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          Anonymous Dreams and Equestrian Screams          
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          Fluttershy's Brutal Anal Extermination           
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Fluttershy's Brutal Anal Extermination
“Umm, hi there, big guy.”
The soft, shy, friendly voice slips through the pounding headache consuming your consciousness. What the fuck had you drunk last night?
Shifting slightly, you feel grass underneath you, and blink yourself awake.
There’s a blurry yellow outline above you. It looks like a… face? But…
“Here, drink this. I had Zecora mix me up something for when Angel gets into the fermented berries.”
You feel the mouth of a glass bottle at your lips and reflexively drink. Something cool and sweet pours down your throat. It somehow tastes pink, and it almost instantly blasts the clouds out of your head. Sitting up, you see a familiar figure.
You blink again.
“Fluttershy?”
She flinches back. “H-how do you know my name? What are you?”
It’s so fucking cute. This is the best dream you’ve ever had. You can feel your cock straining against your pants.
“I’m not sure I like the way you’re looking at me,” Fluttershy says, backing away slowly. “If you’re feeling better, I think I’m going to… go...”
She turns away, her wings lifting, and between her legs you see her pristine little pony pussy and asshole.
Suddenly you know that if you don’t take this opportunity, you may never have a dream this good again. Before that thought filters through into your conscious mind, you’ve lunged.
Fluttershy doesn’t even scream, just yelps in a super hot scared way as you grab her in a headlock.
“Where do you think you’re going, you fucking tease?” you growl in her ear, sliding your free hand between her thighs under her tail. She’s trembling against you, whimpering. “Showing that cute butthole off and then just flying away, huh?”
“Please, I don’t know what you mea- OH!”
Your fingers are rubbing up and down her slit, playing with her clit, and you can feel the sudden wetness on your hand.
She’s about the size of a large dog, and she gurgles something incomprehensible as you thrust two fingers into her rapidly moistening cunt.
“Oh, Celestia!” she gasps. “What are… what are you doing to me?”
Oh, right. Stallions don’t have fingers.
This is going to be fun.
Picking her up, you slam her onto the ground on her back, and she makes a sexy little moan.
Oh yeah, this fucking slut is getting into it. You hold her down with your left hand on her throat as you unzip your pants and pull your cock out, showing it to her.
Her eyes widen, her mouth dropping open. “Please, mister, that’s n-never going to fit in my p-pussy,” she says, her voice quavering.
She’s not even trying to hold her legs shut. She has completely surrendered, completely given in to the fact that this is happening, that she is going to be raped.
“I agree,” you hear yourself saying, rubbing your cock up and down her juicy cuntlips. “It’s not going to go in your pussy.”
You clamp your left hand over her mouth, and with your right hand guide your dripping wet cockhead to her twitching pony butthole.
She lets out a little scream into the palm of your hand, wiggling underneath you. She’s so goddam soft and pliable, and as you press forward almost gently, you feel the tightness of her anus give way.
Then one long, strong thrust and you’re buried balls deep in Fluttershy’s hot little butt, feeling her spasming around her, the way her whole body tenses up as you rape her.
Her eyes are rolling back, and you feel her tongue wet on the skin of your palm as you pull out slightly and then push inside again.
You press your right thumb against her clit, roll it around a few times, and as you start really buttfucking her she groans against your hand.
“You like that, Flutterslut? Huh? You like my dick in your ass?” You growl it into her ear, and in response she clamps down on you, her body locking up and then releasing as she orgasms on your huge human dick.
Assraping a cute, sweet, innocent little pony while she cums on your cock is without a single doubt the greatest moment of your life. It makes you wish it wasn’t a dream.
“I’m gonna paint your slutty guts with human jizz,” you pant, taking your hand off her mouth. “Tell me you’re cumming.”
“Noooo!” she wails quietly. “I c... I can’t!”
You haul back and slap her in the face, a ringing blow, and her conflicted look of mixed pleasure and shame melts into an expression of total, slutty resignation.
“I’m cumming,” she breathes. “Oh, Celestia, I’m cumming sooooo ha-a-a-a-a-a-ard!”
You slam as deep in her pony ass as you can go, once, twice, and on the third hard thrust you feel your balls tense as you spurt jet after jet of hot semen up Fluttershy’s hungry ass.
She’s a sweaty, spermy mess, groaning and giggling and making stupid little well-fucked mare noises as you pull your half-erect dick out of her hard-raped butthole. As you watch your cum leaking from her, you look up and see a dead branch sticking out of a tree, just above your waist height.
If you’re in a dream this good, might as well indulge all of your fantasies, right?
Fluttershy squeals as you pick her up, cradling her in your arms. She nuzzles against you, her front hooves thrown around your neck, like she’s thanking you for raping her.
“A buttslut like you will probably even enjoy this,” you say.
“Enjoy what?” she murmurs sleepily.
You lift her butt up, and she frowns as she feels the sharp tip of the tree limb against her plush butt.
“This,” you say, shifting her slightly so the branch is pointed directly at her asshole, and ram her forward.
A full foot of hard, sharp wood slides up Fluttershy’s cum-glazed intestines. Her eyes open wide, a startled squeak coming from her mouth, her forelegs tightening their grip on you as she processes what’s happening to her. Then you shove again, and her chance to scream at the agony is lost as the branch rips her insides open.
Blood spurts from her mouth, her wings flapping crazily as her body attempts to get away, but you take a deep breath and push again. You can feel her guts tearing, feel things moving inside her, and you’re so fucking hard again feeling this mareslut dying in your hands.
She’s panting, gurgling, crimson falling from her lips and squirting from her twice-violated anus as you press forward again. With one last push, the bloody tip of the tree branch pushes its way out of her mouth, and as you pull back and leave her hanging there, legs thrashing, wings twitching, you see her eyes cross to stare at the reddened wood.
The sensations tearing through her must be absolutely overwhelming, and you can’t resist grabbing her pussy, rubbing her clit. Her eyes roll back, and as you slide your fingers into her you can feel her clamp down.
“Oh, fuck, you’re cumming to this? You fucking whore,” you say, voice rough with lust as you masturbate.
The last thing Fluttershy sees is your cum splurting all over her face as she dies.
“A-and he just left her there?” Rainbow Dash spluttered.
“I’m afraid so,” Princess Celestia said, lowering her gaze demurely. The crystalline screens to her left and right were playing high-resolution video, multiple angles of Fluttershy’s brutal anal rape and horrific impalement. “The scrying is quite clear. Twilight?”
The purple pony jumped as if stung, then shook herself. “Ahh, yes, your Majesty. It appears this creature is called a ‘human.’ If my spellwork is accurate, he was sent here through a naturally-appearing portal that has since vanished.”
She took a deep breath. “That was so… so awful to see. Poor Fluttershy.”
“At least it looked like she came really, really hard!” Pinkie Pie said brightly, bouncing on her hindquarters. “I mean, wow!”
“Pinkie!” Rarity hissed. “Darling, I must protest. This isn’t the time or the place!”
Even though she’s right was the unspoken thought of every mare in the room.
Fluttershy had cum really, really hard.
“What are we going to do to him?” Applejack said. “He’s a rapist. And a murderer. He just left her danglin’ there and went to sleep like a baby.” She glared around the room. “It ain’t right.”
Princess Luna stepped forward. “I have investigated our visitor’s dreams,” she said, and her dark face burned darker with a blush. “He… appears to believe that he is in a dream right now. This place, Equestria. He believes none of it is real. He believes that he is acting out his fantasies in a fantasy.”
“Truly believes? With all his heart?” Princess Celestia said.
“With all his heart,” Luna confirmed.
“I cannot punish someone who has not intentionally committed a crime,” Celestia said firmly.
There was only the faintest trace of a tremor in her voice. She cleared her throat. “We will simply have to see how things proceed. You are dismissed. Be cautious.”
The ponies filed slowly out of the audience chamber. When the last one had gone, the two alicorn princesses looked at each other.
Celestia let out a gasping breath, and stood up from her throne. Where she’d been sitting there was a puddle of mare juices.
Luna gave a shaky laugh.
“You too, sister?” she said.
“All of them, too. I could smell it on them. Such adorable little sluts,” Celestia said, shaking her head with a smile. “We’ll have to keep scrying closely, won’t we, dear Luna?”
Luna smiled back. “Indeed we will. I wonder which of them will seek him out first?”
Celestia shivered. “I can’t wait to see.”
Her horn flared as she began to magically rub her wet pussy, staring at the scryed recording of Fluttershy’s murderous anal rape on her crystal screens.
Beside her, Luna followed her example, and soon the throne room was filled with the gasps and moans of the two most powerful mares in all Equestria as they imagined what might soon happen to the remaining five ponies – as they dared to imagine what might possibly happen even to them.
Author's Note
The characterizations here are based on wiki dives, watching a few clips, and consuming some pony R34 content. I'd love to hear how accurate the characters/voices are, and who you'd like to see snuffed next.
We'll see how far into the main six ponies we get.
Inspired in many ways by this series of MLP songs I stumbled on: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLvnphC6j1PEF0NQqgUaSULQ1VCzibKvH

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                 Pinkie's Fatal Throatfuck                 
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Pinkie's Fatal Throatfuck
There was a low, whispering wind blowing in the trees when he woke up. He blinked and stretched, shifting as he tried to figure out why he was lying on the ground outside.  
Then he turned to look at the tree he was laying against, and saw the impaled corpse of Fluttershy, her face painted with his dried cum and frozen in an expression of ecstatic agony.  
Things jumbled together in his brain, then sorted themselves out in the only way that made any damn sense.  
This is a really weird dream, he thought to himself. I hope I remember it.  
Violating Fluttershy’s hot little pony butthole, making her cum on his dick, and ruthlessly ripping her life away by shredding her guts with the tree limb had been the high water mark of his life. Sad, but there you have it.  
The moon was still visible in the dark sky as morning approached, and he saw the lights of Ponyville an easy walk away.
Pinkie Pie whistled, hummed, and sang to herself as she prepared the day’s dough and assorted confectionery treats. It took a lot of work before sun-up to keep a bakery as popular as Mr. and Mrs. Cake’s going!  
There was a knock on the door, and the pink pony set down her bowlful of batter and sashayed over to open it.  
Standing in the doorway was a human.  
Pinkie Pie squealed with delight.  
“Oh, hi there, Anon! Please come in!” she said, bouncing on her hooves. “It’s so good to see you!”  
“What did you call me?” he asked, walking in to the cafe. The ceilings were fortunately extremely high for ponies, which made them fairly comfortable for a tall human.  
“Don’t worry about it!” Pinkie said brightly. “Oh, it’s too early for me to have baked anything fresh for you. Did Fluttershy’s asshole feel as good as it looked like it felt yesterday?”  
“I… what?” A red flush crept up his face. “How the fuck did you know about that?”  
The human pushed Pinkie Pie back until her butt smacked into the counter, making her giggle.  
“We all saw it, silly. It’s magic.”  
