“Excuse me, sir?”
Big Mac turned to face a very timid Daisy. Her fear stood in contrast to the peaceful and quiet mid-morning as she nervously raised her arms to cover her bare breasts, only to stop herself. It was habit for her, something Big Mac suspected had been part of her training to be submissive to her master. He would no sooner break her of that habit than he would break a fully grown tree down with a single kick.
He watched with a small frown on his face as Daisy played with her hands, keeping her eyes on the ground and her head bowed. He could smell her fear. She spoke with the timid voice of a scared filly, with no trace of the mare she once was, making him feel as if she expected Big Mac to finally prove himself to be no different from the stallions and caribou that ran the world now. The only consolation for him was that Daisy addressed him as ‘sir’ and not ‘master’; he doubted she would ever not see him as a potential threat, and it was hard to blame her. “Th-there’s some… some guards by the gate… They’re asking to see you.”
From his seat on the front porch of his farm, Big Mac put down his half-eaten apple. This visit had come later than expected.
“Do they have a mare with them?” Mac asked, speaking softly and kindly to his timid slave, though inside he was quickly becoming desperate to leave her and see to this company.
He was a little shocked to see that the question had made Daisy shiver, though he hoped it was just a passing breeze on her naked body. “Y-yes sir. She’s… restrained.”
If there was more to it than that, it looked to Mac like Daisy didn’t want to go into details.
“Alright. Thank you, Daisy. Finish up your chores, and I’ll be by later. AJ is going to see to the projects this weekend, so she’s gonna be in charge while I’ll be working on a special project. You won’t be seeing much of me this weekend.”
Daisy gave a single nod, throwing in a timid “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir” just softly enough for Big Mac to hear. He really wished she wouldn’t be so scared of him.
“Tomorrow, before the morning chores, we’ll start on that little flower garden we spoke about before,” Mac added. It caught Daisy’s attention like he wanted, giving a small, guarded bit of hope in her eyes. Both of them knew there had been no such talk about making a flower garden since the day Mac took ownership of Daisy, which felt like a lifetime ago.
A lifetime ago, the idea of a slave in Equestria wasn’t even possible.
“Yes sir. T-thank you…”
A lifetime ago, the simple act of growing flowers wouldn’t mean the world to a mare like Daisy.
***
The guards at the gate should have scared Mac. Even now, knowing he had requested them, he had to swallow his fear, lest the guards smell it on him like any other predator in the world. He wondered for a moment how their golden armor could keep its shine when worn by the kind of filth that was now the Canterlot Royal Guard.
“Howdy,” he spoke flatly, giving a stiff nod to the two pegasus guards. In return they did their best to stare him down, having to look up to the taller, clearly stronger earth pony.
Between the guards, the slave he requested squirmed in place. The poor mare had been brought tightly bound, as Mac had to request. He was surprised to see the method of bondage that had been used though.
The slave was hooded in latex, black and shiny as oil—cruel to wear on a warm summer day—with her face completely hidden, zippers over her eyes and a breathing mask over her mouth and nose, painted as black as her hood. Even her mane was trapped inside the hood, giving Mac the impression that the slave’s mane had been shaved down; his heart leapt to his throat at the very idea of that. From that breathing mask came a hose connecting to her crotch, where the faint buzzing of a vibrator could be heard even from his distance from her.
A latex bodysuit had been placed, or perhaps painted, over the rest of the slave, highlighting her lean body while removing any possible sign of the pegasus mare’s identity. The controls for the vibrator inside her were belted to the outside of her thigh, sporting an emblem of three balloons, the trademark of the Element of Pleasure. Her arms had been placed around her waist, forced to hug herself thanks to a number of tight, bright red belts. Even her hands were gloved in fingerless mittens, making it impossible for the slave to even try and undo a buckle, no matter how much she squirmed and struggled. She wasn’t openly trying to get free now, but she couldn’t stand perfectly still and submissive either. It was impossible not to squirm a little due to the toy buzzing relentlessly inside her. Even her tail had been placed in a heavy latex sleeve to make walking take effort, more effort than the heeled latex boots she wore already demanded.
The overall effect was clear on Big Mac, and he hated himself for being able to read and understand the message being sent so clearly. Restricted movements, removal of identity, the stark blackness of the latex making the poor slave overheated on a warm day, no doubt having to breathe heavier for it, where every breath would be tainted with the scent of her own forcefully aroused sex. Mac could even imagine that the mare’s mouth was gagged somehow, forcing her to breathe through her nose.
Big Mac sucked in the sweet apple-scented air around him, forcing himself in a well practiced habit of self control to drown the initial rage building inside him at the sight of another mare inadvertently being tortured and humiliated due of his actions. Knowing it was Rainbow Dash however made it harder to compose himself.
The humiliating finishing touch had to be her chest. Whoever had forced Rainbow Dash into her latex bodysuit had taken care to leave her nipples exposed. They currently had been pierced with rings linked to short, thin chains attached to a sign that stated, ‘Little Miss No-Tits’.
Let’s get this over with.
“Thanks for bringing her over,” Mac said, stepping up to the guard holding Rainbow Dash’s leash.
“Might not be so thankful once you get her. This one is as bad as your apple bitch,” the guard sneered, never noticing the twitch of annoyance in Big Mac’s right eye, “Sign the paperwork, and then she’s your problem for the rest of the weekend.”
