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>you stare down at the dejected little pegasus
>finally, a pony slave all your own
>and what a bargain she was
>there she sits, staring at the floor in front of you
>waiting for her next command
>trembling
>ah, she'll get over that
>she just has to see you have no intention of hurting her
>poor thing must have had it rough wherever she came from
>she doesn't dare make eye contact, and flinches with the slightest movement of your body
>somehow you thought bringing her home and getting her settled in would go more smoothly
>the silence could only possibly be more awkward if she was staring at you
>you decide you've had enough
"So, um... pony... what's your name?"
>"M...my name is whatever you choose to gift me with, master," she replies sheepishly "i...if you think I deserve one, master..."
>she swallows a lump in her throat and winces in anticipation of being struck
>it's a little heartbreaking to see
"Oh... um... I'm not gonna hit you, pony, I uh... that's not really my thing."
>she gives a little sigh of relief
"So... a name... um... how about..."
>you stare at her rainbow mane and tail
"Sk...Skittles?"
>you mentally facepalm, you were always shit at naming pets, but she offers a timid smile
>"Thank you, Master."
>you cautiously stroke her mane and offer her a reassuring gaze
"Life won't be so bad here, Skittles, you'll see. So... um... what... what kinds of things are you uh.. good at?"
>"Well... m..my previous master used me for whatever he wanted...s...so I don't really have any single special talent... I... I've done a little bit of e...everything..."
>she bites her bottom lip and her ears flatten as a wave of shame washes over her with that statement
>you start to squirm in your seat
>your discomfort doesn't escape her attention
>"Oh, I didn't realize... let me help you with that, master..."
>Before you can react her teeth are on your zipper, and your pants are down
>How did she...
>Her lips are suddenly around the tip of your cock and she's pressing a hoof into you just above your waistline
"Skittles I---hggg...."
>your cheeks turn bright red as you feel a warm stream begin to escape your body
>you didn't even know you had to piss
>for the next several seconds the only sounds you hear are of gentle lapping and swallowing as her tongue works its way into and out of her mouth with each gulp
>she doesn't miss a single drop
>it's over as suddenly as it began, there's not a hint of a mess anywhere as she tucks your manhood away and zips your pants back up, then sits on her haunches looking up at you expectantly
>"d...do you feel better master? Was I a good girl? Was I a good pony?"
>you simply stare at her in horror and shock
>she visibly deflates
>"I...I'm sorry master... I'll drink it faster next time... I'll do better, I promise... p...please don't punish me..."
"What... what the fuck just happened?"
>she doesn't reply, instead beginning to tear up and shudder in fear as she quietly licks her lips and cleans her muzzle
"Skittles, I don't want you to ever do that again, do you understand? That's fucking gross..."
>"Y...yes master... I understand..."
>she looks around before grabbing the leather leash you bought for her in her mouth and placing it in your hand
>she kneels on the floor in front of you, lifting her tail out of the way, closing her eyes tightly
>"I... I've been a bad pony... I've angered you... I deserve punishment, I understand, master..."
"Wait what? No, I'm not going to whip you, Skittles..."
>You toss the leash aside and give a frustrated sigh
>She opens one eye and slowly turns to look over her shoulder at you
"Come on, get up off the floor..."
>she whimpers softly as you pick her up and set her in your lap
>she's definitely not what you expected so far
>that's what you get for being a cheapskate, you guess
>whoever had her before must have fucked her up pretty badly
"Skittles, look, I don't know much about where you came from, but you've got the wrong idea about me, I'm not interested in abusing you..."
>"I don't understand, master..."
>Damn it, this wasn't what you wanted
>you wanted someone to help with the chores and maybe keep you company
>that's it, like a pet, only smarter
>you didn't sign up to play psychologist to some psycho's broken plaything
>you run your hand over her back, cringing when you feel the scarring from countless whipmarks obscured by her fur
>her entire body is trembling and her heart races in her chest waiting for your next move
>You begin to feel nauseated when the reality of what you've done begins to set in
>you bought a fucking slave
>you now own another living, breathing, intelligent creature
>you sick fuck
>you try to shake off the guilt and remorse with some idle conversation
"You're not a toy or a plaything, you don't even really have to call me master, just..."
>"b...but I'm your slave, master, that makes me whatever you want me to be... I... I don't understand any of this... I... I know I wasn't a good toilet for you bu...but h..here... I'll try to be a good girl for you in another way... p...please let me try... I... I don't want you to send me back... I can be a good little slave, I'll show you! You don't have to throw me away..."
"I wasn't planning on throwing you aw--MPH!!!"
>your eyes go wide as her lips meet yours and she brings a hoof around the back of your head
>yep, that's her tongue in your mouth too
>you push her away abruptly
"SKITTLES!! NO!!"
>"o..okay...n..no kissing...I understand..."
>her teeth are soon at your zipper again
"STOP IT!"
>she looks at you and her head tilts sideways
>"Y...you don't want a blowjob either?"
"N...NO!"
>"I'm so confused..." she whimpers, "p..please master... tell me how I can be a good girl for you... I'm so ashamed that I've disappointed you so very badly on my first day belonging to you..."
"I didn't buy you to have sex with you!"
>"Y..you don't like sex, master?"
"NO!! I mean... well, yes... but not with ponies..."
>"b...but I thought all good little slaves were supposed to make their masters feel good like that... am...am I your first slave, master? I... I promise I can make you feel good... all you have to do is command me to do it... whatever you want..."
"Yes... you're my first slave, my first and last! Christ what was I thinking!?"
>she begins to whimper again and you grumble in frustration
"Look, you wanna be a good girl for your master? Just... sit here and don't do anything. At least for a few minutes. Can you do that for me? Please?"
>"Y...you're not going to throw me away?" she says, still pouting
"Damn it, Skittles, no, I'm not going to throw you away, so get that notion out of your head, okay? No matter what you do you're not going anywhere. This is your home now, forever. Please don't ask me that again. Understand?"
>"Yes, master..." she nods with a faint smile
"That's another thing, I don't want you to call me master, I don't like it..."
>"Yes ma--sir..."
"Anon is fine."
>"Y...Yes sir, Anon, sir..."
"You can drop the 'sir' too."
>"B...but that would be disrespectful, Mast--si---A...Anon, sir..."
"It's not disrespectful, you're just calling me by my name."
>"Yes, s-- Anon... I'll try..."
"Your last owner must have been one sick son of a bitch, making you drink his piss and have sex with him... that's NOT what life is supposed to be like for you ponies... at least, not from what I've heard and seen from other pony-owners. You know, the few ponies I've seen actually seemed *happy* to be here... has nobody here shown you any kindness?"
>"N...no, sir... I.. I don't understand what you mean... I was taught that this was my life now... and that I'm expected to accept it without question if I don't want to be punished severely. I'm to obey my master's every order and cater to his every whim, or I'll be punished, or even worse - d...disposed of and replaced... it... it's the only way I've known how to live since I've been here."
>She appears to be shaking once again, so you gently pick her up and place her back in your lap
"Tell me your name..."
>"I'm Skittles, Master..." she replies without hesitation
"No, no, not that shitty little pet name I gave you, I want to know your REAL name," you say calmly as you begin to run your fingers through her ratty mane. She could really use a nice thorough bath, you muse to yourself.
>"M..my last master had a few names for me... Cumstain, Pis-"
"No, not any name you've been given by a human. What was your name when...you were free?"
>She whimpers harshly
"Shhh..." you say, pulling her closer to you, "just tell me your name."
>"R..Rainbow Dash..."
>You smile at her warmly
"Very fitting. Much better than 'Skittles,' don't you think?"
