She was Nameless.
That was her lot in life, to be without a name, or friends or family, she would have nothing. She had been cramped into a box and fed literal shit her entire life, told that her drab brown colours would never win her the love of a human owner, or a special friend.
She was shit, she was Nameless.
When she was picked out of the Fluff-mart by her new daddy it was the happiest day of her life, she finally had an owner, someone who would feed her proper food, and take her out of this horrendously uncomfortable box, and hug her and love her. Then she met daddyâs own Fluffy, a bucking young alicorn stallion called Floyd, his coat was a stunning, sleek jet black and his mane had every colour of the rainbow, he was the most handsomest, perfect stallion Nameless had ever seen and she felt so lucky that she would have him as her special friend.
Then Floyd shoved his shit-stained arse into her face and Nameless realised her place was still at the bottom of the food chain.
She fooled herself into thinking she was lucky, she had a roof and a home, she could watch Fluff-TV whenever Floyd was in the room and she could at least smell the sketti whenever daddy was nice enough to cook some for Floyd. It wasnât much, but it was home, she stupidly told herself before going to sleep.
Then came the day Daddy opened her box, she couldnât believe it, she was finally free. She waited patiently as Daddy carefully sawed open the back half of her box, feeling fresh air hit her backside for the first time since she was a filly, it was almost enough to make her cry.
Then she felt Floyd position himself behind her and with a sharp push, forced himself inside.
She could barely understand what daddy was saying to her, something about âNot ready to Stud yetâ and âNeeds some form of reliefâ. All Nameless could understand was the sheer humiliation and degradation she was feeling as her most special place was used and abused for the whims of a horny stallion.
Nameless now had put up with the rambunctious nature of what was essentially a teenaged stallion as well as her constant diet of shit. Some days it was hard to tell what she suffered more as both pains occurred multiple times each day.
Eventually Nameless felt something inside her, she had been so wallowed in her own misery that she hadnât realised that she was a soon-mummah, her tummeh-babbehs now large enough for her to feel them in her belly. She had something to live for now, something to hold on hope for.
But when she tried to plead to Floyd, telling him they were his babbehs, that she was carrying his children, Floyd told her that daddy didnât want any babbehs that werenât from mares he specifically chose. As far as the alicorn was concerned, whatever was in Namelessâ tummy wasnât his kids.
That first violent miscarriage wasnât the last one Nameless would suffer, over the next two months she would lose six potential litters, each one to their fatherâs overdeveloped libido.
As time passed, Nameless would hear Floyd and daddy talking more and more about Floyd being âalmost ready to studâ. From what she had been able to make out, Floyd was a special kind of Fluffy and would have lots of special-huggies to make lots of special-kinds of babies, and daddy would make a lot of money from giving those special babies to other people. Floyd was to be rewarded for her abuse with a lifetime of love and children, all things she would never experience.
The realisation made her want to die, but she was trapped in a box with no way to escape and no where to escape to.
But there something unexpected happened, and it all started when Daddy refused to let Floyd give her special-huggies. Daddy said that Floyd was finally ready to âstudâ and daddy wanted him âoverflowingâ so no special-huggies for that night.
Floyd naturally kicked up a fuss but a hot plate of spaghetti distracted him long enough to go to sleep that night. But the blue-balled bastard couldnât get a restful sleep, and figured one quick enf with Nameless wouldnât be a problem.
In his attempts to find his way across the darkened Safe-room, Floyd accidentally stepped on the remote and turned on Fluff-TV, which was playing itâs After-Dark series, FluffStation, a call-in channel where stallion could call into to the mares on screen and have âFone-Enfiesâ with them.
For a brief moment, Floyd was distracted, the mares gyrating on the screen and pushing their milkie-places towards the camera enraptured him so much he almost blew a load just humping the air. Nameless was also entranced but for a different reason, she wasnât interested in what the mares were doing but rather what they were saying.
âWan hab nu-nu joose aww oba Fwuffyâ
âFwuffy yoose hoofsies tu gib gud-feews.â
âPut nu-nu stik in mouthie place.â
âNu-nu stik in mouthieâ
âIn mouthieâ
The idea came to her just as Floyd heard daddyâs footsteps from down the hall, he didnât have long to enf Nameless. She stopped him, begged him not to give her more babbehs through bad-special-huggies, but that in return, she would give him mouth-enfies.
Floyd was too horny and in too much of a hurry to think it through, wanting to get his rocks off as quickly as he could, he agreed to her demands and rammed his pecker down her throat.
Nameless played the part of the diligent sex slave well, using her mouth to lick and caress Floydâs wang with everything she had, she didnât have to wait long for Floydâs hair-trigger start to respond. The stallionâs whole body started to vibrate as his orgasm rapidly approached, Nameless heard the Safe-room door handle start to turn as Daddy began to enter the room. Nameless hastened her efforts to finish Floyd, the black alicorn took in a deep breath to cry out his releaseâŚ
And Nameless bit down, severing cock from owner.
Floyd screamed.
Daddy jumped back in shock.
Nameless, for the first time in her life, smiled.
She watched as Floyd painfully spasmed on the floor, his castrated genital spitting out a mixture of blood and cum as his body acted on impulses outside of his control.
She watched as daddy rushed over to him, trying to work out what had happened, and seeing the blood around her mouth, demanding that she spit out Floydâs no-no stick.
She watched as daddyâs eyes locked with hers, and she purposefully swallowed the severed appendage in front of him.
Daddy would yell, daddy would curse and rave and howl, he would kick things around the room, make holes in walls, shatter the TV, lob Floydâs stackie blocks around the room until his entire face was red. Eventually he would snatch her off the floor and hurl her out the window, where she would fall 3 floors down and land on the concrete, dying instantly.
But she would keep smiling, even as daddyâs hands nearly chocked her to death, even as the glass shards sliced across her body, even as the air rushed past her and she knew that only death would take her now. She kept smiling through it all.
Because she was Nameless.
And she had won.
