> The Cutie Mark Crusaders' New Lives
>  by theponycaptorproject
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> Abducted
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“So, did he say what kind of cutie mark problem his son has?” Scootaloo asked the friend walking to her right. Apple Bloom shrugged slightly.
“Yeah, kind of. He said something about a cutie mark for making ponies happy, but he was really vague about it. Makes sense I guess, if he knew what it was, he wouldn’t need us after all.”
“Well whatever it is, I’m sure we can handle it.” Scootaloo’s head swiveled left to respond to her other friend.
“Of course,” Scootaloo said beaming, “We haven’t failed yet.” They walked for a bit longer before a thought occurred to Scootaloo. “Hey, why haven’t we met this Chip yet? There aren’t any other schools for miles.”
“Apparently, they just moved to town. I hadn’t really seen the stallion before either.” Apple Bloom responded. Scootaloo nodded. 
“Ah, ok.” Looking up she saw a house at the end of the block that looked right. “Hey is that it?” It was a fairly unassuming place with a soft white paint job, the yard was well taken care of compared to the neighboring houses, and childrens’ toys were scattered on the lawn. The was a cart out front with a bundle of blankets piled in the back. 
“Yup, looks like it.” Apple Bloom confirmed. The three of them strode up to the front door and did their best to look professional as Scootaloo knocked on the door. The neighborhood was oddly empty for this time of day, but given that there were only a few other houses the girls doubted it ever got very lively here. There was a short pause before the girls heard hoofsteps approach the door. It was answered by a gentle looking white earth pony.
“Oh, you must be the crusaders. Wonderful! My name is Tinker and my little one is with his mother buying groceries at the moment, but you are welcome to come in for a snack while you wait for him.” He looked nice enough, and he gave them a warm smile.
“Oh, don’t mind if we do.” Scootaloo said with a grin. She’d skipped breakfast to go on a morning job with Rainbow Dash. Tinker gestured for the to follow him into the house, and led them down a long entry hallway past a door that seemed to lead into the ground floor bedroom. He stopped by the dinner table in the house’s small dining room, and pulled out a chair for Sweetie Belle who politely smiled in thanks. 
The other girls all took their seats. Their host stepped into the next room to grab them a bite to eat, and the girls made themselves comfortable. As they waited for Tinker to come back with their snacks a thought crossed Scootaloo’s mind. She leaned in to whisper to Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. 
“Does anything seem odd to you about the walk over here?”
“What do you mean?” Sweetie asked.
“We didn’t see anypony for the last few blocks. I thought maybe everyone was just inside, but thinking back, I don’t think the yards were taken care of. If you have a foal, why would you move to a mostly empty part of town.” Scootaloo’s brow scrunched up in thought. “Come to think of it, how did he even hear about us if he just moved into town?” What had started with her just being curious about some odd things she’d noticed was actually starting to scare Scootaloo. Did anypony even know they were here? She’d told her parents she was going to go help a colt, but she suddenly couldn’t remember if she’d mentioned where.
“Maybe he specifically asked if there was somepony in town that could help him.” Sweetie Belle suggested, snapping Scootaloo’s attention back to her own question. “If his son has been having trouble for a while then it makes sense that he’d be looking for a solution.”
“My little Dip is going to be so pleased to meet the three of you.” Tinker said as he laid out some juice and a bowl of chips onto the table, the same kind smile on his face. The girls jumped, they’d been caught up in their whispered conversation and hadn’t heard him reenter the room.
“Dip? I thought your son’s name was Chip?” Sweetie asked, suddenly sharing Scootaloo’s discomfort. There was a slight pause before he responded.
“That’s what I said little filly. Now you three drink your juice, he’ll be home soon.” The stallion’s soft smile never left his face, but to the girls it was beginning to look wrong, artificial.
Apple Blooms heart was racing by this point. She looked to either side of her to fine the other girls shared her same uncomfortable expression. Something was not right here. “Hey listen Mr. Tinker, we really didn’t mean to pop in on you when you were home alone. We can come back later if we’re bothering you.”
“Oh, it’s no bother they’ll be back in around a half an hour, now drink up.” He responded, his eyes flicking between the girls and the drinks he’s poured them. Apple Bloom pushed her drink towards the middle of the table and stood.
“Well see about that, I forgot that I was supposed to do chores with my sister Applejack in about an hour, and my friends promised to help me. So, we won’t have time to help your son by the time he gets back.” Tinker’s eyebrows furrowed briefly, but his expression popped back into place as he nodded.
“I understand, another day then. Let me walk you three to the door.” Tinker turned towards the hallway leading back outside, and gestured for the girls to follow.
“Thank you for the snacks and everything. We’re sorry we have to up and leave like this, but sis’ll be mad that I forgot my chores.” Apple Bloom chuckled nervously as she led the group back to the front door.
“Oh, it’s alright. I understand how older siblings can be.” Tinker responded, his now familiar smile seeming just a bit strained.
As they walked down the hallway and crossed by the door to the bedroom two figures leapt out from inside the door, a brown stallion tackling Sweetie Belle and a black one pinning down Scootaloo. Before Apple Bloom had a chance to respond, Tinker had crossed the gap of the hallway and knocked her to the ground.
“Get off me! Help! Helmmphf!” Sweetie’s attempts to scream were cut off as the stallion holding her covered her mouth with his hoof. Sweetie Belle tried to bite down on the hoof but it did nothing but make her teeth hurt. Apple Bloom had her face shoved into the floor, and her forehooves yanked uncomfortably behind her. She attempted to pull them back in front of her, but the stallion was too strong, and soon her hooves were tied together. She opened her mouth to scream like Sweetie Belle had, but as she did so a white cloth was stuffed over her nose and mouth, with a strong smell to it. Immediately her head and eyesight went hazy. The same thing was happening to Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.
Sweetie Belle thrashed around, trying to throw the stallion on top of her of, but his grip was too strong. Her efforts slowly weakened as her vision began to darken. Just as she was losing consciousness, her attacker leaned down to her ear.
“Just go to sleep, that’s it. We’re going to have so much fun when you wake up.”
> A Predictably Broken Promise
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Sweetie Belle awoke surrounded by blackness. There was a sharp pain shooting through her head, disorienting her. She felt like she was lying on the floor or something. Did she fall asleep at the clubhouse again? ‘That’s odd,’ she thought to herself. She attempted to stand, but something was holding her forelegs together, and she almost fell back down. When she felt she had a more stable standing position she moved her hooves experimentally, and heard the rattle of chains. ‘Am I…tied up?’ Suddenly her kidnapping came flooding back to her, and her breathing became panicked. ‘No no no no!’ She screamed in her head. With as much force as she could manage, Sweetie yanked her hoofs toward her. There was a loud clang as she realized the cuffs around her hooves where chained to the floor.
‘Stay calm!’ She tried desperately to slow her breathing. ‘Stay calm, you won’t get anywhere by panicking.’ Immediately she tried to assess her situation. Something was wrapped around her eyes; a blindfold would explain why it was so dark. She could feel something in her mouth, jammed in between her teeth with a strap round her head holding it in place. She ran her tongue along the back of it and it tasted like rubber. Sweetie Belle was still very young with basically no experience in sex so she had no idea that this was a ball gag, but she didn’t have to be a genius to figure out that it was meant to keep her quiet.
“Looks like she’s awake.” Sweetie’s ears flared up attentively and her heart began to hammer at her chest as she heard the approaching hoofsteps of whoever had just spoken. A door closed some distance away.
“What a sight! She really is a cutie.” Sweet Belle tilted her ears to the voice. Now that they were closer Sweetie could tell that there were two individuals coming close to her. The first stopped a few strides away from her, and the second came around to the other side of her. She felt a pressure release from the back of her head, and she was greeted by searing light. After blinking away the disorientation a bit Sweetie Belle realized that it wasn’t actually that much light at all, she was just unused to it. The room she was in was actually quite dark. It was a decently sized room. The floor she was chained to was padded with blankets to keep it soft, the walls were a blank grey, but there was some natural light filtering in from…she supposed they could be called windows despite how small they were, and it lit the room enough at least for her to see her captors. 
There were two of them in the room with her. The black pegasus that had been pinning down Scootaloo earlier, and a brown unicorn she didn’t recognize but guessed must have been the one that had held her down. The brown one was behind her, and she had to strain her neck to look back at him. The black one stood a distance away seemingly drinking in the image of Sweetie Belle, legs tied together and gag forced in her mouth. Sweetie didn’t understand his looks and just looked back at him, the fear she felt making her tear up a little. She tried to plead through her gag, but the only sounds she made were unintelligible.
“I think it’s time we introduced ourselves to our cute little guest,” The black one said, nodding to his companion. The other stallion, taking the hint, spoke up as well: “Umber” The first stallion rolled his eyes at the curt introduction, “And I am Onyx, pleased to meet you.” Sweetie again tried to speak through her gag.
“I think she’s trying to say something.” The Umber, who was still behind her, laughed. Leaning over her shoulder until his ear was next to her mouth, his body overwhelming hers, he asked, “What is it little filly?”
“Ad oo yo ant wam me?!” She was terrified of the answer but right now all she wanted was to know why she as here.
“What’d she say?” he asked clearly confused.
“What do you want from me?” Onyx translated for her. Upon hearing this the brown stallion laughed. Suddenly Sweetie felt something, a hoof sliding up her back leg to her…. Her eyes shot wide open.
“We want this sweetheart.” The stallion chuckled. Sweetie Belle began to frantically shake her head, and gave a muffled protest as her eyes began to tear up. She pulled at her restraints, trying to free herself. Rarity hadn’t told her much about sex, she had wanted Sweetie to discover it for herself, but she had told Sweetie Belle about rape. She tried to plead with them through the gag.
“What’s that? No?” Sweetie Belle could feel something hard pressed against her backside, and her protests became panicked whines. “Well that’s too bad little one, because it’s going to happen whether you want it to or not.” She felt his cock find her entrance and it poked at it a bit. Her whines had descended into full on sobbing now, her chest and shoulders shaking as she cried. Satisfied with his torment, the stallion took the plunge.
The ball gag had done wonders at impairing Sweetie Belle’s speech, but it really didn’t stop much sound from getting through. That became abundantly clear when Umber finally thrust into her for the first time. There was no mercy in this action, he made no attempt to ease her into it, his first thrust was as violent as his last would be. The scream that Sweetie Belle let out was deafening. She had never had sex before, never even masturbated yet, and she was a very small filly. So, when Umber rammed into her, he ripped away every trace of her virginity. 
Umber slammed his cock into her over and over, picking up speed as he did so. He couldn’t help it, she felt so good. Her vaginal walls griped him tightly, and her furious struggles did nothing more than undulate her body under him. He gripped her around her shoulders to give him more leverage as he hammered into her as hard as he could. As he continued, her body caught up to what was happening she slowly became wet making it feel even better for him. 
It was less pleasant for Sweetie Belle. While the pain had mostly subsided by this point, she couldn’t stop crying. Sweetie just couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that this was happening to her. She’d spent too much time around Rarity and had picked up her sister’s love of romanticism. She always imagined losing her virginity to a cute colt from class. He’d court her, take her on a few romantic dates, and be a general sweet heart. After a few dates, she’d invite him to the CMC clubhouse, when the other girls weren’t around of course, and she’d show her colt a good time. It would be romantic, it would be pleasurable, and it would be her choice. Instead she was tied up in a basement who-knows-where, being painfully fucked by a stallion old enough to be her father. That’s when a dark thought entered her mind.
‘What if he cums inside me?! Am I old enough to get pregnant? Oh, please pull out when you’re done, please.’ Whatever happened, she just wanted to be able to put this behind her, to go home to her parents and Rarity and let them make this better. They could make this better, right? If she was pregnant, there would be no hope of leaving this behind her.
Umber was never a stallion that lasted long when fucking a new unwilling filly. He could feel himself getting close and his pace became more erratic. Her warm folds wrapped around him was just too much. With a final pump, he hilted into her and released everything he had. Sweetie Belle felt her heart stop as she felt his seed fill her. She sobbed violently into her gag, praying she wouldn’t get pregnant from this. After the last bit of semen had been pumped into her body there was a silent moment between the three of them. The black stallion hadn’t moved the entire time, he’d just silently watched, and he continued to do just that. Umber and Sweetie Belle meanwhile where caught up in the aftermath, Umber trying to recover from one of the most powerful orgasms of his life, and Sweetie Belle trying to catch her breath. The crying had clogged up her nose so she had to suck in desperate gasps of air around her gag. After a few moments, she looked back at her rapist.
Still high on the euphoria he was feeling and still buried hilt deep in Sweetie, the stallion lazily glanced down at the tear strewn face looking back at him. Sweetie was breathing very hard, and desperately making whatever noises she could through the obstruction in her mouth. Catching on to what she meant, a trail of magic snaked its way to the back of Sweetie’s head and unlatched the gag. The rubber ball came loose with several trails of saliva connecting it to Sweetie’s mouth as he pulled it away.
“Please, you already *sniff* you got what you wanted right? Please let me leave now. I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just want to go home.”
The second stallion that up until now had just been watching moved toward her at that.
“Oh, but honey, I haven’t had a chance at you yet, and I can’t let you leave until I’ve had my fair turn.” Sweetie Belle failed to choke back a sob at that.
“Please no. I don’t want to do that again, please.”
“No not that again. Something different.” He said cupping her chin. His hoof briefly stroked her tear spattered cheek as Sweetie quietly sniffled. He moved so that he was standing over her swinging his dick next to her face. Sweetie Belle reflexively backed her head away. “If you want to go home you better get to work. I promise, make it good for me, and I’ll let you go home to your parents again. Do you know what you are supposed to do?” Sweetie Belle wasn’t entirely sure, but she had heard some of the other fillies talk about sucking their coltfriends’ dicks before, so she thought she had the right idea.
“I *sniff* think so yeah. You promise you’ll let me go home if I do this?” He nodded calmly. Sweetie knew she shouldn’t believe him, but she just wanted all of this to end, “Ok.” With that the stallion tilted his penis down to her mouth. What little composure Sweetie had managed to rebuild broke down again seeing another cock about to violate her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, hot tears flowing down her cheeks again. However, after a second, once she felt ready, she opened her mouth. 
Immediately the cock slid into her mouth. Unlike with the brown stallion, this one took his time. He let her decide the pace. When she realized he wasn’t just going to ram into her like the last one had, Sweetie dared to have a faint hope that this stallion might be different, that he might be a little nicer. Maybe he would even keep his word and let her go when he was done. The poor filly didn’t know that Onyx, with his kind smile was the one that had planned every step of her kidnapping. She didn’t know that the real reason he was going slow was because, unlike his partner who was just looking for pussy to plow, willing or otherwise, he was looking for something else.
Once he had broken her completely he wouldn’t be able to get any more enjoyment out of her. If he was a more honest stallion then that would be when he kept his word and let her go home to her parents. However, he had spent a lot of effort trying to get her and her friends, as well as every other filly he had ever kidnapped. He liked to get repaid for his efforts. A young and cute filly like Sweetie could sell for quite the haul. Feeling her tongue wrapped unwillingly around his member, he smiled knowing that she was never going home, this was her life now.
She ran her tongue along his shaft hesitantly a few times, clearly not completely sure of what to do. Once she became accustomed to his cock being in her mouth she looked up at him, and he nearly blew his load right there. She had been wearing a little makeup to look cute for the colts at school, and the tears had smeared it, leaving distinct trails down her cheeks and lips. While her crying had died back down a bit, she really didn’t want to be doing this, and the misery on her face was still very clear. He was getting exactly what he had hoped for.
Sweetie slid her tongue along the shaft feeling its texture and testing the taste. It wasn’t unpleasant, and unlike before this wasn’t painful. In fact, if she wasn’t being forced to do it she might even be enjoying this. However, the feeling of filth was, if anything worse. Having to actually put a cock in her mouth, having to taste it, just made it clearer to Sweetie Belle how wrong it was of them to make her do this. Even if it was the nicer stallion this time. 
While Sweetie Belle was lost in thought, Umber finally pulled free from Sweetie’s vagina, eliciting a little *meep* from her. He back around in front of her and left through the door he came in without another word. Sweetie noticeably relaxed, she wasn’t sure she could trust Onyx, but she knew that Umber certainly couldn’t be, as cruel as he was. But now he was gone, and she was alone with Onyx. Maybe she could really get this to work, maybe she might get to see Rarity soon. Onyx had said he would let her go if she made this good for him, right? With that Sweetie redoubled her efforts. She’d heard girls brag about how deep they could take a penis. Do colts like it better deeper in? Mustering up her courage she eased Onyx’s penis in deeper, as deep as she could take it without throwing up. Every so often the stallion would toss her a little suggestion.
“Go a little slower honey. I know you want this to be over, but it’s not a race. Watch the teeth too. You haven’t gotten me with them yet, but that wouldn’t feel very good.” Sweetie made a little muffled noise in confirmation, and slowed her pace down. Her tongue was still exploring his penis, seeing what got a response. A well-timed lick to the tip made Onyx arch his back slightly, she was going to have to remember that. While she hadn’t been at it for very long, it was already becoming very messy. Her chin was covered in saliva.
“Hum a little every now and again please.” She looked up in confusion. “The vibrations feel really good.” He explained. Looking back down to focus on her work, Sweetie tried her best. The result was more funny than pleasurable, but Onyx didn’t care. He’d see to it that she had plenty of practice in the future.
Throughout all of this Onyx kept stroking Sweetie Belle’s hair, “Thank you honey. That feels really good.” Whenever she looked up at him, he would meet her teary eyes with a gentle smile. After a particularly satisfied sounding moan, he even leaned down and kissed her forehead. Young Sweetie Belle was clearly taking some comfort in his reactions, despite what he was making her do. Onyx could see the hesitant hope beginning to grow in her eyes, hope that he’d keep his word, and it took everything he had not to laugh. He was going to enjoy yanking the rug out from under her.
By now Sweetie had gotten the hang of it, and was lightly bobbing her head and occasionally swirling her tongue along the tip. Every time she got a positive reaction, she tried to recreate it. She was just learning, but she was picking it up fast. Soon Onyx’s hooves tightened their squeeze on her head, “It’s coming soon dear get ready.” Sweetie’s face screwed up at the thought of that goop getting in her mouth and she tried to pull away, but wasn’t very successful. Onyx moaned as he came. His dick was still halfway in Sweetie’s mouth when it started, which coated her tongue and throat in cum. She yanked her head away in disgust causing the last few jets to hit her face. She spat out what had made into her mouth.
“Am I done now?” Sweetie said pleadingly, cum still dripping off her chin and nose. Onyx rose, and looked down at her. 
“Yes dear, you are. That was the best suck I’ve had in years too, maybe not the most experienced but definitely the most satisfying.” She gave a weak smile, and pushed her chained forehooves towards him expectedly. With that Onyx smiled back at her, but a very different kind of smile to the ones he had been giving her, and turned towards the exit his partner had left through. It took Sweetie a second to catch on that he was just going to leave her tied up in that room.
“Wait! Don’t go!” Sweetie struggled wildly against her restraints. “You said you’d let me go home, you promised me. You promised! Nooo! Please let me go home!  PLEASE!” 
The door closed softly behind the stallion leaving Sweetie in the dark room, legs still tied together, cum still drying on her face and legs. The silence that followed was almost too much for Sweetie to bear.
> No Pony Can Hear You
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The cuff holding Apple Bloom’s left hoof hadn’t been secured properly. She noticed it was loose during her initial struggle after waking up. There were three cloth straps used to tighten the cuffs, and the first two hadn’t been tightened right. Lacking any other escape method, Apple Bloom was trying to just yank her hoof free. Using the full weight of her body, she pulled. Her left shoulder screamed in pain, but she ignored it as she felt the cuff beginning to slip.
Her hoof flew free of its restraint, and the young filly had to fight down a whoop of joy. Feeling that this would go faster if she could see, Apple Bloom set to work trying to untie her blindfold. She bent her head down to the floor, and tried to pinch the knot on the back of her head between the floor and her hoof. Not for the first time, Apple Bloom found herself wishing she had the magic or prehensile wings of her friends. Though, she supposed if she did, her captors would have restrained those as well. After a few minutes of fumbling, she felt the fabric begin to give, and she was greeted by her first look at her new surroundings. 
Blinking rapidly to clear her eyes, Apple Bloom did a quick scan of the room. It was a mostly bare room, about as big as her bedroom at home. The walls were concrete. There were two weak streams of light filtering in from slits at the top of the wall to her left that provided her with her only light. Straining her neck to look behind her, she could see a small table and a toilet in opposite corners of the back of the room, and she felt her heart race. ‘They obviously plan for me to be here a while.’ For some reason the one door out of the room had been left open. Well, that would make things easier if she could get her legs free.
The cuffs were made from leather with two chains attached to each, one connecting the right cuff to the left with enough slack to allow her to stand, and the other attaching the cuff to the floor that barely let her lift her hoof a few inches before going taut. This made moving anything but her one free hoof difficult, but she could get this. She was so close to getting the first strap on the second cuff undone.
“Hey Tinker, sounds like this one’s awake too!” Apple Bloom jumped in surprise, and started yanking on the cuff desperately. Trying to just pull her leg free like she had the first one. ‘No, no, no! Not yet, I almost had it!’ The black pegasus stepped into the room, and Apple Bloom froze in place. The stallion raised an amused eyebrow at the sight of Apple Bloom’s interrupted escape attempt.
“Hey Tinker! You did a shit job tying her down.” After entering the room, he turned to wait for Tinker, who came in a short time after. Tinker walked over and bent down over the cuff. He was close enough that Apple Bloom could probably land a solid hit on his face with her free hoof, but her being unable to run away meant that was probably a bad idea.
“Should I start tying her leg back down?” Tinker asked, inspecting the cuff to see how she’d gotten her hoof free in the first place. ‘I got it free ‘cause you’re an idiot.’ Apple Bloom thought to herself.
“It really doesn’t matter, it’s not like she can go anywhere while we’re watching anyway. Before we start though, I’m going to take her gag out. The unicorn Umber and I fucked earlier had some delicious screams, but I could barely hear them through her gag.” Tinker shrugged.
They had to be talking about Sweetie Belle. What had they done to her that had made her scream? The color drained from her face, ‘What are they going to do to me?’
“Fine by me Onyx. It’s not like anypony’s going to hear her anyway.” Tinker said, standing back up, and making room for his companion. At least now she knew both of their names. They just made it that much easier for her to report them when she finally got out of here. The one named Onyx walked up toward Apple Bloom, and she felt his wing brush by the back of her head as the latch on her ball gag came loose. Apple Bloom wasted no time taking advantage of this.
“Help! Can somepony hear me? Help!” Apple Bloom screamed so loud that her throat hurt, but her captors didn’t even react. “Help! I’ve been kidnapped! Somepony please!”
“No pony is going to come rescue you little girl. There’s no pony but us for miles. Even if there was, see that door?” Onyx pointed back to the door he’d entered from. “When that’s shut, this room is completely sound proof. That’s the reason we had it open in the first place, so we’d know when you’d woken up. No pony can hear you, no pony is coming for you. Besides, you might want to save your voice for later.”
Tinker moved to stand in front of her. he stopped a few feet away, where he stood silently looking down at Apple Bloom with a look of anticipation. Onyx moved behind her, and plopped himself down in a sitting position right behind her. He leaned his face forward until it was just a few inches away from her vagina, and Apple Bloom shot him a worried look. 
“What are you doing back there?” He didn’t respond, he just sat there looking at her rear. Chills shot through her as she felt his hot breath on her vaginal folds. She squirmed in her chains, but waited for him to get closer. After a long pause, Onyx leaned in and ran his tongue slowly along her lips, the tip pushing into her vagina. ‘Now!’ Her back leg shot out to try and kick him, but the chain connecting it to the floor went taut before she could reach him. Onyx jumped slightly, but quickly recovered.
“Now that wasn’t very nice, and here I am about to make you feel good.” He gave her a light whack on the butt, making her squeak but not really hurting her. When he was confident she wasn’t going to try and kick him again, he leaned back into her crotch. He traced the edges of her entrance, teasing her.
“Why are you doing this to me? This feels weird, stop.” Little muscle spasms racked the filly as Onyx’s tongue moved expertly across her virgin flesh, the discomfort on Apple Bloom’s face soon dissipated as she slowly lost her composure. Which is when he finally started playing with her clit. With a quick flick of his tongue, Apple Bloom’s back arched and a very audible gasp escaped her mouth. Onyx grinned, and continued playing with the sensitive spot. Apple Bloom could feel an unfamiliar sensation rising within her. She began to unconsciously move her hips against the invading tongue, trying to feel more pleasure. Onyx wouldn’t focus on her clit for long, and when he did he gave it just a quick, soft graze. Apple Bloom’s eyes were glazing over, all these new experiences were clearly driving the very young filly wild.
The pleasurable sensation she was feeling had hit its pinnacle now. Apple Bloom’s eyes squeezed shut and a loud moan escaped her throat. Onyx grinned as Apple Bloom’s juices squirted onto his face. The orgasm seemed to last for minutes, as Apple Bloom’s mind went hazy from the feeling.
“Well, seems like somepony had a fun time.” Apple Bloom didn’t even try to respond. She was still reeling from her first orgasm, and couldn’t yet think straight. “See, that wasn’t so bad. This next part though…I make no promises.” Onyx stood back up, and walked over to the wall near the door. He gave a small gesture, and Tinker walked up to Apple Bloom. She scowled at the approaching stallion, but her scowled turned to shock as he leveled his cock toward her face. Her eyes were pinpricks as he stared at the first penis she had ever seen.
“Open your mouth.” The cock was only a few inches from her face. Apple Bloom shook her head weakly, eyes begging Tinker not to do this. His hoof went flying, and Apple Bloom felt a sharp pain as it hit her cheek. “Now!” Her lower lip quivered and she was clearly on the verge of tears, but she obeyed.
Tinker didn’t wait a second, his cock slammed into her mouth, briefly making her choke. Sliding his body up close to her face, he gripped her by the back of the head and began to push into her as far as he could go. She raised her free hoof to push him away, but his response was another quick slap. Her left cheek began turning a bright red, and she forced her hoof back down and fought the urge to try and push away.
Tinker felt nothing but pure bliss. The way her velvety tongue caressed his shaft was wonderful, as were the little squeaks she made as he face fucked the little filly. Every time he pumped into her, his balls smacked lightly into her chin. It was a pleasant sensation, but he was looking forward to when she was better trained and she could fondle his balls while he fucked her face. Soon perhaps.
It was frankly amazing that Apple Bloom hadn’t vomited yet. Tinker was going far deeper than she could comfortably take him, and she was heaving pretty badly. She could feel the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat on every pump, and was struggling to breathe. Luckily the experience was mercifully short.
“I’m about to blow little lady, and you’re going to swallow whatever you can. Understand?” Apple Bloom gave him a pitiful look, but ‘hmmed’ a response. With a groan, Tinker began shooting cum into her mouth. Apple Bloom closed her eyes, and tried to focus on gulping down everything he shot into her. It was too much though, and some came busting through her lips. The whole bottom half of her face was covered in a ring of saliva and semen.
When he was finally done, Tinker eased out of her mouth. Cum and spit dripped to the floor as Apple Bloom was hit with a fit of violent coughing. Her eyes where watering from the rough treatment she’d received, but she wasn’t really crying yet, to the observing Onyx’s disappointment. He felt like changing that.
Tinker and Onyx traded places, with Tinker now leaning against the far wall. Walking slowly around the shaking filly, Onyx slid his hoof along the length of her body, from her chin down to the small of her back. Apple Bloom struggled briefly against her chains, even though she knew by now how pointless that was. Once he was behind her, Onyx rested his hoof on her back. Apple Bloom looked back at him, and he looked her in the eye.
“Do you know what we’re doing to you sweetie?” Onyx said, running his hoof along the curve of her hip. “Tell me what you know.” His expression made it clear she couldn’t choose to not answer.
“Applejack…my sister, told me about sex almost a year ago. She said when I found somepony I loved very much, I could let him put…that inside me, and it’d make him feel good.” Apple Bloom replied timidly.
“So, you know what’s about to happen then? It might not be with ‘somepony you love very much,’ but it’s happening anyway.” He rubbed his cocked along her entrance, watching her shiver from the sensation.
“Please don’t do this! I’m not ready. I don’t want this! I’m just a kid, I’m not even eleven yet!”
“Well then,” Onyx leaned forward so that his body enveloped hers, his cock pushing lightly against her. “You’re going to have to let me know what it’s like to lose your virginity at the age of ten.” Before she could respond, he entered her with a violent thrust. 
“AAAAAHHHHH!” The scream tore through the room, drowning out the sound of Onyx’s hips slapping against hers. “Applejack! Bic Mac! Please help me!” Little trails of blood snaked its way down her legs, mixing with her cum from earlier. “Make him stop! He’s hurting me! Please somepony help me!” She was unbelievable tight, not surprising given her age. His first pump barely got him halfway in. Moving his hooves to grip her hips, and add a little more force, he thrust in again and again. Each push inched him in a little bit farther. It didn’t take long after he first hilted in her for Onyx to develop a rhythm. “Please, please take it out of me! I’ll do anything you want just please stop! STOP!”
Delighting in the bawling filly’s pleas, Onyx sped up his pace. She was still slick from when he had pleasured her earlier, and it felt incredible. Despite how tight a fit she was, she still felt so soft and warm. Onyx was absolutely savoring raping this girl.
“It hurts! Please stop, it hurts so much! Pleeese.” Giving up on screaming, or perhaps just lacking the energy, Apple Bloom's protests became just pitiful whispers interrupted by periodic sobs. “Take it o-out. I do-on’t want to do-o this anymore.”
“I know you don’t, but you feel so good, honey. I’m very glad that I got to be your first.” Apple Bloom didn’t respond. She had shut her eyes, and was just crying to herself. “Don’t worry its almost over, I promise.” He could feel the tension building. “I’m going to be cumming soon. I hope you’re ready.” That got her attention, and her eyes shot back open.
“No, don’t cum inside me!” She could feel his thrusts getting more irregular. “Pull out, pull out, don’t do this!” After a few more thrusts, he slammed into her, his grip on her hips tightening painfully. Apple Bloom could feel a warm sensation seep into her. “Nooooo!” Onyx was so glad she wasn’t gagged; her little screams were just perfect. He kept buried in her through the whole thing, letting her little vagina milk him dry. After he finally pulled out of her, he walked over beside her head and looked her in the eye.
“We’re going to untie you now. If you need to use the bathroom, there’s a toilet in the back corner. We’ll be back around in a few hours to let you take a shower. Ok?” Apple Bloom nodded, still quietly crying to herself as cum oozed out of her savaged vagina. Onyx smiled, then set to work loosening the straps on her cuffs. 
“Oh shit, this reminds me. Tinker, go untie that unicorn cutie.” Onyx called over to his partner, as he kept loosening the cuffs on Apple Bloom’s hind legs.
“Wait, why is she still tied up in the first place?” 
“I had her convinced that I’d take her back to her family if she blew me, and I thought it’d be more jarring for her if I just walked out. You should have heard her scream when she realized I was lying.” The two stallions laughed, and Apple Bloom seethed with rage.
Tinker walked out the door, leaving it open. Apple Bloom’s eye locked onto the opening, her muscles tensed in anticipation. As she felt the last strap loosen, she bolted. She made it less than two feet before she felt a sharp yank on her hair, pulling her back. Onyx grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her to the floor.
“No! Let me go! Let me go!” Thrashing around violently, she tried to pry herself from the much stronger grip of the older stallion. After a few moments, she had tired herself out and went limp. His grip on her just as strong, Onyx leaned his mouth to her ear.
“You don’t get to leave this room by yourself just yet, not until you learn to behave like a good girl. If you try to run again, I’ll have to tie you up again.” Taking his hooves off of her, he waited to see of she’d run. Apple Bloom looked out the door, and then back at Onyx. There would be no outrunning him, and even if she could, she wouldn’t know where to run too. If she were tied up, it would be much harder to find a way to escape. So, she stayed still as Onyx walked past her to the door. As it swung shut, Apple Bloom’s mind turned back to her prison.
Now that she was free to walk around she walked up to the windows. They were far too narrow to climb through, and even if they weren’t, whatever they were made from was probably too solid to break if they were as sound proof as Onyx had implied. However, maybe she would see something out of them that could tell her where she was. It took a few jumps, but she was eventually able to get a slight grip on the edge of one of the windowsills. Apple Bloom was very strong for her age, but the narrow windowsill and the height she had to pull herself made it difficult. Her forelegs straining, she climbed into view. 
She saw trees...not too helpful. All that really told her was that they probably weren’t in town anymore, something she had figured out anyway. Grumbling she dropped herself back down. Maybe there was something in the room itself that might be useful.
> The End of the First Day
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Scootaloo was never very good at being still. Now, chained in place and unable to move, she felt her sanity being tested. Her wings in particular were getting to be uncomfortable. There was a rope pinning them to her side, and while her feathers kept the rope from rubbing her raw, her wings were getting stiff. There had been voices out the door and down the hall a few minutes ago, which let her know that her kidnappers were probably still around. It was just a question of when they’d pay her a visit. Scootaloo hoped it was soon, she was looking forward to finding a chance to kick their asses. Suddenly, she could hear the sounds of a struggle coming from outside the open doorway.
“No! Let me go!” Scootaloo knew that voice, ‘Apple Bloom.’ “Let me…” The sound was suddenly cut off with the sound of a door slamming.
Silence fell again, and it was another hour or so before she could hear hoof steps again, this time entering her cell. As her blindfold was lifted off of her head, she met her captors gaze with an expression that was a mixture of fear and hate. Unlike her friends, Scootaloo had not been gagged, and she wasted no time voicing her thoughts.
“You’d better not have hurt Apple Bloom.” Her voice was weak, she was clearly afraid, but she would make them pay if they had hurt her friend. 
“No more than we’re going to hurt you.” Umber chuckled, looking her over. “Oh yes, I forgot how cute you were. I’m going to have fun fucking you.” Scootaloo’s eyes went wide with fear, and she tried to speak but only mumbled incoherently. Umber mockingly tinted his ear towards her, moving his head closer to her. “What was that?” Scootaloo again tried to speak. “I still can’t hear you bitch. Speak up.” He brought his face right up to Scootaloo’s mouth, clearly delighting in the girl’s fear. 
“I said, ‘a little closer,’ asshole.” Scootaloo’s head shot forward, slamming into Umber’s nose. The stallion yelled as blood splattered across his face. Scootaloo grinned as Umbers blood ran down her forehead.
“Ah fuck! Fuck! I think she broke my nose!” Tinker and Scootaloo were both howling with laughter, as blood just kept pouring from Umber’s face. ‘That’s what you get for hurting my friends.’ The orange filly watched in delight as Umber picked up one of the blankets from the floor to try stop the bleeding. The brown stallion looked up and saw the filly that was supposed to be his victim laughing at his humiliation.
In a rage, Umber stomped over to Scootaloo, and promptly kicked her flat in the stomach with one of his free legs. The force of it knocked the wind out of her, and she curled up as much as her restraints would allow her. She buried her face in the floor, not out of pain, but so Umber couldn’t see that she was still laughing. ‘I got you a lot harder than you got me asshole.’ When he was sure he had stopped the bleeding, Umber came walking back over to Scootaloo. She bristled apprehensively. As satisfying as it had been to make this jerk bleed, she had a feeling that retribution was coming her way.
“You think you’re tough? You’re not!” He grabbed his penis, and started stroking it until it was hard. “Now, you are going to suck my dick, whether you want to or not.”
“Put that anywhere near my face, and I’ll bite the damn thing off!” Scootaloo was terrified and was fighting the urge to cry, but she was determined to at least put up a fight.
“Whoa my, such language. You don’t seem to appreciate the situation you’re in. Here’s how this works, if I feel any teeth at all….” Before he could finish, Tinker interrupted him.
“Umber, don’t be an idiot.” Umber turned and scowled at Tinker.  Tinker nodded toward Scootaloo, “She had to know that what she did to your face would end badly for her, she doesn’t seem to think these things through too much. It’s probably not a good idea to stick your dick in her mouth until we’ve broken her in a little more.
“She wouldn’t dare. Besides, a little slut like her has probably suck a dozen dicks by now, I bet she’s pretty good at it by now.” Umber seemed
“Are you kidding me? She’s what,” He turned to Scootaloo, “Ten?”
“Twelve.” She replied in a shaky voice. Tinker looked back at her briefly with surprise, she looked a lot younger than that. 
“She’s twelve. She’s probably never even seen a dick, let alone sucked one. Plus, even if she did have some experience, do you really want to risk it? Just go grab a ring gag. Unless you want her to bite your dick off, which frankly would be about the only thing that could make this day even better.” 
Grumbling, Umber left the room to grab whatever a “ring gag” was. Scootaloo kept her mouth shut, but truthfully, she was the only Cutie Mark Crusader that had actually had sex before. A few times in fact, with her coltfriend Rumble. She suspected it would be a bad idea to bring that up now though.
After Umber had left, Tinker moved behind Scootaloo. He put his hooves on either side of her hips, and waited for his partner to return. When Umber came back, he holding some kind of rubber strap with a metal ring attached to it. ‘So, that’s a ring gag huh? Wonder what it’s for?’ Umber levitated the gag over to Scootaloo, and forced the ring into her mouth and secured the strap behind her head. With the gag in place, Scootaloo quickly realized what it was for. Umber stepped in front of her, and moved his cock in front of her face. It was dripping with precum, and Scootaloo couldn’t help but think, ‘Oh, this is bad, it is much bigger than Rumble’s!’ Umber stroked it a few times before pushing it against her cheek. She stared at it out of the corner of her eye, heart beginning to pound.
“You sure you don’t want to trade places? You are the one she hit after all, I would have thought you’d want to be the one to hurt her back.” Tinker asked, as he moved his hooves from her hips to her butt cheeks.
“Yeah, but I want to look in her eyes as its happening. Besides,” Umber slid his hoof along Scootaloo’s lips, “I’ll have my own hole to fuck.” She so badly wished she could bite him right then. While she was distracted with this, she felt a new sensation. There was something prodding at her…, ‘Woah, hey! Hey, that’s not where that goes!’ Scootaloo tried to turn to look at the stallion behind her, but Umber yanked her head back to face him.
“You see, this is why you shouldn’t misbehave. We had much less painful plans for you today originally.” Umber grinned as Scootaloo became increasingly frantic. The prodding became a push, as Tinker entered into Scootaloo’s ass. Scootaloo’s eyes went wide, and she squeaked out a pained whine. She could feel herself being stretched as Tinker slowly pushed into her. After he had pushed all the way inside of her, Tinker began to pump in and out of her deliciously tight ass. Tinker grunted as he slammed into her, sending painful shockwaves through Scootaloo’s body. His hips slapped noisily against hers, as he moaned with pleasure.
While Scootaloo was still trying to ignore the pain in her ass, when Umber finally pushed past the ring in her mouth. Scootaloo choked as he pushed deep into her throat, and began to match his friend’s rhythm. Scootaloo pulled futilely at her chains, desperate to stop the pain shooting through her body, and trying to catch her breath whenever Umber pulled back out of her.
Umber enjoyed the look of panic on Scootaloo’s face as she fought for air. The sweet taste of vengeance was all he cared about as he pounded his cock into the back of her throat. He soon felt himself about to cum, and he pulled out of her mouth and kept stroking himself while he took aim for her bratty face.
Scootaloo quickly shut her eyes, as she felt ribbons of cum hit her face. Tinker came soon after, emptying his balls into her ass. While she had cum dripping off her nose, chin, and lips, none of the cum hit her eyes, so she reopened them. Umber was just grinning at her.
“You know, if you had behaved, we were planning to let you see your little friends in about an hour or so when it was time to clean you girls up. Oh well, guess you get to go alone. We’ll be back in a few hours, don’t go anywhere ok.” Umber patted her mockingly on the head, and she quietly fumed. The sound of the door closing signified that she was now alone. Like with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom, she was left dripping with cum, tears, and blood. As she lay there in the dark, a single thought floated through her mind. 
‘I’m going to fucking kill them.’

