What's a naive filly from the Stable to do when she runs into slavers with sex on their minds? For Littlepip, it's getting thrown into a cell with a pissed off Steel Ranger. What's a filly to do, if your cellmate doesn't like mares?
What's a naive filly from the Stable to do when she runs into slavers with sex on their minds? For Littlepip, it's getting thrown into a cell with a pissed off Steel Ranger. What's a filly to do, if your cellmate doesn't like mares?
Littlepip and Icepick M/F/F, M/M/M/M/F/F, F/F Rape, Slavery, Orientation Play, And Lots Of Teasing.
Disclaimer: This collection of words is a lot of things. None, I repeat none of them are canon, classy or really defensible, that being said you might enjoy.
Better Than Nothing…
That’s basically what I thought when I realized there was an actual outside beyond the stable. However, after stumbling around in the dark, I realized just how low my bar had been. Within the course of two hours I had bumbled into a pack of slaver ponies, and they hadn’t stopped looking at my flanks. I was worried, nearly as worried as I had been that the stable door lead into a void. It was odd though that they hadn’t taken my things. Rather, they’d be jovial, almost friendly, even. Asking me how old I was and my name. Giving me the occasional prod or tugging me in close in a light hearted headlock, it made me feel strange. No-one had ever really given me attention before, least of all stallions. My legs were chained together, and I really didn’t want to aggravate the ponies with the guns. “Hey lookee there, she’s got a blush on her face!” One of the stallions, wearing a chewed up jacket said to the others. They all began to laugh. A big stallion, with a quiet sounding voice walked up to me. I knew that he had a big gun stuck in his barding, but it didn’t seem to make him threatening. “It’s alright, Airhead acts like that to all of us, especially the mares.” He said this to me before chuckling slightly. One of the ponies at the head of the group had stopped, so we had stopped. There hadn’t been any big noises, like gunshots. “Oh, a-alright,” I said with a much more uncertain chuckle. After that he picked up one of his meaty hooves and began to run them up and down my sides. I felt uncomfortable at his touch, my body wanted to move away from him, wanted to lean away but he’d just hold me tighter. Not painfully but very noticeably so. He’d occasionally rest his head on my shoulders and I felt little bumps as he’d clench his jaws. Every once in awhile he would say something vaguely comforting before playing with my mane. It wasn’t outside of my attention that some of the other Stallions were watching me and him, they had their mouths open and tails raised. Somehow, this made me feel more afraid than anything else. After maybe ten minutes of fondling that felt longer than most weeks, he back off but not before winking and saying. “See ya later tonight miss, here’s hopin’ we have a place to put ya.” I heard a few words being exchanged between the Slavers. Apparently they had made their rendezvous with another group of Slavers. They were apparently a large organisation, the destination a few miles out from Ponyville. We hadn’t even been walking for that long. However, I didn’t see any nearby buildings of sorts. Instead, the leaders of both groups broke off and exchanged some words in the distance. As the two spoke, I heard one from my original group sauntering up from behind me, stopping next to me. He just stood there, swinging side by side, occasionally bumping into me, but I knew better than to make a fuss. He began bumping more frequently into me, and would sometimes linger, rubbing up against me. I felt bodily unwell with each longer touch. I bristled and shook subconsciously, prompting a hissed “relax, meat!” and an “accidental” kick to my right foreleg. Just as the two in the distance returned, he simply walked on, as if he’d just been standing there a moment, brushing his tail from my hip, along my sides to my shoulders as he passed. All I could do was hang my head, clench my eyes shut and swallow the vague lump in my throat.
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Wasteland Steel
It had been just the usual smash and grab, smash the defensives and grab anything with a lot of arcana. What we hadn’t expected was that the little Ministry of Awesome bunker had been made the base of a fuck ton of slavers. It’s a little ironic at this point to say that I had been one of those for attacking the place anywhere. “What are they gonna do? Call us names.” I had said. On an entirely unrelated note, I needed to muzzle myself more often. To be fair, it had gone pretty well, up until the point me and two others pushed into one of the interior corridors. Fucking ministry of awesome had installed a spark emitter in the walls. Whatever, if they hadn’t have had that then I would have shoved my entire hoof up their asses, I did actually yell that at them. Maybe it was short sighted. In any case, are armours were dead and we were stuck. The rest of the rangers retreated, to either get some technicians and heavy weapons or to leave us and go somewhere opposition wasn’t actually a thing. It left us shit outta luck, regardless. The slavers were at least smart enough to split us apart and chain us as soon as they found the release for the armour. So, the slavers now also have three sets of armour in good condition.
It’s been a day since then, Asshole slavers, both genders mind you, have been leering at me. I just suck it up, but as I walk down a dark road in the dark, I can’t help but think about what they have planned. Honestly, as I looked at the sign on the side of the ruined highway, the name Ponyville written in spray paint in perfect block letters is disquieting enough.
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Cellmates
They had marched me straight back into Ponyville, this group quite a bit less subdued than the first. They made comments and jokes about me, my size and the cute things they wanted to watch me do. After passing some boarded houses on the outskirts, I was led down a wine cellar. The walls were lined up with impromptu cells, crudely but sturdily built with walls and separating black cloths as curtains. I was shoved to a cage that had another captive, a grey earth mare, waiting with her captors, who seemed no less excited than my escort. The door was opened, and she was led in first, then I felt a push against my rump, prompting me to follow her in. Stealing a good look at her hindquarters as the door closed behind me. She was no Velvet, but still I wouldn’t mind sharing a cell and the pile of hay in the corner with her. I could hold on to her for strength and comfort, maybe! So. While she just seemed to glower at the floor, I scooched a little closer to her. No reaction yet. I got up on all fours again and cleared my throat. This got me a “What’s up, squirt?” and a huff from her as she seemed to size me up. “Um, not our luck…” I said, quickly regretting my words. This large mare just looked at me before letting out a loud breath of air, it was like one-eighth of a laugh. She looked down at the mat of moldy hay and just let her body drop on top of it. Her mane was blonde and she looked like she could fit take most stallions’ lunch money. Judging by her size and general disposition. I sat down next to her, not close to her, just kind of close to her. The large mare gave me an apathetic look. “If they’re gonna put us in a cage together, I should know your name. I mean, I wouldn’t want you taking all of the hay or you using my toothbrush.” She made that fraction of a laugh again. She kept her eyes locked on mine. “I’m littlepip, I uh, just left my stable. By the way have you seen a mare named Velvet Remedy?” I looked down while telling her this. “And you got captured within what, five minutes, that’s gotta suck. I mean, these guys aren’t gonna be fun. Not to scare you or anything, but we bust up places like this sometimes, and the insides aren’t pretty. This sparked my curiosity. She was brave or stupidly brave to just go out and attack them, might as well see if there are other groups than these monsters out there. “You went and actually attacked these ponies? Who are you?” She gave me, or rather, my stable jumpsuit a look. “I’m with a group that preserves Equestria’s culture and science to rebuild our once great nation. Got nabbed in a failed raid on this place. You can call me Paladin Icepick. They were lucky, basically.” “Oh! So your buddies will come bust us out of here?” She sighed and turned away from me. “Try and get comfortable. I’m sorry to see your first, what, week?-”, “day.” I amended, now looking down at my hooves - “day, has ended like this, but that’s life in the wasteland for you. With any luck at least they’ll keep us fed for what they’ve got planned for us.” “Holding us ransom?”
“Nah. I think you can get a pretty good idea how they might make money off us and still be motivated to keep us alive.” My heart began to race. My breathing quickened and I fell back on my haunches. This was bad. I was stuck here with this strange mare, no sign of Velvet anywhere and in for a very bad time if I couldn’t get out of here soon. Preferably immediately. My thoughts were interrupted by her pressing a hoof against my chest.
“I don’t know about you but I’m keeping my dignity.”
I didn’t know what she meant by that, though I’d find out. All, I wanted at this point was a pillow, a Velvet Remedy song on the radio and a night’s sleep worth getting. “So don’t expect me to join you in breaking down. Not going to give those fucks that kind of satisfaction any time soon. And you shouldn’t be too excited about seeing my battle buddies for another reason, by the way.” “I can’t imagine them being any worse than this.”, I told her. “See that clunky foreleg computer of yours?”
