The Cutie Mark Crusaders' New Lives

Despite it being near noon, Scootaloo was still asleep. After almost a week of poor sleep, her little body demanded the rest. As the door to Scootaloo’s room swung inward, the filly’s sleepy eyes flashed open to see which of the stallions she was going to have to “entertain” this time. To her surprise, it was actually Apple Bloom that stepped into the cramped space carrying…pancakes? Tinker soon stepped in after her. Scootaloo had no idea what was going on. Apple Bloom gingerly placed the plate of food on the floor, and then tackled Scootaloo into a hug.

“Scoots!” Apple Bloom had her face pressed to her friend’s, her mouth right next to Scootaloo’s ear. In a much lower voice, she whispered, “Under the pancakes, make sure he doesn’t see it.” Scootaloo fought to control her surprise, and right away, Apple Bloom was back to smiling and shouting excitedly. “I’m so happy to see you! Tinker said I could eat breakfast here with you!” Scootaloo’s stomach gurgled in response, which prompted Apple Bloom to continue, “And of course I was going to share some…” She glanced back at Tinker, and he nodded, giving her permission, “…with you.” Tinker finally entered fully, closing the door and then leaning against it as he watched the fillies.

Finally prying herself off of Scootaloo, Apple Bloom waltzed back over to where her plate was. When she brought it over, Scootaloo noticed the way that she positioned herself between Tinker and the plate. Scootaloo ripped a piece of a pancake off and plopped it in her mouth. She hadn’t eaten after her morning exercise, and she was famished, but she controlled herself before reaching down for a second piece. This time she slowly lifted the whole stack up, and saw…it. The whole room fell silent for her, as the hammering of her heart drown out everything. ‘How did she manage to get a hold this?!’ Trying to keep her hooves out of sight of the watching stallion, Scootaloo reached for the paring knife. Gripping it, she slowly moved it off of the plate, and slid it under the nearest blanket. With it now hidden, she resumed eating, all the while praying Tinker couldn’t see her sweating.

It didn’t take long for two of them to inhale the rest of the food. Tinker grabbed their plate, and explained that he would be leaving to put it away. As soon as the door was shut, Scootaloo moved the knife to a blanket farther from the middle where she slept. When she turned around, Apple Bloom had her eyes iron-focused on her hooves. Concerned at the sudden drop in her enthusiasm, Scootaloo came over and wrapped a wing around her friend’s shoulder.

“Sweetie Belle hates me.” She didn’t look up as she said this. Scootaloo could hear the despondency in her tone and frowned. Before she could ask what Apple Bloom meant, the red-haired filly continued, “They made her…lick me, and she hated it, and I liked it, and now she’s going to hate me for liking it, and….” Scootaloo pushed her hoof to cover Apple Bloom’s mouth and stop the relentless stream of anxiety. She gave her distressed friend a smile.

“Apple Bloom, it’s ok. Sweetie won’t be mad at you. It’s not your fault they made her do that to you, and she knows that.” She pulled her friend closer, hugging Apple Bloom to her chest. Apple Bloom had fallen silent, but she still looked pretty glum.

“I blurted it out, when I came, I blurted out how I feel about her.” Apple Bloom hugged Scootaloo back; and Scootaloo’s heart sank, knowing where this was going. “I could tell when she was…doing what she had to do. Sweetie doesn’t feel the same.” Scootaloo didn’t know what to say.

The fillies jumped in surprise as the door opened back up. Onyx came striding in with Sweetie Belle at his side. Sweetie gave her friends a smile before she was directed by Onyx to stand in the back. Apple Bloom could feel her face flash red as Sweetie walked by her, glad at least that she didn’t seem mad. Onyx came up to her and Scootaloo and began gathering several of the blankets together, and to the girls’ relief, didn’t go near where the paring knife was hidden. After he had made a makeshift bed, Onyx lay down and called out to them.

“Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, come over here please.” As they came over to him, he locked eyes with Scootaloo. “Ok honey, I haven’t had the pleasure of feeling you yet. Which is a shame, because Tinker says that you’re really tight. So, why don’t you come over here and have a ride. Scootaloo nodded, and moved on top of the stallion. As she lined herself up, Onyx gestured for Apple Bloom to come next to where his head was. Slowly, Scootaloo lowered herself down. Her motion was deliberate, and meant to lessen the initial pain of taking in a cock far too big for her. As Scootaloo began to rock her hips, Onyx grabbed and pulled Apple Bloom into a sitting position right by his face, so that she was facing him. Reaching his hooves around to her butt, he pulled her into and began licking.

Onyx buried his face in Apple Bloom’s folds as he began to slam painfully into Scootaloo, making her wince with every push. As unwilling as she was, her warm little pussy was wrapped tightly around him. Vaginal juices were already streaming out of her young pussy as Scootaloo rhythmically swayed her small body. The pain mounting, her hoof reached out to Apple Bloom for comfort. Apple Bloom reached behind her, grabbed and squeezed Scootaloo’s hoof even as Onyx skillful tongue sent shivers of pleasure through her body. The feel of her friend’s hoof in hers gave Scootaloo just a small bit of solace as Onyx’s hips slapped into her young flesh.

The stallion had begun to lightly squeeze and play with Apple Bloom’s butt, and the added stimulation was making it hard for her to focus. Despite how recent her last orgasm was, Apple Bloom could already feel herself getting close. The more her climax neared, Onyx could feel the little muscles in her butt and legs tense as he ran his hooves over her body. The hoof gripping Scootaloo’s tightened as Apple Bloom let out a high-pitched whine. Onyx enveloped Apple Bloom’s pussy in his mouth so he wouldn’t miss any of the filly’s juices, as the sweet fluids began to gush out. The little hips kept twitching on top of his face, and Apple Bloom rode out her second orgasm of the day. Apple Bloom’s breathing was beginning to slow, and Onyx pulled his face away from her, cum still dribbling down his chin. He patted her butt, and motioned for her to climb off. Legs still shaky from her climax, she did as she was told. Scootaloo whimpered as she felt Apple Bloom’s hoof slide out of hers.

Apple Bloom climbed off of him, and Onyx turned his full attention to the filly bouncing on top of him. With her in this position, Onyx got his first good look at the girl’s underbelly. She was in very good shape. Even with her tummy contorting with every hump, he could see that. She clearly put effort into staying in shape, and Onyx’s face twisted into a grin as he discovered a new way to get under the poor filly’s skin. He hadn’t had much luck hurting this one, maybe this would help.

“Umber tells me he thinks you had a little experience with this sort of thing even before we started teaching you. I take it you had a coltfriend?” Her eyes, which had been on the wall ever since Apple Bloom had finished, turned to look at him. There was a brief silence interrupted only by the regular smacking sound of their meeting hips. After a few seconds, she gave a little nod. “So, how many times did he cum inside of you?” Her eyes widened, and her hoof drifted over her stomach.

“I never let him.” Scootaloo stammered, her mouth going dry, knowing what the stallion was thinking. “I’m an athlete, I can’t afford to get pregnant.” That statement was met with an amused chuckled from Onyx.

“An athlete huh? Not anymore you’re not.” Onyx ran a hoof over Scootaloo’s toned stomach, “I’m just sad that I probably won’t get the chance to see how cute you’ll look after you swell up.” The tear-filled look of pure hate she gave him then was worth kidnapping her for by itself. Even better was her quiet whimper once she realized how close he was. He leaned his body up so that his face was mere inches from Scootaloo’s and forced her to look at him. He wanted her to see his face as he came inside her.

