“Master,” I whispered in his ear. He groaned a little. “Master, wake up.” He tried to stretched, but realized he couldn’t. He opened his eyes, looking first at his forelegs; upon seeing them tied to the bed, he looked around.

“MMM!” He yelled, realizing that he had a gag in his mouth. He was on his back, legs spread open wide, showing everything.

“What’s wrong, Master.” I asked licking his stallionhood’s sheath. “I thought you would like it.” I took out his gag.

“Scootaloo, let me go right now!” He scolded.

“But Master, we’ve only just started.” I put the gag back.

“MMM!” I moved back while using the cream on his plot. This caused him to struggle, but it was pointless. I had learned to tie ropes from Applejack. I poured the cherry liquid onto the double header, which had a condom on it. “MMMMM!” He yelled as I grinned.

“But Master I want to show you so much pleasure. It’ll feel wonderful.” His horn lit up, making me frown as his gag came out.

“Sorry; one second.” A glass of water flew out of the bathroom, and he took a drink, making me groan.

“No! You just have to ruin everything, don’t you?!” I snapped, and he put the water to the side as he rolled his eyes.

“Then untie me.” I shoved the gag back into his mouth.

“Shut up!” I shouted at him.

“Mmm.” I slid into him, feeling his inside grip around the toy. The double header twisted slightly, making me moan at the pleasure. He struggled a little, but I had made sure I used plenty of lubricant on him so it didn’t hurt.

I started to thrust a little harder and he somehow made the harness come lose and twist my insides wonderfully causing me to moan. He noticed and got hard a little too easily. Then after just a minute or two, he started to enjoy it.

My tongue extended out of my mouth and licked up his member. It had a salty vanilla pudding taste to it, as if he had soaked it. I giggled in glee at the delicious taste, wrapping my tongue around his tip and sliding around it like a blade. He moaned as my tongue slid along his little hole. He cringed as I started kissing his base and licking going along a nice long vein, which run up his entire member.

His body tensed as I thrusted deep, making him thrust up into my mouth. I pushed down my throat while sliding it along my tongue. He moaned while looking up at me. I started to suck, using a considerable amount more suction than normal and surprising him a little, making him moan. He tried to pull, but it only made me thrust harder.

“About to finish so soon, Master?” I asked with him still in my mouth as he got to the edge, making him shift a little. I took off the double header, leaving it in him and moved going onto his member.

The pleasure of just going onto him made me finish soaking him. He then finished as well, pouring inside me, and he grunted a little. I smiled as the odd feeling made me warm, not sick. Oh, this was what older mares must feel to be finished inside, not a sickening disgust that makes you want to rip your skin off.

“MMM!” I got off him and went to him, sliding my mare-hood onto his chest and wiping his seed on a long line across his belly up to his upper chest. A metal feeling washed over me like I was moving along a furry pole. I took out his gag. “Scootaloo, release me, or I'll whip you.” I bit my lip rubbing on him.

“Empty promises Master.” I said grinning as I lay on his chest relaxing. I lay down for a while smiling.

“Can I take a shower?” I kissed him. He frowned a little, tasting himself; I had made sure his own musk went down his throat. He should enjoy his own taste. I know I do. I stopped and undid his ropes.

“Master, dear Master, you need to spank me.” He thought for a minute pulling out the double header and throwing the condom away. He then threw the double header back into the box using his magic.

“We’re taking a shower, and you have school.” I groaned a little and sighed. We went into the bathroom, and he held me close in the shower, making me smile. I pushed him against the wall and looked down. He wasn’t hard, making me frown. He had a glimmer of fear in his eyes that made me smile. If he couldn’t hurt me, then he couldn’t have control, I would need to extort this for as long as possible.

“Master, when I get home, let’s have more fun.”

“It’s Wednesday, right?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Oh, I have a meeting. I won’t be home for a while, maybe a hour or two after school. You aren’t to hurt yourself, is that clear?”

“Yes Master.” I said sadly.

“Oh wow.” I paused. “Your feathers are already starting to grow back.” I looked at them while taking off the bandages. Overnight, I had somehow grown new feathers. They were still small, but they were there, all of them. Not only that, but my wings had grown a lot bigger than before. When my feathers grew back, I would be able to fly faster, further, and better than before.

“That’s wonderful. Oh, how did you like my pillow Master?” He sighed.