>"B...but.."
>You place a finger over her lips
"No buts, Rainbow Dash."
>You let out a prolonged sigh
"I'm sorry for this..."
>"For what, master?"
"For buying you..."
>"Y..you regret owning me?"
"No, that's not what I mean, I mean the whole idea of owning another intelligent creature... it's just wrong... you don't deserve this. I didn't know there were people out there that... that break you ponies like this... I mean I guess I probably should have suspected that not all of you were happy here but... ugh... I don't really know what I'm getting at here..."
>"You don't have to be sorry, Master, I... this is my life now. I accepted that a long time ago... it... makes things a little less difficult if I don't think too much about it. I'm yours now, please don't feel bad about that..."
>There's an awkward pause
>"I..if it makes you feel better, yo..you're the best master I've ever had... s..so far..."
"How many masters have you had?"
>"Just two, including you, Mas--si--A..Anon..."
"What was your last master like? I mean, he seems like a sick fuck... did he have any redeeming qualities at all?"
>"H...he liked to hurt me. A lot. It... it excited him. He had whips, b...but he'd use other things to hi..hit me with. I... I d... didn't... I..."
>You feel a warm sensation flood over your lap as the little pegasus trembles and shudders
>It takes you a moment to realize she just peed in your lap
>She scrambles off of you in sheer terror and begins to sob loudly
>"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY MASTER! I DIDN'T MEAN T..TO DO THAT... PLEASE... I'll CLEAN IT UP... I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL... P..PLEASE DON'T PUNISH ME... PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK THERE, PLEASE!!!"
>You grab her and squeeze her tightly, ignoring your now warm, damp, smelly pants
"SHHHHHHhh, Rainbow Dash, shhhhhh," you reassure her, "don't worry, I know you didn't mean it... I'm not gonna hurt you, girl, easy... eeeeasy... eaaaasyyyyy... sshhhhhhhh..."
"I'm sorry, Rainbow Dash, I shouldn't have brought up your last master... the bastard obviously traumatized you..." you say, continuing to squeeze her gently
>"I...it's okay, Master, I... you...you were just curious about my past... I... I should have been stronger... I should be able to tell you what you want to know... I'm sorry I was so weak... a...and made a mess on you... I... my last master p..probably would have killed me for this... or at least hurt me really, really bad..."
>you're taken aback to suddenly find her hooves wrapped around your neck
>"I love you, Master..."
"Whoa, hey, you've been here less than a day, you can't possibly mean that."
>"Y...you're so good to me, Master, I... I don't deserve it... h..how could I not love you for being so k...kind and generous to me?"
"Dash, for crying out loud... slaves don't love their masters, they're supposed to despise them... you only think you love me because apparently nobody's ever been a decent fucking human being to you before."
>"I... I'm sorry...d..do you want me to hate you m..master? I... I don't know if I can... please forgive me..."
"How can I possibly be mad at you? You don't need my forgiveness. Here," you say, standing up and cradling her rump for support as you carry her toward the bathroom, "how about I give you a nice bath, get us both cleaned up?"
>"Y...yes Master... as you command..."
>The bath is silent, Dash doesn't speak a single word to you, instead locking her eyes on you affectionately as you work the tangles and knots out of her mane and the filth out of her coat
>She leans heavily into your hands as you scrub her back and sides, carefully cleaning her wings as well
>You smile back at her awkwardly as you continue to work
>You hesitate when you reach her hindquarters and tail, but eventually bite your lip and give them a thorough cleaning as well
>As the water runs down the drain and you begin to rinse the suds off of her she leans up and nuzzles your cheek
>It's awkward, but part of you also can't help but to think it's cute
>"Thank you, Master... I... I love you, Master..."
"Dash, will you please call me by my name?"
>"S...sorry Master... I... can I please keep calling you Master? A...at least for now... I... I don't feel comfortable calling you by your name... it.. it feels wrong to be so disrespectful... especially now since you've been so kind to me."
"Sure, Dash, if it makes you feel better..."
>"M..Master?"
"Yes?"
>"I.. I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy... c..can I make one more request?"
"You don't need my permission to make a request... go ahead."
>"C...can you call me Skittles? I... I don't want to be called by my pony name... it... hearing it makes me sad..."
"Of course," you say, giving her ear a little scritch, "Skittles it is, then."
>You get the feeling it's going to be a while before she'll really know how to react to being treated with dignity and respect
>Maybe it's best if you ease her into it
>Her mind is still so warped that she doesn't feel comfortable calling you anything but "Master"
>Perhaps the transition from slave to companion will go more smoothly if you start acting more like her Master
>At least for a little while
>Gears start turning in your head as you pick her up out of the tub and start to towel her off
>After you finish blowdrying and brushing her mane and tail you retrieve a clean pair of pants and put them on before beckoning her to follow you back into the living room
"Come, Skittles"
>She bounds after you with a huge grin on her face, all too happy to obey, reveling in the feeling of her clean coat, holding her pristine tail high in the air as she nearly prances
>It's nice to see her looking so pleased for once
"Are you hungry, girl?"
>She simply nods her head
>You order her to sit still as you head toward the kitchen
"Stay here, I'll be right back"
>"Yes, Master!" she chirps as she sits on her haunches
>You return with a flake of high-quality hay and some fresh fruits and veggies
>Her eyes lock onto them and you catch her drooling and licking her lips
>She sniffs at them cautiously when you place them in front of her
>"F...FRESH fruits and veggies? A..and that hay looks expensive... Oh Master... I... I don't deserve this..."
"You deserve whatever I give you. Now eat," you command her.
>Without hesitation she obeys, digging in and noisily enjoying her meal now that she has your blessing
>You gently stroke her mane and ears as she chows down
"Good girl, Skittles, gooood girl."
>She practically melts under your ministrations
>When she finishes eating she smiles up at you through half-lidded eyes
>"Y...you're so good to me, Master... I... haven't even done anything to earn this... here, let me be a good girl for you now..."
>Once again you find her teeth on your zipper as she attempts to remove your pants
>"I'm gonna make you feel so SO good, Master..."
"Skittles..."
>You try to remain patient with her, reminding yourself that this was expected of her where she came from
>"My belly is full but I'm still hungry for your cum, Master..." she growls
"Skittles."
>"I promise it'll feel good. Please, Master..."
>Before you can protest further your pants and underwear are down
"Skittles, no. No sex."
>she looks like you just swatted her muzzle with a rolled up newspaper
>"M...Master?"
"You don't have to earn your meals with me, you're entitled to good food simply because I say so. Do you understand?"
>"N...no..."
>You sigh
>"I... I want to show you how much I appreciate you, Master. I want to please you... a...and that's the only way I really know how to... won't you let me show you how grateful I am to you for giving me a home and being so kind to me?"
>you pat her head gently as you pull your pants back up
>she snags a belt loop with her teeth and stops you
>"b...but what if I w..want to?"
>your pants are forced back down again before you can reply to her
>you yank them out of her grip and pull them back up forcefully
"Skittles, NO! BAD girl!"
>that came out a little more harsh than you intended
>She's instantly hiding under her forehooves, cowering on the floor and trembling violently just from that slight increase in the tone of your voice
>"I...I'm s..sorry Master..." she gulps and winces, peeking at you from behind her hooves as she continues, "t..ten lashes?"
"What?"
>"O..okay..t..twenty lashes..."
"No."
>"T...thirty?" she whimpers, clamping her tail over her rump
"Zero."
>"H..huh?"
"I already told you Rai... erm... Skittles... I'm not going to hit you."
>"But I was a bad girl.. I made you mad.. don't you want to punish me for that?"
