It was the waiting that was the hardest part.
Sometimes a month might go by quickly, but November felt like it’d lasted all year. There was a tangible buzz throughout Ponyville that’d grown stronger every day.
No, Neon Winds thought, her tail twitching as a stray breeze drifted in through her bedroom window. Not a buzz. More of a musk.
Somepony, somewhere, had got it in their heads that refraining from all sexual activity, even just masturbation, for an entire month would be good for their health. Or maybe it was some kind of machismo thing. Truthfully, Neon didn’t quite understand the thought process of the average stallion, but for whatever reason every one in Ponyville had committed to the idea. No sex, no masturbation, no orgasms at all—all month.
Neon smiled, fondling between her legs with a wingtip as she reclined on her bed. Most mares found the month just as hard as the stallions, to be surrounded by dozens of pent up males, often sporting drooling erections out in public, and yet all unwilling to give a mare the time of day. It was like the whole town had been divided by gender; the stallions wouldn’t risk talking to a mare if they could avoid it, lest they lose control of themselves and fail the challenge. She’d listened to more than a few marefriends complain about their respective dry streaks, often within sight of some very tantalizing morsels.
But she saw things a little differently.
Yes, she hadn’t felt her lover’s cum inside her for weeks, but she and Arcane Gear weren’t like most couples. He didn’t mind if she whispered dirty things into his ear when he came home, or if she woke him up by deepthroating his morning wood and licking his balls, or even if she rubbed her wet pussy lips against his sheath when they cuddled on the sofa after dinner. She’d teased him, cum on him, masturbated right in front of him and mocked him for his silly challenge. She didn’t need her stallion inside her to have fun with him, after all. And he enjoyed it, too, even if he pretended not to sometimes.
After the first week, he’d suggested they bring the whole town into their game, and Neon had been more than willing to oblige. No stallion would dare touch her this month, not even if she flagged her tail right past their noses, her colorful hairs doused in her cum. They might lick their lips when she went into town and bought groceries with her tail tied up and nothing but a short skirt and some leggings to just barely hide her marehood, but they wouldn’t go any further. She’d hovered in the air right over earth ponies, looking them in the eye as she made conversation, silently daring them to glance down between her spread legs. And that was besides all the coy looks, the sideways hugs where her wingtip went just far enough to brush against their sheathes, the innuendo laced into every other sentence.
Neon was normally more of a submissive when it came to sex, but she had to admit there was a certain heart-pounding excitement to having every stallion in town lusting after her and not being able to do anything about it. She’d masturbate to her most recent adventures every night in bed, pretending to muffle her little squeals of pleasure. But she knew Arcane could hear her. She knew, because she never fell asleep without a pulsing erection warm against her back.
But as much fun as it was to tease, nothing got Neon hotter than the thought of the reward waiting for her at the end of the month. She and Arcane had played with orgasm denial before, but it was always her being edged, begging for release. The thought of her lover pumping an entire month’s worth of repressed seed into her pussy was enough to make her swoon, and after so long that time was almost here. It was the last sunset of November, and she just knew she’d be masturbating to memories of the ensuing night for years to come.
“Neon?” Arcane dipped his head into their bedroom, his eyes immediately zeroing in on her puffy pussy. “Are you ready yet?”
“I’m sorry, have I been keeping you waiting?” Neon stuck her tongue out, using her wingtip to spread her lower lips for him. “Just give me a moment to put something on.”
He pursed his lips. “Have you just been lying there touching yourself for the past hour?”
“Maybe.” She rolled onto her belly, making a show of stretching her back like a cat and flicking her tail high. “There’s no stallion around here willing to satisfy me, after all.”
She giggled as she hopped off the bed, not even looking back to see his expression, and strutted into her closet.
It’d been his idea to have a picnic in the park for the last sunset of November, something romantic and intimate, but she was more interested in the walk through Ponyville that would lead up to it. There’d be plenty of eyes, and this would be her last chance to show off to the town like this, to let every virile male that lived nearby that she was horny, that she was sexy, and that she was already claimed. She had to wear something special for such an event.
Instead of picking one of her clothes off the rack, she bent low and pulled a plain wooden trunk out into the center of the little room. Inside she kept her latex suit and associated accessories, but she only wanted the basics today. She carefully unfolded it before pulling it on, a shiver of anticipation passing through her at the feel of the cool rubber clinging tight to her limbs—and to the rest of her body, as well. She knew from experience that she was all but naked like this; anypony that snuck a peek under her tail would be able to see everything.
