This choice: ... they didn't find their special talent, and left while you slept. • Go Back...Chapter #6Cutie Spanked Crusaders by: Godot   Alone, you're completely alone. Thank Celestia, you say, because being alone is far better than being tormented by those awful fillies. You still stink like their sex, smelling something like a jizz-covered fruit salad after a particularly cramped elevator ride. Not only that, your various holes are sore and painfully stretched. Those three sure gave you a run for your money.
You seriously hope the rest of Ponyville isn't like this. You heard such nice things about the town, then things like this start happening and you can't help but start to doubt your travel guides. No, you're certain you don't like this place, you're going to get out before somepony else finds you and something else terrible happens to you. You just need to take a second to check that your bags are all still here and then-
"Oh my stars! You must be her!"
Oh for the love of- you turn around to find three mares standing just a bit away from you. They've all got looks on their faces that are something between guilt and anger. You're absolutely certain that you're not going to enjoy whatever they have in store for you. One of them, a unicorn steps forward, looking frazzled and somber at once.
"I'm so terribly sorry for what happened here, my name is Rarity, these are my friends Applejack and Rainbow Dash. I believe we know three fillies who owe you an apology. Girls!"
No. No she can't mean, but she does. From behind the earth pony and pegasus beside her those three atrocious little monsters step out wearing the closest thing to an ashamed face that they could muster. You can't imagine how these three mares would let these children run wild,
"We're sorry." They say together in the sort of sad tone that only a punished child could do and then, the most insane thing, is that they then smile as if they're expecting forgiveness. They honestly can't believe that you'd take a half-hearted apology as compensation for being violated in the street, can they? They're lucky you're such a polite pony, or else you'd tell them exactly what you think about their little "apology".
"Darling ," Rarity puts a hoof on your shoulder. She can probaly sense how enraged you are, "I know you're upset and I assure you that an apology is not the end of their punishment. In fact, we wanted you to see their punishment. Girls, turn!"
She stomps her hoof and the three fillies suddenly become terrified. They scoot a little bit away from one another, then turn and crouch down so that their flanks are presented to you. You didn't notice before, but their tender cheeks are splotched with bruises, some fresh and some nearly healed. Applejack approaches with a length of rope in her mouth while Rainbow Dash has her wings flared. From seemingly nowhere, Rarity retrieves a small hairbrush. They're not actually going to,
"Apologize!" Rarity shouts, striking Sweetie Belle on the flank with the flat end of the hairbrush. Sweetie cries out and repeats her apology to you, this time sounding much more sincere, "Say it like you mean it!" Rarity commands. She bashes her sister a second time, and then a few more. Every time Sweetie's flank gets a little redder and her apologies get a bit more desperate.
You hear something like the snap of a whip and turn your head in the direction of the noise. Applejack is pummeling Apple Bloom's already-reddened tush with her rope. It's leaving some deep bruises, even a few cuts here and there. Apple Bloom sounds like she's being murdered, quite the little dramatic. Applejack can barely speak with the rope in her mouth, but she's still doing her best to reprimand her.
"And you best hope Big Macintosh isn't in a bad mood when you get home, else you're gonna wish you ended up on the moon!"
You're horrified enough as is, but something compels you to look upon Scootaloo's fate as well. She's getting her posterior whipped by Dash's wings, the pegasus is snapping her with quick flicks with of her flight muscles. It's like some sort of terribly painful feather duster. Dash is putting every ounce of her strength into whipping the orange filly with great effect; Scootaloo is in too much pain to speak.
"Brat!" Dash shouts, "You stupid, moronic, selfish little punk! Who the hell do you think you are! You better hope you pass out or I'll break your pelvis whipping you!"
You can't believe what you're seeing; it's like some sort of psychotic horror show! Sweetie cries out one last time and falls flat on her face with her plot still sticking in the air. Rarity takes a moment to wipe her brow with a handkerchief and look on her handiwork. At that point, something clicks in her head and she turns to you,
"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry! Did you want a turn? After all, they did do those awful things to do."
Hey, wait a minute, she's right! These little twats raped you! You suddenly feel a lot less awful about these punishments. In fact, after taking a minute to think, you decide that you're going to... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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