Sister Slaves (Built Upon Dreams, Paid in Blood)

“Well, are you going to come or not?” Diamond asks, looking at his newly bought slaves. Pinkie and Limestone keep their eyes on the mansion. Its imposing stature intimidates them, keeping them frozen in place. Rolling his eyes, Diamond uses his magic and tugs the collars of their tattered slave-gowns. They stumble forward. Regaining their footing, they follow their Master up the granite steps to the large double mahogany doors.

Entering the home, they stand in a grand lobby. The sisters stare in amazement at what they see. In front of them are two massive curved-staircases made of white marble, ascending to a second-story center balcony that overlooks the main lobby.

Behind them is a massive center ten-feet arched-bay window that sits over the front doors, allowing the sunlight of the day to pour into the home, casting everything it touches in a soft glow.

Looking to their right, they see a large living-din through the open double doors. An ornate coal fireplace sits in the back in the right corner. Its white marble exterior standing out from the walls’ rich crimson paint. In the center of the room is a large coffee table with two plush couches on either side. Several paintings of unicorns and environments of varying sizes hang on the walls. A light with a bright red and white cone-lamp hangs above the coffee table, casting the room in its colorful light.

To their left, they see an open dining room and a kitchen connected to each other by a wall-sized archway. The dining room contains a ten-seater birch dining table, with a decorative candle display in the middle. A Victorian style light-lamp hangs above the table, making the room look rustic. Three plantation windows help light up the area with natural light. The kitchen’s walls are painted a bright white, its floors are coated in white-grey-black marble tiles. Its counters and cupboards are an ivory-white while the countertops are white marble with black specs.

Ring-Ding-a-Ling!

Diamond rings a small bronze bell he’s taken out from his overcoat’s pocket. Hoof steps are heard as they echo into the lobby, an earth pony mare in her early twenties emerges from the right-side archway by the stairs. “Yes, Master?” She bows her head, speaking in Unicorpian, she notices the sisters, her eyes light up, her emotions unclear.

The sisters stare at this mare. She wears an ivory-white long-sleeved polo-gown, with a red wool sleeveless-jacket over it. Her yellow mane is cut short like theirs, and her white fur looks like polished marble in the light.

“Won’t you be a dear and take these fillies to the slave quarters. I want them bathed and dressed in the appropriate attire.” He hands her their collars and leashes. “After they’re bathed, introduce them to the others, give them a tour of the place, explain to them the rules and then put them to work.” He rubs her cheek lovingly. She blushes and looks away with a smirk.

The sisters stare in confusion as they ponder their flirty behavior.

“Of course, Master.” The mare bows her head once more as she takes the items from him. “Come slaves.” She commands the sisters. With some hesitation, the sisters follow her through the archway heading to the back of the mansion. Diamond watches them as they walk down the hallway with a flat stare. Seeing them turn the corner, he sighs and walks up the stairs.

Getting to the door at the end of the hall, the mare opens it and guides the sisters inside.

Stepping into the room, the sisters see that it’s quite spacious. Its twenty-five-feet long and fifteen feet wide. Three, four-feet tall and two-feet wide bared windows adore the left-side wall. Two, three-feet halogen lamps hang from the ceiling, casting the room in harsh white light. The walls and ceiling are painted white, the floor is a flat birch wood tile.

Six beds and six nightstands are in the room, three on either side. The beds are adorned with simple black box-spring covers, white fitted sheets, flat white sheets, and white down pillows and comforters.

“Well, this is our room.” The mare speaks leaning on the door handle. “At the end of the room is the door leading to the restroom with a bathtub and toilet. This restroom is ours and is the only one in the house we can use.” She gives them a stern glare. “When you’re finished with your shower I’ll give you, your new outfits.” She smiles. “Are there any questions?”

Limestone looks at the mare with judging eyes. Pinkie, on the other hand, works up the courage to speak. “Ma’am?”

The mare gives her a smirk. “My you have good manners… Your Ma, past Master or Mistress must’ve taught you well.” She giggles to herself. “What is it dear?”

