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Painful Snapshots by tannim September 26, 2012

Featherweight had easily slipped in through the partially open door. He was young enough and thin enough that it didn't have to be open wide, though his camera almost caught on the door, though. Just take some pictures and go, he'd been told. Well, that was easy enough.

The Wonderbolts were tired in the locker room. A long day performing had left them rubbing wings and legs as they stripped. All the male ponies were there from Soarin to Wave Chill and all of them had given the small foal a good show of removing their uniforms.

Featherweight didn't really see why Mayor Mare had wanted the photos of them, but he clicked his camera good and fast anyway from his hiding place behind a garbage can. He had a good view of their sweat running down their chests and butts and even down their boy parts. Their balls drooped a bit in the heat but not as much as their dicks.

"They're a lot longer than my dads!" Featherweight couldn't resist a giggle as he took another picture.

One of the pegasus stallions perked his ears up, but he didn't say anything to the others as he looked around. The colt didn't worry about being caught, he had the flash off. He snapped a picture of Soarin stiffening in the hand of one of his fellow Wonderbolts and lowered his camera out of curiosity. He hadn't seen many dicks being jerked off.

With Soarin keeping his attention, Featherweight didn't notice Lightning Streak scoot along the wall toward him. Only when a pair of bare legs suddenly obscured his vision did he realize he was discovered. A realization that came with a squeal as he fell back in panic.

The boy scrabbled away but a hand caught the camera strap around his neck and he was caught. "Hey, Guys, I think we got a fan!"

Featherweight looked up at all six of the Wonderbolt stallions suddenly surrounding him. They were all much bigger up close. Certain parts of them looked a lot scarier up close, too, when they crouched next to him for a better look.

Soarin grabbed his camera. "It's always good to see a fan, but we don't allow cameras in the locker room. They can get stolen or damaged." He looked through the pictures, snorting at the rather candid photos. "You have a good eye for taking pictures, kid. Very nice closeup of you in here, Silver Lining."

"Damn! Was I that sweaty? I better take that shower after all, I got a date tonight."

"Save it, I think we got a date right here. What's your name?"

"F... Featherweight!" The colt's eyes darted around for escape, but a hand was already stroking his inner thighs. "I have to go now, sorry to bother you!"

Soarin grabbed the young pegasus foal by his wings and hauled him up as all the Wonderbolts stood. Featherweight found his muzzle pressed right into the big stallion's musky groin. More hands squeezed his butt from behind before tugging his pants down to his ankles.

"How about we give you a real good close up? I think that'll be much better than some quick pictures, don't you?" The lead Wonderbolt nudged Wave Chill. "You still got that lube?"

"Sorry, I used it..."

Featherweight sighed in relief, then yelled as he was hauled up and laid belly up on the hard wooden bench nearby. "Well, I think he'll do anyway, open him up a bit and we'll pop right in." The foal turned away from Soarin's dick pressing to his muzzle until a slap to his cheek made him open it to complain. His captor just shoved the fat tip right in. "Lick me good, Featherweight, it's going to be the only thing that'll keep me from ripping your ass up in a minute."

Having only a little idea what the big stallion meant was enough for the boy to do as he was told. He'd seen Diamond Tiara being used by a big male recently. Her crying had not made it sound pleasant. Featherweight ignored the weird taste of Soarin's cock in hopes it wouldn't be as bad as it had been for her.

He ran his tongue over the rim and around the funny part of the pony's raised little hole. Something from that spot left his tongue feeling slimy and he avoided it after that. There was plenty more to concentrate on rather than that icky part.

Soarin poked it in deeper by pulling his head back until Featherweight gagged. The colt scrubbed his tongue as well as he could, but with that unwanted dick being so deep and big he couldn't really reach much. It pushed deeper until he gagged violently when it hit his throat. There was an amused grunt from some of the other Wonderbolts at the boy's scrawny body flailing wildly before two grabbed his arms and two took his legs.

Featherweight lived up to his name, they found. Both legs and both arms were barely more than flesh and bone. No effort at all was required to hold him down. When Wave Chill slid a finger under the boy's balls to poke against his pucker it was as scrawny as the rest of him.

"Wow... that's going to be an awesomely tight fit, Soarin! I'll race you to go first!"

