Get Cutter Get Butter 4


                                            "Come on, get on up 'ere. We ain't got all day."

                                            >You let out a quiet grunt as Rainbow continued to fiddle with that darned back door

                                            >It made no darn sense WHY the hay Anon had made the doorknob so bucking high that you and ol' Rainbow here had to stack on each other to get at the dumb thing...

                                            >Then again, knowing Anon, it was probably intentional

                                            "Yer killin' my back Dash."

                                            >"Just give me a second for pete's sake!"

                                            "I've been givin' ya more an' a second, Rainbow!"

                                            >"It's not that bucking easy to pick a lock, Applejack!"

                                            "If yer havin' so much trouble you get on the bottom an' let me--"

                                            Click!

                                            >You grunted again as, with a happy sound escaping her throat, Rainbow leapt off you back

                                            >"Hah! I KNEW I could do it," the pegasus said, staring at you with a smug smile

                                            "Ya sure did somethin' alright," you grumbled, rubbing your back

                                            >The bucking feather brain nearly ripped the fur off you back jumping all willy-nilly like that...

                                            >Rubbing her hooves together, Rainbow, with a flap of her wings, managed to grab ahold of the doorknob

                                            >Slowly, she twisted it until you could hear a click

                                            >You and the girls were in one heck of a pickle

                                            >The stallions had plum lost their minds, taking over Anon's gym and wrecking the place like a bunch of crazy ponies

                                            >And taking Shy like that...

                                            >If they were mares you'd have very little reservations of going in there and introducing them all to Mr. Hoofy and ol' Stomper but granny had beaten it into your head to NEVER lay your hooves on a stallion

                                            >Even though a good beating would straighten these buckers out...

                                            >Rainbow, like the rest of you, weren't gonna go in there and start beating on colts because she was raised better

                                            >But that didn't mean she was gonna just sit on her flank and wait for those big colts to do Celestia knows what to Shy

                                            >So, being the sis that she was, Rainbow managed to talk you into sneaking into the back of Anon's gym for a rescue mission


                                            >The two of you steeled yourselves as Rainbow opened the door

                                            >If there were any colts waiting for you the jig would be up

                                            >You'd have to make your get away and getting Shy back would be a heck of a lot harder...

                                            >Thankfully there weren't any stallions waiting for you on the other side

                                            >Sighing in relief, Rainbow poked her head through the door and looked around

                                            >"Alright, the coast is clear," she said, waving you forward with a wing. "Come on, let's go."

                                            >As she darted inside you couldn't help but sigh to yourself

                                            >While Rainbow was a good sis wanting to leap into action to save Fluttershy you didn't think that she had thought this through

                                            >There were a heck of a lot of stallions in this gym and neither of you rightly knew where they were hiding Fluttershy

                                            >And you didn't have any idea how the hay you'd get her out of here without kicking up a hornets nest

                                            >...

                                            >For Celestia's sake the two of you didn't even know that they'd be a back door to this big ol' gym until you found the thing!

                                            >...

                                            >Still, she managed to talk you into helping her

                                            >You didn't know what that said about you but buck it

                                            >You were already back here

                                            >The two of you were gonna save Shy or you were gonna get booped trying!

                                            >...

                                            >You had a bucking bad feeling about this...

                                            "I'ah don't think this is gonna work."

                                            >"What are you talking about? The hard part's already done!"

                                            "No, the hard part's gonna be--"

                                            >"Shush! Do you WANT them to bucking hear us?!"

                                            >It was oddly quiet as the two crept through the gym

                                            >You thought you'd be hearing stallions running their mouths (like they always did when they were hot under the collar) or at least stomping around but there was nothing

                                            >Nopony other than the two of you, at least as far as you could tell, was around

                                            >Sure, you were in the far back of this big ol' building but you figured that the stallions would at least be keeping an eye on all of the exits so nopony would get it

                                            >...

                                            >Maybe you were just giving them too much credit?


                                            >They WERE just stallions...

                                            >For all you knew they were all just at the front of the gym huffing and hollering...

                                            >Your ears perked up as Rainbow led you into the gym proper

                                            >Just like the rest of the building it was empty

                                            >There wasn't a stallion in sight...

                                            >You froze near one of them cage thingy's as Rainbow continued forward

                                            >Though she was being cautious, she was still standing up nice and tall

                                            >She wasn't sneaking, she wasn't looking around, and she wasn't ready to hide

                                            >...

                                            >Your ears perked up

                                            >Was that--

                                            >Oh buck!

                                            "RAINBOW! WE GOTTA--"

                                            >"AURGH!"

                                            >Before you could finish your sentence, something slammed into your side, knocking you off your hooves

                                            >You grunted as you slammed into another metal hickey, clutching your chest as the wind was knocked out of you

                                            >Grunting again, you closed your eyes as you slid to the ground

                                            >Ow, ow, ow...

