The Perilous Quest to Save Vinyl From Certain Demise

Trapped, and with no way to escape the manticore's grasp, you can feel your hope fading. Though you grunt with effort, trying hard to make it release you, the powerful muscles hold strong, restraining you better than the hardest steel ever could.

Held by your neck, your legs dangle against the wall. You kick out with your hooves, but you can only strike empty air. Grinding your teeth in effort, you glare at the manticore, angry at how helpless you are. if only you had wings to fly with, or a horn to cast spells, you feel like you could somehow get out of this. Unfortunately enough, you are just an earth pony, with nothing to fight with besides your own hooves.

With a roar, the monster brings up it's other front paw, and punches you in the face. With a grunt of pain, your face is suddenly filled with pain and forced to the side. Your anger drowns in a sea of new emotions now, the most prominent being fear, as you realize that this manticore is simply too powerful for you to handle. Turning your head back to face your assailant, your glare is much weaker now, merely a facade to hide your true feelings, which are slowly beginning to drive you insane.

The beast continues to hold you against the wall, growling at you, the mare who dared to say his prisoner had to be released. Within his animalistic, wild eyes, you can see his frustration and anger, but yet, also a strange sparkle of satisfaction from seeing you in his grasp, fallen to his mighty claws and fangs.

"Still think you can stand against me?" the manticore roared. "Still think you can make me let your friend go?"

As you continue to flail your legs about, trying to escape, but all in vain, his furious scowl slowly morphs into an evil grin, gloating in victory.

"Your friend is mine now, and I will do as I wish with her... and now, because of your insolence, you shall belong to me as well!"

A cry of despair sounds from nearby, and out of the corner of your vision, you see vinyl pushing against her own bindings, sparks flickering from her suppressed horn.

"No!" she shouts at the beast, "Don't do this! Not to Tavi!"

The manticore only laughs off her pleas, choosing instead to focus on you. Tightening his grip around your neck, he pulls his head in close to yours, his eyes glaring into your soul.

"You look like you'll be much more fun to keep anyway..."

Squinting your eyes in confusion, you wonder just what kind of torture he had planned for you, and why he hadn't yet tried to do anything worse than a single punch. Now that you think about it, you don't think he even gave you a black eye with that blow... was he holding back? Why?

The creature's eyes dance about, looking over your features again, now that he had you as a prisoner to his will. He raises his other paw up to your face again now, but this time, not to assault your figure. Instead you can only watch as he extends a single claw, and runs it though your mane, tracing it's flowing pattern. You can do nothing but look back, trying to hide your confusion behind the mask of a glare, as the claw moves back, tracing through the same pattern again, almost as if it were admiring it's beauty...

Vinyl looks at you with sheer panic in her eyes, though you can't tell just what she is so fearful of yet. She calls out your name, as if she knew that your life was about to end in a cruel, dramatic fashion.

Breathing out a long, putrid puff of air, the manticore grows tired of your mane rather quickly, and grabs onto the bottom of your muzzle, turning your head and forcing it to face him.

"Now, I shall claim you. Cease your struggling, or this day will be your last."

Every fiber of your being screams at you to continue your protests, to never give in, no matter what his beast might say. You didn't want to accept that you were beaten, that you could not escape.Vinyl was right before your eyes, and you were so close to saving her... until all this happened to you. You couldn't be beaten now, not when your marefriend lay watching...

But yet, the more rational side of your brain crushed your hopes. You knew that you couldn't accomplish anything by resisting anymore, nor could you deny this manticore whatever he wanted. You knew it would probably be much better for you to go along with him, to take whatever punishment he deemed appropriate. It was so hard for you to accept your defeat, but you knew you must, or else face the worse option to torture.

Slowly, you stopped your legs from kicking about, letting them rest, even as your speeding heartbeat never slowed for a minute, nor your fearful, frantic breathing.

You can see those sharpened fangs gleam in the dimmed light as they curve up into a smile, though not one to inspire joy and laughter.

"No! Not her!" Vinyl screams from behind bars, though she is even less in control of the situation than you are.

Laughing, the manticore flings you against the floor, placing you face to face with Vinyl as she struggled to reach through the bars of her cell, to offer her allegiance. It isn't long, however, before the manticore hovers above you, still grasping at your throat with a paw, threatening to crush it at any sign of resistance.

