Payback: A Real Pain in the Rear

The Mane-iac placed a kitchen timer on the floor in the middle of the room. “This is how it’s going to work. I’m going to start the timer, and you’re going to decide how helpful you’re going to be.” As she spoke, she began removing her purple jump suit. She rambled on about choices and consequences as her shoulders and breasts wriggled free of the tight outfit. The green crystal dangled just above her sternum.

As she dropped the costume below her waist, the girls were shocked to see that “she” was really a “he” in at least one significant way. After kicking her clothing aside, she bunched up her shoulders, fluttered her eyelids coyly and spoke in a mock cutesy tone. “Please don’t stare; I’m shy!” She dropped the coy act and spoke matter-of-factly. “As you can see, the same accident that gave me my super powers also had some other interesting side effects.”

The girls traded frightened glances, wondering exactly how much weirder this ordeal could possibly get.

“Enough chit chat. You’re first, cowgirl.” The villain said, stepping right in front of Apple Bloom. The Mane-iac began to stroke her shaft idly, causing it to gradually stiffen. The girl flinched and turned her head, trying to stay as far away from it as the restraints permitted.

“It isn’t going to bite you, silly girl.” she chided. “In fact, although you’re welcome to suck it, you don’t have to. I won’t make any of you suck anything today, and I won’t be taking anyone’s virginity either.” At this, Apple Bloom tilted her head to glare up at her captor suspiciously. She was greeted with a diabolical grin that put a sinking feeling in her stomach. The room fell silent, except for the soft ticking of the timer. The Mane-iac slowly slid one hand up and down her shaft, resting the other hand on her hip. All the while, she leered down at the helpless girl before her. As if a casual after-thought, she willed her green tendrils of hair towards Apple Bloom. They slid over the girl’s back, along her legs and even slithered through her bright red hair. A snap and a zipping sound were all the warning Apple Bloom got before her jeans and panties were abruptly yanked halfway down to her knees. All three girls gasped in unison.

“As I said, you don’t HAVE to suck...” She leaned in so close that her lips touched Apple Bloom’s ear, and whispered “but you might regret passing up your chance to lubricate it.” The skin on her earlobe began to throb with a slight burning sensation where the lips had touched it. The Mane-iac stood quickly, dodging the feisty farm girl’s attempt to head butt her. Still stroking her increasingly rigid member, she held it a few inches in front of Apple Bloom’s face. “Last chaaaance” she sang mockingly. A repulsive hair tendril reached out and slithered through the indignant girl’s bright red locks of hair. Still defiant, she refused the offer. As if on cue, the kitchen timer emitted a loud “ding!” and the ticking stopped.

“Fine. We’ll do it your way. It’s all the same to me.”

Humming to herself, she slowly walked behind Apple Bloom, still casually stroking her erection. The eerie humming continued as the villain stood behind the bound girl and examined her exposed back side. Years of farm work had granted her with a pleasant muscle tone, and a few freckles dotted her smooth skin. Being bent over at the waist, her bottom made for an enticing sight. Her tender lower lips were just visible above the partially removed pair of jeans. Cotton panties clung to the skin of her inner thighs and her exposed vagina. The loathsome tentacles continued to caress the girl’s scalp and back in a mockery of sensuality.

The Mane-iac stopped humming and placed her hands on the girl’s butt cheeks. Apple Bloom blushed in embarrassment as her cheeks were gently spread apart. Her captor stared hungrily at the sight of such a beautiful young thing’s defenseless openings. The girl’s pussy lips spread apart slightly, along with her cheeks. Her pucker was slightly darker than the surrounding skin, and its multitude of little folds converged on what would surely be a very tight hole.

With but a thought, a hair tentacle reached past Apple Bloom’s head and tapped the kitchen timer. Its ticking resumed just as the girl felt something warm, wet and very stiff pressing against her sphincter. She reflexively pulled away, but the bar across her lap prevented all such attempts.

“Oh please, no no NO!” she cried out in alarm.

Ignoring her objections, the Mane-iac held her erection in one hand and spread out Apple Bloom’s cheeks with the other. She slowly rubbed the tip of her cock against the girl’s tight little butthole, smearing pre-cum all over it.

“As with everything we’ll be doing today, this will be much easier if you just relax and cooperate.”

Apple Bloom tilted her head and rubbed her ear against her shoulder to quell the sudden burning sensation.

“Hell…” the villain continued, “some girls even do this for fun.”

