Mare-Magnetby Dream QuillChaptersA Welcome Party gone nutsReflectionsWelcome to PonyvilleNightly therapyQuestionsFateA Welcome Party gone nutsI hit the ground with my back, hard. Fear welled inside my heart and I looked up to the imposing mare now standing over me. The look on her face sent shivers down my spine and my flee instincts were in full gear. But my struggle against the forcefull grip of her magic was futile. She held me in place as she stared full of lust in my eyes. Violet ones met my deep green with a few scattered amber flecks in them and a lot of fear but this, as every single time this happened, went unnoticed by the entranced female on top of me. For the last half an hour or so I tried to fend her of, to escape. This was not what I wanted, what I hoped for when I moved to this quiet and peacefull town a few days ago. This was exactly what I had tried to escape from when I moved here. "No please..." My plea was ignored like I knew it would happen but I had to, at least, try. The mare bent down and licked my jawline sensually and the muscles in my jaw clenched at the touch of the wet appendage. I began to fight desperatly against her magic but how was I supposed to break free from the grip of this one pony. Why had it come to this? How even? We both were on a "Welcome to Ponyville" Party not two hours ago and she seemed really nice and reserved. Not even interested in such kind of thing. But here I lay, sprawled on the ground and held down by her magic that was more forcefull than even iron shackles. I whined and tears started to leak from my eyes. I gathered all my willpower, which admittedly was even less then that of some yellow pegasus that I came to know as Fluttershy, and forced my mouth to cooperate with my thoughts. "Please... let me go... I don't wan-MPH!" My sentence was cut short by her tongue invading my mouth as I so dumbly let it open. I cursed myself for such a fault that I learned not to do a while back but I foolishly believed that I could talk sense into this one mare, that it would be different this time. But it was not. It never was. More tears strained my cheeks and actually didn't go unnoticed this time. She broke her kiss and looked down on my, igniting a glimmer of hope that she came to her senses and would let me go. But it was exstinguished not a second later when her lips curled up into a smile. "Oh look at that. Tears of joy? I'm flattered." Horror came where the hope left and I stared up in this lavender face which was illuminated slightly by the magenta glow around her horn. I shook my head and tried again to break free but again I did not even manage to shift my hooves in the slightest. Pure untainted panic run through my veins and the cold claws of fear dug into my heart. "No... please no... Tw-AAAHHHHNNNN" My body tensed as the pleasure spiked through it. She rubbed her back hoof against my marehood. It did not help in the slightest that I was oversensetive there by nature and so the first cry left my body without leaving me the littlest chance to hold it in. This, naturally, encourages the mare on top of me do repeat what she thought was something I wanted. I couldn't blame her. I never could blame anypony other then myself. Between my gasps and involuntary moans I managed to stutter. "Don't... please... not into mares...." This managed to get the attention of the mare one more time but again not in the way I had hoped. She grinned. "Oh? Well then your lucky you ran into me. Because I know just a spell or two." Her horn glowed brighter until it was enveloped in a almost blinding light. The logical part of my mind abandoned me after I felt a long and hard thing grow between our bodies and I began my struggle anew. All I could think of in this moment was to run away, to hide, to be everywhere but here. And I really wished, not for the first time in my life, that I had the horn of a unicorn or the strengh of an earth pony. But I was just a weak pegasus. All I could have done was fleeing before it came to this but I was oblivious. And I cursed myself again for not noticing. By now I should have experience with the signs mares gave off when they were more and more entranced by me but I wasn't. Fresh, desperate tears joined the growing puddle underneath my head and I was downright sobbing now. "No! Oh sweet Celestia! Please don't do that to me, Twil-AHN" Again I was cut off by something rubbing against my hole but this time I knew it would not just stay outside and torture my body into obeying. Then she whispered into my ear. "Funny that you chose to call for her. Because, you know, she is my mentor." I tried to cry out for her to stop, to not do what she was about to do. But my cry came to be a loud cry of agony, desperation and slight, non-deniable, lust as none other then Twilight Sparkle herself penetrated me. Spreading me wider and wider, oblivious to my shrill shouts of pain and panic. She was about to reach the one thing that I managed to keep through all these ordeals with other mares and horror was all that my heart consisted of at this point. She poked my hymen and I cried out again in hurt. But all I received was a chuckle from her. "A virgin? Why, I'm honored you give you virginity so willingly to me." I fought so hard to break her magic that I could swear I heard my bones breaking and cried out one last time. "NO!" But it was to late. With one strong thrust she broke my hymen and took away the only thing I had left. As her magically created appandage slid deeper and deeper into me I was broken, my struggling ceased and my body went limp. A dull ache radiated from my abdomen and I could feel the warm liquid of my blood flow out of my marehood. It wasn't much but it seemed to fit me. "Ngh... you're so tight." I did not respond. Deeper and deeper she parted me and I was lost. My body began to betray me as the pain made way for pleasure I never felt before. But my soul was shattered, my will broken and my resistance fled my body as the instincts took over. A moan escaped my lips and I made no effort to mute it. "See I knew you would like it. Wait till I'm all the way inside." All the way? What did she mean? Certainly she couldn't sink in me much deeper as she already did, or could she? A gasp flew past my lips as she prodded at something deep inside me. It felt so impossibly weird, but oh so good at the same time. Too late I saw the lustful grin on the youngest princess' face. "There it is." With a grunt and a strong push she pressed past the last barrier my body had to offer and slit right into my womb. My back arched upwards from the immense feelings that flooded my senses. Disbelief, vulnarability, a slight, barely noticable, pain and unspeakable amounts of pleasure. I screamed, screamed til my voice went hoarse but instead of stopping the alicorn it only spured her on. "Never thought you were a screamer. But go on. Scream as much as you like. Nopony will hear us." The phrase certainly was meant to be a reassureance or just plain bedroom conversation but it brought back the cold fear. I was alone, nopony would hear my calls for help, nopony would ever believe me even IF I could get out of here when Twilight was done with me. Who would believe when an absolute nopony as myself claimed to be raped by the bookish and reserved librarian that everypony in equestria looked up to? The princess of friendship. The same mare that just stole her virginity and now began thrusting, albeit gently, in and out of her. Neither spoke anymore. Just grunts from her and moans of immense pleasure from me. My body acted on its own and more and more it showed just how much it liked it. I imagined being somewhere else, my mind fled my body and left it behind not able to cope with it all. I was at a beach, Watching a beatiful sunset. Next to me sat my chosen one, my stallion. My knight that would protect me from everything. He was silent but we needed no words. I leaned against his shoulder and sighed happy. This was what I always wished for. Nothing could possibly go wrong anymore. I was here... and I was happy... One last strong thrust was all it took to break my self-induced trance as my body began to tense to the point of convulsion as my orgasm hit me completely unprepared due to the temporary escape of my mind. I heard myself neigh in pleasure and soon felt her cock in me pulse. My eyes widened in horror as my mind came to the conclusion that this only could mean that- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH Blinking colorful spots apeard in my sight as the first shot of sticky, hot semen hit the back of my womb and I prayed for a merciful unconsciousness but it never came. Twilight grunted in extasy on top of me as shot after shot filled me up to the point where it began leaking out around her cock. She collapsed on top of me and finally her magic faded. With it my restrains and the hard thing inside of me vanished. I couldn't move... I couldn't think... I was tired and the sudden absence of the cock inside of me left me with a feeling of emptiness I never felt before. So tired... I wanted to sleep... And never wake up again. Just before I slipped in my dream I felt the mare snuggle up to me. "Well that was fun." ReflectionsAs I gained consciousness again, albeit slowly, I felt myself moving. Actually moving, not being moved. I didn't have to open my eyes as they were already slightly open. My vision was blurry and my eyes hurt a little like I hadn't closed them for a long time. I noticed that I wasn't so much walking as limping. My right forehoof radiated a dull pain which quickly told me why it would be a bad idea trying to put weight on it. I blinked, which eased some of the pain I received from my eyes and helped me to see a bit more clearly. Apparently I left the library and was now walking through the streets of this town. My lips curled slightly up in a ghost of a smile. Good. As more and more of my body began to report for duty I became aware that I was hurt in several places. Not caring where I went I just let my hooves follow their own will. The first thing that came to mind was trying to move my wings, cause it would be much less painful to just fly if they were fine. But the sharp pain that came in response from my left one told me that flying was out of question. As I took stock of my body I desperately tried to ignore one region of it entirely. But to no avail. The ache and the strange feeling of something foreign in my womb were just too prominent. I felt unbelievably dirty at a area I could never hope to reach and clean. Tears began to well up in my eyes again as the inevitable memories swarmed my mind mercilessly. I couldn't blame her for what has happened as it was not her fault. And because... she would not even remember what she did. I went through this way more frequently as I cared to count. Every single time it was the same. A small smile crept to my lips again. At least I would not destroy her life now that my body has moved me out there on autopilot. It wasn't exactly like sleepwalking as I was not asleep during it. I just let my instincts of flight take over and shut my mind down so I didn't had to think. Thinking was bad as it brought back the memories. Memories that would take me several months to cover under a thick layer of ignorance and denial just to have every single memory of every single mare resurface when it happened again. To turture me, to mock me and screaming at me that it was all my fault. I did not know how and I did not know why. But I knew... it was my fault. I watched my tears fall to the ground below me and noticed that it was still dark. And again it was a good thing. Nopony would see me like this. All I had to do was guiding my steps just the littlest bit so I could get out of town. I just needed to get away... as far as I could. Nopony will ever know what has happened. The worst that could happen was that the mare would wake up and blush at the very detailed dream she had and maybe question herself what was wrong with her dreaming something like that. Nopony had to suffer because of me. I would never allow that ever again. Soon my wounds would be healed. None of them were severe and I learned how to nurse myself quite a while ago so I would not bother anypony. Suddenly my relatively good forehoof slipped underneath me and I cought me with my other one to support me out of reflex. Pain shot through the limp upwards, so much of it that I could have sworn that I saw it traveling up my leg and I cried out as it hit me. Almost instantly it buckled under me and I fell, face first, into the dirt. Clenching my teeth and squeezing my eyes shut. My ears swiveled back and forth hastily trying to catch any sound that could mean that I had drawn the attention of somepony towards me. After what felt like a little eternity I calmed down and struggled to get on my hooves again. Carefully avoiding the one which caused me to yelp. Looking in front of me for the first time I discovered that I wasn't that far away from what looked like systematically planted trees. Good. Didn't want to stumble into the Everfree by accident anyway. I knew it wasn't season for any kind of fruit that would grow in these parts so I could head in and hide there. At least to rest a bit. Maybe I could find a pond and wash me so that I didn't look like I was raped. Then I could just head towards the hospital and pretend that my injuries came from a crash-landing. I smiled again. Yeah that was a good idea. Nopony would ask me any inconvenient questions and I would probably be in good care. That was good. Just pretending nothing ever happened at all. Maybe I myself would come to believe it at some point. My thoughts apparently kept me busy longer than I thought and my wonderful legs had kept moving into the orchard. I looked over my shoulder and no sign of the town could be seen anymore. I sighed relieved but it turned into yet another yelp as I stumbled over a root. Again I had hit the ground but this time all strength my flight instinct had given to me disappeared. An overwhelming fatigue flooded my senses and in a matter of seconds I drifted off to sleep. "Mommy! What are you doing?" "Shh, sweetie. It's alright. See? I'm just cuddling with my filly a bit." "B-but Mo-" *gasp* "That feel so weird. P-please stop..." "Oh, sweetie. Believe me, you will enjoy it." "No. Mommy... please... lemme go..." I did not wake up scared. I did not bolt upright. I did not even open my eyes. Tears soaked my fur as the dream lingerd a bit before fading completely. It was the oldest of my buried memories