Saurasexualicaipposmachia

Rainbow Dash was sprawling on her bed, wearing black tank top and dark gray shorts as makeshift nightwear. She had a long day at the gym and at the race track, trying to improve her musculature and time on 200 meters, so she was so exhausted she just barely made it out of her shower for have dinner, before going to bed and sleep.

At least try to, because she heard a buzzing sound getting closer and closer. At first Rainbow Dash assumed it to be a mosquito, a fly or just any flying insect making an annoying noise while flying, and so she waved her hand in the air, attempting to shoo away the unwanted flying visitor. However, when this attempt failed, Dash gathered all her strength to sit up in her bed and look at her surroundings.

She saw her room, true, but the window was open, and a weak green glow was being emanated from something that Dash could not see from her position. Feeling too tired and too sleepy, Dash decided to not move and try to go back to sleep, hoping that the glow was going to disappear by itself, but, as soon as Dash went to tuck herself back, she noticed that she was starting to hover away from the mattress of the bed, and that the rest of her blanket had slipped away from her body, limply resting on the bed.

All of sudden, Dash's tiredness was overwhelmed by bafflement and surprise, so she started to wiggle and struggle around, flutter her wings, saying a chocked out "Help!"

Nothing happened, as nobody came or answered, leaving Dash to just float in the direction of her ceiling, still in her lying position that allowed her only to squirming around like a trapped snake. A moment before her head broke through several layers of clouds that made the roof, she managed to expel a quick yelp. After that, everything went dark, as Dash felt her tiredness win over her again.

When Dash fluttered open her eyelids, she was greeted by the sight of a metal ceiling with some cuneiform lights scattered around, the feeling of something pressed against her torso and wings, while her arms were behind her back and tied.

After getting up on her hooves and after having passed the arms from her back to her front, Dash looked down at herself. Around her torso she saw a shiny metal ring locked around her, the only trace that it could open begin a hinge, probably articulating the halves. The object that was blocking Dash's hands were two black-colored shells wrapped around her hands, and joined together by two big-yet-light metal chains and what looked like a red bungee cord.

Looking at her surroundings, Dash could see a shiny metal wall in front of her, and a smooth white floor who was also metallic in nature. Basically, she was inside a cleaner tuna can.

"I gotta get out of here," Dash muttered to herself, as she, out of instinct, tried to break loose from the bizarre handcuffs by trying to spread her hands as widely as possible and pull. But the chains and the cord resisted with a clanking sound. Dash tried again and again.

"Is there anyone here?" Dash said annoyed, her arms starting to feel sore at this point and the clanking starting to get maddening to Dash's ears "Somebody that can please fucking free me?"

A synthetic voice suddenly echoed in the room, making Dash perk up her ears and look around for possible sources.

The female will walk forward through the aperture.

"But why would I do that?" Dash exclaimed, hoping that the voice would answer her back. The voice didn't answer at all, but, to compensate, the handcuffs did, by beeping, glowing red at the tips and dragging Dash's hands towards the metal wall.

Dash tried to resist them as long as she could, struggling for every centimeter, her knees feeling nearly on fire due to the dragging on the floor -- despite it begin smooth and despite the knee-lenght shorts --, her arms feeling sore and dangerously overstretched and her tail moving around erratically. All of this quickly worn Dash out and she, with a sigh, got up and followed the direction that her handcuffs were forcefully giving.

The handcuffs guided Dash to a seemingly random spot of the metal wall. Before Dash could make a quip about it, part of the wall let out a loud snap and a loud hiss. To Dash's surprise, part of the wall slowly moved up in the ceiling, revealing a dark corridor leading to another metal room.

Dash let her handcuffs lead her through the corridor -- which kept making clicks at every step made by Dash on the floor -- into the next room. The handcuffs stopped glowing and beeping, allowing Dash to look around her.

She saw three big screens hanging by the ceiling with the help of three different L-shaped supports seemingly made of white metal. On the other side of the room, there was a dulled-out hook hanging by the ceiling, plus four holes positioned in circles around the aforementioned hook. Dash could also see that the wall on that side was pitch black, with white signs that she could recognize, let alone read. As for the lights, their disposition was the same as the previous room's.

The female will put her upper limb restrains on the hook, then face west.

Dash mentally noted that the voice had stressed and prolonged the "s." She shrugged and walked to the hook. She then brought her restrained hands behind her back, turned around to the screen assuming that it was the west, before making a little hop and moving them forward, thus resting on the hook by the cord, her hooves hovering a few millimeters off the ground.

After doing so, the light in the room shut off and the screens -- better yet, one of them, as the other two showed static -- came to life. There was a whirring sound, as two different mechanical arms started to rotate around Rainbow Dash, clicking and flashing every once in a while. Looking up at the screen, Dash saw photos of herself from the front, the back and by side.

Dash lowered her head and sighed, a little more relaxed now. Sure, she was nervous in that position, but at least nothing weird was happening, not yet at least.

