Chapter 1
“Come on, Scarlett!” Amethyst shouted through the bathroom door while she hammered it with her hand. “You’ve been in there for thirty minutes!”
Amethyst was my best friend. We met at Ponyville Elementary and quickly hit it off. Our friendship was cemented later in our teens when we would both rather go to town at night, trying to find a bar or club to go to rather than do our homework. Unfortunately for us, that proved to be more troublesome than what it was worth. The town was mostly a farming community and didn’t have any worthwhile clubs to go to.
Eventually we both moved to Canterlot to seek out better paying jobs. That meant fewer working hours but the same level of income, and we would spend the nights before our days off exploring the many bars and nightclubs.
I had been working for Suri Polomare for the last two months by this stage. She would, quite literally, be the one to break the camel’s back when it comes to telling Amethyst and I to do our jobs. It’s not that we weren’t good at them, Suri was a bit of a slave driver is all.
We had a few regular places we liked to go frequently, but other than that, we would go to a few other places for a change of pace every other week.
“Yeah yeah,” I replied. “Five more minutes.”
“You said that ten minutes ago! Hurry up or the club’s line will get too long and then we won’t get to see DJ-Pon3!”
“Hey, you only have to look good for the stallions, so I need to double my efforts!”
“That line again!? Hurry your flank up missy!”
I hurried up where I could, just glossing over the last couple things I needed to touch up. Making sure I was wearing everything I intended on; pants and panties, blouse and bra with a jacket (to cover my wings for the time being), and my favourite scarf. My mum gave me the scarf when I moved from Ponyville, as it did tend to get nippy from time to time, given Canterlot is located on a mountain side and the breeze gets filtered through the valleys and so on.
My outfit wasn’t intended to draw much attention like most mares tended to do. As prudish as that sounds, dressing in very, very short and skimpy clothes never had much of an appeal to me. If I wanted to, I would walk around the apartment in a bra and panties, but that was the extent of it. I was always thinking to myself, that, mares who wear low cut tops lose the right to complain about their boobs being stared at.
On that subject, more mares should wear low cut tops. I like staring at boobs.
Amethyst and I began our walk to one of the lesser-frequented clubs we went to since we moved to Canterlot. It was called ‘Club Flank’. This place really got to the point didn’t it? We largely made the decision to go to this place because we got wind of, and later confirmed, Vinyl Scratch would be DJing there for most of the night. Given she has a bit of a performance history of waving her tail and plot around after jumping on the turntables, and that we’re going to a club aptly named ‘Club Flank’, I was rather eager to see what she would be up to.
By the time we got there, there weren’t too many other ponies on the dance floor, there were however still a decent few I guess. Half a dozen or so were at the bar getting a few drinks, while maybe twenty odd others were just jammin’ to the music. Sure enough Vinyl Scratch was at the turntables, but she wasn’t getting too into it. It was still early, she wouldn’t really turn the volume up until more ponies would begin pouring in. That’s the cue to break out the more faster paced music like ‘Stamp on the Ground’, then watch everypony go nuts to the beat.
Amethyst and I went over to the bar to have a couple Long Island Ice Teas before we hit the dance floor. It was mostly to give us the opportunity to scope out the crowd, see who appeared to be single, who was dancing with who, and anypony else that happened to wander in through the door.
I was halfway through the potent drink by the time my friend ordered another. “Amethyst, for Celestia sake–those are twenty bits each!” I exclaimed.
“Hey, I can down them easily enough, and I got a small bonus from my job, so I can afford it, thank you very much.”
I shrugged. Fair enough I suppose. Holding the ice to the bottom of the glass with my straw, I downed the rest of the liquor and set the glass back on the counter, turning to see if anypony new had entered. Standing inside to the right of the entrance was a red pegasus stallion, whom had his hands in his pockets and was looking around the room with purpose.
He eventually looked over at me, and we locked eyes. We looked at each other for several more seconds until, with a smile, he unfolded his arms and began walking over to Amethyst and I.
Rather well built, he didn’t have nearly as much muscle as Big Macintosh did from all the farm work back in Ponyville, but I could tell he worked out from time to time to maintain what he did have. Clad in slightly loose denim jeans, muscle shirt, and jacket to protect against the nippy night air. He had a physique about him that I wouldn’t mind seeing in full in the slightest. His face was pretty easy to look at to say the least, his welcoming smile being the icing on the cake. Before he got over to us, Crimson slipped his jacket down his arms enough to pull his wings through the slots to tuck them underneath the jacket, presumably so they wouldn’t get caught on anything or anyone.
