Starsong's New Life

by Wendy Crescent

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Dark, Sad, Romance
Length: 16040

Starsong is a simple doctor for the Lunar guard, one evening while out drinking she meets a stallion that will change her life forever.

[size=0.75em]The obligatory trigger warnings: Rape, Mental Breaking, Sexual Slavery. If any of that offends you then please refrain from reading this story. You have been duly warned.[/size]

Starsong is a simple mare serving he Lunar Guard's medical corps as a doctor. She works until the early hours in the morning, and likes finishing off her shift with a few drinks shared with her best friends. Only she finds herself alone in the bar, having been stood up by her friends. That night her life and entire world changes after meeting a stallion.

Editing done by:
* VitalSpark - Chapter 1
* Living Madness - Chapter 2
Proof Readers:
* Master Whitechainsaw :heart:
Setting:
* Canon Equestria

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-22 18:15:35 UTC

First Time Opportunity

"A life in bondage is the most liberating experience one can go through."

"It is a kind of freedom seldom experienced in our society."

"To be owned,is to be freed from petty little concerns."

“Only one thing is important at that point, your Master’s pleasure.”

“A pet is taken care of by her Master; in turn she looks out for his happiness.”

- Cherry 'Candy' Stellar

CHAPTER ONE

First Time Opportunity

A long drawn out sigh passed my lips as I sat at the bar alone. I'd been nursing the same drink for a good half hour now. I looked over to the clock as a sensation of overwhelming boredom welled up in my chest. I had let Midnight Munch and Autumn Delight coax me into going out after I had come off duty, but neither of them showed up at the only bar that was open. It was two hours after midnight and I wasn't happy sitting there in my Royal Guard uniform. I felt so entirely out of place amidst the crowd of bat ponies. Another point of annoyance was the music — by Luna it was loud and obnoxious modern noise; I wouldn't even dare call this music in my circle of friends. With a deeper sigh I knocked back the drink suspended in my silvery magical aura, setting down the empty glass perhaps a little too hard. I motioned a hoof to the bartender who seemed just a little annoyed at my treatment of his property. I gave an embarrassed smile as I met his eyes; he filled the glass for me without a word.

I took a sip of the amber liquid in the glass, smiling just a little as I felt the sharp bite of the sweet alcohol on my tongue, feeling it burn down my throat as I swallowed it. I heard the door opening behind me, and saw a dark blue-coated pegasus stallion walking into the bar. I used the reflection of the mirror behind the bottles of alcohol as a way to look behind me without turning my entire body. In a moment of vanity, I blew a strand of platinum hair from my face, looking down I smiled, noting that my uniform and grey coat were both still in immaculate condition. I lost myself as I noticed the patch identifying me as a simple medic for my unit. I gasped softly when I turned my head to look at the clock once more, only to meet those deep yellow eyes of the same stallion that had entered the bar not a moment ago. When had he settled down next to me?

"So, what is such a lovely lady like you doing here?" he said with a small grin playing on his muzzle. I watched him motioning to the bartender for a drink — the exchange was wordless and rather quick. He must be a regular here, I thought to myself. Offering him a gentler little smile, I let my eyes wander along his muscular form perhaps a little longer than would be considered polite. I took a sip of my own drink slowly, savouring the taste once more.

"Enjoying a drink after duty, without my unit's teasing for once," I answer, although it was kind of a lie, he didn't need to know my two best friends had stood me up…. again. I forced myself to look him in the eyes rather than ogling his body, which wasn't too hard to do as his eyes were quite captivating. "And yourself, what is a fine gentlecolt doing in what it primarily a bat pony establishment?" I asked curiously, mentally hitting myself over the head at how racist that actually sounded. Although a glance at the bartender told me that the music had drowned it out, I assumed.

I watched as he took his drink in one wing, and felt just a little envious as I admired his long elegant wings. I couldn't help but imagine he was a fast flier, although I was snapped from my fantasy as he spoke up once more. "I just got a promotion at work and thought I should celebrate it, and this is the only bar open at this time that I know of." He said it so proud and joyfully that I couldn't help but smile and be happy for him. I blushed a little taking note that his eyes were roaming down my form; I felt a little awkward about it though it would have been hypocritical of me to tell him off after I had been near constantly eyeing him. "You said that your unit has been teasing you; may I ask why?"

I frowned a little at the question, not because I didn't know how to reply but because it would be another small lie. The teasing was all in good fun, or at least that is how I took it. "I'm the only unicorn in the unit, or rather in the entire section — they're all bat ponies. And... incorrigible teases. They are pretty young though." I nodded gently as I spoke, watching him simply smile and nod in understanding. I took a small sip of my drink, not feeling like I needed to get drunk for the sake of getting drunk anymore. I inwardly smiled, happy that I actually had some pony to keep me company now. "What did you get promoted to then, if I may ask?" I idly threw the question at him, looking him in the eyes curiously. I watched him smile — he looked so proud of the promotion I had no choice but to smile with him about it. That said, I could probably listen to his voice for hours: it was just the right mixture of gentle and strewn that could make a mare melt on the spot; I shook my head a little snapping myself back to reality.

"I work at Quills & Sofas here in Canterlot, and now that the old manager retired I got to take his place," he said while chugging his drink. I watched a little amused as he slammed the glass onto the counter in a similar manner to as I had before. He earned an audible grumble from the bartender in response, though this stallion didn't seem to care. I smiled warmly at him, opening my mouth to reply, though I found myself cut off as he followed up his answer with another question. "Now I'm curious. What is a unicorn doing in the Night guard?"

I smiled at him first saying what I had intended to before his question. "Well congratulations then, the drink is on me!" I exclaimed perhaps a little too excitedly. It drew some eyes towards me, the kind of looks you would rather not get from any pony. I motioned to the bartender to refill his glass, and mine. I gave his question some thought as I watched the elderly bat stallion filling our glasses once more. I offered him a small smile even though he was giving me an annoyed glance. "Well… they needed a more competent medical staff. Wings and hooves can only mend so much…" I started explaining, motioning to my flank, showing off the simple white shield marked with a red cross. "My special talent is healing magic," I explained, blushing as I noticed the stallion keeping his eyes on my flank just a little longer than was comfortable. Although part of me was flattered that he showed such interest, overall I was embarrassed about being inspected in such a manner. I could feel a bright blush forming on my cheeks.

"It is a very nice cutie mark," he complimented. I simply bowed my head in appreciation, knowing full well that I would sound flustered, and I would start stuttering in embarrassment. "But isn't it hard to adjust to work in the night instead of the day?" he asked. The change of subject from my cutie mark was a welcome one; I didn't have to think about being eyed, as much.

"Not really, I've always been pretty nocturnal. What about you though, Sir? You seem to be out rather late," I asked, which did strike me as a little strange as Quills and Sofas closes relatively early in the evenings. I groaned inwardly as the next song came on even louder and more obnoxious than the one before it. "Ugh… I wish they'd have some less… noise on," I said, not realising that I was talking out loud. I blushed then I noticed his grin — the kind of grin you see when you do something silly, like talk out loud when you don't mean to.

"I have always loved to walk around at night. It's really relaxing to just take a walk through the park at night. If the music's too loud we could always continue our conversation outside."

I smiled at him in appreciation, quite frankly I couldn't stand the music anymore. I needed to get out of there, in a rather unladylike fashion I slammed the drink back in one go, savouring the nice burning sensation as the amber liquid passed down my throat.

"I would like that," I said with a tender smile playing on my muzzle as I watched him drink his own beverage in a similar manner. I giggled just a little, placing enough bits to cover both our drinks, along with a little something extra for the bartender's service; even if it had not the best service I'd had. I winked at the stallion, watching him just then fishing his coin pouch from his saddlebags. "I did say it was on me," I said in a playful tone of voice, standing up as he put the pouch bag into his bag.

He quickly trotted over to the door and opened it, with a warm kind smile, the kind of smile that would make any mare's heart melt — then again I might be a hopeless romantic. "Ladies first," he said, and I bowed my head in thanks, unable to hide the slight blush on my cheeks as I passed him into the cold night air.

I took in a deep breath, allowing myself a warm smile as the music faded, and its infernal assault on my hearing stopped. "Thank you kindly," I whispered just as I passed him. "Ooh, by Luna this is better so much better!" I said, glancing back over my shoulder. Then the realisation struck me of how rude I had been the entire time. “O-oh… my name is Starsong by the way!”

I smiled happily as I stood outside, savouring the slight chill in the air and more importantly the silence that followed as the door closed behind us. I tensed a little feeling the gentle caress of feathers running along my back, it took a moment though I allowed myself to relax against this strange stallion's side. "It’s nice to meet you — I’m Firewire. What do you say about a nice walk through the park, Starsong?"