Mac said nothing to this as he took the papers and signed for Dash’s release into his custody. There was nothing he could say that wouldn’t cost him later, and with his slowly improving status in Ponyville, he had to take care not to be seen as a stallion that didn’t deserve the mares under his care, or worse, a female sympathizer. It was much easier to view what he was doing as him playing his part to do what he had to, to keep his home and family safe.
It would have been easy for him to believe that too, had this been the first time he had pentioned the government for Rainbow Dash.
***
“It’s alright now, it’s just me.”
Mac spoke slow and softly. Rainbow Dash stopped her squirming, head turning to face him even though the latex hood kept her from seeing him.
“You’re in a cellar. Same one I brought you to last time. Don’t worry, the others never saw you, and only I know you’re here. I’m going to take your hood off now.”
Big Mac felt his heart racing as he kneeled by Dash, having her sit on a chair so that she could stop having to stand on the heeled latex boots. Along with her leash, the guards had given him a ring of keys to unlock the tiny locks on her belts and over the rest of her outfit, and it was expected that he return her as he had gotten her, all under the premise of safety and doing what was best for her.
It gave him a small bit of pleasure to know that stallions still considered Rainbow Dash to be an unbroken mare, one they had to be on guard with. It might have made her life a nightmare, but he knew she wouldn’t want it any other way. At least not out there.
As he unlocked the hood from the ring on her tight black collar, Mac felt his hands starting to sweat. He was eager, and he didn’t like that about himself. It had been two months since he last had temporary ownership of Dash, but that had only been for the day. Having a full weekend with her was something he hadn’t dared hope, but it was yet another sign of him meeting expectations of a certain caribou overseer, who was all too happy and willing to help Mac out. As much as it pained him to admit it, Gunne was the only male friend willing to offer a helping hand, sick as that made Mac feel.
The hood practically peeled off Rainbow’s head. When it finally came loose, the breathing mask coming off with it, Dash let out a relieved groan through the simple cloth gag that had been kept in her mouth, confirming Mac’s early suspicions about how she was breathing with the hood on. His attention then immediately went to her mane.
It wasn’t shaved off, thank Equestria, but her owner had cut it very short. Instead of the wild and messy look he loved to see, Rainbow’s mane was coltish, oddly suiting her, or at least the old her.
The gag came off, and Rainbow Dash finally opened her eyes after having them shut for as long as the latex hood had been on her.
There was still some fire in her eyes that warmed Mac’s heart. When he spoke up, it was with a sense of relief mixed with longing.
“I’ve missed you, Beau.”
Dash didn’t respond right away, needing instead to take deep breaths of clean, untainted air. Mac again had to wonder how often Dash suffered in her time away from him, where even breathing could remind her of her position in life. He heard plenty of believable rumors that Dash’s owner always had at least one of the Wonderbolt slaves being fucked, and if there wasn’t the sounds of a mare being taken against her will or rutted into submission, there was certainly the musk that came with that violation lingering in the air.
“G-get it o-out…” Dash groaned, squirming in her chair.
Big Mac wasn’t sure what she meant at first, until he remembered what the breathing mask had been connected to. Feeling stupid, he started to part Dash’s thighs, only to see that, while the controls for the vibrator were on the outside of the bodysuit, the thing itself had been placed inside, and he would have to remove the whole thing to get it out of her.
“Sorry, I’m going to get you out of that thing right now,” Mac said as he shut off the vibrator, unbelting the control handle from Dash’s thigh to give her at least some relief as his sweaty hands started to undo the buckles holding Dash’s arms to her side.
He worked without speaking, the task at hand demanding his full attention. He was starting to believe the latex bodysuit had in fact been painted on Dash, given how he saw it cling to every curve of her body. There were questions he wanted to ask, ready at the tip of his tongue, held back by a fear of the answers.
Are you alright? No, of course Dash wasn’t alright.
How bad are you hurt? Dash would lie to his face, and they would both know it.
Do you still love me?
… That question would never be asked.
There was not much room for love in Equestria. A different four-letter word was the reason for living now. As tough as he knew Dash to be, even steel had to bend when it was pounded hard enough.
Focus.
With Dash’s arms freed, he carefully removed Dash’s nipple rings, tossing the sign they held away. A grateful sigh of relief from Rainbow made Mac’s heart ache to hear, and his large hands lingered on her small chest, thumbs just an inch away from those surprisingly pink nubs. He knew they had to be sore, doubting very much that Dash would want them touched anymore.
His hands lingered still.
If Dash noticed, she didn’t speak up. A look to her face showed how red her cheeks still were, and how different she seemed with her wild mane cut short. Appearances were a big thing in the world now, and none knew that better than Mac. How you appeared to others defined you, even if there was no collar around your neck. Something about the way Dash looked now, with the short mane cut and her head turned to the side so she didn’t have to look at Mac, made him feel suddenly very afraid for her.
His hands moved on their own, reaching up past Dash’s shoulders, and her black wing sheaths he wanted so much to take off, but knew he couldn’t. Dash wouldn’t let him even attempt to work them off. As his fingers brushed their base to find the hidden zipper to pull the latex suit off, her eyes flinched and the corners of her mouth tightened up. He knew she wouldn’t want him to take them off, awful as they were. There was still a little pride in Dash that kept her from not wanting her old coltfriend to see the shame that her once powerful wings had been reduced to.
I need to get her out of that thing now.
