Not Another Rapefic

Iron Night

I crumpled the hanky, dropping it in the waste basket. I zipped up and sighed, closing the webpage as I fought a queasy feeling, anger rising. No, wait. Ctrl-shift-T, and the loathsome page popped back from the browser’s history. There. Thumb down for the fic to which I just came. Fucking rapefics. I tell myself over and again not to clop to them and then I clop to them anyway. Yes, they turn me on like hell. I come buckets. So what, they evoke so much hate and disgust in me that I'm trembling with rage and self-loathing whenever I finish reading one. I hate the abuse, I loathe what happens to these poor mares, yet still it turns me on like nothing else. And then, if I succumb to arousal, I feel like shit once I finish. Shitty loathsome stories shitting up my already poor self-esteem playing on some instincts I can't quite control. That red thumb is my point of self-hate shared with the author, whom I hate for coming up with that crap.

Still not sleepy. One in the morning and not feeling sleepy in the least. Six hours of rest if I manage to sleep now. Except I won't.

Well, let's check what's on /mlp/.

I loaded the page.

Prominently, on the first position, before the janitors could take it off, there was a sexy picture of Celestia in bondage. A wide belt around her chest and wings, her hooves tied with short straps to rings in that belt, her tail pulled over her back under the belt, a bridle with a ring gag attached to the same belt with reins, holding her neck arched so far back that her head was upside down, tip of her horn poking her rump. Some sort of golden ring on her horn suggesting her magic was blocked. Very simple background, just plain, featureless walls of some kind of room with her in the middle.

The picture was hot, exceptionally good quality too.

There was green text next to the picture.

See this
What do

There were five replies there already:

"Release"

"Reported"

"Clop furiously, come onto wings."

"GTFO shitposter"

"Rape mouth"

My trollish temptation fought with my kind love for the poor ruler of Equestria as I typed and erased my reply two times before I settled on "Rape tenderly". Captcha, Submit. F5, there, my reply followed by another: "Fuck her ass till she bleeds."

I left the tab open and switched to Derpibooru, hoping to find the image with source there. It was good; surely the author would have more, and if it was on /mlp/ surely it would be on Derpibooru, likely added hours ago.

Login, "Celestia, bondage" in search box, and... nothing. Three pages back and the image wasn't there. Two more likely places: e621, and Rule34, and still nothing. Maybe the furry ones? Furaffinity, Inkbunny, SoFurry, still nothing. Either it was an old one from an artist I overlooked, or someone posted original content on /mlp/. Oh well.

I went back to the thread. Still up, janitors asleep. About 30 replies, some of them really disturbed me. Generally, most would use the opportunity and abuse the princess.

Finally, fatigue began catching up with me. 1:37. High time to sleep. I opened the image and saved it to my porn folder, then closed the lid of the netbook, went to empty my bladder and brush my teeth, then back to bed, light off, and close my eyes.

Sleep came surprisingly fast.

* * *

The first thing I saw was Celestia, bound just like in the picture. She was in the middle of a featureless room with a nondescript, bright light source in the ceiling. And there was some fat guy with trousers down to his knees, straddling her back and stuffing his small cock through her ring gag, holding her head so that she couldn’t struggle away.

I felt cold sweat of anger.

This was on the other side of a venetian mirror splitting the room in half.

My dim, unlit half of the room was occupied by thirty or so other men barely outlined by the little light filtering through the mirror. Some of them were clothed, some just in boxers, some wore MLP-themed T-shirts. I thought a few were naked. Most of them watched the scene through the glass, some were masturbating.

The even sheet of the mirror glass was disturbed by a rectangular outline of a door, allowing entry to the other side. There was some door in the side of the brightly lit room too.

I watched the eerie scene: Celestia coughed at a more violent thrust.

"Hey, a new one!" - some guy turned to me. "What's your number, anon?"

"Number?"

"On your palm. We enter by number." he pointed at the door. "What did you declare?"

I looked on my palms. My left palm shone with a bright, yellowish, thick "3". I showed it to him.

"Oh, lucky! You’re next. I'm number twenty; by my time she'll be drenched in cum and completely loose and numb. So, wait... 'Rape tenderly', is that you? Like, be gentle and make her enjoy?"

“Yes,” I nodded, then frowned. “Why ‘3’? I think I was fifth or so.”

“These who didn’t declare they want to sex her up were omitted.”

"Where are we?"

"No clue. Some villain's torture chamber. She appeared briefly when that began, looked a bit like Nightmare Moon except thick-boned, bulky, kinda Nightmare Big Mac. She told us about the numbers and about the portal back, it's right behind the side door, and she told us some more newcomers will appear and we’re to inform them about the rules.

