Snuggly Pony Fun Time

-------L3 n3x7 d@y-------------------

I wake up in a cage, I must have been moved in my sleep. In the cage is a piece of cardboard, presumably for use as bedding, two metal bowels, and some newspaper in the corner. The newspaper seems to be for a rather obvious purpose. The same purpose that is that a cat or a dog would use it for.

Rising to shaky hooves I examine everything and then kick out with my back legs at the metal bowls. Not for any particular reason other than simple anger. They clattered against the bars of the cage.

Then He walks in, chuckling as it was.

“Sleep well?”

“Fuck you,” I glare at the pony and try to strike out at him, “Why don’t you crawl in a ditch and die?”

“No, but your sisters decaying carcass is in a hole out back, that close enough?” He smiles and I realizing he was only feigning seriousness.

I gag as I remember all that happened earlier. With my mouth I pick up one of the bowls and hurl it through the bars. I miss as he jumps out of the way.

“I guess somepony doesn’t like my cooking.” He laughs, “I wonder if Bubbles would...”

I slump down but continue to glare at him, “Just leave Bubbles out of this.”

“Then don’t play with your food...oh, wait...I forgot to feed you! Oops,” A chuckle, “You must be hungry.”

I hadn’t even realized it but a grumble of my stomach confirms and answers what he said, “What kind of food...?”

“A veggie burger.” He sounds serious…but I don’t know…

“Is there a catch?” The burger itself actually sounds good right now but I don’t really trust this fool anymore.

“Yes, actually...You have to play with yourself in a bathtub on camera.”

“And I get a veggie burger out of that? What happens if I say no?”

“You eat dry oats...out of my hoof...like a cow...” There’s a smug grin painted on his face, gleaming from mouth to eyes.

“I’m not that hungry anyways, I’ll pass on the veggie burger.” A loud rumble from my stomach begs to differ as I am talking.

“Ok, suit yourself” Once more his horn alights with his magic and with it a bucket of dry oats appears. Taking a hoofful, he says, “Here girl! Eat up! Oh, and if you bite my hoof I will force Bubbles to eat her own intestines.”

I sit where I am for a few seconds and then decide it might be safer for Bubbles and others if I just comply. I take a small bite of the oats and take my time chewing.

He reaches into my cage and pets my mane. “Who’s a good pony? Who’s a good pony? That’s right, you are! You are!”

I brush off his hoof with a single wing without thinking and force myself to take another bite after swallowing.

Suddenly his hoof is pulled back and looking up I see a scowl. “Since you decided to be mean and rudely swat my hoof away you can go hungry...I bet Bubbles will be more thankful for her breakfast than you...”

“Please…” I don’t know what I’m saying please for this time, Bubbles or the food, but it comes out anyways.

“Nope. You’ve pissed me off. You go hungry. No food or water.” He turns his back to me.

“Come on, I’m hungry! I’ll let you pet my mane, I didn’t mean to swat.”

“Nope. If you want to eat you have to take a bath on camera now.”

I think it over. A bath...wouldn’t be so bad. But on camera? I make up my mind. “Um...fine, I guess.”

“You’ll have to wash flank and all...with a camera close up.”

I turn my head away. “I said ok already!”

“Ok, my little pornstar!” I see your black horn light up and suddenly we’re both in a bathroom, I see a tub with worm like things moving around in it- “Well, what are you waiting for?”

I back up at the sight of the tub and flare my wings. “No way! What are those things?!”

“Oh, those things? I forgot to mention. The tub is full of parasites. These ones in particular latch onto your skin, bite, and drink your blood. Like lampreys, only their saliva causes effects similar to alcohol and their bites hurt like a motherbucker,” He magics a camera over and gets a smug grin, “You ready? My Little Pornstar?”

“And you want that shit on camera?” I try to back away even more, “Why?”

He looks at me like I have two heads.  “I JUST FUCKING RAPED A PONY IN A KNIFE WOUND! WHY DO YOU FUCKING THINK!?”

