The night air was cold enough to make the girls shiver as they stepped out of the doorway. There wasn’t much moonlight, which made seeing their surroundings difficult. However, they could quickly make out that they were in clearing of a fairly dense piece of forest. After a quick glance around, Apple Bloom pointed into the distance.

“We need to go that way,” She quietly whispered. Scootaloo looked where she was pointing, clearly confused.

“How do you know?” The forest looked the same to her in that direction as it did in any other.

“Look at the stars.” Apple Bloom said, pointing. “See that black area there, where there’s something between us and the night sky? I think that’s Canterlot Mountain. Even if it’s not, it gives us a direction to go in.”

“Wherever we go, I think we should get moving.” Sweetie Belle interjected, “The more distance we can put between ourselves and this place before they wake up, the better.” Nodding in agreement, Scootaloo fell in behind Apple Bloom as she stepped down from the doorway. Sweetie, slowly and quietly, sealed the door behind them. There was a simple road leading out from the plain looking house. It was clearly poorly maintained, and the house itself, despite how nice it was in the interior, looked almost abandoned.

The girls set off toward the silhouette, initially walking along the side of the road before Scootaloo pointed out that that might be a bad idea. The forest floor was very dense, as was the canopy, which made both movement and navigation difficult. They stopped almost every five minutes to let Apple Bloom double check that they were still on course. They walked in silence for almost an hour before Sweetie picked up her pace, to bring herself next to Apple Bloom.

“Hey uh, Apple Bloom?” The red-haired filly didn’t respond, her face flaring red, but she tilted her ears up to listen. “Since it looks like it will be several hours before we get anywhere, I-I wanted to talk to you about….”

“Are you sure now is the best time?” Apple Bloom’s face was redder than her hair, and Sweetie could her that she was trying not to cry. Despite the private nature of what they were discussing, Scootaloo practically clung to their backs as they walked. She had never been comfortable in the dark, and she had a lingering feeling that they were being followed.

“Well, I mean, it’s not like they can hear us.” Predicting what her friend’s next counterargument would be, she added, “And don’t tell me you need to focus on where you’re going. You can walk in a straight line and listen at the same time.” Sweetie took her friend’s silence as permission to continue, “I…when I saw you the other day, you looked scared. Like you thought I would be mad at you. We can discuss…what you said, and what that means for us, when we get home. Right now, though, I want you to know that I’m not mad at you. They made you do that to me, and the fact that you clearly enjoyed it….” Sweetie smiled softly, “I was just happy to see you smile again.” Apple Bloom sniffed, trying to hold back tears. “I promise, when we get home I….”

“Uh girls!” Sweetie stopped talking, and turned to see what Scootaloo wanted. The filly had stopped moving, and had her eyes fixed to the ground between them. Following her gaze, Sweetie noticed something…uncomfortably familiar. There was a very soft green glow around their hooves. Sweetie felt her jaw clench as her heartbeat picked up. ‘How long has that been there? We were walking too close, we should have spread out enough to see each other’s hooves!’ Scootaloo bent her head down to get a better look at glowing earth. “What is this?”

“We need to run.” Apple Bloom looked over at Sweetie in surprise.

“What do y….”

“NOW!” Sweetie shoved Apple Bloom forward, and then picked Scootaloo back onto her feet with magic. Soon the three fillies were bolting through the forest floor, branches whipping at their faces as they ran. Apple Bloom led the charge, but she yelled back at Sweetie Belle.

“What’s going on? What is that light?” A root snagged her hoof and she almost faceplanted into a rock, but Sweetie caught her in her magic. Once her friend had regained her footing Sweetie answered.

“Twilight called it the ‘Revealed Path’ spell. It’s what the royal guard uses to track escaped convicts!” She yelled ahead. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom felt the blood leave their faces when the implication hit them. “We need to split up. If the spell is cast on multiple ponies, it gets weaker the farther away from each other they are.”

“Right!” Apple Bloom responded, “If any of us get caught, the others can tell the guards to search this forest. We can still get away girls!” Scootaloo yelled in agreement.

“Damn right. Ok, split up in 3, 2, 1…BREAK!” The three fillies darted into different directions, although all of them still vaguely headed towards the silhouette of the mountain. The glow around their slowly began to dim, but the fade was very slow.

