The Filly Catalogue

“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.