Latch buried part of her muzzle into the neck of her red windbreaker as she watched her friend, Starshine Bomber, board the last train for the evening. It was an hour before midnight, and this was the only train available at this hour that would take her friend back home. The same one she'd always taken back home when she came to visit Latch in Canterlot. Lifting her head from the collar of her jacket, Latch paid careful attention to her friend as she hesitated part way up the third step into the train.
“Hey, Latch?” Starshine asked, turning around. Her silky, amethyst mane had been well kept in comparisons to Latch, amounting to it looking more orderly and less… scraggly in comparisons to the earth pony’s in general. It as well did manage to compliment and features far better than Latch’s.
"What's up, Star?" Latch responded in kind, smiling a little. It had to be something important if she was hesitating on heading in.
"I never asked it, but why do you... Do things like this?" Her expression looked to be lost, and unsure. She didn’t quite know how else to word it.
"What do you mean?" Latch cocked her head. "Buy you a ticket at this hour like I regularly do?"
"Well... Yes," she said with a brief pause. She'd held herself a bit tighter in that thick black coat she'd bought today.
"You're my friend, Star. There's nothing to it, okay? Just try not to think about it too much, since you pretty much pay for my return tickets from Ponyville anyways," Latch replied plainly, still holding her smile. Slipping her hands from the jacket pockets, she waved as the hiss of train's brakes signaled its lurch into motion. "I'll see you again next week, Star! Don't do anything fun without me!"
Star though, was left in silence as she watched Latch roll away into the distance. Her question not properly answered, and she'd be left wondering it once again of the stupid, brash earth pony always doing what she wanted to do, and why she did it. She certainly was a far cry from her family's current state... Lifestyle, and in the way of manners. She never understood how they'd happened to become friends so easily.
Watching the train roll away from the platform, Latch sighed, relaxing as she was left alone in the streets leading to, and on the boarding platform itself. Her expression going impassive, Latch dug her wallet out from her pants, rifling through the insides into her wallet. "Looks like I'll be buying in bulk again," she said to no one in particular as she looked at the various IDs she had, and the low quantity of bits she was left with.
Closing it with a sharp 'fwip', Latch stuffed the wallet back into her pocket. Slipping her hands into the jacket's equivalence, she wiggled the tip of her snout into the collar of her jacket again. It was a particularly chilly autumn night, and Winter was almost around the corner for scheduling. That was going to be loads of fun, especially having to shovel off her balcony as she did every year when they overdid it with the snow.
Walking off the platform, Latch kept her pace measured and steady as she went down the various streets of Canterlot. Caution was the name of the game at this hour, as while the guards still did regular patrols throughout the streets, there were the few unsavory characters that milled about, catching the odd pony in between their routes and blind spots. She'd been privy to a couple of them, but often a swift kick to their pride would have them on their knees. They'd shout profanities at her in a slightly higher pitched voice and she'd be on her way while flipping them the bird.
It was almost unnerving, but very surprising of how quiet the streets were as she walked. She didn’t catch a patrol in one of their routes like she normally did, and neither did she see anyone walking about along the streets or sidewalk; unsavory and otherwise at this hour. This silence however… It kept her on edge.
With a huff, Latch pulled her hands free from her pockets, poking her muzzle out from her jacket as she looked around. Keeping her head in a swivel, she scanned the various side streets and alleyways she came across as she made her way back to her apartment. Something didn’t quite feel right with this particular evening, and it was started to set the idea within her mind that she should just run before things got bad… With whatever was going to happen.
While she resisted the idea, she reasoned with, and restrained herself from doing anything rash in that moment. Keeping her pace, she set herself on a state of high alert as she’d passed the city’s central fountain. She just had to keep her eyes peeled, and her ears open, just to set her mind at ease for now...
"Where the hell is everypony?" She asked, her voice being the only one filling the very streets. Hearing what sounded like footsteps in the distance, ones that gave pause to her own, Latch flicked her ears towards the general direction of its source.
Turning around, facing the way she'd came from by a bakery and a seamstress' store front, she spied no one... But with how quickly the steps faded - sounding like running - it gave her enough reason now to be on edge. With an uncertain stare down the street, she fidgeted. It was time to run.
Turning on the heels of her shoes, she kicked off the stone and began running towards the direction of her apartment. Through side streets and the occasional alley, she spared no shortcut as she made use of any and all of them that came across her path. She bumped into dumpsters and clambered over fences, showing that her form was not so much as graceful in such sprints. As she'd slipped through and onto another main street, she'd came across a patrol of Luna’s guard. Slowing to a halt, Latch gave the pair a short wave as they passed by one another.