But of course she couldn’t go traipsing around town wearing nothing but fetish wear. There would be foals at that park! More importantly, she wanted to be almost nude, not actually nude. So she picked a short skirt out of her wardrobe, the same dark purple as her mane, and pulled it snug around her hips. Then she threaded her tail through the hole in the skirt and fashioned it into a tight bun to keep it out of the way. Curious stallions wouldn’t be able to see her treasure from eye level, but if they dipped their head down ever so slightly—revealing their lust—or a stray gust was to blow up her skirt, then she’d be completely exposed.
All that remained was her collar. It was an old thing, solid blue and worn around the edges, but she loved it no less for its age. She tightened it around her neck, one hoof brushing over the little padlock that hung from the buckle, cut into the shape of her love’s cutie mark—a star and gear.
She paused to look in the mirror, striking a seductive pose. The black of the latex covered most of her body, but her tropical blue coat still shimmered over her cheeks, and she knew her aquamarine eyes would be more than enough to stop a stallion in his tracks, dressed as she was. She let her mane hang free, its bright highlights of yellow, pink, and turquoise striking a sharp contrast against the dark latex.
Neon Winds was ready to take on Ponyville.
“Okay, Arcane, I’m ready!” She grinned as she sashayed out of her closet, giggling at his wide-eyed double take.
“You’re going out like this?” He licked his lips as he walked around her, lifting a hoof to rub at her pussy through the latex.
She let out an exaggerated gasp, pulling away and flicking his nose with her tail. “No touching! It’s just a romantic sunset picnic, right?”
“Right,” he said, smirking back at her. “Nothing sexual at all.” As if to prove him wrong, his dick smacked against his belly with a wet slap. “Shall we?”
“We shall!” Neon extended a hoof, letting him lead her out the bedroom and towards their front door. “Though you’d better make sure you get Little Trinket under control. We wouldn’t want anypony seeing him while we’re on our date, would we?”
He just rolled his eyes. “Keep talking. Little Trinket’s going to be tickling the back of your throat soon.”
She blushed, looking away. As much as she’d enjoyed playing the domme this month, he could always bring her down with one sideways comment.
It was chilly outside. With the sun hanging low above the distant mountains that framed the Ponyville horizon, the daytime warmth that would otherwise counter the stiff winds of winter was absent. Neon walked close to Arcane more for his body heat than out of any intent to tease him. At the same time, her blush wasn’t due to the cold as much as the looks she got everywhere they went. Jealous mares scolded their leering stallions while others looked on with envy, and she soaked it all up with a cocky smile. She’d been turned on just getting dressed, but she could already feel arousal dripping from her slit, pressed tight against her fur by the smooth embrace of the latex.
It was a short walk to the park—almost too short. Neon waited patiently while Arcane floated out the picnic mat and basket, shifting her legs side to side to tease her folds with her clothing. She spotted a muscley stallion jogging by and turned away from him, stretching her legs in a way that gave him a full frontal view of her pussy. She grinned at the sound of his surprised snort, followed by a stumble, and by the time he jogged past her she could already spot his dick slipping out of his sheath, his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Having fun?” Arcane asked.
“Oh, yes.” Neon turned back to him with a little twirl, her smile turning to a frown as she saw what he was doing. Instead of sandwiches or cakes, he was pulling what looked like some kind of hitching post out of the picnic basket. “What’s that?”
“A hitching post,” he said. “Obviously.”
“But where’s the food?” Neon pouted, walking up and peering into the basket. The only thing inside was a short leash. “Arcane, I’m hungry!”
“You’re hungry?” Arcane’s voice took on a sudden edge, a very familiar one that sent a tingle down her spine—that was his dom voice. “And how do you feel the rest of us feel, you little slut?”
“H-huh?” She frowned, looking up. He had yelled that loud enough for everypony to hear, and now they were getting weird looks. And not the kind she’d been fishing for, either. “But the picnic…”
“Still don’t get it, huh?” Arcane straightened up, speaking almost like he was on a stage. “I’m tired of your stupid teasing, slut! I’m going to take what’s mine!”
