The school house bell rang to end the school day. Soon after, foals were exiting the building, excited, for it was the Friday, and all of them had fun plans for the weekend. Rumble was among them with Scootaloo walking with him. Rumble and Scootaloo had been dating for three months, and tomorrow was their three month anniversary. As Rumble walked down the road home, he reached into his book bag, and pull out a note that had got from Scootaloo earlier that day. He looked at it with interest.

Rumble

Meet me tomorrow at the Hay Burger at 12:30. I have something special planned for us to do for our three month anniversary after lunch, and I know of a special, secret place for us to do it. Don't tell anypony about this.

Scootaloo.

Rumble smiled, and giggle quietly to himself, as he slipped the note back into his book bag, and continued to trot down the road back home. He had a feeling what his filly friend had planned for tomorrow, and knew what he should keep it secret since it had something to do with some of those horny pony magazines he secretly brought to school from under his older brother's bed a couple of months ago. It was there that he experienced oral sex for the first time with Scootaloo in the school bathroom while on recess, and had been doing that ever since. He had a feeling that their anniversary tomorrow was going to be so awesome.

Ponies sat at different tables inside the dinning area of the Hay Burger diner to enjoy their fresh, hot meals and drinks on a nice, sunny Saturday. Two certain children, a filly and a colt sat together on a table in the corner of the dining room together eating their hay burgers and each had a cup of soda on the side. Rumble took a big bite out of his burger, causing tomato ketchup to cover his whole mouth, making Scootaloo to laugh. Rumble laughed too, as he wiped his mouth with a napkin until the ketchup was gone. He then began to talk quietly to Scootaloo.

"So...are you sure we should be doing this, Scoots?" Rumble asked. "If somepony catches us, we'll be in big trouble."

"Chill out, Rumble. No pony's going to find out. I found this grassy, rocky area near the Everfree forest. Nopony will see us there." Scootaloo looked around briefly, before turning back to Rumble, talking to him quietly. "You didn't tell your big brother what we're really doing, did you?"

Rumble shook his head. "No. I told Thunderlane that I was going to eat lunch, and that I was going to go and play with you. I even secretly borrowed a blanket, some more of his magazines, and condoms he has under his bed while he was in the shower this morning. And what about Rainbow Dash? Does she know."

"Doesn't suspect a thing." The two children began to giggle with a mix of quiet excitement and mischief with one another, until Scootaloo spoke out. "It's kinda thrilling, doing something that could get us in trouble. Isn't it?"

"Yeah," Rumble said. "I guess it makes it all the more fun."

Rumble and Scootaloo continued to eat their lunch, excited to have their special time together at their secret place. They were really looking forward to enjoying the things they were going to do together without anyone knowing about it, and alone.

The two foals walk over the grassy field, making their way towards the secluded area that Scootaloo found with Rumble following Scootaloo from behind. With each step, Rumble felt like he was getting closer and closer to the things he was going to do. As Rumble's eyes locked on to Scootaloo's flank, his suppressed excitement began to cause a warmth in his groin area. He began to try and keep focus, for the thought of him having an erection at that moment would be very embarrassing, even though there was nobody around.

Scootaloo smiled feeling that Rumble was enjoying the view behind her back. She turned her head around and looked down in between his hind legs, smirking playfully.

"Looks like somepony's enjoying the view."

Rumble looked down to see to his embarrassment that his concern was realized. His member was out of his sheath, and dangling around underneath in between his hind legs. His face went red as he looked around hoping no one would see, even though his saddle bags did help conceal it from the sides.

"Oh, no." Rumble said. "How much further is it?"

"Not far now." Scootaloo playfully shook her plot at Rumble as they walked. "Then we can begin our fun."

Rumble blushed while they continued walking. He hoped against hope that no one would appear and notice his erecting penis. The thought of other children, especially fillies like Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon seeing it, and making him the laughing stoke of the whole school. He would never live it down. But lucky for him, no one was around to see it.

Some minutes later, the two foals came towards a small, grassy, rocky area on the edge of the Everfree Forrest. Scootaloo turned to Rumble, and smile affectionately.

"Well, here we are. This is the place." Scootaloo looked down at Rumble's penis, still dangling and semi-erected in between his hind legs. "And not a moment too soon."

"I'm just glad no pony's around to see it." Rumble said.

Scootaloo giggled, and playfully coaxes Rumble to join her behind the grassy, rocky area by raising her tail. "Well, let's get that fixed."

Rumble smiled, and followed her behind the grassy, rocky area. When behind it, Rumble immediately noticed how private, and secluded this area was. He understood that Scootaloo made a great find in discovering this area. Rumble took his saddlebags off his back, and placed it down.

Scootaloo pointed to the place she where she was standing with her hoof. "Let's spread the blanket here."

Rumble reached into his bag, and pulled out a queen-sized, thick, white blanket, and with Scootaloo's help, they sprawled it out on the ground. Scootaloo went to one of Rumble's bag, and pulled out the condoms and one of Thunderlane's sex magazines.

"So...what do you want to do first?" Rumble asked.

Scootaloo opened up the magazine, and began to look through it, until she turned to a page with an image of a stallion and mare performing oral sex with the mare laying on top of the stallion with her rare facing the stallion's face. Below that image was another image of the same ponies with the stallion on top of the mare with his cock in her pussy.

Scootaloo and Rumble began to feel the genitals becoming warm, with Rumble's cock becoming more erect, and Scootaloo's pussy starting to moist up in arousal at the sight of the two images in the magazine. They then looked at each other, and grinned, knowing that the both of them agreed silently on what they should do. Then without saying a word, Scootaloo gently pushed Rumble down onto the blanket, having him lying on his back with his erected penis raised up.

"Looks like somepony's ready. I know I am." Scootaloo grinned, as she began to position herself on top of Rumble, and rested her weight on him, with her head facing Rumble's penis, and her plot in Rumble's face like the ponies in the first image. She looks back at Rumble, while she began to softly stroke his cock, getting a soft moan from Rumble. "Now I'll take care of you, and you take care of me."

Scootaloo turned her attention back to Rumble's cock. She lowered her head down, and gave the head a lick with her tongue, causing Rumble to let out a soft moan. Scootaloo softly flicked her tail in Rumble's face, getting Rumble's attention. She then raised her tail, exposing her wet pussy.

"Well, go on," Scootaloo said. "I'm not going to be doing all the work, you know."

Rumble grins, and smacked his hooves on Scootaloo's ass playfully, making Scootaloo jump a bit. "Don't worry. I'm on it."

Scootaloo giggled, and continued on Rumble's penis, before shuffling her rear to him. Rumble tried to remain focus from the blowjob he was getting. His eyes locked on Scootaloo's wet, heated pussy, and began to lean his head towards it, with his tongue out. Then before he knew it, the tip of his tongue made contact with Scootaloo's wet folds, and tasted the sweet juices, causing Scootaloo to shiver with pleasure.

At that same time, Scootaloo already had Rumble's length already in her mouth. The moans from her mouth caused vibrations against Rumble's penis, bring out more pleasure. Rumble was working on Scootaloo, licking her wet folds, making contact with her clit, making Scootaloo moan more, causing more vibrations of her mouth to his penis. All of a sudden, Scootaloo stopped, and turned to Rumble, and flicked her tail in his face to get his attention, causing him to stop what he was doing.

