Sandbar rescues his friends

by Nightprincessluna

Rating: mature
Tags: Pipsqueak, Profanity, Non-consensual, Adventure, Sandbar, Violence, Alternate Universe, Young Six, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Fetish, Porn, Sex
Length: 14699

It has been 10 years since five of the student six were kidnapped. This of course led to a massive war, with the families of the five student six believing that the ponies allowed it to happen. (A commission for anon!)

Five of Sandbar's friends get kidnapped just after his graduation. With the fact that the student six were serious diplomatic powerhouses, this leads to the kingdoms that the five student six came from declaring war on ponies. A war that Sandbar blames himself for.

Years later, a drunk room-mate brings him a chance to finally find out what happened to to his friends.

Unfortunately, the truth is far darker then he could have expected.

Contains: Sex slavery, mind break, torture, mind control, sky pirates, steampunk, etc.

(A commission for anon that I added pirates to)

Published 2020-02-12 19:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-02-24 19:38:54 UTC

Chapter 1

School seemed like nothing more then a distant memory, or maybe a nightmare considering the events that had followed. Sandbar had always figured that upon leaving school, all his non pony friends would stick with him and they would all have forged a bond that would last a lifetime. They almost had as well, but fate had not been kind to the first ever students of a mixed race school.

Their faces still haunted him to this day, even though ten long years had passed, he still remembered it like it was yesterday. Yona had been the one he was closest to, a yak of all things. To start with she seemed like a really block headed creature with a mind for only destruction, but within she had contained a startling amount of intelligence and one of the nicest personalities that he had ever met.

Gallus, Ocellus, Silverstream, Smoulder, a griffon, a changeling, a dragon and a hippogriff. All of them together almost sounded like the beginning of a bad joke, but it was far from a joke.

Just a few years after all of them had finished school and were preparing to move on with their lives, everything had gone wrong. The other students in his group had gone missing, all of them apart from him.

Now of course this was bad enough. But the fact that he had been left behind led to the suspicion that it was the government that had allowed it to happen, or even worse, caused it to happen.

Of course this was really stupid, there was no way that the Equestrian government would allow such a plot to happen, and there was no way that they would fuck up the plot that badly even if they did.

Non of the non pony races cared about this however, fuelled by the loss of their children, they had all declared war on Equestria. Nothing Celestia had been able to do had calmed the situation in the slightest.

Now on top of losing one of their children, the other factions in the war had lost thousands of men and women, and Equestria had lost thousands upon thousands of ponies.

And all of it felt like it was his fault. He did not know exactly how it was his fault, but he should have done more about it.

Because of that, it had also meant that his name had been changed, and that he was technically in hiding as a lot of ponies and other creatures likely wanted to kill him.

Non of that mattered now however, worrying over the past would only get him so far, and he needed to drag himself out of bed and get ready to face the day beyond.

The once calm and collected light olive stallion had since become a nervous wreck in the ten years since his graduation, his cyan and sea blue mane was a mess, no longer two toned, just a wild mess of hair that somehow had stayed attached to his head.

His dark green eyes peered tiredly into the mirror, trying to ignore the mess of a flat that he now lived in. Everything in the earth ponie’s life had gone to shit and there seemed to be no end to it. Even with the massive need for jobs thanks to the war effort, he never seemed to be able to hold down a job for more then a couple of weeks before the effort crumpled him like a tin can and he retreated back to the darkness of his flat to have a breakdown and hopefully fix himself once more.

There were many things that had gone right however, Equestria was advancing faster then ever before in order to try and stay ahead in the war. That, and his room mate was a fucking sky pirate. Not a normal pirate, a SKY pirate. Well, technically he was a privateer, but it was basically a sky pirate.

He moved around his room in a slow fashion, his whole body felt like it was going to give up on him at any moment. He was still a stallion in his prime and yet he awoke every morning feeling like he was about to keel over at any moment.

