Abducted

Silence

The group was deathly quiet, save for the thuds their hooves made on the floor. Not even a feather in a wing rustled as Fluttershy and eleven other mares were led down a sterile white corridor that made her lose herself in the depths of white if she looked aside or up.

She wondered how her home was, her animals, her friends. A smile crossed her lips and her hope blossomed, even through all this, she'd never be alone with them in her memory and heart.

She bumped the trail of the mare ahead of her and restrained a vocal apology, instead they shared understand looks. Fluttershy looked around, they were in a round room with ten stalls.

She and the others moved to a stall on their own. A blue field of energy came to life above and behind them, locking them in while two mares looked between the sealed stalls and the mares within.

They all exchanged worried looks and panic began to rise. Seven of the mares began panting, terrified of what was going to happen to the mares.

One mare in a stall chose death over being an example and threw herself at the glowing wall, only to hit what felt like a wall. She was sure it was deadly, but just sat and hung her head in resignation.

The room fell silent when a click came from above them and the two mares were grabbed from under their bodies by clamps that held their hooves firmly to the floor.

Fluttershy was one of the mares that turned away, closed out the real world, and did their best to ignore the sounds being made.

She felt her neck collar pull her out of the stall and she suddenly became too terrified to scream. She moved to her hooves and stood proud, tall, and with honor.

She was suddenly ready to experience death after all her years of being afraid, now she was resolute. She felt a rig on her tail and completely lost all control.

She leapt, screamed, scrambled, bit at the appendages, all while crying with a lifetime's worth of tears at the very moment. She was pulled across the floor, not a bit ashamed of her panic. Her only thought was what they'd taken from her.

She dared to peek an eye open and heard a buzzing she recognized. She turned quickly to look herself over, patting herself and moving her wings while standing.

All the mares were looking at her stall, even the mares currently being shaved and trimmed. Their luscious hair falling to the floor exposing the mares’ vulva to the world.

She looked back and saw her tail was cut to about foreleg length and puffed out like a cheap bouquet of flowers that was held at the base by a green collar. She looked at the other mares and knew she had a serious mane trim, enough to flow and accentuate her features.

She blushed and habitually turned her head to hide behind a mane that wasn't there. She turned her sure to the group and took shaky breaths as the adrenalin waned.

She yawned and felt like taking a nap, but decided she didn't like being woken up with a choking, so she just rested her chin on her fetlocks while mares were quickly clipped and trimmed.

Once done the hair fell into slots in the floor that sealed as quickly as they'd appeared. The shimmering doors were gone and the mares quickly lined up before the pull started.

It was nice to have a semblance of control in their setting, so they took it.

The next room they could smell from a ways away. The pungent scent of unwashed marehood almost stung and they all tried to resist the pull into the room and released.

It was dark. Their eyes hadn't had a chance to adapt and now they could barely see the mare nearest each other. Fluttershy stood still, listening for anything. A familiar click clack and a mare gasping in shock.

There wasn't any panic this time, so the mares waited. And waited, until they noticed shapes forming. They squinted and smiled at each other, each trying to convey a message of some sort.

The noise was piercing and it rumbled the floor under them, then silence.

A quiet whimper came from the stranded mare, then another, and a longer one that ended with a guttural groan. The mares in the room moved closer to her, as though to guard her.

The mare nickered and panted, finally whining and then silence. Deathly silent, except for a quiet trickling. The scent of arousal rose and the mares had several ideas from her peeing and freshening the stank, to her adding her own fluids to the quagmire.

The answer came when the next mare’s hooves were clamped and she squeaked loudly. Fluttershy looked over and saw the outline of the mare and heard a squishing sound that she knew too well, from her days of fantasies and lonely nights. She moved closer to the mare beside her. “It’s doing things to her,” she whispered so quiet she could barely be heard by the ear she whispered into.

The mare nodded and turned away to whisper the same to the next mare. The mare being pleasured was encircled by the mares, now looking and listening intently at the sounds being made. Even the recently finished mare watched, her pussy winking ever time a moan whined.

By the time the mare came the mares in the room were getting nervous and aroused themselves. Fluttershy whined when her hooves were clamped next, pressing the cuffs on her legs and she pulled against the clamp. A warm air blew from under her and she felt something touch her underbelly.

She whined quietly, praying for help, as whatever it was slid along her underbody and started vibrating. She inhaled sharply and froze as it rand between her teats and send a strange pulse of pleasurable tingles straight into her vagina. Her eyes closed slightly as the now obvious vibrator touched her clit and she felt herself wink against it, she barely stayed on her hooves as it pressed into her and began to violate her marehood.

And she liked it.

She looked up to the ceiling and began to pant while it went deeper inside her with every few thrusts until it started to thicken and became very ribbed. She didn’t know what to do as every single spot inside her was gently massaged and tickled; and the warm air that was now blowing in steady gusts that encouraged her wings to open as though she were flying.

It was like having sex with the perfect partner while he was holding her mid flight. The thought and fantasy barely flashed into her mind when she felt an orgasm explode inside her without warning. She gasped a breath in and whinnied as it felt like it started to slowly spin inside her and press itself to her cervix and make it worse.

She moaned louder and louder, her hips bouncing as she came and fluids spilled from her body in a steady stream that didn’t seem to end for the orgasming mare. She rocked side to side, back and forth, starting to whine. “P-please, make it stop,” she asked as another orgasm racked her body.

The dildo didn’t stop or slow it’s motions, in fact it seemed to speed up slightly with each orgasm, and at its current rate it was going to double its speed, but it wasn’t painful or uncomfortable; it felt perfect for her. She heard the other mares whispering but couldn’t make out what they said, the vibrations were so intense they were vibrating the back half of her body as she cried out the next orgasm and the device increased.

She suddenly realized noise made it worse, so even though the multiple orgasms she pushed through them and into the rational parts of her mind; regaining some control and imagining a dragon baring over her with its mouth open, sharp teeth dripping thick saliva and an orange fire in the back of its throat.

It had the desired effect and she cowered back as much as she could, the next orgams stopped early and after a few seconds she felt the pulsing coursing through her body slowing as the thing stopped fucking her and shrank back to its insertion size and after a few seconds it removed itself from her.

Her legs collapsed from under her and she fell into the results of her multiple orgasms and managed to whisper, “Don’t make noise,” as she fell asleep with a content smile and warmth flowing through her. She could still feel it inside her, a phantom fucking still pulsed and throbbed inside her as she drifted away and she couldn’t help but whisper a thanks to Celestia for the machine stopping; she didn’t know how much more she could take before something happened.

It was indescribable, there was a feeling of a surge of energy inside her chest that happened.