When they'd went out of view, she ran again. With how dead the street was and the lack of patrols, something boded an ill omen for this night, and she didn't want to stick around for whatever it was, and if it was for her. Rounding another corner, Latch skidded to a halt as a few stallions stood just a couple meters in front of her. Upon her sudden arrival, one of them chuckled in the group of what looked like... Four or five stallions.
"Told you she'd show up, now pay up," one of them had said, looking as though he shoved another in the crowd.
"Screw that, I'm not paying two hundred bits for this stupid bet," said another. While they'd been bickering, the others had started to approach Latch.
With how dimly lit the streets had been, she couldn't quite see their faces, but with the fact she'd immediately went into fight or flight, seeing their faces didn't matter. She just had to get out of there. Turning on her heels for a second time that night, Latch quickly started off into a sprint that had her practically stomping against the stone sidewalk. Her mind had been running a mile a minute, while her own comprehension of the thoughts struggled to catch up, she knew for certain that they'd been waiting for her and only her.
"Oh no, you're not going anywhere!" She heard from behind her, likely one of the stallions who'd been waiting for her. She had a half-block gain on them, so they had no chance of catching up to her at this rate.
However, before she could break past a cafe she and Starshine frequented, Latch let off a strangled grunt as her momentum was cancelled almost immediately. An aura had wrapped around her body and she was now suspended a good dozen centimeters above the ground... And she was now being pulled backwards. With all the strength she could muster, she strained against the magic, reaching her hand out towards one of the lamp posts.
She heard a loud groan from behind her, coupling with her arm being pulled back into place along her side. Similarly, her other arm had been forced down to her side. "This one's extremely feisty!"
"Quick too," another stallion chimed in. "Get her in as close as you can, this isn't going to work if she's this far out."
"You're lazy as hell, you know that? You can just walk up to her and do it." She'd heard as she was still being reeled in. While there was a sigh of resignation heard behind her, she was soon "helped" down onto her knees with her back towards the stallions.
As she struggled to so much as move, Latch felt a hand upon the back of her head, followed by something warm flowing out from his hand and into her head. She felt... Calm, and sleepy. Fluttering her eyelids, she felt an immense weight drag them further and further down with each passing second. The tiring sensations had spread to her limbs and mind as well, putting her in equivalence to a 'rested' state of mind.
"I told you she wouldn't get away." Was all she heard before her world went dark.
She didn't know how long she'd been out for, or what happened while she was unconscious, but she'd been awoken by a white light shining through her eyelids. With a tired grumble, akin to her times of being awoken far too early, Latch tried to raise her hand to shield her eyes from this annoying light. However, all she'd heard was a chafing squeak of something behind her, and a rattle of what sounded like locks... Furthermore, she didn't understand why she couldn't move her arms all of a sudden.
"Hey look, she's finally waking up," she'd heard nearby. This voice sounded different compared to-... They’d caught her. This wasn’t good.
With another groan, Latch forced her eyelids open, catching the glimpse of various lights shutting off throughout the room she was situated in. She'd caught sight of three figures in the room, but other than shapes, she couldn't make out anything more distinguishable than that. Footsteps followed in the wake of the lights shutting off, the three pairs of which, approached and stopped beyond the light’s edge.
“I always did like having to haul in earth ponies like her,” one of them started. “They’re not fast, they’re not too special, but they do have a strong spirit. It makes watching them break all the more satisfying,” the first voice then mocked. She didn’t quite know what he meant by that, but something told her that it wasn’t going to be something she’d enjoy.
"'Ya think we should get started on her then?" Another voice asked.
"We really don't need to do anything for this one compared to the others we picked up. She just needs some 'alone time' and something to distract her," the 'head' of group stated, and the first voice stated. "If you remember, this one's into some interesting things as we were told, so we don't need to do anything too severe in breaking her down... We just have to play it right and keep her happy and docile."
"You know, being sort of blind here doesn't make me deaf. I can still hear you idiots talking about me," Latch said, blinking as she'd tried to get her eyes to adjust to the awkward lighting around her. With another pull at her arms, finding whatever held them to be taut, she huffed. Judging by how they'd been kept behind her, and the slight give that was felt when she bent forward, she was in an arm binder... and her ankles had been belted through the D-ring on the end of it, attaching them to it.
There was a short chuckle from the second of the bunch, one that was heavily exaggerated. "Look at her, she's got a real mouth on her compared to that other tomboy we picked up!"
Other tomboy...? So she wasn't the only one here then. These guys had to be goons of some sort, working for someone. It would sort of explain all the banter she'd heard before and now.
"She'll be using it for something else with a bit of time and training, let's just get her ready and leave her by herself. I need to get home and start cooking for my brother's wedding tomorrow," said the third of the trio.
