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// A Punch in the Gut 
// Story: Moondancer's Spoiled Rich Reform Test Trial 
// by Nebbie 
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My eyes opened to the very dim light of the cell, and for a few moment, I thought I was home. My hooves were wrapped tight around a warm body, the sheets were just how I liked them, and I'd gotten excellent rest. Without thinking, I put my lips forward to wake my lover with the gentle kiss he loved, only to realize as our eyes went wide, that I was in bed with Lightning Dust, professional filly-touching stuntmare. I pulled back in a hurry, but I'd already done the deed.

"Well well well, somepony's awful friendly." said Lightning with a smirk.

I took my hooves out from around her and tried to come up with an excuse. "It was...merely a friendly wakeup kiss, nothing more. We give them to any pony we sleep with where I'm from."

She didn't buy it. "Right, I suppose you come from the Island of Cuddly Lesbians."

I huffed. "Fillydelphia, actually, and we are well-known as overly friendly." That much was partially true, I had friends in school that would get drunk and, if they remembered anything the next morning, wouldn't care how they had touched each other.

"Really, huh? Well, guess I'll kiss ya goodnite tonite, then." came a pompous reply. Lightning then then got out of bed overtop me while breaking her morning wind.

I knew I was trapped by this dirty mare, and simply nodded. Thankfully, breakfast, consisting of Prench toast, arrived before further verbal snares caught me. Once our bellies were full and our bladders were empty, Moondancer came by.

"Alright you two, it's time for the psychological examination. This time you'll be separated, and remember there are no wrong answers...and we'll know if you're lying to us." she said as she led us out.

"Pfft, they always say that." Lightning said to me, but I didn't listen. She sounded a little nervous. Soon enough, she was taken to a separate room by Moondancer's assistant.

The room Moondancer took me to was bare save for a sofa and an armchair. She got in the latter and gestured for me to get in the former. "Lay down on your back, please."

I complied, and relaxed in the very comfy cushions.

Moondancer got out a clipboard with a lot of sheets on it as she sat down. "This could take a while, and you need to be as comfortable as possible. If there's anything, and I mean anything you want short of harming me, just go for it. I won't judge, but once comfortable, I expect you to answer. Understand?"

I pondered just how far this went. "Hmmph, I suppose Lightning Dust has already started touching herself in her room, saying she needs it to be comfortable. Or perhaps she's atop your assistant, riding him."

Moondancer's expression remained stoic as ever, which really made me admire her fortitude. "I must clarify that me and my assistant are forbidden from sexual fraternization with test subjects unless we pre-schedule it as part of the program, but you are free to masturbate, and I can provide you with sex toys if desired."

I nearly opened my mouth in shock, but I took her resolve as a challenge, and kept a straight face. "Perhaps another time...so, what's the first question?"

"Could you describe your earliest memory?" asked Moondancer.



Telling my life story was easy, but I could tell, by slight changes to Moondancer's expression, she wasn't fond of me. I was quite glad when we moved on to the personality test and the brainwave hate. Then, however, it came to talk about my relationships, from friends to family to sexual ones. The latter two Moondancer made clear included what I did to my daughter, and thankfully she only asked basic questions about how I felt at every step of it. Finally, Moondancer told me the words I'd been waiting for all day. "Alright, we're finished. You can return to your cell for dinner."

I got up, my hooves wobbling due to too much sitting, and trotted awkwardly out. Moondancer simply sipped some tea as I looked back. Back in the cell, we'd gotten some simple vegetable soup, but Lightning Dust was nowhere to be seen. I began to wonder if she'd tried to, or even managed to, murder Moondancer's assistant. Eventually, however, she trotted in with a disappointed look. "Ugh" was all she got out before her face collapsed into the soup.

"Hmmph, they believe your lies, oh wise master?" I asked sarcastically.

She lifted up her face as she slurped at the soup. "Okay, they're better than I thought...can you just leave me alone while I eat this lukewarm junk you probably peed in?"

"I did no such thing, but very well." I replied as I laid back and got into a good book.

A lot of sloppy slurping later, a belch told me it was time to try to, metaphorically, insert my snout below her tail and pucker up. I turned to face her and put the book down on the shelf, splayed open where I left off. "Was it hard having two brothers?" I asked, hoping that, with her having told her life story already today, she'd enjoy retelling it to me.

I knew I said it right when she started with a chuckle. "Heh, not for me. I can see how some...other ponies might crumple, but I stood firm. I was the middle foal, sandwiched with 2 year gaps between my older bro and the twins. Older bro's called High Note, he's a singer, and boy he never shut up with his whiny little voice. Younger bro's a little pushover called Clean Bowl, I think he's a food critic now, and his twin's my little sis, Bedside Smooch. She's training to become a nurse now."

