Soarin's eyes shot open, eyes dilating as he stumbled back, tripping over his own hooves, falling to his rump. The pegasus breathing increasing rapidly as he stared in disbelief at the mare in front of him.
"Y-y-you!" the stallion scrambled up onto his legs, desperately trying to get away from the pale purple pony at the door, memories came flooding back to him, the light blue buck felt his nether's twitch and tingle as he remembered what had happened almost a year ago. How had she found him? Why was she here? He looked intensely at the mare's belly, fearing the worst.

The mare in the other hoof, did anything but waiver, instead, she approached Soarin with a wide smile. "What's the matter hun? You look sense." She purred, lowering her eyebrows seductively. The ex-wonderbolt felt a surge of panic closing in around him, he wanted to fight, yet flee. Anger welled up inside him just as much as fear did. Being too conflicted to act, he only froze as she leaned in and planted a deep kiss against his lips, causing his stomach to twist and churn, he tried to scream, but all that came out was a whimper.

The mare pulled back and sighed, giving a tender lick across his cheek. "Oh, I missed you so much love. You can't imagine how rough these past months has been on me. I tried to contact you, but you just suddenly disappeared. It took me forever to track you down. But now I've finally found you, and we can be together again!" Finding a sudden burst of courage, the pale blue stallion pushes her away as his breathing picks up. Taking several steps back, he finds himself starting to tremble as past memories begin to emerge.

"S-stay away from me! I-I'll call the guards! ... don't make me hurt you..." As much as he hated to admit it, he did both want to hurt her, but at the same time not, even if she was a monster, she was still pregnant. Somehow his barely rationally conscious mind had managed to stop him from trying to buck her in the face. The stallion wasn't a pony of conflict to start with, so the fact he seriously had considered using physical force, made him realize how dire the situation was. He needed to get out, Spitefire lived closely nearby, she wouldn't dare to follow him there. Besides, even if he was out of shape, he doubted a pregnant pegasus would be able to catch him.

The mare let out a giggle and looked at him "Oh, come now snookums, what kind of way is that to talk to your bride-to-be?" as soon as the words left her lips, every muscle in his body tensed up as he felt repulsion into his very core at the mere mention of it. She brushed her mane aside and looked deep into his eyes.

Soarin ruffled his feathers and scooted backwards, conflicting emotions weighing down on him. "I-I'm nopony's bride! ... I mean mare! I mean husband!" She let out a giggle and looked at him, Soarin flushed deeply and grit his teeth. Of all the times to slip his tongue... resorting to giving a snarl, he stomped a hoof down in defiance, feeling himself become more tense of the situation with each passing second. "I won't be fooled again!" His confidence quickly faded as she just kept staring at him calmly, smiling. "Please... just leave me alone... I never asked for this... why are you doing this?" Fighting back tears, the stallion bit his lower lip, then flared his nostrils. "It doesn't matter... I am going to leave right now, and there's nothing you can do about it! I am prepared for your tricks this time!"

Panting rapidly, he shakily looked at her as she just gave him a warm smile. "You silly nilly, I don't have to do anything for you to stay with me, love, I already have!" Soarin didn't want to listen to this madmare any longer, so he prepared to take off through the window... when suddenly realized that he hadn't been going tense with anticipation, his muscles were locked, he couldn't move... "Do you like it? It's some chlorotoxin I got from a manticore. It wasn't easy to get, but you know I do anything for you..." Once again, Soarin felt a deathly chill run down his spine, he was helpless... again...

He tried to speak, but words would not leave his muzzle. A flash of familiarity sunk into him, and it wasn't any he enjoyed. Cold sweat began to form on his brow... she didn't plan to have her way with him again did she? That would abort the foal... even if some part of him wished for that, he doubted he'd be able to stomach that. Even the mere thought made him feel sick. "Now, sweetie, going how you overreacted last time we made love, I've had to come up with some precautions to make sure you won't leave me at the altar..."

Soarin strained his muscles, trying to move, but it only rewarded him with a jolt of pain as he felt something sprain. Still being able to move his eyes freely, he glanced towards the clock and suddenly gave a inward squeal of joy. The clock just shifted over to 15:00, the afternoon mail was about to come, and they were always on time. His expression however contorted to one of confusion as the mare giggled and rolled her eyes. "Oh darling, you're so oblivious." Before he could even start to try and ask what she meant, she went up to him and gently caresses his cheek with her muzzle, before whispering into his ear; "It's sunday..."

Both being reminded of the day, and having his hopes at the same time crushed didn't do the light blue buck any good. He could really do with one of Spitfires random surprise visits right now... even though he realized those had become less and less frequent. Only now did he realize how his rape utterly crushed his social life... Spitfire was right... he should have gotten over it long ago after she'd helped him come out of his shell. Clutching to it did nothing but harm, and now it was about to hurt him again. Still, Soarin couldn't help but feel his tears welling up again. It wasn't fair, why did he have to take the blunt end of the deal? All burden was left on his side. He had to deal with all the fallout from the whole ordeal while she... she... if his muscles would have allowed it, he would have started weeping.

