Story by: http://softstrokestuff.tumblr.com/
Manehatten was not everything that it seemed. As with any large city, underneath the exterior of copious crowds, frivolous stores and the cruel demeanor of the average citizen, there lay another world that existed within the warehouses and alleyways. Those who entered this world normally were unaware that they had, and to their chagrin they became sucked in before they realized what happened. This was the world of the gangs and bootleggers, the whores and the debauchers. This was the world of Venus Spring.
The world she was in was not by her own choice. A lifetime of abuse and pain had left her with limited options and, as a consequence, a certain projection that followed her wherever she went. She was a whore, and no matter what she did that particular image was forever branded into her name. From childhood she’d lacked any choice in the matters of sexual exploitation, taking it from her closest friends and relatives. Even her roommate, Mars, would occasionally take advantage of her, whether or not consent was a part of the deal.
Her appearance did not help her much either. She was a scrawny burnt orange unicorn with a horn so small it was covered by her mane, giving the impression she was in fact and earth pony. Her tail and mane were often times scuffed and full of dirt that she’d brush out before meeting one of her clients. Her face was small and petite, still wearing braces because blowjobs didn’t exactly help her teeth set straight, with eyes that often had dark circles due to lack of sleep.
The apparel that she decided was not by her own choice, but rather necessity. She was, like many prostitutes, dressed to be eye candy. Fishnet stockings clasped her rear legs, digging into her fur and squeezing her rear tightly. Her tail was in a wrap that forced it to be held up, showing off her lacey pink panties. She wore nothing on her torso but had more stockings on her front legs, clasping them tightly and making walking a bit difficult. Her mane was done back into a long ponytail, sequins placed inside it at random to make it slightly shimmer. Her face was coated with makeup, mascara on her eyes and lipstick smeared onto her lips. Overall, she was what many stallions imagined when the word ‘tramp’ came to mind.
The client she was seeing today was in the lower end of Manehatten. The client in question was a regular of hers, a slightly rich stallion who preferred to remain discreet in his dealings. They met in an abandoned warehouse which functioned as a brothel, the individual containers having been ‘renovated’ to include beds and sexual devices for the buyer. Venus frequented the brothel but was not a part of it, preferring to remain separate and retain some hope of a future.
However, the brothel was in fact on the other end of town from where she normally worked. If she didn’t need the cash, she would have insisted that he come to her or simply found another client. But Mars had decided to try to repair the fridge with Legos and ended up damaging it even more, and now she needed the bits to repair it so she didn’t go hungry. She lived off of frozen meals, after all.
The trek through downtown Manehatten was as it always was. Ponies would turn and give her disgusted or intrigued looks, while she didn’t acknowledge them and simply walked on, trying to retain some dignity dressed like a harlot. Despite having done this for months, every time a mother would pull her filly away or a stallion would leer at her, it managed to damage her dignity even by the slightest degree.
Venus took a turn down an alleyway, knowing this to be a shortcut across the main center of town. To one of her nature, alleyways were like normal roads, if a bit dirtier and sometimes more dangerous. She knew the layout of the city like the back of her hoof, and she knew which alleyways were dangerous and which weren’t. The issue was, not all maps were true forever.
She turned down 6th street into an alleyway between Ms.Tappers Dance Studio and a closed Joystick Arcade. This alleyway wasn’t the best, with two dumpsters and old arcade consoles slung into the edge. Dancing poles and old skirts littered the sides as well, giving the place an abandoned feel.
However, tonight there was something different. Two stallions were sitting on an old Space Invaders console, chatting and smoking with each other. One was tall and brown, smoking two at once and having a mane cut down to the head, almost nonexistent. The other was smaller but equally as rough looking, sporting an orange coat with a long mane covering one eye. Both were laughing about something, and the orange one reached down to pick up a beer for them to drink.
Common sense told Venus these two were trouble. Smokers and drinkers in alleyways, especially ones with aftershaves, didn’t exactly project the image of ‘trustworthy’ to her. However, when she glanced at a clock, she saw the time read it was almost 11:30, and her appointment as at midnight. If she didn’t get there in time, the stallion would either leave or pick another whore, and she’d be out of the bits.
