Chapters “So then, Discord was complaining how it was just a practical joke!” Dash explanied, waving her arms in the air.
Scootaloo and the rest of the Rainbow Dash Fan Club were gathered around her outside of the school, listening to her tale. Most of them had their prismatic wigs on, though Scootaloo went a step further. She had recently saved up her allowance until she could pay to get her hair dyed into a rainbow.
“That’s so awesome!” Scootaloo cheered.
“Yeah, the entire castle was scratching themselves for a week! Celestia had me do a rainboom and blow most of the itching powder out of the castle. The best part was when Discord said I wasn’t fast enough to punch him in the face—”
“No way! You totally punched him, right?”
“Yeah, Scoots. Before he finished the sentence, I totally knocked him flat on his butt! Celestia was pissed, nearly let Discord turn me into an action figure for a day.”
“Really? You should let him and I’d totally play with you for the whole week!”
“Sorry,” Dash explained. “I’d rather not be turned into a plastic filly’s toy, even if it was you who played with me.” She patted Scootaloo on the head. “Now, I need to go check and make sure there are no runaway strollers on fifth street.”
“What about our autographs?” Featherweight asked.
“Heh, sorry, I’m supposed to rescue some foals and then check on Fluttershy’s animals.”
“Come on! They can totally eat some grass on their own. You have to autograph our copies of your new comic book!” Scootaloo said.
Dash nearly blushed as she hovered in the air in front of her fan club. Recently, Dark Horse Publishing had come out with “Rainbow Dash: Mare of Justice.” It was a comic chronicling her heroism and bravery, and detailed at great lengths how she was the glue that held the Elements of Harmony together. According to it, Twilight wouldn’t have the courage to use the Element of Magic without Dash to support her.
She was about to correct her number one fan, and tell her that they took a few creative liberties. Yet, looking into the wide eyes of the fillies and colts felt so amazing. Dozens of young minds were worshiping her as a hero. Soon, she’d get the acceptance letter from the Wonderbolts and have thousands more screaming fans. She might as well get used to it now.
“Yeah, you’re right, Scootaloo, the animals can feed themselves. I’ve got time to sign your comic books and tell you all about the next chapter!”
“You know what’s gonna happen in the next comic, Dash?” Rumble asked.
“Of course I do! I was there, you know. Why, after I defeat the Shadowbolts and punch Nightmare Moon in the muzzle, I get to kick a dragon in the nose and make him run home to his mom, crying!”
“I thought Fluttershy scared the dragon off,” Featherweight said.
“Nah, it was totally the other way around. The dragon scared her off, but luckily I was there to make him taste my hoof!” Dash shouted. “Awww, yeah!”
Scootaloo ran forward with her comic in her mouth. It was protected by the plastic dust sleeve and was still in mint condition. “Do mine first, Dash!”
She took the comic to a nearby bench and Dash signed it with her marker. The rest of the fan club filed by. Snips, Snails, and Spike had joined the fan club being comic book fans themselves. They were the last few to get autographs before Dash stretched out her wings and yawned.
“Thanks, guys, but I’ve gotta go,” Dash explained. “See you at next week’s meeting?”
“But, Dash, you promised to take me flying and teach me how to get stronger wings,” Scootaloo said.
“Sorry, Squirt, I uh. . .” Dash rubbed a hoof behind her head. She had the feeling she’d forgotten something, but was too tired to remember what it was. She always took an afternoon nap around this time. “I’ve got to meet the Weather Team and make sure the uh. . . low pressure system doesn’t cause any storms. Barometric pressure, and all that.” She chuckled weakly.
“Aww, alright.” Scootaloo trotted over to Featherweight to compare their autographs.
Dash took the opportunity to fly up into the sky to find a comfy cloud to nap on.
“Wait, Dash, what about Fluttershy’s animals?” Spike shouted. Dash had flown too far away, and didn’t hear.
“Coming!” Twilight shouted. She was alone in the library while Spike was out getting an autograph. She opened the door to find Rarity and Fluttershy. “Oh, come in.”
“Thanks, darling.” Rarity used a hoof to guide Fluttershy inside.
Twilight noticed her friend had been crying. “Fluttershy, what’s wrong?”
“I-it’s my a-animals,” she explained between sobs.
“Dash was supposed to check on them while we were on our trip to Canterlot. I’ve opened my new clothing store there and we managed to hire a skilled pony to manage it, and sell my designs. Unfortunately, Fluttershy here was worried sick the whole trip,” Rarity explained.
“I s-should have n-never agreed t-to a v-vacation!” Fluttershy wailed.
Rarity hugged her and nuzzled her neck. “Nonsense. No pony in this town works harder to take care of the animals and be kind to everypony than you. A little relaxation with your marefriend should have been just what the doctor ordered.”
“Okay, girls, I’m afraid to ask, but what happened?” Twilight said. “Did the animals starve? Run off? Oh no—they weren’t attacked by something out of the Everfree?”
“N-no, w-worse,” Fluttershy stated. While it was not unusual for Fluttershy to wear her emotions on her foreleg, there was something different about her today.
Twilight took the opportunity to close the door behind them and give her some privacy. “Please, Fluttershy, tell me what’s wrong.”
Rarity hugged her for support and she managed to stop trembling. While chewing nervously on her lip, she began to explain. “D-Dash didn’t feed them, s-so over h-half of them moved b-back into the forest w-while we were g-gone.”
“Surely you can ask them to come back?” Twilight inquired.
Fluttershy began crying harder. “We’ve tried, Twilight, I’ve been out there with her all day. Most of the animals are upset because this isn’t the first time Dash has forgot to check on them, or ensure they don’t run out of alfalfa and oats.”
“Come to think of it, I remember you mentioning this before, Fluttershy. Why does Dash keep promising to feed your animals if she just forgets?” Twilight asked. “I would have been happy to have done it for you.”
“Twilight, she did ask. You were busy with the Town Hall elections, and your dissertation to Celestia on your first year as a princess,” Rarity explained.
“Oh my, you’re right. I’m so sorry, Fluttershy. If I’d known Dash was going to forget I’d have asked the princess for more time.”
“It’s not your f-fault,” Fluttershy said. “You c-couldn’t have known Dash would f-forget.”
“Did you ask her why yet?” Twilight questioned.
“No need,” Rarity replied. “Word around town has been that Dash has fallen back into her hero role. She had a new comic come out, the fan club is meeting weekly again, rumor has it her acceptance letter to the Wonderbolts should be coming in the mail any day now. I daresay her ego may have gotten the better of her once again.”
The door to the library opened and Spike stepped inside, carrying his signed comic book. He closed the door and then saw the three mares sitting in the middle of the floor, one of them in tears. “Oh, sorry to interrupt, Twilight.”
“It’s okay, Spike, we were just discussing how to get Fluttershy’s animals to move back in with her,” Twilight explained. “How was meeting with Dash?”
“Oh, she went on for like three hours before she’d sign my comic. Dash said something about checking on the animals, but she forgot. I tried to shout it to her, but she had taken off to do Weather Team stuff.”
“It’s a perfectly sunny day, and as a pegasus Fluttershy would know if a storm was coming in. What could she possibly be up to?” Rarity asked.
“Wait here,” Twilight instructed. “Spike, with me.”
As they left, Rarity continued to hug her distraught marefriend. “Shh, it’s okay Flutters. You can spend the night with me tonight, and I’ll make you feel all better.”
“I’ve known Dash so long, why does she keep hurting me?” Fluttershy asked.
“I’m sure it’s not intentional, honey, she’s the most loyal pony I know. I just think her ego gets in the way from time to time.”
“I wish we could change her, Rarity, I miss how she was in flight school. She was still loyal, but more timid, almost submissive. You’ve taught me a way to embrace that side of me, but Dash still views it as weakness.”
“True, I’d gladly put on the Mare Do Well costume again to cheer you up, Fluttershy.”
Twilight came back downstairs frowning. “I went onto the balcony and used my telescope. I saw Dash napping on a cloud over Sweet Apple Acres.”
Rarity smiled. “Twilight, I may have a solution.”
“Oh?”
“Fluttershy was just pointing out that Dash needs to have her ego deflated.”
Twilight gasped in surprise. “You mean Mare Do Well again? I felt sort of bad last time, she got so worked up over the whole thing.”
“I had something slightly different in mind. Something to force her to take the feelings and needs of others into consideration. Something to teach her that her submissive side isn’t a bad thing.” Rarity took a step forward and smirked at Twilight. “A little exercise in my basement that’ll teach her to stop making promises she can’t keep, and stop letting down her best friends.”
Twilight gasped, knowing what awaited in Rarity and Fluttershy’s basement. “We’ll need to get Pinkie and Applejack to be on board for this plan. We can’t use another half-measure on Dash, this time, we go all the way.”
“I’m on it, you just make Fluttershy comfortable and meet me at my house in time for dinner tonight. Pinkie and I will have a new house guest for you to meet.”
“Dashie!” Pinkie shouted. “Hey, Rainbow!”
Dash rolled over on her cloud and pulled her tail up and out of sight. She stuffed two blobs of her fluffy bed in her ears to block out the noise of her friend.
“Hey, Rainbow, come on down! Don’t be a party pooper!”
