After a fireworks display gone awry, Trixie had been given a stark choice: pay society back with a hefty fine, or work it off with a few days of community service. She had chosen the latter. Once she found out that the 'service' involved pleasuring interdimensional visitors known as 'humans' like a common whore, she'd reconsidered. By then, of course, it was too late.
She shifted her weight. Everything ached. Her bonds seemed innocuous enough: merely a metal ring mounted on a pole at neck height, which her head fit through, locking her in place. But she'd been here for two hours now, waiting in the chilly cell, barely able to move a hoof's length either side. Her silver mane was fixed in a braid, her coat had been impeccably groomed, her makeup was perfect, and her wizard's hat rested atop her head. Her 'hosts' had requested it specifically.
The rules had been explained to her. Humans would come in, take their pleasure, and leave. Obedience was not essential - some even preferred resistance - but if she annoyed the clientele, she would find herself placed in more restrictive conditions. Any attempt to harm the humans would void her arrangement, and her original prison sentence would be tripled.
She couldn't tell if the fear or boredom was the stronger feeling at any given moment.
She gasped as the door creaked open. Two humans, naked and unmistakably male, stepped in and shut the door behind them. They both towered over her, the tip of her head barely reaching their hip level. Their bodies were muscular, coated only in a thin layer of dark hair, and their faces were alien and unreadable. They walked up to her, muttering softly as they stroked her cheek and ran fingers through her mane. She shivered.
The human to the left, pale-skinned and fair-haired, was achingly erect. His cock was as thick as Trixie's foreleg, barely shorter than an earth pony's member, and so hard that it jutted directly upwards, the head an inch from his belly-button. It lacked the wide flare of a pony's member, instead it had an acorn-shaped tip, red like a dog's cock, seemingly stuck on the end of a stiff, veiny shaft. A bead of clear liquid oozed from the top.
The other human was a shade darker, his hair black and wiry, and his skin seemed looser on his muscles. This one was the elder, she guessed. His cock was of similar proportions to his friend's, but it drooped down, half-erect, and seemed to be missing a tip entirely. On closer inspection, the tip was covered by a loose, wrinkly foreskin that flowered just off the end, its opening glistening with precum.
Trixie's heart pounded in her chest. She was hyperventilating. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to take a slow, calming breath. Then she coughed, wrinkling her nose.
The humans, to put it mildly, reeked. Both hung heavy with the stink of body odor, sharp and meaty, the cutting smell that comes from sweating just enough to build up a funk but not enough to wash it away, without washing for at least two days. A medley of other unpleasant scents joined that one: unwashed, cheesy feet, beer breath, the fishy smell of dried cum and piss, old garlic and loose tobacco. There was something else too, sour and sickly-sweet, almost like fermented fruit. It seemed strongest coming from the older human.
She cleared her mind, steeled herself, and summoned up every ounce of her bravado. "T-Trixie is at your service," she said. "She will endeavour to pleasure you however you desire!"
The older one stroked her cheek and bared his teeth. "Oh, we know." He giggled. "You ever suck a dick before, pony?"
She blinked at the crass words, and swallowed. "I only -- Yes, Trixie has. Once."
"Did you like it? Don't worry, you don't have to lie."
She saw the younger human walk around behind her, just out of sight. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face. "...Trixie prefers to receive, if she is being honest."
He giggled again. "You'll be giving today, I'm afraid. The better you do, the faster we'll finish."
Trixie gritted her teeth. "I am a quick study."
The human said nothing, but plucked the hat from her head, and passed it to his companion.
"Hey!" Trixie glared at him. "What are you doing with Trixie's hat?!"
"We're practicing magic tricks," came the voice from behind her. "The hat is for later. For now, we're gonna do a trick called 'Make Both Snakes Disappear.'"
Grumbling, Trixie lifted her tail. She could feel a tiny hint of moisture in her sex. It would have to suffice. She heard the sound of the younger human coating his cock in lubricant. He placed his hands on her rump, and she prepared to be filled.
"Gyah!" She cried out in pain and anger as his bulbous cock head pressed two inches too high. "Wrong hole!"
She yelped as the human slapped her cutie mark, and pushed forward until his whole tip had spread her asshole wide.
"Feels right to me, slut," he grunted. Trixie felt tears run down her cheek as the human worked his cock, moving his hips in short, slow thrusts to push his dick further into her bowels.
A hand gripped her mane, and she was reminded of the presence of the human in front of her. "Time for some kissy-face."
The older human's cock was hard now, the foreskin-covered tip an inch from her lips. As he peeled the skin back, Trixie realized where the unpleasant sour-sweet smell was coming from. The tip of the cock was slick and shiny with a mixture of old cum, sweat, and precum. Between the edge of the glans and the ridge of his pulled-back foreskin lay a trench of something white, waxy and mealy. It stunk of spoiled fish and vinegar. Smegma.
