WARNING: this chapter contains RAPE among its SEXUAL EXPLICIT. You HAVE been warned!
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Ponies cheering, ponies hugging, ponies crying, and all of this for the sake to celebrate the two outcast ponies walking out from the courtroom in chains. The clanking from their shackled hooves were not enough to deafen their ears, they were forced to listen how happy most of the villagers of Ponyville and Cloudsdale were to hear the sentence of 35 years in the Canterlot dungeons being printed on those two violators personal records. Nopony wanted anything else from them, they just wanted to see Rainbow Dash smile in tears while hugging miss Winter Breeze. While hearing the mallet from the prime judge hitting the hard wood, Spitfire and Soarin' walked reluctantly out from the courtroom to get transported to their last home without parole...
'Served' justice
Soarin' hit the iron bars with his fore hoof, snorting in the frowzy air. Hardly half an hour had passed, and he was already driven insane from the boredom he realized would be his company for the next set of decades. Even if hes wasn't alone in his cell, it was way too easy to memorize its quadratic form. The large candlelight out in the hallway was the only source of light aside from the small window with its own set of bars high up on the wall behind him. A filthy sink and an even more disgusting toilet seat were located on one side of the walls, his bed out of the two was in the other one, leaving the third wall with its window empty.
"I can't bucking believe this! Thirtyfive years! What the hay happened? Spitfire!" the very pale blue pegasus stallion called out while pressing his snout between the narrow bars of gray iron.
Behind him, the other pegasus with a yellow coat just sat in the corner next to one of the uncomfortable makeshift beds she was supposed to rest in at nights. "Just shut up, Soarin'!" she yelled back with an annoyed tone and facial expression. She hated this place even more then her friend did. The cold walls of craggy bricks were the only things more annoying then the chatter from all the other cells.
Two royal guards passed by, dressed in their golden armor and serious expressions showing they didn't care about any of these scumbags locked behind bars. The pegasus mare glanced at the stallions passing by, wondering how many times she would see them walk past her during their time here.
Soarin' was still frustrated, but instead of taking out his anger on the robust obstacle blocking the only way out of his small square, he flapped out his wings and flew up to the window. The weak rays of light could hardly pass through the thick cylinders, thus making it even more impossible to see where he and Spitfire were located on the map. All he knew was that there were lots and lots of stairs they had to walk before being thrown into this cold and stinking place. In other words, the way back up to the surface was probably long.
Once the guards had reached the end of the long hallway, Soarin' grit his teeth and flew back to the locked cell door. With less anger remaining in his system, he sighed with a still frustrated grimace and leaned on the bars. His eyes landed on the sitting mare. "So what, we're gonna rot here? Guess we are lucky they at least placed us in the same cell, right?" he stated, still believing that his partner would agree.
"Do you really think I'm in a mood to ride your cock right now, Soarin'?" she answered in a mocking tone. "Well, you might be soon... after spending a couple of bucking years in this shitty, BUCKING PLACE!" he yelled and smacked his hoof at the hard iron again. "Just leave me alone..." she answered and got up on her hooves to stretch her legs a little.
They could both hear the chatter and gibberish intensifying along the hallway. All the other prisoners roared out in excitement and/or anger over what they saw walking on the hard tiles outside of their cells. The two ex-wonderbolts looked out to see a couple of large shadows growing for each step echoing through the acoustic place. Finally, the same set of guards who passed by earlier stopped right in front of the narrow cell both the pegasi shared, turning around to look at them both with their oblivious faces.
The pegasus stallion arched his eyebrows with a growl. "What the buck do you..." he said before the third pony walked up and stood between the muscular stallions. His eyes widened from the majestic sight he didn't expect to see down here.
Stuttering with small success to keep his cool, the pale blue pegasus cocked an eyebrow and finally stated who in Equestria stood in front of the cell. "P... princess Celestia...?" he said with lots of hesitation. But his eyes didn't lie. Before him stood the very alicorn known as 'the sun-goddess' with a satisfied smirk on her lips.
Spitfire, equally stunned by the royalty's presence, walked up next to her friend and leaned her fore hooves on the cold bars separating her from the three visitors.
Celestia looked at both of them, then glanced down on each guard who escorted her. With a little nod, both of the stallions nodded back and walked away with no words. Their hard hooves faded away after a few seconds, leaving the princess with her two criminal subjects alone.
