Author's Note

It's Fireflower again with the seventh installment of my first My Little Pony fanfic going beyond the typical oneshots I'd made from before and already using canon characters as human beings instead of their normal forms; however, this is nonetheless a Mature fimfic for this chapter here will deal with certain subject matters considered unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated.

As a matter of fact, you'd probably have seen this warning before last time so if you decide to read this chapter now and feel sick, then that's on you; after all, as far as I see it, I did well enough to inform you in advance, especially considering the similarities between certain earlier chapters no less: to put it bluntly, this is how the whole series began had you readers been paying attention throughout the years.

Needless to say, I'd been prepared to deal with whatever responses you intend to make regarding this chapter alone no less: unlike the other individuals hiding behind disables and the like, I'd like nothing more than a review just like everyone else; of course, there's a reason why the term, Everyone Has Standards, exists and they'd have a good general consensus on what had been written as it were.

Arctic

All throughout the way, there was an abysmal unknown of complete blackness where only such factors of sight, substance, and scent lay buried inside those obscurities best referred to as a void. The exceptions that had given clues to the very location’s identity were surface, sensitivity, and sound: such were the gentle breezes being close to comfort anyone that would cross their paths. Most importantly, the current occupancy was above from simply desolate, let alone abandoned; after all, there were a few colors in many caliginous shades and hues giving off their silent cries.

Then, without any kind of warning whatsoever, a stray hissing had given birth to new light, giving off a solid vermilion glow in the process. In its range was a stony lonesome corridor where the source of illumination resided, already a part of a small trail etching deep inside them all. On the opposite side were a set of steel bars serving as a gateway to small worlds, each divided into three regions and containing but a keyhole. Nestled inside them were a whole lot of nothingness, signified by the metamorphic rock walls all throughout as uniform to a fault so to speak of.

One exception was a tanned tenant sitting against one of the walls as the torchlight from across the hallway illuminated the face through shadows. A platinum crown with a raspberry heart occupied the disunited tresses of orchids matted about from the scalp, matching both the cheeks and lips. Speaking of which, arctic blue eyeshadow was slathered about, held in place by thick jet–black eyeliner as it had shared the tanned tenant’s dress. In addition, a pair of piercings were also discovered over their owner’s ears, brimming with the winds of change brought about by gold experience. Snugly worn around the tanned tenant’s neckline was but a red collar with a little ring of silver chariot hanging from down the middle altogether.

“Huh… where exactly am I: what is this strange place; why am I even here all of the sudden…?” a snort had escaped from the painted lips, a rough and raspy soprano cutting into the stony lonesome already as the lids flew open; inside them, a similar color had emerged from them as they’d started shifting to and fro almost instantaneously.

It didn’t take much for both eyes to be focused in on the metal bars from the right, rolling both of them as their owner started to take a stand keenly.

Before long, a loud shriek was heard before being suppressed all of the sudden, “KYAAAAAA!”

“Oh, I see you’re standing up already…” a deep voice cut closer to home, macho and confident as it had originated from a man approaching from the left side, “let’s go: our boss wants to see you…”

“Boss…?” the tanned tenant talked tersely as some metals clicked and creaked before both orbs as the door was opened.

As far as the lone eyewitness was concerned, he was joined by two of his compeers, each with their own similarities and differences for the former to see. On the one hand, they were all brightly skinned, somewhat muscular, dark haired, and grinning menacingly; additionally, they wore more clothing already. In any case, the tanned tenant was too busy being overwhelmed with cautious apprehension to even care about differentiating between the trio altogether.

Nevertheless, the men in question were in dire need of introduction so to speak, something which had been done for the lonely occupant from the very beginning no less. The first of these had dark orange hair, wearing a green vest, black jeans, and gray shoes; despite this, his chest was open enough to display many muscles up and down. After him, his second compeer was only a brunet with his squared off stubble, currently wearing a jet–black ensemble of a jacket, undershirt, pants, and boots all and all. Lastly, but not least, a dirty blond with a mustache and beard combo alongside the thickest pair of eyebrows donned a midnight tanktop, gray pants, and green sandals.