Smiling at the stallion I nodded, gently relaxing against his side under the warmth of his wing. It made me feel so safe being healed like that, I couldn't help but ever so lightly nuzzle his neck. "I'm not taking you home though; I'd never hear the end of it," I whispered in a joking voice, unsure myself if I would actually stick to that considering how gentle he was. I lost myself to the thought of taking him home as we started walking towards the large park near by my own home.

"That is a shame. I would have loved to walk a beautiful mare such as yourself home," he said, causing me to laugh softly at the gentle joking tone to his voice. I felt good in the moment, comfortable even, snuggled under his protective wing. I smiled and followed him, already seeing the park off in the distance. I jumped a little as his hoof was suddenly in front of me, pointing to an alley I'd not even seen. I chastised myself for getting lost in the thoughts about this stallion, hearing him say, "if we walk through that alley we would get to the park much faster."

I blushed just a bit, praying he'd not noticed me day dreaming while pressed up so close to his muscular form. For a long moment I inspected the alleyway, shivering a little as I noted the lack of light, even though the enchanted pendant on my breast plate ensured I could see as though it were day time, I did notice the darkness. "Are you sure? It looks pretty dodgy…" I whispered, hesitation clear in my voice, even though I knew this was a rather nice district in Canterlot.

I looked at the stallion and almost melted away, seeing the confident and reassuring look on her muzzle. "Don't worry! You’re still wearing your uniform, so no pony is going to try anything, and if they do I will protect you from them," he said reassuringly, and I nodded, feeling comforted by the thought of having a strong pegasus stallion at my side. A part of me was still hesitant but I followed him with another nuzzle to his side, thinking to myself what could go wrong in such a nice part of the city.

Calmed by the stallion’s reassurance and his presence, I followed into the alley, not really having an issue. I smiled, relieved, noting that no pony was hiding in the shadows to ambush us. I did press myself just a little closer to him, not because I was scared but… I hadn't noticed it before… he smelled really nice. "Fine, besides who would be out at this time of morning," I said with a light little giggle.

He stopped in the middle of the alley, leaving me a little confused about why he’d stopped, though I dropped into a ready stance the moment he whispered, "did you hear that?" I hadn't heard anything and I mentally kicked myself for not paying attention. Slowly my eyes ran along the alley, only now noting that the dark crevice in between the two large nightclubs had a dead end, and no one but us two in there. Twitching my ears a little, I carefully listened for anyone else.

"W-what?" I asked, lighting up my horn in preparation for a concussive spell that would leave even a dragon dazed.

"It sounds like…" he started saying, and then he paused causing me to glance at him with an arched eyebrow, only to watch his right hoof connect painfully with my face. I grunted loudly in response, screaming softly as I felt a white hot lance of pain coursing through my body, whimpering loudly in pain, the warm feeling of blood running down my muzzle. Distracted and dazed from the strike, I didn't move away from the stallion quick enough to feel his larger frame crashing into me body slamming me to the hard cold concrete ground. "… a dumb bitch falling into a trap," he laughed, pinning my dazed form to the ground, a hoof placed threateningly at the base of my horn.

Humiliated and disgusted: that is how I felt in that moment, with the heavier muscular form pressing my face into the dirty ground. "W-what the… are you mad?!" I shouted in response, glaring angrily from the corners of my eyes, trying to throw him off me with wild bucks and jerks, though they all proved fruitless against his superior mass. I didn't hesitate to start thinking of another spell formula, starting to weave it into an actual spell. "F-fuck you!" I shouted in my moment of defence to the stallion that kept me pinned on the ground.

He stomped his hoof at the base of my horn. I instantly regretted my choice of spell. I screamed loudly feeling the spell backfire against me, the fierce magical force that was meant to blow him off me struck me instead, slamming me against the ground. I let out a choked gasp as the cracking sound from my horn finally registered; he'd fractured it with the violence of his stomp. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he whispered into my ear, increasing the feeling of disgust at how casual and calm he sounded.

Panic shot through me at the sensation of his stallionhood pressing against my inner thigh. Renewing my struggle, I started to scream loudly for help. I hadn't noticed the tears running down my cheeks, until a few of them stung the cuts on my face. I sobbed uncontrollably, trying to crawl away from the stallion who was already positioning himself to rut me; whether I wanted that or not. I threw my head back, aiming to slam my head into his muzzle, which it did, to no effect at all. "NO! Don't please! G-get off me, you sick fuck!" I screamed desperately, trying my best to get any pony's attention.

 "I thought the night guard were supposed to be strong! Are you sure that you are a real guard? Because to me you look like a whore trying to dress herself up in pretty armour," he said, rubbing the tip of his cock against my entrance. A sickening feeling welled up inside me alongside the overwhelming sorrow and embarrassment of being a weakling.

 Showing my defiance against him, I spat a good helping of blood and saliva into his face. "FUCK YOU!" I screamed as loudly as was possible, starting to squirm away from the sick pervert that was holding me down. It was all for nought though as he wiped the blood and spit mixture off his face. I let out a choked sob, feeling so pathetic in that moment as I couldn't even get away from him. "P-please! L-let me go! I have money please!" I screamed slapping myself mentally for even trying to bribe him. I couldn't risk casting a spell with my horn cracked. I whimpered softly as the throbbing pain from my horn coursed through me.

I screamed in pain as his hoof once more connected with my face, cruelly slamming me into the dirty concrete, blood pooling around my head from a painful gash at the side of my head and bleeding nose. "DON'T YOU EVER DISRESPECT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN, SLUT!" he screamed at me, causing me to involuntarily whimper in genuine fear. The fear was overwhelmed by a feeling of searing pain that wracked my entire form as he slammed the tip of his sizable cock into my unprepared, unlubricated core.

I screamed and sobbed uncontrollably in that moment, feeling so violated, so disgusted with him… with myself for being too weak to repel him. I fiercely thrashed and squirmed, desperation filling me as I tried to get away from him. "NO, PLEASE! STOP! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!"

"I thought that the night guard were stronger than this," he said laughing evilly, pressing his shaft further into me. I took in a sharp breath, feeling as though my insides were being ripped apart by his massive cock. "Tell me slut, are you still a virgin?" His taunting words made me sick. I physically felt like throwing up as his cock pressed deeper into my marehood. Pain filled my every sense, overwhelming everything else.

I bucked and beat my front hoof at his side with little to no effect. If I was hurting him I couldn't tell. The muscular stallion that had made me feel so safe now made me feel like the most pathetic thing ever. I idly nodded to his question, not even registering it in my mind. "Y-you're going to regret this!" I whispered weakly, my voice painful from all the wasted screaming. No pony was coming to help me. I desperately started praying to Luna pleading her to come save me from this hell.

He just laughed, loudly looking down at me condescendingly, as if I was nothing to him; almost like I was inferior to him in every aspect, a simple toy to be discarded and disposed of after being used up for his amusement. It scared me, filled me with a sense of absolute horror, realising just how little I meant to him. I felt sick, the sudden urge to vomit overcoming me; nothing came out though. Instead I screamed out my desperation, my frustration, and my anger at being this weak and pathetic. He didn't care — all that mattered to him was having his fun. "Please amuse me and tell me how I'm going to regret this," he said with that sickening mocking voice of his, thrusting harder inside of me, each deeper thrust making me scream in agony.

I didn't have an answer for him. Instead I tried to crawl once more. Getting nowhere with his bulk holding me down on the cold unyielding ground, I prayed for help, internally screamed, and even cursed the goddesses for letting this happen to me. For letting this happen in their city, to someone that was sworn to be their guardian and servant. I gave up. I wasn't going to be saved — I was going to be raped, and then when he was done with me, I was going to die, alone. A fresh batch of tears rolled down my cheeks, part of me was surprised that I still had any left to shed. "P-please… let me go… I… I…."  I trailed off into a pathetic whimper. Feeling so overwhelmingly powerless, I focused my anger, starting to weave the only spell that came up in me. I weaved it even as white hot lances of pain shot through my body from the stress on my already damaged horn.

What I had thought was a powerful rage-filled spell seemed to be nothing more than a slap to the chest for the stallion — he didn't even flinch from it. Instead it had only angered my assailant. He stomped his hoof on my horn, pain rippling through my body. I fell limp underneath him, screaming out in agony. Screaming until it was impossible to scream any more, my lungs burning for air. "Looks like you just don't learn, do you? Well, I guess I will have to teach you a lesson," he whispered. Just hearing his voice made a sensation of anger and disgust well up in me; which quickly disappeared as I felt the painful pressure on my horn growing, and growing.

Absolute terror gripped me like a vice. In a moment of desperation I tried to lighten the pressure on my horn. Nothing seemed to work, no matter how I moved my head, all I could hear was the slow cracking sound as he put more and more pressure on my damaged horn. Pain didn't even register anymore; each crack was like thunder to my ears. I wailed in sorrow as I felt the horn snap. Seeing it fall on the concrete in front of me, I slumped down in defeat, the will to fight leaving me. My voice left me; I tried to scream at him; nothing came but pathetic little squeaks, blood from my forehead stinging my right eye.

