Shattered Memories ( Picking up the Pieces)

by Distorted Flare

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Wonderbolts, Human, Spitfire, Main 6, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Romance
Length: 12561

no memory, starved, exhausted, spent the last two weeks in a hellish forest now trapped in a land ruled by megalomaniac, rapist mares that view stallions as lesser being. Maybe the Forrest wasn't so bad after all.

When they captured me, they thought I would break, that like their stallions I was weak and obedient.

Now stuck in Canterlot—the capital of the pony empire—I will face racism, sexism, and xenophobia. But worst of all, I will face mares with a lust unmatched and not afraid to take what they want by force.

Published 2013-02-16 09:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-03 06:38:42 UTC

Enter the Princesses

Author's Note

This is chapter one of a few terrible stories that was written when my English was at its worse. Truly how this shit got approved never mind liked is a miracle in itself.

Enter the Princesses

This has been proof read

WELCOME TO PONYVILLE

Two weeks ago I would have laughed at a sign. The childish name was more suited for a cartoon than an actual town name. But this wasn't a laughing matter, I was hungry, tired, scared and most of all confused. The sign filled me with a sense of happiness and relief, two emotions that had been severely lacking. Two weeks of hell was all I could call it, the forest I had derived from had tested both my mental and physical limit and had left me near the brink of death more times than I could count. The creatures in there were wrong; their forms warped and twisted. Some were not even organic. The monstrous creatures, beasts straight from the inner circles of hell had left me with more than my fair share of scars. But I was happy; I had survived with not only my life but also my humanity. Not even the evils of the forest had been able to corrupt me like many I had encountered.

The forest, despite its lush and beautiful appearance, held a hidden evil that ensnared all that were brave or foolish enough to cross its path. I was neither of these, just an unfortunate soul torn from the safety of his home and thrown into the twisted hell. Maybe it was Fate, maybe it was Karma finally punishing me for my life of sin. Maybe it was none of this, maybe I had lead a gluttonous lifestyle that had caused me to suffer like this. I was not a religious man or was I? I didn't know, but after what I experienced maybe this was God’s way of punishing me for a crime I had no memory of.

The concept of being punished for human traits seemed idiotic and superstitious bullshit, but after a fortnight of little food, sleep and zero comforts I was open to ideas. The crunch of my feet on the hard ground and the light sting of shark rocks, were constant reminder to my pitiful state. Malnourished and suffering from severe exhaustion, I found myself battling the urge to lie down and give up, despite me being so close.

‘Maybe if I can just reach a house or a person I can get help.’ The simple task of thought seemed to drain me of energy. My body sluggishly shuffling forward as my feet dragged against the hard ground. Droplets of warm blood oozed down my feet, the jagged stones slicing though my heels and toes with ease. My body struggling to register pain, I groaned, my voice cracking as a guttural squeak was all that sounded. I couldn’t help but grin, grimacing as my lips cracked wide open. A fresh torrent of blood helped to moisturise my lips, if only slightly, as I turned to face my foe. The forest even with all its power had a fatal flaw; lack of mobility, and this was the key in my victory. Lifting my hand I extended my middle finger to the monster masquerading as a forest. The braches thrashed around violently in the wind as if aware of my gestural insult. Even with all its power and rage the forest could do little more than watch my shrinking form. I laughed, realising that I had given a forest a conscious, and a malicious one and that.

My previous life before here, well, asking me to tell you would be like asking me to raise the sun and moon. I remembered some parts.I was born in a place called Scotland, I was 26 and that I had skills that suggested that I had been in combat. Sadly names, faces, family; all that remained of them were brief flashbacks. Even then the scenes were blurred and left my head throbbing. It was funny, setting traps, ambushing threats and thinking on my feet seemed to come natural yet I was unable to remember my own name.

A pathetically small amount of information on my person but it was all I had to work with. Trying to survive had made it hard to find time to philosophise about who I might have been in my previous life. For that was what it was, a previous life. I was no longer the person I was, or maybe I was. Either way this was the time and place I cared about now.

But even then nothing was simple, my dreams haunted me with flashes of terrible scenes some which seemed painfully familiar. Maybe my dreams were the key to unlocking important parts of my memory, but that was low on my priority list. Coughing, I gagged as I spat out an unpleasant mixture of blood and gunk. Retching on the ground, I was sadly reduced to a pathetic crawl as I tried to reach a safe house of some kind. I paused, panting as my lower half started to fail, pinning the responsibility of movement on my arms.

“Well, what do we have here?” A snide voice spoke, my eyes darting up as I momentarily froze. The sun blocked much of my view but what I saw was clear as day. A strange humanoid creature stood in front of me, its arms on its hips as it’s body posture suggested that it was glaring at me. I tried to speak; releasing a short string of croaks and groans as the creature snorted in what I assumed was disgust.