“A pipbuck as any other pony in the stable would have me fix up when theirs are on the fritz. What about it?”
“We see to salvaging technology and other artifacts of prewar importance from savages who don’t know how to properly appreciate and care for it.” “Shouldn’t I be fine then, I love technology, all the numbers and…” My voice trailed off, her eyes just seemed to cloud. She let out a sigh, she hadn’t moved her hoof. "Even though as a stable technician you'd be more qualified than most,” Her voice had a weight to it. She locked eyes with me. I felt inklings of a blush hitting my face. Of course she was a young-ish grey mare. “You'd still have to fork that over as soon as we'd rescue you.” I felt anger and despair surge inside me. “But then I’d be left with nothing! You’d practically be leaving me for dead.”, I sobbed with a stomp of my hoof.
“I’m already losing any trail Velvet might’ve left and without my pipbuck I’d be completely lost. Wouldn’t even be able to find the way back to the stable if you dropped me off in the middle of nowhere.” “By the time they rescue us, if they do, you’re gonna be too focused on finding a mares…” She said with a shrug and a shiver. She proceeded to lay down on the mat. Within a minute or so, she was asleep. I didn’t really feel compelled to get any shuteye just yet. I paced along the bars, sometimes stopping to glance furtively at my pipbuck as I did.
“You better not make me get up and make you stop.”, came from her resting form.
“Really, you don’t want my full weight pressing down on you. And you’re gonna need your energy tomorrow, squirt. Go. To sleep.” At that, I scurried over to the pile of hay and settled in it. My back to hers, but not touching, I figured we could share and stay out of each other’s mane for tonight.
Before nodding off, I wanted to know what she’d be good at, right. So, I let my eyes drift over to her flank. Her cutie mark was a bunch of metal shards flying off in random directions. That could be useful.
When I awoke I was very, very close to the other mare. Like, my rear legs are pressing against your rump, close. I wanted to jump back. I didn’t though, I didn’t want to wake her up, besides it was nice. In the poorly lit closet of a room we were in, our coats didn’t even look all that different. Judging from the snores I could hear, she was out like a rock. I sighed, whatever this day brought us, I didn’t want to lose my first real, whatever she was to me. I think I fell back asleep soon after.
“Wake up cunts!” A loud slaver yelled the moment he entered the room. I pushed away from her and got to my hooves, but he had already seen something suggestive. “So, ya been together for a night an’ yer already doin’ all that freaky lezzer stuff. Guess Brand was right, livin’ underground makes ya all kind O’ fucked up.” He leered at me and tensed up Icepick, I could see his stallionhood leaving his sheath. I shivered. “Shut your fucking mouth, you’re dripping pre at the idea. Now what do need us to do?” There was defiance in her voice, she would follow commands but she wouldn’t ‘take their shit’. “Ha ha, we’ll have a fun time with you… and the little one. In fact, I know somepony who wants a crack at her first. Test the merchandise, ya know… You Rangers all know about merchandise, ya jus’ don’t call it that.” He said with a chuckle. “Fer now you two lezzers are headin’ down to the doc, a lil’ check up. Gotta make sure yer not carrin’.” He turned his body, I felt like trash for being put in this situation. But when I shifted my eyes to the mare next to me, I saw the briefest moment of tension in her body. Her neck muscles pulled out like corded steel, it passed with a long breath. We followed the stallion into Ponyville, it had a number of repaired buildings and amenities, like water pumps and gardens. The number of stocks lying around and the platform for hangings were disquieting, I feared for the mare beside me. Both for the cost of defiance and the lack of feeling on her face upon seeing the town in all of its institutional depravity.
“How ‘bout I be your tour guide.”, he offered, “It ain’t market day yet so you won’t be seeing any merchandise out and about. Don’t you worry, the two of you are the perfect fit for this place so you’re going to be part of the permanent stock on location if everything checks out. Believe me, stable meat and canned meat are in high demand all year round so customers will be begging for private sessions in no time. Only poultry could possibly hit higher bids but that’s borderline exotic.” I could figure what he meant by those nicknames and kept quiet.
“By the way, iffin’ ya try to run, our mercenaries will take you down before you get a hoof outside the walls.” He looked at the both of us sternly. Icepick glared at him, I let my eyes touch the ground. Not the best time to try my chances.
“But hey, you jus’ might learn to appreciate our hospitality!”, he added with a chortle. For the record, we did not.
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The doctor's ‘office’ was a pre-war iced cream shop, the rangey exterior was windburnt and covered in a flaking coat of paint. No primer. For the ponies that were illiterate, a majority, there was a mural of four pink butterfly outlined like the clubs on a deck of cards. Said doctor was seated behind a desk, only briefly looking up before huffing and getting up to greet us. “Hi, you can call me Doc, or Ms. Summer. I trust you’ve been filled in on what happens now. How about I start out with you, Miss…?”
She had levitated her clipboard under my chin to make me look her in the eyes. I complied.
“Littlepip.”
The only outward reaction that earned me was a smirk but I could tell she’d have loved to make me elaborate. Instead, she went straight to asking me how many sexual partners I’d had in the past weeks! In a friendly tone and all, but in front of everybody else, including my captors, who, upon glancing at them, wore the biggest shit-eating grins I’d ever seen, one of them waving a hoof slightly and mouthing “go on!”. My attention was snapped back to her by two light slaps to my left cheek and the sound of her clearing her throat. I faced her once again and she merely motioned over to a padded bench and asked me to straddle it. I looked at the other mare and she just nodded and kept a firm expression, as if telling me to stay strong. I gulped and made my way over to this bench, lining my body up over it, then lowered myself on it. I felt the cold metal against my hind legs, with a practiced movement Summer locked a set of cuffs around my hinds. I couldn’t help but keep my tail thrust between my legs. The arms scissored outward, and I felt my legs open in a very artificial manner. I turned my head and immediately regretted my decision, everyone in the room Icepick excluded were staring back there. “Littlepip, this entire process will go much faster if you lift your tail up.” Summers said again, in her sweet voice. Damnit, a cute mare is mewling at me to open my legs… why did it have to happen here. I set out to imagine a lovely evening with a mare- “Thank you Littlepip,” She sang at me liltingly, before pulling the end of my tail into a side restraint. I tried to jerk it back down, only for a stallion behind me to laugh. “Yer locked in missy,” he said with a husky voice. “Let me get my tools out,” Summers said before backing towards a counter that had once been used to hold mixing machines and measuring cups. I felt trapped, I was trapped I reminded myself. My lips felt cold and dry, but it wasn’t hindering the stallions behind me. The sounds of lewd acts done by them, and ones they wanted to do to me made the room feel colder. I felt something brush against my mane, and sure enough, she floated a speculum up right in front of my face. “You old enough to know what this is, sweetie?”
I felt my cheeks blushing and simply nodded. “Good, then you know where this trusty tool is headed next.”
With that, I felt her magic tugging at my nethers, pulling my labia apart (earning her a bunch of “ooooh”s in unison from our rapt male audience) and beginning to insert… it… up there. I squirmed at the feeling of cold metal entering me, and, against all my expectations, felt her pull it out again.
