The club scene went from rave to hard rock once the party moved on. Dimly-lit interiors were scrawled with graffiti mixed with stains from piss, vomit, and alcohol. Bits of trash and bottles littered the floors. The band onstage were covered in tattoos, leather jackets, and piercings, inviting the loosest groupies they could find to drape themselves over them as they played their instruments and screamed obscene lyrics. The mobs went wild, dancing, drinking, smoking, and fucking out in the open.

There was a time when Octavia wouldn't have been caught dead in such a 'distasteful' place. Now she was currently being railed from all ends, a stallion atop and another below pinning her, while a third clasped her head and buried his cock balls deep down her gullet. With a fully flushed face and glazed-over eyes she rocked between those mercilessly pounding away at her.

The same happened with Vinyl, their asses beaten raw from hooves which slapped down on them with audible smacks. Next to them was Pacific Glow who received the same treatment as they worked to entertain the males who lined up until their turn rolled around. When one came (Usually inside them) they would leave a tally mark with a marker, and another rider would replace them, by this point the trio of mares covered all over due to the number who'd fucked them to completion.

The drugs dulled their minds. For males it made them little more than rutting beasts completely driven by testosterone and a need to dominate. Females became more submissive and pliable. In both cases sex drives were pushed out of control, until they were reduced to hedonistic slaves that proved insatiable. None had ever recovered from a powerful dosage.

While these underground clubs were outside Celestia's jurisdiction, she sent a couple of special agents to infiltrate them, hoping if she couldn't shut them down she could at least recover more potential victims. Sweetie Drops, AKA Bon Bon, had taken Lyra with her after the latter overheard her conversation with the Princess. She still had reservations about bringing her to such a dangerous place, but at least some company would hopefully help her blend in? A lone mare was quite a target, after all!

They checked in with a bouncer and flashed their identification. He waved them in. The walls shook under the sheer deafening noise, Bon Bon's ears pinning back as they made their way further in. Her nose scrunched at the reek of sexual musk mixing with cheap beer, sweat, and cigarette smoke which trailed in wisps about the air. “What a shithole,” she muttered.

Lyra swished her tail with curious, wide eyes. “Take the stick out, Bonnie! I think it's neat! Just a bunch of ponies having fun!”

“Some fun. I mean, it's one thing if it's all consensual, but I have reason to think otherwise.” Bon Bon knew she shouldn't be so judgmental about the life choices of other mares, but her face scrunched further when she saw so many openly degrading themselves for the amusement of a horny stallions that acted more like wild animals. “I need a drink.” She settled at the bar.

Her buttocks smooshed over the stool and the bartender cleaning a glass barely looked in her direction. I shouldn't be doing this on the job, but Celestia will understand. I need to blow off some steam. Better be careful though, might catch a disease from one of these glasses, or worse one of these assholes might try and slip me a roofie. “Get me something extra hard.”

“Yeah,” called Lyra who settled by her. “She could really use some loosening up!” She wrapped a forehoof around her shoulders. “Relax, will you? I've got your back! We'll get to the bottom of this and have a few laughs along the way!”

“Hush Lyra,” hissed Bon Bon who pinned her ears back. Sure, this club was noisy as Tartarus when its denizens were screaming in unison, but she didn't want to risky somepony listening in. She studied the overflowing mug passed her way like it was a poison chalice before she shrugged and downed it. She wiped her lips and burped. “Huh...not bad, actually.”

She slapped a few bits on the counter as Lyra ordered something sweeter and lighter. With a look over her shoulder she took in the ponies playing cards, a number of them checking out their rumps with open leers, then the mares dancing on tabletops or on the laps of patrons, then finally settled on the rock band sweating and screaming and playing the night away with gusto.

Further back in the shadows of a wide hallway she saw a line of stallions. A pair of bouncers waited nearby, occasionally nodding one through, while another would exit still nursing a half chub they cleaned with napkins then tossed into a trash can. Bingo! It was rare to spot any mares in line, but she was tempted to cut in herself, hunt down her target straight at the source.

Better not go off half-cocked, she reminded herself. That could lead to something stupid and irreversible. Worse, if she went down Lyra would be left to fend for herself, and while she loved her marefriend dearly, she could be hopelessly naïve!

*****

Fleur de Lis had made a separation infiltration attempt into the club. Most believed her to be a famous model turned trophy wife, unaware that she double as a bodyguard for Fancy Pants (Not that he realized this either!) and another special agent in Celestia's employ. She'd sneaked into the offices, scoured the paperwork, picked up any clues she could. Unfortunately there was little they could do to legally shut down this operation. This place was questionable, but at best could be raided by a vice squad. However, she had a feeling the true masterminds would simply move on quietly once the heat was on.

