The Filly Catalogue

Chapters

Welcome Patron
002 - Sweetie Belle
003 - Applebloom
004 - Scootaloo
A Changeling Of The Guard
XXX - This Was A Mistake
When Diamonds Turn To Coal
006 - Diamond Tiara
Getting A Little Cozy In Here
007 - Cozy Glow
008 - Pipsqueak
The Filly Scouts
009 - Acorn Cap
010 - Ginger Snap
Loose Lips...
Sink Ships!
XXY - Princess Luna, No More
XXY.2 - Princess Luna, No More (cont.)
The Confession
005 - Strawberries and Cream
Rumble In The Night
011 - Rumble
Smile For The Camera
XXZ - Picture Perfect Trophy
012 - Wind Sprint
001 - Babs Seed
The Final Crusade
The First Colt

Welcome Patron

Greetings and thank you for checking out 'The Filly Catalogue'. We here take great pride in our stock of wonderful fillies, colts and other desirable little ones that you can't find anywhere else without risk to your person or reputation. With us, you can rest assured that we work strictly on a no name basis. We don't need to know your name and you don't need to know ours. We are "The Filly Catalogue" and you are the Patron. When you pay for our services, remember this. You're paying for time with the individuals. Once that time is up, the rate doubles. Our foals need their rest between clients after all.

Perhaps you're still unsure about what we offer and are unsure if we can be trusted. Allow us to confirm our legitimacy and our secrecy by telling you that our friend who gave you this catalogue is a highly paid and trusted member of our business. He's taken more foals from their beds than you've been in with your lovers. We can say this here and without fear because you've been handed this pamphlet and he himself trusts that this information will be kept to yourself, he trusts that you'd like to become a valued patron of our establishment once you have had a sample of what we have to offer. We have been watching you after all and know that this is the kind of service you desire.

Should you turn us down, do know your secrecy will be secured as long as ours is. You are to tell no one of our establishment outside its walls, though should you desire to meet with others, we are sure you'll find them in our Elite Club. If there would be others whom you believe would be interested in joining us and seeking our services, then you only need talk to our bartender. But no one else! Not even those you trust.

Still not convinced? Perhaps a little history would put you at ease.

Our organisation started just two years ago with our founder looking for new business horizons. One day he'd heard of a mother who was struggling to keep her home in the big city. She had originally lived with her husband and their two daughters, but due to unfortunate circumstances, she found herself alone with their youngest child. The husband leaving and taking the eldest daughter with him. The mare was used to living in wealth, but when he left, he took all that with him, leaving her in an expensive home and no business sense. She'd sold that home for a fraction of what it was worth and had to rent a small grubby apartment. She grew cold after that. She'd lost everyone and been left with a daughter that only brought in apprentice hairdresser money, which the mare took for herself, naturally. Meanwhile she herself couldn't hold down any jobs. She had turned to a life of prostitution after she lost her job as a waitress but not many customers wanted an older mare, only the truly sordid types went with her looking for a cheap and quick night of fun.

One night, while in her own home with a customer, her young daughter walked in on them, catching her mother in the act with a stranger. The client had asked the mother how much for a night with the filly, the mother named an extortionate price which, to her surprise, he agreed to. The orange filly was overpowered shortly after and even held down by her own mother as the stallion raped her, stealing her virginity. From then on, the mother was charging customers large amounts of bits to fuck her underage daughter. The mother/daughter prostitution gig sounded like a fantastic idea for our founder who paid them a visit one night.

He had a proposal for the mare. If she was willing to sell her daughter to him, he'd make sure that she would live in luxury for the rest of her life. The young filly would be well taken care of in our establishment, cleaned, well fed, and the mother would be welcome to visit her foal at any time if she wished, even get a free use of the facilities if she cared to. The mother required little convincing, seeing as how her daughter's only use to her now was bringing in more money, but if she could get out of her squallered hole, then she was going to. Ms. Orange happily agreed.

Her daughter was dragged from the bedroom and then handed over to the stallion, kicking and screaming. She'd heard everything and didn't want to go, she felt betrayed by her mother and begged her not to do this, but she was quickly laid unconscious with a sleeping spell. The mare watched as her own daughter was being taken away and she made no attempt to stop him. She stood emotionless as she held tightly to her large bag of bits. She'd never seen so many in her life and knew more would keep coming. As they say, everypony has a price.

The filly was taken to our secret location to be trained by our experts in the ways of performing oral, vaginal and anal sex for a client. She'd learn to please the customers, to satisfy without complaint and follow any order given. She learned well and she became the first of many.

001 - Babs Seed.

Why did we allow you to know all this? Because we feel it's very important for our Patrons to trust us, and the best way to do that is to tell them that we've done the things that they have only dreamed of. Remember, we select our patrons carefully, and luckily for you, you've been chosen to join us. Please, feel free to have a look at what our catalogue has to offer, and once you've made your choice, please allow us to fulfil your fantasies.

All of them!

002 - Sweetie Belle

Author's Note

002 “Sweetie Belle” unicorn, Filly.

Bio: Found sleeping in a treehouse with friends and no one watching. She is incredibly cute and has a high tendency to squeak loudly and be very high pitched.

Has attempted escape a few times and thus is chained to her bed for her forehooves and has a magic blocking ring placed over her horn.

Despite being one of our most popular fillies, her genitals still remain tight.

-Low Pain threshold
-Cries
-Ticklish
-Sensitive
-Tight holes
-Cums quickly
-Warning: Vomits on deep throat (Recommended not to try)

002 - Sweetie Belle

Sweetie Belle cries loudly from underneath you as you continue to thrust your cock into her.

"PLEASE, STOP! I-I-IT HURTS!!"

You had forced her hind legs up and over her head while she lied on her back, front hooves chained to the bed posts with you on top of her, fucking her pussy and pounding into her threatening to break the bed with the little filly folded painfully in half. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she looked up at you, begging for mercy with her large tear stained green eyes. That look only made you want to fuck her harder but you already were at your max without breaking her. You'd already made the filly cum twice and were working on her third when you switched to this position. Her cries doubled from the pain as this position made her cunt even tighter and your thick member felt like it was being crushed, but you love it. She screams again, going high pitched as her walls squeeze impossibly tight and she cums a third time; and from this position, she squirts it out directly into her own face. Sweetie turns her head, squeaking out in surprise and then proceeds to break down into tears again.

"P-Pleeese! I want my sister! Let me go home!!"

Wailing in sobs again, you pull out of her soaked cunt and clog her crying mouth with your dick. The feeling of the filly crying with your dick just sat in her mouth as her body naturally shakes from her sobbing and the vibrations from her crying just feels unique. Yeah, you've been at this a while, no doubt you'll be getting kicked out soon, but you've yet to cum and this weeping filly has had three orgasms already. She's lying flat on her back and you decide there's one thing you haven't tried yet. You're proud of your restraint to not blow your load early, but it's getting late and it's about time you did. You pull your dick from her mouth and reposition yourself. You then lick a trail of her own sticky cum from her face as you align yourself to her cunt, once again. In one fluid motion, you just slide right inside her.

"Ahh!!" She yelps again from the pain. How she remains tight is beyond you.

Her formally pristine and white cunny, now red and swollen, engulfs the head of your penis and it feels like a dragons claw gripping and squeezing at you. You quickly slide all the way into her, with your medial ring striking her clit and making her squeak at a high pitch. You love that noise, and after hilting into her all the way to your base, you reach down and play with her clit. She squirms and struggles under you as each touch brings another squeak and an attempt to get away from your hoof. Her squirms feel great as she massages your cock with her wiggles and you want more.

Reaching up to her belly, you begin full on tickling the filly. Her laughter is instant as is her movement as she begins to squirm and kick, pulling on her restraints and trying to bring her back legs up to protect herself, but that's not enough. Your cock is so deep in this writhing filly that she can't get away from you with her vice like cunny grip and feels so great. You continue the assault while thrusting in and out of her, following her erratic motions, never leaving her cunt and the chains rattling as they pull tight repeatedly.

"AHHAHA! STOP! STOP! HAHA!" She screams between her giggles.

Yes, you can feel your balls start to tighten as your cock inside the filly gets a great workout. She continues to giggle and laugh and scream, begging for you to stop as the rape tickle becomes more vicious. Her soft belly, her teets, even gentle flicks of your hoof against her clit was driving her to trust about wildly like she was being electrocuted. A leg presents itself to you and you grasp it, tickling up and down that, even licking the frog of her hoof with your tongue. Sweetie twists as far as she can, flipping from side to side, rotating herself on your shaft while you keep thrusting. You're about to bust, it just feels so incredible that you cannot hold back anymore and you have to finish. Both hooves grab her by the thighs, legs up in the air as you finally thrust hard into her, balls slapping on her ponut and cum with thick white globs of your baby batter in her foal hole. Squirt after squirt has you both twitching and you curving your spine to be as deep inside her as possible.

You smile as the idea enters your mind that you've just knocked this filly up while she was forced to laugh hysterically with tears in her eyes. It was such a massive turn on, but you know that the ponies running this place probably take measures against that stuff. Still, it was a fun thought. She had now returned to crying as your hot cum had filled her up. She closed her eyes and quietly begged for you to be done, for no more. You only five minutes left anyway. The filly was exhausted, soaked in her own cum and her womb was bloated full of your jizz. You figured that maybe she should rest.

But you are still hard and in her cunny. 'Screw it!' You think. You'll pay the extra for a second hour with her perfectly tight cunt. After all, you're nowhere near finished with this delightful little cum toy.

003 - Applebloom

Author's Note

003 “Applebloom” Earth Pony, Filly.

Bio: Found sleeping in a treehouse with friends and no one watching. She's strong and can take a stallion deep inside her and has learned not to struggle.

Has a single hoof chained to the bed to keep her from attempting to flee, though she's never tried twice.

-Tough filly
-Good Pain threshold
-Doesn't struggle
-Hates Anal

003 - Applebloom

You open the door and you are immediately greeted to the sight of a little yellow filly with a single hoof chained to the bed post. She is sat on the edge of bed and doesn't look up at you as you enter; she seems to be muttering something under her breath as she stares at her hooves. The filly’s eyes are not even focused on the silver manacle that’s gleaming in the burning light of the candles hanging from the stone walls. You approach the little one and you can finally hear her whispers.

“My sister is coming, Applejack will save me. My sister will come, my sister will come.”

Her mumblings become louder and you can hear the addition of fresh tears being added to her desperate prayers as you slowly step closer, she’s afraid, knowing of what’s to come. As much as you enjoy the sounds of her prayers, this isn't what you came in here for. She can pray all she wants, but as long as she does it while you're railing her on your cock.

Reaching out, you grab her free hoof and she doesn’t fight you as you bend her over the bed, making the filly face the wall. Her tears and the pitch of her voice increases as you mount her. Your cock already rock hard and ready. Pre cum is leaking from the tip of your penis as you reach down and dab your moistening tip with a hoof and then rubbing it up and down your erection, getting yourself nice and lubed up. But while you're sure she’s had her kitty broken in by her captures many times, she’s still dry.

Aligning the tip of your cock with her slit and begin rubbing it up and down, you start pushing gently against it, sliding your rod along her vulvar and over her ponut, getting her slick all over. As you rub her asshole though, you notice her shiver from just touching her tight little pucker. With a grin you decide you've chosen your target. As you start to push at her tail hole, she starts to protest.

“No, no please not there! Please! Use the other- AHHHH!“

She screams as you push forcefully into her ass. The sound of her pain is just as heavenly as her tight asshole feels right now. You push in as deep as you can as she starts squirming beneath you, crying out and begging for help, bucking her hips trying to get away. You move your hooves down to her haunches and then hold her in place as you begin to start thrusting into her, she cries into the bed sheets, knowing that nothing is going to stop this now. The pounding you give her tight ass is wonderful. The incredible sensation of her asshole as she spasms beneath you is driving you wild as every inch of your rod spears into the poor filly. Your grunts and moans pick up in volume as Applebloom continues her muffled screams.

You're not going to last much longer. The sound of you pounding away at her like a wild animal echoes around the room. Gritting your teeth, you pull her hard into your pelvis and push back, hitting as deep as you can go as you finally blow your load into her sphincter. She twitches again and again as each spurt of your cum paints the inside of her colon. Since you’ve stopped pounding away at her, she's stopped screaming, left only with the sounds of her crying. You feel satisfied as you pull out of her ass with a pop and moan lustfully, watching as your cum begins to leak out to the floor and begin to pool between her legs. She was a great fuck and worth every bit. Checking your watch, you realise that while you had paid for an hour with this cute little slut, it’s only been about ten minutes, and you’re still hard.

This time you aim it at her cunt, but she doesn’t respond to it. A pity. You’ll just have to try harder!

004 - Scootaloo

Author's Note

004 “Scootaloo” Pegasus, Filly.

Bio: Found sleeping in a treehouse with friends and no one watching. She has a violent temper and to this day remains uncontrollable.

Currently on “Disciplinary rotation”. 50% off asking price.

You may be as rough with her as you wish, as long as you leave no permanent damage.

-Tough filly
-High Pain threshold
-Loud and noisy
-Resistant
-Bites (Free O ring will be given to all customers.)

004 - Scootaloo

The sounds of a filly screaming can be heard from down the hall. Not the screams of pain, or even of pleasure. No, these were screams for freedom. The filly is shouting out words like “Perverts” and “Sickos” all the while, while demanding to be set free. You guess that they never broke this one in properly, but decided to put her to work anyway. You reach room 004 and with a sigh you realise that this room is the source of the noise. When you read she was loud and noisy, you had assumed that was from getting fucked and her cumming.

Opening the door, you see a small orange pegasus sat on the floor, chains attached to the ceiling hooked into both her small wings while her front hooves are tied together, hooked into the floor along with her back legs with a chain each. The chains hanging from the ceiling are pulled tight too, preventing her from lying down, even just sitting looked painful, but how long must have she been standing to choose pain for a chance to rest? You don’t know, but she looks like she hasn’t slept properly in a while. So this was what it meant by ‘Disciplinary rotation’.

“Hey!” The filly shouts the moment she sees you. “You better untie me right now, or else you’re going to regret it! Rainbow Dash is looking for me and she's going to kick all your flanks to the moon.”

You walk into the room and close the door. It slams shut with a clang and then with a smile, you step closer to the loud mouthed filly as she tries to pull away.

“Hey! Stay away from me! You touch me and I swear you'll regret it! “

You’ve already had enough of this loud mouthed bitch. You slap her hard across the face and she yelps. Immediately she starts screaming obscenities at you, so you slap her again, harder. Getting a good look at her, you can see in the months that she's been here that she's been beaten a great number of times, and yet she fights. Again she opens her mouth, this time she spits at you followed by cursing. You can't stand her voice anymore. Some guys might get off on hearing this kinda stuff, but not you. Deciding that you will use the gift you were given, you reach behind you and pull out an O ring. Immediately the cocky Scootaloo stops talking and locks her jaw tightly. Seems she’s well aware of what that things for. Well, while you’re glad she finally shut up, it’s not right that she’s doing so through defiance, rather than discipline. This bitch is going to get this shoved in her mouth, one way or another.

You walk around to her flank and she tries to turn away from you, but her wings painfully pull from the hooked chains in the ceiling, prevent her from turning. You grab her tail and lift her rump from the ground. Oh yes, you'd claim these prizes for yourself soon, but right now, you want to punish the slut. Raising a hoof, you bring it down hard on her flanks. She yells but only slightly, she's trying to act tough. You'll see how tough she really is. You smack her ass again, harder and harder, the screams stopping short in her throat. You keep going, enjoying her orange ass became redder with each hit, but this is taking too long and you’re on the clock. You aim your hoof at its new target and as hard as absolutely possible, you smack her right across her cunt. She screams, throwing her head back in pain. With your opportunity presented, you hook the O ring over her head and though she fights and struggles, you succeed in hooking it into her mouth and tying it around the back of her head, some of her mane also pulling tight caught into the strap. She again has become noisy and is yelling at you, but her words are nothing but mumbles with her mouth held wide open. You don't care that she’s being noisy for the moment though. After spanking the filly, you'd gotten your cock nice and stiff, and since you're quite the well-endowed stallion, you know this will certainly shut her up.

Walking back around to her face, you waste no more time. She stares at your cock with fear realising what you plan to do with it as you align it with her open mouth. She turns her head but you grab her by the mane and hold her steady, and then push your hips forward. Her tongue feels nice and inviting as she wiggles it around trying to avoid your cock but really she’s just making the sensation more intense, however the goal wasn’t to stop here, though you could happily for a while if you wanted. You then continue to push deeper into her maw and then poke at the back of her throat. But you’re not even at your medial ring yet.

Without another thought, in one hard thrust, you plunge into and down her throat. Her reaction was instant. Scootaloo started the gag and choke on your huge cock and it felt divine. You’re so glad you're doing this, shutting the cocky kid's mouth with your own thick meat staff. You begin thrusting in and out of her throat, going so deep you can literally see her throat bulging as begins to start thrashing about as she can't breathe. Her pupils turn to pinprick as she looks up and you, begging you to stop. Maybe if she'd have just kept her mouth shut and behaved...

You show her no mercy as you keep throat fucking the slut and her spasms are driving you wild. Her back legs wriggle and twist as she tries to strike out at you, but they are also chained to the floor, making it impossible for her to move or fight.

You've been choking her for over a minute at this point and she's starting to turn blue. You need to either cum soon or just pull out, or this bitch is going to die on you, and you didn't think you'd like to know the consequences for that. Grabbing her by the throat you start rubbing up and down, strangling her as you push against her throat to jerk yourself off. She collapses and goes company limp, hanging only by her tiny wings and your grip on her throat. The sight of her eyes rolling back into her skull finally makes you cum and you squirt it all directly into her stomach. Rope after rope of the sticky seamen filling her belly as you grunt in satisfaction. Before you finish, you quickly pull out of the fillies throat, sliding against her raw throat and every muscle as you continue to squirt more cum out against her tonsils, tongue and then across her now closed eyes and into her mane.

She is hanging by her wings now, unmoving, just hanging like a ragdoll. You moan again as you catch your breath. You can’t remember the last time you came that hard. Finally, after hesitating for long enough, you decide you should check how screwed you are. You lift the pegasus back up by her purple mane as high as you can and remove the o ring. No response as her mouth continues to hang open. Did you actually go too far? You draw a hoof back and then punch her in the stomach. Immediately she pukes up your cum as it bursts up from her stomach and she wakes up, heaving the rest of it up, coughing and gasping with a fresh wave of tears coming to her eyes.

Thankfully she's still alive. Perhaps for more bits they actually let you properly snuff this filly. Besides, they should be thanking you for disciplining her properly.

Plus, you’ve brought a whole new meaning to the phrase, “Choking the Chicken”.

A Changeling Of The Guard

005 “Coconut Cream”

She was a special case when she was made an addition to the facility. Taken in pure daylight with witnesses all around and none of which noticing anything was a miss.

Her school was on a field trip to Canterlot when the poor filly was separated from her group. She'd had an argument with her best friend about the new Power Ponies toys and the filly had run into the bathroom just for some time to cooldown. Toola Roola, her friend (whom we’d love to reacquaint with 005 soon) ignored the teacher when the whole class was leaving and asking if every pony was with their buddy. The filly came out from the bathroom, still upset, but then worried when she found her whole class missing.

She had run outside to look for them but she couldn't find a trace of the class anywhere. She sat down and cried in the street with the Canterlot ponies ignoring the crying, scared little filly. "Such uncouth behavior." they all thought, thinking what terrible parents she must have to have such an ill mannered filly.

Snobs and idiots, the lot of them. Wouldn't go out of their way to help a single distressed filly. But that makes what we do so much easier.

She was then found by a Royal guard asking her what was wrong. Getting her story, and being kind to her, he promised to take her to the class, knowing where to find them. The filly, without hesitation, followed the guard as he took her, unknowingly, further away from her schoolmates who were just in the next building. Her friend was just a moment too late to come outside and look for where 005 had gone.

The “Guard” however, wasn’t who he claimed to be. The funny thing about Canterlot guard uniforms is the older armour models had an enchantment that made a stallion either pure white of coat or a shade of grey, dependant on their original coat colour; which is a terrible design flaw for a uniform, any pony can easily disguise themselves and stroll right into Canterlot castle, which was why the armour was discontinued. However thanks to our benefactor, we were able to procure a few of these armours which to this day we still use without suspicion.

After taking her inside a three hooves rated restaurant and leading the filly to the back, she started to get nervous. Of course she voiced her concerns when she realised it was strange that a Canterlot guard would take her there rather than a guard station, and she was sure that an entire school class wouldn’t come this far into a restaurant, certainly not into the kitchens and definitely not beyond and into the supplies room. By then though, it was already too late for her. With no one else around, he wrapped her in his magic and pinned the earth pony filly on top of an open crate of strawberries.

005 faught and struggled as the guard held her down and proceeded to rape her atop of the strawberries. Her small cunt, surprisingly, giving way easily to his girth. Her screams were muffled by the magic holding her muzzle closed as she cried and her screams traveled nowhere. He raped her repeatedly before the door to the kitchen opened up and a mare came into the room, stopping upon seeing the scene of the stallion balls deep in a small foal. The filly thought the mare would call for help, that she would save her. Adorably innocent, no?

The mare only did one thing upon trotting over to the pair. She took one of the strawberries from under 005's rump and rubbed it against the filly’s clit, causing her to moan and squeel until it was coated in her juices and then the mare bit into it, slowly chewing it up sensually, enjoying the taste of filly cum and strawberries. Then, leaning down, she kissed the filly, forcing the chewed strawberry into her mouth along with her own tongue, delighting in her struggles as the stallion, using his magic, opened her maw for the mare, preventing the filly from closing it. Watching this made the stallion cum hard inside 005's well used cunt, after he pulled out, the mix of their cum spilled out of her cunt and started dripping onto the strawberries below. The mare scooped them up and then returned to the kitchen to prepare them for a special customer.

Such strawberries could be aquired for yourself at our fine dining establishments, if you became a full time patreon, of course. (Ask in person for details.)

Afterwards, the stallion took the filly to the basement where she’d be prepared to spend the rest of her childhood as the newest acquisition. 005 cried as she struggled, screaming for help, saying her classmates would be looking for her, that her best friend would find her.

However, her friend would never even know that she was missing.

In our employ we collected ourselves the last group of rogue Changelings that still hold onto the old desires of feeding on love, rather than sharing it. Fillies and colts get so much unconditional love from parents that we’ve been using the changelings to replace the foals we take to make sure that there’s no search parties, no missing foal posters, no parental warnings, no caution, no fear. As 005 was taken away from the scene, our changeling had already rejoined the filly's classmates as if nothing had happened.

Our Changeling had assumed the form of Coconut Cream and joined up with the rest of the class. Changelings are excellent at reading emotions from ponies and immediately feeling the worry and relief then anger and hurt from another filly of the group, he straight away stood beside her and began to apologize, getting the other filly to lower her guard, never expecting that she wasn't talking to her best friend. It didn't take much effort though. It never does. Foals can so easily be won over. He'll eventually lure Toola Roola somewhere safe for our collectors to bring her to the establishment. We're sure of it.

XXX - This Was A Mistake

You cuddle yourself up into a ball, lying in your new warm and soft bed. The pink sheets and pillows were sickly cute but this was so much better than the hard rocks you had shared with the cramped buzzing hive in the past.

This is such a sweet gig, replacing missing foals. We should have been doing this years ago. You thought to yourself.

After you had taken the form of this filly named Coconut Creme, you took her place as the real her was led away by your employer. This was a standard practise for you and your siblings, who had replaced a number of foals in recent weeks. None of you knew who you would replace until the time came and there was so little prep time for most of them. Sometimes it was carefully planned, but sometimes, and especially in your case, it was a spur of the moment thing. In those situations, you never knew which of your brothers or sisters was replacing which pony. Sure, you could tell who was a changeling by emotion, since ponies have so much love inside them, but when you encounter another Changeling in disguise, you can tell they aren’t a pony because there was no love shared. Not unless they were one of those faux Changelings that share their love with each other.

You and the other dark Changelings had stood together without your queen, without a leader, looking for a way to survive. Then the white Unicorn came and he gave you life. Gave your kind purpose. He gave you a home, shelter, and a promise of more food. You didn’t have much choice but to trust him at the time, but now, you can see that he really was looking out for all of you. And the price? Simply to remain in that form until they came for you.

This seemed absolutely fine to you. If you had to pretend to be this filly, go to her school, do her homework, all while you feed on the love of her friends and family, why would you want to give it up? The mother’s love was particularly sweet! It left you feeling full to bursting, though stomaching actual pony food was a challenge. The father on the other hand? His love tasted a little sour, you weren’t too sure what it was but the mother was such a feast you had paid it no mind.

As you rested against the pillow, you were sure you would sleep very well that night. The soft yellow pajamas covering you from head to hoof and the feast of love you just had, left you feeling very tired and cozy. It took a while to get used to the softness, but soon enough you finally began to feel sleep taking over you.

Just then you heard the door open quietly. You were sure the filly’s parents had already gone to bed, what was going on? Feeling the pony’s emotions, you could tell it was the father; his sour taste still present in his love. You roll over to look at him.

“Daddy?” You whisper quietly, feigning that you were asleep.

“Shhh...” He says shutting the door quietly and then moving to the bed.

You can’t read him clearly. The orange stallion’s emotions seemed clouded, mixed. Like there’s a love there but it’s mixed with something else. Like a mix of desire and anger. Anger towards you? No, it was something else. Almost, predatory. He pulled away the duvet, and looked up and down over you. Definitely predatory!

“Pajamas again? Didn’t I tell you not to wear them anymore before I see you?” He said in a whisper. “Or do you just enjoy me undressing you that much?” Immediately, her father began to unzip the onesie all the way down to your belly.

