Snails groaned as his body protested to consciousness. Every inch of him refused to move as it wanted nothing more than to simply lie there on the cold stone. That isn’t right. He tried to push himself up from the floor and let out a grunt of pain as it felt like knives dug into his arms.

He barely had a chance to actually lift his head when his side brought him back down in a flash of agony. Slowly a hand rubbed the side, flinching at the scab he could feel underneath a stiff bandage. Recollection of the previous day’s activities finally got back to him, and he groaned as he finally managed to turn over.

A quick glance showed bars not only over the entryway, but also on the solitary window over a cot. Next to that was a small, decrepit, toilet, and no end to the stone and cold. He pushed himself to sit and shivered as he recognized the holding cell. I was going to let her go soon. Why did this have to happen now? Why?

He did not have much time to dwell on it though as he heard heavy footfalls coming down the hallway. He glanced up to see two men in police uniforms standing tall and watching him closely. “Get up scum. You have a date with the sergeant.”

Snails froze as his mind raced through hundreds of scenarios, almost all of them involving “accidents” happening to him for having tricked him back at the house. The pause caused the two officers to act and they yanked him up by the shirt and forced the dizzy and stiff man in front of them. Snails simply trudged along, the cold night on the floor making each step come with a spasm of pain as his muscles tried to work again. Is this how Trixie felt most mornings?

He was brought to a large door he was all too familiar with and undid the magical lock himself out of habit. The guards immediately reacted with a swift strike to the back of his skull and pressing him against the door. “If you think we are going to let a monster like you get away, you–”

The door swung open and the guard promptly cut off his threat. Silver Badge scowled at them both and let out a deep growl. The two took a step away from Snails and grinned as they expected the traitor to get his just desserts. They would not see this though as Silver pushed Snails into the room and closed the door behind them.

However, the strong hands stayed away afterwards. A small gesture told Snails to sit on one side of the steel table in the middle of the white room while Silver stood on the other side. He placed his hands on the table, keeping his gaze down as he leaned over. It was a tactic Snails had seen many times before, and soon the explosive rage and accusations would start to startle and rattle him. However, then Silver blew away some of his red hair and stood straight.

A silence filled the room as Silver’s eyes started to drift away from Snails. The boy is probably guessing what type of interrogation I’m going for, and probably would be right under normal circumstances. He held back a sigh as his mind turned more personally to the boy. Most call him stupid or a copycat, but I’ve gotten a glimpse into the mind behind Snails’ eyes. The mind that came up with the combination of his delirium and Babbling’s own method of forcing people to talk. The same mind that had filled my station with so much laughter.

“You know what you have done, right?”

“Yes.”

Silver clenched his jaw. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He glanced back into the sad eyes of his orange companion. There was no insanity, no malice, no derangement that may have appeared since their talk almost three weeks ago. No, they were the same sad eyes that had come to him a year ago asking for help. Asking for a job so he could buy Trixie a present next time she was in town. He wasn’t ever meant to join permanently, but had still managed to nuzzle into his own place quite firmly.

“Your badge. Where is it normally?”

Snails glanced up, but Silver wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I… I understand. It is kept in a drawer next to my front door.”

Silver snapped open a long ago abandoned cigarette case. He smelled the tobacco and knew he was going to regret this tomorrow, but today he needed something to take the edge off. “I’ll be off then.” He stood up, but then stopped as he remembered one more detail. “You never got a gun, right?”

Snails answered in low voice, “No. I never passed the panic or aim tests.”

“Good. That… that’s for the best.” He stayed there for a few moments longer and Snails started to fidget in his chair. Finally, Silver walked out and pulled out his lighter. Snails didn’t get to see his face, but he hoped that the Sergeant didn't hurt as much as he did. He had really liked it here. All for Trixie, right? Right.

The thrum of the electric light above him was all that broke his solitude as his mouth became increasingly dry. They’ll send her in soon, of that I’m certain. It was nice meeting her the first time. She was so excited to have a partner, someone to make sure she wouldn’t have to be alone for the interrogations. I’m gonna miss being friends with her.

The door creaked open and a pink, scaled foot stepped in. It was bare with webbing between each toe, but soon more of the leg followed it and revealed thin fur the same color as the scales. The girl came in with her average bust concealed in a white police uniform, with a long blue skirt covering most of her legs. Snails watched as she walked to the other chair and tucked her shimmering dark green hair behind her finned ears. He always had found her distracting and couldn’t help but notice that there were tear stains running down her face. He tried to ignore that and focus on the scaled hands with webbing on them.

“You broke the procedures.” Snails tried to chuckle a little afterwards, but the sea pony across from him merely glanced down.

“Hello there. My name is Babbling Brook. I am here to ask you some questions, and hopefully you will be able to answer them. Better?”

