My name is Celestia, I am the princess of Equestria.
I have been reciting this sentence daily, in an effort to preserve who I am…or who I once was.
Over the past weeks I have been subjected to sustained efforts to change my character, my very identity. The Caribou call it “conditioning”, the rewiring of the brain based on stimulus, response and reward or punishment. For this purpose they have constructed strange machines, the likes of which I have never seen before. The designs vary depending on their specific purpose, but from what I have been unfortunate enough to experience, all of them allow the operator to tightly control sensory, auditory, olfactory and gustatory input towards his hapless subject. By rewarding the correct responses and punishing resistance, the desired reaction can be ingrained in order to mold a recalcitrant mare into a submissive sex slave. Unabashed, overt sexuality, obedience and submission are rewarded with pleasure, breaking down notions of sexual inhibition and reinforcing a subservient mentality. Resistance, refusal to obey and any notions of pride, equality and dignity are met with pain, discomfort and terror, powerful negative reinforcement to help adjust behavior the Caribou deem unbecoming of a slave. Through extended training and conditioning, these responses can supposedly become automatic, almost instinctive.
It is an insidious method of irreversibly changing a mare’s personality, her very being. If Hrathr is to be believed, many mares have been processed in this manner already, turned into obedient, submissive sluts, ready to be trained into perfect sex toys for their master’s amusement. If his claims are true, this may be without question be the worst rights abuse the Caribou have committed yet. It represents a concerted effort to eradicate our resistance, to force unwilling mares to adopt their perverted way of life. And I am dismayed to report…that their methods are affecting me as well.
In order to turn me into Dainn’s perfect, obedient pet slave, Hrathr has been putting me through extended, daily conditioning sessions. Every morning, in preparation of my training, I am strapped into this strange, form-fitting latex suit that covers me from head to hoof, leaving only my muzzle and sex organs exposed. Rather than simply being another degrading outfit, it seems infused with the Caribou’s strange rune magic - there is a subtle taint, a chill I can feel coursing through my mind once I am sealed inside, like muddled, murmuring voices whispering to me in a language I did not understand. I have been unable to figure out the enchantment’s exact effects, but at this point it is the least of my concerns.
With my status reduced to the lowest of slaves, Hrathr deems kibble to be ‘too good to be wasted’ on me, and has changed my primary feed to…war beast semen. It is a revolting liquid, with a taste more potent that any male’s essence I have been forced to swallow. It lingers on the tongue for hours, and its consistency is thick and viscous, sticking at the back of my throat. The tasteless gruel I previously had was heavenly in comparison, and I do not dare imagine what luckless mare was forced to extract it.
My first conditioning sessions have focused solely on teaching me to accept this new feed, and as such have been most unpleasant to say the least. With my sight and hearing completely taken away by my rubber hood, my arms were restrained behind my back, whereas my legs were strapped together at the ankles to deny me the ability to redirect my focus. In this helpless state I was forced onto a table, and securely strapped in place. Hrathr then slid a large vibrator up my vagina and pulled a mask over my muzzle, inserting a feeding tube down my throat - it was then that my hellish ordeal started. The toy inside me was activated, buzzing and pleasuring me, inexorably pushing me towards an orgasm I desperately but vainly tried to stave off. I tried twisting and turning my body, anything to help me take my mind off the feeling - but my body was completely immobilized, and it wasn’t long before I was pushed over the edge.
The orgasm was as intense they come. For a moment my world went blank, and I was left gasping for air. But to my horror, as my body was still violently shaking, a torrent of war beast sperm poured down my feeding tube - and down into my throat. I retched at my initial taste of it, not to mention the smell, refusing to drink any of it as Hrathr had intended. But while I struggled to regain control of my body, the putrid liquid kept gushing in, overflowing from the sides of my mouth. It rapidly filled up my mask, and as I gagged and suppressed my urge to vomit, I felt some of it enter through my nostrils. I was going to drown if I didn’t ingest my feed.
I let out a muffled scream, struggling against my bonds as the next breath I drew filled my nose of cum rather than air. And yet my feed kept rushing in. I was being forced to swallow to survive. Panicking, I somehow managed to suppress my gag reflex and take a big gulp, hoping it would be enough to allow me to breathe; my next breath however was met with the same burning sensation of sperm being drawn into my nostrils. I could feel my heart beating, working as hard as it could to provide my body with oxygen - where there wasn’t any. Feeling lightheaded and unable to think of a more undignified way to perish, I desperately started drinking down as much semen as I could muster. My nostrils flared as I took another vain attempt at drawing some air - I had to swallow more still. Not until after several more mouthfuls did I finally feel the relief of oxygen flowing into my lungs once more.