So enraptured was she in finding some leads that she failed to notice a shadow crawl from the doorway behind her. It moved with surprising silence which almost matched her own when she was at work. A blow rained on her skull that made her go limp like a sack of potatoes, the culprit tossing her over one broad shoulder and massaging her pert buttocks possessively.

Awakening with a slow blink of her eyes, she found herself chained and collared in what appeared to be a warehouse, her silky mane partially draped over her face. She shuddered and weakly tried to rise. Sparks fizzled from her horn when she attempted a simple spell. At first she thought she'd been drugged, but realized the atmosphere here was somehow designed to null magic.

Clops sounded when a well-toned unicorn approached. Between his teeth he carried a bowl filled with what appeared to be milk he tossed before her. His features were more brutish but she instantly recognized him. “Shining Armor?! So, the rumors are true.” She'd heard he'd disappeared near here along with Big Mac, Vinyl Scratch, and Octavia. “Can you understand me?”

With a grunt he bared his teeth and nodded a the bowl. Her stomach churned at the sloppy mixture before her, realizing it was cum, and a whole meal's worth at that. “N-no!” She turned her snout up in disdain. She'd been worried her captors would have her gang-raped, and possibly cut to pieces and shipped back to Celestia as a warning, but this didn't seem much better.

Suddenly he seized her locks, twisted to wrench them, and slammed her face-first into the bowl. Splooge from a bunch of clubbers, including his own shot into her open mouth when she screamed and filled her nostrils which burned. She whimpered and wept and struggled as he held her in place, the cum bubbling as it threatened to drown her. She realized he wouldn't let her go until she drank it all down. She sucked down the salty spunk with a slurp, a salty taste filling her gullet as she swallowed.

Once he finally let go she tossed her head back with a choking cry, eyes still shut as her face was completely drenched in foalbatter, which dripped a tad and clung to strands of her messy mane. Mascara ran like thick tears down her rose-stained cheeks. She panted rapidly, shapely breasts rising and falling in rhythm. He continued to hold her tresses, his dark cock slapping her hard as he could across one cheek. Then the other. She winced under repeated blows.

Her insides burned, and to her absolute horror, she realized the spunk had been laced with drugs. Ones that destroyed a mare's psyche and turned her into nothing more than a desperate, willing plaything. She hysterically tried to shove a forehoof down her maw to induce vomiting, hoping it could be ejected from her system, but he growled and grabbed her scalp with both forehooves, shoving his mass erection down her gullet. Lucikly she had lots of experience deepthroating Fancy Pants and took it like a champ. He brutally rammed his hips into her face balls deep, tears streaming down her cheeks as she went limp.

Her head swam. Her senses dulled. At first. Then they seemed to become even more intense. She started to giggle, dazed, digging her hooves into his muscular buttocks as his heavy ballsack slapped upon her chin. Suddenly her stupid mission seemed so pointless. Why would any mare want anything else?! All those worries, anxieties, responsibilities! Bah! Better to surrender to sheer pleasure and become somepony's eternal fucktoy! No, she couldn't be selfish! She needed to share this with more mares!

He strained and slammed one last time, buried all the way. Hot spunk exploded from her noseholes as more shot down her throat and into her belly. Goopy wads bubbled from her nostrils. She stared up at her dominator with glazed-over eyes, her haunches now soaked from the puddle of marejuice she'd left. She whimpered when he withdrew, her saliva and his splooge still connecting them in messy strings. She wiped her face with her hooves, drinking the delicious mixture down with slurps.

She desperately wanted him to pound her senseless then-and-there. But no, she wasn't the sole special agent on the case. Bon Bon would see how wonderful this freedom through slavery could be! He unlocked her chains, realizing she was like him now, and she cleaned herself off, planting a playful peck on his cheek as thanks for awakening the 'real her' before trotting off.

*****

No matter how distasteful the actions a mission required her to undertake, Bon Bon always tried to do so with little complaint. But the idea of joining a line to bang a pair of old friends made her stomach turn. A part of her wanted to believe it was some other mares that awaited her, but the fact that she wouldn't know the victims would hardly make it much better. Somepony offered her a strap on and she tried her best not to let her distaste show as she accepted the object.

