Chapter 2

Babs and Apple Bloom trotted down the road towards the Cutiemark Crusaders clubhouse, giggling and talking to each other.

“Ah’m so happy yer here Babs,”said Apple Bloom. “With Scootaloo bein’ away so many times we haven’t had time for any crusadin’.”

“Then I can teach you some crusading techniques I learned back in Manehattan,” answered Babs and they both began to giggle.

A couple of minutes later the two fillies stood in front of the clubhouse. Walking up to the front door, Apple Bloom let out a loud laugh as she pushed it open.

“Hey, Sweetie Belle! Ya wouldn’t believe what Babs been doin’ in Manehattan!”

The white filly jumped at Apple Bloom’s words, startled by the sudden noise, and almost dropped the paint can she held in her mouth.

“I told you to stop bursting in like that,” scolded Sweetie Belle. “One day you’ll give me an heart attack.”

“Sorry, but look who’s finally made it here!”

Apple Bloom stepped to the side and let Babs in through the door.

“Babs!” exclaimed Sweetie Belle with her squeaky voice. “If you’re here, that means we can finally start crusading again!”

“Oh darn it!” said Apple Bloom suddenly. “Ah forgot the equipment back at the farm. Babs, can ya help Sweetie Belle paint the clubhouse while I get the stuff we need?”

“Sure,” said Babs and smiled. “See you soon then.”

The two fillies waved at their friend as she ran back towards the farm. Once she was out of sight Babs casually closed the door and turned towards Sweetie Belle.

“Shall we get started then?”

Babs could see the white filly move her lips but no words came out. Instead, another voice invaded her thoughts.

“Now it is time!” boomed the voice, blocking all other sounds. “This is your first real victim out of many more. Prove your loyalty to me by raping one of your dear friends. Show her no mercy, give her no quarter! Treat her as nothing but your toy to relive you of your sexual desires!”

As the voice boomed on, Babs felt the same tingling feeling between her legs as she’d felt back at Zecoras hut. Her breath became hot and sweat started to appear on her coat.

“I have sealed this room in magic,” continued the voice. “No one can enter or exit. Not even sound. I will try to delay your other friend for as long as I can but do hurry up. You’ll only have around thirty minutes but I think you’ll manage it… for your own sake.”

And so the voice died out and Babs regained her hearing once again.

“Babs, are you even listening!?” squeaked Sweetie Belle irritated.

Babs didn’t answer. Instead, a sly grin appeared on her lips as she slowly walked closer to the little filly. With a swift push of her hoof, Sweetie Belle fell on her back and Babs held her down in a strong grip.

“W-what are you doing, Babs!?” said Sweetie Belle angrily. “Let me go or I’ll-”

“Or you’ll what?” snapped Babs. “Tell Apple Bloom?”

“Y-yeah!” said Sweetie Belle and tried to fight free but Babs held her too tight.

Babs laughed at her superior position. She felt the same feeling of domination and control wash over her as it had done before. As her mind started to deform, so did her body. She felt her little nub grow bigger and change form. Even though this was one of her friends she couldn’t stop herself. She needed to feel that sweet release, that unearthly pleasure.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to tell her once I’m done with you!”

Sweetie Belle gulped. Her courage and anger were suddenly replaced by fear. Something wasn’t right with Babs. Her eyes looked all crazy-like and she panted like she was possessed. That’s when she felt it. Something big and hot poked at her rear end. She tried to lower her gaze but Babs body was in the way.

Babs pushed her head forward and locked lips with the surprised filly. She forced her tongue into her mouth, kissing her violently. She started to rub her belly against Sweetie Belle’s own, making the little filly squirm under her weight. This made Babs even more excited, knowing that she was in full control and she could do anything she wanted. She lowered herself a bit before pushing her lower part against Sweetie Belle, making their small teats rub against each other.

“You like this, don’t you?” cooed Babs as she broke the kiss.

“N-no!” cried Sweetie Belle, confused with the whole situation. “It feels weird!”

