Author's Note

Contains: watersports, sexual harassment, a mare who's sex drive is truly a force of nature, horn snapping, failed attempts at subtlety, piss-thievery, extreme gore, hard vore, genital mutilation, lesbian femdom and, strangely, no rape.

Dedicated to a very horny fan.

VII: Master Gerrick Meets A Fan

It was a pleasant enough day, sunny and with a breeze strong enough to tug at the feathers without chilling the skin beneath. Gerrick walked down the country road at an easy, relaxed pace, taking in the wooded, rolling hills framing the horizon. Behind him, a pair of Mirrors pulled his wagon, one alert and composed as usual, the other’s head drooping with exhaustion. The hilly terrain had been hard on the copies responsible for the wagon, and one of the two who’d strapped themselves in that morning had collapsed about an hour ago. It was annoying to have to stop the few minutes required to swap her out with a fresh copy, but as far as Gerrick was concerned, the failure of a mare got what she deserved.

He’d left her on the side of the road with foam frothing from her lips. The wolves would have their way with her.

He was curious as to why the other copy had lasted so much longer. Was it something to do with how long she’d been alive? Perhaps she was unusually fit, or the failed copy was unusually weak? He’d seen a good camping spot not too far back, but he wanted to see if he could get the second one to give in as well. And it was a good day for a walk.

He was pulled from his thoughts by movement ahead as a unicorn mare crested a dip in the path, her eyes looking about intently. She stiffened as she spotted him, an excited grin coming over her, before quickening her pace. She trotted up the path, smile growing, keeping her eyes pointing straight forward.

Gerrick cocked his head, watching the strange mare come closer. Her coat and mane were a ruddy yellow, the latter hanging across her neck in a messy sheet, while her eyes had an off-orange color that reminded him almost of bile. For a moment he considered taking her, but as she came closer he decided against it, looking away. He’d had a big lunch, and wasn’t quite ready for sex.

The mare slowed down a little and began to hum loudly as he passed. He paid her no mind, letting the sound of her voice fade away behind him.

After about a minute, the humming returned. He frowned, looking back, and saw the mare now trotting back towards him. She beamed straight at him, her tail twitching upwards, and trotted just ahead of him before slowing to match his pace. He arched a brow as she began to bob her tail in time with her humming, very aggressively showing her pussy, already glistening with arousal.

Clearly this mare wanted something from him. His first instinct was to be offended—how dare a pony think she could manipulate him like that?—but he just didn’t feel like getting blood on his talons at the moment.

He cleared his throat. The mare stiffened, looking back.

“Oh, hi!” she said, acting as if she hadn’t just been flagging him with a winking pussy for the last sixty seconds. “D-do you need something?”

Gerrick blinked. “Do I know you?”

“Nooo.” She drew the word out with a husky breath.

He narrowed his eyes. “Do you know me?”

“Not exactly.” The mare slowed down, openly devouring him with her eyes as she walked at his side. “But I’ve heard about you.”

“Oh?” Gerrick asked. “What have you heard?”

“Nothing specific.” She bit her lip, looking up to meet his eyes. “But I’ve heard about all the deaths.” She took a step closer, voice dropping huskily. “All those mares left in m-messy pieces.” She shivered, cheeks flushing. “They say there’s a monster out on the roads.”

The mare fluttered her eyelashes, leaning in even closer, and almost tripped when Gerrick came to a sudden stop. The wagon rolled to a standstill behind him, the exhausted Mirror hanging limply in her yoke while the other frowned disapprovingly at her comrade.

“Are you accusing me of something?” Gerrick asked, now sizing the mare up more intently. She didn’t appear dangerous, and indeed the idea of a dangerous pony was laughable, but he knew a unicorn could pack some unexpected surprises.

The mare cocked her head with mock innocence. “What if I am?”

Gerrick’s foreleg flashed out, and the mare squeaked as he wrapped his talons around her neck and hauled up into the air. “Then I would tear out your guts and leave you in the dirt to bleed.”

Instead of whimpering or crying out in terror, the mare actually moaned. She licked her lips as her hind legs crossed mid-air. “Oh, y-yes!” she groaned, straining to speak past her constrained throat. There was a sudden heavy splattering sound as a surge of arousal spilled from her swollen pussy. “And r-rape me first! Put me in my place!”

