Stuck

A group of foals played on a small playground, inside a square dotted with trees covered in red and orange foliage, located on an otherwise colorless corner of town. Their morning classes had ended earlier than usual - another student from their class had caused an accident with three bottles of juice, a pop tart, two ice cream cones, and a pretzel. It left such a foul smell that their teacher suspended her classes so that the poor underpaid janitor could immediately fix the horrid mess.

They took their opportunity to have an entire morning away from the suffocating supervision of adults to its fullest; the rowdy little group embraced their inner anarchists and ran several blocks away from the school and to the square.

While small in size, its placement made it the foal’s favorite spot to hang out. Everypony in the surrounding neighborhood worked under the same business centers downtown; they collectively dragged themselves to the train station at around the the crack of dawn to start their schedule, toiling for their corporate overlords, leaving the area a complete ghost town.

Their shifts would last up to the night’s dawn, which was perfect for the foals since it meant they had the entire neighborhood for themselves. They’d jump at the top of the slides, throw balls all over the place, yell as loudly as they could - there was nopony left to complain nor to reprimand them.

Even so, their parents had banned them from ever stepping hoof in there without any responsible adult supervision. The foals rebelled against their wishes anyway - nopony could tell them what to do on their day off of school. “What else could happen?” They chided amongst themselves, “Nopony’s here to rule us, this place was made for us to play our day away!”

The laughter of the foals echoed across the empty streets of the morbidly gray neighborhood, unaware of the piles of autumn leaves increasing in size while their time decreased. Their rumbling stomachs caught them one by one by surprise, until nopony could stand to play any longer.

“Man, I’m so hungry… Didn’t you guys bring anything?”

“You ate half of my snacks!”

“You owed me from last time, so shut up.”

“I could go for some cookies right about now…”

“I wanna eat a whole cake!”

“Let’s go back home, gang. We can all meet up at the lake after lunch and go for a swim!”

“Hey, what about me? Can somepony get me outta here?”

An insistent plea echoed across the park - everpony groaned and rolled their eyes. Not long after the group had arrived there, the troublemaker of the group, Hasty Wind, had caught interest in the narrow tunnel passage that seemed fit for ponies half their age. Hasty toyed with the idea of reenacting a scene from a movie where a tomb raider crawled across the narrow passages of a pyramid.

Hasty was infamous for her poorly thought out plans that usually backfired spectacularly in her face, so nopony gave her any ears. Earlier that week she had superglued her feathers together; the week prior to that she had locked herself inside the janitor’s room without the key; last month she got stuck in a hole that she had dug, just to name a few.

The more Hasty talked about the hole, the more her interest grew. Her friends repeatedly stated how the tunnel was too narrow for them, that she would end up getting stuck somewhere along the way. After some experimentation, it turns out that they were right. Hasty’s friend's laughter was deafening.

“This isn’t funny anymore… A little help? Please?” Hasty said.

“Serves you right for being so stupid. I told you that you wouldn’t fit!”

“Tough luck, Hasty. We couldn’t budge you an inch from there.”

“Not even our magic was of any help.”

“You got a fat butt!”

“No, I don’t!” said Hasty.

Hasty wiggled and backpedaled, kicking up dirt all around her, smudging her dull gray coat and silver tail which would otherwise blend into the concrete tunnel. Try as hard as she could, all that she accomplished was to chafe her thighs. Chatter filled the park, each foal tossed around ideas of how to remove the klutzy filly from the hole since they were too hungry and tired to use brute force again.

“Any of you got any butter?”

“Why would we have butter with us?”

“I don’t know. Soda? Anything to make her slippery?”

“Already drank everything, sorry.”

“Poo. Well, what now?”

“We can get a stick and poke through the other side!”

“That’ll probably peck her eye out.”

“She’s always such a bother, why do we even let her hang out with us?”

“Her dad’s loaded.”

“Don’t be like that guys, Hasty isn’t that bad… Most of the time”

“Pfft. Ok then, Romeo.”

“Juliet! Where art thou, Juliet!”

“No, ew.”

“We can get our parents to come and get her.”

“True, true.”

“No no no no no no!” one of the colts shushed everypony else, “That’s a horrible idea! If they know that we came here without them, they’ll tan our hides!”

