Title: The Boat Rape Scene Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/DGGF111h First Edit: Monday 28th of March 2016 07:32:24 PM CDT Last Edit: Monday 28th of March 2016 07:32:24 PM CDT     Afternoon.  If you’ve come to steal the ship, well, I’m afraid the captain won’t like that much.  And she’s the only one who can make it work,” I said.  Who knows; maybe I’d chanced upon practical bandits who were in a charitable mood and highly gullible.     “Holy shit, is that… that’s the Security Mare?” one said with a gleeful giggle.  It was a familiar voice.  As I remembered, he’d been screaming for me not to kill him the last time I’d heard it.  “Well, we come back to Fallen Arch, and not only do we find a nice old boat but my family’s murderer too!”     “Seriously?  That the bitch that killed Sidewinder?” another drawled.     “Technically, Deus killed him,” I said, but these ponies weren’t interested in technicalities.  The realization of who I was spread rapidly.     “She killed my brudders…”     “Ransacked our home...”     “Took our property…”     “She’s the mare what nicked me in the museum!” one shouted.     Oh, this was going to suck…     “You’re fucking dead,” a buck growled as he pushed a barrel against my blindfold.     I swallowed.  I couldn’t let this be quick.  Once I was dead, they’d rifle the ship.     It would have to be slow…     I grinned as wide as I could.  “Thanks for doing me the fucking favor, jackass.  Go ahead.  Put me out of my misery!” I yelled as I twisted my head.     Their shouts dropped to a dreadful silence broken by low chuckles.  The gun was pulled away.  “No… you don’t get any favors from us, Security.”  And it smashed against my face.     The fun began. I tried to put up a fight.  I did.  My legs might have been useless, but I could still swing them around, and my mouth worked just fine.  They grabbed my flopping legs and hauled me face down over a crate.  “Let’s stop her flopping around once and for all!” one cheered, and the others laughed as they pinned down my leg.  Then I felt a sharp stab.  “Pin her down, Nails.”  Wait… what? I didn’t scream.  Not at the spike of pain that went up my foreleg as the hammer struck the head again and again.  Nor did I scream at the second, higher up.  No, it wasn’t until the third one, just below where my elbow had been, that I cried out, to their laughter.  I called them every variant of ‘fuckers’ I could as my other foreleg was nailed to the floor too.  No matter how I tugged, they weren’t coming free.  Not without leaving my legs behind.  My rear legs were hauled apart, and one… two… three… they were nailed to the floor as well. I squirmed and jerked; I couldn’t help it.  Every move hurt, which kept me moving.  “How’s it feel, cunt?  You took everything from me.”  That was the one from Fallen Arch… I was getting better at picking out their voices. I was barely able to spit out, “I left you your life.” “Yeah.  Well, let me pay you back for the favor,” he replied.  Then my tail was lifted and I felt a tongue.  I couldn’t help myself, I started to shake.  I knew what was coming.  I knew damned well.  Hell, I was inviting it… any indignity, pain, or humiliation. Just keep focused on me. It didn’t hurt like the nails.  Those had hurt more, certainly.  No, as it was pushed into me, I cried out… much to their delight.  And as they got going, my own biology betrayed me, easing the violation.  I hated it, but so long as I didn’t hear Scotch cry out as well, I could endure.  I had to.  And so I let them fill me however they wanted.  And they laughed and called me a slut, as if words could hurt me now.  Go ahead, I thought.  Take another ride.  Shoot another load.  I can take it. I couldn’t do anything…  But I could take it. Again. And again. And again. But eventually, even violation gets boring.  And then a buck said from nearby, “Finish her up.  I’m going to see if there’s anything else worthwhile in here…” The fuck you are.  I bit hard on what was trying to choke me, making him cry and pull out.  Then I jabbed my horn into the side of the one who’d just spoken. I blew out his guts all over me with a magic bullet. Fun time was over. “Cunt!  Bitch!  Whore!”  Pretty unoriginal, but they were upset as they stomped me.  I fired again and again until one of them got a hoof around my neck.  I struggled.  “Do it!  Do it!” they began to cheer.     I felt a sharp metal edge press against the base of my horn.     One blow of the hammer and I screamed like I never had before.     Two blows and I felt blood trickle down my face.     With the third, there was a resounding crack, and I felt a snap within my head like a rubber band breaking.  And I wailed like a foal.  The pain of the nails was nothing… nothing at all… compared to this.  An integral part of myself had been torn away.  Finally, I went limp, my body glazed in at least three kinds of bodily fluid as I lay there over the crate.  “Enough… fucking end this bitch.”  My face must have been masked in blood.  Wherever Roses was… I apologized to her.     “Come on… I can take… a little more…” I whispered hoarsely, spitting out more than just saliva as I lay there.  Just a little longer.  Just a little more…     …a little more…     Then I felt a sharp and strangely cold pain erupt in my side.  Everything seemed to be oozing out of me.  What, didn’t I have enough holes?  “She’s done.  Now toss the ship.”     “Toss this, motherfuckers,” P-21 said.  Then there was a dull thud and the most curious sensation… I couldn’t move at all.  “Stun grenade, courtesy of the sand dogs.”  Every bit of me was limp and growing colder and colder.  “No… no no no…” he muttered softly before he summarized my state nicely with a tell, “Oh, shit!  Lacunae!  Lacunae, get in here now!  She’s been stabbed! With dicks!”