FoE/Fo:E

by BastardHero

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Crossover, Sex, Anthro, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Other, Original Character
Length: 14447

An alternate universe of Fallout: Equestria using themes and history of Fall of Equestia as part of it's past. In this world Littlepip escapes Kennel Two to wonder the wasteland. A strange stallion takes in the stray mare as her Master.

This is an alternate universe version of Fallout: Equestria, using characters from the original Fallout: Equestria fic and putting them in alternate scenarios based off of the themes of Fall of Equestia. Story takes place in post-apocalyptic Equestria. The idea came about because the art of abbreviations for the two series were similar and thought it would be fun cross them over.

Please check out the source materials

Fallout: Equestria fic
Fall of Equestria Group

Littlepip escapes Littlepip escapes Kennel Two to wonder the wasteland. A strange stallion takes in the stray mare as her Master. But given the nature of the Equestrian wasteland how long can Littlepip and her Master stay together or even alive?

Warning: The following work of fiction contains extreme themes which includes rape, slavery, body modification, degradation, misogyny, and brainwashing ad well as Littlepip Pet Play. The views of the story do not reflect the views of writer and are strictly fantasy and written in fun. All acts of sex in real life should be consensual.

Published 2014-10-08 04:20:19 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-08 04:20:19 UTC

Introduction

Fucking, Fucking never changes,

There came an era where the ideals of friendship gave way to conquest and sexual desire. Caribou full of selfishness and war mongering made Equestria their new homeland overthrowing the female monarchy. Their magic corrupted many stallions and mares with the goal of suppressing the female sex. They soon turned their sights on their neighbors. Regardless the end of the world occurred plunged into an abyss of balefire and dark magic.

But it was not the end, just the start of a new bloody era, The Caribou had order the construction of underground structures called Kennels. A place to store their enslaved females for use of a few nobles well they can wait out the destruction and emerge later into a new world. Except for Kennel Two which never opened.

Chapter 1: Out of the Kennel

“Because in Kennel Two, no mare ever says no more.”

Gray,

Was my thought as I looked at the wall the holding kennels faced. The walls needed murals like the ones in the Red’s room. Our kennels were five by six open air, only metal bars acting as walls separating the individual cells. A mat cushioned us from the floor with a few throw pillows. A bottle of water was strapped to the outside of each kennel with a nozzle poking into the kennel to drink from. Under the bottle was a little tray were mares are given kibble to eat at the leisure. In the corner was a metal mare potty so we could relieve some of our bodily functions. The toys, ones that we inserted into our bodies and rubbed against our mounds, were spurn about the kennel to relieve our remaining needs.

I sat up and stretched my slightly stiff body. Each kennel had one to two mares that stayed inside of it. All of us was completely nude, only the stallions and their red collared sluts wore clothing, even at that what the Reds wore still had their sensitive areas exposed to be touched by their masters.

The yellow and blue mare in the kennel to my right lay sprawled on her back, the weight of her breasts flattened themselves against her chest. She looked at me her ahead upside down at an angle giving off an adorable smile as she played with her morning arousal with one of her hands. I gave them masturbating mare a slight smile back.

To my left, the two mares in there were awake as well. A mother and daughter couple, both of them were different shades of purple, the mother was exercising with morning stretches touching her hands to her toes in various ways. The daughter, probably about half my age at this point in her life was using the mare potty. When she was done, she dried her cunt with a rag meant to be used for that purpose and decided to sit down next to her mother.

My own mother lay next to me still asleep, she was always the slowest to awake, trying to sleep off her hangover. She still had the enema tube stuck up her anus and a half empty bottle of applebooze laid nearby, a funnel at the end of the tube. The two of us being low level greens we typically wasn’t allowed alcohol in the kennels, but a few of the Reds knew how much my mother liked the drink and often come down to the green kennels after curfew.

They made my mother begged for it, often making her demean herself and me sexually. This disruption often awoke the other mares in the kennels. Some watched the semi nightly displays, others pretended to sleep, a couple always jerked off on it. When satisfied the Reds would instruct my mother to press her rear against the bars and would stick the tube in her. They enjoyed watching her administer the alcohol in the most potent way. As my mother enjoyed her high, I would slink myself into the corner of the kennel making myself as small as possible hoping the Reds would forget about me

All of the kennel doors made a loud click before swinging open as the speakers chimed, “Greetings this is your Overmale, good morning cunts and I hope you have a productive day. Speaking of which the following mares report to the council room for breeding, Batmair, Littlepip,”

“Looks like you’re going to do some babymaking Littlepip,” My mother teased as she stroked my belly with her hand.

I had forgotten that my estrous cycle was coming up, the next few weeks was going to be spent with the male council and their security stallions. Those same stallions watched over us, they sometimes make us to sexual favors for them, threatening us with their rifles or clubs. Most ignore us especially if we don't do anything to anger them, because why bother getting sucked off by green when they have a couple of Reds waiting at home for them.

Once impregnated it was up to the council to decide rather or not it was carried to term. Birth rates giving the limited space of the Kennel are strictly monitored, so most pregnancies were terminated.

Impregnation of mares were actually a way to check our fertility and enforce the idea that we are helpless against their power. Aborting or allowing the pregnancy to continue also showed how helpless we are and their power over us.

In my young life I have been impregnated a few times already, all terminated, they told me every time they impregnated me they will abort due to my smaller body possibly giving me trouble with birthing. Usually they would let me enjoy a few months of morning sickness in other pregnancy woes before giving me a pill that would make the underdeveloped foal come out of me, bloody and painfully disposing it into my potty like the rest of my waste.

The Overmale continued to talk, “Now for your pleasure will give you Velvet Remedy’s newest recording entitled ’Bringing herself to orgasm the 12th’,”

“Ah! Ah! Aah errah!

I found myself aroused by the melody of moans of Velvet Remedy. She was the Overmale’s favorite plaything, he often recorded her sexual noises and played them to the ponies of Kennel Two. I couldn’t blame him, I thought the mare was gorgeously hot. Her sounds give me fuel for my own masturbations imagining myself pleasuring the mare’s pussy, although admittedly I have never actually seen her pussy up close. Reds and Greens don’t mix, I have seen her orgasm live a couple of times for the crowd’s enjoyment.

We all stood up and walked out of our kennels to head for our daily jobs. All of us had black collars with green displays. The green show that we were working class mares. The pleasure class had red displays. These collars were called PipCollars, in fact my cutie mark is a PipCollar, This was probably because I was one of the few ponies to sneak one off opening and examining it.

The PipCollars were made by a company called Kennel-Tech, the same company that made Kennel Two. Most mares didn’t know this and probably didn't care. The PipCollar monitored our health, can administer weak healing magic, control our body temperature and protective shielding from hard impacts. Everything a ‘bitch’ needs and not have to wear clothing at all. But everyone just assumes that my cutie mark means that are know my place. But most times I feel the opposite is true.

We greens mostly did the farm and maintenance of Kennel Two, our type are considered be undesirable. Reds are the so called beautiful mares, perfect face, perfect body, perfect breasts, perfect cunt, perfect fuck. Greens that have at least one or two of these traits missing had been declared ugly by the male council only useful for the jobs the males don’t want to do or unable to fill themselves, well Reds live their lives as personal sex toys.

I myself had cleaning the kennels as my job, I even carried a utility belt on my hips. As for my mother, she was forced to labor out in the apple orchard. I used the term labor loosely she often snuck off with a couple of other mares to work on a private still they have hidden. As the Reds laid around and acted as personal playthings for the stallion overlords and each other.

Now, cleaning out the kennels is probably one of the more widely considered humiliating jobs of Kennel Two. It also generally makes a lot of mares not like you because you’re supposed to report any contraband you find. Me and my mentor would first take out the mare potties and some of the more dirty bedding especially if it has blood on it. We’d take the bedding to be cleaned, the potties to be emptied and cleaned as well. We also fill up the water bottles and the mare kibble bowls to be ready for us when we were locked away after our shifts.

