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An excellent piece commissioned by myself from Cogbrony, and a sort of sequel to this piece.
[GRIMDARK]
When Sonata was brought into the Equestrian prison system, she attempted to sell out her fellow Sirens in order to save herself, providing enough state’s evidence to get Aria sentenced to a longer sentence than she received. Sonata, who was too stupid to ensure that the police would transfer her confessions into commuting her sentence, wound up brutally eaten alive by the system, but Aria was much more clever. She had accumulated enough knowledge and skills to keep out of the general population, mostly by beating the shit out of small fry and snitching out the ones she couldn’t rough up. Aria made a special point of teasing the men she sent into solitary, flashing just a little bit of nipple as they were locked up.
But there was a reason Aria had been caught, and there was a reason Sonata had sold her out. She was smarter than Sonata, but that was as impressive a feat as being smarter than a fish. And unlike Sonata, Aria was significantly more acerbic. It didn’t take long for her to piss off guards with her ridiculous demands, asking for full meals and shit tier anime at every opportunity, blasting grindcore at all hours of the night and generally being an utter bitch to the guards. Aria believed that as long as she had information to tell the guards she was untouchable.
She was wrong.
On a deep winter’s night six months into her sentence, Aria went to sleep in a bed with a comforter, falling asleep to the cacophonous mix of Brokencyde and Sword Art Online. She woke up on cold concrete in the dead of night, a single flickering lightbulb eerily illuminating dark prison cells all around her. To her horror, she realized she had been transported to one of the normal cell blocks.
A terrible panic gripped Aria and she began to shake the bars, screaming at the tops of her lungs. “You motherfuckers! Get me out of here or I’ll beat the crap out of you! Guards!”
Aria began shaking the bars harder, her shouts devolving into screams that echoed through the concrete halls. She tried to wrench the door open, or summon her Siren powers, but like Sonata her gem had been long damaged beyond repair. Nevertheless she continued shrieking in futile rage…until she heard footsteps thud on the floor behind her.
She was not alone.
“Keep it down, you little snitch.”
That voice…a chill ran down Aria’s spine as she turned around to see who her cell mate was. In the broken light of a barely working lamp she saw him loom above her, pale ashen skin almost translucent over a gigantic, muscular frame. Her heart dropped into her guts as she realized he was the first man she had sent into solitary, a man with a rap sheet of rape and murder longer than her own life story. He was Anvil Crash, the former king of the prison gangs…and she was locked in a cell with him in the dead of night.
“What? Didn’t you ever wonder why we never came back into GP? Nah, girlie. We’re locked up in a fucking closet for two months and then dumped in here. This is the cell block where they keep all the troublemakers…the guys the guards don’t wanna deal with.”
Aria backed up against the bars, shakingly but defiantly staring him down.
“Look, asshole. I don’t know if you know, but I’m kind of a big deal. When the guards come back to get me I’ll tell them all the shit I-”
“The guards aren’t coming back,” Crash stated matter of factly. “They come through once every three months to drop off supplies to keep us above starving…and to drop off any fresh meat. Funny thing was, though…they told us they were dropping YOU off today. Told everyone in the block that you’d snitched all of us out and got us locked up in this shithole. Showed us video of you teasing us. Man, you must have pissed them off for real.”
Aria felt her heart stop for a moment. No wonder they had been so smarmy and nice for the past month. In a panic she turned and began shaking the bars again, only for Crash to pin her against them.
“You really don’t wanna wake those other guys up. The second the sun rises all these prison doors unlock, and they’ll be plenty pissed off at you as it is. Besides…I want tonight to be about us.”
Aria saw his milky blue eyes scan her top to bottom, his rough hands now caressing her massive tits as he slowly dragged off her corset top. She had always hated when boys stared at her body without permission and now this creep was molesting her in a prison cell.
“These guys haven’t seen a real woman in years, especially one as hot as you. They’re all lifers, to a man. And they all know you’re the reason they got locked in a box before getting dumped in this hellhole. You’re not going to survive the week.”
With a rough tug, Aria’s favorite yoga pants were ripped off. Aria shrieked as she threw a sloppy punch at Crash’s face, before he brutally backhanded her to the concrete. Horrified tears welled up in her eyes as his worn prison trousers were tossed aside. The length and girth of his forearm-sized cock cast a shadow over her trembling face.
“So before you get yours guts churned up and the shit kicked out of you…I’m gonna enjoy you while you’re still fresh.”
Crash grabbed Aria’s right leg and forced it back, almost to the point of pain, as he teased her outer lips with the tip of his shaft. He was greeted with a remarkable amount of wetness for his trouble; it had been so long since Aria had had proper sex that her body had betrayed her. Not that it mattered to Crash as he roughly forced his girth past her lips and inside her.
“Fuuuuuuuck, I haven’t had pussy this tight in over a decade. Guess you were such a bitch on the outside noone wanted to touch you.”