All that the darker ginger could say to the tanned tenant was to the point, “yeah, you heard us; we ain’t going to repeat ourselves: get out…”

“Who are you people; where exactly am I: what is this place…?” the lonely occupant summoned the strength to reply, brimming with resolve compared to initially, “I don’t even remember coming here by myself, let alone all dressed up from top to bottom like some Equestrian girl no less…!”

“These questions do not matter to us at all, egglayer; what matters is our plan: all of Equestria belongs to us now anyway…” the brunet had laughed repressively as his compeer on the left walked in and dragged away the tanned tenant out by the wrist.

It didn’t take long for the lonely occupant to not only realize the rather stark differences in height regarding the men in question, the former was quick to grimace and opened wide in response; however, all that had came out was some unscented dioxide, prompted some jeering as some words came out after a few more brief tries, “what’s going on: why can’t I breath any fire…?”

“Princesses don’t breath fire really; see, you’re an adorable little princess: a tiara on your head, a frilly dress, and you can sashay…” the tall ginger upfront of the tanned tenant answered immediately, placing his thumb directly upon the latter’s lower lip slowly, “even before laying eyes on you, we had a simple plan in mind for those whom would wield fire against us innately.”

“What the fuck is this: what did you all do to me, you sons of bitches; what’s going on?!” growled the painted occupant, throwing a punch at the captor’s face only to hear something snap.

In a matter of seconds, the tanned tenant felt that hand burn up as the tall ginger was unfazed; nevertheless, he’d spoken softly, “consider yourself thankful we’re all patient entrepreneurs: there are plenty of people out there in the world willing to pay us all…”

“Pay you… what are you talking about…?” the painted occupant sputtered about as both eyelids contracted about almost instantaneously so to speak of, “I don’t understand all this: you say that you’re entrepreneurs yet you’re no better than a bunch of pests trying to taking our treasure like those Equestrians mother spoke of…!”

“Ah, yes, the Dragon Lady, lovely wife of the respectable and respective Dragon Lord Maximus: we’d bet you were already wondering what became of them since you’d last seen either of them; after all, it’s only natural for islanders such as yourselves to branch out far from home here…” said the bearded onlooker as his more open compeer pulled the tanned tenant out of the confines.

In an instant, both eyes had widened further since the awakening, their owner spitting out freely almost immediately altogether, “no… you’re lying…”

“Your father’s name was Maximus, right…?” the tall ginger had whispered into the tanned tenant’s ears softly, “and your mother Caldera…”

“What have you done to them…?” the painted pedestrian had shaked briefly despite standing in place.

A wide grin escaped the tanned tenant’s captor as he’d replied softly, “she sure had a mole in a unique place, you know it kind turn me on…”

“No, you didn’t…” the painted pedestrian struggled to speak before grimacing about eventually so to speak of no less, “you bastards…!”

“Maximus, he’s such a tight–lip: he didn’t even try to speak for his kind; what was he teaching you brats…?” the tall ginger snickered about.

The tanned tenant smashed the stonewall with a loud yet subdued groan, “FUCK…!”

“Do you feel the hate swelling, that hate that comes from your grudge…?” the painted pedestrian’s captor had hissed into the listener’s ear again, “it’s merely a reflection of you; ask yourself, Smolder: how many people have you harmed…?”

“Gar–Gar…?” the eponymous listener gasped.

Out of the three men laughing softly, the tall ginger had said, “you mean your big brother, Garble…?”

“Garble…” the tanned tenant talked, “where is he…?”

“He’s alive if that’s what you’re implying: who would ever guess such a fearsome creature having a heart for his own sister; it’d be a shame if anything else ever happens to him if at all on account of him being too resistant to boss’ wishes, wouldn’t you agree, little miss hot ass…?” Smolder’s handler answered without need.

Though the tanned tenant attempted to stay resolute, both eyes were betraying the facade slowly as a squeak escaped orchid lips, “whatever it is, I need to know: what do you plan on doing to Garble; are you going to–––”

“Kill him, is that what you were going to say, my little princess…?” the tall ginger interjected, catching Smolder off–guard as the latter was too unnerved to face either him or his compeers, “you know, for the spawn of the Dragon Lord, you’re pretty bad at staying strong; nevertheless, we ain’t going to kill him at all: your father and brother are far too useful for us all to be dead…”

“What do you intend to do with us if you’re not going to kill any of us: what about the others like us; what will become of them…?” the tanned tenant tepidly told the tough triumvirate as a tiny teardrop tersely tore throughout the tactically titanium tactile template.

