Broken Incentives - Side Story: The Cases of Trixie - Side B

 

I woke to darkness and terror.

 

A thick blindfold sealed my eyes shut. Heavy restraints locked my limbs in a cruel spread-eagle position. A cold metal ring gag forced my mouth open, drool already spilling down my chin.

 

Then her voice cut through the silence — arrogant, theatrical, and dripping with satisfaction.

 

“Tsk tsk… still clinging to that defiant attitude?”

 

Trixie’s words ignited a flash of rage, but it quickly twisted into fear as a long, heavy silence followed.

 

“Well then,” she purred. “Since conventional methods clearly won’t work on you…”

 

I felt something being strapped tightly around the back of my neck and muzzle — a restrictive mask sealing over my face. My breathing became labored, restricted.

 

Then her magic spread my flanks wide.

 

Hiiiegh—!

 

I screamed around the gag as something massive, thick, and brutally ridged forced its way into my ass. The stretch was excruciating. My tight ring burned as the enormous dildo sank deeper, stretching me open far beyond anything I’d ever felt. I thrashed wildly against the restraints, but they held firm.

 

Trixie let out a low, pleased hum as she adjusted the chains attached to the base of the toy, locking them to a harness around my hips.

 

“Every time you try to push it out,” she whispered, “the chains will drag it right back in. Deeper.”

 

I clenched instinctively — only for the mechanism to activate, yanking the massive toy even further inside me with a wet, obscene sound. The fullness was unbearable.

 

Trixie leaned close, her hot breath brushing my ear.

 

“I hope you keep resisting, Sunset. It makes breaking you so much more fun.”

 

She pulled away.

 

The air stopped.

 

My lungs burned instantly. I thrashed desperately, the dildo shifting painfully with every panicked movement. Black spots danced behind the blindfold. Just as darkness began to swallow me—

 

Air rushed back in.

 

I gasped frantically, sucking in desperate breaths.

 

Trixie’s cruel laughter echoed as the cycle began again.

 

Air cut off at irregular intervals.

Every struggle forced the thick dildo deeper into my ass, the ridges scraping my sensitive walls. Pain and unwanted heat twisted together. My clit throbbed. My marehood dripped steadily onto the floor despite my hatred.

 

I despised my body for reacting.

 

And through it all, Trixie’s voice lingered in my mind like poison.

 

She was going to break me.

 

And she was going to enjoy every second of it.

 

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Sunset Shimmer’s POV

 

I’ve lost count of the days.

 

Time has dissolved into an endless cycle of pain, humiliation, and forced pleasure. My mind is drowning in fear and anxiety, every waking moment a battle I’m slowly losing.

 

The routine is merciless: beatings that leave my body covered in fresh welts, thick toys forced down my throat until I gag and drool, others shoved deep into my ass while that cursed mask restricts my breathing. Every lash, every thrust, every denied orgasm chips away another piece of who I used to be.

 

One day stands out in the haze — the one that broke something deep inside me.

 

They made me drink a powerful diuretic and forced down liters of water. Then they bound me to a cold metal frame, on my back, legs wrenched wide apart and locked in place. My tail was sealed inside a tight leather hood, attached to my collar, rendering it useless. I was completely exposed — marehood and tailhole on full display, vulnerable, dripping with shame.

 

I fought. I screamed. I cursed them.

 

Until Trixie grew tired of it.

 

She approached slowly, her voice a velvet blade.

 

“You’re still resisting so hard… how adorable.”

 

Her magic lifted the fusta. The thick, rounded tip pressed against my swollen clit and began to rub — slow, deliberate circles. Each pass sent unwanted sparks of heat through me. I clenched my teeth, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a sound.

 

Trixie leaned in, whispering hotly against my ear.

 

“Keep fighting, Sunset. I want to see how long you last.”

 

Then she struck.

 

A single, vicious slap directly on my clit.

 

The pain was white-hot, blinding. My body jerked violently. My concentration shattered. My bladder gave out.

 

A powerful, humiliating gush of hot urine sprayed from me, mixing with my own slick as it pooled beneath my exposed body. The shame burned worse than the pain.

 

But my body betrayed me completely.

 

The overwhelming mix of pain, exposure, and degradation triggered something filthy and deep. My marehood clenched hard. My clit throbbed violently. A brutal orgasm ripped through me — legs shaking, back arching, a raw, broken scream tearing from my throat as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

 

Even as the pleasure consumed me, horror filled my mind.

 

What are they doing to me…?

Why does my body… enjoy this…?

 

I came again before the first wave even ended — twitching, squirting, completely lost in the obscene ecstasy of my own degradation.

 

Trixie’s soft, satisfied laugh was the last thing I heard before the darkness took me.

 

And in that darkness, a terrifying truth began to take root.

 

I was starting to crave it.

 

The pain.

The humiliation.

The loss of control.

 

And I hated myself for it.

 

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One day they dragged me into what looked like an indoor spa — luxurious marble floors, warm lighting, and a large shallow pool in the center. But the true horror wasn’t the water.

