“Where are you going?” Master asked, looking at me by the stairs with my old bloody clothes in a small backpack.

“Rarity’s store. I need to get these cleaned and get some new clothes.”

“You haven’t told her anything, right?” I eyed him for a moment.

“Why; has she caught on?” Panic went through me a little.

“Well, have you told her?” he asked with a slight growl.

“No, but did she find out?” I went forward. “Please, don’t kill her. She makes my clothes and is Sweetie Belle’s sister.”

“Oh, it’s not that she has, or not that I’ve seen. Either she’s a wonderful actress or she doesn’t know anything. Yesterday, I left her with the perfect chance to stab me with a knife in the back, and she didn’t even reach for the knife.

“Wait, I’m confused. What would that make you think she knew something? I mean, have you done anything to piss her off?”

“No, not really, but she had this disdain for me. It was unnerving.”

“Well, you’re a royal.”

“So?”

“Ask her out.” He paused.

“What?” His voice had unbelief in it.

“Her dream is to open a shop in Canterlot. She’s really pretty, and you haven’t made a single move, have you?” He thought for a minute. “I knew it; of course she’s going to not like you. As far as what she and everyone else knows, you’re single, and you haven’t shown any interest in any mares.”

“I guess.”

“They probably think you’re gay or you’re whoring around so much that you don’t mind even trying.” He sighed. “Ask her out, and go on a date. You might find you like her. She’s a wonderful mare.” He frowned.

“Nothing in this world,” he went close to me, almost teleporting. I backed into the wall, going back so much that my back was against it, “could keep me away from you or stop me from loving my pet. Is that clear?” I nodded, crying a little. I kissed him, and he kissed me back. His ownership over me felt heavier by the second.

“I know Master, but you don’t have to get mad at me.” I paused looking around. “I only meant that…” I choked on my works, he softened up a bit. He hugged me, and I hugged him back. “I’m so sorry, Master. I didn’t mean—please forgive me.”

“No, I know what you meant.”

“It was a bad idea.”

“No, it was a good one. You don’t want me to look gay, and you don’t want me to look like a whore either.” I nodded. “It’s fine; I’m sorry for scaring you. I know you wouldn’t try something like that to me.”

“Is there anything I can do to ask forgiveness?” He kissed me.

“You haven’t done anything to need it yet. In fact, you’ve been rather good, and my rage has been quieted for a while. Of course, that’ll change soon enough once you do something bad again.”

“I hate you, Master.” I bit my lip, and he chuckled, making me smiled. I kissed him and he pushed me a down really rather hard making me grunt. “Was that bad of me?” I asked, biting my lip and grinning. He smiled widely.

“Oh, so bad.” He moved my shirt and kissed my belly. Then, he licked it, making me warm inside.

“That feels really good Master, and it’s not meant to hurt right?” I asked. I still wasn’t sure the difference of pain and pleasure, but something felt wrong.

“I wonder about that...” I looked down. My eyes went wide as my mouth, seeing a line open in the middle of my belly to my chest, showing my organs clean. No blood was rushing in. Pure terror went over me.

“Master!”

“You hate me?” He growled, and I started to panic.

“Master, I was being playful! I didn’t mean it! I thought you wanted to play. Please, Master, I thought you weren’t going to kill me.” Pain started to edge at the wound; the effects of the lubricant were wearing off. “Please Master, it’s-it’ll kill me!”

“You dare say that again, and I'll rip you open and play with your organs.” I nodded, crying as the pain started to grow.

“Please Master. I—don’t kill me like this, not this way. It’ll be extremely painful.” He closed the wound, and my skin seemed to mold shut, leaving a small scar. It was barely noticeable. My breathing slowed a little. “Thank you, Master. I’m sorry. I love you so much. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“You will never speak those words to me again.” I nodded. “Next time you want to be playful, make sure to not piss me off, you stupid filly.” He growled deeply.

“Yes, Master, I'll never do it again.” He licked my belly, cleaning a few drops of blood. He sighed getting up.

“I have a meeting.” He left without another word, and I felt my belly quickly. It seemed fine. I wasn’t going to rip open and spill my guts onto the floor. I went down stairs carefully, and Sethi looked at me.

“Is everything alright?” she asked and looked at me holding my gut. “Jerard seemed rather mad when he left.”

“Master cut open my belly,” I said unsteady. “Will you check to make sure I don’t spill on the floor?” Tears went down my face, and her eyes went wide as I went over and laid onto the table. She moved her hoof and felt the line frowning.

