> Poisoned Perversions > by Pony Project 156 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Poisoned Perversions > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A mare trotted along the length of a Manehattan street as night graced the world. Her eyes sparkled as bright as her pink coat beneath the various light fixtures strewn about the city and behind the illumination thrown off her glasses. Her black and purple mane, supple and soft, shone with a vibrancy that bounced in time with her hoofsteps. Her tail swished, and hearts glimmered in her pink irises, seeming as sweet and delicate as a flower to the outside world. Her cutie mark was innocuous; a white dove with hearts for its eyes and trailing more hearts in its wake. Her eyes scanned the street she walked down as ponies passed her by in their own endeavours to go home. She didn't mind the crowd much; at this time of day, not many ponies were out and about to begin with. Sure, the nightlife of Manehattan was alive and well, but some ponies still kept indoors wherever they could. The mare chose not to visit any of the social hotspots for as long as she was able to. If she could resist the allure, she could just go right home and proceed with the next day, and all subsequent days, until her eventual death. Long ago, before she came to Manehattan, such a prospect would have looked bleak. It made her toss and turn as she considered that, with time, the cold hoof of the reaper would visit her as it had visited practically every other creature throughout history. But now? She awaited that day with bated breath, for she knew she would end up having that meeting with death sooner or later, anyway. In the meantime, there was a life to live, a job to tend, a place to call home, and—oh, dear. Somepony was standing on the corner of the sidewalk, waiting for traffic to halt so he could cross. She scanned him with her eyes, and heat rose in her cheeks and chest as she approached the stallion with the once-over already underway. He was about her height and size, with slender legs, a soft white coat, a gorgeous blue mane that looked pale in the streetlight, and cute golden eyes that shone with warmth and surprise as he turned to her. He bore a shield as his cutie mark, emblazoned with an emblem of the sun. "Can I help you?" he asked, tilting his head inquisitively. "You look positively… amazing," the mare said breathlessly, her eyes sparkling with wonder and awe. "What's your name?" "Sun Steel," the stallion replied. "You?" "Lovebird," the mare answered, grinning slightly. "That's… a lovely name," Sun Steel said, hoping to start off on the right hoof. "So, what do you do for a living?" he asked, wondering why he had caught the mare’s attention. "I'm a professional matchmaker and couples' therapist," she said, giggling. "You?" "I'm a rookie trainee in the Royal Guard," Sun Steel replied. "Tonight's my last night before I head to Canterlot for training, so I figured I would spend my last night here just enjoying the nightlife." "That's amazing!" Lovebird exclaimed, her tail swishing. "Not many ponies make it into the Royal Guard these days." "And not many care to,” added Sun Steel, shaking his head, “not after the Storm King fiasco. I just want to do some good for Equestria." He smiled warmly at the thought. "Taking it one day at a time, huh?" asked Lovebird. "Sounds about right," Sun Steel agreed with a nod. "I take it you do the same?" "Mhm." With that, the two stood quietly in the street, waiting for the traffic to diminish. Unfortunately, it did not heed their whims, and resumed its normal course of passing by and flipping them the proverbial birds. Every now and again, Sun Steel would side-eye Lovebird, and he couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked. Though he needed to exercise the restraint the Royal Guards were known for, he figured he could throw caution to the wind for one night longer. Tonight, after all, was his last day of freedom before he had to wear the hoofstraps. But would she reciprocate…? That was the ultimate question that weighed on his mind, nevermind the fact that he could be late tomorrow because of it. Did he dare take the chance? "I've been with a lot of stallions before, but they always had… certain things they wanted out of me," Lovebird said out of the blue, waiting for traffic to slow down. "A lot of them wanted me as just a prize, a notch in their bedpost, a trophy to place on the wall… just to make them feel better about themselves." Sun Steel nodded idly. "Sadly, a lot of ponies are like that…” he muttered. “I hear it’s especially common in the upper crust." "Yeah… those types are the worst," Lovebird sighed. "I had the misfortune of hosting couples' therapy with a pair from the upper crust once. It was always 'me, me, me,' and never considering what their partners wanted. I told them it might be best if they attempted a trial separation, but they refused to listen. Next thing I knew, they had ended up killing each other. It made the news…" Sun Steel frowned. "I heard about that mess. At least they didn't have any foals. They would have had to endure the trauma of suddenly being dumped into an orphanage," he muttered. Lovebird nodded beside him. "But let's change the subject to some happy thoughts; you're a