"Rules?"

"Do what you declared in the thread. Don't remove any bonds. When you’re finished enter the other door and you’ll be brought back home," he pointed to the side door. “Disobey and suffer greatly. I could see #1 was pissed when he heard all he can do is jerk off on her wings.”

I saw Celestia still struggling to remove the sweaty cock of her rapist from her mouth, as his movement sped up, and then stopped. I saw her working her tongue to eject his semen from her mouth, it dribbled onto her nose and from it onto her back.

The fat guy pulled his pants up, zipped up and groggily headed to the door in the side of the room.

"Your turn," one of the guys tapped my shoulder. "I'm right behind you," he gave me a leer. He was big, bulky, hulking brute, all muscle. He wore a way too small Rainbow Dash sleeveless shirt, and bahamas.

Gulping a bit and trying not to question facts, I pushed the mirror door open and entered the room with Celestia.

I walked up to her, and I knelt by her. She eyed me, with fear clearly visible in her eyes.

I ran my fingers along her slender neck, her trachea exposed under taut skin. Her white fur was plush and short, barely a fluff on her skin. She shuddered under my touch.

I bowed to her cheek to kiss it lightly, as she squirmed away from my mouth. I held her head with my both hands and placed my mouth by her cheek.

"I want to help you. Do you understand me? One blink no, two yes." I whispered with my mouth touching her skin.

Her pupils widened a little. After a second of thought, and she blinked twice.

"Can you escape if I remove that ring from your horn?"

A second of hesitation, she froze unmoving. Two blinks.

"Can I remove it before they stop us?"

One, two, three... Three blinks?

"You don't know?" I whispered, while covering her ear with my gentle kisses, holding it with my hand. She blinked two times.

I ran my hand along her back and to the base of her tail, I rubbed the end part of her spine right before the tail. She squirmed under my touch. "Squirm, my pretty, squirm, you can't escape my tender love," I said out loud.

I caught her horn with one hand, her mouth with another, and turned her head till I had the horn pointed at me. She struggled really hard and tried to jab me with it, but I held it firmly. She struggled some more, whimpering through her nose. Rubbing the horn with my cheek I bowed to kiss her forehead. "Calm down, I need to have a good look at it," I whispered. "If worse comes to worst I'll let you stab me dead, but now..." I tugged on one of the reins, the one that was taut with the horn pulled to the side, bending her neck even closer to her back, probably a bit painfully as she whimpered a bit. I loosened the rein a little and began kissing her long nose, sparing the ring on her horn a few glances.

It had wide internal threads, screwed onto the spiral of her horn. It was golden, with four red gems around and engraving of some runes. I reported my findings, while gently chewing on Celestia's ear.

She blinked twice.

"Can I remove it?"

Double blink.

"Just unscrew it and pull it off?"

Blink once... then another.

"It's not quite that simple?"

Twice.

"Now I really want to kiss your mouth but that gag is in the way..." I said out loud, looking for a way to undo it.

"NO" boomed a deafening voice from somewhere.

Oh well. I reached to Celestia's cutie mark, massaging it with my hand. "Too bad. But you'd probably bite my tongue off anyway. Well then, let's get to promised rape."

Celestia's face tensed. She struggled in her bonds. I held her horn firmly, by the base, by the ring... and then I jerked my hand off.

The ring was burning hot!

"Owww," I hissed through my teeth and licked my palm, blowing at it. "You should have warned of it!" I shouted in nondescript direction. Ouch. That would blister for sure.

I pulled my shirt off and wrapped it on Celestia's horn, holding it firmly with my hand, trying to ignore the pain, increased by heat radiating from the ring through the cloth. I kissed Celestia's mouth, ignoring the fact it was dripping with juices of my predecessor. Well, I didn't feel much beyond saliva and iron of the ring gag...

"Can I remove it now?" I whispered, while brushing her chin with my other hand.

Her eyes opened again, and she gazed at me for a second, shocked.

Then she blinked twice.

Still holding the horn with my hurt hand I stepped over her, changing hands and turning her head to the other side... and getting a half-turn of the ring wrapped in my shirt under my palm. It was loose now, though still it wouldn't slip. I teased Celestia's flank, moving my hurt hand along it now towards her privates. She struggled and jerked her head rapidly. I let go of her horn as she tried to jab me with it.

This provided me with opportunity to replace my hand on her horn again and get another half-turn without arising more suspicions. "Naughty," I said. "You almost hurt me!"

