Making Honey

"Breaking Honey"

Buttercup came upstairs and turned to close the door behind herself. Ironhoof could hear their latest victim's crying, even from there, up to when the door was shut. Then... silence. The butler noticed Buttercup wasn't smiling as he expected, and up much earlier.

"What's wrong?"

Buttercup bit her lip. This wasn't the first time to have something bad happen, but it was the first for her to be unhappy in this way. She spoke from the heart.

"Honey is being difficult," Buttercup replied, with a smirk. "She said bad words, at me... I've got a mean baby in my cellar, Ironhoof."

The butler's eyes went wide.

"I see."

"I know I like to see them first, but... could you please talk to her? Help her understand swearing at Mommy is not okay. You know I don't have the stomach to do much more spank, especially with a cute bottom like hers, but I think this calls for a bit more."

"In my mind, Buttercup," Ironhood began, "I've already got a few ideas to help with this, but... are you sure you're okay with me disciplining her?"

"Will it involve giving her more scars or bruises? Pretty please don't hurt her, she's much too nice-looking. Well, no broken bones at least... you know I don't like that."

"At worst a minor bruise or two, but I don't think it's going to need to go that far."

"Please inspire more feelings in her than pain. I want her crying for mommy, wetting herself... well, wetting herself again. I want to be there for her... eventually."

"I've something in mind that might do both, stemming from humiliation, and afterwards, for all this trouble... ,aybe you can have her docile once we're done?"

"Well," Buttercup bit her forehoof. "I trust you. Go show her who's boss. For me. No injections, though... not yet anyway."

"As you wish." He turned away, headed off for the hall, where not far off was a door with his instruments shut tightly behind it. "Strange you can tolerate cleaning them up, but you cannot deal with a tiny bit of blood, save what comes out of their personal area."

"I'm motherly. I make no excuses for it. I do love the look on their faces the first time they let go, though, and I wipe them clean. You know that."

"Indeed. Now you've Inspire me."

* * *

For a brief moment the door opened, but not very wide. The young mare could almost see. Then it closed again, and silence... save an occasional crinkle and her own whimpering.

"Who- ... who's there?" she asked, knowing what her answer might be.

As half-expected, her response was only silence. A long while of silence. Then she heard something. Soft... powerful. The exhale from a stallion.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Dream..." the voice said, sounding as though it was all around her. "Hanging high, I see?"

The voice was familiar... but groggy and in the darkness she wasn't sure she hadn't just thought it.

"Mr. Ironhoof...? Is that you?" Silence, yet again. "Can you let me out of here-"

There was sharp click and suddenly Diamond felt her entire body flip forward. The young mare screeched, preparing in her mind to hit the floor, which she was sure was concrete (in actuality it was padded with pink plush). She stopped, feeling her weight pull on her body as it normally did not, stretching on her hind legs almost painfully... as though she was moments from being let go and cracking her head open on the floor. She whimpered, as there wasn't much more she could do. She felt the heavy, clammy sensation of the wet diaper slumping down on her crotch.

"I have you upside down," the voice said in her ear. "You must be punished, Diamond, for insulting my mistress. She's here to love and care for you, always and forever, and you've repaid her with vulgarity. Believe me, this will not be tolerated."

Without thinking, and just the dull ache in her head to back her up, Diamond Dream spoke from the heart:

"I'm sorry! Please just let me go... I can't see and I don't know why this is-"

Click.

She felt a tug on her shirt as something was tacked on near the left sleeve.

"I can see you, I have my ways. That's all you need to know. Now open your mouth." Diamond kept her lips shut tight as she felt something rubbery being shoved in her face. It clicked on the end as she fought, twisting her head from side to side. "I said open... this will not harm you, but it will be the only comfort you get as I carry out a common, yet somewhat archaic, procedure on you. You shall be physically the same by the end. Nothing missing, except maybe the last few remnants of your pride. This must be carried out. Now open your mouth!"

Upside down, with her lips closed, Diamond continued to resist as she felt the round bulb pressed firmly against her lips. It was ovular enough in shape, and it almost slipped through the crack of her teeth, but she kept her mouth shut too tightly.

"If this is what you want..."

Before she could react, she felt the bulb being retracted and then a moment of silence. Peace. This was cut short, however, when she felt a tremendous impact against her ribs, collapsing her barrel, leaving her with a searing pain in her gut. With it Ironhoof exhaled, though she could hardly hear anything over the pain and her own gasping. Her mouth, naturally, opened, tears streaming from her upside down face as the bulb was slipped inside where it nestled perfectly, as if it were meant to be there.

"Suck," the butler commanded, as the object was held in place. "Just suck... that's all. Nothing more."

Diamond groaned in pain, but did as she was told, exhaling through her nose.