“Typical, my Mummy always said that apart from Daddy most stallions were pathetic.” She laughed; a shrill sound that tore at my skull as I groaned in pain. Flashes hit me as the words played back in my mind ‘Pathetic, you are a disgrace.’ The small episode ended as soon as it had started leaving me dazed.

“Uh.” The creature huffed, irate by my lack of speech, her foot connecting smartly with my stomach as I cursed.

“You're an ugly little freak, but you could fetch a good price if I sold you.” Her words leaving a growing dread. Too weak to fight had all my struggling been for naught? Was I to come so far only to be taken as a slave?

“HEY, Y’ALL LEAVE HIM ALONE!” A young southern accent sounded, the pounding of footsteps coming from my right. The monster girl growled as she moved out of my line of sight. The simple kick to the stomach had drained all my reserves, leaving me in a nasty way as I faded in and out of consciousness.

“It’s alright, we’re gonna get you some help.” The same voice spoke her gentle tone assuring as her companions gently pulled me up.

“Thank you.” I whispered, rasping, blood and drool trickling down my mouth as I blacked out.

‘This feeling, it’s amazing,’ was the first coherent thought that came to mind. My sleep incrusted eyes slowly peel themselves open as I groan. A small “Eep” sounded out as a white blur shot up from under the blanket.

“The fuck?” I croak as I tried to back away, falling out of the bed as I scrambled away. The creature in front of me partially resembled a human; her lithe, hourglass form stunning as well as her bountiful assets. Her face, whilst not human, was by no means ugly; the features alien and quite attractive. On the tip of her forehead lay a long horn that matched her white fur as her purple locks partially hid the base of her horn. Her dress, like her coat, was a glistening white more suited for a ballroom than the bland room we resided in.

Still nervous, I cautiously watched her as she approached, her gentle blue eyes meeting mine as we simply observed each other. Her muzzle twisted into a predatory grin, eyes batting at me as she seductively as she swayed her hips.
“Sorry to scare you dear, let me introduce myself: my name is Rarity.” Holding out her hand she watched with keen eyes as I hesitantly stretched my arm forward.

“Eh, I’m not actually sure what my name is.” I chuckled awkwardly, the handshake rapidly becoming uncomfortable. Saving face, I redrew my hand, her alien appearance unnerving as I coughed, snapping the woman out of her trance.

“Now darling, tell me how did a cute little number like you avoid detection from a herd for so long?” she giggled batting her eyes flirtatiously as my eyes snapped wide open. I stuttered and mumbled as her crystal laugh ringing out at my fumbling.

“Come now darling, no need to be shy, I won’t bite. Much.” She giggled her hands gently caressing my chest as I tried to back away. The pupils of her eyes dilated as her hand tightened around mine. The action lasted seconds but for me it felt like an eternity, only now could I see the white substance that coated her muzzle. I felt nausea strike as I realised what it was she had been seeing to my lower half whilst I was asleep. Her fingers traced the countless scars on my body, slowly making their way down to my waist as I shivered. Her sharp nails slide across my privates as I sharply inhale.

“RARITY!” A voice cries from downstairs, the white mare freezing as she grumbles, her hands retreating as I exhale. Smirking she turned so that her rear is positioned in front of my face.

“We will continue this later.” She whispered leaving the room as I leapt to my feet racing over to the window I grunted as I tore the heavy frame open.

Crash.

I winced as my body impacted with the bush, the cushioning leaves sparing my body the complication of shattered bones. Everywhere I looked there were ponies going about their day as I cringed at my stupidity. What had been wrong with the white one? She hadn't even got my name and she had already blown me. Lost in my own foolish musing I missed the startled gasps and the abrupt silence.

“Is that a stallion?” A voice whispered, slapping me out of my thoughts as I cringed. Hundreds of eyes now resided on me, their gazes were of shock and, disturbingly, want as I tried to make myself scarce.

“It is a stallion.”

“He’s cute. A little strange though, is he a hybrid?”

“Oh, I wonder if he is big where it counts.”

“Who cares? He is a male, this heat was killing me.”

“Hey, I want to go first!”

The repulsive way they spoke of me like I was some common street whore made me sneer. Sadly my morals would have to wait as my legs had already made up their mind. My body was propelled in the opposite direction, my legs speedy blurs as the screams of protest sounded behind me. The roar of footsteps spurred me faster as the fan-like screams sounded behind me. Dozens of the ponies now chased me, the act of survival whittled down to a game of hard to get by their standards, as I screamed for help. This seemed to only make them more determined, as I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Their hands clawed at my just out of reach form like rabid animals, their jeers and remarks repulsive.

“Come on big colt, I can make your day.” A sultry voice yelled as other catcalls sounded. Gravity, as I discovered, was a bit of dick: it’s unforgiving might striking when I desperately needed momentum on my side. As I tried to jump over a fence a small, insignificant stone proved to be my downfall. Tripping, I screamed in an unmanly way, to my disappointment, as floor quickly greeted me.