Muffled shout came from behind the glass of the mirror I now faced. "Shorten her bridle!" sounded a jeering male voice.

"No," I pouted.

"Get to work!" I heard another shout.

I bowed to Celestia's cheek again and gave her another kiss. "Time's up," I whispered. "Don't move now, no matter what, then escape as soon as you can. Maybe name some street after me once this is over."

I removed the shirt from her horn, then using my both hands, burning them on the hot surface, I turned the ring another two rotations. Now it was completely loose, and ignoring the searing pain, I pulled it off Celestia's horn entirely.

The door in the side of the room burst open, and some dark fury in equine form erupted from it running at us. But before she reached me, in a flash of magic Celestia was gone.

The hulking black mare, built like a percheron, wide, angled nose, wide shoulders, glaring eyes of enraged pink and mane of billowing black smog stood over me, exhaling puffs of smoke from her nostrils. She had no horn nor wings but I still felt prickly magical power radiating from her.

Loud boos sounded from the room where other men were waiting. And despite that all, I couldn't help grinning.

"You will suffer greatly!" Her voice clanged with metallic overtones as if her insides were made of steel.

“Do your worst," I spoke, smiling. "Celestia is free, and all you have is some anonymous."

"Anonymous? Not for long! I will tear your secrets by force!"

"You don't understand the name. Anonymous is not a mysterious stranger. Anonymous is a gray little nothing. Point at any person on the street, little, meaningless people. Little, meaningless, anonymous people. That's anonymous. The queen has escaped and all you have is a pawn. You can torture me all you want. I mean nothing, and you have lost."

"I can still make you hurt," she clanged, the last word sounding like release of steam.

I felt prickly itching in my skin, it slowly rose in intensity into feeling of ants crawling like after your circulation returns, and that intensified into something that made me gasp in pain. I was about to start screaming, but then I recalled the moment of Celestia's surprise, when I told her to run, and instead of yelp, a laugh escaped my throat. I guffawed as the pain intensified and made my consciousness slip.

And then there was a thud.

Through the daze I saw Nightmare Moon, the real one, standing over me, facing away. She was shouting some orders, walking somewhere. Something massive was pinning my leg down, soft, hot and heavy like there was iron inside.

Glass shattered.

I passed out.

* * *

I was aching all over, though not too badly. My back was numb from the hard bedding on which I lay. I tried to assess my damages judging by my pain levels.

Not too bad.

The hands didn’t hurt. There was a dull ache in the rest of my body, but acceptable.

I dared to open my eyes and focus my sight. Grey ceiling, a simple lantern, probably oil.

I tried to sit up, and after a wave of dizziness, looked around. Tiny room of bare rock walls, simple cot, heavy steel door, a wooden bucket. A shutter by the bottom of the door and a wooden tray of fruit on the floor by the shutter.

I peered at my hands. Instead of blisters there were lines of smooth, pink skin, my burns healed.

I picked the tray up and set it on the cot. There were some grapes, an orange, two apples and a small pile of cherries. I peeled the orange and began eating it. Tasty, sweet, exceptionally good. I savored it, nibbling piece by piece, pondering the events.

The ache and the taste were definitely notifying me it was not a dream. Still, as I looked at the tray, at the orange, the apples, they lacked detail, bearing simple texture. Cartoon fruits.

I tried to recall the room where Celestia was imprisoned, but… I never focused enough to notice whether its walls were toony or real. I never even questioned the looks of the Princess...

I tried a grape. Whatever it lacked in looks it more than made up in taste.

There, stuck in a jail of a cartoon world.

Why jail? Oh well, maybe I overstepped myself in acting my role of a rapist while freeing Princess Celestia. I still hoped for her mercy.

I heard someone pounding on the door - not my door, but some door nearby, yelling "Release me! I did nothing!"

There were other responses, other angry male voices.

Oh well. I sat on my cot, awaiting my fate, picking grapes from the tray and sucking each of them slowly, so that they would last for hours. They were delicious, I had to admit.

In another hour or two - it's hard to judge time with no reference of any kind - I finished my tray of fruit. The angry voices tired out and someone shouted to one that wouldn't cease to shut up and let them sleep. With nothing better to do I went to sleep too...

* * *

...And there we were together in a simple, bare room, thirty or so males, one door, no mirrors this time. There was that black mare on steroids, with smoke for her mane. Nobody dared to approach her, we formed a half-circle around her.

