The next week in Manehattan and nearby Cloudspire was very tense. Celestia had arrived to speak with the two cities’ governors, bringing with her two companies of Royal Guards, who were set up in a ring around the ground city. Celestia was taking no chances, screening all those that entered and left.

Keeping Cloudspire secure were several airships from an ERAF squadron, at the heart of which sat the largest vessel, three times as big as the others. This did not belong to the same group as the others, nor were they any aircraft that bore the same markings, for this was Luna’s personal warship, the ERAF NIGHTMARE.

Thanks to the new security measures, a few small time criminals had their past catch up to them, but the rest of the population willingly submitted, for it was their home that was attacked as well. The ponies soon became accustomed to seeing a squad of guards patrolling the streets with a small airship covering from above, and eventually even the colts and fillies that were in awe of the sight began to ignore it.

Which is why in one little house in the northern bay area, the occupants paid no attention to the engine that hummed above the roof. Kneeling on the floor in the guest room, Spike gave muffled hums as he looked up at Sweetie Belle, the large ballgag keeping him quiet. He couldn’t move, as his ankles were bound to his thighs and his wrists behind his back. To take even more control, Sweetie Belle had locked a cage around his cock, preventing him getting an erection, all because he tried to peek at what was under a towel on the bed.

So he had to watch as Sweetie took her time to get ready, frustrating him with a show of fingering herself in the shower. Spike shifted his arms around, desperate to get free, but the rope was tied too well, the drake giving a frustrated grunt.

The shower shutting called his gaze back to the open bathroom door, Sweetie Belle stepping out with a towel around her body and her mane hanging flat. Lighting her horn, she picked up her husband in her magic and floated him to the bed, placing him down on his back. A flash and a click from his crotch, followed by the cage falling away a moment later made him groan happily, the strain on his shaft removed.

“I’ve got a treat for you today, darling,” Sweetie Belle said as she began to stroke Spike’s semi hard cock, giving him a sultry smile as she stared into his eyes. “Remember when we had that mold of you made? You wanted to know why. This is why.” She pulled the towel away from the bed, Spike’s eyes going wide when he saw the hidden item. “You like it? I wanted you to feel what I feel… but if only if you want to…”

Spike looked back and forth between his wife and the item, then gave a chuckle and nodded. With a delighted squeal Sweetie dropped her towel and grabbed the object. “I must say, Spike, I wasn’t sure if you’d like this.” Wrapping the first strap around her waist, she made sure the shaft that imitated her husband’s own was correctly placed, then pulled the crotch strap up through her legs.

She bit her lip as the dildo on the inside pushed into her pussy, making sure to keep eye contact with her husband, who was smiling back around the gag. Once the straps were secured, Sweetie grabbed a bottle of clear liquid and popped the cap, squeezing some onto the strap on, using her free hand to ensure the entire surface was coated with the slippery substance. Once she was satisfied, she poured a little on her fingers and ran them around Spike’s twitching pucker, then slipped them inside.

Wiping her hand on the towel, she then took hold of Spike’s knees and pressed forward slowly, watching him clench his eyes shut and his fangs dig into the gag as he was filled with a likeness of himself. He tensed in his bonds as she pushed in deeper, letting go of the breath he was holding when she stopped.

Spike opened his eyes when he felt something slide over his cock, and he looked down to see himself surrounded by a thick rubber tube. Giving him a wink, Sweetie Belle drew back slightly, making the tube move up his shaft as if he had pulled out of his mare, and as she pushed back in a little, the sleeve moved down him.

Sweetie started off slow, giving deep, gentle thrusts, letting her husband get used to the feeling of being penetrated. She leaned forward, reaching her hand around his head and then pressing her lips against his when the gag popped out, their tongues playfully wrestling for dominance. When she pulled away, she stroked his cheek and stared into his eyes. “I hope you’re ready now.”

“I am, mistress.”