“Worse! They’ll ground us!”

Every drop of color began to drip down their faces once they realized the situation that they found themselves in. Their eyes darted all over the place and their heads shook on the rare occasion where their gazes met. A filly even swallowed a cough just so that she wouldn’t get anypony’s attention.

“So… Who’s gonna do it?”

“I got an arcade competition this weekend guys, I can’t get grounded…”

“And I wanna watch the buckball competition. I spent my entire allowance on the tickets and I’m not skipping it.”

“Ugh! Why do we always have to foalsit her? What is she, a baby?”

“Yeah! We always have to cover up for her whenever she gets into trouble!”

“She completely messed up my wonderboy games that time she messed with the soda volcano.”

“Well, somepony gotta do it… We can’t leave her here for the rest of the day.”

“Can’t we? That’s her problem, honestly.”

The other foals couldn’t believe what they’ve heard; it must’ve been the wind whispering things into their ears, right?
“Think about it. If somepony tells her father that she’s been out here, he’ll freak out, snitch on our parents, and then we’ll all be grounded.”

“W-We can’t just leave her out here!”

“I don’t wanna get paddled! I’m still sore from last time!”

“I really don’t wanna miss that buckball game.”

“M-m-my competition…!”

“Wa-wait a minute!” a colt stomped as hard as he could to get everypony’s attention. “You guys remember my brother, yeah? From college? I can go get him to take her outta here. He’ll cover for us, promise!”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes! Probably…”

“Probably?!”

“Definitely!”

“Well, you better not mess this up,” an angry filly poked him on the chest, making him wince in pain. ”Because if you do, everypony here’ll get paddled - including me.”

“Guys…? Are you still there?”

Several pairs of eyes stared daggers at Hasty’s rotund rump. The reddest-faced filly from the group quickly made her way up to Hasty and prodded her butt.

“Hey, fatass. We’re going home now.”

“I’m not- What about me?” Hasty said.

“We’re gonna get somepony to get you outta there,” said the angry filly as she forcefully yanked Hasty’s tail around, “Your gigantic ass won’t come out, so we need a grown-up to help you.”

“Ow! Ok! Ok!”

“We might get into big trouble because of your stupid plan. Again!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

“When we get you out of there, you better keep your mouth shut about us coming here - Don’t go telling your daddy about today. Or else.”

“...Or else what?” Hasty said.

Hasty waited for a response, but none reached her ears for minutes on end. Were they discussing their plan between themselves? She thought; it was hard to hear them from the inside of her tunnel.

“... Guys?”

One of her friend’s showed her face on the other side of the hole. Hasty wanted to believe that the darkness was messing with her sight, because she’d never seen that tinge of red on her friend’s face before.

“Or else. See you later, fatass.”

Hasty perked her ears to listen to her friend’s receding hoofsteps, right until none could be heard anymore. All alone, again. Hasty chastised herself: she should have listened to her friends, she should have known better than to stick herself in there, she should stop doing stupid things that just ends up in making them angry. Her hoofs repeatedly slapped her cheeks once her frustrations were too much to contain.

A rumble coming from Hasty’s stomach stopped her self-abuse. The thought of missing out on her maid’s delicious lunch increased her pile of regrets. Perhaps she’ll get to eat it fresh if her friends hurried to get help; Hasty would be more than glad to share a few slices of pie with them.

Hasty caught herself mid-thought and slapped herself again; she shouldn’t be doubting her friends after they’ve done her so much good. It was embarrassing how many times they’ve helped Hasty out of her problems, especially now that she’s all grown up. They’ve been a blessing to her - Hasty should know better than to doubt their loyalty, or to offer them a measly slice of dessert as compensation. Maybe a party was in order; Hasty’s sure her dad wouldn’t mind if she asked him nicely.

Ideas of what recipes to serve filled Hasty’s mind - oh how delicious it’ll be. She’ll finally be able to show off the cooking skills that she loved to brag about. It took her a while to convince her household cooks to let her help them out; now they don’t give her a second glance whenever she barges into the kitchen. Hasty’s dreams of her mom’s desserts were cut short however, her growling stomach brought her mind back to the concrete hole that kept her hostage; she decided that it was best for her to leave those decisions for after she’s had a hot meal.

