It was dark. Very dark. As the young white filly's eyes steadily opened, that was all she could see. If she looked hard through the fog of sleep that clung to her eyes, she thought she could see small flecks of light through the fibers of the thick cloth that covered her head.
What happened? was all she could think. Carefully, though every instinct said it was best to stay still, she swung her head around, trying to shake the thick cloth off her Cranium. It was getting really stuffy under there.
"Aha!" A deep, masculine voice whinnied from across the room, and hoofsteps clattered on what sounded like a tile floor, growing louder as the source of the voice drew near. Teeth gripped the top of the thick sack over her head, and it was quickly yanked off of her. Sweetie Belle found her hooves were restrained, so she desperately rubbed her eyes on her shoulders before looking around with clearer vision.
It was quite the setup. A long room with a wall-to-wall window facing her. The floor and ceiling were both bright white, and she was propped up on what looked like a chair but, according to the rows of what looked like beds-but-not-beds next to her chair, could turn into some kind of bed. There were big monitors over the head of each... Screw it, she was calling them beds until other terms were said. There were monitors over the head of each bed. There were other contraptions hanging from the ceiling, but her vision was suddenly obscured by the face of a big, maroon stallion, with a cream mane that had a streak of red in it.
"Well, well, well, it took you long enough to wake up, little Belle!" The stallion laughed, backing his face away from the foal's.
"Who are you?" Sweetie Belle was confused as to why she didn't feel as scared as she probably should. With her front hooves bound and having woken up with a thick beanie over her head, she definitely should be struggling. Maybe she'd been drugged. This, too, sent hardly more than a quick ripple of concern through her nerves.
"My name is Devilish Fantasy, my friends call me Dev- you'll refer to me as 'master', if you would, though." Dev smirked. "Hold on a moment." The stallion cantered out of the room, leaving Sweetie Belle alone in the room. She flicked an ear, about to return to assessing the room when the door clicked open again and slammed shut behind her captors.
Dev walked back into the room with a dark gray unicorn, whose hair was a faded, greyish-indigo color. His eyes were a shocking light purple, and he looked like he'd just turned into an adult pony- maybe only a good six years older than Sweetie Belle. Actually, he and Dev looked the same age.
But the detail that instantly caught her eye was that his horn glowed with a purple aura the same color as his eyes. Dev nodded to him, and the aura disappeared.
Panic flooded into Sweetie Belle's head. So this was why her fear had been controlled so unexplainably. The white foal thrashed about in her bonds, looking around the room in terror.
"Where am I? Why did you bring me here? Where's my sister?" She demanded.
The dark gray unicorn's horn glowed, and though her panic was still there, her muzzle was suddenly clamped shut. "Do not panic, pretty thing. You'll ruin your cute looks." The two stallions chuckled. "My name is Stormy Shock. You've obviously already met my friend Devilish here, of course."
"Mmmpfh! Phmf mm!" Sweetie Belle tried to yell through her magically-induced silence, but it was no use.
"Shhh, all your questions will be answered. See, we've both had our eye on you, Sweet. But we've never been able to fulfill our desires. There's other mares too, and they'll be joining you shortly. But we wanted to test our new ideas on you, pretty thing. See how you'll handle it."
She gasped as the hex on her muzzle was removed, and her lips parted to speak again. "What idea? What are you planning?" Sweetie Belle tried not to ask to many questions at once- she could only smell half-rotten grapes when that curse was on her muzzle, and it wasn't a fun smell. Might as well avoid it.
The two stallions exchanged a truly menacing glance that put ice in her veins. Shock stepped forward gently. "Pretty thing, have you been taught mating education yet?"
The magical aura had muffled her angry screams, and she thrashed more violently in her bonds.
"Quiet!" Shock barked, stomping a hoof. Sweetie recoiled in her seat, terrified as she shook with rage and fear. "We'll have our way with you whether you want it or not, so might as well give in. This place is for us, not you. We're tired of having to be bound by this damned society! Tie up our desires and only dream of them at night!"
"It's disgraceful! It's like being caged!" Dev yelled from behind Shock. They both looked so angry, so riled up, so... excited.