“Hey there,” he said.
“Hi,” Amethyst and I echoed at the same time, albeit rather awkwardly.
He gave a smooth chuckle. “Sorry, I’m not very good at introductions, I’m afraid. Can I get you two a drink instead?”
“Yes please!” blurted Amethyst before I had a chance to say anything.
I turned to her to give her an ‘are you kidding me?’ look. “You’ve just finished your second and I haven’t even got that far!”
“I take it your friend likes her drinks?” I nodded, grinning. “Tell you what, I’ll buy you one first,” he said pointing to me, “then after you finish that one I’ll get the both of you one. How’s that?”
I saw my friend’s face twist in disappointment. “Oh come on!”
“Hey now Ame, why don’t you go and see if Vinyl can put on the good stuff since it’s starting to fill up in here?”
Her face then lit back up. “Okay yeah! I can do that!”
She got off the stool and went over to the DJ at the opposite end of the room. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Another of what she was having,” he said to the bartender, gesturing for another drink over. He then turned back to me, that smile of his remaining. “I’m Crimson Skies. Friends call me Crimson though. Yourself?”
The bartender made the drink and put it on the counter before sliding it over to us. Crimson casually caught it, before kindly sliding it over to me. “Scarlett Blade.”
“Sounds rather disconcerting, should I be worried?” he joked with a raised brow, then chuckled.
“Nah, not at all. It’s just got to do with my cutie mark; a pair of scissors cutting fabric. It just means I’m good at cutting things for the most part.”
“Those last eight words didn’t exactly help, you know.”
My cutie mark is a pair of scissors cutting a sheet of fabric from a roll. My special talent, given Amethyst and I are ameteur designers for the most part, is that I can cut fabric like nopony else. It’s what landed me the job working for Suri: I had a trial to see if I could help a few of the designers get caught up with their work. I was always the type to do what they were told, and I didn’t like to keep them waiting for fear of what would happen. That much is just personal insecurity.
I laughed at him, taking a good long sip of the cocktail. “Don’t worry, I couldn’t harm a fly.”
“Couldn’t?” he inquired.
“It’s my job mostly. I’m so used to being told what to do I just couldn’t swat a fly unless told to. That’s just me though.”
It looked like a lightbulb went off in his head from the look on his face. “Pardon me for being too forward, but if I told you to come back to my place…?”
This time I actually laughed out loud. I had to be careful not to spit my drink everywhere. “HAH, that’s actually pretty funny. I’ve not had anyone put it like that before.”
Crimson raised a brow, looking at me with a slight expectant look. “So…”
There was a moment of silence before it dawned on me that he could in fact be serious. “Wait, you were serious?”
“...maybe?”
“You’re a nice guy, Crimson, I’ll think about it.” I looked around to find Amethyst, but I couldn’t see her in the crowd or talking to Vinyl. Following the line of tables against the wall to the left of the bar, I found her sitting at one talking to a zebra stallion. Crimson must have noticed as well.
“Finish up your drink and I’ll bring another two over to the both of you, alright?”
“Thank you.” I knocked back the last mouthful and proceeded over to the table with my seemingly infatuated friend. I could tell this because she often would twist a lock of her hair between two fingers as she spoke to someone she liked.
“Hey there, who’s your new friend?” I asked as I pulled out a seat and sat down.
“This is Eko. He’s visiting from out of town.”
Eko turned to look at me up and down. “And who might this fine mare be?”
“This is my friend, Scarlett,” Amethyst said.
“I say, that’s a delightful shade of pink you have,” he added.
I loved the shade of my coat and everything about it. Easy to accessorize, a lot of colours went well with it, but literally the only down side to the slightly dark pink was that I had a hard time blushing. Even if I did, nopony could tell. I saw Crimson coming over to our table holding one glass by the rim and the other half way down. I didn’t think anything of it, and he put them down in front of Amethyst and I.
“One for you, and you, and I’ll be right back.” He hurried over to the bar and grabbed a pint glass of dark beer and sat down with us. “So who’s your friend’s friend?”
“I’m Eko,” he said. “Amethyst and I were just getting acquainted with each other.”
It was at this point Vinyl put the cups of her head phones up to her ears, reached down to her soundboard to flip a few switches and twist a few knobs. She pulled her microphone closer and turned it on.
“Alright everypony, it’s time to kick it up a notch. There’s a lot of us here so let’s turn up the heat shall we?”
There was a roar from those present, namely the ponies on the dance floor, and Vinyl put on ‘Welcome to the Club’. The whole building went from enjoying themselves, to ‘you-can-feel-the-jumping-across-the-street’.
