“Master, you love me, right? You’ll be kind to me, right? Right?!” I asked panicky, staring at him standing outside the carriage.

“I love you with everything that I am. Now come here.” His voice was smooth like silk chocolate. I paused to look around, and he eyed me, somehow reading my thoughts. “Tell me, where are you going to go?” I looked at him. “I’ve seen that look. Where are you going to go?” I whimpered as tears ran down my face.

“I-I need help.” My voice was rather pathetic, my legs shaking, and tears running down my face. “My legs are-are shaking too much.” I looked down. He picked me up with his magic and lifted me up. I floated out of the carriage, and he set me down next to him. I dug into the ground with my hoof.

“What’s wrong with your legs?” I looked at him for a moment.

“I’m scared, and I lost.”

“What?”

“I had hoped I could escape. I thought I could run, hide, and die in a nice ditch.” He frowned. “But-but I can’t kill myself, and I know you would find me if I ran. So I’m your pet till I die.”

“Well, now that your mine you want to go see a play?” I looked at him. Surprise clearly went across my face.

“What?”

“There’s a play in,” he took out a pocket watch out of his coat pocket and looked, “an hour. We missed it the last time we were up here.”

“You’d let me outside?” I asked confused.

“This isn’t a prison. You’re a royal pet, not just some common house pet. You are expected to go with me, be with me, know manners, and speak politely. When I have meetings, you’ll come with me. You’ll meet ponies that I meet.”

“Then you’re not going to just torture me every day till I can’t walk?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Well.”

“Bad question. Yes, while I may hurt you, beat you, and torture you. however I'll never kill, disable, or disfigure you. You’ll marry me one day, and I love you far too much to do that to you. So have at least some hope.”

“Yes, Master, but I don’t want to go out for today. I’m not feeling well.”

“That’s fine. Let’s go inside. I do believe I have gone a whole day without enjoying a soft bed.” I nodded, wiping my tears. We walked inside past the front doors. Al and Sig bowed as we entered. They smiled upon seeing us.

“Sir, you’re back, and with Ms. Scootaloo.” Al said smiling.

“She’ll be living here from now on. Did you set up rooms for her parents?” Al gave Master letters.

“Yes, we did. Also, these letters came while you were away. Your father was cremated as per your orders. He seemed to have come down with a sickness and died a day after. I’m sorry for your loss, Sir.”

“Honestly, he got better than he deserved, now moving on. Scootaloo, I need at least something to look at other than bare walls.” He looked at me, and I looked around the entrance to the manor. It was completely white with marble floors that shined. “What do you suggest we have put up on the walls?”

“Can we have Rarity do it? I just don’t want expensive things up.”

“Al, have Rarity hired to decorate the walls. Instructions are ‘pleasant, but not extravagant.’ I don’t care her fee.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Come with me, Scootaloo.” I nodded. Following Master, we went to his bedroom. The room was rather large with a huge bathroom to the right of the door next to a closet. Then, there was a large, black chest at the foot of the bed. Royal blue and crimson dominated the room with a rich violet carpet on the floor. I went onto the bed to lie down. His blue bed was remarkably soft and comfortable. He locked his door and grinned as he turned to me.

Just the way he smiled, it gave me chills. I took off my clothes leaving my jewelry on like always. I then moved so I was lying with my back against the pillows and my legs spread. He came over to the bed going onto it and over me. I smiled and he kissed me. I looked down as his stallion-hood pressed against my belly, being actually rather heavy. I licked his tip as he kissed my forehead.

“Master, I’m not ready for you yet.” My voice quivered.

“Oh, and you expect me to do that for you?” He growled lightly

“No, Master, but if I don’t get ready, then it might be uncomfortable for you. I don’t know if you enjoy feeling blood.” He thought for a few seconds and moved back, going down to eat me out. My body had adjusted to this for the most part. I no longer had much discomfort, or that much pain from his size. He stopped after a minute having gotten me ready.

“You’re right. I won’t enjoy blood running down me when I’m trying to enjoy myself.” I kissed him, and he kissed me back, pushing me down rather hard against his pillows. It was like I was sinking into a cloud.

“Then take your prize.” He thrusted inside me, and I moaned. He had gotten me just enough I was able to ready myself with the single thrust. He started, and I enjoyed each one of his thrusts. With no hope of anything left, the pleasure consumed me as I squeezed to try and get more.