The suit had to be peeled off like a layer of skin. How it didn’t tear was beyond Mac. He worked it off Dash’s body slowly, seeing the relief of its constriction show on her face. As he got to her waist, she stopped him to stand up, reminding him silently that the heeled boots were still belted on her. They were quick to go and be tossed aside in a dark corner.
The latex bodysuit rested along the floor, pooled around Dash’s hooves.
With it gone, Mac could smell how much Dash had sweated in that thing. He didn’t linger on that though, his eyes instead went between Dash’s thighs, where a thin wire was coming out from inside her sex, still connected to the small controller that had been held to her thigh. Taking the suit off allowed Mac to finally pull the vibrator out of her, making Dash whimper once he started to tug on it.
“Did I hurt you?” Mac asked, his whole body freezing up, afraid to cause her any more discomfort than she had already been through.
“It’s… just really big. Pull it out slowly.”
Dash’s tone had no confidence in it. It rang with a little fear that Mac didn’t want to hear. His Rainbow Dash wasn’t afraid of anything.
“I’m going to start now, Beau.”
Dash gave a single nod, and Mac started to tug on the pink wire again. He could see that she was trying not to show her discomfort, until the vibrator itself started to open her pussy. Dash gasped sharply, juices leaking out of her for Mac to see, his blush thankfully hidden behind his natural red coat.
It was no wonder why it gave her so much discomfort. As the vibrator practically popped out, he could now see it was roughly the size of a chicken egg. However long it had been kept inside Dash, even before the guards made her walk to his farm, it must have felt awful with every step.
Except, it was hard to miss the unmistakable musk of fresh cum from between Dash’s legs.
Not now.
Without saying anything, he tossed the toy aside, standing up and going quickly to one of the many wooden barrels stored in the cellar. When he returned to Dash’s side, it was with an unlabeled glass bottle of chilled Apple Cider.
Dash stared at it for a moment, surprise quickly morphing into an expression Big Mac couldn’t read.
He then was reminded why he would always bring Rainbow Dash to this cellar whenever he could be lucky enough to have her for whatever time he could beg for; it was far enough that no one else but him would ever be able to hear how much the once awesome Rainbow Dash could uncontrollably sob.
***
“How did you manage to get them to agree to a whole weekend?” Dash asked.
As they laid on a surprisingly comfortable cot, Mac thought about telling Dash the things he and Applejack had been doing to stay together, the little defeats that could be victories if looked at in a certain way. He thought about telling her that the caribou magistrate in Ponyville wanted to help him, even to the point of suggesting that Applejack pretend to be a red collar, just to make Mac’s life easier.
He of course didn’t do that. What he did instead was stare up at the cellar ceiling, holding Rainbow Dash naked at his side.
“I just did. How I did it don’t matter much. What matters is that you’re here now.”
He pulled his eyes away from the ceiling, looking down at her, wondering if she was always this small compared to him. Small and… breakable.
“You’re here with me.”
Dash sniffled, traces of her long sob still lingering in her throat. “Where I belong.”
Mac wasn’t cold, but he shivered. Rainbow Dash clung to him, wrapping a thin arm around his waist, slipping a leg over his. His trousers tightened in response.
Early that morning, well before he knew Rainbow Dash would be brought to him, Big Mac forced himself to masturbate for the first time in months. It had been a long, lackluster experience that left him feeling dirtier than working in muck, with a surprisingly small amount of cum to show for it. At the time, he had thought it would be enough to insure that his already low libido would be kept in check during his painfully short time with Dash.
It quickly became apparent that his plan wasn’t working.
It was no secret that Big Mac didn’t have sex with his slaves. The stallions in Ponyville thought he was either gay or that Applejack had kicked him in the balls, ruining his interest in sex forever, as well as making him essentially ball-less.
It didn’t much matter to him what they thought about his lack of sex life. It was hard to find any mare attractive, unless she had a prismatic mane and a cocky attitude.
“Eeyep. Where you belong.”
Dash nuzzled Mac’s chest, and it seemed to him like she wanted to sleep by his side, something he certainly was all for.
“You’re hard…” Dash spoke softly.
Mac cursed himself mentally. “I’m sorry, Beau.”
“Do you fuck them?” Dash asked through her teeth.
“No,” there was no hesitation in his voice, and being an Apple, it was a given that he could never and would never lie, mostly.
“... no? Must make things hard on you.”
“I ain’t attracted to just any other mare. There’s only ever been just one mare to catch my eye, and I finally got her back at my side, right now.” Dash didn’t respond to that, and Mac tried his best to fight the awkward feeling building inside him. “And here, we don’t fuck. We make love.”
Dash responded to that by smiling finally, just a little. Just enough for Big Mac to feel like the day had been worth getting up for. “It doesn’t even sound right, coming from you. That word. And I think you’re the only stallion in Equestria that says ‘make love’ anymore. Almost forgot that was even a thing.”
Mac didn’t respond, didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t want to believe love was dead in Equestria, but it was hard to build the case for it.
“I love you, Beau.”
Big Mac’s chest rumbled as he spoke those words, his natural baritone voice making those simple three words reverberate like thunder in the distance.
“Remind me.”
Dash spoke so softly that the plea was almost missed. Big Mac felt his pants tighten even more, though he still didn’t move.
“Beau?”
