A few of them struggled, but it was pointless against their chains. Two guards went up to number five; the fire starter. He was unchained and dragged away from the other prisoners. The pony bit and struggled, but to no avail.

Four guards shot a large thick wooden pole into the ground and they tied him to the pole, then started putting wood around his hooves. He started shouting for help and other things before weeping loudly as the guards sprayed liquid onto the wood.

“Act respectful, and do not do more than acquaint,” a guard to our left said. I turned seeing the three ponies that we had released. They came over to us.

Going first the pregnant mare came forward.“Thank you,” she said, bowing.

“I ask that you to watch the show,” Master said turning to her. “Know that being pregnant won’t save you next time. You can leave.” She nodded and left quickly. The next two came over to us and I eyed them slightly.

“Thank you for sparing me,” number two said. He bowed and I looked out at the red pony on the stake screaming for help.

“You’re supposed to dismiss him since you freed him,” Al-Asitis said.

“Oh, sorry, you can go,” I said, smiling lightly. He froze for only a moment before turning and leaving the stand. Number nine walked up and bowed slightly. For some reason he had an odd grace to him. Something felt off.

“Why did you save me?” He asked and our eyes connected.

“You are to say thank you, nothing more!” The guard shouted.

“I need to know!” He stepped forward and two guards teleported in front of him putting spears in an X in front of him stopping him.

“Stand down,” Al-Asitis said and the guards disappeared. The silver unicorn went forward ending up only a breath away from my face. I shuttered back slightly on Master’s back, but not enough to fall off.

“Tell me please.”

“Well?” Master asked.

“You remind me of my pet Balai. She’s also a silver unicorn.” His eyes drifted down as he frowned slightly. “You can go.”

“I'll repay this debt, I promise,” the silver unicorn said as he turned and left. Much like Kila, that pony left a sour taste in my mouth.

“Oh it’s starting.” Master’s magic made my head turn as a guard tossed a torch onto the wood around the red pony and it easily lit on fire. The pony started screaming louder as the flames began to spread, which at first seemed normal. It was when the flames started rolling up his hind legs, cooking him in a blue flame, that I realized something wasn’t right.

The flames started to take shapes like tentacles and I turned seeing two unicorn guards in gold armor controlling the flames. My eyes went wide as the fire wrapped around the pony like a snake twisting around it’s prey. I covered my ears as the pony’s screams filled the air and tears went down my face.

“Oh, not enjoying the show?” Al-Asitis asked.

“No,” I said, not able to turn away because of Master’s magic.

“Well it’s not every day you get to see a fire starter executed,” Al-Asitis said, grinning as the screams grew louder. “You see, the fire isn’t as hot as a normal open flame. It’s only about half of a normal fire. It allows it to be molded into shapes. It’s a truly wonderful sight. Not only that, but it doesn’t cut the pain off like with a normal fire. While it does cook, it doesn’t kill the nerves. You feel everything as it roasts you to the bone. It can take a whole day before you burn to death.” I trembled.

The fire tentacles spread out making several of them. Two wrapped around the bottom of the pony’s hind legs and spun charring just an inch off the pony’s hooves. His weight caused the burnt part to turn to ash and force him to stand on his burned bones.

It was like the fire became water washing over the pony’s body burning away all of his fur and hair. It then went away from his body. His tears evaporated as the fire became drills and started to drill into his belly, but moved sideways as if following a pattern.

He relieved himself only to have it become black steam. The drills stopped pulling back and his belly skin fell off like a flap showing his burned insides. Boils finally started to form all over his skin.

The blood filled boils then started to pop, blowing holes through his skin like small explosives. Master grinned watching, but I had to hold down my lunch. The fire moved going into several holes and slowly cutting under the pony’s skin, detaching it from his muscles and his body’s fat.

A guard walked over and the flame moved out of his way allowing him to grab it with a hook and pull. A dry ripping noise filled the air as the pony was skinned in one pull. I shivered whimpering.

“Please, Master, don’t make me watch this.”

“Don’t ask again,” Master growled and I nodded.

The guard threw the pelt onto the wood and it started to burn. The fire changed becoming needles with a long piece of thread behind it. I cringed as it started sewing a spiral from the base of the pony’s hind leg up his thigh. Another needle worked the other leg going up and sewing a long spiral up the pony’s body up to his neck.

His body convulsed. If it were not for the fact I could see his look of horror and hear his screams. I would have thought he had passed out, but he was completely awake! Tentacles of fire started wiggling out of his muscles like worms.

The stomach was the first organ to fall out of his body and hang. It soon pulled others out and landed on the wood cooking. A magic aura seemed to hold his vital organs inside, keeping him alive.

When the fire changed to a normal flame color he looked up at the sky mouthing, “Thank you.” His muscles then started to melt off his bones. I shivered wanting to look away as the fire caused his muscles to slowly melt them, and start to travel up his body.

His organs didn’t melt, they were still protected by a magic aura. His eyes popped after a few minutes and turned to pus. His bones finally gave out and shattered. His remains slid into the fire, at last allowing him to die.

“Wonderful!” Al-Asitis cheered. The crowd stomped and cheered along with Master. I stared at them in horror and shock. How? How could they do this and enjoy it? That was by far the most horrific thing I had ever seen, yet they loved it.

“Master I need to go to the restroom.”

“Hold it.”

“Master, my stomach isn’t going to listen.” He got up.

“You have five minutes before the next,” Al-Asitis said grinning. Master nodded and walked past the guards, going down and then going behind the stand to a room. He opened the door, letting us inside. It was a tile bathroom. I jumped off his back and run over to the toilet throwing up.

He chuckled, closing the door. “Everything alright?” I looked at him and looked back down throwing up. “So I repulse you do I?” I flushed the toilet and went over to the sink and washed out my mouth. “You didn’t answer me,” he sang. He came up behind me and I spit out the water wiping my mouth with a rag on a ring. I took in a breath and sighed.

“Master why do you like killing?” I turned to him and he stared at me for a moment thinking.

“Because it feels good.” He went forward and I backed up into the wall on impulse, making him frown. My legs gave out forcing me to sit down and I looked down. He sat down in front of me and pushed me flat against the wall. I grabbed his hoof and kissed it rubbing my face with it. He moved forward kissing my neck. A smile spread across my lips, I fell back onto the ground and moved my tail back and forth.

“Master.” He moved back and laid his head on my belly. I grunted. “Master you’re not supposed to do that when I move my tail.” He rolled his eyes.

“If I did that, it’d take us a good twenty minutes to finish and clean up. We’d miss most of the executions.”

“Oh,” I said biting my lip slightly.

“And we’re going to watch them.” He got up and then lifted me up with his magic, setting me onto his back. I sighed and buried my face into his mane.

“Master please, I don’t want to.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

“Yes Master,” I said looking away from him. He frowned and sighed taking me off his back and laying me back first on the floor.

“You just had to say that didn’t you?” He laid down and leaned forward sliding his snout under my shirt and kissing my belly making me giggle. “If you’re that needy I'll help you. We still have a few minutes.”

“Master, we should go back. We can always do this later, and I’m not trying to be needy. Just please don’t make me watch.”

“You want a lot don’t you!?” He nearly shouted, standing up. “First sex then you want to not watch! You were the one that wanted to come!” He slammed his hoof near my head making me flinch. “I told you that this would be brutal! You told me you wanted to go! Are you trying to piss me off!?” Master was right, he had given me a choice of going or not. I pulled his muzzle down and kissed him making him lay back down. However I turned to the side before he could use his tongue. “Open your mouth.” He growled unhappily slamming his hooves.

“Master remember why we came in here.”

He growled standing up. “You’re just in a mood today, aren’t you!?” He grabbed my mussle making me look at him. “You just want to screw with me today, don’t you!? Not only that, but I was so kind as to give you those vetoes. Are you trying to spit in my face!” I swallowed, I hadn’t thanked him.

