The mare who could not get raped
The mare who could not get raped
The mare who could not be raped
The moonlight shone through the window on a sleeping gray unicorn colt with yellow mane, his computer was humming from his desk; downloading emergency porn. Arson had to get up early for his breakfast shift at The Burger Barn; a shift he had acquired for being the fastest burger flipping unicorn this side of Haystackholm. As he slept in his friend Sunshine Crisp's kitchen—on a bed crammed in there with his desk and computer—he was awakened by the sound of keys fighting to fit into the front door.
From his pillow Arson could see into the living room as an unstable pegasus flew in; hitting his hooves on the wooden floor with every other wing flap. Crisp's apartment had little to no furniture aside from a worn couch and a table with three chairs; two of which were broken and looked unsafe to sit on.
"No no he won't wake up," the drunk pegasus said as a young mare followed him into the room "he probably fell asleep clopping to human porn."
"Human porn?" The mare said and carefully walked over to the couch.
"Yeah, I know disgusting right?" Crisp said as he landed next to her. "What you want to drink?"
"What you got?" The mare asked leaning away from Crisp's drunken breath.
"Well, we don't have any berry punch to match your cutiemark," Crisp said and laughed as he got up from the couch and wobbled towards the kitchen where Arson pretended to be sleeping "but we do have beer and lots of it."
"Do you at least have some cider?" The mare asked.
"Only beer," Crisp replied with his head in the fridge "get in here and pick out what kind of beer you want."
Arson carefully opened his eyes slightly to see the silhouette of a mare coming towards him. He had pulled the covers over his mouth so he would not give himself away with his wide grin.
The reason why the apartment was so dark was because Crisp claimed that most of the lamp outlets were broken and could not be fixed. The only light source they had was from the one lamp in the hall and the one in the fridge when Crisp would get himself another beer. This by itself gave them plenty of light.
"They're all the same," the mare said as she shuffled through the fridge "all you have is Derpybrew; there's like twenty of them in here."
"Yeah, they're pretty good." Crisp said before tilting his beer can towards the ceiling. "Oh and by the way, the colt sleeping next to the sink is my roommate Arson."
"Oh, I didn't see him there." The mare said as her eyes found the edge of his bed sticking out from behind the sink.
"Yeah he gets that a lot!" Crisp replied and began laughing at his own joke.
"He sleeps in the kitchen?" Berry Punch asked as she walked on soft hooves to get a closer look of the sleeping colt.
"Sure does," Crisp replied with no intention of adjusting the volume of his voice "boring shit said he didn't want to get hung over and puke in the freezer of the burger place, again."
Arson fought the urge to jump up and scare the mare as she pulled the covers from his mouth to get a better look at his face.
“He’s kinda cute.” Arson used his full concentration not to give himself away by looking perfectly peaceful and not move a single muscle in his face.
The thought of pulling her into bed also crossed his mind; he would mumble something like “I love you too Pancake,” while still pretending to be asleep. He did not get the chance to consider it though, because she was already on her way out of the kitchen and Crisp flying behind her with all the Derpybrew he could carry in one go.
Arson listened to their meaningless conversations from his bed as the night went on. He nearly fell asleep hearing Crisp spout some conceited bullshit.
“Reality is almost always wrong.” and “...there's no 'I' in 'team'. There is a ‘me’, though, if the letters change places and you know? You want another beer?”
Lines he probably picked up from watching Horse M.D. or Bucking Bad; and was now using out of context in a drunken slur.
Then the mare said something that woke Arson up.
“Is there no lock on the bathroom door? You have to promise not to open it!”
What kind of perverts did she take us for? Besides, she didn’t make me promise anything. Arson thought as he allowed himself to let some of that choked laughter out.
As she came out, Crisp said something similar to what Arson was thinking. “If I wanted to rape you, I wouldn’t wait for you to go to the toilet so I could peep on you; you do realize this?”
“I don’t understand mares who get raped,” the mare said as she made her way back to the couch “it’s usually their own fault for following the wrong colt home or walking alone at night. I could never get raped.”
Both Crisp and Arson were dumbfounded by the mare's statement. Arson did not know if that sentence was just outstandingly dumb or maybe it was an invitation for the two of them.
One would not want to ruin the mood by asking if it was alright for them to rape her; if there was a chance of her being into that kind of thing.