The faintly purple mare cooed softly and caressed his mane. "There, there hun, don't be sad. It's for your own good. You'll thank me once we've gotten married. It will just take you a while to fully understand that I am right. You're a bit slow like that, but don't worry, I like that about you, and it's something that I respect and have taken into consideration." With surprisingly nimble steps, she stood on her hind legs, moving one of his hooves onto her belly, pins and pricks filling his entire limb as she did. "Mmm... can you feel her moving around in there? Our little baby..."

For yet another time within a couple of minutes, Soarin had no idea what to feel, but was thankful the plump mare's dexterity seemed to be limited by her belly, as she took a few steps back before flapping her wings, placing her hooves back onto the cloud. "Well, we have to get going dear. Today is the day your yellow friend finally will make an exception on the "spit" in Spitfire with her teal companion, so while I expect them to be busy for at least an hour, we can't take any risks, now can we? Speaking of those two lovebirds, we should totally go on a double date once we get married. They seem like quite the lovely couple. They're not that much unlike us you know..." She stared wistfully off into a wonderbolt poster, then back at him with a devious smile.

"Now, where were we?" The smile turning into a grin as she gingerly trotted outside the door, and shortly after returned with a burlap sack... that was moving? As the mare closed the door behind her, she brushed her blonde mane aside, picked the sack up with one wing, undid the knot with her teeth, and out on the floor tumbled two foals tied at both pair of legs, one orange filly with a purple mane, and one colt with a greyish colt with very dark blue, two toned mane. The later landing facing towards him, looks towards Soarin in a daze, with a scared, yet confused look reflecting in his purple eyes. "W-where am I?"

Soarin felt the icicle in his stomach get twisted, lacerating at least a couple of internal organs. It was bad enough what she had done to him, but now she was going to do something with foals? the colts eyes suddenly went wide as he seemed to recognize the pony in front of him. "Wait! Aren't you Soarin Mister?" He saw the right wing of the colt flutter to attention, the left having the hindquarter of the orange filly covering it's vicinity, which squirmed in suit with the wing fluttering. "You're the wonderbolt that had to withdraw due to... what happened to you? You were my idol..." Soarin felt the icicle break off inside him, suddenky feeling he had regained control of his jaw, he took this opportunity to grit his teeth, lower his eyeslids and utter in a low tone; "She did..."

He was about to resume speaking when the orange bundle of filly fluttered her wings furiously and managed to topple off the colt, Soaring now noticed she was gagged with a piece of cloth, which seconds later was scuffled off by frantic hooves. "Gah! Watch your wings Rumble! It was pressed against my launch pa-" the filly blinked a few times, looking at the unnaturally positioned, and still pegasus standing in front of them. "Oh... uh... hi mister Soarin... can I ask why you are here with our kidnapper? ... and you wouldn't happen to know where Pip or Feather is? " The filly faltered slightly as she spoke, seeming to try and keep up a brave facade, but far from succeeding.

The pegasus was about to open his mouth when the mare intercepted him. "Why, you see, poor Soarin here happens to have a thing for little foals... and unless I can be allowed to help him deal with these issues, I'm afraid he'd get in big trouble with the law sadly... but don't worry little filly, I am sure that we can all help him in doing the right thing. I mean, it would be sad if something were to... happen to someponies, wouldn't it?" The mare ran one of her feathers along the now wide-eyed filly, gaping with disbelief.

"WHAT?! No! That can't be true! Dash says you're a good pony!" The orange filly squeaked, her eyes darting between the equally flabbergasted males. Again, just as Soarin tried to open his mouth, he was cut short by the mare, which gave a light sway of her rump, flashing her cloudy sun cutie mark, an image that only now became fully clear to him as he felt it fully burn into his retina, only having been a haze to him before whenever he tried to remember. "Now now, as long as all ponies here agree to play nicely by the rules, this won't have to be any more uncomfortable than it has to. I only need your help to make Soarin realize his mistakes, the error of his ways, and then nopony has to get hurt." She gave a nod and smiled towards the trembling foals. "It's that simple! Just do what I say, and never speak of them to anypony, and we can just put all these nasty events behind us. It will be as if they never happened! ... BUT, if you don't do that, or is a tattle tale... then I'm afraid you've forced me to harm somepony, and, you wouldn't want to have that on your conscious, do you?"

After a bit of general confusion, Soarin finally spoke up: "W-what are you planning to do? Why have you kidnapped children? Please... just take me, leave them out of this..." The mare walked over and gave the buck a pat on the head. "Daw... you're so brave and noble... it's another reason why I love you... but alas, I have to do this. But since you all are needed for this, I can explain what must happen: You will have to have intercourse, so I can take pictures of it. That way, I can unsure that you will marry me and let me help you. As for you two, I have both hoofprints, and feathers enough to tie your brother, and your idol to this." She turned and looked at each foal respectively as she spoke. "So if you'd try to be a snitch, somepony dear to you would take the blame for your actions. So, if we all just do this nice and easy, this won't cause discomfort for anypony. I'm sure we can even have fun if you put your spirit into it!" She finished her monologue with a big smile, happily trotting over to a tiny pouch lying near the door, something Soarin is very unsure if it even was there before.