She moaned, and then her ears perked up. Party?
“Come on, everypony is gonna be there! I don’t want the guest of honor to be late.”
Dash pulled the plugs out of her ears and looked over the edge of the cloud. “Party? What kind of party?”
Pinkie smiled. “One for you, silly filly! Your comic came out, and you rescued the Cakes from that tidal wave of taffy when my taffy-maker broke.” Pinkie began to sing and taunt Dash. “Plus, Derpy has a letter for you!”
“What?!” Dash flew through the cloud, vaporizing it, and landed next to Pinkie. “My acceptance letter? I knew they’d accept me! I’ve only saved Equestria five times, plus I made the weasel migration in under 3 parsecs!”
“Sure did, lets go, party pony!” Pinkie began to trot down the road towards Carousel Boutique.“ So I heard about your new comic. I spend most of the fight against Nightmare Moon pulling party favors out of my hair.”
“Heh, don’t be so hard on yourself. The publisher figured you’d be the best pony for comic relief. I mean, it’s not like it was my idea to be the star of the comic. They said Twilight wouldn’t appeal to the right age group or something. I really hope that letter has good news. I’ve been promised another thirty issues if I make the Wonderbolts!”
“Oh, I sure hope you do, Dashie.”
“So, did you open the letter yet?” Dash asked.
“Of course not, that’s for you to do! Why, as soon as we get to Rarity’s house I bet they’ll all be waiting to hear you read it.”
“Thanks, Pinkie.” Dash landed on the ground next to her and together they walked towards the Boutique.
“Oh, no problem! I even baked you a very special cupcake. My helper didn’t show up earlier to help me make them, but I still managed to bake them all on time.”
“That sucks, who was supposed to be helping you bake cupcakes?”
“You were,” Pinkie deadpanned.
“Oh, well I uh. . . had something come up with the weather, you know? And then Scootaloo really wanted an autograph, then I uh. . . fell asleep on the way to help Applejack buck apples! Yeah!” Dash smiled nervously. Pinkie’s remark had just make her recall how she had not checked on Fluttershy’s animals either. It wasn’t just today she had let a friend down, but the whole week. Dash hoped that buying Fluttershy another day spa gift card would earn her forgiveness, as that had always worked in the past.
“We’re here!” Pinkie cheered. She pushed the door to Rarity’s home open.
Dash quickly walked inside and looked around. “Hey, Pinkie, it’s empty.”
“That’s odd, I could swear I left a bunch of ponies and cupcakes right over there.” She walked in and closed the door behind her.
“Something’s not right here. Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Pinkie?” Dash asked.
“Yep, this is gonna hurt!” Pinkie replied.
“Huh? Wh—”
There was a loud bang as Pinkie brought a frying pan down against the back of Rainbow’s head, knocking her out cold.
Rarity stepped out from the nearby hallway. “For Celestia’s sake, Pinkie, I was going to cast a spell on her to knock her out!”
“Oh, I thought you said ‘use a cast iron skillet to knock her out’! A spell makes much more sense.”
Rarity shook her head in disbelief. “Nevermind, I can work with this. I’ll get in costume and meet you downstairs. And, incase you misheard, you’re to act unconscious , not act obnoxious when Dash wakes up.”
Pinkie smiled and began to drag Dash towards the basement. “Oh silly, when have I ever acted obnoxious?”
Dash felt a sharp pain in her head, and something ice cold pushing against a large bruise. She moaned and tried to roll over to get rid of a cramp in her right foreleg. Nothing happened, so she pulled harder, eliciting pain in all of her legs. Opening her eyes a blurry basement began to resolve around her.
The last thing she remembered was being with Pinkie at Rarity’s home for a party. Blinking the drowsiness out of her eyes, she saw Pinkie laying on a blanket, with a rope tied around her waist. She called out for help and hear a muffled cry in response. Her mouth had been plugged with a large rubber gag, preventing her from screaming.
With renewed strength she tried to move her legs and stretch her wings. The wings were a lost cause. Something had been attached to the pinion joint of her wing. It numbed the wing from the joint to the tip, and Dash couldn’t will them to move at all. It felt like her wings had been taken from her, and her heart began to race.
Each foreleg had been tied behind her back. Tugging at them caused her hind legs to be pulled up towards her back painfully. They were also bound in some fashion of a hogtie.
In front of her eyes, Pinkie was dragged through a doorway on the blanket by a pony out of sight. Dash then heard a thudding sound, like a body being pulled up the stairs. A flash of anger went through her mind, and she was ready to kill anypony who would kidnap and hurt her friends. After a few more moments of struggling, a figure stepped through the doorway.
The only light in the room was pouring through the empty door frame. The silhouette of a pony clad in dark fabric was all Dash could see. They wore some sort of full body outfit to hide their identity, and the dark shades quickly blended into the shadow. A horn began to glow faintly and the door slid closed.
A tickling sensation went down Dash’s spine as she felt magic brushing across her face.
“You’ve been a naughty mare, Rainbow Dash,” a voice said. Dash tried but could not place who it belonged to. It almost sounded artificial, and too raspy, to be a real pony. “I’ve been watching you and I must say, you haven’t been very loyal to your friends. They’ve asked me to teach you a little respect, a way to submit and take other’s feelings into consideration.”
The ballgag began to loosen as the magic tugged at it. “If you scream, I’ll put this back in and leave you like this overnight to think about your behavior. Do we have an understanding?”
Dash decided not to scream, but she would still give this pony a piece of her mind. She nodded once, and the ball gag came out. “Who the buck do you think you are? If you hurt Pinkie I’ll kill you!”
“Really? From what I hear, over half of Fluttershy’s animals opted to move out when you didn’t stop by to feed and care for them. Pinkie keeps getting her hopes up that you'll come back with her to bake together. Twilight and Scootaloo still haven’t received a single flying lesson from you. Need I go on?”
“What the hell are you getting at? I’m a busy mare! I have to save Equestria, get on the Wonder—”
Dash thrashed and bit at the gag as it was reinserted, silencing her. “Now, Dash, it’s that attitude I’ve come to correct. You should be more concerned for hurting their feelings then protecting your ego. I’ll see to it you’ll never be too busy for your friends ever again. Let’s go over the ground rules so we can continue your training in a civilized manner.”
The ropes weren’t loosening no matter how much Dash tugged at them. She continued squirming in the futile hope she could escape.
“First rule, you are not allowed to speak. You will only speak when I ask you a question, and you will address me as Mistress.”
Dash scoffed at the notion, and shook her head.
“That wasn’t a question, it was an order. Second rule: You will obey everything I tell you to do without question or hesitation. Third rule: You will not attempt to hurt me, yourself, or escape. If you do, I’ll fillynap Scootaloo and start over in a new town, with her as my slave.”
The room grew silent and the gag was removed. It took Dash a moment to calm herself down. “If I find one stray orange feather in this town, I’ll rip your horn off. You leave Scootaloo out of this you jerk!”
There was a loud cracking sound and a sharp pain bit into Dash’s thigh, right above her cutie mark. It stung as if she had been bitten by a large ant, and caused blood to trickle out. She was startled and bit her tongue which caused her to scream. “Why are you doing this?”
Dash flinched as she heard the loud bang of the whip breaking the sound barrier, and connecting with her exposed ass. This one left a long red streak across both cheeks.
“I am the only one here who may ask questions. Am I clear?”
“Go fuck yourself!” Dash screamed.
The whip tore into Dash’s other flank, leaving a long gash. “Language, Dash. You are not allowed to swear, not even the ones fillies use like buck or plot.”
“You—” Dash froze mid-sentence as she heard a whip crack. This time, it had been a warning and did not hit her. She lay there with every muscle tensed for a minute, waiting for a blow that had not come.
“Am. I. Clear? Or, would you like me to whip you all night?”
“Yes,” Dash spat.
The whip snapped and bit into her ass, right where it had landed before. Dash screamed out in pain.
“Yes, Mistress, ” the pony ordered.
Dash huffed and remained silent while testing her bond. After a moment, the tip of the whip landed expertly on the cut in her flank from earlier, causing her to thrash about and wail in pain.
“Yes, Mistress, ” the captor repeated.
It was taking all her effort not to cry like a foal at this point. “Y-yes, Mistress,” Dash said.
“Good. Now, I believe the last question I asked was ‘would you like me to whip you all night?’ Since you asked so nicely, I will.”
The whip fell more gently this time, not breaking the skin, yet still hurting just as badly. Dash was so shocked she didn’t think to protest until the third swing against her sore flanks. “Stop! Dammit, I meant I understand!”
This time the whip fell hard, putting another cut into her side. “Are you telling me what to do?”
Once Dash stopped whimpering in pain, she managed her reply. “N-no.” She flinched, remembering to add “Mistress” at the last second.
“Good. Now, the first order of business is to test my new toy, one Rainbow Dash, and inspect for damages. You’re going to suck me off now. Bite me, or try anything, and I’ll string you up to the rafters,” Mistress explained.
“Yes, Mistress.” She wiggled her jaw, wondering what trick this pony had in mind. Mares did not have a cock. To her dismay, she felt the pony step over her and something bump into her muzzle. It felt warm and slightly damp, like a penis would. Dash opened up and allowed it to slide inside. Without hesitation, she bit into it, attempting to rend it in half.