Scootaloo fought to maintain her composure, to not break down in front of this asshole, but it was becoming difficult. The one of the other stallions had cum inside of her that second day, but the pain she had felt during that rape hadn’t allowed her to focus on that fact. While it still hurt a little as Onyx pushed into her small frame, it wasn’t bad enough to overwhelm her thoughts this time. This was the first time one of them were going to cum inside of her while she was capable of thinking about it. She tried to turn her eyes away, but Onyx violently slapped her butt. Scootaloo screamed in pain.

“No looking away dear. I want you to look at me.” Her eyes met his, and he gave her a smile. Her moist walls were gripping him so tightly, and the look on her face was so delicious, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. With both hooves still tightly gripping her face, he leaned forward and set Scootaloo flat on the floor. With him on top now, he pounded into her even faster. Scootaloo fought the need to sob as his eyes glazed over. The fantastic feeling of this unwilling girl’s warm grip finally set Onyx over the edge, and a wonderful sensation rose up inside of him.

Afraid of the pain he would deal her if she looked away, Scootaloo stared into those misted eyes as she felt his warm cum seep into her. Onyx sighed with bliss as he could feel her little body milking him, the last little bits of cum entering deep into her body. He lightly stroked her head as he finally pulled out of her.

“I’ll swing back around lunch to have another go at you girls. You can all stay here for now. I have some buyers coming by to take a look at you girls in a few days, so I might as well let you spend your last few days together before they separate you out.” He ruffled Scootaloo’s hair as he drank in the fearful look in their eyes. “You three enjoy yourselves.” Onyx turned to leave, closing the door as he did. As he left the girls behind him, he found himself a little disappointed. These three had been an unbelievable delight, and Onyx would be sad to see them go. However, they were getting to be a little to broken for his taste. Sure, Scootaloo’s reaction was pretty good, but nothing like what Sweetie’s or Apple Bloom’s had been. None of them screamed like they had that first night, and it was even getting hard to make Apple Bloom cry. Sure, there was still a bit of fun to be squeezed out of them, as he just had with Scootaloo, but it was time to find some new toys.

Back in the room, once she was certain that Onyx was gone, Scootaloo broke down. She sat still, her hooves covering her cum splattered vagina as she sobbed. Apple Bloom, returning the favor from earlier, comforted her friend as Sweetie Belle made her way over. Sweetie too wrapped her hooves around Scootaloo as the three of them sat, the silence only incomplete due to Scootaloo’s quiet sobbing.
After a few minutes, she rubbed a hoof over her eyes to wipe some of the tears away, and stood up. Her hoof briefly made its way to her belly, as she prayed that she would escape this without an unwelcome passenger. She had only been raped a fraction of the amount of times as her two friends, and only a few of those times had been inside of her. Still, the idea of escape was so close that Scootaloo could practically taste it. She couldn’t bear the idea of making it out of this, just to carry a piece of this nightmare home with her.

“Sweetie, come here please.” Scootaloo led her friend to the other side of the room, and then showed Sweetie the key to their freedom. The paring knife glistened in the dimming afternoon light that floated in from the window. Understanding what this meant, an outright giggle escaped Sweetie’s mouth as she leaned her head down, presenting her horn to Scootaloo. ‘Where did they find that!? Is…is this actually happening!?’ Scootaloo lifted the knife in her wing, and pushed its edge into the latch holding Sweetie Belle’s horn ring in place. She began to turn it, making Sweetie suck her breath in as she felt a pressure in her skull that she hadn’t even realized was there relax. “Oh!” Scootaloo exclaimed, a pitying look crossing her face as she looked at Sweetie Belle. “This uh…this is probably going to hurt a little.”

“Just do it quickly then.” Sweetie responded. Nodding, Scootaloo twisted the latch the remaining amount, and a wet popping sound was heard as the latch pulled back. Sweetie yelped in pain as the horn ring loosened its grip on her magic. A small trickle of blood ran down her horn, as Sweetie’s hooves flew to the injury. Apple Bloom quickly bunched up a blanket, and helped Sweetie stop the bleeding. “What was that?” Sweetie demanded, pulling a reddened hoof away from her head.

