Rainbow Factory But Horny

Chapters

1. What goes into a rainbow?
2. You all figured it out, right?
3. Spectrum? Damn near killed 'em!

1. What goes into a rainbow?

Like a lot of clop stories, this one starts with a cock. But this story couldn’t start, because the cock wouldn’t get hard. Meteor Gleam had been trying for ten minutes, and Perihelion’s proud red staff stayed a scared little snake, hiding in its sheath. She’d tried mouth, hooves, dirty talk, teasing his wings, even a small knot of magic worked in and out of his butt while she spoke in a deep voice like a stallion’s. Nothing!

“I give up.” Meteor climbed out of the bed. “What do you need?”

“Can we just cuddle?” asked Perihelion.

“Sure, right after you pound my magic vag into orbit. Now, tell me who I have to blow to get this thing off the ground.”

“Babe, please, I’m tired.”

Meteor presented herself to her coltfriend, winking and glistening. “Tired of this?”

“No! I’m just sleepy tonight. You look really sexy.”

Meteor sighed. “Peri, you’re a sweet guy, but there are at least ten sweet guys in Equestria. Most of them don’t live all the way over in Cloudsdale, and only one of them won’t get hard for a hot mare in a Royal Guard uniform!”

“It’s not you! It’s my new job, at the Weather Factory. I’m so tired all the time.”

“You’re tired? You work indoors! I have to stand still all day, in full armour, while stupid tourists tease me. Today this earth pony slut came right around and started eating my ass. Nom nom nom. She didn’t say a word! Her husband was taking pictures.”

“Is that allowed?”

“What’s not allowed is me moving to stop them. But I can bust their balls if they try for penetration. That’s a big no-no when I’m wearing the yellow badge.”

“Seriously? You’ve got colour-coded kink badges?”

“Guard duty is boring! The only challenge I ever get is getting off without moving a muscle. So, most days, I wear the yellow badge and I let it happen.”

This got a little interest from Perihelion’s eyes, but none from his dick. “Does Cakebitch know about this?” he asked.

“Who do you think set up the badge system? I heard she’s got a telescope set up in her throne room so she can clop to us. Damn, she got a show today! Do you remember my partner Carbon Plate? He wore the green badge, and a whole hoofball league pulled a train on his ass. He came three times and didn’t even grunt. That guy deserves a medal.

Meteor tapped her coltfriend’s sheath, playfully, yet angrily. “Get the picture, stud? I don’t care if you’re getting side action at work. If your new boss is pinning you down and sucking lunch out of your balls, I say bon appetit. Just tell them to save some for me! Heck, I just told you how I got lezzed on in public, and not a twitch from your little guy. I thought stallions loved that stuff. Do you need more detail? Do you want to be the one taking the pictures?”

“I want to sleep.” Perihelion pulled his pillow over his head. Meteor Gleam pulled it away with her magic and threw it across his bedroom.

“Peri, sweetie, real talk: I like you a lot, but it’s 50% personality, 20% huge pegasus cock, 30% technique. Now your personality’s gone sour, and there’s no huge pegasus cock, so I can’t feel the technique. You have to fix this, or we’re not going to last.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He yawned. “I’m just tired.”

“What are you doing that makes you so tired?”

“I can’t talk about it. The doctor says it’s top secret. Sit on my face if you want. I’ll eat you out.”

“How can I resist? You make it sound so great!”

“Forget it, then.” Perihelion rolled over on his side. Meteor Gleam sulked. “I’m sorry I yelled,” she apologized at last. Perihelion just grunted.

“Could you... will you give me a hornjob? Please?”

Peri opened his mouth without rolling over to face his marefriend. “Stick it in. I’ll suck it.” She did, and he teased the sensitive ridges with his tongue, and after a couple minutes Meteor sputtered a perfunctory magicgasm into Peri’s mouth. He swallowed the tingly sparkles and tried not to make a face.

“Thanks, babe.” Meteor Gleam kissed her coltfriend’s cheek. “That was nice.”

“Yeah,” Perihelion mumbled, blankly, as if he’d already forgotten what he’d just done.

Meteor Gleam lay next to Perihelion and wrapped her hooves around his muscular barrel. A grumpy hornjob was nothing compared to the glorious fun they’d had in his bed just one week ago, but at least he still wanted to please her. Knowing this kept the bad thoughts away, for a little while, at least.

She had to find out what was going on in that factory. Who was this “doctor,” and what were they making Peri do that was so tiring? Why had the job ad been so specific about his coat? “All red-furred pegasus stallions who are sound in body and mind and above the age of eighteen years, are eligible.” What did that mean? Why did they care what colour his fur was?

The new job paid really well, and Peri was generous with gifts and romantic gestures. But she hated that he wouldn’t be honest with her. And the nicest gift of all, the one Meteor Gleam wanted to be given at least twice a day, lay sheathed and unused between Peri’s rear legs as they fell asleep together.

The pegasi made a big deal out of running the Cloudsdale Weather Factory all by their cute little selves, but the factory had been designed by unicorns and built by earth ponies. When their fancy equipment broke, those hunky featherbrains were clueless. They needed good old bonehead magic to fix things up right.

