It didn't take long for her to discover that most grownups didn't exactly approve of her viewing such images, but by that time she'd discovered clopping, and nothing was going to get between her and good clop material! Of course, that meant she had to be a very bad filly since grownups seemed not to like clopping either. If she was going to be very bad, well then, she might as well chuck the whole rulebook when she was sure she could get away with it. Soon she was staying up late not just to clop but to discover new things to clop to like stories and grainy videos, and that led her to some very dark and creepy corners of the ponynet.
One of the first things she learned was that some grownups are weird. Really weird. Like "Why would you even do that?" kind of weird. Then again, she was hardly one to talk considering the reaction her friend had to the pictures and stories she liked. It would've all amounted to nothing more than an awkward foalhood for her if she hadn't started wondering if she was the only foal to like such things. Wondering lead to search queries, and search queries led to her first image of a filly even younger than her all tied up and blushing but also very clearly aroused.
Of course, not all of the pictures and stories involving foals were so nice, she was young and thought nothing really bad could ever happen to her. She always remembered that first picture and started wanting that to be her. She got to chatting and learned things, clubs and societies for ponies interested in fillies like her. In fact, she got to RPing with other mares and fillies playing out all sorts of dark fantasies from the safety that can only come from being on the other side of a network connection.
It was great, but the societies existed for a reason, and soon Clicky was wondering if the reality could be as good as the stories and scenes. More than one suggested she come meet them somewhere, and as nervous as she was about it, she also wanted to do try it out for herself. It was only a matter of time then before she finally got serious about it and started working out details of where, when, and how. She made sure to get plenty of reference pictures so she'd know what the girl looked like - a lovely pegasus filly just a couple years older than her. It seemed like a perfect plan - she'd meet the girl in the food court of the local mall so they could both see that the other one was for real.
Finally the time came, the start of a three day weekend, an hour before lunch so the food court was busy but not packed. Just as promised, the older filly was waiting there alone when Clicky arrived, and across the crowded room the pegasus she knew only by her online handle Nympho-Stratess smiled then picked up her duffel bag and headed for the restroom. Clicky headed the same way, and they met inside.
They took only a moment to make sure they were alone in there before doing as they agreed. The pegasus opened her duffel and started pulling out handfuls of paper which she shoved in the trash. Meanwhile Clicky stripped out of her clothes and bundled them up then handed them to Stratess who in turn put them in her purse. The now naked filly then took the offered cuffs, fastened them on herself, then climbed into the duffel bag...and that's where it all went wrong for her.
As she was squeezing in, she felt something soft and moist squish between her legs. Before she could react, Stratess had kicked the bag right between her legs where a very tiny but fierce black cloud as waiting. Her kick shot a bolt straight up into the filly and left her twitching. She quickly fitted leg binders onto Clicky then stuffed her halfway into the bag, sitting atop the tiny, tingling cloud, pointing out what a very bad idea it would be to squirm.
Then came the second surprise as she too stripped, then opened one of the stalls she'd checked and reported as empty. Inside was a unicorn woman with a small paper bag which she handed over. Taking the bindings out of the bag then throwing the bag away, Stratess restrained herself as she'd restrained Clicky and climbed into the duffel with her. Slipping her cuffed arms up over Clicky's head then ducking under her arms to lock them together, she tilted her head back knowing what was coming next.
Before Clicky could quite recover, a thick, double-ended dildo was shoved in her muzzle and Stratess' head was then roughly gripped and shoved onto the other end. Attached straps slipped around both fillies' muzzles and heads ensuring neither one would be removing it easily. Then it was just a matter of zipping up the bag, casting a quick glamor on it to make it look like an arm load of boxes, and the unicorn carried the two right out the door.
She only later discovered that the pegasus was a slave, and her friend had stood waiting, balancing atop a stool, her arms and wings bound, chains fastened between her nipple and clit piercings and the re-purposed garage door opener above. If she ran, it would only take a special text message and her friend would suffer. If she failed, they both would suffer. If she succeeded, she and her friend would get to spend the night alone together - one with a long chain linking her ankle cuffs to a bed and the other with her wrists cuffed behind her, but otherwise they would be free for the night and perhaps part of the morning. The new filly had to be broken after all.
And break her she did. Oh, not completely because where's the fun in that? No, just enough to make her feel utterly helpless, teasing her to within a heartbeat of orgasm then pulling back. Over and over again the unicorn repeated it until Clicky was so horny she couldn't full calm down no matter how long she was left to cool off. That's when her new Mistress spanked her cunny until she climaxed. She let the sobbing filly collect her wits for a moment then did it again to 'prove' to the girl that she was a pain slut and a born slave. It helped that the bag had contained a rather potent aphrodisiac as well. Finally she left the girl chained to the wall to cry herself to sleep, and as an afterthought, she snapped a clip onto the girl's clit setting off another micro-climax.
Finally though the exhausted filly did sleep, and it was a long, albeit not very comfortable but quite dreamless sleep. When she awoke many hours later, she was stiff, sore, and thoroughly miserable, and while the orgasms were everything she could have hoped for, she was ready to go home now. That's not the way it works in the real world though. You don't get to put the book down because it's inconvenient, uncomfortable, humiliating, or just plain boring. And so the tired filly waits, wondering if the unicorn's forgotten about her, wondering if she'll starve to death, wondering if she'll get out of this before she's a grownup, wondering if she'll get a chance to cum like that again, wondering...if she knew then what she knows now, would she still have done it? Those were some amazing orgasms.
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