He picked up my horn with his wing waving it in front of my eyes, speaking in that condescending voice of his. "Oops, looks like I broke your toy." A small part of my mind wanted to hit him, wanted to continue fighting. I just lay there though, letting out choked little sobs. Listening to him laugh at me made me feel sick. I tried to scream once more, though to my horror, all that came out was a tiny squeak. "Looks like you can't even scream for help anymore. Thank you, that will make this so much easier for me."

Continuing to let out choked little sobs, I looked up at him through one eye, the other shut tightly, stinging painfully from the blood pouring down my face. I felt scared — for the first time in my life I felt what actual fear was like. Resistance left me entirely. I gave up trying to crawl away from him. I just lay there, slumped down from the pain that wracked my body. The throbs of pain from where my horn had once been caused my head to spin and hurt. I sighed in relief, feeling him slowly pulling out his disgusting member from my aching marehood. I watched him stand behind me, unfurling his wings to block my escape. "Stand up, slut, and put your front hooves against the wall," he said in that sickening commanding voice.

Standing up I eyed the alleyway. It was nothing but a dead end. Even my magic enhanced eyes couldn't spot an escape route. Running seemed futile though — I didn't have my magic to teleport, or defend myself — he would simply capture me within seconds. Inwardly I sighed, slowly approaching the wall, rearing up, and placing my hooves against it. Closing my eyes, I readied myself, pulling my tail aside I reluctantly showed him my sore, bleeding pussy. Shooting him a hateful glance over my shoulder, I croaked out with my broken voice. “F-fuck you… you're not getting away with this… p-people will ask questions about a guard this wounded!"

He grinned at me. I cast my glance down and away from him, not wanting to see that smug satisfied grin of his. Drooping my ears, I shuddered in shame and humiliation hearing his smug and satisfied voice. "And what would you tell them? That you were stupid enough to follow a random stallion into an alley and that you couldn't even defend yourself against him. Do you really think the night guard would keep a guard who can't even defend herself?" I felt my cheeks burning in shame. He’s right — I aman embarrassment to the guard. I can'teven defend myself. "I think your horn would make an excellent butt plug for you," he whispered, pressing my severed horn against my butt.

I hid behind my platinum mane, not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing my sorrow and pain. Silently I kept crying, shuddering at the thought of what would happen if I reported this. The bat ponies would see me as weak and pathetic, unable to defend myself. I whimpered softly, realising that he was right. No pony can know about this. I tried to scream a string of profanities at him, though nothing but a small broken squeak came forth from my mouth.  "NO! P-please no… d-don't use it like that… please just… just let me go? I… will do anything!" I managed to whisper in the most pathetic tone I had ever heard.

"No, tonight you're my plaything. I'm going to make sure that you'll never will forget this day in your pathetic life," he said, giving the horn a powerful shove up my rear, coaxing a small broken scream from my throat. I hardly registered his hoof slapping down on my cutie mark, the sharp stinging sensation from my hind quarters overwhelming all other senses. Slumping against the wall, I simply gave up. All I could do was pray to Luna and Celestia that he was not going to kill me afterwards. Instinctively I pulled my tail between my hind legs.

I looked back at him, seeing that victorious grin still on his muzzle, almost retching as I caught his musky scent. He growled at me, causing me to tremble in fear. "Get that tail out of the way or I will cut it so short that everyone will see your cunt for weeks." I whimpered, doing as I was told without question — after this, the last thing I would want others to see was…. that.

I think I choked out some words, although I was pretty sure that it was nothing but incoherent blubbering. I whimpered loudly, feeling his weight on my back as he mounted me again, pressing the side of my face to the wall with a hoof. He slammed his disgusting cock deeply into my already sore marehood. I didn't scream or resist — I did not want to give him the pleasure of that. He started rutting violently, sending hot lances of pain through my body.

I limply slumped against the wall offering him no resistance, feeling disgusted with myself as his cock thrust into me. I sobbed silently, hidden behind my mane, unable to hold the tears back as he continued to violate me. My body starting to betray me: I could feel the slightest hints of pleasure mixing in with the pain. I could feel the familiar sensation in my marehood as it slowly started to become moist against my will.

He moaned softly into my ear, breathing heavily down my neck and grunted, "what’s wrong slut? Why are you so silent? Did you finally figure out that your real talent isn't healing magic but being a slut for random stallions?" His mocking voice made me want to buck him in the balls, though I couldn't even bring myself to do that anymore — I could just stand there and take his abuse, my legs trembling threatening to give out.

Desperately I tried to look away from him. I tried looking anywhere but at him. No matter where I looked, I always saw him. He had made sure that I always had to watch him plunging his length into my sore marehood. I let out what I hoped was a growl of frustration. Bucking my hips in a last effort to get him off me, it only made him thrust harder and deeper inside of me. "F-fuck you!" I whispered pathetically as a reply. I squeaked in shock feeling his hoof firmly slap over my cutie mark.

"No, you said it wrong. It isn't 'fuck you', it's 'please fuck me, sir'. So say it again, but now like you mean it," he said with that sickening grin. I could feel my cheeks burning in embarrassment at his comment. I hated this so much. I hated him so much, but more importantly I hated my body for giving in to him; I hated It for betraying me, for daring to take pleasure in this.

"NO! F-fuck you, you cunt… I… NEVER!" I protested as loudly as my throat allowed me to. I could feel my body starting to take more and more pleasure from the forced rutting. I cursed myself for it, whimpering pathetically, feeling the mixture of my own shameful arousal and blood running down my thighs. I groaned in pain, feeling him apply more and more pressure on my head, starting to put his weight on it with each deep thrust inside of me.

"Sorry, slut, I didn't hear you. Could you repeat that again?"

I whimpered, whispering in a tiny fearful voice. "P-please… fuck me… Sir…" I shivered in disgust at even saying the words. How could I beg that… that monster to fuck me! I could hear him laughing at me, revelling in the misery he was putting me through.

"I'm about to cum. Do you want my sperm inside or outside?" he whispered softly into my ear, biting down on it firmly afterwards, coaxing a loud scream from me. I gasped in shock as his words finally sank in, realising I wasn't even on any birth control at the moment.

"OUT OUT OUT PLEASE!!!" I shouted at him, in pure desperation. I watched that wicked grin growing on his muzzle whimpering in response.

"Okay, inside it is," he chuckled softly, before slamming his entire length deep inside my marehood. I screamed in agony as I felt the tip of his shaft pressing against my cervix. I prayed to Luna it would be his last act of cruelty. I sobbed, feeling the disgusting creamy cum being pumped into my depths.

Defeated and feeling thoroughly violated, I slumped against the wall weakly, only being held upright by the monster that was still unloading his disgusting seed inside of me. "F-fuck you…" I meekly whispered just above a breath. My entire body ached. Relief washed over me as I felt him pulling out slowly. I couldn't help but feel slightly happy as it was finally over.

He cleaned his member with my tail. I could feel his warm seed already leaking down my thighs. Unable to stand, I simply allowed myself to fall to the ground, looking away from him with a pathetic little whimper. I heard him opening his saddle bags. Letting out a choked sob, I braced myself for him to kill me. Instead I watched two bits falling on the ground. “Here is your payment. I would have paid you more if you didn't resist as much as you did," he said with barely contained laughter. With the powerful flutter of his wings, he was gone, leaving me alone there on the ground.

Laying there in the alley, I couldn't think. I didn't want to think. I desperately wished he had killed me rather than left me here. I stared at those two golden bits for a long moment. Time didn't even seem to pass as I stared at the payment. On top of everything, that made me feel even more disgusting. I slowly picked myself up, tears still streaming down my cheeks. I set off, limping out of the alley, moving through the shadows to avoid being seen by anyone. No pony should see me like this, no pony should know a guard couldn't even take care of herself.

I set into a painful gallop when reaching the park, making a straight line towards my house without a care. I couldn't help but smile, slightly seeing the large home my parents had left me. I almost slammed into the door in my eagerness to get inside. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being followed or watched… even though a glance behind revealed that I was entirely alone. I quickly opened the door, slamming it closed behind me, making sure I locked it tight.

I quickly went from room to room to ensure every door was locked and closed. Discarding my armour unceremoniously on the kitchen floor, I limped my way up the stairs, burning pain shooting through my body. I pushed my way into the shower, throwing it on, not caring to get the temperature right, just leaping under the ice cold stream, letting it wash over me, grabbing at my products, starting to scrub, desperately trying my best to get clean, to wash his scent off my body. I felt the energy drain from me, everything becoming blurry as I suddenly found myself on my side curled up like a young foal. I screamed in frustration; no matter what I did, I could still smell his disgusting scent on my body and all around me.

