Chapter 14: Slavery isn't funny

“So where do you expect me to sleep?”  I asked to no one in-particular.  I’m regretting this bet already.

        “I don’t know fat one.  I assume on a couch or chair.”  Stewart answered.

        “No!  I am the slave master here.  I will tell you will to sleep.”  Rainbow Dash said.

        “If I was black I would be offended.”  I said back.

        “Okay.  You will sleep on the floor.”  Rainbow Dash declared.

        “On the floor?  Really?  You are harboring deep seeded hatred for me aren’t you?”  I asked

        “Well, yeah you couldn’t tell?”  She asked somewhat sarcastically.

        “I’m still unhappy I get no say in this.”  Stewart said.

        “Shut up slave.  You are only here for my pleasure and assessment.”  Rainbow Dash said.

        “So I guess that nothing much has changed than?”  I asked with a shit eating grin on my face.

        “Next time you talk in that manner I will punish you.”  Rainbow Dash said.

        “I like where this is going.”  I said.

        *BAM*

        “Ow, shit that stings.  You could be a nicer slave owner you now.  Stop with the hitting and began with the loving if you know what I mean.”  I replied.

        “Now I feel like I should hit him.”  Stewart said.

        “Enough!  If you two don’t stop acting up I will put you in the cage.”  Rainbow Dash said.

        “Question.  When the fuck did you get a cage?  And where the fuck would you put it?”  I asked.

        “If you keep talking you are going to find out.”  Rainbow Dash answered back.

        “Find out where the imaginary cage is?  Oh no, I’m so fucking scared.”  I said.

"Hey just keep on talking.  And you will see what happens next."  Rainbow Dash replied back.

"So where the fuck are we going to sleep?"  Stewart asked.

"If you don't stop with the questions.  I know where you are going to sleep."  Rainbow Dash said.  Then looked at me expecting a sarcastic comment.

"What?  I don't always have a sarcastic comment you know."  I said.

"Bullshit."  Rainbow Dash and Stewart both said at the same time.

"Okay.  Since it's only 8pm we have some time to kill it would seem."  Rainbow Dash said.

"Shit, this doesn't sound good."  I said.

"So we could either go downstairs and play some video games."  Rainbow Dash said.

"Yes.  Yes.  Fuck yes."  Stewart said.

"Or me and Stewart could go have some fun time.  While Matt stays in the cage."  Rainbow Dash said.

"That doesn't sound like fun."  I said.

"That seems like a bad idea."  Stewart chimed in.

"No."  Rainbow Dash said, and got a devilish look in her eye.  "What do most slave masters do to their slaves?"  Rainbow Dash asked with the same devilish look in her eye.

"Um.."  Stewart said, then got lost in thought.

"I'm calling the NAACP."  I said.

"First of all Main.  You aren't black."  Stewart said.

"Sure I am.  I'm down with the Wu Tang Clan."  I said.

"No.  You are not.  You are down with Slayer and Lamb of God."  Stewart said.  "Second of all, the NAACP has to do with the educational system.  Not the Main is a slave because he sucks dick at Mortal Kombat problem."  Stewart said.

"Still better than you."  I said.

"Okay, shut the buck up.  I'm talking about torture.  Sexual torture."  Rainbow Dash said.

"What!"  Stewart yelled.

"I wanna go in the imaginary cage."  I said.

"You aren't going in any cage.  And because you have been the most... hostile.  You are going first."  Rainbow Dash said.

"I'd rather suffer in the imaginary cage."  I said.

"THE CAGE ISN'T IMAGINARY.  IT'S REAL!"  Scream Rainbow Dash.

"Whatever you say boss."  I said.

"Get in the basement.  Now!"  Rainbow Dash said.

"I don't think I want him in my basement."  Stewart said.

"You are going in the cage while you wait for your turn."  Rainbow Dash said.

"I still don't fucking believe their is a fucking cage that you magically fucking got into his house."  I said.