“GET HIM.” A voice roared as the horde descended.

“STOP!” A voice cried, the ponies freezing as they slowly backed off away from a lavender pony walking forward her eyes alight with fury as the others slinked away.

“HOW DARE YOU, HOW DARE YOU ATTACK THIS CREATURE, HOW DARE YOU ACT LIKE MINDLESS SAVAGES AND TRY TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF A SICK BEING !” She roared standing by my side as I sighed in relief. I send every positive emotion I could towards my saviour hoping that she could feel a fraction of the gratitude I currently felt. The mares were quick to retreat, even their lust wasn't strong enough to try and confront the enraged mare.
Turning, her features softened as she gently hoisted me up, holding me securely in her arms as I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“Sleep now.” She whispered, my mind suddenly blurry as I felt compelled to do as she said. ‘I could use a nap…’ I mentally droned, yawning as I snuggled into her arms, asleep before I could contemplate why I was suddenly tired.

“Rarity, you nearly lost us Princess Celestia and Princess Luna’s mate!” A voice hissed, my mind not understanding half the conversation as I wisely stayed quiet.

“ I'm sorry dear, but stallions are so rare and from what you told me, you summoned a stallion that would sate the princesses. I just wanted to try.” Rarity finished laughing as the other grumbled.

“As I said before; the Princesses can no longer deal with their heat and instructed us to find them a stallion worthy of sating them. I know that this month’s heat is difficult but unless Celestia gives us permission he belongs to them.” The mare finished, a flash of lavender alerting me to who it was as I shook my head. ‘I’ll be fucked if I become anyone’s fuck toy.’ I mentally spat, trying to crawl to my knees. I stumbled to my feet and yelped as I came face to face with the purple mare herself.

“Hi there" The mare piped up giving me a warm smile as I warily backed off. "My name is Twilight Sparkle, please don't threat you are in no danger here.” She finished, her hand gently patting my head as I sneered at her.

“I heard what you said, how can I be safe when I am to be your ruler’s fuck toy?!” I snarled as the mare squawked at my language, her disapproving glare only furthering my annoyance.

“Such crude language, I must say I am appalled.” Rarity spoke up, looking down her nose at me.

“I don't care where the fuck am I and what the hell gives you the right to critise my language when you plan to give me to your leaders as a slave,” I snapped!

“How dare you, you ruffian, why I ought to have you lashed for such disgusting language towards a lady.” She hissed stalking forward as the other mare stepped forward.

“Enough, Rarity.” She commanded, the white mare grumbling as she grudgingly retreated. Clearing her throat the purple mare spoke again.

“There is no cause for alarm, we simply summoned you here to help our leaders” Her professional tone irked me as I stopped. I decided that the least I could do is get some information on this place as I listened to her introduction. Twilight Sparkle, as I discovered, loved to talk and soon was filling me in on the history of Equestria. As she furthered her explanations I felt the cold chills of realization hit me as I discovered the gender roles in this place. Stallions were treated as slaves, hell, they were slaves. Mares could legally rape stallions due to their critically low numbers, and stallions could be bought and beaten. Christ, they were even denied the right to vote. The horrifying history lesson left me numb on the inside. Was this it? All that time devoted to trying to stay alive, and I would be rewarded by becoming a monarch’s sex pet?
With her lecture finished, my face was increasingly becoming greener. I tried to process the shitstorm of information without vomiting at the disgusting treatment of their men.

“This is sick!” I shouted, backing away as they gave each other worried glances.

“How can you condone this? I am to be a mere toy for these sluts you call princesses!” I roared, their faces turning white as I cocked my head in confusion.

“Quite a lively one, my Faithful Student.” A voice spoke, my body freezing as I slowly turned. What I was confronted by was not what I was expecting. Twilight had briefly described the races and types of ponies to me but even her description paled in comparison to an actual alicorn. Two of them stood not ten meters behind me, their height dwarfing even the other two mares as I felt my legs shake violently. One, a pastel white, wore a kind face, a bemused smile resting on it. Her hands crossed as her massive cleavage was pushed out by the posture. Her hair and tail were a mix of four vibrant colours that seemed to sway in a non-existent breeze. Her horn, far larger than a normal Unicorn’s, was serrated and looked more suited to goring than performing magic. Her wings were as magnificent as her hair, the giant appendages easily reaching four meters wide as they lay nestled at her side. Like her chest, her rear was nicely rounded and proportioned with a good layer of fat, giving it a thickness that would have most men drooling.

The second mare, on the other hand, whilst very similar to her sister in size and shape had a less than pleased expression. Her midnight blue coat reflected her hair as she glowered at me her hands clenching in frustration as I winced. ‘Next time I think I'll keep the insults to myself,’ I decided.