I hardly noticed the water starting to become pleasantly warm. I couldn't really care about it. I was useless. I suddenly jolted up, my ears perking as there was a firm knock at the door. Without even bothering to dry off, I limped down the stairs, wearily approaching the door, pulling my blade from its sheath on the way. I opened the door slowly, not taking the chain off it. "Can I… erm… oh…"

Blinking slowly in surprise, I leaned down to look at the note that had been left on top of two golden bits. A tightness building up in my chest, I read the words:You left your payment, so I followed you home to give it to you. PS it probably isn't healthy to go to sleep into the shower. I gasped, slamming the door shut, and letting out a loud scream. Then there was nothing but darkness.

The Safety of Home [Part 1]

"Safety is something that we think we have."

"But in the end it's simply a delusion to make us sleep better at night."

- Dr Augustina Reed, Criminal Psychologist

Pain.

That was the first thing to hit my mind as I slowly started to rouse from my sleep. I was sore all over, although the throbbing pain in my hindquarters stood out most of all, the pain in my body was still prevalent in the recesses my mind. A depressing reminder of my own weakness and failure as a guard. Beating a hoof on the cold floor I fought back tears as everything from the night before slowly flooded back. Looking around I came to the sudden realisation that I was not in my bedroom, in fact, I was in the spacious entry hall of my own home, looking up at the portrait of my parents I could only feel shame. The entry hall was a rather simple affair, I had kept it as my mother had decorated it years ago; a few potted plants besides a family portrait that hung across from a simple closet we used for storing coats and the few shoes that I had. I had slept curled up in the cream coloured confines of the hall with my back to the locked door, groggily I stood up taking in a deep shaky breath.

I slowly began the march, or rather limp up the stairs to my bedroom. Looking at myself in the mirror in passing I sighed deeply. I need a shower I thought, leaning my head backwards to take a sniff of my own coat, almost gagging as I could smell... him on me still. I definitely need a shower.

Walking into the bedroom I smiled just a little, I've always felt comfortable in my room—it was my personal little safe-haven. My bedroom consisted of a nice queen sized bed with silken sheets, across from it was a dark oak wooden writing desk with a matching bookcase on the wall besides it. Trotting into the adjoining shower I quickly flipped on the lights, illuminating the white tiled room, which was quite small compared to my room, the shower was just large enough for two ponies to stand in comfortably. Reaching out with my magi—right, no magic… Sighing deeply I approached the shower, starting to manually working the knobs to let the shower warm up. Sitting beside the shower waiting for the water to heat up I considered my horn, it hadn't been the first time in my life that it had been broken, although back in college it was more of an accident rather than... I shuddered, pushing the thoughts away; Just the thought brought back the feeling him defiling me. I rushed to the toilet just in time to release the bile that wormed its way up from my stomach.

Spitting the last of the bile from my mouth, I flushed the toilet, turning to step into the shower, whipping my tail to grab the mane and coat care products with hardly a thought. Simply pushing everything from my mind I set to taking my shower. Showering without magic was a pain in the flank, I couldn't properly reach my back, eventually I squirted a generous helping of product on my coat, and simply stood on my hind hooves rubbing my back to the wall to spread the lavender smelling soap. Mentally I added buying a brush to my shopping list. It might sound stupid but the more I distracted myself with constructing a shopping list the less I thought about... him... and the less he was on my mind, the better. I shook myself dry, pushing those thoughts away once more.

After a good rinse with the shower head I stepped from the shower, wrapping my mane and tail in a towel for them to dry as I started towelling off my coat thoroughly. I started going through my mental checklist: One, send a letter requesting leave to Captain Cobalt Moon the last thing I need to deal with is having to explain myself and… I shook my head with a shudder. Don't think about that… Think about the checklist. Two, getting a week's worth of groceries; Three, meet Autumn for our lunch date. I sighed. I didn't want Autumn to see me like this either, but unlike the captain, avoiding her would just result in her coming here worried sick.

Discarding the towel in the hamper, I left the bathroom with a low sigh, approaching the oak writing desk. I smiled just a little, running a hoof along the dark wooden surface; I took a seat on the soft fluffy pillow, wincing at the painful stinging sensation that shot through my body the moment I sat down. Grimacing, I leaned over and lit the candle of sealing wax. Taking the ink pen between my teeth, I started  to write out my formal request for a personal leave of seven days. After a frustrating three attempts at writing the letter I finally had a neatly written and worded letter that I could send. Folding it up I slipped it into an envelope, and sealed it with a helping of silvery wax.

I slipped the letter into the gilded slot of a simple black box, stating in a clear voice "To Captain Cobalt Moon, Lunar Guard Medical Corps." I sighed softly as the letter vanished with an audible poof of magic. I still didn't quite understand the devices, though Autumn had told me that they work on the principle of draconic magic. I laid down on the large red pillow, tucking in my hooves and nestling my head on top of my hooves to get nice and comfortable. Closing my eyes, I tried to get just a moment of rest, however, the moment I closed my eyes I regretted it. The moment I closed my eyes to relax I saw him. I knew he wasn't there but still I jumped up, dropping into a combat stance on reflex.

Letting out a low groan of frustration I kicked the pillow across the room, growling angrily. I was angry at him—I hated that fucking bastard for what he did to me. Drooping my ears I sighed, hating my own weakness.

After ten minutes I had finally managed to compose myself, although I definitely needed to get a new pillow for sitting at my desk sometime. It felt good taking out my aggression on something; it wasn't him but it was better than nothing. Nodding slowly to my own thoughts I trotted over to my wardrobe, pulling out a black Lunar Guard hoodie with my name on the back above the medical corps insignia. Slipping into it, I gave another small smile, feeling its soft embrace on my coat. Pulling on a pair of saddle bags, I trotted down the stairs, I paused in front of the hallway mirror, taking a brush in my hoof to make my mane presentable, and making sure that the state of my horn was properly covered up. The last thing I wanted was ponies noticing, or rather, Canterlot unicorns, who could be particularly mean-spirited about this kind of thing. Leaving through the front door I made sure to lock it behind me.

Nervously I started my trot into the city centre, taking slow deep breaths. I made sure to stick close to other ponies. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I moved along the streets—it was terrifying. I didn't want to be outside, but I had to be, I couldn't lock myself away from the world, at least not forever. I let out a choked cry muffled by my hoof as I saw him just standing there off in the distance with that... that self-satisfied fucking grin... I quickly picked up the pace, almost breaking out into a gallop, just to be away from him. Was it even him though? What if I'm seeing things, it’s something I saw in my own patients enough? Sighing deeply, I turned a corner, turning into the coffee shop and hoping he hadn't actually seen me.

Entering the quaint little shop, I headed over to the all too familiar charcoal-coated, silver-maned mare with a charming smile. "Good morning Sweet Drops, Could I get my usual doughnut and coffee please?" I whispered to her softly, she arched an eyebrow. I didn't even need to follow her gaze to know what was bothering the pegasus mare. "Oh... there was an accident during training last night, it's nothing to worry about really," I assured her, and that seemed to satisfy the mare.

"Well I am sorry to hear about that, hon; I do hope it grows back soon... I imagine it’s like a pegasus having broken wings..." She said in that cute soft-spoken voice of hers. Her eyes lingered for a moment, before she turned around to start making the coffee. She looked at me and smiled. She had a lovely smile, the kind that could make even a straight mare's heart melt. "Star, I should mention Cherry was hoping to have you over this weekend for her birthday. I mean if you can get a day off."

I smiled sweetly at her. "Actually, I have time this weekend, my dear, I wouldn't miss her birthday. And neither would Autumn I imagine."

"Oh, speaking of Autumn she's already here sitting in the corner booth." She smiled, placing a tray with a large cup of coffee and two doughnuts on a plate for me. "There you go, hon." She accepted the bits in her wing. With a small smile aimed at her I picked up the tray with my mouth which was perhaps the trickiest thing I had had to do without my magic. Slowly making my way over to the corner booth, I miraculously managed not to spill a drop, as I set it down on the table surface.

"Good morning Miss Starsong," Autumn practically purred in her sweet melodic voice. She had such a beautiful voice. I’ve always loved her voice, especially when she was singing along to her own lute music. I smiled at her gently. I couldn't help myself, I had to smile seeing that beige coated, honey blond maned mare sitting across from me, pink highlights running through her poofy mane and tail. I let out a small giggle seeing the cotton candy pink ribbon in her mane. "So... what happened to you them?" she asked, concern creeping into her melodic voice.

"A training accident, I... don't really want to talk about it," I said, offering her a small smile. "Just like back in college, when we got into that fight, although this time it was an accident." I prayed to Luna that she would buy that, putting on my best 'it’s okay' smile. She looked at me for a long moment, a pregnant pause hanging in the conversation.