“Thank—” He slapped me, making my head snap to the right as blood sprayed the wall to the left of me. I coughed as blood ran down my face.

“You only think to say thank you now!” He shouted. Tears went down my face and I looked at him. My body trembled in fear making him kiss my neck. “Maybe we should take a break.” His eyes drifted down for a moment before grinning. “No, I don’t want to miss the show, and neither will you.” A fear crawled across my body.

Master got up and floated me onto his back. Water floated over cleaning my cheek and bandages from his pocket wrapped it, stopping the bleeding. He then walked out and we went back up to the stands by Al-Asitis.

“Everything alright?” Al-Asitis asked. Master laid down so his left side was facing the arena.

“Yes, I’d like to buy an execution.”

“It’s been a long time, are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Very well, which one?” Master looked through the glass and there were six left. Al-Asitis smiled when I looked at him.

“Number one.”

The king chuckled slightly, grinning widely. “He will cost fifteen thousand, are you sure?”

“Yes.” Al-Asitis nodded and shot a blue bolt into the air and it made a number one. A few guards grabbed the gray earth pony unchaining him. He started to fight them, but it only made one of them snap the pony’s foreleg like a twig. The pony screamed as they dragged him and Master pulled out a golden check writing onto it and giving it to Al-Asitis. The gray pony was brought up after a few minutes and chained down to a seat next to us.

“I’m assuming you want to enjoy your slaughter after,” Al-Asitis asked.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to miss the show.” They both laughed.

I stared at the gray pony slightly and he was crying worse than when he was chained to the pole down below. I looked at his right foreleg and it was at an odd angle. It had clearly been broken.

“You’ll get to enjoy that one soon enough Scootaloo,” Master whispered into my ear making me shiver. Master’s magic forced me to look away from him and to the other’s still in the arena. The fire had been cleaned up and a new contraption was in its place.

Two guards grabbed number three; the brown earth pony. The rapist. He struggled as they dragged him over. The contraption was some kind of heavy metal ring with four hoof clamps, two above and two below. The guards forced the pony’s hooves into each of them and they clamped shut. Blood rolled down the pony’s legs as he shouted in pain.

A needle floated in the air as a unicorn guard walked over with a large quiver of yard long thin needles on his back. The floating needle aimed and pressed the needle’s sharp point to the brown pony’s thigh.

The pony started struggling as the needle easily slid through his skin and muzzle going out the other side. The guard chuckled before pulling out other needles and slowly sliding them one by one through the pony, making sure not to hit any vital spots.

I whimpered and Master picked me up off his back setting me next to him. He pulled me close to him so I was under his left foreleg so I could still see. He started kissing my neck as he made me watch. His hoof rubbed my side and I cringed. A pillow floated over and went under my chin and allowed me to rest my head and still watch.

When the guard ran out of needles he pushed a button and the contraption turned onto its side and the brown pony hovered over the ground screaming. My hair stood on edge as the contraption lowered very slowly causing the dozens of needles to start sliding back through the pony. A small bit of blood pooled around the needles touching the ground, but it was far from enough to kill him, just making him dizzy from slight blood loss.

Once he reached the ground the contraption lifted back up and proceeded to go the other way sending them back through him. Each trip down took about five minutes before repeating the action over and over again.

“Snacks?” Balai asked. She walked over to us and Master’s magic faded, allowing me to look up at her. She was floating a tray of food with her magic. Master took an apple and floated it to my mouth. I bit into it and swallowed. He fed me the whole apple and then had me wash it down with a cup grape juice.

He gave it back to her and Master turned back me to me, and kissed me. I kissed him back, getting a sweet metal taste. I pulled back realizing it was blood. He pulled me back kissing him and I relaxed. His tongue was bleeding and he was feeding me blood for some reason. He turned me over onto my back and kept kissing me.

“Master?” I asked, breathing lightly and staring into his eyes. He smiled and kissed my neck making my head turn back to the pony. The guards moved and planted new needles into the ground as the pony turned over.

The pony screamed as the new needles slowly started sliding through him as the heavy metal contraption pushed down. The guards started adding needle after needle to the other side before the contraption got to the reverse cycle.

Master chuckled, moving my shirt, but not letting me look away. He started kissing gently and I started breathing hard. As if the air suddenly became denser. After the guards ran out of non-vital places to run through with spears they reset the machine making it go back into the default position standing the pony up.

A guard started ripping the needles out sending blood across the floor. The brown pony threw up blood after one was pulled from his gut. The guards removed enough to give them access to the pony’s front.

One of the guards pulled out a knife and went up to the pony. The guard started pricking around the stallion-hood, cutting into it. He screamed as the guard slowly started pulling back the skin. His sack spilled out blood as his balls hung by some red veins. The guard removed the rest of the pony’s sheath.

Another guard gave a pair of pliers to the first guard which grasped the pony’s stallion-hood tip and ripped it clean off. The guard used the knife to cut the dick off at the base and then rip the balls off. A white hot poker flew over and burned close any bleeding wounds and the artery they had cut.

The guard with the knife gave the other guard the balls. A small needle with thread floated up as the guard with the balls stuffed them down the pony’s throat. They forced his mouth closed with their magic. He began sewing the pony’s lips shut as the other guard put the cut off stallion-hood onto a metal lightly needled pole.

He shoved it up the pony’s plot making blood run down his hind legs as his body twitched from pain. The second guard stopped sewing and used the knife to cut at the edges of the pony’s mouth. Then he started forcing the pony to chew.

A bat floated over and slammed against the pony’s belly causing the pony’s stallion-hood to rip deep inside him. He screamed and ripped the stitching. The guard started beating the pony till he screamed so much that all the stitches ripped out and the corners of his mouth ripped open, spraying blood and pieces of ball out of his mouth.

The brown pony threw up more blood as the first guard shoved the pony’s stallion-hood all the way up into the pony’s stomach. The guard then started to swirl around inside the pony ripping out the pony’s stallion-hood, having only a few pieces of flesh still attached to it. I shivered having a hard time keeping my snack down.

They laughed as they started pulling out the yard long needles throwing them to the ground. The first guard smiled as he ripped out the last needle. They then looked up at Al-Asitis and Master made me look at Al-Asitis.

The crowd booed loudly making the arena shake and Al-Asitis shook his head. My head turned back and the guard turned picking up a needle with his magic. He shot it clean through the pony’s skull finally killing him. Master’s grip gave out letting my head go, and I looked at him grinning happily.

“I see you enjoyed that one,” Master said noticing I was warmer and he started kissing me. I didn’t like it, but with Master kissing me. My body was betraying me again, and it was liking things it really shouldn’t.

“Y-yes Master.” He kissed me and I slid my hooves into his vest pockets pulling Master close to me.

“Enjoying yourselves a bit much?” Al-Asitis asked.

“And you’re not?” Master asked, looking up. Al-Asitis paused and looked at the two mares next to him. “Or are you feeling left out because I can abuse my mare and still get her turned on?” Al-Asitis snorted frowning. He grabbed one of his mares pulling her close to him and she grunted.

“Please sire, not so rough,” she pled lightly. Master chuckled making Al-Asitis look as us. Master pressed my chest painfully hard and tears went down my face. Much to everypony’s surprise I pushed Master forcing him onto his back hard onto the ground.

“If you wanted to play Master, all you needed to do was ask.” His eyes went wide as I started kissing his belly and he quickly got up pinning me down gently, but faster than I could blink.

“Not in public,” he growled. My forelegs wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to me. His body loosened and let me pull him tight against my body warming me. Without a doubt in my mind Master was enjoying this, but he pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against mine.

