Fantasy Horror

by Neon Czolgosz

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Dark
Length: 9989

Diamond Dogs take over Equestria, and have one thing on their mind: RAPE! Inspired by Bronystories!

WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS RAPE AND OTHER HORRIBLE AND TRIGGER-WARNING-WORTHY STUFF. IF YOU HATE THAT STUFF IN FICTION, READING IS NOT RECOMMENDED.

This is my warped attempt to out-Bronystories Bronystories for fun and no profit. If you can't get through Bronystories stories like Adventures of a Teenaged Foalsitter and Taming of the Screw, you probably won't get through this. If you didn't enjoy those stories, you probably won't enjoy this. This is A Boy and His Dog level shit, except without the artistic merit, done as a challenge to see if I can reach the heights of revulsion and rubbernecking and disgusted arousal that authors like BS can inspire.

I am so sorry everyone. For everything.

The Diamond Dogs take over Equestria! How? Who cares! What do they want? Submission. Failing that, RAPE!

Applejack screws up on the whole 'submission' thing, so they decide to try the second thing. Apple Bloom helps out! With guest appearances from Sweetie Belle and Rarity, with a twist at the end that makes the story greatly less disturbing, and then suddenly disturbing again but in a different way!

Prepare to plunge the depths of Fantasy Horror!

Editing by MrBadguy

Seriously, I'm sorry. Read this story before I inevitably delete it from shame.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-03 01:20:02 UTC

All In The Mind

You don’t say no to a dog.

That was the rule. There hadn’t been many rules since the Diamond Dogs took over Equestria, but that was the big one. From the pack alpha to the smallest runt, if a dog told you something, you jumped. If they wanted your rations, you gave them over. If they knocked on your door at midnight and wanted a burrow where your house was, you picked up a crowbar and got to work. If a dog started groping your sister in the middle of the market, you looked away and waited until he’d had his fill. If you said no, got in the way, or Celestia-forbid tried to resist, there were terrible consequences.

A dog, barely a pup, had asked Applejack to bring him a freshly-slaughtered pig. She had balked at the foul request, and chased him from her farm.

After a day of stomach-clenching fear, no dogs had returned to Sweet Apple Acres. Three days later, they had thought the runt had forgotten, or was too scared to do anything. Four days later, the Apple family started to calm down. Five days later, Apple Bloom was taken.

A stallion waited at the farm’s gate. He was a courier, delivering messages for the dogs so that he might feed his family. The ration scrip that the dogs handed out was pitiful; nothing more than a ticket to slow starvation. If a pony wanted to eat, that pony did a little extra for the dogs. Ponies said there was no shame in it, a lie of sorts. Since the taking of the Princesses, the ponies’ lives had been nothing but shame and humiliation. Being forced to work for monsters so that your foals wouldn’t waste away was barely a blip against the background radiation of indignity and suffering.

The stallion shook the whole time he delivered the message. The dogs had Apple Bloom. Applejack would report to the Stage at noon. They both knew what that meant. The stallion could not hide the pity and horror in his eyes, and left the farm, his work done.

Applejack stood, hollow.

She returned to the farmhouse and left a note for her brother. It said that she was going to bring Apple Bloom home, nothing more. Applejack didn’t want to say where she was going. If he knew where she was going, he’d know what was going to happen. Applejack didn’t want that. Part of her knew he’d know, or would find out, and that it would be foolish to think otherwise. She doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter. It’s a tiny hope that he won’t know, but a hope nonetheless.

She arrives at the Stage five minutes before noon. The Stage had been built over the ruins of the Golden Oaks Library, which the dogs had torn down. They had decreed that the ponies had no need for learning or reading, and built a bonfire out of the books and scrolls within. Twilight had been forced to watch from inside her crystalline prison. Applejack could have sworn she heard the petrified unicorn sobbing as her books were consumed by the flame.

The Stage itself was a wooden platform a meter from the ground, twelve yards long and eight yards wide. On either side were two spectator’s stands, the same ones used for the Iron Pony competition. The audience were all ponies, paid in ration scrip to watch. If a pony displeased the dogs, their humiliation would not be private. Most of the audience were ponies desperate to feed their families, all staring directly at the stage lest they be punished for inattentiveness, trying not to think about what they were seeing. Many were simply perverts and collaborators, who would jeer at the unlucky victims and enjoy the show to the fullest. They looked about, laughing and joking amongst themselves with no fear of reprisal, for their eyes would be glued to the stage for the important parts. These ponies delighted the Diamond Dogs. They let the victims know that even their fellow townsfolk had forsaken them.

Applejack was still hollow as she approached the Stage. Two hundred ponies watched her from the stands. Fifteen Diamond Dogs lounged on the stage, leering at her as she walked closer. When she reached the steps, she realised that she was still wearing her hat. Her father’s hat. She removed it and placed it at the bottom of the steps, silently praying the dogs would see the removal as a mere sign of deference.

She stepped onto the stage, head bowed, not daring to make eye contact. A dog approached her, the one who visited the farm. Applejack knew what she had to do. She stared at the wooden planks beneath her hooves. Pine, barely varnished, unwashed and redolent of the previous events on the stage. She thought about the floorboards, desperate not to think of what would happen next, as she lowers her muzzle and presses her lips to the dog’s right hindpaw.

The dog reached down, placing one of his stubby fingers under Applejack’s chin, and lifted her head to look at him. He lowered his head to hers until their noses nearly touched. Instinctive panic shot through Applejack as she smelled his breath; it reeked of death and carrion. His face split in a wide, yellow-toothed grin as he felt her shudder, and he dragged his tongue over her shut muzzle. Terror and disgust gripped her, and her heart sank as she realized she could never be prepared for what was about to happen.

Stepping back, the dog pointed to the centerpiece of the Stage: a metal bench two feet high, the same length as a pony. A thin, metal frame stood over it, as if the bench had been pushed half-way through a door frame and left there.

