The NonCon Anthology

The door to Sugarcube Corner closed behind Pinkie Pie as she skipped out into the evening light. Two saddle bags worth of party supplies weighed her down a bit, but she didn’t really notice. A familiar voice caught Pinkie’s attention as she moved through the town streets.

“Hey, Pinkie! You look excited.” Twilight remarked with a wide smile. Pinkie nodded furiously as she giggled.

“Yeah-huh! A bunch of super nice ponies are visiting from Canterlot, they said that they wanted me to help them throw a party for a friend of theirs who is visiting family here. You should come, it’s gonna be super fun!”

“I’m certain that it will be.” Twilight giggled, “Just let me know when and where, and I’ll be there.” She said with a wink, before stepping into the store that Pinkie had just left. Pinkie wound her way through the open town streets, greeting everypony by name as she went. As she reached the edge of town, the street became less populated until Pinkie was alone. This wasn’t unusual. Ponyville was a relatively small town, and several parts streets weren’t very populated. Eventually she came to a house on a hill out mostly by itself. It was a rented home, and she had actually thrown parties here before for visiting ponies.

“This is it!” She chirped, as she knocked. The door swung open, and a blue stallion smiled at her. He gestured a hoof into the door, and Pinkie giggled, “Well well, what a gentlepony. Rarity would like you.” She skipped through the door and saw a group of around ten stallions a couple of colts all looking at her. “Hello!” She called out to them, “My name’s Pinkie Pie, and I am here to make sure this party is the best ever.” The room was quiet after she said this, and Pinkie grew a bit confused. They were all just kind of staring at her. None of them moved except the one by the door, who closed the door and walked closer to her. One of the colts finally spoke up.

“Can I go first?” He asked. Confused, Pinkie began to ask what he meant, but as she opened her mouth the pony behind her grabbed her by the shoulders. Pinkie found herself forced down as a second pony ran up from in front of her to help hold her down.

“Uh, hey guys,” Pinkie chuckled nervously, “Can you let me up? What are you doing?” Was this a prank or a joke? Some of the stallions were laughing, so Pinkie hoped it was a joke. She didn’t like the way they were laughing though. That’s when the rope came out. She felt it before she saw it. Thin but strong cords of rope were wrapped around her front hooves and pulled tight. Before she could react, her back hooves began to be tied to some kind of metal bar that forced her legs apart. Pinkie’s heart was hammering in her chest as she tried to pull her hooves free from the ropes. They were still loose and gave a little, but she wasn’t nearly strong enough to pull out of them even as she began to frantically yank at the restraints. As she struggled, she noticed that there was something stiff pressed against her butt, and when Pinkie realized what it was, that was when she began to panic.

“Wait, wait! Hold on guys, I’m not that kind of party mare.” She chuckled nervously, and felt her heart sink as she felt the cock slid over to her entrance. “G..Guys?” She stuttered. The ropes around her hooves tightened further, and as she continued to struggle, they didn’t give at all. “No.” The word came out as a quiet squeak. Now that she was firmly tied up, the stallion pushing up against her finally entered into her. Pinkie gasped, “Pull it out, please let me up.” The invading cock stayed, unmoving, inside of her while the stallion groaned in enjoyment. Pinkie attempted to squirm free again, her movements sending shots of pleasure through the stallion’s body. Slowly, his hips began to rock back and forth. While she wasn’t very wet yet, she still felt warm and tight. His hooves caressed her thigh, as Pinkie fully understood that this was really happening.

“What, but I just….” She whimpered as she began to cry, “I…I just wanted to help you. You said you were throwing a party and….” Her voice petered out when she saw what the other ponies were doing. There was not a single pony in the room, not even the two colts, that wasn’t stroking an erection. Her lip quivered and her eyes began to water as she realized that they were getting off watching her being raped. “P…Please, “ She pleaded looking at them one by one, “Somepony help me.” The cock filled her, making her gasp and moan slightly as the stallion worked. Her body was responding slowly, and she could feel herself beginning to get wet. She kept looking around, now fully crying as she blubbered out, “Make him stop, please. This isn’t what I wanted when….” She was cut off by the stallion raping her.

“Hey,” He yelled at the closest stallion, “Can you get the gag to shut her up.” Pinkie looked back at him, mortified.

“Yeah, gimme a sec.” The other stallion replied, digging through a bag until he pulled out a ring gag. Pinkie began screaming as he forced it in. With the ring now situated in her mouth, all she could give was whines and sobs of protest. One of the larger stallions loomed in front of her, his cock lowering towards her mouth.

“There we go.” The stallion said, “Now we can use your mouth for the only thing it should be used for.” Her tear-filled eyes shrunk to pinpricks as she realized what was going to happen. Her hair stuck to her damp cheeks as she shook her head, trying to be understood in spite of being gagged that she just wanted this to stop. The stallion ignored her. Gripping her ears in his hooves, he pulled her head towards him as she desperately tried to yank herself away. A scream tore out of her throat, then was suddenly muffled as her mouth was filled.