What is going on? Why’s he undressing me? You’re not familiar with pony traditions like these but allow him to continue.

Soon he’s slipping your forelegs out of the onesie and then he lets it drop with only your lower half still in it.

“Come on. Don’t make me wait, sweetheart.”

After a second of you not moving, he grabs your hind legs and lifts them up till you're on your back, rump in the air, and he pulls the pajamas away completely, yet keeps your legs suspended in the air. He’s staring at your flanks, looking at them with that predatory emotion, not love, what was it? You then fell completely onto the bed, completely naked now as was common for most ponies. But being de-clothed like that, having him stare at you. It felt so... wrong.

“What’s the matter with you, huh?” He said, still keeping his voice down. “You shy tonight? Or... are you back to resisting again?” He said, sounding like his patience was running out. You start to get worried.

“Daddy, I’m-” You start to say, but he silences you, covering your mouth.

“Keep your mouth shut!” He says in a harsh whisper. “You keep quiet, got it? Now, spread your legs.”

The stallion then reaches a hoof between your hind legs, rubbing against your small filly cunt and immediately you start to struggle. You know this is wrong!

“Stop squirming! I thought you learned your lesson from your sixth birthday! You want me to get the belt again?!” He said with anger and cockyness, holding you down and keeping your mouth closed.

Why was he doing this? Did he always do these things with his daughter?! There was no way you were going to let him hurt you! You decide to transform, a bear should be more than enough for this brute! You didn’t care about the consequences of breaking the rules. You channel your magic to shapeshift, picturing the bear you’d been so many times before… but nothing happens. You try again! Nothing! Panic sets into your mind as the stallion pins you down hard, fondling your genitals with a hoof. He’s enjoying dominating you.

Why can’t I change!? There’s something blocking me! Is it this stallion? You then remember, the pony you work for had cast a spell over when you went and replaced this filly. He told you it was a tracker, to find you later on and bring you back. No! It was a magic blocker! Once you changed, that was it. You’d lost your shapeshifting abilities! You can taste emotions still, but that was it!

And just then it hit you. You remembered the emotion that you just couldn’t figure out. The sour tasting emotion emanating from him this whole time. Beyond the desire, the anger, the love. It was lust! A dirty rotten lust for a filly. A father’s warped love! That was what it was!

You keep struggling, but he’s just far too strong. He’s getting more angry and his hoof moves from your mouth to your throat, choking you.

“You listen to me, you little cunt. I don’t know where this fight is coming from, but I swear, if you don’t stop this right now, I’m going to keep squeezing until you pass out, understand!” He kept his voice low but the sincerity in it was terrifying.

You struggle but just manage to nod your head before he lets go. You cough and gasp for air but again he covers your mouth. He holds you until you’re still and quiet, then he pushes you over onto your belly and climbs up onto the bed. You’re terrified this stallion is going to hurt you, and judging from his words and actions, this isn’t the first time he’s ever raped his daughter. Whose life have you gotten yourself into?

Lifting your lower half off the bed, he positions you to have your rump pointing towards him, tail to the side, with your head in the pillows. How badly was this going to hurt? Why was he doing this? He put the head of his huge cock against your filly pussy and started to push against it. It didn’t go in though. All you could feel was the pressure of it pushing you against the bed. You heard the sound of him spitting, fearing that it was aimed at you, then you felt more disgusted as you felt him bring his wet hoof down to your filly bits and in rough, fast movements, he started to jill you off, trying to get you wetter. You could feel your whole body shaking from his movements as he tried to arouse you, making your stomach churn, and yet, you could feel it taking effect, filling you with a strange feeling you never felt before. You squealed and covered your mouth as his rough movement had you getting slicker and tingly between your legs. This was so uncomfortable and yet you could feel he was pleased with the results. His hoof was now as wet as your small entrance was and then he lubed himself up with your forced filly juices. He then reached around you and grabbed your hips, the slimy hoof feeling gross against your fur. The tip of his cock again pushed against your genitals, this time though, he pushed harder and fast, breaking though to get inside you.

You scream and immediately you feel his hoof on the back of your head, pushing you down into the pillow. He tells you to stay quiet and continues to push inside you. The pain is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, like he’s trying to tear you in half.

“Damn! You’re- ugh- you're so tight! I dunno why you are clenching so hard... Ahh… You haven't been this tight since I first took your virginity. Loosen up, slut!”

But you couldn’t loosen up. When you took the filly’s form, you didn’t suspect or even think about her genitals, how could you have known that this filly had been molested and raped by her father so often? She might have had a broken in and stretched pussy, but in your mind, she was as all fillies should be, a virgin with a normal small, tight vagina that was untouched and clean. Now you were suffering for it. He was raping you as if it was her first time all over again, which in your case, it is.

You never had to do anything like this in the past. You never needed too. You feed on love and that usually drains ponies and leaves them too exhausted to want to do stuff like this. But this stallion didn’t love you. He didn’t love his daughter. He only saw a fuck toy for his pleasure! How did Coconut Creme survive through this? Did she just get used to it, or perhaps… enjoy it? But that’s not possible. This stallion was so cruel, and while he says she usually allows this to happen, his tone suggests that he knows she didn’t like it.

This stallion was now thrusting hard into you, you screamed into the pillow as he continued to hold you down, face first. You couldn’t see, you could barely breathe, the only thing you could really do was hear his grunts, and feel his hard shaft penetrate you, smashing against your cervix, pushing you down, rocking the entire bed silently. His lust was overpowering and so sickly sour you felt like you were going to throw up. You could still sense the emotions around you too. The lust, desire, pleasure, sadness. Sadness? No, that wasn’t coming from him.

You struggle to follow where this was coming from but it was strong. There was heartbreak, helplessness, sorrow. It was coming from the hallway. The mother. She must have heard your screams, came into the hall to check and could now tell what was going on. But… Why wasn’t she coming in? Why wasn’t she rushing in to save the daughter? The daughter she loves so, so much? Fear. You can feel that coming from her too. She was scared of her husband, she wasn’t going to fight him. She was returning to her bed! No! She couldn’t!

You began to struggle even more, fighting, you wanted to scream out for her to save you, but you couldn’t. He was now pushing harder into you and full on suffocating you into the pillow. Your flailing was slowly getting weaker as you used up all your energy. Exhausting yourself and your lungs were catching fire.

“Oh geez, maybe I should have you struggle like this more often, you feel so damn tight right now, I love it!”

You could feel him now pulling your hips backwards while thrusting forwards, your flank colliding with his crotch as he finally bottoms out inside of you. Your insides in agonising pain and he keeps going, not even giving you a gasp of air you desperately need. You feel everything going numb, you feel like you're going to die, and maybe that would be a better fate than living like this! At that moment, as his thrusts reach a faster, harsher tempo, his lust peaks.

“Ugh! Celestia yes! Oh Coconut, you feel so damn good! Sexy... fucking... foal!” His whispered yells came out in bursts, just as his hot spunk fills your insides. His rod flexing and twitching making your agonising ordeal worsen. You were so tight around him, you could feel each ripple, each shudder, and each drop of cum as he filled you up.

You felt numb to everything now. You were on the verge of passing out when he finally let you go and you rolled your head to the side, your lungs taking in a deep gasp of air as they burned from the effort of desperately fighting to survive. The stallion was still inside you and it hurt so much, but at least he had stopped now, finally giving you a repreve from the hurt. You slowly and fearfully look up at him, tears in your eyes as you watch him panting over you, exhausted, yet satisfied. He says nothing as he pulls out from you, making you silently squeal into your hooves. He says nothing as he walks out the room. He did what he came to do and was now leaving like nothing happened.

You then curl up into a ball and start properly crying now, but staying silent, lest you incur him to return. What horrors have you gotten yourself into. A father who rapes you, a mother who ignores it and won’t protect you. This is worse than anything that you could imagine! Was this what the foals you and your siblings replaced were going though now?

Oh, what have you done?!

When Diamonds Turn To Coal

006 "Diamond Tiara",

This pink filly was acquired through very unusual means. Her father was already a very wealthy pony, with land, estates and a loving family. On the outside at least. His business was constantly under threat from others offering the same goods at lower prices and of course a wife that had such expensive tastes, so he had to find another way to make money. Of course he learned that he could sell his daughter's body to ponies like yourself.

However, young and untrained, she was nothing more than a fuck toy for her father’s guests who would abuse her in any way they saw fit. Cruelly abused, tortured with toys, and victimised, all for their own entertainment. The filly became in such dire straits that her classmates would see a return to her cruel demeanor, yet not know why. Even her closest friend had been pushed away.

Now, normally we wouldn’t mind such competition in regards to prostitution, however this stallion’s daughter was still going to school and trying to live a normal life outside her home, and that’s not a good thing. Our business is one of secrecy and if this filly were to break and tell her teacher or friends about what was going on, it could be bad for us all. 006 could identify all the clients who have been with her, who, in turn for their own safety, might tell of our own organisation and ruin this for good patrons who merely want to indulge their desires in a safe enviroment.

Of course, our benefactor paid the filly’s father a visit and offered the stallion a large cash sum and a continued amount over the months if the filly would be turned over to our establishment. However, before a deal could be agreed upon, the filly herself had broken out from the home and fled the estate, clearly scared and believing us to be worse than her own father. Well, we can confirm with you, she is much happier now with us. Or, at least she’s safer.

Our collectors worked fast and were quick to grab her on her way to the train station, no doubt on her way to Canterlot. Her father meanwhile has been given the warning that if he tries anything like this again, he will be exposed and will not even receive a trial before his judgement and his business would be ruined forever. In exchange, as is practise, we made him aware that a changeling of our employ would replace his daughter and also keep an eye on him to make sure he keeps silent, all for your protection and anonymity.

The trauma 006 had suffered to her genitals (lashings, bruises and burns from a cigar) all had to be given time to heal before her training could begin. However, while her body may have healed under our care, her mind is still disturbed. We are doing all we can for her, but since she is fit and able, she has been added to our rotation of fillies for your enjoyment.

We do more than just offer a service here. We are proud to give good fillies, a nice, safe home.

006 - Diamond Tiara

Author's Note

This chapter was written in its entirety by Commander_Bobo, go check him out.

006 “Diamond Tiara” Earth Pony, Filly

Bio: Collected after running away from her abusive home. We had to allow her some time to heal before being admitted into the roster as she was found with many bruises and injuries around her genitals and flank.

-Deep and Semi-Loose Pussy
-High Pain Threshold
-Begrudgingly Compliant, Doesn’t Struggle
-Slow to Cum
-Anal Ready

006 - Diamond Tiara

As you walk down the hallway towards the door that holds your filly for the night, can’t believe you’re going to be this filly’s first customer, surely it will be worth the extra bits.

You reach the door and open it to see a small pink filly sitting on the side of the bed looking down at the floor, she notices you and quickly looks towards you, taken aback from the intrusion. Without skipping a beat she speaks “Ugh, I didn’t know you would be coming so early.” she rolls her eyes “So, what do you want?” she says emotionally. You skip the pleasantries and just motion your hoof towards the bed.

She must be very well trained as without any further instruction she stands up on the bed and points her rump towards you, flicking her tail up for an easy entrance. You stop to look at her ripe genitals before you're interrupted by her “So you gonna do it or not?”. You quickly snap out of it and go over to her.

You hadn’t even realized it but you’re already fully erect, while standing over her you decide to start grinding against her pussy, she gives out a moan as you do. You continue to grind up against her eliciting some more minor reactions but now that she's properly wet you stop and lay on the bed and tell her to position herself on top of you, which she does with haste. Although you thought it would have been implied, she didn’t get the memo, so you lift her rump and force yourself inside of her with your hoof. She moans as you insert your cock, she is quite loose and you're able to put the first couple inches in without any resistance from her youthful genitals.

You're now just mere inches away from her face and inside of her, you pull her face down onto yours and begin to kiss her. She is slow to reciprocate your kiss and is very awkward in her ‘kisses’. It’s just you forcing your tongue in and out of her mouth, she is not enjoying it and that only makes you want to continue.

All this kissing makes you forgot your primary goal, you push her mouth off of you for just a second to begin forcing her pussy up and down on your cock, she takes the hint and starts bouncing on it with a deadpan face, giving out an occasional moan or two as she lets you go further inside of her. You return to making out with her, closing your eyes as you do. Although she isn’t as tight as the other fillies working here she’s still just as hot, if not hotter and you feel yourself getting closer to climaxing.

Pulling her tongue from her mouth for a moment to tell her to go deeper before continuing your passionate invasion of her muzzle, she simply nods and begins to put more and more of you into herself on each bounce, moaning as she goes past your medial ring. You quickly resume kissing her as she bounces on your cock. She begins to moan more as it goes deeper, her moans are louder than before even though they’re muffled through both of your mouths.

Your cock is finally entirely inside of her, and you can’t believe how you can be so deep inside this filly. You wonder if this truly is her first time with a customer as she is not as tight as you would expect, but you stop thinking about that as you get closer to climax. The tip of your cock starts to flare as you feel yourself right on the edge. The filly on your cock, like the good slut she is, feels this and begins to pick up the speed. You pull away from the filly’s mouth and curse at the top of your lungs, giving her a shock before pulling her down all the way on your cock as you cum. Ropes of semen burst out into her kitty as your cock throbs inside of her. She yelps out a high pitched moan being filled even more than before. She collapses on your chest with your cock still inside her as you both catch your breath. As she lays there you can’t believe the experience you just had with such a cute little filly, you start petting her mane while she keeps her head muzzled on your chest.

You stay there for a while just snuggling with your latest conquest before looking at the clock and realizing that you’ve been cuddling for the last 15 minutes, but more importantly that you still have 20 minutes on the clock. You think of what next to do to this filly to get the best bang for your bits, but just thinking of the many possibilities of your perverted mind makes you get another erection. The pink filly sturs as you pulsed in her pussy, waking her from her half slumber. She looks up and gives a cute little yawn that only a cute filly like her can give. She looks down at your erection growing inside of her. She looks back at you once again with her deadpan expression from earlier.

You thought for a moment that perhaps she was happy with this arrangement, but how could that be true? How could anypony be happy being an unwilling and unpaid prostitute before they’ve even had a colt friend? Wasting away as nothing more than a sex toy for a bunch of pervs like yourself while her friends got to live a normal life. You quickly snap out of thinking of how you could be scarring and ruining this filly’s life forever, after all ‘if I don’t do it somepony else would’.

You take a deep breath and look at the clock, you’ve lost another minute of valuable time to your thoughts. You tell her to take your cock out of her and she complies, still laying on your chest. You ask her to insert it into her anus and she seems less willing to do so. You repeat yourself and she finally puts it in her ass, giving out a loud moan as she did. She’s much tighter in her ass, she’s slow to put it in but you know you only have so much time left so you pull her down and force yourself into her quite quickly, pushing out a high-pitched yelp from her as you do. She shivers from the shock of having such a large member inserted into her under-used hole.

She needs no more instruction and begins to slowly push her pelvis up and down onto you. Although she’s much slower than when you were in her deep pussy she’s made up for it with the undeniable tightness of her anus. You position her head on your chest, her hot breaths feel nice against your chest.

As you continue to slowly fuck her you see she’s still in her usual deadpanned expressionless face. You decide to fix this by putting your hoof towards her vagina. You begin to massage her clit very quickly, her breath against your chest turns into a heavy and wet pant that starts to stain your fur.

You take your other hoof and force her rump to bounce faster and deeper onto your cock. You're really feeling it now as she passes your medial ring. She’s also quite adamant about the experience as you can sense she’s getting closer to orgasm. Although she’s already had quite the experience, her pussy is not just done yet, although you're just about ready to cum you hold it back so you can witness the filly cumming first to avoid having to buy another hour with her.

Although you try to put up a resistance, you can feel yourself coming closer to cumming. you lustfully yell out ‘yes’ to confirm that what this underaged whore on your cock is doing, is working, just as you get to your very edge of jizzing you feel yourself about to complete your goals with the cute pink filly’s genitals. in a lust-filled state, you slap her ass and scream out for her to keep going. She immediately starts to shiver and yells out “No, please no, daddy!” She picks up the pace to the extreme and before you can even think, you finally climax, and clearly what you were doing to her was working, as she gives out a huge moan before squirting out onto your abdomen, trapping your hoof inside of her.

This was much more than what you were expecting from her, as an explosion of fluids erupts from the both of you. As semen seeps out of her ass and she soaks your stomach in her youthful juices, your semen comes out of her in waves as she continues to have her orgasmic experience and her vagina seems to never stop as she continues to squirt out onto you.

You lay back on the single pillow on the bed and catch your breath, she puts her muzzle deep into your fur, but you can hear her mumble “Please daddy, no, I promise to be good.” and things along that line as she continues to shake and shiver on your chest. Your mind begins to wander as you think what the hell is up with this filly and what might have happened to her before she began to work here. Your mind is interrupted by your eyes as you see the clock on the wall, you only have a minute left. You pull her off from your cock, it makes a satisfying pop as you do. You give her one last kiss on her forehead as you very gently push her off your chest and onto the bed. You get up and move to the door to leave, but you look back one more time to see her still shaking and now curled up into a ball on the bed. As you open the door a staff member is already there to warn you that your time is up.. You leave with a new favourite pink filly at the facility. As much as you want it, you don’t have enough bits for another hour so you’ll just have to remember to come back for her and you can only hope she remembers you when you do.

Getting A Little Cozy In Here

007 "Cozy Glow",

Word of our establishment has often been met with fright by our working foals. Their horror and fear is most understandable given the situation they find themselves in as they come into our care. However, one of our more unique acquisitions didn’t have such a response. In fact, she came to us voluntarily.

A number of our clients just so happen to work at the Ponyville School of Friendship and they have been getting close to one of their students, Cozy Glow. An energetic filly that seemingly wanted nothing more than to help and get as close as possible to her superiors. So much so that we learned the filly was seducing multiple ponies in the school, fellow students and teachers alike.

007, during an after school session with the school counselor, asked to learn about our business. We don’t know how she heard about us originally, but the young pegasus coxed all the information out of the poor mare she needed by threatening to share multiple pictures of the two of them doing such explicit things with one of her students. Understandably, the unicorn mare had no choice and brought the filly with her to our establishment here.

Now, when we heard about all this, after the fact, our concern for safety and secrecy had escalated. Somepony had clearly opened their mouth and this filly had heard too much. Fortunately we learned, thanks to 007, that this was simply a slip of the tongue from a number of the stallions during their 'extracurricular activities' with the filly. The mare’s name was coaxed from them as the school's little ring leader, telling ponies about what we have here.

We've now taken steps to prevent the mare ever talking about our buisness ever again.

When the filly first came walking into our establishment with the mare, of her own free will, we were sceptical. We assumed maybe the mare simply wanted a safe space to be with this foal and not worry about being quiet. Or perhaps the filly was looking for a friend of her's and wanted to buy playtime with them, not understanding what this place really was. We were wrong. She didn’t want to pay for a session with our clients; She wanted to become one! She wanted to be paid to have sex with random strangers and to have complete freedom of our establishment, coming and going from her room as she pleased.

Now, of course, we could have always just locked her up, and treated her the same as all the other foals, but our benefactor liked her spirit. She was clearly a nymphomaniac and so he gave her everything she wanted, knowing she’d never want to leave. She in fact became his personal pet, never leaving his side. She’d follow his orders to the letter and only his. And when he wasn’t around, she was always in her room with the paying customers or helping punish certain foals that misbehaved.

No training has been given to the filly since she arrived, she was already well versed in servicing male and female clients, and soon she became our first (and only) dominant foal for the clients. Since that moment, business has been booming and opened up a lot more doors for different patrons. She’s also been very helpful in bringing in more foals to work for us, including our very first colt.

007 - Cozy Glow

Author's Note

007 “Cozy Glow” Pegasus, Filly.

Bio: Came to the brothel of her own free will, hoping to have sex with as many stallions as possible without fear of being caught in the act.

-Dominatrix
-Enjoys Roleplaying As A Victim.
-Highly Experienced
-Rough, But Knows A Stallion’s Limits.
-Rigger

007 - Cozy Glow

You pull hard on the restraints attached to each of your hooves. The sensation of what this filly is doing to you is driving you wild as she sits between your legs, playing with your cock as you lay spread eagled on her bed with each limb tied to each leg of the bed. The beds in these rooms are usually just big enough for one adult pony, but this filly was living in luxury, in comparison. Usually the rooms are barren, apart from a few out of reach lights on the walls, a mirror (for the fillies to pretty themselves up before a client, you guess) and a small bed. But this filly had a large bed, a bedside table with a candle on it, the most comfortable bed sheets, and drawers full of her own personal toys. You’d seen a glimpse of them when she first pulled out a riding crop. She has a large selection.

Your Mistress never took her eyes off you as she pumped your cock up and down with a latex covered hoof. You asked her at first to remove it, and immediately she punished you with a whip of her crop to your flanks. She told you that you were to only speak when told to answer, you would always do as she says, but most importantly, you were not allowed to cum until given permission.

Such a task felt impossible. Already you were rockhard and close to the edge as she lapped at the head of your cock in time to when she pumped all the way down to your base. She kept going at a quick pace as the lewd sounds of her wet tongue slapping from your cock to the roof of her mouth echoed in the otherwise silent room. You breathe steadily, in through your nose and out through your mouth as you try to control yourself. You wanted to warn her, but you couldn’t talk. She ordered you not to, so your moans and groans escalated in volume as you approached your edge, trying to non verbally warn her. It seemed like she got the message, but all your Mistress would do is smile cruelly, knowing you were at your limit.

Just as you were about to break her biggest rule, she stopped tugging and licking at your shaft, instead she rested her muzzle against the side of it, taking a deep sniff of your stallionhood.

“Hmmm, yes.” She said aloud, looking at you with half lidded eyes. “I will remember this scent. This is mine now. If you ever come back here after having another filly or mare touch your cock, I’ll know. And you won’t be allowed to leave with it again. Do you understand me? Talk.”

“Yes, Mistress!” you say aloud. You’re not sure how serious she was being, but at this moment you’d say yes to anything she said. Your response made her smile and she started running her muzzle down your shaft and to your scrotum. She then took one of your balls into her mouth, sucking on it, rolling her tongue around it and humming gently. Then without warning, the filly gently bit down around it. You let out a gasp as every nerve in your body tightens, pulling on the restraints that have absolutely no give in them, and then she pulls her head back ever so slowly, making your whole body shake. It’s getting slightly too painful and you're about to say something to warn her, but she lets you go as you open your mouth.

“Hmmmm, so full of cum.” She then climbs up onto your barrel, walking on you instead of the bed. You hold still for her as she balances herself with her full weight on you. ”Have you been saving that all up just for me, Pervert?” She looks down at you with a coy smile.

“Yes, Mistress. All for you!” You answer. Her smile turns to a disappointed frown. Only then you realised your mistake.

“Golly, it seems you disobeyed your mistress. That’s very very bad of you.”

“I-I’m sorry, Mistress!” You say again. Her frown becomes a scowl.

“Twice in a row… This calls for some serious discipline!“ She then jumps off your chest, knocking the wind out of you for just a second before you turn to watch what she’s doing.

She then picks up the candle from the bedside drawers in her latex covered hoof and turns to face you. Fear is marked on your face, knowing that this was going to hurt! However, your cock twitched at the thought. This didn’t go unnoticed by the young pegasus and she smiled.

“Oh gee. Excited for this, are you? And here I thought this was going to be a punishment.” Cozy positioned herself at your groin and laid flat on your belly, her moist cunny touching against your shaft as she closed her hind legs, trapping it against her warm folds. “Well, I wanna feel every twitch you make with my property. And your cock is my property, isn’t it?”

You don’t answer.

“Good boy! You’re learning.” She then tipped the candle over enough for a single drop of hot wax to drip onto your chest. You flinch and let out a gasp of pain as the burning liquid touches your fur. “But you’re still going to be punished.”

Within seconds, the wax began to cool and harden, only then you realise this could possibly leave marks. Explaining this to the boys was going to be awkward. Perhaps you could cover up with a shirt or something until-

Another drop, another gasp of pain snapping you from your thoughts. Why were you thinking of your work mates? This filly should be the only thing you’re focusing on now, especially with her legs and cunt pressed against your throbbing meat. You were literally touching her filly pussy with your dick which felt so wet and warm. Cozy’s eyes darted behind herself to look back at her flanks where your cock was nessaled, poking out from between her buttcheeks. You wish you could see it too. Must have looked so hot!

“You’re getting very excited back there. But this is supposed to be a punishment, remember?”

And with that, she squeezed her legs tighter together and pushed up off of you with one hoof, sat up straight, bending your mast backwards. You let out a pained groan as she sat back onto her knees on the bed between your legs, painfully bending your cock and putting pressure on your balls.

You gasp out in more pain, grunting aloud and breathing heavily as this filly looks down at you with a smile.

“Ooh, this is much more comfortable for me. Now, where was I? Ah, yes.” Another drop of wax. This time right on your pelvis region, this one making you grit your teeth “You know, when I have you like this, you almost look like you have no penis. This could be a good look for you. Would you like that? Would you like me to sit on your cock and balls like this, just because it makes me happy? Talk.”

You grunt and try to relax and you replied with a shaky ‘Yes, Mistress.’ making her smile. She then started to grind her hips against you, generating another reaction as your pressured genitals twitch against her underaged pussy. How this filly ever learned to do all this, you’ll never know, but unlike the others, she’s genuinely enjoying herself.

Cozy Glow then begins to slowly draw something along your pelvis with the wax, enjoying your torment as you struggle against your will. She tips the last few drops of wax onto you and then leans forward, blowing on it to cool it faster.

“There we go.” she says as she blows out the candle. ”Look at that!”

