She stumbled and fell on the rock-hard ground. The stallions were all around her, looking down at the tearful shape lying in the middle of the casern. She cried and she cried, she apologized, she said she didn’t know any better and it was an honest mistake, but they ignored her complaints and just laughed, pointing at her with their hoofs and laughing.
She tried to enter the royal kitchen - she forgot her daily muffin at home, and she needed to eat because she was hungry and she wouldn’t return home until the end of the day, you see? she tried to explain to the guards, but they didn’t listen. She was caught by a patrol of two pegasus, and she tried to fly away but they caught her because she didn’t fly straight with her “googly eyes”, as used to say her daughter.
They said she was special so she didn’t have to go to jail, and that made her glad. But they didn’t let her go home and brought her to their big house with beds and threw her on the ground.

From where she was she could see all the dark and frightening things under their bellies. Some twitched and rocked as they moved and laughed. She crawled back but the stallions moved on with her, and the circle shrunk more and more, until they were all around her, touching her soft grey fur with their dirty hooves, rubbing her belly and poking her body. The mare struggled under their arms and tried to fly away, but she was pinned down by the sheer number of her assailants.
Her back felt funny. She tried to look at it but somepony took her head and forced her mouth around his thing. She tried to spit it out because it tasted of pee but she couldn’t; she thought about biting it but she remembered she shouldn’t do that because it would be rude, and she was a polite pony.
Somepony else forced his thingy in her pee hole. It felt warm but it hurt at the same time. She squirmed under their hold to dislodge the fleshy member and got it in the sides so she stopped. They used the occasion to force another one in her pooper, and it hurt her very much but she was a brave pony and she tried not to scream too much.
Snot and tears flew down her face and she had to struggle just to breath, because the guard never let her rest. She had to suck, they always told her to suck, because if she didn’t bad things would happen to her. She did it by herself now, but she didn’t like it. It felt wrong.
The ones that couldn’t find a spot had to wait by rubbing her with their hooves or stallionhoods, and some would suckle on her tiny nipples. It kept on going like that, and she tried to do the best she could but the mare couldn’t stop crying because they made her pooper and her pee hole hurt so much.
After a while, some other ponies replaced the others, but they would spray her fur with man milk before leaving, and it annoyed her because every time it was really hard to scratch off and smooth her fur back. She liked better when they did it inside because it would just flow out with the time or a bath in the lake, but not in her mouth because it tasted bad.
The guards kept telling her she was a bad pony but that she was a lucky one too, because they usually put thieves in jail. She believed them because it was told prison was very awful and she made a mental note to thank them when they were over because they were kind.
She had thought for a while without noticing, and she thought they were over because she could see nopony in front of her and the pain was gone. The pegasus tried to stand up but three pairs of hooves immediately pinned her down and shout at her. She yelped and apologized; she didn’t mean to cross them. When the gray pony looked behind her she noticed they were all staring at her behind and only a few guards still had their things up. Everypony else was looking at them and her behind though, and one took her mane with one hoof.
He pushed it inside her pee hole. It felt weird. But not bad weird; bizarre weird. When he pulled it out, it was coated with her pee and the milk of the few who did it inside. The guard brushed her pooper with it, like he was trying to smear it. It tickled and she laughed, playfully moving her tail around and twirling it in his hooves.
But he hit her on the head and screamed at her to stop it, so the tears came back. She looked back to the front which was actually just a wall with small white stains on it and sayings that Platine was a homo pony.
Suddenly, a guard pushed his thing in her pooper. It slipped inside very easily and it didn’t hurt at all, which she was glad of. But there was something going on; without warning, the guards lifted her and another slipped under her body. She was sandwiched between the two guards but they were nice and tried not to crush her.
Something prodded around her butt; she tried to move her behind to let it slip in her pee hole like she was told but he was too far away and aimed for the wrong hole. Instead, he rubbed against the other one and slipped- ouch! -in her pooper too! It was stretched too much and she felt the two thingies moving inside her. With a quick look, she saw the two massive bulges. They moved like blind dogs inside her.
The two guards kept laughing and high-fiving each other. The others cheered them and spit a lot at her ass. It was smoother now; still hurting, but she could bear it.
At least, she thought she could, until another one advanced.
The pony on top of her slid on the side and the other positioned himself awkwardly to his side. He aimed, and prodded lightly her rosebud- or the giant gaping hole replacing it. It was impossible to enter from the sides, so he chose to aim in the middle of the two others. He slowly forced his way in, pressing the two others and expanding her pooper more and more. She cried from the pain but a pony came to her and put a bit in her mouth, strapped really tight so that she could barely even make humming sounds.
It tasted bad. Someponies must have used it before, she thought, and they didn’t wash it. That was very dirty and rude. But the bit made it easier for her, and she chewed on it as hard as she could while the guard forced his thing into her pooper. With a sigh, he finally stopped pushing, and just pulled a bit in and out as much as he could. The three were working together and she felt like she was going to be ripped open because of how stretched her pooper was.
Everypony around was screaming with joy, and she thought maybe she did good, and they were all happy, because some of them reached with their hooves to caress her soft fur in the few places it wasn’t sticky. She purred a bit, despite the three thingies in her pooper; it hurt a great deal, but it would soon be over, she hoped.
Then, one of the guards started twitching. He groaned and pushed himself as deep as possible, then he peed his man milk in her pooper. It felt weird, having all their thingies moving in her tiny body and twitching and milking in her. Another guard started lactating too, the vibrations of the other one’s thingies must have pushed him over the edge, along with the sensation of having his stallionhood floating in the milk of another pony.
Her pooper was so full now, her insides were feeling fuzzy and cold. The milk started pouring out too; the two had taken their thingies out, and her gaping pooper leaked a lot of their milk down on her legs. There was just the last one still going; he pushed in and out fully each time now that he had the space to do so. He was rough and pulled her tail, also he spanked her sometime.
While one of the two retreating guards went for a beer, the other decided his phallus had to be cleaned, and he went in front of the gray mare. He took the bit off, which was drenched in saliva and almost cut in half she noticed, and prodded his thing against her lips. It tasted his sweat, his pee, his milk and like her pooper. She didn’t want to, so he punched her hard twice and finally she opened her mouth. Immediately, he penetrated her throat and forced her face against his pubis. She chocked on it and the milk that was pouring down his thing went up her nose while she coughed. He pulled out with a squishy sound.
With a disappointed look, he whispered that if she wouldn’t clean it off, bad things would happen to her. She opened her mouth and willingly took his stuff in, because she knew what bad things meant and she didn’t want it to happen again, not to her little muffin. She forced her gagging reflex off, but the guard was still doing her pooper and it was hard. Swirling her tongue around his smelly thing she swallowed every time she could.
After a few minutes, the guard behind her milked too and her pooper was now a bit larger than before because of all the milk it contained, even though a lot of it poured out. The guard who she was cleaning eventually took out and rested it on her head. She was too exhausted to keep on, so he used her mane like a towel, then went for a beer with his brothers in arms. They threw her out of the casern a bit after.

Author's Note

it happened again. sorry.