Gerrick blinked.

This mare was mad.

More importantly, she apparently wanted him to kill her. And Gerrick would be damned if he let some random pony slut march up and get exactly what she wanted from him. He threw her back like a dirty rag, trying not to think too long about the way she moaned as she hit the ground and rolled off the embankment.

He rolled his eyes, beckoning to his Mirrors with a flick of his tail, and resumed down the path, only for the strange mare to bounce back to her hooves a couple seconds later, face flushed and tongue lolling.

“Wait!” she moaned, stumbling after him. “I’m still alive!”

Gerrick clacked his beak in irritation, rounding on the mare as she tried to hit him with some kind of perverse tackle. He reared up and grabbed her in his talons, flipping her onto her back hard enough to leave her stunned. He lifted one hand up high before raking his talons across her face, leaving three long gashes spurting blood, then shoved her to the side and stomped on her head just for good measure.

To his relief, the mare seemed to have finally gone quiet. She groaned limply, pussy winking and releasing another flood of excitement onto the dirt.

“Disgusting,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. He didn’t look back as he walked away, satisfied that the matter was resolved.

Mirror Image suppressed a yawn as she laid down next to the campfire. The sun had set hours ago, and the original Mirror had been granted the privilege of sleeping with Master Gerrick in the tent, leaving her and another copy to sleep outside, cuddled together for warmth under a thin blanket. It had been a long day, and the Master had run two copies to collapse from the exertion of pulling their wagon, so she was glad to get some rest.

Just as she curled up and lowered her head, a sudden snapping sound from the trees caught her ear. Her head jerked up as she squinted towards the noise, ears swiveling.

There was a mare standing at the edge of the firelight, shivering with excitement, eyes wide.

The same mare that had approached them earlier that day.

Mirror frowned, standing sharply and nudging the other copy. She woke quickly, and both copies glared at the unwelcome intruder.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, careful to keep her voice low. Intruder or not, it was a maid’s job to handle such issues without disturbing her master.

“I, uh—” the strange mare grinned, waggling her eyebrows “—I’m here to get raped and murdered by a sexy, heartless griffon!”

Mirror cocked her head, temporarily wondering if she had heard correctly. She exchanged a confused glance with her copy and realized that, yes, she had heard right.

Some crazy Equestrian was trying to steal her master’s attention.

A moment passed as Mirror and the other copy communicated silently, reading each other’s expressions with the near-perfect accuracy only possible between two mares that were only a few days apart from being the same pony. An agreement was reached, and they shared a quick nod.

Turning back to the Equestrian, Mirror turned around, raised a hind leg, and bucked her in the side of the head.

“Oof!” The Equestrian fell over with a sharp gasp, hitting the ground hard.

Mirror wasted no time following up, unleashing a brutal barrage of kicks to the mare’s barrel. Her copy joined in quickly, stomping on the mare’s glistening cunt and grinding the hard edge of her hoof into it. The mare let out a loud moan as tears budded in her eyes, and her marehood winked powerfully against her torturer’s hoof, spraying arousal onto the grass.

Mirror’s lip curled back in disgust. She straddled the mare before sitting heavily on her face, silencing her whorish cries. She grabbed the mare’s horn in one hoof and roughly jerked it forwards, causing her to wince in pain. Mirror struck the base of the invasive mare’s horn with her hoof, the impact creating a gut-wrenching crack that only grew deeper and wetter as Mirror continued to batter at it, wrenching it side to side.

The mare shrieked into Mirror’s pussy and convulsed violently between her legs, eyes screwing up and cheeks flushing, but Mirror didn’t stop. The vibrations sent a thrill of pleasure through her, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan as she grabbed the horn in both hooves and, with a final surge of effort, snapped it off.

Instead of another scream, the mare responded with a long, shuddering moan, her tongue pressing deep into Mirror’s marehood. Something wet sprinkled on Mirror’s back, and she glanced back with a frown to watch her victim’s pussy give a powerful wink, marecum spraying into the air as the other copy stomped on it again.

Mirror grimaced. What kind of sick Equestrian had ran into her master’s camp? She fixed the mare with a look of disgust—which only seemed to draw out another husky moan—before lifting a hoof and punching her hard, straight in the nose.