There was nothing. Apple Bloom had spent the last few hours tearing the room apart, looking for something that might help her. Nothing to use as a weapon, nothing to use to signal for help, there was just nothing there. The door was secured tightly, and there was no keyhole or any other way of getting at the lock from her side. If Apple Bloom was going to escape, she wasn’t sure how she could do it from inside her little prison. 
“Didn’t they say something about a shower. Might have to use that to take a look around.” She mumbled to herself. Plus, she would definitely appreciate the shower itself. Her legs and face were still sticky with cum. So, maybe she should just wait for them to come let her out for a quick wash. She certainly wasn’t going to just give up, Applejack wouldn’t. The now familiar sound of the latch opening brought a light smile to her face. Perfect timing.

Sweetie Belle looked up as the latch to her door flipped, and Tinker entered the room. ‘It must be time then.’ She thought to herself. Rising from her sitting position, she moved to stand beside him. When she got close, Tinker moved aside to let her out.
As she stepped past the door’s threshold, she got her first look at the hallway outside her room. The hallway was fairly small, only a few feet wide, and there were three doors on the one side counting hers. There wasn’t anything else to it, and Sweetie realized that the whole point of the basement was just the three cells. Outside the room at the end of the hall, Sweetie saw a familiar figure being guided out of her own room by Umber. Sweetie Belle looked up at Tinker, her eyes pleading, too afraid to ask the obvious question. 
“Go ahead. Your both going to the same place anyway.” Sweetie Belle sprinted down the narrow hall. Apple Bloom, hearing the racket coming her way looked toward the sound, and her face immediately lit up.
For the first time since they woke up they found themselves smiling as they hugged. Tinker tapped on their shoulders, and motioned for them to follow him. As girls followed Tinker and Umber out of the basement, they saw another small hallway leading towards the rest of the building, with a single door to the left that Tinker opened and gestured for the girls to enter. Apple Bloom felt more than a little irritated, she had hoped the trip to the shower would give her a better look at the layout of the building.
Excusing himself, Umber walked farther down the hall and disappeared around the corner. The girls, obeying Tinker, entered into the room. It was a good-sized restroom, and there was a massive walk in shower at the end.
“Get your faces cleaned up, and then come over here.” Tinker got down on the floor, and leaned against the shower door. He spread his legs, and patted the floor on either side of him. Understanding his meaning, the two fillies did as he asked, and then walked over and sat down on either side of him. He put a fore leg around each of their shoulders, and pulled them in closer. “I want you girls to show me how much you appreciate me letting you clean yourselves up. So before you shower, why don’t you show me a good time?”
Sweetie Belle started by placing a quick, hesitant lick on the head, while Apple Bloom slowly licking up the side of his shaft. Tears were welling up in Sweetie’s eyes at the idea of having to do this again, but before she could start crying she felt a hoof grip hers.
Remembering her earlier time with Onyx, Sweetie attempted to do what he had told her. She put her mouth around the head, and began swirling her tongue around it. She slipped his dick further into her mouth slowly, massaging him the whole way down. Despite her lack of experience, Sweetie quickly proved to be quite good with her tongue.
Apple Bloom used her free hoof to stroke the base of the cock below where Sweetie Belle could reach. Under Tinker’s instruction, she moved her head down under Sweetie’s, and fit Tinker’s balls into her mouth. Ignoring the slightly salty taste, Apple Bloom ran her tongue along the underside. She sucked on them lightly, earning a satisfied moan for her actions. Apple Bloom looked up, and could tell that Tinker was already nearing his limits. Pulling his balls out of her mouth, and remembering her own ordeal with Tinker, she turned to Sweetie Belle.
“He’s going to want you to swallow Sweetie.” Sweetie looked over at Apple Bloom in surprise, and realized from her dejected expression that she was probably speaking from experience with this stallion. Her eyes moved up to to see Tinker's answer. He nodded slightly, and Sweetie’s grip on Apple Blooms hoof tightened. The sensation of having two adorable fillies blowing him soon got the better of Tinker, and he gasped as he came.
It wasn’t as bad as Sweetie expected. Tinker still hadn’t fully recovered from his outing with Scootaloo, so there wasn’t much there. He came on her tongue, and Sweetie gulped it down with a grimace. Pulling her mouth away with a light pop, Sweetie watched as Tinker walked toward the exit.
“You girls have about an hour, clean yourselves up. There’ll be food waiting for you when you’re done.” He closed the door behind him, and the girls heard the now familiar sound of a latch being turned, locking them in. With Tinker finally gone, Apple Bloom started the water as Sweetie Belle washed her mouth out in the sink. The two of them sat in silence as the water warmed up.
Holding each other close, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom cried as the water washed over them. Sweat, cum, and blood discolored the water as it all washed down the drain. Sweetie Belle was the first to speak.
“We can’t stay here Apple Bloom, we have to get out of here. I just want to go home, I….” Apple Bloom shushed her friend.
“I know. I’ve been trying to figure something out ever since I woke up, but I can’t think of anything.”
“I could get us out if I could use magic, but they stuck something on my horn that makes it not work. I tried to get it off, but it’s stuck on there.” There was silence for a few moments before Sweetie Belle spoke up again. “Our sisters are coming for us. Even if we can’t get out ourselves, I know they’ll look for us.” Apple Bloom smiled wickedly, imagining what her sister would do when she found out what had been going on here.
“I’m sure they will, but we can’t just trust that we’ll be rescued. We need a plan. Have you seen Scootaloo?” Sweetie Belle shook her head. “Well, I’m sure she was in that third room downstairs. For now, just keep your eyes open for anything we might be able to use.
Silence fell over the two of them for the remainder of their time. Neither one of them was able to put words to what they had been through just a few hours earlier, what they would likely go through again before too long. They stayed in the shower for their entire hour, even long after the water went cold. Eventually Onyx came to the door.
“Ok girls, time’s up. Get dry.” Wordlessly, they did as they were told. Onyx walked behind them as they descended back down the stairs, and they stopped outside of Apple Bloom’s room. Sweetie Belle looked up at Onyx, and she started to ask a question.
“C-can….” Sweetie Belle’s voice petered out, as she looked to the floor. When she glanced back up, Onyx was gesturing with his hoof for her to continue. Taking a deep breath, Sweetie asked her question.
“Can me and Apple Bloom please sleep in the same room?” Her voice was weak, but she needed this. She couldn’t be alone, not tonight.
“Well, unfortunately no. Apple Bloom ruined that for both of you when she tried to run off a while ago. So, I’m afraid you can’t.” Onyx motioned for Apple Bloom to go inside her room, and after she was inside he turned the latch to lock the door. Sweetie paid close attention to how the lock worked. Onyx then guided her to her own room. As soon as she was inside she heard the door lock behind her. Once again Sweetie Belle was alone.
On the table in the back was food, just like she had been promised. There wasn’t much to the meal, just some sandwiches with juice, but Sweetie hadn’t eaten in more than a day. She wolfed it all down without a second thought. When she had finished, the exhaustion of the day finally caught up to her. Lacking a bed, all Sweetie had were the stacks of blankets scattered under where she had been chained up. Taking the least cum stained one, she folded it into a makeshift pillow and curled up under the rest of them. As Sweetie’s eyes closed, she finally put this first, terrible day of her new life behind her.

The second day of Scootaloo’s captivity began as she was woken up by a sharp pain in her cheek. It took her a few seconds to wake up enough to realize that she’d been slapped. To Scootaloo’s surprise, she could feel her restraints being untied. Her back hooves were untied first, and the moment she felt the cuffs come off she kicked back at whoever was behind her. There was an *Oof!* as her hoof connected with soft flesh. Scootaloo’s shout of triumph turned into a scream of pain as a violent smack was dealt to her ass, hard enough to bruise. 
Before she could say anything in protest, a gag was shoved in her mouth and latched behind her head. Leaving her blindfold on, they began to untie her front legs. She struggled and fought, but was soon lifted up. The two stallions pinned her body vertically between them. She felt them both line themselves up with both of her holes, and she winced in pain as they began to thrust into her. For the first time since her kidnapping, Scootaloo let herself cry. The pain in her ass was just as bad as last time, but this time with the addition of a weaker pain in her pussy as she was fucked by a stallion clearly too big for some pony as young as her.
The blindfold around her eyes soaked up her tears, all desire to appear strong temporarily forgotten as she was forced to endure this a second time. She attempted to yank her forelegs free, but the stallion holding her was far stronger than the little filly. Unable to do much else, Scootaloo buried her face in the shoulder of whichever stallion was fucking her pussy, and softly cried.
The one in her pussy didn’t last long, and Scootaloo soon felt the warmth of semen being shot into her womb. He pulled out of her with a wet sucking sound, followed by a dribble as cum leaked out of her and onto the floor. The hooves holding her forelegs loosened, but before she could capitalize on the opportunity, the stallion still inside her set her on the floor. Scootaloo’s head was suddenly shoved to the floor, a hoof holding her down, as the stallion used the new angle to begin humping her ass even harder.
The added force was too much, and Scootaloo began openly sobbing. Her tears, no longer able to be soaked up by the blindfold, pooled on the floor where her face was being pressed. The pain she felt was horrible, and it wasn't subsiding. When she finally felt the stallion cumming inside her, she felt like rejoicing.
As he finally pulled out of the filly, she felt her blindfold get roughly pulled away by magic. As her eyes adjusted she saw Umber leaning over her, and he open his mouth to say something. Rage boiled over inside Scootaloo, and she brought her head up quickly into Umber’s jaw. He pulled away from her with a yelp. His face red, Umber kicked her roughly in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
“It’s no good, she just won’t learn her lesson.” Umber yelled as Scootaloo tried to regain her breath.
“It’s ok, I have an idea.” Tinker replied, an unsettling grin spreading across his face. Scootaloo squirmed uncomfortably in her chains. ‘That doesn’t sound good.’
> Any Plan is Better Than No Plan
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The second day was a blur of sex and water for Sweetie Belle. The stallions came and went, taking turns every few hours. Umber and Tinker both paid her quick visits, once a piece. To Sweetie’s growing horror, they both came inside her, despite her pleading them not to. Onyx came to use her twice, but both times she was relieved when all he wanted was a blowjob.
Each time one of them was done using her, she’d be escorted to the bathroom and ordered to clean up. She honestly tried to keep her eyes open during these trips for something useful or some new piece of information that could help with her escape, but she was not having much luck. She didn’t want to have to rely so much on Apple Bloom, but she wasn’t sure of what to do.
For all that happened to her that day, Sweetie Belle found that she didn’t cry much anymore. It was only when her thoughts turned to what her parents or sister must be feeling that she would find herself crying. As the light drifting into her room turned dark, Sweetie Belle felt sleep overtake her. If they let her see Apple Bloom or Scootaloo tomorrow, she was sure that they’d know what to do.