"No."
>She lets out a quick sigh of relief under her breath as she slowly sits back up on her haunches
>"I... I'm sorry I was a bad girl, Master... If I don't deserve punishment then... then is there anything I can do to m..make it up to you?"
"You don't have to. And you don't owe me an apology either, so don't worry about it. Look, you were conditioned to behave this way, I get that, but we're gonna have to start breaking some of these habits of yours one way or another."
>she's momentarily gripped with fear when she hears the word "break," but it passes quickly
>"H..how do we do that, Master?"
>You sigh and rub your chin for a moment
"That's a good question. Look, it's getting late. Why don't we get some sleep and I'll try to think of something for tomorrow."
>"Yes, Master..." she says, standing and walking toward the door
"Where are you going?"
>"Ponies sleep outside. Don't worry, I won't run away, Master. I... I'll wait for you to chain me up if you want though... I understand if you don't trust me..."
"You're not sleeping outside."
>"Huh?"
"There's no bed outside."
>"B...bed? Y...you mean I actually get a bed?" her bottom lip starts to quiver as she cocks her head sideways and stares at you adoringly
"Well, kinda."
>"What do you mean, Master?"
"If you can stand to share a bed with me, you're sleeping with me. I don't want you left alone right now."
>Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops a little, the corners of her mouth slowly curling up in a smile
>"S..share m...m...Master's b...b... bed?"
"Actually you know what? You don't get a choice. You're sleeping with me tonight."
>You stand up and start toward your bedroom
>"Come on, girl, it's bed time."
>"Y..yes Master!" she replies happily as she prances after you down the hallway
"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be there in a minute," you command as you enter the bedroom and begin to take off your shirt
>She hesitantly hops up on your full size bed and curls up on top of the blankets as you change into your pajamas and brush your teeth
>you look up at her in the bathroom mirror and turn your head over your shoulder when you see her shiver slightly
"Get under the blankets if you're cold, Skittles."
>"Oh Master...t..this is YOUR bed... I don't want to mess it all up with my fur... I couldn't possibly..."
"Hey, you get under those blankets and you get comfy right this instant, little miss."
>"Y...yes Master... I obey..." she sheepishly responds with a faint blush
>by the time you finish brushing your teeth and make your way over to the bed she's fast asleep, her head resting on one of your pillows, her entire body quivering as she revels in the comfort surrounding her
>you chuckle under your breath and stroke her mane briefly before pulling the blankets over yourself and turning your back to her
"Good night, Skittles."
>"What kind of faggot names his pony 'Skittles'"
>Your entire body seizes up with fear
>you know that voice
>it's... it can't be...
>you reach out into the darkness for your Master but your hooves come up empty
>you feel the biting sting of the lash across your face and yelp loudly as you try to hide under the covers
>"That little pussy is gone, and you'll never see him again."
>you're harshly dragged out from under the blankets by the scruff of your neck, instinctively trying to clamp your tail over your hindquarters and curl up in a defensive position
>"Did you miss me, Cumbucket?"
>you feel a fist pound into you repeatedly until you finally cry out against your will, giving your tormentor the satisfaction of hearing your pained yelps and whimpers
>"I sure missed you," he laughs as he drags you out of the bedroom and down the hallway by a hind hoof, your front hooves leaving deep gashes in the floor as you try desperately to get away
>when he finally lets you go, you feel the kiss of the lash over every square inch of your body, he's merciless in administering your beating, trying to make up for lost time
>you're about to pass out from the pain when you see him unzip his pants
>"You have no idea how boring using a *porcelain* toilet is, I much prefer feeling your warm little snout wrapped around my cock. You better be thirsty, bitch! Now beg for it! Beg for Master's piss!"
"NO! NO!! NOOOOO!"
>when you come to you feel a pair of arms wrapped tightly around you, and you struggle to escape from them, flailing and kicking wildly
>you wrap the little blue pegasus more tightly in your embrace as you desperately try to comfort her
>she woke up screaming in the middle of the night
>and apparently she's still not completely awake judging by how hard she's fighting you
"Skittles! Calm down! It was just a dream! You're safe, everything's okay!"
>you catch a hoof to the nose and immediately start bleeding
>"I WON'T GO BACK! NO! NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! YOU WON'T TAKE ME FROM MY MASTER! NO!"
"SKITTLES!"
>her struggling finally dies down gradually as she slowly opens her eyes to look at you in bewildered confusion
>"M...Master?"
>you grab the closest thing you can to nurse your bloody nose and try to keep from making the bed any more of a mess than it already is
>you don't let the little pony go as you ball up your shirt and press it against your face to stop the bleeding
"It's me, girl... it's just me... you're okay..."
>she immediately clings to you and starts sobbing loudly into your shoulder
>she hasn't cried this hard since you brought her home
>deep, mournful, soul-wrenching sobs that shake you to your core
>all you can do is hold her and rock her gently in your arms
>for nearly two solid hours she weeps, soaking your pajama top in tears and mucus
>you gently shush and whisper to her as she lets it all out
>you get the feeling she's never been allowed to cry like this
>you catch a few words here and there but they're so muffled and distorted you can't make heads or tails of what she's saying
>she eventually exhausts herself to the point she just can't cry any more
>you get her to take some deep breaths, and she eventually complies, calming herself down
>"P...please don't ever abandon me, Master.. p..please..." she whimpers before burying her face against your chest
>you give her a gentle, reassuring squeeze
"You're not going anywhere, and you're safe here, okay? You'll always be safe with me. Whatever you're so afraid of, try to let it go."
>"I..c...can't let it g..go..." she whines with a deep shudder
"Can you please try? For me? Be a good girl and try to be brave for me. Life is only going to get better from here on out, try to remember that okay?"
>"Y...yes Master..."
>you give her another gentle squeeze before getting out of bed
>she's right on your heels, not wanting to let you out of her sight after that terrible nightmare
"Stay here, I'm just going to clean up, I'll be right back," you say as you lift her back onto the bed
>"Y..you promise?"
"I promise," you say, running your fingers through her mane before departing to the bathroom
>the sink is soon spattered crimson as you tend to your bloodied nose
>she got you pretty good, while the bleeding has slowed it hasn't stopped entirely
>you hold some fresh toilet paper over your nostrils and tilt your head slightly as you toss your soiled pajama top aside with a sigh
>this might be more than you bargained for
>it takes a good fifteen minutes for the bleeding to finally stop
>you take a warm, damp towel and run it over your face and chest before heading back to bed
>Skittles is there curled up under the covers waiting for you, her eyes wide open
>she looks physically comfortable, but she's still trembling from her bad dream
>you slide into bed facing her and put an arm around her, pulling her against your bare chest
>her silky smooth wings and soft fur feel heavenly against your skin and you find yourself pulling her even tighter against you, resting your chin on top of her head, doing your best to make her feel safe and secure
"You're gonna be okay, Skittles," you murmur to her
>you run your hand over her chest and belly as you begin to hum softly to her until she relaxes enough to fall back to sleep
>you sleepily inhale a few short, quick breaths through your nostrils, followed by a longer and more-drawn out sniff
>you feel a gentle nudging at your side
>what IS that smell?
>it smells absolutely heavenly, whatever it is
"Five more minutes..." you moan groggily
>"M...Master..."
>you feel a hoof on your side shaking you more vigorously
>"M...Master?"
>your eyes shoot open and you sit up, startled
>"Breakfast is served, Master."
>you look on the nightstand next to you to see a tray with waffles, bacon, eggs and sausage, and fresh-squeezed orange juice
>your mouth instantly waters
"Wait, you can cook?"