His mind was racing. This may just be a dream, but he didn’t want it to take a turn away from pretty little ponies and towards Equestrian jail. “And…”  
“And it was really, really hot!” Pinkie Pie said, her eyes shining. “The way you stallionhandled her, those noises she made while you were raping her! It seemed like she had a really great time getting buttraped!”  
She frowned slightly. “At least until you slaughtered her, and even then it looked like she was still cumming. I’m getting all worked up just thinking about it.”  
With a hop, she landed on the counter and spread her legs. “Just look at me!”  
He looked.  
Between her slightly jiggling thighs was a perfect little fuchsia pony pussy, gleaming with moisture, capped by a beautiful round clit like a pink pearl.  
“Like what you see, Anon?” she said. “You wanna make me a cream pie? Stuff me like a doughnut?”  
It was simply too much. He grabbed Pinkie Pie by the tail, and she yipped with surprise as he hoisted her in the air. Hooking her hindlegs over his shoulders, he buried his face between her thighs.  
Pinkie Pie gave a shriek of excited laughter as his nose pressed against her clit, his tongue thrusting into her juicy pussy.  
She tasted great. She was sweet and slightly salty, and the scent of her sexy pony body was getting into his head. Lifting up slightly, he sucked her clit into his mouth, and her giggles dissolved into a moan of absolute pleasure.  
Her thighs were clasped tight around his head, and he could feel her earth pony strength, but he was so much bigger than her that even if she wanted to fight him there was no way she could stop what was coming.  
He kept licking, lapping up her wetness as she wriggled in his grasp. Then he reached around her and squeezed her clit, hard, and her whole body stiffened as she orgasmed in his arms.  
He let her spasm for a few moments, enjoying the sounds she was making.  
“Oh, wow, Anon!” she said eventually. “That was… wow!”  
He dropped her on the countertop and shucked his pants in record time. Grabbing her by her curly hair, he rolled her onto her belly, her round little butt sticking over the edge, her hot and ready pussy fully on display.  
“Oh boy! I can’t wait to feel what Flutter… AHN!”  
Pinkie’s commentary momentarily broke off as he buried his massive human cock in her wet pony love tunnel. His thrust pressed her down and forward, rubbing her clit along the smooth surface of the counter.  
Pinkie Pie had never fucked anything with hands, which meant that she had never had her hair pulled during sex, and she was discovering that she really, really liked it. The pain made a super-hot counterpoint to the overwhelming pleasure of Anon’s human dick stretching her pussy open, and the feeling of being controlled, bridled, by his hand tight in her mane was making her brain do funny things.  
It was also making her cum, even harder than him eating her pussy had. She writhed underneath him, flattened between him and the counter as he railed her harder than any stallion ever had.  
“Oh, Anon!”  
The slippery wet sounds of his cock pounding her insides and the slap of his hips against her buttcheeks punctuated her words.  
“Oh, Celestia that’s good! Oh, Anon! Oh my gosh! You’re so big!”  
An endless stream of pony babble spilled out of her, like he was fucking the words out of her as he skewered her on his dick. After a few minutes of it, he clamped his right hand around her mouth, his left still tightly clenched in her mane, and he bore down hard on her.  
Noises still leaked out around his palm, but it was much quieter, and he relished the juicy sound of her cunt, the feeling of his cockhead gliding over her pussy walls as she spasmed in orgasm around him.  
He let go of her hair and hooked his fingers into her cheeks, buried himself inside her, and grunted savagely as he pumped her full of virile human sperm. Pinkie Pie’s eyes rolled back as she felt his seed jetting into her womb, any attempt to speak lost in pure sensation.  
Breathing hard, he stepped back, leaving her cum-stuffed pony pussy still sticking over the edge of the counter.  
His erection had started to subside, but that sight made him twitch back towards full erection.  
“Anon, that felt so-o-o-o-o GOOD!” Pinkie said, his sperm dripping down her thighs. “I can’t move my legs!”  
He frowned, looking down at himself and thinking about planting his dick up her tight marebutt.  
“I mean, wow! I can tell you’re going to be a favorite with all my friends! I mean, except for Fluttershy, because you kinda… y’know, murdered her.”  
She slipped a hoof under her body between her legs, coated it with his sperm, then pulled it up by her face to lick it.  
“You’re even better than cream filling. I could get addicted to this!”  
His face twitched slightly.  
Pinkie Pie’s randomness was extremely cute in small doses in the show, but in person…  
“Hey, you should...”  
He never learned what he should do, because what he did do was scoop Pinkie Pie’s unresisting body up, flip her around, and lay her on the counter on her back with her head poking over the side.  
Then when she opened her mouth to say something, he shoved his hard, dripping dick between her luscious pink lips and rammed his cock right down her throat.  
Pinkie’s esophagus felt even better than her pussy had, and the knowledge that he was shutting her nonsense patter up, that she was tasting his cum and her own juices on her tongue as he throatfucked her, made him feel incredible. He pushed in as far as he could go, laying his nuts on her face, covering her nose. He could feel her velvety-soft nostrils pressed against his skin, and he laughed as he felt her struggling to breath.  
“You like that, you little pink slut?” he said, reaching down to grip her clit. Her body thrummed underneath him, hooves flailing as his cock down her throat and his balls covering her nostrils cut off her supply of oxygen.  
He pulled out slightly, and she sucked in air, scented heavily with the musky smell of his ballsweat, before he pushed back in, his girth straining her throat and cutting off her breath.  
She couldn’t see, she could only feel his fingers crushing her clit, the sweet pain of it, his cock throbbing in her throat, he was so big and so hard, she could taste him, her head was full of his spicy smell, she couldn’t breathe, she…  
Her body vibrated beneath him as he moved just enough to pleasure himself, keeping her airways blocked, feeling her helpless motions as important parts of her brain slowly shut down. It was intoxicating. He increased his pace, slamming the back of her head against the counter as he pounded her face.  
“Yeah, you fucking pony whore, you’re gonna die like that. Choking on a human’s dick with a pussy full of human jizz. You stupid pink cum dumpster.”  
The degrading insults slivered into what remained of Pinkie Pie’s consciousness, and through her growing concussion, as a wave of blackness rushed towards her, she tensed in the last, hardest orgasm of her entire short life.  
He felt her clamp down, then relax as she fell into unconsciousness, and the feeling of power that surged through him at the knowledge that he was taking her useless, slutty life with his cock sent him over the edge. He groaned as his balls tightened against her face, pumping a load bigger than he thought himself capable of into her clasping throat.  
He pulled out slightly and shot even more sperm into her mouth, filling it up, making it jet out of her nostrils and splash onto the floor.  
Pinkie Pie was still alive, just barely, and he saw her chest hitch as she tried to breathe. All she accomplished was sucking his cum down into her lungs. She spluttered and twitched one last time as she drowned in his semen, her eyes half-shutting, the dancing mischief in them dying as she died.  
Then Pinkie Pie was gone and there was just a corpse laying on the counter, frosted with fresh human baby batter.  
Anon blew out a breath and looked at the excessive amount of jizz coating the dead pink pony, dripping from her face and out her nostrils. It looked like she was crying his spunk. He had never cum that much, or recovered so fast. “Must be something in the air,” he said, then laughed. “This is definitely a dream.”
Author's Note
I'm very interested in hearing from avid show-watchers about my characterizations. Do the characters' voices ring true?
I'm enjoying this project. Who would you like to see snuffed next? Leaning towards gutting Applejack.

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                 Applejack Spills Her Guts                 
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Author's Note
This chapter contains rape and gutting and a mare cumming her brains out to both. Also some sister/sister incest between the princesses and Rarity being a butt slut.
Applejack Spills Her Guts
The sun was high in the sky as Anon wandered through the technicolor fantasyland of Equestria. Somehow, everything was exactly the same as he thought it would be from the show, but also completely different. The perspective of being in the show, in this dream, was so altered that he couldn’t find his way around a landscape he knew like his own neighborhood.
He was still a little high from the events of the last few hours – possibly actually high as well, from whatever swamp magic had fueled the potion that banished his hangover.
Thinking of the potion made him think of Fluttershy, which made him think of Fluttershy moaning and cumming as he buttfucked her, which made his cock throb in his pants. He reached down to rearrange his erection.
Simultaneously, he realized the air was fragrant with apples, and he saw a rope drop across his vision. Then there was an almighty jerk from behind, and he was flying through the air, dragged by the lasso holding his arms to his midsection.
He slammed into a tree hard enough to knock the wind out of him, and an orange hoof crashed into the tree next to his head, hard enough to leave a perfect horseshoe mark and shake the whole tree. Vision swimming from the violent movement, Anon quickly focused on the furious, flushed face of Applejack.
“You’ve got a heck of a lot of nerve, coming around here after what you did to Fluttershy!”
She picked up the end of the lasso and quickly ran around the tree, tying him tightly against it. With that done, she returned to stand in front of him.
“I saw it all. Princess Celestia might not think you realize what you’re doing, but I know different.”
Anon’s eyebrows raised. “Pinkie Pie said something like that. You all… saw it?”
Applejack’s cheeks darkened further. “Yeah, we all saw you rape her. And we saw…”
“Oh, shit,” Anon said. “You all watched her cum while I buttfucked her?”
“Well… yes.”
“And while I was impaling her slutty little asshole on that tree branch?”
“Yes!” Applejack shouted.
Then her eyes widened. “Did you say Pinkie Pie?”
“Yep, I was just at Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie’s even sluttier than Fluttershy. Or was sluttier.”
“Oh, Celestia,” Applejack said faintly. She sat down on her haunches, her belly suddenly full of butterflies, remembering Pinkie’s excited reaction to Fluttershy’s violent slaughter. “She probably just let you do it, didn’t she?”
Anon nodded. “She was really into it.”
His eyes narrowed. “Kinda seems like you’re pretty into it, too.”
She glared at him. “I’m not!” she snapped. “I’m just…”
When Applejack had been younger, she had witnessed a horrible accident at the sawmill. A distant cousin of hers, a pretty red mare named Winesap, had slipped up and fallen right across a spinning sawblade.
The steel blade had torn her belly open in an instant, spilling her guts across the mill floor, her screams joining with the scream of the saw.
Applejack had watched in horror as Winesap tried to pull herself up, to get away from the blade, but with that awful wound she was too weak, and she just sank down further on the blade. Before anyone could turn it off she was almost completely sliced in half.
Winesap had died sobbing and hopelessly trying to scoop her intestines back into her ruined belly.
It had tormented Applejack for years, nightmares and daytime terrors filling her until as she aged out of fillyhood the uncomfortable feelings those memories brought mingled with the hormonal energies of a young mare.
Soon she was humping her hooves to the conflicted, frightening, but intensely arousing thoughts of what it would feel like to be opened up like that, to feel her guts slopping out of her body. To feel the helplessness, the terror and the raw sensation of it.
Ponies’ reproductive cycle allowed them to enjoy sex year-round, but during the breeding season mares would experience a series of roughly week-long estrus cycles. When she was properly in heat, Applejack would masturbate for hours. More often than not, she was thinking about being gutted.
“You’re spacing out. What were you thinking about?”
Applejack was feeling flustered. “None of your dang business, you scum-sucking pink monkey,” she snarled.