Much to my bemusement, Amethyst chugged the drink Crimson bought her, cheered a big “WOOOOO!!!!” then ran off to the dance floor.
“Excuse me,” Eko said rather enthusiastically. “Time to enjoy a bit of dancing.”
I gave him a bit of an odd look, and Crimson shuffled around the table to get closer to me.
“Wanna go join them?”
“Well sure, but if I leave my drink it’ll get cleared.”
A grin appeared on his face. “Down it like Amethyst did, then come join me.”
He got up, kept his gaze on me, and walked backwards before he disappeared into the crowd of ponies.
’What the hell, I thought, I knocked back the drink and went to join my new friend and friend in a good night of dancing.
I don’t know at what point, but downing the drink so quickly after finishing the first moments before, it hit my system quite hard. I can drink easily enough, but because of my body size and type, liquor had more of a pronounced effect on me. Usually mares with a smaller frame and less body fat tend to get drunk more quickly because there isn’t as much body bass for it to get absorbed, essentially. Amethyst had built a bit of a tolerance because she drank so often, and frequent drinkers build up a level of tolerance where they would need slightly more to get drunk. Against a stallion as the same size as her, she could hold her own in a drinking contest.
Things started getting weird. My head began to swim after about an hour and I couldn’t see straight. Dancing made it worse, and trying to shout over to Amethyst I needed to sit down was fruitless over the volume of the music.
“You alright there?” Crimson asked.
“Y-yeah, I just need a seat and something to eat.”
“It’s not too late, there’s a couple of places still open that would serve hayfries and things. The grease will help. Lets get you some fresh air too. I’ll tell your friend you stepped out for a moment.”
I let him hold me up as we made our way outside because I couldn’t stand up straight, and I tripped over my own feet and knocked myself out on something.
All that greeted me when I woke up was a splitting headache, almost like a lumberjack had used my head as the splitting block for chopping a piece of wood in half.
’I’m never drinking that much ever again,’ I told myself through the haze of pain as I found myself laying spread-eagled on the bed. It was weird, even though I had two drinks felt like I had 20. Note to self: Make sure I’m aware of how much is going into me.
I said that to myself every time I woke up from having gone out to drink at the Canterlot bars and nightclubs the following saturday morning, but the very next weekend I would get dressed, don my favourite scarf, and do it all over again. In hindsight it’s funny, but at the same time I needed to moderate how much I was drinking.
I tried getting out of bed to have a nice, hot shower, but when I went to pull my right arm over to get out of bed, I was greeted by yet more pain as I nearly pulled my arm out of its socket. I lay back down with a grimace and rolled my shoulder to soothe the pain, that’s when I checked my other arm. Turning the opposite wrist in place, I found that it too was tied down by what felt like rope. I tried calling out for help, but all I managed was a high-pitched squeal as my parched throat struggled to emit noises.
Opening my eyes didn’t do me any favours either. While they were open and could feel them blinking on command, I couldn’t see anything. Panic set in as my heart started racing. My feet were bound too, and I couldn’t move them either. Whatever I was laying on was comfy, so I arched my back to the best of my ability to try and unfurl my wings.
Not surprisingly, I couldn’t. I felt something restricting my ability to unfurl my feathery appendages. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as the rope holding my arms and legs down, but I could feel it wrap around my midsection.
I was Celestia-only-knows where, tied up, blindfolded, and, wait… Yup, I still had everything on I left the house with when I went out. At least I could feel it, the clothes that is. My memory of what happened was rather fuzzy, but I tried my best to piece together the details of last night.
I went to the club with Amethyst, we each met somepony, had a few drinks, and started dancing, but beyond that I can’t figure out what happened.
How much did I drink?
I don’t know how long it was after I woke before I heard a door opening. The thing over my eyes kinda prevented me from looking at clocks. Then again, I didn’t know if there would be any clock where I was.
Initially I heard one set of hooves walk in, and given I could only hear and smell things at that point, the two senses that weren’t restricted in any way, I heard one more, no, two more walk into the room. I then heard the door get shut and locked, causing my gut to drop with fear in what would happen next. I don’t know why the door would need to be locked, but it couldn’t be good after the fact.
Nopony said anything. I just lay in my vulnerable position, breath hitched, helplessly awaiting what would come. I heard a few dull noises, akin to what would be the three in front of me nudging each other hitting each other jovially with the back of their hands.
“I told you boys I could do it,” one voice said. “Ain’t no mare I can’t get.”