gorgeous mare if I've ever seen one. A shame you have to put up with plotheads like that." Lovebird smiled and turned to him once more. "Be careful, or you might have to put up with your fair share of them in the Royal Guard," she pointed out. "True," Sun Steel replied, finding his grin again. “Hopefully, they won't be ranked above me.” "Hopefully," Lovebird agreed. She couldn't help but notice being side-eyed. Her heart fluttered every time Sun Steel turned his gaze to her, even if only for a moment, and he looked away after a few too many looks. "All this talk of relationships… and I've never been with a mare before…" he muttered to himself. Lovebird's ears perked up. "You've never been with a mare?" she echoed. He was silent for about a minute, until finally, Sun Steel shook his head again. “No, I haven’t.” He considered telling her about all of his failed attempts at relationships, perhaps asking her advice on how to better build one up, but ultimately opted against it, lest he kill the mood and his chances for a hook-up. Lovebird, however, had other plans. “What’s stopping you?” Sun Steel thought about it for a moment, then finally answered. “I guess it’s because my career is very demanding, and I just...wasn’t good at picking up signals until recently.” Lovebird smiled salaciously, flicking the tip of her tail and wiggling her hips. “Are you picking up any readable signals now?” He thought for a few seconds and smiled. “Yeah, I think so.” Lovebird smiled knowingly to herself. "Say…" She sidled closer to Sun Steel, entwining her tail with his. "Wanna head to my place to celebrate your big day tomorrow?" “A gentleman like me escorting a fine young lady home for the night?” Sun Steel grinned from ear to ear at the prospect. "I can do that. Where do you live?" Lovebird giggled, and rubbed her shoulder against his. "A few blocks from here. It's not much, but I make do with what I have." Sun Steel nodded, sighing in contentment to come. "Just like everypony else," he muttered. He swept his hoof out across the street, and towards another just a cross-intersection away. "Lead the way, madam." Lovebird giggled coquettishly and took point, trotting down the direction his hoof had stopped at, with the rookie guard-in-training in tow. They trotted down the street, all the way to the cross-intersection, only to turn a corner and strike up another conversation. "So, how do you solve problems in your couples' therapy sessions?" Sun Steel asked, eager to learn more about his prospective one-night-stand. "Well, I diagnose the problems the couples are experiencing, and depending on what they are and how severe they are, I either encourage them to reconcile or break up," Lovebird answered truthfully. "I've… had to break up a few couples for their own safety before. I've also had a few stallions who thought I should have loosened up; they said I was too professional." "Were there any that were particularly bad?" Sun Steel asked. Lovebird nodded. "One had to have the guards brought in because he threatened both me and his marefriend," she replied. "That was a bad day for everypony involved, especially when it came out that he tried to use love poison on her." "Love poison?" Sun Steel asked, arching a brow. "Isn't that stuff classified as an illegal date rape drug?" "Yes, it is," she confirmed, bowing her head low for a moment as they continued to trot down the street. Her head perked back up a second later, and she turned to smile at her prospective beau. "Fortunately, he failed to force it on her, and the poison was secured and disposed of." Sun Steel allowed himself to relax. "That's good, at least. How long is the stallion in prison for?" he pressed. "For the rest of his life," Lovebird replied, her smile widening. "He's not being let out anytime soon." "That's even better. Was the recipe he used destroyed as well?" Sun Steel inquired. Lovebird nodded once more. "Kept for just long enough to convict him, then burnt to a crisp," she confirmed. "I was there for the trial myself, being a witness." Sun Steel grinned, relief sweeping over his features. "And his marefriend?" "She's dating somepony else now," Lovebird replied, her smile broadening. “She's in a much safer and happier relationship.” Along the busy street they trotted, coming upon a few apartment buildings. Many ponies filtered into them, ready to tuck in for the night, and others came out to start their early evening. Lovebird pointed at an apartment some blocks away. "That’s mine, right there," she replied before the question ever left Sun Steel's mouth. He grinned, his own tail swishing as he followed his would-be lover to their destination. They entered the front door and into the stairwell, trotting past ponies looking to go out, when one stallion bumped into Sun Steel, lit his horn and seized his head in a brief magical glow with an unfamiliar voice echoing into his mind. "Stay away from the thirteenth floor, for death lingers beyond its doors," the unfamiliar voice warned. "Avoid its basement at all costs, for there, innumerable lives were lost." Before Sun Steel could ask the unicorn who flashed his horn what he meant, he was already out the building's door and galloping into the night. Sun Steel frowned, but still followed Lovebird up the stairs. He trotted