Neon gasped as he grabbed her by the collar and suddenly jerked her forward, throwing her off balance. She stumbled and fell flat on her face with a muffled grunt, flinching when the post was suddenly driven into the dirt in front of her with a surge of turquoise magic. She was still trying to make sense of what was happening when she heard a sound, quiet, but readily apparent to her ears nonetheless. The soft click of the leash being fastened to her collar.
Just like that, the switch was flipped. No longer was she the mare playing at domme. She was back where she was comfortable again, face pressed into the verdant grass by the hoof of the stallion she called both master and lover.
But out here, in public, where anypony could see? They’d played in dark alleys or bushes in the still hours of night before, but this was more than merely flirting with discovery. There were ponies watching in every direction, gaping at the sight of a mare dressed as a slut being treated like one right before their eyes. Arcane had dropped her into the deep end of exhibitionism with no warning or consultation.
Oh, Celestia. Some of those stallions were already touching themselves!
If Arcane had asked her about being dominated in front of half of Ponyville, she’d have shot him down in an instant. But now that she was here, with all these horny stallions ogling her while Arcane rubbed his girth over her flanks, she found herself winking in anticipation. She gasped as he tore the latex apart between her legs, the cold air of winter freezing against her exposed pussy.
This was one of the things she loved about Arcane. He always knew what she was ready for, even before she did.
“There it is.” Arcane delivered a harsh slap against her ass, forcing a breathy moan from her lips. “The pussy you've waved in front of our noses all month! Not that any of us haven't seen it yet.”
An audience was gathering around them. Stallions openly touched themselves while mares licked their lips further back. Was he going to fuck her right here, with all of them watching?
“Don't you have anything to say for yourself, whore?” Arcane spanked her again, and she bit her lip as her marehood responded with a powerful wink, splattering arousal onto the grass. “I bet you've been dreaming about this all month, haven't you?”
“Yes!” Neon lifted her head out of the grass so that the audience could hear her playing along. “Yes, this is what I wanted! I've been teasing you all month just waiting for somepony to take me like the bitch I am!”
“I knew it!”
Neon blinked. That wasn't Arcane. One of the stallons, a hippogriff of light brown coloration, had stepped forward, his dick drooping beneath him.
“That whore's been flagging me damn near every day!” he continued, curling his lip back. “Teasing me just cause she knows I'm doing this stupid challenge month! Well, fuck it!” He was standing over Neon's head now, talking to Arcane as if she was just furniture beneath them. “If you're gonna rut her, so am I!”
“Um.” Neon was starting to have second thoughts. Arcane fucking her in public was one thing, but she didn't even know this stallion. He didn't know their safeword. And she belonged to Arcane.
To her surprise, Arcane didn't immediately shove the stallion away. Instead he gestured invitingly, spanking her once more. “Have your fill,” he said, pulling his hips back. The flat head of his cock landed against her slit, throbbing with his heartbeat. “It's what she deserves.”
Neon was still trying to decide how she felt about this new development when Arcane shoved his hips forward, burying himself deep into her wet pussy in a single savage thrust. She cried out, her hind legs quivering in shock, but he held her steady, pulling her back into him as he settled into his rhythm.
The hippogriff’s cock slapped against her face, wetting her forehead with pre. “Look at you. So cocky, strutting around town teasing all of us, and now you’re just another moaning whore with a dick up her cunt.” He sat down and grabbed her head in his hooves, guiding her open muzzle towards his girth. “Open up!”
She didn’t want this! Neon tried to shut her mouth, but sweet Celestia, Arcane was fucking her so good she couldn’t stop moaning, and when a particularly rough thrust made her gasp in shock, the hippogriff rushed inside her all at once. She turned her head to the side, causing him to bulge out her cheek instead of her throat, and with a growl of frustration he roughly jerked her head back around before shoving his cock straight down her gullet. She gagged, eyes bulging as his girth pushed out her throat, making her collar painfully tight.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it!” The hippogriff sighed, grinding his groin against her nose, and she nearly retched again at the powerful reek of his musk. Didn’t he ever bathe?! The mottled skin of his cock tasted like days-old sweat, and the dirt caked over it made her wince as it caught between her teeth. He slapped the side of her head, making her whimper in fear. “Suck it, whore!”