Thankfully, there were things that could fix that, and as he slowly made his way through the mess that was his flat, he soon found himself stood within the kitchen, before the magical substance known as coffee

Coffee made everything better, Coffee would make the dark thoughts go away and return him to feeling something like a normal pony. He turned on the stove and begin to heat up a pot of water above it, then moved over and dumped himself a number of cereal flakes into a bowl.

Breakfast went off without a hitch, the bowl of cereal helped calm his stomach and the pot of coffee helped him feel like he was a normal living creature that was not about to die at any moment. He had a lot of things to do today, such as trying to find a job and a lot of crying when this eventually failed.

He hated going outside, he hated seeing what this war had done to his once amazing city and he hated how it was all most likely his fault.

Thankfully, he did not have to dwell on all his dark thoughts for long, as his flatmate suddenly came stumbling into the room, smelling strongly of whisky.

Where Sandbar had grown up into an emotional wreck of a stallion, Pipsqueak had done quite the opposite. He was now easily a head higher then Sandbar and was covered in a thick layer of muscle from the challenges of keeping a boat running and the effects of prolonged combat in the skies.

“Sea… Sea Breeze.. You gotta come quick… it’s Fuckin’ Emergency you gotta… Get up… I’m- you gotta check this out.”

Sandbar blinked a few times trying to make sense of what his friend was saying, but he did not have long to dwell on it as Pipsqueak quickly moved over and begin trying to push him from out of his seat. He did not know what was happening, but he climbed out of his seat and looked to his friend, who was currently wearing a rather fine looking suit that looked like it should belong on a prince rather then an overly drunk sky pirate.

“I-I was down at the… Black market and...” He suddenly paled, then clutched at his belly “Ho… Hold that thought.” The stallion rushed over to the sink, lurching forward as a thick stream of bile suddenly poured from out of his mouth, wiped away a moment later on the sleeve of that suit.

“W-W-wow. I don’t remember drinking or eating any of this.” He commented, before turning back to his friend as he rubbed at the space between his eyes.
“Fucking… I just found… Found some… Those friends you keep talking about… I think… I maybe found them.”

Sandbar looked at his drunken pirate friend and a deep frown spread across his face as those words sank into him. His friends, his friends who he was sure had been killed off at this point, there was a chance that they might still be alive?

Just the thought alone begin to reopen old wounds within the mind of the stallion, feelings and ideas all flooded his head, threatening to overwhelm him. For just a moment, it seemed like the thoughts were going to overwhelm him and he was going to drown in them, and then suddenly all of that came away and was replaced with a deep and unceasing rage.

Suddenly he was up on his hooves, and faster then he thought he could ever move before he had Pipsqueak pressed up against a wall, his hooves grabbing at his friend in the fancy suit and attempting to lift him up, of course, he had not worked out in several years and therefore did not have enough muscle to be able to lift the pony up, instead simply holding as his green eyes burned with a ceaseless hate.

Pipsqueak was too drunk to care however, the brown spotted white stallion simply staring at him in a confused fashion. His brown mane was a mess and despite the neat suit that he was wearing, he still smelled strongly of vomit.

Also, it might have had something to do with the fact that he was a head taller then Sandbar and covered in so much muscle that he could have likely crushed him if he needed.

Sandbar realized that this was not him, that he was being far too aggressive, and slowly he backed off, his grip relaxing on their suit as he stumbled back to the kitchen table.

This was not him, this was not who he was and that whole situation had been massively out of character for the normally collected stallion. He slumped down in his chair as a dark frown spread across his face. What was he even doing thinking about this? Of course if there was a chance to save his friends, he was going to take it.

Maybe he could finally put the mistakes of the past right. He slowly climbed to his hooves after a few seconds of trying to steady his thoughts, looking towards Pipsqueak with a soft sigh. “I’m… Sorry, I have no idea what just came over me. I was so angry… I just… Sorry. Where is this black market, and how do we get to it.”

