120 Days of Blueblood

"Chastity - the most unnatural of all the sexual perversions."

— Aldous Huxley

The children barely slept at all in their dark cell. The sounds of their churning stomachs kept everypony awake as they attempted to digest their meals from the feast. They stared at the barred ceiling and walls as their minds raced from the events of the day. Their underdeveloped brains couldn't process what the next four months would require of them.

Had they been able to fully grasp the hopelessness of their situation, they most likely would have drifted into severe depression. As it stood, they were still children and had the indelible flame of hope that flickered within them; a flame which the libertines were only too eager to eventually snuff out.

Scootaloo thought back to her time at the orphanage. She had learned a lot from the nuns who cared for her; especially Sister Spectrum, who taught her about the evils of sex and the wages of sin.

Scootaloo had never been more confused in her young life. Everything that the nuns had taught them about the royal sisters was a lie. Celestia and Luna didn't delight in the chastity of ponies. Instead of being immaculate avatars of purity and hope, the princesses were the most impure and hopeless sinners Scootaloo had ever seen.

"The princesses are false gods," Scootaloo said bitterly to her fellow prisoners, "They lied to everypony." Such a blasphemous statement would have elicited a severe punishment for Scootaloo under normal circumstances. As it stood, she had a hard time conceiving of a worse punishment than her current situation; she also highly doubted that any of her cellmates would disagree with her assessment.

"Does Sister Spectrum know about this?" Scootaloo thought, horrified, "Is she... one of them?"

Scootaloo imagined Sister Spectrum silhouetted in shadows as the royal guards arrived at the orphanage to take the children to the castle. There was an evil glint in the nun's eye as she cast a cruel smile, knowing full well what fate awaited the orphans.

"No!" Scootaloo screamed as she shook her head violently before throwing herself prostrate onto the stone ground. Burying her head in her fore-hooves, Scootaloo sobbed long and hard as she tried desperately to erase the wicked ideas from her mind.

Sister Spectrum was like an older sister to the young orphan, and she was not about to let her memories become tarnished by the libertines' perversity.

"Sister Spectrum would never do anything to hurt us," Scootaloo thought as she continued to cry, "...Would she?"

Scootaloo's sobbing prompted the other children to also start crying.

Pip sat facing the corner of the cell, rocking back and forth as he listened to the wailing of his fellow prisoners. To help console himself, he started singing the Equestrian hymn his mother used as a lullaby when he was a foal.

"Yes, Luna loves me," Pip sang sadly, "Oh yes, Luna loves me..." The words died in his throat as he thought about the feast and the real Luna. Pip's lip trembled as he was unable to continue the song. The libertines had tarnished one of the few fond memories he had of his mother. Pip hung his head and bawled his eyes out.

Drained mentally and emotionally, the fillies and colts eventually ran out of tears and lay on their hay bedding until exhaustion finally claimed them and they drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, Filthy Rich came by to rouse the children. Fancy Pants and Fleur were with him to make sure the children didn't escape. Upon seeing her stepfather, the once-spoiled pink filly ran to the edge of the cage and desperately begged him to release her.

"Father! Father, please!" Diamond Tiara wailed as she reached her hooves through the bars towards her perverted patriarch, "I don't know what madness has taken hold of you, but you must fight it! Please father, come to your senses and we can leave this place together! I'll never a tell a soul about what you've done. I promise I'll be a good daughter. Please show mercy and release me!"

"Silence!" Filthy Rich barked, sounding like a wild animal. Diamond Tiara whimpered pitifully as tears filled her eyes.

"You will know release soon enough, you little whore," Filthy Rich said, "But not before you learn how to give it."

Filthy Rich ordered the children to stand at attention outside their cage. As they did so, he inspected the cell to make sure none of them had relieved themselves during the night. Once he was satisfied that all was in order, he returned to the children.

Truffle Shuffle's belly gurgled as his body was eager to expel Celestia's excrement from his system.

