Hey Mister, Wanna Hear My Cutie Mark Story?
Hello. Nice to meet you. I'm sorry. I don't remember what my name is. It was one of the things I traded her for my cutie mark. My cutie mark? Sure, take a look! Isn't it beautiful? What was that? Sure! I'd love to tell you. But maybe you want to sit down first. It's a long story. Would you like some tea?
I was the last in my class to get a cutie mark. In fact, we had all graduated from Ponyville Elementary at that point. I didn't have a special talent still, and it was painful the way everypony looked at me. When I was a little colt in school, being a blank flank meant that you were the target of bullies. It meant stolen lunches or bucks in the flank every recess, and not having many friends. But once you are no longer in school not having a cutie mark meant that you were looked down upon by everypony. The stares were agonizing; the entirety of Ponyville looked down at me (though I was almost the same height as a full grown stallion) whenever I walked through its streets. The mayor once scoffed at me as one of the reasons that Fillydelphia was voted "best place to live in Equestria" last year. My parents barely tolerated me in the house as I did odd jobs that nopony else wanted to do. I was a welfare case, a pony who didn't have any skills, talents, or hope. And the more I despaired, the more others hated me, the less I wanted to leave my room to search for my special talent like I did when I was younger.
One day, I think it was a year after we all left school, I saw a copy of Foal Free Press lying on the floor in the park where I worked. Mechanically, I picked it up with my mouth---though it's a dirty job I am glad that unicorns were too proud to work trash duty so I could make some extra money on weekends---but I decided not to toss it away. Maybe it was the memories of reading the school newspaper with my few friends years ago locked deep in my brain, but something wanted me to open that newspaper. So I moved into the cover of trees (in case my boss walked by), sat down, and read.
For a few minutes the Foal Free Press brought me back to my carefree youth where being a blank flank meant that I was full of potential, and not that I was a useless waste of space. Stories of birthday parties and lost cats made me smile again. That was short lived. On page six was a story about how a little filly half my age got a cutie mark just two days ago. I buried my head in my hooves and started crying. "Blank Flank!", I heard her say as she did all those years since she got her cutie mark. Then I realized that it wasn't her voice. It was actually two large words printed in the newspaper. "Blank Flank!", it read, with some smaller letters underneath. "Probably just another mean little colt sneaking insults into the paper", I thought, but curiosity got the best of me. I quickly dried my tears and read the advertisement in full.
"Blank Flank! Yeah! That's you! Still don't have your cutie mark? We can give you one! Fee negotiable. Write us now!"
In hindsight, it was a great idea. It worked and as you can see I absolutely love my cutie mark. But on that night when I left home with my meager life savings to meet a mysterious pony who promised me a cutie mark I wasn't so sure. Even though I didn't have much money it was all the money I had. On the way to the meeting spot I told myself that I wouldn't need any money saved up once I got a cutie mark since I could get a great job doing, well, whatever it is my special talent will be. Every few steps I repeated "it's going to be all right" to myself so I wouldn't turn and run back home. The fact that the meeting spot was so close to the Everfree Forest didn't help. Then again, where else would forbidden unicorn rituals (or whatever it was that my benefactor did to give out cutie marks) take place?
When I got to the address mentioned in the letter I found that it was merely a medium sized, windowless shed. I had expected a cabin where a lone unicorn sage lived, or at least something more... ceremonial. Yet I was there already and there was no turning back, so I knocked. The door squeaked open after a few seconds. And eerily familiar voice whispered, "come in and take a seat". I trotted carefully into the dark shed, barely able to see my own snout, when suddenly the door slammed shut and I heard bolts across the door fasten. They just didn't want the Royal Guard finding out, that's what I told myself. Truth is I was shaking almost violently.
I didn't have much time to be afraid when a light came up to the right of me. It shone directly on to a rather elegant and out of place sofa on the other side of the room. There's where I should sit, I thought, and trotted slowly towards the mysteriously inviting couch. Every step of the way I thought I would trip over the bones of other blank flanks who had fallen into this trap, but the room was strangely empty, and cold. "Hurry up," the voice said in an agitated tone. Afraid of my life I almost broke into a small gallop and landed clumsily on the sofa.
"So, Blank Flank, brought the payment?"
At that very instant chills ran down my entire body. Until then I wasn't sure about the voice, but hearing it say "blank flank" confirmed it. She was the only one who could say it in a way that froze me to the very bones. Why did it have to be her, I thought, why couldn't it be a pony-eating monster from the Forest?
"I said, did you bring it?"
"Yes, Diamond Tiara, I---"
"That's MISS Diamond Tiara to you."