I shudder and try my hardest to wipe that scene from my mind. “I’m not that hungry anymore...”

“It’s too late, this room has no doors. Look around. And you’re not leaving until you bathe.”

I take a reluctant look at the tub and the squirming bodies within, “How is that even considered bathing?”

“There’s a bar of soap in there too. You know...If you don’t I could have the bitch I’m gonna pick up later do it instead.”

I take a few hesitant steps towards the tub, looking in from above. “And I actually have to get in there? What happens if I drop the soap?” I say weird things under pressure.

He looks at me, a dumbfounded look on his face, “You pick it up...Really? You know what? Never mind. Back to the cage. I’m done,”-throws camera down, a look of pure how the fuck can this bitch be so damn stupid? is printed on his face and then we appear back in the room, myself in the cage, and him  sitting down on a couch. He turns on a TV and cracks open a beer.

“I just meant...” I trail off not sure why I’m saying this, “I didn’t want to get in that Celestia forsaken tub, ok!”

He simply looks at me, before, with a sip of his beer, turning back to the TV.

I see the inwardly and pace around the cage, knocking things around. His response? To simply turn up the volume of the television and throw the now empty beer can at me. And of course grab another beer, but I believe that has more to do with the emptiness of the last rather than actions of my own.

I dodge the can, batting it out of the air with ease with my wings.

“Are you just going to leave me in here?” I ask.

His remark is casual, “That’s the plan.” He punctuates that with another draw from the can of beer.

“Well, ain’t that just dandy,” I huff and look once more around my small cage for anything to escape with, “Well, what If I’m bored?

“I just fucking murdered your sister! Do you think I care if you’re bored?" He almost screams at the stupidity in my sentence.

“Nope, I’m just trying to think of how to escape, anything that works, right?”

He simply turns back to the TV.

With nothing else to do I simply stick out my tongue at him and look back to the cage. There really is no means of escape that I can see, not unless I get taken out of this cage. I lay down and try to think of how I can do this. He chuckles at TV and throws another empty can back at you. I say nothing and don’t dodge it this time. It hurts when it hits, yes, but I just pull it under my hoof and neatly crush it into a compact disc.

He looks over, “What are you doing with that can?”

“What can?”  I ask, trying to sound confused as I pull it under my body, being careful of any edges that might be had.

“That one you just put under your body! What are you doing with it?”

“Oh...that can! Nothing.” I smile and try to sound sincere.

“Then push it out of your cage.”

“But you threw it to me.” I say with a slight laugh.

“I threw it at you.”

“And? Finder’s keepers, as foals would say.”

“You’re not a foal.”

“Fine, if you really want your can back so badly...” I push it back through the bars.

All I get in response is a single grunt and then he turns back to whatever is on that television. I decide get up and start pacing, taking in both the surroundings outside the cage and the unicorn himself, lounging as he is. He laughs at something on the TV, as I watch, and grabs another beer.

“Hey, it can’t hurt to share ya know,” I throw this idea out though I know it will just get laughed at, “What type of beer are you dinking anyways, I didn’t look at that can you chucked at me.”

“Behave.”

“Oh, come on, what am I doing wrong, talking?”

“Bingo.”

“Well, what’s stopping me?” I say this before I think.

Grunts, “I’ll off Bubbles.”

I shut up but I don’t stop my pacing. Despite continued rumbles from my stomach it feels good to move around, even if it is within such confined borders.

I look back over at him as he cracks another beer. It’s almost as if…is he already getting tipsy? I silently smile at this, a tipsy unicorn? How perfect.

And then he cracks another.

I jovially dodge this one, with hope once more.

He gets up and walks over to me, legs all wobbly, “You---you stahp that walking thing...ish annoying.”

I giggle without meaning to at his slurred speech and stop the pacing.

“That’s a good pony...you know...for a  pegashus ur kinda cute…” He takes a large swig.

I raise an eyebrow, didn’t he say something like that when I first woke up?

“Your lik...preety...and stuffz...” He finishes the beer, drops the now empty can where he’s standing and magics over another one.

