"Oh, well, aren't you just the cutest little filly!" giggled Carrot Top, amused by the tiny pony in front of her. Said pony was slightly less than amused.
'I'm not a fucking filly," she growled, as menacingly as she could. Unfortunately for her, her squeaky voice made it come out more like an actual filly pretending to be a grown up instead of the aged, mature nineteen-year-old that she ACTAULLY was. Carrot Top faked amusement, as if she was encouraging a foal.
"Oh, of course not, dear!" Carrot Top sang her way through the words, "Such a mistake I have made, you're much too big an strong for such words!"
"Ram a dildo up your anus, Golden Harv-ass," responded the undergrown mare, turning to leave. It was a mistake to come to the market today.
Her name was Sekkachi, and aside from her adorable growth impediment that stuck her with the body of an immature foal, she was notable for being a genuinely sweet and nice pony overall, always willing to help others and be kind. Today was different, though.
Today, she got broken up with.
Sparkling Cider, her former marefriend, had decided their relationship wasn't going anywhere because, quote, "you're an Aeris and I'm a Capricorn." The really insulting part of it all, aside from the garbage-ass pseudoscience excuse bullshit, is that she wasn't even a fucking Aeris, Cider had just forgotten and misremembered her birthday. When she had pointed this out, Sparkling Cider, drunk as fuck and already breaking Sekkachi's shit, slurred out something about Aeries being her fifth sign Jupiter rising or some bullshit instead. She didn't bother continuing.
Already in a bad mood, being misidentified as a filly, again, by Carrot Top, who saw her weekly, had just sent her over the edge. She was so angry, in fact, that she almost didn't hear Rarity calling to her from across the road as she stormed past.
"Sekkachi! Oh, Sekkachi, darling!" the prissy pony called out obnoxiously. It was to her benefit, though - just a few decibels lower and the white midget may not have heard her. She sighed in apathy in response, slowly turning to Rarity with tired eyes. Rarity was one of the few ponies who treated her with respect, so she tried her best to put forth a nice front.
"Yes, Rarity?" she asked with a deadness to her voice. She really, really wasn't trying to sound so stand-offish, but as mentioned before, it was just like, a really, really bad day for her.
"Why, I've got just the finest new couture, and I don't think I can trust ANYpony else with an opinion on it other than you!" spoke Rarity in her usual flourish, turning around mid-sentence. As she did, her massive, juicy ass flaunted itself in front of Sekkachi's eyes, who immediately became aware of how horny she was. Like holy fuck oh god, was she trying to get laid right now and didn't even know until this instant. Her distain for the current situation melted like butter as she began to blush, Rarity's pure white vagina barely visible squeezed behind her thick thighs. Sekkachi blinked, and licked her lips slightly.
"Y...yeah, I'll help you Rarity," she replied.
Prince Blueblood smacked the knife down into the center of the wooden table, generating a satisfying thunk. He chuckled to himself in pride, whispering a faint "fuck you" in there somewhere. He then lifted the knife again with magic before repeating the process, slamming it down into the table once more, with as much enthusiasm as doing it the first time.
If this table were a three-sectioned pie chart, at the second slice sat Suri Polomare, smiling innocently as she watched the knife move up and down. She hummed to herself slightly, glancing off into the distance, but not exactly out of the moment at hand.
At the third slice, however, sat a very unimpressed Wind Rider, who watched the knife slam into the table again. From his own humble perspective, 47 times was enough, so he decided to speak up.
"Prince," he sighed, "may we get started here?"
"Wait, wait, hang on," replied Blueblood, entirely focused. This time, he hovered the knife carefully. There was a moment of silence, bar Suri's humming, before he slammed down the knife yet again, laughing in the process.
"PRINCE!" growled Wind Rider, fed up with this nonsense. "I demand we discuss the matter at hoof!"
