Living in Maretropolis has it’s up and downs, nice weather, a shopping mall within walking distance no matter what direction you should happen to be walking, work for an enterprising mare who’s not ashamed to do some less than honorable things. Those were ups, the downs...Yeah these were the downs.

Super villains.

Technically the Madame was one as well. I mean she did have sentient, super hair and she went out to “Add to the coffers” nightly, but things just got weirder every week it seemed. At least the Madame had a hobby, these guys treated it like theater.

I honestly don’t know how nopony had found the place before, but no one seemed to recognize the Madame for what she was while she had her hair down. Apparently horn-head here had put two and two together.

Something hit me in the resulting explosion of rubble. I was knocked senseless for a moment, stars and blackness swimming in my view. But when I regained my wits, the Madame was standing in the center of the room, her mane and tail writhing about like fierce snakes. The horned pony was a lot flatter than when I last saw him, apparently his horns and demeanor did nothing to prevent a tall mare from simple landing directly on you. Lace was huddled in the corner crying and the unicorn stallion who had followed me up here stared with the same expression he’d when we came in, it basically read ‘What the fuck’.

A good question.

The Madame gave him a look out of the corner of her eye, and in a flash her tail shot out and wrapped around his body, strands tangling among his legs, his neck, his...undercarriage. He squirmed in her grip.

“You, my sweet boy,” She cooed seductively. You could see him tremble more fiercely as she turned her gaze upon him.. “Did not see anything, did you?” He shook his head no, moaning as she squeezed him. I noticed that a little lock of her extensive hair had coiled around the tip of his shaft.

She smiled. “And you know that if you did happen to remember something you surely didn’t see, then you might also find a car occupying the same amount of space you had been moment earlier shortly thereafter. Right?” The sweetness in her voice didn’t so much as fluctuate.

He nodded again, his eyes clenched shut as her tail snaked and writhed around him.

“Good boy.” She said, and released him. He stared at her, then at me, then at Lace for a moment and bolted. “If you would return another night, I believe I can summon a voucher for you.”

Smart stallion.

Lace stood up and ran to the Madame, still crying and hugged her leg, the large mare leaned down and nuzzled her cheek, strands of her mane wrapping around her, it was odd, I’ve seldom seen them used in a hugging embrace. I wanted it...and more.

“It’s okay now Lace, he’s less of a real threat than the edge of a coffee table. He won’t be bothering you any longer. And if he does, you call for me.” She pecked Lace’s forehead. “Take the night off. Free pass, you can sleep with Leather.” Lace nodded and the Madame let her go, another thing I had seldom seen her do to her charge without it being several hours later.

A small crowd had built up around the door, Leather was chief among them, she hugged Lace and the two went off to her room to deal with the poor mare’s panic in private, uttering words of comfort and promises of a hot, shared bath that got my lips tingling.

I had been standing there on my own for a little while, I became aware of myself staring at the Madame, she was tall, imposing, and beautiful in the light that spilled in from the hole the car had made.

Her inky black hair writhed about in it, casting dancing shadows over my form. I shuddered, each time a shadow passed over me, almost like they were touching me. On some level I partly wanted them to, but I quickly shushed that thought, trying to find my voice. As my mouth opened, the Madame turned to me, her brow furrowing for a moment, she moved towards me in one sinuous motion. Her mane hovered around me, the ends of her fine hair floating around my face like snakes prepared to strike.

My heart skipped a bit, despite her gaze being calm and content. She had never been known to be angry at anyone, and this certainly wasn’t one of those times.

“What happened to your eye?” She asked carefully. A strand of that lustrous thick mane reached out and caressed the side of my face. I clamped my hind legs together.

“I...something hit me when the car came through the roof...I-it’s fine...” I tried to keep myself from shuddering.

“Possibly me, I should have been more careful.” The Madame tutted to herself. “No no no, that will be a black eye for sure.”

My breath caught. “Oh Goddesses.”

“Poor thing...” She frowned sympathetically, more strands of hair danced around me, getting closer, my skin tickled and tingled as they brushed so close. “Can’t go out on the floor with that. Can’t hide a black eye with makeup.” She leaned forwards and kissed the injury, there was a little pain, it was sore and puffy, but it made me clench my hind legs together oh so much tighter.

“N-no, I’m sure that Makeover ca-”

“Shhhh,” She whispered her lips closing in on my ear, they were soft. “It’s okay.”

I knew the words that were coming next, my heart was hammering in my chest.

“I’ll show you the love they can’t.”

The other mares stared at me from the doorway. This was the first time I’d been so close to her since the day she’d plucked me from the gutter, first time I’d been subject to her calming voice, her soothing tones, her amazing mane. I bit my lip so hard I thought it would start bleeding.