“Did you like watching your friend wriggling while I tore her guts up?” Anon pressed.
As he spoke, he fished his pocket knife out of his back pocket. Applejack wasn’t used to tying up creatures equipped with hands and pockets and pocket knives. He just had to keep her off-balance so she wouldn’t notice what he was doing.
For her part, Applejack was struggling mightily. She was thinking about Fluttershy’s guts, about the wooden spike gouging its way through them, about the blood and the agony.
She was wishing, horribly, that he had sliced Fluttershy’s straining tummy open and let those ruined insides gush out into the air.
“You don’t know a darn thing about me!” she said, getting back on all fours despite her shaking knees. She was aching with arousal, and she tried to lie to herself that she was thinking about something, anything except what was actually turning her on so much.
“Maybe I should put my hooves through your monkey skull, no matter what Princess Celestia says.”
“What did Princess Celestia say?”
He was sawing at the rope now, fascinated by the conflict he saw stamped on Applejack’s honest face, in her body language, even as he thought about the massive power of her kicks that she’d just displayed right next to his head.
“She’s got this cockamamie idea that you think you’re dreaming,” Applejack said bitterly. She looked up at him through eyes dark with anger and lust. “I say dreams like that oughta be a hanging offense regardless.”
The hair on the back of her neck was standing up, and it was getting increasingly difficult not to arch her back. Her belly was tingling, heat spreading through her body.
“This is the best dream I’ve ever had,” Anon said, with perfect honesty.
The last strand of the rope parted, and before Applejack could react Anon had pushed away from the tree and tackled her. She screamed in surprise, and he wasn’t surprised at the hint of a moan in the sound as they crashed together into a fencepost.
He could smell her oddly sweet sweat as they struggled together on the ground. Applejack was strong, and those hooves were deadly weapons.
He just had to keep her off balance.
So he shoved his hand between her legs and got a tight grip on her slippery-wet marehood.
Applejack’s eyes rolled back in her head and she sort of curled towards him as the pressure of his hand on her nethers broke through all her efforts to restrain her twisted lust.
“Get your darn hands off…” she snarled, but then her hips rolled against her will, pressing her mare pussy against his hand, and her voice trailed off in a moan as she squeezed her eyes shut, cheeks hot with shame.
He might not have much time before she recovered, so he knew he had to act fast. Applejack might be ridiculously strong for her size, but she was still pony-sized.
Hooking his left arm under her forelegs, he hoisted her up, her back to his belly. Her lower legs fell slightly open, and he took full advantage. Before she could react, his hand was covering her vulnerable pussy, his middle and ring fingers thrusting into her tight, wet heat.
“Stop that!” she pleaded. “I’m…”
He bit her ear and ground the heel of his hand hard against her clit, and she threw her head back and moaned.
“You really, really liked watching me fuck up Fluttershy’s organs, huh?”
“I didn’t!”
“Aren’t you supposed to be honest?” he said. Pulling his fingers out of her, he squeezed her clit hard. “This is honest, at least. It’s telling me you need to get fucked.”
A whirlwind of thoughts and feelings spun through Applejack’s overstimulated head. Anger, hate, lust, humiliated pleasure, a million potential actions.
As he draped her forelegs over the fence, she landed on an easy excuse.
I’ll just let him scratch my itch a little. Then when I’ve gotten my rocks off and I can focus, I’ll break his darn head open.
It seemed like a reasonable compromise between her brain’s need for revenge and her pussy’s need for a good hard rutting. She felt her back curving, presenting herself for his use, and she sucked in a breath as she felt his body pressing against her.
Applejack had only ever slept with stallions, and she was used to their mostly-cylindrical cocks. But Anon was much larger than a stallion, and when she felt the comparatively enormous bulge of his cockhead pushing insistently against her pussy, she started to have second thoughts.
“Now wait just a minute, there’s no way that’s gonna fi-i-I-I-I-T!”
Her eyes opened wide, her protest rising into an unusually high-pitched sound as his hard human dick stretched her pony pussy past anything it was ready for. If she hadn’t been dripping wet at her horribly violent fantasies, he would never have been able to get inside her.
But she was, and he did, and that massive presence was pushing in. He slid deeper inside her, her slippery pussy walls clasping tight against him and sending fluttery zaps all over her body.
She could feel it in her skin, in her belly, hammering in her heart as the man who’d raped and murdered her friend Fluttershy, who’d slaughtered that stupid slut Pinkie Pie, claimed her aching equine cunt.
He was grunting and groaning behind her as he shoved himself inside, ruthlessly taking her, and it felt like her first time again. She was on fire, she was in heat, she could almost feel her organs shifting out of the way to make room for that monster cock.
And his fingers found her clit, and she clasped the fence with her forelegs for dear life as she came on his hard girth.
“Jeez, that was even faster than Pinkie Pie,” Anon said, leaning in and nuzzling her neck. She started to say something and he bit, hard, his tongue tasting her sweat.
Words vanished, and there was nothing but pure, raw sex.
It was like nothing she’d ever felt. The sensations bubbled up through her nervous system into her brain, filling it up until it felt like she was swelling with the sheer overpowering sense of getting fucked.
He gripped her tail with his left hand and roughly shoved his right thumb up her asshole, and she wailed as the fresh stimulus rocked her.
My guts! My guts!
That pressure in her butt seemed to reverberate through her innards until she couldn’t bear it anymore.
“What did you say?”
“Oh, Celestia! Oh, I can feel you in my guts!” she moaned.
“That’s right, you little slut,” he said, pumping his thumb in and out of her butthole as he fucked her. It was igniting an awful, tingling anticipation inside her belly, little butterfly thrills spreading through her organs, pulsating inside her. It was felt so wonderful and so unbearable that it made her lightheaded.
“I’m gonna… I’m…”
“You’re what?”
“I’m gonna cave your skull in, you freak!” she hissed as her thighs shook with another climax.
He stopped his thrusting and stepped back, and the feeling of him slowly pulling out of her made Applejack shudder.
Cocking his head, he looked at her. She was shivering and sweating, her forelegs still thrown over the fence, her ass cocked up for him, and she was looking back at him with hooded eyes, the need for revenge submerged in orgasmic pleasure.
“Why didn’t you knock my block off when you had me lassoed?” he suddenly asked.
“I…”
Applejack stammered, her chest throbbing. She thought she could feel her pulse in her pussy, juicing her up.
“I think you wanted something from me,” he mused, tapping his lips with his finger. He took a step away and picked his pocket knife up from the ground.
Applejack moaned, then he pressed the tip of the knife against her belly, just below her sternum.
She stood stock still, eyes vibrating, mouth open, lost in another world.
She should move. She should get away, she should break his bones and end his life, but she felt like she was trapped in gelatin.
Oh Celestia, I don’t want what Fluttershy got!
The tingling in her guts increased until she felt like she was buzzing.
Then he pushed his knife a few inches into her belly, and her tail shot straight up in the air, her juices dripping down her thighs as the fiery pain lanced up to meet that strange sensation inside her.
A low, helpless groan came from her lips as he pulled downwards, drawing a bloody red line down her soft tummy as he unzipped her.
“Ahn! No! I- fuck!”
Applejack could feel her innards pushing at that long wound, only her own musculature holding it mostly shut. She swung her head down, and framed between her forelegs she could see a tiny loop of intestine poking out of her sliced-open belly.
It’s happening it’s happening it’s really happening
Anon planted his cock against her twitching pony butthole and roughly shoved inside.
Primed by his fingers, his cock slick with her juices, Applejack’s tight hole yielded to him easily.
As he thrust his dick into her, the red line on her belly opened up at the force. With a wave of pressure and pain and that bizarre tingling, Applejack’s insides started slopping out of her torn tummy.
“You’re… you’re fucking my guts out! You’re fucking me empty-y-y-y!” she wailed.
Every hard push into her sent more of her innards out of her, wet slurping sounds from her disembowelment mixing with the obscene sounds of this filthy creature from another world violating her asshole. It sang in her head like music as her body rocked under his anal assault.
“It hurts so much! Oh, Celestia! It hurts!”
She squirmed there, underneath him, suspended in agony as his hard-driving dick buttfucked her into a state of empty orgasmic fugue.
Empty. Empty like… Oh, fuck, like her belly was being emptied. She stared as more and more of her organs slid out of her, landing on the ground in a wet pile.
It hurt. It hurt in ways that she never could have imagined hurting.
And hanging there against the fence, in more pain than a pony should ever be expected to stand, Applejack’s asshole tightened hard around the throbbing human cock buttraping her.
“I’m… cumming...” she gurgled.
His hips were slapping against her ass as he drove himself balls deep into her burning hot insides. Slap-slap-slap, and every slap brought a new overpowering feeling as she spilled herself onto the grass.
He’s fucking me to death. I’m dead. I’m cumming myself to death. He’s fucking my guts out of me and I’m going to die on his dick.
Images spun in her head. Her farm, her work, her friends, her brother and sister. Her cousin Winesap shrieking as she tried to scoop her guts back into her ripped-open belly.
Applejack gave a breathy sigh, throwing her head back, eyes shut as she felt the last of her innards fall free.
She felt so… hollow.
Through her mental fog she felt him push as deep as he could into her, felt his alien jizz squirting into her, felt him pull out and spray a jet of white cum up her back.
Then her hind legs buckled and she keeled over on her side, panting weakly, her hooves moving unconsciously towards the pile of her insides.
She saw herself trying to pull them back towards her, and she gave a cross between a laugh and a sob at the pain of her hooves scraping against her organs.
He knelt near her head, hard and dripping, and she whimpered as he came again, splattering her straining face with his human sperm.
“Looked like that was pretty intense, Applejack,” he said. He hefted the knife and her eyes locked onto it.
“I’m never going to have another dream like this,” he said, and drove the blade hard into her throat.
Applejack’s eyes flared wide, her body bucking as the blood pumped out over his hands and her death agony filled her.
She had failed. Failed at making him understand he wasn’t dreaming. Failed at getting revenge. Failed even at not cumming herself brainless on his stupid human dick raping her to death.
All those feelings softened and turned white, fluttering away like flower petals, as Applejack shivered, and bled, and died.
The Canterlot throne room was filled with stunned silence except for heavy breathing. Then Rarity let out a sharp gasp, shifting her hips as she sat on the floor, and bent forward, shaking. Her purple mane hung over her blushing face as she recovered from her involuntary public orgasm.
“Princess Celestia, what are we going to do?” Twilight asked, looking lost. “He still thinks he’s dreaming! Are we going to let him...”
She swallowed, the words thick in her throat. “Are we going to let him just… rape and kill as many ponies as he wants?”
For a moment that thought simply hung suspended in each pony’s brain. Rarity’s hips were slowly rotating, rubbing her shapely bottom against the floor. Rainbow Dash just stood at attention, trembling and angry.
Celestia smiled softly at her protégé. “It is injustice to punish someone who has no evil intent,” she said.
“I’d say that qualifies as ‘evil intent!’” Rainbow Dash broke in. “He cut Applejack’s belly open and fucked her guts right out of her!”