When the ended the day bell rang, I headed up to the council room as I was ordered to instead of going back to my kennel with my mother. I was thankful because my estrous was starting to go into full swing and my mound was becoming slick. There was always some asshole that had to point at you when you became wet and tease her about it, especially with me because I’m so teasable.

Once I entered the office room, I was led to a chamber in the back by one of the red collar mares. This was where they kept the mares to be bred. There were already a few mares there, some of them in estrous like me, others, Reds to add numbers to mares they can sexually abuse and assist them.

The council consisted of six stallions. They had the first go at the mares. Then the other security stallions would come in. If they wanted to breed a mare seriously with a specific mare and stallion. They would isolate her and be with her at the peak of her heat. They didn't care who impregnated me.

The mare who led me into the room instructed me to sit in the tiny green chair by the wall. I politely sat down in the seat with my legs crossed with my hands in my lap. I looked up at the blue coated red collared mare and took a moment to admire her tits.

She noticed me looking and bent forward to allow me to look down her chest. "I'll let you touch them if you let me touch yours?"

I nodded my head, to grope a hot red collar was an opportunity you don't pass up. I Put one hand on her breast and squeezed, I made sure to run my hand along her nipple to give her the courtesy of touching her more sensitive spot. This got a quiet moan from the mare. It felt a little softer and fuller than the workers I usually interacted with, better tits then my mom's for sure.

"My turn," The mare suddenly grabbed both my tits. I gasped and let go of the mare. Well my hand wasn't anywhere near big enough to encase her breast. Mine were small enough for her to hold them easily in her hands. She started rubbing and I let out a coo and moan.

"Wait here and be good," The mare let go of me very much to my disappointment. She then kisses me on the forehead, "Perhaps after you been filled with cum I will come back and play with those tits some more."

The mare picked up a stamp gun sitting on the table next to us. She put a black dot on my wrist to indicate that I was in estrous. Then she walked away.

I was feeling pretty horny by this point in front of me stallions and mares in the mist of their sexual orgy waiting to be invited. Might as well get things started, I lifted my legs upon the seat of my chair and began to play with my clit.

There was another mare a couple of seats next to me. A yellow tan thing with a ginger mane. She was doing the same thing I was, Only difference was her thighs were covered in stallion cum. A dildo shoved up her vaginal canal with stringy cum dribbling off the end making long beads that reached for the floor. She was pressing a vibrator against her clit giving off howls of pleasure.

I watched her orgasm, she then picked up a stamp gun and stamped a redline of ink on her rear, Only to then pressed the vibrator back against her swollen clitoris to bring on another orgasm.

A couple of new stallions walked into the room, they entered the room naked and looked at me as I sat the playing with myself. They gave me a smiled.

"Look who's on the breeding roster, it's that ugly little mare"

For the record, I may not be as beautiful as some of those red collar bitches, but I have been told I have a cute face, especially when I'm masturbating, I've seen many a mare dawn over me as they watched me play with myself.

"I remember this mare, I fucked her once,"

The stallion kneels down in front of me, I spread my legs apart wider as he inspected my soaking wet pussy. He pulls apart my lip with his free hand and inserts two of his fingers into my vulva. I flinched as the tip of his finger pushed against my cervix, but moaned from the general attention.

"This bitch is as shallow as I remember, dude you have to check it out."

The stallion pulls his fingers out of me, strands of my arousal beaded from my sex as he pulled away. He steps aside and allows his stallion comrade to enter me.

"Yes she is, I'm not even sure if my cock will fit?"

"Defined fit, only the tip matters,"

The two stallions laughed at this joke.

"Shall we get started? She hadn't been fucked yet and still smells fresh, don't know about you I've been pint up all day waiting to give my mare a cock ride back in my dorm."

"Why does the Overmale, make us fuck these ugly green collar bitches first thing after we finish our shifts?"

"First held over cum, is the best quality cum to get a mare pregnant."

"That was rhetorical man,"

The two stallions took my hand and led me out onto the floor. I put myself on all fours lifting my tail up high. Without a second thought one of the stallions walked around my rear end and shoved himself into me. I yelped in pain as his hard cock slammed into the entrance of my womb. The other stallion was rubbing himself and front of me. They wanted to keep this quick.

The stallion behind me began moving his hips, I gritted my teeth as pain canceled out any pleasure. I hated getting fucked by stallions, my shallow vagina always made sex with bucks painful, but my body was in babymaking mode and accepted the stallions cock like a friend.

Some stallions specially liked fucking me, their dicks pressing against my womb they like to imagine that they thrust so hard that they poke their cocks into my inner chamber. I've been told this is impossible and from experience no matter how hard the stallion pushed it hadn't happened yet.

The stallion came inside of me, before removing his softening cock from my breeding hole, he picks up a stamp gun and stamps a black mark on my upper left ass cheek. It stamped the date and time of approximately when he came into me.

He removed himself from me allowing his companion to have a go with my body. Like the last stallion he didn't take the time to enjoy my body and came quickly, stamping his time on my rump.

I crawled over onto my back like a dog playing dead, trying my best to position my body to keep any more of the thick sperm from oozing out of me. The blue red collar who let me touch her breasts came over and stuck a vulva plug into my vagina. Then she and another assisting Red licked the cum remaining on their dicks then seen the stallions off.

The two mares turned to each other.

"You should see the face this mare makes when she's being pleasured is absolutely adorable."

Apparently, orgasms help you get pregnant, this had something to do with the hole into the womb is actually very small, like a piercing in size. An orgasm can squeeze the cum so hard against the cervix it sort of pops in through the hole. So even if I wasn’t being used by a stallion, one of the Red assistances made sure to make me orgasm as much as she could in the meantime.

The blue mare took to licking my clitoris, her friend a soft white mare coated kneeled down on her knees and put my head in between her lap. I begin to pant paralyzed by the sensation the blue mare was giving me. The white mare reached forward and started rubbing my nipples making my body sees up.

My muscles popped loose with the sensation of orgasm. Inside my body some sperm leaked into my womb. The voice quickly brought me out of my ecstasy.

"Oh my King, did you see her face? If we could have pets, I want her as mine."

"See, A stallion can't appreciate her kind of beauty."

There was an electronic sound as the blue mare stamped my rear on the opposite side of the two black ticks. The stamp was in red ink but still was made up of the date and time.

Black ink was used to keep track of how many times a stallion came into a mare, red ink was for when she orgasmed, when she pushed stallion sperm into her womb. Impregnation was a two step process after all. The date and time helped tell when was the last time she orgasmed or been used by a stallion.

The white mare had spread her legs apart a little. I had lay my head back against the floor. I caught the scent of her salty unused pussy. I pulled my face into her mound sucking up her labia like a foal to a tit.

"Arrraah! This one is ready for another go!"

The blue mare nods her head and crawls over to a box as the white mare began rubbing herself into my face. In the absence of stimulation I began to rub my own clit and breast as she fucked my face.

My hand was grabbed in removed from my sex, a hard vibrating object was plunged into my clitoris. My body reacted quickly and violently. I yelped flailed around, orgasmed and orgasmed again. Pushing a huge amount of cum into my womb.

The white mare let out a yelp as well as my teeth involuntarily bit down on her sensitive flesh. It must've been enough to push her over the edge because she squirted bunch of her juices into my face.

"Ow! She bit me!" The white mare said as she crawled off of me. I could see a drop of blood seeping from her slit.

There was two electronic sounds at my rear as I was stamped twice more red.

"Give me that," The white mare took the stamp gun from the blue mare. She unceremoniously red marks her own butt.

"You don't have to do that, you're not in heat,"

"It's the principle dear,"

My body felt exhausted, I lay on my back and not wanting to move, not sure if I could as I basked in my afterglow.

The two mares looked down at my blanked out body. "Let's give her a break and come back in an hour."

The mares walked away leaving me alone to play with another mare who just got done with the act of intercourse. It wasn't long after that when a stallion walked up to my body. He pulls out my vulva plug hard enough to make a pop sound. The cold air hitting my exposed opening made me flinch. He places himself on top of me and begins to fuck my pussy. I responded to him although my mind was still in a fog, still half conscious by the time he finished popping the plug back in and stamping my flank.