and at the same time the most painful. My body ached and now the part of me that was formerly focused on walking noticed that my fetlocks burned and a dull pain radiated from them with every beat of my heart. That, sadly, was not new for me either. If I would part my fur to take a closer look I would see the burn marks that the magic left behind on them. Luckily they would be unnoticeable if not looked for directly. I felt too tired to get up already but the fear of that dream kept me awake. A sob escaped me and I made no effort to hold back the oncoming tears. What kept me going, I wondered. After that night I had everything taken from me that I managed to save over all this ordeals. So what kept me going? Maybe it was hope, maybe just plain fear of death. I wasn't able to finish my thoughts though because a worried mumble drifted to my ears. Maybe earlier in my life I would have tensed up or even attempt to escape but I gave it all up just then and there. The voice... was female. The irony slapped me so hard across my muzzle that I almost thought it was an actual blow. Here I lay, barely escaped one mare only to be found by another one. I heard the unmistakable groan of a wooden cart and then an impact as the cart fell forward. Apparently because the pony pulling it left it with haste. I just kept my eyes closed and waited for the inevitable to happen. It had to be every second now that the mare was close enough to take in the view of my body fully and whatever it was that kept mares advancing on me would take its effect on her. A hoof touched my shoulder and, albeit I gave up, my body tensed involuntarily. I heard a small and broken voice utter a plea and I registered belatedly that it was my own. "Please just leave me alone..." "Eenope." My heart skipped a beat and my eyes shot open. The voice was way too deep to belong to a mare and I felt myself crying again but this time out of relief. There was a stallion with the mare I heard before. Whatever charm I possessed never seemed to work whenever there was a stallion or at least three mares around. "Hey sugarcube. What got ya roghed up so badly?" That was the mares voice but it didn't matter. I was safe. Unable to process the feelings that flooded me all at once I just stayed there a bit. Unmoving. Grinning to myself like a madmare and crying until a face came into my line of sight. I could not make out many details but it was red and definitely a stallions. His deep, but somehow melodic, voice resonated all the way to my core. "Are y'all alright?" The worry in his voice brought new tears of joy and I let them flow freely as I slowly shook my head and stuttered the only response I thought they would believe. "Got hit by a strong current.... crashed here..." He nodded and then disappeared from view but shortly after I felt myself getting lifted of the ground. A second later my sight was blocked by what I first mistook for a red wall. I soon noticed that this wall was moving and that it had fur. I felt myself blush when I finally registered that I was lying on the back of the stallion and even more as I started to feel his muscles flexing under me. It felt so good, so relaxing, so secure that I soon got lost in the feeling of his fur rubbing against mine and his smell, oh sweet Celestia this smell. He smelled a bit of sweat and musk but it wasn't unpleasant. Quite the opposite. To me it was the most heavenly scent I've had ever smelled. The scent of a hard working stallion who kept his body clean after work, so that only the fresh sweat could be smelled. Oh Celestia I loved that scent. Author's Note Heya to everyone that is still reading this. First I'd like to thank everyone that liked my story even if I have done nothing to explain a single thing yet. But be patient and everything will be explained later on. I wanted to say that I probably won't update this story very frequently and that it is an exception that I updated this fast. But I've gotten some comments now that demand clarification and so I thought I move this story on a bit to maybe cover at least some basic things without spilling the beans completely. Also I was informed that my english is quite bad so I appologize for every mistake and grammatical catastrophe I might have caused. I hope you can enjoy my story nonetheless Welcome to Ponyville“Hey, is everything alright?” A bit dizzy I searched for the source of the voice and I found it to belong to a lavender unicorn with a really straight manecut. Her sapphire blue mane looked like it was actually trimmed with the help of a rule or something. Not even the pink stripe which ran through it succeeded in making her appear less like a bookworm. Her eyes though were something else entirely. They were curious, friendly, warm and, at this very moment, slightly anxious. For a brief moment I wondered if I had ever seen such a mysterious shade of violet. It was almost as if they glowed with some underlying secret. As if there was more to them as what was visible to the naked eye. The promise of a great mystery and of an immeasurable price, if somepony would take the time and indulge in them. I sighed internally. Why couldn’t these eyes belong to a stallion? “Yeah. I’m okay. Just… what’s the deal with this hyperactive pony?” The mare giggled behind her hoof. “It’s just how Pinkie is. She is actually a very kind pony and cares for her friends. Though she can get a bit overexcited at times she tries her best to make friends with every new pony in town.” She hesitated a bit but continued after a few seconds. “So… I take it that you are the new pony?” I nodded. “Mhm. Moved here just yesterday. My name is Amber Dream. Pleased to meet you… erm.” “Oh I’m Twilight Sparkle.” She held out her hoof for me to shake but I stood still in shock. That mare in front of me couldn’t possibly be the Twilight Sparkle, could she? The princess Twilight Sparkle? A quick, and maybe not so subtle, glance at her sides showed me that what I beforehoof thought was a unicorn was, indeed, an alicorn. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but it was already too late. She let her hoof drop back to the ground and her eyes saddened at my behavior. I felt a pang of guilt in my heart. It was painfully obvious that this mare didn’t want to be treated in any other way than a normal mare. My ears fell flat against my skull and I tried to apologize hastily but she already was on her way through the crowd. Not hesitating this time I followed after her and attempted to stop her by placing a hoof on her shoulder. She actually turned around but as our eyes met again the whole world turned upside down. ~~~+++~~~ My back was on the ground. The noise of the crowd had vanished so instantly that my ears ringed with the volume of the silence around me. I tried to move but my hooves and my wings alike met an unbreakable resistance. What was going on? Panic crept into my soul as I could feel the touch of hooves on me. My eyes darted around and soon found another pair with a very mysterious shade of violet. Briefly I wondered if I had ever seen such a color. The pony they belonged to had a straight manecut. It actually looked like she trimmed her blue hair with the help of a rule or something. Not even the pink stripe which ran through it succeeded in making her appear less like a bookworm. Her eyes though were something else entirely. Her gaze was half lidded, sultry, and filled with a desperate hunger to fulfill a need which had been unfulfilled for way too long. They apparently burned with desire. And they almost screamed it out loud. The promise of a great night and immeasurable pleasure, not caring in the slightest if the target of this gaze wanted it or not. ”Twilight… please don’t…” The mare giggled behind her hoof. “Don’t what? Don’t delay it any longer? Don’t tease you and go for it for real?” She pouted playfully. “Awww but I like teasing.” An involuntary moan escaped my lips as she brushed against my privates. She grinned deviously. “See? I knew you would enjoy it.” I gasped and tried my best to hold back more noises but it was futile. A whimper forced its way past my lips, supposed to be a sound of desperation and to make her stop. But it only spurred her on. The only few words I could say between my pathetic attempts to not sound like I enjoyed it were that I wasn’t into mares. But instead of stopping her she just kept on molesting my marehood. She leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Oh? Well then you‘re lucky you ran into me. Because I know just a spell or two." Her horn began to glow brighter and brighter until I was blinded by a flash of magic. ~~~+++~~~ I blinked. “Look I’m used to this kind of reaction by now. I just… don’t like seeing the shock on anypony’s face.” The only thing I could do was staring at her but that was not what I did. I sighed and hang my head in shame. “I’m sorry for it nonetheless. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I was just kinda overwhelmed. Never thought I would actually meet one of you princesses and that in a small town like this.” I stood in the middle of the crowd again, to be precise, in front of Twilight and apologized for my behavior. What was going on here? A quick glance over the crowd revealed that nopony else seemed to have noticed anything. They were just chatting about things I could not quite catch. But just as I thought that I may have just imagined being raped my eyes fell on a midnight blue pony which looked utterly confused and offended. Her turquoise eyes stared wide open at nothing in particular and what was even more interesting was the fact that nopony else seemed to care. I left Twilight, all but forgotten, behind and made my way through the crowd. Somehow it was of utmost importance now that I found out who this strange pony was. Eventually I found her and this time I was the pony who had the anxious look on its face. “Are you alright?” Apparently me addressing her directly startled her immensely. She stared at me, wide eyed and her mouth agape. I was worried for her wellbeing because she looked ready to faint then and there. It took her only a few moments to regain her composure. She appeared to be a, albeit just a little, taller than normal unicorn. Her mane was a lighter blue and her midnight blue coat shimmered a bit. Her posture could almost be described as regal. “Thou can see us?” I eyed her up and down as if I would find something that would explain her strange question. But I found nothing. “Erm yes. Why shouldn’t I?” She eyeballed me for a few seconds and just as I began to feel uncomfortable her horn started to glow in a very beautiful shade of blue. I wouldn’t be able to describe the color if my life depended on it. It was just beautiful. Yes the color of her aura should be named beautiful blue. But what happened in the next moment extinguished these thoughts. The world around me shifted and changed, turned itself upside down again and one more time I could feel the hard and unyielding wood under my back. A pain shot through my head as if it had the purpose to split it open but I could not scream. I struggled as hard as I could against the magical restraints but they would not give in. Fresh, desperate tears joined the growing puddle underneath my head and I was downright sobbing now. "No! Oh sweet Celestia! Please don't do that to me, Twil-AHN" I was cut off by something rubbing against my marehood but this time I knew it would not just stay outside and torture my body into obeying. Then she whispered into my ear. "Funny that you chose to call for her. Because, you know, she is my mentor." I tried to cry out for her to stop, to not do what she was about to do. And it never came. A new voice cut through the silence. “ENOUGH!” Confused but thankful I searched for my savior but she was not within my field of view. Twilight for her part seemed to have frozen in mid movement but what confused me even more was that she actually was not moving at all. Like somepony had just stopped time itself. I tried to break free from my restraints once more but just like before it was futile. So I tried to address the other pony which must have been here with me. “E-excuse me? I’m really grateful that you stopped her but can you please free me?” My request was met with nothing but silence. I waited and with every passing second fear took hold of my heart again. Certainly whoever had saved me could not keep time from flowing for long. I wasn’t a unicorn but even I knew that it was a magical feat to behold. Just when I opened my mouth again I finally got my answer. “I cannot believe what I see.” The sound of hooves on wood echoed through the room and then the same midnight blue pony which seemed so out of place before stepped into my view. The look on her face was shocked, her eyes glued on the lavender pony on top of me. “What have you done? Sadness replaced shock and I found myself unable to interrupt her thoughts. I felt sorry for her. Here I lay, mere seconds before I would lose the only thing I had left, and the sadness in her eyes made me feel sorry for her. She shouldn’t have been here nor should she have seen what happened here. My heart fell into an endless pit as I realized. She wasn’t here to help me. She couldn’t even if she wanted to. And I smiled. “This is a dream… isn’t it?” Her silence was all the answer I needed. “This already happened… and it cannot be undone… right?” I closed my eyes and let my tears flow freely. I felt the world shaking around me but I didn’t care. But suddenly I felt the urge to tell her. My voice was barely a whisper. ”It’s not her fault.” This managed to gain the attention of the blue pony and she even took her gaze off of Twilight to look into my eyes silently questioning me to explain. But I shook my head. ”I don’t know how but I do this to other mares… please don’t be mad at her. It is not…” I blinked and was greeted by a white pillow. I was resting on my side and my wing throbbed a little signaling that I lay on it for too long. A blanked was draped over me and the smell of disinfectant in the air told me that I apparently was in the hospital. Strange. I must have fallen asleep on this stallion’s back and he had carried me all the way to the hospital. I tried to move myself to a more comfortable position but flinched as several parts of my body protested furiously. My breath caught in my throat and a tiny whimper escaped me as the pain hit me full on. I told myself to keep on breathing. This was not the first time I was in pain and I knew better than to risk passing out due to the lack