Looking down to your pelvis, you see a small crude drawing of what looks like the outline of her cutiemark. She’s marked you in a way that you now had to cover your body up. Having a slight burn mark in the shape of a missing filly’s cutiemark near your groin. There was no explaining this to anyone. The pain and erotic experiance of everything that was happening here was driving you mad. Oh, how badly was this turning you on!

“This makes you mine, my little pervert. I hope you’ve learned your lesson. Talk.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Good boy. In that case…” Cozy then stands off your cock and lets it spring back to its full mast.

You let out a sigh of relief as the pressure is alleviated from your genitals. You then watch as she lays down on her back between your legs, propping herself up with her forelegs behind her to look you in the eyes as she spreads her legs wide, giving you a full view of her glistening cunt as she places her hindlegs on both sides of your shaft. The latex on her hindlegs were gone now, her bare hooves felt so smooth and warm as she began to rub them up and down your cock. All the while, you couldn’t stop staring at her honey pot, wishing you could stick your stallionhood inside her and feel that warm embrace of her most forbidden treasure.

“I see you staring, Pervert.” Cozy says to you, another coy look in her eyes. “If you want this, you’re going to have to prove your loyalty to me.” She keeps pumping on your cock as your balls start to churn. “You’ll come back and see me soon, and only me. If you’re good, I’ll tie your forehooves behind your back next time, place you on your knees and then take your filthy cock down my tight throat, again and again until you can no longer stay vertical. After that, if you’ve still been a good boy, I’ll let you choose.”

Cozy moved a forehoof from behind her to rub at her pussy.

“Here...” She then slowly moved the wet tip of her hoof to her asshole, lubricating it with her own juices. “Or here.”

She then returned her hoof behind herself, but not before rubbing the juices off against her own nipples, above her crotch. They were perky, but almost completely hidden under her fur. All through that, she still managed to jerk you off with only her hind legs. The scenarios she promised had you almost bursting, moaning, pulling harder on the restraints just to contain yourself. And yet all you could see when you closed your eyes was the promises she was offering, and when you opened them, you saw your beautiful mistress’ sopping wet pussy and her touching herself. Your cock was spasming at all of this. You couldn’t last another second.

“Now cum! You fucking pervert!”

Yes, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress! Was what you wanted to scream out, however, all you really could do was scream aloud as finally you let it all go! Jets of cum spurt out from your cock again and again, squirting out, up into the air and splattering down all across Cozy Glow as she pulls and pumps your cock towards herself, getting your spunk across her belly, chest, mane and even in her open mouth, which she happily licks it up and swallows.

“Ahh, that’s a good boy!” The filly begins to scoop up your cum onto her hoof from her belly and then steps over to you on the bed. “Lick it clean.”

You are exhausted, but you do so without question. Your own salty spunk washing across your tongue before you swallow it at her order.

“Now remember what I told you.” She presses a hoof against your throat, not strangling you, but more just in a dominating way. “You belong to me from now on. You’ll not fuck another filly here unless I tell you too. You’ll not have sex with another mare outside of here unless I give you permission. And you’re certainly not allowed to jerk yourself off until you come back to me. You’re going to store it all up again, just for little ol’ me. You understand? Talk.”

“Y-yes mistress,” You say, realizing that you might not have the bits to return for another month, maybe even two! Perhaps you could work overtime to earn more bits? You could always cheat and just jerk off anyway, how would she know?

There was a knock at the door. Cozy releases your throat and then suddenly turns towards the sound.

“Time’s up!” The voice calls from behind the door. “If you wanna stay longer it’ll cost-”

“TIMES UP WHEN I SAY IT’S UP!” Cozy screamed aggressively, looking positively psychotic.

You’d never seen her like that! That was terrifying. Her tantrum was short lived as the voice at the door ran away at full speed. Maybe you shouldn’t disobey this filly’s orders. Maybe her threats about punishment were a little more realistic than you thought.

“Golly gee willikers,” She says, turning back to you, looking sweet and innocent. “I guess you’ve got to go.” She begins to unstrap your hooves. “I’ll see you again though, won’t I? I can’t wait to do more fun stuff!”

Her demeanor had completely changed. The dominatrix and the psycho were gone, replaced with an adorable filly that just wanted to play more.

“Y-yes, Mistress.” You reply, rubbing your hooves where the restraints had held you tight.

“Aww, you don’t have to call me that anymore. I’m just Zero-zero-seven now. A poor innocent defenseless little filly who’s lost her name and been kept prisoner against her will, taken away from her home and forced to have icky hurty hugs with mean stallions. Golly, I sure hope you won’t take advantage of me like them before you leave.”

She looks up at you with a pouty quivering lip. You’ve read this filly’s bio in the catalogue. You know she’s lying about being a prisoner here. Or was it!?… No, you tell yourself. The stallion at the door seemed terrified of her, no stallion would be if she was a prisoner. This was just another of the filly’s games, she was just toying with you.

Well regardless, you certainly can’t afford another round with this filly even if she’s begging for it. You tell her that you can’t and you’ll have to wait until your next paycheck. Instantly her demeanor changes from scared and innocent to the confident filly.

“Ahh, shucks, that usually works.” She climbs up onto the bed and lays back against the pillow, a hoof between her legs, masterbating herself slowly as she talks to you, still with cum in her coiled mane. “Well, I hope you’ll come back soon. Remember, if you fuck another pony other than me, or touch yourself, I’ll know. Remember, your dick belongs to me now.” She pulls her hoof away and separates her little cunny lips. “And I will be the only filly to have it inside me.”

“I... I promise. I’ll come back for you.” And you mean it!

008 - Pipsqueak

Author's Note

008 “Pipsqueak” Earth Pony, Colt.

Bio: The first colt of our establishment. With help from 007, 008 was abducted from the Ponyville schoolhouse during the late hours after being lured there.

Training has allowed the colt to hold his orgams and stay erect for the client longer, and his penis is a good size considering his body frame is much smaller than most foals his age. However, due to his smaller size, his anus will be tighter than most.

-Average Pain Threshold
-Tight anus
-Long erection period
-Good sized penis
-Small

008 - Pipsqueak

The colt screamed out as you thrust your hard cock into his tight asshole. You knew from the catalogue that he’d be tight, but this was beyond anything you ever dreamed. He had been begging you to stop, shouting out that you were too big, but who really cared? The feeling of his tight ring popping over your medial ring was greater than any sensation you’d ever had with another filly in this place. Some fillies were over-used, this one probably got less customers because he was a colt, but that suited you just fine. Pinning him against the wall, him facing away from you as he shook and cried, just brought you so much pleasure as you thrusted in and out of him harder.

Using your strength to lift him up and down on your cock as you held yourself up with a single hoof against the wall, you kept flexing your hips in time to get deeper into his bowels. You see the tears stream down his face and you lick them up, making the colt cringe in disgust.

You were close to cumming now, but you didn’t wanna finish just yet. You wanted to have more fun with him. Letting go of the colt, you grabbed his cock, as small as it was in your hoof, and started to jerk him off, your rough hoof making the colt cry out with each pump. Oh, he was going to be so sore in the morning, they might have to give him a week off to recover. You believed that was a very generous thought for you to have. You’re doing him a favour.

The small colt could do nothing but yell out, horsley, after almost thirty minutes of being ravaged like this. He already came once after about twenty minutes from prostate stimulation alone, and you were impressed that the colt never went flacid, he must really love being used like this.

Gravity held the colt on your cock as you continued to pump his little colthood with his face against the wall, one of his hooves grabbing yours as you continued to jerk him off. Then with a loud moan he came against the wall, his seed spilling out and running down it.

You pulled your hoof away after a few more pumps and wiped the cum on your hoof into a brown spot on his side. Then, adjusting the colt while he was still on your penis, you pushed his face against his own cum on the wall.

You order him to lick it up and, shaking all over, he begins to. You call him a good little fuck toy before stepping away from the wall with the colt still penetrated on your shaft, hanging under you, legs too short to reach the floor. You hold him against your belly as you walk on three hooves over towards the bed and slide him along it. You're just about done with him at this point, only needing now, your own release. Pulling your cock from his sore asshole with a pop and a loud yelp, you flip him over to his back and pull him to the edge of the bed and point your cock to his muzzle.

You demand he open up his mouth as you’re going to let him taste both his and your seed and compare the flavour, which he prefers. He hesitated and that annoyed you, you were so close to finishing. You shout again and he finally opens his mouth slightly, closing his eyes tight. You jam your cock head into his mouth just enough but you’re clearly too big to get much deeper. The look of horror and disgust in his eyes just turns you on more. You both know that his asshole is clean, but the fact your cock still just came from there makes it all the more dirty. You need more though. You push deeper into his mouth, stretching his jaw to its limits and immediately he starts fighting. You’ve reached the back of his throat, but that’s not enough and you keep pushing in deeper. He’s trying to push you off, hitting you with almost zero effect. His air is cut off now but you are beyond caring. His needs and nothing compared to yours. His fight begins to waver as you get so close to cumming down his throat while he chokes on your girth.

The door behind you bangs open. You turn to see a large white stallion with a blonde mane, almost the same size as you. With a calm expression he looks at you, but his stare is cold.

“Sir, pull out of that colt’s throat at once.”

A warning. Who was this stallion? He must be a bodyguard or something. Thinking best not to piss him off of the establishment, you pull out. As you do, you cum all over the colt’s face, and his body as he collapses, coughing and spitting up on the bed.

“This one wasn’t on the list for punishment detail.” The unicorn said sternly. “If you wish to treat some of our foals in this rough manner, I’m sure we can arrange something more fitting for you. We’ve allowed this treatment of zero-zero-eight for this long, only because while you were rough, his life wasn’t in danger. Until now. So, I hope you’ll understand if we ask you to leave.”

You look down to the half conscious foal and chuckle to yourself.

“Well, if he ever does go on this punishment detail, you let me know. I’d pay extra for that.” You say with a smirk.

The other stallion on the other hoof doesn’t and simply stares at you. With that, you huff and walk towards the door. You look closely at the other stallion. He looks familiar, but you can’t place where. He isn’t quite as big as you, but being a unicorn, he’d probably be tough to deal with, yet you think you could take him. You think that maybe you could work here as a bodyguard yourself. Then you could have your way with the foals here at your leisure.

As you left the room, you heard the stallion move over to the sobbing colt.

“You’ll be alright. You were very brave, you know? Remember, good foals get rewards. Tonight, you’ll have your favourite dinner and ice cream for dessert.”

You keep listening in surprise. These little whores were being treated like actual foals?

You notice a filly walk past you, ignoring your presence entirely. A light pink pegasus with a coiled light blue mane. She entered the room and you could hear the sounds of the filly climbing onto the bed.

Foals could just walk around at free will too? This place was far too careless. These foals aren’t ponies to be loved, they should be nothing but fucktoys. Maybe this place needs some new management.

The Filly Scouts

009 “Acorn Cap”, 010 “Ginger Snap”,

Filly scouts are a highly targeted set of foals for stallions or mares who just can’t help themselves. The uniforms can make them so alluring and irresistible, that it’ll drive a pony to make rushed decisions, especially when the filly wearing it is sweet and adorable. This of course raises problems. All it takes is for one pony to lose control, take a filly off the streets, get reported missing, and then the next day foals can no longer travel alone.

One such incident happened recently that we were lucky to intercept before the issue became apparent. Two fillies were traveling door to door selling their filly scout cookies when they came to an eldarly stallions house. He ordered his cookies from them and went to get his money before falling down, clutching his chest. Both fillies rushed inside to help him and he told them that his medication was in the basement in the medical cabinet.

Ginger Snap was the first one to move, not even questioning it and telling her best friend Acorn Cap to stay with him. Only after the pale yellow filly got down to the basement did she realise what a mistake she made. There was only a single cage in a room surrounded by many tools of depressed sexual punishment on the walls, hanging up like ornaments. Immediately the filly turned to run, but the eldar stallion was already behind her, brandishing a knife to her friend's throat who he held in the air with his unicorn magic. He told Ginger that if she didn’t get inside the cage he’d cut Acorn’s throat. Ginger did as she was told and saw a bar inside with hoof cuffs. He ordered her to cuff both her hooves around it. After she snapped them on, she realised they were foal sized and that the old stallion must have done this kind of thing before, or at least been planning this for a while.

Afterwards the stallion tossed her friend, who Ginger now realised was unconscious, into the cage just out of reach of the bound filly scout who screamed desperately for him to let them go. The stallion ignored them and then traveled upstairs and wheeled in the little wagon the fillies had full of cookies, and closed his door checking no one was looking. Unknown to him, our own benefactor had seen the wagon in the doorway and had slipped into the house to confront the elderly stallion once he was sure they were alone. They both had a long talk about his sloppiness, how easily the stallion could have been caught and how much he’d put himself in jeopardy right now.

He offered to cover for the stallion, telling him of everything we do here. In exchange, of course, for the foals. The old unicorn tried to make a bargain, hoping to keep one, but even that would be unbenifical and this stallion might make another foalish mistake, age doesn’t equal wisdom, no matter how long he’s been in the game. Eventually a deal was made. He could keep both fillies for a week before selling them both to our organisation. We gave him a good deal too if he promised to leave their uniforms intact and their bodies unscared.

The following week had been hell for the pair of filly scouts as this stallion was quite the sadist. We have on account the full details of what happened to them, knowing exactly what they went through for or training purposes. Maybe we’ll publish the foals experience for you as a separate article, should you desire to know more? However, by the end of that week the pair were more than happy to cooperate to get away from the stallion. Once they were brought here they were promised to be fed three good meals a day, could sleep in soft beds, and would even get a good education. All at a price, of course. Of course they were happy to be out of their hell and into our more caring environment.

At least, they were until their first customer.

Unfortunately an incident with the two filly’s forced us to place both of them onto Punishment Detail almost straight away. And unlike the stallion who tortured them for fun, we know exactly what it takes to break a foal’s spirit.

009 - Acorn Cap

Author's Note

009 "Acorn Cap" Earth Pony, Filly

Bio: Former Filly Scout selling cookies door to door. Was collected after she entered a house with her friend to help an old stallion that feigned an injury before locking the pair in his basement. Their kind hearts will be a wonderful addition to our establishment.

Uniform for the filly will only be provided upon request. Clean up may be added to the bill if the uniform is damaged or overly stained.

UPDATE: This filly is currently unavailable due to being on punishment detail after an issue with one of our patrons and the filly not following our rules. Please speak to staff if you would like to participate in our behaviour rehabilitation program.

Traits, subject to change after rehabilitation

Soft fur
Cries
Sensitive
Tight holes
Protests the taste of cum. May not swallow.

009 - Acorn Cap

You trot down the hallway to the sounds of customers with their foals. Moans of delight echo around you along with some screams of pain. Not every filly and colt was accustomed to their new lives yet, but in time they’d all get used to it. You trot all the way to the end of the corridor and take the stairs down to a deeper level where all the lights were permanently off. You take a candle wick from your saddle bags and hold it up as you light it with a match. Proceeding down the dark hallway, you head to a door near the end. The very end door was marked experimental, but that room was only for the worst offenders, meant to change a filly for life. This was the solitary confinement hallway, and down here the rooms were so far away from the others upstairs that any sounds above you had all long since faded to silence. Any pony on this floor in any of these few rooms was only here for punishment, and each room was made soundproof so that foals would feel much more alone.

Tonight, it was your responsibility to teach a young filly that tried to run away a lesson. 009 was her number. That’s all you knew and that’s all you were supposed to care about. Well... this time, that wasn’t true. You’d learned that this foal was a former filly scout who earned a fair number of badges in her day. After learning about the filly, you snuck into the foal locker room where each filly that had any possessions such as jewelry, accessories, or the clothes they were wearing, all were discarded into this room and placed into a small locker. You found her uniform and sash easily enough and while you thought about bringing it all, you decided you only wanted the sash and took it as you left.

As you approached the door, you reached again into your saddle bags and pulled out a single key. After brushing your dark grey mane out your eyes and then unlocking the door, you put the key away and then pulled out the sash covered in small little patches. Pushing open the door you could see it was completely dark inside, save for the small light of your candle.

Inside the room was the filly on a small cot with all four of her legs tied to each corner. Her eyes were covered with a damp blind fold, stained with tears, her ears covered with ear guards blocking out sound, and a black ball gag in her mouth preventing her from crying out. She’d been down in isolation for a week where they had fed her baby food laced with cum, bathed her and helped her use the bathroom, all while keeping her blindfolded, not allowed to see anything that was going on. No doubt the stallions had had their fun with her during these cleaning times, but after that she was tied to the bed again and had her punishment continue.

Trapped in darkness, alone in silence, unable to see or hear anything. Not even the sound of the vibrator in her pussy could be heard, only felt as it buzzed, pulsed and stayed on constantly, randomly increasing or decreasing in power. They even changed the size and shape of the vibrator everyday, never letting her get used to it. All the while though, her asshole was always stuffed with a long buttplug, only removed so the filly could relieve herself during cleaning. If she spoke, she’d get no food that night. She learned quickly to stay quiet after complaining about the taste of her first punishment meal. Now she would only moan and cry out after each forced orgasm of her tender pussy, as she was forced to endure it night after night. Never a moment's rest until she passed out from exhaustion.

Though from what you’ve heard, this filly was getting off light compared to her friend who had attacked the customer during a threesome and gave this filly the chance to escape.

Acorn Cap was struggling and moaning in discomfort since you walked in. No doubt close to another pained orgasm. She’d been subjected to these forced orgasms so long that her cunny was all red and puffy around the vibrating tool, held in place with duct tape. You stood and watched as she came again, adding to the wetness of the sheets under her. She rolled her head to the side and barely flexed her hips into the air as her weak orgasm hit her. You were positive the filly probably lost count how many times she’d cum just on that day alone. Her little cunt was just so red and puffy from being over stimulated, you felt a little sorry for her. Being a mare, you understood what it was like to cum with a raw vagina, so you could only imagine what this filly was going through. You placed the sash at the end of her cot and sat down besides the filly. Instantly she froze up, and her moans went silent. You gently pat her head, stroking her golden brown mane. Reaching over her small form, you gently switch off the vibrator and then rub her soft light brown belly.

After she relaxes, you start to undo her restraints on each leg. One by one the filly brings them all close to herself, except her hind legs. Her genitals were so raw and stuffed, any movement was painful. After she curled herself up, you quickly pulled the duct tape off, causing her to yelp in pain and reach down to where it was, covering it up. You then gently pulled the vibrator from her cunny as she moaned into her gag and once it was free, she breathed a sigh of relief. The thing was soaked in her juices as you dropped it onto the cot. The buttplug you left inside her as you moved up to her head and removed the ball gag. She panted and licked her dry lips, but said nothing. She’d learned well. Next you removed her ear guards and dropped them to the floor which made the filly twitch. That was probably loud for her, considering everything was just pure silence till then.

“Sorry,” you say in a whisper.

The filly seemed confused at this. Normally the headgear always stayed on, even when she would be cleaned, raped and cleaned again. That never changed and her captures certainly never said they were sorry. Next you pulled her blindfold off, but she kept her eyes shut a little longer, taking her time, slowly, to open them.

“It’s alright dear, you can talk now.” You tell her gently.

The filly finally looked up at you and saw you were alone. She looked so confused and then spoke in a small, hoarse voice.

“Is it over?” She asked, hopeful.

You gently stroke her mane but tell her not yet. She looked heartbroken but you assured her it will be if she can pass a simple test and swear she’ll never run again. Immediately she sat up, swearing that she wouldn’t, that she’ll never ever run away, that she was sorry and learned her lesson. It was nice to see this, you loved to see it first hoof when a filly would finally accept their place here, happy that bad fillies could be re-trained and brought into the fold. However, you still had a job to do. You reach over and pick up the filly’s sash, her eyes sparkled when you gave it to her. She sat up, reached for the sash and took it eagerly.

“This is my Filly Scout sash!” She says, a tone of happiness in her voice.

“Yes, it was about to be burned but I managed to save it.”

“Burned?” The filly looked horrified, then grateful, then immediately confused. “But… why? Aren't you…” She didn’t finish her question, clearly afraid to upset you.

You smile and tell her that you too were once a Filly Scout. A troop leader in fact, and when you heard she was in a troop before coming here, you wanted to meet her and to talk to her about it. The both of you sat for a while talking about camping trips, toasting marshmallows, donation drives and a lot of fun stuff, but then when the topic of selling cookies came up, she went very quiet. This was how she was foal-napped in the first place, being tricked into the stranger’s house. You finally decide that you’ve talked long enough and you’ve made your choice.

“So tell me, how many knots can you tie? I’ve seen your knot tying badge.” You say, pointing at the badge with a hoof.

“Oh, I know a lot!” She said eagerly. “I know the Windsor Knot, the Figure 8 Knot, the Clove Hitch-” You stop her with a hoof.

“Do you know how to tie a noose?” You ask.

“A noose?” She looks confused, like she’s never heard of one before.

“Like this.” You raise your flank and show it to the filly.

Your cutie mark was a noose with a love heart next to it. The filly shakes her head and you then reach into your saddle bag and pull out a thick long piece of rope, holding it up to the earth pony. You tell her that you’re here to give her a few tests and if she can pass all three, her punishment time would be over. The first test would be knot tying. All she had to do was create a strong noose. She immediately looks worried, but you promise to help guide her through it. The second test would be about athletics, nothing more than simply keeping her balance while distracted. The third would simply be an obedience test. Couldn’t be simpler, you told her.

“Can... can I remove it?” She asked, eyes darting downwards to her rump. The buttplug was still inside her and was probably uncomfortable for the filly, since she was sitting on it. You say that she can’t, because it’s part of the athletics and endurance test, working with distractions. She nodded, not questioning it as you gave the rope to her.

Slowly you start by explaining how to hold the rope, holding it together at three points and wrapping it around itself over and over again. She does this at least seven times before you stop her and tell her to thread the rope all rest of the way through the loop at the top. She follows all your instructions and you’re surprised that she managed it so easily. You look from her blank flank and wonder if maybe this filly and yourself could have the same mark by the end of this. It was how you got yours after all. Although, you weren’t the one who was hanging from it.

You take the noose and praise the filly for a job well done. It was perfect. You then moved a step ladder out from the darkest corner of the room and threaded it though a hook in the ceiling. The filly watched in confusion as you did this, not sure what you were doing. Once it was up, you held the long end of the rope in your teeth as you pushed the cot all the way to the edge of the room, the filly jumping off the bed with some discomfort. Next you grabbed a stool and placed it beneath the noose. The tiny earth pony looked up at you, not sure what was going on.

You tell her the next test is to stand on the stool, and not fall off of it. She walked gingerly towards the stool, worried that this was a trick, that the mare would push her off or something. Sure enough, the stool was small, only just enough room for all four of her hooves, but she managed it. In fact, the only difficult part was the stool was a little wobbly, with one leg a millimetre shorter than the others. However, while she was so focused looking down, keeping her balance, she didn’t notice as you slipped the noose around her neck before it was too late! She immediately started to struggle before you pulled it tight.

“W-What are you doing?!” She said in a panic.

You smile as you pull on the rope lifting the filly up into the air causing her to choke and cut off her oxygen. You slowly lower her back down so she could stand on the stool again to breathe. Acorn sucked in a big gulp of air as she looked at you. She understood what was going on now. The noose around her neck, the unstable stool.

“No! No please! I-I don’t want to die!” She said with fresh tears starting to form.

“Well then, don’t fail the second test. If you fall… well, then you fail.”

“W-what’s… test three?” She said in fear, trying to control her breathing. With the rope wrapped around your hoof, you pull it tight causing the filly to stand up tall and straight while you keep it taught, stopping the filly from looking down at her hooves.

You take a step to the side, pulling the noose a little higher, making the filly squeak in a panic as her front hooves were lifted off the stool, and you grabbed another object in the room. All the tools you needed for tonight were waiting right where you left them earlier. In your other hoof you now held a long flat wooden paddle. You walk back to show it to the filly scout as she’s lowered down again and immediately she froze up. You begin to explain that the third test is obedience. All she has to do is count. Every time you smack across her ass, she has to count it off.

“H-how many?” she asks, shaking in fear.

“Twenty,” You tell her with a chirpy smile. ”Also, I’ve been told that if the worst happens and you fail the test… it’s acceptable losses.”

The filly starts to fully cry now, fearing that she’s actually going to die. Staying on the wobbly stood while being beaten? You know it’s going to be difficult, even if she was at full strength, but this filly was exhausted.

“Y-y-you’re going to try a-and knock me o-off on purpose, aren’t you?! I thought you were a n-nice pony!!” She shouts at you, hurt.

“Aww, don’t say that. I want you to pass this test. Really, I do. But… I also want you to be obedient for me.”

SMACK!

You bring the paddle hard across her right flank and she screams out in pain, sobbing loudly. She wasn’t ready and wobbled on the stool. She quickly regains her balance but you have to remind her to count the smacks and to count them loudly.

“O-o-one.” She says weakly.

“Louder!” You yell as you bring the paddle onto the same spot. She screams again!

“Two!”

Another smack with the paddle, this time on her left side of her ass.

“Three!” She screams out!

She screams again and again as you smack her flanks from all different angles. You even smack her ass, right against the butt plug, causing her a lot of internal agony against her incredibly tender insides, causing a strangled higher pitched scream and almost forgetting to count it. She’s wobbling a lot more on the stool now and almost losing her balance by the ninth hit. The teardrops fall from her face to the floor as she gasps for air from so much screaming and controlling herself. You bring the paddle back, and smack her now red ass once again, but this time when she screamed out, her hooves slip and she slightly loses her balance, almost falling off the stool. She struggles to try and get her balance back, unable to look down but she manages it and then lets out a shaky gasp.