She eventually shrugged a little "You need to be more careful, Star... One of these days you're not going to be as lucky," she sighed deeply, reaching over to put a hoof on mine, looking me in the eyes for a long moment. "Listen to me Star, if you're unlucky just once you'll lose your magic permanently. And don't get me started on the brain damage magical feedback could possibly cause." Autumn had a very serious look in her eyes, and I could see there was more deeper meaning behind her words but I couldn't quite put things together.

"I know... I'm the Doctor here." I said calmly, taking a glance outside before freezing, my eyes briefly locking with those predatory golden eyes of that bastard. Watching him pass and cross the street towards the newsstand to buy himself a paper. I took a deep breath and held it for a moment, letting it out with a small sigh. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him... I could go out there, he'd not expect me and I could snap his neck. Or I could buck him in the muzzle or—

"Star, are you okay?" Autumn asked, worried, her eyes were staring at me—no, they were studying me, picking up every little sign of distress and nervousness that I was showing. Picking it apart and analysing it in that brilliant brain of hers. I had to think fast, I had to make something up before she realised that something was wrong, before she saw through my lie and... I didn't want to think about what could happen! She would end our friendship if she knew I lied to her.

I blinked and looked over to meet Autumn’s concerned amber eyes. "S-sorry I spaced out... you know it’s weird being up during this time ever since I joined the guard and... the Princess cast that spell on me." I smiled at her, thinking back to that day probably the happiest day of my life, aside from university graduation maybe. I—well, me and the others of my unit—got to meet Princess Luna.. It had been a great day for me, though being the first unicorn to join the night guard I was privy to Autumn's eternal jealousy of some ancient magic. I don't know the spell's name, though its effects were quite fascinating; I was now a nocturnal unicorn, much like the Thestrals that made up the majority of her guard, it came paired with some strange changes, my eyes were somewhat sensitive to sunlight now although I wasn't blinded by it. The most peculiar though was the urge to hang upside down by my tail. "I'm not fully awake yet, my apologies, but I needed to do shopping... in some non-bat pony specific stores. You know, entirely different dietary requirements and such."

Autumn rolled her eyes a little. "You know, if you want, Star, we could do these little brunch dates in the evenings, when I'm not travelling," she said softly, sipping her coffee. I nodded gently, taking my own cup and bringing the delicious nectar of the goddesses to my muzzle, taking a delicate sip from the strong bitter liquid. I slowly started to relax a little, leaning back in my chair, from the corner of my eyes I could still see him, but I felt safe with Autumn. He wouldn't dare touch me while I was with her.

"I would like that very much," I said to her with a smile. We continued with our little brunch for a good hour longer. Autumn ordering us both a round of pancakes, I was going to need to do some serious jogging on the way home if I was going to keep my slim figure. Conversation settled on the more mundane topics of current happenings in Canterlot. And I spent a good chunk of our time together interrogating her about her upcoming adventure to Zebrica. I envied this mare, a powerful Magus, she got to see the world with her small band of adventurers as they called themselves. They went off on adventures in countries I could only dream of. They faced down dragons and even lesser demons! While I was stuck doing paper work most of my days.

Don't misunderstand I love my patients to death, but... sometimes I wish there was more action to be had. After the hour had passed out conversation finally winded down, and we embraced one another. I kissed her on the cheek and she kissed me on mine. Leaving the quaint little coffee shop, we each went our separate ways. I went further towards the city centre while she went off to the train station. Glancing around I smiled not seeing that cunt anywhere. Looking up in the sky I noted that he wasn't even flying there. He must have finally given up... good! I smiled and started to trot with a slight spring in my step, the simple talk with Autumn had done me good. Heh... the best cure for something like that is normalcy after all. I mentally commented to myself, even though I could still feel that nagging sensation in the back of my mind that I was in fact a failure of a guard.

I slowly started to pick up my pace a little, the pain from this morning had almost completely faded away, it was just a distance ache now. Eventually starting the beginning of my jog through the city centre, I had quite a few calories to burn after those pancakes. It was also somewhat of a ritual of mine, although I usually did this on my way to the office rather than during the day. I shrugged off the odd looks I was getting from the ponies. Once in awhile I cast my gaze backwards just to make sure I wasn't being followed anymore. Maybe it was a figment of my imagination… or maybe I’m just panicking. I sighed a little, feeling silly that I let my fear get the better of me.

Making a sharp turn on main street, I slipped into the large convenience store that I almost never frequented, but I wasn't in the mood to see more ponies that knew me, I didn't want to lie to anypony else today. But I also didn't want anypony to know I was a weak pathetic mare, I spent the next half an hour getting everything that I needed, including a large brush that I could use to scrub my back properly, and a new pillow to replace the one that had taken the brunt of my anger before. Leaving the store with saddle bags full of a week's worth of food I resumed my jog, though, this time taking the scenic route home through the large park in the city centre.

I took my time to enjoy the day, taking a few extra laps around the park enjoying the tickle of the long grass against my hooves. Setting course for my home the moment I started feeling my legs becoming tired. I smiled, jogging always helped me feel better, it also helped me think clearly about things. And think about them I did, about what I had done wrong the previous night, and how stupidly I had actually handled it. I should have gone to the guards immediately, there was a guard house not three blocks away from the bar. Sighing deeply, I approached the door to my home, pulling the key from its pouch at the side of my saddlebag I unlocked the door, and resolved to go to the guards the moment I had finished packing the food I had bought, so I could gather my thoughts properly. I should have gone immediately I scolded and mentally slapped myself with an angry growl. I roughly kicked the door closed behind me with a hoof, locking it just in case he had still followed me home... again.

***

Entering the kitchen, the rather large room with a fancy cooking island which, was for the most parts black with silver trimmings and motifs. There was a large fridge with a built in freezer. The first thing I did was place the ice cream I had bought myself in that very freezer. Then placing both saddle bags on the table I started the long arduous task of unpacking the groceries manually. I forced a smile, even as I noticed my still dirty and stained uniform, I wasn't weak. I was going to do the right thing, soon the relief that idea brought to me was unimaginable. I focused on the events of the night before, even though I did not want to, I would have to recount as much as I could to the duty officer. Feeling the familiar sting of tears in my eyes as I recalled his appearance, his deep baritone voice. I sighed deeply, remembering how good it felt having his wings draped over me.

"Hello again slut, did you buy enough groceries for two ponies?" I froze instantly recognising the same voice I had recalled not a second before, unwilling to even look behind me as the words registered in my mind. I cast a quick glance to the right to my Lunar Guard uniform and my mostly ceremonial blade in its scabbard. Taking a deep breath, I dared a glance over my shoulder, seeing that large stallion standing in the door to my kitchen, his muzzle sporting that... that fucking... grin. I faltered, my ears pulling back, my core feeling as though I had swallowed a block of ice. I whispered my denial, at least I hoped that was what my lips let pass at least. I didn't even register my own spoken words at that point. He wasn't there, it was just a figment of my imagination; in fact, the moment I turned around there would be no pony there. I reasoned, and then with a glance over my shoulder my entire world came crashing down, looking into those predatory golden eyes, seeing that messy dark, almost bloody red mane and that midnight blue coat. It was him, he was in my home and I was in so much trouble.

As quickly as possible I pounced to my uniform and in a fluid motion I pulled the blade from its scabbard, dropping myself into a low combat stance, one that was for mares fighting a larger and stronger foe. "Get out!" I growled angrily at the calm, confident stallion. I trembled like a leaf, I wasn't a physical combatant, the blade was for show, it was a decorative piece, I used my magic all the time. Stepping backwards as he slowly advanced on me, my chest tightening as fear slowly gripped me, the memories of how easily he had overpowered me returning in an instant.

The fear slowly grew to abject terror as his grin faded giving way to an angry scowl. His anger almost palpable as her stared into my eyes, I quickly averted my gaze away from his, looking to his hooves instead. It took me a moment to realise he had even spoken. "Drop that weapon slut. We both know you aren't going to hurt me, because if you do you'll be kicked out of the guard. So be smart and drop it, before I become angry." He hissed in a low, dangerous tone. I was shocked to hear a low whine, then it dawned on me... it was me I was whining like a meek little filly.

"F-fuck off! its self-defence! I'd not be kicked out for d-defending myself..." I stated as firmly as I could while trembling like a leaf, frantically trying to open the door with a hoof, only to find it locked. I took another step backwards, pressing my flank against the door, I was going to have to actually hurt another pony... I felt so much smaller than him, even though I stood at his height I felt like a filly compared to him.

"Oh and why is it self-defence? I did nothing wrong. I'm just visiting an old friend. So why don't you just drop the weapon and let's have a little talk" he practically purred confidently. His eyes burned with an intense anger but his voice remained smooth calm and in control. It was a terrifying display, I bucked the door trying to kick it off its hinges. If I had been an earth pony I would have busted it down no problem, but this was an exercise in futility.

"No! Y-you're going to hurt me again, go away! I don't know you! You broke into my home!"