His tip bottomed out after three strong thrusts, hitting my womb and making me cringe as my chest roared at me. My insides began to contract around him. He grunted as they squeezed so tightly he nearly pulled out.

“Ow.” He growled at me, and I turned over onto my belly, pushing my back against his chest. He smirked while bending down and kissing my neck. I moaned as he plunged inside me easily, bellowing out and smashing against my womb. Making it hard to breathe. Master frowned, still not able to go deep enough inside me. I was still like a doll to him. Being a filly really wasn’t a benefit to him.

I pushed him over on the bed, surprising him as I sat down onto his member. As he laid on his back, he smiled. I had taken some control and thankfully he let me. I then started going up and down as hard and fast as I could, making him moan in delight. He finished, which surprised both of us as his seed sprayed my insides. I jumped off, landing and sucking him as he finished completely, allowing me to drink down his seed.

“Thirsty?” He asked. I gulped down the last cleaning up.

“No, I just don’t want more inside me. It doesn’t feel… good.” I moved above his member. “Also, if I want to break this stallion in. I'll need more than riding him really hard to get what I want. Though I guess he might be hungrier for more.” I went down, and he cringed as I squeezed him.

I started going again. I had started to be able to control my insides. Even now, I could make it uncomfortable if I went full on or even stop him from entering me if I needed to, but then again. This felt great!

After a while, I slowed my breathing a bit. Being in control took the energy right out of me. My tail twisted against his thigh. I paused and looked at it for a few seconds. I could control my tail very well, and he had a large open space on himself. I wrapped my tail around him, making him pause.

“What are you doing?”

“Tell me if you like this.” He gasped as I started again. My tail covered most of his lower shaft. I started squeezing it.

“Oh, I like it a lot. It feels almost as if I’m going all the way into you.” I grinned. “You have a really soft tail.”

“I got it from my mom. Her tail is really soft.”

“I’m glad you brought them up. They had the same idea as us.”

“What?” I asked as a dozen emotions hit me at once. I turned to the wall on my left. It began moving with his magic. As it completely moved it revealed my parents on a bed. I stared at them for a minute before my mom’s eyes went big, noticing us watching. She turned my father’s head toward us. His eyes went big as well. “Mom. Dad.”

“Um.” My mom said nervously. Their bed lifted up with his magic and floated over to our bed, connecting nicely. Both my parents blushed and looked at each other. “We should probably stop.”

“No,” I said blushing, and they looked at me. “Um, keep going. Don’t let us interrupt you, from, um doing what you’re doing.” I looked at Master as he got harder by my answer. “I kind of like seeing you both like this. Makes me…” I blushed deeply, “wet.” I squeaked. Both of them turned solid red. “Also, it’s nice to have you both so close.” Master grinned and looked at my parents.

“Your daughter is quite the perverted one, wouldn’t you agree?” They looked at each other embarrassed. “Scootaloo, care to order them around. I’m sure they wouldn’t disobey you, no matter the order. And I’m fine with you using your father, even if he were to finish inside of you. I would enjoy watching your mother clean you of his seed.” I thought for a moment. My father had shown me no kindness on the train, so I was going to show him on either.

“Actually, I would like my mom to suck on you while my dad bucks her, then have him eat me out while on my mom’s back.” All three of them paused. “And I want to do it now. Is that alright Master?”

“Sure.” He said and then pulled me off of him making me bite my lip. The feeling was really good.

My mom turned over, surprising my dad as he was forced to stand up behind her. Master moved over under her snout. She licked him and I smiled, moving onto my mom’s back. She had a nice flat back, so I had plenty of room. I pulled my dad down and kissed him making his eyes go wide. I moved to his ear whispering.

“This is what you get for not breaking my neck when you had the chance.” He stared at me, and I pushed him down. He licked me without a fight, then started thrusting into my mom and eating me out. He groaned, being surprisingly turned on.

“You’re mom’s not half bad.” I hugged my mother’s tail and licked it. It was so soft, I loved it. “But compared to you, she’s really got a long ways to go.”

“Excuse me,” my mom said, pulling off him. “I will have you know that I’m very skilled with my tongue.” I moaned softly.

