Dusk Fire swallowed anxiously as she stepped onto the indicated platform, eyeing the strange mechanical contraptions surrounding it with unease. She forced her fear down into her gut, reminding herself sternly that a Shadowbolt didn’t feel uncertainty, so she was just going to have to buck up. As she sauntered towards the center of the platform, she tried to ignore the eyes of the pair of uniformed Shadowbolts standing behind her. She felt a flush rise on her cheeks as their gazes seemed to follow her flanks’ every movement and forced herself to keep going, even though a part of her wanted nothing more than to turn and run.
She finally reached the center and stood nervously, feeling exposed and vulnerable. It was a strange contraption of metal and glass, with a raised portion in the middle. As she mounted to the top of the dais, there was a sudden hum of machinery and a whir of movement as a quartet of grasping claws attached to articulating steel arms swung towards her. Each claw latched firmly around one of her fetlocks, forcing her legs to spread apart.
Dusk Fire’s breath hitched and she gave a soft cry of alarm as she felt the claws digging into her sensitive skin. She struggled instinctively, but the mechanical arms were strong and unyielding, holding her limbs firmly apart. “H-hey, what gives?!” she cried as she felt the metal arms moving around her, pulling her hindquarters back and up, forcing her tail to rise in the air. Her heart hammered in her chest as the claws forced her hind legs up and out, exposing her entire rear. She could feel a flush rising on her cheeks and a warm wetness growing between her hind legs at the treatment.
“Shadowbolt Induction Protocol now active. Subject will comply with all instructions,” came a soulless, computerized voice.
“What?!” Dusk Fire cried. “Comply with what? What are you talking about?”
But there was no answer, just the whir of machinery and the mechanical arms moving around her. She gave a cry of alarm as the arms lifted her from the floor, holding her hindquarters up in the air. She felt an uncomfortable tightness around her throat as a strange collar clasped tightly around her neck, and then a rush of cold air as a metal cuff closed around her tail’s base.“W-what are you doing? Let me go! This is crazy!” she cried. But she had barely finished speaking before she felt a sudden rush of electricity surging through her body, originating from the collar and racing through her body towards the cuff adorning her dock. It was an intense sensation, causing her skin to tingle and her heart to race, coursing through her entire being. Her wings beat rapidly with excitement while her tail lashed behind her.
Dusk Fire’s chest tightened as her heart raced and her breathing became rapid. She couldn’t think clearly, and all she could do was writhe in the arms of the mechanical contraption. The Shadowbolts leered at her, their eyes wandering over her exposed hindquarters and flanks.The unliving voice spoke again. “Obedience collar installed. Functioning as expected.”
“What collar? What is this thing?” she cried. But the computerized voice didn’t respond. The electricity surged through her again, and she cried out in pleasure, her body trembling uncontrollably.
A seam in the wall before her slowly split open, revealing a long, darkened hallway beyond. The arms holding her moved forward, carrying her along with them. As they entered the hallway, the door closed behind them, plunging them into darkness. “Where are you taking me? What’s going on?” she cried out, but there was no response. The arms carried her down the dark hallway, their movements lit only by the soft glow of a series of purple lights embedded in the walls.
They came to an abrupt halt and from the sides of the hallway a pair of new arms emerged. In the feeble light, she could see that they bore something with them. Without warning, another surge of ecstatic electricity surged through her and she threw back her head, gasping and panting. The arms moved swiftly towards her face before she had a chance to recover. Something long, firm, and rubbery pushed into her mouth and slid down the back of her throat, pushing her tongue down. She could feel it filling her throat and the rest of her mouth, and she gagged and coughed as it penetrated deeper.
Her attempts to move or spit it out were futile as the arms held her down and the object went further down her throat. It expanded, stretching her jaw and filling her mouth. The arms kept moving and she felt a pair of straps wrap around her skull, cinching tight and locking shut with an ominous click.
The arms withdrew slowly, leaving her panting and gasping for breath, her mouth and throat filled with the strange object. She could feel it filling her mouth and a thin tendril of air worked its way through a narrow tube in the end of the phallic object. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a garbled noise.
“Shadowbolt Induction Protocol Phase 1 complete. Proceeding,” the computerized voice announced from unseen speakers. Before she could respond, she felt the arms moving again, carrying her forward into the darkness. She struggled weakly against the arms that held her, but it was useless, and all she could do was watch as the darkness closed around her.
