Today was proving productive. Ginger Snap had only just started knocking on doors, and already she had sold ten boxes of cookies. Her wagon’s wheels squeaked slightly as she pulled her supply of treats from house to house. Ginger had been in the Filly Scouts for five years, and had gotten quite good at her sales pitch, even if she never had gotten over her being nervous. She grinned widely, excited at the thought of how proud her mother would be if she returned home with and empty wagon. The filly approached another door. She hadn’t been to this house any of the other years she’d been in the Filly Scouts, so she swallowed nervously as she tapped her hoof against the door. No matter how many times she did this, she still found it hard to talk to strangers.
“Hold on! I’m going, I’m coming!” Came a sharp male voice from inside, the clear irritability in the tone making the already skittish Ginger Snap wince. The door swung open to reveal a middle aged pegasus. His face was contorted into a look of annoyance, but it softened when he saw Ginger Snap, a convincing, though forced, smile on her face.
“Hello sir!” She chirped with practiced pleasantness. “My name is Ginger Snap, and I am with the Filly Scouts. I was wondering if you would be interested in buying some delicious cookies.” She smiled, and held out a sheet listing the various options. The stallion’s face was red as he glanced over the various cookie names, embarrassed for having been so unintentionally rude to a filly. He bought two boxes of Minty Slims from her, then gave a friendly smile as he wished her luck on her sales. Ginger walked away from the house beaming. She had thought that the stallion would be nasty, but in the end, he had clearly felt bad.
Ginger was getting into an unfamiliar area of town now. Ponyville wasn’t a very big town, but it was big enough that it was impossible for anypony other than Pinkie Pie to know absolutely everypony else the way it was in some smaller towns. Ginger was nervous about the idea of talking to so many new ponies, but she’d already sold boxes to everypony else in town, or at least everypony the Crusaders hadn’t managed to get around to. Besides, there were only seven boxes left. If she was lucky, she could sell the rest of those at one house. It was still early March, and the wind had a bite to it, making her shiver as she moved through the streets. She walked up to the next house in line, and knocked on the door, her wagon coming to rest at her hooves. The door swung open, and a young unicorn stallion peered out at her. The moment he realized he was looking at a Filly Scout, he got a warm smile.
“Well hello there, little miss. What’s your name?” He asked kindly. Ginger again masked her nerves and smiled up at the stallion.
“My name is Ginger Snap, and I am with the Filly Scouts. I was wondering….”
“If I’d like some cookies?” he finished before she could complete her pitch. Ginger forced a giggle and nodded. “Well, that sounds wonderful to me. Ginger Snap, you said? Why don’t you get me a box of...oh shoot. I need to get my bits. Hey, why don’t you step out of the wind while I look for my money bag.” he said, as he walked out of sight. Ginger paused for a moment. Her mother told her not to go into strangers' houses. However, this stallion seemed nice, and the wind was pretty chilly. She stepped slowly through the doorway and into the front room. The house was fairly nice. It was clean and organized. Ginger Snap waited at the entrance, but she closed the door behind her to shut the cold out.
“I’ll just be a second! The stallion called from a room to the left of her. Ginger took the opportunity to look over the list of orders she’d filled so far that day, to make sure she hadn’t made a mistake. She probably hadn’t, but she was uncomfortable being in a stranger’s house and felt the need to occupy her mind. She heard footsteps coming, so she looked up. The stallion was approaching her, carrying a bag with his magic. It seemed a bit big to be a money bag, but Ginger thought nothing of it. She smiled seeing him, trying to hide her discomfort.
“You found it?” She asked pleasantly. The stallion looked down at the bag, opening it to look inside.
“Yes, I found what I was looking for.” He said, levitating out a small, grey rag. Ginger was confused, and opened her mouth to ask about the bits when the rag suddenly shot towards her. The stallion’s magic forced it into her mouth, and before she could even react to that, several ropes shot out from the bag as well. They wound around her legs, pulling them towards each other, then twisting together until her legs were tightly bound. The filly tried to scream through the rag in her mouth, but it was too muffled to make any real noise. Two more rags snaked out from the bag. One was fastened around her jaw, preventing her from being able to spit out the one already in her mouth, and the second came towards her eyes. Ginger, who was already starting to cry out of fear, shook her head in a panic, but the stallion ignored her, and tied the last rag tight behind her head, blindfolding the filly.