"Now we'll finally get to have all our dreams realized. Let's see what we have to work with." His horn lit up somewhat brighter, and Sweetie Belle's legs were spread apart, her delicate, untouched folds peeling away easily, and like docile deer, unaware of the danger they were in.
"Mmm... what a beautiful pussy you've got on you. Shame it'll be soiled soon." Shock cooed, drawing closer and letting his hot breath rest on her virgin labia. Sweetie Belle thrashed, despite the powerful signals she'd never felt shooting from her nethers.
"I'll just have a little taste..." He murmured, drawing near and gently nuzzling her clit with his nose, before extending just a bit of his tongue out, and drawing a long lick all the way up her female anatomy. As his smooth tongue rubbed along her sensitive clitorois, Sweetie Belle again struggled, trying hard as possible not to whimper. She hated this, but an instinct in her head was beginning to awaken, something more primitive that she couldnt control as easily.
He lapped at her clit again, this time the tip of his tongue flicking it from side to side a few times before he pulled back. Sweetie Belle audibly whimpered this time, much to the glee and amusement of her invaders. Already, she could see the tips of their cocks peeking from their sheath, spreading the skin hiding it open as they slowly extended out. A true lust was in their eyes. Her horror and disgust at them was interrupted as he mind went fuzzy from yet another long, slow lick up her pussy. Sweetie Belle struggled, but found she was getting weaker in her battle against her own natural instincts.
"You beginning to like that? Want more?" He cooed, aiming his hot breath onto her nub.
"S-stmph..." She whined through her magical gag. It disappeared.
"What was that?" Shock grinned, and just as Sweetie Belle was about to speak, the gag stopped her again. He waited, as if actually listening for a reply, before grinning mischevously. "I didn't hear a 'stop', did you, Devy?"
"I didn't e-either..." Dev stammered, brown eyes locked on Sweetie Belle's anatomy. The filly's face grew hot with disgrace, and she struggled against the magic holding back her legs to try and close away the view of her most private area. His horsecock was much farther along in getting erect, the entire head having already climbed out of his sheath. He was leaning back against the wall to allow his snake much easier unsheathing. The filly looked back to her current dominator, who caught eye contact with her and buried his nose into her, lapping furiously at her pussy in a brief fit of licks.
The filly squirmed, losing it all at once as she felt him move upward and begin suckling violently at her clit. She squealed, out of embarassment and a pleasure she couldn't contain nor fight back. She thrashed around, and panted with exhaustion and horror when at last he paused.
He looked up at her, grinning cruelly. "You're starting to like it, huh? You're becoming a slut for my tongue in you, aren't you?"
"N-no..." She murmured, but knew it would do no good. Even as she spoke, some deeply-buried part of her cried out for more, despite the protests of every other side of her conscience. This was wrong. These stallions were evil.
Her mind went blank as she felt him massage at her outer folds with his hooves, sucking on her clit with full force. She wailed, not even realizing her magical gag had long gone away. Her legs squirmed against the restraints of his powers as he drew his tongue along her anatomy again, up and down, in lazy circles.
"N-ngh! No! Stop!" She tried to wail, but they evaporated into moaning as he drove his muzzle deeper into her, now thrusting his tongue into her virgin hole as much as he could without stretching her out. The tip of his nose nudged at her nub, and at last he broke away, eyeing his work.
Sweetie Belle whimpered, tears springing in her eyes from humiliation. "P-please..." She whimpered into her fur, burying her nose deep into her chest fur. She hated this- it was a new kind of torture. As much as her conscious mind protested, the pleasure of his barrage of licking turned every thought she had to static in her brain. She looked over, as if someone would be there to help her, but all she saw was Dev, medial ring just unsheathing. Both of her kidnapper's packages were beginning to flop toward the ground, and in Dev's case his tip was already hanging just above the clean tile floor. Precum already trickled from Shock's own head, and though it filled her with fear, it also awoke a new kind of feeling in her.
As she felt Shock's warm tongue press against her clit again, toying with it and suckling on it like a newborn foal, she finally gave in to nature, letting her own sudden urges take control of her mind and body.