Why wasn’t Arcane saving her? This wasn’t fun! This hippogriff was rough and smelly and disrespectful, and she could barely find the time to breathe past his violent facefucking. She pushed against his thighs to try and force him out, to get time to say the safeword and put a stop to all this, but he just growled and slapped her hooves away before smashing her head into his groin so hard it made stars pop in her eyes.
“Lick my balls, slut!” he snarled, squeezing her head between his claws. “I’ve been saving up this nut all month!”
Tears began to bud in Neon’s eyes as she pushed her tongue out to comply, retching at the disgusting taste of his ballsack. She wanted to go home. She wanted to cuddle on the sofa with Arcane while he read her a book. But here she was, being pistoned between some grimy rapist and the stallion she loved, the latter apparently oblivious to her pain.
“There’s a good girl,” Arcane said, his hoof pressing against the back of her head. She could hear the smile on his face, the smile he wore when he thought she was lost in subspace. “Do as he says. Swallow it all.”
She whimpered, beginning a fresh surge of petulant struggles, but they only fucked her harder in response. As much as she hated having this hippogriff clogging her muzzle, Arcane was still fucking her just as well as he always did, moving his hips to aim his cock at all her most sensitive areas and grinding his balls against her exposed clit to send waves of pleasure tingling up her spine. In contrast, the hippogriff fucked her like an animal. Every thrust of his hips was like a punch to the face, and the flaring ridge of his tip scraped painfully against her throat, dredging out a creamy mix of spit and pre that swayed under her as it drooled towards the ground. He gave her less time to breathe as his shaft swelled, approaching orgasm, and Neon’s only warning was a sudden grunt and a tightening of his balls against her chin before he hilted her face, completely blocking her throat.
“Oh, fuck!” he hissed, his voice strained. “I’m cumming!”
Neon’s eyes bulged as his cock grew even thicker with the surge of cum. She believed him when he said he’d committed to the challenge all month, because the first spurt of spunk came out with so much force that it actually pushed him back out of her throat. He just pressed right back in, however, grinding against her muzzle as he deposited all his frustration straight down her gullet, her neck pulsing with the passage of his load.
There was so much, and she’d had no time to take a breath and brace herself before it started, and after the third shot Neon’s eyes began to roll back and flutter as she floated away onto the heady shores of oxygen deprivation. She forgot that she was being raped, forgot that she wasn’t enjoying it, and her body operated on instinct, moaning around the hippogriff’s girth as a powerful orgasm shuddered through her.
Her pussy and throat alike squeezed around their respective cocks, milking them for their seed like a good mare should. She was only vaguely aware of the hippogriff pulling out of her throat and filling her mouth with another shot of cum, or the way he let her head fall limply into the grass before jerking another shot out over her dumbly moaning face. Her swallowing cunt pulled Arcane over the edge as well, and he grit his teeth as he smacked against her with enough force to push her hind legs out from under her. He followed her down to the ground, enveloping her under his body and letting out a shaky moan as he pumped his cum deep into her womb, pushing her across the grass as he packed it in. She just lay there and took it, shuddering and spasming, her muzzle open and releasing loud, whorish moans of bliss now that it was no longer muffled with cock.
Neon’s mind didn’t come down from its high until Arcane finally pulled out of her, her lower lips stretching and rippling across his shaft as if begging him not to go. She groaned, a glob of cum bubbling up the back of her throat as more thick seed dripped from her pouting pussy lips, pooling on the grass.
“Thanks for the fuck, whore,” the hippogriff said, wiping his dirty cock on her mane. He looked around, grinning at the assembled audience. “Who wants next?”
Oh, Celestia, no. Neon lifted her head, blinking the tears out of her eyes. “Please… no more…”
The hippogriff just laughed. “You’re not getting off that easy! You’ve teased the whole town for weeks, and anypony that wants that cunt deserves a turn. That’s why this nice fella brought a post to hitch you to, ain’t that right?”
Neon’s ears perked up. This was her chance. Surely now Arcane would correct him, would tell him that no, in fact, she had not been hitched in the park for all of Ponyville’s public use, and then they could go home and she could have a nice cry and it would all be over.
“No, you’re right,” Arcane said. He slapped his softening cock against her ass, wiping off the mess she’d left on it. “Have fun, friends. I’ll be watching from right over there.”
