Sore In the Night

by Satch

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Spitfire, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Soarin, Sad, Other, Rainbow Dash
Length: 21077

Soarin goes to a club to meet up with Spitfire, but runs into a overly eager fan after getting there

Right, so firstly I will just clearly state: This story contains male rape. This story was originally a "challenge accepted" from a pony forum in which, I complained on the utter lack of male rape. (that is, where the male is the victim.) So I accepted the challenge and went ahead with it. And this probably took me waaay to long to write but in either case.

Resume: Soarin heads to a night club to meet up with Spitfire, but as he gets there, she seems to have run into somepony familiar, and asks if Soarin would be okay with her leaving with said somepony. Afterwards, Soarin bumps into a fan, but not just any fan, his number one fan, and she brought him a pie...

Anyhow, as said, if you don't like to read about rape, don't read. Simple as that. The victim and perpetrator was voted out in the forums. So props to you if you can guess which background pony got made delusional and rides poor Soarin dry. And tbh, I do believe this is the first fic with male rape in it. That, or any one that has it has managed to completely hide from me.

I however really have to thank a friend for helping me proofread and partially write parts of this. Could not have done it without them.
Ps: I still suck at explaining stuff xP

Published 2012-03-30 00:24:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-02 06:30:48 UTC

Stormfront

Soarin shook of the chill of the brisk night air as he entered club Night Mare’s Moondancing. Spitfire had asked him if he wanted to join her to celebrate of their latest, wildly successful, spring air show. He flashed a smile to the spiky maned pony at the entrance as he cantered into the building. The establishment wasn't crowded, but it was far from empty. Ponies of all hues were bustling around, swapping stories with the bartender over drinks and salt licks, losing all inhibitions on the dance floor, and simply chatting and playing games with friends, enjoying the festive atmosphere.

The pale blue pegasus scanned the club for his yellow companion. Several crowds of ponies had formed across the room. On held a rhythmically bobbing, baby alligator and the other had a gray pegasus mare with a blond mane who was somehow managing to to the worm, moon trot and and safety dance all at the same time, but no wonderbolt.

Soarin finally resorted to taking to the air to locate his comrade, finally spotting her distinctive, fiery hair. She was over on the other side of the dance floor, talking with a cyan pega- hey! It was the pie saver... the same pegasus who had won the best young flier competition... and saved three of the wonderbolts... and that white unicorn who kicked him in the face. He slowly came to the conclusion that he had prioritized those in very much the wrong order. Wonderbolts, Best Young Flier, pie, then unicorn; yeah, that was better. He began to float over to the pair.once.

"Hey Spitfire!" he called out as he approached.

"Oh, heya there Soarin," the yellow flier replied with a friendly wave. "I was a little worried you might have gotten lost... again." The pegasus stallion gave a sheepish grin and stroked the back of his head with a hoof. "Anyhow, I managed to bump into Rainbow here," Spitfire continued, indicating to the cyan mare. "I'm sure you remember her right? She was at the best young fliers competition, the gala, and the award ceremony for helping save Equestria... twice."

"Ahaha... yeah, don't worry," Soarin replied sheepishly. "I remember her. How you doing miss Dash?"

"I'm doing awesome," the rainbow mare replied, her voice cracking slightly. "I'm really pumped for your next try outs. Hopefully referee will manage to keep out of my way crash into her again." The rainbow maned pegasus gave a nervous chuckle and looked away awkwardly.

“You sure you won't try?" the Wonderbolt buck chuckled and gave the aspiring mare a playful wink. "We might have an award if you manage to do it three times in a row" The young pegasus blushed and let out a nervous cough as she looked back at him through her mane. "Well, we might be able to do some practice sessions with you if you are interested. I won't be doing anyth-" Soarin was interrupted by an elbow to the knee, and a pleading glare from Spitfire.

"Excuse us for a minute Dash," the yellow mare interjected. "I just remembered I have to tell Soarin something about tomorrow's schedule, but meet me at the bar later, okay?"

Dash's eyes had lit up at the mention of practice, and she nodded vigorously. "Sure thing Spitfire," she replied calmly, remembering herself, and straightening her posture. "I gotta say thou that it would be awesome if we could get some practice in. I'd love to show off this new trick I've been working on"

The yellow pegasus dragged her fellow wonderbolt over to a table and pulled him close. “Okay, listen up here clam jammer," she instructed with weakly masked irritation. "I’m trying to tap that flank, if you know what I’m saying? So don’t ruin this for me. You know we only can stay here till tomorrow. And it’s taken me months to build up a connection with that fine cyan mare. So you go over and tell her that you just remembered you got a thing to do tomorrow okay? Then I’ll have the window I need to get this show on the road. Capish?”

Soarin tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. “I think so…" he replied slowly. "But what could you possibly tap from her flank? And what window? And our next show isn’t until next month. Did I miss something important?”

Spitfire deadpanned for a long moment before she slammed her hoof into her forehead, hard. “Ugh, I didn’t expect this from you of all the wonderbolts," she grimaced. "Maybe Surprise, but not you. I mean, what the hay Soarin? How long have you known me now? What do you think me and Fleetfoot did all those extra hours we spent 'cleaning the shower room?'"

“What do Surprise and Fleetfoot have to do with this? Are they going to be in this extra show as well? Why have I not heard of this before now? Do they know?”

The mare opened her mouth to object, then closed it again. Taking a deep breath before continuing. “Only you Soarin… only you can be this dense… look, I’m trying to ‘taste the rainbow’ here, ‘go downtown’, have a session of canyon-yodeling if you know what I am saying.”

“But rainbows are really spicy. And we ARE downtown, or did you fo-“ the confused buck was cut off by a yellow hoof being shoved into his mouth.

“By Luna’s pubic hair!" a very irritated, yellow pegasus snapped. "Did you even have sex –ed? I’m trying to get laid, I want to fuck her you doofus. I will do my best to end this night with a taco buffet for two. I’m quite sure this mares barn door swings that way, or at least both directions. Plus, she has quite the personality. And she looks mighty fine to. Please tell me you at least understood that. If not, then I really feel sorry for you Soarin... and I might need to hit you.”

“Oh my…I well um," the light blue buck stammered and flushed beet red. "I have to say I didn’t expect that. I just don’t really think too much about to be honest Spitfire. Helps me focus on flying you know? But erh well… I will tell her I have to… organize my… uniforms by… size… how does that sound?”

“… just tell her you need to do some paperw- no wait, that would never work out. Just say you suddenly became constipated or something. That she’d buy at least.”

“Well… okay," Soarin replied hesitantly, turning around and trotting to the bar. "I’ll make something up. Don’t you worry.”

“If you are planning on thinking!" she called out, half amused, half irritated. "Then bet your flank I will worry!”

As he approached the cyan pegasus she was rolling her hooves at the bar looking a bit nervous. “Hey Dash!” he called out as he came closer.

She glanced up from her legs and looked at him, seeming a bit anxious. “Oh, hi Soarin. How did it go?" she asked. "Where’s Spitfire?”

“Yeah, about that, you see, I have to go prepare some paperwork for the wonderbolts hangout which I totally forgot about earlier," the light blue buck fumbled nervously. "Since I would have mentioned it otherwise. Since you see, Spitfire is going in season soon. Therefor we other have to prepare for that… I mean, she is going to lead us through her season… I mean, she is leading the rest of us through the upcoming season of flight.”