“It was really comfortable, actually. I love your pillow.” I smiled and kissed him. He pulled me close to him, and we kissed for a short while. “I love you, Scootaloo.”

“I love you so much, Master.” He smiled. We got out, and I got dressed. I went downstairs. Sethi gave me a check-up, making me drink more of the nasty liquid. Then she gave me more pills to eat which didn’t go down well.

“Alright, well, I’m off.” Master said fixing his tie. I looked at Sethi, who was ogling him a little. I made her look at me with my hoof and I kissed her, surprising both of them. I jumped and pinned her down nicely. I was stronger than I realized, or I was pushing my limits and couldn’t feel my body telling me to stop.

“Stop.” Sethi said as I forced her to kiss me. I started to go lower. “Please, stop her right now!”

“Stop.” Master said, and I sighed. She got out from under me, flustered and blushing. “No doing that to her, is that clear?”

“Fine.” I groaned. “Just take everything fun away, don’t you?” He left a little quickly without another word, and I grit my teeth a little. I looked at her and frowned. “If I ever catch you looking at my Master like that again, I'll kill you.” She swallowed a little scared. “Or, better yet, I can think of something better than death.”

I got off the sofa and I smiled, seeing my scooter against the wall by the door. I grabbed it and went outside. I fluttered my wings a little. By the rate they were growing, it would take me at least two days for them to grow fully. It would take by the end of school today for me to be able to propel myself using my wings.

It felt weird using my hoof to propel myself, but I had done that before so it wasn’t a new feeling. I moved faster than I thought. I could easily match my normal speed, allowing me to flip off a large rock going over a pony with a cart. I got to Rarity’s house and went inside.

“Sweetie Belle, do you know where my special needle went?” Rarity called from upstairs, and I looked at Sweetie Belle as she walked into the room.

“Ah, no.” She looked at me and paused, I frowned. “Sco—” She couldn’t finish as I punched her, sending her rolling into the wall hard. She got up and felt her nose, realizing it was bleeding. She looked at me as I went over to her. She started to cry. I smiled, grabbing her and bringing her close to my face.

“You and your little friends ever try that again, and I'll beat you all so badly that not even your mothers will know who you are.” She swallowed, crying. I slapped her. “Is that clear?!”

“Yes!” She cried.

“Make yourself presentable, and if you tell anyone…” I grinned, chuckling. “Well, I think you get the idea.” I let go of her, and she fell back. She quickly got up and ran off scared. A strange feeling washed over me. It was good to be in control—to be able to hurt others and feel good myself. Master had it right. I just didn’t understand at first. He wasn’t a monster; he was a genius!

I went upstairs. Rarity was looking through a drawer. I went behind her and slapped her on the flank, making her jump onto the dresser she was looking through. She looked at me shocked as I giggled.

“Scootaloo, don’t do that! You scared me.”

“I know.” Her face fell.

“What happen to you?” She asked getting down. “Your wings!” She paused for a moment. “Right, while I’m doing your clothes.” She held up new clothes, and I smiled. I took off my old ones after getting on the bed. She covered her mouth at the sight of my plucked wings. “Oh Celestia, what has he done to you now?”

“Oh no, Master didn’t do this to me. I did it to myself. It felt so good getting hit, then I pulled out a feather. It was a strange feeling, but it felt so good. I just couldn’t stop pulling them out. Knowing Master wouldn’t like me with only one wing full, I pulled the other ones off, and it felt so good. Will you hit me?”

“Scootaloo!” She looked at me a bit horrified.

“Master said I’m not allowed to hurt myself, but it feels so good. If you hit me, then I won’t be disobeying him. Oh please Rarity, hurt me.” I begged and she stared at me. “I need to feel more.”

“I will never hurt you.”

“Then you’re useless.” She grabbed me, hugging me.

“I’m so sorry.” Tears went down her face, and I paused as tears went down mine.

“Why doesn’t it hurt anymore?” I asked into her chest as she held me tighter. Her holding me should’ve hurt, but I smiled crying into her chest. “Tell me, why can’t I feel pain!?” I shouted into her, and she hugged me tighter. “Am I dead?”

“No, no, you’re not.” I paused, I can’t hide things from Rarity. She meant far too much to me.

“I hit Sweetie Belle.”

“What?” She asked looking at me.

