No Heros

by Babycord

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Death, Thriller, Original Character, Non-consensual, Violence, Sex, Fallout
Length: 16444

We can't see hope

Can't you see the bliss in violence?

Published 2023-04-27 02:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-06-05 22:22:45 UTC

~Esper~

1,2,3,4,5, etc... This is how many schools I have been kicked out of. It was a mistake of mine I made. I would've never been kicked out of those schools if it wasn't for me letting my victims get away. A very dumb and rookie mistake but that's okay after being kicked out of school so many times for this I was sent to a psychologist.

She really helped me learn. It made me grow two brains. Well of course if growing two brains means me taking her brain from her skull. It was simply a treasure. Just like many of my other treasures, I keep.

I love seeing the look on my victim's faces when they realize they will never be able to see the sun rise or sun set ever again. All they will be able to see is me and many of the other victims I keep.

I will admit I have no remorse for ponies' lives. I mean why should I? They will all die anyways. Many filly's and foals love to believe we will all live forever. I see this as a way of trying to look for comfort in something that is not true. Many ponies are just too scared to face the truth that there is no way of escaping death.

I sometimes like to call me and my brother martyr the grim reapers.

Of course, I do torture bad ponies ones who steal and rape. The ones who I have found trying to rape others well I simply remove their dicks and sew up what's left of course after letting them bleed for a bit.

Most of the time I torture for fun! My favorite is being able to catch a pegasus or a unicorn.

Now of course I have fun with any type of torturing but with pegasi and unicorns, I do something quite special~

My favorite is to tie down a pegasus make sure they are fully conscious and little by little slowly but surely cut their wings open. After they are both open I will take their wing bones as one of my treasures.

Hearing their scream is like music to my ears it only makes me more satisfied.

Unicorns are kind of the same procedure but instead, I cut their horn out of course save it with my treasures. I usually will watch as they bleed out once I've had my fun I slit their throat and watch them choke on their blood.

While I would watch as the pony would choke on her blood I would hear hear moaning and crying from the next room.

Looks like my brother is up to his usual torture.

I would head into his room and peek inside seeing him fuck a mare gets me so turned on. I would watch for a while until he would finish.

I'd walk into his room and see the victims laughing at the sight of them as I would be covered in blood.

"I see you've been working hard brother~" He would look at me and smirk slightly

"Yes, what about you sister?"

"We will have new unicorn horn knives soon I just have to make them sharp enough!"

I would flirt with him for a bit before whispering into his ear

"Make me scream~"

He would smirk and look at me

"Bend. Over."

Fuck I love when he gives me demands! I would do as he told me and bend over as he would mount me. Without warning he would ram into me. Making me moan and scream loudly.

He would thrust rapidly

"F-Fuck brother your dick feels so good~"

"Fuck!"

He would say and go his hardest going deeper making me moan more.

"I'm close!"

He says continuing to thrust

"Fuck please do~ I wanna feel your cum inside me~" I would say pushing my ass against him

"F-Fuck!" He would groan cumming

I would smirk and get up and he would back away taking his dick out as I dripped

"Mmm fuck that was hot~" I would say going to him and kissing him putting my tongue in his mouth after a while I would stop and go to the stairs.

"Let's have some more fun later~" I would say and look at his dick licking my lips a bit and then head back to my room to continue collecting my treasures.

Soulless

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.

Take away

I would look at the filly my eyes wide. "A-An alicorn aren't they g-gods.." I would whisper

The filly would tilt her head confused. "I'm a what now?"

Suddenly my brother would cover my mouth and pull me to the other side of the room forcing his dick in my muzzle making me groan and look at him as he would whisper.

"Don't tell her she's a god, we can make her loyal to us so keep your mouth shut or on my dick got it!"

I would push his dick deeper into my throat as he would groan and I would lick his dick rapidly

"Ugh fuck!"

He would groan before cumming in my throat as I swallowed it all.

He'd take his dick out of my mouth and walk over to the filly looking down at her.

"What's your name?" He would say in a firm voice.

"S-Second chance" She would say stuttering

Second chance a 4-year-old filly with a honey-colored coat, ginger mane, and Sand stone-colored eyes. When I look at her I see a weak foal lost and unsure of what to do.

My brother would look at the filly looking displeased "Where are your parent's second chance"

The filly looked up at him with a great amount of fear. Upon meeting my brother's dead gaze and loose smile she started to shake eyes lowering to the floor.

"They died when I was younger trying to protect me from other ponies..."

My brother would look at her his smile growing, "So you caused your parent's death"

The words he spoke were cruel, and yet the truth was there. The filly was weak both in body and in mind that munch was clear.

She would look down, "I-it wasn't my fault"

"Of course it is! They died trying to protect who?"

"Me..." The filly would respond lowly. Tears were flowing freely from a face now. Feelings of guilt and self loathing coming to the surface for us all to see.

It was beautiful.

"Speak. UP!"

"ME!" The filly would say loudly. Her teeth gritted as her eyes became firmly locked on the floor. I watched as her horn glowed suddenly and for the first time since my parents a wave of fear hit me.

I didn't want to see him die.

However just as suddenly as it happened the glow ceased.

My brother would look at her and smirk. "Exactly they died trying to save you what a pity..." He would say still smirking.

She would look up finally meeting his eyes once again. My brother however merely looked away.

He would then get up and head towards me. "W-WAIT!" the filly would say still crying

My brother would smile larger staying silent and stopping in his tracks. I would tilt my head confused wonder what was gonna happen next.

"I-I don't wanna be alone! please don't leave me alone ill do anything!" She begged almost screaming.

He would laugh lowly and deeply. going back up to her grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him.

"Very well but you work for me and my sister Esper now, understood?"

She would stay silent.

"Understood" He would say firmly

"Yes..." She would say lowy voice shaking.

"Good, And you will be loyal to us understood?

She would not answer

"ANSWER!"

"Y-YES!"

My brother would let go of her face and laugh a bit wiping her tears "Good" he would then whisper in her ear "Betray us and you will become a victim of ours~ I will trust you won't considering you have nobody else after all you where the reason your parents died" He would leave the room as I would follow behind him giggling.

I guess me and my brother had a little more to mold, and the best part is it wouldn't even be considered a challenge to do so. Not when she was alone and desperate for any type of connection.

At the end of the day I couldn't wait to watch the innocence slowly leav her eyes. Only to be replaced by a dead mare who so happened to be able to walk and breath like the rest of us.

A broken soul who will one day die and be forgotten just like us and everything else.

I grin.

Oh how fun it will be.

I'm scared.

Second Chance.

A filly, a growing mare, a pony who was supposedly born to do great things in the world by bringing peace and order when ponies and other creatures need it most.

At least that's what she was told.

Her parents were great ponies, but at the same time, the way they looked at her made her feel strangely out of place. Second couldn't understand why nor why it bothered her so much but regardless it's not like it mattered now.

They were dead.

Dead,

And it's her fault.

The memories of their faces and pained screams still echoed in her mind. The sight of their still-bloody corpses haunts her every time she goes to sleep.

The worse thing?

In their final moments, they look at her as if she could save them from their fate. As if she had more power than her little still-developing body was capable of.

She didn't,

And that is what truly scares her the most.

Having this so-called power and yet still being too weak to do anything except stand and watch as everyone dies around her.

She was supposed to be immortal,

At least that's what Grime Fire and the others tell her. She will remain young as everything else ages and dies around her in a constant cycle of death and recreation,

And she would never be a part of it.

At least that's what they tell her.

Second doesn't know herself and honestly, she doesn't want to know. Simply by existing she was already in a state of despair and confusion.

Why?

Why her? Why was she the lucky one and not her parents or the ones before her? Why couldn't they have borne this so-called gift?

There isn't an answer.

At least not one they could go over as well as it having possible instructions that she could follow.

No, that would be too easy, too simple.

Everything has to be a challenge, especially in her life.

Raiders.

Mother and Father told Second about them. How they were mad and dangerous ponies who could only ever see themselves and not the bigger picture. Beings who follow a supposedly dark path far from her own. Around that time Second couldn't possibly fathom such a group of creatures grouping with the sole purpose to harm, enslave, and sell.