“Anything you want, Master.” My hind legs rubbed Master’s side, and I looked at Al-Asitis and his two mares, which were staring dumbfounded. “Enjoying the show?” I asked and Master kissed my neck tickling me.

“I can’t say I am,” Al-Asitis said frowning, and I giggled.

“I was asking your two mares.” They both blushed and he looked at them as they looked away from Al-Asitis.

“Not touching your mares?” Master asked getting up and cold rushed over me making me shiver. Knowing I would get punished I stopped myself from grabbing Master as he went over to Al-Asitis. “Or are you waiting for another stallion to take their breath away?” Master whispered into Al-Asitis’s ear.

Al-Asitis eyed Master. “Oh, and you think you could do better?”

“I'll only say three little words,” Master said and Al-Asitis smiled.

“Wager?” Al-Asitis asked.

“Sounds good.”

“Him,” Al-Asitis said and smirked as he pointed at the pony that Master had just bought from the execution.

“And if I win?”

“I'll owe you a favor.”

Master laughed. “Deal.” Master went up to the other mare and ran his hoof up her spin making her cringe looking at Master. “Scootaloo, lick her.” Shock went across the mare’s face and Al-Asitis groaned.

“Fucking hell!” he shouted.

“You didn’t set rules,” Master sang happily.

“Fine if she can in two minutes, then deal.”

“Sounds fair, Scootaloo.” A guard gave Al-Asitis a stop watch and I stood up. “Show her your tongue.” Nervously I swallowed and walked over to the mare, she blushed looking at Al-Asitis for a second pleadingly. She fell back as I pushed her back and allowing me access. A bit of shock went through me seeing her completely untouched.

“Well start,” Al-Asitis said. Letting out a breath I relaxed and leant forward smelling her softly. She didn’t have a scent like Master or Dash. Heck even my parents had a better scent. I didn’t particularly like black cherry, it wasn’t bad, but not good either, but not to my tastes. My breath made her moist as my warm breath tickled against her. He clicked the timer and I rolled my eyes annoyed.

“You need to learn a word,” I said aggravated.

“And what’s that?” Al-Asitis asked irritated.

“Foreplay.” I kissed the mare’s bulb and she writhed in sensation contorting her face in shock. “At least try to make her want it.” I lightly nicked her folds gently and she cringed. My snout went deeper inside her allowing me easier access to her insides. It was almost too easy to find her puffy tender spots having not been touched in probably ages.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned as she finished spraying my tongue. Al-Asitis clicked the watch looking at it and let his head fall knowing I had won easily. Master took the stop watch and I smiled as I cleaned up.

“Fifteen seconds,” Master said grinning giving the watch back to the guard. “That is very impressive.” Her breasts were so soft, letting me bury my face between them enjoying the plush feeling. “Well that was a fun bet.”

Al-Asitis rolled his eyes. “Double or nothing.”

“Nope, I played my advantage. Now I know I can’t win, so I’m not going to play.”

Much to the kings dismay he knew he was beat, he groaned. “Fine, you win this time, but next time you won’t be so lucky.”

Picking me up with magic, Master took me back over to his spot. He laid me on my back before laying back down and putting his forelegs on either side of me. Some apple juice floated over forcing me to drink, washing away the taste which I thoughtfully washed my mouth with. Master wiped my mouth as I finished, licking my lips. Master kissed me wrapping our tongues together in a small moist delight.

Master moved kissing my neck making me giggle. As he smiled Master lay his head down on me. My hooves rubbed the sides of his neck staring at his eyes. He closed his eyes smelling under my shirt, and grinned kissing my belly making me grunt lightly at the pleasurable feeling.

“Oh they’re starting.” Quickly I turned and looked out. The guards had set up a pink pegasus and two green pegasus fillies at a table chained down. They grabbed number six the yellow earth pony dragging him forward. They had a long metal stake and large open fire standing not far from the pegasus.

Two guards held him as another guard lifted the stake with magic. They slowly started sliding the metal pole down his throat. He gagged and struggled, but after a minute the stake stopped and he screamed. As it was thrust deeper.

The guards carefully maneuvered the stake ending up with it on the other end of the of the pony, a bit of blood came out, but not much. I shuttered as the pegasus guards picked up either side of the stake. Ropes went around his hooves and tied his fore hooves above his head and the bottom ones below stopping his struggling.

A pair of guards went over setting up poles with a split at the end allowing the pegasus to set the pony over the fire setting the ends of the pole in between the split ends. His fur barely singed as a unicorn guard hooked a handle on the end and used his magic to start to turn the stake slowly.

His tears evaporated as they hit the burning coals of the fire. Though after a while a guard went over with a knife using his magic and poked the yellow pony’s flank. He cut it slightly and frowned seeing that the skin wasn’t even close to cooked. The guard looked up at us and Al-Asitis looked around.

Al-Asitis looked around and the crowd stomped and Al-Asitis nodded. The poles went lower, lowering the pony closer to the fire. He began to rotate yet again. This time his fur easily burned off cooking his skin after a few minutes, and this time he was only half a yard away from the fire.

He screamed on the poll shaking somewhat, but unable to move as his body slowly cooked. After a few minutes the guard once again cut the pony’s flank showing a very well done piece of cooked meat.

Another unicorn came over floating plates and the other guard began cutting off large pieces of meat putting it onto the plate. My insides turned once again as the other guard brought the plates over to the pegasus chained at the table.

“Enjoy,” the guard said setting down some kind of bottle of black liquid. “And remember the more you eat, the faster it’ll end. You can end his suffering. You have throw up buckets next to you.” The guard chuckled and the family stared at him as the yellow pegasus was raised from the fire. They family looked down and the fillies looked at their mother. I shivered staring.

“Eat quickly,” the mother said and she took the bottle pouring the liquid onto the piece of meat with a clear cutie mark of a piece of wood and ax. She drowned the piece and a few bottles floated over to the table.

She took the first bite and stared at the piece savoring the taste for a moment before eating the piece quickly. She finished and poured the liquid onto the other pieces for her fillies and they started to cry.

“Stop crying,” the mother cooled begging slightly.

“But we don’t want to eat daddy!” One of them shouted and my stomach turned. “Please let daddy go!” The other one screamed standing up and a guard’s horn lit up strapping the filly down and opening her mouth.

“Wait!” the mother shouted struggling.

“She will eat or it will be stuffed down her throat!” the guard threatened.

“She will! Just, give me a minute, please!”

“You have a minute.” The guard released the crying filly.

“Please sweetie, you need to eat. We don’t have a choice, and we need to do this quickly so daddy is put out of his misery.”

“But we don’t want to!” the filly screamed.

“You love daddy right?” The filly nodded. “Then don’t make this last longer than it needs to be. Please.”

“Well?” the guard asked and she frowned.

“They’ll eat.” The plates were moved closer to the fillies and they whimpered, but started to eat.

After each piece was finished a guard would cut and bring another piece. After a pound of meat the family would throw it up only to eat more and throw it up again. It took nearly an half an hour before they completely cut away and ate half of the stallion. The whole family was breathing hard looking at another plate of meat.

“Fuck!” a guard shouted. Everypony turned looking at the unicorn guard floating knife with his magic. A pegasus guard checked the pony’s pulse.

“He’s dead,” the pegasus growled at the unicorn. Mixed cheers and boos filled the air from the crowd.

“Oh that’s bad luck,” Al-Asitis said and his voice echoed. “If the wife can eat and stomach the cock then they can go without finishing the rest.”

The pegasus bit onto the hilt of the knife, snatching it from the unicorn’s magic. Another guard floated up a plate as he cut off the stallion’s dick. The plate floated over to the mother and she whimpered staring at it.

Her fillies stared at their mother. All three of them sickened by the meat and other fluids they were forced to consume. She glanced down at the plate in front of her. The dick was mostly cooked, but there was still a bit of blood coming out.

