Pig Disgusting is a vile stallion. He chews with his mouth open, he leaves the seat up on the toilet, and never puts the lid back on the peanut butter.
This story is not about him. Rather, this is the story of Lance Hardwood, vile rapist. Lance had quite a reputation about him, having raped fourteen mares and six stallions, half of them foals. However, he was very adept at hiding from the pony cops, as he always wore a fake mustache while carrying out his foul deeds.
However, he had a bad habit of screaming out his catchphrase at climax. “I’m Lance Hardwood, rapist extraordinaire, and don’t you forget it!” This would make him very easy to identify if not for his foolproof smooth talking.
After his first rape, the police had showed up, as was to be expected.
“Are you Lance Hardwood, rapist extraordinar?” A gruff looking chubby blue police pony had asked him.
“Um... yes, my name is Lance Hardwood, but I’m a RAP-ist extraordinar!” Lance had hastily explained. “I’m a hip-hop god.”
The copper raised an eyebrow. Lance rushed inside, put on some phat tunes, and proceeded to drop some sick lyrics.
“Yo, the name’s Lance, and I can’t dance, but I sure know how to make the mares wet their pants, yeah, I’m a master at rhyme, don’t waste my time, or else I’ll have to straighten your line!”
“Oh. Terribly sorry to bother you, sir.” The police pony left, completely blown away by the raper’s talent. Lance had never been bothered by the authorities ever again.
That brings us to our current situation. Lance had awoken with that horny feeling deep down in his testicals, and was ready to go out on the prowl. The pegasus stallion trotted from his dingy, semen caked apartment, and out into the streets of Cloudsdale.
Fluttering about, searching for his unsuspecting prey, Lance came across a dingy alleyway which he could already feel would be the source of much fun. Scattered about the refuse of the filthy alley were multiple cardboard boxes and dead hookers. In the corner was small ice-blue filly, her eyes glazed over with cataracts. By the way she kept walking into the same wall over and over again coupled with her eyes, Lance grinned as he came to the conclusion that the filly was blind.
Alighting the ground next to the little filly, Lance cleared his throat. “Hey there, sweetie,” the pegasus drawled in an oily voice. “Whatcha doin’ there?”
“Oh, I’m lost! I don’t know where I am, and I lost my mom. I’m blind, you see...”
Chuckling at the cruel irony, Mike put his filthy arm around the little handicapped foal. “Well, sugarcake, I’ll help you find your mom right away! Now, just come with me... what did you say your name was again?”
“I’m Snowdrop!” The little filly’s voice was so excited, it made him shiver. Mike’s semi-hardened stallion hood was throbbing just from imagining having her mouth wrapped around it.
“So, Snowdrop! Where’d you last see your mom? If you tell me that, we’ll be able to start looking for her!”
“Well, she was around that one dark place near the other dark place...”
Lance giggled rather pervertedly. “Oh yes, that’s right. You’re blind. Well, c’mon. She must be looking for you. If we look around, we’ll find her eventually.”
The insidious defiler lead the poor filly behind a dumpster, and proper her up back against the wall. “Um... mister?” Her voice was a small squeak. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, just... getting to know you a bit better...” Hardwood said with a nasty smirk. His member was at a pulsating full erection, and the little filly’s exposed state was making his boner all the harder. He licked his lips as he looked over his upper chest... her exposed thighs... her plump little belly... her giant cock...
Wait... Lance thought to himself. A giant cock? Fillies don’t have cocks.
“Ah, it seems as though you’ve found my, how shall we put this... secret weapon,” Snowdrop said with a slight british accent. Lance Hardwood fell back, and watched in horror as the rape-ee’s cock began to grow to a size that rivaled his own.
“What the fuck, I didn’t know you were a trap!” Lance shrieked in a very shrill voice. The vile stallion attempted to scurry away, however Snowdrop’s small but surprisingly strong hooves grabbed each of his tender buttcheeks.
“Oh, I AM going to enjoy this...” Snowdrop’s large cock prodded against the former rapists plothole. Lance Hardwood’s pupils shrunk to the size of pinholes as Snowdrop giggled insidiously.
“Oh my, this will be rather fun...” Thrusting in, completely dry, Snowdrop smiled in pleasure as Lance’s asshole was torn asunder.
Lance screamed in agony as his rectem was ripped to shreds by Snowdrop’s cock of mass destruction. Feeling every inch pound into his formerly unviolated pootis, tears began to stream down his face. Is this how it felt when he raped others? If only he had known!
But it was too late now. Snowdrop was already in the groove of pounding deep into the rapists bunghole, intent on delivering sweet rapey justice upon him. “For every single pony you’ve raped,” Snowdrop panted out. “Will be how many times I’ll cum inside you!”
Lance squeaking in horror as the pain increased with each thrust. For the next day and a half, Snowdrop rammed his tight hole, which was getting looser every minute he sustained the pounding. Soon it was all flappy and wiggly, like a three-week old deflated party balloon.
“Oh Shrek,” Lance pled with his God. “Save me from this torment. I beg of you, let it all be ogre soon!”
Shrek answered back in his heavy scottish accent. “No... for ya have disobeyed the Etiquettes of Shrek. The Shrekiquettes. Ya deserve this pain, ya foul rapist.”
And so, Shrek left, leaving only the smell of onions in his wake. Lance Hardwood began to cry harder than ever.
“One... last... THRUST!” Snowdrop said with a grunt, and came one final time into Lance’s pony plothole. She came so hard that Lance’s disguise fell off, revealing his true form.
It turned out that all this time Lance had been Avey Tare, the founding member and lead singer of the Neo-Psychedelic Band Animal Collective.
