Rape warning for this shot

“Why did this happen to me?”

The air was musty and damp, the room was barely illuminated by the small lightbulb hanging overhead. The small area reeked of mold and other unsanitary things. For many it was just another dirty basement, to one pony in particular it became a home she was forced to stay in for an unstated amount of time.

“I’m so hungry…” the young dehorned unicorn said softly as she stared at the barred door in front of her.

Weakly reaching up to her dirty white mane, she pushed a bit of it away from her face to get a better view of the door that prevented her from freedom. For a brief second she looked at her ratty mane and felt ugly with it. Before it used to look beautiful. The way it curled around her horn accompanied by the soft blue streak down the middle of it, made lots of ponies give her a double take. She loved to show off her mane to many stallions, but after her capture she wondered if the pony who took her was one of the stallions she teased with her mane.

She could barely remember how she got there in the first place. She remembered walking from her mother’s place and about halfway home something hard had hit her in the head. Once she woke up, the first thing she noticed was that her horn was gone and it hurt greatly. Thankfully, her captor gave her painkillers to deal with the pain for the first few… weeks.

Weeks. Months. Shimmer Ribbon stopped counting the days after a while and just accepted the notion that she was never leaving. She was a simple slave to her new master. Like her, he was a unicorn, but he had a very unnerving look to him. He had a curly mane and same coat color like hers, but that was where the similarities ended. Where her mane was white, his was black, and where hers was blue, his was red. It scared her how he looked like a complete opposite in terms of mane color, and even his dark red eyes were the opposite of her aquamarine ones.

The sound of her stomach rumbling broke her out of her thoughts. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate. The only thing she did was stay in her general area thanks to a long chain that bound her left hind leg to the crumbling wall. With time the wall would decay enough for her to pull the chain off, but she would most likely be too weak from the lack of nourishment her body was taking. The food she was given was either vegetables, bread, milk, and occasionally the odd specialty dish. How she was fed usually was a result of how she performed for him. If she would listen to his every word and call him master every time he addressed her, he would give her enough food to last for a whole day. If she refused, then she would be given a stale piece of bread and a bucket of dirty water for the day. All she had to do was wait.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she heard the door to her prison being opened with its key. A bit of life returned to her eyes as it slowly opened. She was excited, she was willing to do anything for food and water. Looking to the right of him, she quickly noticed a large tray holding perfectly organized dishes. Though she couldn’t see them perfectly, she knew how he worked. He would put the food down in the corner and she would see three dishes on it. One dish would be the same. A piece of bread. The dish would be the one where she refused to service him. The middle would be something sorta filling but not enough to keep her happy for a full day. That was usually given to her when she performed at a mediocre level. The last would be a dish almost like it was prepared by a first class chef, signaling that if she did what he asked very well, she would eat like a queen.

Closing the door behind him, he looked back at the pony with a grin on his face. He could see the dead look in her eyes, along with the small smile on her face. She looked pathetic with how dirty she was. Along with her ratty look, she smelled just as bad on top of things. He only cleaned her once a week, or just gave her a quick touch her up while being escorted to the bathroom.

“Lunch time, my little pet!” he spoke in a raspy and harsh tone as he moved the tray down, letting her see it.

As the food came into view, she quickly studied each dish. Like usual, there was the bread on the first while the second had a fresh garden salad. Another thing she noticed was there was no cutlery at all on the tray. The first time she was ever fed she tried to attack him with a knife and, sadly, it ended badly. Now she was reduced to eating with her hooves and nothing else. Even the plates the food rested on were plastic. The third dish instantly made her mouth water. It was a veggie burger, along with a side of crispy hay fries. The burger was topped up high, filled with loads of veggies, while the side of fries circled around it almost like each fry was reaching out to the burger like they wanted to eat it.

“You know the rules, pet,” he said as he moved closer to her. “You obey me and you eat.”

Hearing him speak, she felt ashamed of herself, knowing she would have to pleasure him and act like a pet before him. She loathed it, but knew if she didn’t please him, she would starve for the whole day. Swallowing back her dryness, she spoke up in a terrified voice.

“Please master, I… I’ll do what you command of me,” she spoke in a raspy tone as every part of her throat hurt to speak.

