A Little Vice

I wake up in the middle of the night, Fleur climbing into bed freshly showered. I can tell the difference from the depth of the scent she’s covered in, and she has only a light mask of coconut covering her beautiful natural scent.

She hums when I wrap my leg over her and pull her close to me, I nuzzle into her mane with a snort.

“Fancy, that tickles. Are you in the mood?”

“No, darling. I’ve simply had the most relaxing evening, every ounce of stress I feel I’ve ever had was released over the past few hours and I think I’ll be having the best sleep tonight, especially with you here with me.”

“Awe, Fancy Pants, that’s one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard. You’re so nice to me,” she moves back closer and sighs as I move my head to rest on her neck.

“How was your evening?” I ask softly, sleep encroaching upon me.

“Same as it’s been for the past while, Fancy,” she yawns, “I was motherly and nothing more. He’s a foal in a stallion’s body,” she yawns again, “he even drank milk from a bottle again,” she chuckles softly while I do. “At least I can sing him to sleep, it’s good practice,” we share a sigh as I lower my leg and place a hoof on her extended belly, falling asleep with a smile.

...

I open my eyes and the morning light shines into my eyes warmly. Not nearly as bright as it would be had I not purchased tinting glass, I’m far from a fool, afterall. With a quiet but long exhale, Fleur’s ears twitch.

“Already awake?” she asks and turns to face me, resting a hoof against my sheath. “Maybe you can help me wake up, too?”

I feel a stirring that I can’t deny as my muscles relax and I begin to expose. She rolls to her belly and scoots down the bed and moves between my hind legs, barrel against the base of my balls. She takes me into her warm mouth with a hum, flair first. She bobs a little then stands on her front legs fully, taking almost all of me into her mouth and down her throat.

I shudder as the tingles from the ring on my shaft move through my rod and into my body with haste. From there she takes the consistent motions of in and out that are so typical, yet as I lay back and revel in the slurping sounds, feeling of warm mouth and suddenly chilled air cycling… I hear birds chirping.

My ears turn to the sound but I don’t see anything outside the closed balcony doors. The feelings churning inside me are powerful and wonderful, but something is stirring in my mind, something I can’t explain.

The alternate reality is returning, and I can’t explain why. It’s slowly appearing, we’re on a bed of grass in the wheat fields on my lands with only my past animals living their afterlives peacefully.

Fleur stops sucking me and climbs up my body, rubs her teats against my rod from base to tip then I feel my cock stop against the base of her tail. We lock eyes and she lowers to kiss me, her firm lips belie the soft tongue that dances into my mouth, her breath is so hot and wet, making me mewl like a cat.

She giggles, using her tail to lower my flair enough to press against her vulva. She inhales sharply, deeply at the feeling of my sliding inside her body as she rocks her hips backwards. She bites her lip and closes her eyes as she passes my ring and whimpers.

I close my eyes and inhale the scent of fresh wheat and grass. The fields returning fully with my former playmates playing, others stopping to watch our sexual act. Even though I’m certain it’s quite the sight to see, I prefer to share this experience alone. My horn alights and I cast everything away from us.

“My, my. I’ve never seen you push before,” she tells me breathily, “I hope to see what you do next.” With that statement she moves her hind up my body until I’m almost out of her, then with a rush of sensations, mostly her tight pussy sliding all the way to the base of my cock with a slapping sound.

She moans loudly each time her bottom snacks my body.

Four more times and I’m at the threshold. With a warning, as a gentlecolt should, I lean up, wrap my forelegs around her barrel, and call ‘Fleur’, several times as I release my seed inside her.

I feel overflow spilling onto my belly as she refuses to stop, moaning, groaning into her closed mouth. Finally, she exhales with a whinney as she bottoms out, taking my all inside her again. She calls my title and full name twice as she orgasms, drool leaving her mouth as her hooves dig into the bed, an audible ripping sound ticking my ear, reminding me I’m not in a field of wheat, as it seems.

Her legs give and she lands on me, forcing a breath out of me from her weight that I won’t mention to her, ever.

She rolls to her side of the bed and with an amazing tingling feeling leaves me to the cool, torturous air of the room. A squelch from her nethers sends us both snickering, out of breath and spent, sexually.