“Darling, please!” Rarity said, standing up on wobbly legs. She held her tail demurely down, but the other ponies caught glimpses of the jeweled butt plug she’d been grinding on. “Let’s not be crass. He simply needs someone to explain the situation to him. Someone who can break it to him gently.”
She shot a cool glance at Rainbow Dash, who rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“And someone who can magic herself out of trouble!” Twilight Sparkle said, nodding.
“Fluttershy didn’t fly herself out of trouble,” Rainbow Dash said. “She didn’t have time. I should go! I can knock some sense into this bozo before he sees me coming!”
“No one will be knocking anything into anyone, Rainbow Dash,” Celestia admonished her. “He doesn’t know what he is doing. Rarity, I accept your generous offer. Please try to speak some reason to this human interloper.”
Rarity nodded, turned, and strolled out of the audience room, her princess plug glinting despite her efforts at modestly covering it with her tail. Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle followed. As she left the room, Twilight Sparkle turned back towards the princesses, and seemed about to say something, but she shivered and walked away.
Princess Celestia let a slow smile cross her face as she turned to her sister. “What sort of dreams has Miss Rarity been having the past few nights?”
Luna laughed. “I think you know, sister.”
Celestia licked her lips and lay back, letting her forehooves slide down between her creamy white thighs.
“I know,” she said. “But tell me anyway.”
Luna bent in and put her lips next to her sister’s ear. “She’s been dreaming of that human,” she breathed.
“Oh, yes...” Celestia hissed, her hips rolling as she ground against her ornamented hooves.
“She’s been dreaming of him breaking into her boutique. Of fighting him, and failing.”
“That slut would never even try to fight,” Celestia said, her voice rough with need.
Luna laughed again, then gave a little sound of surprise as Celestia’s horn flared and a lick of magic sizzled against her sopping wet nether regions.
“She dreams about losing… and about him bending her over her work table, and putting his fat human cock up against her pussy, and raping her full of his hot human cum.”
By now both sisters were on the edge, Celestia’s hooves rubbing fast against her needy pussy, her magic sliding into Luna’s tight cunt.
“What then?” she gasped.
“He wraps his… oh, fuck… wraps those strange finger things around her neck, and just squeezes!”
“Until?”
“Until she cums like crazy! Until she blacks out from it, until she fucking dies on that huge cock of his! Oh, sister!”
The two tall, elegant princesses shuddered in orgasm as they imagined what poor pretty Rarity had been fantasizing about… and what that brute of a human was going to do to her lovely equine body.

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                       Rarity Ruined                       
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Author's Note
Rarity's delightful, probably my favorite pony. I knew I wanted to shatter her horn.
This chapter contains oral, vaginal, anal, horn-snapping, partial impalement, and brain destruction via blade.
I'm very interested in your thoughts on 1) What should happen to Rainbow Dash, 2) Whether Twilight Sparkle should be a unicorn or alicorn, and 3) The princesses and whether they go willingly to their fate for the sake of the orgasms.
Rarity Ruined
In her boutique, Rarity pursed her lips and pondered.
She had gotten herself off half a dozen times since arriving home, then made herself a cup of tea, and her head was finally clear enough to seriously consider the task before her.
“But just where is the brute?” she said aloud. “I can’t very well track him down on hoof, and I can’t convince him he isn’t dreaming if I don’t find him somehow.”
She narrowed her eyes, wondering if she should enlist her sister’s friends to search, then dismissing the idea. Even if they were of age, just barely, she couldn’t in good conscience send three teenage fillies after a murderous rapist.
Shaking her head to dispel the images that thought conjured up, Rarity gasped. “Of course!” she said, her horn flaring blue as she floated her only book of magic over to her table. “My gem-finding spell!”
She flicked through the pages, easily finding her favorite spell, and peered closely at the old book. “Ah-ha! I knew I remembered something about this!”
With a toss of her mane, she closed her eyes, and her horn flashed brightly as she cast her spell. The gem-finding spell was easily modified to search out other rare items – it wouldn’t find a specific pony, but the only human in Equestria? Simple!
A flicker of blue light appeared, pointing like a compass out towards the Apple family farmlands, and Rarity followed it, trotting out her door only to run face-first into Anon’s chest.
She yipped in alarm, her asshole clenching involuntarily as she stared up into his face.
“Why… why hello, human,” she said. “I was just looking for you.”
“Have you been watching me, too?” he asked, walking into her boutique, Rarity retreating nervously before him.
“Oh, you know… Maybe?” She gave a slightly manic giggle. “I mean, it’s not every day you see that sort of thing, darling!”
His eyebrows shot up, his cock twitching in his pants. Darling. He would have killed in the waking world to hear Rarity call him that.
She cleared her throat primly. “So, I’m given to understand that you believe yourself to be in a dream, is that right?”
He frowned. “Never had someone ask me that in a dream,” he said. He reached forward and took her chin in his hand, rubbing her cheeks, and she gave a slightly shaky sigh before pulling away.
“I warn you, if you try anything I’m going to have to restrain you,” she said, stomping a hoof and trying to sound firm.
“That’s cool,” he said. He leaned in and drew in a deep breath through his nose. “You smell really good, you know that?”
Rarity blushed. “Flattery will get you nowhere!” she said. “You need to snap out of this… this delusion, before you get yourself in worse trouble than you’re already in.”
“Let’s assume this is real,” Anon said, unbuckling his belt. “I’ve already killed three ponies, right?”
“Raped and killed,” Rarity corrected him. Her eyes couldn’t stop tracking his hands, looking at those fingers of his, imagining how they’d feel on her, or inside her.
“That’s not fair, Pinkie Pie wanted it,” he protested, dropping his belt on the floor and unbuttoning his pants.
“Pinkie Pie, rest her soul, would have slept with a manticore,” Rarity said drily.
She swallowed hard as he pulled his shirt over his head and a whiff of his masculine scent hit her.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting naked.”
“I can see that!”
“Why ask, then?”
He shucked his pants and tossed them aside, and whatever Rarity was about to say evaporated as she took in the size of his hard cock.
“Oh, my word!” she finally managed to squeak out. “It’s even bigger in person!”
He shrugged. “Equestrian air suits me,” he said, stepping closer until his cock was bobbing right in front of her face. The smell of him floated towards her, teasing her nostrils, making her pupils dilate.
“This is quite improper,” she said, her voice breathy. “I mean, this is… so un-gentlecoltly.”
“I’m not a colt,” he reminded her. He moved his hips and his cockhead brushed against her snout. She sucked in a lungful of his heady aroma without thinking, and moaned.
“Anyway, think about this,” he said. She looked up at him with a befuddled expression. “I’ve killed three of you sluts, raped a couple of you, you’ve all cum your brains out while I murdered you, and you’re telling me the princesses have just been watching and letting me do it? You’re telling me that’s not a dream?”
Rarity opened her mouth to answer, and he grabbed her head by the horn and mane and pulled her forward, filling her mouth with his cockhead.
The fashion pony gurgled an abortive protest, then squealed around his dick as he pushed in farther. She could feel that puffy, purplish knob on the end of his penis pressing against the entrance to her throat, and then he was through, his cock was in her throat, and she felt his balls slapping her chin as he literally fucked her face.
His girth punching into her throat hurt like the worst sore throat she’d ever had, his pelvis smacking her snout making her eyes water and run as he ravaged her mouth until black streaks of mascara covered her pretty white face.
Every time he pulled out she took as deep a breath through her nose as she could, his pheromones and the oxygen deprivation making her weak in the knees.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, she remembered her threat to him, and with a supreme effort she felt her horn tingle and spark and a whirl of blue light shoved the human backwards. His cock popped out of her mouth as he stumbled and rolled away from her, impelled by her telekinetic magic, and she coughed and sputtered, drool dripping from her lips.
“You… you savage!” she rasped. “Treating a lady like a… like a common whore!”
He laughed. “If this is a dream, you’ll be soaking wet.”
She gaped at him, trying to catch her breath.
“I’m not… that wouldn’t...”
Her mind was whirling, trying to formulate an argument. She was soaking wet, she was so turned on that it was interfering with her magic, but that didn’t mean this was a dream, she was just…
I’m just a slut for this monster and his huge dick.
She barely even noticed as he walked back towards her. Then he was next to her, and those lovely fingers were gliding across her back, sending tingles through her body. He cradled her face with his left hand, and her eyes stared wide at nothing as he brushed past her lovely tail and pressed his hand against her melting-hot pussy.
“Jesus Christ, that got you fired up,” he said, low in her ear as he drew her down to the floor. She didn’t resist as he rolled her onto her back.
“What are you doing to me?” she said, her legs parting. “I’ve never...”
Rarity had enjoyed plenty of discreet flings with tasteful, wealthy stallions, and a few rougher nights with rougher sorts when she was in one of her low spots with the drinking, but she had never tried a position like this. On her back on the floor, the coolness of the boards oddly pleasant, face-to-face with her lover…
With a masochistic thrill, the lovely mare realized her body had already accepted the fact that she was about to get fucked.
Then he nuzzled his cockhead against her pussy and slowly began to push.
His fat human cock opened her up like nothing ever had before, and as his length slid against her stiff, sensitive clit, her thighs shuddered with the sensation.
“Oh, Celestia!” she cried. “You’re too big! I’m going to die!”
“Stop being dramatic,” he said, pausing halfway inside her. “This isn’t going to kill you.”
Bending down, crushing her body between him and the floor, he pulled out slightly and then rammed his entire length inside her in one hard thrust, and Rarity screamed, her horn sparking as she came.
He plowed her like a wheat field, fucking her until the floor rattled, and she rolled her head left and right to try and release some of the overpowering feelings burning through her. He was so fucking thick, he was pounding her mercilessly, her clit was shooting skin-tingling lightning bolts over her whole dainty body.
Then he grabbed her painfully hard by the mane, turned her face towards him, and kissed her hard on the lips, his eyes locked with hers, and Rarity’s brain melted completely.
She felt like her whole body was full of warm pink fog, her head floating as electric storms of orgasm roiled around her. She felt the wooden floor beneath her, felt the bruising pressure of his jackhammer fucking, and it felt amazing.
He pulled his head away and grinned at her, showing his sharp omnivore teeth, and she felt a surge of maniacal lust.
“You’re ravaging me, you beast! You animal! You’re fucking me to pieces!”
The filthy words he was pounding out of her energized him, making him screw her even harder, driving her across the floor with the force of his strokes. The brutality seemed to spur her own disordered pleasure, making her perfect pony pussy flutter and squeeze around him.
“Generous, huh? I bet you’re generous with this stupid cunt of yours, aren’t you?”
“How dare you! Ahhhn!”
“I bet you like it up the ass, don’t you? A slutty pony like you?”
She couldn’t answer, she just stared down beneath her legs as he slowly pulled his hard length out of her cunt and put his head against her twitching pony butthole. Her belly heaved, shaking with anticipation.
“I’ve never had… anything quite so big… back there,” she panted. “Oh, Celestia!”
He rubbed his cockhead in little circles on her sensitive hole, and she shuddered, her hips rolling up at him.
“You’re a real little butt slut, aren’t you?”
“You mustn’t say such things!” she said, glassy-eyed.
