The Breeding Grounds

“LET ME GO YOU BARBARIANS!” the white unicorn screamed and lashed out with her back hooves as the unknown assailants forcibly dragged her away through the bustling streets of Canterlot. “Help me you fools! HELP! Why isn’t anypony helping me?!”

The citizens of the royal city all turned away and continued with whatever they were doing as the flailing mare was hauled past them. They knew better than to interfere.

“Let go! LET GO! Why are you doing this?! Who are you?!” Rarity looked up at the muscular brown earth pony that was practically carrying her at this point. He remained completely silent, a stoic expression on his face as she began to plead with him. “Please! I can make it worth your while! I’m going to be famous for my dresses if you just let me go! I’ll be rich! I can give you a cut if you like, just let me go!” She continued to wriggle beneath his firm grasp before deciding to change tactics. “I know Celestia! She’ll have your heads for this! I’m not kidding! Let me go!”

She gasped and cried out as the stallion suddenly lifted her higher into the air and roughly threw her into the back of a white cart before stepping in to sit across from her. “Please! I’ll do anything! And I mean anything.” She gave a sly wink, but the brown earth pony had taken to ignoring her and was unresponsively staring out the back window of the cart. “LISTEN YOU!” the white unicorn suddenly lunged for her captor’s throat, pinning him against the wall with her hoof. “You better start giving me some answers before I –“

“SIT DOWN!” the brown stallion’s voice shook the cart as he placed his hoof on the unicorn’s chest and shoved her away. The sound of wood creaking and snapping echoed throughout the city as her body slammed into the side of the cart with such force that she nearly blacked out. The white mare’s head spun for several moments before her vision finally returned to normal and she shook herself out of the daze.

“You would hit a mare? Some gentlecolt you are.” She grumbled, giving the earth pony a deathly glare. The stallion continued to ignore her as he stared out the back window until the cart finally rattled to life, tossing and turning from side to side as it navigated through the streets of Canterlot. “Where are we going?” Rarity asked as the cart took an extra violent shake, throwing her out of her seat towards her captor who still paid her no mind. “Please answer my question.” She groaned.

A long, drawn-out sigh rattled the cart as the stallion finally turned to her. “You’re late for your appointment.”

“Can’t we reschedule or something? I have very important business in Canterlot that I must be getting back to.” She knew the answer as soon as it left her mouth but the stallion stared her down anyway, considering throwing her out of the moving cart down the cliffside to end his misery of this pretentious little mare. “Well can we hurry this up? How about you and me do it?”

The earth pony gave her a disgusted look, scrunching up his snout and snorting, before turning to look out the back window again.

“What? What’s so bad about doing it with me?! You have something against unicorns or something?!”

“I have something against you. Now be quiet.” The stallion hissed through his teeth, never turning from the window. She figured that was enough; there was no way she was getting out of this. She would just have to kiss her dreams of fame and fortune goodbye, all because some block-headed stallion wouldn’t give her a break. Idiot.

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The warmth of the morning sun beat down on her face as rays of auburn light gradually crept their way across the floor through the small crack in her curtains. The lavender unicorn woke with a heavy groan, her joints popping and cracking as she struggled to lift her head up off her pillow. She winced and struggled to open her eyes from the sunlight that blinded her until she was finally able to stretch her neck out of the way and into the shadows. Did she sleep in again? What happened to her? She never used to sleep in and now twice in a row?

“Gah, what happened last night?” she grumbled holding her hoof to her head to keep herself stable. “Hello? Spike?” She looked around the room for her assistant or anypony that could tell her what was going on. Her familiar bedroom was empty and completely dark except for the small glow of sunlight that struck out at her from beneath her curtains. Her frazzled purple mane hung heavily over her face in small, awkward strands as she scanned the room for any evidence to what could have possibly happened the other night. “Pinkie!” she cried out suddenly as the image of the pink mare formed in the back of her mind. “I remember she was here.” She pushed the loose hair out of her eyes with her hoof as she began to piece together her mystery.

