Rainbow Factory But Horny

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...