“Oh honey, too cold for you?”, she cooed as she sauntered up in front of me to stroke my chin, “Don’t worry, mommy Summer will warm it up nicely for her little filly! Hang in there!” And with that, she was off somewhere else in the building. For all of five seconds after the door closed behind her, there was dead silence. Then I could hear the telltale sounds of careful, deliberate hoof falls as the stallions tried to sneak up closer, whispering and giggling in impish glee at my predicament and their luck. They were right behind me now, each daring the other to go ahead and touch it- touch me there. Being completely at their mercy, I didn’t dare make a noise. Sure enough, I felt a shaky hoof timidly stroke my folds, before he noticeably gained confidence and began rhythmically running his hoof up and down my slit. To him, it must’ve been exhilarating enjoying the rush of not being caught and of exploring my barely-touched slit. In a coup de grace, he shoved his muzzle down before running it down my virgin slit. I strained my tail, to push him out of the way. But, after just that lick he backed away like a foal that just said a dirty word and got away with it. The door slid open and my salvation arrived, though the feeling of being spread open once again killed most of the good feelings. “Ah, I see our little mare has gotten a little wet. Now, filly, this is a medical examination not a spot of fun, but speaking of which.” She paused to give my nethers a good long look and a through feeling poke with a small metal rod. “So, your hymen is intact, are you one of the lucky mares where it spreads to the side?” She mused aloud, to the delight of the stallions in the room, especially the one who had put moisture there. The worst part was-Luna’s horn spear my ass-I was beginning to feel a little arousal. Maybe, being examined by an attractive mare was my weakness. “Littlepip, how sexually active have you been in the past?” She asked while poking at my cervix. “Uhm, not very active…” I choked out in a small voice. On impulse I opened my eyes and saw that Icepick had taken to leaning against a table in front of me. She had a sad, but sympathetic look on her muzzle. “So, one stallion partner?” The doctor asked, while unknowingly pushing warm breath against my over sensitive folds. “No.” As I said that a stallion in the room whooped, and another grumbled before passing, bottlecaps(?), to the whooping stallion. She paused for a while, pushing and prodding my folds apart wordlessly before just uttering a deadpan “I see”. Keeping up this treatment, and keeping quiet enough for me to hear the stallions’ heavy breathing and mumbling, she seemed content to insert that rod into me again and poke around rather uncomfortably for me.
“Looks like it doesn’t… Well, guess you’ll have your first time in here, then-”
She was interrupted by the stallions’ cheers.
“Here being, this village, not my office. I don’t want to clean up blood, it’s a hassle to clean it, you understand right? And every bit as unsanitary.” She had rested a hoof on my head and played with my mane as she said this. Once again I blushed away.
“Sorry hun, I’m taken and I’m afraid it’s just your luck you weren’t captured by a team of mares. But we all learn to adapt to survive, no?” My cellmate perked up at this, though out of surprise, rather than any kind of joy, and stared at me. Maybe she was thinking about our, err, morning poses? “Just let me have one last look at your cervix and we should be done here for now. You’re clean and pure as can be so far, and no injuries whatsoever from masturbation with objects as would be expected of your type, either. No worries, I’ll be careful with this next bit to keep it that way. Wouldn’t want to ruin your first time!” In went the speculum, deep inside me to the hilt, then spreading me open for her to peer inside me.
“You seem perfectly healthy, and if you asked anyone around here, perfectly prepared for action as far as they’re concerned. Now how about you, big gal?” With that, she undid my restraints, and a slight slap on my rump served to motivate me to get off the bench. I moved off of it with a lunge, my tail pulled down as quickly as equinely possible. I put myself as far from the door as possible. I had no notion of escape now, only the instincts that told me to avoid these stallions.
“As long as you’re not gonna get too feely down there, I’m game.” Icepick told her with a sigh. She sauntered over, basically dragging her hooves. She mounted the table with a slight aplomb, shoving her tail aside and letting it lie over the tail clip, she let out a snort of indignation, like she was in sort of hurry.
“Ah, a mare who knows how valuable my time is, I like that in a pony.” Summers laughed in her sickly sweet way.
“Chuckles, do your damn job,” Icepick said in a low voice. And as the doctor spread her legs with the restrains I had an odd impulse. I wanted to see my ‘roommate’s’ filly bits. Even the thought of staring at them brought heat to my face. After a second of thought I realized that would be just as bad as what the stallions had done to me, even if I didn’t physically molest her. But as I thought things over, or as some people would say, rationalized, I would be seeing them soon, in more terrible circumstances…
I walked over and hoped that she wouldn’t look at me, or that the stallions would cheer the little gay mare on. Whatever, this place was, it was basically a village wide arousal talisman. Huh, I guess I just wanted a glimpse of something, pleasant before my impending rape(s). It didn’t cross my mind how close that idea was to a set of raiders or the slavers I had just been violated by.
Icepick had been spread open, her labia were of a pretty normal size, smaller than mine proportionally… they were really good looking. That’s what did it, full blown arousal happened then, looking at a mare’s nethers with a fellow audience of rapist slavers. Other than a failing some kind of ethics test, I listened to her spate of questions.
“Icepick, how sexually active have you been in the past,” Summers asked her in that same sympathetic, yet clinical tone, but there seemed to be no edge to it. There wasn’t a gimmick here, there was just an interaction between two individuals from groups in conflict. As I watched Icepick respond, I couldn’t help but feel smaller than I normally did. I had left the stable all alone, and now I was perving on my one positive acquaintance. Guiltily, I shuffled back to the other side of the room.
“Every other day or so, when I had a partner or set of them. This isn’t to say that we weren’t away from one another or anything. Just, that when I was in a relationship, we rutted a lot.” She told the room this in a matter of fact way, it was vague, yet the idea of speaking this kind of information in any kind of mixed company was anathema. Losing myself for a moment, my mouth gaped open. The stallion that had, licked me, he gave me a longing glance as I did that. My mouth closed like a bear trap. That was not a welcome mental image. But it sure got him tittering and exchanging knowing looks with his buddies. I was almost grateful for this distracting me from Icepick. Still felt like a sick creep for giving in to that. Like a stain that wouldn’t come off. I hoped she wouldn’t make my life here even worse for that.
“Something the matter back there?”, that voice snapped all of us out of our moment. Summers had interrupted her work to crane her neck back at us, evenly staring at me in particular before returning to her far more serious, far more methodical check up on Icepick.
“Well, you’re healthy and in good enough shape, considering. Alright boys, looks like you get to pat yourselves on the back for two good catches this time.”
With that, she rather unceremoniously undid Icepick’s restraints and, with a nod to one of the stallions who handed her some of those bottlecaps, showed us the door. What was it with collecting and trading those? A quirky little thing around here to avoid using real bits?
At that they led us back to our cell in silence, as we passed by the entrance another set of slavers and slaves were waiting their turn with the doctor. The stallion that had woken us up was also the one to lock the door, and with that we were effectively to ourselves. “So, you’re not really into stallions?” Icepick asked me neutrally, before laying down on the pile of hay. I blanched at her question. “I’ve never really had to choose, I mean, I kinda left my stable looking for a mare-” “So, you like mares, I know a lot of mares that like mares, but none of them are completely totally against dick.” I let her words flow through my head. Males had always seemed odd to me, I could work with them, but I could never get behind them like I had seen other fillies do. Something about the folds of a mare, or their smell… I didn’t want to think thoughts like this right now. With a mare who’s bits had been exposed to my view less than ten minutes ago; after feeling that ‘doctors’ breath and instruments on my slit.
“I looked at some magazines that had both sets of parts. I just kept my eyes on the mares,” I told her earnestly. She seemed to soften.
“Okay, so you’ve never wanted to sleep with a stallion or want anything to do with him?”
“I’ve only really wanted one pony.” I only understood how pathetic it sounded as it left my mouth. She just looked at me. Before yawning.
“Well, when we get out, you’ll have a chance to expand your horizon. For now I’d recommend getting some rest, and maybe getting used to the idea of dick.” She said that last line with a starkness she didn’t even seem comfortable with. I passed out with my head leaning against the wall.
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Our delightful jailer woke us up once more, we had only been out for an hour or so, and we were starving. He opened the door and passed us a bowl of soup and four bread crusts. We just stared at him. He didn’t leave, he stepped into the cramped room. The door shut with a push from a back leg.
“I gotta deal for ya, I could get ya’ll some more foodies if ya help me out down there.” He pointed with a hoof at his half hardened dick. This slaver looked to be about thirty with a mane that was receding, he was just about average size. Something about his damaged teeth and speech repulsed me. Not that I wasn’t repulsed by the offer itself.
“We’ll think about it,” Icepick said with a definitive air. She picked up a bread crust and proceeded to pop it in her mouth.
“Jus’ rememba, I control the food, I can make life harder for ya…” He said with an air of petty authority, the kind of person who really shouldn’t have it. But, he left just as quickly as he had entered.
We took turns draining the soup and we eat got a bread crust, this food was going to starve us, even if we ate it three times a day. She needed more calories than me at base, and I didn’t want to see her starving.
“Do you think it’s worth it?” I asked her in a halting voice. “Well, once we start giving it up for free here, it can’t end well.”