“Scootaloo, eat your mother out and show her.” I paused. I didn’t want to pull her into this. I pulled my dad back. “While your dad enjoys your little slit.” I frowned and went to my mom’s ear.

“I love you mom, but orders are orders. I hope you forgive me.”

“Of course.” I nodded. I moved off her back to go under her.

“Dad, will you please.” He hesitated and my heart twisted seeing a look of anguish cross his face. His body tensed and he fought the reflex to throw up. I stared at him and then looked down.

What had I done? Had I been so spiteful that getting said no to meant punishment? What was I becoming? I gasped as my father pushed inside me. Having lost the fight in his head. He didn’t deserve this.

“Oh.” My dad grunted. It was a considerable difference in feeling. In fact, since he was smaller, it felt much better. Master was just too big for me to really handle. In fact I was sure my hips had healed to take him on.

“Mom, sit.” I said and she sat down, and I smiled licking her and tasting her juices. My dad’s seed mixed with her taste making an intoxicating perfume. I started, and she moaned almost instantly as my tongue began twisting like a spinning top.

“Oh my! By Celestia. How-why does it feel like it’s-whoa. How are you so good with your tongue?” She groaned.

“You have as good a guess as me.” Master said, and she looked at him and then started again. We went for a while. My mom pulled a little, but I pulled back, going deeper and harder to finish her. It was almost like a mist covering my face. I chuckled, licking every drop, and then kept going. She moaned, choking lightly on Master.

Something about my mom tasted wonderful to me, and just one or two finishes weren’t enough to slate my tastes. She had a hard time keeping it together. I finished as my father was about to finish himself. I smiled, pushing him out of me just barely in time for him to send seed across my belly and onto my mom’s plot.

“Well, I’m done.” Master said, and my mom coughed. I finished my mom one more time, and she got up. I looked at my dad with a mixed expression, but mostly disgust, not of me, but of himself. “Oh wow, she does have a soft tail.” Master said feeling my mother’s tail.

“I know, right.” She blushed.

“We should get cleaned up.” My dad said.

“Right.” Master said smiling.

“Mom, care to come with me.” I said.

“Um, sure.”

“Master we’re going to use this bathroom.” He gave me an odd expression. My mom got up and, we went to the bathroom. I started the shower on warm as she closed the door, then looked at me. “We…”

“Mom,” I interrupted her. “Shower then bath.” She paused for a moment, but got into the shower with me without another word. She started cleaning both of us very thoroughly. We then moved to the bathtub. She got in back first, and I laid down on her chest. I looked up at her with a faint smile.

“Can we talk now?” She asked having gotten my hint.

“Let me say something first, Mom.”

“Okay.”

“Mom, I love you with all my heart. Know and understand that I will always be your daughter and foal till I die.” She stared at me with a mixed expression. “But I’ve given up. I want to die, but I’m not going to unless by accident. So to survive, I have to give in and let him consume me with pain, suffering and misery. To do that, I need you and dad to leave me here with him alone.”

“What?”

“I need you to go live without me. Forget about me and have a new foal to replace me so you’ll be able to move on. I realize now that trying to keep you both close to me was a very big mistake.”

“I.” I kissed her on her lips, stopping her.

“Mom, every second I see you and Dad, I’m dying on the inside, scared that you might not be breathing the next second or I might do something stupid. It’s like whatever is rotting inside me is going to claw its way out of me. Please, I’m begging you, forgive and forget me so that I can be happy. So I don’t have to be scared.” I smiled and tears went down her face. She hugged me. Oddly enough her touch burned worse than any hot iron.

“I could never forget you, but if leaving is what could make you happy in this nightmare, then I'll do it. Your father and I will leave before anything more happens.” I hugged her. “I love you and always will. Never forget that.”

“I won’t. Tell Dad I love him, and I’m sorry for what I asked on the train. Also, send a letter so I know you’re safe.” I went to her hear. “Write the word CMC when you know you’re safe.” She kissed my head and smiled as she got out, leaving me in the water. She dried off and left, leaving me alone. I relaxed and smiled while floating in silence. I closed my eyes as the water rocked me back and forth.

“Enjoying yourself?” My mind snapped back reality.

“Yes Master.”

“Good.”