The two circled around me like sharks, examining my body as I inwardly cringed under their powerful stares. The white one was far more calming than her counterpart, her motherly gaze and gentle smile almost easing my worries. Both mares were easily around nine to ten feet tall. Their thighs and arms were slim by their standards, lightly toned but still attractive. An unnerving factor in the fact that I was to be their sex toy was that one of their thighs was about the same size as my torso. If they did go ahead with the rape they would most likely crush me.

“Hmm, a bit small.” The blue one stated poking me none too gently in the chest as I smacked her intruding hand away. ‘No shit.’ I deadpanned, looking at them incredulously as they continued to observe me.

“He has a strong character, though, and a strong spirit.” the white one tittered as her hand gently patted my head.

“Twilight, he is perfect. I thank you for finding him. I wish I could stay and hear your latest friendship reports, but I am short on time as it is.” She finished, hugging the smaller mare and nuzzling the tip of her head as Twilight sighed. I was terrified; this was it, I was now these bitches’ property. ‘The hell I am, if I am to be their slave then they will have to break me and that I will not allow.’ This thought kept my will strong as I tried to look fearless, staring down the angry blue mare as she met my glare.

“You will obey or we will break you.” She whispered, shocking me as the horrifying concept of telepathy came to mind. Did this mean that both of them could read my mind? This could make my plans harder than I thought. I stopped as an idea formed as I realised how to exploit this disadvantage.

Smirking, I showed my defiance by winking at her ‘Bring it on, slut,’ I mentally taunted. Her eyes widened as she clenched her fists in fury. I continued to annoy the blue alicorn, her face growing redder and redder as she tried not to attack me. Her eyes focused and I realised the sign. When her eyes unfocused it meant that she was trying to probe inside my head. I could use this.

“Come sister, we must leave and get our guest settled in.” Luna spat eyeing me as I smugly stood beside her sister. Maybe I was bringing it on myself, maybe taunting my so-called owner wasn't the smartest thing to do. If there was one thing I knew for certain it was that I wasn't going down without kicking and screaming first.

“This creature sure is a feisty one.” Celestia huffed, my limbs flailing as I kicked and cursed.

“STOP THY FOOLISHNESS AT ONCE!” Luna roared causing my ears to bleed as I redoubled my efforts

“FUCK YOU! THIS IS SLAVERY, YOU SLUTS! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” I roared as I lashed out wildly, smacking the blue bitch in the face as she snarled. As it turned out my body had immunity against spells. The more that were used on me, the weaker their affect. Celestia, despite my fit, had stayed surprisingly calm her eyes looking on with a hint of sadness as I glared at her.

“Please calm down, I know that you are scared and very upset but know that we need you. I understand this is against your will and I am deeply sorry but please understand that we need this.” She finished, only fuelling up my temper as I doubled my efforts.

“I don’t give two flying fucks, let me go you whore. You kidnapped me and are trying to rape me, asking nicely and adding please doesn’t change that!” I snapped as Celestia actually recoiled slightly. I realised at that point that I may have gone too far, her eyes narrowed as her hand darted out and struck me across the face, sending me flying. Grunting I crashed into a wall, my left eye swelling up as I cursed.

“Typical. Now you show your true colours.” I laughed as she looked on shocked her hands trembling as I gingerly rubbed my bleeding nose. Blood was smeared across my face as my hands did a poor job of removing the crimson liquid. Celestia nervously walked over, offering me a cloth as I snatched the rag from her hands. Once again her eyes narrowed as she tried to refrain from hitting me.

“Listen here, creature, whether you like it or not you are ours and you will do what we say or else.” she snapped as her
sister smirked

“Or else what?” I spat as an eerily calm look came over her.

“Or else you will spend the night with my guards and let me tell you something,” She whispered bending down as her breath tickled my ear.

“They have not been sated in years. I wonder what they would do to a young, handsome stallion like yourself?” she laughed. A moment of silence descended as we stared at each other, our eyes unmoving as I made my choice. Leaning my head back, I slammed it forward, connecting with her snout as she screamed in shock. Adding fuel to the fire I spat at her, striking her face as she screamed in rage. Her sister reached me first, her fist slamming into my gut as I coughed violently, forcing the air out of my lungs. Growling, Celestia called for the guards in the room to restrain me. Forcing me to my knees the white alicorn smirked as she got onto her knees. Thrusting her head forward her mouth slammed into mine, her tongue ramming itself down my throat as I gagged. Her hand violently grabbed my member as I winced.

“You will regret doing that.” she whispered as she nodded to the guards. The two mares in golden armour dragged me away as the two princesses watched with satisfaction. The guard on the left turned to her colleague, laughing as they looked at me.

“We should grab some of the night guards, I heard they are brutal in bed, especially to stallions.” she smirked. The two chuckled as I was thrown into a cell, both promising me that they would return in a few moments.

“Well, this is a bitch.” I sighed my head resting in my hands as I groaned in annoyance.