The Mistress sighed, and pulled the life-like dildo out of her mouth. “That was a magical aid, you idiot, not a real cock. For that, you’ll have to be punished.”
“Do your worst you whore!” Dash shouted.
The rubber gag pushed against her lips and she tried to keep her mouth shut. The magic proved stronger, slowly forcing its way in. Due to her struggles, Dash wound up with the gag strapped even tighter around her head, locking it behind her teeth. Already she was drooling on the ground as her jaw ached in pain.
“The first step in breaking any insolent mare into a sex slave is determining their will to live.”
Dash felt herself being hoisted into the air as new ropes were floated around her. The most worrying one was being tightened around her neck until it was snug. She then felt herself being pulled upward by it as she was levitated into position in the corner of the basement.
The ropes around her hind legs were loosened as they were set down on a block of ice. Dash tried to lift her legs off and step down, only to be caught in mid air by the noose around her neck. She kicked at the ground for a second before stepping back up onto the ice.
“Now, perhaps you understand your situation. I am leaving you on this block of ice overnight. If you’d rather die then learn to be a humble mare, to submit to your new Mistress, then you need only step off the block of ice. It is large enough that it won’t melt until morning. If you want to live, to accept your new life, then remain standing on it.”
Dash mumbled insults and profanities into the ball gag.
“Still digging yourself further into the hole, I see. Well, I better leave you a parting gift then.”
Cold silicone pushed against Rainbow’s ass. The slightly slippery invader slid into her easily, but began to slow down as it reached the widest part. The large butt plug was unyielding as the magic drove it in, finally allowing her anus to seal shut over the base of it.
With the plug held in place, she slid a plastic dildo in her marehood that was slick and smooth. It would not allow her to get off, instead only humiliating and teasing her. Mistress secured the two with a bit of rope. Lastly, she began to pump air into the butt plug.
Dash squealed and nearly lost her balance on the ice as the plug swelled up. Five, ten, fifteen pumps, by twenty Dash couldn’t bare to count anymore. Her colon felt full enough to burst open, as if she hadn’t gone to the restroom in weeks. She began whimpering and crying from the discomfort.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think you were sorry.” The pumping began again, only this time it served to inflate the dildo that had been thrust up into her marehood. The marital aid inflated from the head, like a stallion’s dick flaring, and then the shaft began to expand as well.
The fake dildo sealed itself inside her, and pushed against her bladder. She now had the urge to piss and was about to abandon her dignity and do just that.
“And don’t think of urinating, unless you want to drink every drop of it out of the metal pan your ice cube is melting into.”
Dash’s eyes were getting used to the darkness and she could make out a glowing horn better. It was likely allowing the unicorn captor to see in the dark while Dash could not. The vague shape of a hat was silhouetted by the horn and she began to wonder if this figure was more familiar than she thought.
The ball gag began to expand, and she noticed another couple of straps had been placed on her face. They held her jaw shut as the inflatable gag pinned her tongue down.
“Some might find it rather cruel, yet I find the inflatable toys quite enjoyable. Don’t you agree?” Mistress asked.
Dash huffed out her nose and heard the familiar whip a second later, leaving an angry gash right on one of her nipples. She struggled to keep her balance.
“I asked you a question, Slave.”
Dash whimpered and nodded her head.
“Correct answer. There’s hope for you yet.”
Hoofsteps crossed the basement to the exit and the light turned on. Dash’s eyes were blinded as she struggled to make out her attacker before she left. In front of the exit door was Mare Do Well. She had the purple cape, hat, and full body suit. Dash realized this had to be either Rarity or Twilight!
How could my friends betray me? They turn on me like a pack of Diamond Dogs for skipping a few chores? I was more loyal to them then this !
Mare Do Well stood by the door and opened a combination lock. “Good night, Dash. Think about how many times you’ve let your friends down and work on that ego. Hopefully you won’t require such a heavy-hoofed technique during tomorrow’s session.”
They knocked Pinkie out cold too, and dragged her away. Am I sure this is them? They’re the only ponies who knew the identity of Mare D o Well. It has to be! Sure, I missed a few appointments and broke a few promises, but this? They’re out of their mind! I’ll break out of here and kick their flank s!
Mare Do Well fiddled with the light switches until Dash’s corner of the basement was the only part lit up. The only remaining light was aimed at her face, preventing Dash from seeing the rest of the dungeon.
Rarity closed the door and locked it from the outside. Once it was secure, she removed the Mare Do Well costume’s hat and head covering. She trotted up the stairs to her bedroom. It was the one place Rarity could send the camera footage of Dash without risk of Sweetie accidently seeing it. Once in the room, she took a seat next to Fluttershy and her other friends.
“Wow, Rare, and ah thought ah was a tough pony. Y’all sure have a way with cruelty,” Applejack observed. “Ah ain’t so sure this is gonna work, though. Dash is as stubborn as they come.”
“Applejack, dear, cruelty is a tool like a hammer or plow. Used properly, it can bring even the most stubborn pony to realize the error of their ways. Just ask my special somepony,” Rarity said.
The girls looked over at Fluttershy. “Oh, it’s true. . . um, I mean, Rarity is good at this. When we started dating it was different because I wanted to be her pet, but she was cruel to me too to help in the training. Now, anytime we want we assume our roles it’s so. . . liberating to submit and let my Mistress command me.”
“I must admit, the psychological aspect of this conditioning is fascinating,” Twilight said. She pointed to the small T.V. displaying a view of Dash, ensuring she didn’t actually get hurt. “Forcing her to choose between death or life as a slave, subconsciously forcing her to accept that submission is the right choice.”
“She’ll figure out it’s us, you know,” Pinkie observed. “Even with the act I put on, she knows us and Mare Do Well.”
“Yes, she should figure it out quickly, but it doesn’t matter. She won’t know which of us it is each day. I will need all of your help to teach her to be a good slave for us,” Rarity stated.
“Wait, ya want me tah help break her? Ah didn’t know that’s what ya meant earlier by help,” Applejack said. “Ah just wanted to make sure she didn’t get hurt.”
Rarity smiled and pointed to the screen. “It is, and she needs us all. We are all her friends, and we must all be in this together if we are to change her outlook and her ego. Trust me, as our new pet I’ll train her to do things with that nimble tongue of hers that you four will be thanking me about for years.”
“Four? You mean, me too?” Fluttershy looked at her. She began to blush and noticed the other mares were as well. Apparently they’d each had a naughty thought or two run through their heads watching Dash in the basement.
“Yes, darling. You may be the most valuable of all to teach Dash the true joy of submitting to another pony. Besides, I think it’s about time you got a pet of your very own to make up for all the animals moving out of your cottage.”
Fluttershy squee’d, and then saw the T.V. “Oh no!” Dash had fallen off the ice and they all feared the worst, but a second later she had found her way back up onto it.
“Don’t worry, girls, I’ll keep an eye on her for tonight,” Twilight said. “Besides, I’ve got a lot of studying to do and I’ll be up all night anyway.”
“Then it’s settled. Go get some sleep girls, we’ve got a long week ahead of us,” Rarity stated.
Author's Note
This story slowly turned into shock fiction and was a part of celebrating 900 followers by letting them choose how dark it got. The requests were to keep making it darker. I caution you to read at your own peril, and If it gets too dark, skip to MilesPrower06's sequel series on Dash dealing with the trauma and betrayal. It is written better than this story.
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.
“Hey, Rarity, ah brought the stuff ya asked for,” Applejack said. She took off her saddlebags and set them against the wall.
“Excellent. Would you be a dear and do a bit of rope work on Dash? You’ll find her downstairs spread eagle.”
“Anything in particular? Clove hitch, sheet knot, bowline?”
Rarity smiled. “Whatever you find aesthetically pleasing is fine. The goal, however, is to totally immobilize her.”
“Well, ah reckon ah have just the thing. Been dyin’ to test it out on somepony.”
“I’ll be back in an hour from my shopping trip. Twilight and Pinkie went to grab lunch so it’s just you two. Have fun, AJ, perhaps you can get her to squeal like a pig.” Rarity looked to her side. “Come here, pet.”
Fluttershy let out a small squeak and ran over to her side. “Yes, mistress?”
Applejack saw a collar around Fluttershy’s neck with a small heart shaped pendant. She couldn’t read it from where she stood, but knew the meaning. “Ah thought Dash was supposed to be the pet?”
“They both are, but since Fluttershy cares so deeply for Dash, I’ve arranged a special playdate for them.”
“Well, have fun with that,” Applejack replied. She picked her saddlebags back up and headed downstairs. In front of the door to the basement there was a set of Mare Do Well costumes. Rarity had made modifications to them, since they no longer served well as actual disguises.
Applejack’s costume was a simple design, lacking a corset as she’d be hard pressed to tie it. Instead, the cape hid a tight leather bodysuit. It’d been made synthetically, but Applejack was just as thrilled at the feeling of it gripping her skin. A few well-placed zippers allowed her inside easily.