“What’s your name?” Pinkie smiles. “My name is Pinkie, and this is my sister Limestone…”

“Pinkie!” Limestone grabs her sister’s arm pulling her close to her. “Don’t…” Her words are cut off by the mare placing a finger on her and her sister’s lips.

“We’ll save introductions for later. You’re not presentable for such an occasion.” She looks at their worn slave gowns. “Now off to the showers before I call Master!” She snaps her fingers, pointing at the restroom. The sisters cower under her gaze and slowly walk to the end of the room, shutting the door behind them.

Pinkie and Limestone study their long-sleeved polo-gowns. The fabric is a soft silk, dyed ivory-white, the length of the skirt is just above their knees. Over their white gowns is a deep-red wool sleeveless jacket, with two white buttons on the placket.

Finding their behavior amusing, the mare gives a hum as she motions them to come over to her. The sisters obey and take their seats next to her on her bed. With a hum, she puts on their collars, adjusting the lengths accordingly.

Pinkie notices that the gems on the mare’s collar are yellow instead of red like her and her sisters. “Um?”

The mare looks at Pinkie, giving her a questioning glare. “Yes, little one? What is it?”

Pinkie fidgets with her fingers. “Why are your rubies a different color?”

The young mare runs her fingers along her collar. “They’re not rubies sweetie.” She adjusts Pinkie’s collar some more. “They’re topaz.”

“Why are they different?” Limestone questions.

“Well, the different colors show what status of slave you are.” She points at their collars. “You're common slaves, house slaves in fact, doing house chores.” She hums, checking their collars.

“Are you a house slave?” Pinkie tilts her head.

“Uh…” She blushes. “Yes, but I have other roles other than housework.” She gets up and commands the sisters to do the same.

“Like what?” Pinkie asks again, a small smile coming to her lips. Limestone looks at the mare with wondering eyes.

The mare, unsure of how to reply with an appropriate answer, just smiles. “I will tell you another time, right now that’s not important.” She walks up to the doors. “Now follow me, I will explain the rules as I give you a tour of the place.”

“Um?”

She sighs as she turns around looking at Pinkie. “What?”

“Um…” Pinkie plays with her collar. “We never got your name?”

“Poppy… My name is Poppy, now come, let’s go.”

“The hall we were just in, that leads to the laundry room, one of the doors to the backyard and the slave quarters.” Poppy points at the hall behind them. The sisters stare at the hall for a short second. “And of course, this it’s the main lobby. To our right are the dining room and kitchen. To our left is the guest lounge.” She walks through the large center archway, the sisters follow. “This large room is the main lounge. Master likes to entertain his high valued guest here, there is a billiard-table, a bar and over there is one of them moving picture displays. Master just put that in a month ago.” Poppy stares at the bulky metal projector hanging from the ceiling pointing at a blank wall.

The sisters stare at it, studying it. They never heard or seen such a thing. “What is it?” Limestone asks.

Poppy looks down at the fillies. “Um, from what I understand it’s like a picture book, but the pictures move…” She places her hands behind her back. “Anyhow… Let’s keep going.”

Stepping out of the room, they head up to the second story and walk down the wide and tall hall. “To our left is the Mistress’s and her daughter’s art room. And the other room at the end of the hall is the family’s living-room. And through that archway in the center leads to their daughter’s and son’s rooms and a balcony overlooking the west side of the property. To our right is the door that leads to the master bedroom and bath. And a few feet down at the end of the hall is another hall that leads to Master’s private quarters.”

Pinkie and Limestone scan the halls and the doors to the rooms. The entrance to the art room is open, revealing the work-in-progress paintings and art supplies littering the space. Pinkie feels an urge to go in and play with the brushes and pens. Seeing her giddiness, Poppy places her hands on her shoulders and guides her down the stairs. Pinkie grumbles and gives the mare a frown.

“What’s on the third floor?” Limestone asks.

