Slasher Mashup Part 3

>You are Driver Bang

>Cool guy extrordinaire

>Everyone knows your awesomeness

>You wake up in your sleigh bed

>You start fucking the mare in bed next to you

>You stop when you see the time

>Shit, not again!

>Can't be late to the council meeting, Celestia knows your weakness

>Prostate stimulation

>You've never tried it, but the thought does give you something of a hard on

>You love the idea

>But can't admit you love it

>For varying reasons, you don't want that horn up your ass

>It feels so good

>But makes you so mad

>You could say, buttmad even

>You pour a pot of coffee into a saddlebladder

>You'll drink and drive, laws be damned

>You jump into your Ferrarity

>Turn that bitch over

>Mash the gas

>Take off on the better paved roads in Equestria

>This thing can go naught to 100 in four seconds flat

>It's all bright red

>Arrest-me read they called it

>And they thought you weren't eligible to buy it

>Your story sold millions

>You see a blur as you approach it at speed

 

>You run over a pony in the middle of the road

>Took off a leg from the poor bastard

>"YU FUKIN NO0B, THIS WON'T BE TEH LSST TIME YOU SEE MR. YMOUS!!!!" he shouted

>What an utterly ridiculous name

>No time, gotta blast!

>Hope I don't run into him

>You downshift to pick up the lost momentum

>As you do this, you take the shortcut

>This was made many years ago

>But it serves its purpose

>You begin to take the carefully cut path in the forest

>This was your favorite to drive from day-to-day commutes

>Nothing beat Ponyville though

>And its beautiful paved streets

>You could drift there a bit too

>That made the mares wet

>Wetter than the lakes...

>It takes a hairpin turn and goes into the crystal caves

>As you do so, you drift through the caves

>Your thoughts wander back to the little filly you brought off the road

>You wonder whatever became of her

>You don't wanna be known as a filly fooler

>But that was a choice slice of flank

>You pull into your parking place

>The placard says "Hero of the Great Patriotic Procreation"

>They call you as such because you've fathered more children than you have hairs in your mane

>You trot up to the entrance, putting hoof to the device that opens the door

>You hope she's not going to be irate

>The door opens

>As does the next....

>You never did understand why she had doors behind doors

 

>They all finally open

>You gallop in, just in time

>The Evil Council of >rape, >feels, and >funnies

>Has just met for the fifth day in a row

>You take your seat

>"If you're quite finished being tardy, Driver Bang, let us begin!"

>She's in Molestia form this morning

>"I've called you all together to request your most delicious ideas for punishment. A silly filly decided she'd cross me again by escaping. She's in custody at present. Any takers?"

>"First, let us chant to the Elder Gods of >rape"

>You all start chanting and the chanting gets louder

>Chanting grows in volume

>Lights flicker

>Sparks begin to arc

>You all sit in a trance

>First, Etiquette speaks up, eyes in the back of his head

>"Internal frottage." he bellows from his throat

>You speak up next, in a guttural voice

Pickles.

>Next to speak is Clever Dick, who speaks in a voice, not unlike that of Cthulu

>"A lightning-powered werewolf in...a miniskirt."

>Molestia musses her mane up and all present orgasm

>"IT SHALL BE DONE!" you all shout in unison

>"These are all excellent. I'll use all of them. But first, what is frotting, Etiquette?"

>"Where two males rub penises together. Internally means it'd occur during some form of copulation."

>"Ahhhh...excellent. And Driver, what of yours?"

There's your royal delicatessen with that guy obsessed with the pickles, right?

>"Well, yes, but what does that-"

Have him cause >rape by pickles.

 

>"Devious!"

And take a royal piss inside her cunt, causing the pickle to ferment further.

>"Delicious even!" she says with a moan

>"And Clever, yours needs no explanation, as I know just the pony for the job...."

>You all stand up, collecting your things

>Cleaning up the mess the incantation always leaves

>You toss yours into the bag, and jump into your Ferrarity again

>You turn the key, only to hear it click

>You examine the hood

>A faint yellow shimmer paints your car

>"Where do you think you're going?"

I...uh.....

>"You're staying behind!"

>"To help me with preparations. But first..."

>"You've got to be punished for being late...."

>Your nightmare has become true

>The ride never ends

>"You're quite right, it never does!"

>Your anus was unprepared

 

>You are now Fillyslasher.

>And currently you’re in quite a lot of pain.

>Not as much as when that dragon filled you with magma spooge.

>If it weren’t for this immortality spell you would have been released from your torment.

>He would have melted your insides, and that would have been the end of it.

>But oh no.

>This is probably punishment for that underage story you wrote...

>...

>You still don’t regret it.

>Your eyes are rolled back in your head as you’re overcome by the sensations wracking your body.

>Your attention is drawn to the door though as the bright light from the crack illuminates the room and blinds you momentarily.

>”Ah, my dear Slasher. Did you get a good night’s sleep?”

>Celestia taunts you yet again.

>She is referring to the massive dildo that she had you skewered on.

>When you were captured last night you were taken to this dungeon for your “punishment.”

>More like divine retribution.

>As if it weren’t enough that your organs were forcefully rearranged yet again, she had the dildo mounted on a rotisserie, hoisted above a bed of feathers.

>You wiggled your stubby, filly sized legs as much as you could, but it was in vain.

>You were well and truly stuck there.

>As you turned throughout the night, the feathers tickled your hooves and giant clit.

>At least the restorative magic Celestia imbued you with took effect and the swelling went down overnight.

>You were awake all night, constantly reminded of the massive phallus that penetrated your diminutive form.

>As soon as you dozed off, used to the sensation of being so full, the feathers would tickle you and wake you up.

>Truly, this was torture.

 

>Tears from at the edges of your vision from the pain.

>”Here, let me get it.”

>Raritan grabs one end of the dildo and pulls with all his might.

>Disc takes a good hold of your head and pulls in the other direction.

>You feel the dildo move slightly, and that is all the push it needs.

>All of a sudden you feel it shift inside of you.

>The dildo goes shooting out of your ass at an alarming speed.

>Unfortunately it seems that your body wasn’t ready to part with the dildo, and your ass is still attached to it.

>”Ewww! She prolapsed!” Raritan screams, backing away from the dildo.

>”Man up! We’ve got a job to do. How do you even know that term anyway?”

>”What I do in my spare time is none of your business!”

>”Fine! Be that way!” Disc shouts, turning his snout up at Raritan.

