It was nighttime in Canterlot. Going home from a long day at the office, Lumivas was walking down a dimly lit stone street that had either side packed with closed shops, her hoofsteps the only noise around. The situation was greatly convenient to two ponies in an alley she was about to walk by the entrace of, and when she did, one of them spoke to her. The red earth stallion had a brown mane that at the front got just about to the top of his eyes and at the back went down to his shoulders, and he had a long, straight tail. His voice was slightly deep and sounded mildly amused, like the confident leader of an organised crime group. "Madam, are you free tonight?" She looked at him. It wasn't the first time someone had ever asked to have a night with her with no context, but the previous times were in a park or bar or somewhere else where it was, though certainly a bit weird, not instantly saying sketchy. "Yes. Why d—" "Good." He took a few quick steps forward, bit down on her tail, and dragged her into the alley. She tried for a few seconds to get some leverage on the ground and pull herself away, but all that came of it was her legs flailing. Her next move was to grab his jaw with her magic and pull it down, which did see her get free for the second he spent turning around before he tackled her. She never quite got up fully. "If we see your horn glow, one of us will slit your throat," he said in a polite tone with an almost unnaturally steady cadence, the sort of thing one might expect of a customer service pony reciting a script. They had never actually killed anyone and didn't want to, but that sort of threat tended to keep the victims in line. He got up, took her tail, and dragged her the rest of the way to the back, which was lit by a couple of candles on a square table about a metre across. The wooden table also had a pack of cards, two glasses, two wooden chairs across from each other, and under it some cloth bags full of something she figured she shouldn't ask about. Sitting on one of the chairs was the other stallion, a pegasus with a coat of a somewhat light grey and a mane of a somewhat dark grey that covered the top and most of the back of his head. His tail was short and spiky, and would have looked messy if the angles weren't all so similar to each other. Their cutie marks were nothing suspicious: the red one had a fondue fork, the grey one a fairly generic grey lump he frequently had to explain was a stone. The red one, Strawberry Dipper, released her and took the other seat. She got up and looked at him then the other with a bit of wide-eyed surprise and fear, though far from shock or anxiety. Both of them had mildly smug expressions, not making any attempt to appear well intentioned. "What do you want with me?" "A good time," Dipper said. "You know, we saw a mare we liked the look of and we decided to talk to her. Nothing odd." "So why didn't you talk to me instead of pulling me into a dark alley?" "Well, no one gives us a chance. Like you said, we come from a dark alley. So at one point we got a bit more forceful. You've never pushed a friend into a conversation, or maybe been happy in the end about how assertive a stranger was?" "Not really. Besides, just talking to someone is different from... this. And it doesn't help that this neighbourhood practically feels deserted tonight." "We don't like places where there are too many ponies around." He pushed the things on the table over to one edge. "Someone might come and help." "Help with what? Rescue me from getting raped? Sorry, that's what this is making me think of...." "That's really the first thing? Is rape something that's on your mind a lot? Does that mean you'll be a good girl and let us do what we want with you?" "What? No." She casually turned to walk away, and the grey one, Soapstone Quarry, jumped at her and brought her down. "I feel like you aren't taking this seriously," he said in his low and rough voice that sounded both somewhat imposing and like he smoked far too much. "You said it yourself, you know what's about to happen to you." "Will you let me go if I'm obedient?" The way she worded that made him doubt that "no". "If you're a good fuck who doesn't try to get us caught, you're better alive." "So... take it seriously, but don't get you caught? Do you want me to scream and cry or not?" "Don't be loud. You can cry as much as you want." He got up. "Now stand next to him." She went in front of Dipper and looked at him, a bit of sadness and dread on her face but not a lot. "Are you really going to do this?" "You're acting like we're playing with you. This isn't a prank." "I'm just... not the type to freak out before something happens...." "You're already in front of two ponies who are about to...." He made a quiet sigh. "Let's just do this. I didn't look at you and think you'd be a fun mare to argue with for a while." Dipper stood up, pulled her by the mane to put her chest on the table to the sound of her whining, and pulled her by the leg to turn her and put most of her stomach on the table. He pushed the chair aside and