"Tavi, run! Don't let him..."

"Silence!" bellows the manticore, "Or you shall find yourself with no tongue to speak with!"

Reluctantly, Vinyl falls silent, gulping at the image of such torture befalling herself.

Vinyl... why are you acting so submissive? you think to yourself. It usually takes me screaming at you five times before I can get you to quiet down... and even then, not immediately. Just what has this beast done to you to make you so scared?

...And just what does he plan to do with me?

Unfortunately for you, it isn't long before you find the answer.

Pouncing on your vulnerable position, you feel the manticore's powerful legs force your front legs to buckle as he pushes down on your shoulders. Snarling into your ear, he places himself above you, ensuring there is no way for you to get away, nor any way to protect yourself from his oncoming assault.

Forced onto the hard, stone floor, you can see very little except the grey of the floor, and the barred cell in front of you, with Vinyl looking back at you, her expression showing you all the sympathy she could muster.

And then, you feel him pushing your hind legs apart, then lifting your tail...

Instantly, the doubts you felt in the back of your mind snap into clarity as you realize just what was about to happen.

Even after hearing the manticore's threats, and what fate should await if you frustrate him, you push against the ground with your front legs, and try with all your might to stand, hoping beyond all rationality that struggling might save you, but you manage to make no progress, and if anything, the manticore only pushes down on you harder to counter you.

If there was to be any punishment for your newfound protest, the beast did not deal it. In fact, it seemed as if your sudden realization and subsequent struggles only gave him more satisfaction with his power.

"You cannot escape your fate, my little pony..." he whispered, his massive jaws placing his fangs uncomfortably close to your fragile ears. "nor can you stop me from taking what is now mine!"

You feel one of his cold, sharp claws trace a path up the inside of your thighs, working it's way delicately through your fur. You shiver, feeling such an intimate gesture from something that isn't your loving marefriend. It feels so wrong, despite how much the simple touch affects your mind.

Slowly, lovingly even, the claw finds it's way upwards, before lifting off only inches away from your nether regions, which you knew were the ultimate goal to this teasing. Just as soon as it lifted away, you feel the same claw touch the inside of your other leg, rising just as painstakingly slow.

This time, however, the claw didn't fall away, but continued to work it's way towards your defenseless folds, which quivers slightly while the cold appendage suddenly makes it's way over the sensitive skin, eliciting strange, arousing thoughts in your head.

"You look so lovely when you're uncomfortable..." he whispers, a hint of a feline purr sounding in his throat while he draws his claw across your cunt, feeling you react to every touch by pushing harder against him, trying again and again to free yourself from his clutches. Your efforts, however, are all in vain, and you can do nothing to stop him, nor prevent him from making his next move.

Feeling him shift his weight you feel a heavy paw hold you down as he moves his head directly behind you, and you hear him sniff loudly, inhaling your scent. Obviously enjoying whatever he smelled, he then let the breath in a pleasured sigh.

"Absolutely delectable..." he whispers.

Unable to put off his desires, he then promptly moves in closer, extending his tongue for a slow, passionate lick over your private areas. His moist tongue is warm against your skin, drawing an ever so slight arousal from you, despite your protests.

Your struggles grow weaker and weaker as he goes in for another lick, the sensation making you gasp, with the occasional grunt sounding your dislike of the situation, though you cannot deny that your body is growing warmer, the gentle caresses of your delicate loins forcing arousal upon you.

And all the while, Vinyl watches your expression with a mixture of disgust, fear, and morbid understanding. Tears stream down her cheeks as she watches you writhe under the manticore, unable to do anything to prevent it, and forbidden from even speaking. You look up to her fro a moment, meeting her eyes with a pleading, desperate expression as your face is pushed into the stone floor, and your mind is a haze of unwanted feelings and terror.

Vinyl can only look back for a single moment, before she can't bring herself to continue, and she pointedly looks away, ashamed that she was the reason you came here, the reason you decided to fight the manticore, and the reason you were now being put through this torturous experience.

As you feel the tongue slide over your folds once more, you wail in despair, lamenting your cruel fate.

"P-please! S-stop it! I... I can't... agh!"

You stutter out your plea, the words broken as you struggle to both express your dislike of the situation and bear the assault on your sensitive nethers. You aren't sure if you can truly persuade this monster, or if such outbursts would only arouse him, but you would resort to anything, even begging, if it could stop these feelings from piercing your sanity and cease the passionate tongue from ravishing you.

