Hitmare: Dark Side of the Moon
“Alright, Andras is gonna love that we got you in, Luna! He’s always looking for mares that can kick ass and chew bubblegum.”
Luna nodded in agreement, and responded in a distracted tone of voice, “Verily, I am skilled in the ‘kicking’ of ‘ass,’ as it is called in this age. Once more, what precisely are the tasks impressed upon thee by Duke Andras?”
Together, they stepped through the front doors, and the three mares entered the foyer of the Canterlot mansion. Luna shuddered again as the low tone of the interdiction field grew stronger; the source of the magic-nullification field was definitely somewhere inside, and she most definitely wanted to find and disable it before the end of the night. At the very least, it would not affect magical devices. The exception had been left in for the sake of magic-powered pacemakers, appliances, and other conveniences. Only newly-cast magic would be inhibited.
In the meantime, her eyes had already begun to sweep the crowd as the three of them began to mingle, looking for Andras himself, or any other faces she recognized. He certainly employed mares that could “kick ass,” and some of them would have zero inhibitions about kicking hers, even in the middle of a crowded foyer full of witnesses.
The room was decently opulent for Canterlot, which usually preferred opulence in excess. A lot of the most expensive decorations on display were paintings of Andras himself, and his “mares,” who seemed uncomfortable about having their images rendered in paint. Among them, Luna noticed one of her old night guards, an extremely-uncomfortable-looking changeling, a zebra mare who looked bored, and one painting which simply depicted Andras himself, with his own mother sitting coquettishly on his lap.
Luna rolled her eyes, and turned her attention to the living occupants of the room instead. The party tonight was an absolute who’s-who of the Canterlot nobility, though Luna noted, with some satisfaction, that none of her trusted nobles were present; if they were, then she would have had some very sharp words with them in a private room. Instead, it mostly seemed to be mostly the shadier nobles, those who she knew were involved in all manner of smuggling, kidnapping, hits, raids on the Canterlot Vaults, and political espionage. She did notice a few nobles that liked to play both sides here, and she resolved herself to leaving them alone for the night; she would have her vengeance. She did not need to blow their cover in the process, not when they could still be useful to her.
Finally, she noticed a bulky Diamond Dog female, or ‘bitch,’ although the term had fallen out of common parlance when negotiations with the packs had begun. She recognized this one as one of Andras’ agents, under the name “Duchess.” She made a note to take care of her when she could get a moment to lure her away, which would also grant Luna access upstairs.
“Oh, mostly we’re just low-level runners,” Moonlight Gale said with a chuckle, and a shrug of her shoulders that was probably meant to make her look tough. The teenaged filly wore a beat-up jacket and bike shorts, which did a frankly-poor job of hiding the bulge in the front. Luna had actually been rather confused when she first met the filly, but it seemed “intersex” ponies had become much more common during her abeyance.
Moonlight glanced back towards the door, back in the direction of the small guardhouse that locked off access to the mansion from the street. The guard in there had been adamant about keeping their rollerblades—according to her, they would “mess up the floors.” Luna frankly didn’t care one way or the other, as the janitors would have a bigger mess to clean up when she was done, but it had clearly mattered quite a lot to the two ponies that had gotten her through the front door. Moonlight waved her hoof a moment later. “Grave, you explain it to her. I’m better at moving stuff fast, you’re the one who does the planning.”
The other teenaged filly looked across the party with just as much disinterest as Luna. Cold Grave was surprisingly sedate for being Moonlight’s other half, and Luna guessed that it had something to do with being connected to the Canterlot Morgue through her parents. Growing up around corpses as a part of her daily had to have an effect on a young filly. “We also work as his fences. It’s easier for us to sell things and report directly to him, than for him to go through several middlemares.”
“Yeah, that, you’re good at that.” Moonlight agreed. “Hey, free drinks! Score!”
Luna trailed behind the both of them, but she was already looking for a good point to break away. She severely doubted that the two could actually get her to Andras directly, and now that they were all inside, she really didn’t need them any more. They might have been low-level mares in his organization, but they were nonetheless crucial, and Luna would care not if she could duck away out of sight and ignore them for the rest of the night.
Instead, she found herself being slowly pulled towards a nearby maid, who wore a uniform that, at best, was three sizes too small. Then Luna looked it over again, and shook her head. No, the uniform fit her perfectly; it just came with a built-in plunging neckline and skirt shorter than the width of her palm. Moonlight had already grabbed two of the wine glasses off of her tray, and passed one to Luna. Cold Grave had to grab one herself.
Luna eyed the drink warily. She did not trust Andras or the ponies under his employ, but was there any way he could know that she would show up, and to poison this exact drink? At this exact time? No, unlikely. The drink could have been for any of the guests, and therefore, it must be safe. After all, it was unlikely that he would randomly poison his guests for fun. Even if he did, it would have to be a strong toxin indeed to affect an alicorn, and especially Luna herself.
The other two mares didn’t even hesitate. Moonlight swigged down the entire glass of wine in a few gulps, while Cold Grave drank it a bit more slowly. Luna chose to follow their lead, more or less, and took a swallow of the fermented beverage.
She didn’t know anything about grapes, but there was undeniably an odd aftertaste to the drink. When the other two fillies failed to drop dead on the spot, Luna continued to drink, and assumed this particular flavor of wine simply tasted like that.
About a minute later, Cold Grave shook herself. “Man, that stuff... Eugh. And I kinda need to hit the bathroom, before we meet up with Andras.”
“We’ll come with ya!” Squeaked Moonlight, and Luna sighed. “Yes, very well.”
The maid holding the drinks pointed them towards the manor’s downstairs bathrooms, and Moonlight continued to pull Luna with them. As they did, Luna surreptitiously felt the bag at her side, which most would assume to be a purse. It was, but most mares did not carry around experimental void-generating pistols in their purse, despite Luna’s recent inclination. This would provide her with an excellent opportunity to test the sound suppression of the gun.
The manor’s mare’s bathroom was surprisingly spacious, and even subdivided into stalls. Apparently, Andras hosted parties with enough regularity that he felt the need to include a public-style bathroom. This worked out fine for Grave, who picked the second stall from the end, and didn’t bother to shut the stall door as she pulled her shorts down.
Moonlight leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom stall, and squeezed her own breast playfully. “Showing it all off to the Princess, huh?”
Cold Grave shrugged, as she turned and sat down on the toilet seat. “Well, if we’re already planning to end up in bed together at the end of the night…”
“Hah, yeah! I’m so down for a thresome! How about you, Princess? Wanna see our jam pad?” Moonlight waggled her eyebrows suggestively at Luna, who merely raised an eyebrow.
“Thy… ‘jam’, ‘pad?” Luna wanted to walk out right then, but caught herself. No, this was perfect. And she was feeling… oddly aroused. She might as well blow off some steam. Luna’s lip quirked, and with her offhand, she pulled at the tight fabric that covered her breast. “Nay, why wait for the high moon tonight, when our desires may be satisfied here and now?”
“Right now?” Moonlight’s eyes widened, and the bulge in her shorts twitched. “Damn, alright, I’m in! Public sex is always fun.”
Luna leaned back, and rested her rump on the sink, to display her own clothed body fully. She had eschewed the traditional bra and panties, or even wearing terribly much at all. Instead, all Princess Luna wore was a long, backless dress—in her favorite gradients of blue, of course—that mostly connected around her waist. Two mere strips of loose fabric protected her breasts from onlookers, and Luna easily pulled them to the sides to bare her chest. The dress combined at the hips and hung low in front, covering her modesty, but this was just as easily pulled aside. The cloth at the back of her hips expanded outwards in a flowing skirt, which protected her from any residual moisture left on the basin of the sink, as Moonlight started to tug her bike shorts down.
As Moonlight’s attention was on doing that, and Cold Grave’s attention was on Luna’s now-exposed breasts, Luna’s dominant hand slid behind herself, to her bag. From it, she withdrew her experimental void-pistol, and clicked the safety off.
Moonlight dropped her shorts onto the floor, but kept her panties on, and simply pulled her cock out over the top. It was about average, as far Luna could tell, though she only had stallions and the memories of them to compare it against. “Whaddya think? Pretty big, huh?”
“Aye, ‘tis a girthy member,” Luna said with a smile. She leaned back onto the sink, and reached down between her legs to spread herself. “Come, show me how well you wield its length.”
Moonlight stepped forward, and their hips met, while she began to prod at Luna’s entrance. While she was lining it up to thrust, Luna moved her hand to the teenaged filly’s shoulder, and watched Cold Grave behind her. The moment Grave looked down at her own slit and prepared to drain her bladder, Luna’s hand whipped up and squeezed the trigger of the void-pistol.
The void-pistol was a custom firearm that Luna had ordered as a collaborative project between several modern firearms companies that owed her favors, and she repaid those favors in kind by allowing them to run certain tests on her magic. Many companies had long been searching for a perfect silencer, and thanks to those tests on Luna’s unique magical signature, this was the closest they had ever come, exclusively for her and her unique resonance alone to test.
When the trigger was pulled, the end of the barrel glowed with a strange shade of dark light, and it completely absorbed the gas, sound, and flash of the bullet being fired. To an outside observer, the most they might see would be the glowing barrel and a blur emitted from the end. In fact, the loudest noise the gun made was the slide’s operation, which even when carefully lubricated, still made a near-silent ‘click-click,’ not unlike a mechanical pen.
That ‘click-click’ was the sound that ended Cold Grave’s life. She jerked back as the bullet burrowed into her forehead, tenderized her gray matter, and emerged from the back of her head with a sudden spatter of blood. She flopped back to rest against the tank of the toilet, staring up at the ceiling, as she quietly gurgled and spasmed. She had already been planning to empty her bladder, but now her corpse had no choice in the matter, and Cold Grave began to fill the bowl below her with the last piss she would ever take.
The expended brass casing hit the tiled floor with a loud rattle, but this was completely lost as Moonlight pushed her cock into Luna, and the futa mare was overwhelmed by the sensation of penetration. She was fucking a literal goddess; she didn’t have time to worry about a couple weird noises. And so she began to thrust into Luna, none the wiser that her friend had just been shot dead behind her back.
Luna slipped the gun back into her purse as she focused entirely on Moonlight. “Mmph, rush not towards your pleasure now… I am sure I need not remind thee to pleasure thy mare first.”
“Yeah, I know, I know… I’m usually on this end though.”
Luna quirked an eyebrow. “Then thou hast practiced withholding thy oragasm a great deal, no?”