"Nah, our date wouldn't want us fighting over him. These male Fillies are sweet and just like to suck and fuck in peace." The big stallion pulled his cock out, then jammed it right back in twice more. "But you can use his mouth if you want." Another pull out and Soarin enjoyed a long strand of saliva running from his dick to Featherweight's lower lip. "Yeah, that'll do it."

As soon as his mouth was free, Featherweight tugged on his arms again. "Please let me go! I'm sorry about the pictures. You... you can keep the camera!"

Wave Chill happily straddled the bench next to the colt's muzzle while Soarin hurried to get between his legs at the other end. "Nah, you've got a lot of work to do making up for that sneaky photo shoot." He grabbed his cock and playfully slapped the rapidly tearing up foal. "You want an autograph, you have to PAY. You want photos of us, oh you gotta earn 'em."

"NO!" Featherweight jerked his head up to look at Soarin's, whose cock tip poked under his tail. "Don't!

The lead Wonderbolt took both ankles from his friends and tugged them up for better leverage. He didn't bother saying yes, he just pressed his stiff spit shined glans to the foal's tiny ring. It completely covered the boy's hole and even bumped against the little colt nuts for an instant, then jerked away and RAMMED forward.

"AHHH!!! STOP!" Featherweight screamed at just that first shove.

The other pegasi holding him had to press down on his chest when the foal's small torso slid along the bench. They braced their knees against his shoulders for the next hard thrust, then moved their free hands down to grip his thighs as well for another. He was just too light to provide enough resistance on his own.

Tears of agony streamed down his cheeks, especially after Soarin's fat cockhead popped through his anus. The pain of forced anal penetration had him jerking his head back and forth in the only protest he could. Several seconds of burning followed with the big pony dick popping in and out before the novelty of the anal trauma wore off enough to at least look at his abuser and groin.

His eyes went wide at the way his hips bulged oddly. Soarin's ponyhood displaced a lot of flesh to fit inside. Each time the Wonderbolt sank in a bit deeper, the bulge traveled further along his belly. With the age and size differences, there was no doubt that it wouldn't fit fully. Featherweight's attention didn't get to be on that rape for long, Wave Chill grabbed the foal's muzzle just as Soarin had and stuffed it right into his mouth too.

Silver Lining let go of Featherweight's left hip to rub along that narrow chest and belly. Soarin's thrusts were as easily felt from outside as they were seen. He leaned over to watch his friend's hips jerk out. The colt's ass visibly pulled out with the dick before sinking back in each time. It was white from strain of stretching enough to accept the adult cock. The severe lack of lubrication made fucking Featherweight's already too tight hole a lot more intense than a normal lover.

"Holy Celestia! I don't think I can last long in here!" Soarin groaned loudly as he pulled fully out again to let his dick cool down.

Featherweight's ass gaped for a moment before closing a bit again. The spit he'd left on Soarin's shaft evaporated by the time it was shoved back in and they both found it harder to take than before. He didn't even notice Wave Chill's musky male taste anymore. His attention was on the rough internal dragging that made him squeezes his eyes and hands shut. Even his toes clenched at it as Soarin sank in to seven inches.

"Ngop! gleeze!"

Silver Lining slapped Featherweight fondly. "They sound so sexy when they want you to fuck them faster, don't they?"

"Any faster... and..." Soarin panted heavily, he was as tense as his young lover. "ERRG!"

"Damn, under two minutes! That foal MUST be hot in there..."

The other Wonderbolts were quiet, which left Featherweight with nothing to distract him from feeling a stallion squirting his semen into his severely aching rump. It didn't feel like much other than some pressure, really where each strong jet splattered against his colon. There was a bit of heat, too, but that was drowned out by the heat from Soarin's flared cocktip.

Featherweight had seen his father flared and a few others, but feeling it stretching his already too small interior even wider really let him understand how big a flared could be. It hurt! Soarin loved it, though. Nothing like a foal's tiny body compressing his tip to really encourage his balls to give their all.

The lead stud waited three seconds of squirting to pump the boy full, then yanked out. There was a wet sucking pop as his still full glans burst out of the tight ring, and more crying from Featherweight. Soarin proudly let the rest of his cum, one full spurt and some dribble, coat their date's belly and fully limp cock and balls.

Wave Chill pulled out of his Featherweight's mouth and hurried over. A quick shove pushed Soarin out of the way and his rampant dick jammed in before the boy could even think to beg them to stop. There was a yell of pain followed by a stream of It Hurts and Please Stops. The large stud was too wrapped up enjoying each sweet anal contraction around his invading shaft to notice.