Pipsqueak was staring down at the floor like he expected it to jump up and swallow him whole at any moment, but he steeled himself as he stared at the stallion that had just slammed him into a wall.

“Ish Alrught,” His words were slurred, his thick Trottingham accent making them even harder to understand, but Sandbar could do little more then give a polite nod. Already his heart was racing and his hooves were starting to shake with excitement and fear.

He was going to do this.

Chapter 2

Now, the difference between a pirate and a privateer is little more then a scrap of paper that declared the crimes they were carrying out were in fact legal, and then provided they did not carry out attacks on any ships that belonged to the kingdom that had given them the scrap of paper, they could do whatever the hell it was that they wanted.

The ship that Pipsqueak was second mate on was called the Deicide, a blasphemous name considering the fact that Equestria was ruled by two Goddesses, one who controlled the sun and another who controlled the moon. Somehow, it had still managed to get its licence despite this, and now mostly prayed on the griffon and hypogriff ships.

It was a grand sight, one that still blew “Sea Breeze’s mind to this day. He had to remember that he was Sea Breeze, not Sandbar. If anyone knew who he was, they would almost certainly kill him. His disguise talisman did not provide very much in the way of comfort, he was still sure that at any moment they were going to see through it and end him.

The ship was a massive thing however, and getting lost on it would be easy. The “dock” was not in fact the dock, there were now two different docks, one that was on the water, and the one that was for flying ships. This one was the later, and the deicide sure could fly.

It started off looking like a normal boat, only bigger and with less cannons on it. The only obvious difference was the massive balloon that rose in the middle of the ship, inflated by a massive tower that constantly billowed out a flame. Behind it, two propellers hung, preparing to push the ship forward once it got into the air.

It was a very old design without the aid of many of the new modern features, but that also gave it a distinct advantage in the fact that it was basically silent. It could drop out of the clouds at a moments notice, and then be gone again a moment later.

He climbed up onto the ship and tried to ignore all the ponies frantically tending to the different tasks required to keep the ship airborne. He was just another crew member, no need to pay him any mind.

Pipsqueak was going to call in a favour with the Captain, Buckbeard to hopefully get them taken to the black market. Right now the ship was stopping to refuel before it went out on any more raids, so he just hoped the Captain would be kind enough to take them to the black market when he clearly had other important matters to tend to.

A massive bull-chested mare almost ran Sea Breeze over and he had to dive to the side in order to avoid being crushed by her. Everyone was rushing around and doing things, dozens of ponies all wearing different uniforms, battle scared and even now looking worn from the rigours the war had placed upon them.

Ponies were not designed to fight griffons. Griffons had razor sharp talons, wings that allowed them to fly much faster and more agile then most pegasi could, along with generally being tougher.

And yet these ponies fought griffons. They had fought griffons and won. Of course they did not take on war ships, but Sea Breeze still found it amazing. Thinking of griffons naturally made him think back to his friend, Gallus.

Gallus had been a griffon, and because of him, Gallus might be dead.

“Out the fuckin’ way you muppet,” A stallion muttered, currently using a brush to try and clean the deck of the ship. He tried his best to get out of the way and keep out of the way, and thankfully it seemed that he did not have to wait long as soon the chimney in the middle of the ship was roaring loudly, filling up the balloon and attempting to lift the ancient oaken ship into the air.

Pipsqueak moved over and pat softly at his shoulder, “I gtosh. We’re going soon.”

Sandbar still did not know what was happening, this whole thing still felt like some kind of disconnected nightmare. He really did not still fully understand how it was that he had gotten from his bed onto one of the most infamous ships in the whole sky with his extremely drunk best friend.

Ah, in the least his life was exciting. His legs were shaking, fear was starting to tingle through his hooves, race through his heart, and now there was a pony strolling towards him, a pony that he knew all too well.

The Dread Pirate Buckbeard was as terrifying in pony as the stories had made him seem. Clad all in black with simple golden finishing that made the clothing look more defined and threatening. Upon getting closer the sheer size of the stallion became even more apparent. He towered over everything around him, including Sandbar who suddenly felt terribly small and as if he had committed a terrible sin by daring to stand on their ship.

