Author's Note
This is the darkest and most depraved thing I've ever written, written for some wonderful degenerates. You'd better be into that kinda thing before you start reading.
Organic Chemistry
Canterlot had a certain unique beauty at night. It was something baked into the stone, something that couldn’t be described and yet was instantly recognized by any who called it home. It wasn’t like the quiet, dark warmth of the many villages that dotted the countryside, nor the energetic, nocturnal streets of downtown Manehattan. It wasn’t the shimmering rainbow river that swam across the night sky during certain months in the Crystal Empire or the crisp sense of freedom that a native Cloudsdaler felt as she soared between the dark shadows of the cloud city’s architecture, her wings trailing a fine, wispy fog.
There was a sense of old magic to it. The street lamps were lit with arcane fires that shifted in hue from green to blue to purple in different neighborhoods at different times, their light flowing over the cobbles with the softness of a quiet river before pausing to play in the stained glass windows so common throughout the city. Every building was decorated with winding, circular patterns of silver or gold, and small gemstones swayed from ancient tree limbs or glittered from their places set into fine stone benches. Ponies had built their lives in this city for a long, long time, and just about every rock or tree had been enchanted by at least one artist over the years.
It wouldn’t be the first time that somepony had told Chromatic Melody that he was being pointlessly poetic, but he couldn’t help it. He spent so many hours wandering the streets, and he often found himself entranced by their glowing quiet. The city was full of unicorns, and just about every home had at least one caster capable of a silence spell. With curtains drawn and doors shut, there was no telling what might be going on behind any given window. Did other ponies harbor the same secrets he did?
The corner of his lip quirked up into a bemused smile. No, they almost definitely did not.
He pushed off the railing of the upstairs balcony, turning back for the glass door inside. It opened with a soft click, and there was a quiet popping in his ears as he crossed the threshold of the home’s muting spell.
The delicious, muffled sobbing of a mare drifted through the air.
He drew the curtains shut behind him, warding off the curious eyes of any fliers that might drift past even at so late an hour. This wasn’t his home, and yet it was familiar to him nonetheless; he’d been here several times to give music lessons to the young filly that lived here. Her mother was a whore, often tending to customers in her upstairs bedroom even as Chroma and her daughter worked through the scales on the simple keyboard he brought to teach his poorer students, and he had paid to have her for the night after the evening’s lesson.
She probably hadn’t expected him to lace her water with a fast-acting sleeping potion.
Now the whore—Bright Shadow was her name—was tied to her own bed, spread-eagled on her belly and her muzzle stuffed with a pair of lacy pink panties that made a stark contrast against her dusky grey coat. She kept her neatly trimmed mane—striped in blues and greens—in a pair of pigtails, which Chroma found somewhat ironic. A whore wearing pigtails? Did she think it made her look younger?
Not that it mattered. He hadn’t blindfolded her, as he wanted to see the fear in her green eyes as he walked up to the bed. She whimpered, looking away, and he grabbed her muzzle roughly in one hoof, forcing her to face him.
“I didn’t keep you waiting too long, I hope,” he said. Black mascara tears were stained into her cheeks, his cock already beginning to harden at the sight. “I was waiting for my partner to join us, but I expect she’ll be arriving late. Why don’t we get started now, hrm?”
He pulled the gag out of her mouth so she could answer. The whore sucked in a deep breath. “Angel!” she wailed, causing Chroma to frown in irritation. “Go get help, sweetie! Agh!”
She cried out as Chroma delivered a harsh slap across her face, silencing her. “Stupid slut! You’re going to send that little filly out into the street alone, at this time?”
Bright didn’t answer, just sobbing into the bedsheets. A muffled filly’s voice called from the ground floor. “Mommy?”
Chroma grabbed the whore’s muzzle, making her yelp. “Tell her everything is fine and send her to bed. It’s too late for little fillies to be up, and if she sees us then I shall have no choice but to drag her in here and tie her up at your side.” He paused, glaring into her eyes. “And I will enjoy using her.”
“No, please!” Bright’s eyes began to water. “I’ll do it, anything you say! Just don’t hurt my baby!”
“Mommy?” The voice came again, just outside the door. “Are you okay?”