                                            >Bucking, bucking, BUCK...

                                            >"Applejack! You get off her you bucking--sonofahorsefeather!"

                                            >Your hat slowly slipped off your head as you cracked an eye open

                                            >There were half a dozen stallions in the room now

                                            >Six of them were dragging Rainbow, who had taken to the air, back to the ground as she swore and snarled and flapped their wings

                                            >The other six were slowly making their way toward you, elastic exercise bands in hoof

                                            >...

                                            >Horse apples...

                                            >You should have known that they'd have a trap waiting for you...

                                            >You sighed as they grew near, reaching down to pick up your hat

                                            >Dusting the thing off, you carefully put it back on your head as Thunderlane, with a smile that you didn't much care for on his face, stretched his band

                                            >This is not your fetish

                                            > Not one little bit


                                            >The silence was tense as you, Pinkie and the captains of the Night and Day guard stared at Rarity and Anon

                                            >You didn't know WHY it was tense

                                            >Anon wasn't freaking out like you thought he would...

                                            >Well, he still looked angry, but that was probably more from what was going on with his gym than anything

                                            >The captains looked almost calm as they milled over what Rarity had just... discussed with you

                                            >Pinkie was just smiling like she always did

                                            >...

                                            >Rarity might have looked a little nervous

                                            >As she SHOULD...

                                            >...

                                            >But what about you?

                                            >How the heck do you feel about it?

                                            >Your brow furrowed slightly as you let the silence drag on

                                            >Maybe somepony would suggest something else...

                                            >Or maybe something else would happen...

                                            >Princess Luna could pop in right beside you while you were standing there ready to put all of the stallions asleep with a spell

                                            >Now THERE was a princess

                                            >You didn't care what anypony said about her, Luna had a pretty good head on her withers

                                            >It almost makes you wonder why you just didn't ask her for help

                                            >...

                                            >Nopony's going to say anything huh?

                                            >They were going to make you address the elephant in the room?

                                            >Really?

                                            >...

                                            >Alrighty then...

                                            >Brow furrowing just a hair more, you cleared your throat

                                            "...Rarity, could you run that by me again please?" you asked the fashionista. "I don't think I... GOT all of it the first time."

                                            >Rarity's eyes darted around your little group nervously

                                            >Her gaze eventually settled on Anonymous


                                            >The human was staring down at her with his arms crossed

                                            >The anger on his face as settled into a look of...

                                            >Resignation?

                                            >Hopelessness?

                                            >Did... did he have to use the little colts room?

                                            >Your big brother almost always had that look on his face when he needed to use the bathroom...

                                            >Sighing, he nodded at the mare, gesturing for her to speak

                                            >Her lips twitched upward as her look became grateful

                                            >Looking away from him she cleared her throat before starting

                                            >"Well, Twilight dear, the stallions in that gym seem to hold all mares in a rather... NEGATIVE light."

                                            >No shit

                                            >"They think that we're boarish, disgusting, creatures that treat stallions like nothing more than cooks and cocks."

                                            >THAT got everypony blushing and Pinkie giggling

                                            >"When I was... calming Anonymous here I noticed that the stallions didn't take it too kindly to me or my actions. A few even leapt out of the gym to try to stop me."

                                            >Rarity once again looked at Anonymous, who encouraged her with a flick of his wrist

                                            >"And that got me thinking... If it is too dangerous for us to GO into the gym then why don't we just have the stallions COME out."

                                            >The statement hung in the air as you all looked at each other

                                            >You all knew what she meant

                                            >You knew what she was trying to get at without saying it out loud

                                            >You--

                                            >"So you wanna get all of those meanies out by making them really, really, REALLY mad?" Pinkie suddenly piped up

                                            >Your eyes widened

                                            >Pinkie...

                                            >Rarity nodded

                                            >"Yes, that's what I had in mind."

                                            >"And you wanna use Nonny here to help get them mad?"

                                            >Pinkie wat r u doin?

                                            >"T-That's what I had in mind, Pinkie."


                                            >"And since those big old meanies don't like when mares boss stallions around you wanna boss Nonny around to make them come out?"

                                            >Pinkie sta-- Oh...

                                            >Actually, that's not even--

                                            >"Sexually I mean. You wanna boss Nonny here around by doing stuff with his willy."

                                            >The Night captain snorted as both you and Rarity squirmed in embarrassment

                                            >Bucking Pinkie Pie...

                                            >"She wasn't using those exact words when she explained it to me but pretty much, Pank," Anon grumbled

                                            >"I-It's just to get the stallions outside s-so that the guards can restrain them!" Rarity assured, her face red and her eyes wide. "And there needn't be anything sexual done, we just need to-- ohmygoodness. Anonymous, You know I'd NEVER suggest such a thin--"

                                            >Anon shushed the fashionista

                                            >His eyes snapped up toward his gym

                                            >"I always wanted to open up a gym," he said, his voice monotone. "Ever since I was a little kid. I wanted a place where people could go to get away from it all and improve themselves."