A couple of scattered pebbles plus a lone nut were everything within Hasty’s reach. While they didn’t look very fancy much, Hasty’s imagination helped her look past their appearance. Playing pretend helped to distract herself from her made-up feast plans, but the hunger pains were harder to ignore; it wasn’t very fun to play while so hungry.

Hasty idled by for long. She studied the shadows bobbing and waving from outside, trying to grasp the flow of time from their movement. Unfortunately, the thick foliage made it hard for her to tell what hour it was - it’d been much easier to tell things apart with the sun clock she made at school.

There wasn’t much to look at or do inside the tunnel, so she studied it. The concrete was coarse, it hurt to shift her hips for long; the ceiling was far too low for her to lift her head; the dirt underneath her was softer in comparison, but not comfortable either. The air inside was starting to get stuffy, sweat was starting to pour over Hasty’s body.

Hours could have passed since Hasty last heard her friends, she couldn’t tell. Hasty tried to count the seconds that passed by, but her patience ran out whenever she reached the five minutes mark. If there ever was something that she’d hate, it would have to be waiting around. Hasty kept looping between playing with her pebbles, to looking outside, to counting the time, hoping that her friends popped up soon. Maybe all the adults they knew of were busy, she thought. It was still early into the day, after all!

The sound of shuffling leaves amidst the teetering outside perked Hasty’s ears. Did her help finally arrive? She wondered. She readied herself to call them out, but before she could scream, the leaves on the opposite side of her hole fluttered around, revealing a fuzzy little squirrel.

“Oh. Hey little buddy, I wasn’t expecting you,” Hasty said. “Did you happen to see anypony around here? My friends should be arriving anytime soon.”

Wild animals generally scared Hasty a little, still she insisted on interacting with them - they were just too cute. The furry creature stood still, peering dead at her as if sizing her up. Hasty was really feeling the sweat trail down her brown, she racked her brain trying to remember if squirrels were violent or not. She then noticed that he’d been looking at the nut she held instead of herself, and exhaled loudly.

“You want this? Sure, you can take it,” Hasty stretched her hoof midway, then hesitantly brought it back, “Hey, can you do me a favor after I give you this? Can you keep watch for me? I’m expecting somepony, could you tell me when- Aaaah! Aaah! Aaah!”

Faster than she could react, the squirrel was upon her. It dug its nails and teeth on her hoof, trying to get ahold of the delicious nut. Hasty immediately let go of her bargaining chip, yet the creature must have found offense on her tone because it climbed around her head and scratched her scalp and face before scampering out of the tunnel, leaving a stunned Hasty by herself.

It stung. Hasty’s face was damp, be it from blood or from sweat, she didn’t know - she didn’t want to check which. Hasty held back various hiccups and wiped her nose, she wouldn’t want anypony to listen to her cry if they were to arrive soon.

“They’ll come soon. They wouldn’t leave me here.”

Shocked and tired, Hasty couldn’t figure out anything else to do other than waiting. Even though the rocky ground under her made for the worst bedding she’s ever had, Hasty still found herself blinking awake from several short naps she fell into as she kept track of the time. Her ears still kept track of any suspicious sounds, of course, and she kept her pebbles close to her in case the squirrel decided to come back.

Eventually, echoes of clopping reached inside Hasty’s hole, blinking her half-awake. She attempted to wipe off the drool stuck to her hooves and perked her ears as best as she could, trying to catch the sound better. A spark of hope lit up in her heart once she recognized them. Hasty called out in joy, almost hitting her head against the ceiling again.

“Helloooo?! Anypony there?!”

The distant crunching of leaves dulled a thud, jolting Hasty’s ears upwards. Dread slowly ate her stomach as time went on and nopony replied to her; perhaps she shouldn’t have yelled in such a hurry, whoever it was Hasty hoped that they were fine.

“Hello?” Hasty strained her ears, listening intently. “I’m stuck in here, I could use some help!”

But just as before, there was no response. Maybe the frequently interrupted naps clouded her head, making her hear things that weren’t there. For all that she knew it could have been a stray cat passing by, or worse yet, a dog. Hasty wouldn’t be able to defend herself from one if they didn’t take a liking to her with those pebbles alone.