As she reached for a bottle with her wing a guard stopped her. They looked up. Al-Asitis nodded and the guard moved. She covered the cock in the liquid. It was either unlucky or lucky that it wasn’t that big. Allowing her to stomach the whole piece and the whole arena watched closely as she fought to keep it down.

Master leaned forward slightly as she choked on it but let out a breath grabbing the bottle of liquid and drank it down. She burped wiping her mouth with a rag. A guard went over and she opened her mouth showing it was gone.

The crowd cheered, stomping loudly and the arena shook. The guards unchained all of them and lead them out as they started cleaning. Master licked my mane making me tense and he kissed me as I looked at him.

Master stopped and kissed my neck. His being seemed to consume my body as his wonderful scent filled my lungs. A closeness to him felt almost intoxicating. With a simple push Master turned me over on my belly allowing me to lay down properly on my stomach. My head laid down onto the seat as he set his head on my back taking in my scent with a seeming drug like intent. I let out a warm breath as my insides turned burning feverously, wanting more than his scent in me.

“Maasstteerr,” I begged breathlessly. Master kissed my back smelling my other strong scent.

“After, then we can.”

“Yes, Master,” I said looking down.

His hoof made me look at him. “You’re not getting out of this that easily.” My coat slid against the padded seat as Master kissed me, and I turned onto my side not to strain my neck to kiss him. We made out until Al-Asitis cleared his throat loudly. We looked at him and I paused having only for a moment forgotten where I was. Remembering where we were caused my cheeks to blush.

“It’s starting,” Al-Asitis said, visibly on edge. It was easily seen, by either Al-Asitis’s sweaty coat or the fact he was covering himself, but he was having a hard time controlling himself watching Master and me. Even one of his slaves were pressing up against him clearly ready.

“Thank you,” Master said regaining his own mind.

We looked out at the arena once again. They grabbed the green mare from her post and she didn’t struggle as they took her over to a large wooden table strapping her down. Master turned making me turn as well. A pegasus guard walked over to Al-Asitis giving him a few pieces of paper.

Al-Asitis looked through them. “Wait,” Al-Asitis said and his voice echoed. The guards down in the arena looked up at him stopping. “The slave request of the guards passed. That mare is a guard doll, take her out of the arena.” Her eyes lit up in relief as they started unstrapping her from the table.

The two guards grabbed her taking her out of the arena through a gate. The guards came back a minute later. They set up a large metal X removing the table before they went over to the blue pegasus grabbing him. He struggled, but it was pointless as they dragged him over to the large metal X strapping him to it.

A table on wheels was rolled over to the guards by another guard. My eyes quaked seeing several saws and other tools that were not meant for this. Then again, I frowned slightly remembering those tools were on Master’s wall.

They put a gag into the pony’s mouth and the pegasus guard picked up the rusty saw blade. Number seven closed his eyes as the pegasus guard brought it to the pony’s right foreleg hoof tip. The guard grinned as he started sawing, making the pony’s body shake from the vibrations.

Inch by inch, the guard sawed off pieces. Carving off slices from the leg making the pony try to fight, but it was pointless. Number seven wasn’t bleeding out, and each slice took a while to complete.

The pony screamed as inch by inch the guard carved off slices of the pony’s leg, making sure to not cause him to bleed out early or die early like the other pony. However once the leg was finally cut clean off, the guard set down the saw blade and grabbed a pair of scissors. My wings tucked in feeling an odd tingle.

Without a moment of hesitation the guard started clipping the feathers off right, cutting deep into the veins. The pony tried moving the wing, but it was tied down. The guard grinned seeing the clipped feathers spurting a bit of blood out from each tip. Setting down the scissors, he picked up pliers. The guard clamped onto each feather and the pony shook his head as the guard ripped each one out.

The pony’s body convulsed as the wing was plucked leaving a large bloody stump dripping blood to the dirt on the ground. Laughter filled the air as he picked up a cleaver. A flash of light from the cleaver made me squint for a moment as it was brought down cutting the tip of the stump off .

Number seven shook biting the gag harder crying. Then it dawned on me, I looked at Master realizing he had forgotten to force me to watch. With an almost eerie glow, Master was grinning widely.

A smile couldn’t help but spread across my lips seeing him so happy. Then another realization hit me. His expression was just like mine when I was watching a really cool scooter trick. He didn’t watch this stuff because he had to, but because he honestly enjoyed it. The thought made me giggle and I quickly looked back out as he looked at me finally noticing me staring at him.

“Pay attention,” he whispered and I bit my lip smiling. Master looked back out, and I did as well even though he didn’t force me to. The guard now had a knife and was cutting into the pony’s foreleg down to the bone. With his wing the guard reached inside and grabbed the bone and ripped it out, partly deboning the foreleg.

Tossing the bone, he reached back inside grabbing another large bone and ripping it out and tossing it. The guard unstrapped the foreleg playing around with it like a limp piece of meat slapping the pegasus a few times and the nearby guards laughed.

“Why are you hitting yourself,” the guard joked. A bit of the crowd laughed at the bad joke. Master just smirked.

Once the guard had his fun he stopped. Grabbing the clever again he started cutting off bits of the deboned foreleg. The guard never went straight with the cuts, always going at different angles.

The last piece of the deboned foreleg fell to the floor, and the guard set the cleaver down to pick up stakes and a hammer off the table that was rolled over to him. Muffled screams filled the air as the guard started to pound the stakes into each feather on his remaining wing.

My gaze drifted back to Master and he was absorbed in watching once again. Too absorbed to notice me smiling at him. His glowing gave me a good feeling. As I buried my face into his chest and he looked at me.

“I love you Master. Thank you for taking me to this. I’m sorry if I was acting badly. I love you.” It was unknown to me how he felt, but I hope it made him happy. Quickly I looked back out and he stared at me.

Upon grabbing the stakes, the guard pulling on them and ripped out the feathers. After a few minutes I stared off slightly as to not watch it directly. Without being forced to watch, I stared at the table of tools trying my best not to stare as the guard deboned the pony and then removed organs.

Even though I didn’t want to look, it was still interesting to watch on some level. I had never really considered what a pony looked like on the inside. Plus with Master wanting me to watch I didn’t turn away.

Finally the guard started chopping the pony to pieces to kill him. Other guards came over and started cleaning up. A feeling unnerved me and I looked back at Master which was staring at me. Blush went across my face and he smiled kindly.

“Well,” Al-Asitis said and we didn’t look at him. Master chuckled kissing my neck making me giggle. “She really does love you doesn’t she?”

“Do you love me, Scootaloo?” Master asked as he kissed lower moving my shirt and kissing my belly.

“With everything that I am, Master.”

Grinning, Master nuzzled my belly and I kissed his forehead. “We can do this later,” Master said sighing and I pulled him up kissing him.

“Of course Master.”

However a fast wind made me close my eyes for a second as a pegasus landed quickly going to Al-Asitis and whispering something. Al-Asitis frowned clearly not happy about the news. “Are you sure?” Al-Asitis asked.

“Yes, sire.”

“Very well, inform the guards to do the dip.” The pegasus nodded flying down to the arena and talking to the guards.

“Need I worry?” Master asked.

“No, it’s not important. I just will have to speed up this last one.”

“Anything you need?”

“No, it is not of concern.”

“Very well.” The guards cleaned up after a few minutes and brought out two massive cauldrons. One of a white liquid and another of molten gold.

“Oh, Scootaloo.” I looked at Al-Asitis. “This is a special treat. You see when a royal from my nation murders they are dipped in gold, or silver and placed in the palace chess board. It’s very rare for a royal to receive this honor because most aren’t so stupid as to murder other royals.” The guards blasted the gold cauldron with fire magic. “Also the best part is they’re trapped, still alive.”