“Oh dear…” You say with a smile. “You forgot to say ten.”

The filly’s eyes open wide and she shouts ten repeatedly, each time a little louder in panic, but it’s too late. You wrap the rope around your hoof a few more times, raising the filly up and causing her to struggle as the noose chokes her. The tiny earth pony uses what strength she has to grab the noose around her throat and hold herself up while only the tips of her hind legs found stability on the rocky stool. You grin at her predicament.

“Please,” She says desperately. “Please, let me back down! I’m sorry!”

You tell her that you’re happy she can still talk because that meant she could keep counting. And with that, you smacked her on the flanks again, the sound continuing to echo off the walls with her now more strangled screams of pain. The filly’s rump was looking very red by this point, but there was still more to come. She called out eleven, twelve, thirteen, as you continued to tenderise her ass. Each hit caused another strangled scream, each hit knocking her more off balance, causing her spin in the air before she had to replant her hooves on the stool.

Just then you realised how much this was turning you on. Reaching down to your own privates you can feel your juices dripping down your thighs. You had always had a lust for this kind of thing, watching fillies and colts being hung, watching them turning blue in the face.

You remembered back with your old coltfriend, back when you were a young blank flank filly, and he was an elder scout master. He wasn’t your coltfriend at first, just an older stallion who prayed after you. Always sneaking you into his tent on camping trips, fondling you in a backroom under your uniform, dumping a load in your belly before sending you back out to the others. You didn’t like it at first, but the more it happened the more you realised it made him so happy, and it made you happy in turn, being a good filly for him. But getting cum stains out of your beret wasn’t easy. He had you at his house often, after you allowed yourself to be his personal pet you’d often suck him off while he choked himself with a belt, trying to see if you could get him to cum before he passed out, yet he would always let go early, which you felt ruined the fun. While standing on his bed, licking at his stallionhood, you thought it would be so much more fun if he didn’t have control over that belt, and so the next time you were together, you showed him that with your expert knot tying skills you made your very first noose. It was funny to you that despite everything he’d ever done with you, this was the first time you ever got wet without being touched. Making the noose made you hot, slipping it around his neck made you wet, but the moment you pushed him off the soap box and watched him hanging naked, struggling, kicking... You were dripping! You sucked hungrily on the stallion’s cock as you jilled yourself off with a hoof for the first time ever, and also for the first time, you were the first to cum, and that earned your cutie mark. The noose with a heart.

You step in front of Acorn and look at her cunny, red and sore from the vibrators, only a little wet now since it had been a while. You rubbed at your pussy as you drove your muzzle into her sweet little petals and lapped away at her, enjoying her sounds as she squealed out, keeping perfectly still but keeping her legs together to keep her balance on the stool, making it so much harder for you, but making her little tunnel tighter as you slip your tongue inside her. Her tight walls and sweet taste were driving you wild as you rubbed at your own cunt, getting yourself off while she’s struggling not to fall, her legs wobbling as she’s getting close to cumming again despite all she’s been through. Perhaps she’s become so sensitive to it that you could add ‘Cums easily’ to her traits in the catalogue now.

You pull out your tongue slowly then lick up, flicking against her clit. The filly squeaks again and twitches, so close to a finish but not quite there. You bring your own cum soaked hoof against her fillyhood and soak her entire genitalia with your juices, mixing them all together as you look up into her teary eyes.

“Let’s finish this, shall we?” You say, desperately wanting to get this filly onto the bed to force her to eat you out and get you to finish.

Raising the paddle and returning to behind her, you smack her intentionally harder causing the filly on shaky legs to stumble. She screamed out loud again and you smack her flanks again immediately, not waiting for her to count fifteen or sixteen, only more than happy to let her scream out. Seventeen and eighteen followed, all in rapid succession with the hits coming hard and fast as the former filly scout hollered in pain. Unable to even get a syllable out before another paddling back against her backside. She was getting weak now, no longer able to hold herself up as her whole body collapsed for just a moment. Just as that happened your next smack hit her hard against the butt plug again, which caused the filly to jolt up, land on the stool, causing it to wobble worse than ever and slip out from under her, toppling over onto the floor.

You felt yourself being pulled upwards as the filly came falling down, but didn’t hit the floor. She was now properly being hung by the noose. Her tired, shaky forehooves were unable to hold her full weight up and she was choking. You watched as the filly fought and struggled to breathe as she kicked her legs out, trying to reach the fallen stool below her. It was just like your old scout master. And like him, this filly didn’t have long left to live. She looked at you, silently begging you to help her but you only watched as you held her up off the ground. Her life literally in your hooves. She had made it to nineteen out of twenty smacks. She had failed.

But she was such a hot little filly and it would be such a waste to lose her. You walk up to her as she’s turning purple in the face and look her in the eyes.

“Will you ever try to run again?”

You ask simply. Immediately she shakes her head as much as she can. You smile before asking another question.

“Will you let strangers ravage and abuse your body every night for years to come? Obey every request, no matter how deplorable?”

The filly closed her eyes and nodded yes again. Her last few tears squeezed out from her eyes as she gave in.

“Will you become my personal fuck toy? Make me cum every night until i fall asleep, allow me to do this to you again and do everything I say without question?”

You could feel your grin stretching almost off your face with glee and excitement. However the filly was turning blue and had become almost unresponsive. She was on the verge of losing consciousness, before finally a single weak nod of her head indicated that she'd rather choose that kind of life, than allow herself to die.

In a heartbeat, you release the rope and catch the filly before she hits the floor. Quickly you lay her down on the bed and remove the noose from her neck as she begins to let loose rattling coughs and deeply gasping for air. You gently rub her back as she dry heaves on the bed and once she calms down a little, you take the noose and throw it onto the table against the wall, along with the stool, just kicking it out the way. You then return to the bed as Acorn, no, 009 continues to hold and rub at her throat which had a deep red mark around it now and kept taking more deep breaths, just laying on her side, shaking.

You climb on to the bed and spread your legs before her. With a single attention seeking cough, she looks up at you slowly and nods. The filly showed no resistance, said nothing and didn’t hesitate. She began crawling to you and stuck her tiny muzzle into your pussy, licking away at your sopping juices. You wrap your legs around her head and hold her in place, and to your surprise she doesn’t struggle or fight it, just continues to take shaky hot breaths against your cunt as she laps away at it with her small tongue. You lean back and relax, enjoying the sensations of the filly pleasuring you, but you notice something uncomfortable under your back. Reaching under yourself, you grab the filly scout’s sash with dozens of badges on it. You hold it up before her.

“Tell me, 009, do you want to keep this?”

She doesn’t answer, barely giving it a glance.

“It’ll be thrown out and burned if you don’t.” You say but still she doesn’t respond, only focuses on munching away between your legs.

Looks like she passed the test afterall. The filly, Acorn Cap, is gone and now 009 is ready to return to work. You let the sash fall to the floor in a heap, and enjoy the benefits of a job well done.

Traits, post rehabilitation.

Soft fur
~~Cries~~
Obedient
Sensitive
Cums quickly
~~Tight holes~~
Loose holes
~~Protests the taste of cum. May not swallow.~~
Loves the taste of cum
Rigger
Rope Bunny

010 - Ginger Snap

Author's Note

010 "Ginger Snap" Earth Pony, Filly

Bio: Former Filly Scout selling cookies door to door. Was collected after she entered a house with her friend to help an old stallion that feigned an injury before locking the pair in his basement.

And best friend of 009

Uniform for the filly will only be provided upon request. Clean up may be added to the bill if the uniform is damaged or overly stained.

Traits, subject to change after rehabilitation

Struggles
Sensitive
Puts up a brave front
Hates to be choked

010 - Ginger Snap

You stand before a door in the solitary confinement section of the brothel, alone in the dark with your candle burning brightly. The stallion who led you here standing at the foot of the stairs, merely watching. However, the anticipation of what could be on the other side of this door has you still and excited. You knew that inside this room was the filly who had bit you as you deepthroated her roughly and she was inside right now, getting what she deserved. As compensation for the little slut biting your dick, and leaving you sore for a few days with an ice pack, you were now getting a free session with her until you were satisfied that she’d been punished enough. Outside of permanent damage or breaking bones, you were free to do anything you wanted to her. Whip her, strangle her, use her as a toilet… Okay, maybe that last one wasn’t really in your desire book, but still you were allowed to be violent and even cruel to her if you wanted.

You suspected that this brothel didn’t get many griffin customers like yourself and that’s why they were being extra nice to you, hoping you’d bring back word to your other griffin friends about how good this place was. They even let you have two fillies to yourself after you asked if that was an option. Your desire to rape one of the filly’s with your barbed cock while the other watched and masturbated to the whole affair was such a turn on for you. Afterwards you’d make them swap rolls, having the former victim touch her sore cunt while the other experiences the pain of what happened to their friend. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as you planned, and you wanted to see this little one pay for that.

You opened the door and the light of your candle shined into the dark room, revealing the light creamy yellow little filly. Her eyes were bloodshot and wet from crying, her formally pretty orange mane was now hanging haggard and loose down the sides of her face that was in a grimace of constant pain, and her body was covered in red marks where she had been lashed with a whip, front and back. There was no gag so clearly she was made to scream as loud as they could get her too. They really took punishment here to the next level. But the icing on the cake of this brutalised looking filly was the Wooden Horse that she was sat on. The medieval device was one you had only heard of in history books. You never imagined they still existed. Both of her hindlegs were hanging over each side of it with the point of the frame pushing up into her abused cunt. Each of her hind legs had heavy looking weights attached to them, pulling her down for the maximum level of pain and discomfort. Her forelegs were tied behind her back and she was wearing a collar that had two chains attached to it. One was connected onto the front of the wooden horse and the other on the back, keeping the filly from leaning forwards or backwards.

You don’t know how long she’d been left there, but even a few minutes of this would have been tortuous. She squinted against the light of the candle and then as you stepped inside the dark room she seemed to recognise you.

“P-p-please…” she whispered dryly, her voice horribly scratchy from where she’d been screaming. “I-I’m sorry. I-I’ll be good, I’ll be a g-good girl this time.”

You walk over to the triangular prism shaped torture device she was sat on and pressed against the pointy top of it, seeing how it felt against your claw. It wasn’t so sharp that it would split her in half or damage her beyond repair, but it definitely wasn’t blunt either. It was uncomfortable just to lean on it so you could only imagine how her sensitive pussy must have felt. You looked at her cunt and saw it was red raw and swollen, even purple in some spots. No doubt she’d been here a very long time.

You went to touch and feel her swollen cunny; She didn’t move or flinch, but she did start to shake in panic.

“Please, no! It hurts so much! Please don’t touch it! Please please please!!”

You look her in the eyes, her beautiful green eyes, and see the fresh tears start to flow. You say to her that you thought she wanted to be a good girl, and if that was true, she wouldn’t deny you anything.

“Please! I-I’ll suck your d-dick again. Prop-properly! I’ll make it really feel good. Really really good!” She begged. “You can do anything you want with me, and I’ll do everything you say. Just please! Please get me down! I-I can’t… f-feel my legs anymo-o-ore!!” She said, sobbing hysterically.

You can tell that this punishment detail really worked. Your first time with her had been a struggle to deal with. You were told she and her friend, 009, would be obedient and do everything you said, but from the moment you pushed her and her friend down on the bed and started to fondle their cunts with your claws they began to struggle, no doubt not used to a griffin's claw in their pussy. You then pulled this filly before you off the bed then shoved your cock in her mouth, wanting to get it ready before raping her cunt while her friend watched. However the moment you hit the back of her throat with your barbed cock, scratching the inside of her throat painfully, she clamped down on it with her teeth, biting you viciously. You had screamed so loudly that a unicorn stallion had run in and held her jaw open with magic and pinned her to the bed while another checked on you. During the commotion, 009, had run out the open door and fled the building. You heard they caught her and she was just in the next room receiving her punishment. The teeth marks on your shaft this filly had left took days to fade away before you could get hard again. While you recovered, the stallion in charge had come to see you. He apologized and promised you any filly you wanted, free of charge and that 010 was being punished and re-trained for purposes of a more aggressive nature. You asked, as part of a settlement, if you could watch the discipline sessions, to watch as the filly was punished. Not only did he allow it, but he encouraged it.

You had watched as the filly was flogged with a whip while suspended by her hooves from the ceiling, then the next day she was attached to a fucking machine that went in both her pussy and asshole while chained over a box. One day, she even had her head tilted back and jaw pried open as stallions came in her mouth and she was forced to hold it there until ordered to swallow. Through each session she would beg, apologize and scream for mercy, but soon the begging stopped, soon she resigned herself to hear fate and only screamed. At least she did when her mouth wasn’t being used. Threats were given that she’d have her teeth pulled out if she ever bit a customer again and a pair of tongs were even kept close by, as a visual reminder. During that time, you had recovered and were promised that on her final night of punishment detail, you’d get to evaluate her. See if she was worth putting back on to rotation after a week of these disciplinary techniques.

You looked her up and down as she cried, hurt, broken. You reach out with a claw and rub her sore little cunt, making her scream out in pain as you stroke gently across it, targeting her little clit. Yes, her abused pussy was definitely at it’s limit. You tell her that you’ll let her down if she does absolutely everything you say, no talking back, no begging or whining. One word or even a moments hesitation, she’d be back on the horse and you’ll fuck her on there for the rest of the night. She screams “Yes!” several times so you stop touching her and slowly undo the binds on her forelegs behind her back. Instantly she moves them down to the Wooden Horse and gently tries to hold herself up just a bit to alleviate some of the pressure, but she doesn’t even lift herself up, the pain is too much to even attempt it. You keep untying her slowly, the leash attached to the front and back of the frame now falling limp, hanging from the collar and letting her lean forward a little.

You grasp her under her forelegs and with a shriek from the filly, you lift her off the device but you notice that she’s incredibly heavy. You then remember the weights still attached to her, these weights made it so she weighed almost as much as a full grown mare. No wonder she’d been in so much pain. You set her down on the floor and instantly she collapsed, lying prone on the cold floor unmoving. Her hind legs clearly couldn’t support her weight anymore after everything. You ask her if she can stand, but after a moment of realising she can’t even feel her legs, she starts to cry in earnest, fearing that she’ll never walk again. You’re sure she’ll recover, given enough time; that or become a permanent living cum vegetable, good for nothing more than having loads dumped into her and then pushing out foals of her own to be used and abused. However, this left you low on options for what you wanted her to do.

You remind her that she said she’d do anything you ordered her to do, that if she doesn’t want to go back on that frame, she’ll be a good filly and kiss your cock where she bit you. She’d kiss it, lick it and apologize for ever hurting it. The fear in her eyes showed as she didn’t ever want to go back onto the wooden frame. The former filly scout dragged herself across the floor with her lower half not cooperating and still with the weights attached. You smirked are you watched her desperately struggle, fighting to not say it was too hard and she couldn’t. But yet she did. You sat on the edge of a bed in the corner as she slowly reached you, pulling herself up to your crotch and started to kiss the base of your already fully erect cock.

“I’m sorry.” She said as she kissed it. “Please forgive me.” Another kiss and then a lick up and down your shaft feeling incredible. “I’m a good filly.” Kiss. “I’m a good filly.” Kiss. She kept repeating the words over and over between kisses. As she kissed and licked your shaft, she used her hooves to hold herself up against your crotch and left her mouth to do all the work.

She certainly was so much different now. Gone was the filly who didn’t want to touch a Griffin’s cock. Now here she was, kissing and tenderly loving it with her small mouth. You tell her to suck on your balls and she does so without hesitation. The feeling of her tongue was so warm and gentle. She was so good at this now and to think, all she needed was a little retraining. You grab her head and then push her back to look her in the eyes. She looks like she’s ready to fall down but you hold her by the neck, choking her as you give her her next order; To choke herself on your dick!

If her training was complete now, she’d do it without question. She looked at you fearfully as you kept strangling her but still she slowly opened her maw as you directed her to the tip of your barbed cock and took it all the way into the back of her throat as you let her go. The creme coloured filly scout twitched and sputtered around your shaft as it poked at her with the little sharp bards all the way around the shaft. A griffin's cock was designed to hold the male’s penis inside the female so it wouldn’t fall out as they bred them while they struggled to get free due to the pain it caused. All female griffins had to succumb to this pain each time a male wanted to breed a female and there was never any tenderness in the mating ritual.

Your cock continued to uncomfortably scratch at the filly’s throat and lips as she held herself against the base of your cock, nose buried in your soft feathery undercarriage. You could hear her audibly gagging; a mixture of pain and suffering from being unable to breathe. You gently pet her mane, calling her a good girl. A good, well trained, perfect little cock sock. Her shaking and vibrations were starting to get you off as she held herself there, however this little one needed to breathe soon.

Grabbing her mane, you begin to thrust in and out of her throat at great speeds. Your wings extend as your claws hold her mane tight and she now fully ragdolls herself against you, not having the strength to hold on any more. The sounds of her gagging and squealing in pain from your cock scratching up her throat was so delightful. You’d been so pent up since that day and you quickly release your hot cum directly into her stomach and then rightly pull out, making her scream and splutter. You hold her by the back of her mane as you let your cock slap against her face and jerk yourself off with the other claw, letting a few more spurts of cum cover her face and mane. She coughs and inhales deeply against your cock trying to catch her breath as you hold her up still.

You take a few deep breaths yourself after so many weeks of being pent up and finally getting that release. You let her go and roughly she falls to the floor. You get up and stand over her, turning her head to face you. You can see the tears in her eyes, yet she wasn’t crying, she wasn’t begging for mercy; there was pain and discomfort and fear, but yet she didn’t fight, she was merely looking at you, wondering what you would do to her next. What you’d make her do.

Yes, there was no doubt to you now that her re-training was complete and she was ready to be added back onto the rotation. But the night was young and you were promised that you could have this filly until you were completely satisfied.

And griffins are never completely satisfied.

Traits, Post rehabilitation

~~Struggles~~
Obedient
Sensitive
~~Puts up a brave front~~
Deep throats
~~Hates to be choked~~
Enjoys to be choked

Loose Lips...

This industry has its fair share of issues that we have to deal with. Customers with loose tongues, foal acquisition, rivals muscling in on our business without care for safety or secrecy; we even sometimes get those who try to shut us down completely. One such attempt came from one of our own customers after being ejected from our premises, after he threatened the well being of one of our workers, 008. They had returned and asked to become a guard for the establishment, keeping the foals in their “Cells” as he called them. A crude word from a cruel stallion. We know he couldn’t be trusted so we made sure to keep an eye on him.

We knew that he was a member of the Canterlot Royal Guard before he was invited to the facility and that he had an incident with a minor who was a rape victim. He swore to protect the filly from her family and followed her home, promising that he was heading there to arrest them, but instead he did the opposite and joined in, scaring the filly for life. The foal never came forward after that, not knowing who she could ever trust.

However within days of us ejecting the stallion from our facility, he had been seeing Princess Luna, talking more with her in private. We soon learned that he had been attempting to pass information about our organisation to her, claiming he had a stallion on the inside ready to expose the whole thing and hand over an address, for a price. An obvious lie and no doubt Luna saw through it. She wasn’t a complete idiot like the stallion. Naturally this couldn’t be allowed to continue, and so plans were immediately made to silence this stallion.

During one of his night shifts, the stallion was taken out during a routine patrol, swapped out with our own changeling guards and taken to a local holdout in the city. Under interrogation, the stallion told us how much he relayed to the Princess, saying he was withholding more info waiting for a transfer of bits, which he planned to use to begin his own foal brothel on a private island, luring families over, taking their foals into his service and having the parents either work the island, or disposing of them with false stories of accidents and wild animal rampages decimating the whole family.

Not a terrible idea, but far too messy and guaranteed to backfire sooner or later. However, this plan of his was over the moment he crossed us, and so we disposed of him by “Wild animal rampage”.

Why are we telling you this? Simply as a history lesson. Those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it. And we don’t want to see such a horrible fate befall another.

However, because of all this, we learned that the Princess already knew too much and was now investigating ways to find our location.

And so, drastic measures had to be taken.

Sink Ships!

Dark clouds filled the abyss as bolts of lightning flashed in the distance. Luna scanned the area, looking for the colt who was trapped here but to no avail. These were strong nightmares indeed. Usually she could walk into the nightmares of foals and protect them, but here she felt helpless. Every cloud broken by her magic would just multiply, keeping her blind as to where she was in the dream.

A scream in the distance brought her attention to the right. A plea for help! The alicorn princess flew at top speed towards it, but a flash of lightning stopped her in mid flight, but this time, when the lightning struck, she saw an image. A bed, a stallion. What was he doing? She didn’t see anything else, not even the colt.

“Pipsqueak!” She called out. “Where are you? Do not be afraid, we have come to help!”

No response, the darkness was too thick to see anything now, and the clouds were so thick that it was nothing but a black fog now. Luna tried for one last spell to clear the area but the second she illuminated the spell, lightning struck her horn and she awoke from the dreamscape, her horn felt numb like that was real, preventing her from returning.

“Oh Pip. What horrors are you facing?”

The next morning, Luna walked with determination to the throne room to speak with her sister, it was time for action. Only, she didn’t know what to do. The dark blue Princess used her magic to open the throne room doors, revealing Celestia sitting on her throne and talking with staff about the early morning rotation.

“Sister, it happened again last night!” Luna said, calling out across the room.

Celestia asked the other ponies in the room to leave at once, which they did quickly. As soon as they were gone the white alicorn stepped down from her throne to speak with her sister.

“Luna, I understand that you’re frustrated that you cannot help with one of our subject’s nightmares, but you shouldn’t let that-”

“It’s not just his nightmares!” Luna snapped. “I’ve noticed numerous foals have been struggling recently. The nightmares are so dark that I cannot overpower them, even in my realm! And you know that only the most powerful magic can outmatch me in the dreamscape.”

Celestia moved closer to her sister.

“Have you spoken to the ponies in person? Maybe that will help shed some light on this?”

“We have spoken to our little ponies, face to face. They seem to have almost no concern for these nightmares and even show no signs that they are occurring, they all look well rested. We fear the worst. Something dreadful has happened to them, but we do not act, lest they know what I suspect and we lose our window of surprise.”

The white alicorn sighed and placed a hoof on her sister’s shoulder.

“Perhaps you’re right. However I sense no dark magic at work and I’m assuming you do not either?”

“There is something else, Sister.” Luna closed her eyes and looked away. “This might be connected. I have been informed of a foal-napping group working right here in Equestria.”

“A foal-napping group?” Celestia said, surprised, taking her hoof away. “Dear Luna, are you certain?”

“A stallion in our own guard informed me of this group's existence. He spoke of operatives inside our own ranks, working not just in Equestria itself, but right here inside Canterlot. He mentioned this to me just as I was beginning to notice how widespread these nightmares were becoming. And yet the affected foals are not the one’s missing. In fact, we’ve had no reports of missing foals.”

“You think he’s lying?”

“No. We clearly can tell he’s been speaking the truth, however we knew he was withholding information for his own gain, looking at profit for information. By the time we decided to give in to his demands, based on my theories with the nightmares, he no longer seemed to want to be forthcoming with his information, and thus we are debating whether to lock him up for interrogation or not, but perhaps he’s been compromised. Sister, we suspect foul play is ahoof in the Royal Guards.”

“Then I shall speak with the former Captain, Prince Shining Armor. He might know something that could help us to learn who he trusted or distrusted the most.”

Celestia walked away from Luna to prepare a letter, but then the door opened with a bang. Luna wondered who would dare enter the throne room when she and her sister were to be left alone? She then saw it was none other than ‘Prince’ Blueblood, as vile as that title felt to say when associated with such a stallion.

“AHH! Auntie! I bring the most terrible news!”

“Dear nephew, what is it?” Celestia asked as she turned around, a worried expression on her face. The unicorn stallion ran up between the two sisters, standing with his back to Luna and making the Princess of the night take a step back.

“Look at my face! I have crows feet!”

The stallion poked a hoof to his face and sure enough, the corner of his eye showed the tell tale
signs of aging.

“Oh goodness, Blueblood.” Celestia said, exasperated. “I’ve told you before that does not qualify as an emergency!”

“But I look atrocious! Can’t you use your magic? Please? Just ten months this time. Don’t want the staff talking, do we?”

Celestia looked like she really didn’t want to have to deal with this right now but felt the fastest way to be rid of him was to give the stallion what he wanted. The alicorn lit her horn up and encased the stallion in her golden aura as he smiled warmly. And then in a flash, the spell was cast and Blueblood immediately pulled out a mirror from the breast pocket of his suit to look at himself. His crows feet were gone and his face was a mask of divine beauty once again. Luna looked astounded.

“An age spell?” She said aloud to the revitalised stallion. He turned to look at her.

“Goodness, Auntie Luna! I didn’t even see you, forgive me! Were you talking to sweet Celestia?”

“Yes, dear nephew!” Luna said with spite. “And we’d like to finish our PRIVATE meeting, if you don’t mind.”

“Ah, of course. Fret not, I shan't take another moment of your time.” He then paused to look at the blue Alicorn. “You know, you should ask Auntie to take a few years off of yourself. Those bags under your eyes are so unbecoming of a princess.”

He then walked to the door with his head held high, leaving Luna slack jawed and stunned. The moment she recovered, she charged up a spell that could do untold damage to his face before Celestia stopped her sister silently and as he closed the door behind him.

“Arrogant, pompose imbecile!” Luna retorted under her breath. “He should have stayed in Yakyakistan.”

Celestia giggled at that comment.

“Yes, his ego is inflated to a point where even a pegasus cannot soar as high, but he is an excellent diplomat, and has had a good idea or two... Sometimes.”

Luna let her anger subside and turned to her sister.

“Yes, you’re right, he does. Perhaps you should use that age spell on me.”

