Snuggly Pony Fun Time

I wake up, discovering I have a metal collar on with a chain holding it, and by default myself, in place. I find my legs too are chained to the ground and my silvery wings are duct taped tightly to my sides. Still groggy from having just woken up I look around. It doesn’t dawn on me for a few seconds where I am but then, as I realize how tightly bound my body is, I start to struggle. This time I look around, more alert, trying to figure out where the hell I am. A laughing voice fills my ears and I swivel my eyes and ears to that sound.

“Good morning my dear! It sure took you long enough to wake up! Sleep well, you sexy little filly?”

My eyes lock on a red unicorn stallion, “Who the buck are you,” I spit.

I miss him by an inch as he jumps back. Unfortunate.

“I’m the pony who kidnapped you! You little oversized chicken, I thought you pegasi were supposed to be tough?”

Thinking of my wings I try to see if I can weasel any of my feathers out of their binding but it only hurts trying to move them against the sticky, tough tape.

“ Why’d you kidnap me?”

He chuckles,  “Because for a useless feathered fucker, you’re kinda hot. Which will make torturing you to death more fun!”

“Fuck you!”

I struggle as much as I can now against the chains, enraged. I don’t care as they tear a little at my fur and skin, even as a single solitary feather rips from my flesh.

“My, my! A feisty little birdy aren’t ya?” The stallion laughs, “Keep on struggling, it’s truly fun to watch a pegasus struggle. You lesser ponies really don’t have any brains, huh?”

I stop my struggles and glare at him. The only reason I stopped though was just to spite this fucker. As soon as I can I am going to get out of here and if that means somepony gets injured... it won’t be me, I promise myself that,  “Go fuck yourself with your own horn.”

“Such big words for a member of the inferior race!” Laughing hard he points a hoof at me, “You winged horsies are funny, you know that?”

“Funny how.” If I had one wish right now, it’d be that the phrase glaring daggers was literal.

“Just funny how useless you guys are” Once more his laughter grates upon my ears.

“Quit your laughing!” I shout at him, “Why don’t you just fuck off?"

“I will, after I do Equestria a favor and get rid of another one of you flying sacks of shit!” I watch as he picks up a needle,  “Tell me, you’re a pegasus, you probably know a tad about drugs. Probably sucked off a zigger in a back alleyway for some a few times.  Do you know what this is?”

“A needle?” I say this sarcastically, but try to move away. No avail.

“Yes, but what’s in the needle you useless pegasus?”

“Liquid. Drugs. I don’t know.”

“I knew a pegasus was too stupid to guess correctly.”

An aura of magic covers the needle and before I knew it the needle is hurling its way at me. It strikes me in the neck, painfully. I wince. I’m more worried about the trickle I can feel going into my bloodstream. I have no fucking idea what might be in that needle but with the amount of sanity this unicorn has already displayed I can’t imagine the contents are anything for my enjoyment.

He just stands there and laughs at me,  “Feel any different little whore?”

“I’m not a whore” I’m waiting to realize what was in that needle, what dastardly effects it will bring, “What is this stuff?”

“It’s a truth serum. In a few minutes you will have to answer every question I ask,  correctly I might add.”

“A truth serum, why?” I thought it would be something painful or maybe a disease, I wasn’t expecting this.

He chuckles like a mad colt, “You know all those painful memories you kept hidden away? All your secrets? You will be forced to relive...every...single...one...”

I raise an eye at this, this pony is crazy, “Look, dude, why don’t you just let me go?”

“Because...I don’t want to.....Now let’s start with the questions... Let’s see here...Oh, and you should be completely conscious. You just can’t control your answers...” A chuckle, “Let’s start with something simple...How’s your sex life?”

“Lately?” I don’t feel like answering this to a stranger but I can’t help it as the drug marches through my system, “Slow I guess, just got dumped...”

“Ok then...City of residence?”

"Cloudsdale” I answer this safely and quickly.

“Good...so then let’s get a little more intimate now that we know this works...shall we? Hmmmm...What are your...fetishes...sexually?” He’s grinning smugly at the weight of this question.

I bite my lip, I haven’t told anypony this before, not even my closest friends. “…I- I like pain...and being bound.” This feels especially weird saying this while bound. And not really in a good way.

