Pleasures of the Night

The moon had slowly started its descent for the horizon, and a bitter wind blew across the frozen tundra. Up in the air, a bat pony, accompanied by a filly, flew across the sky. His expression rested in a small frown as he tried to erase the image of Luna’s dick that kept flashing through his mind’s eye.

Ugh, why did I have to walk in just as she got in the mood?

Echo and a large portion of his troops were ‘gifted’ with the knowledge of Luna’s obsession with foals and fillies, as well as her extra bit. Most of the knowledge was injected or forced upon them as they dreamt at night. Though a small number of the night princess’s guards refused to give in to her dream invading, the majority of them slowly learned, against their will, to take pleasure in the idea of rutting foals, and to revel in the thought of Luna’s perverse extra bit. For some, it took mere days to break their resolve before they gave into the dark desires; for others, it took years until they fell as well. For Echo, he trotted the middle of that line. He hated seeing her erection, and still fought against those images as they were injected into his dreams, yet never passed up the chance to enjoy a foal when given the opportunity.

Looking over his shoulder, Echo smiled as he saw the sleeping filly, mumbling incoherent words in her dreams. While the child’s greasy, filthy appearance put him off somewhat, Echo looked forward to having his own needs sated. If Luna spoke the truth, then this filly was quite knowledgeable in the arts of sex and pleasure. Only twelve, and she had likely been rutted by more ponies in her few years than most whores did in their lives.

Yet Echo could still only snarl at the kid. She was a street whore; a filly who was lucky to earn the princess’s favor... if only for a moment. What was mere chance for her, was something Echo had had to earn. Decades of study and training under Luna’s rule had been the dream Echo had since he was a colt, though at the time he had known nothing of her carnal desires. Even with his later distaste for how she converted him, along with so many others, to share the same dark desires, he could never leave her side; the perks of the job were too great to abandon. He became one with the night, acquired special abilities only bat ponies could have; echolocation, magic nullification, night vision... the abilities almost seemed endless for him. To top it off, he was the Commander of Luna’s personal regiment and he was going to enjoy the perks of that as well for as long as he could.

Slowly, his snarl turned into a cruel grin, as looking at her reminded him that those perks were going to pay off for him in a few minutes. All he needed was a stop to enjoy the filly. Turning his head back, Echo saw a small ravine in the earth. He edged closer to it, peered in, and noticed outcrops large enough for both him and her to rest on. If any silly travellers of the night were to be about, they would never catch him in this place.

An adjustment of his wings and he turned his body towards the ground. Once he was in the ravine, Echo headed toward the largest stable outcrop and rested his winded body on it.

“Ugh, I can’t stand this weather,” he muttered as he moved the filly to the stone. “Only a cold-hearted pony would find this frozen tundra livable.”

Pulling his wings to his side, Echo took off his guard helmet and stared over the edge of the ravine. It was deep and the bottom wasn’t visible in the darkness. It would be a good place to discard the child after he was done with her. She had no future, after all; the only thing that awaited her back in Canterlot was more of the abuse and depravity that would be forced upon her. Yet as cold as Echo was, tossing a child to her death wasn’t something he was truly capable of. While his intentions for her were dark and dastardly, he would simply leave the child on the outcrop and have her figure her own way back to safety.

Looking up, Echo sighed and stretched his wings a few times before he folded them at his sides again. A soft mumbling sound came from the filly and Echo turned his eyes back to her. She was still shifting uncomfortably in her sleep. Her expression was scrunched up, most likely from the dream she was still having. Remembering what Luna said about her, Echo circled her a bit and lifted her tail up.

“Hmph, a child whore indeed. And here I thought only old mares had cunts that looked like this,” he said with a mix of disgust and slight arousal. “I wonder if any of my troops have had their way with you?”

As if roused by his voice, the young child started to awaken from her slumber. As her eyes opened and did their best to adjust to the darkness, Echo stepped back and sat on his haunches not drawing the young filly’s attention. Continuing to watch her, the filly rose up and quickly got a worried look on her face before she peered over the edge and started to shake with fear.

“Where am I?” she said weakly to herself. “Princess Luna? Where are you?”

“Luna got rid of you,” Echo spoke up from where he sat. “She said you were a whore and needed to be disposed of."

The young filly froze up at the sight of the unknown pony behind her. She knew Luna had guards called ‘bat ponies,’ but she never got to see one up close before. The way he stared with serpent’s eyes and a twisted grin on his face frightened her terribly.

