Whoulda thought?

I've been laughing for a while now. I'm way past the point of tears, and I feel dehydrated. My throat is sore, and that feeling of joy is starting to be overrun by the need to stop. It's not a want, but I can't have everything I want in life. My brain is connected to all my pained cells in one way or another, so I have to stop, whether I like it or not.

I take a deep breath, but letting it out only results in a larger pit of laughter. "Make, make," I take another breath, "stop i-i-ittttt!" It takes me another minute to get words out again. "Serious! I'm being... oh my Celest- STOP!" I cry out in desperation. I don't know who I'm talking to. Am I talking to the filly? Or am I talking to myself? The universe?

Either way, it stops.

I hate it.

I hate this feeling. It's like I've fallen. No, it's more than that. I really can't explain it. So, I've fallen, and it's a heart attack, but it's not. It's deeper, like my essence just fell into an endless hole below me. I'm gone. But I'm here, and, I'm here. But I'm... not here? But it hurts. It's a longing, because it's not there. I can't. I need it back. No, I want it back.

"Please..." I breathe franticly. I'm alive, and I'm dead. I have a longing, but I'm already here.

"So I'm confused. Do you want to die of laughter, or laugh until you die?" Her tone is the same. It's always the same. The only time when it's not the same is when she's not the same. And that's when her horn is lit up. Wait, it was lit up, when I started laughing. And it's not lit up anymore. I think I find a connection.

My senses slowly come back to me, in small bursts of energy, one by one.

First, it's a sense of smell. But when I try to breathe in any scent at all, my nose is set on a freezing fire.

Next is taste. I'm surprised to not find any blood in my mouth, but it’s really dry. I need water. Right now. But I have a feeling I'm not supposed to leave just yet. Because I can't.

I get another burst, which wakes me up. My ears ring, and it's painful. Almost as painful as my cold, yet burning nostrils.

But I doubt I feel any of it. It's drowned out by longing. Remember? The longing for being happy again. It's dimmed, but I still feel it. This is when I look up at her, and notice her horn is flickering. It's flickering at the same rate in which I'm feeling that same happiness. Damn. So she’s the reason behind that amazing happiness. For some odd reason, I now respect her more than before. It must be a pretty hard spell, for just a filly.

The flickering stops, and the ringing does, too. But I only feel a flicker of that regretful feeling before her horn shimmers green, in a large flame. Every pain I felt before stops in its tracks, and I feel normal again. A good kind of normal. My tears dry up, and my throat feels refreshed. I can swallow again. I start floating up, and the only emotion I feel is pure content. I’m not sure how long I’m in the air. As the green flame in her horn dies down, I’m softly dropped, and my hooves touch the floor. It's easy to stand. The green flame leaves, replaced with her usual purple glow.

She's doing that thing again.

That thing that turns her into an unemotional, empty prick.

And her horn...

The magic was green before, wasn't it? Was that, "dark magic?" I say, more as a question to her then to myself. She smiles sweetly.

"Uh huh! Yeah, I used dark magic to make you happy. Don't you like it when you’re happy?" I wait a moment.

"..." I'm kind of shocked. "But doesn't using dark magic hurt your psyche?" I mean, that's what I hear sometimes, anyway, since some of the people who come into the shop at times are avid dark magic users. They're all Sombrists, though. Is she a Sombrist? She doesn't seem like a Sombrist.

She's been quiet for a while. I look at her, and I jump back. Her purple glow is half the size she is. Her eyes are black, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say it looks like her eyes never existed in the first place. "Sorry, bad question, I guess." I laugh nervously.

Her flame dies down, but only a little. She looks like she's suffering, and I can't stand it. I want to run away, but at the same time, I'm frozen.

Screw stereotypes.

I do the former, and head to the door. All of me expected I wouldn't make it, but I do, and the door opens with ease. Isn't she going to try to stop me? She looks as if she doesn't realize I've moved. Can she actually not see? I really shouldn't be here. I gallop out the door, and into the living room. The kitchen and living room are basically one room, so I spot the mother with. "H-hello?" I ask, careful not to anger her. This isn't the time to talk about what I did before.

"What do you want, brat?" Her tone is harsh, and I feel like I've been struck.

It's nothing compared to how I've felt so far.