"So..." she began while looking down at the locked-up ponies. "How do you enjoy your stay so far?" the white mare asked while working on her widening smile. Soarin' and Spitfire furrowed their eyebrows, fearing that she had come down here just to mock them.
But Celestia frowned with a decimated smile. "Aww... don't be like that. Let me at least see a little smile over the fact that I gave you two a cell for yourselves" she stated with a new beam from her lips.
The pegasi looked away from her, suddenly feeling some fear growing up inside their stomachs. Meanwhile the princess came up with what she was going to say and tilted her head sideways a little. "You know... it was a rather impressive list of prosecutions you two had. What was it: sexual abuse, blackmail, battery, death threats... oh my I can hardly remember them all! Oh ho ho ho!" she chuckled in the end which unnerved the condemned ponies who also had heard every last one of all the charges.
"And you were found guilty for every... single... one. There were lots of quite happy ponies in the court once the jury stated their decision" Celestia kept talking like she actually thought they wanted to hear her. But fact was that none of the ponies before her dared to say anything.
She looked down along the hallway, listening to all the hollers and cries coming out from the other crammed cells. "In most cases, I've would have just left you alone down here..." she said before turning her eyes back on the sour pegasi.
"But when I found out that one of your victims was a very special pegasus I know of..." Celestia said while a shade fell over her eyes. "... Rainbow Dash: one of the bearers of 'the elements of harmony'..." she furthered as she lowered her neck to Soarin' and Spitfire's altitude. "... then this stopped being a part of the 'most cases'" the royal mare ended and brought up her head to look down again.
The pegasi flinched with more terrified expressions on their faces. Celestia just recovered her undisturbed smile like it never had been gone. "And since the elements of harmony were once under my possession, I carry a little responsibility over the new bearers. They are like... my children, if you catch my meaning" Celestia said and scraped one of her fore hooves on the tiled floor like this was all a little piece of smalltalk.
From nowhere, Spitfire glared at the princess. With courage found who knows where, she took a step forward. "So now you are mad just because we happened to rape your little 'child'?" she asked without any cocky tone, but still curious to know what was going to happen to her. Soarin' widened his eyes at the yellow mare, hardly believing that his friend had the nerve.
But Celestia just closed her eyes with her smile still where it was, answering in her usually smooth voice.. "Oh no... I don't get mad, my dear subject...".
Her white eyelids flashed open, revealing the bloodshot, glower eyes hidden behind them. Her smile had turned into a maniacal grin, revealing all of her gritting teeth at the same time the air around her grew thick with hatred and bloodlust.
"Just absolutely livid..." she hissed with her shrunk pupils locked at both of the obnoxious ponies.
Both of them gasped in fear as the dreadful aura filled their senses. In just a second, their behinds met the hard floor in unison. Soarin's lips trembled and Spitfire's eyes released a tear, none of them had any plans on opening their mouths again if their lives were so at stake.
The alicorn mare closed her eyes and sighed, making the entire aura disappear in an instant. Her heart had raised in beats, thus forcing her to relax for just a second to calm it down again. Finally, Celestia opened her beautifully magenta eyes and smiled again.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just usually so good at keeping my temper" she said with a blush and waved a fore hoof at the frightened ex-wonderbolts. "However... there is something I want to show you. But only one at a time can come with me" the majestic mare said and looked back into the hallway.
The pegasi shivered with dread, fearing what was in the princess' mind right now. When her royal eyes glanced at them again, she opened her mouth. "Spitfire, let's start with you... shall we?" she stated.
Soarin', consumed by fear, crawled away from the mentioned pegasus mare. She was left alone in front of the empress, whimpering while Celestia used her magic to unlock the cell door...
The two female equines walked next to each other. The bigger one smiling with her glimmering horn, while the other frowned with a ethereal leash around her neck. Spitfire was already frightened to the bones, wishing she wasn't in this position Her mind was busy thinking about where they were going, but she didn't need to think about it for any longer.
"Here we are..." she stated to give the pegasus a hint that she should take a look. The yellow mare reluctantly turned her head, witnessing a most horrid displace.
"Hey, guys! Check this out! Check this the buck out! It's Spitfire, that bucking hot bitch from the Wonderbolts!" one of the bruiser stallions called out as he and a bunch of others in his size all gathered up behind the narrow bars. "Holy bucking shit! Now that's what I call fuck-meat!" another one out of the horde exclaimed among the chatter from the other prisoners in the same cell.
