Fallout: Equestria - The Rapeverse

Chapters

The Slave
The Abomination
Black Hat
PH: The Filly and the Wretch.

The Slave

Read Chapter 2 Equestrian Wasteland from the point Littlepip meets the slavers, to when Cracker tells her about the Sprite Bots.

We listened to the Sprite-bot's cheery tune as it faded into the distance. The silence which pervaded after such a random encounter slowly killed whatever feeling of hope the song tried to inspire.

We approached a bridge which crossed over the river that curved along our path. Its waters seeped along the banks like black, oozing blood. The waves were slapping and slurping at the rotted wooden piers.

The crossing was fortified like a labyrinth. The silhouettes of ponies milled around the traversal like sentries. My hopes were dashed upon seeing the gorey decor of decomposing heads jammed upon spikes that adorned the bridge.

The sight of dead and decapitated pony bodies hanging from meat-hooks, and the reek of death in the air, nearly made me vomit.

It was a horrific sight.

Cracker ordered the spear-wielding pony--Cagey as I learned his name to be--to guard us, while he and Sawed-Off went to pay the toll-ponies.

Using Monterey Jack as cover, I floated out my screwdriver and a bobby pin to pick the rusty manacles off my hooves. They were in such bad shape, I could have easily broken the lock; but the noise would've given me away. Despite my confidence and experience, I had trouble finding the sweet spot right away.

"Yoo uff fo soffem, ain ya!?" Cagey moved around Monterey, glaring at me suspiciously.

"Cagey, get those slaves movin'!" Cracker shouted from the bridge.

"Ou 'erd 'em, geth moofin'!" Cagey muffled as he brought the broad side of his shovel-spear to the back of my head, and roughly shoved me forward.

I pretended to stumble, lowing my head so they couldn't see the magic, as I quickly and subtly placed my screwdriver back into the tool holster of my Stable Utility barding.

We crossed the Ponyville bridge.

I cast glances into the crazed eyes of the mentally insane equicidal maniacs occupying the bridge. They started cat-calling me while we crossed, and I screamed when one grabbed my rump. I'd never been sexually harassed like this in the Stable, hell, I considered myself blessed if anyone ever noticed me.

"Hey!" Cagey came to my defense, squaring off against the harasser, who I was surprised to see was a mangy coated mare.

"They're paid up Stab Happy, let'em pass!" I assumed the one who berated my harasser was their leader; also, I did NOT want to know how and why a pony got a name like that.

We made it to the outskirts of the town from the opposite side of the bridge we crossed earlier.

Sawed-Off the shotgun wielding Unicorn brought the conversation back to Cracker's promise of "sampling us".

"Good thing you had me there, Cracker, I bartered them down into taking half of the usual rate; I'd say that's deserving of a little reward," Sawed Off cooed while brushing my mane with the barrels of his shotgun. "If it was you, they would of just attacked; I keep tellin' ya intimidation is not always the best way."

"Wet's fuffem owe a'fore whey get thu da fawist." The shovel-spear stallion suggested around a mouthful of handle.

"Cagey's right, boss; when are we ever gonna get another fresh, clean piece of Stable flank like this cutie again?" Sawed-Off leaned in towards me and sniffed deeply.

I would have been flattered by the compliment had he not invaded my personal space. Oh, and not been an evil degenerate stallion. I pinned my tail down and tried to shift away, but the manacles around my legs didn't offer much retreat.

Cracker looked back and slowed to a stop, his eyes roaming all over my body. It felt like a violation. The other two slaver ponies remained quiet but eager as they waited for their leader's decision. Cracker looked at his fellow ponies and back at the way we were going.

The fucker was actually considering it!

Cracker shifted, his metal shod hooves clinked against the stony road as he stood before me. He lifted his jagged metal hoof. I felt the cold, sharp point of his spiked pony-shoes on my chin--forcing me to look into his bloodshot eyes as he studied mine-- before he slowly trailed the rusty metal spike down my neck in a sensual touch.

He was huge, or maybe I was just small. All I could see ahead was his leather clad chest.

His jagged metal shoes hooked onto the zipper clasp of my Stable Utility Barding, and dragged it down, exposing more of my breast to the cool night air.

"Please... Don't." I tried begging him with my pleading eyes to not do this, despite my growing sense of unease.

"You're right, she is a little cutie, ain't she." Cracker said, ignoring my obvious discomfort.

The others chuckled darkly.

I closed my eyes and tried to hold my breath as the smelly stallion invaded my personal space, even as he smelled my mane. His snout brushed against my ear which I pinned back trying to avoid him touching me.

"And damn you smell good," He whispered huskily in my ear.

"Listen up, sweetie, here's some ground rules. You can either let it happen, and 'try' to enjoy it, or... we make it hurt. If you scream too much we'll cut out your tongue, if you try anything painful, we'll knock out all your pretty white teeth. We don't need you to be perfect when we sell you off, we just need you alive. You understand?"

It wasn't a question.

"I... don't... please... you don't have to do this..." My voice shuddered through my tightening throat, croaking out one last plea for mercy, as fearful tears formed blinded my eyes.

"That's not how things work out here in the real world; in the wasteland, blood flows, little pony, blood flows." Cracker said coldly, looking down at me. "Alright boys, let's have some fun."

That got a couple whoops out of the other two.

My eyes shot open in terror as I felt the world slip away under my hooves while my heart just stopped. They were going to rape me! I started to shake, the chains around my legs were clinking. Then a massive weight suddenly pressed down on my back.

I screamed in fright. Cagey with the shovel spear was mounting me the moment after Cracker gave the okay. I could feel his rancid stench pouring over my body, seeping into my coat.

I was panicking. I tried to fight him off, but I didn't have the strength; his forelegs were hooked around my flanks so tight I couldn't move.

Sawed-Off rammed into both of us, interrupting Cagey's rape. "Hey, who said you got to have first ride!"

Cagey was pushed off my back and spit out his shovel-spear, sticking it in the dirt. "I ain't never got first ride," he complained.

"And you ain't never gonna; when's the last time you had a bath, Cage; sometime last year?" Sawed-Off teased, while keeping his shotgun close. "I don't want to be smellin' your leftover stink while I'm ruttin' this filly!"

I was shell-shocked and conflicted. On one hoof, I was grateful for the intervention of my rape, but on the other hoof, I was temporarily rescued by another soon-to-be-my rapist, and on the third metaphorical hoof, I was still screwed both literally and figuratively.

They were arguing over who was going to rape me first.

I was so small, and they were so Goddess damned big. Just like all the bullies in the Stable, I knew there was no way I could ever overpower them. Not with my one meager magic spell, or my small, pathetically weak body.

I cursed my small frame. If only my mother hadn't drank during her pregnancy with me, then maybe I wouldn't have been born stunted; a 'cider foal' the mean stable ponies called me behind my back. If only I had been born special, and not defective.

I couldn't believe the cold callousness of their banter, the easy look in Cracker's eyes as my own shrank to pinpricks. How many times had they done this to other ponies? I knew the answer had to be 'a lot'. I started to regret everything. I wished I'd stayed in the Stable and faced whatever punishment or ostracization was in store for me by the Velvet fan-ponies. I hoped that wherever Velvet was that she was safe and unmolested...

It was then I realized that my first time wasn't going to be with the one pony I've yearned for all my life. My whole plan of bringing Velvet back and having heroic victory sex with the mare I desired all my life started to blow up in my face. I felt tears begin to fall. No! I don't want this! Not with these smelly, disgusting, evil ponies! And certainly not with any stallions!

Stallions...

Oh fuck. I could smell a musky, dirty scent in the air. I looked around and could see the slaver ponies cocks dangling below their bellies.

Bile rose in my throat as I looked at their thick floppy horse dicks. The two Earth Ponies--I noticed right away--were as big as my foreleg.

They weren't even fully hard yet!

The Unicorn holding the shotgun had more length than girth compared to the other two. Cagey was short, but girthy, and the other Earth pony, Cracker, was clearly the breadwinner. A massive grey log of flesh curved heavily below his belly; thick and long with a fat flare the size of his hoof. He obviously had some draft pony in his bloodline.

"Neither of you will mind if I take first ride," Cracker stated cheerily as he approached me, much to the chagrin of the other two. "Or you can just not have a turn." He added, getting hateful looks from the others, both of which held their tongues.

Cracker pointed at a large boulder nearby. "Put your hooves up on that rock," he ordered me gruffly.

I was frozen, the little pony in my mind was banging her hooves against the giant steel door of Stable 2 begging to be let back in, her hooves bloodied and splintered from the impacts.

Cracker got impatient and bit me above the withers hard enough to leave a bruised bite mark, dragging me to the boulder then throwing me against the rock.

The chains still around my hooves clinked and clattered, causing me to stumble into the boulder, landing partially on my chest and side.

I screamed at the sudden rough treatment, I begged and pleaded for him to not do this, repeating the words 'no' and 'don't' as many times and quickly as my little lungs would allow.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" He slapped me hard.

I gave a high pitched cry from the shock of pain to my face. I lifted my forelegs to protect myself, but the manacles around my legs didn't allow much protection. He slapped me again, not as hard this time, and I made sure to stay silent. He must have been skilled with using those spiked pony shoes, because I realized too late what those sharp points could have done to my face. Not that I felt there was anything worth saving there.

Cracker hovered over me and placed his roughly shod spiked pony shoe on my face, letting the sharp points rest on my cheek. "You scream like that again, and I'll mess up that pretty little face of yours," He growled. I could smell his foul breath against my cheek.

He was so big and strong, it was like trying to fight off a mountain.

I nodded, sobbing. He pulled away, while I remained curled in the fetal position.

Fearful tears flowed freely down my cheeks, while the strong Earth pony slaver turned me away and forced my breast against the rock while taking position behind me; leaving my rump presenting itself to him.

He kicked my legs apart, spreading them as wide as my hobbled hind legs could go. I couldn't kick him back if I tried.

I tried to pin my tail down, to deny him access, but Cracker had control over that as well, and roughly pulled my tail aside; giving him a full view of my femininity.

I was nothing but a piece of meat. I felt like a piece of meat.

"Goddesses, you are perfect," I heard Cracker huff behind me, squeezing my flanks. "You definitely ain't no filly, but you ain't a mare neither," he chuckled darkly. I tensed as he covered me, my ears pinning back as he whispered right next to my head.

"Are you a virgin, sweetheart? You can tell me." His tongue roughly dragged across my cheek across the trail of tears.

I tried to pull away, but he forced my head back and mashed his lips against mine, forcing me to kiss him. He pinned my body down as I struggled to get away, his heavy bulk keeping my body firmly planted on the rock, the chains clicking together at my distress.

I kept my mouth sealed shut, scrunching my nose to keep from touching him. After the first kiss Cracker started tonguing my lips, attempting to force them apart, it felt disgusting having his wet muscle touching my mouth. I tried to hold my breath, but his foul smell suffocated me, forcing me to breath with my mouth open. Cracker forced his tongue into me, dancing it around in my maw, touching his tongue to mine while I inhaled his foul breath. He withdrew, having taken my first kiss, while I coughed and choked from the stink; spitting out the saliva he left in me.

Cracker went back to admiring my plot. The sharp points of his spiked ponyshoes dug into the soft fat of my rump, and he pulled my cunt apart, exposing my sex for his viewing pleasure. I guessed he was checking to see if I really was a virgin, looking for the most obvious evidence.

I never put much stock into my hymen. In fact, I never expected another mare would ever, nor could ever be able to pop my cherry. But now that the subject was brought up, I just realized again something that was precious to me--something that was exclusively mine to give--was also going to be taken from me.

Cracker already took my first kiss, and now... he was going to take everything else.

It wasn't going to be Velvet, or my true love; whomever that would have been in the future. I had always wished it would be Velvet, but in the back of my mind I knew that it would never last. She was popular, talented, and I was... nothing. Now the only thing I was going to be was a raped and violated victim. A pony like Velvet would never lay a hoof on a tainted mare like me, nor would I want her too; she was so perfect. That thought hurt worse than the vile and perverted acts being enacted upon me.

I would never get to share my first experience with a pony I loved and admired.

It was going to be the evil stallion behind me. He was about to take my choice, my purity, my innocence, my virginity, my first... with his big, fat, long, dick.

I felt bile rise in my throat again.

And now Cracker knew it too, and he relished it.

I couldn't speak, my body only shook in terror while I stared ahead at nothing; trying to withdraw into my mind, the only place I could find escape from this nightmare.

"Oh fuck yes, I'm gonna enjoy you, sweetie," I heard him shudder, his breath playing at my nethers. He moved under my tail and delivered that same rough lick to my slit. I shuddered and whined as he started to violate me with his vile tongue.

All I could do was whimper and mewl pathetically as the slaver touched me.

Part of me was glad he didn't mount me right away like Cagey tried to do, but I knew he wasn't doing this for my sake. He was using my body to slake his lust, that much was clear to me by the way his face pressed firmly into my cunt.

My vulva parted around his strong licks, before sticking his tongue into my vagina.

It was like having an invader in my body. The feeling was so alien to me, his wet muscle writhing around in my canal. Inside my body.

I squirmed at the sensation, clamping my walls to deny him further access into my depths. But it was a futile effort. There was simply nothing I could do except lay there and take it, letting Cracker have his way with me; his long strong tongue easily parted my weak walls, slipping inside without much resistance.

He nipped at my nether lips, suckled on my flesh, and violated my hole with his tongue. It was like he was making out with my vagina, tonguing and a suckling at it.

His muzzle pressed firm against my cunt, while his forelegs squeezed my flanks and spread them apart, trying to get his eager wet muscle as deep into my body as possible; tasting every inch of my untouched virgin hole.

Cracker's tongue was so strong he lifted my rump off the ground in little bumping motions with every powerful lick up my slit.

I wanted to pee in his mouth, but I feared what horrible acts of violence would done to me if I had. Hell, for all I knew these dirty, disgusting, degenerate stallions might be into that sort of thing.

"You taste good, and that fucking smell," I heard him groan beneath my tail; his lips vibrating against my cunt as he spoke, while hot breath puffed against my nethers.

I was too preoccupied with the violation of my body to really absorb the compliment.

"Hurry the fuck up, Cracker; we want our turn," the Unicorn Sawed-Off complained.

"Yeah!" Cagey uttered his agreement.

Cracker stopped, leaving my wet rump alone for now. "Ya'll shut the fuck up, while I'm workin' this cunt; if you want a rut so bad, then have a go at the other one!" He yelled back, and continued to savor the taste of my sex.

I looked back to check on my fellow slave, while Cracker's powerful licks forced my body to bump back and forth on the boulder. Monterey looked cautious, trying to avoid the other two slaver's gazes. Sawed Off didn't seem interested, but Cagey kept casting glances at the slave as if he were considering it.

My lips were swelling, his forceful ministrations were having an affect on me, causing my sex to tingle in pleasure. Somehow that made it all so much worse. I was gay. I liked fillys. I don't like stallions. Didn't want this. But my body refused to listen.

His tongue was deep in my vagina. I tried to squirm away, lifting a manacled hind leg, but somehow that allowed him deeper entrance to my depths, and I promptly put it down.

I felt myself leaking and Cracker tasted it, lapping my arousal with wanton lust. A feeling welled at the end of my vulva. I tried to hold it back, but I couldn't stop myself from flexing.

My lips parted and I fucking winked at my rapist.

"You're lovin' this, ain't ya, filly; love it when a big, strong stallion eats your pretty filly pussy," he whispered huskily under my tail.

My head buried itself between my forelegs, trying in vain to hide my burning shame. I couldn't stop winking.

"You're just begging for it now, ain't ya? You want this big stallion cock in you, huh?"

I sobbed while he continued to tongue-fuck me. Fresh tears falling from my face. I didn't like this. Didn't want this. I didn't. But it was happening all the same. My body had betrayed me in order to protect me from what was coming. But I still hated it. Hated that I had become aroused, leaking copious filly fluid on my rapists eager tongue.

Cracker shifted behind me, drawing my clittoral hood into his mouth and suckling on it like a foal. I winked again, and he buried his tongue into my clit. I couldn't stop myself from winking into his mouth, no matter how much I wanted it to stop. He was pleasuring me, toying with my swollen flesh, I didn't think I could hate myself more; until another feeling swelled within my loins.

My cunt muscles flexed again sending a spurt of my lubricant onto Cracker's muzzle. I squirted. Not much from what I could feel. It was the kind of climax I'd experience when not fully aroused, yet not fully sated. Basically it was like rubbing one out, but with none of the satisfaction of reaching true orgasm.

All I could think was that a stallion had made a gay mare come.

Cracker chuckled at my minigasm, lapping it up. Maybe to him I was just leaking more copiously than before.

He drew his tongue up and down between my slit again, parting my lips as he drew upwards, and licked deeply as his warm wet muscle passed over my cunt hole, then lapped over my perineum.

His wet muscle played around my protruding sphincter, even lapping over and prodding against the puckered hole before drawing the whole thing into his mouth and nipping at my erect rectal flesh.

Cracker pulled away while still kneading my rump, admiring his work at having successfully gotten me wet.

My cunt had been thoroughly eaten out.

I felt a single cold drip of my juices running down my thigh.

I looked back at Cracker with a pathetic expression, my chest lowered against the rock and wet rump still presenting itself to him. He gazed back into my eyes with a look of smug pride and confidence, he showed me the instrument that was violating me, the long pink muscle lapped around his muzzle cleaning me off.

"Time for the main course," he chuckled darkly.

Oh he wasn't just a rapist but a comedian too.

The others were stomping and scraping their hooves on the ground impatiently, but kept quiet as they watched their boss work. "I'm losing out on a lot of caps by popping your cherry myself, any whore house would pay big money to have you."

Cracker moved above me, covering my back with his muscular bulk, his stench pouring over me. Something warm and heavy pressed itself against my loins, before smacking against my underbelly.

I didn't want it touching me, it felt disgusting, and smelled even worse.

"But there're times a stallion jus' has to treat himself," Cracker sighed above my head, while drawing his hips back.

That warm pole of flesh moved along my underbelly, brushing over my teats. The tip slid against my lips, before parting my flesh and resting his fat battering ram at the gates of my femininity.

Cracker took his time prodding himself against my sex, shifting his penis back and forth, working himself between my wet lips. I felt my entrance stretching around his bulbous glans with every prod, ready to open up and admit his stallionhood. Until the head of his cock notched into place at the precipice of my vagina. My purity and innocence. My virginity.

I breathed harder in anticipation and fear, my muscles tensing as I awaited what was to come. My hole was open, wet, and ready. There was nothing stopping it now.

Cracker pushed forward, my cunt stretching around his fat domed head. I grit my teeth and whined, trying to pull away before the sensation became too much. My hole straining to take his mass.

It felt like I was about to be ripped apart, then I felt something give, and his flare went from stretching my entrance, to stretching my insides.

I hated the dichotomy of the moment. It hurt, but it wasn't that bad. I could endure this, but I still hated every moment of it, and every twinge of pleasure it brought me. Despite all this, my face flushed with effort. Cracker pushed forward, his cockhead stroked something inside me, and I had to cover my moan with a hoof.

My vaginal muscles were contracting and squeezing, trying to push the mass out of me, but it only made Cracker's presence inside that much more noticeable.

Cracker groaned above me, and kneaded my flanks as his member flexed. He was flaring already!? The already too big cockhead just grew two more sizes inside my cunt.

It was too much, I tried to move, to lessen the intense pressure and pain in my loins. Instead, I came; my body convulsed, I shuddered and the product of my orgasm dripped wetly behind me, barely making it passed the plug stuck in my cunt. I imagined a bubbling, dribbling mess leaking back there.

