Stand By Equestria

"I don't want to scare you, or hurt you, I just want some information. Why I wouldn't even punish you for trying to escape if you tell me the truth." Rusky gently strokes Babs's handsome suspended body, glistening with sweat in the warm glow of the lamp. She looks very vulnerable as the stallion caresses her face, vagina and bum, and probes, assessing her fleshier and more tender parts. "Now, let's see, attempted escape? Strokes for attempted escape comrade Screwnut?"

"Twenty five."

"And if I just use a light belt?"

"Like that filly's belt? I'd say up to a hundred, no problem."

"Thank you, comrade."

"A hundred? That's not fair." Apple Bloom protests.

"Sometimes, as comrade Commissar says, you just have to use your judgement." Rusky explains.

The light belt is merely an appetizer, for some showy, short term effects, though ideal for more tender places such as the ribs, the insides of the thighs and the soft folds where the thighs meet the belly as Rusky vividly demonstrates. He looks Babs in the eye as he lashes her front and sees the filly's big blue eyes full of hate staring right back at him. The filly is magnificent. Rusky takes his time to select his blows. He does not neglect her genitals, they're tougher than people think, and bring little shrieks from the filly. The filly demonstrates her considerable grit throughout the ordeal, not without the odd gasp and moan. When he feels the filly is prettily decorated with bright weals, probably well under a hundred strokes, he stops and admires the patterns and textures of his hoof work.

Rusky picks up the much heavier school strap and announces, "Now we can get back to your official interrogation, my little capitalist fellow traveller."

Sweetie, who seems to have recovered somewhat, complains, "I thought there was supposed to be a twenty minute break after punishments."

Rusky seems to ponder, "Ah, you are so right Sweetie. Thank you, I forgot about the regulations, and there's refreshments too." Rusky cuts Babs down with a flourish, as if he expects applause, and hobbles her tightly as a precaution, the filly will have to hop or crawl.

After the fillys are secured and given doughnuts the Stallions go out on the veranda. "Things are going well comrade Screwnut, wouldn't you say?"

Screwnut smiles broadly, "Being a Communist is so much fun."

Inside things are quiet, all are suffering from the effects of their tortures. Sweetie quietly weeps, Apple Bloom wants to be left alone and Scootaloo doesn't think she can take much more. Babs tries to get them to chant the pledge but only Scootaloo actually joins in and it soon peters out.

Rusky says, "We must save something for tomorrow, but I'm not finished with Babs. I think she expects something more." When they go back in the fillys are sitting in silence.

Rusky cheerfully inquires, "Anyone ready to talk?" The fillys ignore him and he goes up to Babs, "How about you, Babs filly? Your twenty minutes are up, it's time for us to get back to work."

He examines and prods the filly, "You don't look much the worse for wear. A few tender spots maybe?"

Babs sullenly turns away. "Now, as the daughter of an exploited Equestrian worker, for the good of your class, I want you to tell me where the envelopes are hidden... You have nothing to lose but your chains, as Lenin used to say."

The filly remains silent, Rusky wants to get her worked up, angry and defiant before he gives her barely marked ass the heavy strapping he's planned.

"You are a traitor to the working class!"

SMACK

"Cowardly Capitalist piglet!" He teases and baits the filly until her resolve builds up.

"Now I want you to bend over that table. I'm gonna beat your ass until you beg me to stop and you will tell me where the envelopes are. You understand?" The filly obeys as Screwnut stands ready.

The sullen, silent foal leans over resting her head. Rusky's pleased, he figured he might have to tie him up. The strapping proceeds slowly, Rusky wants to savour Babs's ordeal and not push her too fast. WHACK No reaction beyond a wince. A ten second wait. WHACK Another ten seconds. WHACK WHACK He studies the filly's reactions. He knows he's hurting her, it's a hefty bruising strap and he's putting most of his strength behind it. The impressive ridged and darkening welts on Babs's bum remind him of those he saw at the reformatory. Rusky knows eight strokes is about the maximum he dares give her. "You are being very stubborn, you know."

WHACK... WHACK The determined filly is sweaty and tired but her resolve shows no signs of weakening. Rusky's admiration, and adoration for Babs soars as the filly stoutly resists. After eight heavy blows which leave ugly bruises he begins to wonder if Babs would hold out no matter what he does. "It seems, comrade Screwnut, that we must try other methods."

First he and Screwnut break for a smoke. Screwnut offers spliffs to the fillys, all except Babs accept. Sweetie inhales deeply. The fillys all smoke.

"Tomorrow the knife!" Rusky promises, "We will save tongues for last." Screwnut sets out the food.

Rusky addresses the fillys, "We have been very lenient so far, we don't want to force you, and as good Communists we don't really want to hurt you, especially as you are all working class children. But we must have those envelopes and tomorrow we will resort to extreme methods, section 16T of the regulations, to force you to tell. Do you understand?"