“Tschk,” another retorted. “Call me when you get Luna or Celestia. That’s two plots I wouldn’t mind drumming on all night long, but I suppose this mare will do. Pity she’s already reddish-pink, means I’m gonna have to work harder to make her flank turn red.”
‘Wait, what?’ “Who are you!?” I managed to bellow through my parched throat. “Why am I here?” I began frantically pulling at my restraints, arching my back in an another failed attempt to flare my wings to try flying away. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain envelop the entire right side of my face, the resounding *smack* echoed throughout the room.
The slap caused me to lay deathly still, my breathing catching on every exhale as I tried not to cry from the sudden pain.
“Do you two want to have your promised fun, or do you want to wait for either Luna or Banana Butt?” the one that sounded like he was in charge, asked.
“Why did you call Celestia, ‘Banana Butt’?” one of the other two asked.
“Well, she’s gotta keep her fruit somewhere. Now, which one of you wants first go on the fresh meat?”
“Uhm, pardon the stupid question but what can’t we do?”
“You can do anything you’d like, just make sure you’d want it done to you in return. If you don’t like it, don’t do it. Simple as that.”
“Crimson, you’re bi, we’re not. Of course that’s easy for you to say.”
“I’m right here, you know!” I bellowed. “Can I get some water, please, if that’s not to much to ask?”
“Well we all know you are, but soon enough you’ll become an object of pleasure above anything; nothing more than a tool to be used.” Finishing that statement, I heard the crinkle of a plastic water bottle as the pop-top entered my mouth. I pulled it with my teeth and began sucking down that delicious fluid.
Wait, Crimson? As in, the Crimson Skies from the bar last night? “Crimson Skies?” I asked.
“Hah, so you do remember my name!”
“Dude, are you serious!? You told her your name!” one of his buddies replied with incredulity.
“Relax, she won’t remember anything after I’m done here. This is how I do things; drug the mares at the bar then feign protecting them, then make them forget everything with a little mind eraser charm. How do you think I keep doing this?”
By now I was becoming increasingly anxious at my circumstance, shifting in place and rolling my joints to stop them from cramping.
I felt a hand on my stomach, on top of my blouse as one of the owners fingers flicked at the fabric. “If she’s tied up, how are we supposed to get her clothes off?”
“No, no no!!!” I don’t know why it took me this long to guess their intentions. Possibly the dehydration? “Please don’t!” I began panicking, yet again pulling at my restraints with renewed vigour as the table I was strapped to began shaking from my efforts. As I did that, I got the instinct to press my thighs together in an attempt to try and delay the insinuated inevitable.
Above the noise I was making, I only just heard somepony say “May I?” followed by two hoofsteps, then another lance of pain made itself known on the left side of my face.
Immediately I stopped struggling. Clearly I wasn’t going anywhere, and the combination of panic and fear caused a few tears to well up in the corners of my eyes. Thank Celestia I had the blindfold on or they would have seen the tears roll down my cheek. It didn’t, however, stop them hearing the sniffles.
“Hold off for now guys. Just because I’m good at what I do doesn’t mean I’m completely void of empathy. Let her calm down then we’ll come back.”
A duo of resounding “Ugh!”s echoed throughout the room. The door was unlocked, opened, then shut, locked again from the other side. Alone, all I could do is take Crimson’s advice and try to calm down.
God, how stupid must I have been to fall for this? I didn’t think that having a drink from somepony would lead to this, yet here I am.
Bound....
Blindfolded...
The longer I took a moment to reflect, the more clear it became. My nature as a person seemed reliant on following directions from others. My job was the epitome of that; following orders and demands from Suri and the other designers. Looking back on things, I always did what the teachers asked of me, as well as my parents. They said I was a good little girl. Because of how I was brought up is affecting me at this very moment, it looked like it’s going to culminate in this room. I didn’t know whether or not I should resist, or if my character as a whole would enjoy something that’s simply in my nature.
The thought of being taken advantage of like this made me stir, pressing my thighs together again. One part of me wanted to get laid, the other part wished it had been in better circumstances. It had been a while, a good while to say the least. I had been so busy working for Suri and partying that I had completely glossed over the idea of banging.
It’s often said that clock watching makes time go slower. The same can be said for not having a source of time: It would drive you insane. Not knowing how much time had passed, something that felt like an eternity but would realistically be like ten or fifteen minutes, the door opened and Crimson strode back in with his two buddies.
I tried feigning being asleep.
“So, you calmed down enough so we can make good with you?”
I didn’t reply, just laid my head to one side, breathing as though I was asleep.
“Wake her up,” Crimson ordered.
“...how?” one of his cronies asked.