“Uhhh...” Moonlight stammered and froze as Luna wrapped her leg around her hip, and pulled her in closer. “I mean, uh, yeah, lots!”
“Shuush…” Luna whispered, as she placed a fingertip to Moonlight’s muzzle. “Let not thy thrusting be interrupted. Show me thy carnal expertise firsthand.”
“Yeah...yeah, alright!” Moonlight nodded, with her smirk returned to her. They fucked in the empty bathroom for only a couple of minutes, and Luna kept a close eye on Cold Grave behind her. If the mare stirred, she could fire off a second round. But it didn’t seem necessary, as the mare was very dead indeed.
Soon, Moonlight started to pant and speed up, and Luna matched her with squeezes of her hips and presses from the leg wrapped around her waist. They approached their orgasm together, and Moonlight was the first to vocalize it. “Gettin’... gettin’ close…”
“As am I,” Luna whispered, as her hands slid up the body of her partner. Luna panted faintly as her orgasm approached, and she followed the curves of Moonlight’s waist, the hard lines of her ribs, and her coltish shoulders. As Luna’s orgasm crested, her hands met around Moonlight’s throat.
Moonlight panted and gasped as her rhythm became that of a jackhammer, and she slapped her hips against Luna’s rump with every thrust into her cunt. Luna was wonderfully warm, pleasantly tight, and the Princess of the Night was the best fuck that Moonlight had ever had.
Luna had experienced many orgasms over her life, but those orgasms wrested from an unwilling or dying partner were always her favorite. She liked to steal her pleasure away from them, earn it by conquest, and she greatly enjoyed those partners who could still finish for themselves despite their impending doom. When Moonlight began to pant and thrust in, as their hips pressed together and Luna felt the throes of orgasm wash over her, her hands tightened around Moonlight’s chin and the back of her head.
Luna’s body was a coiled spring at all times, and her lithe, beautiful frame hid the true power of her finely-toned muscles and the raw heroic power contained within. As that spring released, Luna’s arms flexed in an instant, and she twisted suddenly and sharply, with the strength of a goddess.
Moonlight’s neck made a sudden, grinding ‘pop’ noise as Luna snapped her neck, and Moonlight suddenly found her vision turned around 180 degrees. She saw the bathroom stall that her friend had chosen, and Cold Grave’s colder corpse, still cooling on the toilet where she had been shot dead. The tiles of the wall behind her were coated in a thin film of blood and brain, and her tongue lolled limpy out of her mouth, with a single drop of drool that hung loosely. As Moonlight watched, confused by the sight, the drop separated from her dead friend’s tongue and fell onto her thigh, where it joined the rest of the drool trail.
Moonlight tried to speak, tried to utter a noise of confusion, but all that came out was a strangled noise and a cough of blood. Luna was thankful that the dying mare’s mouth faced away from her; she’d had to clean blood out of this dress many times, and she always hated the effort required to do so.
Moonlight would never get the chance to feel it, but her body was still alive long enough for her heart to let her orgasm. Thick pulses of marecum pulsed out and filled Luna’s womb, as Luna forced the dying mare to breed her on the sink. With Moonlight’s neck broken, she wasn’t even able to look at her, but her cock was all that Luna needed, as she continued to bounce the mare’s shuddering hips against her own.
Cum oozed out from around Moonlight’s cock, as her body finally caught up to the fact that it had been brutally severed from her brain. It sagged as Luna pulled her corpse close. She never let Moonlight’s cock escape her confines, and she continued to bounce the dying mare’s hips against her own, savoring the feeling of penetration in her afterglow. Moonlight’s no longer mattered, and Luna was sure to let her know so.
She pulled Moonlight’s body closer, so her head lolled back on her broken neck, and Luna whispered into her ear while she groped the unfeeling futa mare’s breasts through her shirt. “I have been bred by a great many stallions. Thou wert inexperienced, eager, and satisfied me only slightly. And yet, I enjoyed your last orgasm, even though you felt it not. Perhaps thou shalt live on, if thy final load of cum takes hold within my womb. I will remember thou not. You died as nothing more than a toy for my pleasure alone, disposed of after a single coupling.”
After a few moments, there was one final spasm as Moonlight’s heart shuddered to a stop, and the futa mare fell into a dark sleep from which she would never awaken. Luna was alone in the bathroom now, and glad to finally be rid of the two teenage troublemakers.
She unfolded her leg from around Moonlight’s hips, and let her collapse onto the tile floor, as Luna dipped a finger into her slit. She scooped up a single strand of the cum left within, and brought it to her mouth, where she savored the flavor. “Mm. Adequate.”
Beneath her hooves, Moonlight’s corpse twitched again, and she soaked her own panties with her piss as the body finally died. Luna watched the dampness spread across her clothing, and was momentarily fascinated by how she seemed to piss from both sets of genitalia. Perhaps Luna had done the futa mare a favor; that seemed rather inconvenient when using the bathroom.
With both corpses now stilled, and Moonlight’s cock beginning to go flaccid, Luna stood up from the sink and walked to Cold grave. The mare’s face had frozen in a surprised expression, and Luna grasped her head to gently kiss the cadaver, as she pulled up her shirt and groped at Grave’s breast. Would the morbid mare have appreciated the gesture, if she were still alive? She seemed unusually fascinated with the dead, and spoke lasciviously several times of their still features. Luna guessed that it might have brought her some pleasure to know her own corpse would be used in turn.
After a moment, Luna let her fall back against the toilet tank, and moved to her legs. Her panties had joined her shorts on the floor as Grave had prepared to empty her bladder, and because of that, they had been spared from soaking up the final expulsion of their owner. Luna lifted one leg, then the other, and stripped Cold Grave’s shorts and panties from her. The shorts, she didn’t care in the slightest about; they were dropped into the toilet, to soak in the filthy bowl until removed by whatever poor janitor found this mess.
No, the panties were what Luna was after. She stripped Cold Grave’s panties from the dead mare, and examined her prize. They were thin, a ‘g-string,’ as she understood the term, and jet black. They fit their owner, and that was why Luna took them as her trophy. They were stuffed into Luna’s bag, under her gun, and she moved on to Moonlight’s own corpse.
By now, the piss that coated the tiles underneath her had gone cold, and Luna opted to pull her legs up while she pulled Moonlight’s panties off. This had the side effect of dragging the mare’s face through her own cold puddle of piss, and Luna smirked as she stripped the dead mare. Moonlight wore dark-green boxer-briefs, it seemed. Luna sniffed at the urine-soaked underwear, before she pushed them down into her bag as well, to join Cold Grave’s stolen panties.
She couldn’t just leave the dead mares here, where whoever came into the bathroom next would instantly find them. As tempting as it was, she needed to remain undetected until she located Andras, and corpses turning up in her wake would bring a quick end to that. Luna grabbed Moonlight’s limp hand, and pulled her up, supporting her with her back. Her other hand found a good grip under the dead mare’s tit, and Luna indulged herself somewhat by squeezing it tightly as she moved the corpse. Moonlight’s milk would never be tasted by foal; now that the mare was dead, this molestation was the only purpose left for the dead flesh.
Why hide two corpses when she only needed to hide one? She spread moonlight’s legs, and placed her sitting on Cold Grave’s lap, so the dead mares were sitting atop each other in the toilet stall. She was almost tempted to swap their positions, so Grave could be mounted atop Moonlight’s flaccid cock, but Luna eventually decided she didn’t have the time. She did wrap Grave’s cold hands around the cold breasts of her friend one final time, a fun surprise for whoever inevitably found them. Then she made sure only one set of legs was visible from a casual glance under the divider, and shut the door. Locking it was a bit tricky without the use of her magic, but she managed it by reaching over the top of the stall.
She had just managed to stand back up and look normal when another mare opened the door. “Pardon,” Luna stated politely, as they passed by each other, and Luna re-entered the party. It amused her to know, as she passed through a crowd of hundreds, that none of them had any idea she had just killed two young mares less than thirty feet from where they had been drinking and socializing.
Now that Luna was no longer burdened by the company of the two teenagers, she could focus much more clearly on her task. She grabbed another drink from a waitress to look casual, and made her way over to a doorway that connected the foyer, not too far from the grand staircase. This allowed her to keep a close on Duchess and plan her move on the Diamond Dog, while watching for Andras, wherever he was.
But as she sipped at her drink, Andras found her first. Luna twitched as she felt hands on her bare hips, tracing their way down to her stockings. She felt a breath against the back of her neck, and Andras himself murmured from behind her, “Ahhhh, Princess Luna. I must say, I didn’t expect to see you here as a guest. In fact, I specifically made a rule that you were not allowed on the manor grounds. However did you slip past the gate guard?”
“I have my ways. Besides, I bear no ill will here tonight,” Luna lied, as one of Andras’ hands traced upwards from her hips, and followed the toned curve of her stomach.
“Oh? And why are you here, then? You know I can have you thrown out, Princess or no. Canterlot property law is very strict on the matter.”
Andras’ hand continued upwards, sliding across Luna’s ribs, and she surprised him by taking it gently in her own hand. She guided his hand to her bare breast, under her dress, and she leaned back against his chest as the ponies around them chattered, without noticing any of their interaction. “I have come to broker a deal. I hath...reconsidered thy offer.”
She could hear his smirk, as he spoke. “Oh my...The Princess of the Night, my mare on the inside of the palace? Does this mean a ceasefire, then?” He groped her breast in full view of the crowd, and gently tweaked her nipple. She could feel a bulge hardening against her buttocks, as she fully gained Andras’ attention.
“For now. We will still need to discuss the precise details, preferably within a private room. After all we have done as foes, a complete and sudden withdrawal wouldst arouse…” Luna set her empty drink on a passing tray, and her other hand guided Andra’s from her hip, to her slit, just under the skirt. “...Suspicions.”
Andras leaned in even closer, and whispered directly into her ear. “Oh, naughty Princess, starting without me...Who was the lucky stallion, I wonder? But of course, you understand that coming into my service brings with it certain...requirements, and initiation trials…”
“I understand,” Luna moaned gently, as Andras’ finger slipped into her slit. Moonlight’s final load oozed out, and soaked his knuckle, while he squeezed her breast tightly. “But...perhaps there is a place better suited to negotiations?”
Andras’ finger pushed all the way inside, up to the last knuckle of the finger, and cum dripped into his palm. “You are correct, for it’s a bit early to get that bit of the party started...Follow me, I’ll bring you somewhere just a little bit more private.” In a swift motion, Andras’ finger slipped out of her with a faint sucking noise. The hand that had been groping her breast took her hand and turned her around to face him, while the finger that had plunged inside her was brought to her nose. “Boop.”