We share a jovial moment before she suddenly rolls away from me and is on her hooves with a hop. “Okay, I am so ready for the day now! We have a supper party at Canterlot Gardens, lunch with Blueblood’s secret boyfriend. That Blueblood, never would have thought, to be honest. Then there’s-” she continues to speak of her, our, plans into and through her time in the bathroom. She returns and picks all the covers, pillows, and comforters from the floor and puts them onto the bed beside me. “Get up, Fancy,” she whines with a pout of her lip, “we have so much to do today and I can’t waaait.”

“Oh, darling, please. After what you just did to me I’d be surprised if I could even walk.”

She picks me up in her magic with a bit of strain on her face. “You get up… and dressed, we’re going to do stuff today,” she lets me go and I land on my hooves, then pants. “And we’re gonna have fun, right?”

My legs wobble slightly but hold, I look below me to see several drops leave my retracting rod and huff. “Sorry darling, I tried to put it all where it belongs. Instead I waste some, we should have another go to make sure it’s all where it belongs.”

She looks at me with a smirk. “Not a chance, I’m already going to carry your scent for days after this one. We’ve got things to do and places to go, and I won’t go there walking sideways and spilling your semen across my tail as we transverse the city.”

I blink at the imagery she gives me and I feel another stirring.

“Oh no you don’t, Fancy,” she opens my closet and tosses an outfit at me, “stop thinking of making me more pregnant and get dressed,” she turns with a grace that is like pouring water into a pond and prances to the bedroom door, opening it as she goes. Before she leaves her tail moves quickly to the side, showing me a small stream of white cum from her slit connected to her tail, then closes the door without even looking back at me once.

That mare drives me mad, in a good way.

I look at the mare on the table below me, her hind legs were tied tightly to prevent further blood loss until a week ago, leaving permanent binding marks on her ankles but bones exposed quite well. Her wing nubs healed over nicely as well, twitching irregularly. She looks at the ceiling, eyelids closed, but still open. I smile to myself at what I’ve done and accomplished. I speak softly to the mare. “Rider, are you here?”

No answer.

I bring a watering pot full of water to her muzzle I pour some to her lips, an ounce at most. “Rider?” I pour some more and her lips purse and open a crack. She inhales and her eyes wander as her sticks her tongue out. Once water passes her teeth she jerks slightly, fighting her bonds to get at the water.

I pour at a steady pace, slowing when needed so she doesn’t choke or inhale. She slurps, bites, gulps the water almost violently until it’s all gone. Her eyes are open, having been opened for some time, it seems, and she’s looking at me, panting to catch her breath. I unstrap her head and look at the imprint of the strap across her head from so many weeks.

“Wh-why?”

“‘Why’ what?”

“W-water, food, alive?”

“Ah, why not let you die? Why give you water and food? Why keep you alive the way you are?” I ask. She whimpers agreement. “Because, my pet,” I run my soft, polished hoof across her muzzle and lean over her, looking into her trembling eyes, “as I said, you’re mine in exchange for your wings.”

She gulps, her hind legs lower to the table with a clack as her exposed bones strike the table, not even a wince anymore as her legs have practically healed by now. She looks to the ceiling and closes her eyelids for some reason. “Rider, ready,” is all she says as I bring light to my horn.

“Then, let’s continue...”

Dear Journal.

It’s been several months since Fleur and I have been wed. Many things have transpired, each greater than the last and each brought nearly the destruction of our lands by increasingly terrifying monsters.

I laugh at the beasts as I write in your leather bound cover, using blood as ink in my ‘secure vault’.

I must say that since Nightmare Moon reared her lovely head it’s been so easy to expand my playroom into a playhouse.

I’m just another noble trying to hide from their problems, as far as the world is concerned. It’s unfortunate only Grey Withers and I have access to the bunker I’m in, as if there is a true event I’ll have to leave Fleur behind while I hide in here. She doesn’t know that, though.

In honesty, I don’t believe she could handle the smell for long. And I’d have to risk putting her on one of my tables to keep my secrets safe. So I’d rather her die on the mountain surface than in here, under me. I love her too much to watch her die, and there’s only one other mare I can say that about.

Oh, number 21 is waking up and it’s about time I start the game. I’ll update you with the events when it’s over.

Ta-ta

I lower the quill and make certain to cover the inkwell firmly so the blood doesn’t dry out again. It’s not as easy to come by blood that works right in a paper book without, pardon the pun, bleeding into other lines or letters or through pages.

