The day started like any other, I'd wake up and wait for master to let me out. Everypony I knew belonged to a blemmyae, myself included. They are these creatures that looked like they'd come out of a horror movie, their faces are on their torsos. Many ponies I know, including myself, live outside in a small shelter or something. It rained last night so I was cold. Don't get me wrong I live in a kennel complete with a roof so at least I'm dry.
It took an hour or more before master came out to bring me in. Many blemmyae live in these massive houses, at least from my viewpoint. I'm not sure if they see it the same. "Your looking better, Shadow Nightmare." Heh, my stage name. My real name is Skywing, or at least I think it is. I acknowledged in my usual way by sitting upright. In truth I felt like crap, yesterday I was in a hard fight. Many pony owners choose to make their ponies fight. normally ponies are in their own league. I'm the exempt, for some reason fight coordinators pit me up against dragons, manticores, n' stuff like that. As usual, master would take me inside to eat. No point in leaving me here if you haven't any food with you.
Breakfast was short but filling. Normally I would go find my newspapers I've been collecting, but this time I decided on sitting in front of the fireplace. The papers are a collection of articles about this one pony family in Equestria. I think it's mine because the oldest one I have talks about a two year old mutant pegasus with a unicorn horn being thrown out of Cloudsdale. The papers often have pictures of two ponies together. One, the mare I believe to be my mother is light magenta with a cerulean mane. Her cutie mark is a double heart design, one inside of the other. The other the stallion I believed to be my father is dark yellow with a yellow-green mane. His cutie mark looks to be a uranium rod.
"hey Nightmare, I got a call for you to go to a pony mill last night, so we need to leave soon." Master is always looking for ways to make money off me. He might be greedy, but he is by no means a tightwad. He would spare almost no expense for my happiness. After all; a happy fighter is a hardy fighter, or so he said. Personally, I think he is on to something. I'm not happy, but at least I'm content. This master was the most lenient of all the masters I've had, some of my former masters were real slave drivers.
Preparations for a fourteen mile trip consisted of a chain leash, My master is not about to just let me go like that. and a scarf, It's pretty fashionable to say the least I guess. I think my favorite part is that it's warm, you could just melt in it. For me, it's all about getting from point A to point B as fast as possible. I can't say that I'm fond of being looked at when I'm traveling, It's something I've never been fond of. Usually I try to escape to my own thoughts. Though I can never get too deep in thought for misplaced fears. I keep forgetting that my current master prefers to move at my pace instead of the other way around, like my previous masters.
Three miles into the trip the term pony mill enters my train of thought. Pony mills tend to be this dreary place with between seven to twenty one mares. they would have numbers instead of names. They would all tend to have the same look of despair on their faces. Their isn't anything to look forwards to in there; as soon as your foal can eat solids, their taken away and sold. Soon afterwards your fucked by another stallion, getting what might be your twelfth foal. This continues until you physically can not have foals anymore, then they just kill you. Sometimes pony mills will have a stallion, it's a prized fighter every time. If that's the case, he can fuck you anytime he wants. You could be days from delivering and he could fuck you in any position he wants. If you're giving birth he would just assume fuck you in the ass. I guess what I'm saying is whatever he wants, happens.
Seven miles into the trip my mind wandered to my more recent fights. Manticores and dragons are straight forwards, kill them before they kill you. Hydras are a bit more complicated, cut off a head and it grows two more in its place. Now cockatrices are the difficult ones, but I've found that showing one its reflection does the job. I've won all my fights for five years now but all its got me is stronger fighters. It's gotten to the point where I'm at the top of the league. Personally, I'd rather throw a few matches in the pony league than deal with all the monsters I put up with. The fighting arena is the only place where I can use my magic, the rest of the time I have to wear a ring on my horn that suppresses my magic.
Eleven miles into the trip my thoughts settled onto a pegasus filly I met just days before all this started. I don't remember her name, but she was yellow with a pink mane. She had three blue butterflies with pink wings as her cutie mark. I was only five at the time but I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember being scared of her when I first saw her. It took me an hour or two ta work up the courage to go meet her. But when I finally did, I found myself accidentally kissing her. It's really funny actually, I poked my head out of the bush I was hiding in as she was peeking her head in. Or it would have been if whole ordeal hadn't frightened me so badly. I'm serious, I was too scared to move. I think it frightened her too, she took a couple of steps back before coming back.
