Reversed Paradise

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Journal Log 22

I spent a fair part of the night trying to meditate and clear my head, but I just couldn’t get what was going on with Stern out of my head between him and that other mare. Worse, I may have hurt them which is something I was told to avoid doing at all costs.

I know I messed up, but I just ... I don’t know.

It didn’t help that Stern returns late, then asks me about where I went, like he doesn't know that I was trying to get the mission done while he was with her.

Damnit! Why does my head feel all wrong? Why am I so angry? Why am a… aroused?

I just need to meditate more. Get myself centered. Focus on the mission at hoof.

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Journal Log 23

Stern wouldn't stop bothering me at our bungalow, so I had to go for a trot, but he just had to come with me. The whole time I could see how the mares were looking at him. Noticing that feels so infuriating! Now I know, if we go on another mission, that the same thing is going to happen again. I can't let that happen again!

Without Stern, I got Res and Treron to help me pick out an outfit. They suggested maintenance, but I didn’t know how half the tech even worked. I’d rather not have to return empty hoofed due to my lack of knowledge. Since pretending like I worked there had worked before, I wanted to go with that. Unfortunately that happened to be a prostitute, though they used other terms for it on this planet.

Treron and I had tried on different outfits with Res judging. Through it all, I couldn't help but feel overstimulated, I had to rely on them to help me style down. In the end I ended up in some red fishnet outfit along with too much makeup. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked… I did not look proper at all.

While staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but imagine how much my father would berate me for this after recovering from his own shock, assuming he survived that shock in the first place.

How in the worlds has a noble’s son, from House Scroll, ended up like this? Not even in all the wild and whimsy of the Doctor’s adventures could I predict something like this coming to fruition.

Still, I can do this! I don’t need Stern!

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“Are you sure?” Res asked with concern in his voice, “Maybe you should go get Stern.”

“And let him just fuck another mare wile I do all the work? No thank you!” Feather stomped her hoof which caused her to wobble a little as she was still finding it hard to balance in heels or the beads in her ass. All of this felt very odd. “Also, Treron, do I really need a sex toy in me right now?”

Treron shrugged as she said, “You said you wanted to look the part of a pony that specifically belonged there and would not get questions. Well, guests get questions. Employees, who work in the rooms don’t. The employees here aid with the customer’s sexual urges.”

Feather shivered a little. “Well ... anything else I need to know?”

“Don’t follow anypony into a back alley,” Res spoke up seriously.

“Oh hush you.” Treron shook her head disapprovingly at Res before turning to Feather. “Well, if you do find yourself in a situation there, you can always apologize and back away. It’s only guests or employees here. They will understand. If you can’t, then it will be best to just go along with it or find some other excuse. Just avoid hurting anypony.”

Again, Feather thought in her mind. That seemed the unspoken request between the lines of what Treron said.

Feather nodded. “Alright. I’ll call you two as soon as I’m done.”

Treron got in the transporter. Res drove off around the corner, leaving Feather with her mission.

Trotting inside, she had imagined some shady place. She thought it would be dark and run down, but instead it was bright and clean, if a bit hard on the eyes. The love hotel also sold several sex toys, outfits, and had a contact terminal for ordering a pony to come and join them for a fuck. There was also a little snack and drink bar along with a washroom that included a shower. This place had everything, it seemed.

A receptionist looked at Feather from behind a counter. She, herself, was smoking from a long pipe. She also wore a huge grin on her face. “So, somepony likes ‘em small. At least you're not younger.”

“Well, just remember to clean yourself off after.” She then waved Feather off dismissively. After that she trotted further into the hotel.

Guessing that the tampered generator is in the basement, that’s where Feather went first. When she arrived, however, she found more hotel rooms down there.

Taking a deep breath, Feather opened the first door. She didn’t see the generator, but did see a pony dressed up like a baby while being nursed by a much larger mare… Feather backed out as fast as possible while thinking, Nope! So much nope in here!

