Alex: Cutest Suitor in Training

I woke up slowly, almost regretfully. It was perhaps the most silent morning I had ever had. Dad wasn't rushing me out of bed, my sister wasn't complaining, it was utter silence.

This silence meant, of course, that I had missed wake up time, and probably school. My first reaction was to panic, but I laid back down without opening my eyes. There was no reason to rush around anymore. The bed was comfortable, the sheets were... my sheets... Where were my sheets? I wasn't even in my bed!

My eyes flew open and I discovered that the darkness wasn't just under my eyelids. Wherever I was, it was pitch black. I tried to roll over to get up, but something about my spine wouldn't roll right. I was stuck on my back.

This was beyond bad posture. My shoulders felt wrong. My hips felt wrong. My arms refused to swing right. What was wrong with me?!

I opened my mouth desperate to call out, but something hard and plastic stuffed itself into my mouth. I immediately tried to pull it out, but my arms bent wrong. Oh god! I could feel my arms bending comepletely the wrong way! What the actual fuck?!

I tried to call out around the circular gag, but the room suddleny shook as if I was in a snowglobe.

"QUIET THE FUCK UP IN THERE!" A loud commanding feminine voice screamed into the little room, that had up till now been the whole of my reality. The voice deafened me for a few seconds, but eventually the ringing in my ears stopped. The room had stopped shaking too.

I won't tell how I could tell the voice's outside state, but I will admit that I was much frightened, and I gave up trying to call out.

Eventually the room took on a feel of movement. It was like being in a slow moving car. There were a few turns, but eventually the room came to a gentle stop. There was whispering. Then a click and more movement. Then there were more whispering, but louder.

"Is the box ready?" This was a new voice. This was feminine too, and softer. "I can't wait to see what Twilight's preferred pony is!" Pony?! My mind was temporarily filled with perverse and unusual porn I had glanced and sampled in my so far short life. Was this some sick BDSM rape cult? It made some sense, but It wouldn't explain the physical problems.

As if sensing my panic, the box began to rock softly. A soft cooing accompanied the rocking. All of a sudden I felt a strong tiredness overtake me. W-what were they do-

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Rustling woke me with a start. At first I panicked in the dark, but the reality of my situation came back to me like a ton of bricks. Almost painfully, but attached to those memories were more memories. They were of me sitting at my desk, me reading a especially emotional fanfic, and a brilliantly bright light. Then pain, so much pain. I remembered every joint and bone flaring with pain. I remember stretching, squeezing, and pinching. After a while the symphony was punctuated with percussion of pain. Just the memory of this made my misshapened muscles spasm, and eventually I fainted and forgot again.

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I awoke to more whispering, again the females from before. It was a while before I could hear properly, but I had a full sample of their conversation afterwords. The blurred part seemed to be about some stallion, but the first recognizable words were,

"As long as we are sure he will be happier here, then I'm okay with this." It was the other voice from earlier, not the one who yelled.

"I'm sure he will be." The first voice assured the second. I admit that I may have been less than merry in life, but how on earth was being left in a box, gagged, any better?!

"Your Highness, Princess Twilight Sparkle has arrived." I my was a man's voice! I felt immediate calm as my second theory was invalidated so immediately, but then I processed his words. He said "highness." This couldn't have been a real royal court, and Twilight Sparkle was no name. This had to be a BDSM cult, and, while curious, I had no intention of bending over for any stranger. Sadly, I knew that it was not likely the bending would be voluntary, nor the strangers loving.

Thus it was now that I began to reconsider my escape plans. The box, as I know knew, was too tight to roll over in, but was too tall to use my legs to break it open. Unable to kick my way out, I was left making plans for when they opened the box. Those plans were constricted by both the physical strangeties afflicting me, and my lack of information, left my plans in the most nebulous nature.

My planning got no where before the box dipped momentarily, as if it had been passed off to someone new. A whispering was heard, in the voices of the two females. It sounded like they were plotting something. They had already kidnapped and boxed me, what was left?!

I realized my mistake as the box shook clumsily and took on great speed. I grunted in pain as my head slammed against one of its sides, and wheezed as it slammed me sideways. Unfortunately I was too dazed to use the motion to roll.

"ohh hey Twilight!" The second voice called out cheerfully. There was a scuffle, and suddenly my body went cold. There was a bending, a flexing for just one moment. Then, as quickly as the chill, pain roared throughout my body. Everything burned, everything was squeezed as if I was under a thousand tons of rock. Every-

'sleep'

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"Is he ready?" Those words brought me back to consciousness like a hammer. Sudden throbbing pain was a anvil, and between those two morning abused me.

"I still can't believe this is the kind of stallion Twilight wants. He's big enough to fit under half of my wing!" It was the second voice, the softer one. She was making fun of someone. She wasn't talking through a wall.

Wasn't talking through a wall...!

I realized that I felt soft sheets above and below me. Something light and fluffy was under my head, and the gag was gone from my mouth. With sudden joy I opened my eyes!

But I was greeted with more darkness.

"Sorry, but your eyes need a bit to recover, say a month or so." It was the first voice! She was right next to me! Panicked, I attempted to roll away. The lack of walls combined with sheets made my jolt a short miserable affair.

"I do say Celestia, I might see the charm of such a cute mate when it's rolled up like a ponyitto!" The second one exclaimed.

"Shut up Luna."