Author's Note

I'll have you know that this chapter, though it had been based on a dream I actually had, just did NOT want to come out of me until I'd gotten the NEXT chapter down. So you're getting a twofer here.

Penumbra

Meeting Moon Shadow was one of the best moments of our lives. “Post Cutie Mark School” gathers all of us from around Hollow Shades and helps us learn how we can use our special abilities for ourselves and to help batponies in general.

I had already been there a year before her and doing pretty well; learning to be more physically able to hold up against the flying pressures I’d go through.

Just a glance at her took my breath away.

Took my footing, too.

Good thing I was flying at the time.

We didn’t get to talking for almost a month, but when we did it was like we couldn’t stop. She told me about her family, how she was planning on going to another PCMS closer to home, that her abilities were in the dark but she really loved accounting instead.

And I told her how I dreamt of flying higher and farther than any other batpony, but that my true enjoyment was in writing stories

Moon Shadow and I had gone to the Longest Night Festival, celebrating the Mare in the Moon’s long-fought conquest of the skies before she’d return some of that power back to the sun. The brightly glowing memorial to the Night Princess lit the fairgrounds in a blue-white glow making the yellow and green glowbugs more vivid, while casting shadows beyond the trees and buildings.

Her ability was to hide in the shadows, blending into the darkness, being invisible and inaudible if she regulated her breathing. When she unfurled her wings and closed her eyes you’d be hard-pressed to know she was a wing’s breath away.

“So, what’s your thing, Icarus?”

I could hear the smile on Shadow’s face as she stalked me from inside them somewhere.

She was showing off for me, or more like NOT showing off, since I wasn’t sure where she was. Since her voice came from somewhere in the dark, I knew she was close but not where, so I just answered into the air. “It shows that I want to circle the Mare in the Moon and hold onto her. Would you want her? Just say the word and I'll fly up and pull her down for you.”

To my left I saw something in the black. Blacker than ‘Black’. A living, breathing, strutting, sexy incarnation of the shadow itself was moving towards me. Shadow’s smiling fangs and eyes appeared in the darkness as her wings moved away from her muzzle and settled on her back. “I’ll give you this, you’re smooth, mister. So, how many fillies have you rutted with that line?”

We’d only been together a few weeks, but we were fast friends and something more. Flirting was almost a second language to us already, a game of one-upping each other. “None. But I have an excuse.”

Her mane slid up the side of my cheek as her snout dragged its way up my chin, eyes closed, whispering into my ear before she licked my tuft, “--which is?”

I whispered back just as quietly against her, “...that I’ve never used it before.”

I don’t know which was louder that night; her laugh or her screams into the grass as we rutted until first light.

Backhoofing a broodmare’s face while she’s on her back is something that never seems to get old for me. Hearing that “SMACK!”, the grunt of humiliated pain, the needy whimper from the slut helping me break her.

In the privacy of my kitchen I felt like a musical conductor in front of a sexual orchestra.

I wish something like that existed.

“So, what do you think, Fluttercunt? Ready to help me break her?”

The Element of Kindness was next to me, collared, cuffed, wings bagged, flanks branded with the outline of my cutiemark over her own, practically glowing in a blush that reached from her dock to her wing-shoulders. Her throat was so tense her breath couldn’t catch her vocal chords. All she could do was whisper out, “--please!”

In front of me on the kitchen island was The Element of Generosity; horn locked into an inhibitor ring with a blunter on the tip, mascara bleeding down the sides of her face, slobber smearing across her whorse-red lipstick, mane a soaked, crumpled, tangled mess of failed styling products, snot, and drool. Her body was criss-crossed in metal bands no punk-rock frontmare would ever consider wearing - all screwed into the countertop. Only her eyes, mouth, and ears were able to move in any appreciable way.

“PFease! DNo vore. PFease….” Her cheek was so swollen, even her tongue had a hard time making words. “GHAAH!”

“What’s the matter, you thin-skinned, horned skank? You think Master’s going to stop because you begged him to? Remember when he branded me and you ate the screams out of my mouth, begging for more? Now it’s my turn. Master let me pick how to break you and I am going to enjoy this. Payback’s a bitch - and I’m HIS bitch!” Oh, my lovely little broken Fluttercunt. She was a dream come true for me.

Rarity tried blinking the filth out of her vision with only moderate success.

“HRRK! NNN!!!! FPEE! AHHUHHK!”