“Who are you? You’re a bat pony right?” The filly asked, backing up a bit without tumbling over the ledge.

“Ah, so you haven’t seen one of us before,” he said, keeping his tone as calm and soothing as possible. His plan for attack was to gain her trust and hope that a caring approach would be more profitable rather than outright demanding her to pleasure him.

“My name is Echo,” he added in as he put his hoof to his chest. “What’s yours?”

“C-Columbine. Columbine Flusie,” the child said with a worried expression. “Where are we, Mr. Echo?”

“In a ravine,” Echo replied, making it sound as casual as he could be. “I planned to get rid of you here.”

Columbine’s eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets at the mention of getting rid of her. She thought when she heard Luna’s song and promise of better living, it would be her ticket out of the abusive city. To hear that Luna didn’t want her just because she was forced to serve males and females alike broke her little heart. Hanging her head low, she started to pout, knowing not even the princess of the night had any interest in a child looking to live a better life.

“But I don’t want to get rid of you,” Echo spoke up, drawing the filly’s attention.

Columbine looked up, a bit of life filling her barren eyes. A small smile started to form on her face as she listened on.

“Luna doesn’t care for you because of your past, but unlike her, I think you have enough knowledge to pleasure any pony greatly.”

Columbine’s smile quickly regressed back into a frown. It was a story she heard many times over. Pleasure a few ponies and be promised a better life that didn’t consist of living in a closet in the home of a drunken father.

“Should you use your unique talents on me, I promise you’ll live a better life than the one you're currently living,” Echo continued to speak as he started to pull his body up from the cold stone.

"No," she said, her voice upset.

“Oh?” Echo said, a bit surprised that she declined so quickly. “You don’t believe me?”

“You’re lying; I’ve heard promises like that before. I suck your dick and you take care of me. Every time it ends with a pony beating me for being a whore or being laughed at for being gullible,” Columbine spoke up, tired of the endless years of false promises and abuse.

He sighed, and with that he knew being nice and caring was an approach that wasn’t going to work.

“Well,” Echo began as his wings flared open in order to scare the young filly, “I tried to be nice, but if I have to take you by force for myself then I will.”

Columbine froze up and stared at the bat pony with fear in her eyes. The calm and soothing nature he had before was gone; a facade he tried to use on a pony he thought was dumb.

“Unless you are willing to please me yourself,” Echo said, the words almost lost on the fearful filly.

Columbine continued to look at him, knowing very well it was going to end like it always did. ‘Be a good girl and make me happy or I’ll beat you until you beg for sex instead.’ Those words were spoken everyday by shameless ponies looking for an easy rut. A sad realization of everything and she knew that even the princess’s guards were just like the rest; evil, corrupt, vile, and many other words her young mind heard too much about. The only difference between Echo and the rest was Echo wasn’t as patient as them.

“I don’t want to,” Columbine begged, wanting a day where she didn’t have to give into the desires of a pony.

Echo huffed at her and got ready to pounce when the motion of her wings caught his attention. It was only a quick flutter, but it was enough.

“Tell me child, how well can you fly?” Echo snarled, taking a step closer.

Remembering where they were, Columbine panicked and thought he was going to attack her wings. While she was able to use her wings, flying was something she couldn’t do very well thanks to one pony breaking a wing a few years back. She could still make it about ten feet in the air before her wings grew too tired to carry her anymore.

“I just want to go home,” she said, doing her best to avoid the question.

“I asked you a question, child,” Echo said, closing the distance between them. “How. Well. Can. You. Fly?”

Both pegasi locked eyes for a few seconds, one trembling with fear for what to come, while the other trembled with anticipation and desire. Out of instinct, Columbine looked down and saw the pony’s sheathe hiding the object that would soon be forced into her. Echo noticed her looking at it and just stared back. Even if she didn’t want to answer him, he had a decent enough knowledge of child ponies. Most pegasi could fly by her age, but Echo couldn’t help but notice her left wing was a bit slower and slightly off from her right. If it was true, then flying wasn’t something the child would be very good at.

“Since you won’t answer me, answer this: will you be a good girl and pleasure me so I won’t toss you down that hole?”

