Best Of Friends, Worst Of Places

Strange Bedfellows

When I awoke I was very, very close to the other mare. Like, my rear legs are pressing against your rump, close. I wanted to jump back. I didn’t though, I didn’t want to wake her up, besides it was nice. In the poorly lit closet of a room we were in, our coats didn’t even look all that different. Judging from the snores I could hear, she was out like a rock.
I sighed, whatever this day brought us, I didn’t want to lose my first real, whatever she was to me. I think I fell back asleep soon after.

“Wake up cunts!” A loud slaver yelled the moment he entered the room. I pushed away from her and got to my hooves, but he had already seen something suggestive.
“So, ya been together for a night an’ yer already doin’ all that freaky lezzer stuff. Guess Brand was right, livin’ underground makes ya all kind O’ fucked up.” He leered at me and tensed up Icepick, I could see his stallionhood leaving his sheath. I shivered.
“Shut your fucking mouth, you’re dripping pre at the idea. Now what do need us to do?” There was defiance in her voice, she would follow commands but she wouldn’t ‘take their shit’.
“Ha ha, we’ll have a fun time with you… and the little one. In fact, I know somepony who wants a crack at her first. Test the merchandise, ya know… You Rangers all know about merchandise, ya jus’ don’t call it that.” He said with a chuckle. “Fer now you two lezzers are headin’ down to the doc, a lil’ check up. Gotta make sure yer not carrin’.” He turned his body, I felt like trash for being put in this situation. But when I shifted my eyes to the mare next to me, I saw the briefest moment of tension in her body. Her neck muscles pulled out like corded steel, it passed with a long breath.
We followed the stallion into Ponyville, it had a number of repaired buildings and amenities, like water pumps and gardens. The number of stocks lying around and the platform for hangings were disquieting, I feared for the mare beside me. Both for the cost of defiance and the lack of feeling on her face upon seeing the town in all of its institutional depravity.

“How ‘bout I be your tour guide.”, he offered, “It ain’t market day yet so you won’t be seeing any merchandise out and about. Don’t you worry, the two of you are the perfect fit for this place so you’re going to be part of the permanent stock on location if everything checks out. Believe me, stable meat and canned meat are in high demand all year round so customers will be begging for private sessions in no time. Only poultry could possibly hit higher bids but that’s borderline exotic.”
I could figure what he meant by those nicknames and kept quiet.

“By the way, iffin’ ya try to run, our mercenaries will take you down before you get a hoof outside the walls.” He looked at the both of us sternly. Icepick glared at him, I let my eyes touch the ground. Not the best time to try my chances.

“But hey, you jus’ might learn to appreciate our hospitality!”, he added with a chortle. For the record, we did not.

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The doctor's ‘office’ was a pre-war iced cream shop, the rangey exterior was windburnt and covered in a flaking coat of paint. No primer. For the ponies that were illiterate, a majority, there was a mural of four pink butterfly outlined like the clubs on a deck of cards. Said doctor was seated behind a desk, only briefly looking up before huffing and getting up to greet us. “Hi, you can call me Doc, or Ms. Summer. I trust you’ve been filled in on what happens now. How about I start out with you, Miss…?”

She had levitated her clipboard under my chin to make me look her in the eyes. I complied.

“Littlepip.”

The only outward reaction that earned me was a smirk but I could tell she’d have loved to make me elaborate. Instead, she went straight to asking me how many sexual partners I’d had in the past weeks! In a friendly tone and all, but in front of everybody else, including my captors, who, upon glancing at them, wore the biggest shit-eating grins I’d ever seen, one of them waving a hoof slightly and mouthing “go on!”. My attention was snapped back to her by two light slaps to my left cheek and the sound of her clearing her throat. I faced her once again and she merely motioned over to a padded bench and asked me to straddle it. I looked at the other mare and she just nodded and kept a firm expression, as if telling me to stay strong. I gulped and made my way over to this bench, lining my body up over it, then lowered myself on it.
I felt the cold metal against my hind legs, with a practiced movement Summer locked a set of cuffs around my hinds. I couldn’t help but keep my tail thrust between my legs. The arms scissored outward, and I felt my legs open in a very artificial manner.
I turned my head and immediately regretted my decision, everyone in the room Icepick excluded were staring back there.
“Littlepip, this entire process will go much faster if you lift your tail up.” Summers said again, in her sweet voice. Damnit, a cute mare is mewling at me to open my legs… why did it have to happen here. I set out to imagine a lovely evening with a mare-
“Thank you Littlepip,” She sang at me liltingly, before pulling the end of my tail into a side restraint. I tried to jerk it back down, only for a stallion behind me to laugh.
“Yer locked in missy,” he said with a husky voice.
“Let me get my tools out,” Summers said before backing towards a counter that had once been used to hold mixing machines and measuring cups. I felt trapped, I was trapped I reminded myself. My lips felt cold and dry, but it wasn’t hindering the stallions behind me. The sounds of lewd acts done by them, and ones they wanted to do to me made the room feel colder. I felt something brush against my mane, and sure enough, she floated a speculum up right in front of my face.
“You old enough to know what this is, sweetie?”