Chroma smiled at the sound. Angel Blossom was such a sweet little filly, and one of his favorite students. She always paid attention during her music lessons and never shirked on her practice after he left. And she so loved to share stories of her hard-working mother, detailing every hour of the mare’s daily schedule. She never spoke of any friends her age, however. Chroma had taken it upon himself to fill that void in her life, bringing little treats or toys on his weekly visits.
She would be dead in mere hours. The thought was enough to make his cock slap against his belly in anticipation.
Perhaps Bright Shadow saw some of his intent in his eyes, for she took a deep breath and forced her voice to steady. “Everything’s fine, sweetie! Mommy just dropped her book!”
“Okay,” Angel called back, her hoofsteps already descending the stairs. “I love you, mommy!”
“I l-love you too, baby.”
“How sweet.” Chroma smirked as he turned to the satchel he’d left leaning against the bed, opening it with a wing. A dozen potions, each twinkling a different hue in the soft blue candlelight of the bedroom, waited within. He grabbed one and held it up to his eyes, examining the pale, piss-colored fluid that swished within the spherical flask. It was unlabeled, for it was untested. And whores made for fine test subjects.
“Open up, my dear,” he said, grabbing the whore’s jaw and wrenching it open. She whimpered as he shoved the long, narrow neck of the flask into her muzzle and tilted it up. “Swallow or drown.”
She gagged as the smooth glass tickled at the back of her throat, some of the strange liquid spilling from the corners of her muzzle, but she recovered quickly. Quicker than most of his subjects, in fact, but then it made sense that one of her profession would be more acclimated to having foreign objects jammed down her throat. Her sobs quieted for nearly half a minute as she focused on drinking.
At last the final drop disappeared down her gullet, and Chroma pulled the flask free, slipping it carefully back into his satchel. Bright retched, wheezing in deep breaths of air.
“What—what was that?” she asked between her coughs. “W-why are you d-doing this?”
“That was an experimental flask,” Chroma said, straightening up. She whimpered as his shaft bobbed at her eye level. “As for why? Well, I wouldn’t want to test such a thing on a pony that might be missed.”
Bright’s lips trembled. Fresh tears dripped down her cheeks as she looked away, her voice quiet. “Are—are you going to k-kill me?”
Chroma smiled. “I’m not sure! Thrilling, isn’t it?” He gave her a reassuring pat on the head. “We will discover the results together. But first, I must ensure you drank it all.”
Bright glanced up at him, her confusion obvious, the emotion giving way to disgust as he reared up onto the bed. She flinched as his cock slapped against her face.
“You will open and suck. And don’t try anything, or sweet Angel Blossom shall be the one to pay for it.”
Bright nodded slowly, inadvertently sending a tingle of pleasure down Chroma’s shaft. He shifted his hips, sliding it down the length of her muzzle and planting the flat head of his cock against her lips.
She didn’t give in immediately, instead just staring straight ahead as a powerful shudder ran through her body. But Chroma had no concerns as to her obedience—mothers always listened when their child was at stake. It was what made them so easy to toy with. And so fun.
Her lips parted, and Chroma pressed himself inside her with a content sigh. He was surprised to feel her tongue working along the bottom of his shaft, caressing the velvety skin. Perhaps she thought he would be more forgiving towards her daughter if she pleased him. How quaint.
He closed his eyes and wrapped a hoof around the whore’s head, his thoughts shifting to the soft warmth of her mouth as he began to thrust. Her crying quieted as she began to bob her head in a frantic, irregular rhythm, taking him up to the medial ring and pressing her plush lips tight to his shaft before pulling back, her tongue swirling up to tease at the ridge of his flare. He grunted, flexing his cock in her muzzle, and glanced down to see her looking up at him with complete submission. It was clear in her watery green eyes—she had surrendered herself to him in body and mind, throwing her very soul into the small hope that she could buy her daughter’s safety with sufficient worship of his stallionhood. He smiled at her, and she even smiled back, though it was clear from the twitching of her lips and the furrow of her brow that she was forcing the expression.
She was a good whore. That much was certain.
