Sandbar rescues his friends

The Black Market had looked like it was going down for the longest while. Royal guards were dropping from everywhere, and while the pirates and cut-throats certainly had some ponies that were much better then the guards at combat, the difference in training and the lack of structure was really starting to show.

The guards of the Black Market were stretched thin, trying to put out the fires while also trying to hold off a massive attack that had come seemingly from nowhere.

It did manage to bring its canons to bare in the end, the remaining market guards fiercely protecting the towers as the canons begin to fire. It was like a thunderstorm, but without the rain. The canons that the black market used were certainly not standard issue, ripping apart one of the smaller ships belonging to the royal guard like it was nothing.

The attacking royal guard were now attempting to make it to the balloons that kept the ship in the air. If they cut them free, the market would fall. Thankfully, Sandbar did not care about any of this any more. His friends and Pipsqueak had all made it back to the ship and were desperately trying to get away from the carnage.

Unfortunately it seemed that the Royal Guard did not want to let anyone get away, especially not someone as famous as the pirate Buckbeard. The whole world seemed to being falling apart around him, even more then normal.

The Deicide was going down, he could see that. The black market was still under attack, but now they had a man o’ war chasing after them. It was a massive ship, proudly declaring “Ironclad” Across the side in bold letters.

Much like its namesake, the ship was made out of steel rather then wood, covered in dozens of small runes and magic spells to help keep it in the air, a massive balloon and pair of powerful propellers meant that there was no way they were going to out-run it in their tattered old warship.

“Fuck are they doin’. They know w’ have a licence!” Pip yelled to the captain, while working to bandage up his wounded leg.
“This seems like it’s off the books. If they wan’ a proper fuckin’ fight, we’ll give them one!”

The captain turned back to look across his ship, seeming to hesitate for the briefest of moments before booming “Ready the canons.”

With how loud his voice was, it was no trouble for every pony on the ship to hear him.

Throughout all of this, Yona and the rest of his recently freed friends simply chose to stare blankly ahead, looking lost and out of place despite the hell taking place around them.

He would have liked to say that the battle went well, that the ship made it away and they were all fine.

That would have been a lie however, the grapeshot of a canon turned someone into swiss cheese right in front of him, producing a shocking amount of gore that made his belly do a backflip and soon had him vomiting all over the deck while everything went to hell around him.

The Deicide returned fire as best it was able, and the Ironclad would certainly need a trip to the repair yard after the battle, but the damage they could do through the steel hull was limited. They did not manage to hit the engine despite the skill of their captain, as the lead balls struggled to even get through the first layer of the ship.

Still, the Ironclad got more then its fair share of scars before the Deicide, beloved ship of the late Captain Buckbeard went down. Buckbeard, to his credit, did his duty as a Captain and went down with his ship. Very few boarders made it onto the ship, but it was a canon ball tearing through the helm right in front of him that finally ended the captain, killed when a section of his own steering.

And now the ship was going down, hard. Everything seemed to be exploding around Sandbar, there were people screaming and an attempt to carry on with the canon fire that ultimately proved pointless as it was impossible to control without the steering wheel.

Sandbar was just a pony. He was not good at any of this combat stuff, and he just wanted to get out of here in one piece. The ship was going down however, and it seemed like the iron clad was not going to leave any survivors.

The ground was coming up before them, a thick forest full of trees and dry dirt that looked desperate to shatter their ship into hundreds of tiny splinters and them along with it.

Before Sandbar knew what was happening, Pipsqueak slammed into him like a ton of bricks. Just for the briefest of moments he thought that his best friend had attacked him, but it was not an attack, much rather an attempt at saving him, the massive ponies frame wrapping around him in a protective fashion, keeping him held against the ground as the ship made its final landing.

And the landing was by no means soft, a terrible impact tearing apart the ship like it was nothing and suddenly all his insides did a loop. He wished he could have done more to protect his friends, but he had bely been given a few seconds to react, and the shock and confusion were impossible for someone who had no combat experience to over come, the only thing he could do was cling frantically to his giant thing and hope that he made it out alive.

The ship was ruined, there was very little left of it, the underside of the ship having broken apart into hundreds of different and equally useless pieces. The upper deck had managed to be spared from the worst of the impact but had now buried itself deep into the ground, it was not going anywhere.

And in the few moments it took him to stand up and try to get his bearings, things only seemed to get worse. The balloon for the ship was fire resistant, but as it had gotten several holes shot through it, it was now rapidly deflating in a fashion akin to that of a whoopie-cushion, only nowhere near as amusing.