What? No, that couldn’t be right. Her muscles complained as she rolled onto her side to face him, panting for breath. “Baby, no…”
“Baby?” Arcane arched a brow. The corner of his lip quirked up even as he stared her down with an imperious frown. “Who do you think you are, whore? You’ll refer to us as Master or Sir while you serve us.”
Neon’s eyes widened in a flash of realization. Of course he wasn’t saving her; she hadn’t used their safeword! As far as he knew she was just playing along, acting up the part of the abused victim to please her own deviant tastes. She almost laughed at her foolishness. She opened her mouth to speak the words, already looking forwards to some nice cuddles in the bath—
She couldn’t remember it.
She frowned, licking the salty cum off her lips. What was it again? She’d used it several times before and they usually reviewed it before their sessions; why couldn’t she remember? It was so hard to focus past the aches throughout her body and the pleasant tingle of the cum settling in her core and the aftershocks of her orgasm still twitching through her. What was it again? It was some stupid political term. Jerry’s brother, maybe?
She was pulled from her thoughts by a sharp jerk of her leash. A dark-coated pegasus grinned down at her, his dick twitching expectantly. Thunderlane. “My turn.”
Neon bit her lip, shaking her head. “Please, I don’t—ahh!”
Thunderlane cut her off with a hard slap across the face, hard enough to make her vision pop and her ears ring. By the time she had her bearings again she was already choking on his cock, fresh tears budding in her eyes.
“Hey, w-what’s going on here?” A mare’s voice caught her ear. Neon turned her head towards it as best she could around the dick in her mouth. A cream-coated unicorn mare pushed through the crowd, her green eyes widening in shock behind her large, circular glasses. The mare suddenly shrunk back as if struck, looking away and twirling her blue mane in her hooves nervously. “Um!”
“Go away, Logical Leap!” someone called from the crowd. “We’re getting what we deserve!”
Neon screamed around Thunderlane’s dick, ignoring his groan of pleasure in response, and frantically shook her head. She dug her hooves into the ground and beat her wings, trying to pull back so she could talk, but he put all his weight on her head, forcing her down with an angry growl. Her scream cut off with a yelp as somepony pulled her rump off the ground, a fresh shaft pistoning into her cunt an instant later.
Logical Leap took a deep breath, set her jaw, and stepped forwards, lifting her head high. “This isn’t right! You’re raping that mare, and I won’t—eek!”
A unicorn stallion tackled her from the side, pinning her into the grass right next to Neon. “Shut up!” he said, stomping his hoof next to her face. “By Celestia, I am horny as fuck, and that slut right there has been teasing us all month, and you are not gonna stop me from cumming in something tonight!”
His horn glowed, ripping away Leap’s conservative sweater and skirt. He didn’t bother removing her panties, instead shoving his cock straight through them and deep into her dry pussy, pushing a scream of pain past her lips.
“W-wait, no!” Leap tried to roll onto her back to push him off, but he just stepped on her head, knocking her glasses away. “Now you’re r-raping me!”
“Looks like pussy’s back on the menu, boys!”
Neon didn’t see who spoke the words, but it was like a spell was broken over the crowd. Stallions rushed in from every direction, groping at her with their hooves, leaving wet stains of pre on her coat as they slapped their dicks on her body, biting and snapping over her as they fought amongst themselves. Logical Leap cried out as she was hauled off the ground and thrown bodily next to Neon, grunting with each thrust into her cunt as three stallions argued over who would be first to fuck her face.
“I-I’m sorry!” Leap said, her voice stuttering as she was fucked into the grass. “I j-just w-wanted to h-help!”
Neon wanted to forgive her, to thank her for trying, but it was difficult to do with Thunderlane’s dick flaring in her throat. He pushed in deep, his thick cock pushing her throat painfully against her collar, until with a sharp snap the fabric broke under the pressure, falling onto the grass. Neon cried out, trying to look down and find the accessory—her darling Arcane Gear had gifted that to her!—but Thunderlane held her head firm, wrenching it back with a warning growl as his dick began to swell with cum. He pulled out enough that she could taste his tangy seed shooting out onto her tongue, and she swallowed as fast as she could to avoid drowning in cum, hating the way he groaned in pleasure above her. But no mare could possibly keep up with the volume produced by a stallion after a month-long dry streak; soon his cum was spilling out past her lips, joining the mess that had formed under her head.
