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Thunderlane, after he was done with lifting weights and turning the local gym, was heading back at his house, still a bit confused about a conversation he had earlier with Rainbow Dash. Better yet, about her behavior during the conversation.

While at first she talked in depth about her morning and her woes with her boss at work, she mentioned very quickly that she had visited her friend Twilight for something that happened to her the night before. Thunderlane had asked her to repeat what she did in Twilight's castle. Dash had repeated it, then she shied away from saying why she went there. Pressed to answer, when Dash said she went there for ask Twilight about the geography of Fillydelphia -- allegedly going there for a competition she had been invited only the night before --, Thunderlane didn't buy it for a nanosecond, but pretended that he did.

Also, when he had accidentally bumped into Rainbow Dash changing herself, he could have sworn that the nipple of Dash' left boob had a piece of cotton in the middle, but, due to the speed of Dash in shooing him away, Thunderlane could not be completely sure.

There was definitely something fishy about it all. Who knows what things had happened to her, in Twilight's castle? Or maybe the cause for her lies was due to an event that happened to her last night?

His mind with Rainbow Dash, Thunderlane didn’t bother looking where he was going. After all he knew his way around his hometown, and it would have been a bad sign if it were otherwise. He took a shortcut through a small back alley, failing to notice he was completely alone, even if normally, every street in Ponyville had somebody going in there, even at the wee hours of the morning.

His walk was abruptly stopped when he hit something face-first, the sound of a small electrical discharge going off. Thunderlane held his muzzle, banding over and groaning in pain.

"Ugh, I should've been more careful, so that I don't bump agai-" he stopped himself mid-sentence when he saw that there was no apparent wall in fornt of him, only a backstreet alley with some overfilled trashcans and a half-broken street lamp.

Carefully, Thunderlane moved his arm in front of him. Judging from the feeling of something smooth and cold over his fingers and yet another weak sound of electrical discharge, there was really some kind of barrier in front of him.

"What is this? and what is going on?" He said, rubbing his fingers against this barrier, and discovering that the barrier seemingly ended where the walls of the surrounding houses started.

"I don't know what is this, but I don't like it one bit," he said, turning around towards the way it came inside the alley "let's get out of here."

However, as soon as he turned, he slammed against another barrier, making him flutter his wings and hold his muzzle in pain again. as he was going to collapse, he felt something behind his back that made keep an upright stance, an electric sound yet again hitting Thunderlane's ears. Turning around, he still saw that apparently nothing -- at least, nothing visible -- was actually holding him up.

"Whoever are you, let me out of here!" He said, the invisible walls giving him very little space for even turning around, his attempts to separate the two walls with the strength of his arms only making him feel like a mime, but with more actual walls and less creepy make-up.

"Get off me, get off me, get off me!" He muttered to himself and at whatever was creating the barriers, pushing with his arms and hooves, fighting for get a measly centimeter of additional space, his wings fluttering but being compressed against back without effort.

With his eyes in front of him and squinting for concentration, Thunderlane didn't realize that something else was now pressing against his hair and head, thusly creating an actual, elevator-like, cubicle.

Whereas he was still attempting to free himself, Thunderlane felt a loud whoosh accompanied by the sensation of air pressing against the body due to speed, which made him stop immediately.

"What the heck is goin' on here?" He said, as he looked at his surroundings, seeing that he was now above the houses' roofs, and that he was leaving them behind rapidly, as if he was inside a giant cannon that was going to shoot him out into the orbit. Thunderlane, almost panicking and confused, tried one last time to free himself up, before looking up

He saw something shaped like a crescent hovering about. It didn't take long to Thunderlane for understand that he was approaching (better yet, being brought into) a spaceship, which was floating just above the clouds. The dark gray metal of the spacecraft didn't shine in the moonlight, but the purple glows coming out from some oval-shaped lights all around the circumference -- combined with the speed at which he was approaching the spaceship now -- were sufficient for Thunderlane to see the rest of the structure properly.

Despite the apparent elegant shape of the alien spaceship, underneath the chassis there were several lines of cube-shaped objects, connected by visible corridors between them. Thunderlane could see a couple of these cubicles having big windows in places, but, due to them being closed by some kind of shutter not too different from one of a closed store, he could not see inside them, which brought Thunderlane right back to the elevator's speed, as it was decreasing gradually.