"Please!" Truffle Shuffle begged, "I have to go! I've held it in all night!" Filthy Rich smiled at the pudgy, fidgeting colt. Out of all their captives, the colt cuddler was most looking forward to training Truffle Shuffle. Hearing the chubby colt beg gave Filthy Rich a thrill of perverse pleasure.

"Of course," Filthy Rich said sympathetically, "My poor little chit, you look as though you'll burst if you don't relieve yourself soon." The chubby colt looked nervously at the stallion as his volatile innards continued to churn.

"Fortunately," Filthy Rich continued, "you have several fine mouths available here to use as your toilet." The stallion then gestured to the other five children, who looked horrified. Truffle Shuffle stared at his fellow prisoners hesitantly.

He considered relieving himself on the floor as an act of defiance. He wanted to show the libertines he refused to play along with their sick games. The problem was that he knew such an act would be punished most severely, possibly even resulting in his own death. In spite of the horrors he had endured so far, the young colt was not suicidal. Truffle Shuffle wanted to live! To escape!

"I... I can't," Truffle Shuffle said, backing away from his fellow prisoners, "Please don't make me."

"Do not disappoint me," Filthy Rich growled ominously, "Now pick a child to accept your waste." Truffle Shuffle cried as he closed his eyes and pointed at Diamond Tiara.

"No!" the pink filly screamed and attempted to run. She was stopped by Fancy Pants, who levitated the struggling filly into the air.

"You want to defecate in my stepdaughter's mouth?" Filthy Rich said with a smile, "How delightful."

Fancy Pants then brought the screaming filly before Truffle Shuffle. Fancy Pants forced Diamond Tiara to lay on her back as she continued to shake her head while screaming bloody murder and demanding that they let her go.

The chubby colt whimpered as he turned away from Diamond Tiara and positioned his ass over her face. When she saw the chubby colt's anus mere inches from her lips, she stopped screaming and instead kept her mouth closed in protest. Closing her eyes, she turned her head to one side. Having the colt's excrement decorate her face was infinitely preferable to eating it.

"Open your mouth, daughter," Filthy Rich ordered, "Swallow his shit or I'll make you serve as Celestia's personal chamberpot for the rest of your life." Thinking that her father was mad enough to follow through with his threat, Diamond Tiara acquiesced and slowly opened her mouth. Tears fell to the ground as she braced herself for a second consecutive meal of fecal matter.

Truffle Shuffle knew how wrong this was, but he couldn't be bothered with that guilt now. He was about to relieve himself and it was going to feel glorious. He felt his first turd start to crown as Diamond Tiara's lip quivered. The young colt was about to do the deed, when Fleur flipped a switch, revealing an adjoining room through a hidden door.

The dungeon was connected to a circular room with a large hole in the middle. Truffle Shuffle's nose was suddenly filled with a strong stench. He looked around and saw that they were mere feet from the libertine's bathroom. Spying a non-sentient hole in which to relieve himself, the chubby colt ran to the middle of the room and shit down the toilet hole. Once Diamond Tiara realized that Truffle Shuffle was no longer hovering over her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Filthy Rich commanded the other children to follow Truffle Shuffle's lead and relieve their bowels into the pit. Shuddering and straining amidst gurgling stomachs and the sounds of farting, the six children expelled their meals from last night's feast. Their excrement and urine traveled down the deep hole before landing atop a large pile of wet feces. For years, this room had collected all the waste of the libertines' victims.

Truffle Shuffle let out a couple of loud farts as he pushed one last bowel movement out of his system. Filthy Rich stood to the side as he watched a long brown log slide out of Truffle Shuffle's ass and down the pit. Filthy Rich imagined what it would feel like to shove his hot stallionhood up the child's rectum. Precum started to flow from his semi-erect penis as he thought about mercilessly sodomizing Truffle Shuffle until he bled and begged for mercy. Growing hornier by the second, Filthy Rich walked forward and kissed the surprised colt on the lips.