Venus had to take the risk. She slowly took a breath and began to walk down the alleyway, not looking at them or acknowledging that they existed. Her mind screamed in fear as they turned their eyes to look at her, but for the moment, she appeared safe.
She’d made it halfway down the alley when one of them adjusted their seating, causing one of the bottles to clank to the ground. She stiffened up but kept walking, making her walk more like a doll. She kept her eyes focused on the wall at the end of the alley, and the backdoor she’d take to go through one of the local department stores.
Venus had just about gotten to the end of the alley when it happened. She put her hoof on the door when a gruff voice rang out.
“Hey there.”
Venus knew she should keep going. She should go through the store and make her way over to the client. She knew that she had something to do, and that to acknowledge them was dangerous. To even give them-
“U-Uh, h-hi.”
Venus mentally kicked herself for her force of habit. She’d acknowledged them. They had her for at least a few moments. That’s all it took.
The orange stallion leaned back, “What’s yous doins in this part of town dressed like thats?” He rubbed his aftershaved beard, scratching at it slowly and almost… brooding.
Venus slowly pressed her butt against the door. She had an out. If this went south, she knew that she had an out. All she had to do was talk to these guys long enough, and they’d let her go. It was simple.
“I-I’m just heading home,” She forced a smile, “I-I left my keys at work and had to go back and get them.”
“What kinds of works was thats, strip club?” The brown half sneered, chuckling as he took another swig of his beer.
Venus quickly thought of some kind of reply. She had to sound impassive but in a hurry. She bit her lip and looked up.
“I-I’m in a modeling department of one of the stores,” She lied, “W-We were doing a lingerie shoot and I didn’t have time to get out of this. W-When I left my keys I had to go back…”
This was good. It made her seem vulnerable, but it could also work to her benefit. It gave a reasonable explanation for her appearance, and her stammer sold her persona of an embarrassed low paid mare.
The brown stallion sat up and got to his hind hooves, bending in to look at her closely. His eyes seem to scrutinize her every inch and crack (which her outfit didn’t seem to leave much to the imagination).
“Aren’t yous a little… dressy to bes some kinds of modeling mare?” He snickered, “Yous looks like something that Hank Hoofer would snatch up.”
Venus started to mentally panic. He’d called her bluff, and now she was trapped in the alleyway with them. She gently moved a hoof up and tried the lock on the door.
It was locked.
“W-Well, I-I heard we were doing lingerie shoots a-and I got all dressed up, I-I thought that it meant like this!” She hurried out, getting more nervous by the second.
Her heart about jumped out of her chest when the orange stallion slid out of his seat and walked over towards her. He casually lifted his hoof up and leaned it on the door next to her head, leaning in so that she could smell the cigarette stench on his lips.
“Whys yous so nervous?” She cringed as his smoky breath puffed onto her face. His body seemed to cover everything in her sight.
“I-I just, I really need to be getting home!” She gasped, “Please, I-I have a cat and s-she needs to be let out, I-I trained her to go outside!” A cat? She was getting deeper and deeper into the lies by the second.
The brown stallion walked up behind the orange one and he snickered, “Yous don’t even seem likes some normal mares. I think I’ve seens yous before…”
Now Venus was in fear. Fear led way mind racing, and her mind racing to planning. She looked around with her eyes, seeing a small bit of a ballerina pole on the ground.
“I thinks that yous is one of thems hoes we gets around this part of town…” The orange leaned in, almost enough to kiss her, “And I thinks that yous is pretty hot.”
That sold it for her. Venus ducked down and lunged hard at the pole. She outstretched her hoof and grabbed at the pole. For a brief moment, she felt joy as her hoof connected and gripped the cold rod.
That was, until a crushing pain hit her arm. She looked up to see the brown stallion having stepped on her arm, pinning it down with a painful force. She let out a cry as he reached down and gripped her by her stockings, lifting her up and bringing her to eye level.
“Where do you thinks yous goin?” He smirked, “If yous one of them hoes, you know how to please males, dontchas?”
