Chapter 3

The sun had begun to set over Ponyville, the warm light slowly being swallowed by the mountaintops. Rainbow Dash flew over the clouds with a frustrated look on her face. Fluttershy had promised to take care of her pet tortoise, Tank, by midday but she hadn’t shown up at all. Fortunately for Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo was more than willingly to help her out, especially after their “flying lessons”. Rainbow Dash felt a sting of guilt when she thought back at their fillyfooling on the cloud. If her friends knew she had fooled around with a foal, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle’s best friend no less, who knew what they would do? But the memory of Scootaloo’s blissful face, the intimacy they had experienced with one another, filled her with happiness.

“Totally worth it,” thought Rainbow Dash and giggled as she swooped down towards the ground.

A sudden squeaking noise made her stop midair and look around in confusion, searching for the source of the strange sound. Looking down at the patch of grass bellow her she finally noticed a familiar white bunny jumping up and down in desperation, squeaking and screaming at her.

“What the hay has gotten into you?” exclaimed Dash as she lowered herself towards the bunny.

Angel continued to squeak while motioning for Rainbow Dash to follow him. Normally, Dash would just ignore the irritating bunny but this time there was something with his desperate and odd behavior that made her slightly worried. Without further ado she began to follow him towards Fluttershy’s cottage.

“I… I see,” said Twilight with a pained expression. “And you’re sure the rap… I mean, the assailant, was a mare?”

It had taken an excessive amount of persuasion from both Applejack and Apple Bloom to make Rarity accept asking Twilight for help and the lavender mare had to promised not to tell anypony else about what had happen to her sister before she was let inside the hospital room. After completing a memory-block spell on Sweetie Belle, attempting to seal off as much of her memories of the rape as possible, the little filly was sound asleep and the rest had left her to recover, except Apple Bloom who stayed by her side, refusing to let go of her hoof.

“If my sister says it was a mare then it most certainly was one,” said Rarity. “Even though it sounds crazy my sister wouldn’t lie about that.”

“I don’t think she did,” said Twilight calmly. “But perhaps she might have perceived some things differently due to the trauma she went through?”

“Maybe...,” admitted Rarity. “But I still don’t think we should disregard it either. It may sound unlikely but I have a nagging feeling that something is ‘off’ with this whole ordeal.”

“What could be more ‘off’ than ya sister bein’ raped an’ all?” said Applejack without thinking, earning a stern look from Rarity.

“I’m just saying that we shouldn't disregard any options at this point,” explained Rarity, still giving Applejack a hard glance.

“You’re right, Rarity,” said Twilight, breaking the heavy atmosphere between Rarity and Applejack. “Until we get more facts about who did this, and why, we should remain open to all options.”

“And there’s one more thing,” Applejack, concern washing over her face. “Babs is still missin’. Ah’m so worried Ah might break. What if she’s bein’-“

Twilight put a calming hoof on her shoulder.

“I know how you feel, Applejack, and don’t worry; we’ll find Babs and stop the assailant before he… or she… can do anymore harm.”

“Yes, of course we will,” said Rarity confidently in an attempt to reassure Applejack, and probably herself as well. “I’m sure we will find whoever did this dreadful thing before the night is over!”

“Could ya be quiet out here,” said Apple Bloom irritated as she stuck her head out the door. “Sweetie Belle’s tryin’ to sleep in here.”

“O-of course,” answered Rarity in a hushed tone, slightly embarrassed.

“We were leaving anyway,” said Twilight and smiled at the little filly.

“We are!?” said Applejack and Rarity in unison.

“Well, we aren’t going to find the perpetrator if we just sit in here, now would we?” stated Twilight and raised an eyebrow and the two ponies.

“But I can’t leave my sister in this vulnerable state,” protested Rarity. “What if the assailant would return for her? Oh woe, the thought!”

“We gotta find mah cousin!” exclaimed Applejack angrily. “Besides, Apple Bloom is here an’ she’ll watch over ya sis.”

“But Apple Bloom would be no match for-“

“Rarity,” interrupted Twilight. “This is a hospital. There’s no safer place in Ponyville for your sister right now. And I honestly doubt the perpetrator would come after the same victim twice, especially when the victim is in a secure place like a hospital.”

Rarity seemed to calm down at Twilight’s words, sighing with relief.

“If you say so I have to believe you.”

“Yeah, Twilight’s right,” said Applejack. “Imagine if somepony were to steal an apple, lock it up in one of those ‘vaults’ and then try to steal the darn thing again.”

“Be a dear and don’t compare my sister to an apple,” said Rarity irritated.

“An’ what’s wrong with bein’ an apple?” exclaimed Applejack angrily.

“I don’t want my sister to be compared to a darn fruit!” said Rarity and glared at Applejack.

“Who ya calling a ‘darn fruit’-“

“Girls!” shouted Twilight, getting the attention of the two mares. “If we want to catch the perpetrator before morning we should start as soon as possible.”

“But wherever should we start?” asked Rarity dejectedly.

“At the source,” answered Twilight and continued as the two mares stared at her in confusion. “The clubhouse.”

Apple Bloom sighed as the voices of the three mares disappeared down the hall. She clenched Sweetie Belle’s hoof in her own, gently stroking the other filly’s mane. Thankfully, Sweetie Belle hadn’t woken up from the earlier noises and let out a drawn out yawning before returning to her peaceful sleep. Apple Bloom felt Sweetie Belle’s exhaustion wash over her and she slowly leaned her head against the bedside. Before she closed her eyes she heard Sweetie Belle utter a single word.
“Babs…”

The sun had all but disappeared behind the mountains, leaving Ponyville in an eerie darkness. Trixie and Babs made their way down the dirt road at the far edge of the town, close enough to have a good view of the town but too far off for anypony to spot them. Babs, walking behind Trixie, raised her voice.

“W-who are we going to…-“ she cut herself off, reforming her question. “Who’s our next victim?”

Trixie stopped and stared at Babs with her cold gaze.

“Why so curious,” she cooed. “Afraid I might pick one of your former friends again?”