The next day, Meteor Gleam scrolled in sick for guard duty and stayed in Cloudsdale. After Perihelion left for work, she dressed up in a set of cheap coveralls, mussed up her mane, and followed him to the Weather Factory just in time to join the morning tour.

In a pocket of her coveralls Meteor carried the perfect disguise: a huge pair of sunglasses. With the glasses on, she looked like a unicorn tourist. If she slipped them off, the coveralls made her look like a maintenance worker. Snooping around weather facilities probably wasn’t something a member of the Royal Guard should be doing, but if Princess Bookfucker could disguise herself in saucy outfits and run capers all over Equestria, why couldn’t Private Meteor Gleam?

The answer, of course, was “because you’re not a fucking princess.” Meteor’s commanding officer had made that clear after the taco incident. But this was totally different! Twilight Sparkle’s Friendship Day Proclamation deputized every pony in Equestria as a royal agent when investigating a friendship problem, and if Peri’s limp dick wasn’t a massive friendship problem, Meteor Gleam didn’t know what was.

Equestria was changing, after all. Cakebitch had always been uptight, and Wetdream was a thousand years out of date, but the nation now had two new princesses, young and sexually liberated. Cumheart and Bookfucker had swept Equestria like a fresh wind, imposing policies that encouraged their subjects to explore new types of “love” and “friendship.” Now even the older princesses were starting to show cracks in their armour.

Just a few years ago, everypony had treated the princesses as virgin and untouchable. Sex was something you performed for their amusement. After Cadance’s memorable wedding, that taboo was shattered for good. All Equestria knew that even an alicorn enjoys a good rutting. Surely the princesses would understand what Meteor Gleam was going through... and what wasn’t going through Meteor Gleam!

The Weather Factory tour was full of unicorns Meteor’s age: university students on a day trip from Canterlot. She slipped into the back of the group, hiding her face behind her sunglasses and an unfolded tourist map of the factory.

The tour leader led the group through winding hallways, chattering away about the importance of weather to Equestria, and of pegasi to managing the weather. Meteor Gleam yawned unbearably. This was even more boring than guard duty. At least there she could rely on regular oral sex from tourists. She thought about hitting on some of the students, but nerds had never been her type.

Suddenly the sound of excited murmuring came from the front of the group. Meteor Gleam stood on the tips of her hooves, trying catch a glimpse. She saw a pegasus stallion in a lab coat trot up and whisper into the tour guide’s ear. His fur was a dark red that reminded Meteor of her mysteriously tired coltfriend.

“What a nice surprise!” the tour guide announced. “Just as we enter the rainbow department, we bump into Dr. Atmosphere, our expert in everything prismatic! Doctor, why don’t you give this portion of the tour?”

“Doctor,” eh? Meteor Gleam thought.

“Well, well, everypony!” the dark red pegasus walked through the crowd, shaking hooves. “Welcome to the Cloudsdale Weather Corporation and our state of the art factory! I’m sure you’re all excited to learn how rainbows are made!”

One especially nerdy mare spoke up: “Actually, I was hoping to see the thunder vault.”

“I’m doing a research project on sleet,” added a stallion wearing a Canterlot U sweatshirt.

“Do you still have the room where we can try out sex on different kinds of clouds?” asked a mature mare who was accompanied by a much younger stallion.

Dr. Atmosphere looked disgusted. “We’ve never had a room like that!”

“Oops....”

“Moving right on... everypony loves rainbows, and the secret to rainbows is Spectra! This precious substance is made right here in Cloudsdale, and shipped all over Equestria!”

The doctor lifted a bottle of a rainbow liquid, each band of colour thick and distinct. He shook it vigorously and the colours mixed, only to separate again. "Yes, here it is. Pegasi use Spectra to paint the sky with beautiful rainbows. Earth ponies use it to make wonderful fireworks, and unicorns use it as an ingredient in powerful spells.

“Why, some pegasi even stuff raw Spectra up their hoohahs, so they can queef rainbows out their backsides as they fly about! How incredibly wasteful! If you ever see anypony doing that, you should report her to the authorities, and tell the princesses that she should not be allowed to be an Element of Harmony anymore!”

Dr. Atmosphere took a few deep breaths and forced a smile. “Spectra has so many uses, but how is it produced? Look no further, good ponies! The answer’s right over here!” Dr. Atmosphere led the tour group to a wide glass pipe that poked out through a wall, curved into a downwards bend, and vanished through the floor below. Next to the pipe was a large door protected by metal bars and a high tech lock.

Dr. Atmosphere gestured at the wall happily. “Yes, here it is! The pride of the Weather Factory: a locked door to a soundproofed room that nopony can enter!”

Pretty sus, Meteor Gleam thought.

With a sound like a drain unclogging, a gush of Spectra flowed from the other side of the wall through the glass pipe. Meteor Gleam held her breath, watching the beautiful liquid gurgle through the pipe, down through the floor, and deep into the factory, where it would be bottled and packaged for delivery.

Dr. Atmosphere tapped the pipe with a hoof. “My process creates the purest Spectra ever seen, suitable for the most breathtaking rainbows! Yes, that magical material constantly flows through this pipe, and nopony ever questions what happens on the other side of this wall!”

Extremely sus, Meteor Gleam thought.

