{"sf1_id":2310,"sf2_id":"AnK24yYm","title":"Truly fitting the crime","author":"Osix","words":9189,"posted_at":"2004-04-16T05:21:00.000Z","tags":["Domination/Submission","Human","M/F","Orgy","Oviposition","Pegasus","Pregnancy","Scat","Transformation","Violence","Watersports"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2310-truly-fitting-the-crime","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnK24yYm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5f/55/5f556642-5098-4c48-a9d8-59e934bab0dc","description":"","content":"I always thought of myself as a man that is not exactly rich but comfortably  \nwell off. I always liked to unwind by hunting. There was an area deep in a  \nsmall chain of mountains called misty valley that I enjoyed and was always  \nsure to get a large buck. The area had a few sparse trails but that didn't  \nmatter because I was a skilled orienter. I could find my way out of that  \nvalley no matter where I was.  \n  \nOne day I was walking down a trail to where I felt I would find some white  \ntail bucks. I had planned on setting up a blind and staying a few days so I  \nhad on a full backpack of the needed equipment and my rifle as well. I was  \nloaded down but I was fairly fit and could manage the weight. I would sweat  \na bit walking down the trail but found the long walk through the woods, with  \nnot too much more then the occasional bird call ringing in the air, relaxing.  \n  \nI passed the two mile marker on the trail on my way to the fifth where I had  \nplanned on turning away from the trail to a small clearing, that i new was  \nthere. But before I got to the third mile marker I heard something rustling  \nin the woods a fair ways in. I estimated it could have been five hundred to  \none thousand feet from the trail from the sound of it. The occasional wind  \nwhistling through the trees was coming from its direction so I knew my scent  \nwould not have carried in the direction of the sound. I figured to myself  \nwhy pass up an opportunity for a quick kill. I dropped my backpack, leaning  \nit up against a tree, then pulled my rifle and headed for the sound as  \nquietly as I could. The sound moved ahead of me as if it were moving away.  \nBut it didn't sound as if it were spooked or running. I must have trailed it  \nfor another mile.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then something strange began to happen. I must have had some bad coffee on  \nthe way to the trail head because my vision became blurry. I stopped for a  \nmoment and shook my head to clear it then moved on after my prey.  \n  \nI walked to the edge of a clearing and peered across it to see if I could  \nsee the creature that I was after. But then a thought shocked me. I must  \nhave known this small valley better then anyone and I knew that there was no  \nclearing in the direction I was walking in. I started to panic a bit and  \nlooked around frantically. I couldn't find any familiar landmarks. I calmed  \nmyself and told myself that I could find my way out later, counting on my  \norienteering skills.  \n  \nI made my way around the shorter side of the clearing, not wanting to be  \nseen by my prey. It worked as I could hear it rustling through the brush  \nand fallen sticks and leaves closer then ever.  \n  \nI came up to a small lake. Again this shocked me because I knew there were  \nno water bodies in this direction.  \n  \nI don't know how it managed it but it was already across the lake. I knew  \nthis because I saw a tinny glimpse of white across the lake. \"A WHITE  \nTAIL BUCK\" I thought to myself.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I made my way around the side of the lake, looking for the deer.  \n  \nI found a good place among some bushes to stop and take a look around. The  \nanimal then began to walk from the bushes that it was hiding in, down to  \nthe waters edge to take a drink. I could not believe my luck. I leveled  \nmy rifle as quietly as I could. But then my eyes popped open wide at what I  \nsaw through my rifle scope. It was a horse. It had brilliant white fur,  \nmane and tail hair. There was a little patch of gray at the tip of its  \nmuzzle. But what altered my sense of reality and made my eyes open as wide  \nas saucers was what was on its back. It had WINGS! It was the living  \nembodiment of the Greek Pegasus artwork one sees in museums but here it  \nwas, living and breathing in front of me. I managed to suppress my excited  \npanting so as not to spook it.  \n  \nI kept my rifle pointed. I thought to myself, \"Should I shoot it? It  \ncould be the last of its kind. No it cant be. It wouldn't survive out here  \nwithout more of its kind. And bringing it back could make me famous\".  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; So I leveled my rifle and shot.  \n  \nI heard the typical screech of a horse, then it fell, a spatter of red on  \nits snow white fur. I had just a moment of pride as I ran up to where it  \nfell, but as I approached a deepening guilt set in. Why? I never felt this  \nway after killing a deer.  \n  \nI got up to it and laid my hand down on its dead white furred side. A tear  \nrolled down my cheek and I muttered to myself \"What have I done?\"  \n  \nBut then I started hearing whispering voices all around me. I started to  \nlook around as they got louder. A wave of panic washed over me and I began to  \nrun around the far side of the lake. But it was no use. The whispering voices  \nfollowed and grew louder and closer. I could start to make out the words.  \n\"murderer MURDERER!\"  \n  \nI ran as fast as I could. I found the clearing that was not suppose to be  \nthere and ran straight across it. I ran and ran. I approached where I thought  \nthe trail where I left my backpack should be, with the voices growing  \nsteadily behind me. I chanced a glance back to see if I could make out who  \nwas calling me a murderer. Looking back turned out to be a mistake. I ran  \nstraight off a high cliff right where the trail should have been. It must  \nhave been thirty feet high and I plunged over it. At the bottom, thankfully  \nwas another beautiful lake with stunningly sparkling water and I plunged into  \nit. The water surface hit me like a brick wall and I passed out. I thought  \nthat was the last time I would see daylight.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nI don't know how long I was out but I eventually fluttered to consciousness.  \n  \nI couldn't move, and I put it down to having been unconscious for some unknown  \nperiod of time. I couldn't focus my eyes at all at first but I could tell I  \nwas laying on my side. There was some sort of roof over my head that I could  \njust barely make out through the fuzziness. It was some sort of wooden  \ncathedral or barn like roof. I started to hear the voices again but still  \ncould not move. The voices began \"Murderer. Why did you kill one of us?\" I  \ndidn't answer. I couldn't move my head around to see where the voices were  \ncoming from, but then I saw what I could just make out as a horses head  \ncome into my view over me. I heard the question again \"Why did you kill one  \nof us?\" This time it was more demanding.  \n  \nThis shocked me because the voice came from the horse looking down at me.  \nIts lips did not move but I heard it as clear as any human speech.  \n  \nThen I heard it say \"To answer your question, we are psychic. We can hear  \nyour thoughts as clearly as you can hear ours. Now why did you kill that  \nmare?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I winced as I still felt exceedingly sore. However, some of the pain was  \nfrom guilt. I thought to myself \"Because I'm a hunter\" which I realize I  \nshouldn't have, because of the abilities of the creatures that were obviously  \naround me. I heard \"He admits it. He admits it. Sentence him\" in a jumble of  \nwhat I now know were thoughts even though they sounded as clear as any  \nspeech.  \n  \nThe one horse that I barely could make out thought out, \"There is only one  \npunishment according to our laws for murder.\"  \n  \nI readied myself for what I thought would be a rain of hooves from these  \nhorses, which I assumed to be all Pegasi like the one I killed. I felt a  \nheavy pain in my belly then passed out again.  \n  \n  \nI came too, again and once again my vision was blurry but this time it began  \nto clear faster. I still could not move and I was still under the big  \nwooden roof.  \n  \nBut something was different. For some reason I could not focus forward.  \nI tried to raise my head but just winced at the aching pain  \nstill raking my body. The same horse came over into my vision and I could  \nmake out some more features. This one had jet black fur. Its muzzle was  \nquite a bit larger then the Pegasus I shot at the lake. It had a  \nbrilliantly silver horn sticking out of its head. He commented \"Yes I am  \nan Alicorn\" as he read my thoughts with ease.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He then commented \"Because we do not take a life for a life here\" as he  \neasily heard my next questioning thought \"Why am I still alive?\"  \n  \nHe then added \"But you are going to wish that we did kill you when you  \nlearn what the punishment for murder is here\".  \n  \nI gulped in fear not knowing what he had in mind or what awaited me.  \n  \nI laid there on my side and slowly I began to realize I was laying in what  \nfelt like hay. My senses slowly began to return. I was able to raise my head  \nnow and again. I still could not focus straight ahead. But I could see a  \npanorama more then my peripheral vision ever could before.  \n  \nThe sensation was weird but I slowly got used to it. I also noticed I could  \nsmell things that I never noticed before. The tinniest of smells registered  \nin my mind. This verified that I was in some kind of barn. Another thing  \nthat was weird is the smells in the barn would have normally made me gag,  \nbut now the same smells were oddly alluring.  \n  \nThen I managed to pick my head up enough to look down my body and what I saw  \nshocked me. I didn't see a clothed human body anymore but the body of a white  \nfurred horse. I almost fainted again and began to shiver in terror.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I forced myself to examine my new body. It was covered in short white fur.  \nAs my head moved around long white hair flopped over my eyes which I assumed  \nwas my mane. Then I felt a twitch behind me and I caught a glimpse of a white  \nhaired tail flick behind me. Fascinated for a moment I tried to consciously  \ncontrol it. I found I could flick it at will, almost as another appendage.  \n  \nThen another shock hit as I examined myself. I had no sheath of a male horse  \nbut rather the two pert udders of a female horse.  \n  \nThen a realization hit me. They must want me to replace the mare that I  \nkilled.  \n  \nThe big black Alicorn must have been watching me all the time because I  \nheard his thoughts as clear as day again. \"No. Thats not it at all. You will  \nlearn your punishment in time. For now rest. Your fall plus the  \ntransformation spell has taken a lot out of you and you need your rest\"  \n  \nI took his advice and tried to sleep. Sleep didn't come easy though even as  \nexhausted as I was. Images of what they had in mind for me kept flashing  \nthrough my mind. But the soft hay eventually helped me to drift off into  \nslumber.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nThe next morning I felt much stronger. These Pegasi, must have set down a  \ntrough of water next to me during the night. The water smelled sweet and  \nI dipped my new muzzle in and drank deeply. Then the shock of actually  \nhaving a muzzle registered for just a moment. I then wondered to myself  \nhow these Pegasi managed to move the heavy trough of water.  \n  \nI managed to role to my belly then scuttled around a little. My rear legs  \nfelt weird as I tried to adjust to the feeling of them being digigrade.  \n  \nOnce or twice I tried to stand up but found my rear hips would just not  \nlet me do so. I finally manage to scuttle up, standing on all four limbs.  \nStanding on rear legs and forelegs felt exceedingly weird not to mention  \nnot having a scrap of cloths on. I now realized how thankful a horse must  \nbe to actually have a tail.  \n  \nOnce I was standing I managed to get a good look around. I was indeed  \nsurrounded by a huge well maintained barn. The two long side walls had row  \nafter row of what looked like stables. I could tell that some of the stalls  \nhad Pegasi in them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; There were a number of Pegasi surrounding me. Some were just standing  \naround in the background. A good number of them were encircling me,  \nall with very angry expressions on their faces. Their looks could have  \nburned through steal and my guilty feelings came back in full force.  \n  \nThen I turned to see the huge black Alicorn and I began to hear his  \nthoughts. \"You ex-human have been found guilty of killing a Pegasus. I  \nthink you have found out that we are sentient creatures. Such an act is even  \nconsidered murder in your own society. However we don't take a life for a life  \nhere. We expect you to replace the life you took with many new lives. We  \nPegasi are not exactly prolific even in our own magically hidden forest.\" As  \nI listened to this I realized that I must have blundered into this magical  \nforest, and that is why I couldn't find my way back. \"So you are going to help  \nus out in this regard, whether you like too or not\" The last part of his  \ncomments taking a very serious tone.  \n  \nPanic began to build in me at his comments, my new movable ears laid down on  \nmy head and I began to look around for a possible escape but they were  \neffectively surrounding me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He continued. \"You are going to be bred by all the stallions among us and  \nyou will bear new life again and again.\"  \n  \nI began to shake my head in disbelief at what they intended for me. My  \nexpression must have registered extreme fear at that point.  \n  \n\"In case you don't know, us Pegasus are half bird and lay eggs. But the eggs  \nthe mares lay are the size of a horse foal so you will be in as much pain as a  \nregular mare giving birth. But since an egg dose not share its mothers fluids  \nyou will be in far less danger then actually giving birth. So you will have  \nno hope of death bringing you away from your future agonies.\"  \n  \nMy eyes were as wide as saucers at this point. I was shaking my head in a  \ngesture widely recognized as \"NO\". When he finished I screamed out and my  \nwings engaged instinctively, letting me hop over the surrounding Pegasi in  \ntheir surprise. The doors to the barn were wide open and I stumbled out and  \ntook to the air. The feeling of my wings beating through the air and  \nsupporting me aloft was amazing and I circled just once. But then I saw my  \ncaptors streaming from the barn bellow and I took off in a straight line away  \nfrom them in fear. They followed me relentlessly. They were all virile and  \nstrong stallions and easily closed the distance I had on them. I flew as  \nfast as I could but quickly began to pant heavily as my already weakened  \ncondition could not hope to out fly them. I saw the same field bellow me that  \nI had run through as a human trying to get away from them. I landed and  \ngasped for air. The stallion Pegasi quickly landed and surrounded me. I  \nwhimpered out \"NO\" in my mind and panickingly searched around for an exit. My  \nexhaustion ruled out flying. My legs almost buckled under me several times  \nas I whirled around trying to find a way by them but it was no use. They had  \nme. I could not believe I was actually whimpering. I was a strong man and  \nhaven't actually cried since I was a child.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then two of them parted and the huge black Alicorn trotted in to the circle.  \n  \nI now knew that he must be their leader.  \n  \nHe began to comment in his mind \"Do you realize your situation now mare?\"  \n  \nJust him calling me a mare made me feel awful and I felt my ears lay down on  \nmy head on their own again.  \n  \nHe went on \"Your our mare now. Except your going to be treated as something  \nless then an actual Pegasus mare\" He walked around me almost as a drill  \nSargent would do to his men.  \n  \nHe continued \"You are going to be a brood mare. You will be treated as  \nthough your nothing more then an animal where as naturally born Pegasus  \nmares are treated with the respect of any sentient creatures. Even your  \nyoung will be treated as members of our society and look down upon you as  \nthe breeder animal you now are considered to be. I trust you now know the  \nhopelessness of escaping. You are in our magically protected forest now and  \nyou can fly as far as you like. But since you are subject to our laws now  \nyou will always be found and brought back. You have zero hope of escaping.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He then turns to me looking as straight at me as well as a horse possibly  \ncan and snarls in his mind with gritted flat equine teeth \"So just resign  \nyourself to your new life right now you little slut\"  \n  \nMy head falls and I begin to sob.  \n  \nI then notice him begin to trot around to my rear. He looks over me intently  \nfor a while then I heard his mind comment \"Tail up now\".  \n  \nI gasp out as I realize what he intends to do and try and take off but still  \ndon't have a fraction of the energy needed to fly.  \n  \nI turn and see him looking even more annoyed at me. He sneered at me through  \nangry gritted teeth and his mind growled out \"Raise the tail now bitch\". He  \nthen nipped me hard on my rump with his flat teeth, none the less bringing  \nsmall welts of blood raising to the surface. I hear myself whinnie out in  \npain.  \n  \nThen I hear his mind growl out again \"Raise that tail ... NOW!\"  \n  \nMy entire body is now shivering in fear and exhaustion and I begrudgingly  \nbegin to raise my tail to one side.  \n  \nI see his expression change as I glance back, softening a bit. He then  \ncomments \"Thats better slut. Now scuttle out your hind legs and wink your  \nvulva lips\".  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; At this point, I'm sobbing but do my best to obey him. I scuttle out my hind  \nlegs and flex what I think is my mareish sex but not having done so I cant be  \nsure. I apparently please him as his expression softens further. He comments  \n\"Thats a good little slut. I hope you are prepared to have your virginity  \ntaken.\"  \n  \nI feel him nuzzle into my rump and sniff inside the cleft. I feel his breath  \nblast over what I assumed to be my sex and I feel it cool a bit as though  \nsome liquid is oozing over it. I feel him pull his snout away and I glance  \nback. I see him throw his head back and curl his upper lip. Ive seen stag  \nafter stag do this and know exactly what it means. I just hang my head and  \nsob, not daring to bring my hind legs back to upright, keeping them spread  \nand braced apart a bit. Then I see him begin to trot around me again parading  \nin front of me. As he comes in to view I glance under his hind legs to see a  \nmassive meaty stallion cannon hanging between his hind legs fully extended  \nfrom its sheath. I gasp in horror from the sight. It was huge throbbing,  \ncovered in veins and black skin, and had a blunt tip looking like the  \nmuzzle of a cannon. My eyes widen as big as saucers and I whimper out. My  \nmind calls out \"No. No.