"This is one funny way to abduct a pony," Thunderlane grunted at his predicament, the invisible cubicle getting closer and closer to one of the cubes underneath the much sleekier chassis "close an invisible wall around them, then shoot them up the sky. I wonder how many ponies have died of hearth attack by captured this way."

As he said that, he realized that the invisible elevator had just stopped shy of few centimeters from a hole in a cube's floor, where there was one of those purple lights. Since the elevator's floor felt pushing up, Thunderlane groaned and grabbed the hole's hedge, before pulling himself up.

A strong sound of something powered by electricity and the sound of the hole closing down with a mechanical roar signaled that Thunderlane could move around freely now.

The inside was completely seamless, completely made out of a shiny, silvery metal. Aside from the closed hole and a closed metal sliding door, weren’t any other apertures, and the lights were just cuneiform dots on the ceiling. However, the room wasn't completely empty.

In the middle of the room, there were four slim metal columns that went from ceiling to floor. In the spac between columns, there was a tall and wide rectangular object, whose presence of flickering and inactive lights, coupled with some indicators written in an angular and unreadable calligraphy, suggested its use as piece of machinery. At the opposite side of that object, there was a transparent glass wall.

"I don't know what is that, and I don't think it will free me up," he said, rushing for the sliding door and trying to grab the edges for try to forcefully break it, be it because he was going to tear it off its slot or because he found a way to destroy the lock by following the door's direction when opening it.

"No measly door is gonna stop me, you otherworldly piece of crap!" Thudnerlane said, pushing downwards, the door squeaking and starting to fold under Thunderlane's powerful arms.

A synthetic voice came from somewhere.

The male will cease attempts to escape IMMEDIATELY.

"Not a single chance here, not on this Earth!"

This was Thunderlane's angered response at the voice, as he pushed again, almost crushing the door down fully in the process. Alas for him, before he could make an opening big enough to pass inside, he felt a snapping sound, followed by an intense burning sensation in his neck. Jerking his head around, Thudnerlane saw something tentacle-shaped retreating back in the ceiling at absurd speed, as the pain in his neck grew and he felt his eyelids getting heavy.

Subject sedation activated.

Thunderlane quickly started to mess around the point where the pain came from, until he managed to grasp onto something metallic and cold jabbed into his neck.

"Sounds like a sleeping dart," he muttered to himself, as he quickly extracted the object -- which he found heavier than expected -- with a plopping sound and a small pinch in the entrance point. Once he moved his hands back in front of him, he saw a long shiny metallic tube with a long thin needle, which was stained with some blood and was dripping with a green liquid.

"Oh, for fuck's sake..." he said, as his strength felt waning and his mind slowly lost coherence "this was really a sleepin-"

With a loud thump, he slumped onto the floor asleep and started snoring lightly.

The next thing that Thunderlane felt, once his consciousness was back up, some something cold grabbing the base of his tail, while also grabbing something else entirely nearby.

This act alone was sufficient to make Thunderlane try to turn around and see what was going on. Alas, his neck could not turn around because, as he could see thanks to his now-wide open eyes, his neck and his hands were kept into place by what it looked like a metal pillory painted bright red. As he tried to move his hooves, he hears a metallic squeak, as his hooves felt suspended in the air.

"Damn it," he muttered to himself, as he shook again, the chains colliding between themselves and making jingles as they clashed between themselves or against a metal wall nearby "I'm hanging up like some kind of ham!"

The male will stop struggling a look in front of itself.

Thunderlane felt a strong desire to defy the machine's operator. Oh, if he did wish it with all his hearth. But he was stuck in that position, leaving him no choice but obey.

"I'm going get my revenge as soon as I find a way to find you, slimy bastard," he said looking in front of himself. He saw a still-off screen hanging by a large column that blocked most of Thunderlane's field of vision, along with two large holes that seemingly lead to nothing.

Thunderlane let out a little grunt. "Are you going to start up this crap or not, you abducting asshole?"