“That’s—nice,” I said forcing a soft smile and Master chuckled darkly.

Finally for the last execution, they grabbed the purple pegasus and dragged him over to a metal stand which he was strapped to a stand forcing him to stand on all four hooves. Several pegasus grabbed metal ropes which were connected to the stand flying into the air with the pegasus weeping loudly.

Carefully they flew over the white liquid and slowly dipped him into it. Slowly he was pulled out making sure to completely coat his body, causing him to cough the liquid out. Soon his coughing turned to yells for help almost making me look away.

Gold in the cauldron bubbled as they flew over the cauldron of gold. He shook his head violently and did what little he could as they started to slowly lower him. For some reason his hair didn’t seem to burn as he got close. His screams made me shake, he was the loudest of them all. Master hugged me smiling as I glanced at him.

“I’m proud of you for watching,” Master whispered into my ear and I nodded looking back out. My lip quivered making me bite it. I stared at them lowering him. It took about five minutes, I counted them, each and every last second before he stopped screaming and was dipped into the cauldron of gold.

When his head went under the guards lowered him completely encasing his body in a layer of gold. The pegasus pulled the golden statue out and set it onto a white stand causing it to set into place. He had a plaque which stated Rook. They removed the ropes and the stand which didn’t seem to have been coated in gold.

The crowd cheered louder than ever before making everything rumble. The guards had a hard time standing from the shaking. Al-Asitis got up once they stopped as he went to the edge by the railing and his face appeared in the center of the arena.

“Thank you all for coming to this public execution. Please enjoy yourselves with the after execution events, and until next time. Be safe.” His face disappeared and Al-Asitis smiled turning to us. “Jerard please enjoy your personal expenditure. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Master nodded. “Come you two.” His hoof moved and motioned to his slaves. They quickly got up leaving with him down the stairs with the guards.

“Sir, shall we take your purchase to the torture chambers?” a unicorn guard asked.

“Yes, and no more broken bones.” The guard nodded picking the gray earth pony up with his magic taking him away. Master got up stretching and then looked down at me. “Oh I feel great today. It’s been a while.”

“So, it’s after,” I said biting my lip.

“Once we get home, then, but first I have a fun toy to kill.” Master floated me onto his back and popped a few more bones as he walked. Balai followed us as we left going down the stairs.

We went back down and to a hallway. There were dozens of them on this level of the arena. Most I assumed lead out or to portal rooms. There were large tunnels which had a sign saying, “exits” above the tunnel on the bottom level for the public.

My eyes traced the golden veins in the marble walls as Master kept walking. Once Master stopped I looked at a pair of heavy wooden doors. Two guards opened the doors for Master and he walked inside.

A tinge of fear and sadness went through me seeing the gray earth pony in the middle of the room. All of his legs were chained down to the ground, even the broken one, but one chain wrapped around his chest forcing him to stand or let the lightly spiked chain cut into his skin each time he moved.

Upon looking around the room I noticed it looked much like Master’s torture room back home. Tools covered the walls over workbenches. A large bath and even large furnace were in the room. It was basically the same design. My body trembled at the memories spreading through my body.

“Please have mercy!” the pony begged.

Master moved swiftly and forced me to hold on to him tighter and punched the pony in the face cracking his jaw loudly. “You should’ve thought about that before you stole!” Master shouted. “And since I bought you, I can kill you in any way I see fit.”

Realizing real fast where this was going I jumped off Master’s back. It was a second too late when I realized I really shouldn’t have. Tears went down my face as I realized I was floating in the air. A magic aura was wrapped around me.

Wind brushed my fur as I was slammed against the ground back first. The force knocked the air out of me and cracking my back. My eyes shot to Master in fear, he was clearly not happy. He walked over me and I spread my legs showing my belly. Master slapped me lightly ripping the bandage off.

“I love you, Master.”

Slowly he lowered his body going close to my face and my body trembled. “I didn’t tell you to get off my back.” His growl vibrated my cheek hair and I whimpered.

“I’m sorry, Master, I—”

“Oh no you’re not, not yet.” Fear spread through my veins for a moment, but I then leaned up kissing him.

His hoof pushed down on my chest as he kissed me back. The pressure cause my chest to feel like it was on fire and being stabbed. He laid down and kept pressing on my chest at different points with his hoof. Pain rattled through my body forcing more tears down my cheeks and onto the floor.

Once he stopped I gasped and Master kissed my neck letting me breathe again. Silently and softly I cried, but not wanting to make him mad I kissed his forehead. Kindly he smiled, licking across my neck, forcing me to smile as a joy filled me. His hoof rubbed my side making me nuzzle Master’s muzzle.

“Hey why don’t you kill me instead of molesting that filly!”

My body locked up and Master frowned getting up turning to the gray pony. “I guess you want to die that badly,” Master growled. Master put a gag into the pony’s mouth shutting him up. For a few moments I searched the air. Something didn’t click.

Looking at Master and then the pony. Everything had gone quiet to me and I didn’t know why. Or was it that word, molest? Master wasn’t molesting me, he was loving me. Master was happy with me. I want him to love me. Master’s voice was muffled.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Get up.” Master’s voice snapped me out of my trance.

Quickly I turned over, standing up. “Yes Master?” A razor thin three quarter inch wide bladed knife floated over to me. For a few seconds I stared at it and then I looked at him. A smile had graced his lips. Voice shaky, “What?” I asked confused.

“You’re going to help me. Now open your mouth.” Obediently I opened my mouth letting him slide the knife onto my tongue. Loosely I bit down taking the knife. “Cut his right foreleg.” The gray pony stared at me as I looked at him. Then I looked back at Master and my body trembled seeing a very kind but excited expression on Master’s face. He wanted me t-to hurt a pony.

“I—” Fear made me falter and step back. I knew that expression very well. It was the same one when I was excited about scooters. If I refused he’d only get mad at me. Without a doubt I knew I would be if the pony I was trying to share my life with refused to love the thing I loved most. However to Master it would be like rejecting who he was, what he was. Everything that he did.

“Yes?” he asked smiling widely.

“Nothing Master,” I said a bit muffled from the knife in my mouth. Tilting his head, Master watched me carefully. I couldn’t win this.

Slowly I went forward and Master’s magic held the pony into place. Aiming carefully I brought the knife to his leg. The pony had a welt the size of a golf ball where the bone was broken. With a fast turn of my head and well placed slice on the welt. Blood sprayed out slightly, but not touching me.

The pony groan, but then let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank Celestia!” he shouted spitting out the gag and I looked at the wound.

Black blood poured out of the wound. He had probably been been laying on it for a long time, and only now was the blood finally able to get out of him. So I probably helped more than hurt. Upon realizing that I looked at Master and he chuckled putting a strapon gag onto the pony from a box under a tool bench.

“Good shot,” Master praised me.

Safety goggles floated onto my head covering my eyes and the knife floated into the air as a clear plastic lining flew over my mussel going into my mouth. It made me shake my head slightly at the odd feeling. “What is this thing?” It covered my nose with a bit of hard plastic shielding it, but allowing me to breathe.

“Well you don’t want the blood in your mouth or eyes.” He put on goggles and a mask onto himself and then slid the knife back into my mouth. “You can get sick and I don’t want you getting sick.”

“Thank you Master.”

“Now torture him.” His words made me look up. “Make him scream a symphony of suffering.” My throat went dry and I turned back to the pony. With an accusing look he was staring at me. Master went to my ear and whispered. “If you make me enjoy watching you. I'll give you a special treat once we get home.” My skin crawled with excitement. “And try to enjoy it yourself.”

His hoof stomped making a loud bang and the door opened. Two guards brought in a nice red sofa. They set it down to the side and he lay down, as they left closing the door. For a moment I stared at him. This was a show to him. He wanted to watch me torture and probably kill a pony.

