Crimson's Cutie Mark

Hayscartes wasn’t after what Crimson thought. He never touched her or gazed at her plot when she faced away, something even strangers did occasionally.

For the next few months, Crimson spent daily time at Hayscartes’ home, both learning and assisting him in experiments. He often mistook her promptness for an eagerness to learn, but she was simply happy to get out of her home. Hayscartes was the first stallion she knew who didn’t hurt her.

Her father would ask what she did there. Crimson showed him, but soon reached a point where he couldn’t understand her explanation. No matter how genius she was at Hayscartes new methods, she was useless at every branch of magic that mattered.

One day she arrived home to find her parents waiting for her as they often did. Crimson hoped her father Gorat was as tired as she was. Maybe he’d let her sleep unmolested.

No such luck. She found Gorat sprawled on the couch as she entered the living room area. He stroked his shaft as he watched White Heart get plowed from behind by one of his friends.

Gorat’s white coat and red mane matched Crimson’s, only his green eyes setting him apart. That was too bad because it prevented her from fantasizing that he wasn’t her real father. Her big brother Dio favored their grandparents, and her little sister Rym Waggles favored their mother only. Crimson envied Rym for that.

One would expect Gorat to be submissive from his physical appearance. The earth pony had a lithe feminine form, enough that one could mistake him for a mare from many angles. Most assumed Gorat’s cutie mark, a heart bound in ropes, meant his talent was sexual submission. It was easy to assume since his job at The Fetish House involved just that.

Many mares loved objectifying stallions, so he had no shortage of earnings from said employment. The bigger advantage though was hiding what he did in private.

Crimson’s unicorn mother occupied the floor in front of the couch, face pressed against the carpet and plot in the air as Gorat’s friend plowed her. Her coat was grayer than Crimson’s, and mane pinker, though her rose eyes were a perfect match. Her cutie mark, a quill dipped in black ink, signified her talent for writing. She hadn’t written in a long time and most ponies on the outside assumed she retired. In reality, Gorat broke her mind until she wasn’t fit for writing.

White Heart’s mane was frazzled, which was normal even when she wasn’t getting bucked. She wasn’t far removed from a house pet now, even wearing a collar with a heart-shaped doggie tag reading ‘Worthless’. She smelled like she hadn’t showered in a while which wasn’t surprising given how little she took care of herself.

Crimson recognized the friend bucking her mother as Rainbow Swoop, a pegasus and one of several foalaphiles that Gorat invited at times to aid in her molestation. This one had a blue coat and eyes with a black mane. His rainbow cutie mark looked bright and happy even as he raped a mare for her husband’s amusement. He was only keeping his dick warm until Crimson got here, because when he saw her, he pushed White Heart away. He grinned at Crimson as his wings stiffened.

“There’s my little slut princess,” Gorat purred, motioning for Crimson to approach.

“You know I’ve never had your brat’s tail hole before,” Rainbow commented. “Mind if I have a go?”

Crimson slid her saddle bags off, leaving them at the door, and trotted to her father. She ignored Rainbow licking his lips as she passed him.

“She looks really tired,” whispered White Heart.

Gorat cut off any further words from her though by slamming a hoof against her horn.

“Why would I buck your worthless sagging pussy when I have Crimson’s tight cunt to plow?” Gorat reprimanded White Heart, his ego twisting the plea’s meaning. “I’ll buck you again if I decide I want another brat before my favorite pint-sized pussy is old enough to impregnate.” He then added in a friendly demeanor to Rainbow. “Sure, bud. We’ll do her together. Nothing like stress-testing an underage body.”

Crimson stepped between Gorat’s hoof and White Heart’s head before he hit White Heart again. He stopped and smiled as he moved his hoof to slide down to Crimson’s flank instead, pushing it under her tail to rub at her slit. He leaned forward for a kiss, and she returned it, playing her tongue against his. She gave him her best bedroom eyes, despite being tired. Once Crimson would have blushed head to hoof, but now she buried her shame deep inside instead. The sooner she got these assholes off, the sooner she could sleep.

“That’s Daddy’s little slut princess,” Gorat purred after the kiss. “Always wanting Daddy’s cock inside you, but first you need to get us ready.”