“Excuse me, sir, but is it safe?” asked the nerd in the Canterlot U sweatshirt.

“Safe?”

“Yes, I’ve heard that the production of Spectra can be highly hazardous.”

“That’s nothing but a myth spread by my rivals at the Appleloosa Weather Cooperative. With my modern, automated process, Spectra extraction is one hundred percent nonfatal!” Dr. Atmosphere lifted a wing and pointed to a sign on the wall saying 3906 DAYS SINCE LAST GRINDER ACCIDENT. “Now if you’ll just follow me over here...”

Meteor Gleam pretended to look at her factory map and let the tour group pass her by. As soon as she was alone in the hallway, she pulled off her sunglasses. Dr. Atmosphere was so secretive about the room where the Spectra was produced, she just knew it had to hold the answer to her mystery! She hurried to the door and worked her magic into the lock, but the mechanism reacted to the slightest touch of magic by closing in on itself. Only a physical key could open it. Meteor stomped her hoof in frustration. She was so close! There had to be another way in!

“Miss? Can I help you?”

Meteor Gleam whirled around. Her eyes widened to see a pegasus stallion in a tight fitting guard uniform. The sex-deprived unicorn subconsciously licked her lips. Down near the guard’s hindquarters she saw he was packing exactly what she needed right now: a big, fat, dangling, bouncing... ring of keys.

“Hi, handsome!” she giggled. “I’m Creamy Drizzle, from Canterlot Weather Solutions! I’m here to fix the... cloud regulator!”

“Really? Where’s your tools?” Meteor pointed to her horn. “Right, sorry. We don’t get many worker unicorns up here. Especially... whoa!” The guard did a double-take and eyed Meteor from hoof to horn. “Good-looking mares like you! You have beautiful eyes, do you know that?”

“Gee, do you really think so?” Meteor Gleam batted her eyelashes with fake shyness. This was awesome! Bookfucker herself couldn’t have planned it any better, and she had a huge advantage: guards would pretend not to recognize her just to get a blowjob from a princess.

“Definitely. You saw those tourists who just came through? Just a bunch of stuck up eggheads. I know it’s not exactly ‘woke’ to say this, but most unicorns are a little too chubby for me.”

“You like your girls with some muscle, huh?” Meteor struck a sexy pose.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been with a pegasus! We worship muscles.” The guard was unsheathing a truly mouthwatering cock, mottled and thick. (Sorry for teasing you with his key ring.) Meteor Gleam had to smile. She loved seeing the effect she had on stallions, especially as they discovered how she’d made them lose control.

“Oh!” The guard looked between his front legs and blushed. “Pardon my pony boner, Miss Drizzle, but damn. You’re so ripped, you could almost be a Royal Guard. I’d love to kiss every bit of that barrel, move down to the flank...”

A pang of sadness stabbed through Meteor Gleam. Perihelion had worshipped her muscles. His kisses echoed in every word this idiot said. She smiled sadly, yet seductively.

“Maybe I should switch tribes, eh, cutie? The other unicorns make fun of me, just because I like to keep in shape.”

“Aw, those boneheads don’t know what they’re missing! Say, I know the classiest supply closet in this whole factory. If you wouldn’t mind letting me show you how a pegasus praises a beautiful mare, I bet that cloud thing of yours can wait a couple minutes.”

“Lead the way, big guy~”

Ten minutes later, Meteor Gleam trotted out of a strangely large and fancy supply closet, her teats poking out of a guard uniform that was much too tight in the hips, whistling and twirling a ring of keys in her magic. Of course, she’d let the guard finish inside her before knocking him out. Even if she couldn’t solve Peri’s problem, at least she’d gotten a good fuck out of the adventure. Pegasus cock was just as nice as she remembered it.

After several tries, Meteor Gleam finally found the key that fit the fancy lock next to the Spectra pipe. She left the key in the mechanism and pushed the door slightly open with her magic. From the other side of the soundproofed wall she heard horrifying sounds: a rhythmic mechanical noise and the quiet sound of ponies crying.

Meteor Gleam’s legs quivered. A Royal Guard is fearless! she told herself. She pushed the door wide open, and gasped with horror at what she saw inside...

2. You all figured it out, right?

Inside the Spectra collection room were seven pegasus stallions bound to a large metal framework that immobilized them side by side. Their coats were vibrant, showing all the colours of the rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. Their eyes, however, were utterly dead.

Some of the stallions were quietly crying, some were dozing in and out of sleep. Each one had a suction tube fastened over his cock, and each had his ass plugged with a hollow dildo connected to a smaller tube that constantly pumped a magically glistening fluid up his butt.

Closest to Meteor Gleam was Perihelion with his bright red coat. His cock was massively erect, even bigger and angrier than it got when Meteor presented to him wearing her “fuck-me” horseshoes. His was the only machine that was running. His dildo pumped vigorously in and out of his ass, giving him the same feeling he loved from Meteor’s magic strapons. Thick schluck-schluck-schluck sounds came from the milking tube that barely fit his massive schlong, sounds like the ones that came from Meteor’s gullet during her sloppiest deep throats. He snorted fiercely through clenching teeth, just like he did before flooding Meteor’s well fucked marehood with cream.