>"Y...yes master... if it's not to your liking I can bring you something else..."
>nobody's ever brought you breakfast in bed before
>ever
"T..thanks, Skittles, it looks delicious..."
>she sits on her haunches, continuing to look up at you expectantly, even seeming to lean in toward you ever so slightly
"Uh... g...good girl, Skittles" you say, reaching down to scratch her head, eliciting a huge grin from her before taking the tray in your lap and digging in
>she sits in complete silence and watches you enjoy your meal
>this is easily the best breakfast you've ever had
>you're blown away, you had no idea she would be so good at cooking
>when you gulp down the last few sips of orange juice you set the tray aside, and at once she retrieves it and carries it away before you can say another word to her
>she reappears moments later
"That was really good, thank you," you offer her again
>"Your outfit for the day is pressed and ready, Master, it's hanging in the bathroom. I pre-warmed your shaving cream and took care of those dirty clothes, too."
"Huh..."
>you stand up and walk the few feet to your bathroom and your eyes go wide
>it's spotless
>the tub, the shower, the walls, the toilet, everything from floor to ceiling is sparkling clean
"Holy shit..."
>"Oh no... d..did I do something wrong, Master? Did I forget something?" she asks timidly
"Skittles, how long have you been awake?"
>she looks at you like you just asked her what color grass is
>"3am, Master, like all good ponies - it's important to have all the chores done for Master before he wakes up..." she states as if the answer were painfully obvious
"You spent all morning scrubbing the bathroom and still had time to make breakfast?"
>"no, Master..."
"Oh..."
>"I scrubbed the kitchen, did your laundry and cleaned the living room too. Sorry the living room isn't finished, I... I didn't want to wake you up with the vacuum cleaner."
"I didn't ask you to do any of that, Skittles..."
>she tilts her head
>"You didn't have to, Master... I... I thought you expected me to... you... you did buy a slave after all, r..remember, Master?"
>you pick her up and squeeze her in the tightest hug you can muster, which takes her by surprise
"Thank you, Skittles, I really do appreciate it... but... you really didn't have to. I don't have any expectations of you while you're here except to try to overcome your past, okay?"
>she seems overwhelmed by your gratitude
>"Y...you don't have to thank me, Master... I.. I was actually really happy to do my chores... it... it felt good to do something for you and finally get it right... to finally please you in a way you were accepting of... I still feel like I haven't done enough. I... l..l..love you Master, how else can I serve you?" she asks eagerly
"Have you had breakfast yourself, yet?"
>"No, Master. Ponies don't eat without their Master's permission."
"Skittles, please go help yourself to whatever you want, however much you want. You've more than earned it... and from now on, I want you to eat whenever you're hungry, don't wait for my permission, okay?"
>"b...but aren't you afraid that'll make me fat and lazy, Master? I... I was taught that's unacceptable... o...one meal a day, whenever Master provides it, is all a good pony needs to keep her strong enough to serve her Master..."
"Well, forget what you were taught, okay? Forget all of it. Throw it all out the window, because your life here is going to be different... I thought you understood that?"
>she simply cocks her head sideways at you
>seems like she already forgot everything you've said to her about not having to earn anything from you
>you sigh
"You don't, do you?"
>you shake your head as you reach down and pat hers
>after a few moments you begrudgingly admit to yourself she kinda had a point when she reminded you that you bought her to be your slave
>the things she's done WERE why she was here in the first place
>but somewhere along the line your motives changed
>you felt nothing but sympathy for this little pony
>as your understanding of her dreadful past expanded, your desire to have her serve you - in any way - evaporated
>now all you want to do is help her, show her kindness and try to bring her back from the terrible state she was abused into
>you think for a fleeting moment how you'd enjoy kicking the shit out of her former owner if you ever met him
>you then remember that you HAD acquired her at an estate sale
>good, maybe the bastard that did this is dead
>though death is too good for him
>Skittles has her eyes closed and is leaning into your hand as you continue stroking her
>she gives a soft little sigh and nicker as you finish petting her
>it's adorable
>how could anyone bring themselves to do such deplorable things to such a sweet, innocent little creature?
>"I love you, Master..." she coos as she stares up at you in a haze of comfort and pleasure
>she keeps saying that
>could she really mean it?
"You're a good pony, Skittles. You're a very good pony. I want you to be happy."
>"Yes, Master."
"I don't want you to ever be afraid of me."
>"Yes, Master."
"Or think that I'm any better than you."
>she leans away from you and gives you a confused stare
>"But you are, Master..."
"Why?"
>"Because you're human..."
"That doesn't mean shit."
>her face further contorts
>"All humans are superior to ponies. That's why we're your slaves..."
>you kneel down in front of her and stare into her eyes with an unreadable expression, her confusion persisting
"You're not my slave, Skittles. Not anymore."
>Her eyes go wide
>"What?"
"You're free. Free to go. Free to do whatever you want to do."
>her eyes dart around the room and she starts to tremble
>"Is this some sort of test?"
"No. I'm granting you your freedom. You can do anything you want now. Even leave if you want to."
>"I don't understand..." she barely manages to eek out just above a whisper as her shaking intensifies
"You're free, Rainbow Dash."
>after a few moments she tackles you hard onto your back, sobbing loudly into your chest
>"NO!! NO MASTER!!! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME LEAVE!!! I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL, I'LL DO BETTER, I'LL WORK HARDER, D-D-DON'T MAKE ME GO OUT INTO THE WORLD ALL ON MY OWN...PLEEE-HE-HE-HEEEEASE... I D-D-DON'T W-W-WANT S-S-SOME S-STRANGER TO FIND ME AND BE LIKE MY OLD MASTER!! P-PLEASE KEEP ME SAFE, MASTER!! I'LL BE A BETTER SLAVE, I'LL DO ANYTHING, I P-PROMISE!!!" she wails
>she's having a full-blown panic attack
>you wanted to see how she'd react to the idea of freedom, but FUCK, this is bad, she's definitely nowhere near ready for that kind of talk
"Okay, Okay, you don't have to go, I take it back..."
>"Please PLEASE say you mean it, Master..."
"I mean it. You're not free, Skittles, you're mine. You're going to be mine forever."
>her hyperventilating subsides and she gradually releases you, returning to sitting on her haunches in front of you when she finally calms down
>"y..yes Master... I'm yours forever... I... I'm your slave... I'll always be your slave, Master. I... I belong to you."
>saying this out loud seems to help her calm herself down, the thought seeming rather reassuring and even soothing to her
>you put on your best poker face, trying not to let your deep concern over her outburst show
>the last thing you need right now is to upset her again
"Skittles, do you WANT to be my slave?"
>"Yes, Master, m...more than anything," she replies instantly
"Why?"
>"I... I love you, Master..."
"You can love someone and not want to be their slave..."
>"Nobody has ever taken such good care of me, I'm the luckiest pony in the world to be yours, Master, I... I don't want to lose that... EVER..."
>she wraps you in a tight hug
"You know Skittles, there are a lot of other good people in the world, I'm not the only one..."
>"You're the only one that matters, Master," she coos as she squeezes you tighter
>It's clear that you're in over your head
>You'll never be able to rehabilitate her on your own
>How will you ever free a slave that doesn't WANT to be freed?
