After a brief fight in which Bonbon had of course won, Lyra was lying in a bruised and battered heap. Her best friend was staring hatefully down at her, a hoof pressed firmly into her throat. With one simple motion she could have ended Lyra right then and there.

She just had to do one little movement. She wanted to so badly. It would be easy, just let all that hate tear out of her and rip Lyra apart. Her eyes bruned down into those of her friend, filled with enough hate that it might have been enough to make Lyra’s head explode if her gaze had lingered any longer.

But as quickly as all that hate had arrived, it melted back out of her. Her friend had been drugged, manipulated. Non of this was her fault, and yet she had considered breaking her neck.

Her hooves slowly moved away, and the terrified look on her friends face slowly melted away. And then John smashed something into the back of her head, and her whole world went tumbling into a black void.

When consciousness found her, she was tied down to what appeared to be a chair. After several moments of trying her best to shake the grogyness from her mind, she realized that it was a chair. She was tied down to a chair at the table she had seen coming in.

Laid out before her was what could only be described as a feast, cakes, pastries, tea. It would have sent most ponies into a feed frenzy with that alone, but Bonbon was not easily fooled. She knew that all this food was drugged and she could not eat a single scrap of food, or a single drop of tea.

She raised her head, letting out a loud groan. Across from her, Lyra was sitting with a huge grin plastered across her face. Bonbon refused to look at her, refused to accept she was wearing a collar like some kind of animal, refused to accept that it was all her fault that this had happened.

John was grinning at her from off to the side, done up even neater then he had been when they met. She hated him more then words could accurately portray. She was still going to try however.
“When I get free of these binds I am going to slaughter you for everything you’ve done.” She spat in a voice full of enough venom to drop a large animal.

John just laughed. He laughed like her words held no weight to him, and in that moment she knew that she was going to make his last breathes painful ones.

“You hear that pet? I just want to have a tea party with her, and this is how she treats me… She is not a very nice pony, don’t you agree?”
Lyra gave a soft smile and shook her head “I think she is just grumpy because I was right and she was not… Come on Bonbon, you must be at least a little hungry, why won’t you eat?”

Bonbon turned to her friend in an instant. “I really am sorry that all of this has happened to you. This is all on me, and I accept responsabilty for it… But he’s using you Lyra! The food is drugged or something, can’t you see it in the way he’s treating you!”

Lyra just laughed softly, “See it in the way he treats me? What about in the way you’ve treated me. If we really look at it, he’s done nothing but be nice to me, and you’ve done nothing but be a massive cunt.”

She was taken aback by her friend’s harsh words, her tongue tangling over itself in a frantic attempt to put a sentence together. “Come on Lyra… Trust me, please!”

John laughed at their interaction, which was really annoying. Celestia she wanted to smash his head in so bad. It would be so easy too, she would just have to get out of these binds and he was as good as dead. The human gave a sigh, then looked to Lyra.

“I think your friend could use some tea to help her calm down, why don’t you pour her a cup, then make sure she drinks it.”

Lyra gave a nod, picking up to the teaot in her mouth and threateningly trotting towards Bonbon, who fixed her with a glare “Don’t do this. You must realize by now that it is drugged! How can you not see this?”

Lyra chuckled, pouring her a teacup of the warm fluid “I know it’s drugged. I also know that Master takes good care of me, and he will take good care of you too! You really should not have beaten me up like that.” She said, chuckling slowly as she slowly floated the cup towards Bonbon’s mouth. She struggled, thrashing about wildly while letting out a number of distressed noises that were all ignored.

She realized that if she tried to force the tea on her like this, it was just going to go to waste, so she moved up next to her friend and forced her mouth open with magic. Her hooves moved up and clamped roughly over her nose, and then she poured the tea straight into her mouth.

At this moment, Bonbon had two choices, drink the drugged tea and submit to her fate, or choke to death on it. The first option did seem very appealing, but she did not have much of a choice in the matter when her survival instincts kicked in and she was forced to choke down the tea.

She swore some of it came out her nose, and she spluttered, wretched and writhed in her binds, Lyra moving away from her to go and sit by her master. John once again gave that cruel chuckle Bonbon hated so much, tussling Lyra’s mane as a reward for a job well done “And now, we wait. We will leave her to suffer for being so mean to you.”

She was dragged down into the dungeon once again, chained up against the cold stone wall as arousel flared in her loins, heat filling her body. Suddenly she was thankful for the cold stone, which was the only comfort she had from the raging heat coming from within.