“We’re already going to be raped daily, what does it matter?” I asked rhetorically, I was more interested in her answer than anything else. “I’m not going to become one of the mares that lives here that adapts, becomes one of the ponies that get pulled out of these places. Fucking shells.” “If it keeps us fed?” I asked as I cleaned my teeth of bread with my tongue. “Don’t expect me to do this for you, alright?” She said with finality as she licked the bowl clean.
It didn’t take long for the stallion to enter the room once more, he had marching orders. We were brought into a large building, on the walls were lewd murals and in the center of the largest room lay a large stage with lights pointed at it. But, the area around the stage was mostly empty. The sun was still up. We were huddled quickly into a drab area that they used for backstage operations. Or so I learned. “This isn’t how I wanted to get famous,” Icepick said to me quietly.
With a final push we entered a room that was in the days before the bombs a conference table, now that same conference table was held up by cinder blocks and made to look like a replica of the stage.
There was a training session happening as we entered. A small mare, maybe fifteen years of age was pushing the crotch of a worn bathing out of the way of her slit, slowly. That was sickening, she was basically a filly. It made me speak up. If only to feel as though I was doing something.
“Hello, we're here for our, uhm, lesson.”
A middle aged mare with a hard face glared at me.
“Ah, I heard about new performers. You’ll do nicely, if you learn your places.” She said to the two of us. “Stand still, I want to see you still and moving.” She took her time looking at the both of us, making slow circles at varying distances. After some time she spoke to the filly on the stage.
“Come down here and show them the positions.” And she did, it was a few minutes of an admittedly attractive female showing us the technical terms for tail positioning and other bodily manipulations. All the while the teacher watched us for reactions.
With a snide look on her face she told us our flaws. I needed to work on my posture, and Icepick stood like she was reinforced by steel. When she ushered the mare out, the real training began. She told us that we would be something approaching presentable by ten this evening. At that Icepick and I exchanged a look, we could do this, not because we wanted to, but because acting subordinate, subjugated, that’s the start of a plan.
We met every command head on, and by the end we had the basic moves down, and had practiced the more erotic aspects enough to satisfy the mare. By that time we were tired, famished and ready. Just as she ushered us out, she gave us a simple command.
“Go through that door, pay attention and do the best job you can. I was an entertainer here years ago, and let me say once you get into this job… you can make a damn fine living!”
My ears bent down at the very idea, that you could pull yourself out, a relief valve for ponies, to give them hope. The idea that the mare in there became a part of this system… It made my teeth grind even as we entered the makeup room. A number of odd products were applied to the both of us. “Wow.” Icepick said when she first caught a glimpse of our outfits, they were matching school girl uniforms. Her’s was much bigger than mine of course… “Where’d you dredge up those things?” Icepick asked earnestly. “There was a large locker room just stuffed to the brim with them in a boarding school down the road a couple miles,” the stallion attendant said before adding. “Now get in em’, and don’t tell me you don’t which is which.” We did as he said, I felt like these panties were a little small somehow, the were permanently pressed against my marehood. I was nearly dressed when I spoke up. “Lemme see?” The stallion said in an annoyed tone, and before Icepick could say anything he had spun around to my backside and grabbed waistband of my panties with his mouth, pulling it before letting it snap back painfully against my slit. “No those are perfect,” he said to me with a grin as I turned to face him with a frowning expression. “Do you need a quick checkeroo too?” He asked Icepick with that grin still blastered over his muzzle.
“She can be cute with me, because she’s cute, you aren’t, do you understand.” She said forcibly. As he left the room for us to finish clothing ourselves she whispered in my ear. “He’s gonna get the right impression, and the wrong idea.” She nudged me in the ribs and I laughed. Then she turned around and showed me exactly how tight her panties were. I could see, everything.
“They’ll be off soon.” I said to her half-jokingly.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
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After we had finished dolling up, we were brought on stage. We patiently obliged so far, nothing too bad. They sure seemed to have fun announcing our entrance though:
“And now for our next act, momma bear and her runt! Give ‘em a big old round of applause!” The stallion behind us gave us a quick whispered “remember, smile and show enthusiasm for extra rations!” and a sharp shove. I tried my best to strut and smile, though mostly I earned jeers and sarcastic cooing. Icepick on the other hoof, held her head high and strutted straight to her pole. She nodded at me, then at the audience and I knew to keep my eyes off her and on them. “C’mon, you two, isn’t it awfully warm in here with all these folks who showed up just to see you? How ‘bout you take off those vests?” A quick glance and nod at Icepick to time our moves in sync, a smile and a wink for the audience and we shed those articles, but more slowly, deliberately and with more wry will. And I finished mine off by tossing it into the crowd, with the stallions bellowing and hopping to catch it. I stood there, flexing my flanks, letting my gaze sweep across the crowd, occasionally winking at someone or raising a hoof to my cheek in mock embarrassment. I was intentionally waiting for the announcer to egg us on. Keep the audience captive. This was still humiliating but at least this way we could earn extra rations without getting physically touched by our, ugh, clients. “Keep going, girlies!” We moved on to our skirts, untying the rope belts and slipping them off, down our hindlegs. Thus revealing our tails and panties underneath. Now there definitely were hoots and hollers going on. I’d hoped to entertain party guests to this degree but not really by these means. “Alrighty, take those shirts off! Let us see your chests!” And we obliged. Taking off another layer of clothing. This left us baring our chests and forelegs. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Icepick flex her forelegs and shoulders, earning quite a few appreciative murmurs from stallions and mares who wished to “tame mama bear”. Guess she got to shine on this part of the act, as I was rather ignored “Lookit that proud gal! And I bet you’re all pining to see her more tender areas!” “Everypony, with me! Take them off! Take them off!”
And with that, I slipped my tight panties off of my body, and Icepick did the same. I was mindful to do so with my hooves rather than my magic so as to further flex and contort. The audience definitely seemed to agree with that course of action. I then decided to float them over the nearest rows, see who might manage to snatch them first. Which in this case was an unsavory looking mare who managed to hop up surprisingly high and snag them in her teeth before demanding I turn away from her first for that.
“We have a winner! Let her see the spoils!”, bellowed the announcer. I turned around, keeping my tail tucked until I directly faced her, then deliberately slowly lifted my tail while she kept egging me on. Right before I decided I’d finished lifting my tail, I felt her smack the panties against my slit with a triumphant “that’s what I’m talking about! Yeah!”
We finished by each crossing over to the other’s platform, doing a full rotation in place to show off our nethers to as many audience members as possible, then were ushered out.
Our cell guard was already waiting for us.
“Okay you two, ya good out there for fresh captives. Heck, some of the VIP guests specifically asked for the two of you for a little aftershow! Now, let’s see how well you can show your adoring new fans some love!”
Icepick and I shared a questioning glance before we were prodded in the general direction of a backstage door. But before we started moving there, we were handed another fresh set of outfits for the private performance and told to get ‘em on real quick so as to not keep the VIPs waiting for much longer. After some hassled re-dressing and resulting discomfort, we were marched to the door. The lead stallion rapped against the door four times before opening it and presenting us to a rather well-dressed and well-groomed middle-aged stallion and a younger stallion whom I guessed to be his son.
We stepped inside the darkened room, there was a radio playing music softly somewhere in the room.
The older stallion made our escort leave and shut the door. Both him and his son looked at us before, he cleared his throat. “Hello Ladies, my name is Augustus Binding. I’ve decided to show my heir the fruits of labour. And civilisation.” He patted a spot on the side of his mattress, while looking at me. “A little bit of chatter would liven things up, correct?” The son took a cue from his father and motioned for Icepick to join him on a nearby couch. We both took our spots, both close enough to the stallion to be rubbing up against him. “So, what are your names?” “Knight Icepick, third class, or as they like to call me here, Mama Bear.” Icepick responded with a clamour. The younger stallion seemed to shrink compared to him.
Augustus looked at me, “I’m Littlepip,” I said while looking at the floor.
“Ah, a shy mare. Well, my son is similar in that regard.” He looked troubled for a second. “In that case I think I’ll take my leave, Spindle don’t strain yourself.” He then got off of the bed. He gave an affable smile before closing the door.