“When I came in, I punched her. I didn’t want to control myself. It was just so-so-so something that-that I had to. She was going to say something about my wings, and I… I didn’t want to hear her say it.” My voice cracked.

“I'll talk to her. It’s fine, but you can’t hit anyone else, okay?” I nodded.

“You also have more time.” I said smiling.

“What?” She asked confused.

“He doesn’t plan on killing me. He plans on marrying me. He loves me and teaches me so much now. Master loves me so much. He even let my parents know about us. He had them brand me to let me know they love him.” I smiled.

“I.” She choked unable to finish.

“My father tasted so good. So did my mom; her blood was so fine. I remember it: so warm and slick, like liquid metal. They are living in Ponyville now, though I don’t get to see them that much, not unless master wants them to. But they are here for me.” I smiled, and she stared at me. “Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t do anything bad, and their living here is good. I was good right?” Her face contorted to pure anguish as my body shivered. I didn’t understand. Why was she in pain?

“Scootaloo, thirteen more days; that’s all I need. Just hold on till then.”

“You have all the time you need. I promised Master I wouldn’t kill myself, and-and he was so happy. Look at the presents he gave me.” She looked at them, biting her lip. “They’re beautiful, right?”

“They are wonderful, but I need to know.” She cleared her throat. “Tell me everything in detail, please.” I nodded telling her everything that had happened, and she hugged me tightly by the end of it. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She tried to wipe her tears away, but gave up. She finished a few nicks on my clothes, and I grinned, looking at the all red outfit.

“Well, I should go to school.”

“Sound’s good.” She went over to a dresser depressed making me frown. I went over to her and slapped her on the plot. “EEEEEEE!” She screamed, jumping on top of her dresser and looked at me giggling. “I told you not to do that!” she said. I smiled. Her voice was like sweet bells to my ears. I froze for a second.

“Oh my gosh!” I said, and she looked at me a little shocked as she got down. “I know what Sweetie Belle’s cutie mark is! I love you, Rarity. You have no idea how wonderful you are; thank you for everything.” I hugged her, and she hugged me back. “I would be dead without you.”

“I love you too, Scootaloo. I'll save you I swear.”

“Actually, can I have something to eat before I go?” She nodded and went into the kitchen, where she fixed me something good to eat. “Thanks.” I said as I quickly got onto my scooter and went to school.

I jumped off a large rock, brushing against the flag pole lightly and doing two upside down spins before landing. I folded up my scooter and went inside. I sat down and noticed everyone looked at me uneasily except Ms. Cheerilee.

“Finally decided to join us?” she asked. I smiled. She put the test on my desk, then frowned seeing my wings. I looked at Sweetie Belle and grinned, which made her flinch scared. Apple Bloom had a brace on; thankfully, she hadn’t broken her right hind leg, but probably sprained it.

I looked at my test and smiled, finishing it easily and double checking it to make sure it was right. There were a few things on it that I had to guess at, but altogether, it wasn’t a hard pass. I then started writing on another piece of paper. The bell rang for recess, and all of them rushed outside. I gave the test to Cheerilee and she looked at me surprised.

“Wait. I need to check this before you leave.”

“I'll be here the whole class, and I just realized what Sweetie Belle’s cutie mark is.” I grabbed my paper and ran outside. Sweetie Belle was talking to Diamond Tiara, Apple Bloom, and Featherweight, who had a cast on his right wing. I ran over to them, scaring them all. I grinned looking at their fear; the feeling of power rushed through me.

“Go away. We’re not friends anymore!” Apple Bloom shouted. I went up to her and she gulped.

“You don’t decide that.” I growled. She shook scared. “You’re all my friends unless I say otherwise. Is that clear?” I asked looking around; they all nodded. “I’m sorry for hitting you, Sweetie Belle. It’s just I’ve been having a hard time lately.”

“Why won’t you talk to us?” Diamond Tiara asked.

“Because if I told you—” I chuckled a little as tears went down my face “I can’t tell you yet, but my parents are helping me. That’s all I can say.” They looked down a little.

“Fine,” Sweetie Belle said as the others looked at her. “So long as you’re getting some help, we’ll leave you be.” I hugged her as she returned the action. I let go of her, which caused her to smile a little.

“Blood.” I looked at Featherweight.

“What?” Sweetie Belle asked, she then looked at her hoof scared. I looked at my side. I was bleeding through my clothes.