without further incident to her floor, which almost seemed… empty. Doors were shut tight, janitorial staff wasn't present here, and even as he scanned the area, he could swear ponies were peeking out of peepholes to regard him warily. Sure, the lights were on, the floors and doors kept scrupulously clean, but now he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Maybe ponies here just didn't like this floor for whatever reason. Maybe all of the ponies from this floor that had intended to leave had joined in the rush down the stairs they’d just waded through. He shrugged it off and continued to follow Lovebird down the halls, veering down the second left row after her as she made a beeline for the very last door at the end. She opened the door and trotted inside, and he followed. The apartment looked ordinary enough, with standard furnishings and some knick-knacks that he expected to find—a wooden heart on a shelf, a few notepads, some portraits featuring the Princesses and various Equestrian landmarks, and a few plushies here and there. There were also a few diplomas and doctorates here and there, all pointing towards psychology and other assorted equine sciences. So what was so bad about the thirteenth floor? Sun Steel wanted to ask, but couldn't bring himself to. He'd have to investigate this later, when he was properly inducted into the Royal Guard. Lovebird turned to him, still beaming. "Make yourself at home; I'll cook us some dinner. Do hayburgers sound good to you?" she asked. Sun Steel grinned. "Hayburgers sound delicious," he answered. Lovebird nodded, and trotted to the kitchen to set out her ingredients to make them both some hearty food. He trotted to sit on the couch in the living room, and he started to look at the furnishings themselves. The cushions were arranged into a standard formation, nothing out of the ordinary. The same applied to the shelves. The fireplace wasn't lit up, seeing as it wasn't winter, yet there were some logs set to the side; more of a just-in-case than anything.The carpets were alright, recently vacuumed to plush perfection. The coffee table had a newsprint rolled up on its surface. He picked it up, and unfurled it to see if anything out of the ordinary would strike his fancy. He flipped through the pages, finding it dated for today. All it talked about was how the economy was recovering after the Storm King fiasco, and the recent reconstruction of important monuments that were destroyed during the whole mess. He re-rolled the paper and set it down where it originally lay, figuring that maybe the junk pages were thrown out already. He looked around for a waste bin, but it wasn't in the living room. Perhaps it was in the bathroom, but eh. Not every apartment was the same, he rationalized. Oh well, he had no business digging through other ponies' trash; he wasn't training to be a police colt after all, and nothing truly warranted such anyway. Soon, the smell of sizzling, lip-smacking hay filled the apartment. "Do you want any toppings?" Lovebird called out. Sun Steel turned to the kitchen and replied, "Lettuce, tomatoes, ketchup and onions, please!" "Okay~" Lovebird replied. Sun Steel grinned, his stomach rumbling with the promise of good grub. In moments, she called again, "It's ready~" With that, he stood up and trotted to the kitchen, and sat at the table. A perfectly-cooked hayburger waited for him, with a side of horseshoe fries and a glass of milk. Lovebird sat opposite of him, and both tucked into their food. The burger was spectacularly done; the lettuce was neither too thick nor too thin, the tomatoes and onions were sliced to perfection, and there was just the right amount of ketchup to add a little pizazz. The fries were perfectly crispy and seasoned, though he saved the milk for last, waiting until he cleaned his plate to wash it all down. "That was amazing! You're a really good cook," Sun Steel grinned. Lovebird giggled, even as she finished her food. "Thanks~ I don't have the chance to share my cooking with anypony most of the time," she replied, her eyes glimmering with warmth. She washed her meal down with her own glass of milk, and wiped her mouth with a napkin. "How about we move on to the main event for tonight, then?" Sun Steel grinned and stood from his seat. Lovebird followed, and once more they trotted around the table to entwine their tails. "So… any foreplay, or do we go right into it?" he asked. Lovebird moved to kiss him passionately on the lips. Fumbling for a bit, he returned the kiss after a moment, exhaling through his nose as the last few notes of milk lingered on their tongues. As they parted from the kiss, Sun Steel could already feel the blood rushing to his lower regions. His member began to poke out his sheath, eager for some action. Lovebird trotted ahead, flashing her winking vulva at him with a swish of her tail, and went into the bedroom. Her one-time lover followed, lust starting to smother his mind slowly like a poisonous cloud that cast out rationality and caution. The bedroom was ordinary enough as well; It had a dresser, a desk, and a bed, with a bathroom attached to one side and a closet just next to the dresser. The overhead lighting for the room was turned off, but the light of the streets below shone through the blinds to