I remember I was expecting her ta hurt me, but that didn't happen. Instead she just warmly smiled at me, The smile was rather infectious. That's when I got my first real good look at her face. She had really pretty cerulean eyes. She asked me a few thing before she realized I never learned how to talk. when she finally asked for my name, a bit of news paper fell to the ground. rather, my face. that's when I got the chance to tell her my name, or rather show her. It was a page about my disappearance. By chance my name was also my first word.
"Okay we're here." Thanks master, for interrupting my train of thought. Sometimes I think he does that just to piss me off. Looking at the building, it is a rather large structure for a pony mill, maybe the size of a warehouse. The entrance was marked by a pair of double doors. I can't help but notice that a minotaur runs the place, a female minotaur at that. Greetings were short, guess they wanna get straight to business. The three of us entered a second door where the all the mares are. I'm suppose to impregnate three mares today, and two of them are virgins. I'm gonna have a hard time getting to sleep tonight. All the ponies here are kept in pens two hooves taller than I am.
The first pen we came to is relatively close to the door. Inside, a mare close to fifty. Her solid blue coat goes well with her black mane. She has no cutie mark, like me. The moment her door went up she turn around and moved her tail. She was glistening wet, almost dripping. I may be horny, but I'm sure as hell not happy. I went to mount her, just like our owners wanted me to. I slid my cock in slowly to the base and gave an audible sigh before fucking her. I don't want to do this, but I don't really have much of a choice. I could stop fucking this mare, but then they'd threaten to kill me. Recently some have been threatening me with fire, including my master. During my last visit to the other side I was told that being burned to death will kill me permanently, I have too many questions to end my life like that.
You can tell how long she's been doing this. She doesn't make any sounds like most mares her age, if not all. Here I am, a sixteen year old colt slamming my cock into her... whatever it is. Shit I've been visiting pony mills since I was twelve, and I still don't know what it is. Eh, I'll figure it out whenever. One trick I taught myself is to fire on command. It's an especially difficult trick unless it's a tight fit, Impossible in this mare. I can only imagine what's going through her mind, somehow I don't think I want to know.
Now with that familiar feeling coming, I can thank whoever, or whatever's in charge that this is almost over. I want to get this over with, go home and be lazy if I can. I don't know what it is, but I can produce a lot of it. Today's no exception, I feel It on my balls. "Make sure you you fill that pussy, I spent a lot of money tracking you down!" Damn that Minotaur's bossy. Wait... is that what It's called? Normally I'd just phase them out when doing this, but she's so loud. "Think he'll have enough for the other two?"
"More than enough, I'm confidant." Oh shit, I forgot. The only thing I can do now is pull out slowly, and hope I don't have nightmares. I hope this mare get's what she wants, even if she wants to die. Hearing her dropping to the floor tells me more them I need to know, I'm just glad I can fight back tears as well as I can. The door closed and all I can think of is the pain that I'm about to cause.
The second pen was a little further, "You better be ready, here they come." more than often, those are the last words you'd here before getting fucked the first time.
With her neighbor's warning, I doubt there will be anymore talking. "You bitch." I guess I was wrong. The minotaur responded by grunting before lifting the door. She's wearing shackles. This mango maned, moon red colored mare isn't quite as wet as the first. Nor is she taller than me. Just like the first; I may be horny, but I'm sure as hell not happy. Virgins are harder because I have to spend more time actually pushing my cock into their pussies. This one's no exception, I think her pussy's getting wetter now that my cock is moving around it as I try to push it in. This isn't unheard of; but she's actually enjoying it. "Oh! Quit playing, and fuck me deep." Here you go, your five seconds of fame. "Ow, fuck!" Now you learn the hell that these pony mills are. "Now fuck my tiny pussy 'til it's bright red." Okay, I don't think any of us were prepared for that.
I looked to my master, and he nodded. "Fuuuck!" I'm not gonna lie, she's starting to scare me. She's actually enjoying something I consider worse than death. "Oh fuck, spank me." What the fuck? "Spank me and call me a dirty whorse!"
"I'll make sure he treats you like a dirty whorse." Says the bitch who makes me feel like a slut.