Bonbon assured herself that she was not going to break. She was going to take all the abuse, think of a way to get out of her, kill John and escape with her best friend. Her meals were brought in three times a day, delicious foods and pastries that Lyra would try to feed her. She could not eat them. To eat them was to face that intense lust that was tearing apart her mind again.

Water was ,much harder. Horses need a lot of water to function, and she knew that if she want more then two days without the vital fluid, she was at risk to all kinds of nasty things. She drank the bare minimum to keep herself alive, and even that sent her into an insane frenzy.

On the third day, after she had first drank water, she had thought it had been bad. Her snatch had drizzled down her thighs and then the juices had cooled, chilling her and making it even more difficult to sleep.

On the fourth day, she realized that her muscles were going to waste, and she already had sores on her hooves were the chains had rubbed away her fur. It was going to get very uncomftorable very fast.

It was at this point things went south. With her body weakening, she needed more water, and more water meant more of the drug.

With all her training against this kind of thing, she managed to last an impressive seven days. On the seventh she gave in and downed a whole bucket of water she knew as drugged. It was this that finally shattered her will. Her cunt had begin to drip so much that it coated the wall behind her and soaked her hooves, her cunt screaming out for cock.

After a few hours, the drugs took full effect and she begin to scream for cock too. Lyra came trotting into the dungeon and watched her as she writhed and thrashed about like a snake impaled on a stick.

Bonbon had fixed her broken eyes on her best friend, well aware that one of them was twitching. “P-please! I will be good! Just…. Fuck me… I need.. Make it stop...”

Her brain was not the best at putting words together right now, but Lyra seemed to understand, pulling out a key and unlocking her manicals. At this point her legs were very weak, and she was very tired. She fell to the floor and managed to land on her hooves for all of one second before they gave out beneath her and she collapsed in a tangle of limbs.

Lyra had trotted over to her, tutting softly as she helped the pony up. “Look at you, you’re a mess… Why do you do these things to yourself Bonbon? You could have just agreed straight away and we could have had so much fun serving master together.”

She turned to her friend, barely noticing the new studs in her ears or on her tongue. Right, it was her turn to say something. Put words together in an order to accurately portray to her friend just what it was she wanted. After several moments of putting the various words together perfectly, her mouth opened.

“Penis… Now?” She said, the words rolling off her tongue like they were alien, her hind legs shaking with need as she awaited the response from her friend.
Lyra simply smiled “Of course dear, you just need to ask master nicely and he might sort you out with a nice hard cock to sate your needs.”

She liked the sound of that, like… Really liked the sound of that. Smart words were not really flooding into her brain right now, but if she had to pick one, it would likely be ‘loved’. She loved the sound of getting a nice hard cock rammed into her cunt until she squealed and squirted everywhere.

As they slowly climbed up the stone steps into the main area of the house, Bonbon was amazed by how tidy everything was. It had been fairly tidy before of course, but this time it looked like someone had been over it with a microscope and made sure that they got every single atom of dirt up.

Bonbon had no doubt that her friend had been responsible for this, her friend was always and amazingly hard worker when she put her mind to anything. She had other things on her mind at the moment however, her eyes scanning around frantically until she spotted the human sat in an armchair set against one of the back walls of the wooden hut.

The movement she made towards him was not a trot, it was not much of a gallop either. She did not know exactly what it was, but she willed her body to head towards him, and then she was suddenly stood right in front of him, as if she had teleported the distance between them.

She was not going to question it however. She dived on him in an instant, and John cried out in shock as he suddenly got a lap full of pony that was attempting to hump his knee.

After realizing who it was and what they wanted however, a hearty laugh tore from his lips “Oh, hello Bonbon…. Did you want something?” He asked casually, a hand raking through her mane slowly.

“Penis! Give me cock in my cunt… Please.” She said, well, she hoped she said. It was what she had been intending to say, but all the words had kind of blended together into one really long word then coming out in a coherent sentence.

John looked down at her, and for a moment she was sure that he was going to give one of his signuture chuckles. Instead, he simply gave her a warm smile as his hand dragged through her mane, his other one reaching out to grab her hooves in turn, looking at the marks the manicles had made.

“Of course dear. I’d love nothing more then to break in my new mare, but first I need to tend to those wounds, in fact you could both use a bath!”

He stood up in an instant, his powerful hands placing her down on the ground as she let out a soft whine. The human strolled through the house and out into the back garden. Bonbon did not realize he had one, but amazingly it looked great, considering he was just one man living out in the middle of a swamp.