After a quick rummaging, she pulled out a thin syringe, and both the foals squirmed, the colt in particular, covering his abdomen with his front legs. "P-please don't take that near me... I'm really scared off needles... I don't want to..." And the rest of his sentence trailed off into mumbling as he blushed in embarrassment. The mare gingerly covered the tip with a primary. "Oh, don't worry. I don't want to cause you discomfort or have you making a mess. Just obey my directions and I won't have to use this. I'll even give you time to prepare. Soarin here however will need a little of this due to that I sadly had to convince him to stay with a little... encouragement! This is just a muscle loosening content. It will help archive the... effects we need."

The mare trots up to Soarin in a brisk pace, tenderly brushing through his mane. "This will only hurt for a second love." She leaned down under the petrified buck, aligning her wing with the syringe with his sheath and... Soarin bit his lower lip and shut his eyes, a brief, but intense pain shot through his poor phallus as something was injected straight into it. He was thankful it wasn't into the urethra however, even if it had been close. The syringe didn't hurt as it left his body, something he was thankful for. What he however felt instead, was blood flowing into his sensitive organ, forcing it erect with no muscles to stem the flow.

Soarin felt a drip of sweat slide down his cheek. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he was fully aware of that. But even he could figure out what was going on here. "Please... you don't have to do this... leave the foals out of this, I'll do whatever you say..." The mare looked at him as she put the syringe away with a smile. "Daw... that's so sweet of you. But we both know that isn't going to happen. Just look at what happened last time! It took me nine months to be able to contact you hun. We can't have that happen again.

The filly blinked a few times, her mouth sliding agape as she stared at the two, or more-so what was underneath one of them. "Huh... wow, Dash was right... yours ARE easier to see when you get riled up... still have to see if ours were easier by smell though..." Soarin blinked, twice. He wasn't sure what an appropriate response was, or if he should get mad at her. But then again, it was kind of a child thing to not realize the big picture, so for now, he decided to drop it, he had bigger issues to deal with... and a much smaller one between his legs as well. Once, or if he managed to deal with the large one...

Trying to come up with a plan, turned out to be quite fruitless for the stallion as he began to focus his mind. There was sadly not much going on for him so to say. The pressing issue of what likely was to come took most of his capacity to think. Being involuntarily erect, next to two minors, and paralyzed did surprisingly much to a pony's psyche. The mare cooed softly and brushed against the blue buck. "Now... where were we?" With tender hooves, she caressed along his body, positioning it so that he stood with his crotch more accessible, and as a whole just more... 'prepared'. Something in Soarins head clicked, and it dawned on him what she was planning.

A puppet, she was going to use him as a puppet to rig this whole thing, a mere plaything... the same was true about the foals too, they were just pawns to her. Or, that's at least what Soarin guessed, there was no telling what this was on this deranged mare's mind, but it seemed plausible with what she'd told him. "There we go, that's a great position." The mare nodded and seemed pleased with the result. "Now, Rumble, do as you're told, okay? And don't even think about trying to run away, we both know I'm still faster than you. And if you do, your friends are going to have to be punished for it. And if you can recall, Pip wasn't all that happy about last time that happened..." The colt shrunk back and glanced to the side dejectedly, murmuring something in a inaudible tone.

Without further ado, the mare smiled widely and strode up to the cowering colt and took a hold of him with one of her wings, looping through the ropes and starting to drag him over to the bound buck as the pegasus filly watched on in awe. "Now, now. Don't you worry bout a thing. This won't hurt at all. Just do as I instruct and we should be done in less than ten minutes!" the mare joyfully skipped along the floor, despite the colt in tow, causing him to bounce against the cloud as she moved forwards. Gingerly dropping the colt off next to Soarin, the mare began to head back towards the door, and started rummaging around in her belongings, searching for something.

"Aha! Got it!" She exclaimed triumphantly, holding up a camera for all to view. Strapping the contraption to herself, she began to prepare the device as she spoke; "Right, this should take long. You can prepare in the meantime. Nothing fancy, just want you to give him oral." The whitish colt scrunched up his nose upon hearing those words, glancing towards the member hanging next to his face, making a slight gagging noise. The mare rolled her eyes. "Don't be silly, there's nothing wrong with same sex intercourse, it's commonly accepted you know."

Rumble glanced over to her with a frown. "It's not that, it smells like he hasn't showered or cleaned down there for a week... that, and I still don't want to do this..." The light purple pegasus gave a shrug and replied cheerily: "Eh, it can't be that bad. Unless there's smegma on it, just suck it up and suck on it." The colt still frowned, but after some hesitation, and having glanced to the bag the mare had, recalling the syringe, then reluctantly gave a slow lick across the tip, sending a very odd tingle throughout the retired flier, who still felt embarrassed for not having showered in nearly two weeks... it had turned into one of those 'I'll do it later' tasks. But at the same time, he could never have know this was going to happen, so thinking about it was pointless. "I'm sorry about that..." The stallion mumbled out bashfully.