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He hears this in his mind and he comments back \"You don't have a choice. Now  \nsniff at it\".  \n  \nI reluctantly crane my neck down and take a whiff. Immediately I gag at the  \nthick disgusting stench of stallions groin, my equine nostrils flaring wildly.  \n  \nI wince and turn my head, still sobbing.  \n  \nI hear him comment to the other stallions \"I think she likes it\" Then I hear  \nthe minds of the other stallions giggling.  \n  \nHe then trots around to my rear again. For a moment he drapes his head to the  \nside over my rump then rears up and comes down hard over my rump. I gasp out  \na whinnie as his added weight forces air from my lungs. My ears lay down  \nagain as I hear the whinnie that escapes me just like any horse.  \n  \nI feel him scuttling up my back then feel that huge and meaty blunt cock tip  \nnestle up into my rump cheeks. I sob out in earnest as he nestles it up tight  \nat my virgin sex. He just stands there for a time as he listens to me  \nsobbing out.  \n  \nI then feel him shove hard and I whinnie out loudly feeling myself parting  \naround his throbbing cock. It feels like a tree trunk being shoved in me  \nand I neigh out again and again as he bucks into me deeper and deeper. I  \nfeel my passage squirming around his massive shaft spreading thick juices  \nthat my body produces around the sides.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I feel him begin to role his hips thrusting his huge black shaft into me  \nover and over, fucking me hard just like any stallion does to their mares.  \nAs his huge shaft drags over my passage walls over and over I quickly feel  \nmy body begin to tense up and jerk with each powerful stroke. He begins to  \ngrunt through his nostrils and I feel his heavy breath blast through my  \nmane hair. I feel more of my passages juices begin to spurt out around his  \nthick pistoning shaft. As his hips meet my rump I begin to feel my own  \nspurting juice ooze between us.  \n  \nI grunt out louder and louder and more urgently as my body begins to tense  \nup hard being forcefully rocked forward again and again as his thrusts  \nbecome sticato in nature.  \n  \nThen I throw back my head and scream out a whinnie as my entire body locks  \nand shakes. I feel my passage spasm around his shaft then I feel my  \nvirginity rip open and my cervix give way as he thrusts in hard, burying  \nhimself deep into my womb.  \n  \nI then hear him whinnie out, almost in triumph. Then I feel his shaft surge  \ndeep inside me. Then I feel my womb begin to fill with warm creamy stallion  \nsemen. I begin to sob out as I realize that I'm now going to be pregnant with  \nthe huge egg he told me about. I sob bitterly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I then gasp as I feel him yank free from me in one powerful yank, making a  \nsickening slurp. I hear excess stallion semen splash on the ground as I  \nfeel it spray from my abused vulva. I turn to look and its stained slightly  \npink from the taking of my virginity.  \n  \nThen I hear his mind comment \"OK I'm done. Next.\"  \n  \nI gasp out realizing they are not done with me yet. I look around wildly  \nseeing that each stallion has a huge raging hardon from watching their  \nleader take me.  \n  \nI sob out loudly as I realize that each one of them is going to get a turn.  \n  \nFor the next few hours I'm raped by stallion after stallion, stretching my  \nvulva and spewing seed deep into my womb.  \n  \nAs they do, all hope seeps from me of avoiding a pregnancy. I sob out  \nresigning myself to my fate.  \n  \nWhen they all finally finish with me I stand there sopping in my own sweat  \nmixed with theirs that had dripped down on me. My vulva was a caked mess  \nfrom stallion cum.  \n  \nThe sun was beginning to set and they began to herd me back in the direction  \nof the barn. Flight at this point was out of the question as I could hardly  \nwalk. It was dark when we got back and the barn was lit with magic torches.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As I walked in I noticed that the barn was filled with other mares that  \nlooked as forlorn and pathetic as I did. The stallions left and I heard a  \nlock click.  \n  \nThere was a building not to far away, and the faint sounds of a party was  \ngoing on through most of the night. I on the other hand was standing with  \nmy sister mares, obviously condemned to the same fate as me.  \n  \nI tried to sleep on my feet but sleep came fitfully.  \n  \nThen I woke during the night, the water I drank earlier catching up to  \nme. I try to think too one of the other mares and one of them hears my  \nthoughts and wakes up. I think \"I got to go. How do I get to the bathroom?\"  \n  \nShe looks at me forlornly and comments in her mind back \"They consider us  \nto be nothing more then animals. They expect us to use the stall. They  \nclean it for us later.\"  \n  \nI look at her with shock for a moment and resign to hold it in.  \n  \nAs the night passes my sleep becomes more and more impossible and my hind  \nlegs begin to dance around. Finally I cant hold out any longer and let it go  \nin a long stream arching out behind me, splashing to the hay. I moan out in  \nrelief but then begin to wince and crinkle my nose at the stench. The smell  \nmakes it hard for me to sleep again but without the pressure built up in  \nmy bladder, I at least find it possible.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then I wake up again. It's still not morning but I feel another urgent need.  \nI begin to whimper realizing that I'm going to have to take care of this as  \nwell out in the open in the presence of the other mares. Resigned to what I  \nhave to do I raise my tail and defecate. Each one of my droppings hit the  \nhay covered floor and flatten out, immediately beginning to stink up the  \nbarn. To my relief the other mares barely crinkle their noses at the scent.  \nI resign myself that I will eventually get used to it as much as they are  \nnow.  \n  \nAgain I try and fall asleep. The stench makes it difficult but I eventually  \nmanage it.  \n  \nThe next thing I know is the doors to the barn being open, and sunlight  \nstreaming in, awakening me from my fitful sleep. I blink at what I see.  \nThe stallions come trotting in, but there are some floating shovels hovering  \nin mid air around them. Several of them lead us out of the barn into the  \ncool morning air. I watch the stallions in the barn strain. Obviously to  \nmanipulate a shovel mentally takes as much effort as it does for a human  \nto manipulate it manually. They proceed to muck out the one large communal  \narea in the barn, cleaning up our droppings.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As I watch this, more stallions begin to fly in and land in the field. Some  \nof them are more frail then the ones I saw which were obviously the leaders  \nguards. But all looked quite virile. They kept coming and coming and  \neasily outnumbered my sister barn mares, ten to one. They immediately began  \nto sniff at the closest mares. I watched as the mares immediately and  \nobediently raised their tails and scuttled out their hind legs. It didn't  \ntake long for the stallions sniffing at them to rear and mount them and  \nbegin to hump them hard. I watched the others and my heart literally  \ndropped as I realized that I was doomed to this fate as well. The  \nstallions without mares worked their way closer to the barn. One trotted  \nup to me and began to sniff at me. I realized I had better do as the  \nothers do or I could be punished. I felt completely humiliated but  \nobediently turned my rump to the sniffing stallion, flagged my tail and  \nscuttled out my hind legs. The stallion waisted no time, rearing up and  \nmounting me. I gasp out at the addition of his weight to my back and the  \nstrong grip of his forelegs at my sides. I whinnie out as I feel him  \nshove in one smooth motion with his hips burying his shaft into my  \nvaginal passage. He begins to role his hips rutting me just as any  \nhorse stallion would. I hear his mind as clear as day, him not trying to  \nhide anything \"What a delicious willing slut\".  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As he ruts me my body jerks and tightens further and further and my  \nvaginal juices begin to spurt from my vulva onto his swinging ball sack  \nwhich I feel slap up at the back of my legs. I scream out my release just  \nas I feel him dump spray after spray of fertile stallion seed into my  \nwomb. I think its already to late for me and I will be laying an egg  \nanyway, so what does it matter?  \n  \nThe rest of my day is spent either, grazing at the rather bland grass  \nor letting one of the stallions soak down my womb with his seed.  \n  \nWhen the day was over me and my barn sisters, headed back to the barn  \nwith heads hung low. Each one of us had a vulva literally dripping with  \nthe semen from multiple stallions.  \n  \nI look around as I trot in and see that the barn has been cleaned  \nthoroughly and troughs with fresh oats and watter have been put out.  \n  \nWe all ate and drank our fill then just stood around waiting for sleep to  \nhit us.  \n  \nI had to defecate again but this time I knew that there was little hope  \nof actually using a bathroom, so I lifted my tail and let it go. Some  \nof my barn sisters also defecated or urinated. Then fell to a fitful  \nsleep.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Before I fell asleep though I noticed some moaning coming from one of  \nthe separated enclosed stalls. The previous night I wondered why we  \ncouldn't use those stalls for at least a little privacy when we had to  \ngo. I just shrugged and fell asleep.  \n  \nThe next thing I know I'm awaken with a start from a loud screaming  \nwhinnie from one of the stalls. The screaming whinnies continue and then  \na stallion comes racing in and unlatches the door with his mental powers.  \n  \nI and some of my barn sisters look into the stall and see a mare laying  \non her side, her belly rudely bloated. She was gritting her flat equine  \nteeth and panting heavily through her nostrils. She then lets out  \nanother screaming whinnie as we witness her belly lurch then cinch  \ndown hard. Vaginal juices come spurting out of her vulva as she winces.  \nThen we all see her vulva lips begin to part and a white dot of a  \nshell begin to appear. She screams out over and over as contraction  \nafter contraction hits her. Her vulva stretches further and further  \nagonizingly slowly. The bobbing tip of the huge egg drips her vaginal  \njuices. Her rump cheeks begin to crinkle as they get pushed aside and  \nher free hind leg begins to raise into the air.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It seems to take hours as she struggles and my hind legs dance around in  \nsympathy as I watch her vulva lips stretch almost paper thin around the  \nmassive width of the egg. Tears literally cascade off her snout as she  \nsobs out bitterly. A tear roles from my cheek as well as I can almost  \nfeel her pain and know full well that it wont be long before I actually  \ndo.  \n  \nShe screams out one last time as she pushes hard and the egg pops free  \nfrom her rump, leaving a sloppy mess of sticky vaginal juices hanging  \nback to her brutally stretched vulva lips. She lays there panting  \nand sobbing, her body squirming around at the lingering pain.  \n  \nWe all go back to the places we were standing trying to fall back asleep,  \nas the stallion takes up the egg in a cushion that he controls with his  \nmind, and scurries it away.  \n  \nJust as I was about to sleep I heard a mare next to me think to me,  \n\"Did you see her pain? We are all doomed to go through that\".  \n  \nI think back to her, \"Why don't you all just try and get away\".  \n  \nShe thinks back, \"We've tried. But they always find you. You cant hide  \nfrom their telepathy. No matter how deep a cave you may find, they will  \nalways find you. And when they do they have lavish punishments. I tried  \nto escape once. When I did, they magically implanted a fully grown yet  \ninfertile egg in my belly every night for an entire week. I had to go  \nthrough the pain that mare just did once a night. They keep all the  \nmagic to themselves. The only power they allow us is the ability to  \nhear and send thoughts\".  