Bursting Your Bubble

Her plot sat there in the air, sweetly waiting for penetration. Your many months of preparation had finally paid off. The gentle grey mare stood gazing at the muffin. unaware of what would soon be in store for her.Even from your distance, you could smell her sweet, musky marehood. Now was the time. You lunge forth, springing upon her when she least expects it. With a few deft kicks and punches, you break her legs and wings. She isn't going to be needing those for what you're doing. She begins weeping gently, out of confusion or perhaps realization, as you remove your pants and expose your rock-hard shaft. Before she can protest, you rip open her jaws and shove your dick into her mouth. The feel is even better than you expected. It's as if the ethereal clouds this mare lies on had chosen to rest within the confines of her mouth.You get a steady pattern going, pushing in and out. It appears as if you're bruising her face with the sheer force of your thrusts. No matter, this only encourages you further.

You are enjoying the comfort of her mouth, but it was time for what you have been lusting after for so long. You throw her back to the ground, as she gasps for air after that horrifying ordeal. You hear the sounds of young fillies in the distance. No time to worry about that, you MUST have what you came for. She lies flat on the ground, having given up all hope of escape. You jump on her with a sudden brutishness, thrusting your cock deep inside her. She screams, but no one will acknowledge her. She's just the local mentally handicapped mare. Screaming would be nothing out of the ordinary.

Blood begins to slowly seep from her vagina. Either she was a virgin or you had thrust much harder than you realized. This arouses you further, until you are so completely overcome with lust that she is no longer even a mare to you. She is a object that must be used until you are satisfied. You push your cock in and out, in and out, blood covering your erection. She is extremely tense, her muscles rigid to a point reminiscent of rigor mortis. She no longer weeps. You feel it coming. The combination of her warm skin, soft hair, and blood mingles into an irresistible cocktail of sexual aura. All senses are consumed as you release your seed inside the defenseless mare.

You struggle to stand up, worn out from such a rigorous ordeal. When you make it to your feet, you stare at what lays before you. A broken mare, badly beaten and bruised. A mix of blood and semen issues forth from her used up marehood. It appears as if she's passed out from sheer shock, incapable of comprehending what has just happened to her. The voices you heard before move closer. You must get out while you still can. You flee the scene, no regards to the wellbeing of the formerly cheerful pony you left behind.

Nearly two years later, you return to the scene of the crime. You heard from the local gossip mare that Derpy was found by 3 young fillies and was taken to the hospital a short time later. The doctors were incapable of repairing her bottoms legs or her wings. She had no hope of ever flying, let alone walking, again. A tip from that same source told you that she commonly lurked around Ponyville Town Hall, begging for bits to feed herself. Of course, you had to investigate this matter to see if it were true. As you come upon Town Hall, a little grey filly runs to you. She looks oddly like a certain pegasus you once knew, but you pay it no mind. She asks for bits and you oblige, feeling slightly sorry for this little one. She runs off, to a shape in the distance. Upon closer examination, it's a pegasus in a wheelchair.

"Here you go, Mommy! I got us some money!" The mare in the chair smiles at her daughter, and continues to smile until one of her eyes meets yours. It was years ago, but the memory still lingers.

"Hello,'" you say with a devilish grin. "Have fun living out your remaining days, scraping by to feed your poor daughter. You will no doubt die alone soon, and I will be there, waiting to take you into my arms again." She simply stares until you say, with a wink, "I'll take care of your daughter when you're gone."