“Good.” Securing the gag once more, Sweetie stood back up and held onto Spike’s knees, drawing back slowly before slamming in hard, repeating the motion. With every thrust-in her husband made a muffled grunt, accompanying her moans as the shaft inside of her vibrated and shifted at the same time.

Hard and fast the mare went, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she panted from the physical exertion, and it wasn’t long until she was reward with Spike arching his back and his eyes going wide as his body tensed up. His cock began to twitch, and from the top of the sleeve came spurt after spurt of his seed, which splattered the young drake from snout to stomach… but Sweetie Belle was not impressed.

“Did you just come without permission?”

Spike blinked a couple of times then looked his wife in the eyes, giving a shrug. “Umph… noph, miphtreph.”

“I think you did. Now before I punish you, you can finish me off.” Easing herself out of Spike, Sweetie stripped the strap on from her waist and placed it into a waiting bucket of warm water. She then climbed onto the bed and slid up her husband’s body until she reached his face, where she removed the gag once more. “Please your mistress, and I may be lenient.”

She placed her crotch on his snout, and he immediately sent his tongue wriggling into her depths, his lips chewing on her lower set. Sweetie bit her lip as she began to moan, lifting her hands to her breasts and massaging them firmly, giving her nipples the occasional squeeze.

If there was one act her drake was amazing at, it was getting her off orally, and it didn’t take long for her to throw her head back with a scream, Spike still wiggling his muscle around inside of her even as she rode through her orgasm, her love juices leaking into his open mouth. Keeping him firmly between her legs, Sweetie looked down with a sly grin, her horn glowing.

“Your punishment will not be as bad as the original one, as you have pleased me. What you shall do instead…” Spike gave a groan as he saw the outfit hovering above his mare, knowing just how she planned to humiliate him. “Your parents’ house is a mess, Spikey-wikey, and it pleases me to know just how much you’ll love being their new maid!”

In an unassuming section of woods just outside Manehatten, there stood a rather old log cabin. A secret door in the basement of this building led to a small cave. This cave was inhabited by a single naked pegasus stallion, who was unable to move. His limbs were spread and stretched out painfully, forming a giant X shape against the rocky wall. Around his neck and buckled so tightly it was beginning to dig in was a leather collar. To any outside observer it simply looked too tight, but this wasn’t the whole truth, for the inside was lined with sharp spikes that had already pierced the skin.

As if that wasn’t enough, the two pieces of rebar stuck through his abdomen had remained in place. His snout was caked in dried blood, and one of his eyes was badly swollen shut, yet he still remained silent. Upon hearing the secret door creak open, the pegasus lifted his head and began to smirk, knowing the fun was about to start once again.

Into the cave stepped two large pegasi stallions, both glaring at him, but this time there was a third pony with them. The restrained stallion’s eyes went wide as an orange furred pegasus mare, not even shoulder height of the two stallions, stepped from around them, her features expressionless as she moved closer.

“I understand you are not being very cooperative, so I am here to make a deal. A name, place, or anything useful, and your suffering can end.”

“Go fuck yourself, ‘Princess of the Pegasi’.”

Scootaloo sighed in frustration, stepping a bit closer. “I had these two hold back to ease your pain. But I don’t really need them to do this. You see,” she said, as she lazily drifted a finger over his bare chest. “I’ve been reading up a lot on the history of Pegasopolis, seeing as ruling the city and our race is my birthright. But you… you have no honour, and are not worthy of being called a ‘pegasus’.” Scootaloo’s hands moved to the stallion’s wings, taking a feather each. “You… tried to kill me.”

A extremely pained scream echoed in the cave as Scootaloo ripped one of the feathers free, ignoring the spurt of blood that sprayed the wall. Behind her, Boreal Spear saw Arctic Halberd wince, setting his hand on his friend’s shoulder; he easily worked out his fellow soldier remembered the time he had a wing injury and needed his feathers removed quickly in order to save the limb… and there wasn’t enough time for sedation or anesthetic.