“I would like my parents to leave and live elsewhere.” He paused as I looked at him standing by the door. “Please, don’t kill them or harm them.”

“If that’s what you want, I'll leave them be so long as they leave us be.”

“I have a feeling we won’t be a problem.”

“Very well. I'll make sure they are well suited and comfortable.” I got out of the bath, and he dried me off with his magic. I looked at him grinning. I went over to him, and he bent down to let me kiss him. I went up to him and he sat down grabbing me. He hugged me.

“Thank you.” I said smiling.

“So what do you want to do? We still have a few hours before we should rest. Dinner might be a good idea.”

“Master, can you just hold me for a little longer? When you’re like this, I feel so safe, and it lets me know that you love me.”

“That’s fine, but the bed will be more comfortable.” I nodded, and we went to the bed. I jumped onto the bed as he ogled my tail, before reaching out with his hoof and feeling it. He paused and then bent down rubbing his face in it. My tail twitched, making me look at him. He grinned. My tail was rather soft. I had gotten that from my mom and my soft wings from my father.

“Hey, I’m up here, you tail-loving stallion.” He chuckled as I laid onto my back. He moved up, kissing me and making me spread my wings. I paused noticing my wings were considerably longer than ever before. Even in the few weeks since I started being able to fly, they had grown several inches. They were about one and a half times bigger. For my small body it was twice my body’s length and just enough to wrap them around Master’s front in a wide hug.

“Oh, those feathers.” Master said rubbing my wings

“Take as many as you like.” I extended a few, and he frowned.

“No, I like them better on you.” He hugged me tighter, snuggling with me. I pressed my face against his chest as he sat up to hold me. “Plus, you’re perfectly comfortable as you are.” I licked his chest, and he smiled. He nuzzled my neck and joy washed through me. My wings folded back, and he rolled around with me on the bed before stopping and hugging me very tightly. I giggled, laying on top of him.

“Master, I love you.” He kissed me and nuzzled me more.

“I love you, too Scootaloo.” A knock at the door stopped him.

“Master,” Al said, his voice came through a hole by the door. “Dinner is ready, and should I have the carriage ready?”

“Yes.” Master said.

“Which one?” Al inquired.

“The shiny carriage.” He looked at me, and I bit my lip. He had was being fun and kind. I wasn’t going to second guess him now. “We’ll be going to the play after we eat, and do you have a new pair of Scootaloo’s clothes?”

“Yes, they are by the door.”

“Good.”

“I'll have the carriage and everything readied.”

“Great.”

“Can he hear us normally?” I whispered.

“Yes, there’s a pipe in the wall that allows him to talk to us or hear us, but I can close it so he can’t. I don’t mind if he knows. He’s never seen my dark deeds. Not many have, but he knows who I am and how to act.” I kissed Master, and we made out till he forced us to stop. Both of us were short on air, breathing heavily.

“Master if we keep kissing, we’re going to be late for what you want to do.” He stared at me, and I licked his lips all the way up his cheek.

“It’s hard stopping. You’re everything I want and more. Your beautiful, cute, playful, loving, smart, kind, and overall remind me of everything I loved about my daughter, wife and mother.” He kissed me, and I smiled, blushing. “Tell me you love me again. I always enjoy hearing those words ringing in my ears.”

“I love you.” He grinned as I went to his ear. “I love you, Master.” He kissed my side, and I giggling a bit. “You’re a great stallion, Master.” I smiled. But he surprisingly frowned. Fear went through me like lightning knives, locking my joints painfully. I gasped upon realizing Master’s horn was glowing. “Is something wrong Master?” I asked quickly and scared.

“Those words just rubbed me the wrong way.”

“Oh.” I said shaking as the pain increased. “T-they are true-but-I won’t say them if you don’t want me to.”

“Good.” His horn stopped glowing making the pain go away.

“I love you.” He smiled again, and I relaxed. I had forgotten for only a moment that he could flip like a switch. Just one wrong word could hurt, but I didn’t care. Master loved me, and that’s all that mattered. “Master, I think you’re hungry.”

“What would make you…?” His stomach rumbled, making him look down.

“I could feel it.” He chuckled and put me onto his back with his magic. I hugged him and smiled. He went off the bed, and I went to get off him. He stopped me.