"What is it, Scoots?" Rumble asked. "Why did you stop? And why did you want me to stop? Was I doing it wrong?"

"It's not that." Scootaloo lifted herself off of Rumble, walked over to Rumble's bag, and picked up something with her mouth close by, which turned out to be one of the sealed condoms with a smile. "I think we should get straight to the point."

Rumble smiled as Scootaloo walked back over to him, and sat down in front of his lower half. Scootaloo ripped the wrapper open, took out the condom, and placed it on the head of his penis, where she slid the condom over Rumble's throbbing shaft. With the condom on, Scootaloo smiled, and lay down on her back next to Rumble.

Scootaloo winked at Rumble. "Don't keep a filly waiting."

"Okay."

Rumble rolled over, and laid on top of Scootaloo. Already, he could feel his own cock throbbing from being so close to Scootaloo's heated pussy through the condom. Slowly, he lowered himself down so that his cock had begun to brush up against her entrance, causing both ponies to shiver in pleasure. Rumble looked into Scootaloo's eyes with a caring, affectionate smile.

"Are you ready?" Rumble asked.

Scootaloo moaned and nodded, confirming to her little coltfriend that she was ready. With that, Rumble lined himself up with her entrance, and a moment later, he began to push forward. Scootaloo gritted her teeth as she felt his cock penetrate her. Rumble pushed himself deeper into her, but he was going slowly, so to not hurt her, and only had to deal with each inch as it entered her. Scootaloo's pussy hugged and squeezed tight against Rumble's cock, and he could feel her juices slide around him, some of it getting pushed out and leaking onto the blanket. Her wet, warm entrance felt amazing, and Rumble wanted to feel more of it, so he kept pushing forward. It was another minute before Rumble got his whole cock inside of her, and their hips connected. Both ponies were panting from the exertion of their actions.

Rumble opened his eyes to look at Scootaloo while panting. "Are you okay, Scoots?"

"...MmmHmm..." Scootaloo panted, opened her eyes, and looked up at her coltfriend trying to bear a weak pleasurable smile. It's a good thing I practised with one of Rainbow Dash's toys behind her back. She thought.

Scootaloo then put her hooves around Rumble, leaned up, and pressed her lips into his own, sharing a passionate kiss. Soon they broke the kiss and affectionately rub their noses together.

"Happy three mouth anniversary, Rumble."

"Happy three mouth anniversary, Scoots."

Rumble then slowly began to thrust his cock slowly and gently inside Scootaloo's wet, warm, and tight entrance, making Scootaloo gasp. The feeling of a warm fleshy phallus inside her was a different sensation, even with a condom on, and the pleasure and pain was somewhat stimulating. Because she had secretly practised with some of Rainbow Dash's toys, it didn't hurt her as much, and Scootaloo was thankful for that.

Soon Rumble began to pick up the pace a bit. At the same time, the the light of the sun began to darken a little, but niether paid any mind for they assumed it was only a large cloud covering the sun. The new pace Rumble was doing with Scootaloo made Scootaloo moan softy briefly as her inner walls were squeezing the length of Rumble's cock. It was there, that they were in a state of sexual bliss, as they each knew they were each getting close to organism soon.

"Having fun there, kids?"

The sudden sound of a vulgar, gruff, male voice speaking out almost immediately snapped them out of their sexual bliss. They quickly looked up to briefly see two large, shadowy figures standing over them, and before they could figure them out, the figures pounced on top of them, grabbing them both.

“Get off me! Let us go! Help! Somepony Helmmphf!”

Scootaloo's screams for help were cut off as the figures holding her quickly put a ball gag in her mouth, and fasten the strap around her head. Rumble had his face shoved into the blanket on the ground, and his forehooves were yanked uncomfortably behind his back. He attempted to pull them back in front of him, but his attacker was too strong, and soon his hooves were tied together. He opened his mouth to scream for help like Scootaloo had, but like Scootaloo was stopped by a ball gag being forced into his mouth, and quickly fastened tightly around his head. Seconds later, a white cloth was stuffed over both of their noses and mouths, with a strong smell to it. Immediately their heads and eyesights began to go hazy.

Rumble and Scootaloo tried thrashing around, trying to fight off and escape their attackers, but their grips on them were too strong. After moments of thrashing, their efforts slowly weakened as they felt the strength beginning to fade, with their vision beginning to darken. Going darker, and darker, until everything went black, for they had lost consciousness.

Scootaloo slowly opened her eyes to find herself laying on cold concrete, and see nothing, but almost darkness. How long had she had been out for, she did not know, and could not tell. She felt slightly groggy, and tried to hub her eyes, only to quickly realized that she was unable due to her hooves being tied behind her back. Scootaloo also noticed that her back hooves were tied together too, along with a tight, fullness feeling from her back end that was caused by two dildos inserted in her plothole and pussy riveted to straps secured around her waist by her and Rumble's mystery abductors.

Once Scootaloos' vision became clear enough, she looked around, and noticed to her left that Rumble was laying on the floor tied-up like her, still unconscious just a few metres away from her. Scootaloo also noticed that he had a dildo in his ass that was riveted to straps secured around his back end too.

"...Rumble." Scootaloo began to shuffle herself towards Rumble. When she finally got to Rumble, she started to nuzzle her snout on him in a effort to wake him, while trying to speak to him quietly enough so as to not to alert their captors in case there were close by. "Rumble, wake up."

Rumble groaned, as he began to come round from Scootaloo's words and nuzzling. His eyes opened, and saw Scootaloo in front when his vision came in full focus.

"...Scootaloo?" Rumble moaned as he tried to move, only to realise he could not due to him being tied up. "Why am I tied-up like-" His eyes widened as he remembered Scootaloo and himself being attacked by two unknown attackers. "Scoots. Where are we? They didn't hurt you, did they?

"Shh. Keep your voice down."

Rumble began to whisper. "Sorry. You're not hurt, are you?"

"No." Scootaloo moaned from the secured phalluses plugging her two holes. "But these things inside me aren't helping. You've got one on you too."

Rumble then fully found out the reason to the full feeling in his anus. He then squirmed and grunted, trying to push the phallus out, but the straps securing it made it impossible to do so. After few moments, he gave up. "It's no use. I can't push it out. What are we going to do?"

"I don't know." Scootaloo said.

All of a sudden, the sound of a door unlocking and opening, revealing a light up a flight of stairs caught their attention. Scootaloo and Rumble soon realised that they were imprisoned in a basement of someones house.

"Well, our two sluts should be awake by now." A familiar vulgar, gruff, male voice said from up the basement stairs.

They soon saw the sight of shadows moving, as well as the sound of footstep walking down the stairs. The shadowy figures appeared in the light as one of them turned on a hanging lamp that mildly lit up the basement. Scootaloo and Rumble's eyes went wide with shock and surprise, for they now saw who, and to more shock, what their abductors were.

Standing at the bottom of the stairs stood two, not ponies, but male griffons. One griffon was large, portly but strong, and had a dark pinkish colored body, with dark purple colored tips of his head feathers, and black eyes. The other was quite physically fit, with a light blue colored body and long, green, head feathers on the top of his head that flowed like hair, and had golden eyes.

