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A chill deeper than any frigid night ran through the poor filly's body as she turned another street and found herself every bit as lost as she had been before. This was the last direction she could think to try.The past couple of hours of steadily creeping fear and uncertainty had thoroughly obliterated her memory of how she got all the way out here. Everyone always said wandering off the way she did would get her in trouble, she thought, backing against the bricks of an old motel. She promised herself she'd take them more seriously when she got back home. But for now, it... looked like the only thing she could do was stay put for the night and hope someone friendly picked her up and brought her home when the sun rose again. This cold, frightened little filly had never felt so alone in any of the six years she'd been alive.

It was unfortunate, then, that the first eye she caught was a griffon stud’s as he prowled the streets after a night of hard, heavy drinking. She asked if he had a phone, told him she was lost, and in that moment, sealed her fate.

He dragged her into the nearest alleyway, his hunter's physique far in excess of what the filly could budge, and set about defiling her to his heart's content amongst the filth and grime. Her trembling, innocent voice rose to a whimpering squeak as the virile predator raped her repeatedly, lavishing himself upon his soft, quivering prey until she could hardly move under her own power. Yet it was not enough to slake his thirst. He relished in her suffering further still, growled his intention to murder her over and over again, delighting in her desperate pleas and whimpering as he continued to visit his most carnal fantasies upon her, until he finally let his bloodlust break free like blissful, orgasmic release, taking her by the head and stealing her pretty amethyst eye with a single, merciless thrust.
The Hunter's eyes narrowed, a look of sadistic glee blossoming over his face as he listened to her screams of torment for a moment, felt the viscous, warm humors of her eye gush freely over his throbbing cock, and then the faint, delicious crunch of underdeveloped bone giving way, opening the filly's brain cavity through the remains of her socket. He listened and taunted her till she screamed no more, reduced to a quivering, shattered mess; only then did he begin to fuck that quivering, convulsing wound in earnest, drawing closer and closer to the heavy knot of grey matter that was the little filly in every conceivable way.

It was not long before he slipped into the throes of blissful, murderous orgasm. Even with the Hunter's stamina, the intensity of her murder was all too perfect. The thick, hot grey matter wrapped snugly around his cock. That incredible warmth, that perfect squishiness, almost like a wide, fertile set of hips gripping his bare shaft. The way the warmth and energy of orgasm enveloped him, that flood of rushing cum rapidly ballooning out and forcing hemorrhage after hemorrhage after hemorrhage...