dimly illuminate the sections nearest the window. It also illuminated a shelf above the desk, lined with an array of various colored dildos that glittered in the light. “That’s quite a few toys you have there,” Sun Steel chuckled, gesturing to the shelf of marital aids. “Are you a collector, or something?” “Of sorts,” answered Lovebird wistfully. “These are from some of my male clients who thought I was being too constrictive, and that I should loosen up. But enough about work. It’s playtime now.” Lovebird moved to lay on the bed, on her back with her tail out of the way and her hinds spread eagerly over its edge. Sun Steel trotted over, hardening to full mast before he even reached the bed. He wrapped his lover in his forelegs, and kissed her again, making her moan and shiver as his hooves caressed her mane and backside. She returned his affections, stroking his head and shoulders with her hooves. Slowly, Sun Steel trailed one of his hooves downwards, gently prodding Lovebird in different spots, seeing what she would react to. She would shiver and pant each time, her face heating up as he strode further on, until he reached her thighs. She leaned to nibble on his ear, licking its tip and making him groan. His hoof veered to his prize, causing her hinds to shudder in turn as he grazed it. Figuring she liked that, he began to rub her slit, grinding his pastern against her clit, and causing her to moan in his ear as she returned to nibbling on it. "You're good at this… oh Celestia…" Lovebird moaned, moving to kiss Sun Steel on his neck as he kept rubbing her snatch. "I've had a few… magazines… give me some pointers," Sun Steel replied through some heavy breathing, continuing to stroke her most sensitive area. He could feel her growing wet and sticky as he went on with his gentle stroking, but he didn't feel the need to pick up the pace yet. "Mmm… better than going in blind," Lovebird murmured into his ear, even as a part of her mind screamed at her. "No… not again… you can stop this, Lovebird. Stop this at once." She moaned as he moved his hoof to rub her teats, prodding at one nipple and then the other before circling them gently. "You're so soft… your coat… your mane… by the sun and moon, you're simply amazing," Sun Steel breathed, lifting his hoof to rub her backside as he aligned himself to prod at her entrance. He poked a few times before taking the plunge, gliding in with ease thanks to her slickened slit. She yelped and moaned as he buried himself up to the medial ring, throwing her head back and letting her glasses go askew as he held there for a moment to let her grow familiar with him. "Y-you're quite impressive y-yourself," Lovebird whimpered, moving to hold his neck in her forelegs. Her hinds quivered and tried their level best to wrap around his haunches, only succeeding in sticking out past them. She squealed as he began to thrust, his movements smooth and pleasurable as he started out in a slow tempo that always made his medial ring brush up against her clit, yet went no further than that. "Now this…" Sun Steel felt the lust clouding him more and more. "This… I could become accustomed to…" Slowly, he began pushing himself deeper into his lover, trying to see how much of him she could take. "I-it's a feeling y-you won't e-ever miss," Lovebird agreed, moving to kiss him once more. She moaned into his mouth as he buried himself all the way to the balls in her, and began to thrust more eagerly. He returned the kiss as his lust fully claimed him, making his movements more forceful and pleasurable. Their tongues battled, writhing within each others' mouths as their movements synchronized in time with one another. Lovebird's mind was clouded with ecstasy as her climax approached, her body quivering and her heart racing in anticipation of the pleasure yet to come. However, a part of her mind screamed orders at her body, demanding she cease immediately, though the internal pleas fell on proverbially deafened ears. Lust clouded her mind just the same as it had his, and it wasn't long before she squealed as her pleasure spiked and her vulva winked erratically as she came, her vagina further slickened by her own arousal as her fluids dribbled messily all over the bed, the floor, and on her lover's cock. The clenching and winking of her nethers made Sun Steel speed up, the sensations pleasing him as well as her. He didn't hold out for very long either. He whinnied and nickered as he came, coating her insides in his spunk as his head flared to plug it all up. His climax drew on for what felt like an eternity, extending his lover's own climax by a few more intensely pleasurable seconds. They held for a moment, contentment washing over them as they stayed in post-coital bliss, one still buried and the other winding down from her cloud nine, giggling as she tossed her head back to hit the mattress. Soon enough, though, he had to pull out, if only to let his member retreat into its sheath for another day. He kissed Lovebird on the forehead, and smiled warmly. "For the first time, that wasn't so bad," he said, eyes sparkling in delight. "Do you mind if I clean up in your bathroom?" Lovebird shook her head. "I don't mind," she said, content to lay there for a moment longer. "I'll join you in a little bit." Sun Steel