Sometimes I wonder what happens while I’m unconscious. I do catch a few words moments after everything goes dark, but then I hear nothing and I have no idea how long time passes until I wake up. Like the time I was knocked out by that bunny when I first arrived or the time Rainbow Dash didn't give a flying feather and slammed right into me at full speed.

Currently, I have no idea where my body is being held. The last thing I recall is seeing Spitfire appearing from nowhere and fighting off every mare she could find. I felt drained after an experience like that.

Oh shit… I cheated on Octavia. Only a few hours and I already got in bed with another mare. Can it get any worse?

“Take this you piece of shit.”

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I held my hooves against it. I looked down at what was causing me that pain. I see small digits sticking out of my...hooves? Wait. These are hands… and they’re covered in a red liquid.

I looked to see the rest of me. I see clothing on me. I’m human again? Was I ever human to begin with? But How?

I don’t get to admire myself much longer because another sharp pain hits me on the side of my chest.

I fall down on my knees. I looked up at my assailant. He’s holding a knife, it's covered in the same red liquid.

All of a sudden it becomes harder to breathe. I struggle to get air into my lunges. My assailant looks at me in disappointment and walks off. Leaving me alone.

Where am I?

I felt myself coming back to my senses, slowly but surely. My vision was a bit blurry as I couldn’t see my surroundings properly. Everything looked smeared. My entire body felt numb for some reason. I tried to move my legs around, but I didn’t feel anything. I hoped my legs were in a position so that my blood wasn’t circulating and not something else.

I squinted my eyes. I could make out a yellow smudge moving in front of me. It wouldn’t take a detective to figure out who it was. What other gold-yellow colored pegasus would be here with me?

My vision shifted a few times. I couldn’t feel it, but I assumed that my head was being moved around. Spitfire was obviously trying to remove my mask but was having trouble doing it.

Then a weird sensation travels through my body and a loud pop and ringing follow. I heard Spitfire having an aha moment then a full-on victory laugh. Then soon after, my vision sharpened right up. The world around me becomes crystal clear. Even though it was behind the lends of the helmet.

I then felt my face feel loose after being squeezed by the helmet after so long. It didn’t come off but it was loose enough that it could wiggle around a bit.

Then all of a sudden I felt like I was run over by a carriage, then by a couple of earth ponies, and then a piano landing on me for comedic effect. I know because all of these things happened to me at some point or another. Now it really felt that I could not move at all.

“Almost got it!” I heard Spitfire say. "These are not easy to use."

I heard the sound of a metallic object clanking. It was making contact with my helmet as my left ear was next to it. I wanted to ask what exactly Spitfire was doing, but the pain of being run over and crushed stopped me from doing so.

“Now… here?” She said before hearing the sound of mechanical parts moving.

I could feel the air around me finally make contact with my fur. My mane was finally free as it makes a slight pop noise springing back into its original shape. I shift to sit up but then I then realize that I’m on my back and tied to a bed.

“How are you feeling?” Spitfire asked.

I looked up at her. The pain was slowly disappearing. She had a metallic object that resembled a hand on her right hoof. It retracted into what resembled an arm bracer.

What’s going on?

She smiled at me. I felt a cold shudder journey throughout my body. Her smile had no malicious intent behind it. No, it was a genuine smile. And that's what scared me.

“I bet you’re wondering how I got that thing off.” She said.

Silver Dusk and Gray Mist?

“Those two other mares.” She said in disgust. “They let me borrow this after some ‘convincing’.” She said referring to the bracer on her right foreleg.

Wait. The helmet is off. I can get out of here now! I quickly focussed on where I wanted to be, but nothing happened. I tried again, but with no luck. I was still in the room.

Spitfire noticed my struggle and giggled. She reached over to a nightstand and grabbed a hand mirror. “This might help explain.” She showed me my reflection. I didn’t see anything wrong with me. Until I noticed that I didn’t have my scarf. I then felt naked.

Instead of my scarf being wrapped around my neck, there was a small black ring around it instead. It blends into my fur color for the most part. There were red crystals on it. It would be considered to be fancy jewelry for anypony who took a quick glance.

I don't like it.

“They said this will disable your ability to teleport in this setting, but that’s it,” Spitfire explained.