It didn’t take much for Smolder’s handler to respond simply, “you’ll find out soon enough: after all, it’s better to show, not tell; besides, we haven’t got all day for needless exposition here and there…”

“I see then…” the tanned tenant timidly thrummed as both feet underneath the dress began to move forward, this time leading the way altogether, “what in acids is going on here: first I’m sleeping in an island cave faraway from home only to wake up here in some frou–frou glittery lacy outfit like some prissy princess bride; how did I end up in all this? Not only that, I couldn’t even make an attack on any of these guys whatsoever: my firebreathing usually gets the job done in and out of battle, something many of my kind would understand, like my family; none of them would ever even dare to let themselves lose to such flameless worms like these so–called treasure hunters or their boss. Failing that, my punch should’ve been enough to put a dent in that bastard’s face, let alone my nails: at least with all that force, he would’ve been gasping for air, with or without all that blood to cough up first; instead, my fist feels like I’ve touched the surface of the sun of all things from the inside out when it’d happened and he didn’t even react whatsoever. Could it be the same for all of his buddies, much less their boss of all beings; no, that couldn’t be right at all: how the fuck would they be able to march into our homes and take us down without even slaying any of us, much less use us for our labor like common serfs and the like?! It would’ve made more sense if that’s how they were able to takeover all of Equestria as their friend had it said before if at all: to be honest, I never knew much about Equestria, save for some of our kind living up in one of their cities nearby the coastline; come to think of it, my brother and mother would’ve thought of them as weak for not taking charge like us islanders would do. These Equestrians know nothing about us, other than as mere stereotypes bent on kidnapping princesses or controlling climate: all we do is hoard gems and terrorize villagers but most of the time we stay faraway from anyone and/or anything wanting us gone; I thought tatzlwurms, hydras, and rocs alone were bad enough when it’d came to the molt but this alone is ridiculous! Better yet, how the fuck could they even takeover our home altogether if Equestria wasn’t enough for them so to speak of: even before my father became the Dragon Lord, there were plenty of others who would do whatever it’d took to protect us; irregardless, how could they even reach us, let alone set foot on there, with all the deterrents if many Equestrians wont try? As far as I’d remembered, we didn’t always stay here nor was it our original homeland altogether where we’d lived far from here: our ancestors and predecessors were nomads searching for a place where no one would even dare to exploit and/or eliminate us; even now, the only allies we have were the ones favoring the cold more than we’d embraced the hot by contrast nevertheless. Now that I think about it, does Yakyakistan know anything regarding either of these lands becoming besieged before us all: I’d never been able to see any of their people in person, if all, but if they were anything like in the past, they won’t even submit; they, the Yaks themselves, are proud and strong, just like us – they can endure anything, as long as they have hope kept alive.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!” a loud guttural moan escaped in Smolder’s ears, messing with the corporeal composure at once.

It’d not been edifying for the tanned tenant to be in this unknown location for a while not, being moved and shaken by two feet and meeting leering gazes and pants ready to boil all over at once. As far as Smolder had seen and/or heard ever since, there were sets of steel bars already locked: most of them were empty from top to bottom; others had tenants whom were too indescribable. Nevertheless, the tanned tenant couldn’t bother to notice the variations in any of the inhabitants: out of many of them both eyes had been laid on, only a few were currently in the altogether as is.

There was nothing else that Smolder could even do at this moment, despite leading the way for the three men abaft their guide: the least that could be done was to make it to the end of the corridor the same way they’d pulled the former out of the cell prior; even so, their eyes were enough to create a condensation of concern, amongst other attributes they’d possessed currently.

Even worse, another man had appeared at the end of it all, standing by on the right from the corner of the tanned tenant’s eye: there were so many similarities between the trio and the loner, their captive couldn’t even be bothered to care in the very least; having said it, the bystander was carrying a slender sugarplum scepter with a large sanguine gem held within its clawsome grip.