Ginger’s heart was pounding in panic. She struggled frantically to free her legs from the ropes holding her, but couldn’t get them to budge. Why was this stallion doing this to her? What did he want her for? She had no idea, and that just made her more scared. She tried her best to see through the blindfold, hoping to catch a glimpse of her captor, and through the grey haze of light, she was able to make out his looming silhouette. The blindfold began to become damp with her tears as her fear took over. She tried once again to scream, but knew that it was pointless.
The silhouette moved away from her and towards the door. Light filled the room as the door was cracked open slightly, and Ginger heard the creaking sound of her wagon being wheeled indoors. A feeling of weightlessness overtook her as she was lifted into the air by the stallion’s magic, with her doing her best to kick and thrash while she dangled, until she was deposited onto the wagon.
“Well, we couldn’t have anypony seeing this outside still and getting curious about what happened to you, now could we?” the stallion said in a mocking tone, stroking her mane. “An adorable little filly like you, coming right up to my house and knocking. The Filly Guides sure do know how to make a stallion happy. Well, time to take you downstairs, Ginger Snap. We are going to have some fun.” The stallion paused for a moment in his speech, just as he started to move the wagon. “Well, I suppose that’s a lie. You are probably going to hate what’s about to happen, but well....” He pinched her cheek with his magic, “...you don’t really get a say in the matter, do you?” Ginger Snap whined through her nose, not able to do much else as the stallions words only made her more afraid.
Ginger felt herself being lifted out of the wagon, and heard from the stallion’s footsteps that they were going down stairs into what she imagined to be his basement. As he carried her, she felt his magic remove her hat, sash, and the ribbons around her neck and tail. In spite of the horror of her personal situation, Ginger felt a particularly sharp spike of fear about her sash being removed. She’d worked for five years to earn all of those badges, and she mentally begged for him not to damage them.
Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, she felt the ropes around her legs come undone. She was still floating in the air, but she tried to use this as an opportunity to break free. She thrashed in his magical grip, her legs squirming and kicking blindly. She heard the stallion chuckle as he watched her fight. All of her efforts did nothing, and she wasn’t even close to being able to break free. Realizing that, with her hooves free, she could try and pull off her gag to scream for help, she tried to pull at the knot behind her head. However, the stallion’s magic yanked her hooves back in front of her before she could manage it. As she struggled, she felt the ropes against her legs again. This time, instead of tying her legs together, they were being tied around each leg individually, then tightened so that she was bound into a spread eagle position. The magic around her body abruptly died, and she briefly screamed, expecting to fall, only to find herself held up by her legs as the ropes dangled her in the air, with another rope wrapping around her waist, helping to distribute her weight. She realized that she was being suspended in the air, stomach down, by her legs.
She tried to speak through the gag, only succeeding in making noises that, even in her terrified state, she realized probably sounded silly to the stallion, but she kept trying anyway, begging through her gag for him to tell her what he wanted. If the stallion could understand her, he gave no sign. Instead, he just moved behind her, placing his fore-hooves against her butt. The filly squealed, at the touch. Nopony was supposed to touch her in places like that. Was this what the stallion wanted? To touch her inappropriately? She shivered at the idea, more scared than ever.
“As young as you look, I’m going to guess that you have no idea what’s about to happen. Most blankflanks don’t exactly have active sex lives.” The stallion chuckled. The filly was confused. What was ‘sex?’ In spite of her being gagged and blindfolded, the stallion seemed to be able to read her confusion. “Ah, I suppose you don’t even know the word yet. Well, no worries. You’re about to learn a whole lot. I’m going to start now, so do your best to enjoy it.” Ginger flailed against the ropes, managing only to cause herself to swing slightly. The stallion chuckled, then grabbed her butt more firmly, stopping her motion. Ginger felt him hold her legs as something warm and hard poked up against her kitty. She let out a distressed whimper as he felt whatever it was prod at her.
“You have such a cute little pussy.” He purred. Pussy? Another word she hadn’t heard, or at least didn’t recognize. Was that what adults called their kitties? She’d never learned the word. Whatever he was brushing against her was sending strange shockwaves through her body. The feeling was totally alien to her, but underneath all the fear and disgust she felt, some part of her wanted that feeling to continue. Suddenly, the brushing stopped, and the thing paused as it was pressed against her. Ginger Snap sensed that something was about to happen, but she wasn’t ready for his thing to shove into her. She felt herself tear as he pushed in, a violent scream forcing itself around the gag as she began to fight to get herself free from where she was suspended.