Snails swallowed hard as they made eye contact, her intriguing star pupil yellow eyes tinged red from the crying she must have done recently. “You forgot to offer me a glass of water.”

Babbling’s soft, calming, voice cracked as she asked, “Would you have taken it?”

Snails’ shoulders slumped and he shook his head. Babbling could enchant water so as to make a person talk for hours, and when mixed with Snails’ scatterbrained mind trick, focus would be on anything that was asked, so dodging questions or lying became almost impossible. Not that Snails had a plan to lie, he was just afraid of how much he would say.

“Sh-shall we begin?” Babbling took out a single sheet of paper and took a deep breath before asking, “Before now you have had a spotless record, minus one incident with an Ursa Minor almost six years ago. What would possess you to kidnap and rape one Trixie Lulamoon?”

Snails squirmed in his chair. “It… it wasn’t rape at first. I was following a book I found in Canterlot, and it never referred to it as rape. Only when I saw the pain it inflicted upon her with Snips did I realize the full extent of my crime.”

Babbling waited a moment or two, her breath trying to stay calm. “What possessed you to follow this book you refer to?” She had seen the book, and wouldn’t dare call it by name. The contents within… she shuddered at just how far he could have gone with Trixie.

“Love.” Once more silence filled the room and only shaking breaths from his interrogator beat the hum of the lights. “Are you sure you don’t need some water?”

Babbling glanced up from her notes, tears already attempting to sting her eyes. “I am fine, now on to the next question. How long were you in custody of Trixie Lulamoon?”

Snails bit into his lip. “I think four to five weeks. I was only about three days from releasing her.”

She glanced up. “You planned on releasing her?”

“I loved her. I knew what I had done, and couldn’t continue.”

She glanced back down at her notes. She knew Silver wasn’t able to go very hard on him and that only by having a testimony from someone like Snails and Trixie was the interrogation almost unnecessary. However, staring at the last question and its answer, she found herself unable to.

“Is that all? If it is, you should probably just leave.”

“What?”

“I have already accepted what I have done. Besides, the evidence against me must beat out any lie I could tell.”

Babbling started to shake, tears finally coming down her face. She was surprised as she had cried plenty since hearing the news, but she couldn’t stop it. “You don’t get it, do you? I can’t do anything to help you, but I need to. Otherwise… otherwise you will have to face the consequences.”

Snails felt a tear roll down his face. “I know that my crimes are severe. I am expecting to spend most of my life in jail for it.” He fell over when Babbling slammed her hands onto the table.

“Either one of your main crimes would do that! Rape, twenty years, kidnapping and the taking away of one’s main rights of personal freedom, thirty years. However,” her voice dropped in volume, “if Trixie puts charges you on both, it will likely be forced reformation or life in prison, because at that point you are considered to be attempting to control and manipulate a pony to discordic levels.” Babbling slumped to the ground, sobbing. “I… I don’t want that to happen Snails. I just don’t.”

Snails put a hand on her shoulder and helped her up. “If.. if that is the case, then I apologize. At least I hopefully am reformed and can work as a paperboy or something. Wouldn’t be too different from my current life.”

Babbling looked into the scared smile on his face and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I… I… I am going to miss you so much.”

Snails wrapped his arms around her. Images of talking to the new inhabitant of Ponyville from when she first moved here floated back to the surface as they held each other. Telling her stories of the chaos that the small town couldn’t avoid, helping her get adjusted to being on land, and then the simple nights when the two would sit together and hang out. “I’m sorry. You were my best friend.”

Babbling stopped shaking after one last deep breath and then pushed away from him. She kept her long face covered to hide her heartbreak as she stated in a flat monotone, “The guards will come for you soon. I need to tell the Sergeant your answers.” She turned on her heel and once more Snails found himself alone.

The guards did not take their time to get him this time, and soon he found himself in his cell once more with a meager amount of food and water given to him. At least I can say that I took care of her when I could. Snails picked up the stale bread and started to slowly chew while tears filled his eyes.

The next three days were long and hard on him and everyone around him. None of the cops could continue to be constantly angry at the pathetic figure on the cot so he was eventually given normal portions of food and comfort, but Snails almost didn’t register it. He spent the time with two thoughts in mind. A hope for forced reformation, and the terror of whether or not he would do this all again if given the chance.

Finally, Snails court date came, and he was told to stand at the bars until the guards came to get him. He was told that it wouldn’t take long, but instead his hooves already hurt by the time anyone came for him, and that was Silver. “Sir?”

Silver glanced at the young man and bit into his lip. “I don’t know whether or not to hate this, or to rejoice.”

Snails raised an eyebrow as he tried to consider what he could possibly mean. Foot steps could be heard coming down the hallway, and from the pace they could only have been one pair. His mind frantically tried to figure out who or what it could be, but none came to his mind until a light blue hand landed on his bars. He almost cried when Trixie came around in a purple sweater and light green skirt.