At first, all was quiet. Just Icepick and I sharing a look, then deciding to expectantly look at him and wait for him to say something, anything. After about half a minute, Icepick huffed, sauntered over to him and sat on her haunches in front of him, looking him in the eyes. Without warning, she rested her forelegs on his hind legs and rested her head in his lap.
“C’mon, tiger, we’re both waiting on you, make your move!”, stroking his cutie marks as she did and slowly swishing her tail side to side. Her voice was husky and immediately his maleness began to expand. She moved a rear hoof that only I could see, it was moving in his direction back and forth. Oh. Oh… I walked forward just as she nuzzled his hardening thing. He moaned gently, his voice wasn’t the most masculine.
I saw that they were starting to get something good going after a rather poor start. But if he wanted to make his daddy proud he’d better start taking charge. Preferably with the straight mare in the room, though. Who seemed to be having a whale of a time with him right now, judging by how moist she was getting back there. I was, uh, spending this newly gained free time focusing on her nethers, because why not. We were in this together. Those nice, shapely nethers I wouldn’t mind burying my muzzle in-
“I notice what’s going on back there you little perv!”, came a shouted interruption to my reverie. I balked and flopped on my haunches, discomfort rising.
Spindle on the other hand, seemed almost relieved. He seemed to relax as Icepick turned away from him, his face quickly acquiring a smile.
“C-come o-on, no harm no fowl.” I stuttered out. Icepick looked like she was about to laugh, to make fun of me.
“You two are mine for the night right?” The young buck asked the two of us. “Yeah, so where exactly do you wanna-” Icepick responded with equal amounts annoyance and enthusiasm.
“So, make out.” He said to the both of us, his eyes darting from hers to mine. Icepick seemed to spit, I almost whooped, someone found something that caught her off guard… and for no other reason.
“Okay.” I said with steel in my voice and feigned reluctance. Icepick shot me a look of betrayal as I trotted up to her, the stallion then motioned for us to drop our dresses. Icepick turned to face him as he sat there, rubbing her rear against his hardness. I tried to remove my clothing sexily, but she was taking up most of his attention as she continually ran her tail across his muzzle.
“No, keep the panties on, gotta have something to show for this.” He said to us. Icepick turned from him, both of us dressed down. I pushed my muzzle against hers. Her lips stayed closed, but we both saw the stallion lay back and begin stroking his cock. It looked to be about average size, at least compared to the ones I had seen in the literature.
And with that, I took charge for the first time in my life. This was a fantasy opportunity if I excluded the reason why this came about, so I didn’t little things like ‘ineptitude’ or ‘zero experience’ keep me from enjoying this. Her tongue was initially hiding itself in the rear of her mouth, but after I searched for it for a few seconds, she pushed hers against mine. I took her up on the challenge and our tongues wrestled as she also started to push against me, landing me on my back with her on top of me. I wouldn’t have it any other way, any other place. Her barrel was pressed against mine, and the stallion was stroking himself close by. Yet I could ignore him. I could focus on Icepick. Her scent, her strong body, the feeling of her muscles against my softer form. I was enjoying every bit of this. I moaned into her muzzle as I arched my back to press against her body.
“Oh yeah,” He moaned in his nasally voice.
She didn’t return the moan but she did push her tongue deep into my mouth. Unconsciously I wrapped my forelegs around her barrel, and began dry humping her. Her fur felt so warm against mine, so good against mine.
“Um, stop doing that come suck me-together.” He said to us in a high pitched voice. Icepick pulled herself off of me, and as her head pulled away a long string of saliva connected us for a brief moment. All, I can say is: my panties were soaked. Then I realized what he had asked of us, and I gulped. First client request I didn’t really want to act on. However, Icepick had been a good sport with the kiss, so I decided to grin and bear it like Mama bear. Icepick had been patiently waiting for me to walk up next to her, head turned, and winked at me once I was in position. I opened my mouth and was about to, reluctantly, touch down on his shaft when Icepick gave me a “tut tut” look and said “Come on squirt, let’s do this for our-esteemed-customer!”, both of us turning our heads to face him.
“Okay, then! Go!”, he commanded, before reclining and closing his eyes. Icepick nodded at me, and we both lowered our heads, to hammock his shaft between our jaws, padded with our tongues. I made sure to follow her lead as she had the confidence of practice in her movements. Thankfully he didn’t see my muzzle wrinkle up and my eyes clenched shut as I tried to ignore the taste and texture of his… stallionhood. How hot it was, and how I could feel every detail of its uneven surface. A quick peek showed that now it was Icepick’s turn to enjoy, heck, savor this moment. Spindle, meanwhile, was none the wiser about this unspoken exchange and seemed to be having a great time. Meanwhile I noticed one of Icepick’s hooves slowly rising, to approach his ballsack.
“Mind if I play with your nuts a bit, master?”, she said half sarcastically.
He moaned something approximating a yes, and with that she began stroking his lower parts. With a subtle hoof on the back of my head she pushed me into his shaft again. “Suck him,” she whispered to me before ducking her head down to put her tongue on his sack. I had just gotten my mouth around his flare when he began bucking into my mouth. As I felt it invade my mouth over and over again, and begin twitching, he made it worse by putting a hoof on the back of my head. He kept my head still as his thrusts pushed into my throat.
Icepick was moving under me, out of the corner of my eye I could see her stroking his inner legs and nipping at his sack. The twitching was getting more rapid, the moaning louder. I was running out of air, the dick was choking me with his cock. With a last furious thrust he buried his shaft deep in my throat. The cum was a deluge of salty ick, as it passed directly into my esophagus. After he pulled his spurting thing out of my mouth, he began stroking my mane as he continued spurting over my face.
Icepick smirked at me as she came up from his wet testiceles. “Lick it off,” he said to Icepick. I smiled back as she licked up the vile excretions. “Right,” she said before tickling my face as she stickied my fur. I chuckled a little. After she had it all in her mouth I gave her curious look. She gave him a look with her mouth open, he nodded. Icepick sprang forward and pinned me under her as he watched with a glazed expression. Her mouth sprang open against mine and her tongue forced mine open, the slimey cargo fell into my mouth because gravity is never a friend. He gave a delighted giggle and rubbed his chin with his hoof. “Okay, I think I’m ready for some real action. So, I hear you’re a virgin?”, he asked me, eyebrows raised and obviously expecting a positive answer.
I looked over at Icepick, “Just tell him,” she said in an vexed tone. There was a moment before I spoke.
“Yes,” I pushed out of my mouth with effort. He smiled and pumped a hoof in the air. This buck wasn’t very mature, and my nethers seemed to dry at the thought of being penetrated by this buck.
“Okay, can you get on the end of the bed with your rears hanging off?” His voice was excited and altogether unarousing. I did as he asked letting my nethers hang off the bed, he asked me to flick my tail aside. The panties had more than enough moisture on them, he pulled them off of me with a his mouth, feeling me up as he did. His hooves weren’t ruff, and they were almost pleasant. Icepick then jumped up onto the bed beside me. She put her muzzle beside my ears before giving them a nip.
I yelped and he looked up, a little more aroused than before. I could feel his softened shaft rub against my rear as he worked it back up.
“That was for earlier, and now we’re even. The best part is, after this you’ll be less of a prize, and less afraid of dick. This is the best for you…”
I gulped, and Spindle grinned at me. Ugh, I’d even prefer to be taken by his father at this point, but I was here with him, right now. For what it’s worth, I had Icepick by my side for spiritual support. Speaking of which, she’d been sure to take up position where we could keep eye contact, as she did during my examination. I felt newfound confidence well up inside me. I braced myself for the inevitable penetration as he awkwardly climbed on me, shifting his weight around on me, sometimes almost painfully stepping somewhere on my back. Meanwhile Icepick seemed to stifle a grin at the painfully awkward sexual play of two obvious virgins as she encouraged me to bear with it with enthusiastic hoof gestures. Wonderful, my first time would be with some weedy stallion who didn’t know how to treat a mare right and wasn’t the least bit appealing. Then again, I guess it could be worse, it could be violent rape given the circumstances of life in the wastes. He just, without even doing much in the way of foreplay, stuck it in there unceremoniously. Even as he broke my hymen he made no attempt to slow down. My marehood tightened around him, previous arousal lost, my walls tried to push him out. That only made him thrust harder and moan louder.