“But you are, I can feel your asshole kissing my dick.”
Rarity bit her foreleg to stifle the sinful sounds coming from her mouth.
“Here, I’ll give you a little taste,” he said, and with a brief push, his cockhead popped past the muscular ring of her butthole and into her guts.
Rarity’s eyes rolled back and she bit her leg so hard that she broke the skin, little red trickles smearing her painted lips. She lay stock still, muscles vibrating from the intensely sexual feelings coursing through her.
“Ooh, look at that,” he said, gloating. “Let’s put this generous hole to use, huh?”
Slowly, painfully, wonderfully thick and deliciously hard, his cock opened up her tight asshole. His cockhead pressed in like an invading army, gliding along the insides of her colon, sending amazing tickly tingles through her guts and up into her chest.
“Fuck, you’ve got such a tight butt!” he grunted, struggling to fully sheathe himself in her insides. “One last push, you slut!”
He pulled back and pounded forward, his balls smacking loudly against her ass as he fully violated her hot little hole, planting his cock as deep in her guts as it could go.
Rarity’s mouth hung open, her breath coming shallowly, her eyes wide with wonder at the pure, painful bliss of being stuffed so full, the depths of her degradation at the hands of this beastly creature.
Then he reached between them, finding the pearl crowning her pretty pussy, and crushed it hard with his thumb as he pulled out and slammed himself deep inside again.
Rarity gurgled something, drool dripping from her extended tongue as orgasmic emptiness filled her head.
She was aware, on some level, of the raw sensations of getting buttfucked, gutfucked, of his huge human dick pummeling her insides and rearranging her internal organs. She was aware of the pain and spectacular pleasure of his fingers on her clit. She was aware of a lot of things, but between it all…
Rarity was flying.
“Is this why you were coming to find me? You wanted to get fucked like this?”
She began to shook her head, and he slapped her hard in the face, leaving a red mark on her pale cheek. She gasped and nodded, quickly and shamefully
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me like you fucked Applejack! Like… oh, Celestia, my asshole! Fuck me like you fucked Pinkie Pie! And F-Fluttershy! Rape me, you beast! I’m cumming!”
Anon saw his moment. He grabbed Rarity’s mane with his left hand, her horn with his right. Lifting her head, he brought it down sharply, smashing the base of her horn against the edge of a heavy table.
Sparks sizzled from her horn and an incomprehensible noise came from her mouth as cracks appeared in her beautiful, spiraling horn.
Twice, a third time he bashed her horn while her asshole twisted around his dick.
Breathing hard, he slammed her horn against the table a fourth time, and with a flash of light, it snapped in two.
Rarity screamed, a mindless sound of pain and loss. It was like a beam of light had pierced her head, ear to ear, scorching everything away. Even in her total surrender to physical pleasure, the thought had been there in the back of her head that she was going to be okay, that she was safe, she could just magic him away if he tried to actually kill her.
But now...
My horn! My horn! My butt! My horn! Celestia, please, I’m cumming!
At the broken, lost expression on her face, he lost control, and grunted like an animal as he squirted her insides full of human sperm.
She felt the hot liquid pumping into her, felt his cock twitching and moving inside, but whatever deep inside her that made her Rarity was not available for comment.
There was an obscene, wet slurping sound as he pulled his dripping penis out of her bruised asshole. A fit of inspiration hit him.
“Better plug that up,” he said. “Wouldn’t want to make a mess.”
Rarity quivered and yowled softly as he inserted the tip of her own broken horn into her cum-coated butthole and slowly pushed it inside. Sparks of magic still flew from the severed symbol of her unicornhood, searing her inside and making her guts tighten up.
Lifting his hand, he slammed his palm against the base of her horn, driving it deep inside her, and as she drew breath to scream, he did it again, the sharp point ripping into her intestines until blood and semen squirted out around the horn’s base.
He took her mane in both hands and smashed her face against the table’s edge, right where the gouges from the horn’s impact were, and he laughed as she shook in his grip.
“You know, I think at this point it’s more merciful to just end you,” he said, shaking his head as he picked up a heavy pair of fabric shears. “But I’m going to do it anyway.”
He laid her head down on the table, blood, cum, tears and drool from her cheek ruining one of her dress patterns.
A faint whisper rose from her lips, and he bent in to hear her last words, but they wavered away into silence.
He shrugged, lifted the shears, and brought the gleaming tip down like a pickaxe into her ear.
The sharp point pierced her eardrum easily, driving deep into her head, and then he hammered his fist on the handle, pounding the blades into her brain, blood spurting red and hot around his hand. Gripping the handles in both hands, he pulled them apart with all his might, forcing the blades to open, ripping through Rarity’s grey matter despite the tough tissue’s resistance.
Her body danced like a marionette at the random signals firing through her nervous system. Stupid, nonsensical syllables dropped from her lips along with bloody saliva, her eyes flared wide, narrowed, flickered around the room with no point of purpose.
Finally, her last wriggling struggles slowed and stopped, and he stepped away.
Rarity’s abused body dropped to the floor, her head hitting with a thud, the scissor handles sticking up out of her impaled ear. One eye was still open. It rolled one last time, there was one final twitch, and Rarity was gone.
Stretching, Anon grabbed a random handful of expensive fabric and wiped himself off. Rummaging through the house, he found the kitchen and gave himself a quick sponge bath, washing away the smell of blood and sex. He ate some bread and a few apples and found them unaccountably delicious.
Tapping his foot on the floor, he began to wonder about what Rarity had said, before he raped her to death.
He frowned. If this really wasn’t a dream, if he really was in Equestria, where were Celestia and Luna, and why hadn’t they stopped him?

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                 Rainbow Dash's Hell Rape                  
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Author's Note
A speedy blue pegasus tries to take Our Hero down a peg, and winds up with a massive shaft inside her guts in more ways than one.
She also gets skullfucked.
Twilight Sparkle is there too.
Anon/pony rape, belly impalement, gutting, lobotomy, skullfuck.
Rainbow Dash's Hell Rape
“But why, Twilight? Why won’t they get off their butts and do something about this freak?!”
Twilight Sparkle sputtered something, unable to formulate a response in the face of Rainbow Dash’s angry indignation.
“Dash, we have to trust Princess Celestia,” she finally managed. “And Luna. We have to trust them.”
Rainbow Dash scoffed. “Trust them? They’re been lounging around in Canterlot watching on their stupid scrying crystals while we get slaughtered! It’s insane!”
Twilight pressed her lips together and sighed. “Look, Dash, it’s the law. He thinks he’s dreaming. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. We can’t do anything to punish him, we can just… try to convince him.”
She tried to put some optimism into the last statement, but Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes.
“‘Convince him’ like Rarity convinced him? Convince him while he’s buttfucking you stupid and killing you? We oughta ‘convince him’ with a hoof to the brains!”
Twilight saw the decision click in Rainbow Dash’s head, and the rainbow-maned pegasus was off like a lightning bolt.
“Dash, wait!” she screamed after her friend. Her horn flared as she tossed her head in a circle and flung off a restraining spell. The twinkling magic flashed off after Rainbow Dash, but the pegasus was faster than the magic seeking her. Stamping her hoof and leaping into the air, Twilight Sparkle took off after her rebellious friend.
Back in the woods outside Ponyville, Anon walked through the trees, whistling to himself and crunching on an apple. He was thinking hard.
It seemed totally impossible that he had, in fact, been transported to Equestria. The idea that Equestria even existed was beyond the pale of rationality. And yet it had been days, to his subjective experience – the sun and moon rising and setting. He’d eaten, slept, crapped.
It all felt very real.
There was an itching sensation in the back of his head. This was impossible.
A rainbow-colored streak slashed across the sky high above him. He didn’t notice.
“If Celestia and Luna are watching me, and letting this happen, they must be crazy,” he said. “Or getting off on it.”
The idea bloomed in his mind, and he felt out the edges of it as the rainbow streak in the air zipped back and forth, searching.
Each pony he’d murdered had cum pretty hard. It was part of what made him still think it was a dream. Would Applejack really have been orgasming while her guts slopped out of her tummy in reality?
Maybe she would. It’s not like it had ever come up in the show.
And if Applejack was a slut for gutting, and Rarity had climaxed herself to death with a pair of scissors shredding her brains, and so on and so forth, why shouldn’t the princesses be just as big a pair of snuff sluts?
A tiny voice, very far away, called out “A-ha! Gotcha!”
Then the Doppler-shifting sound of a pegasus flying with a speed impossible to a non-magical creature impinged on his perverted musings. He had a fraction of a second to react, but his reflexes simply weren’t up to the task. One of Rainbow Dash’s legs crashed into the back of his knees, sending him toppling to the ground with a startled yelp.
“Alright, perv, now you’re gonna get it!” she snarled, bracing herself for another charge. “I may not be allowed to kill you, but I’m going to break every bone in your…”
With a tinkling sound, Twilight Sparkle’s restraining spell finally caught up with the speedy pegasus, wrapping her with shining cords of magic – binding her legs together, tying her wings, holding her muzzle shut.
Rainbow Dash’s eyes shot wide open. With a muffled cry of surprised rage, she fell to her side, struggling against the bonds, but even if the airspeed of Twilight’s spell was lacking, its efficiency at holding the pegasus tight was top notch.
Anon got to his feet with a wince of pain from his bruised knees. It took him a few seconds to take in what had happened, but as soon as it clicked he knew he had to act fast – whatever magic had trussed Rainbow Dash probably wasn’t going to last forever.
He didn’t know where it had come from, but he wasn’t one to look a gift pony in the mouth. Glancing around in haste, he saw an old line of wooden fencing.
Heaving one of the fence rails out, he swung it hard against a weatherbeaten fencepost. Two solid hits and the post split along the grain, carrying away the top half of the post and leaving a sharp, splintery wooden spike about two feet long.
Dash’s eyes bugged out, and she shook her head from side to side, but whatever she was screaming didn’t make it through her gag.
He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her like a wounded animal. Lifting her high over the post, he slammed her down hard, her belly right over the broken end of the wood.
The impromptu weapon punched right through her well-muscled abdomen and deep into her guts, ripping and tearing until it almost broke completely through her – he could see the impression of the wood tenting up the smooth blue of her back.
Rainbow Dash wailed in desperate agony. She was trembling all over, her body twitching and moving to try and get away from the pain in her belly, but that very pain held her still – impaled on the wooden stake. Thoughts flashed quickly through her head – He’s going to kill me, I’m dead, oh Celestia, Twilight you fucking bitch, you killed me!
He clicked his pocket knife open and drove it into her back, between her wings. It wasn’t a large knife, but it was enough to rip her flight muscles into uselessness – just in time, as with a pulse of magic the temporary restraints Twilight had put on Dash to try and stop her from executing the human vanished.
Freed, Rainbow Dash’s wings fluttered as she tried to escape, but the damage from the knife stole her strength and suddenly the terror of losing her ability to fly eclipsed even her fear of death or rape.
I can recover, I can still recover, I just have to…
She tried to push off the wooden post with her legs, but screamed hopelessly as the pain of the moving stake exploded inside her. Her knees buckled, and she sobbed again as she sank back onto the intruding object.