They came to a halt again some time later and for a long minute nothing seemed to happen. Uncertain, Dusk looked around and then let out a muffled exclamation as she felt something cold and stiff brush against her vulva. In alarm, she jerked her head back, but the arms held her tightly, and she had to endure as the cold object pressed harder against her. Slowly, she felt it sliding inside her, forcing her sensitive walls to part and stretch. She struggled helplessly in the clutches of the mechanical contraption. As it bottomed out, she felt a rush of warmth spreading through her, and she felt herself growing wet. She moaned and writhed, the cold metal inside her warming from the heat of her body. After a few seconds, the object lodged in her marehood inflated gradually, growing larger and larger until she felt her vulva stretching to accommodate it. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and she whimpered in distress.
As the object continued to expand, she could feel herself being forced wider and wider, until it was pressing hard against her insides. She squirmed and struggled, but the arms held her firmly, and she could do nothing to stop it. Once the object reached its full size, she felt a sudden surge of electricity rushing through her, flowing from the collar to the cuff nestled around the base of her tail. She gasped and moaned as it surged through her body, making her skin tingle and her heart race. She felt her wings beating in a flurry of excitement and her tail lashing behind her. As the electricity surged through her, she felt herself growing even more aroused. The invader lodged in her marehood grew hot and slick with her juices and she writhed in pleasure. When it subsided, it left her panting and gasping, her body tingling and throbbing. She could feel her insides squeezing around the object and her breath came in brief gasps.
Shortly, however, she noticed another metal object pushing against her puckered ass. She let out a muffled cry as she felt it pushing slowly into her, stretching her rear passage wide. She struggled weakly, but the arms gripped her tightly and she whimpered as the thing forced its way deeper. As it hit rock bottom, a sudden rush of warmth flowed through her, and she sensed her clit growing rigid and swollen with arousal. The new object also expanded, forcing her tight ring of muscle to stretch and accommodate it. It was a strange sensation, and she felt her cheeks flush with heat. She mewled in distress as she felt it forcing her hole open, and she felt herself clenching involuntarily around it. She groaned and whimpered, her arousal growing stronger. After a few more minutes, it reached its full size, sending the tingling spark of electricity surging through her again. She was left panting and trembling, her face flushed and her clit aching with excitement.
“Shadowbolt Induction Protocol Phase 2 complete. Proceeding.”
A jolt of electricity coursed through her once more, and she let out a cry of pleasure as the sensation consumed her. Her clit twitched and her legs trembled as she came, and she let out a soft, muffled moan around the gag filling her throat and mouth. As the pleasure subsided, it left her wrung out and exhausted, her chest heaving with the effort of breathing through the gag. She slumped back into the embrace of the mechanical contraption, feeling dazed and confused. Soon after, she heard a mechanical whirring sound, and she lifted her head weakly. As she did, she realized with a start that the arms holding her upright were moving again, bringing her forwards towards the mouth of the darkened tunnel. She couldn’t help but feel a flutter of panic in her stomach as she imagined what lay in store for her.
They came to a stop, and she lifted her head cautiously. In the soft glow of the purple lights, another set of mechanical appendages converged on her. These bore the pieces of a Shadowbolt’s uniform, bodysuit and a full-face mask, all glistening with a latex sheen. As the arms brought the uniform pieces forward, she felt a growing sense of dread rising in her gut. She struggled weakly, but there was no escape, and as the arms slid the bodysuit around her body, she could only whimper in despair. The suit was tight and form-fitting, hugging her body closely and emphasizing every curve and contour. As it closed around her, she could feel the latex sticking to her skin, and she wiggled and squirmed in discomfort. They pulled the mask over her head, covering her face completely. The latex brushed against her cheeks and ears, causing her to whine as it tightly cinched, completely covering her head. She could smell the leathery scent of the latex, and she shuddered as the realization that she would be trapped like this for a long time sank in.
She peered blearily ahead through the thick yellow eye lenses of the mask, barely able to make out the glimmer of purple lights beyond. Her feeble struggles against the restraining arms were useless. Eventually, she yielded, slouching in the mechanical contraption’s grip like a doll.
The arms retreated briefly and then returned. They seized her wings, lifting them up and out, and began encasing them in thick latex sheaths, strapping them firmly to her sides. She whimpered as the process went on, her mind reeling with the loss of her ability to fly. The mechanical arms rolled her over so that her belly was facing the ceiling, and she watched the descent of another metal arm, this one ending in some kind of pointed nozzle. It angled towards her crotch and slotted itself into a small port set into the suit just above her marehood.