Having applied what meager lubrication her pre-cum provided, the devious woman-thing lined up as best as she could, and firmly pressed the tip of her cock into her captive’s tightest hole. It was indeed very tight, and it took considerable effort and some wiggling just to force the tip in. At the same time, her hair tentacles looped around the girl’s throat and began to constrict. Apple Bloom cried out in terror and anger more than pain. At this point, the prodding from behind could barely be considered penetration, and the pressure around her throat was more of a threat than actually choking off her airway. Watching her progress intently, the Mane-iac kept pushing. The tip of her cock slowly but surely stretched out the girl’s puckered little hole, admitting more and more of the unwelcome penetration.

Once she had pushed the whole head into the girl’s bottom, she stopped and pulled back slightly. The lack of adequate lubrication caused the skin around the opening to cling to her shaft, stretching outwards delightfully, as if reluctant to let her go. Pleased with her progress so far, the villain pushed her hips forward, resuming the punishingly slow plunge into Apple Bloom’s butt. The girl’s initial shocked and angry cries gave way to a distinctly different tone: the anal violation was painful, and her sobbing protests made very clear the suffering that she felt. As the first of Apple Bloom’s pained cries escaped her throat, the hair tentacle clamped down, stifling the outburst in its infancy. In a panicked gurgle, she shook her head back and forth, eyes wide in pain and fear.

As if taunting the poor girl, the Mane-iac slowly pushed her cock in one inch at a time. After each push, she stopped, leaving the tied up girl to wonder if that was finally the last inch. Each stop only brought heightened anguish for Apple Bloom, and as the seconds ticked by, her oxygen deprived brain began to slip into a terrifying darkness. She lost count of how many cumulative inches were forced into her bottom.

“You liar!” Scootaloo shouted, surprising everyone else. “You said you wouldn’t take anyone’s virginity!”

The Mane-iac stopped thrusting altogether and relaxed her crushing grip on her fuck toy’s throat. She gazed coolly at the injured girl a few steps away from her. Apple Bloom’s mind swam, dazed in her returning consciousness. The searing pain in her bottom quickly reminding her of her dire situation.

“Silly girl. Apple Bloom is still very much a virgin.” She slapped the freckled ass bent over before her, eliciting a yelp and causing the girl to reflexively clench her sphincter. The sensation thrilled her attacker’s cock, making her shudder pleasantly. She leaned forward and spoke softly to Apple Bloom. “They can’t see exactly what kind of fun we’re having. Be a dear and explain to them what kind of sex you’re currently enjoying.”

Apple Bloom breathed hard and shook away her tears as best as she could, but she didn’t reply. Growing impatient, the Mane-iac flexed her penis, causing it to swell slightly and further stretch out the girl’s abused butthole. Taking the hint, the girl mumbled “umm...it’s in my butt.”

“What was that, dear? I don’t think they heard you.”

It was true; the other two girls were still looking at her with concern and confusion. Prodding her further, the Mane-iac suddenly pulled most of the way out quickly thrust deep into the girl’s rectum. Agonizing pain flooded her nervous system and she screamed. “Anal! She’s...she’s doing me in the...it’s...anal!” Her explanation faded into sobs.

The other two girls cringed and looked at her with fear and pity. The timer went off again, sending out a single “ding!” followed by silence. The Mane-iac pulled her cock out of Apple Bloom’s burning, aching rectum, making her grunt in pain and relief. Admiring her handiwork, the vile woman-thing smiled down and enjoyed the sight of the girl’s ruined asshole. The skin around the opening was bruised from the initial penetration, and the sphincter itself was swollen and puffy. Its normally-concealed soft tissues were bright red and irritated from the unpleasant friction. Apple Bloom was actually trembling, possibly in shock.

Humming to herself, the Mane-iac slowly walked around Apple Bloom, her erection swaying gently with each step. She stopped in front of the girl and faced her. “So. I bet you’re wishing you had sucked on it earlier, hmm?”

Apple Bloom’s only reply was ragged breathing punctuated by an occasional sob.

“Live and learn. In fact, you can suck it now if you want.”

The humiliated girl glanced up at the penis offered to her and quickly turned away. The engorged organ was considerably larger than the last time she had seen it. Worst of all, it was lightly streaked with blood and a few little brown flecks here and there. A sudden wave of nausea came and went, and a surge of indignation took its place.

“Go fuck yourself.” the girl growled up at her captor.

“Why would I do that? It’s your friends’ turn, after all.”