“This…,” the stallion gasped as he felt her tight walls strain to fit him, “This is just wonderful.” He stroked her asscheek, his hips already slapping against hers with full force, as he barely registered the filly’s frantic screams of pain and disgust. Her small body rocked back and forth, both as he pumped into her and as her struggling caused the ropes holding her in the air to sway. The blindfold over the filly’s eyes grew damp with tears as she tried to beg for him to stop through her gag. He just laughed, savoring her pleas as his cock was graced with the warmth of her tight body.
Pain shot through Ginger Snap’s entire body with every movement the stallion made. She felt the blindfold over her eyes sticking to her face even more, and she felt that it wouldn’t all be so bad if she could only just see what he was doing to her. What she didn’t understand was that making her more scared and confused was exactly why he’d blindfolded her in the first place. Without the ability to see, all she could focus on was the feelings and sounds of what was happening to her. Her kitty strained painfully around his thing, with a strange feeling of fullness every time he pushed into her. What she really hated about the feelings was the dull pleasure slowly building under it all. She’d felt it earlier, and had even weirdly wanted more, but with how scary this all was, now she hated her body for enjoying anything about this. Worse yet was the sound, the steady smacking noise of her kitty being violated. While Ginger didn’t fully grasp why it bothered her, some part of her realized that she was listening to the sounds of her innocence dying.
What was hell for Ginger Snap was heaven for the stallion. Despite her young age, Ginger Snap had begun to become wet from the stimulation. This made pounding into her easier, and he increased his pace, delighting in the filly’s bawling. Jolts of pleasure coursed through him as he felt himself building to a climax. However, it wasn’t time for that. It took all of his willpower, but he forced himself to stop pumping into her. Trying to catch his breath, and hearing the miserable filly doing the same, he slowly pulled out of her.
Ginger sobbed into her gag as she felt the stallion pull out of her, the muffled sound getting the stallion even more worked up. He looked down at the filly’s face, her face contorted into an expression of anguish, with her cheeks soaked in tears. His cock was almost painfully hard from the sight, and he cupped the filly’s chin with his hoof.
“Well, this has been a lot of fun, but so far all of this has been awfully one sided.” She felt his magic on the back of her head, and the blindfold came loose, letting her see the mostly empty and dark basement she was suspended in. Then, shortly after, her gag was untied, allowing her to spit the rags out. With her mouth free, Ginger could speak for the first time since he’d attacked her, but her voice caught in her throat. Talking to strangers was enough to make her terribly nervous. The situation she was in now though was so much worse than anything she could have imagined. Her pussy still hurt, even though he wasn’t inside her anymore, she knew that nopony could hear her no matter how loud she yelled, and her parents had no idea where she was. Trapped in the dark of the basement with this stallion was more than the poor filly could take, and so even with the gag was off, all she could do was sob louder, her mouth twisted in an expression of pure terror and misery.
The stallion just watched her for a while, seeing if she’d respond to him, but from what he could tell, it didn’t seem like she even noticed he’d said anything. He slapped her cheek to get her attention, causing the filly to yelp, and her bawling to get even louder. He chuckled a bit, then yelled at her.
“You know it’s rude to ignore someone.” The filly shrunk away from him as he leaned down to meet her eyes. “So, I thought of something fun we could do next. I think next, you’re going to suck my dick. Do you know what that means?” The filly didn’t exactly, but with what the stallion had just done to her, and with his...thing, which she realized was what he had just filled her with, still hard like that, it didn’t take her long to realize. She nodded weakly, her shoulders still shaking from her crying. The stallion grinned.
“Good. Now, I want you to ask for it.” he growled at her. The filly started up in confusion, so he clarified. “I want you to say, ‘Please fuck my useless mouth, sir.’” The filly, realizing that disobeying was probably a bad idea. She tried her best, but couldn’t stop sobbing and was barely able to make out even a single word.
“Ah.” the stallion said. “So you’re going to be difficult about it.” His horn glowed brightly in the dark room, and the aura caught onto Ginger Snap’s things. It moved aside her tail ribbon, hat, and papers and grabbed onto her Filly Guides sash and placed it in front of her. Then he levitated over a knife. Ginger’s eyes grew wide. “Let’s do it this way. Either you do what you’re told and say, ‘Please fuck my useless mouth, sir,’ or I cut all the cute little badges you worked so hard for.” Fresh hot tears streamed from Ginger’s eyes and she paused in horror. Seeing that she wasn’t responding, the stallion raised the knife.
