The Appointment

by gasmaskangel

First published 16th of August, 2013

Fluttershy calls in the services of Iron Will to help her deal with some of the unfortunate issues that came with new Fluttershy. Warning: This is pretty much pure clop, includes male on futa, bondage and weird mind buggery.

A request done for a reader who wishes to remain anonymous.

Fluttshershy has... issues. From birth she's had to cope with a disturbing mutation that she fears and loathes, and to make matters worse a terrible schism has struck her psyche. She contacts Iron Will to help her beat back all of these filthy urges, but can he cope with the massive ball of snakes that is Fluttershy's broken psyche?

Obligatory warnings: This story contains futa, male on futa, bondage, weird mindfuckery written by a drunk guy with no fucking idea what the hell he is doing and voyeurism. So don't read if any of those things are anathema to you.

Many thanks and apologies to Treelance12 for help with the editing.

Chapter 1

It was yet another lovely day in Ponyville. They’d had quite a nice string of them recently, though a rainstorm was scheduled from monday through wednesday. It was the sort of day where the air was warm and pleasant, the bees buzzed happily about their task, and in general you wanted to be out an about enjoying the fresh air and sunshine.

It was also at that particularly pleasant temperature that rapidly sapped all urgency from your movements, and so the market place was actually quite congested with ponies chatting, browsing the vendor’s wares and in general enjoying a nice leisurely day where nopony particularly cared to be on time for anything.

One soft yellow pegasus though was moving quite fast though, Fluttershy ducked and weaved through the market, a constant slightly panicked refrain of “excuse me! pardon me!” on her lips and while it was shouting for her, to everypony else it was a normal speaking voice, and thus most of the ponies in her way wound up getting no warning before she shoved past them and nicely as possible.

She was late.

Well, she wasn’t late quite yet, hypothetically she could make it to the small cafe on the other side of town quite quickly if she only used her wings, however that wasn’t allowed, and while Fluttershy badly wanted to be on time, she couldn’t break the rules, not on this.

Truth was, Fluttershy rarely broke the rules on anything unless it was related to the health of some innocent creature or another. Once she had birdnapped Princess Celestia’s pet phoenix because she’d thought it was sick, and on one other occasion she had heaved a half brick through the window of a vacationing pony’s window to check on their pet cat, make sure it had enough food and wasn’t feeling lonely. She’d left a bag of money and a very polite apology note, but still had been assured by Berry Punch that she was one of the reasons why the mare drank. Granted Berry said that about everypony, but Fluttershy had felt just awful about her window for a month and a half afterwards.

The rose maned mare ducked under a large hay wagon that was blocking her exit and darted out into the street. If she could curse without blushing she would have cursed the fact that she was going to be late again, but sadly Fluttershy was one of those poor souls who automatically found herself saying “darn it” when events went pear shaped.

She rounded the corner and saw her goal, a pleasant open air cafe, which was the only real restaurant in Ponyville and bolted. She was so close.

Barely a block away the clocktower gave out the first silvery bell toll as it struck noon “oh no oh no oh no” she chanted, hoping perhaps to persuade time to slow down for her, just this once and let her reach her destination.

Of course the universe runs on spite, so not only was she only at the curb when the last chime sounded and she was officially late for her appointment, several quantum equations conspired to move a rock directly into her path to trip her and send her sprawling plot over teakettle onto the soft grass and dirt as everypony who had been enjoying a quiet meal looked up from their daisy sandwiches and hay shakes to stare at the clumsy little pony (slut) her mind provided with the reliable clockwork of both embarrassment and self loathing.

Iron Will was going to be furious with her.

From his seat Iron Will raised an eyebrow at the light yellow pegasus. It was always something like this. He supposed that they could just meet at her house, since thats where these sessions always ended up, but the only time he had brought up the subject Fluttershy had stomped down on it quite clearly. He supposed it was part of her whole punishment obsession. He tried to smile disarmingly at her, and gave a magnanimous gesture towards the seat opposite him.

Fluttershy flinched, and the assorted ponies that were staring at the impromptu street theater began murmuring amongst themselves.

As the shy pegasus took her seat, Iron Will cast a steely glare their way and for the most part they collectively became very, very interested in their entrees, menus or table settings if they had neither menu nor food yet.

Iron Will turned his gaze back to the quivering Fluttershy, she looked distraught, and was trying to hide behind her long pink mane, a habit that the minotaur personally found profoundly irritating.

The waiter came by and refilled Iron Will’s tea cup, and asked Fluttershy if she would like anything, to which she responded with a soft, almost inaudible “No thank you.”

“I beg your pardon?” said the waiter, a slightly strained look on his face. Fluttershy’s face reddened and she tried to hide deeper in her mane “N.. no thank you.” Iron Will sighed.

“The lady doesn’t want anything!” Iron Will snapped.

The waiter eyed him for a moment in sullen, waiterly contempt, then left to service a more civil table.

Iron Will took a deep breath and considered the pony before him. He wasn’t one to judge anybody for their predilections, gods knew he had no right to, but this one was always a bit unsettling to work with. You wouldn’t think that from looking at her, if you looked at her you’d think she was the most harmless creature to ever live, but there was a core of solid steel in her.

That wasn’t what worried him though, what worried him was how terrified she seemed to be of it.

The minotaur put on his friendly salesman smile and said “So what can Iron Will do for you today?” His voice was deep, boisterous and rough, it filled all available space around him, and badly startled several ponies who had been enjoying the silence.

Normally Fluttershy was recalcitrant and coy about it all, but this time she practically leapt at him her standing up straight on her chair resting her forehooves on the table, she was nearly in tears.

“Oh Iron Will” she sobbed out “I... I... really need this session! I’ve been having those nasty, dirty...” her voice trailed off as she became intensely aware that she now had the attention of the entire cafe, and several ponies who were just wandering by on the street. She blushed and let out a small strangled squeal, went limp and promptly fell over sideways onto the grass, and expression of embarrassed terror on her face.

“DOES IRON WILL COME OVER AND LISTEN IN ON YOUR CONVERSATIONS?!” the minotaur roared at the gawkers, most of which suddenly remembered important appointments. He began to think it was time for him and Fluttershy to take this somewhere more private.

Sighing, he reached down and gently helped the pegasus to her hooves. The two were huddling face to face now, Fluttershy blocked from the view of the crowd by Iron Will’s broad blue back.

“Now” he said “slowly, and carefully tell Iron Will why this session is such an emergency.”

Fluttershy gulped and closed her eyes, not wanting to see the disgust in Iron Will’s eyes at her confession. “I had... I’ve been having dirty thoughts again.”

That didn’t have the reaction she was expecting, and she opened an eye.

Iron Will realized she was expecting an answer and took a moment to get into character, which fortunately Fluttershy took for a scowl of disapproval.

Encouraged, she continued “and I’ve been touching myself again, I just...” she bit her lip “I just couldn’t help it. Please Iron Will, I really need your help, I need to be disciplined.”

“Well...” he began “you’ve certainly been a naughty little... excuse Iron Will for a moment.” He glared over his shoulder, several ponies, including the increasingly annoyed waiter were watching the exchange with fascination. They all endeavored too look like the conversation was the last thing on their minds. He wondered how much they’d heard?

He returned his attention to Fluttershy and spoke softly, barely audible by minotaur standards. “Where was Iron Will? Oh yeah... well you’ve certainly been a naughty little slut haven’t you?”

Fluttershy turned her head away from him at the word “slut” and blushed furiously “yes Iron Will” she whispered “I’ve been... been so lewd. I really need to be punished.”

Iron Will nodded, letting a bit of contempt show in his eyes. “And on top of that slut, you were late for the appointment. Are you under the impression that Iron Will’s time is not as valuable as your own? Probably you were distracted staring impudently at pony rumps.”

There it was for both of them, the moment when they became locked in the scenario until it fully played its course. Iron Will’s blood was up and now his mind burned with appropriate punishments for her tardiness.

Fluttershy quivered, beneath the magic tape that kept her intimates intimate she felt that horrible, prickling sinful warmth that meant she was a bad pony who needed to be punished.

“Listen up slut” said Iron Will, clicking his teeth together inches from her ear to get a shocked squeak out of her. “Go into the restroom. Lock the door, and while Iron Will finishes his tea, think about your sins. If you touch yourself, it will go quite badly for you. Iron Will will knock the barber surgeons knock, and then you will repay him for the time you wasted whoring around Ponyville instead of getting here in a timely fashion.”

Fluttershy gulped and nodded. “Yes Iron Will” her voice came out small and meek, and she rushed away into the restaurant proper.

Iron Will decided to take his time with the tea, give the pony time to stew.

In the bathroom Fluttershy paced nervously. It was a single stall, actually quite spacious and pleasant by the standards of restaurant bathrooms.

What would Iron Will do to her in here? Make her walk home exposed and dripping with her backside spanked red? Leave her tied up and blindfolded for anypony to use?

She paced back and forth lost in fearful thought for nearly an hour before the knock came (shave and a hair-cut, no legs).

Almost as soon as she undid the deadbolt, the door flew open, bowling her over as Iron Will strode in, shut and locked the door.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” he asked behind a cold, hard stare.

