Author's Note

Hey, everyone! Sorry for the lack of a chapter yesterday, but my work schedule's kinda gone crazy this week. That, and I've been sick for a few days. But now I'm back, and I hope y'all enjoy this installment!

The Sins of The Guard

The Corps of Fillies were comprised of the most sexually, physically, and mentally talented young ponies in the land, hoof chosen by Celestia herself. They were special to her, and as such, had to be protected by some of the most trusted soldiers in the Castle Garrison. These elite operatives made up The Corps Guard, led by Captain Bayonet Charge. Their task was to ensure the safety and happiness of every single member of the Corps. In return for their service, their pay was raised and the single stallions were each allowed one night per month to try and convince a filly to mate with them. Other than that, the Corps members were strictly off limits.

But some ponies just couldn’t help themselves. They would keep secret pictures of the fillies in order to relieve some of their sexual tension. Sometimes, their one night would be a complete failure, and they would return to their private rooms in shame and exhaustion. The fillies just wouldn’t respond, not when they had Princess Celestia as a mate. A few guards found this to be an unfair proposition, but kept their mouths shut, as they knew exactly what fate awaited those who revolted against the Corps.

One guard had a different mindset. He, too, found these rules imposed against them to be very much restrictive. He masturbated day in and day out to one picture, and imagined what it would be like to make love to this filly. He truly cared for her, and he would follow her around in secrecy, trying desperately to ensure her protection. Their creed stated that they would treat all the fillies equally, but he had taken out a completely different thought process regarding this particular pony: Berry Juice.

She was one of the youngest fillies in the Corps that year, but she was beautiful nonetheless. She was a deep shade of blue, with bright aqua eyes and an amazing purple mane. Her body was sleek, and her small Pegasi wings were the perfect size. They would flutter about whenever she was happy about something, and her as of yet unknown stalker would get very excited about this. He would involuntarily let trails of saliva fall from his mouth as he watched her.

As the fillies got settled in and spent their first few weeks in an almost constant state of mating, he got to watch her perform on multiple occasions. Once, he had been put on duty in the cafeteria area, and she and two other fillies had given each other cunnilingus. The rest of the Corps looked on and hollered and cheered as they licked at each other, and he had to stop himself from publically divulging his love for this small filly. She was truly amazing to watch, and getting to see her explore her own sexuality more and more was a true privilege.

He gradually became obsessed with her, and one day, he decided to make a move on her. Somehow, he would corner her and force her back to his room where he would sleep with her. He knew it was risky. Being found out would cost him his job, his status, and more importantly, his life. Execution was the only sentence that Celestia would afford him for violating the rules so egregiously. Yes, it was a humongous chance, but he was a gambler in his spare time, and he hardly ever lost. Betting his life on one magical night with the filly he loved seemed to be worth it.

So, that evening, he ensured that he was on guard in the hallway where her room was. As the scantily clad fillies came down the carpeted floor after finishing a rather scrumptious dinner, he spotted her. To his delight, she was all alone. Even better, she looked terribly depressed. The moment was perfect, and the sleazy pony slunk over to her. His eyes scanned her body, mentally planning for just where he would touch her when the time was right. Patience, he told himself, it will happen when it happens.

“Why, Ms. Berry Juice, you’re all alone,” he said in a voice filled with fake concern, “whatever’s the matter?”

“Oh, Mr. Ghost Wind,” she said, recognizing the guard, “nothing. I just…might have lost one of my friends.”

“Oh, that’s so sad!” Ghost responded, “I just can’t believe that somepony wouldn’t want to be friends with you.”

“I know!” Berry said hotly, “I mean, I think I’m a friendly filly…at least, I try to be.”

Ghost smirked. He knew that he had this small filly directly in his grasp. He felt like one of the ponies at the many “bob for apples” events that took place in the town. He had his sights set on this beautifully shiny specimen, and now he just had to chomp down, no matter how badly it might hurt. He snickered to himself, before bending his head down and whispering…

“Why don’t we go back to my place and talk about it?”

Berry gave him an odd look. She knew that the rules forbade fillies from going to a guard’s room unless it was their monthly time. But something about this guard struck a chord with her. Perhaps it was the way his green eyes bounced against the moonlight, or perhaps it was his apparent sincerity. Maybe he did wish to help her. She weighed the pros and cons of her choice mentally before finally nodding.

“Okay,” she said, “but if you try anything funny-“

“Don’t worry, little one,” he said, “I wouldn’t dream of doing anything but making you happy…”

When they returned to Ghost’s room, Berry found it unpleasantly dark. Not a whimper of light invaded the place, and she saw it as a creepy sign of a doomful future. Ominous was an understatement, and she truly felt suffocated by the encroaching blackness. She shivered a bit, until she felt a friendly hoof on her shoulder. Ghost was right behind her, and that made her both nervous and comfortable. On the one hoof, he was just like his namesake, swooping around like wisps of wind in the night. But on the other, he seemed to care for her completely.

“Allow me to shed some light…” He said before lighting a few candles in the room. Their sweet fragrance played with Berry’s nostrils, and soon enough, she was completely enveloped in the scent. She loved it, and wished that she might just stay there sniffing the air forever. It’s heavenly, she thought, certainly better than those disgusting incense burners my roommate has!

