Twisted: Four Little Foals

--3: Pip and the Monster---

One night, six months ago, Pipsqueak had been walking home from school, just like he always did. He had said goodbye to his friends and taken the fork in the path which led to his house. He was alone, but this was of no concern. Ponyville was one of the safest towns in Equestria. A lonely dirt road through a forested area was as safe as the bustling center of town. Pip walked along happily, just as he had countless times before.

It happened very quickly. There was a rustling in the bushes, and then his world went black.

He woke up blind. He couldn't see, and he couldn't move. There was a blindfold on him and...was he tied to something? A chair? What was going on?

“Hello?” he asked, not sure if anyone was there to hear him. “Where am I? What's going on?”

In response, there was laughter.

It was cruel, mocking. The voice producing it was definitely female, but he couldn't make out anything else about it. Who could it be?

Pip had only heard one other mare laugh like that in his life. Was this some sort of game? Was his favorite princess playing a trick on him?

“Princess Luna?” he asked hopefully. “Is that yo-”

He was silenced by a hard blow across his cheek. The young colt's mouth filled with the metallic taste of his own blood. A moment later he was compelled to spit something out. What was that? It wasn't a tooth, was it?

“I'm sorry, Princess...” he said. “Did I do something wro-”

He heard a whistling sound for a split second before he felt it: a horrible, stinging pain across his chest. It hurt worse than anything he had ever felt. He had never imagined that anything COULD hurt this much.

This wasn't Luna. It couldn't be. She wouldn't do this to him. And whoever had taken him, they weren't playing games. Pip started to cry.

His tears prompted no direct response, but for the next few minutes, he heard someone breathing heavily, and occasionally a soft moan or two. What was going on? Did a monster get him?

“Please...” Pip managed to say between sobs “I wanna go home....I want my mum!”

A wet, soft sensation began traveling its way up his back leg. It worked its way slowly upwards toward his chest. It took Pip a few moments to realize what it was.

Something was licking him. TASTING him.

“Oh no! Oh no no no please! Please don't eat me!” the colt began to thrash about, struggling in his bonds. “I'll taste horrid! Please just let me go!”

The monster, or whatever it was, did not listen. It slowly licked all over his chest, and then began...what was it doing? Those were kisses. It was kissing him.

Whatever this creature was, it was alternately kissing and licking all over his midsection. It still made no sounds aside from the heavily breathing, which seemed to be increasing in speed.

Pip didn't understand. Why would a monster kiss someone?

Still, kisses aren't scary or dangerous. Now that he was fairly sure nothing was going to eat him, Pip had begun to relax a little bit. Whatever this thing was that was playing with him, it didn't seem to want to hurt him. The kisses all over his small body almost felt...good.

Pip was so distracted that he didn't notice exactly where the kisses were leading. Slowly but surely, that strange creature was working its way down his chest, below his belly button, and straight toward his...

“Oh...oh wait, stop!” he said. “My mum says one's allowed to touch me there!”

The day before he had started school, Pipsqueak's mother had sat him down and told him, in her most serious tone of voice, that no one was ever allowed to touch him in the place where he peed from. If anyone ever did, he was supposed to say “no” as firmly as possible, and then tell a grownup.

But there weren't any grownups here. Just Pip, and the monster.

“NO!” Pip said, with as strong and determined a voice as he could muster. “That is my personal area and you do not have my permission to touch me there!” He had learned that speech in school.

The monster began laughing hysterically. This was different from the mocking laughter of earlier. It seemed amused, entertained, but not spiteful.

“Um....I mean it!” said Pip defiantly. “You'd better not...you'd better not do it!”

Pip wasn't quite sure why no one was supposed to touch him there. He could only assume, from the urgency of his mother's warning, that something absolutely terrible would happen. Maybe it would hurt a whole lot. Maybe he'd die? He had no idea. But the monster didn't seem discouraged by his protests.

The laughter subsided, and then Pip began to feel the monster's tongue again. It was on his tummy, and steadily moving downward.

“No, you're not allowed!” said Pip. “I'll tell my mum! Stop right now!”

The monster did not comply. It had made it all the way down to...what had those older colts at school called it? A dick? It had made it all the way down to Pip's dick. Pip braced himself for the coming catastrophe.

The monster kissed Pip right on the tip of his dick. It didn't hurt at all, and nothing bad happened. It was just a little kiss.

In fact, it was a rather nice kiss. Pip sort of wanted the monster to do that again.

Instead, he felt the monster's tongue again, as it began to lick his cock delicately. Why did it feel so good? What was going on? He thought being touched down there was supposed to be bad. But this felt wonderful.

That was when it happened. Pip felt his colthood begin to grow. It had happened a few times before, usually when he had to pee very badly, but never like this. This felt amazing, and it made the monster's licking feel even better. He heard the monster make a pleasant noise as he reached his full size.

