The Dominant Rainbow Chapter 1: Strutting It By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, Rainbow Dash, micro human, slavery, dominatrix, looming, walk over Version: 4 --- --- --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]It is a common trope that characters in public are the opposite of who they are in private. For example, Fluttershy is so kind and meek in public, so she must be a total sadist in the bedroom. I decided I wanted to flip that idea. So I took Rainbow Dash and asked what if she was actually even MORE of an attention hog? What would that look like? Also, because it's me writing this, the recipient had to be a tiny human.[/i] [i]Lastly, the world this story takes place in is kind of a continuation of one of my flash fics. It's not required reading to understand this story, but it's short and might make the human character's backstory more reasonable. Read it here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/46689273/[/i] --- --- --- Logan sat in his little room calmly staring at old photos and reminiscing about home. The picture currently in his hand had the whole family. Him, his older brother, his mom, and his dad. The young man smiled and ran a finger over the glass that protected the image. The memories flowed through him like water. This photo was shot a number of years before the two brothers had taken the farm from their father. Before his drinking and gambling had thrown the family into debt. Before the drama. He was barely a teenager in this picture and he had almost no responsibilities. Logan put the frame down and turned his gaze to another picture. A photo of his father sitting on a bench outside the hospital. The institute where the rest of the family had forced him to get better. To quit drinking. More memories came to Logan from looking at it. The huge debt the brothers had inherited after that and the plan they had put together to pay it off. This picture of dad was bittersweet really. It was sad because it showed their dad at his lowest. But it was also a turning point. The start of his redemption and the family's strategy to get the farm back in the black. And everything had been going so well until the war started. Logan sighed and rubbed his face. That set of memories was the worst. The pointless war that followed First Contact with the giant ponies. A war, not against the ponies, but against humanity itself. The economic collapse. The drafts. Then the final nail in the farm's coffin: the bank demanded the entire debt. If they failed to pay they would lose the farm. But they wouldn't have the money for another five years at the earliest and that was before the war crippled their finances. They simply couldn't pay it. And if they lost the farm they would also lose their immunity from the draft. Then the brothers would likely be going to the battlefield. Every other able-bodied person was. It was a spiraling nightmare with no way out. Depression hit the whole family hard. Then a light. Hope. From the pony world came an offer. A way out of their debt. But it was a mixed opportunity. It required sacrifice. Logan was the younger brother and knew it was the best and only solution. So he took the fall to save his family's farm. He sold himself to a pony. He sold himself, effectively, into slavery. Logan glanced around his room somberly. It was small and basic. A bed for sleeping, a dresser for his clothes, and a shelf for his many photos. He also had a lamp and a clock on his dresser. That was it. The room was built from simple wood planks. If you weren't paying attention you might even miss where the floor transitioned into the wall and the wall into the ceiling. It was all the same. Officially he owned nothing. Logan was now property himself. His master -- his Mistress -- was free to do with him whatever she wanted. His accommodations were entirely thanks to her generosity. According to his Mistress he was only supposed to be in his room when she [i]wasn't[/i] home. When she [i]was[/i] home he was to be with her. From the Mistress's perspective his room was only for rest. Therefor his room didn't need more than the bare necessities. Logan's feelings about the mare were a bit mixed. On one hand, she had paid his family's debt. On the other, life as her slave was... difficult. There was a distant boom from a massive door slamming. The Mistress was home. Immediately Logan felt his heart race. He sat up straight and his mind jumped from memories of the farm to wondering what his Mistress would have him do today. He shivered. Some days were better than others. "I'm home!" the raspy voice of his Mistress called. Logan didn't reply, she wouldn't be able to hear more than a squeak if he had tried to yell back to her anyway. Though he still nodded in acknowledgment as he took off his shirt and pants. The Mistress let him wear clothes when he was in his room, but when he was with her he was not allowed to wear more than his boxers. She liked to stare at his muscles and tanned skin earned from years of farm work. Though his complexion was starting to lighten from being out of the sun, the physical work she had him do these days kept his body in good shape. "Logan!" the Mistress called much closer now. "I'm home! It's time to play!" Logan gave his hair a quick brush with his fingers and shook out his shoulders. He psyched himself up for whatever game she wanted to play today. Then he opened his door and stepped outside. The ground might have looked like gravel at first, but