The human slowly looked around, then pulled out an old tin bathtub from under a plastic tarpulian. It might have been old, clearly out dated since most ponies now had indoor plumbing, but it was not rusty and did not show any signs of its age beyond the fact it was dated tech.

Lyra moved up next to Bonbon, and she looked towards her mint green friend, taking in the details of her horn binder, the collar and gag that she wore around her neck at all times in case of rough fucking. This was what a good pony looked like, this was what she needed to look like if she wanted to get all the love and penis possible.

She really hoped she did well enough to get branded just like Lyra, nothing would have made her happier. As she watched, the human came out of the house and emptied warm water into the bath one pail full at a time. After this was done, he moved over and tossed a few sprigs of lavender from his garden into it.

“OK girls, climb in!” He said cheerfully, holding up a bar of clearly home-made lavender soap. “

Lyra had never moved so fast in her life, and was in the bath before she even had chance to reach it, some of the water spilling over the sides as she climbed into the warm water.

Bonbon was not going to be shown up that easily, and she quickly scrambled into the water next to her, sighing happily as the warm water wrapped around her, warming her limbs and soothing her… nether regions.

She really wanted to move a hoof down and just rub her snatch until the heat was all gone. Of course, she was also aware that doing so would displease her master, and that was not something that she wanted to do.

The water stung slightly at the sores on her hooves, and she winced in pain. John noticed this and sighed, leaning down with the bar of soap and a sponge that he had gotten somewhere. The washing that he begin to give was the most amazing thing that Bonbon had ever felt, his gentle touch, the soothing scrubbing over her fur.

She could not have asked for it to be more perfect. And then as quickly as it had started it was over, and she was back to being needy. She waited paitently however, saying nothing as she watched John begin to clean Lyra.

The mint green unicorn was much more vocal in her noises of approval, practically moaning like a whore as the sponge scrubbed over every inch of her fur. Celestia damn it, Bonbon had been outdone again.

After their bath was over, Bonbon was very sad. The human emptied all the water out of the tub and dried them both with a towel. After this, he sat Bonbon down at the table and vanished outside, coming back a few minutes later with several plants that he begin to grind up and mix with the bandages.

The sickly green fabric did not look like it was going to do her any good, but upon wrapping it around her sores, she instantly started to feel some kind of healing effect. Along with this, he made sure that she ate properly, feeding her a bowl of pottage, which was a thick vegtable soup that tasted amazing.

After she was finally done with all of this, it was finally time for her to get her breeding. At least, she hoped that that was the case. She really did not want to be left like this, the hormones were tearing through her mind and making it so hard to focus on anything. She just wanted to have his cock buried in her cunt,

They moved back into the house and the human slowly removed his clothes, looking over his two pets with a soft smile before sitting down in his armchair, his erect member standing to attention as he waved the two mares forward with his free hand, rubbing over their ears and manes as he reached around, snapping Bonbon’s collar into place.

Bonbon had never been so happy in her whole life. The snap of the collar locking in place was the best sound she had ever heard, and her hooves lept down to grip at her collar.

It was a deep red in collar, matching with the black colouration of Lyra’s collar. Master was so smart to colour code things like that! She rubbed at the collar and then raised her head, giving her master a big smile to show how much she loved it.

John did not react, moving his hand down to stroke his cock as he waved it at them slowly. “So? Get to work.” He said with a chuckle. The two mares looked to each other, then back to the cock.

Then they both dived forward so quickly that they almost smacked their heads together. Lyra got there first and begin to lick up and down the shaft like it was some kind of candy cane, leaving Bonbon to tend to his balls.

She was not very happy about this, but she did not complain. If this pleased her master and got him to plough her, then so be it. She nuzzled and licked softly at his balls, then nuzzled into them softly, taking them in her mouth one at a time and gently suckling on them, driving groans of pleasure from the male.

If she had to describe how they tasted, it would likely be along the lines of “musky”, but she had not been asked to describe how they tasted. All she cared about was how horny sucking them was making her feel. She was pretty sure that her cunt was rather openly dripping on the floor, but that did not matter to her, all that mattered was the amazing cock in front of her.

John moved his powerful arms down, lifting her up slowly with his hands hooked just under her armpits. He was so strong, and her tail was soon wagging happily as she anticipated what was coming next. He smiled sweetly down at her, a slight smirk hidden behind it. “Are you ready dear?” He asked.

She had never nodded so fast in her life. The human gave a large smile and lifted her over his cock, which throbbed needfully as it rubbed against the entrance of her cunt. Lyra gave an annoyed whine as she realized what was about to happen. Bonbon simply squeaked happily to herself, grinning at him.