“Maybe the forest wasn't so bad after all.” I snorted knowing that the next few days would be rough.

Escape, Caught and Sold

“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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The princess of the night

The princess of the night

Chapter three

“Well, that went tits up.” I grumbled as Fleetfoot groaned, her head in her hands. The two of us were being contained in a cell until Celestia was ready to see us.

“Hey, listen, when Celestia comes, claim ignorance and I will see if I can get the blame on me.” I stated as Fleetfoot froze, her face a mixture of horror and confusion as she rushed forward.

“D, I could never leave you. If you suffer so do I,” She growled as I was taken aback by her random bout of assertiveness. I knew in my heart that I couldn't let her suffer, she was the only mare that had treated me with some level of respect. A guard marched past us, rolling her eyes as I flipped her off, after the eighth time the guard simply chose to ignore me. My rude gestures had even brought an occasional smirk to the stout mare’s face.

Fleetfoot nudged her head against me as she wrapped her lithe arms around me. Fleetfoot, despite her comforting gesture, was far more worried than I was. Her form shivering as I felt every vibration in her body. The mare once again came past smirking as she sneakily gave me the bird.

“Son of a bitch.” I muttered as she laughed, her tail swaying seductively as I growled.

“Look, we will be fine, but trust me when I act, okay?” I whispered as my hand clenched hers gently. The cyan mare looked at me with wide eyes as her expression showed clear signs of panic.

“Please, D, don’t do anything dangerous, I don’t want you to get hurt,” she harshly whispered as she held me tighter.

“Fleet, it’s either the risk of pain or being the personal fuck toy of two Alicorns.” I snapped as she shied away, hesitantly nodding as I kept a firm face. I would get us both out of here even if I had to kill. Winking to her, I bent over, screaming in agony as I fell to the ground wailing and rolling around as the guard appeared in an instant.

The guard was the same one that had flipped me off, a night guard as Fleet had informed me. This mare though had mismatched eyes which made it easy to identify as she fumbled with the keys. I had to admit that the mare, despite her position, was quite fun to play with. The guard’s mane was a pastel white, contrasting with her dark blue coat as she ran into the chamber.

Smirking, I froze as my fist lashed out, knocking the lantern out her hand as she shrieked in surprise. The lamp smashed against the hard ground, sadly igniting the straw littering the floor as I swore. Turning my fist slammed into the mare’s face, knocking her to the ground as my heel slammed into her jaw knocking her out.

“COME ON, WE’RE LEAVING!” I roared as Fleetfoot shakily followed me, rushing for the gate as I froze, turning to the now growing inferno. The mare was still out cold and would die either from carbon monoxide poisoning, or the flames of the fire. Groaning, I shouted to Fleetfoot, the two of us dragging the guard out as the other guards evacuated. The prison were empty as we dragged the heavy mare out the door.

“Goddamn, what a heavy bitch.” I grunted as the mare groaned. Roaring in frustration I wrenched the mare up, throwing her over my shoulder as I sprinted for the exit, the adrenaline and fear numbing the pain and weight as I tore through the doors.

“D, wait,” Fleetfoot shouted as she rushed to catch up. I ignored her continuing to run as we past guards and firefighters. I continued my brain foggy as memories tore through my mind.

“Jonathan, RUN!” A voice screamed as a gunshot rang, out a piercing scream filling the night air.

I was in a forest still running as memories flashed back and forth.

“We have two bodies, both have multiple bullet wounds, but only one survivor,” an officer spoke, looking at me as I held the blanket close to my shivering form.

“Son, we have some bad news,” the voice echoed around my head as I screamed, falling to my knees as the heavy mare fell off me. Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed, slamming my fist repeatedly into the ground as all the pain exploded outwards. I had nothing, tears fell as I collapsed against a tree, the bark scraping my back as I simply sat there.

“D...” Fleetfoot whispered, her wings wrapping around me as she held me close. I cried, matting her fur as I let all the grief out. We sat there for minutes, hours, I didn’t know. But the whole time she sat there, softly humming as she rocked me back and forth. I realised for the first time that I had nothing to go back to. Maybe I was better off here. An audible sob escaped my lips as I realised I was alone.

“D, look at me.” Fleet whispered her thumb gently rising my head as I looked at her. I winced as her mouth captured mine, gently caressing me as didn’t resist. Her wings encased us as the outside world vanished. We broke apart, panting as we looked at each other, shock evident as we tried to make sense of what we did.

“John,” I whispered as Fleet froze, looking at me in confusion as I looked at her, a fire in my eyes. Standing, I pushed her wings off of me, my eyes narrowing as I looked at the unconscious guard.

“My name is John.” I spoke as I picked up the guard’s sword, approaching her as I prepared to cut her throat.

“D, John, NO!” Fleetfoot screamed as the blade flashed. Fleetfoot pushed me aside, the blade skidding across the leaf littered floor as I snarled at her.