She wasn’t able to see the ring-gag before my adorable Fluttercunt shoved it into her face, twisting it to seat it in her mouth, and pulled the straps to the back of her head. Her scream was so powerful that slobber-bubbles inflated on her nostrils, even with her mouth wide open.

My Fluttercunt’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and sadism the whole time, like the well-trained pet I’d made her into. “Ohh, I’m sorry, Rarity? Did I catch your hair in the buckle?” She yanked the straps again, pulling the sides deeper into Raricunt’s cheeks, giving her a rictus smile that was screamed through. “At least this time it was on purpose. You had the most lovely singing voice. Master’s challenge will be to take it away from you. Won’t that be fun?”

Rarity’s eyes were wide open in terror, throat grunting at her, pleading at my Fluttercunt not to do this.

With a smile and a condescending pat-pat-SLAP on Rarity’s cheek she turned away and strutted to the next tabletop over. “That’s OK. I’ll have enough fun for the both of us.”

Rarity’s eyes snapped to me, dripping black lines around them from her tears, pinprick small. The slobber in her face gurgled, spraying over her lips and the metal ring, trying to say something, anything, to plead mercy with me.

As if I would change a single thing about to happen.

I leaned in, kissed her nose tenderly, and watched her terrified eyes. “Look at the bright side, my lovely cum dump; I’m not going to brand your flanks. Maybe some other part of you later, but not now.” She panicked at the threat of being branded herself, trying to squirm out of the straps holding her still. Spitting into her mouth was the best idea to shut up her complaints. She coughed after nearly inhaling the glob as it slid against her back teeth. At least she was able to swallow it finally.

Blowing a puff of breath at the back of her throat to induce that reflex probably helped her.

Did I say, “helped”? I meant, “forced”.

The little clip-clops of my Fluttercunt returning was just what the doctor ordered. Her voice was so tender now, soothing, gentle, as she leaned over her patient’s face and looked into her eyes. “Now, Rarity, you’ll want to stay still for this next part. It should really be nurse Red Heart doing this, but since she’s not here....”

Raising her hoof, she showed us what she’d brought over: a syringe with iridescent white fluid swirling within. The needle was already bare of any safety cap, dripping some of the fluid like a tiny cock and pre-cum. I was so glad that my sadistic little animal-fucking doctor was so good at her job. It would make this part of breaking the rape-meat so much easier.

Flutter’s psychotically calm smile sparked Rarity’s survival reflexes again - all her muscles pushed against the straps at the same time attempting “flight”, since any “fight” was a non-starter at every restrained joint. All she could do was watch the fluid drip out of her field of view and feel it land on her neck.

Flutters’ face quickly changed from caring to embarrassed for herself. “Oh! How clumsy of me! Let me clean that up for you, Rarity.” She dipped her head down, slathering her tongue across Rarity’s neck where the drop had landed to lick it up, opened her mouth wide and bit into the fur, trying to claim her like she’d felt her animals dominating herself.

I slapped across the back of her head adding a deep wing-nail scratch across her ear to warn her off. “She’s not yours yet, bitch. Get to work.” How she didn’t drop the syringe was anypony’s guess, but at least there was no worry about causing an infection.

“Nice and still now. This won’t hurt much.” Fluttercunt sounded like she was about to treat one of her baby animals, so gentle. What kept Rarity’s terror levels peaked was where the hoof with the syringe was going….

Right over her ring-gagged mouth.

“GAAAAAHHHKKGKGKGKGKGKG!” Rarity’s complaint was almost literally drowned out by the spittle collecting into the back of her throat again. At least it didn’t make it harder for Fluttercunt to aim the needle through the ring and into the roof of her mouth.

“There we go. See? That didn’t hurt too much, did it?” She lifted her head to look at me, proud of herself. “Maybe Master doesn’t like where the needle is? Maybe he’d like it here instead?” Oh, that little sadistic ball of fun! She pulled and reinserted the needle into Rarity’s palate, so good at the job that she didn’t have to look to see where she’d stuck her soon-to-be broken toy. It was like playing a musical instrument without needing to look at it to get the sounds you want out of it, and Rarity was the instrument this time, gurgling the whole time.

Looking back down at the syringe and the face it was in, Fluttercunt pressed on the plunger, draining the fluid into our toy, explaining it all while Rarity’s voice kept trying to be of any use. “Don’t worry, this isn’t going to hurt at all. The medicine will drain into your face as it affects your mouth, your tongue, and finally down to your vocal cords. And, there! Just about the perfect amount. Maybe Master would like some in her ponut too? Maybe in mine?”