"Oh fuck! Spank me again." If the last mare is this happy about being fucked I might actually sleep well for once. "Rub my tummy and kiss me!" Okay, you've had enough. I'm glad her pussy's tight enough. "Aw, done already?" Yes, done already. I can't dismount fast enough. As I left, the minotaur entered to remove her shackles. "Fuck me again when you come back cutie." Okay, It's official; I'm scared shitless. The door shuts and I can't be happier. One more mare and I'm through.
"You're in luck Nightmare, I literally just got this one yesterday." Oh great, a mare who hasn't been broken in. Her pen is towards the back near the corner. I can hear her rattling her chains. "Still not used to your shackles?"
"I fucking hate you!" This won't end well.
"Get used to me, you're here for the rest of your life." I hate to admit it, but she's right.
"Get bent, you fucked up piece of shit." As funny as hearing those word was, that was probably the last thing she should have said.
The door went up and- holy shit she's only half my size. "Make her suffer." I was afraid she'd say that.
"Don't you dare come near me." I'm deeply sorry, but that's not how it works in a place like this. Her rage quickly became fear as I approached her, needless to say. Now I'll have to fuck her through her tail. Her pussy's dry, but that doesn't matter because my cock should be wet enough. I go to mount her and she really starts to beg as I push my push my cock up against her pussy. I'm deeply sorry, but I'm only taking orders. She screams in pain and terror as my cock enters her pussy.
"Welcome to the life of a pony mill pony, bitch." Now since I'm suppose to make her suffer, my choices are to ride her out until I forcibly fill her, or some kind of beating or death. this mares painful cries can be heard throughout the building. "I want your entire cock inside this disrespectful cunt." Now the minotaur comes in and forces her tail away from her pussy. This filly's pain filled shriek tells me she doesn't care about her well being.
"Please, no more." I can't blame her.
"You disrespected me, so you're being punished. Nightmare, pull her mane." Her painful shrieks echo throughout the building. If that doesn't make her submit, nothing will. She's pulling her tail and I'm finally achieving what she wanted. My entire cock is finally inside her pussy. I'm starting to get that feeling again. You're crying while I'm jam my entire cock into your pussy, all I can think is your body can take a lot of punishment.
Oh fuck, the minotaur's feeling me! "I wanted you to go longer, but this will do I guess. Your cum is the most valuable I've had the pleasure of paying for." Great, another word to add to the list of words I know. And now she's squeezing my balls. "Keep cumming in her, I want all of it in her pussy." No shit.
After cumming and pulling my cock out, I can think about the fire place back at home. I hope I never come back. "Now, You're going to respect and obey me."
"Go, Go jump off a bridge." I have to admit, I'm impressed.
The minotaur starting to scare me the way she's looking at this filly. "Nightmare, again." Fuck.
"No, please!" I'm watching this minotaur glare at this filly knowing full well I can't do anything yet.
Okay, I really don't know what to think now; the minotaur is holding my cock as she rubs and presses it against the filly's pussy. "In, you go." Once again I'm fucking the filly while she hysterically cries. Only this time the minotaur is holding my cock around my balls. My cock is being pushed into this filly’s pussy and now I think I feel the end. “Feeling a little resistance?” No I feel the end stupid- HELLO! “Works with all species.” I think she stuck her finger up my ass. My cock barely fits in this filly’s puny pussy, I am going to have nightmares for weeks.
I am right here listening to this fillys screams turn to sobbing and I can safely say that I can feel my cock press against whatever’s at the other end of this fillys pussy. The tight fit and the minotaurs finger up my ass doesn’t help any. “I have an idea, you’ll love this.” What are you, holy shit she’s pulling my cock out to the tip. I knew it was too good to be true when she shoved my cock back into the fillys pussy. “Keep like that and you’ll be breaking her in no time. Who knows, you might get a fuck slave out of this.” Like I really need one of those.
“Are you suggesting something?” My master spoke up as I pulled most of my cock out and shoved the whole thing back into the filly.
“Actually I am, come with me to the front.” The minotaur bitch pulled her finger from my ass and left the pen as that feeling came to me again. And man am I happy this is almost over. The minotaur and my master left just as I fill the fillys pussy with whatever I make that’s white. Pulling out was the easy part, listening to her drop and cry while watching her cover her face with her hooves was the hard part. With nothing left to do but to wait to leave I’m deciding to hop the gate and follow the two.