“F-former!?” exclaimed Babs confused. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, excuse me,” said Trixie sarcastically. “I just don’t think your… friends… would want to be with you anymore since you, well, raped one of them. In fact, I doubt anypony in Ponyville, or anywhere else for that matter, would want to be within five meters of you. Who’d know when you’d give in to your urges and attack them on the spot?”

Trixie allowed herself a short laugh, safe with the knowledge that they were too far away for anypony in Ponyville to hear them. Upon seeing Babs heartbroken expression as the hard truth of Trixie’s words slowly sunk in, the mare gave the tear eyed filly a grim smile.

“Now, now,” she said a bit smoother and playfully stroked Babs over her pink mane. “Don’t cry. I know exactly what would get you on other thoughts.”

Suddenly something swooshed over their heads and crashed right into the tree beside the road, breaking several branches, before falling down into the bush bellow. Upon a closer look Babs saw that it was a Pegasus, a grey mare with a yellow mane and bubbles for a cutiemark, and a brown mail satchel around her waist.

“Hm, not what I had in mind but I guess that’ll do,” said Trixie, slightly amused by having a mare drop down from the sky as if it was ordered. “I guess I’ll show you the surprise another time.”

Babs looked up on Trixie as she caught her attention.

“Surprise? What surprise?”

“Who’s getting a surprise?” said the cross-eyed grey mare suddenly, staring awkwardly at the two ponies.

“Nothing, miss…,” began Trixie with a fake charm but stopped and leaned towards Babs.

“What’s her name,” whispered Trixie.

“I’m Derpy Hooves,” said Derpy before Babs could answer and smiled while making an attempt at standing up, resulting in her leg getting caught in one of the bush´s branches making her trip headfirst off the bush.

“That… would actually explain a lot,” said Trixie while staring at the strange mare lying on the ground. “But I think we can work with this… or rather, I think you can work with this.”

Trixie gave Babs a small wink with her eye before shoving Derpy behind the bush. Babs followed Trixie and saw that the grey mare was already subdued by Trixie’s powerful magic.

“There, now she won’t fly anywhere,” said Trixie, giving the terrified mare at her hooves a smug smile. “She looks a bit cold, don’t you think, Babs? Why don’t you be a dear and warm her up.”

Babs, knowing full well what Trixie meant, swallowed as she walked closer to the mare. She hated to admit it, but she actually looked forward to what was going to happen next. Or at least the new side of her did. She could already feel her clit throb in anticipation.

Derpy, on the other hand, didn’t seem as excited. She fought against the magic that held her down as she time and time again tried to extend her wings but to no avail, they remained locked against her body. The mail bag had been carelessly thrown to the side, its contents thrown out and scattered around them. Her legs left heavy and weak, as if all the strength were being drained from her limbs. She opened her mouth, trying to scream, but only a hoarse croak escaped her mouth before it was clamped shut by Trixie’s hoof.

“Can’t have you making a ruckus, now can we?” hissed the blue mare before her eyes flashed brightly and she casually removed her hoof.

As soon as the hoof left her snout Derpy made a new attempt at calling for help. But this time her mouth wouldn’t open. All she could do was to squeal, much to Trixie’s amusement. Derpy let out a particularly loud noise as Babs planted her hooves on her flank, lifting her ass up and moving her yellow tail out of the way.

Upon seeing the grey mare’s pink slit, Babs started to rub her own clit in excitement. As she rubbed, the pleasure spread through her body, but something seemed off. Babs rubbed harder and faster, making her juices dribble down onto her hoof. Her clit was throbbing, almost pulsating with excitement, but it still wouldn’t grow into that rock hard cock that she now missed more than ever. The pleasure she felt as she rubbed herself was nothing compared to the heavenly feeling of plunging deep into another mare and the sweet release of filling up another pony’s womb to the brim. As the seconds ticked on Babs rubbed faster and harder, her pace increasing with her worry. When she had rubbed her now reddened clit nonstop for almost a whole minute she turned towards Trixie.

“Something is wrong!” panted Babs, desperation filling her every word. “It won’t come out! It won’t… it won’t grow!”

“Oh, is that so?” said Trixie with a fake surprise. “What will you do now I wonder?”

“W-why?” was all Babs managed to say as the need for release grew ever stronger.

“I thought you didn’t like your new toy,” answered Trixie teasingly. “You were so hesitant with the other mares, heck you’ve even outright defied me once, so I thought I’d remove your appendage.”

“N-no,” begged Babs, the pressure and need growing close to her boiling point. “Give it back… please. I… I want it… I need it…”

“You don’t sound too convincing,” said Trixie coldly.

“I’ll… I’ll rape anyone you want… I’ll even rape… I’ll even… I’ll rape Apple Bloom!”

Babs grew quiet. Even through all the skyrocketing feeling that coursed through her body the thought of what she just said hit her as a sledgehammer. She was prepared to rape her cousin, her best friend, for nothing but the sake of her own pleasure.

“What have I become?” whimpered Babs to herself as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I admit,” said Trixie slightly impressed. “I didn’t think you’d say that.”

To even hear Trixie being surprised at how degenerate she had become made Babs feel even worse.

“But I still won’t give it back to you,” continued Trixie teasingly. “Try to relieve yourself until I say stop. Think of it as a… test.”

“B-but how do I-“

“Use your hooves, use the mare, use the damn tree if it pleases you, I don’t care!” snapped Trixie irritated before regaining her composure. “Just try to entertain me, will you? I’m getting bored watching you have all the fun.”

Babs gave Trixie a frustrated look before shifting her gaze to the pink slit in front of her. She began to rub her clit again, quickly building the pace. She kept her eyes fixated at the pussy, sniffing Derpy’s sweet scent, doubling her own excitement. She kept sniffing and quickening her pace until she was rubbing as fast as she could. Juices flew all over the place as it flowed out of her needy sex and hit her fast moving hoof. Babs, not content with her hoof, stopped her rubbing and decided to let Derpy in on the fun. The grey mare squealed as Babs put her hooves on her flank once again, mounting her and moved her clit towards the pink slit as if it was a cock. The little filly pushed her hips forward, shoving Derpy against the ground, and began to rub her own sex against the grey mare’s. She pushed harder against Derpy, desperate for more contact, and thrusted as fast as she could.