With that, she reset the timer and turned to Scootaloo. Cowering and doing what little she could to favor her broken arm, the injured girl couldn’t tear her eyes away from the frightening cock that was making its way over to her.

“You don’t HAVE to suck it, little girl.” The Mane-iac leaned in with a smirk. “But you should at least consider it.”

Scootaloo glanced over at Apple Bloom, who refused to meet her gaze. Reeling in panic, she couldn’t decide if putting that -- thing -- in her mouth would be worth sparing herself the worst of the pain that her friend had just endured.

“Clock’s ticking.” The villain warned.

Desperate and terrified, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. An instant later, the massive, disgustingly unclean shaft was thrust between her lips. A foul smell stung her nostrils and unpleasant residues rubbed off onto her tongue. She instantly regretted opening her mouth. The coppery taste of blood mixed with the bitter, earthy taste of shit was just too awful. Her stomach churned, and her esophagus convulsed in an attempt to vomit. As her throat opened, the foul invader only pushed further into her throat, stifling the reflex in its tracks. Scootaloo half-coughed and held her breath, which made the experience slightly less miserable. With her jaw hanging in a limp daze, the eager cock pumped in and out of her throat unimpeded.

“You’re such a terrible friend, Apple Bloom.” The Mane-iac taunted. “If you weren’t such a stuck up bitch, you would have at least had the decency to lick this thing clean before sending it off to torment your friends.”

Shame and hatred stabbed Apple Bloom to her core, but she could only stare at the floor in front of her bound hands. A sickening, half-wretching sound accompanied every thrust into Scootaloo’s windpipe. She started to get light-headed from holding her breath.

“You’d rather make your friends lick your own shit off of my cock? Shameful, really.” The villain gave a nasty smile and thrust her cock deep into her latest victim’s throat just as the timer went off. Scootaloo’s gag reflex rebounded with a vengeance, and the Mane-iac yanked her cock free just as the girl began to vomit. Her stomach heaved uncontrollably, wrenching her abs inward while her back muscles spasmed and clenched painfully. The contents of her stomach churned upwards, burning its way through her throat.

Remnants of apple sauce and Pringles -- a warm, soggy yellow-green soup -- surged over her tongue and teeth, and past her chapped lips. She tried to turn her head, but too late. Gushing fountains of foul smelling liquid splattered on the floor beneath her, and some of it landed on her bound hands. She vomited again, mostly clear yellow bile this time. It spurted over her hands -- now reflexively clenched into fists -- and joined the first puddle, slowly cooling and congealing on the cement floor near her leather and metal constraints. The lingering taste of her friend’s shit still clung to the back of her throat, mixed with the burning bitterness of stomach acid. She wretched a third time, but nothing came up.

She coughed and spit several times, ropes of various fluids dripping from her cracked lips, down to the floor. Her forearm continued to ache, the swelling clearly visible around the break. Her purple-dyed hair, normally brushed forward in a cute tomboy-ish sweep, lay limp and sweaty, matted across her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she mewed pitifully, a mix of fear and pain. She barely registered her rapist’s hair tentacles roughly pulling her pants down to her knees.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t puke on my cock, little girl.” The Mane-iac slid a few fingers between the side of Scootaloo’s panties and the skin near her labia. “I somehow doubt...that using bile as an anal sex lubricant would be very pleasant for either one of us.” With a violent tug, she ripped the undergarments at their narrowest point, exposing the terrified girl’s pussy and ass crack.

Resetting the timer with a hair tendril, the villain unceremoniously groped Scootaloo’s butt cheeks and spread them apart. The girl was still delirious from the ordeal so far, but in a moment of clarity she had the presence of mind to focus on relaxing her muscles as best she could. The clenching and relaxing of her asshole didn’t go unnoticed by her captor. Cooing praises for the girl, she pushed the tip of her erection against the soft skin of the tight pucker in front of her.

Scootaloo hadn’t done a very good job cleaning or lubricating the shaft, but it was certainly better than nothing. The initial thrust was still quite painful, but the villain’s cock stretched out and invaded the girl’s asshole with far less resistance than its previous victim. Scootaloo clenched her eyes shut and ground her teeth together, trying to focus on staying relaxed despite the stretching, burning pain in her rectum. The Mane-iac soon fell into a rhythm of steady thrusting, her cock plunging deeper and deeper until she had buried every inch into the girl’s tender bottom. Scootaloo grunted and winced as the tip of the invading member jammed deep into her colon, accompanied by the surprising sensation of a scrotum slapping against her otherwise ignored vagina.