The purple unicorn began to squirm her way out from under the covers before collapsing onto the floor with a sharp yelp as her legs unexpectedly buckled beneath her. How long had she been out? She sat perplexed on the floor for a couple of moments before finding the scars that ran up the length of either side of her. She gasped as her skin quivered beneath her touch and she felt the unevenly healed skin. What had they done to her? Who? Why? So many questions swarmed her mind and there was nopony around to answer them. Not even Spike.

“Spike!” she called out desperately from the floor after the realization hit her that she couldn’t move. Her mind began to grow frantic. Her body was paralyzed and she felt nothing. “SPIKE!” she called again. “SPIKE! IS ANYPONY THERE?!”

The door to her room burst open, bright light flooding in and blinding the hysterical unicorn that lay shaking on the floor.

“I’m here! It’s okay. Don’t panic, I’m here now.” A familiar voice tried to comfort her as somepony lifted her back onto the bed.

“Dash? Is that you?” Twilight asked trying to turn her head to see the figure sitting on the bed next to her.

“Yeah it’s me.” The pegasus’s rainbow colored hair came into view as she reached over to rest her hoof on the unicorn.

“Why can’t I move?”

“I don’t know. Spike asked me to look after you while he went out shopping or something. I guess you really need it after you’re done with the stallions.” Her voice was soft, almost hushed, as she slowly rubbed her hoof up and down the unicorn’s shoulder.

“What happened to me? I can’t remember anything.”

“You don’t remember? That’s reassuring. You went in for your appointment with the stallions and they brought you back late that night in a white cart. You were still asleep so they carried you up to your room and told Spike that you’d be out of it for the next couple days.”

“Wait, you saw me come back?” Twilight blinked uncomfortably as her body still lay motionless on the bed.
“Well we all showed up to ask you what it was like,” Twilight heard the pegasus swallow, “but the ponies who brought you back would only let Spike near you.”

“What ponies?”

“I don’t know, they seemed like normal everyday ponies to me, nothing special about them really.”

“Well what did they do to me?”

Dash pulled her hoof away as the unicorn’s skin began to shudder beneath it. “Wow you really don’t remember anything, do you?”

Twilight could see her friend’s rainbow mane shaking back and forth out of the corner of her eye.

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“Get out.” The stallion growled getting up slowly and moving towards the white unicorn menacingly.

“Fine! I’m sick of being in this filthy cart with the likes of you anyway!”

The brown earth pony raised an amused eyebrow while watching her hop out of the back of the cart.

“You know what?” the white unicorn turned back with a wicked grin. “I’m glad they freeze you.”

The stallion nearly lost it, lunging out of the cart only to be instantly apprehended and dragged away by two other stallions that had been guarding the front entrance of the warehouse. Rarity stuck her tongue mischievously before turning away from the infuriated earth pony still struggling against the guards to give an unamused look at the building in front of her. Stupid building cost her everything. She would never live to see the fame and fortune that she deserved now. With an agitated sigh, she pushed her way in through the front door to behold the dreary gray waiting office complete with popular magazines strewn about a glossy wooden coffee table and tired receptionist that looked absolutely thrilled to be there. ‘I could have been on those magazines.’

“Name please.” A nasally voice came from the brown pegasus who looked up above her half-moon eyeglasses at her from behind the counter. Rarity couldn’t help but scrunch up her nose at the sound of the mare’s voice. ‘What an unpleasant individual.’ She thought to herself while trying to force a smile.

“Uhm, Rarity. I’m a little late for my appoin – “

“You’re late.” The pegasus cut her off, looking condescendingly up from her paperwork.

“Yes. Thank you.” The unicorn almost hissed. It was getting harder to keep her smile already.

“What did you think was so important that you had to miss your appointment?” the brown mare raised her eyebrows and leaned over the desk towards her.

“Well if you must know, I was at the Style Week Expo in Canterlot.” The unicorn flipped her perfectly coifed mane as she spoke.

“And you thought that was more important than your appointment?” the receptionist gave her a demeaning look as if she ought to feel ashamed.

“YES ACTUALLY! I DID!” she spat at the old mare behind the counter. “I was going to be rich and famous for the designs of my dresses and then you sent those thick headed brutes to capture me and drag me here against my will!”

“You made an appointment and we believe that you should honor it here.”