Gorat sat up on his haunches and spread his hind legs as he pushed Crimson’s head down with one hoof. He was already hard, but Crimson had never seen him at less than half-staff, even in public. It was expected of somepony in his line of work. That didn’t keep him from wanting to feel a tiny tongue against his rod though.

As she did, Rainbow mounted her. He let his rock-hard shaft plop against her fuzzy behind where he ground himself against her plot, then slipped beneath to slide between her legs. She closed her legs to make it tight, shaft rubbing against her nipples and slit as he moved.

Crimson ran her tongue down Gorat’s shaft first, fondling his fleshy orbs and slurping first one and then the other. She couldn’t fit them in her muzzle, but left them glistening with saliva before moving on to his shaft. He had just gotten off work, so he tasted like the last mare to ride him. It did well to hide his own musky smell. It wasn’t that he stank, but her brain long ago associated his scent with suffering.

“Aren’t you a precious little cock sucker? I think I might miss you a little when you’re gone,” Gorat said. “Has the professor made a move on you? Have you been flashing him the goods?”

“Whenever I can,” Crimson said between long licks as she worked up his shaft. “He doesn’t notice.”

“What an insane old geezer,” Gorat said. He slid both hooves to massage her blank flanks. “That’s it. Daddy loves how you move your tongue.”

Crimson stroked his length with both forelegs as her muzzle settled at his tip. She opened wide, forcing his tip in as far as she could as she danced her tongue around it. Gorat shivered as she forced him deep enough to swallow against his tip.

“You,” Gorat panted to White Heart. “Get Rainbow ready, and I better see you enjoying yourself.”

“Of course,” White Heart said, unenthused but licking her lips.

Her mother grasped Rainbow’s flanks, slurping his balls. He pulled back from Crimson for long enough for her to give his shaft a nice glistening coat of saliva. Disgust covered her face as she licked the taste of her own ass from the shaft, hiding it with an unconvincing smile as she slurped.

Crimson glanced at White Heart, and their eyes met for a moment. White Heart’s eyes were often apologetic when Crimson was looking but Gorat wasn’t, but Crimson would never forgive her for bringing her into a world like this.

Gorat’s grin became sadistic, and Crimson tensed as he put both his front hooves to the back of her head. She knew what was next.

He rammed his tip past her throat. Her neck swelled with his girth as she gagged on him, tears forming in her eyes. She pushed against him with her hooves, trying to breathe, but he didn’t stop until her nose pressed against his belly, balls deep in her muzzle. He thrust with long strokes, but never far back enough for her to draw breath.

“That’s it,” Gorat moaned. “Struggle for Daddy; you deserve this. Your tongue-work doesn’t make up for you being an insufferable brat, does it?” He added in his friendly voice. “Pound her tailhole, dude. Hurt her as much as you want.”

“Right on!” Rainbow grinned.

Rainbow stood on his hind hooves on the floor as he grasped Crimson’s writhing body. His blunt tip pressed against her behind before forcing its way into her. He’d only done Crimson a few times, but she could tell by his practiced technique he was no stranger to boning foals. Her pelvis ached as the waves of agony funneled through her, her gut swelling as much as her neck had.

“Oh my Celestia, how does she stay so tight?” Rainbow groaned.

“Some potions I buy,” grunted Gorat. “They’re great, they heal her enough to tighten up and look normal, but do nothing for pain. I’ll show you where I get them.”

“Cool, thanks man!” Rainbow nodded between grunts.

Thanks to that potion, every single time they raped Crimson, it hurt as much as her first time. Gorat wanted it to never get easier; he loved the power trip of making a helpless filly suffer.

Crimson heard her mother squeak in distress at seeing him treat her like that, but she said nothing yet. More often than not, defending Crimson increased the likelihood of him hurting her.

“You look like me, but you take after your mother,” Gorat told Crimson as he held her head in both hooves and enjoyed her convulsing through against his shaft. “You’re worthless just like her. Dio and Rym both show promise with mechanical shit, but what are you good at? Some obscure magic that nopony will ever use! Even if they did, that professor will get the profits. I think I’ll let you choke to death right now. Rym’s almost old enough to replace you.”

