Fall of Equestria: Mask

by Ash Katchum

Rating: everyone
Tags: Anthro, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 598

What does an individual do when all around her there is nothing but misogyny and pain?
What does an individual do when all her life she has hidden behind a mask of sex and mind control?

Now

What does a female do when she has been trained her entire life to combat this oppression of freedom?
I can tell you at this moment that all of 'this' will be my life's work.
My Magnus Opus
And I will do so, Freely! Under my own will!
The funny thing is that none of those Caribou will ever see it coming.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-28 22:46:13 UTC

1

My name is Star Blossom and this is my story.

The leather straps on my arms and legs connected to the metal on the bed was excruciatingly tight on my body. I couldn't move on the bed I was on and basically anything could happen to me. It was more comfortable than any other bed that I had been on top of and it was something to relish when your under the usual pressure of a hungry stallion. The crescent wings connecting to the fan on the ceiling spun mesmerizingly fast. It helped with the boredom of waiting for the mate to freshen up. It's so dull to just lay there on the mattress just waiting while your wrists chafe. The screeching noise of the metal faucet shutting signaled his return. The bathroom door swung open and I was met with the master. He was short maned with a tail that elegantly curved down to his legs. The white streaks on his black colored hair was kind of sexy, but it wasn't anything special. The Master just looked at me with a frown; his muscular cream-colored body was toned well with his strong and hard abdomen. Seeing such attractive features actually made me care just a bit.

Well, now it is time for the act.

"Master? Are you displeased?", asked Star Blossom.

The Stallion scowled and ran aggressively, his footsteps charging rapidly at her location. He got on top of her with force and stared into her eyes. Star Blossom could only turn her head away from his glare.

"You don't get to fucking speak, Bitch! Your bucking nothing! Nothing!" he screamed.

The sudden smack on my cheek stung painfully. Funny, it wasn't really anything new or shocking that I have experienced. Some cowards get aggressive and get all huffed up thinking they're big shit. Whatever, I guess more acting then.

Tears began to stream down from Star Blossom's white irised-eyes. The Stallion laughed at her, she would only whimper pathetically. His grin grew as he outstretched his black flaccid member into an erect fertilizer. Another hoof smack to the cheek and in the phallus went into the winking pussy. He groped her nice hips, moving to her ass cheeks and pulling her closer to his pelvis thus jiggling her tits while she moaned from each pulsating pump. Each tear from her gave him a stronger push in. She could only cry; giving exactly the sick twisted sex he wanted. He locked his lips into hers and felt her tongue be caressed angrily. His balls shook, he let out a loud moan before letting loose his baby batter. She felt the seed gush in like a torrent of hot, sticky, cocoa.

He slid out his now used cock and clambered out of the bed, untying the straps on each of my four limbs and setting me free from this abysmal prison. Now my ligaments don't hurt anymore at least and I can go home. Perching his ass on the bed and giving me a farewell kiss on the cheek. The bastard...

I could only squeeze the bed with my hands, but could not show even a hint of aggression; much to dangerous. Standing up from the bed and making my way, I felt a sudden slap on my butt cheeks and turned away to look at him. He gave me such a smirk, asinine little thing. I could only smile back and start walking out the left exit to the main room while going through the door out. My obligation for the day had been done.