“Oh, just the attic, we’re not allowed to go up there,” Poppy states quickly guiding them down the stairs.

“Where are Master’s wife and children?” Pinkie asks, her eyes full of questioning. All this new information overwhelming her.

“They’re not here right now.” She states getting to the bottom of the stairs. “The Mistress is shopping with her daughter and their son is still in boot camp.” She rustles their manes. “He’s training, improving his skills so one day he can fight for the glory of Unicorpia, for a better future.” She walks towards the archway near the kitchen commanding them to come. Limestone and Pinkie look at the mare with hesitation. Her statement scares them. Looking at each other with concern, they slowly follow her.

Opening the door at the end of the hall, Poppy and the sisters step outside, with a happy sigh, Poppy shows the sisters the backyard. Limestone and Pinkie are blown away. It spreads out about four acres. The hillside and forest surrounding the property act as a natural wall, protecting and adding privacy for the residents of the home. Limestone and Pinkie frown when they see a large metal wire fence, with barbwire lining the property.

Removing their attention from the fence, they look over to the right-side of the backyard and see a half an acre verity garden full of corn, cabbage, radishes, carrots, tomatoes, blackberries, strawberries and other small-sized vegetables and fruits. They eye a teen earth pony colt working the small garden. His blonde mane is cut short, almost a buzz-cut. His tail is only a foot long. His red fur stands out from all the green that surrounds him. He looks up from his work and notices the sisters, a small blush comes to his cheeks.

“That’s Macintosh.” Poppy comments. “He cooks meals and works the garden.” She pats their backs. “Go say hi.” Her tone sounds more like a command.

Nervous that she might get mad, Limestone and Pinkie walk up to the colt. As they near him, Limestone can clearly make out his features, even for being in his mid-teens, his masculine traits are apparent.

Macintosh studies the sisters as they come up to him. He’s curious by Pinkie’s appearance, he’s never seen an earth pony so, pink. He has seen colorful pegasi and unicorns back in his hometown of Cameroon, but most earth ponies he’s seen never reach such hues. Limestone’s appearance, on the other hand, causes him to blush. For being thirteen, he can tell that she’s going through puberty. He can see the hourglass shape most mares have, and her stride is alluring.

Pinkie studies the colt. She can see he’s tall and strong for his age. She also notices his nervous behavior, his blush showing through his red fur. She turns her attention to her sister and sees that she is blushing too. A smirk comes across her lips. She hopes this soon too be exchange will bring some happiness to their gloomy situation.

Standing in front of the colt. Limestone blushes as she offers her right hand. Pinkie copies her. “H-Hello.” Limestone stutters as she looks at him shyly.

Macintosh takes her hand. “Hello.” He swallows a lump as he shakes Pinkie’s hand. “What would yer names be?”

“Hi!” Pinkie giggles at their flustered moods. “My name is Pinkie! And that’s my big sister Limestone! She’s really awesome at playing the piano!” She lets out some giggles.

“Hello, Miss. Limestone, Miss. Pinkie.” Macintosh says formally with a blush. “It’s nice to meet you?” He blushes some more. “Uh… I forgot, mah name’s Macintosh.”

Pinkie giggles at the colt’s chivalry. Limestone blushes at her name being formalized. “Thank you, Mr. Macintosh.” Limestone replies. Macintosh looks away trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Come! We have two more ponies to meet!” Poppy calls out, smirking at them. The sisters bow their heads and return to Poppy’s side. Macintosh watches as they head off to the left side of the yard towards the warehouse.

Getting to the warehouse Poppy peaks in the building and sees two stallions working on a putter-car. “Hello?” She calls out. The stallions look up from their work and look over at her. They notice the sisters standing next to her and give them bewildered stares. “I’m introducing Master’s new slaves to everyone.”

“Master’s bought him some fillies Usip!” The stallion laying on a mechanic’s creep shouts.

“He sure has,” Usip states with a dull tone studying their appearance. The sisters feel uncomfortable under his stare.