Scootaloo hadn’t slept very well, or at all actually. Which, considering her predicament, wasn’t very surprising. Before leaving her the previous morning, Tinker had left her some toys to play with. He’d left one vibrator nestled in her pussy and another in her ass, both of which were connected to straps around her waist to hold them in place. Naturally they had to be set to their highest setting too. Lastly, Tinker had forced a dildo into her mouth with its own strap wrapped around her head. It wasn’t large enough to choke her, but it did hinder her breathing. That had become especially annoying whenever she tried to catch her breath from one of the many orgasms she’d been forced to have over the last twenty hours.
“Good morning sweet heart.” Onyx stepped into the room, a look of amusement clear on his face. Scootaloo hadn’t met this stallion yet, but she had pretty much already made up her mind that he was probably an asshole. “Have you been enjoying yourself?” Scootaloo glared back at him. He was definitely an asshole. Once again though, she wanted to hit herself. She really wanted these damn things out of her, and he probably wouldn’t help her if she kept glaring at him. The hostility could wait until she was in a less compromising position. Besides, if he’d asked her this sometime in the first hour or so of this torture, she might have begrudgingly said yes. If she ever made it out of this, she would have some fun ideas for her and Rumble.
Onyx walked over to Scootaloo, and to her relief, began to pull the vibrators out of her. When he had finally finished with those, he loosened the strap around her head, and pulled the dildo out of her throat. She wanted to say something witty and insulting, but the combination of incredible hunger and sleep deprivation convinced her that it might be best to hold off on that for a bit. Onyx gave her an amused look, and he cupped her cheek in his hoof. It took all her willpower not to bit him…yet.
“Apparently, my two idiot assistants have been having a bit of trouble helping you adjust to your new home. It’s ok though, I had a fantastic idea on just how to let you know where things really stand.” He turned back towards the door. “Ok, bring them in.” Scootaloo’s eyes shot open as she saw Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle being led into the room. They both looked…broken. Scootaloo bristled at the thought of what these assholes had done to her best friends, and she couldn’t help but notice that the brown stallion was carrying a roll of tape and several lengths of rope in his magic.
Onyx kept his hooves on Sweetie Belle, signaling for her to stay put, as Umber used his magic to tie the ropes around Apple Bloom’s legs. When he was certain that they were secure, he levitated over the roll of tape and placed a wide strip of it over her mouth. With Apple Bloom tied up, he walked back over to Sweetie. Onyx’s hooves slid off the filly as he made to leave. As he reached the door, he turned and addressed his companion.
“Go ahead and have fun Umber, but please don’t break my favorite toy too badly.” With that, the door sealed shut, leaving the four of them alone. As Umber circled around Sweetie Belle, the filly closed her eyes and tried to remain calm. She had put up with this several times already, she could handle another. Scootaloo however, couldn’t help herself.
“I swear, if you do anything to hurt either of my friends, I’ll….” Umber responded quickly by swiftly slapping Sweetie Belle, eliciting a loud yelp of pain. “Hey! What di….” Again, Umber slapped her friend, this time even hard. Scootaloo took the hint and closed her mouth.
“You’re not really in a position to make demands here. That’s the whole reason your friends are here in fact. Because somepony just kept refusing to learn her place. So, when your friend here is screaming for me to stop, I want you to think about how easy this all would have been to avoid.”
“It’s going to be ok, Scoots. It’s not your fault, don’t…AH!” Sweetie Belle was interrupted as Umber slapped her hard enough that she lost her balance and fell to her knees. Umber forcibly yanked her back to a standing position, and used his magic to grabbed her hair in his magic to force her to look at Scootaloo. He gripped her waist tightly, and angling himself properly, Umber pushed the head of his cock against Sweetie’s asshole.
Scootaloo could see the sheer panic in Sweetie’s eyes, as she realized that Umber wasn’t planning to rape her the way she was used to, and she tried to claw herself away from Umber. Over in the corner, a furious Apple Bloom’s muffled shouting could be heard as she tried to pull herself free to help her friend.
“Don’t you dare hurt her!” The rage Scootaloo felt could not be understated, but tied up as she was, she wasn’t really a threat. As Sweetie looked to Scootaloo, eyes futilely begging for help, Umber finally began to push into her. A mortified Scootaloo watched as her friend’s face twisted up in pain. Sweetie Belle let out a loud, pained whine. Her cheeks became damp with tears.
“Please sto…OW! Pl-please, not there. It…AH…it hurts so much more like this!” Sweetie choked in air between her violent sobs, as the stallion ignored her. "Do it where you...NNNO...normally do please. *Sob.* You can cum in me t-t-too, *sob* I promise I won't care." The cock thrusting into her never even slowed down, and Sweetie Belle accepted that she was just going to have to endure this.
“Stop! Stop hurting her, please! I’ll let you do it to me, I’ll do whatever you want. Just stop hurting my friend!” Umber’s eyes had a demented light in them, as met Scootaloo’s desperate gaze. He still didn’t slow down, but Sweetie Belle’s sobs suddenly seemed to quiet down a bit. It still hurt as bad as it had since the beginning, but she could never ask her friend to endure this for her. So, Sweetie Belle did her best to put on a brave face, and mask the misery she was feeling. At least until she could be sure Scootaloo wouldn’t really be taking her place. Not that it would have mattered anyway, as Umber quickly made clear.
“It’s too late for this one. If I stop now, you won’t learn anything. However, if you promise to start behaving, I won’t touch your other friend.” He was getting close anyway. It’s not like he could just go right at Apple Bloom too without recovering, but Scootaloo didn’t need to know that.
“Ok, ok. I will, I promise, just please leave Apple Bloom alone.” Umber nodded in acceptance of her promise, and turned his focus to the silently crying filly he was balls deep in. Scootaloo by this point was crying almost as hard as Sweetie Belle, and she tried desperately to get her friend to look at her.
“I’m so sorry Sweetie Belle! I swear, I didn’t want this to happen.” Despite her pain, Sweetie Belle gave her friend a little nod. She knew Scootaloo would never have wished this on her. Umber’s balls noisily slapped against Sweetie’s young flesh, and Scootaloo visibly winced as Sweetie whined in pain on each thrust. She remembered how much it had hurt when they had done that to her, and Scootaloo couldn’t bear that this was happening to Sweetie Belle. The stallion’s thrusts stopped, as he hugged Sweetie’s waist to him. Umber came more powerfully than he had in years, shooting ribbons of cum into Sweetie’s ass. It took him a second to catch his breath before he pulled out of the sobbing filly. Giving the assembled ponies on last grin he walked towards Scootaloo.
“Well, I hope that acted a nice little lesson to you bitch. You aren’t the only one that gets punished if you misbehave. Next time, it will be both of them.” Umber patted her condescendingly on the head, and moved towards the door. Cum still dripped from his cock as he walked. “I need to clean up a bit. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
The door closed, leaving them of them alone. Once Sweetie had untied both of her friends the three of them held each other close for several minutes. Scootaloo was the one to break the silence.
“Please tell me one of you has a plan.” Apple Bloom’s ears fell flat against her head as she heard the desperation in her friend’s voice. Unreasonable though it was, she had hoped that Scootaloo might hold up better than her or Sweetie Belle.
“Well, not exactly, but we do have one idea. Sweetie Belle thinks she can help get us out if she uses her magic.”
“Yeah, but whatever this ring is they put on my horn, it won’t let me use my magic. I’ve tried to get it off, but it’s stuck on there.” Sweetie said, tapping her hoof against the metal surface.
“Let me try.” Apple Bloom said, and Sweetie Belle bent her head down so Apple Bloom could get at her horn. Apple Bloom tried lightly tugging on the ring with her hooves, and when it was clear that wasn’t going to work, fit her mouth around Sweetie’s horn and bit down on the metal object. Sweetie squirmed a bit at the awkwardness of her friend’s mouth on her horn, but otherwise didn’t object. That is until Apple Bloom began to pull, and a fierce jab of pain shot through her head.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop!” Apple Bloom quickly let go, and there was a pop as she released Sweetie’s horn from her mouth. Sweetie was breathing heavily for a bit, hooves held to her horn in pain. “I don’t think that’s going to work, you’ll just end up pulling my horn off.” She said, her voice weak. Scootaloo was craning her head to see over Apple Bloom.
“Hey, let me get a look at it.” Scoots plopped down next to where Apple Bloom was standing and pushed Sweetie’s hair away from her horn to give her a better look. “There’s some kind of lock, or screw, or something here. Probably what’s keeping it in place.” Scootaloo tried prying at it a bit, but her hooves just slid over the surface. “If you can get me something to pry at this with, I bet I can get this off of her.” Scootaloo grinned weakly, “A screwdriver would be perfect, but good luck with that.”
“And where are we supposed to find something like that, huh? For that matter, how are we supposed to bring it in here without them stallions noticing what we’re doing?” Apple Bloom asked with mild irritation.
“I don’t know, but I don’t think they’re going to let me out of this room for a while.” Another, more maniacal, grin snaked its way around her face, “Not after what I did to that unicorn idiot the last time my hooves were free. So, you girls are my only chance at this. If we can get Sweetie’s horn to work, I know….” They were interrupted by the door opening, Onyx came strolling in. 
“Well look at this cute little reunion.” He had his usual smile, “I hope you enjoyed catching up with each other, but I’m afraid I must interrupt. It seems Umber has made a mess, and I need to clean it up. Now come with me.” He said pointing to Sweetie Belle. Glancing at Apple Bloom, he added, “Oh, and Umber will be back in a moment to take you back to your room as well. Don't worry, I made him promise to be gentler to you when you get there. Just do as you're told, and it'll be over with quickly.” 

The now familiar sound of the shower water warming up calmed Sweetie a little. It was a relaxing sound, and it meant that warm comfort wasn’t far away. The idea of being able to use her magic again wouldn’t leave her mind. She knew how to open the doors to their cells from the inside, she had since the first night. If Scootaloo could give her that chance, she knew that she could do it. It was a very difficult for her to hide her excitement at the idea of leaving all this behind her.
“So, what did you girls talk about?” Sweetie didn’t turn around, but her ears tilted inquisitively. Onyx cupped her chin, and made her turn to look at him. “When you and Apple Bloom were alone, you talked about trying to find a way to leave me.” The fear Sweetie felt in that moment was clear, she hadn’t realized that he’d been listening that day. “So, what did you talk about this time?”
“W-we…we just talked about how much we missed our sisters.” Sweetie couldn’t meet his eyes. She knew that he was seeing right through her, but she was never a very good liar. The infuriatingly constantly smile was still there as he reached down and lightly stroked Sweetie’s cheek.
“I’m sure you do miss them. Did you talk about anything else though?” Sweetie shook her head wordlessly. “Well then, that’s it then. The water is probably hot by now, go on in.” Sweetie climbed into the shower, and Onyx surprised her when he climbed in with her. “If you would be so kind honey, I still haven’t any fun with you today. Let’s put that cute little mouth of yours to good use.” Knowing better than to say no, Sweetie moved under him. Onyx sighed blissfully as Sweetie’s soft tongue went to work. She really was getting to be pretty good. She was adding just the right amount of suction, and he had finally taught her not to ignore his balls while she sucked. Sweetie Belle really was getting to be his favorite toy.

Apple Bloom was shaken awake on the morning of her fourth day by Onyx. It took her a second for her to remember where she was, but it didn’t take her long to figure out what Onyx likely wanted from her. He smile down at her, and briefly passed his hoof through her mane to straighten out some of her bed head.
“I think it’s past time that we gave you a bit of training sweet heart.” He motioned for her to follow him up the stairs, over down the hall, and past the corner she’d never been allowed to be. Her first look at a section of the building other than the basement and shower area gave a small inkling of hope. It just looked like a typical middle class house. The windows drawn shut, so she couldn’t see outside. However, it really was just a regular house. The room she was entering was a pretty basic living room with a couch and a few chairs, and she could see a little of the next room that she guessed was a kitchen. She wasn't in some bunker in the middle of nowhere. 
After Onyx had left her and Scootaloo the previous day, the two of them came to an agreement. She was going to map out what their escape would look like, Scootaloo would get that ring off of Sweetie Belle, and Sweetie Belle would use her magic to get them out of the hell that had become their lives. For the first time in days, Apple Bloom had an action plan, even if was a simple one. She wasn’t going to miss any opportunity. She missed her family, and she refused to believe that she wouldn’t see them again. The fact that this was just some house made the idea that much more real sounding. It couldn't be that hard to break out if they just had the tools.
She didn’t see Tinker or Umber, but she doubted that they were too far away. Most likely, they were busy with one or both of her friends, Apple Bloom realized with disgust. Before she could dwell on that fact, Onyx guided her into the living room, where he promptly plopped down on the massive couch. Smiling at her, he waited for her to join him.
“What do you mean training?" She asked in response to his earlier question. "You’ve made me have sex with one of you every day. That doesn’t count as training?”
“Yes, we have had a lot of fun with you. Up ‘till now though, we’ve been doing all the work. I need you to be a little more active, it’s more fun that way.” Grimacing, Apple Bloom moved over to him. As she straddled him, she imagined all the things she should be doing. He was just lying there, she could try to hit him in the face with her hooves or hit him in the balls. The other two stallions were still nearby though, and Onyx was much larger and more powerful than her. Despite how relaxed her looked, Apple Bloom knew he was more than ready to hurt her if he felt the need. He had complete control over her right now, she’d have to do this.
Fresh tears were already forming in her eyes, and falling onto his chest as she leaned over him. Slowly she lowered herself down. As she slid his member into her, her face contorted in pain. Even though she had done this every day, it didn’t change the fact that she was still quite small. It would be a few years yet until she could take a stallion comfortably. Not that it mattered to Onyx, he actually preferred it this way.
He marveled again at how young she was. Apple Bloom was probably the youngest filly he’d abducted so far. As she began to awkwardly moved up and down on top of him, Onyx slid his hooves across her ten-year-old body. He started up at her shoulders, moved down her chest and stomach, and briefly circled around her adorable belly button. A smile spread across his face as his hooves came to rest on her little hips, he loved kidnapping the young ones. He’d stolen this filly’s entire future from her. Whatever Apple Bloom might have done with her life if she hadn’t met him didn't matter now. This was all she would ever do from now on.
“You are doing such a good job for somepony your age.” Apple Bloom sniffled lightly, but otherwise didn’t respond. “If only Applejack could be here to see her little sister riding a dick like a grown up.” Hearing her sister’s name Apple Bloom’s eyes screwed shut, and her mouth fell open as she began to truly cry. She had never been away from her family for this long for any reason. She would do anything, she would let this jerk do whatever he wanted to her a thousand times if she could just talk to Applejack one more time.
“Apple Bloom” She opened her tear soaked eyes, and met his emotionless gaze. “Don’t stop sweet heart.” There was a threat in that voice. She kept up with her loud crying, but Apple Bloom slowly began rocking her hips again.
After a few minutes, the pain slowly became overshadowed by another familiar sensation. Apple Bloom unconsciously began to slide him into her faster as the feeling grew. Her eyes glossed over as she orgasmed. With a little gasp, Apple Bloom squirted all over his hips.  After a short pause to catch her breath, she resumed her work. Onyx lay with his forelegs resting gently on her hips, letting his little slave get used to the motions. If she was going to be doing this for the rest of her life, she might as well get good at it. As his mind lingered on that thought, he began to cum.
Apple Bloom undulated her hips a bit more even as he was cumming, he always kept humping her while he climaxed so it was a safe bet that he would want her to do the same now. His cum slowly oozed out from her vagina, mixing with hers, and pooling on his crotch and waist. His hooves released from around her waist. Picking himself up, while still inside of her, he kissed her deeply on the lips. Apple Bloom’s eyes widened at this first. He had never done that before. When he pulled away, he gave her his usual smile.
“Alright sweetheart, go get yourself cleaned up.” Apple Bloom nodded, after four days she knew the drill. Whenever she was done pleasuring one of the stallions, she was to get herself cleaned so she could be ready for whenever one of the others wanted to use her.
The warm water never ceased to be one of the best parts of her day. As the soothing heat flowed over her back, Apple Bloom came to an understanding. It had been four days; no pony was going to rescue her. They would have found her by now if they were ever going to. She had no pony to depend on saving her. No pony but herself, and her two friends sharing in her misery. It was no longer a matter of waiting for an opportunity, she was going to have to make one.
> Such a Lucky Girl
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	There was nothing to do. They could have left her a game, or hell, at this point she’d take a book. She’d been meaning to check out that Daring Do series that Rainbow Dash loved so much. With nothing else to occupy her time, and having not been allowed to move for the past several days, Scootaloo had taken to exercising to pass the hours. Nothing intense, just something to ease the overpowering boredom. For the last hour, she been jogging briskly around the outside edge of her room. Her leg muscles burned a little from the exertion, and that helped take her mind off of where she was. This had gone on for some time. The light drifting into Scootaloo’s room had just finished fading into blackness when she heard the door swing open.
“Having fun?” Umber closed the door behind him and then leaned against its frame, sinking down to the floor as he did so.
“What do you want?” She already knew the answer, but it was an opportunity to be rude. Until Apple Bloom or Sweetie Belle came back with something she could use, that was pretty much the limit of the resistance she could give. He scowled at her.
“I’m just going to make sure that you’ve actually learned your lesson. You’re not getting off to a good start. If you don’t want a repeat of yesterday, you’ll be a bit more polite with me.” Scootaloo nodded understandingly, and came to sit in front of Umber. She felt sick as she noticed his growing member. “Don’t look so down. All I want is to test out that rude little tongue of yours.”
A sigh of relieve escaped her lips as she grabbed his erection, and put it in her mouth. A blowjob she could handle. Whenever she would sneak off to ‘play’ with Rumble, she would do this for him, she actually kind of found it fun. Knowing that she was doing it for this asshole made her a little sick, but there were worse things that they could be doing.
“Ha! You actually have done this before! Oh, I am going to rub this in Tinker’s stupid face.” Scootaloo tried to ignore him, and just concentrated on getting the ordeal over with. He didn’t taste too bad, thank Celestia. There was a slightly salty tang to his cock, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Scootaloo could still remember the first time she pleasured Rumble, that was far more unenjoyable. She always made sure that he showered before letting him stick his dick anywhere near her after that.
“Hm, you really are pretty good at this,” Umber moaned as he fully leaned into the wall. “How many colts have you been with anyway? I bet you were a real slut bef….AH!” Scootaloo’s teeth harshly raked across his soft flesh. Face red with rage, he raised his hoof to slap her, but was met with a pitiful look of apology.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I was distracted, it won’t happen again. Please don’t hurt me.” Umber’s arm relaxed, and he motioned for her to resume. His penis was again surrounded by the warmth of Scootaloo’s mouth as she did her best not to laugh. ‘He actually believed that was an accident? Dipshit.’
It took a while for Scootaloo to get used to his size. Rumble was, understandably, nowhere near this large, and she was forced to relearn where her limits were with this new cock. She bobbed her head steadily as far as she felt could take him, the head thumping against the back of her throat periodically. The fullness in her mouth was causing her to drool, and Umber could feel her saliva run down his shaft and balls sending a tingling sensation as it went. 
“When I cum, I don’t want you to swallow right away. Keep it in your mouth until I say so. Ok?” Receiving an affirmative ‘hm’ in response, Umber again relaxed and let Scootaloo keep at it. After a few minutes of deepthroating, Scootaloo adjusted tactics. Pulling her mouth near the top, she resumed bobbing her head, this time with just the tip few inches. Each time, as she pulled her head back she would line her flattened tongue along the base of his cock, and suck as she slid her way to his head. This always drove Rumble wild, and while the effect on Umber was more understated, he seemed to enjoy it as well. She was hoping that, if she could make this good for him it would be over with quickly, and Umber soon confirmed this.
His hips began to pump up into her mouth as she worked, soon falling into a rhythm with her bobbing head. She could feel his cock twitch, and she pulled him most of the way out of her. with only the head still in her mouth, she massaged the head. Her hoofs stroked the base of his cock, milking the orgasm out of him. Jet after jet of cum flowed into her mouth, and Scootaloo resisted the urge to retch.
“Hmmm, good girl.” Umber pulled out of her and looked down at the filly, mouth still full of his cum, and grinned evilly. “Now, open up so I can see.” Scootaloo opened her mouth, tongue cupped full of his cum. “Now swish it around in your mouth.” Scootaloo’s eyes well up with tears and her face flushed red with rage and humiliation, but she did as he asked. The stallion chuckled, “Ok, that’s enough. Just swallow it, and we’re done. Good, girl. Congratulations, you get a passing grade for the night. Onyx will be by in a bit with dinner. Sleep well.” 

“Sweetie! What did you want for breakfast?” The little filly came plodding down the stairs from the guest room that she’d been staying in, still rubbing sleep from her eyes.
“I guess whatever you want to make.” The smell of Rarity’s perfume was strangely comforting as Sweetie watched her sister begin to make her a simple breakfast. The faint green aura of Sweetie’s magic gripped the legs of her chair, as she pulled it away from the table. Plopping herself down, she was immediately greeted by a bowl of cereal and some toast being levitated in front of her. 
“Will that work dear?” Sweetie turned to thank her sister, but when she saw those piercing blue eyes looking fondly back at her, an inexplicable sense of longing washed over her. Rarity’s expression became concerned. “Is anything wrong Sweetie.” Her hooves reached over and gripped Sweetie’s shoulders. “Are you not feeling well? You did spend an awful long time….”

The hooves on her shoulders began to shake her, and Sweetie’s eyes drifted open and she was greeted by the familiar face of Onyx. The memory of the previous four days came flooding back to Sweetie Belle, and she hugged her blankets to her face as she began to cry.
“Oh, now there’s no need for that honey.” He gently pulled the blankets away from her face, and used one of them to clean the tears off of her face. “Come on, it’s ok. You should be excited. Tinker thought of a fun group activity for you and Apple Bloom.” Onyx gripped her, and pulled her into a standing position. With her on her feet, he motioned for her to follow him.
When Sweetie Belle entered the living room for the first time, she saw that Apple Bloom and Tinker were already there. Apple Bloom’s eyes were drooping, she probably just woke up as well. Tinker though, seemed to almost be bouncing in place with excitement. Seeing Sweetie Belle enter the room, he scooped up a surprised Apple Bloom, and carried her over to the couch. Laying Apple Bloom down vertically on the couch, he directed Sweetie Belle to join them. Onyx meanwhile, walked over to an armchair across from the couch, and his hoof went to his cock as he stroked it in anticipation for what was about to happen. When Sweetie got close, Tinker grabbed the back of her head, and pushed it towards her friend’s hips.
“Treat your friend to a good time.” Sweetie’s face screwed up in disgust. She felt bad about feeling so grossed out by her friend, but Sweetie was straight and the idea of licking Apple Blooms…she felt sick. Apple Bloom’s face was beet red, but she slowly spread her legs to give Sweetie Belle access. Holding her friend’s hips on either side, Sweetie moved in and started licking. Apple Bloom’s breath hitched as she felt the slick tongue brush her entrance. Tinker meanwhile, had moved behind Sweetie Belle. She squeaked as she felt him slowly start pumping into her. Putting her mind back to her task, Sweetie focused on Apple Bloom’s face to see what she liked, much like how she would when giving Onyx a blowjob.
Sweetie Belle was far from experienced at this. For the first few minutes, she just stroked at her friend’s folds awkwardly while occasionally pushing her tongue in. It was amateur, it was sloppy, and Apple Bloom didn’t care at all. Her legs opened wider as she gasped in ecstasy at the feel of her friend’s tongue. By now, the little filly was completely lost in the wondrous feeling of Sweetie’s tongue. Tinker’s furious humping quickened with every moan and gasp Apple Bloom let out.
The queasiness Sweetie felt wouldn’t go away. Apple Bloom’s juices were running down her chin and neck, the slightly sweet smell and taste making her gag. She could feel Apple Bloom’s legs twitch whenever a particularly powerful shot of pleasure shot through the filly. At least Apple Bloom seemed to be genuinely enjoying this. It made Sweetie feel a little more relaxed to see her friend look happy again, even if the context was disgusting. Tinker was losing his rhythm, which Sweetie recognized as a sign he was about to cum in her. She flicked her tongue across Apple Bloom’s clit, trying to focus her attention on her friend and away from the fact that this stallion was about to cum inside her again.
“I love you!” Lost in her pleasure, Apple Bloom didn’t even realize the words had left her lips. If her eyes weren’t closed, she would have seen the surprised looks from Sweetie Belle Tinker, and even Onyx who Sweetie had forgotten was still masturbating to all of this. The slap of Tinker’s hips on Sweetie’s stopped. The stallion had a peculiar look on his face, and he just wordlessly pulled out of Sweetie Belle. Wondering if she could stop, Sweetie Belle pulled away from her friend, earning a little whine from Apple Bloom. “No, don’t stop. Keep going.” 
“Yes, keep going Sweetie.” Tinker grimly demanded, before plopping down on the chair across form the couch. The enthusiasm from earlier was completely forgotten. “You need to learn how to do this properly.” Doing as she was told, Sweetie resumed pleasuring Apple Bloom. ‘What was that about? She did seem surprisingly on board with this. Does…does Apple Bloom…?’ Apple Bloom’s hooves moved to her head, cradling her jaws and cheeks. By now, the filly was squirming uncontrollably, throwing out moans with her head curled back and buried in the back cushions of the couch.
“AH!” With a final little yell, Apple Bloom’s back arched, and her cum came flowing out into Sweetie Belle’s mouth. Without waiting for Tinker to tell her what to do, Sweetie gulped as much of the flowing juices as she could, while the rest ran down her chin to the floor. Apple Bloom’s face was one of pure bliss, as she melted into the cushions. Before she could move, a hoof tapped on Sweetie Belle’s shoulder. She turned to see Onyx approach her with a rag that he used to help clean her face. When he was done with her, he cleaned his cock which was covered in his own cum.
“Why don’t you come with me dear? I think you deserve a little something for that wonderful show you just put on.” Picking her up to a standing position, he guided her away. Apple Bloom watched as her friend left, her heart sinking knowing what was probably about to happen to her. When she turned to look at Tinker, she was surprised to see him in the doorway leading towards the kitchen. He was gesturing for her to follow him. When she entered, she saw that he was pulling out cooking utensils.
“What do you like to eat?” Apple Bloom shot him a distrustful look, and he rolled his eyes at her. “Food. What kind of food do you want me to cook?”
“Uh, pancakes?” Hearing that, Tinker set about getting breakfast ready. Noticing that the kitchen island had a few seats next to it, she asked if that was where he wanted her to sit, and scooched into one of the chairs when he said yes. “I didn’t realize how starving I am! Pancakes sound wonderful too. I haven’t had pancakes since…since my sister made them for my last day of school before break.” Tinker’s shoulders tensed a bit, but he continued working. 
“Pancakes it is then.” Seeing that she still was on edge, he continued. “Relax, I’m not like Onyx. I don’t torture my pets for fun. Honestly, I want to be nice to you. Anything I do to you, I do to teach you your place, but you’ve been behaving. I don’t see any reason to make all of this more unpleasant for you than it needs to be. As long as you keep doing what you’re told, you’ll get rewarded. So, I’m going to make you pancakes, and you are going to fucking love them.” He flashed her a smile, and pulled out a paring knife from a nearby cabinet. “Fruit with them?” Apple Bloom nodded, and Tinker pulled out a couple of apples as well.
A paring knife was not the easiest tool for an earth pony to use, but Tinker was quite deft with it. When he had finished, he slid the plate of apple slices into the middle of the table. He left the paring knife on the table next to the apples as he turned his attention back to the nearly-ready pancakes. When he had finished, placed down a sizable stack of pancakes in front of the perpetually hungry filly. Tinker sat himself down in the chair across from Apple Bloom, and waited in anticipation for her to bite into it. It was almost painful for Apple Bloom to keep her eyes from drifting to the knife on the table.
“Tinker! If you need me, I’ll be out front working on the cart!” Umber called out from another room. Tinker turned his back to Apple Bloom and responded in acknowledgement, and Apple Bloom swiftly grabbed the forgotten-about paring knife and slid it under her pancakes. When Tinker turned around, he looked at the filly in confusion.
“Well, are you going to eat it? You said you were hungry, right?” Tinker didn’t seem suspicious, which was good.
“I am hungry but,” She shifted nervously before finishing. “The first day…the first day I was here you said I couldn’t sleep in Sweetie Belle’s room because I’d been bad.” When she grew quiet, Tinker motioned for her to continue. “So…so, since I’ve been good, is it ok if I eat in Scootaloo’s room? I’ve barely seen her since getting here, and I miss my friend.” There was a brief silence, as Tinker mulled over her request. Apple Bloom was surprised to see that strange look on his face again, that she now recognized as something akin to pity.
“Well, you have been pretty good these past few days, but she really hasn’t. Umber checked in on her last night. If he says she behaved while he was with her, then I don’t see why not.”

