It was nearly midnight and Twilight had barely gotten any studying done. She had been watching Dash to make sure she was safe downstairs. Having helped Rarity check the rigging, Twilight knew Dash was in less danger than she realized.

The noose had a small knot in it to make sure it didn’t tighten and choke her to death, and likewise, Twilight could teleport down there in an instant. Still, watching her squirm there and knowing she thought she might actually die was too much.

She put on the Mare Do Well costume and headed downstairs. Rarity had given her permission to take Dash down and put her to bed if the ice melted or she was in trouble. Twilight had decided they’d gone far enough for one night.

When the door to the basement opened, Dash froze. Her legs were shivering from the cold and she gulped. The rope was chafing at her neck, and she had spent the night imagining every horrible thing that might happen to her.

The lights in the room were adjusted and a showerhead in the far corner was turned on. Dash saw the pony in the Mare Do Well costume approaching. She wanted so badly to to turn the tables on the pony, yet was powerless to help. Part of her wanted to give in, to ensure her own safety and serve the Mistress. That part was easily ignored by her loyal side, who needed to know her friends were safe.

“Dash?” the pony said. She could hear that same artificial voice, and realized they must be masking their voice with magic. Dash was in pain from the plugs inside her and the gag stretching her jaw.

Twilight used her magic to remove the rope and float Dash in her magic over to the corner. She laid her down on the tiles and began to release the air from the butt plug and dildo. Once they had shrunk down, they slid out easily.

“I’m going to take the gag out. Don’t scream or you’ll get in trouble,” Twilight said.

Dash nodded, and the gag was removed. It took a moment to work a kink out of her jaw so she could speak. “P-please, I need to shit.” She heard something behind her and flinched, expecting it to be a whip.

“Of course, go ahead.” Twilight adjusted the warm water to flow down on Dash, and wash her waste down the large drain. She wondered why Rarity had such a large shower in her dungeon. Did her bondage sessions really get that messy this often?

Dash moaned as she finished relieving herself, and she squirmed to get the warm water to flow over her wings. She let herself go and began to cry, sobbing softly at first. Her chest began to heave visibly as she wept at her predicament.

Twilight couldn’t believe she was seeing her best friend crying as a puddle of her own urine flowed down the drain. She had been fascinated by the psychological lessons to be learned here and forgot to take the feelings of her friend into account. Twilight began to wonder if Rarity had gone too far.

“Thank you. If I. . . if I call you mistress and obey the rules, do you swear to me you won’t hurt my friends?”

“Dash, we aren’t going to let you or your friends get hurt. I promise,” she said.

“How do I know that’s true, Mistress?” Dash spat. “I didn’t ask for any of this, hell, for all I know my friends think I abandoned them for the Wonderbolts! They must think I’m such an ass.”

“I don’t think that—I mean they wouldn’t,” Twilight said.

“What?” Dash felt the warm water being moved around, cleaning off all the sweat and soothing her muscles. “Can I get out of these restraints? I’m really sore. . . Mistress.”

“Oh, yeah. If you try anything though, I’ll punish you.” Twilight saw a soft restraint bolted to the corner and placed it on one of Dash’s hind legs. She then unfastened the binders from her four legs, and even removed the rings that were numbing her wings to keep her from flying.

Dash stood up and looked around, puzzled. She stared at Mare Do Well for a minute while stretching. “Thanks.”

“You can have a few minutes to bathe and stretch. I must put you back in restraints before morning.”

Dash huffed and began to preen herself, glancing down at the restraint keeping her trapped. It was attached by a chain to the wall, though the bolt in the wall might break. The chain looked solid, and the synthetic leather strap had a clasp locking it shut that required magic to open.

A metal bar fell into the basin of the shower and Dash turned to see it attaching itself to one of her legs. “What are you doing?”

Twilight sighed and twisted the bar, causing the leather to bite into her leg painfully. “That’s Mistress to you. Do not mistake my sympathy for mercy. Your training has just begun.” She breathed a sigh of relief, worried she wouldn’t be able to keep Dash under control.

The spreader bar found its way to her other leg and locked it in place, spreading her legs wide apart. “Fuck that, who are you? Are you one of my friends? Where’d you get that outfit? ANSWER ME!” Dash screamed.

Twilight hesitated, not expecting her to be so violent. The textbooks she had read on psychology hadn’t prepared her for such a violent response to the conditioning.

