Sandbar rescues his friends

Gallus slowly found himself coming to. Only, it was not in his room. It was not in his house, and all of this greatly confused him. He had spent ages saving up to put down a deposit and now…

Reality hit him like a ton of bricks, jolting him awake roughly and causing him to let out a soft squeak of shock as he took in the room around him.

He did not know where he was, but it looked like the inside of some kind of dungeon, he had seen a castle dungeon before, and this seemed to mirror one exactly, cold stone walls, a few flickering torches providing light and…

The blue griffon begin to tug at his bonds. His talons were tightly bound to the chair and his hind paws were held in place with thick metal straps that would be impossible to break. His dark blue wings were also bound to his sides, although this time with thick leather straps that seemed to dig at his flesh, causing him pain whenever he tried to move his wings.

There was something heavy on his head, something smooth that seemed to cover most of his head, crushing his feathers down against it and making his neck almost hurt.

Panic started to set in. He did not know where he was or how it was that he had gotten here. No matter how hard he tugged against his bonds, they refused to budge and the only thing he managed to do was make the bonds dig in deeper.

Before the panic managed to settle in fully, there was a horrible crackling sound as an ancient speaker overhead crackled to life. The voice that came through was distorted, almost indescribable, not that it mattered, he was just glad to finally have some of his questions get answers.

“Hello Gallus, I want to play a game.”
Fuck.
“Is this one of those references I’m too young to get? Because I’m not in the mood, this isn’t funny and you better let me go this instant.”

The voice let out a dark chuckle that seemed to darken his mood almost instantly, it was like all the hope had drained out of the world, leaving him with a hollow, empty and hopeless feeling in his chest.

“Oh Gallus. This isn’t a joke. This is your life now. You better get used to it as quickly as possible, it will save you a lot of effort in the long run.”

Gallus felt the sense of panic worsen, giving a growl as he struggled wildly against his bonds in a hopeless attempt to break then. “You better let me go! I’m not joking. I have a meeting later this week about becoming a royal guard and ponies will notice I am missing.”

The voice just chuckled again, a long, drawn out laugh that seemed to go on forever and left Gallus with less hope hope then he thought possible to lose.

“I was hoping that you’d put up a fight. I set up this whole thing with you taking the hard route in mind and it would be such a terrible waste to not use any of it. Have fun.”

With that, the speaker cut out, leaving Gallus along once more. He did not know what was going to happen next, but fear begin to set in once he begin to think about what was going to happen next.

Silence.

Nothing happened for several seconds, just a silence that seemed to stretch on forever, despite only lasting a few seconds. He did not know what was going to happen next, but terror set into his heart and begin to tear him apart. He wanted to scream, he wanted to beg for help, but he knew that nobody was coming for help, he was stuck here, and he still did not know where it was he was locked up.

The fear only became more and more intense, and then his whole vision became a swirling mass of colours and lights as something pressed against his rear, something large and well lubricated, something that he almost instantly knew was a plastic cock, threatening to push into him.

For a few moments he thought that it was going to begin raping him, but it stopped before it actually pushed into him, leaving it just outside of his ass. This was when things got even worse, there was a swirling, confusing flashing wall of lights before his vision, projected onto a visor by the technology of the helmet.

He had wondered what the colours and lights were for, but already he could feel his mind starting to ebb and give way. He tried his best to fight it, but that was when things got even worse. The metal straps that covered his paws and talons begin to slowly close, pressing against his talons and paws with a mechanical whir as he desperately tried to make sense of the situation that he was currently in.

The straps closing over his paws and talons did not stop once they hit flesh, the mechanical mechanism that drove them threatening to break his bones and then crush them to powder if he did not do something to stop it.

His back arched from the pain, and the head of the plastic cock slipped into his anus, which instantly caused the pain to stop, the straps starting to relax.

