Dirt On the Posey
Posey Bloom was dragged into a torture chamber by an evil stallion minion of Queen Opaline, the alicorn who wanted to drain all magic in Equestria for herself. She’d already done it with Posey herself and deprived her of the magic that she’d come to love having. Now Posey was unable to grow plants and she felt severely weakened as well. Her attempts to escape the stallion that planned to torture her in ways he had not yet revealed were proving futile.
But she had to try, fear was filling her to the brim, she gave a muffled scream through the stallion’s hoof which had gone over her mouth after being annoyed by her begging and screaming. She was brought into the room which was empty aside from walls bearing chains for the prisoners like herself. She was thrown over to them, hitting the wall and letting off a pained grunt. She didn’t have time to recover before the stallion, Dirty Fighter she thought his name was, chained her up by the neck, the chains rattled as she managed to sit up and face her soon to be torturer. He was a light brown Earth Pony with the cutie mark of a dagger sticking in the ground.
“Please,” she begged to him.
He smiled, “You really think that will work on me?”
She didn’t know, but she had to try.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked. “Opaline is evil!”
He only laughed at that. “You think she’s evil? You don’t know REAL evil! I make her look NICE. You see, I like to cause PAIN.”
And he hit her, causing her to yelp as the force to her cheek caused her head to swerve to one side. She could feel the sting that would likely form into a bruise soon enough. Posey sobbed, a set of tears starting to form in her eyes.
He grinned down at her. “That hurt? Good!”
Posey cringed at the words, how could somepony be so cruel? Though as she looked at him, she couldn’t help but reminded of herself to a degree. She’d not been very kind towards other ponykind months ago. But she’d never actually hit anypony, though she might have been tempted at times with Izzy. She’d at least managed to restrain herself. This pony had no restraints at all though and thoroughly enjoyed it.
She just finished her line of thought when he struck again, hitting her in the side and knocking her all the way off her hooves. She skidded only a couple feet across the floor to the wall, her chains rattling. Dirty Fighter bore down on her, grinning sadistically. Did she now believe he was more wicked than his mistress Opaline? Yes, she did. Opaline might have been the greater threat as a whole, but from what Posey had seen of the evil queen during her brief period in the throne room, she’d cared about her son who’d apparently been captured.
Dirty Fighter hit her again as she lay helpless on the floor of the torture chamber.
“Aah!” she cried in pain.
He hit her again, and again. She’d always seemed to be a sort of punching bag in Maretime Bay with all the things that happened to her, but now that was being taken to a whole new, literal level.
Dirty smirked down at her.
“Please… stop,” she begged as she looked up at him, the bruise from his first punch now fully visible and others forming on her yellow coat.
She didn’t expect her begging to sway him, but it was the only thing she could do now. Her magic had been stolen by Opaline and her body was too weak to fight.
“My dear, we are just getting started,” Dirty Fighter told her bringing a hoof to her face.
She flinched but was surprised when he touched her rather gently, running the hoof over her bruise.
“I can make things less painful for you, if you do as I say,” he said.
“Anything!” Posey said, feeling a spark of hope emerge out of her situation.
She just hoped he wasn’t going to ask her to really join Opaline. She had tried to trick the evil queen when she first arrived. But Opaline could easily brainwash her and the others that had been captured like her friends Dahlia and Windy, as well as the three little fillies that were known as the main trio of Pipsqueaks in Maretime Bay. Posey hoped that Sunny and her friends would rescue her and the others.
Dirty smiled and brought his face down to hers, touched their lips together. She was surprised, her eyes widened and disgust filled her at the unwanted contact. Posey pulled away.
“Eh! You didn’t say kiss you!” she said with a defiant and disgusted glare.
“I shouldn’t have to!” he said before striking her, earning another painted grunt.
"You said just do what you said!" Posey objected.
Another strike.
"Ah!" Posey yelped before screaming out of her frustration. "Why does this always happen to me?! What did I ever do to become the punching bag of this Generation's Equestria?!"
"It seems you were just born to do that my dear," Dirty Fighter said. "Well, we're gonna have a lot of fun. Or least I am as I break you."
Posey cringed in fear.
"Please! I'll do what you say, or want me to do!"
