Twilight Sparkle was never the most extroverted filly, in fact, one could almost say she was the opposite.
She was the kind of filly to sit alone at lunchtime, reading whatever book she was currently obsessed with. She read and processed information far too advanced for a filly her age, making sure to underline any words she couldn’t understand so she could ask Princess Celestia during their next one-on-one lesson.
All of the foals at Celestia's School for Gifted Ponies were talented in the magical arts, but none of them could ever quite measure up to Twilight's raw skill and prowess. This made her either somepony to befriend or somepony to bully.
She found from her observations that most of those in her 'friend' category were either other intellectually abled fillies and colts that could easily pass as fillies without much effort.
Since she didn't usually come off the way most ponies would expect an eight-year-old filly to be, her market for friends was a pretty niche one.
Twilight was used to the bullying, of course. It wasn't often that she was physically bullied since most ponies at her school weren't exactly the most physically abled after all and spoken words seemed to simply be absorbed into her mind without much effect, unlike the words she read in her books.
It was a lunch break like any other, that cold winter day. Nopony was playing outside and the doors were locked due to the heavy blanket of pure white snow falling around the school.
This meant that everypony was forced to play inside, and the strict rules of the school made such play incredibly boring.
Twilight was unaware of the boredom of her peers, treating her precious free time with care as she made her way through her latest riveting read, 'Solutions to the Lunar-Starswirl Problem in the Context of Teleportation'.
When she'd first gained access to the school's library, she'd raced to read as many books as she could in the shortest amount of time, but found that she absorbed much less information from such a method.
To fix this issue, she'd trained herself to read each word of each sentence with care, savouring each letter like a delicious chocolate dessert. Not only did it help her understand what she was reading, but she found that she enjoyed her forty-five minutes in heaven much more.
This lunchtime, however, Twilight's session was to be interrupted by some rather unpleasant guests in the form of the aforementioned bullies.
"Hey, Twidork!" Called Figment, one of her regular tormentors, using her usual nickname and drawing her away from her book.
Figment was a large colt with a sand-colored coat and gelled-back mane. He was handsome, with deep brown eyes with a constant look of confidence within them, he was charming and always knew exactly what to say to get him out of any situation.
Being a popular colt, Figment had his pick when it came to lackeys, everypony wanted to be his friend and was willing to do anything to attain such a high status.
His two henchcolts on that particular day were regulars when it came to making fun of Twilight:
Gear Grinder, a strong colt with a deep blue coat, dark green mane and a more than rough personality. What he lacked in intellect and depth-of-character was more than compensated by his raw magical power, which he had no problem reminding his peers off if they got on his nerves.
The second of Figment’s minions was Lightbulb, whose fiery red coat and explosive yellow hair matched his volatile and hyperactive tendencies, he was always seeking the next thrilling experience and bullying Twilight always gave him the greatest thrill of all.
Twilight looked up at Figment as he trotted to her corner of the classroom where she usually sat in between classes, the teacher who taught in it was one of the few teachers who didn't mind a few foals coming in during break times to catch up on work or simply sit and read.
Twilight decided that this time she would simply ignore him, just to see if he would lose interest in her. She looked back down at the book in her magical grasp and continued to read.
The colt's nose scrunched, he had obviously never been ignored by a filly he was making fun of before.
"He said hey, Twidork!" Gear Grind repeated in his booming voice, standing right beside her and speaking directly into her ear to make sure she heard him.
Twilight continued to read.
"I said..." Figment began. "Hey, Twidork!" he practically shouted, using his own magic to rip the book away from her and throw it to the side, its cover slamming on the floor unceremoniously.
It was then Twilight realised she'd made some kind of mistake, she'd never had a book taken away from her like that and she'd never had such an angry feeling build up in her belly, ready to explode like a spell gone awry.
Explode it did, the filly jumping to her hooves and staring up at the colt, who stood almost two heads taller than her.
"Hey!" she shouted. "Don't do that!" she demanded, anger burning in her violet eyes.
Figment raised an eyebrow, obviously displeased with her response. “Or what?” he asked, smirking down at her.
