“Uugghhh….”

Aperture Lens letting out an inconvenienced and very much tired sigh, as she casually checked her phone with a few monotonous taps. The mare mindlessly scrolling through her social media, as she waited for her train, curious to see how her most recent gallery of pictures was trending. Quite a few favourites scattered across the set, along with a handful of positive comments, letting the unicorn know that she had taken some solid shots of the majestically lit Manehattan skyline worthy of a top-tier travel blog, just based on the initial positive feedback she was receiving. The mare skimming through the highlights of what her diligent eye had managed to put to film, as it eased that niggling self-doubt that the scenes, she had captured with her camera might have been subpar, even if everypony seemed to be saying the images were gorgeous.

For now though, Aperture was struggling to stay awake whilst the majority of the world slept, as even with the better part of a pot of coffee in her system, the exhausted equine knew she had gotten up way too early. The unicorn not an early riser at the best of times, but sometimes in order to take the perfect photo sacrifices had to be made to her sleep pattern, even if the buxom beauty would have preferred nothing more than to spend a dreary and dark morning tucked up in a warm bed. In this case, her demanding client had been a commission from the Tourist Board of Equestria, who for some reason wanted to try and attract visitors to the “scenic” western deserts, though it left Aperture wondering who the fuck was going to Appleloosa at 3:45 in the morning to justify this ghost train of a service.

Aperture looking up from her screen for a second to see that the station was just as deserted as when she had last glanced over the empty platform, reminding her that reality agreed that it was way too early to be catching a train. The only thing of note being a few cars parked in the lot beside the station, where their owners seemed to have dumped them for the night. The only sound was the gentle hum of the florescent bulbs that illuminated the vacant station with an off-yellow light, as it became apparent to Aperture that she was the only one waiting for this connecting service.

The mare only just returning to the reassuring glow of her gadget, as she began to digest a critique of the perspective shot, she had taken of the Crystaller Building, when her plans suddenly took a sudden spin. A pair of heavy hands abruptly seizing the oblivious equine from behind, with a jarring jolt that was almost enough to make the mare jump out of her velvety skin. A startled squeal snagging in her throat with a confused warble as she felt her snug sweater yanked upwards, allowing the marauding mitts to instantly begin groping the gargantuan globes hidden beneath. Her stealthy attacker grinding his palm into the succulent female flesh, as without a slither of delay he took their fill of the photogenic pony’s juicily plump proportions the moment their silky wrapper was torn away, exposing the delectably ample anatomy to the cold night air.

A hundred horrific fates surging through Aperture’s mind with the spike of adrenalin, that had been forcibly squeezed out of her by the marauding fingers molesting their way over her delightfully doughy figure. Raped, murdered, Kidnapped, each frightening possibility petrifying the pudgy pony, as she felt a trail of fingerprints paint their way over the curvaceous lumps of lewd chevaline hanging from her busty chest. Her first instinct to pull away with a yelping mewl, only for her to find the significantly stronger stallion restraining her had no problem overpowering the meeping mare. Instead, he just pulled her backwards, with a rude jerk, causing Aperture to drop the phone desperately clutched in her fumbling hands.

The tug taking her backwards, as Aperture realized that she was about to be roughly bundled into the back of a van, that would doubtless roar to life and cart her off to some unspeakable nightmare. A scared squirming thrashing its way out of the unicorn’s startled system, as she reflexively tried to avoid the traumatic treatment her ambusher had in store for her, though she could do little to stop him manhandling her like little more than a whimpering lump of voluptuous meat. This clearly far from this brute’s first time having his way with frantically flailing female flesh, as even now she could feel the bulge of his groin needily grinding against her plush buttocks, eager to penetrate her plot with a commanding thrust.

Her ponut puckering at the contact with a cowardly clench, as she knew at any second, he would start to violate her, as her destiny now was but to be defiled and raped without a glimmer of sympathetic hesitation. She could feel his stiff cock slip under her skirt, trace its way along her thick thighs, before brushing against her buttery buns, as with a waggling shunt he pushed her panties to the side and prepared to sheathe his stiff shlong in her shivering snatch. The tip tracing over her trembling taint, as the anticipation for the domineering reaving began to boil within Aperture’s heaving chest like an unbearable fire. The mare finding herself unable to escape from the pounding penetration to come, leaving the overwhelmed woman to weakly writhe against the unwanted advances with all the grace of a landed fish’s floundering.

She should have been screaming, but a choking clasp soon put an end to that before she could find the words, leaving only an animalistic wheeze to gasp from her lips. The cruel revelation that she could do next to nothing dawning in Aperture’s mind, as the mare few something wet ease open across the back of her head with a moist trickle. Not a word said as with a forceful gyration he entered her with a guttural grunt, before the dampness creeping over the crown of her head eased forward and started to swallow with an audible gulp. Aperture’s world suddenly enveloped in a humid blackness, as her day got even worse upon her sudden introduction to the accommodating tightness of a hungry throat. The mare oblivious to her ingester’s intent until it was too late, as unbeknownst to the shapely photographer currently being rutted down a glugging gullet, the attractive assets her bubbly body was temptingly flaunting would make the perfect breakfast to fill an empty grey gut….


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Waiting at the station to catch a train in the wee hours of the morning, Aperture Lens has a rather unplesant experiance when Fuse Plug, when the sadistic stallion decides to cup a feel of her envious curves....


A more molestation-focused collab between me and Crazy ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). This one featuring his OC Aperture Lens experiencing a rather impromptu interaction with the ever-ravenous Fuse Plug...

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