If she had her magic and strength, she'd be fighting this asshole with all the rage she'd held back against Izzy. But for now she'd have to cooperate and hope for the best. That was all she could do.
Dirty just grinned again and it terrified the Karen pony.
"I want you to scream and cry!" he said.
She recoiled at these words, closing her eyes and falling on her stomach, expecting another blow. But instead, the sound of hoofsteps fell and walked away for a moment. She dared to peek and soon he returned holding a… whip!
She shuddered at the sight, knowing what he intended to do based on his earlier beating. He raised the weapon, she panicked and got to her hooves, trying to run away and escape. But the chain kept her in place. He walked back behind her and raised the whip again and struck.
A painful lash hit her on the back and she screamed, but through the pain she realized that he’d come into her range. Even with her depleted strength, she had a chance! Her pain turned to anger, and all the memories of her being the victim of fate such as Izzy throwing a smoothie in her face twice, falling into a hole in the earth when she’d nearly destroyed the magic of Equestria (she knew that was her own fault of course), how Izzy walked out on her tour of the art gallery (though Posey later felt proud to know she’d inspired the artistic unicorn), Izzy eating her flowers that had been turned into spaghetti by Sparky. Boy that Unicorn sure got on her nerves, but Posey had even more reason to hate Dirty since he was intentionally causing her pain.
She let out a primal scream and worked through the pain to turn around and charge at her abuser. Posey saw for an instant that there was a look of fear on his face, and that gave her a brief moment of satisfaction. But he struck with the whip again and hit her, across the face. Her beautiful face! She could feel the mark and blood begin to leak out. It hurt, but she didn’t stop, charging was her only chance. But he stepped back just out of range and hit her again, and again. The pain became too much after the third strike, her rage vanishing nearly as quickly as it came. Posey sobbed, unable to hold back her tears now from the pain.
But Dirty wasn’t done with her yet. Her struck at her right forleg, and she went down as the rest of her legs were now became unable to support her. A final lashing was made on her side as she lay there helpless.
“Ah!” she screamed, bloody lashes all over her body.
Through her suffering, she heard Dirty chuckle.
“That should do,” he said.
Was it over? Thank the ancient rulers.
But to her dismay she heard him approaching.
Please be done! She thought. Please just leave me alone! And my friends too! And especially those little fillies!
She thought of the ponies that had been captured with her, her best friend Windy, and Dahlia as well as Seashell, Glory and Peach Fizz. Then the hoof steps stopped.
Posey opened her eyes and looked up at him. She saw the terrifying gleam in his green eyes, those eyes full of lust and evil. They were more terrifying than even Opaline with her horn and wings.
“Please, just let me go!” she begged with fresh tears. “You’ve had your fun!”
Dirty just chuckled. “We’re almost done dear. Here’s the best part.”
Best for him maybe, worst for her. She could tell right away.
He rolled her over onto her back and- Posey’s eyes shot wide open as she looked at his cock lining up against her entrance.
“No!”
He was going to rape her!
“No! No! Anything but that!” she screamed. “Please, I’m a virgin!”
“Saving it for your special stallion, are you?” Dirty asked. “Well too bad… for you. Great for me. It means you’ll suffer even more!”
She flinched again in fear. There was no mercy in this stallion, not even a speck of kindness, just pure sadism. Through her fear though, she felt new anger boil up to the surface.
“You DIRTY EVIL STALLION!” she roared. “Sheriff Hitch or somepony else will make you pay for this!”
“Ooh, feisty, aren’t you?” Dirty asked. “What’s your name?”
“Posey!” she said through gritted teeth.
“Well Posey, let’s see how feisty you are after this!”
Her anger keeping the fear at bay faded once again and she cringed, returning to her begging. “No please! Ahh!”
She let off another soft scream as he forcibly entered her, his tip impaling and destroying her hymen which would no doubt be bleeding. He held onto her legs to keep her from kicking him and rammed roughly into her, she screamed with every thrust as he did so. He drew out to the tip of his cock and then went back in. Posey’s sobbing soon grew uncontrollable as she accepted her fate. He continued to hammer away at her, her spirit broken just as much as her hymen. She could feel the blood starting to trickle down her newly deflowered vagina. She’d never imagined this happening to her, even with all the bad luck that followed her ever since magic returned. Why was this always her lot? She seemed made to suffer, a poor flower that got trampled at every opportunity.