As the single light that blinded me slowly dimmed the rest of the room was illuminated by green, magical candles. After rubbing my eyes a little with my hooves I saw the two of them standing in front of me. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, all grown up and even more beautiful than I last saw them. And their stares got a lot colder too. It had been a while since the two of them last harassed me, but the memories of their abuse started flooding back. They slowly trotted towards me with sly grins on their perfect faces. I wanted to gallop out of the room immediately but I thought of the locked door; and they did promise me a cutie mark. The Riches were not nice people, but they kept their promises.
"Yes, Miss Tiara, I have four hundred bits in this---"
"Not that, Blank Flank. We have more bits than we can count."
"But the letter---"
"Buck the letter!"
With that, Diamond Tiara swatted the money I brought aside. All the money I had scattered across the floor. Coins scattered and jingled against each other until they hit the ground with deafening clanks. As I watched my life's work scattering across the floor like a dessert that wasn't sweet enough for Miss Tiara's tastes, her friend circled behind the sofa and whispered into my ear.
"We want the one thing that we don't have. Yet."
And with that, I fainted.
When I woke up I realized that I couldn't move. I was lying on my back and some form of magic held my limbs down on the couch. Next to me laid an open scroll, filled with letters and symbols that made my head hurt. Silver Spoon's saddlebag laid on a small table where the lamp stood. Two scrolls, both glowing green, poked out from it.
"Are those... magic scrolls that will give me my cutie mark?" I wondered out loud
"Something like that," Silver Spoon said with a smile.
It wasn't until the mare spoke that I remembered who was with me and how exposed I was. I supposed that I didn't mind before since in my mind this was completely clinical. It was just like a doctor's visit, except instead of curing my cold he would cure me of my lack of a cutie mark. But once I realized that there were fillies---no, mares---in the room my heart skipped a beat. I tried hard not to embarrass myself. I thought of all the horrible things they did to me when I was young, but somehow that didn't help. In fact, it made it worst! Seeing Silver Spoon take off her glasses and let down her mane was the last straw.
"Aww, Diamond Tiara! Look at how pretty it is!"
Silver Spoon leaned in closer, nudging her nose softly against my erect colthood. I had "accidentally" rubbed myself against soft, freshly washed sheets before, sure, but this was completely different. I've never imagined being touched by a mare, let along one as beautiful as her. After a few seconds of nuzzling I felt something wet. She was running her tongue against me. Not the way that the mares in the naughty magazines did it either, with broad, hungry strokes. Silver Spoon was more like an innocent kitten lapping up a bowl of milk. I closed my eyes and fell in love.
"Silver Spoon what the hay are you doing?"
She stopped.
"I just wanted to see what it looks like! You know I've never---"
My eyes were jolted open by another sensation on my most private place. This time, however, it was Diamond Tiara clumsily---and angrily---grabbing it with one of her hooves. She pulled and tugged on it, shoving it from side to side as if it was a spoon stuck in a bowl of ice cream. She sneered at it, poked at it, and it hurt. I prayed to Celestia that she'd be done already and let Silver Spoon get back to whatever she was doing before. I could tell she wanted it too, since she just sat down and looked at my colthood and smiled---if she was a dog I bet her tail would be wagging. As I looked at the silver-maned mare and her smile I once again felt blood rushing towards the shaft where Diamond Tiara held her hoof. Under the pain, I think, I really enjoyed the sensation of somepony touching me. A warm, familiar feeling started to appear in my stomach, My colthood started to twitch while I involuntarily thrusted my hips as much as I could under restraint. Miss Tiara noticed it too, because that was when she let go and punched me hard in the stomach with her other front hoof.
"You bucking disgusting Blank Flank. What the hay do you think you're doing? Did you think I was trying to jerk you off?"
"But, Miss Tiara, I---"
"Shut up," she slapped me across my cheeks, her face flushing red, "I was just checking out the merchandise. You're lucky we need you alive or I'd slit your bucking throat for saying that."
"I'm sorry, Miss Tiara, please---"
"Silver Spoon, grab your bag. And you, Blank Flank. If you even *think* about getting off on my hooves touch you I will personally make sure that you will never get a cutie mark or even a place to sleep in Ponyville. Understood?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Good. You can teach a Blank Flank new tricks, I guess."
After a some agonizing seconds, Silver Spoon let her saddlebag down next to me. From it, she pulled out a magical scroll and laid it aside. She carefully dug deeper in her bag when I noticed that her scroll was covered with an unusual amount of drool... and her eyes were inching towards my groin. All my hopes vanished, however, when I saw why she had been so careful with her next item: it was a sharp knife, one meant for murder. Before I could contemplate what horrors laid in front of me Diamond Tiara's dreadful voice pierced the silence again.