She had an effect, I’d seen it, other mares shuddered and squirmed under her touch. But it was oh so much worse for me. In that moment I wanted to jump on her, to scream at her to show me that love. But I knew it wasn’t me thinking, it was my nethers.

I thought about Sweet Kiss. Did I want to be so drained I could hardly stand? A plaything for the Madame. My higher functions screamed no, but my lower natures were hoarse from screaming yes. She continued in my ear, soft and sweet.

“Meet me in my chambers in the morning.” I stiffened. She never asked anyone into her room. “Go get some rest, you deserve it, honey.” A strand of hair caressed along my chin and down my neck. I tasted blood on my lip. “Rest of you, pick it back up, don’t make me take on two of you tomorrow morning.”

Then she simply turned and left.

Oh Goddesses....

The mares looked at me like I was something strange as I walked out of that room. It’d taken me quite a while to have the confidence to stop clamping my hind legs together, they’d stayed the whole time.

Into the Madame’s room. I shuddered at the thought. No one ever went into the Madame’s room, they went into the special rooms, the rooms she always used. They had seen it, some of them had lived it. But never in her room.

I ignored their stares and simply wandered in a daze to my room, trying my hardest not to let my nethers control my actions. My black eye was starting to sting all the more, a steady throb of pain. I wasn’t sure what had hit me in the eye, but whatever it had been, it’d been hard and fast.

I closed the door behind me and pressed my back against the cold, hard wood. I let myself breath for a moment, in, out, in, out. I needed to calm myself, stop my heart from racing, my nethers from screaming. I managed after maybe an hour where my body wanted me to touch myself to her body

.

I crawled into bed, trying not to think about my black eye, about the Mistress and her promise for the morning.

The Mistress’s room.

“Goddesses.”

There was little sleep that night, small snatches of it filled with dreams of inky black snakes imprisoning my body, wrapping coiling...exploring, a lifting deep laugh all around me, my world nothing but touch and sound. The vividly erotic dream was filling my mind completely. I could feel the texture in my mind of those onyx snakes, it was the Madame’s hair. In the dream I opened my eyes to see her calming smile above my body. Her gaze was electrifying even in the dream, and I felt vulnerable just by her eyes and soft grin.

I woke up with a gasp. Light was streaming through the windows, the red curtains dying it as it stretched across the hardwood floor. The Madame’s face was a ghost in my eyes for a second before I rubbed my vision clean.

“Trick! Breakfast!” called a voice, it’s normal joviality was gone, there was a curious tone to it. That summed up the day, what was to come. Curiosity, what would happen to me? Would I even come back out of that room? I was damaged goods until my eye healed, did she have use for damaged goods?

This was a place based on looks, looking in the mirror as I climbed towards the bathroom I saw that I looked like death warmed over. The the lack of sleep had made my eye even blacker than it probably should have been, rings sinking under both of them. My mane was a mess, more tangled for all my tossing and turning in erotic stupor. My coat was still slightly dirty from the plaster dust from the roof last night. I hadn’t even found time to bathe.

I walked forwards like a zombie, brushing my teeth, then my hair as always. Though I didn’t bother with the creams, not much point now.

I walked out my door, over the loud steps, I passed by Lace’s room, the door was open. The roof and floor had been fixed. I wasn’t surprised, when the Madame wanted something done, it got done, and quickly. There wasn’t even a speck of dust on the floor aside from in my mane.

Down the wooden stairs and through the kitchen into the extensive, mostly silent dining hall. They’d been waiting, they all looked at me, examining me. I looked like hell and I’d stare at me too were I in their shoes. They’d already set a plate for me, my usual salad sat pretty as ever, though they’d never bothered to place it there before I came before, I had a feeling it was the first they set this before I was there..

I sat there, feeling heavier than usual. I ate like a robot: hoof down, up, munch munch, down up munch munch. I knew she was coming, we all knew, but she seemed to be drawing it out, making me squirm. Tales of stallions she had one picked told of her amusement in watching her ‘prey’ quiver.

The others didn’t even touch their food, heck I wasn’t hungry, I just ate because I was supposed to eat, my mind was elsewhere. I felt afraid...and....excited? Yeah, that was a conflict I’d have to deal with. I caught stares at me left and right when I bothered to look around. Conversation was muted, but still there. Were they jealous?

Part of my brain wanted her; the power, the grace, it was alluring. But another part of me wanted to run away, balked at the idea that I didn’t have a choice in the matter, that she would have me whether I wanted her too or not.

The hooves hit the floor in the parlor.

Everyone flinched.

Clop. Clop.Clop.

Out of the parlor, past the bar, and past each of the special rooms, closer and closer to the double doors. And then. They stopped.

“Lace? Oh Lace.” She sung. Everyone stopped, despite the fact they had been frozen in place already.