“Fuck, yeah, that’s good.” Thunderlane sighed, releasing some of the pressure on her head. “Oh, hang on, I gotta—”
Something hot and bitter splashed against the back of her mouth, far too watery to be cum. An instant later the rank smell of piss hit her nose, and Neon’s whole body shook with a violent gag as she realized that he was pissing into her mouth.
Neon collapsed into a violent coughing fit as he pulled out, spitting and retching as she hung her head in shame. She’d just been used as a pony urinal, loaded up with cum and piss with all these ponies watching, and now they were laughing at her. Oh, Celestia, and the pony in her cunt was smacking into her so hard it felt like he was trying to bludgeon her with his dick, and he’d hurt at first but now the pain was starting to flow over into pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and let out a shaky moan as he slammed against her cervix and flooded her with cum, giving her flanks one last squeeze before shoving her roughly off his length.
She gasped as she hit the ground, struggling to catch her breath. Sweet Celestia, this was so hot. These ponies didn’t even know her and they were treating her like dirt, pushing her around, fighting over her holes, pissing down her throat. She groaned as her marehood winked out, spraying cum over the grass and inviting the next stallion to take her, and she realized that she didn’t even care about stopping them anymore. She wanted them to rape her. She wanted the whole town to take its frustrations out on her. It was just like what she’d been looking forward to with Arcane, but so much more intense.
She looked to her side, to where Logical Leap was spasming and gagging as a cock pounded into her on both sides. The other mare’s eyes were rolled up and her face was going blue from oxygen deprivation, but the stallions didn’t let up in the slightest. Neon licked her lips as she watched the way Leap’s throat swelled from the stallion fucking her face, and she leaned in to wrap her mouth around it, licking the bulge of the stallion’s cock through Leap’s sweat-matted coat.
The stallion grunted, and she could feel his tip flaring under her tongue. She continued to serve him as he packed his load into Leap’s gullet, leaving the unicorn mare to flop limply to the floor with a quiet moan.
Neon slapped lightly at Leap’s cheek, rousing her from her stupor. “You okay, there?”
“H-huh?” Leap jerked awake, coughing up cum. “W-what’s going on?”
“Shh, it’s okay.” Neon put her hoof comfortingly over Leap’s lips. “They’re raping us.”
“What?!” Leap’s head shot out of the grass, and she opened her mouth to suck in a deep breath of air as if to call for help.
Neon wasn’t having any of that. She was just getting into this! She grabbed Leap’s head in her hooves, wrenching it towards her and pulling the other mare into a deep kiss. She forced her tongue into Leap’s mouth, ignoring her muffled complaints, sharing the cum—and lingering piss—of their rapists. Leap tried to push her off, but Neon had more leverage, and Leap’s grip was weak, so she had no choice but to give in as Neon leaned into the kiss, climbing on top of the other mare.
The stallions let out a shout of approval. “Hell, yeah!” one of them jeered. “See? They wanted this all along, the whores!”
“What a pair of sluts!”
“I pissed in that bitch’s mouth and she got off on it!”
“Wait, you what?”
“My turn next! I want that pegasus pussy!”
Neon flicked her tail up in response, grinning into the kiss as hooves wrapped around her hips and a fresh cock slipped past her sodden lower lips. She broke away from the kiss with a breathless gasp, grinning down at Leap.
Leap blinked up at her, a deep blush on her face. “T-that was, um—I, uh—you—”
Neon didn’t wait for her to respond. She looked up to the crowd, still holding Leap’s face. “Who wants to fuck her face next?”
“Wait, what?!” Leap shrieked. “No, I don’t like st—hrk!”
Her protests were cut off by two dicks slapping against her muzzle at once. Neon leaned down and wrapped her lips around the thinner one, using her hoof to guide the other towards Leap’s face. Leap didn’t recover from her shock quick enough to keep the stallion from thrusting inside, bulging her throat out with a wet squelch.
Neon moaned as she suckled on the cock in her mouth, looking up lovingly at the stallion attached to it. She didn’t recognize him, but then that was part of the fun, wasn’t it? He sneered down at her with undisguised contempt, and his expression alone was enough to make her pussy clench around the stallion taking her from behind. She flicked her tail up to brush at the unseen stallion’s chin, shuddering when he grabbed it in his teeth and gave it a powerful tug. She grunted as she flexed her marehood around him, clenching tight as if to hold him in whenever he pulled out, then relaxing to better welcome him back, her swollen clit planting warm, wet kisses against his balls with every thrust.