“I get fucked all the time,” Dash spoke without looking up to Mac’s face, closing her eyes, willing herself to press harder against the bigger, stronger stallion and his warmth. “I don’t remember what it’s like to make love anymore. But… I’ll be damned if I let them beat it out of me.”
Rainbow Dash sat up, looking down at Big Mac with a determined look in her eyes, as if she were still the same hot-headed, cocky filly that took any challenge and beat it. It made Mac both excited and nervous.
“Are you sure?” Mac asked, sitting up as well.
“I’m sure that I want to give my body to the only stallion I’ve ever really wanted, master.”
Mac’s jaw clenched, swallowing hard as Dash moved to sit on his lap, keeping her determined eyes on him. He knew what she was doing, and he knew this would happen. It still no less scary to actually go through with it. It was scary to stop resisting the change all around him and just go with the flow, as he had always done in life before.
“You don’t have to call me that. You never have to call me that.”
It was true, they both knew it. And they both knew better.
“I wish... you were my master. I could handle it, if it was you. All the times I would watch you working from the trees or the barn, thinking of how I wish I could tempt you from your work, lure you away, and spend the rest of the day just… having you work on me.”
Dash paused, her lips pouting as she broke eye contact with Big Mac. He could feel that she was going to cry again, and opened his mouth to speak up before Dash stopped him.
“I’m making a choice.”
Mac stayed silent.
“I’m making a choice, something I don’t get to do a lot of anymore. I’m choosing to be your slave right now, because you’re worth submitting to. You’re worth calling master, cause you’re the only stallion in this awful world that would be a good master. And I know… I hear about you, even all the way in Cloudsdale.”
“Beau…”
Dash shook her head, wrapping her arms around Mac’s thick neck, licking her dry lips. “You don’t have to hold back with me. Be my master for this weekend, and let me be your slave. You can let go with me. You know you can.”
Big Mac was trembling. His big hands found themselves on Dash’s waist, unsure if he needed to pull her closer still, or push her back.
“Mac? It’s okay. You already owned me, way before things turned out like this.”
***
Big Mac had never cared much for sex.
The excuse would be that there was always too much work to be done, work only he could do. There were always family duty to think of first, and that was almost more important and rewarding for him. Sex was a distraction, and mares were more complicated than building barns or plowing fields.
At that moment, with Rainbow Dash laid between his opened legs, licking up the length of his aching erection, he realized how badly he needed this distraction.
He watched in silence as Dash took her time, licking over every vein, every inch of his member, twitching in her gentle hands, actually going slow. She licked around him as if his was the first cock she had ever gone down on, getting a feel for its firmness, it’s smell, the way it fit in her hand and the taste of his bountiful precum leaking from the head. There was no lust in her movements or in her eyes as she looked up to watch his reaction. He could see it in her bright eyes, all the unspoken emotion between them conveyed in the way she watched him. She was servicing him, worshiping his erection and what she wanted it to do to her, like a proper slave to her master.
Except, as Mac reminded himself more than once, this was only happening because of the freedom of their choice.
Licking all the way up to a bead of precum forming at the head of his cock, Big Mac groaned at how sensitive it felt to have a soft, hot tongue on him. Rainbow Dash’s tongue. Her lips sealing around him, planting a wet kiss that made him suck in air through his mouth and buck his hips.
“Do that again,” he moaned.
Dash obeyed. She kissed his cock again, and again. Light smacks of her lips made the strong stallion start to tremble. The simple act of her lips on him, being painted in slippery pre, made the pleasure ten times as great as he imagined it would have been to have a mindless slave slut sucking him for all she was worth. There was no fun in that, and certainly no love.
“I love you, Beau.”
“I love you, master.”
The kissing continued, Dash planting her lips all over the head of Mac’s erection, holding him in her hands, making slow strokes to tease out even more of his precum. She would keep kissing until he told her to stop, he knew, and there was only one reason he would make her stop kissing.
“Suck on it.”
And again, Rainbow Dash obeyed him.
She licked up the length of his cock, making her way to the swollen, intimidating tip. She licked the way she had been trained, the long stretches of abuse at the hands of her owners making better use of her big mouth finally coming to be worth something. A satisfied gleam came over Dash’s eyes, one that excited Big Mac to see. There was still some of the old Rainbow Dash there with him. As her tongue started to wash over his head, he watched as she closed her eyes and slowly brought him into the wet heat of her hungry mouth.
There was no stopping Mac from moaning, deep enough for Dash to feel the rumble as inch after thick red inch was taken. He felt her tongue slatter him in drool, teasing around the more sensitive head, before she started sucking.
If Big Mac’s moans were loud, Rainbow Dash’s sucking was even louder.
The muscles in his thighs tensed. He watched Dash’s head start to bob at a steady pace, sucking hard every time she pulled away from him. She kept hold of him at the base, jerking him in a loose grip and a repeated twist of her wrist. Happy murmurs vibrated around his shift, and still Dash tried to take in more of him. She never once gagged.
“Beau… keep going.”
He didn’t have to tell her, as Dash had no intention of stopping. Her sucking stayed loud, and he felt himself slip into her throat. The minor discomfort in her scrunched up eyes made Mac want to tell her to slow down, to not push herself. Her uncomfortably tight black collar couldn’t have made deepthroating feel very good for her.
But when did Rainbow Dash ever not want to push herself, or quit because of a little pain?