                                            >Pain flashed through his eyes

                                            >"I never wanted something like this to happen. I didn't want to start some revolution by getting a few people in shape so that they could be more comfortable with themselves."

                                            >Though he was still as towering as ever, for a moment Anon seemed to shrink as his shoulders sagged

                                            >"I wanted to churn out gym rats, not... whatever the fuck those stallions are..."

                                            >The blush vanished from your face as you looked at the giant, muscle-bound stallion in pity

                                            >You knew that Anon wasn't a bad guy

                                            >He might have been an oddball, but you know that he never wanted anything like this to happen

                                            >...

                                            >You couldn't even imagine what he was going through

                                            >After getting his gym and getting all of these ponies to come and... THIS happens...

                                            >Hostages, broken windows, angry mares and furious stallions...

                                            >Pinkie, her smile gone, walked over to the human

                                            >"Hey now, mister. None of this is your fault," she insisted, getting up onto her back legs and wrapping her hooves around him in a hug


                                            >It wasn't much of a hug, Pinkie only came up to Anon's belly button even standing up so she was just hugging his legs, but you could tell that Anon appreciated it

                                            >The pain on his face subsided just a bit as he patted Pinkie on the head

                                            >He said nothing, but just a hint of a smile came to his face

                                            >You all, even the captains, found yourselves smiling as well

                                            >"I don't care what you guys have to do or what I have to do. I just want all of them out of my gym without them hurting anyone," the human continued, still looking down at Pinkie

                                            >"Well, that's very brave of you, Anonymous, dear," Rarity said, looking over to you

                                            "If you're alright with it I'm sure we can figure out a couple of things to do to get those stallions out of there," you said, looking at the captains

                                            >The mares saluted

                                            >"If you can get them out we can wrangle them up," one said

                                            >The other nodded

                                            >"We won't fail you, ma'am."

                                            >Nodding yourself, you looked up at Anon

                                            "And we'll make sure not to do anything that you're uncomfortable, Anon," you told him, turning around so you could look at the other girls. "Now, Rainbow, Applejack, I'm going to need the two of you--"

                                            >...

                                            >Where the heck did those two fillies go?


                                            <(0v0)>


                                            >Be Ca-

                                            >No

                                            >Caramel was the name that the matriarchy had given you

                                            >It was your SLAVE name

                                            >But no more

                                            >You were free; your chains were broken!

                                            >You needed a new name, one that fit with your new sense of being

                                            >...

                                            >Ohhh! You got it!

                                            >From henceforth, your new name would be Alibaba!

                                            >That was Saddle Arabian... you think...

                                            >"Caramel, Caramel, we managed to capture a few of the slavers!"

                                            >You turned away from the mirror that you had been staring into (gotta mire that body bruh) to see Thunderlane, your lieutenant in the Free Stallions for the Rights of Stallions Army, making his way toward you with a big, happy, shackle-free smile on his face

                                            >Behind him two mares were being dragged along, bound by the rubber elastic bands that you and the fellas had found in the back

                                            >There was Applejack, a look of distaste on her face and the beginnings of a bruise on her side and Rainbow Dash, aka the posterchild for mare bigotry and grossness, who was desperately struggling against her bonds

                                            >It must not feel too good huh?

                                            >Being bound up in bonds that you couldn't escape, eh mares?

                                            >You smiled as Thunderlane and the stallions that he was commanding dropped the mares in front of you

                                            "Good job, boys. Now they'll think twice about trying to sneak into here," you told them, looking down at your new hostages with a smile

                                            >"You buckers let Fluttershy go right the buck now!" Rainbow snarled, trying to bite at the stallion next to her. "If you don't think I won't hit a bucking stallion just WAIT until I get out of these bucking rubber bands!"

                                            >Puff

                                            >What a barbarian...

                                            "I'm afraid that neither of you are going anywhere," you said. "You're our hostages now, ladies."

                                            >Applejack's nose scrunched up


                                            >"An' what the buck are we hostages fer?" she demanded

                                            >You couldn't help but shake your head at the question

                                            >Typical mare

                                            >No matter how simply you laid everything out for them they still didn't understand...

                                            "We're going to use you to help further the rights of stallions everywhere," you patiently told her

                                            >The country bumpkin's nose seemed to scrunch up even more

                                            >"Caramel, ya bucking idget! Ya aren't gonna-- Princess Celestia?!"

                                            >Looking past you, Applejack looked over at Princess Celestia, who was sitting in the corner with Fluttershy

                                            >Her eyes widened before her gaze flicked back at you, shock and, dare you say it, awe on her face

                                            >Your smile widened at the sight

                                            "That's right, Applejack. We managed to capture Princess Celestia herself, the head of this bloated, oppressive system."

