"My Loyal Ponies: Submission is Mandatory"
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Created on: Sunday 23rd of March 2014 01:53:28 AM CDT
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>Nightmare moon is on the verge of being defeated by the mane six and their elements.
>In a fit of last ditch rage, she expends all of her magic.
>A tempest erupts inside the temple.
>Reality shifts and rips before their eyes.
>A single being falls out of the rift.
"She's summoned something," Rainbow Dash screams.
"It doesn't matter," Twilight responds. "We have the elements. We can't lose!"
>Confused you just stand there. This can't be real.
>They rush you. Nothing happens.
"He's... It's not working!"
"Of course not. Magic doesn't work on these beings," Nightmare Moon laughs. "Now my subject. Finish them off!"
>You really do not understand what's happening here.
>But they are putting their all into taking you down. Even though they can't use magic, they still have their pone strength.
>You find yourself having to fight back.
>You're stuttering for them to stop and you mean no harm, but they ignore you.
>As you keep them occupied, Nightmare Moon readies her own attack.
>They all go down one by one.
>It's over. It's just you, Nightmare Moon, and six unconscious ponies.
"Great work, subject. You shall come in handy indeed. As your reward, take these six young mares as your new slaves. Use them to your hearts content. Stick with me and you'll have more. So much more!"
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>You stare dumbly at your new master.
>She snarls
>You switch your gaze and stare dumbly at your new slaves.
>You really do not understand what is happening. Moments ago, you were posting about how you were wanting to keep them as pets but actually being in the situation...
>You express your confusion to Nightmare Moon.
"It's simple. We were losing. We needed something the elements wouldn't work on. So we called forth you. But we also need a way to control the beast. You like slaves do you not? Is your reward unsatisfactory?
>You stumble with your words.
"Or we can just kill you. We do not need magic to end you. You will be of great help, but if you will not serve you are of no use."
>You quickly answer you will serve as her gaze pierces you.
>A day passes
>You are given a room in the castle.
>Your new slaves are fitted with punishment collars. A simple word from you will cause excruciating pain.
>Nightmare Moon explains you must train your new slaves to behave. Their troubles are your troubles.
>You do not want trouble.
>You will meet with the ponies one by one to explain the situation.
>Which pone is first?
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>The mane six are being held in a single room. You open the door and call forth Fluttershy.
>You hear a squeak.
"If you want her, you'll have to go through all of us!"
>They're chained by their collars, but the insolence of the outburst can not go unmet. There are guards watching you that will no doubt report back to Nightmare Moon.
>A simple word from you and they are on the floor gasping for air.
>The feeling of control isn't unpleasant.
>Fluttershy's crying.
"Stop please! I'll come mister." Fluttershy whines.
>You unchain her and lead her to your bedroom.
>Her legs are shaking so bad she can barely walk. Damn, you didn't know that was a real thing that happened.
>She follows well enough though.
>You sit down on the luxurious canopy bed you were given.
>She stops at your feet and her legs finally give way.
>She looks so sad. You reach out to pet her ears, but she shys away from your touch.
>You feel a ping of annoyance.
"Please. Don't..."
>Don't? Fuck, aren't they supposed to be your slaves?
>And what will Nightmare Moon do if they act like this in front her.
"Fluttershy. I am your master now. I will touch you whenever and however I please.
>She whines in response but doesn't shy away from your hand this time.
>The sudden realization that you can do anything you want to this pony appears.
>Anything.
>What do you want to do?
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>This wasn't how this was supposed to go. Weren't you a nice guy? Nice guy's don't take advantage of slaves.
>Nice guy's don't have fucking slaves.
>The bulge against your pants is becoming increasingly hard to ignore though.
"Fluttershy. Follow my orders or I will hurt your friends. Is that understood?"
>She nods her comprehension.
"Undo my pants."
"Y... Your pants," she squeaks.
>She pulls back momentarily.
"This will be the last time I warn you, do you understand? The next time, I won't say anything. I will just get up, and all you will hear is the screams of your friends. And I will make sure they know it is your fault."
>She's crying now. But she's nodding profusely.
>She fumbles with your buttons and zipper but it's obvious she lacks the dexterity this requires. Christ, how do ponies do anything in Equestria?
"Use your mouth."
>It's like the thought hadn't even occurred to her.
>She gingerly uses her teeth to unbutton your pants and pull down your zipper.
>She stares at you wide eyes, waiting for her next command.
"Pull them down now."
>She squeaks. But the hesitation was only for a second before she remembers your threat.
>Your bulge protrudes through the hole in your boxers. She won't even need to take them off.
>Her eyes are saucers. Is this the first time she's seen a cock?
"Lick it," you command.
>She hesitates.
>You get up, pull your pants up and walk towards the door.
"Nooooo!" She screams. "Nononononono. I'll do it mister. Master! I'll do it mister master! Please! Pleasepleaseplease!"
>You remove your pants and boxers and sit back on the bed.
>She doesn't hesitate this time and begins to gingerly lick your cock.
>This is really too much. It feels amazing but you want more.
>You pry her mouth open with your fingers and to your delight she keeps it open.
>You introduce yourself to her mouth and she accepts you willingly.
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>She doesn't quite know what to do with the foreign object. But her tongue keeps lapping at the intrusion.
>Her inexperience is getting you really excited.
>You gently move her downward and push yourself down her throat.
>She's gagging now, but she knows the punishment for failing so she's trying her best to endure.
>You begin to move yourself back and forth.
>She's making adorable slurping sounds mixed with nauseous throaty gags.
>The sound alone nearly brings you completion.
>You move with speed now. Your dick scraping against her throat being brought to scrape against her tongue and then back down against her throat.
>She lets out a few retching noises but you can tell she's trying her hardest not give in.
>You quicken your pace as you feel yourself ready to cum.
>Quicker. Faster. Gagging. Crying
>You pull out and spurt load into her mane.
>Fluttershy drops to her stomach and covers her eyes with her hooves coughing and dry retching.
>You may have overdone it.
>You order her into your adjacent bathroom.
>Her eyes are glossy and red but she obeys.
>You lead her to the tub and she allows you to bathe her.
>When you're finished you take a blow dryer and brush and begin your work on her.
>Slowly you work her mane. She seems to melt into your hands as you groom her.
>Brush Brush Brush
>She's shaking slightly but much less than when she first came to your room.
>Brush Brush Brush.
>You touch her as lovingly and gently as you can manage and she's responding positively to the treatment.
>Brush Brush Brush.
>You finish and you detect an instant change in her demeanor, almost like she was sad because you stopped (and not because you just forced her to blow you)
>She's pretty.
>And she's yours.
>You lead her to new quarters. A new room, one of six, directly across from yours.
>She's had a rough day. As the most fragile, this will be enough for today. The others might need more coercing. Or maybe not. You'll decide later
>Hmmm. Who's next you wonder to yourself.
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>Well it's official, you are not a good guy.
>Doubtlessly you could have just explained the situation calmly to these girls and they would have behaved themselves enough to fool the Goddess until such time as they overthrew her.
>You're immune to magic (apparently). You could have even probably helped. Instead you're solidifying the power of the tyrant.
>Now after a day of walking the town and showing your brute strength, the strength of the Nightmare Goddess, you return to your room.
>There's some new toys waiting for you with a note from Nightmare moon.
"You did well today subject. I hope these tools are to your liking."
>Paddles, whips, gags, floggers, all neatly organized on your wall. It looks like a damn BDSM dungeon in here.
>But. The idea of using them, it isn't entirely unpleasant.
>You go to the room of your five captives.
"Rarity. Your turn."
>The others protest, but you subdue them just as before.
>To your surprise Rarity doesn't beg you to stop.
"There is no need for that. I go willingly and with my held high."
>That'll be fun to break.
>You lead her to your room.
"I will not fight you monster. So do what you must. A lady will keep her dignity through all."
"You are not a lady."
>She looks at you confused.
"Why of c..."
>Slap.
"You are a slave. And you will learn your place."
"My place is..."
>SLAP.
"At my feet. "
"I... I just..."
>She's unsure of the new turn of events. She undoubtedly had a plan of lasting through anything you threw at her, but her resolve is quickly melting.
"My place is..."
>SLAP SLAP SLAP.
>Her eyes start to water and she leaks tears onto her red face.
"A lady...," her voice is getting softer now and her head isn't held so high.
>SLAP
>You wonder quietly if she can take you. Magic or no she is still a pone and if you don't have fear to control her then she could lash out at any moment.
>She doesn't make a move though.
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"I'm going to make this very simple for you Rarity. Your new role is at my feet. If you do not comply I hurt you."
>She's unsure now. She wants to open her mouth to speak but she's learning quickly what that merits. She decides against her lessons.
"I..."
>She normally gets one or two words in before you correct her but not this time.
>You kick upward into her stomach making her gasp in pain and keel over.
>She's openly sobbing now.
>Her mouth opens, then closes. Opens, then closes. Opens...
"Plea..."
>You kick her again and she falls on her side.
"St..."
>Another kick into her stomach, downward this time. She's sobbing and gasping for breathe
>It's very unladylike.
"I can do this all day Rarity."
>She curls up into a blubbering ball.
>You rip her up by her mane and her legs instinctively follow.
"Is it truly so bad to submit to me? Surely it couldn't be worse than this?"
>She looks away in shame.
"At me Rarity."
>She refuses.
"Alright then. You are very beautiful, do you know that? I'm quite certain you do.>You go to your bathroom and return with a pair of scissors.
>Her teary eyes shrink to pinpricks and she backs away from you.
"No. No. Please no. Do not. Please."
>In your haste to show her her place you forgot to leash her down. But she has nowhere to run and you quickly corner her.
>She shrinks in fear.
"You're place is where?"
"My place... I am..."
>SLAP. SNIP.
"AAAAAH!"
"You're place is where?"
"Please. Don't do this." her voice is so quiet. But she's still defiant.
>She really doesn't learn well does she?
>You wonder what more you can do to with this little filly.
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>You set the scissors aside and she's visibly relieved.
>You walk over to your wall and pick up the paddle and the relief dissipates.
>Moving to sit on your bed, you beckon her to you.
>She doesn't move.
"Rarity. If I have to come over there. I will bring the scissors and remove every last strand of that pretty hair of yours."
>She squeaks but obeys.
"Climb up and lay on my lap."
>She timidly makes her way over. She's learning. Good.
>Before she even makes herself comfortable you bring the paddle down on her rump.
>Whap!
>She cries out in pain.
>Whap! Whap! Whap.
"It hurts!"
" 'It hurts master,' " you correct her.
>Whap! Whap! Whap!
"It hurts master!"
>Whap! Whap! Whap!
>Her tears are flowing again. She cranes her neck and buries her head into your side.
>She's trying to find comfort in the one that's causing her the pain. The thought makes you smile.
>Whap! Whap! Whap!
>She's sobbing now, more than before. Her ass is glowing red and radiating heat.
>Whap! Whap! Whap!
>She's crying hard into your side, but she doesn't struggle. It seems you found a fear that works on her.
>Whap! Whap! Whap!
>You continue your assault until her skin gets flaky.
>When you stop, she immediately puts her hooves around you, hugging you with all her might.
>You put one arm around her and whisper in her ear.
"You deserve this Rarity. I gave you many chances to behave, but you would not be deterred."
>She doesn't say anything.
"I want to hear you say this Rarity."
"... I deserve this."
>Victory!
"Who is your master?"
"You are... master.
>She's still sobbing but lighter now.
"Get on the floor Rarity."
>She hiccups and obeys, bowing her head down to you.
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"Fluttershy learned her place too you know, but you aren't worthy of even smelling my cock."
>Another hiccup but she doesn't look up as you unzip your pants.
>A stream of piss hits her head and her sobs renew, her downcast eyes mixing tears with piss.
"You are nothing Rarity. You are a slave. You are my slave."
"I... am nothing. I am a slave. Your slave."
>The words are hard for her to say between sobs."
"You are disgusting Rarity. Look at yourself."
>She looks up and the stream hits her right between her eyes, tricking down over mouth.
>You clench off and command her to open her mouth.
>She immediately obeys and you finish off inside her.
>The sight before you is too much: A sobbing Rarity with an open mouth full of piss.
"Swallow."
>She does. And immediately lowers her head, gagging. Her wails become much more fervent.
>She's accepted her fate at last.
>You sit on your bed and beckon for her to join you.
>She knows her place. She lays down at your feet, still covered in piss. And there she stays though the night.
>Unfortunately, out of the two of you she is probably getting the better night sleep as you are stuck in an uncomfortable sitting position.
>At least it gives you some time to think of who you're going to bring in next. And what you're going to do.
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>You outwardly groan as you come in from you patrolling the city. Last night's... sleeping arrangement left you severely under rested for the work being asked of you.
>But now you're off work and ready for some fun.
>Two out of six ponies broken, but you still haven't figured out which one should be next.
>No matter, you'll think of something.
>As you reach the door, you hear quiet, hurried voices coming from the other side.
"Please, please hurry."
>Upon entering, you see Applejack and Rainbow Dash free from their collars and chains and trying to get the others loose.
>Without even hesitating they both make a beeline for you. Your brain goes dumb for a moment as you take the full force of both of them smashing into you, Rainbow from above and Applejack from below.
>If you hadn't been wearing your new guard armor, you would be seriously injured right now.
>You recollect your thoughts and try to asses the situation.
>Twilight and Pinkie Pie are still tied up. The chains are worn a little, but they don't look like they can break free.
>You are standing directly between Applejack and the door and Rainbow Dash is floating overhead.
>Rainbow can easily escape if you don't do something. Armor and magic immunity be damned if you can't fly to catch her.
>Nightmare Moon's voice echoes in your head
"Their troubles are your troubles."
>With the courage only a cornered animal could muster, you tackle AppleJack to the ground.
>You rise and pull your sword from your side and aim it at her neck. If she moves, she's dead.
"Go without me Rainbow Dash," she says defeatedly.
"Come done here now or I will kill her. And then the other two. And finally the two I've already taken."
"Augh!" Rainbow screams in defeat.
>She may be fast. She may be nubile. But her friends aren't. And she wouldn't dare leave without them.
>You nod your head to the far wall.
"Go there."
>She obeys. Thank... (Is Nightmare Moon your God now?) whomever, she obeys.
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>You are not quick witted. The other two still have their collars on. If you had activated them, you wouldn't have even needed to engage Applejack
>Still the thought that you can take the Earth Pony does sit happily in your gut.
>You sheathe your sword and step back causing Applejack to eye you suspiciously.
"You two seem to forget yourselves. I have the power here. You do not. Let me demonstrate"
>You speak your word and the collars constrict on the young mares.
>Applejack and Rainbow Dash exchange horrified looks, but the looks quickly turn to anger as they look like they are about to charge.
"Don't even think about it. Besides if you kill me before I reverse it. It will never end and they will most likely die before you can save them
>Moments pass, but you leave the threat hanging in the air.
>You've never left the collars active this long. The two mares are shaking on the floor not even registering the world any more.
>Shit, you might actually, truly kill them if these two don't break fast.
>You really do not want to do that. If worse comes to worse, you'll call your bluff off. But just a little bit longer...
"Alright! Stop. You're in charge here. Right Applejack?"
"R...Right Please, wontcha just stop? We'll do whatever you want."
>You stop the collars and allow yourself a moment of relief. You've won.
>The two mares wearing collars burst into a fit of retching and frenzied breathing. It doesn't sound pleasant.
"Good girls. Because I've had a rough day and you just made it a whole lot rougher. I'm not even going to put new collars on you right now."
"If you try to attack me or if you disobey the smallest order I will reactivate the collars and leave the room. You will be locked in here with your dying friends and there will be nothing you can do to help them."
>Fuck, you've gotten dark. But you tell yourself it's only a bluff. A dead pone is good to nobody.
>Applejack and Rainbow Dash nod in unison.
"Alright then, Applejack, join Rainbow Dash."
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>Applejack hesitates only the barest second before complying.
>You are skating on really thin ice. You've made a threat and if they force you into a situation where you'll have to make good, you'll either lose credibility or actually end up killing somepony.
>You shake the thought from your mind. These two are too loyal for that. They'll follow you. They have too.
>Right now though... Right now it's your time.
>You grin. Fluttershy was alright, but she was inexperienced. That will change over time. But you want something right now.
"Tell me you two, are you a virgins?"
>The shocked look was answer enough.
"I... I... I... am.
"Same..."
>Their eyes are dilating. You're scaring them.
"Good. Good."
>You reach down and scratch behind their ears.
>They don't flinch away, standing strong in the face of... well they have to know what's about come.
>But they really have no idea.
"Put your front hooves down, hindquarters up Applejack."
>She obeys instantly, her shaky legs betraying her earlier resolve.
"Move your tail."
>She flicks it out of the way.
"Rainbow dash. Be a good girl and lick your friend."
>Rainbow's head whips back and forth between you and her friend's winking hole.
"On... on her face?"
>You narrow your eyes and stare at her.
"No... of course not. You mean her... her..."
"Cunt."
>She hesitant but with a quick look to her recovering friends, she steels her resolve and plunges herself down."
>She's slow at first, but quickly picks up speed. She's definitely never done this before, but Applejack doesn't seem to mind.
>To your delight, Applejack lets out a mew of pleasure
>You position yourself behind Rainbow Dash and while the pone knows you're doing something her mind doesn't register exactly what until you plunge yourself inside her.
"AUGH!"
"Did I say you could stop Rainbow," you growl.
>She shakes her head back and forth wildly and continues with her work.
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>Your cock is lightly smeared with blood but none leaks out as you thrust yourself back and forth.
>Rainbow Dash passionately throws herself into your earlier command trying to block out the thought of you behind her.
>The more she tries to forget you, the more she pleasures her friend. She's actively working in your interests.
>But you are not a person to be forgotten so easily as you push yourself to the hilt.
>Rainbow gasps and whimpers.
"Does it hurt?"
"N... No. Yes. I... I Don't know."
>She's babbling. There's a cure for that.
>You pull out to the tip and thrust back in. Again. Again. Again.
>She's lets out a mix between a groan and a moan. She's certainly not turned on quite yet, but she very well could be in the near future.
>You go back to a steady pace and remind her of original job.
>With a meep, she returns to her work.
>You peer over her plump ass to see how she's doing and to your surprise, Applejack is literally dripping with juices.
>The sight turns you on further and you increase your rhythm.
"Ah. Hah. Ah. Rain... Rainbow. I feel very hot. It's... It's too much. Something. I... I don't know..."
>Surely she isn't about too...
"AAAAAAAH!"
>She did. Rainbow just made her friend cum. The very thought drives you to the edge.
>You push yourself all the way back in and unleash your seed inside in sync with Applejack's scream.
>You pull out and a minute amount of cum drips out.
>Rainbow lets out a small sob and looks at you with a dripping face.
"Are you satisfied"
>Your member is soft, but messy. Small amounts of blood has made it's way onto various parts of you and you were still dripping semen.
"Clean it," you command.
>She sniffs and begins licking your nether regions, cleaning off the remains of her virginity.
>When you're clean, she blinks and stares intently at the ground.
>Your gaze shifts to Applejack.
>Her face is red with embarrassment and she's panting slightly.
>Dear... whomever, you think you might be getting hard again.
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>Rainbow Dash is quiet now. It seems like she suddenly finds the floor very interesting.
>In reality it's just more preferable than meeting your gaze or watching her helpless friends, knowing that she failed to rescue them and that this too will be their fate someday.
>Her hair isn't quite long enough to obscure her face, but she's trying to hide behind it nonetheless.
>It doesn't matter, you see what she's trying to conceal.
>She contorts and scrunches her face, using all of her concentration to control her tears.
>For a moment, it seems like she might win.
>You definitely can not let her win.
>You bend down and whisper in her ear.
"Such pretty wings you have Rainbow. You should beg me to let you keep them."
>Her eyes snap open and with the tension gone, her tears start leaking openly.
"Please. Don't. They're all I have. Take everything else. Take me. But please leave my wings alone. Please. Please. Please."
>Her voice is small and frightened.
>You touch her neck gently, slowly stoking downward to her wings.
"Please. Please. Please."
>She's shaking so much. You can't resist.
>You pluck a feather from the tip. It isn't much. Surely she's lost more while just being reckless.
>It's enough to send her over the edge though.
"All I have. Please. Anything. Please."
>She's openly sobbing, openly begging.
>You're cruel, but you aren't completely callous. If she's willing to accept you, you see no reason to further break her body.
>But it's better to err on the safe side.
"I won't even ask you to choose between your friends and your wings Rainbow. You can have both. But your wings will stay bound at all times unless you are with me. And you are not to fly without my expressed consent. Do you understand?
>She nods dumbly.
"I can be benevolent Rainbow. All I really require is that you know your place. And where is that place for you Rainbow?"
"As your... slave. Master."
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>In your elation of breaking another pone, you seem to have forgotten about the strong and still partially defiant Earth Pone.
>But she hasn't forgotten you. You meet her gaze as she watches Rainbow Dash bow down to you.
>The earlier euphoria gone, her eyes are narrow and cold.
"Do you disapprove?"
"You're disgusting."
>You disagree. Disgusting doesn't begin to describe this moment. But... If she wants disgusting. You can certainly oblige.
"What an interesting choice of words."
>The thought can wait though as you feel Rainbow's loyalty begin to waiver.
>Rainbow Dash looks uncertainly between Applejack and you. She feels she has to choose a side. Shit. Testing her this early is not a good idea.
>You stare hard at Rainbow and to your delight she breaks.
"Please. Applejack. Just... It's not so bad really."
>Oh, good choice Rainbow! Pride shows on your face as you gently stroke the mare's wings.
"I just don't want to hurt. And I don't want you to hurt Applejack."
>Simply fantastic. Applejack's face softens and she looks as if she isn't sure anymore.
"Rainbow. I've think you have enough for today. Your friend is fine in my hands. I have a room prepared for you to sleep in."
>She nods and follows you as you lead her to her new quarters.
>You call for guards to move Applejack to your room, where your toys are and you can easily take control of the situation should it spiral.
>She called you disgusting.
>You'll show her just how disgusting you can be.
>You wrack your mind with ideas as you fit Rainbow Dash with her new wing harness.
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>You honestly expected Rainbow Dash to be the hardest one to break. But as you finish locking her wings in place, you realize just how much control she has relinquished over to you.
>You do a twirl with your hands and she trots around for you, showing off her new attire before coming back and nuzzling your feet.
>You smile. She definitely deserves a reward later. But right now you have a new plaything waiting for you.
>You make to leave and Rainbow's ears fold flat against her head
"I said I'd take care of her, remember? You're doing good, so nobody has to get hurt. I promise"
>She perks up a bit and nods.
>Nobody has to get hurt, but that doesn't mean nobody will avoid being hurt. She has to make amends for what she said after all.
>Upon entering your room, you see the guards got creative when tying down Applejack. They actually brought in a stockade and immobilized her head and front hooves.
>Her two back hooves have a spreader bar and her tail has been tied up in her hair.
>Although to your annoyance, they seem to have bolted that damn thing to the floor right smack in the center of your room.
>This place is getting cozier all the time.
>You had such malice in mind, but all that seems to disappear as you see the immobilized mare.
"Ah Applejack, I think it suits you."
>She doesn't answer. They've taken the liberty of gagging her as well.
"You know you seemed to enjoy yourself an awful lot with Rainbow Dash."
>A blush creeps up on her face.
"If you'd like I can give you that feeling again."
>The bit keeps her from replying, but you can tell the idea is rather unpleasant to her. All the better for you though.
>You position yourself behind her. If earlier is any indication, you won't even need a cock for this.
>You begin by slowly massaging her thighs.
>Muscle and tension knots greet you, but you you grind inward and do your best to soothe her.
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>You switch between slow sensual rubbing to a deep massage and back again.
>10 minutes pass and you're beginning to wonder if you've made any difference at all.
>20 minutes and still silence..
>At 30 minutes, Applejack forgets herself and lets out a high pitched, shaky sigh through her gag.
>Ha! You are getting through to her.
>Her head bobs upward as she realizes her mistake.
>But the realization comes too late. She's already shown her hand, and you take the opportunity to slowly move your massage inward till you're just a hair away from her hole.
>You don't so much as even brush against it though. You stay just shy and continue massaging the outer areas until...
>The tiniest bit of fluid starts to accumulate.
>You smile. She's getting wet.
Your work moves to her lips now and her legs nearly buckle as you touch her the first time, but she quickly gets used it.
>Until you slip a finger inside.
>Her cunt is hotter than you would have thought. It's definitely radiating more heat that Rainbow Dash's. But it isn't unpleasant. It's sultry in a different way, beckoning you forth.
>She lets out a throaty squeal as you push inward.
>And she let's out a groan as you pull out.
>You begin to work her insides with a bit more fervency.
>Shit, she's really starting to drip now. You saw it happen earlier, but experiencing it first hand is much different.
>For one you're the cause this time.
>You finger slips in out with ease now. One finger pulls out and two go in.
>She's caught between halfway groaning and fully moaning now.
>You find a spot that she seems to enjoy more than the rest and concentrate your efforts there.
>Her legs begin shaking and her cries become shorter. She's close. You know it. It's the same noises she made earlier.
>You concentrate your efforts just a little bit more and...
>Stop.
>You pull out and her ass shakes instinctively searching for the source of it's previous pleasure.
>Applejack lets a out a yearning cry.
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>You plunge your fingers back inside her sopping hole.
>She clenches around you as you begin your thrusts anew.
>You have to play this very carefully. You aren't a mind reader and the slightest miscalculation could ruin the whole thing.
>But you concentrate hard at the task at hand. You can do this. Just listen intently to her breathing and when it becomes the slightest bit erratic...
> You pull out and stop again.
"Hrmmmpppph!" Applejack grunts in frustration.
>Another well timed denial.
>After a few minutes of gentle massaging, you slip yourself back inside.
>More moans and whimpering cries of frustration as you build her back up and stop just short of release.
>Again and again you bring your little mare to brink and again and again you deny her.
>You glance at the clock on the wall. Shit... It's nearly morning. You've been playing with your little mare all night. Nightmare Moon will expect you in just a few hours.
>You slip your fingers out of her one final time and walk around to see the look on her face.
>Her eyes are rolled back slightly and she's drooling through her gag.
>You carefully slide the bit out of her mouth.
"So hot. Please. Just finish. I can't... I don't know. It's... Please. Augh."
>Her legs shake softly as she her body twitches.
>You silence her ramblings with a kiss and to your delight, she returns it with enthusiasm.
>She laps at your mouth hungrily, hoping to find her release at the back of your throat.
>But you pull away and replace the bit.
>You've been up all night with this. It's time you get take your enjoyment.
>Unfortunately, if you put yourself inside her pussy, she'll definitely be able to cum before you.
>Good thing she has another hole.
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>You rub your cock against her dripping pussy, smearing it with her juices.
>She's tenses up slightly, but doesn't try to shake you off. You think she's honestly ready for you to take her virginity.
>Too bad.
>You slide your tip inside her other hole.
>She definitely was not expecting this.
"Hrph? Hm. Ahrph?"
>She lets out a few confused grunts like she honestly thinks you just made a mistake.
>You show her you didn't as you slowly push yourself inside.
>Taking your fingers you work her pussy a little, wiping the excess moisture on the exposed parts of your cock for better lubrication.
"You're a farmer right? Surely you've seen your animals rut before, but I bet you've never experienced this have you?"
"Ngh ughn," she responds through her gag.
>The fact that she actually responded to your question screams that you are making tremendous headway with the young mare.
>Smiling you push yourself to the hilt and stop.
>But fuck, the angle that you have to do this is really uncomfortable.
>You endure though. It's not like the pleasure isn't outweighing the contortion you have to put your body through.
>As you being to pull back, you feel her squeezing you trying to suck you back in.
>You're more than happy to oblige.
>You push yourself back inside, picking up the slightest amount of speed.
>More groans of uncertainty from your pet. But she doesn't sound too displeased by the intrusion anymore.
>You've given her enough time to get used to you. It's time to really pick up your pace.
>And so you do, moving your hips passionately back and forth.
>She's really clenching down on you. It's not unpleasant, but the pressure is more than you're used too.
>You can't keep this pace for too long, she feels too good.
>As you begin to reach your finish, you start to hear her breathe becoming ragged again.
>Oh... This would be too perfect.
"You know you can fight me all you want Applejack, but your body knows the truth. You like this. You want this."
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>She whines out what is probably a "No," but it's inaudible through the bit.
>You decide to roll with it though.
"No? Alright then."
>You suddenly halt all action and pull out with a small pop.
>You're so close it actually hurts a little, but it looks like she was even closer.
>She begins to thrash violently against her restraints.
>The spreader bar holds her firmly in place, but she stretches all the leeway it can muster by picking up her leg and tapping the ground.
"What's wrong? I thought you said no."
>She snivels a cry of yearning in response.
"Well which is it Applejack?"
>You remove the drool covered bit from her mouth.
"Yeeees. Alright. Yes. Please. Just. Augh!"
>She shakes again and taps her foot on the ground
"Tell me Applejack, what would you do if a pig roamed into your house, bringing their mud and filth in with them."
>She doesn't answer.
"You'd turn them out of course. Because animals are useful. Animals are cute. But they aren't civilized. They can't control themselves."
>Her ears perk up and then flatten to the side of her head. She's honestly confused at where you're going with this train of thought.
"My point dear Applejack, is that to me you're an animal. You're an intelligent one, but an animal nonetheless. You can't control yourself. And you don't really know what's in your best interest
"Look at Rainbow Dash. She immediately got what she should do. And she even tried to tell you. But you haven't listened, because you don't know what's best for yourself. You need guidance. You need an owner to lead you."
>Her body twitches again and she taps her foot again. Her eyes are so unsure of the new turn of events
>You sigh and head to your wall.
>A lot of toys, some that look like they'll really cause some damage. But they don't concern you right now. Right now you're interested in...
>There, a plug that just slightly bigger than your girth. This will do just fine
>You have work to do. This will be the only company she has while you're away.
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>You feel the affects of no sleep as you slunk in from your day. You were already tired to begin with, but now your eyelids are heavy leaden bricks.
>But your work days haven't been in vain. You are becoming well known throughout the kingdom and whenever you show up at a situation, it quickly dissipates.
>The ponies of Equestria are growing used to you, growing used to obeying your commands.
>But that's a thought for a different time. Right now, you have to take care of yourself. And that means sleep. No training tonight. If you get another sleepless night, you're certain if anybody musters the courage to challenge you, they'll take you out with little effort.
>As you enter your room, but don't so much as glance at Applejack. She might as well be part of the decorum for all the shits you give right now.
>But nevertheless, you can feel her eyes watching you. And as you sit on your bed to strip, you can't help but let your eyes fall on her.
>Her face is pleading for something, but you refuse to acknowledge her.>Sleep. Blissful sleep.
>Consciousness, angry wakefulness.
>You open your eyes to heavy neighing.
>As you struggle to adjust your eyes, you see that only about 6 hours have passed. You need more. Fucking Hell, that isn't nearly enough to catch you up.
>But the neighing doesn't stop.
>You groan outwardly as you force yourself up. It's only 1 am. You could sleep another 8 hours if somepony would just be quiet.
>Walking over to Applejack, you try to figure out what suddenly has her so energetic.
>She just looks at you with the same pleading face she had when you went to bed.
>Walking behind her to to examine her plug, you find the cause of distress.
>She's sopping wet, so much so that's its dribbling down her legs.
>Suddenly you are very aware of the fact that you didn't get to finish earlier.
>But if you give in and take her, you'll be giving her exactly what she wants.
>Release.
>You can't have that.
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>You massage Applejack's thigh lovingly as consider your options.
>No. Not tonight. She hasn't had enough yet. She needs more before she's ready.
>And honestly you just want to sleep anyway. Fuck, you're tired to the point that your eyes hurt a little bit.
>You could probably just stay in one of the empty rooms reserved for the three yet broken ponies, but that sounds a little boring.
>Besides its been a few days since you really interacted with Fluttershy.
>You've checked in on her of course, but extended activity was limited in favor of other things.
>You slap Applejack's behind lightly.
"If you won't be quiet, then stay here alone and I'll deal with you later."
>She softly whines as you leave the room.
>You make your way over to Fluttershy's room and upon entering find that she's still awake sitting on her bed and just staring at the floor.
>She meeps at the unexpected intrusion but immediately jumps down and runs down to sit at your feet.
>You've really left an impression on her.
>You're suddenly glad you broke her with fear and compassion rather than pain and humiliation.
"Fluttershy why are you up? It's late. You should be asleep."
>She quivers into your leg as she realizes she's messed up.
>You've chosen your words badly. Of course any critique will shake her.
"I... I'm worried. About. My friends," she says quietly.
"You're friends are fine, pet. You've been so good that no harm has needed to come to them. In fact, Rarity and Rainbow Dash are right across the way. The others will join them shortly and you can all be together. I promise"
>Her ears stick up and she her tail flicks around happily.
"Right now though, it's just you and me and I've had a rough couple of days. I'm using your bed to sleep as mine... has some issues that will be worked out later."
>She nods happily, her body still pooled around feet.
"This means I need the use of my legs, Fluttershy."
>She lets out another scared cry as she backs off.
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>Normally you'd use this as an excuse to take charge and have a little fun, but the bed is calling to you.
>And while it obviously isn't as luxurious as yours, you don't care. You could probably sleep on rocks right now.
>Fluttershy follows shortly after and maneuvers into a sitting position on the floor at your side. She rests her gaze on your chest, not daring to look at your face.
>The bed is small, but she could probably squeeze in at the bottom if you wanted.
>You want.
>Once you situate yourself into a comfortable position, you pat the area around your legs.
>She understands and happily obeys, carefully climbing on and finding a spot that doesn't put her entire weight on your lower half.
>She does a pretty good job of not disturbing your comfort and you relish in the warmth she creates.
"I don't have my alarm in here. So you'll have to do Fluttershy. I want to wake up at 7 alright? Not 6.59 and not 7.01. Seven."
>She nods as you smile and close your eyes giving yourself over to sleep once again.
>You feel a warm and wet presence on your dick.
>You reach down absent mindedly, not really registering what's happening but grasping anyway.
>You grab a fistful of soft hair and proceed to stroke it.
>Stroke it? Wait. Hair?
>You open your eyes and glance down to see Flttuershy gingerly licking your dick.
>Her ears flatten against her head.
"I didn't... know how you wanted me... But your... your... it was erect and you liked it last time. So..."
>You rub at your eyes, removing the crust that's formed and massaging around your temples.
"No, you're doing just fine, pet. Continue."
>She nods and begins licking you again, coating you with a nice bit of saliva before taking you fully into her mouth.
>But you can only last a couple of minutes before you release yourself into her mouth.
>You've just been to on edge since yesterday's near completion.
>She holds it in her mouth and looks at you wondering what she's supposed to do.
"Swallow," you command.
>She willingly gulps down your seed as you comb your fingers through her hair.
"Good girl."
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>The next few hours before work fly by as you spend time with Rainbow Dash and Rarity.
>They're accepting you more and more as you isolate them from their friends and yours is the only contact they know.
>You leave for work and find that your patrols are a bit more up-beat as you greet the world with a well rested body and the knowledge that your pets wills are bending over to please you.
>The day ends without incident.
>Upon returning home, you find Applejack has exhausted herself to the point of unconsciousness.
>Her pussy, once sopping wet, is now only slightly dripping.
>It seems she has found her release in dream land.
>You can't have that.
>So you set to work building her up again.
>She wakes with a start and finds you massaging her nether regions.
"Nghnnnn..."
>She moans out her displeasure at being woken up and placed into the real world.
>Slicking your fingers against her hole, you manage to bring about the ragged breathing that can only mean one thing.
>But you stop.
>Continuing.
>Stop.
>Go.
"Augh! NNNNnnn! Aurgh NGH!"
>She violently fights against the restraints, but they refuse to give and eventually she tires herself out.
>You bend down and whisper in her ear.
"I'll be back shortly. Don't go anywhere."
>You think it's time to bring Pinkie into the game.
>The only two left inside the cage is Twilight and Pinkie, and neither offer any resistance when you come to collect the pink ball energy.
>Though right now, she's a bit on the tame side.
>That can't be a good sign
"Where are my friends? What did you do with them? Where are we going? Are they okay. Gasp, am I going to be okay"
>Ah, nevermind. Her voice is quieter and straighter, but she's talking a mile a minute. But you suppose this is just the way she shows her restraint.
>You lead her into the hallway and bend down to look her in the eye.
"I'll take you to them right now if you like."
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>She gasps in delight.
"On one condition."
"What? Anything you want. Please. I saw what happened to Dash and Apple. I'm really worried. Oh is it..."
>She stops as you glower down at her. You try to replicate the look of man who can and will hurt you just for his amusement.
>You find you don't have to really fake it.
"The condition is you follow my orders exactly Pinkie. You'll have fun. Your friends will have fun. I'll have fun."
"But I'll ask you to do things that might confuse you. And you'll question me. You might think you can't do it. But if you refuse, I'll send you right back to that room and you'll never see your friends again."
>You scared her, but she nods uncertainly
"I'll can do that, but what type of things are you talking about. Is it like what you did..."
>You cut her off with another nasty look.
"And let's have a new rule Pinkie, no questions unless you actually do not understand something I ask. Alright?"
>She nods again.
"Good, lets go see Applejack then."
>She bounces behind you happily as you lead her to your room, but when she's the state of Applejack she stops and her ears fold back.
"Don't worry. She's not hurt. It's a game Pinkie. Here I'll show you."
>You walk over to Applejack and whisper in her ear.
"You want to cum, then you ask her to do it. If not, we can just continue our games alone."
>You remove the bit from her mouth and she doesn't talk for a few seconds. Shit, maybe you miscalculated the amount of sexual frustration you created.
"Please. Please Pinkie. Lick mah... mah... Lick mah hole. Just like Rainbow Dash did. Please."
>Nope. You were made for this job. You shouldn't doubt yourself.
>Pinkie looks very confused now. She glancing back and forth between you and Applejack.
"Pinkie..."
>Suddenly she remembers your earlier talk and begins forward.
"All... Alright. If that's what you want Apple. This mister..."
"Master, Pinkie. You are to call me master."
"Master here said I wouldn't understand, but if that's what you want.
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>You don't think she quite grasps the concept of calling you master yet. It's just a name to her right now.
>It doesn't matter she'll learn.
>She stops uncertainly when she reaches her destination, looking back at you one more time to make sure that she's doing what she should.
"So do I just... I Just lick it right.Is it like a lolipop, or do..."
"You'll figure it out," you interrupt.
>She's still hesitant, but plunges her snout downward and begins.
>Applejack actively lets moans of pleasure escape. She's comfortable with Pinkie doing this. Well, as comfortable as one could expect.
>Certainly more accepting that with you.
>You suddenly feel annoyed.
>After a few minutes, you hear the signals that tell Applejack is close.
"Hey Pinkie, can you come here for a second?"
>She stops and looks at you, juice running down her mouth.
"Alright master. What do you need?"
>Applejack lets out a pained, frustrated wail."
"You just have something on your coat, come with me to the bathroom and let me get it off for you."
>You bide time until you think Applejack has calmed down and set Pinkie back to her task.
>You take the opportunity to replace Applejack's bit and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
"You're nothing Applejack. If can just accept that, I promise this will go a lot easier. Release control over to me and give in. Tell me you haven't enjoyed yourself."
>She drops her head, not willing to look at you.
"You're a farmer. You have pigs, and chickens, and sheep; though I don't think you had any cattle. You're my cattle Applejack. The moment you acknowledge that, I can promise you'll be the happiest you've ever been."
>She doesn't lift her head. She doesn't move. She doesn't breathe.
>Wait, she actually isn't breathing. She's holding her breathe. She's trying to trick you.
>You laugh.
"Ha! Is that so Applejack. Hey Pinkie, come here. Applejack has a great joke."
>Pinkie stops her assault and bounces over to your location.
"Hnggnh!!!!"
>That was close.
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"I do love jokes! How does it go!?"
"Well shit, I actually don't remember. Isn't that funny?"
"HaHa! That IS a funny joke Applejack!"
>You smile at Pinkie.
"I think you've tired her out, so we're going to do something with just the two of us."
"Okay. What would that be master?"
>You go to your bed and grab some sheets, making a little nest right in front of Applejack.
>When you're done you sit right in the center and pat your lap.
>Pinkie puckers out her lips in confusion, but comes anyway.
>You pull her across your lap and immediately go to massage her nether area.
>Unlike Applejack or Rainbow Dash, she doesn't fight. She recognizes it a pleasant experience and just lets it happen.
>After teasing and toying with her for a while, you feel yourself begin to stiffen.
"I think it's time Pinkie.
"Time? Time for what Master? This feels really good by the..."
>You don't let her finish her sentence as you knock her front two hooves down and raise her ass in the air.
>She looks back expectantly.
>You strip and position yourself behind her.
>Slowly you make your way inside.
>Even though she's still a virgin, she isn't as tight as you would have thought.
>It's not unpleasant, just unique. She doesn't feel like Rainbow or Applejack.
>Pinkie squeals in discomfort as she's stretched for the first time.
"It gets better I promise."
>She nods in understanding.
>You quicken your pace, as her wetness provides greater flexibility.
"Aghn. I. I think I'm starting to like it. It still hurts, but it's kind of a good hurt. Does that..."
>You push yourself all the way quieting her rant.
"Ahhh ha..."
>Taking advantage of her wetness, you increase your speed as fast as you can go.
>Her pussy begins to make little sloppy wet sounds.
"Haaa. Haaa. Aaah. Oooh."
>Pinkie's fully moaning now. It turns out the 'good' has overtaken the 'hurt.'
"Don't... Don't stop. I like this."
>You have no intention of stopping even if she wanted too.
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>You spare a glance at Applejack and see that's she's longingly watching you two fuck.
>When she feels your gaze, she looks away ashamed.
>But the minute you look away, you feel her gaze return.
>You pull out causing Pinkie to whimper.
"Aaahh, Master. Why? It feels really good. Do..."
"Hush. And just do as I say."
>She nods in agreement as you lay down flat, spread in the perfect potion to give Applejack the best view.
"Come here and stand over me."
>She obeys, and you pull her down into a passionate kiss.
>She returns it with just as much enthusiasm, hungrily lapping at your mouth.
>She's really inexperienced with kissing, but she has the general idea.
>You pull away and the look of need returns.
>It doesn't last long as you pull her downward onto your cock though and you smile to yourself as you realize the cowgirl is watching do cowgirl.
>Pinkie's legs bend and she realizes she has to work for her pleasure now.
>And work she does. She bounces happily up and down on your cock.
"Oh! Ah! Ughn~!"
>She's really enjoying her work
>As you feel yourself reaching completion, you feel her muscles start to contract around you as well.
"Aghn. I feel something master. It's a pressure building inside."
"That's good Pinkie. It means your about to cum, it feels really good."
>You crane your next and wink at Applejack
>She looks away again.
>But looks right back again when your eyes leave her.
>Pinkie works with only the energy she can muster, bouncing happily on your cock.
>You can't hold on anymore. You grab her thighs and force her all the way, spraying your load inside.
>Suddenly Pinkie's cunt clenches around and you and she lets out a primal howl.
>She came at the same time you did.
>Or more likely, she came because you did. The new sensation must have been too much for her to take.
>She collapses on top of you panting.
"That. Was. AMAZING. Is this what you guys have been doing? I've been so worried about you, but it turns out you've been having fun without me!"
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"Yes it was Pinkie. You did wonderfully. And unfortunately your friends didn't really share our... enthusiasm for this."
"I just needed a little bit of time to get accustomed to this type of fun. They've come around now though, you'll see. And as long as you stick with me and do as I say, you'll get to have fun everyday."
>She smiles a heartfelt smile.
"Right now though, I think Applejack wants to join in the fun.
>You glance over at Applejack who doesn't bother to turn away this time.
"Goodness you're right! Applejack you have to try cumming. It's the best feeling in the whole world!"
>Her head droops and she lets out a few frustrated cries.
"I think you're right Pinkie. But right now why don't we have Applejack clean you up."
>You walk over to your immobilized mare and bend down to whisper in her ear.
"Now my livestock, if you can show me just how obedient you can be. I might give you some relief."
>You take the bit out of her mouth and she opens her mouth to speak, but closes it and decides to just nod instead.
>Victory, She's too proud to put it into words yet, but damn if that's not progress, you don't what is.
>You guide Pinkie into place and Applejack sets to work hungrily.
>She works her tongue around the mare's little pink hole, cleaning every drop of your filth out of her.
>When nothing remains, she looks down at the ground.
>You smile and pet her behind her ears.
"Thatta girl. Tell you what. Why don't you tell me what you want me to do."
>She bites her lip and doesn't say anything.
"Oh? Nothing? What a shame. Alright Pinkie, what say you about visiting Fluttershy?"
>She bounces up happily.
"No! Please wait. Do... Do it. Please make me cum."
>You smile.
"And are you asking me as a pone or cattle?"
>She's quiet.
"Livestock," she whispers.
"I didn't quite catch that Applejack."
"Livestock."
"Once more"
"Livestock. Yur livestock. Yur cattle. Yur chicken. Yur sheep. Yur... pig. Please, just let me have some relief!"
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>You inwardly sigh. Shit, she took some real effort to break. But she was no match for you in the end.
>Nopony is really... The guards follow you unquestioningly. The inhabitants of the villages nearby fear you. What do you have to fear again...?
>Well, Nightmare Moon for one. You've seen her interrogating resisting citizens. She's not afraid to maim or kill to get what she wants. And she's made it perfectly clear, she isn't afraid to dispatch with you if you become inconvenient.
>Fuck, you become inwardly disgusted with yourself. You've broken 4 mares whom you've had complete control over. That doesn't make you anything special.
"Master...?"
>Pinkies voice brings you back from your musings.
"Ha, I just got lost in thought there. It isn't important. You heard her, Pinkie. Your friend wants your help cumming. Will you deny her?
"Not a chance!" she responds happily.
"Thatta girl. Why don't you do what you did before. Really give it all you have this time."
>She bounces happily to her friend's backside so she can begin her important task
>You make your way to her front though.
"Say it again Applejack. I really want to make sure you understand your situation"
"Yur... my master. I'm just... ahhh."
>Pinkies began her work.
"Aaah, I'm just an animal."
"My livestock."
"Yur... ah livestock.
"And why is that?"
"Because you know what's best for me... Ha aaah"
"And?"
"I'm too stupid to know what's best for myself. I wanted to cum earlier. But if I had, aughhhh, I wouldn't be able to experience this right now. I wouldn't be having this amazing feeling."
>Oh, this is new. It wasn't exactly your plan, but if that's what she wants to think. Fine"
"That's right Applejack. All I do is in your best interest, I'm glad you finally realize that."
"I do. I do. dooo~ohhh. Master I'm nearly there. Please. Please let me. Please don't stop her."
>Pinkie happily slurps at her friends pussy, making the faintest sucking wet sounds as she does.
"Oh. So close. So close. So... AAAUGH!"
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>Applejack lets out a frustrated wail as you pull Pinkie away.
"No~o! Why? I did everything that ya wanted. You've won. Please. Why... augh. nooo..."
>Her voice trails off into nothingness as she lowers her head and makes mindless high pitched whimpers.
"The very fact that you're asking me 'Why?' and not saying 'Thank you for not allowing me to cum,' is proof enough that you aren't ready yet Applejack."
>She raises her gaze and you see that her eyes have started watering.
>She blinks, and the water coagulates into a few tears that make their way down her cheek.
>She nods her understanding as you scratch her head and whisper softly her ears.
"You're nearly there Applejack. I promise."
"Whatever ya say. Whatever ya want... master."
>She lets a few more tears fall as you continue to lovingly stroke her head.
>Pinkie makes her presence known once again.
"Are... are you really alright Apple?
>Her ears are folded against her head and she seems unsure of the new turn of events.
>Euphoria washes through you as Applejack answers.
"I'm fine Pinkie. I promise. This is for the best. I want this.
"All... Alright then. I'm glad you're having fun. But you didn't finish. Are you sure you don't want me too..."
>Applejack is the one who interrupts her this time.
"No I don't. I only want what Master wants for me. And he says I shouldn't... I shouldn't...
>She lets out strangled cry.
"If that's what you really want then," Pinkie concludes.
"It is."
>Another dry sob.
"Alright Pinkie. Lets leave Applejack to do some thinking. I'm sure you want to see your other friends too, right?
