The Filly Catalogue

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?!