“…what?” Dash asked, looking completely perplexed and flabbergasted.

Soarin shuffled nervously before sputtering out “Also, I got a sudden case of constipation, so I can’t join you two!”

The wonderbolt hurried to scramble away from the bar with a faint blush on this muzzle.

“So wait?!" the aspiring mare called after the fleeing pegasus. "What was that all about? Does this mean you’re going to leave me all alone here?”

A heated voice from her side cooed into her ear “You’re not alone Dash, I’m still here. And who knows, maybe we could manage to work out a ‘training session’ later in the night if you want…”

Soarin trotted from the scene of a newly blushing rainbow maned mare and over to a couple of tables in the other side of the bar. Settling down on one of the chairs he contemplated what he should do next as the pony who had invited him had just ditched him.

He overheard a conversation between three unicorn mares, one pink with white hair and blue streaks at the end of it, the second a tan coat with a teal mane and the third was a brighter shade of purple with pink hair, the last was also the only one wearing much of any sort of attire. She had a barely long enough skirt to cover her haunches, a slim jacket and a hip and fly hat.

The pink coated mare was in the middle of telling a story when the Wonderbolt leaned in closer to eavesdrop, it wasn't like he had anything better to do while waiting for Spitfire to be done with... whatever she had in mind. Really, how did two mares even…maybe if they went like… his attention snapped back as he started to zone in into what was being said by the three mares.

"-the floor," the pink mare said "and so I proceed to go a bit deeper. And guess what I found?" The unicorn looked at the two others, then cracked a snickering smile before speaking up. "An apple!" she exclaimed and emphasized by waving a hoof in the air.

The three burst out laughing and he was about to go closer to hear what could have been so funny with an apple when something prodded his left side. He turned around to face a bluish pegasus mare with purple eyes and a short, dual colored mane with different hues of yellow standing next to him, staring intensely at him with a giddy smile.

"Excuse me, but you're Soarin from the Wonderbolts are you not?" the mare squeaked out in an overly excited voice that cracked four times just asking that question.

The light blue stallion gave a wide grin. “Why yes," he replied proudly. "yes I am. And who might you be? Do you want an autograph perhaps?”

The mare gigglesnorted.
“Oh, you’re so silly Soarin, like you wouldn’t remember me. I’ve been to all your shows, twice. We’ve spoken five times already. For a total time of forty minutes and twenty-seven seconds, twenty-eight.”

He stood there dumbfounded for a moment before he recalled the mare in front of him. “Oh… oooh, now I remember. Yeah, my bad. It’s uh… a bit dark in here… yeah…” Soarin looked away sheepishly, rubbing a hoof against his leg. “So… what brings you here miss? I’m here to spend some time with Spitfire, discussing the coming season of our tour. And to relax some as well of course heh.”

“Oh, you know… the usual," the fanfilly responded. "Dance a little, hang out. But say, are you an Spitfire an object?”

“Object? We’re both ponies, not objects. I don’t follow.”

The mare giggled and tapped him on his head. “I meant if you are a couple or dating you silly.”

“Oh, okay. Why didn’t you just say so? I swear, almost everypony I know has problems talking clearly.”

She just snickered and rolled her eyes. “You’re cute when you’re confused, anypony told you that?”

“Hey, I’m not confused I’m… wait, what were we talking about again?”

That just caused her to chortle louder. “You know, I actually have a gift for you, wait right here. It’s a ‘thank you’ gift. I know you’ll like it.”

“Oh?” Soarin’s ears perked up at the mention of a gift. Soarin likes gifts.

The mare trotted off giddily around a table and vanished into the crowd. Soaring was left to stand and ponder over what he might be getting. He vaguely remember that mare, she tended to come to all their performances. He just never really paid too much attention to any of his specific fans. He just gave all of them as much attention as he could muster after a show; most of the Wonderbolts did that. It was only on rare occasions any of them favored one specific fan, like with Spitfire and that rainbow maned mare. Then again, it was quite understandable. She did pull of the first sonic rainboom in like… a long time. And she got honorary mentions from the princess after saving Equestria… twice. Anyhow, he noticed he was trailing off again.

How long had it been? Probably not more than a minute. He tended to space out, but he didn’t mind. It rarely bothered him. His fellow teammates could get a bit ticked at times, but usually they were okay by his aloof nature.

In the middle of thinking about the velocity of a hoofball being tossed between two soaring pegasi looping around a mountain, the pegasus was snapped back to reality by a bouncing mare in front of him, holding something clenched between her teeth.

“I bwoght you tha ghif”

Soarin looked towards the mare and his face lit up as he saw the pie in her grasp. “Say, where did you get that pie from?" he asked. "It looks fresh, but I didn’t see any place that sold any.”

The pegasus mare placed the tray down around three hooves away from the wonderbolt. “Oh, don’t you wonder about that, I have a few tricks up my saddlebags.” She gave a wry grin and bounced giddily. “So, are you going to try it out? I made it myself, especially for you…” The bluish mare waggled her eyebrows in unison and tonguesmirked.

Soarin happily obliged and began munching down on the pie with glee; it was plump, juicy and tasted of kumquat. It took the stallion ten seconds flat to devour it the entire confection. He started feeling lightheaded as he was licking up the last drops syrupy juice and crumbs of flaky crust. “Woah… I think I ate that pie a tad bit too fast heh…” The Wonderbolt swayed a little and shook his head a few times.

The blue mare steadied him with a hoof and smiled. “Oh, I’m sure you just need a little fresh air. Come, I’ll walk you out. I got another… ‘pie’ ready for you. I just know you’re going to love it. It’s also… ‘prepared’ just for you dear…”
Soarin wondered a bit why she seemed to emphasize some of the words, but he did really need some fresh air. When had the room had started to sway? No, wait… that was just him.

He wobbled unsteadily to the side before he steadied himself again. “R-right, I think I do need some air, air sound like a good idea.” The wonderbolt made his way towards the exit, but would have bumbled into other ponies or collided with tables several times if it weren’t for the other pegasus supporting his weight.

“Um, excuse me sir," a vaguely tomboyish voice asked worriedly. "but are you all right?”

Soarin turned around with a woozy look on his face to discover the pink unicorn mare from before. “You don’t look so well," she continued. "Would you like me to give you a checkup? I am a doctor.”

He contemplated the offer when the mare next to him interjected. “Don’t worry, I think he just needs some air and he’ll be fine.”

The unicorn looked at the disoriented stallion, then at the pegasus next to him. “Well… alright, but do come to me if it doesn’t get better.”

“Oh, trust me… things will get better, much better…”
The fan mare rubbed her hooves together and somehow looked generally suspicious.

The pink mare raised one of her eyebrows and looked at her skeptically. “Ooookay… if you say so. But please do look me up if you’re not feeling better after some air”

Soarin looked towards her and gave a confident, but woozy smirk. “Thanks, I’ll make sure to do that miss…”

“Dewflower.”

“Yeah, Dewflower, thanks. But I should really get going outside, my head feels really clouded...”

The pink unicorn nodded and turned around, walking back towards her two friends, occasionally glancing back towards the wobbly wonderbolt seeming concerned.