>You return her embrace, pressing your cheek against hers as you rub her back between her wings
>If you're to have any hope you're going to need professional help
>But you spent most of your savings on your new little pony
>You can't really afford to seek the advice of a therapist or psychiatrist right now
>You can't even be sure anything they could say to you would be of assistance, anyway
>She might just be too broken to ever "fix"
>Her behavior makes you more than a little uncomfortable, but maybe for now it's just best to roll with it
>After all, it's almost as if the idea that you might not "want" her is worse than the most brutal whipping she could receive, judging by her reactions thus far
>And the last thing you want to do is hurt her any more
>You slowly release her and clear your throat, checking the clock on the wall before trying to muster an authoritative tone
"Alright Skittles, down girl."
>She immediately backs away and sits on her haunches, looking up at you
"I have to go to work, I'm sorry I have to leave you alone."
>"I understand, Master."
>You quickly shave and dress, thanking her once again for preparing things for you so nicely
>She tugs at your pant leg as you head toward the door
>"W...what do you want me to do while you're gone, Master? What are your commands?"
>You look around briefly and rub your chin
"Skittles, you still haven't had breakfast. When you're done vacuuming the living room, I want you to eat something. Eat as much as you want."
>"Yes, Master."
"And when you're done, there's a bag of cookies in the cabinet next to the plates. I want you to get it out and enjoy a few. You like cookies, right?"
>she licks her lips
>"Yes, Master, it's just been a very long time since I've had any..."
"Well, I want you to take your time, then. Savor them. Eat the whole bag if you feel like it, just be careful not to make yourself sick."
>She nods her head
"Once you're satisfied with everything I want you to take some time to relax. Have a bath, get nice and clean, linger as long as you wish. Then you're to climb back into my bed and take no less than a two hour long nap, understood?"
>"Yes, Master."
>You rub her head and scratch her ear
"Good girl."
>Those words never fail to draw a satisfied sigh from her
"My work number is by the phone. You know how to use a phone, right?"
>She nods.
>"I... I think so..."
"Good. If you need anything, anything at all, or if there's any kind of emergency I want you to call me, okay?"
>You hesitate for a moment before kissing the top of her head, causing her to emit a tiny surprised squeal before you hastily shut and lock the door behind you
>You're nervous about leaving her alone all day, but you don't have much of a choice
>You've got two mouths to feed now, and it's more important than ever to make sure your performance at work is exemplary
>Though your productivity suffers, you can't get your mind off of what she might be up to all by herself
>You can only hope she took your orders to heart and isn't working herself too hard
>The day seems to drag on forever, almost as if every time you look at the clock it's jumped backwards another five minutes
>You throw yourself into your work, doing your best to ignore the time for the rest of the day
>It doesn't help
>When the end of your shift finally rolls around you hit the door running
>You have an overwhelming need to get home and make sure she's okay
>If something happened to her while you were away you'd never forgive yourself
>You arrive home to a spotless house, she hasn't missed a single speck of dust and dirt in her efforts to clean up
>Never before has your home been this clean
>You do your best not to mess things up, hanging up your coat and setting your shoes by the door instead of haphazardly stripping and tossing and leaving things wherever they land like you usually do
>You sneak off to the bedroom, cracking the door open slowly, where you see the little blue pegasus curled up under the blankets and snoring softly
"Aww..."
>There's a note on the night stand
>"Welcome home, Master! Dinner's in the oven, I hope you like it! Love, Skittles."
>You carefully shut the bedroom door so as not to wake her up before making your way to the kitchen
>Gotta admit, you're pretty famished
>Particularly considering you skipped lunch today
>You curiously open the door to the oven and-
>Holy shit, is that...
>It is.
>Your mouth starts to water instantly
>You feel the foil covering the food with the back of your hand
>Still warm, too
>You eagerly pull it out and uncover it, paying no mind to the mess you make as you scoop yourself out a heaping portion onto a plate
>How the fuck did she know?
>Lasagna is your favorite food
>You discover a piece of paper on the table with a bunch of stuff written on it
>Shit
>Not only had she made a thorough inventory of your cupboards and fridge, she'd planned out the next week's worth of meals based on the ingredients you had available
>And all of it sounds amazing
>You eagerly dig in to your delicious dinner, wolfing it down so fast you hardly have time to enjoy it and giving yourself a stomach ache in the process
>You groan as you put the leftovers away in the fridge
>She stirs for a moment groggily, but doesn't awaken when you go to check on her again
>You really want to do something nice for her
>For a while you sit and think
>Most of the "nice" things you've done for her have backfired
>After mulling it over you come up with an idea
>You grab your coat and head into town
>When you return, she's out of bed
>Your dirty dishes have already been cleaned and put away as well
>But for some reason she's by the door, her ears folded flat, sitting on her haunches with her tail between her legs as she stares at the ground
>You walk through the door with a plastic bag obscuring your recent purchase that you set aside as you hang up your coat, before taking notice of her appearance
"Skittles, what's wrong girl?"
>"I... I've been bad, Master..."
"What?" you ask, kneeling in front of her and placing a hand under her chin, tilting her head so she looks you in the eyes, "You most certainly have not, Skittles, that dinner was lovely and--"
>"I disobeyed you, Master..."
"How so?"
>"I... I..."
"Go on, girl, tell me what's wrong, how you think you disobeyed me, you have nothing to be afraid of..."
>"I still haven't eaten, Master," she whimpers
>You frown
"Aren't you hungry?"
>"Y...yes..."
"Then why?"
>"It... just doesn't feel right unless you give it to me, Master, I... I don't feel right getting it myself... I'm afraid I'll take too much and make you mad..."
>You pull her into a hug
"Not possible. I'm not mad, but you're starting to worry me. I don't want you to ever disobey that command again, okay? You're to eat whenever you get hungry from now on. I don't care how hard it is, this is one thing I won't compromise on, you HAVE to do this for me, okay?"
>She nods
>"I'll try harder, Master."
"Good. When we're done here, I want you to eat something. And I'm not going to ration it out to you. Don't forget the cookies, either."
>"Yes, Master."
>She tilts her head
>"D...done here? Done with what?"
>You smile at her nervously and reach for the bag
"I wanted to thank you for how hard you're working to make me happy. I've done nothing to warrant the kind of devotion you're showing me less than two days after I... erm... bought you."
>"S...seeing you smile is thanks enough, Master," she insists.
"W..well, I wanted to do something nice for you. Considering how you've reacted to other... uh... 'nice' things I've tried to do, I thought I'd try something a little different. I bought you a present..."
>You dip your hand inside, her ear flicks with the sound of the crinkling plastic as you pull whats inside of it out and show it to her
>Her mouth drops a little bit when she sees what you're holding
>You swallow a lump in your throat as you present it to her
>It's a shiny, brand new black leather collar with a heart-shaped nametag with "Skittles" engraved into it
>This feels so wrong, but you didn't know what else you might get her that she'd receive well
>She cautiously reaches toward the collar and flips the nametag over, reading what's on the back
>"Property of Anonymous. Please contact my Master if I'm lost, he misses me very much."
>You see her start to tear up
>Maybe this wasn't a good idea
"If you don't like it..."
>"P...put it on me, Master?"
>You give her a warm smile, gently lifting her mane out of the way as you fasten the collar around her neck, straightening it so that the nametag hangs from her neck over her chest
>When you finish she tackles you to the ground and showers your face with kisses, causing you to squirm and laugh somewhat involuntarily
>"Oh Master, I love it! You really DO want me!"
>after a few more minutes of relentless kisses you gently push her away
"I hoped you'd like it, but I had no idea you'd like it THAT much," you say, beaming at her
>"I love you, Master!"
>you reach over and ruffle her mane
"I know you do, girl, I know you do."
>"M...Master?"
"Yes, Skittles?"
>"D...do you love me too?"
>You clear your throat, your hand rubbing the back of you neck as you look away from her
"Well, I... y...you're my pony, of course I care about you, and I want you to be happy, and..."