Taking some ragged breaths, I huffed, coughed and wheezed as I slowly recovered my senses. It wasn’t long before I felt my vibrator being reactivated however, making me realize the true horror this training method. I was to undergo endless cycles of conditioning - in my state of sensory deprivation I was made to focus solely on pleasure, which I am being made to associate with the taste and scent of war beast sperm, greedily swallowing it as I orgasm. Any sort of control and opportunity to effectively resist has been taken away from me, and I can only suffer through extreme, endless pleasure as I am gradually turned into a depraved cum-loving beast. The pace is relentless and intense; this is without doubt some of the worst torture the Caribou have inflicted upon me.
Disgust aside, I somehow do not seem to be suffering any malnutrition as a result of my change in feed. My mane and coat seem more lustrous, and I feel more energized than I have felt in a long time. I am rather puzzled by the fact that this liquid seems to be able to sustain a pony, but suspect I am fed additional supplements to keep me in good health. However, war beast ejaculate seems to have powerful secondary effects, which unfortunately profoundly affect mares. It is a potent concoction of various hormones, aphrodisiacs and pheromones with the purpose of inducing a state of submission and sexual receptiveness in female war beasts. It has addictive effects as well, allegedly to induce repeated matings while the female is in heat - in my case it only aids in my degradation and furthers my conditioning.
Not even the night brought me reprieve from my training. Each evening, instead of being returned to my cage, I was led to a strange metal pod the Caribou had constructed. Once inside, I was made to lie down on a surprisingly comfortable mattress, after which Hrathr restrained my arms, legs and body with leather straps. Satisfied that I was completely immobilized, he then closed the entrance, sealing me inside and leaving me in total darkness. The sensory deprivation I experienced was total - I could neither see nor hear anything except for my own breathing. I was mentally shattered after having spent what seemed like an eternity in that horrible contraption; for a little while I was relieved to finally have some rest. It wasn’t long however, before a recording started playing.
Unable to do anything but listen to the voice, in combination with my state of exhaustion, I quickly felt myself lulled into a state of relaxation. The voice was pleasant and deep, calmly talking into me as it pulled me deeper and deeper into a state of trance. Helpless to resist its suggestions, I was made to visualize myself as a slave, completely naked and kneeling before Master Dainn in deep reverence. As a domesticated animal rather than a princess, I was obedient, respectful, and submissive. Far from the shame and rage I would normally feel in such a situation, it felt so good, so…right. Whatever command my master would give me, no matter how humiliating or depraved, I would happily perform. In my suggestive state of mind I eagerly spread my legs and masturbated in front of him. I crawled behind him like a loyal pet put in her proper place, lustfully presenting myself to him like a bitch in heat. I moaned without restrained when he took me, and shamelessly sucked his cock, all the while being induced to feel extraordinarily subservient. Every obeyed order was met with a waft of my master’s now all too familiar scent, along with the words:
“Good girl, Sun Slut.”
I am being hypnotized; trigger words and commands are being implanted in my brain, in an attempt to reprogram my mind and permanently imprint a state of submissiveness. I am dismayed to report I now feel intense pride and happiness at hearing this praise in a way I could never have imagined before. And whereas the musk of my master’s crotch should fill me with revulsion, I can no longer help but feel intense elation and arousal. I find myself eagerly inhaling its scent whenever it is fed to me, and am somewhat disappointed when my reward was taken away in preparation of the next cycle. It is neither a natural nor a willing response, and clearly this is the combined effect of my conditioning, brainwashing and the rune magic coursing through me. With each repeated session these feelings and responses are becoming more profound; seemingly more ingrained into my mind, more instinctive - and I am powerless to stop it.
Spending time in the sensory deprivation pod is bewildering. It blurs one’s sense of time, fantasy and reality; even when I eventually fall asleep I am sure the recording keeps playing, working to imprint my new submissive mindset. Each morning I am awoken from my slumber at its command, and kneel before my trainer in a state of complete servility. It takes a while for these effects to wear off, and as the day progresses I gradually regain my senses and will to resist. Hrathr seems quite aware of this, and as such puts me through some of the more intense animal training sessions in the morning, while my heightened state of suggestibility persists.
Perhaps what disturbs me the most is that my nighttime reeducation presents me a mirror, a vision of what I am being made into, and a view from the perspective of a willing, red collar slave. Is this what complete submission feels like? Could Cadance…be right somehow? To my dismay, I cannot help but realize I am slowly turning into the submissive the Caribou want me to be. Little by little, I am starting to derive pleasure from being dominated, perverted…and dare I say, trained. Being taken control of, taught according to my master’s wishes…it is all so confusing. Initially I was convinced that absolute refusal of my captors’ teachings would help me through this ordeal, and that I was strong enough to emerge unscathed if only I would not let debauchery affect me. Clearly I was somewhat mistaken and naive, and unaware of what methods these brutish slavers would employ in order to train and break me. But I must keep fighting and resist the temptation of giving in to carnal pleasure. Although I fear that I may be put through irreversible mind- and body modification, I trust that I can hold out long enough to keep at least part of myself uncorrupted before the end. I just hope that by the time I am freed or manage to escape, I am still mostly “me”, rather than some slavish, cock-hungry nymphomaniac…
- Princess Celestia