Soarin finally managed to get out in the open and took a deep breath. This seemed to help a little judging by his composure. “Goddess… my head aches profusely… was there anything extra in that pie?”

The mare gave a wry grin and kept leading him from the building. Soarin just now noticed he was being led into a dark alley. How did he get here? More importantly: Why are they here? Or, where is here? “Um… excuse me, but why are we here?”

Soarin found himself shoved to the side, then something moist and soft pressed against his lips. He groggily shot his eyes wide open to find a pair of half-closed magenta eyes gazing dreamily at him. The Wonderbolt pulled back, startled, but in doing so, lost his hoofing and tumbled onto his back.

The mare was quick on her hooves and leaped after him, pouncing on top the light blue buck with vigorous excitement. She immediately darted down for another kiss, pressing her lips against the other pegasus, stroking one of her hooves through the back of his mane before breaking the embrace, leaning towards his ear and whispering into it. “Ooh.. Soarin… We are going to have so much fun together, my love. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. It took me ages to prepare the right amount of drugs for your pie. Not too much, not too little. Just enough for my little hubby to be cooperative enough. I doubt you would deny my love, but you can never be too sure, and I’m sorry my love, but I’ve waited far too long for this moment to risk anything going wrong.”

Soarin tried to pull free from the embrace. But found his strength draining, leaving him weak and dizzy. The pegasus could still feel everything however. If anything, he felt more now then normally. Whatever she had used was potent and carefully mixed. The pale blue pegasi didn’t know much about most things, but he could safely ensure that this was bad. He was unable to move, and this strange, creepy mare was busy slobbering against his lips in a very inadequate attempt for a… romantic kiss?

Wait, he could still move his whole head freely. Whatever was in that pie? And, what did she want with him?

The Wonderbolt didn’t have to wait for long before the mare pulled back panting heavily, visibly shivering as she gazed dreamily into his green eyes.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment my dear... it’s a dream finally come true!”

The other pegasus stood back up and turned around, giving him a glimpse of her cutie mark: A shining sun behind a cloud, before he was exposed too her glistening pride. He didn’t have much time to argue before the light purple mare pressed her goods down onto his muzzle, letting out a soft moan and shuddering. Slowly, she began to rub her marehood against Soarin’s muzzle, spreading her lubricant over his face in a thin coat while cooing softly. Her wings flared to their full width as she ground her vulva against the flabbergasted colt.

“Mmm, Soarin!" the excited mare cried. "Come on, eat my ‘pie’ my hubby. It’s wet and swollen, just for you.”

The pale blue stallion looked at the purplish piece of mare meat in front of him, just staring at it in stunned awe. It was more than half as much larger than any he’d seen before… well, he pretty much only had seen Spitfire’s up close in the locker rooms, it hadn’t been aroused at the time, but did that really do that much?

Soarin was pulled from his train of thought as the mare humped against his muzzle.
“Um, hello? Equestria to Soarin?" the fan mare asked, sounding both desperate and lustful, (neither was good in his ears) pressing herself harder and harder against his lips with each sentance. "You’re not helping me deal with my hard-on here, quite the opposite actually… or oh! Did you want me to do you first? That was a bit rude of me not to ask. But um, I’m kind of warmed up and good to go so… would you mind? I’d really appreciate it hun.”

“B-but I don’t eve-“ the paralyzed stallion managed stammer out between face fulls of her swollen lips.

“Oh, think nothing off it." she replied, smearing her self against his nose and making his head swim from a mix of asphixiaton and the heady sent of mare lust. "You can thank me later for this love. Just eat me out, it doesn’t have to be fancy or anything, just dig in like you’ve done with all the other fillies! Mmm… just thinking about all the mares you must have pleased gets me going even more…”

The mare pushed her flank down a bit further, pressing her lips against his. As soon as his snout was uncovered he sucked in a deep breath, pulling some of her juices into his sciences and causing a warm, almost fuzzy burn all the way down his throat. The Wonderbolt tried to pull away, meekly struggling back. After several more fruitless administration with her nethers, the pegasi mare suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.

“Do… do you find me unattractive?" the pale purple pony asked, sounding as if he had just struck her. "Not sexy enough? Is that why you don’t want me?” She pulled her hindquarters up enough to turn her head around and look into his eyes. There were tears welling up and her face was distorted in an attempt not to cry. “Is that what it’s all about? … or maybe you’re with some other Wonderbolt mare? Perhaps it was silly of me to just assume you and Spitfire as the only example. That Surprise has quite a nice pair of flanks, and her wingspan…" She choked back a sob before fixing him with a determined glare. "But no matter, this IS going to happen," she continued, far more fiercely, wrapping her tail around the back of his head. "Whether you like it or not, love. But I recommend you to start liking it right now, or I will have to get the syringe out…”

The pale blue buck shied away from the light purple mare. Those eyes, those eyes man… and he certainly did not want to have any syringe involved… those long, pointy things… Soarin shivered and his eyes traveled back up to the pony posterior. It was almost like her lady bits just winked at him. Maybe they did, he was so disoriented that he just didn’t know anymore. She lowered her hindquarters once more, and they were soon pressed firmly over his muzzle. The pinned pegasus tentatively pressed his snout forwards into the curvy, moist cluster of flesh.

“Oh… yes," the mare squealed excitedly. "That’s it. Be a good boy and give me a good licking.” The purple pony cooed and ground her hips against the bucks face.

Soarin hesitated for a moment, then gingerly stuck his tongue out and gave a tentative lick. The pegasus seemed to shudder in delight as she bucked her hindquarters down lightly against his muzzle. After a couple more cautious licks, Soarin would best describe her flavor as… warm. Not as good as pie by any means, but at least it didn’t taste awful. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but it could be worse.

Then the mare started humping against his muzzle with a steady beat. Okay, it just got worse… she was smearing her juices all over the top of his muzzle as she swapped between grinding and pressing her goods down, all while whinnying giddily. The mare kept this up for a couple of minutes, and Soarin's maw and tongue were starting to get tired and the warm taste was getting rather sickening.

She suddenly sped up her pace, changing to face fuck him, pounding her marehood down over his upper jaw. The pale blue buck could feel her tense up as she sped up and thrusted harder against him. “Hah… oh honey!" she cried out in near bliss. "I’m going to... I’m going to…”

She pressed herself down onto his muzzle and began to quiver. The wonderbolt could feel the sloppery grip tighten and press against his nose, clenching hard around it. He winced and tried to recoil, feeling like he was drowning as she gushed over him. She spasmed, making all kinds of weird noises before she finally calmed down and rose back up. Her still twitching marehood made a soft squelching sound as it was reluctantly pulled off his face.

With the asphyxiating pressure finally released, the azure stallion sucked in a deep breath, taking care to only use his mouth.

“Ooh…" the violet flyer sighed. "That was good dear, but not quite lovely. Either you are holding back on me, or I might have mixed up the teal leafs with the azure in that concoction… Ah well, we have plenty of time my love."

Soarin was exhausted and his body still felt dead to him. He could do little else but lay there and continue to gasp and pant, his muzzle, now soaked with mare moisture.