Applejack climbed onto the bench, her stomach and chest pressing into the cold metal, each of her legs lining up with one of the bench’s. The dogs clasped iron manacles around each of her fetlocks, locking her in place. One threw a rope over the top of the frame. She cried out as her mane was yanked back hard, making her look directly forward, and then tied to one end of the rope. The runt yanked her tail up, and tied the other end of the rope around the base. She heard the clip-clip of shears as the excess mane and tail were cut away, a foot from her tail and another from her mane. With surprising dexterity, the runt braided the cast-off hair into two long locks. He passed one lock to another dog, and threw the other at the left spectator stand. There was a short tussle as some of the more perverse stallions in the audience pushed to take hold of it. From the corner of her eye, Applejack could see a lecherous wretch hold the lock of her tail close, and take a deep, heady sniff of it.

Applejack could hear something bulky being dragged onto the stage, her head bound too tightly to turn and look. Two dogs moved a crate three yards in front of her. As the dogs moved away, she saw Apple Bloom’s head poking out of a hole in the top.

“Bloom, are you okay—” Applejack was cut off by a hard slap that made her vision swim. Apple Bloom nodded at her, a miserable expression on her face, and mouthed that she was fine. Applejack’s heart leapt as she saw her sister safe, then plummeted as she realized they were keeping her on the stage. At best, the dogs merely wanted her to watch. The alternative was more horrifying, and far more likely. A dog grabbed the crate and turned it ninety degrees, so that Apple Bloom was looking directly to her sister’s right, then dragged it two yards to the left. The dog stood in front of Applejack, checking that she could still see her little sister with a Diamond Dog standing in front.

One of the dogs had started speaking to the crowd. Rex, a tall, lithe and sadistic pack leader. “Ponies,” he said, “Ponies do not say no. This pony, this pony say no. We punish pony!”

He knelt down in front of Applejack and held a metal device in front of her face. Her eyes widened as she saw what it was. “I — I don’t need it, I’l do — mwahhgh!”

He’d punched her in the mouth, hard enough to split her lip. Two paws reached into her half-open mouth and prised her jaws open, then the device was planted inside.

They called the device the Red Star. It was similar to a ring gag, but the outside of the ring was covered in tiny metal spikes that dug into and pierced the mouth and gums of the wearer. Instead of straps, each side had a nut-and-bolt screw. Rex twisted the tiny wingnuts, expanding the Red Star and forcing her jaw open wide. She moaned in pain, tasting copper as tiny spikes cut into the roof and floor of her mouth.

Rex turned back to the crowd. “Bad pony says no, so we gives bad pony one-hundred and twenty ruts! Only fifteen dogs, so little pony—” he leered sadistically at Apple Bloom, “—help us if we’s tired...”

Applejack knew what would happen the moment Apple Bloom was brought on stage, but hearing it out loud twisted the knife inside her. She couldn’t protect herself. Couldn’t protect her family. Couldn’t protect anypony since the take over. She couldn’t even hang her head in shame, tied tight as she was. All she could do was grunt pathetically as blood trickled down her lips.

Rex barked and made gestures at the runt, then swaggered over to Apple Bloom. He placed one foot on the crate, his crotch inches away from her face. The red tip of his penis poked out of his sheath, not fully hard yet. Apple Bloom cringed as two sweaty, furry balls were pushed against her face. They reeked of body odor, a scent that felt thick and solid in her nostrils and threatened to send her into a coughing fit. He took great pleasure rubbing his balls all over the yellow filly’s face, over her cheeks, her nose, her eyes and her lips.

“Mmmhm, sweet little pony does what pony is told, yes?” he crooned, stroking a claw through her red mane, “Doesn’t need gag like sister, no?”

Apple Bloom looked up at him with empty eyes as he dragged his testicles over her forehead, coating her in his sweat and musk. “No, sir...”

She knew better than to resist. Scootaloo tried to resist, weeks ago, and she still spoke with a lisp. When she spoke at all...

“Boss!”

Rex turned his head and looked at the runt, who held a stetson hat in his paws and wore a dark grin on his face.

The runt dropped the hat on the floor and Applejack was hollow. Rex walked towards the hat, holding his turgid, red cock in his paw. His shaft was the same size as a stallion’s, swollen at the base and tapered to a point at the end. Looking straight into Applejack’s eyes, he said, “When you see hat, you think of today...”

With a sigh, he released his bladder. A powerful stream of urine blasted the stetson, soaking it in stinking, yellow piss. Even on the warm spring noon, thick steam rose off the piss as it puddled around the sodden hat. As his flow tapered off, the other dogs and a few stallions in the audience whooped and cheered. He kicked the hat to one side, and walked over to Apple Bloom, gripping his penis tightly.

“Open,” he barked.

Apple Bloom did as she was told, trying to fight the fear in her gut. He held his cock an inch from her lips, and shook the last few spurts of urine over her face and open mouth. The golden liquid stained her fur a dark yellow, and was the foulest smelling urine the filly had ever known. The smell was nothing compared to the taste, bitter, acidic and chemical. She started to gag, but he shoved his cock in her mouth before she could spit any out.

The texture alone made her squeal around his shaft. It was slimy, coated in a layer of slick, rancid smegma that rubbed off on her lips as he pushed into her mouth. She had swallowed the spurt of piss and nearly hyperventilated before she realised the penis wasn’t moving. She looked up at her rapist.

“Suck.”

She hesitated, then grunted in pain as he clipped the back of her head with a claw. Her cheeks hollowed out and her tongue slid along his shaft as she began to fellate him. The sour musk was unyielding; it stuck to the roof of her mouth and tongue, and her saliva couldn’t wash it away. She felt a satisfied growl rumble through him as she bobbed her head back and forth, as far as the hole in the crate would allow.

“Gooood pony...,” he said, stroking her ear as it twitched under his paws, “This just fun now, but when we rut your sister three, four, five times, you have very important job...”

He glanced over at Applejack as the filly sucked his nasty cock. The mare watched as her sister serviced him. She wore a blank expression, as if she was already numb to the pain and degradation of it all. Rex scowled. Her lack of despair was insolent, a challenge to him.

He let the filly work a few moments longer, licking the rotten, vinegary taste of his cock away. Then he thrust forward, pushing his cock as deep into her mouth as possible. She gagged and squealed and shook her head at the sudden invasion, completely unprepared. He pulled back to a more comfortable position, and breathing hard through her nose, Apple Bloom bobbed her head faster and sucked him with as much skill and effort as she could, praying not to anger him.