Hasty fretted over where her friends could be. Did something happen to them? Was there an accident? Were their parents out of town? Perhaps they got lost, Hasty couldn’t tell which street was which in this eerie colorless neighborhood.

“Hello…? Is that you again, mister squirrel…?”

They couldn’t have abandoned her. Hasty might have messed things up, but they’d never be that cruel to her, not after all the good that they’ve done to her. Hasty laid her head down once more, ready to let her mind wander until she fell asleep when suddenly she felt what seemed to be a pair of hooves squishing her flanks, slamming her heart onto her ribcage.

“Aah! He-hello?! Y-You scared me! How long have you been there?” Hasty’s voice hitched in her dry throat. “C-Can you help me out? I think I’ve been here for hours!”

She was right, calvary had arrived! Whoever found her seemed reserved, however. Hasty wondered who it could be, none of her friends had any mute family members as far as she could remember, though she wasn’t about to complain about finally getting help.

One thing was wrong, however. The stranger’s hooves were pushing her flank against the hole instead of pulling her back; maybe they thought that she could crawl through the rest of the tunnel if she were to get inside. Hasty didn’t like to admit it but her butt definitely would not fit any further inch inside.

“Uh-? Miss? S-Sir? I don’t think I can fit any more inside here… Try pulling me instead!”

But their hooves didn’t stop - Hasty even felt a rude pinch or two on her rump. She opened her mouth to voice dissatisfaction when her tail was yanked to the side, hurting her dock and sending a nasty shock up her back.

“Ow! Ow! Don’t pull my tail!” Hasty cried out louder, “You gotta grab me by the flank!”

Hasty didn’t want to feel ungrateful towards her long-sought helper, but the way they were touching her tush hurt and made her uncomfortable. Besides her mother cleaning her when she was little, nopony had laid hooves on her like this. The uneasiness settled in when she felt the stranger’s muzzle pressing against her filly parts.

“H-Hey! What- What are you doing back there?”

Maybe her helper didn’t have her best intentions in mind. Wafts of air much warmer than the breeze outside waved repeatedly on her butthole, leaving her gasping at the sudden change. Hasty squirmed her backside to try and shake off the bad pony, but it didn’t seem to dissuade them even a little bit. Panic set in when a tongue rolled up her pussy.

“St-stop, stop! Only I can touch down there, I don’t want you going there!”

Those spots are a no-go zone. Ever since Hasty’s filly friends started calling her names like “slut” and “naughty” after she had admitted that she played with herself at times, Hasty tried to abstain from touching herself, yet she couldn’t help but yearn for the feeling that came from it. If they find out that she still did it secretly, she’d cry in front of everyone again. If they find out that some random adult was using her like this, she’d die.

Hasty tried to scare away her assailant by trashed her hooves, scoring a nice thud onto what felt to be their face. What momentary triumph she had was instantly put down when the stranger held onto her hoof against the tunnel.

“S-Stop! S-Stop! Leave m-me alo-lone!”

Just like many times before, her lower parts were getting wet against her will. Thankfully it’d been easy before to masquerade her naughtiness with her bushy tail, since her mind frequently soared into exciting ideas, even when she didn’t want to. But this was much worse; she didn’t want to get wet now, not when a stranger was molesting her.

The touch of a tongue on her folds was much more tender than her hooves; it didn’t pinch her lips by accident and it didn’t feel like it would leave a bruise. It was incredibly nice and horribly wrong.

Hasty has never felt this sticky before. Her parts were salivating much more than she had ever before, and this pony’s tongue was drinking everything up with an insatiable thirst, spreading his saliva all over her butt. To make things worse, she started to feel it rubbing against their chin. Her weak button. Simply touching it made her very happy, and just like her fluids, it seemed to pop out whenever it felt like it. And now he was licking it too. Not there! Hasty implored, not there! She tried to fight, but he was much stronger than her, and the position she was at wouldn’t work in her favor, either.

“Stop! It isn’t funny! It isn’t-”

Her protests went ignored; If anything, they ate her out faster than before. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t ache, it was soft, wet and hot. Their steamy breath tickled and tingled. Her head was overwhelmed with new sensations and unknown pleasure, while her betraying button blinked faster and faster.