“Hey hottie, I’m ready for round two.” And I’m not, that second mare is not understand what this is for a while. Maybe she’ll be one of those ‘I don’t care what happens as long as my pussy has a cock in it’ type of mares, which I admit I’ve never seen. “I’d like to feel your cock in me if you ever come back.” Which I hope is never. Trotting faster and now I can hear the two.
“Look, I don’t plan on selling the Shadow Nightmare anytime soon.” So that minotaur was planning to buy me.
“I guess there’s no way around it...” You tell her, I don’t want to step hoof in here again.
“I would be interested in a partnership though.” Like before, too good to be true.
“Done!” I groaned and turned around and began to trudge back to the fillys pen. I get to stay here where I fucked two mares and a filly, oh joy. I can bone all these mares all I want and not think about leaving them. Me, the mares, and no escape from this hell. I stopped just as I passed the first mares pen. I just have to see. I jumped up and put my hooves on the gate to see the mare in the corner. She’s still alive, even though she doesn’t want to be. I know she heard me, I don’t blame her for not wanting to look.
Got off the gate, and now I’m back on my way. “So what’s up, are you staying?” Shut up. “If that’s the case then you can ride me all night and call me whatever you want.” How about no, I’ll spend my time where I can reflect on how I am to make the rest of the mares miserable. I can’t get away from her soon enough.
I’m at the fillys pen and her sobbing can’t be anymore heartbreaking. I have to do this so I poked my head over the gate. “Come to fuck me some more?” That hurt, a lot more then it probably should have. I jumped over the gate and the filly began to push herself to the corner as far as her chains would allow her.
I didn’t think of anything else to do but to lay down where I stand. “I’m sorry.” First words I spoke, or rather whispered, today.
“Then why’d you do it?” Can’t blame her for asking that.
“Because I had no choice in the matter.” It’s true, I think I would have had a harder time with this if I had been defiant. The sooner I can fight, the better. Shit I can’t believe I just thought that.
I looked at the ground briefly then looked to the filly. “...Who are you?” She had to as that. Of all things she had to ask that. The fucking question I have problems with myself.
I hesitated to answer but finally went with it. “S-Skywing” Fuck it, that’s who I am now. I am Skywing the motherfucken Cloudsdale Mutant.
“Skywing...” I continued to lay there, not caring that that second mare was looking for me.
I layed there for a while until my master came in and found me. “Well Nightmare, all these mare are now yours to fuck.” Oh goody, I can live in the worst place imaginable with mares I don’t want to even know. “FYI, I think one of your sex slaves wants you.” I know and I’ve been trying to avoid it. “Better go show her a good time.” No. Master left and I looked to the filly who had inched closed to me.
“I think you should go quiet her down...” Please don’t do this to me.
“What’s your name?” I want to know what to call her.
“I’m... mom called me her sweetie.” Okay, Sweetie it is. I nodded before I stood up and jumped back over the gate. Maybe I should make her work for it this time.
“I see you, I hope you’re horny.” I am and I’m not happy. I got to her pen and hesitated before jumping over the gate. “I’ve got a pussy with your name on it, hope you don’t mind a dripping pussy.” Oh no, go ahead I can’t be bothered by that when I just tortured a filly.
“You’re working for it, you are gonna bounce on my cock.” That mare giggled and I got down on my back. The mare eagerly put my cock in her pussy and began to bounce like her life depended on it. Maybe we could all learn a lesson from her, become ponies who only want sex and forget what pain is, or maybe I’m finally starting to go out of my mind.
The mare began to slow down. “I’m not feeling it. Can you mount me again and abuse me?” Sure what the hell. The mare stood up and my cock stood on end as I got up with her.
“Fine, but you’re pussy from now on.” The mare giggled and and kept her tail out of the way.
“Anything to get more cock.” I mounted Pussy and slid my cock into her pussy. she let herself shudder and moan and I’m kicking myself for not sticking to my word. I started to do what I did to the filly and pulled my cock out to the base and slammed the whole thing to the base. she moaned loudly which told me that she will indeed want cock as often as possible. If anything good came from all this it’s becoming Skywing the Cloudsdale Mutant. I looked to the back of Pussys head and smacked her blank flank.