“Good, glad to see after a few months of this you finally know how to talk to me,” he said to her as he leaned forward and brought one of his hooves to her chin, pushing it up slightly.

“You should be more thankful for my kindness. You get fed and stay down here where it’s nice and cool all of the time. Outside in the city area it’s so hot that even pegasi can’t fly for long. Hmm, maybe I should stay with you all day? Would you like that?” he asked, letting his venomous intentions sink into her.

“I-I would love if I had the chance to service you all day master. Anything for foo— you,” she said hoping to play to his ego a bit.

“Heh, whore,” he snapped before moving his hoof away and striking her with it.

The slap resonated throughout the small dungeon that was accompanied by a small whimper from Shimmer. Looking to the ground, she felt so used and abused but knew she couldn’t fight back. Her horn was gone while he still had his. Any type of fight and he could control her as he pleased.

“I’m… s… sorry,” she murmured, pulling her face back up to him.

“You better be,” he replied as he stood there, thinking about how he wanted her to pleasure him.

It didn’t take him long to figure out what he wanted. Her throat was dry and he wanted a blowjob from her. He usually rutted her for enjoyment, but he wasn’t feeling as frisky for the time being. No doubt he would come back later for a second serving of her, but for now, he settled for that.

“How thirsty are you?” he asked as he fidgeted his hind legs to draw her attention to them.

Her eyes saw his legs move and they were instantly drawn to his sack underneath his body. She knew what he was going to ask, and hated it more than anything. She’d rather have him rut her from behind so she didn’t have to stare at his face, rather than sucking off his unwashed cock. Every time she sucked him off, he would force her to stare at him. He would always smile in a near psychotic manner, as he stroked her dirty mane with his greasy hooves. The worst part was she would get a bit wet from it. She hated how her body did what it did, making her feel like a common whore, barely living.

“V-very thirsty, master,” she whimpered, wanting to drink some real ice-cold water.

“Hmm, maybe if you perform well enough, I’ll stick some water in the freezer and bring it down just when it’s on the verge of freezing,” he said softly, leaning his face into hers before forcing a kiss with her.

She tensed up, nearly vomiting at the smell of his rancid breath. It reeked of old cabbage and rotten carrots that successfully twisted her stomach into knots. She didn’t move as she felt his tongue slither around, trying to make it wrestle with hers. After a few long seconds he finally broke the kiss.

“Shall we start?” he asked as he moved behind her, before resting his back near her chain.

Shimmer stared at the food for one last second, knowing very well her performance would affect what she got. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and saw the stallion resting his back against the wall, smiling at her. He was already starting to get hard.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, softly trotting towards him.

Bringing her muzzle close to his tip, she felt like vomiting again from the smell. It was even worse than his breath, and she wondered if he ever even showered in his life. Doing her best to block out the smell, she closed her eyes and pressed her dry lips against the base of his shaft. She took her time, gently planting small kisses on it, softly cooing to make him think she was enjoying it.

“Eager to please me as ever,” he mocked as he moved his hoof to her mane and brushed it against the area where her horn used to be. As the edge of his hoof touched her, she winced and whimpered, but didn’t cease her kissing.

“You must miss your horn. Without it, you’re no better than those useless mud ponies I deal with at work all day,” he spoke in a venomous tone.

Shimmer simply stuck out her tongue and let it run up the full length of his dick, before stopping at the head and letting her tongue swirl around the tip. She would always hear the same complaining from him about how she missed her horn and how he hated work. She could easily recite the speech in her mind without fail.

“Of course, you’re still more useful than them. You know how to please me and obey me without question.”

Moving to the side of his shaft, she wrapped her lips around it and slowly moved up and down, humming gently into it. The only moisture she could use to lube up his erection was the sweat coating it.

He continued to talk to her, while she worked his cock for a good few minutes, forcing herself to deal with the taste of it. She could feel every pulse and twitch of his vile rod, signaling he would eventually fill her throat.

“Hmm, how about you put that throat to work now,” he said, wanting her to start deep-throating her.