Smolder felt the cyan orbs widened about as the equipped onlooker joined his peers in boxing their captive from all four corners, leaving the former alone in a sea of cerebrations so to speak, “the Bloodstone Scepter, how the fuck did these pests get ahold of it: last time I’d checked, my dad ended up becoming Dragon Lord years ago after Torch stepped down; where’s he at now?!”

Compared to the cells the tanned tenant had been staying in, their collective surroundings were the most spacious in terms of air: the open space betwixt predominately equilangular ceilings and amorphous tiled flooring were held into place by smooth pillars; still, its stony lonesomeness was as oppressive as it’d been prior to their arrival, especially to the former’s ears altogether no less. The walls were in a much darker color compared to the ones Smolder’s cyan eyes were treated to seeing from across the steel bars: the only commonality between the observer’s domain and current location were the abundance of lit torches between the pillars; nevertheless, the shadowy atmosphere still prevailed as is, keeping things dank and dire even for both the flesh and fabrics.

It didn’t take much for the tanned tenant to become white like cold dry ice when out of the many individuals here, one stood out: a tall woman with a brighter tan stuck in the middle of a broken circle already filled to the brim with but muscular lupine bipeds; the lack of textiles on her body to make the former stop cold at once, especially considering the abundance of pasty white fluids. Unlike Smolder’s cyan eyes, there were blood–red orbs emanating from the centerpiece’s narrow eyelids at this moment in time: they were wet with achromatic compounds, already mixing in with the opaque solution emptying out into her general direction; despite some unmixed drops falling upon the surface area, she was too drained to even react to what was going on, if at all. The tall woman’s shorter sapphire tresses were already matted with many of the same liquids from much earlier so to speak of: in her darker counterpart’s eyes, there were a lot of strands out of place, acute signs of rough treatment both past and present; this alone was enough to for the latter to notice the differences of integuments between the former and the spectators roundabout. Like Smolder, she, too, wore piercings upon her earlobes, except they were like the star platinum the world has yet to be aware of; however, due to the state of their wearer, its glitz and glamour were sullied by the stubborn stains made by all interactive explorers: considering what had been done to her, this was all that the former could even take regarding the latter’s plight altogether.

In any case, the tall woman had fell out of place onto a large thin puddle of their own making as her lupine explorers broke away; afterwards, she’d slowly crawled further away from her darker correspondent with but a goofy gaze as the former gurgled about, “Scoss… my master… can I get my own reward…?”

“Scoss, master… is this who these men are talking about earlier…?” Smolder had ruminated as both eyes pointed away from her soiled body, already staring down at two additional men atop a small stairwell, “come to think of it, who was that woman anyway: I know for a fact she was from around here somewhere; was she one of past Dragon Lords’ daughters or something…?”

“Didn’t you hear what my aide said?” one of the voices boomed in front of the tanned tenant, belonging to the speaker sitting: his short hair was black as his shirt, eyes red as his cape, skin much brighter, lightly scarred, and rather brawny compared to them; additionally, he’d worn a pair of taupe pants alongside an iron ensemble of a pauldron, gauntlet, and some greaves already.

Standing right next to him, a slimmer and brighter counterpart bearing longer brown hair stopped at the neck wearing eyeglasses: the more colorful attire under the blue cloak consisted of a green shirt matching orbs, some jet–black pants, and tall beige boots; it was at this moment the latter had said plainly with a smile on the visage, “we have brought her to be raped as you requested.”

“No, I want more…” the taller woman moaned as she was being dragged away by the arms thanks to the same beings right past Smolder with a trail of white being made, “I want more cum…”

“It seems I am no longer welcome elsewhere; there’s something I’ve been dying to know: I wonder if an oviparous lifeform can get pregnant from a mammal…” the muscular man said with a smirk after standing up to face the tanned tenant, much to the cheers and jeers of his peers up in front of him.