Now she can.

Why? Because she saw it. She saw them harm ponies and other creatures right before her very eyes. She saw the cruelty and uncaring nature they displayed. She watched as they actively beat those who refuse to listen and or torture those they found not to be worth as nearly as much. The joy and thrill they get from committing these acts sicken her. It makes her want to vomit and curl into a ball every single time,

And yet she couldn't leave.

These people these so-called Savages even after killing her parents welcomed her with open hooves, talons, and other limbs. They began treating her with kindness and respect. Telling her how brave and amazing she is and how she would do so many great things for them in the future. How she had such a small body but so much potential.

They cared about her.

They wanted her to improve and become stronger,

And most of all they never looked down upon her with the same look her parents did. No, they just valued her as a little member of their group. A pony who could help change their business for the better.

She hated herself.

Why? Because even after seeing everything they have done and knowing the acts they will commit in the future she couldn't leave them.

No, she was stuck there and they didn't even have to chain on the spot.

"Are you crying again?"

Second, looked up from her hiding spot. Her face was wet from tears and they continued to do so even after Grime Fire a filly pegasus little older than herself looked down upon her. Her appearance is about three different shades of grey.

Second could only nod looking down at the floor. Shame fills her body upon once again being discovered bawling little eyes out.

"Isn't this like the 12th time this month?"

Second flinch as Grime slammed her hoof down in frustration. The older filly was getting very aggravated about this common occurrence. Seeing her friend or anyone close to her cry like this makes the anger that bubbles inside her even more intense.

Grunting she gestures for Second to crawl out from under the table. The younger filly does so after a moment or two of hesitation.

"You can't keep going this to yourself."

Patting her friend on the head Grime then gestured for Second to follow her out the door.

Walking into a place full of screams is something that Second never thought of as something she will have to get used to.

"I d-dont mean to cause trouble."

Grime rolled her eyes.

"Then don't force me to find you."

The younger filly looks down nodding.

after a while, the two entered a room filled with ponies as well as Griffin's and diamond dogs. Some were fucking few watched but most of them were lounging around minding their business

"Back so soon?"

Grime nods before sitting at a table and gesturing for her raid sister to do the same. The humanoid cat at the other end of the table smirks playing cards in hand.

"All or nothing?"

Grime raised a brow gesturing to the goods on the table.

"Would I want anything else?"

The cat laughed already knowing the answer to that question.

"I suppose not."

Second smiles faintly at her cat friend and tried to ignore the looks she was getting from people who wanted to be with her in a different way.

Thankfully most had her back and kept a close eye on her.

Grime and Mr. Cova included.

"you ready big head?"

Second smiles as Grime looks in a challenging manner as Mr. Cova handed her a set of cards.

"im ready."

They're maybe terrible people, but ones she can't separate herself from. Not when they care about her.

That might make her a bad pony and it's something she will be forced to live with.

Until those around her all die.

Visitor

After leaving the room I would go back to my work area. I would make the unicorn horns into sharp knives, no knives compared to the ones I made.

They can be used for many things I often use them for having some fun with my victims. Sometimes victims may always become my lunch or dinner. My brother doesn't quite know about that yet, he might think it's going too far I say it's not far enough~

As I got back to torturing and gutting my victims my brother would come in to check how everything was going.

"Hey, sis I see you've got a lot more treasures on your wall"

I would laugh lightly "Of course"

He would stay in my room for a bit watching me torture my victims as I would lick some blood off my hoof. My brother would stare a bit in shock. I would continue to lick all of the blood off. My brother would watch getting aroused.

"Mmm fuck hot~"

I would blush looking away and getting back to work as there was a knock on the door and my brother would go to get it.

He would open the door and roll his eyes. "Hello big mouth"

Big mouth, a blue-colored stallion who never stops talking and can never keep it in his pants.

Big mouth would smile largely. "Hello, martyr! How are you! How is Esper! Has her treasure collection grown!!" He would go on and on and on...

My brother's eye would twitch a bit. "Ooh~ is your sister here right now can I see her~" My brother would snort a bit.

"Yes, Esper's here and i was just about to have some fun with her until you knocked on the door."

Big mouth would smirk. "Can I watch?~"

"Fine but hush understood"

He would nod and they would head inside.

"ESPER!" My brother would say a bit firm.

I would head upstairs and see big mouth "Oh hey!" He would smirk "Hello~" His dick would already be hard and standing

I would see this and look at you. "Is there a reason you called me up here brother?"

My brother would go to me and pin me to the floor and I would blush majorly. "F-fuck this is hot brother."

"Oh I know" he would say rubbing his dick against my pussy teasing me and making me squirm and moan.

"S-stop teasing me brother!"

He would smirk. "Very well slut~" He would whisper in a deep voice

"Mmm, F-fuck daddy~"

He would force his dick halfway into my tight pussy without warning.

"OH FUCK! T-TO DEEP!!!"

"Take it slut!" He would say forcing all of it into me and making me throb

I Would moan loudly as big mouth would watch and start rubbing his hard dick. "Fuck yea Esper"

I would look at him and look back at Martyr sticking my tongue out and panting" F-fuck brother"

My brother would thrust rapidly groaning.

I would groan loving it "Fuck yea brother your big dick feels so good inside of me!" I would moan loudly

He would smirk hearing this go as fast as he could making my ass red.

"Fuck yea i know you love my big dick slut~"

I would groan "Mhm!!" big mouth would rub his dick faster pointing it at my face

I would blush and lick the tip of his dick a bit. "Ugh fuck" he would say smirking

I would put the tip of his dick in my mouth as Martyr continue to pound my tight pussy. I would open my legs a bit wider as he tried forcing it deeper into me. I would groan getting close.

"F-fuck I-I'm close!!!"

Big mouth would thrust his dick inside of my mouth making me choke on it as I would groan loudly and cum all over martyr's dick.

"Fuck yea slut!" Martyr and big mouth out both thrust rapidly getting close to cumming.

I would push big mouth's dick into my throat making him groan "UGH FUCK!~"

I would close my eyes moaning a bit s my brother continue to pound me, my ass was already red and sore at this point but it feels too good to tell them to stop I want them both to cum.

I would lick big mouth's dick before he would explode in my mouth moaning loudly as I swallowed all of it.

I would pant and Martyr would be close groaning. "Do it Daddy cum in my tight pussy~"

He would look at me groaning before cumming a lot in me.

He would finish taking his dick out leaving me red and dripping.

I would lay on the ground sore and leaking from both their cum my brother would smirk looking at me his dick dripping my cum as he would put his dick in my face.

"Clean it like a good girl"

I would obey quickly and lick his dick clean

After I would clean up the mess and head back downstairs to continue sharpening the horns.

After a long hard day of working for my treasures, I deserve a good fucking from my brother~. After all, I cant resist his big hard dick.

No good.

Good ponies.

Weak-willed fools who will end up dying faster than the rest of us. People will only end up at the bottom of the food chain by choosing not to live for themselves. They fail to see that being a good pony makes you weak and more likely to die in this world. Of course, there might be some benefits. For example, they might gather connections by using the goodness of their heart.

That's all well and good until they decided to waste it on a cause that might never change. There's hope and then there's those who make hope their entire ideology. People who waste everyone's time including their own by hoping for a miracle if the need ever arises. Who might let the bad guy get away or try to change their morals because they believe that it's the right to do.

Useless.

There is no good no evil or religion you have to follow. It's all about survival and pleasure in all the right ways.

That's the truth,

And yet good ponies continue to exist.

I once encountered one trying to buy a slave we held that so happened to be his niece. The transaction went smoothly and yet when he saw the others we held he offered to buy them all.

I asked him why.

He told me that as a follower of Harmony that it was the so-called right thing to do.

I shot his niece

Point blank in the face.

She died on the spot and I made sweet pleasure to her corpse while the stallion was forced to watch. I then had my men tear off her head and used it as my piss bucket for weeks right in front of him.

Every. Single. Time.

Suffice it to say he was no longer a believer nor filled with the urge to help others.

Even to this day, he stays locked away forever rotting alone.