*** *** ***

It was the second or third day of my impregnation orgy, I had found a corner of the room near a potted plant to curl up in a ball and get some sleep at least until someone noticed me.

"Chow time!"

I jumped awake to see a red collar mare rip open a large bag of mare kibble and dump it into a large feeding bowl. This may seem like a job for a Green but all the mares who assisted in the breeding room were Red. This was to give the stallions the benefit of looking at their more attractive features. Also given our lifestyle, the mares found them sexually attractive as well.

All the mares in the room, at least the ones not being used sexually at the time, Rushed over to the feeding bowl. My vulva plug made walking difficult so I crawled as fast as I could.

Some of us dived our faces into the bowls, grabbing kibble with our teeth munching them like a pack of wild animals, the display of our asses up in the air amusing the stallions that watched. Some mares managed to grab kibble with their hands and fiercely push it up against their mouths crunching it.

Another mare dumped water in a separate bowl. Some of us including I dove into the liquid as furiously as the kibble. Inhaling huge amounts of water with big gulps.

A third mare walked around with a bedpan, she would go to each mare as they fed and drank holding it up to their pussies allowing each one of us to piss in the pan, emptying it in a larger container as needed.

After she was done with the bedpan, the mare took out a plastic bag and allowed each mare to defecate into it. When finished she seal the bag and walked away with all the contents she collected.

Then someone shook me on my shoulder. My heart fluttered as I turned my head and realized it was Velvet Remedy who was wearing a red maid’s outfit that left her breasts and crotch/rear exposed letting me see her cute red golden song bird cutie mark.

“Littlepip is it?” She remarks to me.

“Velvet Remedy knows my name?” My shocked mind said to its self. Then I became self conscious and tried to quickly comb out my mane and tail with my hands. It must have been a mess, I haven't seen a mirror since I entered the breeding room, much less bathed so I had some BO.

“The Overmale wants some time with you, follow me to his office,”

At this point I realized that I haven’t seen the Overmale over the past few days. He must have been busy with something. Anyway I followed her to the Overmale’s office room. I watched her ass and tail swish as she walked. I counted twenty four black marks and only seven red on her rear. This also told me that like me she was in heat and being bred.

We entered the office, the Overmale looked up. He looked at me puzzled as I walked in with Velvet Remedy.

“This is the one you choose?” He asked looking at Velvet.

“Yes,” the mare replied flatly.

“She’s not very attractive,”

Ouch much? Wait Velvet chose me?

“It’s not like you care about ascetics?”

“Just that she’s usually not your type,”

“I think she's cute, rather or not we play with her is entirely up to you Overmale,”

“What did you want me to do sir?” I asked politely.

“Dear little Velvet Remedy here like you is in heat,” The Overmale points out. "Once I pump her full of my Overmale seed you would to pleasure her into orgasm.”

“I’ll have fun seeing how experienced you are,” Velvet gave me a wicked smirk.

The Overmale pulled back away from his desk and unzips his pants exposing his chubby cock. “Why don’t you start by getting my dick ready for the black satin beauty.”

I crawled up underneath the gap of the desk and started by cupping his balls in one hand then with the other stroking the chubby penis. It began to grow about an inch and I started licking the salty shaft with my tongue.

Velvet Remedy watched sitting on the desk with her bare butt spreading her legs toward the Overmale showing him her dripping wanting sex as she played with her breasts, or so I imagined I didn’t exactly turn to look at her for taking my attention away from the stallion in front of me would get me a hard smack across the head.

Once fully erect, an inbetween size compared to some of the other cocks I’ve seen over the last couple of days, and sufficiently lubricated with my spittle, the Overmale pushed my head away and I backed off crouching under the desk.

Velvet Remedy lowered herself onto the Overmale, this gave me a nice view of her ass, although I wish I could see her breasts especially after she started moving. I watched the stallion cock push in and out of her marehood, with each shove Velvet leaked out some of her fluids. Her ass cheeks spread apart allowing me to see the puckered hole of her anus as she bounced up and down. She made an adorable high pitched moan with each rocking motion she did.

I took in the scent of Velvet Remedy’s supple ass cheeks, I began to give my own marehood attention as I watched. Velvet Remedy was getting fucked right in front of me and soon her adorable little pussy will be mine to please, I won’t be able to sleep without popping myself off for weeks.

My hand was covered in strands of my own slime, I looked up at her little hole dancing for me. Perhaps I don’t have to wait to touch her and I slipped my slick finger into her rear insighting a cry from the mare. Her inners tighten around the Overmale’s cock and he cried out the two of them orgasming together.

The Overmale gave Velvet black and red stamps on her rear just before she got off him. She laid on her back, legs up and spread to ensure his jizz stayed in her birth canal.

I automatically crawled forward in licks his post sex dick making sure to suck the last bit of semen from his urethra. He taps on my shoulder silently telling me to bring my attention to Velvet Remedy.

Crawling over to her, I took an the sight of Velvet Remedy in her afterglow, her ash white hair lay on the floor her eyes looked up at me knowing and deep. I wished I was able to kiss her on the lips, feel her breasts in my hands but I couldn’t figure out how to do that with the Overmale watching. I moved my eyes down to her sex, her perfect labia nestled against her thighs, the Overmale’s cum leaking from her vulva.

My arm tremored with anticipation as I realized I was just sitting there, I quickly blushed and leaned in, I put my lips on Velvet’s clitoris kissing and massaging it with my lips and tongue. It soon became erect pulling itself deeper into the black mare’s sex, but it could not escape me and I pushed in harder.

Velvet Remedy sang like a songbird as she orgasmed. I felt a pop shutter through her body as sperm pooled at the end of her canal pushed through her cervix and squirt itself into her womb. I slip my hand over one of her breasts as I begin to work a second. I succeeded, she screams and arches back squeezing my head between her lower abdomen.

After the third there was a knock on the Overmale’s door. I proudly put three more red stamps on her rear.

“Sir, we have an emergency,” A stallion told the Overmale.

“Keep doing what you are doing,” The Overmale orders as he rushes out of the room.

As soon as the door shut I pulled away from Velvet Remedy, I was enjoying the moment but I needed a short break as I backed against the wall and rub the wet off my lips. Velvet Remedy rolls over and stands herself up on her hands and knees, the Overmale’s semen slowly leaking out of her. She moves closer, adjusting her arms to show off the cleft of her breasts to me and gives off a flirtatious smile.

“He’s going to know that you moved and punish us for it,” I point out nervously.

“Then we better make the best of our time,” Velvet leans in close to me, more accurately close to my sex with a smile on her face. She stops a couple of inches away pulling out the vulva plug and takes and my scent.

"Your cunt is beautiful,"

Oh my God, Velvet Remedy is going to suck my cunt! Of her own free will!

Suddenly her hand hits the wall next to my head. Velvet had set herself up towering over me making me I level with her elegant breasts.

“Rumor has it you are good at hacking into machines? Like locks and stuff?”

“How she know about that?” All I could do was nod my head up and down.

Velvet glanced at the locked drawer. It was true hacking into a PipCollar was way harder than picking a lock.

“What do you want in there?”

“Break in and find out?”

Of course the temptation was too much, I looked back at Velvet Remedy, “I need a bobby pin and something shaped like a screwdriver?”

Velvet reaches up and pulls a bobby pin out of her hair and politely hands it to me. “I-I think a letter opener is on the desk.”

The sight of the object made me grimace, It was a display piece, There was no need for sealed envelopes in Kennel Two, It was a sharp spike and could easily be used to injure some pony. Weapons made me nervous.

The lock was easy and popped open with a low click. My heart began to race like when Velvet Remedy had her sex offered to me. I broke out in a sweat, droplets appearing over my nude body. I grasp the drawer with my sweaty hands, I could feel my body tremble just before I take in a deep breath and pulled.