“You tried to kill Pipsqueak!” Another feather out and another scream. “Rarity! Blueblood! Fluttershy! Pinkie Pie! Arctic Halberd! Boreal Spear!” Every name Scootaloo shouted out was accompanied by a feather being forcibly removed and a scream, the mare stopping with tears running down her cheeks. “T-those are the names of the ponies you almost killed” Scootaloo took a hand full of primaries in each hand and tugged hard, pulling a bunch free in one go, the scream much, much louder. “T-that was for… W-Winter Tundra, and all the ones who lost their lives!”

Stepping back with a sniff, Scootaloo turned to Halberd and Spear, giving them a nod. She walked past them and they moved towards a small fireplace in the cave, grabbing a red hot poker each and looking over the bleeding parts of the restrained stallion’s wings.

As soon as she was free of the cave and basement, Scootaloo fell to the floor and broke down sobbing, not even registering the arms that wrapped around her and held her close. She lay there for what felt like hours until her tears ran dry, her chest heaving. She felt a hand gently brushing her mane and the tight embrace she was in, finally turning to look at the pony holding her.

“Shh, just relax. They’ll get what they need.” Pipsqueak gave her a gentle smile and kissed her forehead, the mare wrapping her arms around his neck and holding tightly. “Um… Scoots? I can’t get us both up anymore, remember?”

Pulling away with a sniff, Scootaloo looked down at Pip’s left leg, which was still in a cast. There was a very slim chance Pipsqueak would be able to walk without a stick, but it was less than one percent. Pushing herself up, she helped him stand and they entered the lounge of the cabin, where they sat on the couch and pressed against each other’s side.

“Your majesty, excuse the intrusion.” Scootaloo looked to the doorway, nodding at Just Cause, who stood awaiting her attention. “We have just apprehended a mare who approached and refused to leave. She is insistent on speaking with you.”

“Give me a moment, then bring her in.” Just nodded and left the cabin, whilst Scootaloo moved into a washroom and made herself presentable. Upon returning to the lounge, she found a cloaked pony stood in the middle of the room, the black snout of a white muzzle sticking out from under the hood. “The guard said you needed to see me.”

“Greetings I bring you, my Princess Scootaloo.” The pony lifted up a hand and lowered the hood, revealing a black and white striped face, with a flowing white mane. Heavy footsteps in the hall drew the room’s attention, the two ponies that appeared in the doorway reaching for their lightning-head spears, but the mare held up her hand. “Warriors of Pegasoplis be still, for my intent bears no ill.”

“You,” Spear started with a growl, stepping forward as his arm relaxed a little, but not much. “Are wearing a Shadowbolt alchemist cloak. You can not be trusted.”

“Am I to blame, for the ancient Shadowbolts’ shame? I am kindred with you,” the mare reached up and unclasped her cloak, letting it fall to the floor and revealing her body clad in a loose robe, causing a couple of shocked gasps. “For I have wings too.”

Indeed, a pair of white wings with the odd black feather spread from her back, causing Spear and Halberd to hesitate. Scootaloo, however, stepped closer to the mare with a frown, walking around her as she looked over her body.

“Your mother or father must be a pegasus. Which is it?”

“My father is of pegasi blood.”

Taking to the one of the single chairs in the room, Scootaloo waited until Spear and Halberd were either side of her and Pip behind her seat before she spoke again. “You know, a Shadowbolt alchemist turning up so soon after certain items were used in an attempt on my life is suspicious. How do I know you’re not here to finish the job?”

“Why would I do that?.”

“Wait, why did you stop rhyming?”

“I didn’t even know I was rhyming. It comes from studying with my mother.” Seeing Scootaloo’s confused look, she reached into her cloak and pulled out a small bit of paper, passing it over. “You know my mother, an expert in Everfree flora and fauna, by the name of Zecora.”

Scootaloo nodded and pointed to the couch, the mare sighing as she sat down. “Firstly, what is your name? Secondly, how exactly do you plan to do here?”