Luna’s tongue darted out and slithered across his finger, as she suckled at it and lapped up the combination of her own cum and that of Moonlight. When the finger was clean, she leaned back, and smirked at Andras. “Guide my hooves...my duke.”
“I knew you would be fun,” chuckled Andras. “Come, follow.”
He led her to a door marked “Under renovation - Do Not Enter” and unlocked it with a key from the pocket of his suit jacket. Luna slipped inside, wary of a trap, but all she found was a narrow staircase that led up. She began to ascend the stairs, while Andras re-locked the door behind them, and then followed behind her.
When Luna opened the unlocked door at the top of the stairwell, she found herself on a shadowed balcony that ran around the upper edge of the room, on the floor overlooking the foyer. She was more or less even with the chandeliers up here, but she noted that with all of the light down there, and the utter absence of lit bulbs on this floor, they were perfectly hidden from the partygoers below. She could see them, but they would never be able to see her, and she could get anywhere on the second floor using this balcony.
Andras closed the door behind her, and smiled as he walked to the edge. “Wonderfully clever, isn’t it? I like to come up here and just watch all of my guests. You can see their faces so clearly, without them being at all the wiser. And I’ve made quite a few mares scream in pleasure as I bred them up here, just barely hidden from sight of our guests below.”
Andras walked to the railing, and looked down at his party as he spoke. Luna saw her chance, and her hand slipped into her bag once more. “You know, you’re going to be very glad you reconsidered my deal. All the power you have, and the satisfaction of being gravid with my foals, and being freshly bred by me personally, every week until you-”
There was a quiet ‘click-click’, and Andras jerked suddenly as the bullet pierced the back of his head, tunneled through his brain, and made a nice clean exit wound in the dead center of his forehead, just under the base of his horn. A spray of blood and brains misted over the partygoers below, but with all the fancy hats and the distance between the two floors, the most any of the guests noticed was a few drops of moisture that they rubbed into their napkins politely. A few of them would wonder, later that night, about where they had gotten a drop of blood on their lapel; had they cut themselves shaving? But none of them would ever suspect.
Andras slumped forwards onto the railing, perfectly balanced, and then his corpse erupted into green fire. Luna swore under her breath as she watched for movement, or if anypony noticed the flash, but she was still undetected. She slipped her gun back into her bag, and walked closer to investigate the twitching corpse of the dying changeling.
Luna pressed her breasts against the changelings’ back, and the suit she wore, which didn’t fit her firm breasts at all. One of Andras’ spare suits, then, and she must have been acting as a body double. Where was the stallion himself, then?
Still, Luna couldn’t help herself from having a little fun, as she groped the dying changeling’s breasts through the suit shirt, and pressed her hips against the changeling’s own. As Luna rested her head on the changeling’s shoulder, and they both looked down at the crowd below, she whispered into the Changeling’s ear, “On second thought, I think the deal shall remain unchanged. I’ve no intention of carrying Andras’ bastard foals, or incubating thy eggs, foul insect. I hope thou hast enjoyed the time you spent wearing his face, since you died in that disguise, unable to seed thy insect spawn into any more of my Night Guard.”
The changeling spasmed faintly under her, and Luna watched as a blob of blood and brains dribbled out of the hole in her forehead. It fell to the first floor, and landed, unseen by any below, in the leaves of a potted plant. The changeling spasmed one last time, as Luna sharply groped both her breasts, and she felt the Changeling’s hyperactive heart slow, then shudder to a halt.
With Luna’s hips pressed against the Changeling’s, she felt when warm wetness began to spread outwards from the dead insect’s crotch, permanently staining the suit. She did pull away before it ruined her dress in turn, but this allowed her to watch the stain spread downwards, down the changeling’s legs, and glisten as it dripped down the smooth chitin of her hooves.
One more of Andras’ mares was eliminated, even if it meant Andras himself still lived. This must have been the changeling known as Broken Mirror, who had reportedly left Chrysalis’ hive to work for Andras. What had he promised her to manage that?
At the very least, Luna had all the time in the world up here, which meant she had plenty of time to take her trophy. She stepped closer once again, and began to undo the dead changeling’s belt. As soon as it was loose, she was able to pull the soaked suit pants down her legs, but she left the panties on, for now. Changelings had a strange mix of hard chitin and firm flesh across their natural forms, and the feeling of it under her fingers fascinated Luna. She eagerly undid her suit jacket as well to free the dead changeling’s breasts, and she eagerly took one tit in her hand, and a firm asscheek in the other.
“What would thy queen, mother of thy hive, say of you now?” Luna whispered to the corpse. “Dead in another pony’s skin, groped lewdly by thy killer…”
Luna released the asscheek, to give the firm rump a sharp smack that echoed, unheard, over the party below. “Mayhaps she would be happy thou wert snuffed like a farm animal. I’ve no love for traitors, no matter their allegiance, and I know thy queen makes no exceptions for her traitorous children. She wouldst use thy corpse for her own pleasure. She would fill thy dead womb to bursting with egg, and then drag it back to the hive. She wouldst parade thy corpse around as an example to her other, more loyal children, until rot overtook your corpse and the eggs hatched within thy belly.”
Luna released Mirror’s asscheek, and her hand slid between her own thighs once more, to scoop up an oozing blob of cum. As she released the dead changeling’s breast and pulled down her piss-soaked panties, Luna pushed the thickening glob into the changeling’s cunt, and made sure to push her fingers in just as deeply as the changeling had finger-fucked her. “Too late for thou to enjoy it, but whoever finds thy corpse shall see thou died with a load of cum leaking from thy nethers. A fitting end, I venture, for a love-sucking parasite.”
Satisfied, Luna pulled the changeling’s pants all the way off, and the panties afterward. Both were soaked in pungent changeling urine, but that only served as proof of her kill. The changeling’s disguise had one major flaw, and that was that she had chosen to wear her own panties, instead of Andras’. The black lace and green silk of the panties mimicked those of her queen, which was a strange tribute, but it made their owner obvious. They joined Moonlight’s boxers, and Cold Grave’s g-string, inside her bag.
Luna also searched Mirror’s pockets. Although she didn’t find anything else of note, she did find the keys to the hidden stairwell, which allowed her to return to the second floor without having to go past the Diamond Dog guarding the stairs. She could also access any room up here, but she wanted to make sure that the real Andras wasn’t present at the party, before she just began searching randomly.
Luna left Broken Mirror’s corpse as she had first fallen; lying across the banister, her dead eyes gazing down at the party guests that would never see her. Her ass was on full display, with her piss-soaked suit pants lying in a pile beside her, and a thin strand of cum left in her cunt. Even her breasts were fully exposed, and hung downwards over the banister, ripe for groping by some lucky janitor.
As Luna returned to the lower floor, a few of the other party guests gave her a confused look, but the sight of her locking the door properly with the key allayed those fears. Clearly, if she had a key to a room inside the manor, then she was meant to be here. Luna slid the key into her bag, with her void-pistol and the three stolen pairs of panties from her kills so far.
Once more, she returned to the party, and this time she chose to investigate the bar. This corner of the manor was dedicated entirely to the making of deals, and relaxation of guests, though Luna noticed that the Billiards room, off to the side, was closed off. That could be useful, if guests weren’t normally allowed in there. She walked up to the minibar, grabbed another free drink, and looked around at the other ponies hanging around the room.
After only a few moments, the black fur of one of her former Night Guards grabbed her eye. Night Sabre had done well for herself, after she had betrayed Luna, and left her personal squad of monster hunters. While the batpony mare had always had proportions befitting a mother, she had gotten somewhat complacent in the months since, and Luna allowed herself a minute or two to ogle her former guard’s new body, very tightly wrapped in her bright red cocktail dress.
Her wide birthing hips had gotten wider, now that she was no longer limited to rations. Her breasts had grown soft, and hung loosely in an evening dress, as she clearly was not wearing a bra. Not with how clearly her nipples dented the fabric. Most surprising of all was her belly; at first, Luna thought she had simply been overeating, but this was likely something else. In the months since her betrayal, Night Sabre had gotten knocked up… although with the shape of her belly now, Luna strongly suspected she had been getting rutted even before she made her sudden exit. She even seemed to be drinking water, instead of the wine being served to everypony else. How considerate for the foal.
Luna finished her drink, and set her glass on a nearby table, before she approached her former guard. She took the empty seat by her side, and waited for her to turn around.
Night clearly noticed the presence beside her, but wasn’t expecting Luna when she turned around. “Hey there, miss-oh shit.”
Luna smirked. “Greetings, Night Sabre. You seem well.”
The batpony glanced around the room, but there were clearly too many other ponies here to try anything. All the same, Luna noticed the mare already had a hidden blade ready; only a tip of shadowed steel, hidden underneath the curve of her gravid belly. “Hey...Princess. How’d you get in here?”
“I arrived as a pony’s...I believe ‘tis called a ‘plus-one’, in this age? That seemed sufficient for the gate guard to bid us entry.”
“Fucking moron…” She muttered under her breath, before she addressed Luna again. “Listen, whatever you’re here to do tonight, leave me out of it, and Andras too. I made a real mess when I left, I know that, but I’m a changed mare now, as you can see.”
“That I can,” Luna said with a nod. “How many moons art thou with foal? And I surmise that Duke Andras himself is the father.”
“Yeah,” Night Sabre nodded. “About four months in. Look, even if the wounds, literal and metaphorical, might seem kinda fresh now-”
“On the contrary, Night Sabre.” Luna smiled, and tilted her head in a respectful bow from where she sat. “In fact, I think thou may hath made the correct decision. My guards were weak, and if thou hadst culled them not, then the beasts of this world would have done so.”
Night Sabre blinked in confusion. “Whuh?”
Luna continued to lie to her face. “I hath come here tonight to broker a peace agreement, ‘tween my organization and that of Andras. Dost thou know his location, perchance? I seem unable to locate the Duke myself.”
“Uhh…he should be down here somewhere. Maybe you just missed him?” Night Sabre pointed her thumb back towards the main foyer.
“Mmm, perhaps I have. So be it.” Luna turned and stood to leave, although she hesitated, just before she walked away. “Perchance...There is still a vacancy within my Night Guard for a mare of thine skill. Thou hast clearly showed thyself to be more competent than they, after all.”
She shook her head. “No. Like I said, I’m with Duke Andras now. You’re not going to change that.”