She cried as she was painfully fucked. She just wanted to be back home, with her garden, or in her comfortable job at the art museum, even hanging out with Izzy and suffering something she unintentionally did to offend her would be better than this! Pain filled not only her cunt but her back, face and one of her legs too.
“Feeling good Posey?” Dirty asked as he planted an unwanted kiss on her lips. “I am!”
Posey didn’t respond, merely shaking her head frantically.
“Too bad!” he said. “Well maybe you’ll like it if I give you a little parting gift, unless I get to keep you!”
A new fear rose in Posey as she thought of what he might mean.
“I’m close, I think. You know you should be honored! You’re the first mare I’ve had in about seven hundred years!”
Posey silently wished he’d died in that time he’d been trapped in time with the rest of Opaline’s army. But she dreaded what he meant with his first sentence. He was about to-
Just as she was about to finish that thought he let out his load into her. White cum filled her and painted her insides, Posey froze. She clenched her teeth, letting out a loud sob.
Please don’t get pregnant! Please don’t get pregnant! She told herself. Even your luck can’t be that bad, right?
Of course it could, but if there was any sort of mercy she received today, she hoped for that not to happen at least.
Dirty let out a pant of satisfaction and pulled out of her. “That was fun.”
Posey didn’t agree naturally.
“I think we’re done here,” Dirty told her.
She just lay there, frozen, trauma filled her head and his evil seed filled her womb, leaking out of her onto the floor. Posey only hoped that she would not be carrying his foal. She hardly registered him unchain her and look down at her.
“Hmm, actually I should try my new Earth Pony plant magic on you,” Dirty said. “Maybe give you a new flower for your cunt since I just took yours.”
The mare just managed to look up at him in renewed horror. He put his hoof down on the ground and caused a flower to sprout right in front of her clit with Dahlia’s stolen magic. Dirty Fighter concentrated his new magic on the flower and it moved to his command, swaying back and forth like a snake. He took a moment to get used to it, he then willed it to go right into her bloody and cum soaked hole. Posey gasped as she felt the flower head enter her.
“There you go, a new flower so you can save face!” he mocked her before putting more magic into his hooves.
Vines sprouted and wrapped themselves around Posey’s legs. She had no resolve left to fight as she was lifted into the air like a puppet being held by strings.
“What’s the matter, pretty little Posey?” Dirty asked. “Lost your feistiness? Too bad. I was expecting more. Ah well.”
The vines stretched out Posey’s legs, the flower had grown bigger and was still deep inside her, she felts its bud hitting against her cervix. She panted loudly as she felt it squirming inside her, her face bright red. She didn’t notice another set of vines grow behind her and then felt them hit her on the back like before.
“Ah!” she made another pained cry.
Dirty grinned. “This will add my torture tools.”
He then had his vines throw her down onto the floor roughly. Posey was nearly knocked out and lay still, barely hearing him approach her again. She vaguely felt herself being picked up by the vines once more and then landed on something. It took her a moment to realize it was a pony’s back.
She was carried off to who knew where. She eventually managed to open her eyes and saw cells around her filled with captured ponies. Then Dirty stopped in front of one of them.
“Back of the cell!” he said.
The ponies inside, Windy and Dahlia, obliged. Dirty then opened the cell and took Posey off his back and threw her roughly in. Another fresh dose of pain entered her but she had no more room for a scream.
“Posey!” Windy cried out in concern as she saw the lashings all over the Earth Ponies body. “Oh, what did he do to you!?”
The yellow mare only winced in response.
“Well, lucky for you this one satisfied me,” Dirty spoke from behind her. “I’ll leave her in your hooves, puny mares.”
And he shut the door to their cell. If Posey never saw him again it would be too soon. But at the same time, she wished she could have justice for this horrible treatment someday… also hoping that she would not be having a little one from this.
All she had right now was hope that Sheriff Hitch or somepony else would make that evil stallion pay.
And Windy as well.
“Oh Posey, we’re here,” the red pegasus said as she cradled her friend in her hooves.
“Here,” Dahlia said as she got a glass of water and gently poured it down Posey’s throat.
The Earth Pony took a breath, not knowing what would happen now. She could only hope rescue would come for her and the others.