Not wanting to talk and no longer walking I just lay down, wondering where he is going with this.

“I’m sorry I yeled, you can talk nao.” He drinks the beer in one big gulp, and this time his magic summons over a bottle of whisky.

I giggle silently to myself but having nothing I wish to say, stay silent.

A large gulp of whisky later and he is completely shit faced, “U Rly R a pweety mar....U culd lik, B a modl and stuffz...”Another gulp, “Why-wwhy are you even here? When did I get this room?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should just take me home, forget about it all” I’m grinning at this golden opportunity that just landed in my lap.

“Wh-what? Ok...Let meh get mesh kesh,” He  wobbles over, takes a drink of whisky, grabs keys in hoof and unlocks my door- Th-th-ther ya go litle horsei . You’re a pony? Holy fuck I’m a pony!? When did that happen,” He notices his own hooves, “Holy fuck I gotz hoofs!”

As soon as my cage door is unlock I bolt to the ceiling and hover there, out of reach, not listening to any of that garbled nonsense.

“Wait...washint I keeping you as a prishoner or something? Theresh no door herr. How can you fliy? You’re a horse!” He finished off the whisky with one last swig from the bottle and with flickering magic draws a liter of vodka over to himself, “You wantsh a drink horsie?”

“No, I’d rather get out of here.”

“I’m shrorry, You canbt zleave nao. Im too drunk to uyse mah magic for things lik that”

“Will you let me go when you’re sober then?”

“Well, of courese! Why would I keep a preety mare like you here!?”

“I don’t know what goes on in your sick head.” I decide to stay hover up by the ceiling. This is all too weird. Not to mention convenient.

“Both of you can be quite im tryin to....tryin o......afdekshrge”

Face planting the floor he simply passes out.  I burst out laughing at the sight and without thinking I land down next to him, prodding to see if he actually just passed out

He snores.

I settle down in the chair in front of the TV. I hope he remembers this all when he wakes. I channel surf for a while before turning and laughing at him again...though if he weren’t my only way out I‘d kill him right now. I trot over to the bottle of vodka and with a single hoof shatter it. I select from the remains a large piece, sharp as a knife. Feeling safer now I curl back up and wait for the dawn. Or evening. How am I to know the time in this place, I have no idea.

-----the next morning----

“Owww my head...IM IN THE CAGE! Hey!  Hey, you paint brush whore! Get over here!”

I wake up, fear running through me. I look over at the unicorn, eyes wide. “You said last night you’d take me home.”

He screams with rage and uses magic to undo the lock, slowly approaching me, “I am going to fucking hurt you SOOOOO much!”

I cower back and tightly grasp the shard of glass in my mouth, facing him.

His magic coats the shard of glass, forcing it fully into my mouth, charges me, and then punches me in the face, shattering the glass in my mouth. I cry out and try to spit out the now blood stained pieces. I stumble back at the same time, getting behind the chair in front of the TV. However this does no good as his magic just encompasses the entire chair, flinging it away. Obviously his magic has gotten better since last night.

“YOU FUCKING CUNT!” A bottle comes flying off the shelf and hits me right in the face, “YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE!” A piece of wood from the broken chair comes over and smashes into your sides, crushing ribs painfully.

“Please!”

I make a painful dash for the only other place I could and yet shouldn’t consider safe in this room. The cage. Behind me slams the cage door shut, the click of a lock going into place loud to my ears.

“You will be soooo fucking sorry.”

I lay on the floor gasping, why did I even try to attack him with the glass, he’s a unicorn!  I feel my sides, wincing as I feel where bones have shattered. I try to lay as still as possible so as not to jostle the pieces of bone out of place and fall asleep, ill at ease.

I wake up to the cage opening and screaming.

“GET IN THERE BITCH!”

The cage door slams shut after that, the  lock clicking. I look up. I look up and see the last pony I would want to see here. Bubbles.

I shy away from the sight of my friend, whispering, “No...”

“Paint?...Is...Is that you?” She runs over and hugs me, bawling her eyes out.