He gave in quickly under her assault, but to her disappointment he opted to pull out instead of cumming inside her. She shuddered as she felt his hot seed draping over her latex-covered back and dripping down her sides, her pussy gushing marecum in response.
She could hear stallions fighting over her vacant hole already, but she had other plans. She planted her forehooves on Leap’s chest, holding the other mare down as she arched her back and lifted herself sensually up into a sitting position—never letting go of the dick in her mouth—leaving her pussy to gush mixed cum and femme arousal onto Leap’s face.
She wrapped her lips tight around the dick in her mouth, slathering it with her tongue and using a wingtip to fondle the balls hanging underneath. The stallion above her groaned as she coaxed him to orgasm, and she pulled her lips off with a loud pop before jerking him off with her wing, spraying his load all over her chest. It dripped down in a creamy waterfall, a stark contrast against the black of her latex suit, before plopping down into Leap’s eyes.
With him satisfied, Neon turned around, planting her drooling cunt over Leap’s face and bending down to lick at the cock pumping into Leap’s pussy. She wrapped her hooves around Leap’s thighs, nipping at the other mares bouncing teats and licking at her clit and making her jump and tense beneath her. Stallions came up to her in groups of two and three, and she would warm them up with her mouth before guiding them into Leap’s unwilling pussy, helping to hold her down and then cleaning the mess off her rapists once they were finished, all while listening to the sound of Leap gagging, sobbing, and retching under her tail.
Time blurred together as the sky darkened, each cocking fading into the next. Neon lost count of how many loads she took and how many orgasms she had, the ache deep in her cunt the only way to measure time. Her belly swelled with cum until she looked like she was early in pregnancy, and eventually she was convinced that she’d been completely filled with seed, as every time she tried to swallow down more it would come right back up in a bubbly cum burp. So many different flavors, all running together, every dick accompanied by some new comment on how worthless she was, how much of a whore she was.
Soon Leap’s strangled gags began to shift into moans of pleasure, her hips working in time with the thrusts of her rapists. As much as she protested and struggled whenever she wasn’t busy sucking dick, the instant somepony shoved their cock in her cunt her resistance collapsed, replaced with reluctant gasps that only grew more enthusiastic with every thrust. As word spread and more stallions showed up to get their turn, Neon helped two stallions fuck Leap’s ass and pussy at the same time, biting her lip as she listened to the unicorn mare’s blissful screams.
Neon found herself wondering where Arcane had found this mare, who had come in and staged a rescue to give her some relief from having to sate every dick in Ponyville. Neon made sure to thank her as best she could, licking the cum out of her swollen pussy and using her throat to thoroughly lube any stallions that wanted to take Leap’s asshole.
Neon’s eyes widened as she wrapped her lips around another cock. She recognized this one! She looked up, meeting eyes with her lover.
Arcane Gear smiled down at her. “Enjoying yourself, whore?”
“Yes, Master!” She smiled back around his girth, pausing to swallow him deep into her throat and lick at his balls before pulling back. “Are you ready to use me again?”
“Not here.” He leaned in, planting a soft kiss against her forehead, then moved to whisper into her ear. “Are you ready to go home for some more… private fun?”
Neon’s heart fluttered. This was only the beginning? She nodded emphatically, grunting as she felt another stallion pump his load into her cunt. “Whatever you wish, Master.”
He gave her a little pat on the head. “Good girl.” He straightened up, clearing his throat and raising his voice so the assembled crowd could hear him clearly. “This mare is mine! I’m taking her home.” His horn glowed, and he floated out a brand new collar—solid blue like the last, but with pristine and new and with a silvery border on the edges—and clasped it around her neck, a padlock shaped after his cutie mark hanging from the buckle.
“Hey, what the fuck, dude!” an earth pony stallion called. It was that same muscley stallion she’d seen jogging by earlier, his cock now dripping pre onto the grass. “I haven’t had my turn yet!”
Arcane shrugged as he pulled Neon to her hooves, jerking his head to Logical Leap. One stallion was humping furiously at her sore asshole, while two others fought over her pussy. “Just have her instead.”