>Meanwhile you’re on the floor, crying about your spilt guts.

>You crawl your way over to the dildo, hooffall by agonising hooffall.

>You peel yourself off the dildo, shivering at each touch of your cold hooves to your rectum.

>After recovering your colon, you shove it back into your body, thanking the healing factor Celestia gave you with your immortality for the pain relief.

>You feel your flesh stitching back together, organs shifting back into their rightful places and sigh in relative delight.

>It’s then that you’re rudely knocked out of your short-lived pleasure bubble by, you guessed it, a cock.

>It’s always a cock.

>Disc has stopped arguing with Raritan for once and has shoved his dick in your mouth.

>Your eyes go wide in shock at the foreign intruder.

>Luckily though, he is knocked out of your mouth by Raritan.

>”Hey! No fair! I get to go in the mouth this time!”

>”What? Oh, fine... But you know I hate anal!”

>”Yeah, but I got the poop chute last time! It’s only fair!”

 

>”Oh fine, you big crybaby.”

>Disc moves out of the way, and gives Raritan access to your mouth.

>You try to keep it closed, but he slaps you in the cheek with his massive stallion meat.

>You open your mouth like a good, obedient filly and he slams his full length down your throat.

>You gag, but you don’t have anything to throw up.

>Your eyes water even more, and threaten to burst into full blown tears.

>Disc positions himself behind your recently repaired rectum.

>You feel the heat of his member on your entrance, as he traces circles around your anus.

>His precum gets smeared around your cheeks.

>At least he’s lubricating you.

>Disc Ward at least has some modicum of etiquette.

>That thought is interrupted by the stretching of your privates as Disc enters you.

>He does so slowly, easing himself in.

>He’s at least more gentle than Raritan was last time.

>He pushes himself halfway in, stopping at his median ring.

>He lets himself stay there for a second before making his way back out again.

>It’s so gentle that you feel yourself slightly enjoying it, even if it’s straightening out your bowels again.

>In contrast, Raritan is going to town on your throat.

>His head is reared back, and he grunts with each thrust.

>”Careful, Rar! We have a job to do! You’re acting like a schoolcolt!”

>Raritan stops his violent penetration of your oesophagus and looks at Disc.

>”Why do you always put me down?”

>”Not now, Rar.”

>”No! We never talk!”

>”Rar, this is unprofessional.”

>”You always dismiss me!”

>”I’ll buy you dinner tonight if you just shut up, Raritan.”

>”Ok.”

 

>”What d’you say we get started, Rar?”

>”I was afraid you’d never ask.”

>Your eyes go wide in fear again, as you thought this was as intense as was going to get.

>Rar and Disc both stop thrusting and pull out so that just the tip remains inside of you.

>You look around, searching for any indication of what’s going on.

>Rar and Disc lift their forelegs up over your back.

>They place their hooves together with clop above your back.

>It’s an Eiffel Tower.

>But you sure don’t feel like you’re in France.

>”Ready, Darling?”

>”Darling?!”

>”I- uh... I mean... Bro.”

>”Totally, Bro. And it’s not gay or anything. It can’t be gay if there’s a mare in the middle. I read on the internet it’s only gay if balls touch.”

>”Well that must be true!”

>”3”

>”2”

>”1”

>Both stallions thrust as hard as they can into you.

>You feel their members clash deep inside you, vying for space inside your tight body.

>They pull out again and thrust once more.

>Again and again they pound you relentlessly, their heads meeting together right in the middle of your stomach.

>You try and squeal, but no air escapes your ruined throat as it’s filled with horse meat.

>You pray for this to be over soon.

 

>All you can do is focus on the frenzied grunts that are coming from the two towering beasts.

>They get more frequent, and you feel their thrusts become sloppy and uncoordinated.

>”I’m gonna...”

>”Me too, Disc...”

>They grit their teeth and thrust together in perfect synchronisation.

>Their heads meet in the middle again and flare.

>Your eyes go wide, as you feel them make space inside you.

>And then comes the intense heat of their cum as it shoots out from both ends.

>It spurts out your nose in rich, creamy jets.

>It sprays out of your ass around Disc’s cock.

>The two stallions sigh in relief, and pull out of you.

 

>Finally, the horribly intolerable experience is over.

>You breathe in a fresh batch of air after what seemed like an eternity.

>You cough and sputter, the taste of Raritan's stallion prick still on your lips.

>Your insides feel like they were on the wrong side of a cotton-candy machine incident.

>Your holes burn from the aggression and your stomach gurgles.

>It feels empty now that the two stallion rods are no longer jousting within you.

>NO! WHAT THE FUCK? YOU CAN'T LET THEM WIN!

>God damn these fucking ponies.

>When you get back to Earth, you're going to write a fic about Raritan and Disc.

>They'll get what's coming to them.

>But there'll be time for scheming later.

>Celestia had mentioned three tortures.

>Fillyslasher flambé was only the first.

>You dread what may come next.

>Disc and Raritan start hovering towards the exit.

>"Another job well done ey, Disc?"

>"You bet! We really..." Disc pulls out a pair of sunglasses and places them on his snout only to remove them immediately.

>"Stuck it to her."

>"YEAAAAAAAAAH!" they both wail and give each other a hoof bump.

>You could swear you saw Disc pat Raritan's flank as they were leaving...

>Thank Celestia. You couldn't stand to listen to Raritan speak anymore.

>You glare over at the princess.

>Maybe you should save the thanks for when she isn't fucking you over...

>Celestia catches your gaze and smirks. "I hope you don't think this is over."

>Her horns glows a golden yellow and Disc and Rar stop in their tracks.

>"You two! Before returning to your royal duties, make sure to send in the royal pickler."

>Disc and Rar exchange devious glances and snicker. "At once, your highness!"

>They bro hoof again and fly off.

>You take a deep gulp.

 

>You are now the royal pickler, picklehead42.

>Celestia, you loved pickles.

>They were the perfect food.

>Crunchy, sour, sweet, bumpy, smooth, textured, round, shapely.

>You were getting hard just thinking about it.

>You could already feel some pre-cum leaking out of your eager rod.

>Now wasn't the time.

>Celestia had ordered you to the royal dungeon for official Canterlot business.

>And apparently she wanted you to bring your entire stock of fresh, tasty, juicy, scrumptious...

>Anyway...

>Bringing your entire supply of pickles was a tremendous task.