“Hey how much you wanna bet he bought them to be his young concubines?!” The stallion giggles to himself.

“Jasper!” Poppy hisses. “Watch your foul language!” She stands over him. “Look at their collars!” Jasper looks at the collars and just shrugs his shoulders. Poppy growls. “They’re common house slaves.”

“Like that means anything,” Jasper growls back as he stands up getting in her face. “I think you know what I mean...” He stares at her collar. “Ungodly mare!” He hisses walking to the back of the warehouse up to a tool chest.

Poppy glares at him. “Ignore him, he’s too religious for his own good…” Usip hears the stallion cuss under his breath. “Or so he thinks.” He looks at the fillies. “So, what are your names?”

Limestone puts her hands over her lap. “Limestone.” She brings her sister into a side embrace. “And this is my sister Pinkie.”

Usip smiles. “Nice to you meet you, little missies.” The sisters blush at the stallion’s kind words. “Have they met Mac yet?”

Poppy smiles. “Oh yes.” She gives a smirk as she runs her fingers through Limestone’s mane. “This one was a little flirty with him.” Limestone blushes and shakes her head in disagreement, her eyes glaring at the young mare.

Usip laughs. “Ha, I needed that, been very bland here.” He kneels down to be at eye level with the sisters. “I’ll give you some advice fillies that will keep you alive and out of trouble.” The sisters give their full attention to the mention of death. “Listen to Master and follow his every command. Same goes for the Mistress. You do that, and all will be merry.” He points at a five-feet tall two-and-a-half-feet diameter pole by the fence. “If you break the rules, however, it’s the whipping pole for you…” He lifts his shirt and shows them his scars.”

The sisters shiver at the sight of them.

“You understand?” Poppy adds.

Limestone and Pinkie look up at the young mare. “Yes…” They softly reply.

“Good.” She places her hands against their backs and leads them out of the warehouse. “It’s time to get to work.”

Pinkie grumbles as she runs the dust cloth across the guest lounge’s coffee table. Her small hands expertly clean the intricate nooks of the carvings along the table’s sides and legs. Finishing up with the coffee table, she gets up and walks over to the bookshelves and begins taking out the books setting them down on the floor into several piles.

Limestone stands by the fireplace, cleaning the mantel with a cloth and spray bottle of marble cleaner. The mantel is at her eye level, she has to stand on her tippy-hooves to clean the whole surface.

Poppy leans on the corner pillar of the corner archway of the guest lounge. She watches them as they work, making sure they did their job right, her eyes studying their every move.

CLICK!

The locks disengage, and the front doors swing open. A unicorn mare and her daughter step into the home. Setting down their bags, her daughter shuts the doors and relocks them with a unique key. “We’re finally home!” The mare huffs. “Traffic was awful…” She sees that her slave, Poppy is just standing in the archway of the guest lounge looking into it. “Poppy, what are you doing just standing there doing nothing, you should be working?”

Poppy quickly gives a bow. “I am working Holly.” She points into the room. “Master bought two new slaves today.” She smiles. “I’m making sure they’re doing their work properly.”

Holly and her daughter give each other raised brows before walking to the lounge. Peeking into the room, they see two young earth pony fillies cleaning the lounge’s furniture.

The sisters hearing the mares entering the room, look at their mistresses, studying them.

Holly looks to be forty-one years of age. Her fur color is a light peach, and her mane is a brilliant white. Her hazel eyes hold a lot of kindness yet control at the same time, a firmness, one that tells them that she shouldn’t be crossed in any way. Her daughter looks to be sixteen, like their eldest sister Maud. Her mane is a light-indigo-blue, her fur a brilliant white. Her eyes are just like her mother’s.

“I didn’t know my husband bought new slaves…” Holly tells herself. “Poppy, do you know where my husband is?”

Poppy bows her head. “Yes, he’s in his personal office.