She clipped a necklace around her neck that had been enchanted to change her voice. Along with the fake wings and horn, Dash wouldn’t know it was her. At least, not until she started tying her up in rope. Applejack wasn’t comfortable being dishonest, but figured the disguise wasn’t a lie so much as another side of her. This was the AJ who had a soft spot for mares, and had often imagined spending a night tying up one of her friends, or perhaps even Vinyl Scratch.
Dash heard the door swing open and stretched her neck to see who it was. She saw Mare Do Well enter and noticed the suit seemed slightly different, with a light shine and more rugged looks. Well, that’s interesting.
Applejack walked over and unfastened a rope from the bed post. Dash was about to lash out at her to try and escape, but AJ used the rope to pull her foreleg behind her back. She made every attempt to wrestle herself free and succeeded only in annoying her captor.
“Stop moving,” Applejack said. She sat down on Dash’s chest and let her weight pin her to the bed. The gag was a bright red and she found herself kissing Dash and teasing her lips with her tongue.
Dash was caught off guard by the sudden advance, realizing too late that her other leg had been freed. It had been tightly bound behind her back before she could attempt to free herself. A hoof reached down and rubbed along her inner thighs, causing her to squirm in pleasure.
Applejack worked quickly, and soon Dash found herself hopelessly tied up in at least half a dozen ropes. When she would kick her back legs, they would pull directly on the base of her wings. The small magic rings had been removed, allowing her to feel each jolt of pain as the rope threatened to yank a wing out of it’s joint were she foolish enough to kick with all her might.
Bigger than the problem of her legs and wings being bound together was her forelegs. They were tightened from hoof to elbow against each other behind her back, forcing her shoulders back and making her chest stick out. This painful position was not enough, however, and a rope ran from both forelegs and between her ass cheeks. It dug deep into her rear, and passed right between her labia.
With nothing between Dash’s sensitive inner folds and the abrasive rope her captor had used, every tiny movement caused it to scrape against her. The pain was unbearable, and even when doing her best to hold still it was incredibly uncomfortable.
The final insult was Applejack braiding her mane, creating an anchor point to tie a rope to. She fastened the rainbow hair to her tail, causing her to arch her neck back. This left her unable to move or avert her gaze from directly in front of her.
She did her best to ensure her accent didn’t come through as she removed the gag. “You guess my name?” Applejack asked.
Dash licked her lips and swallowed. “Appleja—”
She grabbed the nearby whip in her mouth and smacked Dash’s flank. “Wrong.”
“AJ, I know it—”
The whip cracked and fell again on the same spot. “Ya really are stubborn as a mule,” she mocked. With her accent even more obvious, she waited to see if Dash would properly address her as Mistress.
“Not you too, why, AJ?”
The third time the whip hit Dash couldn’t choke back a yelp of pain. “Why not?” Applejack responded. “Ya need to learn ta keep your word. Sayin’ you’ll do something and not doing it is dishonest. Besides, ah’ve always had a little fantasy about tyin’ you up and makin’ you pleasure me.”
“Pleas—” Dash stopped as she felt the stinging pain in her flank. “Dammit stop whipping me!”
“You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed. Ah’m your Mistress now.” Applejack took the necklace off that had been disguising her voice. “The fun and games are over, now beg to eat me.”
“Mistress, no!” Dash shouted without thinking. “Just let me go—Rarity won’t know it was you!”
“You sound pathetic. Ah ever tell ya what my father’d do if he caught me lyin’? He’d make me pick a switch and he’d spank me. Too small and it’d break and he’d start over. Too big and it’d hurt like the dickens.”
“I. . . I was wrong, okay, AJ?” Dash said.
“Then act like it and accept your punishment.” Applejack picked up the whip and hit her again on the red patch of sore skin on her flank. “Now, ask if you can please your Mistress.”
Dash tugged at the ropes again, eliciting a wave of pains from her scalp, wings, and groin. They were too secure and rubbed against too many sensitive areas to make any escape attempt feasible. “M-Mistress. . . may I please you?”
“What do ya have in mind?”
“I. . . may I lick your pussy, Mistress?” Dash asked.
“Sure, but if ah think you aren’t tryin’ hard enough or you try and bite me,” Applejack reached down and yanked on the crotch rope, causing Dash to squeal, “Ah’ll make ya regret it.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Applejack laid against the headboard of the bed and put herself on display just beneath Dash’s head. She unzipped her groin and a wall of odor hit Dash, carrying all of Applejack’s arousal with it. Juices lined the outfit and ripped out onto the bed, and for a moment Dash swore she smelled apples.
Applejack sat there for a moment and Dash tried to lean forward and begin. This caused the rope tied to her tail to tug painful at the base of her spine. “App—Mistress, I can’t reach.”
“Then try harder.” Applejack hooked a foreleg around the crotch rope, and slid Dash closer to her by it. The rope pinched Dash’s labia, causing her to scream. In response, Applejack shoved her face into her waiting snatch. “Now, this is my kinda girls night out.”
Dash tried to pull her head back and catch her breath. Her tail felt like it was being yanked out, and her pussy was on fire from the rope trying to split it in two. She mistakenly kicked her hind legs out in panic, causing a small popping noise from her wings as she stretched the joints just short of their limit.
She was able to move her jaw and get a better breath, tinted with the salty and sour taste of apples. Dash wondered if this was how Granny Smith would taste, and then tried to scrub the unwelcome thought from her brain. Applejack was getting impatient and pushed her head back down between her legs.
Applejack’s thighs tensed up and squeezed Dash’s head so she couldn’t move away. Dash stuck her tongue out and began to play with her labia half-heartedly. Her lungs were burning along with the sore muscles in her body from the strict ropework.
As Dash breathed in musky stale air, she felt the pain begin to fade as it was replaced by pleasure. Her tongue pushed against Applejack’s clitoris, eliciting a moan of pleasure. At the same time, the crotch rope slid against Dash’s clit. The rope was becoming damp with her arousal and didn’t hurt as much.
The protests from earlier died out completely when Dash found a pleasing rhythm. She began to suckle and lap at Applejack’s pussy like a newborn foal. Dash would deliberately slow down just enough to make Applejack tug on the crotch rope to encourage her. The rubbing ropes would bite into her skin, but would only intensify the growing pleasure inside as her battered body tried to cope with all the sensations assaulting it.
Dash took short breaths as she pushed her tongue as far inward as she could. The muscular walls were contracting around it, and she realized Applejack was at the edge. Unable to pull back, she felt a stream of liquid hit her in the eyes. Applejack rocked backwards from her orgasm, yanking the ropes and Dash forward. Dash was overwhelmed as her muscles tensed and ropes tightened, causing her to lose control and orgasm right then.
The two mares laid there together until they heard the door to the basement open. Dash yelped as she was shoved off and Applejack stood up, quickly zipping her suit closed.
“No need to be embarrassed, you put on quite the show,” Rarity said. “I caught the last ten minutes on the television upstairs.”
Applejack was struck speechless and looked back at Dash, who was laughing. “Yeah, Mistress , no need to be embarrassed. I bet Rarity had a hoof on her pus—mmph!”
Dash thrashed against her ropes, but her sensitive labia made her regret it. She found herself crying in pain and trying not to move as a metal bit was fastened into her mouth.
“Really, darling, have you learned nothing?” Rarity chided. “It almost makes me want to rip your tongue out, but alas, I doubt I could justify that. I did, however, convince everypony to allow me to mark you with a sign of my ownership.”
Dash looked up and saw everypony in the room, dressed in their Mare Do Well costumes. Rarity’s costume left enough skin exposed in just the right spots to tease another mare. Fluttershy’s was more of bondage suit, with straps and buckles allowing her to easily switch from Mare Do Well to pet at Rarity’s whim. Pinkie Pie was wearing a latex Mare Do Well outfit, and Twilight wore the plain costume.
They looked ridiculous, a fact Dash planned to point out once the gag was removed. She was caught off guard when Rarity turned her attention to Fluttershy. “Kneel.”
She kneeled down at Rarity’s hooves, her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her.
“Pinkie, fasten the straps on my pet nice and tight.”
Pinkie moved over to do as she asked, quickly buckling Fluttershy’s legs to her side, and her wings to her back. “All done!”
“Good,” Rarity said. She pulled out a large rubber bit and strapped it into Fluttershy’s mouth. “You’ll want this to bite down on. Now, Dash, it’s because of you that Fluttershy needs to be punished.”
Dash looked around in amazement, expecting a friend to step in. Twilight was actually taking notes, and Dash wanted to smack her in the side of the head. Meanwhile, Applejack was sorting through some tools. Realizing that Rarity was waiting for a response, Dash muttered out a few obscenities.
“Indeed, I can see why you might think that.” Rarity walked over and loosened the bit enough to allow Dash to speak, albeit slurred. “Now, since you refuse to co-operate, and since you tricked my beloved Fluttershy into showing you , a worthless slave her pity and kindness, I have to punish her.”
Dash watched helplessly as Rarity pulled out a large tool that looked like pliers. There appeared to be magic runes glowing on it and other mechanical bits on it she didn’t understand.
“Fluttershy, face me,” Rarity ordered.
She looked up at her mistress, her smile concealed by the bit and a tear on her cheek. Rarity took the large metal tool and inserted it into Fluttershy’s nose.
