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DAY 1
 
>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?
>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?
>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.
>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.
>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.
"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.
>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.
"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.