>Her ears straighten and she begins to nod happily.
>You lead her out into the hallway.
>As you leave your room, you catch a palace guard leaving Fluttershy's room.
>When he sees he's been spotted, his eyes become pinpricks and he's obviously slightly panicked
>He quickly stammers out a story about policing the area and making sure things are in order
>You feel a ping of annoyance at being lied too
>You run your fingers through your hair, close your eyes, and take a deep breathe.
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>You aren't stupid. You know damn well, he's been caught doing something he thinks you're not going to like.
>But you have to remind yourself you aren't divine. All your power up until this point has come from outside sources.
>They fear you because they can't use magic on you. You're respected as the enforcer of Nightmare Moon. You do well at faking intimidation and casting a fierce aura around yourself.
>But without guards to back you up and no armor or sword can you really do anything?
>You open your eyes and stare the unicorn down.
"You're lying. And I want to know why."
>He stumbles with his words.
"Please. All the guards have been doing it. They say you've really broken her in. This pone of yours. But... But we don't touch her hole! I swear! That's for you."
>The truth is free at last, but all it does is make you feel sick to your stomach. The guards have been using your property without your permission. They've defiled her behind your back.
"And the others I've trained?"
"They're... We haven't touched them. One guard tried to... with Rainbow Dash. But she said that you were the only person she would ever listen too."
>Your eye twitches and you rub it absentmindedly.
"And! And we know Applejack is in the process of being trained, so we stay clear of her too! And Rarity just sobs when we open the door."
"But you've done such a good job with her and Nightmare Moon saves all the other mares for higher ranking officers We just... We just..."
>He's really frightened. A small part of you feels disgusted that this cowering creature is part of the royal guard.
>But more so than that, you're angry. Angry that they're using your property. Angry that your slaves didn't tell you. Angry that these guards don't fear you enough to stop this from happening. Angry at yourself for not figuring it all.
>But most of all, you're angry at the unicorn standing right in front of you.
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"Please! Please have mercy. I have a sister to take care of."
>You take a stabilizing breathe and exhale.
"Mercy."
"Oh... Oh Queen Moon, thank you. Thank you. Oh thank you."
"Not for you. For your sister. I've just had to sort through a million ideas on how to handle this. And believe me. I am about to show mercy to whatever family you possess."
>He's confused. And scared again. Wow, his hooves are quite literally shaking.
>Good.
"What... What are you going to do."
"Names first."
>His head darts back and forth, like he's he's afraid his comrades will hear his betrayal."
"Names! Now. How many?"
>He begins to stutter on his words again.
"Well... Well I know three for sure. There might be two others. But! But I know the guy who started it. He's in my platoon. Oh Celestia, don't kill me!"
"Celestia's gone remember? But no. No. I won't kill you. Do as I say though. I don't care how, but you bring me every single pony who has touched my property. And believe me, I will figure out if you leave anypony out.."
"Yes.. Ah. Yes! Done. Done! Just wait here. I'll... No. Um. Where do you want me to bring them?"
"We have a seldom used mess hall down the corridor. The smaller one. One hour. Go. Now GO!"
>He trips over himself running away.
>In your anger, you've forgotten that Pinkie was with you through the whole ordeal.
"Master? What's happening. I don't understand. Did they hurt Fluttershy You seem really mad. Are...?
>You don't look down as you silence her with a scratch behind her ears..
"Yes. But they won't again. This I can promise you."
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>Pinkie lets out a small whine.
"Master... You're scaring me. Are you going to hurt them back? He looked awfully sorry and..."
>You force a smile.
"Pinkie. I have to do some... certain things to protect you fillies. Right now, I'm the only thing keeping you six safe. You won't always understand my methods, but I ask that place your trust in me."
She looks at you uncertainly, but steels herself at a moment.
"Applejack trusts you... And. And the others do too right? That's all I need. Besides you're so fun to be around. I want to have that fun all the time."
"Good girl, now lets go see Fluttershy."
>As you lead her across the hall, you notice she keeps pace much closer to you than she did before.
>She timidly keeps looking out of the corner of her eye.
"Pinkie. Nobody's going to come after you while I'm here. I promise."
"Ha! I wasn't scared. I was just... helping you keep an eye out!"
>You smile inwardly.
"Alright."
>You open Fluttershy's door to see her curled into a ball in the corner of the room, resting on a makeshift bed of sheets.
>She looks up and when she sees you, smiles timidly.
"Fluttershy, what's wrong with your bed?"
>She gets up, walks over, and plops herself down at your feet.
"I like the corner better..."
>She lets out the smallest gasp you've ever heard.
"Pinkie..."
"Hi Fluttershy. You are sure are weird. You want to sleep on the floor rather than a bed?"
>She doesn't answer, but instead looks up at you. Her eyes hold pure joy.
"I told you if you were good, I'd let you see your friends. And you've been especially good."
>She lets out a tiny squeal.
"But before you two play. I've heard some... things I'd like you to clarify.
>She nods obediently.
"The guards."
>She shrinks down to nothingness.
"Why didn't you tell me?
>She begins to shake into your leg.
"Pet, I asked you a question.
>She whimpers.
"Alright then."
>You twist your body and make for the door, but Fluttershy clings tightly to your leg.
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"I'm sorry. I'msorry. I'msorrysorrysorry. I thought you knew. I thought you knew~."
>You stop and turn back around.
"Did they say that?
>She begins to shrug like she doesn't know, but stops and shakes her head instead.
"Then why did you assume that?
>Her answer is to start rubbing her face against your shins.
"Fluttershy...?"
>It comes out more of a growl than you intend and she quickens the pace of her rubbing.
>She works herself into a frenzy but just suddenly stops.
"I just thought... I didn't question. I just thought it was what you wanted."
>Damn. You realize the blame partly lies with you. You've been so busy with breaking the others, you haven't had time to train her properly.
>But she can't know that. She'll get her first lesson today.
"Pet, if I want you to do something, you will know it. I will tell you at some point. I may not repeat myself, but I will make my desires known."
>She begins rubbing her face against you again.
"Now tell me. How many?"
>She stops.
"...five..."
>Alright. You feel a little bit better. You were letting your imagination run wild for a moment. The dissension against you isn't as big as you thought.
>For a moment you had pictured whole platoons showing up.
>But the happiness dissipates into anger as you realize five is still a lot and you get to meet them in less than an hour.
>Fluttershy renews her rubbing.
>Your attention shifts downward. Right now she needs you more. You can't stay long, but you have enough time for a small game.
>You gently push her head back and make your way over to her little nest.
"Fluttershy come here. Pinkie you too."
>Pinkie, seemingly oblivious to the mood you just created, bounces over happily.
>Fluttershy follows much more meekly.
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>You sit down and call Pinkie over, taking a couple of moments to whisper into her ear.
>She looks at you anxiously, but nods her head and moves to the bed instead.
"Now Fluttershy, if I were to say choose between me and Pinkie, whom would you choose?"
>Her ears flatten and she glances between the two of you.
"But... I... You. Always you."
>You pull her body into your lap and situate her just so.
"Good. I'm glad to hear that Fluttershy. Now close your eye. Don't open them and don't move."
>She obeys and you begin to massage her rear, not making a move to touch anything. You just simply rub and pet her.
"OOOwww!" Pinkie begins to yell in distress.
>Fluttershy starts to turn her head towards the commotion but stops as you bring your hand down roughly on her backside.
>Whap!
"I said not to move remember?"
>Her ears had perked up at the sounds, but they fold back down as you correct her.
>Dutifully she turns back to the position you seated her in.
>Pinkie continues to moan and cry as you continue to massage Fluttershy.
"Fluttershy. Why aren't you helping me? Fluttershyyy."
>She begins to fidget in your lap again.
>Whap!
>You bring down another blow to her ass.
>She mewls and straightens up again.
>Do ponies have no common sense? Surely this has to be obvious to her what you're doing.
>Pinkie goes quiet for a few seconds and then lets out an ear piercing squeal causing Fluttershy to instinctively react. 
>Whap!
>You guess not.
>She takes her spankings like a good girl though and doesn't flinch away.
>It seems like the third time has charmed her , because no matter how loud Pinkie gets she doesn't move.
>After 5 minutes of this, your ears begin to hurt and you think it's time to call the game off.
>You pull Fluttershy into a gentle kiss that she timidly accepts.
"Now open your eyes and look at your friend."
>She does and finds Pinkie apathetically hanging from the bed.
"Sheesh. About time. My throats getting soar!"
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>Fluttershy turns her back to her friend and begins nuzzling herself against your leg.
"I'm not a dolt. I knew she was fine. But... But everytime she screamed part of me was scared... The first three times she cried wolf, but what if it really does come on the fourth time?"
"Then you put your faith in me to save her Fluttershy. Only me."
>She sighs into your side.
"You're right. Always right. Always..."
>You spend a few moments letting her rub herself against you, before you stand and begin towards the door. You have business to take care of.
"Pinkie. Wait for me in your room while I go handle that... situation we were discussing earlier."
"Can't I stay with Fluttershy? We have so much to catch up on! I'd really..."
>You shoot her a glance and she quickly shuts up.
"No. You're right. Ha. haha. She needs to... rest?"
>You nod and lead her to her room but she puts her hoof in the way before you manage to close the door on her.
"Master are you... a good guy?"
>You don't know the answer to that.
"The best, Pinkie."
>She nods.
"You do some weird things at times and it always confuses me and I think my friends are in trouble but they always seem to be happy in the end. And all I really want are my friends to smile. I wasn't so sure at first. But now I'm positive! I'll follow whatever you want to do."
"At times it may seem like I'm hurting them. At times I may hurt you. But I promise after there will always be smile."
>It just may only be you smiling.
>You close the door and head down the corridor to see Nightmare Moon. You're the beast she can buy with debauchery and vice right? Well, it's time you cash in.
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>A guard directs you to Nightmare Moon's personal chambers.
>It's late and she's done with her royal duties for today.
>You're disturbing fear made flesh on her off hours...
>But nevertheless you continue onward. You've set things in motion that you can't back out of.
>As you approach the ornate door leading into her chambers, you begin to hear terrible pleading cries.
>And another unknown voice calls out in agony followed by the sound of vomit hitting the floor.
>Shit... whatever is happening in there, you really do not want to be a part of it.
>You stand at the doorway fretting over your decision. 
>Another blood curdling scream. It's far more pain filled than anything you've ever done.
>Welp, there's your answer.
>As you turn to walk away, you hear the door open behind.
>Your heart drops through your stomach and bile rises into your throat. This is what true fear feels like. This is true trepidation.
>But as you stand frozen in place, your only thought is: If you die... will your slaves be killed as well?
"Oh Servant. Why have you come to visit me so late?"
>Nighmare Moon's voice isn't sweet, but there's no malice in it. There's no feeling that she wants to harm you.
>You turn around to greet your master.
>And ignore her completely as you catch glimpses of the scene unfurling behind her.
>She follows your gaze into the room.
"Ah. They were being bad ponies I'm afraid, working on spell that would free my sister. They actually completed it too. Thank goodness my spies caught them in time."
"Still. It worries me. If these ponies can uncover this spell. How long before the next will? And if I quell the rebellion there, how long before the next? Or the next? I tell you subject, I don't think I'll rest easy unless I can solve this matter once and for all."
>You have no words for her. The scene behind her is too horrifying to really comprehend her ramblings"
"Ahem. Did you need something?"
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>Did you need something? Yeah... Yeah you did. But fuck if you can remember what it was now.
"Beast... I'm kind of in the middle of something."
>Yeah. Yeah you see that.
>Think. You wanted her to do something. For you... because of your slaves. Because of Fluttershy. Because of the guards using Fluttershy. The guards!
"The guards!"
"My guards? Yes what about them?"
>You stand taller.
"My property was touched. I've gathered the culprits into a room and I want them punished. Five in all."
"Ah is that all? These things are nothing to me. Do what you want."
>She turns to leave but stops.
"Tell me creature, how are your slaves doing?"
"I only have one left. Though it could technically be one and a half... and another half."
"My ears are very sensitive. I could hear one screaming just a little bit ago. You seem to have a talent for this. Unfortunately I break anypony I toy with."
"I think you'll make it through your one and a half and a half in no time. So tell me... could you break my sister?"
>Can you break the shimmering one thousand year old goddess who raises and lowers the sun...?
"I... I actually think so."
"Hm... Forget your normal duties and see me tomorrow brute."
>She turns to walk away."
"Wait. The guards. I don't..."
"Oh them?"
>Screams erupt from somewhere down the hall."
"They're being castrated as we speak. I'll deal with them later. They'll make pretty little mares. Don't you think? This whole mess started because the lower guards didn't have any good holes to fuck right? They can have these. I'll send them along with regards from you."
"Wait... I never said anything about that. How did you know?"
>She smiles and turns back into her room, leaving you alone.
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>You don't move. You don't think. You just stare are the decorative door leading to Nightmare Moon's room.
>A scream erupts from the room.
>Time to go.
>You slowly make your way back to your room taking small deliberate steps.
>When you reach your door, you find can't bring yourself to actually open it. You just lean forward pressing your forehead against the hard surface.
>You're disgusted with yourself. Now that the fear has subsided, all that's left is the vile knowledge that you aren't powerful enough to control the flow of events happening around you.
>That has to change. Somehow, that has to change. You refuse to be scared again.
>Your disgust to turns to anger as you begin to wrack your thoughts on the 'how;' but all you manage to do is work yourself into a state of agitation. Luckily for you, you have a release for that.
>You turn and make your way to Rarity's room.
>Upon opening the door you find her snuggled under the sheets, not a single wrinkle visible.
"Rarity. Wake up and greet your master."
>Her eyes rip open and she looks at your fearfully.
>She's still groggy and doesn't quite grasp the situation. Carefully she makes her way out of the bed, trying to keep it tidy.
>The thought actually annoys you.
"Now Rarity."
>She squeaks and rushes, crinkling up her clean bed as she does.
>She crawls her way over and deposits herself at your feet.
"I've just been dealing with some very unpleasant matters, that I would like to hear your thoughts on."
>She nods.
"Mainly I want to know why you didn't tell me guards were coming in here trying to force themselves on you."
>She answers quickly enough.
"I... I just thought. It was... That is to say..."
>Not that she's coherent.
>She keeps stuttering over her words trying to excuse herself.
>You clench your fist and her eyes shrink to pinpricks.
"Oh. Oh please. Please. I've been a good mare. See? I know my place. I just didn't. This one time I thought. I don't..."
>She begins to cry.
"Please don't hurt me master!"
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"Disgusting."
"I *hic* am. I'm whatever you say I am. *hic* Just please don't... Do~on't...
>Not her... you.
>You were just so angry. But even though she's a scapegoat, she's not a punching bag. And if beat her everytime you want to relieve stress, you'll most likely end up with a useless pone good for nothing except beatings.
>She's muttering incoherently into your legs now.
>Your unclench your balled fist and place your hand on top of her head.
"I'm glad you remember your place Rarity. I was honestly thinking you had forgotten for a moment."
"Never. Never-ever-ever-ever."
>Your shoulders slump a bit as you force yourself to relax. You honestly didn't realize how rigid you were making your body. You were really gearing to hurt the pone...
>You take a deep breathe and try to shift the mood.
"Rarity follow me to your bed."
>She keeps her head bowed the hole time, following your feet.
"Up rarity. On my lap like last time."
>She lets out a a strangled whine but obeys, shutting her eyes tight and burying her head into your side as she situates herself.
"I don't like the fact that you didn't tell me Rarity. I want you to come to me with anything that happens. Anything. You are mine remember? I won't stand for others mistreating you."
>She nods into your side.
>Whap!
>You bring your hand down on her rump, but there's no anger behind it now. It's a deliberate and controlled strike.
>She whines into your side but doesn't cry.
>Whap!
"30 Rarity. 20 for not telling me and 10 for making me repeat myself.
>Whap!
>She begins to nuzzle you trying to take her mind off the events taking place.
"Count them for me, Rarity."
>Whap! This one was a bit harder than the previous.
"Ah!. You're on number fo~ur!
>Much better. It won't do to let her escape into a dream world.
>Whap!
"Fi... Five.
>You make it all the way to 24 before Rarity begins to break into full sobs.
>Whap!
"Twenty *hic* Five.
>And you make number thirty a bit more memorable.
>WHAP!
"Thirty! Thirty master! Thirty!"
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>You gently caress her glowing red rump as her sobs begin to lessen.
"That's my girl. Soon we won't even need to do this. You're learning very well."
"I''m a *hic* good girl. I know my place..."
>You bite the inside of your cheek.
"Do you now... Alright then. Why don't you show me? Down on the floor and spread yourself where I can see you."
>She nods and obeys.
"Li... Like this?"
>She's made her way to the farther wall, using it to support her back as she spreads her legs open for you.
>She blushes and you can't you can't help but smile. You've used her as a toilet and she still gets embarrassed at showing herself to you.
"Yes exactly like that. Now stay put. I'll be right back. Don't. Move."
>You run off to fetch your little pink helper.
>You open her door to find her eying a plate of veggies vexingly
>She looks at you and perks up.
"Hey master! Did you finish... that thing you were taking care of?"
"I did Pinkie. You have nothing more to fear from them. And I didn't even have to hurt them.
>Well... you didn't.
"That's so great to hear! I told knew you were a good guy!"
>You change the subject.
"Is there something wrong with your food Pinkie?"
"Oh... It's fine really! It's just... the only thing the pretty maids give me are fresh vegetables and water. I mean how about a little variety! Maybe some..."
"If you continue to behave, I'll tell you what. I'll see about getting you something better. How does that sound?"
"Great!"
>You study the plate for a second.
"Well Pinkie. That's something to be dealt with later. Right now, Rarity wants to see you. And... bring that carrot"
>She bounces up and down in pure glee.
"Oh great! I've missed her ever so much! But what do we need with a carrot Master? Are we going..."
"You'll see Pinkie. Just come along now."
>She picks the carrot up with her mouth and follows in tow.
>With her mouth full she can't talk.
>You wonder silently to yourself if you've given her too much free room to talk or if you prefer her this way. You actually can't tell.
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>Pinkie begins to hum happily as she follows in your stead. The song is actually kind of contagious.
>As you hum along. you mentally slap yourself for thinking you want her to be quiet. It can get annoying at times, but it's more cute than obnoxious. And if she's content to follow you, why should you break her into something she's not.
>You want slave Pinkie. Not just slave Pinkie's body.
>Slave Pinkie... You know with as much energy as she showing you wonder just how many times you can make her cum before she blackouts.
>You imagine it's quite a lot...
>And you feel a bulge in pants as you begin to think on it. Luckily you're about to get some relief for that.
>You enter Rarity's room and find that she's still spreading herself on the wall.
>She turns to look at you, sees Pinkie, and lets out a high pitch squeal of embarrassment.
>But she doesn't move. 
"I've brought a guest Rarity. We going to have some fun together."
>You clap your hands together in delight as she closes her eyes and begins to shake her head back and forth.
>But she doesn't move.
"Pinkie go say hello to your friend," you say as you nudge her forward.
>She drops the carrot on the ground and goes check to on her friend.
"Hey Rarity! You look good. But what's wrong? You seem kind of... shaky."
>She looks over Pinkies shoulder for your response and you narrow your eyes.
"I'm. I'm fine Pinkie. Master here was just giving me a lesson. And... And I've learned it! So..."
>You gesture with your hands for her spread her legs wider. She's sniffless and obeys.
>Oh that's a good girl.
"Hey Pinkie, I think she wants you to play."
>Rarity nods and turns her head to the side, unwilling to watch the situation.
"Remember what you did for Applejack. Do it for Rarirty, Pinkie."
>She gives you her, what has to be at this point, signature 'I'm confused by this but I'll obey,' look.
>She touches her nose to Rarity's hole and gingerly begins to lick.
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>You're surprised at just how good Pinkie is at this.
>It doesn't even take a minute before the first whine of pleasure comes from Rarity's mouth.
>Pinkie picks up on the cue and renews her effort with energy.
>Another mewl of pleasure and Rarity steadies herself to open her eyes.
>But she can only glance at her friend licking her soft hole for a few seconds before she's overtaken with embarrassment and shuts them right back.
>It's alright, she'll pay for it shortly.
>Another couple of minutes pass and she's really starting to leak juices.
>Pinkie begins to make a small slurping noise as she indulges in her activity.
>More time passes and more mewls of pleasure
>You think it's time for your own fun
"Pinkie, hold on."
>She looks up from her work and a bit of Rarity's arousal drips from her face.
>You bend down to whisper in the white mare's ear.
"When we first met, I told you you aren't even worthy of smelling my cock. That's still true. But I have something else I think you'll like.
>You pick up the carrot and hold it in front of her face.
>She opens her eyes and lets a strangled sob.
"Don't worry, you'll like it I promise."
>Another cry and she clenches her eyes back closed and nods.
>You push Pinkie out of the way and take her position, except you won't use your tongue...
>As you slide the tip in, Rarity's whole body begins to clench.
>But with hiss from you, she releases the tension.
>You slowly work it inside, using her own wetness as lubricant.
>When you reach the halfway point she begins to really squirm and fight, her breathes become ragged.
>You start to move it now. With a rigid phallus, you can twist it and stretch her in ways a normal penis wouldn't be able to begin to reach.
"Bear with it Rarity. It always hurts your first time."
"It feels reallllly super good though. You'll see Rarity," Pinkie chimes in.
>As you stretch her back and forth a small bit of blood flows down the side and stickies up your hand.
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>You feel a small sadistic bit of pleasure at having taken the mare's virginity with a carrot.
>And your glee isn't short lived as you see she's actually starting to enjoy it.
>Her ragged breathes once denouncing pain, are now more light and stable.
>With a sharp intake of air and a small squeak of pleasure, she musters the courage open her eyes.
"I'm glad you could join us Rarity," you say as you continue to work her pussy with your improvised sex toy.
>A bright red blush is covering her entire face.
"I... I think... It feels weird. But I think..."
>She lets out a small moan.
"You think what... Rarity?"
"I think I like being watched!"
>Huh?
"Please... Please Pinkie! Watch as master works my... my...
>She doesn't quite have the courage to finish the sentence, but Pinkie picks up and responds anyway.
"Sure Rarity! I told you you'd like it after a while. It takes a bit but doesn't it feel just the best? I've... never tried it with a carrot... but you seem to like it so I''m happy!"
>You allow yourself a smug smile at this new turn of events. But you don't let up as you continue to wildly work the object in and out of her pussy.
>Suddenly a pressure grips your makeshift phallus and Rarity lets out a small gurgle.
"Pinkie. Please watch! I'm... I'm...! Augh!"
>Her body convulses and she slumps down to the ground.
>You take your hand away, letting the carrot dangle loosely from her cunt.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Rarity, but now it's master's turn."
>You call Pinkie and over and find to your delight that's she's become wet from watching you.
>Positioning yourself in a 'just so' position, you mount her from behind.
"Rarity. Come here and clean your master's asshole.
>She's still panting slightly, but at your words she looks up alarmed.
"What..."
>She doesn't finish her sentence when she sees the glare on your face.
"...ever you say master."
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>You slip your manhood inside Pinkie and she lets out a tiny squeal of delight.
>You can't say you're too displeased yourself.
>Her warm hole grips you nicely as you begin to shake your hips back and forth.
>You slowly shake your ass back in forth, looking back to see if Rarity has taken the hint.
>She has, but she can't bring herself to actually begin.
"Rarity..." you growl.
>She doesn't respond for a few seconds and you think you may have to revisit her lessons.
>But ultimately she gives in and slowly sticks out her tongue
>She barely touches it to your puckered hole before she quickly retracts and squeaks her displeasure.
>But she doesn't wait for you to correct as she plunges back down.
>Gentle at first, just slowly licking. She's not even really moving her tongue. She kind of just moves her head and lets it follow.
>She stops again
"Does it... Does it feel good?"
"Yes, it does Rarity."
"Then... I'm glad. I'm happy to be used like this if... if it... if it makes you feel good."
>She steals her resolve before she plunges back down.
>Her wet tongue is a lot more active now, searching for every crevice and finding every little spot.
>You continue your thrusting on Pinkie as she does.
>The feeling is amazing. Your body is surrounded by warm, wetness.
>Pinkie begins to squeal in delight as you feel her muscles begin to flex and contract around your cock.
"OOOoooh, Is it really alright? You aren't letting lose inside me like you did last time? Do I hold it in?
"No, you go ahead. I have something else in mind."
>Another squeal and after 10 seconds a screaming moan.
"Ha. ah. Ha. ah... Amazing!"
>Through all the commotion, Rarity continues diligently."
>But you push her off as you pull out of Pinkie.
>Turning around to face her, you order to open her mouth.
>She obeys.
>You slowly work your cock in front of her, jacking off and bringing yourself to completion.
>You begin to feel your loins tingle and your seed rise.
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>You bend over and grab her head, and careful not to actually let your cock touch her, you spray yourself into her mouth.
>A small bit dribbles down onto her face, but she keeps it open waiting for her next orders.
"Swallow."
>It takes her two tries and she gags a bit, but she manages to finish.
>She is certainly not going to like this next part.
"Everything I give you is a gift Rarity. So don't you dare spill a drop of your master's gift, alright?"
>She whimpers and nods.
"Good then open again.
>She obeys and a bit sperm that didn't quite make it into her mouth trickles down.
>Before it falls, she laps hungrily at it.
>You wait a moment while she cleans her face, her tongue reaching around, grasping and checking.
>Before her tongue makes it back into her mouth, you unleash a stream of urine into her gaping hole.
>She makes a slight retching noise and her eyes tear a little, but otherwise she holds strong.
>It only takes a little bit to fill her mouth, before you have to clench off. 
"Now swallow."
>It takes several tries, but she manages.
>You let loose another stream.
>She lets out a more powerful retch this time and you honestly think she isn't gong to be able to handle it.
>But she steals herself and manages to get the second load down as well.
>She does just well for the third, fourth, and fifth
>At number six, you feel yourself finally becoming drained.
>She's become quite good and manages with ease.
>Stealing herself for another load she finds you putting your cock away in your pants.
"Did... Did I do good today master?
>You put your hand on top of her head.
"Yes. You did. I think you deserve a reward in fact. Let me go escort Pinkie back to her room and I'll sleep here with you tonight.
>She nods happily and lets loose a yawn.
>Oh her breathe is foul now...
"Two things before I get back. One: Brush your teeth and two..."
>You nod at the forgotten carrot in the corner.
"Never waste food. I expect you to finish that carrot."
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>This had to be the longest day since you came to Equestria.
>Fuck, that's cutting it short. Today was the longest day of your life.
>Who knew becoming the servant to a tyrannical and malicious God-Queen who is currently keeping the world in eternal night could be so taxing on the body.
>You sigh and put Pinkie to bed, and with her resting comfortably, return to Rarity.
>Opening the door you find her tidying up the room. She's straightened the bed back up and is in the process of wiping Pinkie's and her wet stains off the floor.
>And the carrots gone.
>You smile and click your tongue, making her look up in slight agitation.
"Clean it up tomorrow. Tonight, sleep in your filth to commemorate you finally understanding your place.
>She straightens her back and nods solemnly.
>A bit dramatic, the stains are barely more than smudges on the floor. But to Rarity they might as well be giant solid black blotches on an otherwise pristine white marble.
"Good girl. Now come here.
>Slipping into bed, you take mind to wrinkle the sheets as much as you can.
>You slide down enough ways that Rarity can enter comfortably at the head of the bed but not so much that she can actually lay down as you're meant to.
>With a few mewls of uncertainty she finally realizes that you want her to lay horizontally.
>After she's finished positioning herself, you lay your head on the soft part of her belly. Tonight she'll be your pillow.
>Having her literally sleep at your feet seemed like a good idea last time, but all it really ended up doing was putting you into an uncomfortable position for 8 hours.
>And isn't your pleasure ultimately what's most important?
>Her breathing is bit erratic at first, but after a few minutes she syncs herself to you and it becomes a gentle lull.
 >Your eyes flutter downward and you can feel yourself being pulled into sleep.
>Right as you reach the precipice, you hear Rarity mumble:
"Thank you master..."
>And unconsciousness takes you with a smile on your face.
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>Unfortunately you aren't woken with a blowjob, but by the irritating sound of a rooster crowing somewhere.
>You're in a castle. Where the fuck is there a rooster at?
>Groggily you rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock.
>The numbers blur together in your vision and you can't quite make it out.
>A seven becomes a nine becomes a five before settling on twelve.
>Wait...
>Twelve? Twelve, noon twelve?
>You rip yourself out of bed and force your eyes to focus on the clock harder.
>It is unmistakeably noon. A minute after to be specific.
>Of all the dumb shit you think you could have done, being late when Nightmare Moon specifically told you to see her has to take the cake.
>Ignoring Rarities scared questions, you rush down to your room.
>Briefly registering Applejack still stuck in her stockade you begin to strip.
>You take a second to consider letting her out. Yes, the maids to attend to her, but spending two full days immobile cannot be healthy. How long does atrophy take to set it again? Fuck, this is shit you should really know.
>12:06
>That's a thought for when you aren't about to be murdered though. She'll manage just fine.
>Pulling on some simple street attire, you lightly race toward... you don't even know where she wants you to meet her.
>Alright. Stop. This is getting you nowhere. You'll just walk out into the hall, casually stroll towards the throne room, and... there: a guard.
"Greeting soldier, where can I find Nightmare Moon," your heart is pounding and your palms are sweaty, but you maintain an aura of composure.
>He stands straighter and begins a salute without making eye contact.
"Sir, She's expecting you in Her personal reading room room. Sir."
>This is new. You've always garnered respect, but this is downright reverence.
"Thank you soldier, but I'm afraid I actually don't know where that is. Can you take me there?"
>He still refuses to put down his hoof or meet your gaze.
"Sir, it's an honor, Sir. Anything you want Sir.
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>Following closely behind, you can't help but like the admiration he's giving you.
>Though, you wonder just how long he will continue to obey once Nightmare Moon starts ripping off limbs...
>You're so wrapped up in your miserable worry, you don't even realize he's stopped.
"Ahem. Sir! As you've ordered, I've led you to Nightmare Moon's personal reading room. If this stallion can be of any more use, just let him know. Sir!"
>He's saluting again.
"No, you're fine. Run along."
>He begins to trot off, but as he rounds a corner you hear rapid hoof beats signaling he's started into a full sprint. 
>You take a few moments to survey the closed door. But try as you might, you can't justify staring more than a minute. It's a door. There's nothing special about it and any longer and it's quite obvious you're standing here out of fear.
>There's no screaming. That's a good sign. So you steal your resolve, take a deep breathe and turn the handle.
>To find Nightmare Moon casually reading a book.
"Ah, you've arrived.minion. Good. Good."
>No malice. No anger. It almost seems like she was just casually waiting for you to arrive.
>As the elation of not having things torn off dies down, you begin to feel slightly annoyed that she isn't angrier.
>It's irrational, but a part of you feels a person in her position should demand a little bit more respect. You certainly wouldn't have let this slide without SOME sort of punishment.
>But even as you think that, you know it's not right. She certainly commands respect at all other times. Why is she acting different now. Towards you?
"Alright puppet, this is your show. We called you here specifically so we didn't have to end up fatally mutilating... our sister. It seems deep down Luna is beginning to grow agitated with me. If I kill Celestia, she may grow angry enough to really fight back."
"But like we said yesterday, it simply cannot go on like this. So savage, we defer to you. Make us proud."
>You swear she nearly cooed the words.
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>Your mind races with a thousand ideas, almost too many. Each one has merit and each one is fitting in its own way.
>But in the end, there is only way proper way to handle a goddess.
"I know what I want to do."
"Great ogre, I knew you would. Shall we begin?"
>You nod in readiness.
>Nightmare Moon closes her eyes and begins humming an emotive melody. Slow at first, but steadily picking up tempo.
>After 3 minutes, the notes begin to blur together and the harmony becomes wild. When she reaches what feels like the peak... she just stops.
>And nothing happens.
>She looks at you and winks.
"I just wanted a bit of flair. All I have to really do is: I release the seal!"
>A bright light engulfs the room. It feels like you're staring at the surface of the sun.
>You close your eyes, but the light penetrates deep.
>Slowly it begins to die down, though it takes a bit longer for your vision to return.
>When your eyes adjust again, you see Princess Celestia lying on the floor bound in glowing red chains, complete with a red ball gag in her mouth. She looks at her sister in sadness before switching to look at you confusion.
"Now troll. It's your time to shine. Show me what you can do!"
>You walk over to Celestia and bow.
"My Princess of the Sun. You've only been gone a few days. But a lot has happened. Revolutions have been put down with violence and carnage. Crops are begun to wither in the field due to lack of sunlight. Ponies have been taken in and made pleasure slaves."
>Celestia's eyes hold pure sorrow.
"And through it all, I remain a loyal subject to the tyrant. Right now, I have broken 5 of your subjects. Fragile things, so scared of letting their friends be hurt. So scared of being hurt themselves."
>Her sorrowful eyes turn to loathing.
"Please let me explain myself before you get upset. At first I thought I was coerced into this. I justified my actions as just being afraid of Nightmare Moon. But as I broke each pone in turn, I realized something: I enjoy this."
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>You put your hand on her shining mane and begin run your fingers through.
"Let me tell you a story Celestia. Once there was a lonely human posting on a message board. He didn't really care about your world. It was all fantasy to him. But he enjoyed the innocence and simple humor of it."
"But more than that he enjoyed the corruption of that innocence. It was all one big joke to him, you see."
"One day without really understanding the how or why he was thrust into a fight he didn't comprehend. And while he pleaded and stumbled trying to explain he meant no harm, nopony listened."
"Eventually he was given what he didn't even know he wanted. And the six little ponies who hadn't listened became his to play with."
"One just wanted to be loved, so he provided and she broke."
"One was so uppity and haughty. She was so sure nothing in the world would hurt her. He taught her her place and she accepts it willingly."
"One refused to let her friends get hurt, and with only just the tiny bit of fear became loyal to him. She'll get a nice reward later."
"One thinks its a game. But she's learned not to question his words and she's happier for it.
"One is still waiting release as we speak. She'll get it... one of these days. But currently she's ever so thankful to that human for her state of constant and never ending arousal."
"There is a sixth too. She'll get her lessons soon. But there are only so many hours in a day, I'm afraid."
>The chains have lost their glimmer and have begun to settle into a dull grey sheen.
>You take your fingers out of her mane and pry the gag from her mouth.
"But right now there's you Celestia. A new plaything. A new joke."
>She coughs and licks her lips, moistening them.
"You poor mortal. Don't you see how the Nightmare is corrupting you as well? This isn't you. You don't want to hurt anypony. Please untie me. Any wrong doing you've done can be undid. All you have to do is loosen my binds and I'll save you! I'll save everypony! Just loosen my binds..."
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>You slide your hand underneath the chains, slowly curling your fingers around the girth.
>The metal is soft and pliable in your grip. You look at Celestia questioningly.
"They aren't solid human, they're only made of magic. Yes, I know what you are and I know that you and magic are like oil and water. It should be nothing for you to break these bonds."
>You gently squeeze and feel the metal conform to your grip. When you let up, finger sized dents remain.
>You quite literally control the fate of Equestria in your hands.
"And my crimes Celestia? What of them?"
>She's quiet and refuses to meet your gaze.
"You know, I never finished my story. It took me a bit, but I realized something. Sometimes my thoughts aren't my own. They masquerade as mine and I know them like I know my own skin. But they aren't mine."
"It's as if a hundred voices are calling out to me in a whisper. Each one wants something different from me, and each want is more vile than the last. And while I've fought hard against them, I'm afraid the more they talk, the more I start to like what they say."
>Celestia lifts her head to finally look at you. Her eyes are filled with pity.
"From what you've said, you have done some... terrible things human. But I will do my best to make sure you will receive fair treatment for your crimes."
"No absolution then? No mercy from the one who is most merciful?"
"Doing what is right will be your salvation, human. I can't forgive what you did."
>You release the chain and stand.
"Then salvation be damned!"
>With as much force as you can muster you bring your foot into her stomach.
>And another. And another.
>She bows her head and closes her eyes, not letting so much as a whimper escape.
"I'll humble you Celestia, just like I did the others. I'll find your weakness and I'll exploit it. I'll make you mine and worst of all I'll make you enjoy being mine."
"Remember that sixth little pone I told you about? The one I haven't touched yet? Would you like to know her name?
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>Still no response
"Nothing to say? I'm not going to give you an ultimatum, you know. Her freedom for your obedience? I'll have both. And unfortunately I'm going to have to hurt somepony now."
>She looks away as you get up to call for a guard.
>No time passes before you hear rapid hoofbeats and a guard answers your call.
"Bring me the horn of Twilight Sparkle. Break it or saw it off if you must. But be quick!"
"NOOO!"
>You hold your hand up as a signal for the guard to wait.
"No? My dear Celestia. I told you this isn't an ultimatum. And you certainly don't get to say no. But I am curious. Would you have been so passionate if it had been somepony other than your student?"
>No answer.
"Despicable. You would let another pone get mutilated for your pride. But if they're close to you, then it becomes unacceptable? And you call yourself a ruler."
>You shoo the guard away and turn back to Celestia.
"I want you to learn something about yourself tonight Celestia, so I'm going to give you three choices. I'll take Twilight's horn or 20 horns from your subjects below, chosen at random of course. Or... I can have your horn."
>Her body betrays herself and she lets a tear escape.
"I can't... I can't give up my powers. Please don't ask me too. Who will raise the sun? Who will protect the kingdom? Who will save... everypony."
>Her voice trails off
"Then don't pick yourself Celestia, I've given you two acceptable other options to choose from."
>She looks away ashamed.
"I don't expect an answer tonight. I'll be back in the morning. Take your time to decide dear Princess"
>You snarl the last part and turn your attention to Nightmare Moon who is gleefully watching the situation unfold.
"We're done for the day. Keep her isolated, and let nopony talk to her. Not guards, not servants, not even you should engage her right now."
>She nods happily and you take your leave.
>A ruler must be pragmatic. The very fact that she has to even consider this is proof she isn't fit to rule.
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>When you step out into the hallway, you sigh and stretch your limbs.
>The first step is done, but it will be a long journey to bring her under your control. She is a 1000 year old Goddess of the Sun after all.
>Still, you're elated at ease of which your plans fell into place. With all her acquired wisdom, she still couldn't recognize the duplicity in your statement.
>There are no mornings any more.
>Oh, she'll still be held to the decision, but it'll come on slightly different terms than she thinks.
>You moisten your lips and smile.
>Right now though, you think it's time you let off some steam with one of your slaves.
>You head back to the chambers of your little pets. Stopping in the hallway before the six rooms, you try to decide who gets your attention today.
>You realize you haven't played with Rainbow Dash in a while. And she still needs a reward for the loyalty she showed you.
>You open a door. Rainbow Dash it is.
>You walk in just in time to see her jump off her bed, do a partial somersault, fail, and smash her back against the floor. Her head hits the floor with a sickening crack.
"Fucking Hell. Are you trying to kill yourself?"
>You walk over and pick her up. Rubbing her head, you feel the beginnings of a small knot. Nothing too serious and no blood.
>She looks up with a pouty expression.
"No... And I wasn't trying to fly neither. I just wanted a little excitement in here. It's so boring!"
"Good because you aren't allowed to do either without my expressed consent."
>She actually gives a small chuckle.
"Alright Rainbow. I came in here today because I heard some things I want to hear your side on."
>She nods attentively
"What happened when the guards came in here the other day?"
>She looks unsure at first, but stands proud after composing herself
"He tried to... like you did that one day. But I said no and fought back. Even with my wings tied, I fought back! I gave myself to you. And you are the only one I'm going to allow to touch me!"
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"Is that so?"
"Yeah! That's so. Only... you."
>Her voice begins to trail off and she looks a bit unsure, like she's curious at the words coming form her own mouth.
>Best not let her have too long to think on that.
"Good girl. You did me proud today. I told you before, I can benevolent. I think you deserve a reward."
>Her unease dissipates and she swishes her tail back and forth in happiness.
"Really? What is it?"
>You undo her wing harness and gently take one into your hand, massaging the stiff appendage.
"Oh..."
>Rainbow's eyes flutter a bit and she lets a happy murmur escape.
>You slowly work the the skin underneath, digging your hands and working your way slowly outward.
"Straighten your wing for me."
>She obeys instantly, extending her wing as far as it will go. It's actually quite impressive. You didn't realize how big it could get.
>Running your hands along the length, you smooth down her ruffled feathers. Ever so carefully, you put each individual one back into its proper position.
>Well you have no real idea if 'down' is their proper position, but Rainbow doesn't seem to mind.
>When the wing you're working on looks to be in pretty good shape, you begin work on the other. You take as much care as you did the first time, working the stiff tissue underneath first before you move on.
"This feels really good master. It's been really driving me crazy that I haven't been able to groom them properly."
>And now straightening the feathers.
"And you're really good at this. You don't have wings. How do you know how to position them properly?"
>Well, it isn't that hard of concept; pat them down and make them flow evenly in one direction. In truth, you didn't even think you were doing anything special. Isn't it just common sense not to have perpendicular feathers?
"Because I know how to take care of my pets."
>She lets out another satisfied sigh but at the same time shifts her legs uncomfortable.
"Master... I think... I think I'm getting horny.
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>You ignore her words and continue your work.
"Master, did you hear me? I think I'm..."
>You firmly swat her rump and she lets out a squeak.
>Giving no other acknowledgement that you've heard her words, you get up to pilfer her tiny bathroom.
>She makes a move to join you, but stops short when you hold your palm up.
>Lets see, you actually have no idea what you're looking for. But surely there's something...
>She isn't allowed much, but she has all the basics. There's simple hygiene products, a few miscellaneous things you can only assume are necessary for ponies only, and... ah.
>You pick up a small vial of oil and examine it.
>'For use as a protectant on fur, hair, and feathers.'
>Perfect. You really should reward the maids who take care of your pets in your absence. 
>Returning, you seat yourself besides Rainbow once again and begin to work the oil into her wings.
"This... This feels weird. I don't normally use oil. I like powder. But if you think this is better..."
>Shit, maybe you made a mistake. You actually have no idea if oil is better than powder.
"It's better, trust me."
>She nods happily.
>After the oil is spread as thin and evenly as you can manage, you notice a small shimmer as the light catches them just right.
"Alright Rainbow, try them out. Make a loop around your room for me."
>There is absolutely no uncertainty as she obeys your command.
>She stretches her wings out and takes off, racing around the room with acrobatic style.
>She slows down when she comes full circle, but at your gesture makes another loop. And another. And another.
>After her twentieth time around, she slows down and lands next to you on the bed.
"They've never been this smooth before. Even cooped up in this room, I think I've moved faster than I've ever moved!"
>She's panting slightly, but her face holds pure delight.
"I told you Rainbow, I know how to take care of my pets."
>You really must find that maid and reward her.
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"This is the best!"
>You nod knowingly
>She extends her wings in a stretch and compacts them again as she nuzzles against your arm.
"I know I'll have to put the harness on again eventually, but today was fun. Next time do you think we could go outside?"
>You lift the arm she's nuzzling and wrap it around her neck gently.
"As long as you keep being a good girl."
>She sighs and nods happily.
>The intimacy of the moment is actually starting to make you excited.
>You are suddenly very thankful that your morality hasn't warped so far that you can only be turned on by using force.
>Gently coaxing Rainbow's behind upward, you maneuver your hand down to her nether region.
"You're still wet."
>She blushes and looks away.
"I... I told you I was. The way you worked my wings was... was very nice."
>Still resting your arm around her neck, you begin to invade her with your other hand.
>She lets out a little squeak like she honestly wasn't expecting it.
>You go slow at first, massaging the area. The first time you took her, you were rough and spiteful. Now you can choose to go a lot slower and more sensual.
>Rainbow seems to like your decision.
"Oh! Oh... Ah. Ha."
>She's coating your finger in fluids now.
>You slip a finger inside and she shudders.
>She begins to pant slightly as you begin to pry around her hole.
>Increasing your speed you begin to grow rougher, moving your finger in and out of her wetness with more energy.
>She's definitely the tightest of everybody you've tasted so far. Every time you pull out, she tries to suck your fingers back in.
>In the middle of a convulsion, you stop and remove your hand completely causing a small questioning whine.
>But she stops when sees the reason why.
>Pulling down your pants you show her your erect manhood.
>She reals back at first, remembering what happened the last time. But after a moment of consideration, she stops and turns around presenting herself to you.
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>You grab her tail with one hand and begin to position yourself with the other.
>Placing the tip at her entrance you slowly begin to work yourself in.
>But Rainbow lets out a small sob as you do. And not a happy one.
>It's not something that would normally keep you from your pleasure, but literally just a few minutes ago she was extremely sex crazed.
>Curious at the change of heart, you pull yourself out to investigate.
>You go to Rainbow's front and see that she's openly crying. She' stifled her sounds, but the tears are flowing freely.
>Noticing your curiosity, she lowers her head in shame.
"I was just supposed to be doing this to save my friends. But I'm actually enjoying it. I'm... I'm so disgusting!"
>Ah, so that's the problem. You did notice the looks of disquiet she was having earlier.
>You reach down and pull her into a hug.
"I have a reason for everything I do Rainbow."
>Mainly your pleasure...
"Your friends are fine right now. You've been good, they've been good. I can promise you they're quite happy as you are."
>Maybe not quite true for Twilight, but you didn't say ALL of her friends. And Twilight will come around eventually.
"Things are rather complicated right now I'm afraid. But understand this, everything I do, I do for you."
>You're actually beginning to believe this yourself. Each pone you've broken in turn has come around to fully enjoy serving you.
>Rainbow lets you embrace her for a few moments longer before she speaks.
"I understand... Thank you master. Please keep them safe... And me too."
>You give a final squeeze with your hug and make your back around.
>You aren't much for sappy moments and you still have an erection wanting release.
>This time, Rainbow swishes her tail out of the way herself giving you both hands free to steady yourself.
"I'm ready master. Please. Please do it like you did last time. I didn't want to say anything last time, but after the initial hurt... It was... It was really good!"
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>Grabbing her hips you slowly force your way inside, causing Rainbow to let out a soft pant.
>Her wetness coats you nicely,removing all resistance from your intrusion into her body.
>Working yourself into a steady rhythm, you feel her pussy start to grip you hungrily.
"Harder, master! Please fill me deeper!"
>You slap her ass roughly and plunge yourself to the hilt.
"Ahhh! Again! Please! Again master!"
>You bring your hand down on her rump sharply and she lets out a mewl of delight.
>Your body begins to make we slapping sounds as you put your whole force into grinding into her.
"Augh! Ahhh!"
>Rainbow is loudly moaning in pleasure.
>Another slap to her ass and another squeal of delight.
>When you realize you aren't creating enough force with your body, you grab her tail and use it to pull her back onto your cock whenever you pull out.
>She yelps in pain at the first pull, but quickly gets into it as you repeat the motion again and again.
>Another slap to her already reddening ass causes her pussy to tense up.
"Rainbow, don't you dare cum without me."
>All she can manage to do is nod in her hysteria as she continues her screams of pleasure.
>As you continue to fuck her wildly, you can occasionally feel her pussy tighten against you.
"Now... Now? Please now!?"
"Not yet Rainbow You'll know when. You'll get real good at telling when, trust me."
>Speaking of which...
"Oh... Oh! I can... I can feel something happening. It's... It's getting bigger. I can feel it getting bigger inside me. Is it? Are you about to...!?"
>You cut her off with and another slap to her ass and pull her all the way onto you cock, releasing your seed inside.
>As you pour yourself inside, you can feel her walls contact around you and she lets out a deafening shriek
>AAAH! AUGH! Ah. Ha. ha. ha..."
>Her hooves collapse and she falls to the ground, pulling you along with her.
>While still being connected, you wrap your arms around her mid.
"Thank you master."
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>You stay connected with Rainbow until you feel yourself shrink and involuntarily pull out.
>Finally unwrapping yourself, you stand and stretch your limbs.
>Rainbow chooses to stay on the floor.
>She shudders and looks up expectantly.
>But everything important has already been said and since you've had your pleasure; you just smile, give her a pat on the head, and leave her to reflect on the what just happened.
>In the hallway you allow yourself a chuckle.
>All the ponies submit so easily. You wonder if Celestia will provide a challenge once her breaking tribulations begins.