His friends. Were his friends OK? He stumbled around on the deck, and found that they had all managed to huddle themselves into a corner in an attempt to protect one another that seemed to have worked out fairly well. The pirates had not been as lucky and many of them had been launched from the ship by the impact, brutally killed when their fragile bodies were dashed across the trees in an explosion of gore.

“We need to move,” Pip said, his normal accent replaced with an almost dead tone that told him the stallion was running on auto-pilot. He had only seen Pipsqueak do this once before when his pet parrot had died in a chocolate related accident, something he still refused to forgive Pinkie Pie for.

Without a word, he silently nodded, leaving Pip to drop the emergency ramp while he went and gathered up his friends. Even in the face of a near death experience their expression had not changed much from a blank eyed stare, and realizing this was like a knife through his heart.

They all managed to escape from the ship, the surviving pirates scattering like spiders let forth from a frying pan. It seemed that they were not going to make it out of this one alive however, as the royal guards were closing in from all sides. They had rifles and other weapons that the pirates could not hope to fight against, and they had been dropped from the ship and now encircled the whole treeline, closing in like a noose around the trapped pirates and their ruined ship.

They were not taking prisoners either, their rifles cracking against the chilling air, a poof of smoke and another pony face down on the ground with a hole in their chest and all the life bleeding out of them.

Sandbar was terrified, the heavily armoured guards were cutting through the middle of the pirates like they were nothing. The thing that really scared him however, was the fact that Pipsqueak looked scared. Just for the briefest of moments he caught the look of terror in his friend’s eyes, and then it was gone.

He turned to Sandbar and his friends, pushing them away with a hoof “Go hide in the river. Use the weeds for cover and prey to Celestia. Go.”

If he was brave, he would have argued, if he was brave, he would have had something to say on the situation, something to save his best friend from doing something really stupid. He was not brave, and he had already failed five of his friends, what was one more?

He turned, and he ran. His hooves tore up the ground as he ordered his friends to follow him. Pip must have managed to see the river while the ship was going down, brave fool that he was. It was just beyond the wreckage of the ship, a brisk run past a number of corpses that had not managed to cling to the ship like him or his friends had.

The river was foul, and it was less of a river and more of a brook, off smelling water that was moving along at a snails pace, held back by a plug of rotting weeds and other fermenting things that told him drinking from it would likely be a death sentence.

And yet the terror made him not care about any of this, the six of them managing to wedge in amongst the tangling weeds in a half convincing fashion that would never hold up if anyone decided to come closer.

The water was freezing, and the smell this close was even worse then he had originally suspected, filling up his nose with the rotting scent of death and decay. Of course, his friends did not care in the slightest, and he envied them for that in the least.
Up ahead, Pipsqueak was not attempting to hide with them. Yona was quite a big creature, being a Yak. But there was no way that a stallion the size of Pipsqueak would be able to hide with all his gear.

That, and Sandbar suspected the death of his captain had broken him.

The guards closed in, and he took out a flintlock pistol, firing a plume of smoke towards them.

A set of gunshots tore through the air, and Pipsqueak convulsed as both hit him, then went down like the world’s heaviest sack of potatoes.

After that, he was not able to watch any more.

Just for a moment, it seemed like the guards were leaving. He was trying his best to not cry, hoping with everything he had that they would be happy and would leave now.

And then he noticed that four of the guards were heading towards him, while the others were returning to wear they had come from.

He turned to look at his friends one last time, knowing that he was doomed, they were doomed, and he had failed.

-

Smoulder slowly awoke, noticing almost instantly that she was tied down to a table of some kind, thick leather straps holding her in a spread-eagled position as fear begin to grow within her like a cancer.

She kept it hidden, but she had always suffered with body image issues, and being spread out like this was worse for her then it would be for most. She did not cry however, instead she bundled up all her rage and prepared to use it as a deadly weapon.

They had been smart using leather to hold her down, as it was better at dealing with high temperatures then most metals were, but she would still be able to chew through it with ease, and then these fucking bastards were going to pay.

Rage turned to strength, strength that she was more then able to use. She did not know where she was, or who it was that had dared do this to her, all she knew for sure was that they had made a terrible mistake in doing so and she was going to make sure that they paid a terrible price in return.

It was not often that Smoulder got mad, but the anger of a dragon was something that everyone knew to fear. She had been so angry that the fact she was wearing a gag had slipped her mind, but unfortunately for whoever it was that was trying to contain her, they had made a fatal mistake.