"I understand you're a pinko pervert, and no commie is going to make me talk." Babs tries to sound confident.

"Yeah, you're just sicko weirdos." Apple Bloom adds.

"And what do you have to say Sweetie?" Rusky asks. The filly seems unsure but inspired by the others' bravado she sticks out her tongue.

That night the fillys are separated, Babs and Scootaloo in rooms upstairs and the two younger fillys in opposite corners of the old saloon.

Rusky beds down with Babs who can't do much. Rusky tries flattery and tells her what a brave filly she is. "You would make a good Communist." And he acts very sweet and fondles the filly getting a thrill from gently running hooves across the raised welts. He cuddles and kisses her neck, "I would like to be your friend."

"Then let us go."

Rusky's eager to screw Babs, but without having to rape her. He's awed by her grit. He believes he is in love. Babs refuses to respond and she fends off or ignores Rusky's advances. After a while Rusky, frustrated, decides to try his luck with little Apple Bloom. The youngster's still consciously suffering from his abuse and is in bad mood. She becomes hysterical when Rusky tries to screw her. He goes over to Sweetie who's just been fucked by Screwnut and the filly is almost totally passive this time. Rusky doesn't think it's a good lay. Babs is still in a fighting mood and Rusky soon falls asleep. At dawn, with light coming through cracks Rusky takes the sleeping filly's vulva in his mouth and sucks. He is generously rewarded.

Babs wakes up and rolls over on her belly. "I'll murder you some day!"

Screwnut who's slept with Scootaloo gets up before dawn and makes coffee on the small stallion stove. Scootaloo's blotchy blue bruised bottom gets fucked again, this time impaled on Screwnut's lap as the stallion drinks his coffee and shares a spliff with her.

After a moonlit breakfast Rusky tells the fillys that he has good news, "Today is the birthday of our glorious leader Joseph Stallion." The fillys are not impressed. "How about we all wish Stallion a happy birthday? Because you are good working class fillys you could call him 'Comrade Stallion', or 'Uncle Joe'. OK?

After some prodding the fillys led by Apple Bloom join in using a word that sounds more like 'deathday'. Rusky announces that there will be no interrogations before noon. "Instead we will have political indoctrination."

For a start the fillys are made to do morning exercises, callisthenics, stretching, twisting. All are tired, puffing and sweating, and need encouragement before they're allowed to relax.

"Feeling better?" Rusky enquires, and after a moment, "Ah yes, political indoctrination, I almost forgot."

Rusky addresses the fillys standing in sullen silence, "OK fillys, for a start let's hear three cheers for a Communist Equestria! Hip hip..." There's no response and Rusky suggests, "Down with Celestia's Imperialism!" Nothing. Rusky appearing exasperated taunts them and calls tells them they lack the guts to help the oppressed workers of Equestria. Then he relaxes and smiles, the fillys have lost some of their fighting spirit so he prods, "Look fillys, the least we can do is give a cheer for Stallion, after all you're having a holiday from interrogations because it's his birthday. You owe him a favour. Now when I give the word I want you to shout, 'Long live Stallion!' and you don't have to raise your hooves... Now, 'LONG LIVE...'."

"I like Spike!" Apple Bloom says loudly.

"I like Spike, I like Spike." The others echo.

Screwnut announces, "Under Party regulations you must bathe. Clean fillys are happy fillys. As my mother used to say, 'Cleanliness is next to Communism'." They are led to where a warm spring emerges from the base of a cliff into a shallow pool. Except for their bruised asses and various cuts, the marks on their bodies have begun to fade leaving intricate designs on their flesh. Screwnut gives them soap and tells them to wash.

"Now while you wash we have political indoctrination in honour of our glorious leader Stalin. I want you fillys to repeat after me, 'Our Father Stallion, who lives in the Kremlin, hallowed be Karl Marx...'." Babs loudly refuses, and the others back her up. They are lashed a few times with stinging switches, bringing a little more colour to the fillys' legs and bellies. The commies settle down on a ledge by the pool, smoke and watch. They tell the fillys to have a good time.

After a while they join the fillys in the pool. "We have fun." Rusky announces, "Fillys must have fun, even prisoners." He grabs Apple Bloom and swings her playfully around in the shallow pool. "Wheeeee!" Screwnut playfully splashes Sweetie

trying to get her into a splash fight. They playfully chase, dunk and toss the small fillys around fondling them briefly at times.

Babs and Scootaloo stare incredulously at the stallions.

"I can't figure it out," Scootaloo puzzles, "they torture you and cornhole you and then pretend to be friendly. It's like they're loco too."

"Yeah, and I wonder why they ain't done worse to us. I thought they'd a beaten us a lot worse, like you see in gangster movies."

"I thought we were gonna get killed. Maybe it's those regulations they keep talking about, maybe they can only do certain things."

