Author's Note

[NSFW] [From the Start-Verse] [Orgy]
Characters: [OC]
By Master Titta

[NSFW] Orgy by Master Titta

Journal Entry #0469

It had took me all my strength, and to set aside my repulsion. But I’ve finally put in practice what the book said, and gone against higher machinations with some success, even if it was in a way I’d never guessed I was going to go and gaining levels of powers I never expected to.

I need, for the duty of chronicling, write down the events that happened today, in all their glory and horror.

After waking up, the “borrowed” fillies and colts- plus Ma’am Ostoba’s little colt- were getting something in their stomach for breakfast in Madam Ostoba and mine presence. While the colt ate his oatmeal slowly and evident lack of liking in it, the captured fillies and colts were faster. Some had put some milk and cinnamon atop of the mush to give it something resembling taste, others simply ate i up rapidly and without adding anything. At the offer of having some of… that fudge, I declined, opting for just coffee and stale bread instead.

While I ate in company with the soon-to-be instruments of channeling, I could not help but look at them and think.

Think about what it meant to try to fight the unseen controllers of the system with actions that I wasn’t sure if they were wrong because they were dictated by common morality or because of the propaganda imprinted in the mind of most. I even questioned if what Madam Ostoba and the book were saying was actually true and not an elaborate ruse to trap me, or a dangerous dead end. I wasn’t sure what to do… not that I do now, all things considered, but I’m following some kind of direction now.

Anyways, after some thought, some bites on my lips, and some moral qualms begin silenced, I gathered my courage, and, not without stuttering and timor, asked to try to use the ‘instruments’ for the first time.

She got almost too glad in answering me.

She said that ‘as soon as my cup was empty,’ we were going to ‘meet the playmates closely...’

When my cup of coffee had only the small pulverized leftovers of the beverage on the bottom and my bread has been eaten though, she brought it all back in the kitchen, along with the empty bowls that the two young ones had used for their breakfast. This done, she wheeled her wheelchair along, telling me to follow her in the ‘playroom’ where her son and the vast array of foals could properly be used, or, as she preferred to call it, in a sick show of humor, play.

The walk in the maze-like hallways was faster than all the previous ones I had. Understandable, as I was extremely nervous and divided… almost devoured by doubt. But I guess that’s how it goes in this kind of things.

We reached that wretched study again, and, this time, she took a box, one that I had never noticed before, from under the chair where I sat the first time I came inside. When the top was removed, I could see a dark red gruel contained in an opened tin, along with several condoms, whose future use in the context was, sadly, predictable.

She told to her son and the other colts to get their training pants and diapers off and lie down, and told likewise to the fillies. Neither group protested the order.

Then Ma’am Ostoba dipped her hoof in the gruel, before asking to me which power I’d wished to boost at the time, and, as I much I felt that improve my vision was tempting, I decided to settle on improve my strength temporarily, as I feared about the idea that it meant to put my dick in the eyesockets of any of them.

She told me to sit down and let ‘mommy take care of your willy.’

I’d be lying, if I didn’t say that feeling of the mare hoof painting with the dark red gruel two couples of stylized legs bucking something on my crotch didn’t arose me, but, as soon as I saw her paint up ten thunderbolts around the filly’s untouched privates and a smaller version of the legs painted on my crotch, I felt guilty in popping it.

Then again...

Madam Ostoba told to his son in a sickeningly sweet voice to ‘get up and put that cute lil’ penis in that amber-coloured pussy,” and the colt, to much of my surprise, gulped and went near her, as the aforementioned filly looked confused at both the colt, who was smaller than her, and at the colt’s mother, who was smiling.

The colt suddenly touched the top of his sheath, making his naturally-small penis erect and ready for penetrate and deflower the older filly. The filly gasped when the colt had put it inside her vagina, but, once the colt had started to desperately push harder and more inside, she started to moan slightly, asking what was going on and why was she feeling funny down there. I was almost going to answer, but I couldn't, as I had noticed that the signs painted on the two small children's crotches had started to glow weakly of a purplish light. I didn’t recognize it, but, by the look of it, it wasn’t a good sign.

Soon enough, Madam Orvosti told to the other colts to do likewise, with variations. Some little colts were told to penetrate a filly's butt, others to stick their dicks into the mouths of the fillies, and some were told to lick the labias.

I watched, as the foals started to glow purple all over their erogenous zones, giving an even more eerie feeling to the scene, more than it already was. Then Ma'am Ostoba told the filleis and the colts to swap partners and, if they wished to unite in one big ball of sex.

Much to my stupor, most had decided to clutter up, sticking their genitalia in whatever appendage they could fit it in, or getting their orifices penetrated by anything even remotely capable of doing so. Their moans grew into a synchronized buzz, their waste fluids quickly mingled with premature sexual juices, and their groans gave an unholy rhythm to it all.

I could feel my own penis throbbing, wishing to join in, to please myself with the young bodies of those foals...

Terrifyingly enough.

Soon, the ball started to move towards me. I froze, as I stared at the screwing foals rolling towards me, until I was hit by the ball of orgiastic foals. Suddenly, their purple glow turned into a thread of light, one that seeped all over me, making me feel extremely strong in the hooves, to the point I felt capable of lifting Canterlot’s mountain with a single hoof. The juices and drool were dripping on me, but I did not care, for I was in an ecstasy of sensations and power.