"My mistress really doesn't want me hurting you," his voice whispered. "But if you refuse to follow even simple instructions you will be dealt with. I don't want to hurt you, but I also do not care. Do as we tell you, and I will never, ever strike you again. I will treat you with kindness, as will my mistress. You've got my word."

Diamond simply hung upside down, in tears, sucking on this mysterious rubbery object.

"You have got an adult pacifier in your mouth," the butler continued to whisper, releasing the pressure on her face. "You will find comfort in it, if not now, then eventually... and it will stay in place while I'm here. Please nod to show me you understand what I'm saying."

"Mm-hmmm." Diamond nodded.

"Now," his voice sounded louder as something clicked near Diamond's head. "Normally Buttercup sees our foal first... but you require a bit of extra attention. You are her foal, you are her property, for good. She chooses not to have much, but she takes great care of what's hers." More clicking noises filled the air as Ironhoof stood up, attaching something to the foot of the table. "You will eat what she provides for you, and find enjoyment in it. You will soil those garments we have you in and she will clean you. It will become easier as time goes on, trust me. Eventually you will suckle from her bosom every day, and she will play with you intently. You will not try to escape." His lips against her ear, he continued to whisper, "I've broken a mare's leg before, without tools... and it's easier than you think. And your wings are only bound so because Buttercup does not want me amputating them. I would, if she asked, even if she asked you be awake to feel it."

She could not think for long as suddenly she felt a tugging at her back, two hooves reaching for her tail. She tried to flatter her bottom against the table, but with a simple push against her thighs Ironhoof made that impossible.

"Hold still, or you know what's coming your way."

Reluctantly, and holding back every ounce of panic she could, Diamond did as she was told... continuing to suck in the pacifier as he had instructed.

"You're being very good for me. Younger mares tend to break more easily." She felt hard plastic being slipped past her bottom, guided towards a very personal place. Quickly she realized it was a tube.

She began to kick slightly, though it did little good. She'd heard of what she was about to get done to her, but no hospital in all of Equestria liked doing it anymore because dependency could result.

With the pacifier in her mouth, she cried "No..." though by that point Ironhoof was already guiding the rigid plastic end towards it's intended target. Despite her clenching and attempts to cover herself with her tail, it slipped right inside with just a small amount of pressure and a good amount of discomfort... bordering on pain.

"It's in." She could almost hear the butler smirk as he exhaled. She then head a pop and smelled a familiar, astringent smell -- soap. "This won't take long. Afterwards you will be flipped upright. Consider that your reward. You must be left to think about what you've done, wallowing in your own wastes. I know you're soaked as it is."

The pacifier fell, consequences or not, Diamond Dream would say what was on her mind.

"Please! I'm really sorry! I don't want this!" She kicked. "I don't want an enem-"

She was silenced as Ironhoof had put the rubbery bulb back in her mouth.

"Suck," he commanded. "Or else you know what will happen to you." She did as she was told, whimpering softly. "There." He stood up and she felt him fiddling with something heavy at the foot of the restraints. "If I have to crouch again to put that back where it belongs, there will be trouble." Diamond simply cried in response. "I can count down for you... would you like that?"

There was only one thing she could say:

"Mmm-hm."

"Never say I wasn't generous... you will feel it after one. Five... four... three..." Diamond moaned and groaned in dread as the Butler counted on and tears streamed by her forehead. "two... one."

There was a moment of silence. Other than being upside down with achy insides and having a tube in her rump, Diamond felt surprisingly numb. She anticipated the unpleasant sensation, though it was taking longer than expected.

"There."

It came all at once -- her insides flooding with cold, soapy water. It went deeper than she thought it ever could in the brief time she'd been dreading this experience. It kept going, causing her to shiver, aided by, she could only guess, gravity.

"In minutes this will be over. Maybe you'll have company soon, or maybe you'll be left for hours... if you're good to the Mistress, we will make a routine for you. You won't have to think, just be... now that doesn't sound so terrible, does it?" Ironhoof looked down to see Diamond Dream wincing in pain and humiliation with her face scrunched up. He smiled, glancing at the bag and giving it a good squeeze. "Seconds left... almost a full minute to go."

In response all Diamond did was cry, silently, feeling the cold sting deep inside her body. Ironhoof knew from the start that the soap was a bit too concentrated, but the idea wasn't just to create desperation.

"There." With a single slip she felt the tube taken away and her diaper being pull back into place. "Try to relax..." A click filled the air and, slowly, Diamond felt herself being turned up right, where the intense pressure in her gut became even worse. "When the mistress sees you next, if the pacifier is not in place, I will be seeing down here again... just us."

All Ironhoof saw before him was the crying, young mare in bondage, a large pacifier in her mouth. That's all he wanted to see. She didn't have to make a sound for him to know he had made the difference his mistress wanted. With a click he removed what he'd set up and without another sound he left her there

She saw a faint ray of light as the door opened and shut again... leaving her in the dark with her swollen, bruised gut, and thoughts about her situation which made no sense.