Babs's eyes light up, "And if they can, maybe we got a chance, what d'yuh think?"

"We can try... But they're pervs too. Is that regulations?"

"I dunno, but it's better than getting brainwashed."

After well over an hour Rusky stands up and announces, "Now fillys, I want you to get ready to leave, we want to finish our interrogations and recover the envelopes well before it gets dark." At a wider, open section not far along Babs turns around and says, "I ain't goin' no further." and challenges Rusky to make her. "I'd sooner die out here than in that rotten old roadhouse." She looks at the other fillys holding her head high and shouts, "STAND BY EQUESTRIA!" and sings.

It's time for the fillys to recharge their patriotism and build up their capacity for more fun and games. It is only when they rather raggedly finish, as if a spell were broken, they're lashed viciously at legs and shoulders, and bruised bottoms get second coated. Rusky gets in six searing swats on Sweetie's already well bruised bum which she has to take bravely. "Sweetie, I'm very disappointed in you, I had hoped you would not be deluded by that capitalist fellow traveller Babs." After a few more swats he ties the filly's legs around a tree. Screwnut meanwhile restrains Apple Bloom.

"And now for you, Babs, you traitor to the working class." Rusky slaps the filly around knocking her to the ground and making her get up a few times. The filly tries to fight back despite her hobbles. Rusky leans his weight on the helpless filly and puts his face right over the filly's and unable to resist the urge he kisses the squirming filly. Babs screams, "You focking commie pervert, I'm going to kill you." A little fondling and slobbering on his lips lead to a futile frenzy. Screwnut meanwhile has trussed Scootaloo in a similar fashion and baits him with taunts, slaps and switchings. Both fillys counter with insults, obscenities and patriotic platitudes. "You are nothing but democratic vermin, you cowardly lackeys of capitalist oppressors enslaving Stallionkind. I shit on your flag." Rusky slaps Babs for effect.

"CELESTIA BLESS EQUESTRIA. And fock you, you fockin' slimy commie weirdo. When the CIA gets you, you fockin'..." SMACK Rusky almost breaks the switch across the filly's chest.

The filly baiting goes on and on, the stallions enjoying the abuse they dish out, and building up the fillys to take more. The two smaller fillys act as cheerleaders encouraging Babs and Scootaloo, and occasionally get brief, but nasty lashings for their efforts. There are lulls, and the fillys exchange and recharge their bravado.

"We don't want to hurt you, we just want the envelopes."

Rusky wants some fun with Apple Bloom and brings her to where Babs is tied to a tree. He tells her to persuade Babs to talk using her influence as a family member. Apple Bloom looks away shame faced. "Just think, you'd be a Communist hero!"

"I ain't no fockin' Communist hero an never will be, I stand by Equestria."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Over the course of an hour the fillys take lot of abuse, all get pretty messed up with at least a couple of oozing wounds. However with the wounds still fresh and unscabbed and thrill of the thrashings still warm in their loins the stallions figure it's a good time for some more screwing.

Back at the roadhouse Rusky addresses Babs and Scootaloo, "Well fillys, I'm not sure the other fillys know where the envelopes are hidden, but I'm sure you two do. It will be interesting to see who tells me first." Rusky waits for a reaction and when neither filly says anything he announces that each filly will have the chance to tell in private. First Screwnut takes Scootaloo upstairs where after a perfunctory questioning he shags her, and licks her and shags her again. Then Rusky tries the same with Babs but with no success. Screwnut makes another attempt to screw Apple Bloom while Rusky enjoys Scootaloo for the first time. Screwnut has had his fun.

Early next morning in the saloon the battered fillys all have their legs tied together creating a cluster of fillyflesh in bondage, a temporary organism that can only move with great discomfort.

"What are you gonna do with us?" Babs asks.

"Far worse things than we already have if you fillys don't produce those envelopes."

"I keep telling you, you're too soft on them Comrade Rusky. We should break bone, leg bone very easy. Now second day, regulations say we can break one bone each day."

"And cut off things."

"You'd really do that?" Babs's aghast.

"Why not?" Rusky replies."But we give you fillys one more chance to think about it, while you still can think. Very fair, OK?"

For a finale Rusky rather sarcastically asks the battered fillys to sing their pledge. They will be allowed to stand. Apple Bloom and Sweetie want to, "to show them", but Scootaloo thinks he's just making fun of them, and Babs agrees. They tell them to fock off. But then they'll be hobbled and Babs sees an opportunity and makes a desperate plan. She says they should sing it anyway to show they're proud to be Equestrians. By winks and signs she makes the other fillys aware something is up and Scootaloo learns she's to hold off Screwnut. Babs launches into an amazing paean of Equestria for a filly her age and what it lacks in facts it makes up in fervour. Then standing very proudly with her bruises she bursts into, "On my honnnour as an Equestriaaan. CHARGE! Grab his arms." Sweetie and Apple Bloom manage to hold on to Rusky's legs briefly while Babs wrestles away Rusky's pocketknife. She's got it open when Scootaloo shouts.