“Stay. Also, you never need to wear clothes while in my home.”

“Yes, Master.” I licked behind his ear. We went to dining room and maids gasped on seeing me naked with my marks showing clearly and cleanly. It made them clearly nervous and scared. He sat me next to him on a chair at the dining table. I smiled seeing the bare walls around us. It was nice not to be belittled by things.

“Sir!” Al almost shouted. Master looked at him, then at the maids next to the kitchen doors to our right. “Why does Scootaloo have, um have your family crest branded into her back?”

“I’m glad you noticed.” He chuckled. “It’s there because she’s mine.” I smiled. “I own her, and she loves it. Isn’t that right, Scootaloo?” I blushed.

“Yes, Master.” Al went a little faint along with all the maids in the room.

“Sir, not to be rude or inconsiderate, but is it wise to do that with a-a filly? What if she goes to the guards or the papers? That could, well, mar your family name for generations to come.”

“Scootaloo, tell me are you going to tell any pony?” I looked down.

“No, Master. I would never.”

“Now don’t lie to me.” He grabbed my snout with an invisible magic wire. He turned my head toward his face. “I want you to answer me.” He growled. I shivered, scared as the wire cut into my skin like a saw.

“No, Master.” I choked out as blood ran down my face. “I would never.” He released me, and I looked down breathing hard. I bit my trembling lip. I quickly pressed my snout trying to stop the bleeding. I held back tears. Master was making a point, but it really didn’t matter. He didn’t need to make it to them.

“See.” All of them had horrified expressions, and they stared at him. Sig was the first to snap out of it. She brought me a rag. I wiped my face of my blood. “Scootaloo loves me deeply, isn’t that right.”

“Of, course Master. I'll always love you.” I hugged him, making sure not to get blood on him. He smiled, hugging me back. I wiped my snout till it stopped bleeding. “Um, when is dinner going to come? Master’s rather hungry.” Al stared at me shocked.

“Right away, little Miss.” Sig said, going into the kitchen. All the rest stood in silence staring.

“What play did you want to see?” I asked, and Master looked at me. He frowned using his hoof to move my head checking my face.

“Once you look presentable, then we will go. After we eat of course.” I nodded even though he ignored my question. Sig brought out our food, setting it down with Al helping her. I ate very slowly, savoring each and every bite. Or rather because chewing was painful. “Well, that was rather good.” Master said, finishing his meal. “Scootaloo, once you’re done eating. I want you presentable and dressed. Sig, you should help her since you seem to be the only one that has been able to do your job. The rest of you should take note.”

“Yes sir.” They all said.

“I have work in my office. I expect you to be in the carriage and waiting in no more than fifteen minutes Scootaloo.”

“Yes, Master.” He got up and left the room. I finished eating after a few minutes. I got up and followed Sig as she lead me to a powder room. A real one. The room’s sole purpose was one huge makeup kit. I had heard about these before, but never been in one. I sat down on the chair and looked around at the makeup. I reached for a few, pulling out the right colors and blends setting them down.

“Here, I can help you.” I turned my chair to Sig.

“Thank you.” She had a sorry expression. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m sorry, Miss.”

“I’m Scootaloo, not Miss.”

“Right.” I sighed. She used a bit on me stinging my wounds. “I should ask. Has he touched you?”

“Don’t ask questions you really don’t want the answers to, and the next time you ask a question, look at me and my body, and then ask.” She bit her lip. “Master is…Master.” I looked down “I don’t disobey Master, and he loves me even when it hurts.”

“I-yes Scootaloo.”

“Scoot or Scoots is also fine.” She just had a look of pity for me. She felt so badly for me, that my tone was the last thing she cared for. She finished with the makeup, and I smiled, wincing at the still stinging pain.

“Well Scoots, you’re done with makeup. Do you want me to do your sides?”

“Just my clothes, please.” She smirked playfully.

“Please? I thought I was your maid, not your Master.” I paused trembling.

“Please-please don’t make this hard for me.” My voice cracked, and her blood ran cold, making her go pale. Tears brimming in her eyes and she cleared her throat.

“I-I apologize. Right away.” She went out of the room, and I sighed. She came back a few minutes later. I got dressed, went outside, and sat down inside the carriage.

Author's Note

also special thanks to Midnight Legend for editing!