“My name is Zocha, and I am going to help by using the very substances your assassins did. Tell me,” Zocha started, turning her gaze to the brown eyes of Boreal. “What ever happened to the Shadowbolt alchemist who was forced to put you into the clouds?”

“I do not know, but I know he was one of the few who remained loyal to the crown, yet always treated like a criminal.”

“He escaped. Used the same method to hide himself in a cloud, one which drifted for the centuries until it was time.”

“Hold on now,” interrupted Scootaloo, eyes narrowing at Zocha. “If you’re Zecora’s daughter, how come we never met you? Or she never mentioned you for that matter?”

“A pony can not have a private life anymore, is that what you are saying, your majesty?” Zocha allowed a slight smirk to appear on her otherwise stoic face as Scootaloo’s cheeks reddened, and she could tell it was embarrassment, not anger. “As you might well know, my mother moved from the Everfree Forest a few years ago. I met up and travelled with her, whilst my father offered his services as a potions master to the griffons during a time of great sickness.”

“When can you begin?”

“My cart is outside, and stocked to the brim. I can begin immediately.”

“Spear, Halberd,” Scootaloo said as she stood up. “Show our new friend here to our guest.”

“At once, your majesty,” they replied in unison, waiting for the zebra-pegasus to move, one in front of her and the other behind.

Soarin looked around in confusion, trying to see which of his fellow Wonderbolts might be messing with him. His flight suit was not where he left it hanging, and he was expecting to find it filled with jello or peanut butter… again.

Closing his locker and double checking to make sure it was actually locked, he began to look around the room, trying to find his missing suit. After a good ten minutes looking around, he stepped into the Wonderbolts’ ready room, finding it empty of other ‘bolts and their luggage. Frowning, he went to alert security to a possible intruder, but was stopped when a familiar voice came from behind him.

“Looking fer somethin’, sugarcube?”

Turning around, Soarin’s mouth dropped open as he beheld his mare, who was dressed in his missing clothing. Given her job, the form fitting suit only accentuated her well toned body, especially the way the leg parts clung to her strongly defined muscles, and just under her hat sat a pair of goggles.

Stepping forward, Applejack wrapped her arms around Soarin’s neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. When their lips broke apart, Soarin shook off his shock and returned the embrace, holding her against him. “You look great, but you always do.”

Applejack giggled and lightly slapped the stallion’s chest, then lay her head on his shoulder. “Smooth talkin’ colt, ain’t ya? So, now Ah’m dressed, wanna take me for a flight?”

“Yes, actually.” Applejack pulled away and stared at Soarin in confusion, but he just winked at her and took her hand, leading her into the locker room. Opening his up, he dug around inside until his hands found what he was after, pulling out a silver pendant with a feather inscribed into it. “Here, put this on.”

She did as asked, feeling a slight tingle over her body as the pendant gave off a faint blue glow, but Soarin offered no explanation as he grabbed his goggles and donned them, then took Applejack’s hand and guided her to a balcony.

“Hold on tight,” Soarin said as he wrapped his arms around Applejack, then spread his wings. Holding the mare close, he took off, flying straight up until he was level with the clouds, making several passes before dropping Applejack from his grip.

The mare screamed as she was falling through the air, but then let out a grunt as the cloud below her gave way a little then pressed back, supporting her weight. Slowly standing, Applejack turned with a scowl as Soarin landed next to her, a grin on his face.

“That ain’t funny. How am Ah on this ‘ere cloud?”

“That pendant is enchanted with the featherweight spell, meaning that right now these clouds weigh more than you.”

“Oh Ah see.” Keeping her glare up for just a moment longer, Applejack suddenly pounced at Soarin and knocked him to the cloud, straddling his lap. “So ya just thought you’d bring me all the way up here an’ what? Sweet talk me?”

“Well, if that’s what you want… but just thought you’d enjoy sex on a cloud.” Soarin smirked as Applejack tried to retort, instead pressing into a passionate kiss, the stallion wrapping his wings around her back. Pulling away, she rested her head on his shoulder, looking to the west as the sun began to dip below Mt Equus.

