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Equestria Apocalyptica

Part 4 - The Final Ritual

In a crumbling chamber, high in an ancient, vine-choked castle, a sickly-green fire was burning on the stone floor. A magic circle had been burned into the solid stones here, and the fire was spreading through the lines and symbols of it, slowly but surely, as it filled the midnight-dark room with its wan light. Into this poorly-lit chamber, six ponies quietly walked, carrying saddlebags and determined expressions.

They'd chatted on the way, but now that they were entering the ritual-chamber, the otherworldly air that lay heavily over it had silenced them. Exchanging nervous glances, they walked well clear of the magic circle as they deposited the saddlebags full of food, drinks and medical supplies that they had brought against the ancient pillars that lined the chamber. Then they waited quietly in front of the circle as it grew clearer and clearer... and soon, it was complete. It flared, momentarily turning the entire room green with its light - and a tall, black shadow stepped out of it. The ritual had begun.

Death stepped clear of the magic circle, raising an eyebrow as he let his gaze pan across the assembled ponies. Behind him, the magical fire shifted to a strange, black hue, and began to flare again as Famine stepped into the room, joining his brother. The emaciated-looking stallion licked his lips hungrily as he glanced at the two unfamiliar faces in front of him, and Fluttershy could not suppress a sudden shiver at the dark hunger that burned in his sunken eyes.

The flames were bright crimson now, and rising once more. As they reached their brightest point, the third Stallion of the Apocalypse materialized in the circle - War, red-coated and black-armored. His eyes were fixed on Rainbow Dash from the moment he stepped onto the floor, and despite her courage (and carefully-hidden arousal), the blue pegasus could not help but whither somewhat under the sheer intensity of his gaze.

As the three stallions, already familiar faces to four of the six ponies standing before them, stood shoulder to shoulder, the fire changed colors once more - this time to a vaguely unpleasant shade of off-white. As they rose and roared, a fourth figure appeared amongst them, marching out of the circle as the flames died down. The last and youngest of the Four Stallions - Pestilence - had arrived. His coat was pale white and sweaty, his mane and tail hung yellowish-gray and greasy. His head was crowned by an odd horn - where an ordinary unicorn had a spiraling horn of solid ivory, his was hollow, made from two independent spirals that emerged from his skull to rise like a winding staircase around a core of empty air before meeting at the peak. A magical spark burned inside this hollow space, glowing in an unwholesome mishmash of colors - purple, brown, green, blue and more.

On his flank, a golden bow-and-arrow could be seen - symbolic, perhaps, of the way sickness could strike out of nowhere like an arrow. His face was blotchy and sickly-looking, and for all that his eyes looked discolored and cataract-ridden, they burned with feverish intensity as he looked at the ponies. His teeth looked yellowed and decayed as he grinned unpleasantly at them all, calmly walking over to stand beside his brother. Death glanced over at him, as if to make sure he was in position, and then cleared his throat to speak.

"The Four Stallions of the Apoclypse stand before you. The Fourth Ritual will commence. Art thou ready?" His words seemed stilted and ritualistic, but Twilight Sparkle refused to be dragged into the same mode as she lifted up her head and spoke. "We're ready." Death nodded, shaking his mane, and his eyes suddenly glimmered with humor. "So I see... more friends have joined you, eh? Why, we're actually outnumbered by now..." His shoulders relaxed as he dropped out of the stiff pose of the ritual, and beside him, the other three stallions also seemed to relax as they let their eyes scan the six ponies arrayed before them... except War, whose eyes remained unerringly fixated on Rainbow Dash.

Twilight nodded, feeling that creeping mix of fear and arousal that had accompanied her participation in the rituals since the second one. "Yes... all my friends stand with me tonight. Whatever you're gonna throw at us, we'll handle it - and afterwards, Equestria will be safe from you." Death rolled his eyes, sighing. "Yes, yes... we're just about done leveling this world, anyway. With the conclusion of the Ritual, we'll leave this world behind - until next time - and your precious little kingdom will be left untouched by the march of the Apocalypse. But before that, we have a problem to solve!"

He turned to grin at his brothers. "With six little ponies and four of us... how will we divide them between us?" A whinny of laughter answered him, and Famine pitched in. "Well, seeing as there's two new ones and four... pre-used, it seems fair that each of us can pick one new or two old... no?" War, however, shook his head with a snort. "Bah. I only need one, and it isn't one of the newcomers." Rainbow Dash once again seemed to flinch slightly, and the rest of the ponies were also obviously uncomfortable listening to the four stallions dividing them up like muffins on a tray.

Death shrugged at War's statement. "Well, maybe we should start by each saying what we really want, and see if there's even any conflicts, hmm? I mean, I think we all know what YOU want, eh War?" The towering, black-armored stallion nodded with a nasty grin. "I suspect you do. The blue pegasus. I didn't finish breaking her in properly last time. And you know how much I hate leaving my work half-done..." Death returned the nod, rolling his eyes, and then directed his glance at the sickly-looking stallion at the end of the line. "What about you, Pestilence? This is your only chance to play with the ponies, after all, so it seems fair that you get first pick, such as it is..."

Pestilence hadn't stopped gazing at the six ponies at any point since he appeared, and even now didn't - he just flicked his tail and licked his dry, sore-covered lips. "Well, I definitely want the princess... I've heard SO much about her, and... heh heh... I think we'll get along swimmingly. And, eh, one other, I guess. Don't really care which, there's just some things you need an extra body for, y'know?" Famine neighed in laughter, nodding. "Oh, I know... and I guess I'LL wind up with two, too, since - if I know my elder brother right - all he really wants is yet another fresh young filly to break in."

Death shrugged, trying to look casual. "Well, I suppose... but you're welcome to grab one of the new arrivals too, if you want. I'll take whichever's left over." Famine nodded and let his eyes pan back across the ponies to focus on two particular ones... only for the oppressive atmosphere to be suddenly broken by a loud, clear voice going "Ooooh! Ooooh! Me! Me! Pick meeee!" The sense of repression and consternation that had come from standing before all of the four Stallions of the Apocalypse had managed to keep Pinkie Pie suppressed... for a couple of minutes. Now, seemingly unable to contain herself any longer, she was jumping up and down, waving one hoof in the air.

Four ancient creatures, embodiments of decay and destruction, stared at her with utter surprise written across their faces. Five ponies who knew her all too well looked away, groaning as the intense atmosphere started to fall apart. "....aaaaand I guess I'll take that pink one. She seems... enthusiastic?" Famine said finally, and Pinkie replied by doing an even higher jump and shouting "Yaaaaay! I got picked fi~irst, I got picked fi~irst..." and then blowing a raspberry at Fluttershy. Death caught Twilight's eyes, his brows raised in an expression that asked, eloquently, "What the fuck..?" despite his lack of eyeballs. She could only reply with a shrug as she looked over at her energetic friend again, noting that she was now smiling broadly (and toothily) while staring unblinkingly at Famine. The black stallion actually looked slightly disquieted by her demeanor.

Shaking it off, he forced his eyes to continue panning across the group before clearing his throat to speak again. "And the other earth-pony, I suppose - just for the sake of symmetry. Besides, I recall her being a... down-to-earth type." Pestilence snickered at the end of the line, glancing over at his elder brother. "It seems you're gonna need that, all right. In for an interesting night, eh? Well, I have no complaints. I'll take the unicorn, then, in addition to our dear, purple princess." Death, having regained his poise, nodded and spoke with a note of finality in his voice. "Then I'll take the pale-yellow pegasus - and with that, all is settled. If you please, ponies - take up position before the one who picked you!"

While the stallions shuffled sideways to put some more space between one another, the ponies walked towards the one who'd chosen each - except for Pinkie Pie, who preferred to bounce towards her spot. As Twilight Sparkle dodged around her friends to reach the end of the line where Pestilence waited, she glanced out the window and noted how the stars had stopped twinkling - rather, they shone clear and bright as small, static points of light. It was a small detail, but it told her without question that they were already caught in a powerful time-warp.

Once she reached her designated spot - standing side-by-side with Rarity, facing the sickly-looking Pestilence - she suddenly realized that something had changed. It was the smell, really. Pestilence smelled... unwashed. Sweaty. As one would expect. Reminded her somewhat of the random stallions she'd been picking up at the refugee-camp for the past couple of days. An absence is a hard thing to pick up on, and the absence of an absence even more so - but that was what she was sensing now.

From the first time she'd faced Death, and through the three rituals that followed, both he and his brothers had carried with them an unreal air: A sensation of them not really being alive, but rather some sort of simulacra of life. That sensation was now gone - the four stallions posed before her seemed genuine and alive. She still wasn't sure what had been missing from the picture, but it was there, now. What did it mean, if anything?

She wouldn't have much time to think about that for a while, she gathered. All of her friends were in position now, and with a final nod, Death raised his voice. "Let the Final Ritual commence. All of you - turn around, and bow!" The commanding tone was irresistible, and the six ponies obeyed as one. Down the line, four stallions stepped forwards, ready to mount their chosen mark - and a lot of different things started happening simultaneously.

Death's pale body covered Fluttershy's completely. She was not so much bowing as cowering, feeling the courage that had carried her all this way leech out of her rapidly now that the moment of truth was there. She was familiar with the ins and outs of sexuality, thanks to her many chats with the various woodland creatures she called friends - but she'd never actually tried it, and this stallion seemed awfully big. She yelped in shock when she felt something hot and fleshy bounce up against her exposed pussy, despite having tried to prepare herself for it.

Even though her whole body was shaking like a leaf, however, her hooves remained stationary. As much as she wanted to flee, dashing away from that scary thing pushing into her from behind, she refused to. This was a sacrifice that all of her friends had already made, for the good of Equestria - and she sensed that it was something she needed to experience if she wanted to keep her dear, dear friends. She'd noticed first Twilight and then Rarity drifting away for a while... and ever since Applejack and Rainbow Dash had returned with them, bedraggled and exhausted, three days ago - they, too, had become remote. It felt as if four of her friends had joined some kind of secret club that only those who had participated in the rituals could enter. And she didn't want to lose them, no matter what.

And so, despite her fear, she held fast, shivering slightly as she felt her labia stretching and spreading. It was a long, hard step from theory to practice for her, and she whimpered as she felt the thick shaft push up against an elastic barrier within her. Her cherry tensed under the strain and then broke, taking her virginity with it. The short, sharp pain this brought with it quickly faded, however, against the background buzz of the painful stretching of her entire pussy. Death's hard cock, lightly lubricated by his pre-cum, was pushing deeper and deeper inside her, opening up the virgin land as it went.

But as it reached her deepest depths, bumping up against her cervix and then stopping, she found that this pain, too, was fading. And when it started moving again - slowly, almost gently pulling back and then pushing forwards once more - she felt her cheeks heat up and her breath become rapid. This wasn't really so bad, she decided. Just like her forest-friends had said, it only hurt a bit right at first, and then it started to... feel good. Though they hadn't really been able to convey to her HOW good. The unfamiliar sensation put an end to her shivering, and her hind legs unconsciously straightened to provide easier access to her deflowered pussy. Above her, Death chuckled with delight as he felt yet another virgin body adapt to the shape of his cock. This one seemed like such a gentle flower - which would make it all the more entertaining to corrupt her...

Famine felt somewhat uncertain as he stepped forwards - two pretty young ponies were exposing themselves to him, and he only had the one cock. Well, of course, they'd both get a taste of it, but who first? The orange one was a known quantity - solid and down-to-earth with no real surprises. The pink one was everything BUT. And that effectively decided it - he was too curious about this bright-pink oddity to ignore her. And besides, her fluffy, pink tail reminded him somehow of cotton candy... and who could resist that? Certainly not the embodiment of hunger...

He covered her body with his own, steering his hard cock towards the inviting gap between her hind legs... and found it well-lubricated and parting eagerly before his approach. Having expected significantly more resistance - to his sheer girth if nothing else - he almost stumbled forwards, and slid all the way inside her in one, smooth movement. Below him, he heard a squeal of delight slide smoothly into a giggle-snort, and found himself once again mystified - he'd been confident that her odd enthusiasm would fade when faced with the realities before it, but apparently not.

Glancing down along his own flanks, he could see that the other earth-pony was wearing an expression of uncertainty and amazement, which made him feel a bit better. At least he wasn't the only one who was surprised... but, he couldn't let it show! For starters, he'd be a laughing-stock for his brothers if he let the pony determine the pace. Clearing his throat, he thus tried to seize control of the situation again. "Ahem. There's no need for you to just stand there, my little pony... lie down on your back in front of me, and spread your legs. We'll see if your friend's busy mouth can't be put to better use, hmm?"

The orange pony looked briefly ill at ease when he made that command, but then her face smoothed and she shrugged. "A'ight, no biggie." With those words, she took up position beneath his head and, with a grunt, rolled over on her back with her hind legs widely spread. The pink pony - who was still standing firm as he started fucking her in earnest, showing no signs of discomfort, giggled. "I wonder if it tastes like cider!" Then she dove right in, pushing her short muzzle down between the orange thighs, her lips and tongue moving eagerly. The recipient of this unhesitant attention started moaning almost immediately, resting her head against the floor as her legs twitched with pleasure.

Famine felt his lust burn brighter as he watched the orange pony writhe and moan, accelerating his thrusts to match. But even when he started fucking the pink one without restraint, pounding her with all his strength, he felt no particular resistance or indications of discomfort. In fact, from the way she was shaking her rear even as he rammed it, he could only conclude that she was enjoying his attention immensely. However, as he felt the tight, inner walls of her pussy clamp down on his shaft, massaging and milking every inch of it, he could no longer remember why this was supposed to be a bad thing. The way she was leaning into his thrusts, bucking underneath him, only made it all more pleasurable...

Already, his balls were thrumming, straining with his first cum-load of the night - the first of many. As the thick white goo began to pour out of him, filling the pink pony's eager snatch, he decided - then and there - that if anything, her enthusiasm was worth rewarding... perhaps once her womb was really straining under the weight of his sperm, he'd grant her supernatural elasticity, just so he could keep going until he'd turned her into nothing but a pink, cum-filled balloon.

As War stepped forwards, he silently activated the chains he had left sealed in his blue sex-toy's new decorations. Grinning, he watched them spring instantly into existence, binding her legs to the floor, manifesting dangling weights on her nipples and clit, and covering her face with a bit-gag and a metallic blindfold. Small chains were already pulling her pussy open, and as he poured a bit of extra energy into them, several more arched up to grab her sphincter with pointed hooks - attaching to the pieces of the asshole he'd felt snap like an overstretched elastic-band around his shaft three days ago, and pulling it apart like a blooming flower.