"All right, Blank Flank. This is the deal we're going to offer you. Your cock for a cutie mark. If you want to take the deal, put your dirty hoof here," she pulled out a contract, "if you want to stay a blank flank for the rest of your life, then don't."
Her words echoed through my head as I considered the deal. No, this wasn't a deal. It was completely ridiculous! Somehow the chill in my spine woke me up and I could think clearly. There was no way I would take the deal. I could still get a cutie mark if only I worked harder and tried more things! There was no way I'd give up sex, give up the wonderful feeling of Silver Spoon's tongue against my---
"Oh, and don't bother thinking that you'll get a cutie mark eventually. Did you think that we'd let you live if you wanted to leave after seeing all this? You'll just end up a corpse in the Everfree Forest after Blank Flank for the rest of your short, miserable life."
I nodded and cried. Miss Tiara placed the contract on one of my hooves. Silver Spoon handed her the knife and turned away. There was a wicked smile across Miss Tiara's face.
"It's not like you were using it anyway, right?"
"This is the best feeling in the world!"
I woke up, hours, maybe days later, to Diamond Tiara screaming at the top of her lungs. I opened my eyes. My restraints were gone. In front of me were two spent scrolls and two shapes on the sofa. I was lying on the freezing floor of the shed. I remembered. I checked. Nothing between my hind legs except a bandage. No blood, though I was sore all over. One of the magic scrolls must have been used to treat my wound and clean up the blood. Miss Tiara had some mercy in her, at least.
"Hey Blank Flank! You awake?"
I looked over towards the two shapes on the couch. It wasn't hard to figure out who they were, even though my vision was still blurry. What they were doing, though, I did not expect.
"Oh my Celestia and Luna, this is the best thing in Equestria! Don't you agree, Silver Spoon?"
"Yes, oh, Di---Miss Tiara, it---"
"Hey Blank Flank, you're totally missing out on this. Oh that's right, you can't join us anyway!"
With her next stroke, Miss Tiara pulled her entire colthood out to the tip. She turned and face me with a smirk, making full eye contact and making sure that I knew exactly what was going on. That's what she didn't have and wanted from me. My, no, her, dick, somehow magically attached to her, third scroll no doubt, was plunging into the most beautiful mare I've known. I pulled my eyes away and tears started to fall. But even then I could still hear them.
"Oh Blank Flank, this is amazing! It's absolutely the most wonderful thing in the world! I've never felt this great and I've done almost everything money can buy. Look at me! I'm fucking my BFF! I'm finally making her my bitch!"
"Miss Tiara, oh, I've always been your bitch."
"Not like this, Silver Spoon! I can feel everything inside you! I can make you scream as loud as I want---"
"No, please, not so---"
"Excuse me?" she slapped Silver Spoon across the face, "who is the stallion here? That's me, Silver Spoon. You're going to take my entire cock and you're going to love it."
"Ye... yes, Mistress. I love your cock."
"Good girl."
As Miss Tiara pounded away in the lovely gray mare, I could only weep and feel completely incompetent and even more hopeless than before. There it was, my very own colthood, plunged deep into the mare I've longed for the most and ripping away her virgin innocence. The sweet, curious face that I remember from school and from just before I fainted was replaced by a twisted combination of lust and pain. Her body still looked regal and smooth, but her musk now filled the entire room. Yet it wasn't me who was doing these unspeakable things to her. I prayed and wished that, somehow, even though it was no longer attached to me I could still feel even a fraction of what my cock was feeling. I held on to every tiny sensation I felt where it once attached to my body, imagining that it came from the depths of Silver Spoon's violated marehood.
Even though I still felt the sharp pain of Miss Tiara's hoof I wriggled myself around and rubbed what little there remained of my dick on the cold, wooden floor. First it was a numb, desperate attempt to feel something. Then I started to involuntarily slide my little nub across the floor in time to Miss Tiara's thrusts. I opened my eyes to the two lovers on the couch, wishing hard that the sweaty, pink mare was me and the unforgiving floor under me was the warm fur of the mare of my dreams. With each deep stroke Miss Tiara's smile got wider and Silver Spoon learned a little more about being a mare. Eventually Miss Tiara noticed what I was doing. She turned her head and laughed. I've heard this laugh many times before, though it had always been accompanied by another laugh or giggle, and not the painful yet ecstatic moaning of Silver Spoon. I hung my head low, but kept my eyes on the beautiful sight of my---her---colthood entering those beautiful parted lips while keeping pace with my pathetic attempt at pretending that I was still a stallion.