“You stupid bitch, what the fuck!” I spat as she winced her eyes watering as I slapped her.

“You are fucking useless, take that slut and get the fuck away from me.” I hissed ignoring her sobs as she grabbed the guard, taking off as her form was soon hidden by the cover of night.

“Hmm, that was cruel,” a voice cooed as the familiar outline of Celestia appeared, her eyes dancing with mirth.

“She is innocent.” I stated, observing the night sky as Celestia stood beside me, her large form dwarfing mine as we stood in silence.

“You have caused me quite the bit of bother these last few weeks,” she chuckled, gaining a snort from me at her understatement.

“Well, I do hate to be a bother.” I dead panned as she rolled her eyes, amused at my quirks.

“Why do you hate us so much?” She questioned, wincing as I turned to her, hatred extruding from me.

“I was torn from my world, hunted, treated like dirt and now live in a world where, because of my sex, I m regarded as a lower being, not including the fact that being a different species also makes me a lower being in your precious pony eyes. Then you expect me to be your loyal fucktoy and have hunted me like an animal since I escaped. How could I not despise this race when it shows naught but flaws and prejudiced views? You yourself admitted that I was little more than stock to be used by you and your sister for satisfaction. Hell, I was sold and bought like merchandise then told by my owner that I could submit or I would be forced to. These last few weeks have been hell; I have been raped countless times and forced to please every damn mare that gets an itch, HOW CAN I NOT HATE YOU!?” I roared, my fist striking a tree as I snarled in rage.

I clutched my bleeding hand as I cursed, all the rage and pain exploding outwards as the alicorn wisely kept her mouth shut. I collapsed against a tree, tears stinging my eyes as all the grief, anger and frustration caused me to break down.

Slowly the mare crept forward. her eyes sad as she kneeled down beside me. A white wing wrapped around my body pulling me to the mare as I struggled, my eyes widening as her hands wrapped around me. She hugged me, nuzzling my face as her hands held me close. The pain caused me to collapse, sobbing openly in her arms as she held me. A mare who mere moments ago had been my sworn enemy and the bane of my existence was now comforting me.

“Let me see your pain,” she whispered her hand gently resting on my forehead as her eyes glazed over. I cried out in pain as memories assaulted my mind. Scenes, people, places and events flooded my mind, none making any sense as I tried to block them out. The pain, the unbearable pain attacked every nerve in my body, stabbing and burning every muscle as I spasmed on the ground.

“I- I had no idea. No stallion has ever complained about the gender roles. I merely assumed that you were being stubborn.”

Snarling, I pushed her away from me, my eyes narrowing as I backed away.

“Well, if you want to make it up to me, send me back,” I spoke, looking at her with the deepest loathing as she tensed, her teeth clenching as she snorted.

“I can’t, my student used a displacement spell; it’s one way. I can see if there is an alternate solution,” she explained, her eyes showing her annoyance at having to explain herself to a ‘lower being’.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING USELESS WHORE!” I roared, lashing out as my fist slammed into her nose. Her size, magic and strength quickly saw my downfall as I collapsed. I soon found myself beaten and bleeding heavily on the ground as the white mare grabbed me by the throat, her body glowing a brilliant white as I shielded my eyes.

POP

“Where the fuck?” I stuttered as I found myself on a pristine, tiled floor. Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I looked around, wincing as the brightness of the light assaulted my eyes. The fresh scent of lavender was pungent, and my eyes were drawn to a large tub with steam lazily rising from it. The warm glow of a fire place extruded the alicorn’s wealth and status as the gilded wallpaper glittered in the firelight. Seeing no sign of the white harlot, my eyes once again were drawn to the alluring, warm bath, my body aching as I longed just to strip and slip into the tub. Exhaustion in the end won out as I quickly stripped off my clothes.

My body tensed momentarily as it met the hot water, my muscles were not used to the comfort as I winced. Quickly though my body relaxed, melting as I felt the pain and weariness slip away. Sadly the tub was slippery and I realised that this bath was designed for nearly ten foot alicorns, so I yelped as I went under. Scrabbling to the edge, I perched myself on the large side cursing silently as I regained my breath.

“Enjoying your dip?” A voice cooed as I swivelled on the spot, blushing as Princess Luna entered. My hands shot down to my waist, hiding my privates as she giggled.

“G-get the fuck out.” I stammered as she smirked. Strutting forward, she somehow retained the alluring sway in her hips as I felt myself harden. Invading my privacy as her muzzle came within millimetres of my chest.

“You know that whilst you were summoned to be our ideal mate, I find myself disappointed,” she smirked, looking at my lower parts as I blushed furiously. Turning I tried to hide the red tinge that spread across my cheek.

“In fact, I am even starting to think that Twilight Sparkle messed the spell up. We asked for her to summon us a great stallion; strong, powerful and good in bed, but instead we got you,” she hissed. I felt like I had been slapped, her demeaning verbal beatdown shattering any retort as I grimaced.