His voice has that laughing quality to it when he responds, “You’ll love it here then.... So then....ever... He pauses for a moment, ever been raped?”

I shudder as I remember when it happened, “When I was little, I didn’t like it. I try to forget it.”

“Tell me about it...”

“I didn’t know the stallion, never actually saw what he looked like, he seemed big to me but I was so small back then. He snatched me after school one day. My parents later said I was missing for three days.”

“What did he do to you?”

“He shoved his cock into all my holes, my mouth, my pussy and my ass hole. It hurt a lot and my ass actually tore. I had to get stitches and he... he had a dog that did all the same to me.”

He bursts out laughing before he starts talking again, “So then next question... Your parents address...then your friends...Here’s a pen and paper,” He magics over a pen and paper, “Write them down…I want to play with them too.”

I grasp the pen in my mouth and despite desperately not wanting to I find myself scribbling addresses. But then I do something. Just as I’ve finished writing I stab the paper with the pen.

He simply uses his magic to fix the giant tear I made. “Feel good to fail? Now because of you, your friends and family are going to die, after being raped. Now next question...Ever do drugs?”

“No.” I scowl at this question and don’t even feel I need the truth serum to answer it.

“Ever been...Taken advantage of? Not like full on rape...but ever been at a party, had too many drinks....and did something- somepony you regretted?” Again that evil grin, “Oh, this is good!”

“No, I’m basically the only one of my friends that drinks and I have the best tolerance for it.”

“Hmmmm....How often do you clop?”

I say this nervously, “Frequently.”

“How many one night stands have you had?”

“I -I don’t know. Um, maybe three? I can’t remember them, not their faces at all.”

“Ok then... Ever...Ever had to do...”Things” for somepony, so you could survive? You couldn’t pay the rent, owed somepony money? Etc?”

“In high school… I owed a colt, he told me to meet him in the bathroom, said I could just suck him off. I didn’t want to do it but I went. He brought his friends, locked the door. I had to service them all and then they left me in one of the stalls...” I shudder at the memory.

Like the maniac he is, he laughs. “That’s good! We’re getting somewhere! We have time or a few more questions before the serum wears off. So then..... Hmmmmm......What...... Have you ever..... ever video taped a sexual encounter you had?”

“I didn’t do it, somepony else was filming. I didn’t realize it at the time though. I went over there though and burned the footage. I wouldn’t like to think what he planned on doing with it.”

“So...We’ve already gotten that you’re a whore...”

“I’m not a whore!” I shout this, I feel it’s the truth too.

“But…you just admitted to sucking off a group of colts so you didn’t have to pay them...That’s a whore, darling…”

I whimper, unsure now of what might be the truth, “I didn’t want to though...”

“Do you think whores want to too? No, they do it for money! Like you did! YOU...ARE...A...WHORE!”

The unsureness turns to anger in my heart and I try to kick out at him, “I’m not a whore, I had no other choice, they didn’t give me an option.”

“If you paid them beforehoof it wouldn’t have happened...Tell me...what did you end up spending the money on anyway?”

“Lunch, a dandelion sandwich...footlong…”

“So then...You sold your body for a sandwich...You’re not a whore... you’re a cheap whore. Admit it. Your body is worth the same amount as a sandwich. Five bits. You’re a five bit whore.

I bite my tongue and try not to answer. I beat those cocky colts up over it and having been running from the memory since.

“Ahhhhh! That look! You’re hiding something...There was another time wasn’t there?” He pulls up a chair and cracks a beer with a twist of his magic, “This is goood! What was it this time? Rent? A school grade? Beer money?

“When does this shit wear off, are you going to share that” I gestured to that beer. These memories are often why I drink after all.

“Maybe with dinner. Now...Let’s keep going... What was the second time you sold yourself for something? Rent? Collage grade? Bar tab?”

“It was just a grade. The old geezer hadn’t gotten some in years and threatened to kick me out of the school otherwise, with no refund either. I wasn’t even failing at the time.”

“Fun!” He downs the beer in a quick swig and I realize I can start to feel the serum wearing off, “Well, that’s all the time we have for questions...how do you feel now? You whore.

