The Cutie Mark Crusaders' New Lives

Scootaloo was never very good at being still. Now, chained in place and unable to move, she felt her sanity being tested. Her wings in particular were getting to be uncomfortable. There was a rope pinning them to her side, and while her feathers kept the rope from rubbing her raw, her wings were getting stiff. There had been voices out the door and down the hall a few minutes ago, which let her know that her kidnappers were probably still around. It was just a question of when they’d pay her a visit. Scootaloo hoped it was soon, she was looking forward to finding a chance to kick their asses. Suddenly, she could hear the sounds of a struggle coming from outside the open doorway.

“No! Let me go!” Scootaloo knew that voice, ‘Apple Bloom.’ “Let me…” The sound was suddenly cut off with the sound of a door slamming.

Silence fell again, and it was another hour or so before she could hear hoof steps again, this time entering her cell. As her blindfold was lifted off of her head, she met her captors gaze with an expression that was a mixture of fear and hate. Unlike her friends, Scootaloo had not been gagged, and she wasted no time voicing her thoughts.

“You’d better not have hurt Apple Bloom.” Her voice was weak, she was clearly afraid, but she would make them pay if they had hurt her friend.

“No more than we’re going to hurt you.” Umber chuckled, looking her over. “Oh yes, I forgot how cute you were. I’m going to have fun fucking you.” Scootaloo’s eyes went wide with fear, and she tried to speak but only mumbled incoherently. Umber mockingly tinted his ear towards her, moving his head closer to her. “What was that?” Scootaloo again tried to speak. “I still can’t hear you bitch. Speak up.” He brought his face right up to Scootaloo’s mouth, clearly delighting in the girl’s fear.

“I said, ‘a little closer,’ asshole.” Scootaloo’s head shot forward, slamming into Umber’s nose. The stallion yelled as blood splattered across his face. Scootaloo grinned as Umbers blood ran down her forehead.

“Ah fuck! Fuck! I think she broke my nose!” Tinker and Scootaloo were both howling with laughter, as blood just kept pouring from Umber’s face. ‘That’s what you get for hurting my friends.’ The orange filly watched in delight as Umber picked up one of the blankets from the floor to try stop the bleeding. The brown stallion looked up and saw the filly that was supposed to be his victim laughing at his humiliation.

In a rage, Umber stomped over to Scootaloo, and promptly kicked her flat in the stomach with one of his free legs. The force of it knocked the wind out of her, and she curled up as much as her restraints would allow her. She buried her face in the floor, not out of pain, but so Umber couldn’t see that she was still laughing. ‘I got you a lot harder than you got me asshole.’ When he was sure he had stopped the bleeding, Umber came walking back over to Scootaloo. She bristled apprehensively. As satisfying as it had been to make this jerk bleed, she had a feeling that retribution was coming her way.

“You think you’re tough? You’re not!” He grabbed his penis, and started stroking it until it was hard. “Now, you are going to suck my dick, whether you want to or not.”

“Put that anywhere near my face, and I’ll bite the damn thing off!” Scootaloo was terrified and was fighting the urge to cry, but she was determined to at least put up a fight.

“Whoa my, such language. You don’t seem to appreciate the situation you’re in. Here’s how this works, if I feel any teeth at all….” Before he could finish, Tinker interrupted him.

“Umber, don’t be an idiot.” Umber turned and scowled at Tinker. Tinker nodded toward Scootaloo, “She had to know that what she did to your face would end badly for her, she doesn’t seem to think these things through too much. It’s probably not a good idea to stick your dick in her mouth until we’ve broken her in a little more.

“She wouldn’t dare. Besides, a little slut like her has probably suck a dozen dicks by now, I bet she’s pretty good at it by now.” Umber seemed

“Are you kidding me? She’s what,” He turned to Scootaloo, “Ten?”

“Twelve.” She replied in a shaky voice. Tinker looked back at her briefly with surprise, she looked a lot younger than that.

“She’s twelve. She’s probably never even seen a dick, let alone sucked one. Plus, even if she did have some experience, do you really want to risk it? Just go grab a ring gag. Unless you want her to bite your dick off, which frankly would be about the only thing that could make this day even better.”

Grumbling, Umber left the room to grab whatever a “ring gag” was. Scootaloo kept her mouth shut, but truthfully, she was the only Cutie Mark Crusader that had actually had sex before. A few times in fact, with her coltfriend Rumble. She suspected it would be a bad idea to bring that up now though.

