Pegasi May be Brutes After All
It was all going so well. Pipp Petals was looking as glamorous as always in her new concert, flitting around the air above the crowd, or at least pretending to. Then, due to some stupid commotion on the floor that she wasn’t even paying attention to, she strings holding her up were suddenly went topsy-turvy and she was slung around uncontrollably, ending with her hanging upside down by them in the very center of the auditorium.
“She’s a fake!” some idiot with stupid hair called out.
“Fake!” repeated some nerd with giant glasses.
As ponies started snapping photos of her in such a compromising position, Pipp began to suspect that things weren’t going to go so well at this concert, but she had no idea how compromising things could get.
“The royals can’t fly either?” a pega with a stupid voice cried out. Maybe in hindsight, pretending to fly when they actually couldn’t wasn’t a good long-term plan for the royal family, especially in a city where the loyal subjects tended to go all ‘Viva la revolución‘ at the drop of a hat.
“Wait, I can ex-- HRKKK” Pipp tried to explain, but shifting her weight too far sent her spinning around again. One of the cords wrapped its way around her neck, pulling tight and cutting off her air as she hung lower. Her legs flailed about in an attempt to get at the cord, but it was already too snug around her neck.
Though at least she’d fallen to a point that was much nearer to the floor, so someone would surely help her down soon. Right?
Wrong. This simply put her at a height where a pony could leap up and grab hold of her, and that’s just what happened. A blue stallion gave his wings a few flaps to get a bit more height, clinging to her front. This put more pressure on the strings right when she was about to pull free, only to gag as her wind was completely cut off.
“What a fraud!” the stallion yelled. “I bet you’re not really a virgin idol either!”
“Check if she is!” a yellow stallion from the floor suggested helpfully. “With your COCK! I’ll check her other hole!”
Before she could consider what rampant perverts her fans were, the yellow one had leaped to her back and wrapped his front legs around her neck. The blue stallion did the same, only adding more pressure to the already impossible grip around her neck as it dug painfully into her flesh. Not only that, but she couldn’t get her front legs to her neck anymore, making it all the more impossible to pull free.
Because she had proper pop idol priorities though, she was more worried about her virgin holes than dying in front of everyone. She waggled her rump about, looking more like she was trying to make a new dance than escaping. The stallions on either side of her were already rock hard, as most male fans at her concerts were, and she could feel them jabbing about for their targets.
“Stop being a drama queen!” complained the yellow one at her uncalled for bitchiness. “We’re gonna get inside you eventually, and I want to feel that tailhole when you’re still nice and warm!”
“Yeah!” agreed the blue one. “Stop trying to deny me feeling your deathgasm around my dick, you fake. Hey, someone get the moment I get inside her on camera!”
“I got it!” called a young green foal on the floor directly beneath her, pointing his cam directly up at her bottom side.
The official camera man joined him, and soon the angle was being aired live to all of zephyr heights. After all, a member of the royal family being murder-raped in public wasn’t a common event. Just think of the ratings!
Pipp wasn’t above that line of thinking either. After all, if she was going to die, she wanted to get one last post out. She quickly pulled her cell phone from under a wing to snatch a selfie of her pink face as it turned increasingly blue. Luckily, she got it posted before dropping her phone to the floor. She’d have breathed a sigh of relief if she could actually breathe.
Unfortunately, that distracted her from defending her purity, and she suddenly felt the throbbing warm tip of the blue one’s member pressing against her nether lips. She was always drenched when she performed, so her thick fluid rolled warmly down the shaft as soon as he touched her. Clinging around her harder, he thrust his hips violently, penetrating with such force that her cunt sap splattered down on the cameras getting a good angle beneath her.
There was no time to adjust as he continued to ram deep, ripping through her precious hymen as pink mixed with the soupy pussy juice. It felt less like a dick and more like a manticore had rammed its stinger up her cooch, but he neither gave her time to adjust or slowed down. She spasmed around the intrusion whether she wanted or not, and watched as the blue stallion’s eyes rolled back in his head as the most desired puss in the city clung to every inch.
Her tailholew as at least harder to get into. The yellow pony resorted to grinding his own shaft against her freshly-defiled femparts, getting it nice and slick before going for another jab. He forced it in finally, the tighter drier hole feeling even more like a stinger as he invaded it. Soon both her royal holes were being desecrated, her body swinging slowly back and forth as she suffocated.
