Wrecked docks, abandoned vessels, and a literal sea of gray. The smell of seasalt mixed with the scent of your roasting mirelurk as you took in the hauntingly beautiful sight of Horseshoe Bay. Sunlight streamed down from errant clouds, skipping across the blueish-gray ocean beyond the bay, reflecting the much brighter blue of the sky. You remember just a few weeks ago, this place was dull, dreary and much, much grayer than now. You’ve no clue what changed, other than a loud crack and a lot of explosions from far off, but you did notice a few positives aside from the much welcome change in scenery.
There weren’t any slavers coming down from up north anymore. Usually, they came by to search for ponies to take, what few were holed up in the Bay anyways. You were able to either hide or bribe the ones you came across, perks of being the only pony who supplied mirelurk, radseal and kraken meat, but now... none came. Good. You hated the bastards anyway, but you knew not to bring attention to yourself by killing them. You wanted to, sure, but you didn’t have the firepower to hold them off for long, especially if they sent griffons or alicorns your way.
Alicorns. You’ve only ever seen the terrifying creatures once before, but you’d prefer to never see them again. It was a while ago, when you were in your formative years. Your father told you to keep your distance whenever Red Eye’s slavers and enforcers came by, but you couldn’t help yourself. You’d used his old binoculars he’d find in a pre-war military stockyard, good condition, and spied on them from afar. That little act got you your mark, a riflescope, but it may have played into far more than simply discovering your talent for long-range reconnaissance, and thus your further talent for hunting.
When you had observed that caravan so long ago, you had taken an interest in the strange, dark-coated mares. You hadn’t seen anything like them before; the closest you could recall was a former Ranger you’d met while traveling with your father. You blushed lightly as you remembered your father’s teasing, playfully chastising you for staring at a mare’s rump, but eventually conceding that he’d ‘hit that harder than an artillery gun’. She did have a nice rump, from what you remember, which may have coincided with your... interest in the alicorns.
For starters, they were huge, standing well above even the larger griffon toms when they would go to ground to inform overseers of ‘prey’. Every feature on them was almost three times the size of a normal pony, although their legs were longer, sleeker, almost svelte. Of course, your adolescent, hormonal brain had to voice its opinion.
You should’ve been afraid; your logical, thinking brain was. But the more instinctual part of your mind at the time didn’t care about fear. It wanted to see something that most wouldn’t care for when faced with the mighty creatures.
It wanted to see some flank.
Now, in your (not much) older age, you’d have chastised your hindbrain and got the hell outta there, but back then, your thirsty teenaged mind could only think of the amount of fap fuel you’d have. And so, your younger self had swiveled the binoculars, and slowly edged the dial forward on the device, slowly zooming in on a single alicorn. You remembered this moment clearly, her coat was a verdant green, almost like a field of grass from the cleaner photos you’ve seen of pre-war Equestria. She turned to speak to one of Red Eye’s overseers, but you weren’t paying much attention.
Instead, you’d taken in the delectable sight of the mare’s ass, perfectly shaped, supple, divine like the goddesses they had been framed from. You remember drooling, your face burning bright with a deep blush, and your stallionhood had unsheathed itself from the sight. You’d even caught a hint of her nethers and plothole, something that you remembered even today. What you remembered more, though, was what she’d done when she had left. In a move that would’ve rendered most wastelanders into whimpering, piss-soaked foals, she turned her gaze... directly at you. And winked.
You’d busted many a nut to the idea of her simply taking you in the night and ravaging you, or you rescuing her from slavers whom surely would’ve turned traitor to her, and being rewarded handsomely for your efforts. Sometimes, you were the slaver, using your captured alicorn as your personal princess to defile.