“He definitely cut you open.” Her voice trembled. “If you had just left through that door and made one wrong move, I’m not sure if this would’ve held. Now I’m going to need to reopen this and sew it shut properly.” Tears went down my face as horror crossed hers. “Oh no, you can feel pain.” I nodded.

“It hurts so badly.” I whined. Some part of me was happy for the pain, but other parts were screaming at me. No amount of branding compared to getting cut open, my insides stung from the trapped air.

“Well then.” Her body relaxed as her breathing became even. “I have to operate on you, alright.” I nodded, and she pulled her bag out from under the table and searched it, finding a needle of clear liquid. She injected me with something a few times, reusing the needle. “You’ll fall asleep, in ten, nine, eight, seven, six…” I passed out.

“Ugh.” I breathed out and opened my eyes. I paused, realizing I was strapped down to the table. I looked around for a moment. I had a breathing mask on. I looked at Master smiling over me.

“Please, please let me close her!” Sethi begged, and I looked down. My front had been opened wide, showing everything inside me. My heart started beating faster as I started gasping for air panicking.

“Oh shut up!” He snapped as pain ran through my body. “Good, you’re awake.” I looked at Master as he moved my organ making me choke. I could only scream, but even then it was muffled greatly. Though there wasn’t a level which could match the pain, screaming did nothing more than suffocate me. “I remembered something you did, and it really pissed me off, so here we are.” My body begged to black out, but it didn’t for some reason. No matter how great the pain was.

“Master, stop.” I begged crying gasping.

“I suppose I should, but this is just so much fun. A little longer won’t hurt.” His grin wrapped around his face. “Me.” He shifted my organs around slightly and then pressed my heart lightly. Things went cold as more pain went through my body. I didn’t understand how this much pain could possibly exist. Everything burned, stung, stabbed, and tore inside, all the while doing no real damage from what I could see.

“Master, I’m—” I coughed as he pressed my lung. He poked around inside me for a long time. Painful push after push made me lose my voice, as pain grew to be only what I knew. If air wasn’t being pushed down my lungs, I would have stopped breathing.

“Aw, she stopped screaming.” he said chuckling. I couldn’t move. He had touched everything inside me and more. He even licked a few things, which felt painfully weird. I didn’t realize I could feel my liver or my lung till then. “I guess you can sew her up now. I’m done with her insides.” Sethi ran over to me and started working instantly, not wasting a single second. She flowed with grace.

“Thank you.” I mouthed as she held in her tears so they didn’t fall inside me.

“Please let me put her back to sleep!” Sethi shouted, scared for me, but at this point her killing me would be a blessing.

“No, keep her awake and feeling everything.” He said, enjoying the idea immensely. She started working and fixed me up with metal wire of some kind, closing me perfectly. After closing my chest, she began using a weird gel on me. It molded into my wound, holding me shut nicely and numbing me somewhat. Though my insides still burned, wheezing from pain, and from being rearranged slightly, she had fixed my wound, or so I hoped.

“Can I now?” She asked, wiping her brow looking at him.

“Nope, she can fall asleep normally. Just make sure she doesn’t die.”

“Yes sir.” She wrapped me up. I begged her with my weakness. She couldn’t, no, she wouldn’t give me mercy. I was in so much pain that I couldn’t even breathe without a machine, and she knew it. All it would take is turning it off, and I would black out from lack of air. “Can I let her pass out?” She asked trembling now that she was done.

“No.” Master grinned, watching me in agony. “Scootaloo, I hope you’re enjoying your punishment. I’m so glad I forgot something that I needed and caught her cutting you back open for me. It was wonderful, a true gift.”

“Yes Master.” I mouthed. I had only forgotten for a while. The lie was so good. I thought he would love me, care for me, treat me like his lover, but now I saw truth. It was just a lie. He was just waiting for me to be able to feel again to strike worse than I could imagine. I hadn’t actually thought he would cut me open, but now I saw he would do even nightmares to me. No, nightmares can’t compare, at least there I die.

“Still my pet.” He said going to my ear and whispering. “You’re just too perfect. I love you so much Scootaloo.” His breath whistled in my ear. “Don’t you love me?”

“Yes.” I mouthed again, still in too much pain. I couldn’t control my lungs. So I couldn’t push out air, or pull it in. He kissed my head.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes.” I tried again, but nothing was coming up.