I visit him sometimes. Using the moment to share in my more diverse desires along with him.

He still screams.

The second time was with another stallion who was a sheriff in his little town. After a deal went wrong, I was captured and held for days. Around that time I met a sheriff with a weak heart. I told him a pretend sob story about how I didn't have a choice in joining the gang and that my sister who was incredibly injured and sick was sitting for me. It took a while but eventually, he gave in believing in my lies.

I slowly tore his face off and made him watch as his town burned.

The way his eyes looked as if his wife was torn apart by a pair of griffins was something I can never forget.

It gets me aroused just thinking about it.

Fuck.

In a world like this, you're either strong or weak, and all those so-called good ponies are weak fools who try to make you weak by being near them. Parasites exist with no higher purpose but to die foolishly.

Then there are people like me.

Ponies and other creatures who look out for themselves and only themselves. Ponies who know the truth about morals and just wanna have a little fun as a result. These are normal functioning people who are far superior to anything or anyone else. The only one in this entire Wasteland with common sense.

Then again it's not like I don't deal with them either, but at least they knew better compared to those idiots.

Then again standing in our way is already a dumb decision to begin with.

Fortunately they don't learn witch makes it all the more fun. Especially for Esper who loves adding to her never ending collection of trinkets that I honestly find quit amusing. My favorite part about them is being able to see the glint in her eyes as she goes about adding to her collection.

Such a determined and passionate little mare.

Speaking of the word little.

Second Chance has been fitting in nicely with the rest of the gang. From what I heard she is still struggling with those silly morals of hers. Hopefully by using constant exposure she'll end up getting numb or better yet a hardwired killing machine.

If not?

Well, then we will do it my way.

A way that a certain grey pegasus is all too familiar with.

They say having fun in the expense of others is wrong, well I'm here to tell you with Grime I almost never had so much fucking fun.

I laugh.

As I did the mare under me screamed for her boyfriend to help her. Unfortunately the stallion was too busy bleeding out inside the cage after getting a little too aggressive for my licking.

His mare on the other hoof?

Too easy.

After having my fun I hung her upside down before making sure the stallion was gonna live for just a little bit longer. Walking out of the cel area I had a few of my guys and gals walk up to me.

"What happened? "

"Apparently we have a buyer who's more than interested in spending a large sum on colts and fillies."

I raises a brow.

"How large?"

They whisper it in my ear.

I grin.

"Oh I have a feeling that I'm gonna love this guy."

Feast

As I sharpened the horns one of my victims just wouldn't keep quiet.

"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE!" The stallion would scream

I'd get annoyed and go to him and look at him licking my lips. My hunger for blood grew as I stared at him gripping my knife tightly before dragging it across his stomach.

He would scream in pain as the sharp knife cut into his stomach slowly making him drip blood.

I would watch mesmerized. I'd cut his stomach fully open showing his intestines. "Mmm~" I would smirk as he would scream loudly in even more pain as blood poured out.

I would drink some of it my pupils getting large as if I was addicted to the bitter taste of his blood. I would drink a lot of it as he would slowly start slipping away.

I'd grin and cut his heart out as it fell on the floor and he would slip away his head dangling. I would eat some of his flesh.

Biting into it was so enjoyable to me as every time I did more blood would come out. I would savor the taste eating slowly and chewing all of it addicted to the bitter and sweet taste of it.

Ever since I was younger blood and another pony's flesh and meat satisfied my hunger more than anything else. I remember the first time I drank blood it was mine I got a cut and I watched as the blood poured as my curiosity got the best of me I licked it off me and immediately felt a rush of hunger as I drank more.

As I grew into a mare my hunger for blood grew. Once I caught my first victim I tied the mare up stabbed them to death and drank the blood pouring from the pony's body.

It gave me a rush of pleasure tasting it.

As I was about to leave the mare's body there I would pause taking my knife and cutting off some of her flesh, eating it my pupils had become large as the flavor of her flesh made my mouth water.

So ever since I became obsessed with the flesh and blood of another pony, the taste is so addictive.

I would eat more than half of the stallion leaving the bottom of his body only bone and some flesh.

I'd take the rest of his blood put it into a jar and store it in a closet full of other jars full of other pony's blood and intestines.

I have never told my brother Martyr about my addiction he might end up thinking it's going too far. The way I see it meat is meat and blood is so refreshing.

As I would continue to sharpen the horns second chance would come into my room.

I would look at her and grin as she would look a bit frightened.

"Hello second chance~" I would say staring at her

"M-Martyr said to come to help you"

"Very well" I'd give her a box of unsharpened horns "' Sharpen them now"

She would do as she was told and start sharpening them as she would watch as I would grab a scalpel and go to a tied-up mare, I would get on top of her and draw a line where her mane is as I would cut slowly as she screamed and cried trying to get out of the chains.

I would cut her mane off as it fell on the floor and I would laugh watching her bleed.

I'd then grab some hair spray and a lighter pointing at her face and turn on the lighter and hair spray as it would burn her face making her scream louder I would laugh even more and watch as her flesh melted.

"Hehe! blood! BLOOD!"

I would laugh more and continue to burn her until she stopped moving.

Second chance would see this and look away breathing heavily scared, and she would accidentally cut her hoof as she would cry.

I'd see blood dripping and go to her grabbing her hoof and licking the blood getting a rush of pleasure from the taste, my pupils getting large again. I would shake my head and bandage the wound up.

"Now get back to work"

She would sharpen many horns. She would finally finish.

I would see this. "Now go over there" I point to a wall "Then stay still until I say move."

She would do as I told her and out of nowhere 5 sharp horns would fly and hit the wall getting close to her wings and legs as I laughed.

"Good you didn't move if you did there would be a hole in your head or eye right now" I would laugh more.

I would grin at her and go grab the sharp horn and look at her grabbing her face.

"Fuck up and ill add your horn and wings to my treasure collection"

I would say throwing her in front of many bloody horns and bones of wings. She would cover her eyes frightened at the sight and I would smirk enjoying the fear from her.

"Now leave!"

She would get up quickly leaving my room.

She is slowly getting molded to be loyal to us ill do whatever it takes even if it means I have to scare her into it I can care less if she's a filly.

As much as it would be enjoyable to have her horn and wings on my wall as an alicorn filly special treasure if I kill her my brother will not be happy about me doing that.

He wants to make her loyal to us which she might be helpful maybe she can help me catch a pony for my dinner tonight. She will be like a servant to me.

Then again she doesn't know or remember me and my brother were the ones who killed her parents. I scalped her dad while my brother cut and fucked his mom.

So I believe this will be quite fun to watch as she realizes there is no escape from me and my brother as she has nobody else~

Into work.

Business.

Something that I find to be very beneficial when it comes to dealing with certain people in the wasteland. While it's true that we prefer to take rather than give that doesn't mean we should rob ourselves of a more interesting encounter. Plus the more caps you have the more respect you'll get which goes a long way in showing what you are capable of.

For me, it isn't about income or the possible opportunities that come with it but the power that you wield when you make more in a day than what one pony can't make in 10 years. It comes with a sense of danger to those who view you as a threat or something similar and it makes them a lot more hesitant to take you head-on in the future. At least not without considering the possibility of what they might lose in the process.

So no I don't see caps as a gift but as a tool that strikes fear and wariness to those around you.

It's all about showing the other time that you're in charge and there's almost nothing you can do about it.

Other raiders like us don't last long because they don't properly conduct themselves in a way that makes them look more cunning and dangerous rather than greedy and dangerous psychos. Those poor suckers end up wasting away faster than they can spread their enjoyment all across this bleak and dark world making the rest of us look weak and slow.

Humming to myself I sigh in contentment as Esper slowly and smoothly works on my shaft. There's nothing like a hoof job before and after doing good business.

I groan louder when she nibbles on my ear.

Unfortunately just when I was about to finish the pony that we were supposed to meet appeared in the distance.

I stop her hoof mid-stroke as I eyed the pony that was coming towards us.

He looked to be the business sort ironically considering my words before with a tie to complete the appearance of a pony who looked to have worked in an office for most of his life.

"hello there."