 

A circle of naked earth pony maids waited around the edge. Their coats gleamed, manes and tails perfectly brushed and fluffy. They looked pristine. Elegant.

 

Until one of them gave me a cruel, hungry smile.

 

“Get to work,” she ordered.

 

She sat on a cushion and spread her hind legs wide, exposing her already winking, dripping marehood.

 

I stared, face burning with humiliation and disbelief.

 

Then the command came, sharp and vicious.

 

“You’d better start using that tongue. And be careful with that horn… or your teeth.”

 

I didn’t understand at first.

 

Until a heavy hoof cracked across my already sore flank.

 

“Move, you worthless slut!” another maid snarled. “Your only job now is to relieve the sexual frustration of your betters.”

 

More blows rained down. I cried out, legs buckling under the pain. After several vicious strikes I collapsed to the floor, begging them to stop.

 

They didn’t.

 

They dragged me forward by the mane.

 

I crawled on my belly until I was muzzle-deep between the first mare’s legs. Tears of shame burned my eyes as I leaned in and began licking — hesitant, clumsy at first. She grabbed my mane and ground herself against my face, forcing me deeper.

 

“Harder! Suck on my clit, you pathetic whore!”

 

I obeyed. My tongue worked frantically along her folds, circling and sucking her swollen clit. She moaned loudly, hips bucking. The other maids watched with mocking smiles, some already touching themselves.

 

But they never stopped hitting me.

 

“Faster, you lazy cunt!”

“Deeper! Use your whole tongue!”

“Don’t you dare scrape me with that filthy horn!”

 

I serviced every single one of them. By the end, my face and mane were drenched in their juices, thick strands dripping down my chin and neck. My own body had betrayed me completely — marehood aching and dripping, clit throbbing with unwanted arousal from the sheer degradation.

 

The humiliation burned deeper than any physical pain.

 

I was no longer Sunset Shimmer — the powerful, ambitious unicorn who once challenged Celestia herself.

 

I was just a tongue.

A toy.

A filthy, drooling hole for their entertainment.

 

And the worst part?

 

A small, sick, terrifying part of me was already starting to crave the next order.

 

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Sunset Shimmer’s POV

 

I woke up in total darkness.

 

I tried to move, but the tight restriction told me everything. The black vinyl suit clung to my body like a second skin, squeezing every curve. My hind legs were locked in rigid cuffs, forcing them wide apart in a humiliating, completely exposed position. Even with the suit on, both my holes were left accessible — vulnerable and offered.

 

Then I heard her voice.

 

“So you’ve finally woken up.”

 

Trixie’s seductive, mocking tone sent a spike of panic through me. I felt her lean closer, her hot breath brushing my ear.

 

“Your training is almost over, Sunset. I have to admit… I enjoyed you more than Twilight or the other one. You’re… special.”

 

She paused, gently biting the edge of my ear. A treacherous shiver ran through my body, arousal flaring despite the fear.

 

“This mansion belongs to a very wealthy family,” she continued softly. “Their only heir is surrounded by beautiful free ponies from allied Equestrias. All earth ponies, of course. It’s a personal preference of his.”

 

Her voice turned darker.

 

“The heir hates unicorns. He didn’t want to receive the three of you… but you were a gift from other powerful families. So he’ll only keep one as his personal pet. The other two… will become toys for his staff.”

 

Her words turned my blood to ice.

 

Only one would receive “better” treatment.

The other two would be handed over to the servants… to be used however they wanted.

 

Trixie slipped earplugs into my ears. The world went silent. Claustrophobia crashed over me.

 

Then I felt two massive dildos pressing against me. The one entering my vagina was cold, metallic, and merciless. My body betrayed me instantly — I grew wet fast, moaning against the gag. But the pleasure didn’t last.

 

Mild electric shocks began dancing across my folds, mixing sharp pain with brutal stimulation. I screamed and thrashed, but every movement only drove the dildo deeper. No matter how many times I came, no matter how hard I tried to push it out — Trixie’s magic forced it back in, making me fuck myself.

 

My mind was unraveling with every forced orgasm.

 

And in that haze of pain and pleasure, only one thought remained:

 

How much longer can I hold on before I beg to be used?

 

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Trixie’s POV

 

Two weeks.

 

Two weeks and the Great and Powerful Trixie had finally broken Sunset Shimmer.

 

The satisfaction was intoxicating. Watching that arrogant unicorn willingly lick her own hooves clean, trembling with forced euphoria… it was exquisite. The way the proudest, most egocentric ponies ended up as filthy, drooling messes at my feet — nothing compared to that rush.

 

Just remembering it made my marehood clench and grow wet.

 

“Calm yourself,” a maid whispered beside me. “Be grateful the Master can’t smell you like we can.”

 

Trixie blushed, embarrassed for a moment. The maid chuckled softly.

 

“I don’t blame you.”

 

We reached a set of double doors. The earth pony maid smiled with wicked anticipation and pushed them open.