At first I thought it was a PipCollar, but the size and proportion was different. The clasp looked too small to fit around the neck. If I had to guess, that this thing was meant to fit around the wrist or ankle. The screen was slightly bigger and it had a few more buttons than my PipCollar did. I wasn’t the best reader, I got along better than most mares but I think the words on the side said ‘PipBuck’.

“What is it?”

“My treasure, it was trying to tell me something important,” Velvet Remedy takes the PipBuck and starts flipping through the display.

"What do you mean?"

An audio click came from the PipBuck, "The override code for opening the door to Kennel Two is CMC3BFF."

"So, I was right about the code? But that's not giving me access to any locked doors?" Velvet held the PipBuck up in the air and examined it upside down.

I thought for a moment before speaking, "Perhaps it's to the big door?"

"Big door?" Velvet turned and gave me a funny look.

"The one shaped like the gear, It's rumored to go outside, Where the world had been stripped away by balefire."

Velvet Remedy gently touches the nubbed remains of her horn as a deep thought came on her face. Seeing the ebony mare touch her horn made the remains of mine itch.

“It’s been two hundred years, and fires are weak little things,” She points out.

True, all the flames I’ve seen had been on candles and I’m one of the few ponies who’ve seeing the incinerators to dispose of organic waste. They’ve only remained lit for a few days at a time. So surely there was no danger, but there must be otherwise or our masters would have surely let us outside.

The doorknob rattled a little, if I had to guess he didn’t want anyone else planting Velvet, because luckily the Overmale locked us in and the extra few seconds it took for him to use his key was enough time to quickly put the Pipbuck back into the drawer. The Overmale was a little shocked to see us standing there, a shocked look that turned into anger.

“Why aren’t you two fucking? The more Velvet cums the more of my seed is forced into her womb!”

“You said it yourself, the goal is my pleasure, we were in the middle of trying a new position when you came walking in.”

The Overmale walks up and examines us, he wipes his thumb across my breast making a line through the nervous sweat that dewed there. Velvet was just a sweaty as I was, but the Overmale grabs her breast and rubs the beads of perspiration around the areola of her nipple. Velvet moaned in protest but accepted the intrusion. He reaches down and touches the leak of his seed on her thigh.

“See this?” He held it up to her face.

“Sorry!” Velvet cried.

“I’m going to have to fill you up again, but since I just came not too long ago, I’m going to have to fuck you hard to get me to cum, it’s going to hurt, luckily you don’t have to orgasm when I do,”

Velvet Remedy was forced up against the wall and was lifted up off her feet as the Overmale's member pushed into her. She cried and screamed out in pain as she was rubbed up against the wall. I stood there knowing that any action would only make things worse for the both of us. Regardless I didn’t find this second copulation as arousing as the first.

*** *** ***

My cycle ended, I was took off the breeding roster and started back on my regular duties. Part of which was to perform pregnancy tests by using the samples left in the mare potties, this included my own. I would continued to be tested over the next couple of weeks.

A few nights after I came back the alarm went off. I was asleep in my kennel, it had been a peaceful night with no one coming down to harass us, my mother was pressed up against my body the two of us using each other's body heat to stay warm.

Me and my mother jumped awake and to our feet. The masturbator groans and covers her head with a pillow, all without moving her hand from her thighs. The filly in the other kennel became frighten by the noise. Her mother sat the creature in her lap and pressed her head in her chest rocking her child.

A moment later the alarm turned off. The kennel line became a rush with voices as we all conversed with each other in an attempt to figure out what the alarm was about. Me and my mother had settled to the point that we could set down in our kennel but our adrenalin kept us from getting anywhere near relaxed enough to sleep.

“I have an announcement!” The Overmale said over the speaker, “Velvet Remedy is dead, She snuck off in the middle of the night and well exploring got into some Kennel-Tech and equipment. It…got her pretty bad, I hope you all take the lesson of this tragedy to heart to remember not to explore restricted areas”

“Crap, you know they are going to crack down now and find our still,”

I gave my mother a dirty look, part for her being a drunk, part for I’m sure they already know about the still and third that was completely inappropriate in the wake of Velvet’s death. I sighs and tried to focus on my good memories of Velvet Remedy. They were all sexual so I honored her memory by moving my hand to my lips.

The next day, me and my mentor headed to the red section of the Kennel to retrieve Velvet Remedy’s body for disposal. I found myself wishing that her body might not be too damaged, being able to see her beautiful face, wonderful main, satin black coat, perfect breasts and cute pussy one last time before we dropped her lifeless body in the incinerator. My hopes were crushed.

I made sure to wipe the wet from between my legs with the dirty maintenance cloth I kept tucked in my belt. The Overmale was there to meet us, the first thing I noticed was all the Reds were rattled, not just shock they looked fearful giving the Overmale nervous glances. The body had been cooked by fire from head to toe, it only barely resembled a female figure but something seemed off to me.

We put the body on a stretcher to transport it away, after we were done the Overmale motioned to me. Me and my mentor nodded and we silently decided that he would go ahead and wait for me in the incineration room to finish our job.

“Littlepip is it?” He asked.

I nodded my head not looking the male directly in the eyes. He gently cupped my small breast in his hand thence suddenly without warning I was grabbed by the throat, lifted off my feet and slammed against the wall causing a yelp of pain from me. The impact reverberated through my body, my soft breasts shook hard and was left with a pins and needles feeling in them. The Overmale pushed against me, the crushing sensation leaving me not being able to breathe.

“I know that Velvet and you did something bad and this is why she left me,” I tried to make a reply but all I managed was a groan, in fact my bladder was starting to leak a little from the pressure he was putting on my body. “I can’t prove it by the ways so I'm giving you an extreme punishment.”

The Overmale put his free hand on my belly, over my uterus area, he grabs me so hard into my flesh that later that day a dark hand shaped bruise would form their and everyone would realize what my punishment would be. He loosened his grip and lowered me to the floor to allow me to answer his next question.

“Are you pregnant yet?”

I answered between my coughs, “Negative so far, but I’m still under a testing period.”

“Hope not, because the next breeding cycle I will personally ensure my seed takes root in you, a small mare like you probably won’t be able to pass a foal through those hips. We are going to have to cut you open to get it out.”

The Overmale let me go and walked away, I slumped to the floor taking my head between my knees and held myself as I sobbed in a puddle of my own filth. The threat was clear, when it came to breeding if they have to cut you open they won’t sow you backup.

One of the more kinder Reds walked up to me and started stroking my mane to calm me down. She kneels down putting her lips close to my drooping ear.

“That wasn’t Velvet Remedy,” She whispered, “They gathered all of us Red’s together, picked one of us and killed her in front of everybody hiding her identity in flame as a warning of what would happen if we told the truth to you lesser mares. But you should know her name, it was Hope Garden.”

I looked back to the mare and nodded in understanding. After quickly cleaning my mess I head back to the maintenance section. My mentor saw the bruises and that I was crying and asked what happened. “Nothing” was my reply. She took the hint that the Overmale did something to me. She ordered me to go get examined by one of the medical mares.

The stallions in general don’t really care about mare health, they had their own doctors who never bothered in learning female anatomy. They figured the best person to treat a female’s ills was a female herself. Leaving a person with very limited to no formal medical knowledge with hand me down drugs.

My examiner didn’t find nothing too seriously wrong with me, she gave me a couple of meds to calm my nerves and suggested I should go and find some pony willing to give me some sexual release to my stress.

Following the doctor’s orders I found my mother in her usual hangout, A secret smoke house that served as a crutch between her drinks. She may have been a drunk but we were always willing to help each other out with our needs.

It was that night in the kennels that I formulated a plan. I was sure that Velvet Remedy went through the Kennel door. I remember the code, that instant was so weird there’s no way I could forget something like that. All I need to do was walk up to the door and open it.

I looked over the options open to me, stay and hope I can pop out children, my very life staked on that. Knowing the Overmale he'd detain me in the worst way to ensure I’ll carry the foal to term. I might get lucky with one or two small foals but eventually my game of birth roulette would end my short life. Knowing the end coming over a series of months possibly surviving the ordeal only to start over again would drive me insane.