Venus felt terror in every nerve as he pinned her hard against the wall, sending pain up her backside. Her legs went limp as he licked his lips, the orange stallion, as though rehearsed, walked to the entrance to the alley and kept watch.
The brown stallion looked her body up and down, taking her form. Her fur was close cropped and her clothes still accented everything. He looked down at her hips and smirked when he saw the lacey panties starting to fall down.
“Let’s makes this simples. You do what we say, wes won’t hurt chus. You resist, we’ll beats chus so badly you’ll have to breathe throughs a machine, gots its?”
Venus didn’t care to analyze him. She knew this situation was tense, and she didn’t want this to go anymore south that it already had. She apprehensively nodded her head.
“Sees? That’s a goods mares.” He smirked, then suddenly he threw her over towards the dumpster.
Venus shouted as hse landed hard on a pile of trash bags. The stench wasn’t as bad as she expected, but she’d landed on her back with her legs splayed. She squirmed, but she couldn’t get back onto her feet.
“Looks whats the trash pony broughts in.” The brown stallion smirked, “A nice piece of ass.” He reached down and suddenly spanked her rear, hard.
Venus shouted as he did so, leaving it bright red and burning. He only smirked again and walked over, gripping her throat and hefting her so that she had her back onto the wall.
Venus looked down at him so see something growing on his stomach. To her terror, his length was huge, easily nine inches and extremely thick. To make matters worse, he leaned over and picked up a beer bottle.
“Nows pretty mare, I wanna see what chus can takes. Lift up those pretty hips of yours.” He commanded, looked at her with a devilish grin.
Venus didn’t have a choice. Her butt sinking deeper into the garbage bag (she prayed it was just clothes!), her hips went up and legs went out. The stallion snickered and gripped her panties, pulling them down and off her legs.
Her slit and pucker were very petite and small, though looks were deceiving. Her slit was a slight shade of pink, but her labia was small enough that it blended into her fur. Her pucker was the same, small and the same pretty shade of pink.
The stallion lifted up the beer bottle and he turned it so the skinny end faced her, “Now, I’ms going in one of thoses holes. This is going in the others. I’m feeling luckies tonights, so I’ll let chus decide which goes where.”
Venus’ eyes went wide as she realized he was going to rape her with the bottle. She looked down at it and quickly she made her decision, “T-The bottle, put it in my butt… please…” She gulped, praying that he’d at least listen to her.
“What was thas? Did yous say pussy?” He smirked and slowly switched his cock so it pointed at her pucker, “Guess yous dids!”
The poor mare yelped loudly and cried out, “No, no that’s not what I said, I said my ass, no please DDDDDOOOOONNNTTT!!!”
The stallion didn’t even give her time as suddenly he shoved his dick hard up against her hole. While it didn’t give way at first, it still brought out a long burning pain for her. He humped her asshole a few times before finally, to her terror and his delight, the hole suddenly gave way and he thrusted hard into her.
A searing pain of being stretched and torn shot into Venus, who normally was prepped before having that hole taken. His rough entry, by some miracle, didn’t make her bleed, but it stil felt like it. She cried out and sobbed as he started to thrust heavily into her, his dick going far into her innards and bowels.
“Holy shit!” He gasped and gripped her neck, “Yous is the best fuck I’ve had in years! Let’s sees if yous is even betters when I use this!”
He lifted up the bottle and rubbed it up and down on her pussy lips, involuntarily making them leaking. Venus didn’t notice, instead biting down on her hoof and crying, mascara leaking and smearing down her face.
The stallion didn’t pay her any mind and shoved the bottle into her cunt, thrusting in tandem with his dick. The double penetration, much to her terror, her fear and her agony, made a bit of pleasure creep in while he raped her asshole. It didn’t by any means stop the pain, but it made her mind addled with pain.
“Hey, yous mights wants to keep it quiet!” The orange one hissed, “Theres some ponies around heres, I don’t’ wanna gets caught!”
Venus’ eyes went wide, a glimmer of hope sparking inside her. Even as he thrusted hard into her asshole, she opened her mouth, about to cry out.