His voice was silky smooth and his appearance was somewhat attractive at least considering my standards. Then again I am a psychotic serial rapist so take that as you wish.

Esper on the other hoof eyed the horn on his head with a look of murderous desire in her eyes. Fortunately, all it took was a stern but amused look for her to back down.

At least for now.

'we got what you want now where is our payment?"

I gesture to the dozen chained-up colts and fillies as I spoke. Their eyes shine with fear, some from the unknown while most already have a good idea of what might be next.

In my defense, he didn't precisely say he wanted all of them clean.

At least not from what I was told.

Then again it's not like lying is off the table if such a problem were to occur.

The stallion for his part nods and gestures toward the sky with his hoof. As soon as he did this a group of a dozen armed pegasi appear landing on the ground.

From the look of their armor and weapons, I can tell that they meant business. Surely they were a private armed security group that might be worth thousands.

The smile on my face grew.

Oh, things are getting a lot more interesting already.

One of the guards approached carrying a massive sack on his shoulders. Upon stopping at a good distance he drops the sack on the ground. The sound it made while landing made an echo that rang around us. Up until this point, I didn't know such a thing was possible.

You truly learn something new every day.

I gesture for Grime Fire to step forward and grab the bag. She does this in a slow calm manner showing that she wasn't one least bit intimidated by the group of her fellow pegasi before her. Specialized or not.

Once the bag was in her hooves she looks inside during a few mental calculations based on the weight and the amount she can see inside. Once done she looks at me and Esper before nodding.

"It's been a pleasure," my sister says in a dry uncaring tone. Despite this, her eyes never once left the stallion's horn. At this point, I noticed her hoof twitched which probably meant she was trying to hold herself back.

"yes indeed, however even with this knowledge I can't help but suggest another way to do business."

I raised a brow.

"im listening."

We've done more stuff than dealing with slaves in the past. However, those were mainly kidnapping and hit pony jobs that we always committed to once the payment was agreed upon. Some even paid us to take out other groups of raiders.

Ah yes, the only rare times in my life where I felt something close to sympathy for others.

Good times.

The Unicorn, a dark golden-colored fellow with peach-colored eyes and a microphone for a cutie mark smiled. In his eyes, I saw nothing but greed and the lust for power.

Ah yes, these are the ponies im all too familiar with.

"You see I was hoping to receive aid from you and your companions regarding a little issue I have in the political field."

"you want a fucker dead?"

The stallion laughed shaking his head at Esper.

"Oh dear not at all, not at all you see all I need you and your little gang to do is simply cause chaos at the right moment."

I hum "How much?"

He smirks.

"How do 41,000 caps sound?"

The only sound you could have heard after was the sound of our jaws hitting the floor.

Filly and Foal

The more my brother and I spend time together, the more I remember the first time we hurt a pony and had some fun.

Before everything fell apart me and my brother lived normally we loved to chase and play together and of course since that's when things were normal me and him had school.

I wasn't too popular in the school I had 1 friend. My brother Martyr had 5 friends.

I mostly didn't talk to other ponies I thought of it as a waste of my time so I never cared to talk to any more ponies than the pony I knew.

So since I didn't have many friends I was often picked on and laughed at no matter what I did.

As I walked the halls of my school a few of the biggest bullies would circle me and I would panic a bit not knowing what to do.

All I could do is not break no matter what they did to me.

After a while of being pushed around and trampled by them I'd look up to see my brother running toward them he would kick one of the bullies with his back legs.

I would watch smiling seeing blood fall out of the bully's mouth as he started crying.

I'd see a unicorn and have an idea as I would tackle her and grab a hold of her horn ripping it out as she screamed loudly in pain and I'd get a rush of excitement as I'd throw the horn as the other bully trying to run away as she would get impaled in her head and drop to the floor as blood leaked from where her eye used to be.

A teacher would run out of the classroom and scream seeing this and look at me and my brother.

"GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"

I would nudge my brother. "We better get going!!!!" Him and I would run the other way after a while we would run into the janitor's closet and close the door lightly and lock it.

I would pant trying to catch my breath as I'd listen to see if I heard any other hooves. After a while, it would all stay silent.

My brother would look at my ass and groan a bit as he got hard.

I would hear him groan and look at him tilting my head. "Are you ok?"

He'd nod closing his legs. I would blush and realize why as I would go to him and bow putting my ass in the air as I looked at his dick.

He would groan more looking at my ass as he would get even harder.

"B-Brother want me to help?" He would blush and nod lightly uncovering his dick

I would nod and rub his dick with my hoof a bit and I would look at it as I would lick my lips a bit groaning.

"fuck its big brother" I would say in a flirty voice.

He would moan and look down at me as i would stick my tongue out and lick the tip of his dick a bit making him moan a bit louder.

"W-what are you doing?!" He would say a bit nervous.

I would stop. "s-sorry I just wanted to taste it..."

He would smirk hearing me say this. "Go ahead~"

I would start licking it again and get turned on. He would smirk and thrust his dick into my mouth making me choke as saliva dripped out of my mouth and I groaned.

"Ughhhh fuckk yess!!" He would say enjoying it.

I would lick his dick and move my tongue around his dick enjoying the taste of it.

"Fuck sis! your such a slut~"

I would suck on it fast my ass still in the air and he would slap it with his hoof making me moan a bit.

He would do it again harder as he would thrust in and out of my snout as I would groan and start getting a bit wet as he did.

Something about his dick made me enjoy it so much is was so big and thick it made me want him more. I wanted him to fuck me.

He'd groan cumming a lot and I would swallow all of it and take it out of my mouth panting.

He would smirk "You love my dick don't you sis"

"Y-yes brother"

After that day me and him did more stuff as we grew up including killing and having some fun together. Will I admit I can't stay out of his pants? Yes, yes I will admit that~

Cant smile.

Settlements.

Places where all the ponies and other creatures seek to discover the meaning of their lives. You see when there's a wall between them and the real world it's easy to pretend that the so-called monsters aren't real.

I smile.

Walking among the busy streets of this place I can't help but look around and see ponies who thought themselves safe and secure. You can see it in the way they walk, talk, and even laugh. These are ponies who were foolishly brought into the false promise of a second chance at a new beginning. Becoming the very foundation that might one day leave an everlasting impact out in the world beyond.

Oh, I fought the urge to gag.

Their little soon-to-be mayor is proof that just because you built something for yourself doesn't mean it can't be molded into something unrecognizable.

While I don't know his plans for the future I don't need to. The look of hunger in his eyes told me all I needed to know.

Soon this place is going to tear itself apart.

Perhaps through greed, civil war, or maybe unforeseen natural Forces. Either way, it will die and those that are left will realize the mistake they made by trying to recreate something that time deemed at an end.

Looking over I see ponies trying to sell products. From the way they looked, it was obvious that they were relatively new to the area. Their eyes alone told me that they had seen and committed their fair share of death and chaos. Tried-looking souls that yawned for a place to rest and live out the rest of their days in silent peace.

Peace.

That word makes me sick.

If peace was truly achievable then I alone including my sister should not be able to exist, and yet we walk among the dead and the dying constantly spinning the wheel of violence until we are no longer to spin said wheel, but by then I already had my fun.

I turn back around making my way back to the others having already a good layout of this place. From what I can tell it was indeed large with a lot of armed ponies whose job was to keep the peace. Fortunately for us, I saw a few good areas that we could use to achieve our objective. The only thing now is to prepare and strike when the town was vulnerable which should be soon since he had deputies on his payroll.

Ah, ain't nothing better but an easy job with a whole lot of bodies and opportunities for harvesting future slaves.

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Second Chance was nervous.

From what she was told by the others her first serious job was today and she had to make sure she did it right.

"It's easy just point and shoot em"

Despite her friend's words, Second couldn't help but feel as if the world itself was closing in on her.

So many feelings, thoughts, and emotions made it difficult for her to even let out a coherent thought.

Kill.

She was going to kill ponies.

She was going to load the gun, point it at their heads and pull the trigger.

When realization dawned on her the young filly threw up.

Twice.

Now several hours later she stands beside her filly friend. A look of paralyzing fear on her face.

