No Heros

Raiders.

They call us Raiders.

Ponies among other creatures who simply live life the right way in this uncaring world. Sure we kill, rape, torture, enslave, and sell those around us, but we are the only ones living the right way. The rest? They run and hide constantly seeking shelter and or other means of survival.

If there's anything my father told us before brutally beating us into unconsciousness it's that so-called right and wrong don't matter as long as you are the only one on top.

Family can be a funny thing. Before we wandered into the wastelands and become the oh-so-happy and loving ponies we are today we started as nothing.

Even when you're related to an infamous pony who spent decades climbing the social ladder you still can end up being treated as if your existence physically harmed the ones that created you.

A simple flank call turned into the birthing of a set of foals that neither parent wanted, yet they kept us around. You see when word spread about a pony who supposedly created a system of equality only to throw away a pair of foals because of one mistake, well it'll sink your boat.

My father didn't want that, not, at all.

So he kept us around. Using us to further his image as well as tools to beat out his frustration. Our mother was no different either. She was consumed by addiction
and would do anything necessary to chase that high.

Even if it involved her foals.

Thinking back I would wonder who fell off the swing first.

Sure my sister Esper was the first one to become violent, but to be honest with you I wasn't munching better. Ever since I was young I had these urges, thoughts, and feelings that Involved hurting others in so many different ways. Dreams of screaming mares and stallions along with me cutting them up or watching the life leave their eyes while I stand over their still-bleeding corpses laughing as shove my dick down their throats.

There was something wrong with me.

It was only when I was walking alone one day that I gave in to what my mind and soul desperately wanted.

I was walking from the store in the dead of night. Very few ponies were around but they kept to themselves. As I walked the streets humming a little tune of mine I passed by an alleyway. As I did the sound of someone screaming for help caught my ears.

I should have ran.

I should have looked for help.

I should have at least considered that I might die if I go in by myself.

I didn't.

Instead, I followed the sound. Not caring to check if any other pony nearby also heard it. I just went in with a stupid smile on my face.

It was at that moment that I saw them.

A stallion who looked to be around the same age as me, and a mare who looked to fear for her life as he held a knife to her throat. By the way, the stallion looked like he didn't just want to rob her.

No, by the look of his eyes, he wanted so much more.

I laughed.

I just couldn't help myself! Everything about that moment spoke to me. Like an angel whispering in my ear. It was so amazing and so tempting that I couldn't stand it.

So I tackled him.

It was easy. He was so focused on keeping the mare quiet that he didn't notice me approaching him until it was too late.

A hoof slammed into my face.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"

I smiled. My face was bloody as a tooth fell loosely from my mouth.

He reeled his hoof back, only to scream as I push the blade into his chest.

I did it again,

And again,

And again.

Each stab and each scream was like a new high being reached sending waves of energy throughout my entire body, and my mind was melting from the inside out.

Eventually, though he stopped moving.

Witch meant I turned my attention to the mare.

Wide eyes mixed with gratitude and fear stared back at me.

I screamed.

I wanted no needed more. I can't stop it's fun to munch fun!

I laugh as I approach her. She stood still looking up at me with eyes that told me she knew what was gonna happen next.

Pushing her down was easy, stabbing her while forcing myself into her tight cunt was the hard part the bitch wouldn't stand still. Unfortunately, I know just by how loud and constant her screams were, I knew that ponies or some other creature was gonna find us, and yet at that moment, I couldn't care.

By the time we were found, she was already dead. I was too busy savoring the moment of my first kill to do munch If anything let alone try and resist.

I guess in the end there is such a thing as a father's love. Either way, dear old Dad managed to bust me out. I'm pretty sure he paid off whoever was in charge to not connect me in any way to the murder scene. Not that it matters much anyway since everything ended up falling apart later on.

I grin dragging my knife across my flesh. The pain and the blood combined make me pant in ecstasy.

From behind me, Esper smirks slowly running her hoof up and down my shaft. I groan unable to hold back as she picks up the pace.

"fuck I love to feel your dick throb against my hoof."

I groan in response.

Esper sticks her tongue out panting as my dick explodes. In the end, her hoof is covered as she slowly licks it clean while making direct eye contact.

Suddenly there's a knock at the door.

"umm, guys? You might wanna see this!"

Rolling her eyes Esper jumps off the bed before forcing the door open.

However, instead of hearing a string of curses, all I hear is a sharp gasp.

I look up.

Only to see a filly.

With a horn,

And wings.

....well I'll be damned.