stood on his hinds where it had been, putting his front hooves on her flanks. Normally at this point he would've been painfully hard from seeing his victim cry or beg or both, but thinking about what he was about to do to her made it grow pretty quickly anyway. As for Soapstone, he stayed sitting, with his penis more than big enough to reach her mouth if he pushed it slightly forward. Lumivas looked right at it, the sight and smell of an eager stallion nothing she'd choose to ignore. Seeing how she was fixated on his head, and not the polite one to, he couldn't help but say something. "Are you scared or excited?" "I'm scared... that's why I'm looking...." "Well, I don't want to leave you like that.... Here, I'll take some of that scary suspense out of this." He leaned forward, making cockhead and muzzle touch, and pushed on the back of her head. She whimpered but didn't resist, letting him into her mouth, and he stopped about halfway to her throat. She closed her eyes and began taking slow, long breaths. "That should be better." "I should do my bit too," Dipper said before leaning forward himself to the point of going balls deep. He shivered like he was the one being raped and made a long exhale. "Do you always feel this nice? I feel happy for anyone else who's been in here...." Now that they were in, they got to work. Dipper pulled back fairly slowly and got most of the way out before coming all the way forward again in a swift, firm push. It was nothing brutal, but it was still just slightly painful, and the consistency he took on made it more of a slog for her. Rather than being something she could find a nice flow with, it just made every hump drill in what she was going through, like it was another pull of a rope or swing of a pickaxe. The other pony who got to work was Lumivas, who made a couple casual licks twisting her tongue around the section of shaft she had to work with before making a couple of circles that covered the head. Her breathing suggested nervousness, but the steady licking stated in simple terms that she was doing fine. "Do you still feel like she thinks this isn't real?" Soapstone said. "I do." "I don't know what she's thinking. Nmmm.... Um, but I like her so far. We tell 'em to be quiet and obedient, can't complain when they are. And I'll take this over troublesome any day." "Yeah, but I like it when they cry... see their tears, feel the sobs in their throat... for fuck's sake, why am I fantasising when I already have my dick getting sucked. Actually, maybe that's the thing." He looked down at her. "Do some actual sucking, bitch." She only slightly did, there being a lot more squeezing than actual suction, but he was happy with his pressure. Everyone involved in the sex spent the next couple of minutes making quiet hums as the pleasure slowly grew. Then, for Dipper, it got too much, and the only comfortable thing was to ramp it up. He abruptly took up a somewhat fast pace, and his body apart from feeling pleasured also felt like it was running. Lumivas moaned in response, and it made her really clamp down, pushing the stick in her mouth like it was the greatest thing she ever tasted and she just needed that sensation to be as strong as possible. She also began to pull it just as hard, and though that still wasn't quite sucking, the extra dimension of pleasure wasn't something he was too disappointed with. As everyone's bodies all got more shaky with sex, their humming became deeper, louder, more overtly sexual. Lumivas wasn't loud for long, though, because the grey pony in his heightened pleasure felt it the right time to get in her throat. He was slow, taking several seconds pushing forward and then pressing against the entrance, giving her the time she needed to prepare. She swallowed without resistance, and even after that did her best to pull and suck with what little mobility she had. For that he made a deep hum that had a bit of a rumble to it, almost a growl. For about half a minute, everyone was good and content. Dipper had his moderately fast sex and sharp pleasure, Soapstone was feeling fairly strongly himself as he was deep in a mare who didn't mind putting in a little work, and their victim had most of her holes and most of her senses filled with what she sought more than anything. Then, with a moan that echoed off the walls and surrounded them, Dipper started sprinting, which made Lumivas make a deep noise that would've been fairly loud itself if it wasn't so muffled, and the vibrations of that elicited a modest "aaah" from Soapstone. Panting and lightly groaning so as not to moan again, because it did feel a little hypocritical when they wanted her not to potentially alert anyone, Dipper was close, and he closed his eyes to fully focus on the insides of this fantastically behaved mare. "Heh, usually I'm the one who's losing it," Soapstone said. Though he had the occasional look at his partner in crime, his main focus was the pony sucking him, or mostly pulling but it pleased him all the same, still doubting a little more every minute that she was having such a