I could use the code to escape, Worst case the world is as bad as they say I might be able to turn around. I’d rather die with others around me then alone in some kind of death land. Maybe if I retrieve Velvet the Overmale might resend his death by birth orders. Leaving was my best hope.

The next day I made sure to see the doctor again, this was after I tested my own potty and getting a negative result on the pregnancy test. Better to know before I leave.

I was to ask her for some more meds for my nerves. She gave me a dubious look, Everyone knew my mother was an addict and they always assumed at I might be as well or trying to sneak her drugs. The doctor humored me for a while then sent me on my way with no meds. Lucky I had pockets on my belt.

I injected myself in the thigh was I walked down the hall, tossing the applicator down a vent. Two security stallion stood by the gate. I knew the Overmale would have added them there since Velvet left.

“Hey big boys,”

I gave a flirtatious smile putting my arms behind my body and rocking side to side to show off my not so impressive breasts.

They noted my collar, “Shouldn’t you be working?”

“I’m on break, I was punished and felt bad,”

I made a pouty look with my lips. They could see the bruises on my body and gave a glance at each other.

“Perhaps you want a little of my lemonade?”

I squeezed my thighs to gather to empathize my feminine V, A piece of my minora peaked out witch I hoped was alluring.

“Why would we fuck and ugly worker bitch like you when we have some hot Red sluts to screw whenever we want?”

I was offended but held back, Sure I wasn’t like a Red but for a green I was alright.

“Please maybe just a little?”

I dropped down to one knee and began to undo the guard’s belt. The guard I wasn’t fondling looked at us with a wide grin on his face.

“Perhaps we should humor the girl?”

The guard nods his head, he pushes my hands away so he could pull out his member on his own. He pushes it up against my chest, I took the hint and squeezed my breasts together with my hands. He begins rubbing between my cleavage, I started to play with his tip by using my mouth. As he watch, The other guard took out his cock. I grabbed it and started stroking it with one of my hands.

The both of them came at about the same time, The guard I was blow jobbing grabbed by head as he released himself, His sticky cum hit the back of my tongue. I swallowed it and sucked the sperm from his softening dick, the other jazzed the side of my face and mane. The first guard removed his cock from my mouth rubbing the remaining of his leaking cum onto my breast, The other did the same from his angle.

When done both guards laughed at me, “We know who you are Littlepip now, get the hell out of here bitch! We have orders to keep away.”

I gave a sly smile back, “I already guessed that?”

“Then why did you blow us you stupid bitch!”

I gave a smirk, “I wanted to catch you with your pants down."

I closed my eyes, a green light exploded from the nub of my horn. The forced knocked back the guards, my forehead felt on fire, I could smell the nub of my horn burning. I stumbled toward the Kennel door consol as the guards cried out in pain as they realized they have been blinded.

The drug I injected myself with was called Alicorn, It was made from dissolved alicorn the stuff unicorn horns are made from, mixed with various stimulants. It was a drug that was normally used on dehorned unicorns as a way to discharge pent up magic without a horn. I gave myself and overdose with hope for the effect I got.

My eyes was still blurry as I looked at the keypad, I shakily typed the code CMC3BFF. Bright lights and sirens went off as the door roll open. The lights and noise didn’t help my disorientation and I emptied my stomach on the floor.

“Littlepip! Don’t leave Littlepip!” The Overmale’s voice called out from the speaker. “Someone shut that door!”

I stumbled to the tunnel entrance turning the last moment to shout not knowing if I could be heard.

“I’ll bring Velvet Remedy back to us!”

The door to Kennel Two closed behind me.

*** *** ***

My head still was pounding as I stumbled in the dark. My bare feet stepped on what felt like smooth stones. I remembered that my PipCollar had a light function. Click it on with my finger and adjusted the screen to face forward. I nearly screamed, Bones where everywhere, Skeletons of ponies scattered the tunnel floor.

I look down to my dismay, I was standing on some of the bodies. I realized I made a mistake, I should have never left the Kennel. Perhaps my masters would forgive me.

The keypad to open the door on my end had been dismantled for some reason. I began to cry realizing my mistake, I managed to regain my composure and realized my line of thinking was my brain washing second guessing me. At the end of the tunnel was a set of stairs leading to a pair of cellar doors. I climbed up over a pile of bones. Gray dust from the dried corpses sticking to my sweaty body. I pushed the doors open.

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Chapter 2: My Master

“What world do you live in? Out here in the real world, mares roam, little pony. Mares roam wild...”

Nothingness

I never experienced dark before, not in the eternal light of Kennel Two, I became dizzy at the sight of how open the space around me as I crawled out of the cellar.

My eyes couldn't focus, I stumbled down the red dirt hill, my body rolling over a few dead dried weeds. I hit a large rock that stopped me from rolling. Getting to my hands and knees trying to keep my breath calm. I was keeping my eyes on the ground, on something solid. My body gained a few new scratches and bruises all of them miner.

I grew tired and I lay my body down on the ground. Closing my eyes I took a moment to take the sensation of the sandy soil pushing up against my nude surface. After a few minutes I grew the courage to roll over on my back and look up at the sky. Clumps of sand rolling off my chest and stomach as I lay there.

The ceiling was far away, I couldn't really see it because some kind of mist or smoke was covering it. Then and break came above me, I saw there was nothing but black and a few tiny twinkling lights.

I curled up in a ball and began to cry. Maybe if I stayed here the Kennel would send out a search party. I knew that wouldn't happen, if they cared they would have gone after me. I was utterly alone.

There was a loud flash fallowed by an explosion that I could feel through the ground. I screamed jumping up and crouching against the rock. Water fell from the air hitting me in a hard wave. I was instantly soaked to the bone.

I went closer to a nearby apple tree to block the wind and the wet. The thing was so withered and dried that the only thing that told me it was an apple tree was some sickly remains of dried up fruit. As quickly as it came the shower quit leaving wet mud and a soaked pony.

I held my self shivering, I know my PipCollar had temperature control but it didn't feel like it was working. I tried to stand, but as soon as I got my footing, one foot sunk in the wet soil to just below the knee. I sat back down on my butt, it took a little effort to pull myself out.

My stomach growled, I picked up one of the funny looking apples, it didn't look appetizing but it was better than nothing. The thing was tasteless, the tasteless taste that reminded me of lettuce. Once the awful thing settled in my stomach, I decided to sleep there.

*** *** ***

It was deep into the next day when I awoke. It was the loud whipping of cloth in the wind that woke me. The Stranger looked down at me from the top of the hill. My stomach lurched and I emptied onto the ground to the side of my rear.

"Don't tell me you ate that fruit?"

The Stranger walked up to me pointing at the apple tree, The dried ground able to hold weight again. He was covered from head to toe. His face even covered in a black mask, eye concealed by goggles. A brown leather coat hung mere inches off the ground when it wasn't caught in the wind. He held a rifle covered in strips of fabric.

The Strange stallion reached for me, holding out his hand like someone introducing themselves to a strange animal. I looked up at him with sick wide eyes full of hope and fear.

"It's okay,"

Stranger petted my head stroking my mane. He noticed my PipCollar and pulls on it to get a better look.

"Your name is LittlePip?"

I nodded my head, All of the PipCollars had our names written on the display. The Stranger rapped his rifle over his back and lifted my small frame off the ground. He carried me to a nearby farm house. If it was light when I left the cellar I would have spotted it.

The Stranger took me inside and sat me down on the hard wood floor. It was a two story house, One room had some cages with a nude mare in the back who spatted some curse words at the Stranger. The room I sat in now looked to be where he slept.

I felt weak and sick, The Stranger had left the room. I closed my eyes and lowered my head. When I awoke I was tied to the bed. My arms were spread above me, legs spread below me.

The Stranger stood over me looking down at my helpless body, My maintenance belt had been removed from my waste making me more naked. The Stranger sighs and takes out an orange bottle. He pops the lid and placed it to my lips, I drank the stuff, it was orange and carrot flavored.