It isn't long before you feel the intense heat between your legs grow, until it burned at you, bringing horrible thoughts into your mind, making your weak voice lose it's reason, falling into more guttural groans of mixed pleasure and distaste.

Just when your humility seemed like it couldn't grow any worse, you felt your slit grow moist with not only the manticore's saliva, but your own love juices. Ashamed that you could be brought to such arousal in such a horrible situation, you let your head hang low, your face blushing a deep red.

"Ah," The manticore sighed, giving one final lick before pulling back, giving you some much-needed rest from the stimulation. "Such delicious nectar from so lovely a flower... You are an extraordinary mare. I thank the gods above for bringing you to me, for giving me such a perfect new mate..."

You wish you could have cursed whatever gods this beast thanked, but you could do little more than pant for air as you felt your arousal, heat, and desire flashed through your body, not giving you any respite in the temporary absence of the pleasurable, warm tongue on your mound. You try to control your breathing, but you can't seem to calm yourself, especially since you knew this wasn't the end of your torment.

The manticore moved his body over yours once again, but in this awkward, vulnerable position, you could only see him in the dark patterns on the walls, as his large shadow joined with yours, becoming one large black shape. You felt his breath on the back of your neck, his golden lion's mane falling over your shoulders.

And as he fitted himself into his position atop your body, you felt his large, hardened member slide along your hindquarters, slipping between your legs so that it dangled just between your thighs.

The panic returned through the haze in your kind, emerging with new fervor as you feel the physical incarnation of his desire for you, the rod he planned to impale you with, his ultimate tool of torture that had no equal.

"P-please no!" You plead, squirming beneath the firm, muscular torso of a beast you could never defeat. "By Celestia, have mercy! Y-you can't d-do this! I'm b-begging you!"

Your only response is a sharp slap on your flank, the sound echoing through the tower as you cry out in pain a moment later.

"You no longer have a say in the matter!" The manticore snarls from behind you. "You belong to me now, and your defiance only earns you more punishment!"

Without another word, you feel his paws grab onto your midsection, pulling you back to his hips, letting his twitching, horrid erection slide along your underbelly, only adding emphasis to his words, and displaying the power he held over your tiny frame.

Pulling back, he allows his gruesome member to grind against your slit, covering the length with the moisture it still emanated. You let out a long, involuntary moan as your panting picks up again, the movement pushing you to an unforeseen dented state of terror.

Seconds later, you feel the giant rod finally fell far enough back that only the head still touched your aching lips, perfectly positioned so that the slightest movement of his hips could sent it plunging into the depths

For a long moment, he lets himself remain there, your heavy breathing the only audible sound in the tower. Vinyl sheds more tears and sniffles as she averts her gaze.

The manticore grunts, his own arousal now driving him to act on his unfulfilled desire. He leans down to whisper to you one last time.

"Now then, prepare yourself to feel my wrath, you impudent pony!"

With a guttural cry of animalistic fury, he pushes forward with all of his strength, his thick, hard length forcing it's way into your cunt, tearing apart any and all resistance in it's path.

As you feel the impact through your entire body, you scream in agony, feeling the hot meat enter your passage with such brutal force, you can't imagine how your hips withstood the blow. An avalanche of pain storms your brain, the pleasure from the gentle licks long gone. Your inner muscles tighten, struggling to contain the monster invading your abused pussy, though unable to rid you of the intrusion.

In a single moment, the entire length is shoved inside you, the dangling balls slapping hard against your rear as it firmly plants itself all the way in. Even when the motion ends, and the hot, throbbing rod is hilted into you, you continue your scream, unable to restrain your emotions.

"Nnnnngh..." The manticore moans in pleasure as he feels your walls squeeze his length, and coat it with juices. "So... Perfect... You truly must be... the one..."

However, his muttering is the least of your concerns. Through the haze setting over your thoughts, you pant and whimper as the member embedded in your snatch stretches you to your limits, forcing you to feel every inch of his passion.

For a long moment, he just holds himself inside, feeling your tight grip around his pride and joy. The only sounds in the tower are your frantic gasps for air, his low, animalistic grunts, and the sound of Vinyl sobbing from within her cell, crying as she witnesses your torture.