It was buried deep in her guts, and every little motion sent it moving, sent sickening pulses of torment through her body.
He watched her struggle, watched her tail lash back and forth, seeing the pink of her pussy peeking out between blue buttcheeks, and he tapped his lips.
That spell had come from somewhere, and he was pretty sure it had confirmed his suspicions about the princesses’ involvement. There was no reason anypony would be trying to restrain Rainbow Dash unless the princesses had commanded it.
His dick was painfully erect in his pants. Rainbow Dash gave an agonized moan that hit his ears as almost sensual.
“Fuck it,” he growled, and unbuttoned his pants, tossing them aside and looming over the squirming mare.
Rainbow Dash was still thinking about escape, part of her wondering if the human was just going to leave, he’d already… oh, fuck, he’d already killed her, hadn’t he? She whimpered at the thought, an incongruous sound from the tough athlete.
She didn’t hear him unzipping, but she felt his hands grip her ass, and she screamed again as he pulled her backwards, making the stake she was impaled on move in her belly. Blood spurted from the wound as he pressed his cockhead against her pussy.
This can’t be happening, he’s not going to do this, this is a nightmare.
Dash’s eyes spun crazily as she reeled from the waves of torture emanating from her savaged guts. Anon took a second to appreciate her athletic tightness, then shoved himself inside her with all the gentleness of a rutting bull.
The overpowering sensations crashed into her with the power of a runaway locomotive. Unbelievable pain from her tormented belly as he rocked her back and forth on the broken wood of the fence post, shame and hatred from the humiliation of being raped, fury that he’d beaten her, helpless anger at Twilight Sparkle for being the unwitting cause of her destruction, and an impossible feeling of fullness from the sheer size of his human cock stretching her open.
She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t even scream, the feelings burning in her were too potent. All she could do was hang there on the post, rigid, trying to find some center in the hurricane.
Meanwhile, her pussy was clamping down on his intruding dick. Anon grunted as he raped her, the incredible tightness of her wet, slick cunt sending a kind of pleasure not quite like anything he’d ever felt surging up in him.
He grabbed her rainbow mane, bent in closer, and plowed her against the broken post to the sound of her gurgling, strangled moans.
A few minutes ago, purple streak was speeding through the air from Canterlot.
“Please, please, please,” Twilight Sparkle repeated as she beat her wings as fast as she could. She was an accomplished flier now, but she desperately wished she knew exactly where Dash was so she could just teleport to her. As it was, she was following the trail of magic her restraint spell had left.
With a shock, she jerked to a halt mid-air, thinking of Rainbow Dash bound and helpless at the human’s mercy, and with a brief effort ended her previous spell. “Just in case,” she said, and charged off again.
Now nearing a wooded area after some hard flying, a rhythmic sobbing hit her keen ears, and the bottom fell out of her heart. She dropped to the ground and galloped into the trees.
Breaking out into a clearing, Twilight Sparkle stopped short, her hooves digging into the earth, and gasped.
On the ground on all fours was a bedraggled, bloody, whining mess of a pony. She looked like Rainbow Dash, but…
Broken.
Her wings hung limp, fluttering from time to time. Her legs didn’t seem to even be holding her up. On her face was a look of total despair, tears and agony distorting her features. And behind her, with one hand in her mane and the other on her right asscheek, was that human, wearing an expression of concentration as he raped her.
Twilight Sparkle heard a ripping sound from beneath the pair and glanced down. Her mouth fell open as she saw the thick wooden fence post buried deep in Rainbow Dash’s tummy, gouging her wider open with every thrust.
Blood was dripping down the post as Anon stirred Rainbow Dash’s intestines up, the sharp wooden point grinding against her ribs, shoving her organs around, making her intestines slop out of the hole in her belly, and Twilight Sparkle’s knees gave out. She collapsed on her butt on the ground, one hoof covering her mouth, her eyes wide as she watched.
“Twi… light...” Rainbow Dash croaked, but she didn’t have the strength to speak any further.
“Like what you see, Twilight?” Anon asked, grinning at the lavender alicorn.
She couldn’t respond. She just sat there with her eyes stinging and watering, taking in the violation of her pegasus friend.
“You could blow me up in two seconds, so I assume the princesses have ordered you not to,” he continued. “Uhhn, Dashie’s got such a tight pussy, I wish you could feel this!”
Dash moaned, a high-pitched sound, as he sheathed himself inside her again.
“She twitches around me every time that post moves in her guts, it’s incredible.”
“Stop saying those things!” Twilight Sparkle said, getting to her feet. “Rainbow Dash is a pony, and she’s my friend! Stop r-raping her!”
“No. What are you going to do about it? You obviously can’t hurt me.”
Twilight Sparkle’s mind raced. She couldn’t hurt him, she probably couldn’t even tie him up, and Dash…
Dash was basically already dead.
“I’m sorry, Dash,” she said. “I think this is the best I can do for you.”
She lowered her head, right next to Rainbow Dash’s temple. A brilliant bead of light gathered at the tip of her horn. The human paused, curious.
It hurt, but it was the only way for Twilight to help her friend.
A needle-thin beam of pure magical force lanced straight through Rainbow Dash’s skull, guided by Twilight’s anatomical knowledge. The pegasus mare’s eyes shot wide open as important parts of her brain were fried into oblivion.
Her face relaxed into a foolish, lopsided grin, and a mindless giggle came out of her mouth. Her hips swished left, then right, and she dug into the ground with her hind hooves, pushing her ass up towards the human.
Twilight Sparkle sighed, and shuddered as he continued raping her lobotomized friend.
She’d thought about doing that to Queen Chrysalis, and in moments of weakness pondered whether Trixie might be improved by a quick brain-coring. Now, seeing the results on Rainbow Dash, she almost wanted to try it.
Dash was gurgling with happiness as Anon raped her, pushing back against his thrusts even as it speeded her inevitable gutting. Loops of her intestines were draped over the post and she didn’t care, her ability to feel pain or horror or fear totally burned away.
Her face tightened, eyes squeezing shut as she unmistakably started to cum.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Anon said, laughing as he felt her spasming around him. “That’s a neat trick. Turned her into a real cocksleeve. Thank you.”
Twilight Sparkle felt light-headed. She bent forward, unable to look away from what was happening. Without realizing it, she lifted her hindquarters. Tingling sensations were spreading through her body, centered on her wet pony pussy.
Holding herself up by her left elbow, she thrust her right forehoof between her legs and began to rub, grinding her insistent cunt against her smooth hoof.
Sparks flew inside her, terribly conflicting feelings setting her ablaze, making her sweat, as the human rammed himself into Rainbow Dash again and again, his hips smacking her butt, until he forced himself as far inside as he could and grunted with release.
He’s filling her up, oh fuck! Twilight Sparkle thought. She could imagine the force of that jetting white human cum squirting into Rainbow Dash’s abused pussy, stuffing her womb with alien semen. She thought about the delirious pleasure on the faces of Fluttershy, and Rarity, and the others as they’d experienced… what whatever was left of Rainbow Dash was experiencing.
Then he pulled out of her with a slick sound culminating in a wet pop, and as his dripping cock came into her field of view, Twilight Sparkle orgasmed on her hoof.
Through a pink haze, she watched him step around to Rainbow Dash’s front. He had a knife in his hand, and Twilight whined with a weird, lustful terror as he drove it into the pegasus’s eye, breaking through and opening an entrance into her head.
He set the tip of his cock to the bloody hole he’d made, and Twilight Sparkle’s jaw dropped open as he grabbed Rainbow Dash’s head in both hands and pulled it hard against him.
Inches of hard human dick disappeared into Dash’s wrecked eye, thrusting deep into her brain, and her body jerked and twitched wildly as he mashed her grey matter into a useless mess. He sawed his cock back and forth, gouging out a bloody furrow inside Dash’s skull.
She squirmed and wriggled, moronic sounds from her mouth joining the squishy mashing noises from inside her head as he skull-raped her.
And Twilight kept grinding against her hoof, and kept crying, and kept cumming.
She couldn’t stop. Her whole self was oriented towards this horrible act of depravity. She could see Rainbow Dash’s body writhe as her brain was scraped out of her skull, as her insides slid out of her ruined tummy to splat on the ground.
Twilight thought of her other friends dying on this human’s dick, and she couldn’t help but imagine what he might do to her. Would he rape her first?
Almost certainly. Maybe after, too.
Would he be evilly creative, tear her mind apart with his cruelty, or would he simply make her cum her brains out and then break her neck?
Oh fuck that’s hot.
Would she resist him?
Would Celestia and Luna?
Twilight Sparkle realized that her tongue was lolling out of her mouth as she orgasmed again.
With one last thrust, Dash’s entire frame stiffened, her wounded wings thrashing, and then with a wet squelch he was fully seated inside her head, his balls tightening against her cheek as he poured his sperm into the ruins of her brains.
With a deep sigh of contentment, Anon pulled his dick out of Rainbow Dash’s eye socket, leaving a trail of jizz along her slack blue face as he walked towards Twilight Sparkle.
He gestured to his half-erect cock, wet with blood and semen.
Feeling like a marionette, pulled by strings beyond her comprehension, Twilight Sparkle opened her mouth and began to lick him clean.

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            Triple Princess Buttslut Slaughter             
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Author's Note
Finally done. I hope you all enjoy this. Longest thing I've written in a while.
Five of the Mane Six have all cum their brains out while Anon fucks and slaughters them. Now, it's royalty's turn.
M/FFF, human-on-pony con and dubcon sex/snuff, dismemberment, beheading, impalement, sister incest, gutting, all kinds of fucking.
Triple Princess Buttslut Slaughter
With a metallic shimmering sound, Twilight Sparkle appeared inside a beautiful Canterlot receiving room, cradled in Anon’s arms. His left arm was hooked around her body under her forelegs, his right hand busy between her thighs. Slick, squishy sounds rose in the still evening air as he forced another orgasm onto her already overloaded body.
Twilight’s mouth hung slack, her eyes twitching as she came on his fingers. She was drooling slightly, her clever brain slow and unresponsive after hours of being simmered in her own hormones – hours of being made to cum, and cum, and cum while he whispered filthy things into her ears until she was willing to zap them both back to Canterlot just to get some rest.
The princesses will help, she thought vaguely. It’s fine.
Smiling smugly, he dropped the alicorn to the floor. Grabbing her by the horn, he dragged her behind him as he turned around, getting a feel for where he was.
A bolt of panic shot through him as he saw Princess Celestia and Princess Luna right behind him, watching him with hooded eyes. He jerked with alarm, dropping the sack he’d held in his left hand containing two items taken from the Apple family farm on the way to Canterlot – a wooden stake about a yard long, which he’d sharpened on both ends, and a hacksaw.
He was confident, extremely confident, in the conclusions he’d made about why they were letting him continue his rape and murder spree, but the godlike power radiating from the two lovely mares made him feel like his bones had been turned to jelly.
“Hello, human,” Celestia said, smiling softly. “That’s my student you have there.”