“It isn’t… it i-isn’t.. I-it isn’t- I’m- I’m-”

Her rear tensed and suddenly released her shame, her climax came so quickly that she hadn’t even realized it. Her pussy was warm like a furnace, her ponut twitched and her rear hooves went limp. Hasty’s teeth so tightly that she feared they would break at any moment, her cheeks hurt from sporting such a tight grimace.

“I…I…I-I…”

Even still the stranger kept licking her, refusing to give her a rest from the aching or the ecstasy. The fire in her seemed to grow continuously, as if she were about to erupt. For a relieving second the stranger had stopped, and Hasty thought that she could take a sigh of relief. Then they bit her clit.

“Ah- Aaaaaaaaaaah-”

Hasty came once, then twice, then thrice. She stopped counting after the third one. It was hard to breathe through her nose, Hasty had to take quick and deep breaths to fill her lungs, barely masking out her echoing moans. Why did it have to be so good when she clearly didn’t want it. Was she a bad pony because of this? She was supposed to hate this more than anything ever.

Hasty wanted it to be over, it had been so much for her to handle already. But he didn’t seem to be satisfied yet. Yes, he; Hasty felt his thing prodding at her back. She hoped - begged that it wouldn’t have come to this, but she wasn’t so lucky. As much as Hasty despised how good it felt, what she loathed the most were how she instinctively accepted him; all she could do was moan and cry.

It prodded and spread her lips apart before entering. It was big, much bigger than her toothbrush. It felt like he was stretching her into a gaping hole just so that she could fit him. What scared her the most is that they looked so big in the magazines that the colts smuggled into school; Was his thing bigger? Would it hurt even more?

It didn’t take long for Hasty to get her answers. He reached a part so deep that she didn’t even know she had, filling and retreating repeatedly while her lips kissed him and begged his thing to stay. The pleasure was mixed with the pain, she couldn’t tell which one ended and the other started.

Her ragged breathing desperately tried to keep her conscious, however as much as she inhaled, it felt like there was a hole in her lungs. Hasty shook violently, desperately scratching the walls of her prison for a way out, as much as she scraped off her hooves against the concrete, the tighter her space became. She dug and screamed and moaned, ignoring a dulling and wet sensation growing atop her head.

Her insides were too full, the more he stretched her, the smaller she felt. His thing thrusted in and out of her faster still, and although she didn’t know why the tip kept getting bigger and bigger, it couldn’t be a good thing.

In an instant something else started to fill her too. He found another place to violate, shooting something warm inside until there was no more space left. Whatever it was, it made her squirt once more.

Hasty had no more will to move. The stallion on her back struggled to remove himself, but once he did she felt the liquid trail out from inside of her and over her body. She wanted to scream, but all she could afford was to cry. Her heart ran ice cold when he pulled her, painfully removing her hip from the coarse mouth of her prison. Was this how she was going to die? Foalnapped by some stranger and taken somewhere far away? Hasty waited for a long time, shocked stiff and with a clamped throat, awaiting for the stallion to drag her to his dungeon.

Time passed. It could have been half an hour, it could have been an hour or two; Hasty couldn’t count. It was only when the wind grew cold and the muck on her back started to dry when she gathered enough courage to inch her way out into the open air. A sticky puddle was right under her, a mix of her shame and whatever he left for her. Hasty wanted a bath, she wanted two, three, four, however many it took to clean her.

She wanted to go home. She wanted her dad and mom. But she would be completely lost if she ventured out on herself. Her friends would come. Late, but she couldn’t blame them for what happened. Surely something must have happened. She trusts them. They are better ponies than her.

Once she could stand on her four hooves, she picked a pile of sand from the playground and threw over the pile of goo right next to the tunnel, adding further until the mud was completely dispersed. The bidet water was cold, but it removed whatever stuck to her rear. She squirted everywhere. She enjoyed that. She didn’t want to, but she did. She shouldn’t have. She’s horrible.

They mustn't know.

The orange hues of the falling leaves matched those of the sky when Page Flipper arrived at the park. He had brought back his older brother, a busy college student majoring in old arcane texts, though Page didn’t need too much persuasion to drag his brother all the way over there. Page waved his hoofs frantically at and called out for Hasty several times once he saw her sitting in the middle of the playground.