That seemed to sate the crowd, and Neon smiled as she leaned on Arcane and let him guide her away from the frenzy. More stallions were still filling in from around town, waiting patiently while a few mares prowled between them. It seemed that Logical Leap was in for a long night.
“Who was that mare, anyway?” Neon asked, nuzzling into Arcane’s shoulder. She was so tired! But in a good way.
“Don’t know.” Arcane shrugged, nuzzling back. “She seems to be having fun though, right?”
Logical Leap didn’t know how she’d got into this situation.
She’d just been out on a walk, trying to clear her head before getting back to work on her magic studies project, when she’d seen a strange commotion down at the park. Next thing she knew she was being dragged down into the grass and her clothes were being torn from her body, and she barely had time to call for help before she was being spitroasted by stallions she’d never even met before.
And that had been hours ago.
She still didn’t know the name of the mare she’d tried to save. She only knew that she’d been beautiful. Maybe it was foolish of her to imagine that such a mare would ever give her the time of day, but surely, Leap had thought, after rescuing her from a brutal gangrape, the mare might’ve been open to the idea of a date? She always got so lonely in winter with nopony to cuddle.
Just then, however, Leap was far from lonely.
She gagged as yet another stallion humped into her face, pumping thick cum down her gullet. Her throat burned and even when she managed to blink the tears away she still couldn’t see clearly without her glasses. The stallion beneath her kneaded painfully at her reddened teats as he fucked her in the ass, while the one that had claimed her pussy pulled out and shot thick ropes of cum across the length of her body.
She’d given up on fighting by now. Every time she tried to resist, the stallions only got rougher, but when she played along they were nice. Even if they spat on her and called her names, the rape only hurt when she tried to fight it. The faster they came, the sooner she could get home, so she wasn’t really a desperate slut just because she did her best to please every cock put before her, right? She wasn’t enjoying it!
She hadn’t cum so hard or so often or years, but by Celestia, she was not enjoying it.
Sometimes mares would come join in her rape. Leap liked those times the most, when a pretty mare licked the cum out of her pussy or sat on her face. She didn’t like stallions, after all, even if she’d sucked the cum from a dozen dicks in the past half hour, even if she’d flicked her tail up high and moaned like she was in heat as strangers she’d never spoken to dumped their seed into her cunt. She was just acting, just playing along. Just doing what she had to do to get home safe. She wasn’t a whore.
She blinked, momentarily confused as she realized that there weren’t any dicks inside her. What did she do now? She looked around for some kind of guidance, grunting as a powerful wink from her marehood pushed hot cum out onto the grass, and within seconds another stallion had pounced upon her. He rolled her onto her belly and pressed her face into the cum-soaked dirt, thrusting into her cunt with a hungry snarl. Her eyelids fluttered as she clenched her jaw and struggled to contain the breathless moans that fought to escape her.
He spanked her, hard, leaning down and growling into her ear. “Moan for me, whore.”
Leap bit her lip, shuddering at the threat in his voice. He surged forwards and bit hard at the base of her mane, holding her still with his teeth, and she cried out in a combination of shock and lust as he took her. There was something primal about being taken this way, being held down by a strong stallion as he bit the back of her neck, his turgid cock forcing her pussy lips apart and his balls slapping against her clit. She let out a halting moan, reluctant to admit that it felt good, but as he fucked her harder she couldn’t hold it back anymore. She shuddered and groaned, her breath coming in short gasps as she came on her rapist’s cock, and her pussy convulsed and milked around him, pulling hot cum from his balls. For a brief moment, she forgot she was being raped, moaning freely as she lost herself in the bliss of a mare being taken by a virile stallion.
But it was only a brief moment, and soon she was lying limp in the grass once more, sobbing as he pulled out and roughly kicked her onto her back. “Did you like that, whore?”
She didn’t answer. She didn’t even look at him. How could she have enjoyed that? When had she become such a slut?
He grunted, and Leap tensed as she was suddenly hauled off the ground and slung onto his back like a sack of potatoes. Her ears twitched as she heard the stallions arguing over her.
“Hey, bring her back! I want a second round!”
“Fuck off,” her most recent rapist shot back. “That unicorn took the pretty pegasus, didn’t he? Well, this one’s mine! Get your own!”
He stormed off without waiting for a response, Leap draped limply over his back. She wasn’t brave enough to ask, but something told her that she wouldn’t be going home for a long, long time.
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