Rex wasn’t even looking at her. He was staring straight at Applejack the entire time, watching her face closely. When he saw expression of agony as he thrust into the filly’s mouth, he knew he’d struck gold. Not taking his eyes off the farmer, he grabbed Apple Bloom’s ears with both paws. Apple Bloom whimpered in fear and sucked harder, hoping to be spared from whatever he had planned.

Her hopes were dashed as he viciously thrust into her mouth and throat. The pain was sharp, unbearable and agonizing as his cockhead smashed against the back of her throat, battering her tonsils and smushing her lips against her teeth. Her entire world became panic as he hilted himself, crushing her muzzle against his pubic bone. She couldn’t breathe. Her lungs were on fire, claws of flame tearing them apart from inside. She tried to scream, but all that came out around his cock was a muffled whine.

Applejack broke down. She struggled against her bonds, shaking her head, desperately begging through the savage ring gag for her sister’s tortures to cease. Blood and spittle sprayed from her open mouth as she cried out, her green eyes pleading Rex to have mercy. Rex’s cock throbbed inside the foal’s gullet as he relished Applejack’s despair.

He simply shook his head at the farmer, pulled out to give Apple Bloom a frantic, choking breath, and then started to thrust in and out. Not as hard as before, but fast enough that it tripped her gag reflex with every stroke. Apple Bloom retched, coughing and spluttering around the foul shaft. She thrashed around inside the crate, her tiny hooves beating an ineffectual drum solo on the metal-reinforced wood.

Rex slammed in before pulling out entirely. The filly opened and closed her mouth twice, before spewing out a mouthful of slop. She hadn’t been fed since she was taken, so it was just mucous, saliva and a bit of bile. The dog swept up the ropey, bubbly mess in his paw, then smeared it over her face. When she started crying, truly started crying, weeping hot tears as she sobbed, he forced his penis back into her mouth.

He pushed inside deep enough to gag her, then started slapping his palm down on the back of her skull. Apple Bloom went limp. She wasn’t unconscious — the pain and disorientation from the choking, the slapping and the thrusting were simply too much, and her mind went blank as she stopped trying to fight it. It did nothing to stop the pain.

He slapped her a few more times, before grudgingly realising he wouldn’t get any more reactions to torment her sister with. Ropey strands of saliva clung to his shaft as he pulled it from her mouth. She spluttered weakly, just trying to breathe. Moments later, another dog approached her. Smaller than Rex, though not by much. The new dog rubbed the tip of his cock over her bruised lips. She looked up at him with moistened eyes, begging for mercy. He spat in her face, and slapped his cock against her mouth. Sniffling, she parted her lips and took his cock inside. She whimpered with relief when she realized he wasn’t going to start thrusting, then started to service him.

Applejack yelped as a meaty paw crashed down on her cutie mark. She’d known that this was coming the moment the stallion came to her farm, but a chord of dread played through her body regardless. She shuddered as she felt Rex’s slick cock against her dry snatch. He doesn’t penetrate her, not straight away.

“Scrappy!” he barked, “Shut pony up!”

The runt swaggered in front of Applejack, his relatively-oversized prick swinging out in front of him. He rubbed it against her cheeks, letting her feel the heat and take a whiff of the acrid stink. Then he slid the cock into her mouth through the middle of the Red Star, thrusting immediately. There was no sadism in his strokes, just a desire to use her mouth as a warm hole to dump his cum. The pain of having her throat violated did nothing to distract her from the taste, of spoiled milk mixed with her own blood.

Two heavy paws weighed down on her rump. Rex was about to fuck Applejack, and she was hollow. He slammed three inches inside her with a powerful stroke, unable to push any further due to her dryness. Applejack screeched around the filthy prick in her mouth as she was penetrated. It felt like it was tearing her insides, like a fist slamming against her most sensitive place. Stallions in the crowd whooped and cheered as her rape began.

He pulls out and thrusts back inside, this time burying half of his bone inside the farmer. On the third thrust, ten inches of doggy dick filled her pussy. Then he started to hammer her. Powerful hips rammed her rump as he fucked her mercilessly. The metal bench shook underneath her, the sharp corners jabbing into the front of her legs.

Applejack’s screams died down into panicked moans, displeasing Rex. He started to spank her taut, powerful flanks, just to hear her grunt and squeal.

“Stupid pony!” he barked, “Bad ponies get rutted! This only the start!”

With that he redoubled his efforts, pistoning in and out of her. Her terror and disgust left her unaroused, but the copious precum leaking from Rex’s prick slickened her hole enough that it wasn’t tearing her apart, and was doubly pleasurable for her rapist.

Applejack’s eyes widened as the dog’s knot passed her lower lips. It wasn’t the pain. The length hurt more, especially the pointy tip poking her cervix. It was something worse. The fat, swollen knot spreading her lips wide, locking the dog in place and pressing against her clitoris from the inside...

She didn’t feel like a pony with that knot inside her. She was a bitch. Rex’s bitch.

The runt screwing her face yipped, and then came in Applejack’s mouth. A copious quantity of watery jizz sprayed into her mouth, coating her tongue and gums. It didn’t taste like a stallion’s cum, instead it was thin and bleachy, like cum mixed with urine. He didn’t withdraw from her mouth, nor did he stop cumming. Her cheeks bulged as she tried to swallow it all, but it flowed too fast, spilling from her lips and shooting out her nose.

He finally withdrew his spent cock, wiping it on Applejack’s cheek to the sadistic cheers of the crowd and his co-rapists. She just coughed pathetically, strands of thin semen dripping from her lips, chin and nostrils, dyed slightly pink from the blood in her mouth.

Applejack met her sister’s eyes. Apple Bloom wore a defeated expression as she gently suckled the cock in her mouth, but wasn’t getting the brutal treatment of her sister. The dog was stroking her mane and murmuring contentedly, allowing Apple Bloom to work at her own pace. The small reunion was cut off as another dog stuffed his prick into Applejack’s mouth.

Just as she was getting used to the taste, Applejack heard Rex howl with pleasure. With one final slam, she felt a horrible warmth spread through her insides. Rex was cumming inside her. He had claimed her, made the once-proud farmer nothing but his bitch. He lingered there, enjoying the caresses of her pussy as he continued to ejaculate.

