The Corps of Fillies

Within the ranks of the Corps, there lay a certain insignia. This symbol was of a bright white Alicorn, with lightning firing from its wings and a tail and mane made of pure fire. The eyes were glassy, much like the bountiful reflection of the sea, and its look was fierce and proud. Its hooves looked extra sharp, in dutiful recognition of its ability to destroy any enemy of the Corps. It also had a decidedly sexual flair, with its tail moved aside to reveal a bright red ruby where the private area would have been. This depiction was only sewn onto one uniform, and only worn by one filly: The Corps Captain.

This position was highly pursued by everyone in the Corps, and they all knew the requirements for obtaining it. The filly who was Captain was also known as Celestia’s Favorite Filly. It was generally somepony that had been inducted a few years before, and knew Celestia well. Their sexual sessions were said to be completely harmonious and synchronized, and even their hearts were said to beat on the same level. In other words, this was as close to being Celestia’s actual mate as any of the fillies ever got. So, it was understandable that many of them craved the position, but only Celestia decided who would end up wearing that symbol.

At the moment, the high honor had been bestowed upon a young and ambitious Unicorn named Star Blaze. Her namesake was rather well descriptive of her physical attributes, as it looked as if she were burning some times. Her mane was a beautiful shade of silver, and almost crystalline in appearance. Her body was sleek, and her cutie mark was of a falling star scorching the atmosphere. Her personality was just as fiery and outspoken, although she tempered this with a marked focus on friendship and attempting to know all the fillies under her leadership.

She had also established many sexual relationships with some of the Corps members. She would alternate between sleeping with them, and sleeping with Celestia. She considered herself something of a bridge between the beauteous experience of the Princess, and the sweet and innocent naiveté of her charges. She was very well versed in her sexual art of domination, and she was more than willing to introduce some younger filly to it. They would always grow wide-eyed and a little nervous at the sight of some of the contraptions in her room (which she lived in alone), but she would sweetly coax them into one and then allow things to flow naturally.

One night, she decided to allow three of the smaller fillies into her self-contained dungeon of debauchery. She wore one of her best leather outfits, complete with a very dark pair of satin panties. Hooks ran from the drawstrings up her stomach until they connected to the top part of the outfit. It embellished every single wondrous curve and beautiful aspect of her orange coat. Her blue eyes spat out burning desire with every single pulse of her lustrous heart, and at the sound of urgent knocking, turned into small flamethrowers. She sneered sexily, and trotted over to the door, opening it and allowing her victims entrance.

“Welcome, my little fillies,” she said in a sleazy, yet very alluring voice, “I trust you’ve had a pleasant evening so far?”

She was making reference to the fact that all three had been treated to dinner by a “mysterious benefactor.” They all figured it was her, but they went along with the idea. They loved the idea that she was toying with them, and they drooled when they saw her in this outfit. Their hearts began beating quickly, and their panties became wet as their excitement mounted. One of them, River Stream, began using a small hoof to masturbate. But this was quickly struck down as Star smacked the small pony.

“You’re a naughty filly, River,” she cooed as she slunk around behind the light blue filly, “mm…and you have such beautiful green eyes. It’s a pity I had to hit you, but you broke one of the rules of my dungeon.”

“Please, Star,” River said, “I didn’t even know there were rules!”

“Oh, there are always rules when you play a game,” Star sneered, “and it just so happens that I am the inventor, commissioner, and referee of this particular contest.”

“What kind of contest?” The second filly, Apple Tart, asked.

Star smiled in a creepy, yet appealing fashion. “The kind where everypony wins. But you get to win only when I SAY you can.”

Now things were getting interesting, and all three fillies crammed together, each vying for a spot close to their Captain. Their tails all twitched in anticipation, leaving small fibers strewn across the floor. Their smiles betrayed nerves of steel, for normally, ponies would not be so keen to play this certain game of pain, pleasure, and humiliation. Then again, not every filly was like these three. They had been hoof chosen by Star in order to test out one of her new inventions.

“Let’s see…River Flow, how about we start with you?”

“Okay!” The small blue filly squeaked cutely.

“I’m gonna need you to strip, and then straddle on this machine for me.”

River was a bit shocked at the bluntness with which the request was made, but she took her small outfit off and then threw herself over a rather large plastic pole that was laying on its side. It was jutting out from the wall, and seemed to have all kinds of toys plastered on top of it. There were dildos of all sizes, and a strange, black object that none of the three had ever seen before. It was much larger than any of the other toys, and its surface was dominated by an odd pink implement resembling their very own snatches.

“You can take this penis,” Star instructed, pointing at a rather large specimen.

River gulped, but did as she was told. She had heard stories that, when a filly disobeyed while in the dungeon’s claws, Star would unleash absolute hell upon them. She would force them into another machine that sucked the milk out of their nipples, while simultaneously pleasuring them. River had wondered just how bad that could be, so she asked one of the alleged victims. The horror that swept over the filly’s face had been enough of an answer. It was apparently all a matter of complete orgasm denial, and the forcing of sexual fetishes that might not have been all that appealing.

So the blue filly obeyed and slowly pressed herself down, feeling the tip and shaft slowly enter her. Star strictly warned her not to start riding until she told her to, so River just sat there. Pleasure shot through every bit of her being, and it reminded her of when her daddy had fucked her. She had to force herself not to begin bouncing up and down. Oh, but I want to! She shrieked internally, it feels so good inside me! It’s tearing me in half, and I want it to! I need it to! OH! FOR THE LOVE OF CELESTIA, I NEED THIS!

She looked and noticed that her three friends, Apple Tart and Orange Blossom, had been straddled on dicks of their own. Then, Star stepped back and seemed to admire her handiwork. River realized that each of the fillies had been placed in a strategic location, so that they might ride their penises while giving each other’s anuses a good licking. Before she knew it, Star screamed at them to begin, and they slowly started to move. In just a few moments, the room was filled with their howls and squeals of ecstasy…