Dash screamed out in anger, trying to prevent what she saw from happening. Fluttershy’s eyes went wide for a brief second, before she bit into the gag and screamed. There was a loud clicking sound as the tool punched a large hole in the septum of Fluttershy’s nose.
A slight sizzling sound faded as Rarity inserted a small black plastic device into her nose, followed by a four inch round solid steel ring. It clicked shut and was fastened by a small screw, which vanished, becoming flush with the surface of the nose ring.
The veins on Fluttershy’s face and neck were still visible as she wept and bit into the gag from the pain. She had just been given a nose ring and had her place as Rarity’s pet cemented.
Dash thrashed with all her might in an attempt to break free and shove the tool up Rarity’s ass. Instead, she was rewarded by a sharp pain in her wing and her swollen labia began to bleed a little.
“Easy, sugarcube,” Applejack said.
“Stop, I’ll kill you!” Dash spat through the loosened bit.
“See? It’s bad behavior like that leaves me no choice but to punish you. Where would you like Fluttershy’s next piercing, Dash?”
“Leave her alone!”
“Still no manners. . . nipples perhaps?” Rarity said. “Unless, you beg me to pierce you, Dash.”
She didn’t want to watch Fluttershy get hurt again and swallowed her pride. “Yes, Mistress,” Dash answered.
“What was that?” Rarity asked.
“Please, Mistress, pierce me.”
“Why should I?” Rarity asked. “Are you ready to admit you’re a worthless cunt? Are you ready to beg to be my pet? To beg your friends forgiveness for being disloyal?”
Dash bit her lip for a moment, honestly thinking of admitting defeat, before the sheer arrogance of Rarity won out. “Fuck you!”
Rarity sighed and fastened the bit tightly in Dash’s mouth, silencing her. She then turned around and rolled Fluttershy onto her back.
“Really, Dash, you still can’t admit you’re wrong?” Twilight asked. She walked over to Dash and saw the gashes in her flanks from the whippings. Signs of rope burn were apparent too, as Applejack had done her work a bit too well. “Oh, Dash.” Twilight fired up her horn and began to heal the small cuts and ropeburn. She found herself conflicted again to see her in unnecessary pain, and yet pain was a proven motivator of change. Dash would break soon out of sheer necessity, then Twilight would have her friend back and things could go back to normal.
Twilight sat down next to Applejack and watched as Pinkie and Rarity took a piercing gun and advanced on Fluttershy. Rarity began kissing and licking at Fluttershy’s nipples until they were hard, standing erect. She even ran a hoof along her pet’s sex, teasing her.
Rarity fired the gun into her nipple with excellent placement. A small ring was attached to her right nipple and unlike the nose ring, Fluttershy was moaning in pleasure from it. After suckling at the other nipple for a minute, Rarity repeated the process.
Dash began protesting again, this time wisely not trying to force her way free. The fight had been draining from her steadily as her muscles grew fatigued.
Rarity leaned over and nibbled on Fluttershy’s ear, whispering softly so only she could hear. “Good act so far, Fluttershy. Continue to play the role well, pet, or Dash will experience twice the cruelty I’ve ever shown you.”
She got up and walked over to Pinkie. “Here you go, why don’t you go give Dash an earring while I prepare Fluttershy’s next punishment.”
“Okie dokie loki!” Pinkie said. She grabbed the piercing gun and went over to Dash. There was a pop as it fired the first stud through the ear. There was a second, and then a third pop as it was pierced twice more. “Look, now she can be a pirate!”
“Pinkie, ya were only supposed to give her one,” Applejack said.
“Where’s the fun in that? Besides, I don’t wanna pick just one earring for her. Look, Rarity got a ton!” Pinkie pulled a box over and showed them six earrings, each with a miniature version of their cutie marks. Dash tried to pull away as Pinkie turned to her, and fired another three times into her other ear. “Now she can wear all six!”
Rarity walked over and watched as she put the earrings in. “Put myself, Twilight, and you on the right side. We’ll leave the pets and Applejack on her left ear.”
Applejack shot her a nasty glance which Rarity didn’t notice. Meanwhile, they heard another six shots in rapid succession and Fluttershy squealing.
“Now they match!” Pinkie cheered, and Applejack was quick to run over and take the piercing gun away.
“Actually, it doesn’t look bad.” Rarity pulled out another box with slightly more ornate cutie mark earrings. Rarity’s mark was slightly larger and sparkled more than the others. “In fact, I was hoping to find enough spots to pierce on you to use all six, my beloved pet.”
Twilight took a few notes and loosened the bit in Dash’s mouth to allow her to speak. “You ready to submit, Dashie?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” Dash said.
“So I can pierce your nose now? Beg me to do it, Dash,” Rarity ordered.
“No, Mistress, you wouldn’t. You’re still my friends and you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me! Fluttershy said so!”
Rarity frowned and then turned, glaring at her pet. “Dear, did you tell Dash I wouldn’t hurt her?”
The air temperature seemed to drop as everypony turned to look at Fluttershy. She whimpered and looked at the ground, unable to move in her current bondage.
Rarity levitated a piece of rope through the ring in Fluttershy’s nose and jerked her head to face them. “Fluttershy?”
She meekly nodded her head as both eyes watered from the pain. She mumbled softly, still silenced by the rubber bit she had used as a bite guard.
“Tell me, Dash, would it hurt you if I hurt Fluttershy?”
“Yes, but you better not!” Dash mumbled through the bit. She tried to spit out some of the excess saliva, and ended up drooling. Her hind legs were starting to cramp and she’d gotten no closer to being freed.
Rarity levitated some scissors over. “Spread out your wings, now.” She removed the cape and allowed Fluttershy to extend her wings. She then clipped three primaries in half. “Tell me, Dash, how many primaries can a pegasus lose and still fly? I fear as much as she’s improved, Fluttershy here can’t afford to lose more than a couple.”
“Stop it! Punish me you whore, not her!”
“Oh, Dash, and you had made such good progress calling me Mistress.” Rarity snipped off two more primaries on each side, leaving Fluttershy with five primaries and five clipped feathers until she molted again.”
“Dammit! Please, Mistress, punish me! I’m a filthy lying whore! Clip my wings!” Dash shouted. She froze when Rarity turned to face her with a gleam in her eyes.
“What was that, Dash?” Rarity asked.
“I uh. . . am a filthy lying whore, Mistress?” Dash replied. She needed her wings more than anything; her skill in flying defined her self-image.
Rarity levitated the scissors up to Fluttershy’s remaining primaries. The pegasus began to tremble, expecting the rest to be cut off at any moment. The loss of all ten feathers would ground her for months.
“I said clip my wings, Mistress! I. . .” Dash knew without her primaries she’d be hard pressed to fly to Cloudsdale, much less join the Wonderbolts until she molted and grew new feathers. “Please don’t hurt Fluttershy anymore! Clip my wings, Mistress.”
“Since you behaved and asked nicely, I’ll oblige.” Rarity walked over and gripped Dash’s wings in magic. She wrenched them open and quickly cut through half of her primaries on each wing. By the time it registered with Dash, it was too late. Her struggles against the ropes would not have helped anyway.
“Now, I’ve got so many more things to pierce. Perhaps I start with Fluttershy’s tongue, or clitoral hood?” Rarity asked. “Unless, you’re ready for your nose ring, Dash.”
Dash was crying now, realizing she’d be lucky to glide twenty feet much less do stunts. She drew a curious stare from Twilight and a look of smug satisfaction from Applejack. The farm pony had always wanted to see the cocky stunt pony crack, to finally suffer for her arrogant attitude. As a bonus, she got to use Dash as a sex toy.
Twilight, however, saw something different. Beneath Dash’s brash and care-free attitude was a vulnerable pony. She had always taken Dash for face value, only now seeing how deeply she really did care for her friends. Perhaps calling her disloyal had been too much. Twilight checked her notes, but kept glancing back to the cyan pegasus. The way she gasped for short breaths and trembled, crying like a filly, was too much. Twilight knew she would break soon, and hopefully emerge stronger on the other side.
“I. . .” Dash swallowed and clicked her teeth against the bit. “Please, Mistress, pierce my nose. I’m a worthless, dirty cunt who needs to be controlled. I need you to make me your property.”
Rarity smiled, seeing the defiance in Dash’s eyes die as she closed them so she wouldn’t have to watch. It only took her a moment to get the tool ready and she closed Dash’s mouth. “Don’t bite down too hard, your bit is still metal, after all.”
Dash opened an eye and was about to speak when the bit was tightened into place. She felt cold metal pinch against the inside of her nose. Both eyes shot wide open and a second later, a sharp burning pain shot through her nose. Dash screamed and tried to yank her head back. The ropes tore into her sore skin and her nose was yanked forcefully back into place by the tool.
A cold piece of plastic was placed inside her septum and a ring slid into place, locking. The semi-permanent ring was now sealed, and only a unicorn familiar with its design or a master blacksmith would be able to unfasten it. While it hung there, Applejack and Rarity went to work adjusting Dash’s bondage, while Pinkie and Twilight saw to Fluttershy.
Dash felt herself lifted and placed onto a layer of blankets on the floor. Ropes were loosened all over until she could move all her legs and wings again. They couldn’t move far, but would not cramp. Next, she was rolled onto her back and Applejack sat down on her chest. Unable to see what was happening, she could only wonder why her nipples were being licked and caressed.