“Y-yes Master,” I said moving into place. Lightly I tickled the pony’s right side with my knife. Slicing just barely along his belly. His restraints shook as he struggled. A stream of blood ran down my knife’s edge.

My legs froze up as warm blood hit the plastic covering my lips. The plastic was so thin it was like it wasn’t there. Everything trembled in pleasure as the smell washed over me, causing my old wounds to feel like they were bleeding as well.

“MMM!” the pony screamed and I backed up realizing. I had dug the knife in almost an inch deep into the pony’s side. Quickly I pulled the knife out. My breath shortened and panic started to hit me.

What was I doing!? What in Tartarus was I fucking doing!? I backed up shaking. Why was I hurting this pony, it didn’t feel good at all. I opened my mouth letting the knife fall to the ground.

“Why’d you stop?” I looked at Master and blushed seeing him on the sofa. My heart sped up seeing him sprawled out on the sofa. His legs were back and his tail to the side showing himself. My legs rubbed together, but that itch only got worse feeling as the blood drip off my plastic covered chin.

“Master I don’t want to hurt him anymore.”

His eyes burned me painfully as he stared at me, his light smile becoming a frown. “I’m asking you to do this Scootaloo.” The knife floated to my face and I stared at it. His magic slid it to my hooves. Sitting up he sighed. Not wanting to back up and make him mad I sat down biting my trembling lip. “I see you need some motivation.” As he got up I looked at him. Master came over to me sitting down in front of me.

“Please don’t make me.” Master removed my goggles and plastic cover guard with his magic. When he reached forward with his hoof I fell backwards onto my back grunting. He rolled his eyes smiling, he then bent down kissing me. When his hoof rubbed my belly a great feeling went through me.

“I want you to slice him, I could see it in you.” My eyes went wide. It was pointless trying to hide it, he could read my thoughts. “The way you spun with that knife. You were enjoying it.”

“But Master it’s wrong.”

A bit of tiredness went across his face for a moment. He was tired of me refusing him time and time again. “This is now an order.” The goggle and plastic cover went back onto my face. The knife floated to my lips and I stared at it. “Take the knife,” Master growled. It pressed against my lips and I looked away. His magic grasped my snout, opening my mouth and forcing the handle in. “Start,” he growled near my ear.

“Please don’t make me do this,” I begged, my whole body shaking in fear, not wanting to do this.

One hoof wrapped around my belly and he picked me up standing on his hind legs using his magic to help stand. “Fine, I'll help you since this will be your first kill.” A whimpered rattled me as he took the knife out of my mouth and put it to my hoof using his magic to bind it into place.

“Master I don’t want to do this, please I'll do anything! Just don’t make me kill!” His chuckle rocked me to my soul as he forced my hoof with the knife to go forward pressing to the pony’s side. My leg shook trying to pull the knife away, but Master was so much stronger than me. “Please Master don’t.”

As he kissed my ear, tears ran down my face. “Stop begging, or when we get home I'll punish you.” The knife slowly slid into the pony skin and he screamed making me struggle to pull the knife out. Tears clouded my vision making me close my eyes.

This can’t be happening! It isn’t happening! I’m not doing this I’m not doing this! It’s Master, he’s killing this pony not me, it’s not me! “See, that wasn’t so hard.” I opened my eyes and the knife had sliced into the pony’s stomach missing all his vital organs. Wiping the tears away I stared for a moment. It didn’t kill him, I had only just stabbed him. Blood ran down the knifes edge dripping.

“I-I.”

“You ready for us to do it again?” Master asked grinning.

My heart sped up as he pulled the knife out twisting it and the pony screamed struggling even more, but his chains held fast, cutting into him and holding him in place. The knife came out and blood rolled down the pony’s side, but it wasn’t as much as I thought it would be. Master’s lips lightly kissed my neck as he guided my hoof to another spot on the pony’s side, and panic went through me.

“Master I love you!” I shouted quickly and he stopped.

“I love you to Scootaloo, but if you don’t start helping me. When we get home I'll find a certain blue pony with rainbow hair to slate my anger.” His hold on the knife loosened and I thought for a moment holding it.

“Yes Master,” I said. I tried to tune it all out so he wouldn’t have Dash hurt. The knife easily slid lightly into the pony’s side making him scream painfully. Tuning it out was a very bad idea! I tried to pull out, but Master pushed causing the knife to go in deep and the pony screamed, throwing up. The bloody puke went through the holes in the gag onto the floor into a drain in front of the pony.

“See that wasn’t so hard.” Shaking my head, I closed my eyes and Master started pulling out the knife again. I started to weep, blubbering loudly and he grunted.

“Stop Master! I don’t want to!” I cried out.

“Scootaloo, those wounds will take days for him to die from, and that’s if he gets an infection. I’m not going to wait days for him to die. Now stop your crying and keep stabbing him. You just need to do it a few dozen more times. Then it’ll be over.”

“I caaaaannnn’tttt!” I bawled

“You will,” he snapped as he forced me to aim the knife. My other hoof went to the handle and I grabbed with both hooves pulling at the knife trying desperately to stop him from pushing it in again. Easily Master beat me in strength as he forced my hooves to push at the knife, sinking into the pony’s side.

We pulled the knife out and then he aimed at a new spot. Each time I tried stopping him, but it was a pointless notion. After about twenty three stabs I started pushing wanting to get this over with and put the pony out of his misery.

“Warming up are you?” Master asked, kissing my head as I pushed the knife in without his help this time.

“I just want him to die!” I sobbed pulling out the knife. My stabs were at random as he helped only to guide me to points to stab so I didn’t go back inside the wound. Blood sprayed Master when I ripped out the knife.

Everything inside me was thrown up as the pony’s side fell off. It hit the ground and spattered onto the floor, sending waterfalls of blood if waves across the ground and into the drain. Blood and tears dripped from the bottom of my mask as I watched the insides of the pony trying to work despite taking so much damage.

A few steps to the side Master moved us in front of the pony pressing my knife to the pony’s neck. The pony looked at us with bloodshot eyes, tears still rolling down his face. The knife wasn’t very big, but it was long. Meaning I could probably stab the pony another hundred times and still not kill him, especially his other side.

Master’s voice tickled my neck as he whispered to me. “Slit his neck.” Master’s hoof left mine allowing him to finally stand normally without magic. My breathing sped up as Master started to kiss my neck with long smooches. Tears ran down faster as I trembled staring at the pony, which was staring at me. His jaw gurgled out a single word through his gag making me freeze solid.

“Please.”

“Look Scootaloo, he’s begging for release, for you to finally save him. For you to finally end his suffering. End it for him.”

“Are you sure?” I asked shaking even more and he stared at me, but gave me a small nod, telling me yes. “Forgive me,” I squeaked as my blade sliced deep into the pony’s neck. Blood poured out like a small watering fountain. The pony had already lost so much blood, but there was still that much left to drain.

His head fell forward as I watched the light leave his eyes, and Master took out the gag throwing it into a bucket with his magic. The knife floated into the bucket and Master took off my goggles and plastic covering. Also throwing them in the bucket.

After wiping us with rags Master carried me over to the sofa. Everything about me felt like a rag doll. My entire body was numb. Laying on his back, Master set me on his belly and I look down at him. Everything in my body felt wrong. I couldn’t blame this on Master, I had done the final cut without using his magic to force me to.

“Feels great doesn’t it?” My eyes drifted to Master as my tears hit his vest, getting absorbed into it. “I remember my first kill. Sadly I didn’t have help.” I stayed silent, I just stared at him. “I was actually about two years older than you are right now.” He observed my reaction closely. “It was when my mother was about to get mugged, it’s also how I got my cutie mark. I shot a bolt of magic right through the muggers heart before he could mount my mother. I felt so alive after that I'll never forget it.” I just stared at him. “Well say something.”