Shock seemed to sense this too, delving deeper into her and sucking at every part of her pussy that he could wrap his lips around. Her labia, folds, clit- none of it was safe as his mouth wrapped around it cleverly and took it into the warm cavern beyond his muzzle. She whimpered, not quite moaning yet, as he pressed his mouth into her, licking at her inner walls.
At one point, she did open her eyes again after closing them from the bliss of it all, and saw both steeds' impressive cocks hanging low to the floor. Dev had long given up trying to support his cock, and all of it flopped on the floor as he rubbed his hoof along part of it up to his medial ring, bucking against his hoof. His teeth were driven into his bottom lip as he watched the scenario before him with hungry eyes.
Shock's legs were spread wide, and beyond his cranium that blocked most of her view of his body, she could just see his own package. His hind legs were splayed out much wider behind him to allow more of his package to fall out easily as he worked, and he could see the need in his eyes. His anatomy was much larger than Dev's- a little less than twice the length, and she could see that his ballsack hung to his knees, and were almost as wide and large as the gap between her spread hind legs. Both stallions had a slippery-looking pool of precum at their hooves, and their genitals seemed to have inflated with dozens more sperm just from the sight of her soft pussy.
Sweetie Belle realized her own pussy was dripping wet from the stimulation, a puddle of it dripping off the chair and mixing with Shock's own pre. At last, her tormentor paused, noticing the mess under him and shuddering as he backed away. "Well, well, look at the mess you've made, pretty thing." He chuckled, tail swishing amusedly. He turned to Dev, who quickly stopped stroking himself and shuffled next to his comrade. "We're not even halfway through with you, pretty thing!"
"What?" Sweetie Belle paused, having been pulled from her pleasured reverie. "What do you mean 'not even halfway through'?"
"You thought I'd just get you all wet and horny, get me and my friend here all hard, and then let you go? Absolutely not! We're still going to have our way with you. Besides- you'll get a test at all our other new toys!"
"Wait, what do you-" The chair snapped back, and her hind legs were released, folds slapping back together with a wet noise as she closed her legs. She was lying on her back in the bed now, and now had a better view of the equipment that had previously been in her peripheral vision and behind her. She now could see the monitor much more clearly. It read Breakage - 0% - Conceiving Progress - 0% on the screen. There was a wide handlebar hanging from the ceiling over her, as well as two handles at the end of the bed closer to her head. Two odd-shaped harnesses hung beside her lower section, connected to machinery that seemed to move it in some way.
"Well, Dev? Would you like to go first?" Shock suggested to his friend. "It's always been more your dream than mine- I'm just here for the fun."
"With pleasure!" Dev exclaimed, trotting forward. The pegasus trotted over, pulling on a lever. Instantly, the two harnesses lowered down, fastening snugly around Sweetie Belle's hind legs before pulling them back and to the side over the rest of her body. An extra piece of machinery she hadn't noticed before moved her tail out of the way and tucked it beside her easily. She writhed, but to know avail. Before she knew it, Dev was standing atop her proudly, holding onto the handlebar with one hoof. His hind legs were spread apart, and his balls hung low, his fully-extended, three-foot anatomy dangling only a few inches from her head. It was almost as long as her entire body, much to her horror.
Dev's free hoof gently rubbed it up and down, and slowly, he lowered himself down. Sweetie Belle's head was propped up at the perfect angle to see it in it's full glory. The balls, wide as her entire body, his extended equine anatomy, the dribbles of precum running down his impressive shaft. It filled her with such fear that for a moment, her lust was cleared away. Then, she realized he was lowering it toward her tight, virgin hole, and a whole new wave of terror barraged her.
"W-wait! That won't f-f-fit inside me! I'll be ripped to shreds if you-"
She screeched as she felt him force his flaccid tip into her, spreading her wide open beyond belief and stretching her entrance. Gripping onto her shoulders, he grunted, shoving it in with all his might with a pop. Sweetie Belle thrashed about in pain, tears again welling in her eyes as she looked down, seeing his broad, flat tip's huge bulge in her abdomen. With another loud groan, pressing his body closer to hers, he tried to slide more of himself in, and Sweetie Belle felt her conscience begin to leave her again as she felt his hot organ sliding along her tender, young walls.
