Whorses for Sale: Inquire Within. Starting Price: 3000 Credits

by Jsyrin

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Romance, Original Character, Science Fiction, Comedy, Princess Celestia, Sex, Anthro, Main 6, Princess Luna
Length: 3140

Slutty aliens invade Equestria and sell its inhabitants as sex slaves. This is extremely profitable, apparently. Who knew?

The intergalactic community at large is, without a doubt, generally of good moral quality by any standard. Uphold justice, defend the weak, donate to charity, that kind of thing. But, there is always a dark side to this, and though subtle, the darker side of the intergalactic community is quite a bit more... salacious... than most would like to believe.

Enter the Fylomorphs, a race of beings that are exclusively bred to be the best prostitutes, escorts, and ladies of the night they can be. And, as it turns out, they are also wonderful at creating sex slaves out of other races.

This is what happens when they come to Equestria.

Warning: tentacles, futanari, multiple penetration, extreme penetration, mindbreak, public sex, public use, bimboification, breast expansion, and much, much more

Created as an entry for Megapone's Fetish Fanfic Fapstravaganza (And no, I don't know why I did this I just had to)

Published 2016-07-25 18:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-07-25 18:00:01 UTC

Prologue

Equestria.

A large country taking up an approximate 1/9th of the total landmass present on the planet of Equus. The planet itself, of course, was the standard pale blue dot suspended in a sunbeam, though perhaps in this case it was more the sun suspended in the resplendent magical aura that the planet itself gave off, what with the sun being barely a sixth of the total mass of the planet- just barely smaller than its moon, in fact.

But the planet itself is not the important bit here, no. The important bit is the native inhabitants of the planet, and its new visitors….

Upon the eve of the new Princess Flurry Heart’s birth, there was a meteor shower that spanned all of Equus and lit up the night sky in a seemingly endless shower of fiery streaks. Some might call this event quite natural- after all, aren’t deities and other quasi-deities or important figures supposed to be heralded by meteorological and astronomical events? (Celestia herself often remarked that her birth was heralded by an aurora that lasted for three days.)

However, this was no ordinary meteor shower, for the planet of Equus had recently come under the eye of the intergalactic community, specifically, the ever watchfully lustful eyes of the Fylomorph Queen and her nation of daughters and willing slaves. Thusly it came to pass that an advance fleet of hundreds of ships came raining down upon Equus in the form of meteors, burying themselves under the land with nary a whisper. Seven ships to each area for each race- the ponies, the griffons, the dragons, the changelings, the minotaurs, the zebras, the breezies, the Everfree, Tartarus, the seaponies, the monstrous lands- with seven thousand Fylomorphs per ship.

The Fylomorphs, as a whole, were nigh upon identical beings that, in some capacity, seemingly defied physics in their biological makeup. They came in many flavors, perhaps, but as a rule followed quite much of the same general designs, much like any other race. As a rule, every single Fylomorph resembled that of a human, female woman, though with ultra fine scales instead of soft skin- though many in the intergalactic community found Fylomorph scales to be even softer. Fylomorphs also have tails; long, slender appendages that serve to only enhance their genetic creed rather than provide balance like most tails. Upon their heads lay slightly domed, natural helmets that could be retracted to expose a head much like that of a normal human female, albeit, with strange eyes and hair colors. These helmets seemed somewhat like those of early Xenomorphs- indeed, though they would never admit it, it was the Xenomorphs’ genetic base that served as the Fylomorphs’ own genetic starting point. However, where Xenomorph heads are long and phallic, the fylomorphs are rather ironically not- their helmeted heads seem much more like chitinous teardrop shapes from the side, and rather simply seem like generic “space pilot” helmets from the front.

Not even the Queen knows why her race had those silly helmets even if they could somehow disappear into gods know where at the drop of a hat.

On a more practical note, the bodies of the Fylomorphs in general could be called tastefully nude, due to having a natural set of exceedingly skimpy (and semi-retractable) armor, which included vestigial extra arms to clamp over the breasts as a makeshift bikini top, and retractable pelvic plates to keep the illusion of genital modesty.

And, to a one, every Fylomorph is almost uncontrollably aroused almost all of the time. This factor makes them both the easiest lay in the intergalactic community, but also the most fetish accommodating race by far.

This, of course, also includes the exact fetish of sexual slavery.