“Hnng, Scrappy, get bowls!” he ordered. The runt scurried off, and returned a moment later with two large, metal doggy bowls. He placed one under Applejack’s chin, and the other under her crotch.

With a mighty yank, Rex pulled out. Applejack whined around the cock in her mouth as the thick knot was ripped from her vagina. Semen poured out of her stretched pussy, flowing into the bowl below her.

Rex looked at the crowd, triumphant. “Two ruts! One-hundred, ten, and eight left!”

Applejack let out a shocked yell as the dog in her mouth ejaculated. This load was thicker than the last, gloopy, almost lumpy, but there wasn’t as much of it. She managed to swallow most of it. The dog pulled out and sprayed the last spurt over her right eyebrow. She blinked as the thick seed dribbled over her eyelid.

“Three ruts!” said Rex, grinning. The crowd laughed, at least those who weren’t staring on in abject horror.

The dog receiving a blowjob from Apple Bloom pulled out, and took his place between Applejack’s thighs. He pushed inside her sloppy twat with a single stroke. She cried out, from surprise and discomfort rather than pain. Between the thinner cock and the jizz lubricating her pussy, her new rapist wasn’t as agonizing as Rex had been. He took a far more comfortable pace too, intent on his own pleasure rather than inflicting pain on the farmer. She started to let out little pants of relief before another dog filled her mouth.

Rex walked over to Apple Bloom, and presented her with his cock. It was shiny with his semen and her sister’s secretions. She tried to take it into her mouth, but he slapped her across the cheek with it.

“Lick.”

Sticking her tongue out, she started to lap along the sides, dragging the bitter semen and musky juices into her mouth. Rex sighed softly at the treatment, moving his cock to allow her full access to it. As she suckled his knot, a little strand of semen spurted from the top, drizzling down her nose. When he was satisfied with the cleaning, he pushed it into her mouth and thrust hard, gagging her again. He held his cock deep inside her, until her face turned red and she banged her hooves against the crate, then pulled out and left her gasping for air. As he left, a new dog came to take his place, and Apple Bloom began to sadly service him.

The relentless raping began to blend in Applejack’s mind. The dogs came inside her with no rhythm or reason. Two would come in quick succession, and the third would linger for what felt like hours as another screwed her other end. More than ten had gone, less than fifteen, as new dogs still came to rape her. Splotches of spooge decorated her face, ears and bound mane, and her rump was criss-crossed with streaks of doggy jizz.

Apple Bloom fared little better. Each of the dogs that had used Applejack’s pussy returned to the filly to have their knobs cleaned. A few who she had been preparing got a little excited, and came straight in her mouth. Jizz and gloop from the throat-fucking dripped down her chin, and down the hole in the crate.

Applejack grunted as she felt a heavy weight settle on her rump. She couldn’t turn her head to see due to the bondage and the cock in her mouth, but she knew what it was. Fluffy the Diamond Dog was massive, a full foot taller than Rex and obese. The weight she felt was Fluffy resting his bloated pauch on her rump.

She squeaked as she felt his cock slide into her pussy — it was only as big as Rex’s, to her relief — and was surprised when he suddenly removed it. Then she felt something hot, hard and slippery pressing against her anus. She knew exactly what was going to happen, and could only whimper.

He pushed forward, sliding inches of his slick cock into her asshole.

Applejack began to cry. She had screamed and begged and grunted from pain, but all of those were sudden reactions to pain or terror. As the turgid prick forced its way past her sphincter, she openly wept, bawling like a foal around the cock in her mouth. Her hindquarters thrashed around on the hard metal bench, not trying to escape, only trying to lessen the horrible shooting pains in her rectum as he forced his way inside. It did nothing to help; agony stabbed her like tiny knives as his shaft rearranged her intestines.

The dog screwing her mouth was in heaven. Each wail of despair sent indulgent vibrations through his cock, and her panting sobs made her tongue massage the base of his shaft. Both he and her anal rapist came to a rest inside her as she continued to cry. They muttered something to each other that Applejack couldn’t make out, and then the cock in her mouth was withdrawn. He slapped his spit-soaked tool on her cheeks and forehead.

“Beg,” ordered Fluffy. She merely cried, sniffling and taking in great lungfuls of air. She screamed again as a huge paw crashed down thrice on her cutie-mark.

“Beg!”

“Hwoese!”

The dog in front of her slapped her across the face. “Please what, pony?”

“H-hwoese hake ih hou!”

Fluffy giggled, a horribly twitchy gurgle. “Pony wants me to take it out? I take it out!”

With that he yanked his hips backwards, pulling the entire length of his ten-inch shaft from her asshole in one swift stroke. She screamed and convulsed as the cock dragged along her insides, reaming her raw. He lingered a moment with only the tip of his penis inside her, listening to her moan as she drooled jizz, spit and blood, with thin trails of snot hanging from her nostrils. The dog in front of her wiped up the mess with a paw and rubbed it into her bound mane.

“Hmmm, I take it out,” said Fluffy, “but this less fun...”

The two dogs both slammed inside her simultaneously, her screams of agony muffled into mere squeals as her mouth and asshole were plugged. They set up a horrible rhythm, one withdrawing his cock completely as the other hilted himself, fucking her so hard that the bench shook and her thighs bruised against the metal corners and braces.

Fluffy hilted himself and continued to push, circling his hips and making Applejack feel as if a hoof had been shoved inside her. Her eyes widened as she felt the knot swelling against her anus, but could only let out a weak whimper as it forced its way inside. She couldn’t even contract her ass around it; he had her spread so wide that her pelvic muscles simply had no leverage.

The dog in her mouth pulled out, jerking his cock with a paw. Watery semen splashed over Applejack’s face, dripping down her cheeks and forehead, several squirts going straight into her open mouth. The farmer’s face was straight out of a low-budget horror movie, her cheeks contorted from the brutal ring gag, her whole face plastered with claggy white gloop, the remains of her mane stretched taut with a rope and tiny trails of blood dripping down her chin.

Fluffy’s claws dug into her rump, hard enough to draw little specks of red, and he climaxed with a howl. Applejack felt a burst of painfully hot liquid fill her insides, like stepping under a too-hot shower. She started to feel hollow again. After the savage, crushing despair of the initial rape, it was almost welcome.