“And it’ll feel even weirder in a moment,” said Babs, pushing herself up a bit and repositioning her hips, making her new adornment align itself with the lower lips of the filly. “We don’t have any time for any foreplay so it might be a little tricky to insert ‘it’.”

Sweetie Belle let out a squeal of terror as she caught a glimpse the huge thing that was poking at her entrance. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew what was about to happen and a chill raced down her spine.

“No! Please stop!” begged the little filly, tears rolling down her cheeks as Babs took a steady grip around her waist. “It won’t fit! It won’t fit!”

“You better hope for your own sake that it does,” said Babs with a grin. “Cause even if it doesn’t, I still won’t stop. I will churn and pump you real good until you can think of nothing but me.”

“Please, somepony, help me!” screamed Sweetie Belle out of desperation.

“Scream all you want, Sweetie,” taunted Babs and laughed. “No one can hear you.”

“P-please, Babs,” said Sweetie Belle softly, trying to calm herself. “This isn’t you. You’re my friend and friends don’t hurt each other.”

Babs felt something sting inside of her as she looked down on her crying friend. A lone tear escaped her eye, rolled down her cheek and landed on Sweetie Belles stomach. Sweetie Belle was right, friends didn’t hurt each other. But even so, there was no way Babs could stop herself now.

“I’m… sorry…” whispered Babs before gritting her teeth and forcefully shoving her member against the filly’s opening.
Sweetie Belle screamed at the top of her lungs as the tip of the member slowly inched itself inside of her, straining the muscles and flesh around it.

“IT HURTS! RARITY, HELP ME! IT HURTS!”

The pain was unbearable. She felt like she was being ripped apart. For a moment the constant pushing and nudging subsided, until Babs gave a forceful thrust and something inside of her broke. The pain increased tenfold as the member pushed through her hymen and continued its journey towards her womb.

Babs feeling were a mixture of disgust, happiness and grief. The pleasure she experienced was immense as the filly’s tight hole squeezed and gripped at her member. The screams coming from the foal beneath her made her both sad and happy. Sad that she caused so much pain for her friend and happy that she was completely dominating somepony else. The pressure in her loins grew to a boiling point and unable to control her lust, Babs began to shove even more of her member inside the little filly. With the tight grip around the filly’s waist, she dragged Sweetie Belle against her throbbing cock while thrusting with her hips. With a final forceful push Babs managed to bury the entire length inside her friend and felt something press against the tip. She had reached the womb.

Sweetie Belle had stopped screaming. Not because it didn’t hurt anymore but because she had lost all hope. All she did now, as Babs pushed against her cervix, was to give out a couple of grunts of discomfort. She was nothing more than a ragdoll to be used as Babs saw fit. And used she was. As the member had reached all the way inside of her, the sheer thickness of it had made her lower parts bulge out against Babs stomach.

“D-damn, you’re tight,” panted Babs and stopped pushing the tip against the cervix. “I’m sorry if you’re in pain right now. I promise it will all be over soon. I’m gonna start pumping real hard now, okay? I’ll go as fast as I can so it’ll be over before you know it.”
Babs words didn’t comfort Sweetie Belle at all, but just the thought that it would be over made the little filly lose up a tiny bit.

This was all Babs needed. She put her hooves on Sweetie Belles shoulders, pushed her body against the filly and began to mercilessly rut her victim. Her member forced itself halfway out of the tight hole before ramming back in. Their hips started to make a smacking sound as they were slammed together, over and over and over. Babs started to moan and grunt as the pleasure rose and she bit down on Sweetie Bells ear.

Sweetie Belle put her hooves around Babs and clung to her like a newborn foal. Her tormentor’s forceful thrusts hit her cervix with such a force she was afraid it would be smashed. Her walls involuntarily squeezed around the member, almost pulsating, as they gripped and milked the invading object.

“I… ha I’m gonna… guh… cum!”