He took a few moments to try and get his focus back, to keep fighting the messages flashing up on the visor, but after a few moments the straps begin to close again, and he was forced to slip more of the fake cock into his virgin anus, crying out in pain as it was stretched painfully wide. The cock was huge!
And worse, it seemed to get thicker the closer he got to the base. The panic was starting to tear through his mind now, but the more he got distracted, the more the messages seemed to distracted, flashing up images of schoolfillies and adult mares in schoolfilly uniforms, along with text that seemed to flash by far too fast for him to comprehend.

The messages were trying to worm their way into his mind, and he knew that if he lost focus for even a moment they would flood his brain and it would all be over.

The straps begin to tighten again, this time he was too scared to push any more of the cock into him. The metal threatening to shatter his bones changed that however, and he let out a whimper as he pushed his ass down against the dildo hard, squawking out as more of the cock slipped into him, spreading his ass painfully wide, and if he had to guess he was only half way down.

Tear ripped through him, and then the messages flashing up on the screen tried to take it away from him, tried to take everything away that was precious to him in return for making him feel good. And that was the scariest part, he knew that if he did give in, it would feel amazing.

He had to fight. He had to get help. Gallus needed to find his way out of this situation or at least find a way to get help. But where was he going to get help? There was nowhere to get help from.

The straps begin to tighten, and this time there were tears of terror dripping down his face as he begged for someone to help him. Pain blossomed through his wrists and ankles, and this time he had trouble pushing his ass down further, so much trouble that his bones felt like they were going to break as he forced his ass down on the dildo hard, two inches sliding into him.

Gallus had to be close to the base now, his ass felt like it was going to tear apart, and the crushing weight against his prostate had forced his cock to try and harden up. This was when he noticed something that he had not noticed before, there was something in the way of his cock, it felt cold, like metal, and seemed to have bars.

A mini cage for his cock? Why?

The straps tightened again and this time he squawked loudly, begging it to stop as he pushed his ass the last few inches to the base of the plastic cock. He felt so full, every inch of his body felt like it was going to split apart, his rear burned, his insides ached and his… His cock throbbed.

The images were flashing faster now, and the straps kept tightening, but he had no more cock to take, he knew what the machine wanted from him, and his cheeks were burning with shame as tears dripped down them, pulling his ass up off the fake plastic cock as he begin to lift himself off it, stopping the metal straps advance and sending it back to its default state.

He struggled frantically against his chair as he tried his best to keep struggling. He needed to get out of here. He needed to… He begin to bounce up and down on the dildo, his eyes fluttering and rolling back as he stared into the visor of his helmet. His cock throbbed within his cage and…

His mind gave out, giving into the pleasure. Everything finally gave out, and Celestia did it feel good. All he had to do was bounce up and down and stare into the screen.

Waves of pleasure washed through him as he mindlessly stared out into the image, shuddering and moaning as he pounded the plastic cock into his prostate as roughly as he was able.

Nothing had felt better in his life.

• Gallus did not know how long it was he spent bouncing up and down on the cock and staring into the screen, but by the end of it, his chest and legs were coated in cum and wave of pleasure. His mind had gone so numb that it was impossible to think about anything other then the images and words that flashed up on the screen.

And then the helmet was pulled away from his head, and he was shoved out into a hallway.

Everything was confusing, he wanted to put the helmet back on and go back to his happy place. He could not see what was happening because there was a rough cloth sack on his head, but there were hooves roughly guiding him down a hallway.

When the sack was pulled off, he suddenly found himself in another room that looked like it belonged in a castle. The only difference was the fact that this one was much better lit then the previous one.

His head was so scrambled from everything that had happened that it took him several moments just to realize the fact that there was somebody else in the room. All his thoughts felt off, everything felt off. Nothing made any kind of sense to him.

The creature stood in the room wasn’t even a pony and with how sluggish his brain was it took him more then a short while to figure that out. Their whole body was covered in thick plates of chitin. A changeling.

They looked like ponies in body shape, but that was where the comparisons ended. Every inch of them was covered in chitin, piercing blank blue eyes stared back at him, and a set of large fangs spilled from out of its maw.

This was clearly not a drone either. They had studied changeling biology in class and this one was far too large to be a simple drone, it must have been a worker, or maybe a guard.