Sweetie Belle wordlessly followed Onyx back through the hall, and then to the far end of the house towards a door on the far end that apparently led into Onyx's room. Getting her first look at the stallion’s accommodations, Sweetie whimpered slightly. The room itself was plain enough; just a bed, shuttered window, end table, and desk. However, the end table and desk were both littered with various rubber tools and items, whose use Sweetie could easily guess. She even recognized what appeared to be the ball gag from her first terrible day here.
Onyx guided her up onto the bed, and leaned himself against the headboard. He pulled Sweetie with him, so that her back was leaning into his chest. Her cute little ass was pressed against his almost painfully hard erection. He could feel how tense she was becoming, and he knew what she was afraid of. She tried to sit back up, but he grabbed her around her shoulders.
“Relax honey. We’re not doing that tonight. You were really good today, you’re going to get a reward. Now lean back, and relax.” Sweetie did as she was asked, and again eased back into his much larger form. He leaned his head down, and kissed her shoulder. His hoof traced its way down her body, mirroring his earlier movements with Apple Bloom. This time he didn’t stop at her belly button, but kept moving down. Eventually he reached her pussy, and began to slowly stroke it, occasionally pushing in lightly.
“Since we have a little bit of time to ourselves, I thought now might be a good time to get to know you a little bit better.” Sweetie nodded absently. “So, Sweetie Belle, how old are you?” He doubted that she could be as young as her red-haired friend, but she was still just a little foal.
“I’m eleven.” He began to push the edge of his hoof in slightly deeper, eliciting a cute little gasp from the filly. Her hips were beginning to rock lightly as Sweetie unconsciously responded to his motions. The movement caused her butt to grind slightly on his erection, and Onyx nibbled lightly on her ear.
“Only eleven huh? You are such a lucky girl.” He leaned forward, and planted a light kiss on her cheek. His hoof continued its slow circular motion. “Most ponies don’t have sex until they’re in their late teens or twenties, and even then, not very often. You’re only eleven, and you get to have sex every single day.” His hoof traced over her clitoris briefly, and Sweetie gasped slightly. “Such a lucky girl.”
Sweetie didn’t bother saying anything. Everything he said, he said to hurt her. She shouldn’t be surprised that he was reminding her of the normal life he’d stolen from her. There was no point in even acknowledging anything he said. If he demanded a response, she’d cooperate. Otherwise, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 
An unfamiliar tingling began where his hoof was massaging her. As much as she hated what was happening to her, her body didn’t know any better. Onyx’s hoof was absolutely covered in her juices, as the unwelcome pleasures she was feeling rose. The hoof she had on Onyx’s neck squeezed tighter as Sweetie neared her climax, and he leaned her head back to kiss her on the lips.
Despite all the times she had been forced to have sex since her kidnapping, Sweetie had never come this close to cumming before. The stallions always finished before she got close. She began to move her hips faster, trying to get more of the incredible feeling washing over her. It all finally came to an end, as Sweetie squeaked quietly. Onyx grinned as Sweetie Belle experienced her first orgasm, her hips and legs twitched as her cum oozed out around his hoof. Her chest expanded with each gasping breath as Sweetie’s body slowly relaxed. Sweetie panted, her body lightly shaking as her hips still lightly swayed. Onyx looked down as his little toy recovered, and she slowly opened her still very hazy eyes.
“Ok, that’s all for today honey. Let’s see what your little friends are up to.”


> A Message from Home
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	Despite it being near noon, Scootaloo was still asleep. After almost a week of poor sleep, her little body demanded the rest. As the door to Scootaloo’s room swung inward, the filly’s sleepy eyes flashed open to see which of the stallions she was going to have to “entertain” this time. To her surprise, it was actually Apple Bloom that stepped into the cramped space carrying…pancakes? Tinker soon stepped in after her. Scootaloo had no idea what was going on. Apple Bloom gingerly placed the plate of food on the floor, and then tackled Scootaloo into a hug.
“Scoots!” Apple Bloom had her face pressed to her friend’s, her mouth right next to Scootaloo’s ear. In a much lower voice, she whispered, “Under the pancakes, make sure he doesn’t see it.” Scootaloo fought to control her surprise, and right away, Apple Bloom was back to smiling and shouting excitedly. “I’m so happy to see you! Tinker said I could eat breakfast here with you!” Scootaloo’s stomach gurgled in response, which prompted Apple Bloom to continue, “And of course I was going to share some…” She glanced back at Tinker, and he nodded, giving her permission, “…with you.” Tinker finally entered fully, closing the door and then leaning against it as he watched the fillies.
Finally prying herself off of Scootaloo, Apple Bloom waltzed back over to where her plate was. When she brought it over, Scootaloo noticed the way that she positioned herself between Tinker and the plate. Scootaloo ripped a piece of a pancake off and plopped it in her mouth. She hadn’t eaten after her morning exercise, and she was famished, but she controlled herself before reaching down for a second piece. This time she slowly lifted the whole stack up, and saw…it. The whole room fell silent for her, as the hammering of her heart drown out everything. ‘How did she manage to get a hold this?!’ Trying to keep her hooves out of sight of the watching stallion, Scootaloo reached for the paring knife. Gripping it, she slowly moved it off of the plate, and slid it under the nearest blanket. With it now hidden, she resumed eating, all the while praying Tinker couldn’t see her sweating.
It didn’t take long for two of them to inhale the rest of the food. Tinker grabbed their plate, and explained that he would be leaving to put it away. As soon as the door was shut, Scootaloo moved the knife to a blanket farther from the middle where she slept. When she turned around, Apple Bloom had her eyes iron-focused on her hooves. Concerned at the sudden drop in her enthusiasm, Scootaloo came over and wrapped a wing around her friend’s shoulder.
“Sweetie Belle hates me.” She didn’t look up as she said this. Scootaloo could hear the despondency in her tone and frowned. Before she could ask what Apple Bloom meant, the red-haired filly continued, “They made her…lick me, and she hated it, and I liked it, and now she’s going to hate me for liking it, and….” Scootaloo pushed her hoof to cover Apple Bloom’s mouth and stop the relentless stream of anxiety. She gave her distressed friend a smile.
“Apple Bloom, it’s ok. Sweetie won’t be mad at you. It’s not your fault they made her do that to you, and she knows that.” She pulled her friend closer, hugging Apple Bloom to her chest. Apple Bloom had fallen silent, but she still looked pretty glum. 
“I blurted it out, when I came, I blurted out how I feel about her.” Apple Bloom hugged Scootaloo back; and Scootaloo’s heart sank, knowing where this was going. “I could tell when she was…doing what she had to do. Sweetie doesn’t feel the same.” Scootaloo didn’t know what to say.
The fillies jumped in surprise as the door opened back up. Onyx came striding in with Sweetie Belle at his side. Sweetie gave her friends a smile before she was directed by Onyx to stand in the back. Apple Bloom could feel her face flash red as Sweetie walked by her, glad at least that she didn’t seem mad. Onyx came up to her and Scootaloo and began gathering several of the blankets together, and to the girls’ relief, didn’t go near where the paring knife was hidden. After he had made a makeshift bed, Onyx lay down and called out to them.
“Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, come over here please.” As they came over to him, he locked eyes with Scootaloo. “Ok honey, I haven’t had the pleasure of feeling you yet. Which is a shame, because Tinker says that you’re really tight. So, why don’t you come over here and have a ride. Scootaloo nodded, and moved on top of the stallion. As she lined herself up, Onyx gestured for Apple Bloom to come next to where his head was. Slowly, Scootaloo lowered herself down. Her motion was deliberate, and meant to lessen the initial pain of taking in a cock far too big for her. As Scootaloo began to rock her hips, Onyx grabbed and pulled Apple Bloom into a sitting position right by his face, so that she was facing him. Reaching his hooves around to her butt, he pulled her into and began licking.
Onyx buried his face in Apple Bloom’s folds as he began to slam painfully into Scootaloo, making her wince with every push. As unwilling as she was, her warm little pussy was wrapped tightly around him. Vaginal juices were already streaming out of her young pussy as Scootaloo rhythmically swayed her small body. The pain mounting, her hoof reached out to Apple Bloom for comfort. Apple Bloom reached behind her, grabbed and squeezed Scootaloo’s hoof even as Onyx skillful tongue sent shivers of pleasure through her body. The feel of her friend’s hoof in hers gave Scootaloo just a small bit of solace as Onyx’s hips slapped into her young flesh.
The stallion had begun to lightly squeeze and play with Apple Bloom’s butt, and the added stimulation was making it hard for her to focus. Despite how recent her last orgasm was, Apple Bloom could already feel herself getting close. The more her climax neared, Onyx could feel the little muscles in her butt and legs tense as he ran his hooves over her body. The hoof gripping Scootaloo’s tightened as Apple Bloom let out a high-pitched whine. Onyx enveloped Apple Bloom’s pussy in his mouth so he wouldn’t miss any of the filly’s juices, as the sweet fluids began to gush out. The little hips kept twitching on top of his face, and Apple Bloom rode out her second orgasm of the day. Apple Bloom’s breathing was beginning to slow, and Onyx pulled his face away from her, cum still dribbling down his chin. He patted her butt, and motioned for her to climb off. Legs still shaky from her climax, she did as she was told. Scootaloo whimpered as she felt Apple Bloom’s hoof slide out of hers.
Apple Bloom climbed off of him, and Onyx turned his full attention to the filly bouncing on top of him. With her in this position, Onyx got his first good look at the girl’s underbelly. She was in very good shape. Even with her tummy contorting with every hump, he could see that. She clearly put effort into staying in shape, and Onyx’s face twisted into a grin as he discovered a new way to get under the poor filly’s skin. He hadn’t had much luck hurting this one, maybe this would help.
“Umber tells me he thinks you had a little experience with this sort of thing even before we started teaching you. I take it you had a coltfriend?” Her eyes, which had been on the wall ever since Apple Bloom had finished, turned to look at him. There was a brief silence interrupted only by the regular smacking sound of their meeting hips. After a few seconds, she gave a little nod. “So, how many times did he cum inside of you?” Her eyes widened, and her hoof drifted over her stomach.
“I never let him.” Scootaloo stammered, her mouth going dry, knowing what the stallion was thinking. “I’m an athlete, I can’t afford to get pregnant.” That statement was met with an amused chuckled from Onyx.
“An athlete huh? Not anymore you’re not.” Onyx ran a hoof over Scootaloo’s toned stomach, “I’m just sad that I probably won’t get the chance to see how cute you’ll look after you swell up.” The tear-filled look of pure hate she gave him then was worth kidnapping her for by itself. Even better was her quiet whimper once she realized how close he was. He leaned his body up so that his face was mere inches from Scootaloo’s and forced her to look at him. He wanted her to see his face as he came inside her. 
Scootaloo fought to maintain her composure, to not break down in front of this asshole, but it was becoming difficult. The one of the other stallions had cum inside of her that second day, but the pain she had felt during that rape hadn’t allowed her to focus on that fact. While it still hurt a little as Onyx pushed into her small frame, it wasn’t bad enough to overwhelm her thoughts this time. This was the first time one of them were going to cum inside of her while she was capable of thinking about it. She tried to turn her eyes away, but Onyx violently slapped her butt. Scootaloo screamed in pain.
“No looking away dear. I want you to look at me.” Her eyes met his, and he gave her a smile. Her moist walls were gripping him so tightly, and the look on her face was so delicious, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. With both hooves still tightly gripping her face, he leaned forward and set Scootaloo flat on the floor. With him on top now, he pounded into her even faster. Scootaloo fought the need to sob as his eyes glazed over. The fantastic feeling of this unwilling girl’s warm grip finally set Onyx over the edge, and a wonderful sensation rose up inside of him. 
Afraid of the pain he would deal her if she looked away, Scootaloo stared into those misted eyes as she felt his warm cum seep into her. Onyx sighed with bliss as he could feel her little body milking him, the last little bits of cum entering deep into her body. He lightly stroked her head as he finally pulled out of her.
“I’ll swing back around lunch to have another go at you girls. You can all stay here for now. I have some buyers coming by to take a look at you girls in a few days, so I might as well let you spend your last few days together before they separate you out.” He ruffled Scootaloo’s hair as he drank in the fearful look in their eyes. “You three enjoy yourselves.” Onyx turned to leave, closing the door as he did. As he left the girls behind him, he found himself a little disappointed. These three had been an unbelievable delight, and Onyx would be sad to see them go. However, they were getting to be a little to broken for his taste. Sure, Scootaloo’s reaction was pretty good, but nothing like what Sweetie’s or Apple Bloom’s had been. None of them screamed like they had that first night, and it was even getting hard to make Apple Bloom cry. Sure, there was still a bit of fun to be squeezed out of them, as he just had with Scootaloo, but it was time to find some new toys.

Back in the room, once she was certain that Onyx was gone, Scootaloo broke down. She sat still, her hooves covering her cum splattered vagina as she sobbed. Apple Bloom, returning the favor from earlier, comforted her friend as Sweetie Belle made her way over. Sweetie too wrapped her hooves around Scootaloo as the three of them sat, the silence only incomplete due to Scootaloo’s quiet sobbing. 
After a few minutes, she rubbed a hoof over her eyes to wipe some of the tears away, and stood up. Her hoof briefly made its way to her belly, as she prayed that she would escape this without an unwelcome passenger. She had only been raped a fraction of the amount of times as her two friends, and only a few of those times had been inside of her. Still, the idea of escape was so close that Scootaloo could practically taste it. She couldn’t bear the idea of making it out of this, just to carry a piece of this nightmare home with her.
“Sweetie, come here please.” Scootaloo led her friend to the other side of the room, and then showed Sweetie the key to their freedom. The paring knife glistened in the dimming afternoon light that floated in from the window. Understanding what this meant, an outright giggle escaped Sweetie’s mouth as she leaned her head down, presenting her horn to Scootaloo. ‘Where did they find that!? Is…is this actually happening!?’ Scootaloo lifted the knife in her wing, and pushed its edge into the latch holding Sweetie Belle’s horn ring in place. She began to turn it, making Sweetie suck her breath in as she felt a pressure in her skull that she hadn’t even realized was there relax. “Oh!” Scootaloo exclaimed, a pitying look crossing her face as she looked at Sweetie Belle. “This uh…this is probably going to hurt a little.”
“Just do it quickly then.” Sweetie responded. Nodding, Scootaloo twisted the latch the remaining amount, and a wet popping sound was heard as the latch pulled back. Sweetie yelped in pain as the horn ring loosened its grip on her magic. A small trickle of blood ran down her horn, as Sweetie’s hooves flew to the injury. Apple Bloom quickly bunched up a blanket, and helped Sweetie stop the bleeding. “What was that?” Sweetie demanded, pulling a reddened hoof away from her head.
“The ring was latched into your horn. I’m guessing that’s how the ring stops your spells, it plugs the magic up before it can go anywhere.” She slipped the knife back under a blanket, and joined Apple Bloom in comforting her friend. “Does it still hurt?” Sweetie nodded.
“A little, but it’s ok. Can I take the ring off now?” Scootaloo thought for a moment, but then frowned.
“Not yet. Er, well, you can. I don’t think it would be a good idea though, the ring looks like it is really hard to get on or off even with the latch undone. I think we should wait to remove it until we’re ready to make our move, that way we don’t risk one of the assholes noticing that it’s off.” When Sweetie’s face fell at that, Scootaloo lifted her chin, and flashed her a smile. “It shouldn’t matter much anyway though. I think it was the latch itself that was holding your magic back, so you should be able to use your magic now.” Sweetie Belle’s glimmered with hope, and she pulled away from her friends. She fluffed her hair to cover the loose latch, and her friends watched as she prepared to test out her newly freed magic. Their hooves fell to the floor as they watched. Sweetie Belle concentrated on one of the blankets on the floor, and a soft green aura surrounded it, lifting it into the air. The gleeful laugh that left Sweetie Belle’s mouth was the most pleasant sound Scootaloo had heard in days.
“It…I…I can….” Her eyes were filling with tears, this time of pure joy. Hooves wrapped around Scootaloo, Sweetie had tackled her into a tight hug. She was still laughing. She was so happy.

The light of the fifth day was turning orange when Apple Bloom opened her eyes. Tinker’s hooves were still wrapped around her form, even as he snored. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the filly slowly remembered why she was here. Tinker had made her lunch, and then taken her on the couch. Both of them were pretty worn out, and had accidentally drifted off to sleep after they were done. Considering how dark it was, Apple Bloom must have been out for most of the day. She was glad. This meant that she would be less tired when they made their escape later that night,
Slowly, trying not to wake the stallion, Apple Bloom peeled herself out from under Tinker’s hooves. When she had gotten herself into a standing position, she listened intently. She couldn’t hear the other two stallions. The way out. That was what she had been charged with finding, the way out. It had to be her. Scootaloo was never trusted outside of her room, and Sweetie Belle was almost never allowed to go anywhere without Onyx being there. In theory, Tinker was supposed to do the same for Apple Bloom but….
Another loud snore belted out from behind her, and Apple Bloom chuckled quietly. It was time to get to work. Her task was easy, just find the door outside and figure out which direction to leave in. She walked to the far end of the hall, to the door at the end. It was as good a bet as any that this was the right one. She pushed the door open, but was greeted by a bedroom instead. She gasped in fear as she saw Onyx on the bed inside, but relaxed when she realized he was asleep. Curled up next to him was Sweetie Belle. Apparently, Onyx and Sweetie were in the same situation that she and Tinker had been in. Quietly, Apple Bloom closed the door again. 
Looking at the other doorways in the long hall, Apple Bloom doubted that any of them led outside. So, she made her way over to the kitchen. Leading out the back side of it was another hallway that she hadn’t seen much of yet. When she got there, her eyes lit up in triumph. Another door, this had to be it. There was even a covered-up window on the door, not something usually found on an inside door. With a forceful push, Apple Bloom attempted to open the door. However, it remained firmly shut. She realized that it was locked. Well, that wasn’t an issue, Sweetie could unlock it with her magic.
“And you were doing so well too.” Apple Bloom yelped in shock, flipping around to see Tinker looking down at her. Umber was standing next to him, a sick grin on his face. “I actually believed you might be learning your place here, and here you are trying to leave.” He forcibly grabbed her, and yanked her into the living room, shoving her down to the floor. “Umber, get us started. I’ll go let Onyx know what happened. He’ll want to help punish her.” Tinker strode off, leaving Apple Bloom alone with Umber. The filly’s heart was hammering in her chest as she tried to avoid Umber’s gaze. 
The stallion walked over to where the filly had been thrown. He sat himself down in a vertical position, and directed Apple Bloom to climb up. Sniffling, she climbed into his lap, and wrapped her hooves behind his back to steady herself. Umber grabbed her shoulders, and started to lower her down. Apple Bloom began to whine as Umber’s body began to rock up and down. The pain wasn’t too bad, but Apple Bloom knew that worse was coming.
“I wasn’t doing anything. I swear, I was just looking around. You don’t need to hurt me. I just…AH!” Umber’s hoof left a deep red mark where it had hit.
“Did Tinker say you could ‘look around?’” When she didn’t answer, he struck her again, this time much harder. Apple Bloom began to cry as she held he sore face. She whimpered out a response.
“No, I’m sorry. I should have asked, I’m sorry.” Hearing her apology, Umber lowered his hoof. It was up to Onyx to decide what to do with her anyway, he just wanted to concentrate on fucking his little toy. He wrapped his hooves around the small of her back, and pulled her in close. He nibbled on her ear and kissed shoulder and neck. He had hilted in her by this point, and his movements began to pick up speed.
Apple Bloom was looking at the ceiling, trying to take her mind off of the thickness that was pushing into her. Her mind drifted to home. It was getting dark out, Applejack was likely just calling it a day. ‘I wonder who has been doing my chores. Probably Big Mac, I’ll owe him bigtime when I get back.’ These thoughts darkened however, as she realized that Applejack and Big Mac probably weren’t any chores at all. They were likely still trying to find her. ‘When I get home, I am going to give everypony the tightest hugs they’ve ever had. Granny especially, she can’t be taking this well.’
“So, sightseeing were we?” Apple Bloom’s attention turned to Onyx, who had apparently just entered the room with Tinker at his back. He reached towards her, and grabbed her hair. Yanking her face to look at him, his voice went cold. “You will never do that again. You only go where we tell you to go, even if you just want to go across the room.” Apple Bloom nodded, and he let her face go. Onyx stepped back to enjoy the view of this little filly forced to ride his companion. His expression brightened somewhat, he stepped into the next room and quickly returned with a sheet of paper that he held out to her. 
“So, Umber went into town today to do some food shopping. He found something that you may be interested in.” The bouncing motion made it difficult, but Apple Bloom gripped the paper, and looked at it. It was a missing ponies flyer. “These are apparently hung up all over town, impressive given how far away from Ponyville we are.” There, emblazoned on the front were last year’s school photos of herself and the other two CMC. At the bottom was a simple three-part message in the hoofwriting of Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and her sister.
Apple Bloom’s lips quivered as she read, and she didn’t notice as Onyx positioned himself behind her. She jumped as she felt his hooves spread her butt cheeks apart. Onyx pinned her between himself and the still pumping Umber. Apple Bloom fought wildly to free herself from their grip when she felt his head touch the puckered entrance.
“You know, I don’t think we’ve broken this hole in yet.” Onyx’s hooves held the suddenly panicking Apple Bloom in place, as he grinned wickedly. “We can’t rightfully sell her off if we haven’t fully tested her out, can we?” He laughed at the poor filly’s sudden desperate struggling. Apple Bloom remembered what it had looked like when Umber had raped Sweetie Belle there, she could still hear her friend’s pained screams.
“No, no! Don’t do it there, please!” Onyx ignored her, and he held her close as he struggled to push into the tight hole. The heavenly sensation of Apple Bloom’s tight ass was nothing to Onyx next to the sweet sound of her screaming as he pushed into her. His slow movements consumed all of her attention, and Umber’s furious humping was forgotten. “OOW! No! NO! Please stop! It hurts!” Apple Bloom pleaded; crying hysterically, her sobs cutting into her miserable pleading. “I’m s-sorry, I-I’m sorry I misbehaved! Just stooop *sob* I’ll do-o whatever yo….” Finally, it was too much, and Apple Bloom’s speech devolved into pitiful blubbering as she hung her head and loudly wailed.
It was almost too tight. Onyx was having a real tough time pushing into the bawling filly. Umber was pushing into her pussy several times faster than him, and he was only able to push part of the way in. However, the enveloping feeling he felt whenever he did push in was almost unbelievable. How had he waited this long to try this on the girl? Tinker, who was still stroking himself off to the side, could see the bliss on Onyx’s face. He decided it was time he stepped in.
“Apple Bloom.” The tears were still flowing freely when Tinker put his cock in front of her face. Not wanting them to hurt her any more than they were, she opened her mouth. Tinker smiled pityingly at the filly as he pushed into her mouth, muffling her sobs. “I’m sorry, but you brought this on yourself.” Tinker said, as he felt her tongue run slowly along his shaft. While she lacked the “training” that Onyx had given Sweetie, and the experience that Scootaloo had, Apple Bloom’s mouth was still enjoyable enough.
For several minutes, Apple Bloom was rocked in every direction as three cocks violently violated her every orifice. Even with Tinker’s penis blocking her mouth, she still noisily cried. Her left hoof cupped and massaged Tinker’s balls, earning her several satisfied gasps. However, her right hoof never released the flyer. Tinker pushed into her mouth so deep his sack repeatedly brushed up to her chin. Saliva coated his cock, and made her tongue slide along it wonderfully. Umber just pounded away at her with reckless abandon. Onyx was the first to cum, his hooves kneading her belly as the pleasure overcame him. Tinker was next. The suction of her mouth milked the first burst of cum right out of him, and he pulled out of her mouth and moaned as he fired cum at Apple Bloom’s face, getting some on her nose, hair, and closed eyes. Umber, surprisingly, finished last. He shouted in carnal bliss as his cock, soaked in her vaginal juice, slammed into her one last time.
The four of them were left in a damp pile, all completely spent. Umber and Onyx eventually recovered, and gave Tinker a nod as they left the room. Tinker lifted Apple Bloom up, and held her cum drenched body close. The little filly still held onto the flyer. With the action over, her eyes flew over the page once again.
These three fillies went missing from Ponyville Monday. They were last seen walking towards the town’s eastern end. If you have any information regarding their location, or if you have seen them recently, please contact your nearest royal authorities.
Sweetie Belle, if you’re reading this, I love you so much; and I will rip whoever took you from me to shreds when I find you. 
Hang in there Squirt. You’re strong, I know that you’ll be ok.
Be brave Apple Bloom. We’re coming for you.
Apple Bloom gripped the flyer to her chest, holding it like a lifeline connecting her to the family she wanted back so badly. 