They had used a bit gag, and the bit in said gag was made out of metal. It should have been a simple case of biting through the metal and then using her mouth to chew through the leather binds

As she bit down onto the metal however, she soon came to realize that it was no normal metal that the bit was forged from, as her teeth did not even scratch it, even though they would normally be able to chew through things that other creatures could not even hope to scratch, such as gemstones and other such things.

So, for the bit to not crumble under her teeth, it must have been something very special indeed. It only made her even angrier, so angry that she did not even notice when the door slid open and a changeling slowly made his way into the room with an almost demonic smile on his face.

Changelings, of course. Only they would be stupid enough to kidnap her, they must have been making plans to try another invasion or something.

She had to get out and warn her friends. It was strange, just a few years ago dragons would never have even known the word, but now she was friends with a whole host of creatures, some that she had never even heard of until actually meeting them. And now her friends were in danger and she needed to do something to save them.

Her strength bubbled up and she once again squirmed against her bonds, trying with all her might to break them.

The changeling did not even seem to care, he simply stood there and watched her squirming frantically, writhing and trying her very best to break the bonds holding her down.

“You won’t break them, you know that right? They’re reinforced with magic and all kinds of spells to make sure that even a dragon could never stand a chance at breaking them.”

Smoulder paused, just for a moment, just long enough to glare daggers at the changeling, her eyes telling him that if she ever got out of here, he was going to be first on the list of creatures she beat up.

“Of course, you’re not much of a dragon any more, you’re more of a pony… And well, ponies are livestock, so I am here to get you started in that regard,” He scraped a hoof across the ground and chuckled “We’re just going to have a little fun, and at the end of it you’ll be a good little pony ready to sell onto the market or whatever it is that our ruler wants to do with you.”

Smoulder was already planning exactly the sequence in which she was going to beat him up. The changeling really did not seem to care however, he stepped over to a wheel by the bench and begin to wind it, and as he did so, the bench seemed to stretch out beneath her, and her limbs begin to stretch with it, pulled taunt against the leather straps that so cruelly contained her.

As the changeling did this, he gave a soft chuckle “We only have the one set of hypnosis equipment, but lucky for you, us changelings don’t need fancy gear or equipment to do things. All I need you to do is listen to my voice, my little pony. My good little mare.”

His voice was like silk, but as he spoke he slowly cranked the wheel, and the bench kept slowly stretching out, soon Smoulder was at her limit, and the changeling stopped, looking down at the dragon that was currently laid out across the bench with a smile before turning back to the wheel.

“You should know that I don’t like hurting you, but you’ve been a very bad mare, running off to the dragon lands and making up all these silly stories about being a dragon, you had us so worried, and now you’re back, we’re gonna have to fix you and make sure that you’re mentally well enough to return to work in the whore house.”

The wheel turned again, and all of a sudden pain flared up her arms and down her legs, her muscles pulled taunt and forced to cry out in pain, to express the fact that they had been stretched almost to their limit.

“You were a very silly mare, you know that. We found you covered in burns lying out in the middle of a mountain outcrop by a pool of lava! Everyone thought you were going to die, but Princess Celestia is not one to let her subjects die and she poured thousands into getting you fixed up, hired every mage, wizard and doctor to return you to peak form!”

His voice was like silk, but she was not going to listen to his lies. Already she had more then enough of the bullshit he was spouting. The wheel turned again, and her muscles felt like they were going to tear, she grit her teeth against the gag however, refusing to give him the satisfaction of calling out in pain.

The changeling did not seem to mind however, he just kept talking, his silky smooth voice and the calmness within it really starting to get to her. She wanted to stay angry at him, she wanted her hate to well up until she tore free from the bench and then tore him limb from limb.

But she couldn’t do any of those things, and the calming tone of his voice was soon slowing down her rage, making it bubble away as the changeling smiled down at her with those emerald green eyes, seeming to know that she hated him, but not seeming to care in the slightest.

The wheel turned again and she was sure that one of her joints was going to pop free. Her eyes rolled about as the pain tore its way through her, drawing another soft snigger from the changeling, tail swishing behind him as he spoke.

“I always respected ponies for that, they always were really good at resisting pain, it’s quite amazing actually when you think about it. I always found it amazing anyway, and I think Celestia was impressed too, the fact that she shelled so much money out on a whore got her a lot of popularity and she was so impressed with how resistant you are to pain.”

Once again, he tried to turn the wheel. This time he encountered quite a bit of resistance, and soon she let out an ungodly screech into the gag as one of her joints almost popped out of place, white hot agony ripping its way through her body and trying its best to bring her to her knees.