                                            >You puffed your chest out as you took a deep breath

                                            "Now they'll HAVE to listen to us! They'll--"

                                            >"Who'll listen to ya?"

                                            >You blinked

                                            "Excuse me?"

                                            >"Ya got Princess Celestia all tied up 'ver there right?"

                                            "Well of course we do! We would--"

                                            >"An' ya said it yerself that she's the one that runs everythin' right? She makes the laws an' all of that fancy-smancy stuff?"

                                            >As best as she could, Applejack looked at all of the stallions in the room

                                            >"If'n ya'll have the Princess in here, the mare that'd be the one ta give ya want ya want, how the hay are ya gotta get anythin'?"

                                            >Your nose scrunched up slightly as Applejack let the question hang in the air

                                            >Well you--

                                            >See, you can--

                                            >Actually, you have--

                                            >"Caramel! Caramel!"

                                            >You and the other stallions looked over to see Dr. Hooves sprinting into the room

                                            >The stallion's eyes were wild, and his usually perfectly (for him anyway) styled name looked frazzled

                                            >Something was wrong


                                            >Something was very, very wrong

                                            >"You have to see this," Hooves continued. "They're... They're..."


                                            >Be Twilight

                                            >The scene had been set up

                                            >You, Pinkie, and Rarity were sitting on a sofa that you had commandeered from Roseluck's front porch

                                            >...You were sure she wouldn't mind, what with the situation being as dire as it was

                                            >Why did she even have a sofa outside like that?

                                            >...

                                            >Rain wasn't good for couches, flower hoers...

                                            >The guard had gone out and informed everypony that they could find about the situation and had sealed off the entire down

                                            >You could do this

                                            >You NEEDED to do this

                                            >For your teacher, for Fluttershy, for Anon

                                            >You took a deep, deep breath as you looked over at a slightly frazzled Rarity

                                            >Just like you the unicorn was nervous

                                            >The two of you, along with Pinkie, who was humming a little tune to herself without a single care in the world, were good mares; gentlemares that would never do wrong by anypony, be they mare or stallion

                                            >But today you were going to have to show those stallions in that gym that you were stallionizers

                                            >Maybe worse...

                                            >Taking a few breaths herself, Rarity reached up and fussed with her mane before giving you a smile

                                            >It was a small smile, an unsure smile, but it made you feel a little bit better all the same

                                            >You could do this...

                                            >You could do this...

                                            "Anon," you called. "Where the buck is my cider?"

                                            >You settled in the couch as you heard footsteps falling behind you

                                            >Anon, wearing nothing but an apron, a slightly too small ball bra, and a rather tasteful cock sleeve, all of which had been made by Rarity not twenty minutes ago, stepped into your field of vision

                                            >In his hands was a silver tray with three bottles of cider on top of it

                                            >All of his clothing had been made out of the thinnest, most transparent material that Rarity could find

                                            >The fashionista hadn't even TRIED to be tasteful

                                            >Her main goal had been to turn Anon into an object, a walking cock, and she had BUCKING succeeded


                                            >Your gaze wandered up the human's body, drinking in every curve and vein and muscle

                                            >You had never seen Anon wear anything other than his muscle shirts and his sweat pants

                                            >Even when Celestia had invited him to the Grand Galloping Gala he had worn his usual attire

                                            >But now you could see EVERYTHING

                                            >You could see his powerful, thick legs

                                            >You could see his chest and arms and his oh so tight little stomach

                                            >You could see his stallionhood STRAINING against the cock sleeve that Rarity had provided

                                            >And that ball bra

                                            >That lacy, lewd little number and cupped his orbs JUST RIGHT

                                            >And t-that tasteful amount of pubic hair...

                                            >You could feel a blush working its way onto your face as you looked and looked and looked

                                            >You might have just sat there all day ogling him if not for Rarity, who loudly cleared her throat and nudged you with her hoof

                                            >Jumping slightly at the sudden contact, your eyes snapped upwards to Anon's face

                                            >Though it looked as if Rarity had outdone herself with his body the human's face had remained much the same

                                            >She hadn't touched his mane, and that beard of his still jutted proudly, defiantly, from his chin

                                            >Out of the corner of your eye you could see Rarity also sizing up the green giant

                                            >While her gaze could have been mistaken for professional appreciation (he WAS wearing her designs after all) you knew the unicorn better than that

                                            >Her mouth was slightly agape as she looked up at him with a certain fire in those big blue eyes of hers

                                            >There was a hunger in those eyes, a primal need that even a gentlemare like Rarity couldn't help but feel standing before a specimen like this

                                            >Anon's bright green eyes flick between the two of you

                                            >If he was embarrassed about being without his usual garb he didn't show it

                                            >He just looked kind of irritated about the whole situation, his lips set in a thin line and his brow furrowed


                                            >His widdle nose was scrunched up in the most adorable way, and you could see that he was holding the tray with a little more force than necessary

                                            >You didn't know whether to giggle and tease the big human or stare at him with wide eyes and an open mouth

                                            >"Here's your cider... honey," he said, extending the tray, which looked like a little tea cup holder in those giant hands of his, toward the three of you. "I got one for you and your friends."