I felt my eyes getting wet. Icepick bade me to look at her. “Most stallions are better, or get better.” She whispered to her before letting a sad smile cross her face. “I’ll take your word-ah-for it.” He kept banging his body against my rump. His thrusts were erratic. Rhythm or not, my nethers were warming up. It might have just been the friction, I could feel my lips engorging and my clit warming up. For better or for worse, at least he seemed to be nearing his climax. And sure enough, after another thirty or so thrusts, or twenty awkward seconds, he finished inside me. I felt it flush into me and eventually, leak out of me. A cursory glance at the sofa below me revealed a mix of blood and sexual fluids. I certainly felt sore enough to match. After a minute or so he pulled out of me and climbed onto the bed.
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We were lead to dressing room soon after, we undressed. After that we ended up back in our room, wondering if we couldn’t have bedded up with the stallion. He at least had a nice mattress. Icepick had already laid down. I decided with a little new found confidence… I settled into our previous sleeping position, earning a questioning glance with an arched eyebrow. She knew. That stare held on for another five very uncomfortable, silent seconds before I curled up like a foal and she just let out a long sigh. “Night Icepick,” I said in a thoroughly exhausted voice. My nethers still ached. “Night squirt,” She said in a casual voice. “You did pretty well, we’ll get through this one way or another.” As she said this, there was an uncharacteristic hope in her voice, tenderness as well. Whatever she would become for me, I was glad I found her.
What I wasn’t expecting was to be awoken by the feeling of a stallion’s weight pressing down on me. As well as two more of them on Icepick. We were fitted with collars, which Icepick was kind enough to inform me were in fact explosive collars, and marched out of our cell without a ghost of an explanation as to what was happening. Oh, and I forgot to mention the blindfolds. These undefined ponies lead us through the streets. I remember being lead underground, but if I slowed at all they kicked me. Icepick was in the same boat, I thought that I had felt terror before, but at least I in the past I had my senses. After a short while we were pushed to the ground, they removed the blindfold with telekinesis. They had taken us down somewhere. The number of soiled uncovered mattresses and crates just laying in every direction. Then one of them struck me on the rump with a rubber coated baton. “Time to break both of you in for reals.”, a voice I recognized as belonging to our cell Guard. Immediately, I felt them hoist me into an upright position. One of the slavers moved swiftly to get underneath my hind quarters. I didn’t really know how they wanted me, but I could tell that they wanted me. All around stallions had their things pointed at me and they were dripping fluid. When I made a gagging noise the closest one to my muzzle twitched. “Hey bring the bigun’ over!” And with that Icepick was beside me, and she was still standing up awkwardly. A stallion got under her barrel, and with that they pulled her down with her back against his stomach. It wouldn’t have been stable if the other stallions were holding onto her legs. The stallion under me grabbed my flanks and drug me down, I knew I had a second before- “Fuck!” I yelled as he speared my plot hole on his hard cock. There was no gentleness to his movements. Spindle was clumsy and uncaring for how I felt. This guy, was being rough and trying to hurt me. I felt tears welling up as I clenched my teeth hoping to tune out the pain. I was only dimly aware of my forelegs being pulled up and my fetlocks hooked around another penis, each. To the right of me, I could hear Icepick being fucked roughly. With a peek at her, I could see a stallion pumping into her pussy and another slamming into her ass from under her. Before I looked away I saw one of the stallions rubbing his cock on her hind hooves give me a gap tooth grin. I moaned in pain, he had broken something in my ass. He seemed to speed up as my hole oozed blood. The stallion to my right began bucking his hips against my hoof, the rough texture of it seemed to help him get off. I was overwhelmed by the pain. I just tried to hold on, hope they’d be done soon. I just tried to think of Velvet and prayed she’d managed to avoid these ponies. I didn’t really care if I could get her back as long as she avoided this celestia damned place.
I then felt cum hit my face, splurts of it, all over my face.
“That’s not good ‘nough.” The buck to my left, opened my mouth with his hooves before rearing up and stuffing my face. I immediately tried to gasp for breath and panicked, which only seemed to egg them on. The one in my ass, began to start bucking as fast as he could. It was like he was trying to bounce me on his dick.
Before I could finish that thought, he had filled my face full of cum. Soon after the one in my mouth fired. I couldn’t help it, I started to cry. The buck under me pushed me forward as the one in my mouth left. I fell onto my face as the two kept firing cum onto my abused body. Everything was sore, and with an ill-advised look behind me I saw the blood stained shaft of my rapist. I just lay there, exhausted and broken as even the stallions began pulling out. I took in a few breaths before I felt another one step over me, lower himself on top of me and push his tip against my folds. I didn’t even react outwardly as he pushed in and began pumping. I only turned my head to see how Icepick was holding up. She was taking it, but taking it better than I was. She too had some tears showing, but she seemed to be keeping herself together, even actively holding her pose as they kept pumping, kept dumping more of their seed into her holes. To the point of it oozing out steadily. My eyes fluttered shut, and when I opened them again, I was being carried through some hallway by a stallion. I was still very sore and the pain was still actively throbbing. Trying to look around, I spotted no trace of my friend and, well, this place was wholly unfamiliar to me. I just let them drag me lest they decided to get right back to violating me. No point fighting so many ponies at once. I closed my eyes and just listened to their hoofsteps. I heard them opening a door, and heaved a sigh before I felt myself getting tossed, presumably into that room.
I passed out. The pain was over for now.
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It’s Chitin All The Way Down…
They had dragged us out of our cell in the middle of the night, given us slave collars and other unspoken indications of leading us out of the building. Sure enough, they marched us outside and to a different part of their slaver town. My unicorn roomie looked just about terrified as they led us on to one house’s wine cellar. I could see where this was going, and hoped they’d at least go easy on her. No sooner than we’d reached the bottom of the stairs, we got to see the full setup. Yup, filthy mattresses and all sorts of bondage devices. In a quick motion one of the bucks got on his back, and with him and another stallion they laid me back down onto his barrel. I could feel his rock hard shaft under me. “Ya ready ta get canned?” He said rhetorically as three others all stiff as steel surrounded me.
“If you lost the accent and regrew some teeth you’d be almost attractive.” I said to him, completely aware of the consequences. They let us take in the sight for a moment before we were both violently forced to take it in the back door. The hot burrowing sensation of a hard buggering hit my brain just as the stallion at my cunt shoved himself in without any kind of warning. In another place, I might have been able to enjoy a gaggle of horny stallions… This wasn’t one of those times. Their wild thrusts pushed me deeper onto the other stallion, just as the other stallions got themselves situated. To my right, a large stallion placed his hooves on my head and my jaw, he turned my head sideways and thrust his cock against my lips. With a loud grunt of annoyance, he moved his hoof down to my throat before pulling it back and getting my on the neck. With a load moan of pain my mouth opened and he shoved himself in, all the way to my throat, before uttering a threat. Down south another stallion had grabbed one of my hinds and was stroking himself on it, his tongue hung out and his cock twitched. After another ten seconds he exploded all over my leg and my hoof. The fact that he dropped down to his legs and began licking his cum off my hoof drew my attention away from most of the sensations.
Pip in particular seemed worse for wear, having barely recovered from her time with Spindle. Looking at her face, she was trying to stay conscious, but failing. They were trying to be as forceful as they could, judging by their movements and the entire way they went about it. Still, this was the kind of treatment we had been told in training to expect in case of capture and I decided to suck it up and bear the whole ordeal. Yep, she was unconscious now, and the stallions hurriedly finished inside her before slapping her hard across the face and loading her on one guy’s back, who then took her out of the room.