He kept approaching, I watched as he stood well in striking distance, his muzzle almost pressed against the blade, I could strike at him. I should strike at him. But why didn't I? Why couldn't I move! I simply stared dumbly at him as he stood there, towering over me. "I am going to tell you one more time. Drop the sword. We both know you aren't going to kill me." He stated confidently, he knew I wouldn't or rather couldn't bring myself to harm him... had he... known all along?

"P-please... Y-you already had your way with me... leave please?" I whimpered, hardly able to recognise my own voice with how weak, and pathetic I was begging for him to leave. I chanced a glance up into his eyes, took a deep breath to prepare myself for what was probably going to come next and dropped the blade to the ground, the ringing of which actually almost made me jump. I was a doctor; I couldn't harm another... I knew how, I just couldn't get myself to do it.

"Give the weapon to me slut." He ordered in that calm, confident tone, he was so certain of the fact that he had won it dripped off every syllable he uttered. It angered me, for an instant I prepared to swing the weapon at him. Then I met those predatory eyes; eyes that promised a fate worse than death if I even so much as put a scratch on his powerful masculine form. It was terrifying, it struck me on an almost instinctual level, he was dangerous. He was a strong alpha male and I had to get away from him, now.

But, instead of getting away from him I lowered myself closer to the ground in fear, making myself smaller than him, in the hopes that I could flee if he was distracted. I hoofed over the blade slowly my eyes never leaving his. "P-please? Just... leave me be?" I pleaded once more. I watched him take the weapon with a wing, attaching it to his saddlebags, his eyes never leaving me not giving me the chance to even try making a run for my keys and the front door. I cast a quick glance to my keys, and then back at him just in time to see, and feel, his hoof smashing into my face with what was likely all of his strength behind it. Falling to the floor I almost instantly curled up, white hot pain lancing through my brain once more. I started crying like a beaten foal then and there... not even to daring look at the monster that had invaded the sanctity of my home.

"How dare you threaten me with a weapon!" He yelled, and I sobbed louder as he made his anger verbally known. I whimpered loudly, noticing his hoof pointing to the living room. "Get to the living room, we are going to discuss some things."

"I'm sorry! Please don’t hurt me!" I shouted in return, and scrambled into the living room with a loud whimper, tail pulled between my hind legs, coiled around my left thigh. Terrified for my life, for a moment, I locked my eyes on the front door, and the keys on the counter. That monster still between me and those keys that meant my freedom. Cursing under my breath at how stupid it was not to grab them during my run, it was too late now, If I go for them he would jump me... I hung my head and trotted into the living room, keeping the coffee table between me and him. Watching him walk into the living room I winced, seeing the keys being stuffed into his bags.

"So how did my slut sleep tonight?" He asked innocently, the innocent tone of his voice was sickening. He took a seat across from me, staring at me with that... victorious little grin. Shifting uncomfortable on the pillow I looked at anything but him, for a moment I considered jumping through a window, enough speed would get me through one. I looked at him, letting my golden blonde and platinum mane fall in front of my face.

"T-terrible..." I muttered.

"N'aww, why is that? Probably because you didn't have somepony to snuggle next to in bed. Well don't worry about that, because from now on you'll never again be alone at night." He practically purred. I shuddered just from the thought of it, I felt anger welling up inside me, I felt disgusted by the pure audacity to even suggest that I wanted to... that I would even want to sleep with him!? In the same fucking bed! And before I knew I was already shouting at him.

"No! I… felt terrible because I had your foul fucking scent all over me! I... I still feel disgusted after what you did to me, you fucking monster!"

"What did you just say, slut?" he growled, dangerously low. I withered under his glare, taking a few steps backwards away from him.

Against my better judgement, or probably because I was furious at the stallion for his audacious suggestion. I shouted at him once more "I said! I slept bad because no matter how much I showered, I could smell your foul scent on my body! I still feel fucking gross after what you did! Now get out!" I took an aggressive stance, making myself as large as possible, and as quickly as that burst of confidence and aggression had come it was gone. I saw the subtle motions of him bracing himself, and in a blur of motion he was right in front of me. Before I could even react, I felt his hoof connecting with my face once more. In a moment, I lay sprawled out on the floor, the air knocked from my lunges from being slammed onto my back having a full grown pegasus stallion landing on top of me.

"Face it bitch, you are powerless without your horn." He said angrily spitting in my face.

"No! Please stop! please..." I sobbed pathetically, wincing at the familiar coppery taste of blood in my mouth. I watched him grin, a grin that absolutely terrified me. It was the kind of grin you saw in the movies, the kind of grin that promised painful retribution.

"No, you are going to be punished for insulting your master, slut." He said and looking around the room. I started struggling against him, trying to work my way from under him, although to no actual effect. He had me pinned properly beneath his superior weight.

"P-please no! Please, please just leave me alone!" I pleaded, looking down at the floor sobbing uncontrollably, as my nightmare from the previous night continued. I felt him moving off me, but the moment I tried to move he kicked me in the gut with his hind hoof. Grunting in discomfort and pain I curled up, barely managing to keep my brunch in. Looking up, he gave me a perfect view of his sizable member before moving away from me.

"You are going to address me as 'Sir' or 'Master' from now on out. You will be punished if you fail to do so" He said icily. Approaching the trophies in the corner of the living room he smirked, inspecting them for a moment. "Well well well what do we have here?"

I watched helplessly as he approaches my prized collection of trophies. "P-please no! Sir don't touch those!" I pleaded in a barely audible voice, it was a near whisper I couldn't get any louder after that fierce kick. I screamed out in indignation as he smashed the glass, and took a random trophy from the case. I recognised it, the large glass horn shaped trophy, one of the three I had won during my days at university. I whimpered as he approached with it, He... he doesn't even care what they mean to me! I... d-does another ponies life mean so little to him? I pondered that as he slowly approached me.

"You are very silly slut. Why would you put your sex toys in a rack in the living room? While they should be in your bedroom." He said, amusement clearly in his voice.

"It... it isn't a sex toy... S-sir..." I quickly appended the last word, not wanting to find out what the consequences of neglecting it would be, I had to play along until I could escape. I just have to bide my time; Maybe I can flee while he sleeps... or kill him in his sleep, if need be… I thought to myself, and whispering before I even realised it, "M-my toys are in the bedroom..."

"If I say something is a sex toy, then it is a sex toy." He said, the amusement clear in his voice, I wanted to buck that grin off his muzzle. I wanted to, but I couldn't. I'm so useless... I am nothing without magic. I thought to myself, looking up at him in horror at hearing him say, "Now be a good little slut and use that toy to pleasure yourself." In all honesty I should have expected it, though I had been hoping he would simply smash the trophies.

Feeling my cheeks burning, almost painfully so, with my own embarrassment I looked at the trophy. Third place in the medical magic competition in college, it was a horn shaped trophy thin at the tip and painfully large at the bottom. Feeling a moment of happiness welling up inside me, that he chooses the most phallic of the prizes in the case. Taking in a deep, shuddering breath while picking up the improvised dildo, I set to lubricating it a little by licking the rounded tip. Not wasting any time, I simply ran my tongue along the rest of it coating it in an ample amount of saliva. I was going to need it; I was far from aroused by my current situation.

Reluctantly I sat back, spreading my hind legs wide, leaning against the chair, my dad´s favourite chair in fact. Taking a deep breath, I pressed the cold glass tip against my entrance letting it slide in slowly; I wanted to scream out my frustration with how embarrassing this was, but I couldn't afford to resist him. Closing my eyes, I sighed out lightly imagining that I was alone in the living room, not unlike a few days ago, enjoying a little stress relief, it didn't quite work I was well aware that he was ogling my body, that he was planning to have his way with me again, I pushed it those thoughts aside and buried it all away, for the moment I simply focused on one thing, the sensation of slowly thrusting the toy inside of my still sore marehood. I would rather accept this than being hurt again... or worse being killed by the stallion, before I could kill him. "P-please... M-master... May I be... left alone after this?" I flinched hearing him bark out a bout of uproarious laughter at the question, a question I perhaps shouldn't have asked... but I was going on automatic.

"Of course not, your stupid slut. I claimed you that evening in the alley and I won't let you go. So you better get used to being my pet, slut." He said, in that disgustingly smug voice of his. I didn't have to see him to know that he was glaring at me, I could almost feel it. The dampened steps of his hooves announcing that he was approaching me slowly. I didn't respond as he approached until I felt his hot breath caressing along my cheek, slowly pushing the toy in and out trying to not agitate the already sore walls of my marehood even more.

"P-please... D-don't do this I'm not a slave!"

"Yes, you are now. You are my fuck toy from here on out," he growled into my ear, his hoof resting on mine, "also I really don't like my pets telling me what to do and what not." With all his strength he thrust the makeshift toy deeply inside of me, coaxing out a horrible pained scream, as the toy tore into me, much like he had last night. The pain was just as excruciating as it had been the first time.

