“How can something so small be so aggressive?” A guard yelled as they tried to surround me. I growled at them, holding a spoon menacingly as three guards lay on the ground groaning.

“Come get some motherfuckers!” I screamed, pointing the spoon at the next guard. I ducked and weaved through the clumsy mass of hands and legs. My nimble and small body was able to slip though their wide swings, delivering quick precise blows as the mares were slowly beaten back. The first few waves of guards had been easy, only firing off a couple at a time and I was able to use their inexperience and overconfidence against them. Sadly the newest arrivals were different.

The new guards, unlike the last batch, wore midnight blue armour what blended with their coats as they growled. Their wings were remarkably bat-like, and their yellow eyes were unnerving as I crouched. Leaping forward my fist slammed into the gut of the first guard, her whimper of pain causing me to grimace as I hesitated slightly. They were still women at the end of the day, but sadly I couldn’t afford to give them any leverage.

The fight though had been a lost cause from the start. Even though I was faster and more athletic, the mares still had strength and numbers. Soon two guards had pinned me to the ground, the third going for my waist. My legs wildly lashed out as I hit home, knocking the third guard away as she tried to undo my trousers. The other two grunted as they repositioned themselves, bodies pinning my arms as they held my legs in place.

“Get his pants.” One said as I violently twisted screaming profanity at the mares. One had the gall to throw a rag over my mouth, silencing me as I grunted out muffled insults. The mare on the left, one of the bat ponies delicately licked my face, filling me with revulsion as her tongue slid across my face.

Leaning forward my lips capture the mare in front of me. My tongue gently prodded her mouth as she moaned causing the other two to slacken their grip as I acted. Pulling my head back, I slammed my forehead into her snout, resulting in a crack as she fell off with a screech of pain. My fist clumsily lashed out striking the second mare in the eye as I leapt to my feet. The third, sluggish from the surprise, failed to stop me as I bolted the room, my feet striking against the tiled floor as the screams of realisation sounded.

Armoured footsteps crashed into the floor as the guards followed in swift pursuit. The leader of the guards yelled garbled instructions to the others as I tried to find an exit or hiding place.

“Holy shit!” I gasped, hiding behind a random alley way as I quietly laughed at my luck. In their haste to capture me they had failed to bar or even blockade the doors, allowing me to exit the castle relatively painlessly. The chase had kept up for a good ten minutes before I had given them the slip. I knew that now that I had escaped they would most likely enforce a strict blockade on the city. This would most likely make escape nigh impossible and presented a real problem. Rubbing my temples I slumped against the alley wall, grime and dirt matting my filthy clothing as I came to rest on bin. Flies insistently flitted near and into my body there irritating buzzing, grating my nerves as I swatted the bothersome insects away.

“What am I going to do?” I sighed as I felt tears stinging my eyes. This was the first time that I had been allowed to access my situation. I was homeless, lost and being hunted by lustful guards. The last bit would have been great had they been the right species and or if I had a choice in the matter. Maybe I was better living in the forest at least, there what you saw was what you got. My eyes stung as I felt the early signs of a migraine coming on. This had been a recurring problem, one which had nearly gotten me killed. The intense pain in the head and eyes left me nauseated and disoriented.
A sound of hurried footsteps was all the warning I received as something smashed into the back of my head. With a grunt, I was out before I hit the ground.

Unknown location

“Uh, wha-?” I slurred, my bleary eyes tried to make sense of what was happening. My head, splitting throbbed painfully as I tried to block it out. My stomach felt like it was on fire as agonizing pain lanced my skull. Slowly the painful rays of light dimmed as I was able to focus. Sadly my body was still exhausted making it hard to stay awake.

“Do I hear thirty five thousand, forty thousand bits anypony? How about fifty anypony? Yes fifty in the back.” the rapid voice of a mare was all I registered as I fell in and out of consciousness.