Fluttershy’s voice ran from her, she gulped and nodded her head.

Iron Will let an evil grin pass his face. This would be simple, and as much as Fluttershy worried him, she also excited him more than any other of his “special” clients.

He reached out and siezed a handful of her soft, silky pink mane and dragged her roughly towards him, Fluttershy’s gaze fixed upon his groin.

Concealed in the thick blue black fur she could just see the sheeth from which his cock was slowly emerging as blood pumped into it, and his enormous testicles.

“You punishment is simple, waste my time, drink my...” he sought for an appropriate word “vine.” He finished lamely.

Fluttershy didn’t notice. A small, hated part of her felt disappointed.

The flared head, and a few inches of shaft were visible now, mottled black and blue. This close the smell of it hit her like a freight train, all mush and masculinity. It was the smell of authority.

Fluttershy closed her eyes, leaned forward and gave the flat head a long, loving lick, swirling her tounge around the urethra. Iron Will grunted satisfaction, and added, almost as an afterthought “make a sound, and your ass I’ll pound.”

He was growing hard now, though still nowhere near his full length. The shy pony lavished the shaft with encouraging licks and the occasional suck at the warm flesh. She moved up to the head and lapped up the small bead of precum and tried to ignore the rising feeling of numb warmth in her loins.

She decided to concentrate on the sensitive head, hoping to get this over with before her demons overwhelmed her and she let the filthy pleasure make her do things to relieve the tension.

As she lick, sucked and kissed at it, she raised her hooves up to massage the shaft with her hooves, but Iron Will slapped them away, she looked up into eyes filled with contempt for her weakness. “Only your mouth slut.”

Finally, after an agonizing period of time during which the exciting masculine smell only filled her more and more Iron Will’s massive prick stood at its full length, a massive manly monolith to punishment and domination. Fluttershy moved up and down it, feeling tears of humiliation and shame come to her eyes. This is what whores deserved, to be broken and hurt and shamed. To be a thing, not a pony. Ponies didn’t touch themselves or think about sex all the time, they didn’t lust to be owned and penetrated. Ponies were pure and good, not wretched, broken needy things.

Iron Will, oblivious to these thoughts seized her roughly by the mane and crouched down so his erection stuck out in front of of him like a spear. Fluttershy dutifully opened her mouth like a good little whore and felt the tears start to flow as the flared head and first few inches thrust into her mouth.

No discipline, that was the problem. Daddy had said that her mother was the same way, a wanton needy whore who didn’t deserve the pleasure she craved, only fit to be a hole for more pure and decent ponies to use.

A hoof went back in between her legs and massaged the featureless spot concealed by the magical tape.

Iron Will sneered “Touching yourself already? You need to focus on pleasing others first.”

So saying the minotaur thrust forward, forcing fully half of his massive shaft into Fluttershy’s throat unexpectedly, he held the position for a few moments as the pegasus struggled, but maintained his grip on her mane.

He pulled almost all the way back and she gasped and coughed as the the prick left her mouth, trailing mucus and now freely flowing precum behind it. She’d just broken the rules, the thought horrified Fluttershy.

She couldn’t even keep silent when she should have, truly she was an awful, terrible little slut.

Knowing what to expect, even if wretched, hateful thoughts ran through her mind as she did so, she relaxed her throat as much as she could, and squeezed her eyes shut if only so she wouldn’t have to look at her sin.

Iron Will thrust forward again, this time three quarters of his cock pushed into Fluttershy’s throat, and just as swiftly he pulled out. He knew that while Fluttershy could take his cock, when her emotions were up she had trouble with the circular breathing.

And so with long, slow, strokes he began to fuck her throat, barely moving his own hips, instead using Fluttershy’s hair as a handhold to move the pony back and forth across his length.

Slowly Fluttershy collected herself to settle into the rhythm and began breathing through her nose around the thick shaft in her throat, even as her tortured heart screamed out all of her filthly, whorish sins.

Iron Will smiled on the inside. This was the stuff. Domination, mastery of another, to know that they were at his mercy, thats what got his juices flowing. Getting paid was just a bonus, he would have fucked the meak pegasus’s face for free.

He increased his tempo, this time thrusting all the way inside her, and pulling almost all the way out before thrusting in again at an increased tempo.

Again and again fluttershy’s muzzle met his balls and the thick wiry fur that covered the minotaur’s lower body, and it was right, it was her rightful place to just be a little fuck hole, something to be used and discarded, a creature of no value. It was her purpose in the world, a doormat, a thing. Not something you loved, something you used and discarded as soon as it was too filthy and used up to be any good.

No pleasure for the slut, she didn’t deserve any.

There was an odd timeless moment, at least from Fluttershy’s perspective as the flared head pulled against her throat. In her proper place, like Daddy had put mother in.

Who was she fooling really? She was meant for this. A pegasus pony scared of heights, a wretched deformed mutant good only for others to satisfy themselves on, a rotten little slut, slave to her own desires. Selfish, stupid and slow.

If she could just stay here forever, chained in this room, well she wouldn’t be happy, but she wouldn’t need to be. She’d be fulfilling her purpose, a receptacle for real ponies to keep their unsavory urges in check.

She was pulled from her revery as Iron Will pulled his cock fully out of her, leaving her empty and worthless before him. His eyes were squeezed shut and he grunted, one fist still clutching her mane.

His cock jerked and a long ropey blast of his sticky cum caught her in the face, reflexively she closed her eyes as the fluid splattered against her. It was alright. She wasn’t good enough to cum inside.

When his orgasm ended and Iron Will opened his eyes, he looked down on the pegasus. The cum platted her mane against her head, hiding half of her face, in dribble from her muzzle and left white, pearly streaks across her back.

Her eyes were clenched shut and she visibly shook, tears flowing freely down her face. For a moment the minotaur worried that she’d gone over whatever precarious edge her psyche lived on, but only for a moment. He was still very much in character.

He reached over her and grabbed her tail, roughly yanking her plot around to face him.

“Make a sound” He brought his free hand back past his head and let it fly with a satisfying smack which elicited a short strangled squeak from Fluttershy before she clamped her forelegs over her cum drench muzzle “and your ass I’ll pound.”

Five more swift, sharp strikes followed this statement, leaving Fluttershy’s rump red and sore.

Iron Will got to his hooves, and nudged the crying pegasus onto her side. A part of him screamed that he should stop, that he’s pushed her over the edge, but he ignored that part of him. If he had gone too far she would have given the safe word.

“Clean yourself up.” his voice was icy cold, no salesman pitch, not boisterous shout, just a cold simple statement. “Iron Will will not be seen with a sloppy slut like you.” So saying, he turned and left to collect his wits and prepare for round two.

It was almost fifteen minutes before Fluttershy emerged and joined him back outside of the cafe, she looked clean enough, though her mane still stuck close to her face, and the two departed towards her cottage.

High above a sky blue rainbow maned pegasus watched them go. Rainbow Dash hunched low on her cloud, not wanting to be seen. There was something suspicious about this and she intended to find out what it was.

Darting from cloud to cloud, Rainbow Dash followed the pair, intent on unravelling the mystery of why her friend was hanging out with that minotaur that a few months ago had temporarily transformed, sweet, kindly Fluttershy into the terror of Ponyville.

As they walked in more or less companionable silence, mutually oblivious to the rainbow maned pegasus zipping from cloud to cloud above them, Fluttershy fretted.

It would be safe to safe that the yellow pegasus hated sex, or at least her own sex. Everypony else having sex was alright, but in her it was terrible, wretched sin. A monstrous wanton desire that corrupted and sickened every reasonable pony. Daddy had always said so.

Intellectually on some level she suspected it was all bollocks, that her old man had been a miserable, hateful bast... not very nice pony who loathed all mares for some unknown reason and had drunk himself into an early grave (well flown himself into the side of a mountain to an early grave) and that really there wasn’t anything that wrong with her, but there the intellectual awareness was always far away, and always got drowned in a sea of guilt and self loathing.

It wasn’t just that her desires, her lusts, her horrible slutty hunger was wrong, it was that she herself was inherently a sin against Equestria itself.

A dim, awful memory danced its jig across her mind, made large and awful in her minds eye. It was a few days after she’d been sent home from Flight Camp, one of the only failures in its storied history, and well, discovered herself in bed one night.

She must have made too much noise, because her father had stormed in, all snarling rage and the stink of whiskey in her memory with a thin switch. He’d thrashed her everywhere, especially focusing on her horrible wanton cunt (focusing rather suspiciously long on that organ her rational mind interjected) and then she had damned herself forever, and forced her father to use his hooves to correct her sin by orgasming in front of him, even as the thin, wicked reed had slapped again and again against her clit.

He’d left her bloody and bruised that night.

There was truly no natural hate in Fluttershy, but more than a year ago a terrible monstrous thing had given her hate, and part of it still lived in her. That part of her hated her father, and Fluttershy was convinced that New Fluttershy was still active deep down, frustrating her efforts to control the... the unholy urges from her unholy slut body just to spite somepony long dead and buried.