Killer.

She was about to be a killer,

And the worse part?

She has to do it with a smile on her face.

Why she doesn't know, but Martyr approached her and told her that if she doesn't consequences will happen.

What those are she rather not know.

Especially since she saw the look on Grime's face.

A look of a pony who had first-hoof experience.

Even with this said knowledge she refused to say a word leaving Second to simply nod her head numbly.

Fast forward to the present day and she now has a weapon of death and destruction strapped across her back.

Killer.

She has to be a killer.

The thought continued to echo inside her skull. She couldn't shake it. Not when she looks around herself and sees the others looking at her with excited smiles and encouraging gestures.

She should run.

She has to run.

She has to turn away and never look back.

She should.

She should,

But she doesn't.

Instead, she wipes away her tears and looks up at each one. Giving each one of them a smile in return full of fake kindness and appreciation.

She has to.

She has to.

Why?

The answer was simple.

She was afraid.

Afraid to lose everything,

And that fear birthed a new kind of desperation. One that has the potential to drown the user.

Past

After long days of collecting my treasures and having nightmares only to wake up and realize instead of them being nightmares, they were simply just flashbacks.

I would wake up early and see my brother still asleep and I'd decide to start collecting my treasures earlier than normal I would head down to my workplace and start sharpening some more of the dull horns as I would hum lightly and get back to collecting the wing bones of the pegasi.

I would hear the door open and ignore it thinking it was just my brother only to hear second-chances voice as she would touch my stuff and I would go to her and snort and she would flinch.

I would glare at her

"Why are you awake?!"

She would be submissive and look down. "I...I can't sleep"

"It's 2:29 in the morning how are you not tired!"

Her ears would pin "Can you read me a story so I can sleep"

I grin "Sure come on young filly"

She would smile and follow me back to her room excitedly.

"Once upon a time, there was a filly who had a mother and father the father a unicorn, and the mother a pegasi. One night as they went out for a late night walk as the sun set and the moon came up suddenly 2 ponies jumped out holding a knife and some rope"

Second chances eye would twitch and she would go under her covers a bit.

"The filly's name was second chance sadly the parent's names weren't that as the filly decided to panic and run off the parents followed her trying to get away from the killers as the poor little filly would hide only for her parents to get stuck in an alley as the filly heard and saw her father get scalped and burned and her mother get tied up, fucked, then last hung upside down and her head get smashed into a brick wall, it seems the little filly second chance couldn't help or give her parents a second chance~"

I grin as second chances tear would fall down her face and she would shake.

I would turn off the light "Sweet dreams" I laugh before closing the door to her room only for her to open the door as she looked aggravated tears running down her face.

"What did your parents do to you to make you so heartless! I heard you talking in your sleep a few minutes ago laughing and then whispering to somebody that everything would be ok what happened!?"

I would go silent and stop in my tracks as I thought about everything.

All I can remember is the first time I finally snapped and suddenly didn't care about another pony nor care to show remorse for another pony.

As I and my brother grew up I snapped first I remember staying at my uncle's house he was weird with me and my brother I had never felt so uncomfortable with another pony .

He would often make dirty comments and give me and my brother uncomfortable looks of course me and him being a filly and foal we didn't think too much about it well...

I did

He always made me feel uncomfortable I didn't know what fucking had meant yet but I felt that the things he was saying were not normal to be saying to a foal or filly.

If me and my brother were bad and did not listen to what my uncle told us to do we would often get injured I mostly and always took the blame for my brother I hated seeing him hurt it only made my blood boil.

One day my brother stayed home because he was sick once I got home I walked into see my uncle had poured boiling water on him just because my brother refused to let him do weird things to him I would panic and freeze

My vision went red

As I would blink opening my eyes I stood over my uncle's body as my brother sat in the corner crying his skin still hurting.

I would grin looking at the body and it would send a shiver down my spine a rush of pleasure from seeing this

It was chaos I made.

I would look at second-chance and pin her to the wall and I would snort and grin at her.

"My past is none of your business and continue to ask and question me ill make sure I have your horn and your wings displayed on my wall understood?"

She would tear up and nod as I would glare at her

"Good!"

I would pull her mane and kick her downstairs giving her more horns.

"Sharpen them now and hurry it up!"

She would nod and get to work as the sun would finally come up and I would already have got

5 treasures from Pegasi

10 from unicorns

I believe this will be quiet a productive day.

Goals

Willow Song was a good pony.

She started born into slavery before rising her way to the top and thus earned her freedom.

However, she couldn't leave the rest behind.

She just couldn't.

So she worked and worked for years until she earned enough to free the ones that meant the world to her.

Years after that she made sure that the ones responsible will never be able to see the light of day.

However even with her past being a dark one including her mistakes Willow decided to move forward and change her life for the better.

How?

By keeping as many ponies as safe as she can.

Hence why the best option was to run for mayor in a town filled with hope.

However, winning was far harder than she thought.

Especially against her opponent.

A pony who only cared about pushing an agenda of fear and control. He wanted the population to fear the unknown and the horrors that come with it. Sure most already know, but that's the thing would you let your future generation possibly face the dangers that you barely survived?

The answer was obvious.

So then what's the solution?

Rules, Rules that make the stallion named Strict Swift in charge of anything and everything. Creating a future where he is at the top leaving the rest to bow at his feet.

Song isn't gonna let that happen.

Not now, not ever.

The only thing standing in her way to ensure this is the support he gained throughout the town with fear-mongering along with the possibility of losing everything they desperately worked hard for.

It was sickening.

Unfortunately, their society had rules, and in short, there was little she can do to stop him nor can she stop the others from spreading his message.

She was stuck,

And that irritated her.

Long ago her mother told her that hope and unity were the only combative weapon that can change their world into something great. Something that might one day bring back the two sisters who left them to fend for themselves. That there will come a day when a single act of kindness will restore order and peace. That Willow Song herself had to go and prove that unity and love are all ponies and others will ever need.

Those words and emotions continued to drive and give her strength to this very day.

She had the power to make a change.

They all did.

Struck and others like him were the ones standing in the way. Motivated by greed and self-delusion. Attributes weren't needed if they wanted to make a bright future for hundreds and possibly thousands of years to come.

The possibility was there and Willow didn't plan on wasting it. Not when a single day passes will be the result of pain and death for every single living creature that had been born into this world.

However, time wasn't on her side and she needed to act before it was too late.

What was the plan?

The following steps towards her next goal?

The answer was simple.

She was going to show them.

It took time, hard work, and a lot of past connections but she managed to grab books that had details of the past and just how well kindness and love worked to create a near-perfect system.

The books themselves were few but with some effort, Willow can make copies for the general public to see for themselves. With this, there won't be any doubts about whose part they should follow.

In the end, a bright possibility will be achieved and peace will be the victor in a world ravaged by violence.

All she has to do now is hope that the process of copying the books into fresh paper will be finished before the election.

If not?

Then Strict will win and will continue to cover the world in darkness. If such a possibility occurs then Willow Song will be forced to raise against him in the streets transforming this town into a bloody war zone filled with pain and destruction.

Kindness must win.

It will too.

It will,

And Willow will do whatever it takes to achieve that.

Hurt.

Trust.

I trusted her.

My sister.

The only one I thought I could count on in this mad world.

I laugh slamming my head against the wall.

It cracked, blood dripping down my snouty as I grin before slamming my head one last time.

My vision blurs making me laugh even more. I don't care how much it hurt all I can think about is her. My younger sister my other half whom I thought I could trust.

I should kill her.

I shake my head slamming my hoof against the wall watching as it goes right through and out the other side.

Hate.

I hate her.

I hate her so fucking munch.

I look around. My eyes scanning our little hide out. Items and torture tools were laid out all over the room. The smell of dried blood, sweat, and sex filled the room making me scream.

Hate hate hate hate.

My visions blurs again and by the time it clears the bed is ripped in half and there's more holes in the walls and a broken window.

I pant.

I...I hate that I care.

I grin humming a little tune. My hooves covered in blood with broken glass sticking out.

It hurts.

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts.

