# Truly fitting the crime

Author: Osix
Tags: Domination/Submission, Human, M/F, Orgy, Oviposition, Pegasus, Pregnancy, Scat, Transformation, Violence, Watersports

I always thought of myself as a man that is not exactly rich but comfortably  
well off. I always liked to unwind by hunting. There was an area deep in a  
small chain of mountains called misty valley that I enjoyed and was always  
sure to get a large buck. The area had a few sparse trails but that didn't  
matter because I was a skilled orienter. I could find my way out of that  
valley no matter where I was.  
  
One day I was walking down a trail to where I felt I would find some white  
tail bucks. I had planned on setting up a blind and staying a few days so I  
had on a full backpack of the needed equipment and my rifle as well. I was  
loaded down but I was fairly fit and could manage the weight. I would sweat  
a bit walking down the trail but found the long walk through the woods, with  
not too much more then the occasional bird call ringing in the air, relaxing.  
  
I passed the two mile marker on the trail on my way to the fifth where I had  
planned on turning away from the trail to a small clearing, that i new was  
there. But before I got to the third mile marker I heard something rustling  
in the woods a fair ways in. I estimated it could have been five hundred to  
one thousand feet from the trail from the sound of it. The occasional wind  
whistling through the trees was coming from its direction so I knew my scent  
would not have carried in the direction of the sound. I figured to myself  
why pass up an opportunity for a quick kill. I dropped my backpack, leaning  
it up against a tree, then pulled my rifle and headed for the sound as  
quietly as I could. The sound moved ahead of me as if it were moving away.  
But it didn't sound as if it were spooked or running. I must have trailed it  
for another mile.  
  

  Then something strange began to happen. I must have had some bad coffee on  
the way to the trail head because my vision became blurry. I stopped for a  
moment and shook my head to clear it then moved on after my prey.  
  
I walked to the edge of a clearing and peered across it to see if I could  
see the creature that I was after. But then a thought shocked me. I must  
have known this small valley better then anyone and I knew that there was no  
clearing in the direction I was walking in. I started to panic a bit and  
looked around frantically. I couldn't find any familiar landmarks. I calmed  
myself and told myself that I could find my way out later, counting on my  
orienteering skills.  
  
I made my way around the shorter side of the clearing, not wanting to be  
seen by my prey. It worked as I could hear it rustling through the brush  
and fallen sticks and leaves closer then ever.  
  
I came up to a small lake. Again this shocked me because I knew there were  
no water bodies in this direction.  
  
I don't know how it managed it but it was already across the lake. I knew  
this because I saw a tinny glimpse of white across the lake. "A WHITE  
TAIL BUCK" I thought to myself.  
  

  I made my way around the side of the lake, looking for the deer.  
  
I found a good place among some bushes to stop and take a look around. The  
animal then began to walk from the bushes that it was hiding in, down to  
the waters edge to take a drink. I could not believe my luck. I leveled  
my rifle as quietly as I could. But then my eyes popped open wide at what I  
saw through my rifle scope. It was a horse. It had brilliant white fur,  
mane and tail hair. There was a little patch of gray at the tip of its  
muzzle. But what altered my sense of reality and made my eyes open as wide  
as saucers was what was on its back. It had WINGS! It was the living  
embodiment of the Greek Pegasus artwork one sees in museums but here it  
was, living and breathing in front of me. I managed to suppress my excited  
panting so as not to spook it.  
  
I kept my rifle pointed. I thought to myself, "Should I shoot it? It  
could be the last of its kind. No it cant be. It wouldn't survive out here  
without more of its kind. And bringing it back could make me famous".  
  

  So I leveled my rifle and shot.  
  
I heard the typical screech of a horse, then it fell, a spatter of red on  
its snow white fur. I had just a moment of pride as I ran up to where it  
fell, but as I approached a deepening guilt set in. Why? I never felt this  
way after killing a deer.  
  
I got up to it and laid my hand down on its dead white furred side. A tear  
rolled down my cheek and I muttered to myself "What have I done?"  
  
But then I started hearing whispering voices all around me. I started to  
look around as they got louder. A wave of panic washed over me and I began to  
run around the far side of the lake. But it was no use. The whispering voices  
followed and grew louder and closer. I could start to make out the words.  
"murderer MURDERER!"  
  
I ran as fast as I could. I found the clearing that was not suppose to be  
there and ran straight across it. I ran and ran. I approached where I thought  
the trail where I left my backpack should be, with the voices growing  
steadily behind me. I chanced a glance back to see if I could make out who  
was calling me a murderer. Looking back turned out to be a mistake. I ran  
straight off a high cliff right where the trail should have been. It must  
have been thirty feet high and I plunged over it. At the bottom, thankfully  
was another beautiful lake with stunningly sparkling water and I plunged into  
it. The water surface hit me like a brick wall and I passed out. I thought  
that was the last time I would see daylight.  
  

   
I don't know how long I was out but I eventually fluttered to consciousness.  
  