This seemingly sent the operator over the edge because, after several hisses resembling the one of a distressed snake, the robotic voice spoke again.

Proceeding with subject's verbalization."

Thunderlane shook himself pointlessly one last time.

"No you wo-"

He was interrupted immediately, as a red ball with black strings was shot directly in his mouth from one of the holes in front of him, and two sleek robotic arms tied the strings behind his nape. He could only grunt in surprise, once the ball gag had been set in such way, as he didn't quite get what happened, but, when he did, he glared at the screen and grunted loudly his disapproval.

The screen flickered on, and started showing an image of what, Thunderlane assumed, was his sheath, with two arms holding up two halves of a ring, while another one held up what looked like a thin black drinking straw, but with a succession of colors between yellow and red in certain spots. He could also notice a purple brush resting against his nut sack.

With a whirr, the brush on Thunderlane's balls started to move softly and nicely. Thunderlane saw, and indeed felt, his penis rising out of his sheath slowly and calmly, its throbbing nice and regular and its rise accompanied by him slightly moaning in appreciation, as the brushing continued.

Once Thunderlane's cock in all his fifteen centimeters glory was fully out, the brush slowly stopped rubbing his nuts, too much of Thunderlane's disappointment, while the mechanical arms with the two halves of a ring positioned themselves at the top of the sheath. The closure, which made Thunderlane's cock swell up, felt as if some strong mare -- if not outright one with an amazon-like physique -- was squeezing his dick for get a good grip for a hand job, which made Thunderlane give up a drop of precum and hiss in anticipation.

However, once he noticed from the screen that the drinking straw look-alike was moving towards the tip of his penis, thinking that it was aiming for his urethra, and remembering the time he had gotten some urethral sounding for locate and allow the passage of some kidney stones -- which of course caused him a lot of pain -- he felt all his anticipation for a good sex session to die out, and a desperate desire to shut off his dick.

He mumbled behind his ball gag, managing to only bite and droll against it. Quickly realizing this, instead of keep biting onto the red plastic ball of oral obstruction, Thunderlane tried to go for another, less verbal approach, by shaking around violently, jingling his chains around and almost destroying the grip that the ring had over his penis, even if he clearly felt his rod being compressed and squeezed tightly, which made him wince.

Proceeding to apply punishment onto subject!

Thunderlane pretended that he didn't hear the metallic voice, focusing in freein his dick from the ring, as pain as it was to do so, so that the alien could not try to give him an urethral sounding. He moved left, and the associated ring half tired to squeeze it back in place. He shook right, and the other half did the same for that side.

After a bit of struggle and genital torture, in which Thunderlane almost managed to break free at the expense of his comfort and, likely, his ability to piss for the next five hours, he felt a thunderous machine's roar, followed by a powerful swat on his muscle-bound ass.

Thudnerlane froze into place and bit on the ball while his face reddened a bit. The swat was strong enough to make him wish to rub it, while also sending some vibrations of the aftershock against his testicles to make them vibrate pleasantly. On top of that, a long time had passed since the last time Thunderlane had been spanked, and it hadn't been enjoyable for him in any shape or form, which only made his cautious appreciation of it in context even more confusing to himself.

His thoughts were cut off when another powerful swat on the butt followed. Thunderlane yelped again, letting out a small tear, not noticing that the sounding probe was getting closer to his cock's helmet slowly.

Another swat followed shortly after, and before he had time to react, the next smack hit him on the rump. But it wasn't over yet, because yet another one followed, and then another one, and then another one... in short the paddling didn’t stop, tormenting Thunderlane's butt one hit very shortly after another.

The pain closely united with pleasure given out of the spanking was strong enough to make Thunderlane failed to notice that, by then the sounding probe had already infiltrated itself inside his wet helmet oozing with precum and a couple of drops of actual semen.

The paddle stated to give out slower and rare spanks, until it stopped completely. By the end of it, Thunderlane felt aroused and horny once more. He tried to say something to the effect of "Bring it on!" but the ball gag a his lust made it hard for him, thus limiting him to a copious expenditure of drool, a grunt and a series of nasal whines of appreciation.