Celestia laughed.

“Oh, dear sister, you look positively radiant, you don’t need-”

“No, I mean reduce my age to that of a foal. Make me look as young as a filly. I have just thought up a plan to allow these foal-nappers to find me and take me to their base where there’ve been taking the other foals. Unknown to them, I’ll still have my magic. I can subdue them all and rescue the ponies!”

“Luna…” Celestia sounded stunned. “But we don’t even know if any of this is true. We need more time and a better plan than this.”

“We are open to suggestions sister, however there are foals out there, alone and scared. If we don’t act now, they could be gone forever.”

“And we can’t send the royal guard because you believe they might be involved. What about the elements?”

“Twilight and her friends should be a backup plan. If I go missing, you are to tell the girls everything we know. I trust they’ll stop this, especially since three of them are closely affected. They just aren't aware of it yet, and I’d like to protect them as long as possible.”

Celestia’s concern showed on her face, but Luna was determined to do what she could to uncover this horrible scandal.

Luna brushed her mane out from her eyes. When she thought of this plan she hadn’t envisioned it taking this long. It was close to 2am in the morning and she was getting very impatient. Her unbrushed mane and disheveled look made her think she was a prime target for any bad ponies who might want to take advantage of her, and yet, nothing. In fact, she learned quite quickly that the elite in Canterlot would rather avoid a dirty, homeless filly than offer any help to her. Maybe her sister was right? Here she was in a filly’s body, her light blue mane hanging low in her eyes, no longer flowing with magic, her wings hidden under her cowl to hide that she was an Alicorn, and her legs were so much shorter than she was used to that she tripped a few times in the streets just walking about.

She had done everything to get the attention of seedy looking stallions, trying to make herself be noticed before walking to areas where she was guaranteed to be alone, yet nothing came of it. Even one stallion who had been watching her from behind his newspaper did very little. Luna had thought maybe if she sneakily flagged her tail up, shamefully allowing the stallion a peak at her underaged genitals, he’d follow her, but instead he had briskly walked off, his wings hanging low down his sides awkwardly. This plan wasn’t working, she’d been doing this all evening and night but nothing. Maybe she had to go outside Canterlot? Or maybe she was wrong and there weren't really any foalnappers?

She stood up from the cardboard box she was sitting inside and started to head towards the city gates, rethinking her plan as she went and remembering Celestia’s warnings.

~~~

“Now Luna, in this form, you’ll be a lot more vulnerable and your magic weaker, however, I’ve added a failsafe to the spell to return you to normal immediately. When you say this word, you’ll be an adult again.”

“What’s the word?” Luna asked.

“Gotcha.”

“Gotc-”

“No no! Don’t say it now, you silly filly!”

Both of them laughed together at that, but Luna was still not used to her voice being so small and high in pitch, the light blue filly stopped laughing and then looked up at the huge form of Celestia.

“Have you ever done this before, sister? Turn into a filly, I mean.”

“Maybe once or twice. Chef still believes that ‘Filly Tia’ is a student of mine.”

“The chef?” Luna asked, confused.

“Well, how else do I get myself an extra slice of cake for dessert when I’m supposed to be on a diet?”

They both laughed again but then after time, Celestia looked serious.

“Now Luna, remember the word, don’t put yourself in any unnecessary danger and don’t be ashamed if this doesn’t work, it’s just a rumor after all. We don’t know what’s really happening. I’ll be watching out for you from here. I love you, sister.”

“I love you too.”

~~~

Luna was brought out of her memory by the sounds of hoofsteps following along behind her, quickly speeding up their trot to catch up to her. Listening carefully, Luna could tell that this was a lean stallion based on the sounds of his hoofsteps. That or a heavy hooved mare.

This could be it. She thought to herself .

Now that the moment was here she was suddenly nervous. What if he attacked her? What if this stallion was just a warped sicko and raped her in an alley instead of abducting her? What if he wasn’t affiliated with this foal-napping ring and took her somewhere different. Luna now could see what her sister meant by this wasn’t a good plan. She could only do this once after all.

“Excuse me, young filly!” He called out to her. She stopped and took a breath. It was now or never. Luna turned to look at the stallion from under one of the Canterlot street lamps. He was wearing a brown hat and long trench coat of matching colour.

“W-what do you want?” She said, putting on her best scared voice.

“It’s late, shouldn’t you be home right now?”

“I don’t… I don’t have a home.” Luna said, trying to sound sad and lonely.

“You poor dear, you can’t be alone on the streets like this. Listen, there’s a Royal Guard on the next street. Maybe he can help you?”

One of the guards? Maybe he’s one of the insiders and these two are in on it together. This could work out great, she’d see the face of one of the insiders and be able to root them out easier once back at the castle.

The disguised Princess nodded, agreeing to go with him. He looked down at her as they walked side by side, not a word being spoken. The stallion then mentioned that she looked cold and took off his large trench coat.

This is it, she thought. He’s going to wrap me up in that and then carry me away while my limbs are trapped.*

This was the moment she’d have to be most careful, she'd have to struggle but not enough to escape him for this plan to work. However, things would escalate in a way Luna wasn’t prepared for. The sound of a slight pop from above went off and every lamp on the street simultaneously went out coating the street in darkness.

“What’s in the- Oof!” The stallion said before the sound of him being knocked to the wall could be heard in the dark.

Luna’s attention was then directed to the sounds of descending wings from above, one of which landed on top of her, pinning the filly to the floor and holding a hoof over her mouth. With the stallion holding her down like this, she couldn’t fight or even move. She could barely see what was going on. But since she’d spent so much time in the dark, her eyes quickly adjusted to see the outlines of the ponies around her. These were indeed pegasi, all in black and wearing ski masks to keep their identities hidden. They were pinning the stallion to the wall and choking him out, preventing the green stallion from calling out for help.

“Why’d you engage? This wasn’t part of the plan!” One of the ponies said angrily.

“You heard him. He was going to take her to the guards. If he did, our boss wouldn’t get the package and we’d have been screwed. Remember, she’s priceless.”

Priceless?! Luna thought. For a homeless filly? Unless… No! They couldn’t know!

“What do we do with him?” A third one spoke, a mare.

“We could replace him like we do the foals?”

“No, we know nothing about him and this was a no changeling operation. Just a single filly no one would notice missing.”

Changelings!? So my hunch was right! Pipsqueak, Scootaloo, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle. You really have been...

“We take him with us.” The lead stallion said. “We’ll let the boss decide his fate.”

Luna couldn’t place the voices of these ponies. She’d certainly never met any of them before, but whoever this ‘boss’ was, they were exactly the pony Luna wanted to be taken to.

“Sorry friend,” The foal-napping pegasi said to the stallion pinned to the wall. “You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” With that, the sound of a blunt object hitting him rang out, and Luna suddenly felt horrible. Could this poor stallion have actually just been trying to help her?

“Hurry and get them both into the cart. Somepony will be here soon to fix the lights.”

The stallion stuck a sack over Luna’s head, which she could tell was magically enchanted to block out all sight and sounds the moment it slipped over her head. Everything went eerily silent, even her own breathing was muted and she couldn’t see a thing, just inky blackness. However she could feel the ropes being tied around her hooves before she was being flown up into the air and unceremoniously dumped into a small crate. She now didn’t know where she was going, and that was a serious problem for learning the location of their hideout. However, if this was the only way for her to get to the boss, the plan was still in action.

Luna tried to relax her thoughts, to will herself into the dreamscape, however the sack on her head was blocking all of her magic and in her foal like state, she didn’t have the full power of her Alicorn magic anyway. No matter, she may not be able to talk to her sister about her progress but at least she was making progress. No doubt these pegasi were taking her directly to the place the missing foals had been taken. But then what? What was her plan? Change back the moment she touched down or wait until she found the foals? Assuming they were actually here.

The pegasi who had foal-napped her had confirmed that they had been taking foals, so all her information had been correct, and the fact they were using changelings to replace them confirmed her theory on why the foals she visited didn’t seem to be affected by the nightmares. They weren’t the one’s having them.

Luna felt the crate bounce harshly as it, she assumed, landed after being in the air for so long. Where were they? Had they arrived? The cart came to a stop almost instantly after touching down and suddenly, everything began to feel very uneasy for her. She sat and waited for any sign of movement, of disturbance to the crate she had been placed in but she felt nothing. Luna sat in silence for what felt like an hour yet still, nothing happened. Not the crate being carried, opened, or anything from the cart itself. She seemed to be completely alone, perhaps abandoned! Had the stallion's interference caused a problem and their kidnappers fled, leaving them both to die, trapped and alone? Luna decided she had waited long enough and started to struggle with her hooves, to try and break free from the bonds. They were tight and seemingly knotted together so well that only a knife could cut her free.

She tried instead to stand up. That seemed more doable. Rolling over, she pushed herself up from her chest and up to her hooves relatively easily, but as she did, she bumped the top of her head on the crate and suddenly knew how small this crate actually was. She could now mentally picture the crate she was in and felt along the top of it with her head, pushing up more, feeling where the lid was the easiest to lift up. It wasn’t locked, thankfully, and so when she opened the lid enough she poked her head out through the gap and then allowed its weight to press down on her. Then, sliding backwards, the hood she wore snagged on the closing lid and carefully let it slip till it was tight under her muzzle. The alicorn then raised her chin up, as it allowed the hood to slide off, returning the sight and sounds that she had lost. The first thing she noticed was how quiet it was, yet still loud compared to the deafening silence. The sounds of crickets in the grass and a calm wind shaking the leaves of trees were all she could hear around her. Luna held the lid open again with her head and sure enough, she could see she was in the back of an open top wagon and also there was another crate next to her. The stallion had to be inside of this one.

Luna looked around her surrounding area. She’d been left at the edge of a forest with open fields all around, but not a building in sight. Wherever this was, it certainly wasn’t close to Canterlot.

Luna gently lowered the lid and then used her horn to try and untie the ropes now that she could properly see them, but it wasn’t enough. The knot was too strong. She charged up her horn again and this time, concentrated her magic into a beam that, while small, was the equivalent of a magnifying glass creating a hotspot in the sunlight. She started to burn through the ropes with it and in no time the first bind snapped, loosening it enough to slip a hoof out, which gave her the room for all her hooves to come free.

Luna kicked the rope away and then lifted the lid again. Still clear and no guards. Had they actually abandoned them? Lifting the lid up far enough, she quietly crept out of the crate and went over to the other one. This one was bolted shut. She looked back at hers and saw it also had a bolt, but their abductors must have been in such a rush to leave Canterlot they never double checked it. Lucky break for her. Luna used her magic to open the latch and then the crate.

Inside, the stallion was still unconscious, wearing the hood that blocked out sight and sound. She quickly removed the hood with her magic and then using the same heat beam, she started to burn through his ropes.

“Wake up,” She whispered. “Please, you’ve got to wake up before they come back.”

The ropes were almost burned away when suddenly the lid slammed down, making Luna jump out of her fur and scurry away backwards.

“And what do you think you’re doing?!” It was one of the masked pegasi, he laughed out loud at her reaction as the filly quickly backed up against the crate. “This is what I love about you ground based ponies. You never look up to see if any pony is watching from the clouds. Not that you’d have seen me anyways.”

Luna quickly stood up.

“Where are we?” She said, demanding an answer.

“Does that matter? What you should be concerned about is... what’s going to happen to you.”

Seeing the lust in his eyes, Luna turned to run but the stallion quickly jumped onto her tail, stopping her in her tracks. She screamed as he grabbed and pinned her onto her back. A devilish smile on his face as he looked into the filly’s eyes. In a panic, Luna was just about to break the age spell on herself and return to normal when a voice called out.

“That’s enough!”

Immediately the stallion got off of her and stood at attention. Luna froze for a moment before scrambling to her hooves to look over where the voice had come from. Three other ponies were coming out from the edge of the forest. Two of them were still in black ski masks, hiding their identities, however the third one stood tall over the pair and he wasn't wearing a mask. He was a pure white unicorn with a blonde mane and a large body build. Luna’s jaw dropped.

It was Prince Blueblood!

“You’ll not be hurting her any further, you understand me.” He said, commandingly. Luna had never heard him so authoritative.

“Y-yes sir, I simply-”

“Oh be quiet.” Blueblood said, silencing the pegasus. The white unicorn then trotted towards the cart. “Are you hurt?” He said, addressing Luna.

Hurt? Is he actually concerned? Wait… Does he recognize me?! Luna had never seen Blueblood care about anypony beyond himself. But here, he seemed to be showing actual concern.

“W-where am I?” Luna asked, looking at the unicorn.

“One.” He said with a sigh, then straightened up. “You’re in a safe place where you’ll be spending some time with us. My team informed me that this stallion was trying to abduct you and they rescued you, just in time. No need to thank us.”

“Rescued me? You foal-napped me! He was taking me to get help!”

Wasn’t he?

“That’s so sweet of you to think that.” Blueblood said with a smile. “But no, we actually did you a favour. Who knows what this stallion might have done to you if we’d not stepped in.”

“Well I never asked to be TAKEN by you either!” Luna shouting, spitting as she did.

Blueblood wiped the accidental drop of spit from his cheek. Usually the stallion would have freaked out about that, but here, he seemed restrained. Was this the same pony?

“Two.” He said, shaking his head. Luna wondered what he was counting for, but that didn’t matter right now, she needed more important questions answered.

“What are you going to do with me? Tell me where we are!”

“Where? I told you, a safe place. No unwanted guests have ever crossed into our place of residence and no guests have left outside our control either. As for what we will do to you... That entirely depends on your attitude. See, you’ll be working for us from now on, earning your meals and your sleep time by satisfying our customers, pleasuring them in your bed, and helping them relieve their tension, making sure they leave, happy.”

Luna’s eyes widened. This was a filly prostitution ring?!

“In fact,” He continued. “You were supposed to be inside by now, safe in your new room before your training begins in the morning. However, this stallion complicated things and we had to make some arrangements. Skylar was supposed to watch you, and ONLY watch you. If we didn’t come back when we did, I fear we may have found you in a less… valuable state. Luckily, he’ll only be given a warning this time, else he might have shared the same fate as this stallion.”

Blueblood tapped the crate with the still unconscious stallion inside. Luna wasn’t sure what fate this stallion was going to succumb to, but she wasn’t going to allow it, nor was she going to allow Blueblood to continue this disgusting business. She’d finally found the ring leader.

“You monsters! You’ve been taking foals from their homes and forcing them to have sex with paying stallions?”

“And mares. And Griffins, Dragons... We don’t disparage our clients here.”

“And you’ve been replacing the foals with changelings too?”

“Mostly, though there have been one or two fillies that didn’t get that treatment.”

That’s all I needed to hear. Luna had him, a confession like that would have him rot in Tartarus for the rest of his life.

“Well, you know what I say to that!” Luna said, looking at the stallion smugly.

“Oh, do tell.” He said, with an equally smug look.

“Gotcha!”

Luna braced herself for the transformation. For her legs to grow longer along with her snout, her mane to return to it’s flowing grace, full of stars, and the world to shrink as she grew and towered over all the ponies around her, then in one fell swoop, she’d subdue them all with her magic.

But it never came. She looked around, nothing changed.

“Gotcha.“ She said again. “Gotcha! GOTCHA!” It wasn’t working.

“Well, that’s nice, but perhaps we should get you inside now. We’ve got a lot to do before dawn.”

With that, he signaled for the pegasi to surround her.

“GOTCHA!” Luna screamed, panic filling her body as they started to close in around her! Why wasn’t she changing back?

“But I have to say,” Blueblood continued, “Celly did a magnificent job. When I said you should trim a couple years off, I didn’t expect you to go this far. I just can’t wait for you to be added to the Catalogue... Auntie Luna.”

Luna’s eyes turned to pinpricks. He did recognize her! Was he always aware of her plan? Did he set this all up, just to trap her?! One of the pegasi darted in to grab Luna before she could react. Suddenly the crate next to her burst open, hitting the pegasus in the face, knocking them down. The stallion inside jumped out and onto Blueblood, wrapping the rope around the unicorns neck, choking him.

“FILLY, RUN!!” He shouted.

Luna jumped out of the cart and ran towards the forest's edge. One of the pegasi flew over to stop Luna while the other one jumped to Blueblood’s aid. Just as the pegasus mare landed in front of Luna, the alicorn fired her beam that she’d been using to burn the ropes directly at the mare, however the stress and panic caused the beam to be a lot more powerful than intended and when he connected with the mare’s face, it sent her spinning backwards to the ground screaming in pain. She held her eye in agony as the small princess ran into the forest as fast as she could, losing the cowl she was wearing in the process as the twigs caught it. Rather than unhook herself, she slipped out of it and left it behind.

The sounds of fighting could be heard behind her but she didn’t dare look back. She had to escape, she had to return to normal. She repeated the word ‘Gotcha’ over and over, saying it in multiple ways, mimicking her sister's voice, hoping to trigger it. Why wasn’t it working? Was there magic blocking it? Was this entire area enchanted? Whatever it was, she had to keep running, she had to get help to contact her sister.

She ran for minutes but seemed to only get more lost as time went on. She had to stop and catch her breath. She’d barely stood still a second before she heard the sounds of the pegasi shouting orders from above the trees. The mare was with them and she sounded incredibly angry. Luna would be angry too in that mare’s position. The trio split up in different ways with one of them going straight down and landed very close to her, one of the stallions. He was looking carefully between all the trees in the dark as he shone a bright light, looking for her.

Luna wasn’t sure what to do. She might have had the advantage if she had full use of her magic, but she didn’t. And she couldn’t fly away either, they’d spot her easily. Luna doubted she’d be able to hit this one with a shot as lucky as she did the mare.

“Princess Luna...” He called out, sing song like. ”We know you're out there. Come on out and make this easier on yourself.”

He was coming closer to her tree, but she couldn’t move. The leaves would give away her position if she even fidgeted. He inched closer, mere feet away now from her. If he listened, he could probably hear the beating of her heart in her throat. Maybe she could get the jump on him if she waited for the pegasus to get close enough and then try to shoot his eye point blank. Closer and closer he got and she knew she had to make the first move and make it now. She prepared to cast her spell.

Just then a branch snapped in the distance and the stallion turned to follow it, running off at speed. Luna breathed a sigh of relief and then slumped down against the tree, thanking what she could only assume was the wildlife making that noise.

“Three.”

Luna looked up to see a huge hoof come crashing down across her head and horn, knocking her to the floor with a pained scream. Everything was spinning and Luna was seeing stars before her eyes. Her body felt so sluggish that she couldn’t even move her hooves to defend herself as another blow knocked the wind out of her as it collided with her stomach. She yelled out and coughed as she saw the white hooves of Blueblood standing over her.

“You didn’t answer my question...”

He gave her another punt to the chest, causing her to yell out rolling away from the tree.

“You spit on me...”

Again he hit her, hard to the side of her face this time, and then lifted her head off the floor by her mane.

“And then you made me get my hooves dirty.” Luna raised her hooves to her mane, trying to make him let go as she struggled weakly. Her lip had been busted open. “Also you tried to run away.” The stallion let her go and Luna collapsed to the floor. “You’re on punishment detail from now on, Luna, until you’ve learned your place. And since you’re a tough mare with a strong mind just inside a filly’s body, I imagine that’s going to take a long, long time.”

Blueblood stood directly by her head, standing tall over her as she could no longer defend herself.

“Welcome to your new home, little filly!”

With that he pulled his hoof back and punted Luna with such force, that everything went black.

XXY - Princess Luna, No More

“I’ve seen better organised Griffins than you lot. You’re all just lucky she didn’t get away.”

“We’re sorry, this wouldn’t have happened if-”

“I don’t wanna hear your excuses! This operation was handled sloppily and it jeopardised our entire operation. You’re lucky I’m even giving thought to your request.” Blueblood had been shouting at his team for about ten minutes now. Finally he took a moment to pause before speaking again. “Usually we leave this to the professionals, but considering Violet’s injury, which should serve as a warning and nothing else, I’m feeling generous.”

You can only imagine what the request was as you couldn’t see a thing right now. The blindfold over your eyes blocked out any vision but you could still hear everything. Why hadn't they used the sack over your head this time? Maybe they wanted you to hear them. You had just woken up to hear the sounds of Blueblood screaming at the others, chewing them out for a badly done job.

However... the job had been done.

You could feel the cold steel of manacles around all four of your legs, each pulled tightly leaving you spread eagled as you hung from whatever this flat surface was. Was it like a rack designed to stretch the pony's limbs until the shoulders and hips dislocated or something else? You try not to move and instead assess the whole situation. Four ponies behind you, no doubt Blueblood was talking to the pegasi. The three of them sounded like they had their backs to the wall, while Blueblood paced in front of them.

“You know I don’t tolerate such sloppy mistakes. One more screw up, and all three of you will be finding yourselves joining our friend in the woods!”

Immediately you feel your heart stop. What had they done to that stallion who tried to help you escape? Your body stiffens up, thinking of the horrible things they probably could have done with him making one of the looser chains clink together below you. The sound made Blueblood stop his shouting and brought his attention towards you.

“It seems she’s awake.” One of the pegasi said.

The sounds of one pair of hoofsteps came closer, you could hear blueblood next to you now.

“Luna.”

“That’s Princess Luna to you, Kurr!” You shout. “Let me go, at once! If you do, maybe there will still be a chance for you to keep yourself in one piece after they turn you to stone!”

The stallion laughed.

“Oh, dear Luna,” He said in his hoity voice “Such foul language for such a small filly!” He added a little bile with his last words, mocking the fact you were unable to return to your adult self.

Suddenly you felt the blindfold being removed and you have to close your eyes against the burning lights. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the glow of the candlelight, but once you can see you notice in front of you is a large mirror. The first thing you saw in it was yourself. You, a full grown Alicorn mare trapped inside of a small filly’s body and chained to a slanted table. Your light blue mane was a mess, you lower lip with dried blood on it, wings strapped to the table by leather belts, and your hind legs spread so wide that you could clearly see your young fillyhood exposed. You wanted to cover yourself up with your tail but it wasn’t moving. It felt like it was being filtered through a hole in the table and pinned onto the other side.

“Look at yourself, Luna. Young, beautiful. Stallions will come from all over Equestria, maybe even further for the chance to take a shot at the young, underaged, alicorn pussy.”

“You’re disgusting, you creep!” You shout at Blueblood. “My sister will come for me!”

“Hmm? Well I’ll be sure to let you know personally when she does. Wouldn’t it be a wonderful sight, the two of you together in this room. I know the Boss would love it!”

“The boss? Wait, aren’t you the boss?” You asked, confused.

“Me? Oh goodness no. Well, kinda. I’m in charge, but I work for a higher power. I just keep this place running, acquire the assets, bring in the customers, and make sure that the err... wrong ponies,” He touches your cheek gently as he says that. “Don’t interfere with our operations. I make sure the subordinates are well paid too and that the foals are well looked after. Also I make sure the troublemakers are properly punished.”

You suddenly remember about the pony who tried to help you.

“What happened to the stallion you took with me?” You ask, demandingly. “What have you done with him?!”

“Oh, don’t worry. We didn’t hurt him too badly. He was still alive when we last saw him. We were even nice enough to give him a candle before going our separate ways. I wonder if he chose to put it out and spend his last hours in darkness, or if he left it burning? Originally, for your punishment I was thinking of having you join him. I still might, depending on how this morning goes. Yes, Luna. The sun has been up for a while now. Not that you can tell down here anyway. Why, I’d dare say we’re deeper underground than your stallion friend is. Do you think that stallion knows that candles burn oxygen?”

You look at Blueblood horrified.

“Tell me, Luna. Alicorns are supposed to be immortal, right? So if you both shared the same crate, would you both suffocate or would you keep on living while watching him die as his air slowly runs out. Do you think, knowing that he was going to die, that he’d rape you until his last dying breath?”

“YOU’RE SICK!” You scream out as you try to charge up your horn to blast him with all your strength. However, instantly you feel a jolt of pain in your head, leaving you with a horrible headache. You screw up your eyes in pain and try to grab your head, but your hooves go nowhere.

“Uh ah ah. You can’t be using any of your magic while this is bolted to your horn.”

Blueblood moved your mane to the side. You looked at the mirror and at the base of your horn, you could see an antimagic ring had been secured to your horn.

“I don’t think I need to explain what that’s going to do if you try to use magic again, do I?”

“You’ll never get away with this! You’re sick, you’re all sick!“ You shout as Blueblood waves a hoof in the air. “Celestia will find me! And when she does you’ll all be banished for an etern-”

Suddenly something was forced into your mouth. A hard metal ring between your teeth was being strapped around the back of your head and pulled so tight that your mane was caught in it and being pulled tight constantly. You looked in the mirror and saw the Pegasus mare without her mask. She had an orange mane and a light purple fur coat. She also had a bandage wrapped over one of her eyes.

“Thank you, Violet.”

The white unicorn then walked up to the mirror, looking at himself as you yourself tried to twist your head, pulling at your own mane to try and pull it free, to make it more comfortable but to no avail.

“Okay, I’ve decided. Violet, she’s all yours for the night. Punishment detail will commence the moment I leave the room.” He then focused on you while still looking in the mirror. “Luna, what comes next doesn’t stop until you submit. The last filly we punished was an actual foal and we were careful not to break her body... too much. She’ll be able to walk again, with therapy. You, however, are an alicorn. We don’t know how much punishment your body can take. But believe me, this mare is going to find out.”

The pegasus, Violet, looked down at you with a cruel smile on her face.

“Luna, you pushed me to my limit faster than any filly before. Most cry, beg, struggle. But not you. You’re a vulgar, violent, entitled adult. A princess who’s lived over a thousand years,” He turned to face you. “But now… now you’re property. You’re going to be rehabilitated to think you're a filly, to act like a filly, to please all your customers like a filly, like all the foals here! Even if we have to break you to do it.”