‘You won’t have to look much longer sis, we’re coming home.’

It had been two hours since the stallions had left her for the night. Sweetie figured that they were likely asleep by now. Throwing off her blankets, and rousing the other girls, Sweetie marched over to the door. She reached up and peeled the ring off of her horn, and it fell onto the blankets with a muted *thunk.* Green energy swirled around Sweetie’s horn and melted through the door, as Sweetie gripped the handle on the opposite side and turned it slowly. The door made a little noise as it opened, and all three girls winced. However, there was no noise from out in the hall, and they quickly relaxed. Sweetie took the lead as they crept out into the darkened hall. In complete silence, they began their journey up the stairs, down the hall, and to the door that Apple Bloom identified as the exit.
Once again, Sweetie’s horn began to glow, as she reached to open the lock on their doorway to freedom. A silent metallic click was the only noise as Sweetie turned the handle, and the door slowly opened. The cold of the outside air greeted the fillies, and the three of them were left frozen as they stared into the darkness of night that would hopefully cover their escape. After a moment of disbelief that they had made it this far, the three of them stepped through the threshold.

> The Cutie Mark Crusaders' New Lives
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	The night air was cold enough to make the girls shiver as they stepped out of the doorway. There wasn’t much moonlight, which made seeing their surroundings difficult. However, they could quickly make out that they were in clearing of a fairly dense piece of forest. After a quick glance around, Apple Bloom pointed into the distance. 
“We need to go that way,” She quietly whispered. Scootaloo looked where she was pointing, clearly confused.
“How do you know?” The forest looked the same to her in that direction as it did in any other.
“Look at the stars.” Apple Bloom said, pointing. “See that black area there, where there’s something between us and the night sky? I think that’s Canterlot Mountain. Even if it’s not, it gives us a direction to go in.”
“Wherever we go, I think we should get moving.” Sweetie Belle interjected, “The more distance we can put between ourselves and this place before they wake up, the better.” Nodding in agreement, Scootaloo fell in behind Apple Bloom as she stepped down from the doorway. Sweetie, slowly and quietly, sealed the door behind them. There was a simple road leading out from the plain looking house. It was clearly poorly maintained, and the house itself, despite how nice it was in the interior, looked almost abandoned.
The girls set off toward the silhouette, initially walking along the side of the road before Scootaloo pointed out that that might be a bad idea. The forest floor was very dense, as was the canopy, which made both movement and navigation difficult. They stopped almost every five minutes to let Apple Bloom double check that they were still on course. They walked in silence for almost an hour before Sweetie picked up her pace, to bring herself next to Apple Bloom.
“Hey uh, Apple Bloom?” The red-haired filly didn’t respond, her face flaring red, but she tilted her ears up to listen. “Since it looks like it will be several hours before we get anywhere, I-I wanted to talk to you about….” 
“Are you sure now is the best time?” Apple Bloom’s face was redder than her hair, and Sweetie could her that she was trying not to cry. Despite the private nature of what they were discussing, Scootaloo practically clung to their backs as they walked. She had never been comfortable in the dark, and she had a lingering feeling that they were being followed.
“Well, I mean, it’s not like they can hear us.” Predicting what her friend’s next counterargument would be, she added, “And don’t tell me you need to focus on where you’re going. You can walk in a straight line and listen at the same time.” Sweetie took her friend’s silence as permission to continue, “I…when I saw you the other day, you looked scared. Like you thought I would be mad at you. We can discuss…what you said, and what that means for us, when we get home. Right now, though, I want you to know that I’m not mad at you. They made you do that to me, and the fact that you clearly enjoyed it….” Sweetie smiled softly, “I was just happy to see you smile again.” Apple Bloom sniffed, trying to hold back tears. “I promise, when we get home I….”
“Uh girls!” Sweetie stopped talking, and turned to see what Scootaloo wanted. The filly had stopped moving, and had her eyes fixed to the ground between them. Following her gaze, Sweetie noticed something…uncomfortably familiar. There was a very soft green glow around their hooves. Sweetie felt her jaw clench as her heartbeat picked up. ‘How long has that been there? We were walking too close, we should have spread out enough to see each other’s hooves!’ Scootaloo bent her head down to get a better look at glowing earth. “What is this?”
“We need to run.” Apple Bloom looked over at Sweetie in surprise.
“What do y….”
“NOW!” Sweetie shoved Apple Bloom forward, and then picked Scootaloo back onto her feet with magic. Soon the three fillies were bolting through the forest floor, branches whipping at their faces as they ran. Apple Bloom led the charge, but she yelled back at Sweetie Belle.
“What’s going on? What is that light?” A root snagged her hoof and she almost faceplanted into a rock, but Sweetie caught her in her magic. Once her friend had regained her footing Sweetie answered.
“Twilight called it the ‘Revealed Path’ spell. It’s what the royal guard uses to track escaped convicts!” She yelled ahead. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom felt the blood leave their faces when the implication hit them. “We need to split up. If the spell is cast on multiple ponies, it gets weaker the farther away from each other they are.”
“Right!” Apple Bloom responded, “If any of us get caught, the others can tell the guards to search this forest. We can still get away girls!” Scootaloo yelled in agreement.
“Damn right. Ok, split up in 3, 2, 1…BREAK!” The three fillies darted into different directions, although all of them still vaguely headed towards the silhouette of the mountain. The glow around their slowly began to dim, but the fade was very slow.

Sweetie wasn’t sure how long she had been running for, or for that matter, where she was running to. She’d lost all sense of direction. She stopped running as she squinted into the night, looking for the mountain. ‘Is that it? No, no I do…what was that?’ She turned to look towards the sound of a branch snapping. Nothing, probably just an animal. Stopping had been a bad idea, it didn’t matter where she ran as long as it was away from the hell behind her. She began running again. The forest continued to stretch on in front of her as she ran.
This time it wasn’t her imagination. There were hoof steps quickly approaching her. Sweetie ran in a panic, as she looked behind her to try and see her follower, but it was just too dark. She got her answer quickly though as she slammed into something at about chest height. A branch was levitating in front of where she had been running. Umber. The air had been knocked out of Sweetie’s lungs, and she couldn’t muster the strength to stand as the dark form of the unicorn descended on her. She felt the same horrifying feeling as that first day, as a powerful smelling rag was forced over her mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit….” This was bad, this was very bad. Despite being a pegasus, Scootaloo had the worst night vision of the trio. She’d basically been stumbling blind as she ran, and that resulted in exactly what she had been worried it would. Her hoof had gotten caught in an animal burrow, and she’d twisted it. It wasn’t broken, but she couldn’t run. Looking down, she could still see a very faint glow around her hooves. She wasn’t getting away. It was going to be up to the other two to bail her out of this. Unable to run, Scootaloo decided to do what Rainbow Dash would do in her position, and fight back.
The displacement of air caused by a pegasus’s wings was not a loud noise, but it was easily recognizable. Scootaloo waited until the last minute then went down on her fore hooves, and kicked with her back hooves into the air. She was rewarded with a loud yell of pain as she hit Onyx right in his left wing. The stallion quickly picked himself up, and ducked under another swing that Scootaloo made, towards his head this time. He slapped her as hard as he could manage, and she spun as she screamed in pain. His left hoof pinned her fore hooves to her side, as his right forced a rag over her mouth.

The glow around Apple Bloom’s hooves had disappeared around a minute ago. Yet, she refused to stop running. Her lungs screamed for her to stop, to rest, but she ignored it. Branches whipped by her as she ran, tearing at her fur and flesh. She was bleeding from several of the cuts she’d received, but she would not stop running. She periodically checked behind her to see if she had a follower, and after a few minutes of more running, this proved a valid worry. There, only a few hundred paces behind her, was a stallion. She couldn’t tell which one, and she really didn’t care. She didn’t know she had it in herself, but somehow, she sprinted even faster.
The clop of hooves following her was all the motivation she needed to keep up her panicked pace. There was a particularly dense group of bushes ahead. Without slowing down, she burst through them, and was greeted with an interesting sight.
Was that…? Lights! Street lights! She could see the silhouettes of houses too. It didn’t look like Poniville, but she couldn’t care less. Salvation was so close, Apple Bloom opened her mouth to scream for help. Her mind on the lights, she didn’t notice the root until it was too late. Without Sweetie’s magic to catch her this time; Apple Bloom’s face was given an abrupt introduction to the ground. Her vision glazed over. She desperately tried to stand back up, but immediately fell to her knees again. She opened her mouth to scream for help from somepony in the town, but a rag was shoved over her mouth before she could make a sound. Her muffled screams never made it far enough to be heard by anypony but the stallion holding her.
“Stop struggling, stop…there we go. There we go, go to sleep. I need to get you back home you little misbehaving brat.” Apple Bloom barely registered Tinker’s voice. Her entire being was focused on those buildings. They were right there, and she couldn’t reach them.

Apple Bloom’s eyes drifted back open in a familiar location. The grey walls and minimal light that had become her home greeted her slowly waking eyes. She brought herself to her knees, the previous night’s failed escape flooding back to her, as she began to cry softly. They were so close….
“Ah, the last one is finally awake then.” Her eyes followed the voice to see Onyx, and she was met with an immediate slap to her face. She yelped as her hoof reached to the point of impact. Onyx pushed head down to the floor violently, and leaned down to her. All of the restraint that had always been present in his voice was gone as he snarled at her, “What did you think you were trying to do? Did you really think we’d just let you leave that easily!?” When Apple didn’t answer, he grabbed her hoof, and began to painfully drag her out of the room and through the house. They arrived at the entrance to Onyx’s room, and the stallion threw the door open.
Sweetie was laying down on the edge of the bed. She had a ball gag in her mouth, and she breathing frantically through it. Her hooves were tied behind her, and her back legs were secured to the floor so that they were spread open in front of Apple Bloom. Scootaloo was tied to the bed’s headboard, and she was positioned so that her face was to the wall. Onyx shoved Apple Bloom though the door, and as he stepped in, he grabbed something off of a nearby shelf. The object flew through the air, as Onyx tossed it in front of Apple Bloom.
“Put it on.” Onyx growled at her. Apple Bloom looked down at the strap on, immediately understanding what it was for. Whimpering, she slipped it over her waist. The phallic part of the strap on extended into the strap, and it pushed into Apple Bloom was she wore it. Onyx grabbed something else off of the shelf as well, a short rubber stick of some sort. Moving next to Apple Bloom, he pushed her towards Sweetie Belle’s tied up form. She stood there awkwardly, as a now terrified Sweetie Belle’s eyes were locked on the thing now protruding from Apple Bloom’s hips. “What are you waiting for? Start!” Onyx yelled at her. He looked up at Umber and Tinker, “You two get started as well.” The two stallions climbed onto the bed, and slid up to Scootaloo. Apple Bloom’s heart was beating as she looked down at her terrified friend. She knew what Onyx wanted her to do but….
“I-I can’t. I can’t hurt her. I….” *Smack* The rubber slapped across her face loud enough that she yelled in pain. “Please! She’s my friend, I ca….” Another slap, and by now Apple Bloom was beginning to cry, her voice raising in pitch as she became desperate. “Please, it was my idea. They had nothing to do with it. Don’t make me do this!” At the other end of the bed, the two other stallions were now positioned behind Scootaloo. The filly glared back at them, but said nothing. That is, until she realized what they were doing. She could feel both of them pressing against her asshole at the same time, and she began pull at the ropes holding her to the headboard.
“Woah, hey! They won’t both fit, they won’t both…ju-just take different holes! Guys…guys, ple-AAAAHHH!” Tinker and Umber both pushed into Scootaloo at the same time, and for the first time since being kidnapped, Scootaloo screamed. There were no words, no pleas for mercy. There was just a constant pained yell as tears streamed freely down her reddened face. It was awkward at first for the two stallions doing this. However, after a while, they formed a rhythm. Scootaloo yanked at the ropes holding her, but they wouldn’t give. Eventually, she just buried her head in the pillow at the head of the bed, and bawled into it. The stabbing pressure in her ass making her feel agonizingly full, and utterly empty on every round. Onyx listened to the delicious sounds of a lesson being learned, as he turned back towards Apple Bloom, who was watching the events unfold in abject horror. Onyx smacked the back of her head to get her attention, and pointed down to a frightened Sweetie Belle.
“If you won’t do it, then I will.” Onyx tapped the end of the strap on, “This is a lot smaller than I am. If you do it, it will hurt her a lot less.” Apple Bloom was sobbing, but she had no choice. She pulled herself close to her friend, and lined herself up with Sweetie’s pussy. “No, no dear. Not there.” Sweetie Belle, squeaked through her gag, as her eyes shot open. She looked to Apple Bloom, and began to frantically shake her head.
“I have to Sweetie. It’ll hurt less if I do it.” Apple Bloom’s voice was weak as she readjusted her position. Sweetie was begging through her gag, and Apple Bloom almost couldn’t see through her tears as she ignored her friends desperate pleading. “I’m, *sob* Sweetie, I’m so sorry.” Sweetie Belle’s eyes squeezed as she began to sob into her gag. Wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible, Apple Bloom pushed into her friend’s ass. Hearing Sweetie scream through her gag, as her back arched in pain, broke Apple Bloom’s heart. What was worse for Apple Bloom was the strap on. The part that was inside of her, pushed back every time she humped her friend. The waves of pleasure it sent through Apple Bloom’s made her feel all the more terrible. Her tears were falling onto Sweetie as she pleaded with her friend. 
“Please, I’m so *sob* sorry. Please forgive me, don’t be mad. I *sob* love you Sweetie, I don’t want to hurt you. Please look at me.” As she begged, Apple Bloom could feel Onyx push up to her. She closed her eyes, feeling him push into her ass, as he forced Apple Bloom to experience what both of her friends were. Onyx groaned in ecstasy at the tight sensation. He didn’t even need to move much; Apple Bloom’s undulations were massaging him just fine. However, that wasn’t the point of all of this. This was punishment after all. So, her began to slam his hips into her, hearing her sobs worsen if that was even possible. At the head of the bed, Tinker and Umber were both getting near their limits. Feeling their paces become irregular, Scootaloo glanced back at them.
“You’re almost *sniff* done, right? Please, just get it over with.” Scootaloo whimpered. Tinker met her eyes, and gave her a nod. 
“I’m getting close. It didn’t have to be this painful, you know. Why did you three have to go and do something so damn stupid.” He didn’t seem as readily horrible as the others at the moment, but any of the mercy toward these girls he had shown before died the moment they tried to escape. Scootaloo sniffled as the two continued to force themselves into her. They were all three sweating profusely, and it made their hips slap noisily. Scootaloo’s back legs were beginning to struggle to hold her up while the two stallions were repeatedly shoving down into her. She was just so tired. Umber finished first. The overpowering slam of ecstasy made him let out a loud shout as he pulled out of her, shooting his cum onto her face before she could turn away. Umber laughed as she yelped, and tried to wipe his cum off on the pillow. 
Tinker lasted a little longer. As he got close, he bent down so that his body molded around hers. He nibbled on her ear as his hooves gripped her shoulders to provide support. He made no noise as he came. His grip on her shoulders tightened, and he nuzzled her necked as he pushed into the agonizing tightness of Scootaloo’s ass. When he came, he came inside, the white fluid oozing out around his buried member. He hugged her close for a while, occasionally bucking back into her slightly as a small, lingering wave of pleasure hit him. When it was finally over, Tinker eased out of her slowly. Even with the cocks no longer stabbing into her, the pain was still there, and Scootaloo just hugged the pillow to her as she quietly cried. Tinker climbed off of the bed and he and Umber didn’t say a word as they both left to clean themselves off, leaving the three girls alone with Onyx.
Apple Bloom wanted to die. The strap on was still pushing into her, and was now dripping with her juices. Sweetie Belle was looking at her, trying to meet her eyes, but Apple Bloom wouldn’t let her. She couldn’t let her friend know how good this felt. Onyx, however, felt no such reservations. He was moaning and gasping as he pumped into Apple Bloom. His hooves kneaded her small, but firm butt cheeks as his hips smacked into them. Apple Bloom soon felt the warm squirting of cum being shot deep into her, but her mind was elsewhere. She didn’t even notice as Onyx pulled out of her. 
Then it started to happen. Apple Bloom’s eyes squeezed shut as she tried to deny what she was feeling, but it was impossible. The sensation of the strap on brushing against her, the feel of her hips connecting with Sweetie’s, the pure beauty of the filly she loved; it was all so overpowering. Apple Bloom hated herself. She hated that it felt so good to rape her friend. However, that hate was not enough to stop the inevitable. Apple Bloom sobbed as she felt herself cum to the sound of her friend crying. When Apple Bloom finally opened her eyes, she saw Sweetie Belle looking back at her. Even with little trickles of blood running down the strap on, even with her eyes so puffy from crying; Apple Bloom could see that Sweetie already forgave her. Apple Bloom would never be able to forgive herself. Whatever piece of her was left that believed that things could ever go back to the way things were, died right then.

The small amount of light that drifted into the cart from outside streamed in through a small crack in the wood. Scootaloo had her eye pressed to it to give her a view of where she was. She saw plenty, trees, valleys, mountains; but it was all meaningless because she recognized none of it. She’s been in this cart, aside from predetermined bathroom breaks, for three days. She could be anywhere in Equestria for all she knew. Being so far away from home, for the first time it really began to hit her that she would probably never see her home again. The young mare sitting across from Scootaloo frowned at her. When she had first gotten on the cart, Scootaloo had toyed with the idea of getting the other fillies together to rush and overpower their one overseer. However, with all of them chained to their seats, she quickly realized that was impossible. All of the fillies, herself included, had at one point or another attempted to yell out to another passing cart for help. However, the cart was clearly magically sound proof.
“Would you sit down.” The mare snapped. Scootaloo backed away and sat down on the cushioned seat next to one of the other fillies that had joined her on the cart over its journey. The little filly had just been picked up a few miles back, and she looked absolutely terrified.
“Where do you think they’re taking us?” She asked the older Scootaloo. Scoots just shrugged, and the filly’s face took on a look of clearly forced determination, “Well, we’re going to get rescued soon right. I’ve heard that Princess Luna can find ponies in their dreams, she’ll save us!” The filly looked at Scootaloo pleadingly, desperate to hear that everything would be ok. Scootaloo wanted to say yes, to give her that piece of mind, but she couldn’t bring herself to lie.
“I don’t think so. We would need to know where we were so that we could tell Luna. She can’t help us if she can’t find us. No, wherever this cart is going, I have a feeling we’ll be spending the rest of our lives there.” The filly’s face contorted as she began to cry. Scootaloo pulled her in close with her wing. “Shh, none of that. It’s ok, whatever happens, I will be right here for you.” She let the filly cry into her chest, as Scootaloo made up her mind. She would never go home, but there was still something she could do to give her new life purpose. All these fillies would need somepony, somepony to be there for them, to hold them as they cried, to be the one too “strong” to cry. Scootaloo had cried all of her tears when she was dragged away from Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle.

The stallion inspecting Apple Bloom ran his hooves over her, feeling her muscles that she’d built up from years of farm work. He held her chin as he looked at the features of her face. There were few signs of abuse, that was good, no one wants to buy a broken toy. Plus, the little filly had a very attractive face. Yes, this little farmgirl showed a lot of promise.
“I was under the impression that you had two fillies for sale.” He said, without his eye leaving her. Apple Bloom shifted uncomfortably. Being tied in place all day had made her stiff, and her jaws were beginning to hurt from the gags forcing them open. Sweetie, who was standing next to Apple Bloom could understand her discomfort. She wasn’t tied down like her Apple Family friend, but Onyx had insisted on gagging her anyway to, ‘prevent another outburst,’ like when the two of them had loudly cried when Scootaloo was taken away. She currently stood next to Onyx, shadowing him like she’d been ordered to.
“I did when I sent you the letter, but you showed up a bit late I’m afraid. The elder of the two was sold last night. Although, knowing how young you usually like them High Rise, that probably won’t matter much.” The new Stallion, High Rise apparently, chuckled. He smacked Apple Bloom’s ass, making her yelp. Sweetie whimpered in pity, attracting High Rise’s attention.
“It really is a shame that this beauty isn’t for sale too.” He said, looking at Sweetie Belle. Onyx smiled, and put his hoof around Sweetie’s shoulder.
“Maybe some other day. It probably won’t be too long before I’m bored of her, but I’m going to be keeping her for now. You can’t imagine how hot it is to have those gorgeous green eyes look up at you when she’s sucking you off.” The stallion nodded at Onyx in understanding. Sweetie felt Onyx’s hoof drift down between her legs, and she squeaked into her gag in surprise. He whispered into her ear, “Speaking of, as soon as he leaves with Apple Bloom, I think we should have a little fun. Go run to my room, and get ready for me.” He patted her on the butt, and she walked off. 
Apple Bloom watched her friend walk away. Before leaving the room, Sweetie Belle gave one last look back at her. In spite of the gag in her mouth, Apple Bloom did her best to smile. Apple Bloom didn’t want Sweetie Belle to give up, she wanted her friend to believe that thing might still work out ok. Right now, a smile was the best encouragement she could give. Sweetie tried to smile back, and disappeared around the corner. They never saw each other again.
A pair of hooves gripping her butt snapped her back to the stallion behind her. She could feel her folds being parted as High Rise pulled at them. Apple Bloom squirmed as his tongue slid along her vagina. High Rise smacked his lips in contentment.

“I’ll take her.”



When Onyx entered his room, he found Sweetie lying on her back on his bed. The gag was still in her mouth, since she couldn't take it out by herself, and a large vibrator was deep inside her. Little twitches of her hips, and her quivering legs clued him in that she was nearing her limit. More importantly though, she was incredibly wet. He'd asked her to get herself ready, and she had done just that. This was going to feel amazing. Moving over to her, Onyx slowly pulled the vibrator out, listening with satisfaction as Sweetie gasped through the gag at the sudden emptiness. Before she could properly react, he dove in.
His tongue lapped up the juices seeping out from the filly, and pushed at her entrance. Sweetie moaned into her gag, she was so close already, and his expert tongue quickly made up the remaining ground. Her hips bucked lightly at his muzzle, as cum came gushing out over it. Onyx drank what he could, and as he rose back up, he wiped the rest from his face. His wings reached around her head, and pulled the gag from her mouth.
“My turn.” Onyx said as he moved to the head of the bed, and leaned back onto his pillow. Sweetie turned around to face him. Her hooves reached down to his cock, one lightly stroking it while the other lightly fondled his balls. She watched his expressions the whole time, gauging his reaction, in her typical method to see if what she was doing was right. Onyx smiled, and pet her hair as she got him ready. “You need to get some practice in. You’re going to be doing a whole lot of this in the future, so you might as well get good at it.” Hearing that, Sweetie Belle’s eyes fell to the ground, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
“What is it honey?” Onyx asked, lifting her chin so that she was looking at him. Sweetie sniffled, she was all alone now. Scootaloo was gone, Apple Bloom was gone, her last connections to her old life had been severed.
“I’m never going to see Rarity or Mom and Dad again, am I.” She looked him in the eye as she waited for the answer that she already knew was coming.
“No.”
Sweetie Belle’s shoulders shook as she cried. Onyx reached up, and cupped her cheek briefly. His hoof reached around the back of her head, and he gently pushed her head down and put her to work. She gave his shaft a slow lick from bottom to top, wrapping her mouth around the head when she reached it, and stroking the end with her flattened tongue. Her right hoof came up and began to stroke the base of his cock, as her left lightly massaged his balls. After a minute or so of gingerly lapping at the head, she lined herself up and began to bob her head, taking in more and more of him as she worked. As always, Onyx had some feedback, and he was delighted by her fast response. A deep moan escaped his lips as the filly served her purpose. Throughout it all, Sweetie Belle never stopped crying. It wasn’t the violent sobbing from before, just a despondent sniffling. She followed her instructions and she did her best even with her eyes blurry from tears.
As he began to get close, Onyx tapped her head. As much as he enjoyed seeing her drink his cum, he had a different plan tonight. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, strings of saliva breaking as she pulled her head back. Onyx put his hooves on her, and moved her on top of him. Sweetie straddled him, and lowered herself onto his cock. She began rocking her hips on top of him, as he put his hooves behind his head. His head tilted back as the pleasure he felt grew stronger. Soon, he grabbed her fore hooves and pulled her in close to him, still humping as he did so.
“Do you think that your pregnant yet?” His hoof reached between them and petted her stomach. Sweetie didn’t respond. “I really hope so. Nothing would be better than to see that sexy belly of yours swell up. I plan on at least keeping you that lllooo….” His words morphed into a loud moan as he came inside her. Sweetie sniffled as she felt his cum shoot into her. If she wasn’t pregnant yet, if was just a matter of time. Not that it mattered. The main reason she had been so scared of getting pregnant had been because she was worried that it would ruin her old life. It didn’t matter anymore.
Onyx kept humping into her as he came, and as he came down from his orgasmic high, he pulled her down onto the bed. His forehooves wrapped around her shoulders, and one of his back hooves moved over hers, as he drifted into unconsciousness. Even in sleep, his body was always surrounding and enveloping hers.
Sweetie Belle stayed awake for a while longer, crying softly into her pillow. She’d thought she was past this, past crying over a past that was out of reach. However, as she lay awake that night, all she could think about were her sister’s kind blue eyes, and reassuring voice.

Sweetie wondered if Rarity missed her as much as much as she missed her big sister.