Shimmer obeyed, trailing her mouth to the tip of his dick, letting her mouth wrap around the head. Her suitor moaned softly, letting his hips squirm in accordance with her mouth. Letting her mind get into a proper mindset, Shimmer twisted her head slightly, letting her mouth circle around the tip of it, before she suckled on the tip softly. He always enjoyed her little tricks she used to pleasure him. The dryness of her lips always provided extra friction for him, making the sex that much better. After a few seconds she slowly pushed her mouth down, letting his member go deeper into her throat.

“Good girl, now open your eyes for me,” he ordered, letting both of his hooves dance around her mane.

Shimmer paused slightly, but slowly opened her eyes and looked at his face while she slowly sucked him off. Like always, he was smiling a chaotic smile, happy to see the only bright thing she had on her. Forcing herself to stare, she let her tongue travel out of her mouth slightly, letting her lick the underside of his shaft. Her tongue movement made him moan softly, making him push more on her mane, signaling for her to go deeper.

It didn’t take her long, and she eventually put the whole length into her throat, letting it bulge slightly. Even after months of pleasuring him, she still couldn’t get used to deep-throating him. It always felt ungodly uncomfortable, and she could never regulate her breathing properly. The only upside to it was he always seemed to cum faster with her mouth. Slowly beginning to deepthroat him, she felt a bit of his precum touch her tongue, giving her parched throat some kind of moisture.

As she sucked, she couldn’t help but gag slightly every time she felt it twitch in her throat. Of course the stallion only chuckled at her as she struggled with it. He loved seeing her try her best for simple scraps of food and water.

A few more minutes passed and he started to feel his orgasm approach. Much to Shimmer’s disgust, she started to feel more wet, letting her arousal reach his nose, signaling he could rut her if he wanted.

“Not bad, slave. I’m getting pretty close, but sadly for you, I’m not going to give you any satisfaction afterwards," he said to her, bracing his hooves against her mane for the final stretch.

“Mhm,” was all she could mutter as an answer as she pulled off his dick slightly before breaking into a fast pace.

Every small bob she delivered was accompanied by the feeling of her tongue working in tune with her mouths movements. Still looking at his face, she noticed he started to breath heavily and closed his eyes, telling her that any second her parched throat would be filled with his warm seed. She would have to force herself to swallow most of it, knowing he was going to push her face as close as it could get to his hips.

“Al… most there…” he grunted, getting ready to push her face down.

The instant he came, she felt his hooves push her down, making her almost gag from the rough feeling of his shaft slamming into the back of her throat. Just as her face met his body she felt the warm seed shot out of his dick and into her throat, giving her throat much needed wetness. As every strand found its way into her, she moaned softly, forcing herself to swallow as much as she could.

Once he stopped surging into her, he grabbed her mane and pulled her away, before opening his eyes and staring at her fatigued expression. For a few seconds he studied her expression. Her eyes were half closed and she was breathing very fast. Her mouth was fully open, letting him see a bit of cum still resting on her tongue before she swallowed it back and continued to stare at him. The worthless expression was almost enough to make him hard again, but he would return later and have more fun with her regardless.

“Good job, slave, I think that performance earned you the best meal I can give,” he said to her as he pushed her face away and pulled himself up.

Shimmer said nothing as she felt her body be discarded, almost like she was just garbage to him. For a second she wanted to snarl at him, but as she noticed his horn light up in a blood red, she turned her attention to the tray. True to his word, he grabbed the burger dish, making her eyes go wide with excitement. Looking at her face, he couldn’t help but smile and get the urge to humiliate her one extra time. Just as the plate came into her reach, he flipped it over, letting it all spill to the dirty floor.

“N-no,” she stuttered quietly as she did her best to catch anything she could.

“Oops, sorry about that pet. Guess my magic is getting rusty,” he teased, dropping the plate as well.

Thankfully, Shimmer was able to catch the burger and a few fries, but sadly most of the food landed on the floor. The happiness she felt briefly got crushed as she stared on, cursing him under her breath. Neither of them said anything more to each other as Shimmer quickly brought the burger to her mouth and devoured it in order to get rid of the cum taste she had to deal with. Watching her devour the burger made the stallion chuckle slightly as he quickly turned for the door, before grabbing the tray and exiting the room.

He still had to bring her down the water, and wondered if he could try for a second blowjob for it.

Author's Note

Rape request for my first watcher: TheGuyWhoCumsOnPonies