> And now that you've had your fun and Nightmare Moon has had enough time to tuck Celestia away, it's time to return to work.
>You seek out and find Nightmare Moon lounging in the throne room.
>When she spots you a smile comes across her face.
"Henchman, We love what you did with our sister. At your request, we have her confined to the dungeons. Nopony get in, she'll never get out! What may we ask is your next move though?"
>You give a courteous bow
"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. You have control over the night right? Does that mean you can enter people's dreams?"
>She doesn't even hesitate before answering.
"Certainly! I am the master of the night aren't I?"
"And if I give you some scenarios, can make them happen?
>Realization dawns on her face.
"Ah! We understand. And we're afraid not. We can't really control dreams. All we can do is enter them."
>Damn, the thoughts you had too.
"But... if two people are sleeping at the same time, we can combine their dreams. We cannot manipulate them, but we can allow you too.
>Oh. That's better, much better. You had initially just wanted to make sure she never had any relief from your training... to have her in a constant state of submission. But this, this opens so many more options.
"Wait, aren't I immune to magic?"
"We won't actually be using magic on you. Not directly anyway. It's difficult but allow us to explain."
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"Immune is a strong word. Magic just kind of avoids you... Remember the chain? It still felt solid in your grip, yes? We loved that part by the way; when she thought you were about to join her and you tore that hope to shreds. And then you kicked her!"
>She lets out a squeal of delight and you clear your throat in response.
"Ahem, yes. Well it's the same concept. All we will do is simply take the images from your mind and give them to Celestia and give her images to you. There won't be any direct interference."
>You smile and pretend like you understand.
"And the very fact that magic won't affect you is what will give you control. When we open the channel it would normally be a direct tunnel between the two, and the person with the strongest will, wins. But since our magic cannot affect you directly..."
"Her tunnel is blocked," you finish.
"Correct. And yours will be open. You will have complete control."
>That's... absolutely perfect. If you had this ability before, you could have done so much more with your pets.
>Then again it would have meant actually involving Nightmare Moon in your escapades.
>Huh... that thought would have terrified you before. But now you don't seem to mind.
"Alright, what do I need to do."
"Why, just be asleep at the same time she is of course. We can take care of the rest."
>You nod understandingly.
"And what if she wakes up?
"Oh monster, once the tunnel is active only the pone whose will is greater can choose when the two shall wake."
>She lets out another squeal of delight.
"What do you say about just staying asleep forever? You'll have all eternity to play with her and she'll never bother us again. We promise to keep your body safe."
>You furrow your brow and frown.
"No? Alright. Well, lets just keep that in our back pocket as a last resort shall we?"
>Your frown deepens but Nightmare Moon ignores it this time.
"We'll have her food drugged and she'll be asleep at midnight. Just be in dreamland by then."
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>Midnight. That's still 9 hours away. You can do a lot in 9 hours.
>Oh that reminds you.
"Nightmare, one more thing before I go. Whose the maid that takes care of my... pets when I'm not around.
>She looks at you apathetically.
"Her? Just some random Earth pone. The castle maids rebelled whenever we took over, so we had to replace the lot. We think her name is Octagon. Maybe she has eights breasts or something."
>She cackles at her own joke, but you don't find it particularly amusing.
"Alright, thank you Nightmare. I'll make sure to be asleep at midnight. But right now, I'll take my leave."
>She nods dismissively and returns to lounging on her throne.
>The sight kind of sickens of you .A ruler isn't supposed to be this lethargic.
>You shake your head and sigh. You really should try to coerce Nightmare Moon into taking a more active role in leading. She's had her fun, but there comes a time when she will eventually have to rule.
>Later though.
>Right now, you're still curious about the maid.
>There's two stallions guarding the throne room entrance, you tell one to find Octagon and bring her to your room.
>He stares dumbly for a second.
"Sir, ah... I don't know of any pone named Octagon. There's a maid named Octavia... Sir."
>You hear a booming laughter from the throne room.
>You sigh and let your head droop.
"Yes. Her. Bring her to my room soldier. And be quick about it."
"Sir, yes sir!"
>He runs off in a gallop and you make your way back to your room. You can still hear Nightmare Moon laughing in the background.
>When you reach your room, you casually look Applejack over. She's still affixed in the middle of your room like a decorative piece.
>That can't be healthy.
"Alright Applejack. I think you've learned your lesson don't you?"
>Her mouth isn't gagged, but she doesn't say anything. Instead she just nods weakly.
"Alright. I'm going to release you now and put you in your new room to rest."
> No words and another weak nod. You may have overdone it...
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>When you undo all the locks, Applejack tries to stand only to collapse when she finds her legs no longer obey her.
>She tries again.
>She falls again.
"Augh...!"
>With a frustrated groan she tries one more time.
>And doesn't even manage to lift all the way up before she collapses.
>You shake your head in pity.
"Come here Applejack."
>You bend down and slide your arms under her torso, lifting upward in a smooth motion.
>Only to realize once again that you are not special and are in fact pretty weak when it comes to things like this.
>Holy shit, is she heavy! This was a mistake. A terrible terrible mistake.
"Come along now. I've got you."
>You certainly do not have her for long.
>Lowering your head, you pretend to nuzzle her back side as you try to situate a better grip.
>There is no better grip.
>Resigning yourself, you begin to edge yourself to the door. Slowly. Every so slowly.
>And after what feels like ages, you are able to lay Applejack softly on her own bed.
>Meanwhile your arms are literally numb and it takes every drop of will not bend over and suck in air.
>You drop yourself on her bed beside her to rest.
>But you can't show weakness. You maneuver around and get into a position where you can wrap your arms around her.
>She accepts your embrace and begins to wrap herself around you as well.
>Oh sweet relief. And not to uncomfortable of a position to rest in either.
>After a couple minutes of tender embraces, you begin to grow bored. With your energy back you pull her into a kiss. One she eagerly returns.
>She's still pretty weak, but you take the lead so she doesn't have to do a lot of work.
>You tongue darts inside her mouth and you begin to explore, tasting her.
>She actually does taste of apples.
>While still interlocked with her, you let your hand roam to her pussy.
>She's sopping wet. Not getting any release will do that you suppose.
>You begin to work her little hole, inserting your finger inside and shifting it back and forth.
>Applejack begins to moan into the kiss, but doesn't break it.
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>You feel yourself beginning to stiffen.
>Yeah, you've already came earlier, but you can certainly manage again. The power of youth.
>And the power of a pone who would let you do anything you wanted to her.
>You untangle yourself from her and climb on all fours to straddle her.
>She's directly below your body, spread open for you to see.
>It's the first time you've actually done missionary with one of your pets. It's not so bad.
>From this angle you can see the slight blush on her face and the shallow panting of her breathe.
>You lean down and pull her into another kiss as you position yourself to enter inside her.
"Augh... Ha! Ah. Ha. ahhh..."
>Applejack begins to moan in distinct pleasure. You've taken her anal virginity, but her pussy was still intact. Was.
>But she doesn't even register the pain as you penetrate her. She's gone straight to enjoyment.
>You finally break the kiss and pull you head back to watch her face as you begin to move insider her.
>She's in ecstasy. Her eyes are rolled back in he head and she's breathing rapidly, making little whines everytime she breathes out.
>Oh wait, you know that sound. You've gotten very good at recognizing that sound.
"Go ahead Applejack. From now until I finish you can cum as many times as you want."
>Her eyes roll back down and focus on you.
>She mouths the words "Thank you," before her body convulses and you feel her pussy contact on your member while you're still pumping inside her.
>You continue to pound away though, enjoying the feeling. And not even a minute later, her body convulses again.
"Again Applejack?"
>She lets her eyes focus on you once more before nodding  with a blush and letting herself become overtaken again.
>Her fluids have begun to stain the bed now.
>Another convulsion.
>And another.
>She's came four times before you finally reach your peak.
>But you feel yourself reaching your climax and all good things must end.
>She has one more in her though and as you release your seed inside she violently shudders clinging on to your back with her hooves.
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>She's unconscious.
>You literally fucked her unconscious.
>You feel slightly proud of that.
>No. You are extremely proud of that.
>Pulling yourself out, you grab her tail and wipe off before going and getting some wipes to clean her up with.
>She's a good pone, but you can't be too careful with how you train her. She's still learning. And if you leave her unchecked she may bring herself to orgasm every time you leave the room.
>And you can't have that.
>To your glee, you find that somepony has left you a pair of leather britches with a hardened crotch area and a lock to keep them in place. You know damn well what this for...
>So after you finish wiping her down, you affix them to her, locking them in place, and pocket the key.
>Huh, you honestly thought it would look way worse than it does. It honestly just looks like some type of underclothing you'd see anywhere here.
>Equestrian fashion is always kind of... off. To you anyway.
>After she's cleaned and dressed, you take a second to marvel at your work. She's yours. Wholly and fully. She's given herself to you.
>You could do anything to her and she would welcome it.
>Her mind is yours. Her body is yours. She is yours.
>You let your hand roam across her body, just touching and caressing her. Her fur is soft but you can feel the muscle underneath.
>You smile and with a final pat to her head, let the tired pone sleep and head back to your room.
>When you return to your room you find a grey mare in a maid's outfit waiting for you.
>She bows deeply, her face nearly touching the floor.
"Greetings master."
>Ah so this is the indispensable maid whose taken such good care of your pets.
"Hello. Are you Octavia?"
"I am. A guard said you wished to see me?"
>She's not very.. emotive. She's polite, but she has a small aura of haughtiness about her.
"I did, I wanted to see who was taking care of my... pets in my absence."
"I have that duty master."
>Maybe haughty isn't the right word. Refinement fits better.
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"Raise up now. No sense in making out with the floor when I'm right here."
>She raises her head and looks you in the eye. It's weird. Ponies actively avoid your gaze most times.
"If that is what you wish, master."
>As she begins to move forward, you raise your palm halting her movements.
"It's just a joke. I really just wanted to meet you. You've been... very helpful and I didn't even know what you looked like."
"I live to serve."
>You make your way over to your bed to sit down.
>She tracks you with her head, but doesn't move her body to follow.
"Come here and tell me about yourself Octavia. Tell me just how you're so good at telling what I'd need before I was in a situation where I'd need it."
>She obeys and sits down in front of your legs, her back still upright and proper.
"I thought it was common sense. You have not given any specific dietary commands, so I have taken the liberty of administering only healthy food."
>Oh you forgot about Pinkie.
"About that. At dinner, make sure Pinkie gets a cupcake... Oh, and make sure Applejack gets all the apples she wants. I want her to taste of apples like she... Well that's not important."
"Very well. Should I continue?"
>You nod.
"Rainbow Dash's wings were getting matted, she would require maintenance before too long. The oil I provided is very high quality."
"And I am the one who hand fed Applejack while she was immobilized. Her vagina was always wet and she would beg me to let her finish. That is, until one meal she just didn't. I only assume that is your doing. So I provided something to help. It is custom made."
>She finishes and stares at you with detached emotion.
"So you're smart Octavia."
>It's a statement, not a question.
"I believe I am. But I do not believe I am smarter than you master."
"No flattery. You're smart. So tell me why are you a maid? And for me no less. This is the type of job a smart person runs from."
>She blinks and her refined mask falters a bit.
"I... I am fit for nothing else master."
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>You nod at her hip. Her cutie mark is slightly visible underneath the ruffles of her maid's dress.
"That's not a feather duster. I know a music note when I see one. And I don't enjoy being lied too."
>She loses face just for an instant.
"It is not a music note, it is a treble clef! They are very different. And... And I did not lie."
>Her ears droop as she composes herself once more.
"I am sorry master. That was discourteous of me."
>She sniffs and presents herself proudly once more.
"My parents were part of the resistance. And though I had no part in it, I was captured along with them. When we were brought before Nightmare Moon for punishment, I begged her not to hurt them. She agreed... In exchange for my indentured servitude."
>She smooths her ruffles down.
"She made it perfectly clear this is what I am now though. Any act of defiance results in the immediate termination of my family... And vice versa for them. My parents are very influential ponies and I am a hostage tool."
>Her cutie mark is completely obstructed by the dress now.
"I will never play the cello again. My place is here now. And I will serve you to the best of my abilities master."
>She bows deep once more.
"Play me a song."
>She blinks and looks up.
"I... what?"
"A song. I want to hear you play me a song. I like you Octavia. I think I'll make you my personal maid. And I want to hear a song."
"But... Nightmare Moon said..."
"Never mind what she said. I'm saying you're my personal maid now. And I want my personal maid to play me a song."
>She looks unsure now.
"You no longer work for Nightmare Moon Octavia. You are mine now. And I will have a song."
"My... I do not have my cello on me at the moment. There is one in the music room if you wish me to get it."
>You nod and Octavia begins to walk away still unsure of the turn of events.
>Perhaps you should have talked with Nightmare Moon before you took her as yours, but somehow you doubt she'll mind. It's just another payment for your continued service
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>She returns a few minutes latter carrying a cello and a music sheet. 
"Is this really okay?"
>Your eyes harden against her.
"Never question me Octavia. Now begin."
>She bows her head politely.
"Of course not master. I forgot myself for a moment.
>She places the book on the ground and positions the cello upward. It seems to be an awkward position to play in, but she manages well.
>Drawing the bow across the string, she begins her song.
>It's long and sweet and actually very pretty. She must have really worked for her cutie mark.
>As she plays her song, her lips begin to curl upward and you realize it's the first time you've actually seen her smile.
>She truly enjoys this. It must have killed her not to be able to play again.
>As she finishes, she looks up at you expectantly.
"Bravo Octavia. That was very good, but I couldn't help but notice the part where you messed up."
>Actually it sounded perfect. But some encouragement never hurts.
"Yes master. You have a very keen ear. I have trouble with my pizzicato. Hooves are not made for this dextrous type of work I am afraid. Without magic I do not know if I will ever be great enough for..."
>She stops and looks uncertain for a moment.
"I am sorry. I am talking as if I forgot my place again. Of course I will not play again unless you command it."
>You eye her over.
"Take the cello and practice when you're not busy taking care of my pets. Forget any other duties you may have had.
>A single tear rolls down her cheek.
"If you wish, I'll even have your own cello from home delivered. To only be used whenever you perform for me of course."
"You... You would do that? For me? Thank you master. Oh thank you."
"But Octavia, never forget. You're mine now. And I'll have perfection in my... pets. If you mess up the next time you perform for me, expect punishment. For behavioral reinforcement.
>You smile as she lowers her ears.
"Of course, I understand master. Thank you, these... gifts mean so much to me. I will not let you down."
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"No. You won't."
>You smile and wave dismissively to her.
"Now go. Practice. Work on your pizzicato and... prepare for your next performance."
>She turns to leave, but before she completely steps out, she turns back around.
"You seem to like having your... confidants close. Do you wish me to make myself more available?"
>That's actually a pleasant idea. It's just to bad there aren't any more rooms available in close proximity. Unless...
"During the day when you aren't working, practice in the music room. At 10:00 come to me and I'll assign you a room. Send that pet to me for the night.
>Oh this works out wonderfully. Now if you want their company, you can have it in the comfort of your own bedroom. Their beds are really cramped...
"Very well master. Do you know who tonight's... companion will be?"
"Hm... give me some time to think. I'll decide when you come back. Now off you ago."
>She bows respectfully and takes her leave.
>You stand and stretch your limbs. It's still several hours before 10 and you need to do some preparation for Celestia. Starting with Twilight.
>Twilight.
>Twilight.
"Twilight!"
>She looks at you with a dazed expression. You've been calling her name for about a minute but it looks like she's just now noticed your presence.
>But it the realization of her situation comes back quick enough.
>She fearfully scoots against the wall, but the chains hold her strongly in place.
>When the disorientation fully wears off and she realizes she can't escape, she resigns herself.
"You've come for me..."
"I have."
"I saw what you did to my friends... to Rainbow Dash and Applejack. Are they dead?"
>That takes you a bit by surprise. But you quickly recall the... embellishments you had to use to get them to obey.
"Don't worry about them Twilight. They aren't dead, but they won't bother you again. And I know they weren't really your friends."
>She looks confused.
"I mean, if they were really your friends, you wouldn't have doomed them like this. It was your idea right?"
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"My..? My idea..."
>She's still unsure.
"Yes. Your idea Twilight. You led them directly to Nightmare Moon and me."
>You bend down and begin to lovingly pat her head.
"I really must thank you Twilight. You were really very helpful."
"My idea,,,"
>You let your hand roam across her body. It isn't sexual, but it's certainly more intimate than any normal person would allow.
"Don't... Don't touch me."
>Her words are defiant, but her voice doesn't back them up. It comes out as a soft whine."
>You ignore her pleas.
"Why not Twilight? You've been very helpful to me. I want to show my gratitude."
>She flinches away from your touch.
"No. Nonono. No. Nooo!"
>Her horn begins to glow and you can feel the familiar sensation of magic circling you but not actually connecting.
"No no no. You're wrong! I didn't help you. I was just trying to... I was just. Just... The elements..."
>The glow fades and the magic subsides when she realizes it does her no good.
"Yes, I must thank you for that too. Nightmare Moon was really fearing the elements. But with them in your hands, we know they won't be a problem for her again."
>She lets out a small sob.
"My idea... my fault."
>You slide your hand under her chin and lift her head to meet your gaze.
"Now now Twilight, there is no sense in this. I told you it's a reward. I'll tell you what, for all the help that you've given us. I'll give one wish."
>Her eyes finally focus and she really looks at you for the first time since you came here. 
"A wish?"
"Yes. A wish Twilight. How about a room in the castle all to yourself where nobody is allowed to touch you again. You'll have all the books you could want and all the luxuries I could provide."
>Her eyes momentarily light up before she realizes how selfish that would be and she looks away ashamed.
"My... my friends. If I asked you to release them...?"
"Then I would oblige of course. I told you, it's your wish. Though I'm afraid since you only have one, you will have to choose."
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"Then... I choose my friends! I want you to release my friends."
>You contort your face in mock sympathy
"I don't think I made myself very clear Twilight. You can only choose one of them. One wish. One friend."
>She's horrified at the thought.
"Please no. Please. Please don't make me choose."
>Your move your hand back and forth across her thigh, lightly brushing over her pussy every other stroke. She lets out a small whimper at the promise of future violation.
"I'm not making you choose anything Twilight. You can pick whomever you want. Or none at all if that's your wish. You can still choose to save yourself"
>She's ashamed again. She must be honestly thinking of taking that option.
"Then I wish for you to go away. I want you to leave this place and never come back!"
"Oh Twilight, that's very clever. But I must warn you. I am the only thing keeping you and your friends alive right now. As odious as you think I am, I can promise you the alternative is so much worse. Is this really your wish?"
>A tear rolls down her cheek.
"How am I supposed to choose?"
"It's very simple Twilight, you just do. Not everypony can be saved. You've done your job. You've given me my new pets. Save yourself."
>She sniffs
"No. No, I refuse. I won't play your game. My wish is not to have to make this wish."
"Is that your final answer then? You really don't want to free yourself or any of your friends."
>She nods determinedly.
"Alright. You heard her Octavia, you can put them back in their rooms now."
>Twilight's face contorts in confusion.
"Oh. I hope you don't mind. I had your friends outside the door listening. I honestly thought you would choose one of them to free. So I had them waiting out there to hear your decision."
"I was going to call in the one you let go and have her tell you "No." And you would have seen how being selfless only led to a wasted wish. I must admit you bested me. Kind of. You still lost your chance at freedom I'm afraid. I really would have granted it."
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>Her mouth parts just a bit as she takes in what you say.
"You know Twilight. I'm really sick of this impractical, and in fact contradictory, devotion to saving everypony that you and Celestia possess. You want to save them, but you refuse to do what's necessary. You ponies all want to sacrifice yourselves even when you're the ones who can do the most good."
>She perks up at the name, forgetting everything else that you were saying.
"What do you know about Celestia!"
"Well. She's here. We've talked. It's not important. The point I'm trying to make is: Why not save yourself Twilight? Out of all your friends, don't you think that you were the most qualified to stop me? How will you do that chained up?"
>Her once defiant eyes droop to confusion.
"Tell me about Celestia..."
"Well, I know you would have had the opportunity to find and free her had you not tried to be a martyr."
>She outwardly flinches as you move your caress to her horn. It's as warm as the underside of her stomach, like it's living tissue.
"With Celestia gone, you need a mentor Twilight. I'll fill that role. And while I don't normally do this, I'm going to allow you to move into your room before you fully... yield yourself to me."
>You unhook her and lead her to her room pulling the chain tight to get her to follow.
>When you reach her room, she has a slight indention on her neck from being pulled along roughly.
"Now Twilight, repeat what you've learned back to me and I'll give a book to keep you company in my absence. Surely you must be bored."
>She rubs her neck and looks around at her barren room, before meeting your gaze again.
"I... I squandered the opportunity because I thought the choice was unfair. But sometimes the choices are just unfair and it's okay when it's biased in your favor."
>You smile.
"But you're wrong you know..."
>Your smile drops.
"About... Celestia I mean. She's not gone. And she doesn't need me to save her. She'll save me. You'll see."
>You smile again.
"Will she now?"
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>Twilight's hopeful expression drops as you slowly close the door. You take the time to be as dramatic as possible.
>That could not have gone any better. She was so close to outsmarting you too. It really is a shame that the ponies have to be so self sacrificing.
>Well, a shame for them. Certainly it's good for you.
>Just as the the door clicks closed, the door to Appljack's room opens.
>And Octavia exists, pushing a cart with food on it.
"Dinner time Octavia?"
"Yes master. I also made sure to include a fruit bowl of 6 mixed apples for Applejack to enjoy anytime she wishes. I left a note with your regards if that is satisfactory. She is still asleep so I can still remove it before she wakes if you wish."
"No, that's fine. Let her think it's another reward for good behavior."
>She bows and begins into the next room.
"Hold up Octavia."
>Her hoof drops from the knob and she looks at you expectantly.
"What books do we have on sexual technique?"
>She blinks.
"The library is... fully stocked master. "
"Good. Find me a respected book on the intimacies of sex. Nothing too advanced... yet. I want to start Twilight off slow with the basics."
>She blinks again.
"As you wish. Would you like me to begin now or after I finish serving dinner? I only have Miss Pinkie remaining."
"Give me the cart, I'll finish. Just drop off the book when you're done."
>She takes a bow of respect and trots off in the direction of the library.
>You take a second to watch her go before you open the door to Pinkies room.
>It takes a moment before she realizes it's you, but when she does, she jumps off her bed excitedly to greet you.
"Hey Master! I was wondering if you were going to visit today. It gets really lonely in here. But I'm always glad to see..."
>She immediately stops talking as you begin to speak, understanding of how things work.
"Hello Pinkie. I've brought you something."
>You push the cart in and when she sees the cupcake she absolutely explodes in happiness.
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"Maaaster! You really did it! You said you would and you did! Thank you thank you thank you!"
>She rushes over to the cart aiming for the the sweat snack and ignoring the rest of her dish.
>You quickly pick it up right as she is about to grab it.
"Now now Pinkie. Finish your dinner first and then we'll talk about this."
>Her mouth curves in disappointment but she nods understandingly.
>She picks up the plate and carries it to the table on the far side of the wall.
>With an overly exasperated sigh she sets to work on the bland vegan dish.
>You move to the bed and sit down, letting the headboard support your back as you stretch your legs on the covers.
>It's actually kind of relaxing just watching her eat. You really should make a note to mix in some normalcy every now and then. It makes the other stuff so much more special.
>As you twirl the cupcake in your hands you begin to let your thoughts wander.
"Hey Pinkie, if you could do anything at all, no limitations, what would you do?
>She doesn't even finished chewing her carrot before speaking.
"That's simple silly! I'd throw a huge party! The biggest ever. Everypony would be invited. There would be..."
"That's nice Pinkie. But I'm thinking about things that would involve the different types of... fun I've recently taught you. What about that?"
>She's really trying to wolf down her dinner so she can get to her dessert. You can't even make out the words now.
"It's rude to talk with your mouth full Pinkie. Speak clearly when you speak to me."
>She lets out a squeak and shoots crumbs on her table. But finally she manages to swallow the two cheek fulls and talk coherently.
"I'm sorry master. But to answer your question, I would still want to throw a party. I can just imagine it. All the ponies could come and cum! I wonder how long everypony would last. With enough refreshments, maybe forever!"
>She squeals in delight.
>So if she could do anything, she'd throw an everlasting orgy. It's not a bad thought."
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"Ha. That's a sweet dream Pinkie. Maybe I can make it come true one of these days"
>She finishes her meal and comes to your bedside expectantly, her eyes locked on to the treat in your hand.
>Her tail wags back and forth like a hungry puppy as you continue to twirl it in your hand.
"It does look good doesn't it Pinkie? It was prepared special for you by the castle chef.
>She nods happily, still bouncing up and down but her eyes staying still on her target.
>You take a bite and her entire body deflates.
"The first bite is always mine Pinkie. Just remember that."
>You hand her the cupcake and she instantly perks up.
"How silly of me master! Of course you would want a piece. I was being so selfish. I am so so so sooo sorry."
>You reach down and pat her head softly as she devours her treat.
"Just don't make the mistake again.
"Never! A Pinkie never forgets. I have a story about that if you'd like to hear. This one time..."
>You get up and give her head an extra firm pat.
"Maybe later Pinkie. I'm kind of drained right now and I think I'm going to head back to my room."
"Oookie dokie! Have a great night! Please visit soon. I'm... I'm kind of lonely here all by myself."
>Her ears deflate slightly.
"I... miss you."
>Smiling you open the door and look back over your shoulder.
"Of course Pinkie. As long as you keep being a good girl, I won't go anywhere."
>With a click you pull the door shut and head back to your room.
> Being obeyed isn't the same thing as being craved.
>Pinkie is the first to succumb because she's the most social. But it won't be too long before the others give in and admit that they miss your presence too.
>You enter your room, feeling confident about the seeds you planted today.
>And the night promises a plentiful harvest.
>It's almost 10, and that means sleep.
>As you're changing into more comfortable attire, you hear a knock on the door.
"Who is it," you call. But you already know the answer.
>It's time to choose your companion for the night
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>Just as you figured, Octavia enters the room. It also seems that she found the book you asked her about.
"I am reporting as requested, master."
>A small blush crosses her face as she notices you're naked.
"I am intruding. Should I come back?"
>It's actually rather cute. She knows what you're doing. Not to mention the fact she indirectly helps. But she gets embarrassed at seeing you indecent.
"No, I won't be long. And come on now Octavia, don't avert your eyes. There's nothing wrong with seeing me get dressed. You're my personal maid."
>She nods and her eyes focus on you once again.
"I see you have a book. I'm assuming it's for me."
>She walks over and lays it at your feet as you finish pulling on the last article of clothing.
>Pone Playtime: Beginners Basics by Cherry Pop
>The author's name has to be a coincidence.
>You chuckle to yourself either way.
"Is it unsatisfactory master?"
"No. I'm sure it's fine. You picked it out after all."
>The corner of her mouth tugs upward at the compliment. It isn't quite the euphoria she shows when playing, but it's certainly more than she's show otherwise.
"Give it to Twilight and tell her she will be tested. Soon. Then send me Fluttershy."
>She bows respectfully and begins to leave.
>After a few minutes, you hear a soft knock at your door.
>A very soft knock.
"Come in Fluttershy."
>You hear a squeak and the door opens timidly.
>Fluttershy enters but doesn't make a move to join you. She's shaking slightly.
"Fluttershy...?"
>Her hair falls over her face and she can't look at you.
>Taking charge of the situation, you walk over and put your hand under her chin, forcing her to meet your gaze.
>She's crying.
"Fluttershy, what's wrong?"
>She sniffs and begins to speak. Her voice is quiet.
"Please don't get rid of me. I'll do better. I promise."
>There was a couple of different scenarios you thought might happen.
>This was not one of them.
"Fluttershy, what makes you think I'm getting rid of you?"
>Her tears continue to fall.
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"Because... *sniff* Because you gave the maid my room."
>Ah. So that's the reason. Well, it's an easy misunderstanding to correct.
"Fluttershy. What..."
>Then again, she does look cute when she's crying.
"What did Octavia actually say?"
"That you wanted to see me. *sniff* And that she would use my room while I'm gone."
>You let go of her chin and she turns her head away from you, hiding behind her hair.
"If you really want to stay with me, then prove it."
>Her eyes peak out from behind her hair.
"What do you want me to do?"
>Her head lowers to your crotch and and then back up questioningly.
"I've already had enough of that today from the others. I want you to show me something that only you can do What makes you special?"
>She lowers her head again.
"I'm not special though. I have wings but I can't fly like Rainbow Dash. I don't have Applejack's strength or Rarity's fashion sense. I can't do anything right."
>She's crying again.
"Those wouldn't make you special anyway. I want something that you can do that the other ponies can't."
>She shakes her head back and forth.
"Nothing. I'm nothing. All I can do is take care of my animals. They're all I have. You're... all I have."
>Not quite the path you wanted to take, but you ultimately got to your destination.
"Alright then Fluttershy. Lets..."
>She pounces at your leg surprisingly assertive all of a sudden.
"No~o. A massage. I'll give you a massage master. I do it with my animals all the time. Please, give me a chance. Please."
>Her voice drops to a whisper.
"Please."
>Well, you did ask her to prove herself.
"Alright pet. Go ahead. I'll lie down on the bed.."
>She sniffs and wipes her tears away, nodding through it all.
>You take off your clothes and lie face down on the bed as she straddles you with her hooves.
>A sudden deep pressure digs into your muscles.
>Slowly Flutteryshy works her hooves into your back, massaging and rubbing her way down to your buttocks and back up again.
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>It aches at first, but soon dissolves into a dull warmth as your body adjusts.
"Is it good?
>You let out a satisfied groan in response, and she takes the cue to continue on.
"There are a lot of knots. You poor thing. You must be in constant stress."
>You haven't really realized it, but it's true. You have been extremely stressed.
"Aaah..."
>She digs her hooves into a particularly tight spot, kneading and working the flesh.
>Gradually the pressure gives way to a lighter touch. She's just rubbing your back now.
>It's wonderful.
"I'll move on to your arms now... if that's okay."
>You don't even feel like speaking, so you just nod your approval.
>Your left arm is pulled back and you can hear a solid pop as she stretches the ligaments.
>After doing the same for the right arm, she takes the time to rub them down carefully, smoothing and lightly caressing the skin.
"And now your legs?"
>Your eyes are growing heavy, but you grunt your consent.
>She uses pressure on your thigh muscle and works her way down, pummeling the flesh in a way that leaves it tingling.
>Every now and then, her hair drops over your skin, tickling you lightly.
>You vaguely remember her beginning work on your neck and shoulder before your mind begins to slip in and out of consciousness.
>Your last conscious thought is of a warm fuzzy mass laying itself across your feet.
>Ding... Dong
>Ding... Dong.
>A bell is chiming somewhere, calling you to consciousness.
>You open your eyes, expecting to see the familiar decorative ceiling of your room.
>Instead you're greeted by the starry night sky.
>You're laying on the grass outside. How did you get outside?
"This is where our battle took place."
>You turn your head and see Celestia is sitting not to far from you.
"They say I won, but that's a lie. I didn't win. I cheated. I wasn't strong enough to free my sister so I cheated her out of 1000 years of life."
>You slowly push yourself off of the hard ground and look at Celestia.
>She's crying.
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"Tell me what happened."
>She wipes her eyes with a hoof and looks upward at the stars.
"I was naive and proud, so very proud; beloved by all, questioned by none. And she... She just wanted a fraction of the love I received."
"But the ponies ignored her. I ignored her. And yet night after night, she did her duty. She received no recognition and no gratitude. For her services, she was rewarded with disregard and loneliness. But she did her duty."
>Her gaze drops and she focuses on you for the first time since you emerged.
"And still I ignored her. Her despair became so great that she attracted a parasite. The nightmare: A being that feeds on corruption and loneliness took over my sister. Only then did I see what my pride did to her. Only then and then it was too late."
"Do you know who I am Celestia?"
>She lets out a singular chuckle devoid of any actual joy.
"Of course I do human. Even after 1000 years, I know my sister and I know what she is capable of."
>An arrow flies from an ambiguous location and lodges itself in your chest.
>It startles the ever living shit out of you, but after a moment you realize it doesn't hurt. In fact you can't even feel it.
>Reaching down you pluck the bolt from your body and toss it to the side.
"I can't hurt you here. But you can do whatever you want to me. I can tell myself it's a dream all I want, but that doesn't mean the pain will feel any less real."
>You should be furious at being tricked, but somehow you aren't. The knowledge that you have full control over her is keeping you rational.
"Finish your story Celestia. Why such an extreme punishment? 1000 years of solitude for being used by a parasite seems a bit harsh."
>She shakes her head.
"I had no choice. I couldn't beat her with my power alone. So prideful was I and yet ultimately so weak. When I called the elements, they decided her punishment."
>Her head lowers and she lets a tear fall.
"And I've hidden my shame all these years. Human, you are the first being I've told."
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>Celestia lets out a strained, yet contented sigh.
"The burden of that. Oh my elements, the guilt I've had to bare."
"But why share it with me Celestia?"
>It's an honest question. You genuinely don't know.
"Because now whatever you do to me, no matter how perverse and sadistic, I will know that it's my punishment."
"I told you when we first met, the only way to get salvation was to own up to what you did and repent. It is finally time for me to repent."
>She turns her eyes on you.
"So go ahead human, do what you must. I've sewn my seeds and now it's time to reap my harvest."
>You stand and walk to her with cold, calculated steps.
>She bows her head once again and shuts her eyes against your approach. It's a position of complete submission. She really means it. She's ready for you to punish her for her crimes.
>Her body trembles lightly as she feels your presence close to her.
>She utterly helpless. She's completely at your disposal. She ready and willing to submit to your bidding... And she's won.
>Dammit! You had such plans. There was so much to do. The anguish, the torture, the passion, the carnal desires, all wasted!
>No matter what you do, she won't truly submit like this. She's absolving herself. It isn't you punishing her, it's her punishing herself.
>All your plans laid waste. It's the first time you've truly lost to one of your pets. The thought burrows itself into your stomach, turning the contents to bile.
>Of course she won. She's a 1000 year old Goddess. And you? What are you?
>You... You... You're powerless. That's what you are.
>No. No that's what you were. Before.
>Now you have the respect of a kingdom's army.
>Now you have adoration of your pets, their love, their lust.
>Now you have the power to have seize any pone as your personal property.
>Now you will break Celestia.
>She isn't allowed to win. Nobody bests you. A pragmatic ruler does what must be done, no matter how unpleasant.
>You embrace her in a tight hug.
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>You feel her muscles immediately contract in response to your touch.
>But she doesn't move. She doesn't fight. In fact she doesn't even acknowledge that you're doing anything at all.
>And in this moment, you know with absolute certainty that this was the right choice.
"Thank you for telling me."
>This is another virtue you will never understand. Why explain yourself to your adversary? All it does is arm them to fight harder against you.
>Your gun was empty and you didn't even know it. How kind of her to give you bullets.
"Lift your hoof."
>Her head is still lowered, her eyes still closed. But she follows orders.
>She's found a way to obey without acknowledging your presence.
>She's good.
>But you're better.
"You're wrong though. You don't receive absolution through punishment. Look at Luna. 1000 years of sanction. What good did it do her?"
>You can't be sure, but you would almost swear she let out a guilty whine.
>You bend down and run your hands along the length of her leg, gently caressing her.
>When you reach the bottom, you slowly take off her golden hoof cap and toss it to the side.
"Next."
>She obeys and you do the same thing: explore her form, remove the cap, toss it away.
>After repeating the process two more times you stand and run your fingers along the side of her body.
>From back to front, you take the time to really feel the contour of her every curve.
>And as you reach the next piece of her royal insignia, you pull it over head and toss it to the ground.
"And now your crown."
>She lets out a mewl so small you very nearly miss it as you remove the golden tiara.
>But you didn't miss it. There are no misgivings this time, you got a reaction out of the stoic princess.
"No Celestia. Your release from guilt does not come through pain and punishment. It comes through understanding and liberation."
"Tonight, I free you from your burdens."
>You take a second to examine the golden headband before tossing it to the dirt where it belongs.
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>You run your hand through her hair and it flows through your fingers like silken water.
>But she doesn't move.
>You call forth a sunrise for atmosphere.
>But she doesn't move.
>The setting is peaceful but your mind is racing. She still refuses to acknowledge you. How to manipulate her?
>Do you punish her or forgive her? Do you threaten or flatter? Fear or comfort? Love or lust or hate or apathy or... or...
>You cover your face with your hand and let out a snicker.
>The snicker turns to a chuckle.
>The chuckle blooms into a laugh.
>And suddenly you find yourself in pure jubilation.
>Celestia forgets herself and opens her eyes to survey the situation.
>But there's just you, laughing so hard from the pit of your stomach that you can barely manage to suck in enough air to feed it.
>Her eyes dart back in forth in confusion.
>It takes several minutes before your euphoria dies away and you stand before the Sun Goddess with a smile on your face.
>You realize your bullets are blanks. She's bested you again.
"Stalemate Celestia. Congratulations. The only way for me to win was to lose. How oxymoronic."
"But once again I refuse. There's too much contradiction, so tonight nobody wins."
>She's really confused now. Good. That means you're finally doing something she wasn't expecting. Something she didn't have a defense for.
"I've underestimated you Celestia. I'm sorry about that. Really I am. I thought since I had all the capability, I had all the power. But that's wrong."
"Because you are you, and no matter what I do, you will always be you. Just like Pinkie or Fluttershy or Rainbow Dash. The only difference is at your core you cannot submit."
"You might obey me. You might even fear me. But you will never give yourself to me."
>Stripping off your clothes, you toss them to the side along with her regalia.
"You've shown me the real you, now here's the real me. No manipulation. No lies. No threats."
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>You brace your naked back against her frame and slide to the ground.
"Sit or don't. I don't care."
>Surprisingly, she takes your suggestion and bends her legs into a laying position. To an outside pone, it would honestly look like a couple cuddling on the ground.
>You stretch your limbs against her warm body and close your eyes, letting her rhythmic breathing lull you to... Can you sleep in a dream?
>Well you guess you'll find out because after 10 minutes you feel yourself start to fade out.
"Human... I'm confused."
>Well, the riddle must remain a mystery as Celestia's voice pulls you back.
"About what Celestia?"
"There are... so many answers to that question," she replies sarcastically.
>You don't bother to open your eyes.
"Then pick one."
"At this new trick then. I can't figure it out."
>You take a breathe in and slowly let it out.
"Because it's not a trick Celestia."
"You don't really expect me to believe that do you?"
"Believe what you want."
>Several more minutes pass and you feel yourself being pulled once again into the void.
"Human...?"
>And right back out again.
"Yes Celestia?"
"Are you really not going to have your way with me?"
>You click your tongue.
"Yes, I probably will. Not right now though.
"Then it's manipulation? You want to make me fall in love with you. That's why you're being kind."
>You just promised to rape her later. What more does she want from you?
"I was actually going to. But you're too smart for that Celestia. You'll see through me in an instant. I won't waste my time."
>Another couple of minutes pass in silence and Celestia lets out a scared whine.
"This isn't funny human. Nopony has to die. I'll do what you want."
>What?
"What?"
"I hope I made myself clear earlier I'm prepared to do what you want so long no other pone gets hurt."
"Yes. I'm sure you will. Now would you calm down? I told you, I'm not going to do anything to you tonight."
>She lets out another uncertain whine.
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"This isn't fair!"
>You open your eyes and tilt your head to the front of her body. This is the most energy she's expressed all night.
"What isn't fair?"
"This! Your apathy. You don't get to be passive. You're a degenerate so act like one!
>She's actually getting emotional over this.
"Celestia what are you asking me to do? Rape you?"
"Yes! No... Of course not. It's just..."
>She lets her voice trail off.
"I'm still a virgin.
"I'm sorry what?"
>She turns her head in shame.
"Of course I've done... things. But I haven't let a stallion touch me down there. I'm still pure."
>It takes a couple of seconds before you respond. She's left you dumbstruck.
"I'm going to need a little bit more to go on here Celestia. Is this your way of asking me not to do anything? Because demanding me to rape you isn't the way to go about that."
"I know you're going to do what you're going to do regardless of what I want."
>You think you understand.
"So it's the waiting then. You don't want to worry and fret anymore. You want me to take your virginity so it'll finally be over. You realize this is a dream right?"
"Of course. But your attitude right now is exactly what's wrong! What kind of creature can lay there and say something like that like it's nothing?
>Nope. You're wrong. You do not understand..
"You're going to have to enlighten me here Celestia because I truly do not understand."
"That makes two of us!"
>She takes a deep breathe
"You've chosen your path, now fulfill your role. I'm ready."
>You think she actually did ask you to rape her.
"Okay... But I'm not. I've already told you nothing is going to happen tonight."
"Why must you be so insufferable!?"
>Is she truly getting upset at this? Really?
>You suddenly feel the body you were laying on remove itself as you fall backwards onto the grass.
>Celestia makes her way over to your lower half and bends down to straddle your legs with her front body.
>She has your dick directly in her line of sight as she looks into your eyes.
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"Come on. I'm right here. Do it already, beast!"
>You blink.
>A few seconds pass as you process the recent events.
>And a groan escapes your lips.
"You're a virgin. A 1000 year old virgin."
"That's what I said monster. Now, will you not thieve it from me? Will you not viciously despoil me?"
>With your back still on the ground, you elevate your head to take another look at pone currently straddling you.
>You let out a single laugh and let it drop back to the ground.
"You're a 1000 year old celibate empress who wants to be raped and tortured. Never mind the fact that you won't acknowledge that I'll do it outside of here anyway."
"Yes, you're very good at stating the situation. We think it's..."
>You interrupt.
"And you haven't even asked about Twilight, the pone whom you're probably going to sacrifice your horn for."
"Well... We're sure she's..."
>She trails off into incoherent mumbling as you stand and materialize some clothes on yourself.
"Tell me Nightmare Moon, could you ever connect us? Or was it just a joke from the start?"
>The facade slips away and Nightmare Moon stands where Celestia once was.
"Never doubt our powers ogre! We do not lie. Well, we do not lie to you.
>You scrunch the corner of your mouth.
"This doesn't count. It was not lying. It was acting."
>You call forth a chair and sit down. You have cosmic, omnipotent powers here. Why have you been siting and laying in the grass?"
"And why the 'acting' then?"
"Because of the nature of our powers in conjuncture with your immunity, we can not be there when you finally do visit our dear sister."
>Dammit, you knew everything felt off. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.
"So your idea was to have me do it to you instead?"
>She shrugs.
"It isn't like it would hurt us. We'd have thrown on a pretty convincing performance if that's what you're worried about."
>You nod your head apathetically, like you're listening but not paying attention.
"Hey, Nightmare Moon. Are you still a virgin?"
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>She doesn't hide her surprise well.
"I mean, you've been locked away for 1000 years right? Luna was young then. And apparently not very well liked."
>She lowers her head and growls.
"You're going down a dangerous rode, swine."
>You wave your hand dismissively.
"Alright, too far. Still I am genuinely curious. You said you wouldn't lie to me. So prove it."
>She narrows her eyes in anger and holds it just long enough for you to think you might have misjudged her affection towards you.
>But after a few moments, she stops and shrugs.
"Alright. If you must know. We are still... intact."
>She lets it hang in the air for a moment before hastily adding:
"But it isn't because of lack of willing participants! We are just far too busy to be bothered with it."
>You should never doubt yourself.
>But even as you think that, you know you have to force the thought away. You can't let your pride blind you.
>That's always the downfall of anyone great. They think they are too smart to lose. Too important. Too powerful.
>You just have to keep telling yourself that.
>But still...
"No, I understand Nightmare Moon. You have a kingdom to run. Things like that are the furthest thing from your mind."
"That's... That's right!"
>You're pulled in two directions with her. She really is cute. And she obviously knows how to take charge of a situation. But she's extremely immature and has no idea how to properly govern.
>You briefly wonder if being locked away for 1000 years might have something to do with that.
>An awkward silence settles over the two of you. So you decide to force the conversation forward a little.
"So why wouldn't I hurt you here Nightmare? I thought I had control over the dream scape."
>She takes up a proud stance and happily follows your cue
"We are the Night. No dream has power over us!"
"Then do you have control over me?"
>She shrugs.
"We told you. You repel magic to easily. It really takes all we have to force an image into your mind. Nothing left for tricks."
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>The conversation stagnates once more and you find it difficult to retain her interest.
>You force a topic, get an outburst from her, and then it just kind of trails off before you repeat the process. It becomes obvious she's thinking about something else.
"Nightmare, is there something on your mind?"
>She goes quiet for a few seconds before responding.
"We were just wondering... Have your rewards not been satisfactory lately?"
>This is unexpected.
"I have nothing to complain about. Why do you ask?"
>Her wings flutter a bit.
"We can always bring in more mares for you to play with. There are vast resources at our disposal as well. You could have nearly anything you want."
>The idea intrigues you, but right now is definitely not the right time to make a such a request.
"What is this really about Nightmare?"
"You didn't try to dominate us tonight. When we were Celestia we mean. You... You aren't thinking about joining her are you.? She can't give you near what we can."
>So that's what this is about. She's insecure about your loyalty.
"No Nightmare. I am quite happy. The problem was the entire situation felt off. The atmosphere was wrong."
>You force a chuckle.
"You over acted a little bit."
"Oh. Oh we see. Yes. That makes sense."
>She straightens up a bit.
"Good. Because we mean it. If you misbehave we will have to use force against you.
>Her voice lowers.
"And we do not wish to do that."
>You stand and cross the few feet between you. But you can't bring yourself to kneel, so you opt instead to gently rub from the top of her head downward.
>She accepts the attention willingly.
"You have my fidelity Nightmare Moon. I will never leave your side.
>Even you can't tell if you're lying at this point.
>But the proclamation makes her giddy with approval.
"Of course mutt. We were just being silly. We trust you fully. You have yet to let us down."
>She smiles and the scenery begins to melt around you.
"Alright stray. We think it's time you dealt with our sister."
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>After the world melts away, all that's left is Nightmare Moon, you, and a standalone door shaped portal.
"We can't follow you in. And we can't monitor what happens. You will have control, but our sister is... very wise. Do be careful."
>With a nod, you step towards the portal, examining it. It's blindingly white, and has a warmth radiating outward.
>But while the feeling is pleasant, it also feels off. It's the feeling of being a couple of degrees too hot. Or being aware that you know something but can't remember it. Or the way magic washes right over you, promising harm but doing nothing.
>It feels wrong.
>You get a twinge of paranoia that Nightmare Moon will take your caution as fear. So you steal your resolve and step forward without another word.
>The moment you do, your body seizes in shock. Your entire existence is being assaulted, your sense overwhelmed.
>It's bright. It's so very bright. You can't see. When you close your eyes, the light penetrates your lids.
>Wind fills your ears. A numbing warmth has settled on your skin. You can taste and smell sterile cleanliness.
>It's too much. There's no relief.
>Your legs buckle underneath you. You can't think. You can't move. When did you stop breathing?
>You force air into your burning lungs.
"... dare you ... here human! This ... is sacred."
>You can barely process that someone is talking to you.
>With great effort you force your mind to focus.
>Stop. Stop! STOP!
>And everything does.
>You open your eyes and see the world clearly now. There's a gentle breeze blowing and a pleasant warmth in the air.
>And Celestia.
"Sorry. Could you repeat that? The wind was in my ears."
>You force an aura of composure, but inside you are anything but.
>She's taken aback at first, but settles into a an assertive stance.
"What are you doing here human?"
"Can't I just drop by for a visit?"
>There's bile in your throat and you feel nauseous, but the words come out smooth enough.
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"Leave. Now. Or I will use every power at my disposal to make you."
>You lift yourself back up off the ground and straighten yourself proudly.
"Such a rude thing to say to a guest."
"You cannot win here. This is my dominion and I will not let you defile it."
>You look around, really noticing the area for the first time. Everything is pristine and shimmering.
>While the primary shade is white, vivid colors stand out among the washed landscape.
>It's actually very pretty.
"So this is the sun right? Funny I always thought it would be more... gaseous? Everything looks pretty solid. My compliments by the way."
>She tilts her downward threateningly.
"Last chance human."
>If she was truly as wise as everyone thinks, she wouldn't have given you a first, second, or third.
>But before you have time to give your snide remark, a blast of light hits you in the stomach, knocking the breathe out of you.