Spitfire gasped. Before her was a large cell filled with muscular stallions. All carried bruises, stains of blood, cuts, wounds and shaggy manes due to their constant fights in the filled, rectangular room. Most of them had crazed, widened eyes and drooled with wide-open mouths. The hollers escalated as more stallions packed up behind the others, all more then glad to see females after their long years of imprisonment.
Celestia glanced down at the trembling mare, knowing that she was filled to her brim with horror. Spitfire's voice let out a few whimpers as she saw every stallion devouring her with their eyes. They called out nasty words and sentences, insulting and degrading her with mere words. Their scents were thick with perspiration and what could have been testosterone.
"We organize all prisoners after what their major crimes were. There is one for thieves, abusers, murderers, etcetera. Now... can you guess which one this is?" she asked in sarcasm. It was way more then obvious this was the cell for all the rapists of Equestria.
The little mare could hardly hear what Celestia said when she talked. "Look into their eyes, Spitfire. Can you see it?" she asked yet again a little more serious this time. The yellow mare didn't answer, she just tried to keep her nervous breakdown in check.
The white alicorn dropped her smile, changing into a serious manner. "They are not in this saddening condition because they wanted to, you know. Everypony inside this cell have backgrounds that would give you nightmares" she said and looked down at the smaller mare again, forcing her attention to wake up. The yellow pegasus stared at her empress, still shaking like a cold leaf.
"Depression, addiction, violence, death and in some cases even torture. These are just a few things of what these poor souls have been forced to see in their youth. Most of them, however, recovers and enters a new and brighter life... which glads me...".
Spitfire took all the information inside her head. She couldn't and even less dared ignoring Celestia while she talked anymore.
The speaking princess sighed with a frown. "But some of these inside here are considered 'mentally incurable'. And I don't even want to remember what they have experienced... but I had to know" she stated and walked closer to the door.
The hoard slowly grew silent as the majestic mare came closer. The roars and hollers decreased to mere mumbles while their brutish behavior stilled. When Celestia stood right in front of the door, everypony inside the cell took a few steps back with their silent voices and neutral faces. Even if respect was no such thing for those criminals, their fear for the royal mare was equally high.
"I pity them all, because they don't know what regret is anymore. There is little they fear after what they have gone through..." she said and turned her head back to the leashed pegasus behind her. "You are nothing compared to those poor ponies. You have grown up a very exemplary and fine life. In other words... you know what fear is".
Suddenly, Spitfire felt her collar dragging closer to the mare, forcing her body forward.
"But still you did all those things to Rainbow Dash and lots of other ponies..." Celestia said while her magic collar around the yellow pegasus neck was dragged closer.
Spitfire's eyes widened, her sweat broke loose and fear tainted her heart.
"I can't pity you, my dear subject...".
Celestia focused her magic to unlock the cell door, opening it wide with the stallions inside patiently watching in awe.
"No... no, no, no no, NO, NO!" the pegasus mare screamed and shook her head as she finally understood what was going to happen. Her wings unfolded to struggle against with little success. She was chanceless against the alicorn's magic even though all her strength was used.
"... But I will help you remember, my dear Spitfire...".
Still screaming with tears in her eyes, Spitfire flew inside the cell due to her magic collar. She landed on her back with a hard thud while the ethereal material was dispelled from her neck. And to make it even worse, her hindlegs were accidentally wide spread, causing all the stallions in the cell to grin with growing exaltation between their own hindlegs.
"...You will learn what 'regrets' is..." Celestia said and closed the door. The lock clicked before she walked away with an oblivious face. And even though she heard the pegasus mare's desperate scream for help before the stallions wrestled her down to the floor, Celestia just closed her eyes as the sound from her hooves faded away from the hallway...
Soarin' rested on one of the makeshift beds, curiously wondering where the princess had taken his friend. If it was something they both were going to experience, it surely would be his turn soon. Perhaps something good, perhaps something bad, he thought and scratched his mane.
But suddenly his philosophizing got interrupted by a jingling noise. His head tilted up from the uncomfortable piece of bed to let him behold the most impossible sight in this dungeon.
A key! Resting on the floor just an inch from the cell door, there was a silver key with a size matching the lock on the iron bared blockade. Soarin's heart stilled for a moment as he sat up like the bed had caught fire. With little hesitation, he got up and walked to the door, inspecting if he actually was seeing the right thing.
And yes, it was indeed a key. The pegasus stallion thought that some guard probably dropped it from his keyring, but the hallway was silent and he couldn't remember any shadows passing by the same moment he heard the jingle from the little piece of silver.