“Sold for fifty thousand bits to the yellow mare.” A voice cried as my eyes snapped open. What I saw left me with a sense of dread. I was in a cage of sort my hands and feet cuffed as mares who looked of high standard idly chatted and wandered around the spacious, grand room. A white mare with pink hair whom stood next to me conversed with the yellow mare, the same that bought me.

“I can assure you that he is amazing. Unlike stallions he can become erect unconscious and, get this, can last up to three rounds.” She stated, the other gasping as my face went ghostly white. I had been raped whilst I had been unconscious.

“And better yet, he lasted around three to five minutes for each. I have never felt so alive.” She tittered as she idly sipped on her drink. They were talking about me like I was a brand of dildos. How could anyone be so sick and twisted? I saw that apart from me there were only two other males, a young child about half my size and a middle aged stallion from the looks of things. The stallion was a pastel white with light blue hair. He sported a small moustache and was even wearing a monocle.

“I say, old chap, you are a strange one.” he whispered as I leaned closer.

“Why aren’t you in chains?” I replied keeping my voice low as he looked at me incredulously.

“My dear boy, most stallions are just brought up and displayed before they are sold but if the rumours are true you are different. You see, dear chap, this is a black market where mares can buy stallions illegally. Face it, despite your alien appearance and smaller size you are a gift to mares given your, ah… Unique abilities. Indeed we are all in a fine spot of bother it seems.” he chuckled as I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Why is there a black market? I thought it was legal to sell stallions. Also what was that about my unique abilities?” I breathed as he chortled.

“My dear boy, have you been living under a rock? Stallions are lucky if they last a full minute in bed with a mare, and sadly one stallion is usually forced to pleasure many mares. You see, if we can’t get it up we are beaten and then forced to please them using other measures. Some mares will humiliate the stallions as punishment. Sadly, with mares outnumbering stallions several thousands to one the only reason our species has survived is because of technology. You see, as we progressed as a species stallions became more and more of a rarity. Science has allowed us to create artificial sperm but sadly as a result all foals born are fillies. Now as to why this is illegal it is because we are stallions of higher standards due to our birth city and type. Being unicorns and Canterlot unicorns at that means that we are viewed as off limits to slavers,” he paused nodding in sympathy as I looked at him in horror

“I know, disgraceful isn’t it for one sex to discriminate another? Moving on, you are a special case for you possess what we don’t. Stamina, my friend and recovery time, you were able to recover and last far longer than the average stallion. Fleur spoke highly of you and if you want to survive here you would do well to please your owner. I know, I know that it isn’t ideal, I can see in your eyes that you are a proud and stubborn one but please for your own safety don’t enrage the mares.” he finished his eyes looking at me pleadingly as I silently nodded.

“So she raped me whilst I was unconscious then decided to sell me off. If I am so great why get rid of me?” I asked as the stallion smirked

“Because, dear chap, you are worth more than you are useful. Whilst you can please her she has incredibly obtained five stallions not including myself to please her, so why bother when she can sell you for fifty times the usual price?” He finished as I blanched at the value. So I was a rare exotic item to be sold for more given my species. This was sick, I had to escape, maybe I could kill the mare that bought me then I could use their house as a safe house. ‘No that would never work; her friends and family would get suspicious very quickly. I couldn’t stay if I kill her.’ I groaned as I discarded the safe house idea.

“Forgot to say, how terribly rude of me. I am Sir Fancy Pants, property or past property of Fleur, I wish we could be speaking under better circumstances.” He replied stretching his hand out as he grabbed mine.

“I don’t have a name but nice to meet you.” I replied allowing a genuine smile to reach my lips the first in weeks.

“No speaking.” Fleur hissed, smacking both of us upside the head as I snarled at her. Her arrogant sneer made me wish I could throttle the bitch just to see the life leave her eyes.