“The ring was latched into your horn. I’m guessing that’s how the ring stops your spells, it plugs the magic up before it can go anywhere.” She slipped the knife back under a blanket, and joined Apple Bloom in comforting her friend. “Does it still hurt?” Sweetie nodded.

“A little, but it’s ok. Can I take the ring off now?” Scootaloo thought for a moment, but then frowned.

“Not yet. Er, well, you can. I don’t think it would be a good idea though, the ring looks like it is really hard to get on or off even with the latch undone. I think we should wait to remove it until we’re ready to make our move, that way we don’t risk one of the assholes noticing that it’s off.” When Sweetie’s face fell at that, Scootaloo lifted her chin, and flashed her a smile. “It shouldn’t matter much anyway though. I think it was the latch itself that was holding your magic back, so you should be able to use your magic now.” Sweetie Belle’s glimmered with hope, and she pulled away from her friends. She fluffed her hair to cover the loose latch, and her friends watched as she prepared to test out her newly freed magic. Their hooves fell to the floor as they watched. Sweetie Belle concentrated on one of the blankets on the floor, and a soft green aura surrounded it, lifting it into the air. The gleeful laugh that left Sweetie Belle’s mouth was the most pleasant sound Scootaloo had heard in days.

“It…I…I can….” Her eyes were filling with tears, this time of pure joy. Hooves wrapped around Scootaloo, Sweetie had tackled her into a tight hug. She was still laughing. She was so happy.

The light of the fifth day was turning orange when Apple Bloom opened her eyes. Tinker’s hooves were still wrapped around her form, even as he snored. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the filly slowly remembered why she was here. Tinker had made her lunch, and then taken her on the couch. Both of them were pretty worn out, and had accidentally drifted off to sleep after they were done. Considering how dark it was, Apple Bloom must have been out for most of the day. She was glad. This meant that she would be less tired when they made their escape later that night,

Slowly, trying not to wake the stallion, Apple Bloom peeled herself out from under Tinker’s hooves. When she had gotten herself into a standing position, she listened intently. She couldn’t hear the other two stallions. The way out. That was what she had been charged with finding, the way out. It had to be her. Scootaloo was never trusted outside of her room, and Sweetie Belle was almost never allowed to go anywhere without Onyx being there. In theory, Tinker was supposed to do the same for Apple Bloom but….

Another loud snore belted out from behind her, and Apple Bloom chuckled quietly. It was time to get to work. Her task was easy, just find the door outside and figure out which direction to leave in. She walked to the far end of the hall, to the door at the end. It was as good a bet as any that this was the right one. She pushed the door open, but was greeted by a bedroom instead. She gasped in fear as she saw Onyx on the bed inside, but relaxed when she realized he was asleep. Curled up next to him was Sweetie Belle. Apparently, Onyx and Sweetie were in the same situation that she and Tinker had been in. Quietly, Apple Bloom closed the door again.

Looking at the other doorways in the long hall, Apple Bloom doubted that any of them led outside. So, she made her way over to the kitchen. Leading out the back side of it was another hallway that she hadn’t seen much of yet. When she got there, her eyes lit up in triumph. Another door, this had to be it. There was even a covered-up window on the door, not something usually found on an inside door. With a forceful push, Apple Bloom attempted to open the door. However, it remained firmly shut. She realized that it was locked. Well, that wasn’t an issue, Sweetie could unlock it with her magic.

“And you were doing so well too.” Apple Bloom yelped in shock, flipping around to see Tinker looking down at her. Umber was standing next to him, a sick grin on his face. “I actually believed you might be learning your place here, and here you are trying to leave.” He forcibly grabbed her, and yanked her into the living room, shoving her down to the floor. “Umber, get us started. I’ll go let Onyx know what happened. He’ll want to help punish her.” Tinker strode off, leaving Apple Bloom alone with Umber. The filly’s heart was hammering in her chest as she tried to avoid Umber’s gaze.