"Oh, fine, you old killjoy," sighed Blueblood. He tossed the knife haphazardly aside. Chained up nearby was a helpless Upper Crust, who had been captured by the trio and tortured for information - blood and urine ran down her legs, her eyes gouged out haphazardly. Predictably, the knife flew straight into her neck, causing the broken mare, without food for seven days and eyesight for nine, to moan in pain and agony as she suddenly struggled to breath, the knife wound in her neck pouring a geyser of blood. Nopony at the table even noticed. "So, how would you like to begin?" he asked politely to Wind Rider.
"I would like to begin by stating our purpose. As the, um," Wind Rider pondered a moment, as if he was hesitant to say the name.
"Nincompoops Invoking Greater Goods Egainst Rarity?" Blueblood chimed in eagerly, really stressing the "E" in "Egainst".
"Uh, yeah, can..."
Wind Rider sighed heavily, the massive banner with the title floating behind him, the first letters of each word's font size about twenty times bigger than those that followed.
"Can we change the name?"
"Why?" asked the young prince, as if his feelings were hurt.
"I mean, it...you know what, whatever," conceded Wind Rider. Let the Royal Guard Lives Matter Prince have his fun with acronyms, he thought. It mattered not to their plans.
"As the...aforementioned group, our purpose is to bring pain and humiliation to the pony that has so wronged us all," growled Wind Rider, getting serious again. He stamped his hoof, and a giant banner of Rarity unrolled itself.
"Oh yes!" agreed Suri. "Just for fun, let's all go over what we plan to do to her, hehehe, oh-kay."
"I hardly think that's-"
"I'm going to rape the shit out of her!" exclaimed Blueblood, cutting off an increasingly agitated Wind Rider. "I'm going to stick my fat, juicy, three inch cock so hard into her that she'll be BEGGING for mercy! Then I'll let my dogs loose on her after pumping them full of sex hormones!"
"And I'm going to butcher that little slut!" spoke Suri sweetly, "I will rend the flesh from her bare torso before dissolving her intestines in sulfuric acid after cutting open her stomach with the cheekbone of her little sister! Heheh, oh-kay..."
Wind Rider blinked.
"Well, I, um, yeah. I mean, yes, we are going to kill her. That's..."
He sighed heavily again. Man, how did he get paired up with these lunatics.
Sekkachi felt the leather tighten around her crotch and ass as Rarity lifted her rear into the air with magic, the complex leather costume wrapping around her entire body, all the way up to the ballgag.
"How's it going, dearie?" asked Rarity sweetly.
"Mmmph," agreed Sekkachi. Rarity giggled sexually, and approached the blushing childlike mare, rubbing her crotch through the leather. Sekkachi whimpered in pleasure and squinted to the sky, tears in her eyes with how good this felt right now. Rarity peeled back the leather by the vagina and carefully licked the pussy of the tiny pony. She squeaked in pure delight and satisfaction. Rarity put on a sinister grin as she raised a switch, smacking Sekkachi's white ass with it as hard as she could.
"Mphh, MOORRPHH," begged the gagged tiny horse. Rarity obliged, smacking her several more times. Sekkachi could feel the pleasure from the pain, and as Rarity raised her ass further up and spread her legs more apart, she almost began to imagine herself being split in half, nearing her climax-
"Rarity, what the FUCK?" screamed Sweetie Belle, her voice cracking, standing in the doorway. Rarity cried out in surprise, dropping Sekkachi to the floor, causing her to bonk her head in some less-than-sexy pain.
"Oh, I, uh, see...gah...." stuttered Rarity in response, trying her best to cover all the bondage shit with her body. "Just a little playtime between me and my friend..."
"You're gross and weird!" whined Sweetie Belle.
"W...Well, if I'm not allowed to bring home my weird friends, how come you are?" barked Rarity.
"Uh, what do you mean, Rarity?" replied the innocent white foal, not realizing she was moments away from death.
"Did that cloaked fellow behind you not come in with you?" asked Rarity, referring to the tall, hooded figure directly behind Sweetie Belle who had suddenly just appeared.