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As I listened to her words I became more and more depressed and resigned  \nthat I will never leave and go through laying after painful laying.  \n  \nOnce I was a virile man who loved to hunt. Now I'm nothing more then a  \nsexual play thing animal, for dozens of winged stallions.  \n  \nI try to fall asleep but once again find it difficult, not only from the  \nmares thoughts but from the rising stench of horse dropping and urine  \nfrom the other mares. I then notice my own need and defecate, adding my  \nown droppings to the floor.  \n  \nI eventually manage to fall asleep.  \n  \n  \nOnce again we are rudely awaken by sunlight streaming into opening barn  \ndoors and once again we are lead out into the pasture while they clean  \nthe barn.  \n  \nI notice in horror that the mare that had given birth the night before  \nwas already on her feet and being herded out into the pasture buy the  \nguard stallions. Only several hours after she laid an egg the size of a  \nhorse foal, she would be bred again by the multitudes of arriving  \nstallions.  \n  \nAs the day goes on, hundreds of stallion Pegasi arrive in the fields and  \nbegin to pick out my barn sisters.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I was going to try and fly away but now knowing what I know from what  \nthe mare told me the night before, I just resigned myself to my fate. When  \na stallion came up to me and sniffed at me, I turned my rump and flagged  \nmy tail. Again he waisted no time in mounting me, rolling his hips, rutting  \nme, fucking me, making me squeal out again and again. And then I felt him  \ndump his load of semen into my womb.  \n  \nHe was the first but not the last by far, that day to mount me and deposit  \nhis seed deep into my belly. There must have been at least ten more but I  \nlost count.  \n  \nWeeks became months as I began to get use to my fate. However my belly was  \ngrowing at an alarming rate. It was growing faster then I ever thought it  \nwould. One day one of the mares saw my confusion and thought to me, \"Its  \nbecause they want you to have many young. However their magic can only  \nchange things just so far. They have managed to cut in half the time it  \ntakes for the egg to get full size. For a normal Pegasus mare it takes ten  \nmonths. For us it takes just five\". As she spoke the last sentence I saw  \nher expression collapse to sorrow and her ears flatten down on her head.  \nMine did as well as I realized I would be laying two eggs every year.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; One day when they opened up the barn doors, one of the guard stallions  \nstepped in front of me. He instead herded me over to one of the private  \nstalls, and simply left me in it. I guess they had deemed me to far into  \nmy pregnancy to breed any further. I had this private stall to myself. I  \nstill had to use it as a bathroom for the next few days but the stallions  \ndiligently cleaned it every morning.  \n  \nEventually I found myself waddling around the stall instead of walking around  \nit. The stallions kept my food and water troughs fresh.  \n  \nIt felt kind of special to have some privacy for once. However I started to  \nfeel the pressure build up in my tummy.  \n  \nThe first few nights in the stall I slept as well as I could but then the  \npressure building deep inside me, made sleep all but impossible.  \n  \nThen one night I felt a huge wincing pain in my tummy. I began to panic and  \npant frantically scared out of my mind, not knowing what it would feel like.  \nAnother wincing pain of a contraction hit me. When it passed I began to  \nscuttle myself down to my side. I laid there for quite some time panting and  \nshivering in fear. Then I felt another wincing pain, this time much stronger  \nthen the others. I began to grit my teeth and beared down. Then I felt  \nsomething pop inside me, then a large rush of sticky juices erupted from what  \ncould only be my vulva. I felt it soak down one side of my rump thoroughly  \nand I felt it soak down and ooze into the hay just under my lower rump cheek.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Once again I laid there for what seemed like hours in real fear. Then I felt  \nanother wincing pain hit me. Once again I bore down and grunted hard through  \nclenched teeth. And then I felt it. I felt a huge mass in my belly begin to  \nslowly move. As it moved I felt my very flesh begin to stretch. It stretched  \nand stretched deep within me. The pain quickly began to grow. I could not  \nbelieve how far I was feeling myself stretch. The pain grew at an incredible  \nrate until I could not stand it and I screamed out a horrible neighing  \nwhinnie. I then heard some rustling of the other mares outside but took  \nlittle interest because the pain had my full and complete attention. After my  \nscream died off, I began to sob out bitterly. The huge mass had stopped moving  \nas I let go my push and its girth holding the beginnings of my passage open,  \nkept the pain agonizingly high. I squirmed around in the hay in extreme  \ndiscomfort, sobbing out. Tears began to role down my cheek.  \n  \nJust then, a stallion unlocked the stall door and trotted in looking at me  \nintently. He did nothing to interfere but watched me with about the  \nexpression a chess champion has when contemplating his next move.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Another pain hit me hard making me grit my teeth and grunt loudly again. I  \nfelt my tummy lurch then contract hard. Once again the huge mass in my belly  \nbegan to move. I felt the flesh around my passage stretch as the huge mass  \nmade its way down.  \n  \nAnd then I felt my vulva begin to part. I instinctively raised my free hind  \nleg in the air. The pain had stayed more or less even but now it escalated  \nagain as I felt my vent begin to stretch brutally wide around the huge mass.  \nThe pain once again forced a loud piercing whinnie from me echoing off the  \nwalls. My mind cried out \"THE PAIN. THE PAIN. IT HURTS BAD\".  \n  \nThe stallion must have heard me and thought out \"Just keep pushing\".  \n  \nBut I didn't think I could. I laid there in horrible agony squirming around,  \nmy vulva feeling like it was stretched like a rubber band, although currently  \nputting any rubber band to shame. Tears matted down my cheek fur and ran off  \ninto the hay.  \n  \nThen another contraction hit me hard. For just a moment I cried out in my  \nmind, \"NO NO NO\". But then the pain took full control and I once again  \ngritted my teeth and bore down with all my might.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Once again I felt my vulva begin to stretch. I didn't think it could go much  \nfurther. The huge mass moved for a bit but the effort grew as my vent  \nstretched. I gasped in a huge breath and bore down again. Just then the huge  \nmass lurched and I heard a loud and sickening slurp behind me. Instantly I  \nfelt my vulva relax and I knew the egg must have fallen. My vent was still  \nincredibly sore and I laid there in the hay balling in exhaustion. I saw  \nout of the corner of my eye the stallion using his mind to place the egg on a  \ncushion and taking it away.  \n  \nHe said nothing further and did absolutely nothing to help me. The massive  \nexhaustion made sleep easy despite the ever present smell of horse urine and  \nfeces.  \n  \n  \nThe next thing I new was the barn doors opening to let the sunlight of  \nanother beautiful day stream in. I noticed that I was already feeling a lot  \nbetter. There leader wasn't kidding. Not actually sharing body fluids with  \nan egg makes recovery a lot easier.  \n  \nOne of the stallions unlocked the stall door and began to herd me out onto  \nthe pasture. Having seen the other mare go through this, I knew full well  \nthat I was to service any stallion that sniffed at me, now that I have  \nlaid the egg.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; They didn't waist much time. One came trotting right up to me thinking before  \nhe ever got to me, \"Tail up slut\". I immediately obeyed and he began to  \nsniff into my rump. I felt his breath blast onto my vulva a few times then  \nhe lifted his head and flehmened. He didn't waist too much time in rearing  \nand coming down over my back. I felt him thrust hard sheathing himself into  \nmy, causing me to whinnie out. He humped me hard and long, never once  \nthinking about my feelings. Eventually my body spasmed hard and tensed up  \njust as I felt his do the same. Then I felt his shaft blast fertile seed  \ndeep into me. I felt so degraded and without a shred of dignity at this  \npoint, knowing that it wouldn't be too long before I would lay again.  \n  \nThe day passed as all the others did, with stallion after stallion  \nejaculating deep into my womb. I knew that it would only be a precious five  \nmonths before I would labor on another egg in agony.  \n  \n  \nI was one of the more well behaved prisoners here. There were other mares  \nwho obviously were once career criminals, who tried to escape very often.  \nThey would obviously be caught time and again. With their psychic powers  \nthe Pegasi were just too formidable in tracking down escapees.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Every time they brought a mare back, they made a point of showing the rest  \nof us for the following week, the agony that the individual would have to  \ngo through laying a fully grown egg once every night. It was not fun to  \nwatch and most of my barn sisters hind legs would dance around in a bit of  \nempathic pain.  \n  \nEvery time I would watch this, another sliver of hope would fall away from  \nme. I would never leave this place.  \n  \n  \nThe months passed by. I was getting used to having stallion after stallion  \nbreed me everyday with the odd exception of the few days before I had to lay  \nan egg. I at one time, thought I would eventually get used too the intense  \npain that came with laying eggs, but I never did. I was always amazed that  \nmy very flesh could stretch like that around such a huge object without  \nshowing more then the slightest pink of my blood. Most of the time the eggs  \ncame out clean and white. Rarely there would be some slight binding and the  \negg would be tinged slightly pink. No real damage ever occurred to me.  \n  \nThe months dragged on into years as I laid egg after painful egg once  \nevery five months. My days spent in the manotiny of being fucked by stallion  \nafter stallion, or when they weren't busy with me, I would graze or feed at  \nthe troughs of oats or drink.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Pegasi must be extremely well aged. Ten years passed then twenty. I was  \nshowing a little effects of the passage of time but at 15 years I was  \namazed that I still looked quite virile. Most horses would be dead or close  \ntoo it.  \n  \nStill I was a prisoner required to allow every stallion that wanted too, to  \nbreed me.  \n  \nAs the years passed I noticed the occasional new mare brought to us.  \nThen one day I noticed one of the far older and frail mares being lead out  \nanother door in the opposite side of the barn. A question leaped into my  \nmind and I guess I wasn't the only one with the same question as the herding  \nstallions thought back, \"You should all know by now that we don't believe in  \ntaking a life for a life. She is not going to be killed just because she  \ncan't breed any more. She is being taken to a retirement pasture to live  \nout the rest of her days in piece. Of course she is still considered  \nnothing more then an animal and will be given no societal comforts like  \na private place to urinate or defecate. But she will no longer have to  \nsubmit to any stallions attentions.  \nWith that they left out the barn door.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The days of being bred over and over, rolled by.  \n  \nThen one day I noticed five stallions all land on the field at once. They  \nall made straight for me. This was slightly odd in that most stallions just  \ncame to the field alone and would look around a bit at the mares present,  \nbefore selecting one.  \n  \nBut these five were walking straight at me.  \n  \nOne was a huge Alicorn. He had a chocolate brown coat and a white stripe  \nrunning down his forehead. Right in the middle was a horn that had a gold  \ntinge to it. Over the years I learned that the Alicorns tended to be in  \ncharge. They were more muscular and heavier built. Much more like a draft  \nstallion then a thoroughbred like the regular Pegasi were. The other four  \nstallions were normal Pegasi and all four of them looked very young but  \nstill of age and more then capable of making me pregnant. They all had snow  \nwhite fur, mane hair and tail hair, and there was a patch of gray at their  \nmuzzles.  \n  \nTo my surprise the huge Alicorn began to think speak to me. He said, \"You  \nmay not know me but I certainly know you. You know, about twenty years ago  \nI had a wonderful loving mare wife with fur as white as snow\".  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I gulped as I started realizing what he was talking about.  \n  \nHe continued, \"But then some hunter put a bullet into her and she was gone\".  \n  \nHe sneered evilly at me and I began to cower and back away.  \n  \nHe continued, \"Oh don't worry mare. I'm not going to kill you or anything. I'm  \njust going to watch you take your usual punishment. These four fine young  \ngentlemen can do the honors\".  \n  \nI looked around at them. All five were sneering evilly at me.  \n  \nThen the Alicorn went on again. \"Oh you don't recognize them mare slut? You  \nshould. Of coarse you only saw them as the first four eggs that pop out of  \nyour cunt\".  \n  \nI then gasp and look around at them, and soon realize that he wasn't lying  \nthey did have features that led me to believe his story.  \n  \nI heard my mind blurt out \"NO. THIS IS WRONG!\" and I engage my wings and fly  \nstraight away from them.  \n  \nBut then the Alicorn stallions mind calls out \"YOU'LL BE PUNISHED IF YOU  \nRUN\".  \n  \nI gasp and wheel around in mid air and hover there for a moment. I felt so  \nhorribly trapped.  \n  \nI began to whimper, my ears laid down on my head as it hung in sorrow. I  \nslowly began to return to them landing right in front of them. Tears were  \nrolling off my snout and my body shivered.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But I obediently scuttled out my hind legs and flagged my tail.  \n  \nI then heard the big stallion Alicorn think \"You see, these mare sluts can  \nbe cooperative given the right incentive. Line up. I want you four to fuck  \nher first. Then I'll mount her\".  \n  \nIt was obvious to me he cruelly wanted me to feel his thicker phallus last of  \nall.  \n  \nOne of my offspring reared and mounted me, sheathing his cock deep into my  \nvulva. He rutted me hard and eventually filled my womb full of his young  \nfertile seed. Then the next of my offspring fucked me then the third then  \nthe fourth, one right after another. As I stood there being bred again and  \nagain by my own offspring, every shred of dignity that I might have had left  \nwas cruelly wrenched from me. Any hope I had, had been removed from me long  \nago. Now all dignity was gone as well. I knew now that I was indeed nothing  \nbut an animal to these Pegasi. I was just their sexual toy to do with as  \nthey will until the end of my days, even to my own young.  \n  \nOne of my offspring commented as he plowed away into my rump, \"This little  \nslut is so snug. I'm going to come hard\". Each word stung me like a scorpion  \ntail, making tears role down my snout once again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Once all four of the young stallions had finished with me the big Alicorn  \nstallion reared and mounted me. I heard his mind grunt as he began to thrust  \ninto me with all the strength he could muster. He said \"I'm going to fuck a  \nhuge egg into you slut. Nnnga.. And I'm going to delight in hearing you  \nscream out as you lay it.\"  \n  \nI sobbed out as I listened to his comments then gasped as I felt him unload  \na huge blast of his stallion seed deep into my womb.  \n  \nThen his mind said \"Who's up for seconds?\"  \n  \nI sobbed bitterly as each one fucked me a second time in order. Then they  \nall fucked me a third time.  \n  \nThat night I sobbed myself to sleep among the thick smell of horse urine  \nand dung.  \n  \nThe next day all five of them showed up again. Once again they took great  \ndelight in breeding me over and over taking turns.  \n  \nThe weeks and months that followed, they never failed to show up as a  \ngroup, making sure that each one of them had at least two turns with me.  \n  \nMy tummy steadily grew as I was quite used to by now.  \n  \nFive months to the day, I started to feel the pains hit my tummy again. I  \nalready had the stall to myself for about a week when I felt myself having  \nto lay down and begin to push the huge mass out of me. My first screaming  \nwhinnie immediately brought a group of stallions into the barn. The group  \nof five that were taunting me were there as well.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Sarcastically they began as they watched me laying there in agony, \"Oh does  \nthe poor little mare slut have an owy? I bet she secretly enjoys it. What  \na slut\".  \n  \nTheir words stung but no where near the pain that my flesh stretching  \naround the huge egg, caused.  \n  \nOnce the egg fell I just laid there balling while the pain subsided. But  \nthe complete loss of the last shreds of my dignity hurt worse.  \n  \nThe four were my constant tormentors from that day forward. They never gave  \nme much rest in the mating field.  \n  \n  \nOver the years I got used to their taunts but the pain of the indignity  \nnever left me.  \n  \nBut this is what I was now. I was just an animal for them to use. I was  \njust a tool for them to use too quench their lusts. And I would be so  \nuntil the day I could no longer breed and be put out into a retirement  \npasture.  \n  \n  \nThey have given me a week in my old human form to commit this story to  \npaper. I think they are hoping that other humans will one day find and read  \nit and possibly take it as a warning. They told me to include what I  \nthought would be best.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I retrospect I actually agree with the decission. What I did was murder.  \nThese winged horses are sentient, and I am paying for my crime.  \n  \nThere are times when I wish they had killed me. There are times when I'm  \nlaying an egg that I wish I would die and that the fate I have is worse  \nthen death.  \n  \nSo if you are reading this heed my words. Heed my story. If you see a  \nPegasus, you should not kill it.  \n  \nNow my story is done. Once again they will change me into the pitiful mare  \nthat I now am and lead me out to the fields to fulfill my duties, allowing  \neach stallion that wishes it to breed me.  \n  \nI now leave you this story and go in shame to the fields.  \n  \nThe End.  \n  \n  \n\n"}