Columbine swallowed a large lump in her throat. The area around them was quiet, save for the chattering of the filly’s teeth due to the cold. Both stared, both waiting for the other to do something. Eventually Columbine started to scrunch her face and shift her eyes about rapidly. The thoughts of flying away were present but ignored, knowing very well that she wasn’t going to outfly an elite knight that served under Luna.

“I’m waiting. Why don’t you be good and turn around for me,” Echo said to her as he lifted his hoof and ran it in a circular motion. “Lift your tail, wiggle your rump, maybe even rub yourself; it’s what you’re best at anyway.”

“I don’t want to,” Columbine begged.

With a deep sigh, Echo shut his eyes before he shot forward, tackling the filly to the ground. Both nearly toppled over the edge, but only the filly’s purple mane dangled over it. Before she could even utter a painful sound, Echo snorted a blast of hot air into her face, losing his patience for her willingness.

“Right now you don’t have a choice,” Echo snarled, pressing his nose into hers. “I can make it hurt or you can make it enjoyable for yourself. Do you want me to make it painful? I don’t want to but I will if I have to.”

Columbine cowered under the rather large pony, hearing his raspy voice echo into the deep ravine as he spoke point blank at her. She wanted to crawl away, but with no room to crawl on the ledge, she simply quivered and stared at his eyes.

“I don’t want to!” Columbine screamed at him.

Echo simply retaliated with moving his hoof up and striking her in the face. Columbine’s head jerked to the side as she stared into the crevice with teary eyes. Bringing her hooves up to her face, she placed them on her cheek to ease the stinging sensation. Echo said nothing and only listened as the small filly started to cry.

“I’ll hit you again, but I won’t hold back, you got it?” Echo said to her, his voice going low to sound almost sympathetic, yet just as demanding.

Columbine said nothing, continuing to pout without looking at him. For a few long seconds she remained silent until she saw him rising his hoof for a second strike.

“I'm... s-sorry,” she stammered out, making him stop his hoof in mid-air.

“You going to listen and obey me?” Echo asked.

Before she could answer, the feeling of a rough hoof brushed against the innermost of part of her leg. Quickly tucking her legs inward, Echo was forced to pull his adventurous hoof away. His grin disappeared and the same look of anger came across his face for the umpteenth time. Columbine replied with a loud sniffle before she gave up and nodded her head.

“See? It’s more enjoyable when you agree to it,” Echo told her, his hoof moving back to the ground. “Now, let us see if you are any good.”

A quick motion by Echo and he grabbed both her hind legs. A small whimper escaped her throat as he pulled her back, making her look at his sheathe. A quick adjustment of his own body and it was mere inches from her muzzle.

“Let’s start off and see if you can make me hard.”

Columbine stared, her frantic mind racing non-stop. She knew she had no choice but to get him off. What scared her was what would happen after. Would he toss her down the ravine or leave her to pout on the ledge? The only thing she could do was pleasure him and hope he wasn’t going to toss her.

For a brief second Columbine hesitated and refused to move at all, but her resolve quickly faded. With no way to fight back, she moved her soft hoof forward and touched his balls before slowly rubbing them. The only upside to it was his body smelt clean and the area around his penis looked like it was washed earlier. Moving her next hoof, she placed it on the tip of his growing erection, rubbing it hard enough to arouse him. Echo sighed contently, knowing she was actually going to give herself to him. His eyes clenched tightly, and his throat held back a small moan as his member hardened nicely thanks to her touch.

“Not bad; either I’m just really excited or you’ve got a good touch.”

Columbine ignored him, doing her best to stop sniffling and pouting. Every few seconds of stroking it, Columbine felt it twitch in her hooves and wondered how big it was going to be for her. Hopefully it would be small enough that it didn’t hurt her unlike one time she was ‘graced’ to have a hunchbacked mule throat fuck her. Once it was fully erect, Columbine opened her mouth and started her descent for it.

As she wrapped her wet lips around it, Echo took a deep sigh and stared at the sky with a content look on his face. She didn’t waste any time and started to bob her head quickly. Looking back down, Echo watched her purple mane bounce up and down, in time with her head. It was an arousing sight for him. While her bobs started out unsteady, and very shaky, eventually she started to improve for him.

“Could be better,” Echo said quietly as his hoof travelled to her mane before he ran it through the greasy hairs. “But at least you know what you are doing.”

