To Defile Others

The guards at the guard station in the dungeon’s antechamber salute me as I enter. I nod to them and begin removing my armor. Carnal rehabilitation duty has become my favorite part of this job. Ever since my first session with Celestia I've enjoyed delivering tactile punishment to prisoners of the crown. Even though we have the Pleasure Corps to serve as our sexual playthings, nothing compares to fucking a prisoner into submission. I put away my armor and equipment, minus two small potion vials, before making my way into the dungeon.

The first floor is for ponies who commit small crimes against regular citizens; theft, assault, arson, etc. It sees a lot of use, which is why the cells have sound dampener runes carved into their walls. I like to stop and watch from time to time. The guards responsible for handling their punishments can be quite inventive, though some would call them depraved. I always keep an eye out for ponies of exceptional creativity, oftentimes staying to watch their whole session. Those that impress me are invited to join a small unit of the most sexually free guards in the military. Such a unit exists for the sole purpose of breaking their prisoners’ resolve. Not many ponies can take four hours of having every hole in their body violently violated and filled with cum. Even fewer can take being forced to drink the piss of the ponies who raped them.

None of the guards on duty today are impressing me, so I continue on. Heading down the flight of stairs at the back of the dungeon, I make my way to level three. That one is my favorite level; it's where we keep the traitors. Each cell is custom designed to allow us to restrain the prisoner inside in any way we could possibly desire.

I walk down the row of cells until I reach the one I'm looking for. Using my magic I unlock the door and step inside. Waiting for me is the Wonderbolt lieutenant Soarin, on his belly and chained to the floor. His tail is held high by a nylon cord attached to a ring at its base and a collar around his neck. He's muzzled with a funnel gag, which has a sign on it reading 'Urinal'. A hoof bar had also been set up to make it easier to use him. I set one of the potions, a blue one, down on the bench and step up to him. Looking down into his eyes I can see the effect of his torture and I smirk, uncorking the potion and pouring the contents into the funnel. The tube in his mouth forces him to drink the potion, which begins to take effect immediately. I can hear him whimper as I walk around behind him, his penis and balls are gone and in their place is a vagina.

I admire it for a moment. I'm impressed by what the new gender-shift potions can do. I use my magic to spread it; it looks real. His new pussy certainly feels real when I press my hoof against his velvety vulva. I walk back around and use the hoof-bar to prop myself up. I shuffle and line up with his funnel and relax my bladder. My stream splatters hard against the plastic of the funnel, flows down the tube and drains into his mouth. I hadn't taken a piss since I had breakfast this morning and I really had to go. Soarin tried to swallow my piss as quickly as I provided it, but he couldn't keep up. I could hear it pooling in the funnel as my stream finally slowed down. He was still swallowing as I dismounted the hoof-bar so I waited for him to finish before circling around behind him.

I use my magic to spread his cunt again and bury my muzzle in him. He groans into his funnel gag as I do, growing even louder as I push my tongue into his brand-new labia. Being unused to having a pussy, his walls clench and fight me as I work my tongue deeper into him. I like having his body fight me and tense up, especially as my tongue knocks against his hymen. At my request the potion maker specifically designed this potion to create a virginal hole. This time I push my tongue forcefully through his delicate flower, tearing it and causing him to scream into the tube of his funnel gag, spewing out a few drops of piss that were still in the tube. The taste of copper mixes with the taste of his cunt as I lap up the blood from deflowering him. He squeezes around my tongue harder than before as I keep licking deeper.

As I'm eating him out I hear the door swing open again and I pull back from Soarin's folds to see one of my subordinates walk in."Just here to use the urinal Sir." He says snapping a salute.

"By all means, please do." I say as I give Soarin one last lick.

The guard mounts the hoof-rail and releases his deep yellow stream into the funnel. While he's pissing, I stand, lift Soarin's hips and mount him. I slam my cock into his voluptuous pussy in one powerful thrust. His gasp makes him choke on the urine filling his mouth, coughing violently to force the piss out of his lungs. I let him clear his windpipe and drink the rest of the piss before I start moving again. As I start thrusting, the guard dismounts the hoof-bar, salutes me and leaves the room. I pay him little mind as I work my meat in Soarin's new cunt. I can hardly believe how tight he is, his walls flex and squeeze around my cock as I thrust harder into him. My hips make a wet slapping sound as they smack against his with every thrust. I groan as I slow down, not wanting to finish quite so soon. I keep pumping my shaft into him as deep as it will go, ramming into his cervix with each push.

As much as I wanted to last longer, I could feel my cock flaring and I gave one final brutal thrust. Hilted in him, with the tip of my shaft pressed firmly against his cervix, I unload my foal batter. I pump pulse after pulse of spunk into his new womb, certain to fertilize the freshly-grown eggs waiting inside. He groans as all he can do is take my seed, the heat filling his belly in a way he never could have felt before. I pull out and shoot the last little bit onto his ass. His hips collapse back to the floor and I watch as his cunt winks, slowly squeezing out as much of my cum as it can.

