A Drizzle in Equestria

by ThirtySeven

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Original Character
Length: 2479

In Equestria, fillies and mares are owned as slaves.

Drizzle is a futa unicorn filly who lives in a perverted Equestria where mares and foals are kept as slaves.

This story is meant to be a compendium of all my favorite fetishes in one story.

Contains/will contain: a whole bunch of stuff but nothing too extreme (necro, scat, etc.). Tags will be in chapter titles.

Published 2016-12-30 00:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-12-30 00:20:01 UTC

In the Magical World of Equestria...

Prolouge

In the magical world of Equestria, there is no place in society for anyone who cannot contribute. Mares, foals, and the sick and elderly who are not productive members of society become slaves of those who are. Their rights and privileges as citizens are revoked and they become the property of their charges, who are free to do whatever they wish with their new slaves. This is the way of the ponies of Equestria.

Drizzle was a simple foal. She was small, meek, and most dissappointingly, completely and utterly blank-flanked. She was nothing special. She lived in the suburban area of Ponyville with her parents who ran a bakery in the middle of town. In school, she was a prime target of the bullies Diamond Tiara and her crony Silver Spoon. But of course, who wasn't. Unlike them, however, Drizzle was not an exceptional student. While she excelled in her magic lessons, it was the other subjects that gave her trouble.

One thing was special about Drizzle, though. And it had to do with something between her legs.

"Drizzly Pastry!" called Cheerilee. Drizzle's head shot up from the desk, her curly mane a mess.

"Hmwha-?" there was a giggle throughout the classroom

"Drizzly Pastry. Can you tell me the difference between an independent and a dependant clause?"

Drizzle scanned the board frantically. It was covered in words. There was no way she could find the answer. "I uh. I don't know," she said, looking down guiltily. The class giggled again.

Cheerilee looked down on her. "See me after class."

A voice cam from the front row. "Ooo Drizzle's in trooouble!"

Drizzle went red as her hooves quickly covered her face.

Suddenly, there was a pressure between her legs. She looked down to see her tiny equine prick hanging from its sheath. 'Nonono! Not now!' Her hooves shot down to her crotch and her face reddened further. She tried desperately to hide her quickly stiffening under her desk as Cheerilee continued to teach.

After half an hour of stiff foal cock and listening to Cheerilee droning on about arithmetic, the school bell rang and the students began filing out the classroom. Drizzle sat in her desk until the classroom was empty, then she trotted up to Cheerilee's desk with her head hung low.

"Drizzly. It has come to my attention that your performance in my class is lacking." Drizzle's head hung lower. "I'm afraid that if this keeps up, you might fail." Drizzle's head shot up and her eyes went wide. "You know what that means, don't you Drizzly?"

"Yes ma'am," she said fearfully.

"Good," She said. "I'll be talking to your parents about this also. We take finals next week. If you fail, you'll have to be *endentured*. Do you understand what that means?"

Drizzle gulped. "Yes ma'am. I'll do my best."

"Good," her expression softened. "We don't want you to end up in that position, dear." A pause and her expression hardened again. "You may leave."

Drizzle trotted up to Cheerilee's desk, her papers in her telekinetic field, and laid them on the pile on her desk. She was the last one to finish her finals. She sat back down at her desk as Cheerilee took the papers and started to grade them. The other foals in the class began whispering to each other, but Drizzle's gaze was fixed on Cheerilee.

Drizzle had spent all week studying. She had spent several long nights pouring over notes she had taken all year.

Cheerilee picked up the papers and tapped them on her desk to straighten them out. All the foals faced forward and went silent. Cheerilee started calling out names.

"Sweetie Bell, Scootaloo, Applebloom."

The three stood up and left the classroom.

"Diamond Tiara." She stood and left. "Silver Spoon." She followed. Drizzle began to sweat.

One by one, names were called and each foal left the classroom. For them, summer vacation had started. Drizzle's hooves ran cold as name after name was called. Soon the classroom was nearly empty.

"Snips and Snails." Now it was just Drizzle and Twist. Cheerile still held one paper in her hoof. She looked up at the two remaining foals. "And Twist."

Drizzle's heart sank. Her eyes went wide. She had failed. How was she going to tell her parents? How would they react when they heard their little filly had to be *endentured*?