At that moment, Smolder was becoming surrounded by many other lupine bipeds, no different from the ones roundabout her; unlike the latter, the former suppressed a laugh while declaring, “I would never submit to a rotten bunch of stupid worms like you; I will be taking this back on behalf of my family…”

It didn’t take much time whatsoever for the tanned tenant to reach deep inside the chest area and pull out a white–hot chili pepper: as far as the onlookers could see, it’d had ended up becoming consumed by its user, swallowing it whole in one gulp without fear; afterwards, nostrils soon flared up with smoke before some hot flames instantaneously emerged from it’d whence came. Smolder guided the concentrated flurry of heat, oxygen, and fuel at the standing targets without any form of hesitation already: the drooling snarls from before had now metamorphosed into bloodcurdling shrieks and howls as the others faraway watched on; the blaze had spread itself out upon them from head to toe as the closing circle became open again, this time by the former. Although many of the men had kept a safe distance by comparison, they were all firmly intense in regards to the tanned tenant: the fact they’d been staring at the ongoing attack was enough to keep them on edge, especially considering the victims rising; nevertheless, the hot fires within the source began to subside, leaving their deliverer down on both knees around the burnt bodies.

“Now then, that was a huge failure, wasn’t it, princess?” the booming man laughed as he’d walked past the charred corpses to face the coughing and panting Smolder, “I see it must be a last minute resort…”

“This was one of the hottest spices grown on the outskirts in all the Lands; I won’t let you do as you please…!” the tanned tenant growled whilst glaring fiercely at the tallest onlooker, the former struggling to regain control over respiration.

The booming man wasted no time sneering at Smolder as he’d declared, “very well, I will have fun breaking you down; get it on, boys: the princess we captured is hot as fuck and a tomboy! Get the Dragon Lord’s daughter!”

A thunderous roar emanated from his compeers as the tanned tenant had no time at all to react, caught in their collective grip: after being forced down onto the ground, the latter was lifted back up, this time a few feet off the flooring underneath by them; now, all four limbs were restrained completely, much to the delight of the former as a pair of crystal shoes were also discovered too.

“Dammit all, I figure with what had been found at my home, the least I could do was fight my way out of this fuckhole at once!” Smolder thought internally, refusing to look into the smirking faces of any of the men currently restricting any movement at all, “I haven’t been good at thinking on my feet lately; now, I’m awake and time had stopped cold, along with my escape. Either way, there’s far too many of them for me to burn or beat down all alone, with or without that spice on me so to speak of; I guess it’d worked the same for me as it’d done for them, Equestrian or Dragon as far as what these bastards of his had told me: I just wish I’d knew that part earlier if at all, let alone care about one in where how they were able to get ahold of either.”

“Nice dressup: you might be a princess, but this gets them excited nicely; …” their leader had laughed as the tanned tenant watched the hems of the fabric being lifted up, showing off a snow–white ensemble of panties, stockings, and garter belt.

Out of the sea of men holding Smolder in place, one of them had asked the rest at once, “is she trembling?”

“I thought the Dragon Lord’s daughter was a slut…” the other indistinct peer answered as the tanned tenant was shaking about in place, “what with that grand display earlier, do you think she really is…?”

“Then we just have to try and find out… now then…!” yet another man snickered as a wayward hand had grabbed onto the edge of the undergarment and tore it away from Smolder, baring the fluid flowerbed of fresh flesh underneath for all to see as their owner felt airy in a matter of seconds.

Considering the reality regarding how similar the tanned tenant was to the taller correspondent, it was all the proof they needed: the former was at their mercy, or, in the women’s case, lack thereof since the panties were long gone altogether as of currently; one man in particular had commented on her dishabille instantaneously, “I want to start sucking on it so nice it smells…!”

“Captain…!” barked one of the observant men as Smolder’s resolve wavered before the crowd slowly but surely, “please check out if she’s still a virgin…!”

“Let’s see…” their tallest leader said as he’d knelt down at eye level to see the tanned tenant’s velvet underground up close and personally before stretching it folds apart, much to her dismay as she blushed about and began to shut away both eyes while struggling to hold firm all the same.

All this discomfort Smolder felt thanks to them had overwhelmed her recent memory of burning her brighter counterpart’s lupine assailants alive as she was stuck cerebrating about nevertheless, “they can’t see it, none of them should ever see it; my power is waning: at this rate…”

“She looks like a perfect virgin down here; this makes me laugh…” the muscular captain had commented after taking a peek and whiff from the tanned tenant’s whispering eye, standing back up to face her as he’d unraveled a slender appendage, “let’s get going then; prepare yourself, princess…”

“Don’t be ridiculous…!” Smolder had spat out.