Silver Lining let Soarin take his spot and rubbed the foal's muzzle with his balls. "If you were anything but a paparazzi, we'd have let you go. Since you were just here to take compromising pictures of us... no, we're going to use you all fucking night. We don't like sneaky pictures. You're a bit young, maybe this'll help you learn not to be a parasite. Worthless bottom feeders to scrape off our feet." He grinned. "Hey... That's an idea."

"I'm sorry! NOOOO more!" Featherweight rocked against the hands holding him with Wave Chill jamming his dick deeper and bottoming out just seven inches in. "Not... parasite."

"What's an idea?"

"Just watch." Silver Lining sat on the bench and ignored his arousal. Instead he lifted both feet into the air and set them right on Featherweight's tear streaked face. "Lick them. Go on, Featherslut. Show my feet what kind of bottom feeder you are and lick them clean. They should be good and cheesy after that performance."

Featherweight turned his head away from the feet, only to have it shoved right back by one of the other Wonderbolts. "That is nasty, Lining... I want to see this. Get licking, colt!"

Wave Chill didn't pay them much attention. He had his erection stuffed up the foal's ass and that was far more interesting than watching his friend coercing their date into foot licking, at least until he saw featherweight giving into it after a few rough slaps. He held the boy's ankles and slowed his own hips down at the sight.

It was surprisingly hot watching a colt licking that big filthy foot. It was hotter still when Featherweight reacted to it's flavor by clenching his whole body in revulsion. Wave Chill sped his hips up just to feel the tightening hole forced to spread open wide again each thrust. No wonder Soarin didn't last long, that foal was TIGHT!

Featherweight tried turning away again, a hand slapped his face until he pressed his muzzle back to the smelly feet. At least that pain distracted him from the near tearing sensation of having his ass raped. The foot licking gave him something to do other than watch a stallion making his belly bulge. That didn't make it any better, though.

He felt the sweat and dirt on his tongue as much as tasted it. A bit of grit got caught in his teeth, more went down his throat. The cheesy taste was worse than that. It was sour, and musky and worse even than tasting the other stallion's boy parts! The foot was so big, too, so much nasty stuff to lick up.

Wave Chill hammered away at his rump, massive dick spreading the hole painfully wide. There was a moment of freedom when the big stud let go of the foal's ankles, but Featherweight was too busy and distraught to notice it. By the time he felt his ankles flopping about freely, Wave Chill had grabbed them in one hand and was already fondling his balls with the other. It wasn't a pleasant groping for him, but the rough squeezing lasted only a few seconds before the Wonderbolt's tip flared inside and dumped another load of pony cum as deep as the first.

Featherweight didn't cry out from the stretching. He couldn't with both of Silver Lining's feet pressed firmly to his muzzle. Any time the foal opened his mouth too wide the stallion pushed a toy right in to rub over his tongue. His ass let out another squelching pop at Wave Chill pulling free before the boy felt a cool sensation inside. His fleshy ring gaped open from the rapid barely lubed shafting.

"Good job, Wave. I'm going next." Another Wonderbolt hurried over. "Slick enough to just pop right in now, guys. Damn smooth in there, too. All your spunk works great."

It didn't feel great for Featherweight, though the new entry was much easier. His hole was still just as white from stretching around the new dick and that didn't take the awful cheesy taste away from his mouth. He kept willing his tongue to stop tasting things and his whole body to stop feeling. It didn't work.

The lightly musky dirt of Silver Lining's toes gave way to the overpowering jam between them when the stallion made him lick his toe cleavage and there was still another foot to lick. He was made to swallow every bit that came off, too. When his lips puckered at the jam, one of the other ponies wiped it up with a sock and made him suck it out. As gross as the foot was, that was worse. He didn't let any more drool out for the rest of Silver Lining's feet and when that stallion finished and was replaced by another, he tried not to drool for them either.

Dick after dick plowed his ass. Foot after foot scrubbed over his muzzle. His belly bulged and jiggled with stiff male flesh shoving in or pulling out while his tongue and nose were assaulted time after time by the feet. He was sick in his gut and so very sore in his butt by the time they slumped against the lockers, tired out. They were sweatier than when they'd come in from the race.