I couldn't move, and I put it down to having been unconscious for some unknown  
period of time. I couldn't focus my eyes at all at first but I could tell I  
was laying on my side. There was some sort of roof over my head that I could  
just barely make out through the fuzziness. It was some sort of wooden  
cathedral or barn like roof. I started to hear the voices again but still  
could not move. The voices began "Murderer. Why did you kill one of us?" I  
didn't answer. I couldn't move my head around to see where the voices were  
coming from, but then I saw what I could just make out as a horses head  
come into my view over me. I heard the question again "Why did you kill one  
of us?" This time it was more demanding.  
  
This shocked me because the voice came from the horse looking down at me.  
Its lips did not move but I heard it as clear as any human speech.  
  
Then I heard it say "To answer your question, we are psychic. We can hear  
your thoughts as clearly as you can hear ours. Now why did you kill that  
mare?"  
  

  I winced as I still felt exceedingly sore. However, some of the pain was  
from guilt. I thought to myself "Because I'm a hunter" which I realize I  
shouldn't have, because of the abilities of the creatures that were obviously  
around me. I heard "He admits it. He admits it. Sentence him" in a jumble of  
what I now know were thoughts even though they sounded as clear as any  
speech.  
  
The one horse that I barely could make out thought out, "There is only one  
punishment according to our laws for murder."  
  
I readied myself for what I thought would be a rain of hooves from these  
horses, which I assumed to be all Pegasi like the one I killed. I felt a  
heavy pain in my belly then passed out again.  
  
  
I came too, again and once again my vision was blurry but this time it began  
to clear faster. I still could not move and I was still under the big  
wooden roof.  
  
But something was different. For some reason I could not focus forward.  
I tried to raise my head but just winced at the aching pain  
still raking my body. The same horse came over into my vision and I could  
make out some more features. This one had jet black fur. Its muzzle was  
quite a bit larger then the Pegasus I shot at the lake. It had a  
brilliantly silver horn sticking out of its head. He commented "Yes I am  
an Alicorn" as he read my thoughts with ease.  
  

  He then commented "Because we do not take a life for a life here" as he  
easily heard my next questioning thought "Why am I still alive?"  
  
He then added "But you are going to wish that we did kill you when you  
learn what the punishment for murder is here".  
  
I gulped in fear not knowing what he had in mind or what awaited me.  
  
I laid there on my side and slowly I began to realize I was laying in what  
felt like hay. My senses slowly began to return. I was able to raise my head  
now and again. I still could not focus straight ahead. But I could see a  
panorama more then my peripheral vision ever could before.  
  
The sensation was weird but I slowly got used to it. I also noticed I could  
smell things that I never noticed before. The tinniest of smells registered  
in my mind. This verified that I was in some kind of barn. Another thing  
that was weird is the smells in the barn would have normally made me gag,  
but now the same smells were oddly alluring.  
  
Then I managed to pick my head up enough to look down my body and what I saw  
shocked me. I didn't see a clothed human body anymore but the body of a white  
furred horse. I almost fainted again and began to shiver in terror.  
  

  I forced myself to examine my new body. It was covered in short white fur.  
As my head moved around long white hair flopped over my eyes which I assumed  
was my mane. Then I felt a twitch behind me and I caught a glimpse of a white  
haired tail flick behind me. Fascinated for a moment I tried to consciously  
control it. I found I could flick it at will, almost as another appendage.  
  
Then another shock hit as I examined myself. I had no sheath of a male horse  
but rather the two pert udders of a female horse.  
  
Then a realization hit me. They must want me to replace the mare that I  
killed.  
  
The big black Alicorn must have been watching me all the time because I  
heard his thoughts as clear as day again. "No. Thats not it at all. You will  
learn your punishment in time. For now rest. Your fall plus the  
transformation spell has taken a lot out of you and you need your rest"  
  
I took his advice and tried to sleep. Sleep didn't come easy though even as  
exhausted as I was. Images of what they had in mind for me kept flashing  
through my mind. But the soft hay eventually helped me to drift off into  
slumber.  
  

   
The next morning I felt much stronger. These Pegasi, must have set down a  
trough of water next to me during the night. The water smelled sweet and  
I dipped my new muzzle in and drank deeply. Then the shock of actually  
having a muzzle registered for just a moment. I then wondered to myself  
how these Pegasi managed to move the heavy trough of water.  
  
I managed to role to my belly then scuttled around a little. My rear legs  
felt weird as I tried to adjust to the feeling of them being digigrade.  
  
Once or twice I tried to stand up but found my rear hips would just not  
let me do so. I finally manage to scuttle up, standing on all four limbs.  
Standing on rear legs and forelegs felt exceedingly weird not to mention  
not having a scrap of cloths on. I now realized how thankful a horse must  
be to actually have a tail.  
  
Once I was standing I managed to get a good look around. I was indeed  
surrounded by a huge well maintained barn. The two long side walls had row  
after row of what looked like stables. I could tell that some of the stalls  
had Pegasi in them.  
  

  There were a number of Pegasi surrounding me. Some were just standing  
around in the background. A good number of them were encircling me,  
all with very angry expressions on their faces. Their looks could have  
burned through steal and my guilty feelings came back in full force.  
  