Hive 1

Changeling Drone 1004B groaned as she awoke, the sound accompanying a slick, slimy noise as she shifted against the bonds holding her in place. A girlish giggle and words spoken in another language caused her to jolt awake and take in her surroundings and captors.

Black- not darkness, but the overall theme of shiny, organic, black. Much like that of the hive, but smoothly melding organic swirls with mechanical lines. Her captors were much the same, rows upon rows of buxom, voluptuous females, each with a strange helmet and barely there armor covering their bodies with nary a scrap of cloth in sight. The stench hit her a moment later; an overpowering musk that spoke of feminine arousal mixed with semen and countless other bodily fluids.

1004B felt light headed, her mouth dry, and her cheeks dusted by a faint lime green as her widened eyes finally took in the sight before her: A tall- even moreso than the others- curvy creature with a bust that defied all laws of nature in size and perkiness, with a shine that spoke of hours of oiling and tender care. A smirk fell upon ruby lips as the being in front of her spoke again, her melodic voice carrying an authority upon it much like that of the gently swaying, three foot long flaccid penis between her legs.

1004B audibly gulped when she saw the member- long, smooth, with a hint of a vein bulging here and there, and with a head tipped with a tripartite orifice that all but dripped and flooded over with copious amounts of musk and aphrodisiac. A pair of large, smooth, almost tennis ball sized testicles hung beneath the Penis- and 1004B couldn’t think of it without the capital P- and completed the package.

“El’tram eschtool…. Nereman elkra s’temaa?” the being asked, slowly kneeling in front of 1004B and placing her delicate, slender fingers upon 1004B’s bare, tiny by comparison, breasts. “D’roruvu allmeera shrimaaru~ Kriimalte fuillagalle~” ”Well well well…. What do we have here?” “Such a cute creature~ An excellent sex slave~”

1004B arched her back and struggled against her slimy, sticky bonds, trying to back away from the being’s touch to no avail. Against her will, a tiny moan escaped her lips as she inadvertently thrust her slim, chitin-covered chest into the palms of the creature so casually molesting her. Her nether lips grew hot and slick with arousal, the scent of it wafting through the air and causing the one molesting her to grin wide enough to show her pearly white teeth and gleaming fangs.

“On’no~? Ennralia erschtrenma kroaii reeemaaga~” it purred, penis twitching to life and springing to its full, erect length of four feet long. Thick veins throbbed and pulsed as precum drooled from its ovipositor tip, filling the air with the lewd sound of a strong heartbeat mixed in with a dizzying scent that clouded 1004B’s vision and seemed to turn the wetness betwixt her legs from a trickle to a gushing waterfall. Copious amounts of clear arousal spilled onto the smooth, glassy floor and 1004B’s sweet, black flower steamed in the cool, sensual environment. ”Oh ho~? The little bug responds so well to my touch~”

1004B mewled, head spinning and barely aware that her hands had been freed, her only conscious action being to jam three fingers from each hand into her sopping wet pussy and gape herself open as wide as she could. A gasp of pleasure accompanied her actions, the mad twitching of her inner walls exposing a cute, intact hymen and, under the guidance of her thumbs, the inside of her also twitching urethra. A momentary bit of effort with her pinkies gaped her anus open as well. Her clitoris throbbed almost painfully, begging for the sinful touch of this creature who looked so much like her, but worlds apart.

As if reading her mind, the beautiful creature in front of her allowed her glorious, ebony cock to slap down upon 1004B’s body, alien flesh impacting insectoid, flexible chitin with a loud, wet slap and caused flecks of precum to splash upon 1004B’s face and, unbeknownst to her, momentarily change her eye color from cyan to a vivid, lustful pink.

“F-for me, mistress~?” 1004B moaned, greedily sucking upon the tip of the creature’s penis with nigh upon religious fervor. “Thank you, mistress~ Your kindness means the world to this lowly slut~” 1004B moaned lewdly as she fellated the tip of the enormous penis, unable to even work her mouth around the tip such was its girth*.

