Red and Black 2

The first thing that registered in the triceratops' mind was a set of muted voices, whispering about things that eluded him. His eyelids cracked open, only to slam shut as bright light shined in his face. A burning pain came from his sides, a dull throb at first, but gradually intensified as the seconds ticked by. Triceratops could only feel the ropes binding his limbs and wings to the wooden table that forced him to completely lie down, exposing his belly and chest to the sky.

"Wait, she was in the pony-zebra conflict?" one voice of a masculine sort asked. The triceratops opened his eyes slowly, keeping them squinted as a hazy white still obscured his vision.

"Yeah, Trigger. She was one of my patients, too. A zebra clubbed her upside the head," another replied in earnest. The triceratops' ears twitched as a faint shuffling reached them, acting in tandem with the voices.

A third spoke up, this one feminine in nature, "And he patched me up, drugged my ass with painkillers, and kept me out of the battlefield until I was in tip-top condition."

“... And then you were sent right back in, if I remember correctly,” the second masculine voice faded in and laughed, followed by a small, feminine chuckle.

"Yeah, but only because an alicorn-zebra decided to piledrive my ass in front of Celestia and everybody. Now that I dwell on it, I think that's why she ordered the round-up of ponies like what we have here," the feminine voice stated, chuckling again.

"In front of Celestia?? How stupid was that jackoff?" a third male voice asked.

"His dick was bent well before it entered my poopchute. He could not get it in," the female replied with a keening laugh. "And it was one inch in length, and the size of a pen in diameter too—when he did get it in, I couldn't feel a thing!"

“Holy shit. Hold on, what were you doing in Celestia’s court, exactly?” the second male voice asked.

"On trial for war crimes I didn't commit," the female scoffed coldly. "And bent-dick, the true perpetrator, went and revealed himself and got fried. What else do you want from me, a blowjob?"

“Actually, that does sound nice right about now,” a third male voice joked in a Trottingham accent, causing the other three speakers to erupt in laughter.

"Speaking of which, I think Four Wings is waking up," the female started, causing the triceratops to open his eyes fully. Immediately, he shrank as the first thing to greet him in this waking world was a thick dark violet horsedick, at least as large as his hoof and already dripping with pre. "Open up!" the voice shrieked, and the monstrosity had no time to act or look up at the owner of the cock as it slapped him across the face.

"Dammit, don't you know who I am?!" the triceratops yelled in fury as he felt precum get smeared on his face. He turned his head to glare at his assaulter, only to get slapped on the other cheek by the dong. His horns began glowing with a rainbow light, matching his mane. "I am Spectra Aura, the Element of Badassery! You will cease—" Spectra didn't get the chance to finish as the cock was jammed into his mouth and pushed forward, quickly clogging his throat as a feminine grunt hit his ears.

He averted his eyes and gaped at the sight of Ember leering down at him with an ominous grin plastered onto her face. Her third eye blinked at Spectra, rising up and down with the rest of her chest as ragged breaths left her mouth. "Fuck shit damn, you're a tight one. Soft as silk, too," she cooed.

Spectra gagged loudly as he writhed against his bonds. He attempted to break free from sheer force alone, but ultimately could not peel himself off of the splintery, old table he found himself being raped upon.

“Say Ember, how’d you find this place?” the first masculine voice from earlier, Trigger, asked as he watched the futa mare orally destroy Spectra.

"This shithole?" Ember breathed, shooting a glance over her shoulder to three unicorns as her hips began moving. "Long story," she replied, moaning as Spectra continued to struggle, unwittingly driving waves of pleasure through her log of meat. "O-ooh. keep doing that," she sighed.

Patient peered around the darkened basement they found themselves in; boxes of tools, industrial equipment, and dusty tables littered the cool, dark, damp room.

“Yeah, an abandoned factory’ll work for our place of operations. At least once we clear Ponyville of these worms,” the nurse murmured as he picked up a nearby manual boring tool, just before a long and wanton moan had his attention snagged. He turned to Ember, her muzzle pointing at the ceiling and face dusted with crimson, and caught sight of her tail lifting with her ballsack twitching violently.

A series of gurgling gulps escaped Spectra's filled throat, and he gasped for air as the mare-cock slid out of his face. He tried blinking, but magic held his eyelids open as Ember shot her load into them, immediately blinding him with another volley of pure white and a fresh wave of pain.

“Oh god!” Distrance giggled through his teeth as Spectra cried out in agony.

"She came in his eyes!" Trigger howled, slapping a front hoof on his back leg as Ember hopped off of the tied triceratops, a sated smile on her face and her dick going limp.

“I know he hated that! Colgate absolutely cannot stand when I do that to her,” Patient laughed heartily.

“By the way, didn’t you two move in together recently?” Distrance asked.

“Yeah, about three days ago. Woke up to one of these assholes pullin’ his pud over a loaf of bread,” the battlefield nurse blew air from his lips.

"Look, he's hard!" Ember cheered, catching the attention of the stallions again. She pointed a tentacle at Spectra's crotch with a giddy grin, where a surprisingly below average-sized dick poked out of its sheath and stood proudly to attention.

Spectra cleared his lungs, spitting up hefty mouthfuls of cum. He took a moment to stop hacking, though, and spluttered out, "You bitch! Why did you make me drink that foul mixture?! It tasted salty, like my brother's ass!"

Ember burst out laughing, holding a front hoof to her stomach as she guffawed. As soon as she calmed down, she replied heartily, "Please, deary, that was just a warm-up. None of us are done yet."

Patient trotted to the other side of the bound cretin and brought the boring tool with him. He gently placed the sharp end of the tool onto the soft part of the flesh behind Spectra’s front left hoof, and began to twist the tool very quickly. The tool went to digging into the soft flesh behind the hoof. Spectra’s howls of sheer agony almost split eardrums as he tugged in vain at his tight bonds, causing his flesh to further rub and tear.

Once the boring tool was inserted and bored as deep as it can go, Patient violently yanked the tool out from the hole, bringing out chunks of flesh and fragments of bone with. Spectra screamed, turning to the yellow unicorn with all three horns aglow.

“Why, why, why in the fuck is this guy liking this shit? He’s getting a horn-on,” Trigger pointed out as Spectra shook and thrashed violently at the table, splintering his skin as he writhed. He trotted up and prodded at the small penis of the abomination with a hoof, grinning as a river of pre oozed out in response.

“Well, I know one thing, that penis is coming off.” Trigger grimaced and picked up a pair of nearby gardening shears from one of the boxes that lined the cold, concrete walls.

Using a bright blue aura, the unicorn slowly moved the tool over towards Spectra’s throbbing member...

"Wait! I have an idea!" Ember cried out, trotting to Spectra with her horn glowing. From a flash of light appeared a funnel and hot sauce bottle in her tentacles.

“... No… no… no… you aren’t!” Patient began to sputter with giggles. “Fuckin’ really, Embie?”

"We're gonna make a new hole anyway just tearing the little wang off, but let me have a little more fun before said wang goes out the nearest window," Ember replied, a devious grin on her face.