Truffle Shuffle blushed as the stallion held the kiss. The child resisted his instinct to back away, because if he did, he would've fallen into the pit. Filthy Rich darted his tongue inside and ran it along the roof of the colt's mouth. In spite of being driven by his lusts, Filthy Rich had enough control to remember the rules. He couldn't claim the young colt's ass until the child had been properly trained and found worthy. The libertine eventually broke the kiss, causing Truffle Shuffle to look away, ashamed.

"I'm so proud of you, my little chit," Filthy Rich whispered in the young colt's ear, "You were given your first test and you passed."

"I don't understand..." Truffle Shuffle said.

"When the body cries out for release, all other false notions of decency dissipate," Filthy Rich said, "You needed to relieve yourself so badly, that you were willing to violate my step daughter's throat. Achieving self gratification at the expense of everything else is what matters in our eyes."

Once the children had all relieved themselves, it was time to begin their lessons. Exiting the bathroom, the children followed the liberties up a winding staircase out of the dungeon and through a long hall into a parlor with several couches divided by curtains. They wouldn't pair off just yet, though. For now, the goal was for the libertines to instruct the children on the proper performance of their duties. Being the most eloquent of the libertines, Fancy Pants stepped forward to address the children.

"Some who would defame us say that we are slaves to our bodily urges," Fancy Pants said, "They claim we have not mastered our bodies, but that our bodies have mastered us."

The stallion's words caused Truffle Shuffle to feel a sudden surge of guilt for what he had been willing to do to Diamond Tiara. He felt deeply ashamed and was unable to look at her.

"I'm not becoming one of them," he thought bitterly, "I'm not..."

"Such fools emphasize the need for chastity and abstaining from physical pleasures for the sake of purifying their soul," Fancy Pants said, "These simpletons delude themselves, for there is no soul. They are all slaves, shackled to a false idea of some reward in the hereafter for denying themselves pleasure in the flesh."

Scootaloo felt the anger boiling inside her as she thought about the disgusting libertines having the nerve to mock the values she and Sister Spectrum cherished.

"We bring to the world this great truth," Fancy Pants said benevolently, "Only through unbridled lust and wanton depravity can one obtain the greatest pleasures in life. We are achieving the full measure of our creation when we embrace libertine philosophy."

Shaking with rage, Scootaloo was unable to keep silent any longer. Fluttering her wings as she jumped in front of Fancy Pants, Scootaloo began to quote from the princesses' scriptures.

"Woe unto ye, liars and hypocrites!" Scootaloo cried out, turning Celestia's own words against her libertine followers, "The princesses don't keep their commandments!"

The other children shrunk back, afraid of what might happen to Scootaloo. The young pegasus closed her eyes and flinched as Fancy Pants moved towards her. She was expecting to be stuck down for her outburst and was quite surprised when Fancy Pants simply smiled at her. Filthy Rich and Fleur chuckled quietly.

Fancy Pant appreciated the boldness of young filly and saw in her brazenness a desire for further understanding, which he was only too happy to impart.

"There's no need to ruffle your pretty little feathers, my dear little cuntie," Fancy Pants said, "I'm sure you are wondering why Celestia and Luna preach morality and chastity when they themselves have enjoyed more than an eon of baser pleasures." Scootaloo gave a single nod, while keeping her expression reserved.

"The princesses know that most are unworthy of their own bodies," Fancy Pants said, "Celestia ad Luna wanted to share their libertine gospel with all of Equestria, but their message was rejected. Many ponies were unwilling to give in to their lusts and instead became unnatural beings who desired morality. It pained the princess to withhold the greater knowledge from her subjects, but since Celestia is a benevolent ruler, she gave her citizens what they desired. Celestia shackled all ponies with a moral code to punish them for rejecting the truth of carnal pleasure."

Fancy Pants repeated what had been told to him by the princesses. This was also a lie. Not even the libertarians were trusted with the whole truth. The only ones who knew what really happened were the royal sisters.

One thousand years ago, Celestia and Luna ruled Equestria in harmony. In their vain desire for eternal youth and beauty, the princesses cast what they thought was an immortality spell. In actuality, it turned out to be an immorality spell, which was so potent that it affected all of Equestria.