“Nor wouldst I wish it,” Luna said with a smile. “Especially not in thine condition. No, ‘twould be the role of a contractor, and thy duties would merely be to seek and train new recruits. After all, we art in dire need of replacements. ‘Twould be no conflict with Duke Andras, and thy time wouldst be respected. His duties wouldst always take precedence above mine own.”
Night Sabre mulled it over, and when an immediate answer was not forthcoming, Luna knew she had baited her hook well. It took Night Sabre nearly a minute of internal deliberation, before she shook her head in frustration. “Auuugh, I don’t know. It’s really tempting, but there’s gotta be other caveats.”
“Such as?” Luna inquired, with a raised eyebrow.
“Not here, somewhere private.” Night Sabre glanced around, but Luna was one step ahead of her.
“What about the yonder Billiards Room? Surely, we will not be disturbed within, and it is within Andras’ mansion. Thou knowest it better than I.”
Night Sabre stared at the door and chewed her lip, but eventually nodded. “Yeah… yeah, alright. My key should open that. No sudden moves, and no funny business.”
Luna held her palms open, clearly empty. “Thou knowest my preferences be that of sorcery, mine blade, and mine bare hands. The mansion’s interdiction field is active, and where would I carry my rapier ‘pon my person?”
Night Sabre still looked suspicious. “Don’t get too close. I’ve seen how fast you can move. Six feet away, and I enter the room first.” As she stood and made her way over to the door, she only took her eyes off Luna for the briefest of seconds. As the door was unlocked, she strode in, and walked around the billiards table, then waved to Luna to beckon her in.
Luna entered the room, and shut the door behind herself with a gentle ‘click.’ As soon as the sound echoed through the room, Night Sabre’s dagger was pointed directly at her, in full view. “Stay right there. No sudden movements.”
“As thou hast requested,” Luna nodded, and slowly approached the table. She leaned against the edge and ran her finger across the green felt surface. “Perhaps thou shouldst truly tell me the location of Duke Andras? Twould be much faster if I couldst speak with him directly, and then we wouldst have no need for drawn knives.”
“I already told you, he’s out there, schmoozing with his party guests. Maybe you walked right past him.”
Luna chuckled, and she began to slowly walk around the table. Night Sabre matched her movements, but decided to stop at one end, as Luna walked along the wall instead. She must have felt there was still enough distance between them—she was wrong. “Nay. T’is the Duke’s body double; a changeling that wears his face and his clothing. I have already negotiated with her, but she too was unaware of his current location. She pointed me towards you, in fact, as she believed thou wouldst knowest the truth.”
“What?” Night Sabre furrowed her brow, but didn’t lower her dagger. “Mirror’s here, and she said- what?”
Luna shrugged, and the motion disguised her hand slipping into her bag, while she examined a stand full of billiards cues as misdirection. “I know only what she imparted ‘upon me. Thou truly knowest not his location?”
“No, as far as I was aware, Andras was- fuck, I talked to him-her, I talked to her myself and I still didn’t realize. She’s good.” Night Sabre shook her head in frustration, which gave Luna the opening to draw her gun, though she kept it hidden by her side as she clicked off the safety. Sabre pointed the knife back at her a moment later. “Stay here. I’ll go ask a couple of the others, maybe he told them something that I’m not privy to.”
“I think not.” In one smooth motion, Luna whipped around and leveled the gun at Night Sabre’s forehead, but she didn’t pull the trigger. She still had questions.
Sabre jumped in surprise and held up her hands, but the dagger remained clenched in her fist. “Woah, alright, hold up! You’re ruthless, but you wouldn’t shoot a pregnant mare! What in Tartarus do you want from him badly?! And when did you start using a gun?”
“A necessary deception, Night Sabre. I wouldst be a fool to forgive Andras, after what he has done to me and mine ponies. While thou are correct that I shalt kill thou not, thou hast little need of thy knees.”
“Fuck. Fuck, alright.” Night Sabre gently set her dagger down on the table beside her. “So, what? You’re here to do the job yourself? In the middle of a huge party? Everypony will see it, and they’ll turn against the crown in an instant. You won’t be able to escape it, not in front of this many witnesses.”
“Mayhaps. But indeed, I am here to slay Andras, and those that serve him. Mine list included you, until I saw thy condition.”
“Fuckin’ right,” Night Sabre smirked. “Fine. What else do you need to let me out of here before the shooting starts? I turned traitor before, I can do it again.”
“First, Andras. Thou truly know nothing of his location?”
Night Sabre shook her head, slowly. “I really don’t. Keep asking the same question, you’ll get the same answer.”
Her insubordination had always rankled Luna. Even more so, now. “Very well. What of the other agents in his employ? Wherefore art they stationed?”
Night Sabre looked down as she thought. “Well… guess you already found Broken Mirror, though I would have told you she was undercover in the badlands still. Duchess is guarding the stairs, so nopony gets curious and sees something they shouldn’t. Tapiwa is on patrol duty, but I have no idea where she is exactly. She could be anywhere in the manor right now. Coal Ember’s usually up in the security room, and there’s a guard in there, just some dumb mare we hired to watch the cameras.”
Luna nodded. “‘Tis helpful to know. Any other recent events of note?”
“I’m not telling you anything business-wise. I don’t know, and don’t really care. You can wring that out of Andras when you find him.”
Luna raised an eyebrow. “‘Tis all?”
“Yea-wait, actually, one thing. Andras’ mother is staying for a few months. She’s technically one of Andras’ mares, so I guess they’ve gotten real close, if you know what I mean. She’s a month further into her pregnancy than I am, and it’s definitely his. She’s staying upstairs tonight, parties aren’t her thing.”
Luna wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Her own son hast seeded her?” She shook her head, and moved on. “And ‘tis nothing else of note?”
Night Sabre shook her head. “Nah, that’s all I got. Have fun, I’m getting out while the getting’s good.”
Luna smiled, and it was a wicked smile. “Oh, I shalt have a great deal of fun. But one small detail I hath neglected to mention, Night Sabre.”
The batpony was suddenly nervous, as she looked over her former Princess. “Uhhh...What’s that?”
“I intend to wipe out Andras’ bloodline tonight. No trace may remain of his blight ‘pon our world.”
Night Sabre’s eyes went wide as Luna squeezed the trigger, but three months of lazing around a mansion and eating such rich meals had taken a toll on her reflexes, and her reaction speed. She barely had enough time to utter, “Oh sh-”
The deadly echoing ‘click-click’ of Luna’s pistol ended Night Sabre’s life, as the silent bullet punched a hole in between her eyes. They crossed, as if she were trying to look at the bullet hole in her forehead. Meanwhile, the bullet drilled out through the back of her skull, and emptied a dark splatter of the former Night Guard’s brains across the green felt of the billiards table. Night Sabre fell back onto that same green felt surface with a thump, and her head collided with the cue ball, which knocked it around the table to randomly bounce off of the edges, and her own pregnant corpse. Her knife fell to the floor with a quiet rattle, as the mare no longer had the brains left in her head to keep it clenched in her fist.
Luna stepped closer as Night Sabre shuddered and twitched on the billiards table, and she set the pistol down on the table’s surface as Luna climbed atop her. The princess flicked her own dress to the side as she straddled her former guard’s corpse, and she leaned in close to whisper into the dying mare’s ear. “Thou asked when I began to wield a firearm, and thought I was not ruthless enough to slay a mare gravid with foal. And thou wert not wrong, for the Luna thou hast served would have done neither.”
Luna slid upwards along her body, and dragged her pubic mound across Sabre’s pregnant belly, before she sat back on her baby bump. One hand ripped Night Sabre’s cocktail dress free and exposed her breasts, which Luna began to grope. The other hand traced Night Sabre’s throat, until she suddenly grasped it, and leaned in close enough to feel the dying mare’s panicked and unsteady breath. “You did this, Night Sabre. I had forgotten that for a beast to survive, it must adapt, or it would die. Just as mine Guards did, when thou culled them.”
Luna stared into Night Sabre’s eyes as the dying mare’s vision grew cloudy, and her pupils twitched wildly in different directions, looking at stars that weren’t there and the oncoming darkness of her fatal brain damage. “Now ‘tis time for me to cull, as thou hath done. I have already begun tonight, and thou shalt not be the last. I shalt kill every one of Andras’ mares ‘fore the sunrise, and every one of his children yet unborn, so that no trace of his blight upon our world may survive.”
Night Sabre writhed mindlessly as the dark stain under her head continued to spread across the surface of the billiards table, but she wasn’t dead yet. Luna released her throat, then turned herself around and straddled the dying mare’s face instead. She ground her crotch against the mare below her, and her vaginal lips kissed the hole burrowed in between Night Sabre’s eyes, as Luna began to masturbate above her.
Luna was so pent up… Why was she so horny? She had not felt like this in years, but it could not have just been the thrill of her kills. She certainly enjoyed stealing her pleasure from her dying targets, but never had it been so personal for her, and never had it been so arousing to humiliate them.
Luna’s fingers plunged deep inside her cunt, and she felt cool cum begin to dribble out from around them. Even now, she still had that futa mare’s load deep within her womb, and it was still slowly leaking out. It dribbled down her fingers, splattered onto Night Sabre’s face, and oozed into the hole in her head to mix with her liquefied brain.
As she forced her legs together, she felt Night Sabre’s corpse beginning to spasm wildly as death overtook her. Luna made sure that if she could still see, if the part of her brain that could comprehend that which her eyes saw before them was still functional, then the last thing the former night guard saw was the sopping wet pussy of her goddess, and nothing else. Luna spread her moist lips, and cum dribbled out anew, where it pooled on Night Sabre’s forehead.
“‘Tis is the sort of death—hah—that a traitor deserves,” Luna grunted, as she fucked herself with her fingers, and Night Sabre spasmed between her thighs. “I know how thou lusted after me, how thine wandering eyes found my rump. And now thou wilt die, without having ever touched it. Without ever having gotten the chance to pleasure thy queen, despite being so close. Thy death—hah—brings me more pleasure than thou couldst ever have given in life.”
The dead mare shuddered beneath her, and her legs twitched. Luna looked up, and she smiled as she saw—and smelled—Night Sabre’s bladder release. It soaked her panties, the bottom of her cocktail dress, and the green felt of the billiards table underneath her. Her traitorous night guard finally went still as she died, and Luna fingered herself deeper atop the warm corpse of the pregnant mare.
As Luna’s orgasm grew close, she leaned forward and grabbed her pistol once again, and pressed the barrel against Night Sabre’s pregnant belly. “Thou shalt never feel thine water break, but perhaps this wilt hurry it along.”