Chroma ran a hoof gently through her mane, cupping her cheek. “You’re doing well.” He snorted, jaw clenching as she took him particularly deep, never looking away from his eyes as she swallowed around his flare. “You must love your daughter very much.”
Bright nodded, a small hum of agreement sending pleasant vibrations through his shaft.
“Well, since you’re so well-behaved.” Chroma leaned over her, undoing the knots tying her hooves to the bed. “Lie on your back.”
She obeyed without hesitation, keeping his meat warm in her muzzle as she rolled onto her back and swirling her tongue around him all at once. Chroma couldn’t help but be impressed by the maneuver.
“Don’t stop.” He began to pump with more force, giving her plenty of time between each thrust to slather his cock with her tongue. At the same time he leaned down to nuzzle at her freshly exposed teats, nipping at the hard nipples that crested each of the fleshy mounds. She stiffened as he grabbed them in his teeth and pulled, watching the way they bounced when he let them go, but never stopped dutifully suckling his cock.
He roamed higher, finding her marehood disappointingly dry. She wasn’t enjoying herself? Unfortunate. He dipped in, kissing firmly against her lower lips as he gave a powerful thrust of his hips. The whore gagged as he slipped into her throat, a small whimper escaping her as he forced his tongue past her slit, but kept her instinctive struggles under control. He grinned into her cunt, grinding his groin into her face as her strained breaths tickled at his balls.
He could feel her throat bulging against his belly as he fucked her face, his cock throbbing in time with his pulse, each muffled gag and sudden retch sending a fresh thrill through him. Her marehood swelled as he ate her out, growing flush with her own arousal, and he wondered if she was ashamed to be getting off over her own rape. No doubt she was putting her all into withholding her moans, determined not to give him the satisfaction.
Chroma snorted as a thought came to him. He lifted his head so she could hear him clearly. “Moan for me, whore.”
He could feel her hesitation as he lowered his head once more, dimpling the soft flesh of her glistening slit with his tongue, but she didn’t resist long. He buried his nose into her pussy, wrapping his lips around her clit, and she let out a plaintive moan in response.
More moans came after the first. She moaned when he forced his tongue deep into her tunnel, pressing against her walls. She moaned when he shoved his cock to the furthest depths of her throat, flexing the thick shaft to make her gag in response. Her pussy winked and he grabbed her exposed clit in his teeth, giving it a hard squeeze that he knew would make most mares seize up in pain, and even then she forced out a shaky, sobbing moan, the vibrations of her voice coaxing him towards orgasm.
A knock from below caught his ear. The front door. He didn’t falter in his motions, though he felt the whore tense beneath him.
“Mommy!” Angel Blossom called. “Somepony’s at the door!”
Bright Shadow’s sobs came back in force. She shuddered beneath him, lifting one hoof as if to tap at his flanks, to signal for him to release her—but it never came. Chroma smiled into her cunt as she let the hoof fall to the bed. She knew better, it seemed.
The knock came again, harder.
“Mommy! The door!”
Bright Shadow tried to speak, but with a foot of stallion buried in her face she did little more than make Chroma release a grunt of pleasure. He answered her with three quick, violent thrusts, making her retch beneath him.
Then there was a distant, barely audible click and the complaint of old hinges. The bedroom was almost directly above the front door, which made it easy for Chroma to hear the conversation taking place below.
“Oh, hello there, sweetie!” a mare’s voice said, warm and friendly. “Is your mother home?”
Bright screamed around Chroma’s shaft, suddenly bucking and fighting for all her worth. Chroma had both weight and leverage on her, however, and so he held her firm. He hilted in her mouth, turning her futile call for help into a wet retch as her throat convulsed pleasurably around him.
“Um.” Angel could barely be heard, she was so quiet. “Yes.”
“Oh, that’s good. Maybe you could show me where she is?” The door thudded shut downstairs, and Bright wailed around Chroma’s cock. “I think she’s playing with a friend of mine. Did she do your pigtails this morning? They’re so pretty!”
“Thank you.” It was obvious that Angel was confused, but she remembered her manners. “Mommy’s in her room upstairs.”
“Why don’t we go there together, hrm? Do you want to climb up?”