The world quickly devolved into chaos, as all the citizens had formed one huge, continuous orgy. Stallions spread every orifice of every gender with their hot, pulsating members. Mares became pregnant and didn't even stop sucking cocks when it was time to give birth. Their offspring were then forced to participate in the orgy long before they would ever feel arousal themselves. Before receiving nourishment from their mothers' teats, foals learned how to suckle on cocks and clits.

As a result of the princesses embracing their new immoral nature, they were unfazed by the perversity which pervaded the planet. Their only focus remained their quest for immortality; even if that meant reading forbidden scrolls of dark magic that no moral pony would consider. One scroll told of a ancient rite which granted eternal youth and beauty at the cost of virgin sacrifices.

Unfortunately for them, after casting the immorality spell, virginity had become increasingly rare commodity throughout Equestria. Concepts such as morality and chastity were completely wiped from the public conscience, which meant that the sisters' secret rite for eternal beauty was in jeopardy unless they acted fast.

To increase the number of potential sacrificial candidates, Celestia and Luna decreed that the world had been seduced by the whisperings of Discord, who had clouded the minds of their subjects and led them astray.

The princesses set forth a list of commandments that were to be obeyed by the populace, lest they be smitten with hellfire. Faced with the threat of annihilation, the royal subjects began to repent, which freed them from the immorality spell. Ponies all over Equestria pledged to live lives of chastity and morality and to shun the temptations of the flesh.

The public orgies were banned and only a select, secret few were permitted to join the princesses in enjoying a libertine lifestyle. Celestia and Luna hid their deeds from their subjects so as not to appear hypocritical. As far as the general population was concerned, Celestia and Luna were Goddesses of purity who had descended from on high to save ponies from their sins.

For one thousand years, chastity and morality were preached by the princesses to a penitent public. Slowly the number of virgins increased, enabling the princesses to sacrifice mares and fillies as often as was required for Celestia and Luna to maintain their youth and beauty.

"We will now start your morning lessons," Fleur said, "Prince Blueblood has declared that time is to be set aside each morning for you to practice the art of masturbation."

Scootaloo looked around nervously at her fellow prisoners. She could tell at a glance who had at least a cursory knowledge of self pleasure. Silver Spoon and Featherweight, being the most innocent, had no idea what Fleur was talking about.

"As the best frigger in the castle, I shall direct you on how to frig a prick," Fleur said, "I will guide your young hooves. Soon you will each learn the proper motions, the intricacies of the tempo, how much speed is required and, most importantly, you will learn how to pay attention to the visual cues of the stallion you're frigging."

Two fainting couches were set up in the middle of the room, with Filthy Rich and Fancy Pants each reclining on one of them. The libertines' limp stallionhoods hung loose from their sheaths as they looked sternly at the children. The stallions were silently daring their prisoners to object or refuse, but none did. Their silence was not due to compliance, but shock and revulsion.

"In addition to mastering the technique," Fleur said, "you will also learn what attitudes and postures are most conducive to the operation's success; furthermore, punishments will be inflicted on those who at the end of a fortnight, despite these lessons, should fail to perfect their proficiency in this art."

Silver Spoon and Featherweight were chosen as the first two 'volunteers.' Neither gender nor age meant anything to the libertines. None were exempt from their perverted lessons. The other four children watched as their friends were subjected to the basest of degradations. The remaining children took a small measure of comfort in knowing that they were being ignored...at least for now.

"You four had better pay attention," Fleur snapped at the other children, "You'll be called upon to perform soon enough."

Featherweight couldn't bring himself to look at Filthy Rich. The young colt hadn't even touched himself before and yet here he was, forced to fondle Filthy's flaccid phallus.

"Fleur, I think you'd best devote your attention to the filly," Filthy Rich said as he used his fore-hoof to tussle Featherweight's mane, "I dare say this young scamp is more familiar with how to handle a stallion's equipment."

"I... I've never touched myself before," Featherweight confessed quietly, "Not like this."

