Slave Auction at Sugar Cube Corner

by Overwhelming Light

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Changelings, Fluttershy, Original Character, Sex, Random, Pinkie Pie, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1629

A room smelling of sex, fine booths facing the stage and money. Sounds terrific.

Annual Slave Auctions at Sugar Cube Corner attract a lot of attention. Perfect for a young changeling and her need for 'love.'

Contains: Slave stuff, Sex, and Misunderstandings.
Nothing too terrible, no over the top fetishes.

Wrote this in one night, so small revisions may come in the first two days.

Published 2014-01-15 07:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-15 07:10:01 UTC

01

The quiet town of Ponyville slowly began to turn in for the night. Wind gently ran through the streets of the quaint little town, as candles were blew out, lights turned off, and the street lights buzzed ever so slightly.

However, not all were getting ready for a wonderful night of sleep and comfort. Some were doing the complete opposite.

Silently, carefully, and of course orderly, a dozen or more stallions flooded into the back door of Sugar Cube Corner. Stallions who knew the set up and operation quite well quickly trotted to their according booth. Each booth focused upon a central stage where their entertainment would shortly come from. The booths had names on them to label were the more luxurious of bidders would be seated. These large booths and the stage were on the bottom floor of Sugar Cube Corner and were hid away for quite a good reason. Slavery, especially sexual slavery was not at all permitted in Equestria.

The stallions that occupied these booths were nobility of Canterlot, the most prestigious stallions with quite large sums of bits, or even just stallions from around town who knew the right ponies.

The show was about to start and all idle talk dwindled down as the lights dimmed and a female voice quietly came over the speaker system drawing all attention.

“E-Excuse me. Sorry for interrupting... but the auction will begin soon.” Came the timid voice.

A crackle of the mic and a much louder voice, full of cheer, and happiness exploded out. “You all know the rules you sillies! But for all you new-bies I will explain them! First off, keep quiet! You can not be big meanies and get us all sent to the not-so-fun-but-kinda-fun-place. Second, if you want to place a bid, press the button in your booth and the moneys will be sent to the nice mares up front!”

'The mares up front' sat next to cash registers and waved happily.

“Third off! Once you buy them or place a bid and win she or he is yours and you must find a way to take her home or what you want with 'em! All bought thingies can not be returned, you may buy another but she or he is yours forever!” The mare stated happily.

The timid voice came back, “Happy bidding everypony.”

A stallion's smooth voice now came over the speakers, “Our first product is a mare all the way from Manehatten! She put up quite the fight so you know she is quite strong and feisty.”

A dark blue mare quickly walked on to the stage and looked around happily smiling everywhere, she is clearly on some sedatives to keep her calm, happy, and willing. She trips and falls pushing her butt into the air. The stallion in the closest booth gets a full view of her plot and quickly slams down on the MAX bid button, never even deterring his gaze from her.

“Congratulations! You've bought your self a sex slave! Good for you!” Came the creepily happy mare voice once more.

The male voice came and went as he gave intros to the next few in line, only being interjected by the happy mare and her happy congratulations to each of the winners such as “She is a real cutie!” “Awe look she is wagging her tail! She MUST like you!” and the best one, “She sure is plump with my cupcake icing! I bet she would look great with yours!” She stated the last one to a happy stallion that bought a mare eating a cupcake on stage.

“This is the final mare for tonight! She comes from Cloudsdale and is a hoofful but she is quite broken in now,” the stallion gave a slight chuckle but continued on, “overall great mare, starting price three hundred bits!”

The mare walked onto the stage, her wings were not tied, which was odd due to the fact she could simply escape as soon as she wanted. She was a light green mare, with an accompanying mane of yellow, her cutie mark was a song bird on a tree limb. With hazy eyes, drooling mouth, and dripping pussy she strutted her stuff in front of these lucky stallions.

Quickly, many stallions bid on her. Bid after bid rolled in, and the price was skyrocketing nearly hitting two thousand bits, a voice broke out over the room. “Max bid hit! Congratulations Mister Wing for buying the last mare of the day! Come to the entrance to claim your new and hawt slave!”