Memories of what we've been through growing up passed through my mind. The pain of abuse and starvation mixed with the fear of death were things we dealt with together. These events made us into the amazing ponies we are today that alone is why she was the only one I trusted with my life.

What about now?

Can i trust her? Look at her the same? Will she be the one who's gonna end up putting a bullet to my head?

These thoughts haunted me until a knock on the door made me turn my head.

The pony standing in the door way is Grim Fire. By the expression on her face and the shaking of her hoof as she held the door open I knew it wasn't something good.

"WHAT?!"

She grits her teeth in response. Not from anger or malice but from fear. Her eyes alone told me the story of a filly forced to grew up. A filly who hated her boss but was too chicken shit to do anything about it.

My hoof flies across her face.

She groans. Looking up to me with one good eye while the other looked to be swollen shut.

"E..Esper s-shes gone we think s-someone took h-her."

My vision goes red.

I scream.

"FIND HER!"

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"She's not saying anything."

Willow grits her teeth in frustration.

"Show me".

The stallion nods leading her into a dark room. Inside said room is a orange pony strapped down to a table. From appearances alone she liked to have been through some events physically. She had several missing teeth, a broken hoof, and what looked to be badly burned skin down towards her stomach. There were fresh cut marks across her face including one close to her eye.

All in all it looked like the pony had been through a lot,

And yet she smile on her face was like she felt nothing at all.

"Who sent you?"

"Your limped dick husband who desperately wanted a flank call. Unfortunately I'm a bit tied up at the moment ain't I bitch?"

She laughs. It was a sick twisted sound that can only emerge from a broken soul.

"Tell me why your here and maybe I'll let you live".

The mare rolled her eyes clearly not impressed.

"I don't kiss and tell especially towards a worthless whore like you who's gonna end up fucked in all three holes"

The mare's smile was one that Willow seen before. It was almost haunting how all of Thier expressions nearly looked the same no matter who's behind it.

"Your a slaver aren't you".

"No, I'm someone who's gonna enjoy adding your wings to my collection".

Willow snorts looking away. It was clear to her that whoever the mare was she wasn't gonna talk. Witch meant that whoever she was working for was either offering alot or it was a pony who she had deeper ties with. Either way there was little use in keeping the mare alive.

"Put a bullet in her and leav the body outside of town for the scavengers to fight over".

The stallion nods pulling out a gun.

He turns aiming it at the mare's head.

She smiles looking at her future killer straight into the eyes.

He pulled the trigger.

Or would have if a massive explosion hadn't gone off nearly making every pony fall to the floor. Not a minute later a munch older pony burst into the room his eyes full of panic and fear.

"RAIDERS!" He screamed.

Their eyes widen.

Oh.

Oh no.

"MOVE!" Willow shouts running out the room. Behind her she can hear the sounds of the mare laughing.

"'i'll see you soon!"

She chuckles before muttering under her breath as the door slams shut.

"I'll see you real soon."

Ruin.

Wrong.

It's all going wrong.

Strict Swift was many things, but a pony without a plan wasn't one of them. Unfortunately, it seems that hiring mad ponies, especially Raiders wasn't the best idea it seems. Then again their fear and reputation across the Wasteland were what he desperately needed.

After all, it's nothing like the worse of the worse coming to town and making the public see exactly why he needed to be in control. Under him, no Raider or creature shall ever set foot in their city again.

All the public had to do was let him run the show.

"sir they're attacking at the center of town and seem to be spreading far and fast".

Strict snorts pouring himself a bottle.

That wasn't the plan.

All they had to do was scare the public a bit let out a few shoots and grab one or two ponies in exchange for a high price.

Instead, it seems as if they were trying to burn this whole place into the ground.

Ah, how unfortunate.

Strict had plans and goals that ended with him slowly rising to be the next big player in the Wasteland and perhaps beyond.

Unfortunately, it seems like this life was another failure just like the last.

He smirks putting the glass up to his lips.

It's funny how despite what he's capable of there's another kind of evil that keeps getting in his way.

First, it was Harmony and now it was one of his turning against him. Then again chaos in that form only ever cares about themselves and pleasure while he has bigger plans. You see unlike them both he knew how to achieve his goals the right way. The world itself was cruel and as such a curler hoof must reach out and take control.

Unfortunately, ponies are either too naive or too selfish to realize that.

"So this means we aren't getting paid right?"

Strict hums. His eyes go over to the window where he can faintly hear the sound of explosions and gunfire while he can also make out ponies running and fearing for their lives.

It was all so wasteful.

So single-minded and based on instinct.

"I suppose not."

The pegasi he hired looked at each other before one raised a rifle. Aiming it at his skull while he never left the window.

He took another sip.

Seems that Hope isn't gonna change the world either. Briefly, he wonders how the two would have interacted under better circumstances. Surely all of them together could have worked something out. At least a deal that ends in them not coming to each other throats.

Then again his morality would have been the deciding factor.

Strict smiles.

It doesn't matter now.

"Try not to ruin my suit".

"Shut the fuck up".

Bang!

The once-clean window was now spattered with blood.

His blood.

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Dead.

Read dead dead dead.

Martyr laughs jamming his knife inside a pony" eye socket.

Screams.

So many screams.

He turns, seeing a mare galloping away clearly out of bullets.

Not her, not her not her.

He screams tackling the mare and shoving the knife into her stomach.

She fought and fought hard, but he didn't care.

Everything was a blur.

He was here but he wasn't

More screams.

Stabbings.

Blood.

So, so much blood.

Esper.

Where was Esper?

His sister.

His twin.

His betrayer.

He laughs

Pain.

He feels pain.

He turns noticing blood leaking from his shoulder. As he did the sound of a gun reloading caused him to turn his eyes towards the source.

Gun.

There was a gun aimed at him.

The pony holding said the gun was saying something he couldn't make it out too much noise, but in her eyes was determination.

She wanted something.

She wanted to accomplish something.

He grins.

"Do it".

Little sick.

As I looked and ran around trying to find my brother

Running on my injured hoof hurt like hell but all I could think about is finding Martyr to make sure he was ok and unharmed. I ran on adrenalin at this part and I would pause and look around seeing willow song pointing a gun at my brother's head I would see a unicorn rip her horn off getting blood on my face as I would turn to attack willow song only to hear a gunshot and willow song scream in pain.

Second Chance stood there with a gun in her hoof as she teared up and covered her eyes frightened of what she had just done and she would drop the gun and sat down sniffling.

I would roll my eyes and go to her.

"D..Did I do good?"

"Pfft! No!"

She would blink and look up at me "B...but I shot her in the leg"

"Exactly so don't be a crybaby now and go get some more pony out of the way if you wanna be useful"

She would snort and bit and grab her gun and run off doing as she was told tears still falling down her face. As she turned away she would grin a bit then stop

I would hum and grab my knife going to Willow's song as I whistled a bit.

"Well well didn't think I would see you so soon~"

Willow Song would snort and glare at me as I slid the knife across her cheek cutting it open a bit my cuts still dripping blood.

She would grit her teeth.

I would grin at her and see my brother out of the corner of my eye glaring at me a bit.

I would look at him.

"How disappointing you were gonna show pity on willow song and let her kill you giving up so soon brother?~"

He would snort "Not like you would care if I died"

"Silly brother I can't live without you so don't waste your time letting pathetic pony kill you!"

He would pause hearing what I said

I would hit her head into the ground making her bite off a bit of her tongue I would laugh watching I would torture willow song for a while before my brother would grab my mane and he would tie up willow song before grabbing my mane again and pushing down and force my ass up.

I would blush a lot. "Brother what are you doing?!"

"You owe me for hiding stuff from me so let me enjoy my fuck toy"

I would groan hearing him say this made me crave his dick inside me. I can tell he's still a bit mad at me but I think he understands now how much I care for him.

"Brother we should be doing this somewhere else" Ponies' screams and blood ran through the streets some ponies putting things on fire

"No, I wanna do it here"

"This is fucked up though we arent in a safe place to be fucking"

"So what your fucked up you fed me another ponies inside without me knowing"

"..."

"Exactly so shut up and take my dick like a good slut!" He would ram his dick into my tight pussy making me scream and moan loudly.