Cracker just stood there, relishing the moment with his massive flare just inside my vagina, before moving on to greater depths. He gripped my flanks and humped, pushing into me a little bit at a time with that swollen flare, my walls were stretching beyond their limits, while my lips squeezed, suckled, and caressed his smooth Earth Pony shaft. Not trying to push him out anymore, but almost like they were inviting him to go deeper.

I groaned in discomfort while squirming beneath him as my body was filled with stallion meat, then I yelped in shock as I felt the sharp pinch of my hymen being broken.

I laid my head on the rock while Cracker continued to push in passed where my hymen had been broken, the pain and discomfort barely registering to me now. A single tear fell from my eye, I was frozen in the moment I'd lost my virginity, purity, and innocence. I sobbed, hating every tingle of pleasure and discomfort that filled my vagina. My traitorous body making me like the new sensations I'd never felt before.

Cracker pushed through the rest of the way, his cock burying itself deep inside me in one continuous dive.

It was done.

Here I was laying on a rock with a stallion deep in my rump, my cunt stretching around his thick shaft, feeling the warmth of his mass deep in my body.

Everything down there was heat and pressure.

Cracker groaned above me, not waiting for me to get used to him stretching me so wide, and started stroking in and out. A little at first, but then his thrusts became longer and faster.

My body was being drawn back every time he retracted, then pushed forward when he sank back in.

It was too much. I squirmed beneath him, trying to lessen the sensations he was assaulting me with his huge Earth Pony cock.

I didn't realize it until after Cracker settled at a steady pace, but I was have one long continuous orgasm. The spasms forced me to lift my rump higher, accidentally allowing Cracker the perfect angle for stroking my insides.

I was gasping for air, beads of sweat poured from my brow. Everything down there was pushing, pulling, and squeezing all at once.

Cracker slowed down and pushed against me. Apparently he wanted me to take all of what he had to offer. I felt a pressure against my hole, trying to stretch me even wider. The sensation grew, and grew, until it too slipped right in.

I shook my head, confused as to why this was happening to me; but those thoughts were shattered when something even thicker forced its way into my vagina.

Cracker's medial ring slipped inside, stretching my entrance even further beyond its limit.

I felt stuffed. It was like somepony had their whole leg up my rump, bucking against my stomach. I could distinctly feel where his flare was in my body, and the thick base of his rod just outside my pussy. He still had more to give, and I seriously doubted I could take it. Much less did I actually want to.

One more thrust and I howled as he hit my cervix.

Cracker seated himself for a moment, relishing in his conquest of me, while I arched my back, trying to lessen the penetration, before he went back to violating my body.

It was like I was getting sawed in half with his dick. Cracker was pulling out all the way to his massively swollen fared tip, then pushing his fat knob all the way in until it hit my cervical barrier.

He didn't care how much I cried, or if I asked him to slow down.

To him, I was nothing but a hole.

My mind and spirit were separated from my body. There was me, and then there was the empty void in my body when Cracker retracted, and that emptiness was filled again when he thrust back in. Over and over he humped into my backside, drawing his soaking wet stallionhood in and out of my cunt.

Once I grew used to it, I squirmed beneath Cracker as he fucked me, my mouth gasping in shameful lust with every thrust. Sweat beaded on my forehead. My walls were clenching and undulating during the intercourse, the massive size of his raping tool were hitting all my spots at once.

I sent a prayer to Celestia, begging her forgiveness for my shameful release.

My walls clenched as I came again, my muscles spasming while I writhed beneath Cracker as he plowed through my orgasm. A guttural moan escaping my lips before I could stop it. No! I didn't want them to know it felt good.

The sound I made encouraged Cracker to rape me harder. He was smacking into me now, filling the Wasteland with the sinful sound of fornication.

My face flushed with heat as beads of sweat poured from my brow as the coitus lasted. I was gasping breathlessly, my body rocking back and forth upon the boulder.

Cracker's cock grew more rigid, his movements more erratic; pushing into me more than thrusting, trying to get as much of himself inside as possible. My poor cervix couldn't take it, I cried for him to stop, a pressure grew at the entrance of my cunt.

Then with a beastial growl, Cracker bore down on me while pulling my rump up with his hooves, my tight lips stretched around his fleshy ring; stretching my hole wider than ever, before sinking into my vagina. And that massive ring of flesh didn't stop there, it sank another couple inches, before it finally stopped.

Cracker's penis jerked, the rigid crown of his flesh dug into my muscled walls, sending sparks of discomfort and pleasure throughout my body.

I came again, spraying juices all over my hind legs. There was so much mass buried in my vagina that my muscles couldn't even squeeze around him, causing my orgasm to last longer.

Cracker's flare was scraping along my walls as he made powerful humping motions against me.

I tried to crawl away further up on the rock, but that just caused my rump to raise higher, aligning his flare to plug itself perfectly against my cervix.

Then I felt it.

A warmth splashed deep inside me, injecting itself directly into my uterus. It flowed deep into my core, radiating itself like an isotope.

Cracker kept pushing as he came, grasping onto my flanks and lifting my rump higher with each thrust, forcing me to extend to my tippy hooves. He forced his massive swollen flare against my innermost barrier, filling my body with his sin, until it flowed between our unholy union, and dripped below our hind legs; with wet, audible splashes.

I couldn't get pregnant from this. I wasn't in season yet. But that didn't stop me from imagining evil little spermatozoa with tiny demon horns swarming my ovum and impregnating me. Siring his bastard spawn in me. I could feel the pool of sperm flowing inside, possibly infecting my body with numerous sexual diseases. I wanted it out, but there was no option other than to let his seed die useless inside me, while my body did its natural work to expel the waste.

Shameful tears flowed from my eyes. I gasped in pleasure and mild pain as he pulled out.

Cracker's hoof pushed against my rump, sinking into the soft flesh, his spiked pony shoes poking into my fatty flesh, slowly separating us apart, while pulling his thick swollen dick out of me.

His massive flare scraped along my walls as he slowly backed out, sending final bolts of pleasure through my sore vagina. My walls clenched at the pulling sensation, I bore down to help push him out myself, but my vaginal muscles were so stretched, instead it was like I was trying to suckle him back in as he withdrew. Like my body wanted to keep him inside... I didn't want that. There was suction as my body drew back along with him as he pulled his flare out.

My tight, gripping lips strained around his wide ridge, stopping it just before the exit, until a final push caused his cockflare to slip out with a sickening wet pop; followed by a thick, creamy stream of white flowing out of me.

Cracker left his bulbous flare kissing against my entrance as his final few pulses shot a smaller load directly into my gaping hole.

Cracker dismounted from me, and slapped my rump, uttering a squeal from my lips at getting nicked by a shoe spike.

"She's a damn good ride, fellas. Gotta nice, tight cunt, perky flanks, and a springy rump," he chuckled breathlessly. "She's a hell of a lay, boys; we really lucked out."

My cunt was left clenching at nothing, leaving a gaping hollowness in me.

I looked back and saw Cracker's slate grey cock flopping back and forth beneath his belly, dripping and glazed with white sperm and wet with my juices. I stared at his massive swollen flare, double the size of a hoof, and I couldn't believe all of...that, was inside me.

Well, most of it anyway...

There was the barest hint of red, my virgin blood, adorning his shaft as he turned to watch the next pony ready to take me for a ride.

"You mean you've lucked out, boss; I ain't never got to pop no filly's cherry," Cagey pouted.

Sawed Off was next, and trotted up to me, his long pony cock was stiff in excitement. "Prolly cause they smell you comin' and run the other way," he quipped.

Sawed Off pulled my tail aside with his magic and whistled, inspecting the cum drenched ruin that was my marehood. "Maybe not so tight after you had her, damn Cracker you wrecked that filly pussy," quipped Sawed-Off.

Cracker looked at me with a smug, easy grin; I looked away, heat flustering my cheeks and my brow wet with sweat.

Sawed Off floated his shotgun over to Cracker for safe keeping, and levitated the keys to my shackles. He floated them in front of my face. "You've been good so far; I'm gonna take these off so they don't get in our way, but if you run... we might just hold off selling you until we've had our fill of ya, got it?"

I nodded shakily, lifting my manacles up for him to take off. I had no intention of running so long as they had a firearm pointed at me. I didn't know where to go anyway. I'd probably end up captured by that psychotic group of ponies who controlled the bridge, considering how my luck has been recently...

The manacles were removed from my legs.

Sawed Off's brown magic aura wrapped around my body, turning me to face him, while laying my body further up on the rock.

Crackers sperm moved within me as I was turned. I felt sick to my stomach, knowing I was carrying a piece of him in me; and I would be for the next several days, perhaps the rest if my life after enduring this trauma.

His semen coated every inch of my womb. I clenched my vagina, expelling another dollop of white cream. I felt it's warmth rapidly cool as it trailed slimely around my dock.

"I'm a bit o' a teat-stallion," Sawed-Off informed me while grinning.

My response was to just look at him like a wounded animal. I didn't know what that meant, or what to say. But I had an idea, before he lowered himself to my stomach and kissed my navel. "Oh, and a plot-one too," he smiled at me, causing my eyes to raise, wondering what he had planned for my plot hole.

Did he mean to... Oh! Ew! Ew! Ew! He wasn't going to- Doesn't he know what comes out back there!?

I didn't want to look at him while he touched me, but I couldn't look towards the sky either, my head still spun at the vast openness of the sky. And I feared drifting off the rock and falling forever upward. Actually... that sounded preferable to my current situation. Instead, I settled for looking to the sides or closing my eyes.

Sawed Off kissed between my breasts while his hooves caressed my flanks.

I didn't have much to write home about down there, but I was proud of what little development I had. I thought they were respectable despite my diminutive size. And the stallion violating me must've thought the same, because he was giving my girls more attention than I'd ever had of myself.

I laid there watching Sawed Off as he licked my breast, the soft tissue forming a divot under his firm tongue. He was groping me with his muzzle, playing at my teats, batting them around, watching them jiggle back and forth.

I gasped in surprise as he drew one of the nipples into his warm wet mouth and suckled on it. I mewled and squirmed at his almost-too-hard-sucking mouth on my teat, and his licking tongue. He played with them, stroking each of them with his lips.

I was surprised at how erect my nipples were getting. Had they always been that tall? Or was it because Sawed Off was sucking blood into them?

"Damn, filly; you've got some nice, big, brahmin-sized milk spouts," Sawed Off whispered huskily between my thighs.

I had no idea what that was, I didn't know what to say other than to lay there looking uncomfortable despite the pleasure and attention he was giving to my breasts. His compliment didn't make me feel any better about the rape and violation, but my traitorous body apparently liked it; judging by how hard my teats were getting.

Sawed Off cupped my mammary in his mouth and tried to suckle the whole of my soft mound, before drawing upward, stretching my breast tissue until my teat fell out of his mouth with a loud sucking pop. He did the same move with the other one.

I tried to close my legs as the sensation grew too intense, but Sawed off kept my legs spread apart as he drew the second breast upward. Between the feeling of suction on my long neglected teats and his warm, ticklish mouth. I couldn't stop myself from flexing down there again. The walls of my vagina clenched, while the rest of my body convulsed as I had another minigasm. Wetness leaked from my gaping hole, not all of it was mine.

I laid there watching him draw my breast upward as far as my flesh would go, before letting fall, jigging upon my tummy. He went back to licking them, drawing circles around the hard teat, before nursing on me like a newborn foal.

Except he wasn't a foal.

Sawed Off was a full grown Unicorn stallion... with teeth. And he liked to use them.

He lightly nipped around the base of my painfully erect nubs, before clamping down and drawing upward, pinching and stroking them between his yellow-stained incisors.

I sat up and placed a hoof on his head when he bit down a little too hard at the tip. But he swatted my hooves away, and pushed me down, before biting down on my mound for disrupting him.

"Ah-ah!" I yelped in pain and sat up, wanting to push him off again, but this time I kept my hooves curled tight against my chest, enduring the pain. "Please, that hurts," I whimpered.

He bit the other one the same as the first, leaving bite marks around each teat, before deciding to move on to rape my marehood.

I was glad of the pain, because it reminded me that these stallions didn't care about anypony other than satisfying their own carnal desires.

My bruised nipples were throbbing in tune with my heartbeat. I could've sworn they were pulsating as the bruised flesh engorged with flowing blood, the erect nipples were swelling and becoming harder than I'd ever felt them before. It was like a continuous soreness punctuated by a dull jolt of pain from the tip of my teats with each beat of my heart.

Sawed Off brought his cock up, and laid it over my belly. His medial ring sandwiched itself between my mounds, the shaft went well passed my navel, and his flare rested just below my sternum.

The fucking thing reached up to my chest! I already knew from Cracker that there was no way I was going to be able to fit all that.

The size difference between Sawed Off and Cracker was apparent. Between my juices and Crackers leavings, my next rapist slipped inside without a problem. The walls of my vagina were filled, but not quite as stretched.

Sawed Off was easier to take, giving me a chance to enjoy the act of penetration and fornication, despite the soreness I still felt; but he was also longer. Soon his head was knocking at my cervical entrance. I could see Sawed Offs medial ring bending as he thrust against my cervix, my belly bulged obscenely as an outline of his cockhead impressed itself through my taut hide.

I placed a hoof on his chest, pushing him to not go further. I groaned in pain as he tried to penetrate into my womb. He seemed to get the message and settled for stroking his member in and out of my hole.

I remembered reading in the Stable's 'Sexual Health and Wellness' course--that we all had to take--a stallions member could at times penetrate into a mare's uterus during breeding intercourse. Sawed Off would've had better luck getting a square peg through a round hole. Not only was I two sizes too small, but I wasn't in heat to be bred, much less horny and willing enough to have my cervix penetrated.

He thrust into me at a steady pace, watching me clench and wince in pain whenever he bumped into my back wall. I watched with detached fascination as his incredibly long, wet, dick disappeared in and out of my vagina.

I couldn't believe for a second time that night; all of... that , was inside me.

Sawed Off's steady movements brought me to another crescendo, making me clench as another minigasm rocked through my body, wetting his stallion cock further. He thrust in and out without losing his stride, his dick becoming glazed with my juices and the remnants of Cracker's seed every time he retracted.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but you're a little too loose; might've felt tighter if Cracker hadn't got to you first; but this ain't gonna do it for me, sweetie," Sawed Off pulled his dick out of me, lathered in a frothy mixture semen and marecum, then pointed it a little lower towards my dock.

I gasped and clenched my anus as he prod against my tail-hole, intending to sodomize me.

Sawed Off used his magic to scrape off the fluids around his cock, then forced it into my rectum. Lubing up my ass. He stuck his dick back inside my vagina, getting it lathered in his boss's sloppy seconds, then pulled out to smear the excess semen around my tail hole, before pushing in; painfully stretching my anus.

I shouted expletives as the painful pressure grew against my tight rectum.

"That's the idea, love," I heard Sawed Off quip between my colorful epitaphs. The other two laughed. I could only guess that somewhere in the middle of my string of profanity, I must've said some combination of 'fuck my ass'.

He pushed against my anus, stretching my plot-hole further than any pellet I passed through there before. The searing hot pain and pinching discomfort were too much, until I gasped in relief as he popped in.

His knob was in my rectum, I could feel him pulsing around my tight ring.

My vagina continued to leak copious amounts of vaginal and seminal fluids around Sawed Offs cock as he pushed further inside my ass. Just like with Cracker, Sawed Off was ready to bury his cock deep inside me and get his rocks off.

I couldn't tell if the impromptu lubricant helped as my rectal walls were stretched around his flare while the rest of his smooth shaft sank in. My muscles was gripping him, trying to push his member out, while pleasant tingles danced around my stretched ring along with that inward motion.

I watched his medial ring steadily disappear beneath my view, somewhere behind and beyond my teats where I couldn't see, but I felt his ring approaching as my anus gradually stretched up to his thicker base.

Sawed-Off pushed into me using his whole body weight. When that didn't work, he leaned over, filling my view with purple stallion chest; his forelegs to each side of my head.

He pulled back, and thrust into me hard enough to cause my rump to raise up and meet him. My tight anus not permitting his medial ring entrance. I yelped as my insides were being rearranged, feeling like I was about to die.

Sawed Off huffed above me and slowed down, but never ceased pushing his thick ring against my dock with small humps, slowly chipping away at my anal defenses with each thrust.

I felt something giving, my plot was stretching around Sawed-Off's medial ring, until it too sank in; stretching the walls of my rectum further than his flared head. His knobby mass always made it's presence known in my gut.

Sawed Off sank in the rest of the way. His flare traveled deeper in my guts, his ring stretching my rectal walls, and finally my anus tingling as his base slid along the stretched bundle of nerves around my protruding anal ring of flesh.

I watched as Sawed Off pulled back, his long black stallion dick following him. My eyes went wide as I saw a full leg's length of cock drawn from my anus, before Sawed Off pushed it back in. Not slow, but not fast either. His medial ring still had difficulty sinking in. But he powered through, stretching my anus to suit his needs, until the base of his member met my anal entrance.

I gasped and threw my head back, Sawed Off pulled back quicker this time, and thrust back in. His large, pendulous balls smacked against my dock.

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes, not from the pain or the sodomy, but from the pleasure and effort at having so much mass up my butt, rearranging my insides. His flare, and medial ring were the two most prominent feelings during the sodomy. That knob of flesh dipped into my guts, while his thick ring continued to stretch my anus, until he could stroke himself more freely inside me.

I laid on that rock being sodomized beneath Luna's beautiful stars. Or what few I occasionally saw.

I prayed that she would forgive me also.

I cried out as I came from the sodomy. I wasn't just squirting this time. It was like I was pissing marecum, spraying my sinful lust all over my rapists seed sack. My rectal and vaginal walls were clenching, while the rest of me convulsed from the Stable breaching orgasm.

Sawed-Off continued to lance his dick in and out of my anal canal. All I could feel any more was his flare moving back and forth in my tummy, and the stretching of my anus over his base as he hilted into me over and over, punctuated by the entrance of his medial ring as it thrust back and forth in my butt.

I groaned throatily as he began humping more fiercely with his medial ring stretching me out again and again. Hilting in me all the way to his base, never allowing his ring to leave my anus.

I fell so full, uttering grunts as he thrust away, nearly knocking the breath out of me.

Next thing I knew, my vision was filled with the brown chest of a different stallion, followed closely by his belly and finally a thick, mottled horsecock.

Cagey's stench suffocated me. The rank odor of a stallion who hadn't bathed in years was more torturous than the dick fucking my ass.

"Yer takin' too long with 'er, I ain't waitin' any longer," Cagey grabbed the sides of my head and laid his dirt-covered shaft over my face.

"Fuck off, Cagey, I was almost done!" I felt Sawed-Off back away, drawing most of his cock out of my ass, but the firm knob of his flare stopped just before the exit.

"Don't worry, this won't take long."

I tried to pull myself from under him, but Cagey slapped me. I cried out. I was so scared and the fresh sting of the strike against my muzzle had me frozen.

I was shaking, trying hold my breath to keep from breathing in his stink.

"Start lickin', cunt!" I heard him growl from above, while rubbing his base against my cheek; his heavy orbs bumped against my forehead. "And if you bite me, I'll knock out all your pretty teeth!"

Wow. How original...

I wanted to skewer his nuts with my horn, maybe even roast them over a fire for good measure. But I knew doing anything harmful to my rapists would come back on me several fold.

Warmth radiated off his fleshy tube, but worse than that was his vile smell. I could see a layer of smegma on his dirty dick. The stench of his unwashed crotch--a combination of rancid pony flesh, and dry dirt--was so bad it suffocated me.

Cagey grabbed my head and mashed his stallionhood into my face, forcing me to snuffle his wet, greasy balls. He drew back and pointed the tip of his filthy cock at my muzzle, then drove forward, trying to work the tip between my pressed lips.

I had my hooves under him, trying to push him off, but Cagey kicked me in the stomach; the blow making me gasp both from the pain, and lack of air.