It was because of New Fluttershy that she’d even contacted Iron Will about this arrangement in the first place. She’d gone to one of his seminars, seeking to be less of a target to the world around her, and New Fluttershy had woken up from whatever crevice of her unconscious the cruel, wicked personality had been buried in.

She’d been a monster, had bullied and threatened, had mocked two of her dearest friends to tears and worst of all after she’d thought it was all over, after she’d thought she’d found a balance and told Iron Will that she would not pay for the seminar since she wasn’t satisfied, she’d had the dreams.

They were awful, sinful dreams. In them she did terrible, sinful things with her friends, left them drained and mewling for more as she became a more and more terrible whore. In particular she’d dreamed of Rainbow Dash, whipped and crying before her, begging to pleasure Fluttershy.

From there she’d gone into that awful shop in Canterlot, seeking perhaps to dream of anything other than her friends, the thought of taking pleasure from her friends was an awful one, and kept her from sleeping in every possible way, and bought a magazine.

It was called Pony Sluts, and it had lots of picture of both mares and stallions tied and trussed and used and years of guilt and self loathing told her that was what she was, that her dreams were awful sins and that her own pleasure was selfish and vile.

She had masturbated to the pictures in it every night for a week, not to her fellow sluts, but to the latex clad masters who beat, and fucked and belittled the sluts. She imagined herself ties up and thrashed, then fucked in her every wretched hole by a cruel mistress, then had thrown the magazine across the room and sobbed when the mistress turned into Rarity in her mind.

That was when she had seen the advert in the back of the magazine. Iron Will, master Dom: Do you need to be punished? Write me today!

And so her correspondence with the minotaur began. Just the letters at first, describing what a filthy, needy pony slut she was, a filthy, unholy thing to be used and beaten as he pleased, and Iron Will had responded, telling her precisely how he dealt with filthy pony sluts.

Three months later they’d had their first appointment.

Fluttershy had not slept that night, she’d been too sore and spent, and ached to cum. But not one of her friends had come to her mind that night, she’d only had thoughts of her own worthlessness, her own failure and horror at her own perverse lusts.

And now everything was going wrong. She’d been... she’d actually been looking forward to the appointment.

A dull weight of horror had settled in her gut, the appointments weren’t working anymore.

She’d taken steps though. She’d make it hurt again, beat back her lust with humiliation and pain/ She’d be clean again, a good pony who didn’t ever have dirty thoughts about anypony ever.

Finally the pair reached Fluttershy’s cottage. All of her animal friends knew not to be around when it was time for her appointments, even Angel bunny, who normally went where he pleased whenever he wanted stayed away. Things tended to get intense during the appointments.

Iron Will settled into the only chair suitable for a creature of his build and size while fluttershy went up to her room to fetch the assorted props for their little get together.

Eventually the yellow pegasus returned, and carefully laid out the items, several lengths of rope ranging in size and roughness from the sort of thing they used to moor ships to a fine, silk rope that would pull especially tight and bite painfully into her flesh, a wooden paddle with three holes in it, and a butt plug with a tapered, almost pointed tip that bulged into an obscene knot before flaring out into a large base. There was also a long, flexible plastic rod about the width of a feather’s stem that they had used a few times before.

She also placed a small pouch on the table, and carefully extracted its contents, something that glimmered. Iron Will walked over to take a look at the objects, three silver piercings, and a long, thin, sharp needle.

Fluttershy turned around and found herself staring right at the minotaur’s groin, and glanced up into his bull like face. Like many large people, he was capable of moving with unsettling stealth. He was arching an eyebrow at her.

“And what exactly are those for?” he growled out.

“P-piercings...” she stammered “for emergency measures only, of course.”

He continued to stare at her like she was insane, and Fluttershy squeaked and tried to hide behind her mane again. She obviously sickened him.

“In case I... in case I get too close and loose control...”

Iron Will felt his hand come up to his face almost of its own volition, and he rubbed at his temples.

“So Iron Will can assume then that you’re still committed to complete orgasm denial.” He sighed. “Iron Will has some... concerns about this.”

“Please...” she said “please I need this. I... I...”

Iron Will held up a hand. He’d done this dance before, but she had escalated it here.

It wasn’t that Iron Will had anything against orgasm denial as a fetish, but ordinarily when his work involved it the sub was really looking to get off hugely after being let down several times and suitably dominated.

“Very well.” He sounded a little defeated, and before Fluttershy could speak continued. “Iron Will supposes you want the usual treatment then? No orgasm, no lasting marks” he glanced darkly at the needle and piercings “that show anyways, and I suppose you want all the usual verbal abuse.”

Fluttershy nodded, later she would be disgusted at the enthusiasm in the gesture.

The minotaur snorted. “Very well, on one condition.”

Outside Rainbow Dash glared at the scene unfolding before her, and pressed her ear to the small round window, but the conversation was muddled. Fluttershy was obviously upset about something, and the minotaur was exasperated. Finally they came to an apparent agreement and Fluttershy walked over to the various items she’d laid out on the floor.

The next thing that happened made Rainbow Dash drop to the ground and bite at her hooves, her face going crimson.

Iron Will pulled up the chair and made himself comfortable.

“Present yourself slut!” he commanded.

Fluttershy walked over to him, her head down low, her gaze cast to the side, not willing to look up at her better. When she reached him, the pegasus turned around, bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut as she raised her tail up.

Iron Will reached out and roughly grabbed a handful of her squeezable flank, wliciting a startled gasp from fluttershy, followed by a short yelp as he released the handful of flesh and then brought his hand down hard in an open palmed smack. He repeated the process on her other flank, and then aimed a third slap, much harder than the others on the soft vulnerable area between her legs.

Fluttershy bit down so hard on her lip trying to stifle the scream of pain that she broke the skin. Tears were flowing freely, not tears of shame, those would come soon enough, but raw, horrible, delicious pain.

Iron Will kept his hand at the soft, featureless patch and began to rub, a slow, soft massage that worked its way from between her legs and up towards the base of her tail.

“Let’s see how you’re doing slut!” His voice was boisterous, almost cheerful. That was how it always started, and the fear and shame of imminent fed into the furnace of Fluttershy’s lust.

He seized the edge of the tape just below her tail and pulled it half way off in a single violent yank, the pain of it adding its sharp note to the symphony of feelings swirling through Fluttershy’s body.

Iron Will smiled and felt himself beginning to get hard again as he stared at the soft, delicate flower of Fluttershy’s pussy, already parted and drenched in its fluids, her over large clit sticking part way out of its hood, impudent and welcoming. He longed to just rip the tape all the way off and bury his snout in those silky folds, but he was being paid for more or less the opposite of that.

He reached out with both hands and spread her pussy open and took a sniff, getting close enough that he was certain she’d feel his breath against her.

Fluttershy shuddered and let out a small, terrified squeak at the hot breath against her dirty slutty hole. She’d been dripping wet all day, virtually from the moment she’d woken up. It was so shameful, she was such a dirty little whore, just like her mother.

“Wet already I see” Iron Will said, his voice dripping with contempt “such a weak” his hand shot forward and three fingers plunged into her “little pony.” She squealed.

Iron Will thrust his fingers in and out roughly, then with drew them. He reached over Fluttershy, careful to let his semi hard cock rub over her soft coat and thrust his fingers into her mouth.

“Iron Will cannot believe what a slut you are, look at how you’ve befouled his fingers!”

Fluttershy couldn’t help it, she was licking and sucking at the digits, a horrible, animal part of herself savoring the taste of her own pussy. She began to tear up again.

Iron Will withdrew his fingers. “What are you?”

Fluttershy shuddered. She hated the words that spilled out of her and lower her gaze to the floor.

“I’m a horrible little slut master, I’m an unworthy little whore who likes her own c...” the word caught in her throat “who likes the taste of her own c-c-cu...”

The slap hurled her to the floor, her cheek throbbed and her loins ached again pleaded the awful part of her mind, the part she’d fought down and denied all of her life please Celestia hit me again I’m a slut I’m the worst pony I deserve it and it make me feel like filth do it again and again and again and I’ll cum and he can do whatever he wants to me and-
The thoughts were cut off by the feeling of Iron Will’s hoof on her side, pressing down into a rib. “Say it you weak willed little slut” his voice was low, almost a purr.

“I like the taste of my own cunt.” she whispered.

“What was that?” Iron Will held a hand to his ear in a theatrical gesture of deafness “Iron Will couldn’t hear you.”

“I like the taste of my own cunt.”

“Louder”

“I l-like the”

“LOUDER”

“I LIKE THE TASTE OF MY OWN CUNT!”

The words echoed around the room and Fluttershy clamped her hooves over her horrible, treacherous mouth. From across the years her father snarled at his disgusting slut of a daughter.

“Iron Will is very disapointed in you.”

He bent down and yanked her hair out, forcing her to look in his face “what kind of pony likes to taste her own cunt?”

“A... a slut.” she choked out in a sob.

Iron Will dropped her roughly to the ground. “That’s right a SLUT!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “And sluts” his voice dropped down, became cold and menacing “get punished.”

He walked over to a small cupboard on the side of the room.