Sweetie wasn’t sure how long she had been running for, or for that matter, where she was running to. She’d lost all sense of direction. She stopped running as she squinted into the night, looking for the mountain. ‘Is that it? No, no I do…what was that?’ She turned to look towards the sound of a branch snapping. Nothing, probably just an animal. Stopping had been a bad idea, it didn’t matter where she ran as long as it was away from the hell behind her. She began running again. The forest continued to stretch on in front of her as she ran.

This time it wasn’t her imagination. There were hoof steps quickly approaching her. Sweetie ran in a panic, as she looked behind her to try and see her follower, but it was just too dark. She got her answer quickly though as she slammed into something at about chest height. A branch was levitating in front of where she had been running. Umber. The air had been knocked out of Sweetie’s lungs, and she couldn’t muster the strength to stand as the dark form of the unicorn descended on her. She felt the same horrifying feeling as that first day, as a powerful smelling rag was forced over her mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit….” This was bad, this was very bad. Despite being a pegasus, Scootaloo had the worst night vision of the trio. She’d basically been stumbling blind as she ran, and that resulted in exactly what she had been worried it would. Her hoof had gotten caught in an animal burrow, and she’d twisted it. It wasn’t broken, but she couldn’t run. Looking down, she could still see a very faint glow around her hooves. She wasn’t getting away. It was going to be up to the other two to bail her out of this. Unable to run, Scootaloo decided to do what Rainbow Dash would do in her position, and fight back.

The displacement of air caused by a pegasus’s wings was not a loud noise, but it was easily recognizable. Scootaloo waited until the last minute then went down on her fore hooves, and kicked with her back hooves into the air. She was rewarded with a loud yell of pain as she hit Onyx right in his left wing. The stallion quickly picked himself up, and ducked under another swing that Scootaloo made, towards his head this time. He slapped her as hard as he could manage, and she spun as she screamed in pain. His left hoof pinned her fore hooves to her side, as his right forced a rag over her mouth.

The glow around Apple Bloom’s hooves had disappeared around a minute ago. Yet, she refused to stop running. Her lungs screamed for her to stop, to rest, but she ignored it. Branches whipped by her as she ran, tearing at her fur and flesh. She was bleeding from several of the cuts she’d received, but she would not stop running. She periodically checked behind her to see if she had a follower, and after a few minutes of more running, this proved a valid worry. There, only a few hundred paces behind her, was a stallion. She couldn’t tell which one, and she really didn’t care. She didn’t know she had it in herself, but somehow, she sprinted even faster.

The clop of hooves following her was all the motivation she needed to keep up her panicked pace. There was a particularly dense group of bushes ahead. Without slowing down, she burst through them, and was greeted with an interesting sight.

Was that…? Lights! Street lights! She could see the silhouettes of houses too. It didn’t look like Poniville, but she couldn’t care less. Salvation was so close, Apple Bloom opened her mouth to scream for help. Her mind on the lights, she didn’t notice the root until it was too late. Without Sweetie’s magic to catch her this time; Apple Bloom’s face was given an abrupt introduction to the ground. Her vision glazed over. She desperately tried to stand back up, but immediately fell to her knees again. She opened her mouth to scream for help from somepony in the town, but a rag was shoved over her mouth before she could make a sound. Her muffled screams never made it far enough to be heard by anypony but the stallion holding her.

“Stop struggling, stop…there we go. There we go, go to sleep. I need to get you back home you little misbehaving brat.” Apple Bloom barely registered Tinker’s voice. Her entire being was focused on those buildings. They were right there, and she couldn’t reach them.

Apple Bloom’s eyes drifted back open in a familiar location. The grey walls and minimal light that had become her home greeted her slowly waking eyes. She brought herself to her knees, the previous night’s failed escape flooding back to her, as she began to cry softly. They were so close….

“Ah, the last one is finally awake then.” Her eyes followed the voice to see Onyx, and she was met with an immediate slap to her face. She yelped as her hoof reached to the point of impact. Onyx pushed head down to the floor violently, and leaned down to her. All of the restraint that had always been present in his voice was gone as he snarled at her, “What did you think you were trying to do? Did you really think we’d just let you leave that easily!?” When Apple didn’t answer, he grabbed her hoof, and began to painfully drag her out of the room and through the house. They arrived at the entrance to Onyx’s room, and the stallion threw the door open.