“However the fuck you want. Just wake her up.”
I saw the opportunity to spoil their fun. “I’m already awake, I just wanted to see what you would do,” I half giggled. My fun was very short lived as one of the two others came over to me and pinched my nose closed, and my head pulled back using my nose.
“I can hold this all day long. You, not so much.”
I held my breath for as long as I could, but eventually the lack of fresh air proved too much to handle and I had to gasp, inhaling sweet sweet air. I half expected him to do something, and found myself a tad confused when nothing happened.
“Good girl,” Crimson said from across the room. Now, shall we get you undressed?”
“P-please don’t…” I whimpered while my nose was still being held closed.
Ignoring my plea, I heard the metallic clinking of an all too familiar item. “No, please don’t do that, I don’t have anything else on me to wear!”
“When you wake up you’ll be back in your house,” was all Crimson said as he unbuttoned the top of my pants and slid the zip down, exposing the blue frill of my panties. “Oohhh, my favourite colour is blue, you made the right decision in terms of lingerie, my dear.” I had no idea what the other two were doing, aside that one was half preventing me from breathing. I could only keep my mouth open, panting heavily as I shuffled around on the spot.
Even though he could see me struggling, at the end of the day Crimson didn’t care what I was doing, so long as I couldn’t move while tied up. He cut through the bottom of the zip, and down the pant legs, not quite on the inside leg but close enough for the metal of the heavy scissors to be tantalizingly cold. The tips of the sharp implement brushed against the fabric covering my crotch, and I felt my breath hitch. Usually this would have been a short exhale through my nose, but it came out as a sharp gasp.
“Mmmmm~” Crimson cooed at the sound of my gasp. He came back up to cut the other pant leg, and in doing so mashed his whole hand against my entrance. I could already feel it growing sensitive, and at that moment I felt the hands of the third pony present run themselves down my midsection, stopping at the base of my blouse.
The digits begam worming their way up my shirt, against my skin. They got to my belly button before the fingertips curled, lightly dragging the nails down the skin through my pink coat. I’ve always loved that sensation, fingers giving my skin a deep tissue massage of sorts. The rough feeling always made me feel safe and secure in addition to sending that marvellous tingling sensation up and down my spine, but that did little to quell the worry of the situation.
The other hand of the stallion standing behind me brushed against my neck, which tickled slightly. Short lived, it found its way onto one of my breasts where it began to softly squeeze the fleshy mound.
This time I wasn’t squirming in discomfort and worry. The whole situation, despite being entirely against my will, had become so sensual from the touching, I gave a moan of pleasure before the hand pulled away.
“See now, it’s not so bad. Sex doesn’t have to be unpleasant, just relax and enjoy it, darling,” spoke the stallion whom had dragged his nails down my stomach for the third time. By now Crimson had completely cut off my pants, and the unnamed Shirt Stallion grabbed the base of my shirt, and, with a hard tug, ripped the shirt in half, save a few inches towards the top. Not deterred, he simply tore the rest of it off and used the scissors to cut down the arms before pulling both shredded pants and shirt out from under me.
“Why didn’t you…” I began gasping at the prospect of being semi-naked in front of three stallions that were about to do the (not entirely) unwanted dirty way with me. “Scissors?”
“Hush up,” Shirt Stallion ordered. “It’s more fun this way. By the way, you have some delightful knickers. Too bad they’re going to have to come off too,” he taunted. “But first, I’m going to have some fun.”
“I’ll stand over here,” Crimson said. I didn’t know where he went, but I heard his steps. Shirt Stallion went to the base of the table I was on and began fiddling with the waistband of my panties, pulling them out and letting them snap back against me. I began panting like a dog at the teasing.
At one point he pulled the fabric covering my opening out, letting itt snap hard against my pussy, causing me to shake and shudder with pleasure. A knuckle pressed itself against the fabric as he pressed hard against my growing arousal. He slid it up and down a few times, settling higher up and kneading it against my clit.
“Please don’t, I’ll do anything, just please not this,” I begged. I couldn’t help but try at least. I don’t know who I was fooling, begging just made things worse for myself. The more excited I became, the wetter my slit grew. The stallions still holding my nose for reasons unknown put a hand on my cheek and stroked it with a thumb. It was only then did I knew what he planned on doing.
I felt something brush against my forehead, over my blindfold, nose and my lips. I knew full well what it was, but what scared me was not knowing how big it was, or if I would be able to fit it. Well, more like not knowing if he would be able to put it all in my mouth. Shirt Stallion kissed the crotch of my damp knickers, lightly inhaling the musk I was giving off. He got the scissors and snipped the bands of elastic that was holding them up, but he didn’t pull them down.