For a moment, the monster did nothing. Pip wanted to ask it to please, please keep licking him, but he was scared it would laugh at him again. Then he felt something new. Instead of a tongue, Pip felt what seemed to be warm breath right by his cock. And then...everything around his dick was warm and moist and it felt so, so, SO good! He felt the monster's tongue, but more than that. He was totally engulfed in some wonderful soft place. It took the colt a moment to realize that the monster had put his dick in its mouth, and now it was gently sucking on it. Nothing in the word had ever felt better. Pip began to moan. And then, just as suddenly, the monster stopped.

“No!” he said, without thinking. Well, too late now. “Please...please don't stop...”

And then he heard a voice. It was barely more audible than a whisper, but it was there. Pip did not even stop to contemplate the revelation that monsters could talk. It didn't matter.

“I thought you said I couldn't touch you there...” whispered the monster. Pip did not recognize her voice. “You said it was bad, and that you would tell your mom.”

“It's okay!” said the little colt. “You can touch me there...you can touch me anywhere you want! Anytime you want! Just please, don't stop now!”

“Oh, but I don't want to get in trouble...” came the whisper back. “I'd better just quit now...”

This couldn't happen. Pip had never felt this way before. Ever. His dick felt so good, and it was making his whole body feel good, and somehow he felt that he needed to keep going, he absolutely HAD to keep going because all these good feelings were leading him somewhere important...

“I promise I won't tell my mum!” said Pip, a little desperately. “I won't tell anyone! So please...”

The monster chuckled. “Well, you are a very good little colt,” she said. “And good little colts never, ever break their promises.”

The monster slowly licked Pip's juvenile cock, from the bottom of the shaft to the very tip. The little colt shuddered with pleasure and all-consuming need. “So...” she said “do you promise?”

“I do! I super extra-Pinkie Promise to never, ever tell!” he said. “So please...don't stop!”

Another chuckle, and then the monster had Pip's balls in its mouth. It began to stroke Pip's dick with...were those hooves? Was this a pony? It didn't matter. What mattered was that it felt amazing. The monster licked and kissed Pip's tiny balls while it rubbed his shaft, and then she switched, once again enveloping Pip's dick with its soft mouth while it rubbed his balls.

Pip let out girlish squeals of pleasure throughout the experience. But he felt more than just pleasure. Something was building up inside him. He wasn't sure what, but he felt like things were about to reach some sort of peak. He had no idea what awaited him on the other side of that peak, but he knew he absolutely had to find out...

But then the monster stopped again. She slid his dick out of her mouth, and a moment later was kissing his neck.

“No! You said you'd keep going....”

“And I did” whispered the monster, right into Pip's ear. “But now it's MY turn to feel good...”

Then without warning, the chair Pip had been tied to was kicked away, and he felt himself being lifted in the air. He was still bound, but now was being gently laid on a soft surface -a bed?- and placed on his stomach.

The monster seemed very excited. Her breathing was louder now, and slower. From the sound Pip could tell that she was behind him. She positioned him so his rear was sticking up in the air. Then Pip felt the gentle caress of hooves on his rump.

“Oh, you beautiful little angel...” the monster whispered. “You look so TIGHT...”

Tight? What was she talking about?

Then the soft caresses on his rump ceased, and he felt his tail being lifted up in the air.

“Wh...what are you doing?” asked Pip. Why would she want to touch him there?

“Shhhh, don't worry dear...” said the monster. “I'll try to go slow this first time.”

Something about her tone frightened Pip. “Go slow with what? What's going on?”

Pip squealed with surprise as he felt something softly touching his asshole. It felt...was that plastic? But it also felt warm, like it had been coated in something...

Then he felt the weight of a pony's body on his back. And he heard the voice again, whispering right into his ear.

“Do you know what makes ME feel good?” she said, “Hearing sweet little colts scream.”

And then, pain. A few moments earlier, Pip had felt pleasure beyond anything he had felt before in his life. Now, he was experiencing the exact opposite. The pony on his back was moving rhythmically, and as she did, the plastic thing was ripping its way inside of him. She kept her word and went slow, but this made it even worse. Each agonizing thrust seemed to last an eternity. In his ear, he heard the voice breathing faster and faster...no, it was more like she was panting, like an animal. Between her pants were soft moans and murmurs of pleasure.

Tears welled up in Pip's eyes. He tried desperately to move, but even if he had not been tied up, the size of the larger pony would have held him fast. All he could do was cry and scream as the monster invaded his body.

It hurt so much. He felt as if his entire being was being ripped to pieces. Was he going to die?

Pip's screams were unusually high-pitched for a colt's. They were terrified, sustained shrieks, punctuated by occasional sobs. Each time the monster thrust into him, he lost his voice for a moment as she plowed further inside, ripping another part of him in two. He tried to yell “stop,” but all that came out were more shrieks.