I take a deep breath. "Well… Your daughter is suffering and she's sad and scared and I think she's blind and deaf and I think she can't see she couldn't see me leave and I don’t want to see her, her magic is really really big and she's hurting and please help her she's skared and I think I'm scared too." I would have let out a breath, but there was no more breath to let out. So instead, I sucked one in, and waited for her response.

She laughs.

The fuck?

"YOU CAN'T JUST LAUGH AT YOUR SUFFERING DAUGHTER, BITCH." A see a fork flying my way, and it stops in an inch from my face.

This doesn’t faze me.

"Don't call me a bitch, you should know simple things like that." She lets out another laugh, and shakes her head. "Already?"

I hear the door creek open, and I see her slowly walk to her mother. She yawns. She's tired? No she looks like she's just slept. Like she's waking up. "Did he leave?" Did she not notice me? She walked right past me. I think she's talking about me.

"I-I'm right here..." She looks up, almost shocked, and smiles.

"Yes!" She runs to me. "Let's get married later, mkay?" I shake my head. Did I hear her right? It sounded like she wanted to get married! Can you believe that?? I'm going crazy, definitely.

"Sorry, say that again?" I'm still confused about the sudden change of her emotions, but I feel like that was just part of some big plan, or something.

"I said dummy, let's get married! Of course I'll want you to propose to me. Me proposing to you would just be silly! You can talk to my dad, and arrange the most perfectest date ever! And it'll be by moonlight, and you could be all romantic and stuff... Remember, I like totally cliché things, so don't worry about getting me anything differently special.~" She ends her ramble with a wink. I stare at her, dumbstruck. So I did hear her correctly, then.

"But, I, you, I'm..." I take a deep breath, and clear my throat. "I'm twice your age, and maybe more. And you can't just force someone into marriage, it's just kind of..."

I get cut off by the mother. "You don't have a choice in this. You either marry her, or..."

And then she gets cut off by her daughter.

“Oh mommy, don't worry, he knows that, he's just being handsome.~" She winks at me again, and I get a pit in my stomach. "And about the kid thing, it's called a fetish, in case you haven't heard. I like mature guys.~" She doesn't wink this time, but she says this in a trying-to-be-seductive voice, that instead, makes me want to puke. I never thought she'd be one to take charge. Though in reality, I should have expected it. I mean, to be honest, she doesn't seem like a dominant at all, much less to say a submissive. It's like she wants normal, run of the mill sex.

I laugh nervously. "You're really funny. But the jokes kind of getting old, don't you think?" I'm holding on to a spider's thread. But I've already fallen. It's painfully obvious that she's not joking. Her mother laughs, and the filly looks disturbed.

She shakes her head. "I'm glad you thought it was a joke. A lot of people think I'm serious, and get weirded out." She sounds mocking, yet sincere. It's like she's acting, but I believe her. There's no edge to her voice, but it's replaced with lies. But she's telling the truth. She’s so conflicting, that everything stays balanced.

Maybe there is a thread.

It's still there, and I feel like it's braided into rope. I chuckle at myself. "What?" Then I chuckle to the situation. “What?” I look up. Her horn isn't glowing, so it's my own laughter. She laughs with me.

Anyways, wanna see somethin cool?" I eye her suspiciously, but then shake it off. She's just a normal little filly who can do dark magic and make other's feel really happy. It's probably her cutiemark, to be honest. I follow her back into her room, as the mother waves us off.

As soon as we enter her room, she closes and locks the door. She puts her hoof to her lips, and lets out a long, exaggerated, "sssshhhhhhhh..." She goes into a corner, and lifts a diamond square thing with her magic. Her horn stays glowed, and I'm filled with a sense of childish wonder and awe.

There's a set of stairs. She walks down with ease, and I follow her, all because I want to. No strings attached, I just want to. I feel no other emotion, but it's not crushing enough that I need to. I just wanna. I squeeze myself through the small opening, and the stairway immediately widens. I follow her down, into a large, dark basement.

There's a single table, with a variety of objects. Odd looking household objects. I blush, recognizing some of them. There's a dildo, an adjustable cock ring, lube, and a strap on. I giggle. So she wasn't lying after all! I find the very concept hilarious.

I lie on my back, and look up. On the roof, I see three pieces of rope that tie together and pile up in the ground. Directly under it, there are four straps bolted to the floor. They look like they could hold down for hooves.