The purple mare sighed and settled her haunches on either side of Soarin's neck, causing her still twitching, lower lips to press against his throat. She slid her front hooves out from under her, slowly settling over the paralyzed buck's body. She cooed as every gulp of air the Wonderbolt forced down his esophagus caused him to vibrate against her nethers. She finally rested her head next to his semi erect phallus, inhaling deeply and letting out a stuttering sigh.

"Do-Don't," the champion flier stammered out through his numb mouth. He tried to lift his head and immediately regretted it as his nose pressed under her tail.

"Oh my!" the blond mare exclaimed, jolting her head straight up. "That's sweet honey, but don't worry about it. Just let me take care of you. Besides, that’s a bit too frisky for me dear."

She gripped his shaft in her fetlock and pressed him against her face. The mare ran her soft cheek up and down his length. The blue maned buck quivered as the mares soft coat made him reluctantly reach his full length. She ran her nose all the way up to his tip. "Ohohoho, Soarin," she moaned, her lips brushing against his sensitive flesh. "Let me taste you."

Before the stallion could protest she opened her mouth and enveloped half his penis with her first bob. His breath caught in his throat as he twitched from the mare's tongue dancing around his shaft as she bobbed up and down, taking more and more of him in each time. Soarin could feel the pressure build rapidly between his thighs as the mare surged all the way down, swallowing his entire cock and pressing her snout into his balls.

"I-I'm," the Wonderbolt gasped, quickly losing control to the rapid contractions of the manic mare's throat. He was on the cusp of climax when she completely pulled herself off.

"Aah," she gasped, leaning her head back and looking him in the eye through her tussled, blond mane. "That was close. I'd hate to waste all those baby Sorins." She licked up a drop of precum that dribbled from his tip, causing him to throb painfully. "But you just taste so good."

She slid her haunches down his chest leaving a trail of mare juice in her wake that he couldn't help but liken to a snail trail. The stallion let out an unintelligible groan of protest as she dragged her chest across him. Her coat tickled against his phallus as she shifted herself forward, not enough to make him cum, but enough to remind him of just how painfully close he was.

“Shhh.. just relax… you’re going to enjoy this, don’t ruin my fantasy here love," she instructed, coming to rest on his stomach. "We are going to have the bestest time together, and we will love it!” Soarin struggled helplessly underneath the mare as she impatiently rubbed her hindquarters against his abdomen, waiting for him to calm down.

“P-p-please…" he begged, finally regaining enough feeling in his tongue to make himself understood. "Don’t do this, I-I’ve never… never…”

The mare stopped for a second, then broke into a huge smile. “Omigoshomigoshomigosh! This is even better than my fantasies! I will be the mare that pops the cherry, the mare that makes him into a real stallion! This explains the amateur oral before!” She began to squeal like a school filly, clopping her hooves together and humping against his body vigorously..

"I want my first time to be with a mare I love," the athlete buck continued to protest weakly, calming down enough to form coherent sentences.

“It’s so romantic that you saved yourself for me,” the psycho fan cooed, licking her lips. "You have said you love all your fans and I'm your biggest fan so you must love me the most." She rubbed her hooves in tight circles over the champion flyer's cutie marks. "I am going to make sure you have the bestest first time ever!"

She glanced back to the Wonderbolt's more relaxed member and beamed. “It’s not everyday a mare gets such an opportunity as this! I can still barely believe it myself. Just thinking about it gets me going...” She stood and turned around and wrapping her tail around Soarin's stallionhood. "I am going to make this perfect." She locked her eyes with his and smiled hungrily. He could feel her tail pressing his tip against her quivering, lower lips.

Soarin tried in vain to force his body to resist, but there was nothing he could do to dislodge his assailant; if anything, his feeble struggles only made her more excited. "Please, please, please..." he begged, unable to form full sentences through his panic.

"Don't worry, my love, I will make you enjoy this." Without another word she slid the terrified stallion inside her. "OH, SOARIN!" the purple mare screamed, slamming her hips all the way down to blue pegasus' base.

The champion flier gasped as the crazed fan bounced up and down on his waist. She took it. The lunatic had been right, he could have had any mare he wanted. He had saved himself for so long for somepony he loved and now he was being taken by some stranger in a back ally.

The violet mare slid down Soarin's body until she was lying on top of him. She ground her haunches in tight circles around his shaft. He could feel her quivering breath on his lips as she hovered her muzzle a hair's breadth from his own.

The fan mare cupped the Wonderbolt's face and locked her deep purple eyes on his. She forced her lips against his and forced her tongue between his teeth. Between her gyrating hips and aggressive kiss Soarin was actually starting to feel good. His own body's betrayal only made the whole experience that much worse.

Finally breaking her embrace, the mare resumed pistoning herself on his stallionhood. She bit her lower lip and leaned her head backwards, letting a tendril of drool roll down her chin.

Hng… p-please," the blue pegasus begged, feeling the pressure quickly building inside the mare. "Get off of me. I-I am going to…” Soarin grit his teeth and began to wriggle weakly as he was swiftly approaching orgasm.

The purple fan pony seemed to light up. “Really? That’s great!" She increased her pace, slamming her haunches into his thighs so hard it hurt. "Did I mention I am in heat? Oh, this is just working out so well for both of us!"

Soarin's eyes went wide. In heat?! “W-what? NO! PULL IT OUT! PULL IT OUT!” The blue maned pegasus trashed weakly, straining his numb muscles to their limit, but was still too weak to even move his head properly. He could only lie helplessly as she pounded away at him.

“Don’t be silly," she chuckled, grinding her hips into him and stroking his balls with her tail. "Why would we want do that? Waste precious Soarin seed? I suppose if I had the pleasure of drinking you, I would still have the chance to be blessed by some of your precum hun. But why risk wasting such a treat?”

He struggled pathetically as his entire body began to tense up, but it a losing battle. “P-please… I beg you, don’t do this, I-I don’t wa.. want to haaa-“ The Wonderbolt involuntary bucked his hips with what little strength he could muster, releasing several juts of his sperm inside her vagina as he shook from the ordeal.

“Yes!" the purple mare cried, throwing her head back and flapping her wings vigorously. "That’s a good boy! Cum inside me! Fill me with your seed! Let me be the mother of your wonderbaby!” The mare pumped her body up and down his shaft as she rode his orgasm through. Soarin only let out a whimper and squirmed underneath her.

She brought herself halfway up his member and began to rub her nethers with one hoof, gently bumping it against his shaft in the process. “Ooh.. just the mere thought of it is almost enough to make me… make me…” She started to grind atop his member, increased the speed of her rubbing and fluttered her wingtips across where their bodies met.

The fan mare assaulted his nethers with every appendage she had for half a minute. She began to buck her hips and pant in an increased pace. “Mmm… Soarin… I’m going to cum again." she moaned. "Golly you feel good inside of me my love.” The mare gave several quick humps and slamming down one last time. She arched her back and spasmed, moaning out his name as her inner walls clenched tightly around his stallionhood.

It was over. Thank Celestia, it was over.

Without warning, she lifted herself halfway up his shaft and spun around with a flap of her wings. The vice grip her inner muscles had on his sensitive flesh caused him to cry out in pain from the sharp twist. "No, no," he mumbled weakly. "It was over. It was over."

"Don't worry, my love," the purple mare assured him, planting her front hooves on the concrete between his legs. "I am far from done." She slammed her violet rump down on him with the force of all four of her legs and both her wings, making him wince.