>her ears go flat
>"It's okay if you don't, Master. I... I just hoped maybe... you might... and after you cuddled with me and made me feel better last night... and kissed me on the top of my head this morning... I...I thought..."
>You feel a sharp pang of guilt
"Look, Skittles, I do love you, just... I don't think it's the same way you think you love me."
>She sniffles and fights back tears
>"Y...you still don't wanna have sex with me, Master?"
"Skittles...I... I just can't, okay? That would be taking advantage of you, and that would be wrong. When I look at you all I feel is an overwhelming need to protect you, keep you safe, make you happy, take care of you. You've been through a lot, and your judgement is clouded. I just don't... I don't lust after you. And even if I did I would never forgive myself for acting on those urges in your current state. I don't think you'd forgive me, either."
>a pair of tears drip from her muzzle onto the floor as she avoids eye contact
>"Is... is it because I'm a p..p..pony? I know ponies are probably ugly to you and all, but I---"
"That... that complicates things, but that's not the main reason okay? And don't ever let me hear you say you're ugly again, you're the prettiest, sweetest, most adorable little pony I could ever hope to have in my life. When I say I won't have sex with you - please just trust me when I say it's for your own good."
>"Wh...what if I promise to work twice as hard, to-"
"Skittles I don't think you're hearing me here, I'm not going to do it and that's final," you insist, making your tone of voice clear that you're putting your foot down
>She slinks away from you like she's just been flogged, cowering in a corner and trembling, flinching when you reach for her to stroke her and comfort her
>it pains you to see her this way, but she'll get over it
>right?
>you just have to stay strong
>when she gets better - and she IS going to get better, you reassure yourself - if she looks back and remembers you having sex with her on your second day with her, she'll no doubt think you're a terrible person, and it'll damage or destroy any chance at a real, meaningful friendship with her
>and she would be right
>wouldn't she?
>you look down at her sympathetically, sitting next to her and placing a hand on her back, not rubbing or stroking her, but letting her know you're there
>she has her eyes covered with her forelegs and is crying quietly
>would it really be worse than making her suffer like this?
>are you making too big of a deal out of something that she probably lost any concept whatsoever of being taboo or stigmatized a long time ago?
>you don't find her unattractive or anything, so it's not like she's asking you to do something you're necessarily unwilling to, even though it would still be a little weird at first considering she's a different species
>you shake your head and look away from her, placing a palm on your forehead
>why are you even entertaining these thoughts?
>you scoot closer to her, pulling her into your lap with a sigh as you wrap your arms around her, planting a lingering kiss on the top of her head
"Master still loves you, Skittles, please don't be sad... I'm truly sorry if what I said hurt your feelings..."
>you rest your chin on the top of her head and begin to rock her gently, feeling her wriggle and squirm to get closer to you, not satisfied until as much of her body's surface area is making contact with as much of yours as physically possible, and even then still not content, whimpering as she buries her face in your chest and desperately tries to pull you even closer
>this is the clingiest she's ever acted with you, and you don't really know how to respond
"One of these days... when you're ready... when you're better... if you still want me, I'll let you have me. I won't turn you down if I know your love is genuine - and when I've had a chance to truly earn it. But for now, try to do your best to understand why I'm saying no to you. Can you please do that for Master? Be a good girl and try to understand?"
>She nods, but doesn't release you, her body still shaking, just wanting to be held
>"b..but I really d..do love you, Master, I.. I just want to sh..show you how much..." she sniffles, "bu..but I'll b..be a good girl for you, I'll try to understand... I'll try to w..wait for you..."
>you kiss the top of her head before standing up with her, cradling her against your body as you carry her into the kitchen
"Good girl, that's all I ask. Now, you still haven't eaten..."
>you gently sit her at a chair at the kitchen table, retreiving some hay for her, a few apples - and the bag of cookies
>she turns her nose up and looks away, at you for a split second, then at the floor, her ears flat the whole time
>"I...I'm sorry Master, I... I lost my appetite..."
>You pull her into your lap once again, her back against your chest, your arm hooked over her forelegs as you scoot her food in front of you, grabbing a handful of hay and holding it up to her muzzle
"Eat."
>she hestitates
"Skittles," you say almost threateningly, "Eat. Now."
>"Y...yes Mast--MMFF"
>you gently push the hay into her mouth the moment she opens it, and she begins chewing
>you practically have to force-feed her the rest of her meal in complete silence, though her resistance slowly fades over time
>you offer her a drink of water, and she gulps down the entire glass before you come to the cookies
>double chocolate chunk, some knock-off store brand, but just as tasty as any name brand
>you grab one and place it in front of her muzzle
>she turns her head, your fingers begin to become stained brown as the chocolate melts onto them
"Come on, girl, please have some dessert... open your mouth..."
>she feigns disinterest, though you can tell she wants it when she licks her lips and swallows
>she opens her mouth and you take the chance to push the cookie part way inside, prompting her to take a bite
>"Mm...mmm..." she mutters as she begins chewing vigorously, her tail swishing as the corners of her mouth curl up in a smile
"Feeling better now?"
>she takes the second half of the cookie from your grasp and wolfs it down quickly, before grabbing your hand between her two front hooves
>before you can say anything she surrounds your index finger with her lips and tongue, drawing them painfully slowly up it until the tip of your finger pops out with a soft, wet smacking sound
>you squirm around in your seat as she takes a second finger into her mouth and does the same, adjusting her position and settling her rump into your crotch as she exaggerates her moaning this time, kissing the tip of your finger as she releases it from her mouth
"Sk..Skittles..." you mutter, unable to stop yourself from becoming aroused, trying to squirm away so that your erection isn't pressing into her backside, but failing
>she takes your middle finger into her mouth, and if it wasn't already painfully clear to you, this isn't about the chocolate that was left behind on your fingers anymore
>she's persistent, you'll grant her that, and she seems encouraged by the fact you haven't tried to stop her - yet
>this is getting out of control way too fast
>in a panic, you do the only thing you can think of
>removing your finger from her mouth you turn her around and pick her up slightly, lifting her tail out of the way and drawing your other hand back slightly before--
>POP!
>Right on the rump. You didn't even hit her hard enough to hurt her, just enough to get her attention
"NO Skittles, that's a BAD girl..."
>She appears stunned, her mouth hanging open in shock as she stares into your eyes
>To your relief and surprise she doesn't cry, she immediately snaps to her senses
>"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master, it won't happen again."
>She doesn't dare move.
>She doesn't shake with fear or look on you with anger, she simply locks up, looking down and avoiding eye contact, waiting for your next command.
>You pull her against your chest, immediately regretting what you've done, and begin stroking her mane
"I'm so sorry, Skittles, I don't know what came over me... I panicked, I didn't mean to hurt you..."
>"You didn't hurt me Master, you needed to punish me. I understand," she states simply. "I know the difference between being punished and being hurt for no reason. I know you'd only punish me out of love,"
"It's not my place to 'punish' you at all..."
>"Yes it is, Master. I still love you, no matter what," she says, hugging you tightly. "You'd have to whip me pretty badly for that to ever change."
>you shake your head
"Listen to me, I'm never going to *whip* you, EVER. I only spanked you because I didn't know how else to get your attention and you were starting to freak me out, okay?"
>"Yes, Master."
"I have no intention of hurting you..."
>"I know."
"Good. Just... just try to tone down those desires of yours, okay?"
>"Yes, Master."
>There's very little emotion in her voice, and she's still avoiding eye contact
>A long silence follows as you continue stroking her, before gently pulling away from her and tilting her chin so she looks you in the eyes
"You sure you're okay?"