You shook your head, driving away those old masturbatory fantasies. That’s what they were, really, just fantasies. As much as your younger self would’ve liked, there was no possible way that such beasts would’ve let you survive an encounter with them, let alone have sex with them. You munched on your ‘lurk meat, leaning back in the old lawnchair you’d found, relaxing as you took in the sights and sounds of the Bay from your secluded hillside home. Perks of the Bay? Very few ponies lived here, thus less chance of raiders, more food, and no gunshots. In short, it was one of the only places in the wastes that was almost peaceful, even back when Red Eye’s goons came by.
Your ears twitched gently, the gentle, bobbing sound of waves lapping against the shore, your eyes peering at a family of mirelurks far down the beach. You were tempted to shoulder your rifle, but decided against it. You had plenty of food, and no need to hunt. Instead, you leaned back, the sound of birds flying overhead-
The Bay didn’t have birds.
You sat up immediately, scanning the skies for bloodwings, griffons, pegasi. You couldn’t make much out; the clouds had formed together slightly, slowly moving and settling over your hideout. You caught shadows and silhouettes among the formation, but no definitive shape. You couldn’t see anything at all, they were moving too fast, you were almost certain that they had-
A shimmer of magic, your vision turning a bright green. You tried to run, but you only found yourself pushing against an impregnable wall of force. Your vision began to swim, flashes of purple magic filling your sight as you turned to face your captors. You only made out three sets of legs, blue, purple, and green, a malevolent chuckling playing across your ears.
“Remember us, mine sweet?”
You were out like a light moments later.
***
You awoke with a start.
No, literally. The sound of a warehouse’s huge, engine-powered doors opening had roused you from your magic-induced slumber, exposing you to the cool nighttime air. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes, recognizing that, for the moment, the only light in the room poured in from the night sky, a thick strip of stars dominating the dark blue void that was its backdrop. Your very warm body shivered against the cool air, bringing attention to another strangeness; your body was unusually hot, sweaty even, even your barrel felt... tight. Hot. Like a burning engine trapped within you, and yet, you felt a sort of hunger, or desire, or something. Your unsheathed, twitching shaft tapped against your belly, and that same neediness intensifed. You quickly pushed it down. Someone kidnapped you, and you needed to find out who.
You tried to move, but soon found that your entire body had been restrained, strips of soft fabric tied firmly, yet almost lovingly around all four of your legs, binding you against a huge mattress. Said mattress seemed to be connected to some form of claw arm, as your body was comfortably held up at an angle. Unable to escape, you deferred to trying to acquire knowledge of your location via sound.
Your ears twitched gently, taking in the various sounds in the air. The singing of radcrickets, the sound of waves lapping against a shore, which relaxed you somewhat as it gave evidence that you were still in the Bay. You listened more closely, trying to make out any sound that would give away your captors. Nothing but the sound of bugs and waves met your ears. Damn. Who would kidnap a pony, then leave them in a fucking warehou-
Smoke began to pour in from the doorway, a mixture of hues roiling through the dark cloud. You sniffed the air, squirming as your body tried once again to escape its bonds, to no avail. From the darkness, three pairs of yellow eyes opened, the gentle tap of hooves on concrete approaching you. You could make out horns, three pairs of wings, and thin, alost playful smiles growing upon their lips as they stepped into your vision.
Alicorns!
There they stood, three of the alicorns of Unity, posing dramatically and almost seductively. The left one had a dark blue coat, her bright yellow eyes standing out against the the darkness. Her build was surprisingly trim; lean muscle, healthy barrel and, from what you could see, slim, but still plump hips. The one on the right, though, was a different story; dark purple, and built almost like that Ranger from your memories. To use a phrase your father had used to describe the very same Ranger, she was built like a tank, stronger muscle and more defined than her blue sister, but still very appealing to the eye. And the middle one...
Her!
This was the very same alicorn you’d seen when you were younger! Where the purple was rather muscular, and the blue lean and svelte, this one was thick. What muscle you could see was nice and moderate, between Blue and Purple’s mass, but that was quickly replaced by a thin layer of soft cushion. You could even see a gentle paunch below her barrel, nothing too unappealing, and those hips...
Oh, those hips...