Cagey took that moment to force the tip into my mouth. My tongue was flooded with the taste of salty stallion cock combined with the grittyness of dirt.

I could almost see the thick layer of dead skin cells scraping itself off along my lips as he pushed further in.

The foul taste was indescribable.

I tried so hard not to bite down, as I wanted to keep my teeth; and I doubted there was a potion out there that could restore my smile if I wanted to act defiant. My jaw nearly unhinged as Cagey forced more of his length into my muzzle.

I gagged as he reached my throat, but instead of giving me a moment to adjust, he rammed it straight through. His thick stallion cock filled my esophagus.

My throat bulged where his cockhead sunk deeper down my neck, forcing me to swallow his dick. His girth caused the button on the collar of my Stable Utility barding to pop off.

I was struggling, fighting to get him out. I panicked, trying to kick and push him off; to save myself from choking to death on stallion cock. But the two slavers were so much stronger, and held me down and used me however they wanted.

My chest felt like it was burning; and not just from the lack of air, but also from the mass of flesh buried deep in my esophagus.

I tried to breathe, getting a noseful of Cagey for my effort. His wet, greasy nuts mashed against my snout. The pendulous balls bumping against my nose.

Darkness surrounded my vision, while Cagey's cock grew more stiff in my mouth. And it was my good fortune that Cagey was a two-pump chump. His flare grew and twitched just below my heart, filling my stomach with his disgusting sperm.

The pulses traveled along my tongue in tune with a slight expansion of my mouth as Cagey delivered his load. He pulled out, a sensation like I was being turned inside out overwhelmed me.

Something gooey coated my tongue as his flare popped out of my mouth, unfurling from my lips like a fleshy butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.

Cagey dismounted from the rock and I quickly sat up with Sawed-Off's cock still in my ass. I vomited up Cagey's semen along with the apple I had been carrying since the farm. A geyser of white and yellow chunks ejected from me and pooled slimily on the ground.

After I was done, Sawed-Off pushed me back and continued pumping away in my ass, while I spat and wiped away the clingy excess of Cagey's effluence from my mouth.

Goddesses, it was between my teeth! The texture was like a bad batch of applesauce. I held my throat, trying to swallow, but having one's throat recently fucked made it hard to do so.

Sawed Off was casting intense glares behind me. "Hey Cagey, looks like cheesy wants a piece of the action. I read in a pre-war book that some ponies like smelly cheese, why don't you go put it in his stink, huh Cage?"

I looked to Monterey and saw him shaking his head in distress. My gaze was drawn to a growth between his hind legs. I wanted to be angry at him for getting aroused at the sight of a helpless filly getting raped, but stopped myself short as Cagey seemed to be considering it.

Not the for the first time, I noted.

The slaver's were on the cusp of turning a night of "fun" into a full blown orgy of debauchery.

Cagey looked at me, then to his still hard dick, and to the prone Monterey; who was acting like he wasn't there at all.

"Aw, fuck it," Cagey grumbled and kicked Monterey to stand.

Monterey was shaking his head and muffling something into the rag that still bound his mouth.

Cagey didn't care, all he wanted was to spill his seed again. He picked up his shovel-spear and beat Monterey with it until he reluctantly stood up.

I looked back to Sawed Off, who was still pumping away inside me, smacking his hips against mine and causing my body to rock upon the boulder.

He was lasting longer than Cracker, not by much; but I guess it was because of Cagey's interruption. I wondered if it was payback for interrupting him from mounting me earlier.

I heard Monterey shouting in pain into the gag as he was mounted. Cagey's cock went into the poor stallion's anus without lubrication.

It was surreal for me to witness two stallions in coitus, unwilling as it was. Being a gay mare myself. I never bothered to wonder how boys might have fun together. Now I didn't wonder anymore. Nothing about that looked fun.

I looked to my right and saw Monterey getting ploughed by the smelly stallion. My position allowed me to see the tight ring of flesh around Cagey's member as he thrust in and out of Monterey's anus, forming a tight seal around the turgid stallion flesh.

A shameful part of me couldn't believe how well he was taking it, and I actually felt relief for getting rut by the smaller unicorn.

Monterey's rectum looked stretched beyond its limits as Cagey's horsecock moved in and out, his thick rigid sheath dove into his anus. I could even see the brief outline of his medial ring just before it entered and exited my fellow slave's puckered anal flesh.

I didn't have to wonder if that's what mine looked like, I was getting a show of it right here.

Monterey grit his teeth and grunted into his bandanna gag. His body rocking violently with every thrust against his rump.

My eyes were drawn to the horse dick swinging below his belly.

I was so preoccupied with watching Monterey, that I didn't realize how much I was actually staring.

"Luna damn, Cagey, as if I didn't think you could smell even more like shit...Hey Cracker, I think this slut wants a slice of the cheese too!" Sawed Off chuckled at his own joke.

"Aw hell, I'm feeling generous tonight." Cracker drawled lazily.

I whipped my head between Sawed-Off and Cracker. What did that mean?

"You'd like that, wouldn't ya?" Cracker walked over and pulled Monterey's gag off. "May as well get your rocks off with her tonight, never know when you'll get the chance with another filly ever again."

Monterey kept his head down and lips sealed while his body jerked against Cagey's thrusts. He looked shamefully uncomfortable taking the rape he was receiving.

Cagey grunted and held himself against my fellow slave as he ejaculated into Monterey's anus. Pushing his cock deep inside as he could manage. Then he pulled out, half-rearing on his hind legs as his rigid cock and fleshy disk emerged from Monterey's rectum. I nearly vomited again; that was something I didn't need to see. There was a layer of scat in addition to all the other unspeakably nasty things on Cagey's dick.

Sawed Off was coaxing himself to orgasm, no longer wildly fucking me, but instead opted for slower, deeper thrusts; trying to get as much of his long dick inside me as he could. His medial ring never went outside my ass. I felt it nearly pop out, only for it to plunge back in, stretching my rectal walls further than the rest of his shaft ever could.

A tightness grew somewhere in my gut. My stomach was clenching, trying to expel the blockage, but instead there was a growing warmth

Sawed Off fired both barrels deep in my ass.

I watched as his huge balls quivered and shrank up into his body, dumping as much pent up semen as he could deep in my tummy.

He pulled out, his long fleshy tube snaked its way out of my rectum, before I felt the swollen knob of his flare scraping inside me; letting me know exactly where he was. It almost didn't seem to end, until he finally popped out, leaving behind a hollow pressure deep in my gut and a gaping, leaking hole in my backside.

After Sawed Off dismounted, Cracker herded me off the rock and pushed me down to lay facing Monterey's belly. Cracker walked away to join the others, while Monterey muttered to himself. "Damn fools, raping this close to raider territory, making a filly scream bloody murder..."

I sat still for a moment feeling hollow and broken. I couldn't muster up my curiosity to ask him what he meant.

"Go on, put on a show for us!" Cracker ordered, the others cheered and whooped their agreement.

They were watching us; watching me. They stood in a semicircle around us, waiting for the show to begin.

"Just get it over with," Monterey muttered, and spread his legs to give me better access. I noticed the tip of his penis was touching the ground, soaking up dirt that caked on his skin from his pre-ejaculate.

My body and hooves moved autonomously. I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to do this. They had all the control, and my only choice was to comply. If only to lessen the abuse I were to suffer if I didn't.

What was the point in resisting? I was already raped and humiliated. It was unfair that my fellow slave was getting the longer end of the stick anyway. Okay, maybe that wasn't a fair statement considering he just had a long, thick stick up his ass.

I wiped off the bit of dirt that was caked on his tip from his pre-ejaculate that was picked up from being on the ground.

I leaned down, putting Monterey's dick in my mouth and sucked him off, moving my tongue to lick under his shaft while gently pumping the sheath. I felt him throb whenever I caressed the medial ring, so I adjusted to focus on that.

I just wanted this over with, so I tried everything I could to get him off quickly. I'd swirl my tongue over the bulb of his penis, then switch to sucking him off, licking my tongue beneath the shaft. I'd pull off once in a while and lick all around his pole, before putting the tip back in my mouth and doing it all over again.

Monterey gradually started to flare, his member grew in my muzzle until I could barely move. I kept pumping his shaft until finally I felt the watery discharge of his semen shoot into my mouth. It wasn't so much an explosion of effluents, but more like a steady stream punctuated by an occasional spurt.

When his penis quit throbbing and his cockflare deflated enough for me to remove him, I sat a few seconds with his sperm filling my mouth, waiting to see if they would order me to swallow it.

I opened my mouth and let his sperm flow to the ground in a long white line, I spat out the excess, then swallowed the remaining taste of his essence that was left on my tongue; my soul was too hollow to care. I could still taste the smegma left over from Cagey between my teeth.

Or maybe I was just imagining it.

I wanted to get my saddlebags back, get my toothbrush and paste out, and get the taste of cum and cock out of my mouth.

Using toxic, irradiated water had to be better than this.

Cagey picked me up and forced me to stand for him. I shrank into myself.

Cracker snorted. "The fuck do you think yer doin', Cagey? You already knocked the crude off your dick, it's time to move on and sell these two so we can afford to eat another day."

"But I didn't get a chance to ride this cunt," he whined.

"That's cause you don't know how to wait your turn, you already bust a nut in her mouth and one in the swiss hole; now let's get the fuck out of here." said Sawed-Off.

Cagey was moving my body, getting my rump in position to be mounted. I curled up, tring to hide. No, I don't want this disgusting stallion in my body. There was no telling what kind of infection he would give me with his dirty, unwashed, shit-covered dick.

Cagey mounted me, grasping his forelegs along my sides and hooking them against my flanks. He began to thrust, stabbing his broad head against my sore sex.

Then, his head exploded.

BLAM!

Blood and gore sprayed all over my face.

Cagey was dead! I had Cagey inside me! And now, I had him all over me!

"Hand over everything you've got," Monterey drawled in regret.

“H-huh?” I saw the shotgun wreathed in beige magic; pointing at me. I faced Monterey Jack, fear and confusion were plain on my face.

"b-But I sucked your dick!" I blurted, unable to process the logic behind his betrayal.

“Thanks for that, it's why I'm gonna let you live.” He glared suspiciously. “Now hand everything over, and don't do anything stupid.”

"But I sucked. Your. Dick!"

“Sharp as cheddar, ain't ya," he drawled sarcastically.

Author's Note

I spent a lot of time going through several iterations of the Equestrian Wasteland chapter of Fo:E. Dozens of possibilities went through my head at how to approach this, where to make the changes, and what "game mechanics" would help make it possible. I had originally planned for each slaver to have fun on his own with LP before the bridge, which made the most sense. But then the cover art I'm using for this story came out and influenced my decision on that. There was also the idea of keeping everyone on the bridge, and letting the toll-ponies take their payment from Pip. Her scream would have brought the Raiders, but I believed most people expected the 3 original slavers to do the deed.

TAKE TWO:
Well since some readers were being real honey badgers about their waifu getting raped, and the Mods--after seeing a proctologist who was unable to remove the stick up their ass--took down the initial story. I've gone back and either deleted or replaced everything that might've been in violation of the "rules" of *cough* Cuntfiction *cough*, I mean Fimfiction.

I'm still pissed about it, because "who gives a fuck" let people do what they want with a piece of work that the world will never give a shit about other than the niche group of
closet weebs that know about it.

CUT CONTENT

"Don't scream."

"W-wha- huh?" I spun my head around and my eyes met Monterey's, confused by his statement. When had he gotten so close?

"Whatever you do, don't scream," he emphasised as both Sawed Off and Cagey made him back away from me with a swift jab to the ribs with the blunt end of the shovel-spear. "We're close to Ponyville, that's a Raider town, they'll do much worse to us if they find out we're near their territory."

Great, the one thing I wanted to do right now... well... really the only thing I could do given my situation, and my fellow prisoner didn't want me to do it.

"Hack off, or Ah'll fuffu ina ash." Cagey muffled as he shoved the sharp end of his shovel-spear against Monterey's throat.

Somehow he didn't seem as concerned about the deadly sharp blade as I thought he should've been.

"You should listen, Raiders ain't as nice as us." Sawed-Off stated getting chuckles from the other slavers as he hit the chained stallion on the head with the butt end of his levitating shotgun.

Considering that Monterey just risked losing his tongue, and earning himself some abuse from the slaver ponies just to warn me about these "Raiders", I elected to listen to him.

I felt the pinch of pain as my hymen was broken.

A MORE HARDCORE BRUTAL RAPE VERSION OF THE DEFLOWERING

Cracker hooked his spiked ponyshoes around my flanks and thrust forward with all his strength.

I was destroyed.

The slaver's cock didn't just penetrate me. It was like he stabbed me with his dick. The hard mass of stallion flesh plowed passed my hymen, utterly annihilating my purity and innocence.

My cunt was ripped apart as I howled, experiencing pain like I have never felt before. It was more than just pain. It was like a violation of my very soul. I uttered choking sobs as I tried to crawl away. To get the burning mass of flesh out of me.

"Fucking tight cunt!" Cracker growled.

I couldn't tell if he was referring to me, or my actual cunt.

He wasn't stopping. He moved again immediately after the first hymen-obliterating thrust, his cockflare moved a few more inches inside me, stretching my torn walls even further. He thrust again and I howled in pain at the top of my lungs, begging him to stop, to slow down, to do anything else but go forward.

He didn't, and thrust again.

And again.

And again...

Each push buried his virgin-destroying cock another inch into my tight gripping walls.

"Shallow bitch," he groaned behind me. "My dick too much for ya." he cackled, pushing one last time, before he finally bottom out; hitting my cervix, and causing me to groan in pain and weakly try to pull away to lessen the pain against my innermost barrier.

I laid my cheek on the rock, letting its coolness soothe me. While Cagey pumped away in me. My body rocked back and forth along the stone, as I waited for it to be over. I didn't cry any more, I was utterly broken. I barely felt it when Cagey emptied his seed inside my vagina. A mix of my virginal blood and stallion sperm leaked copiously from my sore hole.

The Abomination

Author's Note

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I pulled inspiration from the First 2 Fallout games as a means of justifying how this part of the story happens. In those games if your character was facing away from your VATS target, you have 0% chance of hitting them. I have only expierenced this once in the original FALLOUT game, so idk if it was a game mechanic or a fluke. Either way, I feel LP should have missed her shots based on that rule alone.

Apologies to those who were looking forward to the Velvet and other chapters first. I had originally intended for this series to go along with the Canon order of events, but I figure I can arrange it all correctly later.

I've looked forward to this chapter the most which is one of the main reasons why it's being released before the others. The second reason is that it was mostly written before I had even 1/2 of the Slavers chapter done.

Enjoy!

The Abomination

My shots went wild, I could hear the impact of the bullets as they splintered wood, pinged off something metal, and punctured through a window with the distinct breaking of glass. My revolver clicked dry just as one of the flailing tentacles knocked Little Macintosh out of my telekinetic grip, my magic imploding as the weapon clattered to the floor somewhere I couldn't see.

That tongue returned to lap at my rump, running itself across my sex to the other side.

I locked eyes with Xenith. She was frozen in shock while my body was being violated, but unable to do anything to stop it.

My friend was going to be forced to watch as I was raped.

I mistakenly looked between my legs to find my weapon, only to once again become paralyzed by my monstrous rapist's gaze.

Not again, not after Fillydelphia... the Slavers... the raiders... Fuck, is this some kind of cruel joke!?

The passing thought went through my head as the disgusting abomination slithered it's slimy tongue around my rump, as if in a caressing motion, then slide across my slit, leaving a wetness in its wake and spreading my vulva apart as it ran firmly over my labia. My vaginal canal being exposed as it lapped at my sex.

The tongue left a trail of slimy, slick wetness wherever it touched. I wanted to writhe in disgust, but it's paralyzing stare kept me caged within my own body; unable to move, but still allowing me to feel every perverted act upon my body.

The creature's tongue lapped itself upward along my slit, licking inside my folds before flicking my clit as it crested above my pubic mount.

It showed me the hole of a urethra at the end of its breeding-tongue between my teats, before it dipped back below my clit. The tip shifted across my vulva, to spread my lips apart as it found and settled at my entrance.

The abomination shuttered in ecstasy. The disgusting sound of wet, sloppy flesh invaded my ears. The creature was clearly excited that it found what it was searching for and eagerly prodded against my entrance.

I was opened as the tip invaded my vagina. It's firm, squishy tongue rested just inside the tunnel, while I watched the rest of its length coil before my marehood and suddenly shoot out to pierce beyond my folds; filling the whole my vaginal cavity in an instant. The walls of my cunt stretched achingly to accommodate the thick writhing muscle as it pushed further into my body.

The squishy sound of slimy flesh meeting perverted the air.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I uttered a quiet, choked scream.

There was a familiar pain as the tip jabbed at my cervix, causing my crotch to bulge between my teats, where the thick breeding-tentacle writhed inside me.

Even in the midst of being paralyzed, I still fucking came, my body was allowed enough muscle control to squeeze down on the tongue inside me. My orgasm ripped through my locked body in waves that I felt rolling from the tip of my ears, to the bottom of my hoofs. Thick, creamy fem-cum drizzled down its tongue-tentacle and pooling onto the floor below in long streams.

It was like my body wanted more of its disgusting vileness inside me. The contractions of my sex undulated in way that I was stroking and sucking it off with my vaginal muscles.

Why in the name of Celestia's hot teats did I have to be born with a hair trigger!?

Oh fuck! It seemed to like the taste of me, the tongue fucked me while managing to lap up the rest of the cum around my pussy. The bendy appendage was flexible enough to stimulate my winking clit even while it continued fucking me.

The tentacle was already lathered in slimy secretions, easing its entry into my body. I noted that the breeding-tongue felt soft, as if it were molding itself to me, rather than me to it. But firm enough to spread my canal in a pleasurable way.

Fuck... Was I actually feeling grateful for not being raped by a rock-hard horsecock?

There was a burning, tingling sensation growing within my sex; much like how my leg felt after getting hit by Floater excretion. There was no telling how many diseases this fucking thing was infecting me with, and I feared the slimy lubricant that the abomination produced was laced with taint. Even if I survive, there was a chance I'll still die of sickness later in a few years, if not sooner. I could only guess if it would be cervical or ovarian cancer that would finally get me. Or more novel, a sexually transmitted disease.

I never thought about having foals. I didn't see myself as the mothering type, given how my own mother raised me. I wanted to rage as I thought about that choice being taken from me. Homage could bear foals for us... if she wanted, or if she even still wanted me at all after this... I couldn't see her wanting to touch the most defiled mare in all the wasteland.

It's tentacled tongue pulled out, leaving behind a slimy, wetness in my canal. I tried to piss it out, but it would've been a futile effort as it's tentacle tongue-tip squirted effluence directly into my gaping hole.

It was lubricating me, pumping my vagina full of vile liquid to ease it's brutal rape.

A small part of myself felt indignant. Was I not wet enough on my own?

The grotesque creature lifted my body higher, bringing my body into a more vertical position, intent on impaling me upon its breeding-tongue. The subtle shift allowed me to move again, and I reached between my hind-legs to pull out the invading member; my vagina clenching to help expel the intruder; but my blunt hooves merely slid against the tentacle's slimy, slippery flesh.

A concoction of vile yellow, pus-like slime and my own sexual fluids coated my hooves as the breeding tongue pushed in deeper. My feeble defense broke as the tip penetrated my cervix. I realized I was only succeeding in furthering the pleasure of my rapist by giving it a hoof-job while it impaled me.

The sound of flabby wet flesh smacking against itself echoed in the hallway. I watched the Abomination shiver from the throes of pleasure it was receiving from my weak attempt to stop it.

