Abducted

Rainbow knocked on her friend’s door, loudly. “Hey?! Open up, we haven’t seen you in a couple days and we’re worried… if you don’t open up I’ll break your door open,” she shouted and then landed, turned, reared and bucked the door hard. On the third strike she stopped and turned back to face it and knock again. “Stupid sturdy door,” she mumbled.

Later that day she returned with her friends. “Where are all the animals?” Twilight asked and they all took notice that the area was much like it would normally be and all mumbled their own thoughts. Applejack ran ahead and pounded on the door.

“AJ, I tried that. She’s not answering and the doors too tough to,” Rainbow’s mouth shut when the farm mare turned and bucked the door open with apparent ease and they all ran in with Rainbow lagging behind as she checked the door.

“She ain’t down here… not a critter in sight,” Applejack said nervously stopping in the middle of the room.

“Upstairs, darlings. Perhaps she’s ill or has had a great fall?!”

Twilight teleported upstairs and opened the bathroom. “She’s not here.” Pinkie hopped out of the bathroom and ran past her.

“I’ll check her bedroom! Maybe she’s planned a surprise with all her animals and,” she opened the door and froze midair. Her body darkened and her hair fell flat as she landed, gawking and staring inside.

“What is it, Pinkie?” Twilight asked as she stood beside her and looked in.

The others clambered up the stairs and pushed past each other and finally past the two mares staring into the room. Rarity promptly turned to the nearest wall and vomited, Rainbow landed and fell to her belly, Applejack took her hat off and pressed it to her chest while Twilight’s eyes spilled tears down her cheeks. “N-no… Not her, too.”

The room, filled with blood, innards, pink hairs and yellow pelt mixed in; a small skeleton lay on the bed, the center of the carnage that filled the room, shattered from within.

“I… can’t throw a party for this, ever.”

Fluttershy woke to an electric shock against her cutie mark. She screamed sharply, leaping to her hooves and gagging as something choked her. Her eyes darted left and right in the dim green light seeing more ponies than she could count in a row just like hers. Each were collared tightly, so tight she could see, and feel her own, collar digging into her neck. Thick fetlock cuffs were on their forelegs, she felt them on her hindlegs so she made the correct guess. A klaxon blared and everypony that hadn’t been awakened jolted and most fell down gagging. She tried to move her forelegs to touch the collar but they were rooted to the floor, all her hooves were.

The ground was soft like cork, but she couldn’t tell and didn’t really care. Her wings stung when she moved them, a sign they were strapped down, sending her into a slight panic. A stallion beside her coughed.

“Miss, don’t worry, whatever’s happening; this’ just a bad dream. It has to be, right?”

A male voice spoke flatly from above them in broken Equestrian. “Stand, all. Turn east face.” Their legs were released from the floor and she stumbled slightly. She hesitated, earning another shock to her flank and giving another yelp. She stumbled when the collar tugged her and she faced right into the rump of a stallion. A chorus of apologies and whines filled the air and Fluttershy couldn’t help but resign herself to whatever fate awaited her, offering a quiet apology into the stallions tail.

Fluttershy squeaked and moved forward into the warm scrotum of the stallion in front of her when a snout pressed into her vulva. She blushed fiercely and lowered her head as she realized what’d happened and that the snout pressed against her was breathing heavily against her, smelling her and taking her scent in.

“All move walk east.”

A few paces and stumbling motions got the entire row moving in step and progressing. The fact she had her muzzle hanging below a stallion’s exposed genitals was one of the most embarrassing moments of her life, yet she found it incredibly sexy and naughty. The hot breath against her own labia didn’t help her issue.

“Follow path. No go. No talk.”

The walk felt like it went on for longer than Fluttershy could handle and she felt herself starting to wink in arousal. The musk from ahead and the breath from behind. She chanced a look under and looked intently at the stiff mottled cock swinging under the stallion. A part of her mind begged for a stallion to be behind her, but she didn’t know what to expect from that if anything did happen.

The scent of arousal started filling the area they walked down and Fluttershy stopped caring about where she was, the tightness of the collar on her neck, the weight on each of her legs, the invisible rope that bound her to the next pony ahead of her, pulling her close enough to remind her of the carnal nature of ponykind.

Along she trudged, following a path of lights that appeared under the stallion’s member. She focused on those, finally able to distract herself and get into a tedium that drove the naughtiness of the moments away. Blue. Grey. Blue. Grey. Blue. Grey, her mind droned. She wasn’t ready for when she was jerked from between the stallion’s hindlegs to the left while he was tugged right.

She didn’t make more than a squeak as a pain in her neck stung, reminding her of the collar. She tried to turn her head but quickly stopped the action when the pain felt like the fur and mane on her neck was being ripped out. She was able to look around and noticed the path was walled several ponies high, lights above were steady shining white and without the musk of a stallion in her nose. Her tail fell and she realized she was exposed, the spell every pony wore to keep themselves modest, except with the closest of friends or medical personnel, was gone.

She noticed the air smelled mildly of stallions musk, but nothing else.

She followed the tug to prevent more pain in the back of her head, her legs were growing slightly tired, and she didn’t know how far or how long she’d been walking, but all she could think of was how she went to bed the night before and woke up like this.

Her head was pulled down and before she noticed she had her muzzle under another tail, this one a mare who was wet and pungent, a bulge under her belly implied her pregnancy and Fluttershy wondered what the foal would go though.

Fluttershy, along with many other mares in her column, made noises of disapproval, but couldn’t do anything about it. The nose in Fluttershy’s marehood snorted and moved closer, rubbing against and into her body. Fluttershy whimpered in both pleasure and embarrassment when she felt a tongue slide inside her body.

“Please,” she lowered her head to look under herself, “d-don’t. I’m…”

The voice of the mare behind her cut in, “A virgin? I can tell,” the mare’s soft voice giggled, but didn’t look to meet Fluttershy’s eyes. Only her mouth moved, then her tongue hung from her mouth and Fluttershy stumbled, sending herself and several other mares swaying, crying out in pain.

“I’m sorry! I’m- aaah!” Electricity coursed through her and the mares ahead and behind her, pain tingling through their bodies. Fluttershy was almost brought to her knees, except the tugging kept her moving.

The mare behind Fluttershy spat under her body where she could see clear saliva. “Do that again and I’ll bite you!”

“Follow path. No go. No talk.”

Mares whimpered and whined when the voice repeated itself. They regained a pace as Fluttershy’s tears wet her cheeks, her muzzle brushed another mare’s wet pussy, and a mare she didn’t know, or like, tasted her every so often; chucking when Fluttershy would sway her tail around her head and try to lower it to no avail.

“Please, Princess Celestia. Help me.”