nodded and kissed her again, if only a quick peck. When they parted, he lifted his front hooves away from her and turned around to trot into the bathroom, fumbling for a moment to figure out where the light switch was. It flipped on, and inside was as ordinary as could be, nothing but a sink, a toilet, and a shower with the appropriate toiletries. He trotted to the shower, and turned it on to wash himself up, sampling the shampoo before using some to scrub his mane clean. His cleaning session went uninterrupted, and as he finished, he looked into the mirror and reflected on his one-night-stand. For a first, it wasn't all that bad, but then he frowned as he remembered that he went in raw with a veritable stranger. What if she had some sort of disease? Great, he was probably going to have to check that tomorrow. With a sigh, he stepped out of the shower. He dried himself off with the towel, folding it neatly upon the toilet when he was done using it, before stepping out. Lovebird wasn't in bed when he entered the bedroom. Furthermore, the closet was open, but nothing was in it. "That's strange…" he thought. She said she'd join him, and he could have sworn he hadn't heard the closet opening. Maybe she had to pull something out? Where was she, then? He trotted out of the bedroom, and went to the kitchen, only to find she wasn't there, either. He went to the living room to find much of the same, and his brow furrowed. Now, he was sure that something was up. He trotted out of the door, after doing a double-check of the apartment to find no trace of his lover. Sun Steel closed the door behind himself, and tried the knob to be safe. It didn't turn afterwards, so maybe Lovebird had locked it on her way out. He trotted down the hall to see if anypony else was awake, yet the doors were all firmly shut. As he neared the stairs, he heard a faint giggle, and made to follow the sound. When he moved down the first flight, he heard retreating hoofsteps, and began his pursuit. Passing by the doors to the twelfth, eleventh, and tenth floors, he trotted after the sound, heading down flight after flight of stairs, being careful to not trip over his own legs. When he reached the ground floor, he found another set of stairs heading downwards into a basement area, but he paused for a moment, unsure if he remembered the stairs going down below. Had he missed them in his haze? Something in his gut nudged him to see if anypony else had headed out the front door. He went to the entrance of the building, but had no luck; nopony else had entered or left since he’d arrived. Furthermore, trying the front door revealed it to be locked, with the key nowhere in sight. Perhaps the janitorial staff had closed up shop on their way out? But this was an apartment. How would the other residents be able to come back in? He trotted about, knocking on various doors, but nopony answered. In fact, there wasn't so much as a peep from anywhere within the apartment complex. He heard more hoofsteps, and turned to face the sound. He saw only a faint shadow moving about, heading for the basement. He followed the entity, and found himself once more looking upon the basement door at the foot of the stairs, now swinging in a nonexistent breeze. Slowly, he trotted down to it, ears perked and attentive. Maybe the basement had a way out, leading back into Manehattan. He pushed the door open, and found something odd. It looked well-kept, with cubicles that ponies could put their extraneous possessions into, each as big as a closet but with locking doors isolating them from the world. Small lights hovered above each of the doors, lighting up the entrances and nothing else. He heard more hoofsteps and giggling, and trotted down a row in an effort to follow the noise. It echoed everywhere at once, making it difficult to tell where exactly it came from. As Sun Steel trotted, he noticed that the cubicles were labeled; A1, A2, A3, A4. He paused to search the basement, frowning when he found only four cubicles, with no indication of a stairwell going up, aside from the one he’d just come down. Another set of stairs behind a door went further downward, leading him into the next set of numbered cubicles, which had the numbers and letters reversed— 2A, 2B, 2C, 2D. He pressed on, using the numberings to mark his exact location in case he needed an out. Still following the sound of laughter and hoofsteps, he paused to look between the cubicles to see if what or who he sought was in the same row he was. Nothing but shadows greeted him. He jerked his head when he heard movement, and turned around to find a shadow just sliding out of one of the doors' lights. He followed the spectre, hounding after the noise as he tried to sight any movement in the darkness. His eyes found nothing but shades and a few flickering lights as he delved deeper into the basement, but he heard another door open and strode to the source on the other side of the wall, opposite of the first one he followed down. Another set of stairs he descended, wondering where he was being led. Here, the numbers were the same as the first floor of the basement, C1, C2, C3, and C4. He looked around, seeing if he could find any trace of the pony he sought. Once more, he turned up woefully short. He paused in between the rows, looking