Spike's Harem

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I had entered the castle, in search of a book. Curious; I had taken a wrong turn, in search of the archive supposedly located in the basement.

Of course the library is in the open, official part of the castle; as opposed to Princess Twilight Sparkle’s Royal chambers. I would never have dreamt, of entering these.

Everything is purple crystal, aside from the decorations scattered all over the castle. A large, largely empty and abandoned castle is easy to get lost in. For one who has no experience and did not know the layout, that is particularly threatening.

I had opened a large, heavy, steel gray door and entered the room. On the right; I find seven unlocked doors, to empty rooms in the size of large closets. Maybe that had been expected, for a castle? On the left, I can see a locked door. All the doors in the wing are identical to the one I had just stepped through. There had been a heavy, resounding metallic noise, when the door closed behind me. Had it been pushed; or is it natural, for the door to close on its own?

No point, in screaming; I will just get hoarse and lose my voice, for no good reason; when no pony hears me, or comes to my rescue. No pony knows I am here, so why expect any pony to hear me now?

The door behind me is closed and does not open, the door before me is equally closed and will not open for me. I am trapped. I end up, sneaking into the first of the doors to one of these large closets. I leave the door half open, fearing it will just close me up even further. I may or may not suffer from claustrophobia, but why chance it? It isn’t as if the air is damp enough, as it is. The closet could not support me with enough air, I just know it.

I end up, falling asleep in the room. Lying on the cold crystal for my only support.

< --- --- --- >

As I wake up, untold hours later; the room is dark. There is a sense; that some pony had been in the room, I had chosen for myself. If only this had been a pony?

On second thought; I do feel the tightness of a mate, black rubber collar around my neck. While I can not see it, it does have a fist size Amethyst; in the place of the element, in the necklaces the ponies led by Princess Twilight Sparkle. However, I can feel the large gem; if I put up my hoof in a vein attempt, to pull the necklace off of my neck. I had already probed it, in the hopes of taking it of or finding out what it is and what its purpose may be.

For as long as I am alone, the gem is perfectly inert and inactive. It is merely glowing meekly, giving me a sliver of light and hope in the otherwise compact darkness of the underground, in which I had found myself.

While the gem is still dead cold, the rubber is warm to the touch; almost as if it had been alive, or cursed. I can probe and feel the stiff and slippery rubber of the collar around my neck; yet, I can barely even touch it.

“What have I done? What did I do, in order to deserve this?” I ponder.

A moment later, I see a thick, white sheet of engraved paper side in over the floor. It is slipping in between the door over the threshold.

As I look closer, the engraved text is glowing in a deep, dark and menacing purple.

“Incert me into your anal cavity, and I will grant you a large, red and juicy apple!” the text reads.

I read the text, once, twice, thrice and find a clear rubber tube. The tube is clearly intended for anal insertion. Do I dare taking the chance and follow the instruction; or do I ignore the instruction in the hopes nothing bad comes to me? Of course; the promise of an apple, is particularly enticing right now.

I end up, accepting the tube and stand up.

“Here goes nothing! What do I have to lose?” I ponder, as I push in the tube and feel it slide in eagerly.

Maybe just a bit too eagerly. There is a distinct pinch; as the tube plops and rivet itself into my rear orifice.

“Ouch!” I exclaim.

“Who ever slipped in the paper, will know I inserted the tube!” I mutter.

A moment later, the sensation of the tube is subsiding; replaced by the sensation of a crystal clear rubber membrane sliding in, into the anal cavity and covering me from the inside and all the way out. If I could have seen the rubber, it is clearly glistering even in this weak light in the room. It is highly elastic, yet immensely stiff.

“To insert a three inch long rubber tube, is in and of itself not a real sacrifice; yet now it had proven to be more costly, than I could have imagined!” I ponder.

Since I had accepted the offer and inserted the tube, I push out the engraved paper empty. Expecting some kind of a response. There is a moment of pause, nothing happens and it is completely quiet and still; then a stainless steel bowl such as one would feed a pet in slide in, containing the promised apple. The apple is just as large, red and juicy as I had been promised.

I lick my lips in anticipation; half by half expecting the apple to disappear or prove to be spoiled in some way I could not foresee or fathom. I pick up the apple, take the first bite and chew; this is indeed the promised apple and it is delicious.

At first, I had been prepared to just swallow the apple, expecting it to disappear; then I changed my mind, enjoying the treasure, for as long as I am able. I just could not make myself scoff it down, in haste.

Once I had finished the meal, as embarrassing as it may have been, to be served in a pet’s bowl; I had enjoyed it, then pushed the empty bowl out of the room. It is quiet. Nothing happens for what seems an eternity.

A new sheet of paper slips into the room, with a new tube on it.

“Beggars can’t be choosers!” I ponder.

“Incert me, into your vagina; and I will grant you a supremely large, orange and tasty carrot!” the engraving promises.

“At least no pony sees me, right now!” I mumble, as I accept the offer.