of oxygen. After a few moments to prepare myself mentally I changed my position in spite of the agony the movement caused me. When the pain died down again, which took remarkably more time than before, I looked out of the window and up to the beautiful moon in the equally beautiful night sky. I didn’t know why but I whispered like there was some being out there who would hear me. ”It’s not her fault.” Nightly therapyAuthor's Note Hey guys. Kept you waiting for long enough. So here's the new chapter but don't expect new updates coming more frequent. My english sucks still so feel free to comment on it. Nightly therapy Try as I might the merciful ignorance of a dreamless sleep deluded me. My gaze stayed fixed on the window in my room here in the hospital. I did not know if my memories betrayed me but I was not able to tell who this strange, midnight blue Pony in my dreams was. What did she even do in there? I did not remember meeting a pony quite like her but still she seemed awfully familiar. Desperate to bury the memories of my encounter with Twilight I began to check on my injuries and how they have been treated. Not that I was a nurse or even vaguely knowledgeable enough to say if they should have been treated any other way but I had nothing else to do. Like any other Pony of my kind I checked on my wings first. My right one was neatly resting at my side but even a non Pegasus would be able to tell that it was in severe need of a prolonged preening session. My left wing though probably was in a much worse state because it was tightly bound to my side and bandaged. Just the tiniest strain in my wing’s muscles told me that I had hurt my joint at some point trough the night and I winced at the pain that it emanated. This however informed me of other sources of discomfort throughout my body. My right foreleg as a whole seemed to throb with my heartbeat as there were several injuries at once. The fetlock seemed sprained, or at least I hoped it was just that. But the fact that it was only bandaged and not in a cast did mean that it was not broken. The shoulder radiated a dull ache I recognized. I guessed it had been dislocated but was put back in its socket when I was brought in the hospital. Resulting in a pulled muscle. The examination of my foreleg led me to another realization. They had treated my magic burn marks. Shock and unbearable shame flooded my mind. They knew. They had to after they found the evidence of restraint on my legs and probably on my wings too. Burying my face in the pillow to muffle my sobs I began to cry. My snout hurt a little from falling the other night but I couldn’t care less as the fabric beneath began to dampen with what tears were left in me. And suddenly the awareness of my situation came crushing down on me like a ton of bricks. I was raped, my womb was tainted with the seed of Equestria’s newly crowned princess and I didn’t even know if it could impregnate me. I wasn’t in heat but the possibility still stood. At least it wasn’t unheard of. My panic only rose to higher levels when I realized that the semen was magical. Maybe it was enchanted to impregnate? How could I know? I was just a Pegasus after all and on top of that I didn’t even understand our inherent magic at all. How was I supposed to understand that of a unicorn, or in this case, an alicorn’s? The tingling sensation my underbelly decided to sent me just then didn’t help settle my fears in the slightest and broke my stubborn ignorance of my lower half. I felt the bile rise in my belly, the new sensations so foreign and wrong that I was ready to throw up then and there. And throw up I did. All I could do to not drown in my own puke was to turn my head so that the contents of my stomach, which were plenty thanks to the welcome party, spilled over my pillow and a large portion of the upper bed before it began falling down the side and landing with a wet splash on the disinfected floor. A burning exploded in my throat due to the acid corroding it and my nostrils filled with the unmistakable scent of puke. I couldn’t breathe but I couldn’t stop throwing up either. My stomach seemed set on emptying every last thing it contained. Somewhere in the middle of it the door to my room opened but I didn’t notice. That is until I felt somepony pick my head up and shove a bedpan under the stream of half digested food. When there was nothing left to throw up my tummy convulsed in what must have been the most painful way possible, trying to find anything else to push up and out. My breath came in short pained gasps and my head felt a little dizzy from the forced lack of oxygen. I was sure I had my eyes open but I saw nothing. My brain was simply unable to process any other thing than the utter need to extricate everything from my body that did not belong in it. So I never saw it coming. “There there. Everything will be alright.” Panic shot through my veins faster than any substance should have the right to do when I heard the mare’s voice. Cold unforgiving terror griped my heart when her hoof patted my mane affectionately, leaving no question as to what her intensions were. How could I forget that nurses were mostly mares? How could I forget that a hospital was the least safe spot for me to be? “Look at the mess you made.” She tsked gently and proceeded with cleaning up said mess. I tried to scoot away from her, tried to get up and flee but all I managed was a weak squirm and some pained whines whenever my struggling put too much strain on any of my injured body parts. This however didn’t go unnoticed by the mare with the nurse cap upon her light pink mane. Her coat shimmered like a freshly polished pearl in the moonlight and I had to admit that she probably had difficulties fending off all the stallions that were certainly trying to catch her tail (if you catch my drift). In the gentle light of the moon even I myself couldn’t do anything about my thoughts being enraptured by her beauty. But I could shake these stray thoughts away easily as she looked straight in my eyes. Hers were the half lidded lusty pools that promised unlimited pleasure. The eyes I feared the most. I could only imagine that mine went from enraptured wonder to horrified in a split second. “Please don’t struggle too much or else you could hurt yourself further. Plus-“ She winked and gave me a coy smile. Her face came nearer and nearer until her snout was practically inside one of my ears. She whispered, of that much I was sure, but the closeness to my eardrum made it sound as if she just spoke normally, if dripping with lust and an underlying threat. “If you do so nevertheless I have to sedate you for your own wellbeing.” Instantly my body went rigid. Not a single muscle dared to move and even my breathing was so shallow that it seemed like I wasn’t breathing at all. She had threatened to drug me into submission if I didn’t do so willingly. Fresh tears welled up in my eyes as I resigned to my fate and let my body fall limp. I averted my gaze but every other thing I could look at was the crust of my rapidly drying puke on the edge of the bed. So I decided that it would be for the best if I just stared out of the window and to the moon. My mind would flee my body again like it always did. Only to be brought back by another orgasm that was forced upon me. This time, though, it seemed like I wouldn’t be granted such a retreat. Normally the mares would just go “straight for the prize”, like they say. But this nurse, she was different. Her hooves danced over my barrel and my belly in a fashion right between stroking and tickling. To say it enthralled me wasn’t an exaggeration and I felt little shivers coming from my body more and more voluntarily. Her caressing my body felt good and caring almost intoxicating so. It didn’t feel like the teasing I received from time to time if something like this happened but like she really cared. That she actually wanted to make me feel good instead of just forcing pleasure upon me. I shook my head firmly to chase these thoughts away but they kept nagging at the edges of my conscious mind combined with the actual not so bad feelings my body provided. But I stayed focused. If this mare really put so much effort in the wellbeing of her patients then she was the best nurse I’ve ever heard of and that might give me the chance to stop this from happening. So I took all my willpower and concentrated on the fact that I did not like mares that way and never will. That gave me the strength to speak firm but kind. “Excuse me, nurse. Would you please stop your advance and leave me alone? I’m not compppfffffff!” My whole body shook when the caressing ended abruptly with a sharp pain surging through my abdomen and all the way up to my head. My mouth opened and what came out was a mixture of a pained shout and an involuntary moan of pleasure as she had bitten one of my nipples. Stars exploded in my vision as the certainness that she would not stop was driven with force in my mind. When the sting of pain made way for a much lesser and duller one I heard her actually giggling at my extend. But before I could say so much as a word she began to massage the teat and lick the bitten nipple on top of it softly, speaking between her licks. “It seems that you have a little ache that needs tending to. I will make you feel better.” Pain and pleasure flared in perfect harmony with every lick over my hurt nipple and I could feel how my body started betraying me again while the pain held my conscious mind firmly in place. I couldn’t flee. I couldn’t pretend that I wasn’t there. Every moan out of my sore throat actually felt like it was one of my own and not one only my body would conjure. My awareness was chained to the situation and I could feel my resistance melting away with each lick that brought pleasure and pain combined. I couldn’t have been prepared for what came next. She took my nipple in her mouth and began suckling on it like a newborn foal. My back arched and my mouth opened for another, louder moan. The harmony of pain and pleasure was gone and they were now fighting for dominance over each other with my mind right in the crossfire. I didn’t even realize at first that her other hoof had found my second teat and started kneading it as well. That is until she decided to pinch the nipple on top of it eliciting a near scream from me. In a very strange way it felt like she was doing a surgery on me. Every action planned, every suckle meticulously thought through, everything set up to bring me both agony and ecstasy at the same time. That was when my ears picked up a sound that was definitely not one of my own. They swiveled in the direction facing away from the window and when my gaze followed their lead I couldn’t help but stare at the display before me, shellshocked. My room was not a single bed room like I thought it would be. There certainly weren’t supposed to be many accidents in a little town like this so it never occurred to me that they even had any other thing than one bed rooms. But it wasn’t one. There before my eyes laid another pony in a second bed and by the sounds it made she was enjoying the show quite much. The sudden lack of sound on my behalf didn’t go unnoticed by the nurse, though. And thus she stopped suckling on my one nipple only to do the most merciless thing she could do right then. She bit in my other one hard enough that I was sure she must have broken the skin. My high pitched scream filled the room and mingled with the moan it caused from the mare in the other bed. It took way more time for the pain to lose its sharpness this time and I could feel hot tears flowing down my cheeks as the sobs wrecked my body. This had been too much for me and the pleasure she had brought me dissipated almost immediately. But again it did not stop the nurse from continuing. In fact it prompted her to look a little lower. The gasp followed by an amused coo confused me at first. But I did not need to ask as she provided the answer willingly. “Would you believe this? Your juices are glowing, sweetie.” The blood in my veins froze with such quickness that I should have died then and there. It must have been the magical sperm leaking out of me because I got wet from her ‘ministrations’. That brought me to realize another thing, namely that, indeed, Twilights semen was enchanted in some way and I desperately hoped that it would just be that it glowed. Another involuntary moan escaped my lips. She just had to have a taste of it and again I was not prepared for it because my mind had reeled with panic concerning an unwanted pregnancy. On the first lick followed several more. Every new one more erratic, more desperate than the one before. “Oh Celestia. You taste divine!” It took her no time at all to clean me on the outside but she wasn’t going to stop there as she seemed addicted to the fluid leaking out of my body. She let go off of me and took one long breath of air before, literally, diving in once again. She pressed her snout with such force in my nethers that I could feel the tip of it entering me as her tongue darted out and began eagerly squirming around inside of me. That proved to be too much for my already weakened mind and I began to moan in earnest pleasure. My body had betrayed me and my mind followed suit. It gave in to the immense amount of pleasure and reduced me to a quivering moaning mass of pure ecstasy. This in itself proved to be too much for the other mare and her oppressed moans floated through the room while her whole bed shook with the convulsions only an orgasm could provide. I myself wasn’t too far behind but that was the last coherent thought that graced me with its present for a while as everything went white. ~~~+++~~~ I bolted upright and immediately regretted doing so as I opened my mouth to scream in agony. But everything that came out was a hoarse whine. My throat felt terrible. Dry and sore at the same time. I looked for something to drink and in fact there stood a glass of clear water at the nightstand of my bed. Greedily I took it in my hooves, noticing that the action hurt my right fetlock a bit but I didn’t care. In a few strong gulps I emptied the glass and put it back sighing in contentment. Just then I checked my surroundings but wasn’t able to find anything out of the ordinary. My bed and pillow were clean and the bedpan too. A look to my left confirmed that there was another bed in my room but it was empty and freshly made by the looks of it. It looked like there hadn’t been a pony at all during the last few days. Confusion filled my mind