“Are you seriously going to kill her?” Rainbow grunted, but didn’t stop pounding Crimson’s behind, balls bouncing against her pussy as he impaled her asshole.

“Don’t worry, bro, it’s just like I said,” Gorat said. “I’ll let you buck her younger sister instead. Besides, you like new things right. Ever bucked foal-corpse?”

“I do like new things!” nodded Rainbow. “And no, I haven’t; the only corpse I ever bucked was my ex-wife’s.”

“Sweetheart,” White Heart raised her voice more than usual. “You said you wanted to impregnate her. She should get her cutie mark soon and...”

“I said I wanted to impregnate my favorite pint-sized pussy,” scoffed Gorat. “What makes you think I meant this stupid cunt?”

Crimson panicked as dizziness overtook her. She lashed out all four legs, hind legs flailing around Rainbow’s hips as he continued to plow her. Gorat groaned at the resistance and rammed harder, balls bouncing against her chin as her face turned blue and purple, jaw aching. Soon her oxygen-starved muscles gave out, and she fell limp, eyes rolling back.

“Gonna bone a dead foal!” groaned Rainbow. “Just look at how terrified she is. This is so hot!”

By Celestia’s flaming piss flaps, where did her dad even find friends like this?

White Heart overcame her own broken mind enough to grab for Crimson and try to pull her away from the stallions. A few strikes to the horn later though, she sprawled on the floor unable to stand from the head pounding.

“Please don’t,” White Heart begged weakly, tears streaming down her face.

Rainbow shivered, hosing down her convulsing insides with thick spunk. He couldn’t expel as much as a professional like Gorat, but her gut swelled before the excess sprayed out from the tight, bleeding orifice. Even as he ceased thrusting, he kept himself deep within her, grinning and waiting to feel her death spasms around his shaft.

With her life, she should have welcomed death, but it terrified her more than anything. Many ponies believed in an afterlife, but Crimson believed in nothing, and ceasing to exist was more horrifying than any hell.

It surprised Crimson when Gorat yanked her head off his shaft. Crimson heaved a large breath, but only breathed in thick ropes of sperm as he blew his load all over her face. It burned at her tear-stained eyes as she vomited what she had breathed in and tried to get air. Her whole face dripped with the geyser that had erupted on it.

“Aw, dude,” Rainbow groaned. “You got my hopes up.”

“No worries,” Gorat said. “I want her pussy again while she’s warm, but you can buck her again when she’s cold.” His voice became serious, and he looked down at Crimson. “Do you think you deserved for me to stop?”

“No,” coughed Crimson, not daring to say otherwise.

Gorat forced a potion to her muzzle, shoving the bottle tip into her throat, pouring it in so she couldn’t spit. The bleeding stopped and her tailhole tightened. It would have returned to normal, except Rainbow was still inside her. He groaned and rolled his eyes back at the fleshy vicegrip.

Her father gave her no time to recover. He pulled her into his lap and pushed his tip against her tight cunny. She tried to spread her legs, but her limbs weren’t responding again yet. She could only cry as he forced her wide open, tight lips gliding over every ridge and vein on his shaft as he forced himself deep.

“That was scary wasn’t it,” Gorat smiled. “I know nothing scares you more than dying.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Crimson stammered between clenched teeth.

The two stallions pinned her between them and they didn’t even have the decency to thrust in one at a time. Instead they rammed in together, making her feel like she’d split in half up the middle. She shrieked as loud as she could as she experienced new levels of agony, body swelling in grotesque manners. The stallions only rolled their eyes back at the sweet sound of her torment.

White Heart cried too, a look of horror on her frazzled face at what almost happened, or might still happen. She wanted to comfort Crimson, but didn’t dare with Gorat present.

“I’m still snuffing you,” Gorat growled. “As soon as I blow one last load into your warm body, I’ll snap your neck.” He reached forelegs around her neck, squeezing until she could barely breathe. “I’ll preserve you and give you to your brother as a sex toy. Unless… you give me a reason not to.”

“You can do it,” White Heart whispered. “Please do it.”

