Princess Luna moved silently along the outside of the imposing mansion. It had been a long time since she had done anything like this. It had been a long time since her sister had banished her to the moon and allowed her to suffer in the cold for a thousand years. Most ponies would have gone completely insane at that point, but the midnight blue alicorn was different. She had found a cold, hollow focus from her thousand year imprisonment, and that cold focus had never really left her.
The grip of the pistol in her hand felt the same as it always did, her movements were still as precise and silent as they had ever been, and she was certain that her ability to end life had been unaffected by the fact that she had let herself go in the years since her retirement. She carried a little more weight on her hips and had a little bit more of a sway to her body, her breasts might have somehow been larger then she remembered, but her hooves still moved silently over the ground as she made her way into the mansion.
It was disgusting. The guards here were all wearing bikini outfits, black, held on with gold chain straps. All of them were busty to some degree and it really made her angry, even more angry then she already was, and all that anger was soon turned into a cold, focused resolve. She was going to kill every single one of them. There would be no mercy.
She was wearing a tight fitting chlorinated rubber catsuit that hugged over her body tightly and shined slightly like an oil-slick in the moonlight, outlaid with small armor plates over her breasts, stomach and legs, although they were thin and produced no noise.
The first mare she came across was caught completely off guard, sat in a chair and reading a book. No doubt, they didn’t often have to perform their duties as guards and it was more of a honorary position where they could be ogled by the Lord of the manner.
Her arm wrapped firmly around the neck of the snow white pegasus with the sky blue eyes, pulling her backwards, out of the chair and onto Luna’s waiting knee, where she had crouched to the side of the chair.
Luna bought her down firmly onto her knee, knocking the air out of her lungs as she writhed, sky blue eyes flying wide as her soft hands clawed desperately at the air, swiping blindly for Luna’s eyes. Her hooves tried to find purchase on the floor, and then Luna shifted her grip, pulling the mare’s head back and then sharply to the side, a loud CRACK sounding through the air as tears suddenly formed at the edge’s of the mare’s vision, her body going into death spasms as Luna had failed to cleanly break the spine.
This wasn’t an accident either. Luna liked toying with her prey, although she would never admit it. Staring down into the eyes of the white pegasus mare as she flopped on the ground like a fish out of water, sending scrambled, mismatched signals to her body as it began to shut down, her eyes going wide with panic as her fingers clawed desperately at the floor, a gargling, rasping sound rolling from her lips, before her expression shifted to one of fear.
It was then that her bladder emptied itself, soaking through her black panties and forming a pool beneath her, her legs kicking against the ground, hooves not making a sound against the carpet before the expression finally shifted to a calm acceptance. All her troubles were over now, and Luna felt that strange shift inside her as she watched the mare go from a pony with hopes, dreams and a life to lead, to a cooling hunk of meat, in a matter of less then a minute.
She would never admit it to herself, but she had really missed this. She had missed the rush of power, there was a reason that ponies had once feared her, roaming from shadow to shadow like the reaper personified. These ponies were about to get a taste of it first hand.
“Gracie?… Grace wing! Are you OK?” A pink unicorn with magenta eyes said from the top of a staircase, which led the entrance lobby where their friend had been reading her magazine, before Luna had gotten the drop on them and snuffed the lights and their life with her magic and hands.
The pistol. Luna’s sea green eyes worked just as well in the dark as they did in the light. She was the princess of the Night, and the Night obeyed her! The long, sleek, black metal frame of the 45. handgun raised in an instant.
A crack, just like the one that had killed poor grace wing, and a shot hit square, smacking the pink unicorn between her double d breasts and causing them to violently jiggle as the chain holding the two bra cups together was shattered by the shot, sending a ring of hot metal flying as the pink unicorn let out a soft gasp as her breasts spilled free from out of her bra, but even with this inconvenience the first thing she tried to do was reach for her gun, as if the nine millimeter pistol strapped to her hip was going to do anything against the bullet that cleanly smacked into the space at the base of her horn, making a neat, round hole and spraying some of her gray matter all over the wall behind her.