“You’ll pay for your insolence,” a new voice said. Twilight turned and saw Rarity in her Mare Do Well costume walking across the basement and levitating a gag.

Dash’s jaw fell in shock. “No, it can’t be. . .” She looked between the two unicorns, suddenly recognizing the familiar glow of their magic. “Rarity? Twi—mmph! mmmmph!”

“You should not have come down here alone if you were not prepared to do what needs to be done,” Rarity said to Twilight. “Go now, I’ll take it from here.”

“No, I’ll watch,” she answered. Twilight could learn a thing or two and at the same time, felt a twinge of guilt seeing Dash being broken. She believed it was for the best, and stood off to the side.

Rarity sighed and finished strapping a bit and bridle onto Dash’s head. It was complete with blinders, and once it was locked on, forced her tongue down and silenced her. The bit was already getting uncomfortable against her teeth. “Very well. Good morning, Dash. I had hoped your ordeal last night would be sufficient to prove you will not leave here until you’ve seen the error of your ways. Now, I see drastic measures need to be taken.”

Twilight walked back towards the wall, curious to see Rarity work up close. A part of her was also unsettled, having seen Dash break down and cry briefly. She wondered if this was a little too extreme, if perhaps another solution existed, but she had come to far to back out now.

Rarity tightened two rings around Dash’s wings, causing them to go numb and fold in to her side. She then tied her forelegs behind her back again, leaving her in the shower with her face pressed against the wet floor and her ass spread high in the air.

“This letter came for you today. ‘Dear Dash, it is with great joy, blah blah blah, accepted to the Wonderbolts. Come to our training camp in Cloudsdale before the end of the month to officially accept your position or it will go to the next pony on our list,” Rarity said.

Dash’s eyes went wide and she felt a surge of anger. Her own friends wanted to take her dream away from her. She lunged forward to attack Rarity, but with the restraints and slick tiles succeeded only in falling flat on her stomach.

“So, I see this going two ways. The first way, you start obeying me. I teach you why your ego has gotten out of control, and how to fix it. The second way, is that you resist and make my life difficult.” Rarity pulled off her Mare Do Well hood. “I had hoped to keep our identity secret longer to speed your training, but we’ll have to improvise.”

Rarity leaned over and lifted Dash’s head to make sure she could see the letter. “This is my leverage. I’ve never liked you, Dash. You lack generosity and kindness, and you’re more loyal to yourself than anypony else. I was adult about it, until you started hurting Fluttershy. She’s my special somepony, and what we have is beautiful. Then you come along and act like a gift card to the spa can make up for skipping her birthday, or not feeding her animals, time and time again!”

She dropped Dash’s face onto the hard tile and stepped backward. Rarity tucked the letter into her outfit. “So, Dash, I’ve taken the choice away from you. You can cry, fight, and suffer. You can refuse training and I won’t let you go until next month, destroying your chance at the Wonderbolts. Or, you can obey me, and I may let you leave in time to join. The choice is yours.”

Rarity unclicked the bit and loosened a strap, letting her pull it out of Dash’s mouth. “What’s your choice, Dash?”

“Fuck you, Rarity, I never li—mmph!” Dash’s face turned red as she spit past the bit, trying to speak.

“Very well.” Rarity fastened the bit in place and turned the hot water off, leaving the ice cold shower water to pour onto Dash. She was still attached to the wall, in a spreader bar, with wings and forelegs useless behind her.

Dash flopped around like a fish, trying to get her legs beneath her to maneuver out from under the cold water. Her stomach was covering the drain, and the cold water pooled around her. Already she was shivering as the cold pierced her to the bone.

“Come, darling, let’s go upstairs and discuss our next lesson for Dash.”

Twilight turned and followed Rarity up the stairs, leaving Dash in quite a predicament. She realized that she would never get back to her hooves, tied up as she was. Dash also realized, she had to lean to the side and squirm to allow the cold water to drain. If she let the water build up too long, it might flood the shallow basin and make breathing difficult.

Her whole body was numb and it had barely been a few minutes. Dash’s mind raced, wondering what gave her friends the right to treat her so poorly. She had often suspected Rarity as the mastermind behind Mare Do Well, and had never been particularly fond of her either. Did all of her friends know she was chained up in this basement? Or was Rarity manipulating Twilight into helping?