Sweetie was laying down on the edge of the bed. She had a ball gag in her mouth, and she breathing frantically through it. Her hooves were tied behind her, and her back legs were secured to the floor so that they were spread open in front of Apple Bloom. Scootaloo was tied to the bed’s headboard, and she was positioned so that her face was to the wall. Onyx shoved Apple Bloom though the door, and as he stepped in, he grabbed something off of a nearby shelf. The object flew through the air, as Onyx tossed it in front of Apple Bloom.

“Put it on.” Onyx growled at her. Apple Bloom looked down at the strap on, immediately understanding what it was for. Whimpering, she slipped it over her waist. The phallic part of the strap on extended into the strap, and it pushed into Apple Bloom was she wore it. Onyx grabbed something else off of the shelf as well, a short rubber stick of some sort. Moving next to Apple Bloom, he pushed her towards Sweetie Belle’s tied up form. She stood there awkwardly, as a now terrified Sweetie Belle’s eyes were locked on the thing now protruding from Apple Bloom’s hips. “What are you waiting for? Start!” Onyx yelled at her. He looked up at Umber and Tinker, “You two get started as well.” The two stallions climbed onto the bed, and slid up to Scootaloo. Apple Bloom’s heart was beating as she looked down at her terrified friend. She knew what Onyx wanted her to do but….

“I-I can’t. I can’t hurt her. I….” *Smack* The rubber slapped across her face loud enough that she yelled in pain. “Please! She’s my friend, I ca….” Another slap, and by now Apple Bloom was beginning to cry, her voice raising in pitch as she became desperate. “Please, it was my idea. They had nothing to do with it. Don’t make me do this!” At the other end of the bed, the two other stallions were now positioned behind Scootaloo. The filly glared back at them, but said nothing. That is, until she realized what they were doing. She could feel both of them pressing against her asshole at the same time, and she began pull at the ropes holding her to the headboard.

“Woah, hey! They won’t both fit, they won’t both…ju-just take different holes! Guys…guys, ple-AAAAHHH!” Tinker and Umber both pushed into Scootaloo at the same time, and for the first time since being kidnapped, Scootaloo screamed. There were no words, no pleas for mercy. There was just a constant pained yell as tears streamed freely down her reddened face. It was awkward at first for the two stallions doing this. However, after a while, they formed a rhythm. Scootaloo yanked at the ropes holding her, but they wouldn’t give. Eventually, she just buried her head in the pillow at the head of the bed, and bawled into it. The stabbing pressure in her ass making her feel agonizingly full, and utterly empty on every round. Onyx listened to the delicious sounds of a lesson being learned, as he turned back towards Apple Bloom, who was watching the events unfold in abject horror. Onyx smacked the back of her head to get her attention, and pointed down to a frightened Sweetie Belle.

“If you won’t do it, then I will.” Onyx tapped the end of the strap on, “This is a lot smaller than I am. If you do it, it will hurt her a lot less.” Apple Bloom was sobbing, but she had no choice. She pulled herself close to her friend, and lined herself up with Sweetie’s pussy. “No, no dear. Not there.” Sweetie Belle, squeaked through her gag, as her eyes shot open. She looked to Apple Bloom, and began to frantically shake her head.

“I have to Sweetie. It’ll hurt less if I do it.” Apple Bloom’s voice was weak as she readjusted her position. Sweetie was begging through her gag, and Apple Bloom almost couldn’t see through her tears as she ignored her friends desperate pleading. “I’m, *sob* Sweetie, I’m so sorry.” Sweetie Belle’s eyes squeezed as she began to sob into her gag. Wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible, Apple Bloom pushed into her friend’s ass. Hearing Sweetie scream through her gag, as her back arched in pain, broke Apple Bloom’s heart. What was worse for Apple Bloom was the strap on. The part that was inside of her, pushed back every time she humped her friend. The waves of pleasure it sent through Apple Bloom’s made her feel all the more terrible. Her tears were falling onto Sweetie as she pleaded with her friend.

