"All sorts of fucked up" (Hard vore Ponepocalypse)

Warning, gory Ponepocalypse, hard vore, amputation, and self/cannibalism.

>"Oh yes, one arm and a leg... Please, quickly."
>You grunt feverishly as the hacksaw grinds into the flesh of your upper arm, naked form sprawled out before them.
>It quickly draws blood as the numb, tingling sensation takes hold of your form.
>The poison leaves you helplessly limp on the bed as the thick sounds of tearing flesh fill the room.
>The mint aura surrounding the hacksaw increases in intensity as she fights to hold it firmly against you.
>It does everything in the world to numb you to the pain but nothing to diminish the nausea at the sight of your arm being hacked off.
>You can only manage to rip your head to the left, lolling off to the side, away from the grotesque scene.
>"You said you wanted him alive, you really should put a tourniquet on. I don't think he'll last." Replied Twilight.
>Lyra stops and you crane your eyes over to watch her blood speckled face glance over to a box of less than sterile equipment.
>She removes lengths of thin rope and skillfully fastens them around each one of your limbs, close to the joint.
>They would probably hurt, tight as they were, if not for the drugs.
>The veins in your left arm pulse with your heartbeat as the saw continues its terrible work, reaching bone.
>It sends a horrible vibration straight up your arm and into your torso, evoking feelings of dread like nothing you've ever experienced.
>With a wet snap, your arm plops off, suspended by a lose bit of flesh that remains, Lyra uses some unseen tool to cut the rest of the joining material away.
>"You wanted... An arm and a leg, right?"
>"Yes, I need a little human, the first taste you gave me was wonderful."
>You can make out unease in Twilight's voice. Lyra sounds nearly content with her gruesome human butchery.
>Twilight inches closer to your face as she shifts to get a look at your left leg. Lyra moves around as well, tightening another tourniquet around your upper thigh.
>She whispers quietly "Sorry anon. I need this... There's no other way."
>Lyra catches wind, before scoffing.
>"He's fine, can't feel a thing. I've tested it myself! Takes hours to wear off."
>"Why did you put one around his arm...?"
>She brings a length of rags to your torn limb and wraps them thickly with her magic.
>"We can't just have him up and hobble away, now can we? And I need a little, too."
>"I guess not but what're you going to do with him?"
>"I won't kill him. Don't worry your pretty little purple mane. Not this one, I like him."
>"I'll need anymore, if you can get them." Lyra followed up.
>"Sorry I just need some air... This is a little too much for me. I really need it. But-"
>"It's alright, first time's always like this, I can show you how! Maybe later?"
>"S-Sure-" The purple unicorn stammers and steps out of the unseen door.
>You are left to stare wide eyed as the unicorn's glowing gaze meets your own.
>"It'll be fun, you and me. I'll help feed you."
>You grunt back, sniffling as tears roll down your face, nothing moves.
>"Don't cry, little guy, you get to live. That's a lot more than most others get."
>"Your leg for twilight. Then I can get mine, off you. She's on a tight schedule; this needs to be fast."
>The hacksaw digs in nearly immediately.
>Wet tearing sounds fill the room for the next minute as the clock beyond your face, on the wall, ticks by.
>The trembling that reverberates throughout your entire form in ways most unpleasant resumes, living bone being crushed and ground by dull blade.
>As she reaches the end another snap resounds and she finishes through the flesh with her hacksaw alone.
>Magical aura surrounds the mangled leg as it is lifted from the blood drenched sheets.
>Never in your life have you imagined you could lose such an amount of blood and, yet, live.
>Then again, the amount bled always resembled several times its volume. At lest from the perspective of the person doing the bleeding.
>"Twi! It's done. The stuff in the bones is a lot tastier than it looks--"
>The door creaks shut.
>The clock ticks by your remaining appendages' partnership with your body as their conversation dulls down.
>On the stroke of the third minute the door swings open and two pairs of hooves are heard entering.
>Lyra pops into view of your limp head, smiling brightly, little pocks of your own blood on her fur.
>"Okay, little guy, just two bits left. But Twi, here, said she'd help me with the extra bit."
>"I'm betting you're not gonna be too quiet-like after waking up tomorrow." You look around frantically, dreading her next move over your immobile body.
>"We need your voice. Any last words? Anything you like..."
>You grunt once more, attempting to formulate a single word from your unfeeling throat.
>"Nothing? Psshh. Such a waste. Okay Twi, hit it."
>The unicorn peers into your field of view as a purple glow overtakes your throat.
>A burning feeling pricks itself into your lower throat and begins to deepen. As it grows you wince, perceiving real, physical, pain.
>Your throat is being burned, seared, a red hot spike thrust down your throat in the form of the unicorn's purple glow.
>Your breathing increases in pace as you begin to hyperventilate, losing yourself to the immense pain.
>It winds down in seconds, leaving you to gasp in shock.
>You throw Twilight a bitter glare as she turns away from you to face Lyra.
>"Okay, he's done. I removed it. Should be perfectly silent from now on."
>"Thanks, Twilight, I've been wanting to get my hooves on some for a while. If you can keep this up, I'll do all the work for you."
>"Okay. But... Next time-- I'd rather not watch."
>"Whatever floats your boat. I like to watch what they do..."
>Your arm is pale, now. The rest of you, too. That tourniquet has been crushing circulation for quite some time.
>"I bagged them on the table for you."
>"Thanks, again!"
>"No problem, it's my pleasure."
>The hacksaw is pressed, in it's glowing aura, to your remaining arm.
>The door is pulled shut as Twilight exits, with a wooden clonk.
>She finally wraps more rags around the bleeding stump that is your leg.
>It's not really bleeding anymore, it stopped a while ago.
>As the saw digs into your remaining arm you are forced to watch, having no means to reorient your head.
>You watch as the skin is broken, blood pours out, fat under the surface wells up in small droplets, and it tears into the muscle beneath.
>The many muscles in your upper arm are severed as the saw bears down, repeating a back and forth motion, shaking your limp arm.
>As it reaches the bone, you are subjected to the dreaded oscillation that is the motion of the saw, at the core of your arm.
>The device slips as you see the screw in the side break, the blade slipping out.
>Lyra scruches in a frustrated manner at the sight of the broken tool and moves to look back through the bucket of tools for something of use.
>She reveals a metal mallet and a metal wedge.
>She places the wedge inside the wound before bringing the hammer down on top, breaking what remains of the bone in a firm tap.
>"Wow, this is so much easier!"
>She levitates a knife from a nearby table and finishes up on the stray connecting tissue.
>She bandages this one, immediately, this time. Holy fuck. You're not sure if you can take the last one.
>You're severely nauseous, consciousness flickers in and out as you mentally hold yourself together.
>Your eyes slowly close as you fall deep into sleep, Lyra shuffling equipment to your last leg.
>...