I leave my small office adjacent to the large round room that is supposed to be an after world dance area for those I save with me. As if. The room is darkened outside the only light cast a length and a half around the immediate table in use, and I’ve many tables to use these days.

I stay out of sight while he wakes up and struggles for a while. He shouts and calls, asking for release and for somepony to help him. I watch until he sighs in his restraints and relaxes before letting my pet loose from her room. The door clanks loudly as it’s lock is undone and squeals on its hinges when it swings open.

I watch through the magical darkness as time passes and the stallion begins speaking to whoever may be there. Her forehoof pokes through the crack in the door, then her snout pokes through. With a snort she peeks her head out and looks both ways before taking a step out of her room.

I pull a holding pin on the underside of this table and he yelps the table falls, stopping with him strapped still, sideways, facing the mare in the darkness.

“Hello? I think I broke your table, and I’m really sorry. I can help fix it or buy you a new one, if you’ll help me get loose I’ll start on that right away.”

Celestia’s anus, these ponies are still as ignorant and kind as ever. I roll my eyes and look to the mare that’s now got her one ear perked in his direction. She moves from the room, wings sewn to her sides; primaries dragging on the floor. I watch as she moves her front left, hind left with a limp, front right, rear right with a limp.

The unnatural sounds of bones instead of hooves striking the stone floor is unnerving to me, even after all this time, I wonder how he’s handling it.

He twitches as the bones clack on the floor, he’s silent now, eyes wide watching, waiting for what’s making them to enter the light. Rider, so renamed since she no longer truly has wings, reaches the light border and pensively raises a foreleg. Trembling, she poked the boundary, testing it.

“Hello?! I see your hoof, can you release me? I’m really a nice stallion and I’ll be your friend, I’ll even buy you-”

He’s talking, as friendly and ignorant as them all. Rider has been trained well, though. I just have to stand here and watch the fun begin.

She extends her leg fully into the light, I watch her eyelids scrunch as she fears the light. Completely unable to hide from it now, she lives in dimness and darkness in the room I’ve given her. What some would call a coat closet can be more of a bedroom than they’d believe.

He’s grinning, but here it comes…

“I’m Riled Leaves, what’s your name?”

She gurgles mucus in the back of her throat as she balances and steps into the light, just her front half though. He stares at her for merely two seconds before screaming like a foal wanting attention - which reminds me of the future I’ll be having in a mere couple months - as she opens her eyelids, blinking several times more by instinct than training.

He struggles in his restraints while fear takes complete control of him, then he pisses. Disgusting mud stomper.

She sneers as he releases himself and scowls at him. “Shut up, beast! How dare you sully Master’s floor?!” her voice resonates through the room, he still whimpers through his closed muzzle. Her voice is deep and as threatening as she can make it. “You see me? What I have done to please my master? To earn his love and kindness? To have my wings returned to me?!

“I found truth in Him, and you dare to piss in his home?! You disgusting mudder,” she spits red tinted spit onto the floor. Ah, she’s enjoying the strawberries, I see. She moves from the shadows completely, her rear ankles coming into view are what his eyes lock onto.

I can see the stallion’s mane from this angle and it’s prickling, he’s going to vomit soon! Oh, if it gets on Rider he’s in for a thrashing. I muse to myself.

“Look at me,” she hisses and moves her wing stubs as though she were flying, “am, am I pretty?” she asks him, kindness in her voice.

“Gmuh… Uh, yyyes?”

“Yes? You, think... you think I’m pretty?” she cocks her head to the side and smiles, showing the missing teeth I pulled to encourage her obedience.

“Yyesss,” he makes a hiccup sound, “maybe you can let me go and I can,” he gulps as she moves closer to him, merely a leg's length away, “bbbuy yyou ssome, uh,” he looks her over, avoiding everything about her, “food?”

“Oh? What kind?”

“Uhm… garden vegetable salad, uh, soup?”

“You’re making fun of my teeth! You know I don’t have them all and you’re offering my crunchy food?! You are a monster,” she finishes with a showing of her teeth. At least she has most of her molars, I’m quite kind, indeed.

“M-miss, I’m… I,” she raises a hoof and brings it down across his belly, scratching him badly enough to bring blood but not enough to make him scream, thankfully. He hisses in pain, eyes shut. He opens them again and jolts, she’s almost muzzle to muzzle with him.