The prospect of corrupting one as innocent as Featherweight was too tantalizing for Filthy Rich to bear.

"Please don't make me," Featherweight said, as he averted his eyes from the libertine's stallionhood, "I don't want to do this."

"You wretched buggerer," Filthy Rich said as he hit the colt across the face, "I care as little for your wants as I care for your idiot father."

"My father died for me," Featherweight said, "He was a great stallion."

"Indeed," Filthy Rich said as a droll smile crossed his lips, "Without his sacrifice, you wouldn't be here to service me. I suppose I at least owe him that consideration." Featherweight felt a lump form in his throat and anger simmer within his breast.

Meanwhile, Fleur was teaching Silver Spoon how to best entice males.

"Before you learn how to pleasure a stallion, you must first arouse him," Fleur said, "Sit beside him and show him your bottom."

Obediently, Silver Spoon crawled up onto the fainting couch and faced away from Fancy Pants. She blushed as he ogled her sacred private parts.

"Please don't look," Silver Spoon said, "I'm so ashamed."

"As well you should be," Fancy Pants said, scoldingly, "To have a cunny as petite as yours and not share it, is a crime against nature. We'll soon remedy that; but for now though, tell me what you know about frigging a prick."

"Alas!" Silver Spoon said, blushing to the ears, "I don’t even know what you’re talking about."

"Well then I’ll explain, my little cuntie," Fancy Pants said, as he bestowed heartfelt kisses upon the filly's bottom, "Our unique pleasure in this world is to educate little fillies, and the lessons we give are so excellent they prove unforgettable. Spread your hind legs, for if we are to teach you how to give us pleasure, it's only fair that at the same time we teach you what to do in order to receive pleasure."

Silver Spoon stood on the couch and spread her hind legs wide enough for a hoof to pass between them. Fleur stepped in to educate her about the female body. The mare stepped forward and placed a hoof on Silver Spoon's tight vagina.

"This, my dear, is called a cunt," Fleur said, "I will now tell you what you must do to your cunt in order to awaken a very felicitous sensation within you. Place one fore-hoof between your legs and lightly rub it against this little protuberance you feel here. This is what is called a clitoris."

Silver Spoon followed the instructions. Resting her head on one end of the couch. the filly brought a fore-hoof between her legs and pressed it against her marehood. Fancy Pants adjusted her hoof and felt himself growing hard as he watched the filly discover her body for the first time.

"That’s the way, yes!" Fancy Pants said, encouragingly, "Well?! Don’t you feel anything yet?"

"No, I truly don’t," Silver Spoon answered, naively.

"Ah, that’s because you are still too young," Fancy Pants said, dismissively, "but years from now you’ll see the pleasures it gives."

"Wait," Silver Spoon said, interrupting him, "I think something’s happening!"

With great vigor Silver Spoon rubbed the place that had been pointed out to her. A few faint titillations convinced the filly that what she’d begun was worth continuing. She rubbed herself harder, allowing her youthful enthusiasm to run headlong into sexual discovery. Before she could bring herself to a climax however, Fleur stepped in and removed her hoof.

"That's enough," Fleur said, "Your self-stimulation has achieved its purpose by arousing his desires."

Silver Spoon panted heavily as her beet-red face turned to look at Fancy Pants. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his massive erection. Since Fancy Pants was hard as a rock, they were ready to move on to the next phase.

Filthy Rich was less nuanced about his methods for generating arousal. He simply ordered for his stallionhood to be showered with kisses until it became hard. It was a request that Featherweight felt mortified to carry out, but complied in spite of the revulsion he felt. In no time, Filthy Rich was hard and leaking thin strands of precum.

"Mmm, yes. Suck my stones," Filthy Rich said as his testicles were tickled by the colt's tongue. Precum dripped from the shaft onto Featherweight's nose, causing him to flinch.

"Gently now," Filthy Rich said, cautiously, "If you bite me, I'll knock those little teeth out of your pretty little head."

Featherweight had managed to fit the entirety of the stallion's sweaty sack inside his mouth. Filthy Rich shivered with pleasure as he removed his balls from the colt's mouth and directed the child to prepare himself for the next phase.