She was not having it however, she would not give in. The changeling laughed loudly, a mad laugh that suggested he was more then a few sandwiches short of a pony picnic.

“We need to train you to be a much better pony, we need to train you to resist as much pain as possible. I know it sucks, I know it hurts, but we have to do it in order for you to get better! I really hope you understand.”

She did not understand. Everything hurt. Every one of her nerve endings was screaming at her and the only comfort she had was the silky sound of the changelings voice telling her what a good pony she was and how Celestia cared about her.

Smoulder was so confused, it was like a heavy blanket or a thick veil of smog had been used to cover her mind. She whimpered softly and tried to dig through it into her own thoughts, but it was impossible, as digging through smoke with your bare hooves normally was.

The wheel turned once more and suddenly the agony went from bad to worse as a loud, cracking pop filled the room, one of her limbs fully dislocating from out of its socket. She could barely tell which one it was with the haze covering her mind and the fact that all her joints were screaming at her at once, not one of them giving her a moment of respite.

For a moment she was sure that she was going to be sick. Her stomach turned and she tasted bile, the pain almost being enough to make her vomit, but she fought it down and did not let it get to her. She couldn’t let it get to her, she had to stay strong for Celestia.

The Changeling looked down at the poor confused looking dragon as his magic did its work. She looked so confused, like nothing made sense to her, like her mind was a lego set and all the pieces had just been thrown across the floor.

And now it was his job to try and put them all back together. His horn kept up a gentle green glow as it dug around in her mind, finding out which thoughts she would be allowed to keep and which ones had to go, which was most of them. Pain always made the best distraction, if she was fully aware or asleep while this was happening, it would have been impossible.

Smoulder was staring up at him, no longer the bold face of an angry dragon, but the scared face of a confused pony that had no idea how exactly it had ended up here.

“I’m so sorry it hurts dear,” He spoke, his silken lies burrowing their way into her mind while his tail begin to swish behind him. Damn having this much power over a live dragon was really turning him on.

“Just one more turn, and then its over. We’ll put your riding gear on and then we’ll put you away for the night. Do you think you can be a brave pony for me?”

A terrified nod was the only reply he got, but that was more then enough as he was going to keep turning the wheel regardless of her reply. There was a horrible symphony of terrible sounding pops as most of her limbs let themselves out of their sockets, leaving her there foaming at the mouth as agony ripped her apart.

She tried to scream into the bit gag, but of course it did not let her and the only sound that escaped was a gargled and horrible sounding noises as she tried to move her broken limbs. His cock was throbbing beneath him in excitement at the sight, but he knew that making any move on her before the changes were complete would be the chopping block for him, and he certainly did not want to risk that.

So instead his apple green magic wrapped around her whole body like a soothing blanket, the changeling giving a sigh as he prepared to start putting her back together again, like that nursery rhyme about the stupid egg that deserved to die.

It did not take long with how skilled he was. he had been hoping to be a multi-species doctor when things between the ponies and the changelings had been going well, but as part of the program that allowed ponies to work in Equestria, he had needed to get passed a psychological exam, which he had failed because ponies and changelings thought differently to one another.

Not that he cared, torturing and mind breaking were more fun anyway.

Once he was happy that Smoulder was back together, he put her blinders back on, then helped her into the rest of the gear that had been provided, thick rubber boots in the shape of pony hooves that went over both sets of her claws, along with a fake tail.

To anyone on the outside it might not have seemed that convincing, but once he was done breaking her in, it would be as real to her as air was to everyone else.

Again and again Smoulder woke, tied to a table and not remembering the day previous. Again and again her body was stretched to its limit until she was left as nothing more then a broken heap contained within leather binds.

And each time, she lost a little more of herself. It wasn’t anywhere near as fast as using hypnotic tech, but the changeling knew his craft well and it would be much harder to undo.

On the final day of her training, Smoulder awoke tied to a metal slab. The first thing in her head was confusion, her view slowly panning around the room as she tried to get her bearings on where exactly it was that she had ended up now.

Non of this made sense, this was not where ponies slept. Had she done something wrong? Last thing she recalled was being in Ponyville with all her pony friends jamming their privates into her. Such needy boys, they did their best to please her with sex and trinkets, and she returned them with sex and pleasure beyond all hopes of measure.

And now she was here, tied down to a metal slab, despite the fact that she had gone to sleep in her cosy pony bed. The panic that made its way through her was not very intense at all however, she was a whore, of course she sometimes woke up in strange places. She was also a forgetful pony, so this must have simply slipped her mind. Maybe she had been doing dungeon play with someone and it had gone wrong? Or they had forgot to untie her.