I felt my cheeks blushing and simply nodded.
“Good, then you know where this trusty tool is headed next.”

With that, I felt her magic tugging at my nethers, pulling my labia apart (earning her a bunch of “ooooh”s in unison from our rapt male audience) and beginning to insert… it… up there. I squirmed at the feeling of cold metal entering me, and, against all my expectations, felt her pull it out again.

“Oh honey, too cold for you?”, she cooed as she sauntered up in front of me to stroke my chin, “Don’t worry, mommy Summer will warm it up nicely for her little filly! Hang in there!”
And with that, she was off somewhere else in the building. For all of five seconds after the door closed behind her, there was dead silence. Then I could hear the telltale sounds of careful, deliberate hoof falls as the stallions tried to sneak up closer, whispering and giggling in impish glee at my predicament and their luck. They were right behind me now, each daring the other to go ahead and touch it- touch me there. Being completely at their mercy, I didn’t dare make a noise. Sure enough, I felt a shaky hoof timidly stroke my folds, before he noticeably gained confidence and began rhythmically running his hoof up and down my slit. To him, it must’ve been exhilarating enjoying the rush of not being caught and of exploring my barely-touched slit. In a coup de grace, he shoved his muzzle down before running it down my virgin slit. I strained my tail, to push him out of the way. But, after just that lick he backed away like a foal that just said a dirty word and got away with it.
The door slid open and my salvation arrived, though the feeling of being spread open once again killed most of the good feelings.
“Ah, I see our little mare has gotten a little wet. Now, filly, this is a medical examination not a spot of fun, but speaking of which.” She paused to give my nethers a good long look and a through feeling poke with a small metal rod. “So, your hymen is intact, are you one of the lucky mares where it spreads to the side?” She mused aloud, to the delight of the stallions in the room, especially the one who had put moisture there.
The worst part was-Luna’s horn spear my ass-I was beginning to feel a little arousal. Maybe, being examined by an attractive mare was my weakness.
“Littlepip, how sexually active have you been in the past?” She asked while poking at my cervix.
“Uhm, not very active…” I choked out in a small voice. On impulse I opened my eyes and saw that Icepick had taken to leaning against a table in front of me. She had a sad, but sympathetic look on her muzzle.
“So, one stallion partner?” The doctor asked, while unknowingly pushing warm breath against my over sensitive folds.
“No.” As I said that a stallion in the room whooped, and another grumbled before passing, bottlecaps(?), to the whooping stallion.
She paused for a while, pushing and prodding my folds apart wordlessly before just uttering a deadpan “I see”. Keeping up this treatment, and keeping quiet enough for me to hear the stallions’ heavy breathing and mumbling, she seemed content to insert that rod into me again and poke around rather uncomfortably for me.

“Looks like it doesn’t… Well, guess you’ll have your first time in here, then-”

She was interrupted by the stallions’ cheers.

“Here being, this village, not my office. I don’t want to clean up blood, it’s a hassle to clean it, you understand right? And every bit as unsanitary.” She had rested a hoof on my head and played with my mane as she said this. Once again I blushed away.

“Sorry hun, I’m taken and I’m afraid it’s just your luck you weren’t captured by a team of mares. But we all learn to adapt to survive, no?”
My cellmate perked up at this, though out of surprise, rather than any kind of joy, and stared at me. Maybe she was thinking about our, err, morning poses?
“Just let me have one last look at your cervix and we should be done here for now. You’re clean and pure as can be so far, and no injuries whatsoever from masturbation with objects as would be expected of your type, either. No worries, I’ll be careful with this next bit to keep it that way. Wouldn’t want to ruin your first time!”
In went the speculum, deep inside me to the hilt, then spreading me open for her to peer inside me.

“You seem perfectly healthy, and if you asked anyone around here, perfectly prepared for action as far as they’re concerned. Now how about you, big gal?”
With that, she undid my restraints, and a slight slap on my rump served to motivate me to get off the bench.
I moved off of it with a lunge, my tail pulled down as quickly as equinely possible.
I put myself as far from the door as possible. I had no notion of escape now, only the instincts that told me to avoid these stallions.

“As long as you’re not gonna get too feely down there, I’m game.” Icepick told her with a sigh. She sauntered over, basically dragging her hooves. She mounted the table with a slight aplomb, shoving her tail aside and letting it lie over the tail clip, she let out a snort of indignation, like she was in sort of hurry.

“Ah, a mare who knows how valuable my time is, I like that in a pony.” Summers laughed in her sickly sweet way.

“Chuckles, do your damn job,” Icepick said in a low voice. And as the doctor spread her legs with the restrains I had an odd impulse. I wanted to see my ‘roommate’s’ filly bits. Even the thought of staring at them brought heat to my face. After a second of thought I realized that would be just as bad as what the stallions had done to me, even if I didn’t physically molest her. But as I thought things over, or as some people would say, rationalized, I would be seeing them soon, in more terrible circumstances…

I walked over and hoped that she wouldn’t look at me, or that the stallions would cheer the little gay mare on. Whatever, this place was, it was basically a village wide arousal talisman. Huh, I guess I just wanted a glimpse of something, pleasant before my impending rape(s). It didn’t cross my mind how close that idea was to a set of raiders or the slavers I had just been violated by.