She coughed, her sisters adopting a regular, but still relaxed stance. Smiling warmly, she stepped forward, those goddess-like hips swaying gently with every step. You bit the inside of your cheek, certain you were having some form of wet dream brought about by your reminiscence. A dull pain throbbed through your cheek. Nope, not dreaming.
“Stallion of Horseshoe Bay! I remember you from the days of Unity, when we were sheparded to this place on the whims of Red Eye and the Goddess! I remember your gaze, little stallion, and so do my sisters! Don’t you, girls?”
The blue and the purple nodded, both giggling cutely at their sister’s rather dramatic fashion of speaking. Something you told them of, alongside their equally dramatic entrance.
Purple scoffed. “What, us mares aren’t allowed to have fun?”
You rolled your eyes, before demanding to at least know what they planned for you. Blue was still quiet, staring down at your shaft and licking her lips.
Licking her... oh. Well, that answered that. Even so, Green was more than happy to give an answer of her own.
“I, then we, had noticed you admiring my form from afar! Hidden from the slavers, you looked ‘pon this healthy body with veneration, as you do so now! Myself and my sisters wish to extend our appreciation for such a compliment!”
Your ears were ringing by this point, and you politely asked ‘greenie’ to lower her volume. Surprisingly, she obliged, leaning forward to nuzzle your cheek. Even while tied down and unable to move effectively, taken ‘prisoner’ by these mares, you still felt appreciative of the affectionate gesture.
“We... I apologize for my volume. The loss of our Goddess has been taxing, but my sisters, Alkippe and Amaltheia, have been wonderful in their assistance. I’ve mostly become accustomed to more independent speech, thanks to them!”
The purple one, Alkippe, you assumed, trotted over to her sister, giving her an affectionate nuzzle. “Damn right, Amara. The both of us had been keeping you occupied, reminding you of the rather appreciative stallion. I still remember when we found you when the Goddess... left us. You were searching for ‘the venerator of mine healthy buttocks’! Ain’t that right, ‘Malty?”
‘Malty’ simply nodded, not really paying attention to the conversation, still staring at your dick. Was she drooling?
Alkippe chuckled. “Heh, I guess Almatheia’s still hungry for action ever since she found that sex shop. Silly mare had a cockgag in her throat for almost an hour before I finally convinced her to take it out, on the promise that she got some real cock.”
Your member twitched. Amaltheia gulped down her drool.
“Methinks sister Amaltheia may have been a whore before her ascendance.”
Alkippe giggled. “I’m certain the more polite term would be ‘slut’, Amara. Anyways, perhaps we should allow our sister her prize before she drowns in her own drool?”
Amara clapped her hooves together excitedly, sidling herself up against you, alongside Alkippe, each taking up a side of you and snuggling up against your sides. Well, as much as the two could when leaning against an angled surface. Amara pressed her muzzle under your chin, her much larger frame quickly apparent as her forehoof brushed against your shaft, forcing a sharp gasp from you, while Alkippe saw fit to nip and kiss up your neck. You shivered in your bonds, the added fact that open air and sky just beyond made it very easy for any passersby to witness your predicament adding to the pleasant sensations. That’s one new thing you learned about yourself, at least. But, you grew curious; where was-
A warm, wet sensation playing across your tip quickly answered that, Amaltheia’s form shimmering back into existence as she stared up at you through half-lidded eyes, her lips clasped firmly around your head as her tongue slipped down your shaft. Unable to hold it back, you let slip a tiny, low moan, sinking into your now surprisingly comfortable bondage. Alkippe giggled, while Amara saw fit to stifle your moans with a deep, hungry kiss, Alkippe whispering huskily into your ear.
“Yeah... she’s pretty skilled, isn’t she? Guess that’s why she had that cockgag in her throat for so long. You should’ve seen her; she was like a filly in a candy store with that thing down her throat...”