>It took four royal bodybuilders carrying two huge bushels each to get them down to the dungeon.

>It's a good thing these stallions can lift.

>You give a heavy knock on the dungeon's door, letting the princess know that you've arrived.

>"picklehead, is that you?"

Yes, your highness. And I've brought...

>You shudder with passion.

the pickles...

>"Excellent! One moment..."

>You hear the familiar chime of Celestia's magic.

 

>She slides the bar blocking the door away and the door swings open, bathed in a soft glow.

>You step inside, followed by the muscular stallions carrying the fruit of your labor.

>Once you enter, you notice a small dirty-brown filly being pressed to the opposite wall with magic.

Set 'em down, guys.

>The buff ponies place the crates around the small room and stand at attention, waiting for Celestia's orders.

>She grins in their direction. "Thank you, boys. You're dismissed."

>They file out and Celestia bars the door behind them, leaving only yourself, the princess, and the dark-coated filly.

>And your massive collection of pickles.

What would you have me do, Princess?

>She simply grins, her eyes growing wide. "Fill her."

>You shoot the filly a puzzled look and then your vision pans over to your crates.

>Now your understand.

>Your boner cannot be contained.

As you wish, your highness.

 

>You are now Fillyslasher.

>Your body still aches from your earlier experience.

>But you aren't about to let this weird pony get anywhere near you.

>You dash off to the corner of the room, readying yourself to dodge any pickle-based attacks.

>The strange, swampy-green unicorn steps toward you slowly, his eyes filled with an incomprehensible lust.

>"Don't you worry, little lady. This won't hurt..."

>He levitates a single pickle from its crate.

>"Much."

>You shiver and try to dart past the approaching stallion.

>Unfortunately he catches you by your hind hoof.

>He proceeds to slam the floating pickle into your abused asshole.

>It's already been stretched so much in your existence as a filly, the foreign object slides right in.

>"Oh yeeeesssss!" your demented abuser screams, "MOAR!"

Please, no!

>You scream, futilely trying to free yourself from the slimy grip of the chartreuse stallion.

>He gives your gut a quick jab and you momentarily go limp.

>The pickle in your anus is quickly accompanied by another.

>And another. And another.

>You can feel the juices pooling in your intestines and coating your sphincter.

>Your tiny belly distends slightly with the added volume.

>You gather your strength and kick away from the evil pickler.

>Falling to the floor with a cartoonish squeak, you scramble to your feet and away from the clutches of your tormentor.

>"Go ahead and squirm, little one. You've nowhere to run. Your struggling only makes me harder."

>He begins stroking his massive pickledick hardon.

>Despite your desperate struggle, you hazard a double-take.

>This p0ny has a FUCKING PICKLE FOR A DICK!

What the fuck, man?

>He just continues towards you, frothing at the mouth. "Pickles..."

 

>You try to out-run the crazed stallion, but the pickles in your colon are taking their toll, slowing your pace.

>picklehead simply follows behind you at an even pace, waiting for you to tire out.

>Eventually your body gives way to your mounting exhaustion, both from attempting to escape and from the toll Disc and Rar put on it.

>You collapse on the floor, your stomach gurgling.

>The tweed pony towers over your collapsed form and presses the head of another pickle against your puckered asshole.

>You attempt to crawl away, but your strength has left you.

>For the next 15 minutes, you're filled with pickle after phallic pickle.

>Your belly has blown up like a balloon.

>Your legs are nothing but indents against your bloated belly.

>You groan and your stomach sloshes with its new inhabitants.

>"And that's the last of them."

>At this moment, those words are like an angelic chorus.

>But just as you let out a deep sigh of relief, you feel your ass being entered again.

Whaaaaaa-?

>"Pickle SURPRISE!"

>You groan weakly, unable to gather the strength to speak or shout.

>Looking back, you can barely see that the stallion has mounted you.

>"Can't have you pushing my treasures out just yet, little filly."

>You feel him sliding in and out of your hole, but the sensation is largely dulled.

>Your ass just feels so distant now.

>It's as if it doesn't even belong to you any longer.

>In fact, the rhythmic rocking of picklehead's thrusting is actually putting you to sleep.

>Finally, some peace.

>Celestia's voice snaps you from your trance. "We can't have you dozing off during your punishment, Slasher..."

 

>The room is bathed in a yellow glow.

>You try to turn around to see the result, but your hooves just wiggle in place, suspended in your bellymass.

>"And a cucumber for good measure..."

>You feel your fillyhood expand, another object entering it abrasively.

>"Move over, picklehead. I've wanted a shot at this plot for a while now."

C-Celestia, you...?

>Your question is punctuated by a violent thrust into your pussy.

>This time, you can feel it.

>Celestia's magically-procured cock slides in and out at a blistering pace.

>As much as you'd rather it not, the whole situation is slowly bringing you to orgasm.

>You've never felt this full before.

>Double-penetrated by Malestia and some other stallion.

>Pickles filling your body to bursting.

>You reluctantly allow yourself the sweet release of orgasm.

>At the same time, you feel other liquids filling your snatch and anus.

>picklehead shivers. "That was fast, your highness. No offense, of course."

>Even though you can't see it, you can sense her grin. "Oh, I didn't cum, pickle."

>She dismounts, magically pulling pickle's body off of your ass as well.

>You sigh in relief.

>But then your stomach starts to rumble again.

>Oh no.

>You know what comes next.

>You can feel yourself losing control of your bladder and sphincter.

>Pickles shoot out of your ass like chain-gun bullets.

>Yellow and clear liquids pool on the floor at the entrance of your cunt.

>Fucking Sunny D...

>Your body slowly reverts to its regular size, and you groan in exhaustion.

>You're doing your best to catch your breath and clear your mind of what just happened.

>Celestia helps picklehead clean up and swiftly shoos him out of the room.

>"Make sure to sell those exact pickles at the Hearthswarming Festival tomorrow!"

 

>You’ll never look at pickles the same way again

>Oh dear god

>The agony never ends

>At least….it can’t be topped can it?

>Celestia looks upon you

>The expression almost looks like pity

>A pony enters the dungeon

>Is it a mare or a stallion?

>It’s wearing a miniskirt

>This doesn’t look so bad…

>Suddenly the pony has a large grin

>The teeth are sharp

>Oh so sharp

>Like a dog or a wolf

>Lightning shoots out of the pony’s eyes

>”AAAAAROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~”

>Its form darkens and you can hear the shifting of bones

>Lightning surrounds the area

>When the smoke clears you see a wolf

>A werewolf in a miniskirt

>It snarls

>Celestia nods

>”Proceed Cog.”