>"Wake up."
>"Wake up, little human."
>A warm but hard, circular object, presses gently to your chest, shaking you.
>Before you had even fully awoken, memories of the night surfaced.
>You shoot awake, taking a deep breath and contort your spine at the sound of the voice.
>Pain in your limb ends, surfaces, throat burning.
>The unicorn is nearly on top of you, the bed clean and devoid of the dried blood pool from the night before.
>You're somewhere else. Her bedroom.
>You attempt to speak but exhale only an empty sigh, no words to follow.
>"I stitched up your stumps, last night, they'll look nice by the time they're healed up."
>You try to scream, no sound makes its way out, only a muted exhale on your fearful face.
>"I got you something to help."
>You look up as the mint mare offers your useless body a glass of water, straw bent toward your parched mouth.
>You take hold of it in your cracked lips and sip furiously, avoiding her golden gaze.
>The entire glass disappears and she shifts the tray, offering you a fork of food, magically.
>You take it out of desperation, having come so close to death, without nourishment you will, surely.
>It's beef. No something different.
>"I kept plenty of it, for you."
>Your chewing slows. Having no ability to wipe the morning shit out of your eyes, you blink rapidly to dispel it.
>"Shhh. Swallow."
>She places a hoof over your lips.
>She tips your head back.
>It slips down your painful throat.
>You swallow.
>She offers you another forkful.
>You, reluctantly, accept.
>...