> They'll be OK (Alternate Ending)
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The glow around Apple Bloom’s hooves had disappeared around a minute ago. Yet, she refused to stop running. Her lungs screamed for her to stop, to rest, but she ignored it. Branches whipped by her as she ran, tearing at her fur and flesh. She was bleeding from several of the cuts she’d received, but she would not stop running. She periodically checked behind her to see if she had a follower, and after a few minutes of more running, this proved a valid worry. There, only a few hundred paces behind her, was a stallion. She couldn’t tell which one, and she really didn’t care. She didn’t know she had it in herself, but somehow, she sprinted even faster.
The clop of hooves following her was all the motivation she needed to keep up her panicked pace. There was a particularly dense group of bushes ahead. Without slowing down, she burst through them, and was greeted with an interesting sight.
Was that…? Lights! Street lights! She could see the silhouettes of houses too. It didn’t look like Ponyville, but she couldn’t care less. Salvation was so close, Apple Bloom opened her mouth to scream for help. Her mind on the lights, she didn’t notice the root until it was too late. Her leg twisted sickeningly, and she screamed in pain as she fell onto the dense forest floor. She managed to twist her body during the fall so that her shoulder took the brunt of the impact, and despite the searing pain, got back up and did her best to limp towards town. With her slowed pace, the figure behind to catch up to her, but she still had a good lead. As she got closer, Apple Bloom realized that she actually recognized this town. It was Colton. Her great aunt Honeycrisp lived here. She was too far away from their home to move straight towards it though, so Apple Bloom limped up to the first building, and hammered on the door.
“Help! Please, somepony!” The figure behind her was much closer now, so she leaped away from the door, wincing as she landed, and moved to the next house. “Somepony! Please, wake up!” She turned to see the figure close in, and he was suddenly cast in light. It was Tinker, and from the way the light bathed him Apple Bloom realized that a light must have gone on in the house behind her. Down the road, another house lit up, and then another. Tinker was stuck in place, briefly unsure of what to do. The door that Apple Bloom had just been banging on swung open, and a young mare stood in the entry way. Seeing Apple Bloom, her hair a mess and bleeding from the forest run, her eyes went wide in shock. Apple Bloom looked to her, hope beginning to find its place in her again. “Please, please help me.” Ponies were shuffling out of their homes, rubbing sleep from their eyes. It was then that Tinker finally snapped out of his shock, and began running. The mare, vaguely understanding that Tinker had been trying to attack Apple Bloom yelled out to the ponies in the street.
“Stop him! Stop that stallion.” Tinker blasted past the ponies before any of them could process what they were hearing, and ran towards the edge of town. A few of the ponies gave chase, but he was too far ahead. He had nearly reached the forest line when a particularly fast mare ran past him. Before Tinker could respond, the mare hunched down, and her hooves went flying back into Tinker’s face. There was a horrid cracking noise, as Tinker’s jaw shattered. The stallion collapsed to the ground, immediately unconscious. Apple Bloom, who had watched the whole thing unfold from the patio of the mare who’d raised the alarm, felt tears form in her eyes as the mare that had stopped Tinker approached her. Ignoring her injured leg, she sprinted forward, and tackled the mare into a hug.
“Hey there Sugarcube.” Apple Bloom couldn’t even respond. Her face was buried into her sister’s chest, her tears matting Applejack’s fur. Applejack wasn’t doing much better. She had her little sister squeezed into her chest, her eyes were glistening as she looked at the disheveled filly. “I was…I.” She sniffed, as her forehead rested lovingly on Apple Bloom’s own. Apple Bloom sniffed as she tried, desperately to speak to her older sibling. As she held Apple Bloom to her, Applejack looked down at her sister and noticed the matted fur around her legs. Applejack pet her mane gently, but her voice took on a darker tone. “Apple Bloom, what did they do to you?” Her sister’s crying just worsened in response, as a newfound rage burned in Applejack’s soul.
“I’m fine now sis. I’m…I’m going to be ok now.” Apple Bloom said, barely daring to believe that it was actually true. She saw from the corner of her eyes as the other ponies in town were securing Tinker, to keep him from escaping, and it snapped her back to the immediate problem. She forced Applejack to let her go as she looked up at her big sister. “Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo are still out in the woods. They…they were chasing us, and we split up. You have….” Applejack interrupted her sister.
“I can’t just leave you here. I just found you again. You’re never leaving my hooves again.” Apple Bloom just stared back at her, and Applejack let her hooves fall to that ground, her sense returning.
“I’ll be fine.” Apple Bloom responded. “I’ll just go stay with Aunt Honeycrisp until you get back. I’ll be safe here. Please, go save Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.” Applejack rubbed the last of her tears out of her eyes as she nodded. Getting up to her feet, she turned to the ponies who were still gathered in the street.
“Ponies, the fillies from the missing ponies posters I’ve been hanging around town are in these woods. I need your help; can I get a volunteer to go to Neighville and let a friend of mine know what’s going on?” The mare that had first opened the door for Apple Bloom raised her hoof. “Thank you. You’ll want to find a white mare with a fancy blue mane being shadowed by a baby dragon. Believe me, you won’t miss her.” The mare ran off as fast as she could. Colton wasn’t far, Apple Bloom remembered, and if Spike was with Rarity then informing her meant informing everypony. Applejack had by this point, organized the assembled ponies into four major search groups that were to scour the forest. They would travel in groups to ensure that they could overpower the kidnappers if they found them. Applejack would be traveling alone. “Apple Bloom, please, please stay safe.” Apple Bloom hugged her sister as she nodded in response, then Applejack turned to begin her search.

The trip from Neighville to Colton was a short one, but for Rarity it had felt like an eternity. After asking the few remaining ponies where she was going, she was directed to the home of one Honeycrisp. She hurried there, her little dragon companion following her closely. When the door swung open, Rarity could suppress a squeal of joy. There, curled up next to the fireplace, with a blanket over her huddled form was Apple Bloom.
“Oh, you must be Rarity and Spike.” An elderly red mare with an apple cutie mark walked slowly up to her. “Yes, she wanted to stay up and wait to hear how the search was going, but a few minutes by the fire and out she went.” She said in a sweet voice. “I haven’t seen sweet little Apple Bloom in years, shame about the circumstances.”
“About that miss…Honeycrisp correct?” The elderly mare nodded, and Rarity continued, “About that, I was hoping to help with the search as it were. Can you assist me? I need to know where I am going, and what happened to my sister.” The mare nodded to Rarity, as the fashionista turned to Spike, “Spike I want you to take down everything she says. Celestia is searching Canterlot with Rainbow Dash, and I imagine Dash will want to help.”

The sounds of a search party echoed behind Umber as he tried to haul an unconscious Sweetie Belle through the dense forest. There was no going back to the house, it would be found before too long. It was probably too risky to go looking for Onyx too. So, the only thing for it was to book it out of there as fast as he could. The search team was impressively organized, but the forest was truly massive. He could easily disappear into it. The sun was beginning to rise, he’d been on the run for hours by this point, and his back was starting to hurt. Listening closely, it didn’t sound like any of the would-be rescuers were very close. Bending down, he dumped Sweetie Belle onto the ground. With his magic, he pulled a roll of duct tape out of his back and tied the filly’s hooves together, and placed a piece over the unconscious filly’s mouth.
“You have been way more trouble than you’re worth. You know that brat?” His hoof slid down her sleeping body, and cupped her folds. “I’m going to destroy this once we get somewhere safe.” His attention was so focused on Sweetie Belle, that he didn’t notice that he was being watched. A crunching sound jerked the stallion to alertness as he flipped around to see a white mare standing across from him. Looking down, he saw a light glow around his hooves. “W-what? How?”
“When you ran out of your house after my sister and her friends, you left a pretty clear trail on the ground. You’re not the only pony that knows tracking spells.” Rarity spat at him, her horn glowing threateningly. ‘Sister….’ Umber thought, as he looked down to where his hoof was. He quickly pulled his hoof back, and leapt to his feet.
“Back off! You’re alone bitch, and I was an royal guard for ten years. I will f….” Umber was cut off as a branch ripped off a nearby tree, and slammed into his face. He was sent flying several feet away from Sweetie Belle’s still form. Blood running from his muzzle, and several teeth chipped, he rose back up. His horn glowed as he gripped a nearby rock. With as much force as he could manage, he hurled it at Rarity. However, as it neared her, her aura overtook his. The rock flipped back his direction, and before he could react, it his him straight in the chest. Umber fell to the ground and as he tried to rise a second branch hit him on the side of the head, snapping in half from the force of the blow, knocking him unconscious. 
Rarity wasn’t sure how many bones of his she had broken, but it was almost certainly not enough. Turning to her unmoving sister, Rarity sprinted over, and cradled Sweetie Belle gently. As her hooves held the small figure, a cataclysmic *BOOM* punctured the air. Rarity looked up to see the slowly spreading through the sky. She couldn’t help the demented grin that spread across her face. Thunderous vengeance was coming down from the sky soon. Rarity held Sweetie Belle as the sounds of the search party finally reached them, and held her out into the waiting and helping hooves of Applejack.

Scootaloo’s eyes drifted open, only to be met with a blinding light. She tried to move her hooves, but predictably, they were tied together. There was also something over her mouth, it felt like tape. ‘Well that’s gonna suck to pull off.’ She thought. Looking around, she could see that she was on the back of the cart that had been out front of the abandoned house the day she was kidnapped. Looking behind her, she could see Canterlot Mountain in the distance. Her heart sank, it was a lot farther away than it had been. However, her eyes widened when she saw something, a bright streak of color. It was some ways off, but that had to be….
“Oh, you’re awake then?” She looked up and saw Onyx leading the cart. “I wondered when you’d wake up.”
“Mph! Mmm mmmm!” Scootaloo tried to taunt Onyx, but the stallion just laughed at her impossible to understand speech. He stopped walking, and came around the side of the cart. Scootaloo realized for the first time how empty the road was, while that was a good thing in terms of Rainbow Dash finding her, that also meant that Onyx probably wasn’t too worried about being seen by others on the road. Seeing the look in Onyx’s eyes, Scootaloo began frantically yanking on the tape holding her hooves together.
“It’s over. There is nowhere to run to where I won’t be spotted from the air.” Onyx said as he reached Scootaloo. He smacked her cheek hard enough to drop her onto the cart floor. “You and your friends ruined everything. I have been doing this for twenty-five years, I was always so damn cautious. All it takes is a single witness, and there goes everything.” He pushed her face into the floor, making Scootaloo yell through her gag in pain. “Well, if I’m going down, I’m going to at least get one last round in.” 
Scootaloo tried to scream through her gag. It was pointless, she knew, but she prayed Rainbow Dash would hear her. The horrible feeling of Onyx lining himself up with her only made her struggle more. Scootaloo’s body was racked with sobs she felt him slide in and out of her. 
“One more time honey. Maybe I’ll even get you pregnant. You finally get to go home, and you bring a piece of me back with you.” Scootaloo tried to say something, anything, but only managed a *mph* sound through the tape. She could feel her own juices coating her legs as the stallion pounded into her. Unable to fight back, Scootaloo just closed her eyes and let it happen. The pain was never as bad for her as it was for the other fillies, but it still hurt a bit every time he pushed into her. The feeling of his cock filling her body sent shivers of unwelcome pleasure through her as she grunted. Onyx had his eyes closed, just trying to enjoy one last run, drinking in this filly’s misery as she cried.
The sound of a resounding crash snapped Onyx out of his bliss. Before he could turn to look at the source of the sound, a force knocked into him, launching him out of Scootaloo and flat on his ass. His eyes only caught a brief glimpse of a rainbow-colored mane before a pair of hooves came crashing down on his face. Eyes dazed by the impact, he didn’t even see the next one coming, or the next one, or the next….
Scootaloo watched in a mix of admiration, joy, and horror, as Rainbow made Onyx’s face almost unrecognizable. Rainbow Dash was screaming in rage as she slammed her hooves into every part of him. Her last kick was to his balls, still wet with Scootaloo’s juices. From the stallions pained whimpers, Scootaloo could tell he was alive, but he probably wished he wasn’t. Rainbow grabbed the dropped roll of duct tape and secured the stallion thoroughly, and then came running back to Scootaloo.
“Squirt! Hey, Squirt, please tell me you’re alright.” She picked up Scootaloo, and rested her on her lap. She was desperately trying to keep from breaking down crying as she held her precious sister. “Are you OK?” Scootaloo *mmmed* into her gag, and Rainbow’s face turned a bit red. “Oh…right.” She quickly ripped the gag off.
“OW! Damn that hurts!” Scootaloo rubbed her mouth on her shoulder, as she sniffed a bit, still crying from her recent rape. Rainbow laughed, and held Scootaloo to her chest.
“I can’t believe it. When Rarity sent that letter saying that they’d found Apple Bloom, I just…I wanted to scream with joy.” Looking down at Scootaloo’s damp thighs her grip tightened. “I fucked him good. I can hit him more if you….” Scootaloo’s laughing interrupted Dash. She looked up at her big sister.
“Right now, I just want you to finish untying me.”

That night the three fillies slept piled in a heap around Honeycrisp’s fire. Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash watched them sleep, each too overjoyed just to see their sisters alive to need anything else from this night. The stallions had been handed over to the royal guard for questioning. All three had need medical attention, Onyx most of all, to Rainbow’s great pride. The only one that anypony seemed to know was Umber, apparently, a former guard dismissed for “unmeritorious conduct.” Not that it mattered who they were really, they could rot in Tartarus for all the elder siblings cared.
“What do we do when they wake up?” Rarity finally broke the silence.
“What do you mean? We hug them so hard their brains pop out of their ears.” Rainbow replied laughing.
“Yes Sugarcube, but what I think she means is, what do we do to help them.” Applejack could see that Rainbow was confused, so she continued. “They will never forget this hon. This will change them, and it might be a very long time before they feel safe again.”
“Applejack is correct Darling. They’ve been scared every moment of every day since they were taken from us, and the things that were done to them….” Rarity scowled angrily. “I’d like to break another branch over that monster’s face.” Looking back up at Rainbow Dash, Rarity continued. “I, well, I don’t even know where to begin helping Sweetie Belle.”
“Be there for her.” Rainbow Dash replied simply.
“Now, Dash, it’s not going to be that simple….” Applejack started before Rainbow Dash interrupted her.
“I know that Applebrain, but, if you’re right, then we won’t know what we need to do until they let us know how they’re coping. Until then, we can be there for them. To let them know that we love them, that they’re safe around us.” Rainbow Dash looked at Scooloo’s sleeping form, watching her little chest rise and fall as her hooves gripped Apple Bloom’s leg tightly in her sleep. “They’ll be ok. You know these girls as well as I do. No matter how hard things will be after this, they’ll be ok.”
> Two New Guests
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	“T-that b-bow would look really c-cute on you Spring.” Star said with her usual stutter, referencing the deep blue bow that Spring was looking at. Star walked towards her friend, blue eyes shimmering with a friendly light. “You should g-get it.” Spring smiled back at her friend.
“It’s so expensive though. I don’t have a very big allowance you know.” Spring grinned up at the shops pony, “Thank you, but I don’t think I’ll be buying anything today. Come on Star.” She was most of the way out of the shop before she noticed Star wasn’t following her. “Hey Star, you coming?”
“In a bit, I just w-want to look around a b-bit more!” Star yelled back. Shrugging, Spring closed the shop door, and leaned against the brick wall. The bustle of Canterlot was in full afternoon swing. The loud clatter of hoofs on cobblestone and the smell of the sweat of hundreds of ponies on a hot day pervaded the air. Spring frequently found herself getting lost in the buzz of the city, especially the upper districts like this.
“Excuse me. Miss?” Turning her eyes towards the voice, Spring saw a large white stallion smiling at her. “Hey, do you know where I might Grand Accessories?” Spring laughed, and pointed to the sign over her head. The stallion’s face turned red in embarrassment. “Ha ha, I guess I found it, thank you miss….”
“Spring.” Came her curt reply.
“Miss Spring.” He finished as he walked inside. The stallion had to quickly move to the side as Star came running out in a flash of red. She threw back an apology, but didn’t even bother turning around. Spring chuckled at her friend’s enthusiasm, as they began to walk away from the store, but her face grew more serious when she noticed why Star was so excited.
“T-Tada!” She was beaming as she presented Spring with the bow.
“Showing off your family’s money again I see.” Spring replied in a cold tone that was desperately masking how elated she was. Star’s face became concerned.
“I-I wasn’t trying t-to sh-show off. I just wanted to d-do something to make you happy. To, you kn-know, return the favor for once.” She replied, then her smile returned. “N-Now let me help you put it on.” Unable to hid her excitement anymore, Spring squealed joyously as she felt Star’s magic fit the bow onto her tail. She looked back at the blue fabric with an unhidden grin, and when she looked back up she noticed a similar pink bow by Star’s right ear. “I bought us a m-matching p-pair.” Spring grinned up at her friend.
“You really didn’t need to do this, but, thanks.” They walked for a while in relative quiet, the path to Spring’s house went through a relatively quiet part of town. Because it wasn’t a very reputable part of town, Spring liked to keep her eyes open. Which is how she noticed that the white stallion from earlier walking some distance behind them. “Hey Star, do you recognize that guy?”
“Hm?” Turning to look to where Spring was pointing, she saw the stallion. “I don’t think so. W-Why?” Spring just shrugged it off. Maybe he’d just moved in nearby. Pushing it out of her head, she resumed talking to Star about school.

It was raining that morning. Even though Spring had on a raincoat, the pegasus was still getting pretty soaked. Star was trying to use her magic to keep the umbrella over both of them, but kept unconsciously moving it to just over her own head. The sun hadn’t even been raised yet, Spring thought miserably.
“Do we really need to be out in this?” Hearing the irritation in her friend’s voice, Star shrunk slightly. Spring winced as she realized that she probably spoke to harshly for the timid filly.
“Tr-trust me, you’ll think this place is r-really nice. Mommy took m-me there w….”
“Help….” A very faint whimper echoed out from the nearby alleyway. Spring heard it immediately, and stopped dead to listen. Star opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, but then, “Please, Somepony?” Star looked to Spring with a pleading expression.
“Woah, hey, Star. Maybe we shouldn’t just run into the dark alley. We don’t know what’s going on, we should grab an adult first.” Despite Spring’s insistence, Star was clearly worried.
“B-but, there’s no pony around. We need to at l-least see what’s wrong.” Another croaked call for help echoed from the alley, and Star’s eyes glistened with worry. “P-Please Spring?” The green filly groaned. Star was probably right.
“Ok, but stay behind me.” Spring probably didn’t really need to say that, as Star shadowed her as she moved forward. The two slowly walked into the alley, rain muffling the sounds of the city as they went. Curled up among some garbage bags was a black pegasus, he seemed to be clutching at his side. As the fillies got close, Spring stopped Star. She was skittish about approaching a strange pony, and she called out to him from a few strides away. “Hello? Are you…what’s wrong.” The stallion looked up at the two of them, and grinned. Sensing something wrong, Spring made to turn around, but was greeted by the white stallion from the previous day. A sudden fear building up in her gut, she tried to grab Star and run out of the alley, but her mouth was quickly covered in a strong-smelling rag. 
“Sp-Spring?!” Star stared in horror, too scared to move. The black stallion was able to walk right up to her, as her friend’s eyes glossed over in unconsciousness, and Star just looked up at him fearfully, her hooves anchored in place. “P-please d-don’t humph.” A rag was shoved over her mouth, as the stallion pinned her hooves to her side.

“Will you just shut up and finish securing that hoof?” Star wasn’t sure whose voice she was hearing. She wasn’t really sure what was happening at all, her head was too hazy to focus much. She felt something fit over her left hoof, and her eyes drifted open to see what it was. The white stallion from before was wrapping some kind of cuff around her leg. Sensing movement, he looked up at her. “No, seriously hurry. She’s waking up.” It was like somepony had flipped a switch in her head. Suddenly she was lucid, and keenly aware that she was being tied up. With as much force as she could muster, Star started pulling at the still loosely secured restraints.
“S-stop, let me g-go. What are you doing?” Moving quickly, the white stallion and a brown one to her left finished tightening the straps holding her down. Star continued to ineffectually pull at them, her eyes beginning to tear up in fear. “Mommy, help me! Spring, please hel…nnnn!” She was interrupted by a bit being pulled into her mouth, and secured tightly around her head. Tears were beginning to fall down Star’s cheeks as she looked up at her captors, fear very evident in her eyes.
“You sure you don’t want to have a go at her? She is a real cutie.” The white stallion said as he placed a hoof gently on her shoulder. Star whimpered nervously at the contact. The brown unicorn responded nonchalantly.
“Eh, she is, but I want to try out the other filly first. You have your fun.” He winked as he turned to leave. The other stallion shrugged, and then began messing with the bit gag in Star’s mouth. Once he was sure it was tight, he turned her teary face to look at him.
“It’s ok, don’t cry. I’m just going to get what I want, and then I’m going to leave you alone for now. Do you understand what’s happening to you?” Star shook her head as the tears finally broke and rolled slowly down her cheek. “Oh, well then I’m sorry that you have to learn like this.” He had moved until he was standing behind her, and Star yelped in surprise when she felt his hooves rest on her butt. “Of course, I can’t be too sorry. After all, I do love breaking in new guests.” Star felt an alien sensation as something began pushing up towards her slit. Before she could wonder what Tinker was doing, she got her answer.
Although Tinker moved slow and tried to be gentle, it still sent a sharp pain through Star. As the cock slid in and out of her Tinker rubbed his hooves along her thin legs and around her body to her skinny stomach. Whining into her bit gag, and crying pitifully, Star let out muffled pleas for Spring to come save her, to protect like she always did. 

In another room of the building, Spring woke up from a quick slap. The sting fresh on her cheek, her eyes drifted open to see a form standing over her. She tried to speak, but the ring gag in her mouth made that impossible. As her memory came back, a sick feeling overtook her. She fought to keep herself from crying, as she met her captor’s gaze with what she hoped was a fierce look. Umber just laughed down at her.
“Aw, look at you. You think you’re scary.” His hooves stroked her mane, going down the middle and along her pigtails. “I like what you did with your hair.” He said with a dark inflection in his voice. “Pigtails make wonderful little handles.” Spring was unsure of what he meant until, she began to push his erection towards her mouth. She tried to shake her head, move it aside so that she could avoid the inevitable. Umber just gripped her pigtails with his magic, and pulled her head towards him. The ring prevented Spring from biting down as he shoved his way into her throat. The long erection slid along her tongue and down her throat as Spring retched slightly. She fought angrily to pull herself free, only succeeding in hurting her head as Umber yanked back into position her by her blue hair. 
As was his tendency, Umber got straight to business and was soon furiously fucking the little fillies face. Tears were flowing from her eyes as Spring lost her fight for composure. Trying to put what was happening to her out of her mind, Spring’s thoughts turned to the comfort of Star, and then darkened horribly. ‘Oh Celestia, they have Star too.’ Her crying worsened as she realized that her best friend was probably going to go through this too. 
“Ah, your throat is so good; I’m going to cum soon. Make sure to drink it all, it’s your first meal here and you shouldn’t waste any of it.” Umber kept pushing, his balls repeatedly brushing against her saliva covered chin. The slowly building feeling reaching a fever pitch, as he finally hilted in her mouth. His magic pulled her down firmly, and she retched as he shot his cum into her mouth. She coughed up as much as she could, but the gag made it difficult. Smiling down at his victim, Umber shot her a quick comment before he left. “I enjoyed that quite a bit. I hope you did too, because you’re going to be doing it again tomorrow.” 
He began to untie her, and after he got her first hoof free she tried to hit him. Ducking out of the way, Umber responded with a more accurate slap. When he was sure she wasn’t going to fight back again, he finished untying her. Once she was free, he gestured towards the door and led her out into the hall. Umber opened the door right next to the one she had woken up in. Immediately, the sound of broken sobbing filtered out.
“Star!” Spring tried to rush in to help her friend, but Umber held her back. Star looked up at her friend with a pleading look. She tried to beg for help through her gag, with little success. Tinker ignored the two of them at first, his eyes shut as he humped the crying filly. After a few minutes, with Spring fighting to get free the entire time, Tinker gasped. Star whimpered as she felt something warm shoot into her body. The stallion pulled himself out to her relief. Then he patted her head apologetically, and nodded to Umber. Understanding, Umber finally let Spring go. The green filly ran to Star’s side, ignoring the sound of the door closing behind her. Working quickly, she pulled the bit out of Star’s mouth. She was immediately greeted by Star’s tear filled voice.
“Spring, thank you. I…I knew you’d come. Please, p…please t…tell me you know how to get us out of here. H…He d…did t….” Spring interrupted her with a hug, holding Star close.
“I will. I’m not sure how yet, but I will find a way to get us both home. I promise Star.”

“FUCK!” Onyx looked up from his newspaper in mild surprise at the sharp yell. He could hear Umber yelling something, followed by the familiar sound of Spring yelping as he slapped her. Soon Umber stormed into the living room, blood oozing from his right forehoof. Marched into the kitchen and returned with a towel pressed to the bite wound. Glaring at Onyx, he pointed in the direction of the room they kept Spring in. “Two weeks. Two fucking weeks and she’s still unreasonable. Why haven’t you done anything about this, mister expert?”
“Well, for one thing, it’s pretty damn hilarious how you never seem to learn a fucking thing. How many times has she bitten you so far?” Onyx laughed as Umber’s face flashed red in rage. “Ok, calm down. I’m just joking. Don’t worry, I have the perfect idea in mind for how to control our little pet. Go into the basement and blindfold the littler one. Don’t bring her up until I say though.” Umber grumbled a bit, but did as he was told.

Spring was carried into Onyx’s room. She’d been taken here a few times before, as Onyx used some of his toys on her. She was expecting something similar today, and despite her inner dread, would have taunted the stallion for his unoriginality if it weren’t for the tape over her mouth. To her surprise though, Onyx didn’t carry her to the bed, but instead plopped her down in the closet. Once she was down, he began tying her hooves to notches on the floor, and then curled up behind her.
“You’ve been an undisciplined little filly. As fun as it’s been watching you fuck with Umber, eventually I’m going to need you to behave. Since you still won’t do as you’re told, I have a special little punishment in mind.” He briefly stepped out of the closet, and Spring noticed a slight shimmer as he did. The closet had the same sound proof field around it as the rooms downstairs. Onyx seemed to motion to somepony outside the room, and then he stepped back in behind Spring with an excited grin. He looked down at her. “Don’t worry, the sound proofing here only works one way. We’ll be able to hear everything.”