I hear a childish humming sound. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." It's like an engine roaring, but softer. It's coming from behind me. Before I can look, four hooves brace my back, and I level myself. It feels like she broke my spine as I almost fall forward onto my face. I laugh, I find it adorable.

"Puppy!" She clips something around my neck, and it jingles. It's a collar. I shake my head side to side, cheerfully enjoying the jingling sound.

"So, ya ready?" She pays my head, and it this point, I'd be ready for anything if she just kept speaking to me with that sugar and honey, no, honey flavored whipped cream, voice.

"Yes!"

"Great!" She replies, ever too quickly. But she's not talking to me, she’s talking in annoyance to herself. I look beside me, and I can see her tap her horn with her hoof. It lets out light sparks, then shimmers. The flame grows, and she looks like she's struggling. I feel something incase my body, rendering me immobile. I can't move, and it's like I'm not the one controlling my body anymore. A light tingling feeling encases my skin, but I let it entangle me.

I have no control over my own emotions.

So?

I have no control over my body.

So?

I have been imprisoned for most of my life, only to be freed and imprisoned again, only this time by a little girl.

What's your point?

It's whatever. I really don't care. But it's not a suicidal type of not caring. I'm just indifferent.

Apathetic.

Detached.

Distant.

Cold.

Freezing, actually. Is there a fan blowing on me? I look around. Are basements supposed to be so cold? But it feels like the cold is blowing on me, like the basement is air conditioned at a low temperature. I guess it fits, but I could really use a blanket or something. The cold is mostly on my back though, and in some downward streaks on my sides. Ah, whatever.

My eyes drift to the four hoof clamps, and the rope. Where is that filly by the way? I blink, and she's there. Okay? That was...

Really really cool! I've never seen a pony teleport in a blink of an eye like that. I mean, I have, but not a filly! Plus, there wasn't a shimmer or anything! Usually there's a shimmer in the air, or maybe even a burn mark on the floor. But not her! She just... Appeared! Like she was already there! I feel drawn to the four hoof clamps, and drawn to her. In fact, I gallop the short distance it takes. I hear something behind me. Pinballs? Or like, pool balls hitting against each other? I don't pay it any attention though, and the sound stops when I stop. My bell jingles, and she smiles sweetly.

"Mk, so all you gotta do is..." She points so a few things and explains how to tie myself up, and I oblige. It was surprisingly easy. She stomps her front hooves to the floor, applauding. I blush and look away, honored at her appraisal.

But because of that appraisal, everything else around me has gone numb again. I start feeling more dripping streaks down my sides. Nothing to worry about. I see she has a knife in her mouth. I don't really think about much why she has it in her mouth, and not her magic. It does cross my mind, though. It's probably because she's using up all her magic to levitate herself.

All I know is I want her mouth to be occupied with mine, instead. I look behind me, staring intimately at her. "Ah?~ Am I getting a makeover?" She blushes, then giggles. "Even better!"

I smirk. "And what, pray tell~"

"A HAIRCUT!" Her voice is psychotic, and I’d love to hear more of it. The sound rings in my ears, because she screamed the lines. She drops to the floor, and takes the knife in her magic. She slices my tail off, skinning the tip of where my skin starts. It doesn't really phase me, though. I'm more focused on her, then anything. "Aww,~ what about my mane?"

"I'll cut it off in a second." She seems annoyed, which really turns me on.

"You sure, baby? Maybe I could cut out off for you, sweetie~"

"Eww." She interrupts me. She interrupted...!

This is boring. Why was I doing that again? Whatever. I feel an embrace around all four of my hooves, and I smile at the feeling. Their like groups of little tiny strands if cloth, all bunching together and creating adorable little ropes.

My head is suddenly lighter, and I wonder if it's because she cut my hair. I immediately get this answer when it's playfully shoved into my mouth. I see her teleport in a piece of duct tape. When she rips a length of tape and cuts it with her scissors, she looks like a cat playing with a ball of yarn. She slaps the duct tape onto my mouth, and I let out a small moan, as my dick pulses.

The moan catches in my throat when I realize it's not my type of thing to be turned onto. I'm suddenly confused, any my erection goes down a bit. When did I get an erection, anyway? You know what? It was probably at that one emotional phase, when I was trying and failing at being romantic. I feel a pulse of something indescribable. Isn't there something she missed?