As for me, they began getting impatient. They finished inside me, on me and elsewhere, and pulled out, leaving me a sticky mess covered in and filled with their fluids. Their cum ended up coating a large part of me. I just stared blankly ahead, these were criminals and deviants, and by the codex they would pay. Apparently, they didn’t like my blank expression. Started beating me with their rubber baton, punching, biting. Yelling right in my face. I did my best to just stay sullen, only giving them a questioning look in return. I’d probably regret this later but unlike Pip I wanted to show them I was strong. The beating got worse. They began grabbing me, shoving me over, and dragged me across the room. Beat me with chairs, anything they could get a hold of nearby. They seemed to eventually run out of steam, and instead opted to put a bag over my head before starting to plough me once again. They were noticeably impatient. I felt them beating my chest, kicking me in the gut, now screaming at me. This went on until they simply dragged me out of the room, and hauled me all the way back to our cell. Whatever these assholes were, they weren’t very patient, they could hit, but they couldn’t keep hitting. That was their problem. And as I made my way back into my cells, with a warm ball of spit streaking my coat as a parting gift from the stallion that ‘normally’ let us out. I couldn’t help but worry for Littlepip, she still wasn’t back. I knew in that moment as I crawled up on the musty pile of hay that I had to make it out, and I needed to get her out. Whatever she was she didn’t deserve this.
I awoke with a start, I felt a weight pressing me into the concrete under me. And after another second of consciousness I felt a squishy member still lodged inside my sore hole. I wanted to cry and as I pushed upward, trying to lift the sleeping male off of myself, he began to engorge. He was asleep, but he was still trying to fuck me. With gritted teeth I let myself fall to the floor once again. The idea was for his dick to stop getting hard, but it was a vain hope. He didn’t seem to tire either. Sloppy and uncoordinated as his movements were, they still had a vigor to them, almost freakishly uncharacteristic of his state. Goddesses, why was I here? How did this become my life? I absolutely loathed this and I needed out. And I wanted to get Icepick out of this too. If only to give her reason to let me keep my pipbuck, maybe even help me find Velvet. The feeling of his hard shaft digging into my walls, and the runny semen helping him jerkily thrust into me easily. When I turned my head to look at him, his head was just lying on my neck. He was asleep, the fucker was fucking me in his sleep. I just waited for the inevitable, thinking weird thoughts, thoughts that amounted to this: this didn’t feel bad, if a nice stallion had gotten me a little tipsy and had a hair of gentleness, then maybe…
I had to leave this place, it wasn’t good for me.
There it was, that familiar twitch and spreading warmth inside me. Just about as unceremonious as it could get. Fuck this. I tried to get on my hooves, pressing against the ground, pushing against him with my magic. I’d managed to pry him halfway off me when he seemed to get the hint and rolled over in his sleep, muttering “frigid bitch” as he did. Fuck you too, bud. I got up, and checked out my surroundings. Several shelves and drawers of clothing. I checked some of the lower drawers. Ooh, cheap ear rings in this one! If I could just check the back of it… And there I saw it, a box of bobby pins! I checked to see if he was watching me- nope, he was still being a sleepy jackass - then opened the box. Only one bobby pin left in there, but that was what I needed. One puzzle piece to freedom. I carefully pinned it to some hairs in the middle of my tail, then made sure to put everything back the way I’d found it. I figured there would be some more time before our time in here was up, so I opted to plop down next to him, drape his foreleg over my shoulder and wait.
Sure enough, I heard noisy dragging hoof falls outside the door before one of the guards loudly rapped against it, yelling that his time was up and he was expected to gather his things at the locker and come back another time. He got up rather groggily, mumbling that I was the laziest whore he’d ever had, as if I wasn’t lying right next to him, and gave me a gruff “not even gonna git up when your owners’re bitching at us?”, to which I just shrugged and slowly got to my hooves. We shuffled over to the door, and he knocked on it twice, prompting the guards to let him out first, before two of them entered, attached a rope to my collar and led me out by it. Standard procedure, it seemed, by their utterly monotonous movements. I could fully get how everyone involved in this would die on the inside over time. What an awful place. Once I get Velvet back to the stable, I might as well find some other ponies with an ounce of righteousness and level this Luna-forsaken, wretched hovel.
After just walking there without a word spoken or anything meaningful happening on the way, I recognized the delightful little pattern of stains on the outside of our cell door. Home, sweet shithole. At least Icepick seemed to be there, waiting for me. Judging by the look on her face as our eyes met, I felt she wanted to talk about what happened. I waited for my escorts to unfasten the rope and wander out of earshot after they locked the door before I simply walked over to the hay stack and dropped down on it, facing her as I just lay there. I moved really close to her face, like really close. She didn’t mind, in fact she looked like she had something right on the tip of her tongue. “We gotta get the fuck outta here!” The two of us whispered to each other simultaneously.
There were a few seconds of dead silence on both ends. I was the first to speak after that.
“We’re not waiting to get rescued,” I said in my loudest whisper. She looked me in the eyes and I guess that she saw some of my resolve. It was borne of pain and annoyance, but hey, I’ll take what I could get.
“So, you have a plan, or any figments of one?” She asked after a few seconds, having moved close to me. Her barrel was flanking mine, and in a move I didn’t expect she moved laid her large blonde tail on top of mine. Her muzzle was nearly pressed against my ear. This felt sexual, my body kept yelling that at me. I suppressed it, kind of.
“Well, I have a bobby pin. And I’m decent at lock picking.” I said simply, turning my head to speak into her large grey ear, somehow the little bit of pink on the inside reminded me of the other place she had a pink interior hidden by folded skin. Shit, I thought, I was starting to leak from my behind. All of that fucking cum was just leaking out of my slit, and judging from the smell of the room, it wasn’t a problem that I had alone…
“So, if we can get you a screwdriver or something we can leave the room. What happens after that, we don’t have a schedule for the guard changes or a way to get any equipment or supplies out with us. Without supplies even if we escape, we’re still fucked, the first band of raiders will fuck us worse than these ponies do.” Icepick said this with an air of criticality. She moved her muzzle from my ear to my face, her neck stretching before I flipped over on my flank to make the communication easier. “But, now we’re halfway to getting out the door; I think that’s progress.” Her voice shifted to something close to tiredness. Before she looked down at her own barrel, and in the process saw the top of my sore slit. I blushed, even as she let herself lay on her flank just as I had. I had no problem seeing her bruised slit, just as cum filled as mine, her entire body had a lot of soaked in cum on it. Just like me. And with that a lewd thought or a lewd plan came to me, it was so dirty that it made me wink.
The little splash of cum that exited my vagina was enough to get her attention, with a smirk she looked at me. “Whaddya excited about Pip?” She asked before laying a forehoof on my shoulder and trailing in down to my stomach. I shuddered as she lifted it off again, then stammered, “Oh, I was just thinking, they really got us all messy this time. Like-”, her muzzle twitched and she just stared at me as if telling me to go on, “- like our coats are all messy. Our muzzles, our, uhh, nethers?” I practically squeaked that last part and she seemed to almost crack a grin at that. “You know, really dirty and it just feels so very icky back there and-”
She lightly shoved a hoof against my lips. “Yeah yeah yeah. Let’s go clean up back there.” I then looked at her, “yeah! But! I was thinking uh, we could, I mean, clean each other! Cuz it’s so hard to see back there and we don’t have a mirror! Yes!”
Okay that was definitely an eye roll. What an eye roll.
“Squirt…”
“Y-yes?”
“Were you this desperate in the stable?”
That caught me completely off-guard.
“P-probably, but I didn’t have to share a room with r-really sexy mare that constantly smelled like s-sex.” I stuttered out.
Icepick gave me a look of compassion, before picking herself up. She scooted over to me, before moving her muzzle down to m-
“You had a little something there squirt,” she said with a laugh. Her tongue had bypassed my mouth and had licked up a bit of dried cum that had stuck to my chin. And with that she started from my head down to my belly, licking up all the stuck on stickiness. It felt good as her body moved over mine and she held me with her hooves as she drug her tongue across my body. She didn’t talk as she did it. All the while my nethers were starting to fill up, they wanted some action, they really did. Then, right as I was starting to get into it, she abruptly stopped with an unusually cheerful “Done! Your turn!”, and turned around to face away from me.