As Fluffy finished cumming inside her, another shaft was shoved between her lips. It was the runt. All fifteen dogs had been serviced, and the cycle was about to start again. It felt like they had been raping her for hours, but the sun was still high in the sky. They’d barely been at it an hour.

Thick semen splattered down her crack and buttocks as Fluffy pulled out of her asshole. His knot had split her so wide that her anus gaped open, winking several times as cum dribbled out before returning to a fraction of its original tightness. It was quickly filled once more by the dog that Apple Bloom had been servicing. Applejack whimpered around the runt’s cock as she was anally penetrated for the second time in her life. The pain was brief this time; and then it merely ached and burned inside her.

Apple Bloom tried to spit the horrible taste of Diamond Dog cock from her mouth during her short respite, but froze as she saw Fluffy lumbering towards her. She could see the tip of his half-hard cock peeping out from under his massive belly. It dripped with semen, stained a hideous off-white from her sister’s ass. She shook her head as he approached, but he just laughed at her. There was nothing she could do. If she tried to keep her mouth shut, they’d force a Red Star into her mouth if she was lucky. The dogs decided that Miss Cheerilee had too smart a mouth, so they removed all her teeth to make her a better cocksucker. Now she spent her days as a whore in the Carousel Bordello.

The stink of his cock alone was enough to turn her stomach. When he noticed her disgusted expression, he gripped her red mane tightly and wiped a streak of cum and filth under her nose. The stench of sewage filled her nostrils, and as she opened her mouth to dry-heave he pushed his cock inside. A weight settled on her head and everything went dark. He had rested his pauch on her head, squishing down and covering her like a hood of flab as she fellated his slimy, awful cock. She gagged and retched but he paid her no attention, happy to wait in place until his shaft was clean. Barely suppressing her nausea, she began to work in the hideous, sweaty darkness.

Apple Bloom tasted a coppery hint on his prick as she licked. She was licking dog cum and her sister’s blood and feces off his shaft. At that moment, she knew she would never be clean again.

Applejack’s second anal rapist pulled out moments before he came, happily painting her rumps and thighs with his seed. Instead of scampering over to Apple Bloom, he walked in front of the farmer and shoved his filthy cock into her mouth, allowing her to taste her own anal juices. Another dog began to screw her pussy, causing her to wince as his long shaft battered her cervix. As soon as she had cleaned the filth off the cock in his mouth, he left to rest and a different dog took over. Beneath her chin and crotch, the two doggy bowls were criss-crossed with canine cum.

The rapes continued unabated. The sharpness of the pain had faded, but Applejack’s entire being ached and burned. She wasn’t sure if she was conscious or not, or if any time had passed whatsoever. She didn’t feel like a pony any more. Ponies were more than just three warm holes connected by exhausted agony.

All the Diamond Dogs took gleeful pleasure in making the two ponies clean their cum-covered cocks, especially after they’d finished fucking Applejack’s once-tight asshole. The two ponies’ stomachs churned, from the constant gagging, the foul stench of filth and rancid sweat and the sheer volume of jizz they had both swallowed. After a particularly vicious throat-fucking from Rex, Applejack spewed a mouthful of cum and bile down into the doggy bowl below.

The sun moved across the sky as the Diamond Dogs continued to work. Applejack could hear the panting of stallions in the crowd as they masturbated to the depraved display. Out of the corner of one eye, she could see the unicorn who had caught her tail wrapping it around his shaft and jerking himself off with it. A painful jet of semen hit her in the eye, and then she could see nothing but a blur.

“Breaktime, boys!”

A griffon approached the Stage, leading two ponies on leashes behind him. The dog inside Applejack’s pussy quickly finished up, before sitting down with a thud, and the one who Apple Bloom was servicing pulled out, then wiped his cock clean of spit in her luscious mane. All fifteen dogs were breathing hard and feeling the toll of both the effort and the sun beating down on them. They all let out a cheer at the griffon’s arrival.

The larger of the griffon’s two ponies, a unicorn mare, had a large cask strapped to her back. It was filled to the brim with cold ale, which the Diamond Dogs immediately doled out and began to drink.

Applejack heard hooves trotting towards her, and gave a start as she felt something warm and wet on her cheek. The other pony was licking her face! It was an odd sensation, more intimate than depraved as a tongue lapped the cum from her cheeks and eyelids, almost like a mother would her foal. When her eyes and cheeks were cleaned, the pony stepped back. Applejack opened her eyes.

“Rares...”

While the Diamond Dogs had been content to simply force most ponies into submission and servility, they had decided to break Rarity. Now she was almost an animal. Her mane and tail were cut short and messy like a teenaged colt’s, and her once-pristine coat was stained a dull off-white color, matted in places with dirt and mess. She’d been completely forbidden from bathing, and was only allowed to clean herself with her tongue. After months of sleeping sandwiched between a half-dozen dogs in a burrow every night, she reeked of Diamond Dog musk.

“Yip!”

Even in her utterly wretched state, Applejack was filled with pity. Rarity would never speak around her masters. Even when she was alone, she had to be pushed into speaking, and she spoke in broken, halting tones as if speaking a tricky second language. Applejack saw that her horn had started to heal from when her captors had first fractured it. It wouldn’t matter any more; Rarity wouldn’t use any magic. Dogs can’t use magic.

Applejack glanced to the side, at the other unicorn. It was Sweetie Belle. Her coat and mane were far cleaner than her sister’s; the griffons preferred their consorts a little fresher than the dogs did. She was fellating the griffon as he lounged back on one of the pillows on the floorboards. Underneath her, her stomach was swollen and distended, almost enough to drag along the ground as she walked.

That swollen belly was the reason that only Apple Bloom’s mouth was being taken for the dogs’ pleasure. Griffon mercenaries had been crucial to the Diamond Dog’s takeover of Equestria, and they believed it was a blessing for the warrior, his family and his race to impregnate a virginial pony with a baby hippogriff. As much as any dog would love to plunder a filly’s impossibly tight rear holes, they were far more valuable as gifts for their allies, so their virginities were preserved until a griffon officer wished to sire a child. Foals who were chosen or volunteered by their families received extra ration scrip both for themselves and their families, in return for being brood mares for the griffon race. Several fillies had been seen walking around town with miserable expressions, dragging along bellies filled with mixed-race progeny. Diamond Tiara could barely walk, weighed down with triplets inside her.