After Umber had left, Tinker moved behind Scootaloo. He put his hooves on either side of her hips, and waited for his partner to return. When Umber came back, he holding some kind of rubber strap with a metal ring attached to it. ‘So, that’s a ring gag huh? Wonder what it’s for?’ Umber levitated the gag over to Scootaloo, and forced the ring into her mouth and secured the strap behind her head. With the gag in place, Scootaloo quickly realized what it was for. Umber stepped in front of her, and moved his cock in front of her face. It was dripping with precum, and Scootaloo couldn’t help but think, ‘Oh, this is bad, it is much bigger than Rumble’s!’ Umber stroked it a few times before pushing it against her cheek. She stared at it out of the corner of her eye, heart beginning to pound.

“You sure you don’t want to trade places? You are the one she hit after all, I would have thought you’d want to be the one to hurt her back.” Tinker asked, as he moved his hooves from her hips to her butt cheeks.

“Yeah, but I want to look in her eyes as its happening. Besides,” Umber slid his hoof along Scootaloo’s lips, “I’ll have my own hole to fuck.” She so badly wished she could bite him right then. While she was distracted with this, she felt a new sensation. There was something prodding at her…, ‘Woah, hey! Hey, that’s not where that goes!’ Scootaloo tried to turn to look at the stallion behind her, but Umber yanked her head back to face him.

“You see, this is why you shouldn’t misbehave. We had much less painful plans for you today originally.” Umber grinned as Scootaloo became increasingly frantic. The prodding became a push, as Tinker entered into Scootaloo’s ass. Scootaloo’s eyes went wide, and she squeaked out a pained whine. She could feel herself being stretched as Tinker slowly pushed into her. After he had pushed all the way inside of her, Tinker began to pump in and out of her deliciously tight ass. Tinker grunted as he slammed into her, sending painful shockwaves through Scootaloo’s body. His hips slapped noisily against hers, as he moaned with pleasure.

While Scootaloo was still trying to ignore the pain in her ass, when Umber finally pushed past the ring in her mouth. Scootaloo choked as he pushed deep into her throat, and began to match his friend’s rhythm. Scootaloo pulled futilely at her chains, desperate to stop the pain shooting through her body, and trying to catch her breath whenever Umber pulled back out of her.

Umber enjoyed the look of panic on Scootaloo’s face as she fought for air. The sweet taste of vengeance was all he cared about as he pounded his cock into the back of her throat. He soon felt himself about to cum, and he pulled out of her mouth and kept stroking himself while he took aim for her bratty face.

Scootaloo quickly shut her eyes, as she felt ribbons of cum hit her face. Tinker came soon after, emptying his balls into her ass. While she had cum dripping off her nose, chin, and lips, none of the cum hit her eyes, so she reopened them. Umber was just grinning at her.

“You know, if you had behaved, we were planning to let you see your little friends in about an hour or so when it was time to clean you girls up. Oh well, guess you get to go alone. We’ll be back in a few hours, don’t go anywhere ok.” Umber patted her mockingly on the head, and she quietly fumed. The sound of the door closing signified that she was now alone. Like with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom, she was left dripping with cum, tears, and blood. As she lay there in the dark, a single thought floated through her mind.

‘I’m going to fucking kill them.’

There was nothing. Apple Bloom had spent the last few hours tearing the room apart, looking for something that might help her. Nothing to use as a weapon, nothing to use to signal for help, there was just nothing there. The door was secured tightly, and there was no keyhole or any other way of getting at the lock from her side. If Apple Bloom was going to escape, she wasn’t sure how she could do it from inside her little prison.

“Didn’t they say something about a shower. Might have to use that to take a look around.” She mumbled to herself. Plus, she would definitely appreciate the shower itself. Her legs and face were still sticky with cum. So, maybe she should just wait for them to come let her out for a quick wash. She certainly wasn’t going to just give up, Applejack wouldn’t. The now familiar sound of the latch opening brought a light smile to her face. Perfect timing.

Sweetie Belle looked up as the latch to her door flipped, and Tinker entered the room. ‘It must be time then.’ She thought to herself. Rising from her sitting position, she moved to stand beside him. When she got close, Tinker moved aside to let her out.

As she stepped past the door’s threshold, she got her first look at the hallway outside her room. The hallway was fairly small, only a few feet wide, and there were three doors on the one side counting hers. There wasn’t anything else to it, and Sweetie realized that the whole point of the basement was just the three cells. Outside the room at the end of the hall, Sweetie saw a familiar figure being guided out of her own room by Umber. Sweetie Belle looked up at Tinker, her eyes pleading, too afraid to ask the obvious question.