I look down, to see a puddle forming on the floor. It's wet and cold. It's the air condition feeling. Ok? I'm not sure why it would be at my feet, but I won't question it. I put the thought to the back of my mind for a bit. Oh, and it's left most of my back, too. I wonder why...

It refills my back, but it's still at my feet. I'm perplexed, and I want an answer. Although, I'm probably not going to get one soon, so I mentally wave it off.

"I'm gonna give you a massage, mk?"

Ooh, a massage. "Go ahead! I've never had a massage before." I say, wondering what it'll be like.

"Well it kinda feels like this!" There's a demonic acidity in her voice, like she's trying to let something out. I hear four clanking sounds, and she massages all four of my legs at one, each one having a hoof surrounding it. So I guess that's massage.

"What'd you think?" She asks intuitively.

I tilt my head, wondering what I think about the experience. "Well, I guess I thought it'd be longer..."

"Yeah, it should be, but I'm kinda in a hurry." She says, generally not sorry, but I feel like she apologized.

"Okay, I get ya."

"But you do feel better, don't you?" She asks hopefully, fear encasing her voice.

I feel a sudden euphoria erupt from every leg joint possible, times four. "Yeah, it feels great!"

"Awesome! Lemme just do one more thing here... and done!"

Everything dims, her horn stops glowing, it's dark, I can't see.

The euphoria leaves me. My eyes widen, everything coming in like a wave splashing hard against a sand castle. I don't know which excruciating pain to start with.

I have to keep my head painfully up, or my back hooves hurt. And my neck, there’s spikes in the inside of the collar. I keep choking on my hair, which makes it difficult to breathe in, making me try to focus my attempting breathing outwards, to no avail.

My hooves are numb, but not the numb where you don't feel anything. It's hot, and cold, and tingling. It's like this because she took my hair, and tied it tight around my hooves. The hoof clamps weren't that tight, actually. My feet are wet, because there’s a pile of slightly melted ice on my back.

The ice, it’s freezing, numbing the important parts of my insides. Or at least, that's what it feels like.

I have to keep my head up, or a piece of thread will press up against my back hooves, and that alone feels like Tartarus.

I hate what I've become. I try to run, but all four of my knee joints are rendered somehow immobile, probably due to her 'massage.' I let out a muffled scream. I can't cry, because I've done that already, and I have no tears left. My eyes dry up, and I feel like I should be going blind, but I'm not.

I see a dim light and I feel hope, but my hope quickly fades when the tape is ripped off my face, then every stand of mane is taken out of my mouth. She encases herself with magic, and flies up to my face. I'd puke, but I did that already too, and it was just stomach acid. She touches her forehead to mine, and I'm confused. I'm just glad she isn't kissing me, I guess.

"So, what did your wanna say to me, honey?!" Her voice is frantic, stern, hoping, loving, pleading. I look at her, confused, frightened, disgusted. "You screamed!! You wanted my attention, DIDN'T YOU?? It's because you LOVE me, RIGHT??" I awkwardly duck my head, trying to ignore the afoul ringing in my ears.

Somehow, another stream of tears flow out, and I'm rehydrated. She lets herself down, now using her horn as nothing but a simple flashlight. "Please..." I cry, I prey, I beg, "I can't, stop it." I close my eyes, hoping it would all just end.

An end.

That would be great.

The glow dims then brightens, and she collapses on the floor, laughing. "HA! You want me to stop?!" She lets out another stream of laughter, and a jumble of unidentifiable words. "I'm NOTHING. Don't you see?? You're still alive, aren't you?! Eheheheheh... YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY!! Pft bahaha... BUT YOU'RE NOT, ARE YOU?! I BET YOU WANT TO DIE, LIKE ALL THE OTHERS, don't you. You're selfish..." Her voice suddenly grows quieter, and the room goes dark again. But my eyes have adjusted, so I can see a pretty good silhouette. "You're selfish, mean self-centered, and all those other things... You only care about yourself, and you never care about the pony in front of you. You're all like that, every last one of you..." Her horn starts glowing again, and I'm lifted off and out of the hoof guards and rope. "BUT I'M NICE. I'M A NICE PONY. ILL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT, I'LL LET YOU DIE. BECAUSE I'M NICE LIKE THAT." I feel a tingling sensation run over me, and the scenery changes...