>Cog nods

>You turn your head to see his large doggy dick dripping with precum

>His tail wags happily

>He’s quite excited

>Cog does a stripper dance

>You’re not sure why

>But it’s only delaying your punishment

>Eventually he remembers his task

>He pounces onto you

>Forces you into a doggy style position

>”RRrrrrrrrr so little filly, bear with me here~.”

>He rams it in

>You cry out as your sensitive and underdeveloped genitals become stretched open again

>You try to contract him out, but it’s not enough

>”AAAAAAARRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

>He slams harder and harder

>”AAAAAAARGGH YES!”

>You grit your teeth

>Just bear with it

>He spanks your flank

>You shiver and almost collapse

>Lightning is coursing through his large paws

>He slaps it again

>and again

>Each time it feels like the volts and amps increase

>Then he stops

>Cog even pulls out

 

>He bites your neck

>You know what that means

>He rams his length all the way in

>But this time it’s lightning infused

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

>You begin shaking as your marehood is shocked along with the rest of your body

>Your contractions become erratic

>You clit winks and shakes constantly

>Your juices conduct the electricity even more

BBBBBBBBBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR

>”Oh yeah! This is some good SUGAR HONEYED ICE TEA!”

>He lets go of all his weight

>Now you’re just shaking from his vibrating cock alone

BRRRBRBBRBRBRBRBRBBR

>Your heart is racing at an incredibly quick and painful rate

>Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!

>You fight back tears

>But a tear runs down your cheek anyway

>Cog looks excited

>”YES! FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

>He increases the power of the vibrations

>Your marehood’s folds begin to shake rapidly now

>You can’t cry out

>You’re shocked….

>Literally

>The pain is unbearable

>Your tears begin to flow more and more

>This excites Cog who keeps screaming about feels

>Again

>And again

>An hour passes

>Then his dick starts to grow

>The knot swells and vibrates

 

>Oh no

>At first it seems to have grown only a little

>It fills your insides

>Then his knot increases even more

>It uncomfortably presses into your cervix

>You’d writhe, but the electricity keeps you in place

Auuuuuughgbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrr

>Drool slips down your throat

>”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

>His knot gets even larger

>You feel any larger and you’ll burst

>Cog snarls in delight

>From under his miniskirt he pulls out a toy train

>What the fuck?

>He strokes it with his paws

>”Aaaaaaah.”

>Then he rams it into what little room there was left into your marehood

>It causes your folds to bleed

>Your clit can’t even wink anymore

>Then his knot releases into you

>Hot white electric semen

>You feel it zap and buzz its way into your womb

>It feels like a hive of angry wasps have made their home inside of you

AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

>But it doesn’t stop

>More and more of Cog’s seed is shot into you

>And his knot does not decrease in size

>The train and his boney doggy dick make sure you can’t contract the semen out

>His seed shoots in you for what feels like hours

 

>As more of the seed fills you, your womb begins to stretch

>And stretch

>Your stomach expands

>”Chooo! Chooo! AAAAAAROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

>The intensity of his vibrations do not lessen

>They’re worse than ever before

>You’re practically in a seizure now

>More of his electrical jizz enters you

>You’re completely bloated

>You may just burst into two

>Then he stands up

>Cog is still penetrating you

>In fact it’s the only thing keeping you within the air

>You mane stands on end

>It looks like your body is reacting to static

>But it’s really from Cog

>You’re shaking like crazy

>His seed is STILL shooting within you

>Then he pulls out the train with a paw

>Sniffs it

>Puts it back within his miniskirt

>Oh no….

>His knot expands once more

>You scream

BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR!

>”RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”

>He’s going to release his final load

>He grabs you

>White hot semen slams into you

>You can’t even shake

>His grip on you is strong

>He lets out a loud orgasmic

>”*quack!*”

 

>If you weren’t in so much misery you’d find this strange

>Then as he’s releasing in you

>He begins pulling you backwards

>Except his dick is keeping your lower half in place

>Oh god

>Cog pulls back harder and harder

>Your back breaks

>A loud cracking sound echoes throughout the dungeon

>Then he pulls your head back farther

>Opens up your anus with a paw

>And shoves your head into it

>Your cries of pain and sobs are muffled

>You can feel the taste of shit and pickles on your tongue

>It’s hard to breathe

>In fact you aren’t sure if you can breathe

>Celestia just blinks

>”Well Cog……”

>”That was….interesting…”

>Cog makes a doggy whine

>”Was it bad?”

>Celestia shakes her head

>”It was good, but why did you have to break her back?”

>Cog gets a manic smile

>”Because……”

>He puts on a pair of sunglasses

>”Feels good…..”

>”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

>He emits arcs of lightning from his claws

>Celestia sighs

>”Well, I suppose the rape-train has no brakes….”

>Cog’s eyes widen

>”Train.....”

>”Trains…..?”

 

>”TRAINS?!”

>”TRAINS! TRAINS! TRAINS! TRAINS!”

>He gets on all fours and lightning shoots out from every orifice

>EVERY orifice

>Then he howls and screeches at the top of his lungs and sprints out of the dungeon

*choke choke*

>Before anything else can happen an old scruffy looking pony appears with a broom

>Somehow he is holding it with his hooves

>He starts brushing you away, rolling you to the door

>Celestia raises a brow

>”Who are you?”

>”Ah’m Scruffy….”

>Celestia doesn’t react

>”The janitor, mhm.”

>He continues to push you away

>It’s humiliating and truly is salt in the wounds

>”I do not remember hiring a …janitor.”

>Scruffy ignores the princess and brushes your broken back ass away

 

>You are now Raritan.

>And you were hanging with your best bro of all time in the guard’s quarters, which suspiciously only contained yours and Disc’s beds.

>Poker was your favorite past time, in between the massive amounts of guarding you did, and it was great because neither of you had any money.

>…did Celestia even pay you?

>Whatever.

>You were the best Royal Guards that Celestia had.

>In fact, you had even been granted another special assignment earlier. You two were like secret double agents!

>”I fold.”

”…Disc, I haven’t even dealt you a hand yet.”

>”I fold anyway. This game is boring. I’m bored. I’m going to go take another shower.”