Then I turned to see the huge black Alicorn and I began to hear his  
thoughts. "You ex-human have been found guilty of killing a Pegasus. I  
think you have found out that we are sentient creatures. Such an act is even  
considered murder in your own society. However we don't take a life for a life  
here. We expect you to replace the life you took with many new lives. We  
Pegasi are not exactly prolific even in our own magically hidden forest." As  
I listened to this I realized that I must have blundered into this magical  
forest, and that is why I couldn't find my way back. "So you are going to help  
us out in this regard, whether you like too or not" The last part of his  
comments taking a very serious tone.  
  
Panic began to build in me at his comments, my new movable ears laid down on  
my head and I began to look around for a possible escape but they were  
effectively surrounding me.  
  

  He continued. "You are going to be bred by all the stallions among us and  
you will bear new life again and again."  
  
I began to shake my head in disbelief at what they intended for me. My  
expression must have registered extreme fear at that point.  
  
"In case you don't know, us Pegasus are half bird and lay eggs. But the eggs  
the mares lay are the size of a horse foal so you will be in as much pain as a  
regular mare giving birth. But since an egg dose not share its mothers fluids  
you will be in far less danger then actually giving birth. So you will have  
no hope of death bringing you away from your future agonies."  
  
My eyes were as wide as saucers at this point. I was shaking my head in a  
gesture widely recognized as "NO". When he finished I screamed out and my  
wings engaged instinctively, letting me hop over the surrounding Pegasi in  
their surprise. The doors to the barn were wide open and I stumbled out and  
took to the air. The feeling of my wings beating through the air and  
supporting me aloft was amazing and I circled just once. But then I saw my  
captors streaming from the barn bellow and I took off in a straight line away  
from them in fear. They followed me relentlessly. They were all virile and  
strong stallions and easily closed the distance I had on them. I flew as  
fast as I could but quickly began to pant heavily as my already weakened  
condition could not hope to out fly them. I saw the same field bellow me that  
I had run through as a human trying to get away from them. I landed and  
gasped for air. The stallion Pegasi quickly landed and surrounded me. I  
whimpered out "NO" in my mind and panickingly searched around for an exit. My  
exhaustion ruled out flying. My legs almost buckled under me several times  
as I whirled around trying to find a way by them but it was no use. They had  
me. I could not believe I was actually whimpering. I was a strong man and  
haven't actually cried since I was a child.  
  

  Then two of them parted and the huge black Alicorn trotted in to the circle.  
  
I now knew that he must be their leader.  
  
He began to comment in his mind "Do you realize your situation now mare?"  
  
Just him calling me a mare made me feel awful and I felt my ears lay down on  
my head on their own again.  
  
He went on "Your our mare now. Except your going to be treated as something  
less then an actual Pegasus mare" He walked around me almost as a drill  
Sargent would do to his men.  
  
He continued "You are going to be a brood mare. You will be treated as  
though your nothing more then an animal where as naturally born Pegasus  
mares are treated with the respect of any sentient creatures. Even your  
young will be treated as members of our society and look down upon you as  
the breeder animal you now are considered to be. I trust you now know the  
hopelessness of escaping. You are in our magically protected forest now and  
you can fly as far as you like. But since you are subject to our laws now  
you will always be found and brought back. You have zero hope of escaping."  
  

  He then turns to me looking as straight at me as well as a horse possibly  
can and snarls in his mind with gritted flat equine teeth "So just resign  
yourself to your new life right now you little slut"  
  
My head falls and I begin to sob.  
  
I then notice him begin to trot around to my rear. He looks over me intently  
for a while then I heard his mind comment "Tail up now".  
  
I gasp out as I realize what he intends to do and try and take off but still  
don't have a fraction of the energy needed to fly.  
  
I turn and see him looking even more annoyed at me. He sneered at me through  
angry gritted teeth and his mind growled out "Raise the tail now bitch". He  
then nipped me hard on my rump with his flat teeth, none the less bringing  
small welts of blood raising to the surface. I hear myself whinnie out in  
pain.  
  
Then I hear his mind growl out again "Raise that tail ... NOW!"  
  
My entire body is now shivering in fear and exhaustion and I begrudgingly  
begin to raise my tail to one side.  
  
I see his expression change as I glance back, softening a bit. He then  
comments "Thats better slut. Now scuttle out your hind legs and wink your  
vulva lips".  
  

  At this point, I'm sobbing but do my best to obey him. I scuttle out my hind  
legs and flex what I think is my mareish sex but not having done so I cant be  
sure. I apparently please him as his expression softens further. He comments  
"Thats a good little slut. I hope you are prepared to have your virginity  
taken."  
  
I feel him nuzzle into my rump and sniff inside the cleft. I feel his breath  
blast over what I assumed to be my sex and I feel it cool a bit as though  
some liquid is oozing over it. I feel him pull his snout away and I glance  
back. I see him throw his head back and curl his upper lip. Ive seen stag  
after stag do this and know exactly what it means. I just hang my head and  
sob, not daring to bring my hind legs back to upright, keeping them spread  
and braced apart a bit. Then I see him begin to trot around me again parading  
in front of me. As he comes in to view I glance under his hind legs to see a  
massive meaty stallion cannon hanging between his hind legs fully extended  
from its sheath. I gasp in horror from the sight. It was huge throbbing,  
covered in veins and black skin, and had a blunt tip looking like the  
muzzle of a cannon. My eyes widen as big as saucers and I whimper out. My  
mind calls out "No. No."  
  