“O-Or I’ll…” she began, trailing off as she realised that she was completely outnumbered and that anything she tried to do would be for nought against the three colts in front of her.
“You’ll what?” he asked, picking up the book in his magical aura and dangling it in front of her face. “What will you do if I rip this to shreds?”
Twilight gasped at his threat, feeling her anger from before return, welling up in her tummy as her entire body quaked. How dare he threaten to destroy something of hers? Why should she have to take this from him?
She repeated those questions as she felt another feeling start to grow, this time in her horn.
It was a feeling she’d only ever felt once before, after her initial rejection at her entrance demonstration to get into the school.
The feeling built and built until she couldn’t hold it back, her horn flaring with magic as a force much stronger than anypony in the room imagined such a tiny filly could muster flew from her forehead and slammed straight into the chests of the three bullies. The push was so powerful, the three of them were all pushed over the desks adjacent to the group, winding them and making them gasp for air as the three of them clambered to their hooves.
Twilight felt incredibly triumphant, she’d just done what she’d always dreamed of doing: finally punishing those bullies for what they’d done to her over the past year!
Though that feeling disappeared as quickly as it came as the bullies rose to their hooves with a renewed anger in their eyes.
She’d never seen them that angry, the pure hatred in their eyes scared her more than she’d ever been scared by them before.
Figment slowly made his way over to her, smirking and nodding at the other two colts to signal for them to surround the filly, “Hey you guys, I think we found our new playmate!~” He teased as the three colts circled her.
“I-I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to--” Twilight couldn’t finish her sentence before one of the colts took her discarded book and shoved it into her open mouth.
“Shut up and follow us,” Lightbulb ordered, the three foals quickly turning and making their way to the classroom door.
Twilight hesitated for a moment. What were they planning to do with her? Surely there was nothing they would do out of the classroom that they’d do to her in the classroom, they’d never shown any inclination towards flat-out violence against anypony before.
She took a deep breath and hurried to catch up with the group, stepping out into the empty school hallway. Everypony else had filtered into various classrooms which were opened to combat the boredom the foals experienced during wet lunch breaks.
They trotted in silence, the only sound being that of their hooves against the hard marble of the floor and muffled echoes of foals laughing and chatting behind the closed doors of the classrooms they passed. It wasn’t often the filly was in the presence of Figment and his friends without being verbally abused, and the lack of jabs and insults made her uneasy.
She decided to break the silence, removing the book from her mouth, “Wh-Where are we going?” she asked as they got further and further away from the most populated classrooms, the side of the school where the teacher’s room and staff offices were situated.
“Does you know the meaning of ‘shut up’?” Figment asked, glaring back at her and shoving the book back into her mouth with his magic.
She whimpered and followed the colts obediently, watching them glance over their shoulders and lick their lips like predators savouring their latest catch.
Eventually, the group came to a stop outside of a small door at the very back of the hall, far away from anypony else. The door had a dirty silver plate riveted to it, the word ‘Janitor’ faintly engraved upon it.
Figment’s horn glowed as his beige aura surrounded the lock, which clicked as his magic effortlessly bypassed the lock and let the door creak open.
Despite it being a janitor’s closet, the small room behind the door was strangely void of any kind of cleaning equipment. The standard mops and buckets were replaced with strange equipment made of leather and metal.
Figment and Lightbulb gave Twilight an evil grin as they stepped inside the room while Gear Grind circled behind her and gave her a powerful shove, making her fall through the door and into the claustrophobic and foreboding closet, her back thudding on the hard floor.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Gear said as he joined the three ponies and clicked the door shut behind him.
Figment’s face appeared in Twilight’s vision as she felt a tight ring slip around her horn, one of the magic suppressors from the School’s restricted equipment section.
She tried as hard as she could to use her magic and overpower the suppressor, but each burst of raw energy she forced into it only caused a pounding headache to fill her head.
“Lock her hind legs,” Figment ordered, prompting Lightbulb to grab a long metal bar with two hoof cuffs on either end and lock them around Twilight’s exposed back legs.
Fear rose in her chest, something bad was about to happen, worse than anything they’d ever done to her before! “Help me, help me!” she called again and again.