Lace looked confused for a moment. She and leather shared a look before the brown mare nodded. Lace took a breath and stood. I was so afraid I didn’t even watch as her amazing ass walked to the door.

She poked her head out and there was a brief exchange.

She pulled it back and looked at me.

“She...she wants you to come to her.” She said, her voice tiny. Now things were really out of hoof.

She always came in, she always selected. She never made us go anywhere. We were her girls, her box of toys, she would come and pick the one she wanted. Everyone would breathe a sigh of relief as they were not chosen, but would not breath as she walked around them. To her, we were just things to play with.

But not today. I stood on automatic, and nodded to Lace, before walking out of the kitchen with a slow cautious walk.

My own heartbeat was loud in my ears.

Out of the kitchen and into the hallway, the Madame’s room was right by the entrance, so she could hear everything that went on, who came in, who came out, what was happening in the restaurant, everything, and no mare had ever been inside, save her. And now.

Save me.

I walked up to that large, black door and knocked. I don’t know why, she’d asked me in, I could probably just walk in with no trouble, but it was like entering a forbidden place, somewhere new, unexpected. It just seemed right to knock out of courtesy.

“Come...in.” She said, she drew out the last word, as she tended to do. I closed my eyes, the door would open inwards, all of them did, just a push of my head and I’d be inside.

“Inside the Madame’s room.” My lungs filled with air as I took a breath, my black eye throbbed, and then...I pushed and walked inside. I stepped across the threshold into her particular boudoir, unknowing what I would expect to find.

The inside of her room was not as I has expected. I don’t know what I expected, perhaps some kind of sex dungeon, filled with whips and chains and bondage, or a sensual place filled with rose petals and plush beds..

What I got was dark purple. Her room was done up completely in the color, the color of royalty, the color of eroticism. Well, she’d never exactly been modest. She stood in the corner, facing the mirror, I could see her face reflected in it, but she wasn’t looking at me, she didn’t seem to be looking at much at all beside herself.. She was elsewhere, admiring her own beautiful features like I had many times before.

“Do you remember where I found you?” She asked.

I nodded, the words coming out of my mouth by themselves. “Yes...I was starving, in the gutter, at the end of my rope. I’d robbed a store.” She nodded, turning back to the mirror.

“Yes, yes you did. Now, would you ever rob me?”

I shook my head.

“Would you rob a store if I asked you to?”

I nodded. She chuckled, a smile slithering across her features. “Good. You’ve always been such a good girl Trick. But...you’ve got something you wouldn’t do for me...”

I felt a stab of fear in my heart.

“N-no...I’d do anything for you...”

She looked at me in the mirror. Her thick tail started to come to life, sliding strands of hair moving towards me, seeming to look through me.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

I nodded. “Y-yes! Of course, you saved me!”

“Then why are you afraid of me?”

My words died in my throat. It took me a moment to find my voice. “Well...”

She arched a brow, her tail got closer to me, strands splitting off from the bigger ones, so thin I could hardly see them unless they neared something white.

“You’re...powerful.”

Her smile got wider at that. “Oooh, you are a good girl, Trick.” Strands of her tail wrapped around my legs, not touching me, just thin, strands of living hair so close to my skin I could feel them moving, wiggling. “And because I’m powerful, there is one thing you won’t do for me.”

I shuddered.

“You won’t tell me the truth.”

I almost stepped back, I almost pulled away, shocked. But I knew better than to do that.

She looked at my reflection still, at me, in the mirror. “I’ve always known though, you’re not very interested in your job are you?” Yet more strands of hair so thin, so light, wrapped around me, coiling around my legs. They were touching me now, slithering up my legs to tease around my torso, tingling and tickling along my belly.

I clamped my hind legs together.

“I-I...”

She tisked. “You don’t like stallions do you?”

My breath caught. She’d known, was that why she’d ask me here?

More and more light strands of mane tangled around me, caressing my body, along my sides, one started to curl around my neck, too light to choke me, but the promise was there, the rest of her tail was massive, she could easily overwhelm me in a second. Instead she let me stand there, to squirm. Another strand snaked further along my belly, pressing intimately close against my sensitive flesh.

“I see how you look at them, the other mares. Sure they tend to look at eachother now and then, but they always have their eyes on the prize, a cute stallion here and there, some of them even fall in love. Can you imagine?” she laughed, her tail wrapped more light stands around me, the one at my neck wrapping a fourth time, I started to feel it now, a gentle pressure.

I didn't answer, I probably couldn’t form words.

“But you, oh not you, you only have eyes for the mares.” She turned her head finally, looking at me directly, standing there as her tail teased me. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

That caught me off guard. Not that I had much.

“Well?” the strand at my neck squeezed.