Everything Peri was suffering reminded Meteor of how amazing he was in bed. Now all the good times had been taken away, so his body could be used to service some dumb machine?

Meteor’s eyes travelled the breathtaking length of her coltfriend’s cock, into the tiny space between his flare and the end of the glass tube that struggled to hold him, then through a valve and down a length of plastic tubing to a large beaker. All seven milking machines fed their output into this beaker, which was how it had come to be nearly full of the delicious beverage known as pony cum.

Meteor Gleam clenched her thighs together and drooled from both ends at the yummy sight. Now there was a taste worth savouring! Meteor had too much pride to kneel in the locker room after guard duty and beg all the stallions to clop off onto her tongue... but just barely. Who was the lucky pony who got to drink that beaker dry, and why wasn’t it Meteor Gleam?

Meteor was brought back to reality by the pained grunts of her bound coltfriend. “Oh, fuck..” Perihelion gasped out. “I’m sorry, guys, but it’s just too much!”

“It’s cool, bro,” the drowsy orange stallion next to him assured him. “Let it out if you need to. We got you.”

Peri’s balls swelled and a huge gush of delicious pegasus jizz surged forth from the slit at the tip of his flare. His dildo stopped thrusting, and the suction of his milker changed its tone as a flood of his sperm quickly clogged the valve.

“Meteor!” he whimpered. “Meteor!”

Whether he meant “Meteor, please save me!” or “Meteor, I’m pretending this is you!” didn’t matter. Meteor Gleam’s heart surged with the power of friendship. He hadn’t forgotten her! Even here, under the weirdest kind of sexual torture, he was calling out her name.

A swirl of magic surrounded the beaker as Peri’s heavy load filled it to the brim. The pool of sperm shimmered and thickened into a blob of Spectra, which drained into a pipe connected to the bottom of the beaker. Once the beaker was empty, all seven dildos and suction pumps started up at once, creating a symphony of grinding and sucking noises that sent the spectrum of desperate stallions whinnying and thrashing.

“Oh, golly!” Meteor Gleam whispered. So that was where Spectra came from! It made sense that magic could turn one awesome thing (cum) into another awesome thing (rainbows.) But tying stallions up and forcing the sperm out of them was not awesome. It was definitely not arousing, no matter what Meteor’s clit was telling her. Especially when one of these horribly mistreated stallions was Peri, her very own wigglewing studmuffin... bound and completely helpless...

Meteor slipped a hoof back between her hind legs as the milking machines sounded their schluck-schluck-schluck and relentlessly stimulated their prisoners back to hardness. A little bit of fun couldn’t hurt, she thought. Just enough to help her come up with a plan to save these seven hard bodied pegasi... seven healthy cocks, throbbing gratefully for their rescuer... so many kisses and wing cuddles, all for her...

After just a few seconds of stimulation, the young blue pegasus near the middle of the “rainbow” shuddered around the dildo pounding his ass and squirted his load into the hungry tube that engulfed his dick. “Waaah, I want my mommy!” he wailed.

“Damn it, Blue!” groaned the indigo stallion installed near the far end of the machine. “I’m tired of hearing about your mommy-domme fetish!”

“No, this time I want my real mommy!”

“I want your mommy, too! Shut your muzzle, you useless one pump chump!”

“Hey, Indigo, give him a break.” Perihelion’s rear legs kicked out and quivered as his dildo injected a dose of magical fluid up his tight, yummy butt. “Blue can’t help it if he’s a quick shot. Blue, don’t feel bad, all right? There’s plenty of other ways to please your partner.”

“How come you always stick up for him, Red?” Indigo complained. “If he wasn’t so pathetic, maybe you and me could finally get some rest! Shit, we’re the only real studs in this room, and I ain’t been sucked this hard since Las Pegasus!”

“Awesome,” Yellow griped. “Here we go, another unrealistic story about desperate ponies throwing themselves at your dong.”

Indigo ignored his heckler. “Last year in Las Pegasus, I banged this fatassed earth pony MILF and her fatassed son. You should’ve been there, Red. I could’ve used the help. These sluts were starved for pegasus dick. They did everything together. Full oral service, front and back, just like... unnnh, just like this!”

“Stop talking about it, asshole! Aaah!” Violet violently nutted into his suction tube as he pictured himself as the main dish at a Las Pegasus family buffet.

Meteor Gleam always did her best thinking while she was masturbating. This had meant low test scores at school, but now it meant she easily understood how this evil machine worked. As each stallion came, his milker shut down, giving him a chance to rest. Once all seven differently coloured ponies had dropped a load into the beaker, the mixture was converted into Spectra and all seven milkers started up again.

Perihelion’s unbelievable endurance was Meteor’s third favourite thing about him, just behind his tenderhearted kindness and the thickness of his dick. Now this torment was testing both his endurance and his kindness. Just by lasting as long in the milker as he always did in bed, he gave the other pegasi time to recover from their awful overstimulation. But he was always the last to cum, so his breaks lasted no longer than the few seconds it took for his spunk to be converted into Spectra and swirl down the pipe.

Peri’s milking never stopped. Even now, he couldn’t resist the inevitable. As Indigo loudly described every slurp and thrust of his filthy Las Pegasus threesome, Peri’s cock, forcibly held out of its sheath by the milker’s suction, began to erect again.