The gun sounded off another ‘click-click’ as Luna fired a second round directly into Night Sabre’s belly, and her bloated womb within. One bullet for the mare, and one bullet for Andras’ bastard child, to ensure there was nothing left. The dead mare barely shook from the impact of the shot; she was too dead to have felt Luna end her pregnancy with the second bullet.
Luna dropped the pistol as she began to cum, and she clenched her thighs together around Night Sabre’s head and her own fingers. The Princess of the Night let out an indulgent moan as her folds clenched, and her own warm cum mixed with Moonlight’s cold contribution, until the mix spattered across Night Sabre’s frozen face.
When she had finished, Luna rested on Night Sabre’s face and panted. This was the hardest that she had cum in years, and yet Luna still felt horny enough to start again, and keep going, until she soaked the entire table beneath her. What was wrong with her tonight? Or... What was right? It was tempting to want to feel this excited by her duties every night, but Luna had to fight to rein herself in. Her libido could not allow her to grow sloppy.
After a moment, she peeled her cunt from Night Sabre’s visage, and smirked at the smeared mess she had left in her wake. Luna reloaded her pistol, just to be safe, and slipped it back in her bag, before she rolled off of the thoroughly-ruined billiards table.
Finally, the time had come to claim her trophy. Luna walked around to Night Sabre’s stilled legs, and pulled them apart to reach under her cocktail dress. All the dead mare had been wearing underneath were her panties, and the wine-red g-string had been soaked with her piss as she died. Luna smiled as she noticed a splatter of blood mixed with the thread as well, which confirmed that she had ruined the dead mare’s womb, although perhaps whoever found her corpse could still enjoy her cunt one final time. Luna slipped the panties into her bag with the rest; she’d sort them out later. She didn’t bother grabbing Night Sabre’s keys from her purse, as Luna already had a set from the dead changeling.
Luna’s final act of humiliation upon Night Sabre came when she was checking herself to make sure she would arouse no suspicion amongst the party. She was still dripping wet, and while Luna couldn’t seem to satisfy her libido fully, she at last could clean up a bit so she didn’t leave a trail. She wiped her hand over her cunt, gathering the dribbling excess, and smeared it across Night Sabre’s gravid belly. The force pushed out a lazy ebb of blood from the bullet hole, as Luna turned back to leave the room.
She was careful as she opened the door and peeked out. Nopony was watching her, and barely anypony noticed as she slipped out and locked the door behind her. Then she was simply walking amongst the partygoers once again, and her eyes were sweeping for her next target.
She spent about ten minutes watching the other guests, making mindless small talk, and passing from room to room, before she decided that she would get no further using this method. Instead, she made her way back to the hidden staircase upstairs, and slipped inside to ascend to the second floor, where she could continue her search.
As she unlocked and gently pushed the door open, Luna was surprised; she was not alone on the balcony. A feminine form was hunched over where she had left her previous kill, and whoever it was seemed to be… preoccupied.
Luna’s steps were silent as she closed the door and approached, and she took in the strange scene fully. Now that she was close, she recognized the zebra mare known as Tapiwa; another mare under Andras’ employ. Another futa mare, as it now seemed, as her dark marecock was being vigorously thrust into the cold cunt of the dead changeling drone.
“Fuckin’... take it, you stuck up bug…” The mare groaned, and she pounded against the changeling’s chitinous hips, and made her breasts and arms flop limply above the heads of the partygoers below. “Never let me knock you up when you were alive, I’m gonna take my time breeding your cunt now that you’re dead...Might even keep you, not even report this… get myself a drone cumdump for a couple of weeks… Not like you could have told us you were back anyways...it’s your own fuckin’ fault that no one’s gonna come looking for you…”
Again, Luna felt a distinct stirring in her loins as she watched the zebra rail the dead changeling, and while one hand had already drawn her pistol, the other was pressing into her own pussy once more. She fingered herself with gently-shaking fingers, as she leveled the gun at the back of Tapiwa’s head, and waited for the perfect moment.
“Gonna make your belly bloat with my cum, you dead fuckin’ drone… Maybe Andras already fertilized your eggs, but I’m gonna drown ‘em in my own cum, and then we’ll see…” The zebra mare sped up one final time as she grabbed the dead changeling’s limp arms for leverage, and pulled their hips together one final time. As Tapiwa began to feel her orgasm crest, her balls tightened, and her cock flexed… just as Luna pulled the trigger.
Tapiwa made a faint gasping noise as the pleasure of her orgasm was stolen away, and the bullet bored a hole through her brain. A second spray of blood and brain matter misted over the guests below, and it went just as unnoticed as the first. Tapiwa’s eyes crossed as a line of blood dripped down her face, and she convulsed mindlessly, trapped in the pain of having her brains blown out and the pleasure of her ruined orgasm.
Her body continued onwards, even if Tapiwa herself no longer knew about it. A hefty load of marecum pumped through her cock and into the dead changeling drone, as a dead mare filled another dead mare with her cum. If anything, the interruption of a bullet seemed to have released any sort of natural instinct Tapiwa’s body had to stop cumming; her cock kept pulsing and pumping cum into the insect’s body before her until her balls were drained and shriveled, and Broken Mirror’s belly showed the faintest bulge from the amount of cum that filled her.
Tapiwa slumped forward over Broken Mirror’s back as her heart shuddered to a stop, and their corpses lay on top of each other on the shadowed banister. Together, they were hidden from all eyes but those of Luna, their killer, and she fingered herself for another minute as she watched a wet stain spread from Tapiwa’s crotch and soak her jean shorts. She had merely pulled them down to pull out her marecock, and Luna idly wondered if the zebra was emptying her bladder into the dead changeling from her wilting dick as well.
Luna came quickly and quietly, and it was not a tenth as satisfying as the one she had earned from killing Night Sabre. But she still enjoyed it, until she slid her pistol back into her bag, and moved to collect her new trophy. Tapiwa hadn’t been wearing anything more than a cut-down tank top and a pair of ripped jean shorts, but Luna pulled them both off as she stripped the zebra naked. She dropped the ragged clothes onto the stained pair of suit pants, creating a small pile of piss-soaked clothes, and she groped both the dead mares as Luna pulled Tapiwa’s panties free—a soaked, pungent pair of boxer’s shorts. With the clothes added to her collection, Luna left them there, joined at the hip by Tapiwa’s flaccid marecock.
With one more of Andras’ mares eliminated, Luna scanned the second floor. Night Sabre had mentioned a security room, with cameras and two mares within. That was her next destination, and while she was confused at why there had been no alarms raised if there were cameras within the mansion, she could hardly complain. She started peeking inside rooms at random, as she was confident she’d find it eventually.
Four bedrooms later, Luna found herself at the end of a hallway, in front of a door labeled “Security - Authorized Personnel Only.” Luna was not authorized, and frankly did not care. She pushed the door open and slipped inside.
The security room was a surprisingly complex affair. One side had a desk, with a dozen monitors atop it, all showing different angles from within the manion. Most curiously, Luna noticed two of the screens were currently showing corpses, as one was displaying the billiards room, and the other showed the silhouette of her most recent kill, on the second floor.
While the cameras appeared to be in perfect working order, the mare stationed there was not. She was a brown pegasus mare that wore a slutty mockery of a security guard uniform, and her attention seemed focused on the billiards room camera while she plunged her fingers under her short skirt and into her cunt. Luna could hear her masturbating from the door, but she couldn’t see it; the mare’s own belly, just as pregnant as Night Sabre had been, was in the way.
The brown mare was neither the only guard in the room, nor the only pony masturbating. Seated at a table that faced the wall, was a grey-colored kirin mare wearing a pair of goggles, and before her sat a tray of hand-held radios. While she looked like she had originally been preoccupied with maintaining the devices, that intent had been lost at some point, as she was too focused on the radio that she had pushed between her legs and deep into her pussy. She slowly bounced up and down in her chair as Luna watched, and her own pregnant belly bounced with her.
Andras had been busy knocking up his mares, it seemed. Luna would be busy killing them, tonight.
Luna chose the Kirin first, and as she silently crept up behind her, she heard the pegasus’ mumbles behind her as she finger-fucked herself. “Oh...oh...Luna, fuck, yes, snuff me… break my neck, blow my brains out, just let me cum first…”
For a moment Luna paused, for fear she’d been seen, but it seemed the pegasus was focused on her own pleasure. Had she been watching her work this entire time? And she seemed to be...aroused by it? Curious. She would get her wish, as Luna would slay her just those she had witnessed on the monitors. But the pregnant kirin mare would die first.
Luna waited until the gray kirin’s moans had reached a crescendo, and as she pushed herself down onto the radio in orgasm, Luna struck. One hand grabbed her horn, and the other the back of the mare’s head. She had just enough time to feel Luna’s touch, before Luna twisted viciously, and a hollow ‘crunch’ echoed through the room.
The kirin’s neck was broken in an instant, and she faced Luna as surprise, fear, and pain overtook her begoggled features. Without any control over her body, it dropped all the way down onto the seat, and fully enveloped the radio. The hard plastic mass was pushed deep into her cunt as her corpse shuddered, and the kirin’s arms flopped lifelessly while she twitched in her chair.
However, the noise of the kirin’s neck being viciously broken had gotten the attention of the room’s other occupant. The brown pegasus turned her chair around, but never stopped masturbating as she saw Luna, dressed to kill in her thin dress, and the pistol leveled square at her head. “Oh fuck!” She moaned, as one hand squeezed her breast, and the other was pushed deeper into her sopping wet panties. Luna didn’t pull the trigger, but she did read the brown mare’s nametag: “Ink Ribbon.”
“Oh fuck, you’re real,” Ink Ribbon moaned, as she looked between Luna, the gun leveled at her, and the dying pregnant kirin in the other chair. “Fuck, you really killed Coal Ember, and you’re gonna kill me, like the others, oh fuck, yes…”
Luna quirked her eyebrow, and clicked the safety off of her pistol. Ink Ribbon released her breast to hold up a hand. “Wait, wait, just let me- I’m so close, this is so hot, you have no idea!”
Ink Ribbon started to finger herself faster as she built towards an orgasm, and behind Luna, the kirin—Coal Ember—finally shuddered her last around the radio. There was a static crackle and a faint ozone smell, as the dying mare released her bladder. Coal Ember soaked the radio and the chair was sitting on with her death-piss, and if her neck weren’t broken, the last thing she would have felt would have been the radio shorting and electrocuting her womb. But instead, all Coal Ember felt was pain and frustration, as her corpse enjoyed her last orgasm without her.