“Um, I guess.”
The strange mare let out an exaggerated groan. “Oh, goodness, you’re so heavy! Okay, let’s go see mommy!”
Chroma could feel Bright’s teeth scraping tentatively around his shaft as she tried to fight him off once more. If she bit him, he would pull every tooth out of her mouth, slowly and painfully, and then he’d fuck her gums raw. For now, however, it seemed she knew better, and so he didn’t relent. He hummed into her cunt as he pulled out of her throat just long enough for her to breathe before pressing deep once more.
One set of hooves climbed the stairs, accompanied by the strange mare’s gentle voice. “My name’s Sunny Shadow. What’s your name, sweetie?”
“Um, Angel Blossom.”
“Oh, what a pretty name! Is it okay if I just call you Angel? You can call me Sunny.”
“O-okay.”
The hooves came to a stop outside the bedroom door. It wasn’t locked, and Chroma didn’t stop pounding Bright Shadow’s face as it slowly swung open.
A cream-coated unicorn mare stepped into the room, her gentle smile framed in a dirty blonde mane. On her back sat a young pegasus filly with a well-groomed mauve coat, her aquamarine eyes wide as they drank in the sight of her mother being face-raped by her music teacher.
For a moment, nopony said anything. Bright Shadow let out a stuttering wail, and Chroma could feel her hot tears dripping down his balls.
“Hello, Angel. I see you’ve met my companion, Sunny.” Chroma grunted as he jammed his cock down the back of Bright’s throat, relishing the sensation of the warm muscle squeezing around him. “Bright, this is Sunny, the reason that young fillies shouldn’t be roaming the streets at night.”
Sunny frowned as she kicked the door shut behind her. “You got started without me?”
“It’s not my fault you were late,” Chroma shot back. “What was I to do when the sleeping draught wore off? I waited five minutes past.”
“You know I don’t like coming into these things halfway,” Sunny sighed, shaking her head. She looked back to Angel, who was still gaping in silence at her sobbing mother, and gave the filly a little shake. “Are you ready to play with mommy’s friends, Angel? It’ll be the most fun you’ll ever have, I promise!”
“H-huh?” Angel blinked, looking around the room. “Mommy, what’s going on?”
Bright put up another surge of resistance, and this time Chroma let her push him out. The whore coughed, sucking in a deep breath. “Run, baby!” she screamed. “Go stay with your uncle, please!”
Angel’s lip quivered. “Mommy, I’m scared.”
“Say, Chroma?” Sunny spoke conversationally as she walked over to his potion satchel, peeking inside. “You packed the futa potions, right?”
“The proper name is Tincture of Sex Alteration,” Chroma corrected. “And yes, of course. Unlike you, I always come prepared.”
Sunny rolled her eyes, smirking back at Angel. “You hear this guy? It’s like he thinks he’s cute.” She fished the proper bottle out of the satchel—a small, boxy one filled with a deep blue fluid—and popped the cork off with her magic before sprinkling a few drops onto her outstretched tongue.
“Angel, baby, please, listen to mommy!” Bright begged. Chroma continued to eat her out as she spoke, marveling at the way her pussy winked even as she desperately tried to save her daughter.“You have to run! It’s not safe here!”
“But—but what about—” Angel yelped as Sunny dumped her onto the floor. She sniffled, her little body shaking as the tears began to flow freely. “W-what’s going on?”
“Oh, you are just adorable.” Sunny leered down at the filly with a sultry grin. Her eyes screwed up and her body tensed, and the grotesque sound of flesh and bone sliding against each other filled the room as her body began to shift. She groaned as a pair of heavy balls dropped into place between her legs and a fuzzy sheath slid out of her gut, a thick cock already twitching into the open air. She pushed Angel onto her back with one hoof, pinning her against the floor. “Now open those legs for Auntie Sunny.”
“M-mommy!”
“No!” Bright bucked furiously against Chroma’s weight, reaching fruitlessly towards her daughter. “Let her go, you monster!”