A few seconds of silence were all washed upon the whole area of influence, catching the tanned tenant off–guard when it ended: in its place was a loud scream emanating from her as she’d felt her fleshy flowerbed becoming obstructed yet still overflowing; the cause was the men’s leader lodging himself directly into it as blood poured out from whence it’d came from before them all.

Nevertheless, the muscular captain wasted no time going in and out of Smolder’s vulnerable flesh of her velvet underground: as a result, she was gasping for oxygen in between intervals, despite having her collared neckline still free from all external forces; still, the burning sensation from before shifted downward as he’d laughed at her pain instantly, “I’m up in your womb…”

“No matter how my body is defiled, as long as I have my last resort, your sperm will not reach my uterus…” the tanned tenant ruminated, glaring at her sole invader whom had now held her in place with his right hand over her bare breech, “we’re too strong to suffer such an indignity, unlike that whelp of a whore: I won’t fall victim to what they’d made her do with these wolves!”

“Captain, can we do her too; can we suck her tits…?” asked one of his underlings watching him enter Smolder’s whispering eye: this was more than enough to leave her in some more pain than whatever their tallest leader was still doing already so to speak of; not only that, this question alone had started to expand her outlook much faster than what was being done beyond the mind.

Even worse, the tanned tenant’s invader answered almost immediately long before she was even subject to furthermore indignity: her immodesty had grown against her will and wishes alike when one of his peers soon ripped open her arctic blue dress already; with a pair of ripe bosoms all for the taking, a pair of lips latched onto one of their nubbins, “whatever floats your boat…!”

“Do it…!” grunted another man as Smolder felt some teeth imprinting themselves upon the ord of her bust only instantaneously: as a result, she’d struggled to stay quiet even with all the intrusions being made by two men, her own dentition now being present; still, she’d wasn’t prepared for yet another stealing a kiss from her lips, “this is boring; I want more: look here…!”

“Don’t… that thing is dirty: you’re making a whore out of me; I won’t let you do this… I won’t…!” the tanned tenant spat; this was right after she’d broken away from the third invader and even then, it wasn’t even enough for her at all whatsoever: the first two had wasted no time in continuing where they were with her body altogether, much to the former’s dismay, if at all.

Not only that, Smolder felt her purple locks being grabbed on by the third male all the same, putting more stress onto herself: this alone had added more to the shame and humiliation she was still feeling, breaking her total concentration breathing at once; a commentator nearby her had snickered, a fourth so to speak of whom was up, close, and personal all the same, “what’s that?”

“Calm down, lady…” said the previous peer as the second explorer also broke away from the tanned tenant, albeit on his term; still, their tallest leader was still going in and out of her fleshy flowerbed, uncaring of the blood being mixed with the other fluid: the only comfort afforded to her was her wet cleavage became free to move up and down, “you don’t look like you hate it…”

“Don’t the women all like to be violated…?”the fourth male asked his previous purveyor as the rest of them started to strip down: Smolder couldn’t even help herself at all whatsoever to realize what was going to go happen next with all things being considered; after all, their captain was still exploring every inch of her velvet underground no matter how much she’d suffered about.

Soon, the tallest leader finally exited out of the tanned tenant, a delight to her mind and body already; however, it was short–lived as he’d barked happily to almost all of his underlings nearby themselves, many whom were completely in the altogether as far as she could currently see, “put some more effort into this, guys: don’t just tease her, do some real shit; grab her brown skin! You guys too, don’t hold back; do whatever you want…!”

Although free from the captain’s influence, Smolder found herself in the same position as her taller correspondent from earlier: out of the many men surrounding her as soon as he’d left, two had still restrained her body all the same with but a different entrant; the rest were now standing with prepuces aimed directly at her body, just like the other explorers she’d burned not long ago.

“This is beyond humiliating: it’s even worse than losing a competition to some cunt; then again, it’s a damn, good understatement!” the tanned tenant thought to herself tenaciously, staring down an unyielding shaft as she was bounced back and forth already, “if mom and dad ever saw me like this, then the least they’d do was turn these assholes all to chum for the sharks undersea…!”