  He hears this in his mind and he comments back "You don't have a choice. Now  
sniff at it".  
  
I reluctantly crane my neck down and take a whiff. Immediately I gag at the  
thick disgusting stench of stallions groin, my equine nostrils flaring wildly.  
  
I wince and turn my head, still sobbing.  
  
I hear him comment to the other stallions "I think she likes it" Then I hear  
the minds of the other stallions giggling.  
  
He then trots around to my rear again. For a moment he drapes his head to the  
side over my rump then rears up and comes down hard over my rump. I gasp out  
a whinnie as his added weight forces air from my lungs. My ears lay down  
again as I hear the whinnie that escapes me just like any horse.  
  
I feel him scuttling up my back then feel that huge and meaty blunt cock tip  
nestle up into my rump cheeks. I sob out in earnest as he nestles it up tight  
at my virgin sex. He just stands there for a time as he listens to me  
sobbing out.  
  
I then feel him shove hard and I whinnie out loudly feeling myself parting  
around his throbbing cock. It feels like a tree trunk being shoved in me  
and I neigh out again and again as he bucks into me deeper and deeper. I  
feel my passage squirming around his massive shaft spreading thick juices  
that my body produces around the sides.  
  

  I feel him begin to role his hips thrusting his huge black shaft into me  
over and over, fucking me hard just like any stallion does to their mares.  
As his huge shaft drags over my passage walls over and over I quickly feel  
my body begin to tense up and jerk with each powerful stroke. He begins to  
grunt through his nostrils and I feel his heavy breath blast through my  
mane hair. I feel more of my passages juices begin to spurt out around his  
thick pistoning shaft. As his hips meet my rump I begin to feel my own  
spurting juice ooze between us.  
  
I grunt out louder and louder and more urgently as my body begins to tense  
up hard being forcefully rocked forward again and again as his thrusts  
become sticato in nature.  
  
Then I throw back my head and scream out a whinnie as my entire body locks  
and shakes. I feel my passage spasm around his shaft then I feel my  
virginity rip open and my cervix give way as he thrusts in hard, burying  
himself deep into my womb.  
  
I then hear him whinnie out, almost in triumph. Then I feel his shaft surge  
deep inside me. Then I feel my womb begin to fill with warm creamy stallion  
semen. I begin to sob out as I realize that I'm now going to be pregnant with  
the huge egg he told me about. I sob bitterly.  
  

  I then gasp as I feel him yank free from me in one powerful yank, making a  
sickening slurp. I hear excess stallion semen splash on the ground as I  
feel it spray from my abused vulva. I turn to look and its stained slightly  
pink from the taking of my virginity.  
  
Then I hear his mind comment "OK I'm done. Next."  
  
I gasp out realizing they are not done with me yet. I look around wildly  
seeing that each stallion has a huge raging hardon from watching their  
leader take me.  
  
I sob out loudly as I realize that each one of them is going to get a turn.  
  
For the next few hours I'm raped by stallion after stallion, stretching my  
vulva and spewing seed deep into my womb.  
  
As they do, all hope seeps from me of avoiding a pregnancy. I sob out  
resigning myself to my fate.  
  
When they all finally finish with me I stand there sopping in my own sweat  
mixed with theirs that had dripped down on me. My vulva was a caked mess  
from stallion cum.  
  
The sun was beginning to set and they began to herd me back in the direction  
of the barn. Flight at this point was out of the question as I could hardly  
walk. It was dark when we got back and the barn was lit with magic torches.  
  

  As I walked in I noticed that the barn was filled with other mares that  
looked as forlorn and pathetic as I did. The stallions left and I heard a  
lock click.  
  
There was a building not to far away, and the faint sounds of a party was  
going on through most of the night. I on the other hand was standing with  
my sister mares, obviously condemned to the same fate as me.  
  
I tried to sleep on my feet but sleep came fitfully.  
  
Then I woke during the night, the water I drank earlier catching up to  
me. I try to think too one of the other mares and one of them hears my  
thoughts and wakes up. I think "I got to go. How do I get to the bathroom?"  
  
She looks at me forlornly and comments in her mind back "They consider us  
to be nothing more then animals. They expect us to use the stall. They  
clean it for us later."  
  
I look at her with shock for a moment and resign to hold it in.  
  
As the night passes my sleep becomes more and more impossible and my hind  
legs begin to dance around. Finally I cant hold out any longer and let it go  
in a long stream arching out behind me, splashing to the hay. I moan out in  
relief but then begin to wince and crinkle my nose at the stench. The smell  
makes it hard for me to sleep again but without the pressure built up in  
my bladder, I at least find it possible.  
  

  Then I wake up again. It's still not morning but I feel another urgent need.  
I begin to whimper realizing that I'm going to have to take care of this as  
well out in the open in the presence of the other mares. Resigned to what I  
have to do I raise my tail and defecate. Each one of my droppings hit the  
hay covered floor and flatten out, immediately beginning to stink up the  
barn. To my relief the other mares barely crinkle their noses at the scent.  
I resign myself that I will eventually get used to it as much as they are  
now.  
  
Again I try and fall asleep. The stench makes it difficult but I eventually  
manage it.  
  