As much as the sight of a mother struggling to protect her daughter’s virginity made Chroma’s balls tingle, he already missed the sensation of Bright’s throat swallowing around his girth. He turned to her winking marehood, grabbing her clit between his teeth and wrenching it sharply to one side. Bright shrieked, her body going delightfully rigid beneath him, and a jet of terrified piss sprayed from her cunt, splattering across the bed.
“Do I have your attention?” He shifted his hips, slapping her across the face with his cock. “I can ensure my partner doesn’t hurt your little filly permanently, but only if I finish before she does. Understand?”
He didn’t give her time to answer. She was still gaping in shock from the unexpected assault on her clit, so he took the invitation and shoved himself into her throat once more, forcing a powerful, body-shaking gag from her.
She didn’t try to bite him, and in fact after a few seconds she went back to servicing him with her tongue, so he assumed she must have got the message. He let his balls rest over her nose as he humped her face, his flare swelling as he grew closer to orgasm, no longer interested in giving her time to breathe.
He turned his attention to Sunny instead, watching his partner work as he idly licked and chewed at Bright’s twitching pussy. Sunny was already rubbing her new shaft across Angel’s tiny little pussy lips, ignoring the filly’s confused complaints.
“I d-don’t like this! Please stop!” Angel held her forelegs close to her chest, looking away and wrapping herself in her wings. “It feels w-weird!”
“Don’t worry, sweetie, you’ll like it, promise!” Sunny giggled as she pushed the filly’s head against the cold wood floor and spat a wad of saliva onto her sex, rubbing the fluid in with her cockhead. Satisfied, she set her jaw and pushed, muzzle screwing up in consternation as the girthy shaft slid over the filly’s belly instead.
“Please stop!” Angel repeated, shivering under Sunny’s hoof. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, tears seeping down her cheeks. “That’s where I pee!”
“Don’t worry, cutie, adults do this for fun!” Sunny growled as she tried again, pushing the filly’s rump off the floor with the force of her thrust. Still the shaft didn’t fit. “If you weren’t so Celestia-damned tight… Loosen up, sweetie!” She slapped the filly, her frustration breaking through her kind facade. “Don’t you wanna be a big mare?”
“Mommy!” Angel wailed. She still hadn’t put up any fight, trusting in her mother to save her. “Mommy, she’s h-hurting me!”
If Bright Shadow heard her daughter’s pleas, she didn’t show it. The whore’s instinctive struggles were starting to weaken as Chroma’s girth deprived her of breath, her eyes rolling back and her gags turning to wet gurgles as she lost control of her body. Every several seconds she’d tense up and retch around his meat, her throat squeezing all along his length and her tongue dumbly shoving at his balls as her asphyxiating brain struggled to clear the blockage, but the vain attempts at survival did little more than make her rapist groan in pleasure. He continued to eat her out all the while, feeling her quickening pulse through the throbbing of her puffy cunt, mirrored by the rapid pounding of her heart against his belly.
Sunny’s satisfied groan was barely audible under Angel’s shrill, incoherent babbling as the mare finally forced her dick into the filly’s underage flower. Her pussy lips stretched grotesquely wide around the thick shaft, and even though Sunny had only fit the first few inches into her victim, each motion of her hips was still enough to drag Angel back and forth across the floor as her sex strained to contain the oversized shaft within it.
“Ohhh, finally. Good girl, Angel. Good girl!” Sunny bit her lip and grunted, forcing herself in up to her medial ring. “Oh, yes. Cry for me, baby!”
Angel Blossom finally gave in to her panic, her little hooves pounding against Sunny’s and her tiny wings beating pointlessly against the wood. Her wails stuttered and hiccuped with each of Sunny’s thrusts, the mare’s battering ram of a cock no doubt pressing up against the filly’s lungs as she worked it in deeper and deeper.
“Oh, fuck, Chroma, she’s so tight!” Sunny’s tongue lolled out as she grabbed the filly’s hips with one hoof, pulling her back each time she fucked her across the floor. “And I’ve only just started!”
“Don’t get too excited, now,” Chroma warned. Bright Shadow had now gone almost completely limp under him, a few scattered spasms the only sign of life. “I promised her mother she’d be safe if I cum before you.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’s gonna happen tonight.” Sunny laughed, moving a hoof to cover Angel’s mouth so they could hear each other better. “Look, yours is barely struggling. You’d might as well be raping a wet sock.”