Feeling sick from the taste of the stallion's genitals, Featherweight thought as though he would throw up. Resisting the urge, the young colt tried to not do anything to arouse Filthy Rich's anger.

"Now, my little feathered faggot," Filthy Rich said, "Are you aware of how to work a butter churn?"

"Yes," Featherweight said, "We had one at the orphanage that was part of our daily chores."

"Splendid," Filthy Rich said, "Such a task bears many similarities to your new chore. For one thing, both yield a rich cream when done properly."

Gesturing for the colt to move closer, Filthy Rich positioned his stallionhood right in front of the child. The stallion's tool was so monstrous that the colt's spindly fore-hooves looked as though they were in danger of breaking due to the sheer weight of his cock.

"This, my child, is called a prick," Filthy Rich said, proudly, "You have one yourself, but I dare say it's nowhere near as impressive as mine."

The stallion held Featherweight's fore-hooves and proceeded to guide them up and down the length of his shaft.

"This movement you're performing here," Filthy Rich said as he moved the colt's fore-hooves with increasingly rapid jerks, "This action is called frigging. Thus, by means of this action you frig my prick."

Featherweight shuddered as some of the stallion's precum dribbled onto his hooves. This unwanted lube made the colt's job easier, as he continued the jerking motions after the libertine stopped guiding his movements. Filthy Rich leaned back and watched as the colt proceeded to give him a decent hoofjob.

On the other couch, Silver Spoon had reached a similar point in her training. Having a cutie mark which symbolized her skill at cleaning silverware, the filly found it quite natural for her to polish a cock.

"Go to it, my child, put all your strength to it," Fancy Pants said, "The more rapid and persistent your movements, the quicker you will hasten my climax."

The pressure built until it could no longer be contained. Anticipating his release, Fancy Pants knocked Silver Spoon onto her back and stood over her. The frightened filly stared as his stallionhood twitched and his cock head flared ominously.

"That’s it," Fancy Pants said, "We’re shortly going to see something, my little one."

Fancy Pants ejaculated on Silver Spoon's chest. Her belly was drizzled in his salty stallion sauce. Once his load was spent, he sat on the couch and reveled in his orgasm. Fleur leaned in to suck the last, lingering traces of cum from his cock, before she moved over to Sliver Spoon. Fleur then proceeded to lick the stallion's cum off of the dazed and confused filly's chest.

Filthy Rich took careful aim as he had Featherweight sit back and hold his mouth open.

"Here's your cream, my little colt cunt," Filthy Rich said as he blew his load all over Featherweight's face. The first drop of semen hitting his tongue prompted the colt to close his mouth.

"You dare to close your hole when I'm using it?" Filthy Rich barked, "Open it this instant or I'll break your worthless jaw!"

Featherweight opened his mouth wide, allowing Filthy Rich to shoot his remaining streams directly down the child's throat.

"There we go. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Filthy Rich said, in mock compassion, "Now swallow."

The colt shook from disgust and shame as he forced himself to ingest the stallion's semen. Featherweight sat there and silently mourned the loss of something just as precious to him as a parent: His innocence.

"Please," Featherweight said as cum dripped down his chin, "Please let us go. This isn't right."

"I know you may feel empty inside now," Filthy Rich said, "But soon you will learn to feel completely full only when you have a cock inside you."

Fleur looked at the other four children who had watched the events unfold with rapt attention.

"So," Fleur said as she licked a dollop of Fancy Pants' cum from her lips, "Who's next?"

The next several weeks passed by quickly as one continuous blur of orgies and cum shots. Fleur worked to teach her students every trick she knew to make dicks spew goo. After their lessons, the six children had been transformed into the most delicious corps of friggers the castle had ever seen. Their efforts seamlessly produced semen as naturally as an apple tree produces apples.

The children derived no pleasure from their duties. Instead, they viewed servicing the libertines as an uncomfortable daily chore that had to be endured as sexual slaves. Their only peaceful moments were within the confines of their dungeon cell.