>You eat the whole plate.
>Holy fuck. It's your own god damned flesh on it.
>You finished it all. Until full.
>The plate is set off to the side.
>She steps further up the bed, her belly hangs down over your face.
>You take notice of how... Plush she is. The mint unicorn is sporting quite the paunch.
>Lyra moves her head close to your ear, one hoof against the back plate of the bed, the other gently prodding your stomach.
>"See, I can help you churn that little meal back into your own body... Do you like it? Imagine if that was someone else in there..."
>"Imagine, others, humans like you, in me. I want you to imagine how many are inside of me."
>"Go ahead, touch them."
>Her magic guides your dried blood soaked, bandaged, stump arms to her stomach.
>You press into the soft fat of her stomach, gently, massaging the contents of her soft, fleshy exterior.
>"You're in me too, now. Just a bit. But don't think for a second I won't want the rest some day..."
>You rest your arms back down.
>Her belly's aforementioned passengers jiggle a little bit as she moves back, draws the sheets off you with magic, and lays her ass over your flaccid dick.
>"This. Is what I need you for. Don't forget it for a second. Any other of you would suit me just as well. Learn to love it."
>She begins to gyrate on top of your reduced form.
>You resist.
>Its near impossible to not comply with her movements as you go hard.
>She lifts up and presses back into you.
>You slip in and she begins to ride you.
>It's fast, holy fuck it's fast, droplets of sweat form over Lyra's coat as she works her way to orgasm in mere minutes.
>You resist and writhe uselessly the entire time, she just holds you down with her hooves alone.
>One last plop brings her to orgasm as she pulsates around you.
>It draws out your own as well.
>You finish inside of her as she hilts you, plump ass conforming to your body, slightly.
>It draws to a close and you spend the next minute of afterglow resting, still inside of her.
>She removes herself before sucking off the remaining seed and swallowing .
>"We still have that leg to finish. Dinner tonight. Then we move you on to... Others of your kind."
>"If Twi keeps pace, you might not need anything but-- ever again."
>"Never got your name... Oh well doesn't matter now, does it? See you for dinner, human."



Epilogue Dialogue:
>"This one wasn't like you at all. She had something more to her. Ran in the other direction, just so her little human friends could get away."
>"After I removed your first, I knew you had given up. You just wished for the end but I wanted to keep you."
>"I could see her fighting me, to stay awake, even. As I, Removed, her last arm."
>"Nothing to stop the bleeding, though. She didn't last long after the fact. You humans can lose so much blood. It fascinates me."
>"Eat up."
>...
>"This is your third. I've lost count of my own."
>"Make sure to finish all of her that I expect you to eat, I can help you along if you want, but you need all of her that I bring you."
>...
>"Sometimes I eat so many I need some belly rubs to help me along, y'know. Too bad I fixed you up entirely, I could've used your hands... Just motion for a little help when you need it, my hooves are at your service."
>"I really think... You're getting to know us ponies a bit better. See, we're not all that bad. Your kind just doesn't know it's place and you're one of the few put in a pony's position, human. Far to tasty to let run around a world all on your lonesome."
>...
>"We can take those bandages off, now."
>"Oh wow! They're a lot better off than I expected them to be. Pretty smooth, little scarring here and there but we can't expect perfection, right? Humans always heal less well than ponies."
>...
>"You're starting to get a little plush, yourself. You humans are always so fattening, even to each other. But I like that. You will, too."