The Wonderbolt's assailant road him for what felt like hours, crying out into the night and soaking the stallion's coat in her sweat and sex juices.

Soarin could only shiver as she came on top of him for the eighth time. This wasn’t anything he wanted. Why was she doing this? He wished she would just stop. As he reluctantly filled her for the fourth time his phials was rubbed raw and his head was pounding with every beat of his heart. His hips were sore from all her pounding and a bruise was steadily spreading across his pelvis. However, what was possibly even worse than all of that, was her constant attempts at intimacy, softly cooing on about her love and how she was going to raise their foal to be just like him.

“Oh love, that was amazing!" the light purple pegasi exclaimed and let out a nicker of relief. "I’ve really got into a mood now.” She wriggled on top of him and slowly pulled out. The mare gingerly slid off him and turned around, rubbing her mound against his face once more while cooing softly. “You ready for another round big boy?"

"No, no, no, no, no!" The Wonderbolt tried to protest through her soaked crotch. He blinked in horror as his nose was filled with a dizzying musk and he noticed sticky white gunk trickling out from the mare and down over his face.

Without further ado, the crazed mare pressed her hindquarters down over his muzzle, forcing him to taste her sex, along with copious amounts of his own seed.

What if she really did get pregnant?! What would happen? And who’d they believe? Strong, athletic Wonderbolt raped by small town mare? Yeah, that was totally the most plausible story. There was so much inside her, there was no way she wouldn't get pregnant. Soarin couldn’t help but reluctantly lick, nibble and suckle on the mares privates in a vain attempt to get as much of his seamen out of her as he could, quietly weeping the whole time.

He felt how the mare began to lick along his aching shaft. She was murmuring softly and moaning as he went on.

The pale blue buck wasn’t sure which taste he disliked more, his own or hers. The of salty and sickeningly sweet was almost nauseating. The athlete let out a yelp as the other pony unceremoniously stuffed her mouth full of his cock, taking in almost his full length in one go. He tensed up and whimpered. He might not want this, but she was very talented in what she did, being new to this whole scenario likely didn’t help either.

They had barely been going at it for two minutes when Soarin felt he couldn’t contain his orgasm any longer. He buried his muzzle into her snatch, muffling his strained whimpers as he involuntary bucked his hips upwards. The mare's response more suction, and a very rapidly swirling tongue around his tip. He released another load of his seed under great protest and through gritted teeth. It was really starting to hurt now, every beat of his heart was like a hammer in his head. The blond mare greedily swallowed the first jets, before pulling back and letting the last strand string across her face, rubbing her cheek against the tip to coat her face with the last trickling remnants of his ejaculation. All while moaning almost inaudibly.

The violet mare shivered on top of him, a large gob of sperm oozing out of her orifice and pooling atop his muzzle. She quickly let go of his stallionhood, got off his face and slid further down, making his sore member was squeezed inside of her once more. She humped up and down, whinnying with excitement.

She turned her head back to look him in his teary eyes, her face partially covered by some strands of his cum. “Isn’t this just so erotic dear? Oh, I do hope I managed to be impregnated! Can’t wait to take the test in a few weeks!” She giggled with glee, oblivious to the fact the stallion she calmed to love was quietly sobbing. “Oh boy, I never thought I’d be this excited thinking about peeing on a stick!”

The pale blue stallion couldn’t help but wonder what kind of delusion one would need to have to even think like this mare did. She joyfully pumped herself up and down on his chest, her breathing increasing gradually as the seconds ticked away. Her moans became more erratic and her thrusts more uncoordinated. She finally seemed to be close to being done. Which the Wonderbolt desperately hoped for. He wasn’t sure how much more of this treatment he could take. If this was what sex was like, he doubted he’d ever want to do it again.

The mare began to moan louder than usual. “Oohh... darling... I’m going to cum... get ready to be showered by my love for you...” Her speed increased, she slammed down hard into him, the light blue flier could feel how her reckless pounding was causing the pressure in his raw and chafed groin began to painfully rise again. The pegasus mare began to shake once more and be braced himself for whatever was coming.

"Ah... and now for the closing act..." She pulled herself off of his throbbing member and began to rub her clit with great vigor while backing up closer to his head. She cooed out a nicker of approval as several jets of warm fluid squirted out from her marehood, coating his face and chest. One strand of lubricant hit him square in the eye, making him wince and hiss. She sighed contentedly and got off him on somewhat wobbly legs. "Daw, look how cute you are covered in my juices. Perhaps we could do this more often? The look really suits you. I wish I had my camera with me, this would so have been framed." She giggled prancing off with a beaming smile and a satisfied look on her face. Her coat and body were covered with sweat.

Soarin didn't reply, he just weakly curled up and began to weep quietly. He was covered in her 'affection' and smelled of sex and sweat. He felt so weak, so dirty, so... so violated.

"Don't worry," she chimed over her shoulder as the mare continued to slowly strut away from the scene. "The drug will wear off in around an hour and you will get your strength back! Oh, I can't wait to tell my friends who I just nailed!"

He just laid there, weeping and shivering as a cool breeze swept across his coat. The places where his matted fur had begun to dry were particularly icy. The pegasus tried to move, but his limbs refused to obey him and he slumped back to the ground. He could still taste some of the sickly sweet substance on his tongue. Just thinking about it made him feel vile. He wanted to vomit, but couldn't bring himself to do so. There wasn't any strength left for it. Soarin just curled up further to keep warm.

The Wonderbolt had no idea how long he laid like that. Five? Ten? Fifteen minutes? All he knew was that he was cold, abused and lonely. He wanted to be home in his bed, or even the sleeping quarters with the other Bolts. And maybe some warm apple p-. He shuddered at the very thought of pie. He really hoped that crazy mare hadn't ruined his pie's for him. He really loved pie, it was one of his passions in life second only to flying.

Suddenly there was rustling behind him. His entire body froze and his blood ran cold.

Had she come back for another round?! Had she really went to get a camera? What if she actually brought her friends? He trembled and shut his eyes, preparing for the worst.

"Soarin?" a familiar mare's voice called out. "Is that you? What in the hay are you doing here? Are you having another of your impromptu naps? I thought we had been over this; ya gotta stop sleeping in alleys. I know you like the atmosphere, but really? But guess what? I scored! And it was awesome. However, something I found adorable and that made me laugh was that almost as soon as we were at the bed I got her first orgasm off in ten seconds fl-"

Spitfire's voice died in her throat as she took in the dimly lit sight in front of her. She stumbled several hooves back and fell on her haunches. "S-Soarin?! Are you okay? What the hay happened? Can you talk? Do you hear me? Oh sweet Celestia, please be okay. Don't be dead, don't be dead!" The yellow mare was breathing rapidly, losing her normally coy and relaxed demeanor. She frantically scrambling onto her hooves as she rambled. She grasped his head between her hooves and stared intensely at his still form.

Slowly, his eyes cracked open. Puffy and bloodshot from crying. He looked at her pleadingly, yet there was something hollow about his gaze.

"Soarin... what happened to you?" Spitfire asked, her voice catching in her throat.