Sweetie Belle felt her heart ache as Babs words were panted into her ear. She knew what it meant for a stallion to release his orgasm inside a mare. She wasn’t sure if the same thing applied here but it most likely did. Even so, if it meant that Babs would stop she would gladly accept her orgasm. With that thought, Sweetie Belle began to rock her hips against Babs, trying to match her rhythm. The sooner she came, the sooner this would be over.

Babs were caught off guard by Sweetie Belle’s sudden initiative. She didn’t really know what she would think. Did Sweetie like it? Then why was she still crying? Babs didn’t bother to ponder on those thoughts at the moment. Her release was close and she needed to concentrate on her rising pleasure. She began to thrust wildly, almost flattening the filly’s womb as she pushed her to the floor. As the pleasure rose at an increased pace, so did her hips increase in their relentless slamming against the filly’s ravaged sex. Babs moaned louder and louder until the pleasure hit its peak and everything came crashing down at once. Her member began to throb as it pumped the first load of sperm into the writhing filly below her.

Sweetie Belle began to scream and convulse under Babs as sperm gushed into her, filling her to the brim and squirting out onto the floor beneath them. Babs continued to thrust her squirting member against Sweetie Belle’s filled womb, moaning in pleasure and satisfaction. Sweetie Belle let out a soft sniff before her mind gave away and she released her bladder against Babs. Babs felt the hot urine dribble down against the base of her cock before dropping onto the floor and mix with the white sperm.

They lay there, panting, for several minutes before Babs returned to her senses, broke away from her blissful state and carefully inched her member out of Sweetie Belle. As her cock came loose with a wet ‘plop’ and returned to being her little nub, sperm gushed out of the filly together with a bit of blood. Babs gave her friend a sad look. Sweetie Belle had lost consciousness but was still alive, her chest lowering and rising with each ragged breath.

“What… have I become?” Babs whispered to herself. “I just… raped one of my friends…”

“And you will do so again!” boomed a voice behind her and the door flung open.

“T-Trixie?” exclaimed Babs. “You’re already back?”

“It’s already been thirty two minutes,” said the blue pony while casually walking past Babs. “But I guess time flies by when you’re having fun. And lucky for you it seems you’ve just finished up.”

Trixie planted a hoof on top of Sweetie Belles bulging stomach and pushed it down, making even more sperm and blood dribble out. Sweetie Belle grunted in her sleep and took a couple of sharp breaths.

“Please, she had enough,” begged Babs.

“Hmpf, I guess you’re right,” said Trixie and removed her hoof. “Besides, your little farm-friend is on her way. We should get out of here before she gets back.”

“What about Sweetie Belle?” asked Babs and looked at the unconscious filly with concern.

“Leave her,” said Trixie coldly. “This is part of my revenge.”

Her horn lit up and a faint glow wrapped around Sweetie Belle before disappearing.

“What did you do?” asked Babs surprised.

“Just a simple memory-altering spell,” answered Trixie and walked towards the open door.

“Oh, so she won’t remember any of this?” said Babs relived. If she doesn’t remember anything then perhaps we can still be friends!

“No, you silly little foal,” laughed Trixie and gave Babs an evil grin. “She won’t remember that it was you that raped her. But she will certainly remember the rape itself. Every feeling, every bit if pain and humiliation that you’ve caused her is now etched into her mind. Every day from now on she will suffer, knowing that her first *precious’ time was robbed from her by some unknown assailant!”

“B-but why!?” exclaimed Babs angrily. “Why don’t you just remove the memory altogether? Why do you-”

“Because this is my revenge!” interrupted Trixie and glared at Babs. “I want all of her little friends to suffer and when every last one of them is lying in the dirt I will make her join them!”

“Who?” asked Babs. “Who is it you hate so much?”

“It doesn’t matter,” answered Trixie. “You’ll know in time. Now, we must get out of here. There’s many more that you need to assault… and I know exactly who’ll be your next victim.”

“W-what if I don’t want to do this anymore!?” protested Babs. “I know about my desires, desires that you gave me! You’re the cause of all of this! You made me rape one of my friends! If this is the price I must pay for that… ‘pleasure’ then I’d rather never feel it again! You’re just a big bully!”