“The princess’ pussy is so great…!” the ginger captor abaft panted, still wearing his green vest as he’d held Smolder’s left leg up: the fact he was already taking his leader’s place was doing her no favors whatsoever, especially considering his tightened grip; at the very least, her whispering eye had stopped bleeding anyway but was still leaking an achromatic compound nevertheless.

On the other end, his peer had grabbed onto the tanned tenant’s purple tresses as she’d struggled to avoid his own tumescent yard: her hot lips had made no contact with them in any shape or form all the same and even that wasn’t enough for her either way; even worse, one of the others nearby themselves had squealed while attending to his own in the meantime no less, “hurry up!”

“Don’t rush me…!” snarled the ginger captor still deep inside of Smolder’s fleshy flowerbed, pushing themselves forwardly; as a result, the other man afore her became exuberant when she’d gotten a taste of his unyielding prepuce almost instantaneously: the second it’d happened, her arctic blue eyes widened to see what was now being done in the process, “wait for your turn…!”

“She’s sucking good…!” the front man had grunted as the tanned tenant was becoming a piston, moving forwardly and back: not only was she stuck in between him and his compeer from abaft, she couldn’t even break away at all this time around; her breathing, though stabilized, was now restricted through both nostrils as the rest of the face blushed about with such strongest emotions.

Even worse, Smolder could sense their shafts were swelling about inside of her body from both of her ends almost immediately: given what had happened as soon as she’d been enveloped around the other man, it was nothing short of a foregone conclusion; suddenly without warning she’d felt a familiar tongue lapping at her other bosom after hearing, “now, don’t get greedy…”

“All right, my turn…!” one of the bystanders exclaimed as the tanned tenant tasted the front man’s opaque liquids already: this was no different than what she’d felt as her ginger explorer empty himself onto her sweating integuments and clothing too; of course, this was just only the beginning as the men begun to trade places around her body instantaneously, “make way…!”

“No rush, she’s not going to vanish…!” their leader announced, sitting down upon the small stairway he walked from before: now watching Smolder surrounded by nothing more than his men’s yards, it was far much than her own body’s limited capacity; since there were already additional onlookers as is, her hands were used to polish two more almost immediately no less.

Each interval, no matter how varied, was far more worse than what the tanned tenant had witnessed ever since her arrival; as a matter of fact, it didn’t even matter how many men were having their turn with her body, especially since she became nude: all that she could do was let them unload their contents at once, whether upon the integuments or inside her all the very same.

Smolder cerebrated about as a roulette’s worth of rounds were being unleashed by the men at arms in a perigon so to speak of; after all, her mouth had been already obstructed with one of their prepuces, much like the first front man, “how long will this continue: how long will they keep up this cruel game…?”

“You seem to have liked it in the end, princess…” the captain said after taking a stand once again, this time feet away no less; from what he could make out from the tanned tenant’s body, she was already covered with their uniform solution, courtesy of them: at the very least, she was allowed some breathing room once more since they were panting about, “now then, my turn…”

“No matter how often you do this to me, I will be proud…” Smolder gasped for her life as she’d watched their leader knelt down nearby, unsheathing his shaft once again to align himself with her velvet underground like before.

This was more than enough for the tanned tenant to cry out in pain after their tall captain had reentered her opened body almost immediately, “I wonder how much longer you’ll say that; that’s the princess for you: although she just had her hymen broken, she’s welcoming my cock already…”

“Stop joking…” Smolder hoarsely wheezed as her body twitched about from her primordial explorer’s yard still in, “I’d never be like that…”

“That’s the last of your confidence; the preparations are complete: now then, let’s shoot for real…!” the tall captain laughed, catching the tanned tenant off–guard as she’d soon found one of the brighter bystanders from before still in place.

Afterwards, a book was found in possession, bearing a scarlet hexagram within a circle composed of indescribable text: it was then being read aloud in a rather similar yet unfamiliar language as far as Smolder was even concerned so to speak of; soon, it’d given off a true blue hue, causing her body to emanate a similar glow for her to watch closely almost immediately.