“No, hold it off, Red,” Orange pleaded, watching in terror as his neighbour’s meat expanded to fill its tube. “You can do it, bro. Stay flaccid. Think about hoofball.”

That just made Peri’s cock lurch into full erection. “Oh! Unnnh! I’m sorry, guys, my marefriend loves hoofball. Now I’m thinking about her! Oh, Meteor! Aw, dang, she’s so pretty and sweet!”

A chorus of angry voices interrupted him. “Shut up about your fake marefriend!” “She’s ugly and mean!”

“Just a couple months of this and I’ll have enough saved up for an engagement ring! Then Dr. Atmosphere can shove this job right up his ass!”

Meteor Gleam’s heart skipped a beat. Perihelion was doing this because he wanted to propose? She didn’t want him to go through this for her! The only ring she needed was his medial ring, smashing against her clit over and over. Meteor’s hoof sped up to a blur as she fantasized how grateful Peri would be once she rescued him.

“You moron!” Yellow cried out. “What makes you think they’ll ever let you quit? We know too much! What do you think happened to the last Red?”

Peri gulped. “He quit because he saved enough for his engagement ring, and he lived happily ever after with his special somepony?”

“I doubt it!”

Suddenly Meteor Gleam was tackled from behind. As she charged up an attack spell, she felt the numbness of a magic suppression ring being jammed, hard, down around her horn. She collapsed helplessly as her spell backfired. Within moments somepony had shackled her with steel fetters. A hoof forcefully lifted her head from the grimy floor, and she stared up into the emotionless face of Dr. Atmosphere.

“You!” Meteor Gleam gasped.

“Who were you expecting, Countess Coloratura?”

“Oh, do you know her? Could you get me a backstage pass? I’m a huge fan!”

“Her early work was a little too new wave for my tastes,” Dr. Atmosphere mused, “but with her latest album I think she’s really come into her own, commercially and artistically.”

“Yeah, but do you know her?”

“I know that you have been snooping around, trying to steal the secrets of my beautiful rainbows! And now you’re going to get a very close look at those secrets!”

With all his strength Dr. Atmosphere shifted the well built unicorn into a padded bench like the one Meteor Gleam’s OB/GYN examined her on, and then scissored her on. He tied her tail in place, exposing her slick vulva and twitching pucker.

“Hey!” Meteor Gleam objected. “My amazing promiscuity doesn’t give you the right to—”

“How fitting it would be if I could use you in my experiments!” the mad doctor gloated.

Meteor Gleam rolled her eyes. “Oh, sorry, you’re not done monologuing!”

“I’m so close to being able to use mare cum to create a lighter, more ethereal rainbow!” Dr. Atmosphere gloated. “It’s just too bad that your disgusting teal coat makes you quite unsuited for the production of pure Spectra.”

“Don’t listen to him!” Peri shouted. “Your coat is pretty!”

“Not only that, you’re a unicorn,” Dr. Atmosphere added, “and therefore completely useless.”

“Hey, that crosses the line from playful stereotyping into disturbing racism!” Orange objected.

“Yeah!” Peri struggled angrily in his bondage. “Also, I forgot to say this, but that’s my marefriend you’re ponyhandling!”

“Yeah, right!” Violet groaned sarcastically. “Your ‘unicorn marefriend’ who lives in ‘Canterlot!’”

Dr. Atmosphere gave an angry glare at his victims. “But even a worthless mare like you is good for one thing,” he told Meteor Gleam: “motivating my experimental subjects!” He pushed the bench towards the milking machine, putting Meteor’s needy holes on full display to the seven bound stallions.

Despite herself, Meteor Gleam moistened to watch jaws slowly drop, barrels heave in desire and hazy eyes focus on her. Her throbbing clit winked and her petals parted slightly, leaking an intoxicating mixture of arousal and old jizz from the security guard she’d fucked.

“Wow, a real pussy...” Blue murmured in awe.

“What is wrong with you?” Yellow yelled. “We all walk around naked!”

“Nice view, eh, boys?” Dr. Atmosphere blew lightly on Meteor’s pussy, making her shiver and drip. “A lot better than that pinup somepony ruined with his massive cumshot before he even got into the Pegasus Device!”

“I said I was sorry!” Violet whined. “I really like yak girls, OK?”

“You’ve all been such good little Spectra producers, I’m going to offer you a little extra incentive.” Dr Atmosphere slapped his hooves onto Meteor Gleam’s withers. “At the end of your shift, whichever one of you is the most productive will be allowed to fuck her.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” asked Meteor. She wouldn’t mind screwing any of these guys, except maybe Indigo, but the choice really ought to be hers.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Dr. Atmosphere assured her. “This shift isn’t ending. None of you are ever leaving this room. You’ll climax again and again, producing barrels and barrels of valuable Spectra... until you’re nothing but drained, lifeless husks! No witnesses! Bwahaha!”

“Wouldn’t you stop getting any Spectra out of us as soon as the first pegasus died?” asked Yellow. “Probably Blue?”

Blue shrugged. “Fair.”

“Don’t overthink it, guys.” Dr. Atmosphere stepped out of the room and shut the door with a loud clunk.

