Pleasured Viscera: Whispers Beneath The Boards

"You're saying Garbage Money has an actual double in this fucking city?" Lily inquired, biting into her favorite dessert/lunch item.

Though it looked perfectly fine, she knew meat cupcakes were an acquired taste. Maybe not the best textures for a pony like her, who liked clear-cut flavors and consistent textures. She did understand, however, the exhilaration of exotic tastes. Fleur Dis Lee, recently exposed as her true self, drank a simple cider in exposition.

"Yes. But, she's not a sleeper. She's completely free-willed. So, we can't expect bringing a deprogrammer." Her flower answered, doing good to sharpen her paring knife.

Excellent, she thought, watching her victim chair-tied and bound by magic cuffs. It was strange feeling wrong. Did Lily soften, or, did she realize how easy it was to feel. Did she ever even know. The mares circled about, disorienting somepony named 'Applebloom' betwixt. Nopony knew what to expect, but, bound and gagged, Applejack's little sister did. Shrill, airy noise drowned their senses. Despite residence in city borders, Fleur Dis Lee neglected a gagging article. Instead, she thought, it'd be better to give Dollie Deadless, the interrogation 'specialist' enjoy her work.

"Is it another moneybags. Let me guess- Princess... Twilight?" The incubus murmured, swigging her whiskey.

Brilliant, gold-drowned orbs begged them 'mercy'. Respite from something so horrific as torture. They didn't even start, but, Lily could tell that look from feigned emotion. It was just scrunched enough near the lids to show tiredness. Then, the faint signature of drooping brows. An open, distressed mouth with visible, bucked-teeth. They were all signs of victory. It wasn't a game or a job, no. Lily saw torture as a fleeting expression of equine power. Lease of inner-chaos and all things beneath. It was equine to cause misery.

"No... But, you're right about the money bags. I'm thinking more like 'Cadence', if you remember the last contract. We're still hazy since everything's speculation, but, the extra funeral day doesn't add-up. Shining armor wouldn't want a burial. He'd ask for cremation.." Fleur answered, handling their frightened victim.

Applebloom bucked and struggled, but, that made her harder. Sure, Lily could stay a good pony and never indulge herself. But, what was fun about that. What nagging morality ever helped her live better. None. Her friend and fellow associate glanced back, making sure to carefully monitor. A rapist was a rapist. Nothing, not even foals were sacred to them. Perhaps the worst mare in that room, person and all, Lily took to nice, haunch-sat clopping. It felt good being back. Having somepony to really stick it in made her day. Her needy girlcock drooled stroke after stroke, already half-shined by wet. Applebloom's snatch, protected by nothing at all, looked amazingly tight. To add, she was barely legal. Unlike her friends, it seemed, little Applebloom carried youth's curse. Foundation-kissed, circlish eyes made her captor shiver, splaying an easy, wolfish grin.

"Why's that?" She asked, half-heavy in probing, perpetually low lashes.

"Well, uh, he was Buddhist." Fleur hushed, backpedaling to watch, but save her own body.

Fleur Dis Lee made sure to intentionally do nothing from that point on. At least, till her friend drew the information. And friends, especially for ponies like them, were far and few. She watched and let it happen,

"W-what're you doin'?! They'll find me..! Mah sister'll be here any minute with her squad, s-so, you better get me out!" Their prey whimpered, cheeks red and raw from sweet, sweet fear.

Though any other mare might've struck and beaten, Lily took to warm prodding. She gave sticky, cream-squishing kisses all over her tiny entrance. Applebloom, shuddering hard, couldn't understand it. Why did she blush. Why did her stomach flip in such a strange, pleasant way. She couldn't wait. Lovely, flowing hips brushed her petals apart, earning two, harsh exhales. Applebloom wanted to cover her birth canal. Her forelegs shook, oppressed entirely by gooey, silken hemp. She whimpered hard, eyes skyward in being rhythmically ground every, other thudding. It stung only a minute more, naturally more satisfying than a tongue. Intrinsic, little claps met her ears and Applebloom sank, letting her head hang with both hindlegs erect.

"Uh-uuhhh...! What- what are you doin'..?!" Applebloom whinnied, letting her head hang.low and chin-to-sternum.

Wooden noise rocked and groaned, leaving them utterly huffy. Lily's hooves found her own and something wrong tightened. The way her hips bounced nice and easy, nothing felt sacred. But, all at once, everything was subtle. Close. Connected like she were some, eager ex getting pounded by her lusty alpha. Burning ate her shyness away and maybe, just maybe, Applebloom loved her rapist's hooves. Lily cupped her chin, tingling nerves virgin to violation. Probing, stirring breaches set her womb ablaze. A harsh, gradual rhythm took her little fuckslave, bringing sweet, sweet liquor out her lips.

"U-nnnh-! U-uuhhh~! Please, don't make me cum... Don't make me cum..." Whimpered Applebloom, writhing all over she was so hammered.

"I want you to cum, baby~ You might be a virgin, but, you're still my fuck~ I'll even fuck your ass if it gets you off~" Lily murmured, panting warm and ear-kissed just for her.

Lily's claps were drawn and grinding, almost mechanical in identical repetition. Each, slapping entry felt like utter desecration. Not only was her womb contested, but thudded nice and squelching. She stared up, lost in how smooth everything felt. Nothing else had her attention. Applebloom wanted nothing more than a good, pony-style fucking. She tried submitting, shutting her eyes pre-climax.

"a-aaha...! A-aaah...! Aaaah-! No~! No, not you...!" Applebloom cried, locking her captor deep inside.

Leaking, hoof-curling surges washed her innocence away. Her dominant fed off every, little spasm; grinning half-eyed with rich, full-girth injections. One pump. She couldn't stop crying. Four, foot-long ropes claimed her ridge-laden chamber, each one tingling with hot, amazing soreness. At first, she whispered something love-drunk.

"A-am I gonna be pregnant...?" Applebloom whined, only whimpering in sweet, sweet rest-fucking.

A hoof found her mouth and soon, Lily stole her kiss. They burned and huffed together, ever-shocked at minutes turning to fifteen; Applebloom wrapped her legs about, begging a four-legged mount. From behind, she uttered, guilty of loving her sweet, synapse-rotting creampie. It didn't help, that Fleur Dis Lee, a mare apart from carnal sin, watched  in morbid curiosity. She never liked the idea of getting abused, but, deprivation struck her core. Wouldn't it feel better with someone used to forcing pleasure. Easy, slopping mess slopped out the victim's cunt and, for once, she felt utterly satisfied.

"Of course not, babe~ Mares like me are sterile~ Now hold still so Lily can pound her little sister~" The demon teased, completely shattering her sense of taboo.

Yes... Applebloom did like being a little sister. She hated being so unloved. Maybe rape didn't have to be rape. It felt right giving herself  to a total stranger. That way, she didn't have to feel guilty. No one would judge her. It wasn't her fault, after all...

A corporate, repressed life doomed her to xenophilia.