The second room had some sort of play going on. The ponies were in different over the top costumes. They acted with exaggerated motions. The third was empty. The forth had a stallion tied to a bed and a black latex covered mare holding a whip. The mare in charge glanced at Feather as she quickly apologized before backing out. Her hairs stood on end from the mares commanding glare. Feather’s eye pupils also shrank to tiny little pins.

Stopping at another door, Feather could feel it; the wind warped from under the crack ... it calling to her. She was correct. She had, at last, found the tampered generator.

Stepping inside, the room was rather bare with clean sheets covering the walls and a simple bed in the middle. Unfortunately there were also three stallions in the room. They were shark ponies to be exact. They all turned to look at Feather.

“Finally! She’s here, though you're a lot smaller than we were told. No matter. Let's get this bang started,” one of the shark ponies spoke to Feather as he trotted over.

Feather pondered for a moment about backing out, but the generator was here, and she needed to place the kill switch on it.

“Yes… lets?” she said with an uncertainty. She was also unsure what they were here for, but if she just needed to quickly get them off, then it couldn't be harder than Stern.

Following the shark pony to the bed, the other two looked at Feather with both uncertainties but also hunger in their eyes.

“We should call this off, Shana. They clearly made a mistake,” the second said.

The third grunted. “We’re leaving tomorrow, and I’m not jacking you off again, Katelin! But ya, she is rather on the small side. Maybe we just take turns?”

At this point Feather felt worried that maybe she should have asked at least a few questions before playing along.

Then two rubbery hooves grabbed onto her hips. She felt something hard on her backside.

“Horizons doesn't make mistakes like this, and if it was, she would tell us,” the first shark pony, Shana, said while looking down at Feather with hunger in his eyes.

She considered it, as just being here was stupid. Now she was in a stupid situation. If Stern Wing was here, he’d… he’d… he would probably find some floozy mare to fuck!

“What are you waiting for? I can do this!” Feather snapped at the three shark ponies.

The first shark pony grinned, showing rows of razor-sharp teeth which caused Feather to shrink in fear.

There was no warning. No slow before fast. Just a sudden thrust. Feather was impaled on the first shark pony’s dick. It was a pain which shot up through her spine.

Though not as big as Stern, the stallion had gone in dry, and it hurt. The pain caused her to yelp, but with each thrust, it got easier as she got wetter.

Still, after that first thrust, something felt wrong.

She then felt it ... the stallion’s throbbing cock unleashed its load into her. He pulled out shortly after that.

One down, and two to go, Feather thought to herself glad, it was at least quick.

“Fuck! Was she a virgin? There's blood in the cum!” one of them said in shock.

“Naw. I think Vicky might have torn something. Should have done some foreplay first,” another commented.

“Whatever. She works here, so it’s fine. We paid for a gange bang, so they sent us a mare for the job,” the first huffed. “Now stop complaining and take your turn. That’s what we agreed too.”

The stallions shifted around. One came up behind Feather and asked, “What’s this?” The stallion tugged on the annal beads. “Well, it’s in the way.”

With a pull, pain erupted from her asshole which forced Feather to bite the bead to not scream.

“Oh, annal beads… shit. I’m not supposed to just pull them like that. Sorry,” he said before Feather felt a dick on her ass.

Fortunately, the stallion had grabbed some lube and poured it on his dick before pushing it in, causing it to not hurt as much as the last stallion. He thrust like a hungry beast, forcing pain and pleasure to shoot up Feather’s spine, but as soon as it started, the stallion finished, pulling out before she could feel really good.

Two down, one to go, she again thought to herself, feeling a bit disgusted with herself, but it at least would be soon over.

The third stallion looked down at Feather. There was a twinge of guilt in his hungry eyes, but also a determination to not let this opportunity pass him by. With a hoof up, he brought it down to slap Feather’s rear hard. “Okay whore, you get what you asked for!” he growled, and like the previous stallion, began fucking her in the ass.