A sharp pinch signaled a nipple ring being placed. It was followed shortly by another ring. Dash had nearly passed out as she tried to hide from the pain now coursing through her nose and nipples.
A cold rubber object pushed against her ass, catching her off-guard. She couldn’t move with Applejack pinning her, and her anus put up little resistance. The intruder slid in with a wet plop, and was fastened in place using the rope. Next, the loosened crotch rope was pulled aside. A cool lubricant was spread around the dildo and slid into place. It helped soothe Dash’s sore pussy and she thought it a blessing, until the large invader entered her vagina and stretched it.
This toy was larger than any stallion she had ever been with, or toy she had used on a lonely night. It was quickly locked into place, and Dash was released. She squirmed and tried to push the toys out, discovering quickly it was impossible
To her side was Fluttershy. Dash saw two small clasps and a chain in front of her. One end was attached to Fluttershy’s nipple ring, then the chain was thread through Dash’s nose ring, and attached to Fluttershy’s other nipple.
Dash felt a similar tugging, realizing her own freshly-pierced nipples were being tied to Fluttershy’s nose ring. She tried to look down and see for herself, which caused the chains to yank on Fluttershy’s nipples. She cried out in pain and jerked her head on instinct, yanking Dash’s nipples.
The two squirmed in discomfort for a second before settling down. Their noses were incredibly sensitive, and even the small tug against other’s nipple chain was torture. Dash had no choice but to relax, her eyes wandering to the dripping marehood only a couple inches from her snout.
“Now, girls, we are done for today. Dash, as reward for your good behavior I will allow you to be punished alongside your beloved Fluttershy. As for you, Fluttershy, you’ll have all night to think about your behavior. I’ve set the vibrators in both of you to random intervals. I daresay between the vibrators and your partner’s constant squirming, you won’t get much sleep tonight.”
Applejack went around and adjusted ropes, making sure they were not too tight to stay down here overnight. Twilight meanwhile began to fiddle with the controls to the vibrators. They had ten power levels and a dozen different combinations and patterns of vibration. According to the instructions, there was a five percent chance of the vibrators being set to their highest setting and locked there until turned off. Likewise, there was a five percent chance they would be set to their lowest setting, and torment them endlessly, overnight.
Dash and Fluttershy each had a different controller, so they would not be on the same speed or settings. Rarity adjusted the chains one last time, leaving them less than an inch of slack. Dash would spend the night watching Fluttershy cum, and vice versa.
Everypony left the room and set the lights to their lowest setting. Once upstairs, they began to clean the tools off and put them away.
“Ah gotta say, when ya asked for the tool we use on wild bulls, ah wasn’t expecting ya to pierce their nose,” Applejack said.
“It was fascinating to watch, and with those plastic rings I suggested, they’ll be easy to remove without the hole sealing up,” Twilight explained. “They can go around like a normal pony anytime so long as Rarity or I remove them. And while they are here, they’ll be perfect little pets!”
“You are definitely getting the hang of this Twilight, and you too, Pinkie,” Rarity added.
“Yep! It sure was a lot of fun. Hey, do you think I could go cut a notch out of Dash’s ear? I have seen them do that to cows since branding was outlawed!” Pinkie ran into the kitchen and came back carrying a knife.
“Whoa nelly! Ya can’t go cuttin’ her ear,” Applejack said.
“Yes, darling, the piercings will suffice for now.” Rarity levitated the blade away from Pinkie.
“Aww, I just wanna cut a little piece off Dashie! She’s so cute I could gobble her up!” Pinkie frowned and sat down at the table.
“How come you punished Fluttershy?” Twilight said. “Did she have that strong an effect on your plans to condition Dash and break her bad habits?”
Rarity’s small smile faded as she thought back to her pet. Fluttershy had a wild side, a pony who enjoyed rough play, but that was part of their private life. Up until her agreement to help in Dash’s transformation, Fluttershy had been too shy to let anypony know she was into pet play. Now, she had agreed to be one of Rarity’s tools to help break Dash.
Her first order of business was to get Fluttershy’s consent for the nose ring. The rest was icing on the cake, as the two had oft discussed various piercings Fluttershy could get to help please her master. A few threats had done the rest, ensuring Fluttershy made no other attempt to undermine Rarity and show Dash sympathy.
“Yes, she thinks like a pet, not like a master. You cannot treat the pet like a real pony during play, and to treat Dash like anything other than an object to be used and discarded would undermine the conditioning. Only once she is broken, you can consider treating her ‘normal’ again,” Rarity explained.
“Fascinating. So, you really think they’ll be up all day and night?” Twilight asked.
She smirked, using her magic to check on the remote controls to the vibrators in her saddlebag. She had set up a surprise for the two ponies in the basement. “I guarantee it.”
Fluttershy spasmed again, bucking as her third orgasm hit her. Dash was prepared this time for the sudden yank on the chain, yet Fluttershy still spasmed and tugged on Dash’s sensitive nose.
Dash groaned and clenched the vibrator in her own marehood. The blasted devices had randomly picked six crappy settings in a row. First it was too low, then it was a slowly increasing vibration, then it shut off completely, buzzing on high for five seconds every thirty or so seconds.
She had given up trying to figure out how long they’d been chained up down here, until Fluttershy’s second orgasm had caused her to be yanked forward, and catch sight of a clock on the wall. It had only been three hours, they’d be trapped down here for at least eight more.
The vibrator was on low again and Dash was going crazy. She forgot about revenge or anger, wanting only to get release. The constant teasing while Fluttershy came again and again an inch in front of her face was too much.
Dash tilted her head, tugging at Fluttershy’s nipples. She squealed in protest, unable to make many other sounds with the rubber gag in the back of her mouth. Dash wiggled her muzzle, causing the ring to slide around a little. Finally, she figured out she could get her tongue through the nose ring.
The chain was pulled tight against Fluttershy’s nipple rings, and she was still whimpering to get Dash to stop. It took Dash a while to get her tongue past the rope holding the vibrator in place. Finding a way to get her tongue to it’s destination proved difficult, but after fidgeting for a minute she hit the mark. Dash began to lick at Fluttershy’s clit, and tease her marehood with her tongue.
Fluttershy felt the small movements of Dash’s tongue and began to realize what she was trying to communicate. She realized that she had already climaxed three times, having gotten longer and stronger cycles of vibrations. Fluttershy had yet to feel, or see, Dash cum.
She moved her yellow muzzle up towards a patch of rainbow hair. Just below it was the beginning of her slit, soaked in juices that dripped off the dildo. Fluttershy managed to reach it with her tongue, savoring the taste of Dash’s arousal. The vibrator was still on a very low setting, so she began to tease Dash’s clitoris with her tongue. Between the ropes, rings, and vibrators, it took all her focus to find a way to give Dash the relief she desperately craved.
Dash relaxed, finally feeling herself build up towards an orgasm again. With Fluttershy’s help, and the tugging at her nipples, she had just enough to get there. Dash closed her eyes and focused on bucking gently, not wanting to tug on Fluttershy’s nose ring.
The gentle vibrations passed between the butt plug and the dildo, massaging the inner walls of Dash between them. The feeling of fullness increased as they worked together to slowly torment her. Warmth built inside Dash as she felt her friends tongue diligently teasing her, ensuring her release.
Dash struggled to focus on the orgasm, to get past the point of no return, when the vibrator finally changed settings. It began to vibrate at full strength constantly, showing no signs of stopping. She could not help but explode and writhe in ecstasy seconds later. The continuous assault on her abused and neglected marehood sent waves of warmth through her limbs, electrifying her nerves.
She could hear Fluttershy yelping in pain, as she wiggled around uncontrollably. Her own nose and nipples were being painfully tugged, but she could not cease her movements. As Dash finally calmed down she heard Fluttershy crying. Dash tilted her head up and began to tease her friend, wanting to return the favor.
Fluttershy felt the pain fading and a familiar tongue at her groin. She could hear Dash’s vibrator at full power and knew from past experience how these vibrators worked. Once locked onto high speed, they would remain there until shut off. It had happened to her once before and had left her feeling like a limp noodle for days.
She continued to cry, as her own vibrator had just turned to high too. Fluttershy knew she would orgasm again and again until she passed out, and so would Dash. They would only wake from their sleep long enough to come again, before passing back out.
It would be a long night indeed.
Author's Note
If you're complaining a mature-rated sex fic about kidnapping, torturing, raping, and psychologically conditioning a pony is out of character, of course it's out of character.
Or perhaps you mean, "If Rarity kidnapped, tortured, raped, and psychologically conditioned Dash, she wouldn't do it like that." In that case, read that sentence again and really think about what you're saying.
Dash awoke in the dark on a cold slab of concrete. She tried to stretch out, only to feel her legs pinned to the floor. The bite of the metal shackles quickly reminded her of the hell she was currently in.
“Mistress?” Dash called out. “Fluttershy?”
Dash tried squinting her eyes in an attempt to regain her sight and realized that it was a blindfold that had robbed her of sight. She heard faint hoofsteps on the floor as a pony approached her.
“About time you woke up. Tell me, Dash, have we broken you?” The voice was once again muffled by a spell, leaving Dash confused as to whom it was.