How do you know this and why didn’t Silver and Gray just use this in the first place? Wait, setting!?

Having an entire helmet to severely dampen my magic to the point that I was defenseless as a foal was going too far. And now this thing has different settings?

“Now, shall we get this date going?”

I looked at her in confusion. What was she talking about? I just woke up and I… oh no.

I looked around the entire room. It quickly became obvious that this was her room. On one side of the room, there were medals hanging around, a bunch of trophies, newspaper clippings of her receiving them. On another wall, there was a bunch of her wonderbolts stuff. And in a corner, there was some sort of makeshift shrine full of pictures of… me.

Oh, buck me.

Spitfire pulled my face towards hers and planted her lips on mine. I felt her tongue invade my mouth. She tried to pry my teeth apart to get in deeper, but I held shut. She got ticked off by this as she pushed her face harder into mine and to the point that her teeth were crashing into mine.

The pain of having out faced scrunched upon each other was getting to me and it didn’t look like she was going to stop unless I let her in. When I made the slightest opening between my teeth she forced her tongue through it and forced me to fully open for her to get in entirely. I felt her making contact with my own tongue. she began to play with it.

What felt like hours ended up being a few minutes as she finally pulled away. We both were gasping for air.

“You know? Let’s skip right to the fun stuff.” She said and pinned me down to the bed.

My stallionhood was already out in its full glory. Spitfire looked at it with hungry eyes.

“Ahem.” I hear a voice coming from my left.

Spitfire grew an annoyed look on her face. I looked at where the voice came from. My eyes shrank as I saw who it was. A familiar silver and gray-colored ponies.

“You said that you wouldn’t start without us,” Gray said irritated. “That was our agreement, correct?”

I heard a small grunt from Spitfire.

Wait? WHAT?

Silver and Gray both looked at me and grinned. I looked back and forth between the three. Spitfire sighed and waved the two over.

So, not only was Spitfire here but now these two have entered the picture. With them, my chances of escaping have decreased significantly.

Spitfire proceeded to gobble up my stallionhood. Her lips traveled all the way down to the base of my stallionhood. She didn't even stop when I felt myself hitting the back of her throat. Instead, she forced herself to take it all in. I could feel every movement of her tongue against me. Whether it went up, down, left, right, sideways, all of it. I felt completely different from when Octavia did it.

Silver and Gray teleported to each side of me. I looked at one then the other in glances. They both nodded to each other. My ears folded back in response. They both leaned closer to me and planted their lips on my cheeks.

Okay… this isn’t so bad.

Good.

But then they both bit down on my neck, causing me to accidentally kick Spitfire, who was between my legs. I sent her flying across the room and ended up against the wall. I wanted to apologize to her, but both mares took advantage of my vacant stallionhood. They both start licking it from each side. When they reached the tip, their tongues momentarily touched. If I wasn’t being forced to do this I would be enjoying the show.

Spitfire gets up and shoots a glare at me. She makes her way back and looks at the two mares who have taken her spot. She then looks back at me and grins. She flys over the bed and lands above my chest. She doesn’t stop there as she turns around, I was given a view of her tender flanks, and shoves her marehood at me.

I take the hint and start diving my tongue in. Her wings become erect, while my own haven’t, and starts panting. I do this for about a few minutes until the pressure starts to become too much for my stallionhood. I burst my load, however, I cant see since my eyes are blocked my Spitfire’s anus. I wonder how it would feel in there?

The mares stare at each other, I think, I still can’t see, for a few moments before all getting off me. They line up and nod at each other.

“Well, its time for the main course.” Silver said as she started to mount me.

Just get on with it.

She lowers herself over my stallionhood and inserted it into her marehood.

Oh!? You’re really tight!

“Thanks! I hope you like it.” She giggles at the compliment.

It feels so tight in her. I might not last very long due to her tightness. I slide in and out multiple times, the act by now is nothing new, but something about her makes me want to just stay inside her. Oh no, am I enjoying this?

I eye Spitfire and Gray having a mare-on-mare action. Again, if I wasn’t forced to do this I would be enjoying the show. They were kissing passionately as they were taking their sweet time. They probably didn’t want to just wait around for their turn. Gray caught me looking, she looked at Spitfire and tilted her head in my direction. Spitfire stood up and flicked her tail to the side, giving me a full view of her winking marehood.