Trixie stared at the little filly for a second before bursting into a laugh.

“You… you think I… gave you your desires?” panted Trixie before calming down.

A wide grin appeared on her lips as she approached Babs.

“Just between you and me, the only thing I gave you was your cock. All your desires, all your lust, are yours and yours alone. I only helped you… unleash your true self. This is who you are and who’ll you always be!”

Babs stepped back and stared at Trixie in horror.

“No… no, you’re lying!” screamed Babs desperately. “I’m a Cutiemark Crusader. I’m not a rapist! I… I… never wanted any of this to happen!”

“You can deny it all you want,” said Trixie. “Even if you bury your true feelings deep within yourself, one fact remains.”

The blue pony gripped Babs by her pink main and jerked it upwards, bringing the filly’s head in height to her own.

“You belong to me,” whispered Trixie. “It doesn’t matter what you want. You’re mine now and you’ll do exactly what I tell you to do. Otherwise I’ll do something even worse to your little friends than just raping them!”

Trixie released her grip and Babs fell to the floor. Her mane hurt and her thoughts were a mess. Did she really do this by herself? Is this who she really is, a rapist? She brought up her hooves to her face as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“If you’re just going to lie there and cry you’re of no use to me,” said Trixie unsympathetically. “Then I’d just have to find another pony who’d serve me better. Perhaps your… cousin? Apple Bloom, was it?”

“No!” exclaimed Babs and got up on her hooves. “I’ll… I’ll do as you say… just… don’t hurt Apple Bloom!”

“See?” said Trixie teasingly. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, if you’re done having your… episode… perhaps we can continue with the plan?”

Babs nodded, knowing that it was no use protesting least she wanted to put Apple Bloom in danger. With no other option, the little filly followed the blue mare out of the clubhouse. She gave Sweetie Belle a sad look before she turned around and disappeared after Trixie.

Apple Bloom ran down the road towards the clubhouse. She carried a large bag on her back, filled with tennis balls, two rackets and a net, making it harder for her to sprint. But it didn’t bother her. She needed to vent her frustration of being stuck in her room for almost half an hour after her door mysteriously locked itself. It wasn’t until Applejack returned from the orchard she was let out.

Apple Bloom let out a sigh of relief as the clubhouse got into view. Even if her frustration had given her some extra energy her legs had begun to hurt under all the additional weight. When she got closer she halted her steps. Something wasn’t right. The door was halfway open and a strange smell oozed out from the opening. It was sweet, yet strong enough to make her put a hoof over her nose, and it surely didn’t smell like paint. She climbed up the stair and slowly pushed the door opened. As the door slowly creaked open and revealed the scene behind it, Apple Bloom’s eyes widened and she let out a terrifying scream.

“Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom threw off the bag and rushed towards her friend, almost tripping on the puddle of sperm and love juices. “Sweetie, do you hear me!?”

Apple Bloom carefully gave her a little nudge but was given no response.

“Please, wake up!” Apple Bloom shook her friend, growing more and more desperate with each passing second.

“Stop… shaking me…” said Sweetie Belle hoarsely.

“Sweetie Belle!” exclaimed Apple Bloom and wiped a tear away. “Ya really scared me. Ah thought you were gone.”

“I-it hurts…” panted the little filly and extended her hooved towards her private parts.

Apple Bloom put a hoof over her mouth in shock when she saw her friend’s ravaged sex.

“I’ll… I’ll go get mah sister,” said Apple Bloom. “And we’ll take ya to the hospital. You’ll be alright. No one’s gonna hurt ya now.”

She tried to force a smile but gave up when she met Sweetie Belles gaze. They both knew there was no one who could fix this. Apple Bloom got up and ran towards the door. All she could think of was to get help for Sweetie Belle.

“Don’t… leave me…,” whispered Sweetie Belle under ragged breaths before losing consciousness again.

