Rarity ran through the sands; it felt so hot that sweat dripped down her hooves. She didn't believe she had layers of clothing strapped to her skin. All she needed was to get to that finish line. A cruel punishment to have defied the Changelings with an escape attempt from that loathsome dungeon. Needing to acquire nutrients, she had to trek through an eighty-meter dash past a massive desert. The sight of the goal post on metal rods and the words "Finish Line” made Rarity leap. Her body felt it was ready to fall over while the lungs would tear themselves off its stem.
Rarity could feel her skin tighten from every move. A few changelings stood with some bushels of hay put on a wooden table. The pain was an afterthought over the thoughts of all her friends being in that place. She had no choice but to escape, not become emotional food for these beasts. Regret for everything she has done was paramount. With layers of dresses on, it was worse to pass such a task. With a fresh breath, Rarity did a one-meter run and fell. To have laid there with sore muscles, unable to lift her own body.
A changeling came up to her and dragged her across the sand. It pulled the limp body towards a tent where other changelings awaited. Inside the small entrance stood a group of them. They had green flared cocks raised erect.
“Water please…” begged Rarity, thrown into the tent.
They began to stroke their cocks at the sight of her flank and beautiful face. Rarity had renown as an attractive specimen, an observation that hadn’t to disappear. A Changeling rammed his green penis into her while another slammed his cock into the mouth. A faint scream came from her.
“Take my cock, or else we will make you do it again,” said a changeling.
Rarity raised her hooves and massaged their tense erections. Her hooves felt like stone bricks, yet she continued to avoid going through that nightmare again. She could feel a warm sensation from their penises that glowed brighter with every jerk. Each stroke caused a searing shock from the ball of her armpit joint. The changeling that rutted her vaginal hole began to penetrate faster and harder. It caused the clothes on her body to tear a bit from the make love session.
The changelings felt warm spurts that released over her. Rarity had become but a treat to these cretins. The white semen stains were noticeable on her fur. Her stomach felt the hot sperm shoot into her womb. She turned and felt the seed of another trickle down her throat. To have coughed out a load that size had brought a feeling of dread down her spine. Exhausted and weak, Rarity lay on the ground.
A changeling came through and the rest went past him. He had a suit and tie and had a carrier filled with cups of tea, gingerbread, and sweets. It sat on her side for the unicorn to have. The mysterious changeling went to her and passed a canteen. Rarity opened it and guzzled it down her throat. A sensation of wetness mixed with a salt flavor assaulted her tongue. She fell and felt a wave of exhaustion take over. She knew that in a few minutes, slumber would set in.
“Before you rest, I am to watch you, little pony,” he said. "You better behave more leniently this time, pony we have no patience for your kind".
The dapper changeling moved the carrier closer to the side she rested. He walked out; her eyes closed as the sight of the changeling went to a haze before becoming pitch-black.
“One more thing, you will be a prostitute for the rest of these changelings,” he said while he poked his head into the tent with a snide smile, “ so I hope to have no funny business while you tend to their needs,”
The exit flaps were released and changed the room lighting into black.
Rarity opened her eyes from the bangs that resounded across the area. She stood up and opened the door flaps with a magic aura. An attack on the encampment with fire caused the tents to burn with blue flames. Changelings ran past her in green chitin battle armor with crooked edges. The Changelings were at war with another country. Many changelings shouted out, “To battle!” as the fire spread across the place. Seeing that it was so, she ran in the opposite direction.
She paused as the skin-tight dresses squeezed each movement of her limbs. It caused her to trip, and she got herself back up and continued to run. The fear of being a smoldered pony outmatched the pain of the tight clothes. Her exhaustion turned to frustration at the magic used on her body. No matter what amount of wear would make the clothes break. If those changelings were kind, then none of this would have happened. There need to have tortured her with all that had transpired.
Dreams of positive notions are killed by the long hard cock of a changeling drone. She could watch the sand as much as she wanted. A horse came to her and touched her back, which caused her to jump.
"Are you alright?" said the Saddle Arabian warrior. “Do you need assistance?”.
Rarity went up and hugged the stallion as she cried. Many Saddle Arabians came forth and watched with sad eyes. A night that Rarity would never forget. These saviors had what she needed, freedom from suffering.
Rarity felt a shot of juice cover her clothes. The Saddle Arabians did what they could to attempt to undo the spell that got her stuck. But it was to no avail. They called her the clothed rarity, her powerful prostitution abilities were legendary. She never again would be abused. Forced to sweat under the sun for several miles. For this she was grateful, and one day she would undo this curse and find her friends.
From heaven to Tartarus.