I feel dirty but I don’t want to share that, “I feel like kicking your butt!”

“Play nice!” He’s holding up a piece of paper now, the one with my friends’ addresses, “Or I might just have to pay this,” He casually glances at the sheet, “”Bubbles” a visit too. One of your close friends I take it?”

I decide to shut up now. I don’t know how far this mad stallion is going to go but I don’t want to drag anypony into this fucked up shit.

Mocking, he asks again, “So then...Bubbles is a friend? Lover? Who? If you don’t tell me I can always ask her myself”

“A friend, we’ve been friends for over a decade. Leave her alone.”

“And what if I don’t? She’s just another filthy pegasus. She won’t be missed. Just like you.” Yet again he laughs.

“Please? Please just don’t touch her…”

He smiles, an idea gleaming behind those eyes, “I have an idea! Let’s play a game! You want to play a game...I never got your name did I. What is it?”

“Paint Splatter.” I answer begrudgingly, it can’t hurt can it?

“Ok Paint Splatter...You want to play a game?”

“Do I even get a choice?” I retort.

“Not really, but for that I’m making it even worse for you. Let’s see here...Bubbles, Chikadee, and Cherry. You wrote here they were your closest friends, correct?”

“Yeah...Cherry’s my half-sister actually. What of it?”

“Ever hear of the game “Fuck, Marry, Kill”? We’re gonna play my version of that...” That twisted grin again.

“Let me guess I decide who you kill and who you fuck?”

“Close, but not quite. You decide... one dies...slowly...One joins you in here...and one is left alone...If you don’t answer they all die...here...in front of you...make your choice.”

“Let Bubbles go free!” Bubbles is one of my oldest friends and one that needs protecting, “I don’t know, can I think about the ...others...?”

“You have two minutes before Bubbles dies too.”

“Umm...” I feel terrible for saying this but I’ve only known her a few months. “Kill Cherry,” What other choice do I have. I gulp though, “I guess that just leaves Chickadee...”

“She’ll be joining us soon then...feel good? You just killed your half-sister.”

“No, it does not feel good. You sicko.” My dad will be devastated I realize, more so than the loss of me.

“Let’s take care of the killing first.” He leaves, going through a secure looking door.

-------LOL 5 MINz L@7Er-----------------

Cherry is strapped to a chair in front of me, he mouth left ungagged.

“Paint...where are we? W-w-what’s going on?”

I turn my head away from my sister, not wishing to look at her. “I don’t know Cher.”

“How long have you been here? What’s been going on?” I notice Cherry is near tears at this point.

I stumble over that first question, “I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I woke up here but... I don’t know…how long ago.”

Cherry is openly crying at this point.

“Paint...I-i-I’m...scared...”

“I’m here Cherry. Right over here.” I tug at the chains and wonder what that sadistic pony is up to.

“P-p-p-promise me...Promise me that...that we’ll get out of here and back to dad...”

I gulp, “I’m not sure I can promise that...”

“Wh-why not? Paint...what’s going on?”

“This...pony...he took me and he took you...he’s sick in the mind, Cherry.”

“...Is...is he...is he gonna...k-k-k-k-k-k”

Fear grips my sister and she can’t seem to finish what she was saying. But I know what she means. I start to nod then stop myself, “I don’t know Cherry, I hope not...”

“Hope what?” The last pony I want to see enters the room, “Aww, what a little family reunion! You two comfy?”

I notice Cherry start whimpering.

“Let us go, let my sister go, you sick fuck!”

“Aww, that’s no way to speak in front of family, dear...I think we should clean out her ears now...” A sheet of sandpaper appears, his magic aura around it. Again with that demonic grin plastered on his muzzle.

Cherry screams at the sight of the sandpaper. “N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no! Paint! DO SOMETHING!”

“Your slut sister can’t save you now bitch!” He brings sandpaper up to her ears and starts grinding, much to the pain and sobs of Cherry.

“Please, stop, leave her alone. You can torture me instead, let her go please!” I cry out as the tears flow from my sister’s eyes.

“No! Hurting this slut is too much fun!” He latches onto the noninjured ear and with a ripping motion it detaches.