bad time. Dipper huffed, bit his lip, panted, let his tongue hang out of his open mouth, got increasingly silly-looking as he got closer to the summit. He shook with ecstasy knowing what he was doing to this pony, and though he looked completely unrestrained, not making loud sex noises wasn't getting any easier. Almost there, he put all his weight into her every time he pushed forward, pain going through her spine every time he hit her cervix, though there weren't many of those times before he allowed himself a dull, somewhat quiet moan, almost strangling himself as he kept his voice in check. He had a few things he wondered about her, but as he savoured string after long string, he wasn't thinking of any of those, or anything besides his passion for filling ponies no matter how much they cried and begged, not that this one seemed too interested in any of that. Whilst Dipper slowly slowed as he rode it all out, Soapstone was getting increasingly tempted to do more or less the opposite. On his side everything was building, and he didn't know how much longer just having a hoof on the back of her head would do. Part of him didn't want to take her head and shake it like a bottle since she'd been so good, with not even a forced healthy dose of cum taking her off the task at hoof or really getting much of a reaction at all. Were those "mff"s of hers from the cum or just from having to breathe a little creatively? For now he compromised, pushing her down until her muzzle pressed on his balls. Immediately happy with that decision, he tilted his head back and moaned. Still she sucked and pulled however much she could like dick was her favourite food and she didn't get enough of it, and to be fair that wasn't far from true. Being all the way inside someone who didn't let up for anything really was something to savour. Lumivas was annoyed. She was pretty close to coming and now the pony in her pussy was about to stop. She tried to let herself be pacified by the fact that her neck was so full with dick that it took a bit of care not to choke, but the thing was that that would have been a lot easier to appreciate if her pussy wasn't demanding for a job to be finished. Still, she did *her* job, pressing hard despite what it could mean for how much oxygen she got, because it wasn't like the pony she was sucking had done anything wrong. Getting close, he pressed harder on the back of her head and, with shut eyes and heavy breaths, let himself sink into the full treatment she was supplying, keeping that leg on her firm but having most of his body relax. Satisfied, Dipper pulled out and sat down, bothering her further, but she'd complain when her mouth wasn't busy. She felt how the shaft in her throat wanted to move and knew he was almost there. She couldn't do it forever, but kept repeatedly clamping and tugging, confident she at least had the breath to do it as long as was needed. Making long huffs as if to mock her, what he would have done if he felt like talking was sing her praises, the pool of distilled sexual bliss she had sent him to being somewhere far away from what the average victim managed. So soon after being nice and soft, his body tensed up, and a simple and deep moan matched a simple and deep mental state with an orgasm imminent. Lumivas started to feel the carbon dioxide hard, but that wasn't going to stop her. No matter how pushed out they already were, she would keep giving her strength to her jaw, tongue, and neck as if she still needed to prove her passion for dick. His body certainly appreciated it, as after half a minute that he spent most of making more moans, Soapstone produced a rather long one as he came down what of her throat he wasn't blocking. She was mildly annoyed at not getting to taste it, but still happy to take cum and even happier to probably not choke to death. Despite the basic drive to live, she refused to let up even as her head hurt more with every second, knowing it wasn't her place to decide when it was over, but lucky for her, once he knew there was no more coming, he pulled her off by the mane. She immediately started to take heavy breaths, her mouth staying just as open as it had been forced to be. Both the stallions had grins as they watched her recover, enjoying her suffering like the sadists they made no representation of not being. "Got pretty close, didn't she?" Dipper said. "Mm, she did. But she's good, she deserves her breath." He let go of her mane, and she stepped back and set her head on the table. This put her back legs against Dipper's, but he didn't mind. "She does. You know, if we're talking about killing again, we should probably tell her...." He looked at her, but she didn't notice, him being just out of her vision. "Look, when I said I might slit your throat, I was lying to you. We just say that to ponies so that they'll be obedient." She wasn't sure how to react to this new information, and not just because of the lack of oxygen. She was glad that, on the large assumption their words were to be trusted, these ponies weren't murderers, as hot as that