The dark pink, portly griffon began to grin darkly at Scootaloo and Rumble giving a feeling of fear to the two foals. He then turned to the fit griffon, speaking quietly.

"Looks like we got quite a catch today. Eh, Gibson?"

"Indeed, Glover." Gibson said with a sophisticated manner.

The two griffons named Gibson and Glover then turned their attention to Scootaloo and Rumble, and began to walk towards them, as Glover spoke out to them with look of amusement on his face.

"Hope you had a pleasant sleep kids. Are you comfortable?"

"Who are you, and what do you want with us?!" Rumble asked.

Gibson chuckled. "To have fun of course. The same fun you two were having."

Scootaloo and Rumble's faces began to turn into a shade of red with absolute embarrassment, the fact that someone caught them having sex was very humiliating. They were also frightened due to the terrifying reality of what these two griffons were going to do them. Rape them, and maybe even kill them.

Glover grinned amusedly. "So do you two kids have sex a lot? It's not everyday we encounter little fillies and colts that do that." He turned to Scootaloo. "Is he your coltfriend? I bet you screw with him a lot, even at school, don't you? His cock must've felt good inside you, does it?"

"Fuck you, asshole!" Scootaloo said.

Glover chuckled, leaned down close to her face, and held Scootaloo's chin up with his talons. "My-my. Such foul language for such a little filly-"

Scootaloo’s head suddenly shot forward, slamming into Glover’s face in a fit of rage. Glover yelled as he was mildly knocked back with one of his talons over his face.

Scootaloo smiled in satisfaction. "Take that, fat fuck!"

Rumble was horrified at what Scootaloo had just done. He wanted to speak out, but thought it might not be a good idea. The griffon, Glover rubbed the area of his face where Scootaloo hit him. He glared at her angrily, and Scootaloo bracing herself for a severe outburst, as well as kicks and punches from the large griffon, with Rumble watching on in horror, for she heard stories from Rainbow Dash about how highly aggressive griffons can be. But Glover does something that surprises them both.

"Is that is?" Glover's angry expression quickly shifted to an unpressed grin of cockiness, like that strike from Scootaloo did not really faze him, much to Scootaloo and Rumble's surprise. "Hmph! Stupid pony! I had worse insect bites. No matter. You'll soon know your place. As will your coltfriend."

"I think a suitable punishment should be in order, don't you?" Gibson asked.

Glover turned to Gibson. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

The two nodded in agreement with a look amusement on their faces. Gibson walked over to a large, nearby cabinet, as Glover turned to Scootaloo and Rumble with an unsettling grin spreading across his face. The two children began to become fearful with the thoughts of what horrors their griffon captors had in stall for them.

Gibson opened the cabinet, and was looking around for something inside. After a few moments, he took out two identical glass bottles with a label on each one, and set it on a table next to it. He then went down to the lower shelves of the cabinet, and pulled out a bunch of straps with D-rings in the centre, ropes with metal loops on the one of the ends of each one, metal snap hooks, and two ball gags. Gibson brought the items of choice over, and placed them next to Glover, as Glover picked up two of the straps, and one gags.

"Well, kids..." Glover grabbed both ends of one of the straps in his talons, and yanked both ends, making a audible snap. "It's time to set you up for your punishments." He turned to Scootaloo with ghoulish grin. "And I'm gonna start with you."

Glover aproached Scootaloo, and set the straps next to her, before grabbing her, positioning her to lay on her stomach, and sat on top of her. Scootaloo began cried from the heavy weight of the large griffon on top of her.

"Get off me! Get off!! Mmph! Mmm mmmm!"

Glover put the gag into Scootaloo mouth, and fastened it around her head. Scootaloo began to yell through the gag, and squirm, struggling in vain to get free, as Glover began to put the first strap around her top half, and fastening them to her tightly.

"Stop it," Rumble said. "Leave her alone!"

Glover chuckled as he turned to Scootaloo's bottom half, before turning to Rumble. "And what are you gonna do if I don't? Huh, boy?"

Rumble wriggled against his ropes for a few minutes, but realising it was useless, and no possible escape or way to help Scootaloo, he gave up, and stayed still on the floor silently, for his courage had faded away.

"Heh...just as I thought." Glover turned back to fastening the straps around Scootaloo as he spoke to Rumble. "Some coltfriend you are. Even if you weren't all trust-up, you wouldn't do anything. You give up real easily. You're more of a bitch than she is."

Rumble's face saddened at the words Glover had said about him, making Scootaloo glare angrily at the fat griffon. If she was not tied-up and gagged, she felt confident that she would make that griffon the bitch, even though that would not really happen. Glover finished fastened the last strap on, and got up off of Scootaloo. He stood there for a few moments, marvelling his work, before grabbing the other straps, and ball gag, and made his way to Rumble.

"You're next, colt." Glover said.

Rumble did not look up as Glover came over to him. Nor did he react much when Glover positioned Rumble on his stomach, and sat on top of him.

"Not resisting, huh?" Glover began to fasten the straps around Rumble's body. "To be honest, I'm a bit disappointed. I was expecting a little more resistance. Oh, well. All the more easier for me."

Rumble did not respond to Glover's words, as Glover fastened the last strap. Glover picked up the ball gag, and was about it on Rumble, but paused. He mulled about how quiet the little colt was, and looked at the gag. He grinned, and place the gag down.

Nah. I think I won't. This kid's too out of it. Besides, I think it would be more fun to let his slut of a fillyfriend hear this his cries. Glover thought.

During then, the griffon, Gibson had been at work too. Right in front of Scootaloo and Rumble, he had been tying and positioning ropes over the metal beams with the ends of the ropes with the metal-looped ends hanging down. After securing the ropes, he attached the hooks to the looped ends, and turned to Glover.

"Right. It's all set."

"Right," Glover said. "These two are all set too."

Glover grabbed Scootaloo, and lifted her up. She wriggled around, yelling through the gag, as the griffon tried to position her top half on to one of the snap hooks. It became difficult for Glover to hook her on, until Gibson came over, and gave Scootaloo a hard slap across her face. The slap stunned Scootaloo long enough for Glover to hang Scootaloo's upper body to the hook. It also left a large, red, throbbing mark on her cheek. With that done, Glover began to hook up Scootaloo's lower half to the rope, which was not a problem for him, even though Scootaloo kept on struggling. Scootaloo was now hooked on to the ropes, hanging around over three feet approve the concrete floor in the air like piñata.

With Scootaloo hung-up, Glover turned his attention to Rumble, and picked him up. "Your turn now, boy."

Rumble said nothing, he just hung his head down in defeat. Glover began to hook Rumble to the ropes, and hooks, with real ease. After Rumble was fixed to the hooks and ropes, Glover stepped back next to Gibson to get a good view of the two foals hanging around.

Glover then came towards behind Scootaloo. Scootaloo looked at him, and tried to taunt Glover, but the griffon just briefly laughed at her impossible to understand speech. She watched helplessly as Glover placed avian front foot on her rear. His talons on his other avian front foot then made contact of the secured phallus in Scootaloo's ass, and began to wiggle it around inside her, causing her to moan, and grunt through the gag from the movement. Glover chuckled with amusement at her reaction.