His fur was black, his eyes were a deep gold, the same as his clothing, but somehow, staring into those eyes, he felt like he was able to see into the very pits of hell themselves.

Buckbeard did not say anything, he just marched over to the two of them, stood there for the briefest of moments, then swung one of his massive tree-trunk like hooves straight into Pipsqueak’s face with enough force to send the sound echoing around the ship and send the wall of a pony stumbling back a single step, this from a blow that would have definitely knocked Sandbar out cold.

“No turning up drunk again, you know the rules,” He turned his massive frame slightly to face Sandbar, “And you, our ship isn’t a taxi. Don’t fucking waste my time like this again or I’ll cleave you in two.” The stallion barked sharply before turning and walking away like nothing had even happened.

Pipsqueak wobbled slightly on his hooves, then wiped a drizzle of blood from his nose with a hoof, taking out a hip flask from within his jacket and downing more then a fair mouthful in one smooth movement. “My face hurts. Lets get below deck and find a place to have a seat an’ fuckin’ deal with it.”

Once the ship took off, everything changed. It had seemed on first inspection that all these vagabonds and ponies in tattered clothing would be the sort of ponies to make all kinds of trouble and never be able to effectively run a ship, but the moment the ship got up into the air, there was a complete change in character for almost all the crew. They worked away like the cogs in some great machine, doing their best to keep the ship running perfectly.

And by the Goddess did the ship run. The tech it used might have been a little outdated, but it ran as silent as the wind, and almost as swift, cleaving through the clouds like they were nothing.

It was almost enough to take him off the fact his whole world seemed to be collapsing around him. Fear was firing off through every single one of his nerve endings, making his legs shake with excitement and fear. What was going to come next? What was going to happen, what things awaited him?

He did not know, for the first time he had woke up and not know exactly how his day was going to go. As much as he hoped that his friends were safe he could not deny the fact that this whole situation was so… Exciting.

Sandbar could almost feel that old fire from his youth starting to flare within him.

As the black market came into view, it was everything that “Sea Breeze” Had been expecting and more. You might be wondering how it was that they managed to hide a whole market from view and not get caught in an age of war, spies and espionage.

And the response to that question was because the black market was not a single location. It was a fortress. A flying fortress. As their tiny ship closed in on it, the air became thin and harder to breathe because the market was set way up in the sky, out the reach of all those that did not know its location.

Four massive balloons rose on even side of the great big square, surrounded by wooden walls and towering defense pillars with all kinds of weapons strapped to them, prepared to fire on anything that even thought of coming to attack. It was truly terrifying, a floating city with massive rudders easily the size of the entire ship that Sandbar was currently on, these ones driven by coal, magic and anything else the market could get.

It was basically a giant city. In the middle there was an even larger balloon that looked like it would be able to bloat out the very sun itself. Nobody knew for sure who exactly it was that had built the black market, the legend itself was also shrouded in legend, more myth then fact at this point. The one thing that was known was the fact that the black market had only been attacked by Celestia once, and that she had been forced to call off her forces in the face of the massive flying city.

And that was why the princesses seemed to have a tense understanding that there was no way to get rid of this bloat on their perfect image, and it was best left alone.

Their ship pulled up next to the market, docking on the much larger(And more square) ship like ticks climbing onto a dogs back. The captain had given everyone two hours to enjoy the wares and services of the people on the market, then they had to get back to the ship.

Hopefully that would be enough time to rescue his friends and get out of here.

Surprisingly, the ground beneath his feet was level, the balloons so perfectly engineered that the whole thing did not seven seem to sway as he begin to trot his way across it. There was no other way to describe it, it was a city. A city of corruption and scandal kept in the sky by massive roaring flames that filled balloons with hot air.

The only difference from a real town was the fact that everything was made out of wood or other light material, which of course had been fireproofed by the use of some chemical or magical spell.