Dusk Fire stiffened as the nozzle breached the opening and began filling her suit with a cold, gelatinous substance. She let out a soft mewl of protest as she felt the stuff oozing around her, covering her marehood in a thick, viscous layer. She could feel the latex melding with the stuff, a tight, rubbery sensation that clung to her skin. The suit around her crotch bulged, swelling as it filled with the gel. The substance encased her sex, already beginning to solidify into a slightly pliable yet firm mass that formed a protective shield over her slit. It pressed against her, rubbing her vulva, causing her hooves to curl involuntarily. She could feel her arousal flaring as the gel solidified, encasing her wetness in a tight cocoon. In a mix of pleasure and disgust, she let out a moan while her clitoris hardened and pressed against the growing knot of firmness between her thighs.
The nozzle withdrew, and the arms turned her back upright, leaving her gasping and panting as her wings tried to beat within their confinement. Her thoughts were clouded with arousal and exhaustion, and all she could do was wait helplessly to see what else the Shadowbolts had in store for her.
The arms suspending her came to life again and bore her on. A new door at the end of the tunnel led to a long and winding corridor lined with what looked like jail cells. Each cell was dark and oppressive, and as they passed by, Dusk Fire couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of being trapped in one. They passed rows and rows of cells until finally they came to a halt in front of one identical to all the others. The solid steel door slid silently open, recessing into the adjacent wall, and the mechanical arms bore her into the room.It was a dimly lit space, the walls and floor covered in a layer of black rubber. A few muted purple lights recessed into the corners provided meager illumination.
The arms released her, and she dropped to the floor on her hooves, swaying unsteadily. The arms retreated and the door slammed shut with heavy finality. “MMPH!” she cried, lunging forward towards the door. She could hear the latches and locks clicking into place, and she banged helplessly against the thick rubber covering its solid steel surface. Her wings fluttered slightly within their tight confinement, and she felt the thick latex rubbing against her skin with every movement.
The lifeless voice spoke again. “Shadowbolt Induction Protocol complete. Welcome to the Shadowbolts. Current rank: Drone. Required time in rank: 364 days.”
“Mmph! Mmph mmm hmmm!” Dusk Fire moaned as she fought the mask and gag holding her mouth and throat sealed. She struggled violently, banging on the door with her hooves, but there was no response, and after a few minutes she collapsed in exhaustion.
Her thoughts and feelings were a confusing mix of distress and arousal, and she was suddenly acutely aware of how needy her clit was, pressing insistently against the knot of solid gel beneath it. She reached a hoof down, sliding between her legs, but the hard lump of gel kept her from reaching the throbbing nub. Frustrated, she clenched her legs tightly together. Her body tingled with arousal, leaving her gasping as the raw sensation flooded through her. Desperately seeking relief, she tried rocking her hips, but the strange protective cup frustrated her by blocking stimulation. She lay there panting and moaning, trying desperately to get off. Unable to think clearly, her mind was a jumbled mess of pleasure and desperation. After a few moments, she gave a frustrated growl and leaped to her hooves, casting around for something, anything, to help.
Her hooves slipped and skidded on the rubbery floor as she looked for something to rub against. She pressed against the walls, her hindquarters rising in the air, but it did nothing for her. Frustrated, she growled and leaned against the cold, stiff wall, her wings thrashing in helplessness. She slid slowly down the smooth surface, her rump rubbing against the cool rubber. Her body ached with need, and she whimpered as she rubbed her crotch desperately. It was no use. The gelatinous mass pressing against her marehood was solid and unyielding, and she couldn’t find relief anywhere. Her eyes wild with frustration, she lay there panting. She spread her hind legs and twisted her body, desperately trying to reach her clit, but it was impossible. As she felt the arousal intensifying, she whimpered softly to herself. Her wetness dripped from her marehood, creating a warm pool in her suit’s crotch, out of reach from her hooves.
Finally, she collapsed in a miserable heap on the floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She curled in on herself, feeling the ache in her nether regions and the delicious pulse of her heartbeat in her clit. She did not know how long she lay there, desperate and horny beyond reason. It felt like an eternity. Eventually, however, she drifted off into a fitful slumber, wracked with dreams of faceless Shadowbolts and endless corridors.
Dusk Fire woke with a start, sitting bolt upright. There was no way to know how much time had passed, but her muscles were stiff and aching from sleeping on the floor. She looked around. The small cell was the same as it had been, dim and lonely. Her clit still throbbed with need, and she grimaced as she pushed herself to her hooves. She paced the room, wings bristling against their captivity. She wondered how long she would be trapped here before the Shadowbolts released her. What would happen to her when they did?