"You know," Glover said. "These things we put inside of you and your coltfriend are actually vibrators."

Glover's talon then touched a switch on the base of the phalluses in her vagina and anus. He flicked the switches and they began to vibrate in Scootaloo’s holes, causing her eyes to shoot open with a muffled gasp. Then after a few moment, Glover flicked the switches, shutting the vibrators off.

"Our original plan was to have you both being pleasured by these while we run a few errands." Glover lifted his talons off of Scootaloo, and walked back over to Gibson's side. He then grinned darkly, and started to touch a claw on the side of his face where Scootaloo had headbutted him. "But because you struck me, we've decided to punish you in the most satisfying way possible."

A little hint of fear hit Scootaloo as Gibson walked over to the table, and picked up the two glass bottles he took out earlier. Her imagination ran wild with thoughts about what the liquid inside could be. The words on the labels on the bottles were too small from the distance it was. For all she knew, it could be drug, or even a deadly poison. Gibson came back to Glover's side, he looked at Scootaloo, before turning to Glover with a look of mild annoyance.

"How are we going to get her to drink this with the gag on her?" Gibson asked.

"Oh, sorry. How brainless of me."

Glover when back over to Scootaloo, and took the gag off of Scootaloo. She gasped from the gag, as Gibson walked over carrying the bottles over. While he handed one of them over to Glover, Scootaloo was now close enough to read the letters on the bottles. Her eyes widened as she read the words "Liquid Aphrodisiac" on the label. She knew what aphrodisiac was, and what they do, for she was told about it by Twilight, when she asked what that word meant on one occasion out of shear curiosity.

"You tend to the colt," Gibson said. "I'll take care of the filly."

Glover smiled, and one of the bottles of aphrodisiac. "Suit yourself. But watch out. She might strike you, and ruin your pretty face."

Gibson leaned down towards Scootaloo with the bottle. "Hphm! She wouldn't dare."

Scootaloo resisted the bottle. "No! Get it away from me you ugly fag-"

Scootaloo was stopped by Gibson painfully striking her hard across her face. "Shut-up, bitch!"

Scootaloo cried in pain from the hard slap across her face, with a tear escaped her eye. The griffon held nothing back in that slap, and it had left a red mark, and it began to show bruising.

Gibson then raised his free claw threateningly in front of Scootaloo. "And there's another one coming, if you mouth off again." He pulled the cork off the bottle, and raised it to Scootaloo. "Now drink it!"

"No!" Scootaloo kept moving her head around, refusing to drink the aphrodisiac. She was terrified, but she was determined to at least put up a fight. "I will not drink it!"

"Fine then," Gibson said. "We'll do this the hard way."

Gibson grabbed Scootaloo's face, holding her head still, and forced her jaws apart with his talons. He then forced the liquid aphrodisiac down her throat, before he tightly held her muzzle closed to make her swallow it. When Scootaloo finally swallowed it, Gibson lets go, making Scootaloo gasped for air.

At the same time, Glover, who had looked on at Gibson handling of Scootaloo with amusement, turned his attention back to Rumble, who had not said a single word since he last spoke, and remained in his defeated state. Glover pulled the cork out of the bottle in front of Rumble.

"You know what you're going to do, unless you have any protests like your fillyfriend." Rumble said nothing. "What's wrong? Griffon got your tongue?"

Rumble still said nothing, like he was unresponsive. Glover pondered for a moment, thinking how he could get a reaction from the little colt.

"Heh! I never expected a colt like yourself to be quite the quitter. We haven't even really started, and yet you're already broken." Glover reached his claws out, going underneath Rumble, and began to rub his small sheath, making Rumble wince. "At least your fillyfriend has more fight in her than you. Even other colts we caught previously put up more resistance than you. I don't know who the bitch is. You or her? Oh, well. All the easier for me." He noticed Rumble's small cock beginning to appear and become semi-hardened, making him grin sadistically. "Not bad, colt. I bet your slutty fillyfriend dates you because of your cock."

Glover moved his claws away from Rumbles erecting cock. He looked at it hanging down, before he presented the bottle to Rumble. Glover grinned, and grabbed Rumbles face, and forced his jaws open, with Rumble putting up no resistance at all. "Down the hatch, kid!" He poured a large amount of the liquid aphrodisiac into his mouth. Glover then held his muzzle closed. "Now swallow."

Rumble did what he was told, and swallowed it with one gulp, and Glover let go. Glover was quite disappointed that Rumble did not put up any resistance, he did not care too much. Gibson and Glover stepped back and decided to watch a bit of the pure aphrodisiac take effect on the two bounded foals. Scootaloo moaned, for she could feel the aphrodisiac quickly starting taking effect, as it made her vagina feel like it was on fire. It was painful in a very strange way. What was worse was the fact that the phallus secured in her pussy would not allow her to get off without the vibrations activated, instead only humiliating and teasing her. Scootaloo began gritting her teeth from the sexual-heat-like discomfit, but tried her best to endure it, and not show any sign of submission.

Rumble began to feel the same. He felt his cock beginning to become hot, hard, and drips of pre-cum began to leak out on to the concrete floor. He began trying to slap his penis against him, but his position made it very difficult for him. Rumble moaned with discomfit from the effects, and his asshole beginning to tighten around the dildo secured in him with every futile attempt he made to masturbate.

The sight of those foals being tormented by the effects of the aphrodisiac was satisfying for Glover and Gibson to watch. Glover chuckled and turned to Scootaloo, enjoying her desperation for release.

"Ready to submit yet, little slut?" Glover said.

Scootaloo grunted at the discomfit as she hissed, "...Fuck you!"

Glover chuckled and shrugged mockingly at Scootaloo's answer. "Suit yourself. We'll just leave you two here for a couple of hours while we do a few things. Maybe when you realise that you're causing this to your bitch of a coltfriend too, you'll change your mind. And we're very patient griffons."

"And this basement is completely soundproof," Gibson said. "So you can yell, scream, and be as loud as you want, but no one will hear you."

"See you soon, kids."

The two griffons began to walk away. Gibson switched the light off, before following Glover up the stairs, closing the basement door behind him, along with the sound of the click of the lock echoing, leaving Scootaloo and Rumble hanging helplessly in agonisingly horny states.

Scootaloo moaned, for her vagina was on fire, and she could do nothing to douse it. She struggled against her ropes, but it was no use. She eventually settled down, but could not stop thinking about how much she wanted those vibrating dildos secured in her pussy and ass to vibrate, relieve her, and make her cum. But being the tough little filly she was, she refused to submit.

Rumble was not feeling any better. His penis was hardened, hot, and in desperate need for release. Squirming in his bonds, slapping his penis against his stomach did very little relief due to his penis being small due to his young age, and only managing to cause more drops of pre-cum to leak on to the concrete floor below him, creating a small puddle. He turned to Scootaloo, who was still moaning from the desire for release.

"...I'm sorry, Scoots," Rumble said. "I should've stood up for you, but I was too scared. Some coltfriend I am."

Moaning and grunting from sexual discomfit, Scootaloo managed to look up to Rumble. "Don't listen to those assholes. You wouldn't be able to do anything anyway." She winced and at the sharp, stinging pain from the red, and dark bruise to the side of her face where Gibson had slapped her. "Those guys could've beaten you up like you were nothing anyway."