Slipping the tube into my vagina is exceedingly simple; since it eagerly slips in, as if lubricated. There is a distinct pinch; as the tube plops and riveting itself into place, in me.

Just as expected, once the tube had plopped, I clearly feel the distinct sensation of the membrane spreading out from the petals of my orchid. I feel how it is coating the entire mound, just as it coats the petals of my orchid; then it spreads inwards and coats me from the inside and out. My entire womb is now effectively coated in the crystal clear rubber. I feel it press out against me, just as I feel myself contract around it. In the process, I am effectively fusing with the rubber. What the consequences of this may be, I have no idea and do not even dare considering it.

Just as I had pushed the sheet back out, the bowl returns with the large carrot I had been promised. I pick it up and examine it. This does indeed look exactly like the carrot I had been promised.

Quietly, I enjoy my prized treasure; chewing it slowly. Why bother to hurry? I have but this one delicious carrot. Who knows if and what I can eat later?

“I am a Pony, not a Dog!” I ponder, in reaction to the notion of eating any faster.

I have nowhere to go, and exactly nothing to do. I know I can’t open the door out. Of course, I could not open any door; leading anywhere but to the wardrobes just like the one, in which I sit and eat right now.

While I would have appreciated company, but right now I am grateful for the solitude and privacy. No pony can see me in my current situation. I do not appreciate eating out of a pet’s bowl, locked inside a small room. Well, at least this is my room. Isn’t it?

In the end, I finish the carrot I had been given; pushing the bowl out of the room, signifying I had enjoyed the meal.

The bowl disappears, replaced by the third sheet of paper and a new tube.

“Insert me, and you will have a large bowl of fresh, cool water!” the message reads.

“If I have already accepted the previous three offers, why not accept this one too?” I ponder.

I pick up the muzzle tube and insert it into my mouth; only to feel the distinct pinch as it plops, when it is riveting itself firmly into place.

Once the pinch is subsiding, the clear rubber is spreading out over my muzzle and lips, aside from into my mouth and coating my tongue, before continuing down my throat. I can only feel the sensation of the rubber so far, before it is blurring out into vague imagination.

I push the sheet of paper out, and is rewarded with the large bowl of water I had been promised. I accept the water, finding it just as refreshing as I had imagined the promise had implied.

While I drink, I feel how the water is flowing into my mouth and down my throat. I feel the water and taste it as if I had never inserted the tube in the first place. Save for the detail of how the water never really does touch me, on its way down my throat.

Only once I had drunk my fill of the water, did I notice how clear rubber is coating my entire form. I had been busy, drinking; distracted, by the joy of fresh water and food. Now I can see and feel the consequences of what I had accepted.

The room is empty, save for the one small mare in the corner of the first wardrobe. I had been fed and watered. In surprise; I notice a second and third meal coming my way. I just had to wait for eight hours.

“Why had I not even tried to escape, before?" I ponder.

Some pony had fed and watered me, I should have managed to escape, while the door had been opened.

While distracted, I had failed to notice it; the gem in my collar had been glowing, but only while the visitor had been in proximity. The visitor is a Dragon by the name of Spike. I do not know him or even of him. I doubt I even heard his name.

After my third meal, I had fallen asleep; in a curious and rather restless slumber. At least; I had been asleep and would find myself rested, once I wake up tomorrow.

< --- --- --- >

I find myself lying on the floor, but at least I am rested. I recall, I had been given food, the other day. I had been fed, like a pet.

On second thought, something had changed. My hooves had been polished. I can see it because they glister in the sparse light. I can also feel it, in the increased hardness to the surface of my hooves. Though I still feel the floor under-hoof, as I trot around on the floor.

There is a bowl before me, a carrot and an apple are waiting for me. I eat and chew content. There is water, and I drink my fill.

I leave the bowls where I found them, pushing the door to my home. The door slides up, quietly and in complete content. I step out, into the room outside and scan the environment. At first, nothing had changed. How unexpected?

On second thought, one door is open, the one opposite the one I had entered. In curiosity, I approach the door and slip in. Quietly. I do not make a sound. Why? Why bother? Of course, I do not wish to call the attention towards me or my person. Not now, not before and particularly not as I am entering this room.

Behind the door, the hall is just purple crystal, just as in the one I had just left behind me. I am giving up the only home I know. Everything I have.

Of course, everything is purple crystal in the castle. Everything, except the doors in this wing. Just after I had passed the threshold, the door is slamming shut behind me. The sound is exactly the same as it had been the day before. It is a silver gray, stainless steel door against the same purple crystal. What to be expected; the sound is identical.

I examine the small rooms behind the doors in the new hall. The rooms are all identical. It is, as if I had never left the previous hall. Although, this hall is much longer.

On second thought, these rooms come with a cushion crafted out of clear rubber. Possibly the same rubber, as the tubes I inserted the other day were crafted out of. Do I dare to touch it? What if I am stuck on the cushion? What else, could the cushion possibly do to or with me?

In the end, I choose to move into the first room of the hall. They are all identical. There is a second room, where the door is locked. The hall is indeed identical to the one I came from.