Figment rolled his eyes as he forced a metal ring into her mouth, locking it to her face with two leather straps which he firmly tugged around the back of her head, “As much as I love your screams, we don’t need anypony interrupting our playtime now do we?” he teased.
“Get her up.” He ordered coldly, making his two servants force her to her hooves.
She struggled against them, kicking at her restraints as her front hooves tugged and pulled at the ring in her mouth. Her face was stained with tears and her muffled screams of fear interrupted by her choked, desperate sobs.
They dropped her unceremoniously right-side-up, the spreader bar making her spread her legs wide for the two colts.
As they watched her struggle, a strange scent filled the room, musky and powerful, it wormed its way into her mind and made her fillyhood tingle.
“Ooh, what’s under here?~” Lightbulb teased as he lifted the smaller filly’s tail.
“Why don’t we tie that silly little tail up so it’s out of the way and everypony can see what a slut she is?” Figment said, dangling a collar in front of the tearful girl’s face.
“That sounds like a great idea!” Lightbulb replied, pulling a thin rope from the wall as his leader wrapped the collar around Twilight’s exposed neck.
The collar sported a ring on the back of her neck, which dug into her coat uncomfortably. Gear held her still, while Lightbulb quickly slipped the rope through the ring, tying the other end to her raised tail and forcing her to hold it in place.
Cold air brushed her nethers, making the sensations within her even more noticeable. A second, sweeter scent filled the air as she felt a few drops of warm liquid start to dribble down her hind legs.
Figment left her vision as he trotted around to join the other two colts staring at her exposed flank, “Oh? Looks to me like this little filly likes showing off like this!” he teased, his hoof running up on of her legs and collecting a few drops of the fluid before bringing it to his mouth for him to taste it. “Mmm,” he hummed. “You’re delicious, Twilight!”
The scent that filled the room got thicker with each passing second, making her body hot and uncomfortable. The strange liquid started to flow faster, streaming down her legs and puddling on the smooth concrete below.
Behind her, one of the colts snorted frustratedly, “I can’t take it anymore, Figment!” Lightbulb exclaimed. “Let’s just use her already!” He demanded, making the fear deep in Twilight’s body even more powerful. What did he mean ‘use’?
Figment let out an exaggerated sigh, “Fine, you win. I’m using her little cunny,” he said, his hoof, flicking her puffy lower lips and causing a wave of pleasure to surge through her body, making her moan.
“But you always get the first use, why can’t we have a turn!” Lightbulb complained, Twilight’s feminine scent filling him with testosterone-fueled confidence.
“Because I say so, and if you complain like that again you’ll sit outside and stand watch.” Figment deadpanned.
“Fine,” he groaned. “I got dibs on her mouth, Gear went first last time.”
Gear Grind grunted, “Fair enough.”
While they argued, Twilight struggled against her bindings, maybe she could get away while they were distracted!
Suddenly, a sharp pain seared her flank, stopping her wriggling and pulling as she cried out loudly.
“Stop your struggling, you know you want this.” Gear scolded.
Lightbulb trotted to her front end, pulling her head up to stare at the thick member swinging between his legs, “Ever see a cock before?” He asked, pushing her muzzle towards it and flooding her nostrils with his musk.
Her face glowed red, she’d only ever seen her father’s before, sometimes when he and her mother were kissing it would come out, but she’d always been told never to stare at a stallion’s privates!
She turned her head and screwed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the intoxicating scent of his musk. He put his hoof on her chin and jerked it back to face his crotch, holding her there with his magic as he placed his forehooves on either side of her small body, pushing the tip of his cock against the metal ring in her mouth. “You’re gonna feel so good, I can tell~” he teased.
She tried to pull her head away as best she could, grunting as she strained against his magic. Each desperate breath drew more of his scent into her lungs, making her thoughts sluggish and muddy.
“Ready?” the colt above her asked before suddenly thrusting with all his might. Twilight’s eyes shot open as his colthood forced its way deep into her throat, filling her windpipe and choking her.
