Title:           The Way Part 5
Author:          ElephantInTheRoom
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First Edit:      Thursday 14th of January 2016 03:34:01 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 28th of January 2016 04:41:16 PM CDT

>Shower heads line the walls and an occasional drain patterns the floor. There are buckets spaced out between them, filled with soap and sponges.
>It looks like they're going to wash you all at once.
>Then it's off to “the floor”. Off to be sold.
>All these ponies together in a room, it's going to be at least a little crowded, a little confusing.
>And this door hardly looks all that sturdy...
>You're lead towards the back of the room, the chain of ponies following closely behind.
>As you reach the rear shower head your handler bends over you, loosening the noose and sliding it off of your neck before pinching the back of your head with his hand.
>The pressure behind your ears causes them to raise in alarm. You find yourself hesitant to move, your body seemingly refusing to respond. Your jaw opens and hangs daftly, it's like you're stuck in some sort of Vulcan death grip.
>The last pony files in and the door shuts behind her.
>Your handler releases you and you wiggle your jaw a bit. There's a moment of uncomfortable silence, then you feel his hand at your ear, turning your tag.
>”N-112 huh? Clyde's the name.”
>He's pointing at himself, it's clearly a self-assuring gesture. His voice is a little shaky and it cracks as he speaks.
>”Look, I don't feel all that great about doing this, why don't we both just agree to get this over with as quickly and painlessly as possible. Then you can do your thing and I can do mine.”
>What a little shit.
>You give a grunt in approval, hoping he wasn't expecting much else.
>His hands are fumbling at the collar around your neck.
>There's a click, it's like an immense weight being lifted off of you.
>You breath a deep sigh of relief.
>He turns a knob on the wall and a jet of cold water hits you in the face.
>You turn your head away, spraying water back out from between your teeth.
 
>The water is starting to warm up. You turn back into the stream, lowering your head and letting it fall on your neck and your mane.
>It actually doesn't feel half bad.
>Clyde takes a sponge to your back, pressing it into your coat and causing a trail of soapy water to run down your side.
>It feels absolutely heavenly.
>Never mind about being a little shit, Clyde is pretty okay in your book.
>He runs the sponge down your foreleg, all the way down to your hoof, scrubbing it front and back. Each little rub of the sponge feels like the feathers of an angel brushing against you. It's soft and warm and impossibly refreshing. You mouth hangs open and it's all you can do to prevent yourself from letting out a loud moan.
>You glance to the side and find blue eyes beside you, seemingly as entranced as you are.
>There's a tugging on your back and the sound of a buckle being unhinged.
>The belt around your torso. You'd barely even though of that.
>It's coming off.
>There's an alien sensation on your back, it feels almost like you've got arms, hands even, protruding from your spine.
>And dear lord does it feel good to stretch them.
>But... you're not trying to stretch them, are you?
>They're pressing outward, totally on their own, and they're doing it fast.
>You swear you can almost hear a snap as the lock in place, fully erect.
>Little droplets of water spray outward, flung from the tips of your feathers.
>Each and every nerve ending feels divine. The water slides between every one of your feathers, a pleasant, sunny sensation.
>You feel little fingers working diligently, tugging gently, straightening.
>He's preening you.
>It feels orgasmic.
>Did you say pretty okay? Clyde is actually your favorite person, ever.
>He's using the sponge again, that lovely splendid little sponge.
>Scrubbing your flanks, your rear legs.
>Scrubbing your inner thigh...
>You're spasming again.
 
