Twilight: The Freedom of Confinement
Twilight: The Freedom of Confinement
(All characters in this piece are above the age of 21)
Twilight yawned, stretching out her arm until it brushed against the wires of her cage. She didn’t have to sleep in a cage, of course -- Spike had offered her the chance to sleep in what had once been his pet bed, but she had refused. She wasn’t too good for the pet bed, she knew that. Indeed, most worthless mares like Twilight could never even hope to have it so good. But there was something so reassuring about the cage. The click of the lock when Spike shut the door. The way the grating pressed against her body as she slept. The cramped wire walls which forced her to curl up into a ball just to fit. These things told her that she was in her place, and it was only then that she felt safe and happy.
“Well it seems like the bitch got up early again.”
Spike’s voice was hard and haughty, still unused to the new power and control he had been granted since The Fall. Few males had gone from such lows to such highs as Spike, and the dragon was still drunk with his newfound power from time to time. Once a worthless sidekick and pet, Spike now found himself owning not only his former owners, but many of their friends as well. Mares who had previously ignored him now had to lick the dirt off his scales. He was top dog now, and he acted like it.
“Get to work, cunt.”
Twilight hardly needed encouragement, much less orders. Her red collar was not something she had taken on by luck or the waffling decision of one of the slave trainers. She had taken to it early, trading her silver collar for it within a week of The Fall. Her status as a willing slave gave her great pride and she embraced it with the same gusto she had previously applied to her worthless study of things like friendship and magic. Things like that were of no use to a worthless mare cunt like her. What really counted was how to suck off a male better than any of the other useless slaves he bothered to keep around.
Twilight pushed her muzzle to the edge of the bars, opening wide. She squelched a whimper in her throat, trying not to look and sound too eager. After all, it wasn’t her enjoyment that mattered -- it was Spike’s. Still, as he pushed his large reptilian shaft into her mouth, her eyes fluttered for a second. The taste of cock had become an addiction to her, and every moment she went without it was agony. She sucked greedily, pulling Spike into her mouth and swallowing his precum as fast as it came forth. Her tongue, pierced with a large purple stud, worked swiftly along the underside of the shaft. Her hands came up to caress and manipulate Spike’s large balls, gently tickling and stimulating them with her fingertips. When she heard Spike groan with delight, she knew she had hit his sweet spot. Those tips from Cadence had paid off yet again.
“Enough foreplay -- let’s see you suck me like the worthless cunt you are!”
Spike reached through the bars and grabbed Twilight’s head, shoving himself forward until his crotch was pressed against the cage.
“No horn to keep you from throating anymore, huh? Now show me what you can do, stupid bitch!”
Throating hurt, of course. It was supposed to hurt. Supposed to be uncomfortable. Discomfort and pain were what kept a mare in her place, and made sure she knew that she was a worthless piece of garbage compared to a male. As such, Twilight embraced it, letting the tears flow down her cheeks as Spike raped her throat, his enormous cock scratching and scraping inside her mouth. She gagged hard, choking on the length, but did not even begin to fight back. Indeed, it was all she could do to keep from shoving a hand between her legs and digging her fingertips against her clit. Total subjugation made her pussy as wet as her water bowl.
“Enough of that.”
Spike pulled out roughly, leaving Twilight hacking and coughing. Her nose and lips were numb from the pressure of being so tight against the bars and Spike’s crotch. She groaned a bit, groggy from the sudden lapse of stimulation, shaking a bit on all fours. However, when Spike’s hands came through the bars in the cage to grab her flanks, she straightened up, pressing her plot against the back.
“That’s a good girl. Show me that worthless cunt of yours.”
Twilight moaned, knowing her sex must be winking and dripping in anticipation of what Spike was about to provide. There was no greater pleasure for a mare than to be fucked, no greater honor than to take a cock up their worthless fuck hole. It was their singular purpose, and the better they embraced it, the better they could understand what it truly meant to be a mare.
“Damn, it’s like shoving a hotdog down a hallway. I don’t know why I don’t get rid of you and trade you in for some younger, prettier filly. Maybe one without a disgusting horn scar or those hideous things you used to call wings.”