He didn’t know, and he soon stopped caring because the creature leaned back and sat down, spreading its hide legs as its cock spilled to harness between its legs. All the thoughts and cares that Gallus had melted away as he stared at the strange new alien cock laid out before him.

It also imitated the look of a pony cock, only there was something off about it. The griffon did not care however, it was cock and he desperately wanted it inside of him.

Dropping down without orders, he pressed his face right up next to the cock, but did not dare touch it without permission as he knew this was bad and he would end up getting punished. The changeling chuckled softly upon realizing he was waiting for permission.

The changeling looked down at the pathetic excuse for a griffon, giving a toothy grin that showed off a maw filled with far too many fangs. From behind him he pulled out a parcel and passed it to Gallus.

“This is for you, slut. Go and put it on.”

He dared not ask questions, he grabbed the brown wax paper package and ripped it open, letting the clothing from within spill outwards. The first thing he noticed was a skirt, black and pleated like the ones from his school days that seemed so long ago now.

How long had it been? He could not remember, and he did not care as his cock instantly jumped to attention within his cage, bunching up inside of it and pressing against the metal bars as he pictured himself wearing this skirt. He was going to look so pretty and everyone was going to love him, he was sure of it! All the males would want to fuck him, and he could barely contain his excitement as he took out the next item.

A set of black silk stockings, four of them, for each of his limbs in order, and finally a white shirt that completed the outfit of a typical schoolfilly and would make him feel so very good.

He wasted no time at all in pulling the clothing on, starting with the silk stockings. They felt absolutely orgasmic being pulled over his soft fur. His cock throbbed frantically within the tiny cage that covered it, and he barely held back a moan as a shudder tore its way through his body.

Next came the shirt, pulled on over his chest and buttoned up tight. Finally, there was the skirt. It looked like the slandered skirt for a school, only sized up and… Well, made much shorter then would have been acceptable in all the schools that Gallus had ever been to.

He pulled it on with ease, giving a soft gasp as it rubbed up over his legs and then- Gallus arched his back hard and let out a cry as his hopelessly ruined brain sent waves of pleasure crashing through his body from out of nowhere. Thick ropes of cum suddenly sprayed from out of the tiny metal cage that covered his cock, splattering it all over the ground as he rasped softly.

Those silk coated legs quivered slightly as he pulled the skirt up and over them. The skirt hugged tightly around him and made him feel so very good inside.

The changeling chuckled softly and waved a hoof at his cock “It’s all yours slut, get to work sucking it.”

Gallus did not need to be told twice, the normally timid blue griffon stepped forward, extending his tongue and slowly dragging it up the side of the length. It was his first time ever licking a cock, and he loved the taste more then anything. There had been a time in his younger years where he had attempted to suck himself off, but that had not worked as he had not been flexible enough.

Well now he had a cock laid out before him and it was all his, there was nothing standing in the way of his dreams now? This had been his dream, right? To jam a cock so far down his throat it made him choke and then use that to get some big strong male off.

It certainly did sound like his dream. He opened his beak slowly and pushed it forward, taking the head of the cock into his maw with a surprising amount of ease. Griffons and other birds did not in fact have a gag reflex as far as he was aware, so dreams of choking himself on a superior males cock.

The uniform only made the experience that much better. Why had he never dressed up like this before? The fabric rubbing against his skin and the silk rubbing against his legs, it was like some kind of drug to him.

It was heaven, and he doubted that he could go back to not wearing clothes now. Above him the changeling let out an approving moan that was music to his ears, before a powerful chitin hoof pressed down against the back of his head, pushing it forward.

Gallus did not need to be told twice, he happily slid his head forward, taking several inches of the cock into his maw in one smooth motion, spreading his beak wide enough that it almost hurt. It should have hurt actually, but the pain simply served to once again make everything feel that much better. His eyes fluttered, then rolled up to look at the powerful male above him.