OH BUCK!

Forgetting that I was being ridden by Silver my stallionhood pulsed harder due to the sight and ended up orgasming. Silver yelled and moaned in pleasure as she was being filled.

She falls off with a large smile on her face. I could see some of my seed leaking out of her. I turned back to see the two previous mares looking like they were having a game of rock paper scissors with their wings.

I've never thought of using them like that.

Gray and Spitfire tied for the first two rounds with rock and paper. Until the third round where Gray won with scissors. She threw a hoof in the air in victory. Spitfire stuck out her tongue at her. Gray then made her way to me and placed herself over me.

“It’s about time we got busy with each other.” She said.

And like I said before, I not looking forward to it.

She grinned as she started to insert my stallionhood into her. "We'll see about that." While she was nowhere near as tight as Silver she still had a fair amount of pressure to me. She began to side me in and out of her in a steady rhythm.

She held me down in order to prevent me from escaping. She chuckled a bit as she knew she had me trapped. Even if I did get her off me there would be no way of escaping out of the room. Spitfire is still here, even though she's currently using the metal hand to finger herself, so she can still fly after me.

“You have no idea... how much I’ve waited for this.” She said in between breaths.

I’m sure I have a good idea.

“I’m starting to regret giving you this new helmet.” She said caressing her hoof on the helmet-turned-collar.

Wait! This is a different one?

“Yeah, there was too much magic restriction on the other one, but this one can switch between different modes.” She explained while jumping up and down on me. It was weird, to be honest. She’s riding me while having a casual conversation with me. Kind of a mood killer.

Then, as if an internal switch flipped, she started to moan really loudly. Her wings became so erect that if any attempt to fold them would probably cause some muscle damage. She fell on top of me as she lost strength in her front legs to hold me down and her up.

I could feel the beat of her heart against my chest. It was going pretty fast, as well as her breathing. Her moans were really getting louder. Her flanks moving faster with every second passing by.

“Gah… ah ah, I’m so close.”

Already?

This is rape, I'm not even supposed to enjoy this, and if I somehow feel disappointed, then that’s saying something.

I soon start to feel my orgasm closing in. She's thrusting her rump against me at incredible speeds. This brought both of us closer to our climax. My stallion hood started to feel like it was burning.

With one final push, we both let out our moans of pleasure. Only that mine lasted less than a second because it still hurt to make any sound using my throat.

Like Silver, she slumped and then fell into a deep sleep. The same smile plastered on her face.

Without a second to lose, Spitfire tackled me off the bed. We both landed on the floor. She held me down. Her expression told me that she was done waiting.

“Ready?” She asked. Even though it wouldn’t matter what I said.

I was once again placed on my back and was mounted. Why do all the mares like to be on top? Her hooves were fumbling a bit trying to guide my stallionhood to her entrance. It missed a couple of times as it slipped as she was drenched down there.

“Shit… come on! Get in there!” She grunted in frustration.

This went on for a few minutes to the point that I was starting to become soft. Her face grew more and more frustrated. She looked like she was about to throw a fit. In fact, she was getting ready to do so.

She raised her hooves in the air ready to strike down. Unfortunately for me, I was under her.

Wait! No, don’t.

They came down, but then they quickly stopped halfway. She was staring at the metal bracer on her front right leg. A smile came across her face. The bracer suddenly extended and took the form of a hand.

“Oh… no,” I said.

“Oh yes!"

She then grabbed my stallion hood and started to give me a handjob to get me hard again. The hand was cold due to it being made of metal. I expected it to be painful, but due to Spitfire using it to pleasure herself it was lubricated. Once it was, she held my stallionhood in place while she lowered herself.

It felt really warm inside her. And I mean really warm, perhaps too warm. She started to slide my stallionhood in and out. The friction just increased the temperature inside her.

“You like that big boy?” She teased.

“Yes…” I slipped out.

Wait! What? I just admitted out loud that I was enjoying this. I tried to deny it, but I was giving in to the pleasure. Her insides just felt so good. I wanted to stay inside her forever.

But the only thing that was bothering me was that during these buck sessions, was that I was not in control. I was always the one being dominated. It was really hurting my pride as a male.