Crash started to increase his tempo, dragging his dick out almost to the tip and then forcing it back in, angling it so that it grazed her clitoris every time. Aria was squealing in misery every time he did it, crying like the prison bitch she was as her giant boobs bounced with every thrust.
“Stop it! Stop it! STOP!!!”
Crash backhanded her again as he pinned her to the cold concrete, pumping like a jackhammer as he started to slam against her cervix. A puddle of hot fluid had formed underneath her fat ass.
“Once the other guys get through with you you’ll be begging me to fuck you like this again. Now shut the fuck up and take your licks, you stupid bitch!”
Crash could feel the pressure building in his dick as he started to push harder and harder; listening to Aria sob was making him rock solid. He started slamming his pelvis against hers hard enough to hurt, making sure to press against her womb with every thrust as he felt his climax build. In a fit of rage, Crash used his free hand to suddenly yank on Aria’s clit, pulling it roughly as she emitted a shrill yelp, like a dog that had been stepped on.
“Fuck…fuck…I’m gonna…”
“NO!!! NOT INSIDE!!! NOT INSIDE!!!”
“TOO LATE!!!”
Crash forced himself as far as he could go, tip popping into her cervix as ten years of pent up cum sprayed into her cunt. It bubbled and spilled out of her, pooling underneath her legs until he dragged himself in one swift stroke. He had timed it well, allowing him to shower her tits in what was left of his seed as he slapped his dick on her chest.
Watching the angry, bitchy rat sobbing in misery and pain, struggling to wipe the cum off of herself, caused his member to swell once again. He wasn’t done with Aria by a long shot. He was going to fuck her until the sun rose. And when that was done he would feed her to the prisoners around him. He could see their eyes illuminated in the darkness. A twisted grin crossed his face.
She’d ratted her way into Heaven. And now, she’d pay for it spending the rest of her soon to be ended life in Hell.
#fuckaria
[GRIMDARK]
When Sonata was brought into the Equestrian prison system, she attempted to sell out her fellow Sirens in order to save herself, providing enough state’s evidence to get Aria sentenced to a longer sentence than she received. Sonata, who was too stupid to ensure that the police would transfer her confessions into commuting her sentence, wound up brutally eaten alive by the system, but Aria was much more clever. She had accumulated enough knowledge and skills to keep out of the general population, mostly by beating the shit out of small fry and snitching out the ones she couldn’t rough up. Aria made a special point of teasing the men she sent into solitary, flashing just a little bit of nipple as they were locked up.
But there was a reason Aria had been caught, and there was a reason Sonata had sold her out. She was smarter than Sonata, but that was as impressive a feat as being smarter than a fish. And unlike Sonata, Aria was significantly more acerbic. It didn’t take long for her to piss off guards with her ridiculous demands, asking for full meals and shit tier anime at every opportunity, blasting grindcore at all hours of the night and generally being an utter bitch to the guards. Aria believed that as long as she had information to tell the guards she was untouchable.
She was wrong.
On a deep winter’s night six months into her sentence, Aria went to sleep in a bed with a comforter, falling asleep to the cacophonous mix of Brokencyde and Sword Art Online. She woke up on cold concrete in the dead of night, a single flickering lightbulb eerily illuminating dark prison cells all around her. To her horror, she realized she had been transported to one of the normal cell blocks.
A terrible panic gripped Aria and she began to shake the bars, screaming at the tops of her lungs. “You motherfuckers! Get me out of here or I’ll beat the crap out of you! Guards!”
Aria began shaking the bars harder, her shouts devolving into screams that echoed through the concrete halls. She tried to wrench the door open, or summon her Siren powers, but like Sonata her gem had been long damaged beyond repair. Nevertheless she continued shrieking in futile rage…until she heard footsteps thud on the floor behind her.
She was not alone.
“Keep it down, you little snitch.”
That voice…a chill ran down Aria’s spine as she turned around to see who her cell mate was. In the broken light of a barely working lamp she saw him loom above her, pale ashen skin almost translucent over a gigantic, muscular frame. Her heart dropped into her guts as she realized he was the first man she had sent into solitary, a man with a rap sheet of rape and murder longer than her own life story. He was Anvil Crash, the former king of the prison gangs…and she was locked in a cell with him in the dead of night.
“What? Didn’t you ever wonder why we never came back into GP? Nah, girlie. We’re locked up in a fucking closet for two months and then dumped in here. This is the cell block where they keep all the troublemakers…the guys the guards don’t wanna deal with.”
Aria backed up against the bars, shakingly but defiantly staring him down.