about to see if anypony else was here, yet nothing else greeted him. In fact, he started to suspect that he was alone; that maybe Lovebird had been a hallucination. But she had felt and sounded real enough, and had even made him food before their one-night-stand. Something started nagging his gut, telling him to leave. He turned around, and trotted to make his way back upstairs, unaware of the shadow he was pursuing creeping up behind him, a blunt instrument in hoof. It was only as he took the first step up the stairs that he felt something land on the back of his head with enough force to knock him unconscious. Down to the ground he fell, out like a light. The last words he heard as the darkness of unconsciousness consumed him hovered just outside his ears, brushing against their tips with warm and eager breath and the distinctive short bursts of a giggle. "You’re mine now~" ~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~ When Sun Steel awoke, he could feel only five things: that he was on his back on a table of some sort with legs splayed as far apart as possible, there were what seemed to be latex shackles around his pasterns and hocks keeping him there, there was an odd weight was straddling his hips, something cloth-like was in his mouth and another object of similar cloth was covering his eyes. Confused, he tried to speak, but only muffled words would come out, sounding like an ancient Equestrian dialect to anypony within earshot. He tried to open his eyes, but could only see darkness binding them. He tried moving his legs, yet they were restricted by the shackles. He felt blood rushing to his lower regions again as something clamped on his hardening mast, but as he currently was, he could not pinpoint why. Naturally assuming the worst, he tried to scream, but he was muffled and blind, with very little chance to escape his predicament. "Oh, don't bother, love," came a voice he hadn't expected to hear again. "You're thirteen floors down; nopony can hear you." "Wofbirf?!" Sun Steel yelped into his gag. "One and the same, darling," Lovebird replied, giggling. "You were just so amazing that I had to have a second round; wouldn't you mind?" Given the circumstances, Sun Steel minded very much. He yelped as much into whatever had been crammed into his mouth, but all that came out was a muffled, "Yef ai foo! Wef e foh!!" "After round two, I will release you," Lovebird muttered, giggling as she continued to ride him. "Until then… let me have a little more fun~" Sun Steel grit his teeth, trying to stave off the blood rushing to his nethers, but it was of little use. He was already mounted, and as far as he could tell, a sitting duck. He tried bucking his hips to shake her off, but she held firm, giggling and moaning as his movements inadvertently drove his cock deeper into her snatch, only exciting her more. "Oh Celestia YES!! Fuck me harder!!" Lovebird squealed, her movements slowly becoming more feverish as Sun Steel reached full mast within her for a second time. Whereas before the feeling might have been pleasurable, now it left Sun Steel sickened to his stomach. He kept still, or at least he tried to. Every time he stiffened his body, Lovebird slapped his nuts with her tail, making him yelp and jump, forcing him to pleasure her even more than before. He wondered just what had her in this mood all of a sudden. Wasn't the first time enough?! He tried to will himself to stop, feeling disgusted with himself and the situation overall. But she wouldn't stop—as if something had possessed her from beyond. She hollered and shouted as she began to piston her hips rapidly, building herself up to another climax that seemed almost… forced. Sun Steel couldn't pin a name to it, but maybe her condition was not of her own making, whatever it was. As she roared and came again, she ripped his blindfold off, enabling him to see his newfound situation. Sun Steel's heart climbed up his throat and threatened to escape through his widening eyes as he beheld what he saw: all around him, BDSM paraphernalia littered the scene, ranging from a wheel of pain to an oversized pet cage to a counter and some cabinets laden with whips and paddles. The worst thing he could see so far was a disturbingly lifelike mannequin standing to one side, positioned with front legs over its head and a dildo attached to its groin. It had a full mane and tail, and glass eyes that shone in the light. He looked to his legs, and found them bound up to the shoulders and haunches in tight, securely strapped latex similar to his own shackles, turning blue at their fringes through the fur. He turned to Lovebird herself, and in the same moment he did, his heart plummeted back where it belonged. Her sclera was a pulsating, sickening mishmash of pink and purple hues, almost glowing against her glasses and sparkling with hearts. Even worse, her irises and pupils were shrunk, shaking, and sizing him up like one would a steak dinner in Griffonstone. Tears leaked from her eyes, even as she came down from her second climax. "Ah fouf fwe foifon waf fefwoyef!?" he yelped helplessly into his gag. "I wish it was! I want this to stop!" Lovebird replied, even as her pupils and irises glazed over and took on the pulsating hue of her sclera. “But I can't stop!” Unable to