As you close your eyes tightly, wishing you were anywhere but here at this moment, you can't help but shed tears of your own.

Slowly, agonizingly, the thick member begins it's first retraction, sliding out of your inner folds with an obscene sloshing sound. You hold back a pained moan as you feel less and less full, though your insides still ache from the forced entry earlier.

"N-no... Please..." You whimper as you feel the tip of his member retreat to your entrance, but not leave. Staying lined up with your cunt, you can feel the purr in his throat grow into another pleasures roar as his muscles grow tense against yours.

A second later, another powerful thrust hits your frame from behind as he sinks back into your vice grip, forcing your insides to make room for him a second time.

"Aaaaagh!" You scream, the pain returning along with his phallus, stretching your vulnerable snatch more than you could imagine.

When his hips meet yours the second time, and he reaches the fullest extent of your depths, he stays for a much shorter time, only a moment passing before he pulls back for another thrust. The friction as he moves makes your hind legs shake, unable to support you for much longer as your pussy is strained and abused.

"Unngh..." He groans, too far lost in his own ecstasy to notice your flimsy protests when he pushes in again. "So good... So tight... Ahh... This is... so much better than... the white one..."

Pounding into you at a slow pace, he savors every moment of your defeat, taking great pride in his dominance over you.

And all the while, you feel your sensitive, moist cunt pushed to it's very limits. With every entry, your eyes roll back in your head, your mind reeling in the mixed feelings. With each hasty retreat, you groan hopelessly, knowing that the next motion would only make the pain begin anew.

As the motions grow quicker and quicker, the pain of each thrust blurs together with each retraction, your mind blurring the two into a single motion, bringing to you an endless feeling of agony.

Through the fog lacing your thoughts, you feel one of his paws grab the base of your tail, pulling on it to add even more force to each impact, when his flesh would slap against yours, making obscene noises when your wetness accepts his rod. As he tugs on your flowing, once beautiful hair, you feel yet another source of hurt in the sea of pain.

"Aagh! N-no! Ugh!" You wail as he continues his pounding, beyond any rational sense. "Kyaaah! N-not my... my... Nnnnngh... L-let me- Aaaah! Let m-me goooo~!"

All the while, his pace grows faster and faster, until he is wildly slamming his hips against your backside, grunting as he puts every effort into the motion. Your body shakes back and forth with him, unable to resist the sheer power he is using.

"Ooooh... yes..." he mutters, still caught up in his desire for satisfaction at your expense. "Scream for me... ugh... your cries cannot save you now..."

To your great shame, you cannot help but oblige, your throat growing dry as you vocalize your sorrow with pained shrieks.

If he keeps up at this pace, you'll...

You can't bear the thought for long before you realize it is already happening.

Despite the force, despite his anger, and despite your absolute loathing for this beast...

You can't help but feel the warmth in your loins, the moisture in your cunt, and the strange sensations from within your core, the undeniable proof that your body was enjoying this, that some primal instinct was bringing out your own desire for pleasure at the hands of this monster.

You hated yourself for it, but even as your face reddens in embarrassment, you hear yourself begin to moan out ever more with each thrust as your own body betrays you.

These moans only seem to encourage the beast ever more.

"Yes... Mmmmm..." He manages to speak between his own pleasured outbursts. "It can't be... denied..."

"You... are the one... that I shall take... as my mate..."

The mere thought of belonging to this manticore disgusts and terrifies you, but it isn't long before the thought leaves, interrupted by a particularly hard slam of his hips, embedding himself deep inside you.

The beast breathes roughly against the back of your neck, pausing the movement of his lower body for one moment. Close to his finish, he leans over your back, as if waiting for you to speak.

"P-please no..." you manage to whimper, your voice weak after so much screaming, the plea as empty and hopeless as you felt while you lay on the cold stone floor, gasping for air.

Between his deep breaths, the manticore above you lets out a light chuckle.

"You know not what blessing you are about to receive." He whispers, his voice tense with his pleasure. "If you had only come to me willingly, we could have shared this castle together... living in comfort for the rest of our lives..."

"But even if you choose to push me away..." he continues, "I shall make you mine..."

You glance up to see Vinyl looking back at you, her eyes wet with tears. She looks at you with pity, but can do nothing besides watch as you are broken in front of her, made into the slave of this horrid creature.