There was no dramatic backwards fall, no spin, no attempt to move, not like in the movies, it was as though she were a puppet and some kind of performer had come down from above and cut her strings, she crumpled on the spot in an instant and began to roll down the stairs, violently bouncing off each one with her breasts flopping about whorishly and her blood leaking onto the fine red carpet behind her as the force knocked it out of her.
Luna didn’t get chance to enjoy watching her tumble all the way down the flight of stairs however, as another mare, a cyan earth pony, was stood at the top of the stairs and her hand was currently shooting down to the revolver on her hip hostler.
If you have an attacker armed with a knife at twenty feet, it takes a trained shooter that distance to draw their gun from a hip holster and fire a single shot. This mare might have had some experience, but she was no professional, and she was panicking.
“Love Buns!” The mare shrilly cried as if that was somehow going to bring her back. Luna used her powerful alicorn magic to appear right next to the mare in a poof of off-blue magic. This mare, who Luna noted had a potato for a cutie mark, found herself suddenly faced with a very tall alicorn mare that had a mane and tail magically flowing behind her, both looking as though they was a swathe cut from the night sky itself.
Suffice to say, the cyan mare panicked even more at this point, her crimson eyes flying wide behind her dirt brown mane as she drew the gun, but Luna moved quicker, using the butt of her pistol to firmly slam the mare in the neck, almost collapsing her throat in, and that was something that Luna had avoided on purpose. She hadn’t even gotten chance to get a proper look at those other mares or take note of their cutie marks, or even their manes and tails, and now they were dead she didn’t really care to look.
She wanted to have some fun. The cyan potato mare dropped her gun in an instant, hands shooing up to protect her throat, and for a brief moment Luna thought that she might run, head for the hills as it were and she would have to paint her brains all over the woodwork and carpet.
Thankfully, there was something more to this mare then first met the eye, as after a moment of covering her throat and glancing down to her revolver, which was currently lying on the carpet between the two of them.
There seemed to be some gears, some spark of intellect blazing within the mare, before she suddenly launched herself at Luna, winding up a huge straight punch that Luna easily avoided.
She felt the first scrape her side as the mare almost overshot, falling over her own hooves. Luna punished her for letting her guard down by slamming a fist into the top of her head, rattling her teeth in her mouth and undoubtedly dazing her.
Earth ponies were tough however, and now the mare seemed to have got a handle on her blinding rage, taking up a simple boxing stance that Luna had seen the birth of, before firing off several jabs at the alicorn’s gut.
Luna allowed these to hit her, she allowed the mare to feel a brief moment of pride, the blows being almost strong enough to actually be properly felt by the alicorn. Disappointing. Considering the fact that this mare had a six pack and her arms seemed to have some meat on them, she had been expecting more.
She responded with a hook of her own that almost took the mare’s head off, sending her into a wild spin as she smacked against the wall. Luna had forgotten just how weak ponies were when compared to their alicorn rulers. She was done playing with her food, this mare had nothing to offer and she could have killed her twice already.
The pistol raised.
“Wait-” The mare began, but was instantly cut off by the series of shots, hitting her three times in the chest, then once in the head, causing her to crumple down against the wall with blood dribbling out the side of her mouth, likely from where she had bitten a chunk of her own mouth from that hook.
Luna waited for her to give some kind of spasm or struggle, but she was nothing more than a hunk of inactive meat. It was boring. Luna was bored! She had been expecting these mares to offer at least something of a challenge but that wasn’t the case.
She took the magazine out of her gun as she mentally recounted each of the shots that she had fired off. Three… Four… Then one that she had fired at that Pegasus. One in the magazine, one in the chamber. She slipped the magazine away with a poof of magic and summoned another one in a single motion, checking it and then slotting it into the pistol. Eight rounds.
She rounded the corner, finding two mares arguing over whether or not they were going to go and investigate the noises that they had just heard. One of these mares was holding a double barreled shotgun that had been shortened, and the other was holding what appeared to be a hugely oversized revolver that would snap her dainty wrists if she tried to fire it.
Luna strolled confidently down the hallway, not making a sound and going so far as to put a seductive sway to her hips as she waited for the two mares to notice her.