“She has decided to not press charges, and has finished being checked for any mental illnesses that may have caused such a decision.”

Trixie rolled her eyes. “The Great and Powerful Trixie still claims that that was only a waste of time. A boy like this could never have done something to someone as wondrous as Trixie. He wasn’t even willing to try, so what was the point of charges?”

Silver took in a sharp breath and brought up the keys. He undid the lock and the cell door swung with a slight creak. “You are free to go. Both of you, are free to go.”

Trixie glanced in his direction and said in a flat tone, “Thank you officer, but no one decides Trixie’s freedom from now on.”

Snails’ shoulders slumped and he slowly came out from the cell. She hadn’t even seemed to acknowledge his existence yet, and that hurt worse than the nights when he had to face the fact that he could have just been Trixie’s pawn. Did she only come here to gloat?

He glanced up as they reached the end of the hallway. Trixie’s hand was on his shoulder and she was staring deep into his eyes while her lips twitched. She barely whispered, “Except for you master. Shall we go home?”

Snails was stunned as Trixie dragged him through the streets of Ponyville. His brain had been stuck on the single word, the word that should no longer apply. Master.

The two slipped into his house and Trixie practically threw him onto the couch as she panted against the closed front door. “There goes the illusion I guess. Trix– I felt like I was sprinting through town, but I couldn’t stop myself, not after being so scared for Master.”

Snails glanced down at the word. “Trixie, I am not your master. When I let you go I was going to take you on this nice dinner, and we were supposed to start dating. Please, can we do that?”

She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head. “They wanted to know if I was broken. Only because of years on stage was I still able to be The Great and Powerful Trixie, instead of what I became over that month. Yours.” She jumped as her arms were grabbed by Snails.

“No! I was only trying to convince you of my love and that I wasn’t helpless. Please Trixie, pleas don’t–“

Smack!

Trixie’s horn slowly turned off as she felt tears come down her face. “Snails, don’t you see? I had to face what I had done to the one close friend I have ever had, what society thought of me, all while trying to hate someone who was caring for me as if I was already married to him for years. You took my body, but it was I who gave you my name, my heart, and my soul. Please don’t reject that.”

Snails stared at her as she started to shake and sob. He knew he wasn’t being honest. He knew he had entertained the consequences past the soft side, but thought he had never gone too far for anything major. However, from what he could see, Trixie was happy like this, and he wasn’t about to stop that, not when it was his fault. Snails’ arms wrapped tenderly around her, and she nuzzled into his neck.

Trixie lifted her head and gazed into his eyes while whispering, “Please, finish your duty master.”

Snails felt something be pressed into his hand and then held it up. In front of him was a black leather collar with his name scratched into the material. “We can get a better one later, but I want to wear a true symbol of my life now. A symbol to show that I am yours.”

For a moment he saw a wedding ring in his hand, but quickly dismissed it. Trixie and him weren’t in a normal relationship, and that was fine with him. He gently wrapped the collar around her soft neck and slowly tightened it until a squeak from Trixie told him it was enough. The tears that came down both of their faces were now met by smiles, instead of the pain like before.

Trixie pulled him up and asked, “May we go to the bedroom so this slave may let her master enjoy her to the fullest?”

He swallowed hard and thanked Celestia for getting some medical treatment over the past three days. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed those lips he loved deeply. She quickly overpowered him as her tongue coiled around his. He let out a soft moan as the two held each other close. As they parted, he whispered, “Yes.”

Trixie may have thought she had moved fast through the town, but Snails almost couldn’t keep up as she sprinted up the stairs and then stopped to look back at him. “I don’t know which one it is.”

Snails slipped past her and went to the one across from hers. “So I would always be close.”

The door swung open, and there lay a very spartan room. Besides the small bed, there was only a dresser and a small writing desk. Trixie bit into her lip. “This isn’t worthy of the two of us. Master should be in luxury.”

Snails let out a small choked off gasp as he was pulled into her room and thrown onto the bed. As he pushed himself up, he saw Trixie hastily discard her sweater to reveal nothing but perky breasts and stiff nipples underneath. “The moment they told me you would be released, I got ready. Do you like?”

Snails slowly nodded as he took in every inch of her large bosom and soft pink nubs, just as he had every other time. Trixie felt a wave of pleasure run down her as the gaze lingered. “You’ve always like my breasts, haven’t you?” She giggled as Snails nodded. “Well why don’t I give you full view of them today?”

Snails was almost not given a choice as he was shoved down onto the bed. She slowly pulled down her skirt, showing off one slender hip after another. She threw it to the side and slid up his legs to his crotch. She undid the jeans and slowly pulled them down until his cock flung out. She slicked her lips before then running her slick tongue up his rock hard member.