On the third day, Tinker had been nice enough to return the backpack that Star had been wearing, allowing her to enjoy her favorite hobby again. Since she barely ever saw Spring, her art had become her biggest source of comfort. The drawing she was sketching now was elegant, and certainly a bit of wish fulfillment. It was her and Spring, back in Canterlot, eating dinner with Spring’s family. She sincerely hoped that Spring would get to go home to her family again. Her parents were likely just as worried as Star’s. Umber stepped into the room with a grin on his face. Star’s eyes welled up as she wondered what he had in mind for her this time.
“Come along little one, I need to put this on you.” He said, holding up a blindfold. Knowing better than to refuse Umber of all stallions, Star nodded, and her vision became blackness. The stallion led her silently down the halls and up the stairs to the main floor. They paused briefly, but after a minute or so he continued to lead her. “Ok, climb up.” Reaching out, Star could feel the bed in front of her. The first few tears that fell were absorbed into the blindfold as she climbed up, and waited for the inevitable. Umber tied her forehooves to the front of the bed, and then latched a spreader bar onto her back hooves. ‘That’s weird, they haven’t used one of those in a while.
“W…What a…are you going to d…do this time?” She asked, beginning to become nervous. Umber just laughed, and she heard him pick up something. Star whimpered fearfully, but that turned into a yelp as she felt something thwack into her backside. “What w…was that?” She didn’t get an answer, Umber just brought the paddle down harder as Star shouted. “Ow! W…What, what is this?” This time, Umber truly spanked the filly. She screamed, and he swung again.

Sping’s eyes were screwed shut, as she tried to shut out her friend’s desperate screams. The deep feelings of horror rising up in her throat worsened along with Star’s sobbing. Any attempt to put what was happening out of her mind failed soon after.
“Why? W…Why are y…you doing this? I was good, I d…didn’t do anything wr…wrong. Help! Please S…Spring, help me!” Star’s frantic yelling did little, as her ass began to turn a bright red. Spring began to cry, and Onyx grabbed her head and turned it towards him. 
“This is what happens when you misbehave. Tell you what, if you agree to be good in the future, I’ll tell Umber to stop spanking her. He’ll still have sex with her of course, but that’ll hurt a lot less.” Spring nodded furiously.
“Ok, ok. You’ve made your point. Just please, stop him.” Victorious, Onyx exited the closet, and when Umber turned to him, he gave a quick nod. The other stallion put the paddle down, and rubbed Star’s red butt cheeks while the filly whined in pain. Giving her no time to recover, he entered her as she cried softly.

The sore sensation in Star’s backside sent sharp jabs of pain through her body every time Umber pumped into her. At least he had stopped spanking her, this was far worse. To her embarrassment, the spanking had actually caused her to get slightly wet. At least that made this less unpleasant than some of the other times she had been used. A small wisp of pleasure began to shoot through her body as the stallion pushed into her. Umber had his hooves on her pained backside as he worked.
Star was only sniffling now. The cock moving through her body was getting quite the reaction out of her body, and she was beginning to breathe heavily. Umber seemed proud that he was pleasing the filly as much as he was, and his pace quickened. He was getting close, and he leaned down to position himself more in line with her body. The slapping of their hips, each accompanied by a squeak from Star, became more rapid. With a squeal, Star felt herself cum. A deep sense of shame washing over her as she felt her juices gush out onto the bed. Only moments after, she felt the stallion’s warm cum coat her insides. Star sobbed quietly, and unknown to her, so did Spring. It was quiet aside from the girls’ sobbing for a few moments, until Tinker entered the room looking furious. Star looked up at him.
“Why? What d..did I do? You said you w…wouldn’t hurt me if I was good.” Tinker was red with fury, but he spoke calmly. 
“You didn’t do anything wrong, but your friend has been misbehaving. Somepony here thought it was a good idea to undermine me, and hurt you to get at her.” He stomped over to the closet, and to Star’s shock he pulled out a tied-up Spring. He untied her, and then did the same for Star. “I’m going to let you two talk for a bit. Don’t let how this room looks deceive you, it is just as secured as your rooms. If I find either of you tried to escape, I’ll do far worse to you than what you just experienced. Now, I am going to go have a word with my so-called boss.” The door slammed shut as Tinker stormed out. Star was huddled in a ball when Spring pulled her into a warm hug.
“When are we going to get o…out of here?” Star pleaded as her friend held onto her. Spring squeezed her shoulders in sympathy.
“Star…I don’t think we are.” Spring could feel the smaller filly stiffen under her hooves at the words. Star looked up at Spring in horror.
“But we have to. You said you would th…think of something. You p…promised me.” Spring just looked at the floor, not meeting Star’s eyes as it dawned on Star what this meant. Star hugged her lower hooves to her body. “I’m g…going home. I am.”

The two fillies stood next to each other. They had been instructed not to talk to one another, and after three weeks they had both learned better than to argue. Onyx approached them with a calm smile on his face. He looked them over briefly before he began to speak.
“It has been wonderful to have you girls over, but it is getting close to time for you to leave us.” He noticed the confused looks on their faces, but he kept speaking before they could ask questions, “So, I have been exchanging a few letters over the last few weeks. A good friend of mine in Baltimare is looking to buy a new filly. She recently bought a little pegasus from me, and was pleased enough with her purchase to want more from me.” The two fillies deflated as he spoke, but he wasn’t done. “However, I’ve contacted your families as well, and they have actually done something I didn’t think could be done. They gathered enough money that I would be willing to give one of you back for it.” A demented grin formed on his face. “One of you.”
Spring’s mouth dried up as the implication of Onyx’s words hit her. ‘The other one has to stay here, has to do this forever.’ Home was so close. All she had to do was speak up, but…. Next to her, Star was shaking. She kept looking between Spring and Onyx, clearly weighing her choices. Spring couldn’t do it. She couldn’t just leave Star here, but…at the same time, she couldn’t stand the thought of this being the rest her life.
“Me!” Star yelled, making Spring look up at her in surprise. “P…please, please just let me go home.” Spring was about to let out a sigh of relief at Star resolving the issue for her, when a dark thought crossed her mind. This thought wasn’t lost on Onyx either as he grinned down at her.
“Are you sure? You know this means your friend will have to stay with us, until she gets sold. She’ll never get to see you, or her family again.”
“I…I d…don’t care. Just let m…me go home.” Star refused to look over at Spring. Her shoulders shook, and guilt nearly overwhelmed her, but she looked straight at Onyx. Her mind was made up, she was going home…even if it meant going alone. Spring was looking at Star in confusion, betrayal. She had been glad that Star would be the one going home, but Star didn’t seem to care about what would happen to her.
“Star, I….” Spring’s face went red and tears of anger welled up in her eyes. She kept her mouth shut though, she could never force another filly to take her place in this hell hole. As hurt as she felt, as furious as she was, Star didn’t deserve to have to stay here. Onyx was enjoying watching this, but he was more excited about what was going to come next. So, he decided to move things along.
“Ok Star, the cart is waiting outside. Follow me.” Star began to step forward, but turned to Spring.
“S….Spring, I’m sorry. I just….”
“I was going to offer to stay.” Spring said coldly. Star could hear the hate in her voice, and she looked to the ground as she stepped past Spring in shame. Despite this, she still made no move to change her mind. Before she made it out of the room though, Spring called out to her, "Star! You forgot something." Star turned around, and felt a softly wadded piece of blue cloth hit her face. It was the bow she had given Spring the day they were kidnapped. Star picked it up, and her lip quivered. Clutching it close, she ran out of the room before she could change her mind. Onyx led her through the building, and farther away from the pony Star knew no longer considered her a friend. The door to the outside opened and Star burst ahead of Onyx in excitement. She was greeted by a mare standing next to a large carriage. It looked a bit big, and she looked back at Onyx in confusion. The stallion grabbed her, and held her as the mare attached a set of chains to her hooves.
“W…What? What is t…this?” Star screamed, and the mare looked at her in confusion. Onyx however was laughing.
“I lied little filly. I never even talked to your family. Why would I ever let you go? You’d just tell ponies what happened to you, and what I look like.” He leaned towards the now screaming filly, “Your friend will never know this of course. She’ll always believe you sold her out, and are living comfortably back with your family. I still can’t believe how quick you were to throw her to the sharks, so to speak. I’m proud.” He looked away from her as she began to sob hysterically. The mare met his gaze as he commented to her, “Take care of this little one will you. She’s been fun.” The mare nodded, and pulled the struggling girl towards the cart, and the rest of her life.

> Scootaloo's New Life
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The moans of the stallion, and the tensing of his muscles acted as all the warning that Scootaloo needed. She pulled him out of her mouth, her hoof still stroking his shaft, as he came into her open mouth. Some of the cum hit her chin and nose too, and it slowly oozed down her face. She kept stroking him until she was sure he was finished. The stallion looked down at her.
“Wow, you are certainly worth the money. Where do I pay by the way?” Scootaloo brought a hoof up to wipe some of the cum from her mouth, as she swallowed the rest. Once her mouth was clear, she answered him. 
“You pay the yellow stallion up front.” She flashed him an empty, but convincing, smile. “I’m glad to hear you had fun. Come back sometime.” The stallion, got up and left Scootaloo alone in that room. She lingered for a bit in silence, enjoying the brief reprieve, before following him out. The brothel was quieter than one might expect. To prevent it from being discovered, all of the “fun” occurred in rooms that had noise dampening magic on them. As she walked out, she glanced at the stallion standing out front of the door, “Is there any pony else waiting.” She breathed a sigh of relief when he said there wasn’t. The main hallway was empty as Scootaloo walked her way back to the room that acted as the sleeping area for all the fillies and mares that were kept there. Before she could get to the room, one of the masters stopped her.
“Hold up little Buzz.” She’d been named for the sound her ineffective wings made, though Scootaloo thought her new name was surprisingly masculine sounding. “Just so you know, we have a pretty important client that’s going to be here in a few hours. He asked for you specifically. I want you fresh for when he arrives, so you’re off until then. He is paying a lot of money, so get yourself cleaned up and show him a good time.”
“I’ll do whatever he wants.” Scootaloo replied, and the master nodded his approval. As he stepped aside, Scootaloo entered into the sleeping area. The room was empty, and Scootaloo was relieved for that. She preferred the solitude when she needed to get clean. Her hoofsteps echoes on the hard floor as she made her way to the back room of the area that acted as the communal bathroom, this was also empty. The hot water heater growled away, telling her that a shower wasn’t going to be a pleasant event. She grabbed a bowl and a rag that had been left clean near the entrance. The bowl was soon filled with water, and Scootaloo soaked the rag in the warm liquid before bringing it to her face. The cum came off pretty easily and the soft rag massaged her skin through her fur. The warmth sent a soothing felling down her back, though she wished she could have a proper shower.
As the water trickled down from her face and onto her chest and shoulders, Scootaloo’s mind drifted. Whenever they would go out for a run, or just exercise in general, Rainbow always brought sweat rags with her. The sensation wasn’t too dissimilar, and for a moment…Scootaloo was on the Ponyville track. Exhausted but delighted at having achieved her fasted time on the race.
“Ha! Great work Squirt, you shaved off almost a full second on that run.” Rainbow leaned over her with a smile. Scootaloo reciprocated her mentor’s grin.
“Thanks.” She panted out, her breath still not under her control again. Scootaloo’s eyes drifted back open in that dimly lit room, her memory washing away. ‘Stupid!’ She chastised herself, ‘Stop wishing for something you can’t have.’ She heard the door to the living space open, and panicked as she wiped away the beginnings of tears from her eyes. Her face was about as clean as it was going to get, hopefully the stallion would be satisfied when he arrived. Bad things happened when fillies didn’t do their jobs well. 
As she dumped the water out and threw the rag into the hamper, Scootaloo heard the sound of faint crying from the other room. She stepped out of the room to see a familiar red filly holding her hooves between her legs and crying softly to herself. Scootaloo put Rainbow Dash out of her mind. She couldn’t help this filly if she was barely holding it together herself. The filly flinched slightly as Scootaloo’s hoof wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her into a comforting hug.
“Hey now Star, what’s wrong.” The filly tried to answer, but her voice just chocked up into sobbing again. The girl rested her head on Scootaloo’s chest, and Scootaloo closed her eyes as she rested her forehead on the filly’s head. “Shhhhhh. It’s ok. I’m here.” 
“A…A a m…month.” The filly whispered, her stutter making her a bit hard to understand through her sobs. Scootaloo crinkled her brow, but Star seemed to predict her confusion and continued, “I…It’s been about a month since I got here.” Scootaloo felt her heart pang in understanding. She had suspected that Star had just experienced a particularly harsh client, but…. “I…I m…m…m….” Her stutter was making speech impossible, and Scootaloo shushed her.
“I know. I was actually just thinking of home before you walked in.” She said as Star looked up at her. She sniffled and hugged Scootaloo back. The two of them sat there for a few moments as Star’s crying slowly died down.
“Th…thank you.” Star whispered into Scootaloo’s chest, “You’re always here for me, and I…I never f…feel like I give anything back.” She could feel Scootaloo’s body shake under her head as the orange filly laughed.
“You give me plenty back.”
“B…But,” Star’s stuttered out, “All I do is listen to you talk.” 
“Yes, which is more than anypony else here. None of the stallions care, and the other fillies don’t seem to like being reminded that they once had lives outside of this place.” Scootaloo’s voice cracked slightly, “You’re the only one that will still let me ramble on about my big sister or the crusaders without getting annoyed.” She smiled gently, “If I’m your shoulder to cry on, then you are the ear I get to talk off all day.” The look of delight on Star’s face warmed Scootaloo’s soul just a bit.
“Speaking of, S…Scootaloo, what were you thinking of before I came in?” She asked the bigger filly. Scootaloo paused thoughtfully for a bit before answering.
“I was remembering when me and Rainbow Dash were preparing for our first….” Scootaloo chocked up a bit, then continued, “…for uh, for the Sisterhooves Social. It’s an event in Ponyville where sisters go on races and cool stuff like that. Also, singing, I love to sing.” Star’s eyes lit up.
“You s…sing? I would love to hear you sing!” Star was met by uproarious laughter from her friend.
“Believe me, no you don’t. I do enjoy it though. Anyway, me and Rainbow attended last year’s event. Took home gold in four events too. Not bad for a first outing, if I do say so myself. All thanks to Rainbow Dash. She drilled me, and got me ready for every event we were going to do.” Scootaloo chuckled, amused, “Apple Bloom’s big brother even snuck in by crossdressing….” Star’s couldn’t contain her own laughter now as Scootaloo continued, “…and it was, well it was really cool. Probably the happiest I’ve ever been.” Scootaloo’s laughter died down, and was replaced by a more enigmatic smile.
“I wonder if she is still trying to find me. It’s been more than….” She was interrupted by Star.
“She is. If she is half the pony you are always saying she is, then she will never stop.” Star’s eyes turned down to the floor. “Which is more than I can say about my parents.” Scootaloo wiped the beginnings of a tear out of her eye, seemingly taking no solace in the idea.
“It’s more than I can say about my own parents Squirt.” She hugged Star one last time, then stood up. “Well, I should probably get ready.” Star could hear the energy in Scootaloo’s voice dying. “I have a client I need to go see in a bit, and I’d like to put some food in my mouth before he tries putting anything else there. See you when I get back?” She asked, and Star shook her head. 
“No, I work tonight too.”

The door creaked, as Scootaloo pushed her way into the room. It was dimly lit, and had the familiar scent of old sex lingering in the air. When her eyes wandered to the form sitting on the bed at the center of the room, Scootaloo gasped in recognition. ‘Lightning Streak?’ Scootaloo could recognize that amber mane and blue coat anywhere, her client was a wonderbolt. He worked with Rainbow Dash. His voice cut into her thoughts, bringing her back to reality.
“I’d heard that it was you, but I almost didn’t believe it.” He climbed down from the bed and walked towards her, tilting her head up to face him. “Yep, you are definitely Scootaloo. Captain Dash still keeps a flyer with your mug on it hanging in the academy. The annoying bitch is still looking for you.” He laughed, “I wonder what she would do if she knew where you were.” Scootaloo looked up at him and answered calmly.
“Knowing her, there’d be a lot of broken bones and a large fire to put out.” Scootaloo’s reply lacked any real inflection, a very deliberate attempt to keep her brewing rage out of her voice. The fact that this asshole was here, and that he didn’t sound like he was on a rescue mission, told Scootaloo everything that she needed to know about this stallion. Wonderbolt or not, he was just as much a monster as the rest of them. Lightning laughed again at Scootaloo’s comment.
“You aren’t wrong. That idiot always acts before thinking.” He commented, fueling Scootalo’s growing hate. He patted the side of the bed, instructing Scootaloo to come over. Swallowing what little pride she still had, Scootaloo sat down next to him. The stallion began running his hooves over her body, feeling her muscles over. “Hm, how long have you been here for?”
“A little over a year.” The stallion nodded, as he pushed her head down. Taking the hint, she slid into a laying position and wrapped her mouth around his cock. There was a slightly saltier tang to it than she was used to, but otherwise it wasn’t unpleasant. She placed her tongue along the end of his shaft and began sucking as the hoof she wasn’t using to prop herself up began lightly running along the base of his sac. Lightning smiled down at her.
“I can tell you’ve gotten a lot of practice in.” He let out a deep moan as she began to deepthroat him. The tip of her tongue touching the base of his shaft whenever she took him in. “Ahhh, a lllot of practice. Hmm.” He began running his hooves through her hair roughly. Scootaloo closed her eyes as the sensation reminded her of when Rainbow Dash would jostle her hair. Maybe it was the fact that he was a wonderbolt, but she couldn’t stop thinking of her mentor. Lightning gasped and tapped lightly on her head. “Ok, that’s enough. I don’t want to end our session already.” Scootaloo lifted herself off of him, whipping saliva her chin. She kept a hoof slowly stroking him to keep him excited. He may not want this to end yet, but it was never over fast enough for Scootaloo.
“So, I’m curious, why was I required to have a birth control spell cast on me before I could see you?” He asked her. While he wasn’t as close to finishing as he had been when she was still blowing him, she was doing a good job keeping him close. Lightning had never been with a filly before, and he was surprised at how good Scootaloo was. Then again, a year of experience would do that.
“My body type. A lot of stallions like the athletic type, so I’m allowed to maintain myself like this.” Scootaloo grinned in what Lightning was surprised to see looked like a victorious way, “So, no pony is allowed to get me pregnant.” ‘Fuck you Onyx.’ She thought to herself. Lightning just shrugged. 
“As long as I get to finish in you, I don’t care. Although it would be pretty funny to think of that bitch, Rainbow Dash, being an aunt without knowing it.” He suddenly winced as Scootaloo’s hoof came down too hard and smack his balls. She tried to look apologetic, but he wasn’t having it. “Oh, think your funny huh?” He slapped her viciously. His anger built as he saw that this did nothing but make her grin.
“Well, I got a good laugh out of it.” She replied. Lightning’s face flashed red. He roughly shoved her down, and grabbed her back hooves. 
“That’s it. I was going to wait, but I think we’re done here. I just wanted to fuck Rainbow’s sister anyway. Now if you don’t want me telling your master that you’ve been a bad pony….” He could see the regret in Scootaloo’s eyes as she realized that she went too far, “Thought not.” He spat as he lined himself up with her and pushed in. “Now just lay there and take it like the whore you are. This is the only thing any filly close to Rainbow Dash deserves.” With all the restrain she could muster, Scootaloo let that one slide. She leaned her head back, and matched her rhythm to his as her mind slowly tuned out what was happening. She had gotten fairly practiced at this. She let her mind slip back to that day on the track, sweat making her body glisten just as it did now.
She was so focused that she didn’t see what Lightning was doing. Scootaloo was caught off guard by an abrupt flash of light. She kept up her work, but she lifted her eyes to look for the source. To her bewilderment, the stallion had taken a picture of her. He was looking at the printed photo and was grinning. 
“You know, you look so much more grown up now than in that poster back at the academy.” He said as he looked down at the photo he’d taken, before setting it down in the bag he had on the room’s end table.
“A lot’s happened in the last year.” She replied, her voice even despite the hate she felt. The stallion patted her cheek condescendingly. 
“I know. You’ve already shown me how well suited you are to this. I think I’ll sneak this picture into Rainbow Dash’s locker when nopony’s looking, let the bitch see how much you’ve grown up.” He chuckled. He delighted as Scootaloo’s indifferent demeanor disappeared completely. She thrashed under him, unconcerned about the consequences. Lightning pinned her forehooves over her head as he kept pushing into her.
“Let me go! I’ll rip that thing to shreds!” Her eyes became blurry with tears are her fighting weakened, “You can’t show that to her! I don’t want her to ever know.” Scootaloo slammed her head back into the pillows at the head of the bed, now completely motionless. the room was quiet besides the sounds of their hips slapping together and Scootaloo’s quiet crying. “I don’t want her to know that this is all I am now.” She quietly whispered. Lightning chuckled cruelly.
“I do though. Not because I want to hurt you though, I just want her to pay for always being such a bitch to me.” He said into her ear, as he groaned. He thrust into her and a shot of pleasure coursed through him as he slowly let his breath out. Scootaloo sniffed quietly as she felt him cum inside her. She wouldn’t get pregnant, and she still maintained her body every day. She was still one of the greatest athletes her age in Equestria. However, as he pulled out of her, his cum dripping down her glistening flanks, she was reminded how little that mattered now. She couldn’t stop Lightning. Her master would hurt her unimaginably if she did anything to make him too upset. Rainbow Dash would know now. She would know that her little sister was still alive, but that this was her life. Scootaloo sobbed to herself as Lightning left the room. She looked down at used body, knowing how much it was going to hurt Rainbow Dash to see her like this.