Rumble continued to moan at the uncomfortable horny state he was in. He really wanted to cum, but was not able to, and was was beginning to drive him crazy. Scootaloo watched on with pity and guilt, that her coltfriend was being bound, tormented, and unable to release, and she could do nothing about it. Even though she was in the same situation, and she was in worse discomfit than he was, she felt bad that he was suffering in such torment. And unless she submitted to those two, sexually vile griffon captors, they would continue to sexually torture them both. Faced with an impossible choice, she knew what she had to do.

Exactly two hours had past, and the sounds of the basement door unlocking, and opening echoed from the top of the flight of the basement stairs, along with the footsteps walking down the stairs, getting more audible as they go closer. Glover and Gibson reached the basement, and saw Scootaloo and Rumble hanging right where they left them two hours previously. Both foals were moaning, grunting, panting, and squirming in their bonds from how uncomfortably, sexually aroused they both were from aphrodisiac.

"Well, hello again kids," Glover said with sadistic grin before turning to Scootaloo. "So, little filly? You ready to submit with your coltfriend yet, or do you want to think about it more for a few more hours?"

Scootaloo glared at Glover silently without saying a single word. After a few moments of waiting for an answer from the rebellious filly, Glover roled his eyes, and shrugged.

"Oh, well. We thought you would've learnt your lesson by now. And those aphrodisiac we gave you can last for several hours."

"Come on, Glover," Gibson said. "Let's leave them alone again for a few more hours."

Both Glover and Gibson turned around, and began to walk towards the basement stairs. Scootaloo's mind raced as she continued to feel the irritation of her own arousal. She could also hear the uncomfortable groans of Rumble from his own arousal right next to her. Scootaloo turned to Rumble, and could see from his fully-erected, dripping member dangling under him that he was in dire need of relief. She herself was the same way. The two griffons made it to the basement stairs, and began to climb the steps.

"Wait! WAIT!!"

Glover and Gibson suddenly stopped on the forth step. After a few moments, the two griffons slowly turned their heads around, and looked at Scootaloo. Tears began to swell-up in her eyes, mainly from the frustration, and discomfort from her arousal, and began to groan for she could not handle it anymore.

"Please! I give up! I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. We both will! Anything!"

Glover raised an eyebrow, as a small grin appeared on his face. "Anything?"

Scooaloo nodded. " Yes! Anything! Just please make us cum! I can't stand it anymore!”

After a moment, Glover and Gibson looked at each other with a grin of triumph on their faces, realising that they had broken the little filly. Scootaloo could see tell that from the grin they had on their faces after submitting that they had done it numerous times before, and had never failed. They turned back to Scootaloo and Rumble, and began to make their way back towards them, until they were an arms' length away from the two bounded foals. Glover told in front of Scootaloo and Rumble, while Gibson walked back over to a large cabinet.

"Prove it then."

Glover moved his claw over to between his back legs where his sheath and balls were. And with his claw, he grabbed his sheath and balls, and started rub stroking them, until his penis came out of his sheath. Scootaloo and Rumble looked down at Glover's erecting member with wide eyes, for neither had ever seen a griffin cock before. It was pointy, with what looked like tiny, fleshy, spiny hairs covered all over it, completely different to a equine penis.

Scootaloo and Rumble turned their heads to see Gibson walking back to them, carrying what looked like two rubber straps with a metal ring attached to each of them in his free claw.

"You're going to suck my dick, kid," Glover said. "And just for good measure."

Glover turned and nodded at Gibson. Gibson then came towards Scootaloo with one of the ring objects, where he forced the ring part into her mouth, and then secured the strap tightly behind her head before Scootaloo could even protest. He did the same to Rumble right after. With the ring gags secured to both foals, the two griffons felt that they were now ready.

Gibson smiled. "We don't want either of you biting our dicks off. Those ring gags will make sure of that."

Glover came over to Scootaloo, raised himself, and began to line himself up with Scootaloo mouth. Scootaloo began to move her mouth from side to side, avoiding the griffon cock from going in, making Glover glared at her with irritation.

"I thought you were willing?" Glover grabbed Scootaloo by her hair, keeping her head still, then he shoved. "Much better."

Glover then moved his griffon cock in front of her face. It was dripping with precum, and he began to smear it on Scootaloo's face by brushing his cock right across her face, making Scootaloo wince and whine out of disgust through the ring gag, with Glover grinning at the sight before him.

Then Glover lined himself up with the ring in her mouth, before he pushed past it, entering his whole length into Scootaloo's mouth, almost making her choke as he pushed deep into her throat. Her eyes widen, for the fleshy spines on the griffon cock were sticking to the flesh of her tongue and mouth, giving a prickly, tickle sensation in her mouth that was hurting her as Glover began thrusting inside her.

"If you want to get off, kid," Glover said. "You'd better start using your tongue, and do a good job."

Scootaloo began to try as hard as she could to work on the fat griffon's cock thrusting in her, despite the pain from the spines causing a few tears to shed out of her eyes. Rumble watched from were he was, knowing he was going to be in the same position as Scootaloo. He turned to the looming shadow over him from the light in front of him that belonged to the griffon, Gibson. His worst fears were realized when he saw Gibson stand on his hind legs, showing his own erected member pointing outwards from in between his hind legs.

Glibson gave Rumble a look that was a mix of a lustful smile and threatening glare. "I assume that you will be cooperative, and no resistance, little colt?"

Rumble gave a slow, shaky, understanding nod, for he knew that Glibson was the one who would hurt him if he did resisted from how he saw him strike Scootaloo earlier.

"Good," Gibson said. "I can guarantee that you're bound to get out of this easy with that kind of cooperative attitude."

Gibson grabbed Rumble's head and held him still, as he lined himself up with the ring in Rumbles' mouth, before entering his whole cock into him. Rumbles' eyes widened at the fleshy spines painfully prickled his mouth with the same pain and irritation that Scootaloo was also feeling right next to him.

"Now use that tongue of yours, my dear colt. And if you're good, I'll let you get off too."

With that said, Gibson began thrusting his cock in Rumbles' mouth, with Rumble gagging and whining from the pain and irritation from the spines on Gibsons' cock. The two griffons continued to thrust, each one trying to match the others' rhythm, with the two foals beginning to cry from the treatment they were getting, in addition to trying to catch their breaths whenever either griffon pulled back out of them.

It had been a few minutes, Glover and Gibson were thrusting in a good rhythm, while violating Scootaloo and Rumbles' mouths. The two griffon looked at each other, and nodded as if they each agreed to something silently. Without saying a word, Glover and Gibson reached out with their talons to the back end of the foals, and made contact with the dildos secured in their holes. They then flicked the switches on the base of the phalluses, making them them spring to life and vibrate inside them, causing Scootaloo and Rumble to gasp from the vibrations with their eyes widening, and each letting out a loud, muffled whine.

Glover and Gibson grinned at the two foals reaction, and began to thrust themselves faster inside their mouths. The vibrators worked inside them, massaging Scootaloos' clit, and Rumbles' prostate, in addition to the pain growing in their mouths from the spiny griffon penises pounded deep into the back of their throats. Glover and Gibson began groan for they were both close.