“Please, I’m so *sob* sorry. Please forgive me, don’t be mad. I *sob* love you Sweetie, I don’t want to hurt you. Please look at me.” As she begged, Apple Bloom could feel Onyx push up to her. She closed her eyes, feeling him push into her ass, as he forced Apple Bloom to experience what both of her friends were. Onyx groaned in ecstasy at the tight sensation. He didn’t even need to move much; Apple Bloom’s undulations were massaging him just fine. However, that wasn’t the point of all of this. This was punishment after all. So, her began to slam his hips into her, hearing her sobs worsen if that was even possible. At the head of the bed, Tinker and Umber were both getting near their limits. Feeling their paces become irregular, Scootaloo glanced back at them.

“You’re almost *sniff* done, right? Please, just get it over with.” Scootaloo whimpered. Tinker met her eyes, and gave her a nod.

“I’m getting close. It didn’t have to be this painful, you know. Why did you three have to go and do something so damn stupid.” He didn’t seem as readily horrible as the others at the moment, but any of the mercy toward these girls he had shown before died the moment they tried to escape. Scootaloo sniffled as the two continued to force themselves into her. They were all three sweating profusely, and it made their hips slap noisily. Scootaloo’s back legs were beginning to struggle to hold her up while the two stallions were repeatedly shoving down into her. She was just so tired. Umber finished first. The overpowering slam of ecstasy made him let out a loud shout as he pulled out of her, shooting his cum onto her face before she could turn away. Umber laughed as she yelped, and tried to wipe his cum off on the pillow.

Tinker lasted a little longer. As he got close, he bent down so that his body molded around hers. He nibbled on her ear as his hooves gripped her shoulders to provide support. He made no noise as he came. His grip on her shoulders tightened, and he nuzzled her necked as he pushed into the agonizing tightness of Scootaloo’s ass. When he came, he came inside, the white fluid oozing out around his buried member. He hugged her close for a while, occasionally bucking back into her slightly as a small, lingering wave of pleasure hit him. When it was finally over, Tinker eased out of her slowly. Even with the cocks no longer stabbing into her, the pain was still there, and Scootaloo just hugged the pillow to her as she quietly cried. Tinker climbed off of the bed and he and Umber didn’t say a word as they both left to clean themselves off, leaving the three girls alone with Onyx.

Apple Bloom wanted to die. The strap on was still pushing into her, and was now dripping with her juices. Sweetie Belle was looking at her, trying to meet her eyes, but Apple Bloom wouldn’t let her. She couldn’t let her friend know how good this felt. Onyx, however, felt no such reservations. He was moaning and gasping as he pumped into Apple Bloom. His hooves kneaded her small, but firm butt cheeks as his hips smacked into them. Apple Bloom soon felt the warm squirting of cum being shot deep into her, but her mind was elsewhere. She didn’t even notice as Onyx pulled out of her.

Then it started to happen. Apple Bloom’s eyes squeezed shut as she tried to deny what she was feeling, but it was impossible. The sensation of the strap on brushing against her, the feel of her hips connecting with Sweetie’s, the pure beauty of the filly she loved; it was all so overpowering. Apple Bloom hated herself. She hated that it felt so good to rape her friend. However, that hate was not enough to stop the inevitable. Apple Bloom sobbed as she felt herself cum to the sound of her friend crying. When Apple Bloom finally opened her eyes, she saw Sweetie Belle looking back at her. Even with little trickles of blood running down the strap on, even with her eyes so puffy from crying; Apple Bloom could see that Sweetie already forgave her. Apple Bloom would never be able to forgive herself. Whatever piece of her was left that believed that things could ever go back to the way things were, died right then.

The small amount of light that drifted into the cart from outside streamed in through a small crack in the wood. Scootaloo had her eye pressed to it to give her a view of where she was. She saw plenty, trees, valleys, mountains; but it was all meaningless because she recognized none of it. She’s been in this cart, aside from predetermined bathroom breaks, for three days. She could be anywhere in Equestria for all she knew. Being so far away from home, for the first time it really began to hit her that she would probably never see her home again. The young mare sitting across from Scootaloo frowned at her. When she had first gotten on the cart, Scootaloo had toyed with the idea of getting the other fillies together to rush and overpower their one overseer. However, with all of them chained to their seats, she quickly realized that was impossible. All of the fillies, herself included, had at one point or another attempted to yell out to another passing cart for help. However, the cart was clearly magically sound proof.