"You... want Trixie," she murmured, her stomach turning in disgust, wincing as a cock pushed even deeper into her ass, "to s-suck that thing?"
The human bared its teeth, and Trixie realised it was grinning. "No," he said. "I'd like you to lick..."
Trixie hesitated for a moment, and was rewarded with a cocktip pushing against her nostrils and closed lips. The sour, sickly stench blocked out all other sensations, leaving her stuck between one knob being waved in her face, and another reaming out her asshole. Cold anger curdled with the pool of disgust in her stomach. Her degradation and humiliation were intentional, the man in front of her could make her task a dozen times easier and less foul by merely wiping his the scum from his cock with a hand, but they were intent on seeing her debased.
She unclenched her teeth -- no easy task with the human behind her battering her backside -- stuck out her tongue, and licked.
It felt oily.
Fortunately, the taste wasn't nearly as strong as the smell, and as the slick, slightly mealy coating mixed with her saliva, she steeled herself for another lick. The insistent ramming from behind sent waves of pain through her body, concentrated in her stretched-out asshole and a ringing, throbbing headache. Every noise, light and sensation felt unpleasant now, and the slapping noise of the human's balls against her pussy hurt like firecrackers next to her head.
The older human growled with pleasure as she lapped at his filthy knob. His stink filled her mouth, throat and nose, and she could no longer tell where her saliva began and the slime ended. She grunted as he pushed her head back with one hand and squeezed his cock with the other, the red tip going bright purple and every thick vein pulsing out, and a bead of precum oozed out from the tip.
The human grinned. "Say 'aahh...'"
Trixie stuck her tongue out obediently, and cringed as he wiped the salty precum onto the tip.
"Enough playing. Time for some throat love."
Before she could take his meaning, he pushed his cock forward and filled her mouth. Her eyes and cheeks bulged as the tip battered her tonsils. saliva spewing out from her lips, tears welling up in her eyes. Her struggles only served to egg him on, and after gripping her head with both hands he forced his way in. She gave a muffled moan as the cock slipped into her throat, stretching her jaw wide, inch after inch, until her nose was buried in his greasy, unwashed pubic hair and his balls squished into her chin.
Tears trickled down her cheeks as he held her head in place, luxuriating in the convulsions of her throat. This would be a long day indeed...
"Gllrk... gllahhl... gllmmnnff!"
A spray of thick, mucousy saliva shot out around the cock between Trixie's lips, splashing onto the human's pelvis and dripping down his thighs. Trails of saliva ran down from her nostrils where she had been forced to snort it out, her lips pressed tight to a human groin, and her flushed cheeks were stained by trails of black eyeliner. The human held her head in both hands, one gripping her jaw from below, the other wrapped around her horn tight enough to send spikes of blinding-white pain through her head with every stroke.
The two humans had been at this for half a hour. The older human's cock was now clean, but the foul taste from earlier had been so thoroughly massaged into Trixie's tongue and gums that all the drooling in the world couldn't rid her of it. Her sense of smell was mostly muted from crying, and the only thing she could smell underneath was the tang of his balls. The man behind her hadn't let up any either. He seemed to have a sixth sense for when she was adjusting to the discomfort. As the pain of having her ass split wide by a cock lessened, he increased the violence of his thrusts, forcing her to brace her back muscles against each one so that it didn't feel like her spine was being bent over double.
"Real tight throat, slut..." muttered her oral rapist, "this is as good as any pussy, horse or human..."
"Wanna give her ass a shot?"
"Sure." He chuckled, "Unless the lady here has any objections."
"Glrk!" With a cock buried in her face, all she could do was splutter helplessly.
"Yeah, she's fine with it, let's switch it up."
Trixie cried out as the human pulled out from her mouth. A thick bridge of throat-slop ran between her lips and the tip of his cock. She cringed and squealed as he grabbed the mess in his hand and rubbed it into her face. Both men high-fived and walked off to the side to get a drink of beer each, leaving her to sob and shudder. Her ass was raw, her throat felt like she'd been gargling moonshine and smoking nettles, and every muscle in her body was trembling. She could hear a rattling sound, and realized it was her hooves shivering against the cold concrete floor.
The older human walked behind her, smacked her rump hard enough that her hind legs almost gave out, and pressed his hips up against her butt. He thrust a few times, his cock sliding up and down between her buttocks. "Check this out," he said to his companion.
A cold shock ran over Trixie as the man behind her poured the dregs of his beer over her head. She sputtered weakly as the cold, fizzy liquid ran soaked into her mane and ran down her face. In its own way, it felt more humiliating than the blowjob that had preceded it. She gasped as the human pressed his knob against her well-fucked asshole and penetrated her.