"Oh, and what would you do if I raped right here and now?" Crisp said jokingly but with a sharp look in his eyes as he put his hoof on her thigh and moved closer.
"No but realy," the mare said with a chuckle and puched him of lightly "I do feel safer, knowing your friend is sleeping in the kitchen; if you try anything."
"Yes of course, my friend who is sleeping in my kitchen." Crisp said, emphasizing some of the words. "Because there is no way he would take my side in this."
Her hooves tighten the grip of the half empty can of Derpybrew as her eyes wandered to the pony in the bed across the room.
"Maybe this is our system," Crisp continued with a taunting voice "I lure innocent mares to our appartment and he's my backup if they try to get away."
"Yeah, whatever." The mare could feel her throat dry up; so she tried to finish her Derpybrew. "Think I'm gonna leave."
"No you're not," Crisp said with a light tone as he hugged her with his wing "you're gonna stay here and get raped, remember?"
"No, I'm leaving!" She pushed him off and he fell to the floor laughing.
As she hurried to the hall and reached for the door; she heard the lock turn on its own, locking the door.
After a few attempts to force the door open, she turned around. Standing in the middle of the room was a pony with a glowing horn and a wide grin on his face.
"It's dangerous to follow the wrong colt home at night, you know?" The unicorn pinned Berry Punch against the door as he got closer.
"Please, I didn't." She stuttered as the unicorn got up on his hind legs to meet her eyes. "I'll scream."
He swiftly pressed his hoof against her throat and was so close enough to her face to breath into her gasping mouth.
"Try it," he whispered into her ear "we'll let you go if you manage to call for help."
Arson was the only one sober enough to smell the sweat and alcohol that had overtaken the scent of her strawberry fragranced perfume. He felt her slightly moist coat as he traced his hoof from her chest to her waist, pressing tighter on her throat.
Arson removed his hoof and pressed his lips against hers as she was at her limit of gasping for air. He tried to reach as far down with his tongue as he could with her coughing to catch a breath.
She had tears flowing from her eyes as the unicorn licked the inside of her mouth and she was coughing into his. He pulled away and she was able to catch a few breaths before a gag was placed over her mouth.
Arson grabbed her hoof guided it towards himself. She looked away but could feel something hard and wide. She hoped it felt bigger than it was as he made her follow its length from bottom to tip.
"Look what you've done now," he licked a salty tear from her cheek and held up her chin with his hoof "but don't worry; there will still be plenty of screaming tonight."
Berry was breathing heavily from her nose with closed eyes before the unicorn released her and she fell to the floor.
Arson turned to the living room; the mare was coughing and sobbing when he grabbed her by the mane with magic and dragged her on the floor. The pain made her give out a muffled shriek as she was pulled up on the couch; where Crisp had gotten himself started.
The mare looked up with her head in Crisp's lap; he was barely awake as he stroked her mane. More tears ran from her face to the coat of the drunken ponies legs as she thought this would never happen to her.
It was not easy for Crisp to find her mouth, being drunk. But when Arson ripped the gag off her; the drunken pony followed the noise she made and reached her resisting lips.
Arson placed his hoof on the back of her head and pushed it down to the base and held it there for a while. This woke Crisp up a bit and he used his own hoof to stear her head.
Berry felt her tail being pressed against her lower back. "This is something Cloud Swallower taught me." Arson's horn began sparking as he got closer to her. He ignored her muffled plead for him to stop as he slowly went inside her. She squeaked with every spark and Arson —having his cheek against her inner thigh— could feel a warm liquid flowing down her legs.
With a final jolt Arson pulled out, stood on his back legs and grabbed the mare's hips. He measured his erection against her belly and felt it reaching past her navel. "There is no way."
In one motion the colt pulled back and thrust into her as he pushed her head down and she screamed into the base of Crisp. She cried like filly as the laughing colt pushed himself harder and faster into her. She didn't hear when he asked if he should come inside of out; but it was unlikely to make any difference.
The unicorn grabbed her tail, pressed her down but with a few hard last thrusts she felt warmth filling her insides. He pulled out, dragged her by the mane and shot the second half of the load down her throat. He held her there until the throbbing stopped and he figured his friend had passed out somewhere during the process.
"I guess you could get raped after all." Arson said as he walked back into the kitchen and let the crying mare fall to the ground.