“Sugarcube?”

“Hmm?”

Applejack pushed herself up so that she could look Soarin in the eyes, to gauge his reaction from what she was about to propose. “Ah’ve been thinkin’... mah body clock ain’t slowin’ down, an’ soon it’s gonna be too late. Seein’ how happy mah sis is… Soarin, Ah… want… Ah want…”

“Okay.” Reaching up, Soarin gently stroked Applejack’s cheek, then sat up himself and kissed her softly. “I’ve been thinking about asking you for awhile, but… I promised my parents I’d be married before I had a foal. So how about it? Do you want to be Mrs Soarin Smokestack?”

“You… want to marry lil’ old me?” Soarin had barely nodded when Applejack pushed him back down, mashing their lips together much more aggressively. She pulled away with his bottom lip between her teeth, stretching it as far as she could without damage before letting go. “Ah guess Ah could get used to a featherbrain bein’ mah husband. Now, where’s this sex you promised?”

Hearing the challenging tone in her voice, Soarin grabbed her shoulders and rolled her off of him, flipping her onto her stomach. Applejack gave a low growl, trying to push back, but Soarin settled himself down on her back, his hands locked around her wrists so that she couldn’t move her arms; although she was in fact the stronger of the two, she didn’t want to test the limits of the pendant, so barely fought back.

Applejack giggled as she felt his hand move up her chest, pulling the zipper of the flight suit down and through her crotch, exposing her to the cool evening air. She heard Soarin undo his pants and a moment later felt him against her flesh, pushing back a little to slide her pussy along his cock.

Wrapping her tail around his wrist and grabbing her dock in the same hand, Soaring held Applejack in place as he pushed in, giving her tail a tug when she tried to pull away; he knew the routine, if she didn’t pull away, she wanted loving. If she pulled away, she wanted a rough rutting, and he’d happily oblige her either way.

Knowing how she liked the rough play, Soarin thought he’d try something new, grabbing her mane and giving it a tug back. The reaction was immediate, Applejack’s head rolling back as the mare let out a pleasure gasp, and he knew it wasn’t from vaginal stimulation, as he wasn’t even a third of the way in yet.

Pulling hard on her tail, he forced her backwards, her legs spreading a little wider as his shaft pushed in all the way, Applejack giving a low moan. He then started in earnest, and with every thrust in would pull her mane back, making her pleasured tones change to something harsher. Soarin gave a quick look around, as Applejack’s sounds of passion would carry over the air for a fair distance at this altitude, but they were very much alone.

Trading an increase in strength of his thrusts for a little lesser speed, Soarin slammed in so hard he made Applejack jolt forward a little, which resulted in her tail and dock being tugged hard. He began to alternate how he pulled her hair, never doing mane and tail at the same time, being rewarded with Applejack screaming out in pleasure.

Her walls clamped down much more strongly on his cock than they ever had before, and with one more forceful push in, aided by pulling her back by both her mane and her tail, let out a grunt as he released wave after wave of his seed into her. He tried to pull out when he thought he was done, but Applejack didn’t let him free, her hungry pussy milking him for everything he had.

After a few moments he was finally released, falling to the cloud next to Applejack and panting away, looking to his mare with a smirk. She wiggled around so that she was pressed against his side, leaning over to press her lips to his softly.

“Sugarcube, Ah want you to rut me like that again sometime.”

Soarin gave a chuckle, covering the mare with a wing as she settled her head on his shoulder, giving a happy sigh. “I’ll be sure to remember that. You wanna go back or rest up for a while?” His answer came in the form of light breathing, and he looked to the mare with a raised eyebrow, seeing her eyes shut. “Rest it is.” He kissed her forehead, then lay back and closed his own eyes, his body warmed by the mare next to him.

Author's Notes:

Yay, torture of a prisoner! There's a reason I added the dark and gore tags.