Author's Note

When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a black horse! On his black flank, there stood a set of golden scales...

The Fat Black Cat Plays with Slaves in the Industrial Park

A pastel green unicorn mare, with a fizzy champagne bottle for a cutie mark, examined the shine of her hoof, bearing a listless expression, while the black stallion entered her from behind. Upon his black flank, he bore a set of golden scales. With every meager thrust, her short curly mane bounced un-enthusiastically. The high pitched squeals he made disgusted her, and she cringed slightly at every wail. Every time he opened his mouth, he sprayed her back with spittle.

Ugh.

She hated her job. But it paid the bills, and she was rather more well off than most citizens.

Financially, anyway.

In her mind, she made plans. She made plans for house cleaning, plans to make plans, and plans for a career change...maybe.

Her legs trembled under his immense weight, as she looked at the clock upon the wall. These sessions hurt her back and her pride more than anything else. The realization that it had only been ten minutes passed through her mind, and she silently rejoiced.

An age seemed to have gone by.

It should only be a couple more minutes now.

And, with a wail that would be more appropriate for an angry cat, he finished five minutes later and rolled off of her.

The mattress cried out in agony as he landed upon it.

She noticed, with disgust, the speed at which his seed dribbled out of her as she took long strides towards the door. As she left, the familiar words were spoken,

"You may retrieve your bits from my secretary,"

The door slammed.

The stallion yawned.

He laid on his side on an, unnecessarily large, ridiculous, heart shaped bed. On one hoof he rested his chin, the other hoof softly stroking his massive belly. He patted it proudly. Upon his gold plated bedside table, a bottle of fine wine caught his eye.

He extended a hoof, but he could not reach it. With a pang of sadness he thought, for the millionth time,

It is truly a shame that I am not a unicorn.

He had everything he, or any other mortal could ever possibly desire right at his hooves, except for that one thing he wanted the most, the one thing he had always wanted the most.

He stretched further for the bottle, but to no avail.

He sighed with displeasure.

He asked nopony, or perhaps some pony who was not there,

"Do you see the injustice I must regularly put up with?"

"How much longer will I be made to put up with such torture?"

He shook his head slowly, and then screamed, "JASPER!" He waited impatiently for moment.

As he screamed again, "JASPER!", the door swung open. A stiffly dressed earth pony stood in the doorway. He did his best to appear eager, as he said, "Yes, sir?"

"Pour for me a glass of wine, and fetch my pipe,"

Jasper did as he was told. He did not need to be told to place the pipe in the stallion's mouth. He lit a match, and set an ember to the mottled substance within. Jasper removed and replaced the pipe as necessary. With assistance, the black stallion smoked for a time, the silence occasionally broken by his wet, hacking cough. He periodically sipped his wine. The black stallion says suddenly,

"Jasper?"

"Yes, sir,"

"Look at my dick Jasper,"

Poor Jasper did as he was told. In truth, he saw it as he entered, he just did his best to avoid eye contact with it. It was shamelessly unsheathed. When his eyes meet the dick, he knows better than to remove his eyes from it until he is permitted, or else he might end up like the last servant to do so.

"Do you think it is a large dick Jasper?"

"Yes, sir," lied Jasper.

"Are you lieing to me Jasper?"

"No, sir," lied Jasper.

"Are you sure Jasper?"

"Yes, sir," lied Jasper.

"Does the size of my dick, simply dwarf your own, Jasper?"

"Yes, sir," lied Jasper.

"Do you wish you had a dick, as gargantuan as mine, Jasper?"

"Yes, sir," lied Jasper.

"Are you pleased to lay your eyes upon such a glorious dick, Jasper?"

"Yes, sir," lied Jasper.

The black stallion pauses for a moment.

"Is there any mail for me, Jasper?"

"Yes, sir," said Jasper.

He did not mean to say 'yes', but thankfully, there actually was a letter for the fat black stallion. That letter saved poor Jaspers life. But, in hindsight, he should have been prepared for a curve ball question. The master rountinely called him in after his sessions with prostitutes to boast about his dick.

"Very well, open it and hoof it over," he paused and then says, "You may now remove your eyes from my dick, Jasper." Poor Jasper silently praised Celestia.

Jasper removed the scroll from his pocket, breaks the royal seal, and held it before the black stallion.

"Ah, the Princess-Praise Her in All Her Oneness- has rescheduled her audience with yours truely,"

In that moment, the black stallion decided the silence he usually demanded from his servants was extremely irritating.

"Do. you. wish. to. know. why. Jasper?"

"Yes, sir," lied Jasper.

"In about two moons time, I am requested for an audience with the Princess, to review the taxation plan her highness and I had instated so very long ago,"

Jasper took the master's lazy hoof wave as an indication to remove the letter.

"That is all,"

As Jasper closed the door behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and thought,

Why didn't I stay in school?