“The way I see it,” Orange told the other stallions, “we’re screwed, so we might as well enjoy this.” He gazed lustfully at Meteor Gleam. “If you don’t mind, that is.”

“I guess not...” Meteor Gleam admitted. “You guys are kind of cute... but Peri’s the cutest, of course!”

As a member of the Royal Guard, Meteor Gleam knew just how filthy stallions could talk, but usually they were fantasizing about their partners or the Princesses, never the cute unicorn they treated like a little sister. Now she quivered and blushed all over to hear stallions with nothing to lose let their imaginations run wild over her toned body, all while Dr. Atmosphere’s cruel machine milked them dry.

“Your pussy’s so damn gorgeous. I want to lick you all day! And not just because I’m super dehydrated!”

“C-can I call you ‘Mommy?’”

“Guys, no! That’s my Meteor! Stop it! She’s too pure to be lewded!”

“Red’s so lucky to have a big titty unicorn marefriend...”

“She’s fucking buff, too! Magic and muscles? I’ve gotta have a piece of that! I’ll wade right into Red’s creampie if I have to!”

“You can have the pussy, boys. I’m all about that perfect ponut. Mmm, just look at it, fresh and steamy! Kiss it, fuck it, kiss it again!”

“Ma’am, I’m very sorry that you overheard my Las Pegasus story. I didn’t see you standing there. I just want you to know that I fully respect mares, and their fatassed sons.”

It wasn’t fair! These hot stallions got to cum over and over while ogling her, but Meteor Gleam couldn’t stimulate herself at all! If only she had her magic, she could give her clitty a little tug... then break her shackles and help everypony escape this death-trap... then a hot gang bang with seven studs competing for her favour! What a great start to the weekend that would be!

Meteor wrinkled her brow and wiggled her ears. How did you remove a magic suppression ring? She’d learned all about it at Royal Guard training. There was some great piece of advice, like: “Don’t let no cocksucker get that ring round your horn, cause you’re dead meat if they do.”

No! There was no way out! Without her magic, Meteor was just as helpless as the pegasi she’d come here to save. Even worse, she wasn’t enough of a submissive to get off on this realization! Why had she dropped out of that class at the sex shop? Oh, I’ll never actually use this, I’m Meteor Gleam! I’m so amazing and badass, I’ll always be the top! She sobbed with frustration.

“Dude, you went too far!” Orange told Violet. “You made her cry!”

“Me? I’m not the one who wants to kiss her assho—oh, fuck, that is hot! I’m cumming and I have a new fetish now!”

Meteor Gleam was abandoned in a locked room, lost to the outside world. Her senses were oppressed by the heavy air of masculine musk, the sounds of sucking and moaning, the endless crude comments and the bubbling of fresh Spectra down the pipe. Only one thing let her hold onto her last tiny fragment of hope: there was still one chapter to go...

3. Spectrum? Damn near killed 'em!

An hour into the most disappointing bondage session of Meteor Gleam’s life, the door to the Spectra collection room was kicked into scrap metal by a massive hoof. Someone yelled “Freeze! Hooves in the air!” Then Princess Celestia herself trotted imposingly into the room, followed by several members of her Royal Guard.

“Step on me, big pretty lady!” Blue cried out, prematurely ejaculating yet again into his collection tube.

“I’m here to eat cake and kick ass, and I’m all out of cake!” Celestia announced. She smacked her lips. “Seriously, somepony bring me some cake!”

Two guards marched Dr. Atmosphere into the chamber he’d designed and held him before the Captain of the Guard himself, Bulging Codpiece, a perfectly formed slab of earth pony flesh who made Guardsmares drip down their thighs as he walked down the inspection line.

“I’m impressed, doc,” Bulging Codpiece told Dr. Atmosphere. “You had it all planned out, the perfect crime. But you made one little mistake: you put a magic suppression ring on a Royal Guardsmare.”

“You?” Dr. Atmosphere shouted at Meteor Gleam. “A Guardsmare? You worthless bonehead!”

Bulging Codpiece trotted over to Meteor with a knee weakening smile. He’d noticed her! He’d noticed her! That gorgeous hunk pulled the ring off of Meteor’s horn and began gently undoing her bondage.

“The Guard leaves no pony behind!” he declared. “As soon as Meteor Gleam’s aura disappeared from our scrying grid, we sprang into action!” The captain put a beefy hoof on Meteor’s shoulder and she came a little. “Great job leading us here, Private. You really showed initiative.”

“Thank you, sir.” Meteor Gleam climbed off the bench and saluted. “I totally planned this!” She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Hey, hot stuff, why don’t you stop by my place off-duty?”

“That would not be appropriate, Private.”

“I guess not...”

“And I believe that’s your coltfriend over there, steaming with jealousy.”

“Good point...”

“I also prefer mares with a little less junk in the trunk.”

“It’s not junk!” Perihelion objected. “It’s treasure!”

Princess Celestia lifted her hoof out of a stray puddle of pegasus jizz. “This is the most disgusting use of semen I’ve ever seen,” she decreed, “and I once made the mistake of buying a birthday piñata from Pinkie Pie!” She snorted angrily at Dr. Atmosphere. “I’ll bet this guy isn’t even a real doctor!”

“Actually, my degree is in engineering.”

“Nailed it! Take him away!”