Soon, the tanned tenant begged fruitlessly, “don’t, don’t come inside: my womb should never receive the seed of tainted beings like you!”

“Well, that’s a shame: I will put all I can into such a splendid womb…!” the leading man commented already, rubbing Smolder’s stomach rather briefly after the glow had subsided at once, “you are worthless…!”

“I can’t endure this; you better appreciate this!” the tanned tenant hacked indignantly as she’d watched every ounce of strength return to her intruders sure enough, struggling to hold firm despite the not too distant past and future alone.

Seeing them all on a lower level ready to seize Smolder again was more than it were to leave her anxious on the inside yet their captain’s proclamation shattered her facade outright altogether no less, “I will make sure you get every last drop with both your holes!”

“Why am I being violated here?” was all that the tanned tenant could ruminate as everyone whom had themselves about her went about their business again, this time with their leader joining in, “they’re still going at it: I can feel them jacking off to me as is and not just inside the same area as these bastards; someone must have been watching us, besides the spellcaster alone. I thought this place was safe enough as is: it’s the Dragon Lands, not Treasure Lands; they probably think the treasure we had wasn’t good enough to keep to themselves or they just hate us that much. They really are worse than these fucking rocs, at least they can eat us in one gulp and it’ll all be over soon; I bet they’re wondering what they ever saw in us: they got us all as they’d said so why aren’t they slaying us en masse? We’re not going anywhere because they don’t care; Scoss doesn’t care about the gold or silver, let alone the gems we snack on as food: he just wants to see how much his cock will withstand our twats, especially mine. I should know, I should know… I just hope I’ll get to see you folks again wherever you are: even if I end up fathering bastard spawns of a thousand maniacs like him, I just want to hear any of your voices again, especially you, Gar–Gar; FATHER, DON’T LEAVE ME HERE; FATHER, FATHER… HELP US…! How could they do this to our own homeland?! I hate them, I always hate the thieves, I’m going to kill them and I’m going to make it hurt; oh, how I pity the days I’d ended up crying whenever I’d gotten hurt, it’s going to get so much worse: I’m going to get out and going to end you, give you all a real reason to cry instead. I thought they could just go without us and leave us in a room for who knows how long; I can’t tell how long they’ve being doing this because I’ve lost track of time and I can’t nor don’t know how: damn them, damn them all to a thousand acids…! I’ll get out… I’ll get out… I’ll get out… I don’t know where I’ll go but it’ll be somewhere new, so much more room to breathe, so many things in there I remember every single one of them; they’ll have your hoard, Gar–Gar, I’ll envy it so much it’ll make me feel alive; come on, guys, join me, I’ll know I don’t have to make you, but I’ll give you the warmest welcome…”

“I’m coming, I’m coming: take my seed; come, you guys…!” the captain declared effortlessly, much to the spectators’ delight as their cheering was enough to break Smolder out of her longstanding train of thoughts and back into the real world in which he and his underlings used her body to their advantage, directly and otherwise.

“Stop, stop…!” the tanned tenant cerebrated, despite being too disorientated to even convince them all due to their preoccupation; sure enough, her mouth and whispering eye overflowed with the very same fluids from not too long ago so to speak of, “they’re coming: he’s filling my womb with his dirty seed…”

“I think I came ten times alone!” one of the men laughed after emptying himself into Smolder’s mouth again, a shared sentiment; speaking of which, the moment he and their leader exited her, more took their place and their turns depositing inside right away: each time this had happened, she’d convulsed from the sudden and unwarranted expulsions being made by the collective men.

At long last, the tanned tenant was freed but not before she’d discharged their compounds onto the flooring underneath them: describing the excess to that of milk would’ve been an insulting understatement, especially as far as she was concerned no less; in all fairness, she’d just wanted to cry, which she did, but it was quiet to the point she may as well lost her own voice, if at all. Now, Smolder was truly alone in this cold cruel world she was in, more alone than she’d even felt in her state of being no less; it wasn’t even enough for them to reduce her from the dress and undergarments which had protected her from a sheer cold: the only things remaining were the jewelry, the red collar, and a pair of shoes and even then, they were all dirtied, no thanks to them.