Diamond sits at his desk mulling over paperwork dealing with his locomotive business. He lets out a long sigh as he opens a binder. Rubbing his brow, he leans back in his chair and takes a sip of his bourbon. “Damn… I’m going to need a lot of financing.” He reads one of the papers within the folder. It's an order from the King, asking for ten new state-of-the-art steam-trains, capable of hulling several new Landships. Which are hulking blocks of steel, with a massive rotating 50mm cannon on top, several machineguns on its sides, powered by a V4 deasil engine that sends torque to two heavy-duty-metal-tracks.

Taking another sip of his bourbon, he looks out the three-foot-by-six-foot window. He eyes the trees hugging the mountainside. He sees his stallion slaves working the field. Off in the distance, he sees an airship flying towards Canterlot. He growls, those blasted machines are cutting into his bottom line. He thinks back to their creation, their first maiden voyage.

The first airship was a simple flying machine, built when he was just twenty years old, in the northern human nation-state of Capricorn. It was only about a hundred yards long and fifty yards wide, a fragile wooden cockpit and a balloon made of a lightweight cloth filled with hydrogen.

For a while, many nations looked at the machines as a novelty, an expensive and dangerous one. Many early models had the tendency to explode into flames when they landed. But after several top feline scientists of the Cattery Aeronautics division made some improvements, many nations adopted them. With the improvements they proved themselves to be capable transport vehicles for military and civilian personnel as well as central bombardment units for the battlefield.

Diamond rubs his brow, taking another sip of his drink. He’s thankful at least that the airship couldn’t hull cargo weight in the tons. Trains were still needed for such a job. “And it better stay that way for a long while.” He speaks to himself.

KNOCK!

Hearing a knock on the door, he turns his attention to it. “Come on in!” The door opens revealing his wife. “Oh, hello dear, what is it that you need?”

“Oh, nothing.” His wife hums as she steps into the room, taking a seat in a Victorian style chair beside his desk. “So…” She leans back in her seat. “I heard from your harem, that you bought two new slaves.” She frowns. “Without asking me!”

Diamond gives a huff. “Holly, please!” He finishes his drink and pours more bourbon into his glass.

“Please?!” Holly crosses her arms. “Don’t tell me those slaves are the reason why you fired our maids?”

“They were charging too many bits for a lousy job!” Diamond leans back in his chair. “I know the slaves I bought are young, but when I instill a mindset of fear, showing them who’s alpha, they’ll be worth the bits I spent.” He finishes his glass and fills it up once more.

Holly sighs and sees that the sixteen-ounce bottle is a third of the way full. “I hope in the future you keep them as common house slaves?”

Diamond gives a sign. “I plan on it, I only want one harem.” He looks out the window. ”But I do find your question wanting.”

Holly looks down at her lap. “I just want to make sure…”

“You’re my true love, that’s why I married you, gave you children, but we cannot deny biology, our evolution, stallions are not meant to only have one mating partner, same goes for mares.” He fills up his glass once more. “At least we have something in common with our winged brethren, both pegasi and bat ponies.”

Holly huffs. “I don’t want another stallion in my life.”

Diamond rolls his eyes. “Don’t be a human, a feline… an earth pony!”

Holly gives her husband a dull stare. “I will not…” She gives a sigh. “I’ll introduce myself to our new slaves.” She gets up and heads out of his office. “What meal do you want Macintosh to cook tonight?”

“Let’s have cabbage stew, it’s going to be a cold night tonight.” Diamond replies as he skims through some papers. Holly nods and heads out of the room.

Pinkie looks out the windows by the front doors and watches the sun dip slowly towards the horizon. With a sigh, she turns her gaze to the clock on the wall above the archway behind her. She can’t read the symbols, but they’re laid out in the same fashion as an Earthen clock would be, she just mentally switches the symbols. ‘5:23 pm.’ She gives a huff and looks over at her sister who’s mopping the tiled floor.

“Pinkie get cleaning!” Poppy states, snapping her fingers.