The azure stallion looked away and let out a loud sob. Spitfire grit her teeth and flared her nostrils. She began looking him over more carefully this time, stopping at several places. She moved her hoof over the top of his forehead repeatedly before pulling it back, moving it up her own muzzle tentatively sniffing at it then giving it a careful lick.

Her eyes widened with realization. She turned back to stare deeply into his eyes, her own burning with rage. "Soarin... where you...?" He just nodded weakly. The yellow mare took several deep breaths. "Tell me... just tell me who it was... and I will personally make sure she is PERMANENTLY made unable to do this again.

Soarin sniffled and wiped his nose with much visible strain, then shook his head, looking away. The yellow pegasus grasped Soarin by his muzzle and stared into his eyes with fury. "TELL ME!" she growled viciously. All she achieved was a fresh wave of sobs to wrack Soarin's body.

Spitfire immediately let go of his head, gasping at her own actions. "I-I am sorry. I didn't mean to shout, I just... do you want to talk about it? Is there anything I can do for you? Can you stand up?" He hesitated, then shook his head, nodded, and then shook his head again. Spitfire leaned closer and smiled weakly. "Yes?"

He weakly wrapped his front hooves around her neck and shook lightly, burrowing his muzzle against hers. He let out a hiccup as he pressed close. His fellow Wonderbolt flinched from the pungent odor and sliminess of her teammate, but returned the embrace. She stroked his mane and softly whispered in his ear. "There, there, everything will be alright. I am here now. Nopony will hurt you... schh... just let it all go... I'm here for you..."

The two stayed like that for several minutes, just embracing each other. The fiery maned pegasus whispering words of comfort, telling the light blue stallion that everything would be okay. Things would be okay. Tomorrow would be a better day.

Tempest

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.

Derecho

With a clean buck to the chest, Spitfire sent the mare spinning, droplets of scarlet stained her yellow fur as she watched the rotund pegasus cringe in pain. "YOU IMMORAL PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A PONY!" The wonderbolt followed up swiftly as the mare hit the ground, struggling on her back, the athlete saw an opening, and exposed weak spot. She closed in and raised her hoof, ready to drop-kick the vulnerable nerve cluster, then stopped herself briefly, then delivered a kick to the side of it, eliciting a cry of agony, albeit much lower than if she had hit her target.

"No... I won't sink to your fucking level... I still have dignity. You're not better than that stallion around twenty years ago that..." She flared her nostril and gave a kick to the other flank of the mare. "Be a mare; Grow some fucking vagina... those things can take a pounding... not resorting to underhoofed methods like you've done..." Spitfire took to the air, getting ready to deliver a elbow drop, but briefly before she was able to connect to the other mare, a cyan-ish blur intercepted her, taking the blunt of the blow as they both tumbled to the side. Spitfire, being first to regain her composure, snarled in frustration. "Dash? What the hay are y-" Her eyes grew wide as she noticed whom she was laying atop off.

"S-Soarin? What are you?" The blue buck coughed up some blood and shivered, his entire body still seeming very weak. He turned to look her in the face. "S-Spitfire... stop... please... I beg you..." Confused, the mare retorted. "Why? She's a bad pony Soarin! I just want to have her suffer a bit before we turn her in." Her fellow pegasus trembled, then shook his head. "No... you can hurt... the foal..." his yellow friend flared her nostrils. "It's a rape-foal, Soarin, you don't owe it anything." Taking a deep breath, the pale blue stallion fixed her with a stern glare. "Neither do I have a spite with them... they can't help what their mother did. Who are you to punish them for something they are a result of, not part of?" Soarin gave a sniffle. "I know I likely won't be able to look at them without being remembered of... it. But ruining, or even possibly taking their life this far in is just..." the stallions next words got interrupted by a coughing fit.

The yellow pegasus simply got up, walked over to the squirming mare and loomed over her and bluntly stated. "If it wasn't for the fact that giving you what you deserve would endanger an innocent life, I would gladly have given you the same treatment as that stallion got... with some minor adjustments for anatomy... just so you know... though, I can give you a promise that I WILL do that if you don't take proper care of that filly... do I make myself clear?" The mare just glared at her, seeming to contemplate her actions as Dash strode up next to them. "Um, Spitfire?" Catching the other mares attention, the flier resumed her speech; "Won't she get sent to jail for like... a long time? These are serious crimes she's committed. I think Soarin will have to be a single father once the foal's out..."

Kicker groaned and tried to get up, but stilled seemed disoriented from the prior blows. "No... you can't take my baby! We belong together, why can't you see that? We're a prefect family!" Spitfire shook her head and sighed. "I'm sure you can get some professional help in prison. If Soarin can muster it, I'm sure he'll even come visit with the foal once it grows up a little. Not that you deserve it, but Soarin is a good pony. Wish I could say the same about you..." The wonderbolt flared her nostrils and glared at the mare with malice.

The pale purple pegasus curled up a little on the ground, gritting her teeth. "Why? Why did you two have to come and ruin everything? I had it all planned out... are you happy now? Thanks to you, they're going to take my daughter away from me, and my Soarin..." A sudden grin spread across her face. "Yes... yeeess... how could I forget?" She managed to stand up with a smirk, swaying slightly. "You're going to give me those pictures back, and let me go... otherwise two little colts won't be making it home for dinner today..."

Dash flared her wings and snorted. "You're bluffing! If you'd had that trump card, you wouldn't have freaked out that much before." A flopping noise could be heard once more, causing the cyan mare to turn around to the bouncing orange filly next to her. With a quirked brow, the used a wing to tug off the gag. "Thank you Rainbow Dash! You're so awesome! I knew you'd save me!" Quirking her brow further, the mare tilted her head questioningly, upon which Scootaloo seemed to realized what she was doing. "Oh, uh, she's not bluffing sis. She kidnapped me, Rumble, Pipsqueak and ..." Seeming to blank out, the filly lied there for several seconds. "Uhm... I forgot their name." The filly gave a bashful grin and fluttered her wings.

The yellow pegasus flared her nostrils. "Well then... it seems like we are at a temporary stalemate..." Cloud Kicker grinned triumphantly, having regained the upper hoof. "I will tell her she doesn't have a mother." All three mares froze up and glanced towards the location of the voice. Soarin stood shakily on his legs, seeming to have regained enough control of his body to move. "You heard me. If you are willing to both abuse, and endanger children for your own sake, I don't see you as a good enough pony to consider a parent. Sure, almost anypony can make a foal, but that doesn't make them a parent in it's own, only biologically. And from all you've shown me so far, I really don't want my daughter to know whom her mother was... if anything, I'd rather tell her she's Spitfire's..." Said mare perked her ears notably and stood at attention and stared intensely at him.

Kicker in the other hoof, just stared blankly at Soarin, looking as her heart had just been torn out and stomped on, repeatedly. "You... you would rather lie to your daughter about her mother, than tell her the truth?" The mare quickly lost her facade, her expression drooping rapidly. The stallion glared back at her with a flat expression. "If this is who you want to be; Yes." The mare slumped notably in her posture, the words seeming to tear at her worse than any blade could at her skin. Fighting back tears, she spoke in a low voice; "They're in the backroom of the club..." Dash made a peculiar noise of surprise. "Bwhawa? No way! Ponies would notice that! It's in the middle of town!" The mare gave a bemused snort. "Oh really? Ever been there?" Rainbow opened her mouth to speak, then thought for a few seconds, then closed her mouth and glanced to the side. "That's what I thought... nopony ever goes there, it's just a room that 'is'. At most, it's where mares go to get sucked off or something while at the club. I locked the door though, so don't worry about that."