Rarity glared at the pegasus for a few moments. “Let’s just get this over with,” she grumbled.

The brown mare behind the counter ruffled her papers before taking a deep breath. “I know you may be nervous and don’t understand why we’re doing this but let me assure that it is all for the greater good and you will understand why after. Please step forward and continue through the white doors to your left until you get to the end of the hallway, there, a gray unicorn will be waiting to give you further instructions.”

‘Are you bucking kidding me?’ Rarity scowled angrily as the old mare tossed her head back and forth while giving her dry speech with her eyes closed. Once finished, the brown pegasus finally opened her eyes to see the look of pure contempt on the unicorn’s face and with a menacing glare of her own, raised her hoof to shoo the unicorn away as if she were swatting a fly. Rarity left without a word, taking an extra few seconds to stare down the mare behind the counter before pushing her way through the double doors with a loud “hmmph!”

The hallway inside was as white as the waiting room had been gray. “They could sure use an interior decorator in here. Good thing they’ll never get my expertise.” She gazed around hollowly at the empty corridor for a few moments. “What was I supposed to do again?” she brought her hoof up to her chin as she tried to remember what the old mare had said. It had literally been seconds ago when she heard it. Not that she was really listening anyway. ‘How could anypony listen to such a disgusting old hag?’

The white unicorn looked curiously at the first white door, giving a gentle knock before listening intently for any reaction from inside. “Somepony’s in here!” a young mare’s voice called out from inside. It almost sounded familiar. “Sorry!” Rarity called back. “Unless you’re up for a little ménage à trois?” the voice called again. ‘I couldn’t… well maybe I could. It might not be so bad. At least I wouldn’t be alone with some brick head idiot just trying to use me. But I better not, I don’t want to impose. But then again she asked me, it would be rude not to. Nah, I shouldn’t.’ The unicorn battled with her thoughts for several seconds before finally answering. “Sorry, I’m not really in the mood, maybe next time.” The voice was silent as she stepped away and finally noticed the white double doors at the end of the hallway. “Duh,” the white mare rolled her eyes and flipped her mane as she headed directly for the end of the corridor.

“Miss Rarity I presume. You’re a little late.” The gray unicorn put down the clipboard she had been levitating in front of her to address the dumbfounded mare who had just stepped onto the metal platform. “Don’t be alarmed, whatever you’re feeling is a normal reaction and you’re certainly not the first.”

The words fell flat as Rarity continued to gawk at the futuristic pods locked to the walls. “There has to be at least ten thousand pods here!” she gasped looking up to the ceiling before staring through the holes in the grate below her.

“Twenty-two thousand and forty-six actually, but who’s keeping track?” the gray unicorn grinned as she looked at the white mare.

“This is simply amazing! I’ve never seen anything like it in my life!”

“Very few have, it’s a modern marvel that is only just recent. Not every mare is chosen to come here, you know. Only a lucky few ever get to witness the inside of this place.”

“What do you mean?” Rarity gave the unicorn a puzzled look. “I thought every mare was required to come down here at one point in their lives?”

“Nope, only the healthiest and fittest in their prime get to come down here. You should feel very honored to be here.”

“Well I would if it weren’t for your goons dragging me here from Canterlot against my will.” The white unicorn grumbled almost under her breath.

“What were you doing in Canterlot?” the gray unicorn looked interested as she cocked her head.

“I was at the Style Week Expo.”

“Oh I used to love going to that with my dad every year as a little filly.”

“You used to go to the Style Week Expo every year?”

“That’s right, my dad used to take me before…” the gray unicorn trailed off as she looked out to the thousands of pods hanging about the cylindrical building. Rarity followed her gaze with a confused expression before taking on a look of horror. The old unicorn looked back, noticing the white mare’s face. “Oh no no, we didn’t freeze him. I just meant before I became the curator here.”

Rarity let out a sigh of relief as she looked out to the pods again.

“You know we don’t freeze the old ones. These are all freshly born and genetically modified to be the perfect stallions. Any male born before this place was constructed gets to live out the rest of his life peacefully.” The gray unicorn saw that the white mare still had thousands of questions floating around in her head – probably as many questions as there were pods – but those would have to wait. “Are you ready to get down to business?”