"I'm about to cum..." Glover said.

Gibson grunted. "Me too..."

Scootaloo and Rumble felt themselves close to orgasm too. The griffons pounded faster and harder, causing more cries of pain to come out of the two foals, with more painful tears shedding from their eyes. Then Glover and Gibson gave a might hard thrust deep into their throats, and began to grunt as they released their seed down them. At that same time, Scootaloo and Rumble orgasmed from the vibrators inside them, almost causing them to choking on the griffon spunk still shooting into their throats. Then halfway, both griffons pulled out of their abused mouths, shooting the last ribbons of cum on their faces. Both Scootaloo and Rumble began to cough and gasp for air, as they felt the sore, stinging pain from the scratches in their mouth from the spines on the griffons' cocks.

Glover and Gibson stood over in front of Scootaloo and Rumble, panting from their sex, and marvelling at the two foals' experience of being used, and from the pleasure and pain they were still enduring from the vibrating phalluses working inside their holes.

"I could go for another round," Gibson said. "If you still fit enough."

Glover turned to Gibson. "Sure. I need to shed a few pounds anyway. But let's switch foals and use their other ends, and feel how they feel."

Gibson shrugged. "Sure. Why not."

Glover turned his attention to Scootaloo. "Looks like I you get a turn with Gibson here, kid."

The griffons switched foals, and went into position on the rears. Then they reached down, and to Scootaloo and Rumbles' relief, switched the vibrators off. Glover and Gibson then took the ring gags off, and picked up the ball gags. Scootaloo and Rumbles' begin spitting out some of their remaining spunk out of mouths. They both squealed when they felt a hard smack on their flanks.

"We didn't give you two permission to spit our cum out!" Glover turned to Gibson with a sadistic grin. "I think these two foals need to be disciplined."

"Indeed, Glover," Gibson said. "We need something to do to pass the time until we're pent up again. Besides you could use a good work out anyway."

"Don't get personal, Gibson."

Before Scootaloo and Rumble could protest, Glover and Gibson put the ball gags in their mouths, and fastened them tight. They then turned their heads around to face Glover and Gibson, only to feel another hard smack on their rears, making them squeal through the gags. Satisfied with the reaction, the griffons spanked them again, getting the same reaction.

"You love that, you little sluts?!" Glover asked.

Glover and Gibson continued to spank the bounded foals's rears for over two minutes, with them doing a mix of soft and hard smacks. Tears began to shed from Scootaloo and Rumbles' eyes with sobs of mercy for it to stop. Glover and Gibson chuckled at this, as they continued to spank them. Then after another minute, the two griffons stopped their assault. They grinned at the sight of Scootaloo and Rumble sobbing from the pain from their rears that were glowing very red from the painful spanking.

"I think they've learnt their lesson," Gibson said. "And I think I'm ready to go again."

"Same here." Glover put one of his claws on his re-erected cock. "All that discipline has turned me on again."

"Um, Glover," Gibson pointed towards Rumbles' backside, "aren't you forgetting something?"

Glover looked at Rumbles' backside to notice the dildo secured in his ass. "Oh, yes. I almost did, Gibson."

Rumble watched as Glover began to undo the straps around him that held the phallus in, then Glover began to pull it out of him. He winced and squealed when he found out that the phallus exiting from his plot hole was a fair length than he expected, and was covered in ridges and raised bumps. Finally, the dildo came out, leaving his anus gaping and stretched. Rumble panted with relief as Glover dropped the dildo on the concrete floor, with it still soaked in lube and Rumbles' anal juices. Then at the same time, he felt the fat griffon mount him, and began to pant with fear in his eyes when Glover began to line himself with up with his gaping, stretched hole, ready to fuck him.

"Brace yourself, colt," Glover said. "This is going to get rough."

With that said, Glover plunged his cock into Rumbles' ass, making Rumble squeal, then without giving Rumble anytime to adjust, Glover began to thrust his ass hard, making him squeal more, cry, and sob from the pain of being raped by this large, fat griffons' rough, spiny cock thrusting inside him, in addition to the hips of the griffon smacking against his very sore rump.

Scootaloo could do nothing but watch on as her coltfriend was being raped right in front of her, and from how the second griffon was right behind her too, she knew that she was about to endure the same treatment. Her worst fears were realised when began to undo the straps attached to the phallus in her pussy, and began to remove it. Her vagina was gaping, and dripping of her juices, after the phallus was fully out of her. She then gasped when Gibson undid the straps of the phallus in her ass, and began to extract it. Like Rumbles', the dildo in her ass was covered in ridges and raised bumps that scraped along her inner, anal walls. When it came out, her ass hole had that same empty feeling as her pussy. That feeling was short lived when Gibson mounted her, and shoved his cock into her pussy, and began fucking her hard. Scootaloo began to squeal, cry, and sob from the griffon's rough, spiny cock rubbing her sensitive walls. The spines were meant to be very stimulating to a female griffon, but not as much to a pony.

"Oh, quite your whining!" Gibson continued fucking Scootaloo, grunting from how warm and surprisingly tight she was. "My! You're a tight one..."

The two griffons continued to pound the two foals, showing no trace of mercy with their assault. The feeling of being raped was terrifying. Scootaloo and Rumbles' muffled screams for help were useless, even their cries and sobs for mercy proved no avail. Rumble cried from the pain every time Glover thrusted in his small tail hole, with Glover moaning and grunting with pleasure at the colts' warm ass.

"I'm gonna fill you up, colt!" Glover plunged hard and deep into Rumbles' ass, making him squeal, before continuing his assault. "It won't be long now, colt! As soon as I cum, you'll be mine!"

Gibson moaned with the pleasure he was getting from the filly's misery of being used. Scootaloo could feel her own juices coating her legs as the griffon pounded into her. Unable to fight back, Scootaloo just closed her eyes and let it happen. The feeling of his rough, spiny cock filling her body sent shivers of unpleasant pain, and unwelcome pleasure through her as she grunted, and sobbed, until Gibson stopped and pulled out, to Scootaloos' relief. Her relief was short lived when Gibson slammed into her again, but in her other hole. She squealed in pain as she felt her ass hole being assaulted, and it would have split if it were not for her juices lubricated on the griffons' dick. After he had pushed all the way inside of her, Gibson began to pump in and out of Scootaloos' ass. He grunted as he slammed into her, sending painful shock waves through Scootaloos' body from the rough, spiny, griffon cock. His hips slapped noisily against hers, as he moaned with pleasure.

Gibson showed no mercy as he pounded his cock into her ass. He soon felt himself about to cum.

"Here it comes, bitch," Gibson said. "Take it all!"

Gibson pounded hard, until he slammed is cock hard into Scootaloos' ass like a boxer delivering a finishing blow in a fight. She squealed, and sobbed as she felt the griffons' cock beginning to pulse, unloading his hot seed into her ass, coating her insides with an unwelcome warmth. Gibson looked down at the sobbing form of Scootaloo as he breathed heavily from the sex.

Glover was close too as he continued humping Rumbles' ass even harder. The added force was too much, and Rumble sobbed and cried, with his tears creating a small pool on the concrete floor below where he hung. The pain he felt from his anal walls being roughly treated from the griffons' rough, spiny cock was horrible.