>Did he notice? Did you want him to notice?
>Clyde is a man.
>You're a... you were a man.
>But... you're a mare now?
>This is still wrong.
>You thought you didn't even like Clyde.
>The water shuts off abruptly.
>You look around, Clyde is carrying the bucket towards the middle of the room, to one of the drains.
>You can't shake the vague sense of disappointment you feel.
>You didn't actually want that though, did you? Your body is just too sensitive, it's messing with your head.
>More importantly, it almost made you miss what was happening.
>This is your opportunity.
>The handlers are all finishing up with their respective ponies. There's a lot of noise, and a lot of movement.
>Your heart is chugging along like a freight train. Your hooves feel light and your legs sharp. You manage to pull in your wings and shoot a questioning glance toward blue eyes.
>She looks back at you, at first looking as if at absolute peace. Then she sees your posture, your face, your eyes.
>Her face scrunches in concern.
>There's no time to talk to her, you need to act now.
>You break into a brisk trot, headed across the room toward the door, still dripping wet.
>No one seems to notice and the door is only a few feet away from you.
>Your trot becomes a sprint. You pick up speed as your hooves clack hard against the ground.
>Someone must have heard that, it's too late to stop now though.
>You're inches from the door when it hits you. You hadn't really thought out how you were going to go about breaking this thing down. How did they do it in the movies? They just ran up and kicked the thing, right?
>Good luck with that, you're a horse.
>And the door is inches from your face.
>Oh well.
>You turn your head to the side, narrowly avoiding a concussion. Your shoulder slams into the lower end of the door, just below the handle.
>You rebound backwards.
>The door eases forward, slowly swinging open, the handle and lock hanging haphazardly off the side.
 
>If they didn't hear your desperate hoof beats on the ground they certainly heard that.
>But so did all the other ponies.
>The room explodes in confusion. Several of the handlers turn toward you, only to trip and fall on their faces from the slick ground.
>You shake your head, regaining your composure, and then you're off.
>Straight, left, another left, right.
>You're bolting down hallway after hallway, the sound of boots and the scampering of little hooves at your back.
>More corridors, you're taking every turn you find, hoping to lose your pursuers.
>Never mind that you're becoming hopelessly lost yourself, you can figure that out when you're sure they aren't behind you anymore.
>There's an open doorway to your left. The sound of pounding boots has faded, but there's still the distinctive patter of hooves. A single set of hooves.
>You risk a glance back.
>It's blue eyes, she ran with you!
>Your hooves are still wet and that glance just cost you your footing.
>You tumble forward as your fore hooves lock up, rolling onto your already bruised shoulder. You still haven't quite worked out how to move your wings properly yet and you roll over them quite painfully.
>Still, this was better news than you could have imagined. She came after you, she'll come with you.
>You work your way back up onto your hooves, turning towards your friend with a sigh a genuine relief.
>You can tell by her face, however, she's not relieved.
>Her lip is curled up to one side in a snarl, her brow furrowed.
>No no, she can't be upset, surely she...
>Her face is inches from yours, you swear you can almost see steam pouring from her nostrils.
>She reaches forward, grabbing your untagged ear between her teeth.
>You barely suppress a panicked yelp as she clamps down on it. Your mind is flooding, your body is sinking. Your hooves float on their own as she tugs you by the ear toward the open door.
 
>It's a broom closet.
>She releases your ear with a resentful huff. Working quickly she wraps a hoof around the far side of the door, swinging it shut.
>The closet is tiny, the two of you barely fit in it together. It's got a mop bucket, shelf, and assorted cleaning supplies. There's a single light on the ceiling, clearly on it's last leg, flickering on and off.
“What the hell is wrong with you? We need to go! We can't wait here! this might be our only chance!”
>You're half whispering, half-shouting. You just bought yourself and all of the others a shot at freedom and then this mare comes along all huffy and risks everything.
>”Our only chance at what? What is it you want so bad that you're willing to ruin everything to get it?”
>Blue eyes, on the other hand, isn't doing half anything. Her voice echos against the narrow walls and you tremble just a bit at the sound of it.
“Only chance at what? At being free! At not being sold into slavery! Are you insane? Don't you know what they were about to do to us?”
>Her eyes are wild.
>She's smiling.
>”They were about to sell us, they were about to send us to good homes. Homes where we were going to be loved, where we were going to be cared for.”
>She really is insane.
“You can't honestly believe that, after everything that's happened! These people don't care about us, they don't care where we go. They're selling us for fucks sake, we're animals, we're property to them. Do you think they'd honestly care who they're selling us to?”
>”So what if they don't care? Where else would you go? Do you think you could ever live a normal life like this, as a little horse? Would you actually want to be changed back? To go back to a world where you have no place, where no one cares whether you live or die?”
 