"PLEASE! please have mercy Master!" I weakly groaned out, looking up at him through half lidded, tear stained eyes. I hadn't even realised I had been crying, when had I started crying? When had I started calling this monster, this demon Master without thinking about it!? W-what's happening to me... I lost myself in that moment, everything except for his golden eyes fading away as I stared into them.

The moment that he spoke up, I was snapped back into reality. "No I won't have any mercy for you slut, I would maybe gave you mercy if you didn't threaten me with that sword." He said and then forced the trophy even further inside until it completely disappeared inside of my marehood. "Now tell me, how it feels to have one of your precious trophies forced up inside your cunt?" I sobbed, and choked at feeling the too large piece of glass being pushed into me, spreading me more than I had ever been spread in my entire life.

"It feels bad! It hurts..." I whispered in a cracking, trained voice, the screaming was already taking its toll and speaking started to become painful. "O-oh Luna please stop! I… anything I'll give you all my money, please just stop! I-I don't want to be a pet!"

"I already own you my dear, and that is something no amount of money can buy." He looked between my legs, at the mixture of blood and juices slowly seeping past the toy. I didn't want to become wet. I wish my body wouldn't do it, it was probably the most shameful part of all this, the fact that my body was trying to compensate for this defilement with lubrication. "Oh my, it looks like you made a mess down there. Let me get a paper towel to clean it up for you."

Following him with my eyes I whimpered loudly, seeing the 'paper towel' he was going to fetch was my Medical degree.  "I couldn't find a towel, so I'll use this instead." He practically purred, as he held it up in front of me, I screamed at him, or rather tried to, but words didn't come. Especially not after watching him clean me with something that symbolised the biggest accomplishment of my life, I could always get it replaced, but the meaning behind the act was clear... my life, happiness and accomplishments mean nothing to him.

NO! P-please don't! Don't you fucking dare you bastard!" I finally screamed, my mind finally catching up to my body to form words properly. I instantly regretted even saying anything, as he glared up at me. For a moment I feared for my life, he looked like he wanted to kill me then and there in retribution. I slumped on the floor sobbing brokenly, not even looking at the Stallion any more. "Fuck... you..."

"Aww don't cry, everything is going to be okay." He mocked, trying to contain his snickers, "here let me clean up your tears." He then proceeded to use the degree to dry my tears, adding further insult to the emotional injury. He showed off the degree afterwards, the ink was barely even legible anymore, "See, it is still in one piece, I'll even be so nice to hang it back up. You won't even see the difference." I hardly even noticed him purposefully tearing it, I simply followed him with what I hoped was a hateful defiant glare, praying I was stronger, desperately wishing I could snap his neck right now. But I couldn't even feel my magic; leaving me feeling empty and cold inside.

“Y-you..." I choked on my words, "I... hate you!" I finally managed to force out, trying to stand up on weak legs. It only lasted for a moment, before I crash back onto the floor with a loud pathetic whimper.

"Maybe you hate me now, but trust me, in a few days you'll learn to love your Master." He announced brazenly. Kicking at the trophy case to tumble it over, either shattering everything inside of it, or denting the few metal trophies that I had. I weakly reached out a hoof, as if that could somehow stop all my prized memories from being ruined. I felt devastated it felt worse than anything he could do to me physically.

"NO! I would rather die than love a monster like you!"

"Oops that totally wasn't my intension." He said with a large dose of insincerity lacing his voice. I watched him approach, mouth agape in absolute shock. It took a moment for me to realise the tip of his erection was in my mouth, I readied myself to bite, but paused as he spoke up once more. "Suck it, slut. And don't even think about biting me, or else I will destroy everything you cherish." My eyes shot to the pictures of my brother and Sister with me, a small bit of revenge was not worth it. I wasn't taking this lying down though and recoiled from the cock.

"S-stuff it down your own throat sicko!"

" Alright have it your way."

He walked off into the kitchen, and for a moment I had hope that the bastard had given up, he quickly came back with my armour and throws it on the ground out of reach but still in view, I was confused by that then it dawned on me as he spoke once more “I always wondered how many hits Guard armour could take before it's broken." Without even thinking about it, I crawled up to him, and with what was hopefully a disgusted look on my face I started to nuzzle and lap at his shaft. I wasn't going to let him destroy my armour, something that Autumn had crafted for me using her own magic, a gift for getting where I was in life, I'd never let him destroy it, it was the last thing I had he hadn't ruined. I tried not to retch at the taste of his cock, of that disgusting scent of his that was filling me.

"See, you are ready starting to love me. It just takes the right methods." He said placing his hoof on the back of my head.

I averted my gaze away, focusing on something different, like the pictures on the wall. I focused on better times, happier times. Taking his cock between my lips was disgusting, I hated the taste, although the deep musky scent of being so close to him made my head swim. I cursed biology as I bobbed my head back and forth letting my lips press down on his shaft, my tongue lightly lapping at the disgusting salty flesh, I couldn't stop trembling. The stallion terrified me and yet I wanted to bite him and to hurt him... I didn't though, if the previous night had taught me anything it was that I can't beat him in a physical fight, unless I strangle him in his sleep.

"It seems like my new pet is still in need of some training. And i thought you at least would have some oral skills with all those stallions in the guard." He commented, I didn't need to see his face to imagine the grin he had, that grin that made me want to punch him in the muzzle with my hoof guards. Shuddering in disgust I heard him moaning, it took so much restraint to not bite the entire thing off.

Pulling back from his cock for a short moment I protested, "M-Master... I... I don't even... s-swing this way!"

"You do now, now get back to work slut." He growled, using a hoof to force me back on to his shaft violently. I hadn't been expecting the strength he put in that push, nor was I expecting the flared head of his cock to be thrust deeply into my throat. Gagging heavily, I felt like my lunch was going to come up, I started struggling, though his hoof kept me in place. Frantically, I pushed my hooves against his hind legs trying to get away, hot tears rolling over my cheeks. I felt so weak, so pathetic as the edges of my vision started turning black. Calming down after the initial shock I simply submitted to the treatment, relaxing as best I could while trying not to retch in response to having a disgusting stallion's cock shoved down my throat. He laughed, the sick fuck was amused with my struggles, Luna help me I am going to kill him!

That's when it happened though, he thrust deeply down my throat when I was unprepared, and reflexively I closed my mouth. I bit him hard. The faint coppery taste in my mouth filled me with absolute terror, and before I knew I was scrambling to get away from the psychopathic stallion. The expression on my face must have been one of true horror as I crawled away from the stallion that was most certainly going to kill me now; this was it. My life was over. He turned from laughing to screaming once bitten, for a moment I thought I was going to get to the window to unlock it as he was busy clutching his cock.

"You fucking bitch! I told you not to bite me. Now you are going to be punished." He roared in anger, reaching over with a wing to retrieve a paddle from his saddle bag. Before I even realised he had grabbed my hoof and pulled me towards him. With a stroke of his powerful wings he brought the paddle down on by flank, I screamed, my vision growing blurry with fresh tears as the pain shot through my body. I kicked at him to no avail this time, he had me in his grip and I was going nowhere... I was trapped in the sick bastard's clutches.

"I'm sorry Master, it was an accident! P-please don't hurt me Master!!" I began screaming, desperately grasping at anything that might placate the evil sick fuck that was keeping me prisoner in my own home. "Please, I'll be good, I promise Master. Don't hurt me, no! No please don't hit me!" I cried out in pain as he kicked me in the ribs, blinding white hot pain shot through me. I hadn't broken anything but I was positive he'd bruised a rib, falling over and groaning out in pure agony. I curled up, my eyes closed and entire form trembling in a mixture of fear, pain and grief, shamelessly sobbing my eyes out, this nightmare wasn't going to end I was alone and trapped with... him.

"Shut up slut!" He screamed. "Now stand back up and present your ass for me."

"P-please..." I whispered, even though I did obediently present myself, the pain in my side radiating outward the moment I even dared shift my weight. "P-please Master..." I continued to beg in between sobs. I didn't dare look at him, I could already feel the moisture running down my inner thighs from the improvised toy that constantly shifted around inside me. My body again betraying my, I was disgusted with myself, not once but twice my own fucking body had betrayed me... I wanted to die; in the moment I hoped- no I prayed that he would end my miserable existence when he was done with me, if I couldn't kill him.

I screamed in agony the moment his paddle struck me once more. He had taken up a better position, he had the perfect angle to properly hit me now that I was presented for his abuse. "I told you to shut up, whore" He shouted and then continued his assault with the paddle. His furious, down right brutal assault, it hurt so much. Each strike sending a new wave of agony through my body. He switched cheeks with each strike, leaving a burning pain on the one that wasn't being hit. "Looks like somepony is getting off on this." He said, once he noticed the sticky mess below my raised tail. For a moment I tried to crawl away from his brutality once more, then I stopped dead in my tracks; if he was doing this to me then what would he do to me for further resisting him!? I needed to... I needed to pretend, I need to make sure that he believed my compliance though.