“Alssaan, strummra~ Elkovvikra schtruul eirta malkorickra vuull~” the mistress praised 1004B, the flaps upon the end of her penis twitching open and engulfing 1004B’s lower face as a thick, smooth tentacle speared from within and writhed within 1004B’s mouth. Aphrodisiac spilled from the tentacle’s tip and poured down 1004B’s throat, increasing the intensity of her moans while her tongue stroked the tentacle’s length and head with the express intention of having it as far down her throat as physically possible. 1004B’s hands grasped her breasts- each one having swelled to the size of a volleyball sometime within the last few seconds- and worked them against the mistress’ shaft as if her life depended on it. ”Good work, slut~ Keep this up and I might just reward you~”

1004B was lost to the throes of ecstasy as the tentacle moved through her, smoothly sliding from throat to stomach to intestines until finally it erupted from her quivering anus in a shower of fluid. Taking a moment to flail around and tease 1004B’s sensitive backdoor, the tentacle then slid smoothly into her nether lips, spreading them apart and filling 1004B’s most private of places to the utter brim with its writhing, vinyl textured length.

A muffled scream tore out of 1004B’s throat, barely audible due to the tentacle in her mouth as she was mercilessly fucked and broken in all three holes. However, her ecstasy didn’t stop there, as the mistress’ tail came around and, using its tapered end to soften the impact, thrust directly into 1004B’s unprepared urethra and stretched it out to nearly impossible sizes.

With a vicious grin, the mistress’ back just about tore open as tentacles of all shapes and sizes writhed around 1004B and began kneading and prodding and stroking every erogenous zone she didn’t know she had. Slim, needle tipped tendrils penetrated the depths of her ears and directly into her brain, filling her head with an ice cold spike of pure lust and eating her conscious mind away into a cum hungry, perpetually horny slut. Thick, claw tipped tentacles latched onto her nipples and began suctioning out milk, much to her own faint surprise- but then again, why wouldn’t she produce milk for her mistress? Mistress must have what she wishes, right?

Such thoughts were driven from her mind as another thin tendril wound around her sensitive clitoris and vibrated, sheathing the tiny nub in an endless assault of pleasure. She couldn’t breath- she could scarcely moan under the assault- even moreso when twin tentacles slid into her nostrils.

1004B couldn’t even tell how many times she had orgasmed at this point. Six? Seven? Not that it mattered, she decided. All that she cared about was that her mistress kept raping her, fucking her into a perfect little fucktoy, all for her mistress.

The mistress sighed and planted a chaste kiss upon 1004B’s brow, murmuring, “Arriveraa, strummra~ Alro krammeda!” With a final mighty thrust from the tentacle running through her and into her pussy, the mistress finally orgasmed herself, thrusting the head of the tentacle deep into 1004B’s womb as every single tentacle sprayed sticky, white semen all over and into 1004B’s abused body. Her belly swelled and her eyes rolled back. White fluid spilled from her ears, her nose, her anus, her urethra- everywhere there was a hole, there was a seemingly endless flood of semen coming from it. ”Very good, slut~ Here’s your reward!”

“Mmm~ Such a good little slut…” Mistress whispered as 1004B passed out into a puddle of her and Mistress’ combined love juices, her body stained inside and out with the results of her raping. “I think she’ll fetch a high price if we sell her to the Vrologrons.”

Hive 2

Queen Chrysalis of the Changeling nation grit her teeth as she slammed an enraged fist into the wall of her bedchambers. She had felt another mind- another one of her subjects- cut itself from the hive mind and the backlash of the severing had been strong enough to momentarily drive every Changeling to their knees. She didn’t know why so many of her subjects had mysteriously disappeared, only that the last things they felt before the link was severed was an uncontrollable amount of lust.

And what lust it was, a small part Chrysalis marveled to herself, such that it echoed through her loins even hours later. She sniffed the air, suddenly hyperaware of her surroundings as a wave of lust rippled through her and brought a teal blush to her face.

Something felt different, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out what it was. Wings vibrating in agitation, the Queen of all Changelings shook her head and ran her fingers through her silky, teal hair with a note of frustration; there were far too many knots, and her crown was slightly off-centered. As she sat down at her vanity, Chrysalis sighed in despair over the numerous holes dotting her limbs. Love was in short supply out in the Badlands, but if things got any worse, she and all her subjects would most likely end up wasting away to nothing. Brushing idly as her thoughts wandered, Chrysalis suddenly blinked as a brief flash of red caught her eye from within the depths of her wardrobe.

“What was- must have been my imagination,” Chrysalis muttered to herself as she returned to gently teasing the handle of her brush against her suddenly very much soaking wet pussy lips. “Wait… what was I-”

Another flash of red, this time from under grandiose, king sized bed.