Glover grunted. "You're mine, little cock slut!"

Glover shoved deep and hard into Rumbles' ass, holding nothing back, making Rumble scream through the gag. The fat griffons' big wings spread out wide, and he let out a terrifying, ear-piercing, bird-of-prey like screech that spread around the whole basement, as he shot his load into the colts' ass.

Gibson who was watching rolled his eyes with typical irony at his partners' behaviour. "Hmph... Show-off."

Glover panted from the sex as he turned to Gibson. "Oh, shut-up. Where's your predatory instinct?"

Glover and Gibson began to pull their cock out of the crying foals's plot holes, making a wet, squishy pop as they came right out. White, sticky spunk, alone with tiny strains of blood began to slowly ooze out of Scootaloo and Rumbles' anus, as they both crying, and wracked with sobs. Glover looked down and saw Rumbles' penis hanging below him, dripping with pre-cum. Glover placed his claw on Rumbles' back, and began to pat him, making Rumble looked back at him with sweet and tears trickling down his face.

"I think you deserve a little reward, colt." Glover said.

Rumble watched as Glover got down low, rolled on to his back, and shuffled himself underneath him, until his face was eye level with his penis, with Scootaloo watching on. Sudden prodding of her pussy instantly got Scootaloos' attention. She turned her head around to see that Gibson had got down low, and felt that he was entering his claws into her pussy, moving around, exploring her still wet walls. Gibson removed his claws from inside her, and puts them in his mouth, tasting her juices.

"How delightful." Gibson smiled and lowered his head down towards Scootaloos' dripping marehood. "I think I'll show you some mercy too."

Gibson got right up close to Scootaloos' vaginal folds, opened his beak, revealing his tongue, as chills shot through Scootaloos' body from feeling his hot breath. Then Scootaloo moaned from Gibson licking her folds. The griffon brought his clawed hand, and brought them to Scootaloo. And with them, he spread her folds open, before he pushed his tongue into her pussy, tasting her walls, licking her clit, making her moan and sob from the unwelcome pleasure.

"Hey, colt." Rumble looked down underneath him from the voice of Glover that got his attention. "You should be focusing on me."

Glover gently brought one of his avian feet to Rumbles' cock, staring at pre-cum that dripped out and landed on it, and gently began stroking it. He wanted to suck the little colt off and taste his cum. Hearing Rumble moan, Glover began to move his beak up towards his penis. Seeing the griffons' sharp break open up, Rumbles' eyes welled-up and began squirming in his binds, in a vain attempt to escape, but knowing it was no use, he held still, closed his eyes and braced himself for the worst while sobbing. He shuddered at feeling his wet tongue surround it and slowly caress it. He cried and struggled to contain a moan as he felt the griffon below him suck his dick.

The fear of his penis being bitten off added to Glover's amusement, for it was one of his favourite parts of using foals. Glover began to suck Rumbles' cock, picking up the pace, making Rumble moan. From that, he could tell Rumble was close.

Yes. Cum for me, my little colt. Let me taste your essence. Glover thought.

Rumble began to moan louder, and grunt as his testis beginning to contract. Then his cock began to pulse, shooting his hot seed into Glovers' mouth. Glover gulped it all down. He licked his break at how it tasted.

"Mmm! Not bad, colt."

Glover turned their attention to Scootaloo and Gibson, when the sound of Scootaloo moaning and grunting from her own orgasm. Gibson had his beak wide open, as Scootaloos' pussy began squirting her cum into his mouth. Gibson got to his feet, and began to wipe away some of the excess around his beak, while at the same, Glover shuffled out from underneath Rumble, and got to his feet a well. The two griffons walked to the front of Scootaloo and Rumble, and stood before them, smiling at them as the two foal panted from their sexual abuse, and struggled to look up at them.

"You had enough, kids?" Scootaloo and Rumble nodded with tears in their eyes. Glover then grinned evilly at them. "Too bad! Because we're not done yet."

"That's right," Gibson said. "We're just getting started. And we've got all night and day."

It had been two days since the two foals were abducted. They had awoken from being knocked out by some chloroform, only to see nothing but blackness, meaning that they were each blind-folded. Their bodies were throbbing in pain from their abuse at the hands of their two griffon captors, and they each also felt that they were still bounded, and gagged. The only difference was the feeling of some movement, and cool wind blowing on their bodies. From that, they could tell that they were both riding in the back of a wagon. They suddenly felt the movement of as if the wagon was lowering down, until there was a bump, and an the sound of the wheels moving on solid ground. This meant that the wagon was airborne, and had landed on a road.

"Right. This spot will do nicely."

The sound of Gibson's sophisticated voice made Scootaloo and Rumbles' ears perk up, with the sounds of movement in front of the wagon straight after. They each briefly squirmed in the bounds as they heard the sound of footsteps making their way to the back of the wagon.

"Well, Gibson. Looks like they're awake."

"Just in time too."

Both foals then felt the griffons climb up into the wagon, before they felt the claws of their griffon captors grab their blindfolds, and remove them. They were met with the sight of Glover and Gibson looking down on them. They saw that it was night time from the starry night sky, with the moon shining brightly behind them.

Glover turned to Gibson with an unsettling grin. "Let's prep them up."

"Sure," Gibson said. "But I'll hold them down, while you work. You'll crush them to death with your weight and size."

Gibson then grabbed Scootaloo, rolled her onto her back, and sat down on her chest to pin her down to the wagon floor, leaving her unable to see what was happening. Gibson grabbed and raised her bound-up hind legs, presenting and exposing her plot. A long, cold rubber object pushed against her ass. She screamed through her gag, and struggled, but could not move with Gibson pinning her, and her anus put up little resistance. The large butt plug was unyielding as it finally slid in with a wet plop, as her ass hole sealed shut over the base of it.

Scootaloos' eyes widened when she felt Glover slide a plastic dildo in her marehood straight after that was covered in bumps and ridges. She cried from her vagina being stretched, in addition to the pain from her numerous assaults from the rough spiny griffon cocks that went into her.

After the toys were put in place, they were fastened them using some rope, quickly locking them into place, before Gibson got off of her. Scootaloo squirmed and tried to push the toys out, discovering quickly it was impossible. Glover just laughed at her predicament, before turning his attention to Rumble.

"Your turn, colt." Glover said.

Gibson grabbed Rumble, sat on him to pin him down, and he grabbed and raised his hind legs up, exposing his rear. Rumble then felt Gibson grabbed at his sheath and balls, and began to stroke him to arouse him. Then without warning, he felt a large butt plug being pushed into his ass, catching Rumble off-guard. When it was fully slid in with a low, but still audible plop, Glover fastened it in place using some rope. At that same time, Rumbles' little penis was fully erect, and he could feel something made of plastic being fasten to the tip of it, close to where his glans were. When Gibson released him, he could see that it was a small vibrator that was the size of a very small toy car with an adjustable latex band.

"All set." Glover and Gibson picked up Scootaloo and Rumble, as Glover turned to Gibson. "Now let's tie the two love birds together."

Glover and Gibson then carried the two foals out of the back of the wagon outside. Scootaloo and Rumble could see that it was an open road in an area far away from any civilization that they did not recognise. They then found themselves being place on the grass two metres from the edge of the road, lying on their sides, with their back facing each other, before the two griffons tied them both together soon after.