Rainbow Dash had finally worked up the nerve to look into the window again. She had seen one of her best friends getting fingered by a minotaur. She had almost busted in and started kicking Iron Will’s hairy rump when he’d squeezed and slapped Fluttershy’s flanks, but something about the scene had made her pause, and the slap to the crotch had sent sympathy pains shooting up from her own groin.

Then he’d pulled down the modesty tape which was the only thing most ponies ever wore out of a concern for public decency, and Rainbow Dash had looked right into her friend’s pussy.

Rainbow Dash had been around the block one or two times, and had experimented rather vigorously in flight camp with Gilda, so she understood the appeal of pussy, but she’d never seen one so... so ready before. At least not without a lot of vigorous stimulation before hand.

She’d heard the shouts too, and now her own loins were demanding attention. Fluttershy, kind, innocent (sexy) Fluttershy had just shouted to the world that she liked the taste of her own cunt.

Fluttershy actually knew the word “cunt.” It boggled the mind. It was like finding out that Princess Celestia was actually twelve giant super intelligent squirrels in a very elaborate costume.

Rainbow Dash knew she should leave. She knew that what consenting adults did behind closed doors was none of her business, it was a terrible betrayal of trust, and her conscience would cut her to ribbons for it later, but now as warmth grew in her groin it would be impossible for Rainbow Dash to leave.

She looked back in and saw him heading back to the sprawled Fluttershy with box in his hands.

Iron Will set the box of clothes pins down and grabbed Fluttershy by her tail. He yanked her to her hooves, though her front half still lay sprawled on the floor. He slapped each of her soft, sensitive flanks again and this time his gaze drifted to the small, puckered opening of her plot hole. Again he felt an urge to skip the formalities and just start assaulting the opening, but he had to wait till she was more herself for that.

He withdrew a single clothespin from the box and slowly drew it up the inside of her legs. Fluttershy’s sobs slowed and stopped at the teasing caress.

With agonizing slowness it drew slowly to her aching, whorish clit where it was drawn away before the cold metal of the spring could touch it. There was a terrible moment as she nearly lost control and begged to be touched again, then suddenly hot, wonderful pain as the clothespin pinched down on her button.

She moaned and whimpered, which earned her another hard slap on her rump.

“You disgust Iron Will” the minotaur grumbled, “obviously you want to be punished more or you wouldn’t be moaning like a whore for you punishment!”

“Well” he slapped her rump again, harder “we’ll just have to keep goind till we find something that will stop your slutty antics.”

Another clothespin made its slow, torturous way up her leg, this one was clamped onto her labia, and was soon followed by five more, each one adding a dull throb of pain that combined was almost equal to the ache of her clit.

“Iron Will can’t believe this!” the minotaur shouted in exasperation “you’re still leaking all over his hands! This lack of discipline is as shameless as it is disgusting!”

He got up and strode past, Fluttershy kept her rump in the air, knowing it would only get worse if she allowed her actions to dislodge even one of the clothespins.

Iron Will stopped by her head, and roughly seized a handful of her mane, wiping his fingers clean of her juices in the silky tresses.

He picked up the butt plug and the bottle of lube beside it and returned to Fluttershy’s quivering rump.

He decided to indulge himself first, he opened his mouth and took the thing as far in as he could get it, but he wasn’t quite able to unhinge his jaw enough to get past the knot, still he did enjoy the fake cock in his mouth, and he slurped and slobbered around it, pulling it out and tonguing the knot all the way to the base.

He leaned over fluttershy, grinding his erect cock between her ass cheeks, and letting a few drops of pre drip onto her, she reacted to each one as if it were an electric shock.

The minotaur pulled her mane again, forcing her head up, and he pressed the butt plug against her lips. Fluttershy whimpered, but opened her mouth and was able to take the thing to the base. She could taste Iron Will’s saliva on it, and the feeling made her feel so filthy she wanted to both cry and rub herself.

Iron Will let her suck the thing for awhile before roughly yanking it from her mouth and dropping her head back to the floor.

“We’ve got a champion cock scuking slut here!” he proclaimed “I bet” he began to smear the clear, sweet smelling lube onto the sex toy “that you’d love to just sit around and suck cock all day, I bet that’s your ambition in life, to just be a disgusting little fuck toy for everypony.”

A placed the now slimy tip against her back door “well” he said “let’s see just how much of a slut you are.”

So saying Iron Will thrust the sex toy forward hard and Fluttershy moaned as the first few inches stabbed into her. Iron Will’s hand came down on her sore cheeks again in punishment.

“Stupid sluts like it in the butt!” he shouted, and began to pull it out, before thrusting it back in, this time getting more of it into her, each thrust filling her up more like filthy, stupid sluts deserved.

Finally her anus let the knot in and the whole thing was sucked in to the base, Fluttershy stifled her moans with her hooves, delirious with horrified shame and the pleasure of being penetrated in the dirtiest possible way.

Iron Will nodded in approval. It had taken months to train the ponies asshole to the point that she could take the whole thing, but now Iron Will was considering bring a bigger one. It just didn’t hurt enough anymore, and that was an important part of these sessions. Well important to Fluttershy at least.

He slid two fingers into her dripping pussy again, withdrew them, and licked them clean, shuddering a bit at the bittersweet taste. Again he had to fight back the urge to just start licking her because stars and stones did he like the way she tasted.

A smile spread across his lips. Now was when things would really get fun.

“What a degenerate” he said, giving Fluttershy’s tender ass a friendly slap that still made her yelp.

“You really are piece of work, you know that pony?”

He gave a harder slap. “I said” slap “do” slap “you” slap “know” slap “that” a much, much harder slap, that made her gasp and cry out in shock and pain “pony?”

“Y-yes!” she cried out. “Yes, I’m... I’m a dirty slut” Iron Will cut her off with another slap to her buttocks.

“Louder” he said calmly.

“I’M A DIRTY SLUT WHO LIKES IT IN THE BUTT!”

“Disgusting” said Iron Will who was now pinching her abused ass cheeks quite hard. “I suppose I’ll have to find other ways to punish you.”

He threw her onto her back and reached for the loose end of the tape, and yanked it off in a single violent motion.

Rainbow Dash fell down for the second time, her heart hammering her chest. What she’d just seen was both impossible and amazing. Looking around first for prying eyes, the rainbow maned pegasus pulled her own modesty tape off, and marveled at the wetness of her pussy.

She shuffled around and repositioned herself to both watch the torrid show and keep one hoof down in between her legs as she marveled at Fluttershy’s cock.

It was a thing of beauty as far as Iron Will was concerned, long and thick and already erect and drooling precum. He would love to lay beside his dear wife back home and watch her get pounded with it as he stroked off, before it was his turn for the pounding and his wife enjoyed the show.

It was the crowning abomination in Fluttershy’s eyes. The ultimate insult to all that was good and clean in the world, a towering, fleshy monument to her repulsive lust. It was her damnation. Surgery, both magic and otherwise existed to fix such deformities, but that would have been as wrong as her simply having the thing. It was there to remind her of what she was, a bag of horrible fleshly hungers only pretending to be a pony, a worthless, abominable thing that no one would ever love.

She could only imagine what would happen if her friends found out, they’d all hate her. They’d cast her out of Ponyville as a freak, and they’d all be right for doing so.

Every time she looked at the horrible thing Fluttershy wanted to cry, wanted to cease to exist.

Rainbow Dash wanted to take it for a test drive.

It took Iron Will a moment to regain his composure, the head of Fluttershy’s dick waved hypnotically as it stood straight out.

He cleared his throat. “Well would you look at that, you’re so turned on that your disgusting prick is waving for somebody to fuck you.”

The minotaur reached down and began to gather the rope. “we’ll just have to make sure that isn’t flapping around, could put somebody’s eye out.”

First he tied a thick, coarse rope around her torso, pinning her wings to her side, the he pulled back on Fluttershy’ prick till it lay pressed uncomfortably against her balls, and let go. It flew forward, gaining momentum and slapped right into her muzzel, an arc of precum trailing behind in.

Fluttershy turned her head and felt her face flush, though it was a wonder that enough blood got to her face for that.

Iron Will caught the shaft on the rebound and gave in a rough, painful squeeze that made her writhe and moan quite nicely.

He forced it down to her face.

“Hold onto this” he said as if he had handed her something far more acceptable than a thick, twitching cock.

Fluttershy clasped her forehooves over it, and tried desperately not look at the flared head centimeters from her face, but the smell of it filled her nostrils, the musk and sweat making her salivate.

Iron Will bound her forelegs together, trapping the cock before her, a maddening temptation to take it into her mouth filled the pegasus.

One of her hooves brushed against the sinfully silky skin and the organ jerked and twitched beneath the touch, a small spurt of pre splashed onto her cheek.

Meanwhile Iron Will busied himself with other matters involving a long, silk rope. He looped it around the crook of one hind leg and knotted when he pulled it tight enough to be uncomfortable, but not cut off blood flow. Next a second loop, this one around the area where her cock met her scrotum, this one he pulled tight with a slip knot till he heard Fluttershy squeal in pain. Her balls stood out like two eggs in a bag too small for them, but his work down here was not done. A second slipknot look, this time around the base of her monstrous cock, the knot biting painfully into her sensitive flesh.