The next thing I know is the doors to the barn being open, and sunlight  
streaming in, awakening me from my fitful sleep. I blink at what I see.  
The stallions come trotting in, but there are some floating shovels hovering  
in mid air around them. Several of them lead us out of the barn into the  
cool morning air. I watch the stallions in the barn strain. Obviously to  
manipulate a shovel mentally takes as much effort as it does for a human  
to manipulate it manually. They proceed to muck out the one large communal  
area in the barn, cleaning up our droppings.  
  

  As I watch this, more stallions begin to fly in and land in the field. Some  
of them are more frail then the ones I saw which were obviously the leaders  
guards. But all looked quite virile. They kept coming and coming and  
easily outnumbered my sister barn mares, ten to one. They immediately began  
to sniff at the closest mares. I watched as the mares immediately and  
obediently raised their tails and scuttled out their hind legs. It didn't  
take long for the stallions sniffing at them to rear and mount them and  
begin to hump them hard. I watched the others and my heart literally  
dropped as I realized that I was doomed to this fate as well. The  
stallions without mares worked their way closer to the barn. One trotted  
up to me and began to sniff at me. I realized I had better do as the  
others do or I could be punished. I felt completely humiliated but  
obediently turned my rump to the sniffing stallion, flagged my tail and  
scuttled out my hind legs. The stallion waisted no time, rearing up and  
mounting me. I gasp out at the addition of his weight to my back and the  
strong grip of his forelegs at my sides. I whinnie out as I feel him  
shove in one smooth motion with his hips burying his shaft into my  
vaginal passage. He begins to role his hips rutting me just as any  
horse stallion would. I hear his mind as clear as day, him not trying to  
hide anything "What a delicious willing slut".  
  

  As he ruts me my body jerks and tightens further and further and my  
vaginal juices begin to spurt from my vulva onto his swinging ball sack  
which I feel slap up at the back of my legs. I scream out my release just  
as I feel him dump spray after spray of fertile stallion seed into my  
womb. I think its already to late for me and I will be laying an egg  
anyway, so what does it matter?  
  
The rest of my day is spent either, grazing at the rather bland grass  
or letting one of the stallions soak down my womb with his seed.  
  
When the day was over me and my barn sisters, headed back to the barn  
with heads hung low. Each one of us had a vulva literally dripping with  
the semen from multiple stallions.  
  
I look around as I trot in and see that the barn has been cleaned  
thoroughly and troughs with fresh oats and watter have been put out.  
  
We all ate and drank our fill then just stood around waiting for sleep to  
hit us.  
  
I had to defecate again but this time I knew that there was little hope  
of actually using a bathroom, so I lifted my tail and let it go. Some  
of my barn sisters also defecated or urinated. Then fell to a fitful  
sleep.  
  

  Before I fell asleep though I noticed some moaning coming from one of  
the separated enclosed stalls. The previous night I wondered why we  
couldn't use those stalls for at least a little privacy when we had to  
go. I just shrugged and fell asleep.  
  
The next thing I know I'm awaken with a start from a loud screaming  
whinnie from one of the stalls. The screaming whinnies continue and then  
a stallion comes racing in and unlatches the door with his mental powers.  
  
I and some of my barn sisters look into the stall and see a mare laying  
on her side, her belly rudely bloated. She was gritting her flat equine  
teeth and panting heavily through her nostrils. She then lets out  
another screaming whinnie as we witness her belly lurch then cinch  
down hard. Vaginal juices come spurting out of her vulva as she winces.  
Then we all see her vulva lips begin to part and a white dot of a  
shell begin to appear. She screams out over and over as contraction  
after contraction hits her. Her vulva stretches further and further  
agonizingly slowly. The bobbing tip of the huge egg drips her vaginal  
juices. Her rump cheeks begin to crinkle as they get pushed aside and  
her free hind leg begins to raise into the air.  
  

  It seems to take hours as she struggles and my hind legs dance around in  
sympathy as I watch her vulva lips stretch almost paper thin around the  
massive width of the egg. Tears literally cascade off her snout as she  
sobs out bitterly. A tear roles from my cheek as well as I can almost  
feel her pain and know full well that it wont be long before I actually  
do.  
  
She screams out one last time as she pushes hard and the egg pops free  
from her rump, leaving a sloppy mess of sticky vaginal juices hanging  
back to her brutally stretched vulva lips. She lays there panting  
and sobbing, her body squirming around at the lingering pain.  
  
We all go back to the places we were standing trying to fall back asleep,  
as the stallion takes up the egg in a cushion that he controls with his  
mind, and scurries it away.  
  
Just as I was about to sleep I heard a mare next to me think to me,  
"Did you see her pain? We are all doomed to go through that".  
  
I think back to her, "Why don't you all just try and get away".  
  
She thinks back, "We've tried. But they always find you. You cant hide  
from their telepathy. No matter how deep a cave you may find, they will  
always find you. And when they do they have lavish punishments. I tried  
to escape once. When I did, they magically implanted a fully grown yet  
infertile egg in my belly every night for an entire week. I had to go  
through the pain that mare just did once a night. They keep all the  
magic to themselves. The only power they allow us is the ability to  
hear and send thoughts".  
  