The pulsating mass ignored my futile attempts and wormed it's way back out and then forward into my depths. I moaned shamefully in both pleasure and pain, as tingling sensations coursed through my sex, while the monster violated my hole. My clenching walls only enhanced the feeling of its smooth, soft muscled flesh as it dove deeper into my vagina; stroking itself back and forth; clearly enjoying the texture of my vagina.

It paused, holding me in the air above its gnarled body. I locked eyes with it again, my body instantly going stiff. The mouth-tentacles wrapped around my forehooves tightened and moved them away to pin them behind my back, giving me a clear view of the monster's tongue buried in my cunt; leaving the mouth-tentacles around my hind-legs, keeping them spread wide and dangling uselessly in the air.

Fear ripped through my heart at the idea of this thing being sentient.

The fucking thing wanted me to watch! Or maybe it just didn't want any more interruptions.

Suddenly it thrust forward, spearing me with its massive tongue again.

I choked another silent scream when the girthy tongue stretched my cervix. The tip wriggling erratically as it prodded around my depths, searching for deeper entry into my womb.

I watched in horror as the abomination's tongue swelled. My abused pussy stretched achingly tight around its expanding girth.

The pain was indescribable as it forced it's way passed my cervix and entered my deepest--and last--unmolested sanctum. I could see the bulge above my teats from where it's breeding tongue writhed inside my womb; nearly tearing my cervix apart tying to force more of its girth into my deepest core.

It thrust back and forth, before impacting and curling along the back-walls of my uterus. It was fucking my cervix, working to implant it's seed directly into my womb for the best chance of impregnating me.

The breeding-tongue had swollen so much that it turned slightly translucent, allowing me to view the rising ejaculate as it traveled through the urethral tract, then reached the entrance to my vagina, before I felt it begin to squirt directly into my womb.

The breeding-tentacle undulated as load after copious load was ejaculated into my body; bulging lumps of spunk traveled along it's girthy length, before depositing the seed within me with a force great enough, I felt it splash against the walls of my uterus. Each lump that reached my marehood was quickly followed by a powerful squirt deep in my belly.

My belly grew taut and swollen as my womb was filled to the brim. Much of it's effluence leaking passed our unholy union, and showering messily to the floor in loud, audible splatters.

My womb ached at being so full. I could almost imagine the vile yellowish cum filling up through my fallopian tubes, and causing my ovaries to burst.

Which wasn't too far from what it felt like.

The mixture of pleasure and pain caused my body to orgasm again; my own effluence joining the showering splatter of fluids pooling below my dangling body. My tight, vaginal walls clenched around the it's mass, as I uttered a choked, whoreish moan. My clenching tunnel only emphasized the last few lumps of cum as they entered my cunt and stretched my tunnel out again before spreading their

The smell of it's semen invaded my senses as the creature retracted the breeding-tentacle, sliding it lazily out of me with a sickening wet squelch that lasted far too long, before dropping limply in front of it's owner; dangling below the ruin of the Abomination's missing lower jaw.

I was finally swung to the side and dropped on the floor like a sack of bad apples from the Stable orchard. Leaving me groaning in pain as I worked to expel my cum-filled belly.

"Fuuuuck!" I groaned in pain and tears from the seed implanted within my bloated stomach. I could see a distinct lump outlining the form of my womb rising above my taut belly. It was like I was in the early stages of pregnancy. My belly shrank slowly as I felt the ichor flow out my sore vagina, and pool wetly around my flank.

It looked like I was wetting the floor as I clenched to expel more of the abomination's sickly yellow-brownish seed.

The creature seemed to lose interest in me as it shambled towards my companion.

Xenith was still frozen, her gaze no doubt locked onto the abomination's paralyzing Stare. I took the opportunity to reload Lil'Macintosh, while the rapist creature coiled its disgusting tentacles around Zenith's hooves and proceeded to lift her up and face her away just as it had done to me.

"Do not let it touch me!" Xenith half screamed as she thrashed her hooves about. Even her own incredible strength and fighting prowess was rendered useless in the abomination's tentacled grip.

It's thick breeding tongue slipped out of its mouth as I telekinetically clicked Lil'Mac's revolver shut, and entered her sex.

Just before I pulled the trigger, I shamefully thought about my own juices being slathered onto the Creatures breeding tentacle just as it began to work itself into Xenith's folds; coating her marehood in a combination of disgusting monster ejaculate and my own shameful arousal.

POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack!

The abomination was dead after the first shot, but I kept pulling the trigger at its fetid corpse even after Little Macintosh's chambers were emptied, and the rotten stench of the creature filled my nose. Only the clicks of my revolver could be heard in the silent hallway after Xenith was dropped to the floor with a thud.

I had finally tore my eyes from the monster that raped me in time to watch Xenith rise to her hooves, the thick breeding-tongue slipped free of her vagina with an audible squelch, her exotic zebra lips quickly closed her gaping passage.

I shuddered as a small orgasm wracked through me, which helped to expel more of the vile liquid inside me; pooling the yellowish discharge on the floor beneath my hind-legs and flank.

Xenith galloped up to me. "Thank you Littlepip, I am so sorry; there was nothing I could do. It touched you... touched me... I couldn't... stop it; I'm sorry, little one."

I could see my friend was shaking, both in fear and rage.

I shakily got up to my hooves. Little Macintosh’s bullets had torn gaping holes into the meat of the thing. “W-w-what the fuck is t-that?!”

“I do not know,” Xenith said fearfully. “But we must be cautious. There may be more of them, and they possess a Stare.”

She helped me to my hooves. I felt imbalanced due to the extra weight I was carrying.

"You're pregnant?" Xenith gasped in confusion.

I was taken aback by her statement, and I rubbed my belly in reaction. Something definitely felt... off. It wasn't the usual pressure I felt after a stallion blew his load into my womb. My belly was swollen, taut, and cramping.

I tried pushing out whatever abomination had been raped into me. I moaned in pain as a contraction ripped through my body, I needed a healing potion to repair what damage the tentacle did to my cervix. And a means to get out whatever had been fucked into me.

"It's okay, we're in a hospital, if we're lucky there should be something in here that can get this fucking thing out of me." I grunted in pain.

With Xenith's help, we continued our search for supplies.

I'd been impregnated.

My contractions started a few minutes after the rape, and were coming more frequently. First they were roughly a dozen or more minutes apart. Now they came every minute or so, and the pressure in my bowels grew to excruciating levels of pain. I found it more difficult to trot the longer our search went. Even my hooves felt sore and swollen.

It was like I was being ripped apart from the inside. My ovaries felt like they were on fire. Which made dispatching the other abominations that much more difficult, even though they were easy to kill. I missed one shot with Little Macintosh during a powerful contraction, causing my shot to go wide; even with SATS assisting me. But luckily Xenith was there to pull me away before I was trapped in another Stare.

We found skeletons with their pelvis's crushed and broken into small pieces. I had a foreboding feeling wash over me, knowing what my fate was going to be, if I didn't get the creature growing inside me out of my body.

I shared a look with Xenith. Thank the Goddesses she didn't feel the need to say anything, but she was there for me all the same.

We found a few healing poultices in some cabinets and a locked safe, then later a Miss Nanny bot that was programmed for nursing care that was still operational; the machine still doing its daily routine for the last 200 years.

I deactivated it and killed the other abomination that was the Robot's charge strapped to a gurney.

"GAHHH!" I screamed as a powerful contraction brought me to my knees. They were coming less than a minute now. Between the kick to my gut and the putrid smell of rotting flesh, I doubled over and vomited.

"Littlepip!" Xenith rushed to my side, to help me up.

I clutched my aching stomach while shaking my head. "No, no, no, I can't do it, I can't, it hurts, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die!" I wailed inbetween choking sobs, I wasn't ready to die. Not like this. But I was forced to face facts that I was going to die in the next few minutes.

The abomination incubating within my womb was going to burst through my stomach, killing me in the process of its birth.

"No, Little one, do not give up; I will cut out the demon inside you myself, if I must!" Bless you Xenith. I know if it came to that, you'd no doubt do it. But luckily she wouldn't have to, because we already had the next best thing.

I was breathing like I was in labor as I forced myself to stand. "N-no, it'sss--argh--alright, just help me into a bed."

She did as I asked. Xenith was surprisingly deft when she handled me. I rolled onto my back on the dusty mattress, leaning my head back for a moments rest.

A moment was all I got before another contraction caused me to crunch in response, reminding myself that I still had more pressing matters to deal with on top of getting Velvet's leg put back on her body.

"Littlepip..." Xenith gasped, looking at my lower half.

I looked down at my distended belly. The shock was clear on my face. I'd gone through all four trimesters in the last half-hour. My belly was wide and distended to the point I looked 11 months pregnant. Even my teats were darker, swollen, and leaking white beads of mother's milk.

"Bring that Nanny bot over here and connect my Pipbuck to it, please," I croaked out my dry lips. A Sparkle Cola would've been real nice right now. And I strangely found myself craving food like bloat-sprite steak and rad-gator eggs.

The sound of scraping metal pierced my ears as Xenith pushed the bot over to my side with her forehead, then plugged in the retractable jack from my Pipbuck into the back of the Nanny bot's "head".

I was drenched in my own sweat as I powered through the next contraction, while I set new parameters on the Nanny bot's programming. Then I scrolled through the list of operations the robot was capable of, until I found the one I was looking for:

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"Aaahhh!" Xenith was to the side mixing potions, squeezing out venom from a Manticore stinger gland as another contraction wracked my body, causing me to double over the side of the gurney. They were coming nearly one after another now. I powered the bot back on, while Xenith spread some of the gunk she'd been mixing all over my belly where the incisions were going to be made. I suspected this wasn't the first delivery she'd ever assisted with.

As Xenith's hooves roamed over my abdomen, a bulge suddenly appeared in my stomach and move across my belly. There was enough force to spook Xenith into taking her hooves off me, and for me to lose all faculties.

"Good afternoon, madam; how may I assist you this evening?" The Nanny bot asked.

"GET THIS FUCKING THING OUT OF ME!" I shouted at it like a mother in the throes of labor.

"Please secure ze patient."

Xenith was quick to find and set up stirrups on the bed. Spreading my legs wide while strapping them down so I wouldn't accidentally kick during the procedure.

Xenith grasped my hoof, allowing me to squeeze down on her. "It will be okay." She reassured me, while I had trouble staying still as the bulges in my stomach continued to move and cause me pain.

I hoped this Nanny bot's programming hadn't been jacked up from being in operation for more than 200 years. In all likelihood, it's logic processor will probably tell it to saw off my hind-leg as a means of healing my condition.

I had to remind myself that it didn't matter. I was dead in a few minutes anyway. This was my only shot at living passed today.

"Is the patient ready to be sedated?" The Nanny bot asked as I doubled over in pain. The sound of a fleshy crunch invaded my ears that went along with a painful tearing sensation within my bowels.

Xenith belted an angry string of her native language at the robot while I clutched onto her; bless you Xenith for ignoring your aversion to touch in my moment of need. "She is ready! Do it now you stupid machine; deliver the foal!"

Terror masked my face as the Nanny bot's buzz-saw armature started spinning with the high pitched sound of grinding metal.

I thrashed, both not wanting to be disemboweled by the crazy robot, and in excruciating pain as the life inside me started to force its way through my womb.

Xenith was swift to hold me down as the first incision was made.

I watched in horror as the spinning blade lowered itself to my bulging stomach, before the teeth dug into my flesh, causing blood to spatter everywhere. I screamed more in shock at watching my flesh be mutilated than at the minimal pain I was feeling.

Bless you again Xenith for making a numbing agent for me.

The Nanny bot pried my stomach open and reached into the cavity with its pincer-like appendage. It rummaged around inside me before pulling out a still-intact amniotic sac from my womb; followed by an umbilical cord.

I was transfixed on the fleshy conduit. I felt apprehension after seeing that I was so intimately connected to the thing that I incubated. Even if it was about to kill me, I couldn't help feeling drawn to it.

There was an obscure form within the birthing fluid, which looked as pussy and rotten as the foul seminal discharge that was pumped into me by the Abomination.

I flinched as the Nanny Bot's buzz-saw whirred again to cut the umbilical cord. Slicing it effortlessly.

My body was shaking from the adrenaline rush of nearly meeting my end, as well as the emergency C-section.

I took deep, shuttering breaths while Xenith cooed encouraging words into my ear. I couldn't hear what she was saying as I focused on the Nanny bot while it took my offspring away; then it came back to remove the after-birth, and to staple my stomach shut.

Eons of deep-seeded motherly instinct compelled me to roll off the gurney, and amble towards my child as I clutched my stomach. I felt I needed to be there for it. I had to do... something, even if my own mother wasn't the best example of parenting.

"Little One, no!" Xenith forbade me, trying to hold me back.

"I wanna see it, let me see it!" I pushed passed her, shoving her hooves off me as I nearly fell against the medical cradle, causing it to rock.

I wished I hadn't looked into the cradle.

I uttered a choked sob at what I saw.

Laying in the bloody-brown ichor of the broken amniotic sac, was my own disfigured flesh and blood.

My foal.

My baby.

"Congratulations! It's a <ERROR>!" The Nanny-bot glitched.

It's mangy coat was a lighter steel grey compared to mine. It's little body was gnarled, warped, and tumorous like the other Abomination I've killed. Wispy bits of hair matched my own mane color on it's head and the withered appendage that passed for a tail.

I didn't expect it to look so much like me. Did I somehow conceive a child from one of the stallions who raped me? Was this the tainted ruin of my own, natural-bred offspring. Or was it a bastard sired from the tainted seed of a mutated Abomination.

"Have you thought of a name yet, madam?" The Nanny bot asked.

I felt motherly anguish for the poor development of my baby, remembering all the times I popped a Party Time Mental like they were candy, and the few times I turned to alcohol. I wondered if this whole time, all the potions and chems I'd been polluting my body with, I'd been unknowingly killing and deforming my unborn foal.

All in the name of my own selfish crusade to bring light back into the Wasteland.

I became my mother. Having done the same irresponsible harm to my child as she did to me.

My instinctual compulsion bade me to stir it awake by nudging it with a hoof, while pulling some of the after-birth off it.

It was alive, wriggling the tiny nubs that may have been it's limbs; Making me wonder if by aborting it, that I interrupted it from fully developing.

My foal turned it's head towards me, as if it could sense the presence of its mother. Perhaps it was driven as much by instinct as I was at the moment.

My attention rose as its eye's opened and gazed upon me for the very first time.

My eyes.

I felt paralyzed. But not in the same way as the Abominations from before. No. This was a moment of imprinting myself onto my offspring. And my offspring onto me, it's mother.

I felt nothing but unconditional love as I stared into my foal's beautiful eyes.

But that moment didn't last as the abomination I'd incubated began to open it's mouth. My face went from looking in adoration of the life I'd brought into this world, to melting into a mask of horror as I watched a trio of tiny tentacles burst forth from it's little mouth. Each tentacle writhing individually in sporadic waves as a tiny, in-equine cry pierced my ears.

No. This was all wrong!

I shook my head in denial, after seeing the tentacles which brought me back to the moment I was raped and impregnated by a perverse monster.

I thought of all the other rapes, and of all the stallions who injected their evil, demonic seed inside me. I wondered which had impregnated me. Who was the father of my rape-foal?

It didn't matter, because they were all dead anyway.

I imagined the innocent life growing inside my belly, completely unaware of the evil waiting to snuff out it's life. Until the underdeveloped fetus was bathed in taint-laden ejaculate. Corrupting and warping my baby into a hideous abomination like the one who violated me just minutes ago.

My body shook in fury as I screamed at the top of my lungs, closing my eyes and raising both hooves above my head, before slamming them down into the cradle.

A warm splash grazed my cheek as I stomped my hooves and wailed in pain. Each crash of my hooves was followed by an anguished cry and a warm spatter.

I brought my hooves down a final time, before opening my eyes and removing them from the brown-bloodied corpse of my newborn.

Its little body looked indistinguishable from the many Rad-roaches I'd crushed to death. Tiny fractured bones could be seen poking through its mutilated flesh.

I fell to the floor with my hooves clutching the edge of the cradle, keeping me upright as my body went limp.

Xenith was there to catch me as I wailed into her breast.

I thought about how my own mother treated me. And all I could think was how much worse I was compared to her. She may have been too inebriated in all my memories of her, but she never raised a hoof at me. Not once.

"I killed it. I killed my baby... my baby..." I whimpered between choking sobs.

I wondered how Xenith could touch a foal-killer like me. Being that she was a mother herself.

"Don't forget to read the brochure about post-postpartum depression, after you've been discharged." The Nanny bot informed cheerily as I cried into Xenith's breast.

Black Hat

Author's Note

This was a special request chapter inspired by image 2549240 on derpibooru. I leave it up to ya'll if it's Canon or not. I don't care, it's porn :rainbowkiss: .

I was excited to work on this one. I've wanted a "Memory Orb molestation" situation for awhile, and I actually thought there was one alluded to in one of the Big 5. But maybe I was projecting. Specifically in PH when BJ was cyberdized and seeing data recordings with the film maker guy (forgot his name). Persimmon? Idk.

Enjoy!

BACKSTORY:

Calamity told his companions that he had plenty of his pick of mares ever since leaving the Enclave.

He also said that, if he ever came across a raider, that he'd shoot her until she weren't moving no more.

What he didn't tell them, that there was a mare he picked.

And they only assumed he meant with a gun.

He met a mare in the past, just days after leaving the Enclave. She was beautiful like a cactus flower and twice as sharp.

There was no getting close to her in the beginning, but she had a way of goading him into doing things for her.

They eventually became close, and he was certain she was the one, until a lucky sniper bullet took her in the prime of her life.

Calamity knew that bullet was meant for him.

You don't get to be the best Pegasus gun-for-hire caravan guard without developing a reputation.

So he went on a warpath, looking for any raider or mercenary with a weapon of similar caliber, keeping the the still intact bullet around his neck.

And when he found the raider mare who admitted to taking the shot...

He didn't want to kill her. He wanted her to hurt, and feel humiliated as he felt, when the love of his life was taken away.

Calamity stripped her barding off and raped her.

He'd raped more afterwards. It was a dark point in his life. But he justified his actions by only victimizing those who were inherently evil; like Raiders, slavers, and other fiends.

Calamity grew addicted to the thrill of fully dominating a mare, taking them against their will; and the satisfying release after. It was his way of cleansing the wasteland, by breeding the evil out of them, until they were completely and utterly broken.

He didn't stop shooting, not until they weren't moving no more.

Months passed after his first victim, he'd killed a pregnant raider mare attacking a caravan he was guarding; armed with only a pool stick.

He recognized her, knowing she had to be carrying his bastard offspring.

The colt he'd shot and killed... It was impossible, but he could've just as easily been one of his. There was no telling how many more of his bastard foals were out there raping and pillaging.

He'd done his fair share of evil in the world, and his black desperado hat was a remnant of it. However, in his mind, the evil he perpetrated was necessary for either survival, or to keep sanity.

Calamity didn't flinch after learning he'd eaten Pony flesh in Arbu, nor did he hesitate to kill a young colt from murdering a defenseless mare, whom the colt already raped.

He was too jaded to see how fucked up the world is, after witnessing countless tragedies and evil. He became numb to it all, engaging in evil without realizing it; like stealing a raider's "owned" loot, which gave him an occasional chill, like he'd done something bad.

It didn't make sense, but it didn't help to think on it too much.

Littlepip and Velvet were uneasy and angry with him after being labeled a foal killer; but they eventually came around, and Calamity credited his abundance of good karma.

Calamity told the girls he could have his pick of any mare he wanted.

He said that he'd shoot a raider, until she weren't moving no more.

They assumed he was bragging about his pedigree and charisma.

They assumed he meant with a gun.

But, they never assumed why he wore a black hat.