Sweetie Belle's sudden shriek of terror answered that question, and her pathetic and horrified squeaks as the hooded figure drove a knife into her neck answered the follow up question. The young foal screamed and begged as she choked up blood, pissing all over herself. She feebly rubbed her vagina, trying desperately to feel pleasure before death, but couldn't, and her face contorted into fear and agony as her final moments approached, realizing her entire life full of potential was now moments away from ending. Her tiny little vagina pulsed once before giving up as her little heart stopped, finally dying.
Rarity, now realizing the gravity of the situation, wordlessly tried to grab Sekkachi and run, but the cloaked figure shrieked, lunging at Rarity and the bondage-geared-up young mare, and teleporting them both out of the room.
Rarity, Sekkachi, and the hooded figure all appeared suddenly in the cave with Blueblood, Suri, and Wind Rider. A lot of screaming and flailing followed, concluding in Rarity and Sekkachi being chained to the wall near Upper Crust's newly decomposing corpse.
"Wait," Suri spoke first. "Who the fuck is that other one?"
"I thought that was Slutty Belle, or whatever her sister's name is," chimed in Blueblood, honestly.
"No, you idiot," replied Wind Rider, "SWEETIE BELLE has her cutie mark, and has cute curly hair. This....whatever the fuck she is, is not Sweetie Belle."
"Oh yeah?" replied Blueblood, turning to Sekkachi, getting up in her face. "So who are you?"
"Mmmph," replied the little mare, tears in her eyes, still gagged by the BDSM shit.
"This one's giving' me trouble!" growled Blueblood. "Permission to RAPE?!?!?!"
"Why the fuck are you talking like that?" groveled Wind Rider, pushing the prince aside before ripping the ballgag out of Sekkachi's mouth.
"Now," he spoke clearly, "who are you?"
"I DON'T WANNA DIE," sobbed Sekkachi immediately, already begging and groveling for mercy. Sure, she was a pain freak, but she never imagined being this close to death in real life. Next to her, Upper Crust's rotting eyeball fell out of its socket. "PLEASE, PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING!"
"Oh yeah?" asked Suri in a sultry manner. "Why don't we show you what we intend to do."
"I think she know's what we-"
"BRING OUT COCO POMMEL!" announced Blueblood grandiosely, cutting off Wind Rider again. There was silence.
"Blueblood," spoke Wind Rider as calmly as he could. "We're the only three working here. Nopony is going to 'bring out' Coco Pommel."
"I know that, DIPSHIT," sneered Blueblood. "Ever heard of INTIMIDATION?"
"No," replied Wind Rider dryly. Blueblood responded by doing sort of a shimmy in front of his face with a tough looking expression, jerking his head forward at him every so often.
"It's like THAT, bitch," laughed Blueblood, before going off for a few moments, coming back with a tied up, bound, and gagged Coco Pommel. The poor mare screamed and shrieked, blood pouring from her crotch, which it became immediately apparent to Rarity and Sekkachi had been recently brutalized. Sekkachi felt like she was about to faint from fear, her tiny heart barely able to keep up with what was happening.
"Now," laughed Blueblood, "Let us summon the beast!"
The hooded figure made their exit, catching only the attention of Sekkachi as the others ignored them. They made eye contact for a second, and Sekkachi could swear she almost saw the glint of a tear. The hooded figure disappeared into the darkness.
"Oh, yes! Let us bring forth the worker of Satan! Heheh oh-kay," spoke Suri.
"Fine," grumbled Wind Rider, "Let's get this over with."
The three of them began chanting in tongues, an energy field growing around them. Sekkachi turned to Rarity, who was sobbing uncontrollably.
"I'm...so sorry," blubbered Rarity, "I never would have thought this would..."
The chanting got louder. Coco Pommel shrieked as loud as she could in detestment of everything that was happening. Suddenly, a burst of light came from the center of the trio, and a horrifying eldrich abomination sprung forth from the depths of hell. It was about a dozen feet high, made of some kind of shadowy mass, with a face not dissimilar to the Pony of Shadows. It growled in confusion, glancing around for fresh meat.