She drooled heavily on him, some of it landing on his balls, running down his length and over her hand to provide some minor lube. He was getting close. Months of ignoring free and ready pussy at his beck and call were catching up to him as Dash put her forced oral skills to use, making her master’s inhibitions melt away. There was immense satisfaction in knowing that her handlers would never get to know how great she was at the things they made her do.
“Beau…” Mac panted, putting one heavy hand on Dash’s head.
She opened her eyes then, catching his gaze, her mouth and tongue never stopped their duty to him as she looked, waiting to see what his hand would do.
It held her short rainbow mane, hesitated for a second, before pulling her head down more.
Rainbow Dash did gag finally as her lips met the medial ring of his penis. Mac grunted, making short thrusts of his hips, fucking her mouth, letting her choke a little on him. It wasn’t long before his load spurted out, directly down her throat.
His orgasm was intense, making his morning jerk off session pale in comparison. He pulled himself out, but not before releasing another hefty helping of spunk, puffing out Dash’s cheeks. Once he slipped past her lips, she was met with two more loads landing messily on her nose and over one of her eyes, even getting into her mane.
The pleasure was crippling. Mac was sweating, his heart racing in his chest, but he didn’t go limp. He didn’t want to move much, and he could smell himself thick in the air, a musk he would notice in town from other stallions taking the mares at their mercy.
Rainbow Dash kept her eyes closed, her mouth shut tight. To his amazement, he watched her make an effort to swallow down what he had given her, making a face at the taste. She wiped her face with the same hand that had been on him, looking up at Mac finally once she could see.
“Were you saving all that for me?” she asked a little weakly, her jaw feeling sore after the work she had done.
“Eeyup…” Mac smiled down at her, petting her cheek. He watched her smile bigger, as if she wanted to laugh at the big dumb smile plastered on his face at that moment.
“Heh, awesome.”
***
As Rainbow Dash laid across Big Mac’s lap, his eyes purposefully avoided looking at her back. The black wing sheaths were something he wanted to remove, but knew that, even if he could, it would be pointless. He had missed Dash’s beautiful wings, and knew that having them plucked had taken away a part of the mare he so dearly loved, and left instead tight, confining reminders of her loss that literally stung her.
The last thing he wanted was to see her denied anything else that was in his power to give.
This was the reason his eyes stayed on her rear, holding up her tail, watching Dash’s fingers rub circles over her slit as she laid across his lap, idly masturbating. Without warning, his large hand connected to her right cheek with a sharp slap.
Rainbow Dash didn’t make a sound.
Her pleasure was his goal now. It was his reward to give to her. Another sharp spank connected to the left side of Dash’s ass, making her jerk forward and suck in air through her nose, but she still didn’t cry out. She instead rubbed herself faster.
Two more slaps came, each one ringing in their ears as the blue fur of Dash’s rear began to show a little red. He raised his hand and swung down once more, stopping only a couple of inches from actually striking Dash.
She felt the breeze of his hand over her blushing rear, her eyes full of confusion before turning back to look up to him. Mac couldn’t help but let a tight corner of his mouth rise, much to Rainbow Dash’s confusion and surprise. When she spoke, it was with a mix of pleading and annoyance, “Don’t... don’t tease me, please.”
Mac’s gave her an apologetic smile, “I don’t want to really hurt you.”
“You won’t. I get a lot worse than just this, trust me. I can handle it. I want you to let go.”
The stark truth softened Mac’s erection. He understood very well what his Beau was getting at. This weekend wasn’t about holding back or reigning things in. The caribou couldn’t see him right now, and they couldn’t get to Dash. In the underground storage cellar, their world consisted only of the two of them, and a few basic needs like dried food and water, with a generous supply of barrels housing aged cider. Mac had made the cellar as livable as possible, for as much as any underground cellar could be. It wasn’t much, but adding any more to it then a simple cot, lantern, and blankets would raise questions he didn’t want asked. It wasn’t nearly enough for Big Mac, even as he knew it was more than enough for Dash.
“You can handle anything, can’t you, Beau?”
Dash smiled in response, licking her dry lips. “Nothing hurts me. I’m too awesome to be hurt.”
Hearing it from Dash herself was enough to convince Mac.
His hand came down suddenly then, catching her off guard. There was no time to recover as another slap struck, followed by a third. His palm landed on her backside six times, then twelve, and at the twenty fourth time his own hand was starting to hurt. Dash’s rear had turned a noticeable shade of scarlet. She was breathing heavily, her fingers frantically working between her squeezed thighs, all of which Mac could clearly see. Rainbow was making shallow pants, her hips wiggling as her small rear glowed red and hot.
Thirty six spankings had left his own hand stinging. “That’s enough,” he told her suddenly.
Rainbow’s whine was loud, but her fingers had stopped.
“I… I’m really close…”
“I know,” Mac said simply, allowing a small smile of satisfaction to show on his face.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
Another whine, but Dash’s fingers still didn’t move. Her hips wiggled, small butt clenched tight as Dash focused on the sting of the spankings. “Please, can I cum?”
Had it been any other mare, Mac wouldn’t have gotten hard hearing that question.
“Not with your skinny fingers you can’t. I have something better than that.”
Mac said no more as he made Rainbow Dash sit up on his lap to face her. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his thick neck, just as he wanted her to do.
Under her, his hand guiding his erection to her warm sex. He kept his eyes on hers as he rubbed himself over her slickness, feeling just how slippery she had gotten from the pain of her spanking. Dash was plenty wet to coat his cock, wet enough for him to help spread some of her juices to her tightly clenched pucker.