“…you’ve showered like ten times since we had fun with that crazy filly, earlier. I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

>”Y…yeah, I mean I think I got some of her on me still or something.”

>You swear you can catch a hint of a blush as he trots away.

>What the hell?

>You idly play a game of solitaire. It was the worst game in the world. But Equestria was rarely in danger, so you could spend pretty much every day doing whatever the fuck you wanted.

>This job was fucking awesome.

>Suddenly, you hear a voice in your head.

“Royal Guard Raritan, Royal Guard Discward, report to the throne room.”

>One day you will figure out how in the world they keep talking to you, and whose voice it was. One day.

“Roger that, Raritan on his way.”

>You say it out loud, just in case.

 

>You clop your way to the throne room, tapping on the shower door on the way.

>”Yeah, Rar, I got it…just uh…give me a…a moment…”

>He’s STILL showering?

>You shake your head.

>Bastard was probably fapping in the shower again.

>You finally arrive at the throne room.

>Princess Celestia sits at her throne, looking nonchalant.

“Your highness.”

>”Where is your partner, Raritan?” she inquires flatly.

>”Right here, your highness.” Disc replies, trotting quickly up next to you.

>His mane is still wet, water running down his chiseled shoulders, glistening against his white coat. It made him look like more of a model than a guard.

>If he just took care of himself a little, he’d be more than just handsome…

>”I have another task for you, gentlemen. The prisoner you dealt with earlier is ready for confinement. I’d like you to wheel her to the royal dungeons and stand guard until we decide her judgment.”

>This snaps you out of your daydream and into confusion.

>You look to Disc and he looks to you, likely making the same puzzled face that you are.

“…wheel her, your majesty?”

>”Yes, Raritan. Now go, she awaits you two at the stairs.”

>”Yes, your majesty.” You reply in unison.

>Wheel her?

>Disc leads the way to the stairs. You can see his back left leg quivering rather oddly.

”Disc, what’s with your leg?”

>”Nothing? Come on, stop being distracted. We have a job to do.”

>His leg was definitely still quivering. And his tail was swishing rather oddly.

 

>Maybe he was still excited from the shower, you think, laughing to yourself.

>You reach the stairs and see a peculiar sight.

>The brown filly from before is tied to the banister with a length of rope, her dark green hair soiled with all manner of…you don’t really know.

>She smells sour, of her own juices, and various other terrible smells. You cringe and hold a hoof to your nose.

>But most of all, you see that her entire rear end has been shoved down her throat, her body elongated and deformed into a twisted wheel.

>Her eyes are filled with tears as you approach. She starts shaking as you untie her.

>She comically falls on her side.

”What in the world did you do to deserve all of this?”

>”That’s not our job Rar, you know that.”

“I’m just saying! God you never let me talk to the prisoners.”

>”Because we don’t need to! And knowing you, you might want to let them go or something stupid.”

>You glare at him.

”I am not stupid! We arrested a filly! How can a filly be a danger to the kingdom?”

>”Well, we’re escorting another filly, and the Princess thinks that this little slut is important enough to lock up.”

>”Just…let’s go alright?”

“Fine.”

>”Fine.”

>You huff at him and pull the filly behind you, Disc opening the door to the dungeon’s stairwell for you.

>You lead the filly down the stairs, a whine of pain each time she bounces down a step.

>”Will you be quiet?” Disc snaps at the filly.

“Why don’t you just carry her?”

>”I don’t want to touch THAT. Good lord, it’s still covered in your jizz, Raritan.”

>You stop walking suddenly and turn to him.

“Disc…how do you know that it’s MY jizz?”

>He fidgets.

 

>”Uh, well I mean it could be mine, I guess.”

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>”Why don’t we just, uh, throw her down the stairs or something?”

“Disc! She’s a filly!”

>”Dude, we’ve fucked the shit out of this filly like twelve times.”

“Oh. Right.”

>You roll her down the stairs, and she hits the wall at the bottom with a *quack*.

>The two of you descend the stairs and find an empty cell.

>You take the time to pull her head out of her ass before you toss her into the cell and lock it.

>Then you panic.

”OH MY GOD DISC I TOUCHED IT”

>”Shut the hell up Raritan, there’s a bathroom right over there.”

“BUT IF I TURN THE KNOB, WHO IS GOING TO TURN IT OFF FOR ME”

>”Oh my god fine, I’ll follow you to the bath house.”

>The two guards clop away from the door.

 

>You are now Fillyslasher.

>And today has been the worst possible day.

>You try to look at your surroundings, but the only light nearby is a flickering torch. There’s a rag on the ground in the corner, and plenty of…that’s all.

>You ran out of tears about five days ago, but still your little filly eyes quiver.

>You clop over to your ‘bed’ and try to wipe some of the pickle juice and wolf semen off of you, but instead the rag just kinda disintegrates at your touch.

>Why do you ruin everything you touch?

>You quiver in the corner.

>The guards return after a few moments, arguing about something.

”…and I’m just saying, Mutepony wasn’t that great of a book!”

>”Rar, you just don’t understand feels. You’re supposed to cry at the end.”

“That’s not how feels work!”

>”How would you know?”

>What the fuck is going on with these idiots.

>You catch the faint glimmer of gold on one of their saddlesacks.

>THE KEYS.

>Your whole body aches. Your holes are already magicking themselves back to normal, but the pain doesn’t subside as quickly.

>You have to escape from this hellhole, and get back to writing about the exact things that have happened to you.

>Harness them for the >feels.

“I’m…I’m a sensitive pony. You know that…”

>”Yeah, Rar, everyp0ny in Equestria knows that.”

“Why do you have to be so mean to me?”

“Just drop it. God you talk so much.”

>Several moments of silence pass.

>Maybe you could just…

>”Hey Rar.”

>”Yeah?”

>”…why did ya call me darling, earlier?”

 

>He freezes, sweat starting to appear on his brow.

>”I…uh…I’m just trying to act higher class. Ya know I’m trying to get with Rarity and…”

>”Raritan, you know you don’t have a chance with her. She’s the hottest thing in Ponyville.”

>”Damn straight she is! But if I start acting more fancy and stuff, maybe she’ll like me.”

>”Have you ever even talked to her?”

>”Well…no…but I mean…”

>”What makes you think you even have a chance?”

>”She’s my special talent, I’m a royal guard, and I have my wingman to help me out.”

>He winks at the other guard.