“I guess so.” Rarity sighed turning away from the room and towards the unicorn who was now motioning her over to the console against the wall.

“Now what kind would you like? Pick your flavor.”

‘More like pick your poison.’ Rarity looked at the console with disgust as a plethora of stallions flashed onto the screen. “I don’t really care.” She grumbled.

“Well you have to pick one.” The gray unicorn gave her a curious look.

“I’ve had just about enough of idiot males for one day. Whatever I pick is just another horny dunderhead getting his way with me while I’m forced to sit through it.”

“Well that’s one way to look at it. I know most mares that come in here aren’t ecstatic or necessarily looking forward to the experience, but they realize the importance of it all the same.”

“What is the importance of it?” the white unicorn tilted her head as she pondered.

“Make your selection and then enter it into one of the consoles in the rooms from the hallway where you came from.” The gray unicorn seemed to suddenly grow agitated as she almost stormed out through the double doors.

‘What was that all about?’ the sudden outburst certainly didn’t help the white unicorn’s mood as she slammed a hoof against the console before strutting across the platform and back into the bleak white hallway. The first door she tried was locked, so was the second. She didn’t even bother knocking; she just wanted to get this over with at this point. The third door slammed open against the milky white wall inside as the aggravated unicorn entered with a deep sigh and scanned the contents of the room. It was just as boring as it was outside. A white bed, a white lamp, a white dresser. “Surprise, surprise.” She groaned still looking about the room. The only things that stood out were the solid gray console and the black tinted window that looked out into the empty hallway next to it. With another heavy sigh, the unicorn stepped over to the console and rolled her face across it indifferently. The room rattled into motion as the back wall across the room pulled away and was thrown aside by the machinery before a giant mechanical arm wound its way down the massive spire to an unknown spot below. Another moment later it was back with a glossy pod as white as the room in its grasp. The white mare watched on, doing the best she could not to look impressed as the arm dropped the pod in the center of the room and careened off into the void above as the wall was locked back into place behind it.

“And so it begins.” She groaned as the pod began to snap and crackle open in front of her. The figure inside was motionless as a thick layer of white smoke poured into the room and crept across the ground, chilling the air. The unicorn couldn’t help but raise a curious eyebrow and crane her neck to get a better look at the muscular figure of the stallion inside. At least she was lucky enough to get a handsome one, although they were probably all like that. Loud, shuddering breaths suddenly erupted into the room as the silhouette of the stallion behind the fog began to shiver and shake. ‘Yeah, you just sit there and suffer. Celestia knows you’ll be making me suffer soon enough.’ The mare glared on from the other side of the room as the figure finally collapsed out of the pod onto the ground in the center of the room. He lay there gasping and trembling for several moments until he eventually seemed to gain his bearings and calmed down a bit. The white unicorn sat there with her front hoof raised in the air as she inspected it diligently for every detail, completely unconcerned with the stallion who looked about the white room with confusion.

“Yeah, you’re locked in a room with me.” She stooped her head down at the stallion who continued to scan the room for any sign of what was happening. “We’re stuck together until we get our business done.”

The stallion shot her a quizzical look as he struggled to his hooves. He gazed about the room again as he took a tentative step forward towards the door.

“It’s locked.” Rarity sighed at the giant simpleton who now sported a frustrated expression as he stared at her. “Hey I don’t want to be here either, so we may as well hurry up and get this thing done and over with.”

The stallion didn’t follow her words as he continued to stare blankly at her. The white mare sighed and hung her head. “Just do me.” She groaned turning around and raising her flank up in the air. The stallion sat and looked at her blankly from the center of the room. “You know… sex.” She waved her rump back and forth in the air for him. “Mount me, buck my brains out, I don’t care. Let’s just get this over with.”

The muscular figure remained motionless in the center of the room as he watched her.

“Seriously?! Do I have to do everything?!” she muttered turning around and slowly making her way towards the stallion who withdrew from her as she sat down next to him. “What’s wrong with you? You’re not even hard.” She said reaching between his legs and lifting up his floppy member. The stallion pulled away from her and took a step back before sitting on the floor again just out of reach of her. “Yeah well I don’t really like you either but I need your help in order to get out of here.”