"I'm not! I don't want this, please stop!" I screamed in defiance, not wanting to admit that my traitorous body had found some sick perverted way to enjoy this abuse, a fact that horrified me to no end. I could feel the juices flowing more and more down my inner thigh, I tried to push the feelings of arousal away; to no avail, I was no doubt already winking at him, looking like a needy mare in heat. I hated myself then, how was it that some part of my mind was fucked up enough to enjoy being raped!?

"Don't lie to me slut, you love being abused by your master. Now I want you to beg for my cock, slut."

I kept myself presented for the paddle and every painful strike that he delivered. Even though there was a certain amount of pleasure physically, I hated it, I had always been... curious about this, but I had never thought that part of my mind would betray me. "Please, Master! F-fuck me... fill me with that big cock of yours! Make me scream your name." I shouted, though it was a shout without any emotion behind it. I simply went through the motions of what he wanted, waiting got him to give me a chance to... to kill him.

. "That was the worst begging I ever heard. Now do it better, before I punish you even worse." He growled, punctuating every sentence with the harshest strike with the paddle yet, for a moment I saw white as it lashed over my filled cunt, coaxing a scream of agony that hurt my throat.

"Please! Master please fuck me senseless! I..." I paused for a moment trying to hide the absolute disgust and contempt for this demon. I continued, with a voice that I thought sounded like an eager willing whore, I felt the last of my pride shrivel up and wither away as I did so. "Please fill me with your big godly cock, I need it in my whorish body Master! Please I... I want you to fill me again! I need your cum in me please! Fuck me please, I need to be used by you!" Not wanting to find out what the punishment would even be. Hiding behind my blonde mane, I felt the tears of shame and embarrassment rolling down my cheeks as I begged my rapist to use my treacherous body like he had the night before.

"Good girl, it wasn't that hard to tell me the truth right?" He asked, pressing his cock against my tailhole. Whimpering loudly, I didn't move. I wanted to move, I wanted to leap out of that window, even if it was to grab a piece of glass to slit my own throat with. But I couldn't, feeling his flared head pressing against my ass, I froze, it was as if he had put a knife to my throat; my body simply stopped responding. He didn't put a knife to my throat, instead he wrapped his hoof around my throat, keeping me in place, and threatening me with the slow horrible death through strangulation. As much as I wanted to die, I feared it as much as I feared him.

"N-No Master... P-please! Please use lube! I… I'm a virgin there, please!" I whimpered out, the sentence and then devolved into whimpering pathetically like a little foal.

He once more slapped his paddle directly onto my cutie mark. "Shut up slut. I decide what I will and won't do with your body, besides, my dick is still a bit wet from your spit." And then he unceremoniously rammed his disgusting cock into my tailhole. I screamed, and howled in absolute agony as I felt his massive cock displace my guts. The sick bastard had pushed in in one go, it hurt, I could even feel something inside of me tearing, a warmth aside from him violating me filling me, making his erection slip in more easily, as he thrusts himself in and out with grunts of pleasure. "How does it feel slut, to have both your virginities taken away from you by the same stallion?"

"Please Master! G-gentle please, I'll be a good mare, I swear! Please!" I screamed in absolute agony. When had I started calling him Master without thinking? I didn't have to remember to say it, it came out naturally... what the fuck is happening to me!? I can't let him get to me, think happy thoughts; I thought to myself, I wondered when and why. I distracted myself by thinking the only thing that I could, Autumn bursting through that door, blasting that sick fuck with one of her spells. I indulged the fantasy, imagining the horrible, gruesome nightmare inducing things that Sable would do to that stallion. The thoughts were sickening and yet at the same time they for a moment made me forget everything physical, I stopped registering the overwhelming mind numbing pain, and the pain that was caused by my own screaming.

"I told you to shut up slut! How many times do I have to tell you that, you fucking dumb bitch! " He shouted angrily. He started thrusting harder and harder, slamming his entire throbbing length deeply into me. It hurt a lot, the sensation wasn't helped by the fact that my drooling treacherous pussy was already filled to the brim with something larger than his cock. Unable to support my own weight I simply fell forwards, held up only by the hoof that was now slowly choking me. I stopped caring, I wanted to die, I wanted this pain to just end right fucking now.

Unfortunately, that wasn't what he had in store for me. He, I assumed, wanted me to experience the entire thing, because as my vision started to slowly fade to black at the edges he simply dropped me, so I stood supported only on my shaky hind legs. "Yes Master! I-I'm sorry! P-please m-make me a good filly!" I said, in what I thought was probably an emotionally dead voice. I tried my best to simply return to that fantasy, where he was being maimed and given a taste of his own medicine by my best friend Autumn; and my surrogate daughter, Sable. I couldn't get back into it though, the stinging pain of each thrust, the grunting and moaning in my ear too distracting for me to focus on anything.

"Good girl." He whispered, his thrusting slowing down ever so slightly in the moment. I was relieved, and thankful. I fucking hated him but I was thankful for the small little act of mercy of him slowing down. It worried me, especially as I thought of that was... nice of him, crossed my mind. I quickly stomped that part of myself into the ground; I shouldn't be thanking you for a small mercy. I should hate him regardless, and I did, I was seething by that point, and yet I forced myself to remain calm and endure. Taking a deep breath, I thought back to the wise words of my captain 'The best attack is made when least expected, and when you look your weakest.'. I focused on him, that fatherly Thestral stallion that'd helped me through basic; who had helped me build up my life after my parents had passed away. I would make him proud.

I focused my mind on one thing after that point, forming a plan. I needed to make him think that I was... breaking. That I am submitting to him and then, when he least expects it I'll strangle him with something, the fucking bed sheets if I have to. I made the decision then and there. I needed to start appearing like I was slowly enjoying this. I gave in to my body; switched my mind to off and simply let out the first natural moan as it came. It felt sickening and disgusting to do it... and yet there was a thrill that ran through me, a part of my relished in the act of properly surrendering to the pleasure, it was a part of me that needed to die, but for the moment I used it, I needed it if I was going to survive this.

"It sounds like my pet is enjoying this. Tell me how much you enjoy this pet." He practically purred in glee, biting my ear only to elicit another long drawn out moan. They were real, I didn't understand how the body could enjoy any of this... and yet it was, for the moment I welcomed it. I even went along with the instinctual urge to rock my hips against his, mating instinct taking over. And for that I was shamefully thankful. I didn't have to do a thing simply allowing it to happen was enough now.

"AH! Master! I... I love it!" sounded reluctant still, though there was a sliver of genuine pleasure running through my voice at that point, I wasn't a skilled actress, though I was pretty sure that Captain Cobalt Moon would be proud of the slowly breaking mare's voice that I was managing to pull off, or at least I felt I was pulling it off. I could feel him picking up his pace slightly, thrusts growing more and more erratic as time passed. Much like the night before he was about to blow his load; I thanked the goddesses for that fact, it was almost over, this pain could hopefully end for now. My cheeks heated up as a particularly loud moan passed my lips, it was humiliating still even if it was part of the plan.

"Doesn't it feel good to tell your master how much you love it when he uses your body for his own desire?" He said with that cocky chuckle of his, I was happy for a moment. Happy that he was fucking buying the act like the dumb fuck of a stallion he is. "Keep milking me pet I'm close."

"Yes! It feels great Master!" It wasn't sincere, my words were pained, even though there was a core of pleasure to my words, a true and sincere one. I was happy to feel him pulling out, it was a wonderful feeling. My entire body seemed to relax in response to it. My eyes slowly closed, then I suddenly realised that my eyes weren't closing but that my vision was simply fading to black. I fought to cling on to consciousness in that moment; the pain already nothing but a distant ache, the sensation of his warm seed being showered over my body was the last thing that I properly felt.

I shuddered in disgust. I clung to the waking world like a drowning pony to a piece of straw. But it was all for nought; it was a desperate losing battle that only served to shatter my non-existent price and self-esteem even more. I was so useless in fact that I couldn't remain awake, all I could do was listen to his cruel laughter and moans as the last strands of his seed were showered across my face. As the last of his seed hit me everything went black. I had lost to him again and he had won, it was all over If I couldn't even control my body to the point where I was able to not pass out from his abuse. A last attempt desperately I tried to push myself from the abyss of black.

Yet all the good it did me was force me to listen to his uproarious laughter "You're so pathetic!" And then there was nothing, my senses gave up first. The blackness took me in its sweet and merciful embrace. It was a small comfort; I swear in that moment I saw a dark blue Alicorn standing far away from me in the distance. Then there was nothing, no pain, no feelings not even dreams just endless nothingness and some measure of peace in the pathetic hell that was now my life.

<<<< To be Continued >>>>