A shoe stepped into view, and as she was about to get a glimpse of who it was and what was about to happen, she both felt and seen a bit of cloth wrap around her eyes, blindfolding her. She felt several hands explore her body, a few tracing down her body, another to her breasts - one by one - while another had shoved two of their fingers into her vagina, parting her labia for a moment and thrusting them in. She'd grunted, twisting about in her bonds in discontent.
"Real tight this one... She's definitely going to need training," the first of the bunch said.
"Get your fucking hands off me!" Latch yelled, hoping to at least scream the ear off one of them. She heard a wince, as well a sigh. As quickly as she felt proud of at least being a nuisance to one of them, she was swiftly smacked hard across the face, twisting her head with it partially to the side.
Latch had yelped as a result, but it seemed to satisfy the one who she'd screamed at - his fingers long since retreated from her mons. "Keep that mouth shut, or we'll make sure that jaw of yours is going to ache for another three days. Do you understand?" The first of the bunch had held her by the chin, squeezing it to a high level of discomfort.
Latch only grunted in response, tugging her head away. While she'd been focused on this one stallion who'd explored her, she'd caught wind of a set of footsteps approaching. She couldn't tell if it was one of the three with her, or someone new. However, the one who'd held her chin had backed off now, that much was apparent to her.
As she'd come close to retorting back at the first of the three stallions, Latch felt something wet and thick press into her vagina. Her lips parting and giving way, Latch's words died, coming out in the form of a cough and gasp at the same time. She winced, groaning as the toy went deeper and deeper... Eventually pressing against her cervix with a noticeable and uncomfortable bump. With a huff, Latch felt her cheeks turn red as... Whatever they'd stuck in her seemed to not move any further in or out.
Breathing in and out slowly, Latch felt the blindfold unravel around her head, letting her see again and catching only the silhouettes of the three stallions around her. One had a horn glowing with a tangerine color, carrying the blindfold out with it. While she could see no more than just that, Latch looked down at herself, her eyes widening as she gawked at the... Lack of a proper outfit she was wearing.
A harness went between and under her breasts, feeling as through one of the straps were attached to her arm binder behind her. She as well, felt something thick around her neck, loose, but thick enough to be noticeable... She felt a few buckles and a small hook, amounting to the guess she had a collar on. Lastly, she'd noticed the pink toy sticking out partially between her legs, and the black latex stockings that she wore, coming just up to her thighs. She felt quite full with the former hanging out partially from her crotch...
"Like your new outfit?" The second stallion teased, looking to kneel down to her level based on his silhouette. "You're going to be wearing it for a long time now that you're with us, Latch."
And again, they'd didn’t allow her to have the last word as before she could so much as respond, the vibrator had turned on. There was no "low", "medium", or "high" as she quickly figured out. There was only "off" and "on", and "on" was its highest setting. It was almost terrifying how quickly the toy buzzed to life, but that thought was quickly lost beneath how amazing it felt with its fast, and intense vibrations shaking her to the core.
A low moan escaped her as Latch writhed in her bonds. The toy made her shudder and pant, sending a rush of blood to her cheeks and throughout the rest of her body. She was feeling hot, and getting pushed towards an orgasm quickly... Quicker than what she could've ever accomplished by hand or by her own toys.
She heard the second one laugh again, but it was almost indistinguishable beneath Latch's own moans and pants. "She really likes it, and I can't wait to see her once she's finished! She really is going to be fairly easy to break and shape!"
The first of the three spoke once again, chuckling himself. "Let's give her some 'alone time' then. Let her situation sink in... And to give her a taste of what she should expect in her training."
"G-get b-baa- back h-here!" Latch croaked out, her energy and breath more used to display how much she was enjoying it instead. The three however, paid her no heed as they'd opened a door on the far side of the room and left her. With a whine, Latch shivered in place as the toy continued to buzz with obvious intent inside of her.
With their presence now gone, Latch couldn’t hold herself from letting out a very passionate moan to her ordeal. Something like this reminded her of the fantasies she’d had when she was alone, but this… She didn’t want it to happen like this. She wanted to see her friends again and get out of here… She didn’t want to go through this training and be used for whatever they wanted her for.
Gritting her teeth, making a vain effort in restraining herself, Latch felt herself on the verge of an orgasm. She whimpered, looking off to the side as she’d briefly thought to why she - of all ponies in Canterlot - was targeted for this. Those thoughts however, were derailed before she would lament further about her predicament. A mind-numbing orgasm overtook her thoughts, forcing a moan that announced her enjoyment of it, and the shame she’d felt in being bound like this.
Author's Note
Hope you enjoyed reading.
~ Latch