He continued to stare blankly at her from a safe distance away.

“That’s it. Lay down.” She commanded getting up and pushing him over with her hoof. The stallion submitted, rolling over to his back as the white mare sat down next to him. With a not-so-delicate touch, Rarity pressed her hoof down on his crotch and stared off at the wall as she began to rub up and down. The stallion snorted and shifted uncomfortably as the unicorn drove her hoof harder against his most tender area until it began to dig into his flesh and he squirmed even more to try and escape the pain. “Yeah you like that don’t you?” the unicorn ground down even harder as she continued to stare haplessly at the blank white wall. The stallion began to pant and wriggle more until the mare finally stopped. “Well don’t get too excited and finish already, then we’d have to start all over and I am NOT spending any more time here than I have to.” She pulled her hoof away, much to the relief of the stallion, and assumed the position she had been in before, waving her flank back and forth in the air to get his attention. The stallion still lay unmoving on the floor as he watched the amusing display of the white mare. “Really? Are you still not ready? You have got to be kidding me. Fine…” she turned around again and bent down towards his limp member. With a heavy sigh, she gave it a quick lick before stifling a gag. “You guys probably don’t even get the chance to take a shower. That’s just repulsive. I can’t believe I have to do this! I’m supposed to be at the Style Week Expo in Canterlot! I was going to be rich and famous! But instead I’m stuck here giving you the time of your life!”

The stallion stared blankly at her as she droned about her life and how he had ruined her life. Even he couldn’t help but be annoyed by the diva that felt she was the most important thing in the world. He perked his ears up as the noise coming from the mare’s mouth finally stopped and she looked at him expectantly. “You men are all the same.” She grumbled after he didn’t respond. With a heavy breath, she gave the underside of his dick another quick lick before suddenly taking the head in her mouth. She moved her head up and down rhythmically as she began to feel his shaft pulse and grow in her mouth. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t fit the entire length of him in her mouth anymore and only worked on the head. The stallion finally stopped watching her and threw his head back as he began to enjoy himself for the first time. Just when the feelings began to course through him and his breathing became raspy, the mare stopped. His head shot back up to look at the unicorn who had resumed talking and complaining about the injustices of her entire life. He waited patiently for her to stop and resume what she had been doing, but her chatter didn’t seem to have an end.

“I don’t know why they think they can just walk into my store and demand me to change things! What gives them the right to think their designs are better than mine?!”

The stallion listened as the mare went on and on.

“I mean if they really wanted me to change something on their dresses you would think they’d have the balls to tell me themselves! They all have some nerve going behind me back like that!”

The stallion lowered his eyelids as he glared at the unicorn still talking.

“If it weren’t for the obvious regal design of my dresses, they would be out in the streets like the vermin they are! They owe me for showing them the nature of the real – GAWHCK!” The white mare began to choke and struggle as the stallion suddenly grabbed the back of her head and forced the entire length of his cock down her throat. She sat there struggling for air as he repeatedly rammed his pole further and further into her mouth until finally pulling out and giving her a second to breathe. “What is wrong with you!?” she screamed at him after gasping and gulping in as much air as she could. “I could have die – “ the stallion only gave her a moment’s rest before shoving himself right back down her throat again. The process repeated over and over as the mare felt the need to speak every chance she got.

“Stop – GAH – doing that! I’m going to – HAWGH – pass out! Just let – GEH – me – BLEWK – catch – HEK – my – HUWG – breath!”

The stallion grinned as he watched the unicorn struggle to still speak despite his efforts of getting her to stop. She just didn’t learn.