“I’ll show you strong, you son of a bitch.” I spat, lashing out as I punched her in the gut. Grunting, Luna slapped me, effortlessly sending me tumbling to the floor as she climbed on me, pinning me as I snarled at her.

“Maybe my sister didn’t beat you hard enough,” she smirked as she grinded on top of me, laughing as I moaned gently.

“Hmm, you have potential, but we need to make you slightly bigger,” she whispered a her horn glowed a dark blue. A strange tingling coursed through my body as I felt an increase in weight around my mid waist.

“WHAT THE FUCK? STOP THAT!” I swore, blushing furiously as Luna whistled.

“Damn, I was only aiming to add a couple of inches, not a mile,” she laughed as she tossed her towel aside. I was momentarily stunned as I took in the mare’s beauty. I felt saddened that her personality couldn’t match her physical features.

“Am I not the most beautiful mare in Equestria?” she cooed as I my eyes met hers.

“Your body is flawless, that I will admit, but you seriously need a paper bag for that personality of yours,” I quipped as she laughed, unaffected, as she rose, her rear hovering over me as I squirmed, uncomfortable with what was about to happen.

Despite all the mares in the Wonderbolt Academy, I had only been laid about nineteen times. It may have sounded like a lot but considering that there were about a hundred and fifty mares there, that was a blessing in disguise. With a grunt she lowered herself, smirking as my increased girth stretched her virgin walls.

“Be gentle,” she whispered as I sneered.

“Of course Princess, how’s THIS”? I growled, slamming into her as she cried out in pain. The mare’s cries brought me meagre enjoyment, as I utilized my new member to its full.

Sadly her cries altered to moans as her hands clamped around my waist, lifting herself before slamming down, causing me discomfort as I tried not to wince every time the meaty whack sounded out. She panted and groaned with contentment, going so far as to vocalize her pleasure.

“Harder, please, oh mother, you are so big.” Her dirty talk was cringeworthy and I swear I actually felt myself lose some of my hardness. Her sex clamped down on me with a vice-like grip that made my eyes cross as her tightness hugged my member.

Deciding that I was sick of being the bitch here, I strained, bucking the mare off of me as I quickly took control. My arms grabbed her wide hips, the girth and firmness of them showing that she had a motherly figure.

Assuming a doggy style I ruthlessly pounded into her. Her rear, a beautiful mixture of fat and muscle, jiggled wildly, bouncing into me as I slammed into her. Not one to be bottom dog, Luna reared up, her body weight forcing me onto my back as we ended up in reverse cowgirl. My waist was now snugly fit between her gelatinous thighs, her soft feathers tickling my chest as I buried my head into the nape of her neck.

Luna gasped and convulsed underneath me as I plunged into her warm depths, her tight, fiery insides squeezing my length whilst I watched her rear ripple with every thrust. Luna’s body started to quiver, signalling her first orgasm. She squealed as I brought her to orgasm, ramming into me as I grimace in pain. Her face was flustered, blushing rosily as her tongue just hung out her mouth, it mattered little to me that she enjoyed herself, only glad that I showed her up. Grasping her hips for leverage, I grinned as she cried out in confusion.

“What are you doing? I’m satisfied,” she squawked as I smirked.

“I’m not,” I hissed, slamming into her as she squeaked, her body shaking as I gave a final push, groaning as I finally hit my peak. I released all I have, coating her walls with strands of cum as she collapsed, her body resting on mine as we lay joined. Her body, having shifted itself, now lay with her chest smothering my face. A content smile is all I received as I lay there, hoping that she would move.

Twenty minutes later.

I now lay on a colossal sized bed, a fresh pair of clothes now adorning my body as the mare who’s virginity I had claimed lay next to me.

“For a runt, you were adequate for my first time,” Luna admitted, her body curled to me as her head rested on top of mine. I noticed to my gleeful delight that the moron had left her crown atop of nightstand; it’s jagged, blade-like tip perfect for piercing and/or slitting a vulnerable throat. I grunted and groaned as I slowly maneuvered, my body creeping closer to the target as the mare shifted. Her arms possessively hugged me, horn glowing a dark hue as she looked through papers of God knows what.

‘Seriously though, who the fuck looks though paper after sex, especially if it’s their first time?’ Was all I could think. I had admittedly been suspicious of their claims of being virgins; the thought of two lust-driven creatures going thousands of years without sex was ludicrous to my mind.

If I was trapped here for the rest of my life with no humans, even I wouldn’t be able to go without sex. At the end of the day, whilst I held a hatred for these creatures, I didn’t hate them because of their species. When it came to open mindedness, I never judged a creature because of their race. The fact that they were sexist, whilst it rubbed me up the wrong way, still wasn’t enough for my contempt, not even the rape.

No, it was the slavery and punishment that truly disgusted me. These beasts beat and raped me, then punished me when I retaliated. It was akin to the slavery of the blacks in America back in the early 19th century.

