Six Months Later. . .

“Good morning, Dash,” Twilight said.

“Hey, Twi, you want some eggs?” Dash asked.

As she turned and smiled, Twilight saw her wearing her collar. “Dash? Wasn’t it your turn today?”

“Nah, I lost a bet to Fluttershy that I could last longer than her so she gets to be the Mistress this weekend.” Dash pulled Twilight’s collar out and tossed it to her. “Catch!”

She caught the collar with her magic and buckled it on. “I’m still not sure this the proper psychological therapy for what you went through.”

“Oh hush.” Dash trotted over and kissed her, draping her wings around Twilight’s neck. After a minute of exploring her mouth with her tongue, she released her. “As horrible as it was, at least I learned that it’s okay to let go. I don’t always have to be in control. Sometimes it’s nice to have a gentle and loving pony hold the reins.”

Twilight smiled and pecked her on the cheek. “It sure is, Dash. But for our sake, I hope Mistress Fluttershy is in a gentle and loving mood today.”

“Heh, well if she’s not, just promise to get her back for me next weekend when it’s your turn.”

“Tell you what, if you share my bed with me again tonight I’ll let you be Mistress next weekend.”

“Really? Why so nice?”

“I almost lost you, Dash, and I realized something. You’re more than a friend to me, and I never want to spend a day apart from you again.” Twilight levitated a box out from beneath her wing and opened it.

Dash’s gaze was drawn to a golden heart name tag for her collar, ornately engraved with “Rainbow Dash” and small gems forged into her cutie mark. “Whoa, that’s so awesome! I agree, but won’t Fluttershy be jealous?”

Twilight smirked. “Not too jealous.” She levitated two more similar boxes from under her wing. One with a tag for Fluttershy and one for herself. “I’m just glad the three of us found each other, even if it took Rarity’s cruelty to do it.”

Dash flinched and looked away. “She’s uh. . . still in prison?”

“Another six months. It’s okay if you don’t forgive her—”

“No, I just hope she’s getting the help she needs,” Dash interrupted. “In the end she pleaded guilty to get Celestia to go easy on the rest of you girls, so the pony we knew is still in there somewhere.”

“I’m sure she is, and that we’ll meet that generous pony again. She has one of the most renowned psychiatrists in Equestria helping her.”

A nightstick banged against the bars of Rarity’s cell. The unicorn woke up with a jolt. “Wake up sunshine! Time for your therapy session,” the guard stated.

Rarity’s eyes went wide in horror, and she quickly pulled the cover up to her nose. “N-No thanks, I’m f-feeling very sick today!”

“It’s not up to you, and you’re not too sick to complain, so get up!” He banged the cell bars again loudly.

“Keep it down over there!” another inmate yelled.

Rarity sighed and timidly got to her hooves, legs shaking. She steeled her resolve and looked into the nearby mirror. Her mane and tail had been trimmed to a proper length for an inmate, just over a foot. Even with no beauty products she prided herself on appearance. She would spend hours trying to fix her mane each day to no avail, and today she decided not to even bother.

“Alright, let’s go,” Rarity said. She rubbed her sore horn where the magical dampener had been fastened. It had small screws that pierced the keratin, locking it in place. They were not deep enough to hit the nerve or bone beneath, yet enough that she could not pry it off. Only with the proper tool and magic could it be removed, neither of which she possessed.

The walk to the therapists office was a short one. Despite trudging along slowly Rarity only delayed the inevitable. The guard opened the door and she walked inside, ready to face her fate.

“Present yourself,” a voice commanded.

Rarity turned around and raised her flank in the air. She heard metal cuffs rattle in the air and clamp onto her hind legs. A spreader bar was wedged between them, holding them wide open. Rarity rested her face on the ground just as his magic yanked her legs behind her back. A leg binder was wrapped around them until they were bound as tightly as possible.

“Where are your manners?” the voice asked.

“T-Thank you, Master, for letting me come today,” Rarity said.

“Why are you here?”

“For therapy, Master. I’ve been a horrible mare and need to be punished.”

“And who will punish you?”

“My master. Please, mount me and use me for your pleasure, Master.”

“Very well.”

A ball gag floated in front of Rarity and she took it into her open mouth, knowing the punishment were she to resist. She grit her teeth as a stallion mounted her and pushed into her pussy while it was still dry.

Rarity squealed in pain as he tried to force himself in. He rarely allowed her to orgasm, usually finishing himself off and spraying her backside in semen. She had never felt so used or humiliated in her life, only now beginning to wonder if it’s how Fluttershy or Dash had felt.

“The guards tell me you’ve been trying to get out of our sessions. Faking illness, walking slowly, even crying to one last week?”

She sobbed and shook her head.

“Don’t lie to me. Clearly I need to devise a better punishment to show you the error of your ways. That is how it works, after all? Proper discipline can only be taught by domination and sadism?”

Rarity began to cry and shook her head again.