However, the brown stallion saw it too and pulled his dick out so just the head was inside her. He did the same with the bottle and pushed his hoof hard onto her mouth.
“Looksies here,” He growled, “Yous a hoe, and hoes go to jails. We’ll be out of her lickiedy split, but chus won’t be able to move after we finish with chus. Yous really wants to goes to jails, slut?” He put pressure on her neck, “don’t tests us.”
Nervously, Venus took in his words and found there to be a horrifying degree of truth to them. Even now, with him raping her ass, she wouldn’t be moving for a few minutes, more than enough time for them to get away. She couldn’t afford jail, not at all. Even if it was just a fine, she’d be unable to pay it and… and… she didn’t want to think of what would happen to her in the slammer.
Venus shut her eyes and gave a small nod, tears leaking out of her eyes. The brown stallion smirked and thrusted his hips back up into her ass, making her cry out in pain again into his hoof.
“Sees? It’s not that’s bads. Now buck up!” He smirked.
He returned to his pounding of her abused pucker, making it sore already and her even more desperate for this to end. As he did so, the hair around her head fell to the side, revealing her unicorn horn.
“Waits, yous a unicorn?” He looked down, “Then whys am I’s doings all the works?” He grabbed her puny horn and yanked her head up, “Fuck yourself with that bottle you slut!”
Venus looked down and was about to protest, when he suddenly slapped her face, then her ass. The two stings of pain gave another reason for her to grab the bottle in her magic and start to thrust it, raping herself in the middle of an alleyway with a beer bottle while a stallion plundered her ass.
Tears coated the ground as the stallion grunted and kept going. He moved with an agonizing pace, his movements jerky and erratic, giving her no ability to adjust. He’d thrust hard, then soft. He’d pull all the way out, then slowly going back in. Without any time to adjust, and having to focus on fucking herself with a bottle, she was a sobbing and moaning mess.
The stallion didn’t care and simply continued his pounding. When he herad her moaning, he smirked, “Awh, sees, it isn’t that’s bads? Yous gets this so much I’m surprised that yous even resist.” He slowly pulled out, “Ready for some cream, slut?”
Venus screamed and shook her head no, her magic too exhausted and the now soaking beer bottle falling to the ground, shattering. The stallion didn’t care at this point and gripped her hips hard, pounding her with renewed vigor. His hips became a blur as he started to set his jaw, snorting.
“Take it yous bitch!” He shouted and came hard. His dick pulsed and seemed to somehow grow even bigger, filling her ass up even before he came. Torrents of hot burning seed poured into her, filling up her bowels and adding to the discomfort. She screamed again as he gave a few more spurts, continuing to fill her up.
However, he wasn’t done yet. His hoof descended and suddenly began to ferociously rub her slit, so hard it hurt. With the stimulation of the bottle and her rear, her slit wasn’t able to hold up long.
Venus’ eyes rolled into her head as she gave another cry, cumming hard. Juices sprayed the stallion and the ground as she squirted, his hoof making it go everywhere. When she finished, it was almost like he’d gotten rained on.
The brown stallion smirked, “Well theres we goes. Nice and full. Hey, man, get over here, let’s double team this bitch.”
The orange stallion turned and gave another look at the street and nodded. He walked over and kicked the garbage bags away so that they could stand to the side of the dumpster, hiding most of them. Venus was dragged and pathetically thrown onto a cardboard box on her stomach, her legs too weak to hold herself up anymore.
The dick of the brown stallion smacked her face hard as the orange one lined up with her abused pussy. The two reached up and high fived as the brown one leaned donw, “Alright, yous readys?”
Venus looked up and weakly shook her head no, but it was too late. The brown stallion reached down and pinched her flank, making her gasp. With her mouth open, he shoved his dick down her throat, going halfway in before she started to gasp.
The orange stallion was no better. He lined his dick up with her cunt and only took a few seconds to use some of her love juice to lube the tip before diving in. With the passage relaxed by the bottle, he descended in until his hips met her own. He grunted nad gripped her flanks hard.
“Yo, I don’t even think this mares here is that tight!” He leaned down, “Figure out a way to make her better!”