She gritted her teeth to bear the pain, but that earned her a swift slap from the other human who now stood in front of her. "Mouth open, Trixie. No shirking."
He rubbed the tip of his cock against her sealed lips. If not for the steel ring holding her neck in place, Trixie would have recoiled. Though it wasn't visibly discoloured, it was obvious from the smell that he had just reamed out her ass.
She shook her head as best she could, and through gritted teeth muttered, "That's just been in my ass, surely you don't expect Trixie to--glah!"
The human had pushed two thumbs into her mouth, and used his strong grip to pry her jaw open before shoving his dirty dick inside. "I know exactly where my cock has been, slut, and now you're gonna clean it. If I feel your teeth, I'm pulling them out."
Trixie sobbed as the brute fucked her face. The earthy, stomach-churning taste of her own ass-juices was overpowering. This one wasn't determined to plunder her throat, but his cock felt absurdly hard, like velvet over warm steel, and every thrust he made felt like a punch in the tonsils. All she could do was suck and sob.
They worked her over for some time. Each of the humans had a set of 'tricks' for her, none of which seemed to increase their pleasure, but all of which either hurt or degraded her. The older one would bottom out in her ass and then make circles with his hips, making his cock feel like a baseball bat being twisted inside her ass, or reach underneath her to roughly pinch her clit as he fucked her. The one in front liked to force his cock deep and then slap her on the back of the skull until she felt like she was having a heart attack, and he would force her to look up at him, only to spit in her eye.
"You deserve every fucking thing you've got coming to you today," growled the one in front as he forced her to lick his sweaty ballsack, "you're too fucking dumb and prissy to even get an enema before a day like this, and now you're gonna see what we do with dumb prissy sluts."
Trixie said nothing, and merely kept licking even as her jaw was seizing up from pain and terror. She tried to distract herself and stay calm, but there was no sense that was not being assaulted. Closing her eyes only amplified the sound of her rapists' grunts, concentrating on breathing was impossible while she had to lick sweaty nutsack, focusing on the actions she could control made the sensation of the wiry black hairs dragging across her tongue even more disgusting, and every time she tried to hole up inside her own mind, the humiliation of being placed in such a degrading predicament ran circles around her head until a particularly savage thrust into her ass brought her back to reality.
The pain in her ass burned hotter with every second. She dimly realized that the only lubricant the human fucking her had used was her own saliva and whatever remnants of lube the last one had left behind, and now the spit had soaked into his skin, he was all but fucking her dry. She knew he wouldn't grease up any, not even for his own comfort. Not when he could watch her suffer instead. She wondered if they would ever stop.
"Open wide!"
The man answered her silent question by pushing the head of his cock between her lips, gripping her beer-soaked mane tight enough to pull her face taut, and grunting as he climaxed. The first spurt hit the back of her tongue, overwhelmingly salty, the second made her cheeks bulge out as she started to swallow, and the fourth spilled out of her nose. He pulled out as she hacked and coughed, sending two more thick ropes across her face, one hitting her horn. His thumb went over her eyelid, making her gurgle in pain as he pried it open to squeeze the last drop directly into her eye.
She felt like she was drowning. It was a struggle to breathe without swallowing, and a struggle to swallow without coughing, and for every drop she did gulp down, more flowed back in down her sinuses. The taste wasn't as horrible as she'd imagined, but it was far from pleasant -- almost stingingly salty, with a metallic bitterness that stallion jizz didn't have.
A similar set of grunts sounded out from behind her. She winced as the cock pulled all the way out of her ass, and then felt something warm and wet splash under her tail. He was jerking off over her ass and pussy. Though she couldn't tell for certain, he seemed to have just as much cum as his friend. Trixie shuddered as he stepped away, feeling the jizz slowly cooling on her dock before dripping down her pussy.
Before she'd even finished swallowing, his filthy cock was forced between her lips. Her ass tasted no better on this one, turning her stomach, making the cum taste downright delicious by comparison. Once she had sucked it, he pulled back his foreskin and made her lick up the grim, grainy mess underneath.
"So wadja think?" said one of the humans as he donned a bathrobe.
"Eh. Average. Tight ass, but kinda lazy," said the other. "How 'bout you, slut? You like getting spitroasted?"
Trixie coughed up sperm, and glared daggers at him with her one good eye. "Trixie hopes she n-never sees you again!"
The pair laughed. "Oh, we'll be back, we've got a weekend pass," said the older one, "and we always come back for the cleanup..."
"You're evil! You're the worst... creatures I've ever had the misfortune to encounter!"
They laughed again as they walked out of the doors. "You might change your mind about that," said one, turning to face her, "I hear the next guys have a group discount."
He closed the door behind him. Something felt very heavy in Trixie's stomach, and it wasn't just the cum.