While Columbine continued to suck him off, getting more of his erection buried into her throat, Echo started to remove his chest plate armor. Letting it fall to the side, Echo shivered a bit as a brisk breeze of cold air shot up from the ravine. The air didn’t bother him and he knew he would be heating up eventually.

“Stop for a second,” Echo commanded as he grasped the filly’s mane.

Being stopped in mid-bob, Columbine whimpered as she felt her mane get tugged slightly. As she whimpered, Echo moved his body up in the air before he fell back. Landing on his back, Columbine watched his erection stand straight up in the air, giving a proper look to see just how large it was. For her it wasn't overly large, but it wasn`t too small either. Knowing he was most likely going to order her to ride it, Columbine knew her used body wouldn't take all of it in.

“It won’t fit,” she said quickly, not wanting to even try riding it at all.

“Hmph,” Echo said with a frown on his face. “You haven’t even tried to get on it.”

“I… I know it won’t fit,” she stammered out, doing her best to try and avoid riding it. “It’s too big for that position.”

With an annoyed groan, Echo pulled his body back up and wondered how he would get his fix. In part of his mind, Echo felt giddy that a female was telling him his penis was too big for her.

“Fine, turn around, lift your tail up, and I’ll do it myself,” Echo said to her, not wanting to waste any more time with the child.

Columbine stared at him, hiding her relief at knowing she wasn’t going to get hurt as much. She hated going at the pace of others and they would always complain she was too slow or not good enough to please. Quickly turning around and doing what she was ordered to, she heard Echo move closer. A flick of her tail and Columbine could almost hear the evil snicker once her pussy came into view. Moving his body over hers, Columbine felt a cold shiver run through her spine. His body seemed to radiate coldness and his wet penis poked eagerly at her backside.

“Look at the ground and don’t say a word.”

His words were accompanied by the feeling of his hoof pressing into the back of her head, before it shoved her to the ground. Columbine whined as her head hit the stone with a hard thud, but thankfully his hoof moved away. Not turning her head, Columbine stared to the side, seeing how far the ravine stretched out.

She was about to take a deep breath, but the feeling was interrupted as she felt his penis move away for a second. The motion was quick and, though she had been penetrated many times over, the feeling of it was something she could never get used to. As the stallion pushed his large dick into her body with a jerky motion, a pitiful moan escaped her lips. Columbine continued to stare out, hoping anything could get her mind off of what was happening to her. She wanted to cry and plead with him to not have his way with her. She didn’t, knowing very well it was going to fall on deaf ears.

“Hmm, feels good,” Echo said quietly as he pulled back a bit and gave off a rather hard thrust.

Columbine whimpered again as more of it invaded her abused hole. It was rough and it almost made her want to scream for help. She knew it would be in vain and the only pony that may hear her was the perpetrator himself. Looking up slightly, Columbine surveyed the edge of the ravine, hopefully someone, anyone, was looking down. The ledges were barren save for the snow that blew over the edge. The only being that was around was currently raping her, degrading her body like every other pony she met in the past had done daily. The only thing she could hope for was that he was a premature finisher and didn’t care to rape her anymore afterwards.

Looking back down at the stone they were on, Columbine closed her teary eyes as Echo started to break into his own pace. Each thrust was deep, and though he couldn’t get all of it in, Echo was happy with the amount. As he thrusted he continued to stare at the small filly beneath him. She was quiet, just like he asked, and he could see the empty look in her eyes. He could almost sense her anger, wishing she had enough strength to fight back in some way. He knew she wouldn’t fight back and had no choice but to let him continue. He wanted to rub it in that she was trapped, useless, and weak, yet he had no interest in rubbing any more salt in her wounds. Moving his hooves, Echo rest them close by the filly’s side and started to thrust harder and faster.

The more he thrusted, the more Columbine started to debate tossing herself into the ravine after he was done. What he said before to her was starting to echo in her mind and she knew there was nothing for her back in Canterlot. Just thinking about returning to a drunken father that most likely didn’t even notice she was gone only made her want to cry more. She just wanted to sleep and forget about everything that was happening to her. She wanted to return to her same ignorant state of thinking the princess of the night actually cared for her.

Echo let out another groan and his body stopped for a second so he could adjust. He was getting close and was ready to hit the final stretch with her. Columbine bit her lip as she felt him start up again, hearing him grunting as he moved. His grunts were accompanied with the feeling of hot air being snorted into her mane and Columbine just braced her body against the rock. Feeling her body move forward with every hard thrust, Columbine pressed her front hooves against the stone to try and hold herself in place. The only question that plagued her mind was whether he was going to leave it in or pull out. Though she was too young to get pregnant, she hated the feeling of a pony coming inside of her and leaving behind a sticky mess. She loathed it more than anything, considering she wasn’t allowed to take baths every day.