Finally he looped and knotted the rope around the crook of her other leg. The effect was that whenever she spread her legs the loops around her cock and balls would tighten painfully. Experimentally he pushed her legs apart, and Fluttershy cried out, a short sharp shriek of pain.

“What’s the matter slut, don’t like that?” his voice dripped with honeyed cruelty.

He grabbed her tender balls and squeezed “I asked you a question slut.”

“No!” she gasped.

“Good, thats the first step to disciplining” he reached over a tweaked a nipple “these unruly urges of yours.”

The next step would be tricky, especially as the pain and pleasure worked their magic on Fluttershy.

Iron Will picked up a second length of silk rope, and third. He began by tying them off on the slip knot loop around the base of her cock, then carefully wove them over and across each other in a fishnet pattern before ending it in another tight look that pulled the rope tight against her cock flesh, making the skin stick out in diamond shaped bumps, ideal for pinching, she squirmed and squeal as she unintentionally strangled her cock and balls, or licking, she squealed, or biting, she screamed.

Iron Will smiled in satisfaction at a job well done.

He looked down at her teats which poked out on either side of her cock. He’d have to do something with those. After a moments thought, Fluttershy gasped as two clothespins closed over her nipples, biting down in a terrible mix of pleasure and pain.

Iron will gave a theatrical sigh. “You really are Iron Will’s greatest disappointment.” He strode around her as she whimpered, every twitch sending fresh pain up into her addled brain. “You once came to Iron Will looking to change your life! To stop being a doormat and to stand up for yourself!”

Now at her tail The minotaur got down on his haunches and began to stroke his own shaft, he reached for the one of the clothespins.

“You couldn’t” he yanked on the pinching thing, and Fluttershy squirmed and bucked as the flesh stung as blood flowed back into a single concentrated point of her labia “handle it.” Iron will finished.

“You bullied” another clothespin gone in a single viscous movement “and mocked” Two at once this time Fluttershy gave a small scream, though whether it was more from pain or delight no one could say “innocent ponies.” The last one went and Fluttershy felt the tears come again. It was true, she had been awful to everypony. She couldn’t handle the least bit of power.

“And then you became this.” The minotaur flicked her swollen, tender balls, making her yelp and twitch.

“A pathetic slut in need of punishment.” He pulled the clothespin off of her clit, and it buzzed with horrible, sinful pleasure, and sweet, righteous pain.

“You deserve everything I do to you, and more.”

She went quiet at that, crying softly. Her father had said more or less exactly that to her mother every time he’d been angry at her, but while Fluttershy accepted that her mother hadn’t deserved it, all of the beating were Fluttershy’s fault. Daddy wouldn’t have been angry if she had been a better pony, a good, clean pony without a horrible unspeakable mutation who was good at flying and wasn’t afraid of anything.

A wicked idea crossed Iron Will’s mind, something to drive her really wild. Denial was important to both parties involved in these sessions, it made everything all the sweeter.

He slid all three of his fingers into her dripping cunt, and after she calmed down from the sudden touch began to slowly rock them back and forth, it took some maneuvering to avoid even accidentally brushing her clit.

With every sow thrust he went a little deeper and twitched his fingers against her slick, velvety inner walls.

The minotaur folded his thumb against his palm and pulled out as far as he could while still keeping his finger tips in her. He waited until she let out longing moan at no longer being stimulated and with a violent motion thrust his hand into Fluttershy’s depths, eliciting a pained shriek, followed by another, more agonized one as her hindd legs jerk and drew the silk chord tight around her beautiful shaft and balls.

The yellow pegasus squealed in pain, revelled in it as Iron Will gave her filthy disgusting whore cunt exactly what it deserved, a rough, brutal pounding. It was at once hellish and heavenly, every rake of his nails against her sensitive innards pulled more of her wickedness out and left it to die in the light of day, she wished he’d sieve her organs and pull them out, leave her to die bleeding and violated on the floor, a fitting death for a stupid slutty whore like her that nopony would ever love.

A small part of her was still listening and in between her moaning screams she was able to choke out the words “T..too close!” and Iron Will immediately pulled out, denying her the release her awful, whore body so desperately craved.

Fluttershy’s heart pounded in her chest, her blood sang, the repulsive organs between her legs ached and complained of their torment. The cold, mocking voice of other Fluttershy, the horrible second side that had been born when Discord slid his way into her mind laughed at her. Tell him to make you cum. She said it will feel so good and you know we both want it, we want it so bad it hurts, you want to suck and fuck and lick as much as I do dirty little slut.

Fluttershy shook her head, screaming a silent inarticulate denial imagine its Daddy said other Fluttershy imagine you’re fucking Daddy’s mouth, imagine pumping our CUM down his stupid hateful throat, imagine him choking and sputtering on it, or maybe imagine Rarity bent over taking from you and crying and begging for more imagine getting filled up by Big Macintosh while you fill up Applejack you can just feel her hot cunt around our big cock imagine the feel as we get filled up with hot pony seed-

“No” she whispered.

Imagine overflowing with cum as every stallion in ponyville fucks every hole on our body and every mare gets speared on our cock “No stop please stop” and then they switch and cunts filled with our cum are ground into our face while stallions suckle at our teets and cock, or get to know what it feels like to be on the other end of a good hard cock.
“No!” Iron Will stood back slightly confused and terrified.

Come on, we both want this, we both want to use and be used, drain his balls and then lets go track down the most cowable stallion we can find and fuck his ass till her cums, or maybe hold some mare down and lick her till the orgasms make her insane while we fuck her face and cum all over her face and leave her to be used by ever pony that comes across her body lets suck every cock in ponyville, lets show Daddy what it really means to be a filthy slut lets fuck on his grave and give the old man a taste of what a real mares pussy tastes like when we cum all over the tombstone lets-
Fluttershy looked up over her flared cock head and fixed Iron Will with the Stare. It warranted the capitalization.

“Punch me as hard as you can in the face.” She snarled.

“What?!” said Iron Will “you want me to wha-”

“DID I FUCKING STUTTER?!” she cut him off “PUNCH ME IN THE FACE THEN FUCK ME!”

“Iron Will does not believe he’s ever been spoken to like this before.” He tried to resist, tried to pull back, but seeming y of its own accord his hand balled into a fist and brutal right hook slammed into the side of Fluttershy’s face.

Her ears rang, she saw birds and stars doing acrobatic loops before her eyes and other Fluttershy stopped her awful whispers.

OK that was it Rainbow Dash decided. She wasn’t going to stand for her friend getting punched around like that, she’d go in there, kick Iron Will’s butt and get some damn answers (all while hoping nopony noticed the juices flowing down her thighs.)

Before any of that could happen though a cheerful voice exclaimed “Hi’ya Dashy!” from beneath her spread legs.

On any other day Rainbow Dash might have jumped and scolded Pinkie Pie for startling her. On this day however she instead looked down as all the color drained from her face into the shining blue eyes and chipper grin of the pink party pony.

A drop of Dash’s juices fell and landed directly on Pinkie Pie’s nose.

Rainbow Dash fell back and Pinkie stood up, the drop of fluid on her nose apparently unnoticed.

“Pinkie?! What are you doing here?” it sounded asinine, but frankly it was all Dash could think to say.

Pinkie Pie didn’t seem to notice. She reached behind her and pulled her puffy pink tail into plain view and pointed, a scaly green reptile was clamped onto it. “I’m going to visit with my family for a couple days! I was just going to ask Fluttershy to watch gummy till I get back.”

She suddenly arched an eyebrow suspiciously “what’re you doing out here Dashy?”

Rainbow Dash felt her throat go dry and all possible excuses died in her throat, true she had followed Fluttershy out of concern for her friend, but that seemed rather lame when she tried to say it out loud.

Fortunately Pinkie made the point moot by immediately turning around and peering in at the scene Rainbow Dash had been.

“Oh dang it!” she suddenly shouted “dang it all to heck Dash, I owe Lyra fifty bits now!”

“What?” that was the thing about Pinkie Pie, she had a unique ability to completely derail a pony’s train of thought completely and utterly.

“Well” said Pinkie, whirling around and laying on the ground dirctly in front of Dash’s splayed legs “me and Lyra had a bet about which one was the top and I was soooooo sure it was Fluttershy!”

“What.” It was more a flat statement now “Wait you knew about this?!”

“OF COURSE!” Pinkie chirped “I mean its so obvious right? They meet in public once a month and go back to her place, I’d have to be a pretty silly Pinkie Pie to not know that they were dating!”

Again she spun with lightning speed “more than dating it looks like!” she let out a low wolf whistle “wow Fluttershy’s got a big thingy!”

Rainbow Dash finally righted herself. “Yeah Pinkie, she sure does.”

The sky blue pegasus sighed “that’s not really important right now Pinkie, he just hit her, and now I’ve got to go in and kick his tail, I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Maybe she wanted him to?” the question was like running into a brick wall for Rainbow Dash, and she turned on Pinkie, genuine anger boiling to the surface.

“Why would she want that?!”

Pinkie shrugged “I dunno, I mean Mr. Cake likes it when Misses Cake hits him, maybe she’s a masochist!”