“Really? Those were your exact words, were they not? The very words you used to excuse your vile actions against a close friend Dash. For your lies I will take you and then flog you, and move Saturday’s session to tomorrow morning.”

She finally nodded her head.

“The bitch finds her manners. Very well, let’s get this over with.”

The stallion pulled his cock out of her vagina, which had only just begun to get lubricated. He then pushed his flared head against her anus. Rarity squealed and tried to writhe forward and escape. Her therapist had never penetrated her ass before.

“You brought this upon yourself. You could have obeyed your master, now you are punished for trying to avoid him.”

He pushed forward, overcoming her resistance and sliding the tip of his dick into her ass. She was very tight and he was forced to grab onto her mane and put his full weight into penetrating her. He ignored her tears as he managed to slide his full length inside her. He imagined what it must be like to have a shaft half the length of shoulder to flank shoved up the ass.

“You like this, whore?” He began to slowly slide out of her ass.

Rarity ignored her tears and nodded approval, wanting it to be over.

“I did not give you permission to enjoy it.” He slammed forward with all his weight, rocking her forward. With a quick pace and single-minded intent, he rammed her hard, slapping his balls against her flank. His pace was fast and her tightness incredible. It was of no concern that he was about to cum so soon, for the squeals of pain let him know his therapy was effective. She could be shown no pleasure unless obedient.

He slowed down at the last moment so he could hear her whimpering, then came inside her. His cock was held in place as it emptied his balls in Rarity’s ass. When she stopped whimpering, he began round two.

Applejack walked up to the chalkboard in Cheerilee’s classroom. “And that, fillies, is sexual harassment. If anypony ever touches you or says something that makes you uncomfortable about your gender, you have a right to report them to an adult such as Cheerilee.”

“Yepperoonie!” Pinkie said. She pulled out some balloon animals and made one of them touch the other in the ass. “And if anypony touches your private parts, or puts anything in them, that’s rape! You have the right to report them to the police, or to see a doctor and have a confidential report done.”

“Despite my friend’s enthusiasm, ah want you all to know it’s a serious matter. Any questions?” Applejack waited a minute but none of the students seemed to have one. “Alright then, we’re s’posed to be headed out to Dodge Junction next week and ah got an orchard full of apples to tend to.”

Cheerilee stood up and smiled. “Thank you. Everypony, say thanks to our guest speakers.”

The students, though a tad uncomfortable, began to clap their hooves on their desks and thank Applejack and Pinkie Pie.

“I heard they’re only guest speakers because Rarity is a rapist,” Diamond said.

“You take that back!” Sweetie screamed.

“The truth hurts. You’re lucky she didn’t rape you to—”

“Diamond Tiara!” Cheerilee shouted.

She gulped and faced her teacher. “Yes?”

“Since you don’t seem to grasp that this is no joking matter, you will accompany Applejack and Pinkie to Dodge Junction, and help them teach next week.”

“But I—”

“No buts, go with Pinkie right now and have her make you a copy of their presentation.”

Sweetie smiled as Diamond got her just reward. The smile was short lived, however, as she was still reeling from the loss of her sister. Sweetie wanted desperately to see her again in six months, almost as much as she wanted revenge on Diamond for tormenting her about Rarity.

Class was dismissed shortly after, and Sweetie hurried home to play with her friend. She had been allowed to live at the Boutique to keep an eye on it, and Applejack often stopped by to check on her with Apple Bloom.

Sweetie had heard the vile rumors that Dash had accused Rarity of. Dash had taken her sister from her, and upon picking the lock for the basement, Sweetie formed a plan to take something precious of Dash’s. For the last six months she had worked hard and when Rarity got out, they’d use Sweetie’s pet to recapture Dash.

Using the basic levitation spells she had finally mastered, Sweetie opened the door and walked into the basement. “Good afternoon, whore. You wouldn’t believe the day I had.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. Please, let me make you feel better and help you relax.” The wingless pegasus walked to the end of her chain and sniffed at Sweetie’s backside. The fillies fur was stained brown and her fuschia tail and mane shaved off. She was beaten regularly, despite her spirit breaking months ago.

Sweetie smiled and laid on her back, presenting herself. “Thank you, Opal II. You may pleasure your Mistress now.”

Author's Note

The alternate ending that grew into a full-fledged Sequel (which I like more than my own epilogue, because it's such a great read) is here: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/135797/mistress-do-well-fractured-elements

I had high hopes for this fic, but like shattered prism I had too many ideas, competing Stories, and a poor outline. I'm still proud of aspects of this story, just explaining why it fizzled out into a shock fic. Maybe the next bdsm slave story will be more realistic. Dash of humanity was the result of what I learned from shattered prism, so my next bdsm fic should take the lessons here to make something wonderful.

Thanks for reading, and again that sequel was written with a passion I had difficulty attaining in my own writing of this story. Check it out.

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