There was an odd taste in her mouth, one of chemicals and, as she focused on it, one that made her feel sleepy for some reason. Twilight furrowed her brow, trying desperately to recall what happened and why her body felt so tired she couldn't even open her eyes. There had been.... a dead guard found two days ago. Celestia had been acting strangely for longer then that though, as if she were hiding something, and then, and then, why did her throat feel so damn uncomfortable!?
Focusing on it, she realized that it at least felt like some kind of choker or, a shiver running through her, a collar. Actually, the sleepiness beginning to fade some, she realized that it was not only her throat that felt choked. Her entire body was stretched out, laying uncomfortably, prostate for the world. With horror, Twilight could only imagine what kind of pony would put her in such a position. Even her horn was chained down, keeping her head in place. Her wings were thankfully not pulled out from her but she could feel some kind of belt pulled across her waist pinning them down. Attempting to calm herself, she took a few deep breaths, moving her arms and legs experimentally to see if there was any slack. To her shock, even though she was no longer drowsy, it still couldn't move any part of her body, even her mouth just hung open, unresponsive.
Taking a deep breath, Twilight was relieved to find that her mind was still functioning properly as she took in the hard, smooth surface she was on and the stale air. She let herself be distracted for a moment as she wondered at what it might be, marble, crystal, or some other stone that was used in the castle so much. Smacking herself mentally, she focused, an odd feeling without the use of her face or other muscles, and reached out for her magic. A gasp wracked its way through her as, for the first time she was born, Twilight Sparkle couldn't find her magic.
"So, your awake. I was wondering if an alicorn could move with the collar on for the first time." The voice that came echoing to her from every direction as though rebounding off of the walls was husky and the words came out slowly and deliberately, as though he hadn't spoken in a long time or had not been speaking for very long. Twilight tried desperately to say something in return but it was as pointless as everything else she'd tried. Struggling against her own inability to move, it was minutes before she heard echoing hoof steps, once more giving her no sense of direction or location from it.
It was then that she smelled it. She couldn't imagine that it could be a pony as the scent was putrid, assaulting her nose in the worst possible ways. It was like nothing she had ever smelled before, the closest being a mixture of putrid milk and an extreme amount of musk from a stallion. It also had a sweet smell in horrid contrast that tormented her because it seemed so familiar but she could hardly place it while it was mixed with the other smell. A light pressure came onto the collar around her neck then, a pressure that began to increase the collar began to tighten.
"Perhaps you aren't familiar with it, either because of your age or your relatively small amount of experience in such a high position but Celestia is not all she's made out to be," the voice said, its breath hitting her on her cheek, the smell significantly less putrid then the odor from the rest of him. Twilight managed to choke against the tightening pressure as her lungs began to get less and less air. "Please, don't bother. I own you now and this collar is the proof, robbing you of your strength and magic. In your position," he said as he tightened the collar so fiercely that Twilight began gasping, her airway closed for one, two, three "I could kill you and it would be like breaking a toy, not a mare," he finished as ten seconds passed and he let go, the collar slackening and Twilight gasping for air greedily.
"I am kinder then the one who put the collar on me though. Once you get used to its effects and can speak I wont have it so tight you cant," the collar hanging a little loose on her throbbing neck as his voice moved closer and stopped echoing towards her and instead away. "However, roles reversed, there are things Ive wanted to do for a long time," Twilight stopped breathing as the words were punctuated with a hand tracing a circle on her waist, circling her belly button. Slowly it began to drift its way lower, getting ever closer to Twilights marehood, which had ever been touched by another before, not even the closest boyfriend she'd ever had before, let alone a mysterious stallion. His other hand reached up and grabbed her breasts, a shuddering gasp running through Twilight as he began to tease them, gently pulling and pressing at the nipples before beginning to gently squeeze and play with it.
In a sweet tone that caused his voice to nearly constantly crack, Twilight heard the words of so many cruel stories from a long distance away. "So, I don't hear any complaints, you must be enjoying this. And look down here," the voice said with badly done mock curiosity as his surprisingly smooth hand finally began rubbing against the lips of Twilight's quivering and, undeniably, wet pussy. Twilight felt tears begin to roll away from her eyes as she felt a heat fill her from not only his teasing but from the sheer embarrassment of it all. Twilight screamed at the collar mentally as his hoof began its gentle ministrations of her pussy, blaming it for her body's reaction. She felt her hips twitch, just barely, forward as the hoof moved away, her eyes fluttering for a moment as she felt horrid levels of shame for her reaction. It was followed by extreme surprise as her captor's hand slid up her body as he kissed her open mouth, his musk and putridness clashing against the grape like taste of his mouth.