He was getting a comforting look, a look that told him everything was OK and that he was doing a great job. The look made him want to do better, he wanted to have this male screaming his name in pleasure, to milk their cock into his tight throat and have them paint his insides in their thick ropes of cum.

The changeling seemed to be heating an iron bar using his magic, turning the black iron a shade of cherry red while giving Gallus a very evil looking grin. He was not bothered in the slightest, far too focused on the cock in his maw.

His tongue spilled forward and gently swirled around the length, coating it in saliva as the femboy pushed himself forward, the lubricated length having no trouble at all in sliding into his glove like throat, which convulsed and milked like mad, desperately trying to bring the male above him to an orgasm.

At this point the nameless male who currently had most of his cock buried in Gallus’ throat let out a soft chuckle, “I’m going to burn you with this iron bar now. I hope you don’t mind, it would make me very happy indeed. Scream and cry all you want, it will help me get off.”

With that, he pressed the poker forward. Had he been going for the uniform, Gallus might have had something to say about it, but he stopped the poker just behind Gallus’ skirt and let him feel the red hot metal sizzle the air around his fur.

He knew that if he pressed into that poker, waves of agony would soon be ripping through him. He also knew that if he allowed this to happen, it would please the male above him greatly, and that was the only thing that mattered to him.

He fixed his hungry eyes on the male as he worked his tongue in circles around their cock, before pushing his head forward hard, sliding the final inches of the length into his maw like it was nothing more then a party trick, his tongue now extending out of his beak to lap at the changeling’s balls.

The taste and overwhelming smell of musk assaulted his senses and filled him with pleasure, causing his back to arch roughly as his eyes almost rolled back in his head.

And then the red hot poker poked into his rear. It vaporised the fur instantly. Agony ripped through him, every one of his nerve endings screaming in a desperate attempt to tell him to run, to tell him that he was in danger.

It caused his throat to convulse roughly around the cock, the warm, fleshy tube milking the stallion madly as his tail flagged high into the air as a sign of submission.

A groan of pleasure tore from the lips of the changeling above him and it made all the pain so much more then worth it. His cock was hard again in moments, jamming against the inside of his cage as his tongue frantically worked at the balls of the changeling beneath him.

The scent of burning flesh filled the air, and then the changeling pulled the iron rod away, letting Gallus’ tense body finally relax, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead as the first few tears begin to spill from his eyes.

It had clearly hurt, but he did not feel like he was in danger, the tears were simply a reaction to something like cutting an onion, a minor annoyance that was out of control.

The changeling’s cock gave a throb in his throat as his tongue kept working at their balls, starting to rapidly slide his beak up and down the length with expertise that should have taken years to gain, and yet Gallus seemed to execute them without any effort at all.

His head slammed back and forth with all the vigour he could muster, convulsing and milking roughly at the length as that red hot poker seemed to get closer to his rear.

He knew that the poker was going to hurt, that in a matter of moments waves of agony would be once again ripping through him and bringing the male above him all kinds of pleasure.

It excited him so much, and he was practically begging for it as the changeling moved the poker closer to the other side of his flank. His deep blue eyes rolled up to stare at the stallion above him, who gave a comforting grumble, before stabbing the poker forward.

His flesh seared instantly, forcing a scream from his lips around his cock, making his back arch and waves of pleasure ripping through his body, his cock quickly twitching within his cage as his throat convulsed roughly.

Another orgasm ripped through his body. He was not even sure where it had come from, he was so on edge that sending him over was one of the easiest tasks ever. His flesh sizzled again and then the male changeling that was using his throat let out a soft grunt and thrust his hips forward hard, hilting in Gallus in one smooth motion, his cock twitching before it begin to fire off thick ropes of hot, sticky cum.

The cum flooded down his throat, bypassing most of his mouth to simply flow warmly down his throat.

Everything came crashing down after that, the two of them tightly cuddling against each other as the changeling used a healing spell to try and close up the scars on his flanks. The magic was warm and relaxing, and with how many orgasms had just ripped through him, he soon found himself drifting off to sleep, nestling tightly against the male that had just fucked his throat senseless.