>“Where every morning you wake up alone. Where every night you fall asleep desperately clinging to your pillow, hoping beyond hope that your next day isn't exactly the same as every day before it, only a little worse?”
>She presses forward into you, her shoulder against yours, then shoves you hard. Your shock stops you from getting a firm footing and you fall backwards, your wings splaying out on the ground beneath you.
>Her hooves land on your wings, pinning you flat on the floor. You can barely process what's going on. The muscles on your face are tightening up, the lump in your throat rising.
“B-blue eyes, p-p-please...”
>This is wrong. This isn't the blue eyes that you knew, it can't be.
>”Every day, just like the last one. Never moving forward, always losing something. A little bit older, a little bit sicker, one day closer to a cold, lonely death. That's not what I want to go back to... that's not what YOU want to go back to!”
>You're reaching up, trying to press against her with your forehooves, your rear hooves, anything you can muster. You only manage to elicit more pain from your wings as she pushes down more fiercely against you.
“Please, please j-just be quiet. We can t-t-talk through this. It's gonna be okay, someone will help...”
>”No one will help us, no one can, no one will. This is who we are now, and we're going to be happy. You're going to be happy. If you don't want to be on you're own I'll show you how to be, I'll make you.”
>The room around you suddenly seems surreal. The light continues to strobe on and off, the walls are the same, the feint sound of water sloshing about in the bucket. It's all still there, but it's distant.
>Your legs relax, your chest calms, your breathing slows. The muscles in your wings unwind and you can feel the pressure against them lessening.
 
>She leans in against you, pressing her muzzle against into your ear, whispering in a soft, sickeningly sweet tone.
>”You're going to beg them to come take you, to put you on display, to sell you...”
>Her teeth are on your ear again.
>Hard and firm, a sharp pain running across the sore extremity.
>Her mouth is wet, her breath warm and heavy. You can feel it all the way through your ear, almost like it was pouring into your brain, infecting you, shutting you down.
>Your marehood is winking, a thick trail of wetness creeping it's way down your flank.
>You don't actually want this, at least you believe you don't, but your head isn't working. Your body is reacting on its own and you can't stop it.
>She releases her grip on your ear.
>”...and you're going to love every second of it.”
>You release an exasperated pant as she adjusts herself above you. Her forehooves leave your wings and she turns, lowering her chest onto your belly.
>Little puffs of air assail you as she begins gingerly licking your folds, her smooth, silky tongue lapping up and down.
>Her rear legs wrap around your neck, tightening and pulling you forward.
>Your muzzle is inches from her slit and the air is warm and musky. You shudder as she continues to work at your nethers, teasing and toying with you.
>Your breathing is becoming erratic, your eyes unfocused. Every lick is an assault on your body, an attack on your will.
>Seemingly stirred on by your breath she pushes her tongue inward, flicking it against your clit.
>You let out a little cry and a moan, only to be silenced as she pushes herself backward onto you, capturing your muzzle with her marehood.
>You gasp, deeply breathing in her smell. The last remnants of your willpower crumble and you find yourself extending your tongue, lapping longingly at her velvety depths.
>She, in turn, redoubles her efforts, every flick of her tongue bringing your body more pleasure than you can ever remember feeling.
 
>Ecstasy is building up inside you, radiating outward from your nethers. You're so close to your finish that nothing else in the world could possibly matter.
>Her tongue stops.
>You hear footsteps outside the closet, they're on their way down the hallway.
>She leans forward, pulling herself away from your muzzle.
>”Now, you're going beg.”
>You let out a sad, sorrowful whimper, your legs quivering. You know what's coming.
>”No, not for me to finish. You're going to beg for them to find you, to take you. You're going to beg them to put you up on that floor and sell you. You're going to beg them to let you find a good home, with a loving owner. And then you're going to cum for me.”
>You knew her words before they left her mouth.
>You also knew that you were already beyond saving.
>A playful lap of her tongue brings you out of your thoughts and back to reality.
“I... I'm in here!”
>You're shouting, every sensible voice in your head long since silenced.
“P-please, I'm here, please take me! I want this, I want to be sold, I want an owner, I want to be taken home, please! I'm sorry!”
>Her muzzle is back inside you in an instant, her tongue assaulting your clit. Instantly you're back at the edge, then right over it.
>You cum harder than you ever had before. You can feel yourself winking around blue eyes' muzzle, spurt after spurt of your fluids drenching her face. Still, she doesn't stop.
>The door to the closet bursts open. There are several men standing there, their faces alight with puzzlement, but you barely notice.
>The room is getting dark around you, your whimpers and wheezes the only sounds you hear as everything else fades away.