Author's Note

It's all downhill from here folks. Feel free to discuss what you think will happen next in the comments.

7. Foalish

Tuesday, 6/28/2078
POV: Gale

Gale followed Winter and little Ginger to the opposite magitech labs, but had no intention of searching. What would they find anyway? It's not like Paper Cut would leave the codes to delete her lying around.

“We should find a database terminal,” suggested Winter as he walked down a hallway, peeking in each door to see where it led.

They set most of the rooms up for various experiments. There were large control panels, stocks of chemicals, even a few cages. Finally he found one with several maneframe terminals and went inside.

“Here we go,” said Winter. “We should look around and see if anypony was dumb enough to leave their terminal password written down.”

“So how old is she, about eight?” Gale ignored his words. “That's how old I was when you took my virginity, yeah?”

“W-what?” Winter paused half way through opening a door, blushing as he looked at Gale, but not looking surprised. “T-this isn't a good time for this discussion, Gale.”

“W-what's virginity?” Ginger asked. Cute. Her parents must have kept her out of public schools for her not to know at her age. That would make this even more fun.

“Not a good time?” smirked Gale, ignoring Ginger and sliding up to him, her beak close enough to his muzzle for them to feel one another's breathe. “Is it ever a good time to discuss how you raped me in every hole? How you said my sobbing was so beautiful? How you convinced me it was my fault so I would be too ashamed to tell on you? How you raped me regularly for another year after that? Well, I suppose eventually I cracked and it went from rape to just 'fucking'. I never really uncracked.”

Gale enjoyed saying that and felt herself growing wetter in her nethers.

“Oh horse apples,” Winter took several steps back and looked around the room nervously. Was he looking for a weapon? He must wonder if Gale was about to kill him; how cute.

“What's baped?” Ginger misheard. “Is that like booped? But how do you boop a hole?”

“Sort of,” Gale smirked at Ginger, then said to Winter. “Relax, big guy, I'm not going to hurt you or tell anyone other than your filly guide toy about it. Maybe I should thank you; knowing how to please adults got me up more ranks in the Wonderbolts than I'd ever have gotten on my own.”

“So then why bring it up?” Winter relaxed a bit, but still shivered. He surely knew why; she half-wondered if he was playing coy.

“Since she's so ignorant,” Gale smirked. “I assume you became a pansy in your old age and haven't done her yet. So... do her like you did me. Let's teach her what rape is.”

“I-I don't do that anymore!” Winter shook his head. “Seriously, I'm sorry for what I did for you. It was abnormal and wrong and I have no interest in doing it again to anyone else!” His words couldn’t have been less convincing if he were reading them awkwardly from a script.

“Yeah you do,” Gale padded around him, sliding a wing beneath his belly to let her feathers tickle over his sheath. It'd already betrayed him by sliding out at the conversation. “Come on. It's not like you haven't done it before; I wasn't even the youngest brat you raped, not even close. There's no way you haven't thought about doing this.”

Ginger curled up on his back, looking too afraid to enter the conversation again. She realized whatever Gale wanted must not be a good thing if Winter was reluctant.

“Well, I like her ads,” admitted Winter. “She was the poster filly for the filly guides for a while, and I... guess I have a crush on her... but I could never... never again.”

“Please don't crush me,” Ginger whimpered. It surprised Gale she wasn't already crying.

“Look,” Gale growled, tired of his denials even as his shaft throbbed rock hard beneath him. “This brat won't tell on us; I've seen enough kids get raped to pick out the ones that won't tell. So you have a choice... teach her a lesson with me, or have me go right back and tell everyone what you did to me. Even if the Overmare hasn’t set a minimum age, I assume rape is still illegal.”

Winter closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. He closed the desk drawer he had been going to search and looked at the floor. There was a small hint of a smile on his face, as if he was fighting not to show it.

Gale didn't want to wait, so she took that as a yes. She grabbed little Ginger in her claws, the little one squealing as she yanked her off of Winter's back. She pinned her to the floor, glaring down at her with a large grin. The griffon leaned down, pushing her hind legs apart with her beak and running her tongue along the little filly's untouched slit. Ginger tensed up, shivering violently, but still didn't cry; she just stared in abject horror.

“T-that's my pee pee,” Ginger said as if Gale might not know. “I pee from there so please d-don't lick it...”

“I'll do what I fucking want, brat,” Gale said then yanked her by the neck and put her nose against Winter's pulsating shaft. “And you're going to lick his.”

“W-Winter help me...” Ginger looked at him with piercing pleading eyes.

Winter watched and took a deep breath, but shivered at the feel of her breath against his shaft.

"Wow," he panted. "I don’t even have to... I mean, I can't believe you're doing this."

“How long has it been?” asked Gale to encourage him. “Since you last rammed this beauty into a hole this underage?”

