Empty Shell
by AbuseAnon
Abuse General #001
 
Part 1 of 8
>Rainbow Dash has always been a little too overconfident.
>She thinks she's the coolest and funniest pony around.
>Often, you're on the butt end of her jokes.
>This is usually fine; the sex makes up for it.
>Friends with benefits isn't always what it's cracked up to be.
>The party at Pinkie's last weekend?
>A little cider makes Dash an open vault.
>She spilled your deepest secrets to all in attendance.
>Your past, your fears, your pains, all of it.
>This makes you unhappy.
>She might be your fuck-buddy, but she should respect you.
>You want to put her in her place.
>You want to ruin something she loves.
>You want to see her cry.
>You want to break her.
 
>You are Anon.
>Rainbow Dash is your marefriend.
>You are going to feed Tank to Rainbow Dash.
 
 
 
Part 2 of 8
>It's Friday morning.
>Dash is out practicing, as usual.
>You set off to kidnap Tank.
>Rainbow Dash leaves Tank with Fluttershy on the weekends.
>She says she's "letting him visit home."
>No pet to worry about lets RD fuck the weekends away.
>Dash won't be looking for Tank until Sunday.
>You grab an airtight bag.
>This will be too easy.
 
>You make your way to Fluttershy's cottage.
>You see your slut flying around the sky.
>She's working hard. You can almost see the sweat.
>"She's gonna be hungry tonight," you think to yourself.
 
>You arrive at Fluttershy's cottage.
>The whole place smells like piss.
>You'd be pounding Flutter's ass too if she didn't smell.
>It's a particularly sunny day, and reptiles need sun.
>You find Tank resting on a rock out back with some other reptiles.
"Hey there, big guy."
>Tank recognizes you; his eyes light up.
"Mommy is out exercising, and she wanted me to check on you."
>His reptilian mouth smiles while his tale wags. Dumb creature.
"We're gonna go meet Mommy at my place. Okay?"
>Tank hobbles toward you.
>You pick him up and put him in your airtight bag.
>You seal the bag and head home.
 
 
 
Part 3 of 8
>The sun is blistering as you head home.
>You have to squint, but you can still see dash in the sky.
>She looks fatigued, but she's still going strong.
"Dang, Tank. Mommy is really going at it!"
>Your bag starts to shake.
>You can hear him scratching the walls of the bag.
>Tank is running out of oxygen.
>You squeeze the bag and let out the rest of the air.
"She'll be starving once she's done!"
>Tank's struggling intensifies.
 
>You stop by the supermarket to pick up some ingredients.
>Celery, carrots, potatoes. Classic soup ingredients.
>Water chestnuts, peppers, squash, tomatoes.
>Salt and spices to make it nice and savory.
>Beets for color, and to mask whatever color turtle will add.
>You pay Carrot Top, the cashier, and give a tip.
>You've always had a thing for redheads.
>No paper, no plastic, you already have a bag.
>Your bag had stopped shaking in the spice aisle.
>You add the vegetables to your ingredient bag and head home.
 
>You run into Dashie on her break.
"Hey hotshot, how's your workout?"
>"Killer! I'm hitting new records left and right!"
>She starts boasting, as is tradition.
>"I cleared the sky in eight seconds flat! How about that?"
"Sounds intense. You hungry?"
>"STARVED!"
"Come over tonight. I'm making dinner. My treat."
>"Oh hell yes! Thanks Nonny, I'm so going down on you tonight."
"My pleasure. See you at six."
>You and Dash exchange a kiss.
>A long, sweaty kiss. The workout endorphins always make her horny.
>The bag remains motionless as you pull away.
>You head back home to prepare Dash's evening meal.
 
 
 
Part 4 of 8
>Soup is your favorite dish to make.
>It's easy as hell. Just throw shit in a bowl.
>Tank is not as easy to prepare, however.
>Turtles don't have a lot of meat to them.
>You take the meat you can find, and add the liver.
>The heart and blood smell strong, but you add them anyway.
>You chop up the veggies, shake a little spice, and throw the pot on the stove.
>The mixture smells phenomenal.
 
>Dash arrives late, as usual.
>She had washed up, but looked tired from practicing all day.
>She lifts her nose and sniffs the air.
>"Mmmmm...smells good. What did you make?"
"I got a new recipe book - it's a special kind of soup."
>"Nonny," she giggles, "you always make soup because it's easy."
"It's pretty high in protein, and I know you need that."
>You slap RD's toned ass. She laughs and blushes.
>"I think you could use it too. When's the last time you worked out?"
>You pull RD in close.
"Tonight, after dinner."
>She bites her lip in anticipation.
 