Instead, me gave my sensitive nub a firm smack, making me squeal in a mixture of pain and pleasure. That was all Nose Stallion needed. With my mouth as wide as it is from all the teasing and taunting, he shoved the first few inches of his cock into my mouth, being careful of my teeth.
I tried protesting by pushing back against it with my tongue to get it out.
"You don't have to do anything, just let this happen."
I didn’t really have much of a choice. I’m tied up, helpless, I can’t see anything, and the more I dwell on it after the fact the more I find myself… dare I say, enjoying it. Is it rape if I’m actually beginning to like taken advantage of? I never thought something like this would make me want more, but I blame my submissive nature.
Shirt Stallion dragged his fingers down my stomach again, only this time he pulled down the flap he cut out of my panties and roughly pulled them away, exposing my damp marehood. He blew gently against it, making me moan against the shaft inside my mouth, causing the attached stallion to groan from the vibrations too. He let go of my nose, and I quickly inhaled as much air as I could before he put both hands on my cheeks, tilting my head back even more to give him better access to my throat as he took his time sliding into my mouth.
Down below, the other stallion slid a finger into my pussy to tease my walls. He trailed circles just in the inside, and oh by Celestia if I could speak I would have told him to stick it in. He did eventually, adding a second finger as they curled inside to press against a cluster of nerves the previous ponies I was with seemed to have missed. I knew there was a g-spot, but this seemed entirely new. He dug both fingers against it and, through the blindfold, my eyes widened in shock as I felt myself almost about to orgasm. He dug his fingers in hard enough that I rose my pelvis in reflex as the pleasure crescendo hit.
I would have screamed at the orgasm, but it only caused the cock in my mouth to slide down even further, cutting off my ability to breathe. All the struggling and sudden lack of oxygen, accompanied when the orgasm hit almost made me pass out. Thankfully the stallion pulled out of my mouth and the other wiped his fingers on my inner thigh. Even though the cock didn’t hit the back of my throat, I wondered how much I could take.
I lay there gasping for breath as I felt my cum on my leg, and the combination of heat and pleasure from my orgasm still emanating from the g-spot.
“Now, if I untie you, you won’t hurt us,” Crimson said.
I had to think about that sentence for a while. It sounded like a question, but it came across as an order. “Y-yes, sir,” I weakly replied. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart. Also, we’re all going to have turns with you.”
I didn’t… I didn’t know what to say.
My arms and legs became loose from their binds, and someone didn’t hesitate to yank me forward and pin my arms behind my back as more rope tied my wrists together. Someone grabbed my hair and pulled me onto the floor, holding me there as I heard a rattling and clinking of something.
“Open wide, you soon-to-be-slut.”
I hesitated for a few seconds, but then hesitantly opened my mouth. As soon as it was opened, Crimson wasted no time in jamming something in. Metal, the sudden intrusion made it jarr against my teeth as I shook my head as best as I could with it still being held in place by a clump of hair. The thing twisted, forcing my mouth open. I felt a cool rush of air run over my tongue, and I traced the metal thing with it too.
“Just so you can’t, or don’t accidentally, bite us. Now, who wants what?”
“I wanna finish with her mouth,” Nose Stallion said.
“I like tight things,” Shirt Stallion added.
“Which leaves me with the pussy,” Crimson finished.
That second one. What?
I would find out momentarily. I was pulled by the hair so I was squatting instead of kneeling as I let out a light scream from the pain. My legs forced apart, I felt someone shuffle underneath me.
“Skyline?” your move.
The stallion dubbed as Nose Stallion, now known by the name of Skyline, put his hands on my shoulders from behind and knelt behind me. I felt his cock press against the small of my back while Crimsons dick pressed itself against my clit. I felt the pressure against there, and my breathing picked up, knowing what was to come next. The unnamed Shirt Stallion put his cock barely inside my mouth, and the three of them held themselves at all my holes.
Crimson took the initiative and started sliding into my pussy, causing me to quiver and moan/protest as best I could through the o-ring gag. My warm breath hurriedly wafted over the penis eagerly waiting its turn. I heard the stallion let out a soft moan as I felt the soft, fleshy appendage invade my mouth. I could taste a thin, slightly salty-sweet fluid as it leaked from the tip of the stallions cock, providing just enough moisture to my parched mouth, much to the pleasure of the stallion. The drink from before helped moisten my lips and mouth, but not completely as he would most likely have bottomed out by now.
“Dude, lube for me? Can’t expect me to buttfuck this bitch dry.”