The thin purple mare with the oversized hand-canon was the first one to notice her, raising the revolver as she backed up into the wooden double doors behind her. Luna wasn’t sure if she actually intended to fire the weapon or not, but the hallway was suddenly filled with an incredibly loud roar as a projectile capable of blowing a golf ball sized hole through anything it hit flew down the hallway.
The red mare next to her almost jumped out of their skin. “By fucking Celestia Icy, be careful! What the fuck are you shoot-”
The red pegasus didn’t get time to finish her sentence as she collapsed, spraying brain matter all over the purple unicorn who was stood next to her, the bullet that had just ended her life managing to scrape her cheek and carve a bloody gash into it.
Icy was already having a breakdown, having dropped her weapon simply from the force of firing it, but she was now going even further into a breakdown as she watched her friend stare silently up at the sky with her bladder emptying all over the carpet beneath her, mixing with the blood and bits of brain matter that were already there.
Worse, stood behind her friend was the tall figure of a Goddess, the Goddess of the Night, and it seemed for tonight, also the Goddess of death that had just appeared like it was nothing.
The noise that icy made was somewhere between a squeak and a scream, before Luna grabbed her around the throat with one of her hands.
Icy weakly swiped at the midnight blue alicorn, the expression of terror clear on her face as Luna stared directly into her soul. This mare was purple, the same shade of purple as Celestia’s beloved student, Twilight Sparkle, her eyes were a blazing orange, and her tail and mane were a pitch black, her mane cut into an ugly bowl cut and her tail neatly trimmed the same as most office workers had it, cut short and cut tidy.
She wondered what job this mare did before this, her cutie mark was a piece of blank paper, but she knew that if she attempted to ask this mare things like what she did for a living, she would start begging for her life and making promises that she couldn’t keep, claim that she hadn’t done anything wrong despite standing against a Goddess.
That, and Luna remembered she didn’t fucking care, because this mare was a corpse. Luna’s neatly painted nails tightened like an industrial vice, crushing several important bones before she turned, grabbing one of the mare’s legs with her free hand and throwing her down the length of the hallway.
Well, that was the guards dealt with. She took a few moments to get her bearings and check her pistol, before pausing. She had been expecting that the spell she had detected was some kind of protective shield she would need to break through, but no, it was a silencing spell designed to prevent noise.,
She would have almost laughed, were it not so tragic. They had taken all this time to prevent noise from getting out, but nothing to prevent intruders from getting in.
That meant that the people on the other side of this door were completely unaware of anything that had just happened. She allowed herself to give a soft laugh at this, because things really couldn’t have worked out any more perfectly for her.
Six rounds. She needed to be ready for anything on the other side of this door. Six rounds. Would that be enough? She found herself questioning it for far too long before eventually remembering that she was a Goddess and there was no force in Equestria that she couldn’t put a stop to with her incredible power.
An almost evil smirk spread onto her face, before a blast tore forth from her horn and reduced the door to splinters in an instant, but she caught them with her magic and dropped them gracefully to the floor in a flamboyant display of her power.
In the bed before her was the focus of her hatred, Andras, a corrupting, twisted wretch of a unicorn with golden eyes and a bright red body complimented by a sludge gray mane and tail. The rage she felt in that moment was enough to break even her focus as she stared at the huge bed that the stallion was currently reclining in.
It was bright pink, heart shaped, and in bed next to him was her sister. He was lying on top of the bed with her sister currently having her face buried directly against his groin, a large bulge in her throat betraying just what she was doing there.
Next to her was Princess Twilight Sparkle, collared with a chain wrapped around the headboard of the heart shaped bed of degeneracy, and finally there was Princess Cadance, sprawled out with cum leaking from her snatch and a pleasured look etched into her purple eyes.
Luna let out a loud scream as she bought the pistol to bear, swinging it round in a wide arc as she expertly pulled the trigger. The first shot landed square, hitting Cadance right between the eyes. She jerked slightly from the impact of the bullet that sprayed the contents of the inside of her skull all over the bed behind her, before she violently went into soft convulsions, eyes rolling upwards as if she might somehow be able to stare at the bullet wound between her eyes.