But none the less, it was without doubt possibly his ticket out of here, so hesitation was the last thing on his mind. Since the bars were too narrow to let his hoof stick in between them, he tried with his tongue. And after just a slight amount of struggle, his sloppy organ successfully dragged the key closer to the small spring under the cell door. Its length was enough to stick out under the other side, and before he even knew it, the silver key was in his hooves.
Grinning like it was his birthday and Heart's warming day at the same time, Soarin' carefully checked if there were any guards nearby. But while listening for sturdy hooves hitting the floor, the pale blue stallion suddenly realized there was a painful scream coming from beyond the corner where Celestia took Spitfire.
He recognized the voice. He understood it was his friend's agony echoing through the entire prison. He knew she was in deep trouble.
Yet he had no thought about her while turning the key inside the lock, instead he was fully focused on hoping it was the right key. Leaving little to his disappointment, the lock clicked open. His grin widened even further while slowly opening the massive set of bars. Since the hinges went both ways, he pulled the door open so he could peep outside without getting noticed in case somepony was coming his way.
The coast was clear, not a guard as far as he could see. Soarin' pulled out the key from its hole and stuffed it in his left wing. A good hiding place and pocket if he would need it again.
But before he walked away, the pegasus glanced back from where the agonizing screams came from. Yes, what happened to her would probably happen to him too once it was his turn. "Everypony for themselves, Spitfire..." he said with a smile and sneaked away...
"No! Get of me! Leave me alone!" the yellow mare screamed as she tried to buck away the surrounding stallions around her. But with no chance of knocking them all away, she suddenly felt two of the grinning ponies grabbing her forelegs and pinning them down again to the floor. And once those were gone, her hindlegs were spread so wide it hurt her pelvis.
All the eyes and wide grins. The disgusting panting and unnerving chuckles. The foul stench and the hard hooves forcing out pain from her legs. Everything was recorded before her crying eyes, not a single detail got left outside, nothing of this would be forgotten.
"Well, well! If it isn't Spitfire!" one of the thinner stallions said as he walked up to stand with his fore hooves between her thighs. The mentioned mare turned her eyes to the stallion, almost recognizing him. "Remember me? Well I remember you! And your bucking little 'audition' with your pal Soarin'!" he yelled and got down on his hind knees before her exposed marehood.
Spitfire gasped in terror when she understood what this would be all about. But before her sobbing voice could say anything, her eyes shot wide-open from the brutal penetration sinking inside her reluctant flesh.
"Aaaahhh! No, please! Stop, stop! I beg you, stop!" she hollered out while the painful thrusting went deeper inside her body. The humping stallion laughed together with his crowd of thrilled friends.
"Stop! Ah ha ha ha ha! Did YOU stop when I begged you to do so? Buck no! You just told Soarin' to rut me harder so I would shut up before you joined him with a huge strap on! Payback's a bitch, huh?" the frustrated but still very satisfied pony yelled further while pounding his cock harder past the involuntary labia.
Spitfire cried from the overwhelming spear of flesh violating her nether, the pain pulsated through her senses to deliver a shockwave of pure horror inside her mind. She hated it, she didn't want it, she just wanted to get out of here. But the indescribable pain filling her was way too consuming to let her plan anything at all.
After a short moment with the huffing stallion still thrusting her hard and merciless, another pony from the crowd couldn't stand the heat anymore. With just a quick nod from his pal rutting the sour slit, the second male went up to the action.
After an even quicker adjustment, he had crawled under her back and let her body weight rest on his own. With some help from the busy stallion guiding the fat piece to the even more sensitive hole, Spitfire could now feel her pain being at least doubled... if not triple.
Her voice cracked from the mean intrusion through her heavily resisting sphincter, but the hard rod didn't give up. After just a hard thrust, the stallionhood went all the way inside the now wounded rectum. The mare felt something being ripped up, like a knife had cut her anal. Not too far from that fact, the thick cock had some blood on it when it slid out before violently ramming all the way inside again.
Spitfire cried and screamed so much that there was no room for begging. She had given up on that idea, knowing it was worthless. Even if the blood from her inside served as a rather good lubricant, the fat piece pounding her was way to big. Her rectum expanded to three times it size every time the new stallion thrust her, and when his forelegs reached up to embrace her waist, the rapid pounding increased in velocity.