The still somewhat cold ring created a strange contrast to the warmth of Pinkie’s tongue and throat as he began pumping into her mouth. The mare’s throat convulsed as she choked on his massive erection, creating a pleasurable sensation, and she was still occasionally attempting to scream. The stallion looked down into her blue eyes. She was staring up at him as she cried, hoping that he would see how terrified she was and would help her. Instead, he moaned in ecstasy, and increased his pace. The stallion was happy to see that Pinkie knew better than to try and bite him, she was keeping her teeth out of the way. Every now and again she’d sob or moan as the other stallion continued to rape her from behind, and it sent wonderful vibrations through her throat.

The cocks violating Pinkie slammed into her over and over as Pinkie finally gave up any hint of struggle. She comforted herself knowing that, at the very least, this wouldn’t last much longer. The hoof stroking her thighs gripped her more fiercely than before, as she felt that stallion speed up his motions. The wet slapping of their hips spattered Pinkie’s juices across the floor, as she once again moaned at an unwanted bolt of pleasure arced through her back. Then a slowly creeping warmth shot into her body. Pinkie turned her head as much as she could without upsetting the stallion in her mouth, and looked at the stallion inside her in confusion. Her face melted into terror as she saw his face, and understood what had happened. Screwing her eyes shut as she felt her rapist slid his way out of her, cum beginning to ooze out of the now empty orifice, Pinkie cried deep, body shaking sobs. The stallion in her mouth moaned again at the sensation of her convulsing throat. His hoof flew down to his crotch, as he too pulled out of her.

Pinkie coughed as she felt the second cock leave her body, and she lifted her eyes to see the stallion pleasuring himself while aiming at her face. The first jet of cum shot towards her as Pinkie closed her eyes to protect them. Warm cum hit her, and slowly ran down her nose and chin. The stallion continued to stroke himself, the pleasure having not yet fully died down.

As Pinkie stood whimpering, covered in cum, the two stallions moved back in the crowd. Her eyes moved between the different stallions in the room, knowing that they weren’t done with her yet. Which one was going to come for her next, was the only thought in her mind. To her surprise, it was the colts who came forward next. They were both very young, maybe Scootaloo’s age. Pinkie couldn’t wrap her mind around what was happening, as the first colt shoved his little erection in her face. She looked up at him in both confusion and fear, there was no hint of remorse in his eyes. He viewed her the way all the stallions in the room did, she was just a toy to him.

The younger one in her mouth gasped as he felt the warmth of an unwilling mouth for the first time. His balls slapped against Pinkie’s saliva covered chin as his hooves dug into her shoulders. Leaning forward, he began furiously pumping into her throat. If he hadn’t been so small, Pinkie likely would have passed out from a lack of air. She tried her best to move in rhythm to the colt’s motions, hoping to get it all over with quicker. Soon enough, both colts came inside her, the one behind her giving her butt a light slap. They both ran to the other side of the room, and began bragging about how good their respective hole had felt. Pinkie sobbed as the next group of stallions approached, three this time. Pinkie gulped, knowing where the third one planned to go. The first one to reach her surprised her as he pulled the gag out of her mouth.

“Don’t say a word, slut. I’m pulling the gag out because I want to feel your lips wrapped around me. If you scream, you will regret it.” He growled at her. Pinkie looked around the room at the many massive stallions surrounding her, watching her.

“Ok,” She whispered, terrified. “I promise I won’t scream. Please can I….” She was interrupted by the stallion’s cock being shoved into her face. Her face screwed up in anguish, she put it into her mouth, and prepared for the rest of her day.

Hours past, and the sun began to set. In the middle of the otherwise empty floor, Pinkie lay exhausted. She was covered in cum, and there were long streaks down her cheeks from her continuous crying. The various stallions seemed to have exhausted themselves. Her head was pressed against the floor, hoping they were done with her.

“Alright boys, time to pack up.” One of the stallions said, and the others mumbled in agreement. He walked towards her, and began fiddling with the ropes holding her. Pinkie ran her tongue over her dry lips, as she begged the stallion.

“You’re done now, right? I can…I can go home?” Her voice was hoarse from how many times her throat had been used over the past few hours. The stallion rolled his eyes, and reached into a bag next to him as he responded.

“Of course not? Why would we ever want to let a toy as entertaining as you go? You’re coming home with us.” He replied, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“What!?” Pinkie screamed, “You can’t do this! Let me go, let me gghmph!” Her voice was muffled by a ball gag that the stallion had pulled out of his bag. There was a click as it was latched behind her head. Pinkie’s panicked breath came wheezing out around the gag. She could see across the room as some of the stallions were pulling forward a large case of some kind, and Pinkie realized that was how they were going to carry her out of town without her being noticed. The stallion wasn’t done, and he pulled out a dark black cloth from the bag as well. Pinkie tried her best to scream for help as the blindfold was tightly fastened around her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” The stallion said calmly. He pet her mane, as she frantically fought against her restraints, and sobbed hysterically. “You’ll get to make so many ponies very happy. Isn’t that what you like to do? So just accept it, you’re ours now.”