The colt shifted his weight a little and sighed before starting a ginger pattern of lapping at the tip. "It's fine... just... just don't make this any worse than it has to be..." Unable to think of a response, Soarin just stood there in silence. Despite being the one that had things done to him, he felt like the perpetrator here, he felt guilty for abusing this poor child... it didn't get any better with all the flashes of light that went off as the mare took pictures of the whole scenario while murmuring about how great they were doing.

Scootallo in the other hoof was far less amused than the other mare. She glanced towards Soarin and scrunched up her nose, while talking to herself. "Ew..." Looking over at the mare, she noticed something else poking out and scrunched up even further. "Ewww... I've seen Applebloom pop a stiffie in class, but she at least tried to hide it..." Making sure she wasn't heard, she squirmed some in her restraints, concluding it wouldn't be possible for her to break free. She however felt insulted her wings weren't tied like Rumble's had been. Sure, it wasn't my much, just to hinder a full flap, but still... this mare had just tied her legs. She could just drop through the cloud and try to flutter down... but that didn't feel entirely safe. She didn't even know how far up they were. If it was too much, her plan of escape would turn into one of entombment... if they could find enough the body... the pegasus gave a shiver and decided that she'd rather be scarred for life, than risk not having one at all.

Another pegasus was facing issues as well. Soarin heard a low sniffle as the laps on his privates went over to longer licks and suckles. He really wished that the madmare had thought up some other elaborate scheme, that didn't involve children... seeing how she had managed to find him anyhow. It seemed very plausible to make any other sort of plotting that didn't involve any minors. Like... blackmailing? ... oh wait, that's what she was doing currently... flaring his nostrils, he tried to re-position himself, but didn't get anywhere. His limbs were still tightly locked. He had some restricted movement to his muzzle, but that was it.

As much as Soarin didn't want too, he could feel a particular feeling build up inside of him. He bit his lower lip. "A-are you sure there's no other way we can do this?" The mare gingerly tilted her head, then smiled softly. "Schh... I can tell by your expression this will soon be over... just relax and enjoy yourself hun. I don't see why you make so much fuzz over a good thing" He could feel himself starting to flare up. Snorting his nostrils, the pegasus tensed up and prepared for what was to come... onto a little colt... "Oh! Excuse me love, but I have to take this!" The mare smiled and scooted back, focusing the camera on the scene.

Letting out a low whiny, Soarin felt dull pain shot through his body as he tried to move, soon to be replaced with a slightly peculiar feeling to him as he involuntarily began to release his seed. It didn't become better as he heard the colt sputter and cough as the tingly sensation coursed through him, somehow taken by surprised by the event... how he managed that even Soarin found peculiar. But despite trying to think on anything else, Soarin felt that basic urge satisfied, not matter how bad it made him feel as a whole. It was wrong, yet his body told him it felt right. The stallion shut his eyes tight, contemplating how long it would take him this time to get out of therapy...

Shortly after the spurts finally stopped, a tender wing caressed his cheek as a mouth playfully nipped at his ear. Trying to flick his head away from the source only proved painful as his neck refused to be able to move that much, resulting in a jagged pain in his entire neck. "There we go, good boy, both of you... normally I'd consider this a waste, but seeing how we already have our treasure, this is an acceptable loss." Soarin creaked an eye open to be met by the loving gaze of his captor, right before she reached underneath him and pulled up a notably scarred colt. His eyes bulged open further from what she did next: She held Rumble next to her muzzle, and gave a long lick across his cheek, cleaning off some of the gunk.

"Mmm... you taste just like I imagined... perfect..." In a surprisingly rapid movement, she swung the now even more traumatized colt into Soarin's own muzzle, smearing off the sticky content. "Here hun; try some!" Soarin did his best to not... he wasn't sure what, but he didn't want to do it. The somewhat salty taste wasn't really good, but not bad either... he still felt sick knowing where it came from... mainly how it came there... seeming to be in her own world, the mare ignored the responses the two males gave, just giddily trotted back towards the sack, and dropped the colt onto it. "You've done your part, you can wipe that off now you'd like" Soarin wasn't sure if the colt had heard, or if he just curled up in the sack for some other reason... the later seemed more plausible...

The ex-wonderbolt's eyes widened as the madmare turned around in a single swift motion and fixated her eyes on the filly that had witnessed the entire event, whom, upon realizing the gaze was on her; stiffed in turn, her little wings popped to attention, a natural response to being surprised, worried, scared or overall feeling threatened. Biting his lip, he just now realized there must have been a reason she brought two of them. Thank Celestia he was alrea-... tartarus... Soarin just noticed his penis had not gone flaccid, despite the orgasm. The flare was down, but the rest of it was still up.

The mare approached the bound pegasus, whom made a squeak and began to flutter her wings with a low buzzing noise, slowly starting to slide across the floor, far too slowly to get away from her captor however, making it a very short pursuit. With the hyperventilating filly fluttering helplessly in her grasp, the mare trotted towards Soarin once more. The stallion grit his teeth. She couldn't possibly want him to... could she? Even if she'd happen to be a early bloomer, he really doubted that filly would be hung enough to be penetrated... then again, she might be able to take part of it inside... mares were very elastic from what he'd heard from Spitfire. Plus... he was a bit bellow the average from what he heard. Never really cared about it, but it was something he remembered being told, among other information he just picked up but never was bothered with. Like Photo Finish favorite color or dessert.