Black Hat

Calamity stood off to the side in a spacious foyer, watching as Velvet Remedy fiddled with the lock on a Sparkle-Cola machine. The group had decided to make camp in some random ruin, one that lost any label or indication of what it's purpose was before the war.

"Ya ain't gonna get more than one or two outta them things, if yer lucky enough to get that much." Calamity drawled while casting a glance at the regular Sparkle-Cola, and the ultra rare Sparkle-Cola ZAP! --the zap apple-flavored beverage was an ever changing spectrum of colors; the legends surrounding the drink bordered on the supernatural, some say they'd be the luckiest pony in the wastes.

Calamity heard all sorts of stories ranging from Ponies striking it rich at casinos notorious for cheating; to a story about a Pony rumored never needing to dodge bullets, claiming they'd crawl back into the guns-- with claims like that, Calamity hoped to sell it for his weight in Caps.

Unless Littlepip decided to drink it, or turn it into a bomb first... Though he secretly wanted to try it with her, since he'd never been lucky enough to find one before now.

"But there has to be one left, I can feel it!" Velvet cried.

"Thought ya'll hated pre-war sodas, didn't you chew out Lil'pip for the same thing, way back when?" He questioned.

Velvet paused and stated in a lady-like fashion. "I've developed a refined taste for one particular flavor that this machine has as an option; to which, I have a cravin need to satisfy." She then reared up and savagely rocked it back and forth with a crazed expression. "IF IT WILL LET ME HAVE IT!"

Calamity watched bemused as she continued to insert pre-war bits into the Machine's coin slot. The Sparkle Cola machine was advertising the less common cherry-flavored version of the famous drink.

"You sure you don't want Lil'pip to help-" he started to say, before being cut off.

"No! If she ever found out that I'm a hypocrite for liking this sugary swill, she'll never let me hear the end if it." Velvet huffed.

"I'm gonna check up with her, while ya'll..." Velvet took an old tire iron, and tried to pry the machine open, using her magic and hooves pressing against the metal shaft.

"Don't wait up for me, darling; I'll have my prize soon enough!" She grunted.

"E-yup." He shook his head with a grin and gathered their gear.

Calamity trotted through the apartment hallways, searching for where his missing companion had gone. Since she wasn't where he'd left her last.

"Lil'pip, where ya at, girl?" His voice echoing back off the walls.

Turning the corner of a collapsed wall, the soft glow of a memory orb illuminated the diminutive Unicorn filly, who was in a deep meditative state with the Orb.

Calamity's cheeks heated in a flash of rage. "Damn you, Pip! How many times we gotta tell ya t' quit usin' them fuckin' orbs without protection!"

His reprimand went unanswered and unnoticed by her, as if she were sleeping while laying up on her belly.

Littlpip was laid out on a mattress with her Stable Utility barding on. Her eyes were closed and face neutral in deep meditation. Her horn glowed green around itself and the adjoining Orb in front of her.

Calamity placed their gear in a corner of the room; then stood watching beside her.

His anger diminished, as he looked her over; but still wanting to enact some punishment for breaking one of the Golden rules of their group.

So long as the Orb she was viewing wasn't disturbed, the two would remain tethered by her magic.

Calamity tested this theory by lifing her chin up and witnessing the Orb follow with her movement; remaining aloft at the same distance and angle as when they started. Turning her head to the left, and the Orb moved accordingly; to the right and down gained the same result.

He grasped her foreleg and watched it limply fall back to her side, then tussled her mane and chuckling at his fun, leaving her looking disheveled.

Calamity smiled wolfishly as his mind came up with some situations he could put her in.

Maybe he'd send her afloat on a raft in the Ponetomic river, or tie her up in a compromising position; or...

Calamity's smile dropped as a dark and devious thought entered his mind.

He tore his eyes away from roaming over her body. Even covered as it was, those skin-tight Stable suits left little to the imagination.

"No, now ya'll know better than to be thinkin' thoughts like that again, we ain't like that now..." Calamity whispered to himself.

He stepped away and reached above his head, taking off his black desperado hat, then holding it out in front of him; staring at it as he pondered his past, and what he wanted to do next.

There was a reason he wore this black hat.

Littlepip was his best friend. Mistook her for a raider, he did, and almost killed her. That was an accident. But in Arbu, among all that killing and chaos, he wanted to shoot her again.

But not just with his gun.

It was a great relief to learn there was a reason behind her psychotic rage that day. And Calamity was afraid he'd have to put down--not only his best friend--but a mare he loved, and wanted more than anything in the world.

But she would never want him in the same way. However, he wanted her more than ever before, after witnessing that psychotic episode.

Something about crazed raider mares turned him on something fierce.

Maybe it was the guilt-free rape, or maybe he was drawn to crazy mares; Calamity just didn't know.

He placed the hat back on his head and studied her a moment, before giving into temptation by leaning over and smelling her mane.

She smelled like Littlepip to him, and hers was a scent he'd become familiar with over the course of their adventure together. After every shootout, she was a sweaty mess, sometimes a bloody mess too; but most often she stank clear above the cloud layer.

Calamity caressed Littlpip's face, and whispered at her while admiring her youthful, sleeping visage. "Yer a cute lil' thing, ya know that, Pip; wish I told ya that sooner, but things jus' kept gettin' in the way." He latched onto her soft ear tip and suckled while licking deeper.

His pale-brown cock began to drop from its sheath, swaying loosely beneath his belly.

He pulled back and shuffled off his leather duster, his wings springing free and on full display after it crumpled into a messy pile on the floor; then kicked it away.

"Velvet's gonna be beatin' on that machine for awhile, she ain't ever gettin' in it, and you prolly got anywhere from a half-hour to an hour left in that thang." He drawled huskily.

Calamity cradled her face and admired Littlepip's youthful beauty. She was well into her teenaged years, but still a long way from twenty.

An underaged filly by Enclave standards.

He was more than a decade her senior-- oldest by only a couple years more than Velvet-- and he was her best friend, maybe even a brother.

But deep down, Calamity was a stud in the peak of his prime, and he wanted to make Littlepip his little filly side-piece.

Any stallion in the Enclave would be lying to themselves, if they ever denied wanting to sink their cock into such a fine teenaged filly tush.

That was a pleasure he never had under Enclave rule, with all their Laws and regulations for population control; he didn't lose his virginity until his twenties, and that was taken by a senior mare officer well into her forties.

But down below the cloud layer, there was a veritable buffet of ripe, young, nubile fillys. That was mainly attributed to a combination of a low life expectancy, and rape as the primary means of reproduction in the Wasteland. A filly in heat could rarely hide their scent, if they were caught bare flanked in the open.

Sadly he'd never popped a filly's cherry. Most were taken by their own sire, before they've even gotten a Cutie Mark.

His heart raced in excitement at the prospect of breaking the seal on Littlepip's virginity, she very well may still be intact given her preference for the same sex.

He smiled in glee, knowing that Homage lacked the equipment to truly claim Littlepip, the honor was--quite literally-- his for the taking.

He still loved Velvet, she had a body that screamed 'breed me'. But variety was the spice of life, and every once in a while Calamity desired sweeter fruit.

He would never engage in pedophilia. He wasn't that fucked up. At least, that's what Calamity told himself; but only time would tell, and maybe one day he'll take his own daughter's virginity and make mare out of her. Just like many fathers did in the wastes.

But that would be between him, and his black hat.

Calamity moved lower, and planted a kiss on Littlpip's lips. His loins twitched, slowly engorging into a swollen, weighty, semi-hard horsecock.

As he pulled back, he interpreted a bashfulness in Littlepip's relaxed face and neutral expression.

"Hard to believe ya ain't even twenty, and already are the most deadly mare in the wastes." Calamity leaned in again. "And right now, I can do whatever I wanted to ya." He latched onto her mouth, kissing her fully and tonguing open her lips, getting a taste of her soft muscle as well.

Calamity kissed, licked, and suckled on her lips for a minute or two, occasionally opening her mouth to play with her limp tongue; then pulled away with a line of saliva trailing between them.

After Calamity's molestation of her mouth, Littlepip's serenely relaxed face appeared to wear a glossy-wet, coy smile.

Calamity used his wings and groomed her mane to look a little more pretty.

"Ya know, I was a might disappointed when I found out you was a full-on lesbian; I even held out hope you may be bisexual, but ya'll made it clear, ya'll only have eyes for the mares..." He sighed while caressing her face with his primary feathers, then rotated her head while bringing it closer to the edge of the mattress.

"I love Velvet, don't get me wrong, but the way ya handle yerself in a fight, the fire in your soul, and your sense of what's right and what's wrong," Calamity opened Littlepip's mouth, leaving her laying slack-jawed with only her muzzle over the edge. "You are ezactly the kind of mare I could see myself set'lin down with." He climbed above her, lining up his dangling cock, and checking on the position of the Orb.

He needed to be extra mindful, even if it was well beneath and between his hindlegs, so it shouldn't be much trouble; but Calamity doubted he had the skill to explain why he was balls deep in his lesbian best friend's throat.

"I wish you coulda made me an exception, Pip, Homage don't know how lucky she is..." Calamity took his hoof and drew up his semi-rigid cock, lifting the flesh-colored shaft and letting it flop heavily onto Littlepip's face with an audible smack of turgid flesh hitting soft filly cheeks.

"But if this is the only way I get to have ya to myself, then I'm gonna take a'vantage of it," Calamity drew back and placed the tip of his penis against her lips, then worked her mouth open, until she was almost at her limit; resting the tip of his bulbous glans just before her teeth.

Calamity pet Littlepip's mane reassuringly, before cupping the back of her head in his hoof. "Jus' t' let ya know, I've done this with Velvet when she's watchin' that Fluttershy Orb; I know what I'm doin', so don't you worry none; yer in good hooves." He slowly pushed forward while pulling her head onto himself, his cocktip forcing Pip's jaw open; kinking and compressing the soft, bulbous glans, until it squeezed passed her teeth and rebounded to its original size, opening her mouth further.

Calamity hissed in pleasure and pain as his sensitive head scraped against her sharp pearly-whites. "Gotta watch them chompers, girl." He chuckled and pushed further in, his cockhead and shaft were being wrapped in the tight, warm confines of Littlepip's mare-munching muzzle.

Littlepip laid on her side, her mouth forming an '0' around the spongey Pegasus cock; her head rocking along with Calamity's slow, methodical thrusts.

Calamity looked down, and smiled after seeing the kink around his thick semi-hard shaft just before it entered Pip's smaller mouth.

He was fighting against his own excitement, but now that he was finally here, face-fucking his best friend; Calamity's heart raced with thrill as his member swelled with blood, growing hard as a rifle barrel and filling Littlpip's muzzle until her jaw was straining against his girth.

"Fuck that's hot, Pip." Calamity moved gingerly in her mouth with barely a third of his cock's length filling her. He watched as the not-so-subtle outline of his flare moved back and forth through her stuffed cheeks.

Calamity thrusted while using the hoof on Pip's head to control how she fellated him. The soft, wet warmth of her limp tongue was like a fleshy cradle of heaven; contrasting against the roughness of teeth on his swollen glans.

He grasped a hoofful of her mane as he took longer strokes, stuffing her face full of his rigid member while bobbing her head against himself, using her mouth as his own personal pleasure hole.

Between his legs, Calamity's massive brown stallion balls swung above the glowing memory orb.

"Alright Pip, let's see how far you can take it." Calamity huffed as he bore down on Littlepip, while pulling her limp head and body towards himself. His tip found the back of her throat and pushed in, before Calamity rammed the rest if the way through; forcing twelve inches of his Pegasus pride down her gullet.

"Fuuuuck Lil'pip!" Calamity let out a beastial grunt as his cock sank into Littlepip's tight, lesbian throat; taking him all the way up to the medial ring. He pulled back and thrust forward just like that, fucking her throat with his fat, fleshy ring bumping against her lips. No longer was he bobbing her head, instead he continuously pushed her against himself while muzzle-fucking her.

The bulbous glans of his flare showed through where it entered her neck. Stroking back and forth along with his movements.

His hefty swaying seed sack swung dangerously close to the glowing Orb.

"Fuck yes, Pip." He panted above her while reverently touching Littlepip's steel-grey neck, watching as her throat bulged along with his strokes, his flare impressing itself through her hide; before moving his hoof back to her head.

"C'mon Pip, jus' a lil more." Calamity pressed his medial ring, mashing it against her lips; his firm iron rod strained as it compressing itself into her already straining mouth, before he forcefully pulled Littlepip's head while gripping a hoofful of her mane, forcing his massive ringed cock-base to slip inside, and nearly unhinge her jaw when it rebounded; leaving a large kink divot on his root.

"Good girl Pip, Ah knew ya could do it." Calamity breathlessly praised while petting her mane, his large Pegapony dick was hilted all the way down to the base, bulging out her throat.

Littlepip's snout was scrunched against his pubic sheath. Her eyes forced to clench due to the shear mass of Calamity's stallionhood filling her mouth. His taut, leathery testes pressed tight against her chin, making them look uncomfortably swollen.

"Shit, fuck!" Calamity shouted and pulled back as Littlepip's body began to go through epileptic convulsions due to the lack of air.

Littlepip's teeth caught onto his medial ring, causing Calamity's member to stretch at the base, before it compressed between her teeth and rebounded back like a rubber tube. Calamity withdrew until he was back to having a third of his shaft inside her mouth, clearing her airway of obstruction.

His plump testicles hovered above the glowing sphere.

"Sorry Pip, Ah got a lil carried away there... that's a good girl, deep breaths, that's it." He cooed down, while petting her reassuringly.

Littlepip's hot breaths puffed against his groin, while the tension in her suffocating body relaxed. Her gasping inadvertently suckled his member.

"What'd ya say we finish what we started Lil'Pip?" Calamity sank his cock back in and began to fuck her face. He drew all the way back, until his flare was stopped by her front teeth, before thrusting back in; sinking his entire length down her gullet.

Between his legs, Calamity's brown sack continued to narrowly miss hitting the Orb. Only the speed of Calamity's savage thrusts swung his heavy eggs enough to clear over the sphere.

He wasn't being gentle anymore. He pulled back Littlepip's head while ramming into her snout, causing his heavy, pent up balls to smack against her chin.

The room filled with the sound of flapping wings, and a unconscious filly getting her throat swabbed by a massive Pegacock.

The flapping of wings could be heard as his thrusts grew wilder, almost desperate as his cock flared deep in her throat, rocking the mattress with the force of his thrusts, ready to blow his load, and fill Littlepip's lesbian, filly-fooling belly with his essence; knowing it'd be his own dirty little secret.

A conscious mare wouldn't be able to take such savage treatment. Her throat would've been too tight from fear of dying by asphyxiation from a stallion cock. But Littlepip's limp, unconscious body was relaxed and unaware of what was happening; which permitted the best experience of muzzle-fucking a filly raw until her voice went hoarse.

Calamity pounded against her mouth in every way he could. His flare dipped in and out of her esophagus, feeling and experiencing every ribbed inch of her neck. He grinned proudly, relishing in his conquest; knowing he'd be the only stallion in history to ever know what it felt like to fuck her like this.

He was about to fulfill his fantasy of claiming Littlepip for himself. To fill her body with his sin. To fuck her the way he always wanted.

That thought was coupled with the taboo of having sex with --not just a close friend--but the Littlepip, the Stable dweller and Bringer of Light to the Equestrian Wasteland.

She would be his.

Such thoughts were coupled with the thrill of molesting her limp, unconscious body, coupled again with the thrill of possibly getting caught.

The amplification of thrill, excitement, and taboo escalated Calamity's sperm production to a whole new threshold. His already taut, swollen, overripe balls were darker, heavier, and painfully sore with an overproduction of virile stallion milk.

Calamity's brown balefire eggs shrank into his body as muscular contractions drew up his semen as it was pushed through the urethral tract, coalescing and pressurizing just before his rigid, flaring cockhead.

Calamity uttered a beastial grunt as he ejaculated, pressing his flanks firmly against Littlepip's muzzle, and shoving his throbbing, veiny member all the way to the root.

His nuts mashed against her chin, pushed backwards from the forceful pressure as they twitched, delivering their payload.

His flare opened a direct pathway to the bottom of Pip's stomach, as the first powerful jet impacted and splattered against the base of her tummy, riding along its curved walls before settling to pool in her belly.

His dick throbbed a second, even stronger pulse; ejaculating another large, dense wad of his white cream down her gullet, filling Littlpip's stomach with potent baby-making protein.

"Fuck... fuck, Pip... fuck..." Calamity huffed a breathless curse along with each powerful throb of his organ. His balls felt like they were physically emptying themselves down her throat; he felt his groin twitching as they continued to incrementally shrink after each gush of cum erupted from his flared tip.

Calamity watched his cock with distant fascination as he flexed his tool inside Littlepip's mouth. Her jaw and neck throbbed in time with his pulses, as if she were swallowing his load of her own volition; but her body was still slack.

He may as well have been fucking a corpse, which reminded him to pull out before she started shaking again; lest he would have to give mouth-to-mouth with her cum-breath.

Calamity's shaft softened, but his flare was still gorged with blood. Once his turgid cockhead passed her esophagus, Littlepip's body took a needy breath of air.

"Fuck Ah needed that," Calamity sighed contentedly as he pulled sixteen inches of glossy, wet stallion pride from his best friend's mouth; watching proudly as the outline of his shaft and cockflare extricated from her throat.

Between his hindlegs, Calamity's balls were still contracted into his body cavity, opening plenty of space between them and the Orb for his stallion nuts to clear unscathed.

Calamity hissed in pain as his overly sensitive flare scraped along Littlepip's teeth as Twelve inches of heavy, semi-hard shaft hung in an arch beneath Littlepip's chin. His swollen flare dribbled the last remnants of his effluence on her limp tongue, and became stuck just before her front teeth.

He had to use a free hoof to hold her jaw open to help free his gorged, swollen flare from the tight confines of her mouth.

In the wake of his euphoric release, Calamity forgot to account for his flaccid penis.

Most stallions shrank back into their sheath after sex, but Calamity was different in that regard.

He was a shower, not a shrinker.

His weighty semi-hard cock slipped free of her lips, the flare compressed then unfurled like a fleshy butterfly from her mouth; then swung away, knocking the Orb out of the telekinetic tether.

Littlepip's body jerked awake in response, causing Calamity to flap his wings in fright. Launching himself in the air, his flaccid swinging stallionhood slung strings of white and gossamer onto Littlepip's face; decorating her snout, cheek and horn-base with lines of Pegasus seed.

"Fuck!" Calamity barked, his chest pounding after nearly being gored by Littlepip's not-so-little horn.

He stood frozen in place as Littlepip returned to consciousness; her head flailing as if she awoke from a bad dream.

Littlepip looked around in confusion as she regained her senses, seeing Calamity staring at her in wide-eyed fear; his body bare and penis fully dropped, hanging thickly in an arch, and reaching below his hocks.

"Calamity, what- EWW; why are you naked, and-" Her muzzle scrunched as if she tasted something.

"Goddesses why does my throat hurt," she rasped. "And what is that weird, salty taste in my mouth; I don't remember having rad-gator eggs!?" She smacked and licked her lips, unknowingly swallowing the remnants of
Calamity's stud milk.

Calamity's chest was heaving in fear, while she was distracted, he collected the memory orb as it rolled towards him; keeping it covered with a wing, and took out one of the sodas from his pack.

Littlepip's attention was brought back to Calamity, as he showed her the strange multi-colored beverage. "Pip, now I know this looks bad, but jus' hear me out, before you do anythin' we'll both regret." he said. "Let's jus' have a drink, and talk it out."

Calamity watched as Littlepip's eyes darted from his face, to the drink, and to the glazed member swinging below his waist; which leaked a large droplet of opaque fluid from his deflated tip in that moment; hitting the floor with an audible splat during the pervading silence.