The machine's controller obliged. The sounding probe started to vibrate delicately, as it went down Thunderlane's urethra, going all the way through it, almost getting inside Thunderlane's actual body, and he squirmed around uncomfortably as the probe did that, but didn't struggle with as much strength as before.

The vibrations spread beyond the canal the probe had been placed into, going towards his prostate, his testicles and, ultimately, up his spine to his brain, which sent him in a powerful mindless pleasure. The probe went deeper, expanding the canal, and Thunderlane just moaned in appreciation, as in the spermatic canal a gentle trickle of cum exited, hitting the floor and forming a white puddle.

The probe then did the inverse motion, which, while producing the same vibrations, felt less nice to Thunderlane, due to being used to it by now.

Once the probe was fully out, Thunderlane sighed, feeling a bit tired out by the experience. However, his horniness and desire to keep going was still up. He just needed a few seconds -- or minutes -- of pause, before going back to satisfy his lust. The screen went offline with a "boing" and, with a sound of steam being expelled, the dick ring broke off, allowing Thunderlane's genitalia to go limp a slowly go back inside.

The operator event went as far as to untie the ball gag, and set a hose-sized tube -- which was dropped from the ceiling -- inside Thunderlane's mouth, who didn't even struggle.

Once Thunderlane had his pause and had been served with sparkling water -- which however tasted a bit funny and kept fizzing even when it reached his stomach and stopping only after going beyond it -- served by a transparent hose-sized tube what was set in his mouth. Being abducted, after the first moments of panic, wasn't so awful after all, more like "weird but titillating." Sure, he was still pissed that the alien had abducted him, but his mind was already working on ignoring that part to concentrate on the free sexual pleasure the extraterrestrial was giving out.

"Aaaw yeah, that's the stuff," he said, sucking away the last drops of the water, trying to ignore the bittersweet taste the water had. When this was done, the tube quickly retreated from his mouth into the ceiling whence it came from.

"What's next?" Thunderlane asked to the screen. As soon as he asked that, the screen came to life again, and, this time, it was split in two halves. In one, his cock had disappeared, as it had retreated in the sheath during the pause, and, instead of the ring, the arms were holding something looking like a condom, but clearly made in hard plastic and with a wide transparent green tube at the other end of it, and it was attached to a squeezebox-like brown contraption. On the other side of the screen, on the foreground, there was a cyan pussy, which had some drops of mare juices coming out from it.

Thunderlane blushed, as he guessed that the vagina that was seeing in all its glory on that part of the screen was Rainbow Dash's.

"I hope she won't mind it," he muttered to himself, blushing again "always kinda wanted to try her out."

The sheer thought of Rainbow Dash's privates and his wish to get a grip on those more closely was enough to make Thunderlane's magnificent stick come out spontaneously from the sheath. The arms set the contraption onto his rising cock, while he kept starting and having fantasies about Rainbow Dash.

Thunderlane could notice all of this going on, both thanks to the screen and thanks to the feeling of the folds of the contraption brushing delicately against his penis and, finally, his tip hitting the end of the transparent plastic shell. He didn't mind, in fact making him moan a little as the machine was set up for his pleasure.

When his eyes went back to the screen, he saw two mechanical arms spreading Dash's labia, revealing her clitoris, the main prize and the urethra, all at the same time. Shortly after, transparent tubes were inserted up her vagina, which made "Dash" squirm around, in turn arousing Thunderlane, who imagined replace those tubes with his dick. His penis started to drip with precum that quickly slid down the plastic shell onto the floor underneath.

Then a gentle sucking motion ensued. Thunderlane bit his lip and grunted in appreciation. The sucking motion then got faster and faster, almost causing Thunderlane's penis to stretch even further, as cum was expelled from his penis, to be then collected by the tube and shot right up the mare's vagina.

At the sight of that, Thunderlane exploded, getting an orgasm and producing what looked like liters upon liters of the stuff, which was accurately put inside Dash's vagina, which also started to drip, mare liquids mingled with cum.

He was still producing and expelling life's seed, stimulated by the sucking and his arousal fueled by the images transmitted to him by the screen. A brush on his testicles, just as he was going to calm down, made him orgasm one last time, before passing out cold.