“O-over two years,” Winter said, shivering again. “Oh wow... I really missed this but...”

“Two years?” grunted Gale. “I thought you were with my unit when we slaughtered that caravan of crystal refugees a year ago. There was a whole wagon choke full of fillies and colts in that caravan. The rape party we had before shoving those shiny brats into the mass grave was the hottest shit I've ever seen.”

Gale pushed Ginger's head against his tip, forcing it open. The little filly choked on the meat prying her muzzle open wide but Gale just pushed her harder. The little one struggled, kicking all four legs and trying to back up as he rammed his shaft down her throat, the young neck swelling grotesquely. Winter couldn't help but push his hips into it, the feel of a young unwilling throat around him too much to resist.

“I... stuck to the adults at that... event,” Winter blushed, but his smile became more apparent. “Sort of regretted it after, I admit... guess I have gone soft.”

“Well here's your chance to get hard again,” grinned Gale. “Just imagine... if we make it out of here, you'll have your own little filly sex toy to do what you want with. Don't tell me that doesn't sound hot to a dirty old foalaphile like you.” She grinned at Ginger. “Just don't let the others know. You don't want to know what they do to bad fillies that do this.”

“That sounds amazing,” Winter said as he moved his own hoof to hold the back of Ginger's head. He pushed his hips deeper, forcing it in until his balls swung and smacked her body, fully embedded. He held her in both hooves, taking long strokes, enjoying the convulsions of her throat as he used her. “How could I have forgotten? This is what foals are for...”

“That's right,” Gale grinned, licking over Ginger's eyes. The filly clenched her eyes shut, but Gale didn't taste tears. Damn, this foal had steel nerves to not be sobbing yet.

Instead, Gale grabbed hold of Ginger's flanks, digging her claws enough for her to feel before slurping at her tiny little cock hole again. She lapped more firmly to feel her fragile virginity inside, tempted to tongue-fuck it out of her right then. But no, she wanted to see this little girl squeal as Winter's stallionhood defiled her raw.

“This is the hole we're ramming next,” said Gale as she slurped louder. “Can't wait to see this stretched over a dick four times its age.” She laughed as she looked at Ginger's confused and terrified expression as her neck bulged out further. “Look at this brat, she has no idea what's going on!”

“Yeah,” Winter groaned. “I love it when parents don't educate their foals. Makes it so much easier to train them... buck I missed this.”

Ginger was blue in the face, getting weaker with each shove into her throat as they deprived her of oxygen for longer. Gale purred at Ginger's struggles against her as she continued to lap at her, sliding her tongue from her tiny tits, across her slit, and up to her pucker.

Finally the little one's terror reached critical, and she pissed herself. Gale's purr increased as she opened wide, letting the tiny spout of urine wash into her beak. She sloshed the fear juice around, gargling it before gulping it down and letting more flow over her face. The brat trembled, but Gale wasn't worried about her dying; Winter wouldn't last long enough for that.

She was right. Winter moaned so loud it rattled the nearby desk as he expelled a burst of seed. Ginger thrashed with renewed vigor as she felt her body pumped full of warmth she didn't understand. Her belly swelled before he yanked free and splattered the rest over her face and mane. Ginger covered her eyes, which were still dry but wide with terror.

Gale yanked Ginger out from under Winter. She licked her lips at the look of stunned abject horror on the little filly's face. She grinned, remembering what that felt like when it happened to her. Her pussy drooled profusely at the sight of this innocent little one being used for such lewd acts.

“She looks freaked out,” Gale panted. “I should kill her to make sure she doesn't tell.”

“N-no... I won't tell!” Ginger gagged, having to strain to speak. “Please, I swear I won't!”

Gale had no intention of murder, but it'd make sure this bitch didn't tell. She couldn't wait for this whole game ordeal to be over. She'd be visiting Winter to help torment this one into submission, maybe bring over a few other stallions that were into fillies. Winter wasn’t exactly the first she’d tempted into this since she got here.

“I'll think about it,” smirked Gale.

Gale yanked Ginger by the neck again, pulling her onto one desk. She pushed the computer aside, other files and various objects clattering to the floor as she made room. She positioned Ginger with her cute bottom right at the edge of the desk as she climbed up onto the desk herself. Gale's talons spread the filly's tiny virgin puss with her claws.

“Come and break in this the foal cunt, perv,” Gale winked.

“Gladly,” panted Winter as he staggered to the desk. He'd already started so there was no turning back now. "Finally... can do anything I want and just claim it was a rule later if I get caught."

Winter pulled his hooves up onto the desk to mount it, his still-hard cock slapping against her belly. Ginger stared at it, shaking with fear as he moved it into position, going slow so they could savor the fear on her little face. Her eyes slowly widened as she fully realized where this was headed.