“Miss Spitfire, please don’t be afraid to discipline this one if he misbehaves.” Fleur giggled, the sound wretched as I tried to break free of my bounds, determined to wipe the smug smile of her face.
Spitfire said nothing, her cold eyes watching the mare with obvious distaste as I smirked. From the looks of things she didn’t want to be here anymore than I did. My predatory and survivalist mind-set automatically set to trying to exploit any and all faults and try to use them against her.

“Thank you for the advice. I hope you don’t mind but I will take my leave.” Spitfire spoke, her voice monotone as Fleur indicated to Fancy Pants to let me out.

“Good luck, my friend.” He whispered as I was roughly grabbed by the mare her steel grip unwavering as I reluctantly kept my tongue. I would attack when she was on her own.

One hour later

Sadly my attack had been a failure; as soon as she had gotten outside she had thrown me onto her back, taking off as I clung for dear life. Her speed was frightening, leaving me with doubts about trying to escape. If she could move at this speed then she would catch me in a heartbeat. As we flew a large structure came into view the murky dark of night, making it hard to see as I squinted my eyes. What I saw left me speechless, a base floating in the sky as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

As we approached I realised to my amazement that the base was resting on clouds. I squirmed in fright as she landed shunting me off as I feared I would fall through them.

“Chillax kid, the clouds are designed to allow non- pegasi to walk on them.” She spoke, flicking her nose as she grinned at me. Her voice and body posture changed in mere seconds from a cold, calculated mare to a tomboy.

“Look, kid, I don’t know what that bucking crazy mare did to you but know that I ain’t like that.” She grinned, ruffling my hair as I glowered at her.

“Really well since you sound sincere I believe and trust you.” I deadpanned raising an eyebrow as she laughed.

“You got attitude and spunk, I think you’re going to fit right in here.” she laughed as she motioned for me to fallow her.

“Look me and my team aren’t monsters, we won’t beat or hurt you for fun. I understand that you are less than happy with the hand you were dealt, but look I bought you so that you could help me out with my teams. You see, we mares go into heat once a month for about four days. During that time we are irritable and aggressive as Tartarus. I need you to be there so that my teams can still function and not require four days absence a month. Look, none of us go on heat for another few weeks, so you can settle in. I would feel better if we could get your consent before the sex but know that if needed we will take what we want.” She finished eyeing me as I snorted in amusement.

“You know what you really are something. I don’t care that you go into heat, that’s your problem not mine. Why should I be forced to fill in as a portable pleasure unit because you girls can’t deal with four days of lust? I understand to an extent that it is uncomfortable but you are a different species, I have been bought like a slave and was dragged from my world by a stupid unicorn.” I finished looking at her disgruntled face as she sighed.

“Look, the way you spoke would have given me full rights to beat you. But as I said I’m not like that so how about a deal. We can provide for you, only pegasi and Wonderbolt members can reach here, and you wouldn’t have to worry about mares like Fleur. All we ask in return that you can provide to us what we can’t for ourselves.” She finished.

“Look I will be honest and, no offence, but I have hatred for your race. Every pony I have met has either tried to use or rape me. How can I trust you when I have nothing to base my trust on?” I asked as she winced at my question.

“You seem to think that you’re in a position to negotiate with us, either accept the deal or we will force you to.” She hissed as her patience finally snapped. She had me there I was stuck thousands of feet in the air with no parachute to help and the only transport were the mares that I wanted to escape.

“Fine! I accept.” I spat accepting her hand shake as she smiled.

“Look on the bright side, you might grow to like it here.” She laughed as she threw an arm around me, ushering me towards the barracks as I groaned.

“Hey girls come have a look at what I bought.” Spitfire yelled, a moment of silence sounding as a flurry of wings and footsteps sounded. I nearly blanched as around fifteen mares ran into the room their eyes widening as they got a look at me.

“OH MY GOSH, YOU GOT A STALLION!” One squealed the others following as they rushed forward. I resisted the urge to lash out my hands clenching until my knuckles were white. The mares examined every part of me, their hands poking and prodding as I felt a vein on my forehead bulge.