“You have many, I want them. Master, he will get them for me,” she scans his body and stops when she comes across his hind hooves and moves quickly to them. “And, your hooves, too. I like your hooves, maybe,” she blinks obviously to him, so he sees her eyes watching him, “they will fit me.”

“Pplease, don’t tell your Master I’m here. I’ll never tell anypony about you, or this place. I, I don’t even know where it is,” he starts to weep, tears dripping to the floor parallel to his body.

“Mmmmaaaasssterrrr…” she calls softly as she smiles to him and turns to the shadows to leave.

“No! Don’t leave me here, untie me!”

“Mmmmaaaasssterrrr…” she calls again as she disappears into the shadows and moves back to her doorway. I move a large bag of soft foods and candy above her and into her room for her when she gets there. She knows to close the door, slowly for effect. Her steps clacking unevenly as she goes, the only other sound is his whimpering.”

A few minutes of a silence spell over my head while I think of my accounts payable and last balances. Ah, my net worth is nearly fifteen million bits, with an average four percent yearly growth over the past six years would mean-” I stop my thoughts as the time on the spell elapses and the sound of blubbering fill my ears. I roll my eyes and smile as it’s my time to begin my fun.

Ah, a new entry on a new page. The other side of you, mister parchment, is a dark green pile of leaves with a blue axe crossed with an orange rake. It works well with the light brown of what was his coat, but his flesh is mostly peach. Well, was. He-he-he.

Ah, what to say? I have a whole page to fill, with two marks making one page it’s actually quite a lot to fill. Each page is unique and -~~~~~~

Wasting good blood and parchment again. Reference almost every page and stop writing everything you think and feel. Facts are most important, for posterity. I still may pass all this on to somepony and I need them to know the beauty of what happens here.

I started with his marks, laying them aside to dry while I began with his ears, then rolled the table so he was standing, relatively, then played a couple of my favorite games. I’m a fan of ‘going fishing for answers’ and ‘who’s got my hoof’, but I added ‘I spy’, this time.

For descriptions of each game, reference appendix (haha) 1.

I cast the stasis spell on each limb as I went as I skinned his legs. Again, no blood loss thanks to the spell, and the spell also paralyzed the muscles but not the nerves so his song was nice. I was at sea again, on my yacht with a few of my other pony playmates while I played with my short term friend.

I burned off his fur across his underbelly, sliced his tail into three strips and watched as they each moved in their own way. I laughed like a madpony as I rested my head below him and let his blood pour over me, matting my fur heavily and the taste was quite nice, honestly. He’s eating a well balanced diet, for certain. Well, he was.

I reinforced my spells around his body, including his eyes but not the rest of his head, made sure the mirror was in place and angled so he’d have to watch, unable to see anything else, and opened him up.

A shot of adrenaline into his heart made sure he was awake and the spells stopped blood flow to all but where I wanted it to go. Thankfully I learned my lesson by pony nine and haven’t had a single unwanted bleed out in months.

He sent me on a far away journey with my other playmates across the seas with his song. He watched and felt as I cut pieces free from his body, one by one. Some I placed on myself, other’s I’d do the usual and rub across my coat.

He wasn’t too pleased with that, but I didn’t mind a little dry heaving while I played doctor.

I moved the mirror so he could watch, so he could know where I was playing as I finished removed everything except his heart and lungs Then, I decided to play some music since he had resorted to dull moaning at that point.

I cut him along his sternum and tore his flesh from muscle, then cut the muscle from bone. With a metal wire I cleaned a couple ribs and, of course, gave him another shot and an insomnia spell. I took the back of two screwdrivers and began to tap a beat while he moaned his pleas.

Finally I decided to finish up and poked a hole in each lung and when they deflated I cut his heart free and drank from it.

It’s worth a day of diarrhea for the experience alone.

I cut him up into as small chunks as I could and placed him in the box, Rider can clean the rest up, as usual. I mounted the mare to release before I came to my office to write in you on fresh cutie parchment. The mare is certainly eager to please her master, and was too eager to take my gifts of food and rod of mercy.

Ah, also, Rider's pregnancy is going very well, by the way. She’s about ten months along and I figure I can ‘adopt’ her baby into the mansion above out of goodwill next year once the foal is off the teat.

Well, until the next entry or the time I have more to amend, fare thee well!