“Go ahead. Your both going to the same place anyway.” Sweetie Belle sprinted down the narrow hall. Apple Bloom, hearing the racket coming her way looked toward the sound, and her face immediately lit up.

For the first time since they woke up they found themselves smiling as they hugged. Tinker tapped on their shoulders, and motioned for them to follow him. As girls followed Tinker and Umber out of the basement, they saw another small hallway leading towards the rest of the building, with a single door to the left that Tinker opened and gestured for the girls to enter. Apple Bloom felt more than a little irritated, she had hoped the trip to the shower would give her a better look at the layout of the building.

Excusing himself, Umber walked farther down the hall and disappeared around the corner. The girls, obeying Tinker, entered into the room. It was a good-sized restroom, and there was a massive walk in shower at the end.

“Get your faces cleaned up, and then come over here.” Tinker got down on the floor, and leaned against the shower door. He spread his legs, and patted the floor on either side of him. Understanding his meaning, the two fillies did as he asked, and then walked over and sat down on either side of him. He put a fore leg around each of their shoulders, and pulled them in closer. “I want you girls to show me how much you appreciate me letting you clean yourselves up. So before you shower, why don’t you show me a good time?”

Sweetie Belle started by placing a quick, hesitant lick on the head, while Apple Bloom slowly licking up the side of his shaft. Tears were welling up in Sweetie’s eyes at the idea of having to do this again, but before she could start crying she felt a hoof grip hers.

Remembering her earlier time with Onyx, Sweetie attempted to do what he had told her. She put her mouth around the head, and began swirling her tongue around it. She slipped his dick further into her mouth slowly, massaging him the whole way down. Despite her lack of experience, Sweetie quickly proved to be quite good with her tongue.

Apple Bloom used her free hoof to stroke the base of the cock below where Sweetie Belle could reach. Under Tinker’s instruction, she moved her head down under Sweetie’s, and fit Tinker’s balls into her mouth. Ignoring the slightly salty taste, Apple Bloom ran her tongue along the underside. She sucked on them lightly, earning a satisfied moan for her actions. Apple Bloom looked up, and could tell that Tinker was already nearing his limits. Pulling his balls out of her mouth, and remembering her own ordeal with Tinker, she turned to Sweetie Belle.

“He’s going to want you to swallow Sweetie.” Sweetie looked over at Apple Bloom in surprise, and realized from her dejected expression that she was probably speaking from experience with this stallion. Her eyes moved up to to see Tinker's answer. He nodded slightly, and Sweetie’s grip on Apple Blooms hoof tightened. The sensation of having two adorable fillies blowing him soon got the better of Tinker, and he gasped as he came.

It wasn’t as bad as Sweetie expected. Tinker still hadn’t fully recovered from his outing with Scootaloo, so there wasn’t much there. He came on her tongue, and Sweetie gulped it down with a grimace. Pulling her mouth away with a light pop, Sweetie watched as Tinker walked toward the exit.

“You girls have about an hour, clean yourselves up. There’ll be food waiting for you when you’re done.” He closed the door behind him, and the girls heard the now familiar sound of a latch being turned, locking them in. With Tinker finally gone, Apple Bloom started the water as Sweetie Belle washed her mouth out in the sink. The two of them sat in silence as the water warmed up.
Holding each other close, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom cried as the water washed over them. Sweat, cum, and blood discolored the water as it all washed down the drain. Sweetie Belle was the first to speak.

“We can’t stay here Apple Bloom, we have to get out of here. I just want to go home, I….” Apple Bloom shushed her friend.

“I know. I’ve been trying to figure something out ever since I woke up, but I can’t think of anything.”

“I could get us out if I could use magic, but they stuck something on my horn that makes it not work. I tried to get it off, but it’s stuck on there.” There was silence for a few moments before Sweetie Belle spoke up again. “Our sisters are coming for us. Even if we can’t get out ourselves, I know they’ll look for us.” Apple Bloom smiled wickedly, imagining what her sister would do when she found out what had been going on here.

“I’m sure they will, but we can’t just trust that we’ll be rescued. We need a plan. Have you seen Scootaloo?” Sweetie Belle shook her head. “Well, I’m sure she was in that third room downstairs. For now, just keep your eyes open for anything we might be able to use.