"Celestia's attempt was futile," she announced in her clanging voice. "I have re-captured her and I intend to finish what I started. You all have new numbers and no assignments. You will perform, or you will suffer. This time the ring is more than hot. Touch it and your hand will wither away."

The mare walked to the exit.

I looked at my palm. "27" glowed on it. I sat by the wall.

A man raised his palm showing "1" and headed out, following the mare.

I saw multiple glares on me.

"You fucking jerk," I heard an angry voice.

"Calm down, nothing's lost!" someone opposed.

"Fucking white knight," another shouted viciously.

I raised my eyebrows to that one. "Lol, I troll ya?" I gave him my best coolface.

"Asshole!"

"I'll set her free again even if I'm to lose both hands." I raised my palms.

"After twenty-seven times there won't be much left to save for you."

"Twenty-six. When he starts she'll be after twenty-six times," sounded somewhere from the back. After a second of silence, the voice added "Sorry, I have OCD."

"Guys, guys, shut up!" a thin, nerdish voice sounded. "We're trapped in some strange world defying physics of our universe, imprisoned by a villain from a bad rapefic, without knowledge of what will happen to us after we're done with Celestia nor what powers we serve, and all you worry about is how to dip your cock in Celestia's sweet ass."

"Shit, he's right."

"I'm dreaming, that's fairly obvious."

"So we're all in a dream?"

"Only I am."

"I'm not a fucking figment of your imagination!"

"Suuure, pal... Ouch, that hurt, asshole!" - I didn't even see what happened behind the wall of backs turned to me. "Alright, so you're not."

I sat there forgotten while the others argued, then the door opened and we heard "Next" in a booming, metallic, female voice.

The "number two" walked out.

"Do you think we're getting sent back home?"

"Personally?" the thin voice sounded again, "I think we're getting killed. Sending us back would be too costly energetically."

"But she brought us here, she can send us back."

"Do you send used up condoms back to the manufacturer?"

"I don't use condoms."

"Sure, your hand can't get pregnant."

I heard the jabs going on around, the problem of our situation recurring, no solutions suggested.

A guy sat by me.

"Respect, pal. I'd do the same thing back then. Too bad I value my hands a little more, some burns are all right, but to let them wither away... well, respect to you. I'll try to go easy on her."

"Thanks." I smirked sourly.

"Actually, probably I'd screw up by starting to remove her gag. Good thinking with that ring. Do you suppose any before us will try?"

"I hope so."

"How is she? You had your hands on her."

"Plush. Fluffy."

"Smells like vanilla?"

"No, pretty much scentless."

"Drat. There goes my headcanon." He chuckled.

Another one sat by us. "Guys, do you think if we bunch up on the worst ones we could take them down?"

"Not a chance... we're outnumbered ten to one. Have you seen that Rainbow Dash guy? He was really eager and I bet he could take down us three alone."

Unfortunately, our group grew only by one - and then diminished by one, as his number came. I felt that horrible, queasy feeling I get when reading a particularly nasty rapefic, and I hated the arousal I felt when I imagined what goes on in that room with Celestia. And I totally hated myself for feeling aroused.

The talks ended, we were sitting silently awaiting our numbers. Sometimes they came fast, sometimes they took time. At last only four were left, when my number came.

I followed through the door and down a dark corridor towards a distant, well-lit room, feeling sick in my stomach.

Celestia was there, covered in liquids, beaten, bruised, her eyes half-closed. She was tied like before, but now semen was oozing out of her exposed and gaping vagina, there was some blood on her anus. Her nose was bleeding, dripping blood onto her coat. She was totally numb.

I crouched by her and kissed her cheek gently.

"Do you still have any fight in you, princess?" I whispered.

I wasn't sure if she blinked twice, or if her eyelid just twitched.

"Do you want to try escape again? I'll try to set you free again."

This time her eyelids closed twice, visibly.

"I'm sorry I didn't come earlier. Here goes nothing..."

I reached for the ring. I stopped my hand, hesitated, afraid of some mind-numbing pain. The ring was different, the gems weren’t red, but poisonously green.

What are my hands worth anyway?

I grabbed the ring quickly, hard, so that I could keep turning it even if my hand stops working.

The pain didn’t come. Instead, I felt a pleasant warmth.

The bruises and the bonds on Celestia vanished without trace - but then so did Celestia, a second later. Then I felt myself losing my footing, jerked myself upright and sat on the cot, in the same cell as before, next to a tray with orange peels, grape stalks and apple cores.

I pondered what to do next for another ten minutes maybe.

I heard hooves approaching, female voices talking.

"Luna, did you have to be so graphic?"