  As I listened to her words I became more and more depressed and resigned  
that I will never leave and go through laying after painful laying.  
  
Once I was a virile man who loved to hunt. Now I'm nothing more then a  
sexual play thing animal, for dozens of winged stallions.  
  
I try to fall asleep but once again find it difficult, not only from the  
mares thoughts but from the rising stench of horse dropping and urine  
from the other mares. I then notice my own need and defecate, adding my  
own droppings to the floor.  
  
I eventually manage to fall asleep.  
  
  
Once again we are rudely awaken by sunlight streaming into opening barn  
doors and once again we are lead out into the pasture while they clean  
the barn.  
  
I notice in horror that the mare that had given birth the night before  
was already on her feet and being herded out into the pasture buy the  
guard stallions. Only several hours after she laid an egg the size of a  
horse foal, she would be bred again by the multitudes of arriving  
stallions.  
  
As the day goes on, hundreds of stallion Pegasi arrive in the fields and  
begin to pick out my barn sisters.  
  

  I was going to try and fly away but now knowing what I know from what  
the mare told me the night before, I just resigned myself to my fate. When  
a stallion came up to me and sniffed at me, I turned my rump and flagged  
my tail. Again he waisted no time in mounting me, rolling his hips, rutting  
me, fucking me, making me squeal out again and again. And then I felt him  
dump his load of semen into my womb.  
  
He was the first but not the last by far, that day to mount me and deposit  
his seed deep into my belly. There must have been at least ten more but I  
lost count.  
  
Weeks became months as I began to get use to my fate. However my belly was  
growing at an alarming rate. It was growing faster then I ever thought it  
would. One day one of the mares saw my confusion and thought to me, "Its  
because they want you to have many young. However their magic can only  
change things just so far. They have managed to cut in half the time it  
takes for the egg to get full size. For a normal Pegasus mare it takes ten  
months. For us it takes just five". As she spoke the last sentence I saw  
her expression collapse to sorrow and her ears flatten down on her head.  
Mine did as well as I realized I would be laying two eggs every year.  
  

  One day when they opened up the barn doors, one of the guard stallions  
stepped in front of me. He instead herded me over to one of the private  
stalls, and simply left me in it. I guess they had deemed me to far into  
my pregnancy to breed any further. I had this private stall to myself. I  
still had to use it as a bathroom for the next few days but the stallions  
diligently cleaned it every morning.  
  
Eventually I found myself waddling around the stall instead of walking around  
it. The stallions kept my food and water troughs fresh.  
  
It felt kind of special to have some privacy for once. However I started to  
feel the pressure build up in my tummy.  
  
The first few nights in the stall I slept as well as I could but then the  
pressure building deep inside me, made sleep all but impossible.  
  
Then one night I felt a huge wincing pain in my tummy. I began to panic and  
pant frantically scared out of my mind, not knowing what it would feel like.  
Another wincing pain of a contraction hit me. When it passed I began to  
scuttle myself down to my side. I laid there for quite some time panting and  
shivering in fear. Then I felt another wincing pain, this time much stronger  
then the others. I began to grit my teeth and beared down. Then I felt  
something pop inside me, then a large rush of sticky juices erupted from what  
could only be my vulva. I felt it soak down one side of my rump thoroughly  
and I felt it soak down and ooze into the hay just under my lower rump cheek.  
  

  Once again I laid there for what seemed like hours in real fear. Then I felt  
another wincing pain hit me. Once again I bore down and grunted hard through  
clenched teeth. And then I felt it. I felt a huge mass in my belly begin to  
slowly move. As it moved I felt my very flesh begin to stretch. It stretched  
and stretched deep within me. The pain quickly began to grow. I could not  
believe how far I was feeling myself stretch. The pain grew at an incredible  
rate until I could not stand it and I screamed out a horrible neighing  
whinnie. I then heard some rustling of the other mares outside but took  
little interest because the pain had my full and complete attention. After my  
scream died off, I began to sob out bitterly. The huge mass had stopped moving  
as I let go my push and its girth holding the beginnings of my passage open,  
kept the pain agonizingly high. I squirmed around in the hay in extreme  
discomfort, sobbing out. Tears began to role down my cheek.  
  
Just then, a stallion unlocked the stall door and trotted in looking at me  
intently. He did nothing to interfere but watched me with about the  
expression a chess champion has when contemplating his next move.  
  

  Another pain hit me hard making me grit my teeth and grunt loudly again. I  
felt my tummy lurch then contract hard. Once again the huge mass in my belly  
began to move. I felt the flesh around my passage stretch as the huge mass  
made its way down.  
  
And then I felt my vulva begin to part. I instinctively raised my free hind  
leg in the air. The pain had stayed more or less even but now it escalated  
again as I felt my vent begin to stretch brutally wide around the huge mass.  
The pain once again forced a loud piercing whinnie from me echoing off the  
walls. My mind cried out "THE PAIN. THE PAIN. IT HURTS BAD".  
  
The stallion must have heard me and thought out "Just keep pushing".  
  
But I didn't think I could. I laid there in horrible agony squirming around,  
my vulva feeling like it was stretched like a rubber band, although currently  
putting any rubber band to shame. Tears matted down my cheek fur and ran off  
into the hay.  
  