Fair enough! I could deal with the awful taste of old cum if it meant getting a chance to clean her up. I just closed my eyes and started out with her muzzle. She seemed to move rather monotonously, angling herself, letting me reach tricky spots, but not really openly enjoying this. When I made my way down one of her legs, getting a spot of thick cum every few seconds I was surprised to see a large shot of it glued to the end of her hoof. I lifted it up to my eyes and the dull light of a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. My mouth already tasted like filth so what was the harm…
She moaned as my tongue prodded at her frog, she looked at me with a guilty expression. And she moaned again as I used my tongue to remove the filth. I had found a chink in her armour. I couldn’t help but notice she was acting more natural around me. Not only did she seem less irritated, but also she was far more relaxed at my presence, and hardly even bristled at my touch anymore. I kept going. I was enjoying this, even if it was the aftermath of the worst hours of my life. At some point she had laid on her back and spread her legs out, her eyes were closed and all that came out of her mouth was the sound of breathing. I wanted to push this, I really did, but I really didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. Her head was propped up by the pile of hay. I pulled my head away from her stomach, I had been getting lower and lower as I cleaned her.
“D-do you want me to keep going?” I asked her softly. I was standing over her now, my body laying between her spread hinds. My chest was lightly pressed to her pussy. That made got me a bit excited. Even if my cunt still ached.
“Squirt… just go ahead, don’t tiptoe up to it like an awkward teenage colt. And I think we both can make this an okay-ish evening to an awful day, huh?”, she replied with the faintest smirk on her muzzle. This was accompanied with a light tap to my head with a hoof.
I shifted myself back down to her folds. She was a large mare for me and her mare bits were no exception. I poked her folds with my muzzle first, then gave it a tentative lick.
“C’mon, for someone who has the plumbing downstairs, you’re clumsier than a stallion!,” I heard her huff.
“W-well, you heard me with that pervert doc! This is the first time I-”, my voice caught in my throat, and I thought of that disgusting weaselly shithead who’d had his fun with me on his dad’s buck. “... my first time with a mare.”, I lamely finished, swallowing the lump in my throat.
I felt her hoof against my head again, but this time she was gently lifting my chin.
“Don’t worry about it, was just having a little chuckle there. You need this, we both need some stress relief. And we can count on each other, huh?”
“So, you’re going to-” I started asking, before she gently pushed my head back into her. I could taste the mix of her natural mareness and the vile cum still leaking out of her vag. Still, I was excited, I was eating a mare out! And she was hot! I let my mind think about what spots I liked to hoof when I had my ‘alone’ time. She lost a lot of her tension after my first taste. Her hoof lowered down and fell to the side of my head where she started stroking my mane and ears. As much as I wanted to dive into the beautiful mare’s nethers, I remembered the first step to my own little ritual. I decided that I would start by licking up and down her folds, gently, while giving her cunny a deeper tonguing every couple times I went up the sides. The first couple times I did this, I heard little sounds of enjoyment coming from her. I knew that a few minutes of this would be nice for her. Help get the ball rolling. I felt her legs quivering and rubbing against my cheeks
When I finally gave her clit a nice long lick she moaned and pressed her hoof to my head. Her face was goofy looking, all blissed out, with her other foreleg pressed over her muzzle. I had started feeling pretty warm back there since she first licked licked me, but… after a second or two of me stopping she glanced down at me with the neediest look I had ever seen on her. After that my own cunny started dripping down the back of my legs, just another smell in a room that was starting to smell like a brothel. Oh wait-
The slavers outside, if there were any could’ve heard the laugh I made before going back down on her. I tried to stay away from her clit for the most part, only giving it a hint of attention. Her moans were getting louder and louder, and she pressing me into her harder by the lick. “C-c’mon,” she said to me as I licked her outer folds for the hundredth time. “I-I’ll g-get you back!?” Icepick yelled at me just as I brought my lips right up towards her clit. When my lips made contact with her winking clit she used both of her hooves to hold me there, with just the tip of my muzzle above her pussy. All I could breath in was her musk. The sounds and the taste was overpowering, I started to rub my own pussy as she seemed to shiver with every lick. Icepick didn’t seem to notice, her eyes were shut and she was trying to keep her moans in check. She was close. I wondered if I could tease her more, but I didn’t think it would end well. Icepick had started arching her back and bucking her hips against me, her hooves were pulling hard on my mane. It was getting hard to breath, I was drowning in the best way possible. Without thinking about it, I remembered one of the things those stallions did in the magazines. I pushed myself up from her cunt just as I filled it with my magic and brought the foreleg that I had been rubbing myself with right up to her cunny, and began to rub it roughly. Her eyes widened like a she had just taken a hit of dash. I think I winked at her just before I took her right nipple into my mouth and gave it a suck. As soon as I did that her control failed and she locked up, all of her muscles tensing up and a moan echoed off the walls as she came. My other hoof kept up the pressure as she rode it out. “Oh-fuck,” she said as her entire body relaxed. I watched with an open mouth as her body slid down the wall, her head resting on the slightly higher spot on the hay that we used as a pillow. She was smiling, it was lopsided, and one of her cheeks were bruised from the night before… but she was a pretty mare. A pretty mare I had just gotten off. My body seemed to lift up on it’s own. I got to my hooves and ambled over her chest before gently resting my chest on hers. Icepick seemed to be almost out of it, all she did was cast me a warm look and rest a hoof on my back-before sliding it back toward my rump. I yelped as I felt it run over my cutie mark. This was so nice. Icepick was so warm, and I swear that I could feel her heart beating against my chest. It was running fast. Then again, mine was too. Her other foreleg draped itself over my back as her other hoof caressed down my rump as started down my inner thigh. My breath hitched as I just took in the feelings. She smirked at me, and I couldn’t keep myself from pressing my lips against hers.
“Mmmh,” Icepick tried to speak as I pressed my tongue against her lips. I felt her hold onto me more tightly, and give my slit a long stroke. I moaned against her lips as she ground her hoof into my pussy. The moment my mouth opened she pushed her tongue inside, and began running her foreleg over my mane. She didn’t just try to hold my tongue in place like the last time I kissed her. No, our tongues were meeting and dancing, but other than my tongue I could barely hold myself up. Last night had taken its toll, and after that burst of horny energy I was feeling myself tire out. I didn’t mind though, just letting watching her watch me, eyes that reminded me of an ocean. An ocean that I had never seen, and would probably never see-
It didn’t matter, I thought to myself as I threw myself into the kiss once again. Our coats rubbing against each other as I tried to make this moment last as long as I could. I held on till my lungs started burning. When I pulled away Icepick licked her lips at me as felt my nethers wink out to meet her hoof. She was working me like a sculptor chips at marble.
“You know, I’ve only done this once before,” Icepick said as she squeezed my rump and bumped her thigh against my slit. She kept up her rubbing with her leg, which was getting wetter by the second. Icepick took the chance to bury her muzzle in the crook of my neck, before nipping the skin between her teeth. When I yelped, she met my eyes and gave a kiss to that spot. “With a good friend of mine,” Icepick pulled me forward and pressed her muzzle against my ear. “You’re better than her at tongue work-,” she whispered and gave the outside of my ear a lick. I moaned and felt my clit wink out into her thigh.
“I’m close,” I half whispered, half grunted to her.
“And I’m a god of sex,” she said back to me before gently flipping me onto my back. I yelped as she slid her body down mine, feeling this big mare on top of me, knowing that if she wanted to hold me down- “Oooh-,” I let out as she took a nipple into her mouth and ground it between her teeth before blowing air cooly against it. My hips tried to push her up, all they did was grind against her and leave with less air than I had before. She smiled at me for the fiftieth time that night, eyes half lidded as her own afterglow drove her forward… downwards…
That was the last thought I had as she buried her muzzle into my slit and pushed her tongue deep inside me. And with one hot flick of my clit against her warm face, I finished and my eyes rolled back into my skull as I felt warmth flowing through me. I moaned loudly enough for Icepick to turn her ears away. Some far away part of recognized the wetness that had flowed out of me and onto Icepick, making her fur just a bit darker as she lightly licked my slit. As I felt my body come down, I heard my own panting and a wave of exhaustion hit me… I wanted to go again-
“You weren’t kidding,” Icepick said to me as she pulled herself up, and laid beside me, still milking my sex with slow hoof strokes.
“Y-you weren’t kidding either,” I said as I caught my breath. Her eyes widened and her hoof strokes got just a bit more rough.
“Pip, you wanna go again?” Icepick asked me as her breath caught, my own hoof had drifted over to her glistening slit.
“If I’ve learned anything in the last few days, it’s that don’t like to be teased,” I chewed my lip and groaned as I shot a look at her hoof and fresh coating of mare on it.
