Oh would you look at that, a plebeian.
Chapter song.
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‘Ughh, such a drab town,’ thinks the white stallion as he looks around the streets and at the lamps on either side of the road. They dimly light the area around them using nearly depleted light stones. ‘Shouldn’t they have a unicorn that can replenish those stones?’ he wonders silently as he traverses the silent roads towards his next destination. Glumly he looks around at the brightly colored structures. ‘This is absurd, how can these lower class wretches be happier than me?’ The stallion’s blond eyebrows furrow together in consternation and anger. ‘Yet with all this. This gaiety. I still find this place boring, I mean not even a piece of intrigue or under hoofed scheme, then again, I am visiting one of my Auntie’s precious, pure! towns.’ The stark white stallion grumbles under his breath as he passes a moonlit couple, his gaze settles upon them as his ire rises, ‘What’s even worse, is that in all five hours after entering this back of the woods town, I have not once found a single brothel. How can a town be so morally clean that there isn’t one place stallons can go to for relief?’ His anger immediately subsides as his gaze falls upon a small yellow pegasus, walking in his direction, her eyes roving from side to side as she looks for something. ‘Hmm...’
“Ooh, where could he be?” The yellow filly questions silently, as she walks through the streets searching for her query. She calls out in a bell like voice, barely above a whisper, “Mr. Bat, where are you? Mr. Bat?” A rustling sound comes from a nearby alleyway causing her to jump. “Uhh, Mr. Bat? Is that you?” She asks as she looks into the dark shadows of the alley, her baby blue eyes trying to pierce the blackness shrouding the dingy area between Bonbon’s sweets shop and the Quills & Sofas. She watches the alley, waiting for a reaction, but after a few minutes she turns away with a shrug. The butterscotch yellow pegasus starts walking away from the alley at a slow pace. She did not notice the blue glow coming out of the alley, or she sound of a blade being pushed through flesh, or the wet pitter patter as crimson fluid began raining down upon the ground below the tiny victim.
After a few minutes, watching the bright yellow pegasus walk away from the alley, the stark white unicorn turns back to his work, ‘Hmm, plebeian, but it gets the job done nicely.’ He muses with a slight thrill as he looks into the dull lifeless orbs of the rodent he had caught. It had been trying to fly away until he caught it and now the creatures red life essence was flowing down its brown fur, as it was held in mid air by the head in the unicorns bright blue magic field. The creatures leathery black wings lay lifeless at its sides. ‘Heh, let her try and find it now.’ he says before tossing the dead rodent into the nearby dumpster, pulling the dull, rusted kitchen knife out with a wet squelch. He pulls the blade towards himself and watches curiously as the blood drips off, a small smirk playing on his lips. ‘Aunty never liked it when I left the castle, I always came back dirty from cleaning out some more of the filthy vermin on the streets, sometimes I even came back after taking care of one of the whores on the side of the road. She never liked it when I did it though, trying to say some garbage about not using ponies or some garbage like that.’ he mulls over the memory of his pure white aunt with an aurora mane, her caring smile, the slight hint of ire fitted upon her brow as she scolded him in that kind mother like voice.
With a sigh, he begins whispering his thoughts. “Ah Aunty, you just don’t understand it. The thrill of doing this all without getting caught. Then again, you never did take the time to learn the joys of being able to let go.” He shudders in ecstasy as he breathes in the warm, coppery scent of his recently deceased prey’s spilt life blood, the smile on his lips curling just a bit further, his pupils becoming just that much smaller. ‘I cannot believe it has been a week since the last time! Oh Aunty, this is going to be soo much fun.’ he shivers again in delight as his thoughts turn to the buttercream pegasus with her shapely form, and pert flank. The stallion looks between his hind legs feeling a slight twinge, as his staff begins to rise. Shaking his head at the sight, he turns away from the body and walks onto the main road outside of the alley. He looks around trying to catch a hint of his quarry, as he waits for his sword to shrink back into its sheath. A quick glance down the street immediately tells him his quarry hasn’t gotten that far.
Sticking to the shadows on the side of the street, the white unicorn watches as the bright yellow pegasus continues searching for her bat friend. Silently the stark white stallion follows in the shy mare’s wake, getting closer and closer. As he gets within fifteen meters of his target, he notes another alley twenty meters ahead. With a vicious smile he slinks along the path before lighting his horn in a slight blue glow. Picking up a stone in his light blue magic, he throws it into the alley, letting it clatter on the ground within, capturing the pegasus’s attention as she passes by.
The shy mare stops mid step, and turns towards the dark alley, her eyes trying to pierce the darkness. “H-hello? Is anypony there?“ she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. “Mr. Bat? Is that you there?” As the young mare takes a few hesitant steps towards the alley, another clatter within grasps her attention. Hearing it come from behind one of the dumpsters, she slowly walks into the alley, towards the farthest dumpster, where the sound originated from. “It’s ok, you can come out, i-it’s perfectly safe.” she says as she bravely walks around the large metal construct. “Wha- Mph”
Her voice is muffled as a hoof snakes from behind and covers her mouth. “Shh, we wouldn’t want anypony to hear you now, would we?” asks the stallion as he lifts the butterscotch pegasus, and presses her up against the wall, forcing her to stand on her hind hooves. After another second the same voice speaks up again, a little muffled as her captor’s head snakes around her neck, placing something against her throat. “Now, be a gooh phiwy an’ hol iph poffiffion for me. We wou’n wan’ me cu slip now, woul’ we?” He asks pressing the sharp object just a little harder into the young pegasus’s neck. The yellow mare shakes her head slightly from side to side, afraid that even this little motion could cause the blade to pierce her skin, her eyes beginning to water. “Gooh” he answers gently, before pulling his hoof from the mare’s mouth while holding himself over her with the other on the wall, then uses his free hoof to explore the filly’s body. ‘My, my, my, such a juicy specimen.’ he thinks before speaking around his blade again. “You phu’ feel honork, you are im uu prefenfe of royalfy,” he pronounces imperiously, as his hoof slides further down the yellow mare’s stomach.