He paused momentarily to admire the sight - the way she was bound, helpless before him, her pussy and ass pulled open like a standing invitation for him. She was already shivering in expectation. Perhaps she hadn't recovered as much in the intermediary space as he'd feared. Well, either way, he'd come prepared - ready to finish the job and once and for all reduce her to a whimpering, mindless pile of obedient pony-flesh. The battlefields he had stomped across in the past three days had provided him with all the tools he'd need.

But ah, it was time to stop admiring his work, and instead GET to work. As he took another step forwards, covering her body with his own, he mentally commanded one of his chains to encircle his shaft, right in front of the radial ring, becoming a solid band of metal. Before, this band would have been studded with spikes pointing forwards - but this time, something else grew from the front of that metal rim - a taste of things to come.

He briefly let his cockhead caress the exposed tissue of her wide-open ass, before - with some regret - aiming lower, and instead pushing through her labia. As tempting as it was to resume his torment of her rectum, the friction would be problematic - even though the pain wouldn't bother him, the lack of lubrication would still slow him down way too much. And her pussy, meanwhile, proved to be... surprisingly well-lubricated. Seemed like he really HAD left a lasting impression on her last time. Well, he was about to leave another one, as he thrust deep inside her with a grunt, forcing his new cock-ring into contact with her inner labia.

A sizzling, electric noise could be heard from their interlocked genitals as the lightning-crystal fragments attached to his metallic cock-ring unloaded their charge. He could feel her jump at the sudden pain, her inner walls reflexively contracting around him as the voltage flowed through them. His eyes couldn't reach the point of contact, but his awareness was not as limited as that - even without eyes, he could still enjoy the view. Sparks were flying, bright and blue, wandering across the wet surface of her labia like lost lightning-bolts, making the flesh quiver. The circle of electric-blue crystal fragments that surrounded his shaft were glowing as they continued to discharge their energy into her.

Lightning-crystals were popular weapons of war in many kingdoms - when fully charged, they could unleash devastating thunderbolts over significant range, and while it took a unicorn's magic to create it in the first place, it could be subsequently charged in a variety of ways - including pegasus-made thunderstorms or magical turbines driven by muscle-power. Thus, even kingdoms that lacked unicorns could take advantage of them, by importing the crystals and using whatever resources they had available to recharge them. Of course, these particular crystals were nothing more than fragments, collected from the debris of a dozen battlefields - they could hold only enough charge to cause a painful, nonlethal shock, and they needed to be practically touching the target. Which suited War just fine in this case... especially since his own infinite power ensured that they remained permanently charged.

Of course, he had collected a lot more crystals than he was using right now - including larger fragments that would cause far more potent and painful shocks. But half the fun was to step things up gradually, and he had plenty of time... with a broad grin, he began to flex his powerful hips, fucking the blue pegasus with long, merciless thrusts. At the end of each, the crystals reached her pussy, unleashing a painful discharge directly into the sensitive, exposed tissue, making her jump and squeal through her bit-gag. The night had just begun, but already he knew that she'd be his obedient toy before it was over...

Twilight Sparkle felt a shiver of excitement go through her as she kneeled, side-by-side with Rarity. The sounds and smells of mating were already filling the chamber, as her friends were mounted one by one. Would Pestilence go for her or Rarity first? From what she'd heard of him from his brothers, she knew that he was the dirtiest and most perverted of them all... and that alone was enough to clue her in that this night would be one to remember, despite everything she'd already experienced.

A front-leg covered in sweat-matted white hairs landed directly in front of her face. Pestilence had mounted neither one of them, but instead stood directly between them now, his neck bent to look down on the two of them with his pale, sunken-in eyes. "Heh heh... you two look very nice, bent over like that... but I've got no interest in those juicy little pussies of yours. No, I've got more _interesting_things in mind, princess... Twilight, wasn't it? You put your mouth to use. Clean my tool, and make sure you lubricate it thoroughly."

She nodded and pushed herself upright, keeping her neck bent so as not to poke Pestilence in the belly with her horn. As she turned around to get to work, his gaze fell on Rarity. "Ah, and you... white unicorn, whatever your name is. You're on lubrication-detail too, just... the other part of it. Start licking your friend's ass, nice and deep. I wanna see you get your tongue right up in there... heh." Twilight, who'd just started taking in the vision of Pestilence's erect cock, turned her head at this and glanced at Rarity, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

During the first ritual, Death had forced her to tongue-clean his cock after he'd finished breaking in her ass, and the nauseating experience had taught her a lesson about... extending her personal hygiene. Having correctly predicted that the other stallions would be similarly disposed, she'd taken care to clean herself out with an enema before heading to the second ritual, and the third as well. However, since then, she'd lost interest. The taste didn't bother her anymore - if anything, that slight tang of ass-taint just added an arousingly dirty bit of spice to the ass-to-mouth she engaged in without hesitation by now. But... she hadn't thought it through. Hadn't considered that her decision not to bother with that sort of cleaning before this last ritual could have consequences for anyone ELSE. And now, her dainty friend Rarity would be the one who paid the price...

However, her own task wasn't looking too appetizing, either. Pestilence's shaft was just as long, thick and hard as any of his brothers', but it had a few extra things going for it. Like the thick stench of old sweat and piss that hung around it like a miasma, the warts that dotted its entire length (being heavily clustered around the as-yet unflared head), and the smears of slimy smegma caught in every wrinkle of skin. Her nose wrinkled as she approached it, but she knew better than to complain.

After all, Pestilence - despite all appearances - wasn't 'real'. No part of the nauseating feast she was about to expose her mouth to had come about as a result of chance, poor hygiene, or anything of the sort. He'd CHOSEN to manifest like that - and if humiliating her in this way was how he got off, well, she could only play along. With a grimace, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and engulfed the smelly, wart-covered cockhead between her lips. The taste hit her tongue immediately, confirming that the smell had, indeed, been a fair indication of what she was in for. But even as she reluctantly let her tongue collect the strong-tasting smegma that was caked around his urethra, she felt a hot breath on her rear, and instinctively lifted her tail.

Rarity leaned forwards, her nostrils twitching as they approached Twilight's asshole. As she pushed out her tongue towards the dirty orifice, she felt torn between several different emotions. The obvious one was resignation - she'd been ordered to do this by Pestilence, so she had no real choice in the matter. There was nothing to do but clamp down on her nausea and get it over with. The secondary emotion that this was struggling with was equally clear - disgust at the thought of what she was about to do.

Granted, over the past couple of days she'd gotten used to using her mouth and tongue to clean and lubricate various objects that had just vacated her own ass - purely as a matter of convenience - but she kept her rear hole well-cleaned at all times, inside and out, and had in fact been quite thorough with her rectal hygiene even before her recent... obsession. But literally sticking her tongue up somepony else's asshole, with the specific goal of cleaning it, was a whole other thing. And judging by the smell, Twilight Sparkle was... somewhat less dedicated to cleaning herself than Rarity was.

However, there was a third feeling, more subtle, weaving through it all... a memory of the previous ritual, foggy and tinted. The details evaded her, but she clearly remembered Twilight spending a significant period of time licking her ass with no trace of hesitation, eventually bringing her to a tremendous, bone-rattling orgasm through it. And she also remembered WHY Twilight had been doing it... to help her. She'd been writhing in pain at that point, her innards filled to overflowing by Famine's endless streams of cum. Twilight had taken her place, AND accepted the humiliation of drinking the thick, slimy jizz that flowed from her asshole when Famine finally vacated it. What SHE was being asked to do was far less than what Twilight had done voluntarily for her sake - so really, she could not possibly defend any kind of reluctance in this.

And she knew, from experience, that a soft tongue insistently caressing your sphincter and lower rectum could feel really, really good. This was not the time to feel repulsed, she decided. This was the time to repay the favor Twilight had done her, with interest. Pushing her hesitation aside, she thrust her muzzle forwards and began to lick Twilight's lavender-colored sphincter with all the enthusiasm she could muster. Doing her best to ignore the taste of unwashed ass, she instead focused on the feeling of the tightly-knotted sphincter-muscles gradually relaxing and loosening under the tongue-massage.

Of course, she couldn't ignore the taste altogether, especially since it was backed up by the smell. Her nostrils, after all, were less than an inch from the increasingly spit-covered hole, and squeezed up against the spot right under Twilight's tail. The taste and smell of ass were unmistakable... and, she realized, not nearly as unpleasant as she'd expected. Perhaps it was a Pavlovian reaction, she thought. Over the past couple of days, that smell and taste - albeit less... intense - had usually prefaced a well-lubricated dick or dildo making its way into her eagerly-waiting asshole. Even now, she could feel her own sphincter twitch in hopeful anticipation.

How long would it be before her hungry asshole was fed again, anyway? It was obvious that Pestilence intended to pour his attention into Twilight first, but on the other hand, his obvious focus on anal sex was comforting. She felt confident that she'd get to feel his girth inside her soon enough - until then, she'd just have to focus on whatever tasks were assigned her. She'd gotten a decent look at his shaft before her view was blocked out by Twilight's shapely rear, and the dirty, diseased appearance of it hadn't registered to her the way it once would have. The possibility of feeling it throb deep inside her ass blocked out and nullified all other concerns.

Snapping herself out of her selfish reverie, she noticed that Twilight's sphincter felt suitably relaxed and loose by now, after all the time she'd spent licking both the ring itself and the skin surrounding it. It was time to push onwards... so to speak. Straightening her tongue, she pushed her face forwards, wedging it between Twilight's buttocks as she felt the sphincter open easily around the wet, muscular intrusion. Her lips formed a tight seal around the slightly-raised sphincter, creating the effect of a twisted kiss even as her tongue explored deeper. Once again, she found herself split between trying to ignore the taste, and finding it strangely arousing.

One thing that fell squarely in the 'arousing' camp, however, was the way Twilight's asshole was squeezing rhythmically down on her tongue - indicating that she was, indeed, managing to pass some degree of pleasure on to her friend. She could hear moans mixed into the slurping sounds as Twilight continued to work her way down the long shaft towards the dangling, sweat-dripping ballsack, with Rarity instinctively following along, refusing to break the contact between her lips and the other pony's asshole. Above them, Pestilence was giggling profusely, the sound far more creepy than cute.

Fluttershy's breath was coming in short bursts, each one mysteriously transforming into a high-pitched little moan or whine as it passed through her muzzle. She could tell that she was blushing furiously - a sensation she was quite used to - but what she WASN'T used to was the entire rest of her body feeling just as hot. Or the way her tail was twitching as it glued itself to her back. Or that strange sensation, combining friction, stretching, fullness and body-heat that was radiating out of her pussy, making her lose control of her own body.

After all the work her friends had put into trying to dissuade her from joining them in this, she'd been prepared to endure a painful, humiliating experience for the greater good, and for the sake of her friends. Instead, she found herself enjoying it. In fact, it was one of the most enjoyable things she'd ever experienced. There was something about the way the hormones were flowing through her body, clouding her mind... something in the sound of the stallion laboring and breathing heavily above her.

The self-conscious feelings of nervousness and worthlessness were gone. In a way, it was only in their absence that she realized how much time she spent with her head held low, trying to avoid getting noticed lest anyone realize how useless she really was. No matter how many times her friends comforted her, reminding her of all her accomplishments they'd achieved together, she could never really convince herself. But now, as endorphins filled her brain, a different, more direct argument was being made...

The stallion certainly didn't think she was worthless. She could tell that he was enjoying himself - that he was enjoying her body. His cock was twitching inside her, swelling with desire. And he wasn't just some random stallion, either - but a physical incarnation of the concept of death. A god, for all intents and purposes, wearing the appearance of an Alicorn Prince. He might have originally picked her just because she was a virgin, but that was long gone by now - the pain of his initial thrust had already faded entirely - and he was still going. He hadn't discarded her, or asked to trade with one of his brothers for someone better, someone prettier, someone more experienced... he just kept pouring lustful thrusts into her, effortlessly lifting her towards orgasm after orgasm.

She wasn't even conscious of how inviting she'd made herself. The way she'd spread her legs and was now stretching them out to the point where she was standing on tippy-hooves, just to give him an easier entry. The way she'd never flinched away from his thrusts, or for that matter pushed back against him - instead, just standing firm to let him fuck her as hard or as gentle as he wished. The way her every breath was a tiny exclamation of pleasure, providing him with running feedback. Despite the fact that he should be able to control every individual cell in his artificially-created body, Death found himself heating up, his climax growing near sooner than he'd planned.

He liked this one, he decided. Liked the way her body was simultaneously well-toned and soft. Liked the way she seemed both submissive and firm at the same time. Liked those little sounds she kept making. He needed to do more than just fuck her... he wanted to give her something to remember him by. Carefully restraining his power, he let his magic seep out, and into her - seeking her soul and her mind, searching for a connection. Something he could use. And he found it. It would require him to dig into one of his more obscure purviews, but that was refreshing in itself. A plan began to take form in his head, even as the movements of his powerful hips became more random and spastic.

His mind briefly went blank as his pleasure peaked, and he whinnied in orgasm. She made an odd, high-pitched little yelp underneath him as she felt his sperm pour into her womb. Still buried inside her but no longer thrusting, he took a deep breath as he waited for his still-hard cock to stop twitching, and his mind to clear. Normally, at this point he'd be pulling out and aiming higher, stretching open her ass as he showed her that her ordeal wasn't all fun and orgasms... but right now, he had something different in mind. Not that her ass would get out of his reach unmolested, mind - he just wanted to have a little talk with her first.

He lowered his head to look back between his legs. Damn, she looked fine... particularly the way her hind legs were shaking as she kept her tight little butt raised for his use, while her flushed face rested on the floor. She was panting, seemingly recovering from an orgasm of her own, but her eyes still seemed mostly lucid as she returned his gaze. "Enjoy yourself, filly?" He asked teasingly, but she just pulled her head upright and smiled gently at him. "Oh... well, yes, Mister Death. It was... very nice." Her voice was smooth and soft, with barely a catch in it from her breathlessness. It made her seem even cuter, and he chuckled.

"Well, that's nice to hear... but before we continue, I wanted to ask you something. You... like animals, don't you?" She seemed momentarily confused by the sudden change of subject, but then nodded and smiled beatifically. "Oh, yes! All the cute little creatures of the forest are my friends!" Death chuckled again. "So I can sense... your kindness keeps even those who might otherwise be inclined to feed on the residents of Ponyville in check. Though... not quite ALL of them, hmm? The Timberwolves are not so easily swayed by your charms, I expect..."

Her confusion was obviously deepening, so rather than wait for a reply, he continued. "Listen well, little filly... it is to us given the right to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the forest and the field. That is part of our purview. Now, in practice, that means that I handle any kind of death that isn't specifically part of War, Famine and Pestilence's areas of expertise. But the fangs and claws of the wild beasts is an area I have particularly strong authority over... and you have blunted that power in the area around Ponyville."