>Your only thought before you double over is how you thought you couldn't be affected by her.
>Apparently that's wrong as another blast hits you knocking you backward onto your back.
>The feeling of being hit is very real.
>And it severely pisses you off.
"Doubtless my sister told you, you couldn't be harmed. But without my binds, I have more than enough power to challenge you.."
>She scoffs.
"The only reason you are so arrogant is because you think you are safe. But when forced to use your own abilities, what can you do?"
>You let your rage get the better of you as another beam stomps your stomach while you're still on your back.
"You dare... Strike... ME!?"
>With agility you didn't know you had, you flip to your feet.
>The only thought in your mind is to hurt her. However you can, you really want to cause her pain.
"You want to see my abilities Celestia? I'll show you what I can do!"
>An inky black shield forms around you and sucks in the next the three light attacks as you charge Celestia head on.
>Dark vs Light. How absolutely cliche
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>Moments before you reach her, you realize you have no idea what you should actually do.
>After another couple of steps and some last minute panicking, all you manage to do is tackle her to the ground.
>In retrospect, she's bigger than the others and you could barely subdue Applejack. This was a horrible idea.
>But nevertheless, here you are. You need to play it out and gain control of the situation. You need to subdue Celestia and get your composure back.
>And that starts by winning this wrestling match.
>But you cannot believe there to be a more undignified way to fight. This is honestly humiliating.
>And what's worse is Celestia's a scrapper. She's fighting hard against you.
>Summoning strength you didn't know you had, you manage to win your way on top and straddle her torso.
>You release your pent up anger with a right handed punch to her face. It makes a sickening thump as it connects.
>And it makes the noise again and again and again.
>She tries to buck you off, but isn't able. Your strength is definitely amplified here.
>As you reach the apex of your assault, you wrap your hands around her throat, tightening as hard as you can.
>The skin is soft and supple beneath your fingers and when you press deep enough you can feel the outline of her esophagus.
>And you can feel it being crushed under your hands.
>While she's vulnerable you take time to bind her four legs with pitch black chains.
>They snake up from the earth, grab her, and pull taught, keeping her spread eagle.
>With her extremities bound, you loosen your hands but still keep your position on top.
>She begins to cough and dry retch, and you can see the handprints begin to form even now.
"I would rather not have to remove your legs Celestia. So tell me, how are you able to affect me?"
>She's doesn't answer. All she can manage is a soft wheeze.
"Alright then. I really don't want too, but if I must..."
>The chains begins to wrap their way up to the joints and once they wrap around fully, begin to pull outward."
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>They go slowly to enhance the fear, but Celestia shows no sign of giving in.
>When her joints begin to pop and she lets out a small shriek, you begin to get worried.
>You really do not want to actually pull her damn legs off. But it occurs to you that she just might allow it to happen rather than give in.
>Another disgusting squelching sound.
>Shit. You have to stop gambling like this. You're going to lose one of these days.
>But not today.
"Stop. Stop! I'll tell you."
>You breathe a sigh of relief as the chains relax.
"Go on. I'm listening."
>Her voice is extremely hoarse. There's a joke to made here somewhere.
"Think about it. Why are my strikes hurting when magic shouldn't affect you?"
>She's being intentionally cryptic. However, you are not her pupil and you aren't here to learn a lesson from her.
"This isn't how it works with us Celestia. You give me straight answers or you lose limbs."
>The chains pull taught once again and she lets out a gasp.
"You expected me hurt you so they did."
"Closer Celestia, but not quite a straightforward answer."
>The chains begin to pull once again. They manage to stretch farther than they did the first time before Celestia breaks.
"My... ah! My power still doesn't work on you! Anything I cast, you immediately manifest yourself because you think it's.... grah! Real!"
>Fuck. It was so simple. You lost your temper over this. You set back your training.
>The chains slack once again as you brush your hand against her face.
"Good girl. This was your first lesson and you did very well."
>She doesn't show any emotion in response to your complement.
>Your hands move down to her neck and caress the marks you left.
>She turns her head to the side and refuses to look at you.
>You drink in the sight, she's utterly helpless in front of you. And that gets you excited.
>Come to think of it, you wonder how far your powers extend here.
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>While still straddling her, you flip your body around and slide yourself down to her nethers.
>With her legs spread outward you have free reign to play with her as you please.
>But that's boring. And she's a Goddess, she deserves so much more than the usual.
>You touch your finger to your cheek and a small zap jumps the gap.
>You smile as you realize you really can do anything you want here.
>Good.
"Augh~"
>Celestia lets out a cry of surprise as you shock her thigh.
>It isn't even a heavy voltage. It's barely above static electricity level.
>But it's maintained current. And she doesn't seem to be getting used to it.
>Her legs begin to pull and tug at the chains, but they don't give way.
"Now Now Celestia. Good girls don't fight. If you keep that up, I'll have too..."
>You send an extra intensive spark into the middle of her stomach and she lets out a sharp gasp and stops.
"We have as much time as we want. Don't force me into doing something too early alright?"
>Actually, you have as much time as you want. Just you. But best not to play with semantics.
>You turn your attention back to her pussy.
>You're a little disappointed she isn't wet. But you realize it's a little bit silly to expect her to be.
>That will just have to be something you rectify right now.
>You place an unelectrified finger on the outer edge of her lips and trace alongside the outline.
>It's a slow and gentle caress with the slightest amount of pressure to add presence.
>You circle and molest as much as you can stand, until you finally just plunge two fingers inside. She accepts you easily.
>1000 year old virgin. You should be castrated for such gullibility.
>You move your fingers around but notice a distinct friction.
>Bringing your fingers out, you moisten them with your saliva them and insert them back inside.
>She tastes... good actually. Not the usual tasteless musk, but a genuine sweet taste.
>With a bit of lubrication on your fingers you can move around a lot better now.
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>With your newly oiled fingers, you work her hole more energetically.
>You grind your digits into her depths, massaging and caressing her from the inside out.
>When the friction starts to come back, you remove your hand and pass your tongue back and forth across the fingers once again.
>This makes the second time you've tasted her, and she's still just as sweet.
>As you return them back to their warm hole, you feel the slightest shudder from Celestia.
>You smile.
>And continue onward.
>After several more dips in and out, you finally reach a point where you no longer have to moisten your fingers.
>Celestia has gotten wet on her on her own.
"Haha. I knew it Celestia. You may try to act haughty and superior But your body doesn't lie."
>She doesn't say anything.
>You crane your head to see get a look at her. Her breathing is heavy and her eyes are closed with furrowed brows.
>She's in deep concentration and actively trying to resist getting horny.
>Can't let that happen.
>You turn back around and lean forward, forcing your body back up her torso.
>Bending down you gingerly lick the outer ridges of her pussy before lightly nipping at her.
>When she lets out a the faintest gasp, you force your tongue inside.
>You grab her already restrained legs for a better hold and vigorously run your tongue up and down, in and out. Tasting and teasing.
>From behind, you hear begin to hear a soft pant. She's losing the battle.
>The longer you work, the wetter she gets. Your saliva begins to mix with her natural juices, leaving her nethers a sopping mess.
>Celestia's legs begin to fidget and flex back and forth, if she had toes you imagine they would be curling right now.
>You steal another glance to see her face is flushed now, a reddish tinge showing through her otherwise pristine white features. All she can manage is short shallow breathes.
"It's alright Celestia, it can be our secret. Nobody has to know what gets you off.
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>Her breathing has intensified to short gasping breathes.
>You turn back around once more and stare at her sopping wet pussy. It winks at you. Again. And again.
>It's begging to be fucked even if she's fighting hard.
"Naughty naughty Celestia. You may hide, but your body knows what it wants."
>Flipping back around, you position yourself to the entrance of her drenched hole.
>Curiosity betraying passivity, she opens her eyes.
>Just in time to meet your gaze as you plunge your dick inside.
>Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she lets out a small grunt.
>Doubtless she's been used many many times over the centuries, but her walls are still rigorous. It still feels amazing.
>She sucks you in with slick warmth.
>And you happily oblige, pushing yourself in and out again. In and out.
>Normally this would either go one of two ways. You would try to get her off or you'd forgo her pleasure completely and get yourself off.
>But it seems you don't even have to make a conscious choice. Celestia is getting off on just getting fucked.
>However, near as you can tell she's still managing holding off on cumming.
>It's a battle she has to lose eventually. With as wet as she is and and much as her pussy is begging to be fucked. Surely...
>But as time stretches on and you feel yourself edging closer and closer to the brink, she's still managing to keep her composure.
>To be able to hold off while her body enjoys it this much, is nothing short of amazing.
>And simultaneously frustrating.
>It's imperative for her to know that you are in control of her body. But she won't see that unless... Well, you're actually in control of her body.
>And that certainly won't happen if you can't make her cum.
>You slow your rhythm to buy yourself some more time.
>Keeping yourself all the way inside to hilt, you begin to grind back and forth.
>It isn't as pleasurable to you but it earns a small grunt of desire from Celestia.
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>You really start to get angry as you feel yourself reaching climax once again.
>It won't even be that pleasurable since you've been doing a less intensive grinding position position.
>Stopping your movements, you try to hold off the finish for a little bit longer.
>But while you're recuperating, so is Celestia. You can't have that.
>With your dick still pressed all the way inside to the hilt, you insert your thumb alongside it and use your your index finger to play with her clit, putting pressure from both sides.
>Another mewl of concentration tells you you're heading down the right path.
>You rock your index back and forth while still holding the pressure. It causes it to swell and expose itself giving you a perfect view.
>It's begging to be toyed with.
>And after several minutes of teasing and rubbing her, you feel your good to start moving again.
>But you don't give her the relief of removing your fingers.
>It's a bit more strenuous than you would have imagined, but the pleasure outweighs the labor.
>However, your efforts are in vain. You've been at it too long and you've reached your final peak. You're too close. You have to stop and let yourself fully rest or give in and grant your throbbing member some relief.
>Damn does relief sound like a good idea. It wouldn't set you too far behind to lose this battle would it?
>Surely it would okay just this once...
>You bite your cheek hard enough break the superficial skin.
>No! It isn't worth it. You have to stop.
"No... Nooo..."
>Celestia begins to whisper to herself.
"No~ I can't. I can't hold on... anymore."
>Her whole body goes rigid and for a moment you're filled with euphoria. She cut it close but she...
>Her rigid body slowly begins to loosen and she returns to her earlier stance still whispering to herself.
"No. I won't give in. I won't."
>She didn't cum.
>She didn't cum and you've passed the point of no return!
>As you feel your seed rise, you lose yourself to ecstasy and anger
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>In your blind indignation, you take out your frustration on Celestia's clit.
>A shock much higher than the ones you were using before erupts from your finger and travels into her swollen button.
>Celestia lets out a scream.
>A real scream. Not a scream of surprise or terror. One of absolute pain.
>But as she does her pussy convulses and sucks you in like never before.
>In response to her reaction, you let loose your seed as well, spilling yourself inside her womb.
>After so much foreplay and holding off for so long, the feeling is intense. Your manhood was so swollen with passion, every spurt is its own separate orgasm.
>And it doesn't hurt that Celestia is almost literally sucking the seed out of you as she contracts around you.
>Every muscle in your body relaxes and you slump down on top of her, your dagger still cozy inside her sheath.
>You take in the warmth of her body and sweet scent of her body. Every now and then a tiny spasm runs through her body and her leg twitches.
"Noooo..."
>Yes.
>You push yourself up and stare at her directly.
>It wasn't your plan. But it worked out. The floodgates were forced open.
>As soon as she moved her concentration to the pain, she lost focus on of not trying to orgasm.
>So she ended up cumming in, what you would imagine from her scream, a lot of pain.
>You should file this idea away to try later in real life...
>Without having your dick inside or even your physical body touching them of course.
"I told you Celestia. You say you don't want it, but I know the truth. Your body knows the truth. You can't lie to me because I can read you perfectly."
>She turns her face in shame. It's actually kind of cute.
>You pull out and a fair amount of semen dribbles out with you.
"Oh that's a shame, here I'll clean you up.
>Smiling, you take her translucent rainbow tail and begin to soil it with your ejaculate.
>All you manage to do is spread the mess across area to another.
>It's beautiful.
"Well Celestia. What shall we do next?"
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>You clap your hands together in an exaggerated show of frustration.
"I just don't know Celestia. There's so much to be done. And we only have... Forever."
>You let out an embellished laugh.
>Wow, you're really laying this on thick. It's starting to sound lame even to you.
>But you can't help but notice, it's elicited a reaction out of Celestia.
>She's peaking out from under her eyes to look at you.
"In the interest of fairness, how about you choose? Would you like to fuck the entire royal guard?"
"Or perhaps have all of your holes filled by something foul I conjure up, with 100 different appendages."
>You sneer
"Or maybe I can fulfill a personal fantasy of yours? Would you like Twilight to eat you out? Surely you must have thought about it once or twice."
"I'm sure a lady as experienced as yourself would have at least imagined what it must feel like. The girl loves you unconditionally after all."
>She says nothing.
"Well go on Celestia. Choose. Choose! Or we'll do them all with your legs and horn missing.
>Still no response.
>You click your tongue in disgust.
"You aren't showing me resolve by abstaining. You're just being stubborn and hurting yourself."
>Your words resonates and she opens her eyes.
"Twilight..."
>Her voice is quiet, but you hear her just fine.
"Louder Celestia. I don't understand your mumbles."
"Twilight."
>She's speaking normally now, her voice is clear and coherent.
"If you won't tell me then I have no choice..."
"Twilight!"
>You smile.
"That's my girl."
>You end the dream.
>It's surprisingly easy once you actually get the hang of it. It's as straightforward as simply wishing it to happen.
>You slowly open your eyes.
>And find yourself hovering on all fours on top of a subdued Fluttershy.
>Her eyes are clamped shut with watery streaks staining her cheeks.
"Fluttershy?"
>You try to focus but your mind is fuzzy. It's like you woke from a normal sleep.
>Looking down, you see her pussy is dribbling reddish tinted semen.
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>You roll sideways and step down onto the cool floor, letting consciousness flood over you.
>The cold touch of the marble sends a shiver down your naked body.
>Your turn your eyes to Fluttershy.
>When she sensed your absence she curled into a tight yellow ball on the bed, hugging herself as close as she can manage.
>Guilt mixes with anger at the sight. Yes you hurt her. And no you didn't mean too. But she should be coming to you for her comfort.
>What happened while you were asleep?
>Putting on your sternest, correcting voice you call her name.
"Fluttershy..."
>It's an unspoken command. What you're really saying is "Don't make me actually say the words 'Look at me.'"
>She understands.
>Uncurling herself she slowly rotates to look at you.
>Her eyes are still lined with fresh tears.
>And she hiccups.
>With the bloody semen dripping from between her legs and her tuzzled hair, she looks so pathetic.
>It actually excites you a little bit.
>But that will have to come later.
"Fluttershy, can you tell me what happened last night after I... drifted off?"
>She sniffs and nods, causing another batch of tears to fall.
"I displeased you with *hic* my massage so you punished me."
>Ah, okay. So you have an excuse to use. You won't have to show weakness.
"And since this was my *hic* last chance, you never want to see me again."
>Though she doesn't really answer what really happened. You'll just have to confront Nightmare Moon about it later.
>After you deal with Fluttershy of course.
>But... before Celestia.
>Which of course comes after Twilight.
>You rub your temples. It's only morning and already you have your full day planned.
>Taking a deep breathe, you steel your resolve.
"Come here Fluttershy"
>You sit on the bed and pat your lap.
>She crawls underneath your arm and lays her head on your lap, looking up at you expectantly.
>You run your fingers through her silky hair and look in no particular direction.
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"Your massage was fine Fluttershy. You worked out knots I didn't know I had."
>It's actually true. Now that your head is clear you can really feel the difference. She did an excellent job.
>She sniffs again.
"Oh..."
>Her voice is confused and hurt.
"Then you just... don't want me?"
>You shake your head.
"No. You're here to stay Fluttershy. Forever."
>She gasps in joy and hugs your mid section, burying her face in your side.
"Thank you master!"
>She sniffs and nuzzles into you for a few moments before asking another question.
"But... But then why did you hurt me?"
>You don't even have to lie. You sleep attacked her without knowing it.
"I hurt you because I wanted too. Because I like it."
>She recoils in shock but still manages to hang on to your body.
"I... I don't understand master."
>Yeah neither do you. But you continue anyway.
"You're such a good a pet Fluttershy. You deserve to know the truth. I'm not... a nice guy. I'm going to hurt you sometimes."
>She clings tighter.
"You're lying."
"I'm afraid not. This won't be last time I do this."
>As you let up on your caresses, her head begins to move from side to side.
"Not about that. You are a good guy. The best! I don't care if you hurt me. I'll bare it as long as I can be with you."
>A chuckle forces it's way out of your mouth.
"Is that so my pet?"
>She nods.
"Will... Will you hold me after?"
>You smile.
"If you're a good girl. Always"
>You hold the embrace for a while before you remember her broken virginity.
"Fluttershy... I don't believe you've ever cum have you?"
"No. But I don't mind. As long as you're happy, I'm happy."
>Well that won't do.
>While maintaining the embrace, you snake your head underneath and run your finger along the outside of her pussy.
>She squeaks slightly.
"Shh, it's a reward."
>Tenderly you begin to stroke it, letting her get used to the feeling.
>You only had a quick glance, but it seems you were really rough last night.
>So now you have to be extra gentle.
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>It takes a lot longer than usual, but eventually Fluttershy begins to appreciate your touches.
>When her mouth parts in a small pant, you know it's time to increase pace.
>One finger is all she can handle right now.
>And she cries in pain when you insert it past the second joint.
>If this is hurting her, you shudder to think what you did to her last night.
>Your dick gives a small twitch at the thought.
>The jarring motion is beginning to shake lose the semen from earlier.
>You can feel the slickness beginning to coat your finger. It's better than any lubricant.
>Now that your finger is slicker, Fluttershy begins to accept you more willingly.
>You don't dare go to two fingers though. And using your dick will probably hurt her so much that she won't be able to cum.
>You continue onward with your one fingered assault.
>Through the process, she stays as still as stone. The only cues you have to go on are the subtle whines and pants she make.
>And she's beginning to make more and more.
>But damn is she taking a long time to get there.
>Celestia came faster...
>Eventually though her breathes become brisk and shallow.
>She's nearing her peak.
>Or so you thought. She's still managing to hold off.
>You feel a tinge of annoyance but try to push it to the side. This isn't a situation that calls for a heavy hand.
>She isn't doing anything wrong. She just needs a little extra care on her first time is all.
>Doubling down in your determination, you begin to caress her body while your other hand works her hole.
>You rub your hand along the side of her face, feeling the softness of her cheek.
>You massage down her backside, tickling and fondling everywhere your hand touches.
>You pressure the muscles in her hip, working out the knot you feel.
>You pull back as her whole body violently spasms.
>She grips your torso with all of her might, but not saying a word.
>When she stops, her entire body relaxes and she sinks into your side, no longer having the strength to clasp you.
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>You scratch at her ears absent mindedly.
>Of course it went much quicker when you showed affection towards her.
>It was foolish of you not to guess that.
>When you feel her stir, you glance downward in time to see her stifle a yawn.
>And now that her eyes are dry, you notice they're drooping heavily.
"Fluttershy did you get any sleep last night?"
>She shakes her head back and forth.
"No master. I continued the massage until you... woke up"
>You were careless. Of course she wouldn't sleep without your expressed consent.
"Ah I see."
>But then again, you do feel amazing right now. So it worked out.
>After being reminded of her sleepy state, another yawn forms at her lips.
>She loses the battle this time.
"I have some business to take care of today pet. You can rest here in my room until I return."
>Her ears droop.
"Oh. You aren't staying?"
"No. There are many things that require my attention. I want you to rest."
>She nods understandingly.
>And proceeds to watch intently as you maneuver off the bed and start to get dressed.
>When you're done, you bend down and kiss her forehead.
"You did well last night."
>Her cheeks flush bright red and she can't contain her smile.
>With a final pat to her head, you leave the room, locking it behind you as you go.
>You trust her, sure. But you can never be too careful. Complacency breeds misfortune.
>You have a full day ahead of you. First thing's first.
>You need to ask Nightmare Moon just what the Hell happened.
>You raped Celestia in your dream, so you raped Fluttershy in real life.
>Now that you think on it. You also knocked her around a good bit. And when you lost your temper and kept striking her...
>You only thought you raped her. But you might have done so much more.
>Fuck, what if you had to make good on your threat on Celestia? Would Fluttershy be legless right now too?
>You need answers.
>A guard directs you to the library, where yo find Nightmare Moon idly reading a book.
>When she notices your approach, she looks up cheerfully.
"How did it go ogre?"
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>You answer her question stoically.
"It went well enough. We had a battle of wills that I won, and I set the stage for some... training to take place later."
>Nightmare moon claps her hooves together in glee.
"Oh wonderful. You really are outdoing yourself. You're surpassing our highest of plans for you. Simple amazing."
>You take a humble bow... though not as deep as the last one you took.
>Nightmare Moon doesn't notice.
>She's asking questions about what happened. She wants every detail, every sordid act no matter how trivial.
>But she's so busy asking you the questions, she's forgetting to let you answer them.
>You rise and clear your throat, ending her frivolity and gaining her attention.
"Nightmare, of course I'll tell you everything, but I have a concern I want you to address first."
"A concern? Did something happen?"
>The ability in which she's able to switch from childish babble to astute composure is astounding.
"As I said, I was able to deal with Celestia just fine. I am fully capable of handling the dreamscape. It's my physical body I'm worried about. Did you know what I do in my sleep, I do in real life?"
>She eyes you analytically and doesn't respond.
>You don't know how to interpret that behavior.
"Nightmare moon say something. Did you know I would sleepwalk or not?"
>Her eyes dart around your body, looking anywhere but your face.
"Can you tell us exactly what happened?"
"Exactly? I was asleep for the actual event. But from what I can deduce: I violated Celestia in my dream, I did the same in real life to one of my pets I had warming my bed for the night."
>Her eyes widen in slight surprise.
"You have your slaves sharing your bed at night? Is this new? You've slept alone for the last several nights. Since you arrived in fact.
>So she does keep tabs on you. On a lower level of consciousness, you knew that. But it's different when you're actively thinking about it.
"Yes it's new. I realized I'm tired of sleeping alone. Is there something wrong with it?"
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>She turns her nose.
"Of course it isn't. We care not what you do with those flea bitten strumpets. We just thought you'd have better standards for a bed mate is all."
>Her eyes furrow together into a not quite angry stare.
>But then soften with a tinge of guilty acceptance.
"But then again, we know all too well the familiars of a cold night. The loneliness. The wanting."
>Her eyes finally meet yours.
"Forgive us brute. We should have warned you. We honestly thought you would be fine. But we knew of the chance."
>Emotions swirl around inside your mind.
>Pity towards the one being that is not unentirely like yourself. Anger at her knowing but not confessing the risk. Disgust at her apologizing.
"I see. Just please keep me in consideration next time. No harm was done, so all is well."
>You force a smile and Nightmare Moon looks visibly relieved.
>Right now you'll placate her and sort out how you feel about it later.
>You lighten the mood with the anecdote of how you won your first battle with Celestia.
>It's like telling a bedtime story to a little kid.
>With gleeful laughs at your cruelest moments and exaggerated gasps when you get in trouble.
>When you finish, she beams pridefully.
"Marvelous! Well done savage."
>You take a another bow. Still getting slightly higher than the last.
"I'm glad you approve. But I have to take my leave. I really have a lot to do today."
>Her eyes go sad for a moment, but she regains composure shortly after.
"Of course. Busy busy... Do you still wish to visit Celestia tonight? We understand if not."
>You wave your hand dismissively.
"No. It's an integral part of my plan. Risks or not, it needs to happen. And now that I know, I can take precautions."
>A blush creeps on her face.
"Why of course. and you know monster. If you wanted... you could always... come... to.."
>Her voice trails lower and lower.
"You'll have to speak up Nightmare. I can't hear you.
>She hastily recovers.
"Nothing! It isn't important. Go now. You have work to do for us.
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>You leave the room and let out a laugh.
>She's too much. The Nightmare made flesh has a crush on you.
>You knew damn well what she was going to ask. But you don't know how to play it to your advantage just yet.
>Nightmare Moon requires a bit more finesse than you're used to using to get your way. 
>A touch of flattery, a display of skill, bringing her back when she gets childish.
>And it's all complicated by the fact she's growing on you.
>While she simultaneously pisses you off.
>You shake your head and look up.
>You were so deep in your thoughts, you've already made it back to Twilight's room.
>You'll deal with Nightmare Moon later.
>The door squeaks open revealing Twilight sitting at the small desk provided for her, studying her sex book.
"Notes away. It's test time."
>She looks up. She's been crying
"Alright. Let's get this over with..."
"Don't be like that Twilight. If you pass, I'll let you see Celestia. You want that right?"
>Her eyes widen.
"R...really?"
"I never lie Twilight."
>You lie all the time.
>Just not about punishments and rewards.
"Alright. I've... I've been studying too! So this will be a piece of cake."
>A smile forms at your lips.
"That's what I like to hear. Come here. It'll be an oral exam."
>You sit on the bed and she obediently comes to your side.
>Her tail swishes back and forth in excitement. She's confident. She really must have studied the erotic literature you gave her.
>Agonizing over ever position and technique. Innocently misunderstanding many things because she has yet to experience them. Trying, but probably failing to be purely analytical over the information.
>The thought excites you.
>She looks at you expectantly, waiting for the first question.
"I told you Twilight. It's an oral exam."
>Had to be done.
>No really, had to be done.
>She's confused for a second and begins to say something before understanding hits.
>Her mouth wordlessly forms into an "Oh," and she shrinks back in dismay.
>You give an exasperated sigh.
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"I expected better Twilight. You'll never see Celestia like this. Minus 3 points."
>She looks at you questioningly, her mouth still parted.
"I'm starting you off with 100 points, 97 now, if you fall below 90 you fail."
>It's an arbitrary system, but it'll work well enough.
>Her eyes widen and the "Oh," clenches shut.
>Good so she's ready to play. You beckon her forth again.
>Twilight's face twists into an unreadable expression.
>But she obeys.
"Now what did your book say was the very first thing you do with oral?"
>Her face goes beet red.
"In... In fellatio it's always good to start out with..."
>She's finding it hard to complete the thought.
>You can't imagine why.
>She decides to treat it like a band aid and get it over with as quickly as she can.
"It's proper not to dive right in! I'm supposed to indulge in foreplay first!"
"Oh? What type of foreplay?"
>She looks faint.
"I can... I can... I can remove your pants without using my hooves or magic."
"Very good. Why don't you show me?"
>Her eyes gloss over and she stares at your crotch like she's looking right past it.
>You allow her to strengthen her resolve for a few seconds more than you're comfortable with before you deduct points."
"Another 2 points off. Tsk. 5 more Twilight. I don't see this exam going well at all for you."
>Your voice brings her out of her stupor and she narrows her eyes in determination.
>It's the least sexiest face she could make. It isn't one of pain or seduction, but purely methodical.
>That actually turns you on.
>With deliberate and orderly movements, she undoes your pants.
>It's like she's helping a child get undressed.
>Your dick springs up to greet her, forcing their way through the hole in your underclothes.
>She stares at it in a trance, studying it curiously.
"What do you do next Twilight?"
>Her eyes meet yours for a brief moment before they lower back to your erection.
"I'm not supposed to take it in my mouth yet. I'm meant to tease it first. Lick the glans and shaft."
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>Her voice is so monotone.
>She's decided to try and distance herself from the situation by looking at it as a purely scholastic endeavor.
>You wonder how long that will last.
"Then why don't you do that twilight?"
>She blinks and nods.
>She sticks out her tongue and lightly touches it the base of your dick and licks upward.
>It's one quick motion with nothing unnecessary.
>No lingering sensation, no sensual little extras; nothing what would constitute erotic behavior.
>She stares at you expectantly waiting for her next order.
"That's the shaft, show me how you treat the head."
>She nods her understanding and descends on your dick.
>Her body however decides to hang back.
>So she ends up bowing robotically in a rigid and uncomfortable looking position.
>But ever the good student, she continues on.
>Her mouth covers the head of your dick and for a moment she just lets it sit there untouched.
>Eventually though, her tongue swishes back and forth.
>It actually does feel really good. She has her fundamentals down, all she lacks is the technique only experience can bring.
>She creates a suction and pulls her lips off with a small popping sound.
>Oh so she is willing to do the little extras.
"And after foreplay Twighlight?"
>Her body straightens from the hunched over half bow she was in before.
"Now... *sniff* Now is the actual fellatio. There were various techniques and methods covered. Which... *sniff* would you like... me to perform?"
>Her stoic mask is failing her.
"We'll start simple today. Nothing extra."
"Alright..."
>She's looking straight passed you now. not willing to allow herself to consciously engage in the situation.
>She bends down like she did before.
>She does her work with the same detached emotion.
>Every lick is precise but controlled. Every flick of the tongue is deliberate but unemotional.
>It's honestly one of the best blowjobs you've gotten.
>And soon you feel yourself reaching your peak.
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"Now Twilight, what are you supposed to do when the man cums?"
>She stops mid suck and looks at you.
>Her tongue trails slightly out of her mouth, licking as she pulls herself upright.
"When the receiver is about to ejaculate, I... I..."
>Her eyes shrink to pinpricks.
"I can't do this! Please don't make me!"
>She shrinks back in fear.
"Nononono~"
>Everything stops as she drops to the ground and covers her eyes.
"I wanna go home! I want my brother. I didn't mean any of this. I just wanted to help."
>Tears flow from beneath the hooves hiding her eyes.
>You let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Oh Twilight, you were doing so good too. I thought you wanted to see Celestia. Isn't she the one who's supposed to make this all better?"
>An teary eye peaks out from behind.
"Make this all better..."
>She repeats your words back at you mindlessly.
"Yes, that was your hope right? The only way to see her though is to finish this test. I'll have to deduct 5 more points for this little escapade. Anymore more and I'm afraid you'll fail."
"Finish the test... Fail the test..."
>She sniffs and looks at you with teary eyes.
"I'll finish the test..."
>And so resumes her rigid half bow.
>With precise and careful motions, she bobs her mouth up and down.
>It's just like before, except now she's crying while she's working.
>But just like your dick, she doesn't register her own tears. She's in another world.
>Probably with Celestia.
>Or her brother. You'll need to look into her brother...
>But that's a plan for a different time. Right now, you can feel your seed rising.
>It's time to crash her fantasy world.
"I'm cumming Twilight.
>She lets out an unfortunately timed sob as you do.
>Without her controlling the intake, your semen goes directly to the back of her throat and down her windpipe.
>She tries to pull back, but you grab her head and force her to take the full load.
>She should have been paying more attention.
>After you finish, she collapses to the ground and retches horribly.
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>You sit back and watch the scene unfold. 
>She tries to suck in air while her body reflexively tries to expel the foreign substance.
>So all she manages to do is choke, cough, and gag on the floor.
>All the while cum is oozing lightly out of her mouth.
>It takes several minutes, but she's finally able to get her body under control.
>But she doesn't get up, instead she curls into a ball on the ground. 
>Drool and tears and semen congeal under her, sticking to and messing up her once tidy hair.
>You click your tongue.
>You've talked yourself into a corner. She can't get away with this and you've already deducted all of her points.
>But if you don't pass her, your plans fall apart.
>Shit.
>There's no other choice...
"You were so close Twilight. I wanted to pass you. Really I did."
>You really, really did.
"But unfortunately you couldn't stick the landing. I have no choice. You fail."
>She lets out a grief stricken wail.
"I know Twilight. But I have no choice. I'm a man of my word. You should have composed yourself for just a few minutes longer."
>Talking about it is actually making you angrier.
>What type of pone falters in the face of their salvation?
"Look at you lying there. You're disgusting. I offered you everything you wanted didn't I?"
>She begins to shake.
"I'm not downright vicious. I have standards. Honor. Integrity."
>Her quivers time themselves to the punctuation of your sentences.
"I gave you your chance and you threw it away because you had to do something a little disagreeable."
>You snort.
"Sickening. You ponies are all the same. I'd hoped you would at least understand. That'd you do what you have to do."
>You stoop down and grab a fistful of her hair, ripping her upward.
>She whelps in pain and opens her eyes to look at you.
"You're the smart one Twilight. Act like it."
>You drop her and she balls up once more.
"Clean yourself up. I'll be back tomorrow with a makeup exam. If you fail that one, I can promise this offer will expire."
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>With a final glance over your shoulder, you slam the door behind as you leave.
>She was unraveling herself from her little ball.
>Good.
>Twilight's always throwing you for a loop. You need to start being extra careful with her.
>Now your meticulous plans are ruined today. 
>A sigh escapes your lips.
>You haven't really had any free time since you got here.
>And just this morning you were fretting and stressing about your full day. Now you're pissed because you don't have work.
>It's time to enjoy a rest day.
>You head to Rarity's room. You haven't played with her in a while and you're sure she's getting lonely.
>The door creaks open.
>And you find her sitting at the small table drawing a dress design.
"Where did you get the paper for that Rarity?"
>She squeaks and looks up.
"M... master. I was just... I used the supplies from the closet provided."
>You walk over and look at her work. It's a proper and dignified dress becoming a lady.
>It's really pretty.
>You grab the paper and rip it in half.
"I'm disappointed in you Rarity, I thought you understood you are beneath things like this."
>She looks away fearfully.
"I know... But this is all I know how to do. I just thought..."
>There's a paper underneath the one you tore up.
>It's a suit.
>With extended arms and legs... It's human shaped.
>And since you're the only human she knows...
>She's making it for you.
>You pick it up and examine it further while Rarity hops off the table and lays herself at your feet.
>It's very good, very prestigious. And it matches the dress you ripped up.
>She was making you complementary attire.
>The impudence annoys you, but you're flattered she wanted to include you.
>And you didn't specifically forbid her from doing this.
>Hm.
"I like it. It's very becoming. I'll have the seamstress make it for me.
>She perks up for a moment, but shys back down with a quick glance from you.
"Yours however was trash. Remake it. And do it right."
>She looks confused.
"Right now."
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>She yelps and hurries to her little closet and fetches some new pieces of paper.
>While she's gone, you take a seat on the only chair provided for her.
>And when she returns she tries to take the piece of paper to begin her work on the ground.
>You have other plans.
>Lifting her upward, you place her squarely on your lap.
>It's an awkward position for the both of you, but it gives you good access to what you want to do.
"Well go on Rarity. Make me proud."
>She's visibly confused, but begins her work anyway.
>Your hand snakes it's way below and plunges into her hole without preparation.
>The surprise intrusion makes her skew a line.
>You bend down and growl in her ear.
"Do it right. I wouldn't have to punish you."
>With another squeak she sets to work again.
>And so do you.
>It doesn't take long for her to get wet.
"Disgusting Rarity. You're getting turned on."
>Her voice is low.
"I can't help it."
>She finishes the first design before you really have a chance to get started.
>It's more modest, but definitely not fitting.
>Removing your hand from her nethers, you rip it up and toss it the floor.
"Again Rarity. I want you you to show me you know your place."
>And your arm snakes back underneath to her wetness.
>This is the first time you've deigned to touch her and she seems to really be appreciating it.
>You begin to pump your fingers in and out with a wet squelch in between.
>The next dress is horrible. She made it ugly on purpose.
>It gets ripped up too.
"Wrong Rarity. I don't want you to make it unattractive. You get one more chance before I have to take action."
>With an uncertain and frustrated cry she begins again.
>You begin to spread her with your fingers, stretching her as far as you feel she can take.
>It isn't very much. But the added degradation and pain brings her closer.
>And it reminds her of what type of outfit would be suitable.
>It's perfect.
"Good girl, go ahead and take your reward now."
>You plunge in to find her special spot.
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>When you find it, she lets you know with a euphoric squeak.
>And it only takes a few seconds of rubbing before her panting gives sign to her incoming orgasm.
>Right before she reaches her peak you bend down and whisper in her ear.
"Won't you just look lovely when I take you on the town out in this?"
>Her whole body convulses spasmodically.
>And her wetness runs down your hand and drips onto your lap, staining your pants.
>When her body finally settles down, she looks at you fearfully.
>You know what she's thinking, but she's too well trained not to say it.
>Though an irrational part of you gets upset that she isn't so well trained that she didn't have the though at all.
>Lightly patting her rump and pointing at your feet, you signal her to get off and take her place at your feet.
>She obeys, leaving you to look at the outfit in better detail.
>It's elegant and lewd. A black leather bridle that attaches to her punishment collar and runs down the back of her body.
>Very light and intricate fabricate laces the body and leaves her tail and crotch exposed. It even comes with a removable bit.
>But the best part is her collar. She personalized it with her name and ownership. So all the world can see that she is properly yours.
"Good work Rarity."
>You reach down to pet her head like one would a dog.
>But she loves the attention.
>Grabbing the two schematics, you stand.
"I'll have these made right away. I know you're dying to get out of this room and show it off."
>She shrinks downward and lets out a soft cry.
>You cross the room and with a wink to your pet, exit.
>You find Octavia outside waiting patiently with a food cart.
>At a raised eyebrow from you, she answers lethargically.
"I did not want to disturb you."
>You shrug and her the papers.
"I want these made as soon as possible."
>She nods.
"Of course."
>And sets off down the hall, leaving the food cart where it is.
>Shit, you really have to start being more explicative with your instructions.
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>With a sigh, you glance between the cart and the rooms.
>Well whatever. They have to eat.
>You grab the handles and begin to pull the cart.
>Fluttershy is still sleeping in your room.
>Now that time has passed, the marks have really began to make themselves visible.
>Her cheek is beginning to swell and her left eye is bruised. There are handprint sized bruises covering her neck.
>Even so, she's sleeping contently.
>You walk over and kiss her forehead, leaving her food on the nightstand next to the bed.
>Pinkie Pie's next.
>She bounces up happily when she sees you.
"Hey~ master. Man I was really getting bored. I'm so glad you're here though. I was thinking we could..."
>You cut her off with a shake of your head.
"I'm busy today Pinkie. Maybe tomorrow."
>Her entire body deflates.
"Oh. Okay."
>You set down her food but she keeps eying you until you produce her cupcake.
>After taking a healthy bite, you set it down with the fruits and vegetables.
"For desert Pinkie. Finish your dinner first."
>She nods sadly as you grab the cart and back out.
>Right before you close the door you hear:
"Bye master... Come back soon, it's no fun unless you're here."
>It's a sad, quiet tone. She probably didn't mean for you to hear, but since she's Pinkie, she can't help her volume.
>It leaves a smile on your face as you visit Rarity.
>You left on such a good note, having to come back and deliver food kind of ruins the ambience you set.
>Even Rarity looks momentarily confused before she crawls on the floor to your feet.
>It's all about confidence. She may sense the change in atmosphere from before, but you can just play it off as knowing something she doesn't.
>You fake a knowing grin, and she melts into a puddle of shakes.
>There, the mood has restabilized and the earlier momentum hasn't been lost.
>You leave her to her lunch and her imagination.
>Twilight can go hungry. You're too pissed at her to let her eat. In fact, no food for her at all today.
>You look at the final two plates.
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>You smile.
>It's time for new game.
>Deep down in your mind, you register the fact that you can't even feed your pets without plotting something.
>Oh well.
>Pushing the cart against the wall, you open Rainbow Dash's door.
>She looks up and upon seeing it's you welcomes you with a big smile.
>Her mouth opens in greeting, but you quiet her with a finger to your own lips.
>She's confused but nods.
>Silently, you motion for her to follow. 
>And together you exit into the hall. 
>It's the first time she's left her room since you trained her.
>And the wariness definitely shows. She sticks to your legs like a scared puppy.
>When you glance down however, she stands tall and brave.
>And when you look away, you feel her inch closer.
>You grab the cart and lead her into the earth pone's room.
>Applejack is still resting on her bed.
>She still looks tired, but she manages to push herself up to greet you.
>Until she notices Rainbow Dash.
>It takes a second for either of them to fully register the other's presence.
>But when they do, the mood instantly freezes.
>Neither of them know what to do.
>You allow a minute to pass, and finally Rainbow can't take it anymore.
>She opens her mouth to speak.
>But before she gets her first syllable out, she realizes her mistake and looks at you questioningly. Her mouth still slightly ajar.
>Good girl.
>You shake her your head no.
>And she immediately clamps her mouth shut.
>Applejack feeds on the energy and clams up as well.
"Aren't you going to greet your friend Applejack?"
>Her eyes widen.
>And it takes several moments before she finds her voice.
"I... ah. I didn't think... I jus' figured ya'd... Hello Raindow."
>Rainbow meekly raises a hoof in response.
>Oh this is going to be fun.
"Invite her sit with you, while I setup your lunch."
>Applejack's eyes quiver with confusion, obviously afraid of a trap. But she follows your instructions.
"Rainbow, would ya... Would ya, you know... like to... sit... with me?
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>The apprehension between the two is too rich.
>Such a pleasant change of place from their earlier cooperation.
>It seems like such a long time ago.
>But as you recall them ganging up on you, anger rises in the pit of your stomach.
>Rainbow Dash's stops midstep when she notices.
>Shit, it must show on your face.
>You give a single nod and she slowly continues on, taking a place on the bed by Applejack.
>Neither look at the other though.
>Their eyes are trained on you.
>But you ignore them and steadily set the small table.
>It isn't meant for two dishes, but you make it work.
>After you finish, you turn to look at them.
>And see they're still refusing to notice each other.
"Applejack, you're being discourteous to your friend."
>Her eyes dart around looking for meaning in the abstract space.
>Finding none, she turns to Rainbow Dash.
"It's been... ah while Rainbow. How've... ya been?"
>Once again you give the silent no to Rainbow.
>Applejack doesn't notice, but she probably guesses because she plays both parts of the conversation.
"You look... good. I like your harness. I've been given a harness myself. Ha. Haha. Ha..."
>Her eyes widen and her pupils shrink when she realizes she just mentioned her chastity belt.
>Since it's so well made, one would have to look really close to tell what it is.
>And that's exactly what Rainbow Dash is doing.
>Applejack goes bright red.
"It's... It's because ah... It's... Master says... I have to wear it!"
>You narrow your eyes and exaggerate your facial expressions into disapproval.
"Ah! I mean... It's because it's what's for the best?"
>You begin to shake your head in condemnation.
"And I want too! Really I do!"
>You raise an eyebrow and her voice becomes erratic.
"Because master knows what's best! It took a while, but I finally understand!"
>You soften your facial features but keep your eyes trained on her.
"I'll only cum when he wants! Only when he wants! Because he knows best. I'm his livestock."
>She trails off into a whine.
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>Visibly distressed, Applejack lowers her head and uses her hooves to cover herself.
>Rainbow, unsure of how to handler her friends new panicked despair, raises a hoof and lightly touches her back.
>But Applejack doesn't notice, her eyes are focused on you, waiting for your approval.
>The thrill of power over her is exhilarating.
>With a simple nod of your head, you could exonerate her and give her peace and comfort.
>Or with a slight shake, you could cause her undue anguish and pain.
>Her eyes are wide and teary, pleading for acceptance.
>Of course, there's always a third option
"Rainbow Dash, How do you think she did?"
>Up until this point, she's been avoiding looking directly at either of you.
>Now her head snaps around and she gives you her full, undivided awareness.
>All the confidence has gone from her eyes. She's completely out of place and unsure of how to proceed.
>With a nod of your head, you give permission for her to speak.
>Though your eyes are just shy of threatening. It's more than permission, it's a demand.
"M... Me?"
>Her voice comes out as a tiny squeak.
"Who else? As the first pone she's confided in, I want you to tell me if you think Applejack showed the proper amount of enthusiasm."
>Her ears shrink back to her head as she looks between Applejack and yourself.
"No tricks. I have an opinion, but I'm biased. So I want to confirm with an outside source."
>Applejack's eyes are wide as saucers now.
"I don't... I can't..."
>Anger boils in your gut at her abstention.
>You were kind enough to give her an explanation and she still refuses to make a decision?
"Yes. You can. And you will. Or flying again will be the least of your worries."
>You lace your words with venom.
>And Rainbow Dash lets out a pitiful whimper.
>But she understands. There's no way out, you expect an answer. Loyalty to you comes before loyalty to her friend.
>With a final glance to Applejack, Rainbow opens her mouth to answer.
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"I'm so sorry Applejack..."
>You can see the exact moment Applejack's life leaves her eyes.
>Her whole body deflates and she opens her mouth in a silent scream, her body going through the motions of sobbing but with no tears or sound being produced.
"It is my opinion that she was initially embarrassed of her harness and tried to play it off..."
>You smile.
"Is that so?"
"Yes master."
>Rainbow looks at Applejack again.
>And bites her lip at state she's left her friend.
>It takes only a few seconds before she looks away in shame.
"Hm, Such a shame actually. I thought..."
>You trail off and fake a dramatic pause.
"Well it isn't important. Thank you Rainbow."
>She's still hiding her face in guilt.
>That won't do at all.
"So what shall her punishment be my pet?"
>That gets her attention.
>Rainbow looks up in disbelief.
"You want me to decide?"
"Of course. Your master got disrespected. Or so you say. That cannot go unpunished."
>You glance at Applejack.
>Now that she's calmed down. All that's left is a look of utter betrayal.
>When she notices your gaze, she doesn't even falter under it.
>She raises her head and sniffs, blinking slowly.
>You give her your best pitiable look and turn back to Rainbow.
"Well pet?"
>You thought the first decision had impact on her.
>It's nothing compared to the look of shock and guilt consuming her face now.
>That's to be expected though. It's one thing to pass judgment as an outsider.
>It's something completely different to be involved in the sentencing.
>Just wait till you make her administer it.
>Rainbow shrinks under the weight of her decision.
>You inwardly curse.
>She's taking too long to make a decision, but you can't threaten her this time.
>It has to look to Applejack like Rainbow Dash has completely betrayed her.
>If you're aggressive, you'll remind her that you're the puppeteer.
>And puppets are harder to make dance when they notice their strings.
>But fear finally wins as Rainbow opens her mouth.
>The puppet begins to dance.
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"Since... since she was embarrassed about her harness. You could do something with that."
>Not good enough.
"You're going to have to be more specific Rainbow. If the punishment isn't clear and precise, it isn't effective."
>Another glance to Applejack.
>The poor thing never was the smartest pone around.
>The look on her face says she actually thinks Rainbow Dash wants to do this.
>It isn't helped by the fact Rainbow is now listing off various punishments she could do..
>None of them particularly interesting.
>You cut her off.
"Rainbow, this is your friend. The punishment you decide is to help her learn. You want that right?"
>She nods.
"Then I want you to think of something appropriate. Something humbling, but fair. But keep in mind, if she fails next time, I'll hold you responsible."
>That gets her attention.
"M...me responsible?
"Well, if your punishment doesn't work and she lapses again, then the blame should fall on you right?"
>She doesn't answer.
"So now that we've covered that. We'll do whatever you say next."
>It takes her a minute to answer. She's really thinking about it now.
>She's sincerely thinking about how to discipline her friend for disobeying you.
>The thought makes you giddy.
>After a long silence, she finally speaks with certainty.
"6 hours. 6 hours of orgasm training. After 6 hours of you fucking her, she'll beg for it. It'll remind her why she needs the belt. Because she'll do anything for her release."
>She wants you to fuck her for 6 hours? Seriously?
>Sure, Rainbow was a virgin when you took her by force...
>But you would have thought she would have used context clues to figure out what normal sex is like.
>And yet, as the thought crosses your mind, you mentally berate yourself for forgetting who's the master here.
>This is actually too perfect, Rainbow just caught herself in her own web.
"I like it. Though I think you're mistaken about something. It isn't me punishing her remember? It's you."
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>You would have thought Rainbow understood the game by now.
>But by the look of shock portrayed on her face, you would be wrong.
"Six hours though. That's quite a long time. I hope you can keep going for that long."
>You give her your best sinister smile.
"Because I would hate to see you fail at your own punishment."
>A lump bobs up and down on Rainbow's throat as she tries to swallow her fear.
"Yes master. I... I can do it. You can count on me. I won't fail. You'll see."
>You glance at the clock.
>A little after noon.
"Very well pet, we have until 6 tonight. I suggest you get started."
>For the first time in a while, Rainbow really turns her attention to Applejack.
>She's been on a roller coaster of emotion, and now she's trying to fade away into the bed.