Your shaft pumped out a glob of pre from that, Amaltheia moaning breathily around your shaft as she sank down, her tongue swirling and teasing as you felt your tip press against the back of her throat. You slipped in effortlessly, the blue alicorn’s excessive drool providing easy access. She paused for a moment, only slightly, then continued to take your shaft down her throat, swallowing and slurping thickly as she did so. Your eyes rolled back into your head, moaning into Amara’s mouth as her tongue slipped into your maw, easily overpowering yours from sheer size alone, further stifling your cries of bliss. You felt Amaltheia’s lips press against your base, her saliva flowing over your sack and onto the mattress beneath you, her hooves slipping upwards to tease your balls as she began to swallow, mercilessly subjecting your shaft to blinding ecstasy, her tongue swirling endlessly, drawing more and more pre from you.
Soon enough, with the help of Alkippe feigning desperate pleas and demands, you came, emptying what seemed like a weeks worth of spunk down Amaltheia’s throat, the blue alicorn moaning blissfully as she greedily drank down your cum. Amara pulled away, allowing you to look down at her sister, the sight of which almost immediately resetting your refractory period. Pinprick tears beaded at the corners of her half-lidded eyes, her mouth sloppy with both drool and your own seed, her cheeks full of your spunk as she slowly slipped off your now glistening shaft. She stood up, and, without warning, kissed you full on the lips, forcing your own foal batter back into your body, the somewhat creamy yet bitter taste forcing you to gulp down the lewd concoction. Once she was sure that you were done, she pulled away, opening her mouth to display that, indeed, she had swallowed her fair share of cum. She closed her maw, giggling gently.
“Betcha weren’t expecting that, huh?”
Well, she’s[i/] got a cute voice. Almost angelic, innocent even. She turned her gaze for a moment, her horn glowing as you felt whatever assembly the mattress was connected to tilted upward, leveling out to be parallel with the floor. Satisfied with her work, Amaltheia and her sisters climbed atop the mattress, and you found yourself quickly buried under the three mares, all of them nuzzling, kissing and giggling playfully as they snuggled up quite intimately with you. After a few moments of surprisingly gentle cuddling, all three of the alicorns rolled off of you, now circling the mattress like sharks.
“So, you’ve a thing for rumps, yes? Well, we’re perfectly willing to offer up ours; the question is, which do you prefer?”
Without warning, you felt the netherlips of one of the three mares press against your member, this one impossibly wet and winking needily. Its owner shook her hindquarters playfully, smearing your cock with her juices.
“Tight and lean?” Amaltheia said, her breathing husky and very, very aroused. It seemed her deepthroating had set her off quite badly. But, almost as soon as it came, the warm, wet marehood left your shaft, replaced with a less wet, but far, far stronger feeling set of nethers. It almost felt pulling; where Amaltheia’s was very obviously in need of a good rutting, this one felt far more commanding, almost greedy in its desire to pull you in and work you to climax.
“Strong and fit?” You heard Amaltheia scoff at Alkippe’s claim. “If by ‘fit’ you mean ‘body builder mare’, sure, whatever helps you sleep, Kippy.”
You could almost feel Alkippe’s eyes roll from here, the mare taking the time to sit on your shaft, threading it between her tight, and admittedly very strong asscheeks. You grunted as she squeezed a few times, working you up slightly before pulling away, ripping a groan of need from your throat. So, that was Alkippe’s proposal, so that meant-
You sucked in a breath as you felt soft, smooth asscheeks slip halfway around your shaft, Amara’s marehood pressing insistantly at your shaft. Her clit winked rhythmically against your cock, her cheeks clenching gently to squeeze a tiny moan from your throat. She giggled, wiggling her ass before speaking. “Or thick and jiggly?”
You couldn’t voice your decision fast enough or loud enough. Amara laughed, before... pulling away from your length. You nearly cried in disappointment, only for her face to appear in your sight, leaning down to nuzzle and kiss you. She pulled away... then turned. That legendary ass, the one that had been burned into your mind, now hovered over your face. You silently thank all the gods and goddesses in existence that the mares were as clean as they wer, before her rear descended upon your face.