As the villain’s manhood ravaged the girl’s back door, a pair of hair tentacles snaked around her torso and darted under her shirt. Her small, perky tits swayed slightly with each thrust of the hips behind her. Each of her breasts would barely fit in the palm of one’s hand. Still, they complimented her athletic frame, and her light brown nipples stood out, the last defiance of a humiliated, injured and now sodomized sex slave. She was so dazed by her rough treatment that she didn’t even flinch when the tentacles roughly constricted around each breast. Like pythons attacking helpless little bunnies, the tendrils wrapped around her tits and squeezed, distending her soft tissues and engorging the nipples. Scootaloo whimpered pitifully, a stream of saliva and clumps of less savory things still hanging from her chin, down to the leather buckle that held her hands firmly in place beneath her.

Sweetie Belle swallowed hard, unable to tear her eyes away from the horrific treatment her friend was suffering right in front of her. She desperately mulled over possible ways to escape the fate that surely awaited her. Maybe she could talk her way out of it? Didn’t seem very likely. Spike had rambled on and on about his own adventures inside an enchanted comic book...if only she had been paying more attention at the time. She racked her brain, trying to remember how it was that the others had managed to escape. Defeating the villain? No doubt it would end the enchantment, but the question of HOW still remained. Maybe the only option here was to beat the Mane-iac at her own game. Again though, that seemed highly unlikely, given the circumstances.

Then it hit her: maybe they just needed to follow the same storyline that was depicted in the comic book when they were reading it in the Crusaders Clubhouse. She vividly remembered the final pages of the story, where the hero distracted the villain by helping it to achieve full release, then tricked it into compromising its own power source. During that part, the full-page panels -- replete with meticulously illustrated cutaway views -- were astonishingly messy, she recalled with a grimace. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the timer going off.

Scootaloo yelped softly as the massive erection was removed from her ass. Her pucker made a soft, wet popping noise -- like a kiss -- as the head of the Mane-iac’s cock was pulled free after several minutes of vigorous thrusting. Still holding her cheeks apart, the villain was pleased by what she saw: glistening with saliva, the opening gaped wide as if expecting further violations. She ran a finger gently along the girl’s gaping asshole, making her victim shudder. After a few seconds, the hole gradually closed, returning to its natural state of a softly puckered ring. Slowly, painfully, the tentacles released their grip on her tender little breasts. Already, dark bruises began to form where the vile things have ravaged and crushed the sensitive tissue.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you almost enjoyed that.”

Scootaloo didn’t answer; she just hoped it would all be over soon.

A moment later, the odious thing was again offered to her for oral ministrations. She glanced over at Sweetie Belle, whose eyes were filled with tears. With a sigh, Scootaloo opened her mouth and let the pungent shaft slide between her lips, across her tongue and towards the back of her throat. As before, it tasted terrible, but not quite AS terrible. It smelled the same as before, but the flavor was more mild. She couldn’t tell if that was simply because she had gotten used to it, or if the saliva she applied to it earlier had helped it slide in and out without picking up quite as much of the nasty stuff. As she sucked, the tentacles -- the ones that had so mercilessly tormented her breasts -- began to softly caress her scalp, pushing her purple hair up out of her face, and gently stroking her cheeks. She glanced up ever so briefly, and saw the Mane-iac smiling, her eyes closed, savoring the humiliation and savagery of inflicting ass to mouth on a helpless little girl. After about a minute -- and several swallows -- Scootaloo noticed that the taste was almost entirely neutral. A slightly musky smell was the only remaining indication that she was sucking on a cock that had just spent several minutes balls deep in her shit pipe.

As before, a sudden thrust pushed the head of the cock deep into her throat. She sputtered, and it withdrew. She gagged and coughed several times, but didn’t throw up this time. She got a good view of the erect penis that had tormented her, and it was now surprisingly clean. She glared over at Sweetie Belle and silently berated her for getting better treatment than she deserved. After all, it was still her fault that they were here in the first place. A hand on her chin caught her by surprise, and she looked up into those mesmerizing pink and green eyes. With a suspiciously gentle level of thoughtfulness, the Mane-iac wiped the drying tears from Scootaloo’s cheeks and eyes.

“See? Giving me what I want doesn’t have to be a completely terrible experience.”

It’s just fantasy. It isn’t real.