Pinkie shivers as she walks over to accent table conforming to the curvature of stairs and begins removing the picture frames and decorative knick-knacks from its surface. Picking up one of the photos, she looks down at it and sees Diamond, Holly and their two children standing by a statue of a unicorn stallion located somewhere in the Unicorpian Empire. She frowns, a tight sensation forms in her chest. ‘They look so happy… like my family… did…’

“Hello dear.”

Pinkie puts the photo close to her chest and whips her head around and up. She sees Holly standing over her, giving her a dull smile. Pinkie stares at her with wide eyes. Limestone stops her mopping and looks up as well, staring at the mare with curious eyes. Poppy bows for her mistress. “Bow!” Poppy growls at the sisters.

“It’s alright Poppy, they’re new, they’ll have time to fall in line,” Holly commands, before looking down at Pinkie. “Looking at our photos?” Pinkie feels a blush come to her cheeks as she looks down at the picture once more. Holly smirks at her expressions. “You’re a shy one.”

“No!... I… I mean, I’m not shy mistress…” Pinkie replies, shaking. “Um, you look really happy.” She hands her Mistress the photo.

Holly takes the photo and looks at it. “Yes… happy.” She looks at Poppy, who looks away with an embarrassed blush. Seeing Pinkie’s sister standing in the hall, she gives her a smile. “So, is she your sister?”

Pinkie looks back at her sister then back at Holly. “Yes.” She feels a funny feeling forming in her chest. “Her name is Limestone, and my name is Pinkie!” She smiles. Limestone gives a bow. Seeing he sister bow, Pinkie bows as well.

Holly smiles. She finds their names quite interesting. “Well little ones, I expect you to be on your best behaviors, and obey our every command.” She heads into the main lounge. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Limestone and Pinkie nod.

“Please, don’t call me Mistress, you can call me Holly.” Before stepping into the room, she gives Poppy a small smile. “Oh, Poppy, I want the new slaves to help Macintosh prepare our meals from now on. He’ll teach them, so you don’t have to.” She gives her a sly smile. “I plan on giving you and Usip another task to do during supper, understand?” Poppy nods, but her eyes scream out in anger. “See you slaves during supper.”

Limestone and Pinkie peek at the dining room through the kitchen’s archway. They study their masters as they sit at the table. Diamond sits to their right at the head on the table, reading the paper, while Holly sits on the opposite end reading a book, while their daughter sits in the middle facing them, sketching in her notepad.

Feeling eyes are upon her, their daughter looks up and stares at the sisters. “Father?”

“Yes, Ashlyn?” Diamond replies, not looking up from his paper.

“The new slaves you bought are staring at me?” Ashlyn sighs.

Diamond looks over at the kitchen and sees the sisters staring at them with questioning and judging eyes. With a frown, he snaps his fingers. The sisters jerk, and duck back into the kitchen. With a sigh, he returns to his paper.

Nervous they may have angered their Master, Pinkie and Limestone walk over to Macintosh, watching him slave away at a meal cooking on the stove.

Sensing their presence, he quickly glances at them and gives a small smile. “Don’t worry, Master is not angry… not yet at least.” He points to a cupboard behind him. “Get the bowls ready.” Limestone and Pinkie obey his command and set the bowls on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. Biting his tongue, Macintosh lifts the pot off the flames and gingerly pours the soup in the bowls.

Limestone and Pinkie look into the bowls, staring at the pieces of halibut and green cabbage floating in the golden-tinted broth.

"If you’re hungry don’t worry, we'll have some after our masters finish their's.” Macintosh replies, adding some garnish. “Master hates wasting things.” Limestone and Pinkie look at the pot that’s back on the stove, licking their lips. Its been several days without a proper meal and the thought of eating wets their mouth. Smirking at the sisters’ expressions, he steps back with a happy sigh. “Alright, go ahead and serve them.” The sisters nod and gently pick up the bowls. Limestone picks up two and Pinkie picks up one.

