The Perilous Quest to Save Vinyl From Certain Demise

The prince grins wildly, his eyes looking up and down your figure, clearly desiring something from you.

"Now, you are truly one of the best mares in canterlot, far beyond any Earth pony or pegasus. Your musical talent, natural beauty, and refined nature went to waste before, but now that you have the magic within, a horn to call your own, these qualities truly shine. Your face seems more beautiful with it's new ornament, your music shall grow more beautiful with magic to help it along, and everything about you is new and improved. No flaws remain to tarnish your image..."

Spouting more insults to your race, and your heritage, the prince acts like this is a genuine compliment, like you should be thanking him for the horn you now have. Tears flood your eyes, fueled by your sadness and anger as your immobilized body allows you to do nothing but continue to listen, and wait for whatever the prince will do to you.

Pacing in front of you like an excited child, the prince looks at you with satisfaction gleaming in his eyes, leaving no doubt that he prefers your new form, and regrets nothing of his decision. You glare back, trying to hold a straight face...

But what he says next is something that makes you shiver in terror and defeat.

"With so many good qualities in a mare, and no more earth pony blood to corrupt it, I must admit that I now find you very... enticing."

No, you think. After all he's done to me, he can't possibly think he can...

Blueblood moves his face close to yours, showing just how interested he is. Being this close to a prince, what some mares might dream of in their wildest fantasies, only repulses you, as you lean as far back as your bindings will allow, eyeing the prince with an expression you hope cones across as disapproving. You don't want the prince to have the satisfaction of seeing you panic, even after all of this...

The prince only smiles back at you, seeming to see through your facade.

"Yes... By making you a unicorn, I have truly made something beautiful. The world is all the better, now that I have made right the error of your birth race. For such noble actions, and for giving you such a splendid gift, I think I deserve a reward. Am I right, my dear?"

"Like Tartarus you do!" You answer, your voice dry and ungraceful as your head still throbs, still not used to the new appendage.

"What you have done is steal a pony's horn and ruin his life forever, all so you can humiliate a prisoner. Being a unicorn means nothing when it comes to beauty, and your 'gift' is most certainly not welcome!"

Blueblood's smile never falters as you speak, his eyes continuing to examine your features approvingly.

"Oh how misguided you are, miss Octavia! You may not understand my virtues, nor what I have given you, but never fear. I can show you what you're missing... What you really desire..."

Struggling against your bindings, you listen to the prince's words, hardly believing what is happening. He pulls his face close to yours, and all you can do is close your eyes, trying to block out what is yet to come.

As you shudder in disgust, Blueblood takes advantage of your bound position, licking his tongue across your cheek, leaving a trail of his saliva across the side of your face. His tongue feels rough against your skin, hardly a desirable feeling, but you cannot shy away from it, as much as you might want to.

Slowly, he works his way upwards, past your eyes, and towards your forehead, leaving his target easy to imagine. Daring to open your eyes for a moment, all you can see is the prince's exposed neck, as he presses himself against you. His body is warm, unlike the cold stone of the wall behind you, but you don't think you could ever get used to this. Being this close to him, so exposed and helpless, makes you very uncomfortable.

"Ah... I can't wait to begin..." Blueblood sighs, letting his desire control his actions. You try to shrink away from him, but so much is impossible now.

In the next moment, you feel the rough texture of the prince's tongue meet the hard surface of your new horn.

Your mind explodes with new sensations, as the magic appendage, more sensitive than you could have imagined, is stimulated. The collected magic energy within sends jolts of electricity to your brain, attacking your senses.

"S-stop this..." you mutter through gritted teeth. "I-I don't want..."

But Blueblood ignores your pleas. Another lick caresses the surface of your horn, then another and another, until it all blurs together in a single wave of pressure against your mind, constantly pushing you towards he edge of sanity.

Each stroke, each tiny movement of the prince's tongue makes your voice softly cry out, involuntarily betraying your reactions to Blueblood, who only quickened his pace in response. Be it a whimper, grunt, or moan, you just can't stop yourself. This alien feeling, deriving from an instrument of pleasure you were never meant to have, disgusts and humiliates you, but you cannot deny that is having a dramatic effect on your mindset.

