Reversed Paradise

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Journal Log 29

Still unable to keep track of the days with my mind mostly in a fog. Reading this journal reminds me that I am doing something important, but I can’t seem to focus enough to do much.

My belly is too swollen to move far, and my tits needs somepony to milk them. They say it should pass soon, not that I believe them. They seem to like me too much. Between work, they have me entertain the workers. It’s fun! It makes me feel loved. They even gave me gifts such as rings for my tits and nose.

I want to concentrate, but it's too hard.

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Feather moaned loudly. The creature that was filling her ass was big and wooly with the dick to match. She moved her hip to make his member hit her insides faster and stronger, though her bloated stomach had made it far more work. It didn’t take long for her to tire out. Her customer resorted to pulling her up and like a cock sleave.

When he was done, Feather was left on her back, wanting more, but unable to move. He decided to just masturbate over her, unloading the rest of his spunk onto her swollen crotch tits.

“Your time is up!” one of the workers shouted.

With a ggrumbleumble, Feather’s lover trotted out.

The worker stepped in, cocking an eyebrow before grabbing a hose to spray off Feather.

“Look at you, servicing more customers than any mare here, and still wanting more. Normally niphos like you get set up in one of the clubs,” the hippogriff-like mare said as she stood over Feather.

She was a worker here, but also survived customers. She took some of the same drugs, but not the juice. Because of that, she, too, had milking tits and , though it was smaller, a bloated stomach. She also sported piercing all over her body. Many of them were centered around her genitals.

After the wash, she attached a thin leash to Feather’s nose ring. After that, she got Feather up up on all four legs. Though she was not so bloated that she could not move, it had become hard to trot, so they moved slowly.

They stopped in the dress-up room. Both of them putt on a cow printed latex outfits. During this time, Feather was allowed to remove her bit in favor of a ring bit that kept her mouth open. A small chain was also added to her tit rings, of which the worker pilled little on.

The pain felt good to Feather.

Feather was then taken to what she knew as the brake room, meaning it was time to have fun with her… friends.

A stallion took the leash and pulled Feather to the middle of the room with a wide grin on his face.

“Alright, it’s a deal. You get to keep the mare, and I get fucked,” the mare said with an annoyed tone.

The stallion laughed and tossed a small box to the mare. “Next time don’t bet your valuables on a card game.”

Pulling out another ring bit gag, the mare put it on and bent down to show the stallion her ass and pussy.

A bit of drool ddrippedropped from the stallion's mouth. “I fucking love submissive bitches.”

Turning to a small table nearby, the stallion poured a line of white powder on the table, then snorted it all. After that, he let out a satisfied sigh as he became erect.

His cock was not all that llargeage, but it was decorated with many piercings. They went up his member like a ladder.

Feather watched as he mounted the mare and began thrusting as hard as he could. The sound of their piercings clattered with each wet slap of their hip. Next, he grabbed the mares choker and pulled back hard as they continued to fuck. The mare choked and moaned.

Feather masturbated as she watched, unable to take her eyes off the two.

The mare struggled, but only when she passed out did he let her go. The mare wet herself as her hips twitched.

He continued to fuck her unconscious body for a few more minutes until she woke up, upon which she was forced to clean his cock, all the while tears ran down her cheeks.

The mare was a wreck, left panting on the floor as she masturbated.

When he finally turned to Feather, she laid back, knowing it was her turn for some good old-fashioned fucking. The stallion was still very much hard and ready to go, gleaming with saliva and precum.

Placing his cock between her now ample crotch tits, he pulled the chain before trusting, making the sensitive Feather moan loudly. It all felt sensational for Feather; the pain, the humiliation, and the domination.

He cummed onto her bloated belly, holding a wicked grin as he placed his cock at Feather's ass.

Slamming it in, Feather felt it all. His dick and the piercings went inside of her. It hurt, and Feather liked the pain.

“The best thing about small mares like you,” He said in a devilish tone, “you're so easy to do anything with.”

Reaching down, the stallion placed both hooves on Feather’s neck and began the squeeze as he fucked her ass.

Everything began to fade as Feather could not breathe. The experience caused her to violently orgasm bringing her to a new string of pleasure. Shortly later, everything went back.

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As Feather began to regain consciousness, she vaguely began to recognize the world around her. The dirty room, the smell of chemicals and shame, the hot feeling of her loins which demanded that she finds anything to fuck. All of this along with the sounds of sex.

Though it sounded more panicked.

And she was not being fucked by her master.

Yet she could feel something holding her. It was slick and wet, wrapping around her body.

Feather found herself being held in the air as tentacles had her in their grasp. Confused and aroused, the small mare tried to concentrate, but her desire for sex was still overpowering.

“Ohh, please fuck me,” the words came gasped of Feather’s mouth. Her mind was still too hazy to understand them.

Gently moved around, Feather got sight of the source of the tentacle. It was a vaguely pony-shaped creature which looked more like it was made of wood, but seemed to have a shine to it like crystal.

“Be at ease. I will be purging you of the toxins now,” the strange plant pony spoke in her head, causing Feather to relax.