With a satisfied sigh I walk over to the bench and levitate up the potion I left there, a red one, uncork it and down it quickly. It tastes sour, kind of like a bad wine but its effects are rather astounding. I can instantly feel my balls refilling with cum, and my cock is stiffening once again. I smirk down at Soarin, "As much as I would like to go another round with your new cunt, I have plans for your second lieutenant."

He stays quiet. I grab his jaw and make him look up at me. I can tell that I've broken him. I took away his… no, her manhood and now she knows she's nothing but a cumdumpster. "Don't worry, you'll make a fine addition to the Pleasure Corps. If our child is born healthy and strong you may even become a proper broodmare. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you, Soarine..." I laugh as I let go of her jaw and walk out of the room. I leave the door open so other guards can use the urinal unhindered. As I'm walking away from Soarine's cell, one of the guards at the stairs bolts into the room. I snicker as I walk across the hall to the next cell.

Entering Blaze’s cell, I find her preoccupied as one of my guards is ramming his cock into her ass. I smirk and walk up to her, my erect penis bobbing with every step. Blaze looks up at me and I can see defiance and tenacity in her eyes. Breaking her is not going to be easy, but I have a few ideas that might succeed. For the moment I settle for watching the guard rutting her. He hasn’t seen me, since his eyes are closed, but I can tell he’s loving the tightness of her ass. I circle around and watch from the side as he slams into her and unloads his seed into her with a guttural moan.

He kept himself hilted in her for a good thirty seconds before he dismounted her and noticed me. Despite him being tired, we exchange salutes before he makes his way out of the cell. Once he's gone I walk back around in front of her and stare down at her. "I hope you're enjoying your stay here, Blaze. You probably feel right at home, being used by everypony around you before being discarded like a used up cum rag."

She growls at me as best she can through the ball gag in her mouth. I would have rather had her mouth open so the other guards could fuck her face, but she spent evey waking moment shouting. I had her gag changed after the first five hours, thank fuck for the sound dampening spells on the cell doors.

"What, don't like having the truth shoved in your face? You know you're just Spitfire version naught-point-five, never quite able to live up to her standards of excellence." My voice oozes with malice. "That's why she chose him, you know. Spitfire chose Soarin over you, despite him being younger and newer than you. It was because you’re inferior."

Blaze strains against her chains, hate burning in her eyes and drool dripping off of her chin. It's pointless with how tightly bound she is, but she struggles anyway. I smirk down at her and walk around to her ass, which is leaking cum from her recent ass raping. Since my dick is hard and her ass is already lubed up with cum, I see no reason not to mount her. I hum as her walls instinctively squeeze me as I hilt myself in her. I lean forward to speak into her ear, "your colors are a two-bit knockoff of Spitfire's. I bet you've even tried to highlight your mane so other ponies mistake you for her."

I sigh as she refuses to respond, and I dismount her. I wipe my cock on her tail before walking back around to her front. She looks up at me as I sit down in her face and begin stroking my shaft with my hoof. I slide my hoof all the way from the tip to my balls and back again before I address her again. "I just realized that you're not worth my time or effort."

I run my hoof along my medial ring with a barely audible groan, giving my shaft a little squeeze before stroking it from top to bottom again. Blaze's expression becomes confused as I keep working my penis. A drop of precum forms at the tip as I stroke a little faster. "I pay a personal visit to every prisoner here, where I list off their crimes and deliver their sentence. Once I've done that, I fuck them, but again, you're just not worth it."

I ignore her protests and focus on jerking off. My hoof is slick with precum and pumping my shaft as it twitches. I can feel myself flaring, with a moan I use my magic to aim as my semen starts flying. I keep stroking my shaft as I unload my jizz all over Blaze's head. The first burst of cum streaks along her orange mane adding a ribbon of white to it. The next splatters against her forehead and eyelids, since she managed to close them in time. A third shot plasters her nose and ball gag, making her choke as she inhales some. As Blaze is coughing to clear the cum from her nose, the last of my seed arcs along her back. I sigh contently, as my cock slips back into my sheath and I admire my painting. Blaze looks much better now that she's splattered with my foal batter.

"That's a good look for you Blaze, you should consider keeping it. As I said, you're just not valuable enough to waste my time on. From this point forward, your fate is in the hooves of the guards down here, and it is unlikely I will ever come in here to visit you again." I stand up with a little wobble, a side effect of the potion I drank earlier. "Be careful not to attract too much attention, though. I may never visit you again, but you don't want my personal squad to drop in. They’re vicious. It’s just too bad you couldn’t be more useful to us..."

I chuckle maliciously as I walk out of her cell and shut the door. I would have to mention her to my unit, though she'll probably need a padded white cell after they're through with her, and perhaps a shower or ten. Plotting aside, I did need to meet up with my team for more official reasons. I still needed to file reports before that meeting this afternoon. I made my way out of the dungeon, and into the refreshing moonlight.