Then he dropped her, his cock blurring past her lips and making her scream out in pleasure as it rubbed over every inch of her insides, sending waves of unimaginable pleasure tearing through her.

Natrually, she did the only thing she was able to at this moment, which was howling in pleasure as she seemed to lose all control over her muscles, her limbs tensing up as her eyes rolled back, biting down on her own lip to try and prevent the screams from getting any louder then they already had.

John looked down at her and let out a soft chuckle, before his grip around her limbs tightened, the human beginning to raise her up and down on his cock like she was little more then a toy. Of course, Bonbon was not complaining. This is exactly what she had wanted, and now that it was finally here, it was better then she could have imagined.

Her hind legs kicked softly against empty air, and then she managed to hook them around his waist, lifting herself up and down rapidly as she cried out in pleasure, already lost in a whole ocean of it. As she was lifted to the tip of his cock, the waters were still, and then as he slammed her back down all the way to his base, a huge wave of pleasure tore into her, making her howl.

Throughout the howl thing, John stayed almost perfectly silent, the odd grunts of pleasure doing nothing to disaude him from his brutal thrusting. As he fucked the convulsing pony senseless, feeling her cunt clench perfectly around his shaft, as if moulded for it, he gave a nod to Lyra.

The mint green unicorn knew exactly what he wanted and trotted off without another word as he redoubled his efforts, fucking the poor pony even as she howled and convulsed, eyes rolling around and limbs keeping her held against him as she was hammered.

Bonbon’s first orgasm caught her totally off guard, she did not realize what was happening until the pleasure spiked and she screamed out, eyes going wide as her head flopped back. John merely let out a grunt, but to Bonbon, it was like an addict getting their first hit in an age. She wanted more. She wanted more!

She lifted her head up and pressed her hooves into his shoulders, pinning him against the armchair as she used her powerful limbs to drive herself up and down on his cock, which was soon blurring frantically in and out of her snatch. The poor human had not been expecting this, he had not expected her to recover so quickly from her climax and fuck him like this.

There was nothing he could do to stop it however, nothing he could do but get pinned against the back of the armchair and accept that she was going to ride him until she was sated.

Her hooves dug painfully into her shoulder blades, reminding him that ponies, even small ones, had an amazing strength to weight ratio. He gritted his teeth and tried not to cry out, but then she was twisting her hooves, making them dig right into the bone.

His eyes flew wide and a curse tore from his lips, and suddenly the pain had forced him over the edge. He had not been ready, he had been planning to hold off and tease her, but now John was not in control, and it was his turn to scream in pleasure.

The poor helpless human did an almost exact replica of what Bonbon had done, howling like a mare in heat as his eyes rolled back and his cock throbbed rapidly, then exploded inside of her, spraying thick ropes of seed that was not even fertile into her, filling up her womb as his seed frantically tried to knock her up.

Then he came down from his orgasm, almost as quickly as he had gone up. He fell limp against the chair, panting rapidly as Bonbon twisted her hooves more, sending agony tearing through him as she rode his limp cock, trying to get him hard again.

This time it was Bonbon who screamed out however, as Lyra had come back with the red hot branding iron and stabbed it straight into her cutiemark. She squealed and whinned, and then John used his powerful arms to grab her roughly, lifting her up once the branding was done and slamming her down against the dining table.

He took the branding iron from Lyra and roughly tabbed it into her other cutiemark, the sizzling of her flesh followed by her squeals of pain, her juices dribbling onto the table as the abuse served only to turn her on more.

The human let out a cruel chuckle as he pinned her against the table, passing the branding iron to Lyra, who floated it away with her magic.
“That was a very bad thing you did. I think I am going to have to teach you your place now, dear. Lyra, go get the bag of toys.”

Lyra moved off without another word, Bonbon’s new master reaching a pair of fingers down to slowly rub over the new burn marks on her flank, trailing them over the hand shaped pattern as he watched Bonbon squirm with pain.

Bonbon gave a light chuckle, a defiant smirk “If you did not like it, then why did you scream like a mare when I hurt you? I felt how much it turned you on~” She teased, earning an annoyed growl.

Lyra came back with a large black duffle bag and the human dug around in it for a second, pulling out a black leather and steel ring gag that he forced into Bonbon’s muzzle to silence her words.

“We’re going to have to work that defiance out of you.” He taunted, passing a huge strap-on to Lyra.

Bonbon gulped nervously.

Author's Note

surprise, there's three chapters!