Twilight ate some toast while watching Dash on the television. She was still shivering in the corner of the shower. Rarity had assured her that this was necessary, and Twilight had tried to resume her studies. Instead, she found herself constantly distracted by the drenching wet pony on the screen.

“Hello, Twilight,” Fluttershy said.

“Oh, hi Fluttershy. You come to check on Dash?”

“Why? Is she being punished again?”

“Yeah, Rarity had to play her trump card early, told Dash about the Wonderbolts acceptance letter,” Twilight explained.

“Oh dear, that can’t be good. I was afraid Dash would just leave me behind in Ponyville and never visit when she got accepted. You don’t think Rarity would really keep her chained down there to prevent that?”

“I don’t know. The books I’ve studied say this kind of conditioning should take hold sooner than the end of the month. She also found out it’s us in the costumes. Rarity was upset about that setback too.”

“How long has she been in that cold water?” Fluttershy asked.

Twilight looked up at the clock. “Oh dear, I must have lost track of time. It’s been a few hours.”

“Twilight! Where’s Rarity? I’m going to go check on Dash.”

“Uh, out shopping I think.”

“Turn that TV off and give me an hour with Dash. We can’t treat her like some diseased animal.”

“We aren’t, but the textbook clearly says you must deponify and break down a pony to get them to accept a new set of moral value—”

She turned around and stormed out without waiting for a response. Fluttershy put on the Mare Do Well costume and headed towards the basement. She was still Rarity’s lover and pet, and she did not want to disappoint her master, but Dash was a friend. Fluttershy would at least offer her some comfort for the training she knew would come.

Once in the basement, she walked over and turned the hot water back on, slowly warming Dash up. She was too cold and numb to speak, just shivering and looking at the disguised pony in front of her. This one had no horn, and had two wings with purple cloth hiding their color.

Dash felt the warmth creeping back into her limbs, and soon her numb hooves began to twitch and stop tingling. She flinched as she heard the water knob turn. Luckily, it was to turn the water off.

Fluttershy took a blanket and began drying Dash off. She used several towels to make sure she was dry and warm, then unfastened her from the wall. She was careful not to get kicked as she traded the spreader bar for a pair of soft restraints on her hind legs.

“Dash, I’m going to put you in a more comfortable position. If you try to escape, Rarity will punish us both,” Fluttershy said.

She recognized the voice of her friend and began to cry, fearing the betrayal of her oldest and closest friend.

Fluttershy gingerly guided Dash’s forelegs under her belly and attached them to the hindlegs, creating a loose hogtie. She then removed the bit from her mouth, but left the harness in place in case it needed put back in.

“F-Fluttershy?” Dash whimpered. “Why?” She began to cry.

She did her best to drag her out of the shower and onto a blanket, which she then pulled to a nearby mattress on the floor. “Dash, shhh, it’s okay. I know this must be scary. We just want to help you.”

“Rarity took my acceptance letter! She’s gonna r-ruin my life! How can you l-let her?” Dash asked.

Fluttershy sat down next to Dash on the mattress. “You remember flight camp, before you did the rainboom? How we’d always talk and hang out. Then, after your rainboom, it’s like I was your shadow. You barely had time to hang out, and I always slowed you down. You were too cool, too busy, and I was content to just follow you around. It’s all I had left.”

Dash looked up at her and saw she had taken her hood off and was wiping a tear off her face. “What?”

“You’ve always been my role model. I was too shy to make new friends, and you made dozens. I was a weak flier, and you were the very best. After I got my cutie mark, if you hadn’t moved down to the ground to support me—I don’t think I could have made it on my own outside Cloudsdale. You’re a huge part of my life Dash.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because you hurt me, and not just me. Your friends have their reasons, but what about me? Or Scootaloo? We idolize you, we’re your friends, and you haven’t made time for either of us. Did you know Angel is one of the animals that moved out of my house? He always had an attitude but. . . but. . .”

Fluttershy had begun to cry and Dash shifted her weight to nuzzle at her side. “Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t feed them. I got sidetracked.”

She looked down at Dash. “I came down here to ask you something, Dash. I want you to agree to this training. If you don’t change, not only will Rarity be cruel, but when she does release you, I won’t be waiting for you. I’ll have moved on and found a new best friend. I’m tired of you hurting me.”

“You want me to agree to do what that psycho says? She tried to kill me last night, and nearly froze me to death!”