With a grimace of pain I pull out of the hug and push my back up against the wall of the cage. “Dddon’t touch me, you shouldn’t even be here!”

“Paint...I...I need a hug...He...He...He...”

“Bubbles, I’m sorry. What did he do...”

“He...he...” Her cheeks turn bright red and instead of answering she just looks down. Following her gaze I see red staining her tail dark.

“Bubbles you know me, right, we’ve been friends since elementary school. Believe me when I say I will personally kill him myself if we get out of here.” I reach a hoof out to her.

She’s still sniffling but she has stopped a lot of the waterworks that were present, “I...I...wanted...my...first time...to be...special...”And there go the waterworks again

I pat Bubbles on the back. “I know, and I’m sorry for all of this.”

“H...He...He...He...He k-k-k-k-k-killed...m...m...my...b...bro...brother...”

I swallow, remembering how Cherry died, “I’m soo sorry Bubbles, but listen, we need to figure out how we are going to get out of here.”

Once more the waterworks let up at my words. “I...I...can’t leave...H-h-he clipped my wings...”

“That’s ok, I’ll support you, just like at flight camp when we were small, we have to get out of here.” I put emphasis on the have.

“H...H...H...He…”

“Bubbles, what all did he do to you?”

“He...He...He...He killed your little sister...the foal...”

“Bubbles do you understand why we have to get out of here?”

“Y-y-yes...Can...can...I tell...you something else…?”

“Of course!”  I say this quickly unsure as to why she’d have to even ask.

“H...H...H...He didn’t...He didn’t use protection...I think I’m pregnant...”

“When we escape first thing we’ll do is get you whatever kind of help you want.” I promise, crossing my heart.

“Th-th-th-thank you...” She hugs me close.

Tenderly I hug her back, “When he comes back, just stay behind me, ok? Don’t draw attention to yourself.”

“O...ok...”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Playing catch up I see!”

Bubbles whimpers but does what I told her to do.

“What? Didn’t you like our little play time?” He laughs at Bubbles as she starts crying.

“Please, just do whatever you want to me, I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever” I take a wide stance and try to protect Bubbles with my body.

“Oh, no no no,” Magic envelopes Bubbles and brings her over, “We have to pay attention to our guest!” Bubbles slams into the cage “HAHAHAHA!”

“P-p-please stop!!!!!” Bubbles cries.

I try and charge at him, “Don’t hurt her! Please!”

"Ok, here’s what I want...I’m not leaving until my dick is sucked. One of you has to do it. The other watches. Who will it be?”

Bubbles looks at me before she starts crying again, “P-p-p-paint...I...He...”

“Leave Bubbles out of this, I’ll do it.”

“If you bite, I will tear out Bubbles’s eyes and force feed them to her...” He puts his erect member through a grate in the cage, “Well? What are you waiting for, suck until I cum!”

I wrap my lips around his member and try to think of Bubble’s safety as I bob up and down.

“Did I say stop slave? I said go until I cum!”

I glare up at him and pick up speed. The faster this is over the better, I hope. My muzzle brushes up against his balls as I pick up speed and the musk of his stallionhood fills my nose

A wooden smack sounds and I hear Bubbles yelp.

“DID I SAY STOP?”

I try to answer through the mouthful but it just comes out as a moan. I instead choose glare yet again at him and hope he senses my ire. This time I make sure that I don’t even slow down but I do try to get a glance and see Bubbles out of the corner of my eye.

“You’re a good little filly, keep going.” He strokes my mane as he says this.

I decide to use my tongue to speed things up as much as I’d rather not taste my captor’s stallionhood.

“Good little filly, keep using your head.”

I pick up speed and use my tongue more liberally, the taste has already coated my tongue and it can’t get worse. I wonder how long it will take of this to make him cum. And then, right as I am thinking about it, it happens. I cough and sputter as his seed fills my mouth, swallowing some of it, some of it dribbling out of my mouth.

“I forgot to mention who does it gets fed!” He laughs as he pulls out, “Have fun you two. Goodnight!”