“Something.”

Disappointment spread across Master’s face, but then he chuckled smiling. “I suppose that’s fine, don’t worry. You’ll come to enjoy it soon enough.”

The air in my lungs left me. “What?” I asked gasping the word.

“What you didn’t think this was going to be the only pony you kill. I'll buy a pony every time we come here for you to kill. You’ll love it!” he said gleefully. I launched off his belly causing my hoof guards to make a metal clink as I landed on the ground. “Come back here.” I started for the door.

“I’m going home.”

“I said come back here,” he said sternly.

“Kiss my plot.” My hoof reached for the door and my body flew into the air going back to Master, forcing me to lay on his belly. My joints whined as I was forced into place. He slapped me making my head snap to one side.

“Don’t be a brat.”

“Then don’t be a fucking idiot!” I shouted. “You just made me kill a pony! And you think I’m going to be happy about that? You think I’m going to tell you thank you? Of course not! I didn’t want to do this, and you knew that. Why do you have to go so far to make me unhappy when I’m with you. Do you always have to hurt me every second I’m with you?” We stared at each other and I wiped my tears away. “Why can’t you just love me like a normal pony.” I buried my face into his chest.

“Because you’re anything but a normal pony. Plus you’re so cute when you’re crying, I love it, you know that.” He kissed my forehead and I started to cry harder into his chest shaking my body.

“Please don’t.”

“Cheer up.”

“Why can’t you let me be angry for five minutes! I just killed a pony!” I shouted into his chest and he chuckled.

“No, because I love you.” He lifted up my head with his magic and kissed me, hugging me warmly. “And I don’t like it when you’re angry at me.” I whimpered and he kissed me again pulling me forward so I could kiss him back.

“No amount of kissing is going to change how I feel.”

“Oh?”

Blush went across my face. “I didn’t mean it like that!” Gently Master kissed my neck and I looked at the pony, blood was still dripping. Whether or not I wanted this, I knew where this was heading. It would be worse than mocking the dead. “Master, can we please go somewhere else?”

“Nope.” As he suckled my throat I bit my lip and he licked my throat. Magic started removing my shirt and I sighed not fighting him, or helping him. My clothes floated to the ground and I closed my legs feeling embarrassed. I had started to enjoy wearing clothes. They seemed to offer me some comfort and pockets. Master turned over making me land on the sofa under him.

“Yes Master,” I said looking down.

Master rolled his eyes and sighed. His horn lit up with his blue aura encasing a large cleaver on the wall. The blade glided through the air and I swallowed. It swung with a clean slice cutting off the pony’s head. Holding me down Master used the cleaver to stab the head and put it into the bucket.

“Better?”

Shivering I looked at him. “Yes?” I said unsure, but more not wanting him to chop the pony to bits. This was nightmarish as is, and he didn’t need to add to it.

“I swear I spoil you sometimes.” I nodded and he kissed me. As he pressed against me with his tip I flinched at a sting. Of course I hadn’t completely healed, that of course made him frowned. Switching positions he lowered himself, slowly kissing my belly and staring at me intently watching my expression.

His wet tongue ran along my belly like a blade making me smile at the good feeling as he went down to my loins. Licking with his tongue softly I cringed. My wings cracked as I pulled them tight against my sides.

My body cringed in pleasure as his lips pressed against my folds and his tongue slid inside me twisting, going deep. A moan escaped me as his tongue somehow made it to my womb, wiggling inside. It whipped around inside making me clamp down on his tongue with my walls, having a hard time from clamping his head between my legs. Oh that wasn’t a good feeling. Though what confused me more was how his tongue was so long!

“Master, that doesn’t feel good,” I said putting my hoof on my stomach pressuring, as if that would help me. His tongue twisted in my tubes as the edge of it hardened inside my womb scraping on my insides.

A moan and whimper mixed as my insides welcomed his tongue with moistness, but not the blade like tip searching inside my womb. Horror went through me as I saw blood drip from the corner of his mouth.

It was in an instant as everything inside shifted, causing me to moan as every ounce of my insides became wet inside me. A smile creased his face as his tongue slowly pulled out of me whirling around. Moving back up he kissed me. Making me taste blood.

This time when his tip pressed against my opening it was a very welcome feeling. It was almost as if everything was heightened inside me. With the simplest of pushes he slid inside of me. At first making me gasp as my insides swirled around adjusting to his size. This time however they stretched just enough making me moan. I grunted as his tip pressed against my womb.

Of the few times he had been able to fit inside me, something else was right, and right now, it wasn’t there, but that didn’t seem to matter because he actually seemed to fit. It was a very snug fit, but it was a very pleasurable fit at that. My body twisted around so I was on all four and he was behind me.

“How does it feel?” Master asked pulling out. Without a moment of hesitation I wrapped my tail around any of his length which didn’t fit inside me.

“Great Master,” I moaned in response. His lips bristled my neck and I held onto the sofa the best I could. Slowly he went forward.

My teeth grinded against the sofa’s fabric as I bit into it causing my body vibrate with pleasure. It was almost too much from a single thrust. Everything quivered and I started dripping onto the sofa. Another flood of lubricant wet him.

“You’re really enjoying this, I’m honestly surprised. I guess it was a good idea to stretch you out enough.” I nodded as he pulled out making me shiver and my insides bellowed out in wet slippery joy. Then slipping back inside me with quick slips.

My tail tightened around his open shaft and he kissed my head and kept going. It was so easy, but I climaxed. Oh I was completely his. My mind clouded as I let the feeling fill my mind to the brim. Leaving no space to think.

“Faster, Master,” I begged moaning and he went to my ear.

“How does it feel to be a murder?” I snapped back to reality gripping onto him tighter without realizing it and moaning.

“What?” I asked whimpering. This wasn’t the time to make me think about me murdering a pony!

“Did you enjoy slitting his throat?” I started to breath faster as Master matched my breathing with overly soft thrusts. Tears went down my face and I whimpered. “Did you enjoy watching his eyes as the light left them?” Master wasn’t going to let me have a single moment. I doubted even begging would help me.

“I didn’t,” I choked out.

“It doesn’t matter if you lie, tell me you did.”

“I enjoyed it!” I shouted, tears running down my face.

“Tell me you became wet slicing that knife into his skin.” Feelings started to mix confusing me. Something was wrong, why wasn’t I feeling as bad as I should?! I started to cry as the good feeling mixed with the bad like a sandglass of red and pink sand.

“Master. Stop. Reminding. Me,” I said in between thrusts.

“Tell me.”

“Yes!”

“Did you enjoy sliding the knife into his skin as he screamed, begged and cried for you to stop stabbing him?”

“Yessss! I enjoyed. Sliding. The knife. Into him!” I cried out.

“Did you enjoy it most when it was slow?” Master slowed down making drool start go down the corners of my mouth. “Or fast?” He sped up making me moan.

“Fast! Fast!” I shouted and he started going faster.

“Was it when his breath was taken from him that you realized you loved this?” His head went around allowing him to kiss me sliding his tongue down my throat just enough. Master floated the head in front of me and I screamed scared.

He sucked out my breath as I screamed choking me. My body started to twitch as he took all my air. I pulled back, but he held me with magic making me start to black out. Then my insides contracted and I gasped sucking some air from Master as I exploded soaking his dick completely along with my tail.

It felt so good as my body revolted in pleasure where I thought should be pain. Giving me the best orgasm I had ever had. He pulled his tongue out allowing me to gasp as I regained control of my body shaking.

“Y-yes Master.”

“Would you like to see a spell I learned recently?” He whispered into my ear. I nodded still breathing hard. His horn lit up and my body became boiling hot. “Look up.” Upon looking forward my eyes went wide seeing me! In front of me! I paused looking up and he looked down stopping.