 
 
Part 5 of 8
>You pour Dashie a heaping bowl of your magnum opus.
>She trots over to the couch where you two usually play vidya.
>She immediately begins chowing down.
>You can hear "mmms" and sighs of enjoymeny as you pour your bowl.
"Tough practice, huh?"
>"Mrhh-hmm" she grunts, mid-bite.
>You finish pouring your bowl and walk over to the couch.
>She's finished her bowl already.
>"Oh thanks, Nonny," she grins and takes your bowl.
"Now babe, thats not very nice."
>She belches in retort, and resumes gulping down soup.
>You tolerate this because you've already won.
>There's no conversation. No talking always means the food is good.
>All you can hear is the quiet burps that indicate her stomach is already full.
>Damn, must have been some practice.
>She gets up and empties the pot into her bowl.
>"Whatever you put in here, Anon...this shit is to die for!"
>You laugh.
 
>RD usually never finishes what you make her.
>This time she downed three helpings of it.
>Her stomach is even a little distended.
>Who's to say horses aren't herbivores?
>Dash pats her belly and lets out a satiated belch.
>"Damn Anon, that... *URRRRRRP* hit the spot!"
"Glad you liked it, babe."
>You move your hand along her thigh and move your head closer.
"Hungry for dessert?"
>Dash giggles and bites your nose.
 
 
 
Part 6 of 8
>You need to make sure Dash can't resist.
>She can't fight back when she hears you fed her pet to her.
>You carry your blue waifu to your bed.
>You two have had many a romp in there.
"We're gonna try something a little different tonight."
>"Oh? What's that?
"Dont's struggle."
>You grab Dash's hind legs and bind them to the bedframe.
>"Oh, you nasty boy..."
>Dash is trying to act snide but you know she loves it.
>You tie her front legs next, then bind her powerful wings.
>She can't move.
>She can't resist.
>Rainbow Dash is at your mercy.
>Time to spill the beans.
>Time to teach her a lesson.
>Time to put her in her place.
 
 
 
Part 7 of 8
>"What happens now, Ano-GUHHH"
>You hit Rainbow Dash across the face again.
>"Ow! Not so hard!"
>You hit again. This time, harder.
>"Anon, no! No!"
>You keep hitting her.
>"Banana! Banana!"
>Banana is her safety word.
>You let up and pull away.
>"What the hell was that?"
"Oh, I was just thinking about last week's party.
>"Last week's...what?"
"Where you told everyone all about me."
"Everything I trusted you to keep secret."
>"Geez, Nonny. Calm the fuck down."
>She laughs to herself.
>Looks like she's not getting it.
 
"How was dinner tonight?"
>"What? Dinner was bomb as fuck."
"Good I'm glad you liked it."
>"Honestly man, whatever you put in it was fantastic."
>She's completely forgotten about why you were mad.
>She still doesn't respect you.
"Want to know the secret ingredient?"
>"Uh, duh," she laughs.
 
>You reveal Tank's empty shell.
>There are still bits of meat hanging from it.
>Dash recognizes the shell's pattern immediately.
>The room is completely silent.
>In the silence, Dash hears her stomach churn.
>Dash realizes she is digesting her pet.
 
 
 
Part 8 of 8 (Ate. Get it?)
>"No...no...No! No no no no NO NO NO NO!!!
>Tears begin steaming from RD's eyes.
>"NOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
>She struggles, but the ropes are too tight.
>"Let me go!" she sobs, "You monster!"
>You put your hand over her mouth.
>She stops struggling and looks at you.
>Her eyes are filled with terror.
>The room is quiet again.
>You move your hand and stroke RD's full belly.
"Silly Dashie, I'm no monster. I didn't eat anyone."
 
>She immediately resumes struggling.
>You strike her face as she begins screaming again.
>It feels so good to hit her.
>You strike her everywhere, save for her stomach.
>Don't want her losing her dinner.
>You force your manhood inside of her.
>Time to come inside Rainbow Dash.
>"Banana! Bananaaaaa-huh-huhhh!"
"Sorry hun, there's no going back for you, me, or Tank.
 
>Rainbow Dash begins gagging.
>Her belly starts convulsing.
>She's trying to spit Tank's remains back up.
>You take your hand and hold her by the throat.
"Nope, none of that, babe."
>She struggles for a solid twenty minutes.
>All while you have your way with her.
>She finally gives up and lets you have her.
>She is whimpering while tears stream down her face.
 
>You're about ready to finish.
>You remove your manhood and put it in her mouth.
"Here's your dessert."
>You blow. She swallows, eyes filled with defeat.
"There's a good girl."
>You pick yourself up off of Rainbow Dash.
>You leave to clean up the kitches.
>She has long stopped struggling.
>She is still tied up, but is now queitly sobbing.
>Her stomach grumbles as she finishes digesting her meal.
 
>You toss Tank's empty shell to her as you leave.
"Rest up, you need to recover and rebuild from that workout."
>She wails hopelessly.
 
I hope you guys liked it. That took a lot longer than I thought it would.
Hopefully we get more abuse greens and show our fellow Anons the ways of
the abusefag. See you guys next time.