He grunted and shifted his back hooves and pulled himself out of her tight throat, leaving just the tip in her mouth and allowing her to pant for breath for just a moment.
Not giving her much time to recover, the colt forced his shaft even deeper into her throat, making her eyes roll back in her head as she desperately used her tongue and throat muscles to try to push him out.
“Hah, already using her tongue? I think this little slut wants to be used!” He spat as he pulled out and thrust again.
Twilight could feel her will to resist cracking with each thrust, the powerful musk that filled her mouth and nose making it even harder to think about anything but the throbbing member buried in her maw.
Another pair of hooves thudded on the ground beside her and another foreign sensation shot through her body as a hot and fleshy rod pushed against her lower lips.
“I can’t wait to hear you scream, Twilight~” Figment’s voice teased from behind her as his twitching shaft slowly spread her small opening.
The filly shuddered, but she couldn’t tell whether it was with fear or need.
Lightbulb pulled out again.
They don’t care what happens to me! She thought, the strong scent of virile colts making her mind sluggish.
Lightbulb thrust again, groaning in pleasure as he savoured her panicked gags and sputters. Figment’s cock gently pushed inside her fillyhood, a twinge of stinging pain shooting through her as her virgin slit is stretched for the first time before quickly turning to pulsating pleasure as his cock throbbed inside her.
It feels good, though, and it’s getting easier to pleasure- She stopped herself, it’s getting easier to bear Lightbulb’s thingie in my mouth.
“Out, I want to hear her,” Figment ordered, making the colt in front of her roughly drag himself out of her. “Scream slut!” Figment shouted as he thrust himself deep into her tight pussy, making her squeal in pain as he effortlessly broke through her weak hymen and claimed her innocence.
She tried to drag herself away with her forehooves, desperate to end the pain that wracked her body, but couldn’t muster the strength to move even an inch as Figment held her in place with his magic.
‘Stop! Stop!’ She shouted in her head, trying to shout it past her gag but finding herself unable to do anything but scream in pain.
Lightbulb quickly returned to face-fucking her, thrusting in and out of her throat with grunt after primal, dominant grunt. Figment joined him, pulling out as he pushed himself in and ramming himself back inside as his companion ripped himself out of her.
Despite the intensity of her pain, the ache in her nethers slowly disappeared and left only the pleasure of her tormentors’ cocks pistoning in and out of her holes.
She started to lap at the tangy fluid Lightbulb’s tip left on her tongue each time he pulled out of her, flicking his wide flare with her tongue at any opportunity she got.
“H-Haa!~” the colt gasped. “Th-The slut really does like being used!” he stuttered.
I like this? She asked herself, the last shreds of her rational mind slipping from her grasp as the primal lust to please stallions overwhelmed her musk-weakened mind.
I like this. I love this. I need this. She repeated, her cunt starting to rhythmically tense and relax around Figment’s meat. Her belly felt empty like something was missing from her, something the two stallions were going to so generously give to her, something she couldn’t be complete without.
“B-Buck! I-I’m gonna--” Lightbulb shouted before groaning as he slammed himself into Twilight’s mouth, his cock twitching and throbbing as he shot rope after rope of his thick seed deep into her belly.
That was it, that was what she needed so desperately, the tangy taste of his cum as her gagging and coughing around the thick meat buried in her throat pushed some of his spunk onto her tongue and made it drip from the sides of her mouth.
She felt her consciousness fading fast as she rapidly ran out of air, fighting her hardest to stay awake so she could savour every moment of being used by the colts.
Just as she felt the last of her strength start to drain, the length that filled her mouth quickly slide from her maw, squirting the last few shots of the colt’s cum onto her pale, panting face.
She licked her lips, collecting as much of the white fluid as she could on her tongue before greedily swallowing it down. She savoured every drop, loving the bitter taste and the feeling of it slowly dribbling down her throat and making her feel oh-so-full.
Figment’s jerks and pumps in and out of her needy cunt got faster and more erratic, his member twitching every few thrusts.
A new feeling grew between Twilight’s legs, a bubble of pleasure waiting to pop at any moment, an aching need for release which made her whole body tense and buck back against the colt destroying her inner walls.