"Tavi..." she whispers under her breath.

"And now, with the same magic that my ancestors used to create a mixed child of lion and scorpion..." The beast whispers as he pulls out of you, the tip of his member already twitching, so close to it's climax.

"I give unto you my child!"

With that, The manticore rams back into you, and resumes his frantic pace, driving both himself and you towards your approaching climax. You cry out in pain and pleasure as you are pounded rapidly, the sensations growing stronger and stronger.

A voice in the back of your mind screams out for you to stop this, to escape by any means necessary, but unable to act on it, the echoing chorus screaming for your release dominates your thoughts, the heated feeling in between your legs growing stronger and stronger...

Just as you fel like you ar on the very edge of your finish, the waves of pleasure so close to wracking your body, you hear the manticore let out a fearsome roar.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The monster bellows, slamming into your pussy one last time as he pulls you against him, forcing himself as deep as possible.

The rod of meat inside you twitches and quivers, and then you feel the hot, warm sensation of his sperm flood into you, filling your insides. The first few spurts flood directly into your deepest crevices, but they fill quickly, and it isn't long before there it spills back along the length, and drips from your stretched entrance, thick white droplets streaming down your thighs.

As you feel the virile substance flow about inside you, you cry out, one moment in anguish, but the next, in ecstasy, as your own orgasm pulses through your body. You know you should hate the feeling of his semen inside of you, a sensation you never hoped to feel with any stallion you didn't love and trust. You know this moment should embody your despair and defeat at the hands of this manticore, and you know that you were betraying your marefriend by letting this brute bring you to a climax...

However, the amazing sensations you feel are driving your deeper, carnal desires wild, satisfying your body's need for the loving touch of another.

Your body spasms, your own juices joining with those of the beast inside you. Your mind hits the peak of it's emotional buildup, leaving you with nothing but a mountain of pleasurable feelings forcing their way to your unwilling thoughts.

And then, just as quickly as your orgasm comes, it fades away, leaving you exhausted, your body sore and weakened.

You lay underneath the manticore for some time, feeling him press against you while he deposits the last bits of his load into you. He groans out the last of his pleasure as his own peak leaves him, your overfilled, dripping cunt a testament to his purpose fulfilled.

As you lay there, his thick member still embedded deep inside your snatch, your vision goes fuzzy, and your head light. Your weak body falls limply away as he pulls out, making a small splash as your lower body lands in a puddle of mixed juices.

As your eyes shut, your entire wold fading to black, the last thing you can see is Vinyl, openly sobbing now that she had borne witness to such a twisted, vile act of love and hate.

I'm sorry, Vinyl... I couldn't save you... or even myself.

Forgive me...

When you awaken, you find yourself chained in one of the tower's cells, with Vinyl nowhere to be found. You remain there for hours, until the manticore returns, giving you stale bread and water for a meal.

Upon asking where Vinyl was, he laughs, telling you "Now that I've found the perfect mare to give birth to my heir, I had no more need for her. Under a magical oath, I made her swear to never tell any pony what she saw here, nor to ever return, then let her go back to her home. She is safe, but she will not be coming back for you."

You can only imagine how hard it is on Vinyl, knowing of your fate, but unable to do anything to change it. At least you know she's safe, however.

Weeks pass in you small cell, your only knowledge of the passing of time derived from the tiny skylight in the stone ceiling, and the beam of light it cast moving across the room. The manticore visits you bearing your meals twice a day, at morning and afternoon. While this might seem considerate, you still feared him, especially on nights where he chose to make a third visit to satisfy his base desires...

As time goes on, you can feel your belly beginning to swell, as your body begins to act strangely. Noticing this, you find your living quarters and food to improve at least somewhat, showing that he at least wanted you healthy enough to give birth to his child.

You know nothing about what manner of horrible creature grows inside of you, but as time passes, you can feel it's day to emerge grow closer and closer...

Though the manticore clearly loves you for who you are, and slowly, he gives you ever more freedom and trust, you are still his slave, and you know you will never be able to leave his side. You belong to him, and slowly, your will to resist fades and dissipates. Someday, you might even love your master back, and bear him a line of children willingly, raising a wild and happy family. Perhaps, in that life, you will find happiness...

But you will never see Vinyl or any part of pony society again.

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