The Adventures of Aurora

They found me half way to my house.

It was a little dark already, and so I began flying through the cool night air, enjoying the slight breeze, when out of nowhere, two appeared.

The brown one and the orange one.

Though I was never more scared, I grinned in my mind. I must have put the grey one in the hospital with the strong rear kick.

As soon as I was over with that thought, I shot off like a bullet.

They chased me for quite a while, and so I decided to fool them.

I flew up, up, up, untill we got to the point that there were clouds in the air. Then I zipped back and forth, confusing them. Then, I smartly hid in a cloud, surrounded by its soft puffiness.

I watched from my hiding place as they flew the opposite direction. Then I let out a breath.

I allowed myself to rest a moment, my lungs and wings burning from the chase. Then I turned around to see the brown stallion behind me, grinning like crazy, sitting on his haunches, the lump in between his legs showing and slightly dripping. It was about 15 centimetres.

He caught me staring.

“You like??” he shouted. He was drinking again, I could smell it.

Without allowing me a second to be stunned, he threw a rope around my neck like I was a cow he was roping.

The orange one threw a rope from behind, pinning my wings to my back. They both came closer.

“Carefull, you know what she did to quickspin.” The orange one warned the brown. “make sure you dont get bucked.”

I started struggling. I bucked and kicked, I thrashed about. But they just tied ropes around my mouth and legs.

No my wings, mouth, front and back legs were tied. It seemed like the only free thing were my ears.

They propped me up and made me stand like that. Then they ripped off my skirt.

The brown one moved to my back, into my blind spot.

Then he moved my tail over, to my worst fear. He started rubbing down there, and his hoof came away damp.

Almost crying, I struggled and whimpered.

Then, I could feel something wet and warm touch me there. It felt horrible. I knew what it was, too. It was even worse when he started pulsing gently, pushing, wanting to get in. I didint let him in. I whimpered again.

“oh, you want it, dont you?” He misinterperted my whimper.

Shaking my head furiously, I tried to scream. It was no use, my mouth was clamped shut.

“She really wants it, I can tell.” He said.

Now, at this I became mad. I mean, really mad. I tried to get my wings apart, also my legs and my mouth. I tied harder than ever before, because I was really mad. And I mean, really mad.

My hind leg ropes snapped.

This gave me a lot of encouragement. I was enlightened.

I flexed my wings. I could feel the rope getting thinner... just a little more...

The rope on my wings snapped.

Crying and embarrassed, I shot off. They were no match for my fear.

I got home, punched a wall through my house and fell asleep, crying my head off. I had no dreams, though. Thank Celestia for that.