“I-is this gonna hurt as much as the other thing?” coughed Ginger, vomiting up a load of cum.

“Oh it's gonna hurt SO much more,” promised Gale.

“P-please be gentle,” begged Ginger. “I-I don't want to cry!”

“You're going to,” moaned Winter. “I want to hear how you sob before this is over... you don't know a filly until you've heard her rape-sobbing.”

“Yeah, get into it,” Gale grinned as she sat up, straddling Ginger's face and pushing her pussy against the little muzzle. “Lick me kid, I want to feel your tongue as deep as you can get it.”

Ginger was too terrified to not comply. She placed her front hooves against Gale's plot and licked between her vulva, making a sound like she thought it was icky. All the same, she continued licking as Gale rotated her hips. Winter pushed against her tiny pussy, but pushed past before penetrating. Gale spread the little one wider with her claws, but even then it took Winter quite a while to get inside.

“Damn, she's tight,” Winter panted. “This will feel so amazing!” He slid one hoof to feel of Gale's swollen belly. “You're near laying right? How old are you now?”

“Fourteen,” panted Gale. “You can fuck me after for old times sake if you want." She winked. “Some perv trained me long ago to never say ‘no’.”

“I think I will,” moaned Winter. “I want to see what six years of experience... bucking hell!”

Winter rolled back his eyes as he popped into the impossibly tight little hole. Ginger let out a blood-curling squeal at the same time as her immature cunny spread so wide over the adult shaft. Gale shook as her own pussy muffled the squeal and got treated to a series of vibrations. She felt one claw around Winter's cock, feeling the blood trickle out. Her other claw grasped his hip, tugging him to encourage him to go deeper.

“Yeah, defile this slut!” Gale moaned. “Come on, no mercy, like with me! You were scraping the back wall of my womb!”

“No it hurts, it hurts!” squealed Ginger, kicking all four legs.

“You'll get used to it,” grinned Winter as he shoved several inches deeper. “But now it'll hurt more than you thought possible! Just like you deserve for letting all your little friends die on the way to the stable.”

He was determined to get her to squall, but she still hadn't cried. What was with this kid?

Winter pushed harder as blood drooled down to the base of his shaft. He met more resistance at her cervix, but he didn't stop there. He rammed his hips hard, eliciting sweet screams only a well-raped foal could make.

Each squeal massaged Gale's evil slit, sending shivers through her. Soon he beat down the door to the immature womb and pushed deeper, the bulge of his shaft in her small gut pushing further. Finally, he was stretching the back wall of her womb. Gale knew how much that hurt, and it made it even hotter to feel the filly struggle so desperately beneath her.

“Holy bucking horse apples,” Paper's voice came from a nearby monitor. “I’m getting this sort of delicious-ness before the drug even takes effect?”

Gale glanced at the screen, spotting Paper Cut with a bag of popcorn, wiping a tear of joy from her eye as if watching a touching drama.

“You won't tell on us, will you asshole?” Gale growled.

“Buck no,” said Paper. “If things like rape were against the rules, this would be a pretty boring game!"

“Well then,” smirked Gale, pulling Ginger's filly guide skirt up further down so the camera got a better shot of the bloody penetration.

Winter probably didn't even hear the conversation. He took long strokes, eyes rolled back so far that Gale couldn't see his pupils. Each time he plunged into the young pussy, Ginger's lower body swelled grotesquely, sending the filly into violent convulsions with each shove.

Ginger was in no shape to lick, but Gale didn't mind. She pushed herself down more firmly, pushing Ginger's little muzzle between her wicked vulva, shivering as the squealing girl gagged on her profuse cunt juice. Each time Ginger screamed now it sounded like she was gargling. The fact that Ginger still wore her filly-guide skirt and uniform only made it that much hotter; Gale had always wanted to help rape a filly wearing one.

Gale popped hard when she went off, flooding her orgasmic bliss all over the little filly's face. Ginger choked pitifully as she suffocated in the juices, but Gale soon pulled off. To her surprise though, Ginger still wasn't crying. She had held her front hooves over her eyes again to avoid getting juice in them, holding them open with abject terror, but no tears.

This brat was pissing Gale off now. She used her talons to scoop up gobs of viscous pussy juice that Ginger vomited and rubbed it into her eyes, pushing her hooves out of the way. Ginger screamed louder than ever; it was good that the walls in these stables absorbed sound.

Gale didn't stop there. She knelt over her and relaxed. A good cum always made her need to piss, so she released a stream over the little girl's face. She held her eyes open as she did, allowing her stinging urine to puddle in the screaming child's eyes.

“Here it cums!” Winter shivered as Gale did this. “The first of many, you little slut!”