The pegasus whines a little underneath the unicorn’s ministrations, tears now freely falling in rivulets down the sides of her face, with small dribbles of snot pressing out of her nose. She could feel every touch of his hoof on her body, making her want to shiver in revulsion at his sick advances, however she holds perfectly still, lest the knife cut into her throat. Then she felt it, the pressure on top of the small of her back, a warm appendage growing, bouncing, snaking further upwards, as opposed to the ice cold hoof of her tormentor, reaching ever downwards until finally reaching its goal, pressing against the very tip of her marehood. “Ahh-, ” she almost cries, before the knife presses into her skin, silencing her once more and forcing her to pant silently as the alabaster unicorn plays with her maidenhood. He smiles imperiously around the knife in his mouth as the butterscotch pegasus becomes wet, her flower spilling juices involuntarily from the stimulation.
The stallion lifts his drenched hoof to the pegasus’s face as if to say, ‘You are a dirty whore, and I own you.’ The yellow mare flinches slightly as the hoof presses against her lips demanding attention. Finally, she tentatively opens her mouth and gently presses her tongue against the frog of the stallions hoof, cleaning away more than just her mare juices.
“Mmh, mmh, mmh.” The stallion laughs darkly as he forces the weak mare to lick his dirty hoof clean, marring her beauty in the process. With his hoof pristine and clean once more, he lowers it over the mare’s back, her wings having fully extended involuntarily as her internal body temperature begins to rise, from both fear and excitement. Deciding he’s waited long enough, the stallion lights his horn with blue magic, then he telekinetically moves his bulging shaft into position between the mares winking lips, while moving her tail out of the way. The yellow pegasus mare stifles another moan as the stallion enters her with a single thrust, pressing almost to the hilt in one vicious push, then he pulls back slightly, his iron rod massaging the mare’s inner walls like a long lost lover. He thrusts once more, using all the strength he can put into that one move and hilting just before her cervix. His massive shaft of meat pulls back slowly, teasing the previousely virginal walls with tingling pleasure.
The pearl white highborn unicorn stallion shuffles his hooves, getting into a more comfortable position, his shaft pulsing with each motion inside the mare’s love tunnel. The stallion’s excitement rises as he pulls back and thrusts once... twice. Again and again, slowly building a tempo as he races to the finish, his heart beating erratically in the ecstatic joy of the moment. He grunts as he reaches the halfway point, his thrusts becoming harder and longer, pulling back further and further with each one, almost like a hypnotic dance. His blond tail was streaked with tears of the little pegasus’s shame, her abused marehood leaking more clear fluid with each thrust, making the the stallions tail glisten in the moonlight. The stallion curls his lips even further upwards as he feels his climax coming near, his breath coming out in pants alongside the pink maned pegasus. The yellow mare begins to let out small moans, as her climax comes near as well.
‘No.’ He rejects the thought before pressing the knife in his mouth against the timid mare’s throat, letting the blade dig in just a little further, his smile turning vicious as he feels the female shiver for half a second in fear, causing her inner folds to massage his length even more than they had before. “Urrguhhh!!!” The white unicorn cries as the final stroke pushes him over the edge into joyful bliss. ‘Ahh, that was quite enjoyable, well. Time’s up.’ The white stallion jerks his head to the side, making a wet tearing sound. Dark warm drops begin falling down into the puddle of clear liquid created during the stallion’s ministrations.
With a single thought, the white unicorn lights his horn and uses it to pull the knife out of his mouth and flicks it to the side. That done, he watches with morbid glee as the light begins to fade from his mate’s eyes. “Ah, such a rare beautiful gem, one amongst many. Now nopony else will defile you. I have claimed your maidenhood, and in turn you, to do with as I please.” He whispers aloud next to her ear, as her strength finally begins to leave her dying legs, her crimson fluid puddling on the ground. With a wet squelch, her body falls off of the young, virile stallion’s iron rod, the shaft becoming even harder as he listens to the wet plop of the body falling onto the ground.
With nothing else left to do with the body, he walks towards the entrance of the alley. He takes a cursory glance at himself, noticing a few patches of mud and blood caked onto his fur. With a disparaging sigh, he lights his horn, noting the slight change from light blue to teal for half a second before ignoring it and focusing on the wretched stains on his coat. Slowly he peels off the stains with his magic, careful to not pull any hairs out.
Finally letting his horn rest after a few seconds of working the spell, the while stallion looks over his pristine coat once more. ‘Ah, magnificent if I do say so myself. Then again, I’m always magnificent to look at, even when my coat is spattered in filth.’ After confirming its cleanliness and deeming it fit to be presented to the world once again, he lets a genuine smile of glee form on his face. The proud, noble stallion then takes a step towards another day in his bright future.