“Oh, you’re right.” Chroma groaned and pulled his hips back, Bright’s throat rippling around his shaft with a long, wet slurp. “I gave her a test potion earlier, and it’d contaminate the results if she died before the main phase.”
He stepped off the bed, frowning down at the unconscious whore. He could see nothing but the whites of her bloodshot eyes and her mouth hung open limply, a creamy trail of mixed drool, snot, and pre dripping down to join the tears that matted her cheeks. The mess had soaked into her mane, wetting her pigtails and sticking loose hairs together in knotted clumps.
“She’s dead, isn’t she?” Sunny laughed, the spiteful sound cutting off with a moan as she finally shoved her medial ring past Angel’s bleeding pussy lips, drawing a muffled shriek from the panicked filly. “Called it!”
Bright twitched, a wad of spit bubbling from the back of her throat.
“No, I don’t think she’s dead yet.” Chroma delivered a sharp slap across the whore’s face, his frown deepening when she didn’t respond. “And some gratitude would be nice. I go out of my way to entertain you, you know.”
“And you do it in the most condescending way possible, so you can’t complain that I laugh at you when you mess up.” Sunny grinned down at Angel, who had gone eerily silent, her wide eyes staring at nothing. “But don’t worry, sweetie, Auntie Sunny never kills her friends on accident, because she never tries to keep them alive.” She moaned, eyelids fluttering at a wet crunch from the filly’s gut. “F-fuck, I think I’m through her womb.”
Angel sniffled. She groaned, her voice quiet and small. “Mommy?”
Chroma sighed. The whore was definitely still alive; he could feel her pulse, even if she wasn’t breathing. But he was no doctor, and even if he was, he wasn’t going to waste any healing draughts on a test subject. He’d just have to hope.
In the meantime, his cock was still hard and twitching with arousal, fresh dabs of pre welling from the tip. He’d edged himself somewhat in her throat, but now that it’d stopped struggling it’d somewhat lost its appeal. He grabbed the limp whore by the shoulders and adjusted her, pulling her hind legs off the bed before flipping her onto her belly.
“Hey, by the way,” Sunny said conversationally, never taking her wide eyes off the filly speared on her cock. “Did I tell you I met a mare?”
“You meet many mares, I’m sure.” Chroma mounted Bright Shadow, pulling her tail up in his teeth and prodding his tip against her pussy. It winked invitingly, acknowledging its purpose despite its unconscious owner’s wishes.
“No, I mean like, I met a mare, Chroma.” Sunny snorted. “Most gullible mare in Equestria, too. I lured her in with a song, but I think she thinks we’re genuinely friends. Kinda cute.”
“Really?” Chroma sighed as he slipped into Bright’s cunt. Without her conscious mind to resist, it was easy for him to hilt on the first thrust. Her marehood twitched and milked around him, giving proof that she was still clinging to life. “Did you invite her home?”
“Yeah. Almost killed her right then, but I held off.” Angel Blossom spasmed as Sunny thrusted once more, her cock visibly outlined in the filly’s chest. “Aw, fuck, I can feel her little heart racing!”
“That’s surprising for you.” Chroma’s hips smacked against Bright’s ass with wet slaps, his voice strained as the whore’s pussy tugged him towards orgasm. Her clit winked out, planting a warm kiss against his balls.
“Wait, how is that surprising? My dick’s as long as she is.”
“I’m talking about the mare you met, you stupid bimbo.” Chroma rolled his eyes. “What are you telling me for, anyway?”
“Why are you always so mean to me?” Sunny pouted as she delivered a particularly rough thrust, the filly’s body responding with a loud, grotesque squelch as the base of her neck bulged out. “And aren’t you always complaining I never contribute? I thought I’d bring her to our next get-together. You know, like a date.”
“A date?” Chroma arched a brow as he paused his thrusting to grind against Bright’s pussy. It clenched tight around him, a spurt of marecum splashing against his balls as her hind legs twitched, and still she didn’t draw breath. “You want to bring this mare on a date to one of our appointments?”