The stallion ravaging her other hole was out of his senses from this wonderful moment, forcing him to reach out and slap Spitfire's face as hard as he could. "What is it, captain? I'm just trying if you're 'prepared for the future as a Wonderbolt'!" he roared to remind her of that line that had haunted him for several years. The bliss of getting revenge was so satisfying that it even reached his hard member.
After a loud gasp with a wide grin, he rammed his cock inside the poor marehood one last time, causing Spitfire to yell in shock as the seed filled up her inside. The white load coated her walls and rushed out from the tight cave at the same time the other stallion let go of his needy release. The second load of male fluid shot inside the warm rectum, blending into a disgusting concoction with the blood leaking from several wounds along her filthy bowl.
With a sigh, both of the stallion slipped out their still erect stallionhoods from the dripping slit and anal. "That was bucking nice, you little whorse!" the already standing one said and then looked at his cellmates while his friend crawled up from the floor. "She's all warmed up, guys! Anypony wanna try her?" the stallion yelled as the other ponies roared out in excitement and stomping hooves to the ground.
The abused mare breathed deeply, her dizziness had taken place and it was about to get so much worse. Minding the fifteen other hungry stallions waiting for their turn, this was far from over...
Soarin' couldn't believe his luck. After ten minutes of sneaking, he hadn't passed a single guard. And to top it off, he had found a wooden hatch in the floor after reaching the prison office. But as he used his mouth to pull the handle and open it, he heard voices from some guards. Luckily, the hatch was easy enough to open without making any creaking noises. One swift movement later, and he was inside a narrow tunnel with the opening behind him closed.
After the guards had passed by, Soarin' crept on his knees to go deeper inside the dark tunnel, begging for everything he knew of that it would lead him outside. It was pitch black, making it impossible to see even his own hooves, but he could still feel that the underpass was still wide enough for his body to fit.
Finally, after an additional five minutes of slow movements, the pegasus saw some thin rays of light in a distant. He gasped in exaltation and crawled faster even though his knees took some serious scrapings to the rocky underlay.
And when he finally reached where the rays came from, he realized it had no lock on the outside. With a gentle push, the door opened to present the sun in its full glory striking at the pale blue stallion.
He stuck out his head and saw the best surrounding of them all: a wide open area with the high Canterlot walls right behind the tiny hatch. It was a tunnel that lead directly from the prison out to the very definition of 'outside the border'. The pegasus crawled up with a panting breath, hardly understanding how all of this could have happened. But one thing was true: he was free!
Filled with exaltation and joy, Soarin' leaped up in the air and unfolded his wings, ready to fly away from this place for good. But something very unexpected halted him...
"Hey, are you going without thanking me?" a pony called out from the ground. The air-born stallion locked down in shock, first believing he was caught. "I help you escape, and then you leave without even saying thanks? That's not nice!" the pony called out again with an annoyed expression.
Soarin' studied the pony, trying to remember if he knew of it. And yes, he had seen it before... in the court. With only a shred of hesitation, he carefully dropped to the ground and stared at the pony appearing from nowhere. "That's better..." it said with a smile at the pale blue stallion.
"You... helped me escape...? Wait, did you..." he said before the other pony continued what he was about to say. "Left you the key, distracted the guards and removed the locks from both opening to the secret escape tunnels? Guilty as charged... even though I planned on letting both of you out. Sadly, Celestia was faster..." the pony said with a confident smile and turned its head to reach for something hidden behind the forelegs
Soarin' was left with a wide-open mouth, unable to actually believe what the pony before him said. How could this pony simply sneak down in the prison dungeon, distract the guards and prepare a perfect escape route for him?
But before he even had time to ask a question or even notice that the object the pony brought up actually was a baseball bat, he was already knocked unconscious...
Back in the cell, Spitfire could hardly breath with the fat monster inside her mouth, filling her mouth with a third round of cum escaping down her throat. She could finally cough once the stallionhood popped out from her mouth, letting her throw up the disgusting sauce.
As she turned her head to soak the floor with the combined mess of semen and stomach acid, she looked up at the remaining stallions yet to have gained their part of the fun. There were still four of them holding her legs down, but they were replaced after a while to take part too.
However, with sticky male cum all over her body, warm blood puddling up under her abdomen, a stomach repeatedly filled with sperm, smashed teeth, and all tears dried out from her tear ducts... the once proud and famous Spitfire had been reduced to a whimpering pile of fuck-meat for the imprisoned stallions fun.