“I was scared too when I agreed to be her pet. She’s a different pony down here but it was so liberating, so much fun. Dash, she would never do anything to truly hurt or kill you. And yet, she will make you suffer until you accept your new role. I promise you that you’ll like the changes.”

“Who else is in on this? All of you?” Dash asked.

Fluttershy looked away, and then nodded. “They were all upset and quick to agree.”

“Hmph, so I’m not getting out of this no matter what I say. Makes my answer pretty meaningless,” Dash huffed and laid her head down on the mattress.

“Not to me, Dashie.” Fluttershy picked her head up and looked her in the eyes. “This isn’t a choice of whether or not you stay trapped in this basement until Rarity sets you free. This is a choice about whether or not you want to be a better mare, about whether or not you want to be my friend. Think about that carefully before you answer, Dash.”

“My answer is—mmph!” Dash shook her head, making it difficult for Fluttershy to put the bit back in.

“I know you’ll need some time to think about it, Dash. Now, I need to go back upstairs.”

Dash mumbled and thrashed on the bed, begging her to stay.

“Dash, if I stay, Rarity will punish you. The first rule of breaking a new submissive is not to be kind to them until they accept their role as a servant.”

She protested again, causing Fluttershy to sigh and hand her head in defeat.

“Well, Dash, this probably won’t end well for either of us but I’ll stay here and help you get some sleep.”

Fluttershy put the Mare Do Well hood back on and curled up behind Dash, using her wing to keep her warm. The two ponies cuddled on the mattress in the middle of the dirty basement and waited to fall asleep.

Dash thought about her answer to Fluttershy. Before she jammed the bit in, she was going to say no. Yet now Dash wasn’t so sure. Rarity was playing the role of evil master all too well, and yet Twilight had seemed a bit hesitant and clearly Fluttershy was still her friend.

She considered the possibility that maybe this was really for her own good. After all, the five of them had agreed to do this together, so it wasn’t just one pony going off the deep end. Plus, Fluttershy had made it clear this wasn’t about ruining Dash’s life or punishing her, but about changing her.

Dash would do anything to protect her friendship with Fluttershy. It was the only one she still had from flight camp, and for good reason. She began to recall the many ponies she had known over the years. Over time, Dash lost touch with all of them. At first she was too busy to visit, then she’d only see them at the occasional airshow, and finally she’d just stop talking to them all together.

As she fell asleep she thought about her answer again. Maybe she should say yes to Fluttershy, prove she wants to be a better mare. But would it really be worth whatever schemes Rarity was cooking up? What if they turned her into some mindless drone to eat them out whenever they went into heat?

Dash wasn’t sure what would happen, but as she felt Fluttershy’s heartbeat she knew she still had one friendship she hadn’t ruined. She would gladly tell her the answer was yes so that no matter what happens, at least one pony would have forgiven her. Dash bumped Fluttershy’s head to get her attention.

“Dash?” she asked.

She nodded her head yes.

Fluttershy smiled and then hugged her. “Oh, I’m so proud of you. Come on, let’s get some sleep. You’ll need your strength.”

A sharp stinging pain burnt into Dash’s flank. She tried to roll over and felt ropes dig into her legs. Another jolt caused her to cry out in pain and open her eyes. Two ponies stood in the Mare Do Well costumes.

Dash noticed new additions to the outfits: both ponies had horns and wings. This wasn’t possible, only Twilight was an alicorn. Had Rarity really added fake wings or horns just to fool Dash? Were her mind games that important?

A large electric rod jabbed into Dash’s side again, causing her to spasm in pain. “Oh, Dash, what did you do to my pet?” Rarity said.

Rarity levitated the electric rod in mid-air for a minute, thinking. “Hmm, interesting. I suppose it would be helpful to have a carrot on the end of the stick. Unfortunately, she is my carrot, and I am your mistress. Now, I am here to ensure you pay our guest the respect she deserves.”

The nearby duplicate Mare Do Well bounced up and down in excitement. “Oh this will be so much fun!”

“Not much point in the disguises when you make it this easy,” Dash quipped. She was rewarded with another blast of electricity into her side.

“You are less than nothing. You are my prisoner, my slave. I will take everything from you, your hopes, dreams, even your precious mane, if I must to make you obey me. Tell me, Dash, do I need to shave your hair off?” Rarity asked.