“I can’t believe you hate me.”

“No.” I whispered.

“Open her back up.” Those four words, I couldn’t comprehend them. Sethi stared at him and chuckled a little.

“You’re kidding.” She mused, and he frowned.

“Excuse me.”

“Oh I’m sorry. I assumed you’re kidding because I can’t. This gel is to stop infection and is as hard as rock.” She tapped on my chest making a rock sound making pain course through my chest anew. “I can’t cut it and it covers all the places that I would be able to cut. I can’t even go at the side. Not only that, the chances of killing her by reopening her is almost assured.” She closed her mouth seeing his expression.

“Fine.” He growled and then looked at me. “I guess once she heals. I'll do other things. Oh, I know. New toys, it’ll be great! How long before she heals.”

“A month.” He chuckled.

“No, really.”

“A month. I’m not joking.” She started to speak faster. “You just opened her up completely, and on top of that, you touched things! She’ll be lucky if she doesn’t die from infection. Not only that, but if she goes into shock or any number of other problems happen, she’ll die. She needs a month.”

“Days.” She sighed.

“She’ll be able to breathe on her own in a few days. She’ll be able to move in a week, and in two, she’ll be able to get up for a little bit. In three to five, she’ll be back on her hooves, but not before then. It doesn’t matter what you want; she’ll die if you do anything to her.”

“Well, figure it out; she has four days. If she isn’t ready, I'll find someone to replace you with your corpse at my hooves.” She frowned, her expression becoming hard.

“I'll figure something out.”

“I thought so. I have something else to do.” He went out the front door. She went over to it, watching him leave. After he was gone, she came back over to me.

“You’ll be up by the end of the day.” I looked at her coming over to me. She picked up a needle, then injected me with a few things from small glass bottles.

“What?” I mouthed confused. While I had heard them speaking, nothing was making any sense. Just that everything hurt.

“He didn’t do anything but touch, thankfully.” She smiled. “Your chest will easily heal from the gel in about eight hours. With the meds, the pain will disappear completely. Your scar will disappear in about ten hours, and it’ll be like it never happened. It’ll still hurt if you touch it for a week or so, but other than that, it should be fine.”

“But.” I paused at my voice coming back, but in whispers. Then the fog started to lift, making me start to understand.

“I know, I know.” She sat down. “I couldn’t believe he did this to you, but now, your chest will be as hard as stone and feel normal to the touch in twelve hours. I bought you time. You can rest, and you don’t have to worry about him hurting you for a while.”

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“I’m so sorry for doing this to you, but I don’t want to die. I really don’t want you to die either, even if you’re put into so much pain that it’s all you’ll be able to think about.”

“I understand.” I groaned. “I forgive you.” She fed me some kind of clear blue meds through a tube in my arm. Hours passed, and the pain slowed. Hours came and went, and she watched over me the entire time, leaving my side for only a few minutes.

“How are you?” Sethi asked, looking me up and down after a while.

“I’m not in that much pain.” she smiled at my normal voice level.

“I’m glad. I had actually fixed a few things before he went in there. You’ll be even healthier after you heal.” I chuckled and wheezed in pain. It was just like with my wings: Master was making me better by hurting me.

“Don’t worry, just a few more hours.” I nodded, and we waited.

“How’s it going?” Master asked as my eyes snapped open. I hadn’t moved from my spot, not even inch.

“I need five days.” Sethi said.

“You have four.” He countered frowning.

“Please if you rush this, she’ll die. Is that what you want?” He sighed clearly annoyed by her.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea if I had to give up so many days. Though, I even bought gifts.” He went over to me and held up new scooter wheels with his magic. I eyed him a little; he was screwing me. I grit my teeth, and he smiled. I grabbed his throat, surprising him and Sethi who gasped. I pulled him close to my face removing my mask so he could hear me clearly.

“Don’t you dare… put those on… my.” I ran out of air, I was still in a considerable amount of pain, though it had dulled somewhat. Sethi quickly put back on my mask filling my lungs with air again. “Scooter… or I’m going… to punch… you in… the face.” My arm fell to my side tired from just lifting it up. He smiled and moved my mask kissing me, then putting it back on me.

“That’s my pet for you, but yes, they are.” I groaned.

“You’re a plot.” He frowned. “Yeah you… heard me right.” I waited a few seconds for the air to catch up. “What are you… going to… do… about it? Cut my…head off? Go ahead… please.” I coughed a little and he kissed my neck.