Terrifying figures trotted about from place to place, but scattered among them were normal ponies. He even saw some fillies and foals!

“Why the hell are their children in this Celestia forsaken place?” He muttered to Pipsqueak. For some reason he was managing to keep himself calm, not the slightest hint of panic begin to set in even as his hooves clattered across the deck of the most infamous ghost ship in Equestrian history.

Pipsqueak seemed to have sobered up quite a bit, “It’s the war, innit. Nowhere else to go so they hav’ to set up here. The pony who runs this place is actually quite a nice bird, lovely assets if you know what I’m saying.” He chuckled and Sandbar simply tried to process the situation he was currently in.

The area he was currently passing through seemed to be a market of some kind, all kinds of ponies milling around, exchanging wears and other items out in the open rather then in shady back alley deals like he had expected.

All around him wooden houses rose, wooden house that were clearly lived in. People actually lived in the giant flying city, and the thought was still alien to him.

He was soon snapped out of this by the sight of something horrid, something that made his stomach leap up to his throat and almost made him eject bile all over the ground. There was someone who had set up a whole stall, dedicated to the sale of meat. On one of the massive hooks, he was sure he recognised what had once been a pony.
Try not to throw up. Try not to notice. He had heard talk of them selling meat to griffons, and in these trying time they had begun using ponies to meet the demand… But…

No. It didn’t change anything. This place was evil and he had been foolish to forget that. Pipsqueak led him around the market like he knew the place well, and soon, they arrived at what must have been the slave pens.

The horrors of the meat market had been bad enough, that image was going to be burned into his brain until his dying breath, but he was quite sure that this was even worse. Row after row of metal cages spanned for at least two hundred metres, each one containing one or two creatures. There was even a wood gated pen that contained several ponies who seemed too broken to even attempt an escape.

Their glassy eyes all seemed to peer at him, the intelligence that had once burned within them long since extinguished by some great evil. If he could, he would have stpped forward and started trying to free all the creatures he was able, but he did not have the key, and even if he did have the key trying to free all these slaves would only result in him being gunned down by the motley crew of guards armed with rifles stood around and between the row of boxes.

Pipsqueak led him around the twisting maze of boxes, despite his heavy consumption of alcohol, his memory was still astounding, and before long, they were both stood before a massive iron cage that contained his friends.

They looked exactly how he had pictured, only they were not his friends any more. All of them had the same broken look in their eyes that a lot of the slaves had, the look that told him they had been broken in and that any trace of the creature they had once been.

It was like some great big pit had just swallowed up his heart and removed it from existence. It was like the whole world was collapsing around him, threatening to crush the life from out of his delicate body and leave him as nothing more then an empty husk.

Two ponies near by were getting into a rather heated haggling match, and for a while he was not paying attention to their bickering or the conversation that they were having, that was until he realized they were arguing about the two ponies currently within the cage, and suddenly he got the urge to go and stab the pony that had done this to his friends in the eyes.

His whole body was numb and seemed to move on its own, carrying him towards his target with lethal efficiency. Pipsqueak put a hoof on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks before he had chance to stab anyone in the eye.

“Don’t do it, Sea Breeze. I’ve got more then enough bits to buy them, if we get into a fight we’ll get thrown off this ship and then we won’t be able to do anythin’ to help your friends.”

Rage bubbled within him, turning his stomach into a tornado of feelings and emotions that he was not able to make sense of. He still wanted to step over and stab the stallion in the eye, but he contained his rage.

Yona hit home the hardest. Out of all his friends, she had always been the one that he had managed to get closest to. She had a hard outer shell that suggested she was just another dumb yak, but then…

It did not matter what was beneath that anymore. His friends were gone, and he was going to need to fix them up and return them to normal, if he managed that, then returned them, maybe they would be able to turn this whole situation around.

And then his whole life flashed before his eyes. In an instant, everything seemed to go wrong.