Backhoofing Fluttercunt with a smile was my favorite way to let her know I enjoyed how needy she was. “We’re here to break her, not you. Now tell the cunt what’s happening to her before she figures it out for herself.” Just the thought of this was making my cock drop and start to fill. I love this feeling.

The orange mark on her cheek stood out from the slight red blush glowing in her face as she looked back down again. “Maybe you feel it already. All that fluid is a muscular anesthetic, so your cheeks, tongue, and voice are all going bye-bye for a while.” She leaned down, whispering in Rarity’s ear, just in her field of view, “I hope you know how jealous I am of you. I wanted to be his rape-meat for this, but he wanted to do you first. I told you, I’m going to be a bitch to you.”

There was no way I was going to wait for the fluid to take full effect, so I straddled Rarity’s face, lining myself up to be directly above her, but upside-down. “Here’s how we’re breaking you, cunt.” I flapped my wings once to lift my front hooves, clattering them on the island counter next to the strapped down shoulders, not bothering to look at her face. Her barrel flinched hard, spasmodically trying to breathe. “Bitch is going to line up my cock, and I’m going to throat-fuck you until you’re broken or I can’t dump anymore cum.”

FlutterBitch’s hoof stroked my dripping cock reverently, lining it up with Rarity’s mouth, while her voice was barely even there anymore. “Oh, stop trying to beg for mercy, Rarity. In a few more seconds you won’t be able to do anything except be a good little cock socket for Master.” And then she smirked in the naughtiest, sadistic show of happy I’d seen yet. “Now open wide and say--”

I wasn’t going to wait anymore, so I didn’t. One push and I was in the slut’s mouth, banging against her tongue as it flopped around in her face. I started hitching my flanks, rubbing my cockhead against her lips and the ring and that lifeless tongue. Three's a charm, they say. So one more back-of-the-head slap on Fluttercunt was about right. “I’m in, bitch. Get in place.”

All Rarity could hear was the needy and happy whimper of her yellow-furred friend, then her hooves stepping away, down her body. All she could see were my thighs flexing and my balls swinging at her. Not even close enough for her to inhale them yet.

With my head over her chest I had a full view of her teats and cunt, and my helpful little Fluttercunt. “We’re going to play a little summertime game, Rarity, and bitch is going to help. The game is called…. Now, bitch.”

A very eager and proud Flutterbitch smiled at me and practically dove into Rarity’s crotch, chomping her teeth on the cunt in front of her, all while her eyes were on mine, smiling the whole way. This got one last scream out of Rarity, which was my cue to cram my cock down her throat to stop her. It took a little more work than I thought it should, but looking at those eyes, I knew she’d used a ring with a just-slightly-smaller inner diameter than normal, making my medial ring have to squeeze through before I finished stepping forward, laying my balls on our rape-meat’s shivering nostrils.

“The game is called, ‘How Long Can You Hold Your Breath?’ The winner is the one to stay underwater the longest. In this case, you’re only going to drown on my cock or my cum.” My back hooves skittered and clopped in place a few times, getting my footing so I could pull back slowly, feeling my medial ring get stuck at her mouth. The up-side was I could feel Rarity’s panicked breath as she got room for air to pass. The down-side was I had no simple way to properly punish my Flutterbitch for this little otherwise-anticipated twist.

Without being told, the bitch worked her way up a bit further, again chomping down on Rarity’s teats, gnawing like a little timberwolf on a branch. There was no scream this time, but enough wind along my cock to start cooling it, and with a louder hoof clop I shoved in and kept going until I had no more cock left to give, and my balls found a new holster for them to rest in.

“Break her, Master! Fuck her throat. Drown her so you can do me next. HA-UM!!!” That hungry bitch just went back to biting on her friend’s sensitive bits as hard as she could. Ponies have mostly flat teeth, so those bits were all being crushed flat and ground back and forth as the teeth flexed side to side. This is why I wanted to use that ring gag; how do you get that shot in her face otherwise? And since it’s there already, it’ll just make for a perfect stopper so I can’t pull out too far by accident.

But at this point, pulling out wasn’t at all the issue. I was shoving in, rutting that face and throat as hard as I could, as deep as my own body would let me. “OH! Master! I can see your cock in her throat! Am I going to look like that too? PLEASE make me look like that? I’ll set up a mirror so I can watch too! AUHMM!!!!” And she was back to torturing those teats again.