control herself, she cried as she began to ride Sun Steel all over again, bouncing on him with as much force as she could make her surely exhausted body muster up. Sun Steel began to ache as he came once again. While her snatch was relatively slickened, he began to wonder what had happened for Lovebird to have come in contact with what he assumed was love poison. Was it the same stallion who tried to kill his marefriend, or was it somepony else's doing? Whoever did this was going to pay, he swore—just as soon as he could find a way out of his predicament. Lovebird's riding became even more feverish, somehow. Her hips were trying to be a blur of motion, but the movements were more sluggish than the crazed mare expected. Even so, her tail was swishing and swooshing every which-way it could as she tried to force a third climax for them both. Sun Steel tried to take his attention off of his seemingly poisoned lover, and looked towards the mannequin again. Now that he could do a double-take of the lifeless figure, he noticed it had a cutie mark. A patchy, stitched, but clearly visible cutie mark; a trio of stars emblazoned on a cloud with a lightning bolt coming out of it. "Fwif Fowf?!" Sun Steel yelped, his heart once more starting its sojourn up his throat as he realized he could recognize the mannequin. That, of all things, made Lovebird slow her hips. She turned to the mannequin, clarity briefly returning to her eyes and sorrow seizing the helm. "Yes, Swift Bolt… he had such a promising career as a star athlete…" she muttered wistfully, almost mournfully. More tears poured from her eyes, and for a moment, her expression crumpled. "I wish… I wish I hadn't met any of the stallions I was with… I wish it hadn't come to this..." She hiccuped and whimpered as the third forced climax rocked her body, and amazingly enough, she lifted herself off of Sun Steel and put her hind hooves to the floor when it passed. "But I was poisoned… and the stallion who did it made me chug the whole bottle, without sparing a drop for anypony else, turning me into this… this…" She wrenched off her glasses, and looked at Sun Steel somberly. "...This sex-crazed maniac! …He told me it wouldn't stop until I produced a foal..." Sun Steel's heart sank further as he turned back to her. The crazy bastard who poisoned her wanted what out of her? "But he didn't know… I was already infertile," Lovebird continued, putting her glasses back on before turning to trot to a counter nearby. "Or maybe he did… and that's why he targeted me…" she began mournfully, unable to finish her sentence. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he could see something about the way her face tensed; she was reliving a life she regretted, whether or not she needed to. This mood covered her like a wistful raincloud, dousing whatever smouldering spark of joy she had left. Sun Steel's eyes followed Lovebird, and he began to thrash and scream into his gag as she procured two things: an elastrator and a few rubber bands on standby. She trotted over, fumbled with the rubber band until she had stretched it over all four prongs, and stretched it wide over the head of Sun Steel's member and lowered it to the base. With a flick of her hooves, and a deft snap, the hooks let go of the rubber band, anchoring it firmly and painfully to the shaft. She raised the device, went to procure another rubber band, and returned to repeat the process, putting the second band just a little bit above the first one, with the tiniest of gaps visible between them. She waited a few moments, as the member darkened in color with its circulation cut off. That done, she trotted back to the counter, Sun Steel continuing to thrash and howl as she produced a knife from that same counter—a very sharp, very large, very bloody looking knife with older and fresher bloodstains that seemed as though it hadn't seen a sponge in weeks. Lovebird turned to him, still looking at him mournfully. She rose to her hind legs and took a step toward Sun Steel, but her empty hoof shot towards the one with the knife as the poison fought once more to regain control of her. "No… not again!" she yelled seemingly at nopony in particular, before the crazed giggling made its way out of her throat as the knife-holding hoof tried shoving the other hoof away. She looked at him, and her irises began to pulsate with the erratic mishmash of pinks and purples once more. Her free hoof fell slack against her side, and she approached him with purpose. Sun Steel kept thrashing in his binds, screaming as loud as he could into his gag as Lovebird moved to mount him once again. She slid his cock into her snatch once more, before angling the knife at his chest, right below the ribcage. Clarity returned to her eyes, if only briefly enough for her to mutter out a somber farewell. "I'm sorry, Sun Steel…" In the next instant, the love poison took over and the knife plunged into his flesh. Sun Steel's muffled screams rose in volume as pain flared in his nerves, the knife wreaking havoc as it carved a path downwards, cutting through muscle and skin alike. As soon as it completed its sojourn to the upper part of his groin, Lovebird pried it out and tossed it to the side, where it clattered against the mannequin and fell to the floor. Lovebird plunged