The whole city was suddenly ripped into by a massive explosion that seemed to fill everywhere at once, almost loud enough to pop his ear drums without anything else needing to happen.

And then the pony that had been haggling with the bedraggled looking slaver suddenly turned into an insect in a burst of green flame, driving a dagger straight into his throat before making a wild dive for Sandbar with a second dagger ready to end him.

He was sure that in that moment he was dead, his whole brain seemed to stop and trip over itself in a final attempt to make sense of a series of events that had taken place in the span of just a few moments.

Thankfully, Pipsqueak seemed to have been on the ball, all those years of canon fire and battle meant that even the giant explosion did not bother him. He was too slow to draw his sword, and also too slow to try and pull anything fancy to stop the dagger from finding its mark.

Instead he use his hoof to block it, the sharp blade sinking into the tree-trunk like limb and embedding itself there. A moment later, the black bug like creature that there had been no way for Sandbar to make out clearly realised there was no way it was getting its weapon back, and therefore it tried to use the second dagger to finish the job that the first had started.

The poor creature at this point seemed to have accepted that it was hopeless, but Pipsqueak drove the point home when he removed his sabre from its sheath using his free hoof, and with all the effort of an artist making a brush stroke, drove the curved blade cleanly through its neck.

Getting through the hard chitin that covered the bug was hard, but with all the strength driving his hoof forward, Pipsqueak made it about three quarters of the way through the creature, before brutally tearing the weapon free.

Sandbar had once seen a candy dispenser modelled after a pony, with a “head” that flipped up to dispense candies. As the changeling stepped back, he was reminded of that dispenser, and he was sure that if it had been flesh and blood, its head would have almost flopped cleanly off its shoulders.

The hard chitin held its head in place however, and green gunk spurted from out of its neck several times, splattering onto the deck before the poor creature went down in a heap.

Everything was still out of focus for him, it was like some kind of nightmare that had detached him from reality. He was not sure what the hell was going on, the only thing he knew for sure was the fact that the rear engine was gone, it had been taken out by a massive explosion somehow, he could see the massive amounts of smoke rising from off it, but the ship only needed one of the engines to stay mobile, and that propeller was trying its best to try and keep pushing the ship forward.

He did not know what was happening, but the bedraggled corpse of the salespony was still slumped down on the ground, and Pipsqueak wasted no time in doing exactly what it was that pirates do best, taking the key from his corpse and moving to unlock the cage. “Come on Sea’, Guards are all shitiin’ it so now’s our chance to get out of here!”

The key slid into the lock with ease, the pirate ripping open the cage and escorting all the slaves out of it. They all looked broken, and somehow the promise of freedom did not seem to have perked their hopes up in the slightest, even witnessing the death of a changeling right in front of them did not seem to have effected them in the slightest.

Yona was the first one to step out of the cage, followed by Smoulder, Gallus, Silverstream, and finally Ocellus.

The market was going down, one of the engines had been taken out and from above there was a terrible roar as a gigantic ship slipped from out of the clouds and begin to slowly drop towards the market.

The moment he recognised the design of the ship, he knew that they had to run. It was a grand, golden ship that looked more like a palace then an actual ship. Still, it was nothing compared to the size of the black market, but with the panic that was currently happening, the weapons of the market had not yet had chance to unload on it.

He did not have chance to take notice of the other ships coming out of the clouds, of the fact that guards in golden plate-mail using flamethrowers were currently dropping out of the sky and beginning to set fire to everything they were able.

Pipsqueak was running behind him, his leg was bleeding all down the inside of his suit but it did not seem to slow or dissuade him in the slightest, even if it should have at least slowed him down.

The slaves… No, his friends, running between them did not seem to be bothered by any of the things that were happening to them, they seemed… Detached from reality, like this was all some mad fever dream brought on by a drug of some kind.

He really did not want to think about what horrors they had endured to make them like this.

Chapter 3(Sex, torture)

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.

Chapter 4(Sex, torture)

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.