"Good little slut!"

I would groan as he would thrust in and out of me rapidly. There is one thing I hate about my brother he knows he can use his dick to make me submissive and he knows I want it so bad.

My moans would be heard making a few stallions stare as my brother would ignore them and continue to fuck me as he would be nibbling on my ear a bit.

"F..Fuck"

He would take his dick out of me. I would have already came and he would laugh.

"You didn't last long sis~" He would slap my ass as I groaned

"Now get on your back now" He would say in a firm deep voice

His deep voice is so fucking hot it's such a turn-on for me.

I would lay on my back and he would get on top of me and ram his dick all the way into my tight ass thrusting making sure it would all fit as I screamed.

"B...Brother fuck!"

He would smirk as he would start fucking my tight ass fast as he groaned in pleasure as I stuck my tongue out panting he would grin and kiss me and I would blush my eyes would widen

He would shove his tongue in my mouth as I groaned and closed my eyes letting him do this.

He would stop.

"Fuck I'm close!" He would moan continuing to fuck my ass

"Do it brother~"

he would moan loudly before holding his dick in me and cumming as I moaned feeling it and I would pant and he would look at me as I panted my tongue sticking out and he would smirk.

"Such a good little cum slut"

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Author's Note

Thx to all my readers who took the time to enjoy it one way or another and to the people who press the dislike button I don't care if you like it or not this story isn't for you it's for me if you enjoy it im glad if you don't oh well this makes me happy and that's all I care about

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Break

Heroes.

That's what ponies want the most in this world. Someone strong, brave, smart, and full of ambition that can change the world we are in right now.

They cry, whine, and complain about how hard they have it or how the world isn't what it used to be. How someday sone pony, griffin, diamond dog, or other creature will come around and make things how they use to be. Like they were the ones who lived around the time of the Sun and Moon being controlled by the closes things we considered to be god.

I see the hope in their eyes and the longing to do more than just move around and survive. They wanna wake up without having to struggle to find their next meal. They wanna walk out into our world without the risk of being gunned down, cannibalized, robbed, or all three.

They wish for a better life.

A place of peace and love along with dreams of knowing the future.

I laugh.

I can't help it! The way they look at me as they speak is so hilarious. It's even funnier once I put my gun to their head and give them a choice.

It's them or their family.

Most choose their family. Ponies they either brought into the world or were born alongside them. The love and desperation in their eyes are apparent. They would rather die than watch the ones they love to do the same.

Which is why I kill them anyway.

Not fast mind you, no it's too easy too simple of a task. If you wanna truly break a pony then the ways to do it are nearly limitless.

Which is why I always find new ways to inflict pain upon them.

Last month I found a pair of three. Mother, father, and foal. Each one looked to be fairly well-kept and clean which meant they recently come from a settlement.

I of course did my job.

After capturing them and making sure they no longer had anything of value I went ahead and got them settled in.

It's amazing how loud a mother can scream as you slowly wrench her eye free from her skull.

Oh, the look that the stallion gave me as he held his crying foal is one to remember.

I then made sure to visit them at least twice a day. Each time I do I bring with me three things.

tools.

Rope,

And a pony to forcibly drag out the filly or the mother.

I then take my sweet time tying one of them up. Once done I would grab my item of choice and made sure to go as slow as I possibly could. You see torturing is easy, but it's the looks they give you while they do it that makes it clear you're in control. However, if you simply go all out your victim dies sooner. No, you see I don't plan to do that. Instead, I would inflict as many wounds as possible. You can achieve this in many different ways. In my case, I would usually hang my victims for hours at a time before pulling out a tooth as slowly and as long as possible. Then once all their teeth are removed after several days provided you know how to stop or handle possible infection I would go on to phase two.

My dick in their mouth.

Or if im feeling playful ill use a hot iron rod to slowly burn their skin then proceed to pour some salt into the burnt wound.

All while their family watch.

After some time they stop begging for me to stop and instead want me to put the pony out of their misery.

When I don't, they do,

And it's always fun to watch.

Especially when the only tools available are either their hooves which are weak at this point from starvation or a really small rock we give them for that exact purpose.

Despite what they tell you smashing another's skull isn't easy.

Trust me I know.

Mainly because I watched it happen.

Several times.

It's when the seizures start that the pony doing the smashing lose their nerve.

They cry and beg the pony shaking on the ground to forgive them.

In the real world, you die. Not just you but everyone around you will someday meet their end one way or another. You could either die for others and risk dying for absolutely nothing. Or maybe as a symbol, others can use to justify their style of methods. Or You can succumb to the pleasures and enjoyment of life as well as the opportunity to fulfill what makes you truly want to live. Or you can die in a meaningless war trying to change the world only for it to fall into a conflict in the future.

That is the curse of being a hero. Creating a world the need for them never ends. Thus they die a meaningless death.

I groan as my sister Esper shoves her tongue in my mouth. The feeling of her body pushing itself against mine brings a wave of fresh excitement.

She pulls back panting a playful glint in her eyes.

"You looked so fucking hot ramming that mare."

I roll my eyes.

"Tell me something I don't know."

Esper, a violent, rude, horny, little mare that loves to get into my pants so to speak is it lust? Love? I don't know. You lose sight of what love is when you're always surrounded by people who show it in violent ways.

My parents included.

With that said when I look into her eyes I can't help but feel as though there's something more than im willing to understand.

I don't fear death or dying alone, but I can't say the same regarding disappointment.

I laugh.

Oh, I hate it when I think.

She grins leaning closer.

"I want you to make me scream."

I smirk.

'Oh, making people scream is the only thing im good at."

Betrayed

Hours later working on collecting my treasure and my brother would stay asleep it seemed he was exhausted he must have stayed up the other nights

After a while second chance would head to bed and would fall asleep quickly

I would find one of my victims screaming for help and I would snort she was making too much noise I would go over and get on top of her and grin and I would grip her stomach before looking her in her eyes and pulling up ripping the skin off her stomach as she screamed loudly as she cried

My pupils would go small as her blood hit my tongue and I wouldn't be able to hold myself back and start eating her insides as she screamed still aware of everything that was happening.

I would close my eyes enjoying and savoring the taste of the pony's flesh, intestines, and blood.

All of it tasted so good and amazing as I heard her continue to let out blood-curdling screams.

As I would pause and hum smirking getting an idea as I would cut the pony up into small bits cook it and then set it up to look fancy.

My brother Martyr would come downstairs and smell the food and smile seeing me put the plates on the table.

He would sniff the air. "I see you made food sis it smells good!"

I would smile at him and nod

"Wait wheres second chance...?"

I would look at you "She's asleep me and her couldn't sleep so i had her sharpen some horns for me last night"

He nods, sitting down at the table and taking a bite of the meat as i grinned seeing this

He would chew it.

I would look at him and he would notice

"uhm why are you looking at m-"

Second chance would walk in and look at martyr

"Don't eat the meat!"

I would snort and my brother would tilt his head

"She chopped up a pony and that's what your chewing!"

"OH HUSH!" I would yell at second chance

My brother would spit the food out and I would look at him only to see his hoof hit me in the face my brother would snort furious as my nose would dripped blood and I would look down then up at him, as he spoke his eye twitching a bit.

"You're a cannibal... arent you"

I would nod

He would grow even more furious as he would pin me to the ground.

"Brother it's fine pony's are just more meat it's not that big of a deal!"

"I don't care that you're a cannibal but for you to not tell me how long has this been going on!!"

"...Since we were a filly and foal"

He would glare at me

"You are supposed to tell me everything but instead you lied, and fed me another pony without even telling me all these years!"

He would stomp his hoof next to me making me flinch for the first time my ears pinning.

"I thought I could trust you, my own sister! do you know how much that hurts wait you don't because I don't hide things from you!!"

He would scream in my face beyond furious at my actions and I would look at him feeling quilty

He was right I am supposed to tell him everything I shouldn't have kept my addiction from him.

"I...I'm sorry brot-"

"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!"

I would stay silent and look down in guilt as he would continue to glare at me.