He'd held it longer due to having already came once, but he blew a much larger load into the freshly devirginized hole. Ginger's body swelled as he packed it deeper, her womb filling out like a water balloon before it had enough pressure to overflow around the tight penetration. When it did, it sprayed out all around it, flowing off the table like a waterfall with little streaks of red.

The desperate filly couldn't hold it in. She wailed, kicking her legs as she tried to cope with the intense agony. Having resisted the tears for so long just made the sound more beautiful when the sobbing washed over Gale's ears, like a long pent up orgasm. Gale creamed herself again mid-piss as she watched the filly's body in a fit of spasms beneath her.

“Uh-oh!” grinned Paper from the screen. “You know what that means, little filly guide? But don't worry! I'm no monster, so I'll let them finish raping you before sounding the alarm or starting the timer.”

“No please!” gagged Ginger, somehow managing to speak. “It's not my fault! They were mean! You can't count it!”

“Oh but I can,” chuckled Paper.

Gale should have known what that meant, but the intensity of the moment addled her mind. Winter yanked free of Ginger, allowing a flood of juice to stream from her tiny pussy. Gale flipped the filly guide over on the table, hanging her limp hind legs off the edge and yanking her tail up hard to display her even tighter little asshole.

“Noooo!” screeched Ginger before another gagging fit.

Gale grasped Ginger's head with one hand, pulling it upward so she could look at the pure despair on the little girl's face. Her other claw slid down her own body to masturbate to the filly's further defilement. There was nothing like seeing what happened to her happen to another child.

Ginger's ass was tighter, but Winter was more into it that it didn't take as long to pop inside. He spread her pucker with his own hooves, pushing into her with his magic to loosen her up, and pushed inward using the juice from the last rape as a lubricant. He convulsed almost as much as Ginger as her pucker slid over his shaft and he embedded it deep within in a single stroke.

The expression on Ginger's wailing face was delicious, like it had never occurred to her that this was something that could happen. This was why Gale loved undereducated foals so much. She looked broken as Winter took long strokes into her tail hole, just as violently as he'd raped her pussy.

“I hope you know how much you deserve this,” Gale grinned down at her. “I heard how you were the only survivor of your troop. It was your fault they died.”

“Yeah, she's always felt guilty,” Winter grunted but didn't slow down. “ She said she held them up before they left, they're all dead because of her. About time I punished her.”

“I'm sorry I killed them!” Ginger's broken mind bought it.

Winter ran his hooves over her body, enjoying her shivers. He was more in his right mind now, but that didn't keep him from wanting to finish.

“So, you'll hide this from everypony,” panted Winter. “And if they find out anyway, you'll tell them the truth, that you wanted it. That you begged for it over the past month. That's what you were doing when you were pissing and moaning over how guilty you felt; you brought this on yourself.”

“But you'll get used to this,” Gale licked her lips. “Trust me, you'll love it within a year.”

“You tell anyone that this was rape,” said Winter. “Instead of you asking for it, I'll show you what real pain is, understand?”

Ginger nodded her head as she continued to sob. The Overmare had released their internal code of law and it hadn't included a minimum age of consent; Gale had checked and double-checked. So even if they were discovered, they'd only get in trouble if Ginger claimed rape, which this broken little thing wouldn't, and Gale had a feeling the Overmare wouldn’t care even if she realized it was..

Talking down to her must have been as hot to Winter as it was to Gale since Winter came sooner this time. Once again the little filly's body swelled before overflowing out her ass, giving her a violent cum enema. Her body seemed to seizure as he packed the last load inside and yanked free to watch another fountain of juice flow from her asshole.

“That's it,” Winter panted. “Now, if anyone asked, your uniform is wet because you tipped over some full beakers. And when we go back, you better keep that skirt down so no one sees how well-used you are. Stay on my back so no one will see you limp, murderer.”

“Y-yes sir,” Ginger sobbed more quietly, covering her humiliated face with both front hooves.

“Let's get this cleaned up a little I guess,” chuckled Gale. “Don't want the others finding our mess before it dries.”

“Done?” asked Paper Cut.

“Yeah,” Gale panted. “Filly fully traumatized. What about it?”

“Good!” Paper grinned, sitting back in her chair and grabbing her wine glass. “Cause I'm not waiting any longer!”

'Ding... Dong... Bing... Bong...' a chime sounded over the intercom. All screens in the large lab came on, and Gale assumed all over the facility.

“An NG-code violation has finally occurred!” Paper Cut announced. “Ginger Snap, that naughty little cretin, broke her rule: Do not cry. After one hour, which you may use however you like, I will use all my skills to determine if she is still alive. If she is, every creature but her and the traitor dies. Unless this fiendish outlaw IS the traitor... then only she survives. I hope you do the right thing, because otherwise this'll be a really short fanfic... er game! I meant game.”

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"Shit," said Gale.

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