The arms retreated silently, replaced by another couple of arms. These turned on with a whirr, emanating green light as they moved around Dash's body sinuously. Dash looked confused at them, then she looked up at the screen, gasping in horror at what she saw.

She saw the entirety of her naked body on the second screen. Her small and flaccid breasts, her muscular legs, her plump and yet developed torso, her vagina, her poop-stained ass... it was all there, on the screen, for the captor's delight to look at and -- that is, if her captors were akin to the stallions -- masturbate at.

"Lemme out! Let me out, you pervs!" Dash shouted, vehemently trying to free herself by moving around all of her body and swatting the arms away with her tail, but failing, because the arms were firmly set into place by the now-reactivated dragging handcuffs. Once she was tired out, Dash let her head drop down and let the arms go around to show off her private parts to whatever perverted captor was watching her right now.

The scanning stopped briefly, and the light emanated from the arms became red, while the third screen lightened up and showed Dash's internals and skeleton, but Dash didn't notice it, as she was too busy in looking at the floor and attempting to forget what she had just seen.

The voice seemingly read in Dash's mind, as it blared a command once more.

The female will now rest.

She sighed and complied, closing her eyes, waiting for sleep to catch her, while remaining in that uncomfortable position.

Despite everything, tiredness made Dash fall asleep in a short time.

Dash woke up again with a slight pain in her head and what it felt like a drought in her mouth.

"Ugh... what's going on?" Dash asked to herself, woken up by a stream of cool air hitting her privates and spreading to her entire body. As she slowly opened her eyes to look at her current situation. This time, looking at herself, she saw that she wasn't hanging like a piece of ham by a hook. Rather, she was lying on a metal table, her legs and arms blocked by the ankles and by the wrists respectively, by metal rings. She also noticed that she was completely naked, and saw, thanks to her peripheral vision, that her clothes, her black undies included, were neatly folded in a corner of the room. Rainbow Dash immediately tried to cover herself with her tail, as she blushed strongly and bit her lip. However, that attempt at modesty was frustrated by an arm that came form under the table and that basically pinned Dash's tail down, making Dash even more powerless.

As time passed, Dash couldn’t help but keep noticing the feeling of the cold air brushing against her now-unprotected privates.

The longer she listened to her body, the more of a small tingling she could feel inside her. Her captors made her wait on that table.

Rainbow Dash wasn’t used to being as helpless as she was then, but somehow, that seemed to arouse her, too much of her confusion. After all, she didn't like feeling helpless in front of anyone, so why the thought of begin unable to do anything interested her all of the sudden?

With each passing second they let her tied up and naked on her own, she forgot more and more why she was there at the first place, just letting her mind wander aimlessly at why she was feeling that way.

After being lost in her fantasies for a while, she felt a small droplet of mare juices running down her flushed marehood. Dash’s excitement was stopped abruptly as a click, followed by a mechanical roar coming from under the table. Apparently, they waited until Dash had a hint of arousal, before starting.

Raising her head startled with a jerking motion, Rainbow Dash saw a shiny metal cylinder with a slightly rounded tip mounted to a another of those robotic arms, along with another arm, this one holding something looking like a metal piercing, but with several small red protuberances around the circumference. There was also another arm with something looking like a bodkin.

In her stubbornness, she didn’t realize what it was, as she thought it might wanted to take a sample of her private juices, but couldn’t see any mechanism to collect anything on the two and a half inches wide rod. Then realization hit her as it slowly advanced in the direction of her lower parts, directly at her genitalia, while the other two one went for her left breast.

The arm with the simil-bodkin grabbed the nipple of Dash's left boob, which made her struggle and shake her head. Despite the fact that Dash was shaking around, and, by extension, her boobs were wobbling, the arm managed to successfully pierce Dash's nipple. To much of her surprise, Dash felt barely a pinch at that action, and the ring had been inserted inside her pierced nipple without Dash feeling anything else.

Trying to find her entrance, the probe bumped softly into her clit. As soon as this happened, the ring's red dots lightened up, making Dash lighthearted and hornier.

"N-no..." Rainbow Dash muttered to herself, as she tried to resist at the feelings that the ring was seemingly transmitting to her brain, by thinking about all the work she had to do the next day, but, to no avail. Concentrating on not getting aroused, she bit her lower lip, as her gravely-wounded pride wouldn’t allow these molesting abductors the satisfaction of giving her unwanted pleasure

Then the object moved upward slowly but surely, touching the outer lips, before reaching the right spot to insert, at which point it retreated a little, standing in there like a predator waiting for a prey to commit a fatal mistake.

The sheer suspense alone made hard for Dash to keep calm, as she was left alone with her conflicting feelings and the ring's effects.

"C'mon, get over this." She muttered nervously.

Shortly after saying that, the probe moved forward, this time stopping again just before penetration, the only thing giving begin a soft pressure on Dash's snatch, vibrating very softly -- almost unnoticeable so -- as it did. However, that was sufficient to make her squirm a bit in appreciation, her pleasure begin hard to keep in check now.