>”You know I’d never leave ya, buddy.”

>Another moment of silence passes.

>”…Disc, you know I can’t let you fuck Rarity, if I do score.”

>This shocks the other guard.

>”Bro! We had an agreement though!”

>”She’s mine! I even have her emblazoned on my ass.”

>”Rar, if you don’t let me have a piece of the marshmallow, so help me…”

>Raritan bursts into treats.

>”Now you’re threatening me! Oh my god Disc Ward, I don’t know what’s going on with you. You’re not the pony I used to know…”

>”Oh damnit, Rar…”

>You shuffle towards the cell door. They don’t seem to notice you, but you definitely notice the keys just barely out of reach.

>They seem to be hugging now.

 

>”Damnit Disc, I just want to be happy…”

>”Rar I’m sorry, I know Rarity is your gal, I just…I mean…I don’t want you to get hurt, ya know?”

>”…but…you’re always being mean to me and…”

>”Shhhh…Rar, just calm down alright. I’m sorry.”

>What kind of gay shit is this.

>I’m out of here.

>You reach for the key and easily grasp it, look for a reaction, and then just pull it away from the guard.

>They’re too busy , apparently.

>Raritan is crying into Disc’s mane, with Disc looking rather awkward.

>”I’m so sorry Disc, I’m just so confused and…and I don’t want to lose you over this…”

>”Rar, buddy, you’ll never lose me.”

>”Bros…bros for life?”

>”Bros FIVE life.”

>You swear you see them kiss as you unlock the door and walk out the door, right in front of them. They don’t even try and stop you.

>In fact, as you make your way through the castle, there isn’t even a single guard to stop you.

>You squint as you finally exit the castle, the sunlight burning your eyes.

>Is it over?

 

>You are now Driver Bang.

>And you’re glad you don’t have to walk everywhere.

>You limp out of the Crystal Caves, tail between your legs.

>You’re undecided as to whether you like being late or not.

>At the moment, all you can say is that you got analcrusaded.

>You are butthurt.

>You step into your Ferrarity and wince as your ass hits the seat.

>Even with your luxurious upholstery, it does nothing to soothe your pain.

>No. The only balm that you need now is the sweet kiss of revenge.

>Revenge on Celestia who ravaged your rectum.

>And you see it right in front of you.

 

>You are Fillyslasher again.

>You managed to sneak out of the castle unhindered.

>You even used the same escape route that you used last time.

>Do they not have more than two guards or something?

>You sneak around the next corner, peering round furtively.

>You glance left and right.

>The coast is clear.

>You scamper to your next hiding place in a bush.

>You don’t want to get caught again.

>You don’t even want to know what Celestia has planned for you if she gets her hooves on you again.

>...

>Did you really just think hooves instead of hands?

>You need to find a way to become human again, and fast.

>You sprint to the next corner and into an alley.

>You immediately regret this as you’re confronted by a stallion.

>”Hi there, my sweet. I hear you need a ride.”

>You recognise this p0ny.

>It’s Driver Bang.

>You remember his Based Anon designer shades from the last time you met him.

>You start to back away slowly.

>”Oh no, my dear. There’s nothing to fear. I wish to help you. And I’d like it if you helped me.”

>This cannot end well.

 

>You are now Celestia.

>And right now you’re feeling pretty pleased about yourself.

>You got Slasher back and put him in place.

>You’ll let him stew for a while before you decide to fuck with him again.

>You’ll need to consult the council of >rape for some new ideas.

>You just don’t have it in you really to molest fillies, but your campaign advisors say it’s something you should do.

>They say it’ll help you get re-elected.

>You don’t even think you have elections, but they know more about politics than you.

>You sit down for lunch with your sister, who has taken a break from her slumber to see you.

>”Good morrow, dear sister. How goes the filly-breaking?”

“Oh, just fine. She’s in the dungeon again now. You can have a turn with her if you like. Get her back for that ‘Autistic Bitch’ dig she wrote about you in that one fic.”

>You know all of Slasher’s crimes against literature by heart.

>”Oh, that sounds delightful!” Luna happily clops her hooves together.

>”Please, tell me, what did you inflict on her today?”

>You tell her about all of your escapades this morning. She was especially interested in the “Sunny D” treatment you gave Slasher.

>”Ooh! That’s a good one. I’ll make sure to give her some of my “Purple Drank” too.”

>You both giggle as you finally finish your meals.

>You say your farewells to your sister and return to your throne for afternoon court.

>Luna heads down to the dungeons to add more torment to Fillyslasher’s life.

>Sometimes it’s good to be on top.

>You’re about 5 complaints in when you hear,

>”WHERE IS SHE?”

>That was a Royal Canterlot Voice powered scream.

>That can only mean one thing.

>Luna.

 

>You teleport yourself down to where Luna should be.

>The dungeons.

>She’s currently chewing out the guards that were stationed at Fillyslasher’s post.

>You facehoof.

>It’s so difficult to get good guards these days.

>”WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE’S NOT HERE? HOW DID SHE LEAVE?!”

>One of them, Raritan you think is his name, sheepishly blushes and avoids Luna’s stare.

>”W-well... We were here... And she was here... We were sure of that... Then we had to take a shower...”

>His mane is indeed wet.

>”THEN WHY DID YOU GO TOGETHER?”

>The other one speaks this time.

>”I uh... I had something to show him... In the shower. I could only show it to him in the shower.”

>Luna looks like she’s going to explode with rage.

>You decide this is the perfect moment to step in.

“Gentlecolts, did I not charge you with the guarding of Fillyslasher?”

>At noticing your presence they start sweating bullets.

>”Y-yes, your highness!”

“And have you fulfilled this order?”

>”N-no, your highness.”

>They drop down, prostate on the floor.

>Like children caught stealing cookies, they dare not meet your eyes.

“Then what, pray tell, should I do with you?”

>Luna perks up at this.

>”FLAY THEM! SEND THEM TO THE STOCKS!”

>Luna wants blood.

>You have a better idea though.

“Guards, Rise.”

>They stand to attention immediately.

“You are to report to my chamber immediately, and upon arrival,”

>You lean in close to them.

“You are to show me exactly what you were doing when you SHOULD have been guarding Fillyslasher.”

>They both gulp simultaneously.

“Dismissed.”

>They take off on their alabaster wings, fast enough to even rival the wonderbolts.

>You’ll teleport yourself up there in a moment.

