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DAY 5
 
>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.
>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.
"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.
>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.
>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?"
>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?"
>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.
>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.
"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."
>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 Twilight?"
>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.
"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.
>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."
>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."
>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.
>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.
>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.
>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 Rainbow."
>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?
>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.
>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.
"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.
"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."
>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.
>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 horny\u\iness 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...
>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.
>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.
>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.
>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.
>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."
>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.
>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
>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.
>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.
>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...
>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.
"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 intact..."
>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.
>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!"
>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.
>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.
>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.
>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.
>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!"
>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.
>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."
"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.
>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!
>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.
>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
>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"
>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.
>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."
"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
>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.
>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
>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.
>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
"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."
>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."
"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."
"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."
>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.
"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.
>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.
>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.
"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.
>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.
"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?"
"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.
>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.
>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.
>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 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.
>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.
>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.
"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.