It saw Coco first, plunging shadowy tentacles at her that lifted her from the ground and plugged every hole she had, sliming up and down faster than the poor designer had ever felt a cock before. She moaned in pure, unadulterated agony for just a few more agonizing seconds before bursting into a bloody, gory mess.
Blood sprayed down on Blueblood, Suri, and Wind Rider.
"HEY BEAST!" called Blueblood excitedly. "NOW KILL RARITY!"
The beast did not understand this command. However, it did hear noise, turned to face it, and set its sights on Blueblood.
The cowardly prince figured out what was about to happen just a moment too late, and shrieked in panic at a frequency that sounded like a school filly. The monster grabbed him by the balls and immediately ripped them off, causing the former prince severe and agonizing pain, before driving several spikey hard tentacles through his body in several areas, immediately killing him.
"Fuck this," declared Wind Rider, flying as fast as he could away. Suri turned to see this event, and then to the monster, still wearing her laxidaisy smile as if she hadn't noticed anything wrong yet.
"Heheheh, oh.....shit," she suddenly realized.
As Suri was picked up by the creature, Sekkachi strained on her restraints as hard as she could.
"Rarity, I...I DON'T WANNA DIE!!!!" she sobbed. "I DON'T, I DON'T WANNA..."
"L...look, maybe we-"
Rarity was cut off by a tentacle shooting straight through her chest, then ripping her back, immediately breaking her chains. Rarity slammed against Suri, who was impaled on the same tentacle. The two of them shrieked as the monster threw them on the ground and vomited several liters of goo all over them. The two hot-ass mares, their exposes asses flailing around, felt their skin began to melt and their vaginas begin to decompose on their living bodies. They helplessly flung themselves around with the last of their strength, unable to get very far before melting into the ground.
The monster turned to Sekkachi. It slowly approached her, growling.
"P...please," she begged, "I....please let me go, I'm just a l...little foal..."
Her mind began to break into bargaining.
"That's right, just look at me...I'm...I'm just a little foal, I'm your little...f...filly slut, and I...."
She shook her tiny but plump ass as much as she could in her restraints.
"I can shake...my ass...for you....you can..."
She gulped.
"You can fuck me...if you w...want...I..."
The creature blasted her with shadow magic, no longer caring to indulge this creature with pity. Sekkachi screamed and shrieked, as her clothes and glasses disintegrated. She could feel her flesh burning. She screamed and shrieked, trying to run away. She didn't get very far. The creature blasted her again, this time with a pain spell that multiplied tenfold. Purple lighting struck all around the poor pony, zapping her in every sensitive area of her body, pain spikes going straight up her vagina.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" she shrieked in agony. The monster yanked downwards from her crotch, ripping out her clitoris in one fell swoop. She sobbed, the realization that even if she made it out of here alive she would never feel sexual pleasure again setting in. She felt the monster grab her hind legs and jerk them apart with force, tearing her body and skin open at the crotch.
She wailed in pain and agony, trying desperately to rationalize what was happening, but before she could react, a massive cock-like object rammed into her newly expanded crotch hole, making its way into her lower stomach. She coughed up gallons of blood, begging and squirming. No, please, she thought. NO. NOT LIKE THIS. PLEASE. She could feel the cock pressing up through her body.
OH GOD, PLEASE, NOT LIKE THIS
She let out one final rush as the oversized cock rammed its way all the way through, tearing the little slut in half. The monster blew jizz from its penis, cooing and rolling in pleasure, cutely.
It wondered what fun it might get into next.
It was sunset out in the mountains. Breathing fresh air for the first time in a week, Wind Rider sighed in relief, finally free from those nutcases.
At least Rarity was dead, probably, he rationed. But now there was this stupid unkillable monster on the loose.
Oh well, he thought. Might as well rape and murder all the mares he wanted until the world was destroyed.
The old coot, finally free of social inhibitions, slowly descending into the forest to plan his own fun.
