Scootaloo continued gasping for air until she finally stopped. She cleaned the vomit from her mouth a little more before screaming at Pan, "What's wrong with you?!" Pan reached over and went to put his hand on Scootaloo's tiny head. Scootaloo instantly smacked his hand away and stepped back and fell over the little pile of chains. Landing on her back she instantly got back onto her hoofs.

"You're sick!" she screamed again. Pan put his hoof on his forehead and said with a grin, "I don't feel sick." Scootaloo scowled at him. The constant stinging pain in her throat from the recent event made her eyes squint. The stallion picked the harmonica up with his hoof and smiles at it. But soon frowned as he continued to look at it, "Now Scootaloo...this is no way to treat a instrument. You could of dented it."

"Well you could of killed me!" Scootaloo screamed in a raspy, hoarse yell. Both Sweetie and Applebloom had their hoofs over their eyes. The stallion looked to Sweetie Belle, his black eyes narrowing at the little one. "Weren't you the little filly who had the harmonica at first?" she instantly whimpered and tried to back away but she was already pressed against the wall. "Here, how about you play it for me"

"D-Don't..force it down my mouth please..." she said in a whimper. Her eyes were bloodshot from tears of fear. Pan sat down across from the cowering unicorn and held the vomit and spit covered harmonica in his hoofs. Extending his hoof out to give her the harmonica, Sweetie began to whimper and cower more. "Not using your mouth? Well where else could you play the harmonica?" he paused "oh, I know a way you can play it,"

Sweetie Belle clenched her teeth together as her eyes widened in fear. Pan put his harmonica on the floor next to himself. His two black and brown hoofs went down to her underarms and he picked her up like that. She was lifted three feet above the floor, her heavy chains making little noises as she was lifted. He pushed her on the wall, the concrete felt cold on her back.

With fear in her heart, she tried to scream but Pan instantly did what he did to Scootaloo, leaning down quickly and pressing his mouth on her open on. He slid his tongue in her mouth. He tasted vile. Sweetie Belle had tears going down her face, crying louder as her mouth was violated. Pan pulled back, a long line of drool between their mouths, dripping down his chin.

He placed her on her back, Sweetie was too scared to know what he would do to her if she tried to run. Applebloom watched in terror, knowing she could be the next in the merciless acts.

The vomit and spit covered harmonica was picked up and it was held lengthwise like it was when he was going to put it in Scootaloo's mouth. Instead he held it between her legs. Sweetie was only a child, therefore it wouldn't fit in. He prodded the rectangular edge inside her sex making Sweetie Belle cower and squeal in fear. "No! Don't! Please stop! It hurts! It hur—" befor she could finish it was halfway shoved in.

She screamed feeling her entrance being torn, the blood was already dripping out. Clenching her teeth and groaning in utter pain through them. "And then the audience says encore!" yelled Pan in a happy and childish tone. He waited, not putting anymore of the harmonica in. Looking back at the two other little fillies he repeated himself, "Encore! Say Encore, audience!" Scootaloo hissed, "We'd never!" Applebloom cried and sobbed as she spoke, "Stop it you're hurtin' her!"

Pan had an open mouth, teeth smile. "Encore! Encore!" he said again, louder and cheerier. He started laughing at himself in the most childlike, care-free way. "Ha ha ha! We'd never!" he said sounding as if he was trying to impersonate Scootaloo. He leaned his head back and shook his head a lot as he spoke, doing a terrible impression of Applebloom, "Stop it y'all er hurtin' her!" he continued to laugh, as he started pushing down on it, driving it deeper in her. The teeth of the harmonica scratched her vulva the more he'd drive it in. The bile and spit barely lubricated it enough to get it in all the way. As pan finally got almost the entire instrument inside her he cried out with a laugh, "Now play the harmonica, Sweetie Belle! Let me hear you play it, come on!"

Sweetie screamed, the pressure between her legs making her whole body rack in pain. It stung, feeling like one thousand needles was stretching her entrance and tearing it, making her vagina rip open even more until it was torn beyond her ability to withstand.

Applebloom, not being able to take the screaming of her friend anymore, sobbed and screamed over and over, "Take it out of her! Can't ya'll see she's in pain!?"

Pan's eyes narrowed as if he instantly lost interest in the whole game. With a little sigh he tugged the whole thing out of her. As he tore it out of her she let out another high pitch shriek. Her breathing was hitched and her face was still an expression of agony. Her purple and pink mane was sprawled over the floor, her tiny chest rising and dropping as she breathed heavily, trying to regain her breath. Blood was covering her crotch area and was still bleeding.