Rex whistled, catching Rarity’s attention. “Bitch!” he barked, “Round the back!”

Rarity trotted out of Applejack’s sight, but then caught the farmer’s attention as a gentle snout nudged her hindquarters. A warm, soft tongue started lapping at her bruised and swollen pussy and anus, soothing her with welcomed tenderness. It was still nothing close to pleasure, more like the comfort of bandaging a wound.

Rex stepped to Applejack’s side and fiddled with the metal frame above her. The top metal beam was adjustable, and could be lowered along the two vertical support beams. Rex did just that, adding sudden slack to the rope suspending her tail and mane. Her head drooped instantly, muscles in her neck screaming from cramps and disuse, and her tail twitched manically, pain shooting through it from being strained in such an awkward position. Drool and cum fell from Applejack’s open mouth, but she could do nothing but sniffle.

Rex lifted her head and started to twist the screws on the Red Star in her mouth. She looked at him with frantic, pleading eyes, fearing that he would further widen it and break her jaw, and was surprised when he shortened it and removed it from her mouth. Temporary elation turned to shock as more blood flowed from her mouth, seeping freely from the holes that had been plugged by the metal spikes.

Her body shook from pain and fear as Rex knelt down by her face. He proffered a gourd full of liquid to her mouth, which she eyed with suspicion. Rex clipped her on the ear, then offered it again.

“Punishment no fun if pony passes out...” he said.

Applejack obediently wrapped her lips around the bottleneck, and tasted fresh, clean water. It washed away some of the foul tastes in her mouth, and she greedily swallowed more. The gourd was moved away from her, and she grunted in frustration before another slap shut her up. Rex didn’t move or speak, and half a minute later he offered the gourd again. Her sips were more measured this time, as if worried that his anger would strike at any moment, and she relinquished it and cowered back when he took it away. Instead of another slap, he softly scratched her behind the ear, petting her tenderly. He continued to feed her water for five minutes, until the gourd was drained.

A twinge of pleasure ran through her as Rarity continued to lap at her folds, and her entire self felt utterly worthless for having it.

“Pony.”

It was a struggle to look up at her captor, but she strained as best she could, her neck shaking from cramps and exhaustion.

“Seventy and five ruts,” he said. “Forty and five left.”

Applejack stared at him, and then fearing sudden punishment for lack of response, nodded frantically.

“We no have to be so gentle. Silly pony said no to dog, nearly spoiled feast. Tens of tens of dogs at feast. We could rut bad pony for weeks, turn you into bitch. But...” he paused on that word, “We are kind, little pony.”

Applejack nodded again. The pain and aches were still burning through her body, but Rarity’s skilled tongue was making it oh so much better. “K-kind...” she murmured.

He continued to rub her ear, playing his meaty digits over the rubbery little triangle. Applejack unconsciously started to rub her head against it, allowing herself to be petted. “Silly pony knows she was bad, yes? Is silly pony sorry?”

“Yessss... aah’m sorry...”

“Tell me,” he breathed, his paw going scritch-scritch-scratch behind her ear, “Tell me silly pony is sorry. Tell me silly pony is happy that dogs give her punishment.”

Applejack knew that something was horribly wrong, that she was about to do something unthinkable that would douse the final embers of pride and dignity left in her body, and she could hear something deep in her soul screaming dimly against it. But Rex continued to scratch her ear, and Rarity’s tongue danced along her abused nethers, and she began to thank the dogs for her rape.

“Ahh — I’m a bad pony an’, an’ ah did a real bad thing,” she said, her voice strained and shaky, “An’ I’m glad that y’all are showin’ me what I done wrong an’ still showin’ mercy to me an’ mah family...”

A horrible grin spread across his face. “And the little pony?” he asked, glancing sideways at Apple Bloom. The runt was feeding her water, nursing her with another gourd.

Applejack knew what she had to say, and it crushed her heart to even think of it, but she’d gone so far and there was no way back. “I don’t like that she’s here an’ doin’ this, but I’ve been a real bad pony and y’all wouldn’t need her help punishin’ me. It’s mah fault she’s here.”

A paw trailed perfectly along the edge of her ear, making a shiver run down her spine. “Gooood pony. What you think we should do now?”

Applejack was torn. She wanted to beg for mercy and to be released, but part of her knew that wouldn’t happen, and another part still wasn’t sure if she deserved that mercy... After a few seconds, she made up her mind.

“Ah... Ah think y’all should finish your forty-five ruts,” she said, “I’m a bad pony an’ I deserve it, an’ me and mah sis should make y’all feel real good to make it up to ya...”

Rex beamed at her, patting her on the ear affectionately. “Very good pony. Is pony ready to start the ruts?” He picked up the Red Star, and held it in front of her.

Her stomach twisted and pupils shrank as she looked at the instrument of torture, but she wasn’t going to say no to a dog. She opened her mouth wide, nodding.

Rex grinned even wider, then tossed the ring gag to the side. “Eager pony not need gag.”

Applejack was almost terrified by the elation she felt upon hearing that. “T-thank you, thank you so much oh thank you ah’ll be so good oh thank you thank you!”

“—and little pony gets little pony to help her!”

Sweetie Belle waddled over to Apple Bloom’s crate, her pregnant belly bulging underneath her, then sat down on her haunches. She and Apple Bloom shared a comforting look, then nuzzled each other. Two Diamond Dogs pressed cocks against their faces, and they opened their mouths and serviced them.

Rex stood up, his hips at level with Applejack’s head. It was painful to lift her head, but she did so to take his thick, red cock into her mouth. As soon as her lips were wrapped around it, she began to fellate it with enthusiasm usually reserved for her lovers only. She felt Rarity move away from between her legs and the runt step in to replace her. When the runt’s penis slipped into her, she had to suppress a moan. They were being gentle. They were showing her mercy she didn’t deserve...

All of the dogs had climaxed at least four times, so Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were presented with half-hard cocks to revive or ones only barely peeking from their sheaths. The dogs would only thrust a little, preferring to let the two fillies work their practiced, slutty mouths over their cocks.