He was however pleasantly surprised when the mare placed the startled filly in front of him. The purple maned pony struggled in her bonds and looked frightened, covering her pride with her tail. "W-what are you going to do to me?" Her eyes shifted between the older mare and the stallion. The mare just smiled softly and grabbed the filly's tail with a wing and tugged it down to reveal the mound of a mare, mottling that formed a small, striped shape from the bottom to the top. Very unusual to see to what Soarin knew, most mares or stallions just had a random pattern, if they had any. It was unusual that it was a somewhat symmetric design. There was also one or two lines near the top. Still, Soarin grimaced as he looked at it. Normally he didn't mind if he accidentally saw one, but having it up in his face was nothing he approved off. He then caught the eyes of the filly, something in her eyes seemed to indicate she felt hurt... could she have landed badly when she was dropped?

The mare frowned notably and prodded the soft slit, eliciting a whimper from the filly. "The hay? Why are you limp? How can you not have gotten erect from watching that? I'm hard as a rock here!" The mare seemed flabbergasted for some reason... when Soarin thought of it, and glanced towards the colt... he did noticed that the colt did actually have one. It was hard to spot, and it actually had mottling in shape of a spot on the tip, but it was there. He didn't see what the big deal was though... nor was too sure why the colt had become excited...

Apparently, the mare thought it was a big deal and snorted, tugging down the tail the filly had tried to pull back up. "Come now, you can't just sit here and be dry. Get some blood flowing to your family jewel!" notably irritated, she began to gently rub on the side of the mound, trying to coax circulation for her to become engorged. All this resulted in was another whimper. "Ugh... you are making me late on my schedule... I HATE being late..." She flared her nostrils and moved to tugging at the lips with a suprisingly sensual touch, if going with what her mood seemed to indicate. It however made the orange pegasus elicit a strange mix of a squeak and a yelp.

Their captor suddenly stopped and stared at the filly that now was visibly shaking with tears forming at her eyes. "... please don't tell me you are impotent...can you get it up? Or do I have to use the syringe on you?" Scootaloo began to shake more than before and hid behind her hooves. "N-no... I-I can get-" her sentenced was interrupted as she gave a hiccup "-it up... I... I'm just too nervous... and scared... I don't want to do this... please..." The mare stared at her for a few seconds before letting out a sigh. "Syringe it is."

The filly jumped and tensed up. "NO!" a very high pitched, squeaky word was uttered by the filly, which had now started almost vibrating with her shivering. "I-I'll get it up! I'll get hard, just, just give me a bit..." The mare seemed to smirk at this and to what Soarin could tell, contemplated something. "Hm... well, I can move the minute long sorting of some... ingredients to now, this way I'll still stick with my schedule... yes, this will do. But if you're still flaccid after I'm done, you're getting a shot, just so you know." Her wings went down into her bad, rummaging around as she stared intently at the filly.

Soarin wanted to say something reassuring, but he really had nothing to contribute with... he instead watched the orange pony in front of him bite her lower lip and roll her hips, her sex twitching slightly as she seemed to try and... do something with it. The filly grunted with effort, panting and glancing between the mare and him, occasionally blinking away tears and wiping her nose with her bound forelegs. Soarin saw the young pegasus shiver as she met the mare's gaze. "Please... at least stop staring at me... I'm having hard enough as it is to try and get moist... you're not helping with that, you're just unnerving me..."

The mare tilted her head and smirked glancing over at... to what Soarin could tell, his genitals instead... One of her wings going out of the bag, and nimbly sliding inside the filly's pride as she let out a squeak. "How's this then? Maybe a little prostate massage will help your lubrication to get going?" Squirming as the wingtip seemed to have found it's goal, Scootaloo tried to protest. "N-no! Sto-aah... you'rnnhaa.. Oh Luna what are yoeahhaa... H-hey t-that's not my nnggh... that's my, my-" from what seemed to be less than half a minute, if even that, the pegasus filly went from smooth and to slick and swollen. As the mare pulled out her primary slowly, the filly gave a reflexive thrust, and unfolded her joystick, to which the mare's eyes widened a bit, then resulted in a wide smile.

"My... you're a big girl, aren't you?" The orange coat of the pegasus turned scarlet, then she quickly looked to the side, clearly embarrassed. The older mare grinned and reached out with her other wing, forcing the filly to look at her, then she licked the misty lubricant from her feathers off as the other pony squirmed. "Nopony ever told you that? You're packing a quite impressive package as a whole, very thick lips you have here, not to mention that clit... sure you're not a psudo? Bet they'll be even bigger when you're fully grown." Still trying to avert her gaze, the flustered filly snorted slightly. "S-shut up... why are you even saying this to me? I thought you only had a hard-on for Soarin here!"