>It must be tough on her.
>Here you are casually talking to her best friend about her method of discipline.
>And neither of you have really acknowledged her presence for the longest time.
>Her sense of self worth must be absolutely destroyed by now.
>You suppress a smile as Rainbow decides the best way to start.
>After a minute of non-action, you decide to give her a nudge in the right direction by bending down and sliding off Applejack's chastity belt.
>It wouldn't be any fun for the game to end so quickly.
>Tossing the garment to the side, you give Rainbow a continuing look, one that says "no more help."
>With all obstructions out of the way, Rainbow has no choice but to plunge downward onto Applejack.
>What a precious sight. 
>Neither one of them wants to be in the situation, but here they are.
>Rainbow with cold and unforced enthusiasm.
>And Applejack trying but failing to hold onto her grudge of betrayal.
>That is until she reaches her peak.
>You watch intently at Rainbow's next move.
>But at the very moment Applejack's breathing becomes labored she backs off.
>Leaving the earth pone in a puddle of pent up frustration.
>Good girl Rainbow.
>Only... 5 hours and 40 minutes to go.
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>You settle into the only available chair in the room, propping your head up with your arm.
>This is going to take forever.
>Rainbow allows far more time for Applejack to recuperate than she should.
>And her technique is really bad.
>It's to be expected though, she really doesn't know what she's doing.
>She's basically winging it.
>Ha.
>Eventually, after all traces of hornyness leaves Applejack (and yourself), Rainbow descends again.
>A boring, uneventful hour passes.
>Applejack has been denied four times.
>You could have doubled that.
>As your eyes begin to droop, you start to formulate how to best excuse yourself from the situation.
>Octavia would be the best choice. She could watch them while you went and... did anything else really.
>But that would require you to leave them alone and unsupervised while you found her.
>You could always...
>Rainbow's anxiously shifting legs interrupts your musings.
>And now that you're really paying attention, you notice a moderate amount of moisture has began to build up on the outside of her her hole.
>You decide to wait it out and see if anything interesting develops.
>Not ten minutes later as Rainbow is muzzle deep in pleasuring her friend, her hoof travels anxiously to her own pleasure center.
>She's too well trained to touch herself outright, so all she manages to do is scratch lightly at the area.
>It really is a pitiful sight.
>Your legs turn to jelly as you get up from your chair.
>But you make your way over to the action, bending down to whisper in Rainbow's ear.
"No touching. The only contact I want you to have is with Applejack."
>It takes a second for your words to really sink in.
>Soon enough though, her eyes widen questioningly.
>Tilting your head and widening your eyes, you try and signal that "yes, you meant it that way."
>And you thought Applejack was dense.
>Almost immediately Rainbow flips over to the other side and pushes Applejack's muzzle into herself.
>She really didn't waste much time...
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>Rainbow's look of satisfaction versus Applejack's look of betrayal satisfies your boredom.
>You take your seat and view the scene with renewed interest.
"I... want you to lick me Applejack. Make me orgasm like you can't."
>She's really getting into this.
>Applejack's taken aback.
>Whatever small sliver of hope she had must have just crumbled in those words.
>Defeatedly she begins to sample Rainbow's pussy.
>Carefully and gently, she unmouths her tongue and runs it along the outer rim.
"That's... that's good Applejack. Just like that."
>Her whole body shudders in pleasure.
>And a moan escapes her lips
>You knew she was horny, but you didn't realize just how horny...
>Horny enough to grab the back of her friend's head and push her deeper.
>With her face being so squished against her nethers, your vision is obstructed.
>But slurping sound scan be heard.
>Very erotic slurping sounds.
>It isn't long before Rainbow lets out a contented howl.
"Oh Applejack. That was great. Thank you."
>But her joy doesn't last long when she sees the look of utter devastation it's caused her friend.
"I... I just meant..."
>The moment after orgasm is always the clearest.
>When all the tensions gone, your mind is free to think and reflect.
>You can only imagine what's going on through Rainbow's mind right now.
>She places her hoof on the tearful face of Applejack.
"It's... It's for your own good... Please remember that. It's for both of our goods."
>Applejack just nods sadly.
>But there's no real understanding in her eyes.
>Turning around, she presents Rainbow with her own sopping wetness.
>And so the round begins anew.
>After three hours, your little playthings are beginning to really feel the affects of tantric sex.
>How they ever made it through the fourth and fifth hour is beyond you.
>And by the time that sixth and final hour rolls around, they're so mentally drained they barely register what they're doing anymore.
>Though oddly enough, Applejack is still wet as ever.
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>It's been a long five hours.
>And you'd be lying if you said you've enjoyed every minute of it.
>But as you watch the two exhausted ponies continue past their limits in an effort to please you,
>You can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.
>Yes, you've wasted the better part of your waking hours locked in here as a nonparticipating observer.
>But you were able to help Rainbow and Applejack grow and learn.
>And with only moderate corruption to their friendship.
>Now, it's not exactly their final test but it certainly show's they're ready for it.
>But that'll be something to think on later.
>You suddenly become very aware of you own erection.
>It's rock hard.
>After being turned on and off so many times during the last five hours, you suppose it's to be expected.
>But it's tired of being ignored.
>And honestly you're tired of ignoring it.
>Standing on wobbly legs, you make your way over to the bed.
>It's the first time you've made your presence known in a while, and it quickly grabs the two ponies attention.
>Without even acknowledging that this is something they should concern themselves with, you take your place on the bed behind Rainbow Dash.
>And proceed to unbutton your pants and position yourself at her tip.
>Even though all activity has ceased and their attention is focused entirely on you, you proceed casually.
>You slide in effortlessly.
>She's just as wet as Applejack. With her earlier orgasm long since passed, she must be ready to go again.
>Taking your hand, you force Rainbow's face back towards Applejack's cunt.
>That will be the only impact you make right now.
>You aren't participating in the punishment.
>You're using Rainbow Dash as a cock sleeve.
>But even as she returns to her work, she moans in ecstasy.
>You move to the rhythm of a man satisfying himself.
>Pumping furiously and deeply, you're only desire is to bring about your own orgasm.
>Five hours of boredom washes away in Rainbow's wetness.
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>A hot pressure builds up at the base of your shaft.
>And as the first spurt of cum leaves your dick, you pull yourself back.
>Not all the way, but enough so that just the tip remains inside rainbow's quivering pussy.
>There you release your load.
>It comes in thick, heavy shots.
>You didn't realize just how much teasing you were enduring yourself.
>As you pull out, a healthy amount of semen dribbles out with you with more still inside.
>You feel a sense of satisfaction as the desired affect is reached.
>It's time to make your presence felt.
>You bend down and whisper in Rainbow's ear.
"Give your friend a taste pet. The poor thing doesn't get to experience it often."
>With a pant and a a sigh of content she nods her understanding.
"Alright... Applejack. For the next 30 minutes I want you to clean every drop of master's semen out of me."
>She pauses.
"And please reflect on your actions... for both of our sakes."
>Before Applejack has time to respond, she's nose deep in Rainbow's cum drenched pussy.
>Such an erotic sight.
>It's nearly enough to make you hard again.
>Not quite, but nearly.
>Applejack's long since give up a pretense of having a say in this matter.
>She's not even despairing anymore.
>And now that she's faced with her final task, she sets about it with acceptance.
>Lapping up all the transparent white liquid leaking out of Rainbow's hole.
>Licking and tasting.
>Consuming and swallowing.
>Taking time to get every last drop from the inside of her thighs to deep within her honey pot.
>You watch in distant fascination, gently pushed against their warm bodies.
>But the final act is always the shortest and the end draws near.
>And passes not with a bang, but with a shudder of release.
>Rainbow releases her orgasm into Applejack's mouth and collapses on top of her friend.
>The clock ticks passed the final hour and the punishment ends.
>You beckon your pets forth and they crawl up next to you cuddling against your bare skin.
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>Your fingers explore their bodies gently as you let your mind drift peacefully.
>This was way more taxing than it should have been.
>But given the circumstances it went pretty well.
>And it did give you one of your most powerful orgasms so far.
>You rub your hand gently across Applejack's stomach and she scoots closer, mashing her warmth against yours.
>Her wetness rubs against your leg and she lets out a contended sigh.
>When Rainbow notices Applejack cuddling closer to you, she moves to do the same.
>Taking her hoof and wrapping it around your leg, she forces herself underneath your extremities.
>And presses herself tight against your body.
>You had many things planned for after they were done.
>This was not one of them.
>You were going to take advantage of their deteriorated mental state to have some fun.
>But in the quiet of the moment, you forget all of your little tricks and ploys.
>And just enjoy the respite.
>It's been non stop action since you got here.
>You scan the faces of your pets and then let your eyes wander to the ceiling.
>They love you.
>And why shouldn't they? You've trained them well.
>Blinking, you let your eyes begin to droop.
>It's still early, only 6. Now isn't the time for sleep.
>But it's too serene. Maybe you could just close your eyes for a minute...
>You really need a good rest.
>Your mind begins to drift as the world goes dark
>And comes crashing back into focus when you hear a loud banging at the door.
>A slight pressure builds in the back of your eye as you force yourself upright.
>Looking at the clock, you see it's only been 30 minutes.
>Knock, Knock, Knock.
>The pressure pounds in tune with the knocking at the door.
>Blinking away the pain, you push your pets to the side and stand.
>They look at you questioningly, but you give them a reassuring nod and go to the door.
>Who the fuck has the nerve to interrupt one of your sessions?
>Knock, Kno...
>You sling the door open angrily.
>It's just a guard.
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>A very scared looking guard.
>With his hoof dangling uselessly in the air, mid knock.
"What is it? I'm in the middle of something."
>Surprisingly, it comes out calm for how angry you are.
>It takes him a second to answer, he's to busy gawking into the room behind you.
>You follow his gaze into the room.
>This feels oddly familiar.
"Is there something in there that concerns you?"
>He lets out a panicked stutter.
"I... I was just... That is to say..."
>The damn stallion hasn't even lowered his hoof yet.
>You sigh.
"I'm not angry."
>You are angry.
"Just tell me what you're doing here."
>But you recognize that you have to have some control.
>Fear is good. But fear and respect is better.
"What I'm doing here... Right! What I'm doing here: Our empress has requested your presence in her personal chambers... Sir."
>You rub your temples. No rest for the wicked.
"Thank you soldier. I'll be there shortly."
>You make a move to leave, but the air is thick between you and it's obvious he's wanting to say something.
>Staring at him is just making him more nervous.
"Look... What's your name soldier?"
"I'm... N...Night Watch... Sir!"
>More scared stuttering. And these are the ponies entrusted to guard the castle...
"Look Night Watch, I'm sure you've heard the rumors of the... disciplines I give. But trust me when I say that as long as you don't cross me, you have nothing to fear."
"Your friends violated my property. My pets are very vulnerable when they are being trained and they took advantage of that. I am not unjust. And I don't punish without reason."
"So please, stop being afraid and just say what you want to say..."
>His eye are wide.
"But... But sir. They weren't my friends. They weren't anypone's friends. What you did... I wanted to thank you for it."
>You blink.
>And tilt your head.
"I won't lie. I am afraid of the sheer power you posses. But I also respect you immensely. And I just wanted to say thank you for what you did."
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>It takes a second to process his words.
>Sheer power?
>He isn't afraid of your influence.
>He respects you as an individual. He recognizes your capabilities and fears them.
>And it takes every bit of willpower you can muster to convince yourself that it's based on a lie.
>You are good at what you do, but power you do not have.
>Your control comes from manipulation and the backing of others.
>Keep competent and know your limits.
>You can do well here. You are doing well here.
>But if you ever lose focus it can all come to ruin.
>Still though...
"I was just defending what is mine."
>Night Watch blushes and looks sideways.
"You... You kind of did Sir. More than you know. I am proud to be in your service. You... You've freed me from..."
>He trails off before letting out an embarrassed cough.
>You forget sometimes that there's a kingdom being run around you. Lives are being lived.
>And just like everywhere, the castle has it's own theatrical drama.
>Your chuckle causes the guard new alarm.
"S... Sir?"
"Nothing soldier. Just finding humor where I can is all. Thank you for taking the time to tell me how you feel."
>He straightens proudly.
"Now, I'm going to get ready to visit my Nightmare."
>You take care to use an ambiguous possessive form. It'll help keep the notion that she isn't the one with all the power alive.
"If you'd like to be of help, you can go find my personal maid while I get ready and... finish up with my pets."
>He nods enthusiastically.
"Yes Sir!"
>You let out a concluding chuckle.
"And for the love of... would you put your hoof down already?"
>You can actually see the blush appear on his face as he realizes it's been dangling useless for the entire length of the conversation.
>He lets out a an embarrassed, nervous laugh and nods.
"Sorry about that... Sir."
>He turns to leave but is held in place by your eyes studying him.
"Sir...?"
"I think I like you soldier. Run along now. I've got to work to do."
>You don't wait to see his reaction.
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>You hear rushed hoofsteps in the distance as you close the door behind you.
>They sure move fast when you ask them to do something.
>Ha.
>You still can't believe the level of admiration he had.
>Do all the guards feel this way? You must make a note to take a poll or something.
>Maybe you could visit their barracks for an inspection.
>When you have the time of course.
>Much later.
>Whatever. Another thing to add to your already very long list of future activities.
>You rub your temples.
>You've never been so fulfilled.
>You've also never been so exhausted.
>And there's no time to rest. Nightmare Moon sent a guard over to summon you to her chambers.
>Who knows what she has planned now.
>Picking up Applejack's forgotten belt, you return to your pets.
>They eye you questioningly.
"I've got an appearance to make with Nightmare Moon."
>The mention of her name causes apprehension between the two.
"It's nothing I'm sure. Don't concern yourselves with such things."
>Spreading Applejack's legs, you poke each leg through the holes in her device.
>And pull it up into a snug fit, locking it in place.
>A bit of liquid seeps out the side as you do so.
>She must still be horny.
>Good.
"But it does mean our time has come to end I'm afraid. However, I..."
>A knock at the door interrupts your speech.
>Wow, that was quick.
>Really quick.
>You picture your new acquaintance running around the castle yelling Octavia's name.
>And when he finally finds her in a hall somewhere, she just ignores his energy and walks calmly to your call.
>It brings a smile to your lips.
"Come in Octavia."
>The door opens quietly and in she steps with tranquil refinement.
>She bows but doesn't speak.
"Quick as always. You really must be commended on your efficiency. Come here would you?"
>She obeys silently.
>Normally she wouldn't forgo honorifics. It must be the presence of your pets.
>Come to think of it, it is the first time you and her have been in the same room as them.
>Hm
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>She reaches your side and angles her head downward in respect, awaiting her next command
"You're just in time Octavia. I won't have to repeat myself now."
>She blinks.
"I've got some business to attend elsewhere, but these two have earned some actual quality time together."
"I want you to oversee it in my absence."
>Her entire body twitches in surprise.
>It isn't that bizarre of a request is it? You are capable of being nice.
>Both of you pretend like nothing happened as she looks up in expectation of her new orders.
"No sex, but let them keep each other's company."
>You look at the long forgotten food on the table.
"Maybe have some dinner. Whatever."
>The silence and is pissing you off.
>Your happy news is met with anxious fidgeting.
"Girls, when your master is being kind, he expects a thank you."
>Rainbow Dash's answer is immediate.
"Thank... thank you master! That's very kind of you."
>It's a bit forced, but you forgive her. Whether she concerned or not, she's still putting her trust in you.
>And afterward Applejack feels comfortable enough to give her response.
"You're too kind to us master. Thank ya so much."
>Slower, but more heartfelt and sincere.
>And paired with a natural smile.
>Between the two of them, they make the perfect pet.
"Enjoy yourselves. Octavia here will make sure you're provided with everything you need with only moderate restrictions."
>You take a second to glance in her direction.
"Of course master. I will make sure they are accommodated."
>You nod your satisfaction.
"Now, this should go without saying, but don't... do anything silly while I'm gone. I won't be lenient."
>You bend down and whisper in Rainbow's ear.
"And of course I would hold you ultimately responsible."
>Without giving her time to react, you stand.
"Now I've got an... engagement to get too. Octavia, follow me into the hall for a second."
>With a forced gentle smile backwards, you take your leave.
>Octavia follows stoically.
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>In the hall, she awaits your orders with a slight fidget.
>You wonder what must be going on inside her head to cause her to act so anxious.
>The small differences in movement and mannerisms wouldn't normally be very noticeable.
>But on a pone such as Octavia who defines herself with refinement and dignity, the difference is night and day.
>Does she think she's going to have to actively participate in their training?
>After all, her involvement thus far has only been passive. And any actual involvement might make it all too real for her.
>Or maybe she's afraid you're finally turning your sights on her.
>Truth is, a little bit of both.
>The only difference is, you really don't feel the need to break this mare.
>There's no thrill of the game to be had.
>She's extremely competent. She does what you ask and she does it well.
>And she knows her place while doing it.
>What rush can be gained from breaking a mare that's already made the choice to be broken?
"There's no tricks here Octavia. Just keep watch over them while they have some friend time together and report back to me if they misbehave. There's no need for anything extra on your part."
>All at once her body stops fidgeting as she's reassured there's no scheme in the works.
>You take a sadistic pleasure in crushing hopes.
"I want them to get comfortable with you. You're going to aid me in... well we'll discuss that later. Just get lull them into complacency."
>It does illicit a shocked response, but not as big of one as you would have thought.
>She's very good about taking new things in stride.
>Just another reason why toying with her would be boring.
"Very well. Is there... anything else you require of me master?"
"No that's all. I'm not sure when I'll be back, keep their company until then though."
>She bows respectfully and turns to take her role as babysitter.
>You watch her go until the door closes and then make your way to Nightmare Moon.
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>As you make your way through the halls to Nightmare Moon you suddenly realize...
>You're making your way through the halls to Nightmare Moon.
>And while the days of her name striking fear in your heart have come and passed, you're still slightly anxious.
>This is the first time she's specifically requested your presence.
>It could be very good. Or it could be very bad.
>Or somewhere in between.
>Who knows with Nightmare Moon?
>You still have yet to figure her out.
>You're attracted to the aura of pure power she gives off.
>She knows what she wants and she knows how to get it. You even like her playful side... to an extent.
>But for all of that, she is a terrible ruler. And while you like her playfulness, you absolutely hate it too.
>Couple that with the fact she could easily end your life and you're left in a limbo of uncertainty.
>You sigh as you reach her chambers.
>A very pretty ornate door with an old fashioned knocker stands between you.
>Why do ponies even have things like this when they have no hands?
>Chuckling lightly at your own wonderment, you use it to signal your presence.
>Nightmare Moon doesn't let you wait long.
>It only takes a few seconds for the door to spring open.
>Revealing your conundrum in all her glory.
>She grins wide.
"Ah welcome troll. We're glad you could join us."
>Wondering how much you can get away with, you forgo bowing in favor of a polite smile and some sweet words.
>She doesn't notice.
"Always my queen. What did you need?"
>She giggles in response.
>Love or hate her, she is adorable. That much is certain.
"We have a surprise for you. Follow us."
>She turns on a hoof and enters her chamber.
>You follow into the darkness.
>It's isn't a normal darkness either. It's piercing.
>The light from the hallway doesn't even seem to reach inside.
>You're not scared, but you are far from being comfortable.
>When the door shuts, you're scared.
"One, two, three."
>Light floods the room and you're face to face with a bound and gagged...
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>Gryphon.
>Nightmare Moon giggles childishly.
>Reaching down with a wisp of magic she firmly takes hold of the brown feathered avian's head and forces attention on herself.
>There is no playfulness in her voice.
"He's finally here GIlda. We can begin now."
>When she lets go, the bird immediately shifts her gaze to something else.
>You're the only something else in the room.
>After that display, the look of contempt in her eyes is underwhelming.
>You shift your gaze to Nightmare Moon.
"What are we beginning?"
>You're honestly surprised that this surprises you.
>She grins wide.
"Our guards captured her making quite the ruckus. Isn't she remarkable? A gryphon!"
>The back of your head itches. Is she still staring at you?
"Can you imagine? 1000 years ago, we ponies were mortal enemies with them."
>Fondly, she looks down at Gilda.
"My how far we've come. My how far we've fallen."
>With a laugh, Nightmare Moon glances at her captive.
"Oh my, there's a feisty one. Just look at her glare."
>You see. It doesn't really amuse you. It actually kind of pisses you off.
"She needs to be taught manners."
"We couldn't agree more, brute. We were just about educate her."
>She trails off.
"Ahem... But we had a thought. She's such an exotic piece, we thought it selfish to have her all to ourselves."
>Ah.
>So that's how this is playing out.
>You guessed she would just be another gift.. But Nightmare Moon wants to make it a joint effort.
"If you have plans elsewhere, we don't mind..."
>No. You can't let her think that. And surely it won't be that bad. It might even be fun.
"I'm honored. It's very generous of you to include me."
>At your acceptance, the whole room seems to lighten.
"Ah wonderful. Shall we get started? We have so many ideas! And we're so curious about your technique."
>You nod, thinking on her words.
>She has so many ideas...
>And you realize you've caught a glimpse of her technique already.
>It isn't pretty.
>Shit.
>Now you're going you're going be participating first hand.
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"If you wouldn't mind, allow us to go first."
>You summon your attention and focus it on Nightmare Moon, nodding your blessing.
>Unfurling her wings in a large dramatic motion, a swirl of magic descends upon the griffon.
"It's important to remember that such creatures are below us, so we make it a priority never to touch them with out bare hooves."
>Gilda's eyes narrow in hatred as one of her wings is pulled from the binds and stretched outward.
"Disgusting creatures these griffons. They pollute our skies with their very presence. Well not anymore."
>The swooning and flowing magic sharpens to a point and slices through the air towards the base of Gilda's wing.
>Only to stop abruptly.
"Ah. How inconsiderate of us. We forgot to ask. Do you require the use of this one's wings for anything?"
>You swallow the lump in your throat.
>And try to blink away the uneasy feeling the moment has left you with.
>She's going to cut off her wing. It's something you've threatened to do more than once.
>But now that you're face to face with the act, a gnawing disquiet is eating away at your stomach.
>Clearing your throat, you exude the confident aura you've grown good at faking.
"Actually, my queen, if it isn't too much trouble. I do have some small plans for her wings. If you could leave them in tact..."
>She smiles.
"Of course. We get a little... overzealous at times. The rush of removing a limb of a deserving creature is intoxicating. But of course it can wait."
>You return her smile.
"Thank you."
>Sparing a look at Gilda, you see she's still glaring at you with an intense hatred.
>What a stupid animal. She should be kissing your feet right now. Doesn't she realize what you did for her?
>She really should learn that you're lesser of the two evils in the situation.
"Though, I have no use for her talons."
>Nightmare Moon makes a happy crooning noise.
"Yes, that would be most pleasing."
>The magic releases her wing and moves downward to grab a leg.
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>Gilda's tied beak does a good job at silencing her screeching noises as the first nail is ripped from her foot.
"The screams are nice. But they hurt our head after a while. We find it best to gag them if we're to play with them for a long time."
>Another talon removed.
>Another muffled cry of anguish.
>Strangely the earlier feeling of unease hasn't returned.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Funny things screams. They're an evolutionary trait to alert others that one's in danger."
>Nightmare Moon eyes you thoughtfully as another talon is ripped from its bed.
"We suppose."
"I just find it funny is all. Nopony iwould come to her aid even if we did undo her gag and let her wail as much as she wanted."
>The last talon of the first foot leaves its home.
"Ah. We see your point. It is amusing when you put it like that."
>Gilda lies panting in her binds, her bleeding foot creating small, but growing puddle of crimson.
"Can you cauterize her wounds after your done?"
>Nightmare Moon laughs.
"Oh? The big bad slave keeper can't stand the sight of blood?"
>A flush comes to your face.
"It's just messy is all. I prefer them clean."
>It's even partially true.
>With a quick flick of her smoky mane, you hear a singe, and the growing puddle isn't growing anymore.
>Another flick and the blood evaporates leaving behind a red stain on the floor as the only evidence of its existence.
>You're actually taken aback a bit.
"That's... really impressive."
>Nightmare Moon fluffs up her appearance and stands proud.
"Of course. Our magic is rivaled by no other."
>The sound of struggling brings your attention back to your newest plaything.
>It seems she's finally realized just how dire her predicament is.
>She's stretching and pulling, using her other three feet to claw at the smoky binds entangling her.
>To no avail.
>After every cut, the magic reasserts itself and holds firm.
>Nightmare Moon watches in amusement.
"Look at it struggle ogre!"
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>You're looking.
>And it really is a pathetic sight.
>For as much as Gilda struggles, she gains absolutely no ground.
>You calmly stride over to her and bend down to her level, returning her hateful gaze with an apathetic one.
>She stops struggling in anticipation of punishment, but instead you just maintain the eye contact wordlessly.
>When she thinks the situation isn't going to advance further, she renews her efforts.
>With as much force as you can muster you bring your palm down against the side of her face.
>That gets her attention.
>Her eyes gloss over for a moment while she regains her equilibrium.
>And upon finding it, she begins to frantically pull and struggle again.
>You bring down another blow.
>And another.
>And another.
>She doesn't stop though. After every hit, her movements become more erratic.
>Till she's just mindlessly thrashing about.
>The dumb bird just will not learn.
>Reaching down, you cup her throat. Tightening your grip slowly, you make sure to squeeze her vital spots.
>Finally she stops.
>You don't.
>She has to learn what escalation leads too.
>While steadily chocking the life out of your newest project, you turn to Nightmare Moon.
"You don't like screams. I don't like struggling. I just find it so much easier to educate them when they're docile."
>Nightmare Moo's eyes shine approvingly.
>Holding your hand for just a few seconds longer, you give a final tight squeeze and release the yellow griffon.
>Causing her to enter into a fit of coughing and dry retching, trying desperately to suck in air.
>But no more thrashing around.
>It's important to give them this time to recover and think on their actions before you move forward.
>Submission yields peace. Rebellion yields pain.
>Even the simplest of pets can learn that concept given the correct training.
>Nightmare Moon doesn't seem to share your philosophy though.
>Reaching down with her smoky magic, she pulls a leg out, ready to set to work.
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>It's pitiful to watch.
>The first paw must have been Nightmare Moon's way of warming Gilda up.
>While it hurt, the pain came in short bursts.
>Now, she's taking pleasure in making it last.
>Gilda spasms on the table, frantically inhaling air while Nightmare Moon drags out the declawing process.
>A slow cracking sound can be heard as the nail gradually separates from its bed.
>And all the while, Nightmare Moon keeps her gaze cold and focused, her enjoyment of the situation made known through the smirk on her lips.
>You're reminded of why you feared her to begin with.
>It's easy to forget when all she ever shows you is her childish side.
>And her obvious crush.
>You briefly wonder if she thinks she's being subtle before you're pulled out of thought by a particularly loud sickening crack.
"Ah that one was most satisfying, don't you think so Imp?"
>The most recent talon floats closer to your eye level for your inspection.
>Honestly you have no idea how to distinguish good work from bad in the situation.
>It's a sharp polished claw that's obviously been well taken care of.
>While a bit of blood drips from a jagged, but clean ripped bottom.
"Very nice work, Nightmare. I certainly couldn't have done any better."
>It's true.
>Her cold demeanor melts into a boisterous warmth aimed at you.
>With a flick of her magic, Nightmare Moon carefully shakes off the blood and stabs a small hole through the base.
>Another wisp leaves your sight for a few seconds, only to return with a golden chain linked wire.
>Threading it through, the final product begins to take form.
>And her intentions dawn on you.
>Shit.
>It's interesting, but definitely not something you'd would normally wear.
>It's tacky.
>And it's floating right toward your neck line.
"We hope you like it."
>Wrapping around your neck, you can hear the metal twist and lock into place.
>You lift the curved hook up to your face.
>So tacky.
>Letting it drop, you turn to face Nightmare.
>Who is currently stiffing a laugh.
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>You sigh. At this point, it's pretty much a given that you will never be able to read the Night Queen.
>Whatever game this is, it's obvious you can't win. So you'd rather not play.
>You give Nightmare Moon an ambiguous smile and quickly adjust your concentration to something else.
>Setting your sights on Gilda, you refocus on the one thing you know well.
>The convulsing has subsided, but her body is trembling slightly.
>It's good for her. She's finally understanding her predicament.
>Her cloudy eyes lock onto yours and the disorientation clears. They narrow in hostile contempt.
>Anger bubbles in the pit of your stomach. The stupid bird just won't learn.
>You rub the claw dangling from your neck and face Nightmare Moon.
"I think I'd like to try."
>The suggestion delights her.
"We think that's a most fabulous idea!"
>Smoky magic magic rushes out of your sight just like it did before, only this time it returns with a pair of black metal pliers.
>They float gently towards you.
>Grabbing them from the air, you take another look at Gilda.
>Her hind paws are done, but her front paws are still ready to be worked.
>Too bad they're still bound tightly by magic.
"Ah, do you think you could..."
>You nod towards your intended target and Nightmare Moon hurries to rip the leg outward for you.
"Of course. We must apologize. We aren't used to someone else participating in our... fun."
>Still fiddling with the sharp trophy hanging around your neck, you smile 
"Yeah. I know what you mean."
>Before an awkward pause can set in, you yield the pliers and get to work.
>But it's actually more difficult than you imagined it to be.
>Nightmare Moon does a good job at holding her down and exposing the claw, but removing them from their bed proves to be a hassle.
>It's slow work.
>It's painful work.
>Not for you, but you can only imagine what Gilda is feeling.
>Every slow tug, every twist and bend must be excruciating.
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>Without any warning something finally gives and the nail separates with a wet cracking sound.
>Holding the claw up to your eye level, you examine your handy work.
>It's nowhere near as clean as Nightmare Moon's, but to your untrained eye it looks as though you got the important part.
>You toss the object to Nightmare Moon who catches it with her smoky magic.
"How did I do?"
>She rolls it over analytically.
"It's crude, but the purpose has been met. You destroyed the bed. It will not grow back."
>A shuffling sound brings your attention back to Gilda.
>Her eyes are wide.
>And she looks sick with disbelief.
>Oh... You took for granted that she would realize what was happening.
>But she isn't smart enough to understand without explanation.
>It's just now dawning on her what you're doing.
>Her eyes travel slowly to her hind paws.
>And she just stares.
>No hatred anymore. There's no malice or rebellion.
>Reality is hitting her hard.
>But it's good for you. She's prepped perfectly for training. A little manipulation, a little rest and you can...
"Do hurry troll. Look at it's face! Do the next one! Oh this is so thrilling."
>You shift attention back to Nightmare Moon.
"Yeah... Right. I was just... lost in thought."
>Gilda hasn't overcame her shock by the second talon, nor the third.
>But on the fourth she looks at you with anguish, pleading for you to spare her.
>It gives easily with the extra burst of energy you use.
>A single pair of tears drips from her eyes as she launches into another fruitless rage.
>Nightmare Moon giggles and watches in gleeful interest.
"What's the moon like?"
>The question takes her aback.
"Why... why does thou ask?"
>Because you wonder what happened to her to make her enjoy the suffering of others so.
"I'd just like to know more about you."
>She stares with unblinking fortitude while you see the gears turn behind her eyes.
>You briefly wonder if you've overstepped.
"It was cold. And isolated."
>The corners of her mouth pulls back slightly.
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>She's snarling ever so slightly.
"One day we will share the story creature, but we do not wish to speak of it just yet."
>The subject clearly upset her.
>Shit, maybe you did overstep after all.
>But if you're to handle her properly, you needed to know. And now you do.
>She's definitely lonely.
>And if you really think on it, wasn't it obvious? She always secludes herself from everypony. You're quite literally the only being she acts friendly with.
"But let us ask you a question."
>Nightmare Moon's words are followed by an ear shattering scream.
>It's enough to surprise even you.
>She has removed Gilda's gag and pulled the last remaining claws all at once.
>Gilda wheezes and tries to speak, her voice clearly laced with pain.
"Bast... *huff* BASTARDS!"
>In a fell swoop Nightmare rakes the claws across the right side of her face, causing four deep gashes and obliterating her eye.
>Blood pours from her face and Gilda produces another wretched, screeching cry.
"They are such stupid creatures, so deserving of everything we do to them."
>Whatever is going on is different from earlier. The atmosphere has shifted drastically.
>Even the light seems darker.
"Why don't they see?"
>She tosses the claws aside and uses her magic instead, ripping and tearing at the feathers on her wings till nothing remains.
"Why it must be this way?"
>It's finally too much for Gilda to take. She convulses on the table, tears streaming out of her one good eye while blood pours from the other.
"...Why don't they love us?"
>The magic wraps itself around Gilda's neck and closes tightly.
>Her back arches wildly as the last bit of life begins to leave her body.
>For the first time in a while, you don't know what you should do. Everything is happening too fast.
>Wasn't this always the intended outcome?
>Does it even matter if this stupid animal dies?
>You just thought you had more time.
>More time to play with her, more time to train her, more time to... what?
>Shit, you can't think!
"STOP!"
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>The magic slowly retracts from Gilda's dying frame as time slows to a crawl.
>Shit.
>When it rescinds fully, Nightmare Moon faces you in disbelief.
>Shit!
>Wordlessly, the two of you stare at each other.
>SHIT!
>You have to do something. Now.
>She was already having issues. You had to choose this exact moment to gain a conscience?
>You aren't the good guy.
>You aren't the hero.
>Your role isn't to save anypony. It's to dominate them.
>And before all else, your happiness comes first.
>Then why the Hell did you just offer your neck to the chopping block for one of them?
>A sputtering, pained wheeze signals that Gilda is still alive. For now at least.
>And as much as you try to repress the feeling, you're glad.
>The garbled cries fill the silence for several moments before it all becomes too much for Nightmare Moon.
"Why... We thought you..."
>You've never seen her so insecure and pained before.
"We thought..."
>Better than angry, but it somehow doesn't lighten your mood on the situation
"We thought..."
>Whatever's happening to you, you don't like it.
>You can't do what you do and still have empathy.
>You just can't.
>But nevertheless, you chest tightens and you find yourself walking to Nightmare Moon.
>The embrace surprises her.
>Honestly, it surprises you too.
>But here you both are.
>You arms wrap around her pitch black form, droplets of Gilda's blood being smeared between your two bodies.
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>Nightmare Moon stiffens at first, but soon accepts your touch, offering no resistance.
>The labored breathes of Gilda mix with the soft contentedness of her sighs creating a unique harmony.
>And for a moment, a comfortable serenity takes root.
>Allowing you time to think.
>You have to control the situation before it gets worse. You knew Nightmare Moon was unstable, but you misjudged just how unstable.
>It's understandable. When she's hurt, she lashes out.
>But she acts on her emotions unchecked. 
>Right now she's just like an impudent child throwing a temper tantrum.
>Except a frenzied child isn't capable of destroying a nation.
>She needs somepony to be able to slap her hoof and tell her "No."
>She needs what all your pets needs.
>Guidance and control.
>With a stable force in her life, who knows what she can achieve.
>What she can do for Equestria. 
>What she can do for herself.
>What she can do for you.
>Suddenly you aren't scared of the situation anymore. You aren't scared of her.
>Because with methodology comes a feeling of certainty.
>You didn't realize it, but it's something you've been lacking around her.
>When you tighten the hug, Nightmare Moon lays her head on your shoulder and whispers into your ear.
"We should have never doubted you. You're the only one we can count on. You're... just like us."
>You reach up and lay your hand on her face.
"No. I'm not."
>As her mind processes your words, the muscles beneath her jet black coat begin to tense. Hard.
>You let her stew for a minute before you continue.
"But you can trust me. Don't you ever doubt that. So hear me when I say this. You need to stop."
"Take them. Use them. The world is yours to do with as you please. And you should enjoy it to the fullest."
"But look at what you've done. That animal could have been trained. It was a hard lesson, but it was learning its rightful place."
"Now... there will be nothing gained. It'll die resenting us, cursing you and me for everything we are."
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"Our council... They've been doing nothing but placating us till now, telling us what we want to hear."
>Her body begins to soften, the tension leaving her muscles.
"We've enjoyed their weakness because we thought only we knew what was best. But perhaps you are right, ogre..."
>You're sharing a moment, you kind of thought the nicknames would stop.
"We... We must reflect on this."
>Breaking the embrace, Nightmare abruptly turns around, hiding her face.
"But thank you... For being honest. We've had nopony but ourselves to count on for 1000 years. It does obscure the ego a bit."
>Silence falls for a few short moments before she straightens up and turns around once more, standing proud.
"We thank you for your council. We shall take it into consideration this very evening."
>It is seriously odd how the mare can go from childish to fearsome to vulnerable to dignified in such a short amount time.
>Nevertheless, the groundwork has been layed. The crop should yield fruit soon enough.
"1000 years with only ourselves. It is good to finally have an ally."
>You smile deeply. Even though your partly conspiring against her, the words warm your chest.
"Yes. It is."
>The sound of wet coughing interrupts the moment.
>Nightmare Moon looks over at the gruesome scene with uncertain interest.
"While badly hurt, we always avoid the vitals until the very end. If we make haste, we should be able to save its life."
>She glances between the two of you for a moment as if trying to find another solution to a problem she already knows the answer to.
"We must ask you to trust us and take your leave. There are some thing you must not witness."
>That's cryptic as Hell...
>But you nod uncertainly and slowly begin to edge towards the door.
>At the exit though, Nightmare Moon calls to you one final time.
"Thank you..."
>And with that, the door shuts, locking you out and leaving you to ponder on what just happened.
>Leaving you to plan for your next move.
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>Your rub your temples and stare at the ornate door, wondering what secrets its hiding.
>Do you even want to know?
>What a load of crap. Of course you do.
>But its obvious you can't right now, so what use is there worrying about it?
>Doing a heel turn, you begin the journey towards your own lodging.
>Overall it's been a good day. All days come with setbacks, but they were nothing you couldn't deal with.
>In fact, you haven't tasted real failure since you got here.
>The thought inflates your ego and relieves some of the tension in your shoulders.
>You don't even bother concede your fallibleness this time.
>After all, its okay to stroke the self-esteem every now and then...
>When you make it back to Applejack's room, you stop just short of opening the door.
>You rock your head back and forth trying to decide the line between paranoia and precaution.
>Whatever, better safe than sorry.
>Leaning in, you press yourself against the hard wood, listening intently.
" ... "
>Nothing.
>How silly of you to even try. What did you expect to happen? To hear them talking about you behind your back?
>...
>Your press yourself up against the door again, straining your ears against the oaken surface.
" ... "
" ... "
" ... master."
>There! You knew it!
>It isn't paranoia if you're right.
>A person's name is so ingrained into their subconscious that when spoken, they'll recognize it over just about anything.
>And that applies to your title too.
>But fuck if it wasn't difficult.
>However, you want to know what they're talking about. And you will not be deterred when you want something.
>You force all extraneous thoughts out of your mind and focus.
>Focus.
>Focus!
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>As all other thoughts are pushed out, your mind centers on the ease dropping of your property.
>You reach a state of clarity.
"... deserving. ... ..."
>Or at least that's what you try to tell yourself.
>In truth you can barely make out every tenth word.
>This is extremely frustrating.
>Not only are they talking freely, but they're talking freely about you.
>And you aren't allowed to hear.
>In the back of your mind, you understand why the doors are as thick as they are, but that doesn't stop you from cursing them all the same.
>Throwing away the last bit of your dignity, you crouch down and place yourself against the narrow crack separating the door from the floor.
>The passage is so well made, it's damn near nonexistent, but it's the last thing you know to try.
"It could... worse. I don't want... think... mare in the moon..."
>And damn it all if it didn't work. It isn't perfect but you can definitely make out Rainbow's voice.
"Good you're here... doubtin' myself... got me thinkin' some weird..."
>Applejack's turn now. Her voice is soft and sad.
"Don't know... to think anymore. ... not as smart... Miss my family..."
>Applejack lets out a shuttering whimper and goes quiet.
>Rainbow takes up the lead to comfort her friend.
"If... good... let you... them."
>They're rationalizing behaving.
>The thought brings a smile to your face.
>You can only truly dominate somepony when they convince themselves that it's better to submit.
>And they're taking a giant step towards that direction.
"Yah think?"
>A couple seconds of silence.
"I do."
>There was clear hesitation by Rainbow, but Applejack doesn't seem to notice.
>She lets out a heavy sigh and mumbles a few words in a happy tone.
>Rainbow Dash doesn't know it yet, but she just secured her role as Applejack's keeper.
>Oh it's going to provide you with endless hours of entertainment.
>Feeling pleased with yourself, you stand up and wipe the dirt off your hands and knees.
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>As the debris shakes to the floor, you feel a tinge of annoyance at the maids who supposedly keep the castle clean.
>The floors should be so polished you can eat off of them.
>Maybe you should just have a word with them later.
>A gratifying smirk forms on your lips as you imagine the terrified responses you'll get.
>And falls off just as quick as you realize you're only doing it for their terrified responses.
>Being needlessly cruel to the small ponies of Equestrian will gain you nothing in the end.
>Feeling a bit disgruntled and somehow unfulfilled, you stretch out limbs readying yourself to engage your pets.
>When you open the door, all motion in the room comes to a stop.
>Not that much seemed to be happening anyway.
>Applejack and Rainbow Dash are cuddling on the bed while Octavia watches silently from her seat.
>You know, it just occurs to you that you could have just had Octavia relay all the messages your two pets said.
>For someone so good at planning and manipulation, you are downright retarded sometimes...
>However bad you feel though, your mood lightens when you look at the complacent faces of your pets.
>So fearful and meek, but also respectful and obedient.
>And every now and then whether they realize it or not, they'll exhibit actual idolatry.
>Soon, like Fluttershy, they'll come to love you and it'll show all the time.
>Which reminds you...
"Good work Octavia. Keep Applejack company for a minute while I walk Rainbow Dash back to her room. I want to speak with you for a few seconds when I get back."
>You turn to give her a wink but she's already bowing in acknowledgment of your request.
"Of course master."
>Such a good maid, you really must do something for her.
>She's the only part of your property to come prebroken, robbing you of the entertainment.
>But that isn't her fault. And she's shown herself to be unfathomably useful.
>You give her a confident smile and take your leave with Rainbow Dash
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>The door closes with a booming thunk startling Rainbow Dash.
>It's a bit of an overreaction in your mind, but she's probably still a little apprehensive from the long day.
>Reaching down, you place a hand on her head.
>She looks up and meets your gaze before a blush appears on her cheek and she looks away in embarrassment.
"They make the doors thick around here, huh?"
>Yeah. You know.
>You flash her an amused smile and gently ruffle her hair.
"Come on."
>Rainbow lets herself be led quietly down the short distance between the two rooms.
>And in no time, you are both back in her own personal quarters.
>With a wave of your hand you gesture for her to make herself comfortable on her bed.
>While she does, you grab the lone chair and position yourself directly across from her.
>It's the 'we need to talk,' position.
>Sensing something amiss Rainbow looks at you anxiously.
"Is... Is something the matter? I did good today right? I did what you asked."
>You nod.
"You did. I'm very proud of you."
>Rainbow heaves a sigh of relief, the tension relieving ever so slightly.
"I also know what you said to Applejack while I was away. That if she's good I'll let her see her family."
>And at once, the tension returns.
"How did you...? I just thought... If that... She was just so sad and I wanted too... too..."
>You cut her off.
"Don't worry pet, I know exactly why you did it."
"You... You do?"
>You nod.
"I do. You understand that Applejack simply isn't smart enough to avoid trouble on her own."
>Stunned silence.
"She's your friend, and you'd do anything to see that she doesn't get hurt. Right?"
"Well... yeah."
>Confusion is etched into every wrinkle on Rainbow's face.
>She's not sure of where the conversation is going.
"Without you here today who knows how her punishment would have gone. The poor thing just doesn't understand."
>You reach out and touch her face.
"But you, you understand. You know the price you will have to pay for disobedience. The joy submitting can bring"
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>Your hands trail softly downward, coming to a rest on her restrained wings.
>She shudders as you begin to gently stroke.
"She's as different from you as you are to me, pet. She can barely be held responsible for her actions."
>Rainbow's eyes stare into your own as she absorbs what you're saying.
"So hence forth I'll hold you accountable."
>Her eyes become saucers as she finally grasps what you're saying.
>Without thinking she spurts out an excuse.
"Please... It's too much to ask. I won't be able to..."
>You roughly pluck a healthy feather from her side and crush it between your fingers.
>She instantly quietens down.
"You can and you will. You've already shown adequate command over her. I'm am just indefinitely extending that command is all."
>She tried to speak with your voice, let her feel the weight of the authority that comes with it.
"From now on you are given full authority over Applejack, not to supersede my own of course."
"But use it wisely. Her mistakes will be your mistakes - her failures, your failures."
"Within reason, you may punish her as you deem fit; but all rewards must go through me."
>Rainbow doesn't speak. This is honestly the first time you've seen her look so sick.
>She must be conflicted, debating the very definition of loyalty.
>Applejack is her friend. A true friend.
>What good is gained by refusing?
>...
>What good is gained by accepting?
>If she refuses, there is no doubt that she and Applejack will be punished.
>If she accepts, it is only a possibility. A preventable possibility.
>Logically, the most loyal thing to do would be to take you up on your offer and use it to prevent the certain misery.
"... Alright ..."
>You're filled with euphoria.
>A new game has begun.
>You softly stroke her wings once more.
"That's my girl. I knew you'd understand. It's for the best. It really is."
>She just nods sadly.
"Get some rest now. We'll adjust your room to accommodate Applejack tomorrow."
>Surprise overtakes the sadness on Rainbow's face.
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>You quirk an eyebrow at her reaction.
"Come now pet, how else did you expect to perform your duties?"
"Of... of course. You're so right."
>She looks away while a small smile pulls a the corners of her mouth.
>Even though it comes with heavy strings, she must be happy you're allowing her to room with a friend.
>Hope makes ponies so short sighted.
>That's why it's best to crush it.
"Don't fail me Rainbow Dash, I don't wish to administer the punishment it would warrant."
>You pause for a moment, considering your next course of action.
"I want to tell you why I was called away."
>Rainbow nods her understanding and shifts a bit more upright.
"There was a gryphon named Gilda causing a commotion in the city. Of course she was captured and brought to terms."
"The penal system... is a bit harsher than you will remember, but not unfair."
"Unfortunately Nightmare Moon took a personal interest in her rehabilitation."
"I tried to help her, to keep her safe. But she was just too stubborn."
>Rainbow Dash recoils in shock.
"Gil... Gilda!? I had a friend named Gilda that was a gryphon! Did she have purple tipped hair and yellow eyes?"
>The outburst is unexpected and bolder than you're used too, but you ignore the small transgression.
"Yeah. Though the more accurate wording is had."
>She gasps in alarm.
"Please... Please tell me she's not... she's not..."
>You allow her to trail off before answering.
"Dead? No. I convinced Nightmare Moon to spare the poor thing - but not before she suffered... grievous injuries."
>It's a bit too much for Rainbow to process.
"No... P... Please."
>Placing a hand on her head, you fake a bit of sympathy.
"I know this is hard. But I need you to see that this isn't a game. This isn't something that will just go away."
>Refusing to meet your gaze, she looks away with tears in her eyes.
"But I promise you Rainbow. If you are good, that will never, ever happen to you or your friends."
"And this is also why Applejack so desperately needs your help."
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"Look at me pet. I need to know that you understand."
>Instead of turning her whole head, she merely glances at you through the corner of her tear stained eyes.
>But she sniffs and nods solemnly.
"I understand..."
>You give her a reassuring pat on the head.
"That's my girl. I'll leave you to your thoughts now."
>With a final glance at the dejected pony, you take your leave.
>That couldn't have gone any better.
>It took a while, but you think you finally got her to understand the seriousness of her situation.
>While it is unfortunate what happened to GIlda, the glass had already been spilt.
>So there was absolutely no reason not use the situation to your advantage.
>Ignoring the odd feeling of guilt forming in your gut, you open the door to Applejack's room once more.
>While both ponies immediately shift their attention to your presence, you can't help but feel an odd atmosphere between them.
>Were they just wordlessly staring at each other the whole time?
>You study the two thoughtfully, trying to decide if it's just your imagination.
>Noticing your consideration, Octavia bows in respect.
>Applejack quickly follows suit, obviously trying to emulate the refined mare.
>It's cute she tried, but the resulting scene just ends up making you chuckle and forget your train of thought.