“W...Wait!” Ginger choked out. “Please...please d...don’t….” she started before her crying took over again. The stallion paused, but didn’t lower the knife. He stared at her with intent, waiting. The filly’s lips quivered, but she did her best. “P...Please fuck my useless m...mouth, s-sir.” Ginger managed to stammer out. The stallion smiled down at the filly. The knife stayed floating over her sash, but he walked over to her face, and he pressed his cock against her cheek, mixing her own sexual juices with her tears.
“Good. Now, say that you want to swallow my hot cum.” Ginger had no idea what that meant, but the cock against her cheek hit home just how bad it was going to be to have it shoved into her mouth, it was far too big. She was so distracted thinking about this that she forgot to respond, and he grabbed her hair with his magic, pulling it roughly until the filly was turned to look at the knife which hovered over her sash. Ginger shook her head, pleading for him not to do it.
“O...Ok. I…hic..I’ll say it. Can you say it f...for me again p...please?” She begged. The stallion gave a condescending grin, but he repeated it for her. Ginger Snap choked back the lump in her throat, and doing her best to speak clearly mimicked his words, “I want to s...swallow your hot cum.” She managed. The stallion gripped his cock, and pressed it against her quivering lips.
“Well, I can’t say no to that. Now open wide, you little slut.” The filly’s eyes were transfixed on the cock in front of her, her vision going cross eyed trying to stare at it. Her lips quivered more, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she began crying again. She did as she was told though, slowly parting her lips. The stallion immediately pushed his head into her mouth, gasping at the velvety touch of her young tongue.
“Very good. Now, keep your teeth away from my dick. If you scratch me, all your cute little badges will be ribbons. Understand?” He growled. The filly made a humming noise in scared confirmation. Then, the stallion placed his hooves behind the back of her head, and began to push his cock into her. Ginger’s eyes went wide as she felt his cock push in past her tongue and into the back of her throat. She coughed around the cock, gagging as it went much too far in for it to be comfortable. As miserable as she was just from this, it was about to get far worse for the filly.
“Alright, you are doing well. You really really are a good little slut. Now, brace yourself. I’m going to start.” He said. Ginger suddenly understood what he was going to do, that he was going to pump into her throat like he had her kitty. The stallion wasted no time. His grip on her head tightened, and he began to thrust into her throat throat violently, granting the filly no time to adjust. Ginger’s throat strained to fit his cock as it was jammed in as far as it could go, the stallion’s balls slapping against her chin and getting drenched in her saliva. Reflexively, Ginger began to struggle furiously again, but the ropes continued to hold. All the filly could do was sob and gag.
“Oh Celestia, this feels amazing.” the stallion gasped. The filly’s mouth was small and warm, and her throat was able to take him all the way, albeit with some force. He felt his balls getting damp from smacking into her face, and even her choking did little more than just massage his cock as he pumped into her. The filly looked up at him, and the pure terror and suffering in her eyes was absolutely delicious to him. He found himself losing what little control he had, and he shoved into her even faster. The velvety touch of her unwilling tongue was wonderful as his cock slid across it, and her spasming throat caressed his head every time he went all the way in. He was in heaven, balls deep in this blubbering filly.
Things were far less enjoyable for Ginger Snap, who just wanted the whole ordeal to end. Every time he pushed all the way in, she nearly vomited, and her throat was becoming sore from his cock being forced down it. Between that, the ropes digging into her hooved, and her kitty which was still ached, the filly’s body hurt all over. She was struggling to breathe. Her mouth was full, his cock drove in past where she could breath around it on every push, and she was still crying hysterically, which had clogged up her nose. She could barely keep enough oxygen in her body to stay conscious, but she managed to stay just aware enough to keep her teeth away from his cock. If this was the kind of thing he did to her for fun, she didn’t want to think about what he might do is she made him mad.
“Hey, I’m about to blow my load. Remember what you said about swallowing.” he said with a wink. “I’ll hold you to that, so don’t waste a drop.” Ginger still had no idea what he meant, but she braced herself as much as she could. She felt his magic force her down all the way on his thing, causing her to gag even more. Suddenly, something shot out of him and into her throat. The filly quickly swallowed as best she could, more out of reflex to keep herself from choking than out of any conscious decision, but it didn’t matter. The amount of whatever it was filled her mouth and throat, bursting out from between her lips and out of her nose as Ginger was thrown into a coughing fit. The stallion backed away, his thing slipping out of her mouth, squirting a white liquid all over her muzzle and chest, while more of it oozed out of Ginger’s mouth and onto the floor.
“Tsk tsk, Ginger. I said not to waste a drop, and look how much you didn’t drink.” He taunted her, looking down at her cum spattered muzzle, strings of it oozing down her face onto the floor. The filly just looked up at him pleadingly, still coughing in between sobs.