Derpy had never been with another pony before so the feeling of having her sex ravaged in this way was completely new to her. Even though she was being pounded and violated behind a bush by a little foal, Derpy couldn’t help but get excited as pleasure rocked her loins with each thrust the filly made. Their hips slammed against each other, making their juices mix and collide as the two moist slits met. Suddenly, the little filly rolled her over to the side, lifted her leg up while straddling her other leg, before moving their slits closer to one another again.

Babs jerked forward, slamming her wet snatch into Derpy, making the mare squeal yet again but this time not out of fear but out of pleasure. She began to grind their hips together, making sure their clits hit each other each time she moved, until she retracted her hips a few inches and slamming back against the moist sex. She repeated her thrusting, harder and faster, while still making a grinding motion. Babs clung to Derpy’s outstretched leg while humping the mare for all she was worth. She started to feel close. The pleasure built faster and faster, her clit throbbed wildly and her breath became ragged and hoarse. Her moans came out as whimpers and her thrusts got even faster as she raced towards the edge.

“Stop!” commanded Trixie and cut through Babs blissful state.

Even though she was so close, Babs slowed down and stopped. She didn’t even want to think about what would have happen if she had kept going. Trixie gave her a half smile as she obeyed the command.

“Good, you passed the test,” said Trixie. “Now I’ll give you back your little toy, but in return I want you to use this mare’s asshole instead of her vagina. But make sure that you orgasm in her womb, or else I’ll have to get the sperm into her in a lot more painful way.”

Something in Trixie’s eyes said that she wasn’t joking. Babs swallowed and nodded before raising Derpy’s ass up into the air again. As the grey mare stood with her flank up and her face down Babs felt the familiar tingling start in her clit. It didn’t take long before her little nub began to grow and shift into her sizable member. Babs let out a relived sigh at the sight of it, not caring for anything but reaching the sweet release. If it meant ruining this cross-eyed mare’s ass then it was a sacrifice she was willing to take. Babs spit out some drool on her hoof and rubbed the saliva along the length of the member, making it nice and wet. Then she pressed her mouth against Derpy’s ass, forcing her tongue inside the tight passage. The mare jerked, trying to get away from the invading tongue, but Babs kept her firmly in place. Her tongue wriggled around, forcing saliva into the tight hole and when the ass was wet and ready for penetration Babs rose to her hind legs and mounted Derpy.

Derpy, who had yet to see Babs new throbbing appendage, thought that the little filly would grind herself against her again but instead something hard and wet poked at her rear end. It was far too hard and far too large to be a clit. Derpy tried to look behind her but her face was shoved so tightly against the ground that turning her head, even remotely, was impossible. All she could do was lie there and pray that it would soon be over.

Babs reached down with a hoof and guided her member towards Derpy’s slick ass. She gave a little push when her cock and Derpy’s asshole was aligned, making the thick rod hit right on target. The mare began to trash around beneath her, trying to get away, but Babs managed to hold her down. She gave another quick push with her hips and the flared head of her cock began to spread the ass open, ever so slowly.

Derpy tried everything to get away. Screaming, which was useless since nothing more than whimpers came out of her mouth, and forcefully getting away, which didn’t work as all her strength was gone. Suddenly she felt something tear as Babs shoved her hips forward, driving the entire length into the writhing mare and slamming her hips against Derpy’s rump. Derpy tried to scream as pain flooded her body. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her cross-eyes darted all over the place, trying to find salvation as if it was hidden somewhere on the ground. The feeling of having her intestines filled until they almost snapped was excruciating. It burned and itched as the fleshy rod throbbed deep within her.

Babs let her hips throb in small spasms as pleasure cut through every vein in her body. Her member was buried in the grey mare’s ass all the way to the hilt. The hole was so tight, so painfully tight, which made it hard to move. Babs slowly wriggles her cock out, inch after inch, until nothing but the flare head remained inside. Then she grunted as she jerked forward, driving the member into the tightly clenched hole. She repeated the motion, this time a little bit faster. Once her hips slammed into the mare for the third time, the ravaged anus had become looser as the muscles had been stretched far too wide. As it became easier to move, Babs sped up her thrusts and pressed harder against the mare’s flank.

Derpy whimpered and let out muffled cries as Babs forced her thick girth inside her again and again. She had given up on trying to escape at this point. With all her hope lost she simply lied there, letting the foal have her way with her.

“It feels… gnnh… so good!” moaned Babs and shook her hips even wilder.

“Hurry it up,” said Trixie unamused as she constantly kept an eye on the road.

“As you… w-wish,” grunted Babs and sped up her pounding even more.

She hilted her cock, time after time, her hips hitting the mare and sweat running down her fur. She felt herself getting closer to an orgasm and with a reluctant jerk backwards she slid the slime-covered member out of Derpy’s torn and swollen ass.
Derpy was relived as the hard cock was removed from her guts, but only for a moment, as panic rushed back to her as the member was pressed against her folds.

Babs pushed against the mare’s nethers, feeling that the pink folds was still wet with marejuice, and eagerly shoved her member down to the hilt. The tip pressed hard against the cervix, forcing even more juice to dribble out over her cock. She resumed her violent thrusting and each time she slammed her hips against Derpy, her cock ground itself against the fertile womb.
Derpy gasped and moaned as her virginity was taken. Even if it hurt a bit it was still better than taking it up her ass. As Babs continued to thurst in and out of her slimy vagina, pleasure slowly spread out through Derpy’s body. Soon, the grey mare was moaning in unison with the little filly.

Babs panted faster as her climax grew ever closer. She forced her cock even deeper, almost parting the cervix, before her orgasm hit her. Babs slammed the cock into the mare with a scream, pressing her hips against Derpy’s flanks, and drew a deep breath as she felt thick spurts of cum flood the womb. Her legs trembled, both from pleasure and exhaustion, and she let her sweaty body collapse on top of the mare.