and I was just about to believe that everything was just a nightmare but then I felt for my nipples and winced. The pain in itself was indicator enough but I could even feel the indents of teeth on them. So I sighed and sank back in my bed. “Whoohoo me…” QuestionsAuthor's Note Before you read this chapter I want to point out that I would have liked to make it a little longer but it just felt right to end it when I reached the end of this chapter to underline the severity of the last statement in it. Hope you enjoy. Questions I had stared at the ceiling for the last few hours. Try as I might I could not even hope to describe how I felt in that moment. As a matter of fact I felt nothing at all. Don’t take me wrong, the feelings were there, every single feeling known to ponykind and maybe even a little more each fighting in a destructive storm through the back of my mind. I myself had cut off the connection to them and was now standing a distance away while watching how the raging force of nature tore apart everything in its wake. Only a few of them stuck to me and were impossible to shake off. Deep and unforgiving despair, guilt, maculation and fear. The knowledge that all of this was my fault didn’t help either and I knew that I would never be able to cope with any of it. Ignorance and denial helped in the past but they wouldn’t now. My uninjured hoof traveled from my chest to my belly as I came to terms with the possibility of a pregnancy. Abortion wasn’t an option. It never was. After all, I could not bring myself to punish an unborn life, to take away the chance of a new life, just because it was conceived under such circumstances. The hope that its… ‘father’ would take care of it and furthermore responsibility for what she had done brought a little warmth to my otherwise cold heart. I could never live with them, that much was for sure. Not after what she had done to me. Nevertheless I would, as it was my conviction that my own milk would be the best the foal could get. But what would happen after the foal wasn’t dependent on it anymore? Nursing was said to be the most bonding experience every mother could have with her foal. Would I even be able to leave my own child then? Tears welled up in my eyes because the answer was clear as day. No, no I wouldn’t. I would be forced to live with my rapist the rest of my life, very likely to be raped even more times due to her being, and remaining, female. With a firm shake of my head I let go off the depressing thoughts. I reassured myself that it was still more plausible that I would not conceive. I wasn’t in heat and I didn’t even know if the semen, albeit enchanted to at least glow, was fertile. The door to the room I was in opened, further distracting me from my thoughts and replacing it with fear instead. But to my intense relief in came a stallion dressed in a doctor’s overall. What was way less relieving though, were the two stallions clad in the golden armor of the royal guard following the doctor inside and remaining at the sides of the door. The doctor, completely ignoring the guards, wore a little comforting smile as he stood next to my bed. What caught my interest was that he left quite a distance between himself and my form. Wondering as to why he did that, it didn’t take me long to understand. And as I did my ears fell flat against the sides of my head and I averted my gaze, no longer able to look him in the eyes. It was painfully obvious that he kept his distance because he didn’t want to frighten me. For all he knew I was raped and very likely to be afraid of stallions. It seemed that he interpreted my action wrong and spoke in a very careful and comforting manner. “You don’t need to be afraid. You’re safe now and I’m just here to inform you of a few…” He hesitated briefly and I could imagine that a look of uncertainty crossed his features. “Circumstances.” He concluded weakly. I remained silent and he took that as prompt to continue on, his voice losing some of the warmth it carried just moments ago. “I’m terribly sorry that I must break this news to you, but due to the nature of your injuries we had to assume that you were being raped and thus called the guard to begin the investigation on your case.” A few moments he waited for any reaction out of me, but he got none as I just stared absently at the sheets covering the area where in this very moment could be a new life forming. Again he misunderstood my silence and took a few steps away from me. “If you are not comfortable to speak with a stallion right now, I’m sure I can get the guards to leave and the questioning continued by a mare in privacy.” At this my head snapped up and terror took hold of my voice, as I voiced what had to be the least he expected. “NO! No mares! Please, don’t send the guards away.” The look I received as an answer was one of utter confusion. I almost could see the gears in his head try to work with what they got and slowly they came to a conclusion as realization took the place of confusion. It lasted only a few moments till it changed again to a new incredulous one. “A… a mare did this to you?” All I could do, was to hang my head in shame, as my eyes closed and a few tears began to fall. A long silence stretched on in the room and I could only imagine how absurd that must have sounded. Rape was a crime nearly unheard of in Equestria, so unheard of in fact that not even a sentence was set for it in the law, but as our rulers were all mares, one could fathom that it was never judged lightly. That a mare had raped another mare, furthermore in this particular way, was without precedence, as it was deemed impossible for nearly every single unicorn to cast the spell that was needed. As fate would have it, just one being capable of magic this advanced, resided in Ponyville and I heard the gasp from my side as the stallion reached the inevitable conclusion. “D-do you know… who?” Again I didn’t answer right away, but as I did my voice was void of any emotions. “I remember. Every… single… detail.” And one more time, I did something that was obviously unexpected. I lifted my head and smiled, what would later be described the most sad smile ever seen. “Don’t judge her. It’s not her fault.” This proved to be too much for him as he whirled around and hurriedly left the room. I remained in my bed, unmoving for a few more minutes, as I saw something that said everything about the severity of my situation. A single tear ran down the cheek of the stoic face, belonging to the guard whose face was visible to me. FateAuthor's Note Here is the second half of the chapter I published today. Hence it is a small chapter too. Enjoy and please comment. Fate After the doctor had stormed out, I was left alone once again. Well, if one ignored the guards standing at the door, but they could have been statues instead and nopony would have noticed. ‘Twas as it was supposed to be, but I still couldn’t shake the picture of the one single tear from my mind. A few moments later their sight unnerved me and so I opted to look out of the window instead. The sky was almost void of clouds and its hue of blue was not ugly, but again my thoughts went on, about how it paled in comparison to the color of that pony’s aura in my dream. These thoughts led me to others about colors and suddenly two orbs of the most mysterious shade of violet popped up before my mind’s eye. Shocked I blinked several times as events, likely to unfold, forced themselves upon me. Probably they arrested Twilight in this very moment, dragging her out of her home and onto the streets. Reporters from both, close and far away, would flash their cameras, further deepening the troubles I had put her through. Maybe a mob of citizens would have built by then and asking for what gave them the right to just drag her princess through the streets. I almost could hear the gasps of the crowd, when they heard about what happened. There was a chance that there would be an uproar from the crowd and even though the guards would keep them at bay, a few would throw things or stones at the lavender alicorn. Shunning her for a crime she did not even remember committing. The feeling of tears running down my cheeks brought me out of my imagination and I instantly realized why. Here I lay. Raped. Possibly impregnated. And I cried because I ruined the life of the very mare that took everything from me, even my dream of living peacefully with a stallion by my side. I cried for her, not for me. Because I broke the promise I made myself, that I would never again destroy the life of another pony, regardless what they did to me. But I couldn’t help it anymore. I should have said that I didn’t remember anything about the night. Maybe then the doctor would have just covered everything up and she could have lived on, oblivious that she sired a foal through rape. Now though, there was bound to be a huge scandal. Not a single newspaper would go without a photo of her ‘highness’, the princess who raped an innocent mare and even sired a foal through it. Irritated I shook my head a few times. When did it become a fact that I would even be pregnant? Confused as to why it seemed so dead set to me just a mere seconds ago, I frowned at my hooves. My first idea was to call for a doctor to run a pregnancy test, but I discarded it almost as quick as it came to me. It would be another weak at minimum until this test would make sense. Because my body would start to prepare for the foal to grow inside of me and just then it was possible to even tell. Fear rushed through my system again when the possibility hit me again. It had done that several times already and I really should have realized by this point, that the possibility was very real, but my practiced denial overshadowed the fact time and time again. And it never lost one bit of its force. My stare was fixed at the sheets again, just over the place where my belly was and again I felt terrified beyond belief. But there was something else and I tried to fight it back, at first. A hoof laid itself on it and despite me crying still, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Fear ebbed away, never quite leaving, but dulled due to the other feeling. Maybe it was this feeling that made me so convinced that I was pregnant before? I was at a loss of words to describe exactly what it was I was feeling, but it came very close to pleasant anticipation. Giving birth was a part of my dreams, after all. Maybe, just maybe, this could work out in the end. Maybe I was able to learn how to love Twilight and maybe, though it was a very, very small maybe, the princess could figure out what it was, that drew mares to me and she could heal it? That was if they didn’t sentence her to a life imprisonment for rape. Could I convince them that it was consensual? It would safe her and would spare me a life as a branded mare. But most importantly, it would prevent my foal from being an outcast, even if it meant that I had to live with my rapist. Repeating that night over and over again. A strange calm washed over me then and I didn't need to wonder as to why, because I knew it was the calm that came with accepting ones fate. A chuckle void of joy escaped my lips. Fate. Destiny. What grave words in pony culture. My gaze shifted slightly to where my flank would have been, but I didn’t look at the sheets. I could almost see the two open wings that made up my Cutie Mark. The most cliché Cutie Mark a Pegasus like myself could get, if they would have been the wings of my kind or even any known animal. No, the wings on my flanks were so full of feathers that they had to be bigger as Celestia’s own, consisting of no color, at all. A passerby would have described the color as ‘pure white’ but I knew better. The wings in my Cutie Mark lacked all colors, they simply had none. The irony of it all got the better of me and I began to laugh, lacking any happiness or mirth in the action, while I buried my face in my hooves and bent over to let my mane fall around it to hide myself away from the cruelty. Wings, the Cutie Mark to represent freedom more than any other and here I just accepted my fate of being a victim to recurring rape of unknown quantity during my future. I didn’t care, that there were technically ponies watching me, I didn’t care that, at any moment, the door could open to reveal even more ponies. I just cried. Everything came crushing down right then and there. Every single advance in my past, some more prominent then others. Every single time I was on the verge of just giving up, but finding the strength to go on, to live on. My years of denial caught up to me and threatened to strangle me in the process. A few gasps of breath were everything I could manage between my sobs and silent screaming. I rocked myself to and fro in an unsuccessful attempt to calm me. I didn’t care to look up when I heard the doors open and not even when this was followed by quite the commotion. My head became more and more dizzy, the few gasps obviously not providing enough oxygen. Losing consciousness sounded not half as bad to me, but that changed with one sharp and shocked intake of air, as I felt a wing wrapping around me. The flinch, it brought out of me, distanced my eyes enough from my hooves, so that they could open and open even wider, until I was staring at the matted fur on my forelegs and everything went to dead silent. A hoof stroked my mane and I was breathing now, even if it was just shallow. The wing around my back pulling me in slightly, not with enough force to make me lean in but I did so nonetheless, my hooves sinking to the sheets in the process. I must have looked like a truly broken mare then and maybe I was. Because the wing tightened the tiniest amount around me, while a not unexpected voice drifted to my ear in what was merely a whisper. “I’m so indescribable sorry for what I’ve done to you.” There was genuine regret in her voice, but no single sign of a tremble or uncertainty as she stated. “We will make it through, together. I will be there for you and our foal and I promise that I won’t let something like this happen ever again.” I didn’t shy away and felt my eyes close once again, as my body relaxed into her embrace. A tiny voice in the back of my head asked why I wasn’t freaking out, but it mattered none. The pony stroking and holding me just confirmed what I had feared and instead of screaming, crying, or even beating her, I just let everything go. Again my uninjured hoof laid itself upon my belly, where I now knew for certain, a new life would grow, only to be covered by a lavender one, gently stroking. “I believe you, Twilight…”