The monster, on the other hand, sounded like she was in ecstasy. She was letting out pleasurable shouts, calling Pip “my sweet boy-whore” and biting him on the back of the neck. Finally, he felt the monster convulse on top of him, letting out a joyous shout as she did. Afterward, her pace began to slow.

It was a small mercy. The more subdued violation was still incredibly painful. Pip had long since stopped shrieking, and instead began to bawl.

“Why...why are you....it hurts...so much....I WANT MY MUUUUUUUM!”

“Shhhhh, there there, my dear,” said the monster, grabbing his hair and lifting him slightly upwards. “Let me make it all better...”

It was then that Pip realized that his cock was still hard. It had been that way the entire time. He had forgotten about it through the pain, but now the monster was rubbing it again, and even in his agony, it still felt wonderful.

The monster said nothing, and continued thrusting into Pip as she rubbed his dick. She worked up a rhythm where the pain and the pleasure alternated at first, then coincided. Pip almost wasn't sure which was which.

But he was sure of one thing: he needed the monster to keep rubbing him. He didn't dare speak to her, and it took everything he had not to begin screaming again. He just concentrated on how good she made his dick feel, and how badly he needed her to keep going....

The pain in his rear seared him, even as the wonderful feeling welling up in his dick continued to grow. She was rubbing him faster, and Pip's whole body felt warmer and warmer. Somehow this made the pain worse, too.

Could one exist without the other? Pip wasn't sure.

Then, it happened. Something welled up inside him, a warm, pleasurable swelling that demanded release. Pip began to moan, as the monster began licking his neck and whispering.

“Yes, yes! Oh, you darling little rape toy, come for me!”

For a second, Pip's mind went blank. He let out a high-pitched squeal.

At the same moment, the monster thrust herself savagely inside him, deeper than she'd ever gone.

The explosion of pain coincided with an equal feeling of incredible pleasure. Pip felt something shoot out of his dick, and then it happened again, and again. Five times in all, and each spurt felt amazing.

Once Pip was able to think again, his mind flooded with questions:

What was happening to him? Was there something wrong with his body? Why did it feel so good? Why did it hurt so much?

Why was he so scared?

“How did that feel?” whispered the monster.

“It hurt...” Pip whimpered. “But....then it felt good...but now it just hurts...I don't know! I don't know if it was good or bad...Is there something wrong with me?”

“Oh yes, Pip...” said the monster. As she spoke, Pip could feel the hard plastic thing exit his body. “I'm afraid you're a very damaged little colt indeed. Feeling good and bad at the same time? That's very strange, dear. Your body isn't normal.”

Pip began to sob. So there was something wrong with him after all. Whatever his body had just done, it made him a freak.

“Why did you do this to me?” asked the scared, confused little colt. “Who are you?”

“Shhh, shhhh, it's okay,” said the monster. “I'm the only one who understands, Pip. The only one who knows how to make you feel good. Without me, you'll never feel that good again. Is that what you want?”

“It...it didn't all feel good...it hurt! It hurt more than anything...”

“Oh no, darling, not more than anything. You haven't even BEGUN to experience the limits of pain. But don't worry...I'm going to show them to you...”

Even though he was blindfolded, Pip shut his eyes tight, as if he could hide himself away from what was going on.

“Oh, don't be scared, darling...” said the monster. “You liked the way you felt just now, didn't you? When that stuff shot out of you. It felt wonderful, didn't it?”

The terrified colt managed a nod.

“You want to feel that way again, don't you?”

“Y...yes...”

“Well, don't worry, dear...” said the monster, “I'll come see you again sometime. And when I do, I'm going to make it hurt so very, very much.”

Pip felt a hoof spreading something sticky all over his chest. It felt warm, but rapidly began to get colder.

“Please, no...” he said softly.

“It's the only way I can make you feel good, darling. And anyway, I'm not giving you a choice. I'm going to come get you again, little Pipsqueak. You won't know when, you won't know where, but I'll come back. And next time...” Pip felt a kiss on his cheek. “Next time I'll show you how mean I can REALLY be.”

Pip began to bawl again, but his cries did not last. All of a sudden, he began to feel incredibly drowsy. At the same time, he heard a strange sound, like an audible shimmer, which reminded him of the noise unicorns made when they did magic.

The next thing he knew, he was on the forest path, exactly where he had been before. It was the middle of the night.

Pip wanted to believe that he had just fallen asleep on that path. He wanted to believe that he'd just had a bad dream, and nothing more. He wanted to believe that so badly.

He spent the next several weeks in a state of constant fear. She could come get him at any time. He was never safe.

So why did part of him want her to come back? Was it because he wanted her to make him feel good again? Had he liked what she'd done to him, deep down? Pip wasn't sure.

He wasn't sure of anything anymore.