Rainbow Dash face hoofed and tried to erase the mental image of the Cakes mid kinky coitous from her mind.

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about Pinkie, all I know is nopony hits my friends, even when they aren’t a pony!”

She started to charge again only to fall on her face when Pinkie bit her tail and held her fast. “Take another look at them Dashy.”

Dash glanced in the window, and froze, her pussy starting its treacherous work anew.

Iron Will looked terrified, Fluttershy was glaring and mouthing something at him, but neither pony could hear it.

The minotaur was fucking Fluttershy, hard and rough.

“Pretty hot isn’t it?” Pinkie whispered in her ear “I’ve always said ‘to each their own’, everypony gets off on something different ya know?”

Through the window Dash could see Iron Will cruelly twisting Fluttershy’s nipples as his cock thrust in and out of her battered cunt.

“Some ponies like to be dominated and humiliated, some ponies” Pinkie gave Dash’s neck a playfull kiss “like to watch.” another kiss, lower down.

“Pinkie what are you doing?” Dash whispered.

“Do you like to watch Dashy? I think you do. I do to, but I don’t get wet over it.”

“I. Just. Like. To. See. Ponies. Feeling-” each word was puncuated with a soft kiss, or when they got to Rainbow Dash’s wings a soft playful nip. At the word feeling, Pinkie was at Dash’s cutie mark.

“Good.” Pinkie finished, and this was punctuated by a long, loving lick up Dash’s snatch.

Oblivious to all of this Fluttershy was locked in an internal struggle as her mouth called out the most hateful things. Other Fluttershy, the bad awful pony who didn’t hate herself laughed and mocked and reveled in the feeling of be fucked, of being taken even as she reveled in the way the rope burned against her aching cock while Fluttershy tried to strangle it all, tried to kill every feeling of pleasure by reminding herself what an awful, slutty pony she was, how she was a wretched evil little whore, how pain and scorn were her birthright and that enjoying them mocked Celestia herself by being defiant of her punishment for nasty little slut ponies.

“Fuck me you bastard fuck me!” she heard herself snarl at the hapless minotaur “make your little whore hurt make her squeal like a slutty little pig!”

Iron Will’s hips pistoned in and out, raking his flared cock against her insides, under ordinary circumstances he would have enjoyed giving anypony a good hard fucking, but right now he really wanted to stop. He’d never seen Fluttershy like this before, she was practically foaming at the mouth with some combination of anger lust and self loathing.

Every few moments she’d shout at him to stop and pull out, giving her overstimulated body a small chance to back away from the precipice of orgasm, frequently punctuated with orders to slap her or squeeze her balls. This pony was, to quote his dear departed granny, bat guano insane.

Dash strangled a moan as she both watched the tawdry scene before her and felt Pinkies tongue plumbing her depths as one of the pink earth pony's hooves rubbed at Dash’s clit.

She had to be close now, and ye gods and little fishes just how long was Pinkie’s tongue anyways? It was like being fucked by something really long, energetic and bendy (metaphors and similes had never been Rainbow Dash’s strong suit).

“Pin...Pinkie I th-think I gonna...”

Pinkies tongue suddenly withdrew, slurping around the inside of Dash’s slit as it did so “cum Dashy? Are you going to cum for your auntie Pinkie Pie while you watch Fluttershy get herself some big tasty minotaur cock? Thats just fine.” she purred “Cum all over my face Dash, cum for Pinkie.”

And with that she made a direct assault on Dash’s clit, suckling at it and flicking it with her tongue, pulling at it with her teeth and then Dash came.

It was explosive, she hadn’t cum that hard in a long time, electricity blasted through her nervous system and fireworks exploded in her head. Rainbow Dash gushed and let out a piercing scream.

Her hindlegs failed her and she fell to the ground, Pinkie deftly maneuvering so Dash was resting her rump and honeypot on Pinkie’s face, while she continued her assault, greedily slurping up the flow from Dash’s slit.

Aftershocks hit Rainbow Dash, violent explosive surges of pleasure that assassinated rational thought and made her buck her hips against her friends face.

Mercifully the pleasure ended and Dash lay on her belly in a cold sweat. Just when her thoughts had become coherent again she was gently rolled onto her back and a joyous voice called out “My turn” as Pinkie Pie lowered her haunches onto Dash’s face and a part of the pegasus still crazed with lust commanded her to start licking, which she did with as much gusto as she could manage in the circumstances.

Inside the cottage all activity had stopped. Iron will was half inside of Fluttershy, and both were staring with shock and horror at the window where they had heard a scream and seen Rainbow Dash’s face contorted in pleasure before the pegasus had dropped out of sight.

Things were rapidly spiralling out of control, but at least this was a problem the minotaur felt he could deal with. “Iron Will will be right back” he snarled as he pulled out.

“No!” Fluttershy cried out “No Iron Will.”

Iron Will stared at her, an eyebrow cocked in genuine confusion. Fluttershy was laying back with a dreamy look on her face, there was something different about her voice, it seemed less... hesitant than it had before.

The pegasus leaned forward and slurped her cock head into her mouth, moaned around it and then lowered her head to the floor again after raking her teeth across the sensitive skin beneath the flare. “She can watch if she likes” Fluttershy said dreamily.

Suddenly her mouth formed a nasty smile and a cold glint came into her eyes.

“Get the needle and the rings Iron Will.”

The minotaur took an uncertain step backwards, “Iron Will isn’t certain this is such a good idea...”

“Do it you stupid fucking pussy!”

It was like she had slapped him, her blue eyes were wide with rage and locked on his own. Iron Will felt so small then, it was like being a little kid caught doing something naughty, or like being shouted at by some teenaged bully.

“Wh..what?”

“Get. the. fucking. needle.”

His hand shot out seemingly of its own accord, he picked up the needle and three stainless steel piercings.

“Light a candle, and bring that over here to.”

The items gathered the mighty minotaur found himself seated before her again, rigid with terror. What was she going to make him do to her? By far the most unnerving part of this all though, was that he was still aroused. His cock was so hard it hurt.

Fluttershy’s eyes were half closed and she stared at the ceiling, thoughts of delicious pain drifting through her head, it was what weak Fluttershy wanted, what the scared little bitch craved. New Fluttershy liked it to, the way it made the masochistic little cunt squeal and beg while she pretended not to get off on it, the way it made their skin tingle and sing, the way it got her juices and precum flowing.

“Hold the needle in the flame” she purred “then surprise me master, make me hurt like a little slut should.”

A moment or two passed and Iron Will tried one last time as the flame danced over the needle’s shaft to end this. “Are you sure about this Fluttershy?”

For a moment she didn’t answer, the needle was starting to burn his fingers and he was about to ask again when she said in that same dreamy voice.

“Burn me with it first, somewhere sensitive.”

After another silent minute a line of fire was pressed into the inside of Fluttershy’s thigh. She screamed “YyyyyyeeeeessssssSS!”, her pussy spasmed, her cock twitched and her scream rose higher as the silk around her male parts squeezed painfully.

“Oh yesssss Iron Will more!” the needle was slid along one of her teats in a burning crescent of razor sharp pain “you’re so good at hurting me Iron WilllllllLLL!” her voice spiked as he roughly pinched the areola of her nipple and slip the needle through the sensitive nub, a quick burning stab that hurt so beautifully, and triggered more wonderful, cleansing pain as her legs bucked and jerked.

Fluttershy lunged forward and took the head of her cock into her mouth again, biting down on it and looking to the window hoping to still see an audience.

There was one, though not Rainbow Dash as she had suspected, but Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy smiled around her cock and locked eyes with Pinkie. Inside her head weak Fluttershy sobbed and screamed.

Two of our friends know what we are now, isn’t that delicious? Think you’ll ever be able to look them in the eyes again? I will no please no please don’t Maybe I should have Iron Will invite them in. Would you like that? They can use us a their own personal fuck toy, you know we’d love it and when they’re all tired out from cumming on our cock and our mouth we can use them. Imagine it you weak little slut, image our cum boiling into Rainbow Dash’s cunt mouth and asshole, imagine sitting on Pinkie’s face while she licks us to orgasm after orgasm and then we can glaze her just like those treats she’s always gulping down.
Stop it please Stop what? The past? they know we’re a beautiful freakish slut now and nothing will ever change that. Even if they don’t want to play it will be fun, imagine them spitting on you, can’t you just hear Rainbow Dash telling you how much we disgust her, goddesses that makes us wet
The thoughts were cut off as another scream of agonized ecstasy tore its way out of her throat as this time the hot needle was pressed against the underside of her balls, it was exquisite and she barely had time to set her mind right before again a short sharp white hot stab slid through her nipple. Both were pierced now.

Iron Will had begun to stroke himself, slavering his pre over his shaft. It had been a long time since a client had asked him to pierce them, and both he and the client had been quite drunk at the time. All things considered it was a good thing that Mayor Mare had liked the piercings after sobering up.

He had reached the conclusion that he should just roll with this, and then never work with the little yellow pegasus again. She was terrifying. That stare of hers was... was... whatever it was it wasn’t natural.