>Right now, you have some urgent business to attend to.

 

“Sister, fetch me one of your elite guard. The one they call, ‘SSJ’.”

 

>You are now Driver Bang again.

>You’re driving along the train tracks with Fillyslasher.

>Anything you can do to piss Celestia off is worth it.

>You’re headed to Ponyville.

>Except you don’t really know where that is.

>So Fillyslasher suggested driving along the train tracks.

>She’s pretty smart for a filly.

>”I’m not a filly! I’m a human trapped in a filly’s body!”

>Man, these Skinnies and their goddamn human fetish.

>They start them off young nowadays.

“Whatever you say, babycakes. You look like a filly to me.”

>She pouts at this.

>You’ve gotta admit, even with that awful colour scheme she’s got, it’s still cute.

>You look down at her young, nubile body...

>No! Eyes on the road!

>It’s hard enough driving with these clumsy hooves of yours!

>You see a smoky dot in the distance.

>At your current speed you close in on it in no time.

>You catch up to the object.

>It’s the train.

>You swerve off the tracks to overtake the train.

>As you pass, you take a look in the carriages.

>Some kind of commotion is going on in there.

>You look closer.

>”TRAINS! TRAINS! TRAINS!”

>P0nies on the train are running away as best they can from a crazed monster.

>There’s a werewolf in a bra and panties with a massive erection, shooting sith lightning and fucking anything he can get his hands on.

>Man, how come you never get invited to these parties?

 

>You look down to Fillyslasher.

>She’s just quivering in fear.

>Something must have spooked her?

“Hey, you alright?”

>”N-no!”

>She looks up to you with huge, pleading eyes.

>You can’t resist anymore.

>She’s so cute.

“Here, I’ve got something that’ll make you feel better.

>You prop your hind legs on the wheel and press the button for cruise control.

>With your forelegs you pick up Fillyslasher.

>You place her over your erection, that you’re ashamed that you have.

>But you’ll be damned if you’re not going to use it.

>But first, you need to make sure you’re not going to rape a filly.

“Hey, you know what this is?”

>”All too well.”

“Well I’m going to make you feel good with it.”

>”*sigh* Ok.”

>Well that wasn’t the response you were expecting from a filly.

>But then again she’s seen the inside of Molestia’s dungeon.

>You didn’t know who got your pickle suggestion that you received from the elder god today, but you sure don’t envy them.

>You rub your precum coated cock against Fillyslasher’s slit.

>You get her nice and wet, then jam her down on your rod.

>You stop though when you feel something touch your tip.

>You’re not even halfway in yet. Something’s wrong.

>Fillyslasher just moans.

>You turn her upside down.

>There’s something in her cunt.

>You reach in with a hoof.

>It goes in surprisingly easily.

>You pull out...

>A pickle?

>Oh god.

>Oh please god no.

 

>You panic and flail as you drop the cuntpickle.

>You also drop Fillyslasher.

>She bounces with a light *pomf* and lands in the other seat.

>Your car was just reaching the front of the train as you flailed.

>Your car goes careening in front of the head of the train.

>The train driver exclaims in alarm and slams on the brakes as you speed away.

>You finally get the car under control again, and look at the rear view mirror.

>Oh boy.

>Your insurance might not cover this one.

 

>Yu are mr Ymous

>yu aer in an amblance, goin to hospital

>you lost yer leg earlier

>sum guy in a car ran yo over

>teh ambulance is waitin at a train crossin

>you hear teh screechin of breaks

>yu look out teh window

>yu see a train that has jackknifed

>it’s comin right for yu

>you close your eyes

“Fukin noobs.”

 

>You are SSJ, last of the super p0nies from the planet Vegetatable.

>You are part of Luna’s royal guard, but currently you’re being ordered by Celestia on a mission to go and retrieve a child.

>This should be easy.

>You use your elite tracking skills to home in on the scent of pickles.

>Your race has a natural affinity with vegetables.

>You can track this p0ny by her pickly scent.

>She went in the direction of...

>P0nyville.

 

>You are Fillyslasher again.

>You wave goodbye to Driver Bang as he speeds away in his car.

>He’s such a nice p0ny.

>He only managed to nearly rape you.

>Which is better than most p0nies you’ve met so far.

>You turn to P0nyville town square.

>Now. Where is that Sweetie Belle?

>You’re cut off though by one of Luna’s night guard landing in the middle of the square, causing an impact crater with his landing.

>His glowing red eyes look up at you.

>Directly at you.

>Oh shit.

>You feel your anus relax as you void one last pickle that had stayed in your bowels.

>”You...”

>You?

>You look around you, left and right.

>Everyp0ny else is looking right at you.

>”YOU.” The batp0ny growls.

>Your legs give way and you drop to the floor.

>He climbs out of the crater and stalks menacingly to you.

>You close your eyes.

>This is the end!

 

>”Kakakarrot Top!”

>You look up.

>The bat p0ny isn’t looking at you.

>He’s looking at...

>You turn around.

>Golden Harvest?

>”I’ve searched the entire galaxy for you, Kakakarrot Top!”

>You look around in confusion.

>”SSJ! I thought you died in that explosion!”

>”No, but now we’ll settle this!”

>Golden Harvest and SSJ stand off against each other.

>They take up strong stances, digging their hooves in the dirt.

>And then,

>”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGG

GGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!”

>Holy SHIT.

>They start screaming and glowing in the middle of the street.

>They just scream endlessly.

>For a good 5 minutes you’re subjected to this complete and utter earrape.

>Then you decide that these guys aren’t going anywhere soon, and take off.

>They can settle this between themselves without you.

>You head over to the school.

>You get there just as classes are ending.

>You easily spot her delicious two tone candy coloured mane and marshmallow body.

>She seems to shimmer and sparkle, a level above the rest.

>You approach her as she walks with her friends, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.

“Hi girls!”

>”Slasher!” Sweetie Belle squeaks.

>She leaps towards you and wraps you in a tight hug.

>You nuzzle into her wonderful soft neck.

“Oh Sweetie Belle! I’m so glad to see you! I thought I’d never get to see you again!”

>”What happened to you? Where did you go?”

“Uh... I had to lay low for a while. And as a matter of fact, I have to lay low still. Do you think I could stay the night with you?”

>”Oh, uh... I don’t think Rarity will let me have a sleepover at my house tonight... She’s got a big order to fill.”