She gasped sharply as the fat head of his cock kissed her rear. She looked at him with wide eyes full of questions she didn’t voice. He looked back at her, holding her gaze in his for a short time, leaving her to assume. Dash didn’t wait long before Mac let his hands do the talking, guiding himself back to her pussy.
A deep groan was pressed into his shoulder as Dash shut her eyes and bit down on him. He didn’t flinch from the bite as he felt his tip stretch her. It was all he needed to feel, before moving both hands to grip Dash’s red bottom.
Her sudden cry made her body tremble against his, filling his ears, his body, and his heart. Her ass was hot in his hands as he squeezed her, guiding another couple of inches into her hot sex.
“Aaahh...nnngg….!!”
“You can say it,” Mac’s deep voice rumbled against her.
“F-f-fuck...oh fuck me!”
Mac’s only response was to squeeze her ass harder. His big hands held nearly her whole ass, sending constant waves of stinging pleasure up her spine. His hips moved quicker, his first taste of sexual pleasure in so long growing quickly into a hunger for more!
He grunted as she pressed herself on him. His hips moved faster, pumping into the smaller mare. His mare.
If she was talking, he couldn’t make her out anymore. He was too focused on pushing as deep into her as he could, balls deep, pausing only to slap his big hand under her sore butt, feeling Dash’s entire body shake with pain-laced pleasure, just in time for him to piston into her once more.
His own pleasure was slow to build. Having came earlier, he would take longer to reach the same bliss that Rainbow Dash was drowning in as she pressed herself even harder against him. That was the point though - her reward, her pleasure, her chance to feel love instead of lust, while they both could still know the difference between the two.
There was no keeping count of the number of times Dash creamed on her master’s lap, but he was aware of how thoroughly soaked he had become down there. Juices running down his powerful legs, the hot stench of sweat and sex filling his nostrils and clinging to his coat. His ears rang with Dash’s screams, so much so that when she finally stopped, his ears were still ringing.
His second time still had not happened, though it was not far off.
Dash wasn’t moving anymore. He slowed his hips and eased the grip on her butt, until he stopped moving completely, leaving Dash to lean limply against his board chest, taking shallow breaths. He had worn her out.
He could not see her face as she rested her head against his shoulder. She was soaked in sweat, and still squeezing him like a vice.
It didn’t matter. Much as his cock needed release, he didn’t give in. He didn’t disturb Dash. Instead he let her butt go, wrapping his arms around her thin waist to keep her close. She stirred a little against him. He could not see it, but he could feel her drool on his shoulder where she had bit him. Or maybe it was her tears. His back stung slightly, most likely from scratches he hadn’t realized Dash as making. Marks of ownership, he thought to himself with a chuckle.
It was true - his cock, his cum, his lust, and his love, were all for his slave, and her only. He belonged to her as much as she belonged to him.
Hiding away inside the cellar, away from the world and what it had become, Big Mac thought of all the other ways throughout the weekend he would show Rainbow Dash how much she belonged only to him. His soft smile stretched into a smirk; his balls could wait - there would be no shortage of cum for his slave.
***
“How’s that feel?” Big Mac asked as he rubbed a washcloth slowly over Dash’s back. She rested on her stomach, laying over a large thick towel as her master gently scrubbed her. Although this presented him with a clear and close view of Dash’s painful wing sheaths, he kept his focus on the comfort he could give her, rather than the constant discomfort she was forced to live with.
Not forced though… not if she could pretend.
That was a dangerous assumption to make. Even still, it was hard for Big Mac to fully ignore the stark black sheaths he was helpless to do anything about, and harder still to imagine how they would look if they were a deep, blood red.
“Nice,” Dash spoke, pulling Big Mac’s attention back to the here and now, “Better than being hosed down at least.”
She chuckled, he didn’t. He couldn’t, as he had done the same thing to wash down his own slaves.
The thought made him rinse the washcloth again, using a small tin bucket filled with room temperature water. He was kneeling behind her, as naked as Dash. His desires to empty his balls inside her had been pushed back, for the time being, as he focused on the more important work of steadily washing over Dash’s shoulder, working the tense muscle underneath. He almost missed hearing her sigh contently.
“This is better than spanking,” Mac couldn’t help but point out the obvious.
“You think it’s wrong?”
Mac stopped moving. The question seemed simple, but Dash’s accusation suggested it was anything but.
The truth was, he did think it was wrong. The simple truth was that it was wrong for both of them to like it so much.
But life nowadays was hardly simple anymore. The definition of ‘wrong’ had undergone a radical change in Equestria.
“What we’re doing right now, others out there would call wrong.”
“What do you call spanking my ass until it’s red and sore?”
“...”
Necessary, Mac thought to himself, again eyeing her wing sheaths.
Having not gotten answer from him, Rainbow Dash turned to look behind her at the solemn face of her master. His face was hard to read, his eyes even more so. There was an uncomfortable silence between them before Mac spoke up again, eyes holding Dash’s gaze.
“I can make you feel good without hitting you.”
Big Mac spoke those words as clearly as he could. Like his sister, lying was unnatural to him. When it came to how he could make his mare feel, lying was as impossible as the sun turning cold. “I can prove it.”
That got Rainbow Dash to raise a speculative eyebrow at him. To her, it sounded almost like a challenge.