The stallion in question stood, adjusted his hat, wiped off his tie, and continued to the entrance making no eye contact to the other bidders.

At the door, wearing a very formal pink suit was the chief mare, Pinkie Pie. “She is ready Mister Wing, do have fun with her. She needs it bad.” She gave a small wink and left the incredibly horny mare alone with her new master.

Wing watched as Pinkie walked back inside, he raised an eyebrow. “Such a strange mare.” Then addressing his slave, “Do you have a name?”

“No, master.” She said half slurred.

“Come along now.” The stallion spread his wings and flapped up a few feet.

The mare flapped her wings but only fell onto the cold ground exposing herself to him once again. “Ouchies.”

After a few more attempts and an increasingly hard member, Wing just decided to scoop his slave up and carry her rather than waste time there. All she did was babble and rub his member as he flew very very unsteadily to his cloud home. Landing inside his home, he let go of her small body and she bounced to the floor. Rolling over she gave a good lick up the underside of his shaft. Tensing instinctively, he became more rigid and she lapped at the underside a few more times.

He walked forward a few steps and now out of range he gave a throaty sigh and shook slightly.

“You can go now, your free to go live your life. I bought you only to free you, you deserve to be more than some sex slave. So go.” Wing stated as he turned back around and put his head near hers.

“I don't want to go.” The now perfect speech sounded bizarre. “I want to be yours. Come rut me.”

“What? No. Your free to go.”

“I don't want to go.”

“Go.”

“No. I'm staying. I'm yours now.”

“Oh merciful Celestia! I'm doing you a favor, now go!” Out of all the slaves why had he had to feel bad about the one who WANTED to be a slave.

“No.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I. Want. You. To. Rut. Me.” The mare took a step closer with every word she said.

“No! Go find somepony else! I'm only trying to help you!”

“Oh. You will be helping me.” She rushed towards Wing and pushed him onto the puffy white floor.

Now laying on his back, Wing was scared shitless and he hated to admit it, but he was turned on. The ex-slave took advantage of his shock and immediately took his member deep into her mouth. Wide-eyed and gasping, Wing didn't stand a chance as she expertly licked up and down his shaft. Taking all of his member deep into her mouth, she rubbed her tongue all over the warm protrusion.

She tenderly reached down and rubbed her folds, now leaking terribly, as she took all of him. Wing could only lay back and moan as she roughly and gently massaged his member. Guiding the member in and out of her mouth she licked all over and gently suckled on his balls. The member now leaking precum was an easy target for her tongue.

Tired of the wait, she straddled him and let her legs slide as all of his warm and now slick member slid up into her moist body.

Wing could only gasp for the second time that night, as an incredible heat enveloped over his entire member. Now totally lost to the feeling he began buck into her. The slave, now getting what she wanted, cooed loudly and slide back and forth on his motions.

Fire now around his member, Wing bucked harder into the mare creating loud slushing and slurps as he buried himself deep in her. The mare lost her balance and fell to her back which allowed Wing to get up, roll her over and bury himself once again in her.

Any thoughts were previously gone in his head, all he could think about where the wet slaps he made with every thrust into the small, young adorable mare in desire of him.

Pressure was building in his lower regions but he needed to continue. A few slow wet slaps later he pulled out gently and slammed back in. Causing her to moan loudly and tighten up around his shaft causing him to release all his milk deep inside her hungry young body.

Tired from his pumping and great climax, Wing slumped lifelessly down on top of his new slave.

“I think I'll call you Song....yeah that works.”

As her new young lover and master fell asleep, she kissed his face once more and flew out his door into the cold night and became yet again, another, different sex slave. She was thankful that his 'love' was stronger than she thought because otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to hold the disguise much longer, let alone fly back to Sugar Cube Corner and become a different slave for the night.

This was her game, her game of life. To absorb enough 'love' to keep going and keep changing, because that's all she was.

Just a changeling.