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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&#160;Warning, gory Ponepocalypse, hard vore, amputation, and self/cannibalism.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh yes, one arm and a leg... Please, quickly.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grunt feverishly as the hacksaw grinds into the flesh of your upper arm, naked form sprawled out before them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It quickly draws blood as the numb, tingling sensation takes hold of your form.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The poison leaves you helplessly limp on the bed as the thick sounds of tearing flesh fill the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mint aura surrounding the hacksaw increases in intensity as she fights to hold it firmly against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It does everything in the world to numb you to the pain but nothing to diminish the nausea at the sight of your arm being hacked off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can only manage to rip your head to the left, lolling off to the side, away from the grotesque scene.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You said you wanted him alive, you really should put a tourniquet on. I don't think he'll last.&quot; Replied Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra stops and you crane your eyes over to watch her blood speckled face glance over to a box of less than sterile equipment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She removes lengths of thin rope and skillfully fastens them around each one of your limbs, close to the joint.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They would probably hurt, tight as they were, if not for the drugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The veins in your left arm pulse with your heartbeat as the saw continues its terrible work, reaching bone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sends a horrible vibration straight up your arm and into your torso, evoking feelings of dread like nothing you've ever experienced.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a wet snap, your arm plops off, suspended by a lose bit of flesh that remains, Lyra uses some unseen tool to cut the rest of the joining material away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You wanted... An arm and a leg, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, I need a little human, the first taste you gave me was wonderful.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can make out unease in Twilight's voice. Lyra sounds nearly content with her gruesome human butchery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight inches closer to your face as she shifts to get a look at your left leg. Lyra moves around as well, tightening another tourniquet around your upper thigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She whispers quietly &quot;Sorry anon. I need this... There's no other way.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra catches wind, before scoffing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He's fine, can't feel a thing. I've tested it myself! Takes hours to wear off.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why did you put one around his arm...?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She brings a length of rags to your torn limb and wraps them thickly with her magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We can't just have him up and hobble away, now can we? And I need a little, too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess not but what're you going to do with him?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I won't kill him. Don't worry your pretty little purple mane. Not this one, I like him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll need anymore, if you can get them.&quot; Lyra followed up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry I just need some air... This is a little too much for me. I really need it. But-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's alright, first time's always like this, I can show you how! Maybe later?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S-Sure-&quot; The purple unicorn stammers and steps out of the unseen door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are left to stare wide eyed as the unicorn's glowing gaze meets your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It'll be fun, you and me. I'll help feed you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grunt back, sniffling as tears roll down your face, nothing moves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't cry, little guy, you get to live. That's a lot more than most others get.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your leg for twilight. Then I can get mine, off you. She's on a tight schedule; this needs to be fast.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hacksaw digs in nearly immediately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wet tearing sounds fill the room for the next minute as the clock beyond your face, on the wall, ticks by.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The trembling that reverberates throughout your entire form in ways most unpleasant resumes, living bone being crushed and ground by dull blade.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she reaches the end another snap resounds and she finishes through the flesh with her hacksaw alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Magical aura surrounds the mangled leg as it is lifted from the blood drenched sheets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Never in your life have you imagined you could lose such an amount of blood and, yet, live.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then again, the amount bled always resembled several times its volume. At lest from the perspective of the person doing the bleeding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twi! It's done. The stuff in the bones is a lot tastier than it looks--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door creaks shut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The clock ticks by your remaining appendages' partnership with your body as their conversation dulls down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the stroke of the third minute the door swings open and two pairs of hooves are heard entering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra pops into view of your limp head, smiling brightly, little pocks of your own blood on her fur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, little guy, just two bits left. But Twi, here, said she'd help me with the extra bit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm betting you're not gonna be too quiet-like after waking up tomorrow.&quot; You look around frantically, dreading her next move over your immobile body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We need your voice. Any last words? Anything you like...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grunt once more, attempting to formulate a single word from your unfeeling throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nothing? Psshh. Such a waste. Okay Twi, hit it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The unicorn peers into your field of view as a purple glow overtakes your throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A burning feeling pricks itself into your lower throat and begins to deepen. As it grows you wince, perceiving real, physical, pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your throat is being burned, seared, a red hot spike thrust down your throat in the form of the unicorn's purple glow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breathing increases in pace as you begin to hyperventilate, losing yourself to the immense pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It winds down in seconds, leaving you to gasp in shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw Twilight a bitter glare as she turns away from you to face Lyra.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, he's done. I removed it. Should be perfectly silent from now on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks, Twilight, I've been wanting to get my hooves on some for a while. If you can keep this up, I'll do all the work for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay. But... Next time-- I'd rather not watch.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whatever floats your boat. I like to watch what they do...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your arm is pale, now. The rest of you, too. That tourniquet has been crushing circulation for quite some time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I bagged them on the table for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks, again!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No problem, it's my pleasure.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hacksaw is pressed, in it's glowing aura, to your remaining arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door is pulled shut as Twilight exits, with a wooden clonk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She finally wraps more rags around the bleeding stump that is your leg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not really bleeding anymore, it stopped a while ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the saw digs into your remaining arm you are forced to watch, having no means to reorient your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as the skin is broken, blood pours out, fat under the surface wells up in small droplets, and it tears into the muscle beneath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The many muscles in your upper arm are severed as the saw bears down, repeating a back and forth motion, shaking your limp arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As it reaches the bone, you are subjected to the dreaded oscillation that is the motion of the saw, at the core of your arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The device slips as you see the screw in the side break, the blade slipping out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra scruches in a frustrated manner at the sight of the broken tool and moves to look back through the bucket of tools for something of use.