Every time she turned it on him his erection ached and it felt like he was staring up at a disapproving parent.

Granted a disapproving parent who was telling him to pierce their genitals after torturing them with a hot needle, but Iron Will decided it was not a good idea to explore those emotions.

The sad fact was that if she was just more rational he might actually have really enjoyed this.

He returned the needle to the flame and held it there as Fluttershy muttered some conversation he wasn’t privy to, and he felt grateful for that. Things were quite frankly crazy enough.

There was he slowly circled the hot tip around the recently pierced nipple, drawing harsh moans and strangled squeals from Fluttershy, tracing his way slowly down to her female parts.

Once there he withdrew the needle from her flesh and waited.

Fluttershy’s mind was aflame with sensations, the raw aching need of both cunt and cock for stimulation, the way her flesh screamed its symphony of pain and the pleasure that she took from being tormented and for just a moment weak Fluttershy howled in the same verse, for just a moment the two halves of her mind were unified in purpose, but all too soon the constricting burn of the silk rope died away as her legs resumed their normal position, and again that pathetic, whimpering, self righteous, self hating little cunt tried to crawl back into control.

“Burn me you fucking piece of shit burn me make me hurt do it do it do it make me squeal make me beg for you to stop make it hurt ruin me do it come on you stupid fucking bull-”

And that was what Iron Will had been waiting for. His hand shot out and pinch her clitoris, making Fluttershy squeal and thrash, he kept pressing down and used his nails, making it hurt. Anger was rising in him.

“IRON WILL DOES NOT PUT UP WITH THIS SHIT!”

He struck with the needle, freshly heated, sliding it through her clitoral hood with expert precision.

Fluttershy screamed, utterly inarticulate. It would not have surprised the minotaur to learn that she’d been heard all the way in Canterlot, but apparently the psychotic little bitch was an exhibitionist now.

He snatched up the three piercings and fitted them all in place. That brought a small smile to his lips. A job well done that.

The cool metal felt exquisite to Fluttershy, and she cooed as it slid through the burned holes in her flesh.

“Its sooo gooood Iron Will” she looked up at him with a seductive smile and half lidded eyes “do I look like a proper slut now?”

“Yeah.” He grunted.

A plan was forming in his head. She had agreed to this at the start after all.

He stomped over her and glared down.

“What now?” Fluttershy said, an odd arrogance to her voice.

Icy calm slid over Iron Will’s brain. He’d show her that she couldn’t push him around.

“Fluttershy, you are without a doubt the craziest SLUT to ever cross Iron Will’s path.”

She seemed to relish the words.

He lowered his head down to hers, his cock now pressed against hers “and Iron Will does not take this kind of abuse from sluts, crazy or otherwise.”

That seemed to catch her off guard, his getting up and stomping over to the table even more so.

“Where do you think you’re going?!” she demanded “get back here and punish me!”

Iron Will turned around suddenly. A small dish towel from Fluttershy’s sink in his hand.

“Oh don’t worry slut. I’ll still do that. But now, Iron Will thinks its time he had some fun.”

Before Fluttershy could decipher his meaning he was over her, and wrapped the towel around her head as a makeshift blindfold.

She went quiet, her face settled into a blank mask.

Iron Will felt something lift from him, and he hoped to never find out precisely what it was. He reached down and untied the rope around her forelegs, and as they fell aside her cock sprung up and wobbled back and forth in the air. It was pinched into diamonds of purple, blood deprived flesh. Really that had been some fantastic rope work.

As angry as he was Iron Will was still determined to honor his contract with the insane little pony. He wouldn’t let her cum. There was one last sex toy to be used.

The small plastic rod was one of his favorites, in their games back home he and his wife were fond of using one on the various males side fucks they both had and occasionally shared.

He slid it around the head of his cock, trying to get as much of his pre on it as possible as he strolled around to the Fluttershy’s hindquarters.

He slid the rod up into her cut eliciting a gasp, but otherwise the blinded pegasus betrayed nothing. When he pulled it out it was sticky and slick.

Iron will then untied the other ropes, they’d just get in the way of what he had in mind.

“Iron Will please... please what are you doing, you promised, you promised you wouldn’t let me cum” her voiced sounded softer, had a pleading quality that was more like the Fluttershy he knew.

“Shut up slut. I’ll make you cum if I want to.”

He seized her shaft just below the head and squeezed hard, making her pant and squeal. The minotaur lowered his head and took her’s into his mouth, sucking and slupring obscenely as he tightened his grip.

Fluttershy panted and wished she could see. For the moment she had pushed other Fluttershy back, but now she could feel that horrible part of her crawling back, bleeding in around the edges. All she could do was moan as Iron Will raked his teeth over her cockhead and swirled his tongue around her urethra. It was a nightmare of ecstasy.

She had just found her voice again, wanted to apologize, wanted to beg, wanted to explain that she wasn’t that horrible wanton witch who had said all those nasty things, that she was a good little slut but no that wasn’t wrong because sluts weren’t good when the maddening mouth was removed and something strangely warm and slick began circling around the flare of her cock, drawing closer and closer until it plunged down into her urethra with maddening slowness.

Iron Will took his time. There was no need to rush this. No need at all. The insane bitch squirmed and gasped as this tiny, sensitive hole was invaded.

Finally he reached the end and could insert the toy no further.

He grunted in satisfaction.

Fluttershy gasped out “please not this please no I know I promised you that I would but I don’t think I could hold on even with that thing in me please nooooooOOOOOOYYEeeesss.”

Iron Will had decided it was about time he got some cock as well. He licked her shaft, tracing the obscenely bulgy vein from the head down to her balls, which he tongued generously.

“Yesss yes yes yes!” Fluttershy chanted as he made another trip up, pausing to bite hard on the sensitive flesh just below the head, savoring the taste and smell as he did so.

“Lick my cock you bullheaded shit, you’re as much a slut as I am and OH GODDESSES!” he grabbed her balls and squeezed. It shut her up for a little bit.

Technically speaking he supposed he was a slut, but personally he preferred the term “whore” because frankly that’s what he was, it was something he’d gotten off on for as long as he could remember.

Iron Will got up as Fluttershy panted.

A mocking tone returned to her voice “where are you going? You’re such a good cock sucker Iron Will.”

He ignored this and returned with the lube. He was experienced and all, but taking it dry was never fun for either party really.

Fluttershy shivered as icy slickness began to be coated over her stiff stallion hood.

“D... don’t stop” she moaned.

Iron Will had no intention of stopping, and added a second coat of lube to the towering cock. When he finished he reached over her and used her mane, which was now slick and tangled with sweat to dry his hands.

The minotaur stood up and admired his glistening handy work. Fluttershy was bucking her hips up and muttering strings of obscenities he wasn’t bothering to listen to. He stomped over to her, and stood over her chest.

He leaned in close to her, and blew into her ear.

“Just one minor point Fluttershy, before we begin this.”

“What is it?” she breathed huskily cak at him.

“I’m not a slut” he backed into her cock, letting her jump and twitch against the rough fur of his buttocks, his cow like tail thrashing wildly “I’m a whore.” He reached behind him and grasped her slippery shaft, and guided it towards his backdoor.

“Do it please do it please let me fuck you please”

“Well” he said “since you said please.”

It was a bit of a strain, Iron Will had taken some big cocks in his life but Fluttershy had a bit more girth than any he was used to. He rocked back as the head penetrated him and pushed against the his internal walls and groaned in pleasure. He always felt so full when taking it.

“Oh,,, oh Celestia yes thats so good” Fluttershy moaned beneath him, and it occured to Iron Will to wonder which one “no... no it can’t be this good it can’t please Celestia no.” Well that was one question answered.

For a while thats all there was, Fluttershy thrusting up in excited little jerks and moaning, Iron Will rocking a little farther back on her cock everytime and for just a moment it was good.

Of course, then she had to ruin it with that cruel smile and mocking words again “you like my cock in your ass you stupid whore?”

Iron Will casually slapped her face, but she went on undeterred.

“Do you like hitting girls? Does it make your cock hard?” slap “I know it would make me hard” slap “I know it would make me wet” harder slap.

It took her a moment to recover from that one “of course I like getting hit too, because I am a naughty little slut aren’t I?”

“Then you’ll love this” Iron Will growled and delivered three rapid backhands that made Fluttershy’s head spin.

Finally he’d gotten enough of her cock in her, and he leaned back, and sat down heavily on her cock, letting a low moo of pleasure escape as he was filled nearly to bursting by her enormous prick.

He raised himself up, gasping a little as the pressure massaging his prostate shifted before slamming back down hard, even as Fluttershy’s hips rose to meet him, only to be crushed painfully down by his bulk.

The dance came slow to Fluttershy, drunk as she was by the sudden rushes of pleasure and pain and the dull ache everywhere in her body, still reeling from the last series of savage blows and still quite in two minds about everything going on.

“Take it! Take my cock you whore, look at you you’re really getting off on thi-OH Godesses I’m so sorry- shut up you stupid cunt shut up shut up shut up!” she babbled.

Iron Will reached out and grabbed a handful of her mane, he pulled her head up as the confused hodgepodge of nastiness and sobbing apologies and snarled “I’ve got a better use for your mouth!”

