Rainbow Dash was going stir crazy. She and Gilda had woken up in what was clearly a cell. The walls were heavy timber and the door looked like it could stop a charging Yak dead in his hooves. Bucking it caused not a single quiver and when Gilda tried to shred the walls and door with her claws the only result was to dull the razor sharp weapons.

Mind you, it was a very comfortable cell. Soft beds, a huge tub filled with a steady flow of warm water, and tasty meals shoved through a slot in the door at regular intervals. That did not change the fact that they were prisoners. Worse, they were both bored.

Neither girl would admit it, but given a choice between their current plush situation and the bondage and gang-bang they had endured, both of them would have chosen the gang-bang. While they didn’t discuss it, both reveled in the memory of the overwhelming sensations they had experienced, and would have not minded in the least if their captivity had contained regular doses of similar treatment.

Alas, such was not to be. Two full days passed without a single dick in sight before the sound of the lock on the door unfastening had both girls upright and ready to fight.

Just because they had enjoyed their gang-bang didn’t mean they were about to willingly endure another one. They had their pride.

They each vowed to themselves in the privacy of their own minds that they would sacrifice their body so that their friend could escape. They were perfectly willing to suffer the consequences, secure in the knowledge that while they had all their holes stuffed full of oversized cocks their friend would be safe.

“I’ll distract them. You make a run for it!” Two voices said in perfect synchronicity.

“What?” Both girls exclaimed as they twisted their heads to stare at each other.

Whatever might have come of it would never be known for the next instant a flood of naked females fell through the door and picked up both girls and carried them out to be scrubbed and prepped to an inch of their lives.

An hour later both Rainbow Dash and Gilda were bent over a padded pedestal with their legs spread wide and secured in place. Their tails were pulled up and forward and secured to collars circling their necks. Both girls had rings attached to their nipples, magically fastened in place, and those rings were tied together with a string that ran under the bench they were secured to. Any effort to lift their torsos free of the bench would drag at their sore nips.

The whole setup was situated on a platform that was several feet above the ground, making sure the large crowd surrounding them had a clear view of the proceedings.

Constrained as they were the girls could see little of the crowd, but they could see enough. There had to be a hundred males of various species leering at their vulnerable twats and assholes. Mixed among the males were maybe twenty females, it was hard to say, almost all of them were on their knees with a cock in their mouths so they sort of blended into the mass of males.

Dash hated to admit it, but this might be more than she could handle. A dozen griffins had left her nearly comatose. She wasn’t sure she could survive a gang-bang from a hundred males.

“Bet I get more of them off than you,” Gilda whispered.

Dash could hear the false bravado in Gilda’s voice, but it still shook her out her funk. “Nah, I’ll bet a barrel of cider I take more than you,” She tossed back at her friend. “With that beak of yours they got to be so careful shoving their dicks down your throat it’ll take them longer than with me.” Dash couldn’t help smacking her lips at the memory of the taste of griffin spunk. It wasn’t any apple cider, but it was still way tastier than she would have ever imagined. She felt heat between her legs and the feel of moisture trickling down her inner thighs. Her pelvis twitched and she just knew she was winking in invitation to all the males in behind her.

Just then the sound of wings cupping to catch the air sounded and their ponynappers slammed down on the platform right beside them. Dash felt a proprietary griffin paw stroke her ass as Gallus said in a husky voice. “Just ten more minutes cunt and you’ll be all mine for as long as I want you.”

“Damn. I don’t know if I can wait,” Garnet added as he gripped the base of Gilda’s tail. “I want to feel this ass wrapped around my cock again.”

“You lucky bastards,” a voice from the crowd yelled out, and was instantly followed as just about every male in the audience raised their voices to yell insults and slurs at the two males fondling Dash and Gilda. The general gist of was that the two of them didn’t deserve two fine cock socks and the male in question would have been a much better owner.

Both Galus and Garnet smirked at the crowd and posed with their soon to be personal cum buckets.

A large elderly elk used the stairs to climb up onto the platform. He shaded his eyes and looked up at the sky. “Just a few more minutes boys and you’ll be owners and slaves,” he remarked. “You fucking lucky little pricks.”

“Yeah, yeah, old bastard. Just because this little dinky town couldn’t come up with the asking price don’t blame us.”

“Maybe we could have if you hadn’t demanded ten times what a good slave is worth.”

“Hey, these are two of the finest bits of cock pockets you’ll ever find. Now get out the papers so me and Gallus can sign and take them home.”

“Just a minute. Got to do this right. Five more minutes and if no rightful owner shows up to claim his lost sluts they’re yours.”

“Oh, come on,” Gallus growled, slipping a finger up Dash’s ass and wiggling it around. She couldn’t help but buck her rear back at his hand in response to the stimulation even as she cursed him for it. “These poor girls have been two days without a cock. That’s cruel.”

“Can’t be helped. Rules are rules. And it ain’t like they’re males. Going without for a few days only makes them too horny to think of anything but dick, won’t kill them like you or me.”

Garnet looked up at the sky and muttered, “Come on, come on,” as he fisted his painfully erect cock and played with Gilda’s cunt. For her part Gilda shouted a string of insults that had more to do with the fact that he wasn’t sticking his cock in her than with the fact he was taking advantage of her helpless state.

A cheerful chant started in the crowd. “Come on real owner. Come on real owner. Don’t let these lucky fuckers keep them.”

Garnet and Gallus shot them a finger with their free hands. “Suck it losers. These twats are ours, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”

“No they’re not. They’re my friends.” A bass voice boomed out from above and a moment later a huge batwinged pony thudded down on the platform his yellowish wings nearly knocking the elderly elk into the crowd before he furled them.

“He means they’re his cock sockets and he’s hear to collect the stupid twats.” A very familiar voice said and Rainbow Dash’s eyes threatened to bulge out of her head as she saw an exact duplicate of herself come in to land right next to the oversized batpony Dash had last seen in Equestria getting a blowjob from Fluttershy.

“What the fuck is going on here.”