With a grimace, she clenched her teeth on the gag. She cursed herself for accepting an invitation to join a rival team to the Wonderbolts, feeling like a fool. She should have known better. Their motives were confusing. They understood that she was a valuable commodity as a flier; they had said as much when they first approached her. Was this some sort of power game, a way of showing their dominance? A means of breaking her will and ensuring her obedience? She gave a muffled growl as she kicked a hoof against the door. Her wings beat weakly against the rubbery surface, but it was pointless. She knew she was trapped until the Shadowbolts decided otherwise.
Settling back down, she could feel the bodysuit’s thick latex against her skin, caressing her sensitive areas. Unable to endure its relentless hunger, she cursed her body. She couldn’t stop herself from fantasizing about the Shadowbolts, all their faceless hooves caressing her body, pressing against her swollen marehood. In her mind, the throng of uniformed Shadowbolts pinned her down, hooves probing her secret places, stroking her aching clit, stoking the fires of her arousal until she couldn’t take it anymore. Their cruel lips in her imagination whispered words that teased and taunted her, causing her to become incredibly aroused. Helplessly, she moaned while her loins throbbed with desire. Squirming, she begged for mercy, begging to be filled and finished off. Softly whimpering, she pictured their hooves striking her rear, delivering a firm spanking. The thought filled her with excitement and anticipation, causing a shiver to run through her. Although she tried to deny it, the fantasy proved too tempting. Her mind conjured an image of hooves flipping her onto her belly, spreading her hindquarters, and exposing her to the faceless crowd of mares and stallions.
Lost in the fantasy, she whimpered while rubbing her hind legs together. The hooves came down on her bottom in quick succession, and she gasped and moaned with pleasure. She wiggled her rump at them, begging for more, and warmth flooded through her chest as she imagined their laughter. Rolling onto her back, she spread her hind legs wide and grabbed at her crotch. The solid gel molded to her vulva, rubbing against her clit beneath her suit. Her body quivered with desire as she moved her hips up and down, letting out cries of pleasure. She visualized the hooves knocking her down once more, subjecting her to more humiliation, her hindquarters raised and her tail lifted to reveal her anus. Imagining their hooves pressing against her, she squirmed and whimpered, feeling violated in the most intimate of ways.
A gasp escaped her lips as she felt an electric shock surge through her body from the collar and cuff. The need for more suddenly overwhelmed her. Desperate for relief, she violently moved her hips, but the gelatinous mass remained unyielding. Exhausted and defeated, she collapsed onto the floor, panting and gasping for air. Overcome with a sudden wave of exhaustion, she fell asleep again on the rubbery floor, her loins pulsing with need.
Some time passed, and she woke up with stiff and sore muscles. Her head throbbed painfully, and her stomach growled with hunger. She dragged herself upright, rubbing her aching body, and looked around the room. It was dim and drab, the same as it had been when she fell asleep. Wearily, she sighed and stood up, then began pacing around the room. Deprived of food and water, she struggled to remember her last meal. Whining softly, she flicked her tongue around the gag, desperately seeking moisture. She was weak and tired, her only desire was to be back in her bed at home, nestled under the covers. As she trotted aimlessly, the same disembodied voice from before spoke from unseen speakers. “Prepare for nutritional intake.”
She perked her ears, looking around in confusion. Then, with a sudden clatter and bang, a narrow opening in the wall slid open and a set of mechanical appendages emerged. They moved quickly, zooming across the small cell to latch onto her limbs. She yelped in surprise as they seized her legs, lifting her up and off her hooves. Powerless, she could only watch as they dragged her towards the wall, her struggles easily overpowered. As they approached, another segment of the wall opened, revealing a strange collection of tubes and pipes. They extended from the wall and seemed to move of their own volition, orienting on her body as she struggled.
Without warning, one tube thrust forward, sliding into the small opening at the base of her gag. It pushed its way down her throat, causing the rubber surface of the gag to bulge slightly, and she gagged as she felt it filling her. She struggled to breathe, and she could feel her face growing hot and flushed as the tube pressed against her esophagus. Seconds later, she moaned as she felt a cool, gelatinous substance flowing from the tube and filling her stomach. It poured into her, thick and viscous, filling her up until she felt like she would burst. She groaned as she felt it accumulating in her stomach, and she gagged as it kept on coming. Her belly swelled beneath her skin, and she squirmed in discomfort.