The next shot hit Twilight, who was still fully clothed, if it could be called that, in the black chain bikinis that the guards had been wearing. This bullet smacked into the side of her head, drilling right through her temple and spraying blood and bits of brain matter all over the bed behind her. She fell limp onto the bed, and it was now that Luna noticed the paternity markings on Cadance’s belly, a weeping red eye, matching the cutie mark of this foul stallion!
Twilight had a matching one, and so did Celestia. Luna had been aiming to empty her pistol as quickly as she was able, and now her aim was starting to shake because of how angry she was, buying Celestia precious seconds to pull her head free from Andras’ length, letting the black slab of fuckmeat stand proud and twitching even as Luna killed everyone in the room.
She didn’t go for a headshot on her sister. Her aim was too wonky and she only had 5…. 4 rounds left, so she couldn’t risk wasting any.
Her sister had also let herself go in her old age and retirement, her large white breasts were well padded, as was the rest of her body, barely fitting into the oversized bikini that Andras had provided them. Luna knew her sister was more powerful then her, but as she landed the first of two rounds into her chest, that didn’t matter.
Her large breasts spilled free from her bikini, but the chain, or Luna’s poor aim, had thrown the bullet off, missing her vitals. The second shot struck true however, hitting Celestia squarely in the heart. Luna could tell from the way her eyes dilated, that shocking moment when they realized that there was something very wrong with their body that couldn’t be fixed.
The brain and the heart. Fatal. Luna stared at Cadance, dressed up in whorish red make-up, flapping her mouth silently as she tried to form words of some kind even as her life left her, cum still dribbling out of her tainted womb. She certainly hadn’t been expecting to die today.
Celestia let out a whorish, rattling moan, a smile spreading onto her face in her last moments as Luna bought her pistol to bear on Andras. The rage had been reduced to a cold focus again. She couldn’t afford to mess this up, it might be the only chance that she got.
The trigger felt heavy against her finger as her sea green eyes focused down the irons, taking her time to ensure she was going to hit exactly where she wanted, and taking so much time that Andras actually managed to get half a sentence off, which was more than could be send for the mares in the room, who she had all slaughtered without the slightest hint of mercy. They were all corrupted, they had all been corrupted by this stallion, this monster, and now it was finally time to put the monster down.
“W-wait, Luna!” Andras cried, eyes going wide with shock as he stared Luna dead in the eyes.
She’d expected more. Everyone always said ‘Stop!’ or ‘Wait!’ as if a few more seconds of precious time were going to make a difference. She’d lived for hundreds of years and she wouldn’t make such a stupid mistake, though maybe that was the difference between them.
Time seemed to slow for the final moments, but in the end it didn’t matter, the gun roared in her hand like it had done so many times before, and Andras made a humiliating expression as his brains were painted all over the head board behind him.
Even more humiliating then having his brains painted all over the wall and the dumb, tongue lolling expression the foul stallion was pulling, it seemed that having his brains blown out had quite the effect on him, his cock giving a few desperate throbs as if it had been stimulated by something, and then he began to empty his thick load in large strings, splattering onto her sister, Celestia still slowly dying, although she was completely helpless to prevent the life from bleeding out of her.
Her quad toned mane, which magically flowed just like that of Luna’s, was slowly falling limP behind her, before it was splattered and decorated with the seed of the dying stallion just across from her.
Luna grabbed his member with her magical, channeling a simple spell into it to prevent it from going limp as she stormed over to the bed and angrily straddled the stallion, grabbing his neck with both hands as she felt his soft fur press against her body.
Even with the humiliating expression on his face and his brains painted all over the wall behind him, he still seemed to be staring up at her mockingly, something that filled Luna with a deep sense of rage and other strange emotions she had no idea how to handle. This monster had corrupted all of the ponies she loved and even now he seemed to be mocking her for it.
The cold sense of focus was lost, giving way to rage, and… Lust. It was a grave sin, but as she glanced back to his cock, she felt that it was only right. He had corrupted and defiled each pony she cared about, it was her turn to defile him.