Cheerilee laid an envelope on Drizzle's desk, sealed with the royal crest. "Give this to your parents, Drizzly," she said sadly. Drizzle stared blankly at the white envelope. She remembered when she had found the same blank white envelope in the mailbox that day. Her parents had become forlorn at the sight of it, and she was told to go to bed. The next day, Granny was gone.

She knew that she must do something. She knew that this envelope had something to do with Granny's disappearance. If she gave this to her parents, she was sure nopony would ever see her again.

Then she had an idea. 'I'll run away,' she thought. 'I'll run away and hide in another town, and I'll live with another family. I'll try to take the test again at another school.' And with that, she bolted out the door.

Drizzle ran for what seemed like years down the main Equestrian highway until her hooves could barely stand to move. Rain began to pour down as she trotted alongside the highway. Soon, city came into view. 'That must be Hoofington,' she thought.

She quickened her pace until she was running again, and she didn't stop until she had reached the center of the city. It was getting dark and the rain was still pouring. She needed to find shelter for the night. She ducked into an alleyway and found several cardboard boxes. She used her telekinesis to stack the boxes into a makeshift roof that would keep the rain off her as she slept.

Just as Drizzle had settled down in her new cardboard home, someone came trotting down the alleyway. "Well well, what do we have here?" asked the gravelly voice of the stallion.

"My name is Dri-" The stallion's horn glowed and a cloth was pressed against Drizzle's face. Drizzle tried to scramble away from the sickly-sweet scented rag, but the unicorn stallion's magic was too strong. Drizzle slowly fell on her side as her vision darkened.

"Nighty-night," said the stallion as the world went blank.

Chapter 1 (enslavement, light whipping, bondage, forced deepthroat)

When Drizzle woke up, it felt as if the world was turned upside-down. Something was tied around her head, covering her eyes, and her hooves were tied behind her back. "Hello?" she called, then groaned as a splitting headache began to form. She heard a door open.

"Oh! Hello?" Drizzle said, trying to look around. "Hey! Help me!"

There was a smack as a hoof connected with her face. Drizzle's head hurt again and she swayed back and forth. That's when she realized she was hanging from the ceiling by her back hooves.

"Shut up!" said a low stallion's voice. His hooves clopped against the floor as he walked across the room. Drizzle heard the clinking of little metal bits.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked tentatively. The hooves came clopping back to her. Suddenly, a round object was thrust into her mouth. Drizzle heard something latch behind her head. "Mmhph!!"

"There. That should keep you quiet for a while." There was tugging on the back of Drizzle's head as the blindfold was being undone.

The room Drizzle was in had no windows and was made completely of concrete aside from the heavy iron door through which the stallion came in. A table sat across the room from her, but she was too low to see what was on it.

The stallion stepped in front of her. He was a burly yellow unicorn with brown feathered hair. His cutie mark was a pair of handcuffs. "I'm not a big fan of blindfolds," he said.

He turned and trotted back over to the table. Drizzle caught sight of a massive pair of testicles under the stallion's tail. She blushed and looked down (or rather up) in embarrasment. Her face only reddened when she saw that her miniscule sheath was completely exposed. When the stallion turned back to Drizzle, he saw her face red and the tip of her little cock poking out of her sheath.

"Getting a little excited, are we filly?" he chuckled. He walked back to Drizzle with a leather coil wrapped in his magic. Drizzle's hooves were untied and then retied above her head. The stallion let the coil unfurl in front of Drizzle, and she could see that the lengthy cord ended in several leather thongs.

"Do you know what this is, filly?" Drizzle shook her head. "Well then."

There was a crack as the whip was struck across Drizzle's stomach. "Mmmh!" she groaned through the gag. The stallion spun her around so she was facing away from him. The whip cracked again, this time against her back. "Mmmmmh!!" Tears were starting to form. The whip struck again. And again. After a fifth strike, the stallion returned to the table. He came back with two objects this time.

The stallion undid Drizzle's ballgag and replaced it with one that held her mouth wide open. The other object was leviated in front of her face. "How about this?" Drizzle blinked tears away and looked at the object. It was black and looked like a pointed egg with a flat base. Drizzle shook her head and the stallion smiled. The object disappeared below (above?) her and Drizzle felt a pressure on her anus.