A long minute passed, Twilight counting the seconds to keep herself from enjoying it despite whatever this horrible thing had done to her. She tried again and again as his tongue came in and twisted around hers to chomp down. Her tears never reached her mouth with her head flat against the stone so all she could taste was a familiar grape taste, one that drew her in and reminded her of the ones Celestia had the gardeners grow for Twilight, the ones she always really enjoyed and got as a treat when she was younger. Loosing herself in it, she was surprised to hear a tiny moan come from somewhere, just a moment before realizing it was her. He chose that moment to pull away, leaving Twilight gasping for air she hadn't even realized she craved.
"Well then, you taste exactly as Celestia always said you might. I wonder, what else can I get away with while your powerless like this?" He sounded a little confused, as though he was still thinking all of this through himself. His hands gently let go of her breasts, stopping the kneading motion they's kept up throughout the kiss. She heard him take a step away just as her stomach growled, having not eaten since yesterday evening taking its toll. Twilight's heart sank as she heard a low chuckle escape her captor.
"Thats as good an idea as any. After all, it wont be likely you'll do it later when your head and jaw work." She heard the voice work its way around her until it was directly behind her head. She attempted to move, causing little twitches here and there including, shamefully, her soaking marehood. All of it stopped though as she heard him lifting himself onto the stone around her with some difficulty. She heard his hands and knees brush against the smooth stone as his smell intensified immensely, filling Twilight's head with a vision of him literally crawling over her. Almost all the thoughts in her head disappeared though as the strongest smell yet, pure stallion musk, slammed into her face at the same time as something that produced a meaty smack.
Twilight was horrified. In front of her face was something that she had never seen outside of a book, a stallion's penis, and a very pungent one at that. Even worse, she could feel his breath on her marehood as he took a deep breath of it. To make that worse, her flank had long ago been soaked in a puddle of her juices, having been forming from the very first moment he placed his hands on her. It was then, after a long moments hesitation, that the tip of his cock started to slide into her mouth, her head grabbed by magic and put at a perfect angle to let the massiveness of it fill her entire mouth.
"Don't worry, I'll be happy to help you handle that Twilight," he said as she felt a magical grip on her head and throat begin to flex certain muscles in her cheeks and jaw. Slowly he began lowering himself, his cock more then big enough to fill her entire mouth with just the head. As he began to lower himself Twilight nearly choked on the taste, a salty, nasty taste, as though it hadn't been washed in, well, ever! He slowly thrusted in about three inches before moving back, adjusting his magic in a similar manner to a girl adjusting her own muscles. He began going in slowly, constantly pulling back and grunting as he figured out better how to coil her throat around him. Tears streamed down Twilight's face, the horror that filled her as her throat stretched out like this matched only by her mind, overwhelmed between the taste and smell, began trying to fade away and submit to it.
Finally, when he was about eight inches deep in her throat, he must have felt comfortable working her throat because he lowered his own muzzle and began dragging his tongue against her pussy. Twilight came close to screaming, a mild contraction of the throat that she caused instead of him, as he massaged her thighs, relaxing the slight tightness she could get out of them. It was not because of her powerlessness to stop him though. It was the sheer pleasure as his tongue began to expertly play with her marehood, darting in, out, and around, going from quick little motions to these long slurping licks. She had heard Rarity talk about getting eaten out and as she approached her orgasm, she felt like it was aptly named because every movement made her mind go blank as thought he was sucking out her intelligence.
She then realized her own moans, escaping her body with every thrust back of his gigantic cock, were LOUD and echoing away from and then back to them. Trying to stop it, and failing horribly, she only barely realized that he was getting faster and faster, something that Twilight couldn't quite figure out since he'd been being so careful before and was now hurting her throat beyond the stretching of it. Lust addled, unable to do anything and overwhelmed with what senses were working, she let herself go, letting herself rise closer and closer to climax instead of depressing herself further trying to figure this out. This began to get annoying as, almost as though he could tell when she was on the brink, her grunting pleasure giver kept her there, denying her the orgasm she had finally let herself submit to while keeping her but a step away.
