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*Amethyst’s Flash Sale 2024 *

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Drugging Dana

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Written by Arian Mabe (AmethystMare)

Commissioned by TheWhiz

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Dana hummed to herself as she checked out the apple cart in Ponyville, though there didn’t seem to be as many green apples there that day. The anthro pony mare had always preferred green apples over red, for the ones she liked had a tarter, richer flavour to them. Anything that was too sweet just didn’t hit the right spot with her when it came to her tastebuds.

With a brown coat of hair covering her body and a lighter brown mane, which often reminded her friends of chocolate, the mare fit right into Ponyville like she’d been there for many years already. However, Dana had only lived there for a couple of weeks so far, even though she enjoyed the area.

A light smile played across her lips as she weighed up her apples to be purchased from a yellow pony with a pink mane, though she looked to be a young adult. Her skirt wafted around her legs, though Dana was glad it was long enough to hide that she didn’t quite have the usual “equipment” for a mare down there. She made sure to wear the right clothes to hide that, but there were always little accidents from time to time.

“You can get more apples like these,” the small, yellow pony chirped in a heavy, country accent, “over at Sweet Apple Acres! Ah’m afraid our stock is a mite low today, but Applejack can get you all set up.”

“Really?” That perked Dana up as she flicked her tail. “Sure thing, that sounds amazing! Can I go over there right now? I wanted to get cooking apples too.”

“Of course!”

Dana wasted no time, for she didn’t want to spend her whole time shopping – and she, of course, had her baking at home to get back to. Still, the sun shone as she near trotted all the way to Sweet Apple Acres, marvelling at the fact that the farm was as accessible from Ponyville as it was. Where she’d come from, she’d have to take a pony taxi to get anywhere significant, as it was always so busy, the city sprawling.

Yet she barely got past the gate and out of view of the main road before two pony mares closed in on her from either side. The gleam in their hard gazes spoke ill and Dana whirled around – but it was too late to even cry out. The first, a blue pony with a green mane and leather gloves, slapped the silk rag over her muzzle while the second, an orange pony with a white and cream mane, wrestled her arms to her side.

“Mm-hm-mmph!”

The sickly-sweet scent of chloroform, even though Dana didn’t know that was what it was, sank into her system, rendering her eyelids dull and heavy. Her limbs hung as if they were trying to drop off her body and the silk wrapped around her muzzle, even softening into the curve of her nostrils.

If she had not been in the process of passing out, the orange-coated mare holding her tightly as she slumped to the ground, it might have been sensually. Yet it could never have been so, oh no.

Not as darkness enveloped her.

She wasn’t aware of being dragged away, hauled and carted between the two mares as if she was nothing more than something to be moved on the farm. They towed her out of sight and cleared up the scuff marks left in the bare soil of the road from their scuffle. No one would be any the wiser as to what had befallen Dana, the new mare in town.

“Unff…”

Dana blinked, coming around slowly, though the mare didn’t have any way to judge how much time had passed. As she blinked more rapidly, clearing the fog from her vision, a plain, light room came into view. It looked to have skylights in the roof, kind of: they were the type that didn’t allow anyone to see in or out, but were made of a material that allowed more natural light through. The floor was a light, smooth grey that looked like it was easy to clean and, even though some of the paint was marked in the corner of the room, it was spotless.

She struggled, coming to feel the metal stockade around her that forced her into an upright position. Somehow, she was naked, though that was not even Dana’s first concern with her breasts shoved out through the front of it, the metal entrapping enough that she couldn’t even reel back from such exposure. Her wrists were crossed behind her so her forearms rested against one another across her back, neatly forced into a tight sleeve where her hands were rendered useless. Her ankles were merely tied to either side of the stockade. Dana’s thighs burned as she struggled to close them, though the ties held fast.

“Ah, I see you’re around, buttercup. C’mon, girls, let’s get her milked. We’ve got a lot to take from this filly.”

“Huh?”

Dana licked and chewed, her head throbbing dully, though the mare who stepped out in a business suit, as if it was all a normal day for her and she had far more important places to be, had to be Applejack. She eyed up Dana as if she was nothing more than livestock, her ears twitching through her long, blonde hair.

“Gladly, boss.”

The workers she’d seen earlier, the orange and blue ponies, closed in on either side of her, both still wearing their leather gloves. Dana’s heart pounded and she licked her lips, though her mouth was already too dry, as she strove to make sense of the situation.

And then, outside her will, their hands were on her, grabbing and squeezing and groping, a bucket before her while the blue pony’s hands roamed down to her cock, which was mildly hard already but with a soft droop to the length of the shaft. It never usually got that aroused that quickly and Dana heaved, clenching her jaw and straining with all her might. What the hell had they done to her – or even given her?