“Please, your majesty!” Dr. Atmosphere begged. “I can explain!”

“Oh, you can?” Celestia cocked her head curiously. “This should be interesting.”

Dr. Atmosphere spoke quickly and with wild hoof gestures. “Everypony enjoys nice weather, but how the weather is made isn’t always so nice! Why, a thousand years ago, merely raising the sun each morning permanently drained the magic of five powerful unicorns!”

“I remember that,” Celestia admitted, “and now I raise the sun myself, so that awful thing doesn’t happen anymore!”

Dr. Atmosphere wiped flop sweat from his muzzle. “I mean to say, every kind of weather has its dark side. The ponies who pack hailstones suffer from cold hooves! I started my career as a lightning operator, and it frizzed out my mane quite unfashionably! And, yes, a small number of stallions are relentlessly stimulated and milked for their semen, so that everypony except them can enjoy skies full of beautiful rainbows. That’s simply the most efficient way!”

“Are rainbows even ‘weather?’” Celestia mused. “They’re more like jewellery for the sky.”

“Weather or not, rainbows make ponies happy! Think of all the smiles this facility creates every day! Surely you won’t put a stop to all those smiles?”

“Do you know what really makes ponies smile?” Celestia inquired. “Not being strapped into a Me-damned milking machine! I’ve seen enough! This ends now!”

“Princess! Please, your majesty! I have something to say!” The green pegasus bound in the middle of the apparatus called out, wriggling to get Celestia’s attention.

The princess turned to look at Green. “Yes?” She showed him the caring royal smile that sent teenaged colts looking for the lotion and the tissues. “What is it, my little pony?”

“Your majesty, p-please don’t shut down the project! I like it here!”

Celestia gasped. “You fucking pervert — I mean, tell me more, beloved subject.”

“When I’m in the Pegasus Device, I don’t have to worry about anything. I don’t even have to think! I know I’m helping to make ponies happy, and all I have to do is cum and cum. One time the night shift Green didn’t show up, and they left me plugged in all night!” He sighed. “That was the best...”

“Yes, yes!” Dr. Atmosphere cut in. “Some of our most productive Spectra donors are here completely voluntarily! Of course, employee safety always comes first, here at the Cloudsdale Weather Corporation! ‘Plugged in all night.’” He scoffed. “How ridiculous!”

“It seems there is a simple solution,” Celestia observed. “Instead of luring ponies into sexual slavery, you could honestly advertise for an unusual kink, and hire willing degenerate stallions like Mr. Green here.”

Dr. Atmosphere sputtered. “Sure, we’d all love to do science with cupcakes and hugs, but where could I possibly find so many submissive masochists? I admit my techniques are unorthodox, but the Spectra must flow! If we don’t staff this facility around the clock, Equestria could suffer an 18% reduction in rainbows!”

“However, those rainbows would be entirely rape-free,” Celestia pointed out.

“Your majesty! 18%!”

“History will judge my reign by the years of peace and the generations of loving families. Not by the number of fucking rainbows! Guards! Seize him!”

The guards holding Dr. Atmosphere looked at each other. “We already got him, princess.”

“Such efficiency is to be praised! Now, ‘Doctor,’ you will come with us to Canterlot to stand trial. Luna has been trying to convince me to bring back gelding, and I must say I am starting to see her point.”

Dr. Atmosphere gulped as the guards marched him out of the room. Meteor Gleam heard him protesting weakly as he passed her: “I only wanted... more rainbows...”

Bulging Codpiece trotted up to Celestia and saluted. “Your majesty, the area is secure.”

“Very well. Free the victims, take their statements, and get Cloudsdale CSI in here. I’m sure there will be plenty of that ‘genetic evidence’ they’re always talking about. Now, I have an appointment with a very alluring meringue. Cakebitch out!” The princess dabbed her front hooves and disappeared in a flash of light.

“Whoa, she’s different in person,” Peri observed as Meteor Gleam unbuckled him from the milking machine. A stream of gelatinous fluid leaked from his gaping butt when she unplugged his dildo.

“What’s this stuff?” Meteor asked him.

“Aw, just Dr. Atmosphere’s sciencey plot goo. It makes it so I always get hard and shoot a big load, even if I’ve been in the machine all day. It sucks. I hate it. Oh, shit! I was hard in front of Cakebi—the princess! Do you think she noticed?”

“Wait a minute... Dr. Atmosphere invented a goo that makes stallions keep it up forever, and this is what he did with it?”

“I don’t know, babe.” Peri shrugged. “You heard the guy. He really likes rainbows.”

“I’m going to take some of this... for evidence. Yes, Royal Guard business!” Meteor Gleam retrieved the hollow dildo that had been up Peri’s butt, scooped out as much of the goo as she could with her magic, and squeezed it into an empty bottle which she hid in a pocket of her coveralls.

“Meteor, would you mind?” Peri was thrusting his cute butt upwards, his slack hole presented for her use. “I feel kind of empty now. Everypony else got to cum that last time except me.”

“Aww, sure, sweetie.” This definitely wasn’t something a Royal Guard ought to do on duty, but friendship took precedence! Bulging Codpiece himself nodded at Meteor with understanding. She sculpted a magical dildo around her crotch and gently mounted her coltfriend, filling his slippery ass with his favourite prostate pleasing shape.