her hooves into the gash and used her raw strength to tear it open, forcing lengths of intestines to spill out of the wound. Sun Steel kept thrashing, tears burning in his eyes as his struggles only worsened his agony. She grabbed a length of the spilled guts and began kissing it passionately, smearing her face in its blood and giggling the entire time. Her victim howled at each and every touch of his internal organs, the pain building exponentially upon itself with each new fondling. Blood spilled across the floor, across her victim, and across her hooves as she played with his insides. All the while, she continued to bounce upon his cock, pistoning her hips as she smooched and licked at the viscera in her forelegs. Sun Steel was still fighting, but as pain overwhelmed him, his strength began leaving him. The secured latex still held strong, refusing to let him go. His struggles grew weaker and weaker, and the tears sprung forth from his eyes with no more fanfare than his screams turning into gargling whines and chokes as blood began to seep into his gag. Sun Steel's vision began blurring, but not before he saw Lovebird starting to rub one off using his own intestines, while still bouncing on his cock. His head lolled to the side, as enough strength had left him that he didn't have the energy to hold it up anymore. Lovebird ripped off his gag, and used a hoof to hold his head up before leaning over to kiss his lips as he faded away. He did not return the gesture, his eyes glazing over as death claimed him. She giggled as their lips parted, his mouth remaining open and dribbling blood that smeared itself on his dry tongue. She moaned as he came one last time, the sputters weak and numb thanks to the rubber bands, and she slid off once he emptied the last of himself into her, before sliding the intestines between her legs to finish rubbing one out. “I told you you would find release after round two,” she laughed. She squealed at the smoothness of the organ, jerking the length of it back and forth faster and faster as she rode it as though she were grinding upon a normal cock. She moved herself over his mouth, and howled upon climaxing once again, pulling away the intestines to let her juices flow into his open maw. As soon as she came down from her high, she hopped off her latest victim and disentangled her hooves from his guts, letting them flop to the floor as she eyed the knife again. She trotted to where it was discarded, and picked it up before returning to her most recent catch. She angled the knife at the base of his cock, right between the rubber bands, and used her other hoof to hold it up by the tip before she began to hack through the meat. While sharp, the knife was slightly warped and bent, so cutting off the dick took a bit more effort, especially if she wanted to keep it in good shape. She kept slashing, and in moments, her catch was free, flopping about uselessly in her hoof like a wet noodle. No blood spilled out from it, if only thanks to the rubber bands. ," Lovebird thought with demented glee. She threw the knife to the floor again and trotted to the cabinets, opening them up to reveal silicone and resin casting tools. She took out a casting core, and put it and the severed cock on the counter before digging around for cups and release agent, followed by white silicone mix and glitter, and finally a pressure chamber lined with runes and odd, glimmering crystals as well as a compressor of similar make. She put the cock in the core, and while it was a bit smaller than expected, it still fit in just fine. She took it out and began to mix her silicone, giggling the whole time. It took her a few moments to complete her gruesome work, but when the silicone was mixed up, she set about making another new dildo for her collection, starting with putting the severed cock back into the casting core before filling the gaps all nice and tidy. There was a bit of overflow, but oh well; that just covered up the severing point neatly. Then she put it in the pressure chamber, closed the lid and sealed it tight, and hooked it to the compressor before letting loose. The noise was deafening, but down here, nopony minded—after all, there were no rules if one couldn't have a little fun in their basement cubicles. Lovebird turned to the wall next to the door and trotted to it, giggling as she sat down on her rump to jam a hoof between her hinds to feel if the spunk from Sun Steel’s final deposit was still fluid. It was, but it was congealing fast. She pried it out and turned to the wall again, finding a small cluster of four tally marks, made in dried cum and blood from earlier unfortunate lovers. She scored across them with another smattering to make it a cluster of five, and smiled with glee as she stood up to back away from the wall between the corner and the door. Tallies of five filled it from end to end, and she cackled even as she felt the last remnants of her former personality become subsumed by the love poison. She moved to scribble a heart on her chest, and sat there clapping her forehooves and howling maniacally as she became something worse than equine, psychologically speaking. She did not care anymore. She did not have the capacity to. She had a new life to live, for regrets were a thing of the past.