Her expression changed from concern and confusion, to one of dawning, horrified realization.

"While I was... You- d-did you rape me, Calamity?" Littlepip's voice cracked, her emotions were running wild between fear and confusion, to hurt and betrayal, and to anger and fury.

Calamity had nothing. No words. No excuse. His brain shut off, and all he could think to do was react. "I love you, Pip!" He blurted and tossed the bottle and the Orb at her.

"What-" Littlepip started to say, before reacting with magic to something thrown at her (like what the stable bullies used to do); and she was again trapped within the Memory Orb.

Calamity stood by himself in disbelief. His gambit paid off. Littlepip didn't have the skill or know-how to catch individual things. Instead he always noticed she'd wrapped everything up in one big field of levitation magic.

He backed up until his rump hit the wall; his backside sliding down the wall as he sat in shock, then disheveled his black hat as he grasped his head, coming to grips at what he'd done.

"I raped my best friend." Calamity whispered breathlessly. "I raped Lil'pip... she's gonna kill me; she'll tell Velvet and she'll kill me... and Homage too, and Homage will tell everypony; and they'll all come after me..."

His cock grew painfully stiff, as his thoughts were consumed at the idea of being hunted by a gang of crazy mares. And he wanted them too, all of them, so he could have all those crazy mares all to himself; and he'll shoot them till they ain't moving no more.

It was his policy.

Calamity turned Littlepip's body over to lay more on her back, giving him access to the zipper clasp of her Stable barding.

Using his teeth, he unzipped her suit; and as he did so, her smell assaulted his senses while the gold trim peeled away, revealing more of her bare, unwashed hide.

Those leather Stable suits weren't breathable either, and whenever Littlepip stripped for a bath, it was like her stench were pressurized underneath and released all at once; like some weaponized fog of female pheromones.

"Damn, you smell good Lil'pip." Calamity stopped to nuzzle the bare fluff of Littlepip's grey chest. She didn't have nearly the impressive of floof as Velvet--and compared to her, Pip's fluff was virtually non-existent--but Calamity didn't care; he loved it all the same, because it was hers.

He couldn't help leaving a few hickeys on her neck, and a few love-bites.

Her feminine stench grew thicker and more potent as he pulled downward, uncovering her body to the point Calamity could almost taste it. His snout touched her soft, taut underbelly as he continued to unzip her; until he reached bare skin and the subtle rise of her breasts, eyeing the tell-tale 'Y' of her cleavage between the zipper and yellow-gold trim of her suit.

Calamity peeled away her clothes, revealing the pale-grey skin of her udders. Her teats were colored with the barest hint of pink among light-grey mounds.

"Turned on, ain't ya, Pip?" Calamity teased, interpreting Littlepip's slack jaw and closed eyes, looking like she were in the midst of moaning in pleasure; before he went down and suckled on a soft, flaccid teat, while nuzzling into her pillowy, oval-shaped breast.

He molested her mammaries, biting her pink nips, while coating every millimeter of her teat with saliva as he lapped and sucked on her insanely soft feminine flesh. Littlepip's breasts were pert little things, small enough Calamity could fit one whole in his mouth.

Littlepip's pungent scent wafted strongly from the gap between her Stable suit and crotch-teats, blowing heated mare musk around Calamity's snout; saturating his senses while he finished molesting Pip's pert little tits.

Her smell triggered a desperate need to rut in Calamity, driving him to move on.

"I been wantin' to get a good look at you for some time, Pip," Calamity muttered huskily as he unbuttoned the crupper of her Stable suit with his teeth; then moved her tail out of the way as he peeled the last of her blue leather off her small nubile body; pulling it over her rump.

As Calamity stripped Littlepip, his snout brushed against her sex; which was now unhindered by the stuffy Stable suit, his next breath was assaulted by her powerful aroma, causing him to pause in realization.

Calamity stared at the beginnings of a slit, feeling a dampness on his lips, and let go of the blue leather clenched in his teeth.

"Yer in heat, Pip?" He asked while the unmistakable bouquet of estrus filled his senses. Her stench made him think of the few fresh apples he had in the past. Sweet with a hint of tart bitterness.

Velvet also tasted like apples, and Calamity was eager to taste sweeter fruit from Littlepip's younger cunny.

He wondered if them being from a stable with an all apple diet had something to do with it? Or maybe it was thier shared genetic pool of one clan of family Apples?

Calamity imagined a growing blush on Littlepip's sleeping face, after his question.

His heart raced at the idea of impregnating her. He'd sire another bastard foal, but with her as the mother of their offspring. His cock was painfully erect at the prospect of claiming her body and soul, as it slapped against his belly while flaring wide after the flex.

There was still a chance he could abandon this path of evil, explain himself, and maybe avoid capital punishment from his female companions.

He wasn't doing this exclusively out of sick, selfish pleasure. Calamity genuinely loved and cared for Littlepip. But it was a possessive, one-sided kind of love. He wanted them both for himself, and he'd gladly take Homage as well.

He'd breed them all, if they'd let him.

It was more than any Enclave stallion could ever hope for.

Littlepip understood that beautiful was a bad thing in the Wasteland, but she was ignorant of her own value as a prime broodmare, simply for being from a stable. Littlepip and Velvet's genetics were free from disease and defects wrought by the taint and radiation which pervaded the land.

Calamity understood all of this. And he'd be a fool to not sow his seeds in such a fine, unsullied product of the Pony race.

Even with her body lightly chewed by the wasteland--like so many other Ponies-- Littlepip's face and body still belied all the fairness of youth.

Littlepip was a decade younger than her fellow Stable resident, Velvet, and her youth showed its advantage through her flanks. Littlepip had the small, lithe, freshly matured rump of a tight, teenaged filly just entering marehood.

Pip's flanks were tight, round, and youthful in a way that Velvet's matured, wide, foal-bearing hips couldn't match. Like an over-sized filly.

Calamity undressed her the rest of the way, and touched her marehood reverently, then pulled her lips apart; admiring the pale pink within.

"God damn, Lil'pip, you got a bigger clit then Velvet," Calamity praised, and squeezed her springy rump.

Littlepip's pussy was a near-perfect match to her steel-grey hide. She had the desirable combination of a short, small slit, and large, plump lips with a clit the size of a pre-war Bit.

Calamity teased, pawing at the bulbous base of her vulva. "Guess you had to be blessed with size elsewhere, huh Lil'pip?" He admired her small frame, and abnormally large bud.

Calamity couldn't resist such a pert, young, sweet-looking rump, and dove his snout right in, drowning his senses in Littlepip's estrus; he shuffled between her nubile cheeks, then dragged his tongue up her slit, tasting her lesbian-loving nectar.

The body knew what was happening even if the mind didn't. Millions of years of evolution could never erase a mare's desire to be bred. Not even a lesbian like Littlepip could ignore her body's natural instinct.

Her subconscious reacted to the stimulation in her nethers, leaking an excess of lubricant; which Calamity hungrily lapped up.

He parted the lips her plump fillyhood, and reached deep inside with his tongue, tasting the ribbed walls of Littlepip's warm tunnel.

Calamity forced her clit out with a press of a hoof, and teased at the semi-firm bud with his tongue; her sex feeling hot to the touch.

Calamity wallowed in the moment with his muzzle buried deep in Littlepip's rump, her pert cheeks resting against either side of his muzzle; eating at her delicious pussy; and drowning his senses in her fertile scent.

Calamity gazed longingly at Littlepip's grey puckered little ponut, his snout pressed so tight against her slit, that her rectal flesh kissed the tip of snout.

Calamity sighed in disappointment, knowing he wouldn't have enough time, and withdrew his tongue from her nethers.

"Velvet's gotta be gettin' tired o' that machine soon; unless she's really hell bent on breaking it open, but I ain't gonna chance it" Calamity spoke idly.

He shifted Littlepip into position, turning her body to lay fully on her belly, then hauling her rump up to present itself before him.

Calamity got into position behind her, having to sit on his rump, and draped his cock over her back.

Littlepip's body was so small compared to him. "Damn, Lil'pip, you make me feel like I'm about to fuck a little filly." Calamity rested his dick between her nubile filly rump, then drew back to place the tip against her slit.

Calamity didn't want to draw this out any more. He was ready to take her. His cockhead easily engulfed her small vulva.

He pressed in, pushing Littlepip's vulva inward, his bulbous glans bent at an angle in protest against her tight entrance.

"Fuck, yer tight fukkin' cunt, Pip." Calamity grunted in frustration. He backed off and tried again, this time spreading her lips apart and setting his tip against her hole.

He pushed again, feeling the heat of Littlepip's sex stretch around his glans as it entered her tight teenaged pussy.

Warmth wrapped around Calamity's fat domed flare, along with a pinching discomfort, until Littlepip's body relented; and his bulbous head smoothly sank a few inches into her tight, moist tunnel.

Calamity released a pleasured sigh as he checked on his progress. He'd only gotten the tip inside, seeing Littlepip's plump lips around the sides, creating a tight seal around his shaft. Even with a slack pussy, and the narrowest part of his member, Littlepip's tight entrance pressed a divot around Calamity's hard dick.

If Littlepip were conscious, Calamity was sure she'd be writhing and cursing colorfully in discomfort.

Moving on, Calamity rocked his first few inches back and forth, allowing Littlepip's natual lubricant to ease his intrusion, and to stretch her out.

He didn't want to leave her bloody, broken and in pain when the memory Orb ended. But judging by how tight she was, some pain was likely an inevitable outcome.

Calamity climbed above her, placing his hooves to either side of her small frame as he got into position.

"Here I go, Lil'pip," he whispered down at her sleeping face, while bumping against her body with a few test thrusts.

Calamity bore down and rolled his waist, pushing half of his thick member into Littlepip's tight foal hole, her twisting warmth gripped his shaft as he sank further into her little body.

He pulled back until Littlepip's tight, gripping pussy choked his shaft just beneath the flared ridge of his swollen glans; then pushed back in, up to the medial ring.

Calamity felt his cock bore into parts of Littlepip that no stallion or mare has ever had the pleasure of exploring. Her muscled walls gripped him in ways that Velvet could only hope to imitate.

"Take it, Pip; you fukkin' want it," Calamity whispered above her, while bumping his fat, veiny ring against Littlepip's tight entrance; her limp, unconscious body bumping along with his firm thrusts.

Calmity stroked his shaft in and out, until she felt loosened up enough to take a little more. He spent the moment savoring every bump and ridge that stroked his flare and caressed his shaft.

On any other sadistic mare, Calamity wouldn't have cared if he'd torn or damaged something in her; but he was being slow and methodical with his precious filly friend.

At first.

Calamity's talent was fixing and improving things, customizing them to his liking, until they were improved beyond perfect condition; and he used that talent on Littlepip's tight little teenaged pussy. Using his cock like a tool, he shaped her, molding her into a proper fuck hole.

Each thrust of his member became like a hammer blow against Littlepip's soft, malleable cunt.

Her vulva lips looked as though they were sucking and swallowing Calamity's length. Rising and falling along with his girth, until the medial ring battered against her tight seal.

Calamity bore down harder, trying to force the last third of his girthy stallion cock into Littlepip's small body; his massive length kinking painfully after each failed attempt.

"Ffffshhh, grrrah!" Calamity hissed and growled at the pain, but his only focus was on claiming what was his.

The smell of a filly in heat saturated the room like a fog. And Calamity's sole purpose was to sow his seeds in her. To breed Littlepip like the sexy little broodmare she was.

Slowly Calamity chipped away at her tight, fleshy barrier, his fat medial ring entering only millimeters beyond Littlepip's overstretched cunt lips; getting it wet and lubricated bit by little bit.

On the next push, Calamity felt it sink in, his cocktip pushed against a resistance deep inside Littlepip's body; but there was no sudden looseness after conquering such a tight space, instead it was a constant pressure around his base.

Calamity had sunk almost the full length of his cock into Littlepip's body. Sixteen inches of his Pegasus Pride was wrapped snuggly inside her Unicorn snatch, coated in slick lesbian juices.

Calamity checked on her to make sure he didn't damage anything.

"Holy shit, Pip..." He gasped at the sight.

Calamity knew he was larger than the average stallion. But Littlepip's small body made his cock look monstrously large by comparison.

Littlepip's tight pussy-seal nearly disappeared. Reduced to a tiny, thin ring around his throbbing cockbase; his veiny root also touched either side of Pip's pert rump-cheeks, leaving a divot on each side of her plot. Her cute little pucker was compressed and misshapen into an oval against her dock.

Down below, the shear size of his dark brown mass spread Littlepip's pussy so wide, it exposed her soft, semi-hard bit-clit.

Calamity pulled back, alleviating some of the tightness, watching as Littlepip's pussy-lips dragged back with him, as if they didn't want to let him go; her vulva-seal growing back in size.

The outline of his medial ring appeared beneath her ponut, before tugging it out with an audible squelch of wet flesh.

"Ah fuck yes, Pip, that's it," he pushed back in, and began to make longer, fuller strokes as Littlepip's pussy was molded into a perfect cock sleeve just for him.

Calamity shifted above her, pulling his cock out until only the fat domed head remained inside, then pushed the shaft back in, until it came to a brief, full stop; before his girthy medial ring forced through her pliable plothole again.

He let his sadistic glee emerge through a small grin as his excitement grew to a new level. Calamity was covering her back, his hooves planted and making light humping motions against her plot, watching Littlepip's small body bumping along with his thrusts.

His cock was fully buried in Littlepip's warm, wet teenaged filly snatch; and the smell of her estrus was driving him into a feral rut.

Calamity stared down at Littlepip's slack, sleeping face, and kissed her as a lover would, then pulled back.

"So this is what dyke pussy feels like," he thrust forward, mashing his balls with her clit. The shear size of his shaft exposing the semi-soft bud, before swinging forward and smacking against it. Littlepip's wet, ribbed walls stroked, squeezed, and caressed his member.

"I'm gonna make you mine Lil'pip," he said as he withdrew his dick a few inches, leaving his fat ring inside, and thrust again, fucking her with it.

"I'm gonna put my foal in ya, you're gonna make-unf- a great mother Lil'pip," he huffed and grunted as he pulled back again, before pushing forward with another ball-smacking thrust.

Calamity's pace gradually quickened as his thoughts excited him. He was committing numerous crimes, and he didn't care one damn bit. He wasn't just fucking an underaged filly, but raping her, and was knowingly about to impregnate her.

Statutory rape of a minor, actual rape, breeding without permit, and sexual assault.

The only thing that could make this better, was letting Littlepip know she was being bred against her will.

Calamity couldn't help but wonder how Littlepip would react to him fucking her lesbian breeding hole.

He could only imagine what she'd say to him right now, and what she'd do.

Curse words of a whole new caliber to be sure, and maybe something involving her insanely strong telekinesis and his testicles, perhaps.

Calamity was bumping into Littlepip and glanced at the Orb floating just a short distance away.

He could swipe at it with a wing, bring Littlepip back to consciousness, and have her bucking wildly on his dick.

The thoughts excited him, and Calamity bit down on Littlepip's withers, his penis flaring inside her tight, moist, narrow canal.

Tempting as it was, but too risky; he decided to settle with raping her limp, unconscious body.

He began to buck her in earnest, making long, hard strokes of his swollen rod; the crushing depths of Littlepip's vagina changed, molding itself around his member with each pounding thrust.

Calamity fucked her with his swollen flare, dragging it along every bump and ridge of every inch inside Littlepip's vagina. Stretching and hollowing her out with his swollen, turgid head.

The sound of slapping wet flesh pervaded itself within the direlect room, echoing in rapidly rising frequency.

Calamity wasn't being gentle anymore, nor did he care. His only focus was on breeding his mare.

Faster and faster he thrust as pressure and warmth surrounded his pride. His cum was being drawn up again, feeling it pressurizing in his stallion rod.

Calamity switched to smaller, rapid thrusts, trying to coax his orgasm; while working to get the last remaining centimeter of his dick inside Littlepip's sweet pussy.

His fully flared head bumped against Littlepip's cervix. Her opening was being exposed little by little after each small, rapid thrust.

Calamity couldn't hold back any more.

With a final long stroke followed by several smaller ones. Calamity pushed hard against Littlepip's rump, lifting her limp form against his crotch; burying the last remaining bit of his base into her overstretched pussy.

Inside her vagina, Calamity's flare plugged itself against her cervical barrier, the force pulling back his bulbous glans and exposing the long urethra tube as it penetrated into the opening of Littlepip's uterus.

Calamity's cock flexed angrily and pulsed, shooting a thick, creamy stream of fresh foal batter directly into Littlepip's womb; painting her back wall in a tsunami of white effluence.

The girth of his shaft expanded in rhythm with each pulse of his ejaculation, stretching Littlepip's sex just that tiny bit more, after each flex of his veiny member.

Calamity breathed a stalliony snort through his nose while still biting Littlepip's withers, after each flex of his cock; injecting load after load of Pegasus seed into the unicorn's fertile field.

His shaft throbbed painfully after his second orgasm, followed by an equally painful pulse of his over-flared head as it squirted foal-batter into Littlepip's womb.

After the sixth shot, Calamity's contractions became less intense. So he dismounted from Littlepip's back, and turned her over onto her back; while keeping his flared dick inside her pussy.

Calamity gently fucked Littlepip while holding her legs spread apart, and waited for his cock finished coming as it continued to dribble the remnants of his ball-sack into her vagina, lubricating his slow thrusts.

He wanted the moment to last forever. Just him stroking his glazed dick inside her thoroughly used pussy. He bumped against her lovingly, cherishing each sensation her tight canal gave him; burning the details into his mind.

A small pang of disappointment hit his chest, realizing there was no virgin blood decorating his cock. But he uttered a sigh, accepting her tight lesbian hole as probably just as good as the real thing.

"Velvet's gotta be gettin' close to givin' up soon, I don't wanna leave; but I can't stay after this... normally I would clean you up and suck my mess outta ya, like with Vel, but there's no point now." Calamity pulled back, removing the sixteen inches of his stallion pride from her velvet tunnel. He watched longingly as each inch was removed, only stopping as his bloated oversized flare became stuck for a moment.

His engorged flare stretched her plump filly lips, obscenely looking like she was giving birth to his cockflare, before it came out with an audible pop of wet, sticky flesh; before resting flaccidly while draped over the mattress edge.

Calamity sat back and basked in the afterglow, while admiring his work. A dollop of white leaked from Littlepip's marehood, trailing a small puddle of Pegasus spunk from her slit.

"Fuck, I bred you Pip, you're gonna be carryin' my foal now, ain't ya?" Calamity said, placing a hoof on her springy rump to caress and rock her body in a reassuring way.

Calamity reached down and spread Littlepip's vulva, admiring the white, sticky mess he made in her; then drew back with a little of his spunk clinging to his hoof.

He breathed a contented sigh, and relaxed... until Velvet Remedy rounded the corner, humming happily as she enjoyed the sugary-sweetness of her Cherry-flavored Sparkle-Cola.

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Calamity's eyes went wide and mouth gaped in fear as his marefriend rounded the collapsed corner, seeing her pause with a shocked expression.

Velvet saw Littlepip, her bare naked body laying on the bed, the glowing memory Orb floating tethered by her green magic, and her slack-jawed face. Along with the musky stench of sex and pheromones saturating the room, practically pushing away to replace the musty air, and hitting her in the face like a rolling fog.

Calamity sat fearfully while caught holding Littlepip's hindlegs spread apart, her tiny pink teats on display before him; and his fleshy-brown semi-hard cock draped over the mattress' edge. His flaccid and flared shaft was decorated with a glazed wetness matching the shiny gossamer coating Littlepip's exposed vulva; and both were leaking a white discharge from their sex.

"Calamity, what the FUCK!" Velvet Remedy barked angrily at him.

Calamity quickly reached over, opened, and took a swig of Sparkle-Cola ZAP!.