“Look, asshole. I don’t know if you know, but I’m kind of a big deal. When the guards come back to get me I’ll tell them all the shit I-”
“The guards aren’t coming back,” Crash stated matter of factly. “They come through once every three months to drop off supplies to keep us above starving…and to drop off any fresh meat. Funny thing was, though…they told us they were dropping YOU off today. Told everyone in the block that you’d snitched all of us out and got us locked up in this shithole. Showed us video of you teasing us. Man, you must have pissed them off for real.”
Aria felt her heart stop for a moment. No wonder they had been so smarmy and nice for the past month. In a panic she turned and began shaking the bars again, only for Crash to pin her against them.
“You really don’t wanna wake those other guys up. The second the sun rises all these prison doors unlock, and they’ll be plenty pissed off at you as it is. Besides…I want tonight to be about us.”
Aria saw his milky blue eyes scan her top to bottom, his rough hands now caressing her massive tits as he slowly dragged off her corset top. She had always hated when boys stared at her body without permission and now this creep was molesting her in a prison cell.
“These guys haven’t seen a real woman in years, especially one as hot as you. They’re all lifers, to a man. And they all know you’re the reason they got locked in a box before getting dumped in this hellhole. You’re not going to survive the week.”
With a rough tug, Aria’s favorite yoga pants were ripped off. Aria shrieked as she threw a sloppy punch at Crash’s face, before he brutally backhanded her to the concrete. Horrified tears welled up in her eyes as his worn prison trousers were tossed aside. The length and girth of his forearm-sized cock cast a shadow over her trembling face.
“So before you get yours guts churned up and the shit kicked out of you…I’m gonna enjoy you while you’re still fresh.”
Crash grabbed Aria’s right leg and forced it back, almost to the point of pain, as he teased her outer lips with the tip of his shaft. He was greeted with a remarkable amount of wetness for his trouble; it had been so long since Aria had had proper sex that her body had betrayed her. Not that it mattered to Crash as he roughly forced his girth past her lips and inside her.
“Fuuuuuuuck, I haven’t had pussy this tight in over a decade. Guess you were such a bitch on the outside noone wanted to touch you.”
Crash started to increase his tempo, dragging his dick out almost to the tip and then forcing it back in, angling it so that it grazed her clitoris every time. Aria was squealing in misery every time he did it, crying like the prison bitch she was as her giant boobs bounced with every thrust.
“Stop it! Stop it! STOP!!!”
Crash backhanded her again as he pinned her to the cold concrete, pumping like a jackhammer as he started to slam against her cervix. A puddle of hot fluid had formed underneath her fat ass.
“Once the other guys get through with you you’ll be begging me to fuck you like this again. Now shut the fuck up and take your licks, you stupid bitch!”
Crash could feel the pressure building in his dick as he started to push harder and harder; listening to Aria sob was making him rock solid. He started slamming his pelvis against hers hard enough to hurt, making sure to press against her womb with every thrust as he felt his climax build. In a fit of rage, Crash used his free hand to suddenly yank on Aria’s clit, pulling it roughly as she emitted a shrill yelp, like a dog that had been stepped on.
“Fuck…fuck…I’m gonna…”
“NO!!! NOT INSIDE!!! NOT INSIDE!!!”
“TOO LATE!!!”
Crash forced himself as far as he could go, tip popping into her cervix as ten years of pent up cum sprayed into her cunt. It bubbled and spilled out of her, pooling underneath her legs until he dragged himself in one swift stroke. He had timed it well, allowing him to shower her tits in what was left of his seed as he slapped his dick on her chest.
Watching the angry, bitchy rat sobbing in misery and pain, struggling to wipe the cum off of herself, caused his member to swell once again. He wasn’t done with Aria by a long shot. He was going to fuck her until the sun rose. And when that was done he would feed her to the prisoners around him. He could see their eyes illuminated in the darkness. A twisted grin crossed his face.
She’d ratted her way into Heaven. And now, she’d pay for it spending the rest of her soon to be ended life in Hell.
#fuckaria
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Yes 😊😊
Yeah, I know he didn’t draw this, I’m talking about the clopfic.
and titfucked :3
Oh hell yeah. :) I like to think she’s still getting raped. XD
Made me nut really hard xP
@TheAbridgenator
Mm hmm <3
The before and after. ;)
Ooh la la.
your current filter.Check your message :)
YES!
Maybe we could discuss more in the messages
This looks fun
Throw in some choking as he sprays and you’re crossing the Abridgenator Bridge!
speaking of hatefucking
Well, how about a titfuck in a fit of rage, so that Crash violently yanked her nipples while thrusting hard between those humongous tits, and then when the time comes, he grunts in pleasurable anger, slapping his cock vigorously as his load squirts all over her :)
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@Brony kaiju soldier
Me, I just prefer good old fashioned hatefucking. XD
I know it’s weird but I’m not the only one
Interesting fetish.
😊
Ah.
Well, tbh
I had a slight fetish for balloons
Cool.
that sound make it even sexier for me :)
Ooh yeah. ;)