The light was dim, but enough to where she could make out the small room. There was a bed in one corner, and some frightening art covered the walls. She couldn’t quite make out the monstrous creatures in each picture, but she knew that they were all forcing themselves upon a small filly like her. This ratcheted up her nerves until she was a quaking mess, and she turned and noticed Ghost just standing there watching.

“You like my gallery?” He asked.

She shook her head. “W…w…why are…those…m-m-m-m-m-monsters…raping…those…fillies?”

He trotted over to her, and began brushing his hoof through her mane gently. “Because they deserve it,” he told her, “each of these paintings represents the end of all things. Eventually, every single little filly must be raped.”

Now she was really frightened, and knew exactly where this was going. All thoughts of him genuinely caring for her had been obliterated. She tried her hardest to get away, but he grabbed her and tossed her on the bed. He even dared to use his magic to draw his sword on her, pointing it at her neck and silently warning her that she would be killed if she attempted to escape again. Her teeth chattered and her eyes went wide and bloodshot.

“Please!” She cried, “please, no! It’s not right! This isn’t right! I’m a servant of Her Majesty, Princess Celestia, and you shall not do this to me!”

“Yes,” he said, “I know you’re a servant of that bitch. That’s the problem. You should be serving ME!”

With those cruel words, he magically brought a strong rope over to the bed and tied her to the post with her back legs spread. She began to weep, but a strong hoof to the cheek silenced her. She shook as he did his evil work, mentally begging for Celestia or Captain Bayonet or somepony to come and save her. But nopony ever showed up, and thus she was fed to his ravenous hunger. His satisfaction was all that mattered to himself, and he was willing to go to any disgusting lengths to get it.

He ripped off her top and panties, revealing her bright pink flower in all its glory. He had seen it before, sure, but this time, it was all his. He dove in and began violently licking and suckling at it, reveling in every single scream that came from her small throat. She managed to rebelliously spit on him a bit, but that just caused her more trouble as his heavy hoof came crashing down on her head once again. She cried out in pain, causing Ghost to become even more stimulated.

He got up from his spot and crawled over her, purposefully dragging his penis along her entire body. When he arrived at her head, he took his sword and dug out two small chunks of fur, leaving tiny creeks of blood dripping down her cheeks. He followed that up by shoving his member deep down her throat, causing her to choke. He loved every single muffled squeal and labored breath that she took. He was in complete control of her, which is exactly how this evil pony wanted it.

“Mm…yes,” he said, “…every one of you must be raped. Every single one of you who’ve given your pathetic little lives over to serve our worthless Princess, instead of the guards who protect you. We are the ones you owe your very lives to, and yet we’re more restricted than you are! It’s bullshit! That leader of ours is the reason that this Corps is going down the fucking toilet every single day! You fillies are given an education and love and all the food you can eat, along with all the sex you can handle. But, us? We’re given a lump of the driest fucking bread and a glass of fucking water for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, not to mention only one night a month to mate with you fillies, and even then we’re mostly ignored!

This is just the first step in changing things around here. Soon, you’ll all bow to us! Every single one of you will be made to know our names, and the Corps of Fillies will turn into an organization that actually lives up to its creed. We will sexualize every single worthless filly and then toss you out on the street to fend for yourselves. You’ll be sucking more dicks and licking more pussies than you know, and none of it will be…” here, he retched in a dramatic fashion, “…loving and caring. Now, be a good girl, and choke on my penis!”

He slammed himself so far down her throat that she nearly fell unconscious. But she fought to stay awake, and she memorized every last detail of her captor. She would be reporting him the very next day. She didn’t know to just whom she would do so, but she would. This kind of reprehensible behavior should never go unpunished. She would allow him to do as he pleased and get himself into deeper trouble, and then recount everything to her superiors.

He pulled his dick out of her throat, leaving her gasping for air. He gently stabbed her shoulder with his sword, leaving another flesh wound and another tiny trickle of blood. He then drew his dick back down her chest and stomach, making a stop at her small breasts, before absolutely slamming into her vagina. She screamed in pain as she felt him go all the way in and begin battering her very cervix. His movements were ruthless and he showed her absolutely no mercy. She squealed and cried and begged and pled for him to stop, but he didn’t. He kept delivering his manifesto as he raped her, searching more and more for her pleasurable spots.

“I’m sorry you had to be the first of my victims, my love,” he told her, “for I truly do care for you. I have for a long time, now.”

“No, you don’t, you bastard!” She growled angrily, “you care about one thing, and that’s your own dick!”

He silently bent over and began slamming into her with the force of a hurricane. Her screams would shatter glass, but the soundproof room shed absolutely no light to the outside world on what was happening in that bed. He went so hard that the wooden slats under the mattress were on the verge of snapping. For four hours, this cycle continued, until Berry had been, quite literally, fucked into a deep sleep. Her small body had released twenty-three orgasms, and the entirety of the experience had exhausted her. A revolting mixture of blood, her liquid, and his semen pooled around her nether regions.

Ghost stepped back and admired his handiwork. He knew that this was only the beginning of the revolution that he wanted to spearhead. True, a lot of this was a result of his obsession and love for this particular filly, but he wanted it to be an example. He wanted to be reported on, and if he were to be sent to his doom, he would be considered a martyr for all the sexually frustrated guards.

“Tonight, my beloved Berry, you’ve helped launch the movement,” he said, “now it’s up to me to find ponies who are willing to embrace it.”