Thats when he came. Emptying his load down her throat, eleven inches down in her previously virgin throat, his cum shot straight down into her belly before rushing back up, her eyes bulging open at long last, only to roll back in her head as he shoved his entire muzzle deep into her pussy and began frantically pleasuring her, instantly triggering an orgasm that both him cumming and his tongue egged on. A part of her mind, separate from the part wracked by raw ecstasy and pushed far back, couldn't believe it as she greedily tried to drink down his cum while meagerly trying to thrust her hips into his face. That part though was overwhelmed by a portion of her mind that drank up the salty fluid and didn't even mind as his seed came out of her mouth and began covering her face. It was a portion of her mind that had wanted her to give in and let him take over and, having won for the moment, drank in every bit of carnal pleasure it could, even defying the collar's magic as she thrust her hips up fully and began to use her tongue, craving every bit it could.
Finally, the massive cock began to slacken and he, gasping, began to pull out of Twilight's abused throat. As it came out it brought a large amount of sticky cum that clung to it, some getting lapped up by a temporarily mindless Twilight, the rest splattering against her face and into her hair. Rather then climbing off properly, she heard him roll of the table, grunting again as he hit the ground, the sound of hoofs and hands slamming into it denying the rational side of her head, the one that was beginning to reassert itself, the satisfaction of thinking he'd hurt himself.
"I don't think I've ever cum quite so hard before. Certainly the first time I've ever gone even partially limp after one go in a long time." He was panting and his words were slurred and came out even scratchier then before. Twilight had her eyes open but between her shame and fear could not bring herself to look at him. Even worse, after having a side of herself she never imagined existed awoken like that, she was afraid of how she'd react seeing his cock again. She heard his hoof steps but she was far from caring, trying to figure out what just happened, trying to get her brain working again.
That was when her head was lifted to but mere inches from his. He had gray fur and brilliant blue eyes, eyes that probably would've charmed her if they weren't filled with such pain and loneliness that it caused her to almost cry seeing it, the compassion in her heart crying out despite her hate of him. Around those eyes, and crisscrossing various portions of his face were white portions of fur that grew much shorter then the rest. It took her a moment before remembering what happened when any pet wore a collar too tightly around their neck, that the fur died and fell away, leaving them furless or creating patches of shorter, lighter colored fur. Remembering this she almost screamed, recognizing circles around his eyes like that of googles, lines that etched the outline of a muzzle, and various other lines leading to his ears, nose, and one around his forehead like a headband. She wasn't able to see it at this angle but she felt certain that there'd be a similar circle of fur around his neck.
"You're...different then I thought you'd be," he said, his mouth working awkwardly around the words, his face contorted as he seemed to weigh each word. "I expected to find someone as fit as Celestia.... and not quite so easy to please. I can understand why she left me alone for so long and spent so much time talking about what she'd like to do with you a bit better now. I'll be back with something for you to eat and to clean you up with. Don't you dare," his voice turning much harsher and eliciting a yelp from her as he shook her head momentarily, "think that my inexperience or my small kindnesses mean that I will be lenient. I expect to be called master." He stepped away then, letting Twilight's head go gently enough so that it wouldn't slam back into the table she was on. Staring upwards, she realized as her head try to focus on anything concrete that is could, that the crystal walls and how they were sculpted were familiar. Her eyes widened a touch as she realized that it must be the caves underneath Canterlot, the ones no one checked and a part of it that seemed deeper then the ones she'd been in because she could see glowing crystals providing some small light. Finally, her mind running that topic dry quickly, there was a question she had to ask before his echoing footsteps faded too far away.
"How do you know Celestia, what did she do to you?" Twilight feared the words as she whispered them, feared having to repeat them for her new master. Feared the answer she already guessed at, the answer she could practically hear as he took a deep, ragged breath in.
"I was her sex toy, along with a long line of men practically bred for the purpose and given no opportunity for anything else. That is why I wore that collar and why this is the best I can do to get my revenge. Making you into one for me." Hearing the words, the reality that was even worse then what she'd thought, Twilight began sobbing, denied the comfort of tears from all the ones she'd already wasted as her world shattered around her.
