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“Go ahead, Slutfilly. I want you to hit me with everything you’ve still got.”
Snips got down to one knee, more to the level of the filly he spoke to. To her, Snips use to be much shorter.
Superfilly knew it had to be a trick, but she couldn’t imagine what kind. When last she saw him, he had been her age. In just a month since her capture, he had grown twice her size, aged somehow faster, and seriously bulked up. He was almost intimidating to look at.
The smaller heroine looked unsure as she kept one hand in front of her, holding the front of her skirt down, while her other hand worked her fingertips into her seamless black collar. Snips was naked, and looked defenseless.
Behind him was the unlocked door of her cell, and the chance for freedom.
Superfilly had to take the chance.
“That’s not my name…” she growled, approaching Snips cautiously.
“It is now,” Snips challenged, not looking the least bit worried.
Superfilly felt her anger rise, and took quick steps towards Snips, swinging a solid right punch into Snips’ face.
The punch wasn’t blocked. Snips’ head turned sharply to the side, and Superfilly followed up with an uppercut to his chin. It too connected.
Adrenaline kicked in. The slave collar kept her powers weakened all the time, and her fists hurt from the hits, but she pressed on her attack.
Snips stayed on one knee while Superfilly unleashed a month’s worth of frustration and anger at him. She aimed every punch to his face, and connected every time. He never tried blocking or fighting back, and Superfilly didn’t stop to question why. Whatever he had planned, she was going to beat the crap out of him first.
With one final kick between his thick legs, Snips finally went down, letting out a sharp grunt of pain as he did.
He was out of the way, and the unlocked door of her cell was unguarded. Hope was swelling in Superfilly’s chest as she ran past Snips.
She tripped midway. A bind of pale yellow magic engulfed her right foot, glowing in time with the magic from Snips’ horn as he pulled himself up. As soon as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by Snips’ large right hand, pulling Superfilly towards him and raising her skirt to reveal she wore nothing underneath.
“No!” Superfilly yelled, trying to cover herself with her hands as she sent a swift kick to Snips’ face. He winced, but stood up, picking up and holding Superfilly upside down.
“Is that it?” he asked, rubbing his cheek with his free hand as Superfilly squirmed in his shockingly strong hold. He held her up with ease, taking time to admire Superfilly’s bare ass as she kept the front of her skirt pulled to cover her sex. “No heat vision? No arctic breath? Not even a little flying?”
Superfilly didn’t know what he meant, but before she could try to break his steel like grip on her ankle, Snips swung her forward by her leg, tossing the small heroine into a wall with enough force to make a sickening thud. Superfilly left out a sharp cry of pain as she fell hard to the ground.
She was slow to move after that, the air driven out of her, tears welling up in her eyes, blinding pain in the back of her head. How in Equestria had he done that?
“I won’t lie, you still hit hard. I guess a kryptonite-lined collar can only do so much to you,” Snips said as he approached Superfilly. “I honestly like you better when you can put up a fight, though. When I take you home, I won’t use much of that synthetic kryptonite on you, unless you really misbehave.”
She could feel him standing right over her. She was still dazed, but not so much that she wasn’t thinking of a way to still escape. She launched herself to the side, looking to try once again to run past him and reach the door. He grabbed her cape, yanking her back to him and wrapped those thick muscular arms around her in a tight, unbearable squeeze.
“I’m doing this all for your own good, you know?” Snips asked as he squeezed Superfilly tight. His chest felt like a brick wall to her. She could barely squirm in his hold, barely breath for that matter. She bit down hard on his arm, the only real attack she could manage. Even after tasting the iron of his blood on her tongue, his grip wouldn’t loosen.
She kicked her legs out, trying to hit him. It didn’t last long, as his magic took hold of her ankles, lifting her legs up against her will. Snips sat them both down, moving his arms up and over her raised legs, while pushing his hands on the back of Superfilly’s head.
He had her in a submission hold, one she couldn’t squirm out of, as her arms were pinned behind her back and legs. Worse yet, with how he pushed her head down, she could see how her raised legs also lifted her skirt up, and how it was already mere inches from his erection.
“N-no! You can’t!” Superfilly struggled, panic racing in her heart as she tried to pull away from the iron hold Snips had on her.
“I can. You however, can’t stop me. You tried, I let you try, and it wasn’t enough. Do you get it now, Slutfilly?”
The slippery wet tip of Snips’ cock pushed on the puffy lips of Superfilly’s pussy, making her struggle and squirm harder. He was as big as a caribou.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you learn. Every day even. I promise, you’ll learn.”
Snips spoke soft and sweetly while he eased the struggling little heroine onto his rod, slowly spread her open. She screamed, helpless to do anything but watch as he filled her small dry pussy inch by painfully thick inch.