"Look out - Comrade Screwnut is going to swing a plank."

He does and all the crusaders duck and Screwnut manages to give Rusky a massive whack on the back of the head.

"Can't you swing straight idiot? Tie them up!"

"Don't like the taste of your own medicine you commie bastard!" Babs yells.

Screwnut lunges at them with rope and pretty soon they are in a tangled heap of ropes and limbs. The thrashing ball of pony and rope rolls out of the entrance and bounces down the set of steps.

"Ow ow ow!"

The pocket knife is sent flying and lands on the ground a few yards away Screwnut struggles to untangle himself and grab it with his mouth. They all start pulling away from each other as the ropes are loosened when a faint whooshing is heard.

"Damn it a dawn patrol of pegasi." yells Rusky looking up.

A squadron of eight pegasi are flying through the sky above them. They are employed by the Royal Guard and their purple uniforms show that they report to Princess Twilight Sparkle.

"Oh say can you see?" shouts Apple Bloom.

"By the dawns early light!" Squeals Scootaloo.

"What looks like it failed after Twilights last preening." said Sweetie Belle

The fillies stare at her.

"What - those employed by Royalty should look their best, its no excuse that they're busy."

"You sure we didn't bring a shrunk down Rarity with us?" Babs asks Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom shrugs.

The communists have left a dust cloud behind them as they speed into the cover of the trees. The pegasi patrol has spotted the frantically waving Babs and they land in formation - ready to give them a lift.

Rusky and Screwnut are well out of the state before sunset. "Bad time to be a Communist, I think." Rusky jokes.

"You're right. But it was a great time, a glorious two days of whipping and fucking spunky fillys' butts. Thanks brother, I never had so much fun in my life. But you know, I never did get to shag little Apple Bloom."

"And I never shagged Babs but she sure tasted good. I had fun trying and what a perfect filly to whip. I'll never forget that."

"It was so obvious that you liked her, a fine KGB agent you make..."

Rusky admits he will miss Babs. "And something else you know, it'll be something the fillys will never forget."

* * *

Flaming Lantern can uncover no motivation to mistrust the truthfulness of the fillys and a quest gathering sets for the foalnappers. He accepts the fillys on the grounds that with the conceivable exemption of Sweetie they all originate from good families decently regarded around Equestria. He's persuaded the story couldn't be something the fillys made up. Their proclamations are excessively unwavering with one another and too complex and intelligible to be a manufacture. His preparation and instinct lets him know they are dependable witnesses. Besides the fillys had been tortured and brutally demolished, there could be no doubt of that, and their damages are predictable with their stories. Thirdly, Rusky has vanished without a trace in the wake of getting his assets.

An agent spends close to twenty minutes questioning every filly.

Flaming Lantern is vexed by the case. The fillys have been extremely helpful. He strongly estimates that while the fillys may be truthful their story may not. He accepted the Commies would do a smooth job. What's more their damages while unwavering with their stories are not reliable with a genuine torturer attempting to extract data. More than other possibilities, why were the fillys not grilled independently? Why were they allowed to give one another ethical backing? It's practically as though they didn't need them to tell. Anyway if that is the situation why are the Communists included? Possibly they were in the wake of something else, beating the fillys was maybe an endeavor to occupy the consideration of the powers. Yet from what? Blazing Lantern can just estimate on the obscure yet abruptly he has more admiration for the Cia who must have thought the same thing. The commies are astute he needs to concede as he recalls drinking with the phoney Rusky and suspecting nothing.

The fillys are heroes of the hour, this is what everyone tells them and their popularity skyrockets. Tales of their fortitude in face of torture circulate through the town by word of mouth. They all get pestered by ponies who want to meet them. According to the CIA the envelopes were never found but few believe them. Equestria Daily runs a story saying that some fillys were abducted by a couple of lunatics with foreign accents, probably escapees from a mental asylum, who beat them savagely before they were able to break for freedom. The fillys' friends think they're real big time heroes and want to see their scars.The mayor and the Chamber of Commerce invite the fillys and their families to be the guests of honour at their luncheon meeting. The ponies of Manehatten in attendance stomp their hooves as amidst pomp and circumstance the fillies are presented with gold medals for bravery and fortitude. They wave proudly at the crowd with the medals winking from their necks. Then inevitably they turn and look at their flanks.

"All of that and we still don't have our cutie marks!" Scootaloo complains.

After talking about it Sweetie and Apple Bloom try out some of the sex things they learnt and find some they really like doing. But they can't tell anyone. The ponies comprehend the need to play down the Communist association because it may meddle with the work of the CIA.