She groaned as the object was forced into her anus, stretching her virgin filly asshole. Tears came back in her squinted eyes as the widest part of the butt plug entered past her anus and fell into place.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the stallion standing on his back hooves, stroking his stiff stallionhood in front of her face. Drizzle had never seen another cock before, but this one was easily ten times her own. She hardly noticed that hers was now at a fully erect and puny four inches.

The stallion chuckled at Drizzle again and dropped down to grip the ropes around Drizzle's rear hooves with his front hooves and lay his dick on Drizzle's chin. Without warning, he ran his tongue along Drizzle's dick from her head to her balls. Drizzle moaned through the ring gag. The stallion licked from the top of Drizzles balls down to the underside. Drizzle's tiny cock twitched from the new sensation. The stallion licked each of Drizzle's testicles bottom to top, careful not to touch her virgin marehood, until she was squirming under his cock. Without warning, he stopped and aimed his rigid cock at the entrance of Drizzle's overstretched mouth.

Before Drizzle could recover from the onslaught on her balls, all ten inches of the stallion's thick penis was shoved into her tight throat. Drizzle gagged viciously as she trashed about, trying to spit the choking member out of her mouth. The stallion moaned louder at Drizzle's attempts before releasing her back hooves and grabbing hold of the sides of her head.

"Gghg. Ggh. Ggggh," Drizzle gagged as the stallion rutted her filly throat. Drizzle's eyes rolled back as drool dribbled into her eye. Drizzle tried her best not to vomit as her throat was viciously rammed. Suddenly, the stallion's thrusts became faster. Drizzles eyes shot open as the stallion hilted in her throat and a thick warm liquid filled her throat. Drizzle swallowed as quickly as she could, but there was too much for her to handle. Jizz filled her nostrils as she choked on the member in her throat. The stallion remained hilted in Drizzle for several seconds before completely withdrawing. Drizzle coughed violently as she tried to get as much jizz out of her nose and throat as possible.

A towel wiped Drizzle's face and the gag was levitated out of her mouth. She panted and tried to swallow away the taste in her mouth. The buttplug was yanked out with a gasp and she was lowered to the ground. The stallion fastened a leash around Drizzle's neck before untying her hooves. The contents of the table were packed into a duffel bag and set on Drizzle's back. The end of the leash was lifted in the stallion's magical aura as he led Drizzle out the door.

The hallway outside was made of the same concrete as the room Drizzle was just in with rows of doors evenly spaced down both sides of the corrider. The stallion turned left, tugged his leashed filly behind him. As they walked past the doors of the dark corridor, Drizzle could hear cracks like those of the stallion's whip.

After a few minutes, the corridor opened up into a large room. There were shelves in this room along every wall, with more shelves lined up along the floor. On these shelves were every sort of sex toys imaginable. A mare dressed in fetish gear stood behind a register. Along one wall was a huge glass window that stretched across the length of the wall. In the window were rows of stocks. Each stock had a mare or foal closed inside, ribbons wrapped around the base of their tails and their backsides turned to the street outside.

The stallion tugged Drizzle's leash as she was led over to an empty stock between a pegasus mare and tubby unicorn colt. The stallion set her head and hooves in the grooves, closed the stock and set the padlock. Then he tied her tail up like the others next to her, causing her to blush, took off her leash, and went back down the corridor, leaving her with the register mare and the other stockaded ponies.

"Well you're a cute one, aren't you honey?" said the register mare to Drizzle. Her chin was resting on her hooves as she smiled warmly at her. Drizzle blushed and looked away. The mare smiled wider. "It's not so bad sweety," she pointed to Drizzle's backside. "With those extra bits back there, someone will be here to pick you up any second." Drizzle's face went redder and she tried to lower her tail.

The bell above the door rang. "Hi, welcome to the Clop Shop, how can I help you today?" The register mare smiled at the customer. The stallion that walked in was a unicorn with a white coat and stylized blue hair. He was dressed in an expensive suit with a monocle.

"Yes. I heard that you had a new, special little filly for sale."

The register mare looked at Drizzle. "See? What did I tell you?" she smiled.