"I was just realistic!"

"You probably traumatized his poor soul for life."

"Look, it was your idea."

"You didn’t have to be this graphic! And besides, I asked you if you had any better ones."

"Not my fault you didn't remember how he looks like."

"Not my fault you mixed them all during the capture so I was unable to tell. Sorry, all humans look the same to me!"

"Sorry for saving him from Iron Night making all his veins burst, and for capturing her too. I'm sure I should have left that to you, you'd have that...mff!" I heard a squeak, "Tia!"

"I'm sorry Luna for ever complaining. You did great considering the circumstances, and I'm honestly ashamed I didn't remember his looks... well, here we are." The voice stopped by my door. Sounds of lock opening, and there, Princess Celestia stepped in, unhurt and in a good mood.

I was standing up already.

"Thank you for setting me free," Celestia said in a very royal, serious tone.

"I... I'm so happy you're well! I was so worried about you... may I... hug you?"

"Well..." Celestia visibly hesitated, "...considering the circumstances..."

"Wait... I don't want to force you, or to push. If you're not comfortable about this..."

"Look, this is nothing for me," she sent me a gentle smile. "I can do this much for my savior."

"But you don't like the idea."

Celestia screwed her mouth and turned her head to Luna, who was standing outside, but finding no help she turned back to me. "No offense, I value your virtue and I have absolutely nothing against you personally, but I’m finding your species... particularly unattractive. It’s your hands, they creep me out a little. Actually, more than a little."

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" I recalled brushing Celestia's cheeks, flanks, neck with my hands "I'm really sorry. I did have to play the part, or they'd... suspect. I didn't mean to... creep you out, or... do anything you'd find repulsive."

"Oh, never mind. I understand. I don't find you repulsive. Just... Not my type on the outside. Actually... Put your hands behind your back, close your eyes and bend a little forward!"

I did as ordered... and then felt warm touch on my lips. My eyes shot open - and I found Celestia's mouth touching mine, in a light, sweet kiss. My mouth formed a huge smile.

She retreated and smiled gently. "There, better than a hug I hope. I actually found your kisses rather nice. It's just the hands… It’s completely irrational, I know, but I can’t help it." a small shudder ran down her back.

"It's a pity. Nothing I can do about it either. So... what happens now to me and the others?"

"You, along with most of others will be returned to your world as soon as we extract the secret of how you were brought here out of your captor."

"And the rest?"

"Well... they won't..." Celestia went silent for a moment. "Luna sometimes lets anger guide her actions. In her test-dream they did terrible things to my fake depiction. I'm sorry..."

"And I'm not!" Luna sounded from behind. "Sick bastards got what they deserved! I was exceptionally merciful leaving over two thirds alive! Even this one had... thoughts about you!"

"But I'd never act upon them. Not without Princess Celestia's consent."

"And don't you, Luna," Celestia turned to her sister, "have 'thoughts' at times?"

Luna was silent and hung her head.

"We all have our weaknesses. It's how we handle them that matters," I said. "Personally, I trust the judgment of Princess Luna. These temptations are within me... and if I ever let them out, I honestly hope someone stops me on time."

"Well," Celestia smiled to me. "Keep them at bay because you're stuck in Equestria for a time. I expect about a week. Of course you'll be free... along with three others Luna deemed 'safe enough', while the rest will remain in... separation. More reasonable conditions than this." she looked around my jail. "And if I ever learn your name, we'll have a street named after you." she winked.

"My name? Well, not worth commemorating. I'm just another random anon."

"Then it shall be Anon street!" She grinned.

Celestia retreated from the door, and turned to some pony out of my view in the corridor. "This one saved me, at great personal risk, and broke the hostage situation impasse with Iron Night. Treat him with utmost respect, bring him to guest quarters and provide him with every fancy he desires..." she sent me a little frown mixed with a small smirk, "...within reason." She turned to me. "Goodbye for now, and thank you once again." She turned back.

A serious guard appeared in the door. "Sir, please follow me."

I walked out, then a thought struck me. I ran after the two princesses going in opposite direction as where the guard headed.

"Princess Luna!" I called out.

They stopped. Luna turned to me, puzzled.

"Huge thanks for timely rescue. I really owe you."

"No, you don't. I owe you for saving my sister."

"Well, I still do owe you for the rescue."

"In that case... unlike my sister I don't feel squeamish about hands the least bit. Give me a good hug and we're even."

My grin couldn't have gotten any bigger.

Well, Celestia didn't smell like vanilla. Luna did smell like cinnamon though.