“No, I know you’re in pain.”

“Pain…has nothing to do…with my…scooter.” He frowned.

“Maybe I should take an eye.” I stuck out my tongue.

“Bite my… plot.”

“Right or left?”

“Both of them.” He frowned. “Then again…do you want… a…blind pet?” He groaned a little. While he liked hurting me, he didn’t want me looking like a freak. He still wanted to be able to look at me in bed.

“Fine, I'll figure out different punishments for you then.”

“Shut up and…kiss me.” He chuckled and moved my mask kissing me. He put it back letting me breath.

“Now I’m regretting cutting her open.” He gritted his teeth a little. “I would be able to have fun right now.” He growled.

“HA!” I shouted, but it sounded more like a loud wheeze and groan.

“Oh, you’ll get yours soon enough.” He turned to leave, but I grabbed his foreleg. He looked at me.

“Don’t leave.” He paused.

“Why?”

“Scootaloo, you need to heal.” Sethi said quickly interjecting.

“Screw healing… if my Master…isn’t here.” A rather creepy smile spread across his face.

“No I have to go put these away and do some more paperwork. I’ve been behind because of you.” I growled a little. “Fine, I'll work by your side.” He left and came back with a table, setting it up next to me then pulling out papers and started to work. I relaxed seeing him there. Even if he tortured me, just seeing him made it easier.

Like Sethi had said, as the eighth hour went by, the pain disappeared. By the tenth, the scar was completely gone. Master had fallen asleep and was passed out on the sofa next to me. Sethi was also asleep in a chair off to the side.

I got up leaving on the mask. I was tired, but I wasn’t about to sleep on an operating coffee table. I moved next to him, and he shifted, hugging me comfortable now. I closed my eyes falling asleep warm.

“Scootaloo!” Sethi’s panicked voice woke both of us up, and he looked at her, then at me. She was biting her lip. I nuzzled Master more; the mask didn’t hinder me at all. I pulled the blanket up more.

“No wonder I was sleeping so well, and I thought you said ‘days.’” Master said, sneering at Sethi.

“I—she should be in unbearable pain right now.”

“She looks comfortable to me.”

“I said ‘should.’” He looked at me and pulled me closer.

“Well, a little more sleep won’t hurt.” I pulled off my mask and kissed him. I put it back on, and he frowned. “Now I’m really regretting cutting you open. I can’t do things to make you unable to sleep with me; it’s just uncomfortable.” I smiled.

“Yes Master.” He pulled me close to him as we fell back to sleep.

I woke up stretching a little and a pain coursed through my chest making me retract quickly. I looked around, and I was in my room in my parent’s house. I felt my chest and belly. I was healed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to move.

I felt the air mask, even though I could breathe on my own, it was oddly comfortable not to have to. I took off the mask and took in a breath. Pain coursed through me, making me put it back on. I sighed moving my hoof on the bed.

My hoof hit a bunch of letters and I looked at them for a moment. One had Master’s crest on it, one from Canterlot University, and one from Rarity, which I could tell by her writing though it was unmarked unlike the rest. Then others from Twilight, Cheerilee, and Sethi. I picked them up, staring at them a little. I apparently had a lot of ponies needing to talk to me. I opened Master’s first; it was clearly the most important.

I'll be away till Monday, which means two days since it is now Friday by the time you’ll be reading this. I expect you to be better by then. I have a meeting in Los Pegasus and will be gone anyway so, get better. I will have a few of my personal assistants watching closely while I’m away, and don’t even think I won’t know if you do something bad. Two days from now, I will be back. Remember that.

I looked at the back and front of the letter, but that was it. I picked up the other letters. I opened Sethi’s letter next.

Make sure to come over when you can, I'll have to give you meds to help you. The air tank will strap onto your back. Make sure to bring it. I will also have to clean and wash you; if coming over is too painful, I'll be over at about three. Don’t go outside unless it is to come over. You can still get sick even though you’ve healed your chest shut.

Your doctor,
Sethi.

I smiled a little and set it to the side. I opened the one from Rarity.

I hear you’re not doing well. I sneaked this letter in with a spell, so don’t worry. Anyway, eleven more days are left if you’re reading this on Friday.

A few tears were on the page and her writing was slightly worse.

I hope you’re doing well, have hope, have hope my dear, the end is coming and I will save you.

I smiled and set it down. I opened Twilight’s letter.

GREAT NEWS!

