The Stables The Piggery: The Binding

 

The Piggery: The Binding

 

The heavy stench hit them like a wall — thick, humid, and filthy. The air was saturated with the overwhelming musk of sweat, cum, mud, and desperate marehood in heat.

 

From the private balcony overlooking the pit, Marsh Gray and Whiter Spring stared down in horrified fascination. Below them, dozens of ponies in full-body pink pig suits wallowed in the deep, churning mud. Their faces were hidden behind grotesque porcine masks, reducing them to squealing, anonymous livestock.

 

Humans — completely naked except for heavy rubber boots — moved among them like beasts in rut. They fucked the suited ponies without mercy. Some mares were mounted from behind in the thick sludge, their rubber-covered bodies rocking forward with every brutal thrust. Others were pinned on their backs, legs forced wide as thick human cocks slammed into their exposed cunts or asses. Wet, obscene slapping sounds mixed with muffled squeals and desperate, pig-like grunts. Many of the suited mares were actively pushing back, hips rolling, clearly lost in depraved ecstasy as they were bred like animals.

 

The scent rising from the pit was maddening — heavy pheromones, fresh cum, and the sharp tang of constant arousal.

 

Marsh Gray’s powerful legs trembled. Her face burned crimson. A thick trail of her own slick ran down her inner thighs, dripping onto the expensive carpet. Beside her, Whiter Spring was in even worse condition. The slender white unicorn’s breathing was ragged, her hind legs shaking violently as her marehood clenched and leaked openly, soaking her coat.

 

Both mares were deep in heat, and the overwhelming smell from the Piggery was destroying what little control they had left.

 

“Fuck…” Marsh growled through clenched teeth, voice strained and husky. “This is… too much…”

 

Whiter Spring couldn’t even speak. She was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to stop the dripping.

 

A soft, elegant chuckle came from behind them.

 

“My, my… what happened to that defiant fire of yours, Marshy?”

 

Both mares turned.

 

Fragrant Quil stood there — tall, pristine white earth pony with a sleek gray mane and tail. Her sapphire eyes gleamed with cruel delight as she looked at the two trembling mares. She moved closer with slow, sensual steps, clearly savoring their discomfort.

 

“You both refused to join through the traditional means,” she said, voice smooth and aristocratic. “But I’m afraid I can’t accept that answer.”

 

She stopped right in front of them. Her gaze dropped to the wet spots staining the carpet between their legs. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face.

 

“So I’ll have to use more… extreme methods to secure your loyalty.”

 

She licked her lips slowly, as if tasting their desperation.

 

“After all,” she whispered, leaning in, “if you won’t offer yourselves willingly… then I’ll simply have to break you until you do.”

 

The two strong mares stood frozen, breathing hard, as Fragrant Quil looked them over like prized livestock she was about to claim.

 

Below them, the Piggery continued — a filthy, endless symphony of squeals, wet slapping, and broken moans of ecstasy.

 

Fragrant Quill struck the marble floor with her right hoof.

 

The balcony doors swung open. A group of unicorns in black uniforms entered, their horns glowing with restrained magic. They carried the pink vinyl pig suits — the mandatory uniform of the Piggery.

 

I tried to move. Whiter Spring did the same. It was useless.

 

Three of them lifted our bodies with magic, suspending us in the air like dolls. The other two worked with cold, professional efficiency, fitting the pieces of the vinyl suit onto us. The material clung to our skin like a second, choking layer. They deliberately left our swollen, irritated sexes fully exposed — open and vulnerable.

 

Once the suits were on, they turned us and dropped us to the floor. Before we could react, magic locked our necks and heads in place. We couldn’t move. We were forced to stare straight ahead while they fastened the neck pieces and lowered the pig masks over our faces.

 

Whiter Spring let out a choked moan. The heat was destroying her. The tight suit rubbed against every sensitive point. Her body suddenly tensed and she came hard, trembling, a rush of fluid spilling onto the floor as the mask was sealed over her face. Humiliation and forced pleasure mixed into a muffled cry.