"We've got to stand united," Scootaloo said, "We have to remain pure in heart, lest we become corrupted like our libertine overlords." The six children made a pact to resist the libertines influence as much as possible, but some things were beyond their control.

Being prohibited from bathing meant that their coats were covered in a layer of unbearable body odor. The children reeked of the libertines sexual secretions and sweat. The foul smell of stale, dried semen and vaginal ejaculate only served to arouse the adults even further.

The children were still prohibited from being penetrated. They simply commingled with the libertines and honed their skills in stimulating the sex organs of the adults. After nearly a month of sexual slavery, the children began to feel the mental strain on their sanity.

One night, Filthy Rich and Fancy Pants were obligated to visit the children's cell late one night after a Royal Guard reported the most blood-curdling screams emanating from the dungeon.

The two stallions arrived and saw five of the children huddled in a corner of the cell, staring horror-struck at the flailing filly in the middle of their cage. Silver Spoon was thrashing about on the stone ground, screaming until her throat was in danger of giving out. It looked as those she had gone mad from grief.

"What's all this then, you sobbing shit stain?" Filthy Rich asked annoyed as Silver Spoon continued to bawl.

Unlike the other children, Silver Spoon had a living parent who still cared deeply for her. This knowledge gave her a sense of loss unique amongst the libertines captives. Silver Spoon recalled cherished memories of the one who had given her life and loved her. Her cruel reality invaded Silver Spoon's tender imagination, resulting in a flood of tears.

"It's your mama you're crying for, isn't it, my little snotface?" Fancy Pants said phlegmatically, "Come here and let me comfort you."

Unlocking the cage, the two stallions stepped inside, closing the door behind them. Fancy Pants' thunderous prick was visible for all the children to see. The other five watched helplessly as the stallion approached Silver Spoon's fragile frame. Her tears flowed abundantly down her cheeks as she stared at the horny libertine who was eager to discharge his seed.

"Well, bugger me with Discord's dong," Fancy Pants said as he looked down at the quivering filly, "I dare say it's impossible for a pretty mouthful like yourself to look lovelier than you do right now."

Ignoring his lecherous words, Silver Spoon made known the desires of her heart. She looked over at Filthy Rich, who owned her mother as a slave and begged him to grant her one request.

"Please," she said, "Use me as you like, but just let my mother know that I'm still alive."

There was a pause as the libertines were taken aback by the audacity of a child requesting a favor of them.

"Tell her I'm... happy as a servant in the castle," Silver Spoon said as she struggled to lie with conviction, "I don't want her to worry about me. You'll tell her, won't you?"

"I'm sure I don't know where she is now," Filthy Rich said. Silver Spoon felt her heart break.

"After you were taken away, your contemptible bitch of a mother refused to work," Filthy Rich said, dispassionately, "The sorrow over her missing child consumed all her thoughts and led to her crippling depression. I have no use for shiftless servants, so I sold her to a stallion who desired her for her body."

As Filthy Rich spoke these horrifying words to Silver Spoon, Fancy Pants groped and fondled her body. She felt as though she would be sick.

"Please," Silver Spoon cried as she resisted the sensual nature of Fancy Pants' touch, "at least respect my sorrow. I mourn my mother’s fate. She was dear to me, and now I fear that I shall never see her again. Have pity upon my tears; grant me this one evening of respite."

The libertines were quite oblivious to her pleas, intent only on their pleasure.

"Well, screw my sockets!" Fancy Pants exclaimed, as he began frigging his sizable prick, "I’d never have believed this scene could be so voluptuous. Lay down, my dear, that I might smear my essence on your cunt."

Without the faintest regard for her feelings, Silver Spoon complied with the stallion's request. She lay on her back with her legs spread, exposing her vagina. If this had been the deflowering hour, her merchandise could not have been better displayed. As it stood, there was still yet more to attend to before the children were allowed to be depucelated.