Sweetie Belle slowly opened her heavy eyelids and stared up at the white ceiling. She laid on a soft matrass instead of hard wood and a warm blanket covered her little body. She felt weak and heavy and had to struggle just to turn her head to look around the room. It looked like she was in a hospital. There was a plastic bag filled with some sort of fluid and a thin tube that led from the bag to her fore hoof. Had she been in an accident? What had happened? The questions were so many they made her head spin. She tried to call out but her throat was dry and sore, all that escaped her mouth was a hoarse cry that quickly died out in the empty room. She mustered her strength and tried to sit up but a sudden pain between her thighs made her drop back down and grit her teeth. As the pain coursed through her body her memory was reignited. She saw a shadowy figure of a pony, with a malicious smile, bending over her, forcing something deep into her sex. She remembered the pain, the humiliation and how her assailant mercilessly rutted her. As the memories flooded her mind she gave out a painful cry before hiding her face into the pillow, trying to get away from the images haunting her.

The door suddenly opened and her sister, along with Apple Bloom and Applejack, stormed into the room. Without saying a word her sister walked up to the bed, put her hoofs around Sweeties head and hugged her close to her chest. The smell of Rarity’s perfumes seemed to calm the little filly.

“Shh,” hushed Rarity and stroke her sister’s mane. “You’re safe now. I’ll make sure no one will hurt you ever again.”

“Ah hate to be interruptin’ but do you know who did this to ya?” asked Applejack coaxingly.

“Applejack!” exclaimed Rarity angrily. “She’d just woken up! Let her at least rest a bit before you start to interview her about… her assault.”

Rarity held back her tears as she hugged her sister closer.

“I can’t believe someone would do this… And to a little filly no less!”

“I… I can’t…,” whispered Sweetie Belle into her sisters chest.

“W-what?” asked Rarity worryingly, loosening her grip.

“I can’t… remember,” whispered the little filly, tears forming in her eyes. “But… but I can still feel it… it hurts… it hurts so much.”

“It’s just memories,” hushed Rarity and stroke her sister’s mane again. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“Wait… so ya can’t remember who raped ya?” asked Applejack surprised.

“Don’t say that word!” said Rarity and glared at the farm pony. “She doesn’t need to remember that.”

“Sorry, but if she can’t tell us who rap-… who did this to her, then we might not be able to catch him,” said Applejack and stared at Rarity. “Ah don’t like to question her like this either, but we don’t have any choice. If her attacker isn’t caught he might do this again. You don’t want this to happen to somepony else, do you?"

“No… but I don’t want to cause my sister anymore pain than she already is in!” shouted Rarity, holding Sweetie Belle in her protecting embrace.

“I… I understand,” said Sweetie Belle, trying to make her voice sound steady. “I’ll… try to remember… if it helps you stop him.”
Apple Bloom walked over to the other side of the bed, opposite to Rarity, and held her friend’s hoof.

“Ya can do this, Sweetie Belle,” said Apple Bloom. “I won’t let him hurt you again. You’re a Cutiemark Crusader and Cutiemark Crusaders protect each other! Also… Babs have disappeared. She might have been taken by the pony who did this to you.”

Sweetie Belle cringed at Babs name. Closing her eyes, she felt herself slip into the turmoil of her memories.

“I… I was alone with Babs,” said Sweetie Belle, shuddering in her voice. “Then… something happened. Before I knew it, Babs was gone and… and… somepony was… it hurt so much!”

Sweetie Belle let her tears roll down her cheeks as she pushed herself against Rarity.

“I… I didn’t see Babs anywhere. I got so sleepy. The pain suddenly disappeared and everything went black. Then I woke up here.”

“Can you describe him for us?” asked Applejack timidly. “The stallion who did this to you?”
Sweetie Belle lay quiet for a while, staring into her sister’s white fur, before opening her mouth.

“I… I can’t remember what he looked like… but I remember his breaths and moans. And the strange thing is… it sounded like a mare.”

Three load bangs on the door startled Fluttershy.

“Eep!” squeaked the yellow Pegasus. “I-I’m coming!”

Fluttershy opened the door and was met with Babs gentle smile.