“What, you don’t want her?” Sunny countered. Angel groaned, her pretty aquamarine eyes rolling back as a creamy froth began to drip from her mouth. “I go through all this trouble to find us a nice toy and you’re all questions!”
Chroma shrugged. Truthfully, he just enjoyed giving Sunny a hard time. “Well, I suppose there’s no reason for me to—”
Bright Shadow’s head shot up off the bed as she sucked in a deep, gasping breath. An instant later she let out a shrill, full-bodied shriek, thick blood dripping from her lips as her pussy sucked Chroma in, flexing and swallowing so hard he couldn’t pull out if he wanted to.
Chroma groaned, his legs going weak from the sudden, unexpected pleasure. He leaned over her, his cocktip flaring as it was sucked up against the entrance to the whore’s womb.
The faint scent of cooking meat reached his nose, followed by a strange sizzling sound. Through the fog of his bliss he looked around and saw thin trails of smoke curling out of Bright’s ears and nose and mouth, with more leaking past her bulging eyes. Her pussy grew suddenly hot, and for a brief moment Chroma was concerned that she’d burn his dick to ashes while he was trapped within her, but thankfully the heat remained bearable. He found his cock enveloped in a wet, volcanic embrace as Bright’s cunt spasmed, a fresh wave of hot marecum splattering against him with each pulse of the whore’s heart. The fluid soaked his legs and wrapped around his balls, the contrast of the sudden heat with the cool air of the room sending a shiver up his spine as she pulled him past the precipice of orgasm.
He let out a shuddering groan as he clutched tightly to the screaming mare beneath him, her body hot against his chest. The smoke grew thicker and her screams grew hoarser, and Chroma’s mouth gaped in silent ecstasy as he pumped his cum deep into the whore’s womb. Her pussy suckled and milked at his shaft all the while, only intensifying its assault, seemingly desperate to use his seed to quench the fire burning within. Chroma could do little more than shudder and groan as he emptied his balls into the dying mare, his cum dripping past the tight seal of her pussy lips as her womb swelled with his load. At the edge of his perception he was vaguely aware of a final, gurgling shriek from Angel Blossom, the terrified plea cutting off with a wet crunch and a giggling moan from Sunny, but he lacked the focus to turn and watch. For a precious few seconds his world was reduced to the death grip of the cunt swallowing his thick cum and the rapture rocking his mind.
These were the moments he lived for.
When he came to, there was no doubt that Bright Shadow was dead. Her lips were charred, her eyes had popped, and thin tendrils of smoke still crawled from her ears, but her body was already returning to its normal temperature. Small twitches tugged at her hooves as her marehood gave one last, powerful squeeze, sucking a final dribble of seed from her rapist’s cock, and then she went limp. Chroma stumbled back, his shaft sliding from the corpse with a lewd slurp.
“Ah, f-fuck!”
Sunny’s strained groan caught his attention. He turned to see the mare with her eyes shut tight, pumping furiously into Angel’s spasming form. The tip of her cock protruded from the filly’s muzzle, smeared with blood, shooting long ropes of cum across Angel’s wide, unseeing eyes. Chroma could see the swelling of her shaft inside the filly’s body, her chest throbbing with the force of the cum passing through it.
“Phew!” Sunny grinned as her orgasm came to an end. She planted a hoof on the dead filly’s head, holding her firm as she ripped herself free with a series of hard, grunting jerks, each one accompanied by another wet crunch. Finally free, Sunny leaned down to lap at the filly’s bloody cunt with a content hum before biting down, wrenching the body side to side and tearing her clit free amidst a small spray of blood.
Sunny wavered slightly as she stood, turning to Chroma and chewing with a lewd wink. He marched up to her and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her into a bloody kiss.
Their tongues fought for dominance, passing the filly’s dismembered clit between them as they bit at each other’s lips. Chroma pushed hard, forcing his tongue onto hers and shoving the bloody treat into the back of Sunny’s mouth until she swallowed it.
A thin trail of saliva hung between them as he pulled back, and the two of them shared a breathless moment.
“This mare of yours,” Chroma said. “What’s her name?”
Sunny grinned, baring her bloody teeth. “Logical Leap.”