“Yes, can I go now?”
Instead of the crack of a whip, Dash felt the dull edge of a blade slide across her stomach. It traced a route between her nipples, causing her to shiver. It slowly passed over her ribs and then up her neck.
“Are you so quick to forget your lessons? Did you not just beg to have Fluttershy spared?” the voice asked.
“Yes, Mistress, don’t hurt her.” Dash couldn’t stand the thought of one of her friends being dragged down with her.
“Then beg me to hurt you in her stead.”
“What?” Dash asked, quickly adding “Mistress?”
“I don’t believe your training is complete. So you either beg me to hurt you, beg me to break you this very hour, or know that your continued insolence is making Fluttershy suffer.”
Dash heard faint hoofsteps, followed by a muffled scream of pain. Chains clattered against the stone floor. After several seconds of silence, the hoofsteps returned to Dash. Small warm droplets fell onto Dash’s muzzle, causing her to flinch. One landed on her lips and the faint coppery taste of blood registered in Dash’s brain.
“You call it loyalty, yet I call it pride. It is a sin to think yourself so far above the rest of us. Even now it takes the suffering of others to break your pride. I believe you are only loyal to yourself. Your pride in being a hero is the only reason you appear loyal to others.”
“That’s not true!” Dash yanked against the chains in yet another vain attempt to get free. “You’re the ones with no loyalty! You can’t torture the pride out of somepony!”
Another muffled scream echoed in the basement. Dash was aware another pony was down here being punished for her own shortcomings. “I fear you won’t learn your lesson until your friend here is missing more than a little blood.”
“Stop it you coward! If you want to hurt me, then let me go and we’ll see which one of us winds up in a puddle of blood!”
There was another whimper of pain before hoofsteps on concrete. The chains rattled around the floor as Dash struggled to find purchase and get free. “Say it, Dash. Beg your Mistress to cut you.”
The blade ran across her stomach, the sharp edge causing her to freeze. Dash felt a pit in her stomach at the gentle pressure of the thin blade, parting hairs as it slid across her. “Fine, cut me Mistress. But I’m not doing this for you. You haven’t broken me. I just refuse to let you hurt Fluttershy, Rarity, you bitch!”
There was a metallic bang as the knife was slammed down against the concrete on its long edge. A moment later Dash registered a jolt of pain and warm fluid flowing down the right side of her head. Where her ear should have been, she felt only pain and absence. It felt like half of it had been cleaved off and she found herself yelling obscenities.
The icy blade against Dash’s throat silenced her. Each heartbeat caused her artery to pulse against the skin, and the blade to ever so subtly press deeper into her flesh. “Fluttershy wants me to hurt her. I own her, just like I will own you. I will break you, like I broke her. You will beg me to be my pet, just like she did.”
Dash began to protest only to have a chain shoved into her mouth and pulled tight. It was anchored to the floor, painfully gagging her in a crude but effective manner. She then felt her nose ring pulled upright, attached through some means to the ceiling. Rarity fixed it tightly, leaving no slack in the rope. Dash was forced by the nose ring to crane her neck and let the chain dig deeper into her jaw. If she leaned back to relieve her sore mouth, the nose ring created such pain that her eyes watered endlessly.
As she squirmed in her painful predicament, she heard the footsteps grow in distance. “Now, Fluttershy, tell Dash that you asked me to beat you.”
There was a moment of silence as her gag was unfastened. “I-I. . . please beat me, I want you to, Mistress.” Fluttershy’s voice held a hint of fear as Rarity stroked tears from her face.
“Capturing Dash was all your idea, wasn’t it Fluttershy?” Rarity asked.
“Y-yes, Mistress.”
“Now tell your best friend why you did it.”
“But I—” Fluttershy squealed in pain as her nose ring was yanked on. “I was tired of Dash hurting me, she’s selfish and mean Mistress! Please punish her!”
Dash struggled in agony against the chain gagging her to give voice to her anger. She knew Fluttershy, yet whether she was manipulated or not the thought her own friend aiding in her capture and torture made her furious.
“Hear that, Dash? None of the ponies in this town want you around—unless perhaps you learn your proper place. Become my pet; another gentle, loyal pegasus like Fluttershy.”
“Dash, she—mmph mmmph!” Fluttershy continued to mumble until they turned to shouts of protest. Rarity let the blade bite deeply into her legs, spilling blood. She then carried the blade over and let the blood drip down onto Dash’s stomach.
“So, Dash, let the real fun begin.”
The blade ran softly across her forehoof, and Dash felt it pierce flesh, letting warm liquids spill from her. The stinging pain faded as adrenaline began to surge through her. Again the blade fell to her leg, but Dash wasn’t sure if it cut or not. It had felt dull, yet her fur was still wet.
Rarity brought the knife to her other foreleg and ran the flat edge up the length of it to the pit near her shoulder. She then yanked the knife upwards, cutting deeply into her exposed side. Dash thrashed against the nose ring and began to smell—and taste—blood trickling from the piercing.
Dash felt like she was passing out, yet stayed wide awake. Her skin was growing cold and she began sweating profusely. She began to shiver as the blade traced paths across her ribs, outlining them against her skin. The fluid clumped hairs together and Dash pictured herself covered in scars. She lost count of how many times she had been cut. Twenty? Thirty?
Her breathing continued to get quicker as her shivering turned to quaking. Only the feeling of the cool blade pressed flat against the lips of her marehood caused her to hold still.
“So, Dash, tell your Mistress who owns your pussy.” Rarity continued to alternate the flat and dull side of the blade along Dash’s labia. There was a small prick against her inner thigh and the trickling of blood. “I demand an answer!”
“Ah do!” Dash mumbled. The chain that was quickly causing her jaw to lock in pain didn’t keep her from the use of her tongue or lips.
“What was that?”
“Me!”
“Very well, if you want it so badly I’ll let you keep it.” Dash felt a sharp prick in the sensitive skin covering her pussy. “Don’t move, unless you want more pain.”
Her labia was tugged at and she felt another sharp prick as cool metal pierced it. Seconds later, she felt a thick thread drawn through the fresh wounds. There was another prick, and Dash began to realize what was happening. Rarity had started at the top of her slit, near her nipples, and began sewing it shut.
Dash thrashed in anger, causing the needle to stab deeply into her muscle several times. “I own your pussy, slave, and if you refuse to admit it then I have no choice but to take it from you,” Rarity explained.
Dash continued to struggle as tears flowed from the pain. Her anger dulled the edge of it, yet the continued bite of the chains and stings in her marehood were too much. By the time Rarity was tying off the stitching, Dash was too exhausted to resist.
There was another pony in the basement faintly whimpering, and Dash realized it was Fluttershy. She began to realize she hated her as much for this situation as she did Rarity. In fact, Dash found herself hating all five of her friends for this vile and evil treatment.
Dash tensed up the muscles in her groin. She could feel the lips of her pussy squished tightly to each other. No cool air pierced the veil, nor did her attempts to wink result in any success. Her labia throbbed in pain as she tried to picture in her mind the completely sealed orifice.
Dash felt the blade began to glide across her skin again. “Now, Dash, when the others come to visit you tomorrow you will be on your best behavior. You will tell them my methods worked, and that you have chosen to move in with me and Fluttershy. Your training will continue, absent their meddling.”
“Why?” Dash spat through the chain gagging her.
“It is for your own good. You and Fluttershy need a strict hoof to guide you, and I need a steady supply of feathers for my business. One way or the other, you will join my kennel. If you refuse a single command from me in front of the others, I won’t just break you. I’ll invite the Crusaders over for a sleepover, and add Scootaloo to my dungeon. Her lovely orange feathers would go perfectly with the cyan and yellow ones I currently harvest. Don’t you agree?”
Dash let her head fall back, resting its weight against her nose ring. The pain dulled as she withdrew inside herself in failure. Rarity began once again to carve her flesh with the knife, thinking Dash needed more convincing. Yet, inside Dash’s mind, she had finally given up. The pain, the suffering, the wickedness of Rarity was too much. Any attempt to make the bitch pay would result in Scootaloo suffering just as she and Fluttershy now did.
She passed out into the embrace of sleep, her fur wet with blood, knowing that when she woke dozens of scars would bear witness to the horrors of this night.
Twilight came to the Boutique the next morning eager to take more notes and learn more about operant conditioning and psychology. Rarity had guaranteed her that today they would see Dash freed of her chains, a new mare. She assured Twilight that Dash would admit the errors of her ways.
As she entered the building she saw Fluttershy cooking quietly in the kitchen. Her normally lustrous mane looked frazzled and dull. Something about her seemed off to Twilight, as if she had only half-heartedly attempted to look presentable after a shower.
“Fluttershy?” Twilight called out. She walked into the kitchen to check on her friend. “Is everything alright?”
“Oh my. . .” Fluttershy turned to hide her left side and let her mane cover most of the right. “You’re early. I was just making breakfast—I’m not hungry anymore. Help yourself.” She turned and started to trot upstairs.
“What’s wrong, Fluttershy?” The pony made no gesture she had heard Twilight. Fluttershy walked past her to the stairs. “Don’t walk away from me!” she shouted.