“Wait – what are you doing to me?” Dana shrieked, jerking and jostling within the stockade and forcing some of the weaker connections to rattle forcibly. “Let me go – I don’t want to be here! I was just coming to buy some apples!”

“Oh, quiet down, filly,” the orange pony said with a click of her tongue. “You don’ know where you are, no one knows where you are. This is all normal to us. You’ll get used to being milked soon enough.”

“What? I’m not a cow to be milked!”

“Well, no,” Applejack said with a firm nod. “You’re a mare. Your cum and milk is far more valuable. I wouldn’t want to get my hands dirty touching you, not this kind of work, but it pays good. You’ll be fed here, watered. And you’ll be milked. That’s all there is to it, filly.”

Dana grunted, balling up her hands into fists.

“Applejack… You are Applejack, right?” She asked, her tone taking on a wheedling edge. “Ah… Please… No, don’t do this…”

Yet her burst of energy failed quickly and she shuddered as the ponies grabbed at her cock and breasts, her shaft surprisingly rising to full hardness. She panted heavily, nostrils flaring, but she couldn’t stop the blue pony from manhandling her shaft, squeezing around the head and running the palms of her hands down again.

“Oof…”

Dana struggled, yet her fighting back was weaker and weaker. She just didn’t have the energy, not as she huffed and grunted. Even the nauseating scent of the chloroform clung to her muzzle and inside her mouth in a way she couldn’t get rid of.

Yet there was nothing Dana could do as she was restrained, her ankles fighting and the rope cutting into her skin. She huffed and grunted as the orange mare manipulated her breasts, bringing a rise of milk to her peaking, puff nipples.

Dana tried not to show them just how much they were getting to her, but it was hard not to let her breasts rise and fall with every heavy, panting breath. She didn’t usually lactate, but they must have given her something for that too and she was easily subdued.

It felt good, even though she didn’t want to be there. She whined and nickered and twisted back and forth, even as her right tit was massaged and milked. A stream of milk flowed from her breasts, though the other felt dull and heavy, like there was something too that needed to be drawn from that one.

“Good, filly, let it all out now…”

Dana didn’t know who was talking and she clamped her jaw, her tongue feeling like it was glued to the roof of her mouth. They had her and she didn’t know what on earth she was supposed to do, how she was supposed to get away…

And yet all that paled in comparison to the ache and need running through her body, how her cock throbbed into their hands as if she ached for them. While her breasts were milked, the soothing, kneading manipulated lulled her into a false sense of calm, though her eyes closed. That didn’t make it any better for Dana as a tear squeezed itself from the corner of her eye, betraying the true measure of the strain in the mare’s body.

That was her fate: to be milked. And it went on and on as heat surged through her loins, pooling in her lower abdomen. She needed to cum so badly and yet she was beholden to the mares. When she whined and tried to rock her hips, even trapped in the stocks as she was, both of the workers took over her cock – but not before setting a pair of milking cups over her tits.

The tight suction pulled and massaged her breasts so her body was forced to release a steady stream of milk, which ran down each connected tube to a container on the floor. What had already been milked, freehand, from her breasts, of course, resided in the milking pail on the floor. Once again, the comparison between her not really being a pony but a common cow burst into the forefront of her mind.

“No… Please…”

She whimpered weakly, though there was nothing Dana could do. Her body quivered as they massaged her cock, kneading closer to the base and squeezing behind the head. Yet there was nothing to be done and Dana could not hold back as they jerked her off, milking her as if there was only one purpose in life Dana’s body could possibly have for them.

And that was true. There was nowhere for her to go as her cock throbbed and twitched in the clasp of their hands.

“There’s a good girl,” Applejack said, though she was back by the door. “I’m sure you two will get this new filly milked and ready to join the rest of the herd.”

Applejack, after all, didn’t need to be involved as more and more milk filled the container and Dana mumbled incoherently. She couldn’t pull sensible words to her lips as both the orange and blue mares rubbed her cock, the smooth, pulling strokes from base to tip doing something to her that nothing else ever had before.

There was a second bucket for her cum as she whinnied and shot her load at last, her cock milked of, at the very least, the first load of seed she had to give. Long ropes of thick cream shot into the bucket, splattering down, and Dana moaned brokenly, even though her heart was pounding.

Somehow, even though she did not know where she was, she had to get out of there, out of the milking parlour. Yet that was a dim, passing thought as she hung against the front of the stocks, putting her weight on the metal as it warmed to the heat of her body.

“That’s one milking load done,” the orange mare murmured. “Got to get at least six from you today, filly. Get ready now.”

Dana gulped hard, though the dizzying effect of the drugs still in her system had her shivering.

Getting apples that day had been the worst decision she had ever made.

And there was nothing the trapped mare could do about it.