Apple Bloom and Applejack still had to clean off cocks from the farmer’s pussy and asshole, but she was cleaner now and it mostly just tasted of spit and semen. Even Fluffy kept his folds of fat lifted in his arms, so that Apple Bloom could suck and lick at his cock without being smothered by his sweaty stink. Several dogs came in the fillies’ mouths, a few even standing and jerking off on their faces, and Applejack noted with a relieved glow that Rex was counting those orgasms as ruts, showing them even more kindness.

The hours stretched on and the day grew longer. The constant rutting still hurt Applejack, and the dogs still thrust into her throat gag or no gag, but she’d had a few shameful orgasms and was more in a strange, achey haze than anything else. They were past a hundred now. Her face was almost unrecognizable through the thick layer of semen, and her hindquarters were a similar mess. Apple Bloom’s face was clean, though only because she and Sweetie Belle had been licking the cum off each other’s faces to titillate the dogs. Sweetie Belle had left a few ruts ago, taken home to be fed by her griffon sire to ensure a healthy foaling. Applejack didn’t see if Rarity had left with them.

The cock in her mouth climaxed, spraying sticky seed all over her waiting tongue. The taste no longer bothered her. It was better than the bile when she retched up the odd mouthful. The runt took his place, and Applejack sucked him with gusto. He was the dog she’d wronged, and he’d given her not one but two guilty orgasms. She needed to please him. She was still immobile on the bench, but she tried to push her head forward and take as much of him in her mouth as possible. He started to pet her, and it made her feel so warm inside...

The dog knotted in her asshole pulled out, sending a splash of cum into the bowl below. He approached Apple Bloom, who made a show of licking her lips and then opening her mouth wide. It still disgusted her, but they weren’t hurting her sister so much now and she wanted to keep them happy, especially this close to the end. When she did a really good job, they’d pet her and let her take a drink of water before the next dog needed her. She took the cock into her mouth, sucking along it with an exaggerated slurp. It wasn’t so bad; it only tasted like cum.

Soon, the last three dogs were taking their places. The runt was coaxing exhausted little whimpers from Applejack as he rutted her sloppy pussy, Fluffy was enjoying a blowjob from the farmer, and Rex approached Apple Bloom.

The little filly looked up at him. “Y-y’all can thrust if ya want...”

Rex smiled at her and shook his head. It was the last rut of the evening, and he just wanted a nice, leisurely blowjob. He proffered his cock to the filly, who planted wet kisses along the side, trailed a lick over the head, and then took it into her mouth and sucked. She’d had a lot of practice over the past eight hours. He let out a deliriously happy sigh as she took him into her throat, pushing forward without even being asked. He’d need to visit that farm after this...

Fluffy came first, unable to resist the caresses of Applejack’s throat. He kept his cock deep inside as he ejaculated, his balls flush against her chin, lifting his pauch so he could look into her eyes as he sprayed cum directly into her stomach.

Rex came next. His grunts and tiny yips signalled his closeness, and when he pulled out and started jerking his cock, Apple Bloom opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes. She heard him groan with pleasure as ropes of wet liquid splashed against her face and in her mouth. She showed him her mouthful of semen, and then swallowed it, earning a tender head-pat from the dog.

Runt was the hundred-and-twentieth cumshot. He pulled out of Applejack’s searing pussy and slammed it inside her ass, filling her rectum with his seed. When he was done, he proffered the slimy cock to Applejack’s face. With a smile, the farmer slowly, carefully licked every inch of his cock clean.

A cheer went up as the last dog walked to the side.

“One hundred and twenty ruts!” boasted Rex. “Ponies in stands can leave with scrip, or, can stay for marking!”

There was a thundering of hooves as most of the ponies in the stands vacated as quickly as possible, eager to get back home and forget the horrors they had spent the last eight hours viewing. Only the perverse stallions stayed, waiting for the final act of the show.

Applejack and Apple Bloom shivered. They knew what was about to happen. They had helped Carrot Top and Noi home after their punishment, and seen the entire thing. The dogs were about to mark their territory.

Four dogs surrounded Applejack, and three stood around Apple Bloom’s crate. Seven streams of thick, yellow piss shot out. Apple Bloom’s mane was instantly soaked, and two jets of hot urine crashed against her face. She shook her head as it splashed into her ears and nostrils.

The dogs were methodical with Applejack, trying to wet every single inch of her coat and mane with their piss. She didn’t bother closing her mouth, she knew she had no right to. A bit splashed inside, strong and acrid, but they didn’t concentrate on it. Two dogs coated her body, and two pissed on her face, washing the thick layer of jizz off, down her chin, and into the bowl below. Her mane, once the envy of even her fashionable friends, was now cut short and soaked through with Diamond Dog pee. The streams soon dried up, and the seven dogs left the stage, off to go drinking and feasting. Eight dogs remained.

Two dogs approached Apple Bloom, each grabbing a handful of her sodden mane, hard enough that she cried out. Her head was completely static, and she couldn’t move if she tried. The two dogs moved their hips closer, and poked the pointy tips of their cocks into each of her nostrils. Her eyes went wide with horror as she realised their intentions.

Burning, acrid piss flooded her nostrils, invading her nose and sinuses, spilling into the back of her throat and what felt like into her ears. She thrashed and she cried and she snorted and spluttered, but the dogs held her tight as they pissed directly into her nose. She had to work to stop it flowing into her lungs, letting the excruciating flood of piss flow through her nostrils, into the back of her throat, then into her mouth, where she then had to swallow it mouthful by mouthful.

The flows stopped, and thinking they were done, she swallowed the last mouthful and took a deep, sucking breath. As she did, the dogs released the last spurts they’d held back, making her inhale piss straight down her windpipe. She screamed and coughed her lungs out as they wiped their cocks off in her mane, laughing uproariously.

Another two dogs pressed their cocks to Applejack’s nostrils. She was determined to be a good girl, and not fight or complain, but the sheer agony that split through her head as the jets of vile liquid shot straight into her nose made it impossible. She ended up thrashing around on the bench, but thankfully they held her tight so she couldn’t disappoint them too badly. They sprayed the last spurts on her face, leaving her a shaking, drenched mess. All four dogs high-fived each other and left to join the others.