Twilight moaned unreservedly now. Despite the fact that she knew Spike would never actually get rid of her, his harsh words spurred her on to perform. It wasn’t enough to just be a mare, to accept any cock presented and to obey every order given. Twilight had to prove that she was the best of all mares, the best at learning her place, and the best at giving up her cunt to the vastly superior males who used her. She didn’t just push back like a rookie -- she squeezed down on Spike, rubbing and working him with her inner flesh even as he grabbed her hips and dug himself in deep. The claw marks on her flanks didn’t repel and frighten her, they spurred her on, letting her know her proper place in the world.
Before she knew it, the entire world was a blank whiteness, the blast of orgasm overwhelming her every system. Before The Fall, Twilight had known some magics to provide something approaching this level of clarity, but nothing was like the feeling a male could give her with his cock, especially when properly coupled with appropriate levels of pain and abuse. She imagined this was what a blank must feel right before her emotions and personality were stripped away -- absolute, beautiful clarity of purpose, position and value. Even as she came down, she knew that everything was right, everything was perfect. She knew that she was a worthless cunt, that her enslavement was the greatest gift that could ever be bestowed on one as low as her, and that she had no higher calling than the pleasure of the males around her. No drug, no spell, no act of friendship or magic had ever made her feel as good as she did now.
“Stupid bitch, did I tell you to cum?”
Twilight yelped more for effect than genuine pain as she felt her cage overturned. Sure, it hurt to have her body banged against the sides as Spike kicked it over, but she could tell by the hot, wet liquid leaking out of her snatch that he had enjoyed himself particularly well this morning. Spike abused her because he loved her, and he loved her so much he wanted to make sure she did not for a moment forget how useless she was. That she deserved this. That he was spoiling her with such niceties as pierced nipples and permission to sleep indoors. The soreness let her know she had it better than any mare ever had a right to.
Spike disappeared for a moment, returning with two bowls, one filled with water and the other with mare kibble. He set them down in front of Twilight, not bothering to right or unlock the cage.
“When you finish I’ll come get you for Twilight Time. We’ve got a lot of fresh meat today, so don’t make any mess I’ll just have to clean up.”
Twilight nodded, knowing better than to even let drop a “Yes Master” without explicit permission. She reached through the bars, carefully retrieving the tasteless kibble and bitter water with her fingers. She would need to consume it all if she was going to have enough energy for Twilight Time. Teaching those worthless, stupid cunts how to obey as well as she did was hungry work.
***
“The first thing you need to understand, cunts, is that you are completely worthless.” Twilight crawled across the floor, pointing at her chalkboard with a long, dildo-tipped pole. “If you have any value at all, its because your Master thinks you are worth keeping around. He’s probably mistaken in this regard, but still, if you can prove to him that you don’t deserve to be abandoned in a public stockade, or sent to a dirt farm, or worse, you might find that you’re actually a lot better off being a slave than you were being free.”
Twilight looked out at her students, all of whom were chained to the assorted desks and chairs that had been salvaged from her now abandoned reading room. A few were silver collars, their fate uncertain in light of pending evaluation. Others were purple collars, their minds too broken to absorb her words. Most, however, were black collars -- the worst sort of mare. Black collars had not yet learned their place, committing such unspeakable acts as refusing a cock or talking back to a male. As such, they were in the most need of intensive re-education, and Twilight Time was the most intensive re-education program in all of Ponyville.
“I know some of you stupid cunts can still read, so I am going to write a mnemonic device on the chalkboard to help you remember your place. The rest of you can follow along as I read out loud.” Twilight got up onto her knees to write, trying to set a good example of not standing upright without permission for her class. The chalk felt heavy in her hand, and the letters came out crooked. Her handwriting was deteriorating rapidly these days. Mares barely needed to talk, much less read and write. A stupid mare was a good mare, and the only reason Twilight let herself maintain any vestige of intelligence at all was so that she could, hopefully, help some of these black collars understand their place.
“A good mare is a CUNT. C stands for Cooperative, because she always does what her master says, without question. U stands for Understanding, in that she doesn’t have to be told twice what to do. N stands for No Value, because a good mare knows she is worthless and deserves to be discarded at any time. Lastly, T stands for talking, which is something good mares don’t do. Indeed, I am only talking to you now because my master told me to, in hopes of turning some of you into good girls like me.”