The absolute size of his mighty shaft pressed most of the extra juices out of her, and she felt them gush onto the bed and pool around her nethers. At last, she felt her inner sex begin to resist against his size- looking up, she saw his medial rign wasn't even close to her stretched labia yet. He pulled out with an angry grunt, and for a relieved, happy moment the foal thought he'd given up.
His head slid out again, but then she met his eyes.
They were hungry, lustful. There was no mercy for her.
He pushed against her sensitive hole again as she wailed in a mix of panic, agony, and pleasure. His shaft bunched up, then at last, her pussy gave way, and he slid back inside. His cock was so warm inside of her, filling her entire filly body with it's absolute girth. This time, she realized the bulge in her belly had gone a bit farther. He slid out again, then with a final grunt of boredom, gripped the handles at the head of her bed, and forced himself in all at once.
Sweetie Belle screamed, thrashing around as her ass was lifted high into the air, and he pushed his cock downward into her never-before-used flesh. She could feel her walls stretching and threatening to snap, but for some reason, all she could feel was intense pleasure as her rapist drove himself into her down to his medial ring.
"A-ah... it-it's over now, r-right?" The filly gasped, desperate.
"Not even close." He growled back, pulling out before wrapping his hooves around her hips, and slamming himself into her again. She saw his bulge become much more prominent, tip bending more upwards as her incredibly-small love tunnel tried to resist his size. Her body wasn't meant to take an adult stallion's heftiness yet, even as he lifted his hind hooves onto the mattress, standing over her much more now and pulling her more onto him.
She felt her walls stretch wide, and his medial ring, along with another good inch of his cock, burrowed inside her wet tunnel. He pressed closer to her, and pulled out, sweat beading at the edge of his mane. His tip popped out, and Sweetie Belle realized it now stood stiffly on it's own, throbbing and pulsing. It was a dark, dark red color, almost black, and his medial ring stood out a good inch from the rest of his girth.
"Impressed? Well, I'll give you more then." He chuckled, and before the foal could protest, he rocked into her full force again, this time burrowing all of his three feet into her body, tip stopping just at her chest. He pulled out, then back i again. Each time he slid out, Sweetie Belle tried to take in a breath before the world went white with lust and pain for her. But now, the agony was ebbing from her as her innocence was ripped from her body by the stallion's girthy cock.
He pulled away again, then positioned himself, shoving himself deeper down into her with more force. He began slamming into her with quicker rhythm, slamming into her delicate pussy with all his might. She watched the prominent form of his shaft lift her belly up each time he thrusted in, his tip appearing right before her eyes before disappearing. Over and over.
Their bodies clashed against eachother, and she became aware of him writhing against her, shifting again. This time, his thick, unbelievably warm length twisted inside her, and he drove himself in up to his ballsack, before rubbing the equally-warm flesh against her spread labia and bucking against her before pulling out.
Sweetie Belle didn't know how much more she could take of this. At last, he wrapped his hooves around her legs, beginning to rail her pussy harder and harder. The wet thwacking of his tip meeting the stretched-out end of her own mare anatomy, mixed with the musky scent of his balls, it was driving her to madness. Dev began ramming into her quicker from this new angle he'd just taken on, his tip now jabbing at her g-spot. She squealed in pleasure and a slight bit of pain as her pussy was spread wider around him, and he shattered the fragile amount of civility she had left.
"P-please keep going! Go f-faster!" She finally wailed, pulling on her restraints and squirming with each fast thrust, which parted her walls more and more. With a whinny, Dev obeyed, thrusting deeper into her wet core.
Suddenly, she felt his cock swell, and he shoved himself forward,moaning in glee. For a brief moment, panic resurfaced. "W-wait! I've had a heat already! You can't- I'll-" She was silenced as Devilish forced himself deeper and deeper, and with a loud pop, his balls stretched her no-longer-virgin pussy wider than ever, and she felt every inch of her body coil up and clench tightly.