"Uhm... I'm sorry?" She seemed uncertain of what he was getting at, and also a tad distracted by the thick shaft still lodged inside her. He grinned. "No need to apologize. What you have done is certainly impressive... I merely wanted to offer my help in expanding your area of influence. As it is, well... being who I am, I can tell you that even without my direct involvement - as per the conditions of this ritual - 27 ponies have fallen prey to wild beasts throughout the realm of Equestria within the past month. Higher than it would normally be, due to the influx of easy prey in the form of refugees... but on the other hand, I wasn't even counting the casualties in non-pony races. Donkeys, mules, the odd griffon..."

She gasped, her eyes filling with tears as he read her the cold statistics. As she lifted her hooves to cover her mouth, he carried on. "Of course, your influence has kept such casualties to a bare minimum in the Ponyville-area. And if you like, I can put a spell on you that will expand that influence greatly. One that will draw in otherwise-dangerous creatures from all over Equestria, including those otherwise immune to your charms." Her face brightened, and she looked up from her hooves, smiling. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

His grin broadened. "Oh, certainly... it's a complex bit of magic, but I've got power to spare. However, in return, I expect you to apply yourself_enthusiastically_ to your duties tonight - whether for me, or for my brothers. Not just doing what you're told, but doing it to the best of your ability." She was nodding almost before he finished talking. "But of course, Mister Death... I'll do my best!" "That's great... I'll just start pouring my magic into you, then." With a half-step backwards and a flex of his hips, he pulled out at last, leaving her well-fucked pussy to gape slightly in his absence. Then he raised his aim and stepped forwards again, pushing his unflared cockhead against her sphincter. "Besides... this will be good practice for you."

"What do you... *hnng* mean, Mister Death?" Her voice only briefly cracked into a high-pitched groan as he robbed her of her OTHER virginity, stretching her ass open and forcing his way inside. She did not seem to otherwise flinch from what had to be a painful intrusion, and he nodded in approval. "Hmm. Well, when this spell takes effect, anytime a wild beast anywhere in Equestria is tempted to feast on the flesh of ponies or other equines, it will instead be drawn to you. Of course, you will have to feed them... but since they will be literally going out of their way, they will expect more than that to justify their restrain. And animals only really care for three things - food, territory... and mating-rights. Since you can't give them territory, you will have to satisfy their needs in the OTHER two categories."

While talking, he'd been using long, slow thrusts to gradually push deeper into her virgin rectum, stretching her insides as he went. With a final flex of his hips, he felt his cockhead come up against the soft tissue that indicated a sharp curve in her intestines, while his radial ring brushed up against her sphincter. She'd taken his full length inside her without complaint, and as he grinned at the thought of how much 'training' she'd be getting in the future, he began to fuck her in earnest, continuing his explanation as he did.

"You will have to satisfy them fully, in whatever way they want... if you don't, well, they probably won't heed your call the NEXT time they're hungry." Her only reply was a faint whimper. Apparently, having his full length buried inside her ass was having an impact on her. Well, that was fine. She'd clearly gotten the message. Of course, he was lying through his teeth, too. A spell that did exactly what he claimed would be extremely complicated and powerful, and probably wouldn't bind to anything less than an Alicorn. What he'd ACTUALLY do was quite a bit simpler... but she didn't need to know that.

The wild beasts WERE his purview, after all. Ordering them to steer clear of equine flesh within the boundaries of Equestria was fairly simple, and didn't really require this eager-to-please filly's involvement in any way. The spell he was binding into her flesh with every thrust, thus, was another thing entirely: One that would draw in a moderate amount of lustful beasts from nearby areas, and attach their desires to her. No more, no less. She would be besieged by horny, virile beasts every day - and would no doubt service them to the best of her ability, convinced that the continued lack of beast-attacks in the entire kingdom depended on it. The spell would last at least a decade, maybe two... oh, she would remember him, all right. He quickly escalated the force of his thrusts, delighting in the way she was standing firm against him, refusing to flinch away... so eager to repay him for the 'favor' he was doing her.

Famine was mystified. It was only a small, niggling thing underneath the ebb and flow of his pleasure, but it was such an unfamiliar feeling for a being older than time that he could not entirely ignore it. He had expected the pink pony beneath him to start groaning in pain after the first two or three loads, as her womb strained to hold his voluminous ejaculate. But even though he could feel the growing pressure on his cockhead, and the small but steady flow of cum leaking out around his flared head to ooze out around her tautly-stretched cunt-lips, there were no signs of discomfort from her. She was still merrily licking her orange-colored friend towards yet another orgasm, and moving her body against his thrusts with every indication of enjoyment.

He wasn't even entirely certain how many times he'd cum - he'd let himself get carried away by her enthusiastic participation. Maybe it wasn't as many as he thought it was. But it still bothered him too much to ignore. With an effort of will, he pulled his mind out of the swamp of animalistic pleasure it had been steeping in since he started fucking the pink filly, and instead lowered his head to scope out the situation directly. What he saw failed entirely to allay his concerns, and instead only served to redouble them. Her stomach and abdomen were impossibly swollen, stretched so far that he could practically see the bucketloads of sperm swirling around inside. If he kept going much further, she wouldn't be able to move against him anymore - her swollen belly would lift her off the ground and thus effectively immobilize her. Already, the ballooned-out hide was pushing her legs outwards and touching the ground - she was less pushing back against him, more pushing off with her legs to rock in time with his thrusts.

In short, she somehow seemed capable of doing exactly what he'd planned to enable her to do - without any intervention from him or his brothers. The realization pushed him past 'mystified' and halfway into 'boggled', and he felt his thrusts become slow and irregular as his mind tried to focus on solving this mystery. Instinctively, he reached out for her mind, seeking the answer in her own memories - but as his magic touched it, a burst of chaotic colors burst into his mind, threatening to overwhelm him. Images of impossible feats flashed through his head - weapons pulled out of the thin air, invisible barriers treated as solid surfaces or used as doorways, omniscient awareness of localized events and even accurate prediction of the near future. He staggered back, momentarily overwhelmed.

The being beneath him - he hardly felt that he could call her a pony after what he'd just seen - noticed him pulling back and turned her head a full 180 degreesto stare directly up into his face as she giggled. "Aww, is it over already? I was just getting into it..." Blinking rapidly, he forced down an initial surge of panic. Whatever she was, she didn't seem aware of it. Heck, even if she WAS some sort of extra-dimensional being of enormous power, she was apparently committed to playing her current role. He was still in charge - assuming he didn't let his disturbing insight show. "Ahem... yes. I thought it was time for you two to switch places, hmm? Your orange friend needs some tongue-exercise too, I'm sure."

Applejack blinked, vaguely aware that the statement resounding down from above was relevant to her. She'd been floating away on a cloud of orgasmic pleasure, losing track of time as Pinkie Pie's seemingly tireless tongue and lips worked their magic on her increasingly sensitive pussy. She felt somehow cheated - if she'd known how skillful Pinkie Pie was at this, they could've had a lot more fun together in the past. Well, she knew now, and she wasn't going to forget anytime soon. But now, apparently, it was time to reciprocate. She didn't have much experience with lickin' pussy yet, but she'd picked up the basics while carousing with Twilight a couple days earlier, and now she had first-hand experience at the hooves (or, rather, tongue) of a master to add to that.

Her pussy still tingling from Pinkie Pie's treatment, she rolled onto her hooves and turned around - pausing in mid-stride as she saw her friend's transformation into what appeared to be a pink parade-balloon. Then she rolled her eyes and blew a quick burst of air upwards to push aside her forelock, which had fallen into her eyes as it tended to. Dang, but this whole thing would've been easier if they were all as... flexible and easygoing as Pinkie Pie. Famine glanced down at her while he took a couple of steps back, pulling the full length of his goo-covered cock out into the cool air, his expression indicating that he was much less used to Pinkie's odd capabilities than she was.

Pinkie Pie, for her part, just laughed as she bounced forwards on her distended belly, little spurts of cum squirting from her pussy with every impact. Then she did a bigger bounce, twisted 180degrees in midair, and landed on her back with all four hooves pawing at the air. Applejack, keeping her own hooves steadily on the ground, took up position in front of her friend's well-used cunt-hole and dipped her muzzle into it. Cum was leaking steadily out of it, and judging by the size of the reservoir, it would probably continue to do so for a while. Hopefully, Famine wasn't expecting her to gobble it ALL up - unlike Pinkie Pie, she wasn't made of rubber.

While her lowered head applied what she'd learned of cunnilingus so far - nuzzling the labia, teasing the clit and licking up the steadily-flowing stream of cum - her rump was lifted into the air, the tail curled back to expose her drooling pussy and pulsating anus. Applejack was a fast learner, after all, and she'd already figured out that any kind of resistance - even if it was just implied by less-than-complete cooperation - would only make matters worse for her. She didn't flinch when she felt Famine's cockhead - still flared from the latest load he'd pumped into Pinkie Pie - pushed against her asshole. If anything, she was secretly grateful for his choice - she needed the practice, for Big Mac's sake. Besides, the layer of slimy spunk that covered it at least provided some decent lubrication.

Famine was apparently counting on that lubrication too, 'cuz he wasn't bothering with taking it easy - he thundered forwards right from the word go, filling and stretching her ass as he sought its deepest depths. Like last time, he stopped when his radial ring touched her sphincter, and his cockhead pushed up against the bend at the bottom of her intestine - but the impact was still powerful enough to push her forwards, driving her muzzle deeper into Pinkie Pie's eagerly-parting pussy. Cum and pussy-juice filled her nostrils, drowning her sense of smell in its thick musk as Pinkie Pie squealed in delight.

Her powerful, work-hardened forelegs came to her rescue, however - pushing back against Famine's potent thrusts, she was able to pull her muzzle out of the soft, enveloping folds, and after snorting a few times, she could breathe freely again. The scent was still strong, though - the sticky mix of cum and juice coated the insides of her nostrils, and wouldn't be easily removed. She didn't mind so much, though. The earthy smell reminded her of the farm, somehow, and it made it easier for her to let her mind wander, imagining that the rutting stallion pounding her ass wasn't the night-black Famine, but the familiar, bright-red bulk of her big brother.

That illusion, however, was broken when Famine lowered his head next to hers, peering at her as he grinned broadly. His voice came in a hoarse whisper. "Well, now, little filly... I sense something in you. A hunger for forbidden fruit." She felt herself blushing, and tried to focus on keeping her mouth and tongue moving. He had not, after all, released her from her pussy-licking duties. "No worries..." he continued. "I see nothing wrong with it. I just thought I'd give you a suggestion... you should see if you can't get shuffled into the hooves of my youngest brother, Pestilence, at some point tonight - and when you do, try to ask a boon of him. He's in a good mood tonight, so he might just grant it. You see... his purview isn't limited to just infectious disease, but covers all kinds of health-related issues. Including birth-defects and the like. If you earn his blessing, little things like inbreeding won't be a matter of concern for you anymore. And wouldn't that be nice?"

Applejack's blush deepened as his suggestion sank in, and she felt her heart quickening. Inbreeding was a very real concern for country-ponies, and she'd delivered apple-pies to enough isolated farmsteads and tiny villages to know how serious a problem it could be. She'd seen the results of ponies who'd 'forgotten' to keep that problem in mind. That was a big part of her internal conflict about her grown attraction to Big Macintosh - and, obviously, a big part of his reluctance. Even if they just used anal and oral sex, like that first time, it would be all too easy to 'forget' in the throes of pleasure. Like they almost had. Heck, honesty compelled her to admit to herself that she HAD forgotten, entirely - it was just lucky that Big Mac had kept his head long enough to remember.

If she could tell him honestly that inbreeding wouldn't be a problem... well, he probably still wouldn't wanna put a foal in his little sister, but it would ease his worries for sure. And if an 'accident' DID happen... well, it wouldn't be the end of the world, would it? And Pestilence could do that for her. Knowing these stallions, a favor like that wouldn't come cheap... but she owed it to herself AND her brother to at least try. The potential gain was far too great to do anything else.

Lost in thought as images of the things she could do with her brother if she didn't need to worry about an accidental pregnancy anymore flew through her head, she didn't even notice how much more enthusiastically and smoothly she was moving underneath Famine. Her rump was moving unconsciously back and forth, pushing back against the thrusts and then moving forwards along with his thick tool as it bottomed out, continuing forwards even as his movement reversed and he began to pull out. This movement maximized the length of his thrusts, enabling the back of his flared cockhead to touch the inside of her sphincter on every stroke. And she did it all without ever letting her tongue miss a beat, digging into Pinkie Pie's wet pussy with constantly-increasing skill - at least based on the rising pitch of the pink pony's moans of pleasure. Famine grinned broadly as he raised his head again. The suggestion had had the intended effect, and his confidence was restored. He was getting a hell of a ride out of it himself, and Pestilence would have fun coming up with some task or challenge to give this pony in return for his services. Big wins all 'round.

War was standing back a bit, admiring his work while his hard cock throbbed in sadistic pleasure beneath his flanks. Rainbow Dash was suspended upside-down in the air in front of him, her chains anchored - as before - to empty air. That included the thin chains stretching from her clit, nipples and tongue - but rather than just ending in midair, they each ended in a hovering, blue crystal, which sent regular surges of sparkling electricity down the highly-conductive iron chains. The nine-chained scourge that he had tormented her with during the previous ritual was at work again, scarring her exposed flesh - but this time, each chain terminated in a small, blue crystal, sending sharp shocks through her body with every impact. She was moaning into her bit-gag, her body constantly twitching as it absorbed shock after shock.

But he was far from done. A tiny, thin chain, its links enclosing a number of equally tiny crystal shards, was making its way into her urethra, moving like a miniature snake as it took advantage of the way the tiny hole had been exposed by the hooks currently pulling her labia widely apart. The crystals weren't discharging yet - that would wait 'till the chain had found its way all the way into her bladder, and pulled enough links inside to form a nice, little anchor. Wouldn't want it to get pulled out when she started thrashing around, after all.

And of course, the Pièce de Résistance was still in production. Large, black chain-links were spinning together into a large spool in front of him, with a large chunk of crystal caught in the middle, and several smaller shards mixing together with the outer links as the mass of metal began to solidify. Keeping one eye on his creation, he noticed that the tiny chain had fully penetrated the blue pegasus' tiniest and most sensitive orifice, and sent it a mental command to harden. The flexible chain quickly transformed into a hard, unyielding metal rod roughly the thickness of a pencil, with a large, spherical lump of metal lodged inside the bladder - ensuring that there was no physical way for it to be expelled without his say-so. The other end of the chain curved upwards from the stretched-open little hole to join with the larger chain attached to her clit. As electric discharges traveled down that chain and hit the sensitive nub, part of the charge continued down the side-chain, activating the tiny crystal shards interspersed along the rod's length - sending multiple bursts of concentrated electricity radiating outwards through the sensitive tissue. The groans and whinnies of pain escaping from around the peagus' bit-gag jumped up a few octaves.