>Octavia's bow is fluid and natural, while Applejack's is just stiff and amazingly kind of lopsided.
"A for apples and A for effort, but F for everything else."
>Applejack looks up with a tinge of fear in her eyes.
>But upon seeing your amusement at the situation, it quickly dissipates.
"Ah just saw Miss Octavia do it and thought..."
>At the mention of Octavia's name, you instinctively glance in her direction.
>Interestingly enough, she looks amused at the situation.
"Don't worry Applejack. Octavia is just cultured. I expect vastly different things from her than I do you."
>Applejack's face lightens, leading you to suspect she doesn't realize that you've just insulted her.
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>But what can you expect from such a baseborn earth pone?
>It's probably the reason there are some many Apples. If they don't keep reproducing they'll die out quickly through natural selection.
>Maybe it isn't even her fault.
>Hell, she's probably been taught from a young age that she's useful for two things: working the farm and producing as many foals as possible.
>You sneer. If she yearns for her family so bad, you could just give her a whole new one.
>Before you even realize it happens, your eyes drift to her thick, child bearing hips.
>Quickly, you force the thought away.
>Your situation is spoiling you a little.
>Lately you've let your mind wander too much, indulging in every proclivity that's deigned to cross it.
>You speak to interrupt your own self reflection.
"While I was away, I planning a little surprise for you Applejack. I do hope you'll like it."
>The color drains from her face a little.
"No, please. Ah appreciate it an' all, but really... yah don't have to do that for me."
>She backtracks as your face begins to sour.
"It's jus' that... that ah'm unworthy of such a gift... whatever it might be."
>What if it had been to let her see her family? Her and Rainbow Dash were just talking about that possibility.
>It isn't... but it could have been. And the stupid pone would have just blown her opportunity.
"That is not how you accept a gift Applejack, especially from your master."
>Your tone is harsh and rigid.
"Try again."
>Biting her lip, she jumps down off the bed and rushes to your feet.
"Ah'm sorry! Of course Ah'd love whatever you give me! Whatever it is, Ah'll happily take it. Happily!"
>You reach down and trace your hand against her frame, almost like one would a dog. But not quite.
"Good girl."
>When your hand reaches her hips, you linger for a few moments extra, stroking the skin and squeezing the muscle underneath.
>However depraved the thoughts related to them were, they're still damn sexy.
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>As you continue to stroke her backside, a cruel realization dawns on you.
>Far more troubling than your previous indulgent thoughts is that you actually, for a second, believed Applejack to be no smarter than some farm animal.
>The revelation weighs heavily on your mind.
>You've burdened yourself with one simple task: stay humble, stay level-headed, and know your limits.
>However you act on the outside cannot affect how you think on the inside. 
>And you cannot, under any circumstances, believe your own lies.
>Well, that is exactly what just happened.
>Disgusted at the situation, you grab a fist full of Applejack's hair in anger.
>The resulting squeal of pain alleviates some of the malice, but you aren't anywhere near sated.
"Forgive me master! Please don't be mad. Ah'm so sorry!"
>Balling your free hand into a fist, you prepare to let your frustrations out on the hapless earth pone.
>Only to be offput by the sudden shake of fear and anxious whimpering noises.
>Disgusted at the situation?
>There you go lying again. You aren't disgusted at the situation, you're disgusted at yourself.
>And you're going to take it out on Applejack even though she's done nothing to warrant any such severe punishment.
>Releasing her, you quickly turn around so she can't see the animosity in your eyes.
>You really want to hurt somepony right now.
>Badly.
>But you are in control, dammit!
>And you will decide if and when and why and how you will properly handle your mental state.
>Though, that being said...
"You'll still get your surprise tomorrow Applejack. I need to go."
>With your back turned, you can't properly analyze the scene, but you can almost feel the confusion lingering in the air.
>So you don't give them time to properly absorb what's happening.
>Their imagination's will come up with a better story than you ever could.
>Without waiting for a reply, you quickly exit the room
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>Taking several deep breathes, you try to regain your lost composure.
>It doesn't work.
>Setting your back against the stone wall, you slowly slide down into a sitting position.
>Why isn't it working?
>You've had... issues before, but you've always manged to calm yourself without too much damage being done.
>So why not this time too?
>You stare at the opposite wall.
>Six doors.
>Six different targets to release your pent up frustration.
>How easy it would be to just pick one.
>If you went to Rainbow Dash, you could tell her how Applejack refused your gift at first.
>One by one you could pluck the feathers from her wing until none remained.
>All the while she would cry and beg and never talk about how unfair it is that you're punishing her before she even had a chance to start her new role.
>Or you could visit Rarity.
>There must be something left of her dignity that you can forcibly take.
>If not, it's been a while since you were physical with her.
>Maybe you could just smack her around while she sobbed.
>However, if you really wanted to be cruel you could go visit Fluttershy or Pinkie who have been nothing but compliant.
>Breaking their innocence would be satisfying in and of itself.
>Pinkie in particular hasn't even seen your... more viscous personality yet.
>What a shock it'll be when she finally does.
>Her mane will flatten and she'll lose all sense of her happy self.
>Or... Or you could visit Twilight who doesn't know anything you are capable of yet.
>She's only had a taste, you could give her a feast.
>The first punishment is always the sweetest.
>Oh how she'll cry and beg and plead and then finally give in. She'll give in because it's the only way to make you stop.
>It's the only way to make the pain stop.
>You release a shuddering sigh.
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>As the shaky breathe leaves your body, so does most of the anger.
>Once again, you are solely in control.
>And with a clear head, you can barely believe how close you came to damaging all of your hard work.
>The pet you chose would have had her meticulous training ruined.
>Who knows how long it would have taken you to undo the damage?
>Leaning your head back against the wall, you close your eyes and try not to think about it.
>Your right hand does a great job at blocking the rest of the sunlight that your eyelids miss.
>While your left arm settles into a comfortable position across the center of your chest.
>Everything's just getting a bit convoluted. But it'll be fine if you can just take a moment to recuperate.
"Is... there something I can help you with master?"
>Moment over.
>Without your even realizing, Octavia has managed to get passed a door that locks exclusively from the outside and is so heavy it vibrates walls when it shuts.
>You stand and dust yourself off.
"No. Thank you."
>And in doing so has caught in a less than desirable position.
"These doors lock from the outside. How did you manage to open it?"
>She blinks and with a shaky hoof and pulls out a set of keys from her dress.
>You let out a defeated chuckle.
"I did not mean to interrupt. You just... you said twice that you wished to speak with me."
>Her eyes are fearful. She knows she just saw something she shouldn't have.
"That's right Octavia... We're going talk. Follow me into my room."
>Your voice is stern; it requires surprisingly little effort to fall back into a domineering persona.
>Taking heed to be as nonchalant as you possibly can, you stroll back into your room.
>Meanwhile, Octavia visibly wears her fear.
>Or as much as you figure she can.
>It's obvious she's trying to hide it, but you've grown good at recognizing the subtle signs of distress.
>And some of hers are a little less than subtle.
>When the door slams shut behind her, she even jumps a little
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"You see Octavia: You're quite the puzzle. I honestly can't seem to decide if I want to reward you handsomely for your invaluable service..."
>No response.
"Or tear off that cute little dress of yours, hold you down, ravage you, and...well a room has recently just become vacant across the hall."
>Fear consumes her in a way you've never seen before.
>And unfortunately that was the worst thing that could have happened.
>You just wanted to scare the poor thing into remembering her place after the moment you shared in the hall.
>But now you're intoxicated by her raw terror. 
>There isn't a single part of you that doesn't want to exploit it.
>Suddenly your words go from a halfhearted threat, to uncompromisingly serious.
>And the scales been tipped against her.
"Oh Octavia. You were such a faithful maid. I do hope you'll make an equally faithful pet."
>You pause to enjoy the look of horror on her face.
"If it's any solace, you will end up loving me."
>Mere moments of silence give the illusion of an eternity.
>You much hand it to her though, somehow through it all she's managed to maintain eye contact.
>Even now as the tears begin to form.
"You asked me what I knew about humans? The only human I know is you and... and I am so envious."
>Amazingly this world still finds way to shock you.
"There's nothing special about you and yet you have everything. Through manipulation and sheer luck, you get what you want. "
>She sniffs and the vibration knocks a tear loose.
"And right now that's me."
>As the ultimate form of submission, she finally breaks her gaze.
"Worst of all is I know you're right. I'll end up loving you. Sure, the first time I'll hate you, maybe even the second and third..."
"But I'll fall in the end."
>She climbs up onto the bed with you and lays her head in your lap.
"I won't require punishment. Please be gentle. I'll be a good girl."
>You reach down and lay your hand across her head.
>And laugh.
"Godamnit Octavia. You really know how to boost a man's ego."
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>A smile lingers on your lips even after the laughter dies.
>The damn mare just knows you too well! She's made a conscious choice to skip all the fun.
>No. That isn't right.
>There just was never any fun to be had.
>She was always different from the others. After all, she did come pre-broken.
"Octavia. I want to make your - I do assume you're a virgin - first time special."
"We're going to set up a platform and I'm going to mount you in front of the whole town."
"Isn't that wonderful? All of Equestria can come watch you cum. All eyes will be upon you."
>There's only the slightest bit of hesitation before she answers.
"It is a good idea master. I will be sufficiently mortified by the experience. I think you will enjoy my reactions."
>Booming laughter erupts from your lungs anew.
"Or I can take you down to the guard's barracks and have stallion after stallion mount you until your belly swells with seed."
>Once again, she answers like she's giving advice on where to eat.
"Another good idea. If you also withhold a bath at the end, I will be forced to accept my newly spoiled body."
>Damn her. Such wasted potential.
"Or you could lose it on a day far into the future to some stallion you've fallen madly in love with."
"Or found drunk at a dive bar. Whatever, I won't judge."
>She peeks an eye through the loose hair that's fallen onto her face.
"Yeah. It means what you think it means. You've won Octavia. You aren't a pet. You are a maid."
>You ruffle her hair a bit while she watches you intently through the strands.
"You come with a unique set of skills I happen to be in the need of. And I'm not ashamed to admit it, but I like you."
>A gentle smile pulls on her lips.
"Don't get the wrong idea, I still want to mount you. But I want to mount everypone. It's okay to give one or two a pass now and then though."
>Your hand slides from her hair to cover her eyes.
"If you're really so envious of me. Then I'll give you a small taste. You've earned it after all."
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"So go ahead Octavia, ask for something. What do you want your reward to be?"
>You spread your fingers and let one of her eyes peep out.
>And while she seems hesitant, the temptation is too much in the end.
"Anything master? No trick?"
>Somewhere between a chuckle and sigh, a burst of air noisily escapes your nose.
"Well if it is a trick, I highly doubt asking me would yield a fruitful answer. But no, no trick."
>She nods and seems to go into deep thought.
>With as much time as she takes, you seriously begin to wonder if she's ever actually going to answer.
>Your hand's starting to cramp...
>Finally though, her eye snaps to focus and turns to look at you.
"If I may do so..."
>She takes a deep, steadying breathe.
"I humbly request that my parents be... "
>You cut her off.
"No."
>When her facial muscles contort oddly beneath your hand, you curiously peek underneath.
>Betrayal.
>Her face wordlessly screams "I should have never have trusted you."
>Normally that would give you a slight thrill, but you are honestly trying to reward her.
>She can't say she's envious of your indulgent lifestyle and then try to act altruistic when you offer her a piece.
"I asked before what you wanted your reward to be. I'm not letting you waste it on your parents."
>She still looks like a kitten you've kicked for no reason.
>A corner of your mouth tugs in annoyance.
"Look, no matter what you would have asked for, their situation won't change. You'll still be indentured. They'll still be...
>Words hang in your mouth as you realize you have absolutely no idea what their actual situation even is.
"Traitors."
>Luckily Octavia finishes your sentence for you.
"Right. They'll still be traitors to the crown. And Nightmare Moon doesn't forgive easily."
"I could pardon them today and they'll be in the stockades tomorrow over something else."
>You give her a few seconds to digest what you said.
"I'm going to ask again. So choose wisely this time."
"I don't like repeating myself. And there is a limit to how much I like you."
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"What do -you- want -your- reward to be?"
>A little emphasis on the correct pronoun should help coax her in the right direction this time.
>Though you can't help but notice how guilty she now looks.
>Does the thought of being just the tiniest bit selfish really bother her that much?
>Tsk, it's going to be Twilight Sparkle all over again.
>Just another pone who can't, for one moment, act in their own interest.
>Envious she may be, but without the resolve to act what will it get her?
>You should have just raped...
"I... I want a higher position in the castle."
>Octavia's voice draws your thoughts to an end. And you respond with a questioning look.
>Did you hear that right?
>Is she seriously requesting not to be your personal servant anymore?
>Surely she cannot be that dim-witted.
"No! I did not mean it like that. Forgive me master. Of course I will still be your maid."
>See? And to think you were already devising her new role as the guards personal latrine.
"Please let me rephrase."
>After a few moments of consideration, Octavia is able to word her request better.
"By your own words, I am your personal maid. That makes me a direct underling of the second most feared being in Equestria at the moment."
>Such a charmer.
"And as such, ponies should jump to help me, but I almost always meet with some resistance or another."
>A fair assumption.
"But I'm nothing more than a second class pone to them."
"My meals are barely enough to survive on. My room is quite literally a prison cell. My dress is held on by bobby pins!"
>It's interesting to hear her with a frenzied tone. It doesn't happen often.
"The other maids hate me because I don't help clean. The cooks hate me because I request special meals. The guards hate any pone not superior to them."
>It's seems she finally realized how excited she was getting.
>Clearing her throat, she returns to her normal, proper tone.
"I don't care about being liked, but I still have my dignity."
"I hate not having their respect."
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>She takes a deep breathe and smooths the ruffles on her dress, before looking your way in anticipation of your answer.
>And for a long moment, you do nothing but stare at her.
>After all, the dramatic buildup is not only crucial, but one of your favorite parts.
>When her eyes shift ever so slightly with uneasiness, you know it's the time to strike.
"B+"
>She blinks, waiting for an explanation.
>When you don't give one, she's forced to play along and ask.
"I... I'm sorry. I do not understand master."
>So you repeat yourself, expanding ever so slightly.
"B+ That's the grade I give you."
>Once again she waits for an explanation that doesn't come.
"I... I did not know that I was being graded. May I... may I ask on what?"
>You smile. 
"On your monologue of course. Not bad for your first time, but room for improvement."
>The look of confusion on her face is cute.
>And it's important that she not be able to completely anticipate everything you do.
>Though while to her it may seem random, you are using it as an opportunity to regain control of the situation.
>Whether the speech involved real or contrived emotion, it was still very passionate.
>And it got your undivided consideration.
>Which means you need to cheapen it.
"You made your desires known, escalated properly, and concluded with a memorable axiom."
>Hopping off the bed, you bend down and look her in the eye.
"But you stumbled in the beginning and claimed you had dignity at the end. B+."
>She recoils ever so slightly from the intensity of the moment.
>While you chuckle and straighten your back, taking your place on the bed once again.
"Just an observation Octavia. Nothing to worry about. I've already decided Twilight Sparkle is going to be my student."
>You look away and apathetically comb your fingers through your hair, nearly convincing yourself of your indifference to the situation.
"And doing the same thing twice is boring."
>With a click of your tongue, you turn around and continue on as if nothing happened.
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"Interesting requests, but ultimately trivial."
>You give a dismissive wave of your hand.
"Food? How boring. What do I care what you eat?"
"If you want better food, then go make it happen. I couldn't care less how you do it."
>Still feigning apathy, you absentmindedly scratch your chin.
"Next was... a new room? Well that was something I was planning on giving you anyway. Pet or no, I still want you close."
"Take Applejack's room when she moves in with Rainbow Dash tomorrow."
>Right before Octavia bows in gratitude, you notice her eyes widen ever so slightly.
"Oh yes. That was the surprise I mentioned."
"Rainbow is going to be in charge of Applejack from now on."
>You pause ever so briefly while gears turn the cogs of your mind.
"And tomorrow when we allow her to move in, I want you to go out of your way to provide them with a means of escaping."
"Subtly of course. Just leave the door open or something."
>Knowing full well that you just dropped a bombshell of a task on her, you continue on as if you hadn't.
"And while you didn't specifically ask for it, I'll grant you a fitted dress as well - one of Rarity's' designs."
>Octavia's lips part slightly.
>Obviously she wants to ask about her new assignment.
>But should she do it now or wait till you're finished?
>When they close moments later, she's made her choice.
"Now Octavia. Let's talk about what you really wanted. Control and power over the other servants yes?"
>You look at her expectantly.
>You want a reply this time.
"I... would be happy to just have their respect master."
>Once again you wave your hand, rejecting her idealistic notions.
"And how would you think to accomplish that? One gains respect through power. So that's what you wanted."
>She clams her mouth shut and nods.
>Poor thing must fear if she opens it, she'll say something to contradict your logic.
>And either she's worried you'll be mad.
>Or she's worried she'll actually convince you that she doesn't want it.
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>With a sideways glance to the clock on the wall, you stand.
"It's late Octavia. Are the maids still here?"
>As you move to put on your shoes, she steals a nervous peak at the clock as well.
"They are. Their shift does not technically end till midnight."
>Good. Maids are easier. The guards may take a heavier hand.
"Then they'll be spread out around the castle I presume. Is their a way to gather them together?"
>Octavia's eyes follow your ever movement around the room as you ready yourself.
"There will be no need. They like to stick together at this hour."
"Stick together where?"
>Donning your armor, you don't so much as glance at her as you ask.
"The... the commons most likely.
>And after, you pick up a decorative sword that you couldn't use to save your life.
>Literally.
"The commons? If they're done with work why don't they just go home?"
>She looks at you with a blank expression.
>It's as if you just asked why apples grow on trees and not pigs.
"The empress surely would not approve. There undoubtedly would be dire consequences if they showed up late or left early."
>Yeah. That sounds like Nightmare Moon.
"So what time do they have to be here?
>Another stoic stare.
"8am master."
>8am...?
>Seriously? How the Hell is that even possible?
>You break all pretense of ignoring her in favor of just gawking at the insanity of such a thing.
"Octavia... that's 16 hours of manual labor. They take breaks right?"
>She nods her head.
"They do get one 15 minute lunch at 6pm."
>Suddenly things click. They're sneaking downtime.
"And they go there every night? All of them at the same time?"
>She nods.
"Octavia, I want the truth. And I'll have ways of knowing if you lie. Do you ever join them?"
>Still not speaking, she only shakes her head.
"Good. Because this is honestly the dumbest thing I have ever heard."
"Do they want to get caught? If you're being sneaky you don't bunch up in such a well trafficked area."
>The stupidity of pones honestly annoys you at times.
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>On the way to the commons, Octavia keeps to a state of solemn silence.
>Though you can't help but notice how she keeps glancing in your direction.
>On the third time, your eyes meet and she quickly looks away with a small blush.
>Blush?
>Fear too, but her cheeks definitely reddened.
>You kind of want to tease her about it.
>And if you weren't just arriving at the commons, you damn well would have.
>You lay your hand on the door but take a breathe before you enter.
"You've been a loyal maid Octavia. Savor your reward."
>In one overly dramatic motion, you burst through the door.
"In the name of Empress Moon, I demand to know why her servants are idle."
>You're greeted by 15 of the most exhausted looking pones you've seen.
>15 exhausted and severely frightened looking pones.
>And not a memorable face in the crowd.
>Each maid is more generic than the last.
"I asked a question and I demand an answer."
>With the tip of your sword, you point to a random mare.
"You. Step forth and explain."
>The poor creature about dies on the spot.
>She's so frightened, her hooves literally shake and refuse to move.
"The punishment for making me repeat myself is death."
>It isn't. But you doubt she'll try to prove otherwise.
"P-P-Please... Ple... Please. We didn't..."
>You cut her off.
"Lowly mare, how dare you address me directly?"
>Theatrically, you point at Octavia.
"Grovel on your knees to this one."
>The maid looks between Octavia and yourself for the shortest of seconds before deciding its best to just do as you say.
"Please... Please! Miss Octavia. Please understand. You're one of us. You have to understand."
>It seems the moment has overwhelmed her a bit.
>She's a smart mare, she must have known what was going to happen.
>All the same, practice is a lot different than theory.
>She looks to you questioningly.
>While you stare back apathetically.
>When she realizes she will get no input, she turns to the groveling mare in front of her.
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"I understand."
>In hope, the maid glances over her shoulder to her friends.
"But understanding is not the same as absolution."
>Quick as it came, it dissipates even quicker.
"When rules are broken, there must be punishment."
>Several look like they're going to cry.
>Many more already are.
>And some are just staring at the ground with tired, dead eyes.
>Interestingly enough though, there seems to be one mare who is trying to maintain her dignity.
>With heavy bags under her eyes, she stands tall and proud.
>You point your sword at the now sobbing mare groveling on her kneed to Octavia.
"You, back in line."
>Grateful to be out of the spotlight, she all but runs back.
>One of the dead eyed mares hugs her and lets her rest her head on her shoulder while she sobs.
>And the one stoic maid refuses to let it phase her. 
>The dumb pone would do well to do her best to blend in with the crowd.
>Instead she did the one thing she should never do in this situation: catch your eye.
>You turn your sword on her.
"This one shall be the first to accept her punishment."
"Inferior pone, go kiss the hoof of your better and beg for leniency."
>She stands in silence for a few seconds looking between you and Octavia.
>And then the door.
>She wouldn't...
>She does.
>For such a tired pone, she can gallop pretty damn fast.
>Unfortunately there is a lot of distance for her to cover and she has to run between you and Octavia to get to her reprieve.
>But all the advantages in the world can't help you if you DON'T MOVE.
>Even so, you can't help but just stand stoically as she charges along.
>And she's closing the gap fast.
>Fifteen feet.
>Ten.
>Five.
>...
>In one fell swoop, Octavia tackles her to the ground.
>Each one of her hooves pins the complimentary hoof of the maid.
>And as she does, the tears finally come.
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>Now that the problem is properly subdued, your body finally unclenches.
>You actually don't know what you would have done if the maid had made it past you.
>You just know it would have been bad.
>Obviously, she was never going to get out of the castle.
>But that doesn't mean your status wouldn't have been undermined by the effort.
>The pones of Equestria are so dumb! She would have caused you all that trouble and gotten nothing for it in return. 
>Forgetting the theatrics for a minute, you close the gap between Octavia and yourself.
>And stare down at the now weeping maid she has pinned beneath her hooves.
>Through the tears, she matches your gaze.
"Please just kill me!"
>You say nothing in response.
"Do it! Do it! *Sob* Just do it"
>Her screaming is annoying.
>Stepping on her neck seems to rectify that problem however.
"Kill you? Why would I do that? Death is a release. And you little mare will have none of that."
>You increase the pressure.
"Your punishment will be prolonged and fitting."
"You like to run? Lets see you run with no legs."
>Fear and tears mingle with the loss of oxygen to give her face unique properties.
>It begins to excite you.
"You think it's hard being a maid? Lets see how hard you find the guards after you become their fucktoy."
"Or perhaps we should just give you to the animals. You belong in the mud after all."
>You finally lift your leg causing the pone to gag and spew bile while simultaneously trying her best to suck down precious air.
>After she's done, she repeats her previous words, albeit with less energy this time.
"Please... please. Just end it. No more. No mo~re..."
>You step on her neck once more.
>And breathe a heavy sigh as you do so.
>Just the prospect of doing those things gave you the rush you wanted.
>That and the knowledge you actually have the power to follow through.
>But you remember why came here in the first place.
>It's your reward for Octavia.
>Who... until this moment, you have completely forgotten about.
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"I'm growing bored of this. Just be lucky I promised your fate to Octavia. I can guarantee whatever she does, I would have done worse."
>It's probably true anyway.
>Cutting off her legs was just a scare tactic if you're honest with yourself.
>You've never needed mutilation to keep a pone in line before.
>It's just such a waste of a working body.
>You hope Octavia knows that. It would be a real shame if she requests it as a punishment.
>Still... wouldn't it be interesting if she did.
"Go ahead Octavia. You can choose anything. Anything at all."
>For the first time since she captured the escapee, Octavia lifts her head.
>Showing you her wide, sympathetic eyes.
>Damn.
>Those are not the eyes of a pone about to order amputation.
>You're still human.
>You can still empathize with others.
>So it isn't like you're completely ignorant as to why she's sensitive to the situation.
>It's just disappointing that she would fail so close to the finish line.
"Can I really do anything?"
>You sigh.
>So disappointing.
"Yes. I suppose that's what I said. Mercy would be boring, but allowable."
"And I'm sure they'll love you for it."
>You glance around the room.
>Their predicament is kind of sad.
>Honestly it would have been nothing for you to help them out.
>It's just bad luck that you found out on a day they were to be used as pawns in a game.
>Though it's a moot point anyway.
>It's obvious the path Octavia's decided for herself.
"Go on Octavia. Let's not keep the mare waiting."
"Any longer and I think she may suffocate granting her what she said she wanted."
>You lift your leg for just a few seconds before pressing it right back into her throat.
>She didn't even have time to gag.
>Octavia's conflicted eyes scans the sea of pones before settling back unto you.
"There's no other choice. If we give them mercy, they won't learn. They need... they need to be punished."
"We... I need to punish them."
>You smile.
"And how are we going to do that Octavia?"
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"Her legs... It was your advice to remove them correct?"
>The suggestion honestly takes you back a bit.
>You relished the fact that you could still surprise her.
>Well damn it all if she can't surprise you too.
>While you briefly entertained the possibility, you didn't actually expect her to do it.
>Especially not with those eyes of hers.
>How can her eyes still be so innocent while making such a suggestion?
>You idly run your tongue across your teeth in thought.
>It's almost as if she's shifting the responsibility onto you.
>Just to be safe...
"Octavia. What I said doesn't matter. It isn't me giving this punishment. It's you."
>You pause briefly to let your words set in.
"I want this to be crystal clear. I am in no way to be an influence over your decision."
"If we remove her limbs it's going to be because you asked me too. Because it's what you think it'll take for her to learn."
>Her eyes shift.
>But as if to throw you for a loop, they do the exact opposite of what you expect.
>They narrow in determination.
"I know master. It is my call and mine alone."
>She looks down at the maid and then back at you.
"This maid... She is the one who..."
>It's obvious she was going to say something else, but changes mid sentence.
"She is the one who led the others here. This was her stupid plan. Her foolishness."
>She looks back towards the blue faced mare.
>...
>Whoops.
>You lift your foot once more letting her suck in as much precious air as she can.
"And you were going to run! You were going to run and save yourself while the others stayed!"
>The mare's too busy choking on her own bile to respond.
>You doubt she'd have much to say anyway.
>She heard what Octavia ordered.
>She heard her sound reasoning.
>She knows her fate.
>And for that matter, so did the others.
>You glance across the crowd to find that weeping is a lot more prevalent now.
>Even the dead eyed mares have tears in their eyes.
>And not one dares look directly at the scene.
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>When your eye falls on each mare individually, they shrink back in exasperated despair.
>Scared of what's to come probably.
>Well, it isn't like you can blame them.
>You did just announce that you were going to amputate their friend's legs to prove a point.
>Ah...
>You look back down at the maid.
>Her demeanor has changed so much from when she tried to run.
>Snot and mucus run freely from her nose while her eyes clamp shut to avoid looking at her captors.
>That is to say... Octavia and yourself.
>As her head thrashes left and right, she mutters incoherently to herself.
>It's such a pathetic sight that's it's hard to look at.
>But you do.
>After a few seconds you can even make begin to make out some of her ramblings.
"Sea Foam! *sob* I'm sorry! Sorrysorrysorry. I wasn't brave enough. I tried. I tried!"
>A mournful cry
"Curse Nightmare Moon for taking you from me. Curse this entire place. *hic* Everypone here."
>With a flailing head.
"Sea Foam! Oh Celestia *sob* Sea Foam. Please wait for me. I'll be there soon."
>And she tires herself out quick enough.
>Leaving an empty crying husk where once there was a pone.
>You bite your cheek.
>It isn't like you feel bad for her.
>She obviously deserves what you're going to do.
>But still... you can't shake that damnable feeling of guilt.
>This is the first time you're going to be the direct cause of... body modification.
>It's happened before, but never at your direct command.
>The gravity of your decision hits you harder than you expected.
>This is exactly what you just villainized Nightmare Moon for. It wasn't even an hour ago!
>You swallow the lump in your throat.
>Whatever you feel, you can't let it show on your face.
>First and foremost, your image must be maintained.
>Always.
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>Your eyes scan her limbs.
>You'll be damned if you even know how to begin.
>It certainly won't be you doing the cutting, that's for sure.
>And it's doubtful that Octavia could do it either, no matter how reliable she is.
>Nightmare Moon is the logical choice... If she wasn't busy saving Gilda.
>At your request you might add.
>The castle has a medic. That could work. In fact it's probably your only option.
>You honestly don't know how she'll take the request, but it's not like she'll have the option to refuse.
"Octavia. Let the others hold the mare. I want you to run and find the castle doctor."
>She blinks, taking a few seconds to register your request before nodding.
>But nobody moves.
>You click your tongue in annoyance.
"Well come on! I said come hold your friend. Come look into the eyes of your future should you try this foolishness too."
>There you go having to repeat yourself.
>But there isn't a third time.
>With heavy limbs, they do as you command.
>Freeing Octavia to make her way outside. 
>...
>The time passes in silence.
>...
>But there really isn't much to say anyway.
>...
>There's a lot of crying and the atmosphere is heavy.
>...
>How long has it been? Certainly too damn long. What the Hell is taking her so long?
>...
>The atmosphere is really suffocating...
>...
>After an eternity, the door flings open and Octavia walks in with a guard.
>Oh thank... whoever.
>It would really feel inappropriate to thank God for this situation.
>After the relief passes, it dawns on you that she retrieved a guard instead of a physician.
"Octavia... tell me this stallion is a field medic capable of removing limbs with just a blade and some whiskey."
>She opens her mouth to say something.
>But the soldier interrupts.
"Sir! I am here on behalf of Nightmare Moon, Sir!"
>Ah... fuck.
"Sir! She has heard about your acquisition of a suitable vessel for the healing of one Gilda t. Griffon."
>You raise your eyebrows questioningly.
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>You blink and shake your head of disorientation.
>It's as if 3 months have just gone by in the blink of an eye.
>Weird.
>But back to the topic on hand.
>You look at the impudent guard who interpreted Octavia.
"Be quiet soldier. Your superiors are talking."
>He clears his throat.
"Sir! I...ah... was sent by... *Ahem* Sir! I was sent Empress Moon herself! I am here to..."
>His confidence seemed to take a hit at first, but he seems to be recovering quickly.
>It's annoying you.
"I said be shut up! Or it'll be you in the maid's spot."
>He shuts up, his ears folding downward in submission.
>While you take a deep breathe and divert your attention back to Octavia.
"Alright. Now explain Octavia?"
>For the briefest moment, she watches the guard out of the corner of her eye before answering.
"Master. I did reach the physician as you requested. But... Empress Moon was in there... with a very hurt griffon."
>You breathe deep and nod.
"When she inquired as to my business, I... of course answered. When I was done she ordered the maid brought to he instead."
>She glances from the guard, to the maid, and then back to you.
>Suddenly you are all to aware that every eye in the room is on you.
>In a moment where you've had all power and influence stripped away.
>You gesture petulantly to the guard.
"Take her. Take her and do whatever. We're done here."
>He quickly obeys, managing to weed his way through the group of maids and make off with what was supposed to be your conquest.
>As the large door slams shut, you turn to face the maids.
"I won't pretend that this went exactly according to plan. But I made my point. Have you all learned your lesson."
>They nod rapidly in unison... like little school children. It's actually kind of humorous.
"Good. Because when I say your shift begins at 8am and ends at 8pm, I mean it. There will be no slacking. You are Empress Moon's maids. Act like it for God's sake."
>They all look at each other questioningly before...
>Oh you have got to be kidding
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>You point to a mare raising her hoof.
". . . Yes?"
>S-S-Sir... Aren't w-w-we supposed to b-b-be here at..."
>You cut her off.
"In addition to your other lesson, I want you all to remember this: I do not make mistakes."
>She quickly puts her hoof down and nods.
"Alright, all of you. Out. Now. Go home. I want to speak with my maid, your better, in private."
>The resulting skuffle is booming as they all hurriedly make their way to the door.
>When you watch the final one leave, closing the door behind her, you turn to face Octavia.
"I'm pissed Octavia."
>An expression of pure panic takes hold of her face.
"Did... Did I do something to upset you master? Is it because we did not get to do... the... the procedure... ourselves?"
>Her eyes widen.
"Do you consider it my fault that Empress Moon..."
>You wave a hand dismissively.
"No. I know you have no control over what she does."
>Her sigh of relief could power Manehattan if she unleashed it on a windmill.
"I'm pissed because the evening's catharsis was ruined. And for what? Explain the guard's words to me. What is a 'vessel for healing?'"
>Octavia shifts uncomfortably.
"Master. I don't know much, but as I mentioned Empress Moon had a very badly hurt griffon in her care. I think magic was the only thing keeping her from... passing on."
>You quite recall...
"Even Alicorn magic has a limit I think, else we'd all live forver... If it was Empresses Moon's goal to save the griffon, she might need suitable..."
>She shudders.
>"Flesh," you finish.
>And she just nods.
"Damnit. Now I can't even be mad at her."
"Master...?"
>Octavia sounds so uncertain.
"Well it's my own damn fault. I asked her to save the creature."
>You click your tongue and look directly into her eyes.
"Want to know something funny though?"
>She nods warily.
"Even though I'm pissed, I'm also kind of relieved. I don't care much ripping off pone's limbs."
>Standing, you don't bother to wait for her reaction before heading to the door.
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>She follows quickly at your heals as you make your way back to your room.
"You did well today. I dare say you were born for this life."
>She blushes. Deeply.
"Thank you master."
>She's so damn cute.
>You really want to rape her.
>Or cuddle her.
>One of those...
"No problem."
>You continue the rest of the way in silence until you reach your door.
"I'm going to lay down now. Send me a pet and then take the rest of the night off."
>She nods, still blushing from earlier.
>When you enter your room, you immediately throw off all your clothes and crawl into bed.
>The soft feeling against your skin is amazing.
>Such a peaceful place.
>It's hard to think that just this morning you were sleep violating Fluttershy... in more than one way
>Odd how that memory is sour, but the thought of raping Octavia earlier isn't.
>Not to mention how you were nearly directly involved in removing a pones limbs.
>Or the ordeal with GIlda.
>...
>Fuck. Are you evil? Certainly you're the lesser of two atrocities... but you can't jade yourself into believing you aren't...
>Evil.
>Somewhere in the distance a door opens and a pink ball of fluff bounces in.
"Slumber party!"
>Bounce. Hop. Skip.
>Straight into your bed.
>And with each shake of the mattress you feel your cares begin to vanish.
"Master. I'm so glad I get to be here tonight. I was getting really really really really really really LONELY."
>She stops bouncing as you pull her into an embrace.
>And you quiet her yapping with a kiss on her mouth.
>Which she eagerly accepts.
>When you pull back, you can even hear her whimper.
"How much do you like me Pinkie?"
"A WHOLE lot master."
>You smile.
"And how much is that?"
>She stretches her hooves out wide.
"That much huh?"
>She nods enthusiastically.
"Master... I've never felt this way about anypone before. I can't stop thinking about you. You're always on my mind. Every second of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every..."
>You quieten her with another kiss.
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"What if somepone were to tell you I was a bad man Pinkie. What would you do?"
>She whips her head back and forth.
"I wouldn't believe it for a second. They just don't know you like I do! Sometimes you do things that seem... slightly off. So that may confuse somepones. But it ends up feeling really good!"
>You bring her in for another kiss.
"Good answer. Will you always feel that way?
>More enthusiastic nodding.
"Always and forever."
>Another kiss.
"And will you continue to follow me through whatever? No matter I or others may say or do?"
"I trust you 100% master."
>You bring her in for a hug instead of a kiss this time.
"Good girl."
>Right now, you aren't good and you aren't evil.
>Right now you're just a master.
>Together you drift off into a pleasant sleep.
>The last thing that goes through your mind is that you forgot to tell Nightmare Moon not to send you to Celestia tonight.
>Shit.
>But when you open your eyes, it isn't Celestia that's looking at you.
>It's a pair of light cerulean blue eyes covered in puffy pink hair.
>It's Pinkie Pie.
>And...
>You blink away the cloudy remnants of your nights sleep.
>This doesn't look like a dream world.
>Somehow you lucked out.
>She must have been too busy with Gilda to oversee your dream state.
>You breathe deeply, inhaling Pinkie's sweet scent.
>The vibration of which causes her to stir.
"Oh master. You're awake. Did you *yawn* sleep... well..."
>Her eyes flutter back downward.
>But she still manages to scoot herself closer to you as she does so.
>As her thighs press against you, you can feel...
>Oh wow she's wet.
>You give her a little shake, not really caring to exude the energy to spank her for falling back asleep.
"Oh master. You're awake. Did you *yawn* sleep... well..."
>Unfortunately, you won't allot her the same privilege a second time.
>Reaching down, you position your hand over her firm rear.
>But as it hovers, you can't help but harden at the thought of her punishment.
>And a better idea comes to light.
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>You shift her weight slightly to the side and reach down touching her marehood.
>Sopping wet.
>You can coat the entirety of your finger just by running it along the puffy outside.
>The sensation causes her to stir once more.
"Oh master. You're awake. Did you *yawn* sleep... Oh woweee!."
>You dick slips easily inside.
>And the farther you push inside her, the closer your two bodies come.
>When you're hilted all the way, you lean down and whisper into her ear.
"If you make a peep, I stop. Understood?"
>She blinks the sleep out of her eyes and starts to protest.
>Only to stop when she feels you pulling out.
>You feel her hooves on your back desperately trying pushing you back inside.
"Are you going to be a good girl then?"
>She nods hastily.
>And quietly.
"Good girl. You can talk again when I cum."
>You grab her back and push your two bodies together once again.
>Her mouth opens against your bare chest but no words comes out.
>So you begin to slowly shake your hips back and forth.
>The slickness coats you well and you're met with absolutely no resistance as you do so.
>You let out an embellished moan.
>Normally you'd just let it come naturally, but since you're talking for two - you might need to play it up a bit.
"That's perfect Pinkie. Just like that. Your pussy is amazing."
>You laugh.
"Pinkie's perfect pussy."
>It's obvious she desperately wants to say something, but amazingly she keeps her composure.
>Instead she croons her neck downward and begins to lap at your chest with her tongue.
>Her warm tongue travels as far down as her neck will allow and then back up, veering to the right slightly.
>She rounds it off where she first began and then does the entire thing over again.
>After her third round, it finally dawns on you what she's doing.
>She drawing a heart on your chest with her tongue.
>Interesting way to communicate, but allowable.
>You told her she couldn't speak, nothing was mentioned about writing,
>Clever girl.
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>In response, you simultaneously reward her creativity by speeding up,
>And punish her obstinance by paddling her rump with your hand.
>Though to be honest it seems that it isn't really that much of a punishment.
>With each slap of your hand, her pussy tightens and she increases her already fervent pace.
>Until she can't keep up any longer and concedes defeat, encircling her hooves behind your back and clinging on for dear life.
>On every thrust you let out a grunt of pleasure.
>While normally not the most vocal person during sex, the sadistic pleasure of partaking in something you're denying Pinkie more than makes up for the expended effort.
>You honestly didn't expect as big a thrill as you're getting from this.
>Maybe it's just something about the way Pinkie looks.
>Always on the verge of a scream she's never allowed to vocalize.
>A moan always hanging out on the edge of her lips.
>And still nothing.
>It must be driving her absolutely mad.
>Just like the thought of denying her such pleasure is driving you absolutely mad.
>Until you can't take it anymore and let out a massive stream of cum into her quivering pussy.
"AAAAIIIIEEEEE!"
>Pinkie lets out a blood curdling wail of ecstasy.
>Before finally collapsing into a puddle of pink fur on top of you.
>You just laugh.
"How was it Pinkie?"
>She doesn't respond, having to take a minute to catch her breathe.
>But when she does...
"It... was... AMAZING! It's ALWAYS amazing with you master!"
>You ruffle her mane.
>"Good to hear... Literally. I think the entire castle heard."
>Her already pink cheeks go three shades pinker at that.
"It's just after holding it in for so long... I'm not sure what came over me."
"Probably what came in you I imagine."
>Speaking of...
>You pull out your half flaccid rod and small dribble of semen comes with it.
>Pinkie's blush darkens an extra shade as she lift herself up and peaks at her crotch.
>It cute seeing her blush. You almost didn't think she had any inhibitions at all.
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>Reaching down, she gingerly touches her privates and catches the semen as it drips.
>With a coy look in your direction, she brings the load to her nose and sniffs.
>Before sticking out her tongue at lapping it up.
>When she sees your pleased look, she repeats the process until her once dirty pussy is spotless.
>You pull her into a final embrace before stepping onto the cold marble floor.
>Sending a visible shiver runs down your spine.
>Pinkie gives a concerned look from the bed.
"Something wrong master?"
>You just shake your head.
"No. It's just a bit chilly is all. Nothing a pair of clothes won't fix. We don't all have fur you know."
>She smiles and nods her head.
>Grabbing the blanked with her teeth, she rolls herself into a ball and stares at you as you get dressed.
>After completing your morning 'getting ready' ritual, you return to find her deep in thought.
>You give her a nudge.
"Something on your mind?"
>With the serenity broken, she shakes her head of whatever thought she was holding and pushes her head into the hand you nudged her with.
"No. I'm sure it's nothing master. Thank you for an awesome night and a even awesome-er morning."
>Your skeptical about her answer, but you don't care enough to pry.
>So you leave her be.
>After a quick exchange of saliva, you allow her use of your room while you go begin your day.
>Right as you leave, you peak back one last time to see her visibly shiver and wrap the blanket tighter around her form.
"Hm..."
>The door shuts with a clang.
>And you make your way to...
>To where?
>Shit. There's a 100 different things that need your attention.
>You've obligated yourself to so many different things, it'll be damn near impossible to get to them all today.
>...
>You can't even remember them all!
>Oh wow.
>Well, this is the exact moment a competent non-pet maid / assistant would come in handy now isn't it?
>So that's exactly who you set off to find.
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>You open the door to Pinkie's room to find Octavia sitting on the bed staring at her hooves.
>A tiny bit of surprise shows on her face when she looks up to see you standing in the doorway.
>But she recovers quickly, jumping off the bed to give a respectful bow and placing herself at your disposal.
>The thought briefly crosses your mind to ask if something was wrong, but for some reason it just doesn't come out.
>Instead you selfishly explain your need for organization.
>And place that need on her shoulders.
"O-Of course master. We can make an itinerary right now if it pleases you."
>You sigh as the momentary panic leaves your body.
>An itinerary. That's perfect.
"Yeah. I think that's just what I need Octavia."
>You grab the only chair in the room and seat yourself across from the bed, motioning for her to have a seat.
"Alright. Lets see. How about we start at the bottom and work our way up?"
>She nods.
"Fluttershy is fully broken. Nothing on the table for her currently. Visitation only."
>You ignore the blink of unknown emotion.
"Pinkie Pie too. But she just fully gave in today so I want to do something special with her real soon. Make a note of that."
>She pulls out a notepad from her dress and begins to write.
"Lets see. Rainbow Dash and Applejack. Neither have fully submitted but both are close. I've recently assigned Applejack to Rainbow's care so I need to check up on how that's going."
>More scribbling.
"And I promised to move them in together... at some point."
>You bite your cheek in thought.
"Rarity is having a bit of trouble adjusting> My fault I'm afraid. I haven't been able to give her as much time as the others. By the way are the suits done?"
>Octavia continues to write for a few more seconds before realizing she's being talked too.
"Ah... Yes master The seamstress said she'd have them done by this morning. I had planned to pick them up a bit later... But I can pick them up immediately if that is your wish!"
>You wave a dismissive hand.
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"Soon. Really, whenever is fine. As long as I have them for the walk we take into town."
>You nod at the notepad.
"That's Rarities activity by the way. I think it's time she shows her new self off to the town."
>Octavia nods and begins her furious scribbling once more.
"The remaining pet is Twilight Sparkle. Completely unbroken. She failed her test and has to take a makeup. And we desperately need some one on one corruption time."
>Octavia looks up.
"Corruption time master?"
>You laugh.
"Wow that sounds evil. I just meant I need some one on one time with her to show her that her beloved Celestia isn't as pure as she believes and that I would be a more suitable mentor."
>Octavia blinks, nods, and goes back to writing.
"You know Celestia actually sold her out? I gave her a choice between servicing her guards, a tentacle monster, or her student and she actually chose Twilight."
>Octavia makes a weird face but doesn't look. She just continues to write.
"Well anyway. Speaking of Celestia, she should get an honorable mention somewhere on there. I have training with her every night in my dreams."
>Octavia writes something, then marks through, and tries again, only to scratch that out as well.
"Master, can you clarify Celestia? I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Ah... I suppose it is a bit complicated if you don't have previous knowledge of it. With Celestia being an Alicorn, her training is having to take place somewhere a little weird."
"In... your dreams?"
>You nod.
"Apparently due to how magic affects me, I can be a God in my dreams. Even to Nightmare Moon. Go figure."
>She takes a second to digest the information and then turns back to her notepad.
"Also make a note that Celestia still has a choice to make between losing her horn, Twilight's horn, or 20 random townsponies horns. It's an ultimatum I gave to see if she was truly altruistic. I was kind of cheeky with my wording saying she has until morning. But morning is a bit subjective right now."
>You wink.
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>But Octavia doesn't notice, too engrossed in her notepad to look up.
"Now lets see. Oh... We have you to deal with too don't we?"
>That breaks her concentration.
"Me master?"
"Yes. I have the second half of your wish to grant remember? The maids have been dealt with and now it's the guard's turn."
>She makes a tiny note in the margin.
"My wish..."
"Yes. I'm pretty sure the maids have learned their lesson, but do tell if they act out in some way."
>A sincere smile graces her lips.
>But disappears just as quick.
>She immediately throws herself back into her note taking.
"What else... I want to see Gilda at some point. Make a note of that. And the maid too."
>She nods in time with each stroke of her pen.
"As a standing order, never let me forget to check up on a pone that's underwent... punishment under my direct involvement. I refuse to be that type of person."
>Never mind that there are five 'mares' being used as latrines somewhere in the castle.
"Alright. That just leaves Nightmare Moon."
>Octavia shifts slightly at the name.
"Obviously, if she gives a direct order it'll first. But I was thinking of setting some time aside just for her."
>Her eyes widen.
"You... are going to try to make time for the Empress...?"
>You laugh.
"I was just thinking of doing something special for her is all. It's a half baked idea right now, so don't read too much into it. She just reached out yesterday and I thought it was my turn to do the same."
>The note she makes about that one is quite lengthy...
>When she's done, she looks up expectantly.
"I think we're done Octavia. Good job. I won't say I've remembered everything, but I dare to think I've made quite a dent."
>You breathe in.
>And let out a shuddering breathe.
"Wow. I feel much better now that I have a semi coherent plan."
>Octavia makes a final note and looks up.
"But master... you did not tell me which of these you actually wanted to do first."
>Oh.
>Whoops
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"Well, I suppose that might be helpful now wouldn't it?"
>You click your tongue and think for a minute.
"Alright. Twilight first. She's dangerously undisciplined. And that needs to be rectified. Now."
"Very well master."
>She makes a small note.
Afterwards, Rarity. Have her dressed in her outfit and waiting for me. But don't tell her anything. That privilege belongs to me alone."
>Another small note.
"Annnd... Well that's it for now. We'll see how this pans out and make any further plans accordingly."
>Patting your leg in satisfaction, you stand.
"Good talk Octavia. Very good. I don't know why, but talking to you always seems to get things sorted out in my head."
>It's true too. There's just something about saying things aloud that allows you to categorize your thoughts.
>You outlined all your tasks, got a schedule figured out, made appointments for all your pets.
>And Nightmare Moon 
>And Celestia...
>Disclosing in the process, the state secret that the one pone capable of stopping Nightmare Moon (and by extension - you) isn't locked away in some ethereal prison, but held up in the castle.
>And she isn't fully trained yet. Or at all. In the slightest.
>Huh...