The stallion walked over to where the filly had been thrown. He sat himself down in a vertical position, and directed Apple Bloom to climb up. Sniffling, she climbed into his lap, and wrapped her hooves behind his back to steady herself. Umber grabbed her shoulders, and started to lower her down. Apple Bloom began to whine as Umber’s body began to rock up and down. The pain wasn’t too bad, but Apple Bloom knew that worse was coming.

“I wasn’t doing anything. I swear, I was just looking around. You don’t need to hurt me. I just…AH!” Umber’s hoof left a deep red mark where it had hit.

“Did Tinker say you could ‘look around?’” When she didn’t answer, he struck her again, this time much harder. Apple Bloom began to cry as she held he sore face. She whimpered out a response.

“No, I’m sorry. I should have asked, I’m sorry.” Hearing her apology, Umber lowered his hoof. It was up to Onyx to decide what to do with her anyway, he just wanted to concentrate on fucking his little toy. He wrapped his hooves around the small of her back, and pulled her in close. He nibbled on her ear and kissed shoulder and neck. He had hilted in her by this point, and his movements began to pick up speed.
Apple Bloom was looking at the ceiling, trying to take her mind off of the thickness that was pushing into her. Her mind drifted to home. It was getting dark out, Applejack was likely just calling it a day. ‘I wonder who has been doing my chores. Probably Big Mac, I’ll owe him bigtime when I get back.’ These thoughts darkened however, as she realized that Applejack and Big Mac probably weren’t any chores at all. They were likely still trying to find her. ‘When I get home, I am going to give everypony the tightest hugs they’ve ever had. Granny especially, she can’t be taking this well.’

“So, sightseeing were we?” Apple Bloom’s attention turned to Onyx, who had apparently just entered the room with Tinker at his back. He reached towards her, and grabbed her hair. Yanking her face to look at him, his voice went cold. “You will never do that again. You only go where we tell you to go, even if you just want to go across the room.” Apple Bloom nodded, and he let her face go. Onyx stepped back to enjoy the view of this little filly forced to ride his companion. His expression brightened somewhat, he stepped into the next room and quickly returned with a sheet of paper that he held out to her.

“So, Umber went into town today to do some food shopping. He found something that you may be interested in.” The bouncing motion made it difficult, but Apple Bloom gripped the paper, and looked at it. It was a missing ponies flyer. “These are apparently hung up all over town, impressive given how far away from Ponyville we are.” There, emblazoned on the front were last year’s school photos of herself and the other two CMC. At the bottom was a simple three-part message in the hoofwriting of Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and her sister.

Apple Bloom’s lips quivered as she read, and she didn’t notice as Onyx positioned himself behind her. She jumped as she felt his hooves spread her butt cheeks apart. Onyx pinned her between himself and the still pumping Umber. Apple Bloom fought wildly to free herself from their grip when she felt his head touch the puckered entrance.

“You know, I don’t think we’ve broken this hole in yet.” Onyx’s hooves held the suddenly panicking Apple Bloom in place, as he grinned wickedly. “We can’t rightfully sell her off if we haven’t fully tested her out, can we?” He laughed at the poor filly’s sudden desperate struggling. Apple Bloom remembered what it had looked like when Umber had raped Sweetie Belle there, she could still hear her friend’s pained screams.

“No, no! Don’t do it there, please!” Onyx ignored her, and he held her close as he struggled to push into the tight hole. The heavenly sensation of Apple Bloom’s tight ass was nothing to Onyx next to the sweet sound of her screaming as he pushed into her. His slow movements consumed all of her attention, and Umber’s furious humping was forgotten. “OOW! No! NO! Please stop! It hurts!” Apple Bloom pleaded; crying hysterically, her sobs cutting into her miserable pleading. “I’m s-sorry, I-I’m sorry I misbehaved! Just stooop *sob* I’ll do-o whatever yo….” Finally, it was too much, and Apple Bloom’s speech devolved into pitiful blubbering as she hung her head and loudly wailed.