Icepick had been spread open, her labia were of a pretty normal size, smaller than mine proportionally… they were really good looking. That’s what did it, full blown arousal happened then, looking at a mare’s nethers with a fellow audience of rapist slavers. Other than a failing some kind of ethics test, I listened to her spate of questions.

“Icepick, how sexually active have you been in the past,” Summers asked her in that same sympathetic, yet clinical tone, but there seemed to be no edge to it. There wasn’t a gimmick here, there was just an interaction between two individuals from groups in conflict. As I watched Icepick respond, I couldn’t help but feel smaller than I normally did. I had left the stable all alone, and now I was perving on my one positive acquaintance. Guiltily, I shuffled back to the other side of the room.

“Every other day or so, when I had a partner or set of them. This isn’t to say that we weren’t away from one another or anything. Just, that when I was in a relationship, we rutted a lot.” She told the room this in a matter of fact way, it was vague, yet the idea of speaking this kind of information in any kind of mixed company was anathema. Losing myself for a moment, my mouth gaped open. The stallion that had, licked me, he gave me a longing glance as I did that. My mouth closed like a bear trap. That was not a welcome mental image. But it sure got him tittering and exchanging knowing looks with his buddies. I was almost grateful for this distracting me from Icepick. Still felt like a sick creep for giving in to that. Like a stain that wouldn’t come off. I hoped she wouldn’t make my life here even worse for that.

“Something the matter back there?”, that voice snapped all of us out of our moment. Summers had interrupted her work to crane her neck back at us, evenly staring at me in particular before returning to her far more serious, far more methodical check up on Icepick.

“Well, you’re healthy and in good enough shape, considering. Alright boys, looks like you get to pat yourselves on the back for two good catches this time.”

With that, she rather unceremoniously undid Icepick’s restraints and, with a nod to one of the stallions who handed her some of those bottlecaps, showed us the door. What was it with collecting and trading those? A quirky little thing around here to avoid using real bits?

At that they led us back to our cell in silence, as we passed by the entrance another set of slavers and slaves were waiting their turn with the doctor. The stallion that had woken us up was also the one to lock the door, and with that we were effectively to ourselves.
“So, you’re not really into stallions?” Icepick asked me neutrally, before laying down on the pile of hay. I blanched at her question.
“I’ve never really had to choose, I mean, I kinda left my stable looking for a mare-”
“So, you like mares, I know a lot of mares that like mares, but none of them are completely totally against dick.” I let her words flow through my head. Males had always seemed odd to me, I could work with them, but I could never get behind them like I had seen other fillies do. Something about the folds of a mare, or their smell… I didn’t want to think thoughts like this right now. With a mare who’s bits had been exposed to my view less than ten minutes ago; after feeling that ‘doctors’ breath and instruments on my slit.

“I looked at some magazines that had both sets of parts. I just kept my eyes on the mares,” I told her earnestly. She seemed to soften.

“Okay, so you’ve never wanted to sleep with a stallion or want anything to do with him?”

“I’ve only really wanted one pony.” I only understood how pathetic it sounded as it left my mouth. She just looked at me. Before yawning.

“Well, when we get out, you’ll have a chance to expand your horizon. For now I’d recommend getting some rest, and maybe getting used to the idea of dick.” She said that last line with a starkness she didn’t even seem comfortable with. I passed out with my head leaning against the wall.

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Our delightful jailer woke us up once more, we had only been out for an hour or so, and we were starving. He opened the door and passed us a bowl of soup and four bread crusts. We just stared at him. He didn’t leave, he stepped into the cramped room. The door shut with a push from a back leg.

“I gotta deal for ya, I could get ya’ll some more foodies if ya help me out down there.” He pointed with a hoof at his half hardened dick. This slaver looked to be about thirty with a mane that was receding, he was just about average size. Something about his damaged teeth and speech repulsed me. Not that I wasn’t repulsed by the offer itself.

“We’ll think about it,” Icepick said with a definitive air. She picked up a bread crust and proceeded to pop it in her mouth.

“Jus’ rememba, I control the food, I can make life harder for ya…” He said with an air of petty authority, the kind of person who really shouldn’t have it. But, he left just as quickly as he had entered.

We took turns draining the soup and we eat got a bread crust, this food was going to starve us, even if we ate it three times a day. She needed more calories than me at base, and I didn’t want to see her starving.

“Do you think it’s worth it?” I asked her in a halting voice.
“Well, once we start giving it up for free here, it can’t end well.”

“We’re already going to be raped daily, what does it matter?” I asked rhetorically, I was more interested in her answer than anything else.
“I’m not going to become one of the mares that lives here that adapts, becomes one of the ponies that get pulled out of these places. Fucking shells.”
“If it keeps us fed?” I asked as I cleaned my teeth of bread with my tongue.
“Don’t expect me to do this for you, alright?” She said with finality as she licked the bowl clean.