would've been to her, but it would've been nice to not be fearing an execution as she was also being raped. For now she didn't want to think about it in detail, happy to blankly stare at the grey wall her head was turned towards as she got her breath back. "She still seems mad at us," said Soapstone. "Heh. Well, you never know, let's wait until she can speak." After a minute of the two rapists finding entertainment in their victim's inability to breathe normally, she was back to normal, and she looked at Dipper with annoyance, which though certainly negative was far from the deep anger that would have been justified. "You stopped before I came...." He stifled a laugh. "That's seriously what you're mad about? So you do like it.... All right, sit with your back to the wall here." She did as she was told. "I didn't say I'm agreeing to any of this." "Yeah, yeah." He went bipedal for just a moment before leaning against the wall, pressing a good bit of his semi-hard penis on her muzzle and cheek. She shut her eyes, took it in, and started sucking, the compressions soft but never letting up. He hummed and quickly found himself relaxed, soaking in the kind of work that a pony truly racked with fear could never manage, strangely happy that he hadn't pleased her enough the first time. Lumivas was relaxed too, at least compared to a minute ago, being able to take in the taste and smell of dick without being worried for her life. She thought about masturbating, and she had the wetness of someone who needed a little love there, but she knew what she really wanted and that she should get it soon enough. With every suck his penis got a little harder, and she soon started to gradually press more, trying to match them up and keep things consistent, but there wasn't time for anything truly slow and subtle to develop before he was fully hard. He let her keep going for another few moments, humming as she did and wondering if he should force her to swallow, but he wanted this mare to have a good time. He pulled out, sat down, hugged her tight, and took them down together, Lumivas being pushed directly to the stone road and him having a pony to cushion the impact. He would have liked to put more force in and practically throw them down, but he didn't want such a good fuck to die of brain damage, as hot as a bit of necrophilia would've been tonight. As nice as the hug felt, she didn't feel trapped enough, and he put his front legs on top of hers and moved his chest up just enough to put his head above hers. "Don't bother telling me to stop. Or do, it would turn me on. It ain't happening is what I'm saying." "You don't need to do this... if you don't like me, just let me leave...." "Your body needs it, that's enough reason for me." With that, he slammed all the way in her pussy, and she made a quiet whine from the pain. It wasn't just for an extreme introduction either, making it hard was what he did. He let himself go, with his body deciding on incessant short, fast punches to the cervix. She was never less than half full, and each time she was completely filled, she really felt the contact. It wasn't just the pace being pretty high, as much as that helped, there was also a lot of energy in each push forward that was only there to put a shock through her body. She turned her head to the side and groaned, clearly from pain, though she had almost as much pleasure to make a noise about. It wasn't a completely painless process for Dipper either, though easily the strongest thing for him was the warm waves going through his body that was so excited to have this mare again. Soapstone watched them contently, feeling sexually sated in some way from her pain even though he wasn't feeling needy in the first place. Neither of them got much exhibitionist thrill out of it, though, since for Dipper they were so accustomed to watching each other, and for Lumivas her first couple years of sex being teenage orgies kept being watched from feeling truly abnormal. Besides, the two lovemakers preferred to put all their focus on each other, looking each other right in the face, an inch away from kissing, at least when Lumivas wasn't groaning from multiple things. Dipper almost cackled as he watched her struggle through it, his own sadism giving him some motivation to keep it up that he didn't need. Close to coming and knowing there was nothing she could do to keep him from making her cervix want to collapse a little more every second, Lumivas was right where she belonged, and if negative thoughts weren't being made so difficult, she would have wanted to know where these ponies had been all the other times she'd used this street. Dipper knew he probably wouldn't get near any peak himself before she was satisfied, but he didn't mind, an extra half round feeling awfully agreeable right now. He was craving a little more sex, not specifically another orgasm. She wanted to twitch around and pull on things, but apart from there not being anything good to take, being pinned by the legs kept her from doing either of those. Of course, the inability to move