A Welcome Party gone nutsI hit the ground with my back, hard. Fear welled inside my heart and I looked up to the imposing mare now standing over me. The look on her face sent shivers down my spine and my flee instincts were in full gear. But my struggle against the forcefull grip of her magic was futile. She held me in place as she stared full of lust in my eyes. Violet ones met my deep green with a few scattered amber flecks in them and a lot of fear but this, as every single time this happened, went unnoticed by the entranced female on top of me. For the last half an hour or so I tried to fend her of, to escape. This was not what I wanted, what I hoped for when I moved to this quiet and peacefull town a few days ago. This was exactly what I had tried to escape from when I moved here. "No please..." My plea was ignored like I knew it would happen but I had to, at least, try. The mare bent down and licked my jawline sensually and the muscles in my jaw clenched at the touch of the wet appendage. I began to fight desperatly against her magic but how was I supposed to break free from the grip of this one pony. Why had it come to this? How even? We both were on a "Welcome to Ponyville" Party not two hours ago and she seemed really nice and reserved. Not even interested in such kind of thing. But here I lay, sprawled on the ground and held down by her magic that was more forcefull than even iron shackles. I whined and tears started to leak from my eyes. I gathered all my willpower, which admittedly was even less then that of some yellow pegasus that I came to know as Fluttershy, and forced my mouth to cooperate with my thoughts. "Please... let me go... I don't wan-MPH!" My sentence was cut short by her tongue invading my mouth as I so dumbly let it open. I cursed myself for such a fault that I learned not to do a while back but I foolishly believed that I could talk sense into this one mare, that it would be different this time. But it was not. It never was. More tears strained my cheeks and actually didn't go unnoticed this time. She broke her kiss and looked down on my, igniting a glimmer of hope that she came to her senses and would let me go. But it was exstinguished not a second later when her lips curled up into a smile. "Oh look at that. Tears of joy? I'm flattered." Horror came where the hope left and I stared up in this lavender face which was illuminated slightly by the magenta glow around her horn. I shook my head and tried again to break free but again I did not even manage to shift my hooves in the slightest. Pure untainted panic run through my veins and the cold claws of fear dug into my heart. "No... please no... Tw-AAAHHHHNNNN" My body tensed as the pleasure spiked through it. She rubbed her back hoof against my marehood. It did not help in the slightest that I was oversensetive there by nature and so the first cry left my body without leaving me the littlest chance to hold it in. This, naturally, encourages the mare on top of me do repeat what she thought was something I wanted. I couldn't blame her. I never could blame anypony other then myself. Between my gasps and involuntary moans I managed to stutter. "Don't... please... not into mares...." This managed to get the attention of the mare one more time but again not in the way I had hoped. She grinned. "Oh? Well then your lucky you ran into me. Because I know just a spell or two." Her horn glowed brighter until it was enveloped in a almost blinding light. The logical part of my mind abandoned me after I felt a long and hard thing grow between our bodies and I began my struggle anew. All I could think of in this moment was to run away, to hide, to be everywhere but here. And I really wished, not for the first time in my life, that I had the horn of a unicorn or the strengh of an earth pony. But I was just a weak pegasus. All I could have done was fleeing before it came to this but I was oblivious. And I cursed myself again for not noticing. By now I should have experience with the signs mares gave off when they were more and more entranced by me but I wasn't. Fresh, desperate tears joined the growing puddle underneath my head and I was downright sobbing now. "No! Oh sweet Celestia! Please don't do that to me, Twil-AHN" Again I was cut off by something rubbing against my hole but this time I knew it would not just stay outside and torture my body into obeying. Then she whispered into my ear. "Funny that you chose to call for her. Because, you know, she is my mentor." I tried to cry out for her to stop, to not do what she was about to do. But my cry came to be a loud cry of agony, desperation and slight, non-deniable, lust as none other then Twilight Sparkle herself penetrated me. Spreading me wider and wider, oblivious to my shrill shouts of pain and panic. She was about to reach the one thing that I managed to keep through all these ordeals with other mares and horror was all that my heart consisted of at this point. She poked my hymen and I cried out again in hurt. But all I received was a chuckle from her. "A virgin? Why, I'm honored you give you virginity so willingly to me." I fought so hard to break her magic that I could swear I heard my bones breaking and cried out one last time. "NO!" But it was to late. With one strong thrust she broke my hymen and took away the only thing I had left. As her magically created appandage slid deeper and deeper into me I was broken, my struggling ceased and my body went limp. A dull ache radiated from my abdomen and I could feel the warm liquid of my blood flow out of my marehood. It wasn't much but it seemed to fit me. "Ngh... you're so tight." I did not respond. Deeper and deeper she parted me and I was lost. My body began to betray me as the pain made way for pleasure I never felt before. But my soul was shattered, my will broken and my resistance fled my body as the instincts took over. A moan escaped my lips and I made no effort to mute it. "See I knew you would like it. Wait till I'm all the way inside." All the way? What did she mean? Certainly she couldn't sink in me much deeper as she already did, or could she? A gasp flew past my lips as she prodded at something deep inside me. It felt so impossibly weird, but oh so good at the same time. Too late I saw the lustful grin on the youngest princess' face. "There it is." With a grunt and a strong push she pressed past the last barrier my body had to offer and slit right into my womb. My back arched upwards from the immense feelings that flooded my senses. Disbelief, vulnarability, a slight, barely noticable, pain and unspeakable amounts of pleasure. I screamed, screamed til my voice went hoarse but instead of stopping the alicorn it only spured her on. "Never thought you were a screamer. But go on. Scream as much as you like. Nopony will hear us." The phrase certainly was meant to be a reassureance or just plain bedroom conversation but it brought back the cold fear. I was alone, nopony would hear my calls for help, nopony would ever believe me even IF I could get out of here when Twilight was done with me. Who would believe when an absolute nopony as myself claimed to be raped by the bookish and reserved librarian that everypony in equestria looked up to? The princess of friendship. The same mare that just stole her virginity and now began thrusting, albeit gently, in and out of her. Neither spoke anymore. Just grunts from her and moans of immense pleasure from me. My body acted on its own and more and more it showed just how much it liked it. I imagined being somewhere else, my mind fled my body and left it behind not able to cope with it all. I was at a beach, Watching a beatiful sunset. Next to me sat my chosen one, my stallion. My knight that would protect me from everything. He was silent but we needed no words. I leaned against his shoulder and sighed happy. This was what I always wished for. Nothing could possibly go wrong anymore. I was here... and I was happy... One last strong thrust was all it took to break my self-induced trance as my body began to tense to the point of convulsion as my orgasm hit me completely unprepared due to the temporary escape of my mind. I heard myself neigh in pleasure and soon felt her cock in me pulse. My eyes widened in horror as my mind came to the conclusion that this only could mean that- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH Blinking colorful spots apeard in my sight as the first shot of sticky, hot semen hit the back of my womb and I prayed for a merciful unconsciousness but it never came. Twilight grunted in extasy on top of me as shot after shot filled me up to the point where it began leaking out around her cock. She collapsed on top of me and finally her magic faded. With it my restrains and the hard thing inside of me vanished. I couldn't move... I couldn't think... I was tired and the sudden absence of the cock inside of me left me with a feeling of emptiness I never felt before. So tired... I wanted to sleep... And never wake up again. Just before I slipped in my dream I felt the mare snuggle up to me. "Well that was fun."
ReflectionsAs I gained consciousness again, albeit slowly, I felt myself moving. Actually moving, not being moved. I didn't have to open my eyes as they were already slightly open. My vision was blurry and my eyes hurt a little like I hadn't closed them for a long time. I noticed that I wasn't so much walking as limping. My right forehoof radiated a dull pain which quickly told me why it would be a bad idea trying to put weight on it. I blinked, which eased some of the pain I received from my eyes and helped me to see a bit more clearly. Apparently I left the library and was now walking through the streets of this town. My lips curled slightly up in a ghost of a smile. Good. As more and more of my body began to report for duty I became aware that I was hurt in several places. Not caring where I went I just let my hooves follow their own will. The first thing that came to mind was trying to move my wings, cause it would be much less painful to just fly if they were fine. But the sharp pain that came in response from my left one told me that flying was out of question. As I took stock of my body I desperately tried to ignore one region of it entirely. But to no avail. The ache and the strange feeling of something foreign in my womb were just too prominent. I felt unbelievably dirty at a area I could never hope to reach and clean. Tears began to well up in my eyes again as the inevitable memories swarmed my mind mercilessly. I couldn't blame her for what has happened as it was not her fault. And because... she would not even remember what she did. I went through this way more frequently as I cared to count. Every single time it was the same. A small smile crept to my lips again. At least I would not destroy her life now that my body has moved me out there on autopilot. It wasn't exactly like sleepwalking as I was not asleep during it. I just let my instincts of flight take over and shut my mind down so I didn't had to think. Thinking was bad as it brought back the memories. Memories that would take me several months to cover under a thick layer of ignorance and denial just to have every single memory of every single mare resurface when it happened again. To turture me, to mock me and screaming at me that it was all my fault. I did not know how and I did not know why. But I knew... it was my fault. I watched my tears fall to the ground below me and noticed that it was still dark. And again it was a good thing. Nopony would see me like this. All I had to do was guiding my steps just the littlest bit so I could get out of town. I just needed to get away... as far as I could. Nopony will ever know what has happened. The worst that could happen was that the mare would wake up and blush at the very detailed dream she had and maybe question herself what was wrong with her dreaming something like that. Nopony had to suffer because of me. I would never allow that ever again. Soon my wounds would be healed. None of them were severe and I learned how to nurse myself quite a while ago so I would not bother anypony. Suddenly my relatively good forehoof slipped underneath me and I cought me with my other one to support me out of reflex. Pain shot through the limp upwards, so much of it that I could have sworn that I saw it traveling up my leg and I cried out as it hit me. Almost instantly it buckled under me and I fell, face first, into the dirt. Clenching my teeth and squeezing my eyes shut. My ears swiveled back and forth hastily trying to catch any sound that could mean that I had drawn the attention of somepony towards me. After what felt like a little eternity I calmed down and struggled to get on my hooves again. Carefully avoiding the one which caused me to yelp. Looking in front of me for the first time I discovered that I wasn't that far away from what looked like systematically planted trees. Good. Didn't want to stumble into the Everfree by accident anyway. I knew it wasn't season for any kind of fruit that would grow in these parts so I could head in and hide there. At least to rest a bit. Maybe I could find a pond and wash me so that I didn't look like I was raped. Then I could just head towards the hospital and pretend that my injuries came from a crash-landing. I smiled again. Yeah that was a good idea. Nopony would ask me any inconvenient questions and I would probably be in good care. That was good. Just pretending nothing ever happened at all. Maybe I myself would come to believe it at some point. My thoughts apparently kept me busy longer than I thought and my wonderful legs had kept moving into the orchard. I looked over my shoulder and no sign of the town could be seen anymore. I sighed relieved but it turned into yet another yelp as I stumbled over a root. Again I had hit the ground but this time all strength my flight instinct had given to me disappeared. An overwhelming fatigue flooded my senses and in a matter of seconds I drifted off to sleep. "Mommy! What are you doing?" "Shh, sweetie. It's alright. See? I'm just cuddling with my filly a bit." "B-but Mo-" *gasp* "That feel so weird. P-please stop..." "Oh, sweetie. Believe me, you will enjoy it." "No. Mommy... please... lemme go..." I did not wake up scared. I did not bolt upright. I did not even open my eyes. Tears soaked my fur as the dream lingerd a bit before fading completely. It was the oldest of my buried memories and at the same time the most painful. My body ached and