“Lay down,” he ordered, and Dash obeyed without a moment’s hesitation.
He moved closer, practically sitting on over Dash’s upper legs. The inside of his thighs brushed against her recently abused butt, but that wasn’t where his attention would be, yet.
Setting the wash cloth back in the bucket, Mac placed both his wet hands just above Dash’s ass, and firmly slid them up her sides. His fingers pressed together as they spread out, thumbs touching at the tips as he followed up the curve of Dash’s spine, parting to avoid the sheaths, and rubbing over her shoulder blades, before pulling his hands slowly back the way they came.
He repeated this motion several times, feeling the tense muscles under his weathered hands. Up and over her shoulder blades, Mac kept his massaging at a steady pace, evenly applying pressure with considerable skill. It wasn’t long before he settled on just rubbing her shoulder blades, careful to avoid touching the base of the wing sheaths.
Even being careful, the movement was enough to earn a small grunt of displeasure from Dash. He was too close to the base of her wings.
Mac shifted focus, letting his hands rub higher, over her shoulders, close to the base of her neck. His thumbs went to work rubbing circles over knots of muscle, making Dash moan loudly in response as discomfort melted into pleasure. It wasn’t long before stubborn muscle submitted to the strength in Mac’s hands, earning soft murmurs of contentment from Dash, and as he quickly noticed, subtle squirming of her hips.
Dash’s tail swung to the side, staying out of the way and allowing Mac’s eyes to have a full view of his slave’s pert ass. He hadn’t forgotten about giving it some attention.
His hands slide back down from Dash’s shoulders, down her sides and slim waist, before settling just above her butt. Quiet gasps came from Dash as Mac began rubbing his hands in small circles just below her waistline, fingers reaching out to cover as much of her as they could. His thumbs went back to work, pressing and circling from the base of her spine and down to the start of her crack.
Dash whimpered in response, and squirmed more.
He hardly blinked as he moved his hands. It was hard to miss hearing Dash’s breathing became heavier as he worked. Again he switched from focusing on a small part of her body to rubbing more fully, hands circling over his slave’s toned ass cheeks. He was gentle, knowing it might still sting her to be touched there. If there was any discomfort, Dash showed no signs of it bothering her.
He rubbed his hands up along Dash’s waist, circling back to cup her butt fully, feeling how easily it fit in his large hands. There was no squeezing or groping, just the steady sensual rubbing that pressed her cheeks together as his hands rubbed up from under her butt to the middle of it, bringing her cheeks tightly together, only to repeat the motions again and again.
This was his, he realized. Rainbow Dash’s beautiful, sexy butt, belonged to him. His hands made that clear as they continued the massage, earning needy whines from his beautiful, sexy slave. No other stallion would ever make the proud and awesome Rainbow Dash feel the way he could, and a swell of pride filled him. His cock stiffened, nudging just under her butt, slowly getting thicker as he watched her squirm more under his fingers.
Instead of rubbing to fully cover Dash’s cheeks in his hands again, Mac slide his hands down, thumbs following along the tight divide of her ass, until they came to the bottom of her butt. Dash’s approval of this change was instant as she felt him push his hands out to rub back up like before, only after letting his thumbs press and spread her open, tugging on her mons before sliding back up along her ass to repeat the motion all over.
After a few iterations, Dash’s moans became more heated and Big Mac could feel how wet she was becoming. It felt so easy for him to do this to her, to get her in this state, practically whimpering for more of his gentle touch. His cock stiffened more in response, but he ignored his own growing ache as he repeated his motions, watching as Dash raised her sexy butt higher to him, giving his hands a chance to linger lower.
“More…” Dash begged.
Her plea made Mac’s erection twitch.
As his hands came back under Dash, his left hand stopped, and his right reached a little deeper between her closed legs, unable to open them while he sat over her. His fingertips brushed across her heated slit, and he thought back to how roughly he had pumped himself into her before. He felt no desire to be rough now. His fingertips moved slowly as they explored across her slit and applied just enough pressure to make his intentions clear.
Dash was eager to respond, her whimpers urging him on. Her self control in this had surprised Mac. His slave deserved a reward.
Slowly, his middle and ring fingers entered Dash’s tight sex. His hand stayed palm down, rubbing at an angle that made his thick fingers grind against Dash’s g-spot, making her much more vocal. He took silent pleasure as he watched her back tense from his thrusting fingers. Her butt flexed for his amusement, and when his thumb found her swollen clit, Dash cried out as a slowly built orgasm finally struck her, washing over his hand.
Mac’s fingers didn’t stop.
He kept up the same pace, his thumb applying the same pressure and speed as he sought to make his Beau cum again. Rainbow Dash clenched her fists at her sides, hips trembling as she kept them raised for her master and his busy hand. He thought he heard her plead for him to go faster, and he was happy to oblige.
She tightened around him again, and he felt her cum running down his wrist. Still, his hand did not stop. His eyes stayed trained on how he made her perfect butt jiggle and bounce under his hand. He could smell her, and himself. The two scents mixed together and created a warm musk that made Mac’s mouth water and his cock leak with eager precum. His heart raced and he was vaguely aware of sweating. He could hear the sound of her wetness sloshing around his thick fingers more than he could hear his slave’s orgasmic moans.
All the while, his thumb had stayed motionless over her swollen clit. When he started to rub it back and forth over her, her screams finally got his attention away from her ass.
Rainbow Dash was drooling on the floor, eyes forward but seeing nothing.