“NOOOO!!!” Cherry starts blubbering in agony.

“Cherry!” I glare at the stallion and kick out but the chains hold me down, I ignore them and the pain they bring, “You sick fuck, why?”

“This is so much fucking fun!” A knife is magicked over and slams its way into my sister’s leg, twisting as it goes,  “This is gonna feel SOOOOO good!”  He screams, tearing the knife out and grinding the sandpaper over her face.

Then he does something else. Something yet more disgusting. He was hiding beneath his legs a throbbing erection and when he takes it out…he does not use any of her natural born holes. No, instead he shoves it inside the wound.

“TAKE IT ALL SLUT! YES!!!!!!!!! ALL OF IT!”

I can’t stand the pain behind my sister’s voice as she calls out to me. I turn away from the sight, thinking about how I am the one that caused all. “I can’t watch…” I mutter.

“WATCH OR BUBBLES GETS THIS TOO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”  He pulls his cock out of her wound, it’s covered in blood and bits of flesh. With a shove he knocks the chair over, smashing it. Holding her down he starts stabbing her shoulders and shoves his cock in her asshole. “YES! YES! YEEEEESSSS! YOU FUCKING PEGUSUS CUNT! TAKE IT ALL!!!!!!!!”

“P-p-paint! ...Please...help...”

“Cherry, shut up!” I force myself to watch. Bubbles would be worse, I know it.

“NOW FOR THE GRAND FINALE!!!! HAHAHAHA!”

He flips her over and repeatedly stabs her in the stomach. Then, throwing the knife aside, he starts to thrust into the cuts.  Cherry’s eyes meet my own and she whimpers in pain.

“YES! FEEL IT ALL YOU CUNT! FEEL THE FUCKING BURN!!!!!!!!!!”

Meeting Cherry’s eyes I whisper, “I’m so sorry.”

“I-i-i-i know...”

“OH YESH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Once more he pulls out, this time though he ejaculates all over my sister’s head. Afterwards, with his magic, he starts the process of tearing her head from her very body. One last strangled scream leaves her lips before she is silenced forever. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”

“Now...now guess what we do?” He turns to me.

“Please, just do whatever you want to me, don’t bring others in.”

“I SAID, GUESSS...What...happens...next!”

“I wake up to this just being a horrible dream?” I say this with no hope left.

“GUESS SERIOUSLY OR I SWEAR I WILL SKIN BUBBLES ALIVE WHILE I RAPE HER!!!!!”

“Chickadee...” I sigh, terrified of what will happen to either of my friends. I don’t believe anymore that this so called pony will spare Bubbles.

“Wrong! But since you guess nicely I’ll tell you and leave Bubbles alone... I’m going to put this bloody, cum covered head of your slut sister into a box...AND MAIL IT TO YOUR DAD! HAHAHAHHA!!!!

I look up, DNA evidence I think. If he sends it as is the police might be able to find him “Ok...if that’s what you want to do...”

Unfortunately I think he senses my ploy and with a smirk he speaks, “Don’t worry, I won’t be caught...I’m not a...”normal” pony...”

“What do you mean you’re not a normal pony?”

He walks over to me, “You’ll see soon enough,” For a brief second a swear I see something just beyond the surface of his eyes, flames flickering, “You’ll see when you’re ready...”

I cower back from his closeness, “You’ll be caught. Somepony will catch you and you will die a fiery death, roasting on the plains of the sun.”

“What makes you think that? I’ve been doing this for the past...past two hundred years doll!” With a grin he walks away, chucking my sister’s head into a box, “Like I said...I’m special...”

I’m not thinking clearly, my mind still wondering over what I thought I saw and what he has said…I don’t even realize I’m talking,  “Yeah special, that’s one way to put it.”

“Yes, I am.”

He drops what he’s doing and walks back over to me. Placing a hoof on my cheek, I see something, a flat surface of a sorts but made of mutilated pony parts. I choke back the disgust building up in my body, it extends as far as I can see.

“See, doll? Special.”

Quivering at the image I look down, and feel like not even the sun is a decent enough punishment anymore. I feel hopeless now, the chance of escape seem slimmer than possible.