The mare fell silent, and Mirror stood up with a shake of her head. She spent a few seconds examining the mare, her body limp but for the sole exception of her twitching pussy.

“Let’s get rid of her,” she said, glancing at her other copy. “We can drag her off into the woods before Master Gerrick wakes up.”

“Good idea,” her copy said. “You get the front end.”

They moved quickly, hefting the mare up by her mane and tail, and carried her away from the camp. It didn’t take long for them to find a little ditch. They threw her bodily into it, pausing to watch her roll down the short slope before making back for camp. Midnight interruptions or no, a good maid always had to be ready to work in the morning, and they needed their sleep.

Gerrick crawled out of his tent with a cat-like stretch, flaring his wings and glancing up at the pale blue of the morning sun. A pair of Mirrors were waiting patiently next to the campfire, slowly turning a spit with some unrecognizable lumps of mare meat charred on its length.

"Morning, Master," one said. "Ready for breakfast?"

"After I take a piss." He turned to the woods, jerking his head back at his tent. "There's a mess in there from last night."

"Yes, sir." The other Mirror stood at once, dipping her head into a bow. "We'll take care of it."

He didn’t acknowledge the response, instead walking off at a relaxed pace. There was a thin fog hanging around the trees that clung to his coat and dripped off the tips of his feathers, the chill refreshing his sleep-addled mind. He took long, slow steps, each one almost a stretch in its own right, until finally choosing a tree.

There was nothing special about the tree. In fact there was no reason for him to leave the camp at all just to relieve himself, but he enjoyed stretching his legs a little in the morning. He sighed, rearing up and digging his talons into the tree’s bark, looking up at the leaves above as he took a deep breath and relaxed his bladder.

A rhythmic crackling reached his ears, like hooves on wet leaves, growing louder with alarming speed. He stiffened, head snapping towards the sound just as the stream of piss left him, and spotted something running towards him at full speed.

Gerrick was used to violence. He had predator instincts honed from years of chasing down ponies that could snap at any moment, going from an obedient servant to desperately fleeing prey or even a miniscule threat. Normally he’d have reacted in an instant, spinning to confront the new threat, but there was something surreal about it all that gave him pause. It was that same yellow mare from before, the one he’d thought he’d dealt with already, sprinting straight for him, her eyes affixed between his legs. The sheer mad hunger in her eyes was almost frightening, and it held him in place for the scant few seconds she needed.

The mare slid to a stop beneath him, wrapping her lips around the exposed tip of his dick with an alarming ease and accuracy. She began to suck immediately, eyes fluttering as she guzzled his piss, and Gerrick’s legs shook from the unexpected pleasure as she lapped at him with her warm tongue, letting out a shaky moan. He grunted, reflexively reaching down to grab her head with a half a mind to crush her skull right there, but the relaxing sensation of emptying his bladder combined with the warmth of the mare’s muzzle and the tingling vibration of her continuing moans gave him pause. He found himself pumping his hips, dick sliding completely from his sheath, slapping his balls against her chin as he let out a strained groan and deposited a long stream of urine straight into her gullet.

His mind blanked for several seconds as the mare began to slide her head along his length, pressing her lips tight around him at the base before pulling back, sucking the last drops from him. She worked furiously at her cunt with one hoof, moaning to herself with eyes rolled up in bliss, while using the other to brace herself against his muscular thigh.

Then his thoughts caught up to him, and he realized some pony whore had just assaulted him in the woods.

He ripped her off his dick with a snarl, lifting her into the air by her mane and pinning her against the tree he’d meant to piss on. “What the fuck are you doing, whore?”

“Oh, y-yes, please!” She bit her lip, still rubbing at her pussy. Her clit winked out, a bright, agitated pink. “Punish me! P-put me in my place! Snuff out my worthless m-mare life!”

Gerrick’s growl faltered as his beak hung open in shock. He blinked, giving her a rough shake. “Shut up!”

“Make me!” She spat in his face, panting with arousal. “Are you gonna let a worthless mare like me defy you? Tear my head off, slice my belly open, rip out my cunt with that sexy fucking knife on your face you call a beak, oh f-fuck, I’m so fucking hot!”