Soarin gave a weak smile. "Thank you... I'll be sure to visit you. But please... talk to somepony while you're in jail. You need help... they might can give you shortened sentence, then we could take turns to have our daughter." Kicked sighed deeply. "Perhaps you're right...do you think we could ever be a real family?" The stallion shifted his weight and seemed to contemplate while the other two mares looked at her with scorn. "I'm not sure if I can ever get over what you've done to me..." She started to lower her head in defeat. "But..." Her head snapped back up immediately as he uttered those words, the other two pegasi following suit. "Who knows? One can never be too certain... maybe one day I will be able to forgive you. But I can tell you right now, it won't be today, it won't be tomorrow. But it could happen. It would rest mostly on your shoulders to make that happen however. I'm afraid this is a wound that time won't heal on it's own... it will need help, and you're the one that needs to invest time in that... just understand that I will need some time alone to think for now... this goes for all of you." The pegasi stood gathered close to each other, none really sure what to do. But all of them could agree on that from this day forth, nothing would be the same again. If it would be for the better or worse, only time would tell.

Author's Note

The "good" ending.

Windfall

Both Wonderbolts shot forward, intercepting Kicker before she had time to properly react, managing a clean take-down, pinning her onto her back. "Gotcha!" Dash exclaimed triumphantly, flaring her wings to their full glory. Spitfire smirked bemusedly at the display. "Full control over your courting reflexes was it?" The cyan mare flushed lightly and quickly folded her wings, giving a light cough. "Well, ahem... that was just the wind..." The yellow pegasus let out a gigglesnort and pressed the pale purple mare down further. "Anyhow, we finally got the fucker..." Her tone shifting drastically, Spitfire pressed a hoof down onto the throat of the pony beneath her. "Not so fun anymore when the winds have turned, now is it?"

The chubby mare squirmed under her captors, trying to break free. "Hun, help me!" She looked towards Soarin hopefully and struggled to get up. The lead wonderbolt gave a deadpan and struck the mare lightly, but enough to feel across the cheek. "Don't you get it? He won't help you. And one of the minor reasons for that is due to the fact that you PARALYZED him. But even if he could move, why would he want to save your sorry flank? After all you've done to him? After what you put him through? He was a wreck the first few weeks. Had nightmares. I mean, for Luna's sake, he even... had accidents in bed so to say... if you ask me, he was really slow on getting over it. but that's just who he is, a bit extra fragile, not to mention gullible. But you wouldn't know that would you? Part of him died that day... oh, if you know how much I've looked forward to this day... you took the innocence from one of the sweetest ponies I knew, and for that, I will make you pay..."

The pregnant pegasus pony flapped her wings helplessly as Spitfire cracked her neck and began to grin deviously. "Wait!" Kicker squeaked. "What about the baby?" Without moving, the yellow mare bared her grinning teeth. "Oh, don't worry, the chance for miscarriage is minimal, while the chance for pain is optimal. I have to admit, I've really craved to rape you back... but both me and Dash don't want to sink to your level, even if it would have been fun to Neighfel-tower you... we're better than that" Having heard the whole thing, Soarin felt a dull pain in his chest. While it hurt to know his friend had planned to rape his rapist, part of him said it would only be fair, but that part was a very small portion. A much bigger part questioned if revenged would even lead to anything. Would it really make him feel better? And if anypony, shouldn't he be doing it?

"You know what I'll enjoy even more than beating your sorry ass? Knowing that you'll have to spend several years in prison, your foal torn away from your evil, undeserving clutches. Living a much better life at a foster family." The mare trashed as she was pinned down. "THAT'S NOT TRUE! YOU CAN'T TAKE MY BABY!" Spitfire's grin just grew wider. "Oh, we can, and we will... I can make sure you'll never even get to see how they look... having a foal is a privilege, not a toy. And you certainly are unfit for being a parent. So, if I were you, I'd cherish the fact you even managed to reproduce... you'll never get even half as close as you are with that foal ever again." Despite it was futile, the mare struggled even more vigorously the more the yellow mare spoke.

The rainbow maned mare looked hesitantly at her partner. "Umh... you sure you're not going to far here Spits?" The other mare just stared at her flatly. "You ARE aware she sexually abused two minors and raped my best friend, right? One of which is your sister in law..." Dash seemed to think for a few seconds, glancing over to where her marefriends was looking, seeing the orange filly in question, tied up and looking expectantly at her. "... okay, skip what I said, this pony deserve more that what you've said... you know Kicker, while the guards make it seem like rape never happens in prisons, let me tell you that it does... and it's mainly foalfiddlers that are on the receiving end, usually in the form of being gangbanged..." The cyan mare gave a swift kick to the ribs of the grounded pegasus.

"Think I've heard that too hun, some guards even join in on it. It's not exactly something ponies look past easily you know..." Spitfire stomped on one of the wings, making the mare wince. "Stop!" Both Wonderbolts froze in their tracks as self-proclaimed vigilantes'. Turned to see Soarin with a worried look on his face. "Something the matter Soarin? You want to wait until you can join too? Or is it that we're doing it in front of the foals? ... uh, don't worry, we had plans to letting them go just as soon as we are done here..." The stallion shook his head. "No... I'd like for you to stop... I don't want to prosecute her."

Both of the standing mares dropped their jaws faster than either of them could wink, exclaiming in unison: "WHAT?" Spitfire quickly resumed with a tirade of questions: "Did you hit your noggin? Did she drug you? Soarin, I know you can be quite an air head at times, but what in tartarus would make you say such a stupid thing?" The pale blue pegasus let out a deep sigh. "Look... I just don't want want her to lose her foal... I know it's a rape child, but she's still my daughter, and I want her the best. I didn't like the thought of her being taken from me, so I can't even compare that to how she must feel, especially as she'll carry her for eleven months... look, I know this must sound stupid, even for me... but I just want my little girl to have happy life. And if that means me giving up on this revenge, then so be it... you told me to get over my rape, and well... I have. I've realized that now. It's more important that I make my daughter happy, then pursue some personal vendetta."

Spitfire clopped a hoof to her forehead. Soarin, seriously... you can't be serious... your daughter would be much better off at a foster family, she'd never even know she's adopted... or heck, you could keep her yourself! If you want to, we can say Dash is the mother." Said pegasus flared her wings in surprise and looked at them both in confusion. "What? Why me? You're closer to Soarin than I am." The yellow flier gave a slight smile, still conflicted by what she was hearing. "Hun, we both know you're the mare of us with the biggest equipment for that job. It could even hurt a little for me if I did it. Besides, you have great genes." Dash tried to think of a reply, but all she could do was blush in return.