After what felt like an eternity, Miss Tiara was finally spent. Silver Spoon had already had several orgasms at that point, and I had nearly found a nerve that gave me some wanting approximation of pleasure. Then, without warning, Miss Tiara tensed up and released her entire load inside her lover. At first Silver Spoon was relieved that her Mistress stopped, but then the torrent of cum released inside her, rushing towards her womb caught her off guard and her eyes opened wide. Seeing the flood of pony cum leaking out of her marehood as Diamond Tiara pulled out was enough to send my nerves into overdrive. My body tensed up, as if I was having an orgasm, and little nerves fired around where the little nub where my cock once was. But of course, nothing came out. There was nothing between my legs anymore.
As Miss Tiara and Silver Spoon cuddled up with each other, whispering satisfied "I love you"s, I fell asleep curled up and crying into my hooves.
After that, I moved in with Miss Tiara and became her personal servant. She made me bathe her daily, making sure I paid special attention to her beautiful colthood while pointing out that I would never be a stallion like her. She sometimes even made me aim it for her when she relieved herself at the outhouse---though I think it's because she hasn't figured out how to do that yet. At night, when Silver Spoon could not leave her business to service Miss Tiara, she would use my holes for her pleasure. After Silver Spoon moved in with us Miss Tiara would still use me at times, though I think it was more to torture me than to pleasure herself. The worst torture was how Miss Tiara would ask me to put her cock inside Silver Spoon using my mouth. She knew that I had fallen for her lover/slave and delighted in making me suffer for it.
My only reprieve came when, after she had finished into Silver Spoon, she orders me to clean up her lover. Though I've learned to love the taste of Miss Tiara's cum eventually, having it mixed in with the juices and sweat of my beloved was heavenly. The way Silver Spoon would stroke my mane and smile at me when I cleaned her marehood with my tongue was the only reason I didn't even consider taking my own life during those years.
Sadly, all this came to an end when they got married. After their wedding night, Miss Tiara fell fast asleep during my usual cleanup. Planning a multi-million-bit wedding would do that to you, I suppose. Silver Spoon, however, looked only half as exhausted wearing bits of her torn-up wedding dress. I took my time, admiring the most beautiful sight and smell in Equestria. Compared to the first few days, her marehood was spread out and used---I felt a small amount of pride widening her up even though Miss Tiara did all the work---yet it still felt tight around my tongue. When I was done she drew me closer and gave me a kiss; a real kiss where she savored the sweet taste pony cider in my mouth, suckling the flavors out from my tongue; my first kiss.
"I'm pregnant."
"Excuse---I'm---"
"I'm pregnant," she said again with a smile, "with Miss Tiara's foal."
"Congratulations, Miss," I tried to be happy, because that's what you were supposed to do when somepony you cared for is pregnant, but what little joy I had came out as shock.
"Yes! I'm pregnant! Don't tell Miss Tiara, though. I want to tell her myself."
"That's great," now I turned to confusion, "but why tell me?"
"Well," she drew me in closer, what remains of my colthood rubbing across her wet, used lips, my fur wiping up the last of Miss Tiara's cum, "I like you. You know that, right?"
I nodded.
"But I love Mistress. And, well, I'm an old fashion kind of mare I guess. I wanted... I wanted to raise my foals with a mommy and daddy, I mean, a mommy and another mommy, and it'd be really weird if you..."
"I understand."
"Thank you," she kissed me again, softer this time, "and I mean it. I like you. Well, I guess I love you too."
The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep with her hooves around me was her smile.
Oh yes, you originally asked about my cutie mark, right? I'm sorry, I got sidetracked.
The first night I lived in Miss Tiara's mansion, she told me that I would never actually get a cutie mark. You see, since I didn't have what it took to be a stallion anymore, I would forever remain a colt. Well, filly. So in order to give me a cutie mark she had to do some extra work. I had to do some extra work too, to make sure that I learn my new special talent properly. Huh? No. It actually didn't hurt at the very moment it touched my flank. It was after I passed out and woke up that I felt the searing pain. It took a few weeks for the burnt flash to finally settle down. That's when Miss Tiara---well, actually, it was mostly Silver Spoon---taught me everything I needed to know servicing stallions like yourself.
No, no, you don't have to! I liked talking about my past. It's okay. Really? All right, but I didn't bring my dress today. So I guess I'll have to let you use both my holes for the bits you're paying me. Mmm... That looks delicious... Mind starting with my mouth?