Rainbow voted for her not to do it via biting down on her horn and twisting it. Unicorn horns were sensitive, but the pain didn’t register beneath the ocean already there. Together they moved her whole body up and down around his shaft like she was nothing but a fleshlight. Gorat’s shaft rammed through her scarred cervix, smashing the back of her womb and stretching it until she thought he might break through into her gut. Meanwhile Rainbow’s had stretched far more of her intestines into a straight line than should be; she wondered if he hadn’t already rammed through the wall of her bowels.

“Hayscartes hasn’t told anypony,” gasped Crimson. “About the research. He wants it to be a surprise when he finishes, so I’m the only one that knows about it. If he died, I could steal the research as my own. We’d get all the profits from it.”

“Sweetheart?” asked White Heart. “I’m sorry for speaking out of turn, but if I may… Hayscartes is almost sixty, and is just developing this technique. Crimson isn’t even ten, and she’s almost as good as him at it. She could pull off it being her own research and…” She stopped and ducked when Gorat glared at her.

But Gorat paused all the same, surprised at the compelling answer. Was it was compelling enough to top his desire to murder her tonight? He soon slammed into Crimson again, not responding to the idea yet. She felt the familiar pre-cum throb of the shaft that impaled her and tried her best to squeeze and massage him in her already over-stuffed foal hole.

She tried her best to squeeze at Rainbow too, but her anal ring was torn beyond flexing. Blood poured down his swinging balls as he continued to pound her. She vomited from the trauma, but clenched her muzzle shut lest she throw up on Gorat and anger him. Instead, she forced herself to swallow it until it stayed in her stomach.

Her belly swelled, filled with throbbing aches as both came a second time. Rainbow’s load was lesser, but Gorat’s was as big as his first thanks to the magical drugs he took for his job. She felt close to exploding before it overflowed the tight penetration points and spilled onto the couch and floor, a puddle of white with red swirls decorating it.

Gorat pulled her off the shafts, more gunk spilling onto the floor, then tossed her onto the floor like a used condom. Moving was agony, but did her best to lap up the her-flavored semen, like she knew her daddy liked.

“Sorry, Rainbow,” Gorat groaned. “We’ll try to find us another filly to murder and corpse-buck.”

“Eh, no problem,” Rainbow shrugged, coming down from his own rape-high. “It’s your brat to kill or not.”

He pulled her head back up by her mane, pushing another vial to her lips. She guzzled it, terrified that her guts would spill out through her gaping holes if she didn’t. The pain didn’t leave, but at least she stopped bleeding, her slit and tailhole returning to a state where she could go into public without ponies getting suspicious.

“Go buck your brother, he’s had a hard day,” Gorat told her. “I’ll think about what you said while I punish your bitch of a mother. We’ll decide if I kill you when Dio finishes.”

“Yes Daddy,” Crimson’s voice was scratchy as she gagged again, drooling more of his spunk.

Crimson forced herself to stand, legs wobbling as she staggered across the living room. A trail of white and red drooled from her thighs to her hooves, dribbling onto the floor. She collapsed half way, dragging her limp hind legs with her front as she continued.

She heard her mother’s audible sigh of relief behind her, but knew Gorat would punish her mother’s efforts. Crimson appreciated it, but would appreciate it more if she’d stood up to him when he first raped her.

Her brother Dio was an earth pony, the most average-looking in their family with a brown coat and darker brown mane, though his purple eyes added color. His cutie mark was a gear warped into a phallic shape. It suited him since his talent involved making sex toys and ‘sex machines’, and he’d tested plenty of them on Crimson. Dio claimed ponies liked being restrained in them, but Crimson figured they were more likely used for torture.

Gorat raped Dio sometimes as a show of dominance, but most often encouraged Dio to help him molest Crimson and Rym. Dio was gentler than Gorat, even apologetic, not that ‘gentler than Gorat’ was a high standard. Crimson found him sprawled on his back in bed, their little sister Rym Waggles rubbing her hooves along his schlong as she lapped at the tip.

Rym had a gray coat like their mother’s, but light blue mane and eyes that matched none of her family, including grandparents. Crimson wondered if White Heart had banged another stallion to make Rym, not that it mattered. White Heart was lucky that Gorat’s ego wouldn’t let him consider that she would dare cheat on him.