“Enough, bitch. You’re wasting your time.”
Twilight smiled up at Spike, opening her mouth and spreading her legs a bit in case he wished to demonstrate how utterly compliant and eager she was in comparison to her students.
“Not now. I’ve got to get these worthless whores back into their cages.”
Twilight tried to hide her disappointment, even though she knew that Spike was right. Most of these girls were beyond hopeless, going beyond simple back sass and engaging in open rebellion against their enslavement. The only reason they hadn’t been sent off to be blanked was due to Spike’s generosity in hoarding them, locking them up in the dozens of cages he had installed throughout the former library to hold his ever-increasing harem. A less caring or patient master would have thrown them out long ago, but Spike never met a mare he didn’t want to keep. Even if they broke out of their cages and tried to persuade Twilight that she was a princess, rather than a worthless mare cunt suited only for sucking cocks.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I let myself in.”
Twilight turned to, filled with nervous excitement at the familiar voice.
“Shining Armor! Always a pleasure to see you!” Spike came forward and shook the male unicorn’s hand, putting on his best smile. Shining tended to be both Spike’s biggest customer and supplier, dropping off the useless mares his soldiers captured and rounded up, then picking up the properly trained results a few months later. As such, Spike was on his best behavior, doting on Shining and trying to ensure he was in a good mood. “Can I get you a chair? A fresh mare or two? Some kibble for your slave?”
“I’ll take the chair now, the mares in a moment, but I won’t need any kibble.” Shining pulled on the leash in his hand, prompting his mare to crawl in behind him. He grinned and ran his fingers through his mare’s hair, caressing her pink fur with her palms. His hand continued to move down, gesturing to a large, pregnant belly. “As you can see, she’s had enough already.”
Mi Amore Cadenza, formerly known as Princess Cadence, was held out to all other mares as the supreme example they should try to imitate. She had been the first to embrace her true role as a mare, as well as instrumental in facilitating the fall itself. She was the ideal slave -- compliant, hardworking, eager and silent. As such, Cadence was the example all mares were expected to follow, as depicted in both visual guides and in training schools. Twilight had herself implored her students to take on Cadence as a role model, and deep down, she hoped to one day achieve such depths of absolute servitude.
“So you’re breeding her now?” Spike examined Cadence, walking around her and poking with her claws. “I would have thought you had enough worthless mares in your harem to eliminate the need for such slow and efficient things as breeding.”
“The garbage that you sell me is good enough for entertaining the troops or selling on the auction block, but I need something truly unique and wonderful to properly thank the caribou for my ascension into kingship. And what better than a princess who is fallen from birth? Unlike that idiot Celestia or rebellious Luna, the soon-to-be-born Skyla will be trained from her very first day to serve her superior caribou masters.” Shining smiled, running his hands up and down Cadence’s belly as he spoke. Despite his harsh words, his face was beaming with pride, his grin widening as he held Cadence close to him.
Cadence, for her part, nuzzled her owner’s hand, cooing softly as he caressed her. Her breasts were heavy and lactating, swaying and dripping as her owner pawed over her flesh. The red collar around her neck jingled against its silver chain leash as she moved down to undo her owner’s fly and begin gently licking at the warm, dark flesh within. Even eight months pregnant, she was wholly dedicated to her own submission.
“Ah, I see.” Spike looked around furtively, checking his mare cages for something to shift the subject to. “Well now that we have finished discussing politics, how about that mare? I’ve got a lovely red-collar pegasus on special today. Half price because her eyes aren’t lined up right. I’ll even throw in a free blinder so you can’t tell the difference!”
“I’m always looking for cheap, disposable mares for the troops, but I’m in a good mood today and want something special.” He reached out over Cadence, pointing at Twilight. “I’d like to try that one.”
Spike gulped. “She is not for sale, Shining. I need her to help me break in all the black and silver collars I buy off of you. You know how dumb mares are, sometimes they only listen to other mares.”