You start to panic, realising that he’s serious, and you can do nothing but watch as he turns to leave the room. You start to struggle, trying to get free as the white unicorn opens the door and dramatically looks back at you for just a moment, smiling before slamming the door shut and locking it behind himself.

“You’re all mine, you little bitch.” Violet says, bringing your attention to her. “After what you did to my eye, I’m going to enjoy listening to your screams of agony!” The two other stallions stood on either side of the mare, both with huge grins on their faces. “Let’s get started!”

You watch as the mare besides you pulls on a level that you hadn’t noticed before, attached to the side of the table, causing it to unlock and fall back into a flat position like a normal table. You could no longer see yourself in the mirror, only the cold stone ceiling and the upper halves of the walls surrounding you. You were truly trapped with no exit other than the door which you could only assume was only unlockable from the outside.

“I see you eyeing the door!” Violet said. “If you’re thinking of how to get out of here, forget it. None of us are leaving this room until our boss decides they’ve seen enough.”

She nodded her head towards the mirror. You realise, obviously, that that’s a two way mirror and whoever this boss is would be watching everything as it happens. The pink mare then headed over to the side of the room to a small table that had a black cloth over. She then tore away the cloth and underneath was all kinds of instruments that filled you with fear. Potion vials, bottles, whips, metal rods, clamps, needles filled with who knows what, and most strange of all, a machine with a yellow lightning bolt warning symbol on it.

“Skylar, lube her up!” She said, giving one of the stallions a bottle.

This pegasus was the one you had first seen after getting out the crate. A piss yellow stallion with a short black mane that might have hurt you before blueblood stopped him, now, no one was going to. You watched him unscrew the bottom and squirt a load of the slimy substance onto his hooves. You were no foal, you knew lubricant when you saw it. You struggle and scream through the O ring piece in your mouth to not dare touch you as he reaches down between your legs aiming at your young body’s fillyhood. You shudder in disgust as he makes contact, violating your underaged snatch with a hoof, rubbing the lube around and getting it deep between your petals and not being gentle about it, roughly rubbing against your genitals as if trying to get you off.

He kept rubbing and rubbing as you rocked your head from side to side, telling him to stop, but your body was starting to react due to his efforts. Your breathing was getting quicker, stomach lurching from disgust, and yet… that pleasure was there and you had to repress your moans, lest you give him the satisfaction of knowing your body was betraying you and enjoying it. You couldn’t deny how long you’ve been wanting a stallion to touch you down there, just you and a lover fondling each other in the dead of night with no one around. But being a princess meant you had to work all the time, sleeping during the day, working by night, you only ever got to meet with boring delegates and ponies that would always fall to the fall and bow in your presence, unable to see you past your title. The royal guards who wouldn’t speak casually with you either, and those that did obviously saw you as a meal ticket to power!

You’d not been with a stallion since that long one thousand years on the moon. Before you changed to Nightmare Moon. There was one stallion when you were younger, smaller. Not filly small, of course. You were almost the same height, though he was much stronger and would treat you like a mare rather than a Princess. You and he had the most intimate nights together. But that was before you... changed. He was gone now, the last stallion you gave yourself to, and now this sick foal molester was touching you in that most intimate place!

The other stallion then appeared over your head as you laid flat on your back. This one was grey with a long blue mane, and he was looking down at you with hunger in his eyes.

“Aww, I think she likes it. Hey Velvet, you mind if I…?” he asked, addressing the mare.

“Whatever.” The mare called out, still fiddling with the other table. “You’ve not got long though.”

“Don’t worry.” Skylar chuckled, rubbing his hoof against your pussy in circles. “Silverwing doesn’t need long.”

“Hey, screw you. At least I get this bitches throat cherry.”

You look up at the stallion above you and realise his position over the table, and the erection along his belly.

“Throat cherry? Ha! This bitch is over a thousand years old. I bet she’s sucked more cocks than you’ve nutted onto your own hoof!”

“Heh, not as a filly, she hasn’t!” He responded as his cock twitched.

You shake your head and moan for him to stop, but you can’t do anything as his wings come beneath him, both holding your head steady while he aims his huge cock at your mouth. You keep telling yourself it just looks big because you're smaller now but that didn’t change the fact that this stallion was about to violate your mouth with it and maybe worse. You could feel his shaft pushing against the ring in your mouth as it slipped inside your forced open maw. You moved your tongue, trying to avoid him but all that did was make it flick and stroke against it repeatedly.

“Oh shit, you guys. This thirsty bitch is just slobbering all over my cock!” He said with a laugh which the others joined in on.

At that point you stopped trying to avoid him, clearly it was making it more pleasurable for the stallion and you didn’t want to give this sicko the satisfaction. He started rubbing his cock against your tongue over and over as he pushed up into your mouth. He was moaning in satisfaction, constantly whispering to himself how good your small tongue felt, like the sick depraved freak he was. The taste was horrible too, this whole violation felt completely wrong and gross. The stallion at your fillybits was still rubbing away as you squirmed, trying to get free from the chains. You knew it was hopeless, but you would never give them the satisfaction of giving up, lying there and taking it. You’d fight them all the way.

Suddenly the stallion in your mouth pushed deeper and went down into your throat in one hard jab. Your airway was instantly cut off and you could only panic as he choked you with his cock, sliding it back and forth in short jabs without removing it. His musky balls kept swinging and hitting your nose with each short thrust as your eyes bulged with desperate need to breath. He kept thrusting in short, quick bursts, like a dog in heat and moaned as he salivated over you. You even felt a drip of his spit land on your chest.

“Aww, dude. That’s just nasty!” Skylar said aloud, rubbing as rough as he pleased now against your cunt.

“Alright, that’s enough.” The mare said, walking back over to you.

The stallion rubbing the lubricant over your genitals backed off, but the stallion in your throat didn’t. The mare seemed to be in no hurry to pull him out your throat though as she wheeled something heavy that banged against the table. You couldn’t focus anymore after that. Your lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen and everything was slowly going dark as you lost the strength to struggle. Everything was now starting to fade.

XXY.2 - Princess Luna, No More (cont.)

Author's Note

WARNING: The following may contain scenes too graphic for certain readers.

This is a continuation of the previous chapter and can be completely skipped without losing any plot for the story. This divide was made by my personal choice because I understand that some ppl DO have limits and I wanted to give you the chance to avoid or enjoy.

In this chapter, Luna will be subjugated to Electrical torture of the genitals, Urethra insertion and a Watersports related aftermath.

IF this is something you'd not like to see, Click Next and proceed to the next chapter. If you're okay with this, then by all means, please enjoy!

XXY.2 - Princess Luna, No More (cont.)

Suddenly you felt the stallion's cock pulled harshly from your throat, followed by a banging against the door.

“What are you trying to do? Kill her?!” Skylar shouted. “There’s no point in any of this if you’re just going to suffocate her with your damn dick. Get it together.”

You barely heard a word of that as you felt bile in your mouth, coughing and gagging as you almost threw up on yourself from the stallion triggering your gag reflex. It hurt to inhale, but you gasped hungrilly for more air as you slowly recovered, struggling to breath through your mouth with the ring holding your jaw open. Suddenly you felt a sharp pinch right on your genitals as the mare did something to you. You squealed out in pain, as the pinch felt like something with sharp teeth biting down on you. Another pinch, this time it was on the other side. Violet was attaching something cold and sharp to each side of your labia. You couldn’t see what it was from your position, until the mare raised up the table a little bit more so you could properly see the mirror, clearly because she wanted you to see what was happening. Your heart stopped as you saw two small crocodile clips had been attached to your very wet pussy lips and each clip had red and blue wires attached which were connected to a small machine next to your table.

“Remember when you shot me in the face?” The pink mare said. “It felt like I was being stabbed in the eye! You have any idea how much that hurts?!” She turned a dial on the machine. “Well, I can’t exactly stab out your eye as payback, but maybe making you feel something excruciatingly painful will help me feel better. At least for now.” She switched the power on and the device hummed to live. You knew what was coming. You shook your head desperately, begging the mare not to do this, that you were sorry! But she wasn’t in the mood for apologies.

There was another crackle of the machine and then with a flick of a switch you heard a pop before feeling and agonisingly painful and sharp electrical current shoot out of the clips, assaulting your pussy, spreading all over your vulva, where the lubricant had been spread and pushed into your vagina. The shock continued to spread up into you and had you thrashing and convulsing. The pain was so bad you let out a scream that wouldn’t stop until the machine itself was turned off, leaving you limp on in your bonds and your pussy feeling like it had been hit with a baseball bat. You gasped for breath through the o ring and the painful aftershocks in your whole body left you numb, feeling only the tinglings of pain.

“Well I’m glad to see that this thing actually works. I was worried it wouldn’t do much but it seems to have surpassed my expectations. I thought maybe you’d jolt, yell and scream, but I didn’t think it would have this kind of effect. I thought I’d have to go to more extreme measures to make you scream.” Violet announced. She then held up a small rod and grinned evilly. “Fuck it, I went to all the trouble of learning how to use this thing, might as well see what it can do. And how much punishment an alicorn cunt can take before blacking out.”

The small metal rod she held was pushed up against your wet cunny and rubbed up and down, trying to make it as wet as possible before she did whatever her plan was. You begged her not to do it, only imagining what that thin rod would do to you, pushed into your vagina. Your pleas fell on deaf ears though as the others all grinned staring solely at your genitals as the purple mare pressed the tip of the rod against your petite folds, she poked it into your vagina just a tiny bit and it already felt cold and a little painful, but then she pulled it away. Did she reconsider? Did someone you couldn’t see tell her to stop? Suddenly your eyes shot open in panic and watched in horror as the mare pushed against the entrance of your urethra! You screamed in desperate panic and fought with renewed strength as she began to push the rod inside. The cold slick rod was painfully uncomfortable entering into the tiny hole, causing your whole body to freeze up as it went deeper inside you. The pressure and sensation had you hyperventilating as more and more of it pushed inside you until it collided with the inside of your bladder, but she kept pushing as you screamed until the mare was certain it could go in no further..

In all your thousands of years, you’d never seen or even heard of ponies being this cruel, and these three were even enjoying it. The stinging, burning sensation was utterly agonizing and you felt like if this was an interrogation, you might have considered giving them what they wanted. But this wasn’t an attack on canterlot, nor were they interested in getting information from you. This was torture for the sake of breaking your mind until you gave in to their demands. The mare then attached another crocodile clip to a small metal hope at the end of the rod. Realising her plan you frantically shake your head from left to right calling out to them.

“‘Lease, ‘on’t ‘o ‘his!! ‘Ou ‘in!” You plead through the gag ring. “I’ll ‘o any’hing ‘ou say! Any’hing!!”

“Sorry, what did you say?” The mare chuckled. “You’re gonna have to speak a little louder that that. Here, let me help.” The mare flicked the switch on to the little box with a wing and grinned.

Pain, unlike anything you’d ever felt before shot up through your body as the electric current not only shocked your genitals like before, but with the metal rod that went up into your bladder, the electricity caused you a deeper, agonising pain that you felt all the way up the rest of your body, locking every muscle rigid, so much so that you couldn’t even scream for the first second before a ear piercing scream ripped from your throat as the agony increased ten fold and your body convulsed so violently that you ripped a few hair from the base of your tail, as your hips pulled away from the table. You had never experienced something like this in your life and your strongest thought was to let it kill you. Let it please end your suffering. The electrical torture to your pussy had made blind you with pain as you continued to thrash and scream again and again. There was nothing you could do as you hung from the chains attached to the table, and slowly the screams started to fade as you no longer had the ability. The pain seemed to go on forever before a shout of “Stop” ended the torture..

“The fuck is wrong with you?!” Skylar shouted at the mare. “If you kill her, Blueblood will have our heads!”

“Oh relax, she’s an alicorn. They are made to be tougher than the average pony.”

“Adult ones, yes. But she’s just a filly.”

“Listen, I know what I’m…” The mare trailed off as the sound of something splashing onto the floor drew their attention.

Turning to look, they watched as you voided your bladder all down the table and onto the floor, spraying against the metal rod and sprinkling in multiple different directions. The whole experience had left you completely numb, in body and in mind. You barely registered their conversation, nor the tortured filly in the mirror. Tears fell from your eyes as you silently cried, breaking your will. There was nothing you could do. You then closed your eyes and soon passed out from it all.

The Confession

Dark clouds of nightmares swirled around you. Looking around you called out.

“Hello?” Your voice was deeper and echoed around. It stunned you for a moment. Looking at your hooves you saw how long your legs were. You were an adult again, back in your own, full sized body.

“Luna…” A quiet voice called out. Looking up you saw Celestia was standing across from you.

“Sister!“ You call out. “We are so happy to see you! Is this...?” You turn to look at the clouds as they shoot lightning bolts at the ground.

“The dream realm, yes. It took quite a bit of effort to get you here.”

“Tia! I need your help. The age spell, it cannot be undone! What has happened? It the spell wrong. Please I need it to-”

“Yes, dear Luna. I’m aware of the situation and I know what prevents you from changing back. The dark magics you see around us block any magic that isn’t directly connected to it.” Celestia said, not taking her eyes from her sister.

“And the foalnappers! I know who’s behind it all! it’s Blue-”

“Blueblood. Yes... I know.”

You step back, surprised. The white alicorn was now looking down at the floor.

“Y-you know? How?!”

“Luna… Why couldn’t you have just stayed away!” Celestia said, sounding heart broken.

“Sister? What is-” You try to take a step towards her, but the sound of a metal clink echoes from behind you as something pulls tight on your back left leg. Looking back, you see chains wrapped around it. “Is this…”

“You have no idea what i’ve been through, Luna. When you became Nightmare Moon and I had to banish you... You broke me! I had to find some way to coap. And now you return and immediately you are in my way again! Well… at least this way I won’t lose you completely this time.”

“Tia… No! No, it’s not true!” You shout with disbelief.

“I wanted to keep this from you until we were ready and bring you in on this later so we could work together, two sisters sharing a fun bonding activity unlike any other! I’m sure you would have enjoyed it. As soon as I heard Pipsqueak was taken, I immediately thought of you. I was thinking maybe I could give you the colt as a gift, your own little foal to have like my first. I had hoped that once he had been fully trained and showed you the true pleasures of this world, you would join us! But you had already gone behind my back and made plans to rescue him. I had no choice but to stop you. You wouldn’t listen to reason anymore!”

“To reason?!” You shout, your voice squeaking. You look down at yourself, trapped in your filly body again. You turn to Celestia who now is much closer and towering over you.

“Luna… ever since you were gone I always felt so alone. So angry, hurt, upset and stressed. Doing the work of two princesses and losing a sister was too much for me. I-I-I needed something! Then one night a young filly found her way into my life. Young, cold and alone. She had no family and we found her sneaking food from the royal kitchen. Of course, she was to be punished but… she looked just like you. Her name was Midna. I took her in and looked after her, fed her, cleaned her. After a particularly stressful day, she came to my bed chambers and said she knew how to help. Turned out she was a very sexually active filly before she came to me, her past was filled with abuse but she told me that was the only good part, until I took her off the streets. She wanted to help me, like I had helped her. Our night together was nothing short of passionate, erotic, the forbidden taboo of an underage foal drove me crazy. It grew to a point where I needed it.

“Decades later I found myself wanting another little filly or colt. After she was gone I needed that relief that no stallion or mare could provide! I’d become obsessed with it. I adopted a foal from the orphanage with no history, no knowledge of where they came from and told them that they were a descendant of you, my sister. The foal would spend their days in luxury, riches and surrounded by the love of all the ponies near and far, living as my niece or my nephew.

“However, the foals would spend their nights in my bedchambers where I would relieve my stress on them, enjoying the delights of their foalhood. Many of the children didn’t like it at first, and some even fought and thus needed to be properly disciplined to a point where I can trust them in the public eye once again. I got really good at it over the last one thousand years, Luna.”

Celestia’s confession to you was far too much for you to comprend. She’d been doing this for a millenia?!

“B-but I came back! Why are you continuing to do this?! I could have helped you!” You shout, fighting the chains that were now locked around all four hooves.

“I too thought with you back I wouldn’t need to continue with the niece and nephew charade and when I told Blueblood that he would be the last foal I would need to adopt, he understood and said he was glad to have been his last. However he and I spoke of the financial crisis Equestria was facing with the constant monster attacks, invasions, and all the destruction that followed, ever since you returned. I know that’s not your fault, but it all happened within the short span of a year and the royal treasury was now dwindling, almost bankrupting our nation. Blueblood then suggested the foal brothel, where creatures from across the world could sample the most forbidden fruits for the highest prices. He was the only one I trusted to fulfil this plan without any more input from myself. He had first hoof experience with how I treated my foals, my techniques for discipline and knowledge from the last thousand years. The foals would be looked after, the parents wouldn’t know their foals were gone. We’ve even started taking foals out of unsave homes for their safety.”

“SAFETY!?” You spat, outraged. “You’re raping them Celestia! Raping and torturing them!”

“Only the bad ones. They have all learned to behave quickly enough. The majority of foals I’ve been with over the centuries have all loved it.”

“You broke those foals! You’re sick if you think they actually enjoyed it!” You say, defiantly. “You have to stop this! The ponies here, they are going to kill me!”

“NO!” The white towering alicon shouts, spreading her wings. “They will not kill you! No foal has ever been allowed to die again. Not after Midna!” Celestia looked close to tears “M-my orders are simple. You are to be trained, you are to be made obedient, and you are to be kept alive at all costs until you’re ready.”

“R-ready? For w-what?”

“To be mine. My filly, in my bed chambers, to be kept young and beautiful! You’ll pleasure me every night, surrender to my passion and give yourself utterly to me. And you’ll never grow old! Isn’t that wonderful? Maybe you could even help me with foreign diplomatic relations? Oh, have you ever seen a yak’s girth before Luna? It’s almost too big for me, so I’m not sure if an alicorn filly could take something like that. Oh! We absolutely should find out!” She said, almost giddy with desire to experiment.

Tears start to fill your eyes, as the darkness begins to envelope you more. She was enjoying this. She knew you were suffering but didn’t care as long as the end result was she’d have a foal to rut for as long as she lived!

“This isn’t you, sister.“ You say weakly, breaking down. “You’re not the Tia I know and love.”

“Ahh, don’t worry so much. Just give in Luna. Give in to your new life and you can come home.”

“I would rather DIE!!” You scream as loud as you can at her and then close your eyes, unable to even look at your sister anymore. The mare shook her head sadly.

“Our time is up here.” Celestia then leaned in close and kissed you on the lips, leaving you stunned before she pulled away. “Goodbye Luna. The next time we meet, you’ll be a different filly, and I can’t wait to meet her.”

Without another word, the darkness completely surrounded you and dragged you down into the depths of the nightmares. You screams echoing as they rang out into the abyss.

Celestia opened her eyes and looked through the glass panel into the room where the three pegasi were currently gang raping her sister on the table. She had been unchained while she was unconscious, but a moment later Luna awoke, brought out of the dream state and began to scream all over again as all the abuse her body took while she was out registered in her brain all at once.

“Auntie, are you okay?” Blueblood asked, standing next to the alicorn mare.

“I-She…” Celestia let out a sigh. “Yes, Blueblood. I’m fine.”

Celestia watched as the stallion lying under her sister with his dick in her ass thrust rapidly into her. The stallion on top took hard deep pounding thrusts into her pussy as the pegasus mare was flying over the filly’s face removing the O ring. Once it was out, she landed on top of her, crushing the filly between her thighs and the stallion under her as the light purple mare grinded her cunt into Luna’s face, making sure to squeeze her head with her thighs, muffling her screams.

“I cannot watch anymore. Not when it’s my own sister. Just… just tell me when she’s ready.”

“Don’t worry, Princess,” The chirpy voice of Cozy Glow said from beside Blueblood. “We promise I’ll make sure she learns to enjoy herself.”

Celestia smiled at the energetic young foal.

“I can see why Blueblood likes you so much. You know, you would be a wonderful filly to have added to the family.”

“Golly, you really think so?” The little pegasus said, flying up to Celestia’s eye level. “You know, if you ever wanna come back for some fun, I’d love to see you.”

Celestia smiled, but it quickly fell as she looked back to Luna as she weakly struggled to fight. Then a moment later, the mare teleported out of the room.

“She loves her sister, you know?” Blueblood said, looking at the spot Celestia vanished from. “I fear she might not be able to let this go on for too long, and if she gets cold hooves, I might lose everything that we’ve worked so hard to create.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine waiting a little while.” The pink pegasus said confidently, landing in front of the stallion.

“And Luna’s not a filly, so these techniques might not even work. We could be wasting our time here.“

“Well then, we’ll just have to think of a plan B. Get her a Real Alicorn filly!”

“You mean…?“ Realisation dawned on Blueblood’s face and Cozy looked up at him with a coy smile. “Perhaps. But that’s a dangerous play, it could hold severe consequences if we fail. I don’t think we’d even be able to get close to the baby.”

“Aww, you just leave that up to me! And besides,” The pegasus jumped up to the windows ledge and looked into the room with a cruel grin plastered over her face as she watched the blue alicorn filly grow limp between the three pegasi. “We’ve got a new toy to break in.”

005 - Strawberries and Cream

005 - Coconut Creme

You raise your head and look out into the restaurant as more ponies start to come inside. You groan slightly to yourself as it was almost closing time, but now you’ve gotta cater to these late comers. Luckily your co-worker was already walking over to them to show them to a table and take care of them. All the ponies who came to this restaurant were always dressed up in fine suits and dresses, showing off their prim and proper Canterlot elite looks, but you know that each and every one of them had an ugly side to them, in one way or another. Sure, this was a three hooves standard restaurant and that meant elite cuisine, but unlike any other restaurant, the reason that most of the ponies walked through those doors, and what made this place so special, were the desserts.

Out the corner of your eye, you saw at table six that the stallion and his date had finished their main course and were now looking for their hostess. Scooping up a pen and notepad in your magic, you head over to the pair, putting on your best smile.

“How are you both doing? All finished for the night? How were your meals?” You ask politely, taking their plates away as the stallion visually gives you the all clear to take them.

“It was simply delightful! My dear lady and I are simply enchanted by your chef’s fabulous cooking.” The stallion said happily. He seemed like a polite gentle-stallion. Not the typical snobbish type you were used to.

“I’ll be sure to pass on your compliments.” You say just as happily, “Can we get you two anything else for tonight?”

“Oh, we’d very much like to see your dessert menu, if you please?”

Without a word, you simply materialise a pair of menus and float them into their hooves.

“Would you like a moment to decide? I can come back if you would like some time to discuss?”

“No, no my dear, we won’t be but a moment. I have a strong desire for something already and I wanted to- Ah ha! Yes, the Sweet Strawberry Surprise! My favourite, don’t you know, dear.”

He waggled his eyebrows to his date who smiled at him before returning to look at her own menu. This mare seemed the silent type, speaking only in whispers. She then learned over to the stallion and spoke to him quietly, barely audible to yourself.

“Splendid!” The stallion said loudly, before returning to his normal volume, turning back to face you. ”She too would like the strawberries, but would like the thicker assortment of cream squirted over it, if you know what we mean, while I myself would like mine just to be coated in the sauce that gives it that extra sweet taste.”

“I understand perfectly, please do give me a moment and I’ll return to you soon.”

“Excellent. Do take your time, dear. We understand that these things take a while, and as you know, anticipation makes the heart grow fonder!” He said with a chuckle.

You turn away from the pair with a polite nod and head into the kitchen. The moment the door closes behind you, your faux smile disappears. Customers came in many types in this place. The ones who joked, the snooty ones, the ones who talked too much, the aggressive ones who made overbearing demands; but there was always a constant. If a customer chose a dish labelled “Sweet Surprise”, it meant they wanted something special. Sure the customer could request any food item along with it, but looking at the menu was usually just an act. Customers like those two already knew what they were getting.

As you walked through the kitchen, you used your magic to scoop up ten strawberries from the fridge and a pair of plates off the side, dividing the little fruits up evenly between the two. You then walked out the back and into the store room.

While the menu had many rich, exotic desserts to choose from; Cakes, pastries, ice cream, etc. It also had an option much lower on the menu and far more expensive to put off an average customer from looking at it twice. For if they chose the expensive dessert option, that was just code for one thing. They were here to indulge in their depravities.

You stop in front of a large walk-in freezer and look around to make sure there was no one there that wasn’t supposed to be. After making sure it was clear, as per your given instructions, you then spoke the passcode to the freezer door which pulsed blue and then opened by itself. The freezer door was enchanted so that anyone who physically opened it, would find an ice cold freezer with food in it. But if you spoke the words in Equestrian Fancy “Ouvert Pour Moi” it would become an entrance to a soundproofed room hidden under the restaurant.

This was a highly advanced magic skill, and it worries you to this day of just the kind of powerful ponies you work for. When you first started working here to pay off a debt that you owed to the wrong ponies, you learned to not ask questions, just do your job. These ponies were dangerous and you had witnessed it first hand, and the only way you can manage to do this job is to turn off all emotions, all thoughts, all worries, and especially… all your morals.

With the door now open, you could see into the room. Inside you could see three foals, each chained to the same wall, gagged and blindfolded, hanging from their forehooves and stood on a small shelf, enough to give the chains a tiny bit of slack, but high enough so that they were each in a position for you to have easy access with their genitals at eye level. One of them began to struggle, seemingly desperate to get free, chairs rattling against their restraints. Or maybe the colt had been struggling all along and stopped for a brief moment of surprise, then redoubled his efforts?