“Just behind you.”
I heard a little pop of a lid and the soft, wet slathering noise as Skyline applied it to his dick. Using two fingers, he applied some of the cold gel to my puckered tailhole, teasing me with a light peck on the nape of my neck as he did so, and I flinched at the cold temperature.
Skylines cock pressed itself against my ass, his hands holding my waist as he pulled me down onto him. I squealed through the gag and the cock half in my mouth as his unexpectedly massive cock impaled my ass.
“Oohhh, this one is tight!” he exclaimed.
‘Judging by Crimson and cock-in-mouth, I’m pretty sure you’re just bigger than average,’ I thought. He said he liked tight things, but I can say it’s not the individual that’s tight.
I felt Nose Stallion’s hands hands on my cheeks, holding my head in place as he slid his meat stick further, deeper into my mouth. Using this as their cue, Crimson out his hands on my thighs and pulled me down on him, sliding deeper into my cunt while Skyline began pushing himself into my anus.
Hands tied behind my back, bent forward slightly to expose enough of my plot to the stallion behind, and to get enough of the cock down my throat, they all started out slowly but began to quicken their paces.
I shut my eyes, clamping my eyelids together tighter as a vice as the stallion using my mouth crept his way further in with each thrust. He didn’t quite go all in, he only thrust in half his cock to begin with. Because of my position in relation to Crimson and Skyline, whenever one of them pulled out the other one slid back in. It was a constant game of in and out with both holes. One would get ploughed while I felt the empty void of either hole. Secretly, I wanted it back in there when it left.
Skyline decided to become a bit more aggressive, and dug his fingertips into my waist, and, with one hard, quick motion, he bottomed his thick, massive cock in my ass. I had never, ever felt this full in my entire life, and I’ve had anal before. The thickness filling every void felt so fucking good, despite the circumstance. The thrust inadvertently launched me forward, and my eyes widened to rival the size of Luna’s moon as I felt the cock in my mouth hit the back of my throat.
“Oohhh, eager for more are you?”
I just mumbled and gurgled around the veiny meat, and he began actually pushing down into my throat. Thankfully he was gentle about it and didn’t make me vomit, something told me he had done this before if he knew how not to trigger my gag reflex. My thought of him being gentle were short lived when he passed my gag reflex and forcefully shoved the rest of his cock down my throat, cutting off my air supply. Crimson took the opportunity to bottom out too, the tip of his cock head nearly hitting my cervix. Usually if that happened it would be rather painful, but stopping just shy of it felt fantastic.
“Just a little more, guys,” Crimson said.
I wondered what that could possibly mean, they had all filled me to the brim with three cocks, and oh by Celestia’s flanks the pleasure was flooding my mind. It was because of that I didn’t realise that none of them had one-hundred percent had their cocks in me. All that was left was their medial rings and the extra inch or so.
“All together, fuck her like no tomorrow then fill her until she pops.”
In that instance, my existence boiled down to one word. Toy. Like a little colt, these three were playing with me, using me, and doing whatever they wanted with me without any hesitations for the most part. Being degraded to this felt… Fuck, I’m not gonna lie. My whole life was readying me for this moment, and while some warning would have been good, having been conditioned for this made me actually enjoy it.
I felt every bump and vein of the stallions cock in my mouth, using my tongue to trace the main vein of the penis and any others as the blood pulsed through it, pumping in and out of my mouth as it made my throat bulge ever so slightly.
Crimson had it slightly easier. Because I was getting extremely turned on, my pussy was thoroughly lubed up from my own juices. He was hitting so many nerve clusters that others hadn’t, I had several small orgasms and the resulting cum helped to lube up the way. I couldn’t tell because my face was too occupied, but I could confidently say a pool of mare juices would be collecting on Crimson’s crotch.
Skyline was a completely different story. He was treating my plot like Crimson was my snatch. I could hear him grunting and panting over the others, and I can certainly get why he’d like tight holes. The stallions I had anal with before were of average size, with them it was eased in with slow thrusts. Fuck, I felt like my ass was being torn open, and I loved it. The pain was just in the right mixture with pleasure to make me want the experience again. It released so many endorphins into my body that I was beginning to become overwhelmed by them.
The three stallions abusing my lithe form sped up, thrusting faster, faster. I could feel the friction building up in my ass and pussy, but my attention was diverted back to the one using my mouth. I felt the head of his cock pulse, but that wasn’t from the blood pumping through him. No, I felt his cock head flare, and he could only go so far in before the momentary extra girth from being flared prevented him from completely burying himself in my mouth. A couple inches shy of the medial ring, he wrapped his arms around my head and held himself there.
“OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING!” he shouted, and cum he did.
A thick, hot load hit the back of my throat. While this one did hit my gag reflex, it didn’t make me want to expel it. I tried to keep everything down as my mouth became full of his cum. I was gurgling on the amount of cum, and I could feel the hot seen leak out the side of my mouth and roll down my chin and neck.
“Be a good girl and swallow, I ain’t pulling out until you do.” I really needed to breathe, I was ready to pass out from lack of oxygen. Tentatively, I managed to gulp down a small amount, but my need for oxygen forced me to swallow the salty drink faster than I would have liked. I didn’t get the chance to savour it, sadly.
It was about a minute before Crimson and Skyline wordlessly announced they were about to erupt too. At the same time, for the first time, they both simultaneously shoved their lubed up cocks into my asshole and cunt. The feeling, oh sweet merciful Celestia the feeling of being so full, three glorious stallion cocks burying themselves inside all fuckable orifices was the most indescribable feeling ever.
I could feel Crimson’s load, and unlike the short bursts of his friend in my mouth, he emptied himself with a one long stream of cum like a fire hose. His medial ring sealed up everything, and the sheer amount of cum put pressure on my cervix, and I could feel it coat my insides thoroughly.
The stallion that finished in my mouth, with a heave and a pant, pulled himself out. I chicked and gagged and gasped for air, my mouth still wide open as I dry heaved. My mouth still coated with cum, I could only lick it clean and swallow the remnants.
Skyline, while good at buttfucking, I wouldn’t feel his load. I could still feel the warmth it gave off, but knowing that three guys had just emptied their balls into me like a cum bucket was good enough of a reason to want more.
When the twitching of their cocks subsided, very slowly they pulled out, careful not to let anything get out. I was thankful I wasn’t in heat, or this would go from ‘fantasy-I-didn’t-know-I-had’ to ‘OH, SHIT!’ a couple months down the track.
They unceremoniously let me slump to the floor once they all got up, and I curled up into the foetal position with my hands still bound behind my back.
“I gotta say Crimson, this mare really seemed to get into it. She wasn’t like the other ones that gave us a hard time by putting up a fight.”
“Now it’s time to get cleaned up, wouldn’t you agree?”
I felt a bit pleased to hear the word ‘clean’ in this sense. I really, really needed a shower. My hopes were dashed when I felt one of them grab my hair to wipe off anything that would have been on their member, and while still gasping for air, Crimson said; “Clean me.” followed my the head of his cock sliding through the ring gag. I tasted a mixture of heavy musk, presumably my own, and both sweet and salty juices of both our combined fluids. He gave a quick in and out and I managed to get most of the stuff off.
Someone unclasped the buckle holding the gag in place, and I was thankful to gain the ability of closing my mouth back. I just lay there, on the floor, having three full loads of gloriously hot cum shot into me. Despite being kidnapped and raped, fuck me I wanted them to continue. I was likely to go home and ask Amethyst to dominate me.
The last stallion elected to wipe his cock of its juices on my face. While I was in no position to object, I didn’t really care at the same time.
“Skyline, prepare the mind eraser and get this bitches handbag. After she passes out we’re going to clean her up and take her home.”
How did he know where I lived anyway? I heard shuffling and the clinking of glass and fluids pouring, then a hand grabbed my chin and pulled my mouth open. A nasty liquid entered my mouth, but before I could react the hand clamped itself over my mouth while the other lightly rubbed at me oesophagus. I was forced to swallow the nasty drink, whatever it was. Then, I heard the familiar sound of a different liquid in a bottle swish around.
“Open wide you cum bucket,” Skyline said. I felt a splash of something on my face, and some got up my nose. This was at least ninety-proof apple moonshine, and they were wantonly pouring it into my mouth. Why? I didn’t know.
“After a chug that Amethyst would be shocked at, the bottle was removed.
“There you go,” he said. “One mind erasing potion, and enough liquor to give you a hangover. You’ll wake up drunk in your own bed, thinking you passed out from drinking too much. You won’t remember anything that happened here either,” Skyline finished as he untied the rope holding my hands behind my back.
The potion must have been fast acting, because I was already half asleep by the time the trio closed the door behind them. I was quickly overcome with sleep, laying in a mixture of four different combinations of cum from myself and my three captives.
I was used, abused, kidnapped and raped. While I enjoyed it, a subconscious statement nudged its way into my dazed mind as I fell asleep.
I was objectified to the fullest extent and I wanted to do it again.