I fell asleep again. It was his touch that woke me. The Stranger felt the flesh of my cheek. He had put a bandage around my head to cover the wound of my chard horn stub.

"Your fever had come down. Good we can begin."

"What are you doing?" I asked my mind finally clear for the first time since I met the Stranger.

"That drink I gave you was Rad Away, that apple you ate was poison, that stuff removes it."

"Why em I tied up?"

The Stranger patted me on the head, After all this time the buck still hadn't took off his mask leaving his face unknown to me. He unzips his pants letting his hard impressive erection slip out.

The Stallion crawls over the top of me sliding himself in my helpless sex. I gasped at the touch of the cock sliding in my insides my body's reactions taking over. He starts moving his hips and I began to breathe heavy losing control of my body. I tighten my thighs and road into him the best I could in my tied up state.

He came into me and pulls himself out leaving my sex buzzing and wanting. Frankly I was shocked I didn't cum before him. I normally had a hair trigger when it came to orgasms. Then again there was always a mare to focus my sexual fixation on and this intrusion was sudden, not giving me time to prepare myself mentally.

The Stranger frees my restraints.

"You passed the test,"

I sat up and rubbed my sore wrists.

"Test?"

"You're a little rough around the edges but, A properly trained mare wouldn't protest being tied and fucked. Then act as calm as you are now afterwards."

I looked at him wide eyed, "Did you just claim me as my master?" Only Reds had specific masters back in the Kennel, Greens were just ordered around.

"Maybe, it depends,"

"Depends on what?"

"Where did you come from LittlePip?"

"A place called a Kennel,"

"I know of them, Green means your labor, Red servant, Greens fallow orders but act freely, Reds are more formally train slaves."

"Yes," I nodded.

"Explains your roughness, But if your good I could take care of you. That roughness is a good thing, I have no need for a mindless sex object that can't take care of its self like some dog, obedient and dumb. I need a cat, free thinking, loyal and loves to be pampered by her master. Depends on others but self efficient enough to survive on her own if need be."

My heart skipped a beat, If I stuck with this Stranger, my new master he would treat me same as a Red. My new master holds up my maintenance tool belt.

"This tells me you have skills, skills I can use and learn what I teach,"

I looked at the olive colored mare caged away in the next room. Her nude body was covered in scars. Seeing the deep cuts into her breast made me wince. The sight of her pussy made me feel ill. It had been fellay into eight strips. Freshest of her scars was over her belly and another in her leg.

"What about her?"

"She's a Raider,"

"Raider?"

"A dangerous mare, The wasteland is a complex place. Some females form wild packs, then add to their number by forcing other females to join them, abusing them until they become just as mad and wild. Or breeding with males they catch when they become in season to make foals. They are called Raiders because they enjoy the act of killing and stealing. Some can be captured and tamed others are put down. There is a religious group not far from here that thinks killing them is wrong. Crazy bastards that pay good caps to catch the wild bitches take them to them so they can removed their ability to breed and release them back out into the wild. I'm suppose to wait here for some of these people. Unfortunately I was attacked by bandits on the way here and they stole most of the mares I was going to set free plus my personal female. I only managed to get that one because she escaped and was injured. The bandits most likely gone to New Applesoosa, but my mission comes first. When I'm done here I'll track them down, get my female."

"Did you see a satin black mare leave the Kennel?"

"No, I wasn't here when that happened, But I heard about her on the radio,"

The Stranger, my master turns on the radio sitting on his work desk. I heard sort of jazzy pop music come from the device. I just started to give a confused look when the music cut off.

"Greetings Ungula Creaturas of the Equestria Wasteland, This is DJ Pon3 here to tell you the news, our first story my assistant slave mare Homage has the hottest pie."

"Oh, master don't say stuff like that over the radio!"

The female's voice was exaggerated in a sexy and comical tone. My head imagined her as a hot white mare, mane didn't matter my mind focused on what her breast and pussy would look like. The arousing image in my head didn't help quell my still longing sex, disparate for not achieving orgasm from the fucking my new master gave me.

"Come her bitch and sit on my lap,"

"Ah! Ah! master please don't we are on the air!"

"Not the first time you orgasmed for our audience?"

"But your forgetting about the news, you know the real new?"

"Yes, good girl Homage,"

"Arrrah!"

I began to twitch rubbing my labia together, the lips slick with my arousal and master's sperm.

"My little birdies tell me it happened again, Another pony stepped out of Kennel Two, What's going on over there? Someone lose a bet? Too many hansom mares and they what to send some out for the rest of us to enjoy? One thing is clear next time we talk Homage's pie will be cream filled."

"Ohhh! Let me pres-!"

More music started to play. My Master stood there, I was unable to see his expression behind his masked face.

"You want to ask me something?"

I blushed red, "Master, can I pleasure myself? Or please fuck me again, not to complain sir but you left me a little wanting."

Master laughs, "It's okay, that was a little for my pleasure."

I blushed, "I normally cum pretty easy."

"My sweet Mistletoe had some toys around you can use,"

I cringed at the thought of using a strange mare's sex toys as my Master dug through his storage. I have had shared toys without a second thought to please my male overseers, Most mares just used their own toys on themselves and partners they knew well. I wasn't sure of he was giving me a suggestion or an order and it would be rude to ask. I'd better just use them.

Master took out a set of three long dildos, two vibrators and a banana thing as big as a chair. Guessing from the bumps covering its surface, it was some kind of pussy scratching post. I had no interest in the dildos, Never personally found anything that pleasurable about getting fuck by a stallion. The vibrators I could make use of, But I wanted to so try the rocking banana.

Straddling the banana between my thighs, I slid my vulva across it about two inches. The sensation of the bumps running across my labia sang with pleasure. A bump hit my clitoris and I took in a quick sharp breath by the touch.

I could work with this, I grabbed the top of the banana with both hands and adjusted my spread knees to get more conferrable, Slid my hand close onto the other end of the banana putting myself in a squatting position as I began humping.

Going slow, it took me a minute to reach a dry orgasm letting out a sharp moan. My master sat at his work desk. He had his cock out and stroked his hard erection.

I wasn't done yet, my sex still buzzed and it took mere seconds for it to recover from its post orgasm sensitivity. I humped the banana more furiously, This time I was breathing more heavy and moaning. My orgasm that came was wet.

I still needed some more relief and readjusted and started my third bout of humping the banana. This time my vulva slipped past the end of the moon shaped object. It's tip poked my vaginal opening and rubbing against my taint. I moved my body down the banana and back up and teased my opening with the end again. I did this three more times, My moans turned to an animalistic howl as I reached my orgasm.

"To the moooooon!"

The wave of exhausted numbness shoot through my body telling me my fun was done. Me and the banana collapsed to the floor. A slow love song played over the radio, it felt oddly appropriate as I caught my breath and my sweat cooled on my fur.

"Nice show LittlePip,"

The voice of my Master caused me to become more aware of my surroundings. I rolled over and looked up at him. Cum leaked from his softening penis. White streaks splattered across the wood floor. On instinct, I crawled the two feet across the floor and licked up the cum soaking into the wood. The floor was dusty and full of dirt, I licked it up with the cum. The grains of dirt scratched my throat causing me to cough violently.

"You don't have to eat my cum off the floor,"

My master said as he took a plastic bottle of water from the top of his desk. I stretched out my head as the masked stallion tipped the water into my mouth. After a few swallows he pulls the water back.

"You should know I'm not a breeding mare,"

The new Master looks me up and down.

"Okay?"

"I bring it up because, That's one of the reasons I left the Kennel I was living in. That mare I asked about, Her name is Velvet Remedy, She tricked me into helping her escape. As punishment they were going to make me carry a foal to term. An act that would most likely kill me with my body type."

"I see,"

Master poured me a bowl of mare kibble and pushed it to me. I bent my head down and started happily to eat the kibble.

"Stay here I'll be back in a minute."

He left me to continue my meal walking out side.

"You,"

The mare in the cage spoke up. I crawled over to her cautiously sitting a few feet from her. By some of the puck marks on her body she once had piercings that had been removed most likely for her and others safety.