“Finally done?” asked Trixie impatiently.

Babs sighed and nodded contently.

“Then stop lying there and get up,” snapped Trixie and pushed Babs off the mare, forcing her member out. “We don’t have all night.”

Sperm gushed out as the hole was unplugged and formed a white puddle on the ground. Derpy who had yet to reach and orgasm, whimpered as Trixie’s magic disappeared. But as her mind was clouded, foggy with the intoxicating scent from both her own and Babs sex, she didn’t try to escape. Instead she reached a hoof down and began to pleasure her own clit, desperate to reach an orgasm as well.

“But it seems like she is ready for another round,” said Babs and licked her lips but when she met Trixie’s gaze she immediately regretted uttering those words.

Trixie’s eyes narrowed and she shot a blue ray of magic directly onto Derpy’s swollen clit. Derpy screamed hoarsely, instantly getting a skyrocketing orgasm which sent a spray of marejuice across the ground, before fainting.

“No, she’s not,” declared Trixie irritated and put her memory altering spell on Derpy before walking out onto the road again. “Come, the next one is not far from here.”

“Who is the next one?” asked Babs carefully, afraid to anger Trixie even more. To her surprise, Trixie turned around and gave her a mischievous smile.

“Do you like balloons, my little foal?”

Rainbow Dash arrived at Fluttershys cottage just as the last rays of Celestias warm sun disappeared behind the mountains. Dash landed in front of the door and gave it a few knocks.

“Hey, Fluttershy!? Are you here?”

Dash waited for a response but to no avail. She put her ear against the door and listened and for a moment she thought she heard whimper coming from inside. Angel suddenly kicked her on the hoof and motioned her to go inside.

“Fluttershy, are you alright?” said Dash as she slowly opened the door and peeked inside.

A strong smell of sperm and marejuices hit her which made her wrinkle her nose. She would normally love the scent of a mare’s dripping sex but mixed with the scent of sperm it made her want to vomit. She walked inside and stared at the puddle on the floor.

“What the hay happened here?” she muttered.

Dash suddenly perked her ears as the sound of whimpers reached her again, this time it came from upstairs. She flew up the stairs and slowly walked towards Fluttershy’s room. When she opened the door she saw Fluttershy lying on the bed, crying into a pillow. When the yellow mare heard the door open she lifted her head and met Dash’s confused gaze.

“Rainbow Dash,” whimpered Fluttershy before crying even louder.

“Whoa, what is it, Fluttershy?” asked Dash worryingly and landed on the bed beside her friend.

“I… I was…”

Fluttershy stammered and failed to form a complete sentence.

“Take it easy, Fluttershy,” said Dash. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“No… I-I was… I…” Fluttershy fought back her tears and swallowed. “I was… r-raped.”

Dash stared at her as the words slowly sunk in.

“I was raped!” cried Fluttershy and buried her face in her pillow.

Suddenly, a hoof grabbed her and pressed her against Dash’s chest.

“I’m sorry,” said Dash with a sad voice.

Fluttershy looked at her confusingly.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help you,” Dash stroked her friend’s pink mane as she uttered the words. “But I am here now and I promise you that I’ll never let anyone hurt you like this again.”

Fluttershy let tears roll down her cheeks as she wrapped her hooves around Rainbow Dash.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“What do you want me to do?” asked Rainbow Dash, worried for Fluttershy’s well-being. “If you were… raped, then we should get to the hospital and-“

“I know,” interrupted Fluttershy and nuzzled against Dash’s fur, breathing in her scent. “But right now I just want you to hold me.”
Dash wrapped her hooves around Fluttershy without protest and held her like a little foal as the yellow mare emptied all her tears and sadness into her chest…

“What uh… what exactly are we lookin’ for?” asked Applejack as the three ponies closed in on the treehouse.

“Any traces of seminal fluid, perspiration or other organic fluids from the assailant.” Twilight answered.

“Traces of… what now?” exclaimed Applejack confused.”

“Sperm or sweat,” explained Twilight.

“How are you going to catch this… monster… with just some semen and sweat?” said Rarity with a slight worry in her voice.

“With a spell of course,” said Twilight and gave Rarity a warm smile. “It should lead us right to the perpetrator.”

“Ah hope it does,” said Applejack as they walked up the stairs to the treehouse. “Ah hate to think that the rapist would get away.”

The tree ponies stopped in front of the half closed door. Rarity was visibly trembling when she smelled the scent of sex that oozed out from the door opening.

“Rarity, will you be alright in there?” asked Twilight. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“Don’t worry about me,” said Rarity and forced her body to stop shaking. “Just focus on catching the pony who did it.”

“Ya sure, sugarcube?” said Applejack worringly.

“L-let’s just get it over with,” said Rarity and opened the door before twilight could stop her.

The smell was still string enough to make them wrinkle their noses as they walked into the room. There was a white puddle in the middle of the room, stained with specks of urine, blood and marejuices. Rarity seemed as she was already on the verge of fainting.

“By Celestia, I didn’t think it would look this bad!” she whimpered but Applejack put a hoof on her shoulder.

“Don’t you worry,” said the farm pony. “Twilight will get to the bottom of this.”

“Maybe not…” said Twilight, who had already begun her spell.

“W-what do you mean?” exclaimed Rarity.

“There seems to be some powerful magic mixed with this sperm that prevents me from applying the spell,” explained Twilight and focused even more, making her horn shine brighter. "It… just… won’t… work!”

Twilight gave up shook her head. But suddenly her eyes shot up.

“Wait… I feel something…”

Her horn began to glow again and she closed her eyes.

“Feel what?” said Rarity impatiently but Applejack hushed her.

A whole minute ticked by before Twilight finally opened her eyes and looked at her two friends.

“You were right, Rarity,” said Twilight with a wrinkle between her brows. “There is definitely something off with this. This is not just some ordinary rape, it’s something… else.”