The colt roared a raw, lust-fueled growl as he bent down and bit firmly into the back of her neck and rammed himself as hard as he could into her tight cunt, forcing his tip past her cervix and into her young womb.
Suddenly, the bubble in her crotch popped, flooding her body with ecstasy as she squirted her clear fillycum in long strands across the floor below her.
His cock throbbed and spasmed as he painted her insides, the cum quickly filled her small body and flowed through her passage before streaming down her hind legs. He bucked inside her with each twitch of his cock, burying himself as deep into her as possible. As his orgasm finished, he tore himself from her widened hole and sprayed the last of his hot, sticky spunk over her arched back.
He stood back and admired his work, running his hoof along the bite in her neck. “You should be honoured, Twilight, I’ve never claimed a filly before~” he teased.
He claimed me? What a wonderful prospect, being claimed by such a powerful and dominating stallion! Her broken, primal mind thought, a rush of pride surging through her.
Figment trotted to her front end and lifted her chin to look up and into his deep, commanding eyes. “Now, I’m going to take the gag out, are you going to behave?” he asked, his horn glowing as he fiddled with the buckle pressing into the back of her head.
She nodded vigorously, of course she’d behave for him, she shouldn’t have even resisted in the first place and she was glad that the stallions had so generously punished her for being so disobedient.
Figment smirked and unbuckled the gag, letting it fall from her mouth and clatter to the floor. Twilight panted for breath, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she gasped for air.
Gear Grind entered her vision, his own shaft swinging hypnotically between his legs. “You’re not done, slut,” he growled as he pushed his tip to her lips. “Use that tongue, make sure it’s nice and wet,” he ordered.
She looked to Figment, who nodded in a silent order to do as Grind instructed. Quickly getting to work, she took as much of his thick length into her hot mouth as possible and began to bob up and down. Without the gag to hold her mouth open, she found herself struggling to keep her mouth open wide enough to accommodate his cock, which made up for its shorter length by being much thicker in girth.
Her teeth scraped his flesh, making his body tense up as his hard hoof slammed into her ribs. “No teeth, slut!” he barked, tears welling up in the weak filly’s eyes as pain shot through her chest.
She quickly corrected her form, her analytical mind quickly adapting to servicing him as she dragged her tongue up and down the length, flicking at the tip at every opportunity. Gear’s hips bucked, making her deepthroat him again and again as he groaned with intense pleasure.
“B-Buck, you’re a natural whore!” he spat as he buried himself in her throat once again.
His colthood throbbed in her throat, much like Lightbulb’s just before he blew his thick load into her belly. She prepared herself to swallow his cum, screwing her eyes shut as she took a deep breath and waited for him to ream her mouth.
Instead, however, she felt his cock leave her throat, leaving her empty and unsatisfied as the colt left a trail of precum on her tongue. She whimpered submissively, did he not like how she was pleasing him?
“As much as I’d love to facefuck you more, there’s another hole which is much more attractive now that we’ve done away with that pesky gag and I can hear you properly.” he told her, his magic holding her head so she couldn’t watch as he made his way to her flank and mounted her.
She smiled as his tip dragged itself up her cum coated slit, happy that her passage was to be used once more.
She felt his weight shift as he reared back to thrust into her slit, her body tensing as she prepared to take every inch of his cock inside her.
The feeling that came, however, was not one of pleasure as his shaft penetrated deep into her puckered tailhole. Her spit barely acted as lubricant as he split her with his thick shaft and began relentlessly pounding in and out of her virgin plot. Twilight screamed with pain as she felt him destroy her anus with each loud 'shlick' that resounded through the room as he abused her ass.
Figment and Lightbulb made no effort to ease her pain, chuckling as they watched Gear ravage her tailhole.
“Stop complaining, slut, I know you love being used~” Figment teased, giving her tear-stained cheek a firm slap.
She felt her words die in her throat as soon as his hoof made contact with her cheeks. She did love being used, even if it hurt, she wanted to please and serve any stallion Figment ordered her to.