"Your name is LittlePip?"

"Yes,"

"My name is Octipussy,"

She spread apart her legs to show me her mutilated cunt. I cringed and looked away.

"Don't trust the Stranger,"

"I can handle myself, plus he has been nice to me."

I boasted proudly, suddenly the Raider lunge forward grabbing me by my breast pulling me toward the cage. Just as quickly, I was pulled away, Lifted up by the Stranger.

"I thought you would have had more sense than to get close to that girl."

"Sorry master,"

He took me back to his sleeping quarters gently placing my body in the middle of the floor. Master walks over to the mare Octipussy taking out his hand gun. Some kind of revolver, brown rust in color of heavy build, later it would make me think of a weapon carved from iron ore.

"Bend over and press your ass against the bars," He spoke in a calm commanding voice.

"Fuck you! as in yourself!"

The Raider mare spat on the floor near the Stranger's feet. My Master without hesitation fires his weapon into the cage. The sudden loud noise made me jump and on instinct I took a hiding place inbetween the end of the bed and the corner wall.

The Raider screams holding her ears crouching against the floor. The bullet had missed her, hitting her wasn't the point. The explosion of the projectile leaving the muzzle had stunned the mare. The Master grabbed and spread the mare's legs and swiftly tied her thighs and tail triangle style to the bars. This left her bent over anus and tentacled pussy exposed. To make herself go up straight would push down against her tail causing a jolt of pain.

Master turns back around picking up a bucket of water he had left by the door and walks away from the mare. He wasn't going to rape her, perhaps later, but this was a show of dominance over her. I slowly crawled cautiously and fearfully to my Master.

"LittlePip, We need to work on your shyness of gunfire."

I looked away shamefully, "Sorry master,"

"It's okay, it's just I need your help and I think I may have a day or so to train you," Master puts a cloth into the bucket, "Now let me clean you up dear."

I went over to the stallion and sat down next to him. I could bathe myself but if Master wants to bathe me it's okay. The next thing he did was removed my PipCollar with a buck key he happened to have and placed it on his desk. The buck key had to have been rare, I think there was two or three in the Kennel. I was a little shocked that he had one.

Master removes the bandaged covering my horn. I wince in pain as he probes the chard and tender flesh caused by the discharge I used to help me escape my Kennel prison.

"I hope your horn recovers from this, I'd like to teach you magic as soon as possible."

I looked at my master wide eyed, "Horn? Magic? You will permit me this?"

"Out of necessity, You need to be at your best if you are going to travel with me. But in the Equestain Waste different places have different rules, But ways of outsiders are generally tolerated. It may cause some issues for some who have stricter views."

"You're saying we need to be cautious?"

"Yes,"

Master plopped the soaking wet cloth on the top of my head, He uses it to wet my mane washing out most of the dirt and stuff that got stuck in it since I left the Kennel.

After soaking the cloth again, master moved to my face and down to my neck. I look up at him as he begins to wipe my chest. I saw my reflection in his goggles.

"Master? why haven't you shown me your face? Ah!" I let out a moan as he wraps the cloth around my sensitive breast. He dragged the cloth across my nipple by his thumb.

"The best explanation is that it's a kink of mine, I ask for complete loyalty from you and play with your body anyway I want yet you will never have any idea of who I truly am. You will never be allowed to see my face. This is my one rule, When it comes time to remove my mask you will leave me and not look."

I hesitated to respond, Master drops his wash cloth in his bucket and grabs me by my shoulders.

"You can do that!"

"Yes Master," I quickly responded.

He let me go and continued with washing my tummy. He moved lower and lower, I thought he was going to touch my pussy but at the last moment he takes the cloth around and starts rubbing it down my back.

As he reached my rear, Master began to wash out my tail. I bend over to my hands and knees and lifts my tail for him. After rubbing my cheeks, master then washed my pussy wiping between my lips and the remains of his sperm around my vulva. This was followed by a sweep of my anus.

My washing ended with my legs and feet. Master puts the wash water aside, He takes out a brush and combs out my mane and tail.

Master pulls out a perfume bottle, starts spraying it across my body, making sure to get my armpits, across my chest, my anus and pussy underneath my tail, (which made me flinch,) ending with a quick spray down my back.

The last thing Master did was add an old red ribbon to the base of my tail. A pat on the butt signaled me he was finished, I crawled around in a circled examining my newly washed and pampered body as Master sat at his desk.

"Master? What are you going to do with my PipCollar?

"I'm going to check the settings,"

"I think the climate control is broken, last night I was cold,"

Master pats me on the head. "That's what I mean LittlePip, The temperature control is set for indoors, I need to set the settings for outdoors and unlock some of the commands."

He began to open up my PipCollar with his tool kit. I crawl over and brush my body affectionately against his legs. He reached down and strokes my back ending with a couple of pats on my side. I lay on the floor next to him as I covered my head with my arms.

*** *** ***

Master clasped my PipCollar around my neck. He had worked on the thing into the morrow.

"Thank you Master!" I cheered.

"I readjusted your climate control, as long as there isn't a violent change in weather, it should keep you equalized to the temperature. I also activated your EFS and KATS.

"EFS? KATS?"

"Eye Forward Sparkle and Kennel-Tech Arcane Targeting Spell."

All of that was gibberish to me. I guess I knew less about PipCollars then I thought.

"We can go outside and I'll show you."

I blushed, "Good I needed to go out to take nature's call."

"The Raider needs to be walked as well,"

Me and master walked over to the Raider's cage. He convinced Octipussy to let him shackle her arms and legs. He hooked a leash on the metal collar around her neck and put a blind fold over her eyes. Master then made the Raider girl walk outside.

The sky took me for a shock, I knew it was there and I thought I've got over it, but seeing the horizon caused me to quiver and stumbled back. Master caught me in his arms and propped me back up.

"Are you okay?"

I glanced up at the sky and then quickly looked down at the ground, "I believe so, if I didn't need to relieve myself before I think now I do."

"Make sure you burry it," Master told me as he shield his eyes from the light.

I nodded my head finding a clear spot of dirt. With my hands I dig a hole in the ground, about six inches deep. I squat over the hole, my legs trembled as I pushed, then like a good girl I filled in the hole.

The Raider wasn't a good girl, Master walked her around the reminisce of the yard. Eventually she decided to squat and the master stopped allowing her to piss on the ground.

"Shit too bitch! I'm not cleaning your crap again, I'm going to make sure your ass is empty."

The mare bared her teeth at him, but she did as ordered.

"Burry it!"

"You got to be kidding! I can't even see!"

"If you made the hole first you wouldn't have had this problem."

Octipussy groaned and digs out a hole in the dirt with her hands like I did. She blindly felt around the ground for her scat. The mare grips it in her hand and drops it into the hole pushing the soil back in.

Good girl," Master pats her on the head.

"Don't touch me you cock sucking bastard!"

Master didn't make a reply just tied her to a nearby apple tree, I'm using the term apple tree loosely.

"LittlePip come here,"

I trotted happily over to him.

"Let me activate your EFS."

Master grabbed my PipCollar and pressed a button on it. My eyes instantly itched, I closed and rubbed them then shook my head. Some kind of display appeared in the corner of my vision. A red and green tic could be seen. Moving my head around, I saw the red tic was pointing at the Raider and the green tic pointed at Master.

Next Master pressed another button on my PipCollar. Green numbers popped up around the mare's body. It took me a moment to notice that time had slowed almost to a halt. If I looked at a part of the body it would become highlighted. I was stuck in this state for about a minute, panicking starting to think I would be stuck like this forever before I noted the "Cancel Button in the corner and looked at it.

I came back to reality with a loud gasp, My heart thumped loudly and my body broke in an instant sweat.

"What was that!" I panted.

"That was your KATS, Now I'm going to show you how to use it,"

Master pulls out a gun, This wasn't his main gun, this one was smaller and not in as good of shape. He presses himself up against my back and took my hands. He placed the gun in them and well grasping my hands points the barrel of the gun at the Raider mare.