" *Ahem* That being said, Octavia. While in my servitude you may become... privy to some rather private information. I cannot stress how important it is that it remains private, understood?"
>You can't read her expression.
>But she nods.
"That isn't good enough Octavia. I need to hear you say it."
>Her mouth forms a little 'O'
>And she lowers her head into a humble bow before speaking.
"I am loyal to the crown master. I am loyal to the empress. I am loyal to you. I understand the punishment for disobedience and... it is not something I ever wish to experience."
>You have to hand it to her, she does give a convincing speech.
>And fortunately her word is all you have, so you just have to trust her.
>After all, she's never let you down before.
>So it'll have to do.
>Just ignore that foreboding feeling...
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>You turn and leave the bowing mare.
>When you reach the door, the door handle is left untouched for a few brief moments.
>Without looking back, you speak.
"You can do well here Octavia. Don't fuck it up."
>The door slams behind you as you exit.
>From here there are two options.
>You can wallow in what ifs and maybes.
>Or not. Simple as that.
>...
>Meh, wallowing just isn't fun.
>You laugh at nothing in particular and head to Twilight's room.
>Donning your best shit eating grin, you sling the door open.
"Oh, fuc-"
>You sling yourself down just in time to avoid a very pointy looking object whizzing directly at your head.
"Die!"
>Rolling to your right, another object is denied entry into your soft, supple flesh.
"DIE!-DIE!-DIE!-DIE!-DIE!"
>No thank you. You would very much like to avoid doing that...
>But still, the pointy objects are trying their ponty best.
>Still, tempting as it is to let them impale you, you decide to try and not die.
>That is until you slip up.
>It was inevitable really.
>An agile man, you are not. It's really amazing you made it as long as you did.
>From the very first tuck and roll, you knew were fucked...
>What you didn't expect was how time seemed to slow in your final moments.
>All it took was one trip and you landed flat on your back.
>Watching in horror as a sharpened wooden stick flew straight at your chest.
>Sad. You don't even have anything profound to say.
>Your last thought being that the sharp wooden object looks an awful lot like the leg to the table...
>Thump...
>The makeshift spear hits your chest and immediately looses all momentum, falling harmlessly in your lap.
"Hah..."
>If time slow down before, it positively freezes as you extend your arm to pick up the offensive projectile.
>Rolling it in your fingers a few times, you look up to see Twilight staring in disbelief.
>Before three more pieces lift themselves into the air and launch at you.
>Only to join their brother, lying docile on the ground.
"No..."
>Twilight recoils in disbeleif.
"No. Please. No..."
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"Hah."
>You smile.
"Hah!"
>And throw the piece of wood in no particular direction.
"Hahaha~!"
>Standing, you dust yourself off just in time to greet two guards and Octavia rushing into the room.
"Sir! We heard a commotion. Sir! Is everything alright? Sir!"
>You fold your hands behind your head, look to the ceiling, and let loose deep, throaty laughter.
>Somewhere you can hear a pone repeating the word 'No,' over and over to herself.
>But the jubilation of being alive overtakes all other feelings at the moment.
>Quick as it comes, it goes just as fast.
>And you feel adrenaline leaving your system and your body settling down.
>Till your sober enough address your audience.
"Thank you for coming so quick, just a bit of a game is all. Nothing to worry about."
>While Octavia smartly keeps quiet, the guards...not as bright.
>They anxiously look around the room.
" Sir! ... A... a game? Sir?" 
"That's what I said. Now leave us be."
>They look at the wooden spokes, then at each, and finally back then back to you.
"S-Sir! Are you being threatened!? We can protect you if you are! Just blink twice for yes!"
>You blink once.
"I said it's a game and I meant it. Leave. Now."
>They practically stumble over themselves trying to follow you command.
>Shame really. What if you had been in trouble... It really should take more than just a firm voice for them to leave.
>Octavia surveys the scene once more before giving a slight bow and taking her leave as well.
>When the door closes, you turn to Twilight.
"Valiant effort Twilight, I'll give you that. You were a miserable failure and will be punished accordingly, but valiant effort nonetheless."
>Her hooves collapse under her and she stares dead eyed a the lifeless makeshift spears.
"It was so perfect... So perfect. It was supposed to work... Why didn't it work...? Magic doesn't affect you, but what about the laws of essence."
>She blinks and looks at you.
"What ARE you!?"
>You laugh.
"I'm your master Twilight."
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>She breaks down.
>Utterly and completely. 
>Tears stream from her face as she she loses all sense of self, wallowing in pure grief.
>You shut the door slowly and walk to her, putting your hands on her mane.
>Slowly, you begin to rub her back as a mother would a crying child.
>It's meant to be comforting.
>It isn't.
>She recoils at the touch and a scream echoes in sync with her cries of misery.
"Don't TOUCH me! Don't you DARE touch me ever again!"
>One by one the shredded pieces of furniture begin to radiate with a purple glow.
"Never again! Never *sob* again!"
>Until the entire room is alight.
>And things begin to spin.
>Round and round.
>Round and round.
>Round and... fuck this is dizzying.
>Every now and then an odd or end makes contact with your being only to harmlessly bounce to the side.
>When the bed is added to the fray, you decide you've had quite enough.
"Bad girl."
>Twilight immediately drops to the floor, convulsing in pain.
>Punishment collars.
>How the Hell did you forget she was wearing a punishment collar?
>Twice now this has happened.
>Twice!
>What is it about being in a life or death situation that makes you so fucking stupid?
>You inwardly groan as objects begin to fall around you.
>The bed comes first, landing far away from either of you with a loud THUNK.
>As the other objects follow, you calmly make your way over to the now retching Twilight.
>Until something hits you.
>Hard.
>Stars dance in front of your vision as you stumble, frantically looking for the perpetrator.
>But all that catches your eye is a book, Pone Playtime: Beginners Basics.
>Huh.Odd.
>There's nopone else around and Twilight certainly wasn't the cause.
>The only logical conclusion is it must have dropped onto your head when things were falling.
>...
>Oh.
>You bend down to pick up the heavy book, ignoring the ever growing sounds of gurgling asphyxiation.
>Absentmindedly, you rub the knot on the top of your head.
>Oh shit.
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>Frantically you look at Twilight.
>But she seems to be in too much pain to have taken notice.
>You throw the book to the side and call off the collar.
>With a final twitch, Twilight's body acclimates back to a position of non-torment.
>Fortunately the psychological effect still lingers, prompting Twilight to curl into tight ball and cry into her hooves.
>You rub the knot again.
>And thank your lucky fucking Gods that Twilight did not see what just transpired.
>You honestly don't know the full ramifications just yet, but you know it isn't good.
>Just one more thing to add to your list of ever growing worries.
>Sigh.
>Bending over, you pick Twilight up and carefully shuttle over to the bed.
>That thankfully landed upright.
>And strangely enough with all its pillows and sheets perfectly in tact.
>Pone magic is weird.
>It seems its all proving a bit too much for poor Twilight's resolve as she no longer puts up a fight, instead choosing to remain docile in your lap as you pet her like a dog.
>Gently you run you fingers through her mane, massaging the flesh underneath as you glide downward.
"Shh Twilight, it'll be alright."
>Will it though?
>You mean... she did just try to murder you.
>Actually murder you.
>Now, she did fail miserably but the intent stands.
>And she may try again.
>Fuck what if she tries again?
"What am I going to do with you Twilight? You're really not making this easy on me."
>Her tears are beginning to soak through your shirt, but otherwise makes no signal that she hears you.
"And God help us both if Nightmare Moon finds out what you did."
>Still nothing.
"And what about your friends huh? You do know I am the only one keeping them alive right now right? What do you think will happen to them when I'm gone?"
>She shudders.
>So she is listening.
"Oh, so now you start to think about the consequences. That's right Twilight, your actions don't affect just you. They have long reaching ramifications to your friends."
>She's actually clinging to you now.
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"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk."
>You shift your hand and grab one of her ears, rolling the velvety material between your fingers gently.
>She shivers at the unwelcome touch.
"Hm? Don't like that? Well you're free to try and stop me anytime you wish."
>...
"That's what I thought."
>You rub harder.
"Are you finally begining understand Twilight?"
>Growing bored, you move your fingers downward, trailing the crevices of her body.
"Do you finally see that this is your life now? That you can't escape? How there is nothing you can do."
>Slipping your hand underneath, you rub her belly.
"I have you. I have your so called 'friends' (who are here because of you)."
"I have the fucking sun Goddess, Twilight. I have everything."
>Slowly, ever so slowly, your hand caresses its way to her thigh.
"And you? What do you have?"
>The skin there is very supple.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
>Without warning, you slip a finger inside her causing her to clinch in instant panic.
>She's still a virgin and without her being wet, it's actually quite difficult to probe around.
>But you make do.
"nooo..."
>How she does it with hooves you'll never know, but somehow Twilight grips your shirt.
"No? And what will you do about it Twilight? What CAN you do about it?"
>She begins to shake her head.
"Nooo. Nonono..."
>You swat her rump with your hand.
"Be quiet and accept it already!"
"NO! NONONO!"
>Round two is a go as objects begin to levitate once more.
>You sigh.
"Bad girl.
"Hrrrk..."
>And just like that, things fall right back into place as Twilight spasms in your lap.
>Briefly you register her pussy twitching around your finger.
>Something you'll have remember for later...
>When you call the collar off, she returns once more to her docile state.
>Or so you thought.
>But her eyes are still defiant, tear filled as they may be.
"Do you still hold out hope Twilight? Am I really going to have to go through this with you every few minutes?"
>She sniffs.
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"Yes. Until I'm free or dead I will never give in. After what you did to me last..."
>You interrupt her.
"After what I did last time? That's what got you so upset!?" Twilight, you've gotten off easy so far!"
>You slip your finger out from her pussy and wrap your hands around her frame, turning her around to meet you fully.
"I can do so much worse than that Twilight. That was absolutely nothing."
>Her lip curls.
"Nothing!? You raped me!"
"I've raped TONS of pones! Who cares? And a forced blowjob is hardly rape."
>Her horn starts to glow again, but you gesture symbolically at your neck.
"Lets keep this civil now."
>She gets the message and stops.
>Regardless of her words, she is learning.
"You're disgusting. Why do you do this! Why!? What did we ever do to you?"
>You laugh.
"Well actually, you attacked me first remember?"
>She opens her mouth to talk, but no words come out.
>Closing the gaping hole, she pauses briefly before trying again.
>Only to have that attempt fail as well.
>After a few more times, she manages to form a thought.
"I... what?"
>Half a thought anyway.
"It's exactly as I said. You attacked me first. I had no idea what was happening and you all just assumed I was bad. Hell, Nightmare Moon was the one who actually saved me from you guys."
>It is true... Kind of.
"You're... You're lying."
>You roll your eyes.
"Why would I lie? What possible motive do I have to lie? Lying is just a tool to gain leverage, and pet... right now I have that."
"But... But... That's still no excuse! Don't you dare say that excuses you!"
>You shrug.
"I didn't and I won't. It is what it is Twilight. I'm not saying it excuses my actions, just that things could be very different right now had you not tried to kill me the moment we met."
>She shakes her head from side to side, refusing to process the new information.
>While probably not the best idea to offer such information freely, you can't help but keep the line of talk open.
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"Whether you choose to believe me or not, the truth is Twilight: I'm only doing this because it's what Nightmare Moon expects of me."
"And she made it very clear what would happen if I didn't live up to those expectations."
>Twilight stops shaking her head and looks at you wide eyed.
>Giving you her complete and undivided attention.
"My every action is odious. I know this. I accept this. But I do it. I do it to survive."
"I do it because I was placed into a position, by you, where I have to if I want to keep living. And you know what?"
>She blinks.
"I find I don't hate it. In fact I quite enjoy it. I still find it odious, but amusing too."
"There's a permanent magnet stuck to my moral compass and I find it spinning out of control. I can't tell what's what anymore."
>You boop her lightly on the nose.
"And I have you to thank."
>Immediately her eyes begin to water.
>No words, but none are needed. Her face says it all.
>'I did this. I'm really am to blame.'
"Now. Now. Twilight. None of that. Like I said. It is what it is."
>Patting her on the head, you signal the finality of the talk.
"We need to discuss what to do about the little incident of you trying to kill me."
>Fear grips her eyes, the pain from the collar still fresh in her memory.
"The thing is: I don't like the thought of being murdered. And I need to know that it won't happen again."
>You clutch Twilight in your arms and slide from the bed to the floor, letting her down easy when you're stable.
>She just curls into a ball and trembles, staring up at you.
>All sense of defiance now gone.
"I'm going to be harsh, but it'll be over before you know it. I promise."
>You can work with the way she's cowering. Actually, the entire situation can be worked to your advantage right now. A show of power followed by a show of leniency will do wonders for your image.
>As you move to get in place however, the door bursts open.
>Black magic wafts in grabbing Twilight and slinging her to the opposite side of the room, pinning her limbs against the wall.
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"Beast!? Beast! Are you alright? We heard talk of this one attacking you!"
>She looks you over and sighs with relief
"You're okay. This is good."
>The relief doesn't linger long as she turns her sights on the destroyed room.
>Sniffing the air, her lips form a snarl.
"We smell magic. You let her use magic?"
>Oh.
>This... doesn't seem good.
>Twilight yells in pain as Nightmare's magic crushes her further into the wall.
"Ogre. We must have the meaning of this."
>Those fucking guards, you are going to kill them.
"GRAAAH!"
>Later! You'll kill them later. Right now you need to think of something to tell Nightmare Moon.
>Before she quite literally crushes Twilight to death.
>Smelling the room once more, Nightmare Moon turns to fully look at you.
>Disappointment mars her face.
"Well... It's just... I was-"
>Your words come out in an undignified stutter.
"We give thee one task. One task above all else and you have let us down."
>No anger... just pure disappointment.
"AAAaa~uggh"
>Twilight screams in agony as she's ever so slowly pushed further and further against the hard surface.
"Nightmare Moon just let me explain..."
"This one and her friends possess the elements. It is only by sheer luck that we managed to beat them once. We may not survive a second encounter. They cannot get free."
>You inwardly groan.
>So then how about not declaring it in front of their leader?
>Nightmare Moon sighs.
"We had hoped to keep the vessels for the elements alive in case we had use for them in the future. But we see now how foolish that was."
>Oh this is definitely not good.
"Twilight Sparkle. For crimes against the crown we hereby sentence you to dea-"
"Nightmare! Stop! We talked about this! Would you just let me explain before you start randomly killing my slaves?"
>She turns back to you and raises an eyebrow.
>Well... you have her attention.
>Now you just need an explanation.
>Yup.
>That would really be good right about now.
>Any moment now.
>Fucking shit.
>Well, here goes nothing.
>Literally.
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"Twilight is... is..."
>Fuck it.
>There is only one way to keep Twilight alive right now.
"Twilight Sparkle is fully trained. She will do whatever I ask, whenever I ask it. I was simply having her test a few things."
>God, you just really hope you don't regret this.
>Nightmare Moon looks from you, to Twilight, and then back to you.
"You were... testing?"
>You nod.
"That's right. I was testing her magic. On me actually. I wanted to find out more about how it affects me. And what better way than doing it live?"
>You can hear the sound of shallow breathes returning in the background as Nightmare Moon lets up ever so slightly on Twilight.
"A test... So it is really true? You have gotten it to submit to the crown? Celestia's number 1 student is willing to subjugate herself fully?"
>You glance at Twilight.
>It's only been a couple of days.
>It isn't like you've failed completely yet. This shit takes time.
>She did try to kill you... but that was just a minor set back.
>The point is, you cannot expect full submission in such a short amount of time.
>But you can hardly complain about fairness now can you?
"Yes, she has fully submitted."
>The dark cloud holding Twilight's limbs drags her off the wall and places her carefully on the bed.
>Where she twitches strangely and struggles to take a breathe.
"Perhaps we were a bit... overzelous then. Time and time again you have shown your use to us. We are just wary of a time when..."
>She snorts.
"Anyway, next time, come to us if you wish to experiment. Our days are quite boring. We could use the distraction."
>You've noticed. 
>Briefly you wonder, what her day to day runnings entail.
>Obviously, she must doing something right as the kingdom hasn't caught fire.
>It's just... you haven't really seen her DO anything.
>She mentioned a council. Maybe they deal with the day to day precedings?
>Or perhaps Nightmare Moon's hand reaches farther than you've figured.
>Hell, maybe she's just really good at multitasking.
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"*C-cough*"
>Twilight seems to have caught her breathe and is beginning to orient herself upright.
>You put the thoughts about Nightmare Moon aside.
>You have enough on your plate to deal with politics right now.
>But later.
>Definitely later.
>Twilight lets out a gasp of pain when her body turns upright.
>Clutching at her chest, she can't help but drop back down to her side.
>Nightmare Moon views her curiously.
"We may have cracked a rib or two. Such a shame. We were hoping for a demonstration of submission, but we shall hold off."
>Never before has cracked ribs been such a blessing.
"Fortunately you have provided us excellent healing material in the form of that insolent maid. We shall have something whipped up quickly."
"When she's fully healed, you can show her off to us and let us see for ourselves how well she behaves."
>Oh.
>Great.
>And did she say she was going to use the maid?
>A grotesque picture of the mare being gradually cut up and used for parts fills your mind.
>And you shudder.
>You really hope you didn't just exchange one life for another.
>Shoving the thought from your mind, you address Nightmare Moon.
>Saying the only thing you can.
"I look forward to showing her off."
>She smiles a toothy smile.
"Marvelous! Simply marvelous."
>A sparkly cloud covers the whole room and before you know it, everything is fixed nicely.
>Even the table and bed are back to their original position.
>With Twilight still clutching painfully at her chest on top it.
>Nightmare Moon scans the room once more and gives a satisfied nod of her head.
"Unfortunately we must take our leave. We actually just ran out of a very important meeting with the neighboring empire on our refusal to raise the sun. We feel if we stay away too long, they may feel slighted."
>You inwardly groan.
>Of course she did.
"Don't let me keep you then. Good luck."
>Her smile turns into a bit more sinister.
"Thank you. But we needn't luck when we have power."
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>Turning on a hoof, she takes her leave.
>Before she closes the door, she gives you one more look.
>You just wish you could make out what it's meant to signify.
>It's something halfway between a tender smile and a snarl.
>Honestly, you just don't think you'll understand her...
>Sighing, you move to Twilight's side and gently part the hooves she's using to clutch her chest.
>The limbs separate easily with a bit of firm coercing.
>It looks fine, but you don't exactly know what to look for.
>There isn't a bone sticking out. So that's good.
"How does it feel?"
>She moves her hooves back to her center and curls slightly into a ball.
"It... It hurts. The inside of my chest really hurts."
>You rub her head sympathetically.
>And note with a bit of consideration that she doesn't recoil from the touch.
>Tears hang in the corner of her eyes as she stares despairingly at you.
"I know. Nightmare Moon can... get carried away sometimes. I did try to warn you. Believe it or not I do want to protect you."
>She doesn't say anything.
"How about we say the attempted murders cancel each other out? Sound fair."
>She sniffs and tightens the distance between her hooves and her chest.
>Is the pressure really helping? You would think it would only add to the pain.
>Maybe the mental comfort just outweighs the physical pain.
"P-Please. Can't you just let us go? You heard her, she fears us. If you release us maybe we can fight her."
>Damn you Nightmare Moon. You need to watch what you say.
>Now what are you supposed to do?
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>You rub your temples.
"There's that damn compass going screwy again."
>With obvious effort, she strains to reach a pleasing hoof out towards you.
"It doesn't have to be this way. I can fix this. I can fix -"
>A feeling of deja vu hits and you angrily interrupt her.
"And if you can't? If you fail?"
>Your eyes narrow.
"You couldn't even kill me Twilight. And I don't have semi-omnipotent powers. How can you hope to stop Nightmare Moon?"
"The line between ability and capability is very thin. And you, Twilight, are on the wrong side of it."
>Her hoof retracts.
>And for a moment all she can do is stare at you, sadness etched onto her features.
>She closes her eyes.
"No. I can't believe that. I won't. Good will prevail. Good always prevails."
>You growl in frustration.
"Why!? Who says? Where is this all-divine being that's keeping tabs on the pones of the world, striking down the ones that get too uppity?"
"Because I know where Celestia is, and from her confinement I can tell you with absolute certainty that she won't be doing shit."
>Twilight raises her head and looks you in the eye.
"Even without Celestia, good will prevail."
>You're beginning to lose your temper now.
"How!? How do you know? What are you basing this information on?"
>And that is a very dangerous thing.
"Because I know..."
>For you've learned one very important thing while staying here.
"..."
>Silence falls between you.
"..."
>And that is your temper scares even you.
"So this is how it's going to be Twilight? After I lied to the most powerful creature in the world, jeopardizing her favor and my safety to protect you, you still refuse to cooperate?"
>She nods.
"It is. And please understand. I am very, very grateful that you did that. Not only because you saved me, but because now.... now you have to help me."
>White hot anger fills your being.
>This is what you get. This is your justice for trying to be the hero.
>Out of the million different possibilities your future could have took, now lay only two.
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>You can refuse to help Twilight Sparkle, and she will reveal the truth to Nightmare Moon in a foolish hope to force your hand.
>She will be executed and it will come to light that you will have done the one sin you could ever possibly commit.
>You will have betrayed Nightmare Moon.
>And she will take it a betrayal, of that you have no doubt.
>Had you told the truth, she would have been disappointed, but in time she would have forgiven you.
>The relationship would have altered and surely she would have no longer doted on you quite as heavily.
>But you would have retained status in the castle.
>You would have still been her beast, scaring the little ponies of the world and indulging in your vices.
>But then you ruined it by trying to be the good guy.
>By trying to save one of your pets from the wrath she brought down upon herself.
>And now you can refuse and risk certain destruction or... or you can go against the one being that... actually understands these damn dark thoughts that plague your mind now..
>The one being that has actually taken and risen you up against all others and given you everything.
>Everything.
>And while the first path ends only in destruction, this path branches.
>Twilight will lose and everything ultimately circles back towards destruction.
>Or...
>Or Twilight Spark will win and you will be forced to face Princess Celestia's wrath.
>Even if you're the one to help free her, you do not think she will be lenient.
>In fact you know she won't, because she's promised as such.
>The ultimate being of kindness and love has rejected your plea for absolution once.
>Regardless of the good you do now, she will reject you again.
>Her punishment will be swift and harsh.
>And that's it. All paths lying in wait ahead of you end in misfortune.
>All thanks to one weak moment of kindness.
>Well you know what?
>Fuck that.
>Fuck everything about that.
>No more kindness for Twilight Sparkle. No more chances.
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>You had hoped to corrupt her, make her your pupil but now you see just how foolish that was.
>The others had been easy.
>Little effort had been espunged, and they had fallen fast.
>Only now do you see this, being too caught up in the moment to fully realize it before.
>But now you see everything was a bit too... uncomplicated.
>There could be a dozen explanations.
>Maybe ponies are just naturally submissive, eager to return to their rightful role.
>Maybe they're innocent, never knowing true violence and brutality and as such fall easily to it.
>Maybe you just got lucky.
>But whatever the case, while the others broke on their first attempt - three times you have approached Twilight's room and three times you have failed.
>And she's made a mockery of you and your craft each and every time.
>Now with crystal clear reasoning, you understand why.
>She isn't a normal pone.
>She can't be broken like the others.
>You can't go into her room and expect her to immediately fall because you show a bit of force or manipulation.
>For whatever reason, Twilight Sparkle is special.
>But in her defiance, she has given you an opportunity.
>You are going to do something you haven't truly done since you've got here.
>You are going to indulge your anger.
>The white hot burning inside your chest begging for release will finally get it's wish with this pone.
>And finally she will understand.
>Finally she will see that there is no such thing as good.
>Finally... Twilight Sparkle will break.
>For the first time since you arrived you notice true fear in Twilight's eyes.
>Not despair. Not grief. Not mild dread.
>But true, horrified terror.
>And you realize you are smiling.
>An angry, brutalized version of a smile.
>But a smile nonetheless.
>Standing without saying a word, you leave the room.
>In the background Twilight calls after you.
"Please let me save us. Let me save you! Please, I know you're planning something. Don't do it! I beg you!"
>You pay her no mind.
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>The heavy door shuts behind you and you shudder.
>Anger has never felt... like this.
>It's always been a hot, anxious apprehension.
>Filling you with dread of what's to come. Fear of what you can do now that you have the power to do it.
>But this is something else.
>This anger is cold and patient. It knows it will have its way shortly and thus doesn't assert itself.
>The feeling is... frightening in its own right. But welcome.
>Fighting was becoming tiresome anyway.
>On your way to set your plan in motion you pass by the room Octavia was last stationed in.
>And for some reason you stop.
>You stop just to stare at the closed door.
>Twilight Sparkle was a failure, but inside is a pone who understands.
>A little lamb who follows obediently.
>Unlike the other 6, she was merely thrust into this life by happenstance.
>But she learned quickly and used her education to better her role under your strict tutelage.
>You have more faith in her than you think ever will of Twilight Sparkle.
>And though this had not been part of your original plan, you find yourself opening the door to her room.
>And curiously find that she's still there.
>Already assumed in the position of a respectful bow, even before your frame has made its way through the door.
>Perfection. She knows to rush to her place because... frankly who else would be entering this room?
>You beam with pride.
>The gaze causing Octavia to shift nervously.
"M-Master. Is... Is something the matter?"
>You shake your head.
>Rise and follow me Octavia. We have business to attend to."
>She nods and quickly makes her way over to you.
>You give her a look over once, bend down and straighten the bow on her dress (that was already perfect) and lead the way out of the room.
>Silently she follows.
>She follows you to Rarity's room, watching with curiosity as you leash her and lead her out like a dog.
>All the while Rarity trying to make herself as small as she can, obviously humiliated and frightened beyond words.
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>She watches as you go to your room and gather just a few tools.
>Both of you ignoring the gasps coming from Rarity as she sees which ones you take.
>She watches and follows as you carry them to Twilight's room.
>And she watches as Twilight takes in the sight before, understanding finally taking hold.
"No... Oh Celestia no. Please, anything but this."
>You remain silent as you tie rarity to the table, causing the poor mare to practically collapse into a ball of fear.
>Carefully, you lay out your tools.
>One by one you separate them on the table, organizing them to your liking.
>All the while taking your sweet time and getting drunk off the incoming despair.
>When you're finally finished, you pick up the first tool.
>But you don't start. Not yet.
>You turn to Octavia.
"Octavia. I want you to watch this. I want you sear this moment into your mind forever. I am a cruel man, but I can be kind."
"I try to be kind. I will have my way, but I refuse to step needlessly on the backs of others as I do so."
"The others, they gave in easily, Their hurt was limited. They were spared. But today, I was kind and in return my gift was thrown back in face."
"Twilight Sparkle will learn her lesson here today. I can be kind, but I want to be cruel."
>You turn to Rarity.
"And you..."
"I had such a lovely night planned for us, pet. I was finally going to elevate you to something more than the dirt under my feet."
"I had the finest dress maker in all of Equestria sew the outfits from your designs. We were going to walk into the town wearing them."
"You would have been mortified I'm sure, but then you would have seen. You would have seen how the others will look at you. You would have seen their admiration and envy."
"Because even my lowest slave will be higher than the highest pone out there. You would have the loveliest night of your life."
>Pausing, you try to make out the mix of emotions crossing her face.
>It's impossible, so you just continue on.
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"And when we returned to the castle I would have used you, my pet. Degraded you. Reminded you of your place beneath me."
"But doubtlessly, you would have remembered. You would have remembered the envy in every pone's eyes as I showed you off and gave you everything they can't have."
"Tonight you would have gotten everything. And I as well."
>The white rage is boiling again.
"And all of this - All of it was squandered because one dumb mare who thinks she has all the answers couldn't accept my generosity."
>Your cold gaze sends Rarity into another fit of shaking.
"But you would know about generosity wouldn't you Rarity?"
>To your surprise, she nods.
"My pet I won't apologize for what I'm about to do to you, but know that it is not my wish. I don't think my wish will come to be now."
"So I ask that you accept my cruelty to you because it is my final kindness to Twilight. Because it is the only way she will learn and the only way I have of keeping her safe."
"I cannot do this to her because she will too stubborn to understand it's meaning. And so I must use her friends."
"I must make her see that it is not herself that she jeopardize, but you as well. And all of her friends."
"And when I am done, you will be hurting. But you will have served a greater purpose because Twilight will know... And she will finally understand... and she will finally be safe."
>Your voice trails off.
>The air in the room is heavy.
>Damnit. That's right. Even after all this you still want to protect her.
>So much for your bullshit earlier.
>You just wish she really does understand after this.
>Because this is your last option.
>Your last resort.
>And if you fail...
>If you fail, then it will truly mean the end of one of your pets.
>Because you will end her, before she can end you.
>With a heavy sigh, you begin.
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>All during your speech, Twilight had been silent.
>But now, now she's screaming.
>Even though it must bring her terrible pain to do so.
"No! It isn't too -augh- late. Stop! Don't! -Grah- Please!"
>She tries to move, but the pain in her chest quells any hope of that.
"Anything but this!"
>It isn't the first time she's encountered her friend being punished.
>After all she was there when you had to discipline Applejack and Rainbow Dash when they first attacked you.
>It seems like ages ago now...
>But back then all you had were words and your cock.
>Today you bring extras.
>And Twilight's gaze hasn't left the table that holds them and Rarity since you arrived.
"Octavia, restrain Twilight for me. Her ribs are broken, not by me mind you, so be careful."
"She isn't much of a threat right now. So I really just want you to make sure she doesn't hurt herself trying to save her friend."
>For the first time in a very very long time, you see Octavia's resolve waiver.
>And you suddenly have a small understanding of how Nightmare Moon must have felt when she thought you disappointed her."
>Fortunately it doesn't last too long. For whatever divine beings took residence on her shoulder, the demon must have won.
>She silently obeys and moves over to Twilight, grabbing her limbs and pinning them carefully against her own.
"Please do not move Miss Twilight. You may have magic, but I am still an Earth pone and you cannot hope to break free of my strength."
>You smile.
>She's loyal after all. Exactly what Twilight should be.
>Exactly what Twilight isn't.
>In your giddiness you almost, but not quite, miss that that she whispers something into her ear.
>The smile becomes a frown. You'll have to ask her about that later.
>But right now...
>You twirl your first item around in your hand.
>Something simple to start with.
>But the simplest items can hurt the worst, can't they?
>Time to test that theory.
>You crack the paddle over Rarity's behind eliciting a deep and shrill scream.
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>The first wail of the night does little to sate your deep hunger.
>So you hit her again.
>And again.
>And again until the raps on her backside become a jaunting melody mixing with white mare's cries.
>Then she begins to beg.
"Please! Please stop master, it hurts! It hurts! I haven't done anything wrong. I learned my lesson that first night. Please! Oh - Goddess please!"
>You ignore her and continue your assault.
>To her credit she did manage to last several minutes before breaking down to plead with you.
>Briefly you wonder what took her this long.
>Did she accept your explanation? Or was she just merely too afraid?"
>Either way it doesn't matter now.
>All that matters is that harmonizing melody.
>Whap. Scream. Whap. Scream. Scream. Scream. Whap!"
>People really underestimate the amount of pain a paddle can bring.
>Because they give up too soon, you think.
>The firm piece of wood doesn't get a chance to shine until several, several dozen licks in, when the hind quarters have turned red and raw.
>Rarity's openly sobbing now too adding to your theory's credibility.
>She didn't cry this much when you used your fists.
>A particularly hard wrap pushed her over the edge.
"I WAS A GOOD GIRL! PLEASE STOP! *SOB* "
>And to her surprise you do.
>Reaching down you tenderly touch the hyper-sensitive area eliciting a violent shiver.
>Heat radiates off the spot like a fireplace in the middle of winter.
>Her once pure white fur, shining bright red, but with deep undertones of purple and yellow.
>She was right, she has been a good girl.
>This is unfair to her.
>But she isn't the one being punished.
>You take a second to glance at Twilight Sparkle to see tears pouring out of her eyes.
>Despair running deep into the wrinkles of her brow as she openly sobs.
>On her backside remains Octavia, stoic and solemn betraying no emotion.
>But dutifully doing what you've asked of her.
>Whether she takes any pleasure in it, you cannot guess.
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>All to suddenly you become aware of Rarity chanting something under her breathe.
>You lean in to hear.
"Thank you. Thank you master. Thank you. Thank you master."
>Oh the poor dear thinks this is it.
>She's supposed to be bright. Maybe the pain is dulling her mind.
>Either way she gets the message when she sees you lay the paddle down and grab your next toy.
"Nooo~ No, Let it be over. I just want it to be over."
>Too bad pet. It isn't going to be not for a very long time.
>You take the large stone cock and place it at her hole.
>Though for being so big and made of rock, it seems to be surprisingly lightweight.
>Placing it at her entrance you give no hesitation before you slam the phallic inside of her.
>Her screams before are nothing compared to what they are now.
>Blood trickles down from her violated hole onto the table.
>All the while she continues to beg.
"It's too big! It's too big! Take it out! It's too biiig!"
>And she's right again. It is too big. But she accepts it anyway.
>You feel no sympathy for the mare as you continue to violate her.
>Anger and vindication driving every other emotion out of your body.
>And if you were to feel the slightest bit of guilt at being so harsh with a mare that hasn't earned your anger, what of it?
>After all you aren't punishing her.
>You're punishing...
>You steal a another glance at Twilight.
>Octavia has repositioned them so that two hooves hold her legs, one hoof holds her arms... and the other holds her head.
>Straight at you.
>She must have tried to look away.
>Turning back to your work you begin to force the cock rock...
>Ha.
>As far deep into Rarity as you can possibly make it go.
>Turns out that's pretty far.
>But the effort must be causing tremendous pain, because once again it feels like Rarity's voice has increased in volume.
>You doubt she can go many decibels higher.
>But you try anyway.
>Pulling the device out, you leave just tip inside her wounded hole.
>Before you shove it back inside as roughly as you can.
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>You do this many times until Rarity's screams reach their precipice and begin to descend, growing fainter and fainter with every thrust.
>When all that's left are horse, sobbing whimpers, you pull it out and shove the soiled cock aside.
>Whimpers are boring. You want to hear her scream again.
>You retrieve your third item from the table and make sure to show it Rarity before it sees use.
>Her eyes grow wide.
"Please no! *Sob* Please! Please anything but that! It's all I have left! You promised on the first night. You promised! You said if I was good you wouldn't... you wouldn't..."
>She breaks down once again.
>You sadly shake your head.
>This is the way it must be.
>You spin the branding iron around in your hands, showing off the cold metal design that will sear its way into her flesh, forever ruining her beauty.
>Through sobs, Rarity's panicked eyes still manage to trace the slow spin of the device.
>Ignoring Rarity for a moment, you turn to show Twilight the object in your hand.
"Twilight, when you heat the tip of this I will stop. Not until then."
>If she's heard you, she doesn't show it.
>But you know she has.
>And so you lay the branding iron carefully to the side, but still in full view of Twilight Sparkle.
>A monument to her choice.
>It says: You are letting this happen. You can choose to stop this at any moment and you haven't.
>So it remains, unmoving and untouched.
>All the while you retrieve your fourth toy from the pile.
>This one is going to hurt you're afraid.
>Unfortunately for Rarity, what was happening before was just a warmup to get her ready.
>Now the real fun begins.
>And for once you will finally give release to that damned nagging feeling of umbrage and anger.
>At Rarity's expense.
>Before you begin however, you grab one final item from the table.
>A ball gag with which to mute your small pet.
>Because while her screams are just so very beautiful... you fear they are going to be put into overdrive.
>And you are nothing if not pragmatic.
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>And so you begin.
>And God does it feel RIGHT.
>How long have you denied this feeling?
>Too long you're afraid.
>Why? What harm does it do?
>After all, Rarity is your pet and her body is yours to do with as you please.
>And this pleases you.
>It pleases you so very much to bring the pure white mare into the throes of absolute torment.
>Every scream that can be heard past the muffle of the gag brings another shiver of pleasure down your spine.
>Every thrash against her binds brings giddy anticipation of the next blow.
>Because this is who you are. You aren't good. You aren't the hero.
>You're a sadist, devouring those given to him through power he doesn't even truly possess.
>And loving every minute of it.
>You love her screams.
>You love her cries.
>You love the hopeless look in her eyes as she looks wildly at you for mercy.
>Mercy that won't come...
>Mercy that... somewhere inside you want to give.
>But you can't. Because you've willingly lost yourself in the moment and are in ecstasy.
>You knew the ramifications of giving in and you just didn't fucking care.
>All that matters right now is you, your pet, and your fun.
>Somewhere, in a distant place from your mind you can hear terrified please for you to stop.
>Briefly you register that they must belong to Twilight.
>But when you glance at the branding iron and see it still cold, you continue your assault.
>Her muffled cries really are just too wonderful, you see.
 >And they've grown so... erratic over time.
>So much pain behind them, so much absolution in them.
>So much release.
>Again you hear pleas for you to stop.
>Again you look at the iron.
>Still cold, so no. You will not stop.
>And... You don't think you're going to stop even when she does heat the object.
>Not until you are finally satisfied.
>Until...
>A shaky hoof places itself on the small of your back and you are instantly brought back to reality.
>Weird how such a simple touch has that effect.
>Even weirder that the simple touch happened at all.
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>You force yourself fully back to Earth, suddenly all to aware of just how... beaten Rarity looks right now.
>And then you remember.
>A hoof made contact.
>Twilight...
>She must have gotten free.
>If she can overcome Octavia, broken ribs, and her deep despair.
>Then... she might just be able to pull something.
>Stupid! You should have done more to restrain her!
>In the slightest bit of panic, you turn.
>But what greets you is not Twilight, but Octavia.
>She stands with tears in her eyes, her hoof still outstretched.
"Please master. Please stop. Use me instead if you wish. But please... please stop. I... I do not think she can take much more."
>You...
>What?
>You turn to look at Rarity again and see that you've... made quite the mess of her.
>Shit... How did you get that far?
>And as you stare another question hits.
>How DID you get that far?
>Why didn't Twilight stop you? Why didn't she heat the iron? Why didn't she give in?
>Your eyes scan the bed to see Twilight curled into a ball of fluff, her hooves over her ears.
>Her body is wracked with sobs.
>And the full realization hits you.
>She... she didn't give in. And you don't think she ever will.
>You've failed.
"She didn't heat the iron," you speak barely above a whisper.
>It's just enough for Octavia to hear.
"I... I don't think she was going to master. She was going to let Miss Rarity... She was going to let... She was..."
>She can't finish her thoughts.
>So many firsts today.
>You're brain is having trouble comprehending them all.
>And another one just hits you.
>Octavia risked everything to plead for Rarity's life.
>And...
>And you don't don't know how you feel about that.
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>Sweat has taken up residence on your brow.
>When did it get there?
>Probably pushed out by the pulsating veins in your temples, you suppose.
>After all, your heart is beating 5 times a second.
>And each contraction says the same thing.
>You failed.
>Again.
>And the worst part is you don't even know why you've failed.
>It should have worked.
>There is no reason it should not have worked.
>Why didn't it work!?
>You look at Rarity.
>And anger rises in your gut at the sight.
>It's Twilight's fault this happened to her.
>She looks horrible, her once pure white fur showing markings of abuse gone too far.
>Her bright red ass no longer even stands out.
>It's disgusting. And you don't want to look any more.
>So your gaze finds its way Octavia.
>And find something odd.
>The anger dissipates with the tears in her eyes.
>Unfortunately the feeling that takes its place can't exactly be described as remorse.
>It's more of a... cold rationality.
>Part of you wants to be mad at Octavia for her audacity.
>It wants to punish her.
>But there's a much more logical part that concedes a simple point:
>If such a loyal minion dared to interrupt you... maybe you needed to be interrupted.
>Just like what happened with you and Nightmare Moon.
>You mean...
>Fuck. It LITERALLY just happened yesterday.
>What the Hell is wrong with you? Weren't you just chastising her for this exact same thing?
>How can you punish Octavia for doing exactly what you did?
>Why... did you do what you did?
>You look at Rarity once again.
>Some part of you expects her wounds to just melt away like an illusion.
>They don't.
>So you just sigh, suddenly feeling very tired.
"Octavia, take Rarity to the healing station. Give her anything she wants within reason"
"Then when they are done, have her delivered to my chambers. Lay down soft bedding below mine. I want to envy the floor, understood?"
>Octavia nods profusely, but doesn't speak
>Even as she shakes her head, you take particular notice that the tears never fully fall
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>With a swiftness you didn't know she possessed, Octavia makes her way to the table and cuts the bindings that tie Rarity down.
>Gathering her onto her back, she carries her from the room.
>Right as she reaches the door, you call out.
"We'll discuss your interruption later... understood?"
>At first it seems like Octavia is about to say something, but you must have been mistaken.
>She merely shifts the weight on her back and nods silently, exiting the room in grace.
>Well as graceful as a frilly maid with a fully grown mare on her back can.
>When the door closes, you walk to the table and shove all the toys off in a weird show of anger you no longer feel.
>Then you simply grab the chair and position it in front of Twilight's bed.
>And you stare.
>For the longest time, you don't say anything.
>You just watch her sob.
>Minutes pass.
>Then an hour.
>Then two.
>But still you watch.
>You should be using the time to think, to plan.
>And yet for some reason, you just don't.
>You're tired of scheming for the moment.
>You're just very... tired.
>So you watch instead.
>You watch as Twilight cries for the friend she nearly lost, even though it was her fault.
>But gradually, ever so gradually, her tears begin to dry up.
>Until all that remains is a dry, shuddering whimper.
>And that's when you talk.
"She could have died."
>You don't expect Twilight to answer.
>Yet she does.
>...
>Even now she can't stop being unpredictable.
"I know..."
>Sigh.
"Why didn't you stop me?"
>...
"Because I didn't need too..."
>...
"Somepone needed too. I lost control twilight. If Octavia hadn't done your job, she would have died."
>...
"No... She was never going to die... Good does not die. Harmony does not die. We... will not die."
>...
"That's bullshit and you know it Twilight. I was going to kill her."
>...
>...
>...
"But you didn't..."
>But you didn't.
>You want to scream the phrase.
>Hurl them at her and use them as weapons, finally bludgeoning some sense into her.
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"No, I didn't Twilight. Because a pone far braver than you decided to stop me."
>She peaks out between her hooves.
"Octavia is a good pone... And her stopping you was no accident..."
>There really is no reasoning with her.
>Oh Twilight. Why isn't there any reasoning with her?
>For the first time since you came here, your eyes water.
"I don't want to kill you Twilight."
>She places both hooves down now.
"You don't have too. You can still help me. You can save Equestria. You can save everypone."
>But you just shake your head.
"No... I can't."
>And here it is.
>The choice.
>With two roads diverging in a yellow woods, you're sorry that you cannot travel both.
>For you know not which leads to which, but one leads to destruction and one to growth.
>You have to make a decision.
"I don't want to kill you Twilight."
>You repeat.
"But you're... you're leaving me no choice."
>Oddly, her demeanor doesn't change.
"Then do what you must. If you are truly that type of being, then we have nothing more to discuss..."
>You stand and move to the corner of the room where the stuff you knocked off the table fell.
>Five things.
>You brought five things with you. Four toys... and one ornate sword that hasn't been used for anything but play acting until this point.
>Picking it up, you return to Twilight.
"Please. Please reconsider. It doesn't have to be this way. It doesn't have to end like this."
>She doesn't flinch.
"Yes... it does.
>Total destruction, end her before she can end you.
>Four times now.
>Four times you've entered her room, and four times you've failed.
>You've been bested.
>This isn't about pride anymore. It's about survival.
>Twilight scoots her body down and sticks out her neck.
"If I can ask one more favor? Make it quick... I don't want to die in fear..."
>You nod and bring the ornate blade over your head.
>Two roads diverged in a yellow woods and you're sorry that you cannot travel both...
>You bring the blade down fast.
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>And toss it to the side with a beastly scream.
>The irony of which is not lost on you.
"I can't do it! I'm a fucking monster and I still can't do it."
>You grab your throbbing head.
"I've done so many bad things. But I can't do this.
>Despite whatever pain she must feel while she does it, she reaches a hoof out and touches your leg.
"I knew it. You are good. You're just confused right now. That's all... master."
>No.
>No!
>Do not start calling you that.
>Why does she never make any sense!
>She's somehow found a way to make losing confusing.
>Who does that!?
>You give her an angry glare.
"That's... that's what you like right? You like being called master? I can call you that if you want. I had a lot of time to think as I cried. And... And..."
>She takes in a shaky breathe.
"And I can give it to you if you want, if you choose to help. I'll be yours. Forever. I'll bind myself magically to you."
>Anger fades into confusion.
"Some of your words reached me... in a small way. Good will prevail, I know this. But I've failed four times to make you see the light. And... I don't think I can. You're too confused."
>Her hoof begins to caress your leg.
"But... But I can work with confused. I know that now. You want a... a... - you want a slave...? I can be that."
>She tries to sound confident, but it's very distinguishable as just an act.
>If there's at least one thing you can do, its read fear.
>And Twilight Sparkle is terrified right now.
"I'll do... anything for you. Anything at all. I'll obey your every whim, your every wish."
>She tries and fails to hide a shudder.
"All I ask in return is that you help me restore what is right..."
>Without ever stopping the caress, she looks into your eyes.
>Honestly... you don't know how to respond. 
>So you just say the first thing that comes to mind.
"Is this a trick?"
>She just shakes her head
"No... master. No trick. I give you my word. There exists a spell, one of extreme power that only the bearer may cast"
>Her hoof begins to tremble
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"All pones posses it. Even Earth and Pegasus. Because it is not made through magic, but through their will."
>Ever so slowly her eyes water.
"Not many know of it, because the princesses banned written documentation. It is meant to be a show of love, but... but they feared the corruption it could bring as well."
>A tear falls and she looks away.
"But I know and I offer this to you in return for your help. It can never be undone and I can never be free. I will be yours... forever."
>Finally, as final show of pain her hoof retracts and she hugs it to her chest.
>The new offer hits you like brick to the head.
>This... goes beyond absolution.
>And you know in your heart, there will never be a better deal.
"And... what of your friends?"
>Twilight turns around after having seemingly steadied herself.
>She looks at you defiantly.
"They go free."
>Well. You were honestly just covering bases, you kind of expected that.
>But the next question, this is the one you really want to know the answer too.
"What about my crimes? What will become of me?"
>Twilight resolve melts once more.
"I... I don't know. Princess Celestia's wrath is legendary. But whatever happens, I'll help you. I'll help you escape and I'll stay by your side."
"And if we do ever get caught,.. I will endure her punishment with you."
>Your body all but falls into the chair.
>Odd, for some reason your muscles just stopped listening.
"That... That is a very interesting proposal Twilight. But how do I know you're going to make good on it once... IF, IF I take it."
>Her horn glows and after a few moments the light contorts itself into a band that encircles itself around her hood, spinning slowly.
"I, Twilight Sparkle do hereby swear an oath. If together we can bring about the fall of Nightmare Moon, I will perform the Binding Will ritual with you."
>The white band glows bright for a moment, then turns crimson red and stops all movement, locking into place.
>She holds her hoof out for you to see.
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>Without really thinking, you reach out to touch it.
>The moment you do, the red ring glows once more and light snakes forth, leaching onto your skin and encircling your wrist.
>It acts almost animalistically, like it's trying to find a comfortable spot to rest.
>But it can never seem to find one.
>Giving up, it settles into a random position and locks into place.
>You just stare at the piece.
"Don't touch it. It's a promise band. Even the youngest of fillies know about them. It's a strong form of promise magic. It isn't quite adequate enough for..."
>She sniffs and shakes a bit.
"For eternal servitude, since it can be be broken by strong outside magic. But it'll do for this."
>Even though she told you not too, you can't help but reach down to feel the band on your wrist.
>Just like Celestia's chains, you find it pliable and soft, as if it could be broken with the slightest tug.
"The magic lies in mine. Yours is just a receiver. But take it to anypone you trust and they should be able to read the promise inscribed into it. Then you'll know I'm telling the truth."
>You quickly take your hand off the band, worried you might brush it wrong and break it by accident.
>Instead, you look at Twilight.
>She's smiling sadly.
"I really mean it master. I finally understand what I have to do to. That's what being an element means, sacrifice. I have to sacrifice everything just like Celestia does. And I do so gladly if it will save everypone."