More tentacles stretched out from the plant pony’s body as the tentacles held Feather r legs spread open. Rubbing on both her pussy and ass, they secreted a sweet-smelling fluid, then slowly inserted themselves into Feather. Another tentacle forced its way into her mouth and two more latched onto her nipples.

She could feel them enter deep within herself, as far as possible. Her stomach, her intestines , and her womb were wonderfully violated. All as the milk was sucked out of her body. It made her body numb as literal electricity ran through her body, causing her body to spasm with rapid orgasms.

As the seconds melted away, Feather felt better and better, but also more satisfied. She could feel her craving for sex diminish. She still wanted to fuck, but now she could think more clearly. She was starting to feel like Feather Wind again and not some a cock hungry whore.

The horror and the nightmares of the last week became all too real, yet Feather felt calm as her whole body was violated from the inside out. She felt too calm about it all.

“It is fine. I am suppressing your base and higher emotion, keeping your body from releasing stress hormone,” the plant alien told her in her own head. “It will be over soon, but you will need to be kept sedated until we can keep you in a more relaxed state. Your mind is in a fragile state and must be kept from scoring too much stress too soon, or permanent damage may occur. We are here to help, so stay at ease.”

Letting Feather down, the tentacles slowly left Feather’s body, leaving her in a calm and sedated state. She was aware of what was going on but was in too much in a dream-like state to care. She looked at her modified body. It was covered in metal but her belly and tits had shrunken, no longer swollen beyond normal.

The plant pony trotted off, and Feather could see the masters being escorted out, muzzled and leashed, all looking pissed off and scared.

Feather herself could not bring herself to care. She was feeling too good to care. Too relaxed. She gently began playing with her sensitive tits as she waited for the kind plant pony to return.

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Journal Log 30

To say remembering that week was a nightmare is an understatement. Horizons forced me to wear a collar that sends some physically soothing signal whenever I started to stress out. It is awkward to say the least, but I am grateful for it. For the last few days, I have been quite relaxed and have been working through what issues this event has caused me.

They have been keeping all the victims, including myself, as a private spa where the locals cater to everything we need or want. Ironically a lot of that involved sex.

I am ashamed to say that even I could not control myself, and several times a day have taken to a local to bed whenever I could get there in time. Letting myself be taken while around the others was embarrassing, yet thrilling.

All that said and done, it had been good to actually get to know the other mares here, like we now have a bond of sisterhood. We talk about what happened, cry, laugh, scream, and even share a bit about what we did enjoy about it.

Horizons says it is a process to get us all to quickly get to a state where we can process it all on our own, so as to reduce the mental damage we have, or could get. They seem to understand this more than I may ever will, so I trust them.

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Journal Log 31

My stomach is finally normal again, so the girls and I shared a drink to celebrate. Unfortunately it seems my breasts are here to say, though at least there is a more manageable size. Horizons is still looking into the way, but they say that I’ll be lactating until I get off planet, but at least I’m not producing that drug anymore.

Small blessings.

In other good news, all of our limbedos are under control. We're still horny a lot of the time, but it's more of a, “would like to have fun, but I can wait” kind of horny. I have still gotten some help, but the local stud just doesn't quite size up for me.

The doctors have told me that my body is mostly back to normal and the damage to my genitals is repaired, but it seems I’m still quite stretched out. Though I have a feeling Stern could fill me up.

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Sorry, my mind is still not entirely clear. I need to meditate… and masturbate.

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Journal Log 32

Our time is almost done at the spa. We even were able to take off the physically soothing collar. Though a lot of us then began to crash hard, we were able to rebound within the day. It was good we had each other for support. That helped a lot.

It all hit me quite hard, but what was worse was that, deep down, I enjoyed it. I was not some noble colt confused about who I was. There was no evil to fight. No responsibility. It was just all pleasure, nothing more.

I’m not sure this world is making me this way, or I always had this mindset deep down.

It made me sick at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was the part of me that just wanted to run away. The part of me that wanted to just hoof all the responsibility to some other pony. I was the victim, so I’m not at fault. That’s the part of me that loved it all. Taking responsibility meant admitting I was at fault, but blaming myself for everything only made it worse.

Rubberband effect is what I think the counselor called it.

The plant pony that saved me was also our counselor for the last day of the spa, evaluating us to see if we were ready to leave or not. Sprigins, they were called, and surprisingly they are not plants but rocks that act like plants. The Counselor was basically one big living crystal.

Well, the Counselor believes that because I resisted so much to my own sexuality, then placed all the responsibility on myself when things went wrong. Myy own mind revolted once I lost all control. So where most of the mares had some resistance, I fell into the role of a sex slave hard. The Counselor did say that I had more of the drug in my body than any other mare, so that would have made things worse.

Still, I was advised to avoid any shady place and stay with ponies I can trust. Though I was found to be mentally healthy now, I could still easily relapse if placed in such a situation again.

For now, I just need to talk to Stern. I know she must be worried sick about me and I hate having done this to her.

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