“What?” I asked looking at Master and then at. It? I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew it wasn’t me.

“That one’s a magic clone.” I looked me sitting in front of me. “You’ll feel everything she feels unless I want otherwise.” He thrusted into me making me moan. “It’s like you in every way, but it’s what you’d be if I hadn’t come along.” He slowed allowing me to study myself sitting in front of me.

Her fur was clean, she had no wounds, but. I froze. Her wings were so small. I shook realizing that wasn’t me when I was at my birthday. That was weeks or months before my birthday long before I met Master.

“I’d have larger wings.”

“Would you like to know a secret?” I looked at him and he grinned. “I fed you growth pills before we met.”

My eyes went wide. “You what?” I asked breathless.

“A few weeks before I met you I had growth pills put into your food. You’re wings weren’t growing fast enough and you couldn’t fly. I couldn’t very well have a cripple wife, now could I?”

This was unbelievable, or rather, almost making me stared him. “You mean—”

“I gave you the ability to fly.” Master smirked. “Just imagine what you’d be like if you couldn’t fly?”

Tears went down my face once again and I pushed up against Master. “Thank you so much Master.”

Softly Master kissed me. “Best of all your wings won’t stop growing till you're much older. They will be much larger than even Rainbow Dash’s wings. You’ll be so fast. Can you imagine it?” I nodded and he kissed my neck. “Good.” A moan rattled my throat as he started moving again. “Now watch her.” Turning back I looked at me and she smiled as she started to change.

Days, weeks and months flew by for her aging her and I watched her wings grow larger and larger. Marks started inscribing onto her body. She smiled and tears went down my face seeing me over time.

The aging slowed down to me at this exact moment. I was hurt so badly, but she wasn’t wearing clothes to hide it all. The other me held up the head grinning and I backed up into Master making him go deep inside me. My body shook.

“Master, tell her to put it down. Please.” With a thrust he pushed me forward and then went back in me forcing me to moan. The other me put it down and got onto the armrest smiling. I had a hard time thinking straight as Master sped up and she grew more.

“In a few years.” She stepped off the sofa now able to look over the leg rest on the side of the sofa. “You’ll be in adolescent years.” Her scars had faded and her wings were huge. Easily the same size as Dash’s were now. Her wings folded out causing a large gust of wind. Then she started aging again. “Then once you reach adulthood.” My eyes went wide and Master slowed to a stop.

It had to be a lie of some kind. A trick, I wasn’t going to be that beautiful. It simply wasn’t possible. My wounds had faded away completely along with most of my brandings. Only the spirals Master had gifted with me were still there taking on both my right and left side showing some kind of magical glow.

The other me was taller than Dash by about a hoof or two’s width. A very fit figure, my purple mane shined as if made of some kind of spiked metal, my orange coat shined almost like polished copper, and my eyes glowed like amethyst gems. She smirked kindly having a strong will about her.

Wow, I mean wow. If I could look like that. I looked prettier than Dash, stronger and faster to. I looked up at Master and he was staring at her as well with a blank expression. She grinned staring at him licking her lips.

“I love you Master,” she said and looked down at me winking. I frowned elbowing him lightly.

“Hey I’m still down here.”

“Oh sorry, I just. I didn’t make her look like that.”

My body froze. “What?”

“Nothing, never mind.” His horn lit up and she disappeared in a mist.

“What do you mean you didn’t make her look like that? It was your spell. How did you not have control over it?”

“Quiet, I just recently learned this spell and I haven’t perfected it. Like any spell they can go wrong when you're first learning them. The spell allows me to make a magic clone which is basically flesh and blood. However it only had a certain range before it becomes unstable and melts. I mixed it with what I think you’ll look like, but that wasn’t the image I had in my head at all. Anyway it doesn’t matter.”

Master started thrusting into me making me lose my train of thought instantly. He had side tracked me somehow yet again. My tail ran along his length and he grunted as I made it hard for him to keep steady. With a throbbing he stopped and pulled out sending his load onto my back. A bit of it dripped onto the sofa.

“I’m glad you enjoyed my tail.”

He laughed grinning and making me smile as well. Rags floated over and started cleaning us off. “Yeah you have a very soft tail.” Master went forward kissing me as he tossed the pony’s head into the bucket with the rags. Oddly I didn’t feel that bad about it, in fact I felt relieved. At least he was no longer waving it around.

“Thank you.” Once he got off the sofa, Master started getting me dressed. As I finished getting dressed he stomped his hoof and two guards came into the room.

“Sir?” one of them asked.

“We’re done.”

“Is that so?” I turned looking at the unicorn guard from the arena which had killed the pony by accident. He had a green coat with blue eyes.

“I don’t believe that was a question.” The two guard took out the body and the head in the bucket.

“Of course it wasn’t, I was just making sure.” Master turned to me beckoning for me to follow him.

“Come Scoo—” My eyes went wide as the guard punched Master in the face sending him flying across the room and into the wall with a snapping sound. Tools rain down onto him from the wall as he fell to the ground.

“Take him,” the guard said. Two guards ran over to him, putting a ring on his horn and then putting cuffs on him in the seconds before he got up. The head guard grinned seeing me on the sofa. Oddly I was calm and everything was clear. Sure I was shocked, but there had been no wow factor to his attack. “Take her as—”

He was cut short as I punched him in the face launching off of the sofa’s armrest sending it into the metal cabinet behind me as my wings propelled me like an arrow. My hoof sliced through the air and connected with his thick metal helmet’s forehead piece.

Rocketing the guard through the air into the wall as my punch warped his helmet’s metal from my blow. His armor screeched as it twisted and crashed against the wall. My hoof guards touched the ground as the guard fell to the floor bleeding.

All ten guards plus the two holding Master, including Master himself were in utter shock from my attack. Next to constantly working out I was built better than a brick. My muscles were more condensed than stone and I could crack a bolder with full force. Of course doing that would more likely break my bones, but I was getting used to pain by now.

Fear went through the two guards holding MY Master. The ten guards in the hallway launched forward, but missed me just barely as I launched forward punching one in the cheek crushing his jaw and nearly snapping his neck as he spun into the wall smacking against it extremely hard.

As I turned, five magic bolts hit my side and sent me flying through the now empty tool wall and into another room. Quickly I rolled midair hitting the cement floor landing on my hooves dizzy and shaken, sliding to a stop. I looked up quickly realizing I was in an empty storage room.

Six unicorn guards quickly came in through my small hole breaking through some more of the cardboard type wall themselves. Blood rolled down my side from scratches. My clothes had acted as something of a shield having been completely shredded.

“Surround her fools!” The green guard pony I had punched shouted trying to take off his deformed bloody golden helmet. They hurried and moved around me making me bend down, spreading out my wings. The gust of wind I created hollowed inside the room making all of them become unsteady.

“Don’t be afraid! It’s just a filly!” the head guard shouted. Finally he managed to take off his warped helmet and I moved, making it look like I was going left. Their magic blasts cracked the ground as they hit, but I swiveled going right. Spinning like a ninja star and kicking two of the guard’s in the face and sending them stumbling into a third.

My body spun into the wall with enough force to fracture the wall landing on it perfectly. It felt almost as if I was on the ground from how much force followed me. Never had I truly gotten into a life or death fight fight, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t studied Dash countless times while she learned to fight. Though having powerful wings did help a lot.

Magic quickly followed after me, but I already pressed off the wall sending it shooting into the next room. The guard screamed like a filly having only time to do that before I punched another one and sent him flying through another wall.

The other two shot magic at me but missed as I flipped midair. However this time while in the air something grabbed my leg. All I could see was a blue and gold blur as I was whipped into the ground like a doll. My head smacked against the ground causing me to black out cold.

Author's Note

And thanks to Kaidan for editing!