"What are you doing?" I was feeling nervous and afraid, I didn't want to kill this mare, But I knew you're not suppose to point a gun at something you don't intend to hit.

"Fire,"

The Master respond in my ear, my heart sank as he kiss my neck activating my KATS. The Raider's head was all ready highlighted in green. Master wanted me to shoot her, kill her. Once I selected it, that head would have a bullet in it. I didn't want to disappoint.

I went out of KATS, I lost control of my body causing my finger to pulled the trigger. As I fired, I felt Master's hand pull slightly. I missed the head and struck the tree behind her. The Raider yelped as she felt the bullet brush by her.

"You fucking bastards are crazy, just bring me inside!"

I dropped to my knees and started weeping covering my face with my hands.

"I was expecting you to intentionally miss," Master remarks looking down at my crying form.

"I'm sorry!"

"You did nothing wrong LittlePip," He strokes my head lovingly, "All you did was tell me more about yourself."

"Like what?"

I had calmed down enough to stop crying and wipe the tears away from my eyes.

"You are not a clever pony," I could sense Master's smile from behind his mask. "One, If you didn't want to shoot her you could have used your KATS to simply miss. Two, I didn't say shoot her, I wanted you to fire. If you thought about it you would remember I wanted her alive."

I huffed and crossed my arms. "That was a mean trick."

"I also found out if I tell you to do something like kill a pony you'll do it," Master gave me long strokes down my back and tail as he talked. "Ponies when told by someone they deem superior to do something bad they will do it just to not displease that person. As I said you are rough LittlePip but you are and will always be a slave."

Master slapped me on the butt as a sign to head inside. He untied the Raider from the apple tree and fallowed me. I settled myself on the floor near the bed as Master locked the Raider away.

My Master decided to sit at the desk. He looked at me laying on the floor and slaps his knee. "Come here LittlePip."

I took the hint and sat in his lap. He picked up my tool belt and put it around my waist.

"I'm going to teach you how to take apart and maintain a gun."

*** *** ***

Evening came, earlier I came across an old war time filly mag titled "Black Collars" in one of the storage boxes. In the Kennel those were rare and only owned by stallions. I walked up to Master with a smile and my best 'May I' look and asked permission to masturbate.

Master told me it was okay as long as I didn't make too much noise. That was doable, I wasn't planning on a masturbate like last time when I forced myself to orgasm just so to relieve my pent up sexual frustration. This was going to be a slow masturbate, so I could passively enjoy looking through the mag.

I lay myself with the banana in a way I could press it against my pussy. I put the mag down in a place that I could see it well in the laying position. I flip open the book.

The first image made me throw my ears back. A black collared mare looked absolutely horrified as three creatures I believed to be Caribou had their way with her.

There was a series of pictures with this mare. The males held the mare down spreading her open with their hands to show her anus and vulva to the camera. Then there were scenes of their over sized cocks pushed into her holes. Then they showed off the cum leaking from her. Showing off her distraught and weeping face.

I've seen and had rough and painful sex. But I never resisted and cried like this mare looked like she was doing. It was like to her being fuck by a stallion wasn't an annoyance, but she looked like she was going through some truly traumatic event.

I flipped through the book more. It was nothing but horrified and unhappy mares not enjoying themselves at all. I couldn't masturbate to this and tossed the mag aside.

Master was awoken to me crying to myself.

"What's the matter LittlePip?"

I didn't realized I was crying until after he spoke. I then got control of my sobbing.

"Th-the ma-mares in the m-magazine don't look happy."

I could sense the puzzlement from my Master. He looks around the room and spots the mag laying against the wall where I tossed it. The buck steps out of bed and walks over to the booklet.

My toss had broke the spine of the flimsy book and when the Master picked it up a dozen pages slips out of it and dropped on the floor.

Master turns to look at me, "LittlePip! if I knew that you would destroy this I would not have let you read it."

My ears drooped and I tucked my tail between my legs. I crawled back a couple of feet bumping into the bed. I actually wanted to hide under it and would if it wasn't so low.

"Sorry Master it's just..." It took me a moment to find the right word, "The book, it's wrong. They are being violently tortured somehow."

Master starts picking up the pages and looks through them. "I see, LittlePip do you know what rape is?"

It was a word used around the Kennel, Slang for, 'Not being in the mood for a sexual experience but having one anyway.' Like having to pleasure a stallion, take time out of my life to get bred or when my mother wants me to eat her out but I don't feel like it but do it anyway because I love her for some reason, Annoying things like that. Also 'rapist' was a derogatory word a mare could called a stallion and would get you punched in the face or worst if he caught you calling him that.

"I know what rape is," I replied.

"Some stallions and mares find it as a fetish," Master says as he puts the pages on the work desk.

I went wide eyed, "Wait your saying that was a rape fetish book? But the terror!"

Master puts his hand on his chin for a moment. "I think what we have here is that we have two different definitions of rape."

"What?"

Master walks over and slips himself behind me. "Living in the Kennels you grew up under a different culture then those mares, different culture then I."

The stallion takes off his gloves exposing his hands and puts them on his bed. He puts one hand on my breast and another between my thighs. The sudden touch made me gasped and moan. I could feel the hardening bulge pressed against my back.

Master lifts me up to slide himself under me. Now he was leaning back against the bed, My thighs hugged his torso and his swelled pants in front of me. I undid his belt and zipper freeing his member from it. He sat back up and I came down on him.

My inners reacted violently to the intrusion hugging my Master's cock tightly. He was already pressing against my cervix sending a wave of discomfort through my body. I winced and grit my teeth as he began to move his hips, I too begin to move up and down matching his rhythm.

"Do you like it when I fuck you LittlePip?" Master whispered into my ear.

I spoke in between gasps of pleasure, "Yes Master,"

"Come on be honest LittlePip,"

Tears run down my cheeks, "It hurts, it hurts every time," Then added hastily, "Please don't stop! Not because of me."

"This is what rape is to you, you dislike this because it's abnormally disscomfortable for you, you are not afraid to be forced to have sex, this is because you are raised without shame, at least not to be ashamed of the same things as black collared mare's were back then. The shame comes fear and with fear comes terror."

My mind thought back to when the Overmale threatened me, I felt fear then, When my mother eats me out just so she could get drunk, I had felt shame.

Master with a shove pushed me on all fours and pulled out of me. "Be honest LittlePip if I can make it better for you or if you want me to stop just say so."

I lifted my tail high showing my gaping anus, "C-could you stick it in here? It hurts a little less."

With him already slick and myself relaxed, my Master came in quickly. I let out a yelp is he began to thrust harder and harder. He lets out a quiet groan as I begin to moan louder and louder, my legs begin to tremble, beads of mucus dribbling from my vagina as I felt my climax coming,

Master came first his cum filling me to the brim, I came a second later the flow from my feminine opening surged and pooled with the rest on the floor.

I collapsed , panting hard as my Master pulled out of me his cock covered in the white of his own cum, My body dripping in sweat as I laid there, I let loose a groan and curled up into a ball as my Master stood up. He walked past me picking up a dildo that was left laying on the ground.

"Now LittlePip, I'm going to show you what shame rape is,"

Master approaches the Raider's cage.

"Hey what are you doing! Get away from me!"

The Raider was shouting kicking at the stallion through the cage, Master grabs her foot and pulls really hard. The Raider was pulled forward slamming her crotch against the metal bars. The mare yelped as pain throbbed through her sensitive area, she put her hands over her crotch cradling it, but that wasn't my Master's objective. He grabs her thighs and lines up the dildo in his hand, shoving it up the puckered hole of her ass.

"Stop it! Please! Stop it"

The Raider was crying out as my Master moved the long dildo in and out of her anal cavity.

"Don't give me that crap, after all the mares you tortured until they submitted or died, stallions you fucked to death!"

The Raider continued to cry and scream and plead, I couldn't take anymore I rushed over to my Master's side and grabbed his arm.

"Master, please know more, I don't want to see this!"

Then there was a knock at the door,

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