“I can’t believe this!” praised the blue one. “I’m actually FUCKing Pipp Petals! On live television! As she dies!”
“This is the greatest honor a fan can have!” said the yellow one. “But she’s still a fake, of course, so I was totally never that interested.”
Pipp’s lungs were starting to burn at the lack of oxygen now, her thrashing growing slowly weaker. She started crying, but the first tears were licked from her stiffening face by her rapists. She divulged into sobbing, hoping that it might get her some pity, even if it sounded more like grunting without air to make the noise. That only resulted in someone throwing a microphone up to the blue one so he could stuff it in her muzzle, making sure everyone in the auditorium, and everyone in the city due to the broadcast, could hear her delicious sobbing as she was snuffed out.
That clearly wasn’t enough humiliation for the high crime of embellishing a performance with special effects, but fortunately she then lost control of her bladder. The steady drool of fluid was joined by a thick yellow stream pouring across her violated foal hole, and splattering down on the ponies beneath. The green colt opened his muzzle to catch some of it, gargling her dying piss happily as he continued to film. It was well worth the annoyance of constantly having to wipe off the camera lens to see the dirty whore humbled so.
Her struggles had died down to mere twitching, and finally she gave in completely, just allowing herself to go limp. The torment continued as she simply waited to fade into oblivion, the stallions intentionally bouncing to jerk the string with each thrust. They pushed in together, balls smacking in the middle as her visibly-convulsing vulva and tightly-stretched anus were repeatedly stuffed, sending new waves of pleasure to them as her body began to grow numb for her.
“Hey, we can still fuck her after she’s dead right?” asked a stallion from the floor with concern.
“Ain’t gonna stop me!” assured a mare.
“Yeah, I paid for a two hour show and I’m getting one!” added another cultured individual. “Why even stop there?”
The last thing she felt within her was the tensing of the duel seizures through each ramrod as they approached their orgasm. Her own body reacted despite her torment, convulsing violently around them. As her worthless life finally ended, her whole body shook in an intense deathgasm, causing them to groan happily.
The stallions came so hard that her gut swelled, looking like she was pregnant. After a minute of pumping her, both males passed out from the dehydration of their massive orgasms and fell away from her. It wasn’t over though, as two more stallions leaped up to grasp onto her now-dead body. It was easier to get inside her now that she wasn’t struggling, and they immediately dove into the sloppy seconds in her still-warm corpse.
A helpful mare picked up the phone she’d dropped, wanting to snap a pic of her corpse being violated to make one more post to her feed. She got an even better image than she thought, as the instant she snapped it, Pipp’s neck gave way. Her head popped off in a brief fountain of blood as her body fell to the floor. The stallion in her pussy landed on his back, but both he and the one now atop her continued plowing her hard.
It was very convenient for the crowd, especially since more pegasus were arriving to get a turn after seeing this live on television. Now she had more holes that were readily accessible. The green colt went for the neck before anyone else could, ramming his tiny 8-year-old cock into her esophagus directly, standing on the head of the stallion beneath her as he plowed the neck hole.
“I’m losing my virginity to Pipp Petals!” he proclaimed proudly. This would definitely be a great story to one day tell his own foals and grandfoals.
Meanwhile, a mare grabbed her head, which had a length of spine sticking out from the bottom. Laying back, she pushed the vertebrae into her own slit, moaning and twitching her hind legs as she pushed it inside. Already drenched at the sights and sounds around her, she was soon plowing herself with no inhibitions.
She was soon joined by another stallion, who rammed the muzzle of the severed head. He pushed down the throat as he enjoyed the last strained and terrified face now frozen on Pipp’s stupid face forever. His huge boner pushed right through her, pressing into the mare’s puss at the same time along with the spine.
“Fuck yes!” the mare said to the complete stranger. “Impregnate me through a dead pop slut’s head!”
It didn’t stop after the two hour show, or even at the end of the night. Her corpse was still in use as it cooled into rigor mortis, through the next morning and day. Capitalizing on the event, the venue canceled all shows for the day, instead selling tickets to get in line for one of Pipp’s holes. By the time everyone that wanted her was done, some were up for seconds, and it just kept going for days.