“Hey! Hey, Hasty! You managed to get out! How did you…”

She looked like a hobo. There was a disgustingly red chafe line circling her hips, dirt and sweat matted her shivering frame, her rump was completely damp and her eyes were red and puffy.

“What the fuck- Are you Ok?” his brother said, rushing to her side.

He tried to touch her forehead with Hasty awkwardly trying to dodge his hoof. Her body trembled harder when he touched her, their game of cat and mouse only stopped when she pushed him away.

“I-I’m OK, I-I-I’m Ok,” Hasty said between sniffs and wiping a trail of snot, “I wa-wanna go-go home. Pl-please-se.

“Wha-what were you doing here!? What happened to you!?” her brother said.

“I ju-just wanna go home.”

“How long have you been here? You’ll freeze like this! Where are your parents?”

“They-they don-don’t know.”

“You came here all by yourself? Why didn’t you go back home?”

“I-I-I don’t know ho-how!”

Page couldn’t speak. He wasn’t expecting things to go so badly for Hasty, or for her to get out by herself. Didn’t they tell her the way back?

“How did you come here alone, then?”

“I-I-I don’t know! I was- I was wait-ting for somepo-pony to-to come and rescue me-me!”

Page’s brother looked mighty confused, right up until he settled his eyes on Page. He knew those eyes, he was much more astute than Page was comfortable with.

“Page, why did you ask me to come here?”

“I just wanted to hang out, heh.”

“Just to hang out, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Right before your favorite tv show, the same one you skipped dinner and all those other times I offered to spend time with you, just so you wouldn’t lose a single episode.”

“Y-yes.”

“On the same day that Hasty here somehow found herself here, in the place you like to go so much, alone, without so much as a clue as to how to get back.”

“Yes?”

“...Page, please tell me what happened.”

“No-no-nothing hap-ppened!” Hasty said, “I-I wandered by m-myself and-”

“Hasty, you don’t need to make excuses for him. I know you don’t do these kinds of things,” his brother said. “Page. Please, tell me.”

It stung to have to explain to his brother how big of a mess up all of this was. Page argued how he and his friends had tried to take her out of the hole, but they didn’t have the strength to do so by themselves; how they didn’t think that Hasty would end up like this; how their parents would kill them for sneaking into the neighborhood without supervision.

“Page…” his brother said, rubbing his hoof on his face as if trying to fight a migraine. “Page, I don’t- I’m so disappointed in you.”

“But-”

“Page! Do you even understand how much you fucked up? Look at Hasty! The poor filly looks terrified, for goodness sake! It’s a miracle that nothing worse happened to her!”

“I didn’t knew-”

“Page, look at the time! It’s almost fucking night!” His brother stomped loudly back and forth, “You had the entire day to ask pops to come and bring her back from this god forsaken place, but you waited right until he was gone, betting on me not tattling on you?”

It was true. Page’s belly felt like it was full of lead, his ears weighted against his skull. He didn’t have the courage to explain himself further, especially with Hasty looking at him dead in the eye, which he tried to avoid gazing back at.

“Page… Fucking tartarus, what am I gonna do with you? You left Hasty, all by herself, in this creepy ass neighborhood no less, just because you were afraid of getting grounded?”

“I'm really sorry…”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it! Look at Hasty, Page! She’s freezing, she’s hurt and she could have caught a cold or a disease for all we know! Come Hasty, I’ll carry you to the hospital. We have a lot to apologize to you. Hasty?”

When Page looked up at Hasty, he almost mistook her for another pony. The usual meekness that hung in her eyes seemed gone, alongside any and all expressions on her face.

Hasty sniffed, stared coldly at him and threw what looked like a rock at his head.

Page clutched his scalp as he fell to the ground. Once he saw red contrasting his beige hooves and the brown dirt under his face, his throat tensed, then released a roaring wail. He heard his brother yelling at Hasty, he couldn’t tell what about, since the filly had got atop of him and delivered kicks and punches all over his body whilst screaming bloody murder on his ears. Page curled into a ball, trying to protect his fragile bits from the onslaught, until Hasty was finally restrained by his brother’s magic.

Two foals were admitted to the hospital that night. All of them were grounded.