“Ah crap, not again.” I sighed. “Anyway, that doesn’t matter.” They all stared at me shocked. “Hey, don’t look at me like that; I bleed all the time. Either way, Sweetie Belle, I figured out what your cutie mark is.”

“You bleed all the time?” Diamond Tiara asked on the edge of tears.

“Doesn’t matter.” I growled, and she stepped back. I gave the paper to Sweetie Belle as all of them stared at me concerned. “Stop looking at me, alright. I know, but there’s nothing you can do to help me. Just please, no one can know.”

“We’ll all stay quiet then. We’re your friends, and that’s what we do.” Apple Bloom said smiling sadly, and I smiled. She looked around; they all nodded. “Now, what is it about Sweetie Belle’s cutie mark?” I pointed at the paper.

“What’s this?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Sing it.” She looked at me for a moment.

“What?”

“Sing. Try it.”

“But I’ve never sung before.”

“Do it.”

“Alright, if you think so.” She cleared her throat, making me smile. She started to sing the Cutie Mark Crusader’s theme song, and everyone smiled as she realized her voice was like magic in all of our ears.

Everyone gathered around hearing her voice. It was sweet bells ringing wonderfully in all of our ears. I backed out after a little and hid behind a few trees, realizing I was bleeding rather badly. I had been for a while.

I opened my shirt and grunted a little, seeing a large clean cut gash on my side. I had cut it on something. I paused, remembering the flag pole. I hadn’t even noticed. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good either. Now that I had seen it, I knew it was there on my side, and I could feel it just faintly.

“Scootaloo?” Sweetie Belle said, coming over to me, and I looked at her. Her eyes went wide seeing my side and I closed my shirt quickly. She went pale. “Your-your side—how—what—I—explain!” She said, closing in, but I looked away.

“It’s not important, but since you know…” I pulled out a sewing kit and her eyes went wide as I started sewing up my side.

“Tell me, or I’m telling everyone.” She threatened.

“Then tell!” I yelled at her, making her back up.

“Please tell me. I’m your friend.”

“How did you find me?” I asked, changing the subject before I broke down. When I was away from Master—I mean Jerard. When did I start thinking Master—I was such a cry-foal. It was annoying.

“You left a blood trail, and I saw you sneak off.” I sighed. “Oh, I got my cutie mark.” She showed me her flank; on it was a bell on a heart with a G clef under it all. I finished sewing, and she bit her lip. I pulled my shirt down.

“That’s really cool.” I smiled and looked around. There was no way to clean my shirt, and it was clear that it was blood. I sighed. There was little hope in hiding this. It wasn’t extremely deep, but I didn’t want to chance ripping open my belly. “Can you tell Cheerilee that I have to go home?”

“Nope, you have to tell her yourself.”

“I’m not going to play this game.” I got up and paused, seeing Cheerilee out in the yard looking around. It was clear she was looking for me. I hid and frowned. My scooter was still in class. I should have left it outside, but I didn’t want it getting swiped. Then again, who would want my scooter? I spread out my wings, but they were far from flight-worthy.

“OVER HERE!” Sweetie Belle yelled as I swung at her, but she was out of my reach. She ran and Cheerilee came over, seeing me bleeding.

“Wait.” I said holding up my hooves. “Wait.” Emotion burned on her face. She looked over me up and down. “It was a simple cut when I rode to school.” She tried talking, but nothing came out. It was clearly not a simple cut; it went along my entire side. “Do not do what you’re about to do!”

“I… You. Hospital. Now.” She growled.

“Scooter?” I asked. She pushed me along back to the class. “Did I pass?” She looked at me frowning.

“Yes, perfect score.” We went back inside, and everyone started to panic a little on seeing my blood-soaked shirt. I picked up my scooter, just what I needed.

“Alright everyone, I… Scootaloo!” She shouted after me as I jumped out the window and rode away too fast for her to even try to keep up. I got to Jerard’s house and went inside, quickly making Sethi jump at my sudden appearance.

“I’m bleeding.” I said quickly, and she rushed me over to the table and set me down, removing my clothes.

“How did this happen?!”

“I don’t know. I didn’t feel it.” She sighed redoing my sad stitching then using a hot poker to cauterize the wound. Afterwards, she bandaged me up.

“You haven’t felt any of this, have you?”