“Tartarus, Red, I thought you were cool!” Indigo yelled as Bulging Codpiece helped him out of his bondage. “You let a mare fuck you up the ass? That’s the bro hole, dude!”

“You’re just jealous that my hot marefriend actually exists!” Peri cried out. “Unnnh, it feels great!”

“Yeah, I know just how he likes it!” Meteor Gleam smiled with pride. “Up the butt. That’s how he likes it.”

“I took this job for you, babe.” Peri looked up at her so adoringly that Meteor couldn’t stay mad at him. “I’m sorry I screwed it up, and I didn’t tell you... or read the contract before I signed it...”

“Oh, Peri.” Meteor Gleam reached down with a hoof and rubbed her coltfriend’s red nuts as they bounced wildly between his hind legs. “My big dumb cuddly featherbrain. What am I going to do with you?”

Perihelion gave a handsome smile. “Marry me?”

Meteor’s heart skipped another beat, but this time she was in control. “Whoa, there, pony. Don’t you think you’re moving a little fast?”

“I’m a pegasus. We move fast.”

“Oh, like this?” Meteor Gleam sped up her thrusts, pounding into her coltfriend’s well trained and receptive ass. “Don’t you know a unicorn girl needs to hear ‘I love you’ first?”

Perihelion nodded vigorously. “I love you, Meteor! I do! I’m not just saying that because... unnh!”

“I love you too, Peri,” whispered Meteor Gleam, her gentle words and her magic dick guiding the cum out of him one more time.

And then... they kissed.

This story ends with a cock. Perihelion’s huge, glorious pegasus cock. It was throbbing, mouthwatering, fully erect. Every vein glistened with lovingly applied saliva. And every thick, satisfying inch belonged to Meteor Gleam.

But Princess Celestia was using it right now.

Somehow, she looked regal and dignified even as she inhaled the full length of Peri’s rigid stallionhood. Her lips kissed the base of his crotch, then slid back along the full length, past the speed bump of his medial ring, her tongue teasing endlessly as her mouth moved upwards until her muzzle stretched around the cunt-pleasing flare.

A cooling teapot and a selection of store bought cakes sat, untouched, on Meteor Gleam’s coffee table. Her coltfriend writhed on the couch in ecstasy, plunged from the depths of sexual torture into every stallion’s secret fantasy. This wasn’t how a royal visit was supposed to go... or was it? Maybe Cakebitch wasn’t as uptight as she let on in public.

Celestia lifted a napkin in her magic and daintily dabbed spit and pre from her lips. “I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Perihelion. My duties keep me so busy, it’s rare that I have a chance to throat some truly fine stallion cock.”

“I-I-I’m so happy to be of service, your majesty! B-but Meteor is the one who saved the day! If anypony deserves your divine pleasure, it’s her!”

Celestia laughed joyously. “Don’t you worry, my little pony.” The princess spread kisses all over Peri’s leaking flare. “Corporal Gleam will be joining my personal guard for the next week. She’ll be at my side day and night. I expect I’ll need her to conduct some quite probing investigations. And if you treat your marefriend right, and keep saving for that wedding ring... one day you just might be allowed to see the photos.”

Celestia dismissed Peri’s cock with the lightest touch of her golden horseshoe. “Now that I’ve got it nice and hard, Corporal, why don’t you make sure it still works? It won’t do to have one of my guards unsatisfied at home.”

“Right away, your majesty!”

Meteor Gleam climbed up onto the sofa, straddled her coltfriend and squatted down in front of her princess. She slid her vulva back and forth against Peri’s flare, teasing herself with the search for that one perfect angle. Celestia picked up one of the cakes from Meteor’s coffee table, unwrapped it and started to munch as she watched her subjects go hot and heavy.

Meteor’s clit gave a relaxing wink just as she found the angle, and Peri slipped inside her with a squishing sound and a wonderful stretchy feeling. A large squirt of his pre lubricated her tunnel: just the first of many washings her insides would be getting tonight.

She nearly came right away. Was he bigger than she remembered? No, that was impossible. She couldn’t take anything bigger! Meteor didn’t have an alicorn’s infinite capacity. She was just one humble gal who’d found the perfect dick for her.

“Mmm,” Celestia murmured, licking crumbs off her lips.

Meteor began her squats, working Peri deeper inside her every time she dropped her hips downwards, wiggling her thick butt to give him a good show.

“Superb,” Celestia whispered.

As she approached the medial ring, Meteor Gleam reached down with her aura and slowly worked a bead of magic up her coltfriend’s ass. Perihelion throbbed inside her and moaned. Meteor dropped down another inch and his moan got louder.

“Delicious.” Meteor couldn’t figure out why Celestia was so impressed by a cheap supermarket cake.

“I love you,” Peri told Meteor. He said it constantly now, and every time he did Meteor’s heart fluttered like pegasus wings.

“You’re so good to me,” Meteor responded. “You’re going to make your lover cum.”

“Show her how we do it in Cloudsdale, babe.”

Meteor Gleam dropped her hips one last time. Peri’s medial ring grazed her vulva, kissing against her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was completely in love and completely full of dick.

When she came, she saw rainbows.