Penumbra's Tale

There was a torrential downpour outside, and the weather ponies couldn’t contain it. Canterlot was going to be drenched and cleanup was going to be hell. Being forced to stay inside with him wasn’t how she planned today. Elegant didn’t hate her husband, but she was growing to dislike him more and more with every passing day.

Penultimate, thankfully, was being docile for now, sitting on his ass and drinking as usual, watching the television. He would make snarky comments here and there, but was otherwise silent. He grit his teeth often, and his hair was a mess. He did not make good care of himself. But one thing that continued to stay the same, was that he would keep his cutie mark–if he even had on–covered with some sort of wrapping. Being as it was a strong identifier of a pony, he had to keep it hidden even from those considered “close.”

Little Penumbra had been confined to his room, instructed not to exit it unless it was dinnertime, and Elegant was was in the kitchen making exactly that, despite that it was only four in the afternoon. She had to keep herself busy, and out of his direct sight, if she wanted him to go easy on her.

Otherwise, she would be struck or raped. Despite being legally bind to him through the marriage contract, she did not like being touched by him anymore. He did not respect her, he did not care for her, and he did not treat her like another pony–treating her like she was dirt instead.

Hopefully sitting down at the dinner table, he wouldn’t go off on one of his tangents of , well, anything. Some days, when he was around, he stayed silent, and eventually left. Other days, he was drunk off his ass, and abused both of them.

She wanted out.

Out of this situation, and out of his life. But she was afraid to say anything, since he had threatened her and her son’s very life on several occasions.

What happened to him?

He used to be such a nice caring pony, and then suddenly he turned into this monster. She couldn’t even confide in her closest friend, the princess herself, Celestia, for fear that by the time she had issued help, that the worm Penultimate said he had in the castle would tell him and that he’d fulfill his threats and be gone before anypony had anything to do about it.

Living in constant fear and trying her best to protect her son was taking a lot out of her and she didn’t know how much more she could take. When was it all going to end?

Of course, to her, that meant, when will he finally kill us?

Suddenly, the grease of the pan began to pop violently and hit her face in small droplets, burning her. She screamed in pain, attracting her husband’s attention from his show.

“What’re you going on about now, bitch?”

She gulped, “N-nothing! I just had a little mishap, dearie.”

“Keep it quiet!”

“O-of course! Sorry!”

She sighed in relief, glad he didn’t deem it enough to actually go in there and mess with her. She was always afraid one day he might walk in there when she was cooking, grab a hot pan and slam it into her face. The small burns of the grease only made that fear even worse.

In his room, Penumbra was watching the rain fall from his window. He had no toys, his father wouldn’t allow it, and no electronics, he wouldn’t allow those either. It was an empty room except for his bed and some books. He had already read all the books a thousand times, and it was much more interesting to watch the rain and let his imagination go instead.

It was all he had for now. And because of the rain, school got canceled, since it was so heavy. Not even earth ponies could walk out in it without it feeling like gravity had been tripled.

The little unicron sighed, his gaze going downward to look at the cobbled streets, and how vibrant the colors seemed to pop against the oncoming storm of wetness. He supposed he could writie a story, but of what? There was no inspiration, especially when his dad was home. There was only fear and sadness.

Pen just wanted his father to leave again so that he could have fun. He hated him, and how he decided to beat up on his mother, and sometimes even slug him a few times. What gave him such a sense of entitlement? Why did he have to be so mean to the both of them? They had never done anything wrong. They didn’t diserve his meanness.

He swore that he would never be like him. And he swore that one day, he would avenge both of them, both himself, but mainly his mother.

Elegant finally finished the food, and went on to set the table nice and neat as she did every day, but this time putting down a third plate since her husband happened to be home this time. Then she set the food as well, and made everypony a drink, setting those as well.

“Dinner is ready!”

Both Pens heard it, but it was the little one that was first to listen and come out of his room, rushing to the table and getting into his seat.

There was a different set of rules to abide to when Penultimate was home. Before, he could come out within a few minutes of the call, but with his father home, it had to be immediately, and wait at the table until everyone was seated and had his okay to begin to eat.

Elegant sat down in her own chair, right across from her son, and gave him a small smile, hoping to cheer him up even in the slightest. He gave one back, hoping for the same thing, but they both knew how pained the other was, and only wished for the agony to end sooner, no matter how.

The pegasus cleared his throat from the other room and finally got up, walking deliberately slow towards the dining room and eventually sat at the edge of the table, as the “head of the house” should. He looked between the two of them, sneering at his son in particular, hating to look at him, and finally nodded at both of them, permitting them to eat.

The dinner proceeded in absolute silence, except for the normal sounds of eating. Nopony said a word unless Penultimate said something first. It was the general rule of thumb.

When the pegasus finished his food, he stared at Penumbra, who quickly swallowed what he was chewing and set his eating utensil down. He was still hungry, but when his father was done, he had to be as well. Elegant stopped eating as well. It wasn’t enforced on her, but she never took any chances with him.

Smirking, Pen Sr. scooted back in his chair, revealing that he had an erection, standing up from his groin. His attention turned to Elegant.

“Come here, and get your dessert.”

Oh Celestia no, not in front of Penumbra.

The little unicorn began to stand up and leave to his room, but the older stallion barked at him with a sharp “Did I fucking say you could get up?” to which he abruptly sat back down and looked away from his father.

Elegant gulped, and trot over to him, muttering lightly, but loud enough where he could hear her, but not her son.

“Please, let him go to his room…”

“No.”

She closed her eyes as a small tear escaped. Why must he do this? She gulped again, and used her magic to unhinge her jaw so that she could take him in. Being a smaller mare with a larger stallion had it’s issues.

Without wasting any more time, she took his entire shaft into her mouth, and only prayed that Pen wasn’t looking, as more tears streamed down her jaw. It hurt her mouth so much to do this.

After hearing that he was pleased so far, she began to bob her head up and down several times, and quickly, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible. It was painful, and it was hard, but she had to endure it for now. If she didn’t, he would hurt her more intentionally.

And perhaps Pen too. She didn’t want that.

It never took him long with her. Since she was such a small mare, her everything seemed to hug his cock tighter than an average mare and he climaxed in her throat some, before pulling it out and letting the rest cover her face and some in her hair. All the while saying incredibly raunchy things just for the sole intent of having his son, that he never wanted, to hear them.

“You should dye your coat sometime so that I can actually see my cum on your face. You white mares are so boring…”

He stood up and left her there to sit in shame by the dining table, crying as she magically hinged her jaw back, as painful as that was.Well, as painful as the whole experience was actually.

Then there was an explanation of delight from the living room.

“Rain’s stopped! I’m out of here. Thanks for the blowjob, Elegant. Might be back later, might now. If not, see you in a few days. Or maybe a week, who knows.”

The pegasus left the house with a slam of the door, shattering one of the windows on the door.

“Pen… go to your room… don’t look at mommy… I’m gonna go shower soon…” she croaked through the pain, continuing to silently cry as she sat there, thankful that he decided to leave.

“Yes, mom…”

That was the last time either of them saw Penultimate for several years.