now the part of me that was formerly focused on walking noticed that my fetlocks burned and a dull pain radiated from them with every beat of my heart. That, sadly, was not new for me either. If I would part my fur to take a closer look I would see the burn marks that the magic left behind on them. Luckily they would be unnoticeable if not looked for directly. I felt too tired to get up already but the fear of that dream kept me awake. A sob escaped me and I made no effort to hold back the oncoming tears. What kept me going, I wondered. After that night I had everything taken from me that I managed to save over all this ordeals. So what kept me going? Maybe it was hope, maybe just plain fear of death. I wasn't able to finish my thoughts though because a worried mumble drifted to my ears. Maybe earlier in my life I would have tensed up or even attempt to escape but I gave it all up just then and there. The voice... was female. The irony slapped me so hard across my muzzle that I almost thought it was an actual blow. Here I lay, barely escaped one mare only to be found by another one. I heard the unmistakable groan of a wooden cart and then an impact as the cart fell forward. Apparently because the pony pulling it left it with haste. I just kept my eyes closed and waited for the inevitable to happen. It had to be every second now that the mare was close enough to take in the view of my body fully and whatever it was that kept mares advancing on me would take its effect on her. A hoof touched my shoulder and, albeit I gave up, my body tensed involuntarily. I heard a small and broken voice utter a plea and I registered belatedly that it was my own. "Please just leave me alone..." "Eenope." My heart skipped a beat and my eyes shot open. The voice was way too deep to belong to a mare and I felt myself crying again but this time out of relief. There was a stallion with the mare I heard before. Whatever charm I possessed never seemed to work whenever there was a stallion or at least three mares around. "Hey sugarcube. What got ya roghed up so badly?" That was the mares voice but it didn't matter. I was safe. Unable to process the feelings that flooded me all at once I just stayed there a bit. Unmoving. Grinning to myself like a madmare and crying until a face came into my line of sight. I could not make out many details but it was red and definitely a stallions. His deep, but somehow melodic, voice resonated all the way to my core. "Are y'all alright?" The worry in his voice brought new tears of joy and I let them flow freely as I slowly shook my head and stuttered the only response I thought they would believe. "Got hit by a strong current.... crashed here..." He nodded and then disappeared from view but shortly after I felt myself getting lifted of the ground. A second later my sight was blocked by what I first mistook for a red wall. I soon noticed that this wall was moving and that it had fur. I felt myself blush when I finally registered that I was lying on the back of the stallion and even more as I started to feel his muscles flexing under me. It felt so good, so relaxing, so secure that I soon got lost in the feeling of his fur rubbing against mine and his smell, oh sweet Celestia this smell. He smelled a bit of sweat and musk but it wasn't unpleasant. Quite the opposite. To me it was the most heavenly scent I've had ever smelled. The scent of a hard working stallion who kept his body clean after work, so that only the fresh sweat could be smelled. Oh Celestia I loved that scent. Author's Note Heya to everyone that is still reading this. First I'd like to thank everyone that liked my story even if I have done nothing to explain a single thing yet. But be patient and everything will be explained later on. I wanted to say that I probably won't update this story very frequently and that it is an exception that I updated this fast. But I've gotten some comments now that demand clarification and so I thought I move this story on a bit to maybe cover at least some basic things without spilling the beans completely. Also I was informed that my english is quite bad so I appologize for every mistake and grammatical catastrophe I might have caused. I hope you can enjoy my story nonetheless
Welcome to Ponyville“Hey, is everything alright?” A bit dizzy I searched for the source of the voice and I found it to belong to a lavender unicorn with a really straight manecut. Her sapphire blue mane looked like it was actually trimmed with the help of a rule or something. Not even the pink stripe which ran through it succeeded in making her appear less like a bookworm. Her eyes though were something else entirely. They were curious, friendly, warm and, at this very moment, slightly anxious. For a brief moment I wondered if I had ever seen such a mysterious shade of violet. It was almost as if they glowed with some underlying secret. As if there was more to them as what was visible to the naked eye. The promise of a great mystery and of an immeasurable price, if somepony would take the time and indulge in them. I sighed internally. Why couldn’t these eyes belong to a stallion? “Yeah. I’m okay. Just… what’s the deal with this hyperactive pony?” The mare giggled behind her hoof. “It’s just how Pinkie is. She is actually a very kind pony and cares for her friends. Though she can get a bit overexcited at times she tries her best to make friends with every new pony in town.” She hesitated a bit but continued after a few seconds. “So… I take it that you are the new pony?” I nodded. “Mhm. Moved here just yesterday. My name is Amber Dream. Pleased to meet you… erm.” “Oh I’m Twilight Sparkle.” She held out her hoof for me to shake but I stood still in shock. That mare in front of me couldn’t possibly be the Twilight Sparkle, could she? The princess Twilight Sparkle? A quick, and maybe not so subtle, glance at her sides showed me that what I beforehoof thought was a unicorn was, indeed, an alicorn. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but it was already too late. She let her hoof drop back to the ground and her eyes saddened at my behavior. I felt a pang of guilt in my heart. It was painfully obvious that this mare didn’t want to be treated in any other way than a normal mare. My ears fell flat against my skull and I tried to apologize hastily but she already was on her way through the crowd. Not hesitating this time I followed after her and attempted to stop her by placing a hoof on her shoulder. She actually turned around but as our eyes met again the whole world turned upside down. ~~~+++~~~ My back was on the ground. The noise of the crowd had vanished so instantly that my ears ringed with the volume of the silence around me. I tried to move but my hooves and my wings alike met an unbreakable resistance. What was going on? Panic crept into my soul as I could feel the touch of hooves on me. My eyes darted around and soon found another pair with a very mysterious shade of violet. Briefly I wondered if I had ever seen such a color. The pony they belonged to had a straight manecut. It actually looked like she trimmed her blue hair with the help of a rule or something. Not even the pink stripe which ran through it succeeded in making her appear less like a bookworm. Her eyes though were something else entirely. Her gaze was half lidded, sultry, and filled with a desperate hunger to fulfill a need which had been unfulfilled for way too long. They apparently burned with desire. And they almost screamed it out loud. The promise of a great night and immeasurable pleasure, not caring in the slightest if the target of this gaze wanted it or not. ”Twilight… please don’t…” The mare giggled behind her hoof. “Don’t what? Don’t delay it any longer? Don’t tease you and go for it for real?” She pouted playfully. “Awww but I like teasing.” An involuntary moan escaped my lips as she brushed against my privates. She grinned deviously. “See? I knew you would enjoy it.” I gasped and tried my best to hold back more noises but it was futile. A whimper forced its way past my lips, supposed to be a sound of desperation and to make her stop. But it only spurred her on. The only few words I could say between my pathetic attempts to not sound like I enjoyed it were that I wasn’t into mares. But instead of stopping her she just kept on molesting my marehood. She leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Oh? Well then you‘re lucky you ran into me. Because I know just a spell or two." Her horn began to glow brighter and brighter until I was blinded by a flash of magic. ~~~+++~~~ I blinked. “Look I’m used to this kind of reaction by now. I just… don’t like seeing the shock on anypony’s face.” The only thing I could do was staring at her but that was not what I did. I sighed and hang my head in shame. “I’m sorry for it nonetheless. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I was just kinda overwhelmed. Never thought I would actually meet one of you princesses and that in a small town like this.” I stood in the middle of the crowd again, to be precise, in front of Twilight and apologized for my behavior. What was going on here? A quick glance over the crowd revealed that nopony else seemed to have noticed anything. They were just chatting about things I could not quite catch. But just as I thought that I may have just imagined being raped my eyes fell on a midnight blue pony which looked utterly confused and offended. Her turquoise eyes stared wide open at nothing in particular and what was even more interesting was the fact that nopony else seemed to care. I left Twilight, all but forgotten, behind and made my way through the crowd. Somehow it was of utmost importance now that I found out who this strange pony was. Eventually I found her and this time I was the pony who had the anxious look on its face. “Are you alright?” Apparently me addressing her directly startled her immensely. She stared at me, wide eyed and her mouth agape. I was worried for her wellbeing because she looked ready to faint then and there. It took her only a few moments to regain her composure. She appeared to be a, albeit just a little, taller than normal unicorn. Her mane was a lighter blue and her midnight blue coat shimmered a bit. Her posture could almost be described as regal. “Thou can see us?” I eyed her up and down as if I would find something that would explain her strange question. But I found nothing. “Erm yes. Why shouldn’t I?” She eyeballed me for a few seconds and just as I began to feel uncomfortable her horn started to glow in a very beautiful shade of blue. I wouldn’t be able to describe the color if my life depended on it. It was just beautiful. Yes the color of her aura should be named beautiful blue. But what happened in the next moment extinguished these thoughts. The world around me shifted and changed, turned itself upside down again and one more time I could feel the hard and unyielding wood under my back. A pain shot through my head as if it had the purpose to split it open but I could not scream. I struggled as hard as I could against the magical restraints but they would not give in. Fresh, desperate tears joined the growing puddle underneath my head and I was downright sobbing now. "No! Oh sweet Celestia! Please don't do that to me, Twil-AHN" I was cut off by something rubbing against my marehood but this time I knew it would not just stay outside and torture my body into obeying. Then she whispered into my ear. "Funny that you chose to call for her. Because, you know, she is my mentor." I tried to cry out for her to stop, to not do what she was about to do. And it never came. A new voice cut through the silence. “ENOUGH!” Confused but thankful I searched for my savior but she was not within my field of view. Twilight for her part seemed to have frozen in mid movement but what confused me even more was that she actually was not moving at all. Like somepony had just stopped time itself. I tried to break free from my restraints once more but just like before it was futile. So I tried to address the other pony which must have been here with me. “E-excuse me? I’m really grateful that you stopped her but can you please free me?” My request was met with nothing but silence. I waited and with every passing second fear took hold of my heart again. Certainly whoever had saved me could not keep time from flowing for long. I wasn’t a unicorn but even I knew that it was a magical feat to behold. Just when I opened my mouth again I finally got my answer. “I cannot believe what I see.” The sound of hooves on wood echoed through the room and then the same midnight blue pony which seemed so out of place before stepped into my view. The look on her face was shocked, her eyes glued on the lavender pony on top of me. “What have you done? Sadness replaced shock and I found myself unable to interrupt her thoughts. I felt sorry for her. Here I lay, mere seconds before I would lose the only thing I had left, and the sadness in her eyes made me feel sorry for her. She shouldn’t have been here nor should she have seen what happened here. My heart fell into an endless pit as I realized. She wasn’t here to help me. She couldn’t even if she wanted to. And I smiled. “This is a dream… isn’t it?” Her silence was all the answer I needed. “This already happened… and it cannot be undone… right?” I closed my eyes and let my tears flow freely. I felt the world shaking around me but I didn’t care. But suddenly I felt the urge to tell her. My voice was barely a whisper. ”It’s not her fault.” This managed to gain the attention of the blue pony and she even took her gaze off of Twilight to look into my eyes silently questioning me to explain. But I shook my head. ”I don’t know how but I do this to other mares… please don’t be mad at her. It is not…” I blinked and was greeted by a white pillow. I was resting on my side and my wing throbbed a little signaling that I lay on it for too long. A blanked was draped over me and the smell of disinfectant in the air told me that I apparently was in the hospital. Strange. I must have fallen asleep on this stallion’s back and he had carried me all the way to the hospital. I tried to move myself to a more comfortable position but flinched as several parts of my body protested furiously. My breath caught in my throat and a tiny whimper escaped me as the pain hit me full on. I told myself to keep on breathing. This was not the first time I was in pain and I knew better than to risk passing out due to the lack of oxygen. After a few moments to prepare myself mentally I changed my position in spite of the agony the movement caused me. When the pain died down again, which took remarkably more time than before, I looked out of the window and up to the beautiful moon in the equally beautiful night sky. I didn’t know why but I whispered like there was some being out there who would hear me. ”It’s not her fault.”