“Alright! GAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWHHHHHHH I get it! That’s enough!” she finally yelled, pulling away from his grasp and collapsing on the floor. “You’ve had your fun, now let’s get this over with.” She ran her hoof across her mouth to wipe the drool away. Her eyeliner had started to run down her face and was now beginning to drip off of her cheeks and onto the floor in a black puddle. She struggled to sit up, her legs shaking back and forth as she raised her flank in the air one last time. Her skin quivered as she felt the stallion’s hooves rest on her hooves. “Oh this is going to hurt.” She groaned closing her eyes and bracing herself. The stallion thrust forward and buried his member as deep as he could into her. Rarity cried out under immeasurable amounts of pain as tears began to stream down her face and onto the floor in front of her. The stallion paused at the mare’s outburst, looking down at her with a confused expression. “NOT THERE! GET IT OUT!” she wailed trying to press back on him with a trembling hoof. His cheeks grew red as he slowly and delicately pulled out of her before offering an apologetic smile. The unicorn collapsed onto the floor, gasping even more so than before as the stallion watched her breathing slowly return to normal. As soon as he was sure she had recovered, he picked her backside up off the floor and lined his cock up with the right hole this time. Before she could protest, he slowly forced his shaft into her from behind. He continued to hold her flank up in the air as he worked the length of his pole in, moans escaping from both of them as he did.

Rarity could feel every inch of him slide through her until she felt that she couldn’t possibly take anymore. She looked back between her raised legs to see that the stallion wasn’t even close to bottoming out, but he stopped all the same when he realized that he had reached the end. Her entire body trembled as he began to slowly pull his hips back before brutally slamming forward again, causing her to cry out in primal ecstasy. “Yes! Keep going! Harder! Faster!” she began to yell as he quickened his thrusts. The stallion rolled his eyes as he continued his relentless assault of her backside, was she really going to start talking again? He followed her orders as the white mare called them out, giving her some sense of control as he continued to pump in and out of her. His front legs began to grow tired as he held the unicorn’s flank in the air and he finally pulled his spear out of her and placed her gently on the floor in front of him, rolling her over slightly for better access. “Wait.” Rarity said between breaths as she rolled back over to her stomach. “Could you put it back in… where it was?” she wiggled her ass in the air. The stallion sat unmoving behind her as he stared at her with a bewildered look. “It’s okay, I want you to this time.” The stallion hesitated before scooting a little bit closer and pointing his rod at her other entrance. He looked at her questioningly again as he placed the head between her cheeks. “Do it, I give you permission.” She looked back at him, “just… slowly this time, okay?” The stallion nodded as he slowly pressed against her tight hole. Rarity winced and pushed back as he tried to apply more force. “Push harder.” She groaned between exasperated breaths. Finally something slipped and the unicorn threw her head back in a silent scream as the stallion found himself deep inside the wrong place again. The two remained motionless as the white mare rested her head on her hooves and tried to compose herself, which wasn’t easy with a thirteen inch horse cock in your ass. “Okay, go.” She said finally, shifting under the weight of him to get comfortable. The stallion began carefully move up and down, prepared to stop at any moment if the unicorn showed any signs of pain. He continued slowly before gradually beginning to speed up and before he knew it he was ramming his full length in and out of her as vigorously as he could. The mare lying beneath him struggled to sit up against his constant slamming of her ass back down until he finally allowed her a moment to regain herself and sit up.

She stood there on all fours when he started up again, ramming her increasingly reddening backside as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her. She took a step forward as he slammed hard into her and then another a few thrusts later. A few minutes later they had circled the entire room with the stallion riding her as hard as he could. Soon Rarity found herself pressed against the mattress of the white bed as she rested her head heavily against the soft down. She listened intently as the stallion’s heavy breathing filled the room and she enjoyed the feeling of him sliding in and out of her. The side of the mattress grew wet as the juices from her slit rubbed up against it and dripped down the metal frame at her lover’s frenzied thrusts. She nestled her cheek into the soft bed as she waited. She was enjoying this more than she had expected. The stallion’s breathing suddenly skipped a beat.

“Wait! No! You can’t finish there!” she pulled away as fast as she could, dislodging his member before raising her flank as high as she could and slamming back into him. Her mound was so slick that his cock drove easily into her and the stallion thrust in as hard as he could delivering his hot load. She moaned as waves of pleasure rattled her entire body and she came over and over again as he unleashed near endless amounts of his seed into her. Mixed clear and white juices flooded between their genitalia as he slowly went soft inside of her and freed room for the excess fluid to gush out. Orgasms continued to shake her body violently as the white mare quivered on the bed mindlessly until she passed out.