>She offers you a reassuring smile and nod, but little else
>It makes it difficult to believe her
>You sigh and reach for another cookie
"You're still not done with your dessert..." you say with an awkward grin
>she gently takes a bite from the cookie and makes herself comfortable in your lap, resting the side of her head against your chest as she chews
>a few more cookies and one ice-cold glass of milk later, she's stuffed
>"That was so good..." she mutters, sighing contentedly as she licks some chocolate and milk from her lips before stretching and yawning, her wings unfurling to their apex before ruffling and settling back down at her sides

"Tired, girl?"
>She nods
"I guess your little nap wasn't enough," you say, giving her a gentle squeeze
>you stand up, scooting the chair you're sitting in away from the table and carrying her back toward the bedroom
"Why don't we hit the hay early tonight, hmm?"
>"Yes, Master..." she yawns, hooking a hoof around your neck and gazing up at you lovingly
>You gently lay her down on your bed before changing into your pajamas and brushing your teeth
>it's a few hours prior to your usual bed time, but you figure you can use a little extra rest
>if nothing else, Skittles could definitely use a little more quality time with you just relaxing
>you'd be lying if you said you weren't looking forward to spending some time cuddling with her
>you slept better last night than you ever have any other time in your life
>after rinsing your mouth one last time, you wander over to the bed and plop down into it lazily
>you reach for Skittles, but curiously she's as close to the other side of the bed as she can get, with her back to you
"Something wrong?"
>she doesn't respond
>you reach over and shake her gently, realizing she's already fallen asleep
>when she looks over her shoulder at you sleepily, you pat the bed next to yourself
"Skittles, come."
>She looks at the bed, then at you, then gives a happy little sigh before scooting closer to you and nuzzling your cheek, nestling her back and wings against your chest and her head into the bottom of your chin
>you breathe a quick sigh of relief, worried for a moment that maybe she was scared to get near you after... earlier
>you wrap an arm around her chest, pulling her tightly against you, nestling your chin into her mane and humming to her softly
>she gives a series of yawns, clearly fighting sleep, wanting to spend just a few more moments awake in your embrace
>finally she wriggles free from you and rolls over to face you
>she stares deeply into your eyes with a half-lidded gaze
>her expression puts you on alert momentarily, wanting to be sure she doesn't pull another stunt like she did earlier
>she's quick to notice your nervousness
>"It's okay Master, I know better than to try that again."
>she cautiously reaches a hoof toward you and places it on your cheek
>"B...but..."
"But what?" you say, placing a hand on her hoof
>"H..how about..."
>she swallows a lump in her throat with an audible gulp
>"How about a kiss? J...just a kiss..."
>you sigh loudly and roll your eyes, gently pushing her hoof away from your cheek
"Why do you want to do those kinds of things with me so badly? We barely know each other..."
>"You're my Master...and..."
"And I already told you I never intended for you to serve me sexually," you're quick to interject. "I would think after the ways your old master probably used you, you'd never want to do those kinds of things again, ESPECIALLY not with a human, so what's the deal?"
>"m...may I speak.. f..freely, Master?"
>she trembles violently, as if uttering those words in and of itself were an offense punishable by death
"Always, Skittles, in fact I encourage you to at all times."
>"I... I love you, Master. When I say I love you I really mean it... yes, my... my old master used me..for *that* ...a lot. I saw how much pleasure it gave him. It... it makes me sick to even think about but... you've been nothing but kind to me. The only human that ever has been... and... well, I... I can't help myself. Remembering how much my old master enjoyed that kind of stuff... I thought you might too, and I WANT to make you feel good. He forced himself on me whenever he felt like it, and... and in a way, you refusing me makes me want it that much more..."
>she boldly places her hoof back on your cheek again
>"I... I've never been able to enjoy that kind of thing, but... but I would with you. I just know I'd... I'd love every second of it, and I thought...m..maybe if I could start making some new memories involving that...that kind of stuff... with you... it'd help drown out some of the old ones...a..and help me live with the things I was forced to do a little easier..."
>she starts to tear up, but you remain silent, it's unlike her to open up to you like this
>"W..what my old master did.. he raped me, Anon."
>she didn't call you Master...
>she sniffles and wipes a tear away
>"Nobody's ever made love to me... the only sex I've ever had has been against my will...every single time..."
>she draws her face closer to yours
>"you... you said you wanted to help me... that you didn't want me to be a slave any more... but that's all I know how to be..."
>she scoots closer to you
>"But the difference is, with you... I'm choosing to be your slave... it's the first choice I've been able to make for myself in a very long time..."
>her lips draw closer and closer to yours
>"p..please, Master... if you want to help me... embrace that choice... show me that it was truly mine to make..."
>she reaches a hoof behind your head and closes her eyes
>"just like this is my choice..." she whispers before puckering her lips and putting pressure on the back of your head, her hot steamy breath rolling over your mouth through her flaring nostrils, her muzzle mere millimeters from your face
>you close your eyes and press your lips together as her velvety soft muzzle makes contact, resisting the urge to reciprocate
>you feel her tongue part her lips and prod against your closed mouth, prompting you to seal yours even more tightly
>she doesn't loosen her grip on you, instead moaning softly, almost pleadingly as her tongue assaults your lips once again, beginning to tremble when you don't return the kiss
>her moans turn to whimpers when you refuse to relent
>however you don't fight her off or push her away, hoping instead she'll give up on her own
>no such luck
>she pulls away from you momentarily, her breaths becoming shallow and rapid, almost panicked
>"Please Master... just a kiss... I just need one kiss..." she begs with a shudder, her voice just barely above a whisper
>she forcefully rolls you over onto your back with a snort, and is on top of you before you can react
>her muzzle is soon pressed against your closed lips once again, redoubling her vigor and determination, bringing both hooves to either side of your face and moaning hungrily, her tail flicking wildly
>you remember what she said about your resistance only making her want it more
>and you're not about to hit her again
>you wince and relax the tension in your jaw in surrender, your mouth immediately filled with her tongue, loud, wet smacking filling the otherwise silent bedroom every time her lips separate from yours even slightly
>she begins to calm down as she kisses you
>you let her have her way for several minutes before she finally relaxes, resting her head on your chest with a sigh
>"Thank you, Master..." she coos, licking her lips and nuzzling the bottom of your chin with a satisfied smirk
"F...for the record, I didn't kiss you. I just let you kiss me..." you stammer
>"Mmm... you sure did," she giggles. "Was it good for you, Master?"
"That, aside from the first time you kissed me, was the most thoroughly uncomfortable and awkward kiss I've ever had in my life."
>you place a hand on her back and begin scratching her softly
"But you seem to have calmed down a lot, now," you sigh. "Maybe..."
>her ears perk up and she lifts her head to look at you
"Maybe we can compromise. Clearly this helped settle you down a bit. If you can keep yourself under control..."
>"Yes, Master?"
"Fine, look, I'm still not comfortable with this, but okay. You win. If you really want it that bad, we can kiss, and next time I'll even kiss you back. But if you lose control, start to get aroused or try to take things too far... as much as it pains me to have to say it... you're going to get spanked again, and it's going to sting next time. I'll never hit you with anything other than my hand, and never anywhere but the rump, but if you can't control yourself I'm going to have to do it for you. I'm not going to let you take things there again. And I promise that's the only thing you'll ever get spanked for. Fair enough?"
>"Yes, Master... that... that's very fair... th..thank you..."
"And you're sure you're okay with the terms? Please don't make me ever have to spank you again, Skittles, I don't know if my heart can take it..."