                                            >"Ohhh cider!" Pinkie chirped, quickly reaching over and helping herself to a bottle. "Thanks, Nonny!"

                                            >"No Pinkie, we cannot thank him," Rarity said out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes snapping over toward the gym. "Remember, we must be as crude as possible."


                                            >Pinkie blinked

                                            >"Oh right..."

                                            >In an instant the smile on the her face turned into a frown as she looked back down at her drink

                                            >"I mean... why isn't this drink cold, Nonny!" the party pony demanded, glaring up at Anon as she tossed the drink onto the floor. "Nopony wants to drink warm cider!"

                                            "...Um, yeah!" you added. "What the buck is wrong with you, Anon? Giving my friends warm cider?"

                                            >You theatrically puffed your chest out as you give him a look

                                            "I, um, well--"

                                            >"You've never met a stallion as worthless as him," Rarity supplied

                                            >You stiffened as your eyes widened

                                            "What?! I'm not going to say THAT, Rarity," you whisper-shouted. "I don't want to hurt Anon's feelings!"

                                            >"Anonymous knew what would be asked of him when he agreed to this, dear. And if it helps he knows that you don't mean it one bit."

                                            "I don't care if he knows, I'm not going to call him wor--"

                                            >You yelped as a glass tapped the side of your head

                                            >Jumping slightly, you looked up to see Anon looming over you, a bottle in his hand

                                            >The deadpan expression that he was giving you made you curl into yourself a bit as he raised an eyebrow

                                            >"Twilight," he said, lowering that great bassy voice of him so that only those around the couch could hear. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to take this cider out of my hand, you're going to yell something really mean, and you're going to pour this drink at my feet."

                                            "But--"

                                            >Your mouth shut as Anon's eyes narrowed dangerously

                                            >"I didn't get dressed up in this shit just for you to pull your fucking punches," he growled. "So buck up buttercup and take the goddamn cider."

                                            >There was a warning in the human's eyes

                                            >A prelude of very bad things to come

                                            >You don't think that the look was for you per se...

                                            >But....


                                            >Gulping, you did as Anon asked, reaching up and snatching the bottle out of his hand

                                            >Pinkie had been right

                                            >These drinks WERE kind of warm...

                                            >And while there were some ciders that ponies could drink warm this wasn't one of those kinds of ciders

                                            "What the... yer... BUCK is wrong with you... er... COCK!"

                                            >You, Rarity, and even Pinkie cringed but you forced yourself to soldier on

                                            "I don't work all... um... bucking day to come home to warm cider!"

                                            >The glass bottle nearly falls out of your hooves but, with some desperate flailing, you managed to keep your grip on it

                                            "C-Can't you do anything bucking right you worthless stallion?!"

                                            >Your heart was pounding in your chest, your wings kept ruffling against your sides no matter what you did

                                            >You didn't want to do this...

                                            >You were a good pony...

                                            >Good ponies didn't do something like this...

                                            >They didn't treat others like this...

                                            >You jumped as you felt an invisible force gently tug at your hooves

                                            >There, right where the hoof met the leg, you could see the tiniest speck of a blue aura

                                            >Your eyes snapped over to Rarity, who was giving you a look of both pity and determination

                                            >The fashionista had her shoulders squared and she was leaning forward as she gently and discreetly guided your hoof forward with her magic until the cider was over Anon's feet

                                            >Your eyes snapped up at Anon, then over to Pinkie, then to Rarity

                                            >There was no anger in their eyes, no outrage

                                            >Each one of them looked resigned, determined, ready to do whatever they had to to fix this mess that you found yourself in

                                            >You had to be like them, Twilight...

                                            >For the Princess, for Fluttershy...

                                            >You slowly tilted the bottle, keeping your face an emotionless mask as you watched the stream of yellow/golden liquid fall from the bottle

                                            >Anon squirmed slightly as it hit his dare feet, forming a puddle around in on the dirt road, but he stood still

                                            >As you got halfway through the bottle your mask began to crack


                                            >You could feel your ears folding against the sides of your head as your eyes slowly began to close

                                            >Come on, Twilight

                                            >You keep those eyes open

                                            >If you were going to do this you could at least look at Anon while you did it

                                            >You owed the stallion that much

                                            >The cider was mixing with the dirt below

                                            >That mixture had already turned Anon's feet into a sticky, brownish mess

                                            >You could tell the feeling of it was uncomfortable to the human so, wanting to get this travesty over this, you tilted the bottle over all the way, shaking it until the bottle was completely empty

                                            "N-Now, go and g-get the three of us c-cold ciders, COCK. O-Or there's going to be more where that c-came from," you forced yourself to say, tossing the bottle onto the ground

                                            >You felt horrible

                                            >More than horrible

                                            >You felt worse about this than practically anything else you had ever done in your life

                                            >But...