"Hmm, I suppose that explains your nicknames for them. You miss being the top dog?" I said, to stroke her ego.

"Oh yes. High Note sat on me when we were young, but eventually, I was as big as him. One day when I was 11, he tried to sit on me and I gave him two black eyes in front of the twins, and he never tried it again. They all knew from then on who got first dibs at mealtime, or to practice kissin' with Smooch. You know, there's nothing like the feeling of having eaten all the beans, and then making your siblings eat the scraps...including the gas from the beans the next day!" she finished her monologue with a chuckle.

Try as I might, I couldn't ignore every disgusting thing she said. "You made out with your younger sister?" I asked.

She gave me a glare. "Hey, I did share a bed with her, so according to your rules, I can put my tongue in her mouth, can't I?"

I managed to hide most of my disgust from showing on my face, as I realized she was likely to try it on me soon. "I...guess. Well, perhaps we should change topic..." I had to think fast, about something that would divert her away from treating me like her siblings. I figured that an appeal to monogamy would do it. "Do you still love that filly you dated?"

She sighed. "Yeah..."

For a moment, with her silence, I pondered my situation. I should rightfully be treating this mare like a pile of scum, but here I am trying to get in her good graces because I'm stuck with her. It finally hit me: For what I did, I deserved to be with scum of a similar variety. I took a moment to recompose myself before continuing. "How did you meet her?" 

She sat down on the bed next to me. "Well, she stopped by after a show with some sob story about abusive parents and how she could fly unlike any other filly in town. I figured she was lying, but she had guts, and that's all you really need to be a stunt pony. She nearly upstaged me first show, and I was instantly in love. Of course, she didn't even know what love was and it was kinda awkward teaching her everything, but it was refreshing for once to not meet a mare who thinks dim candles and fancy dresses are the language of love."

That gave me another angle. "I suppose if I brought you on my style of date, a fancy ball and wine and a moonlit night, you'd throw up?" I said with a grin.

Lightning chuckled. "Hehe, right into your mouth, I would. Anyways, a few months later, she loved me too. Then it happened..."

"How come you ended up here if it was an accident?" I asked, hoping to stroke her ego a bit as she'd say she was falsely imprisoned.

"Well, they were willing to chalk up Rolling Thunder's death as a risk of the job. Her final words were that it was an awesome way to die, even if they were muffled by the manticore's belly. The filly's death they said 'reeked of negligence' and they really investigated everything...soon they found out she was a runaway, and apparently some mares had been peeking in on me with her. I was a little rough and I was never one to take no for an answer. I swear on my mother, she always by the end had a good time and was glad I did it with her! Then they found..." she started to tear up.

The thought of being "rough" with a filly gave me chills. I regretted digging deep, as now I knew that Lightning was here for the same thing as me. I almost wanted to cry with her now.

She resumed, words punctuated by sobs "...matching diamond earrings, her size and mine, hidden away in the bottom of the filly's personal stuff. She was gonna propose to me! The...the bastards wanted to send me away for raping a pony that was gonna marry me!"

My mouth opened in shock. This filly must've been an absolute basket case. Then again, Filthy has always treated me as his personal slut, ever since the day my parents gave me away like some care basket, and I only stopped hating him when my daughter was born. Thinking about all this threw me well into depression, and I couldn't even bother to listen to whatever Lightning was murmuring on about.

Some time later, I realized we were both hugging silently. "Lightning..."

"Yeah, Spoiled?" she replied.

"I'm sorry about your lover. I think I understand now. You...you know why I'm here, right?" I asked.

I regretted it instantly, as she looked insulted. "Yeah, I heard you thought your daughter's sexy little butt would look better with a bottle of wine sticking out. You think you've been through what I have? Your daughter and husband are safe at home enjoying apple pie and dainty little juice boxes while my fiancee is in Tartarus being sucked off by monsters made of teeth!" She began to growl and rolled to sit atop me.

I began to shake slightly. "W-wait, maybe we can-" I begged.

She interrupted me with an intimidating voice and angry glare so intense it made me pee a little. "NO! I have had it with you listening to my sob stories and pretending like you get me so you can distract me from taking what I want! You're nothing but a spoiled bitch! Now I'm going to sit on your face, and you know what I expect of you! Understand?"

I gulped and nodded weakly while tears rolled down from my eyes. My true punishment was coming, and I had brought it all upon myself. For a moment I wondered if it might not be so bad, if Pegasus flatulence tasted of rainbows, but then I remembered that rainbows taste awful. At least the other hole couldn't possibly taste as bad. It was little solace, given I was about to be reduced to a common slut.

Within moments, she got up a little, turned around, and sat right down. Her aim was a little off, so I had to adjust slightly. She then punched me in the gut, presumably to ensure I needed to breathe soon after. I prepared to, literally this time, insert my snout below her tail and pucker up.