Dash bit her tongue to prevent herself from making a hasty remark, and tasted blood. Nothing would be more embarrassing than having her mane and tail shaved off, especially with the Wonderbolts acceptance and only a couple weeks to get to Cloudsdale to make it official. “No, Mistress,” Dash whispered.

“What was that?” Pinkie asked. “I think we hurt her ears, that was really soft!”

“Yes, Dash, care to repeat that?” Rarity asked.

“No, Mistress,” Dash said louder.

“You do not deserve to know which of us tortures or rewards you. You should treat us all the same, with respect, submission, and a willingness to think of somepony but yourself. That is why we don this costume. You must obey and show true loyalty to any pony, not just the ones you deem worthy.”

Rarity jammed the cattle prod into Dash’s side again and laughed.

Pinkie cleared her throat. “Now, I need to punish you for cuddling Master’s pet.”

Dash laughed, “Do you even know what a sex slave is, Mistress?”

“Sure I do! It’s a pony that’ll fuck me anytime I ask! I’ve always wondered what you taste like, Dash, can I have a taste?” Pinkie asked.

“Hell no!”

Pinkie began tickling one of Dash’s hooves. She could see her running a cyan feather against her hoof, but could not move her legs. She was tightly bound, pulled taut and spread eagle on the bed.

“S-stop!” Dash shouted between laughs. She began thrashing and bouncing, struggling to catch her breathe.

“Nope, not until you ask properly!”

Rarity took a step back as Pinkie continued to torture her hooves, tickling until Dash was in tears. Eventually she had to step in and stop Pinkie, to keep Dash from passing out. Pinkie didn’t know that all that laughing could easily cause her to hyperventilate.

“Oh, does this mean I can taste her now?” Pinkie said. “Mr. Cake says mares taste delightful but I wouldn’t know, I’ve never tried one!”

“Really, I wonder about you sometimes. Make her beg for it,” Rarity said.

Pinkie leaned down and watched Dash catch her breath. “Dashie, beg me to eat you!”

“N-no, Mistress,” Dash gasped. She was still trying to slow her breathing.

“Come on, please! Tell me how badly you need it!” Pinkie began tickling her hooves again, causing her to quickly return to tears and short bursts of laughter.

“Stop! O-okay, p-plea—” Dash began gasping, and Rarity stepped in again.

“Strong work, now let her answer,” Rarity ordered. “Dash, if you beg her, I’ll let you cum. A reward for your good behavior.”

“Oh goodie,” Pinkie said.

Dash finally caught her breath and admitted defeat. “Please, Pink—Mistress, please f-fuck me. I need it b-badly.”

Rarity smirked having passed the first hurdle to breaking Dash, and left to give them their privacy.

“Oh, you’re already wet! We should do this more often, it’s much easier than that time in high school when I got trapped in a mine with that cute stallion,” Pinkie stated.

“Uh. . . okay, Mistress? Dash said.

She watched as Pinkie crawled on the bed between her sore legs. They had been spread out and tied down for a while now. The hood allowed Pinkie’s tongue out of the Mare Do Well outfit. It quickly found its way to Dash’s marehood.

Pinkie lapped against the damp blue labia in front of her. Dash had expected to feel violated but after all she had been put through, she could only moan in delight. It felt good to have some sensation aside from pain, and some thoughts aside from the mad mare Rarity.

Dash bucked her hips forward and was rewarded as Pinkie’s tongue slipped inside. It felt better than she had imagined, having only been with stallions before. Their tongues seemed clumsy compared to Pinkie’s. She even knew exactly where to place her lips as she suckled at Dash’s clitoris.

The fire in Dash’s belly was raging as she took pleasure in the moment. A fleeting thought of how this is exactly what Rarity wanted was pushed aside as Dash felt Pinkie’s muzzle press tightly against her. The tongue fell in deeper, hitting the perfect combination of spots.

Dash screamed girlishly as she came, and felt Pinkie catching all the juice that flowed from her excited sex. She began panting, “Thank you, Mistress.” Dash realized the words once she had said them but could not take them back. She was about to protest her treatment when Pinkie sat down on her muzzle.

“Alright, my little slave, time to do Pinkie! Get to it!”