just made her groan louder. Both the stallions felt her volume crossed the line where anyone coming by this alley would be concerned, but with Dipper not interested in making any noises except for some sex huffs, it was up to Soapstone. "We said don't be loud. Keep it down." Lumivas went through a final few waves of normal pleasure before, though she wanted to scream, she held herself to a weak, pathetic whine through her pain-ridden orgasm. It all felt a bit longer than it actually was, but that didn't keep her from finding it too brief. After he stopped feeling the cum pump out, Dipper took a good fifteen seconds winding down the speed before he stopped. He didn't pull out, rather staying fully inside her. She made a couple semi-held back deep groans before she turned her head to face him and tilted it up just a bit, and he pushed his tongue in like she was going to resist. She hummed as he twisted around her tongue and sucked on and pulled it with a gentleness that didn't fit everything that had come before. Her mouth was soaked with Soapstone's taste, but that wasn't a problem. In a way he'd always been annoyed with Soapstone's heterosexuality since it meant they couldn't rape stallions together. He straightened up his tongue and tried his best to stick it down her throat, and she used the freedom to lightly push it around and lick it. The friendly disagreement over whether his tongue should be more at the centre or towards the side led to a lot of rubbing between them, which Lumivas found a decent painkiller, not that she cared. He gently pushed his head forward to put hers back on the ground, and she expected her body to relax in the gentle pressing both inside and out, but it only went on for another minute before he put in one much more forceful push and pinned her tongue to the roof of her mouth. It wasn't a painful squeeze, but her tongue felt more than snug as he rubbed along it back and forth a few times. After that, she let him attempt to get as far back as he could untroubled, which didn't change the fact that the main sensation was their tongues against each other. He pressed their muzzles together hard, which wasn't the most comfortable thing for her with what was below her, and tried to stretch as close to her throat as he could. It felt like he really was trying, straining himself a little for it, but the slow, calm breathing suggested otherwise. He didn't get into her throat, but made it far enough that she wondered where that length was coming from, because she didn't feel it earlier. Regardless, she enjoyed it as he moved around slightly and went all around the more rearward parts of her mouth and tongue as if somewhere he would find something. With that need satisfied, he slowly went from the bottom of her right cheek to the top, stretching it slightly painfully as he did, then moved across the top of her mouth and, in the same slightly slow and painful way, went down the other side. Back at her tongue, he ran up and down it with a softness that still didn't feel quite right to her. She wanted to return the favour, but also had the idea he wanted her to just be a doll for now, so she stayed passive. It certainly wasn't an unpleasant thing to lie there and let her rapist lick her for a bit, and now her body could relax as she idly took it in. As he hugged and stroked and pulled her tongue, he thought about what she'd done to deserve this relatively soft treatment. Specifically it was the perversion, and he realised that, he knew he just wanted a kinky nymphomaniac to have fun with and the only thing he knew about her as a pony was her weirdly casual and accepting reaction to this. With each run down and back up her tongue and each surprisingly unpainful grip of it, Lumivas didn't want to cry or scream or whine, she just enjoyed the mild touching. It wasn't driving her crazy, but the little sucks and tugs were a nice, comfortable thing to lie back, or be forced to lie back, and enjoy. After a couple more minutes of being soft, Dipper decided he'd had his fill, and he patted her head and got off her, then went back to his chair. She stood up and stayed where she was, not sure whether there would be more instructions, but with both the stallions satisfied and the victim having been well behaved, it was time to let her go. They looked at her content, relaxed face with the same pouty smug expressions as before they had started. "You can go now," Dipper said. "Just know that if you come by here again, the same thing might happen." "I'm certainly not going to forget what happened here." "I wouldn't want you to." She looked directly at Soapstone for a couple seconds and then Dipper before going back to the middle. "I feel like I should say I'll see you later, but... hopefully not...." She slowly walked away, then stopped right at the junction. For a few seconds she considered looking back at them, but decided against it, then continued on her way home. "Do you think she'll ever come back?" said Soapstone. "I know what she just said, but...." "No." "Yeah... neither do I." They were wrong.