Mac stopped. Even still, he could feel her squeezing him on and off, trembling around his fingers. His hand felt soaked. Slowly, he eased her back to laying down, gently pulling his fingers out of her. He watched her pant, face flushed, her smile adorable in a goofy, carefree sort of way that he almost didn’t recognize.
She looked even more beautiful to him.
“I told you,” Mac pointed out, not minding that Dash didn’t, or rather couldn’t, respond to him.
Seeing that she needed time to recover, he brought his hand up to his face. Her scent was stronger now, intoxicating. Her rubbed her cum over his fingers, feeling of very slippery it was, just thick enough that he could make little threads connecting his fingers together before they broke off.
Big Mac was not a stallion to fall into temptations, and somewhere in the back of his mind, his ever soft-spoken voice told him, No.
It was a simple statement, but met with a more complex response.
Why not?
He gave his fingers a small lick.
There was no way to define the taste of his mare’s cum. It tasted like nothing he knew, but he knew he liked it. The small bit of juices on his tongue made him want to taste more, to try and pinpoint just what she tasted like to him.
Another glance at Dash stopped him. Her eyes were closed now, her body relaxed as she breathed slow and steady. She was sleeping peacefully.
He could taste her later.
Once more, his cock throbbed from his neglect. It was impossible to ignore now, and as he took hold of himself, he hissed at the sensitivity of his pole. He was harder than he could remember being. With his cum soaked hand, Mac stroked himself, keeping his eyes down on Dash, his gaze finding its way back to her ass.
He grunted, stroking faster, aiming his cock a little lower. His orgasm didn’t wait.
It would be his third time cumming in a single day, more than he had managed in months prior of having no release at all, or even the desire for such pleasure. His cum rushed out out, filling the divide between Dash’s cheeks. His hips gave a few helpful thrusts and his hand stroked faster as he painted his slave’s cheeks white. A rush filled his head as the last few spurts of his seed leaked out.
Just as Dash had before, he was looking ahead, but saw nothing. He wasn’t even aware of his own equally-goofy smile.
***
“Okay, this should be good enough.”
Big Mac checked all around him once again. He didn’t like that he couldn’t feel safe on his own property. The sun had finally set, though he saw no moon in the sky. The stars were out, dim as could be, but still scattered across the empty dark sky.
At his side, a cloaked and hooded Rainbow Dash moved away as much as her leash would allow, then squatted over the grass and made a sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder.
Facing the opposite way, Big Mac followed suit, releasing a hot stream of piss on a nearby bush. Both he and Dash had only managed a little sleep before the overwhelming need for relief demanded that they step out of the safety of the cellar and risk exposure.
Lucky for him, the lights in the house were dark. The farm was quiet. His slaves would be in the barn, AJ would be in the house, and her cage would have a tarp over it to be sure Dash never saw it. By all rights, no would be around to see the owner of the farm finally show his face, and no one would ever see the curious cloaked slave having a piss with her master.
His hand tightened on the rope he used as a makeshift leash.
If… if someone did catch them, he at least wouldn’t have to explain why he had a black collar slave with him that could move around freely. Much as he hated it, the leash was for Dash’s own good.
As he closed his trousers up, he turned back to Dash, seeing that she was still squatting, but her head was raised up.
She was looking out to the sky, and Big Mac felt a chill go down his spine that had nothing to do with the night wind.
In her oversized cloak, looking rather hunched over due to the protrusion of her wing sheaths, Mac could just make out the unreadable expression on Dash’s face as she stared unblinking into the black sky. Her eyes darted in different directions, as if searching for something.
A feeling of unease started spreading in Mac’s heart. He clenched his teeth, a part of him remembering that Rainbow Dash most likely never got to go outside in the state she was in now, without something impeding her movement, making her slow. As much as he didn’t want to be outside, he didn’t want to rush his Beau back inside either.
“Where are the clouds?” Rainbow Dash finally spoke.
Her voice was quiet, as if she were speaking more to herself than to her master.
“The clouds?”
“The Everfree is so close, but there’s no clouds. The weather is… perfect.”
Big Mac didn’t know how to respond. Looking up to the sky, he realized he never had to worry about Everfree clouds coming over his farm, threatening lightning or unwanted rain. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the weather had actually not been a problem for his farm, even after the Fall.
That was the problem.
He saw Dash’s eyes still hopelessly looking for a cloud, some imperfection in the sky she use to master. It was breaking Mac’s heart.
“We need to go back inside.”
He wasn’t looking to see Dash’s eyes look down.
“Yeah… okay.”
He heard her stand up, but still didn’t face her as he started walking her back to the cellar. With every step he took, the memory of the time they had spent together earlier that day felt more and more alien to him. He was questioning now how he had allowed himself to let go so much, to let himself think the way it was, or why he had do so with such scary ease.
There would still be a day left with Dash in his care, followed by an agonizing period where he wouldn’t know when he’d be able to see her again. If he would be able to see her again, assuming he played by the rules, lived up to expectations, and didn’t disappoint. A crushing sense of doom struck him as he realized those all applied to his sister as well, even if she would never know it.
It would be just another secret he would have to keep from her. For her own good.
Tomorrow would not be like today, Mac knew. There were other things he could do for Dash, rather than to her. There were things he could and should tell her.
As they approached the cellar doors, Mac felt no excitement for entering them.
That moment had passed.