“These dumb bitches like it insanely fast and super rough,” the stallion explained. “Like, if you aren't banging them ultra hard they'll buck you off. A mare like you will have to work twice as hard to get them off. Don't be afraid to bite, slap, and spank them. Oh, pull their manes and tails and talk dirty as you can, too. Especially the degrading stuff. That gets them wetter than the deepest parts of the ocean!” He chortled and she resisted the insane urge to break every last bone in his ribcage. Cool it, Bonnie!

Pretty soon her turn arrived since a number of attendees struggled to last more than a minute or two. “We don't get mares in the line often,” the stallion said with a couple pats on her rump. “So we figured we'd give us all a treat and let you pick a hole from any of these fine beauties!” Ahead of her Octavia, Vinyl, and a pony she barely knew with pigtails were on all fours, positioned next to each other and busy sucking the dicks of the stallions before them. Their pussies and asses gaped open, oozing cum.

She gulped hard. It's not that she minded mares, as her quiet relationship with Lyra would attest, but this felt all kinds of wrong. Anonymous sex with drugged out mares in some seedy club?! The very idea made her want to retch. “U-um...that one.” She pointed at Pacific Glow, slipping into her strap on. “I...I'll do her anally, I guess.” Maybe she could ignore the stallion that would surely take his place before. She awkwardly trotted up to the raveslut and tried to think of Lyra as she mounted her.

Pretty soon more joined in on the gangbang, until she was helping a bunch of sweaty males hammer away at all their sexual orifices. Pacific Glow stirred under her, obviously dissatisfied with how easy she was taking it, and rather than painfully be bucked off she seized the clubber's pigtails, once in each forehoof and gritting her teeth as she hammered away at her asshole.

Soon the raveslut was in absolute rapture, much like Octavia and Vinyl nearby, eyes rolling into their heads as cocks were repeatedly driven into their slippery fuckholes. They were absolute covered in hickies, bite marks, and even a few bruises, not to mention the tally marks and crude dialogue written all over them. Aside from Tavi's bow tie and a pacifier shaped like a stallion's cock dangling from Glow's neck none of them wore a stitch of clothing, not even Scratch's usual cool shades.

Unlike the males who emptied their seeds mostly in but sometimes on their breeders, she wasn't certain when she was supposed to stop. Once it was clear she'd came? She loathed the idea. Again, she tried to think of Lyra, hoping to get this over with quickly as possible and try and wipe it from her mind now that she'd confirmed they were here. She'd decide her next step from there. They jeered them on to talk dirty and she struggled to find the words. “You...you like that? Take it, you fucking bitch!”

She never spoke that way with Lyra! Even when things were heated and she threatened to boil over, at worst she might irritably imply her lover was dumb. Not that she really felt that way, whatever their differences in opinion. Lyra simply had a...unique view of the world. One she'd never understand in a lifetime. Glow's sex clenched around the toy with each vulgar word. To her shame she was getting rather soaked too, dripping all over the wide pink buttocks spread below her.

“Looks like you're having a bit of trouble,” the stallion from earlier said. “Luckily, I got permission to help you out!” Her eyes went wide when he crawled atop her and suddenly shoved his dick up her until now untouched sphincter. She winced as a strange sensation between pain and pleasure enveloped her puckered anus. He seized her mane and humped away.

She wanted to buck him off, to tell him she hadn't given him permission to fuck her, especially in a place she wasn't used to, but the last thing she wanted was to risk getting kicked out now. Then this horrible experience could all be for nothing! No, she'd lie back and think of Equestria. She could endure it! She could endure anything for Celestia's sake!

She cursed this strap on for leaving her rectum exposed. Whimpered when he bit the nape of her neck, and her body went limp and her ass raised reflexively, like all mares did when they were in complete submission to whoever bred them. He took her much more roughly than she'd ever been taken before, a far cry from the gentle, playful lovemaking with dear sweet Lyra.

“Here it comes,” he cried wrenching her head back as he blasted her insides with his hot spunk. Load-after-load painted her walls, and she shivered, never having been cummed inside before. At least he couldn't impregnate her this way...and she'd taken precautions with certain potions in case of transmitted diseases. Unless the STD was magical in nature, she was safe.

She tried to hide her tears as her dam finally broke, and she splattered the fucktoy beneath her in slippery marecum. She nearly retched at what she'd done; Lyra was the only one who'd made her come before! She felt thoroughly defiled. Mercifully, she fell unconscious...

Author's Note

A reader requested a story where Shining Armor makes Fleur de Lis his slave, so I sort of worked that idea into this fic.