Echo’s groans got louder and his breathing got heavier. At the rate Echo was going, he didn’t intend to pull out at all. She started to think he would wait until the last second to pull out of her, but his erratic pace slowly stopped and he cursed under his breath. The feeling of hot semen filling her cunt was accompanied with the feeling of him starting to thrust again. They weren’t painful, only him making sure every last drop was pushed out. Doing her best to ignore the warm liquid filling her up until she was so full that it started to seep out the sides of her slit, Columbine’s small body quivered and relaxed. The worst was over, but she felt more empty and dead inside of her mind.

Echo said nothing as he took a deep breath and pulled his dying erection out. Columbine heard his breath shudder a bit as another cool breeze came from out of the ravine and brushed against his wet penis. She heard him move back and then felt him touch her tail, pulling it up. A soft snicker left his mouth as he looked at the fruits of his labour coating both her hole and the stone beneath her.

“Not the best pussy I’ve had, but certainly not the worst,” Echo said out loud, making the young filly’s ears perk up.

Columbine didn’t look behind her. She had no interest in looking the bat pony in the eyes. Every time she looked at the pony who just got off thanks to her, she always saw cold looks, uncaring expressions, and even sometimes they would punch her in the head for turning around. Keeping her head on the stone, she breathed heavily; her backside hurting from the pounding it just took.

“It’s a shame Luna has no interest in you, kid. You could please her greatly,” Echo said to her as he started to put his armor and helmet back on. “I won’t toss you over the ledge. Nah, you can do it yourself.”

Without another word, Echo took to the air, leaving the child behind to fend for herself. Watching him fly away, Columbine noticed he never made a motion to look back and second guess his decision. Now she was alone and unsure of what to do.

For minutes she laid there, her legs curled up and against her stomach as the seed inside continued to swim about. Finally she started to move herself up to a sitting position. Wiping a bit of some frozen tears away from her eyes, she peered over the edge of the ravine, wondering if it would be better just to kill herself. She wanted to jump. She wanted to end her existence, but the fear of the unknown after death scared her. Would she be stuck in darkness for eternity, or would she be reborn without any memories of her past life. A large part of her told her it was okay to jump. Though many stallions and mares would miss her, they would no doubt find another filly or foal to have as their own.

Continuing to look over the ledge, Columbine let out a deep sigh and wondered on what to do. Laying back down, she closed her tired eyes to try and rest for a few minutes. She needed time to think about her decision and, thankfully, no adults were around to bother her. Sadly sleep realized to come to her, thanks to the feeling of the semen still resting into her cunt. About to reach for it, Columbine stopped as she knew it would be useless to hoof it out.

“Why bother? I’ll only be cleaning it out for the next pony to fill,” she pouted as she slowly pulled herself up. “Not like I can do anything to change it either.”

Staring into the ravine, an angry frown came across her face. She hated being weak and tiny. She hated being useless and not able to resist a pony. All it took was a few slaps to the face in order to break her resolve. In a fit of rage, she let out a loud scream and kicked the rock behind her. Immediately she winced from the pain but it was short lived as her echoing scream caused a patch of snow over the ledge above to fall down. Getting buried by it for a few seconds, Columbine thought about just staying buried. Once again her fear for the unknown stopped her and she quickly pulled herself out of the snow.

“Why does this happen to me? Why couldn’t I have a mom and dad that loved me?” She asked herself as she wiped away snow from her mane.

As a chunk of snow fell, Columbine saw a short branch tumble out of her mane as well. Looking at it blankly for a few seconds, she studied the the jagged edges of it. In her anger a new idea gave birth. Reaching out for it, Columbine held it in her hoof and played the idea out in her head, dozens of times over.

“Ponies only love me because I’m a whore. Maybe they will leave me alone if I’m an ugly one,” Columbine said with a deep breath as she placed the sharpest part of the stick against her sloppy cunt, ready to claw at it.

With a jerk of her hoof, Columbine held back her tears and she started to speak in her mind, in order to drown out the pain.

I am an ugly pony and nobody will hurt me ever again.