The brown stallion groaned, “Yeah yeah, I’ll get to it.” He bent over and gripped her shoulders, then suddenly started to face fuck her. Any normal mare would have thrown up, but Venus’ experience meant she had no gag reflex anymore. Her face turned red as he pounded his dick down her throat, raping it with a vigor and making her world spin with every resounding SMACK of his hips on her face.
Every pound on her face made her world spin. She felt blood rushing ot her head as he bent her head backwards and upside down, making her feel dizzy and woozy. Combined with the fact he was face fucking her, it made her feel like she was going to collapse from the pain itself.
The orange stallion smirked and he suddenly got an idea. He reached down and smacked her ass with all his might. Tears poured out her eyes, mixing with the pre as they turned bright red. This made her body sinch up, much to his delight as he realized he could start to fuck her and spank at the same time!
“Hehe, looksies here, this bitch likes spankings!” He laughed and looked around. He saw a small bit of plastic from one of the arcade machines and grabbed it, using it as a paddle before going to town on her ass.
To say she was in pained delight was an understatement. As he would fuck her pussy, it made her feel great. But then, each spanking was so painful it was making her feel like they would make her bleed. The two had no remorse and kept going with all their might, all their power as they laughed, even going as far as to just casually chat while doing it, like this was some normal occurance for them. As far as Venus knew, this was.
The two stallions seemed to have stamina that was insane. Either that, or she was in such pain she had no concept of how much time had gone by. She nervously coughed and gagged on the dick in her mouth as her face was a total wreck of pre, spittle and makeup, while her ass looked so red one could see their reflection in it. The two were getting tired, but at the same time they were keeping up a pace that continued to make her fear.
Venus was lost to the pain. She was lost to the pleasure. As much as she hated it, the feeling of having her pussy fucked was delightful. It sent such great endorphins up her spine, she hated to even think of the fact she was remotely enjoying this. Whether or not this was even important was a different story, as time was going by, making her even more numb to the world.
The two finally seemed to be nearing their limit. The one stallion gave a groan and panted, “Fuck, her face is so fuckin good!” He shouted and gripped her shoulders as he pounded harder than before, his second orgasm nearing.
The orange stallion hadn’t cum in the first place, so he was even more eager to get off. He smirked and started to thrust harder, dropping the spanking weapon and just taking his time getting off. He panted with lust as he continued to go out on her, keeping her in pain and delight. She was about to let out another cry when he finally grabbed her raw skin, raised his hoof up, and brought it down with a resounding SMACK!
Her world dizzied as she came. When she did, it gave him enough vice-like tightness to get off as well. He panted heavily and thrusted up into her and held himself there as he unleashed what felt like a gallon into her. She shivered gently as it leaked out of her onto the ground, his dick plugging most of it up though. She whimpered and was about to try to pull away when the brown stallion decided to cum.
Her face became sticky white as excess cum poured out her mouth and onto her face. The brown stallion didn’t seem to care and just kept filling her up, pumping, pumping, filling and filling. When he was finally done, he didn’t care what she felt like… he was in too much heaven to care.
When both of them finally pulled out, Venus was too weak to move. She grunted hard as she was unceremoniously dumped onto the ground. Her ass was red, her eyes were bloodshot, her body was sticky, her outfit was ruined. She curled up gently as every heartbeat made her rear burn with pain, and her pussy leaked hard onto the ground.
With the mare laying in a pathetic heap on the ground, the stallions turned to leave before the brown stallion used her mane to dry off his dick, “Wait, thinks we should pays her? Hmm?” He looked around.
The orange one suddenly got an idea and reached into an old arcade machine. He pulled out a ton of tokens and he wlaked over, lifting her rear up and dumping at least thirty of them into her snatch, “Theres we goes. Now she cans go and plays funs with the kids at the arcade.”
The two laughed as she was left there, weak, pained and full of worthless cash. The bell for midnight chimed.
Venus cried for a few minutes before the last of the strength dissolved. She collapsed onto the ground and slowly passed out, everything in her body burning as she felt her world disintegrate into a nothingness of darkeness.