>Sacrifice like Celestia... right.
>If only you could show her the selfish nature of her leader when she's trying to be so altruistic.
>It would ruin her.
>Absolutely ruin her.
>You look down at the band around your wrist again.
>Though she's doing a good job at that all by herself.
>You...
>Just need to think for a moment.
"Twilight, I'm going to... go for a second. Stay out of trouble while I'm gone and if Nightmare Moon comes, I want you to at least -pretend- that you're submissive, alright?
>She nods.
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"Master... Before you go. I want you to know that I know in my heart we're making the right choice. I did what I had to. You will too. You'll see..."
>Her legs flatten beneath her like jelly and she takes the opportunity to curl into a ball slightly.
"Come back soon... please. We'll save Equestria together and then... then we can begin our new life together."
>You just nod and leave the room.
>In the hallway you can't help but stare at the band around your wrist.
>Can it be true?
>It has to be, right?
>If Twilight knows it's a simple matter of checking the legitimacy, then she wouldn't haven bothered to try and fool you.
>So it has to be true.
>Of course, you'll check it just to be sure but still...
>What an interesting offering.
>She's giving you the chance to be the hero AND retain villainous spoils.
>What an interesting, interesting offer.
>...
>And had she made it just the tiniest bit earlier, you might have even taken her up on it.
>Maybe if Nightmare Moon had been just a little less incorporating.
>Maybe if you could have the buffet instead of just one apple...
>But Twilight wasn't, Nightmare Moon isn't, and you can't.
>See, you lied earlier when you said you spent 3 hours thinking of absolutely nothing but Twilight crying.
>You had to fill the time with something.
>The unceasing silence and boredom screamed for it.
>So you thought about Nightmare Moon.
>You thought about all she has done for you, all she has given.
>And how this one long streak of failure was the result of the simple act of lying to her.
>Allowing a pet to be murdered is still unacceptable, but you should not have to lie to stop it.
>You should have stood your ground, told her to stop, and explained the situation.
>Nightmare Moon is reasonable...
>Probably.
>And she's open to seeing reason...
>Probably.
>So before you can even begin to correct your failure, you have to start with the biggest of all.
>You have to tell Nightmare Moon the truth.
>And you're sure she'll forgive you.
>Probably
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>Unfortunately all courage drops out of your body as soon as you reach her door.
>And what's worse is the feeling reveals just how complacent you've grown around her.
>Only adding to the building pit in your stomach.
>It isn't exactly guilt or remorse, but rather a sense of loss.
>There was safety in having her favor. 
>Now you get to tell her that you took advantage of that.
>And you just know she's going to look at it like a betrayal.
>...
>Are you out of your fucking mind doing this?
>She is going to murder you.
>You look down at the bracelet clinging onto your skin for dear life.
>Every now and then it seems to dissipate slightly, only to snake its way back into position and reform itself anew.
>Twilight doesn't know you were thinking of betraying her.
>You could still take her up on her offer.
>The odds of her taking down Nightmare Moon has got to be better than what you're up against right now...
>Right?
>And that'll leave you with one pone slave, which is good enough...
>Right?
>Sigh.
>No. Not right.
>That'll never be enough for you and you know it.
>Sorry Twilight.
>The courage you were seekign finally finds you.
>So if you're going to do this, you have to do it now.
>While you have a momentary surge of courage.
>You sling open the door and burst in the room.
"My empress. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have -"
>Oh...
>She has company.
>Nightmare Moon never has company.
>This must be the emissary from the other land...
>Shit!
>Mistake after mistake after mistake today.
>What the Hell is wrong you?
>How did you get so focused on this that you forgot what Nightmare Moon explicitly stated she would be doing.
>And now you have two of the most regal, and frankly cruelest looking beings you've ever seen staring at you curiously.
>Well, you certainly can't back out now.
" - completed the finishing touches on the..."
>On the...
>The...
>The WHAT!?
"The device. My princess."
>You inwardly groan.
>That was honestly the best you could do?
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>Nightmare Moon cocks her to the side for a long - long moment before deciding to play along.
"Excellent beast. We thank you for your one of a kind contribution to our empire."
>Or hell, maybe she really does think there's a device.
>You honestly don't know.
>She lets her gaze linger on you for a few seconds before before turning back to her guest.
"Chrysalis, we would apologize for the interruption, but let us be honest. We are done here, are we not? We shall not raise the sun, no matter how much you threaten."
>She stands and bears her teeth.
"And if you make good on those threats to attack us, you will be obliterated. This we promise."
>You've never heard such a degrading tone come from such a regal voice, before.
>Chrysalis' wings begin to buzz as she stands as well, matching Nightmare Moon's intimidating stance.
"Then you're right false princess. We are done here. And the hive won't forget this. This WE promise."
>Though, here's the odd part.
>Her demeanor and tone certainly projects a threatening aura.
>But, is it your imagination or does she keep stealing glances at you?
>Not angry glances either.
>And when she leaves in a huff, was it an accident that she brushes against you firmly?
>You aren't given much time to think on it though.
>Right when the door closes, Nightmare Moon addresses you angrily.
"Beast! We give thou a lot of mobility in our castle. But we were in talks! Your device could not wait three minutes more!?"
>You nervously run your fingers through your hair.
>Great, you made her mad.
>This is going swimmingly already.
>Mistake after mistake after mistake...
"My princess, there is something I have to tell you that could not wait another minute."
>You bend down to one knee.
"I'm sorry, there is no device. I just didn't want you to look foolish in front of your guest. The truth is something a lot worse."
>You keep your head bowed submissively.
>Just as you would expect from your pets.
>So you can't see how she's taking it.
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>When she doesn't respond, you keep going.
"Empress Moon, please forgive me. I have... committed a grave sin against you. One of which I have great remorse. And it needs to be righted before I can even think straight."
>Seriously, your body is sweating now.
>Why is this the only thing you can think about?
"I never meant to betray you, but I understand if you take it that way."
>You keep your eyes directly on the floor.
>Watching the perfect marble floor, making sure it doesn't just get up and run away.
>It doesn't.
>When Nightmare Moon still doesn't respond, you figure she wants you to keep going.
"You asked me if Twilight Sparkle was fully trained and I said yes. That was a lie. The magic she used on me, wasn't me testing her powers, it was her trying to kill me. I haven't broken her yet."
>Silence still.
>Just don't look up...
>If you're going to die, you'd rather not see it coming.
"I explained once that I do not see death as an acceptable end. All pones can be broken. I truly believe this. Some just require a little more time than others. Twilight would have broken eventually. This I am sure. It will require time, but it will happen."
>Still silence...?
>You're almost out of things to say.
"But the way I went about making that known was wrong. I do not lie. I take command of my wants and I make them known. That is -"
>She interrupts.
"That is what separates you from the common filth of the world."
>You look up.
>She's smiling.
>It's a toothy, almost evil smile.
>But it's a smile.
"Oh our little monster, you do keep surprising us."
>Smiling is good right? Smiling doesn't mean a horrific death.
"We knew you would tell us the truth eventually, but we never would have expected you to do it this soon."
>Ah...
"You knew...?"
>She laughs.
"Of course we knew. We know everything that goes on in our castle."
"The maids, the guards, Octavia, your pets, why... right now a nurse thinks she's getting away with stealing medical supplies. She shall be punished shortly."
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>You... kind of gawk for a moment.
"Then... why did you let me? Why not call me on it the moment I did it?"
>She whips her tail back and forth as she walks over to you.
"You are ever the clever one. We figured you had your reasons."
>She pokes the bracelet you're wearing with her snout.
>The bracelet... you've completely forgotten about it up until this point.
"For instance: this. It is new is it not? If you betray us, Twilight has vowed to marry you?"
>You begin to speak but stop mid syllable.
>Marry?
"For the life of us, we cannot understand why you would have her make such a promise. But you must have your reasons. We trust that it'll bear fruit in time."
>Still stuck on that marriage part.
"So we merely figured we would give you a few days to see why thou lied to us. We never expected you to show such guilt over it..."
"Though we are flattered... more than we wish you to know."
>Married!?
"Nightmare Moon, sorry to interrupt. Can you go back to the part where Twilight promised to marry me?"
>She cocks a head.
"That's what the bracelet promises. If you bring about my fall, then Twilight Sparkle will perform the Binding Will ritual with you."
>You bob your head up and down.
"Yeah... Yeah. That's what happened alright. But... Ha. Sorry. This isn't really all that important to the plan, but can you explain the binding will ritual in depth for me?"
>She shrugs.
"It's an archaic form of marriage proposal. It's all symbolic of course. Marriage cannot exist with pain and submission and all that."
"Very romantic, but it can be dangerous at times. It's why we had it outlawed."
>It's official.
>Twilight is going to be even lower than Rarity.
>Honestly, you don't even know HOW to make that happen
>Oh but by God, you're sure you'll find a way.
"Thank You empress. That was very informative."
>She backs away from the band and stands tall.
"Of course. We are knowledgeable on many subjects after all. And we are always happy to share this information with you."
>You nod.
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>Silence once again falls over the two of you as you've exhausted everything that there is to say on the subject.
>You rub your neck looking for something to break the awkwardness.
>Fortunately there's a multitude of things available for that purpose now that you aren't having to grovel at her feet for forgiveness.
>Still, you pick one that should be safe enough.
>Making a formal apology for interrupting her discussion with Chrysalis.
>After all, it did seem to upset her earlier.
"And... about barging in here on your talks. I honestly don't know what came over me. I've been very out of sorts today. I really don't understand. I've done... several things so far that just aren't me. Well, they are... but they're not."
>Nightmare Moon laughs almost nervously.
"Ha~ About that, beast. We weren't all that truthful earlier, we're afraid. We did try to be understanding. Honestly, we did. But your lies did upset us just a bit..."
>Is... Is she blushing?
"We may have inadvertently cast a small spell on you in retaliation."
>She...
>Wait, what?
"You... What kind of spell... No. How. How first. I'm immune to magic. Or I'm supposed to be."
>You look down at the band of magic on your wrist, ever struggling to keep itself in place.
>A cloud of wisp erupts from Nightmare Moon's mane and envelops your being.
>Tickling you all over.
>Making a point you supose.
"We keep telling you beast. You aren't immune. Merely like oil and water. You can brush up against each other with ease, it's the mixing that won't do."
>When the cloud vanishes, so too has the redness of her cheeks.
"We were very limited in our arsenal. But we aren't completely helpless. Power is nothing unless you have the knowledge to wield it."
>She sounds almost proud again.
>You however feel as though one of very few great pillars supporting you has been knocked down.
"So... What type of spell?"
>That damn toothy smile again.
"It was nothing grand. We merely... amplified what you may have felt. We hoped for guilt But anger or regret worked too."
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>You feel your knees begin to wobble.
>Goodbye pillar. You will be missed.
"And what was so different about this particularly spell that allowed it to affect me."
>Nightmare Moon gives a small 'Hm.'
"Well, we find it rather difficult to explain to someone not versed in magic. So perhaps the best way is to just simply say: Things that affect you directly will never affect you. It is only through indirect touches that you be affected."
>That..
>Makes no sense.
>How the Hell is amplifying emotions indirect?
>And when you vocalize this question - a bit more respectfully of course - All Nightmare Moon can do is sigh.
"Monster. We do not think we will explain this to suit your knowledge of magics. So let us just say this: That is about as powerful as any magic will get on you. And it took an Alicorn to do it."
>You nod.
>Nothing else you can do.
>You just have to accept her word that-
>It suddenly springs on.
>She's the reason you lost control with Rarity!
>A glare takes root on your face, before you can stop it.
"I nearly killed a pet because of this! Two of them actually! And Twilight training is ruined. Who knows how long it'll take to fix!"
>For the first ever, Nightmare Moon recoils from your words.
>It's also the first time you have ever raised your voice.
>Something deep deep down inside you cursing you like a madman, but the flash anger is too great.
>And then...
>It isn't.
>Steadying herself, Nightmare Moon looks you over with remorse.
"Let us begin by removing that awful spell. We never meant for this to happen. So do please forgive us."
>Somehow, and you really aren't sure how, you feel a direct shift in power.
>You are now the one standing in judgement with cold eyes.
>And Nightmare Moon is the one apologizing.
>Out of all the different outcomes, this is not one you you would have predicted.
"We know we shouldn't have. But the lie -"
>You interrupt.
"Was stupid, but done to serve a bigger need at the time."
>She nods.
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>"We know. We... did feel bad about it later. It kind of just... happened as we were leaving."
>Her ears seem to fall flatter and flatter.
"We sent your maid to keep an eye on you..."
>Octavia...
>You really need to have a small talk with her.
>Just how much was her following Nightmare Moon's orders and how much was her own initiative, you wonder.
>That can wait, though.
>Right now:
"If you felt so bad, why not just come back and remove the spell?"
>Her ears shoot straight back up and she reinflates her body to its original position.
"We are much to proud for that!"
>She does however, give a small pout.
"But... we are sorry."
>You rub your temple, trying to force away a headache.
>Too many twists and turns today.
>Way way too many twists and turns.
"Princess. We both made a rash mistake. Forgive me for lying and I'll forgive you for this."
>She nods.
"We agree beast. It was a silly mistake on both of ours parts."
>You let out a chuckle.
>What a fucking day.
>Eying the chair Chrysalis was using, you raise an eybrow.
"Nightmare Moon. It just now occurs to me, that we haven't really been able to talk."
>You gesture to the other seat.
"If you aren't busy. I would really enjoy getting to know you a little better."
>Her eyes instantly light up and she can't suppress a smile.
"That would be okay... we suppose."
>And she all but skips over to the chair.
"What would thou like to know?"
>You want to chuckle at the display, but decide against it.
>So the two of you end up spending several hours talking about nothing in particular.
>And oddly enough, you find she's actually pretty decent company.
>When you bid her goodnight, you even notice a hint of sadness on her face.
>It makes you glad to know that your leaving caused it.
>...
>Well, you are who you are after all.
"Goodnight Empress Moon. I'm glad we got talk."
>She nods.
"And you as well beast. Do you wish us to send you to our sister this night?"
>You shake your head.
"No. I have to make amends to one of my pets tonight."
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>Nightmare Moon shrugs ever so slightly.
"As thou wishes. We have said that we trust you and we do."
>She pauses briefly before looking away and pawing at the ground with a hoof.
"And *ahem* if thou ever needs anything from us..."
>Her pitch black cheeks betray their dark nature and begin to tint red.
"What we mean is: we wouldn't be opposed..."
>Bright bright red.
"... to ..." 
She stomps a hoof and looks up.
"replacing that wretched slave if she's too broken!"
>When the last word leaves her mouth, the door immediately slams shut.
>Leaving you staring at nothing but ornate wood.
>Well... alright then.
>You really pride yourself on being able to read others.
>But honestly? Only a complete moron could misread that.
>Nightmare Moon, a being of unimaginable power, a pone who ripped apart a kingdom because she felt lonely, a monster who murders and tortures without remorse...
>Has a crush on you.
>How very interesting your life has become.
>Ha~
>So very very intersting.
>Ha Ha~
>Fuck. You really feel like laughing now.
>You were just so scared earlier, thinking she was honestly going to murder you.
>And now you're leaving her company after having such a pleasant evening.
>Ending with her being too bashful to ask you to visit again.
>Why were you scared again? You're like a king here.
>Actually, that's exactly what you are.
>You are the king on this chessboard.
>This latest incident only serves to prove that.
>It's just too funny.
>It's just too cute.
>It's just too...
>Well, anyway. The idea leaves you with a smile.
>One that only holds with you as walk the corridors back to your room.
>Because as you open the door and behold the sight, you have a small revelation.
>The King is not the most power piece on the board.
>The Queen is.
>And while the King gets protected, what of his pawns?
>What can the King do to protect them when they're in need?
>Simple.
>Nothing...
>There is nothing the King can do.
>He has to ask the Queen to save them.
"Rarity..."
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>Her name slips out of your mouth before you can stop it.
>Because there she is, cowering beside your bed, covered from head to toe in silken bandages.
>And the parts of her that are visible? 
>A black eye, a busted lip, a black and blue flank...
>They all scream 'someone hurt me.'
>Bad.
>And you have a sneaking suspicion that you know who that someone was...
>Yet:
>Despite all that, she still tries to stand and greet you.
>Only to have her hooves to collapse under her.
>So she tries again.
>And again fails.
>Desperate, she pushes herself up a third time with as much force as she can muster.
>But all she manages to do is collapse into a pile of white fur, a bit of red staining the purity of her bandages.
>Shit.
"Stop. You're just opening your wounds."
>Tears begin to leak from her eyes as she begins to wiggle her way to your direction.
"Please don't be mad master! Please! I'm coming to greet you. Just like you taught me!"
>You bite your cheek at the pathetic sight.
"Rarity. I said stop."
>She begins to cry out in pure desperation now as she violently pulls her body forward with her front two hooves.
"PLEASE! I'M SORRY. I'M COMING. PLEASE!"
>With an exasperated sigh, you meet her halfway, and let her grab hold of your leg.
"I'm here master! I made it. My hooves are being stupid, but I don't care! I'm here. There's no need for punishment. There's no need for..."
>She breaks down completely now, sobbing into your pants while clinging onto you for dear life.
"I ma~de it. I made i~t master. Please *sob.* "
>And all you can think about is...
>Does a King ever feel remorse when a pawn gets sacrificed?
>Tsk, fuck introspection.
>Suddenly, the scene happening below is much less interesting than you'd like.
>And your eyes try to find something, anything else to focus on.
>Though all you manage to find is the small trail of red leading from Rarity's original position by your bed to her current position at your feet.
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>So you follow it.
>The mental exercise of tracing the red dots back to their origin provides a nice distraction.
>Until you notice where they stop.
>Right by your bed.
>And there's something odd about it.
>It's something small that's easy to overlook...
>Unless you know the deeper connotations behind it.
>Because there seems to be some very plush and fluffy blankets made available.
>They're haphazardly pushed away to one side.
>Away from her spot.
>You bend down and embrace Rarity.
"Why were you lying on the floor instead of the blankets I had provided?"
>Out of everything you could have asked, why this particular question?
>Well, you honestly don't know.
>Things are kind of fucked right now and it seems like as good as place as any to start.
>Rarity stiffens in your embrace, but surprisingly her cries quieten.
>They don't stop fully, but she isn't wailing anymore.
"My *hic* my place is on the floor."
>You rub her mane.
"How long have you been lying here?"
>She sniffs and her body begins to relax.
"I-I *sniff * I don't know. Time is hard to tell sometimes. *hic* An hour?"
>You hand trails done her backside and (while carefully avoiding the really bad spots) you caress her battered flesh.
>She's been laying on the floor for an hour while waiting for your arrival.
>Then she reopened the wounds (that you gave her) trying to do some insignificant task she thought would please you.
"Rarity..."
>She clings tighter signalling that she hears you.
"I won't apologize for doing this."
>Any progress in calming her seems to have been lost in that one phrase.
>And the uncontrollable shaking is definitely new.
"I won't apologize for doing this. And chances are, I'll do it again. In fact I know I will."
>She would register on a richter scale at this point.
"I will hurt you and I will abuse you. You were a 'lady' when you came to me, and I took that away. Now you are merely defined as 'mine.'"
>There's wetness where she rests her head.
>She must have started crying again.
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>Big, flowing tears.
>Big, wet, flowing tears.
>Big, wet, flowing, SILENT tears.
>All at once her body slumps into your embrace and she gives herself over to you completely.
>Like all the fight, if there was any left at all, has left her body.
>A ragdoll would have more stability than she does at this point.
>...
>Perfect.
>You strengthen your grip, making sure she can feel the strength of your hold.
>You are now the only thing keeping her upright, and you want her to know it.
>Her rock and pillar.
>An alter at which she can worship.
"And since you're mine I can do with you whatever I please. I can..."
>You lift her and gently carry her to the bed.
>Setting her down softly and thanking whatever counts as a God around here that she is much lighter than Applejack.
"Beat you."
>You strip, crawl on top of her, and crack your knuckles, taking pleasure in the very noticeable flinch it induces.
"Exploit you."
>Then you place you hands on her and very very lightly trace the frame of her body.
"Play with you."
>Every bump and bandage you touch causes her to shiver and shake even more beneath you.
"Desecrate you."
>When you've traced the fullness of her body, you bend down and kiss her lightly on the lips.
>Letting your frame look over her menacingly when you break it.
>And then...
>Nothing.
>You do absolutely nothing.
>Nothing but maneuver into a more comfortable position and pull the injured pone close.
>Careful not to be too forceful.
>A gentle coaxing is all it takes to get her into place.
"Are you comfortable?"
>She blinks, tears lessened but still freely flowing.
>After a few seconds she just kind of nods unsuredly.
"Good. If your wounds begin to hurt I want you to tell me immediately. Understood?"
>Again, a tiny nod.
>Though this time it's followed by a small squeaky voice.
"Th-They gave me something a-at the infirmary. I... I can't really feel all that much ri-right now."
>You nod absentmindedly and rub her fur.
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>You lock your eyes onto her, making her feel as though she's the only thing you care about at the moment.
>Because she is.
>And as time ticks on and you continue your loving caresses, her guard begins to drop.
>She even snuggles into you a bit.
>Duality.
>It must be easy to forget about how horrible you can be when you touch her so affectionately for so long.
"Stockades."
>Time to make sure she remembers.
>Silence has fallen for so long, the sound of you speaking startles her a bit.
>And she looks at you with confusion.
"Stockades master?"
>You move your hand to her collar and massage the flesh underneath.
"Yes. A stockade. For that pretty little neck of yours. Right in the center of town."
>Her eyes dilate as she remembers the situation she's in.
>How hard she must have tried to forget.
"Yeah. I like that idea. We'll go out, spoil you, give you everything you could want..."
>You have to forcefully hold your fingers back from clenching around her throat.
"And I'll lock you in a stockade in the middle of town and have my way with you for all to see."
>Her eyes widen and her face reddens.
"Only me though. I wouldn't dare let the others touch you. I'm the only one who can defile you."
>The look on her face says she has no idea how to take what you're saying.
"I'll have them set up one for us. We'll construct it in the middle of the night and let them wonder for weeks what it's for."
>You give her a smirk.
"And then well show them. We'll show them everything."
>Finally, it seems she's come to a decision on how she feels about that idea.
>She doesn't like it.
>Shrinking back, she tries to pull away from you slightly.
>Biting your cheek, you hold your anger in.
"Rarity. We were having a nice moment. Surely you don't want to ruin it."
>Immediately she stops.
>And after a brief moment of though, returns to her original position.
>Though the warmth has noticeably decreased.
"Why... why are you doing this to me master? Please. Please just tell me why."
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"I did everything right.. *sniff* Everything."
>Your fingers take an ear between them and rub.
"Yes you did, pet. You're prefect. You caught on very quick. All that's left..."
>The urge to yank on soft, supple flesh is nearly too much.
>Still, you resist.
"Is for you to learn to enjoy the pain. The humiliation. The debasement."
>You wrap a protective arm around her.
"You're a popular mare. You may not be world famous, but you're known, right? Now just imagine all those people who know you, watching you humiliate yourself. Degrade yourself. Isn't it wonderful?"
>She lets out a small cry.
"No~"
"Yes. It'll take time Rarity. But you WILL learn to love it. You're already well on your way. I saw how you acted in front of your friends. You know it. I know it."
>You hug her frame closely.
"The sooner you give in pet, the easier it will be. Dancing, fucking, promenades, violations, pleasure, pain. You'll have it all."
>Sigh.
>You just couldn't resist.
>You feel remorse. You do.
>But in the end, love and cuddles just aren't for Rarity.
>Not by themselves anyway.
>And now that you've made your point.
>You are free to give her a lovely night.
>She won't be raped or abused or humiliated tonight.
>She'll just be Rarity.
>Your pet.
>You white ball of fluff who can anything she wants.
>(Not that she'll ask).
>And as you feel yourself drift off to sleep, the last thing that goes through your mind is how warm Rarity feels next to you.
>Clinging on to you for dear life.
>She must be lost in another fantasy.
>One where you're rich and noble and loving and would never do anything of the things you just promised her you'd do.
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"I did everything right.. *sniff* Everything."
>Your fingers take an ear between them and rub.
"All of it. All of it for you master. All it of so... I wouldn't have to be hurt again."
"Yes you did, pet. And you were prefect. You caught on very quick. All that's left..."
>The urge to yank on soft, supple flesh is nearly too much.
>Still, you resist.
>No physical pain tonight. No matter how much you want too.
"Is for you to learn to enjoy the pain. The humiliation. The debasement."
>Instead of a sharp yank, you wrap a protective arm around her.
"You're a popular mare. You may not be world famous, but you're known, right? Now just imagine all those people who know you, watching you humiliate yourself. Degrade yourself. Isn't it wonderful?"
>She lets out a small cry.
"No~"
"Yes. It'll take time Rarity. But you WILL learn to love it. You're already well on your way. I saw how you acted in front of your friends. You know it. I know it."
>You hug her frame closely.
"The sooner you give in pet, the easier it will be. Dancing, fucking, promenades, violations, pleasure, pain. You'll have it all."
>Sigh.
>You just couldn't resist.
>You feel remorse. You do.
>But in the end, love and cuddles just aren't for Rarity.
>Not by themselves anyway.
>And now that you've made your point.
>You are free to give her a lovely night.
>She won't be raped or abused or humiliated tonight.
>She'll just be Rarity.
>Your pet.
>You white ball of fluff who can anything she wants.
>(Not that she'll ask).
>And as you feel yourself drift off to sleep, the last thing that goes through your mind is how warm Rarity feels next to you.
>Clinging on to you for dear life.
>She must be lost in another fantasy.
>One where you're rich and noble and loving and would never do anything of the things you just promised her you'd do.
>Maybe you're on an island vocation.
>Or at some fancy gala watched by everypone.
>Wouldn't that be...
>Such fun...
>To...
>Corrupt...
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>Your eyes jerk open and you look around disoriented.
>A grand hall.
>Surrounded by many, many upper class pones in tuxes and ball gowns.
>What the Hell?
>Weren't you just in your bed?
>Ah! Your damn head.
>Why is everything so fuzzy.
>You were definitely in your bed right?
>...
>Yes.
>Yes, that's a fact.
>Rarity was there and you meant to give her a good night...
>But she was just so pathetic looking and so loyal and so cute.
>You couldn't help but too...
>And then you were cuddling and then you fell asleep.
>Asleep? Asleep with Rarity.
"Rarity..."
"DARLING! What are you waiting for!? Everypone's waiting for our lead. Let's dance!"
>Rarity suddenly appears and gives you a gleeful pout.
>Grabbing your hand with her hoof she refuses to wait another minute to begin the show.
>And so you're dragged into the middle of the room and where you begin a complicated dance move you shouldn't know.
>And yet perform with absolute perfection.
"Haha! You've been practicing darling! Just when do you find the time?"
>No sooner had you hit the dance floor before every other pone decided it was a fine time to dance too.
"And one and two and three and four and one and two and three and four. Marvelous darling!"
>Yes marvelous.
>Now why the fuck are you here!?
>Hell, do you even have to ask...
"Darling!," Rarity hisses quietly. "You nearly missed a step. The others are watching. Do be careful."
>Surely it involves a certain dream controlling empress who has a knack for interfering without warning.
"Darling!"
"Sorry dear"
>The more important question is: why the fuck are you playing along!?
>...
>Well, the answer to that one is simple.
>You're playing along because you're waiting to see how to play this out to your favor.
>Smiling, you perform a particularly complicated spin that gets applause.
>Always the opportunist after all, why waste such a gift?
>Now that you have your bearings, you're suddenly a lot less pissed about the situation.
>You have limitless potential here.
>Where to begin?
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"Ho~ney. You're falling behind again. What on Earth has ever gotten into you tonight!"
>Giving you a pouty look, Rarity jabs at your side more than just a little playfully.
>In fact it kind of hurts a little.
>She hit a tender spot with the pointy end of her hoof...
>You start to throw her an look of annoyance but forcefully stop yourself at the last moment.
>Gritting your teeth, you smile lovingly instead.
>Can't show annoyance now. It'll break your cover.
"Sorry once again dear. I'm just... stressed is all. Lots of things on my mind."
>All at once her look of annoyance shifts to one of empathy.
"Oh my goodness... It must really be something if it has you worried. I didn't realize dear."
>Her face holds a mask of pure concern now.
>All the while, the other dream ponies dance in a circle around you.
>Every now and then, one throws an odd look at the now stationary couple they're dancing around.
>Like something's out of place, but they just can't place it.
>Grabbing Rarity's hoof, you twirl her outward and bring her back in an elegant manner.
>Whoops. Things are stagnating. Time to move the scene forward.
"It's nothing dear. Tonight is your night. Let's not concentrate on my problems.
>The room bursts into another round of applause causing Rarity to giggle like a little schoolgirl.
>A blush creeps upon her white face.
"You do spoil me!"
>And dip.
>And kiss.
>Bringing her back up, you stare deeply into her eyes.
"Because you deserve it."
>She giggles again as the current song comes to an end and pones take their leave of the dance floor to mingle.
>And of course Rarity wastes no time in joining them.
>Obviously not wanting to be the last one left.
>Good.
>Like you said before. It's for the best to keep the scene moving.
>There has to be an opening soon.
>And already a Rarity has gathered a small crowd around her.
>Talking about designs and fashion and other such boring topics.
>And it goes on.
>And on.
>And...
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"Deadlines? No. There's no tricks to meeting them I'm afraid. Sometimes one simply has to grit their teeth and just do it."
>A distant voice laughs harshly.
"Yeah, you'd know all about that though, wouldn't you!?"
>The sudden shrillness of the voice sends a shiver down your spine while the others just laugh politely.
"Yeah. In fact... I'd say you've been gritting your teeth and 'doing it,' all the way to the top."
>The crowd laughs again, harder this time. And not just out of politeness.
"How else could can we explain a nothing like you making it this far?"
>Tears come to Rarity's eyes as the voice gets closer.
"And for the life of me, I do not understand what you are doing at our party. Seriously. Can somepone tell me who invited this trash?"
>Rarity is completely distressed now.
>What sounded like lame bantering to you must have affected her on a deeper level.
>Her wild eyes searches for a friendly for a friendly face among the crowd, but there's none to be found.
>The ponies who were once doting on her have all but turned their backs to her.
>Choosing instead to sneer and laugh.
>And while you aren't quite sure what's happening, you can guess it's nothing good.
>Certainly nothing beneficial to you.
>Taking a final look at Rarity's desperate form, you roll your eyes and let out a booming call.
"THAT IS MY..."
>Uh...
>Wait. You just realized you aren't quite sure what Rarity considers you in her fantasy.
>Her husband?
>Her master?
>Her boyfriend?
>That weird human that tags along but hasn't worked up the nerve to ask her out yet?
>...
"THAT IS RARITY YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT."
>Yeah. That works.
>You let your voice fall to a normal (or slightly above) pitch.
"And if you have something to say, I suggest you say it out in the open."
>You force a haughty laugh.
"Instead of hiding like a worm."
>That's a good insult right?
>You're afraid you're a bit out of touch on how elites insult each other.
>Judging by the crowd though, it seems to have won a few back over to your side.
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>And by that you mean everpone in the room as now adopted two colors.
>One black, sneering and laughing.
>One white, eyes alight with admiration.
>...
>Fucking dreams.
"Ohhh~ You have a friend with you tonight? How odd. I mean who would date YOU?"
"Want to know why they call her Rarity? Because it's a rarity for her to have a companion."
>A couple of Pegasus snicker, changing their coat from white to black.
>Seemingly pleased at the reaction, the disembodied voice grows closer.
"Hello Rarity's friend. You said you want me to come out? No can do mister. That's not how this works."
>A cold wind blows and a few more ponies shift their colors, sneering at your pet.
>She shrinks before them.
>One even throws a crystal glass at her, missing her by a few inches, but ruining her dress with the wine contained within.
>Tucking her head beneath her hooves, she begins to shake.
>And suddenly, you feel more than just a small amount of anger at whatever it is causing this.
>You're the only one who gets to cause that reaction from her.
"So how *does* this work," you call to the air.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she calls back.
>You shift your gaze around the room, looking for the source.
"Ha~ You won't be finding me out there."
>In your search, all you've managed to do is sum up that the room is almost entirely black.
>How annoying. It's not like any of this actually matters...
>But at the same time, you really, really don't want to give the voice the satisfaction.
>Digging into your pocket, you produce a rag with which you use to wipe away all the stains from her dress.
>Dream logic.
>A few ponies nod approvingly and switch their coats white.
>The voice lets out an annoyed "Hmph."
"Oh~ Rarity's friend is curious. Out of all the times I've done this, I can honestly say this is a first."
>You give Rarity a reassuring scratch behind her ear and throw the stained rag away, watching as it vanishes into nothingness.
"No matter. The little bitch'll get what's coming to her shortly."
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>The voice laughs.
"And we mean that literally. Tell us Rarity. Who did you fuck to get invited to this party? Mr. Rich? His wife? No. They're much too sophisticated for you. I bet you just fucked the guard to let you in."
>At that the whole hall bursts into laughter.
>One by one, the remaining white coats pop black.
>Until there is only one renaming.
>The voice lets out an annoyed grunt.
"Again~ There's always one hold out. Well, no matter. Crowd, I think it's time we show Rarity her true place don't you?"
>All the black coats nod in unison.
>The one remaining white still looks unsure though.
>Before you have to rebut, a stampede is upon you.
>And you're knocked to the ground while Rarity is grabbed up and hoisted above their heads.
>Ow...
>Well, it's not exactly like it hurts, but you have to admit, being in this position in a universe where you're omnipotent is rather humiliating.
>All to suddenly, the ponies currently walking on top of you are thrown carelessly to the side.
>And while you throw them an annoyed glance and brush you off, you've failed to notice that Rarity's been placed at the center of the room.
>Her cries of terror correct that though.
>All the while the disembodied voice can be heard laughing in the distance.
>And soon you find yourself seeing something that forces your mouth into a snarl.
>She's been placed in a stockade at the center of the room and is about to violated in front of your eyes.
>A line has already formed behind him, each pone patiently waiting their turn.
"Oh fuck no you don't. Nopone. AND I MEAN NOPONE! touches my fucking property without my permission!"
>Silence drops upon the room.
>And you find you have everyponies attention again.
>The stallion about to penetrate her eyes you fearfully as you walk to the stage.
>With a swift kick, you send him flying downwards from the elevated pillar.
>Turning, you address the crowd.
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"I'm sorry. I think I've been a bit unfair to you all."
>You reach into your pocket and pull out a key.
>And from there it requires little effort to remove your pet from the contraption.
>The voice hisses.
"Where the fuck~ did you get that? She's not supposed to be able to get free."
>You toss the key apathetically to the side and pet Rarity's head as she clings to your leg for dear life, sobbing all the while.
"See that's what I mean. I've been giving you the impression that you're in charge here. You are not."
>You smile pleasantly at the crowd.
"Let's get one thing straight. Rarity is MY fucktoy. Not yours."
>The voice draws nearer, nearer than it's ever been.
"And WHO... the FUCK... are YOU!?"
>You run your fingers through your hair, trying to present an aura of apathy to her words.
"Me? I'm the one running the show now."
>The voice is nearly screaming at this point.
"How dare you!? HOW DARE YOU!? You just show up to our party without an invitation and think you can-!"
"He's... He's my plus one."
>With a shaky stance, Rarity stands and speaks.
>Though she still stays intrusively close to you.
"Your~ what!?"
"My... My plus one. The invitation said I could invite somepone and I chose him."
>The voice howls in annoyance.
"That plus one was meant to be used for somepone disgusting. A clown or something! Somepone I can make fun of you for bringing. Not... HIM!"
>It's your turn to laugh.
"A clown? So that's what this is all about, you want her to invite you along. After all, I'm sure it's hard to fuck the guard into letting you in when you're just a voice without a body."
>The room explodes in a burst of white as laughter erupts.
>It isn't everypone, but damn if isn't close.
>Even Rarity is giggling.
>Time to nail the coffin closed.
>Turning, you address the crowd.
"Who's the host of this party?
>It takes a minute, but a lone stallion steps forth.
"That would be me Sir. A pleasure to make your acquittance."
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>To your surprise, you discover that it was the last pone to keep Rarity's colors.
>Huh, that probably holds some deeper meaning.
>But all in all, it really doesn't matter.
>You need him for one thing and one thing only.
"Sir. Might you extend an invitation to our guest so that we may at last meet her -"
>You glance at the air with annoyance.
"Whether she wants it or not."
>The stallion fiddles with his hooves for a moment, trying to decide.
>Meanwhile the voice laughs
"Oh please~ Is that really your plan? Ha. How droll! He would never dare-"
"P-Please. Invite her."
>For the second time, Rarity interrupts the voice to make her own speech heard.
>The stallion looks between you for a moment before regarding Rarity.
"Are you sure? Is that really what you want? Do you really think you can face... her?"
>Nodding, Rarity turns her eyes on you.
"Yes. I'm sure. With master here. I can think I can."
>Wait...
>Master?
>You aren't the only one to catch the wording either.
>Desperate, the voice latches onto the word and tries to twist and convert it into something to win the crowd back to her side.
>There are no takers.
>Everponies too in awe of the moment.
"Come on! Nopone finds that funny! She called him -"
>An invitation floats from the stallion hands into Rarity's and with a giant poof, another presence joins you on the podium.
" - master! ... AAAAH!"
>Standing right behind you, she shrieks with sudden realization.
>With a triumphant smile, you turn to face your nemesis.
>You'd be lying if you said you weren't the least bit curious by this point who Rarity was so terrified of.
>...
>Oh you have got to be kidding.
>Seriously?
>You throw Rarity a look of annoyance.
>One she misses completely.
>As she's too busy cowering in fear at the sight of...
>Herself.
>There, standing before you, is Rarity's doppleganger.
>Identical in every way, right down to the jewels on their dresses.
>Fucking. Dreams.
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>Shooting Rarity another glance, you shake your head in exasperation.
>Honestly you don't even really know what you were expecting.
>Undoubtedly there is some freudian type symbolism going on here.
>But still...
>You can't help but feel the whole thing is a bit of a letdown.
>With a sigh, you greet Rarity #2.
"Hello there. Pleasure to finally meet you. So it's you who's been causing my pet all this trouble."
>Bearing her teeth, Rarity #2 tries her best to stare you down.
>Though now that she's exposed, you notice she's actually not that intimidating.
>She's actually quaking a bit.
>Quite a lot actually.
"Darling~ You... You picked the wrong pone to mess with! You t-think you've won? Ha~ Hardly. I've owned this bitch for years now and I won't let her go without a fight."
>And while she's trying her best to sound tough, even her voice is cracking.
>Pity, this is supposed to be her big comeback speech.
>As a villain, you really can't afford to mess something like that up.
>You'll just have to show her how it's done.
"A fight? 'Darling,' we aren't going to fight. There's no need. I've already won."
>You step aside and give her a view of the gallery.
>A view a hundred white coated pones.
>All in support of you.
>And in thunderous unison, they stomp their hooves and yell one name.
"Rarity!"
>Rarity #1 looks up and scans the crowd, fear being replaced by mild trepidation.
"Rarity!"
>Mild trepidation being replaced by cautious optimism.
"RARITY!"
>Cautious optimism being replaced by actual confidence.
>Until she stands proudly at your side, staring down her evil self.
"Ha... Ha ha. Hahaha! All these years... All the humiliation I suffered at your hooves... Is it really over. Am I really free?"
>Well...
>She's certainly free from her.
>...
>Ahem.
>You scratch her ear causing her to look in your direction.
>But she doesn't get the hint.
>Instead her eyes are filled with firey determination.
>And she says something you never though you'd hear coming from Rarity's lips.
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"Can we make her suffer?"
>You blink at the words.
>Isn't she the element of generosity?
>Doesn't generosity forgive at times like this? Or is that just kindness?
>Hell does it even matter?
>You suppose even the kindness individual craves revenge against being tormented for years.
>...
>The irony is still not lost on you.
>Anyway, back to the situation at hand.
>Deciding this will probably be the only way you'll get to have any fun tonight, you play along.
>And nod.
"Yeah Rarity. Let's make her suffer. Just like she did to you. And I know just how we can accomplish that."
>You turn to address the crowd one final time.
"My fellows. I believe I interrupted your entertainment earlier. How about I offer an alternative?"
>You turn and give Rarity #2 a sinister grin.
>And it's at that moment she realizes what you mean.
>She begins to back away from you.
"No. Nonono. You cannot be serious. This cannot be happening. Not to me."
>Nodding, you give her a fake sympathetic smile.
"Oh, but I'm afraid it is. To the winner goes the spoils. To the loser... well they get spoiled."
>You laugh as a multitude of stallions rush the stage grabbing at the fake Rarity and placing her into the stockade.
>The stallion you first interrupted is once again first in line.
>His long cock begins to unsheathe and he wastes no time in placing it at the tip of her hole.
>But before he enters, he hesitates looking at you for approval.
>You hesitate ever so slightly, checking on how your pet is taking this.
>Surprisingly well.
>She's giggles like a madmare.
>Giggling at the prospect of watching her identical form about to get publicly gang raped.
>Hm.
>You nod and thrusts himself inside, a look of ecstasy overtaking his face.
"AAAA~I~EEEE!"
>She screams in pain as he forces himself deeper and deeper.
>Howling as he pulls out.
>Pleading as he thrusts back in.
>And finally sobbing quietly to herself as he works up a frantic thrusting motion.
>After several minutes, he grunts and releases himself inside.
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>But she isn't given any time to rest.
>Another stallion quickly takes his place behind her.
>Though this time, the previous occupant has left some lubrication so that it isn't so difficult to penetrate her small frame.
>The blessing seems to be lost on the white mare though.
>As she seems to want to do is cry and struggle in a vain attempt to free herself form the wooden shackles.
>It doesn't work and soon the second stallion nears his completion.
>Unlike the first one though, he chooses to pull out and release her on her back.
>Letting the milky white fluid drip down into her asshole, filling up the small crevice before cascading down onto the floor.
>And soon stallion number three is in position and thrusting away.
>Realizing crying and struggling is getting her nowhere, Rarity #2 begins to verbally plead.
>You rationalize the reason it took her so long is because she was trying to be strong willed.
>Makes as much sense as anything.
>But even the strongest will seems to break under the type of duress she's enduring.
"Please. P-Please stop *sob.* Make them stop. Make them stop! Mercy. Mercy!"
>Feeling a shift beside you, you take a look at your companion.
>Her eyes are glowing red.
"You DARE ask for mercy! You... You... How many times did I ask YOU to stop? How many times did I plead with you!?"
>The bound mare replies frantically.
"I know! I - I'm so sorry. Please. I realize now. I realize what I was doing to you. I've *grunt* learned my lesson. So please... Make them stop!"
>Rarity's eyes begin to soften at her words.
>The fire dying.
>Pity taking its place.
>Ha, nope. Sorry. Time for you to intervene.
"You've learned your lesson? Liar. Because there's no lesson to be learned here. There is only this: I am in charge now. You aren't."
>You rub your real pet's coat and draw her attention to you.
"Enjoy it Rarity. Enjoy your moment."
>Enjoy watching yourself get degraded and used like a common whore.
>Rarity's eyes soften and she nods.
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>After the tenth or so stallion, they've began experiment with different positions.
>One may take her mouth while another does her ass.
>One rubs himself against her hoof in what can only be called a forced hoofjob.
>And one simply jacks off onto her horn, defiling it.
>She still thrashes about, but she's long since given up on pleading.
>Opting instead for quiet sobs.
>All the while Rarity watches, transfixed.
>And as the stallions get bolder and bolder, sullying her in grander and more eclipsing ways, you notice the slightest hint of arousal from her.
>A soft pant here.
>A moan there.
>The smell of sex feels the air and most of the mare's in the room have begun masturbating furiously.
>In fact the sole entitles holding out are Rarity and yourself.
>Though... if you're being honest.
>You might have had something to do with that.
>Omnipotent powers and all that.
>The entire party is an orgy now with fake Rarity at the center of it all.
>And the mood isn't lost on your pet.
>It's really starting to take it's toll now.
>As a stallion begins to take delight in turning her ass a rosy shade of red while others laugh, her breathing becomes full on ragged.
>With a shaky hoof, she reaches out and pulls on your shirt sleeve.
>Smiling inwardly, you glance down stoically.
"Yes pet?"
"M-Master. I... I can't take it anymore. Lets go somewhere and... and..."
>A bright red blush overtakes her face.
"And what pet? Say what you want."
>She glances around at all the pones not paying attention to her before saying what she wants to say.
"Please... Will you... Have... sex with me?"
>You keep the stoic glance and shake your head.
"In private pet? How boring. We have a show going on here. It would be rude to leave."
>A small whimper escapes her lips.
"P-Please. It's so... hot... down there. I'm going mad."
>Turning your attention back to Rarity #2 - who is sobbing as a four stallions use her at the same time - you speak.
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"I'm not leaving Rarity. If you want to have sex, then we'll do it here."
>She lets out a small squeak."
"H-here. But the others will see. P-please let's go somewhere private."
>Still without looking, you shake your head.
"It's here or nowhere."
>She lets out another small whimper as her hooves trail downward to her moist hole.
>Feeling her wetness, she tries to come to terms with the duality of what she wants.
>You try to imagine the conversation she's having.
>Something along the lines of:
>If we do it now am I empowered because it's on my terms or is it the same as before, merely with a different circumstance."
>Well, whatever thought process she has, it's taking her a while.
>A small puddle has begun to accumulate under her.
"A-Alright."
>You break your gaze from Rarity # 2 and refocus it on your pet.
"Good girl."
>Standing you walk over to the podium, right in front of the Rarity that's being raped and signal for her to join you.
>She gasps.
"W-Wait. We aren't going to-"
"This is exactly what we're going to do. Where did you think I meant?"
>With a whimper, her ears flatten to her head."
"What about..."
>You interrupt her once again.
"It will be here or nowhere. If you'd like to change your mind, that's okay too."
>Biting her lip, it takes her a moment to consider the choices.
>Ultimately, her hornyness overtakes her and she finds herself inching closer to your position.
>When she reaches you, you waste no time in forcing her face to face with herself.
>Noting how the mare doesn't even have the energy to glare at either of you anymore.
>Pushing her tail out of the way, you reach down and feel the slickness of her winking pussy.
>It's begging to be penetrated.
>But that isn't enough.
>You want her to beg too.
"Ask for it Rarity. Ask for it in front of everypone. Beg for it."
>With a whimper, she's quick to oblige.
"Please... Please master. Give it to me. I want it. Please."
"Louder."
"Please master give it... I want it. I need it!"
"Louder."
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"PLEASE MASTER. FUCK ME!"
>Rarity, opens her eyes to find you cradling her broken frame in her arms.
>The bruised and broken body of the real world being a poor replacement to the one she had been using.
>And though it takes a few seconds, she realizes what she just shouted.
"Morning pet. Did you sleep well?"
>Drowsy and confused, she tries to shy away from the moment.
>But your arms hold her firm.
"Shhh, stop. You're going to reopen your wounds. Are you uncomfortable?"
>She blinks and tries to force her mind to focus.
"N-no. I'm not."
"Then rest. And I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch what you said earlier. Did you want something?"
>A red flush overtakes her face.
"N-n-n-no. I'm sorry. A dream. A weird dream is all it was."
>You rub her mane lovingly.
"A dream? Was it pleasant?"
>The flush deepens on her face.
"Yes actually. The best one I've had in quite a long while..."
>You smile.
"Good then."
>After a few seconds, she abandons whatever reserves she has and snuggles into your chest.
>And there you two stay for the remainder of the morning.
>Or at least until you hear a knock on your door.
>With a heavy sigh, you awkwardly maneuver yourself out of the bed without trying to bump against the injured Rarity.
>You're successful, but it isn't one of your most graceful moments.
>The knock raps again, this time louder.
"I'm coming. Hold your damn horses."
>Ha. Puns.
>You find your shirt and slip it on, but the other pieces seem to be alluding you.
>And the still the knock persists, practically banging down your door now.
>Shooting an glance of annoyance at the door, you decide to say fuck it.
>With just your shirt on, you go to greet the poor sap whose ass your about to chew for being a nuisance.
>Slinging the door open, you prepare a rather vicious insult.
>Only to discover a frantic Twilight Sparkle on the other end.
"We have to go. Now!"
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