The mare only let out a chuckle and grinned. "Now then, with that out of the way." A hoof was quickly placed at the back of Soarin's head, then he found himself pushed down to the sex of the filly with a slight pain due to his muscles. "Get to work!" Both ponies equally surprised of this, looked at her questioningly. "W-wait, you want him to... on me? ... why did you force Rumble to go down on him if you want to have him give me head? That's not fair!" While he didn't know where she got this sudden burst of courage from, he was inclined to agree... it did seem unfair to the colt... The mare just replied with a giggle and smile, then spoke softly: "Well, if you want, I can have him try and penetrate you. Would that make you feel better? Or would you like if I made it so that you got to pleasure him as well as to being pleasured right now? Is that what you want?"

Deflating as quickly as she stood up, the filly shrunk back behind her hooves and let out a low murmur, to which the mare let out a bemused snort. "Didn't think so." Scootaloo fiddled around uncomfortably for a short while before the mare pressed Soarins muzzle against the filly's crotch, eliciting a low whimper. "Go on hun, you know what to do." The stallion tried to look into the eyes of the pegasus opposite of him, however, a pair of forelegs were in the way. Glancing over to the other, nearby pegasus, he only saw the mare nod approvingly at him with a grin, holding the camera ready.

Sticking his tongue out, he could taste mare. It wasn't bad... but not that good either. It could be worse though. Plus, Soarin didn't exactly want to tell her she tasted sub-par. That wouldn't be very nice of him. It's not exactly like she needed more discomfort as it was. Besides, it's not like he knew what the average taste of these things was anyhow. Taking another slow lap, he could feel the filly shiver under his tongue. Everything in this just felt wrong, yet, he didn't know what else to do. Some part of him hoped she could even enjoy it. Even it if seemed like the colt had did anything but just that.

This time however, they were receiving, not giving. Soarin wasn't sure that was much of an improvement though. Both ways a underage was used sexually against their will. The filly shifted her weight and unfolded her wings, kicking lightly with a hind leg as they fluttered. The mare grinned and snapped another photo. "Yes... yes, these will do perfectly!" As he went down on the orange filly, he could swear he see her blushing. Another things he didn't know if it was a good or a bad sign. Scootaloo flared her nostrils and bit her lower lip, her stiff clit unfolding, staying exposed. Shortly after, another click was heard. "Atta girl, don't be shy too show what Celestia gave you."

After a short bit of squirming, the purple maned pony managed to fold her clit back in, flaring her nostrils in the process. "Hun, either you stick that back out, or I'll do it for you." The light purple mare spoke calmly, making the filly freeze for a few seconds, before she seemed to struggle with getting her erection on display again, succeeding after the forth try. "There we go, try to keep it there, okay?" From what little Soarin knew, he just locked his lips around the stiff little nub, which meant pretty much the entire package due to the size difference, then he began to lap and suckle at it. It ought to speed up her orgasm... he though... she made very odd noises and rocked her hips as he began to do that... he would normally read a pony's expression to find out their mood, but having her shield her face was kind of a problem. Suddenly the mare tapped a hoof to her chin briefly. "Or... would it seem more convincing if you were flaccid?... eh, we've already went with you swollen, so lets stick to that."

Again, Soarin had no idea what to retort to that, but he felt really annoyed with this mare, more than annoyed... yet, he was at her mercy... again. How did she keep coming up with these crazy, yet somehow functional ideas? ... not to ask where she got all the materials for it... manticore poison? That wasn't exactly a common ingredient. Come to think of it, WHO was this mare? How did she manage? A sudden kick to Soarin's noggin made the stallion shake his head and come to attention. The filly in front of him had begun to shiver, and before Soarin could figure out what was going on, she arched her back and let out a whiny, and a stream of misty lubricant shot out from her sex. As it took the stallion by surprise, the first jet of the load went straight into his mouth.

The juices oddly enough had a hint of ginger in the taste... Soarin wasn't sure if this was normal or not, but as he contemplated about it he had reflexively pulled back to feel something warm splash against his muzzle along with another clicking noise. Hearing another whinny from the filly, he glanced forwards to feel a sudden burn in his right eye, instinctively shutting in tight. Slowly opening his left, he saw the filly shuddering in front of him, her small wings buzzing as she panted rapidly. Some more of the misty juices trickled out of her sex as she tried to regain control of her body.

Soarin prepared to ask if she was alright, having regained enough train of though to make out that would be a good idea. He opened his mouth to spit out the gunk in his mouth, when he realized it was gone. Then nausea struck him as he could still taste it, the pale blue buck quickly realized he had somehow reflexively swallowed it as he had shut his eye. "Ugh... I think I swallowed it..." As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized what he had said. He had prepared to speak, but as his original plan got interrupted, the next thing he thought of was blurted out.

The mare tilted her head and looked skeptically at the trembling filly. "That's it? I got the money shot, but really? I know you're young, but you barely unloaded enough to fill half a glass." Soarin's eyes then shot up as he saw her wing-slap the orange filly. Not hard, but enough to be felt. "Plus, you don't jizz a pony in the eye! That is rude. And ESPECIALLY not my hubby." The mare flared her nostrils and glared at the now sniffling and quivering heap.