The little filly squealed as she released her first climax all over her rapist's underbelly, for a solid thirty seconds feeling nothing more than the most intense tightness and blinding bliss she'd ever felt. When at last she finished squirting, Dev bucked balls-deep a few more times into her new tightness, before throwing his head back with a cry and spewing his white-hot semen deep inside her, flooding her uterus with his seed.
His cock twitched inside her violently as he released his obviously saved-up load into her for a good minute and a half, emptying his balls into her. She watched her belly inflate up with his massive cumshot, bulging in front of her eyes. Dev thrusted weakly a few more times, forcing the last drops of his cum into her, before pulling out, limp-again dick swinging around. His maroon fur was damp with sweat, and his eyes were filled with a wild daze as he backed away. Sweetie Belle watched her belly somewhat shrink as a bit of excess come spilled out onto the already-soiled mating-bed.
Stormy Shock was watching, legs trembling and eyes wide. He walked up to Dev, grinning. "Alright, my turn, showoff. Go get yourself cleaned up and come back if you want." The maroon pegasus nodded excitedly, flying off. Shock turned with cold, much more animal eyes. This was not the same lust as Devilish Fantasy had shown. It was more intense, more brutal. It chilled Sweetie Belle to the bone.
"Now it's my turn. I wont be going as softly as my friend there. I've been holding myself back since I saw your pink little pussy, you cumslut. Now, I'm going to bloat you full of my foals too."
Shock stepped up onto the bed, standing over her on all fours, violet eyes piercing into her soul. He stepped closer, his shaft pulsing in front of her face. His horn lit up, and the straps were loosened enough for her hooves to reach it. "Suck on it. Toy around with it. Get it ready to rip you apart."
Sweetie Belle, more out of fear than lust this time, took it in her hooves, gawking over it's size for a moment. Unlike Dev, he had to stand with his legs much farther apart, and just to be able to support the great weight of his much larger equine anatomy. Speaking of weight and size, it was about twice the width and length of Devilish's horsecock. She'd hardly managed to handle Dev's package- how would she ever be able to acclimate to this monstrosity?
Slowly, she ran her tongue over the small hole in the tip, hoping it would work the same way Stormy had eaten her out earlier. Sure enough, the dark gray horse shuddered, cock twitching up. Sweetie Belle rubbed her hooves along it, more to get a feel for the great shape of it than to actually give him pleasure. Yet, his cock perked up a bit more at this. She continued it, licking at the tip and around it gently.
At last, Stormy backed away, his cock now at it's full hardness. It slapped against his belly as he walked backwards, but Sweetie Belle felt only lust for it, watching precum dribble over her.
Shock's horn lit up, and the harnesses on her legs pulled back tighter. Sweetie Belle felt her hole stretch open by force, and she looked up, more excited than concerned. The filly had lost control over her desires long ago, and now all that was left was the primitive yearning to be mated by these stallions.
Her rump was now pulled up into the air ever so slightly by the harnesses, and the unicorn grinned hungrily, no mercy in his eyes. He gripped onto the handlebar over her, pressing his tip against her warm, wet labia. She writhed in pleasure as his entire tip's force was put on the entrance to her love tunnel and her clit, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her. The filly wiggled, eyes wide and excited. "P-please...." She mumbled.
"Oh yeah? You a slut now because one stallion mated you hard? Well, it's about to get a whole lot harder, you fuckslut." And with that, the stallion slammed himself medial ring-deep into her hot tunnel, stretching her wide. His bulge was much, much more prominent, even through her cum-swollen belly. Sweetie Belle yelped in surprise as pain riddled her lower abdomen, reminding her she had limits.
Tears beaded up in her eyes, and she glanced up in terror. "W-wait, I-"
"You dont get a choice!" He roared, eyes hungry as he began pounding himself into her full force, rocking against her with tremendously impressive strength. "F-fuck, this is the tightest damn pussy I've had in a while!"
Shock began bucking into her with much more power, each time stretching her wider. The great form of his huge cock inside her delicate, youthful sex now reached much farther, but even so, not all of his shaft was inside her. She could feel hot precum practically burning her walls as it dribbled like a fountain into her, and the bed creaked and rocked under Sweetie Belle as her rapist forced her deeper into it. She wailed in pleasure and agony as she felt him try going deeper, only for her body to resist much more.