The building was in an uproar when Scootaloo woke up the next morning. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she looked around. The guards were packing up sleeping material, toys, and what few personal belongings the mares and fillies had been allowed. One of them kicked Scootaloo lightly on the leg.
“Get up. We’re leaving.” He said, then he ripped her blanket off of her and put it into a bag with dozens of others. Scootaloo got up so that the stallion could take away her sleeping mat. ‘What the hell is going on?’ She wondered to herself. Since it was unlikely that she was going to be working today, Scootaloo decided to find Star. As she walked through the halls she heard a couple of guards muttering.
“You’re kidding me?” The first said, holding his head in annoyed disbelief. 
“No really, the dipshit took a picture of himself fucking one of our fillies and left it for a coworker to see. Of course, he’s an athlete, so he showers with a lot of the other stallions there. So, when the mare got pissed and demanded to know who it was in the picture, it didn’t take long for somepony to point a hoof at him.”
“What a fucking idiot. It was the Wonderbolts’ captain that found the picture, right? I’ve heard she’s a hothead, I can’t image that idiot made it out unscathed.”
“Nope. Broken nose, three shattered ribs, a concussion, and a dislocated shoulder from what I hear. As far as I’m concerned, he deserves it for being so stupid. Still, he’s being interrogated now, so we need to move shop before he inevitably blabs about where to find us.” Scootaloo had heard enough. The hallway seemed to go on forever as she considered what she’d heard. She was snapped back to reality by one of the guards.
“Alright Buzz, it’s time to leave. We can’t have you making any noise while we get you set to move, so I need you to wear this.” He said as he fit a gag over her mouth. A blindfold soon followed, and she felt herself being escorted. She was lifted into what she knew to be a cart. Her hooves were then chained to the floor, and her blindfold was taken off. From the hole on the side of one of the walls, she knew this to be the same carriage that had taken her here in the first place. She saw a magic field surround the door, and then disappear. Now that the soundproofing was done, the master in the carriage with them began to remove their gags. As she sat there, Scootaloo felt her heart breaking, imagining what Rainbow Dash must be feeling right then. Scootaloo felt Star’s hoof wrap around hers, and she looked up in surprise.
“Hey, how are y…you feeling? I…I know this can’t be easy for y…you.”
“It’s ok, really. I gave up on anything good coming out of this months ago.” Scootaloo sniffed as tears started forming in her eyes, “But…,” She laughed a little, “At least that jackass got what was coming to him. Star laughed with her. Scootaloo sat in silence for a bit before quietly speaking again. “I don’t want Rainbow Dash to look for me.” 
“W…What are you…?”
“I want her to move on. I wanted her to accept that I was gone.” She let out a sad sigh, “Now she definitely won’t. Not for a long time. I just…I just want one thing to go right. One thing that isn’t complete crap you know?” Star’s hoof left Scootaloo’s as she reached back to her tail. Star had worn two ribbons for as long as Scootaloo had known her, a red on in her hair, and a blue one on her tail. Now she was removing the blue one.
“Scootaloo, I…I can’t say if anything has gone w…well for you, but I can s…speak for myself. When I was first kidnapped, I h…had a friend with me named Spring. A friend that I h…hurt really badly.” Star was crying, but a smile was on her lips. “When I came here, I t…thought my l…life was over. Then I m…met you. You’re like the b…big sister I always wanted, and I l…love you. Things may be horrible, for y…you and me, but at least I have you to watch over me.” She tied the ribbon to Scootaloo’s hair as the older filly was left speechless. 
“This was a bow I b…bought Spring. She threw it b…back at m..me when I betrayed her. I’ve kept it t…to remind myself that someone loved me o…once. I want you to have i…it now, and I promise, I won’t f…fail you like I did Spring.” Star smiled through her tears, and Scootaloo tried to respond.
“Star, I…I can’t accept this.” She stammered out, beginning to cry herself, but Star held up a hoof to silence her. 
“Please, I w…want a second chance. You are the o…only good thing thing in my life right n…now. I w…want you to wear this so t…that I never forget that. So that I never m…make the same mistake with y…you that I did with Spring.” The carriage began to move, as Scootaloo nodded in understanding.
“Ok Squirt, I’ll keep it.” She smiled and hugged the filly, “Because being around you reminds me of how I felt around Rainbow Dash. If you’ve always wanted a big sister, then I guess I could do that.” Scootaloo held Star close to her, and for a fleeting moment she wasn’t broken. There was still somepony that she cared about.
> Apple Bloom's New Life
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It hadn't come as too much of a surprise to Apple Bloom when she found herself in Vanhoover. Her master, High Rise, made it clear that he was a wealthy stallion the day that he had bought her, and Vanhoover was home to some of the richest families in Equestria. Her hoofsteps echoes as she found herself pacing anxiously. As enormous as the the Rise family's manor was, she was kept in a single room most days, and she was still a very energetic filly.
The light that cut in through the windows let her know that it was probably well past noon. It was almost the time that he usually got home. Apple Bloom looked over her room, making sure that everything was straightened and neat. The room was to stay tidy, so it could look nice for when High Rise wanted to use her. As cruel as he could sometimes be, Apple Bloom wasn't going to give him any reason to be upset with her. The bed was made, all of the master's "toys" were lined up on the nearby counter the way that he liked, and everything else was tucked away. The loud slamming of the front door meant that it was very good that she was already prepared, but something on the stand next to the bed caught her eye. Moving as fast as she could, trying to beat the hurried hoofsteps she could hear moving through the ancient home, she zipped across the room and shoved the jar into the nightstand drawer.
The door to her room swung open, and Apple Bloom flipped around to welcome her master with what she hoped was a polite smile. A cold, but familiar, dread came over her as she realized that he wasn't alone. So he was showing her off to another one of his business partners today?
"So this is her?" The new stallion asked. He was shorter than High Rise, but that wasn't surprising. His grey fur and white mane seemed familiar to Apple Bloom. Knowing who High Rise associated with, she'd probably seen him in a newspaper or during her one trip to the Grand Galloping Gala. His eyes wandered over her, and Apple Bloom looked at the ground to avoid looking at his growing erection.
"Yeah, this is her. Want to give her a go?" High Rise replied. The grey stallion looked back at High Rise with a stupid expression of joy, then took a seat on Apple Bloom's bed. With his legs spread, Apple Bloom was given a pretty clear view of what she'd be servicing. When the stallion glanced at her expectantly, she closed the gap  between them and put her face down by his cock.
"Why don't you start by giving it a little lick?" He asked, clearly not quite sure how he was supposed to talk to her. High Rise chuckled lightly.
"You don't need to ask her, Broker. Just put her to work." He said, with a slight eye-roll.
"R...Right." Broker replied, with a nervous but delighted expression. He seemed about to say something else, but instead just let out a little gasp of surprise. Apple Bloom had begun to slowly run her tongue up the stallion's shaft, planting a soft kiss just below the head. Broker swallowed nervously. "Keep going." He whispered. 
A pleasant but hollow smile crossed Apple Bloom's lips as she obliged. Her lips tenderly moved their way down again, kissing along his whole length. When she reached his balls, she cupped her tongue around one of them and sucked lightly. Broker leaned back and let the filly do her job. His body tingled with excitement as he felt her tongue caress him, and he moaned when he felt her work her way back up. 
When she had reached his head for the second time, she popped her mouth around it quickly. No time was wasted, as she began to bob her head quickly, taking him in to the hilt. Not knowing what to do with his hooves, Broker just gripped the bed sheets as gasped as he felt her warm throat engulf him. His eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a quavering groan. Apple Bloom pulled up to his head again, swirled her tongue, and suck lightly as he came. His whole body shook. Apple Bloom pulled herself away in time to be hit by the last jet of cum, the white liquid oozing down her chin and neck. She licked her lips, and waited to see what High Rise wanted to do. He was never very patient.
"My turn." He growled, and Apple Bloom leaned onto the bed next to Broker, presenting her backside to him. 'Knew it." She thought to herself. His hooves gripped her hips roughly. There was no foreplay or preparation; Apple Bloom winced as she felt him enter her ass. He drove into her at a quick pace, and she bite the bed sheets to keep from screaming. Even after three years, it still hurt when he did it like this.
"So," High Rise chimed in in-between grunts. "Think you'll get one?" Broker's eyes were still glazed over a bit, but he nodded.
"Yeah but, weren't you mentioning there was some kinda trouble with the guy you bought her from?" He asked. Apple Bloom's ears perked up. Anything going wrong with Onyx was ok in her book.
"That was years ago. Besides, nopony got caught besides that dipshit Wonderbolt. Trust me, you can trust Onyx not to tattle if he gets caught, and he sells them cheap enough. Fair warning though, they won't be virgins. He only sells them when he's bored with them." Broker shrugged upon hearing this, clearly not caring. Apple Bloom's ears drooped a bit, realizing that Onyx was still active, but there wasn't anything she could do about that now. Not yet. She tried to sway her hips in response to High Rise's movements, and ignored the stinging in her hips when he abruptly slapped he. "Keep it up, slut. Not much longer." Her ass felt like it was ripping open, but she did her best to bear with it. The warm sensation of cum coating her insides sent relief flooding through her body. High Rise pulled out of her, leaving the filly panting as he gestured to the now-recovered Broker. "Come one, let's get some coffee. You can have a go at my daughter later, if you're in the mood. She's a year younger than this slut." Broker nodded excitedly, and they walked out of the room.
With the two of them gone, Apple Bloom plopped down on the bed, and let her eyes close. She'd need to clean up soon, but she wasn't going to waste the opportunity to rest. As she lay there her gaze drifted towards the door to her room, and she noticed the teal eyes staring back at her. Coughing into her hoof to clear her throat, Apple Bloom called out to the younger filly.
"It's ok Ruby, You can come in." Apple Bloom whipped the last bits of cum from her chin using the sheet on her bed. Ruby, a red filly with a white mane, stepped hesitantly into the room. She had a pair of saddlebags on, and plopped them on the bed next to Apple Bloom. Her eyes fearfully met her older friend's.
"They aren't coming back later?" She tentatively asked. She winced when she saw Apple Bloom's expression.
"You're father did suggest letting that other stallion...'have a go' at you, but they probably won't be back for a bit." Was the apple filly's reply. Ruby's eyes started to tear up, so Apple Bloom distracted her. "Did you bring me anything?" She asked with a grin. The expression on the younger filly's face changed immediately, as she dug into her saddle bags. Out of the bags came a small box. Ruby tossed the lid aside, and inside was an innocuous loaf of bread. Apple Bloom giggled with delight, then jumped to her nightstand to remove the jar she had hidden earlier. The rainbow colored bands along the edges of the jar shone in the light coming in through the windows, and Apple Bloom's mouth was already watering. "I'm still amazed you were able to sneak in some of my family's jam. I've been waiting to try it all day." 
"Me too, but there was something I wanted to do first...if it's ok that is. I understand if it's...." Ruby's voice petered out but Apple Bloom signaled for her to continue with a soft smile. "Do you think we could, um. Well, I know I won't want to after Dad and his friend, but...." She was interrupted as Apple Bloom leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips.
"Lie down." She purred. She set the food aside, they'd get to it later, and pushed the younger filly down onto the bed.
"Are you sure I can't do you this time? Not that I don't love that you do this for me, but I just want to return the favor." Ruby asked, the nervousness in her voice clear as she felt Apple Bloom's tongue begin to tease her entrance. Three years, and Ruby was still putty in her hooves. 
"It's alright. If I could, I wouldn't let anypony touch me down there again, but I really don't mind makin' you feel good." Not letting Ruby respond, Apple Bloom dove in. Planting a quick lick on the entrance to her fillyfriend's folds, Apple Bloom delighted in the squeal Ruby let slip. The apple filly moved her hooves up to hold Ruby's legs apart. Ruby's young legs squirmed and kicked, driven on by Apple Bloom's experienced tongue. Her chest rose and fell faster and faster, and Apple Bloom could tell that she was close.
"Just like that Bloom, yeeesss...." She gasped, and her eyes rolled back. Apple Bloom fought a giggle as she noticed that Ruby's tongue had lolled out the side of her mouth, and her eyes were completely glazed over. 'Time to finish her off.' She thought. With a last series of quick licks of the filly's young clit, Apple Bloom was rewarded with a prolonged moan of pleasure. Sitting up, and wiping the juices from her mouth, Apple Bloom gave Ruby a deep kiss. 

Several minutes late, after they were both cleaned up, the two of them finally got their food back out.
"I've never had zap apple jam." Ruby whispered, almost afraid to take a bite. Apple Bloom giggled pleasantly.
"And I haven't had it in years. It's ok, you can eat some. It won't zap you, I promise. It only  ever did that the one time." Ruby looked up in horror, seemingly about to drop the jar, "I was kidding, calm down." The apple filly giggled, and bit into her jam covered slice of bread. The nostalgia overwhelmed her. "I'm going to eat this with Applejack again, it will happen."
"I know. I'll help you too, if I can. Anything to get out of this house." Ruby shivered. "When I'm a bit older maybe. I'd do something now, but...he still has ponies watch me at school."
"He can't watch you for your whole life. Someday, he won't be watching, and you can get us help. Then, I'll take you home and introduce you to my sister, and brother, and granny." Apple Bloom set her slice of bread down and leaned into Ruby.
"I'd like that."
> Sweetie Belle's New Life
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The scorching summer sun beat down on the endless fields far to the south of Griffonstone. A few clouds offered some small amount of shade to the many griffons working said fields, but even so, Sweetie was glad to be indoors. There was a faint thumping as little hooves made their way into the kitchen. A white pegasus with a black mane walked over to Sweetie Belle’s hooves and stared up at her.
“What are you making Mom?” She asked. Her hoof pressed against Sweetie’s shoulder expectantly as she waited for a reply. Sweetie smiled down at her daughter.
“Onion soup.” She replied, chuckling at the disgusted look on Melody's face. “I know,” She laughed, “I’m sick of it too.” The curse of being stuck on an onion farm. Sweetie had long since run out of new ways to prepare the vegetable. Though, she did take some pride in actually being able to cook now. Leaving the water to boil, she turned to the little filly and rubbed her mane playfully. Both of their attentions were caught by the sound of the front door opening.
“Daddy’s back!” Melody cheered, sprinting to meet him. Sweetie’s mouth drew into a flat line at her daughter's words. The filly jumped into a hug from a massive brown and gold griffon. Aldo chuckled and lifted the filly onto his back. The two roughhoused for a while, Melody giggling as her daddy played with her. Sweetie allowed herself a rare smile, listening to her daughter’s laughter. After a few moments, it was clear that Aldo was getting tired, and he set her down. The filly pouted a bit, but Aldo didn’t give in.
“Hello Sweetie.” He cheerfully greeted, now that his attention wasn’t solely on his adoptive daughter, and then he fell into the couch.
“How is it looking?” Sweetie asked, mechanically.
“The harvest? Good I suppose, but Roto is being a lazy sack of lard. I’m tired of having to babysit his fat….” Aldo’s voice petered out, remembering the little pony in the room, “Anyway, it’s fine.”
“Is that why he doesn’t have a big house like ours, even though he grows onions too?” Melody chirped in. Aldo smiled down at her.
“No, it's because he only has the one farm, and even then, it really belongs to us. He just works it. We actually have quite a few. It’s how we can afford all our little pleasures.” Sweetie shivered a bit, knowing he was referring to her. “Just so you know, I’m going to have company over tonight.” He called over to her. Sweetie tensed.
“What kind of company?” She asked with forced pleasantness.
“Gerti and Godot.” He replied. Sweetie winced at the first name, but tried to hide her reaction. Sweetie would never understand how he could be friends with both of those two. Godot was a lovable sod, but Gerti…. Her hoof traced the ring on her horn, but she put those thoughts aside and responded to Aldo.
“Well that’s...nice. What about Melody though? I don’t think they set a good example for her.” Aldo shrugged, then closed his eyes for a nap. He clearly didn’t really care. Sweetie waved her daughter over to her. The little filly came over quickly, and Sweetie bent down to her. “So, you heard Daddy. We’ll be having company over tonight. You know what to do. After dinner, excuse yourself and go upstairs. Ok?” Melody nodded, a little disappointed about having to go to bed early. “If you do it without making a fuss,” Sweetie said pleasantly, “I’ll tell you a story before bed.” That cheered the little pegasus up, and her wings buzzed excitedly.
“Ok!” Melody happily replied. She hugged her mother’s leg, and then ran up the stairs to her room.
“Walk don’t run!” Sweetie called after her. Aldo chuckled from the couch. He opened one of his eyes and looked over at Sweetie Belle. With the pot now heating, and all the rest of the ingredients prepared, Sweetie didn’t have much to do but wait. Setting down the knife she had been using, she went to sit down. She plopped herself down on the other end of the couch, the space she kept between them noted by Aldo, and began to read one the the fashion magazines she kept on the end table. Aldo often bought her these magazines when he was in Griffonstone, but a familiar name on the cover had her particularly excited to read this newest issue.
“Before you get too invested in reading….” Aldo quietly whispered, trying to avoid Melody hearing them from upstairs, “...It was a long day today.” Taking the hint, Sweetie closed her magazine, and set it down. Aldo moved so that he was positioned with his back to the stairs, so he could block the view of Sweetie should they get interrupted. His legs spread, and Sweetie could see that he was already hard. She tilted his member down, and took it into her mouth.
She could taste the salty sweat of his days work as she started. Immediately, she wrapped her lips around the head and swirled her tongue around it. Aldo purred his approval. In the months she’d spent with him, Onyx had made her do this enough that she felt herself an expert. The more pointed nature of griffon cocks had taken some getting used to, but she found them easier to take in.
Shifting her position to get a better angle, Sweetie closed her eyes and began bobbing her head. Saliva oozed down Aldo’s cock as she deepthroated him, pooling on the seat of the chair. Aldo’s claws ran through her hair gently. Sweetie hummed, allowing herself to enjoy the sensation. The griffon began moan quietly, letting her know he was enjoying himself. With a soft gasp, he released in her mouth. Sweetie was surprised, he usually lasted longer. Still, there was more to come later that night. She swallowed, and then licked him clean before getting up to wash her face. As she leaned over the sink, she felt him wrap his arms around her.
“Thanks. You’re always so good at helping me relax.” He whispered, then nibbled at her ear affectionately. ‘Not like I could’ve have refused.’ Sweetie bitterly thought.

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Godot was the first to arrive. His lumbering form squeezed its way through the thin door frame. Sweetie smiled genuinely as he came in.
“Godot!” She set down the magazine, and met him with a warm embrace. Aldo smiled from back on the couch, just giving his friend a wave. Godot chuckled, and returned the mare’s hug.
“Sweetie, always a delight to see your face, and….” He sniffed the air exaggeratedly, “And help you empty your pantries.” Sweetie blanched a little, the smell of the still-cooking onion soup making her ill. Still, she playfully poked at his large belly.
“Hey, you are welcome to eat as many of our onions as you want, but….” She smiled when she heard his boisterous laugh. Melody came thumping down the stairs, and giggled.
“Mr. Godot!” She tackled the large griffon into a hug. “Daddy said you’d be here!” The griffon hugged the filly back, then lifted her onto his back as he walked into the dining room.
“Now,” He spoke to her, his voice getting quieter as he left the room, “Did you help your lovely mother today wi….” Sweetie smiled as she watched them leave. Taking a taste from the pot in front of her, she decided that it made her a little less sick than it had a few moments ago, and was ready to eat. She mentally cursed being purchased by an onion barron, not for the first time. Still, at least Aldo had let her keep Melody. The light bang of the door let her know that the second guest had arrived. Sweetie’s skin was crawling before she even turned to look her in the eye.
“Good evening Sweetie.” Gerti said, stepping into the living room. Setting down the pot, Sweetie turned to see the sleek griffon flop down on her couch. Gerti smiled pleasantly up at her, and Sweetie forced herself to smile back. “I’m always amazed…,” Gerti said, smelling the food from where she was sitting, “...that you’re able to cook so well with those hooves. I bet it would be a lot easier with magic.” The mockery was clear in her voice. Holding back her rage, Sweetie just nodded pleasantly.
“It probably would be, but that old ring on my horn makes that pretty much impossible. Not that you didn’t already know that.” Her face visibly darkened, as she continued, “You should be careful saying anything about my magic right now though. Godot’s in the other room, and Aldo doesn’t want him to know about...that.” Gertie rolled her eyes, but seemed to understand that crossing Aldo was a bad idea. Sitting herself down awkwardly next to the griffon, Sweetie picked up her fashion magazine, and continued where she’d left off some time ago.

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The griffons all gulped down their dinner ravenously. Godot in particular seemed to delight in filling his bowl up again and again. After his fifth, he leaned back into his chair and belched noisily.
“Ah, she never fails to impress.” He remarked, pointing to Sweetie. The mare rolled her eyes, but returned his smile. Melody screwed her face up in disgust, and poked at the brown goop with her hoof until Sweetie reprimanded her. Gerti was looking at Melody from across the table, and the look on her face made Sweetie’s uncomfortable.
“So, Melody.” Gerti purred out. “How old are you now?” The filly lept at the excuse to not eat.
“Four, ma’am.” She cheerfully replied. Gerti flashed her a gentle smile, and Sweetie looked to Aldo nervously. She knew better than to do anything that he might perceive as her standing up to him or his friends. She thought of Aldo, praying he wouldn’t go along with it. Almost on queue, Gerti looked to Aldo with a mischievous grin.
“Four? My my, she’s growing up so fast.” Her eyes met Aldo’s, “And such a pretty filly too. Aldo, why don’t we have her join us for….”
“Gerti.” The room fell quiet as Aldo looked back at her with clear disapproval on his face. “I’m glad you helped me…” He looked up at Godot’s confused expression, “...get introduced to Sweetie, but you’d better not be suggesting anything about my daughter.” Gerti attempted to mumble out a response, but it was too incoherent. Gerti just went back to eating, and tried to pretend that she hadn’t said anything. Seeing that, Aldo’s face softened, and he visibly relaxed. Melody hadn’t eaten much, but Sweetie decided it was time to get her out of the room. Picking her up, she excused herself, and headed for the stairway.
“But Mommy, I didn’t get to say goodbye to Mr. Godot.” Melody cried out as they left the room.
“It’s ok, you’ll see him in the morning. He’ll be staying all night, just like last time.” The filly’s room was dark, and Melody whimpered slightly. Shushing her, Sweetie set her down in her bed.
“I’m going to go back downstairs for a while. I’ll be back up later tonight, ok? I still promised you that story after all.” Melody’s face lit up, and she nodded excitedly. Sweetie gently kissed her daughter’s forehead, and then mentally readied herself for the rest of the night.

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The dining room was already mostly clean when she arrived. Picking up the last few bowls, she carried them into the kitchen to find Godot.
“Thanks for the help, but I would have gotten it.” She said, placing the bowls in the sink.
“I know, but you were busy taking care of that sweet heart upstairs. Plus, the other two weren’t going to help. They both rushed off to the bedroom already.” Godot chuckled boisterously. “Perverted bastards.” Godot chuckled, but then noticed Sweetie’s more neutral expression. “Hey, are you feeling alright? If this is about Gerti’s comment at diner, I understand. That was out of line.” Sweetie shook her head.
“I’m fine.” She lied. For a moment though, she considered telling Godot the truth. He’d believe her, she knew he would, and he might even be able to help her. This far from Equestria though? Sexual slavery wasn’t even illegal here. Aldo would be able to get help from the local guards. She wouldn’t make it far. She couldn’t ask her friend to risk himself just so she could fail another escape attempt. Even all these years later, what Onyx had done to punish her was still burned into her mind. Realizing that she hadn’t said anything, and was just staring into space, she spoke up again. “I’m fine Godot, I’ve just been out of it today. The other’s are probably waiting for us, we should go.” She turned to leave, and while still a bit unsure, Godot followed her up the stairs.

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Aldo and Gerti were waiting for them as they walked into the bedroom. Aldo had Gertie on the bed, and his face was between her legs. He lifted his head, juices dribbling down his beak as they entered. He flashed them a delighted grin.
“Finally!” He pulled himself away, much to Gerti’s disappointment. “Sweetie, come over and let Gertie show you a good time.” Climbing onto the bed, Sweetie crawled over to where Gertie was lying down, and sat herself right below the griffon’s beak. Gerti winked at her, then tilted her beak into Sweetie’s folds. Aldo lightly stroked himself, then lined himself up with Gerti’s still wet entrance. Sweetie felt Gerti jump beneath her as Aldo began thrusting into her. Her eyes glazed over as the large griffon filled her.
“Oh, so we’re just jumping right in then?” Godot called from the door with an amused look on his face. “Fine by me. Sweetie, do you mind if I…?” Sweetie smiled a bit, rocking her hips against Gerti to try and pretend she was enjoying herself.
“Not at all Godot.” She leaned forward as the older griffon climbed onto the bed. Once he was in a kneeling position in front of her, Sweetie took him into her mouth. Her tongue glided along his smooth shaft and he reach his claws down to gently guide her head. He didn’t thrust into her mouth, instead letting her go at her own pace. Aldo was showing no such care. He had both of Gerti’s thighs gripped tight and was furiously pumping into her. The two of them were both panting with exertion, and Gerti’s treatment of Sweetie Belle became less and less attentive. Not that Sweetie really minded.
“Ah!” Godot twisted as Sweetie continued to deepthroat him. Sweetie’s focus on what she was doing broke for a second, as she looked up into Godot’s delighted expression. She tried to smile at him, a difficult thing with her mouth full. If circumstances were different, she might’ve tried to tell Godot the truth by now. He was the only one here who thought that Sweetie did this kind of thing willingly. She refused to put him at risk, just for her own sake though. He didn’t know what he was doing to her, unlike the other two, he was just a perverted old griffon.
Gerti’s breathing was quickening, and by now she had stopped even trying to focus on Sweetie. The mare used this as an opportunity to shift her position so that she had a better angle for what she was doing to Godot. She could see the pleasure on written on his face, and she delighted in it. He was charming and he made her laugh, she wouldn’t mind doing this more often if it was just with him. Her concentration was broken again by an ear piercing screech. Gerti twisted and twitched underneath Sweetie, and the mare knew that Gerti was cumming. From the sounds of his panting, Aldo wasn’t too far behind.
“Stop, Gerti, stop.” Aldo called out from behind Sweetie, catching her attention. Confused, Gerti pulled her beak away from Sweetie. Aldo pulled out of the griffon and jumped onto the bed. Lifting Sweetie’s hips up, he began to push into her. Having just finished herself, Gerti didn’t really mind, and just lay underneath the two of them, enjoying the view. “Sorry for the surprise hun.” He whispered to Sweetie. “It just that I might accidentally get Gerti pregnant. No risk of that with you.” Sweetie let out a squeak that was muffled by Godot’s cock as she felt Aldo’s juices squirt into her. The large griffon felt himself turn to jelly, his muscles losing steam. He still absent mindedly thrust into her as he rode out his climax.
When he finally pulled out, he collapsed on the bed next to Gerti, and Sweetie tried not to laugh when she heard the snoring start seconds later. She looked down to see Gerti was at that point too. ‘So, just Godot left huh? That works.’ She thought to herself.  Sweetie pulled Godot out of her mouth, and before he could respond, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down into a sitting position against the headboard. Straddling him, Sweetie slowly rocked her hips.
“Sweetie!” Godot gasped surprised. “You’ve never let me, I mean….” Sweetie swallowed to clear her mouth, then kissed him gently on the forehead. Tears were welling in her eyes as she fought down any urge to explain to him that she wasn’t usually allowed to let anypony else in her like this. Instead, she just concentrated on her undulating hips. Godot brought his claws down to her hips, and thrust gently into her in time with her movements. It wasn’t long before both of them were gasping and moaning. Sweetie squeezed her eyes shut, and felt a griffon cumming inside her for the second time that night. This time though, she was right there with him, her own juices gushing out onto him.

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The creak of the bedroom door woke Melody. Try as she might, the little filly had drifted off, but her sleepy eyes lit up when she say her mother walk in. Rubbing her eyes, Melody made room on the bed for Sweetie. The mare sat next to her young daughter, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“I believe I promised you a story.” She quietly whispered, to which Melody excitedly nodded. Curling up into the bed next to the filly, Sweetie began. “Have I told you about the time my sister helped stop the chaos god, Discord?” Melody shook her head, eyes widening.
“Was he Scary?”
“Discord? No honey, at worst he was ridiculous, but he caused a lot of problems. So Rarity and the others were called by the princess….” The familiar story left Sweetie’s lips without her thinking too much about it. It was natural to her to talk about Rarity’s exploits. As the story stretched on, Melody’s little form quieted, and she was soon fast asleep again. Deciding to finish the story another night, Sweetie Belle gently rose, and left for the door.

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Her daughter was asleep, the griffon’s were too, but Sweetie wasn’t ready yet. She still had a magazine to finish going through. Flicking on the light on the end table, she curled up comfortably with it. Holding magazines with hooves was a pain, but she slowly managed to work her way through it. It was the final section of it that she was excited for though. The cover bragged that there was a big reveal of a new line from the legendary designer Rarity. Sweetie read the whole magazine slowly, deliberately building anticipation for herself. When she finally reached the proper page, her breath caught in her throat.
The pink, white, and purple color pattern was unmistakeable. Sweetie’s eyes welled up as she read the article. “...The legendary fashion designer, Rarity, created this gorgeous new line to raise awareness for the Missing and Exploited Foals Institute, and has stated that all profits will be donated to that organisation. The line itself was inspired by the colors of the fashionista’s sister, who went missing along with two of her friends five years ago.” Sweetie noticed that the dresses themselves had a circular, bouncy look to them. She laughed quietly, realizing that her sister had tried to capture the look of the curls in her hair. Sweetie held the magazine close, and silently wished she could return the favor to Rarity.
Thoughts of home swirled in her mind, and she thought of little Melody upstairs. For as many of Onyx’s visual traits as she’d inherited, there was more of of Sweetie Belle in her mannerisms and personality. She was one of the few good things to come out of the whole mess, and Sweetie often wondered how Rarity would feel if she ever met her young niece. Looking back down at the designs in the article, at the gift Rarity had given to her, Sweetie hoped that she could make Melody feel as loved as she did just then.