Meanwhile, his final creation was complete. The chains had spun together into a towering pillar of unyielding iron, roughly the size and shape of his own erect cock. The sides were smooth, but dotted along the surface were small, blue crystal shards, poking slightly out from it, sharp as glass. And nestled in its hard was a full-sized thunder-crystal - albeit one that had been broken into two pieces, and lost a couple of shards along the way. Each half-crystal would provide a discharge well below the lethal threshold, but still far above any of the smaller shards he'd utilized so far - and he'd set 'em up for an offset discharge, so that one of them was charging while the other DIScharged. All in all, as fine a tool of torture and sadism as he'd ever forged. All it needed was a touch of humiliation to make it perfect...

Controlling the numerous chains with naught but a swift thought, he pulled back the electrified scourge - though he did not dismiss it - and removed the chains that held the pegasus suspended in the air. The chains attached to her nipples and clit rapidly shrank, pulling the pain-inducing crystals at their ends even closer to the sensitive nubs of flesh. The one attached to her tongue, however, disappeared altogether, collapsing into a simple tongue-stud again. He watched her sprawl on the floor for a moment, still twitching from the electric shocks running through her at regular intervals, her belly and flank covered with angry, red striped where his whip had struck.

Then he spoke one word, "Stand", and simultaneously dismissed the metallic blindfold that had covered her eyes. She struggled to comply, legs obviously heavy and unsteady - and not just from fatigue and pain. The chains were no longer attached to anything, but they were still wrapped tightly around all four of her legs. He liked the way it looked. Her eyes were unfocused and foggy, he noticed - a good sign. He sent the scourge forwards again, delivering a few more strokes to her rear in order to speed her up, and soon she was standing before him on wobbly legs.

He planted the huge, imposing, black iron dildo in front of her, and mentally activated the lightning-crystals inside. Snaking tentacles of electricity walked up its walls, jumping from protruding crystal to protruding crystal, before colliding at the top and humming out of existence - spreading a smell of ozone. She flinched slightly back from it, her legs wobbling, and he grinned. "This is going up your ass - every inch - and staying there for the rest of the night. But because I am a merciful master, I am giving you a chance to lubricate it first. Put your tongue to work - you've got until I grow bored of waiting."

She hesitated only briefly before jumping forwards and beginning to lick the dildo near the base. Her tongue-stud made metallic rattles and whines as it was dragged across the hard surface, but she didn't seem to notice the painful sound. She did, however, notice when the lightning-crystals discharged again, a couple of seconds later, sending a powerful electric shock arching from the metallic surface to her tongue-stud. She stumbled back, blinking rapidly as her jaws briefly seized up, and War swiftly sent the scourge forwards again, lashing across her flanks, rump and back, punishing her for letting herself be diverted from her task.

Walking up behind her, he covered both her body and the huge dildo with his shadow, and grinned down at her. "Lift your ass, filly. I will prepare your anus for what it is about to receive." She obeyed - of course - and he stepped forwards to push his cockhead against her peeled-open sphincter. There was little in the way of lubrication here - most of the juices that had covered his cock when he fucked her earlier had evaporated in the meantime. But combined with the fouler juices covering the inside of her rectum, it was enough to allow him to move with reasonable ease - though no doubt still a painful level of friction for her. He was also still wearing the electrified cock-ring he'd created when he mounted her at the inception of the ritual, and it buzzed satisfyingly when he reached full penetration and brought it into contact with her shattered sphincter.

Twilight Sparkle staggered as reality reasserted itself around her. She'd been drifting away in a sea of pleasure as Pestilence ass-fucked her, finding the warts that covered his shaft for be more than stimulating enough to compensate for how gross they were. But now, the pale, sickly-looking stallion had stepped back, leaving her ass gaping in his wake, and as the afterglow of the last orgasm receded, guilt took its place. Pestilence's knobby dick wasn't the only source of her pleasure, after all - the hard, unyielding ivory buried in her pussy, throbbing with magical power, had helped too.

A unicorn's horn was a sacred and intimate thing. The source and heart of their magical powers. Thus, even as she became increasingly worldly and sexually active, the idea of using the conveniently phallic object attached to both her own forehead and that of her most intimate friend, in any kind of sexual way, simply hadn't occurred to her. To soil something so holy and mystical with base urges was unthinkable. Well, unthinkable to HER. Pestilence had clearly thought of it, seeing as he'd ordered Rarity to start horn-fucking her while he rode her ass.

She looked back, cheeks burning with shame as a word from Pestilence finally released Rarity from her demeaning duty. Well, at least it had only been her pussy that Rarity was forced to bury her horn in. If it had been her ass, it would've been even worse... which just left her with a bad premonition that Pestilence wouldn't forget to cross that off his bucket-list before the night was over. For now, though, the sickly stallion grinned down at the two of them with different plans in mind. "Time for a little switch-a-roo, I think... come, little white unicorn - put your mouth to good use again, and clean your friend's filth off my rod. Start at the base, and make sure you get all the back-spray off my ballsack."

Rarity winced visibly, clearly trying to ignore the juices that were coating her horn and running down her forehead, but she obediently ducked under Pestilence's white-coated flanks and started kissing and licking his dangling testicles. Meanwhile, his gaze panned to Twilight, who swallowed as she wondered what he had in store for HER. The sick grin covering his pale, sweaty face did not inspire a great deal of hope that it would be anything less than nauseating. "As for you, princess... heh. Your friend did a nice job cleaning your ass before, but I hear you've quite a deft tongue on you too. I think I'd like to find out firsthand. You'll want to use your magic to attach yourself to my rear, so you can maintain contact even when I'm... moving. Heh."

Twilight's face twitched slightly at that command, however unsurprising. Considering how foul his cock had been, she couldn't imagine how unpleasant her new duty would be. And it sounded like he planned to keep her at it for a while. However, just as she started to weave the spells necessary to accomplish his command, he leaned his head down next to her and whispered to her. "If you do a good job - show some real enthusiasm - I don't mind if you use whatever magic you've got left to... entertain yourself." That suggestion made her heartbeat rapidly speed up. The blissful, orgasmic plains she'd just left behind suddenly beckoned once more. If she could drown her mind in sexual pleasure, it would be so much easier to get through the trials ahead...

Swiftly moving behind him, she jumped into the air while unleashing her swiftly-woven spell - a simple, low-rent thing that attached her solidly to his rear. She'd specifically targeted her own head, pulling it harshly into the bulls-eye that was his asshole. Like with a band-aid, she figured that it was better to just get it all over with in an instant rather than approach it slowly. His greasy, sweat-stained tail swatted across her forehead as the stench assailed her nostrils, filling her every breath with the scent of a sickly, unwashed body - and an equally unwashed asshole.

Her lips were mashed up against it, but still closed - and she was quickly weaving another, more familiar spell that she hoped would give her the courage to open them. The empty yearning of her pussy and ass were swiftly satisfied by the familiar, silk-smooth intrusion of her magical construct, and she felt her whole body relax as the tide of pleasure rose once more. But, ah, her ability to do this depended on her showing 'enthusiasm' in her current duty, and with an effort of will, she opened her mouth, enclosed the wrinkled, filth-stained sphincter with her delicate lips, and plunged her tongue into the center.

The taste was every bit as foul as the smell, but her constructs were moving faster and faster inside her lower orifices, and as she began to climb back up towards the orgasmic plateau, the taste seemed to matter less and less. The continuation of the pleasure depended on the activity of her lips. It seemed a strangely familiar situation, and the hesitation quickly melted out of her mouth as she began to rim and tongue-fuck him in earnest.

Rarity, meanwhile, was working her way through her task, and it was getting more unpleasant by the inch. Near the base of Pestilence's cock, what she licked up had been mainly remnants of cum backflow, and the layer of spit Twilight had left on it during her original treatment. But as she approached the head, her tongue found a knobbly, heavily-textured surface that had been buried deep inside her friend's ass, and tasted like it too. The way her neglected asshole was crying out for attention only made it worse - she'd left her semi-permanent dildo behind in her boutique before going to join her friends at the Golden Oak Library before the ritual, and since then, her asshole had been depressingly empty. She'd hardly been able to contain herself while the sickly-looking stallion lavished his attention on Twilight Sparkle, while her own humiliating task put her in a perfect position to watch the action up close.

As she reached the tip of Pestilence's cock, things worsened by an order of magnitude. The thick cluster of genital warts surrounding his unflared head had scooped up a generous amount of slime that had previously coated the deepest parts of Twilight's ass, and now it was finding its way unto her tongue. Gagging slightly, she pushed through the task, shifting her body around to stand in front of the imposing shaft. Stretching her jaws open, she pushed her head forwards to engulf the entire head in her mouth, tongue dancing across the sensitive surface in a grand finish that surely, not even this uncouth fellow could complain about.

She heard him chuckle from somewhere around her rump, the sound slimy as if he had something stuck in his throat. "I can see your asshole twitching back here. Like it's lonely. Are you wondering which of your holes that big shaft of mine will be visiting when you're done cleaning it, hmm?" She couldn't answer him with her mouth full, or even turn to stare pleadingly at him - but apparently, he wasn't really looking for her input anyway. "Tell you what - I'll give you a little challenge. If you drink it all, I'll fuck your ass, just the way you like it. If even a drop escapes, it'll be your pussy instead - and I'll make sure your asshole is left untouched for the entire rest of the night."

Her heart pounded as he laid out the stakes for her like that. She desperately needed to feel something in her ass again, and despite all the other ways she'd managed to satisfy the hunger of her rear hole over the past three days, she knew very well that nothing could beat the throbbing girth of one of these oversized stallion-cocks. Worse, failure would mean a subjective eternity of unreleased need. She knew she could not fail. She just wasn't entirely certain what he was telling her to DO. Drink 'it' all? Was he about to cum? It hadn't been that long since he blasted his second load into Twilight's ass, and there was no indication that his head was flaring.

The mystery was solved for her when a spurt of thin, acidic liquid filled her mouth, lightly mixed with traces of cum. The disgusting, sour taste hit her tastebuds like lightning, sending several thoughts surging through her head in rapid succession. First, the realization that the stallion was pissing directly into her mouth. Second, disgust at that realization, and an overwhelming desire to spit it out. Third, the certainty that THIS was the challenge that he'd referred to - and that it would be a very real challenge indeed. Cum came in separate spurts. The pee would, after this initial, urethra-clearing burst, be coming in a constant, powerful stream.

Fourth, the certain knowledge that she COULD NOT fail this challenge. She knew from Twilight's explanation that this would be a very long night indeed, and going through it all with a constantly throbbing, starving, untouched asshole was simply unthinkable. Uncertainty and disgust was pushed aside, and she quickly swallowed - just in time for the main stream to begin, rapidly filling her mouth again. She swallowed constantly, downing the hot, acrid piss as if it was cool and refreshing cider.

It wasn't fast enough, though. She could feel her cheeks begin to balloon out as the hot piss filled her mouth, threatening to escape through the tight seal of her lips. Desperate, she pushed forwards, forcing the constantly-peeing cockhead deeper into the back of her throat, trying to create a new seal there. The meaty knob hit her throat like a cork, and the high-pressure jet started to push harder into her esophagus, with nowhere else to go. She still needed to actually swallow, though, and she still couldn't do that fast enough. Despite the growing pain in her throat, she kept pushing forwards, and felt her windpipe constrict as the stallion's girth forced its way into her neck.

Finally, she had managed to jam it deep enough into her esophagus that it was holding open the floodgates of her throat - there was no more need to swallow, the steady stream of urine was simply flowing down her throat and into her stomach without any further interaction on her part. Remnants of urine still filled her mouth, soaking her tongue, and she couldn't swallow it with the thick cock now blocking her throat - but without more piss flowing into it, she could easily keep her lips sealed around the knobbly shaft while she waited.

It was a strange sensation, now that she could relax enough to actually pay attention. She'd deep-throated stallion-cock before, but at those times, it had been the stallion doing all the work, while she just acted as a convenient, passive fuck-hole. This time, she'd done it all herself - and the hard shaft filling her throat still wasn't moving, just... gently pulsing as the piss continued to flow from it. His bladder must've been the size of a beach-ball, she decided, as the foul liquid filled her stomach. She could feel it inside her, like a ball of nauseating heat.

It did, however, give her time to fully appreciate the flavor currently soaking into her tongue. When it had first hit her tastebuds, her reaction had been immediate rejection - but perhaps the promise of some nice, solid anal sex in her near future was improving her disposition, or maybe she was just getting desensitized to the details of what, exactly, it WAS. Either way, she was starting to think that maybe it didn't taste all that bad after all. Sure, it was sour, but sourness was a mature, sophisticated sort of flavor in and of itself. And with nothing else to do while she waited for Pestilence to finish emptying his bladder into her, she had time to pick up on more subtle undertones. A mild sweetness. A hint of salt. An acquired taste, certainly, but once you got over the SOURCE, it wasn't altogether unpleasant.

Nonetheless, when the steady flow of urine finally slowed to a dripple, she wasted no time pulling her head back, freeing up her throat to swallow the last mouthful while her tongue quickly began sweeping the wrinkly surface of the cockhead for remnants. She carefully sucked the last few drops directly out of his urethra as she finished up, finally releasing him from between her lips. She might have gotten used to the taste of his piss, but there were more important things at stake right now. Pestilence grinned as she pirouetted in place, presenting her twitching, eager asshole to his spit-shined cock - but he also nodded, acknowledging that she'd passed the trial. She squealed in delight as he mounted her, slamming her rump back against his advancing member with no regard for image. The hot, pulsating shaft filled her, feeling less like an intruder and more like a vital organ she'd been missing. Grunting and moaning in pleasure, she rode his strokes with undisguised eagerness, working hard to get the most out of the long-awaited ride.

Hours rolled by - enjoyably for the stallions, and with somewhat more mixed results for the ponies. War laughed as he made Rainbow Dash sit down on the huge, torturous, electrified dildo on her own, without his assistance, and then locked it in place using the chains attached to her sphincter. Changing up between her pussy and her mouth while her body shook under the constant barrage of painful shocks kept him entertained for a long time. Meanwhile, Fluttershy threw herself enthusiastically into her new role, surrendering her throat to Death as easily as she'd surrendered her pussy and ass. She never even flinched when she was required to clean his tool after the ass-fucking.

Famine tried out Pinkie Pie's other hole, and found it just as elastic and eager to please as her pussy. Somewhat frustrated, he settled on blasting his cum into Applejack, while commanding her to do various interesting things to her friend. Even having the burly farm-pony's front hooves buried inside her - one in the pussy, one in the ass - failed to draw much of a reaction from the giggling Pinkie Pie, however.