After what seemed like an eternity, the flow of gel stopped, and the tube slid from her throat. She coughed and spluttered, gasping for air, and she felt her stomach cramping as it tried to digest the thick, gelatinous substance. The tube slid back into the wall, and she was left wriggling in the grasp of the mechanical arms. She moaned softly as she felt her stomach hanging full and bloated, and she shivered as she thought about the energy she would get from the strange food. As they held her, the same voice spoke again. “Next scheduled intake: approximately 24 hours.”
The mechanical arms released her, and she fell to the floor, landing with a thud. She kneeled, panting for breath, as the wall slid shut and concealed the strange array of tubes while the mechanical arms likewise disappeared.
Her stomach gurgled uncomfortably as it tried to digest its contents, but at least the hunger pains were gone and her throat no longer burned with thirst. She curled up in a ball on the floor, feeling her pulse racing and her skin tingling with unreleased arousal. The animalistic need had lingered since she had woken, and her marehood burned with need as she pressed her thighs together. The sensation of her juices dripping between her legs made her squirm in discomfort as the gelatinous mass pressed against her sensitive vulva. Her sex engorged and pulsing with heat, she shuddered at the thought of the faceless Shadowbolts from her earlier fantasy watching her.
Her hooves curled in pleasure as she softly whimpered and wiggled her haunches. She yearned for relief, and she pawed at the floor with her hooves, desperate to cum. The familiar flush of humiliation and desire rose in her chest, and she stifled a moan as she reached her hooves down, rubbing at the knot of solid gel covering her marehood.
She knew it was hopeless, that she simply wasn’t going to get herself off like this. But she couldn’t stop herself, either; the need was overwhelming and, with her belly full, it was all she could think of. Shamelessly, she wriggled her haunches, her clit pulsing with pleasure. Her hooves rubbed the knot of gel hard, trying to create enough friction to push herself over the edge, but it was no use. The rubbery material was soft and malleable, and there was just not enough pressure to give her the relief she craved. Defeated, she collapsed onto her belly with a shuddering moan, panting and flushed, her heart pounding in her chest.
Whimpering with need, she curled into a ball. She imagined the Shadowbolts laughing at her, their wicked hooves stroking her body, teasing her, arousing her, and yet never giving her the release she so desperately needed. Nursed by those fantasies, she slipped into unconsciousness.
364 Days Later
Dusk Fire let out a moan of pleasure as she rocked her haunches back and forth, feeling the pressure from the gelatinous mass rubbing against her clit. Her face was hot and flushed, and her thoughts were a jumbled mess. She had long ago lost the ability to keep track of time in this sunless, unchanging rubber cell. The only rhythms that delineated her experiences were those of sleep and feeding. Beyond those inevitabilities, her world had narrowed to the endless need that burned in her loins, relief kept forever out of reach. She had given up on counting the passing time. She was a drone, mindless, broken, and needy. There was almost nothing of her left, just a series of memories and emotions that flitted briefly through her mind before disappearing back into the fog of her lust.
Lost in her aching need, she was startled when the door of the cell slid open without warning, and a pair of Shadowbolts stepped in. They hid their faces behind their masks, and she could barely make out their eyes peering through the yellow lenses. They advanced on her, their bodies moving with a confident swagger that made her stomach twist with arousal. She squirmed as they drew closer, feeling her nethers throbbing with heat. As they reached her, they seized her hooves, pulling her up and off the ground. “C’mon, fresh meat,” one growled with a voice faintly muffled. “It’s time to see if you’re worth anything.”
She whimpered softly as they pulled her roughly out of the cell and down the long, dark corridor beyond. Her hooves skidded on the smooth metal floor and she was dimly aware of the other cells lining the hallway, each presumably filled with a prisoner like herself. The Shadowbolts dragged her to a small circular chamber with a raised dais in the center. They hauled her up it and locked her limbs in place using heavy manacles chained to the surface. Instead of fighting, she eagerly complied, spreading her legs invitingly before they could make her. Her addled mind swirled with hope and her heart pounded with anticipation. One of the Shadowbolts chuckled softly as he watched her. “Desperate, are we?” he teased.
Dusk Fire moaned softly into the gag as she felt his hooves on her hindquarters, rubbing them slowly and firmly. She felt her marehood throbbing with need as she writhed against his touch. Knowing it was wrong didn’t stop her from indulging. She yearned for any kind of relief, her desperation palpable. The other Shadowbolt nudged the one massaging her flanks. “Stop playing around and fuck her already.”