Luna gave a small laugh. “She seems the worse for the wear, does she not, sister?”
“I’m… fine!” Twilight said, trying to get to her feet. Anon reached down, gripped her left asscheek in his hand, and thrust his thumb up her tight butthole. Twilight whimpered and slumped forward, giving up her attempts to rise.
“You’re a bold creature,” Luna said, shaking her head in amusement.
“He certainly is,” Celestia said. The two sisters walked closer, leaning in to smell their visitor. “Bold and imaginative.”
“I wonder what he’s thinking of doing to Twilight Sparkle?”
Anon swallowed.
He picked up the saw. “I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about you all,” he said slowly. “And, you know. Jerking off about you.”
From the floor, Twilight let out a low moan. He dug his thumb deeper into her asshole, and she squirmed.
He turned the saw left and right to catch the light. The princesses watched with rapt attention.
“I’m going to saw this slut’s wings and horn off,” he said. “I’m going to take her identity away. I’m going to turn her into a fucking mud pony and I’m going to take her fucking head off while I rape her.”
Twilight Sparkle’s wings shot up and she let out a weak “No-o-o-o-o!”
Anon pulled his thumb out of her butt with a pop. “Clean this,” he said.
Twilight’s horn lit up, and with a flash of light it was sparkly clean. Celestia let out a dignified giggle at the look of disappointment on his face.
“Here, let me,” she said magnanimously. Leaning in, she took his thumb into her mouth, looking up at him through her lashes while she bathed his digit with her tongue. Pulling away, a tiny string of saliva hung for a moment between her lips and the tip of his thumb.
“There we go. Continue,” she said, slightly more breathlessly than before.
Anon unzipped his pants and tossed them aside. The princesses eyebrows rose in unison at the sight of his enormous erection in person.
He bent in over Twilight Sparkle, tapping her horn with the saw.
“You ready, slut?”
“No, please!” she said, but she wriggled against the floor, her ass in the air. “I don’t want...”
He slapped her butt. “Don’t want what, huh? Why aren’t you defending yourself?”
“I… the princesses...”
He drew the saw gently across her horn, sparks raising even at that slight touch, and Twilight groaned as weird, erotic feelings sizzled through her.
“Another fucking excuse.”
With his left hand, he aimed his cock at her well-prepared asshole, pushing inside until his cockhead was enveloped in her pulsing heat. Twilight’s wavering eyes locked on the princesses – her goddesses! Her teacher! Watching her get fucked in the ass by some monkey freak murderer!
He rammed his dick into her intestines like a murder weapon, and her eyes rolled back as she came, her back legs straightening to push her butt back up at him as he rampaged into her tight hole.
“Just like your whore friends,” he panted as he forced himself deeper, feeling her pulsating around him as he violated her tail hole. “I always knew you were a bunch of fucking sluts, prancing around naked all the time, just begging for a human to rape you stupid.”
Twilight’s eye twitched as images of her friends cumming themselves catatonic on his dick filled her mind. She’d watched them all succumb to the wicked pleasure of that strange, alien cock with its bulbous tip – Rainbow Dash with a little help from Twilight herself. And now, as it stretched her asshole to the absolute limit, she was experiencing exactly what they’d experienced.
Luna licked her lips and hunkered down, watching as Twilight bit her foreleg to keep from screaming as she came.
“I think watching her friends excited my student,” Celestia said, stepping closer. “Tell me, Twilight, how did it make you feel? Seeing Fluttershy getting raped and slaughtered?”
How had it made her feel? Twilight tried to gather her thoughts, to answer Celestia’s question, but it was hard with a human cock plowing in and out of her twitching pony butthole, sending electric thrills through her nervous system with every thrust.
“I… I…”
Feverish heat filled her brain as she remembered masturbating herself to sleep, over and over again, watching Fluttershy’s savage violation in the scrying crystals. When had she started imagining that it was her there, that it was her being buttfucked and impaled?
Almost immediately, really.
And then Pinkie Pie throwing her life away as casually as she did anything else…
And the rest following, one after the other, as if it was fate. Pounded full of hot human meat, forced to cum again and again on his dick, and then fucking slaughtered.
“I wanted it!” Twilight wailed. “I don’t care! I loved watching it and I wanted it so bad I could die!”
Celestia’s mouth curved in a lascivious smile. “You’re so precious,” she purred. “My star student. What a slutty little pony you turned out to be.”
Anon felt Twilight’s guts fluttering around his cock. He’d fucked enough ponies by now to know she was about to cum again. Sensing the moment, he bore down on her, forcing her flat on her belly on the ground. Holding her horn tight in his left hand, his cock buried balls deep up her butt, he set the sawblade against the base of her horn.
Twilight Sparkle was gasping, eyes wide and staring, mind racing with fear and pleasure.
Then he began to saw, and as the saw’s metal teeth bit into her horn, she toppled into an orgasm so intense that her vision whited out completely.
It was like falling off a cliff into brilliant clouds shot through with lightning. The saw cut, and sweet pain shot down into her body. He pulled his cock out slightly, then thrust back in, his hips smacking her ass, and she drooled on the floor, her face slackened into an idiotic melting expression.
Twilight Sparkle’s reservoirs of arcane energy were enormous, and the damage to her horn – the seat of her ability – was sending those energies wild. He cut again, and again, each stroke of the saw forcing accumulated magic into her overworked brain. Sparks flew from her horn, stinging his hand, but he kept slicing away, and he kept fucking her asshole, and Twilight Sparkle just lay there beneath him cumming, and cumming, and cumming.
The two princesses stood stock still, watching the show as their fellow alicorn was ravaged and ruined. Twilight made a wordless keening sound, joining the rasp of the saw and the wet noises from her hard buttfucking, her body shaking at the total sensory overload.
Then he blew out a satisfied breath, paused in his strokes, and dropped the saw. It clanged against the floor next to Twilight’s head.
He gripped her horn in his left hand, pushed her head hard against the ground with his right, and with a sharp crack! he snapped her horn completely off.
Twilight’s body stiffened completely, every muscle in her body tightening as he ripped away the core of her self-image. Her magic was what made her her. She didn’t think of herself as a princess, really, or even an alicorn – she thought of herself as Twilight Sparkle the unicorn, the magic-user, then expert in wizardry.
He dropped her horn and it clattered against the tiles as he picked the saw back up.
She stared at the severed spike, seeing the unique whorls and spiral pattern that marked it out as hers. It seemed to Twilight that she’d never really looked at it with the detail that it deserved. It was a beautiful horn.
Then he slammed his cock back into her asshole, grabbed her left wing and jerked it out straight from her body, and began to saw.
As her skin and flesh parted under the sawblade, Twilight Sparkle screamed. The feeling of her horn being sawed was mediated by the magic pouring into her body from the abuse, made distant by her own orgasmic horror at being defiled in that way. The raw, red torment of her meat being lacerated, of the blade cutting through the light, hollow bone of her wing, was a much more insistent agony, a searing, hellish shock that echoed through her and demanded a response.
She thrashed beneath him as he continued to fuck her, wailing in pain, but it was no good. He was too much stronger than her, she was too shattered by exertion and sensation, and in mere seconds he was through.
He flung her left wing away, blood pumping from the stump, and switched to the right.
“You uppity bitch, I bet you felt so damn special, didn’t you?” he growled. “I never liked you being an alicorn, so now you’re going to be nothing, how do you like that?”
“I don’t want to be a mud pony!” Twilight sobbed, then groaned as he started assfucking her faster, pounding her against the tile as he cut and hacked and ripped her right wing away. There was blood everywhere, blood and pain, and as she felt his cum shooting up her despoiled asshole she looked through watering eyes up at her princesses.
They were leaning against each other, moaning as they masturbated together.
Just like she’d gotten off to her friends dying.
She felt the sawblade at her throat.
“Any last words, Twilight?”
She sighed in resignation.
“I deserv-”
Mid-word, he started to cut.
The saw sliced into her neck just as easily as it had her wings, blood gushing down her chest. Her tears splashed into the crimson stream as he pulled her head up by her hair, cutting ever deeper, through her windpipe, into the muscle.
In moments he was at her spinal cord and she felt the horrid vibrations of the saw on her vertebrae. Then he was through, and she couldn’t feel anything below her neck. And he was through her flesh completely, her skin parting as her body fell away, and he was lifting her up and laughing in her face.
Twilight Sparkle’s eyes wandered vaguely as her decapitated body jerked on the floor. The last thing she saw before everything vanished in darkness was her princesses with undignified looks on their faces, cumming on their own hooves at the sight of her death.
A few minutes later, Celestia and Luna had gotten to their feet, slightly shakily, as Anon turned Twilight’s severed head left and right, looking at her beautiful, conflicted expression. The two princesses walked over to him, one nestling up to each side, rubbing their bodies against his.
Celestia telekinetically picked up the yard-long stake he’d brought.
“What was this for?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
He cleared his throat and tried to make his voice more confident than he felt.
“It’s for you two.”
Luna shivered and gave a throaty laugh. “Presumptuous mortal,” she said, but her voice was rough with lust.
“What were you going to do with it?” Celestia said, her hooded eyes intent with curiosity.
He took hold of the stake and ran his fingers along the two sharply-pointed ends. Celestia ceded control immediately.
“I’m going to stick it up both of your asses,” he said matter-of-factly. “Then I’m going to push you together until your butts are touching. Whichever one of you is the tightest is going to drive this stake right into her sister’s guts.”
The room was quiet for a moment, only broken by heavy breathing from the two horny mares. He put the stake carefully on the ground.
“What makes you think we’d let you do something so… profane?” Celestia asked.
He put an arm around each princess, sliding his hands down their backs and over their butts, and the two sisters squealed as he began to feel their wet pussies.
“I knew there was a reason you were letting me snuff those ponies,” he said. “I think the two of you are the biggest snuff sluts of all, aren’t you?”
Celestia bit her lip, and Luna shut her eyes and moaned, her hips jerking as he circled her clit with his fingers.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want it,” he said, pulling his fingers out of the mares and picking the stake up again, rubbing their juices over the points.
“Maybe we’ll just try the first part,” Celestia said, turning slightly to present her butt to him.
“Just the tip,” Luna said, following suit.
Presented with two royal asses and two glistening princess pussies, Anon swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He was rock hard. He looked back and forth between the two.
Celestia squealed as she felt the slippery tip of the stake at her sensitive asshole. She took a deep breath and steadied herself, then pushed back at the intruding presence. Slowly, she felt herself stretching open, felt the smooth, hard rod widening her tight tail hole.
“Oh, mercy!” she said, feeling trembly tingles shooting through her body. “That feels… so full!”
“It’s barely a few inches in,” he said, giving the stake a slight twist that made Celestia squirm.
He reached over and took hold of Luna’s tail at the base, taking note of how she whimpered as he moved her towards her sister. Placing the other point of the stake at her dark blue butthole, he pulled her backwards.
Unlike Celestia, Luna’s hole gave in to the stake easily. Looking back over her shoulder at her sister’s anal penetration, Celestia giggled.
“She’s always putting things up her butt while she watches dreams,” she said. “I hope you haven’t loosened yourself up too much, sister!”