The vibrating cylinder started to emit a light humming sound and moved forward, once again very slowly, opening up Dash's outer lips with its delicate pressure, never stopping until half of Dash’s passage was filled. A moan, restrained with difficulty, escaped Rainbow Dash's mouth.

Immediately angry at herself, Rainbow Dash redoubled her efforts of not showing her desire. Not caring the slightest, the rod – still halfway inside her reddened marehood – moved out just a tiny bit faster than it had entered.

That didn't mean it was done.

Oh no.

Once it was outside her cave, the Vibrating Identified Object immediately re-entered inside with only a small increase compared to the speed it entered, before exiting at a faster speed, going back inside at even higher speed and so on, never going beyond half of the length of Dash's vagina and never increasing its vibration.

Rainbow Dash tried to resist her urges, but the ring and lust-induced images of making love with stallions she found cute enough to have a one-night stand with was too strong in her mind to be ignored fully, leading her to banish one image spot of having sex, only to be replaced with another image spot of the same kind, but involving a differently-equipped stallion. She could feel her snatch dripping for the pleasure, and that made her blush strongly, trying to stop the flow and the show she was giving to her captors. All in vain, thought.

After an uncountable amount of times repeating the same action, the probe stopped inside Dash's cave. Dash sighed of relief, as a copious amount of her mare juices -- more than Dash thought it was possible for her to store in fact -- kept dripping onto the metal table with a sound similar to the one that a primitive metallic roofing made when hit by rain. Despite the pause, Dash still felt on the edge, and, in fact, part of her body craved for more, while the rest wished for it stop altogether.

The struggle didn't last much longer, because the vibrating probe left the vagina, before re-entering, this time not with an increased speed, but an increased depth of penetration for each thrust inside. After the third pushing, too much of the disappointment of part of Dash, the probe had reached -- and indeed touched -- her most sensitive spot inside her. This time, however, even the part of Dash that had disliked all of this appreciated it, making her moan once more. However, her will was still strong enough to not make her come.

That, apparently, wasn't lost on the one operating the machine, or maybe the machine itself, because, soon it started to accelerate its thrusts. This time, Rainbow Dash's will couldn't do anything, and she had her first intense orgasm, which made her shake around in her binds.

Dash could feel perfectly her marehood closing violently on the vibrator, just before it closed onto itself for a few seconds. The piercing was vibrating on her nipple with another hum, and a different part of her lower parts felt tingly. The probe never slowed down to give her some rest during her pretty powerful orgasm, and, in fact, it actually started vibrating in short and strong pulses. With that – already far beyond her threshold – Dash started to squirm out her juices at regular intervals, shouting her pleasure out.

The pauses between vibrations and thrusts then got longer and longer, until the probe stopped outside Dash's organ. Dash panted, feeling tired out by her ordeal, but with part of her wishing to keep going.

The part of Dash wishing to keep going was promptly satisfied, as with one strong push, the vibrator entered inside her fanny, filling it to the point it peeked in her uterus, just before going back to vibrating, sending vibrations deeply inside her body. With the object completely inside her and unmoving, Rainbow Dash gasped, moaned and, in no time, she had another squirting orgasm.

Dash's mind had a fleeting though about the oddness of having another orgasm a short time after the first, but that was quickly swept away by the pure bliss she was feeling thanks to the vibrations. Even when her sexual organs started to get numb at the vibrations, her mind still couldn't process anything properly, leading to what was a seemingly endless, continuous, fountain-like, squirting orgasm.

Once Dash felt completely numb, leading to the slow trickling end of the orgasm, the machine left her pussy, the object of pleasure used so far, which was utterly soaked in vaginal liquid and dripping like a piece of wet cloth hanging to dry out in the sun. Dash also noticed that the ring had stopped humming and produce light, slowly going back to its previous inert status. The room went silent and inactive once more.

When the ring fully shut, Rainbow Dash rested her head on the hard table with a sigh, feeling beyond tired and beyond dehydrated, like when she had done ten laps of Cloudsale's stadium without any source of water to sustain her. Due to this, once her breath slowed down, Dash closed her eyes, and, as soon as she did so, she passed out and slept.

The next day came, and Rainbow Dash felt a wreck when she woke up.

"Let's recap: I may have been abducted by aliens. I have been fucked until my cunt hurt, and I got a piercing in my nipple that then got removed," Rainbow Dash thought, as she was showering, checking out the hole she found in the nipple of her left breast. Said hole was painful at touch, and was big enough to see from end to end, but, thankfully, it wasn't bleeding. Rather, her nipple looked like if she had been like that for the entirety of Dash's life. "I think that I had quite a fucking night. I feel like a trainwreck."

Dash sighed, as she carefully cleaned up her private parts with soap.

"But I'm still fit for work. Guess that I'll try to tell that to Twilight, maybe she knows what the hell did I passed through tonight, besides the obvious implication." That said, she turned off the shower and went on to dry herself up, ready for another day of work.