“Nonsense! Every mare is for sale.” Shining got up, walking over towards Twilight. He was massive, in both senses of the word. “Besides, I’m your best customer, and your best supplier. You can at least let me test drive your floor model here.”
Spike gulped again, looking about nervously. He sighed, handing Shining the leash attached to Twilight’s red collar. “Just please don’t break her. I’ve got a dozen black-collared rebels cooling off down in the basement right now. Without Twilight Time I don’t think I’ll ever get my money back on those worthless whores.”
“Don’t worry, I know how to be gentle.” Shining grabbed Twilight’s head, shoving her hard onto his enormous, engorged cock. “Or maybe I don’t. Still, you worry too much, Spike. They’re just mares. You can always get another one.”
Twilight choked hard on Shining’s cock as it plunged down her throat. She was used to abuse from Spike and the various customers, clients and guests he foisted on her, but none of them were anywhere near Shining in size. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to keep her teeth off the shaft, the girth straining her jaw to its maximum. As her hands were still unbound from the earlier Twilight Time, she brought them to Shining’s balls, squeezing and caressing and fondling them. Shoving down the pain, Twilight struggled to focus on Shinings pleasure, working him with her tongue and lips as best she could.
“See? She can handle it.” Shining grabbed Twilight’s head firmly in both hands, shoving his length back and forth into her muzzle. He pressed her down, holding her nose against his groin. “I wonder how long she can hold her breath? Let’s count it out. One, two, three…”
Spike wrung his hands, pacing back and forth in front of the cages. “Please, Shining, I can’t have you constantly turning my mares into purple collars every time you come over.”
Twilight gasped as Shining pulled out, his enormous length smacking her across the face. She struggled not to cough, working to force the spittle and precum down her gullet instead of into her lungs. Her mind was spinning, dizzy from the sudden rush of fresh air into her formerly plugged throat. The smell was hypnotic, and she could already feel her pussy dripping onto her thighs.
Shining grinned, pulling Twilight’s leash taut. “Thirty seconds! You may speak, slave. Tell me what you think.”
“More!” Twilight gasped, sucking the smell through her nose, tasting and swallowing it with her tongue. The mixture of spittle and precum coming off of her brother’s shaft was driving her crazy, compelling her to work all the harder, to push herself to the extreme of servitude. “Please fuck my face. Rape my throat! Show me the only thing a mare is good for!
Shining Grabbed Twilight’s head again, shoving it down with a powerful thrust. “I told you, Spike. You worry too much.”
Now over her initial shock, Twilight was better able to focus on pleasuring Shining’s shaft. She went to work with her tongue as he thrust into her, twisting it this way and that along the underside, popping her tongue stud against his ring and flare. She timed her breaths with his thrusts, grabbing quick gobs of oxygen between swallows. Her chest heaved, her sex watered, and her brain drank up the pleasure, compelling and pushing her to suck all the harder.
“All right, let’s see what this bitch really can do.” Shining pushed Twilight onto the floor, pushing her arms and legs aside as she fell.”
“Please, Shining, there are so many other mares here for you to play with.”
“Shut up!” Shining glowered at Spike, gritting his teeth. “None of them are my sister!” He turned, locking eyes with Twilight as he crawled up on top of her. “I’ve been wanting this since the fall, Twily. When I saw you paraded in front of the Caribou with your fresh red collar. When I saw them training you. When I came to buy from Spike and saw you lapping his cum up off the floor. I relished every bit of your fall, Twily, relished seeing the family favorite realize what a worthless cunt she really is!” As he spoke, Shining shoved his length into Twilight, his length finding purchase and then driving home as he put his weight into his hips.
“I’m a worthless cunt who needs to be fucked by her brother!” Twilight couldn’t control herself. Shining’s words sent a flood of memories through her mind -- the fear at her initial capture, the pain of her plucking and de-horning, the pleasure and satisfaction as she gave in to the endless parade of cocks pressed into her during her training. Though her conditioning was strong, she couldn’t help but give voice to her desires as Shining fucked her with all his might. “Fuck me, B.B.B.F.F. -- Big Brother Best Fuck Forever!”
Shining brought his hand down hard. “Who said you could talk, bitch?”