Slowly, the pain in her rear faded, the powerful thrusts of the large colt behind her starting to fill her with pleasure and lust. She tensed her flank muscles, trying to ensure she milked every drop of the generous gift Gear was about to give her.
His breath became ragged and his groans became carnal grunts and growls as his thrusts became more and more irregular and desperate. His colthood flared with each wet slap of his balls against her taint, stretching her plot even more.
Twilight felt the bubble in her crotch start to build once more, her still sensitive body already on the edge of a second powerful orgasm.
Gear let out a long, loud growl, slamming himself deep inside her while his cock spasmed with pleasure. His balls slapped loudly against her as he thrust deep inside her, coating her ass with thick spurts of his hot seed.
The tiny filly felt the cum bloat her, the warmth spreading through her whole body as he filled her anus. Her body tensed as she threw her head back, her clit winking wildly once more as she coated the floor in another load of her sticky ejaculate. Her body spasmed with pleasure, each wave of ecstasy threatening to finally push her past her limit and cause her to pass out from exhaustion.
She felt her vision fade as she basked in the afterglow of her climax, Grind simply waiting for his cock to soften inside her once it had stopped spasming and throbbing. Twilight’s head flopped on the floor as she felt the last of her energy leave her, the need for her to rest overwhelming her desire to please her stallion further.
The colt in her ass tore himself from her. “Slut.” he spat aggressively, shoving her unconscious body with a hoof.
“What should we do with her? You’ve never claimed a filly like that before.” Lightbulb asked.
“She’s a perfect fit for me, not only is she submissive and cute, she’s Princess Celestia’s personal protege. My father could use a connection like that.” Figment responded.
“And she takes cock better than any other slut we’ve had in here before.” Gear said nonchalantly, prompting nods from the other two colts.
“So we keep her around?” Lightbulb chimed in.
“Of course, I’ll take her to meet my father soon, I’m sure he’ll want to try her out~,” Figment replied in a teasing tone. “Leave her here, we’ll deal with her after class.”
The three colts shrugged in acknowledgement, each taking their turn to shove her and spit on her motionless body, laughing as they stepped out of the closet, clicking the door shut behind them and plunging the room into darkness.
Twilight awoke a few hours later, her body aching in complaint as she sat up. She rubbed her head she tried to remember exactly what happened to her once she’d been tied up. Her memory slowly returned as she felt the cum in her womb and belly slosh inside her, reminding her of the rough fucking the colts had given her.
She smiled giddily, rubbing the back of her neck and feeling the deep bite mark Figment left in her neck. A feeling of completeness rose from deep within her belly. She’d been claimed and she couldn’t be prouder.
After finding the light switch and flicking it on, she began gently smoothing her coat for when her stallion returned for her, she knew he’d want her looking respectable for when he showed her off.
A few minutes passed before the door clicked and slowly swung open, revealing a smirking Figment standing in the doorway. He smiled at her and made his way inside the room.
“I see you’re awake~,” Figment said in his usual silky smooth tone.
Twilight’s eyes lit up upon hearing his voice, she hopped to her hooves and quickly trotted over to the colt, who held her in a tight embrace.
“Ready to go, my little slut?” he asked, nuzzling her affectionately.
“Yep!” Twilight responded, nodding vigorously.
Figment stepped out of the closet once more, grunting a primal instruction for his mare to follow him, a command Twilight was more than happy to obey.
She proudly trotted into the bright afternoon light of the school hall, her head held high as she followed the colt outside and into the world.
Each step made the thick cum trapped inside her swirl and move, a feeling from which she derived great joy, she’d pleased stallions and they’d given her the gift of their seed!
Once, she would have never dreamed of being a claimed mare, but as she followed Figment into the warm daylight, she could see that she had it all wrong.
Her purpose was to serve and please her stallion in any way possible.
And she was going to take her responsibilities very seriously.
Author's Note
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. IN NO WAY DOES THIS WORK MEAN THAT I CONDONE THE ACTIONS OF THE CHARACTERS BEING CARRIED OUT IN REAL LIFE.
That out of the way, this is my first ever proper clopfic, I think it went pretty well but feel free to leave a comment to tell me what you think I can do better next time.