Pestilence, however, was busy. He never stuck to any one thing for long. By the time he'd shot his first load into Rarity's ass, he'd gotten bored with the feeling of Twilight's busy tongue working its way around his asshole, and moved her down below - turned opposite Rarity, he'd stop the ass-fucking to briefly push his way into the purple pony's mouth for a few thrusts, letting her clean him off before jumping right back into Rarity's twitching asshole. Since he hadn't bothered to order Twilight to stop her magical masturbation, he got her cooperation without any trouble. When, eventually, he tired of this too, he turned her around and told the two ponies to start making out with each other while he alternated between their assholes, fucking each for a few strokes before switching to the other.

But after doing this for a while - giving Twilight and Rarity plenty of time to taste the cock and ass on each others tongues - he stepped back from them, ignoring their questioning glances as he looked around at his still-busy brothers. "I think it's time I had a drink... and maybe you two should get some rest, too." He barely looked at them as he said it, simply walking away, gesturing to the other stallions with a throw of his head. Death and Famine looked up from what - and who - they'd been doing, and stepped away as well, casually suggesting to their prey that they might want to take the opportunity to rest and get some food and drink. War, however, seemed to ignore the unspoken command, intent on his labor.

Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy gathered near the pillar where they'd discarded their packs when they arrived, and watched with a mixture of concern and surprise as the three stallions gathered around the magic circle that had spawned them and neighed in unison. A dark construct rose from the circle, growing like a fungus before solidifying into a jet-black fountain, spilling a suspiciously red fluid into its basin from four nozzles at its top. The entire thing was surrounded by an ominous air, and its surface seemed to absorb what little light was to be found in the room. The ponies quickly averted their eyes from it as the stallions bowed their heads to drink from it.

The five ponies, all bedraggled to a greater or lesser degree, exchanged few words as they withdrew food and drink from the packs, but several dirty looks were sent in the direction of War - who seemed bent on continuing his torment of Rainbow Dash uninterrupted. "We gotta get Rainbow Dash outta that creep's hooves at least for a little while." Applejack was the one who finally broke the silence, albeit in a hushed voice as she looked over her shoulder at the ugly display.

At the moment, War was lying on his back, chains anchored in the ground to stabilize his bulk as Rainbow Dash sat astride him. Their rear ends were turned towards the other ponies, giving them all a fine view of the way Dash's broken sphincter was bulging out around the huge lump of metal lodged in her ass. Black rings were attached to each piece of her fragmented sphincter, and from them chains ran to the center of the metallic dildo's base, where they met in a large ring. Thus, they held it inside without anchoring it in place, allowing it to shift and turn inside of her as she moved. And right now, she was moving up and down, bouncing on War's upturned cock under her own power - with no help from him. Both her wings and her hing legs were hard at work, acting together to enable her to lift her body for a good, long stroke-length. War's nine-tailed scourge was hovering in front of her, lashing out for her chest, stomach and flanks whenever he thought she wasn't moving fast enough.

Rarity nodded. "Oh, definitely - but how? Last time I tried that, he wasn't particularly receptive to reason, or pleading for that matter. I only managed to redirect him for a while because Famine interceded on my behalf." Fluttershy looked thoughtful as she glanced towards the other three stallions, gathered around the creepy fountain. "Well... we COULD try to ask Death to talk to him. He seems like a really nice and helpful stallion." The others stared at her in disbelief for a second, then sighed in unison and shook their heads. Twilight walked up to Fluttershy and gently put a hoof on her shoulder. "Let's not ask any more favors than we need to, okay? With these creatures, favors tend to come with a hefty price-tag attached."

"Oooh! I know. I'll handle it!" Pinkie Pie, having apparently gotten bored with the whole 'discuss the problem and weigh the various possible solutions' bit, suddenly bounced out of the group and towards War. Twilight half-started towards her, to stop her from doing something inadvisable, but Applejack stopped her with an outstretched hoof. "Let her take a shot at it. If anyone can do it, it's that pony. The laws of the universe just don't quite apply to her, ya know?" Absentmindedly, she rubbed one of the washcloths they'd brought over her face again. It STILL felt sticky from having been utterly coated by the flow of cum emerging from Pinkie Pie's impossibly-stretched womb during the earlier session with Famine, and her stomach hurt from having eaten even a percentage of it. Pinkie Pie had, indeed, always treated the laws of physics with a certain grandiose lack of concern. Maybe that would work for the sadistic attention of War, too.

War glanced up at the pink interloper in annoyance as she stopped right next to his head, a disturbingly broad smile on her face. "What?!?" he demanded sourly, already knowing the answer. "Weeeeeeeell, we're all just having a bit of a picnic back there while your friends are drinking, and it'd be really neat if Rainbow Dash could join us since she's my bestest friend ever, so if you don't mind, I'll just be taking her..." War snorted, rolling his eyes. "Of course. And I suppose you'll be offering yourself in exchange while your 'bestest friend' rests and has her wounds treated, hmm? Well, no dice - not this time. I may have to take a break and get a drink at some point, but I can easily make sure that this filly continues her training even without me..."

The pink pony giggled. "Oh, well, I wasn't really ASKING..." Suddenly, she reached out across his belly, grabbed the trussed-up pony straddling his cock, and lifted her off of it in one smooth motion. The tormented pegasus landed on the floor with a plop, looking around in obvious confusion at the sudden change in her situation. War cursed and rolled to his hooves in a swift motion. Since he'd been amusing himself by letting her impale herself on his tool under her own power, she hadn't been chained down - and she was far past the point where attempting escape might occur to her. But the idea that one of the other ponies might just walk over and TAKE her hadn't really been in her calculations. This little pink lunatic really had no idea who she was messing with, did she?

With a roar, he swung one of his forelegs, hitting her head with the side of his hoof with enough force to send her flying across the room and into one of the crumbling walls. That, however, was not what happened. Instead, her head flew sideways as her neck extended to be several yards long, before flying back into place with a rubbery snap and a bit of wobble. The broad smile never left her face. Disturbed, War instinctively glanced over at his brothers to see that Famine had lifted his face from the fountain - muzzle still dripping red - and was looking at the confrontation with something similar to panic in his eyes. He met War's gaze, and gave him a sharp little head-shake - a warn-off.

Looking back at the two ponies before him, he sighed, shrugged, and scratched his mane with one of his chains. "Ugh. Fine. I cannot deny your courage or fortitude, and I suppose I really should join my brothers anyway. Whatever. Take her." He turned to leave, but as he stalked away, a nasty smile spread across his muzzle. "Though I wonder how much rest she'll be getting..." Pinkie Pie just grinned at his retreating rump, threw the still confused-looking Rainbow Dash across her back, and galloped back to where everypony else was sitting with disbelief written across their faces.

With the six friends now together again, they ate, drank, and saw to Dash's injuries. They'd brought several jars worth of Zecora's highly-effective medical salves, which Rarity and Applejack now spread liberally over the whip-marks and electric burns that covered Rainbow Dash's body. The normally-fierce pegasus still didn't seem to be all there, though, her body twitching and jumping every other minute as the crystal fragments attached to some of her most sensitive spots sparked. The others seemed concerned, but Twilight Sparkle understood - she'd seen Dash slip into that special, submissive mode before. Once the chains were gone and the torture ended, she'd bounce right back - but not before. Still, she was present enough to eat and drink what was given to her, so that was something.

Twilight, however, was more concerned with what the Stallions of the Apocalypse were doing. That creepy fountain, the suspicious red liquid... nothing like that had happened during the previous rituals. Pestilence had said that he 'needed' a drink, but how could THAT be true? They were ancient gods, manifestations of abstract concepts... they shouldn't have bodily needs. Did it have something to do with the fact that she wasn't getting an 'alien' vibe from them? Were they somehow more... _real_tonight than they'd been during the previous rituals? She didn't know the answer to any of those questions, and that bothered her. Magical beings were generally bound to the letter of the law if they made a contract, trade or deal - and she'd been banking on the same applying to the Stallions. But what if they were plotting to bypass the agreement somehow? Could this all have been for nothing?

She stubbornly pushed those thoughts aside before they made her panic and start second-guessing herself. They'd come this far, and they'd see it through to the end, too. As for a potential double-cross from the stallions, well, all she could do was try to keep her wits about her. Easier said than done, though. The steady pulsing in her groin was a silent reminder that, as soon as the ritual resumed, she'd be either floating away on a cloud of orgasms or doing whatever she had to in order to START floating away. Still, there was no point in borrowing trouble. So far, the ritual had actually been fairly easygoing, as demonstrated by the fact that Rainbow Dash was the only one of them in need of medical attention. Fluttershy, in particular, seemed to have adapted faster and easier than she would've believed possible.

The Four Stallions lifted their heads from the fountain, exchanged a few whispered sentences, and then strode out unto the open floor again. The ponies saw this for what it was - a signal that break-time was over - and walked back towards the stallion who had selected them for the night. Except Rainbow Dash, that is, who just sat on the floor where they'd left her, twitching slightly, until a long chain flew from War's armor and hooked into the chains surrounding her leg, reeling her in like a fish as she skidded across the floor.

As Rarity and Twilight approached Pestilence, however, he grinned at them and shook his head. "Not you, little white unicorn... it seems my dear brother, Famine, wants to get reacquainted with you, so I traded him for your friend with the apple-mark. Shoo." He gestured with his head in the direction of Famine, and she could see that Applejack was already trotting in their direction. With a quick nod to Twilight Sparkle, she set off as well, crossing the stout earth-pony's path in the middle. "I hope you have a firm stomach... this one's creative" she whispered as they passed one another, but Applejack just whinnied slightly. "If little miss fine-and-dandy can handle it, I think I can too." Rarity clicked her tongue and continued without looking back. She kind of wanted to say something sharp and clever, but in truth, Applejack was probably right. SHE'D handled everything Pestilence had thrown at her so far, so it'd probably be fine.

And she certainly wasn't complaining about HER new assignment. Famine had been good to her during the last ritual - well, maybe 'good' was too strong a word, but he certainly seemed more easygoing and merciful than his brothers. Of course, this also meant that she'd be working together with Pinkie Pie, and that still weirded her out a little bit. Pinkie greeted her with a wide grin and a rapid-fire stream of words that went in one ear and out the other as she focused on greeting Famine with a graceful curtsy. The tall, black stallion nodded gravely at her. "Nice to see you again... Rarity, wasn't it? I'm rather hoping that your sense of decorum will balance out this one's... exuberance. Now, pink one... roll over on your back. Rarity, get on top of her, facing in the opposite direction."

As they complied, Rarity found herself staring down at the gap between Pinkie Pie's leg. The slit there was partly-open and dripping wet, indicating that Pinkie was, indeed, enjoying this as much as she seemed to. "Now, you two..." rumbled Famine's voice from above as his body covered theirs. "You may start pleasuring each other. Be creative." She felt his cockhead push against her asshole as he moved forwards, and despite the lubrication there having dried up significantly during the break, it still easily opened to receive him. As he thrust into her ass, he lowered his head to whisper in her ear. "Let's make a game of it, hmm? I'll be keeping an eye on how many times the both of you cum. If you ever wind up 5 orgasms ahead of your pink friend, I'll flip the two of you over and continue with her on top. Consider that... incentive."

Pinkie Pie's tongue dug greedily into her pussy - which had gone mostly untouched through the night so far - and the big stallion-cock filling her ass felt like an old, dear friend. She knew without a doubt that she'd be cumming her brains out within minutes at most. If she wanted this to carry on, she needed to give as good as she got - or, rather, BETTER, seeing as Pinkie Pie didn't have a cock up her ass adding stimulation. Moving quickly, she bent her neck and glued her lips to Pinkie Pie's wet pussy-mound, prodding and seeking with her tongue, gauging the response she got as she searched for her friend's weak-spots.

Despite her bravado, Applejack felt more than a touch of apprehension as she approached Pestilence. The sadistic twist to his smile as he saw her suggested to her that Famine had shared certain information with him during their drinking-break, and she hadn't forgotten what Twilight Sparkle had said earlier about favors coming with a high price-tag, either. Twilight seemed in no state to dispense intelligent advice right now, however - Pestilence hadn't bothered to wait for her arrival, and had instead already mounted the normally-composed Alicorn. She laid with her head on her crossed hooves and her rump in the air as he rode her ass roughly, and between her reddened face and her rapid breathing, it seemed like she was enjoying herself.

"Ah, there you are..." said Pestilence as Applejack stood before him, willing her legs not to shake. "My brother tells me you have a request for me. Please, have a seat on this slut's horn, and tell me what you desire..." Applejack hesitated briefly at that command. She might not be a unicorn, but she'd spent enough time around them to know just how demeaning the requested act would be for Twilight. Her friend, however, did not seem to flinch... and it wasn't as if she really had any choice. With an expression of resignation on her face, she turned around and carefully planted her posterior on top of Twilight Sparkle's head.

The smooth ivory slid easily into her ass, which had barely begun to recover from the pounding Famine had given it earlier. It was by far the smallest thing she'd ever had inside her - thin, short and pointed - but she could feel the magic pulsing through it with the rhythm of Twilight's rapid heartbeat. Looking down, she could see her friend's muzzle poking out between her hind legs, and realized that her position meant that Twilight would be looking directly up into her pussy from point-blank range.

"Comfortable?" Pestilence asked slimily from right next to her head, having lowered his own to her height. She winced slightly, unsure of how to answer, but he fortunately didn't seem to be waiting for a reply. "So, now that you're seated - what CAN I do for you, hmm?" His playful tone told her that he already knew, but she obviously wasn't getting out of this without saying it out loud. Pitching her voice low, she hoped that her rump would keep the sound from reaching Twilight's ears. "Well, ah hear you can prevent all the weird stuff that tends t' happen with inbreeding..." Pestilence chuckled in reply, before it turned into a slimy cough. "Hah. Ah yes, the congenital conditions, birth-defects, unfortunate recessive traits... nature's little way of telling you to get some more variety in your gene-pool. Though I suppose you didn't understand half the words I just used, did you? No matter..."

He seemed thoughtful for a moment, then grinned. "Well, since you ask... I suppose I COULD do something like that for you. Though of course, you'd have to do something for me, too. It's only fair, after all." Applejack nodded glumly. "Yeah, I hear ya. So waddaya want me to do?" His pale eyes seemed to glimmer with mirth for a moment, before he assumed an expression of studied indifference. "Oh, I don't really know yet... but I might get an idea later. For now, though, let's have a bit of fun, shall we? So get your ass off Her Royal Sluttyness' horn, and put it in reach of her mouth instead - I bet ya she'll just start licking it without any kind of prompting. Can't get enough of the taste, it seems."

War grinned as he looked down on the pegasus' unresisting form. She looked so deliciously vulnerable, stretched out on her back like that with her hind legs spread wide to expose herself fully. The chains that hung from her body was purely decorative - as the 'training' proceeded, they were becoming increasingly obsolete. The true bonds were on her soul, her spirit. He had ordered her to keep her legs spread like that, and threatened even greater torments if she failed to do so - and so, she obeyed. Even as the long, smooth metallic cane whipped down on her exposed privates again and again.