 

I clenched my teeth. The same fire burned in my belly — the same animal urge to be mounted, to be used. The suit squeezed me with cruel precision, stimulating every nerve.

 

When they finished adjusting the masks, there was no longer any trace of the two mares who once represented Celestia’s Royal Guard.

 

Only two beasts remained.

 

Two sows in heat, losing the fight against their own instincts.

 

The last thing I felt was the mask closing over my muzzle… and then everything went black.

 

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Marsh Gray’s POV

 

I woke to the wet, viscous feel of the ground beneath my pig-boot hooves.

 

Mud.

 

Thick. Filthy. Warm.

 

I pushed myself up. No restraints held me. In this place, none were needed. The moment I took a full breath, that familiar scent hit me — sweet and bitter at once, heavy with arousal and cum. My head swam for a second. I started walking toward the smell, telling myself I was looking for Whiter Spring.

 

I was lying.

 

After a short, stumbling walk through the churning mud, I found her.

 

Two humans held her between them. One buried deep in her cunt, the other in her ass, thrusting in near-perfect rhythm. Even through the pig mask and the pink vinyl suit, I recognized her voice. She wasn’t fighting. She was begging.

 

“Fill me… please… fill my belly… I need it…”

 

My own folds clenched hard at the words. My companion had already surrendered.

 

A third human shoved his cock into her open mouth, cutting off her pleas. He gripped her head and fucked her throat roughly, almost choking her. She took it greedily, drool and spit running down her chin.

 

I clenched my teeth.

 

Not out of indignation.

 

Out of pure, burning jealousy.

 

My body was betraying me. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to be used the same way. What good was our rank if stallions of our own kind looked at us with fear? What good was this strength if it only made the few times we managed to mate feel frustrating and incomplete?

 

Stallions left us because they couldn’t satisfy us.

 

And now…

 

Whiter Spring came hard. The human in her mouth groaned and flooded her throat. She didn’t let him pull away — she swallowed every drop like it was the sweetest treat, then kept licking the tip even as he tried to withdraw.

 

The other two pulled out. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness. A thick mixture of her own juices and their cum dripped from both holes into the mud.

 

Even so, she smiled — a stupid, blissful, empty smile.

 

“More…” she panted, voice thick with lust. She wrapped her forelegs around the human still holding her, nuzzling against him. He stroked her neck gently while she kissed him with desperate passion, drinking his saliva like it was sacred.

 

The proud unicorn who used to lecture about purity and tradition… the one who swore she would only ever accept a proper stallion in a traditional herd…

 

She had thrown it all away.

 

Just to be taken by the very thing she claimed to despise.

 

My thoughts were cut short by two sharp, heavy spanks across my ass.

 

The sting shot straight through me. Combined with everything I had just witnessed, it pushed me over the edge. I came hard, legs shaking, a fresh rush of slick running down my thighs into the mud.

 

I turned.

 

Two humans stood behind me, smiling with open, predatory interest. Their eyes were full of hunger.

 

And that look made my entire body tremble with anticipation.

 

I didn’t run.

 

I didn’t fight.

 

I just stood there, breathing hard, waiting.

 

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One of the humans shoved me down into the mud and rolled me onto my back. I kicked and twisted, trying to throw him off, but he caught my forelegs and pinned them to the ground beside my head. He smiled down at me. I felt the hard, hot length of his cock press against my belly. I snorted in fury — but the sound changed almost immediately into a soft, surprised gasp of pleasure.

 

The second human forced my hind legs wide. His mouth and tongue claimed my exposed cunt at once, licking deep, tasting the thick, hot slick I was already producing. Every stroke of his tongue made me clench and drip harder.

 

The first human kissed me.

 

I tried to fight it. I tried to turn my head away.

 

It was a lie.