“Yes!” I yelled, and suddenly there were tears in my eyes. “Yes you’re beautiful!”

She smiled, more gently this time. “Good. Now, doesn’t that feel better.?”

I blinked. I was really off kilter now. “Um...yes?”

She smiled a bit more, it took on that edge again. “Good, good. And now that I’ve taken away your true pain.” The strands of living hair suddenly tightened, they’d built up around me, slowly sensually. For all my clenching, I was dripping all over the floor. “Let me show you love.”

I only struggled for a moment, her tail started to pull me forwards, more and more strands wrapping around my body. It only took one thing, one little thing to make me give in.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Come here. I accept your love.”

And with that, my hooves gave in, her tail pulled me like I was weightless, her mane starting to wrap around me too, thicker strands engulfing my body, each wiggling and exploring; no part of my body left untouched. Every nook and cranny suddenly awash with touches, sensual and soft.

I moaned out, loud and long.

I’m quite sure they heard me in the kitchen. My body struggled on impulse, the sensation overload almost too much. I squirmed and moved against them. The mass of her mane imprisoned my head, her voice in my ear, her tongue snaked out to lick along it, a sensual, warm, wet touch. “Shhh, enjoy it.” she whispered. “Let me show you love.”

Her coils constricted around me, snatching my breath away for a moment, there was one place they hadn’t touched yet, that writhing mass of pampered mane and tail. My slit ached with need, the touch of a mare I had craved for so long.

“Do you want me to give it to you?” she whispered.

“Yes! PLEASE PLEASE YES!” I begged.

“All you had to do was ask.” She kissed my ear, and like that, she invaded.

One long, thick strand delved into me, wiggling and squirming it’s way into my body in ways no stallion ever could, my body was rocked with pleasure, I almost came right then, but no. She wouldn’t respect me for that. I’d just be that kid on the bed. Slow to start and quick to finish.

“Oooh, I like you.” she purred.

I was lost in her touch, I couldn’t tell which way was up and which was down, they coiled, grabbed, squeezed and caressed, every inch of me, strands pouring over my flanks and rump, squeezing and feeling, around my belly, my legs, my hooves, my face. The world had turned dark from the already deep purple room. Her tail had completely overwhelmed my entire body, holding me in its cocoon of pleasure.

More of it poured into my needy slit, filling me, pumping in and out, in and out. I could feel another, smaller strand snaking along the curve of my haunch, slithering slowly, teasingly drawing itself over my supple body before it pressed itself to my asshole. It tickled its tip against the puckered entrance, I moaned as it swirled around it, she dared me to cume then, just to see if I would she teased and taunted, and then, she dove in, both holes filled with her, she didn’t take it slow. She took me in every way possible, as I cried out, her mane lathered itself against my tongue before diving down my throat.

I could hear her voice against me, her breath was heavier, huskier, lustier.

“My mane and tail are special you know...one day...I might tell you why...but for now...they need your love...and affection. I am no changling, no flowers, or candies. They want feral love, primal love. They want your lust. Give it to them and to me.”

Everything descended into a haze. My body became nothing but pleasure, pure and unfiltered, a lightning rod. She knew every spot to touch, and how to do it, every nerve was on fire. I gave in.

I came.

Hard.

I’ve never felt anything like it, I’d been with a mare or two before...before meeting the Madame, but nothing compared to this, it just kept coming and coming. I knew what Sweet Kiss had been moaning about. It just didn’t stop. It might have been minutes, but more likely it was hours. She stimulated me, a constant orgasm, leaking and leaking, all over her mane, her tail, it seemed to absorb it, take it into itself

.

I couldn’t think, I couldn’t see, I could only moan.

And they sure as hell heard it in the kitchen.

Somewhere around what felt like the 10th hour but was probably not even as many minutes, I lost consciousness.

Apparently, My body had kept moaning, I heard stories later, it’d been the whole day my moans had rung out around Madame Marelevolent’s Maretropolis Brothel.

I’d woken up in my bed, they’d told me there, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t for three days.

When I could finally stand, the Madame gave me the day off, not directly, I heard through Lace, who always seemed to be surprised I was alive. I kinda was too. But I got bored doing nothing on my day off, and set about cleaning up the parlor.

There was a mare in there. A mare with a purple coat and a pink streak her hair. She wasn’t one of ours. She was obviously someone who didn’t belong here. She wore glasses, and everyone seemed to walk right by her, but it was obvious to me who she was.

I walked up to her and asked. “What do you want, hero?”

She looked up at me. “The Madame.” She said simply.

Author's Note

Annnd, that's the end of the story.

Written in one day 11k words. Whew, that was ride. I might write a sequel, depending on how much interest there is. Heck if it makes the featured box I'll make a trilogy of stories.

Thumbs and comments appreciated.