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reveals a metal mallet and a metal wedge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places the wedge inside the wound before bringing the hammer down on top, breaking what remains of the bone in a firm tap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow, this is so much easier!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She levitates a knife from a nearby table and finishes up on the stray connecting tissue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bandages this one, immediately, this time. Holy fuck. You're not sure if you can take the last one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're severely nauseous, consciousness flickers in and out as you mentally hold yourself together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes slowly close as you fall deep into sleep, Lyra shuffling equipment to your last leg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wake up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wake up, little human.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A warm but hard, circular object, presses gently to your chest, shaking you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you had even fully awoken, memories of the night surfaced.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shoot awake, taking a deep breath and contort your spine at the sound of the voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pain in your limb ends, surfaces, throat burning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The unicorn is nearly on top of you, the bed clean and devoid of the dried blood pool from the night before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're somewhere else. Her bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You attempt to speak but exhale only an empty sigh, no words to follow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I stitched up your stumps, last night, they'll look nice by the time they're healed up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to scream, no sound makes its way out, only a muted exhale on your fearful face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I got you something to help.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up as the mint mare offers your useless body a glass of water, straw bent toward your parched mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take hold of it in your cracked lips and sip furiously, avoiding her golden gaze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The entire glass disappears and she shifts the tray, offering you a fork of food, magically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take it out of desperation, having come so close to death, without nourishment you will, surely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's beef. No something different.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I kept plenty of it, for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your chewing slows. Having no ability to wipe the morning shit out of your eyes, you blink rapidly to dispel it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shhh. Swallow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places a hoof over your lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tips your head back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It slips down your painful throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swallow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She offers you another forkful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, reluctantly, accept.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You eat the whole plate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy fuck. It's your own god damned flesh on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finished it all. Until full.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The plate is set off to the side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She steps further up the bed, her belly hangs down over your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take notice of how... Plush she is. The mint unicorn is sporting quite the paunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra moves her head close to your ear, one hoof against the back plate of the bed, the other gently prodding your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See, I can help you churn that little meal back into your own body... Do you like it? Imagine if that was someone else in there...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Imagine, others, humans like you, in me. I want you to imagine how many are inside of me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go ahead, touch them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her magic guides your dried blood soaked, bandaged, stump arms to her stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You press into the soft fat of her stomach, gently, massaging the contents of her soft, fleshy exterior.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're in me too, now. Just a bit. But don't think for a second I won't want the rest some day...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rest your arms back down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her belly's aforementioned passengers jiggle a little bit as she moves back, draws the sheets off you with magic, and lays her ass over your flaccid dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This. Is what I need you for. Don't forget it for a second. Any other of you would suit me just as well. Learn to love it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins to gyrate on top of your reduced form.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You resist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Its near impossible to not comply with her movements as you go hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lifts up and presses back into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slip in and she begins to ride you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's fast, holy fuck it's fast, droplets of sweat form over Lyra's coat as she works her way to orgasm in mere minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You resist and writhe uselessly the entire time, she just holds you down with her hooves alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One last plop brings her to orgasm as she pulsates around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It draws out your own as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finish inside of her as she hilts you, plump ass conforming to your body, slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It draws to a close and you spend the next minute of afterglow resting, still inside of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She removes herself before sucking off the remaining seed and swallowing .</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We still have that leg to finish. Dinner tonight. Then we move you on to... Others of your kind.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If Twi keeps pace, you might not need anything but-- ever again.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Never got your name... Oh well doesn't matter now, does it? See you for dinner, human.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br />Epilogue Dialogue:<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This one wasn't like you at all. She had something more to her. Ran in the other direction, just so her little human friends could get away.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;After I removed your first, I knew you had given up. You just wished for the end but I wanted to keep you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I could see her fighting me, to stay awake, even. As I, Removed, her last arm.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nothing to stop the bleeding, though. She didn't last long after the fact. You humans can lose so much blood. It fascinates me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eat up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is your third. I've lost count of my own.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Make sure to finish all of her that I expect you to eat, I can help you along if you want, but you need all of her that I bring you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sometimes I eat so many I need some belly rubs to help me along, y'know. Too bad I fixed you up entirely, I could've used your hands... Just motion for a little help when you need it, my hooves are at your service.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I really think... You're getting to know us ponies a bit better. See, we're not all that bad. Your kind just doesn't know it's place and you're one of the few put in a pony's position, human. Far to tasty to let run around a world all on your lonesome.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We can take those bandages off, now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh wow! They're a lot better off than I expected them to be. Pretty smooth, little scarring here and there but we can't expect perfection, right? Humans always heal less well than ponies.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're starting to get a little plush, yourself. You humans are always so fattening, even to each other. But I like that. You will, too.&quot;</span></div></div>




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