“Hi Fluttershy,” said Babs, smiling even wider. “Can I come in for a second? There’s something I need to ask you.”

“Oh… s-sure,” said Fluttershy surprised. “Make yourself at home. I’ll… get some tea for you. If you… want some.”

“Sure,” said Babs as she walked past Fluttershy and into the cottage.

Fluttershy gave her a quick smile before flying into the kitchen. As the Pegasus disappeared, Angel jumped in through the open window. Upon seeing Babs he immediately felt that something was wrong.

“Do you want honey in you tea?” asked Fluttershy from the kitchen.

“Sure,” said Babs while walking towards Angel, giving the little bunny a devious smile.

Before Angel could react Babs launched forward, gripped him by the neck and tossed him out through the window. He gave out a small squeal as he was hurled outside and before he could jump in again Babs quickly closed the window and rolled down the curtains.

“Angel?” said Fluttershy as she came forth with two cups of tea.

“He hasn’t been here,” lied Babs and stepped away from the window.

“Oh, I must have been imagining it then,” said Fluttershy and smiled. “Um… what was it you wanted to talk about?”

Babs sat down on the couch next to Fluttershy and sighed, knowing what was about to happen. Fluttershy had always been nice to her every time she visited her cousin. Babs hated herself for doing this but if she was unable to stop herself from raping one of her closest friends it would be impossible to suppress her urges now. Even if she didn't want to do this, a part of her yearned to defile the yellow Pegasus, to corrupt something so pure and innocent, to see her write beneath her in agony and humiliation. Babs couldn't stop herself from smiling at the thought, blushing as she felt her nub starting to throb in excitement.

“A-are you alright?” asked Fluttershy worryingly. “You look very… red. Are you feeling sick? Do you want me to call a doctor?”

“N-no,” said Babs, trying to resist the will to pounce the defenseless mare. “I… I've never felt better.”

“Oh… okay,” said Fluttershy relived. “I was worried you might have gotten that nasty flue that’s been going around.”

Babs inched closer as the yellow mare spoke and brushed her hoof seductively against Fluttershys thigh.

“Eek!” squeaked Fluttershy and flew up into the air. “W-what are you doing, Babs?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Babs cut herself off and tried to sound as innocent as she could. “Now you’re going to hate me!”

“I-it’s okay, sweetie,” said Fluttershy and landed besides the couch. “I just got surprised, that’s all. I won’t hate you.”

“Really?” sniffed Babs. “You won’t hate me?”

“Of course I won’t,” said Fluttershy and gave the filly a gentle smile.

“I’m so sorry!” cried Babs, sprung up to Fluttershy and hugged her.

“I-it’s okay, sweetie,” hushed the yellow mare and patted Babs on her back. “It will be alright.”

“Yes…” said Babs before her tone changed and a malicious grin appeared on her face. “… but not for you.”

Before Fluttershy could react Babs threw her down and pinned her to the floor. Fluttershy tried to push the crazed filly off her but Babs held her down with an impossible strength. Breathing heavily through her nostrils, Babs lowered her head towards the mare bellow her and whispered in her ear.

“Sorry for putting up that sappy act but I had to catch you off guard. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of questions but we’ve got to save those for later. You see, I have some pent up frustration within me and that musky scent coming from your bedroom doesn’t exactly help.”

Fluttershy blushed as Babs began to grind her moist sex against the yellow mare’s leg.

“I bet you touch yourself every night,” teased Babs and kissed Fluttershy on the cheek. “Staining the sheets with your juices, screaming into your pillow as you ride out your orgasms!”

“N-no!” protested Fluttershy, her mind finally catching up to her. “W-why are you doing this, Babs? Fillies shouldn’t-“

“You know, for having that innocent looking face of yours, you’re a real pervert,” cooed Babs and laughed as she stroke Fluttershys moist slit.

Flutterhy flinched as the hoof touched her lower mouth, sending spikes of pleasure through her body. It began to circle around her little nub before pressing against it, making the yellow mare cry out in pleasure.