Nightly therapyAuthor's Note Hey guys. Kept you waiting for long enough. So here's the new chapter but don't expect new updates coming more frequent. My english sucks still so feel free to comment on it. Nightly therapy Try as I might the merciful ignorance of a dreamless sleep deluded me. My gaze stayed fixed on the window in my room here in the hospital. I did not know if my memories betrayed me but I was not able to tell who this strange, midnight blue Pony in my dreams was. What did she even do in there? I did not remember meeting a pony quite like her but still she seemed awfully familiar. Desperate to bury the memories of my encounter with Twilight I began to check on my injuries and how they have been treated. Not that I was a nurse or even vaguely knowledgeable enough to say if they should have been treated any other way but I had nothing else to do. Like any other Pony of my kind I checked on my wings first. My right one was neatly resting at my side but even a non Pegasus would be able to tell that it was in severe need of a prolonged preening session. My left wing though probably was in a much worse state because it was tightly bound to my side and bandaged. Just the tiniest strain in my wing’s muscles told me that I had hurt my joint at some point trough the night and I winced at the pain that it emanated. This however informed me of other sources of discomfort throughout my body. My right foreleg as a whole seemed to throb with my heartbeat as there were several injuries at once. The fetlock seemed sprained, or at least I hoped it was just that. But the fact that it was only bandaged and not in a cast did mean that it was not broken. The shoulder radiated a dull ache I recognized. I guessed it had been dislocated but was put back in its socket when I was brought in the hospital. Resulting in a pulled muscle. The examination of my foreleg led me to another realization. They had treated my magic burn marks. Shock and unbearable shame flooded my mind. They knew. They had to after they found the evidence of restraint on my legs and probably on my wings too. Burying my face in the pillow to muffle my sobs I began to cry. My snout hurt a little from falling the other night but I couldn’t care less as the fabric beneath began to dampen with what tears were left in me. And suddenly the awareness of my situation came crushing down on me like a ton of bricks. I was raped, my womb was tainted with the seed of Equestria’s newly crowned princess and I didn’t even know if it could impregnate me. I wasn’t in heat but the possibility still stood. At least it wasn’t unheard of. My panic only rose to higher levels when I realized that the semen was magical. Maybe it was enchanted to impregnate? How could I know? I was just a Pegasus after all and on top of that I didn’t even understand our inherent magic at all. How was I supposed to understand that of a unicorn, or in this case, an alicorn’s? The tingling sensation my underbelly decided to sent me just then didn’t help settle my fears in the slightest and broke my stubborn ignorance of my lower half. I felt the bile rise in my belly, the new sensations so foreign and wrong that I was ready to throw up then and there. And throw up I did. All I could do to not drown in my own puke was to turn my head so that the contents of my stomach, which were plenty thanks to the welcome party, spilled over my pillow and a large portion of the upper bed before it began falling down the side and landing with a wet splash on the disinfected floor. A burning exploded in my throat due to the acid corroding it and my nostrils filled with the unmistakable scent of puke. I couldn’t breathe but I couldn’t stop throwing up either. My stomach seemed set on emptying every last thing it contained. Somewhere in the middle of it the door to my room opened but I didn’t notice. That is until I felt somepony pick my head up and shove a bedpan under the stream of half digested food. When there was nothing left to throw up my tummy convulsed in what must have been the most painful way possible, trying to find anything else to push up and out. My breath came in short pained gasps and my head felt a little dizzy from the forced lack of oxygen. I was sure I had my eyes open but I saw nothing. My brain was simply unable to process any other thing than the utter need to extricate everything from my body that did not belong in it. So I never saw it coming. “There there. Everything will be alright.” Panic shot through my veins faster than any substance should have the right to do when I heard the mare’s voice. Cold unforgiving terror griped my heart when her hoof patted my mane affectionately, leaving no question as to what her intensions were. How could I forget that nurses were mostly mares? How could I forget that a hospital was the least safe spot for me to be? “Look at the mess you made.” She tsked gently and proceeded with cleaning up said mess. I tried to scoot away from her, tried to get up and flee but all I managed was a weak squirm and some pained whines whenever my struggling put too much strain on any of my injured body parts. This however didn’t go unnoticed by the mare with the nurse cap upon her light pink mane. Her coat shimmered like a freshly polished pearl in the moonlight and I had to admit that she probably had difficulties fending off all the stallions that were certainly trying to catch her tail (if you catch my drift). In the gentle light of the moon even I myself couldn’t do anything about my thoughts being enraptured by her beauty. But I could shake these stray thoughts away easily as she looked straight in my eyes. Hers were the half lidded lusty pools that promised unlimited pleasure. The eyes I feared the most. I could only imagine that mine went from enraptured wonder to horrified in a split second. “Please don’t struggle too much or else you could hurt yourself further. Plus-“ She winked and gave me a coy smile. Her face came nearer and nearer until her snout was practically inside one of my ears. She whispered, of that much I was sure, but the closeness to my eardrum made it sound as if she just spoke normally, if dripping with lust and an underlying threat. “If you do so nevertheless I have to sedate you for your own wellbeing.” Instantly my body went rigid. Not a single muscle dared to move and even my breathing was so shallow that it seemed like I wasn’t breathing at all. She had threatened to drug me into submission if I didn’t do so willingly. Fresh tears welled up in my eyes as I resigned to my fate and let my body fall limp. I averted my gaze but every other thing I could look at was the crust of my rapidly drying puke on the edge of the bed. So I decided that it would be for the best if I just stared out of the window and to the moon. My mind would flee my body again like it always did. Only to be brought back by another orgasm that was forced upon me. This time, though, it seemed like I wouldn’t be granted such a retreat. Normally the mares would just go “straight for the prize”, like they say. But this nurse, she was different. Her hooves danced over my barrel and my belly in a fashion right between stroking and tickling. To say it enthralled me wasn’t an exaggeration and I felt little shivers coming from my body more and more voluntarily. Her caressing my body felt good and caring almost intoxicating so. It didn’t feel like the teasing I received from time to time if something like this happened but like she really cared. That she actually wanted to make me feel good instead of just forcing pleasure upon me. I shook my head firmly to chase these thoughts away but they kept nagging at the edges of my conscious mind combined with the actual not so bad feelings my body provided. But I stayed focused. If this mare really put so much effort in the wellbeing of her patients then she was the best nurse I’ve ever heard of and that might give me the chance to stop this from happening. So I took all my willpower and concentrated on the fact that I did not like mares that way and never will. That gave me the strength to speak firm but kind. “Excuse me, nurse. Would you please stop your advance and leave me alone? I’m not compppfffffff!” My whole body shook when the caressing ended abruptly with a sharp pain surging through my abdomen and all the way up to my head. My mouth opened and what came out was a mixture of a pained shout and an involuntary moan of pleasure as she had bitten one of my nipples. Stars exploded in my vision as the certainness that she would not stop was driven with force in my mind. When the sting of pain made way for a much lesser and duller one I heard her actually giggling at my extend. But before I could say so much as a word she began to massage the teat and lick the bitten nipple on top of it softly, speaking between her licks. “It seems that you have a little ache that needs tending to. I will make you feel better.” Pain and pleasure flared in perfect harmony with every lick over my hurt nipple and I could feel how my body started betraying me again while the pain held my conscious mind firmly in place. I couldn’t flee. I couldn’t pretend that I wasn’t there. Every moan out of my sore throat actually felt like it was one of my own and not one only my body would conjure. My awareness was chained to the situation and I could feel my resistance melting away with each lick that brought pleasure and pain combined. I couldn’t have been prepared for what came next. She took my nipple in her mouth and began suckling on it like a newborn foal. My back arched and my mouth opened for another, louder moan. The harmony of pain and pleasure was gone and they were now fighting for dominance over each other with my mind right in the crossfire. I didn’t even realize at first that her other hoof had found my second teat and started kneading it as well. That is until she decided to pinch the nipple on top of it eliciting a near scream from me. In a very strange way it felt like she was doing a surgery on me. Every action planned, every suckle meticulously thought through, everything set up to bring me both agony and ecstasy at the same time. That was when my ears picked up a sound that was definitely not one of my own. They swiveled in the direction facing away from the window and when my gaze followed their lead I couldn’t help but stare at the display before me, shellshocked. My room was not a single bed room like I thought it would be. There certainly weren’t supposed to be many accidents in a little town like this so it never occurred to me that they even had any other thing than one bed rooms. But it wasn’t one. There before my eyes laid another pony in a second bed and by the sounds it made she was enjoying the show quite much. The sudden lack of sound on my behalf didn’t go unnoticed by the nurse, though. And thus she stopped suckling on my one nipple only to do the most merciless thing she could do right then. She bit in my other one hard enough that I was sure she must have broken the skin. My high pitched scream filled the room and mingled with the moan it caused from the mare in the other bed. It took way more time for the pain to lose its sharpness this time and I could feel hot tears flowing down my cheeks as the sobs wrecked my body. This had been too much for me and the pleasure she had brought me dissipated almost immediately. But again it did not stop the nurse from continuing. In fact it prompted her to look a little lower. The gasp followed by an amused coo confused me at first. But I did not need to ask as she provided the answer willingly. “Would you believe this? Your juices are glowing, sweetie.” The blood in my veins froze with such quickness that I should have died then and there. It must have been the magical sperm leaking out of me because I got wet from her ‘ministrations’. That brought me to realize another thing, namely that, indeed, Twilights semen was enchanted in some way and I desperately hoped that it would just be that it glowed. Another involuntary moan escaped my lips. She just had to have a taste of it and again I was not prepared for it because my mind had reeled with panic concerning an unwanted pregnancy. On the first lick followed several more. Every new one more erratic, more desperate than the one before. “Oh Celestia. You taste divine!” It took her no time at all to clean me on the outside but she wasn’t going to stop there as she seemed addicted to the fluid leaking out of my body. She let go off of me and took one long breath of air before, literally, diving in once again. She pressed her snout with such force in my nethers that I could feel the tip of it entering me as her tongue darted out and began eagerly squirming around inside of me. That proved to be too much for my already weakened mind and I began to moan in earnest pleasure. My body had betrayed me and my mind followed suit. It gave in to the immense amount of pleasure and reduced me to a quivering moaning mass of pure ecstasy. This in itself proved to be too much for the other mare and her oppressed moans floated through the room while her whole bed shook with the convulsions only an orgasm could provide. I myself wasn’t too far behind but that was the last coherent thought that graced me with its present for a while as everything went white. ~~~+++~~~ I bolted upright and immediately regretted doing so as I opened my mouth to scream in agony. But everything that came out was a hoarse whine. My throat felt terrible. Dry and sore at the same time. I looked for something to drink and in fact there stood a glass of clear water at the nightstand of my bed. Greedily I took it in my hooves, noticing that the action hurt my right fetlock a bit but I didn’t care. In a few strong gulps I emptied the glass and put it back sighing in contentment. Just then I checked my surroundings but wasn’t able to find anything out of the ordinary. My bed and pillow were clean and the bedpan too. A look to my left confirmed that there was another bed in my room but it was empty and freshly made by the looks of it. It looked like there hadn’t been a pony at all during the last few days. Confusion filled my mind and I was just about to believe that everything was just a nightmare but then I felt for my nipples and winced. The pain in itself was indicator enough but I could even feel the indents of teeth on them. So I sighed and sank back in my bed. “Whoohoo me…”
