This choice: The Filly Centipede(Gasp) • Go Back...Chapter #6The Filly Centipede(SERIOUSLY?) by: Godot   The poor unsuspecting things.
You decide that it'd be best just to get it out of the way now, and you pull out a small diagram that you've been working on. It shows three ponies in a line, sowed ass-to-mouth with the pony in front of it. You hold the diagram up to the three fillies, and while they don't understand at first, the picture starts to sink in, and they start to sweat.
"Now girls," You begin, "This isn't the first time I've done this procedure, but nevertheless it is a risky one for those unprepared. Some have died on the operating table, so to speak. But I have confidence in you girls."
Your words serve only to horrify them more, just as you planned. You reach into your bag, retrieving a small gas mask, that you then affix to yourself.
"I personally like playing a little game before we start. I'm sure you've guessed that the first position, at the front, is the best. So how about you fight for it." You turn the valve on the gas tank full of anesthetic, and the fumes begin to flood the room. "Whoever stays awake the longest gets to be in front."
Silver spoon begins to panic, a terrible mistake, because her frightened gasps cause her to take in more gas than either of the other two, quickly knocking her out.She'll have to be in the back for being such a cowardly fool. Diamond Tiara is still sobbing from her earlier cut. What a baby, you think. Her sobbing must have done her in, because she quickly passes out next. Which leaves only Twist. She only took modest breaths, and lasted much longer than the other two. You decide to congratulate her personally, before she passes out.
"Such a good girl," you say, approaching her. Your voice is muffled by the mask, and the deep sleep she's drifting into makes you sound so distant. You pull up your mask, just briefly, and plant a kiss on her forehead. "Such a good good girl."
She quickly fades away, leaving you to begin your work.
...Hours later...
Your work is finished, the operation a complete success. You had placed the darlings under a little blanket to rest while you prepared the next phase of the experiment. You hear a rustling, they must have woken up already. The thought of seeing them moving makes you giddy, and you can't resist walking over and pulling the blanket off.
"Good morning my darlings!" You say, cheerily.
The poor things. They haven't gotten used to walking, and they're stumbling just trying to stand up. The chains probably aren't making it any easier.
Twist was in the front, and seems to be unsteady, but still manages to stand. Her face is one of guilt over what she will inevitably have to do to the other two. Behind her, Diamond Tiara, whose face is twisted and red from crying. Poor baby, she'd been crying ever since she woke up between the two. Silver Spoon, at the end, seems to be completely unresponsive.
"Are we ready for the next step, honeys?"
Twist looks at you, knowing that the question was meant for her. She was the only one that could talk, anyway. She looks back to the other two. Diamond Tiara tries screaming, but her breath is wasted, and the muffled yell is as pitiful as she is now. Eventually she gives up and starts sobbing. Silver Spoon is completely silent.
Twist looks back to you, tears in her eyes. She nods.
"Goody!" You say, and fetch the next step. You place a tray in front of her, on which is a bowl of strawberry ice cream, topped with chocolate sauce and a cherry. Twist looks at the ice cream, then back at you.
"Wh-what do you want me to do with thith?"
"Oh silly, I just want you to eat it."
"But, but I'm lactothe intolerant..."
You smirk. That will make it even more fun, combined with the ground up laxatives you had already put in it.
"Eat."
"But, I-I"
"Eat."
She wouldn't dare argue with you. She leans down and starts eating, slurping down the ice cream like an animal, that's all she is now. She's finished in just a few minutes, and has completely licked the bowl clean. You pull the tray away from her, and wait.
In less than five minutes, you hear Twist's stomach grumbling. The laxatives must be working, either that or she's much more lactose intolerant than you thought.
"Ooooh..." She moans, "Oooh... Diamond Tiara... I'm tho thorry! I'm thorry! I don't wanna do it, but I can't thtop!"
Everything is going according to plan. She hasn't released yet, you guess, but it will be soon. Very soon.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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