He would tear up frustrated as his tear would hit my cheek and I would be surprised as I hadn't seen my brother cry in years

That's how I knew he was really hurt by my actions as I would look at him tearing up a bit to a bit more tears falling from his face as he continued to look at me fury in his eyes

"I can't believe you've hidden this from me all those years without even telling me and yet I see it in your eyes that you don't understand why I'm so angry at you, you know sister I hate having stuff hidden from me and yet you just lost a bit of my trust"

My eyes would widen my tail tucking and my ears pinning all the way

Hearing my brother say this hurt me knowing I fucked up so bad that I lost the trust of the only pony who had been by my side since me and him were young

Losing his trust made me feel only guilt

He would head upstairs and slam his door shut as I would stay on the ground before getting aggravated at myself and I would grab one of my knives

I would leave the house wearing a black hoodie and walk through the streets frustrated at myself as I would find a mare and stallion walking alone only the street lights on I would grin and go over to them hiding my knife and taking off my hood.

"Hello there lovely night we are having huh"

The mare would smile as the stallion looked towards my ass I would see this and snort lightly

The mare would look at me "Yes it is quite a beautiful night out" She would look up at the stars smiling.

I would grin and in a quick second the mare would be choking on her own blood as I slit her throat and the stallion would run off leaving his wife alone as she saw this she cried as she fell on the floor and felt betrayed as she didn't try saving herself and only closed her eyes taking one last breath as she slipped away.

I would run after the stallion catching up to him and lighting him on fire with a match and gasoline as I watched as she screamed and cried in pain saying he didn't deserve this way to die as I smiled.

A pony would come up behind me and cover my muzzle in a rag and I would shake my head but start to feel dizzy as i blacked out

Cross my heart and hope to die

I would smile as they left the room in a panic.

I would be about to get out of the chains I was in but I would pause

If I go home martyr still probably hates me going home right now would probably make him unhappy.

Maybe I should just stay here and let them kill me

My ears would pin and I would talk to myself

"Maybe if I let them kill me martyr wont hate me anymore..."

My mind would race with fucked up thoughts as I teared up starting to feel fear like how I did when I was just a filly I hated this feeling I felt weak and stuck unable to understand what to do. Should I stay and let them torture and kill me? Should I commit suicide so then martyr will forgive me?

I would pause and grin looking at the ceiling "If I give up now I'm only showing martyr that I don't care about him because I didn't think about trying to fix things with him and instead let them kill me plus he's older than me I can't leave him alone and I would snort

My body was still in pain but I would take a deep breath.

I would yank my legs and hooves out of the chains some of the chains staying but would come off the wall as I would fall and whine a bit.

"FUCK! My hoof hurts so bad!!"

I would grit my teeth and force myself to get up and I would limp my mouth and my hoof hurting

My wounds still bleeding.

I would get to the door and try to open it but it would be locked as I would look around seeing a vent I would grab a box and get on top of it ramming my head against the vent a few times and it would finally open as my ear would get cut from the vent door and I would grit my teeth more climbing into the vent in pain as I crawled through it before falling a few feet onto the ground as I clenched my teeth in pain everywhere

Even though my body was in pain Ive already made it this far I can't give up now I never let a little scratch stop me why should I let the bullshit that was done to me stop me from making sure my brother is ok I would get up and run looking around seeing people from the raiders shooting at Windows, stallions, and mares as I would look around rapidly.

I hope my brother is ok I can't and won't give up or stop fighting until he knows how much I care and love him and that me hiding something from him was a big mistake one that I will never make again.

I will never make that horrible mistake again I cross my heart and hope to die...

Unknown.

Failed.

Willow Song failed.

As she lies there unable to move as everything and everypony she knows burns around her while she's forced to watch it happen.

"F-fuck"

Song turns. Only to see the stallion she almost killed forcing his dick into the mare's throat. His groans alone urged the mare to lick and suck his shaft. Her eyes stared up into his never looking away for a second as a hoof goes between her legs.

Willow looked away.

As she did she caught sight of something that left her mind wheeling.

An Alicorn.

She saw an Alicorn.

An ancient god-like being who's supposed to lead and protect them. Instead, the one who's supposed to bring hope is currently running around. A gun in her hooves as she aimed and fired at ponies trying to fight back. Tears poured down her face and her hooves shook but she kept firing.

Trying to desperately fight the grin that kept trying to form on her face.

Willow couldn't believe it.

Willow couldn't take it.

She screamed.

As she did a hoof connected with her face.

Her vision blurred.

Another hoof connects with her stomach.

Wheezing Song looks up only to see the orange-colored stallion look down at her. The mare who's most likely his twin stood beside him licking her cum covered lips.

"you're the one who hurt my sister?"

The look in his eyes made her shiver.

"That's fine because I have something very, very special for you."

He bends down looking at her straight in the eyes grinning wickedly.

"I can't wait to hear you scream".

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Fate.

It can't be changed.

It can't be altered.

It can't be rewritten,

And yet.

"I cannot change it".

Fate the decider of everything that ever was and will be stated out loud with a confused look on its face.

It hopes that it was wrong even though that in itself is a mortal concept, and yet try as it might it cannot reclaim its hold on the reality it holds between its hand.

"How curious".

For as long as existence itself was a concept something like this hasn't happened before. This meant that the impossible somehow reached a state higher than Fate itself.

What will happen next?

Fate didn't have the answer, and already it is feeling the anger of the other concept and ideas shaking with disbelief at being denied their supposed role.

"Something new? Now im interested".

With a smile, Fate sat down the reality back into the imaginary pond where Infinity is microscopic compared to the other realities and realms that exist under the watchful eye of an omniscient and near-omnipotent ruler.

Sweet Sweet Chaos

I would watch as my brother whispered into willows song's ear and I saw the fear in her eyes as I laughed.

After a while, my brother's teammates took willow song to our house for him to torture late on me and him would go on a killing spree like the old times

I Love seeing him smile even if its because he's watching or fucking a mare as she screams as she bleeds

After a while of having fun on our killing spree, we would head home and my brother would torture Willow song worse than I got tortured.

I Loved watching as she cried and screamed in pain as my brother hammered large rusted nails into all of her hooves.

"You guys are horrible ponies when you die you will both go to hell!"

I would grin "Like you won't?~"

She would snort "Your just a whore to your brother"

My brother would hear this and cut below her stomach as she let out a blood-curdling scream in major pain.

"I love her more than a sister and she's a whore but she's mine whore and only mine"

I would smile and nod "Exactly!"

She would glare at me

Second chance would come in when we didn't notice and would watch as we tortured Willow and she would scream more in pain and second chance would accidentally let a laugh out as she grinned watching.

I would blink

I and my brother would look at her

"... second chance you're enjoying this?" My brother asked confused

Second chance would realize she was smiling and she would look down a tear falling down her face as she sniffled.

"S...somethings wrong with me" She would say before bursting into tears

I would roll my eyes. "Shut up will you"

I would hand her a knife.

"Have some fun instead!"

She would blink and without thinking she would go to Willow cutting her face as she watched the blood dripping she would smile.

I would laugh watching and my brother would grin watching.

Once we found out second chance started enjoying the danger and hurting other ponies we enjoyed all going on killing sprees

Second chance is still too weak she still feels remorse for her victims I could see it in her eyes when she hurts them her eyes tear up it's almost like she feels forced to do these things and enjoy it

It seems to be a darkness she can't and will possibly never escape it.

As we got back from a killing spree to go have some more fun with the bitch willow song we came downstairs only to see her missing a trail of blood and a broken window written on the wall in her blood read "See you in hell"

Me and my brother wouldn't worry about it as I would look around and turn around my brother would have a ring in his hoof as he cleared his throat

"Esper... will you marry me?"

I would blink and smile before hugging him.

"Of course!!"

He would smile.

"This is going to be the hottest wedding ever~"

He meant because he and I were getting married and literally he made sure to make our special day with the things we loved most watching ponies get cut up and burned.

As I looked at the fire my brother looked at my eyes, my eyes glistened as I watched the ponies get set on fire and scream in pain as their filly and foals were forced to watch.

The chaos was amazing to watch.

My brother couldn't have made our special day any more amazing.