“Sh-shut up!” Luna said, blushing furiously. “You just wait, I’ll...”
She broke off and moaned as the stake sank deeper. He took both sisters by the tail and just drank in the sight for a few moments. Two gorgeous royal mares, at his command, their princess posteriors thoroughly stuffed with hard, sharp wood. They were trembling, their assholes twitching around the intruding stake, and their pussies were dripping down their thighs.
He reached down and slowly rubbed his thumbs in circles around their clits, drawing sexy, helpless little sounds from the princesses.
“Is just the tip really enough?” he mused aloud. Not getting a response, he took them by the base of their tails again. “Let’s go a little deeper. Clamp down, now.”
The sisters gasped, but they were far too turned on to protest as he pulled their asses closer together. Celestia gave a determined grunt, her tight butt holding the post with a vice grip.
Luna squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her jaw as she tried to hold, but inch by inch the stake slid deeper up her slutty tail hole.
Celestia could hear the slippery sound of the wood pole intruding further into Luna’s rectum, and the sound, combined with her sister’s whimpering and the vibrations she could feel coming across the stake, supercharged her lust. She tossed her mane, giddy with the thrill of their game.
“Sister! I can’t hold… Ghaaa!” Luna’s eyes shot open as the pointed rod bottomed out in her insides. “It can’t… there’s no more room!”
“You’ve always been a sore loser, Luna!” Celestia said, her eyes flashing with triumph. Luna’s forelegs gave out and she slumped forward, Celestia coming right along with her.
Anon raised his hand and gave Celestia’s rump a healthy swat, and Celestia lifted her butt and slowly shoved downwards.
Luna writhed and squeaked, her hooves pawing the floor as she struggled with all her might to slow down the stake impaling her asshole. She thought back to all the nights she’d spent riding a huge dildo as she watched the sexy dreams of Equestria.
Now she was paying for her fun, in the form of a three-foot-long wooden spike that was going straight into her guts.
She felt it pushing insistently against her intestines despite all her efforts to stop its progress.
My sister! My sister is killing me! She’s fucking my asshole and she’s going to kill me!
Her belly tingled and throbbed with anal pleasure, and with a helpless moan, Luna started to cum. Her body pulsed, her butthole squeezed against the wood, and then with a breathless cry Celestia broke through into Luna’s tummy.
The wooden stake pierced Luna’s guts and ruthlessly shoved her organs aside to make room for itself, and Celestia’s voice cracked, her eyes wide as she felt through the stake how she was ruining her sister, how she was savaging her internal organs, buttfucking her to death on the floor of the castle. The anal stimulation, the feverish excitement, the blood and gore and sense of danger all mixed up together in the princess’s head as she shook with her climax.
“Take it, you whore!” she gloated, pushing deeper, making Luna squeal. “You’re such a little buttslut! I know you love this rod up your ass. In your guts!”
Blood pumped out around the stake as it rearranged Luna’s innards, the tip moving inside her as Celestia’s hips swayed, carving out room for itself. Luna couldn’t speak, she could only gabble wordlessly as the overpowering pain and deep, sick, horrible pleasure of being anally impaled gripped her.
Blowing out a breath, Celestia pushed one last time, her white butt cheeks smacking loudly against Luna’s blue ones as she sheathed the stake as far inside her sister’s asshole as she could. It had slipped a little deeper into her, perhaps six inches, which left two and a half feet of wooden spike pushed up into Luna’s belly.
With a determined sound, she pulled off, and turned to admire the view – her sister’s lovely ass in the air, red running down her swaying flanks, the unspeakable sounds the impaled mare was making.
With a tinkling sound, Celestia gripped the stake with her telekinesis and forced it all the way inside Luna’s straining body, the point tearing through her flesh.
Luna’s eyes wavered, her struggles stopping for a moment as she felt the yard-long stake ripping into her, ending so close to her heart that she thought she could feel it there. Then Anon put his foot to her flank, right on her cutie mark, and pushed her over.
She fell to her side and rolled onto her back. Her legs fell apart, displaying the lewd wetness of her royal pussy. She lay there, splayed out, wide-eyed and gasping and running her forehooves up and down her belly as if tracing the spike in her guts. Ignoring her whimpers of pain, he pushed between her thighs, and Celestia exclaimed with lustful joy as he began to rape her dying sister.
He rammed his dick into her soaking wet pussy, feeling the thickness of the wooden stake up her asshole as he fucked her. His cockhead stretched her open, her twitching insides sending him into a frenzied rut.
Celestia couldn’t control her arousal. She walked to her sister’s head, looked down at Luna’s face, seeing the expression torn between tremendous pleasure and unbearable pain as the stake moved inside her torn-up innards.
“I’m sorry about this, sister,” she said, stepping forward. “But here’s your last meal.”
She lowered her hindquarters and gave a high-pitched sound of lust as she started to grind her pussy against Luna’s face.
Luna was well beyond being able to really participate, but she opened her mouth, tasting Celestia’s arousal as she twisted beneath her sister, barely able to breathe. The asphyxiation clouded her mind, made the torture somehow distant, cloudy, unreal.
“Just like that! Yes!” Celestia cried, her hips working faster and faster as she used her sister’s face like a sex toy. “Rape that slut!”
In the grip of her maelstrom of sensory inputs, Luna’s conscious mind blanked out. She lay on the floor engulfed in pure sensation. The pleasure of getting fucked, the cock sawing in and out of her cunt, the delicious fullness from the stake in her ass, all whirled together with insane torment as that same stake was jostled back and forth inside her, tearing her apart.
Alicorns were practically immortal, and certainly hard to kill, but she knew somewhere deep within that she was fucking dead, and the thought lent a paradoxical urgency to her carnal need.
She had to cum, she had to feel more, she had to try and lick her sister’s pussy, she…
“Get me that sword,” Anon grunted, pointing at a blade hanging on the wall as he felt Luna’s dying twitches around him. Celestia obeyed, yanking the weapon away with her magic, sending it skittering across the floor to him as she hunched over and came on her sister’s face again.
It was a long, straight sword, keen-edged, and the hilt felt strange in his hands – which made sense; the thing wasn’t made for humans. He lifted it, pulled mostly out of Luna to make sure he didn’t accidentally cut anything important on his own anatomy, and drove the weapon down though her belly until the tip clicked against the floor.
The fresh pain sparked a new bout of thrashing, Luna wailing into Celestia’s nethers as Celestia screamed with pleasure. He yanked the blade back and forth, opening Luna’s belly to the air, reaching in to scoop her bloody guts out as he jammed his cock back into her tightly-squeezing pussy.
Celestia’s eyes were fixed on the red horror of Luna’s tummy, the blood gushing from the wound, the savaged internal organs Anon was ripping out of her. She saw the wooden stake inside her sister’s body, and as she thought I did that, I fucked that into her, I beat her, she realized that Luna was dead and her face contorted as she stiffened in orgasm again.
While she sat there, riding her dead sister’s face, lost in her own pleasure, Anon groaned as he dumped a fresh load of hot monkey sperm into Luna’s dead womb. Not giving himself or Celestia time to recover, he pulled the sword free, drew it back in both hands, and slashed it hard across Celestia’s belly.
The blade opened her white flesh easily, cutting a long opening across her tummy, and the pain spiked up into her heart and her head, wrapping around her orgasm and joining it to send Celestia’s mind reeling. She threw her head back, unable to process the mingled agony and sexual thrills, and Anon reached past her forelegs, shoved his hands into her abdomen, and pulled.
The feeling of her guts slopping out of the great wound in her belly was almost orgasmic. Her horn sparked and sizzled, and Anon picked the sword up in bloody hands and swung it with all his strength. It hit at the base of her horn, and a brilliant burst of light filled the room as the blade chopped halfway through.
Celestia screamed, loud and long, sitting stock still, staring at nothing as he gave her horn another sharp blow, and then another.
The fourth hit sent her horn spinning through the air across the room. Celestia collapsed forward, her face landing on Luna’s freshly-fucked pussy, smearing Anon’s cum on her own muzzle. She was trying to understand what had happened. He had gutted her, and… her horn?
He took my horn.
As that thought settled into her splintered mind, Anon pulled her buttcheeks apart and stuck his still-erect dick straight up her asshole. Celestia gasped at the intrusion. She was scrabbling with her hooves, trying to get some purchase, to move, or to scoop her spilling intestines back into her belly. Her horn stump sparked a few times, but it was no good. Anon’s huge cock was pounding into her butthole, his hands were in her hair, shoving her forward…
Faint burbles and a few bubbles of cum rose from Celestia’s face as Anon ground it into her sister’s dead cunt. Celestia’s eyes rolled back as she tasted his semen and Luna’s juices, as she felt the piercing, humiliating pleasure of being assraped, the searing agony of her sliced-open tummy. She struggled for air, for anything, but she couldn’t lift her head away. She had a plan set in motion for certain contingencies, she knew, but it still felt so… final.
Hornless, raped, and gutted, mindbroken by her own orgasms, Celestia gurgled out her death rattle into Luna’s pussy as Anon filled her asshole with his cum.
He leaned back as Celestia’s movements stilled. Suddenly he was overtaken by amazement at what he’d done, at his own temerity in raping and slaughtering these royal equine goddesses.
“If you can call it rape,” he said aloud, smacking Celestia’s ass. “Fucking maresluts.”
There was a creak, and a door opened. Stumbling slightly, starry-eyed and dripping wet from mane to tail, Princess Celestia stepped out into the reception room, followed by a slightly bashful Luna, in the same damp condition.
Anon’s jaw dropped, and Celestia laughed.
“That was quite an experience, human,” she said, in a tone of slutty reverence. “I think I might be permanently addicted.”
“How...” he stammered.
“It’s something like the Mirror Pool,” Celestia said. “I prepared it centuries ago, while Luna was serving her sentence. Just in case. You’d be amazed how difficult it was to get the magic right. The mares I tested it on originally kept coming back with different cutie marks.”
“You could have told me, sister,” Luna said reproachfully.
Celestia shrugged elegantly. “Don’t you like surprises?”
Anon tapped his finger to his lips. “Can you bring back the others?”
“I suppose so. I never thought about bringing back other ponies, aside from my test subjects. There are an awful lot of mares, but I do feel a particular affection for Twilight Sparkle. She’s such a good student.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “You could do anything you wanted to them. To us. Over and over again.”
His mind raced as he thought of the possibilities. He stood up, his half-erect cock sliding out of the old Celestia’s dead asshole with a slurping noise. He wiped it off on the corpse’s tail.
“You were watching all those times I snuffed them, right? So you have some kind of recordings?”
Celestia nodded, her eyes following his dick. She licked her lips.
“The first thing we’re going to do,” he said, “Is get those sluts back, and we’re going to have a movie night. Just the nine of us.”
Luna bit her lower lip. “Perhaps… first I might...”
She pawed the ground nervously. “Suck your cock?” she finally squeaked out.
Anon felt giddy.
It wasn’t a dream, this couldn’t possibly be.
He was the king of Equestria, and he was going to fuck and slaughter as many ponies as he wanted, over and over again, forever.