                                            >You could also feel something else mixed in with that sickening, hollowed feeling that was making your stomach do flips

                                            >Something you couldn't quite identify

                                            >You watched as Anon bent down to grab the now empty bottle

                                            >Your eyes flicked to his bare, naked, PLUMP rump

                                            >Out of the corner of your eye you could see dozens of stallions staring out of those broken windows in the gym

                                            >Never before had you seen such a look of loathing and disgust which those stallions were giving you

                                            >Some of them were red-faced, veins bulging out their faces and necks, and their mouths were frantically moving as if they were yelling

                                            >Other's had tears in their eyes, weeping softly for their oppressed brother

                                            >...

                                            >You looked at each and every single stallion with dead eyes as you lifted up a hoof

                                            >Many of their eyes widened

                                            >The silent screaming increased and you could see stallions struggling to fix their bulks through the windows

                                            >They knew what you were going to do

                                            >You could see it in all of their eyes


                                            >You raised your hoof up a little higher before you brought it down

                                            SLAP!


                                            (<[9v9]>)


                                            >Be Anon

                                            >It was kind of awkward bending down to get that can of cider

                                            >That testicle cloth-thing that you were wearing was just a little too tight, so whenever you tried to lean forward it felt like your boys were snuggling against your johnson

                                            >And speaking of your johnson: why the hell did you have to wear this weird, oddly oriented cloth to cover the thing?

                                            >Ponies had always thought it was weird that you wore pants and underwear, but having a weird sleeve was alright?

                                            >Don't get it twisted, it was actually pretty comfortable

                                            >Whatever material Rara had made this thing out of felt nice

                                            >And you weren't too proud to admit that you thought it looked kinda tasteful on you

                                            >But, like this weird ball bra thing, it was too small

                                            >It had taken twenty minutes for you to widdle into it for Christ's sake

                                            >You had to be soft, since there was no way that it was going to fit you hard, so it--

                                            SLAP!

                                            >You twitched in startlement as you felt something hitting your ass

                                            >It wasn't a very hard slap, but it was enough that you could feel a slight stinging sensation where the blow had landed

                                            >"Owowowowowowowowowowowowowowowo!"

                                            >You picked your head up and looked over at the little horses sitting on the couch that they had stole from that flower hoers's house

                                            >Both Pank and Rara were looking back at you with eyes as wide as dinner plates and mouths that may as well have been hanging to the floor

                                            >You raised an eyebrow at these silly, red-faced ponies, before you looked over at Twilight

                                            >"OwowowowowhydidIdothatohmyCelestiathatreallyreallyhurt!"

                                            >The purple pony's face had twisted into a look of pure agony

                                            >Her ears were pinned against the side of her head, her face was scrunched up slightly, and she was cradling one of her hooves close to her chest

                                            >...

                                            >You looked at her hoof, then back at your ass

                                            >Did she...

                                            >...

                                            >Really?

                                            >"Wowie, that looks like it really smarts," Pinkie whisper-shouted

                                            >"Are you alright, Twilight dear," Rarity asked as Twilight began to pain-wiggle


                                            >"Sweet C-Celestia, it felt like h-hitting an anvil," the princess whimpered, looking up at you with a quivering lip, tears in the corner of her eyes.

                                            >Little pony had hurt herself

                                            >Not that you were too surprised

                                            >Your ass WAS pretty powerful

                                            >"There, there dear," Rara said, wrapping a hoof around her friend's withers. "Everything's alright. Just keep shaking it. The pain will subside in a few moments I'm sure."

                                            >Sniffling, Twilight nodded, leaning into the white unicorn

                                            >Pank, with a look of concern on her face, hopped over so that she was sitting on the other side of the bookworm

                                            >"Do you want somepony to do and get you an ice pack, Twilight?" she asked, rubbing her side comfortingly

                                            >Sniffling again, Twilight shook her head

                                            >"N-No thank you," she whispered. "I-I'll be fine. I-I just n-need a minute..."

                                            >Rarity let out a coo as Twilight leaned against her a little more

                                            >Nuzzling the top of her friend's head, she began to run her hoof through Twilight's mane

                                            >"Maybe hitting Anonymous may not to the best idea in the future?"

                                            >Twilight nodded again, looking up at you

                                            >"A-Are you alright, A-Anon?" she asked, dragging a hoof across her nose. "I-I didn't hurt you d-did I?"

                                            >...

                                            >Jesus Christ...

                                            >You didn't even do anything and now you felt bad...