>"It's just a spanking, Master, a...and if you need to do it, I understand. I won't take it personally. I... I've had much worse..."
"I'm not finished, I don't want you to make this too much of a habit, either, okay? Once, MAYBE twice a day, that's it. And only when we're alone together, never in front of other people or ponies. I don't want them getting the wrong idea. We need to find other ways to enjoy each other's company and keep your mind away from those thoughts. "
>"I understand."
>She tilts her head
>"What other ways would you want to spend time together, Master?"
"I don't really know... what kinds of things do you find relaxing? You've done nothing but work and try to get in my pants since I brought you home. That routine is definitely not gonna work out for us in the long run, so we're going to have to find something for you to pass the time with."
>your hands wander over her back, stroking her lovingly as the two of you talk
>"Your touch is all I need to relax, Master. A...and to be honest, Master, when... when you're not touching me... holding me like this... making me feel.. l..like a good girl... I'd... I'd rather be working. I'm used to keeping busy..."
"Well... how about we start finding ways to get out of the house together then? Just because you like to keep busy doesn't mean you have to be alone when you are, or cooped up in here. Maybe we can go for walks or something?"
>"W...with the leash?"
"Yeah... I have to use it if we go out in public, it's the law... I'm sorry..."
>"D...don't be! I'm proud to have you as my Master, I want other people and ponies to see you holding my leash, and to see my pretty new collar!" she says as she bats at the nametag hanging from her collar with a hoof playfully
>you idly run a finger over the edge of one of her wings, and have a fleeting moment of curiosity
"When's the last time you flew?"
>she immediately draws her wings up tightly against her sides and whimpers
>shit
"I'm sorry, that's probably a sensitive-"
>"When I was in Equestria."
>you're shocked she's so forthcoming with her answer
"You've never tried to fly while you were here? Not even once?"
>"When I was first captured... m...my wings were always bound with chains or ropes... befo...before..."
>she bites her lip and starts to tremble
>"before h...he..."
>she doesn't cry, only shaking harder, staring into your eyes apologetically when she finds it difficult to finish her sentence
"Shhh, hey, you don't have to-"
>she holds up a hoof to stop you
>"N...no, Master... I... I need to talk about this... I need s...someone to know what he did to me... even if it hurts..."
>she sniffles, but holds back the tears
>"He... he said pegasus ponies can't be trusted not to fly away...so...so..."
>she gulps
>"He broke them."
"What?"
>"He broke my wings, Master," she says, a tear finally dribbling off her muzzle
>"They... they never healed right. They still ache sometimes..." she says, extending them and stretching them for a moment weakly before tucking them back at her sides. "They... they'll never be able to carry me again..."
"Hey... don't say that, you never know... I'll save up some money, take you to see a specialist... vet...or doctor...or pony...doctor. Maybe they can do surgery, maybe there's still a chance you could recover..." you offer in vain
>"You'd do that for me, Master?" she sniffles, wiping away a tear
"Of course I would, you're my responsibility now."
>"B...but wouldn't that be expensive? I'm not worth-"
>you place a finger over her lips
"Shhh, hey, I don't ever wanna hear you say that again, okay? You're worth it."
>"Y...yes Master..."
>she nuzzles your cheek once more and sighs as she settles down onto your chest and you continue to stroke her back
>for several more minutes she fights off sleep, almost seeming as if she has something else to say, but she holds whatever it is back and you decide not to pry it out of her
>she lets out a final yawn, unable to keep her heavy eyelids open any longer, wriggling into you a bit more before finally falling asleep
>she twitches and whimpers in her sleep, and you give her a little squeeze until it stops
>for some reason you can't seem to fall asleep yourself
>you knew her old master was a sorry piece of trash, but you can't believe he went so far as to break her wings
>you can't even begin to imagine how painful that must have been for her
>somehow you don't think he made it quick when he did it
>you shudder and feel slightly nauseated at the thought
>you close your eyes and try to shake it off
>you try to focus on the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest against yours
>the soft sound of her breath escaping her muzzle, ignoring the tiny trickle of drool starting to escape from the corner of her mouth
>it feels like forever before you feel yourself start to drift off to sleep, only to be disturbed by sudden movement and the shifting of weight on your chest
>you fake some light snoring, before feeling a velvety soft muzzle planting a lingering kiss on your cheek
>"Good morning, Master," you hear her whisper in the darkness before she rolls off of you and onto the floor
>you crack an eyelid and turn your head slightly, looking over at the clock
>3:30 a.m.
>already!?
>you sit up in bed, stretching and yawning loudly enough to get her attention
>she looks back at you over her shoulder and her ears flatten
>"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to disturb you..."
"What are you doing?"
>"G..getting ready to start on my chores, Mas-"
"Come back to bed."
>"B..but..."
"Skittles," you pat the bed next to yourself, "Bed. Now."
>She hesitates before obediently hopping back up onto the bed next to you
>you lay on your side and pull her against you with a contented sigh

>"W..well, Master... I had a dream that you... that you..."
>you feel her shake just a little
"That I what?"
>"You m... you ma... yo..you married me..." she says, just barely above a whisper
>you chuckle softly
"Is that all?"
>"N...no... w...we were in Equestria... and.. w..we had foals.. a family..."
"Oh..."
>"It felt so real... it was just disappointing when I woke up and realized that... that it will never happen"
"I'm sorry..."
>"Oh, please Master... don't be. It was just a silly little dream, I know. You... you wouldn't want to marry me even if you could."
>you have no idea what else to say, so you just pull her closer to you
"Just... try to get some rest, okay?"
>"y...yes Master..."
>you squeeze her tightly, resting your chin on her head
>you have to put up with her fidgeting for another full hour before she relaxes enough to fall back to sleep, allowing you to finally slip into dreamland as well
>When you wake up in the morning she hasn't moved, sound asleep in your embrace
>you sigh and enjoy the sunlight beating down on your face through the curtains, basking in its warmth as well as hers
>after a few minutes you delicately extricate yourself from the bed, being careful not to disturb the sleeping pony
>you take a quick shower and fix yourself - and her - some breakfast, bringing it in to her on a tray before nudging her gently
>she sits up in the bed, rubbing her eyes with the back of a hoof
>"Wh..what time is it? Oh... I slept in too late, didn't I? I'm so sorry master, I'll get to work right awa--"
>she notices the tray - pancakes and orange juice - and her eyes go wide, her jaw dropping a little bit
>you smile at her as you set the tray over her lap
"Good morning, Skittles!"
>she's utterly speechless and seems more than just a little confused
>"Wh..what... what is..."
"It's your breakfast! You brought me breakfast in bed, and I wanted to return the favor," you say, picking up a fork and scooping up a bite of pancake before holding it up to her muzzle
>"But I-"
"Shh, no buts. Eat," you command.
>she opens her mouth, complying in silence
>she avoids eye contact with you as you feed her her breakfast
>"Master, you don't have t--" she starts between bites
"Just eat."
>as she finishes the last few bites, she takes the napkin on the tray and pats her muzzle with it before gulping down the whole glass of orange juice in one go
"Thirsty?"
>she simply nods at you with a smile
>"Thank you, Master, th...that was good, but... I.. I could have gotten myself breakfast, you didn't have to go through the trouble..."
"I wasn't going to risk you disobeying me again after yesterday. You need to start eating regular meals, and if I have to feed them to you myself, so be it."
>you pick the tray up and exit the room, casually tossing aside the dirty dishes into the sink for later befor returning to the bedroom moments later
>she tilts her head when she sees the black leather leash in your hand
>you reach a hand toward her and snap the end of the leash to the loop on her collar
"You ready for that walk?"