The scourge was generally his favorite, but for this, he'd needed more... precision. And so, he had reshaped it with a thought, into a single, long rod, lined with crystal shards for that added, electric impact. The chains surrounding her legs still had offshoots running towards the middle, hooked ends perforating her outer labia and pulling them apart, too. Nearly every stroke hit the sensitive internal tissue of her pussy, occasionally lashing across her clit as well - the rest were aimed at alternate targets, just to keep her on her hooves. Her nipples, in particular, received their share of strikes - they were easy marks, being stretched away from her body by the chains attached to them. Her sphincter, still stretched wide-open by the huge, metallic dildo, also received some attention.

But mostly, when the cane whistled down through the air, it found its mark within the boundaries of her stretched-open pussy. It was covered in criss-crossing red lines by now, and every new stroke made her legs twitched as her instincts cried out for her to protect her most vulnerable spot - but the fear of his will, his strength, was stronger. But, of course, though the spirit might be cowed, the flesh remained weak. He had no intention of letting her 'win' this little challenge. The strikes would keep coming - gradually increasing in frequency and intensity - until she finally broke.

He was rather looking forwards to it, actually - that moment when her legs finally snapped close, and her body toppled sideways as it instinctively rolled itself into a ball in a vain attempt to protect itself from the painful world around it. And besides, the punishment he'd promised her for 'failing' was just too tempting - he couldn't NOT do it. He wanted to watch the plea for mercy in her eyes as the brand approached, only to turn to hopelessness when she felt her flesh blacken beneath its touch...

Death groaned as another orgasm shook his body, and from beneath, he could hear the pastel-colored pegasus answer it with a whinnying climax of her own. It was the third load he'd shot into her ever-receptive cunt. Her tight little asshole had been fun to break in, but that simple tightness couldn't hold a candle to the eager way her pussy milked his cock, practically drawing him in. She seemed to enjoy it wholeheartedly too - a plus in his book, if only because of how utterly adorable her orgasmic whinnies were.

He continued to pump his hips even as his cockhead flared. Her womb had already been filled to overflowing, and he didn't want to waste time doing something else while it drained - better to 'encourage' the deepest part of her pussy to stretch wide enough that the cum could flow around his shaft, bubbling out between her labia in thick, frothy globs. His brothers had many exotic ways to entertain themselves, but while he could certainly see the appeal in at least SOME of those things, he would also be quite happy to just continue to fuck the wet and eager pony-pussy beneath him for the rest of the night...

Rarity groaned as she felt the cold stone floor against her back - not because it was particularly uncomfortable (though it kind of was) but because of what her current position implied. Famine had withdrawn that wonderful rod of his from her asshole, and with a single push, flipped her and Pinkie Pie over. Pinkie giggled and went 'Whee!', but Rarity could only manage to bite down on a few rather unladylike cursewords. And resist biting down on her friend's sensitive pussy, while she was at it.

It wasn't as if it was Pinkie Pie's fault, after all. If anything, Pinkie had made things as easy for her as she could've hoped - her fun-loving friend had proven capable of cumming easily and rapidly from nothing but the enthusiastic tonguing Rarity had been handing out. But despite that, the pleasure radiating from her well-filled, constantly-stimulated anus had been too much to handle. She'd been cumming practically constantly, and while SHE hadn't been able to count her orgasms, Famine apparently had. And now she was stuck on the bottom, her ass gaping emptily. Worse, as Famine stepped around them, she was treated to a perfect view of his delicious cock pushing open Pinkie Pie's rose-colored sphincter instead of her own.

She had to focus on the silver lining. There was no way she'd be getting much in the way of orgasms like this, no matter how skilled Pinkie Pie's tongue was (and it was, she admitted, QUITE skilled - indicating a far greater amount of practice than SHE'D gotten in the meager hoofful of days that had passed since she lost her virginity.) So it wouldn't be long before Pinkie wound up five orgasms ahead - at which point they would, presumably, be flipped over again. Craning her neck, she dug into Pinkie's pussy with renewed gusto, eager to speed things on their way.

Pinkie Pie had a surprise in store for her, though. No longer satisfied with just the tireless oral assault, she reached one hard, shiny hoof around Rarity's shapely rump, and pushed it into the gaping hole in the middle. Rarity's asshole, still covered in Famine's cum and pulsing half-open, yielded before the thick limb with remarkable ease, and its owner gasped at the sudden sensation. Caught beneath the combined bulk of Famine and Pinkie Pie, her muzzle covered by the latter's constantly-drooling pussy, she could neither struggle nor protest as half a foreleg followed the hoof. Nor was she particularly inclined towards either. It was thick, long, hard, and covered in a delightfully-stimulating coat - the rest was just unimportant details. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a fresh climax shook her body. The silver lining might have disappeared, but that was fine - the cloud was gone too, after all.

Applejack moaned into Twilight Sparkle's mouth as her best friend's cock - magically summoned on Pestlience's behest - ground against her G-spot again. She was getting disturbingly good at using that thing, Applejack thought - not that she felt inclined to complain. She was on her back at the moment with Twilight on top of her, their limbs entangled, their mouths interlocked. She could barely taste the traces of her own ass on the other pony's lips anymore - they'd been vigorously making out for a while now, after all. Pestilence was on top of both of them, fucking Twilight's ass with pile-driver thrusts, apparently deriving some twisted pleasure just from making her lock muzzles with someone who'd just finished tongue-cleaning her ass.

Applejack was rather enjoying herself too - not so much the 'taste of ass' bit, but the sensation of Twilight's soft lips caressing her own, while a thick, hard cock pumped deep enough inside her pussy to bury the first inch or so of its sheath between her labia. The position - on her back with the other pony on top of her - was delightfully kinky all by itself, even. It was, after all, a thoroughly unnatural way to have sex, and it enabled deeper penetrations while carrying vague implications of submission. Nice, decent, properly-raised fillies would never let themselves be taken in such a way - an old-fashioned mounting was the only way ponies were SUPPOSED to make love.

She'd have to try and convince Big Mac to try it this way later... assuming she got that blessing from Pestilence, so she wouldn't have to worry about which hole he used anymore.

As if roused by the very thought, Pestilence dismounted them, withdrawing his wart-covered, noticeably-stained shaft from Twilight's ass before snorting down at the two entangled ponies. "Okay, I'm getting bored of this - it's time to step things up. Disentangle yourselves. And you, earth-pony... it's time for you to earn that favor you requested." Applejack shuddered slightly at this ominous pronunciation, and obediently got back to her hooves as soon as Twilight dismounted her. The two friends stood somewhat awkwardly next to each other as Pestilence walked away from them, towards the other stallions.

"Famine! Death! Could I borrow you two for a bit?" His hoarse voice bounced unpleasantly off the stone walls as he raised it. The two other stallions immediately looked up. "Huh? It's not time for your turn yet, is it?" Famine asked, glancing out the glassless windows to check the position of the ever-so-slowly drifting moon. Pestilence shrugged. "No, not quite, but I think you two might need some... release by now, anyway. Just think of it as a short break before returning to business as usual. You don't mind, do you?" Death shook his mane, and with a slight sigh, dismounted Fluttershy. "Well, no. At least you know better than to try and tear War away from HIS hobby. Let's just make this quick, okay?"

Pestilence grinned, nodding. "All right, then - Famine, you get on the ground and roll over on your back. Don't worry about your two charges, they seem to be doing quite well on their own..." He gestured with his horn towards Pinkie Pie and Rarity, who were still rolling on the ground, their legs intertwined, muzzles buried in each other's groins. They had clearly noted Famine's absence, seeing as Rarity had plunged one of her hooves into Pinkie's recently-vacated asshole, working the slender limb in and out with vigor - but neither one of them seemed too concerned about it, apparently far too absorbed in their shared pleasure to sweat the details.

Famine snorted. "Gee, you're making me feel so... important." He complied, however, and rolled over on his back, his still-hard cock flopping about on his belly as he moved. He apparently didn't need any physical support to balance on his back, and Pestilence wasted no time in moving things along. "Good... now, earth-pony, you're up! Mount him, and take his cock deep into your pussy. Don't worry, I'm sure it'll still be comfortably warm from your pink friend's ass."

Applejack restrained herself from grimacing as she approach Famine. Unpleasant though that particular thought was, she had no doubt that things would rapidly get worse, so there was no point in wasting perfectly good disgust on such a detail. Sure-footed, she leaped onto the black stallion's chest, and found his cockhead poking at her pussy almost immediately. Looking back, she saw the jet-black shaft surrounded by a faint, sickly glow that indicated a bit of magical assistance in its positioning. Ah well - saved her the trouble of trying to get it in place with her hooves.

Backing up, she felt the thick, veiny shaft slide slowly through her labia, filling her pussy. She couldn't restrain a slight moan - it was an unfamiliar, but certainly enjoyable feeling. Always before, she'd been the one who got mounted - being on top and setting the pace felt very different indeed. Yet another position she'd have to try and persuade Big Mac into later. She stopped when she felt the broad, bell-shaped cockhead push against her cervix, and looked back underneath her chest to confirm that his radial ring was nearly touching her labia.

"Good enough" declared Pestilence. Then he nodded at Death. "You're up next - get behind 'em, and fill her ass. I suppose I'll take care of that pale-colored little filly of yours while you're busy..." He glanced down at Fluttershy with an unpleasant smile on his face, and she shrank back from him instinctively. Death looked from one to the other, then shrugged. "Yeah, sure. But I expect to get her back in the same state I left her in." Then he cantered around to Famine's rear, spread his wings for stability, and jumped forwards. His front hooves glowed green as they caught on the empty air, and his body remained angled as he pushed forwards, carefully directing his cock - wet with Fluttershy's amply-flowing juices - at Applejack's asshole.

Applejack gasped and winced as she felt her ass stretch around his intruding girth. By itself, it was nothing she hadn't handled before - but with an equally-large girth already filling her pussy, the combined mass was pushing her body to the limit. Pain shot through her as her orifices stretched and warped, seeking to contain the sheer quantity of hot stallion-meat being forced into them. Her eyes rolled back as her neck bent in instinctive response to the pain, but that only added an ominous sight to her situation - Death himself, hovering above her with his pale wings spread, as if he'd frozen in the middle of rearing. The bones that peeked out between his feathers didn't exactly help to calm her rapidly-beating heart either.

Pestilence looked briefly away from the increasingly sordid display to glance down at Fluttershy, who had hesitantly approached him in the meantime. "You... wanted to see me, Mister Pestilence?" her voice, despite her obvious fear, was as sweet as ever, and he gave her an unpleasant grin in return. "I wanted to do a lot more than that, little filly. Get underneath me, and put that cute mouth of yours to better use." She nodded and obediently dove underneath him only to pause. "Umm... you seem to have some nasty skin-irritation here. I have a salve that might help..." Pestilence blinked rapidly, the expression on his face suggesting that he wasn't entirely sure whether he should laugh or get angry. He decided to split the difference by lowering his head to her level, fixing her with an annoyed stare and remarking "I am the EMBODIMENT of all sickness. Your curatives are meaningless to me. Now get to work!" Glancing shyly to the side, she shook out her mane and replied "Umm... okay." before leaning closer to the wart-covered shaft in front of her and starting to lick it.

With a sigh, Pestilence straightened his neck again, and noted that Death had finished pushing his oversized rod into Applejack. The sturdy earth-pony looked acutely uncomfortable, impaled on the two huge slabs of meat, but otherwise seemed to be bearing up just fine. Gesturing with his head, he guided Twilight Sparkle - who was still sporting her magically-summoned stallion-equipment - towards the group. "You're the last piece of the puzzle, little princess. Get up there, and push your tool down her throat." Twilight started towards them, only to pause when Pestilence spoke again. "On second thought... don't push it down her throat. Just stick your cockhead in her mouth, and let her suck on that for a bit. No deeper until I say otherwise."

That particular specification suggested some unpleasant things to Twilight, whose mind was becoming increasingly clear due to the by-now lengthy absence of distracting sexual pleasure. Well, it wasn't as if she was being offered any choice in the matter, she thought as she spread her wings and steadily floated up to the point in front of Applejack, shivering slightly as she entered Death's looming shadow. And besides, from what she'd gathered since she'd emerged from the orgasmic cloud once again, Applejack had kinda' brought this one on herself - making some sort of twisted 'deal' with Pestilence even after she'd cautioned everyone not to.

If she had thought Applejack was in some sort of real danger, she would've done everything in her power to shield her - even if she HAD gotten herself into the situation. But this was Pestilence they were dealing with, not War... and from what she'd learned of that twisted stallion so far, whatever was about to happen would likely be more disgusting, humiliating and just plain unpleasant than life-threatening. So in the end, she saw no reason to be anything but a willing participant as she planted her hooves on Applejack's sturdy shoulders, and thrust her cockhead insistently at her friend's mouth. She wondered briefly if Applejack could taste her own sweet pussy on that head as those soft lips enfolded it, gently sucking on the sensitive tissue.

"Heh... looks like all systems go." Pestilence grin had grown even wider as he watched the last piece slot into place, while feeling Fluttershy's lips and tongue gently caressing his swollen dick. The puke-colored mote of magical energy hovering inside his hollow horn flashed, and a vague aura of the same color spread to cover Death, Famine, and Twilight all at once. Simultaneously, they felt a sudden pressure mounting inside, immediately becoming too great to hold in - and then escaping. With a groan, all three of them began to piss forcefully, emptying their bladders into Applejack's immobilized body.

Applejack twitched as she felt it start. She was locked in, caught between three hard cocks, and the only way she could move was forwards - but that would just impale her even deeper on Twilight's shaft. She could only struggle vaguely as she felt the thick streams of hot, yellow liquid fill her intestines and womb. The stream emerging into her mouth was somewhat less forceful, and as she instinctively swallowed the acrid fluid to avoid choking on it, she found that she could just about keep up with the flow. Not quite, though, and small streams of reeking piss escaped around the corners of her mouth, running down her face and neck, staining her coat.

Pestilence giggled as he watched, his pale eyes seeing more than any normal pony's could - he could see straight through her, and watch the yellow tide filling her body, stretching her womb and winding its way through her intestines towards her stomach. He could see her throat contracting with every swallow, sending spurts of acidic liquid down into her stomach to wait for the 'rear guard' to arrive, making her stomach-acid fizzle and bubble. His cock jerked and twitched as he took in the sight, and he came forcefully. Fluttershy had only just reached his cockhead, and was entirely unprepared for the sudden spurt of thick, smelly cum. She only managed to catch a few mouthfuls of it, and wound up with most of the rest coating her face, making her colorful mane stick slimily to her head.

