You squat over Twist, your rear directly over your head, and decide that a refreshing golden shower will be a great way to wake her up and introduce her to her new life of suffering.
The piss flows out of your snatch and right into her face, waking her up with a horrible wetness and a disgusting acidic stink. She sputters and coughs, but you keep the flow up, drenching her entire face and making her mane sag with the moisture.
Between the hacking and trying to spit up your nasty piss, she manages to ask, "W-why are you doing thith?"
"Shut up you piece of trash!" You say, striking her belly with your hoof. She whimpers in pain and becomes much quieter. "I can do whatever I want to stinking filth like you! I'll use you like a toilet and toy with your body to get off and you'll love it!"
Twist seems to be on the verge of tears. You lower your pussy down to her face, still dripping with urine and command, "Clean it!"
Her tongue starts lapping at your snatch. Then, without warning, she buries her face into your pussy and you get a little shiver of delight from her expert carpet-munching.
"My my, you little slut, you must have done this before. You eat out a lot of fillies?" You mock her. She blushes, because it's half true, she'd experimented with her friend Apple Bloom for a while, and gotten good with her tongue.
You lean down, and press your body up against hers, your frame dwarfing her tiny figure. Your hoof rubs up and down her little pussy, causing her to stop and gasp.
"Hey! I did't tell you to stop, did I slave?"
Twist quickly returns to work. From there, you start teasing her little virgin lips some more, smacking little kisses on it and licking here and there. She moans, but dares not stop eating you out.
You wrap your lips around her clit, which has become swollen with arousal, and start sucking mercilessly on it. That pushes her over the edge, and she comes like a bomb, splattering her juices all over your face.
"Mmm, you like that?" You say, looking back at her.
She nods weakly.
"Then how about this?" You say, and slam your hoof down into her cooch, bashing it repeatedly with all your might. She shrieks in pain, writhing back and forth. Finally, you stand up off of her to get a better look at your slave. She's gasping for air, her body wracked with pain and orgasmic ecstasy. And she looks pretty sticky, which wouldn't surprise you. But now that you've properly warmed up, it's time...
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