Scootaloo tried to speak, but all that came out was incoherent blubbering, and after a short while she simply rolled to her side and sobbed. While he didn't want to notice, he saw how the filly very quickly became limp while she curled up, as the orgasm seemed to have fully passed through her body. The ex-wonderbolt felt very conflicted. Firstly, he felt terrible for directly being part of traumatizing a filly. Secondly, he felt really bad over how he reacted to the whole situation, that poor filly must feel awful with how he reacted and what he said to her. He now realized that she had seen him grimace as he looked at her sex, that was the reason why she looked hurt... yes, that will do wonders for her self esteem... have someone seem disgusted as they look at your pride, then complain about swallowing your load, then have someone else rack on their potency and how much they are capable of ejaculating. Quite the far opposite of what a young pony that just was sexually abused needed to see and hear. He needed to find a way to help her get her confidence back. And lastly, he wondered how and where one should hit a pregnant mare without risk of harming the foal...

Soarin tried to take a more imposing stance before he recalled he could't move, so instead, he simply hissed at the mare. "Leave her alone! Haven't you done enough to these poor children's psyche?" The mare just rolled her eyes and reached out a wing to clean the cum off his eyelid. "T-t-t, don't be silly love. We've done rather little to them actually. I am that humble you know. What we have done is only what we've needed too. We could have done much worse things you know. Besides, I just gave her some discipline, she have to learn it's not okay to ejaculate into someone's eye, that's just unspoken manners."

The stallion snored and glared at her. "Does it look like you've taught her anything positive at all? She's terrified for Luna's sake! And she couldn't help that, if anything it was mostly my fault for moving as she came." His limbs ached as he tried to move them. "How can you even sink so low that you rack on her endowment? From the looks of it, you both robbed her of her first time, and she doesn't even seem to have fully gone through puberty yet, if even entered it!" The mare casually scrapped off the remaining lubricant, then patted the buck on his head. "You did. I wasn't the one that was giving her head hun. And I did compliment her, she just snapped at me for it, she's the ungrateful one here. And besides, I can't be to blame for the fact she came like a little colt. She ought to thank me I managed to take a picture of the money shot, otherwise you would have had to suck her off once more."

The mare brushed through her blonde mane dismissively, then casually hoisted up the filly into the air, eliciting a muffled whimper. "Besides, she's done her part. They're both free to go. Plus, they got to have sex with a wonderbolt! How many kids can brag about that? ... okay well, they aren't allowed to, but you know, they will know. They'll get over this in no time and see it as something great, just you wait dear." She dropped the weeping pegasus off onto the other side of the sack, next to the curled up colt. He seemed less catatonic now, but Soarin still couldn't look him in the eyes... mostly as he was made to empty his sperm over the colts face... a shiver ran down Soarins spine. He'd need to apologize for that as well... it felt like a lot of counseling would be needed... and showers, sweet Celestia he wanted to shower. He had never felt this dirty... apart from maybe the first time after he was violated by this mare...

The mare stopped for a few seconds, then shrugged and stuffed both foals down into the sack. "Might as well start packing. I have to leave soon, your friends should be done in a few hours, and Celestia knows that weirdo's erratic visiting hours. But I'll see you in around two months or so once our daughter is born. I'd recommend preparing by getting a bigger house. I can't say I understand why you stick to this small house you got here." The mare froze once more, then tapped her chin. "You know, seeing how long it will be till we meet again, and I am confident you won't bail on me, I know you're not that bad of a father. But yeah, since it will be weeks until we can be together... how about we have a little fun?"

Soarins eyes bulged out. No, this was far from what he wanted, couldn't she even have the decency to leave once she was done with this round of ruining the life of more than one pony? She nimbly pulled out both the children, then applied a ... rag like thing over their muzzles, then put them down onto the bag, and turned around with lust in her eyes. Soarin concluded that; yes, she had no regard for what he wanted... "Don't worry love. I know we can't have vaginal sex, but I got two more orifices we can use, and you can go down on me, just like old times!" It just struck him that vaginal sex would induce a miscarriage... and it scared him that the thought tempted him. What was he thinking? Yes... it would... 'fix' his problems, but that would be murder. And frankly, if it was to choose between having created life, and taking a life with his penis, he'd rather do the former.

She licked her lips and flaunted her rear, winking towards him. "Mmm... missed her? I know it must have been lonely all these months... but don't worry, I'm here now, I'll do all the work if you'd like... or would you want to have seconds?" She grinned and flexed her clit once more. She was almost scarily wet... her entire crotch had a damp, swollen look, and it was coated in what he at first believe was mottling, but then realized was lubricant. Part of him concluded that this would have been easier if he'd been a mare, assuming his crazed fan also was one. She couldn't have impregnated herself with him... unless she was educated in magic and medicine and knew that rare procedure Spitfire mentioned once... plus, then those strong, hungry muscles of her genital wouldn't have anything to clamp around... like she had last time. The mere thought of it made his penis ache, but that could also be from the fact his muscles were unable to shut the flow of blood constantly coursing through his veins.

