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.