At least Dio had the decency to have one hoof beneath her bottom to rub at her little slit. Rym was still virgin there, but not for long. Her seventh birthday was soon, and if it was anything like Crimson’s seventh birthday party, that’s when she would lose it. Crimson lost hers while face-down in her own birthday cake. She remembered how much the candles burned even if it was nothing compared to the other pains.

“Dad sent me,” Crimson said without further greeting. She staggered into the room and climbed onto the bed, collapsing.

“Oh um, I guess you can go Rym, unless you want to watch,” Dio said, smacking Rym’s bottom.

“Sleepy,” Rym said. She got more withdrawn as her seventh birthday approached. She saw what they did to Crimson and knew it would start for her soon.

“You okay?” Dio asked. “Horny?”

“Do I bucking look horny?” Crimson asked as she slid into the place where Rym had been. She slipped the somewhat smaller shaft into her muzzle and swallowed against the tip, despite how much her throat hurt.

“Sorry,” Dio said. “But you know if I don’t buck you, he’ll just do worse to you.”

Crimson didn’t answer. Dio’s apologies never stopped him from enjoying her. He only gave her a few seconds to drool her father’s cum onto his dick before tugging her atop him to straddle his belly.

“Dad’s gonna kill me,” Crimson said as if commenting on the weather.

“What did you do?” Dio asked. He grasped her hips, pulling her into position and pushing her down on his cock. He groaned and rolled his eyes back as his sister’s warmth spread over him. “Your pussy is like a warm glove every time.”

“Not figuratively,” Crimson said, propping her front hooves on his chest and rolling her hips against him, pushing him in and out. The room filled with the lewd squish of incestuous bellies slapping together with each bounce. “Soon as you’re done with me, he says he’ll kill me and preserve my corpse. He’ll give me to you like a sex toy.”

“Already? Awesome!” Dio’s eyes lit up, then he backtracked. “I mean, that’s awful sis.” He couldn’t hide that his cock throbbed with excitement inside her. She knew he’d helped their dad with murders, but didn’t realize Dio had gotten that into it already. From the sound of it, Dio already knew it would be soon.

“I will die hating you all,” Crimson growled even while squeezing and massaging his shaft inside her.

“Oh, okay,” Dio nodded, then smacked her behind. “Well, glad to feel your pussy one more time while it’s warm. I wonder if dad will let me buck you as you die like he did that one mare; the way she felt during her death throes was incredible! Rainbow Swoop is here right? Maybe we could all three buck you.”

“You could at least pretend to be angry,” Crimson choked on a sob, but raised up her rump up and down, still rolling her hips with practiced strokes. She clenched her teeth from the pain still there, everything aflame with agony.

“Crimmy, you know I love you, you’re my sister,” Dio panted. “But you know how worthless you are, so this had to happen sooner or later. I didn’t expect it until Rym’s seventh birthday party so she could replace you, but I’m not complaining either. Maybe this way I’ll get Rym’s pussy earlier too.”

“You’ll really enjoy it?” asked Crimson. She shivered with anger and fear, but there was no way out. So she continued her movements, pushing up and down on her brother’s dick. Her cunt honey formed a damp puddle on his belly as she bounced.

“Sis, I am gonna cum so hard as you die, whether or not inside you,” panted Dio. He shivered just thinking about it and grasped her hips hard to yank her down onto his shaft. He creamed, though a colt’s wad wasn’t so hard to take. “Damn sis, you made me go off early.”

“Crimson?” Gorat’s voice came from the bedroom door. Who knew how long he was there letting his precious son finish in his worthless daughter before disturbing him.

“Is it time, Dad?” asked Dio, breathless.

“Sorry, son,” Gorat smirked. “Crimson, I’m giving you a chance to be worth something. You do everything I tell you, because if you slip up just once, I’ll make you a preserved corpse for the collection. Understand?”

“Aw,” Dio groaned, but didn’t dare complain too much at their father’s decision.

“Crystal clear,” Crimson said.

Bucking stallions. She would cooperate for now, but she would do it for her own reasons.