“Would you sit down.” The mare snapped. Scootaloo backed away and sat down on the cushioned seat next to one of the other fillies that had joined her on the cart over its journey. The little filly had just been picked up a few miles back, and she looked absolutely terrified.

“Where do you think they’re taking us?” She asked the older Scootaloo. Scoots just shrugged, and the filly’s face took on a look of clearly forced determination, “Well, we’re going to get rescued soon right. I’ve heard that Princess Luna can find ponies in their dreams, she’ll save us!” The filly looked at Scootaloo pleadingly, desperate to hear that everything would be ok. Scootaloo wanted to say yes, to give her that piece of mind, but she couldn’t bring herself to lie.

“I don’t think so. We would need to know where we were so that we could tell Luna. She can’t help us if she can’t find us. No, wherever this cart is going, I have a feeling we’ll be spending the rest of our lives there.” The filly’s face contorted as she began to cry. Scootaloo pulled her in close with her wing. “Shh, none of that. It’s ok, whatever happens, I will be right here for you.” She let the filly cry into her chest, as Scootaloo made up her mind. She would never go home, but there was still something she could do to give her new life purpose. All these fillies would need somepony, somepony to be there for them, to hold them as they cried, to be the one too “strong” to cry. Scootaloo had cried all of her tears when she was dragged away from Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle.

The stallion inspecting Apple Bloom ran his hooves over her, feeling her muscles that she’d built up from years of farm work. He held her chin as he looked at the features of her face. There were few signs of abuse, that was good, no one wants to buy a broken toy. Plus, the little filly had a very attractive face. Yes, this little farmgirl showed a lot of promise.

“I was under the impression that you had two fillies for sale.” He said, without his eye leaving her. Apple Bloom shifted uncomfortably. Being tied in place all day had made her stiff, and her jaws were beginning to hurt from the gags forcing them open. Sweetie, who was standing next to Apple Bloom could understand her discomfort. She wasn’t tied down like her Apple Family friend, but Onyx had insisted on gagging her anyway to, ‘prevent another outburst,’ like when the two of them had loudly cried when Scootaloo was taken away. She currently stood next to Onyx, shadowing him like she’d been ordered to.

“I did when I sent you the letter, but you showed up a bit late I’m afraid. The elder of the two was sold last night. Although, knowing how young you usually like them High Rise, that probably won’t matter much.” The new Stallion, High Rise apparently, chuckled. He smacked Apple Bloom’s ass, making her yelp. Sweetie whimpered in pity, attracting High Rise’s attention.

“It really is a shame that this beauty isn’t for sale too.” He said, looking at Sweetie Belle. Onyx smiled, and put his hoof around Sweetie’s shoulder.

“Maybe some other day. It probably won’t be too long before I’m bored of her, but I’m going to be keeping her for now. You can’t imagine how hot it is to have those gorgeous green eyes look up at you when she’s sucking you off.” The stallion nodded at Onyx in understanding. Sweetie felt Onyx’s hoof drift down between her legs, and she squeaked into her gag in surprise. He whispered into her ear, “Speaking of, as soon as he leaves with Apple Bloom, I think we should have a little fun. Go run to my room, and get ready for me.” He patted her on the butt, and she walked off.

Apple Bloom watched her friend walk away. Before leaving the room, Sweetie Belle gave one last look back at her. In spite of the gag in her mouth, Apple Bloom did her best to smile. Apple Bloom didn’t want Sweetie Belle to give up, she wanted her friend to believe that thing might still work out ok. Right now, a smile was the best encouragement she could give. Sweetie tried to smile back, and disappeared around the corner. They never saw each other again.

A pair of hooves gripping her butt snapped her back to the stallion behind her. She could feel her folds being parted as High Rise pulled at them. Apple Bloom squirmed as his tongue slid along her vagina. High Rise smacked his lips in contentment.

“I’ll take her.”