 

The scent hit me like a physical blow — thick, heavy, nauseatingly sweet. The overpowering smell of sex, sweat, and cum flooded the room.

 

Five earth pony mares were inside.

 

Two lay on the floor, their coats and manes matted with thick white streaks of semen. Despite being clearly used and exhausted, they wore blissful, satisfied smiles.

 

My eyes were drawn to the center of the room.

 

A sturdy wooden throne. On it sat a naked human male — average build, but radiating raw dominance. In his lap he held a brown-coated mare with gray mane and tail, kissing her fiercely, tongues battling in a messy, passionate display.

 

Below, between his spread legs, two identical twin mares with light green coats and turquoise manes took turns deepthroating his thick cock. They sucked with eager devotion, cheeks hollowed, eyes half-lidded in lust, as if his cum was the sweetest ambrosia.

 

The maid stepped forward, casually removing her skirt to reveal a black thong already soaked. She joined the twins, kneeling to lick and suck his heavy balls with hungry enthusiasm.

 

Envy burned in my chest for a brief, shameful moment.

 

All these mares… and this one average human was taking them all.

 

I stood there, watching the depraved scene, my own body aching with need.

 

Trixie had broken many.

 

But in this moment, watching them worship him so eagerly, I felt something dangerously close to jealousy.

 

And that feeling only made me wetter.

 

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I watched as the human broke the kiss with the brown-coated mare in his arms. With effortless strength he lifted her, holding her in a wide V-position, her pressed against his chest, legs spread obscenely. She blushed deeply, staring into his eyes with raw, desperate need. The other three mares stopped servicing him and made space, eyes hungry.

 

He teased her first — rubbing the thick head of his cock along her soaked folds, coating himself in her slick. The mare whimpered, voice trembling with submission.

 

“Please, Master… give it to me… I need you inside…”

 

He smiled — dark, possessive — and impaled her in one powerful thrust.

 

The mare tensed, then melted, a stupid, lust-drunk smile spreading across her face as he filled her completely.

 

The other three mares began touching themselves frantically. The twins ground against each other, hooves buried between their legs. The maid who had escorted me had her soaked black thong pulled aside, rubbing her exposed clit with urgent need.

 

The human fucked the mare in his arms with deep, rhythmic strokes, her body bouncing, crotch breasts jiggling with every impact. She licked and kissed his chest, eyes rolling back, completely lost in the pleasure he gave her.

 

The room was a symphony of depravity — wet sounds, desperate moans, the slap of flesh. The three watching mares came one after another, thighs shaking, squirting onto the expensive red carpet, faces twisted in stupid, blissful expressions.

 

This wasn’t just sex.

 

It was total submission.

Complete, obsessive devotion.

 

And watching how this one average human dominated them so effortlessly… how they melted for him… I finally understood why he preferred earth ponies.

 

They had the resilience.

 

They didn’t break as easily — physically or mentally.

 

They could take everything he gave and still beg for more.

 

He suddenly growled, hips stuttering. The mare in his arms cried out in ecstasy as he flooded her, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her womb. Her eyes crossed, tongue hanging out in a perfect ahegao as she came with him.

 

He held her close, still buried inside, pressing her against his body with surprising tenderness.

 

Then he murmured, voice low and obsessive:

 

“Mine.”

 

The word sent a shiver down my spine.

 

Yes… I always end up working for the crazy ones.

 

Another day in this wretched job.

 

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Sunset Shimmer’s POV

 

I woke to pain.

 

Every inch of my body ached. Fresh welts from the fusta burned across my flanks and back like brands. At least the vinyl suit was finally gone — a small, hollow mercy.

 

I tried to rest, curling weakly on the cold floor.

 

Then a soft sound made me lift my head.

 

In the dim light, a silhouette approached. As it drew closer, horror gripped my chest.

 

Twilight Sparkle.

 

Her lavender coat was dull and matted with filth. Angry red marks covered her flanks and sides. But what truly terrified me was her horn — or what remained of it. It had been brutally shattered, leaving only a jagged, raw stump.

 

Twilight saw my expression and her face crumpled with deep sadness.

 

“I… I didn’t want to give up,” she whispered, voice hoarse and broken. “I fought so hard. Every time I disobeyed… they made it worse. Eventually they took my horn. The earth ponies laughed while they cut it off and ground it to dust right in front of me.”

 

She trembled violently.

 

I reached out with weak limbs and pulled her into a tight embrace. Twilight shook for a moment before clinging back desperately, burying her face against my shoulder.

 

For a brief, fragile moment, two broken unicorns held each other in the darkness — finding the only comfort left in this nightmare.

 

But we both knew it wouldn’t last.

 

Tomorrow the choice would be made.

 

One of us would become the master’s personal pet.

 

The other two… would be handed over to the staff.

 

To be used.

To be broken further.

 

To satisfy every depraved whim and desire of the servants.

 

Twilight’s voice cracked as she whispered against my shoulder, barely audible.

 

“I’m scared…”

 

I didn’t answer.

 

I just held her tighter.

 

In this place, fear was the only honest thing we had left.