That mental break was just what I needed. Feeling my cockhead half flared I pulled back against the deep lung suction, not being further than the back of her throat since my ring was trapped in the metal one. “Good night, slag. Time to rut your throat until I’m done and you’re barely alive anymore.”

And that’s just what I started to do. I dropped my head, leaned forward and bit on my bitch’s ear, tasting her blood, while I pounded her friend’s face and throat for my own personal fun.

“Rape her. Fill her. Break her. Break me. Drown us. Please, Master! PLEASE!”

My eyes closed so I could listen, so I could feel - what she was saying to me, to what’s left of her friend, what she wants done, it was making my cock swell almost as much as feeling the convulsions in Rarity’s throat. Because of that shot it wasn’t a gag reflex, it was her body trying to get something, anything, into her burning lungs, while trying to cough out the splatters of drool and pre-cum that were making into her esophagus.

Those evil aquamarine eyes smiled at me again as the bitch’s femcum soaked smile came up. Her voice was loud enough that I knew she was talking to what was left of her friend’s mind, but the thought was just for me. “Next time, I could put a breathing tube down her nose so she can be rutted for hours without her dying on you, Master.”

There was no warning in me to give - I just bottomed out, pushing as hard as I could with my legs, and came down her throat with everything I had, bellowing out my throat against the bitch’s head as her voice panted in my ears with every pump. “Drown her. Break her. Do her. Break Me. Take her. PULL BACK NOW!”

I nearly growled at her, curling my lip up to snarl, and did just that - I pulled my cock back, getting it trapped inside the ring, the flared head scraping all along her throat until it was wedged in place, firing the last dollops of cum directly at the back of her throat, getting inhaled into her lungs, then coughed out all across my cock, her lips, out her nose, and against my balls. She was going to taste and smell my scent for a very long time.

“Master? Are you going to empty the rest in her? You have to wash all that yummy cum into her belly somehow.” Flutterbitch’s ear was mangled, crunched, bleeding from a fang-sized hole punched through it, but her eyes were smiling, her voice needy. She wanted me to go on, to utterly deface the most prim, proper, and pristine saviour of Equestria.

Rarity’s body was barely moving, hardly flinching, but she was breathing at least. Fluttercunt leaned down and bit hard again, making our rape-toy shake and start coughing. She was so good to me, making sure I knew we hadn’t killed her previously pretty friend.

“I like the idea, but I don’t want to piss my bed again.”

Aw! My poor Fluttercunt looked like I’d just kicked one of her puppies. “OK, Master. But remember I want that next time. Please, Master? I’ll even forget I want it and you can get my animals to rape my ass, too. Wouldn’t you like me screaming so much you have to do all this to my throat too?”

I smiled proudly, leaned down, and kissed her lips hard, pulling her in with a wing so she’d feel owned and protected. “Maybe soon, hun.” I half-turned my head to look under my barrel. “Want to see what rape-meat looks like when it’s been broken?”

I knew the answer, so I didn't wait for it. I staggered backwards, pulling my cock free of the metal ring until I could drag the crown across her nose, smearing snot, cum, and drool up her face. My cock dropped and splattered fluids off the end as I took a few steps back.

Rape-Meat was an absolute travesty; cum and spit went everywhere on her face, in her ears, down her mane, across her neck, sealing her eyes closed, and bubbling out her nose. Her makeup was beyond trashed with her lipstick smeared from chin to halfway up her snout.

I bet it would be covering the base of my cock, too.

You would have thought it was time for buffet brunch. Fluttercunt started at the soiled neck, kissing, licking, and biting the way she wasn’t allowed to before. She might be timid in her real life, but with me that all went out the window. She was a depraved, limitless cumsponge, wanting to do anything to make me proud. Since she was so busy cleaning what was left of her friend, I used her mane to wipe my cock clean. “Thank you, pet. Make sure you’re both ready for next time, hmm?”

Fluttercunt just smiled at me, whispering in Rarity’s ear, “You think I’m a bitch now, wait ‘til Master takes you the way he wants to. I want to see your face redder and more swollen than mine. And your ass? It’s going to drip Master’s cum all night after.”

Princess Luna brought herself out of the dream realms, panting in distress, trying to come to grips with what she’d witnessed.

The depravity. The decadence. The sadistic joy she saw.

It made so little sense!

She climbed out of bed, illuminating the room with her magic. Even with the Moon casting its light to the countryside, she still needed a little more to see the parchment she needed. Sitting at her desk, she levitated over a quill and began her missive.

Dear Princess….