She could feel his hot length pressing against the entrance to her bloated uterus now, threatening entry. "G-gnh! No, wait!"
He grabbed onto her hips, wrapping his hooves around her back, and broke through the last of her body's defenses against his adult cock. She could see his tip prodding at her chest, and feel the heat of his tip pressing into the end of her uterus. Shock slammed deeper into her, at last her body surrendering to his impressive size. Sweetie Belle let herself go more limp, letting him work around inside her as he churned her juices around inside her. Stormy Shock obviously had much more experience with sex than his friend had, working into her and managing to let his cock stab at her g-spot whilst still forcing his length into her body. His balls thwacked against her clit as he worked away at her small body.
"F-fuck, pretty thing, I'm already gonna-" He reared up, gripping onto the handle up above again as he pressed his entire equine anatomy into her, balls and all. A trick he must've learnt from watching Dev, the foal guessed through the pleasure before her mind went blank again. Just as she thought for sure his cock would tear through her uterus, he pushed his cock to the side, and she screamed as his cock shoved into one of her ovaries, before he emptied his balls into her, fertilizing every egg that his friend hadn't gotten to already- and then some as she felt his hot organ work inside both her ovaries, bloating them with his hot sperm. As he came, he managed to keep ramming himself into her full force, at last letting his cock swell with the last probably-gallons of cum his balls had swung heavy with.
Sweetie Belle screamed in glee as she felt her second climax of the night weaken every muscle she had. She clamped tight as possible around Stormy Shock's heavy, still-cumming dick, and squirted her juices all over his length and underbelly. She felt his warm, slowly-softening cock still rubbing around in her insides, and she realized he was still cumming, though not as much. Trying to force every last drop of his white semen inside her, before finally pulling out. His cock was slick with both of their juices, already retreating into it's sheath. Sweetie Belle's pussy flexed and twitched, and her eyes were glazed with pleasure.
"Quite the performance for a pretty thing of your age." Stormy remarked, rubbing his cock tenderly as it sheathed itself. When at last he stopped rubbing, he trotted to the side of the bed and rubbed her incredibly-inflated belly. He'd done a much better job at keeping her filled to the brim with his semen, as shown by her widened abdomen.
"It'll be fun to play with you again in a few months- and maybe all our foals will join in." Stormy Shock chuckled, reaching for the tube that dangled form the monitor over Sweetie Belle's bed. He plugged it into her pussy gently, only breaching her entrance. The monitor's statistics changed suddenly.
Breakage - 100% - Conceiving Process - 1.5% - Conceived Foals With - Stormy Shock/Devilish Fantasy
"Excellent." The stallion chuckled. "You'll have the prettiest foals, I'm sure."
Sweetie Belle whimpered- she could swear she already felt the faint squirming of many foals within her, but it could all just be her body trying to recover. She felt the harnesses loosened on her legs so they wouldn't fall asleep, but they were still poised over her frame.
"Alrighty. See you soon, pretty thing~" Shock singsonged as he trotted away, leaving the filly to rest on the stained bed.
1 Month Later...
"And this is where the true fun happens. Behind that window is the observing deck- but I'm guessing you wont be using it often." The dark gray stallion trotted in with another steed, who looked around.
"It will work just fine. I'm quite impressed with the business you have set up here." The newcomer looked over, eyeing the one filly occupying the space. Her belly was somewhat swollen, and occasionally twitched with the telltale sign of foals being conceived within it. The filly was asleep now, but it was still easy to see that she was much younger than a mare.
"Interesting. Is she the only work you've done here so far?"
"So far, yes. But who's your main target?" Stormy Shock replied.
"Here." The stallion lifted up a picture, and the stallion blinked. "Really, her? Isn't she-"
"Yeah. But there's been some... incidents lately that I feel I should give her a piece of my mind for. Especially after my wife went travelling."
"Very well....
Lieutenant Armor."
Author's Note
Wowza, that was long! Make sure to leave a like or a comment if you want more!