 

>”Ooh, ooh! She can stay in the clubhouse! Let’s have a sleepover there!” Apple Bloom suggests.

>”That’s a great idea!” Scootaloo agrees.

>”Then it’s settled. CUTIE MARK CRUSADER FUGITIVE HARBORERS, YAAAAAAAAAY!”

>If you thought the super saiyan scream was bad, this is 10 times worse.

>Your eyes rattle in your skull as you regain your senses.

>As the sun sets, you and three fillies walk into the orchard.

>Finally it seems, things are looking up for you.

 

>In the local bar, Jibber sits at the counter, drowning his sorrows in booze.

>The cool frothy cider swirls in his mouth; the burn of the alcohol is numb to him as he consumes the beverage.

>Jibber closes his eyes for a moment; he could still hear the screaming. Claws reaching out and slashing away at him, he could see his comrades in arms die in front of him.

>Jibber felt himself tense up, but the memories were still vivid and refused to go away. He could remember looking up to the sky and seeing the griffons dive-bombing him. He could feel his heart racing faster.

>”Sir?” a voice called out.

>Opening his eyes, Jibber shook his head quickly and looked to see the bartender was staring at him “Are you OK sir? I was beginning to think the cider was finally getting to you.”

No, keep it coming.

>The barkeep pours another mug of cider, the froth slowly cascades down the side as the bubbles stream from the bottom of the mug to the top.

>”You’ve been coming in here for the past 10 years, 5 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, 10 hours and 35 minutes-“

40 minutes. Yer clock is slow.

>”Well, you’ve done nothing but sit there all day and drink yourself into your usual stupor.”

Not paying you to comment on my coping skills. Just keep the good times coming.

>Jibber places another bit onto the counter as the mug of cider slides across the counter to him.

 

>Life hasn’t been the same ever since he came back from the war. Jibber felt more or less a husk of his former self. Seeing the true face of death and suffering, trying to make it all go away was the hard part.

>Jibber lost his back left leg to a griffon during the war. Bastard took it off with one swipe and carried it off in his beak.

>Seeing his friends being torn apart, screaming for the pain to end is one of worst things he experienced.

>Jibber was given order to smash nests of innocent griffon eggs into scrambled eggs at the command of his sergeant.

>He never asked for this.

>As he drinks more and more cider, it helps him to forget for a while but it still persists.

>Jibber looks to the barkeep who is cleaning some mugs.

You know that feel... that feel you get when you’re helpless? Like... what could I have done differently.

>The barkeep looks at you with a disdain look, “I thought I wasn’t being paid to comment.”

Not on my drinking, smartass.

>A mule off to the side brayed in annoyance.

No offense.

>He replies, “None taken.”

 

>The barkeep answers Jibber, “Look, I think back to what has happened. Would I have done things differently? Of course. But you can’t, and you have to learn how to deal with it.”

>Jibber keeps drinking the cider, and the rest of the day follows the same way until it was closing time.

>Even he was surprised his blood hasn’t turned into ethanol at this point.

>As he stumbles out of the bar he curses under his breath, wishing he had more alcohol right now.

>Jibber remembers that he has some at home and begins to make his way.

>Along the way, he notices a pony crawling through Ponyville.

>This pony only had one leg and was crawling on the ground like some sort of lowly creature.

>As Jibber approaches the pony, he taps it on the shoulder

Need help there, soldier?

>”i am not feel good. Could u possibly help” he looks up at Jibber. This pony was obviously not in good shape.

What’s yer name?

>Jibber starts to wedge his head under the fallen pony and hoist him onto his back. “Ymous is name. the limbs are gone and i am in muchh pain”

C’mon soldier. If I can live with one leg missing, you can do it with one arm remaining.

>As Jibber carries the pony back to his house not far, he promises that he’ll take him to the hospital whenever he can.

>Jibber finally places Ymous onto the couch. “can i have drink please?” He was speaking in a funny manner, probably one can short of a six pack...

>That reminded Jibber of obtaining some alcohol. As he takes out a bottle of aged rye he asks Ymous if he wanted some. “no tanks” he replied.

>Tanks....

 

>The memories came and Jibber drowned them out with a swig from the rye.

>He sits next to Ymous as he swirls the dark brown liquid in the beautiful glass bottle.

>”were you in war? Like guns and and bad guys?

Yeah...

>Ymous flailed his single arm around in a giddy fashion. “so cool, man! are ther helicopters tht go SOISOISOISOISOISOISOISOI”

>That sound...

>The flapping of the wings...

>The griffons were here.

>Jibber immediately jumps on top of Ymous and chokes him.

You fucking bastard! You took my leg! Well how about I take yours?

>He whips out his combat knife, but Ymous had enough tard strength to push Jibber off with his one leg.

>As Ymous flops like a dead fish, Jibber could only see a griffon in its death throes.

>Jibber stabs the knife through its side and into the floor, pinning the helpless pony to the floor.

Stay right there, gonna need something big to help me with this.

>Ymous is making an odd wailing sound, almost like ‘OleeoleeoleeoleeOooooo’

>Jibber grabs an axe that was laying next to the fire place.

This will do...

>Jibber walks over to Ymous who is still flailing around. With a mighty swing, Jibber brings down the axe onto his remaining limb and hacks it off in one chop.

>Jibber only felt satisfaction seeing the griffon suffer for its deeds.

>Shame there was only one limb left and it was already gone.

>Jibber looked as saw the griffons dick, and an evil thought occurred to him.

>Taking his combat knife, he holds it up to Ymous’s neck

Now it’s time to say goodbye to your little soldier.

 

>With a quick slice, Jibber slices Ymous’s jugular vein and hacks off his dick with one quick chop.

>Holding the quivering dick in his hoof, Jibber squeezed it in triumph. His breathing was fast, and he could feel a sense of victory.

>With a primal yell, he throws the dick at the wall, but instead hits the window. It hits the glass pane with enough force to smash right through and out into the streets.

>Jibber looked down at the corpse, drops the knife and finally passes out.

>Outside, the severed dick twitched about.

>It defied logic, but somehow Ymous still lived on in his disembodied penis.

>The penis hops along the ground, trying to get away from Jibber’s house.

>Finally, it’s bit of strength seemed to leave as it finally collapsed. It would have to rest for a bit before he could go on.

>A shadow loomed over the penis. It was a yellow Pegasus with a long flowing pink mane.

>”Oh... my...” she blushes at the sight of what she just found.