“Could ya explain that?” said Applejack.

Twilight bit her lip before proceeding.

“I think I know who the sperm come from,” said Twilight. “But I don’t think you’re gonna like what I’m about to say, Applejack.”

“Why not?” said Applejack confused before it dawned upon here. “Ya don’t mean mah brother-“

“No, not your brother,” said Twilight. “… The semen belongs to your cousin, Babs.”

Applejack and Rarity stared at Twilight, and then on each other before their gazes returned to the purple mare. Before any of them had a chance to open their mouths, Rainbow Dash came flying in through the open door and landed in a heap on the floor in front of them.

“Rainbow Dash?” exclaimed Twilight confused. “What are you doing here?”

“You… gotta… come… now!” panted Dash.

“How did you know we were here?”

“Apple Bloom… told me,” answered Dash and took a deep breath before wrinkling her nose. “What the hay? It’s the same smell here!”

“Same smell?” said the three ponies.

“Yeah, that’s why I came to find you,” said Dash. “Fluttershy… she’s been…”

“Raped,” finished Rarity with a sigh.

“How did you-“

“My sister was also…” Rarity let her voice trail off.

The four ponies fell into silence before Twilight raised her voice.

“Where is Fluttershy?”

“At the hospital,” said Dash. “I met Apple Bloom there as I dropped her off.”

“So what do we do now?” sighed Rarity hopelessly. “How will we ever catch the mare who did this?”

“Well… there’s one more thing,” said Rainbow Dash. “Fluttershy said she remembered a bit about the rape and… she thinks that the one who raped her is a foal.”

Twilight scratched her cheek before looking at her three friends with determination in her eyes.

“Rarity, Applejack and Rainbow Dash, you three go to Fluttershy and ask her about the rapist.”

“And what will you do?” said Dash.

“Where was Fluttershy raped?” asked Twilight, ignoring Dash’s question.

“In her home, why?”

“Is there any sperm there?”

“A whole puddle of it but I don’t-“

“Good, I need to study it,” said Twilight. “If it matches the sperm here then we will know that it is the same assailant.”

“It’s not mah cousin!” Protested Applejack angrily and stamped her hoof on the floor. “Babs may have been a bit of a bully when she first arrived here but she would never do this to anypony!”

“I’m not saying that it is,” answered Twilight calmly. “I’m just saying that the sperm belonged to your cousin. If, I mean when, we find her we can surely get to the bottom of this.”

“I’m sure your cousin had nothing to do with this,” said Rarity unexpectedly. “It must be someone else’s doing.”

“I’ll meet you at the hospital,” said Twilight and walked out the door.

“Are ya sure you wanna go by yerself?” said Applejack worryingly.

“No offense, but it is easier to work when I’m alone,” said Twilight. “And I need all of you to try to get as much information out of Fluttershy as possible. If the sperm doesn’t match, she is our strongest lead.”

And so they split up, Twilight heading for Fluttershy’s cottage while her friends marched onwards towards the hospital.

“And so, Daring Do reached the top of the candy mountain and defeated the evil chocolate mare. The end.”
Pinkie Pie yawned and closed the book she had borrowed from Rainbow Dash.

“Wasn’t that a good story, Gummy?” chirped Pinkie cheerfully.

Gummy stared at her in silent, like he always did, and slowly closing one eye.

“Haha, I think so too, Gummy!” said Pinkie and giggled. “We got to climb our own candy mountain sometime!”

She put the book on her nightstand and slid down under the warm blankets.

“And then we can swim in the chocolate river and eat giant candy fruits and play in the marzipan grass…”

Even as her eyelids were slowly closing she kept talking to the green crocodile.

“… and then we… can get everyone to… build a giant… gingerbread house.”

With a soft yawn she fell asleep, her thoughts locked on a big gingerbread house.

Suddenly she woke up. She looked at the clock and saw that she hadn’t even been sleeping for more than five minutes. Just as she slid back under her blankets she heard a noise. It sounded like a soft knocking on the window. She curiously turned her eyes towards the bedroom window and saw a red balloon hovering right outside. Pinkie got off her bed and opened the window.

“Mr. Balloon? What are you doing outside this late?” asked Pinkie and reached out a hoof to grab the balloon but it slowly drifted away from her and stopped, just out of reach.

“Mr. Balloon, what are you-“

Her words were cut short as the balloon suddenly flew away towards the back of Sugarcube Corner.

“Mr. Balloon! Where are you going!?” Yelled Pinkie, darted down the stairs and out the front door.

The balloon was seemingly waiting for her at the edge of the town, near the forest. As the pink pony got closer it started to drift away yet again.

“Hey, it’s a bit late to play tag, don’t you think?” said Pinkie before letting out a giggle. “Oh well. I guess we can play a little while before we get to sleep.”

The balloon flew right into the forest, graciously avoiding every branch as it made its way in further and further. Pinkie Pie followed her new friend without a second thought and giggled as she jumped after the balloon in the forest, completely unaware of the danger that lurked just ahead of her.

“Mr. Balloon, wait up!” yelled Pinkie and picked up her speed.

Just as she entered a small clearing in the forest the balloon disappeared with a small “poof”.

“Where did you go? Mr. Ballooooon!? Helloooo!?” Yelled Pinkie Pie.

“Hello there, Pinkie Pie,” said a familiar voice behind her.

“Trixie!?” exclaimed Pinkie surprised before she narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing here? Where is Mr. Balloon?”

“Mr. who?” said Trixie confused and raised an eyebrow. “Nevermind, we need you to help us with something.”

“We?” asked Pinkie and eyed Trixie suspiciously. “Who’s we?”

“Um… Hi Pinkie,” said Babs and walked out from the tree she was hiding behind.

Pinkie broke up into a wide smile at the sight of Babs.

“Hi, you’re Applejacks cousin, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” said Babs and stared down into the ground.