As Coal’s piss began to drip down the chair onto the floor, Ink Ribbon moaned and squeezed her tit again. She was too horny to think straight, and didn’t seem to understand she was about to die, or maybe she was all too aware of it. She stared down the barrel of Luna’s gun as she peaked. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, right between the eyes, fucking snuff me, I wanna feel it as I-”
Luna’s pistol discharged with that familiar ‘click-click,’ and the bullet punched through Ink Ribbon’s forehead, ripped through her brain, and burst out the other side. With it, came a spray of red that splattered across the security monitors, and began to drip downwards.
Ink Ribbon made a strangled noise as the bullet set off her orgasm. Her fingers went into overtime, shaking inside her panties as she brutally fucked herself, and her other hand clenched her breast with an involuntary squeeze that nearly drew blood. As she squeaked and shuddered and writhed helpless in the chair, her fingers lost coordination. They slipped out and trailed Inky’s cum across her thighs, while she continued to flick her wrist as though she were still masturbating. Her cunt seemed to have continued as well, and it spasmed and clenched around nothing as cum spurted through the soaked panties and onto the seat.
Ink Ribbon’s pregnant belly shook as she died, and her eyes crossed, then rolled upwards in pain and pleasure. Her arms flopped limply in her chair as she continued to buck her hips, and the action made her slide down somewhat. Perhaps she could no longer keep her balance, with a hole through her brain. After a few moments, her convulsions began to subside, and her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth. Finally, she shuddered one last time as her heart stopped, and a fresh golden stain coated the seat of the chair.
As Luna slid her pistol back into her bag, she shook her head in confusion at the dead pegasus. “How strange a mare, to find sexual gratification in thine own death. You wert not long for this world, for if I had not culled you, then I venture that Andras wouldst have indulged thy fantasies before long, expecting a foal or no. I hope ‘twas worth it, you damned fool.”
She turned to the glassy-eyed kirin mare next. “And you...Thou lookest a tinkerer, and thou art just as vulnerable to the whims of madness as they. Thou hast picked a strange proxy, and a strange time to make use of it.” Finally, Luna looked between them both. “Mad mares and tainted seed; ‘tis good that thine children shall die in thy wombs, for they wouldst have wreaked a most deadly form of havoc later, had I not slain thou both tonight.”
Coal Ember’s plain white panties were all too easy to retrieve; the mare had stripped them off before she had begun her masturbation session, and they lay on the table—clean and unstained—alongside the other radios. Luna was disappointed that the mare had removed them beforehand, and inadvertently kept them clean. But Ink Ribbon’s panties more than made up for it, as she was still fully clothed. Luna reached under the dead, pregnant pegasus’ skirt to grasp her totally-ruined white panties, and she had to slide them out over her piss-soaked legs, which then fell back down with a splat onto the seat. They both joined the others in her collection inside her bag, and Luna had two more trophies of her kills.
Now that she was alone, Luna looked around the room again. This seemed as though it would be the room where an interdiction field was controlled, and her guess proved correct. A classic-style power switch was wired into the wall with a red light above, and it was even helpfully labeled with a handwritten sign: “Anti-Magic field generator - RED LIGHT STAYS ON”
Luna pulled the lever, and it felt like the inaudible roar that had kept her from focusing on the power within her horn was silenced in an instant. Magic rushed through her, and Luna inhaled deeply as she felt her full power again, unrestricted, as it should always be.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t take quite as long as she wanted to enjoy it. The radios all crackled at once, as the deep, but refined voice of the Diamond Dog bitch spoke through them. “Duchess here. Did the Interdiction Field just shut off? Over.”
Luna recalled Ink Ribbon’s voice, and it was trivial to enchant her own to sound identical. She picked up the radio, and spoke with the voice of the dead mare beside her. “Ink Ribbon here. Looks like, but it’s not on our end. Maybe a mechanical fault? Over.”
Duchess groaned through the radio. “Damnation, of course this would happen during an event… Tapiwa, go investigate, I am already away from my post. One of our guests seems to be convinced that there is a corpse in the mare’s room—perhaps another guest got eager, and could not wait for the afterparty. Over.”
Luna swore, and tossed the radio onto Coal Ember’s pregnant belly as she bolted out the door. As soon as she was through the door frame, she enchanted herself again, using one of her favorite spells to move quickly, yet unseen. Luna dissolved into mist, and the cloud that made up her body whistled faintly through the halls of the mansion, over the banister, and then dove over the guest’s heads. Luna slipped through the bathroom door just as it began to close behind the furry form of Duchess, and she coalesced into a haze near the ceiling as she watched the Diamond Dog.
Duchess casually glanced around the bathroom, found it to be empty of any normal guests, and zeroed in on the closed stall. She rapped a knuckle on the door politely, at first. “Miss? Are you in need of assistance? There’s been a complaint.”
When the dead mares failed to respond, Duchess sighed, and ducked low to look under the stall wall. “Miss, I’m sorry, but I- damn.” She slid forward, trying to avoid touching the bathroom floor as much as possible, and unlocked the door. Then the Diamond Dog stood and pulled open the stall to investigate the two corpses properly. Luna saw her opening.
She coalesced fully into her physical form as Duchess peered at the corpses, and began to reach for her radio. She never pulled it out; Luna’s hands grasped the Diamond dog’s chin and head, and the coiled spring released once more.
Diamond Dogs were usually muscled brutes, and while Duchess was an outlier in many ways, she was easily the physical equal of any other from her pack. The muscles of her neck were like steel cords, hidden under well-groomed fur. But Luna was still a living goddess, and with the interdiction field down, she now had no inhibitors on her strength.
Duchess felt hands on her head and chin, and then a sharp pain as a crunchy ‘pop’ echoed through the mare’s bathroom for the second time that night. The bitch suddenly found herself staring back into the eyes of Luna, who had been standing behind her, and when she tried to raise a hand to shove her away, Duchess found that she couldn’t feel anything below her neck. She tried to speak, tried to bark, but all that came out was a few drops of blood.
Duchess’ body went limp, and Luna followed it down, cradling her head. As the Diamond Dog fell to her knees on the bathroom floor, Luna whispered to her, “Sleep, hound. Long hath thou caused me trouble, and it gives me great pleasure to eliminate thee tonight.” Luna smirked as Duchess’ eyes went wild, trying to find any way out, any way to fight. But she had nothing. “When you die, thou shalt be left here on the floor of this public toilet, lying in a pool of thine own filth. T’is how thou wilt be found. T’is how thou wilt be remembered. As nothing more than a mutt, who soiled the floor, and failed thine master.”
Luna reached around Duchess’ body and groped her canine breasts under her lace corset, as the Diamond Dog tried to whine, tried to fight the encroaching darkness, but it was futile. As Duchess’ body died, Luna knew her head wouldn’t be far behind, and so she grasped her neck again. With a second grinding ‘pop,’ Luna realigned Duchess’ head so she faced forwards once more, but her neck was still broken and savaged from Luna’s sharp twist.
While Luna continued to grope and knead at the unfeeling dog's dogs breasts, she pitched Duchess forward to make her head flop limply down. She saw Luna’s blue hands molesting her, and most of all, she had a perfect view of her own crotch, as her body shuddered and died, and her bladder released into her pants. Duchess had been wearing a pair of shortened jeans, like Tapiwa, which contrasted sharply with her silk corset. Now, those same shorts were soaked in pungent dog urine, and she was forced to watch, and more importantly, smell the evidence of her failure as a bodyguard.
Death overtook Duchess’ face a few scant seconds after she had finished releasing her bladder, and her expression sagged upwards as the darkness closed in. Luna enjoyed groping her dead breasts for a few moments longer, before she finally released her. Without Luna’s grip, Duchess slumped forward, and her face flopped flat against the filthy tile floor below the toilet.
Luna humiliated her further by pulling her legs straight, which dragged her fancy corset through her own puddle of pungent canine piss and thoroughly ruined the fabric, before she began to pull off Duchess’ pants. She left them askew around one leg, while she moved onto retrieving her panties—they were just as fancy as the corset had been, all silk and lace, and soaked through entirely with urine. Luna slid them into her bag with the others, and then stood to look over the three corpses that now all occupied the same bathroom stall.
“A fitting resting place,” she concluded, before she kicked Duchess’ legs open again, to display her dead canine cunt fully to whoever found her facedown on the floor. Then she left the bathroom, and this time grabbed a nearby sign that read “Bathrooms out of order,” and hung it on the door. That should keep the corpses hidden decently enough.
Luna leaned against a nearby wall as she recalled the night so far. The two teenagers she’d snuffed in the bathroom, the changeling double on the second floor (and the necrophiliac zebra,) that traitor Night Sabre, the pegasus and the kirin in the security room, and then Duchess. To her knowledge, that was every one of Andras’ mares at the party tonight, save for his mother. She didn’t care to go after the maids and waitresses tonight, as she simply didn’t have the time, and they kept the party drunk and distracted as the guards disappeared.
So where now, then? She had thoroughly explored the ground floor, but several rooms on the floor above had yet to be investigated. Had she walked past Andras’ master bedroom a dozen times without realizing? Luna sighed, and made her way to the grand staircase this time. Without Duchess guarding it, she could wander freely throughout the party, and eventually, she would find Andras, or at least his mother.
A pair of guests had already taken the chance to go snooping upstairs, but Luna caught them before they found the corpses hidden in the shadows. “Guests of Andras, cease thy curious meandering. The upper floors are off limits, whether there be a guard stationed or not.”
“I say!” One of them said, wrinkling his nose. “Princess Luna? What do you care where we wander?”
Luna stared at them, then exhaled through her nose. “THou art correct. I care not.” Neither of these nobles were her planted spies, and she cared not what titles they held; if they were associated with Andras, it was doubtful that they were of good moral standing.
In one smooth motion she drew the void-pistol and pulled the trigger, blowing the stallion’s brains out the back of his head. The mare beside him blinked as blood spattered the side of her face, and stared, speechless, at Luna. She almost had enough time to get out a scream, but it was killed before it could form, just as the mare herself was killed with the second shot. They both dropped to the floor, twitching and pissing their fancy clothes, as Luna reloaded and then stowed the gun in her bag. She didn’t even bother collecting their underwear, as they weren’t worth her time at all.
Where was Andras? There surely weren’t many more rooms left. Luna checked two more, before she got lucky on the third. As she cracked the door open, she heard panting and the slapping of hips, and knew she had finally found her elusive quarry, plus the last of Andras’ mares. Luna enchanted herself one more time, and faded from sight as she slipped into the room.