Chrysalis shook off the confusion of what she was doing and tossed aside her brush as she reached into her vanity drawer and withdrew her favorite dildo, which she had nicknamed, “The Mistress”.

Funnily enough, it had been a gift from her Mistress.

Though, who was her mistre- flash.

Who even cared? Chrysalis was horny and more than willing to use her toy until her nethers gaped wide enough to pass a grapefruit through.

With a most unroyal moan of pent up lust, Chrysalis flopped onto her bed and spread her legs, already soaking wet and nearabouts making a puddle beneath her as she jammed the oddly shaped dildo straight into her hungry snatch, pumping back and forth as the magical toy came alive and began throbbing with an internal, lovely heat.

The air turned sweet and hazy as Chrysalis masturbated with abandon, filling with pheromones and heat while quiet giggles echoed through the room.

“Yesss~! Mistress take me harder!” Chrysalis cried, the holes in her arms and legs slowly closing as she felt the love of her mistress filling her, feeding her, until her body began changing from the sheer amount of energy coursing through her body.

Frail, thin limbs became healthy and supple, a stick-like figure blossomed into a voluptuous bimbo body full of curves. Breasts barely big enough to hold in one hand suddenly ballooned into the size of watermelons while spurting out thin streamers of milk. Chrysalis’ moans deepened, becoming more sultry as her lips grew pouty and bold, a brilliant green contrast to her chitinous, black frame.

With a final cry of unending ecstasy, Chrysalis came, her dildo spasming inside her and filling her with gallons upon gallons of semen, the sticky fluid mingling with Chrysalis’ juices as it spilled out, while most of it flooded into Chrysalis’ womb and stretched her belly until she looked heavily pregnant.

“Please… Mistress…. Another round…. I’ll… I’ll do anything!” Chrysalis pleaded to the empty air, throat and lips working hungrily as she sought to fellate a cock that just wasn’t there, her holes gaping wide open from sheer arousal. “Please use me! Fuck me! I don’t care! I just want more! More! Please fuck me more, Mistress!”

“As you wish… how about…”

Chrysalis froze, a heady blush coming to her face as her pupils dilated with raw lust. “Ohhhh…. Yesss… Mistress…..” She stood, not even bothering to clean up as cum spilled from her gaping pussy and left a sticky trail behind her. Chrysalis left her bedchambers, ignoring the shocked changelings that stared after her until she came to her throne and stared at it critically.

“This won’t do…” she murmured thoughtfully, then worked her magic until her throne shifted, changing from its obsidian crystal form into a comfortable, yet restraining set of stone stocks, her body having already leaned forward to secure herself as the stocks formed.

“Much better~” Chrysalis cooed as she finally allowed the lust building within her to run rampant through the changelings’ hivemind, along with a simple, very powerful command.

FUCK ME.

And they came in droves.

Male, female, hermaphrodite, every single changeling for miles around descended upon Chrysalis’ nude and voluptuous form with a worshipful lust, even as they suckled and bit her nipples, rammed cocks and dildos into her pussy and ass, poured gallon after gallon of semen and vaginal juices into her hungry mouth.

All through this, Chrysalis writhed and moaned, pushing herself to accept the loving cocks of her subjects deeper into her holes, even going so far as to shove them into her nipples, which gaped open just as wide as her anus and vagina.

“Ooh, she’s a good one… hardly even needed to do more than spray the room with pheremones and add a hypnotic dildo…”

“Mishtressh, pleash…” Chrysalis mumbled around a mouthful of cock, eyes lidded in rapturous pleasure, “Ta’ ush wi’ ‘oo…”

The changelings currently lined up or otherwise preoccupied in an all out massive orgy as they waited for the Queen to become available all nodded at once, so lost in the lust were they that they would do anything for more pleasure.

“Yes!” they all cried as one, “take us! Take us and make us your slaves!”

“Oh my my…. Do we have room for this many sluts…?”

“We might have to stuff a few of them into the same cell this time.”

“Don’t you mean stuff them into the communal orgy cell?”

“That too.”

The orgy continued, tangled limbs and sweat flying as juices and other fluids pooled upon the ground. The atmosphere of the hive filled with rapturous screams of ecstasy as every changeling, male, female, or otherwise, climaxed at once, never even noticing the strange, feminine creatures around them who loaded their unconscious members into the alien ship hovering right above the entrance to the hive. Not that they would have stopped the creatures if they had; those were the mistresses, and you don’t stop the mistresses from getting what they want.