"Do you feel it now?" Blueblood asks, pausing his assault briefly. "This horn... it is just as glorious as that of Canterlot's most elite. You should be proud of it, and embrace it as a part of yourself, a new improvement to your lovely figure."

No, you think, I can't believe him. This horn isn't mine, and certainly hasn't made me better in any way! If only I can escape from here, the princesses must know of some way to make this right again!

You feel his lips touch your horn, as he kisses it tenderly. The thought crosses your mind that the prince must truly be corrupt if he'd rather kiss this unfeeling new part of you than actually try to win you over, and perhaps someday earn a kiss in return. But whatever love the prince might want from you is now lost forever, as your heart fills with hate for this disgusting stallion.

Between gasps and whimpers, you curse his name under your breath, as he claims victory over you.

Then, you feel something new.

While the prince assaults your new horn with his unwanted love, and you squeal in the unwanted feelings, Blueblood himself has now begun to get excited.

You can feel his penis grow erect, as it presses against your stomach, heat radiating from it as it expands.

To be honest, you first expected it to be small, but as if to encourage the Prince's vanity, the phallus you feel against your skin is almost grotesquely large, despite not even reaching it's full size. Your coat of grey fur tickles the fleshy surface as it hardens, your breaths making it rise and fall with your chest.

His body, pressed up so close to yours, forces you to feel the touch of the ever-growing phallus, and know firsthand just how excited you were making the prince.

"Well, my dear? Have you been enlightened to your new status? Do you finally understand the gift that I, the most generous and noble prince of Equestria, have given you?"

You return Blueblood's smiling gaze with a glare, full of contempt and rage, though you are unable to hide the signs of just how terrified you are now.

"N-never!" you reply. "I'll never thank you for this torture, and you'll never be more to me than the twisted monster you truly are beneath that pampered facade!"

At this, Blueblood only laughs, dismissing your insult with a wave of his hoof.

"I see!" she chortles, "You aren't going to bend you will to me so easily, then. I suppose I might have been optimistic, thinking that horn might convince you so soon..."

His laughter fading away, you still feel the prince's engorged crotch rubbing against your belly, now at full length. It throbs with his heated desire, grinding against you as he moves his hips, anxious for attention.

"Well, I suppose this wouldn't be as much fun if I had your consent, anyway."

Looking back at the prince in terror, you feel the rod of meat pull back, as the prince moves it lower along your exposed body, down your stomach and towards the spot between your legs, impatient and ready to begin already.

"Wait!" You cry out, "Y-you can't do this! When th-the public finds out about this, they'll never forgive you! Think of what you're doing!"

The prince presses the tip of his phallus up against your entrance, your sensitive skin shivering in panic, as you feel him prepare to ravage you, despite the fact that you are far from aroused enough to make any natural lubricant for his engorged member.

"And what peasant would dare to oppose a prince?" Blueblood retorts, " What filthy worm could ever have the courage to face me, nephew to a goddess? What could anypony do to keep me from taking what I need from you?"

Tears form from your eyes as you realize just how hopeless you now were. You couldn't save Vinyl, wherever she may be. You couldn't stop Blueblood from implanting this horn in your forehead, and now that he truly wanted you fro his own, to force you to accept him, you still cannot do anything to stop it. You are but a mere mortal besides the prince, who commanded his own legion, and could do whatever he wished.

"My dear, I have thought for a long time about what I am about to do, just as I thought about how I would make you what you are now, a unicorn worthy of my desires. All that I have done to you was leading up to this moment, so I will not stop now, not for you, nor any pony who would stand in my way!"

Issuing his final words, Blueblood thrust forward with his hips, parting your walls with his thick rod and forcing it deep inside of you. His balls slap against your rump, as your insides are torn and stretched in order to make way for the intruding length, not an inch left outside.

You wail out in a high-pitched scream as your lower body is engulfed in pain, as if you had been split in two around the prince's spear of meat. Your muscles tighten, constricting around Blueblood's Penis, but this only serves to make it grow harder, more blood flowing to the mighty phallus to make it even more difficult to take.

The prince laughs, making light of your agony.

"Ah... Your cries are just as lovely as your cello playing..."

You cannot believe this is happening to you now. The prince was inside of you, filling you with his length as your legs shuddered in their bindings. Was this really how your life should be? Was this truly what fate had decided for you? A pony as corrupt as the prince couldn't win in the end... could he?