It was almost too tight. Onyx was having a real tough time pushing into the bawling filly. Umber was pushing into her pussy several times faster than him, and he was only able to push part of the way in. However, the enveloping feeling he felt whenever he did push in was almost unbelievable. How had he waited this long to try this on the girl? Tinker, who was still stroking himself off to the side, could see the bliss on Onyx’s face. He decided it was time he stepped in.

“Apple Bloom.” The tears were still flowing freely when Tinker put his cock in front of her face. Not wanting them to hurt her any more than they were, she opened her mouth. Tinker smiled pityingly at the filly as he pushed into her mouth, muffling her sobs. “I’m sorry, but you brought this on yourself.” Tinker said, as he felt her tongue run slowly along his shaft. While she lacked the “training” that Onyx had given Sweetie, and the experience that Scootaloo had, Apple Bloom’s mouth was still enjoyable enough.

For several minutes, Apple Bloom was rocked in every direction as three cocks violently violated her every orifice. Even with Tinker’s penis blocking her mouth, she still noisily cried. Her left hoof cupped and massaged Tinker’s balls, earning her several satisfied gasps. However, her right hoof never released the flyer. Tinker pushed into her mouth so deep his sack repeatedly brushed up to her chin. Saliva coated his cock, and made her tongue slide along it wonderfully. Umber just pounded away at her with reckless abandon. Onyx was the first to cum, his hooves kneading her belly as the pleasure overcame him. Tinker was next. The suction of her mouth milked the first burst of cum right out of him, and he pulled out of her mouth and moaned as he fired cum at Apple Bloom’s face, getting some on her nose, hair, and closed eyes. Umber, surprisingly, finished last. He shouted in carnal bliss as his cock, soaked in her vaginal juice, slammed into her one last time.

The four of them were left in a damp pile, all completely spent. Umber and Onyx eventually recovered, and gave Tinker a nod as they left the room. Tinker lifted Apple Bloom up, and held her cum drenched body close. The little filly still held onto the flyer. With the action over, her eyes flew over the page once again.

These three fillies went missing from Ponyville Monday. They were last seen walking towards the town’s eastern end. If you have any information regarding their location, or if you have seen them recently, please contact your nearest royal authorities.

Sweetie Belle, if you’re reading this, I love you so much; and I will rip whoever took you from me to shreds when I find you.

Hang in there Squirt. You’re strong, I know that you’ll be ok.

Be brave Apple Bloom. We’re coming for you.

Apple Bloom gripped the flyer to her chest, holding it like a lifeline connecting her to the family she wanted back so badly.

‘You won’t have to look much longer sis, we’re coming home.’

It had been two hours since the stallions had left her for the night. Sweetie figured that they were likely asleep by now. Throwing off her blankets, and rousing the other girls, Sweetie marched over to the door. She reached up and peeled the ring off of her horn, and it fell onto the blankets with a muted *thunk.* Green energy swirled around Sweetie’s horn and melted through the door, as Sweetie gripped the handle on the opposite side and turned it slowly. The door made a little noise as it opened, and all three girls winced. However, there was no noise from out in the hall, and they quickly relaxed. Sweetie took the lead as they crept out into the darkened hall. In complete silence, they began their journey up the stairs, down the hall, and to the door that Apple Bloom identified as the exit.

Once again, Sweetie’s horn began to glow, as she reached to open the lock on their doorway to freedom. A silent metallic click was the only noise as Sweetie turned the handle, and the door slowly opened. The cold of the outside air greeted the fillies, and the three of them were left frozen as they stared into the darkness of night that would hopefully cover their escape. After a moment of disbelief that they had made it this far, the three of them stepped through the threshold.