 

I was already enjoying this — the weight of him, the heat of his breath, the way he dominated me. I stopped struggling. His mouth claimed mine completely. Our tongues fought for a moment, but I lost. I was too aroused. I melted into the kiss, letting him take what he wanted.

 

When was the last time anyone kissed me with this much hunger?

 

He released my forelegs. I could have pushed him off if I wanted to. Instead he tested me, stroking my neck with surprising gentleness while he kept kissing me. The tenderness only made me more desperate. I needed more.

 

The second human stopped licking. He pinched my swollen clit lightly. My body tensed. My folds fluttered wildly. Then he leaned up and began sucking one of the sensitive nipples on my crotch tits.

 

That was all it took.

 

I came hard, hips jerking, a thick rush of fluid soaking his face and the mud beneath me. Even after the orgasm faded, the fire in my belly only burned hotter. It had become an inferno.

 

Both humans looked down at me. My eyes locked on their cocks — hard, thick, glistening with precum. The scent of them hit me like a drug.

 

“Please…” I whispered.

 

My voice was soft. Timid. Nothing like the firm, commanding tone I used to give orders on the battlefield. I sounded like a shy maiden begging.

 

One of them smiled calmly. He settled between my spread legs and rubbed the thick head of his cock along my soaked folds, coating himself in my slick. My lips parted for him. The slow teasing nearly made me cry.

 

Then he began to push inside.

 

Inch by inch. Slow. Deliberate. Filling me completely.

 

I almost lost control. The stretch, the heat, the feeling of being taken… it was overwhelming. The second human leaned down and kissed me again while the first buried himself to the hilt.

 

This was more than I had ever allowed myself to want.

 

Why had I refused when Ice Pebble first offered me a place in the Establos?

 

Why had I fought so hard against something that felt this right?

 

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The human stopped kissing me. He smiled with quiet malice and shifted, climbing over me until his thick cock pressed against my face. He gripped my head firmly—

 

Then both of them began moving in perfect sync.

 

One drove into my cunt with hard, powerful thrusts that filled the empty ache I had carried for years. The other forced his cock deep into my throat, choking me with every stroke. Every time he pushed forward I gagged, eyes watering, yet the lack of air only made the pleasure sharper. I was being used from both ends, and my body loved it.

 

They kept me like that, driving me higher and higher. My belly clenched, desperate for their seed. My throat ached for the same.

 

Their rhythm grew faster. Both men grunted, bodies tensing, then buried themselves as deep as they could — one in my cunt, the other down my throat.

 

Hot, thick cum flooded me from both ends at once.

 

I came hard, body convulsing, mind shattering under the dual sensation. The bitter taste of semen turned sweet as it poured down my throat. I swallowed greedily, savoring every drop.

 

When the aftershocks finally faded, my body went limp. My belly felt full… but the fire returned almost immediately, hotter than before.

 

I kept some of the cum in my mouth, then spoke in a soft, almost shy voice that barely sounded like me:

 

“More… abuse me… hit me… but give me more.”

 

The words made both of them harden again instantly.

 

They lifted me between them. I didn’t struggle. I recognized their dominance over me completely. A stupid, blissful smile spread across my face as they positioned me.

 

Both of them pushed into my cunt at the same time.

 

The stretch was enormous — thicker than any Equestrian stallion I had ever taken. My walls fluttered and clenched, trying to milk them both. Even without seeing them I could feel their power: the deep, synchronized thrusts, the raw strength of their hips. It drove me to the edge almost immediately.

 

They tensed together and came hard, flooding me with another heavy load.

 

I screamed as pleasure crashed through me, body locking up. The human beneath me wrapped his arms around my torso while the one on top pulled free, climbed onto my back, and hugged my neck from behind.

 

The fierce climax melted into something quieter. Intimate. Almost gentle.

 

For a brief moment, even though I had never wanted this…

 

I felt loved.