Unable to speak, as you can only manage to utter more cries of pain, you can do little more than send silent prayers to Celestia that this would not last too long.

Unable to take the sight of the prince's face any longer, you clench your eyes shut, and grind your teeth, trying to make the sensations go away, to block out the harshness of reality...

But you are only thrust right back into the moment, as you feel the Prince pull back, letting his erect member slide out of your slit in an agonizingly slow gesture. You feel every inch of his length against your sensitive inner walls, each touch a jolt of electricity through your mind.

Then, after taking his sweet time in his retreat, he slams back with another push of his powerful legs. The giant horsecock plunges into the depths, sending more waves of pain through your body. With no remorse or mercy, the prince forces you to accept him again, right down to the base.

Blueblood takes great pleasure in your scream.

As you writhe and struggle in your bindings, you feel the phallus inside you, deeper inside than you could ever expect a stallion to reach. It makes you sick, knowing that the prince had planned this all along, and that he was so willing to even change your species, just so he could feel comfortable with this violation of everything you know is right.

Pulling back again, you feel Blueblood steady his legs, getting them into a comfortable position to make his invasion easier, and prepare for the faster speed you mind knew was coming, but dreaded thinking about.

Then, another powerful shove, and he is back into the depths. Hardly wasting time, the prince lets out his own impatient moans, unable to hide the pleasure he found in giving you such pain.

"Nnngh... How lovely... you grip my glorious shaft so tightly..." he mutters, as he pounds in and out of you. "I could get used to your loving caress..."

But you cannot bring yourself to share the prince's enjoyment. Despite how handsome the prince might have been, and despite how much any mare might enjoy the pleasures of his love, you feel nothing in your heart for him. Your love was always for another mare, one whom you would risk your life for, and whom you would never force into copulation.

Your sensitive walls close in on the shaft as it moves back and forth rapidly, filling you one second, and leaving only emptiness in another. As the pain hits your mind again and again, you let out a stream of curses, gasps, and moans. You feel the natural pleasure of your body, as your weak spots are hit, and your mind reacts accordingly, but you still can't feel any happiness from it.

Even if Vinyl may never have a member so large or pleasing, The prince never for a second compares to her.

But you can do nothing to stop him, your only option to let Blueblood satisfy his craving for your body.

The room around you becomes a blur, the colors becoming hard to distinguish, and your own voice seeming to combine with the princes into a single stream of cries that echoes in your head, the words meaning nothing. The thrusts into your abused pussy fuse together into a single, constant ache in your loins. You begin to lose track of time and space, knowing that you can do nothing but endure, and hopefully live to see another day.

Before long the prince loses his own rationale, and pumps into you faster and faster, until finally, after a time you couldn't hope to measure, he makes a final thrust into your depths, and lets out a long shout of pleasure. In a daze, you feel a new warmth inside of you, and return the Princes cry of victory with your own call of despair.

"No... Nooooooo!"

The prince laughs, and you feel the warmth expand, moving with fluidity inside of your depths into every hidden crevice, flowing back along the prince's rod and towards your entrance...

And still you feel it pumping into you, never ceasing in a desperation to defile you, to plant the vile seed of the prince within. As the prince's cum leaks out of your entrance, filling you far too much to be held, it makes a small pool on the stone floor below. Though you can't move your head to see just how much the prince has deposited, you can feel the warmth of the fluids inside of you, and know it was enough to satisfy any mare in heat, and more still.

"Ah... You are mine now, Octavia," the prince whispers as he lets the last bits of his ejaculate flow into you. "I have given you a new body of magical power, a new home to live in, and now, I give you my love. May you cherish it, take it into you, and bear a strong heir to my name."

Sobbing, you can do nothing to fight back, and nothing to protest as the prince stands above you, his member still throbbing with your depths, as you feel his sperm flow within. You never wanted a child, especially not with such a brutish stallion as Blueblood, but you have no choice in the matter now.

He is the prince, and you are merely a peasant, even with your new horn.

He has claimed you as his own, and you can do nothing but accept him and his depraved gifts.

Accepting your defeat, and knowing your new place in the Prince's court, you let the world fade away into nothingness, and your vision turns to black.

Time Passes...