'Maybe after this, I'll jus' be lucky I'm alive.' he thought.

Some time later, Littlepip awoke from the memory orb.

If Calamity were still around, she knew exactly what to do. She spent her time in the Orb wisely--though it was hard to think, while also living in another pony's body; and getting over the existential crisis of him betraying her trust--she managed to devise a way to neutralize her Pegasus companion.

Her plan was to capture and question, but she'd only kill him, if he gave her no other choice. It wasn't an easy thing for her to steel her resolve towards.

She awoke from the Orb, her plan and resolve immediately vanished in the wake of a massive pain she felt in her abdomin.

Littlepip doubled over, cluching her womb while rolling side-to-side as she cursed.

"Motherfucking, goddessdamn, Celestia's molten sun-cock fucking Luna's bitch-asshole," Littlepip grit her teeth and growled in pain as the feeling eventually dulled to a throbbing ache.

"Owe, my cervix, my cunt, owe..." Littlepip hissed in pain and touched her vulva with a tender hoof, feeling a soreness in her vagina while her labia felt swollen and bruised. There was a slimy, sticky, slickness coating her genitals. And her legs were lightly caked in dried, sticky whiteness.

She pulled back her hoof, seeing lines of gossamer and white dripping sticky strings between her hoof and abused pussy.

"Eww, Calamity, why..." Littlepip wimpered. "He... he raped me, while I was..." Her womb felt bloated, and she could feel the slimy, wet mess Calamity left in her vagina, whenever she clenched her tunnel, and felt her walls rubbing smoothly together.

Her tunnel was completely flooded with bodily lubricant and stallion jizz.

The sensations stimulated her sensitive nerves, making her cheeks flush as her arousal grew.

Littlepip was a lesbian, but she was still a horny filly in heat. Every mare in estrus felt the need and desire to mate and be bred by an alpha stud. It consumed every moment of every thought. The thoughts and desires grows exponentially the longer a mare withholds from satisfying those urges.

And Littlepip abstained for her whole life, until now. Homage lacked the fluids needed to calm her down. So her needs grew and grew to the point she started seeing Calamity as a potential mate.

For days she unconsciously raised her tail around Calamity, and winked her clit at him whenever he stood behind her. Only her full-body Stable Utility jumpsuit saved her from mortifying embarrassment.

But her salvation was also her damnation.

The tightness of the leather suit gave little room for her abnormally large clit to wink. Thus it gave her sexual stimulation whenever she flexed her burning hot, swollen bud. Rasping the sensitive bundle of nerve ending against the tight, restricting, leather.

Estrus was driving her crazy to the point she wanted to strip off her barding, and have Calamity do what stallions did best for a filly in need.

A thought that both reviled and intrigued her.

But now his cum was already inside her, and all the cooling relief with it.

"He ejaculated his semen into me... gross, there's so much of it!" Littlepip whined as she shifted on the bed, and watched as a small flood of Pegasus spunk gushed from her nethers, and stain the mattress below.

She felt better. Not good, given the soreness of what she imagined was a ravenous rut. But the craven need for a stallion cock was toned down several degrees.

Which was the reason she withdrew into the memory orb, it was the only non-sexual relief she had. Masturbation without the accompanying ejaculate from a stud just made things worse.

Littlepip found snippets of information which eluded to the existence of a synthetic semen substitute that Pre-war mares used in devices called "coolers". It was supposed to have all the cooling relief of the real thing, without the risk of pregnancy.

It wasn't a priority, at first, but finding the information on how to make the stuff was something Littlepip wanted to shift all her efforts towards, especially since her heat was worse than any of her past ones before.

She was certain it was due to an increased exposure to real, actual sunlight.

If anything, Littlepip knew it would make a great gift for Homage, who'd managed to find more sex toys to use on her. Some fake sperm would be icing on the cake. Or more accurately, Littlpip would be the cake, and Homage would totally coat her in icing, except the icing would be the faux semen they'd make together.

Or she'd squirt on her again like last time, that was fun too, and Littlepip wouldn't mind doing that again. Or the time Homage poured a whole potion bottle full of her fem-cum down Littlepip's vagina to help with her estrus.

Her beautiful mare worked so hard to produce so much for her, just to fail...

Littlepip's thoughts did little to help lower her need.

However though, her need was low, but not zero.

She looked around the room, and found Velvet lying on the floor, her face down and rump up; her hind-end facing towards Littlepip.

At first Littlepip noticed the memory orb tethered in her magic, while Velvet herself was unconscious; but those were secondary after seeing Velvet's glossy ebony marehood facing towards her.

And Velvet's slit was leaking a dollop of white, just like her own.

"He blew a load in you too?" Littlepip asked aloud. "But he said he loved me, and he loves you; so why would he do this?"

Her questions quickly left the forefront of her mind as Littlepip kept staring at Velvet's perfect, curved, ebony vulva.

Littlepip started stroking her marehood, the pleasure complimented the soreness, reminding her of the time she spent with Homage and her double-dick toy.

She imagined Calamity's powerful physique dominating her helpless frame.

She masturbated to the sight of Velvet's pussy, wanting nothing more than to molest her beautiful black cunt; to run her tongue between Velvet's slit and taste the pink within.

Though she felt angry and betrayed. There was still a love she felt for him.

"Fuck Calamity, you foal-murdering, rapist fucking bastard," Littlepip moaned while her hoof circled around her rock-hard clitorus. The bud making long, hard winks that was painfully engorged, caused by how incredibly horny she was.

Littlepip's hoof made rapid strokes on her vulva; massaging her filly-cunt up and down, and side-to-side; flicking her swollen bud on every pass.

Littlepip started gasping in effort as a familiar coil in her pelvis began to tighten further and further, ready to spring at any moment.

"I'm gonna k-kill you for this, Ca-AH, Calamity, but first I'm gonna- I'm gonna c- c- coooome!" The coil became an explosive orgasm which rocked through her body in crashing waves, causing her to convulse while still stroking her gushing pussy; flicking filly cum and stallion semen everywhere, staining her inner thighs, the mattress, and part of the wall from the force of her spasms; her tail and rump were completely soaked.

Littlepip collapsed in a breathless heap, panting like she'd just ran across half the wasteland on a fetch quest. Her damp, sweaty body soaked into the musty, cum-stained mattress as she cooled down.

The needy ache for mating was still there, but now it was bearable.

Littlepip placed a hoof on her belly, just above her teats, and stroked the tiny, imperceptible bump of her womb.

She imagined there were millions of sperm wearing tiny black desperado hats swimming to swarm the ovum she'd created this estrus season. One would reach her egg first, and use its tail to throw off its hat, before diving in to fertilize it with a hearty whoop of glee.

A small smile graced her lips. "Let's go get your daddy, and make him take responsibility for you." She said to her belly. "But first..."

Littlepip rolled off the mattress and sauntered over towards Velvet's raised and presented rump.

"Velvet, Velvet, Velvet," Littlepip cooed, and sat on her haunches before her dripping black cunt.

"Ick," Littlepip's snout scrunched in disgust at the sight of Velvet's wrecked, cum-filled ebony-black snatch.

But Littlepip's hormones allowed her to easily push down her disgust, and make her drawn to the pungent scent of stallion semen.

"This is for that little stunt you tried to pull on me, Velvet; maybe don't offer yourself so flagrantly." She leaned over, speaking towards Velvet's sleeping face. Her head laying sideways on top of her hooves against the floor, like she was taking a nap with her rump held straight up in air.

Littlepip leaned forward and lapped up Velvet's slit, coating her tongue in a small deluge of bodily fluids, and tonguing around her full, curved vulva lips.

Calamity's salty cum was a perfect complement to Velvet's sweet nectar. Littlepip quickly grew to crave their flavor, and spread Velvet's lips apart to lap deeper inside her vagina; before Littlepip placed her mouth at Velvet's entrance, and sucked out what she could.

Littlepip always heard that all the mares in Stable 2 tasted like Apples, but nopony knew why. Sadly Littlepip didn't have anyone else to compare her to, besides Homage.

It was a good, small meal, but strangely enough it satisfied her hunger; which Littlepip didn't recall eating before going into the Orb.

"Hmph," Littlepip grunted indignantly, remembering the soreness in her throat and the salty taste in her mouth. It made sense that Calamity would've already fed her his cock and ball juice, which explained why she wasn't currently super hungry.

She rubbed her stomach with a hoof, imaging her belly and womb both filled to the brim with stud milk.

It should've disgusted her. But Littlepip recalled in the Stable's sexual education class, Pony's senses are dulled to things that normally would gross them out.

Littlepip figured it was true, and lapped deeply inside Velvet's velvet canal, while playing with her own clit. She spread Velvet's vulva apart and played with her flaccid black bud as well.

Littlepip withdrew and nosed between Velvet's legs, and suckled on her large, semi-firm teats; pressing her snout into Velvet's cleavage from behind, her voluptuous breasts poking between her hindlegs; squeezing them together with their combined mass.

It was amazing that Velvet had never foaled before, and yet possess teats that could compete with the Goddesses.

Littlepip was in heaven, her snout buried in the the cleavage of the most sexy mare in Stable 2; and finally getting to try her pussy... until Velvet's body jerked awake, whipping around and blasting her with the numbing spell. Totally immobilizing her.

"Oh Littlepip, I'm so sorry, I thought you were-" Velvet paused, realizing she hadn't been wrong to assume she was still being raped; just by a different pony than she expected. "First Calamity and now you!! What the fuck is wrong with everypony today!?"

PH: The Filly and the Wretch.

Scotch Tape fidgeted in her seat, pointedly trying to ignore the stallion sitting next to her inside the fuselage of the rocket. It's been awhile since they found Blackjack, once again, cuddled up next to her Blank body.

Scotch was fresh off another cry session, and sat in numb silence next to Bastard; the black trench coat-wearing hitpony stallion they saved from the moon blowing up.

After Blackjack passed out from a panic attack, they got into a heated argument, and Scotch Tape said some things she now regretted.

Bastard was sitting with his head hanging back over the bench headrest, enjoying another cigarette; it's wispy trail of smoke floated above them.

Scotch found it difficult to look at him as she apologized. "Hey, um, I'm sorry about what I said, I didn't-"

"Didn't mean it?" He drawled at the ceiling of their rocket ship.

Scotch Tape layed her ears back at him, looking miffed, then sighed pensively. "You don't deserve to die, I'm really sorry; I just got so mad at you, and Blackjack, at everything, and it just sort of... came out." She looked up innocently at him, expecting some forgiveness or backlash.

Bastard didn't react, and remained staring up at the ceiling. The light reflecting off his glossy black glasses made them look like two pale, featureless eyes. "It's alright, we all say stupid shit we don't mean from time-to-time. You miss your daddy, and wish it were me instead of him; saw that one coming a mile away... so... glad you got that out of your system." He sighed casually then used magic to take a drag off his cigarette to blow a smoke ring.

Scotch managed to smile. "Thank you, for talking with me, I mean; and listening, and stuff." Her cheeks burned, embarrassed by her attitude after leaning on him for comfort.

She had her head buried into his shoulder for hours after they left the moon. Then they talked, more crying and more awkward comfort. It was nice, until they started fighting. Now all she could feel was a warm fuzziness when looking at him.

Bastard talked around his cigarette. "Don't mention it, kid, you've been through a lot of bad shit in a short time for a filly your age." He seemed to withhold more, but Scotch wasn't going to push.

Kid... that word was like a rad-roach in her brain she just couldn't squash. She'd been through so much, seen so much, and did as much as any adult pony would do. She was practically a mare herself in all but body, and that was quickly catching up too; or so she thought. She's even had sex! Colts and fillys, some her age, some younger, some a little older.

Bastard had been kind of nice to her since they met, even though he was kind of a... bastard. Despite being under threat of death by Blackjack, Scotch felt like she could trust him regardless.

Looking him over, she saw that the petrel grey-ish-white Unicorn was rugged and thin like any other wastrel; having a small, but toned athletic build much like her daddy.

Images of her father superimposed themselves over Bastard's neutral-coated visage. P-21 had returned for just a moment in her eyes, then the pain of loss and greif emotions welled up again. It was like everything inside her was being twisted forever.

'If only dad was here. I want him back. I want him here. I just want him.'

She remember his gentle smile, the caring way he'd look at her. Knowing he was proud of her. A smile she'd never see again, except in memory.

'I need him. I need... something! A hug! Anything! I need... I want... I want to feel...'

Scotch fought against the rising tide of grief and loss; then those feelings ebbed as a thought occurred to her.

'I want to feel... good.'

It wasn't even a full day ago her father and Blackjack had sex in a space ship much like this. Sex was Blackjack's emotional reset button. Could it work for her?

Scotch didn't know what her own reset button was. She was sad, hurt, and empty, and angry, and a million other things at once; most of her spite was directed at Blackjack. But she had to acknowledge that Blackjack was always in a better place, physically and mentally after the act.

Her gaze shifted to the next row of seating in front of them, where the new and "improved" cyber alicorn Blackjack was cuddling up with her stupid, brain-dead Blank body. All in an effort to avoid Scotch. She was out for hours at a time, so there was plenty of time before she woke up again. If she ever would.

'Could it work for me?' Scotch wondered.

'Maybe, I could try it with him?' She thought, looking Bastard over in a different way as something stirred in her tummy. That familiar tingle she'd get when looking at a colt she liked, that feeling fought against and mixed with the twisting grief within. It wasn't better, but it was... something, at least.

He was probably as old as her daddy, more than a decade her age. 'He'll probably say I'm too young and say no anyway.' She frowned.

'Okay, here goes; worse that can happen is he'll say no and maybe barf.' Scotch thought bitterly, and took a breath to gain her confidence.

She tried to sound appreciative. "Thank you for helping me through this, uhm, would it be okay if- I mean- if you want, I could pay you back for, you know, for being so nice and putting up with me?" She fidgeted in her seat, her feelings pitched and yawed between wanting him to say no, and wanting him to say yes.

Bastard had his head hung back over the headrest, blowing smoke rings. "Oh yeah, you got a couple million Caps stashed somewhere? Cause that'd help me to settle my debts, which was the thing I gave up to save my hide from crazy over there." He asked without taking his eyes off the ceiling, and gestured vaguely over at Blackjack.

Scotch frowned then swallowed the lump forming in her throat, sending it down to the sickening pit of her tummy, and suggested apprehensively above a whisper. "N-no, but... We could have... sex?"

Bastard stopped mid-drag on his cigarette and looked at her from over his black sunglasses.

"You're serious?" he said more as a statement, raising a brow.

"I am." She replied, but felt as though she were falling. It definitely wasn't the lack of gravity.

He licked his lips in contemplation as he looked her over.

Scotch swallowed nervously. Bastard wasn't even hiding the fact he was checking her out. She followed his teal eyes as they roamed over her body, lingering around her rump the longest. She could practically feel his gaze. A shiver went up her spine, both exhilarating and violating, her tummy queasy and fluttery.

Bastard floated his cig above and behind them and spread his legs. Scotch looked down, seeing his sheath and sizeable orbs.

She'd never been with a grown pony before, and being older meant he'd have bigger equipment than colts her age. Scotch Tape had experience with a few colts and fillies back in Chapel, but the differences between them and Bastard were made immediately apparent.

Still, he was a far cry from her daddy, she'd snuck a few looks while he was extra relaxed, or eyeing up some stallion in town. Scotch often wondered if it was his role as a breeder that made them bigger. Knowing her dad had plenty of practice and skill, and she guiltily wanted to know her father's love in that way despite taboo. But now she'll never get a chance to, and would have to settle for a substitute.

Scotch's face flushed at his maleness, and spread her legs to show off her body in turn.

Bastard's gaze trailed between her thighs, where a pair of developing teats rested. Larger than he expected for a filly of her suspected age. Two perky hills rested between her legs. Soft filly mounds lighter in shade to the olive green around them; and her nips were near black with the barest shade of green on them as well.

Bastard admired her. 'Damn, Earthies sure grow 'em fast... fuck, if only you were a few years older, kid; some lucky colt will help you grow those out... well, fuck, we're really about to do this...'

He preferred a more matured mare, exotic ones with experience and a body to take all he has. Busty Broodmares with full figures, and udders to make a milk brahmin jealous. He would've never initiated it, but Bastard couldn't deny, he wanted to fuck this filly.

'Might be a shit rut, but I could go for some pussy; her daddy at least gave her a pretty mane, fuck-ugly coat though, definitely from the mom... still, the little slut is sexy where it counts." She had pretty blue eyes, her daddy's. Sexy lips. A cute round rump; and suck-able teats.

'She's asking for it, and that crazy alicorn bitch did say to give her anything she wanted... crazy as she is, she was right, we might die very soon, may as well see how far the little mare wants to take it; and besides, when else am I gonna get a chance at pussy on this short of notice?'

"You sure, kid?" He simply asked, expecting her to back out.

Scotch glanced at where Blackjack was hidden behind the seat, Bastard did the same. When their eyes met, he sensed a change in Scotch. It was as if she matured a few years in just hours.

"Yeah, I want this, and I'm not a kid, I've done this a few times already." She glowered.

Bastard blinked in surprise, then licked his teeth while putting out his cig. 'Snippy little firebolt. Fuck me, am I really about to rut a little filly, right after she just lost her daddy... yep, yes I am; fuck I'm such a bastard.'

He shifted to get more relaxed in his seat and spread his legs more. "Alright, let's see what you can do, little filly." He teased, smirking cockily at her annoyed expression.

Despite his needling, Scotch had to admit Bastard was kind of handsome, in a rough and tumble sort of way. And was glad he gave her the lead.

So she moved to kiss him.

Bastard was impressed that she didn't go straight for his crotch. Instead, Scotch saddled his thigh and planted a kiss on the side of his lips, while a small hoof made circles on his chest.

'Damn... She knows what she's doing, I'll give her that.'

Scotch traced his scruffy jawline with pecks, before he went in to get a taste of her lips in turn.

Scotch barely stood the dry smell of tobacco. His mouth tasted sour. But the feeling was getting her... somewhere. Everything inside her felt like a swirling, queasy mess. She tried to imagine it wasn't a stranger she met on the moon, instead she manifested her father's blue facade over Bastard's neutral-colored pallet.

'Daddy... I miss you so much, dad; just be with me, be with me.' Her snout buried into Bastard's neck as she straddled him, grinding her pussy against his thigh, her teats became erect and poked against his belly. She went for his mouth again, tonguing him deeply, lapping at each other together.

Bastard hummed, getting into it. 'Whoa, she's good, damn...' He matched her intensity, invading her smaller mouth with his; her mouth and tongue felt tiny by comparison and yielded to his advances easily.

She separated from him, staring and panting at Bastard's teal eyes over his black glasses. Blue eyes superimposed over them, intensely looking back at her behind its mirrored surface.

Bastard nipped at her neck as a hoof slid down her tummy, cupping against her mound and drawing circles over the hard teat.

'Oh daddy, yes touch-.' "Touch me..." Scotch gasped aloud in his mouth and sought out his attention, her hoof also moved down to paw at his package, seeing the knobby head was already poking out while he gave her hickeys. His dark, grey mottled cock grew, and grew, until it was limply resting against her thigh, reaching and arching over her rump.

She reached further to lift his weighty sack, holding his orbs as they overpoured around the flat of her hoof. She stroked his dark shaft as it grew, and hardened, then widened.

"Whoa." Scotch Tape looked dumbstruck at Bastard's tool.

Scotch expected him to be bigger, him being a full grown stallion, but she never knew just how much of a difference it would be compared to the colts her age. This wasn't some short, thin, little colt cock. Even the biggest colt was put to shame, she wasn't expecting a Unicorn to be so long and girthy.

In truth, Bastard was perfectly average, his length was only a couple inches than her foreleg, and his girth was nearly twice that of a colt.