"Stewart go to your room."  Rainbow Dash said.

"Okay."  Stewart said and walked into his room.

"Okay.  How the fuck did you get a cage in my room?"  Stewart asked.

"Get in it.  Or I will punish you."  Stewart said.

"Quick!  Call the NAACP!"  I said.

"Shut the fuck up Main.  Hell I'm getting in the cage to enjoy some peace and quite."  Stewart said, as Rainbow Dash enter his room and locked him up.

I walked down into the basement.  Happy to see their were no disturbing sex toys, or torture devices.  I still didn't like the looks of this.  It felt.. wrong, and bad.  Like I was about to either have the greatest fucking time of my life.  Or I was about to get injured very badly, and I was leaning on the side of injured more than good times.

"Sit down slave."  Rainbow Dash ordered.

"Fuck you."  I said.

*BAM*

"I said sit."  Rainbow Dash said.

"Jesus Christ.  Fine."  I replied back.  I never liked being ordered around.

"Lie down."  Rainbow Dash said.

"Fine."  I said and complied.

"Okay, now say, 'My name is Matthew and I have just been tricked by Rainbow Dash.'"  Rainbow Dash said.

"My name is... wait, what?"  I asked.

"Yeah.  You didn't really think I was going to do it with you down here did you?"  Rainbow Dash asked.

"I was assuming pain and misery, but yeah I was kinda hoping."  I said back with a smile.

"Gross.  This was a joke on Stewart.  Yes I wanted him to be my slave.  But this was more to make him jealous.  And even though he didn't say anything.  Boy, did he look bucking pissed!"  Rainbow Dash said.

"Question.  Why do you sometimes say fuck, but than other times say bucking?"  I asked.

"Don't fucking ask me.  You bucking wrote it."  Rainbow Dash answered back.

"Good point.  Okay, so why do you want to make him jealous?"  I asked.

"I don't know.  Sometimes I feel like he ignores me more than he should.  Also I feel like we don't do as much together as we should.  Like I see you and Pinkie, and now Fluttershy.  You guys spend so much time together and are always laughing and having fun.  I want that!  But he seems really interested in books, writing, and that damned small little silver device."  Rainbow Dash said.

"So you thought that pretending like you were going to rape me would make him feel better?"  I asked.

"Not rape you.  You know you want it."  Rainbow Dash said with a smile.

"Like I said Gay Pride.  You aren't my type."  I said with a sly smile.

"Shut up.  So what?  You don't think it's a good idea?"  Rainbow Dash asked.

"Well no, not really.  You should be your normal demanding self.  Stop thinking that making guys jealous is how you get to their hearts.  It's defiantly not.  Be open, and just talk to him.  Don't act like you don't give a shit about him."  I said.

"Yeah.  I guess you have a good point."   Rainbow Dash said.  "You are still a sarcastic motherbucker though."  She said with a smile.

"Yeah, well you are an egotistical bitch, but you don't see me complaining."  I said.

"Haha.  You know how to talk to the ladies don't you?"  Rainbow Dash said.

Did I just see a twinkle in her eye?  Yeah, fuck I must be high.  I doubt she is getting feelings for me.  We already know where we stand.  Or do we?

Just than I heard a big crash from upstairs.  At first I thought it was Stewart.  Maybe he broke out of his cage.  But then I heard male voices from the upstairs living room.  They sure as hell weren't his parents.  They are of course still on spring break.

"What the fuck was that?"  I asked

"I don't know.  But it sounds like we might need to kick someones ass."  Rainbow Dash said.  "I mean, I might need to kick someones ass."  She said with a smile in her eye.  I could tell she missed doing stuff like this.  Fighting, and flying.  Fuck maybe this will be good for her.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Let's go see what the fuck is going on up their."  I said

"With pleasure.  This should be fun."  Rainbow Dash said.  Than we both went up the stairs.