Then another contraction hit me hard. For just a moment I cried out in my  
mind, "NO NO NO". But then the pain took full control and I once again  
gritted my teeth and bore down with all my might.  
  

  Once again I felt my vulva begin to stretch. I didn't think it could go much  
further. The huge mass moved for a bit but the effort grew as my vent  
stretched. I gasped in a huge breath and bore down again. Just then the huge  
mass lurched and I heard a loud and sickening slurp behind me. Instantly I  
felt my vulva relax and I knew the egg must have fallen. My vent was still  
incredibly sore and I laid there in the hay balling in exhaustion. I saw  
out of the corner of my eye the stallion using his mind to place the egg on a  
cushion and taking it away.  
  
He said nothing further and did absolutely nothing to help me. The massive  
exhaustion made sleep easy despite the ever present smell of horse urine and  
feces.  
  
  
The next thing I new was the barn doors opening to let the sunlight of  
another beautiful day stream in. I noticed that I was already feeling a lot  
better. There leader wasn't kidding. Not actually sharing body fluids with  
an egg makes recovery a lot easier.  
  
One of the stallions unlocked the stall door and began to herd me out onto  
the pasture. Having seen the other mare go through this, I knew full well  
that I was to service any stallion that sniffed at me, now that I have  
laid the egg.  
  

  They didn't waist much time. One came trotting right up to me thinking before  
he ever got to me, "Tail up slut". I immediately obeyed and he began to  
sniff into my rump. I felt his breath blast onto my vulva a few times then  
he lifted his head and flehmened. He didn't waist too much time in rearing  
and coming down over my back. I felt him thrust hard sheathing himself into  
my, causing me to whinnie out. He humped me hard and long, never once  
thinking about my feelings. Eventually my body spasmed hard and tensed up  
just as I felt his do the same. Then I felt his shaft blast fertile seed  
deep into me. I felt so degraded and without a shred of dignity at this  
point, knowing that it wouldn't be too long before I would lay again.  
  
The day passed as all the others did, with stallion after stallion  
ejaculating deep into my womb. I knew that it would only be a precious five  
months before I would labor on another egg in agony.  
  
  
I was one of the more well behaved prisoners here. There were other mares  
who obviously were once career criminals, who tried to escape very often.  
They would obviously be caught time and again. With their psychic powers  
the Pegasi were just too formidable in tracking down escapees.  
  

  Every time they brought a mare back, they made a point of showing the rest  
of us for the following week, the agony that the individual would have to  
go through laying a fully grown egg once every night. It was not fun to  
watch and most of my barn sisters hind legs would dance around in a bit of  
empathic pain.  
  
Every time I would watch this, another sliver of hope would fall away from  
me. I would never leave this place.  
  
  
The months passed by. I was getting used to having stallion after stallion  
breed me everyday with the odd exception of the few days before I had to lay  
an egg. I at one time, thought I would eventually get used too the intense  
pain that came with laying eggs, but I never did. I was always amazed that  
my very flesh could stretch like that around such a huge object without  
showing more then the slightest pink of my blood. Most of the time the eggs  
came out clean and white. Rarely there would be some slight binding and the  
egg would be tinged slightly pink. No real damage ever occurred to me.  
  
The months dragged on into years as I laid egg after painful egg once  
every five months. My days spent in the manotiny of being fucked by stallion  
after stallion, or when they weren't busy with me, I would graze or feed at  
the troughs of oats or drink.  
  

  Pegasi must be extremely well aged. Ten years passed then twenty. I was  
showing a little effects of the passage of time but at 15 years I was  
amazed that I still looked quite virile. Most horses would be dead or close  
too it.  
  
Still I was a prisoner required to allow every stallion that wanted too, to  
breed me.  
  
As the years passed I noticed the occasional new mare brought to us.  
Then one day I noticed one of the far older and frail mares being lead out  
another door in the opposite side of the barn. A question leaped into my  
mind and I guess I wasn't the only one with the same question as the herding  
stallions thought back, "You should all know by now that we don't believe in  
taking a life for a life. She is not going to be killed just because she  
can't breed any more. She is being taken to a retirement pasture to live  
out the rest of her days in piece. Of course she is still considered  
nothing more then an animal and will be given no societal comforts like  
a private place to urinate or defecate. But she will no longer have to  
submit to any stallions attentions.  
With that they left out the barn door.  
  

  The days of being bred over and over, rolled by.  
  
Then one day I noticed five stallions all land on the field at once. They  
all made straight for me. This was slightly odd in that most stallions just  
came to the field alone and would look around a bit at the mares present,  
before selecting one.  
  
But these five were walking straight at me.  
  
One was a huge Alicorn. He had a chocolate brown coat and a white stripe  
running down his forehead. Right in the middle was a horn that had a gold  
tinge to it. Over the years I learned that the Alicorns tended to be in  
charge. They were more muscular and heavier built. Much more like a draft  
stallion then a thoroughbred like the regular Pegasi were. The other four  
stallions were normal Pegasi and all four of them looked very young but  
still of age and more then capable of making me pregnant. They all had snow  
white fur, mane hair and tail hair, and there was a patch of gray at their  
muzzles.  
  