She continued the light fellatio while her hands continued to pull down his pants. Snails let out a small groan as her mouth curled around his tip and her moist tongue tickled it. A devilish smile crossed her face as she slowly brought herself off of his dick and to sitting just below his crotch. “Enough with foreplay, I know what you really wanna do to me.”

Snails put his hands down to cover his member and shook his head. “Trixie, stop. I don’t want our lives to be like—mph!.” Snails couldn’t fight her as she bent over his whole body just to kiss him. It wasn’t as deep of a kiss, but he couldn’t deny he’d been surprised by the sudden lean forward for it, or the sudden weight on his chest.

He found her pulling away, and he thought just for a moment he saw a tear in the corner of her eye. His hands moved to her side as he said, “Trixie?”

Trixie lifted herself back up to full height and smiled at him. “Please Master, enjoy this.” She didn’t allow time for a response as she ground her pussy up his shaft, coating it in her own juices. Snails shivered from the sultry moan that filled the room and the lips slowly lifted away. A soft hand wrapped around his member and brought it to standing position, and for just a moment Snails got to stare at her velvet lips as they were positioned over his throbbing cock.

Trixie gasped as she let herself drop, taking his whole member in one swift downward thrust. She shook there for a moment as she stared into her master’s caring eyes and felt his hand brush against her rear. She smiled at him as the pain went away. “Looks like I’m not quite ready for the whole thing yet, not this fast at least. Still, now that I’m down here...”

Snails let out a moan as Trixie started to grind against balls, his cock slowly swirling around her tight pussy. He threw his head back as she slowly raised herself a little and started swaying her hips more, all while her vagina kept a vice grip on his shaft. However, it wasn’t compared to the small drops back down that let his dick kiss her womb.

A small force propped his head up to stare at Trixie as she let out each loud moan. She glanced at him and winked as her hips slowly rose, each inch pulling on his throbbing member. “I didn’t want you to miss the best part of the show.”

Her hips came down almost as hard as the first time and she let out another a small grunt, but this time it didn’t slow her as she quickly raised herself. However, the sheer speed of the movements was doing something wondrous for anyone that was watching. Snails eyes tracked her breasts as they rose and fell in time with her thrusts, bouncing wildly for his enjoyment. Each slam brought them flying up, and his cock back into her nethers. The anticipation for the next spike of pleasure as her pussy sucked greedily on his cock while on its journey up almost became unbearable. However, the look of sheer bliss on Trixie’s face caused him to completely forget about worries and complaints, and instead enjoy this to its fullest.

However, this distraction was so strong that on a final burying of his crotch into her’s, Trixie let out an almost feral scream as his hot load filled her to the brim before her own release flooded it back out with a stream of femcum. She collapsed as her strength left her and expected those strong arms to come around her as they had done so many times before. Instead, she felt the other body leave her bed. Glancing up, she saw terror filled Snails’ eyes.

“Trixie. I… I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t of… oh good Luna what am I going to do? We, we need to.” Snails stopped as he heard sobbing and glanced back down to the azure woman on his bed. “Trixie?”

She looked up at him as tears continued to stream down her face. “Please Master, please don’t leave me. Don’t continue to reject me like everyone else. I can’t be alone anymore. I simply can’t, not now that you have opened my eyes to the fact that I can be loved, and had ignored it for so long. So please, come back to me and use me Master. Accept what I have.”

Snails took a tentative step forward as he shook his head. “Trixie, can’t you see I hurt you and very possibly broke you? You aren’t scared that I just came in you?”

“I would have it no other way.”

He stood dumbfounded as Trixie gazed at him with cold resolve before she broke into tears once more. “You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I am! Snails, Trixie has always been alone, always been an outcast. However, she thought that was good, thought that it was understandable for a traveller like her and that she needed no one. However, when she realized how little people cared for her and all the pain she had caused, she it felt terrible. It only got worse when she noticed that the only one who took care of her and loved her was the one she had forced to break her. I don’t want to be fixed if it means going back to that, not when I can have the best man in the world as my Master. How many times am I going to have to tell you this before you come to accept what you are to me?”

Snails stood there for a few moments before leaning down and kissing Trixie. She was tentative at first, afraid this was goodbye, but joined in fast as Snails pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. The two laid on one another for a few moments, enjoying the kiss and each other. Snails came away crying himself. “No more times, Trixie. I am sorry for not taking responsibility of what I had done. I broke you, plain and simple. That doesn’t mean I can’t love you though, which I intend to do, slave or not.” The two curled up with each other, stuck in a final kiss as they fell into a blissful sleep.

Author's Note

Welp, that's it folks. My first long shot that actually managed to be completed. As such, can I get some feedback, like what I did write, what I did wrong, what could have been improved, things like that. Now, I am going to just go and relax and what the fuck is with there being another chapter?