Apple Bloom and Applejack coughed and snorted miserably. All they could taste or smell was piss. They knew that smell would stay with them for a long, long time.

Rex brought a key to the bottom of Apple Bloom’s crate and unlocked it. The filly came tumbling out, stretching her sore limbs. Urine, jizz and spit had run down her front and her shoulders through the hole in the top of the crate. She lay on the floor, coughing, spluttering and trying to catch her breath.

Fluffy stood over the filly and let loose on her soft yellow coat. Still hacking and sputtering, she let the warm, filthy liquid wash over her. He barked at her to spread her hindlegs, which she did, and then aimed his stream between her thighs. She whined as his piss splattered against her tiny, underdeveloped pussy, not just from the utter shame and foulness of it, but from the shamefully fluttery sensations as her nethers were stimulated for the first time.

Applejack squeaked as she felt a dog between her hindlegs, and gasped as he released a hot stream of urine onto her nethers, washing all the jizz away. The acrid liquid burned against her tender skin, and more so when he pushed forward, hilting his cock in her pussy while still pissing. He pulled out, and a mixture of piss and cum splashed into the bowl below, then pushed into her anus. She cried out from the pain and depravity, but he soon pulled out a second time. After shaking off, he brought his cock around to her mouth to be cleaned, which she did without complaint, and then scampered off with Fluffy

Rex and the runt unclasped the manacles around Applejack’s legs, lifted her off the bench and placed her down on the floor. She instantly collapsed to her stomach, her cramped legs unable to support her. The runt sat down in front of her, and Rex cradled Apple Bloom’s head in his lap. They both proffered their penises to the pair of ponies.

Apple Bloom took the head of Rex’s cock between her lips and waited. Her mouth soon flooded with piss. It was acrid, acidic and tasted foul, but Apple Bloom was a good little filly by now. She swallowed as much of it as she could, only letting a few drips dribble out from her lips. When Rex finished pissing, he knelt down to her face, and pressed his lips to hers. They kissed, slipping each other tongue. The taste of the meat-eaters mouth was even worse than his urine, but Apple Bloom didn’t mind. As he laid her on the floor and left, she was dimly aware that she’d just shared her first ever kiss with a Diamond Dog.

The runt pissed into Applejack’s mouth, mouthful by mouthful, letting her savor every drop before she swallowed it. He wanted her to taste all of it, every fruit he hadn’t eaten, every excessive bit of protein he’d gorged on, every shower he hadn’t taken. She didn’t care how awful the taste was, she happily suckled him as he pissed, leaving him half-hard as he emptied his bladder into her mouth. He pulled out and sprayed the last drops on her face. It had the consistency and color of watered-down egg yolk.

The runt stood up, looking down at the two ponies gasping on the floor. He was the last dog on the Stage. The audience had left after Rex did. There was one thing left to do. The bowls on either side of the bench were full of a foul mixture of piss and an orgy’s worth of semen. He carried the bowls over to the ponies, placing them on the floor next to their heads.

“Ponies, sit!” he barked. Applejack and Apple Bloom woozily got to their haunches, looking decidedly green around the gills

“I’m going to ask ponies to do something,” he said, “Nobody around. Nobody to see. I ask you, and if you say no, I tell no-one. Nobody knows if you say no, just you, and me.”

“But,” he whispered, stepping close to Applejack, “If you say no, even if I tell no dog and I do nothing... You’ve still said no to a dog. Does pony say no to dog?”

Applejack shook her head slowly. “No... sir.”

“Good ponies. Drink these bowls, then you go.”

Applejack and Apple Bloom both looked down at the metal bowls. They easily had a litre of the foul, frothy cocktail each. And they could say no and walk off.

Applejack and Apple Bloom lowered their muzzles simultaneously, and started to lap at the mess. Lumps of floating jizz stuck to their snouts and chins as they licked it up, and then pushed their mouths deeper to slurp it into their mouths. The runt watched with glee as the two ponies sucked down the mixture of cum and piss. It took ten minutes of licking, lapping, slurping, and the occasional rest to stop and dry heave, but soon two cute pink pony tongues were scraping against the metal at the bottom of the bowl.

Both ponies looked at the runt, their eyes wide and expectant, a horrible mess clinging to their faces.

“Now kiss...” he whispered.

Applejack pulled her sister close before she had a chance to react, and pressed their muzzles together. The kiss was ungainly and awkward, but they sloppily shared spit, piss and cum between them. They broke off, panting and looking ashamed. They looked up at the runt. He’d been masturbating.

With a yelp, he sprayed the final load of the night over their faces, decorating them with a delicious criss cross of spooge. Both ponies instinctively moved forward to suckle the last drops of cum from his tip, and then started to share his cock once more...

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Big Macintosh came with a grunt. It was a powerful orgasm, the kind that locked his entire body up as he sprayed seven ropes of thick, ropey semen over his belly and chest. His hoof was a blur along his penis the entire time, coaxing out every wonderful iota of sensation that wracked through him. Thirty seconds later, he collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard, tangled up in sweaty sheets.

The awful sinking feeling was back. His orgasm had been incredible, but he’d masturbated to that fantasy again. The one with the dogs. There were other fantasies, but none made him feel as awful afterwards as the rape fantasies did. It felt like a brick had been sewn inside his stomach, while he heard a loop of everything that was wrong with his soul, for not just imagining his sisters being raped, but being aroused by it.

How much lower can a pony go?

After ten minutes of laying in a guilty, sweaty funk, he got out of bed, had a quick shower and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Granny Smith was still in bed, but there were four ponies at the table.

“Morning, Mister Macintosh!”

“Morning, big brother! Thanks fer helping me and Sweetie Belle with our sleepover!”

Big Mac smiled at Apple Bloom. “You should be thankin’ AJ fer that, ah just helped with the pillow forts.”

“Hey, ah got my thanks when they woke me up,” said Applejack, with a sleepy smile, “You get credit too, big bro.”

A blush graced Big Mac’s already red face. “Shucks, t’weren’t nothin’...”

“And modest too!” said Rarity, “Applejack darling, your brother is such a gentlecolt...”