Silver Spoon continued to sob as Fancy Pants frigged his prick, while Filthy Rich eyed the other children to make sure they didn't try to assist their friend. The two stallions soaked up the filly's grief like a pair of sadistic sponges.

"I'm sorry for bringing you sorrow, mama," Silver Spoon blubbered, "Wherever you are, please forgive your little Silver Spoon."

Fancy Pants pressed the tip of his swollen member against the hood of Silver Spoon's clit and discharged his semen onto her pussy lips. The slimy substance slid down her slit until her entire crotch area was glazed in cum.

"That's as far as I dare go," Fancy Pants said, "Right now, I shan't part your feminine curtains, lest I invoke the prince's wrath; but be patient, my little cuntie, for soon you shall know the thrill of a cum-filled cooze."

Silver Spoon was too emotionally exhausted to move. She knew she would never see her mother again. Unable to remain silent any longer, Scootaloo chastised the stallions.

"You monsters!" Scootaloo said as tears ran down her face, "How can you be so cruel?"

With unnatural swiftness, Filthy Rich rushed over to Scootaloo, which frightened the pegasus enough to send her toppling back onto her bottom. Filthy Rich's eyes were wide and his face formed a hideous grin that made Scootaloo's blood run cold.

"You damned little twat," Filthy Rich said as he began foaming at the mouth, "You don't know what cruelty is. Not yet; but you'll learn it soon enough. You have my word on that."

Scootaloo's heart was pounding from fear. Needing an outlet for her sorrows, Scootaloo thought about praying like Sister Spectrum had taught her. The words died in her mouth when Scootaloo realized that the princesses she had spent her whole life praying to were the same ones who forced her to eat shit.

Deciding to invoke the name of a different God, Scootaloo closed her eyes and began to pray in front of the libertines

"Discord, are you there? It's me, Scootaloo," she said, "I don't know if praying to you will result in endless torment. All I know is the fiery pits of Tartarus can't be any worse than Celestia and Luna. Please, if you can hear my prayer, deliver us from these awful libertines. Help save us before our virgin bodies are deflowered."

"You dare utter a prayer in my presence, you pious little piss hole?" Filthy Rich said, "Desiring to keep ones virginity intact is a crime worthy of death."

"Fine!" Scootaloo said, growing indignant, "Kill me then, before you dishonor me. Free my soul of its fleshy prison so that I may soar, free from your corruption. I wish to be delivered from the torment of seeing and hearing so many horrors every day."

Scootaloo's pleas for death while extolling the virtues of innocence were more effective on the libertines than the most potent of aphrodisiacs. They felt their members harden as she begged for her purity to be preserved at the cost of her life.

"You'll not die today, little one," Fancy Pants said, "but you must be punished for your outburst. Come forward and suck our dicks."

"Or, if you'd prefer," Filthy Rich said, "We could force little Silver Spoon to do it instead."

Knowing the anguish that Silver Spoon had already endured today, Scootaloo reluctantly complied with their demands. Wrapping a fore-hoof around each of the pricks, Scootaloo began to expertly frig the libertines while licking precum from their tips.

"Splendid, child," Fancy Pants said, "A mouth such as yours is wasted on prayer. You're much better suited for showing deference to our dicks."

Scootaloo sucked their sweet meats for fifteen minutes before they came. While Filthy Rich preferred the company of colts, he wasn't above filling a filly's throat with his seed. He shot his essence into Scootaloo's mouth and threatened to beat her if she spat out a single drop. Her cheeks bulged from the sheer amount of semen, but Scootaloo managed to swallow it all, while making a face of pure repugnance.

Her penance wasn't concluded until she sucked the semen from Fancy Pants' shaft as well. Once she had swallowed both their loads, the libertines spat on her before exiting the cell and locking the door behind them.

"Let that be a warning to all of you," Filthy Rich said, "Prayer avails you nothing... unless you are praying to be filled with our seed."

Scootaloo's body shook with revulsion as a mix of drool and cum leaked from her mouth.

"We're damned. All of us," Scootaloo said, in defeat, "It will take an angel's miracle to save us from this hell."