His hollow horn sparked again, and a circle of magical energy roughly the color of a pustulent wound formed around Applejack's outer labia and sphincter, sinking into the flesh even as the two stallions (and Twilight) finished emptying their bladders. Smiling unpleasantly, Pestilence nodded. "Okay, then... NOW you can start moving her, Death. Oh, and princess - you're now free to move as you please." Death glanced down towards the point where his thick shaft entered Applejack's asshole and, with a shrug, activated his horn. A sickly-green glow spread from it to surround Applejack's entire body, and she suddenly found herself forcefully shoved forwards, Twilight's cock punching into her throat with little warning as the other pony scrambled to keep her balance.

Death's magical grip on her ignored all rules of inertia, bouncing her back and forth with virtually no acceleration or braking in between. Applejack could feel her insides sloshing as the vast quantities of piss that had been forced into her was vigorously stirred into a froth by the two thick rods responsible for putting it there. The sensation was intensely nauseating, but Twilight had apparently decided that the only way to keep her balance was to lean into the motions, and her cock had by now been pushed deep enough that it didn't leave Applejack's throat even on the backstroke. When she was forced forwards, meanwhile, her lips rubbed across the rough texture of the sheath, and she felt the cockhead poking at the entrance to her stomach. With her esophagus thus blocked, there was literally no way for her to throw up.

She quickly lost track of time, her mind sloshing as much as her innards as she continued to move back and forth, hooves barely touching Famine's chest. Twilight Sparkle, however, soon adapted to the pace, and began to counterthrust, forgetting her friend's plight as the pleasure of the tight, well-lubricated throat surged through her cock. The two stallions were apparently applying their unearthly stamina to delay their climaxes, but Twilight was under no such constraints, and came twice - blasting two full loads into Applejack's already-stuffed stomach.

Applejack, meanwhile, felt her desire slowly rise as the incessant movement of the two thick rods lodged in her rear stimulated her erogenous zones. Despite the sick feeling of the piss filling her body, churned into foam by the movements - and the abiding taste of Twilight's pee filling her mouth - she found herself shuddering as the most humiliating orgasm she'd ever experienced rolled through her. The stallions had seemingly been waiting for this, for shortly afterwards, they followed suit - giving Twilight just enough time to reach her third climax even as they started to fill her already-flooded orifices with a pair of thick cumloads.

Applejack's belly bulged out visibly by the time they were done, like a taut little balloon filled with cum and piss. Finished, Death unceremoniously extended his magical grip to include Twilight, and with the latter's cock still lodged deep in Applejack's throat, he lifted them both forwards - off of the two thick cocks that had corked her rear holes until then - and deposited them on the floor. Even before Death jumped down from his precarious, physics-defying position and Famine rolled back to his hooves, however, Applejack could tell that something was wrong.

She'd expected a messy, high-pressure deluge to emerge from her rear holes almost instantly, but as soon as she slid off the twin cocks, her pussy and ass had snapped shut like a steal trap, sealing themselves almost painfully tightly. She could feel the frothy mix inside of her, pushing to escape, and was fairly certain that she wouldn't have been able to restrain it if she tried - but nonetheless, the two orifices remained tightly clamped shut, letting not a drop escape. Her stomach groaned in protest, and she felt decidedly worried about what would happen when Twilight finally pulled her thick, esophagus-blocking cock out.

She was about to find out - Pestilence, approaching the two of them with a grin while his brothers peeled off to return to their own perversions (with a rather gooey Fluttershy returning to Death's side in the process), nodded at Twilight Sparkle. "Nicely done, little slut-princess. You can pull out now - and get rid of that thing while you're at it." Twilight shook her head as if to clear it of the orgasmic afterglow that hung about it like a fog, and carefully backed up to remove her magically-summoned cock from Applejack's throat before jumping off and undoing the spell, causing the spit-slickened shaft to disappear like morning dew in the noonday sun.

Her throat finally cleared, Applejack felt herself start to heave almost instantly, her body laboring to expel at least some of the disgusting fluids that had been pumped into it. That, however, is all that happened. She heaved, feeling her stomach jump - but nothing came out. Pestilence laughed above her. "It's not going to be that easy, my little pony. I put a simple spell on you to keep the 'gifts' you've received inside of you. Don't worry - it'll disappear with the rising of the sun, along with so many other things... until then, though, you'd best get used to the sensation of your innards being swollen with piss." Applejack stared incredulously up at him while desperately trying to get her gag-reflex and the resulting dry heaves under control - managing, after a few seconds, to do so.

"I've done what ya asked - yer gonna give me the magic like you promised, right?" She demanded hoarsely. Pestilence chuckled, then nodded. "But of course. A deal's a deal. In fact, I've already prepared the spell - it just needs to get inside of you to take effect." Considering the context, Applejack found that last bit more than a little ominous, but she shook it off and turned to face him with a look of determination. "All right, then - let's get it over with." He grinned, gesturing for her to get underneath him, where his thick, diseased-looking cock awaited - as hard as ever.

"I've poured the magic spell into my bladder... to get the benefit of the enchantment, all you need to do is drink the contents of it. You've got plenty of experience at that by now, so I don't expect it to cause you any trouble." Applejack grimaced at that message, however unsurprising. Her body was already rebelling against the quantities of sour, acidic piss that had been poured into it, but if that was what it took to get what she needed... she could handle a bit more. She had to. Leaning forwards, she prepared to lock her lips around the wart-covered cockhead only to be stopped by Pestilence's voice. "Ah, but there's one small catch... you can't touch me while the magic's being transferred. No direct physical contact. After all, I'm the embodiment of sickness and disease, and you're trying to AVOID that, no? But don't worry - you don't need to ingest ALL of my piss to get the benefits of the enchantment. Just... most of it."

The next several minutes were decidedly unpleasant for Applejack. The thick stream of yellow piss splashed noisily into her open mouth, filling it with that by-now all-too-familiar, sickening taste. But as it filled, she had to close it to swallow, leaving the continued stream to splash across her face instead. It soaked into her nostrils and burned in her tightly-shut eyes. The orange coat covering her freckled face was swiftly darkened as the hot piss soaked into it, and her forelock and mane were soon dripping with it as well. At least she hadn't worn her favorite hat to the ritual, or it would've been entirely ruined.

When it finally stopped, the thick stream disappearing into a slow drip, she felt sicker than she could ever recall having felt before. Her stomach, having been forced to take in several more mouthfuls of piss, was practically doing somersaults inside her, to no effect. The way her coat and mane were plastered to her skin by the hot fluid made matters worse, and even though she'd repeatedly snorted to clear her nasal passages, the thick, characteristic scent of piss still clung to her nostrils, polluting her every breath.

Pestilence, having taken a step backwards as he finished, regarded her soggy appearance with a delighted grin. "Well, despite the obvious... spillage, you managed to get enough down to ensure that the magic's taken hold. I'm sure you'll have a splendid time taking advantage of it later. For now, though, it's back to business as usual. Oh, princess... you're up." Twilight, who'd been standing somewhat awkwardly forgotten next to Applejack's golden shower, perked up. She'd occupied herself by watching how the rest of her friends were getting on, but that had only served to make her horny again - Fluttershy seemed obscenely delighted to be back underneath Death's bulky body, and didn't even complain at being tasked to clean his severely-stained shaft - obviously looking forwards to when it'd go back inside her. Rarity and Pinkie Pie were also throwing themselves into what appeared to be a dick-cleaning contest with gusto, reminding Twilight of a similar contest SHE'D been in. She wasn't sure what was at stake in this case, but Rarity certainly seemed to be wielding her tongue with a great deal of determination.

But now it was time for her to go back into action, and as she followed Pestilence's directions and slipped underneath him, she was surprised to feel his warty cockhead push its way into her sopping-wet - but largely neglected - pussy this time. She was less surprised when he ordered Applejack to resume the makeout-session that had been interrupted earlier. As she tasted the piss - both her own and Pestilence's - on her friend's lips, she heard him chuckling from above. "Best get used to the taste, princess... when I get bored with this, I'll start exploring your little friend's well-filled holes, and letting you clean my tool in between."

War swore under his breath as he continued to swing the cane. What was this pony MADE of? She should've cracked ages ago! He'd been working her over for hours by now, wasting precious time that he could've spent on more creative cruelties, yet refusing to switch gears since that would effectively require him to let her 'win'. And besides, she'd have to crack any second now - her stomach, chest, inner thighs and ass-cheeks were all covered in bright red lines, and her pussy and tits were nothing more than a swollen, purplish-red mass of bruises at this point. Her clit had grown to twice its normal size, and was pulsing visibly from the many direct or partial hits it had taken. Small trickles of blood could be seen staining the matte-black base of the iron dildo lodged up her ass, from where strikes to her sphincter had mashed it hard enough against the metallic base to draw blood.

And of course, throughout it all, the dildo - as well as the various other crystals attached to various bits of her anatomy - had continued to discharge regular, painful electric shocks into her ass, clit, urethra and nipples. War, who had heard the screams of pain emanating from every battlefield that had ever been and ever would be, found himself astounded by her ability to absorb punishment. With every stroke, her legs twitched several inches towards the center, but always they stopped, and returned to their spread position. Tears and drool were running from under her blindfold and bit-gag, staining her face, but still she held on.

Gritting his teeth, he lifted the cane and narrowed his eyes. Enough was enough. He would break her, here and now, without further ado. No more holding back. With a thought, he made the chain attached to her clit retract, spooling down until it was nothing more than a stud - with crystal shards on each side. Then the cane whistled through the air, striking at a shallow angle this time - its target not the flattened flesh of the pegasus' bruised pussy, but rather the swollen nub sticking up from the top. Hit from the side, the clitoris swung sideways, nearly flattened against the pussy-mound. As it started to right itself, however, a second stroke followed up, from the opposite side.

Rainbow Dash squealed through the bit-gag, her whole body jumping as if electrified (which, to be fair, it was.) Before she could finish processing the sudden peak in pain, the cane hissed through the air once more - from below this time, and catching her clit with its very tip before continuing into the air. With a strangled cry, the pegasus collapsed in on herself, the suddenly-blooming agony overriding all sense as her legs snapped shut and her spine curved, trying to protect the injured spot from further damage.

War laughed sadistically, and chains shot out of his armor to grab her limbs once again, lifting her into the air while forcing her cramping legs to spread once more. "So, you failed after all... what a shame, the ordeal was NEARLY over. But I suppose you'll just have to endure the penalty for failure instead, then..." His voice was practically a purr as he finally got to use his prepared declaration - and the punishment that came with it. A thick chain emerged from his armor, already beginning to glow with an inner fire as he channeled energy into it. With a thought, he reshaped its first few links into a likeness of his symbol - the sword - encased in a circle, and watched with glee as it passed from red hot, into white hot. Oh, how she'd scream, and how her flesh would sizzle when he pushed it into her spread-open pussy, marking her as his forever - his very own utterly broken toy.

He didn't notice the sound of approaching hooves, but he couldn't avoid hearing the slimy sound of his younger brother clearing his throat with deliberate noisiness. Annoyed, he looked back over his shoulder to glare at the sickly-looking stallion standing behind him. He noticed that his other two brothers were already standing near the fountain, and that the ponies they'd been working on had gathered near the wall again. "It's time, brother." Pestilence's pronunciation was unusually formal, but War just snorted at him and returned his focus to the helpless pegasus in front of him. "Right, whatever, I'll be there in a minute." The branding-iron was hot enough now, and all he needed was a couple of seconds.

As he pushed the brand towards the exposed, tormented flesh of her pulled-open pussy, delighting in the sight of her futile attempt to pull away from the radiating heat, a slimy coughing sound could be heard behind him. With a sizzle, a glob of something gooey and greenish hit the brand, releasing a foul-smelling steam as it rapidly cooled the glowing-hot iron... and then started to eat through it, dissolving it into a metallic sludge. A roar was already building in War's throat as he turned on his younger brother - but it died on his tongue as he looked into Pestilence's milky-white eyes, twinkling with menace. "It's not a request or suggestion this time, brother. It is part of the pact. Your time is up. If you didn't finish what you intended, you've only yourself to blame."

War winced slightly, and his eyes automatically panned to the large windows and the silent stars beyond. The moon had come far in its journey across the horizon - farther than he would've imagined. The filly's incredible durability had made him waste even more time than he'd thought. He could feel it in his bones, too - his constructed body, shivering slightly as the ancient magic that bound the four brothers together rebelled against the very concept of breaking the pact. Grimacing, he did the only thing he could - he nodded, and pulled back his chains as he marched towards the fountain. The pegasus hit the ground behind him with a clatter, whimpering on the floor as she once again tried to roll into a ball. Well, he'd left a lasting impression on her at least, of that he felt confident.

Pinkie Pie and Twilight picked her up together, carrying her unresponsive body back to their little encampment. Rarity was busy with several magically-animated, lightly-moistened cloths there, helping Applejack and Fluttershy get cleaned up somewhat. Fluttershy's mane was somewhat of a lost cause without a proper bath, hardened with by-now dried cum, but at least the residue on her face came off, and Applejack felt much refreshed by the vigorous washing. When the other three arrived, however, all attention was focused on the physically and mentally battered Rainbow Dash.

Applying the healing salve proved challenging this time, however. War had left most of his restraints on her, including the blindfold and gag, as well as the shocking jewelry. Her body twitched every time one of the crystals sparked, and she shied away violently from any touch, refusing to expose herself. The sight depressed Pinkie Pie enough that her mane and tail started to loose some of their general fluffiness, but Rarity and Fluttershy weren't about to leave a friend in such a state. Cooing gentle reassurances into her ears, they were able to pull her into a close, warm embrace without resistance, and the other ponies quickly joined, surrounding her pained body with their warmth. The could all feel the frequent electric shocks surging through her body, jumping just as easily to anyone in direct contact with one of the dangling crystals, but none of them let that dissuade them.

After several minutes of this, Rainbow Dash had calmed down and recovered enough that she willingly spread her legs again, allowing Applejack and Twilight Sparkle to begin applying the soothing salve to her countless wounds, slathering a generous layer on her still-exposed pussy and clit. They had volunteered for this duty, telling the other three to get something to eat and drink in the meantime - neither one of them had any appetite to speak of, what with Applejack's overfilled stomach and nausea, and Twilight's ability to metabolize all the cum that had come her way.