He thrust forward as well as up prodded her in the face with his cock, smearing precum over her cheek. She caught on and caught the cock in her mouth. She barely had to move her head, Iron Will’s thrusting basically causing the first few inches to fuck her mouth.

She kicked and bucked, trying to fuck him harder and faster as her mouth seemed to develop a mind of its own, sucking and lick at the invading organ.

Fluttershy silently screamed in hate and fear at the inside of her own mind.

If anything Pinkie Pie had gotten off more explosively than Dash had, practically drenching the rainbow maned pegasus in her juices. They were both watching now, and to her dismay Rainbow Dash was actually getting turned on again at the display.

Iron Will was taking all of Fluttershy’s cock, the position allowing him to also force his own into her mouth.

Pinkie was giving a running commentary, but that seemed a million miles away at the moment.

She wondered what it would be like to have Fluttershy inside of her. Unlike her friend Dash didn’t get off on humilation during sex, so she would object to being called a slut. Generally she preferred to think of herself as, well, experienced. That was it. Experienced, and a busy pegasus who prefered to just go after what she wanted rather than dance around the issue, the point was that Rainbow Dash had been with a few stallions in her life, and generally liked to think that she knew her way around a cock, but Fluttershy was bigger than any stallion she had ever known.

Of course, Shy didn’t know how to fuck. That was becoming obvious, her energetic thrusts up into Iron Will’s backside were the work of an enthusiastic ametuer.

What Rainbow Dash wouldn’t give to teach her how to use that monster properly, that would really make the mares holler.

More or less the same thoughts were going through Pinkie Pie’s head, though in a different shape than they did in Dash’s.

She had a keen sense of empathy, at least where her friends were concerned, though she did have a rather large blind spot where the subject of personal space was concerned. And she was rapidly reaching the conclusion that neither the pony, nor the minotaur in there were really having any fun.

Yes, in a strictly physical sense their bodies were probably sending out all the appropriate endorphins and signals, but Pinkie Pie had seen Fluttershy’s face, had watched it contort through expressions of pain, confusion, sadness, lust and horribly the arrogant cruelty of New Fluttershy.

Wheels began turning in the inscrutable machine that was Pinkie Pie’s mind and she nudged Dash to get her attention.

“We should probably leave as soon as they’re done.”

“Y... yeah...” stammered Dash, the shame and guilt of spying on her friend rushing back all at once.

“When we get back to Ponyville, I’ll help you take care of that” she pointed at Dash’s crotch “and then we’ve got to talk about some stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“Helping Fluttershy duh!”

Rainbow Dash was really confused now “helping her with what?”

Pinkie sighed “your old auntie Pinkie Pie will explain everything later, but we’d better pay attention, I think we’re almost at the Big Finish!”

Pinkie Pie could pronounce capital letters.

Such people need watching.

Iron Will’s breathing was coming in labored gasps. It had taken a bit of work to get himself this close to the edge, especially with Fluttershy’s clumsy thrusts, but here he was on the brink of a ridiculous orgasm, possibly the best one he’d had in a long time.

He grabbed her mane with both hands and pulled her off his cock just as he began to cum. His seed spurted out in great slimy ropes which splattered across the pegasus’s face and mane, soon he had stuck one side of her mane to her face, and her released her and she slumped to the floor as more and more jism pumped out of his body, he raised himself off of her cock, which exited with a pop and waived in the air, desperate for its own release.

Panting and mooing he aimed his spurting cock down at Fluttershy’s prone form, sticky semen painting pearly stripes across her coat, as she babbled out an incoherent stream of invective. Load after load splattered across her till she lay in a warm sticky pool, and Iron Will swooned as the final spurt of cum rained down onto her.

He fell back and sat staring at her.

Once he had been a participant in an orgy held by an extremely wealthy, extremely horny gryphon. She’d hired over forty male prostitutes to fuck her senseless, and in the end had looked a little like this.

“How in the hell did Iron Will cum that much?” he said in between desperate pantings.

It took awhile for both to recover, but finally Iron Will staggered to his hooves and made his way over to her.

He removed blindfold, but decided that she could damn well deal with removing the sex toys herself.

She looked so pathetic now. A sad, lonely pony with a broken mind.

“You need help.” Was all he could think to say.

For a long time she didn’t answer, just stared glassy eyed at something nopony but her could see a thousand miles away.

Finally she said. “Your money’s on the table.”

Iron Will wanted to scream, want to break something, but what was the point?

As he turned towards the table he heard “thank you Iron Will, I... I think I really made some progress today.”

Fluttershy got unsteadily to her hooves, whimpering when her cock slapped the ground and bounced back up to stand proud beneath her, cum dripping from her body.

“I took it... I took everything you threw at me and I didn’t... I didn’t shame myself.”

He didn’t take the money, the minotaur just stomped out the door, pausing only to glare at the patch of grass where the two ponies had been spying on them. They had left, which disappointed Iron Will. They would have given him something to shout at.

As he began his long trek home, the minotaur decided that he was going to take a break from these sort of engagements for a while, right now he needed a good long shower.

Fluttershy watched him go and felt a stone form in her stomach. Other Fluttershy laughed at her.

She took a moment to look for the others outside, but they had left. She supposed they’d seen enough of her debauchery and had gone back to tell the town what a filthy horrible slutty pony she was.

A strange feeling of peace settled on Fluttershy then. She went upstairs to take a bath. When the mob came to run her out of town at least she’d be clean physically if not in a single other sense.

The sex toys were a maddening mix of pleasure and pain as they were removed, but it all seemed so distant to her now. The scalding bath she drew for herself was also a distantly felt torture.

She went about the rest of her say normally, waiting for the other horse shoe to drop. Animals still needed feeding. She wondered what would happen to them after she was exiled. They had managed to live without her before she had taken up residence in this cottage, so she supposed they’d manage until another animal loving pony came to take care of them.

In the evening she busied herself cleaning up the frightful mess that had been made of her floor, ate a rather good salad without much enthusiasm, and went to bed.

Fluttershy did not sleep peacefully.

She thrust into Rainbow Dash in her dreams, or was it Pinkie Pie? She couldn’t tell. The convulsing velvet walls of the ponies cunt made it sort of a moot point anyways, although sometimes they were the rough friction that she had experienced inside of Iron Will’s ass, either way that was fine with her. Sometimes when she looked down at DashPinkie her features changed, becoming more masculine and she knew she was rutting a stallion, and sometimes she had too look up as they thrust into her dripping, welcoming holes. She wished she could say something but ever her mouth was filled with cock or cunt.

It was a lovely dream, she could taste it as a pony who seemed to be Pinkie at the time came in her mouth and Fluttershy gulped down mouthfuls of thick sticky cum, but the load was so huge that it spilled out the corners of her mouth and she had to release it and get bathed in the spunk, which also spilled down onto the pony beneath her.

Rainbow Dash looked so pretty covered in cum.

She felt Rainbow Dash’s cock jerk in her cunt, and knew her purpose was being fulfilled. It was so nice to have a purpose.

And there was a reward for purpose, she buried her face in Pinkie’s neck as her own balls boiled and her cock twitched and ached in Dash’s mouth as Pinkie’s cunt slid up and down the shaft and Fluttershy came.

She woke up then, shuddering and jerking as her pussy spasmed and her cock blasted its long pent up payload in her sheets.

It was a maddening explosion of pure bliss as the cum sprayed up her chest and actually knocked the sheets aside, or perhaps her orgasmic thrashing did that.

In a haze she forced her spurting member into her mouth and drank down as much as she could before having to come up for air, and allowing her seed to wash over her face. She rubbed her hooves lovingly up and down the fountaining organ, trying to coax more and more of the salty nectar out, she wanted to bathe in it, want to live on it, wanted every part of her filled by it.

When it ended she was drenched again, and lay back, her heart pounding.

It occurred to her that she had failed. She felt she should cry about it, but what purpose would that serve.

Maybe the world needed sluts for something, presumably so more decent ponies could drain their balls or get their cunts licked so they could focus on more important matters.

She noticed that she was idly stroking her cock with a hoof. She thought that maybe she should stop that. But it had felt so good to cum... it was really amazing how fast she got hard again.

She licked her lips and put her cock between them. She’d be awake for this orgasm. And the next seven. Fluttershy did not sleep again that night.

Author's Notes:

I deeply apologize to whoever has to read this to approve it.

Anyways, this was the project of a couple weeks that was spawned when I was given a request and just had entirely too much fun with it. I learned two important things while working on it, one I suck mightily at dialogue, and two its a damn good thing that Treelance12 was willing to help me edit this monstrosity, because reading my own writing causes me to hate vomit.

One day I will build a time machine, and future me and current me will go grab past me and kick the shit out of that asshole for being such a terrible author, and also for being the sort of dickhead who would build a time machine in the future to kick the piss out of himself in the past, I mean really who does that? Assholes that's who.

Now I would ask you if you feel compelled to dislike this for technical reasons please inform me of my hideous sin against the English language. If you're disliking for the actual content I am sorry for offending you, but why the hell did you read it in the first place then? I put lots of warnings up.