Kicker had stopped kicking and only listened, trying to get a view of her hero. "Oh, I knew it hunny! You do love me! See? I told you crazy ponies this from the start! He only needed a little help realizing it. We all know he's a little slow to get started." With a snort, the blueish mare gave a kick to the side of the mare, eliciting a squeak. "Just... just shut up... we'll hopefully manage to talk some sense into him... he's not thinking clearly... he can't be... you drugged him, didn't you?" Soarin shook his head, having regained enough control over his body to do so in a normal pace. "No... I mean it Rainbow... it just seems clear to me... I think I just really overreacted from the start... I think I can understand what she meant now... and actually... I'm looking forward to having a foal... it feels like something I've missed in my life, the thing I just couldn't seem to find when I was a Wonderbolt... I always felt like I could have something more, like I was missing something... and this... this just feels right... I won't let you take her away from me and her foal, it's just inequine to tear a mother from their child."

"But Soarin! She raped you! You've been afraid of her ever since that night! Not to mention, she just abused these underage ponies!" He let out a sigh. "I know... that is my fault... I should have gotten out of my depression sooner like you told me to, seeked her up to talk about it. All this could have been avoided if I'd just taken some more precaution." With stiff steps, he slowly walked towards them as both mares looked at him in disbelief. "It's alright... my place is here, I belong next to her, we're gonna raise a daughter together after all... and don't worry, I'll try and explain this to the children. It's my fault they got involved in the first place. Please don't involve the guards in this... you'll only make it complicated for us, I won't witness against." He softly stroked Kicker's belly, looking between his friends as they tried to come up with something to say. Spitfire bit her lower lip. "No... this can't be... Soarin! Please... snap out of it! This is crazy talk! You don't even like her!" But the stallion shook his head and gave a soft smile. "Don't worry... I'll grow into it, I'm sure of it. It can't be much harder than learning to like anything else. I mean hey, I learned to like Fleetfoot's cooking, didn't I? I'm sure we'll work something out along the way." He let out a light chuckle. "Heh... I have to say... I never really expected I'd look forward to being a father... or that I'd be one as a whole"

Tears began to well up in the yellow mare's eyes as she watched her best friend slip from between her hooves. "Soarin... no... don't let her win... it can't end like this..."

Author's Note

~The "bittersweet" ending.

Supercell

The mare reeled back and hissed her right wing sprained beyond use from the blow, she looked at the two mares closing in on her. "Give it up Kicker! There's no way but down from here..." Spitfire spoke, malice in her voice. "Yeah! Just surrender, and I won't have to kick your flank. And as much as I'd enjoy that, I wouldn't want to hurt your foal, even if you aren't worthy to carry one... just give it up, you can't have Soarin!" Dash's words seem to cut deep on the mare as her eyes darted between the two offenders.

Flaring her nostrils, she suddenly gave a crooked grin. "You know what... you're right!" Cloud Kicker gave a twitch with her head and leaped forwards towards the cyan mare, Spitfire bolted in the way, but something neither wonderbolts was prepared for occurred; The momentum she other mare had, was utterly shifted as she used a wing to alter her direction, rolling along the floor, using her weight to gain enough speed to tumble past the front pegasus, then, delivered a rolling kick against the yellow mare's family pride. With eyes bulging out, Spitfire yelped and fell forwards, clutching her nethers as a searing pain shot through them. Dash, witnessing the event unfurl, cried out; "Hot pocket! No!".

Quickly regaining her posture, the blue mare snarled with even more vicious hatred as her eyes bore into Kicker, the cyan pony got into an attack position, only thing that kept her from wildly lashing out was that she shielded her writhing marefriend from further harm. "You motherbucker... I knew you were scum, but seriously? You do NOT kick a mare in the jewels! Even cutpurses don't sink that low!" A sly smirk spread across the other mares muzzle as Spitfire whimpered on the ground. "Oh, don't worry... I don't discriminate. A few bucks that decided to get in my way got the same treatment." Rainbow narrowed her eyes and flared her nostrils. "Okay, that's it! You're dead!"

With a scream and a leap Dash burst forward, delivering a swift kick that the other mare tried to parry, but the sheer force of the pegasus blow cut clean through the hoof, connecting with the mares shoulder, sending her flying. Instead of a blue streak going after the tumbling mare, the wonderbolt halted in her track. "Ouch! The fuck stung me?" Holding her hoof up, she saw traces of blood, and a broken piece of a syringe sticking out of her fetlock, and soon heard a mad cackle, interrupted by a mare coughing blood, to then be resumed again.

Dash didn't have time to think it over as all her limbs suddenly went as limp as Twilight seeing a waterlogged book. The perplexed pegasus fell to the cloud on her back, feeling a familiar sensation filling her rear region, accompanied by a rush of blood to her cheeks when she realized what was happening. A certain orange filly in the process of rooting for her hero, suddenly also flushed beet red as she realized that it suddenly wasn't only her idols hoof that was hard...

Still writhing in pain from the low blow, Spitfire groaned, trying to find out if anything was ruptured as she slowly tried to crawl onto her hooves. "Ngh... what in tartarus did you do now you maniac? I swear, if you hurt my mare, there will be hay to pay..." Kicker dragged herself over to where Soarin lay, spitting out a wad of blood. "Oh... don't worry, that'll wear off shortly... it all will..." Managing to steady herself, Spitfire stood up with a throbbing pain in her rear. "What are you talking about?"

An unsettling grin spread across Kicker's face, her contracting pupils made Spitfire more than just uneasy. "Easy... if I can't have him..." She raised her hooves up high. "NOPONY CAN!" The wonderbolts eyes dilated as she realized what was happening. The world crawled to a halt as she watched in ultrarapid as she clouds began to dissipate before her eyes. The blow was enough to tear through a large portion of the cloudhouse, the blood in her veins froze as she watched as the sky began to envelop the ponies previously occupying the cloud that had been in it's place.

Hyperventilation rapidly built up, her world was in a total chaos. Two of her closest friends cried out her name as they began to fall towards the ground bellow them. The burning pain in her loins was greatly dampened as her veins filled with adrenaline, but it didn't help as the panic surged throughout her very being. And as if just to mock her, the last piece of cloud to vanish into a puff of nothingness, was the one the foals laid on, bound and gagged. As she watched them plummet, she regained control of her body, grit her teeth and began to dive with a streak of fire blazing after her trail, tears began to seep through her ducts as she came to the realization of a question... How many ponies in the air? Five. How many could she carry simultaneously? Perhaps three, but that was assuming they could hold on, and was of average size. And how many could she catch up with before they reached the ground? ... only Celestia knew...

Author's Note

~The "bad" ending.

Aftermath

Tomorrow came and tomorow went. Then a week. Then a month. And another. After nearly a year Soarin found himself rolling out of bed at the crack of noon, woken by a knock on the door of his cloud home.

He slowly walked past his walls of old trophies and Wonderbolt suit. He had been forced to quit the team shortly after his ordeal. He just kept seeing the purple mare's face in every crowd and that distraction put everypony at risk. Rainbow Dash had taken his slot, but lamented how she got it every time she and Spitfire came over to visit.

It had taken him months of therapy, but he could finally fly in front of a crowd again. Unfortunately, after almost a year grounded he was too out of shape to rejoin. He would need to start at square one again, but his life was finally back on track again; even if he could no longer stomach pie.

The knock came again, louder this time. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" the ex-Wonderbolt yelled slightly irritably, opening his front door. "Hold your hor-"

Standing in his doorway was a light purple pegasus with a dual-blond mane and a very large belly. She broke into a huge grin. "It's a filly."