Twilight silenced herself, but grinned wide. She could tell that her words were precisely what Shining wanted to hear. Though she had momentarily bucked against her training, this brief insubordination only further solidified how far she had fallen and how truly committed she was to her new role. Rather than being repulsed by this incestuous rape, she was driven on by it, her body and mind desperate to please her big brother, to sate his lust and anger with her pain and suffering. She wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him and digging her heels into the small of his back to encourage him onward.
“Fucking bitch. Not so high and mighty now are you? Just another stupid cunt, like your sister-in-law, or that worthless mare you called a teacher!” Shining panted hard, bracing himself on the floor as he drove himself down into Twilight, hilting her with each thrust. His balls smacked against her, making her ass jiggle with the climax of each impact.
Twilight closed her eyes and gripped the floor, pushing back against Shining and giving him a firm surface to push against. His enormous length pushed, shoved and jammed deep inside her, yet even all those inches didn’t seem to be enough. She bit her tongue, holding back more words, holding back her orgasmic moans, holding back the displays of her lust. But even a bleeding tongue-tip couldn’t hold back the tsunami for long.
Shining grunted as he finished inside of Twilight, grabbing her hair and locking his eyes to hers. “I just came in you, Twily. Your own brother. What do you think of that, bitch?”
“Thank you, Master!” Twilight’s eyes were swimming in and out of focus, the room still wobbly and spinning around her as she came down. Orgasms always left her woozy and unsteady, but this one left her absolutely helpless. She could barely feel her fingers and toes, much less move them. Getting hit by a cart could hardly immobilize her more successfully.
Shining stood up, grabbing Twilight by her mane, which he used to wipe clean his cock before putting it back in his pants. Thus finished, he spat hard in Twilights eye, then put his boot on her shoulder. The kick sent Twilight spinning, causing her to collapse in a pile at the foot of a nearby cage. “And that’s how you fuck a mare!”
Spike ran over, righting Twilight and looking her over. “You asshole, look at these bruises!”
“Please, those are just little love-marks.” Shining gestured towards Cadence, pointing at the whip marks and welts on her back and rear. “I put those on this bitch all the time. She loves it.”
Spike dabbed a bit of water on Twilight’s face, turning her over in his hands. “I can’t sell her like this. Might as well ask me to sell a bushel of bruised apples!”
“I thought she wasn’t for sale.” Shining grinned, pulling out an ample bag of bits. “Or did you change your mind? Because I sure would feel like a caribou with two former princesses chained to the foot of my bed.”
Spike stood up, about to retort, but he caught himself mid-stride. He stood up straight, wiping imaginary dust off of his shoulders and chest. “Just for that, I’m keeping the deposit you put down on that mare you rented last week. Which is now three days overdue, by the way.”
“Jeez, are all dragons as cranky as you?” Shining tossed Spike the bag of coins, then turned to the cages. “That should buy me the rental outright, and leaves me with more than enough for that half-price pegasus you were talking about. Is she stupid? I need a stupid one to help haul around heavy crates when she’s not sucking off the quartermaster.”
The weight of the money in his claws turned Spike’s anger into satisfaction. He smiled as he walked over to open the cage for Shining. “I’ll have you know she used to work in the Equestrian Mail Service, and she’s as dense as the crates you’ll have her pushing around.”
The haggling and negotiations between the two males were like the buzz of flies in Twilight’s ears. Though she was staggered by pain and blinded by the spit in her eye, she could hardly be more satisfied. Put in her place by her own brother! Certainly, it happened to the occasional lucky mare -- indeed, her friend Applejack was outright owned by her brother -- but what worthless cunt could say that her brother was adjutant to the king of the caribou and highest ranked of all stallions? Good mares lay awake at night fantasizing about the opportunity just to lick his boots, and she had taken his seed! She reached down, rubbing herself slightly, though she knew that to do so without Spike’s permission was to risk another beating. Still, she had to have a taste, and as she licked her fingers, the blinding clarity of orgasm wiped her mind clean for the third time that day.
“I hope you can see me, Celestia.” Twilight whispered to herself, her eyes slowly closing as she collapsed on the floor. “You’d be so proud of me. Today I finally learned what it means to be a mare…”
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