You pushed the thought from your mind like everything else and stepped inside, closing the door behind you. This room was nothing but the inside of a large grey metal box, with the freezer door behind you, one set of steel double doors on the other side of the room, and six sets of chains, three on each wall, with a platform below each, just big enough for almost a full foal sized hoof. Only three of these were in use at the moment as it was close to closing time and the exhausted foals were gradually being taken away for the night to do things that you have guessed would be unpleasant for each of them. One filly and two colts hung from the right wall, naked, with their hind legs spread wide open by a spreader bar and vibrators attached to their genitals on a low gentle pulse, keeping them all in a state of forced arousal.

You take the plates of strawberries with you to the filly that seemed to be shaking. Either she was cold, on the verge of orgasm, or terrified. She had a light cyanish grey coat and a green, yellow, and purple striped mane. She’d been here a few times over the last month and you remembered the day they brought her in. Separated from her class and then rape by two ponies, one of which was your work colllege on a box of strawberries. You remember that the customer was very satisfied with his dessert that day. You never heard her name before she was taken away for training, but since then you’ve heard them call her 005.

The foal to her left was a very small colt with white with light brown patches, called 008. He was the only colt that they ever brought in for a while and prices for him were very high due to limited supply. Until, of course, the one next to him came in.

The colt on the far end was struggling constantly and was dubbed 011. A light grey pegasus with dark swooped back hair and no cutiemark. Like the filly and colt in front of you, this foal will soon have the fight taken out of him, be trained up to service every creature from across equestria and beyond, realise that they’ll never be free from this tourture and reside themselves to their fate. Some of which you've seen actually learn to enjoy it. But willing or not, all foals that came into this room had only one purpose, and that was dessert.

Speaking of which, you take your eyes away from the pegasus and focus on the pair of earth ponies before you. Looking down at the filly’s more intimate area, you see that the vibrator is still buzzing at a steady pulse. They always used one of the small bullet types and pushed it deep into her pussy so there was room to work, they then taped the connecting wire and power switch to her inner thigh. She was soaking wet down there, as intended.

“No emotions, no attachments, no feelings, no morals.”

This was something you learned to say to yourself each time things started to get to you. You had a job to do and this was just another part of it, like smiling for a customer and not really feeling it, this was the same. Without feeling or emotion, you take the strawberry in your magic and press it against the filly’s already sopping wet slit, rubbing it backwards and forwards, rotating the little fruit as you completely cover it in the earth filly’s forced excitement.

The filly lets out a little squeal that was muffled by the gag but you ignore it. The filly began to breathe heavier and squirm as the first strawberry was fully coated with her juices and returned to the plate. You then press the second one to her snatch and continue rubbing it into her puffy red slit. On the third one, you noticed that she wasn’t as wet anymore and her cum was spread out too thin. Using your hoof, you reach for the switch and up the vibration and speed of the pulse on the bullet vibe inside her to increase the flow of her juices. You’ve done this process so many times now that you’ve made it up in your head that this is no more different to you than turning on a tap for water. It’s one of the things you’ve learned to desensitise yourself to this whole experience.

The effect was instant as she tensed up again and began to wiggle in earnest. The third and forth strawberries were soon soaked as she took in a few shaky breaths through her nose as she automatically started bucking her hips as her orgasm loomed closer. With the fifth strawberry held up in your magic, you placed it right up against her pussy and gently pushed it half way into her. This filly was used to this part by now and had learned to not tense up or move. You continued to push the fruit into her until it eventually slipped all the way in. 005 was taking in noisey deep breaths now, trying to control herself and not to squeeze down on the small intruder inside her and squash it. You knew she didn’t want to get in trouble again. With that, you turned up the vibrator to its maximum, no pulse, just buzzing away constantly until it brought her to orgasm. You then turned your attention away from the filly, towards the colt, as she continued to try and control herself.

This wouldn’t take you long here, as unlike with the fillies where you have to coat each strawberry, here with the colts, all you had to do was make them cum directly onto the plate and make sure it lands on the dessert. The small earth pony colt was wiggling too as the cock ring that was around his cock and balls made them look swollen and sensitive, he was practically begging for release as his orgasm had been denied for a while now. The cock ring buzzed away against the back of his balls and around his penis, keeping him on the edge. It would automatically slow down when he got harder, and buzz faster when he got softer. He was almost always primed to cum when needed. The pegasus colt was set up like this too, but he was just serviced from the last table, so he wouldn’t have much to give for a time.

Taking 008’s cock in your hooves, you slowly began to jerk him off holding the plate at the right angle to hit the pile of strawberries. Again, this gave you no pleasure, enjoyment or satisfaction, you didn’t even feel guilty by this point. This was just as ordinary as a milkmaid milking a cow. Thinking on that, you do think this colt resembles a tiny cow, with his white coat and brown patches, he even makes noises like one. You shake your head and tune that voice from your head. You shouldn’t make jokes, you’ve just got to do your job and forget all about it when you walk out the door.

“No emotions, no attachments, no feelings, no morals.”

After a few seconds of jerking the colt off, he moans through his gag and thrusts his hips forward against your grip. As you hold his small penis tight, you make sure to aim it so he shoots his cum directly across the plate, covering the strawberries. One squirt was followed by another as you rotated the plate to add a curved design, with a third squirt to complete the circle. The final part of the colts orgasm was more of a dribble which you simply moved the plate closer to collect, aiming for the very top one strawberry. the final piece of the desserts artistry. Then with that done and the colt hanging limp once again, you let him go and step back to the filly that was already in the throes of her own orgasm, a few strands of filly cum dripping onto the floating plate of strawberries. Focusing your magic again, you pluck the heavily coated strawberry from inside her pussy and balance it onto the top of the others. The cum soaked fruity treat was slowly dripping down onto the ones below it, giving them a little extra coating. You hold the plate between her legs to catch the excess cum as one or two more drops fell from her abused snatch, while the rest of it trailed down her inner thigh.

At that moment, the double doors opened up, startling you, and out from the elevator came two griffins, pushing along a crate on a trolley.

“I’m telling you, she almost fucked up so bad that they were going to take her privileges away, lock her up, give her back her number and be done with her. Just another number in the catalogue.” The first grey griffin said, laughing.

“Serves her right.” The second, much stronger looking one responded. “That little Cozy bitch walks around the place like she owns it. I’d love to book some time with her and put her in her pla-” The griffin stopped short, seeing you standing there. You’ve almost never seen these guys here. Only perhaps once or twice you’ve seen them leaving the room, as you were coming in, and they always had that same crate with them.

“It’s alright. She’s one of the workers for the restaurant. She won’t be a bother, ignore her.” The slim griffin said, barely acknowledging you.

“Ignore me, good idea.” You think to yourself as you turn away from them to adjust the filly’s vibrator and return it to it’s low pulse setting. You then take both plates and you prepare to walk out the door.

“Come on,” The big griffin said. “Let’s hang this slut up and then get 011 out of here and back in time for training. I’ve got an eleven O’ clock tonight with that cute filly with the pigtails.”

You hear the sounds of the crate opening and hear a muffled moaning from within the rustling of straw, you turn your head slightly to see one of the griffins pull out an orange filly with a purple mane, already blindfolded and gagged. You’ve seen her here before. She used to be quite aggressive, but now she seemed like a different pony. So quiet, so… docile.

The slim griffin effortlessly chained her to the wall to set her up for the next group's dessert, as the other strong griffin easily handled the pegasus colt, tying his front hooves to the spreader bar and dumping him in the box to take him back. You were unsure where the elevator actually leads to, but like your entrance, it’s probably hidden behind a magic door.

You open your freezer door and walk out with both plates of strawberries. Closing the door behind you, you felt the magic revert, turning it back into a normal freezer. You feel a pang of guilt for just a moment before you shake your head.

“No emotions, no attachments, no feelings, no morals.”

You needed to hurry these desserts back to the customers before they lost their freshness. Putting on your fake smile, you walk back into the restaurant and head to table six where you see the couple whispering to each other. The mare looked positively flustered, embarrassed and a bit giggly, while the stallion was gleefully smirking. The look of someone who’d just talked about something dirty and should be reserved for their private time alone, no doubt.

“Ahh, there’s our lovely hostess.” He said, addressing your return. “How was the preparation? Smooth, I take it.” Were you taking this to directly or was this stallion genuinely asking for details about the foals genitals? Probably the latter, since they usually do, but you didn’t want to give him anything.

“Everything went exactly as you ordered, Sir. Here are both of your desserts, made exactly to order.” You say cheerfully levitating the strawberries on to the table for the pair.

“Splendid, looks delicious! Shall we, my dear?”

And without another word or waiting for you to leave, the stallion and mare instantly began tucking into their food. The stallion placed the entire top soaking strawberry into his mouth, freshly plucked from the foal and he began sucking on it, rolling his eyes in delight. The mare began licking the fresh cum from her strawberry held aloft in her magic and smacking her lips in satisfaction. You turned away from the display as they hungrilly began suckling on and licking clean the fruits in uncivilised ways.

You began walking towards the kitchen and closed your eyes for a moment. Remembering how you prepared those, seeing the colt getting boxed up, the filly getting chained up. You’ve been doing this for some long that you thought you’d gotten numb to it, but watching the foals getting switched like that, like swapping an empty beer keg, it just seemed to get to you. Perhaps a new way for you to think about it for deeper desensitisation. Once in the kitchen you close the door and sit down next to it on a box. You then pull out your bit-book from your uniform’s pocket, looking at the money you earned here compared to the money that you owe.

“No emotions, no attachments, no feelings, no morals.”

You repeat to yourself in a whisper. You were going to be here for a very long time.

Rumble In The Night

This chapter was written in its entirety by Kiernan, go check him out.

As frequent readers of the catalogue would be aware, item 007 did not enter our services by the same means as many of our other servers. While a good many are purchased from their previous caretakers, many others are caught up in situations far beyond their ken. 007 had approached us, and was already well-versed in our services, and as a result of such action, has full agency to operate on her own outside of our walls, so long as her actions do not jeopardize our business.

It was on such an absence that she found herself invited to a friend’s abode to stay the night. The young colt she was visiting, still without his cutie mark, seemed to be innocent of mind, and let her advances fall by the wayside.

However, as they were in the care of his older brother that night, and only his care, 007 saw a bit of an opportunity. He was an athlete, and a sufficiently well-known one. To our server, this means two things: he has reliable income, and a good amount of stamina. And being an adult, he had understood entirely every advance that she had made, and had become all hot and bothered.

At some point in the night, the colt host departed for the lavatory, and 007 moved to aid in snuffing their caretaker’s erection with her mouth. She has admitted to us that she spiked the colt’s chocolate milk with a laxative to temporarily move him out of the way while she made a move of her own. Hearing objections, but with no attempt to stop her, she moved deftly, finishing him off just as her colt friend was coming out. This was not only an adequate test of their sitter’s acceptance, but a ploy to provide her with a bowl of ice cream.

During the movie, she sat on his lap, intermittently gyrating her hips to keep him interested through the night, at least until her colt friend fell asleep. With a fully-grown stallion to take care of her, one she could control through sex, she wasn’t interested in going to sleep. She was interested in going to bed, though.

According to the report from 007, the stallion was all that she expected and more. Her information indicated that he’d done this before, but never with anypony so young as her. Teens wanting cheap tickets to massive sold-out shows are a lucrative bunch, but fall outside of the range of this particular establishment. As we employ training, it’s far preferable to begin young.

It was as the duo were engaging in a bit of rimming that the younger brother awoke and found them. He was particularly vocal about how wrong it was, protesting it was dirty and a tongue doesn't belong in a filly's rear end, then proclaiming that he was going to make sure that their parents were told of what had gone on that night before locking himself in his room.

Now, 007 is nothing if not self-serving. If attention were brought on her for this, in addition to what had already been covered up, it would not be good for her. Likewise, if this became a publicly spoken of event, she would lose all her special privileges to work alone outside the establishment and we'd have to set her up with her own room, permanently. She knew it was in her best interest to quiet the entire situation.

She managed to convince her host to let her take his brother into our custody. She explained how it could all go away with a single sheet of parchment, and in return, he would need to service her whenever she demanded it. He agreed, on the condition that she gave him a few days’ warning, and the contract was struck. Half an hour later, our team had come into the house to collect the asset, and left with one less changeling.

011 - Rumble

This chapter was written in its entirety by Kiernan, go check him out.

You walk side by side with another stallion, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. You’ve seen him before and easily recognize him as being a Wonderbolt. A part of you had never even considered that you would recognize anypony down here, and here he was, not even bothering to wear a face mask to hide his identity. Granted, you’re sure that nopony down here would risk drawing attention to themselves by blabbing about him being here, as they'd have to also explain why they themselves were here, but still he confidently strode around here brazenly, putting himself at risk.

You’re actually pretty stoked to be here right now, as you were right behind this stallion in line, and while he requested a specific colt, you requested time with any colt at all. Unfortunately, he’d taken the last one through sheer luck. You were about to go to the gloryholes to pass some time, when the stallion had turned around and invited you to share with him. It was generous, but you have to wonder if it was worth it. After all, now you’d need to compete with him for use, and you didn’t feel that you could take him in a fight. Still, better than waiting for a couple of hours for the stallion's time to be up and then waiting for the colt to recover afterwards.

Lost in your thoughts, partially about the buildup to this event and partially about the anticipation, you miss what he says as he pushes open the door to the room. You peek inside, and see the little colt lying on his bed, reading something. He looks up when you enter, stowing the paperback book in a drawer next to his bed. From your brief look, it seems to be a graphic novel with internal diagrams and some cartoon character with a pointer and speech bubbles, explaining something about a girl deepthroating a guy.

He jumps to the floor and bows. “Good afternoon, masters,” he says. It sounds rehearsed, but you want to believe him.

“Evening,” corrects the other stallion.

“Good evening, masters.” He bows again, staying down for longer. “Do you require service?”

The stallion turns to you. “You wanna go first?”

You nod and step forward as the door closes behind you. You walk up to the colt, who remains still, watching your hooves. He shivers a bit, but does not assume your desires, and waits for instruction. Without a word, you lift your hind leg a bit, bopping his nose with your flaccid member.

That’s all the instruction he needs, as he begins dragging his tongue along your skin, occasionally kissing the length and softly sucking on the edges. Either he’s been here for awhile, or he had experience prior to joining up. Perhaps both were true, you had no way of knowing. All you knew, all you needed to know, was that he was already very good at handling cocks.

You were about to redirect him, but realised you didn't need to as he shifted himself up to caress your balls with his tongue, exactly as you were about to command. You hold your tongue for now. There will be time later to demand he try harder. For now, you’ve rapidly become turgid, and you’re feeling ready to begin.

“Climb up on the bed, and lie on your back,” you tell him. With a final kiss to your balls, he returns to the bed, lying on his back, his head draped over the side and his mouth open. “Nice try. Turn around.” Realizing his mistake, he swivels around and presents his arse. He’s already lightly lubricated. It’s old lube, meaning he prepped awhile ago, and was expecting to be used sooner. You aren’t yet ready to do that, though.

You rest your testicles against his, and press your cock against his body. The tip extends beyond the base of his sternum, meaning that if you went balls-deep, you’d be inside his chest. You swing your cock side to side a bit, batting his around. He’s not quite hard yet, but you don’t care. It’s perhaps your favourite part of fucking colts, comparing your dick sizes and always being superior. You don’t know why you take such pleasure in seeing it, but that’s something for a therapist to deal with.

You begin to thrust, rubbing your dick against his. In addition, you close his thighs around you. With every thrust from you, your balls smack his arsehole, and he gingerly licks your tip. He’s definitely a trained cocksucker.

Before long, you feel ready for the main event. You separate his legs and push them back over his shoulders, exposing and loosening his anus. A quick squirt of lube, and he’s ready to take you.

You line up and push your way in. As his body heat wraps around you, You let out a contented moan. Other than your power trip of having a bigger dick than your partner, this is your favourite part. The initial penetration, feeling them stretch around you and pull apart to accommodate your girth. The feeling always takes over your mind as you push and push until they can’t take any more of you.

That’s why is strikes you as very odd that you’ve managed to fit just over half your length into the little guy. You look down, and he’s definitely taken the medial ring, mayhaps even a few centimetres more. He’d probably be crying out right now, but for the hoof he’s biting down on. He even has his eyes clenched shut. You can feel the tip of his tail against your balls. Curious, you press lightly just below his sternum, and you feel him clench against your tip.

You pull all the way out, almost expecting to have damaged something. You weren’t avoiding causing him pain or distress, but you didn’t want to actually damage him. Thankfully, you see no blood, and you didn’t feel any tearing. You remember hearing somewhere that some organs will shift and move to accommodate space, and their locations in the body were typically just suggestions based on where they would be the most useful, and they were made to be able to move around if jostled. Perhaps that’s what was happening; his intestines had shifted to accommodate you. It wasn’t the best explanation, but it sounded like a fair assessment for now. Unless he started bleeding or screaming, you had no reason to believe otherwise.

Despite that, you pressed back in, administered a few hard thrusts, causing him to whimper and moan, then pulled out again. If he was injured, it wasn’t in a way you could see, so it was fair to presume that he was fine. You pressed into him once again and began to pump your hips. Knowing that you could go deep into him without consequence pushed you forward with renewed vim. Despite your brief scare, you’re still rock hard, and it’s not long before you fire off your load into the colt’s gut.

You pull out after a minute and direct him to turn around. Favouring one of his legs, he does so, resting his nose against your ballsack and catching the drips as he waits for your next command. Ironically, you can’t think of anything you want more from him than what he’s already started. Sitting down on the bed and lying down, you issue your next order. “Lick it all clean.”

“Yes, master,” he says, crawling to you. He starts by sucking up and swallowing the biggest globs down by your testicles. He sucks with such force that you feel dry after he leaves an area, not leaving the spot until there’s no cum or saliva. You’re pretty sure the lube they use here is safe if swallowed, too.

When he makes it about halfway up, you smirk at him. “Do you like the taste of cum that’s been in your arse?”

“I like the taste of Master’s cum,” he answers. “I will partake when Master decides that I shall.”

You close your eyes and smile, enjoying the feeling of his tongue against your cock, floppy as it may be. Of course, he isn’t able to clean everything up before the tip starts to drip, but he licks it off your stomach, too.

You’re about to issue another command, but then you hear him let out a muffled moan. You look up to see him tucked under the leg of the other stallion, who’s squeezing your cum out of the colt’s arse and into a basin. To be honest, you forgot that the other stallion was there. He hadn’t said anything for awhile and had been generally silent. Now he was wiping the colt’s butt and balls clean.

“I guess that means it’s your turn,” you say.

The stallion lowers the colt to the floor, sits next to you, and lifts one of his rear legs. “You know what to do, Rumblebutt.”

With a nod, the colt walks over, uses his nose to lift the stallion’s balls, and begins rimming him. With a smile, the stallion turns to you. “How was he?”

“More accommodating than I was expecting,” you admit. “Why don’t you try him for yourself?”

“I already know,” chuckles the stallion. “It just feels good to hear it. You always like to hear when your favourite little cumdumpster does his job well. Gives you a real sense of pride, and you think to yourself, ‘I made the right choice in having him trained here.’ You know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” you say, only half paying attention. Your mind was on having him lick your arsehole clean the moment the stallion decided to invade his arse. Much to your dismay, he doesn’t do that, returning the colt to the first position he’d taken in the bed and fucking his throat. He doesn’t last particularly long, but that’s okay, because that means it’s your turn again.

Except it’s not. Just as you’re lifting your leg, the door swings open, and you’re informed that your time is up.

As you stand up, the stallion kisses the colt’s nose. “I saw you put away that book. I felt that thing with your tongue, too. You’ve been paying attention to the gifts I brought, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Keep up the studies, and mayhaps you could be coming home with me soon.”

“I’ll try, master

This all strikes you as odd behaviour. “Didn’t your dad ever tell you that you shouldn’t kiss a whore?”

The stallion turns to you on his way out the door. “Yeah, but he’s still my little brother.”

You freeze in place for a moment. It never occurred to you that the two could be related. You think back to all the things he’d said. They were brothers. He’d brought his brother here to be trained. He’d just watched you fuck his little brother, and he’d taken your sloppy seconds.

His favourite little cumdumpster.

“Whoa!” you shout, your mind blown. “Wait a minute!”

Author's Note

011 “Rumble” Pegasus, Colt

Bio: Given to the organization to keep him quiet. He’s being trained to be subservient to the stallion that sold him out, as he is to be bought back at a later date.

-Average Pain Threshold
-Loose Anus
-Average Penis
-Good at Multitasking
-Well Trained

Smile For The Camera

012 - "Wind Sprint",

In this world of ours, it may come as no surprise to you that Equestrian celebrities tend to have more… diverse tastes. As I’m sure you can guess, the pleasurable company of a foal has its benefits, what with such pleasures being rare. Celebrities can have any mare or stallion they wish, and that can become as boring as an apple for lunch. Sometimes a certain member of a team would wish to partake in their depravity, but it comes at a great risk to their careers. Sometimes they will risk it, or more often, they seek us out to make sure their identities are protected while they satisfy their desires. However, very rarely do we have an entire team seek out the same pleasures, but I guess that’s what makes them a perfect team.

One day during a sporting event, a “Buckball” team of three had been granting fans backstage access, and while this was wonderful for them to start with, the fans started getting younger and younger. Teens, pre-teens, even foals started to be taken advantage of by the trio. However one slip up almost cost the entire team their reputations. Luckily we were able to step in and protect them, bribing the young mare for her silence and then buying out the team itself. Now we were using their status to lure young fans into the backstage areas, including this young filly which I’m sure you’re dying to hear about.

Wind Sprint, now known as 012, was watching the buckball game with her family live in the stadium of Appleloosa. She is a cute purple filly with a blue and pink mane, and was an instant hit with our clientele. Sure, she seems a little pouty at first when you meet her, but she’s got a beautiful smile when you get to see it. One way we get young fans backstage is by hosting a prize raffle. As the camera pans the stadium and the crowd, we look for potential fillies or colts that might work for us. So as soon as we saw her, we knew she was a prize worth having.

Her face lit up the stadium the moment her seat number was called and the camera zoomed in on her. She was delighted and immediately started to celebrate. After the game ended, security led her and her parents backstage. There she met our team. Once they were all backstage, they took photos, signed autographs, all the standard stuff you’d expect from a meet and greet. However, the part where this gets interesting is where we insert ourselves.

The team’s manager enters the room and says he’d like a word privately with the parents about an agreement to use this interaction as part of a publicity campaign and that they would be paid handsomely for the rights. This was our standard approach as the sound of bits will make any pony turn their head for five minutes. After the parents left the room to talk more and sign a contract, the team didn’t waste a second. The earth pony stallion grabbed the filly, pinned her to the floor on her back and quickly covered her mouth before she could scream, the pegasus mare held the filly’s front hooves over her head and the unicorn held her rear legs down as she struggled to break free. The unicorn stallion then floated over a syringe and gave the filly a little injection of cockatrice magic directly into her neck. The effect was almost instantaneous as she slowly stopped struggling and went stiff. Within moments, they had paralyzed the filly. The team didn’t have much time left, so they picked her up and placed the young pegasus into a locker and then locked it.

From inside, 012 had to watch through the gap in the locker door, slumped awkwardly, as her parents re-entered the room and for a moment, noticed their foal was missing. But you can imagine the horror in the pegasus’s heart as one of our changelings came out, disguised as herself, learning her mannerisms from her short interaction with the team. The parents, none the wiser, took their “daughter” and happily left the stadium together. This kind of setup has been a wonderful boon for us, as that grants you, the customer, so many more options from our lovely business. And of course, 012 didn’t leave that locker room, before the team had her help out with their post-game workout.

XXZ - Picture Perfect Trophy

“Are they gone?” The light brown pegasus mare asked.

The slim, dark blue stallion looked around the corner of the door. Only the bodyguard stood there now. The guard saw him and then mumbled something into his walkie talkie. After getting a message back a moment later, the guard turned to the stallion and nodded. With no expression, the unicorn closed the door again and returned to his teammates.

“All clear.” He simply said before heading over to the bench to sit down.

“Thank Celestia!” the large white earth pony said, “Did you hear that guy? ‘I’ve watched all your matches, I learned all about how you set a record bucking distance of seven hundred and fifty-’ SHUUUT UP! That guy was a bigger nerd than even you, Merk.”

The slim unicorn adjusted his glasses, ignoring the insult from the larger brute, casually thinking to himself that Smash Dunk probably couldn't even spell the word ”Nerd”.

The pegasus mare then took her team’s Buckball shirt off, tossing it to the floor.

“Ahh, it feels so good to be out of that uniform.” She sat down on the bench next to Merk, her blonde hair still tied back in a ponytail and then laid back with her head resting on his lap. Her hind legs spread open wide separated over either side of the bench. She would always casually show off her body to both these stallions as exhibitionism was a pleasure of hers, she loved the attention it always got her. Merk smiled and silently began to straighten her mane out, casually looking at her goods from his side eye, but Smash Dunk openly ogled her, picturing all the things he’d love to do to that pussy of hers. She loved the control it gave her over most stallions.

“You trying to get me fired up, Dahlia?” The white stallion said, smirking.

“Just letting my girl get some air. Speaking of…” Dahlia turned her head to the locker, taking a moment to stare at it as her hoof casually rubbed along her lower belly. “Get her out, would you? I wanna see our new trophy.”

She could see the three of them together through the slit in the locker door, casually talking as if they hadn’t just foalnapped a filly. Her heart was racing as she tried to piece together what had happened. This day had been the best ever! She’d won an opportunity to meet the best buckball team in Equestria, she had all their autographs and even a signed winning game Buckball. Now she was paralyzed and trapped in a locker, her family were gone and she had no idea what they were going to do to her. She kept wondering who it was that took her place and tricked her family into thinking they were her. Was it a changeling? Were all these ponies changelings? That had to be it! That was the only thing that made sense to her.