“Not... this time,” I said just before gathering my strength to push her on HER back.

She was surprised, to say the least, but when she realized that I wasn’t trying to escape, she grinned. Now I was the one in charge. I held onto her hind legs and used them as leverage as I started thrusting.

“Gah!”

Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. I slammed my horse cock as hard as I could. The heat coming from her felt like I should have been burning my dick off, but I guess what little magic I had was preventing it from doing so.

In fact, I was smelling something burning. I looked and saw that the carpet she was on was starting to smoke.

Oh shit! I thought she was named after the plane, not because she could cause an actual fire!

I thought of pulling out and moving us off from the carpet, but then her hind legs wrapped themselves around me, preventing me from doing so. With the use of her legs, she forced me to keep moving.

“You’re not going anywhere, private!!!” She yelled in a commanding voice.

Her face was full of determination. She wanted me and she wanted me badly. The heat from her was becoming more intense. The amount of smoke coming under her was increasing.

“COME ON! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!” She yelled, which only raised the temperature even more.

Pleasure and heat were starting to become too much for me. If I kept going like this, she'd definitely start a fire. So, with one final thrust, I let whatever I had in me fill her womb.

“YESSSS!!!” She yelled as she came.

Her heavy breaths lightened up and she soon fell asleep. The smoke that was under her subsided. She laid there without a care in the world.

I stood there pondering on these past events. I just had sex with a bunch of mares who I wasn’t even in a relationship with, and now I’m most likely going to be a father to a bunch of fillies.

Touching the collar on my neck, I thought of various ways to get it off. Spitfire should have some tools laying around. Right?

Darting my eyes around the room looking for something useful. I saw the same trophies from earlier, the creepy shrine, and now the three mares sleeping. There was nothing here.

I walked towards the door and grabbed the door handle. Then I forgot that I have hooves and not hands, so it just slid right off.

I need a hand. I’m really starting to miss my hands.

Wait. A hand. I quickly made my way back to Spitfire, who was still sleeping and held her right front leg between my hooves. The metal bracer was right there. She used it to transform my helmet into this ridiculous collar. My magic was mostly freed but not completely.

I pulled on it. It would not budge. I used my hind legs to hold the end of Spitfire’s leg and pulled.

Come on. Get off of there you bit-

*POP*

I tumbled backward into the wall. I shot right up, realizing that, that noise might have woken the mares up. But they were still asleep.

Relaxing I took a look at the object in my hooves. It looked like a simple arm bracer. It was cylindrical shaped and had a metallic finish. Despite looking like metal, it didn’t weigh much.

There was a mirror in the corner of the room. I made my way over. There I got a better look at my collar. It was black with red jewels, they had a faint glow. So far it looked like nothing but a fancy dog collar. Then, on the left part of the collar, I spotted five small holes.

I then held the bracer and slid it over my left hoof. Or so I wished it did. I dropped it a few times before I finally got it on.

Now how does it-

*CLANK*

...work?

Without a second to spare I placed all five fingers into a hole (In the collar, not anywhere else). I heard a click and the collar expanded and my head was covered in the helmet again. Angry at myself I started again, the holes moved over to the side of the helmet. This time put four fingers. The helmet opened so that my mane was free.

Okay, not bad. How about three?

Then it retracted further so that the upper half of my face was showing. It looked like I was wearing a mouth mask. If I was in some post-apocalyptic desert world it would suit me. Not wanting to waste more time I placed two fingers. And the mouth mask turned back into the collar.

Back to where I started.

I took a deep breath and placed in one finger. The red jewels that had a soft glow dimmed out. Then I felt a rush of energy throughout my body. I smiled knowing what it was.

I looked back at the mares snoozing away. I looked at my new best friend before teleporting out of there.

When I opened my eyes I was greeted to a mess. There were sheets of music all over the floor, tables and chairs knocked over, and Vinyl was lodged into the ceiling by her horn.

“About time ya got here,” Vinyl spoke as if nothing was wrong.

“What… happened?” I asked.

“Did ya become somepony’s pet?” she said seeing the collar around my neck.

Fuck you.

Author's Note

This took a while. Because of writer's block and college.

I hoped you enjoyed.