Her magic reached down to the crotch of her suit and ripped it open in an instant, letting cool air at her snatch and revealing just how aroused she was with how cold the outside air seemed despite the bedroom being quite a warm temperature.
She moved her snatch over to the head of his length and let out a soft gasp as she felt his cooling flesh bump against it, teasing herself back and forth along his sensitive member, giving a coo of pleasure as she prepared to slide it all into her. Her mind was racing, her thoughts scattering as she realized what her sister would have thought of her. She was the ruler of the kingdom now however, the last member standing. She pushed down firmly.
His length slipped inside of her easily, forcing a long, low growl from her lips that turned into a seductive purr as she turned to look at her sister, her purple eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling, losing all their sparkle rapidly.
“You always were such a whore, Sister. It is no shock that it is what was the final nail in the coffin for you.”
She pushed down hard, his length sliding into her inch by inch, spreading her outwards as a loud moan rang from her lips, her back arching and her head raising to the heavens before she launched herself forward and locked lips firmly with the cooling slab of meat that had once been a stallion.
Luna couldn’t explain where this perverse kink of hers had come from. A thousand years alone would normally drive any pony insane, but even before that she had a love for battle, for driving her foes before her and seeing them scattered.
As her warm tongue bashed against the limp hunk of muscle that was Andras’ tongue, it did something to her however, the burning fire of her arousal only seemed to grow even more intense and she began to rock her hips against him, the latex catsuit still covered her legs, which rubbed against his muscled form with a number of soft squeaks. It felt good. It felt right to use her divine authority to punish whoever she wanted, and it felt even better to ride their cock after she was done.
His length was sliding in and out of her, her own magic began to rub at her clit, and she felt like she was even more in heaven then the stallion she had just killed, although she guessed he was likely going somewhere with a farm warmer climate.
This was the best sex that she had ever had. His blank golden colored eyes were staring up at her, and the expression no longer seemed mocking, but judgmental. She didn’t care.
“I’m riding your boyfriend’s dead cock sister. The kingdom is mine and I can have any stallion any time I want!”
Maybe she was going a little mad with power, but this was the best sex that she had gotten in years. She needed this. She needed to ride this stallion for everything he was worth!
And that is exactly what she did, with the eyes of her dead friends and family seeming to be judging her even though they weren’t directly looking at her, she slammed herself down against his cock with everything that she could muster, filling the air with loud slaps as she took a firm grip of his dirty gray mane and pulled him up into a kiss, groaning in pleasure as she sent her tongue forward to explore the inside of her maw, hungrily exploring every inch as the loud slaps of her perverse act echoed around the room.
Harder wasn’t always better, but Luna didn’t care, her eyes were rolling back slowly and as she broke the kiss, she lolled her tongue from out of her maw and focused her magic on her clit, desperately rubbing at it to fill her body with electric sensations of pleasure and her mind with perverse sensations that had never been matched before.
Normally she just got off from the act of killing ponies, watching the life bleed from their bodies and the life fade from their eyes. Why hadn’t she done this sooner? Using her legs to support herself against the bed, she bounced rapidly in his crotch, and then strangely, it seemed as though his member was throbbing inside of her.
Before she had time to properly think through what was happening, Andras had his final orgasm, shooting thick ropes of his still fertile batter inside of her, containing some of the last warmth his body would ever produce.
The noise that Luna made could only be described as a scream, throwing her head back so hard for a moment she worried she might strain her neck, fingers curling against the bedsheets as she was filled up with his seed.
Her vision turned white, her brain crashing down in a cascading failure, causing her to slip off his length with a soft pop, falling limp against the bed as her legs and armed convulsed, much like the stallion had when his brains had been blown out, and caused by the same kind of mismatched signals tearing through her body.
And then just as quickly as it had started, it was over, she was left panting against the bed, the inside of her catsuit coated with sweat, and the inside of her womb coated with the seed of a dead stallion.
As she gathered her bearings and prepared to leave the scene of the crime due to the post orgasm clarity, she didn’t notice the slight tingle of a paternity mark of a bleeding red eye appearing just above her womb, the stallion haven given her one final parting gift for the sexual intercourse, even if he hadn’t been around to enjoy it.