Twilight’s words were all capitalized. It was rather odd.

I found out that Cheerilee sent in an admissions test! Canterlot should send a letter, but they told me that they moved up the time! I'll talk to you once you’re feeling better and once I get the details. It’s great, talk to you later.

Your friend and Princess,
Twilight Sparkle.

I paused and quickly opened Cheerilee’s, which basically said the same thing. I opened Canterlot University’s letter.

Dear Scootaloo,

Bla bla bla.

Since we have received a sealed admission test pass, we have moved you up the list.

My body trembled.

We will see you on Tuesday, if the mail is on time you will receive this the Friday before. We will have two representatives meet you at your elementary school for testing.

My hoof was shaking so badly the letter fell and bounced off the bed. I pulled off the air mask, breathing on my own as the air became rather thin. I needed to talk to Rarity about this right now. It was one thing to go to Canterlot for a day, but if I passed the testing, then Master would take me up there the next day.

I tried getting off the bed and fell to the ground, screaming lightly at the pain. My legs were painfully asleep. I got up, strapping the tank to my back then putting back on the mask. My mom rushed into the room to see me.

“Scootaloo!”

“Mom, I.”

“Are you alright?” She said, cutting me off and picking me up. After setting me on the bed, she looked me over. “What happen?” I paused. I couldn’t just go to Rarity, not now. If my parents found out, they might not go about it smartly. And if we were being watched, I couldn’t risk them doing something, not just yet.

“I, um, don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, you wet the bed.” I looked at the bed and blushed. “I'll have Sethi come over and get you checked out. Don’t worry; I'll have these cleaned in a jiffy.” She took the sheets. I looked around, finding some paper and a quill. I wrote:

From Scootaloo, Need fitting, shirt ripped, come over right away, want to make a few shirt changes as well.

I put it into an envelope as my mom came inside.

“Hey mom.” She set some sheets down.

“Yes?”

“Um, I ripped one of my shirts; can you give this to Rarity? I want to talk to her about a few minor details.” She paused.

“I don’t…” She paused, finally noticing tears running down my face. “I'll give this to Rarity, then.” She took it, and my dad came into the room. She left as my dad frowned a little, then came over to me.

“How are you?” my dad asked, and I chuckled a little.

“Dad, I’m about as well as I can be. Um, will you help me take a shower?” He picked me up, taking me to the bathroom and setting me into the shower. He helped me a little, but kept his space the best he could. I could see that it was killing him to see me without clothes.

“Anything else you need or want?” He asked as he stopped drying me.

“I’m sorry about asking you; I know this is a nightmare for you.”

“That’s my line.” I smiled, and he took me back to bed, setting me down. He looked at a gauge on the tank. He then looked at five more off to the side. “Looks like it has five more hours on it before you need a new one.”

“Don’t worry, Dad. I can breathe on my own if I need to.” He looked at me.

“You can?”

“Yeah, but, it’s really painful, and I actually shouldn’t call it breathing; more like wheezing.” It was painful, but not that bad. Though not needing to breathe myself did have niceness to it.

“Oh, that’s good, I’m sorry this happen.”

“Nothing you can do dad. Don’t worry. I’m sure it’ll work out sooner or later.” He nodded.

“Do you need anything?” he asked again.

“No, Dad, I’m fine.”

“You’re far from that.” I smiled and leaned forward, removing my mask and kissing his cheek, before putting it back on.

“I love you, Dad. I’m sorry what I did to you.” He blushed a little.

“It’s fine. Your mom and I are sorry we didn’t prevent a situation like that from happening in the first place. In fact, I had noticed someone put sleeping powder into my drink long before I took a sip at that bar. I just didn’t think someone would do it, so I thought it was something else, maybe a joke or something.”

“Dad.” I held his face close to mine. “Don’t be sorry; never be sorry. Know that you’re a great dad, the best in the world.” He smiled a little. “Never regret being my dad, or anything that has happen.” He hugged me lightly.

“Call if you need anything.” I nodded, and he left. I waited for a while as I got dressed the best I could. I just didn’t have very much energy. I waited, and Rarity came into the room with my mom following. Rarity bit her lip, setting things down.

“Ah, you can’t stay for too long.” my mom said as Rarity looked at her.

“Thank you. I need my space to work.” Rarity closed the door on my mom, locking the door and soundproofing the room with a bolt of magic.

Author's Note

also special thanks to Midnight Legend for editing!