Regardless, her panic was not deep by any means, and as she calmly chewed on her bit in an attempt to calm herself down, a figure stepped out of the shadows, a figure she knew all too well.

It was her master! The best changeling in the world. All the fear melted out of her in an instant and she knew that she had nothing to worry about. She was being silly again and now her master was here, he would take care of her.

“You’re looking very well today Smoulder. How’re you feeling? Still having delusions of being a pony?” He asked, stroking a hoof gently down the centre of her fluffy chest, before reaching the hoof up and using it to remove her gag, allowing her to speak.

She worked her mouth a few times, then licked her tongue over her blunt herbivore teeth before looking up to the doctor and giving a shake of her head. “No doctor! I’m as much a pony now as I was the day I was born. I see that I was being really stupid claiming to be a dragon and I’m sorry for wasting your time like I did. You’ve been so nice to me and in return I’ve done nothing but cause problems.”

The changeling gave her a comforting smile “It’s not a worry in the slightest dear, I more then understand and I’m just here to make sure that you get better. It’s what I get paid for after all.”

She nodded. That much was true, but she still felt bad for taking advantage of his good nature. That, and the fact that the Princess herself had funded the treatment! She was nothing more then a big dumb whore and the Princess Celestia had put herself out of pocket for nothing more then a few brownie points.

She was so happy to be a pony, to know that everyone was going to look after everyone else.

“It’s your final day of treatment today dear, and then you get to go back to your life, we’ll have plenty of ponies to use all your holes, don’t you worry.”

Right. Her treatment, that was why she was here. Celestia she was such a ditz, her cutiemark should have been a lost pair of keys or the back area of a sofa where everything you lose goes, that’s how forgetful and dumb she was.

Still, forgetting her treatment was a new one. She loved her treatment and she would never forget when it was taking place. But then again she had a habit of forgetting a lot of things, maybe this was just another one she would need to add to the list.

The doctor smiled gently down at her, even if his maw was filled with teeth, those deep green eyes always seemed so kind and she could not wait for her treatment to start. The wheel begin to turn, and almost instantly Smoulder could feel her slit starting to get wet between her legs, eyes fluttering and back arching against the bench in the hopes of getting to the best part sooner.

All the while, her doctor kept a close eye on her, making sure that the treatment went well and that nothing went wrong. She hit the limit of where her body could normally stretch, but this time the doctor did not slow down in the slightest, both hooves firmly clutching the wheel as he used all his strength to keep it turning at the same rapid pace, until it finally pulled taunt against her limbs.

And then, waves of pleasure begin to wash over her as her muscles screamed and her joints ached. It always felt amazing, she did not know why or how, but she tried her best to resist it, arching her back and biting down onto her gag as her snatch gushed all over the place, soaking the bench beneath her in a thin coating of her love juices.

Celestia it felt so good.

Soon her joints hit the limits of how fair they could normally stretch, and then one by one they begin to pop free. One by one, each one filling the room with a sick sounding pop and creating another wave of pleasure that ripped through her and sent her to new heights of bliss.

She could not hold back any more and soon she was screaming, not in pain, but in pleasure. As the doctor had not fully put her gag back in, the song of her joy was free to fill the room as her eyes fluttered and her back arched and then-

Something tore. She pulled something beyond its normal limits and it gave. And that was enough to push her over the edge.

Her eyes rolled back as her whole body thrashed and convulsed in the throws of an intense orgasm that seemed to have come from nowhere and was now worming its way into every part of her.

She thrashed and convulsed so hard that several more things popped or gave out, which had the effect of only increasing the pleasure further, to such highs that not only did her body start to give out, but her mind as well, she could feel her thoughts getting washed away, nothing mattered, her mind broke and she was lost in a void of pure pleasure, howling as loud as she could as between her legs a thick jet of sticky pony juices shot from her snatch and splattered all over the bench, and with the intensity she was squirting, some of it even ended up landing on the ground.

The changeling doctor watched his latest project closely, watched her eyes roll back into her head and her body convulse like mad as her cunt squirted all over the place and her mind looked like it might be about to give out at any moment.

She had twisted several of her limbs in ways that would be more difficult then normal to fix, but he did not care in the slightest. This was his finest work to date and between his legs, his cock was throbbing with excitement at just how far he had managed to take his mental rewriting.

As he stepped around the bench, he realised that her eyes were still rolled back in her skull, telling him that at least for the moment, she was still totally lost to the world.

His horn glowed to life and wrapped gently over the battered pony, slowly starting to patch her broken body back together… She was ready.