“I thought you would be harder to seduce,” said Babs. “I guess you wanted this all along, didn’t you?”

“N-no!” cried Fluttershy embarrassed. “Please, stop! I really don’t want to do this! I’m not ready!”

“But I am as ready as I can be,” said Babs and grinned as her nub began to swell and grow.
Fluttershy watched in horror as the tiny little nub between Babs legs grew into a stallion’s beastly cock.

“I’m going to rape you with this,” said Babs flatly. “You can cry all you want but I won’t stop. I’ll fill you with my seed and make you mine!”

Realizing what was about to happen, Fluttershy began to panic and desperately tried to push Babs off of her.

“Somepony, help!” screamed Fluttershy. “Babs, please, we can talk this through!”

“Just give up already,” said Babs. “This will be much easier for both of us if you do.”

“Get on with it!” hissed Trixie’s voice as it invaded the little filly’s mind. “I can’t hold these damn animals at bay forever!”

Babs sighed before meeting Fluttershy’s gaze.

“It’s pretty thick… but I think you can take it.”

The little filly aligned her member with the moist slit and gave it a gentle nudge with the tip. Fluttershy flinched as the lengthy rod ground itself against her opening. With a bit more pressure, Babs started to part the fleshy folds and the tip began to make its way inside.

“I… said… NO!” screamed Fluttershy angrily and gave Babs the Stare.

“Nice try, but you’ve got to try a bit harder than that if you want to stop me,” cackled Babs, took a firm grip around the yellow mare’s waist and shoved her member forward as hard as she could.

Fluttershy’s scream of agony filled the cottage as the thick girth invaded her tight virgin hole. Her fleshy walls squeezed around the member, trying to stop its advance, but to no avail. The muscles were strained beyond their limits as Babs pushed more and more of her member inside of the writhing mare beneath her. Thankfully for Fluttershy, her vagina was already quite moist even before Babs began her assault. Her body had already surrendered at the mere sight and scent of the giant cock.

Babs grunted in pleasure as she shoved more and more of the member inside the tight hole. The walls squeezed, rubbed and milked at her as she parted them. With a final moan she thrust her member all the way inside, hitting the cervix of the poor mare, and slamming her hips against Fluttershy with a loud smack. Babs was lost in a complete bliss. The hole was tight, not as painfully tight as Sweetie Belle and not as puffy as Zecora, but the way the wet walls wriggled, squeezed and gripped at her appendage sent her pleasure rocketing to new heights.

“D-damn… you are the best one so far,” moaned Babs and gritted her teeth.

Fluttershy perked her ears at Babs words.

“The best one so far?” panted Fluttershy under ragged breaths. “What do you mean?”

“I do want to tell you… but why spoil the surprise?” answered Babs with a grin and began to retract her member.

Fluttershy let out a squeal as the thick rod retracted halfway out before stopping, leaving an emptiness behind, an emptiness she’d never felt before. Then, with a forceful jerk of her hips, Babs shoved it inside again. The tip crashed down on the cervix, making it spill out juices and lubricating the member, and the hips slammed against Fluttershy again. Babs repeated the motion, faster this time as she began to crave more and more pleasure, and juices began to drip out from the tight slit.

“You like this don’t you?” teased Babs as she rutted her victim. “You’re already so wet.”

“I… Ah!” Fluttershy’s voice was cut off as pleasure surged through her body, making it writhe and spasm under Babs.

Each time the meaty rod hit her cervix, each time it dove into her tight hole, Fluttershy felt like she could melt away in pleasure. She didn’t like it but as her mind said ‘no’, her body said ‘yes’, accepting the lust filled filly’s every thrust.

Babs picked up the pace once more, filling the cottage with the sound of their moans and the wet slurping sound as her tick girth was forced in and out of the wet sex. Each time she shoved it deep into Fluttershy, juices shot out between the small gaps between the cock and the fleshy walls, staining the wooden floor behind them. Babs, now completely lost in her own lust, began to hump Fluttershy like a dog in heat. Her thrusts became harder and faster, sending Fluttershy closer to the edge.