"Had enough, bitch? There are lots more of us, and some are even getting hard again from seeing your miserable flank getting raped over and over again! Hah ha ha ha haa!" one of the stallions laughed while three new ponies gathered up around the violated mare, ready to pound their hard cocks inside her again. But before the fun could start, Spitfire's eyes rolled back as she fainted on the spot from the physical exhaustion and mental trauma haunting her.
"ENOUGH!" a hard and decided voice roared out from the cell door. All the stallions jumped in fear and turned their heads to the wide-open gate of bars. Celestia had returned.
All of the ponies walked away from the cum-soaked, unconscious Spitfire and stared at the royal alicorn walking up to the little mare. She looked down with an unamused expression and focused her horn. An ethereal coat surrounded the broken mare, levitating her up in the air as the princess threw a glance at the staring stallions.
"If all of you behave, you can have her again tomorrow..." she said and turned around to exit the cell. After a short moment of silence, Celestia could hear all the prisoners cheer out in joy all the way back to Spitfire's cell.
The white mare looked at the floating ex-wonderbolt as she walked along the hallway. She still felt nothing. Her feelings hadn't cooled down yet, and even if this alicorn didn't feel satisfied seeing Spitfire like this, she knew it was necessary.
Celestia would patch her up soon, after throwing her back to the cell and then taking Soarin' to the guards for their part of the fun...
With a nasty thud from the wounded pegasus mare hitting her back on the hard floor, the royal alicorn stared with widened eyes into the empty cell with its open door. The shock passed by her brain in an instant, soon forcing her to erupt an ear-piercing holler to call for the guards...
The pain throbbed deep inside Soarin's head. It had been a real good hit, sending him into sleep for an hour. His eyelids opened, only to be greeted by more darkness. Grunts and mumbles from the aching pain escaped his mouth, causing something else to happen.
In an instant, a lamp was turned on in the ceiling, blinding Soarin' for as second before he was fully awake from his unconscious state. The provided light allowed him to see the not so very nice underlay he was tied down to. Bracelets and leather straps held his head, waist and legs down to wide table. Not even his wings were free to move thanks to their own set of bracelets keeping them in place wide spread. It was at that moment Soarin' realized he was laying down on his back.
"What the... oww! Ugh... where the hay am I? Hello? Anypony there?" he finally called out in his increasing sense of insecurity and frustration. The feeling of being completely released from any ability to move embraced his mind with fear. All his muscles were locked, unable to do anything about his dreadful position. "Hey! Anypony? Where the bu-" the pale blue pegasus called out before something actually happened.
Suddenly, the pony he saw from before walked out from the darkness into the concentrated light from the lamp above his position. His eyes widened in shock and anger. "You! What the hay are you doing! Didn't you say you were going to help me?" he yelled with his feeling of fear took over more and more.
The pony smiled widely and sat down next to the tied down pony, looking down at him without blocking the lamplight. "I did. You have escaped the dungeon, right?" the pony asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Yeah, but why the buck do you then beat me down with a bat and then tie me to this..." he said before the pony planted a fore hoof over his mouth to silence him.
"Hey, at least let me ask a question too!" the slightly annoyed pony said with its smile still intact. Soarin' fell into a hush, and could now see when his ponynaper reached into the dark with its vacant fore hoof to grab a new object. The scrambling sounds from a hard metal plate could be heard before the object in mind was gripped.
When the tool in the pony's hoof was brought out to reflect the small amount of light coming from the lamp, Soarin' widened his eyes as the instant dread and anguish strangled his calm to death at the same time his first drip of sweat broke loose.
The pony looked at the tool with confused eyes and then back down at its suspended company.
"Do you know why they call it a hacksaw...?".
END
Author's Note:
Okay, here it is. It felt nice, REALLY nice to finally write a good, old rape scene again. Ugh... my spine shivers with excitement even though it didn't end up so detailed as I had planned ^^
And yes, there are a whole heap of references from a famous/infamous fanfic we all probably know of. And allow me to take the moment and THANK the author for writing it. Thanks to that fine piece of art, I decided to start writing my own fanfics of MLP :D
Well, I promised to make this chapter shorter then the others, thus the lack of more details. Sorry for that ^^'
Anyways: next up is Ponyville's Lusts again. I have this Idea I seriously must get of my mind before I over-think it an throw it away. I've been SO looking forward to write it, and I simply must make it real now! So I'll be right back next week with a brand spanking new chapter of PL...
AND BY THE WAY! Remember that this Celestia in PL and the Celestia in RP have totally different personalities, so don't mix them up now O_o
Brohoof on ya all!