Depraved Tales for Disgusting Perverts

Silver Spoon tugged at her bonds, desperately seeking an out. She was suspended in the lone cell in the Ponyville Jail, dangling from four straps around her hooves leading up to four eye-bolts in the ceiling directly above her. She could jiggle like a marionette and exhaust herself, but soon realized she had no hope of freeing herself.

Not that it would help, much. She'd seen the line of citizens that stretched out of the jail waiting for her, after all...

Sterling Silver walked into the room, and looked at his daughter with an expression of grave disappointment.

"Father, please!" cried the filly. "You don't have to do this!"

He sniffed. "You are well aware of our customs, Silver. Had you not wished to end up in this position, you should not have given your body over to that young Pegasus."

"R-rumble's not even my boyfriend! We just made out, he put a hoof between my legs, that's it I swear!"

"That may be so, but rumors have spread, and you have no ironclad way of denying them." Sterling sighed. "By taking him as your lover, and a potential father of any child-"

"I'm not pregnant!"

"Yet," thought her father, and then continued, "-by taking him, you have given this young colt a claim into the family line. A claim against our property. A claim against our wealth. A claim against our heritage. There is only one way to solve this, Silver. It pains me to do it, but it must be done."

"No! I'm a grown mare, I'm not a child any more, you can't do this to me!"

"His claim must be diluted. Every virile stallion in Ponyville must have his way with you. There will be no way of claiming parentage and no way of claiming emotional connection. They will have a claim to your flesh, but not to your name, Silver, and I hope I have raised you well enough to know which one is more important. Afterwards, you will be sent to a boarding house where you will atone for a year, and then you may return with your dignity restored."

Tears ran down her cheeks. "No..."

"Don't be sad, my little filly. We still care for you. In fact, your friend Diamond Tiara even volunteered to fluff for you. She's outside in the hallway as we speak, fellating the first stallion in line to full hardness. If not for her, you would be bound in a way that allowed the stallions full access to your mouth, as well."

Silver Spoon cried softly. "I'm sorry, father..."

He gave a small smile. "I know."

She stared at the wall as her father walked from the room.

She was alone. How many stallions lived in Ponyville? How many would come for day like this? She tried to think of all the stallions she'd seen lined up outside, leering at her as she was marched in. Some of them she didn't even recognize.

The door slammed open.

"M-mister Cake?"

He was walking towards her.

"Mister Cake, you're m-marr-"

He was running.

"Ah! Please, don't -"

His hooves were braced on her hips.

"Don't do this please I'm a filly I didn't do-"

Cock - gigantic - lined up with her thin, tight line of a pussy.

"Stop stop stop stop-"

Eyes unfocused, biting his lip, her heart beating in her ears, pressing in, slick and well-lubricated and hot and painfully hard.

"Stop please stop you're gonna-"

Pushing past, splitting, tearing, feel of warm blood, still going, the baker's cock-

"NO!"

-all the way inside.

"Yes."