“I...I’m sorry! I tried, but...but there *cough* there was so much. Please, can I please be done. I want to go home.” Her voice broke as she spoke, and she fell into a fit of check-racking sobs. The stallion felt his cock twitch a bit at the sight, but this had all been too much even for him. He was spent.
“Well, I suppose I’m done with you. Yeah, I think it’s time.” The stallion said, his magic going to the ropes holding her and untying them slowly. Ginger felt herself being lowered, and she let herself be held in his magic without a fight, as her crying died down just a bit.
“R...Really?” She pitifully mewled. The stallion nodded, though he had a look on his face that worried Ginger a little. As he set her down, the ropes that were holding her in the air moved to pin her front legs together. “Wait, what are you doing, you said th…mm. MMMH!” The stallion had levitated over some kind of metal tube that he shoved in her mouth, gagging her again. With her forehooves restrained, he pulled a metal bar out from a drawer, and placed it against her legs, tying both of her back legs to it, forcing them apart.
“Oh, I wasn’t lying.” The stallion said, as he levitated over the blindfold he’d used on her earlier. “I fully intend to let you go. I just thought I’d give you a going away present first.” As his magic tied the blindfold around her head again, he levitated over the last thing he needed, a set of magical noise cancelling ear muffs. “Before you can’t hear me anymore, I just wanted to say you look adorable with a bit gag in your mouth. Also, that I know where you go to school, so if anypony ever hears about this, you are going to be right back down here for another night with me. Nod if you understand.” Ginger Snap was shaking in fear at the idea of having to go through any of this again, and rapidly nodded her head repeatedly. “Good. Now, goodnight Ginger Snap.” The stallion said, lowering the ear muffs down onto her head.
The world went quiet for Ginger Snap. She couldn’t hear anything, not even her own heartbeat. She guessed that whatever he’d just put over her ears was magical if it was working this well, but why would he do this anyway? She would get her answer soon, as she felt something being pushed into her kitty again, this time something cold. The filly briefly panicked, thinking that maybe the stallion had lied to her and that she was about to go through the whole experience all over again, but this time there was no more movement. Once whatever was inside her was in place, she felt strips of tape secure it in place. Then, a second one, this time…. Ginger squeaked in surprise, that turned into a desperate scream of pain as she felt a second thing shoved into her butt. That hole was much tighter and her body ached trying to accommodate it. Ginger Snap had hoped that her torment was over, but she once again found her shoulders shaking as she softly cried, mentally begging the night to be over.
Without the ability to see or hear anything around her, her mind had nothing to concentrate on but the two invasive things inside of her. She suddenly realized why she was blindfolded and deafened, and she found herself growing yet more disgusted with her own body, as the dull pleasure from before came back, much stronger than ever. The thing in her butt was also taped in place, and she could feel the stallion’s hooves against her rear as he fiddled with it. Suddenly, it began to vibrate, and almost immediately after, so did the one in her kitty. She squeaked in shock and pleasure as the vibrations became all that her sense-deprived mind could think about.
Ginger Snap barely even noticed as she was lifted up by the stallion’s magic, and after a few moments, lowered down into her own wagon. The wagon was given a little magical push and for a moment, she was able to focus on something else, the momentum and the question of where she was being pushed off to. However, the moment the wagon came to a stop, it all came rushing back. The cold of the wagon’s metal was the only thing she could feel that wasn’t the relentless vibrations. She gasped and squirmed, trying to pull her forehooves free, but with no success. Surrounded by blackness and silence, Ginger Snap weakly cried as she felt her first ever orgasm forced upon her, the first of countless more she would have that night.
Hours later, Ginger Snap would be found in a back alley at the edge of Ponyville. The pair of young colts that stumbled across her bound form found her still in the wagon in a pool of her own juices, moaning into her gag as she humped the air. The two of them were both schoolmates of Ginger’s, and they recognized her immediately. They stared in confusion, both blushing and with a feeling overcoming them that they had never felt. While the two of them wanted to keep watching, they were worried about getting into trouble if they didn’t help their classmate. So, they began to untie her, but neither of them would ever be able to see Ginger the same way, anymore than Ginger Snap would ever be the same after her wild night.
Author's Note
I liiiiiiiiiiive! This is just a quick one shot I did to try and get back into writing. Hopefully you enjoy it, and I will try and have new chapters out for my running fics soon. Writing this got me excited to be back.