“And if what that bitch said is true, then he can last far longer than normal stallions and even go multiple rounds.” Spitfire grinned her eyes locking onto me as a mischievous smirk adorned her lips. The mares around me excitedly chattered away as I was passed between them like a toy. I had to admit though, at least they were gentle and didn’t invade my privacy. I still planned to get out of here and kill that pink haired bitch then the princesses. But I had a few weeks until I was expected to perform so plenty of time to plan an escape.

“He is so cute.” One giggled as she nuzzled me her hands holding me close as she hugged me. The others murmured in agreement, their hands delicately stroking and patting me as I felt my rage slowly build. But before I was able to blow a fuse something happened that stopped me. The mares started to groom me. Their muzzles gliding though my hair as they gently licked and nibbled on my ears and hair. Something about the act was relaxing, halting my aggravated thoughts as I sat there in the mare’s laps. This feeling was strange, but at the same time could make sense. Both ponies and humans were group animals and enjoyed company. Grooming was a part of ancient human bonding so it wasn’t to strange that I found it relaxing.

“Oh, I can’t wait for my heat. For once there will be a nicely endowed stallion to help me out.” One giggled as her hand slipped down my trousers, snapping me out of my musing as I batted her hand away. I glared at her as the bitch had the nerve to laugh gently patting me like a pet as I clenched my teeth. The mares didn’t stop there, they ended up fighting over who got to sleep with me tonight. Luckily for me they actually meant sleep.

“This is ridiculous.” I grunted as the mares looked at me amusement clear on their faces. They nuzzled in, forming a fleshy blanket of wings and bodies as I reluctantly settled down. As it turned out most mares preferred to sleep in groups but rarely did so unless they obtained a stallion. Unlucky for me I was that stallion. Pegasi were even worse due to their avian-like nature, they had a flocking mentality which kicked in when there was a male present or in danger. Grumbling I settled down, allowing myself to slowly drift off as I contemplated my escape plans.

“On the one hand I could maybe take one hostage and force it to fly me down. that idea went out the window, they were stronger and would most likely flip me off before I could do anything. Even if I got one to fly me they could throw me off easily and leave me in need of their assistance. My best bet was to wait until they trusted me enough to take me to a town or village then I could knock them out and run. But even if I did escape then what, continue running hiding living life on the edge? At least here I have shelter and the promise of meals and fair enough treatment. Nah, I have to escape. I refuse to be a slave and I need to kill Celestia. That bitch was the reason that I was here, next to her lapdog Twilight. She was next on the list.

Weeks later.

Weeks came and went and I slowly gained the trust of the pegasi. They were intelligent and this made it difficult to keep up my appearance. One pegasi in particular, Silver Wing, was incredibly suspicious of me, her eyes never leaving mine when I was in her presence. On the other hand, a sweet mare named Fleetfoot had become very fond of me. I had of course started exploiting her naive and sweet side. I had even suggested that we could go for a stroll in one of the towns one day, just the two of us. This had of course brought a blush to her face and I knew that I was in. I had of course fulfilled my end of the agreement, assisting the mares during their heat. To be honest the sex wasn’t the issue, it was their weight and clumsiness that was the main concern. There were roughly twenty mares in Spitfire’s team, each expected to be treated and served during their heat. Many of them were too rough or clumsy which had caused me several injuries including but not limited to broken bones, sprained appendages, smothering and near crushed pelvis. Luckily for me Fleetfoot understood my pain and always allowed me to be on top of her. I had to say that out of all the ponies I had meet Fleetfoot was the closest thing to a friend I had.

I felt dirty and used, despite their kindness I felt like a street whore. Being used for free then tossed aside when finished. This feeling made me feel weak and vulnerable and that brewed hatred inside of me. I felt a small twinge of regret at exploiting her feelings but at the end of the day I had to find a way back home. Even if that way was holding a knife to Twilight’s throat. I no longer held the desire to kill the fuckers that did this to me but I wanted them to suffer.