“I… I can’t…” cried Fluttershy as the member slammed against her swollen womb, over and over, each time sending a wave of pleasure rocketing through her body.

Babs didn’t hear her, her mind lost in the white mist of pleasure. The little filly pressed her sweaty body against Fluttershy, placed her head against the yellow mare’s chest and breathed in the musky scent, all while she was thrusting wildly.

Fluttershy gasped for air as the pleasure began to reach its peak and she started to thrust her own hips against Babs. The yellow mare put both her fore and back hooves around Babs, clinging to her tormentor, and screamed as the orgasm rocked her body, making her jerk her hips against Babs even as the orgasm flowed through her. A tidal wave of juices shot out from her womb, forced its way around the member and squirted out against Babs belly.

Feeling Fluttershy orgasm, her juices coating the member and her fleshy walls milk and squeeze around the thick girth, made Babs thrust as fast and hard as she could, not stopping for a second. She slammed her hips against Fluttershy as hard as she could and moaned with each thrust she took, her own orgasm not being far away.

Fluttershy was exhausted and tired but Babs didn’t stop. As the little filly slammed at her womb again and again, the yellow mare felt another orgasm approach rapidly and it was a big one. The pleasure surged through her loins, up her hips and spread out through her entire body. A couple of forceful thrusts from Babs was all it took to send her over the edge once again. Fluttershy screamed as loudly as she could, clung to Babs and convulsed and spasmed as her juices shot out of her once again.

Feeling the yellow mare’s second orgasm Babs was finally sent over the edge. She thrusted wildly before slamming her cock into Fluttershy, all the way down to the base, and pressed the tip against the swollen womb with all the strength she could muster. A moan of pleasure and relief escaped her mouth as the first load of seed was pumped into the ravaged womb. As more and more sperm was pumped inside the womb it eventually spilled over, gushing out from the slit and mixing with Fluttershy’s juices.
After a minute or two, Babs slowly dragged out her limp member and it came loose with a wet plop. As if removing the plug, a wave of sperm and juices flowed out from Fluttershy and created a puddle on the floor.

“Well done,” said Trixie and entered the cottage.

“Y-you!” panted the exhausted Fluttershy at the sight of the blue mare.

“Geez,” Trixie frowned and shot Fluttershy with a ray of blue magic.

Fluttershy lost consciousness as soon as the magic hit her and her body went limp.

“So that was the first one,” said Trixie triumphantly. “Now there’s only four more to go and then I’ll have my revenge!”
The blue mare cackled as Babs got up on her hooves.

“It’s Twilight, isn’t it?” said Babs. “It’s her you want revenge on, isn’t it!? That’s why you make me rape her friends!”

“You finally figured it out, didn’t you?” said Trixie with a laugh. “Then you know what to do.”

“But there’s one thing I don’t get,” said Babs before Trixie had time to leave the cottage. “Why did you make me rape Zecora? And Sweetie Belle!?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” said Trixie with a malicious grin. “I don’t want to rouse unnecessary suspicion.”

“But isn’t getting attention the whole point with raping Twilight’s friends?”

“Do you really think that raping her friends is all I have planned?” cooed Trixie. “The rape is just a part of my grand coup d'etat!”

“W-what?” asked Babs, worried that something far more sinister was going on.

“As you said yourself, ‘why spoil the surprise’,” said Trixie teasingly and gave Babs a mischievous smile. “Come now, we still got work to do and you got more mares to rape.”

Babs sighed, knowing that she could never go back after what she had done, and with no other option she followed Trixie out of the cottage. But even as she followed the blue mare, a feeling remained within her, a feeling that told her that whatever Trixie had planned it was going to get much, much worse…

Author's Note

This took a lot longer than I thought. IRL shit always gets in the way, huh.

If you find any errors or if you got any tips, feel free to leave a comment.
... and yes, I feel like a total douche bag after writing the Sweetie Belle and Fluttershy scenes. I'm so sorry! *cries*

Oh well, who am I gonna make mentally scarred next?