Stepping out into the dining room, Limestone walks up Diamond and places his bowl before him, then she places Ashlyn's before her. Pinkie walks over to Holly and gives her, her bowl. Holly gives her a soft smile. “You're doing well for your first night.” She looks at the table's surface. “You did a good job setting the table.” She takes a spoonful and begins chewing. Pinkie watches her, confused at what to do next.

“You and your sister stand over there.” Diamond states pointing at the corner beside the kitchen’s entrance. “Wait there until we finish eating or until we need your services.” He snaps his fingers. The sisters shyly bow their heads and stand in the corner.

Holly studies them from afar. “They seem very timid.” She sirs her soup. “They’re going to need a lot of work.”

Diamond gives a long sigh. “I prefer that they remain timid.” He sips his wine. “They need to know the pecking order.”

Holly huffs. “They’re still ponies.”

“They’re feral ponies. Their kind is still evolutionary behind us.” Diamond grunts, but he lets out a long sigh when he catches his tone of voice. “I don’t mind showing some affection for our slaves sweetheart, but we still need to show force, show who’s the alpha, it’s how their social order works.” He gives his wife a small smile. “Let’s not repeat this conversation again… Shall we.”

Holly nods. “Yes, I agree.” She looks at her daughter. “How has school been, dear?”

Ashlyn looks at her mother. “Good, our teacher is planning on taking us to Wellington Shores next week to paint coastal landscapes.”

“I’ve always loved that place.” Diamond smiles. “That’s where I proposed to your mother.” He looks at his wife. She looks back at him with a smirk. Ashlyn rolls her eyes and returns to her meal. Limestone and Pinkie stare at their masters with dull stares, their hunger growing by the minute.

Sitting on Limestone’s bed, Pinkie and her sister consume their meals hungrily. The other slaves look at them with wonder.

“Damn, they seem to be starving.” Jasper states.

“It seems like the camp they were in, wasn’t feeding them the right nutrients.” Usip hums as he sips his broth. Macintosh sits on his bed, watching Limestone eat. She looks up at him as she feels his gaze. Blushing, Macintosh looks down at his meal. She blushes to, and looks back down at her meal.

Poppy looks at Pinkie who scrapping what little pieces remain in her bowl. “You’re done little one.” She states with a dull tone.

Pinkie looks up at the young mare with wide-eyes. “Can I have seconds?” She holds up her bowl.

Poppy rolls her eyes. “No, Macintosh only made enough for each of us to have one serving! Now set your bowl in the corner over there!” She points at the left corner of the room. Pinkie mumbles a cry and gives the mare a dull stare as she walks over to the corner, her eyes never leaving the mare.

Usip looks at the filly. “Go easy on her.”

“Why should I!” Poppy growls. “She needs to learn her place!” She puts a spoonful in her mouth.

Usip looks at her with a raised brow. With a sigh, he gets up and walks up to Limestone. “Are you finished?”

Limestone looks at her empty bowl. “Yes, I am.” Usip offers his hand. Limestone nods and hands him, her bowl. With a smirk, he walks over to the corner and places the bowl on top of the other. Along the way he ruffles Pinkie's mane.

Walking back, Pinkie jumps in her sister's bed and takes her place on the right side. Poppy gives Pinkie a stern glare. “You need to sleep in your own bed!” She spits.

Pinkie feels her chest get heavy. “What?”

“We all have our own beds, count them, there are six of them.” Poppy points at Pinkie’s bed. “In your own bed, NOW!”

Limestone growls at the mare. “We have always slept with each other!”

Poppy growls back. “I don’t care!”

Macintosh tries to speak up, but Poppy’s glare causes him to cower. Usip, on the other hand, walks up to the mare. “For this night, let them sleep with one another.” He whispers in a stern tone. Poppy falters as he grabs the back of he neck. “I can see you're threatened by them, but if I remember correctly, you said that they’re common house slaves…” He gives her a dull stare. “So, you shouldn’t worry about losing your status.” She goes limp and cowers on her bed. With a sigh, he looks at the sisters. “Time for bed.” He walks over to the door and places his index finger on the light switch. “We all have a busy day tomorrow.”