                                            >Forgetting that the four of you needed to put on a show, you knelt down and gently grabbed her injured hoof, rubbing a thumb along the area where her hoof met her leg

                                            >Twilight let out a quiet whimper, but seemed to sink into the sofa as you continued to knead the sensitive flesh

                                            >The look of pain began to drain from her face, and her sniffling slowly but surely stopped

                                            >Rarity, with a glow of her horn, magicked up a handkerchief and cleaned up the princess's face

                                            "There you go," you muttered, giving her hoof a little kiss to make it all better. "Now you're--"


                                            >"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

                                            >You, Twilight, Rarity, and Pinkie jumped as a series of shrill cries erupted from your gym

                                            >Your head snapped back just in time to see about a dozen stallions, all of them looking like they were about to bust a blood vessel, began crawling through your broken windows

                                            >"PIGS! PIGS! YOU'RE BUCKING PIGS!"

                                            >"GET YOUR HOOVES OFF THAT POOR STALLION RIGHT THE BUCK NOW!"

                                            >"THEY HIT HIM AND THEN THEY MAKE HIM KISS THE HOOF THAT THEY HIT HIM WITH?! GET THAT BUCKING MARE! GET HER!"

                                            >"LET'S TEACH HER WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU HIT STALLIONS IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER!"

                                            >"MUH AFFIRMATIVE ACTION!"

                                            >With another bellowing cry, the stallions began to charge toward the four of you

                                            >As they got closer you noticed that many of them were wild-eyed, and one or two of them were even foaming at the mouth

                                            >Jeeze...

                                            >Someone was a little upset...

                                            >Letting go of Twilight's hoof, you reached over and grabbed the bottles on the ground before you stood up to your full height

                                            >You took a step forward, ready to begin painting your masterpiece

                                            >Just a little closer...

                                            >If they got a little closer then the pain train could--

                                            >"GET'EM!"

                                            >"THE BOGEYS ARE IN POSITION! THE BOGEYS ARE IN POSITION!"

                                            >THE MICE ARE RUNNING FOR THE CHEESE! THE MICE ARE RUNNING FOR THE CHEESE!"

                                            >The guard, dozens of them launched themselves from the rooftops where they were hiding, swooping down with nets

                                            >Many of the stallions skidded to a halt seeing the mares in their golden and deep blue armor

                                            >The anger on their faces morphed into surprise and even fear

                                            >Many of them began backing up as the guard closed in, hoping to retreat back into the gym

                                            >What they didn't see however were the ground troops that had quickly snuck behind him when their backs were turned


                                            >"RUNAWAY!"

                                            >"THEY'RE GONNA GET US!"

                                            >"EVERY STALLION FOR HIMSELF!"

                                            >A smile worked its way into your face as the stallions quickly scattered

                                            >You could hear the stallions in the gym screaming profanities and threats

                                            >They were throwing your gym equipment at the guard but they were too hard away

                                            >Some tried to crawl out the broken windows to try to help their fellows, only to be pulled back into the gym by other frantic stallions

                                            >They could only watched as the rout began, helpless to help their fellows

                                            >A few of the jerks outside tried to make a break for it, some charged the guards, and a few even tried to beg and plead and cry for the guards to just let them go

                                            >But in the end all of them were cuffed and lugged away to wherever they were holding the prisoners

                                            >"STOP SHOVING SO HARD!"

                                            >"THAT HURTS! YOU'RE HURTING ME! YOU'RE HURTING ME!"

                                            >"GET OFF ME YOU BUCKING PIGS! PIGS!"

                                            >You took a deep breath as your smile widened and widened and widened some more

                                            >Rarity had been right

                                            >This WAS just the thing to get those fuckers out of your gym...

                                            >Your eyes wandered over toward the remaining stallions at the gym

                                            >There were still too many of them in there you knew, and you weren't too sure that a little ass slap was going to bring them out in droves again

                                            >They might not have been smartest bunch but you were sure, after they pieced together what had happened, they would wise up to your plan

                                            >It was going to get harder to get them out of there now

                                            >You looked back at the girls, smirking like a motherfucker

                                            >Harder but not impossible...

                                            >All you needed to do was kick this whole thing up a couple of notches...


                                            >Be Cara--er, Alibaba

                                            >And you couldn't believe what you just watched

                                            >Anon, the stallion that had helped you break your chains of oppression, had been totally and completely broken by the mare menace

                                            >They had forced him to wear clothing that most sluts wouldn't be caught dead in, they had belittled and mocked him, they had poured cider at his feet, and they had slapped him on the rump like he was an object

                                            >And forcing him to get on his knees and KISS the hoof that had hit him...

                                            >You took a step away from the window you had been peering out of, feeling sick to your stomach

                                            >All around you your brothers were muttering amongst themselves

                                            >Many of them were outraged, some of them were weeping softly to themselves, and yet others looks like they wanted to leap out there and teach those mares a lesson

                                            >But you knew their game now

                                            >This was a trap

                                            >They WANTED you to try to save Anon...