it was actually a field of small rubber pellets. The bedding of his terrarium. Around him were four glass walls creating a box about the size of a football field. The terrarium had no cover. Filling the space was various playground equipment scattered about like some sort of obstacle course. There were a set of monkey bars, some tires arranged in a line, a pair of ramps, and much more. Behind Logan was his "room". A wooden box with a door in it. The man stepped down onto the rubber gravel with his bare feet. He'd never get used to the feeling. He made his way toward one of the glass walls that towered over him and gazed out. His sanctuary sat on a table in the Mistress's bedroom. Beyond the clear barrier in front of Logan was the massive space where his Mistress spent most of her time with him. Speaking of which, she had just come into the room. The cloud floor completely absorbed the sound of what would obviously have been mini-earthquakes. The huge pony had hooves a bit wider around than he was tall. The man could barely get his arms around her muzzle if he tried. Her mane was always wild and striped the colors of a rainbow. The rest of her fur was a gentle sky blue and her eyes were violet. She was also a pegasus with a pair of enormous wings. She regularly hovered around the house or used them to zip about instead of running. She was fast, even for her size. Her name was Rainbow Dash, though Logan was only allowed to call her that under special circumstances. Just another one of her strange rules. The Mistress shuffled into the room with a tired groan. She paused just inside the entryway and gave her mane a flick. It was wet. It was about a 50/50 guess if the moisture came from sweat or rain. Then her eyes turned toward him. Immediately she smiled. "Good afternoon my little Logan!" she cheered as she pranced to the table. Logan couldn't help swallowing, backing away a step or two, and glancing up. The Mistress loomed above him, her muzzle hanging over the lip of his terrarium. Now that she was closer he could smell it. That wasn't rain water, it was sweat. She stank. "Good afternoon my Mistress. Did you have a good day?" he asked politely. Rainbow chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Eh, cloud swarm from the Everfree. Unexpected, but fun. Had to kick butt all day!" she bragged with a self-satisfied smirk. "It feels good to be home though. I need something more relaxing. Let's get you out of there so we can play." The Mistress sat down and raised both her hooves. Logan stepped back further. One hoof pressed against the glass wall in front of him while the other went up to the corner where two walls met. Rainbow Dash pulled the pin there that kept the wall up, which then tried to fall open except her first hoof was there to catch it. Slowly the huge mare let the glass panel drop until it was horizontal. The new see-through field projected off the edge of the table a fair bit. Without needing to be told Logan stepped out onto the former wall and approached his towering Mistress. Her magenta eyes above watched him and waited patiently until he was close enough. An upturned hoof landed a few meters ahead of the man. It was a bit awkward. If the Mistress had had hands it might have worked better. As it was, she couldn't offer him a flat surface as a lift. It was more like being offered a steep ramp that promised to level out as soon as it began to ascend. However Logan was experienced with this arrangement and didn't even hesitate. He stepped onto the thick skin that was the bottom of the Mistress's hoof. Then he planted his other foot higher up, like he was going to climb a brutal hill. Finally, he let himself fall forward, pressing his chest to the "ground" and gripping the spongy flesh as best he could with his arms. He struggled to ignore the grime and sweat that transferred from her hoof to his belly. The huge mare in return wasted no time in lifting him. As expected the ride leveled out a moment after leaving the terrarium behind. Not that Logan bothered to stand up. His platform was just going to go sideways again in a few seconds anyway when she went to put him down. But Logan did raise his head to meet the gaze of his owner. The pegasus was clearly tired after a day of fighting magic clouds, but also clearly excited. She always was before she played with him. At least he wasn't getting boring. "What are we going to do today, Mistress?" Logan dared to ask. She smirked at him as she waddled across the bedroom. A strong cross-breeze cooled his exposed back. "First, I need to remind you just how [i]impressive[/i] I am." The man sighed to himself, making sure not to actually produce a sound. She wouldn't like that. First Game: Looming. Somewhere about the middle of the room Rainbow Dash began to lower the hoof that cradled Logan. As it fell towards the floor the surface once again began to tilt at a steeper and steeper angle. She wasn't trying to dump him. At least, Logan was pretty sure she wasn't going to do that today. The Mistress only did that if he annoyed her and he hadn't had time to do anything yet. There was a bit of a bump as her wrist met the mat that covered her bedroom floor. Logan crawled backwards on his hands and knees until his foot found the real ground. Then he pushed off the bottom of her hoof and stumbled a few steps away from her. The huge blue hoof lifted, spun around in midair, and returned to the ground some distance ahead of him. The gentle thump it made caused Logan to