When Onyx entered his room, he found Sweetie lying on her back on his bed. The gag was still in her mouth, since she couldn't take it out by herself, and a large vibrator was deep inside her. Little twitches of her hips, and her quivering legs clued him in that she was nearing her limit. More importantly though, she was incredibly wet. He'd asked her to get herself ready, and she had done just that. This was going to feel amazing. Moving over to her, Onyx slowly pulled the vibrator out, listening with satisfaction as Sweetie gasped through the gag at the sudden emptiness. Before she could properly react, he dove in.

His tongue lapped up the juices seeping out from the filly, and pushed at her entrance. Sweetie moaned into her gag, she was so close already, and his expert tongue quickly made up the remaining ground. Her hips bucked lightly at his muzzle, as cum came gushing out over it. Onyx drank what he could, and as he rose back up, he wiped the rest from his face. His wings reached around her head, and pulled the gag from her mouth.

“My turn.” Onyx said as he moved to the head of the bed, and leaned back onto his pillow. Sweetie turned around to face him. Her hooves reached down to his cock, one lightly stroking it while the other lightly fondled his balls. She watched his expressions the whole time, gauging his reaction, in her typical method to see if what she was doing was right. Onyx smiled, and pet her hair as she got him ready. “You need to get some practice in. You’re going to be doing a whole lot of this in the future, so you might as well get good at it.” Hearing that, Sweetie Belle’s eyes fell to the ground, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

“What is it honey?” Onyx asked, lifting her chin so that she was looking at him. Sweetie sniffled, she was all alone now. Scootaloo was gone, Apple Bloom was gone, her last connections to her old life had been severed.

“I’m never going to see Rarity or Mom and Dad again, am I.” She looked him in the eye as she waited for the answer that she already knew was coming.

“No.”

Sweetie Belle’s shoulders shook as she cried. Onyx reached up, and cupped her cheek briefly. His hoof reached around the back of her head, and he gently pushed her head down and put her to work. She gave his shaft a slow lick from bottom to top, wrapping her mouth around the head when she reached it, and stroking the end with her flattened tongue. Her right hoof came up and began to stroke the base of his cock, as her left lightly massaged his balls. After a minute or so of gingerly lapping at the head, she lined herself up and began to bob her head, taking in more and more of him as she worked. As always, Onyx had some feedback, and he was delighted by her fast response. A deep moan escaped his lips as the filly served her purpose. Throughout it all, Sweetie Belle never stopped crying. It wasn’t the violent sobbing from before, just a despondent sniffling. She followed her instructions and she did her best even with her eyes blurry from tears.

As he began to get close, Onyx tapped her head. As much as he enjoyed seeing her drink his cum, he had a different plan tonight. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, strings of saliva breaking as she pulled her head back. Onyx put his hooves on her, and moved her on top of him. Sweetie straddled him, and lowered herself onto his cock. She began rocking her hips on top of him, as he put his hooves behind his head. His head tilted back as the pleasure he felt grew stronger. Soon, he grabbed her fore hooves and pulled her in close to him, still humping as he did so.

“Do you think that your pregnant yet?” His hoof reached between them and petted her stomach. Sweetie didn’t respond. “I really hope so. Nothing would be better than to see that sexy belly of yours swell up. I plan on at least keeping you that lllooo….” His words morphed into a loud moan as he came inside her. Sweetie sniffled as she felt his cum shoot into her. If she wasn’t pregnant yet, if was just a matter of time. Not that it mattered. The main reason she had been so scared of getting pregnant had been because she was worried that it would ruin her old life. It didn’t matter anymore.

Onyx kept humping into her as he came, and as he came down from his orgasmic high, he pulled her down onto the bed. His forehooves wrapped around her shoulders, and one of his back hooves moved over hers, as he drifted into unconsciousness. Even in sleep, his body was always surrounding and enveloping hers.

Sweetie Belle stayed awake for a while longer, crying softly into her pillow. She’d thought she was past this, past crying over a past that was out of reach. However, as she lay awake that night, all she could think about were her sister’s kind blue eyes, and reassuring voice.

Sweetie wondered if Rarity missed her as much as much as she missed her big sister.

Author's Note

Thanks to Skyflys for helping come up with the idea for that big clop scene in the middle. He is awesome, and he actually is in the middle of starting up a comic series very similar to this fic over on Derpibooru. Give him a view if you're interested.