QuestionsAuthor's Note Before you read this chapter I want to point out that I would have liked to make it a little longer but it just felt right to end it when I reached the end of this chapter to underline the severity of the last statement in it. Hope you enjoy. Questions I had stared at the ceiling for the last few hours. Try as I might I could not even hope to describe how I felt in that moment. As a matter of fact I felt nothing at all. Don’t take me wrong, the feelings were there, every single feeling known to ponykind and maybe even a little more each fighting in a destructive storm through the back of my mind. I myself had cut off the connection to them and was now standing a distance away while watching how the raging force of nature tore apart everything in its wake. Only a few of them stuck to me and were impossible to shake off. Deep and unforgiving despair, guilt, maculation and fear. The knowledge that all of this was my fault didn’t help either and I knew that I would never be able to cope with any of it. Ignorance and denial helped in the past but they wouldn’t now. My uninjured hoof traveled from my chest to my belly as I came to terms with the possibility of a pregnancy. Abortion wasn’t an option. It never was. After all, I could not bring myself to punish an unborn life, to take away the chance of a new life, just because it was conceived under such circumstances. The hope that its… ‘father’ would take care of it and furthermore responsibility for what she had done brought a little warmth to my otherwise cold heart. I could never live with them, that much was for sure. Not after what she had done to me. Nevertheless I would, as it was my conviction that my own milk would be the best the foal could get. But what would happen after the foal wasn’t dependent on it anymore? Nursing was said to be the most bonding experience every mother could have with her foal. Would I even be able to leave my own child then? Tears welled up in my eyes because the answer was clear as day. No, no I wouldn’t. I would be forced to live with my rapist the rest of my life, very likely to be raped even more times due to her being, and remaining, female. With a firm shake of my head I let go off the depressing thoughts. I reassured myself that it was still more plausible that I would not conceive. I wasn’t in heat and I didn’t even know if the semen, albeit enchanted to at least glow, was fertile. The door to the room I was in opened, further distracting me from my thoughts and replacing it with fear instead. But to my intense relief in came a stallion dressed in a doctor’s overall. What was way less relieving though, were the two stallions clad in the golden armor of the royal guard following the doctor inside and remaining at the sides of the door. The doctor, completely ignoring the guards, wore a little comforting smile as he stood next to my bed. What caught my interest was that he left quite a distance between himself and my form. Wondering as to why he did that, it didn’t take me long to understand. And as I did my ears fell flat against the sides of my head and I averted my gaze, no longer able to look him in the eyes. It was painfully obvious that he kept his distance because he didn’t want to frighten me. For all he knew I was raped and very likely to be afraid of stallions. It seemed that he interpreted my action wrong and spoke in a very careful and comforting manner. “You don’t need to be afraid. You’re safe now and I’m just here to inform you of a few…” He hesitated briefly and I could imagine that a look of uncertainty crossed his features. “Circumstances.” He concluded weakly. I remained silent and he took that as prompt to continue on, his voice losing some of the warmth it carried just moments ago. “I’m terribly sorry that I must break this news to you, but due to the nature of your injuries we had to assume that you were being raped and thus called the guard to begin the investigation on your case.” A few moments he waited for any reaction out of me, but he got none as I just stared absently at the sheets covering the area where in this very moment could be a new life forming. Again he misunderstood my silence and took a few steps away from me. “If you are not comfortable to speak with a stallion right now, I’m sure I can get the guards to leave and the questioning continued by a mare in privacy.” At this my head snapped up and terror took hold of my voice, as I voiced what had to be the least he expected. “NO! No mares! Please, don’t send the guards away.” The look I received as an answer was one of utter confusion. I almost could see the gears in his head try to work with what they got and slowly they came to a conclusion as realization took the place of confusion. It lasted only a few moments till it changed again to a new incredulous one. “A… a mare did this to you?” All I could do, was to hang my head in shame, as my eyes closed and a few tears began to fall. A long silence stretched on in the room and I could only imagine how absurd that must have sounded. Rape was a crime nearly unheard of in Equestria, so unheard of in fact that not even a sentence was set for it in the law, but as our rulers were all mares, one could fathom that it was never judged lightly. That a mare had raped another mare, furthermore in this particular way, was without precedence, as it was deemed impossible for nearly every single unicorn to cast the spell that was needed. As fate would have it, just one being capable of magic this advanced, resided in Ponyville and I heard the gasp from my side as the stallion reached the inevitable conclusion. “D-do you know… who?” Again I didn’t answer right away, but as I did my voice was void of any emotions. “I remember. Every… single… detail.” And one more time, I did something that was obviously unexpected. I lifted my head and smiled, what would later be described the most sad smile ever seen. “Don’t judge her. It’s not her fault.” This proved to be too much for him as he whirled around and hurriedly left the room. I remained in my bed, unmoving for a few more minutes, as I saw something that said everything about the severity of my situation. A single tear ran down the cheek of the stoic face, belonging to the guard whose face was visible to me.
FateAuthor's Note Here is the second half of the chapter I published today. Hence it is a small chapter too. Enjoy and please comment. Fate After the doctor had stormed out, I was left alone once again. Well, if one ignored the guards standing at the door, but they could have been statues instead and nopony would have noticed. ‘Twas as it was supposed to be, but I still couldn’t shake the picture of the one single tear from my mind. A few moments later their sight unnerved me and so I opted to look out of the window instead. The sky was almost void of clouds and its hue of blue was not ugly, but again my thoughts went on, about how it paled in comparison to the color of that pony’s aura in my dream. These thoughts led me to others about colors and suddenly two orbs of the most mysterious shade of violet popped up before my mind’s eye. Shocked I blinked several times as events, likely to unfold, forced themselves upon me. Probably they arrested Twilight in this very moment, dragging her out of her home and onto the streets. Reporters from both, close and far away, would flash their cameras, further deepening the troubles I had put her through. Maybe a mob of citizens would have built by then and asking for what gave them the right to just drag her princess through the streets. I almost could hear the gasps of the crowd, when they heard about what happened. There was a chance that there would be an uproar from the crowd and even though the guards would keep them at bay, a few would throw things or stones at the lavender alicorn. Shunning her for a crime she did not even remember committing. The feeling of tears running down my cheeks brought me out of my imagination and I instantly realized why. Here I lay. Raped. Possibly impregnated. And I cried because I ruined the life of the very mare that took everything from me, even my dream of living peacefully with a stallion by my side. I cried for her, not for me. Because I broke the promise I made myself, that I would never again destroy the life of another pony, regardless what they did to me. But I couldn’t help it anymore. I should have said that I didn’t remember anything about the night. Maybe then the doctor would have just covered everything up and she could have lived on, oblivious that she sired a foal through rape. Now though, there was bound to be a huge scandal. Not a single newspaper would go without a photo of her ‘highness’, the princess who raped an innocent mare and even sired a foal through it. Irritated I shook my head a few times. When did it become a fact that I would even be pregnant? Confused as to why it seemed so dead set to me just a mere seconds ago, I frowned at my hooves. My first idea was to call for a doctor to run a pregnancy test, but I discarded it almost as quick as it came to me. It would be another weak at minimum until this test would make sense. Because my body would start to prepare for the foal to grow inside of me and just then it was possible to even tell. Fear rushed through my system again when the possibility hit me again. It had done that several times already and I really should have realized by this point, that the possibility was very real, but my practiced denial overshadowed the fact time and time again. And it never lost one bit of its force. My stare was fixed at the sheets again, just over the place where my belly was and again I felt terrified beyond belief. But there was something else and I tried to fight it back, at first. A hoof laid itself on it and despite me crying still, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Fear ebbed away, never quite leaving, but dulled due to the other feeling. Maybe it was this feeling that made me so convinced that I was pregnant before? I was at a loss of words to describe exactly what it was I was feeling, but it came very close to pleasant anticipation. Giving birth was a part of my dreams, after all. Maybe, just maybe, this could work out in the end. Maybe I was able to learn how to love Twilight and maybe, though it was a very, very small maybe, the princess could figure out what it was, that drew mares to me and she could heal it? That was if they didn’t sentence her to a life imprisonment for rape. Could I convince them that it was consensual? It would safe her and would spare me a life as a branded mare. But most importantly, it would prevent my foal from being an outcast, even if it meant that I had to live with my rapist. Repeating that night over and over again. A strange calm washed over me then and I didn't need to wonder as to why, because I knew it was the calm that came with accepting ones fate. A chuckle void of joy escaped my lips. Fate. Destiny. What grave words in pony culture. My gaze shifted slightly to where my flank would have been, but I didn’t look at the sheets. I could almost see the two open wings that made up my Cutie Mark. The most cliché Cutie Mark a Pegasus like myself could get, if they would have been the wings of my kind or even any known animal. No, the wings on my flanks were so full of feathers that they had to be bigger as Celestia’s own, consisting of no color, at all. A passerby would have described the color as ‘pure white’ but I knew better. The wings in my Cutie Mark lacked all colors, they simply had none. The irony of it all got the better of me and I began to laugh, lacking any happiness or mirth in the action, while I buried my face in my hooves and bent over to let my mane fall around it to hide myself away from the cruelty. Wings, the Cutie Mark to represent freedom more than any other and here I just accepted my fate of being a victim to recurring rape of unknown quantity during my future. I didn’t care, that there were technically ponies watching me, I didn’t care that, at any moment, the door could open to reveal even more ponies. I just cried. Everything came crushing down right then and there. Every single advance in my past, some more prominent then others. Every single time I was on the verge of just giving up, but finding the strength to go on, to live on. My years of denial caught up to me and threatened to strangle me in the process. A few gasps of breath were everything I could manage between my sobs and silent screaming. I rocked myself to and fro in an unsuccessful attempt to calm me. I didn’t care to look up when I heard the doors open and not even when this was followed by quite the commotion. My head became more and more dizzy, the few gasps obviously not providing enough oxygen. Losing consciousness sounded not half as bad to me, but that changed with one sharp and shocked intake of air, as I felt a wing wrapping around me. The flinch, it brought out of me, distanced my eyes enough from my hooves, so that they could open and open even wider, until I was staring at the matted fur on my forelegs and everything went to dead silent. A hoof stroked my mane and I was breathing now, even if it was just shallow. The wing around my back pulling me in slightly, not with enough force to make me lean in but I did so nonetheless, my hooves sinking to the sheets in the process. I must have looked like a truly broken mare then and maybe I was. Because the wing tightened the tiniest amount around me, while a not unexpected voice drifted to my ear in what was merely a whisper. “I’m so indescribable sorry for what I’ve done to you.” There was genuine regret in her voice, but no single sign of a tremble or uncertainty as she stated. “We will make it through, together. I will be there for you and our foal and I promise that I won’t let something like this happen ever again.” I didn’t shy away and felt my eyes close once again, as my body relaxed into her embrace. A tiny voice in the back of my head asked why I wasn’t freaking out, but it mattered none. The pony stroking and holding me just confirmed what I had feared and instead of screaming, crying, or even beating her, I just let everything go. Again my uninjured hoof laid itself upon my belly, where I now knew for certain, a new life would grow, only to be covered by a lavender one, gently stroking. “I believe you, Twilight…”