“I can feel you doing things, but it doesn’t hurt.” She frowned a little.

“Have you had anything weird to eat or drink lately? I still haven’t quite figured out how this happen.”

“Just the cherry lubricant.” She paused. “I can get it for you.”

“Yeah.” I got up and went upstairs. I grabbed the bottle. It didn’t have much left, probably not even half of a shot glass. I went downstairs sitting on the sofa with her and gave it to her. She sniffed it and looked at me a little shocked.

“What?” I asked.

“How much have you had of this?”

“Probably about a third of the bottle.”

“No wonder you can’t feel anything. I’ve seen this in the ER in Canterlot before. This is called Red Hush. It’s used by…” She chuckled, “rapists and active couples. It causes the sex drive of anyone taking it to go into overdrive. More than a tablespoon is enough to make you go crazy, and that’s full adult size. A third of this bottle to you is like three of these bottles to a normal adult.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you have two days before the effects wear off and you start feeling everything that you’ve done.” I stared at her. “If you drink too much more of this, it’ll become permanent and you’ll stop feeling everything.”

“That’s bad, right?”

“Very. Pain is a limiter made by our bodies to make sure we don’t kill ourselves and to know when something is bad, or that we shouldn’t do it. For instance, the cut on your side; if you didn’t feel anything and it was deeper, then you would bleed out before you noticed it. Things like that can be extremely dangerous.”

“I'll not use it any more, then.” She pulled out a few pills, and I took them.

“I can give you plenty of pain meds if you’re in pain. Remember that; it’s what I’m here for. Also, I’m giving you hyper pills. You’ll notice that your feathers are growing back already.” She pulled on a few.

“What are they?”

“These pills are magically enhanced to do special things, such as feather growth or bone growth. Most of the damage you’ve done is already gone, and in just a day or two, if you don’t do anything, you’ll be free of pain by the time the effects of the Red Hush wear off.”

“Really? That’s great.” I said grinning.

“Yes. it was a huge advancement. Anyway, don’t go to school today or tomorrow and you’ll be good as new.”

“I don’t suppose you have something to undo the branding and scarring” She frowned a little.

“Sadly, no, I don’t. I can probably find something to make them not hurt as much, but other than that, I don’t know a way to remove them. I’ve seen brands on a pony before. Much of the time, it was by accident, but as far as I can tell, they are with you forever.”

“That sucks.”

“It can, but with all things considered, it’s not that bad.”

“How is that not bad?” She moved my shirt showing my side.

“They are pretty marks, and as you grow older, they will become smaller and less noticeable. So it’s fine.” She rubbed my side a little. “Look, they aren’t even black anymore. Well, the Xs are, but the others are more a dark grey.” I sighed.

“Thanks.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s all I can do to make you feel better. Also, thankfully, it wasn’t on your cutie mark or other places.” We both shivered a little at the thought. No, he wouldn’t do that. He wanted to use me and have be presentable. “Anyway, you seem more relaxed. This morning, you seemed a little on-edge. Is everything alright?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry about this morning; I was—I don’t know what came over me. I just wanted to hurt other ponies. It was weird, I didn’t really know why, but I was just really…I just really was a plot to others. I even punched Sweetie Belle for no reason.” I shook my head a little. Did I just repeat words?

“I’m sure whoever she is, she earned it. Wasn’t she one of the ones that filly-napped you yesterday.”

“You were told?”

“Yep, I was filled in by your mom. Anyway, it’s great you have friends that worry so much about you.”

“It is when they can do something, but when it’ll only get them hurt or dead, it’s worse than any nightmare. I’m scared to be around others. Just one word, one act, one look, just one thing can get me into trouble, and get somepony killed.”

“Has he killed anyone?”

“Just a guard, but,” I sighed, “I haven’t had time to be around anyone else. I’ve made sure of it. Just today, several ponies saw me bleeding from this wound, and I nearly got taken to the hospital. It probably would’ve brought up a million more questions which I can’t answer, that I can’t explain.”

“I’m sure it’ll work out.” I chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m going to go relax.”

“Just be careful.”

“I'll make sure I come back alive.” I went outside with my scooter and smiled. Today was a clear day and beautiful.

“Scootaloo!” Applejack said and I turned looking at Twilight, Fluttershy, and Pinkie with her.

Author's Note

also special thanks to Midnight Legend for editing!