The tone of voice and weight of the command caused Fluttershy’s training to kick in. She froze in place, two hooves on the first step of the stairs. “Yes, Mistress.”
“What? I’m not your mistress.” Twilight trotted over to Fluttershy and realized she was quivering in fear.
“Yes M-mis—Twilight.”
She fired up her horn and began to scan Fluttershy for injury. Twilight thought her magic was mistaken, and forced Fluttershy’s wings open. Several of her larger feathers had been plucked, yet in an alternating fashion to allow their absence to go unnoticed from afar. The skin beneath her wings was covered in old scars—probably the reason Fluttershy always kept her wings folded and rarely flew anywhere.
Twilight spun her around, using her magic like a leash, to examine her neck. Her eyes went wide in disbelief as she saw several fresh scars on her neck and back beneath her mane. “Fluttershy! Who did this to you?”
“I-It’s okay. I w-wanted her too,” Fluttershy explained.
“Rarity?”
“P-Please, you don’t u-understand.”
“Then make me! How does helping Dash translate to you getting freshly cut? Why wouldn’t Rarity run it by us like she did with the piercings? Did you really want the piercings, or was that just another lie?”
Fluttershy began crying openly and sobbing. She grabbed Twilight and buried her muzzle into her side, the nose ring pressing against Twilight’s shoulder bone.
“It’s okay, Fluttershy, I won’t let her hurt you.”
“N-no, it’s not me. I l-love Rarity, I w-wanted this, please don’t t-tell her about this!”
Twilight draped a wing over her. “I won’t, but you have to tell me what she did to you.”
“It’s not me. . . it’s Dash. I’m too weak to leave Rarity, b-but Dash still has a chance.”
Dash paced around her small cage wearing a freshly made collar from Rarity. It had a small metal bone with her new name, Bitch, engraved upon it. From the collar to the center of the six by six foot cage was a chain leash.
In one corner sat Dash’s food and water, while another held a pillow to sleep on. A third held a bucket for her waste, and a fourth a small photo of the Wonderbolts laminated in plastic.
She recalled being released from the chains in the basement after an eternity of being tortured. Fresh scars still covered her legs and sides. Dash had even awoken to find several secondary and half of her tertiary feathers plucked for use in Rarity’s dresses.
Dash continued to pace, still upset at the last moments with Rarity. After the torture, she had freed her from the chains. When she had rested long enough to regain her strength, Rarity had offered Dash a choice. She could walk into the cage and become Rarity’s pet of her own free will. Or, she could limp up the stairs to freedom, with the knowledge Fluttershy and Rarity would be gone before Dash could get help.
She knew it was a lie. If Dash tried to limp up the stairs, Rarity would stop her. Still, she despised herself for walking into the cage without hesitation. She was finally free of the chains, free to beat the shit out of Rarity and yet, Dash no longer wanted to. She wanted only to make her Mistress happy.
The door to the basement flew open, slamming loudly against the wall. Dash heard heavy hoofs stomp across the floor, and lowered her eyes to the floor.
“Dash!” Twilight shouted.
“Yes, Mistress,” Dash whimpered.
“What on Equestria did she do to you?!”
“It’s o-okay, I want to be her p-pet. I chose to.”
Twilight stared at her in disbelief. Her fur and mane looked as though they had been hosed off and not combed or brushed. She had scars running down her legs, visible despite attempts to hide them. Her wings also looked thinner, as though absent feathers.
It wasn’t until she used her magic to roll Dash onto her back that her worst fears were confirmed. A dozen more fresh scars paved the way down her chest to her marehood, which had been sewn shut.
“I’ll. . . She’s going to pay for this! I’m getting you out of here, Dash.” Twilight used her magic to rip open the door to the cage and toss it aside.
“No.”
“What?”
Dash remained seated, eyes on the floor. “No, Mistress. This is another test. I. . .I w-won’t go.”
Twilight stood in shock. “I’m too late. Oh Celestia, I’m sorry, Dash.”
“I’m sorry, for failing your test, Mistress,” Dash offered.
“It’s not a test, Dashie,” Fluttershy cooed. She walked into the cage and sat down in front of her. The two locked eyes and gazed at the wounds inflicted to one another.
“What?”
“Twilight saw me.” She lifted her wing revealing concealed scars.
“Those look weeks old, is this what Mistress has planned for us?” Dash shifted her weight and her wings began to twitch, betraying her inner turmoil.
“Dash, Twilight is going to take us away to the library. She promised not to let Rarity take me back because—I’m not strong enough, Dash. I’m not as strong as you, and I need you to be strong for me, Dash. If you don’t then. . . I can’t do this alone. Let’s leave, Dash.”
Dash looked between the two of them and a spark of defiance glimmered in her wide eyes. “You mean it?”
Twilight simply nodded and used her magic to unhook the chain, collar, nose ring, and nipple rings. They fell to the floor and clattered against the cage. “Yes. Both of you, stand close to me. This will drain a lot of my energy but it’s the best way.”
They took a few steps to join Twilight at her side. Her horn glowed as she draped her wings over them. There was a loud flash and a puff of sulfur as Twilight folded space-time in half. Her teleportation spell allowed her to vanish and reappear, as if traveling between the two distance places in a single step. She ended the spell successfully, her miniature wormhole through reality closing behind her.
Dash looked around noticing she had traded one dank dungeon for another. “Where are we?”
Twilight had brought them to her own basement, where the necessary spells and elixirs awaited to heal them. “We’re at the Library. This is my lab. I can heal most of your wounds but—Celestia, why didn’t I act sooner?”
Fluttershy hugged her. “Thank you.”
“My feathers, can I fly again?” Dash asked.
“Not for a while. Feathers must regrow from the root, I can only reduce the time until you molt feathers again. I can cause the scars to vanish. The piercings will close themselves though. A simple spell will free your marehood, but your ear cannot be restored.”
Dash flicked her ear, recalling that half of it had been chopped off. She could still feel her ear, even though it was missing, and only recalled its absence when a twinge of pain occurred.
“This spell is one I probably couldn’t have done as a unicorn. It takes great focus and power to heal wounds, more so this many and on two separate ponies. We’ll head to bed after this, the library is locked and I’ll tell Spike to turn away any visitors.”
“What about the Wonderbolts?” Dash asked.
“I’m so sorry, but we can explain it to them. We’ll take my balloon to Cloudsdale, and tell them what happened and why you were a day late. You were supposed to have been accepted no later than yesterday.”
Dash slumped to the floor in defeat. “I failed.”
“No, you didn’t. I failed you. I should have known this was a stupid idea from the start! Please forgive me.”
“I don’t know if I can. I’m so tired, Twilight. I need to sleep. Maybe I can forgive you, but not now. Not until Rarity is brought to justice.”
“I’ll help you take her to court, we can tell everypony what she did to you two!” Twilight exclaimed.
Dash thought about having a trial, and everypony knowing how she was humiliated. She then thought about the Wonderbolts, and how humiliating it would be to explain she missed the deadline because she was chained in a basement being raped. “No, not now. I just—I really need time to think about this.”
“I understand. Hold still.”
Twilight charged her horn and began to channel her magic. The torrents of arcane energy swirled around the room and engulfed the two Pegasi. Energy poured into their wounds, accelerating the healing. Damage was repaired, while absent body parts like feathers or the severed ear stood unchanged.
The thread binding Dash’s labia vanished and her abused marehood healed. Twilight finally felt her energy reserves depleted, just short of being able to heal the septum where the nose ring had been placed. It would have to wait for later.
Dash and Fluttershy had passed out during the spell. Their bodies had expended an equal amount of energy as Twilight. Their metabolism had accelerated and their bodies depleted all available energy to help heal itself.
She rubbed her sore horn and knew she couldn’t teleport, so she carried them up to her bed one at a time on her back. The two trips to the bed exhausted her further, yet she still had more work to do. Luckily, Spike found her first, saving her a trip to his room.
“Twilight? What happened to you?” Spike asked.
“Spike, so tired. . . library locked, let nopony in, especially Rarity.” Twilight yawned and eyed the bed.
“What? Rarity? What’s going on?”
“Too tired, just. . . in the morning. Please, Spike.”
He eyed her for a minute before sighing. “Alright, I trust you, Twilight. You’d never betray a friend.” He turned and left the room.
Tears stained Twilight’s cheek as his words bit more deeply than any wound she had inflicted during the past week at Rarity’s dungeon had.
You’d never betray a friend.
She knew there was much more to be done. Applejack and Pinkie informed, further healing spells, a letter to Celestia, and obviously a checklist to keep track. Twilight knew there was a potion in her basement that would revitalize her, if she could just make one last trip downstairs.
Twilight’s knees wobbled and her legs felt like rubber. She could have chosen to go downstairs, but instead crawled into bed alongside her two friends. She instinctively curled up around Dash. This caused Dash to nuzzle into her side like a scared foal, and Twilight draped a wing over her. She stretched to include Fluttershy in the safety of her embrace, but found herself fast asleep before completing the task.
Author's Note
Interesting side-note: Is Rainbow Dash Really Loyal? This video has a convincing case Dash should be honesty, and Applejack loyalty...
Sequel is here , written by MilesPrower06
They are very good at stories about ponies dealing with trauma and growing past it.
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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