Andra’s master bedroom was dark, but Luna’s bright moonlight filtered in through the thin curtains of the window, and allowed her to see the room clearly. It was all the standard furniture one would expect to see in a Canterlot manor bedroom, decently opulent, but the centerpiece was absolutely the king-sized bed in the center. It was on that bed that Luna found Andras, and his mother, lost in throes of passion.
“Ah! Yes, pound my flanks, Andras! You’re so good, you’ve gotten so good at pounding mommy!” Andras’ mother, Mending Hearth, rode atop him in the bed, and Luna took the time to ogle her as she bounced, for there was quite a lot to ogle. She was shorter than most mares, and thicker as well. While Night Sabre had been easily classified as a “milf” in the common parlance, Luna noted that the mare before her blew Sabre out of the metaphorical water. Her gray-furred flanks were thick with motherly weight, her belly chubby with foal fat, and her belly pushed out over Andras, heavily pregnant, and clearly further along than Night Sabre or the two mares working security in the booth had been. Her large spectacles fogged as she gasped between every bounce on her son’s hips, “Breed me! Over and over again, my little Andras! Make me a mother over and over, and fill my belly with your sons, your brothers!”
Andras himself seemed to be working to do just that. Luna’s eyes flicked to him, and she examined him in detail as well. The stallion’s red fur covered a well-toned body, and he clearly kept himself in fantastic shape. He was merely in his early thirties, in the prime of his life, as he fucked his own mother. Cum was already staining their hips, and the sheets below them; how long had they been fucking up here, while the changeling had worn his face and spoken with his guests on his behalf downstairs? Finally, Luna’s eyes flicked back towards their coitus, and confirmed it was his mark: an ornate image of a weeping eye, outlined by the gray pattern of the fur covering his flanks.
This was Andras, without a doubt. No tricks, no illusions, no body doubles. Luna would end this tonight, with her own two hands and the gun in her bag.
Andras’ orgasm seemed distant, but his mother’s was soon approaching. She leaned back and bounced on her son’s cock, while one hand squeezed and caressed her breast. She had her own nipple in her mouth, and she suckled at it as she fucked her son, tasting her own milk. Her other hand caressed her heavily-pregnant belly, playing with it, as if she couldn’t believe it was real. That her own son had impregnated her, and she would soon give birth once again to his son. She panted and gasped and felt her orgasm crest, while Luna, still invisible, drew her gun.
“Yes! Yes! I can feel it, I’m cumming! I love you, my duke, my son, mommy is cumming on your-”
The ‘click-click’ of the pistol was barely audible against the wet slapping of their thighs, but the sudden silence as Mending Hearth was cut off mid-sentence was in itself a beautiful sound. The bullet caught the pregnant mare in the back of the head as she bounced downwards, and her tongue lolled as the parts of her brain that controlled her speech were blown out through a new hole in her forehead. Mending’s blood and brains erupted from this new hole and splattered across Andras’ chest and face, and he jumped as his mother went limp atop him, shuddering and twitching.
And yet, he barely paused, as he simply took over from her. When she could no longer fuck him under her own power, he bounced his dying mother on his hips instead, and rode out her last ruined orgasm. He fucked his mother as her eyes crossed, and blood oozed out of her nose and joined her brains on his chest, until she began to shudder and shake.
Mending Hearth’s heart began to fail, with her brain destroyed, as her cum dribbled out around Andras’ cock and down his hips for the final time. He squeezed her flanks as her arms shuddered loosely by her sides, and when she began to tilt forward, he grabbed her breasts and held her up himself. He eagerly groped his mother’s heavy breasts as they leaked, and her milk joined the mess of blood and brains across his chest.
A few moments later, Mending Hearth shuddered for one final time atop her son, and he felt her heart’s final few beats through her breasts. Even as she died, he continued to fuck his mother’s corpse, and he groaned as her bladder released, soaking his crotch, his thighs, and the bed underneath them.
That was the final straw. Andras gasped, and bounced his mother’s corpse atop his cock suddenly. Then, he came, and his cum spurted inside her cunt. The last load of cum that he would ever blow inside of his mother, he emptied into her cooling corpse, and it joined the rest inside her bloated and dying womb.
After he caught his breath, Andras looked around his empty room, and let out a sigh. “Really? I didn’t hear the window shatter, so I know you’re in here. You’ve gone through all this trouble, and now my assassin is shy?”
Luna shimmered back into existences as she stepped onto the bed and seized Mending Hearth’s cooling shoulder with one hand, while the other kept her pistol pointed square at Andras’ face. “I was most curious how thou wouldst react to thy mother’s death. I was not disappointed, for you both put on quite a performance..”
“So glad I have a fan, to witness our final show,” Andras snarked. “Well, well, Princess Luna herself. I suppose you finally got sick of my meddling, then?”
“Oh, I was sick of thy meddling many moons ago.” Luna said, with a mirthless chuckle. “But had I struck then, thou wouldst be prepared. Better to wait—and allow thee to grow careless.”
“Well, you’ve got me,” Andras said with a smirk. “I can’t ask for a better death, I must say. Spending the last, oh, four hours fucking my mother on a bed made for royalty, before being snuffed out by the Princess of the Night herself? I’m hardly looking forward to my death, but it will make one spectacular obituary.”
After a moment, he shrugged. “I’m hardly going to light up a final cigarette. Go ahead.”
Luna smirked at him. “Not yet; mine curiosity will not let me.”
“Oh?”
“What is it about thee?” Luna leaned in closer, over the shoulder of his dead mother. “I was nearly seduced by a changeling wearing thy face, with the promise of favors most sexual. Thou hath coerced mine guards out from under mine nose, and convinced them to commit atrocities against me in thy name. Thou hath allegiances with the Diamond Dogs, the Changelings, the Kirin. Thy staff knows all of this, and yet they proudly carry thy foals, and die at your request for naught but pleasure.”
“So,” Andras raised his eyebrow. “You’re not killing me because you want to know my secret?”
“Nay. I stay my hand, for if thy penis is so convincing a bargaining tool, then ‘twould be a shame to slay thee without seeing it in action for myself.” Luna grabbed his mother’s corpse, and bodily shoved her heavy, pregnant weight off of Andras. Mending Hearth rolled limply off the bed, and then slammed face-first—and belly-first—against the carpeted floor with a muffled thump. Luna took her place, as she slid up Andras’ legs, and straddled his hips. “Unless thou art exhausted, and thy balls hath been drained. In which case, I shalt slay you where you lie.”
“Oh I never run dry, my Princess. Especially not with my ‘additions’ to the wine.” He slowly extended his hand down to stroke his cock, which was already starting to stand back at attention. Luna never moved the gun away from his face as she shifted her hips, and pressed the flat, cum-stained tip of his dick against her slit. “I trust you’ve tried a glass?”
“Two,” Luna admitted. “A curious aftertaste presented itself, but as neither I nor any guests art dead from poison, I assumed the effects to be benign. Reveal these ‘additions.”
Luna pushed herself down, and Andras’ cock pressed upwards into her sopping folds. She let out a pleasured shiver as her second partner for the night, an actual stallion, began to slowly pull her hips down to meet his.
“Mmh,” Andras bit his lip in pleasure. “Technically, Tapiwa brought me the recipe. Not one of her own—her talents lie elsewhere—but one she found on a trip back to Zebrica. It keeps the drinker constantly horny, and replenishes their fluids. Alchemy is a fascinating thing, and I’m glad to have her on my staff.”
“Have had,” Luna interrupted, as Andras bottomed out against her womb. Moonlight’s cum was pressed loose once more, and it smeared against the tip of Andras’ cock as he began to thrust gently, but deeply. “Past tense, now.”
Andras’ expression soured. “A shame. How’d she get it?”
Luna pushed herself up, and then let herself slide back down, guiding Andras towards longer thrusts. “A bullet pierced her head from back to fore, like thine mother. I found her rutting the corpse of thy body double, who got much the same treatment.”
“Broken Mirror too? Alright.” Andras indulged her, and their hips began to meet with a quiet ‘plap’ with every thrust. “Not that it matters much any more, but who else? Has the party been called off?”
“Not yet,” Luna admitted. “I restrained most of the killing to rooms t’wert private.”
“Most of?”
“Some of thine guests were curious, and chose to investigate the second floor. The next guest who is similarly curious will find the corpses with little difficulty.” Luna began to bounce faster, and she placed her off-hand on Andras’ chest for balance. Her fingers smeared the various fluids mixed into his fur, and his muscles were slippery from sweat, blood and milk, but Luna handled it just fine.
“That’s a shame,” Andras said with a chuckle. “You invite friends into your house, and the first chance they get, they start poking through your drawers. Didn’t Duchess stop them? Or…”
“Just prior. She had found my first kills of the night in the mare’s bathroom, two teenage fillies that cut through red tape on thy behalf, and who I used to slip past the yonder gate guard.”
That got a notable wince out of the stallion. “I knew those fillies would get me into trouble. Cold Grave and Moonlight Gale?” At Luna’s nod, he sighed, and looked down at his crotch. “Thought it felt a little wet in there already. Took a little something extra from Moonlight?”
“Earned it, from her shuddering corpse. Thou couldst have taught her better, in a multitude of ways.” Luna began to bounce on Andra’s hips properly. She was getting close, and she could tell that he was too.
Andras seemed more annoyed than anything else. “Anypony you didn’t kill?”
Luna smirked. “The maids remain unharmed, at present. I did kill thy strange, suicidal mare in the security room, and the kirin gadgeteer.”
“Oh, my broodmares… Hm. What about Night Sabre?”
Luna was getting very close, and she sped up one final time as she leaned in close. “For us, ‘twas personal. One bullet in her traitorous head, and one in her traitorous belly, to make sure thy kin were exterminated. Mayhaps I could have taken longer to draw out her suffering, and I dearly wish that I had. But alas, I had neither the time, nor the privacy within the billiards room.”
Andras sighed. “That’s a clean sweep then. Very impressive, Princess.” He smirked, as his orgasm began to crest, and he could see that Luna’s was, as well. “Unless, of course, you intend for a new partnership? Just the two of us, and our children?”
Luna chuckled, as she suddenly pulled off of Andras’ cock. The stallion was still twitching, a hair away from blowing his load, but Luna wouldn’t let him. She pressed the barrel of her pistol to his forehead, to the left of his horn.