To my surprise the huge Alicorn began to think speak to me. He said, "You  
may not know me but I certainly know you. You know, about twenty years ago  
I had a wonderful loving mare wife with fur as white as snow".  
  

  I gulped as I started realizing what he was talking about.  
  
He continued, "But then some hunter put a bullet into her and she was gone".  
  
He sneered evilly at me and I began to cower and back away.  
  
He continued, "Oh don't worry mare. I'm not going to kill you or anything. I'm  
just going to watch you take your usual punishment. These four fine young  
gentlemen can do the honors".  
  
I looked around at them. All five were sneering evilly at me.  
  
Then the Alicorn went on again. "Oh you don't recognize them mare slut? You  
should. Of coarse you only saw them as the first four eggs that pop out of  
your cunt".  
  
I then gasp and look around at them, and soon realize that he wasn't lying  
they did have features that led me to believe his story.  
  
I heard my mind blurt out "NO. THIS IS WRONG!" and I engage my wings and fly  
straight away from them.  
  
But then the Alicorn stallions mind calls out "YOU'LL BE PUNISHED IF YOU  
RUN".  
  
I gasp and wheel around in mid air and hover there for a moment. I felt so  
horribly trapped.  
  
I began to whimper, my ears laid down on my head as it hung in sorrow. I  
slowly began to return to them landing right in front of them. Tears were  
rolling off my snout and my body shivered.  
  

  But I obediently scuttled out my hind legs and flagged my tail.  
  
I then heard the big stallion Alicorn think "You see, these mare sluts can  
be cooperative given the right incentive. Line up. I want you four to fuck  
her first. Then I'll mount her".  
  
It was obvious to me he cruelly wanted me to feel his thicker phallus last of  
all.  
  
One of my offspring reared and mounted me, sheathing his cock deep into my  
vulva. He rutted me hard and eventually filled my womb full of his young  
fertile seed. Then the next of my offspring fucked me then the third then  
the fourth, one right after another. As I stood there being bred again and  
again by my own offspring, every shred of dignity that I might have had left  
was cruelly wrenched from me. Any hope I had, had been removed from me long  
ago. Now all dignity was gone as well. I knew now that I was indeed nothing  
but an animal to these Pegasi. I was just their sexual toy to do with as  
they will until the end of my days, even to my own young.  
  
One of my offspring commented as he plowed away into my rump, "This little  
slut is so snug. I'm going to come hard". Each word stung me like a scorpion  
tail, making tears role down my snout once again.  
  

  Once all four of the young stallions had finished with me the big Alicorn  
stallion reared and mounted me. I heard his mind grunt as he began to thrust  
into me with all the strength he could muster. He said "I'm going to fuck a  
huge egg into you slut. Nnnga.. And I'm going to delight in hearing you  
scream out as you lay it."  
  
I sobbed out as I listened to his comments then gasped as I felt him unload  
a huge blast of his stallion seed deep into my womb.  
  
Then his mind said "Who's up for seconds?"  
  
I sobbed bitterly as each one fucked me a second time in order. Then they  
all fucked me a third time.  
  
That night I sobbed myself to sleep among the thick smell of horse urine  
and dung.  
  
The next day all five of them showed up again. Once again they took great  
delight in breeding me over and over taking turns.  
  
The weeks and months that followed, they never failed to show up as a  
group, making sure that each one of them had at least two turns with me.  
  
My tummy steadily grew as I was quite used to by now.  
  
Five months to the day, I started to feel the pains hit my tummy again. I  
already had the stall to myself for about a week when I felt myself having  
to lay down and begin to push the huge mass out of me. My first screaming  
whinnie immediately brought a group of stallions into the barn. The group  
of five that were taunting me were there as well.  
  

  Sarcastically they began as they watched me laying there in agony, "Oh does  
the poor little mare slut have an owy? I bet she secretly enjoys it. What  
a slut".  
  
Their words stung but no where near the pain that my flesh stretching  
around the huge egg, caused.  
  
Once the egg fell I just laid there balling while the pain subsided. But  
the complete loss of the last shreds of my dignity hurt worse.  
  
The four were my constant tormentors from that day forward. They never gave  
me much rest in the mating field.  
  
  
Over the years I got used to their taunts but the pain of the indignity  
never left me.  
  
But this is what I was now. I was just an animal for them to use. I was  
just a tool for them to use too quench their lusts. And I would be so  
until the day I could no longer breed and be put out into a retirement  
pasture.  
  
  
They have given me a week in my old human form to commit this story to  
paper. I think they are hoping that other humans will one day find and read  
it and possibly take it as a warning. They told me to include what I  
thought would be best.  
  

  I retrospect I actually agree with the decission. What I did was murder.  
These winged horses are sentient, and I am paying for my crime.  
  
There are times when I wish they had killed me. There are times when I'm  
laying an egg that I wish I would die and that the fate I have is worse  
then death.  
  
So if you are reading this heed my words. Heed my story. If you see a  
Pegasus, you should not kill it.  
  
Now my story is done. Once again they will change me into the pitiful mare  
that I now am and lead me out to the fields to fulfill my duties, allowing  
each stallion that wishes it to breed me.  
  
I now leave you this story and go in shame to the fields.  
  
The End.

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