The two griffons stood up, looking down on them, admiring their handy work. Glover then chuckled, as he leaned down towards them, and surprisingly unbuckled their gags, and removed them.

“HELP! HELP!!”

"SOMEPONY HELP US!!"

Gibson rolled his eyes. "Oh, please! Nopony can hear you. This road is unused during this time at night."

"Yep," Glover said. "So you might as well save your breath, kids."

Scootaloo and Rumble struggled against their binds. "You'll never get away with this! Rainbow Dash will come and kick your asses!"

"Yeah! We know your names, and know what you look like! My big brother, Thunderlane will make you sorry!"

Glover laughed with amusement. "That's a good one kids! But you two won't be telling anyone."

"What are you going to do," Scootaloo asked. "Kill us?"

"Kill you?" Glover scoffed mockingly. "Fuck no! We're letting you go. Besides, why kill you when there are other ways?"

Gibson reached into a bag and began to rummaging through it, with Scootaloo and Rumbles' minds running with what they could be getting, until Gibson took out two small vials of blue coloured liquid.

Glover points to the vials. "Know what these are?" The two foals did not answer. "These are memory erasing potions. With this dosage, it will erase your whole memories. What happened to you, who you are, where you're from, everything. The only drawback is that it takes about an hour for it to take effect after ingesting. But that's not really concern to us. You two are not our first ones, and you won't be the last."

Glover reached into the bag, and presented a bunch of polaroid photos of different fillies and colts, all bounded in sexually degrading poses, showing them to Scootaloo and Rumble.

"These are all the others we've had fun with. Seventeen of them ranging from Baltimare and Las Pegasus, to Fillydelphia and Manehattan, and all their memories erased." Glover then presented and showed Scootaloo and Rumble two more polaroid photos, this time it was of themselves, most likely taken while they were put to sleep. He then put their photos with the others. "And now we can add you two to our collection, making you officially numbers eighteen and nineteen."

And that's not all." Glover then presented and showed Scootaloo and Rumble a scrap book with numerous cut-out newspaper articles with the pictures of the fillies and colts. "We even make the headlines, but they won't ever find us. Gibson takes care of clearing away any evidence to link us to every filly and colt we get. And they never say anything either from the after effects of the potions, or on some occasions, they die of thirst and starvation after we leave them. Not that you'll have to worry about, since you either won't remember, or maybe even live to tell it."

"But that's enough." Gibson handed one of the vials to Glover. "It's time to give these to you." He popped the cork on the vial. "Make it easier for us both, and take it without a struggle."

Scootaloo and Rumbles' minds raced, the prospect of loosing their memories frightened them both. Not being able to remember their friends and family, their own names, even the good times they ever had in their lives.

The two griffons lowered the vials towards them, with Glover tending to Rumble, and Gibson with Scootaloo.

"Bottoms up, colt." Glover said.

"NO!" Rumble shut him mouth tight. "I won't drink it!"

"So you're going to put up a struggle?" Glover thought inside his head. About time you grew some balls. He spoke out. "Very well. We'll do this the hard way. All the worst for you!"

Glover grabbed the vial with his tail, before he grabbed Rumbles' snout, and began forcing his mouth open with his strong claws, with Rumble shaking his head in an effort to pull his head free. The strength of the griffon was so strong that Rumbles' struggles that it was nothing. With his claws, Glover successfully pried Rumbles' mouth open, and with his tail he brought over the vial, and poured the whole potion down into his mouth. He then held his muzzle closed very tightly to make him swallow, making him muffle a scream in danger of suffocating.

"STOP IT," Scootaloo said. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

Gibson grabbed Scootaloos' head and tried to get a hold of her snout. Scootaloo managed to pull her head free, and bit down on one of Gibson's fingers as hard as she could, causing him to pull his claws free, and yelp in pain. In a fit of anger, Gibson struck her in the face with a punch. Scootaloo cried and sobbed from the pain, as blood began to run out of her nose, and a black bruise began to form on the side of her face. With Scootaloo stunned from the punch, Gibson took the opportunity to force her jaws apart, before he forced the potion down her throat, held her snout closed hard to make her swallow it, causing more pain to her face.

When Scootaloo and Rumble finally swallowed, they released their grip on their snouts, with the two foals coughing, and gasping for air. The two griffons got up and loomed over them, with Gibson rubbing the finger that Scootaloo had bitten.

Glover began to chuckle. "Looks like the filly got you."

"Oh, shut up!" Gibson said.

Glover turned to Scootaloo and Rumble who were crying. "Well, looks like we should go now."

"What?!" Rumble asked.

"We're going to leave you two here."

Glover then revealed a few adult magazines and a few condoms, one of them was used. Rumble immediately recognized them as the magazines and condoms that belonged to Thunderlane. "And we'll also be taking these as well, to remember you two by. Don't worry. I sure somepony will find you tomorrow...eventually."

Gibson took out a couple of remotes out from the bag, and hands one of them to Glover. Glover then grinned at Scootaloo and Rumble sadistically. "This should keep you two occupied until then."

Both griffons' push the buttons on the remotes that said "high" underneath them. The toys buzzed to life, with the dildo in Scootaloos' pussy, the vibrator attached to Rumbles' cock, and the butt plugs in their ass beginning to vibrate on their highest setting, making both foal jump and squeal from the violent stimulation.

The two griffons grinned, and Gibson took the second remote from Glover. "Won't be needing these anymore."

Gibson tossed the remotes in the grass some metres away from Scootaloo and Rumble completely out of their reach. Now only a passerby would be the only one who could ever shut the vibrators off. Glover and Gibson walked away from the two foals, and over to the wagon, where they attached themselves to it for them to pull.

"So long, kids," Glover said. "Thanks for the fun!"

The two griffons began to pull the wagon, and took off into the sky, laughing, leaving the two foals all alone on the side of the road, in the dead of night, and at the non-stop, stimulating assault of the sex toys.

The vibrators worked on the foals, with them each cumming again, and again, and again in within a few minutes. Both Scootaloo and Rumble were getting exhausted, unable to sleep, with the pleasure was starting to break the pain barrier as their genitals started becoming painfully sensitive, and there was nothing either of them could do.

Rumble groaned, as tears began to form in his eyes. "...I'm sorry, Scoots. It looks like this is...it."

"It's okay... Rumble. You were awesome. I...I know that...you won't remember this...but I ...I want you to know... that I... Love yo-AHH!!" Scootaloo cummed from the vibrators, and panted and groaned.

"I..I love you too...Scootaloo...I just...wished we could've-" Rumble grunted as his cock ejaculated again.

Over half an hour had past, and the two foals crying from the constant orgasms they were to endure by the vibrators, until they would be switched off by someone who would happen to find them the next day. But sadly, they would have no memories of anything that happened to them, nor anything of who they were, where they were from, or even the happy memories they had of their friends and family.

Scootaloo began to groan after a few more minutes. "I...I don't feel so good."

"Me neither...I ...I think I'm going to be sick..."

"Me too..."

Author's Note

I unpublished the Aftermath for now due to an inspiration I got from a comment. So I'm planing to make the aftermath longer with parts. Don't worry, it'll be up sooner or later.