“Nay.” She squeezed the trigger, and Andras’ brains burst out the back of his head, staining his pillows dark red with his blood and gray matter. The stallion’s eyes rolled back in his head as he shook and spasmed under Luna, who smiled, and pressed the barrel against his head again on the other side of his horn. The second bullet earned a fresh spray of crimson, and Andras went limp a few short seconds later, with his brains turned to mulch inside his skull.
Luna closed her eyes, and savored the silence, as she heard only her own breathing in the room. After so long, the bastard and all of his children were finally dead, and her Night Guard were avenged. It felt so sweet, and yet… It wasn’t quite enough.
Luna was still curious. And so she placed the smoking gun onto the bloody bed sheets, and slid back along Andras’ chest. She reached his cock, which was still hard, although wilted from its owners sudden death, and she pushed the dead crime lord’s cock back into her folds.
Luna licked her lips as she started working herself back up towards her own aborted orgasm. She had to finish, and she had to know if Andras’ corpse was as good a fuck as when he was alive. She stared deeply into the twin holes bored through his forehead, and the moonlight shining onto the bloodied pillow behind him. She watched his blood ebb and bubble out of the wounds, and leak from the dead fucktoy’s nose. Luna groped at her own breasts one more time, as she rode the dead stallion and began to milk him for anything left.
And Luna smiled, because this way, the bastard would never have the satisfaction of cumming inside her. He was her toy now, hers to ride and fuck and drain dry, until she was done with him. But all Andras knew, when she blew his brains out into his pillows, was that he didn’t get to finish.
Luna would finish for him, but mostly for herself. As she peaked, her cunt clenched around Andras’ softened cock, and Luna’s horn lit. She worked her magic into the dead stallion’s cock, and she squeezed his balls, to force the stallion’s last load from him. She would steal it for herself, for she had earned it.
And as Luna rode the waves of her orgasm, she squeezed Andras balls like rolls of toothpaste, until she felt his last load of warm cum fill her womb. Luna gasped as she felt it spurt out around his cock, and form a fresh layer of cum in his fur.
When Andra’s balls were squeezed for every drop, until they had shriveled into raisins in his ballsack, Luna allowed herself to collapse onto his chest. She relished the creeping cold as it overtook his body, and Luna allowed herself to finally relax in the afterglow of a job well done. She idly played with his chest fur, and pushed his head around to look at the inside of his skull.
After a moment, she felt fresh warmth in her cunt. Luna blinked, then turned around and pulled off of his cock with a faint ‘pop.’ As soon as it was free, a thin stream of Andras’ urine poured onto his own crotch, his own death-piss, and it flowed out of Luna’s lower lips and down her thigh. Luna merely chuckled, as she playfully grabbed his chin again, and acted seductive towards the corpse. “We hath made a vicious mess of thy bed. I wilt let thee handle the cleaning of thy sheets, methinks, though I shalt use thy shower ‘fore I take my leave.”
Luna rolled off of the bed, and indeed made her way towards Andras’ private bathroom. Though she had to step over the corpse of his mother—left lying facedown on her pregnant belly—one last time to get there. As she passed by a large dresser, Luna paused, and pulled open a drawer at random.
Before her was a bounty of underwear. While half the drawer was socks, the other half was filled with perfectly-folded sets of boxer shorts, and a decent selection of female panties. They seemed chosen at random, and came in a variety of styles and colors. Luna noticed, with a smirk, that a great deal of them were deeply stained. Andras liked to collect proof of his kills as well, it seemed. Luna could respect that, just a little bit.
* * *
Luna leaned back in her chair, as the setting sun brought out the subtle patterns in the marble of her balcony. While the daily newspaper was literally old news by the time she awoke, Luna enjoyed the tradition of starting her night by reading it over and catching up on the day’s events. She took a sip from the neck of a freshly-opened bottle of wine, and flicked the newspaper open.
Minor events in Ponyville and Hollow Shades, nothing of note. A few editorials, a few film reviews, but nothing that caught Luna’s eye. An opera was opening in a week in the Grand Canterlot Theater, a show from Manehattan, but still nothing to Luna’s taste. She turned the page, and smirked when she saw the next article.
“Celestia ends investigation into Canterlot Manor Murders: Today marks the one-year anniversary of the heinous murder and molestation of Duke Andras, his mother, and most of his personal bodyguards, a crime that has yet to be solved and stains Canterlot society with every day that passes. Celestia herself has ordered a halt to the investigation, citing a lack of evidence, suspects, and a pending investigation into Duke Andras’ dealings outside the country.
“Duke Andras was a well-respected noblestallion, having risen to Canterlot High Society and earned his title through entrepreneurship and careful business negotiation. Most impressively, he managed a trade empire while hosting weekly soirees at his grand mansion (formerly known as the Wellspring Estate.) One year ago today, the Duke, his mother, and his bodyguards were viciously murdered during one of these parties, and their corpses all defiled prior to being found by the horrified guests. Two Canterlot teenagers, as well as Lord and Lady Swan, were also found dead on the property.
“While the morbid and disturbing pictures of the crime scene have long since been leaked to the public by an as-of-yet unidentified (but undoubtedly demented) individual within Celestia’s Royal Guard, no other evidence has ever been found. While nearly all of the victims were found to be missing their underwear, presumably so their murderers and rapists could force themselves upon their corpses, these articles of clothing have also failed to turn up in any searches since.”
Luna chuckled, and shifted in her chair. She was wearing one pair of Andras’ boxer shorts now, under her bathrobe. She had quickly found that she enjoyed the airflow they granted her nethers, after she had tried on a few of her trophies.
“Regrettably, Andras left no surviving heirs, seemingly by intent. Several of the mares under his employ, as well as his mother, were nearly five months pregnant when they were murdered. The identities of their fathers have not been released to the public, save for former night guard Night Sabre, who was carrying Andras’ foal. She and her unborn foal were both murdered with extreme prejudice, as a second gunshot wound was identified in her gravid abdomen. It is as of yet unknown how so many gunshots were fired within the mansion without being heard by any of the other guests present, which has made even the basic establishment of a timeline of events very difficult.
“Without any clear heirs left alive to claim his holdings at the reading of his will, Andras’ estate has been claimed by the city of Canterlot, a clear overstepping of boundaries by the crown. Celestia has defied all requests and demands to resell Andras’ estate to other Canterlot Nobles, historical societies, and independent interested parties. Instead, she has spoken openly of her desire to turn the land into a public park, something that is frankly unneeded in the already-beautiful residential district of Canterlot, and which will undoubtedly attract the homeless and vagabonds.
“However, the demolition of the building has been suspended, pending an investigation opened by the Royal Guard based around several Cold Cases of missing ponies in the area over the years. Celestia believes that these cold cases were ‘covered up’ by as-of-yet unknown pony within the Royal Guard, in order to hide illicit ‘snuff parties’ in which Canterlot citizens were privately murdered for the sexual gratification of guests. Celestia is alleging that these parties were held within Duke Andras’ mansion, under his oversight, which is a frankly ridiculous and libelous claim. There has been little evidence of any of these parties occurring anywhere except inside Celestia’s own filthy mind, and the claims are still being fought valiantly in court by the Canterlot nobility on Duke Andras’ behalf.
“As to the late Duke’s holdings in other countries outside Equestria, Celestia has openly dismissed any interest in claiming the Equestrian-owned property, whether private domiciles or business owned by Duke Andras and his subsidiaries. Instead, Celestia has ceded the holdings to the local governments and allowed them to decide what is to be done with them, though she did make a personal recommendation to pursue their own independent investigation into the noble Duke’s supposed dealings.”
Luna chuckled again and shook her head. The papers were always so critical of her sister; small wonder, when one investigated the ponies on either end of the payroll. Still, biased news was more interesting than no news at all, and the paper made for fine grease swabs. She set the paper onto the table beside her, and reached under her chair to draw her void-pistol, which she hadn’t cleaned in a few days.
Luna was about to begin to field-strip the weapon for a quick cleaning, when one of her children cried out suddenly. This caused the other to cry out in turn, and Luna sighed as she set her firearm down on the table, and got out of her chair to approach the crib.
The crib was as simple as Luna could have convinced her sister to make it. While the shape was extremely basic, Celestia had still hand-painted the wooden beams, and she’d been delighted to carve the little wooden mobile that hung above Luna’s children.
Luna leaned over the side of the crib, and using her hand, she began to playfully tickle her two foals, to try and calm them both. One, a filly, had the same bright green coat as the teenager, who had been her second kill that fateful night. Luna had already checked, and to her relief, her daughter was a perfectly normal filly, and bore no extraneous genitalia. Luna wasn’t sure how she’d feel if she had been born with both sets.
The other continued to cry, and Luna surmised that he was hungry. She gently pulled him out of the crib, and returned to her seat, where she opened her bathrobe and held him to her nipple. Luna had been incredibly conflicted when the colt was born, as he clearly had the same coat colors as Andras. She had specifically sought to end the stallion’s bloodline, and yet, he had the last laugh. The stolen cum she had milked his corpse dry to obtain had still taken root in her, and now her son was undeniably fathered by the bastard.
Once more, Luna’s eyes wandered to the gun on her table. It would be so easy to cut the last string, and fully wipe the last trace of Andras from living memory. It would be literal child’s play to simply let him fall from the balcony, and claim he had climbed off the edge of his own accord.
But she never did. While Andras was undeniably the colt’s father, she had been his mother. And she swore that she would raise him—and his sister—better than Andras could ever dream of, without ever being burdened with the knowledge of who he was. The last thing Luna stole from Andras was his bloodline, instead of simply wiping it from existence.
And Luna could think of no revenge more total.
Author's Note
If you've made it this far, congratulations! I'm well aware that pregnant snuff is a major turn-off for a lot of people, but I included it specifically at Andras' request, and found it appealed to me as well once I gave it a whirl. Mostly, I wanted to focus on the mothers more heavily instead, which does help. Speaking of, you likely know Andras well! He's a snuff artist who often draws content very similar to this. While I can't directly link to any of his work from FimFic, he's easily found on Derpibooru with the tag "artist:andras".
One small detail; for the sake of planning the story and visual reference, I used Lady Boyle's Mansion from Dishonored as the base for Duke Andras' mansion, most notably the upper balcony above the party. Her Void-Pistol is not based off of anything specific, but I did have a Colt 1911 in mind, with the slide covered in crystals and wire, and a dark orb at the end of the barrel instead of a muzzle flash.
This is also the first appearance of Ink Ribbon, my new OC! Don't worry, she'll show up again for other stories. She's going to become my main fetish OC, for use in stories exactly like this. (Think of her as a kinkier, gender-swapped version of Type Writer.)