“Yesmmph,” Dash muttered. Pinkie had lowered herself into place and forced Dash’s hoof. She had no choice but to return the favor. As she licked her tongue out she had expected to find something unpleasant. The salty musk of a cock was not foreign to her, but tasting another mare was. Dash was glad to find a different flavor completely, almost sweet, and much more slick. Pinkie’s marehood moistened itself, whereas a stallion relied on the mare for lubrication.

It was every bit a fantasy for Dash, the kind she’d have late at night and never admit: to be making love while tied to a bed. Though not at all like she imagined it, she set to work emulating Pinkie’s earlier actions.

Dash was surprised to find all the different folds and layers in the lips of her pussy. She had never explored a mare so thoroughly, not even herself. Dash nibbled at the lips and felt Pinkie push down on her, enjoying it. She could have explored the tender areas around her clit for hours, but her Mistress had other plans.

Pinkie sat down completely, leaving Dash’s tongue no recourse but deeper into her canal. As she probed inside, she was amazed to feel the walls spasming around her. Dash’s tongue rolled along the smooth walls as they attempted to grasp it and pull it in deeper. Her tongue reached in as far as it could as the spasms quickened in pace.

Dash could barely breathe, smelling only the scent of Pinkie’s arousal in short gasps while they bucked against each other. Her tongue found the perfect angle and seconds later fluid was shooting down into Dash’s face.

Pinkie tightened her thighs and rubbed against Dash, riding her orgasm down. After several minutes, she fell to the side of Dash and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, my little Dashie, that was awesome!” Pinkie said.

“Yes, Mistress, can I go now?” Dash asked.

“Silly, that’s not up to me! Look on the bright side. I bet it can’t get any worse!” Pinkie stated.

Dash groaned. “I wish you hadn’t said that.”

Pinkie got up and trotted towards the stairs to leave.

“Hey, you can’t leave me like this!”

“Oh, Dash, which part of sex slave don’t you understand?”

“The core concept. Now come on, this is painful,” Dash pleaded.

“Nuh-uh, you have to beg!” Pinkie giggled and trotted over to her side.

“Please, Mistress, loosen the ropes.” Dash looked up and her defeat was evident.

Pinkie pondered the ropes for a second and finally found how to loosen them up. Once she had adjusted them, Dash was able to lay back and get some sleep. Pinkie exited quietly and went upstairs, where she found Rarity, Twilight, and Fluttershy waiting.

“Good work, Pinkie,” Rarity said.

“Yes, that was fascinating,” Twilight stated. “Perhaps Fluttershy was correct, Rarity. You were being too harsh with no reward.”

Rarity spun around and glared at Twilight. “Do not question my methods, they work fine when I’m not being undermined.”

Fluttershy didn’t shy away as Rarity turned her gaze on her. “I did what had to be done, Rarity, she was broken.”

“No, Fluttershy, she was not. Perhaps by dinner time I would have broken her, but you had to go and give her hope.” Rarity shook her head and sighed. “At least now that you’ve gotten her consent, I can be even more cruel in my methods.”

Fluttershy gasped as Twilight spoke. “Is that a good idea?”

“Wait, can I still play with Dash if we’re gonna be meaner?” Pinkie asked.

“Yes, to both of you. I promise you my methods have never failed. If any of you wishes to see this first hoof, then feel free to undermine me again,” Rarity said with a calculating stare at the trio.

Fluttershy finally had to break eye contact and hide behind her mane. She knew Rarity and Dash never got along well, but had always been Rarity’s lover. She chose to be her pet, and she chose to let Rarity dominate her. Yet a part of her worried that Rarity was letting some old grudge resurface and influence her training of Dash.

“We’ll do this by the book,” Twilight said, breaking the silence. “So long as your methods are clinically sound and safe, we’ll continue this experiment.”

“Agreed, if you come to me first next time you have reservations. Now, we must plan for this evening’s activities, and I think Applejack’s skill with ropes may come in quite handy.” Rarity smiled and headed towards her front door to get some fresh air.

Author's Note

I re-wrote this three times and spent the whole weekend trying to find some magical way to please everyone. While this is technically written for my followers for hitting 900 followers, I realized I can't please everyone. I nearly canceled it because I was so stressed trying to balance the con vs non-con people, the 'fuck dash' vs 'twidash' people, the 'Dash knows' vs 'doesn't know' who it is, etc...

If you have any story prompts though, I'm taking *all* story prompts when I hit 1,000 followers.

As for this, it is what it is now.