jump a little. Throaty giggling from above drew his attention skyward. The sight would never get dull. Rainbow Dash. Her fur was sky blue. Her mane was decorated the same colors as her name. Her eyes were magenta. And she was [b]huge[/b]. Her fur was like a field of grass. Her mane was like a true rainbow cutting across the sky. Her eyes were bigger than he was. The tallest trees might have scratched her chin. Her head hung high above like a billboard. His neck was craned almost as far back as it could go, yet it was barely enough. And she loved it. Her smile was so wide he could see all her teeth and her eyes were lidded with satisfaction. The Mistress merely stood there, basking in the moment. Basking in the tiny human's undivided awe. Basking in Logan's attention. "You're so big," Logan mumbled absentmindedly. The towering equine held her head high at that. "Of course I am. I'm Rainbow Dash! Now stay there." Logan tensed. He knew what she was about to do, but it was still scary. She liked this way too much. The Mistress took a step forward. An enormous hoof that could have comfortably swallowed a sedan sailed by Logan on the right and crashed onto the matted floor behind him. The man flinched away as wind brushed his skin in its wake. He had enough self-control not to move too far though. Another hoof further away on his left rushed by him a moment later. The chest of his Mistress was above him now. Every time a hoof landed Logan felt a small tremor in his feet and struggled to stay where he was. It was important that he not move around too much because the pony's rear hooves were coming next. Looking up was the Mistress's fuzzy belly, but all attention was drawn to the great flexing joints of her legs. A massive pillar crashed down too close for Logan and he fell back. He stared at it for a moment as the other rear hoof zoomed beyond him. Then the hoof that was only a few steps away rose into the air and drifted over him. Logan looked straight up as the blue hoof passed. Up at the underside of a foot that could have crushed him without a struggle. Logan swallowed nervously. He knew the Mistress was walking slowly for two reasons. For one, she liked having him gaze up at her and moving slow really emphasized how much power she had over him. And two, she didn't actually want to crush him. Despite knowing this, Logan's heart still raced as he turned over and watched the mare's hooves move on. Then a curtain of colorful hairs smacked his already prone form and pushed him down. The heavy tail of his Mistress dragged across the floor like a broom. The many strands of her tail were too tangled to separate around him so the wall of colors simply swept over Logan, weighing down on him more like a bedsheet as thick as a truck. The man's face was pressed against the rubbery mat that covered the mare's bedroom floor for a few seconds as the tail brushed over his back. Then it was over and he pushed himself up on his elbows. Rainbow Dash's hips and tail swayed as she strutted across the room. Her ears were pointed back in his direction even as she kept her head aimed straight for the wall she was approaching. Then she made a sharp turn and struck a pose. Logan could only gawk as the mare showed off her side and hiked her tail. After a moment she even gave her neck a quick snap and sent her rainbow mane draping across her back. "What do you think Logan?" she asked while waggling her brows. The man swallowed. "You're incredible, Mistress." The mare snorted and looked away. "As always." Then she was coming towards him, her legs crashing into the ground with a touch more force than necessary. The booming steps of his Mistress made Logan cautiously rise to his feet. There was a playful glint in her eyes as Logan found himself looking ever more skyward. He anticipated a second pass when the Mistress decided to do something different. When she was still a block or two away she veered to Logan's left and began making a wide path around him. She was still stomping, her every step producing a modest blast, shaking the landscape beneath him. She was circling him. And the man realized he was spinning in place to keep his eyes locked with her predatory gaze. Then the Mistress accelerated. From walking to prancing. She lifted two hooves at a time and drove them down to create mini-earthquakes that made Logan stumble and throw his arms out for balance. She was stalking him. Toying with him. Around and around she went until Logan was fighting dizziness too. Yet he did not dare lose track of her. Suddenly she stopped. Two legs in mid-step frozen bent and high above him. Logan felt himself unconsciously hold his breath. He too was frozen. Like a pair of statues. Everything was still and quiet. The man looked back and forth in confusion. Then he glanced up at the Mistress. They stared at each other. She hiked a questioning brow. Then she grinned. In a blur the Mistress spun around and resumed her hungry stalking, but now she moved in a clockwise direction, the opposite way from before. Again her hooves crashed into the ground and created tremors. Logan once more spun in place, not letting the towering mare out of his sight while the Mistress just kept prancing. The tiny human imagined this was a lot worse than being stranded in the ocean and circled by fins. At least sharks weren't the size of a building and every second wasn't punctuated by a quake. A pony as tall as a skyscraper was circling him. Every footfall had the power to crush a city bus