"As long as we're quick, we should have time for some rutting. Last I checked, you friends go with either quickies, or get pent up for the week, then set aside some hours for it, And this week, I didn't catch either of them doing any type of whoopies. And we've only been here for-" she glanced at the clock on the wall "-around forty minutes. So, we got at least an hour to get a little intimate on..." Soarin did not like the sound of that. Neither did he like the look of her saddlebag... Celestia knew what she had in there... actually wouldn't surprise him if she pulled out a double dildo or some other weird contraption... actually, he could see her having one of those incredibly rare, 'stallion to mare' enchanted sex toy's.

The more he though about it, the less appealing was the thought of having sex with her... or doing anything with her for that matter... and why was she having the children watch? The mare had begun to advance towards him again, and Soarin had to admit he was quite enveloped in a feeling of hopelessness... "Well? Darling? What do you feel like doing? Want me to start off with a blowjob to get you more relaxed?" The stallion glanced from side to side, biting his lower lip. The mare only quirked a brow and pouted. "Are you thinking of altering the police? You are aware that you would end up in jail as a child rapist, right? Why would you even consider that?"

The mare sighed and shook her head. "See? This is exactly why he needs help children." She turned to the two, mostly immobile ponies on the sack. "The mere fact he even considering making his own foal an orphan just proves that he needs my help, does it not?" She nodded to herself before resuming. "But don't worry dear, I will help you see the light. I will make you a better pony, we were meant for each other after all. And as long as I have these pictures, I hope they will repel you from doing anything stupid until you've managed to be enlightened and have seen the error of your ways."

She gives a tonguesmirk and looks at him playfully. "Though, I do have to admit some of the pictures I took more for our sake. Like the money shot. We can have a look at them later if you want, I've placed them in my bag by the door." She walked up to the mostly incapacitated pegasus and gave him a long, tender kiss, enjoying the moment... something only one of the involved was doing. A sudden swoosh startled both of them however as a rainbow blur emerged through the floor of the cloudhouse, snatching the bag with precise precision, to which shortly after, a trail of smoke and lightning toppled the pale purple mare over, sending her flying a short distance.

Disoriented, the mare got up and shook her head, upon which her eyes dilated. "No... it can't be! What are you two doing here? You're not allowed to be here! YOU'RE NOT ON THE SCHEDULE!" She shrieked and hissed as she scrambled up onto her feet. A certain orange little bundle suddenly had awoken and was buzzing her wings, flopping on her side, similar to a fish. "Wainbow Rash! Einlow Vash" The cyan pegasus in question stopped dead in her tracks for a second, looking at Scootaloo before narrowing her eyes at the mare. "Oh, it's on... NOW it's PERSONAL..."

The mare looked between the two other mares with malice. "Don't you understand anything? We belong together! He NEEDS me! Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be busy interlocking several pairs of lips?" Spitfire gave a flat look and let out a slight cough. "Relationships are not only about sex you know... but yes, as you now seem to have spied on our personal life before; We had planned to have sex tonight,but Dash wasn't really in a mood, and we were out of spark batteries." The pregnant pegasus seemed to frown. "Batteries? Don't you know vibrators numb down the feeling in your marehoods?" Soarin, being more than confused and relived at the situation, still couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that mare's mind.

Dash, seeming to be the only slightly flustered by all this,scraped the floor idly, then replied. "For your information, we don't use them. The batteries are for... something completely different... if you don't know what, we intend to keep it that way!" If Soarin wasn't paralyzed, there was a dozen of things he would be doing right now. He however noticed that the flopping filly had suddenly stopped skipping around, and now seemed to be in a state of flabbergastment. Glancing back on the said mare, the cyan pegasus cracked her neck and grinned. "However, I can tell you, that if you want to spy on people, try to not get seen yourself... plus, you left a little something behind that gave us all the information we needed... Cloud Kicker..."

Gritting her teeth, the blonde pegasus in question narrowed her eyes. "Well then...it seems like complications have occurred... and I'm afraid we'll have to take drastic measures to ensure the success of my mission as you don't seem to be able to understand... you lack the capacity to see things clearly, as they really are..." The three pegasi flared their wings and snorted almost simultaneously. Soarin tensed up as he witnessed what was about to happen. A part of him wanted them to not hurt her, mainly what was in her. And another part of him wanted to see her suffer. And a third part wanted to know what they hay they used batteries for. But before he could think further, all six wings flapped down at the same time, the ponies taking off towards each other.

Author's Note

Finally, after long overdue, I found sudden semi-inspiration to write again. Hopefully this chapter will be a least equally decent as the first chapter. And due to lack of both reliable, and/or quick proofreaders (don't get me wrong, I love the ones I got, but for this fic, I don't feel like waiting several or even months weeks before I can post it. It's a delayed enough chapter as it is.

This will have 3 endings. A "good", a "bad" and a "bittersweet".
And again, I really, really hope I managed to make a decent enough follow up to this fic. I think it is my most appreciated one, and I'd hate to fail the fans of it.