Scotch could visibly see he was longer than a colt; but definitely not as long, nor as girthy, as her daddy. But, what Bastard lacked in length, he made up for in girth.

"Hope you're looser than you act, kid." Bastard smiled cockily, knowing she was having second thoughts.

Scotch looked annoyed. "I can handle it just fine."

"Turn around, present yourself."

"I thought I was in charge?" She pouted playfully.

Bastard eyerolled. "You are, I'm not going to do anything stupid that would lead to a crazy cyber alicorn mare to popping my head like a grape, this is... It's just my thing, okay? You can trust me, you'll like this."

Scotch reluctantly did as he asked, lowering her front half to lay her head on the bench seat, while presenting her rump to the stallion. She felt cold and passionless.

Bastard placed a hoof on her rump while stroking his semi-ridged member with magic, admiring her cute little tush.

'Fuck, her rump isn't much bigger than my hoof, damn springy and tight though; if only you were a little older, I'd plough you right proper.'

He willed magic to grasp Scotch by the base of her tail, then lifted it out of the way. Her filly snatch was a puffy oval shape, shorter and smaller overall compared to what he was used to. He spread her open, unveiling a curtain of bright healthy pink, leading into a tight, narrow hole.

And that's all she was to him, just a hole. No getting attached.

His attention shifted onto the color of her tail. Blue. Like the stallion he and others tried so hard to kill, but just couldn't for lack of luck, skill, or some fucked up form of destiny.

'He made a fine-looking pussy, I'll give him that.'

Bastard couldn't help but think how, just hours ago, he was trying to kill this girl's father and all her friends, maybe even her too. And now, here Bastard was molesting that stallion's little filly, about to fuck her brains out, maybe even impregnate her in the process.

Definitely would make top 10 of the most fucked up things he's ever done.

'Thanks for dying, dumb fuck, look at what your self-righteous death has gone and done. Leaving your underaged daughter a cock hungry slut, begging your would-be killer to pop a fat load in her cunt; Father of the year!'

In a messed up way, it did excite Bastard to small degree. He almost killed and even fought beside her father. And now he was going to rut that stallion's underaged daughter.

'What a fucked up life we live, kid.'

He wondered what future awaited Scotch. She was evidently loose and willing. Assuming she lived long enough. Bastard couldn't see her becoming anything more than a chem addicted whorse blowing stallions for one more hit in some brothel like in Flank. Maybe popping out foals like a broodmare, the ones that manage to survive being grown in her polluted womb.

So what did it matter to him? At least he got to try her before she was a disease-infested wretch. She asked for it, so that's supposed to make it okay, and they were probably going to die in a fireball once this hunk of junk got back to Equus.

Except, Bastard didn't feel it.

Because he couldn't just take advantage of her. She was young, and he was just the next life lesson. Since she was willing, then he could be okay with it, even eager for it; but there was the other one to consider.

His gaze snapped to where Blackjack was still cuddled up with that living copy of herself.

'Do her whatever she wants.'

'Fuck it.' He dove in and delivered a long lick up Scotch's slit, eliciting a gasp and tense shivers from the filly. 'She can set the pace, after I get a taste.'

Scotch was never with a pony as skilled as he was. The colts and fillies were always so timid and eager to get on with it, they scarcely gave more than a few licks. And none had developed a taste for it yet. She closed her eyes and imagined it was her father back there, licking and lapping at her hole.

Bastard held nothing back. His tongue was gliding up and down, over and inside her entrance. His wet muscle felt so big and broad by comparison of all the smaller, timid tongues she's had poke around back there. But Bastard didn't poke, he ate her. Constantly dipping down to lick over her clitoral hood, before moving up to spread and taste inside her slit, just to glide back down and tickle at her exposed, swelling bud with rapid flicks.

"Dahmmh," Scotch moaned incoherently, her rump pushing back, boosting Bastard's confidence to go further.

Whenever he spread her open, she had to fight the sensation to pee. He wouldn't just stick his tongue inside, no, he did so much more. Bastard would slurp at her juices, apply suction on her clit, and twist around in her vagina in seemingly random patterns.

She flexed, earning Bastard a hard, needy wink for his efforts; to which he enjoyed his reward by drinking in her fresh juices.

'Fuck, this is some fresh pussy.' Bastard noted just how clean she tasted.

He used his magic like a speculum, and opened her up all the way, peeking inside her moist pink tunnel. Scotch gasped. 'Yep, she ain't no virgin, pity for me; bet she'll still feel like one though.' Bastard grinned.

"Whoa, whoooahhh, shh," Scotch bared her teeth, suddenly feeling a tingle snake its way inside, before suddenly feeling full as she was spread wide open. Her clit winking like mad against the force filling her. "Like my magic trick?"

"Can't say I've ever experienced that." She pursed her lips, trying not to show how she enjoyed it.

"Figured you might like it."

"What are you doing back there?"

"Just seeing for myself if you're really not a virgin." He said casually, as if inspecting an object he'd yet to decide to barter on.

"I told you, I'm not new at this." Her ears laid back at him. "Pretty sure if you do that to all the fillys they wouldn't be either."

"Lucky you, kid; you're my first and only filly; I prefer older mares with a bit of meat on their bones, big teats and rumps that know how to fuck."

He seemed to have trigged something in her. "Oh, I can fuck, wanna see?" She pushed her rump against him, forcing him against the backrest of their bench seat.

Scotch turned and straddled Bastard.

Bastard used his magic to stabilize and wet his tip with her juices, brushing it back and forth along her slit. Scotch sank back and his head slipped between them, lubricating his shaft to the ring.

Attempting penetration again, Scotch used a hoof to block his squishy glans from sliding forward, pushing it back and gyrating her hips to wet him further; feeling the tip part her folds, slickening after every stroke.

Bastard thought she'd take it slow. Instead, once his tip knocked into place with her entrance, she sank down on his shaft smoother than what he assumed she was capable of; taking the first few inches like a champ.

'She definitely ain't no virgin... damn she's tight.' Bastard's face winced as his cock was compressed into the filly's gripping, wet snatch.

Scotch's ears pinned back and face cringed, her teeth grit before her mouth opened into a silent scream as Bastard's flare and length entered her. A feeling of stretching and fullness blossomed inside just on the cusp of pain, before her features relaxed with a pleasured gasp.

'Fuck that was sexy, bet that was a good stretch, huh, kid?' Bastard grinned, then flexed, inflating his shaft to full mast; stretching her just that little bit more, while she in turn gripped him tighter with uncontrolled spasms.

They both hissed, sighed, and gasped at the intensity of their union. Scotch was stuffed by his girth, while Bastard was lightly pinched into a tight warm tunnel of the most pleasurably defined ribbed walls he's ever felt. No mare he'd taken before had this much texture.

'Ah yeah, fresh tread in this pussy.'

Scotch used the couch backing for support to gingerly lift herself up. His flare threatened to pop out, but before that happened, she squatted back down; lubricating his shaft more and more with each passing, until she could smoothly slide the few inches she could comfortably take.

'Okay, concentrate, Scotch, not too far or he'll pop out.'

Her throat uttered strained, little grunts, whines, moans, and squeaks; his flare rubbing against her ribbed walls with each stroke up and down. It got easier after each pass, but took no less amount of work. She had to focus to not lift up too far, and his medial ring was too thick to take right away; but Scotch felt she could take a little more.

Scotch soon made longer strokes, while Bastard waited for her to get used to his size. He watched on as she took his cock like a champ.

'She's so small, so light, fuck I'm really liking this.' Bastard thought of the last time he had a mare bouncing on him like this. She was a mature mare with a big, fat rump perfect for breeding, but that extra cushion came with extra weight.

It was fun, that's what he paid her for and what he liked, but it wasn't nearly as comfortable as this. Sure, Scotch couldn't slam her way all the way to his balls, but where she lacked in body, she made up for in spirit and technique.

Soon enough, she was fucking him, raising herself up until only the tip remained, only to languidly sink back down in one smooth motion all the way to his medial ring. He watched as her engorged vulva lips parted and squished against it, before rising and leaving a wet mess behind on his shaft.

She picked up the pace, adding technique into each glide upwards and down. Bastard viewed her motions. Her belly danced while hips gyrated, grinding the glans in a most pleasurable way; lessened only by the incredibly tight confines, coupled by the pronounced texturing of her filly pussy.

'Damn, she's actually kind of good at this; better than most mares I've been with.' Bastard thought as her undulations grazed over his glans pleasantly. His shaft appearing and disappearing into the dancing filly's little cunny.

As she looked down from above Bastard, her father's visage superimposed over his. She slowed down, and leaned closer to Bastard, wrapping her hooves around his head while she bucked against his chest. Moaning quietly into his ear. Without a word Bastard shifted them together, so he laid on his back with her straddling atop of him.

'What a beautiful sight.' Bastard watched as Scotch got into it. Her blue mane was disheveled and becoming matted with sweat, her mouth panted and she uttered quiet little gasps and moans as she kept bouncing, grinding, and gyrating on his stiff rod.

Bastard caressed her rump, and rested his forelegs on her hips. He began adding his motions to their sex. Scotch kept rubbing against him, holding him close, trying to imagine her daddy again; but his smell was all wrong. It wasn't him, it was some stranger taking her. His small motions were helping. She needed that tenderness. Bastard began to move, then piston in and out of her; while she, likewise, bounced against his thrusts.

She was a mare, and this was sex for the sake of it. She was starting to feel good. She looked down at Bastard for the first time. Not her daddy. But him.

And then Blackjack just had to wake up. She and Bastard exchanged words, and Scotch did all she could to ignore them and suppress her feelings. It annoyed Scotch that Blackjack was taking his attention away from her. That, and the fact she had Bastard's huge cock stuffing her fillyhood didn't help either. She hated the way they talked about her, as if she weren't right there in front of them, fucking a stud like a grown mare. Still treating her like a kid. She has a stallion's cock up her ass, and they still didn't see that she was a mare meant to be taken seriously!

She rode Bastard harder. Bouncing against him as fast as she could. She thew herself back, feeling his medial ring bottom out and part her folds, teasingly chipping its way inside.

Thankfully, Blackjack finally went away.

Despite the interruption, the sex was good. When she'd slow, he'd match her pace. Closing her eyes, she focused only on the sex. But no matter how good it felt, she couldn't chase away that feeling of hollowness in her gut, despite the mass pounding away just below it.

Scotch sweated with effort, the shuttle filled with the musk of their sex. Her leg grew tired, and her technique uncoordinated.

They lost momentum after Blackjack's interruption. Now they were little more than a wet hole and a stiff rod pistoning against each other.

'Girl looks ready for it to be over, damn, was good while it lasted; but I still need to get off; good thing I'm close.'
Bastard tapped her flank. "Hey, I'm gonna pop in you soon, might wanna hop off, unless you want a 'little' Bastard to raise on your own."

Scotch bared her teeth and gave a few hard bounces before slowing, then settled on grinding her hips against his ring and felt a tightness in her gut, as his flare ballooned inside, making movement difficult. "It's fine, you can finish inside me, like I said before, I have a copper implant, you couldn't get me pregnant even if you wanted to."

'Well now I kind of want to.' He thought. "Oh that's what you meant by 'implant', I thought with all the weird cyber-shit going around, I figured you were like her. Well in that case, carry on; just thought I'd warn you about one of the many consequences of unprotected sex with a complete stranger; good to know you're old enough to breed, now have a baseline to work with on guessing your age, kid."

Scotch bared her teeth and bore down with her forehooves on Bastard's chest. "I told you!" She threw herself back against his medial ring, her shouts punctuating every movement.

Bastard winced, his cock bent against her tight hole, masking his discomfort as she rode him hard, threatening to send him over the edge of ecstasy.

"I'm. Not. A. Kid, oh fuck!" Scotch cried out as something inside her gave way, Bastard's medial ring slid inside, pushing the flaring penis against her innermost barrier. She tensed as her knees tried to come together, an orgasm caused her to convulse while straddled atop of Bastard's waist.

Her breath hitched, and her body quivered.

Bastard thrusted and pulled to keep Scotch Tape seated on his cock as he came. Scotch felt him so deep inside, she wasn't sure where he ended. Bastard held Scotch in place as he thrusted against her for the final time. Her walls were trying to clamp down on his girth as she orgasmed, but the stallion's mass prevented the filly's velvet walls from collapsing.

The flare expanded that little bit more as Bastard's cock flexed and throbbed, blasting a hot spray of his cum deep inside the filly. Another gush shot hot, sticky liquid, filling her belly; quickly followed by more. Scotch stared ahead in distant detachment as Bastard dumped his load inside her, with some of it leaking out passed their union.

Scotch sat there impaled on Bastard's rod, numbly acknowledging the pulses that came with warm splashes that followed, pattering against her innermost sanctum. Every throb was follow by a spreading of hot warmth and a growing sensation of being filled.

Her tummy grew taut above where Bastard's flare kept most of his seed from flowing outside her snatch and making a big mess.

Bastard relaxed, panting lightly with the filly atop of him staring distantly ahead at nothing.

Soon, Scotch was ready to dismount. He helped her lift herself on shaky legs. His flared disk obscenely pulled at her cunt as they separated. With a final forceful effort, she dislodge the flared cockhead from her tight snatch with a wet pop. A small stream of white followed after, and she shifted away to plant forehooves on the floor.

His dick was glazed with their fluids.

Bastard grunted at the oversensitivity, but admired how only a small string of his load followed him out, and now traced her slit.

'I really just bred a little filly.' Bastard stopped her and spread her open to further admire his work. No more was there the bright healthy pink of a fresh filly cunt. Now what remained was a red gaping tunnel filled to the brim with his cum.

'Fuck, what a sight. I really did just wreck this filly pussy, didn't I?"

Scotch turned around, cutting his viewing short, letting himself collapse against the backrest for a breather; but Scotch wasn't done yet.

He watched as the filly came back and laid her head against his lap.

"You have your thing, I have mine." She answer before licking at the mess on his crotch, cleaning his shaft of their fluids.

Scotch took his swollen, semi-flaccid member into her mouth, and throated him in one go.

Bastard hissed as Scotch pulled back while applying suction and licking the shaft underneath. Her tongue lapping side to side, until only the head remained, filling the entirety of her maw, then she'd loll around the spongey glans, cleaning his cock in one smooth motion before throating him again.

Bastard saw stars. Not just the real ones outside. His spent shaft was threatening to harden once again.

Scotch lost herself in her work. The stallion she was fellating smelled musky and masculine, mixed with nicotine tar. It wasn't much, but enough for her to imagine it was her father. This was the pleasure she could've given him, before he was taken from her.

She relaxed her jaw and gripped Bastards thighs before taking him all the way to the root. Her jaw was straining painfully, but she managed to take all of him.

Bastard nearly lost his composure. Unable to hold back a gasp that he managed to turn into a sigh of satisfaction.

'Fucking hell, this filly can suck a cock with the best of them; I wouldn't mind blowing another load down her gullet.' Before long, his cock hardened again and he did just that; without warning her. She swallowed his hot spurts as he came, until his dick ran dry.

Scotch noted even his cum tasted off from other boys. Sour and tart, but just as clingy. She followed his shrinking shaft as it retreated back into its sheath; cleaning him the whole way. Even after it had fully retreated, she still licked around the pouch with a detached, disinterested expression.

She licked, and suckled on his big balls, cleaning them off one, by one. Until all the cum was gone.

'Fuck, it's over, I'm done for, the great and dastardly Bastard is now a herd stallion, time to learn how to become a loving, male, role model.' Bastard hung his head back and sighed with a big grin. "Hey, hey ki- Scotch, make me a promise, would ya?"

She was dragging her tongue along the top of his swollen shaft, before she cocked her head to the side expectantly; eyeing him with those big baby blues.

Bastard looked in disbelief at her. She was still cleaning him off. "If you ever decide to start whoring yourself out, come find me first, I'll gladly make you my mare."

Scotch gave his balls one last languid lick. "You're not my type." She said simply, and left to go sit alone.

Bastard reflected on what he did. He fucked a little filly, took advantage of her, and that might haunt him a little. He didn't care, at first, until he heard Scotch's little sobs and sniffs. Only this time, she wasn't coming to him for comfort.

And for some reason, that hurt worse than any pain he'd ever felt. He'd gotten attached. Bastard never felt more like scum. Not for the act, which he would never regret in the slightest. But for failing to make that filly feel better. What more could he do? This wasn't his fault!

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Why the fuck do I even give a shit?! That's it, I'm gonna wake that alicorn bitch up and have her deal with this!'

Author's Note

Instead her cunt quivered as spasms milked him for every drop Bastard had to give. While he in turn throbbed, gushing into her womb.

shifted back while pushing against Scotch's rump. Her plush little bum overpoured around the edge of his hoof.

He withdrew his dick, admiring how wide his shaft could spread her little cunny, before it narrowed and only the flared disk remained.

He continued to shift

Scotch shut her eyes and screwed her face in displeasure, but continued to lift up and plop down on him, abandoning any skillful movement. Her face was a mask of discomfort and pain. Bastard could tell she'd run out of steam.
"Take a break." Bastard concentrated on his technique.

Scotch was struggling to lift herself off him, and shifted forward to grind him back and forth, his long cock moved while lifting his balls with her.

Bastard sighed, knowing this was going to take forever, his dick wasn't going anywhere. Her snatch still had grip and texture, but her skill was shit in this position.

Scotch felt herself being pulled up higher onto Bastard's chest, allowing him some free movement to thrust against her. He tested her out, pulling out a few inches, then pushing incrementally further until he found the pace she had set earlier.

"Sorry, my legs are getting tired." She apologized above him. "Just use me to get yourself off, I don't care anymore." She relaxed.

Scotch laid there, belly to belly with Bastard, feeling his girth expanding her tunnel whenever he flexed inside.

Bastard stared up at the ceiling, doing is level best to ignore the foal riding his cock, but not the feeling of her pussy.

Bastard grunted. "Would you object to being ploughed from behind?"

Alternative and possibly more accurate finish.
For a moment, Scotch could forget, but soon those same feelings she was trying desperately to chase away slowly creeped back in. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't chase away that tinge of pain. It wasn't sex for her. She felt stupid having his penis shoved up her rump.

Even as she received the best sex she ever had, she couldn't fantasize her father in his place. 'He's not him, no matter how much I want him to be; he's not my daddy.'

Bastard continued to work, slipping his cock in and out of Scotch's well stretched tunnel. But the filly he started coitus with just wasn't there. Scotch didn't move much, and when she did is was slow, languid, half-hearted.

'She's ready for it to be over, fuck... I don't care, I'm not stopping just because she lost her nerve

Bastard gripped her flanks tighter while thrusting upwards, grinding his disk against her innermost barrier. Scotch likewise pushed her self against him while staring ahead with distant detachment. Even as he blasted a load inside of her, she just wasn't there.

His veiny cock throbbed against her walls, followed up by a tiny, hot spurt and spreading warmth that seemed to fill a space just above her teats.

Scotch's expression was neutral, as was Bastards once they relaxed. The act was over.

They laid belly to belly with one another, just staring at nothing, absorbing what they did. Until Scotch Tape shifted to plant forehooves on the floor to dismount from Bastard, who likewise used magic to pull his flared cock from her. With a small tug and a wet, squelching pop, they separated; his cock bobbing around before flopping limply onto his belly, leaking the last few vestiges of seed into his fur.

Scotch Tape's tail remained hiked. A natural reflex for mares after mating. Bastard's gaze was drawn to Scotch's exposed sex, seeing a white dollop of his thick, sticky cum smeared across the young mare's little vulva; before she went and laid by herself on the furthest row of seating, and staring emotionless at the floor.

Bastard never felt more like scum. Not for the act, which he would never regret in the slightest. But for failing to make a filly feel better. What more could he do? This wasn't his fault!