“Oh, that’s right,” said Pinkie as if she just remembered something. “Have you seen Mr. Balloon around here? We were playing tag and he suddenly disappeared. I think he confused ‘tag’ with ‘hide and seek’ but not that I mind because I am fairly good at hide and seek. I remember one time when I was playing with Applejack and we-“

“Oh for the love of!” exclaimed Trixie and interrupted Pinkie. “Will you shut up for just one second?”

“Oooh! I can do that!” chirped Pinkie and closed her mouth.

Exactly one second later she opened it again.

“How was that? Was that good? I thought it was pretty good. You know, you said ‘shut up for one second’ and I totally did that! It kind of reminds me of the time when Rainbow Dash and I-“

“ENOUGH!” Yelled Trixie and shot a burst of magic at Pinkie, silencing her and restraining her on the ground. “Finally! Every time she opens her mouth I feel my braincells committing suicide, one by one!”

Pinkie tried to voice a protest but as her mouth was clamped shut due to Trixie’s magic and she could only mumble and mutter on the ground. Trixie gave Babs a quick look, telling her to being, before stepping back.

Babs looked at the helpless mare on the ground, her clit already throbbing in anticipation. She had seen the pink pony several times before but she had never noticed how cute she was. Her bright-blue eyes, her pink mane, her puffy marehood. It all made her look so innocent, in a way even more innocent than Fluttershy. Babs lowered her head towards Pinkie’s nether region and took a long sniff, letting the musky scent of the mare’s sex, and candy, fill her mind to the brim. With a lust full sigh she pushed back any feelings of guilt, which had been easier and easier to do, and felt how her clit slowly started to sprout into the beautiful yet horrifying flower that she had come to both hate and love.

Pinkie lay sprawled out on her back, the grass tickling her fur. Her head was full of questions; where was Mr. Balloon? How would she repay Rainbow Dash for lending her ‘Daring Do and the Candypocalypse’? Why was Babs sniffing her between her legs? Her eyes darted around the place and landed between Babs own legs. As Pinkie watched how a new length erupted from the little filly’s body she added another question to her head. Why was Babs growing a dick? And why did she get so turned on by it?

Babs let out a small moan as the member reached its full size, throbbing so wildly it was slapping against her belly and pressing against her undeveloped breasts. Her little body was practically shaking with excitement. Even though she had raped Derpy a little while ago her body was still filled with pent-up lust from Trixie’s teasing. It didn’t help that the pink slit in front of her started to drip with marejuices and that the scent became ten times as strong. Babs slowly extended her tongue and made contact with the sweet juices sipping out from the tightly clenched folds. Pinkie let out a small squeak as Babs pushed her snout against the wet mound, letting her lips and tongue cover the entire crotch. The little filly slowly wriggled her tongue in between the slick netherlips, making sure to lick at every inch of Pinkie’s opening.

Pinkie didn’t know what she would think. Even though this whole ordeal felt wrong, she couldn’t deny the surges of pure pleasure that rippled through her body and soul. Even though this little filly forced herself on her she couldn’t help but jerk her hips up in order to push more of Babs mouth into her longing crotch. Each time Babs accidently flicked the little clit with her snout it sent Pinkie’s pleasure skyrocketing. The more Babs licked and prodded against Pinkie’s puffy folds, the more juices came dripping out. If it wouldn’t had been for the magic holding her mouth together, Pinkie would have been moaning with ecstasy by now. The pink mare had no idea she had this much sexual frustration pent up inside her. Even though she masturbated on a regularly basis the amount of lust she felt now couldn’t even compare. She made a mental note to show this awesome feeling to her friends so they could all feel wonderful together. Just the thought of doing the same thing to them that Babs were doing to her right now made her heart beat as if it was trying to punch itself through her chest.

Babs felt how Pinkie’s inside gripped and squirmed around her tongue, how the small bumps in the meaty walls ground themselves against her rough tongue and as she slowly redrew her mouth the slit tried desperately to hold her in place. Babs have the fleshy, erect little clit a quick lick before completely removing her mouth from Pinkie’s marehood. Pinkie gave out a frustrated squeal and the pleasure stopped and instinctively jerked her hips upwards, pleading for release. Babs was a bit surprised at how eager Pinkie seemed. But she quickly overcame the sudden shock of seeing the mare willingly spread her legs for her. It only spurred her on even more. Babs spit into her hoof and rubbed it up and down her throbbing shaft, the meaty rod getting wet and slippery with the filly’s saliva. Once it was ready, she positioned the member in front of Pinkie’s slit and pressed the flared head against the small opening.
Pinkie squealed, both with terror and anticipation. One side of her was scared half to death at the mere thought of having that huge meaty pole impaling her while another side of her was curious; what would happen if she actually was impaled? What would it feel like? How far would it reach? The pink mare’s thought was cut short as Babs suddenly gave in to the lust, pressed her hooves onto Pinkie’s stomach and pushed her hips forward.

Babs, knowing that both her dick and Pinkie’s vagina was overflowing with spit and marejuices, didn’t bother taking it slow. As soon as the flared head was inside, the little filly thrusted her hips violently into the pink mare, too lost in the heavenly bliss of complete ecstasy to even bother if Pinkie could take it all. The tip of the member hit the cervix, making the pink mare squeak beneath the filly, and there was still at least 3 inches that didn’t fit inside the tight hole. The sheer size of the meat appendage made Pinkie’s mound bulge out in an attempt to contain it all. The little filly grunted as she forcefully pushed herself out of Pinkie, which was easier said than done considering that the meaty walls around the member squeezed it as a vice every time it moved.

“Pinkie… you gotta… ease up a bit,” grunted Babs, sweat trailing down her forehead and dropping on top of Pinkie’s matted fur. “I can hardly, unf, move.”

“Are you letting yourself get beaten by this pathetic mare?” chuckled Trixie. “If you can’t defeat her, I have no further need of you. And you know who I would replace you with.”

“Apple Bloom,” whispered Babs to herself, feeling her strength return anew.