"Looks like our date's all worn out." Spit Fire panted. "Judging by the gaping hole leaking on the bench. I hope they don't make us pay for cleaning."

Soarin slapped Featherweight's ass, then bound the boy with three socks tied around wrists and ankles under the bench. "Time for a shower now anyway. Leave the little cum rag over there. He can watch us shower and maybe we can have a bit more fun with him."

The foal did have a good view of the athletic studs while they showered. He'd never found naked males interesting and still didn't, but they made sure to slap their own asses, flick their tails to show off their holes, and generally tease him and each other. All he could think about was how nice it would be to use some of that water to wash the taste out of his mouth or sooth his ass the whole time.

Wave Chill finished quickly and hurried out to take some photos of his friends right next to Featherweight. After three, the turned the camera on Featherweight himself. He got some good shots of the scrawny colt's foot dirt smeared cheeks and still wide open cum leaking anus. For fun the Wonderbolt pushed a dirty sock into their victim's mouth and took a quick snap of his reaction.

He looked at the others as they surrounded the bench. "He could use a shower too."

Featherweight sighed silently in relief, it did sound welcome. That lasted only a few seconds, though. Wave Chill grabbed his half flaccid dick and aimed a sudden stream of piss right over his small frame. The others did the same, all except Soarin and Silver Lining.

Their toy cried at the painless degradation. He wanted to go home while their hot streams sprayed over his face and legs and everywhere else. It smelled a bit, but it was more knowing what they were doing than anything. Why couldn't it just be OVER?!

One by one the streams tapered off until only a few dicks dripped over their helpless young foal. Soarin playfully slapped Featherweight's muzzle with his dick and pulled the sock out, after a moment's thought, he put it right back in. He and Silver Lining set their cocks right into the boy's muzzle against the sock and let their streams go.

Featherweight had no idea what they were doing at first. Then the urine filtered through the sock. It brought much of the sweaty cheesy footy essence with it as it washed over his tongue. He had to swallow it all as there was no way to push or spit it out. It did wash some of the remaining foot dirt down, but it was hardly an improvement. The sock kept much of their waste in his mouth even after the streams stopped some thirty seconds or so later.

The foal coughed and gagged around the sock, then jerked against his bonds when one of the Wonderbolts stuffed another stiff erection under his tail in one rough thrust. Tears of helpless frustration ran down Featherweight's cheeks. He'd never thought of the Wonderbolts as being so cruel!

"I'm up next, my guy is all ready to go again."

"Heh, Hurry up, Fire Streak, we have to go back out to the hotel in a few minutes." Soarin rubbed Featherweight's own little dick where it had partially stiffened. "They said we need to be out by seven. Since our date here is showing some more interest now." The lead Wonderbolt kept rubbing the miserable colt's nearly full erection. "Why not give him what he wants and bring him with us? We can have a bit of fun before we go to bed."

Nobody bothered to remove the gag from Featherweight's mouth as they unbound him. He was held in place for his final fucking there and easily carried out with them. They teased him about his erection and the cum dribbling from his ass. They slammed their cocks in him again and again through the night. He got to lick their feet again too until they were completely spent when they simply shoved him out the door.

Silver Lining broke the lens to his camera, then handed it back. "Here's your camera, Featherslut. Now get out and I'd better not see any of those pictures ever again." He reached down to jam four fingers at once into Featherweight's sore cum slicked ass. "Or we'll make it a lot longer than one night!"

The door slammed shut in his face, he just lay there on the ground a while, rocking and holding the camera. Eventually he climbed to his feet and wandered off. It was some time later that he banged on the Mayor's private estate's door.

She let him in, shocked by his condition. While he said what happened, she wandered around him, speechless at the sight of his cum stained butt fur and leaking hole. His face was still smeared with brown from their feet and he reeked of male musk. It was the hottest thing she'd seen in months.

Mayor Mare took the camera and browsed the photos, She stopped several times on the ones of Featherweight both with and without one of the Wonderbolts in his ass. Finally she picked up the bag of bits she'd prepared and held it out to him.

"You did such a good job, you've earned this." The old grey mare paused and shut the door behind him. "But... if you'd like more, you can spend the night with me. If you want less, you'll say no and I'll make you do it anyway."

The foal hung his head and let himself be led to her bedroom. There was no reason fighting it after all that. Besides, it was far more pleasant when giving rather than receiving.