Silence fell over the two of them for the remainder of their time. Neither one of them was able to put words to what they had been through just a few hours earlier, what they would likely go through again before too long. They stayed in the shower for their entire hour, even long after the water went cold. Eventually Onyx came to the door.

“Ok girls, time’s up. Get dry.” Wordlessly, they did as they were told. Onyx walked behind them as they descended back down the stairs, and they stopped outside of Apple Bloom’s room. Sweetie Belle looked up at Onyx, and she started to ask a question.

“C-can….” Sweetie Belle’s voice petered out, as she looked to the floor. When she glanced back up, Onyx was gesturing with his hoof for her to continue. Taking a deep breath, Sweetie asked her question.

“Can me and Apple Bloom please sleep in the same room?” Her voice was weak, but she needed this. She couldn’t be alone, not tonight.

“Well, unfortunately no. Apple Bloom ruined that for both of you when she tried to run off a while ago. So, I’m afraid you can’t.” Onyx motioned for Apple Bloom to go inside her room, and after she was inside he turned the latch to lock the door. Sweetie paid close attention to how the lock worked. Onyx then guided her to her own room. As soon as she was inside she heard the door lock behind her. Once again Sweetie Belle was alone.

On the table in the back was food, just like she had been promised. There wasn’t much to the meal, just some sandwiches with juice, but Sweetie hadn’t eaten in more than a day. She wolfed it all down without a second thought. When she had finished, the exhaustion of the day finally caught up to her. Lacking a bed, all Sweetie had were the stacks of blankets scattered under where she had been chained up. Taking the least cum stained one, she folded it into a makeshift pillow and curled up under the rest of them. As Sweetie’s eyes closed, she finally put this first, terrible day of her new life behind her.

The second day of Scootaloo’s captivity began as she was woken up by a sharp pain in her cheek. It took her a few seconds to wake up enough to realize that she’d been slapped. To Scootaloo’s surprise, she could feel her restraints being untied. Her back hooves were untied first, and the moment she felt the cuffs come off she kicked back at whoever was behind her. There was an *Oof!* as her hoof connected with soft flesh. Scootaloo’s shout of triumph turned into a scream of pain as a violent smack was dealt to her ass, hard enough to bruise.

Before she could say anything in protest, a gag was shoved in her mouth and latched behind her head. Leaving her blindfold on, they began to untie her front legs. She struggled and fought, but was soon lifted up. The two stallions pinned her body vertically between them. She felt them both line themselves up with both of her holes, and she winced in pain as they began to thrust into her. For the first time since her kidnapping, Scootaloo let herself cry. The pain in her ass was just as bad as last time, but this time with the addition of a weaker pain in her pussy as she was fucked by a stallion clearly too big for some pony as young as her.

The blindfold around her eyes soaked up her tears, all desire to appear strong temporarily forgotten as she was forced to endure this a second time. She attempted to yank her forelegs free, but the stallion holding her was far stronger than the little filly. Unable to do much else, Scootaloo buried her face in the shoulder of whichever stallion was fucking her pussy, and softly cried.

The one in her pussy didn’t last long, and Scootaloo soon felt the warmth of semen being shot into her womb. He pulled out of her with a wet sucking sound, followed by a dribble as cum leaked out of her and onto the floor. The hooves holding her forelegs loosened, but before she could capitalize on the opportunity, the stallion still inside her set her on the floor. Scootaloo’s head was suddenly shoved to the floor, a hoof holding her down, as the stallion used the new angle to begin humping her ass even harder.

The added force was too much, and Scootaloo began openly sobbing. Her tears, no longer able to be soaked up by the blindfold, pooled on the floor where her face was being pressed. The pain she felt was horrible, and it wasn't subsiding. When she finally felt the stallion cumming inside her, she felt like rejoicing.

As he finally pulled out of the filly, she felt her blindfold get roughly pulled away by magic. As her eyes adjusted she saw Umber leaning over her, and he open his mouth to say something. Rage boiled over inside Scootaloo, and she brought her head up quickly into Umber’s jaw. He pulled away from her with a yelp. His face red, Umber kicked her roughly in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.

“It’s no good, she just won’t learn her lesson.” Umber yelled as Scootaloo tried to regain her breath.

“It’s ok, I have an idea.” Tinker replied, an unsettling grin spreading across his face. Scootaloo squirmed uncomfortably in her chains. ‘That doesn’t sound good.’