Placing one hoof on each of the pink mare’s hips, the little filly began to forcefully thrust forward, plunging down into the depths again. Then she withdrew her hips, the slit making a slurping sound as the member was partially removed, before the tight hole was filled once again. Each time Babs slammed her hips into Pinkie, the flared head of her dick punched against the cervix as if it was trying to get into her womb. As Babs got used to the tightness and strength of Pinkie’s slit, she picked up her pace. The wriggly meaty walls of flesh, covered in slime, squeezed and milked at the shaft as it went in and out of small hole. Each their hips met, each time the member violently crashed against the swollen womb, the walls contracted and clamped down around the invading rod. Pleasure rocked Babs legs, making it hard to thrust, but she simply laid herself on top of Pinkie, letting the pink mare support her entire weight, and resumed her violent bucking.

Pinkie had never felt as good as she did now. She felt so full, both from being completely stuffed and from having wave upon wave of pleasure course through her pink body. She jerked her hips, trying to meet Babs thrusts, wanting her to go even deeper. Babs suddenly grunted louder and picked up the pace once again. Pinkie looked up at Babs, who was lying on top of her bulging stomach, thrusting away for all she was worth, and almost giggled when she saw the reddened and flushed face of the little filly as she was nearing her climax. Feeling a familiar feeling building in her loins, Pinkie knew she was also about to fire her own partycannon. And it was going to be a big one.

Babs felt how the mare under her began to squirm as the pleasure rose to its peak. The little filly continued to grunt and thrust as fast and hard as she could, slamming against Pinkie’s crotch with her own. Her pants grew ever more frantic as she desperately tried to increase her pace, thrusting so hard she made the pink mare squirt out her marejuices.

“I’m… it’s going to… unf… ugh,” Babs grunted and panted as sweat and marejuices flew in all directions.

Pinkie Pie suddenly let out a muffled scream and convulsed under Babs as a sky shattering orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer. Her hips spasmed and frantically jerked upwards against Babs in an attempt to ride out the biggest orgasm in her life. As her orgasm rocked her body and sent it into a spasmic haze of pleasure, marejuices and slime gushed out around the still thursting member.

It was like a torrent hit Babs right at her most sensitive place. Enormous amounts of juices squirted out from the cervix like a hose, flooding the vagina and once the pressure became too much it forced itself out around the meat rod. Feeling this, Babs could no longer hold on. With a shriek of pleasure she screamed and grunted as her orgasm hit her as well. She pushed herself as far inside as she could, emptying everything inside Pinkie’s swollen womb. Spurt upon spurt of cum shot out from the dick, filling the womb to the brim, before being forced out around the thick girth.

Babs and Pinkie gasped in unison and lay collapsed in a heap on the ground. Pinkie suddenly felt how Trixie’s magic released her from its firm hold. The pink mare brought up two hooves and gently hugged Babs, who instantly got stiff as a rock.

“That was funny!” chirped Pinkie, just as cheerful as usual, while giggling. “My mind went all woozie. It felt SO good!”

“I’m so sorr-… wait what!?” exclaimed Babs surprised. “You’re not angry?”

“Why would I be angry?” laughed the pink mare and stroked Babs over her equally pink mane. “You showed me something super-duper ultra-mega fun! I can’t wait until I can tell Twilight and the others about this!”

“B-but-“

“But we’re not done yet,” giggled Pinkie Pie. “Now that I can move and all, I got to repay the favor!”

Before Babs could react, Pinkie shoved her to the ground. As she lay on her back, Pinkie crawled on top of her and aligned the still stiff member with her wet mare-entrance.

“And besides, the readers got to have a little bit of variation,” said Pinkie before slamming her hips down upon Babs. “A little ‘reverse-rape’ should do nicely, so hold on!”

“Reade- AH!”

Babs words got stuck in her throat as new pleasure surged her body. She tried to fight back but all her previous strength was gone. As the roles were now switched, all she could do was to lay there and get violated as Pinkie had her way with her. The dominator was now the one getting dominated. Pinkie, being much larger than the little filly, had no trouble with forcing the large girth in and out of her. She picked up the pace, marejuices and sperm squirting out from her slit each time she slammed down, and she soon reached a fast yet steady rhythm were she would happily bounce away on top of Babs. In an act of desperation, Babs called out to Trixie.

“T-Trixie! Get this… crazy mare off me!”

“Why?” was Trixie’s cold answer. “This is quite a show. Unexpected but equally amusing.”

“Didn’t… ah… unf… say that we didn’t have time to fool around?”

“Back talking me doesn’t really help your current situation,” said Trixie irritated. “How about we turn this into a punishment? It would be a fitting lesson for you, my naughty little foal. Wasn't it you who wanted to rape that poor... er... Gerpy, or whatever her name was, a second time?”

Trixie horn glowed and two rays of magic hit both of the ponies in front of her. As soon as the magic hit Pinkie Pie she stopped, only for a moment, before her pants grew into a frantic state and she started to violently pump the thick shaft, squeezing and clamping down with her pussy at the same time. The pink mare, completely lost in a cloud of bliss, gripped Babs by her shoulders and slammed down harder than Babs thought possible. It was as if Pinkie was jumping up and down on her throbbing member, forcing it in and out of the now swollen nether lips with alarming speed.

“Agh!” screamed Babs as tears formed in her eyes. “Not so hard Pinkie, it hurts!”

“She can’t hear you,” said Trixie and grinned. “I hit her with a simple, yet powerful, lust spell that will make her buck you to death… unless I stop her of course.”

“N-no, I don’t wanna die,” cried Babs meekly.

“Don’t be stupid,” said Trixie and rolled her eyes. “I still need you, for the time being.”

“Please, I get it,” cried Babs and desperately tried to force Pinkie off her, resulting in Pinkie pinning down her hooves. “I… I promise I won’t defy you again! I- GAH!”

Babs voice was cut off as Pinkie slammed down extra viciously. Babs thought the pink mare was going to pump her again but Pinkie Pie sat still. That’s when she felt it. Pinkie’s cervix was slowly grinding itself against the flared head of her cock, pressing and nudging.

“I want to feel you even further inside,” panted Pinkie Pie. “I want you deeper… as deep as you can go!”