Granted, I had always had a slight fetish for larger woman. Call me a freak but the mares filled that role and their bodies didn’t hurt either. But still they were monsters and even though I loved animals, these bitches had to be put down. My hand tightened around the regal headdress. Without a second hesitation, I swung forwards the tip pointing for the Princess’s throat as she gasped, noticing my action.

Splat

Luna screamed in pain as I stabbed, the makeshift blade missing her throat, instead hitting her shoulder. Blood oozed from her wound as she threw me off the bed, screaming in rage as she lunged at me. Her hands aimed to tear me in half as I clumsily dodged, tearing for the door as she collapsed, the pain affecting her as she clutched her wound.

The corridors were a blur as guards rushed to the scene, their cries of horror audible as I heard the sound of high heels.

“LUNA!” A voice screamed, bursting my ear drums as I whimpered, sound now distorted as I stumbled slightly.

“KILL HIM!” Celestia roared, her rage immense as I felt the heat of her words, but that only spurred me along as I feared for my life. The sound of my pounding heart was only matched by the guard’s armoured boots as they roared their outrage. Snarling, my fist slammed into the throat of one of the guards as she yelped, falling to the floor as she retched.

The second was far luckier as I delivered a swift blow to the head. Luckily the guard hadn’t had the sense to adorn a helmet, resulting in her falling to the floor unconscious.

I laughed as the guards behind me tripped over the two guards throwing the whole place in chaos as guards stumbled about tripping over one another. Now in the clear I threw open a pair of doors, stopping dead as I realised that it was the bitch’s throne room.

CRACK

I cried out in pain as I was sent flying landing on the cold floor as the enraged form of Celestia materialised.

“YOU MOTHERBUCKER!” She hissed as her petite hand easily crushed my throat, causing me to gag as I clawed uselessly at her hand. Snarling, the enraged princess threw me against a large window, cracking it. I groaned, shards of glass now imbedded in my arm. Shakily, I rose to my feet, pain lancing through my whole body as I wobbled.

“I should kill you now for what you did, but I think a traditional old hanging will suffice!” She spat as I wheezed, my breath gone as I tried to breathe. Throwing me against a wall, she turned her back on me, pacing back and forth as she waited for guards to appear. Growling, I grabbed at my injured hand slowly pulling a glass shard out as a plan formed.

“Hey slut, is your bitch of a sister still alive or did I kill her?” I wheezed, getting the desired result as she turned, her eyes alight as she snarled at me.

“Stupid bitch didn’t even see what hit her, I hope it hurt.” I spat as she growled storming over to me as she grabbed me by the front of my t-shirt. Pulling me to eye level I smirked as she looked at me in confusion.

“Sucker!” I rasped as I plunged the shard forward.

SPLAT

Celestia’s scream echoed around the whole castle as I looked at my handiwork. The shard had pierced her right eye, most likely rendering her blind in that eye as she flailed about, screaming in pain and rage as guards streamed in.

Seeing no other option I looked at the cracked window that Celestia had thrown me against. Tearing forward, I ignored the cries of the enraged guards as I smashed through the window. The sensation of weightlessness hit me as I feel realising that I was going to die I smiled at ease as my body fell like a rock.

My body slammed into a river as I lost consciousness, my body being thrown about like a ragdoll as I knew no more.

The gentle sound of water running was the first thing that my ears detected as I groaned. My body shivered as my soaked body lowered my body temperature to a lethal level. I tried to move my body, but I was too numb as I lay there hot tears pricking my eyes as I convulsed in pain. My hands and feet were frozen a unhealthy blue and I feared frostbite. So this was it, how I died. I couldn't stop the salty tears that streamed down my face, the fear of death looming over me as I openly sobbed.

“Ma’am, I found something,” a voice spoke as I weakly looked up, my eyes blurred as I felt unconsciousness loom over me.

“Hmm, interesting, bring it back to HQ,” a feminine voice ordered as I blacked out.

Celestia POV

“Your Highness, the griffons have seized the creature,” a guard spoke hesitantly, nervously looking at my bandaged eye as I hissed, my hands clenching as I dismissed her.

“Don’t think that you are safe, you little bastard.” I snarled, looking forward to strangling the little freak when I next laid eye on him. I was saddened to hear that my eye was beyond repair, but that mattered little to me. My sister despite her wound was in no danger and would make a complete recovery. I was told to rest, but rage made that notion impossible as I paced. The freak had destroyed my eye, humiliated my guards, injured my sister and was now on the loose.

“Dark Heart,” I spat as a dark unicorn appeared, bowing she looked at me waiting for her orders as I smiled.

“I want him.” I spat as she nodded, grinning as she vanished, leaving me to my thoughts as I looked at the dark sky.

“I will have my vengeance.” I spat.

Author's Note

Has now been proof read.