The first one chuckled. “All right, all right. Let’s get down to business, little mare.” He reached down and unzipped the front of his suit, letting his member bulge free of its confinement. It was long and thick, and she could see the veins pulsing with virility as it stood erect. She whined softly in the back of her throat as she saw it, and she wriggled her hips invitingly. It didn’t matter to her how dirty or degrading it was; all that mattered was having him inside her. She felt his hooves spreading her hindquarters wide as he grabbed a small, wickedly glinting scalpel from beneath his wing and using it to cut open the crotch of her imprisoning latex suit. As the cool air rushed in, she cried out, feeling its touch on her skin and fur for the first time in months. The Shadowbolt chuckled as he saw her swollen, gel-covered lips. “Stupid slut,” he muttered under his breath, but she barely heard him. “Look at me,” he ordered her. She obeyed, lifting her head and looking at him. She felt his hoof rubbing against her vulva, teasing her mercilessly. “I’m going to fuck you,” he explained, “and if I think you’re any good, you’ll be a full-fledged Shadowbolt.” He paused. “If not . . . well, let’s not dwell on that. Got it?” She nodded, eager and desperate. “Good.”
The solid conglomeration of gel still coated her marehood and clit, sealing them away effectively. The second stallion retrieved a syringe from somewhere and used it to spurt a stream of acrid-smelling liquid onto its surface. It fizzled as it began to swiftly dissolve, revealing her wet and needy cunt beneath.
“Let’s see how you handle this,” the first one said again, lining himself up with her exposed entrance and sliding his member roughly into her. She gasped and moaned as she felt him penetrating her, his thick member stretching her walls apart. The sensation was utterly overwhelming, a complicated symphony of pain, pleasure, joy, fear, and relief that crushed her like a vice. As he forced his way inside her fully, her world collapsed to a singular point of awareness focused on the feeling of being used. After so many agonizing days of denial and animalistic need, the sudden relief was almost too much to bear. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, her body trembling with excitement and arousal. She could feel her marehood molding around his hardness, her juices flowing freely to lubricate his movements. Instinctively, she rocked her hips in time with his motion to make his thrusts deeper and surer, bucking to try to get closer to his glorious cock.
The other Shadowbolt watched her with a detached amusement, his eyes glittering through the lenses of his mask. “You’d better hope you’re good enough for us,” he said gruffly. “Otherwise, we’ll have to find another use for you.”
She whimpered softly as she felt her ravisher’s hoof grabbing her rump, squeezing it firmly. She didn’t care what they did to her; all she wanted was this exact moment. She thrust her haunches back and forth, writhing and huffing as she felt the stallion’s member plunging into her again and again, filling her up. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest. She moaned and sighed as she felt the pressure building inside her, rising to a crescendo that threatened to set her ablaze. After so much denial and anticipation, she had no hope that she could hold out. The Shadowbolt fucking her seemed to sense this. He increased his pace, pounding her hard and fast, his hooves gripping her haunches tightly. She could feel his member throbbing inside her, and she knew he was close to cumming as well.
Feeling him explode inside her, she couldn’t help but emit a muffled cry as his seed filled her. The hot, sticky fluid coated her insides, causing her to moan and reach her own peak. Her body stiffened, and she let out a muffled scream as she came hard, her juices gushing from her marehood and drenching his cock.
As the orgasm subsided, she was left trembling and panting, her heart hammering in her chest. She sagged against the dais, her legs shaking uncontrollably. She felt the stallion pulling his length out of her, and she distantly heard him zipping up the front of his suit.
The other Shadowbolt chuckled as he watched her. “Well, looks like you’ll do,” he said with a shrug. “Welcome to the Shadowbolts, fresh meat. Hope you enjoy it as much as we do.” She couldn’t answer, even if she had wanted to. The sudden release overwhelmed her, and she barely registered the sound of the door opening and closing behind them as they left.
She remained there, enjoying the afterglow of the encounter for a while. Slowly, her thoughts coalesced into something resembling rationality, and she felt the haze of arousal lifting slightly from her mind. Sluggishly, she lifted her head and looked down at herself, taking in the sight of her body still wrapped in the latex suit, its crotch cut away to reveal her swollen lips and cum-dripping hole. No trace of shame or embarrassment sullied her mind, only a tired pride that the Shadowbolt had enjoyed her. She was a faceless creature, a nameless sex toy, but she had been good enough to satisfy him. She had been accepted and given value. That was all that mattered.
She was a Shadowbolt now.