The pink mare pressed her hips further down until Babs felt how the flared tip of her penis suddenly breached the inner barrier and slammed into the unprotected womb. All three of the remaining inches that she wasn’t able to fit inside before, was now easily swallowed by Pinkie’s swollen marehood. Taking in the entire member made her stomach bulge out even more.

Pinkie Pie screamed as an orgasm hit her, sending marejuices squirting out all over Babs stomach and chest. Even though she just had an orgasm she instantly started to pump the shaft again. As the member was now inside her womb she couldn’t thrust as far up as she could before. The furthest she came was up to the median ring before she had to plunge down again. As Pinkie got used to the feeling of having a huge stallion cock jammed inside her womb she picked up the fast pace again, making sure to slam down as hard and fast as possible so the flared head was pushed against the womb’s slimy wall. Now, with the three inches that separated her crotch from Babs fur gone, she could grind her clit between Babs undeveloped teats each time her hips bounced down.

Babs was trying to endure the rising pleasure but Pinkie Pie’s violent humping proved too much. The little filly let out a hiss as the orgasm hit her. Or so she thought. It felt as if an orgasm rocked her body, yet there was no sperm, no satisfaction. Her thick girth continued to throb painfully, tightly jammed into Pinkie’s violent marehood.

“What… what’s happening?” panted Babs hoarsely.

“So you finally noticed,” said Trixie and smiled cruelly. “The second spell I cast was on you, as you surely noticed. I’m preventing you from reaching an orgasm. You will be stuck like this until I say otherwise. Wouldn't be much of a punishment otherwise.”

“No!” begged Babs, fear trailing up her spine. “Please… I’m sorry! I do anything you want! Anything!”

“Haha, don’t be silly,” giggled Pinkie Pie as she continued to bounce wildly on top of Babs. “You don’t need to do anything. You’re our friend. Once I’ve showed Twilight and the others what you can do we can all do this as much as we want! Oooh, that would be a perfect way to repay Rainbow Dash for lending me her Daring Do book.”

“I think I broke her,” said Trixie and stared at Pinkie as if she was staring at a broken toy. “Oh well, not that I care. Broken or not, they will still fit into my plan.”

“Please, I can’t take it anymore!” screamed Babs.

“Aww, don’t cry, I’ll make you smile again!”

Pinkie leaned forward and pressed her lips against Babs. Her tongue forced itself into the filly’s mouth, exploring and prodding at every inch she could reach. At the same time she continues with her relentless thrusting. After kissing for almost a whole minute, the pink mare sat up and gasped.

“I… I’m getting close again,” panted Pinkie and picked up the pace even more.

“You belong to me, NEVER forget that, my little foal,” whispered Trixie’s voice in the little filly’s mind.

Babs felt how the magic that was suppressing her orgasm disappeared and almost instantly shot an insane amount of pleasure through her body. Her body convulsed, just like Pinkie had just a couple of minutes ago, but she still hadn’t reached her orgasm.

“So… close!” screamed Pinkie, smashing her hips down into Babs, making the throbbing shaft bang against the back of her womb.

Faster and faster she bounced, harder and harder she slammed down until with a scream of pure ecstasy and heavenly pleasure she threw her head back and gushed out marejuices around the shaft once again, staining the already wet fur around their crotches.

Babs jerked upwards, gripping Pinkie around her flanks and forced her member into the pink mare’s womb all the way to the straining point, before finally unloading spurt after spurt of semen. Pinkie Pie’s bloated womb made her stomach bulge out so much Babs was afraid the pink pony was going to burst.

Pinkie Pie collapsed on top of Babs, letting the little filly’s sweat and marecum-stained fur rub against her.

“You know… I think I can go again,” whispered Pinkie before starting to slowly thrust against the softening member. “Come on! Get hard for cousin Pinkie Pie!”

Pinkie fell backwards and collapsed on the ground as soon as Trixie’s memory spell hit her.

“I admit,” said Trixie a bit impressed. “I didn’t think she had this much stamina.”

Pinkie slowly sat up, looking around in confusion.

“What happened? Where am I? What-“

Her voice died down as her eyes got caught by Babs fully visible stallion cock.

“Is that… a partycannon!?” exclaimed Pinkie, a smile growing from ear to ear.

“Just go to sleep already, over-sexually marefiend!” yelled Trixie angrily.

“Is it… over?” asked Babs exhausted as Pinkie feel into a deep sleep, snoring loudly.

“Yes,” said Trixie and, to Babs surprise, helped her to stand up. “We should rest for the remaining night. It’s a big day tomorrow.”

Trixie started to walk away towards Ponyville, leaving the sleeping Pinkie Pie in the forest. For a moment, Babs was worried about Pinkie’s wellbeing, but think that she might pounce on her again she choose to simply leave the pink mare alone.

“Where will we sleep, Trixie?”

Trixie didn’t answer, which made Babs afraid she’d made Trixie angry again. But just as she was going to follow up with a quick apology, Trixie stopped, turned around and looked at her.

“Do you remember about that surprise I told you about earlier?”

“Y-yes?” answered Babs sheepishly.

“Well, since we got to lay low for now it’s the perfect time to give it to you,” said Trixie. “You did do well tonight, despite a few corrections. I honestly think you’re gonna enjoy this surprise, my little foal. Then you might understand just how sweet revenge really is.”

“I don’t really… understand,” admitted Babs.

“Don’t worry,” said Trixie and smiled mischievously. “You’ll understand once we get there. But we should hurry, I don’t want to be out in the open longer than we have to… and ‘they’ are probably getting anxious to meet you again.”

Babs swallowed nervously as she followed Trixie towards Ponyville. She had a fairly good idea of who she was going to meet. One part of her felt sorry for what she already knew that she was going to do, while the other part of her screamed with joy.

“I guess… revenge might not be so bad after all,” muttered Babs as they came out of the forest and the familiar houses of Ponyville came into sights...

Author's Note

Moral of the story: Don't rape Pinkie Pie.