Qilinbian's Fun

by Free Sky

Rating: mature
Tags: Non-consensual, Sex, Fallout, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Original Character, Porn
Length: 1086

Qilinbain, the slaver bat of the Frozen Wasteland, enjoys some fun with one of his slaves.

Qilinbain, the slaver bat of the Frozen Wasteland, enjoys some fun with one of his slaves.

Day 20 of one shot-tober.

Published 2022-10-20 23:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-10-20 23:50:00 UTC

QB's Fun

Qilinbian kicks open the door to the room, and the metal handle slams against the wall loudly. The sound jolts the two ponies in the room out of their sleep, sending them scurrying back into the corner as the bat pony marches in. His glare falls onto the tan earth pony, Tiny Tina, and the white unicorn, Crescent Ray, who positions himself between her and him. He dips his black hoof into his saddlebags and pulls out ‘The Master’s Cruel Embrace’ his customized—multi-tailed—namesake whip. Seeing the whip pulled from the bag the earth pony cowers lower until she’s bowing to him. The unicorn slowly bows but his eyes never leave the bat pony in front of him.

“I see who’s going to be my plaything for today.” He says as he cracks his whip next to Crescent Ray. “Either you come willingly, or I will make your mare bleed.”

“Fine.” Crescent says as he slowly stands up.

Qilinbian turns and walks out of the room, his whip trailing behind him as he walks, clinking on the ground as they walk. Their hooves clack against the stone floor of the carved halls as they walk out of the slave quarters and into the open area of the massive underground compound that Qilinbian calls home. The ancient columns are decorated with deteriorating murals of bat ponies dancing under the light of the moon as it shines down through a large lens in the ceiling. That lens is still there in the ceiling though it’s unable to amplify light currently thanks to the hatch above it being closed.

Despite the vaulted ceiling Crescent moves slowly shying away from the edge of the walkway. His slow walk earns a crack of Qilinbian ’s whip which makes him move a bit faster. The pair of them walk past several open rooms that Crescent has had to clean, and a couple of them that he’s not allowed in. Turning the corner and heading down a hall, the pair of them walk into Qilinbian’s room. Inside is a large master bed decked with plush pillows and very nice sheets, a far cry from the cell that Crescent is kept in. Qilinbian walks over to the bed where he climbs atop it and lays down, his legs spread showing off his erect cock.

“Come over and serve your Master.” He says, beckoning Crescent with his hoof.

Crescent refuses to move, holding his position and glaring at his Master. His glare is returned along with a crack of the whip next to his hoof. Despite that Crescent still refuses to move earning him a whip strike across his chest that leaves a small bleeding gash.

“Get over here now or I will whip you into unconsciousness and go use your mare.” His voice drips with venom as he pulls his hoof back to strike the whip.

Reluctantly Crescent walks over to the bed and climbs up on it. The little bat pony points toward his cock and Crescent slowly crawls closer until his muzzle is pressed against Qilinbian’s cock. A black hoof presses his head down towards his balls.

“Get to work, slave. I can still go and use your mare.”

Crescent starts licking Qilinbian’s balls, his tongue slowly rolling one of them around before wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently. His master groans and strokes his head as he works. After a minute he moves over to the other sweaty orb, wrapping his lips around it and sucking on it too. He obediently works the salty—musky—orb in his mouth cleaning off days worth of sweat. After a bit the hoof on his head leaves and he's allowed to pull back. Looking up at his Master's cock, a dribble of precum flowing down the side of it, he knows what's expected of him next.

He moves his head up to wrap his lips around the head of the cock, tasting the salty precum leaking from the tip as he slips it inside his mouth. His tongue traces its way around the tip of the cock, making his Master moan softly and the cock twitch—spurting another dollop of precum onto his tongue. Crescent slowly slips the cock further into his mouth, the shaft smears precum across his tongue as he pushes it further and further back, until the head of it hits his throat and he gags on it.

The hoof is back on his head, pushing him further down as the cock slips into his throat. Crescent gags on Qilibian's cock for a moment until he has a chance to adjust to its presence in his throat, though the hoof resumes pressing him down as soon as he stops gagging. A few moments more and his lips are pressed against the base of his Master's cock, the good sized shaft twitching in his throat as he starts to feel the pain in his lungs from not being able to breath. A couple moments longer and he's allowed to pull back and breath again, taking a couple of big gasps before the hoof pushes him back down again.

Crescent works his tongue along the length of his Master's cock, trying to get him off quicker so he can breathe properly again. His Master groans appreciatively, using his hooves to push Crescent's head down his shaft as he thrusts his hips up, only to pull his head up as he lowers his hips back down. It takes a couple of moments to get into the routine properly, but it makes Qilinbian's cock twitch harder and spurt more preseed into Crescent's throat.

After a minute or two the cock in Crescent's mouth swells, the tip flaring as his master crams it down his throat one last time. The shaft pulses in time with Qilinbian's heartbeat as it spurts jet after jet of spunk down Crescent's throat, his master letting out a loud moan and holding tight to his head. After what feels like minutes of having spunk pumped down his throat, Crescent feels the hooves let go of his head allowing him to pull back and gasp for breath.

“Good slave,” Qilinbian says reaching down and petting Crescent’s mane before standing up and chaining him to the bed. After that he climbs off of the bed and walks out of the room leaving Crescent to wonder and worry. Seconds turn to minutes, and then to hours before the weariness of all the torture he’s recieved catches up to him and he passes out.