flat. All she had to do to end the "hunt" was drop a single hoof on top of him. Logan didn't realize it for a moment. The Mistress had turned more sharply than before. She was cutting a path right past him. The man was unexpectedly knocked to the ground as a pillar of blue fur landed about a street's width from him. The Mistress barely seemed to notice. Logan could only sit there as the huge pony sauntered onward, one thundering step after another. One of her rear hooves landed nearby as well and made him bounce on the floor. Finally, her multicolored tail rushed by. Then she was beyond him and on her way to the far wall again. When she could travel no further she paused and looked over her shoulder dramatically. "Oh yeah, I still got it," Rainbow Dash complimented herself. The huge blue pony hopped around and started to approach Logan yet again. Step after step got louder and louder. The human carefully pushed himself to his feet and found himself tilting his head further and further back to maintain eye contact. When the Mistress was a little more than a block away she stopped and spread her front hooves with a pair of little stomps that made Logan reel for a second. She laughed. It was a rumble that just barely managed to sound feminine to the small human. Between her more raspy voice from years of shouting over the wind and her sheer size, it was impressive she still sounded like a woman at all to him. Once she was done giggling she focused on him with a smirk. "Say it," she ordered. "Y-you're bigger than me." "And?" Logan cleared his throat. "You are stronger than me." "And lastly?" she prompted while lowering her head, filling his sky with her proud grin. "You are faster than me," Logan said while backpedaling a meter or two. "That's right. I'm the fastest pony in Equestria. But why should you just take my word for it? Let's race and I'll prove it." The Mistress raised her head back into the sky and used her right hoof to paw the ground twice. The thumps were his signal to run. Which he did. Logan always debated whether he should give this part his all or not. He never won. That was the point. But the Mistress had a way of sensing when he wasn't really trying. Then she would "punish" him. So the man ran as fast as he could. His arms pumped, his feet were a blur, he sprinted away from the colossal pony. The equine merely stood there watching him run for a moment. He could feel her gaze on his back. How much of a head start would he get this time? No more than usual. There was a boom somewhere behind him. Then another, but more to the left. Rainbow Dash was "after" him. The race had begun. And in two steps she had probably already eaten a third of the distance it took him almost a minute to make. Logan tried to ignore it. The only thing that the Mistress wanted him to do was run. So that's what he would do. Another set of crashes now closer than a moment before. Then another. She was right behind him. Even as the man sprinted with all his strength an enormous hoof pulled up alongside him on the right and landed with a clap. The mare's other column of a leg came swinging by on the left and landed a ways ahead of him. Logan stumbled and slowed as the ground shifted very slightly due to the advance of his Mistress. The pony was simply walking. Lazily putting one hoof in front of the other. Each time she almost seemed to rocket forward and left Logan further and further underneath her. For a brief moment in their "race" Logan was surrounded by pounding hooves with a huge blue belly dangling above. Then the Mistress inevitably pulled ahead. On either side of Logan was the mare's massive rear hooves. As soon as it was obvious she was past him the man dove to the ground and covered his head. The curtain of tangled hairs that was Rainbow's tail brushed over him for a second time. He was breathing hard as the pegasus easily strolled to the other side of the room with her head high and proud. Once she reached the far wall she quickly spun and took a pose like last time. "I win!" she cheered. "O-of course, Mistress. Y-you are the fastest," Logan huffed. "The fastest pegasus in Equestria!" she declared with a flick of her mane and yet another of her big self-satisfied smirks. Logan didn't say anything else. He just focused on trying to catch his breath. However, the rocking of her approach made him look up and tense. She wasn't done with this game yet? What was left that she hadn't done? Logan quickly realized he was panicking and stopped himself. It would be fine. The Mistress might get rough with him sometimes, but she'd never really hurt him. Before. Rainbow Dash strutted with satisfaction written on her face. Proud and confident in her superiority. This time she chose to stand much closer than previously. Her two front hooves were planted side-by-side less than two car lengths from where Logan was still lying on the mat. The man stared ahead for what felt like a while, then realized she was waiting for him. Logan pushed himself up to his elbows. Then to his knees. With a tired groan he got to his feet and looked up. Straight up. The nose of his Mistress hung above him. Her nostrils flared and a gust of breath washed over him. He cringed. It wasn't cold, but it was a bit unexpected. "Who's the best pony?" she asked. "You, my Mistress." "Say my name." "You are the best pony, Rainbow Dash." Her head lifted away and the mare spread her wings. Logan was engulfed in her gigantic shadow. "And now you [i]know[/i] it," she chuckled.