 

For the first time in years.

 

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Swiip… thwip… swiip…

 

The short whip cracked through the air with a sharp, wet sound that belonged more to a medieval torture chamber than a noble’s private room.

 

Fragrant Quill handled the whip with terrifying precision for a pony without hands. Each strike landed exactly where she intended across the yellow-coated pegasus’s flanks and hindquarters. Mist Rose clenched her teeth hard, forcing herself not to cry out. The pink mane and tail trembled with every impact, but she stayed silent. She had to pass this test.

 

Fragrant Quill finally stopped. She let the whip fall from her mouth and examined the red welts she had left — what she liked to call “marks of affection.”

 

She walked around behind Mist Rose and leaned close.

 

“Congratulations. You passed.”

 

Mist Rose didn’t answer. She was too afraid it was still part of the trial.

 

Fragrant Quill smiled with open malice. She leaned in and slowly licked the fresh welts with her tongue. Mist Rose made a tiny choked sound but forced herself quiet again.

 

She needed to pass. This was everything.

 

“I’m serious, Mist Rose,” Fragrant Quill murmured against her skin. “You passed. Though if you want to keep playing…”

 

She trailed her tongue lower, between the pegasus’s folds, tasting her.

 

Mist Rose was practically drowning herself to stay silent when the doors of the room suddenly burst open.

 

A tall emerald-green unicorn with a turquoise mane and cold sapphire eyes strode in with the arrogant posture of someone who owned the air itself. Rare Gemstone didn’t slow down. Her horn glowed, and with a sharp gesture of telekinesis she ripped Fragrant Quill away from Mist Rose and slammed her hard onto the floor.

 

“Have you completely lost your mind?!” Rare Gemstone snarled, her elegant face twisting into pure hatred.

 

Fragrant Quill blinked up at her from the floor, looking almost innocent.

 

“Oh, Rare Gemstone, I have no idea what you’re—”

 

Magic sealed her muzzle shut mid-sentence.

 

Mist Rose immediately dropped into a deep, instinctive bow of absolute obedience, trembling. She was terrified the unicorn would revoke her right to be bred inside the Piggery.

 

Rare Gemstone glared down at the white earth pony.

 

“At least you know how to train them. But going after those two Royal Guard leaders? Are you an idiot? I don’t care that they’re being sent to Ponyville to protect Twilight Sparkle!”

 

Sparks of uncontrolled magic flew from her horn as she shouted.

 

Fragrant Quill sat on the floor with her hooves crossed, putting on a ridiculous pout.

 

Rare Gemstone took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and released the silence spell.

 

“Thank you, dear,” Fragrant Quill began sweetly. “I know you’re worried that—”

 

“We could be discovered, you absolute moron!” Rare Gemstone snapped. “We have always taken low-profile mares. Hiding them under the protection of our noble houses is an honor for them — especially when they give us foals to continue the bloodlines of those houses.”

 

Her voice dropped into something almost deranged and obsessive by the end.

 

“Those two will draw attention not only from Ice Pebble, but from every other cell as well!”

 

Fragrant Quill opened her mouth.

 

“Huuuh, fine… I never considered that the matriarch of Ponyville—”

 

The moment the name Cheerie Star almost left her mouth, Rare Gemstone’s face turned a dangerous shade of red.

 

Fragrant Quill barely had time to think oh no before telekinetic force seized every loose object in the room — chairs, books, the whip, a heavy vase — and began hurling them at her with violent accuracy.

 

“Don’t you dare say her name!”

 

Fragrant Quill yelped and scrambled across the floor on all fours, dodging flying furniture while Rare Gemstone chased her around the room in a furious, undignified sprint, magic crackling.

 

Mist Rose remained perfectly still in her bow, only letting out a quiet, weary sigh.

 

She silently prayed that the head of her herd would finally remember to authorize her breeding as soon as possible… preferably before the two nobles destroyed the entire room.