“Hi, D.” Fleetfoot greeted, nuzzling me affectionately as I smiled. The mare kissed me sweetly on the cheek, blushing as she retreated slightly. Fleetfoot was a stunning mare by pony standards. Her cyan blue coat gleamed brightly, showing hours of careful grooming and preening. Her mane was long and spiked; despite her shy attitude she was a tomboy at heart. Her mane was a mixture of white and sky blue, the two colours blending to give her hair a glow that always caught my eye.
D was the nickname that they had given me. To this day I had no idea what it stood for but hey, a name was better than no name. Now was the time to strike I thought, twisting my imaginary evil moustache. Steeping forward I beckoned for Fleetfoot to come in closer. The mare did so albeit hesitantly, as I leaned forward, my lips gently catching hers as my hand slipped under her costume. I caressed her spongy breasts, the sheer size of them making the job a slight challenge as Fleetfoot moaned. Violent shivers wracked her frame as I experimentally prodded her mouth with my tongue. Soon her tongue greeted mine with more enthusiasm that I had for the kiss only hopping to further our fake relationship.

“So my dear, how about we go out for lunch?” I whispered in her ear smirking as she eagerly agreed, playing into my hands as I manipulated her for my own gain.

“This is a nice place.” I commented looking around the well-lit area as mares sent me interested glances. I felt relieved that Spitfire had allowed me to shower. In fact she had even given me some new threads. Compared to my old set which were grimy and reeked, these might as well of been designer clothes, despite their simplistic appearance. Fleetfoot sighed, her chin resting on her hands as she looked at me her eyes half-lidded as her wings fluttered about uncomfortably. I, however, whilst I wore a kind smile, had a dislike for her and her teammates. She was perfectly nice and friendly but she also didn’t mind using me and letting me be used by the others.

“Hey there handsome, wouldn't you rather come sit with us?” The two mares that had spoken held a look of superiority over their faces, glaring at Fleetfoot.

“Yeah, we would be much more fun than that trashy little whore.” One giggled as Fleetfoot whimpered.

“Sorry ladies, but I have no time for trash. So if you wouldn’t mind, I would like to enjoy my lunch with my marefriend.” I finished gaining startled gasps from all the occupants. The mares retreated, snarling at me as I turned to Fleetfoot yelping as her lips slammed into mine.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me.” she whispered a tear trickling down her check as I gently rubbed it away.

“Hey what can I say, I am a nice guy.” I laughed gaining a chuckle from her.

“STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM!” A voice shouted my body freezing as I remembered why I was hesitant about coming here. ‘You fucking idiot, you are a wanted man.’ I mentally screamed as I leapt to my feet, tearing off in the opposite direction as Fleetfoot followed.
“HALT!” the mare roared as I ran, Fleetfoot grabbing me as she took off.

‘Well, fuck.’ I mentally grumbled.

"D, what is going on?" Fleetfoot shouted as we left civilization behind us.

"Look, its a complicated story, suffice to say I am kind of wanted by The Crown. I was intended to be their mate originally, but I escaped." I finished as Fleetfoot froze, her eyes fearful as her lip quivered.

"D, that makes me a traitor." She whispered shaking with fear as I awkwardly patted her on the arm.

"Hey, fuck 'em, in fact I was trying to escape you lot originally." I laughed as she paused.

"What, why?" she whispered as I stopped the hurt in her voice evident as I winced.

"Fleetfoot, its nothing personal but I don't belong here. I don't want to be a pet only used for pleasing mares." I finished as she silently flew, her body shaking as I cringed.

"I never saw you as a pet." She whispered as I nodded.

"I know." I sighed as we landed.

"GET THEM!" A voice roared as we yelped, instantly thick ropes were thrown over us as we tried to break free.

"Well done, Captain Spitfire, the Wonderbolts will be aptly rewarded." A voice spoke my pupils dilating in fear as the form of Celestia came into view.

"Miss me?" she hissed.

Author's Note

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