He was not gentle or kind. Worst of all, he was not quick.

By the time he had finished, Feather had shamefully orgasmed, but at least it was over. She could finish the job.

“So are the others here yet?” The first stallion asked, causing Feathers ears to perk up in worry.

“Ya. Those bitches are coming down now,” the second stallion said.

“Well, we got our first dibs, so I don’t mind sharing now,” the third was jacking off at Feather as he spoke.

A glob of cum hit her in the face just as the door opened. Two more shark ponies stepped in, looking pissed.

“Fucking assholes! You sent us to the wrong place!” one of the new stallions shouted.

The first just shrugged. “Well, you always scare the mares off, so we wanted a little fun first. Soften her up, so to speak.”

Another glob of cum hit Feather on the side of her head.

“Whatever! I got blue balls, so get out of my way!” the new stallion grumbled as he trotted over to Feather

Looking at the aggressive stallion and at his now presented throbbing cock, Feather then realized something. She realized that, from the very start, she could have come here as a maintenance worker like Treron had suggested…

Feather was then forced to deepthroat the stallion’s dick. She had to keep herself from accidentally biting the stallion as he pushed her head all the way to the base. It didn’t take too long. Her head was pushed up and down the cock until he came. By the time she was let go, her head was feeling light. She also coughed up a lot of seemen.

“Alright, let's all have at it!” the stallion announced.

Feather found herself surrounded by five shark ponies, like a lamb surrounded by wolves.

They started by jacking off in a circle around her. She was hit by their ejaculate multiple times. Feather could only think about how this was her own fault and how she deserved this. She could have turned back. she could have gone in with some pony, but noooooooo, she had to do it on her own. Stern was distracting everypony. That’s what she had asked him to do, and he did it. But here, Feather chose to be on her own. She had chosen to pretend to be an employee and was now fucking these stallions as her own choice. She had no pony to blame but herself. She felt the pain and shame that she thought she deserved.

She was penetrated in her ass and pussy. Her hips were rocking back and forth while giving a stallion a blow job and jacking the other two off. Every orifice got filled and was filled by their seamen. The smell of their musk and the roughness of their cock were horrendous. They loved to slap her ass, making it feel raw, but the pain only made her climax faster.

Eventually one would get bored. They would then switch places. At first they continued in a five way with all having a turn in her pussy, her ass, her mouth, and having her soft hooves rub another one out. Feather didn’t care and even encouraged them to continue. The pleasure of her debasement was all she needed right now. It kept her from thinking or screaming.

The stallions then dwindled as Feather tired. Where she was survising all five at once, now it was two at a time. She laid back as they had their way with her by pounding as hard as possible. Her belly felt full. Both her pussy and ass leaked cum whenever not plugged with a dick.

Feather lost count how many times she had orgasmed. She also lost count how many times she was penetrated, cumed on, slapped, and called a whore, among other names.

But, eventually, there were just two of them. One was plowing her cunt which forced what little cum was in him and into her, and the other she was trying to squeeze what jizz she could into her mouth.

Eventually, they finally left, which left her covered in cum and shame, so Feather began to masturbate, but felt nothing. She was numb. She was stretched. She was bruised, and worse, she felt like a worthless cheating whore.

Crawling up into a ball, Feather began to sob. Her tears mixed with both seamen and blood.

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Jornal Log 24

After placing the killswitch, I washed myself off in a nearby shower and had another fit of sobbing. After that, I began washing out my inside. The fishy taste of their cum would not go away no matter how much I gargled mouthwash. I can’t sit down with how abused my backside is.

Still, I deserved it all with how fucking stupid I was being. Stern rush's in. That’s how she always is, and I usually think things through. That nightclub, I knew what was going on, that Stern was just following my plan, and I got mad at her for that, for my bad decisions, and now look at me…

I don’t know how I’ll look at her now. I’m mad at her, but I just did something a hundred times worse.

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