Amara’s asscheeks surrounded your head almost totally, her tail swishing back and forth as she ground her marehood against your muzzle. Eagerly, you obliged, your tongue lapping against her already wet netherlips, prying them apart and slipping in to flick against her delicate folds. The green alicorns moans tickled your ears, almost like a choir of angels were singing directly into your brain. Or something; you weren’t a very poetic stallion, but to you, you spoke the truth. You’d nearly lost yourself in her hindquarters until you felt a sopping wet, greedy slit press against your throbbing, aching cock. Amara giggled through her moans, while Amaltheia simply panted and whined whorishly.
“Goodness, sister! I’d never thought you’d be so... needy!”
Amaltheia responded with a grunt, then a squeak, and finally a muffled moan as wet smacking sounds echoed from above. Before you could even question what those sounds were, you let out a muffled cry of ecstasy into Amara’s slit, her blue sister’s nethers allowing you to slip into its hot, tight, slick embrace.
You had no clue how much time had passed, but you were certain that this act would be carried long into the night as Amaltheia squealed and moaned through her fifth orgasm, her tight, lean ass bouncing against your hips with a surprising amount of jiggle for her physique. She was wet, too, her juices splashing and dripping everywhere around your lower half, forcing you to wonder dully if she was part seamare or something. Eventually, though, you felt your climax nearing. You moaned deeply into Amara’s crotch, your licking, nipping, tugging and general worship of her marehood intensifying with every thrust of Amaltheia’s hips. You felt your balls churning heavily, before lurching upward with a thick squelching noise.
You felt your shaft erupt inside the mare, her squealing moan and the flapping of her wings very audible even through Amara’s thick cheeks. You felt your seed slowly drip down your shaft as you filled the blue alicorn, quiet squirts punctuated by a tiny squeak as you fully emptied yourself into her. Eventually, the flood subsided, and both Amara and Amaltheia slipped off of you... before Amalthea began crawling up to you, nuzzling your cheek before turning, almost exactly like Amara, only this time, you were treated to the sight of Amaltheia’s cream-filled pussy, alongside the sensation of Alkippe’s magic slowly stroking your shaft.
Without any cereomony or fanfare, Amaltheia sat on your muzzle, pressing her cum-filled cunt to your muzzle. “Eat,” she said, her innocent, angelic, albeit husky voice contrasting heavily with her rather explicit demand. As you felt yourself harden again, and Alkippe saddle atop your length and begin to slip your shaft into her, you obliged, greedily eating out Amaltheia’s marehood, swallowing mouthfuls of your load and her juices.
This wasn’t going to end anytime soon.
***
You lay curled up in the center of the three alicorns, upon a thick nest of bedding, fabrics and the like in the security office of the warehouse. They had been staying here, watching you, learning your movements before they had finally taken you.
You felt sore, but in a very, very satisfied sort of way. The alicorns had ridden you for Goddesses knows how long, having finished up with you eating probably a good dinners worth of your own semen, alongside filling each of the mares with at least four loads each. You learned now, though, that they had been conditioning you, slowly breaking you down until you were willingly obedient to their demands. Of course, they knew not to force you into anything; strangely, they’d seemed to admire you, with Alkippe saying that it had been because you ‘had the balls to practically fuck an alicorn with your eyes while they were still in Unity’ and under Red Eye’s employ, no less.
Your hoof tiredly traced your newly earned collar. Apparently, Amaltheia had snagged it from the same sex shop where she found her cockgag, which she now, amusingly, slept with it on. It’d been a front for some sex club, hidden from the Ministry of Image; some place that involved a clocktower, you can’t remember. You weren’t exactly all there after Alkippe had pumped you with enough aphrodisia spells to make a veteran Ranger beg for release. Still, you smiled nonetheless.
Being a pet for a trio of alicorns doesn’t sound too bad, anyways.