                                            >They WANTED out outside so they could overwhelm you with their superior numbers...

                                            >You shook your head in pity, taking a moment to mourn the loss of your great teacher


                                            >That poor, misguided stallion...

                                            >If only he had listened to you he wouldn't be out there being treated like a piece of meat...

                                            >"Hah! I knew Twilight would figure out a way to get you dummies!"

                                            >All of the angry grumbling, all of the nervous whispers, all of the crying stopped and the entire gym instantly went silent

                                            >You picked your head up and looked over at your prisoners

                                            >Rainbow Dash, tied up and leaning against Princess Celestia, was smiling at you

                                            >SMILING, after all of you had just watched that stallion get treated like less than a person!

                                            >Rainbow's smile widened when she saw your expression

                                            >"She's going to get each and everyone of you buckers," the pegasus proclaimed. "She's going to put you away and lock away the key!"

                                            >As you stood there, looking into those rosy, smug, deponizing eyes of her's you felt something inside of you snap

                                            >Rage, unlike any you had ever felt, began to fill your being

                                            >Your body went stiff, your eyes narrowed, and you could feel your lips pulling back into a snarl

                                            "Get them up!" you roared. "Get those prisoners up and get them over here RIGHT NOW!"

                                            >The other stallions, seeing that you were absolutely LIVID, were quick to follow your orders, dragging Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbow, and the princess over to you

                                            >You were pacing back and forth, snorting and growling as your tail flicked back and forth

                                            "The mare mocks us, brothers! She wishes to stop our revolution and put us back in the irons of oppression!"

                                            >You looked down at your prisoners, the very creatures that made this world oh so horrible and chaotic

                                            >Rainbow was still smiling up at you, as if was in on a joke that you hadn't been told

                                            >Blood boiling, you leaned down until the your noses were touching

                                            "But we will not falter! Our cause is just and we will see it through to the en--"

                                            >"Oh, I see your game young stallion!"

                                            >You stopped your tirade to look over at Princess Celestia


                                            >You stopped your tirade to look over at Princess Celestia

                                            >The alicorn was giving you a solemn look, the ball gag that had been in her mouth floating beside her, caught up in the golden glow of magic

                                            >...You didn't even put that ball gag on her

                                            >None of the fellas had

                                            >It wasn't like she had been yelling or anything, so none of you had seen a point in doing something like that...

                                            >...

                                            >In fact... where the heck did that ball gag even come from?

                                            >You never remembered seeing--

                                            >"You wish to make an example of us for the mares outside," the princess continued, easily standing up and pulling off the rubber bands that had been holding her in place

                                            >...Wait

                                            >Was she always able--

                                            >"You want to turn the tables on us, treat us as we were nothing more than objects for your amusement and pleasure."

                                            >A bead of sweat dripped down the princess's face as she looked at all of you... with an uncomfortable amount of intensity

                                            >You found yourself taking a nervous step back

                                            >What the buck was going on?

                                            >What was wron--

                                            >"You mean to humiliate us no doubt. Perhaps treat us like maids and force us to clean up after you as you had once done for us?"

                                            >You and the fellas looked at each other as the princess's horn glowed

                                            >There was a pop, and in a flash four frilly, tight-fitted maids outfits adorned the princess, Rainbow, Applejack, and Fluttershy, complete with little hats and stockings

                                            >...

                                            >"O-Oh, my," Flutter squeaked, looking down at her attire with a blush

                                            >Rainbow and Applejack, who was still wearing her cowpony hat, looked at each other in confusion

                                            >"What the buck is this?" Rainbow demanded

                                            >Applejack looked down at the black and white little number that she was wearing

                                            >"An' why an' the hay do these fit us?"

                                            >Princess Celestia, her face the very picture of solemn reserve, though she was still sweating, looked down at you


                                            >You could see that she was wearing a pair of black panties that looked like they were two sizes too small and her tail were braided in such a way that you...

                                            >Ew...

                                            >Your nose scrunched up at you, and everypony else with a lick of sense, took a step backward

                                            >"Maybe you wish to give us some form of punishment beforehand."

                                            >The princess's horn glowed

                                            >A paddle, with an insignia of the sun carved into it, appeared at your hooves

                                            >Celestia, still with that solemn look of her's spun around and presented her rump to you

                                            >Look how bucking fat it is...

                                            >You bet that thing jiggles every time it walks...

                                            >...Double ew

                                            >"Don't worry, Fluttershy and friends, I shall endure whatever punishment that these big, m-musclebound stallions have in mind for us," she said, wiggling her ugly butt in your face. "But I must insist that you hold nothing back. Use me as roughly as you wish."

                                            >Fluttershy, a bit of pink in her cheeks, perked up slightly

                                            >"U-Um, if it's a-alright with you m-maybe I could e-endure some punishment t-too?" she muttered, looking over at you hopefully as your eyes twitched. "I-If that's okay with you o-of course."