Anger surged inside him. He lashed out, raking his talons across the mare’s muzzle before flinging her around and slamming her into the ground beneath him. She grunted, going blissfully silent as the impact knocked the wind from her, and he immediately shoved his cock into her gaping mouth. She’d got him hard with it, after all, and every stupid word she uttered just pissed him off even more. Her hind legs kicked haphazardly as he fucked her throat, his balls slapping against her nose, but all the while she kept one hoof working at her marehood.

“Stupid slut!” The idea that she was getting off to this only made him fuck her harder, slamming his hips into her muzzle enough to hurt even himself. He leaned down, biting the mare’s masturbating leg near the base, and twisted it hard to the side. It snapped with a wet crunch as blood flooded his beak, and he grinned at the sound of her pained shriek.

Then the whore had the audacity to bring her other foreleg over and try masturbating with that. He grabbed it with his talons, sinking them into the bone before giving a mighty pull. The slut’s throat convulsed around his length as he tore the leg free, flinging it aside in a spray of blood, but he didn’t ease his throatfucking in the slightest. He snorted and squeezed her throat with one hand, almost jerking himself off with it as he fucked her face, watching as the mare’s hips bucked and twisted in pain.

Her pussy winked, spraying a deluge of marecum into the air, and with a start he realized the bitch was actually licking at him, trying to service him as he raped her throat. Somehow she was still getting off to what any sane creature would consider horrifying torture, and he was determined to put a stop to it.

He leaned over her, digging the sharp edge of his beak into her cunt and pulling up, tearing out her engorged clit. She screeched around his cock, going completely rigid beneath him and spraying bloody piss onto the grass, but he didn’t let up. He swallowed the bloody clit and dove back in, ripping her pussy lips apart until only a red gash remained, a thick, frothy mixture of blood, urine, and marecum drooling down onto her tail. All the while he continued to fuck her throat, his lust fueled by the hot blood on his tongue and the wet squelching of her throat as he squeezed it around his girth, losing himself to his predatory instincts.

He worked his way up from there, tearing her nipples off each of her bouncing teats in turn. He buried his beak into the wounds left behind and tore out strips of fatty flesh, then sliced her gut open and dug his face inside, tearing meat out in ragged chunks. The mare’s husky screams grew gradually weaker as the blood loss took its toll on her and still he kept going, grabbing her hind legs with his talons and pulling them wide apart, eating at the space between her legs until there was nothing left but hanging entrails and sliced meat.

Somehow she was still alive, her hot throat convulsing around his length. He straightened up and grabbed her head, smashing it into his groin with enough force to send drops of blood flying from her nose. There was a wet crunch, and he groaned as her muzzle cracked and gave way, allowing him to get even deeper down her throat. The pressure in his shaft swelled and tightened, jumping higher every time he bottomed out in her broken muzzle. The blood trickling down his tongue, the sight of her mutilated cunt, the powerful retches that still rocked her body with enough force to send her hind legs kicking into the air, the bloodshot whites of her eyes, the way her wet tongue pushed dumbly against his cock in some instinctive attempt to push him out—finally it pushed him over the edge.

He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as he shot a jet of cum down the dying mare’s gullet, hilting himself and grinding against the bloody mess of her face. Blood welled around his talons as they dug into her throat in the throes of his orgasm, and without thinking he tore her head from her neck, jerking it along his length like a toy. The tip of his cock emerged from the stump, spraying cum over the corpse as warm blood spurted from its neck, splattering against his balls and joining the frothy drool already dripping down onto the grass. He threw his head back and let out a shrill, victorious eagle cry, crowing his dominance over the dumb mare that had challenged him as he came on her twitching carcass.

Finally he came down from his high, feathered chest heaving. He pulled her severed head from his cock and threw it carelessly aside, sneering down at the body.

“Pony whore.” He lashed out, kicking her corpse across the grass. “Drinking my fucking piss like some lunatic. You want more, slut?”

He stalked over to the red, gaping hole where her pussy used to be, shoving his softening dick into her gut. He might have just relieved himself, but he always had to take a piss after sex. He grinned as he sprayed a fresh stream of urine into the mare before stepping back and watching the last vestiges of life twitch through her body.

He took a deep breath, turning away and heading back for the camp. Even after all that, he was still upset. His eyes fell on a curious Mirror as he emerged from the trees, and his talons flexed in the dirt.

“Mirror!” he barked, making her jump with the sharpness of his voice. “I need to work through some anger.”