Dash's bit-gag prevented her from eating anything, but Rarity had been thoughtful enough to bring straws, and a bottle of cider (brought by Applejack from the Apple Family's personal stock, knowing how much Rainbow Dash loved the stuff) thus managed to make its way into her parched throat. She looked significantly perkier afterwards. It helped that the break, as far as Twilight could tell, was somewhat longer than the previous one had been. She glanced over at the fountain, where the stallions stood assembled, seemingly drinking deeply of the red fluids that ran from it. The break-time had allowed her mind to clear, and she was now remembering that little 'scene' she had participated in with Famine and Death. It hadn't registered on her at the time, but... why would such creatures even be capable of peeing? It made some degree of sense for Pestilence, since he clearly liked that kind of thing, but the other three had displayed only the vaguest of biological traits so far. They could sweat and get winded, but only marginally and only after incredible exertion. So why the sudden need to fluids and toilet-breaks?

A whinny from Pestilence announced the end of the break, and the six ponies - including Rainbow Dash, albeit on shaky legs - began to trot towards their designated stallion... only to pause as they realized that the stallions hadn't split up. They were all gathered near the fountain, the other three standing slightly behind Pestilence. As the ponies hesitantly approached them, the sickly-looking stallion grinned at them, his face pulled into an eager grimace. "Wondering what's up, are you, hmm? Well, I'll tell you. I only get to do this for ONE night, which hardly seems fair, does it? So we all agreed that the last third of the last night would be all for me. Which means that I'LL be directing the rest of this show!"

Applejack, Twilight Sparkle and Rarity - all of whom had enough experience with the perverted Pestilence to know what kind of 'direction' he was likely to give - winced in unison. Meanwhile Fluttershy looked politely attentive, Pinkie Pie scratched her head with one hoof and Rainbow Dash's mood remained indecipherable behind the gag and blindfold. Pestilence panned his eyes across them, licking his lips, and then nodded. "Okay, then - let's get down to the first bit of fun... has it occurred to any of you that none of you - save one - have felt any need to have a piss all night? Hmm? Well, that's thanks to a subtle bit of magic I spread out across the entire room when I first walked in... magic I'm about to undo."

He looked back at the three stallions standing behind him. "It wasn't entirely for your benefit, though. As part of the deal, my dear brothers had to incarnate in fully-functional physical forms - wouldn't be any fun, otherwise. And really, considering how little time they're ever gonna spend that way, why go to all the trouble of learning how to control such base bodily functions? So I'm handling it for them." His eyes panned back to the ponies, and with his horn, he pointed at Rarity and Twilight. "Now, then. You two are hereby promoted to toilets. The princess gets the stallions, and the unicorn gets the other ponies. I think she can manage them two at a time, don't you? I mean, they're so small..."

With a resigned sigh, Twilight walked the last few yards into the waiting hooves of the stallions, while her five friends exchanged some awkward glances, shuffling their hooves. Then a subtle surge of magic emerged from Pestilence, and suddenly Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy winced, crossing their rear legs. Rarity, seeing their sudden reaction, put on a determined expression and got down on her belly on the floor. "Well, let's get this over with, everypony..." she declared, before opening her mouth as wide as she could. Her four friends seemed to hesitate briefly - then Applejack stepped forwards, taking up position near Rarity's head, and Pinkie Pie jumped to join her. As if by mutual agreement, they each put a leg over each others' shoulder, angling their bodies close together and taking a couple of awkward steps forwards as they covered Rarity's body with their - and positioned their pussies above her open mouth.

Twin streams of hot piss splashed down into her waiting mouth, rapidly filling it and forcing her to hurriedly swallow. Like Applejack before her, she quickly wound up with her coat and mane soaked, eyes burning and nostrils absorbing enough of the pungent fluid to block out all other smells. However, despite not having the carrot of a good, solid anal fucking dangling before her this time, she found that she still didn't mind the taste so much. She dreaded what the golden shower was going to do to her mane, but then again, she'd gone into the ritual well aware that her coiffure wouldn't survive it. Really, if this was the worst that Pestilence would throw at her, she'd count herself lucky.

Pestilence watched the display with one eye while keeping the other on Twilight, who'd just stepped underneath War's chest and locked her lips around his cockhead. He twitched slightly, her soft lips reminding him that his obsession with beating Rainbow Dash to the breaking-point had also distracted him from any direct, physical gratification. Then Pestilence withdrew the spell from him, and he became suddenly aware of his painfully full bladder, and quickly focused on releasing its content into Twilight's waiting mouth.

Pestilence leered down at her as she began to push her head forwards, intending to handle the rapid flow by way of deep-throating. "No, no, little princess... none of that. I want you to TASTE every drop. It doesn't matter if you spill some." She froze where she was, neck bulging as she rapidly swallowed, trying to keep up with the hosepipe-like flow and failing entirely. Spurts of piss emerged from the corners of her mouth, spattering the front of her coat as well as the rest of the shaft in front of her.

The sickly stallion bowed his head down close to hers, watching her drink with a broad smile. "You know, I've been thinking for a while about a suitable... gift for you. All of my brothers have given you something, after all. Death gave you painlessness, Famine the ability to draw nourishment from impossible sources, and War... well, he gave you some reasonably nice jewelry, I suppose - the cheapskate. And then it occurred to me - it's really sad how limited you ponies are in terms of pleasure, isn't it? You've got some special nerves in one part of your body that makes your brain spark with pure pleasure when correctly stimulated. At best, you can learn to enjoy similar stimulation in closely-related regions. So narrow! And that, my little pony, is the tyranny that my gift will free you from..."

Out the corner of her eye, Twilight could see the puke-colored spark of light inside Pestilence's hollow horn begin to glow brighter - almost PAINFULLY bright, really - and felt a simultaneous surge of fear and expectation. Famine's 'gift' had proven a double-edged sword, and War's was a nice touch at best, but Death's had been a genuine miracle - a feat of magic that no ordinary unicorn could have accomplished, rendering her insensible to pain without robbing her of any other sensation. From the sound of it, Pestilence's gift would be anything but small - but it remained to be seen how benevolent it would be.

The unpleasant-looking light streamed out of the horn, and hit her in the flanks - from where it began to spread, like a living ooze, covering her coat bit by bit as Pestilence continued to pour on the magic. She could only vaguely feel it - it had no physical presence, and only her horn provided her with any sense of its existence at all. Her throat continued to labor, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of piss, while the magical force gradually spread to cover her entire body. Her head was the last bit, and she could see it only as a sudden blurriness when it covered her eyes. Then, it was gone, as if it had just sunk into her coat and become part of her.

Something shifted in her mind, and she was suddenly far more aware of what she was doing. The hot piss filled her mouth, its strong taste drowning her tongue even as the spillover tickled her nose. She could feel the quantity she'd already swallowed, like a warm presence in her belly. That same warmth spread down through her throat every time she reluctantly swallowed. The taste of it was intoxicating - salty-sour, like a prickly pear. The stream was starting to slow down now - not much, but enough that she found it easier to keep up. That was good - less waste that way. She swallowed another mouthful, and felt the orgasm grow in her throat as the warm liquid caressed it on the way down, her tongue tingling with increasing intensity.

As the flow of piss finally dwindled to a drop, she convulsed in a powerful orgasm, embracing the familiar cloud of mind-blanketing pleasure while eagerly sucking the last few traces of piss out of War's urethra. It was only afterwards, as she stumbled back from it licking her lips, that the pleasure lifted enough for her to give Pestilence an incredulous stare. He giggled, nodding. "Nice, isn't it? I won't claim that it was EASY to change your nervous system on such a basic level, but what Death did to you laid a fairly good groundwork for it... so from now on, the world will hold many more varied pleasures for you. I'd tell you about all the things that can make you cum now, but, ah, why spoil the surprise? It'll be more fun for you to find out on your own..."

Then he nodded towards Famine, who was waiting nearby, looking bored. "But enough talk - I've got more brothers with full bladders for you to service. DO enjoy yourself... hey, War! Stop staring wistfully at her ass, it's your own fault you didn't spend more time fucking YOUR pony. And while you're at it, remove that urethra-blocker from her, and the blindfold too. She's gonna need to be able to both piss AND aim to play her part!" War growled at him as Twilight rapidly retreated out of the line of fire, heading towards the next stallion while wondering if her new 'gift' was as much of a blessing as it appeared, or if it would have hidden costs like Famine's.

Pestilence watched the problematic parts of Rainbow Dash's bondage-attire transform into living snakes that rapidly retreated from her and rejoined War's armor, nodding approvingly. It was just in time - the two pegasi were just now taking the place of the pair of earth-ponies who'd gone before, eager to empty their aching bladders on the once majestic-looking unicorn's face. Throwing a quick glance at the seething anger that War was barely containing as he obeyed the summary command, he grinned. "Aww, cheer up, brother War. I'll let you ass-fuck that unicorn when she's done, hard as you like. Frankly, after what brother Famine did to her, I doubt she'll last much longer without getting SOMETHING up her asshole. I just need to decide who's gonna be underneath her while you do it, guzzling up HER piss..."

The rest of the night was a nauseating blur for the by-now exhausted ponies, as they were bounced from piss-drinking to ass-licking, and to everywhere in between. Whether it had something to do with the red liquid that the stallions had been drinking during their breaks, or just Pestilence's magic, all of them seemed to refill their bladders with unseemly haste, and all of the ponies wound up with various orifices filled by hot piss at various points of the night. Applejack, whose was already stuffed from the earlier scene, avoided any further inflation - a pleasant reminder that Pestilence, for all his perversion, didn't share War's sadistic streak. Of course, that just meant that she spent nearly the whole time with her tongue lodged up the asshole of one of her friends, or one of the stallions.

Along the way, Twilight was able to ascertain that - with Pestilence's new 'gift' in place - she could reach a climax from: Drinking piss, licking an asshole (with decreasing effect as it lost its taste), licking anal residue (or the foamy mix of cum and piss that clung to the cock of anyone sampling Applejack's magically-sealed holes) off of a cock, or even making out with somepony who'd been doing one of those things with sufficient intensity. As the orgasms piled on top of each other, her mind became increasingly hazy, but she was dimly aware of having her muzzle pushed into a dark-red liquid and drinking a few mouthfuls of it. Shortly afterwards, she discovered that she could also cum from having one of her friends drink her piss straight from her pussy, lips glued to her dripping-wet mound. She was never entirely sure WHO had helped her reach that realization, though - her memories of the remainder of the night were foggy in the extreme.

By the time the moon sank below the horizon, and the first glimmers of fake dawn flashed across the treetops of the Everfree Forest, the six ponies were significantly worse for wear. Rainbow Dash had passed out altogether, and didn't even stir as War continued to violently ass-fuck her, her rump held up by his chains. Applejack had rolled over on the floor, her body wracked by repeated dry heaves, eyes dull but open. Fluttershy was keeping her eyes open too, but only just barely. She was crouching next to Rainbow Dash, ready to clean War's cock when it emerged from the pegasus' well-used asshole. Rarity, too, seemed dead on her hooves, barely keeping her balance as she tongued Famine's ass. Only Pinkie Pie - who was currently drinking down yet another load of hot piss, courtesy of Pestilence - and Twilight herself were still in anything resembling a decent shape. At the moment, Twilight was positioned behind Fluttershy's prone form, gently licking her ass as she sucked out small mouthfuls of the bladder of piss that Death had deposited there earlier - and discovering that this eclectic combination of piss-drinking and ass-licking did, indeed, trigger an orgasmic reaction as well.

Death wasn't participating in the festivities at the moment - whether by his own choice or by Pestilence's - and was instead just standing near the wall, staring out the windows at the retreating darkness. Minutes ticked by, and Twilight finished her task, swallowing the last bit of ass-flavored piss while watching Fluttershy delicately lick similar-tasting residue off of War's cock. Pinkie Pie and Rarity had apparently finished their latest assignments too, and out the corner of her eye she watched Rarity collapse on the floor, even as Pinkie Pie curiously looked around for the next thing she needed to do.

Then, Death turned around, silhouetted by the rising sun, and nodded at the other three stallions. They stepped away from the ponies in silence and joined him, while Twilight - sensing an important occasion - pushed herself to her feet to face them. Death nodded at her, the gesture somehow respectful. "The fourth night is over. The ritual is complete. We will now depart this world - and it will be ten thousand years before we return. All that ponykind has built has been swept aside by the Apocalypse - all but your kingdom. What you make of that is up to you." A twisted smile seemed to curl across his lips as he said the last part, but it disappeared so quickly that it might very well have been a phantom conjured up by her exhausted mind.

He glanced around at her friends, and grinned in a far more obvious fashion. "You and your friend have done well to survive these trials. Allow me to give you one last gift... a surge of energy. Should last you long enough to get home, if little more." His horn pulsed with sickly-green energy, and suddenly, Twilight felt completely refreshed. She heard surprised exclamations around her and saw her friends jumping back to their hooves, looking like they just had a solid night's sleep and a big breakfast.

Then, with a final nod, Death trotted into the magic circle burned into the stone floor. It flared but briefly as he stepped into it and disappeared. The other three swiftly followed suit, delivering a curt nod before vanishing. When Pestilence - the last of them - was gone, the circle began to sizzle, and the black color gradually dissolved into glimmering dust, blowing away on the morning breeze. Outside, the birds of the Everfree Forest began to sing - the spell of the endless night had been broken.

"Oh shoot..." said Applejack, her voice sounding suddenly choked. Fortunately, the sudden surge of energy she'd received from Death had cleared Twilight's mind completely, and she'd remembered Pestilence's words. It took her less than a second to erect a solid forcefield around Applejack, which was exactly how long it took for the vast quantities of piss and cum stored inside of her - under high pressure - to emerge in every way it possibly could. The originally see-through forcefield rapidly became opaque, and despite averting their eyes as fast as they possibly could, a few retching sounds could be heard from the other ponies. Nothing more than that, though - the previous night had, if nothing else, served to raise the threshold of nausea for all of them.

Applejack was looking... less than great when Twilight subsequently lowered the forcefield. "I think there's a pond near here. I'm sure we've got time to stop there for a little while before heading home..." she said with a forced smile. Applejack spat on the floor, clearly trying to get the taste out of her mouth. "Sounds like a plan, fillies. Yuck. I'm SO glad I didn't bring my favorite hat to this..." There were a few half-hearted giggles at this (well, Pinkie Pie's was wholehearted, as it always was), and Twilight smiled. They'd all gotten through it all right. Well, Rainbow Dash would obviously need some more time to recover - though at least the nasty jewelry War had attached to her seemed to have shrunk back down to her original adornments - and Applejack DEFINITELY needed that bath, but... they were all right. And Equestria had been saved!

"Well, then - let's not waste any time! We need to wash off this grime and get home before the spell wears off! Ponies, MARCH!" Cheers joined her voice as she led them from the crumbling castle, smiles - forced or otherwise - all around. Nothing would ever be entirely the same - certainly, she herself had been changed more than anypony by this experience - but they were all alive, and closer friends than ever before, which was all that mattered. The only thing that bugged her was that odd smile that she was ALMOST certain she'd seen on Death's face as he bid her farewell. It had left her with a niggling feeling that somehow, the other horseshoe had yet to drop...

The End of Part 4