Smash Dunk walked over to the locker and then opened it up, the filly was blankly looking forward towards him, her expression locked in a state of fear and panic as she couldn’t move a muscle. He lifted her out of the locker with no effort and she didn’t move. In fact she realized now that she was completely unmovable, her whole body wasn’t just paralyzed, it was stiff like a statue.

“I really wish that stuff didn’t make these foals hard as a rock.” The white stallion said, annoyed, “I like them soft and usable.”

“Stop complaining.” Merk said, “It’ll wear off in thirty minutes. She can still hear and see everything we say too, so… have fun with that.”

“Oh, you bet I will.” The mare said, cooing as she looked the pegasus filly up and down. “Don’t worry, Dunk. I’ll make sure to get her all loosened up for you.”

She then sat up with her mane now hanging down her back, got to her hooves and walked with a sway in her hips as the white stallion laid the filly down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Dahlia stood over the filly and looked her in the eyes before lowering herself down on top of her, getting intimately close.

“You are really pretty, you know that? I’ve always wanted a cute foal like you. You and I are gonna become very close.” She whispered sweetly into the foal's ear. ”And hey, since you're a pegasus just like me, perhaps I’ll pay to keep you with me and become your new mommy?” Wind Sprint was terrified as the mare came muzzle to muzzle with her, ”Would you like that? Would you like to come home with mommy?”

Breathing in her scent, the mare then licked her nose and the young pegasus was surprised to realize that she could feel it as Dehlia began to run her hoof over the filly’s frozen body. The mare began to kiss and suck at the young pegasus’s neck, nipping at it, moving her tongue further down her body. Wind Sprint felt disgusted, she wanted to cry out, get away, but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t even make an audible noise beyond her breathing!

“I love how soft her fur is.” Dahlia said, repeatedly kissing and randomly rubbing her hooves over the filly’s body. “Unable to move a muscle, perfectly still, yet so silky and smooth.” She travelled down and down until she stopped at her goal. The filly’s virgin mound between her slightly spread legs. Dahlia looked away from her target towards Merk.

“Oh Merk, sweetie. I’d hate for our little girl here to miss out on seeing this, could you…?”

The blue unicorn knew what she was gonna say and as he stood up, pulling a camera from his bag, he used his magic to levitate a long mirror over the filly’s head. From Wind Sprints position it was angled in a way where she could see her entire body, along with Dahlia’s. Merk then carried over the camera and got in position next to the mare’s head, pointing the camera right at Wind’s untouched cunny, taking a quick picture. The young filly was mortified as he took pictures of her exposed honey pot and all she could do was watch.

“Thank you, sweetie.” She said, giving the stallion a sultry look. He blushed red and tried to hide it, returning to aiming the camera to get the best angle between the filly’s legs. “Now, Wind, tell me when I hit that sweet spot.”

Immediately the mare dove her face into the filly’s snatch, licking her folds, sucking on her labia and biting it gently. All Wind Sprint could do was watch as the mare ravaged her underaged pussy, watch as her first sexual experience was stolen from her by this mare. She could feel everything as it happened to her, the pinch of the grown pegasus’ teeth, the wetness of the mare’s tongue, even the heat of the buckball star’s breath on her underdeveloped cunny. She tried to scream and beg for her abuser to stop, to let her go home, but nothing came out as she still had no voice. Dahlia kept lapping away at the filly, going from between her legs, to her nipples, to her inner thighs and back again, exploring the filly completely, even licking against her asshole. All the while the mare stood tall on her hind legs, spread wide, showing her now dripping pussy to the white stallion behind her.

Smash Dunk watched the show as Merk continued to snap picture after picture of the erotic scene. The huge stallion was getting so turned on now, that precum was dripping from the tip of his hardening penis. This mare was taunting him, teasing him, she knew he was right behind her. He wanted to save himself for when the filly was free from the paralyzing spell so he could properly rape her, but as she was, frozen solid, there was no way his huge cock would fit even if he tried, and he had once a few times before. It just wasn’t an option. Besides, he enjoyed it a lot more when they screamed and begged him to stop.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he jumped on top of the mare and started to poke his cock at her soaking wet entrance. Dahlia gasped aloud from the sudden weight on her back and then looked up to him.

“Oh, you dirty boy. You going to fuck me while this little filly watches?” She sounded amused by this situation and turned to look up into the mirror, looking Wind Sprint in the eyes. “Are you gonna watch as Mommy gets taken by a big horny stallion? Well don’t worry baby, you’ll have your turn with him after I’m done.”

The stallion then ploughed his huge cock into the mare and filled her up nicely. She moaned in pleasure as the beast of an earth pony thrusted in and out of her, seeking solely for his release. Fortunately, she knew he could last a while. Maybe even long enough for Wind Sprint to recover enough to take her place, not that she wanted him to stop, but for her, there was nothing more of a turn on than watching a filly lose their virginity by force.

The unicorn himself continued to snap picture after picture of the three of them, getting really good angles as the threesome continued. Tears began to fall from the corners of Wind Sprints eyes, giving the first signs of the injection’s effects wearing off. Dahlia even noticed the filly’s cunny had become softer as she plunged her face into the tight folds and the stallion thrust into the mare continuously.

The tiny pegasus was soon making moaning sounds as she started to regain control. Her whole body felt like electricity as the intense feeling started to grow inside her, squealing loudly through her still closed mouth as her clit became very sensitive to all the abuse it had already suffered, her eyes began to move and slowly she realized that she could blink again. Soon the filly was squirming a tiny amount, her hooves moving as if in slow motion, bucking at the air as Dahlia was able to move them slowly herself, getting a better angle to insert her tongue into the filly’s asshole. This caused her to shake harder and cause a pressure in her lower belly to swell up, bringing the filly closer to the edge of her first ever orgasm.

“Guys, I think she’s about to get vocal control again.” Merk said to the other two, but they didn’t say anything.

The unicorn was right. Wind Sprint started to become more audible, moaning, crying, quietly begging for help as she was looking towards the door. Paying someone would come in and save her. However it was still quiet enough that no one outside that door would hear them. Within the next few moments, her hips were bucking harder, her voice returning with a scream as the pressure down below burst out and she experienced the first orgasm of her life. Bucking wildly with the mare’s tongue still in her asshole, she came all over her rapist's face, soaking her with her first of what would be many forced orgasms that day.

Wind Sprint went fully limp on the floor and was breathing heavily, crying as the other two continued to take advantage of her. The mare slowly pulled her tongue out the filly’s behind and then slowly, in one stroke, licked the foal cum from between the filly’s glowing vulva. The mare then crawled forward, away from the stallion who immediately looked frustrated as he was so close to finishing. The pegasus grabbed the face of the young foal under her and kissed her, getting her tongue to invade the purple filly’s maw, giving her her first taste of herself.

Merk snapped another picture of this before the filly broke free of the kiss, turned her head and spat the cum out. She then screamed for help as loud as she could, which would have been just loud enough to get attention from anyone outside the door, the pegasus took a picture of her as she screamed for help. The unicorn enjoyed taking these pictures as this was a hobby of his.. Later on he’d print out these photo’s and mark them on his secret portfolio. Their first cry for help, Their first taste of cum, their first orgasm. He loved these ‘first’ moments and already had quite a collection, some he’d even take to the foals they sold later on, he thrived on those moments where they would have to relive that first time all over again, never letting them forget.

“Help!” Wind Sprint screamed, finally able to speak loud enough though still groggily. “Somepony help me!”

Dahlia kissed the struggling filly again to silence her as she kept her held down.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby. Your new momma will take good care of you.”

“No!” The young pegasus protested, sobbing. “I want- I want my real mom! Please! Mom! Quibble Pants! Any Po-!” The mare sat on the filly’s face, trapping her head with her thighs and covering her mouth with her soaking pussy. Her air supply was being cut off, and after everything she’d already been through, she hadn’t had time to catch her breath properly.

“Shh shh shh, don’t make so much noise.” Dahlia whispered. “You can’t be heard anyway. The door has a dampening spell on it and only the three of us can open it. Well, maybe the security guard, but I’d rather not let him have a turn with you, if I can help it. Unless, of course, you misbehave. There’s a lot of guards out there that I’m sure you noticed were molesting you with their eyes. Wouldn’t want them all in here with us, would you? Unless you want to take them all at once?”

Wind Spirit struggled for air, but she shook her head as best she could. Dahlia smiled and sat up a little, no longer trapping the filly’s head between her haunches, struggling to breath against the mare’s genitals. Smash Dunk then pulled the filly, unceremoniously out from under the mare and flopped his dick down between the little pegasus’s legs, against her belly. She looked at the size of it with widening eyes, she had seen his size in the mirror and it looked bigger than any she’d seen before. Now that she was this close to it, she saw it was big enough to rip her apart!

“No, no please! I’ll do anything you say, don’t put that in me!”

The mare turned and held the filly’s head in her lap.

“It’s okay, I’ll make sure he’ll take it slow for you. And I also promise you that you’ll love it eventually, didn’t you see how much mommy loved it?”

“You’re not my mom!” Wind Sprint screamed out. Dahlia seemed taken aback by this at first and then annoyed.

“Fine then. I guess if I’m not your mommy, then I don’t have to protect you.” The mare nodded to the stallion and he grinned from ear to ear. Lifting the foal's legs up and spreading them wide, Dahlia grabbed each hind leg and held them as Merk got into position with his camera.

“Wait, No no!! Stop! Please! I don’t wanna do this! I-I’ll be good! Stop, please!” Wind Sprint begged and started to cry again. Smash Dunk lined up his cock as the filly struggled to move, held in place by the mare. “Please! O-okay! M-mommy, stop him. I’ll call you Mommy if you get him to stop!”

“I’m sorry, Baby, but you must be punished now, or else you’ll not learn your lesson. Now… scream for Mommy.”

With that, the stallion pushed the flat head of his cock to the filly’s sticky pussy and pushed into her hard. The scream echoed off the walls of the locker room and even reverb's through the showers. He stretched her beyond her limits as the unicorn took picture after picture, pictures of Wind Sprint’s tears as they fell down the sides of her face, crying out and screaming from the pain, pictures of the stallion's cock, buried as deep in her pussy as it could go, wet and covered in the blood of her torn hymen, pictures of Dahlia as she brought herself to orgasm, masturbating over the filly’s face. And many pictures of Wind Sprint's abused pussy as she came again at the same time the stallion came inside her.

This whole ordeal lasted for what felt like forever for the filly. The three of them all took turns with the poor filly in many different positions. Anal over the bench, double penetrated in each orifice, mouth and pussy, mouth and ass, ass and pussy. Wind Sprint blacked out several times during all this, she remembered waking up once to find herself in the shower with Dahlia, the mare fondling her genitals while cleaning her up, only for Smash Dunk to see her with long wet hair and a silky shiny coat which made his erection grow harder and he raped her again.

The next time she woke up, she awoke to find that she had been tied up, gagged, blind folded, and thrown inside of, what felt like, a large sack. Gagged and bound, she painfully started to wiggle about, but stopped when she realized that something was stuffed in both her pussy and her asshole. Both were incredibly sore and any movement just caused her agony.

“Baby, are you awake?” Wind Sprint immediately froze. Dahlia was next to her. “Well, I just wanna say I loved our time together, but sadly we have… sponsors that really wanted to have you work for them and I’m afraid that I couldn’t get them to part with you for me.” The filly felt like this was disingenuous. Like she didn’t really mean it. “But, don’t you worry, mommy will come visit you soon. Promise!” Suddenly the filly felt a hoof stroke against her side, through the burlap sack. “And here’s a little gift for you on your long trip.”

The sound of a click of a button caused the vibrator in her pussy to come to life. Immediately Wind Sprint bucked against her restraints in pain, then another click, this one causing the anal vibrator to begin buzzing loudly, making the filly’s already extremely sore genitals ignite like fire once again.

“I hope you enjoy this, Baby. You can thank Mommy next time.”

Wind Sprint’s nightmare wasn’t over yet. And as the sound of a lid closes over her along with a locking noise, followed up by a further two carriage doors closing, she realized that her nightmare was just beginning.

012 - Wind Sprint

Author's Note

012 “Wind Sprint” Pegasus, Filly.

Bio: Taken from a Buckball sporting event where she was swapped out during a backstage meet and greet with the team. She has developed a high tolerance for pain, and doesn't respond emotionally to her situations.

Many clients enjoy trying to get a reaction from her, viewing it as a challenge.

-Bratty
-Vagina and anus recommended for larger stallions.
-Highly experienced
-Very obedient
-Emotionally detached

012 - Wind Sprint

You lift your head up from the filly’s wet snatch and a little trail of your saliva follows from it, keeping the two of you connected for just a moment longer before it breaks. Taking your eyes from her glistening pussy, you look up to her face and notice she’s not looking at you, in fact she seems to be just staring at herself in the mirror on the wall.

“Are you done?” She asks with a flat expressionless voice.

“Oh, I’ve just gotten started. Just warming you up for my big huge cock!” You say with an air of confidence.

Lining up the head of your cock to her pussy, you push it into her, enjoying the warmth from her very snug cunny. She exhales slowly, looks up at you and then returns to looking into the mirror. You continue to push into her, all the way down till you hit her limit. You pull out slowly and then start to thrust in again, hitting the entrance to her womb. You keep this up, going as hard as you please, but you notice that she’s not reacting to any of this.

In your head you pictured this filly moaning in pain, crying under you, gritting her teeth, or even moaning, cooing out in pleasure, all while ashamed of the slut she’d been made to be. However here she was, lying flat on the bed, emotionless, hardly even making a noise, just looking into the mirror.

“Geez girl, are you so traumatized that you can’t even moan for me?” You ask, half mocking, half concerned about how broken this pegasus is.

She rolled her eyes and then looked up at you.

“Sorry, would you prefer this?" She then starting to speak in a mocking tone. "Ouch. Stop it. Please don’t. You’re too big! It's breaking my no-no place.” The sarcasm was dripping from her voice. This little foal was clearly not taking you seriously.

“You little slut,” You growled angrily and started to thrust harder into her, trying to reassert dominance. “Are you mocking me?”

“Oh no, I’d never do that.” She mumbled under her breath.

“Fucking little…” You pull out of her mid-thrust. This wasn’t working for you, and was even kind of a turn off.

“Are you done?” She asks again in her flat emotionless tone.

“You know they’ll probably put you on punishment detail if you keep acting like a brat, right?!”

“You get what you pay for. You’re foal fucking degenerate that's got me for one hour. I’m not resisting, I'm not taking things too slow, and I'm not trying to stop you. Besides, there’s nothing that says I have to fake that you're too big for me, for you to get off.” You almost heard a little satisfaction in her voice. You couldn't believe it. She thought you had a small... How big was she used to?

“So that’s your game is it? Fine then. Lie on your back with your head over the edge of the bed.” You demand. She sighs and then does as she’s told. Even holding her mouth open, knowing exactly what you plan on doing. “I was tired of listening to you talk anyway!”

You walk back over to the bed and rub your scrotum across her face, dipping your balls into her mouth, demanding she lick them. The feeling of her small tongue running around your balls was wonderful and you were finally getting hard again. You then pull yourself back and aim your cock at her open maw. With little hesitation, you thrust into her throat which causes the filly to buck and squirm under you for a moment before she tries to regain her composure and calm herself.

“Oh, did you not like that?” Smirking, you pull out again all the way and then immediately push yourself back in during her exhale. The filly makes a loud choking noise before you were blocking her windpipe completely with your balls resting over her face. “Ahh, that’s so much better. This is what your mouth was made for.”

And with that, you begin humping her throat, each time bottoming out and causing the filly to make uncontrollable noises. Your balls slapping into her face, you notice that she’s now struggling, fighting for air. Deciding that it’ll be better to not get in trouble, you pull out her throat and start jerking off in front of her face. The filly rolls over and starts coughing and heaving, sucking air back into her lungs. Grabbing her mane, you lift her to her knees and push your cock back into her mouth. Not as deep as before, but constantly thrusting against the back of her throat. She’s struggling again as you keep the pressure up.

“Almost there, you slut. Bend over!” You throw her off your cock, back onto the bed and roll her onto her stomach while she tries to catch her breath. You then lift her rump up to your waist and plunge your dick hard into her pussy again, riding her like a dog in heat. You pull on her mane hard to make her cry out in pain and continue to pump into her until you finally cum, filling the filly’s womb with your hot spunk. If she was a little older, she’d definitely have been made pregnant from that. But you’re sure there’s counter measures in place for that too.

You dump her to the thin mattress and then stumble backwards, cum was oozing from her pussy and staining her bed sheets. She continued to breath hard, not moving beyond her pants of exhaustion, trying to catch her breath. You turned away from her like a discarded cum sock and then headed for the door, positive your time was just about up.

“Are… y-you done?” She asks, still face down and not moving. You felt infuriated by this and left slamming the door closed behind you. You saw somepony in a suit walking the hall, they looked important. “Hey, you work here? That pegasus brat, zero-one-two, needs to learn her place.”

The white stallion nodded. “We understand, Sir. Don’t worry. We’ll make sure that she’s… properly taken care of.”

001 - Babs Seed

Author's Note

001 “Babs Seed” Earth Pony, Filly.

Bio: The first filly to be a part of "The Filly Catalogue". Sold to the facility by her mother, so that she could live a rich, wealthy life. Mother hasn't desired to visit her daughter yet.

Has been trained well and obeys every command. Restraints are unneeded.

-Tough filly
-Average Pain Threshold
-Obedient
-Deep pussy

001 - Babs Seed

The young filly stands before you. Her head is down yet her eyes are looking up at you as you close the large metal door behind you with a clang. She timidly raised her head a speaks.

"H-hello sir, how may I... service you today?"

Her words sound forced, like she's being watched and if she said anything else, she'd be punished. It's incredible to you that this place really exists and fillies are actually trained to be sluts. You feel your penis twitch at the thought of everything this filly must have gone through to become so disciplined. She glances at your penis, seeing it grow and you catch a glimpse of worry from her. You wonder if you're bigger than the normal stallions she's "serviced" in the past, however you remember that you're on a time limit and you wanna experience everything this filly has to offer. You stand over her, a full two heads taller than she is and tell her to suck your cock.

Taking a breath, she steps under you and instantly you feel the tip of her tongue lick you head of your stallionhood. around in circles it goes as it dances around, all slippery and wet and very very warm. You then feel her lips wrap around the head and you grunt in pleasure. The taboo nature of all this driving you crazy. she pulls off, licks the precum already leaking from the tip and then engulfs you again. She's now taking you down to the medial ring and while stroking that over half with a hoof. It feels delightful, your cock twitching inside the mouth of this minor, hitting the roof of her mouth and her tongue working the bottom half. The sound of her saliva lubing up your shaft is so deliciously wrong that you want to immediately blow your load in her mouth and down her throat. But you stop yourself.

Telling her that's enough, you feel her slide her along your slippery cock and come off with a pop. She steps away and looks up at you, head still lowered, still afraid.

"What else can I do to please you, sir?"

She says, more monotone than the first time she spoke. You don't care, it's still a turn on that she's had to practice saying those words. You tell her to get on the bed and spread her pussy wide for you. Head down, she walks to the large bed that seems out of place in this dark, dungeon like room, for a brief moment you wonder if it's kept this way so the filly inside always remembers her place, but that thought is gone the moment she lies down on the bed and spreads her legs for you. You stare at her perfect cunt, the pink walls, her vulvar stretched out, the tiny hole that looks like your cock wouldn't fit, but, oh yes, you were going to try. Her ponut looked divine too and looked even tighter. You love the sight and couldn't stop staring, the filly's blush was growing, her face getting very red.

"A-are you... did you just want to look?"

She looked like she was getting tired, holding her legs apart and stretching hey fillyhood before you. You shake you head, wondering exactly how long you'd been staring. You tell her to stand up lean forward for you and keep her pussy spread. She rolls over for you and then stands on her hind legs, her cunt is almost at eye level with you know, her beautiful slit spread wide as she lies on her face, with her rump and tail high in the air.

You lean down and have a taste of that wonderful pink oyster and it tastes like nothing you've ever had before, you begin to lick, suck, grind your muzzle against her as she moans and wiggles against you. Her tunnel getting moister and juicier the longer she's subjected to you eating her out. This is enough, your rock hard penis is now begging for her, desperate, needy. You grab her by the hips and pull her off the bed. She yelps with surprise and you lift her over your cock, standing on your hind legs and slide her slowly down onto it. She yells again, being stretched so wide. She's tight on your cock and then you let her go, she flops onto the bed, your dick still impaled inside her. The sensation from it caused the filly to wind herself, gasping for breath. You didn't mean for that to happen, but you always wanted to know how it would feel, for yourself, it wasn't all that, but the taboo nature of a filly being on the end of your dick as you dropped her onto a bed was sensational.

Without waiting for her to recover, you begin thrusting into her, deeper and deeper as her walls stretch to take more of your cock. Your medial ring pushing through quickly into her love hole, making her cry out, moaning under you and slowly beginning to enjoy it. Your not sure if these words are forced or genuine this time, but she certainly sounded like she was enjoying it. You thrust harder and deeper into the orange filly, your balls swinging and slapping against her budding teats above her cunny. You're all the way in her now with her filly juices connected between you as she soaks your crotch. The wet sounding slaps of your bodies together echoed off the walls and now you realise while they kept it like this. The sounds echo loudly and it's enhances the whole experience, the wet slaps, her loud moans mixed with your own as you pound relentlessly into her, you feel her twitch and spasm underneath you and soak your groin as she squirt over you. This drives you over the edge and you hilt into her as hard as you can and cum again and again as deep as you can, flooding her womb and leaking out from the sides. You grunt as you pull out, she moans but doesn't say a word, you are very exhausted from how hard you were fucking her.

There's a knock at the door.

"Your hour's up." the voice calls.

An hour had passed already? There was no way! You ask the mare at the door if she's sure and she assures you she is. You look back at the filly, she's covered in sweat, exhausted from all you've been going through and cum is leaking out here well used cunny. You want more time, but that's more bits than you have. You'll have to come back again later. You've still gotta try her ass out. Next time though, you won't take it slow with her.

The Final Crusade

002 “Sweetie Belle”, 003 “Applebloom”, 004 “Scootaloo”,

these three fillies were all collected on the same day after 001 "Babs Seed" was convinced to tell us about her friends. We had found the filly in her room holding a photo, which she'd kept hidden under her bed. The picture showed her and three fillies, a earth pony, a unicorn and a pegasus. 001 was very difficult at first, proving to be very tough and protective of her friends, but after enough electrotherapy through a rod in her urethra, she was very happy to surrender any and all information about her friends under duress.

The information on her friends was accurate and after watching the fillies movements, our ponies learned that they would be having a sleepover at their own treehouse, which they called the Crusader Clubhouse, and was on a secluded part of a farm. Our 'Collectors' were informed and they waited until the early hours of the morning before entering the unprotected structure. Each stood over the fillies in their sleeping bags as they snored quietly. The collectors made their moves and scooped up each of the girls in unison, tying up the fillies and trapping them inside their own sleeping bags. Each sleeping bag had silencing spells cast upon them and then they were taken away, loaded into our pegasi black cloud extraction wagon before the team left the area without a trace.

Each filly was subjected to training with our experts in fellatio and advanced sexual intercourse training, as do all our fillies, but with only one of them being exceptionally violent during it. Disciplinary measures were introduced to 004 "Scootaloo" during the course of the training, but these techniques only provided reassuring results when they were performed on the subject’s friends while she was forced to watch.

The fillies that were subjected to our training and came out with successful results were fillies 002 and 003. "Sweetie Belle and Applebloom". However, 004 has failed our conditioning training and continues causing difficulties for our clients, but she has been added to the rotation regardless with disciplinary warnings.

The First Colt

008 "Pipsqueak"

After Cozy Glow came into our employ, she has increased business numbers and given us many return customers in just a few weeks. Not only that, she was instrumental in bringing us our first ever colt. Ponyville Elementary isn’t as large as the School of Friendship, and with several of its students already in our establishment, we’re not too fond of the idea of bringing more students from there into our fold. However, our young pegasus assured us that there was a student within its walls that would easily be coaxed into our grasp.

A colt by the name of Pipsqueak had been getting close with Cozy Glow before she joined us and apparently would do anything for the filly, especially after a certain Nightmare Night party had the two accidentally locked in a closet together; and with Cozy being a Nymphomaniac, it didn’t take long for her to seduce the colt teach him about a world of pleasure.

One night she lured the earth pony out of his bedroom and together they went to the Ponyville schoolhouse after dark. No pony would be there to witness what would happen, however it was a big open area with many ways for the colt to run. However, Cozy promised a distraction for our collectors to sneak up on him. And she delivered.

Understandably, the colt was nervous about being outside after dark and trespassing on the school grounds, but the filly assured him this was what made it all the more exciting. Within moments the filly had the colt pinned to the floor and began sucking him off. Pipsqueak was small inbody, but his penis size was something impressive for a colt his age. No wonder Cozy liked him. In no time at all for our little dominatrix filly, she had the colt moaning and cumming within minutes. This was the moment our team moved in. When the colt finally opened his eyes from his orgasmic bliss, he was surrounded. Cozy was the one to hold him down and gag him as the others tied him up and took him away to our facility. In that moment, she had betrayed him and broken his heart, taking any fight out of him before his training.

His training went as well as expected. With the colt’s small size, anal play took a while to get him to a usable state, and orgasm denial training took longer, teaching the colt to kept himself erect for longer without orgasm for our clients that wish to enjoy a stiff colt for longer periods of time. After his training was complete, Cozy Glow had demanded to be his first customer (Her fee for helping bring him in). She herself told staff she was pleased with the results.