A Little Vice

I awoke with a start in the middle of the night. I have to do it. I am giddy with excitement and can't hold my anticipation. I cast the quiet walk spell and practically prance to the door when I heard a mumble. “Fancy?” she said quietly in the darkness. “Where are you going?”

“Just have to try something. I’ll be back shortly, Darling. Fret not.”

She hums and I hear her settle back into the bed before I leave quietly, so as to not further disturb her. I make haste to my playroom and take a syringe from a bag I’ve been keeping hidden away before going upstairs and to the door. “Wind Rider,” I call as I knock softly on her door.

I hear rustling and a flap of wings as she takes to the air a second before the door opens and she lands, bowing slightly. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you needed me, otherwise-”

“Hush, I need you to help me, please,” I implore with a desperate need in my eye.

“O-of course, whatever you need,” she responds with worry.

I show her the syringe. “I need you to take some of this so I know it’s safe for me.”

“S-sir, I… don’t do drugs. I haven’t ever, how would I know what the effects were supposed to be?”

“It’s not so much a drug as a way to help me sleep. Grey Withers would administer it to me so I could sleep, as I have insomnia many nights. But this may be too weak, so if you could try it and if you feel just a little sleepy with the small amount I give you, then it’ll work wonders for me.”

“O-oh, uhm,” she lifts a foreleg and hesitates, staring at the needle as I uncover it, exposing the injector. “Okay, just please, make it quick.”

“I shall,” I place the needle to where her vein should be in her foreleg, based on my experience and readings, “take my time.”

“Huh?” She asks, tilting her head slightly in confusion as I depress the plunger fully, remove it from her skin, and recap it. “What’d you mean by… Woah,” she blinks and shakes her head raising a hoof to her temporalis. “What, my head is a little funny.”

I look at her pupils and watch as they dilate quickly. “What, was that you,” she stumbles and falls on her flank. Flank. Noun. The fleshy part of the side between the ribs and the hip, I recall from my diligent readings.

“It’s something to help a pony sleep, as you’ll find out in a few seconds with the dose you just got.”

Her eyelids start to close. “Why?” she whimpers as her legs give out and she falls to the floor.

I don’t answer as I take her in my magic and lift her beside me but before I leave I trot into her room and collect some various clothing and personal items, a suitcase, and a piece of paper. I quickly write a letter of resignation and relocation to Las Pegasus and, to seal it, I ink her hoof and press it to the parchment before placing it on her bed’s pillow.

I take my leave with the mare, her wings lying limp and in my vision as I try to hold them to her sides. It seems wings aren’t always by a pony’s side, especially when drugged. They didn’t cover that in the books.

Quickly I make my way through the mansion and down the stairs, through the kitchen, then into the basement. My heart a-flutter as I open my room and close the door behind me.

I enchant the room twice over before I place the limp mare into the play table and open the box. The institutional straps are so soft they won't leave a chafe in the worst incidents, while holding firm under the most extreme stress.

I strap her limbs, head, and titter in glee to see wing restraints with bars, so a pony doesn't use their wings as weapons to hurt themselves or others. A pegasus wing strike can just as easily snap the delicate bones as it can break the limb of a foe. Then I strap her barrel to the table, followed by a special heavy strap that holds across her neck and forehead.

A locking and weighted tail harness finishes the ensemble before I take a step back and look at the mare. I'm in awe of what she represent, of, what she means to my future.

I have to wait only half an hour for her to rouse from her slumber. Then, we can start to play.

Time passes quickly as I prepare my cart and items. I tear into boxes I’d long forgotten about from just outside my room in the basement itself for anything I can potentially use before sealing the entrance again with a double spell.

She stirs. A wing twitches, feathers move, then she winces. A movement of her limbs and she pulls taught the straps before her eyes open a crack. She struggles before she knows why and her eyes open quickly. She looks with her eyes to her forelegs as she tugs fruitlessly. Her eyes strain to see her wings as the bars on them thump lightly on the table and her breathing hastens.

“Urgh! What’s, happening?! Where am I? What’d I do?! I’m sorry, Sir, please, don’t punish me for-”

I place a hoof over her mouth and her eyes quickly follow my leg until she meets my eyes. “You haven’t earned the right to call me that, and you know it, pet.” She trembles under my shoe, but still nods slightly. “Now, who am I to you?” I lift my hoof so she may speak.

“Is this to be bondage sex, Sir?”

I drop my hoof and pull slightly, making sure the shoe catches as I cover her mouth. “You have not earned the right to call me ‘Sir’, plaything” I growl. She nods again. I raise my hoof and she moves her lips.

“I apologize, Master. This servant will gladly submit to your whims.”

She truly thinks this is about sex? Oh, she’s in for quite the treat indeed.

I smile. “I believe this will be a very memorable experience for you. Sadly, you won’t tell anypony as this will be a punishment beyond your wildest dreams,” I shrug as I walk around her and choose where to start. A full medical tray with every item I’ve ever used is on the cart and the options are almost endless. With the sound of the pegasus breathing heavily I choose to look into the box of random items to see what I can find.

“Of course not, Master.”

I come across several mouse traps and roll my eyes. It’s a start. I return with them and open one slightly, letting it snap shut. She jumps slightly and whimpers. “I’ll get you squirming first, then pain, then the real fun begins.” I run the wooden base along her underbelly until I reach her teats, where she moves her torso away. Knowing where to begin I open a trap and let it snap shut on the areola of her right breast.

She screams briefly and moves her torso side to side, arching her back slightly as the pain shoots through her sensitive organ. As she settles down I snap another trap onto the left breast of the pegasus and can’t help but smirk as she repeats the motions, this time whimpering and moaning.

“Th-thank you, Master. Can the servant be done now?”

“Oh, but we’ve only just begun to explore all the possibilities you have to offer,” I whisper loud enough for her to hear as I lower another trap to her teat and snap it closed on her nipple. She screams fully now, fighting to curl up and free herself from the pain. The nipple reddens brightly while the rest of her breast blushes. I repeat the action with the other nipple, this time she gasps and groans while she arches her back, what little she can. Something flickers at the corners of my vision as a calm settles over me.

“N-no more, please, Master. I’ll do anything, anything, it hurts too much, stop!”

I drag one of the last two traps down her underbelly and tap the traps on her nipples, one drawing a couple drops of blood and a smile to my face. “Only a couple left, because you called me anything besides ‘Master’; you must be punished.”

I move it down farther and I see her tail moving. “No! I can’t play this game if-” is all she says before I open a trap fully and let it snap on her labia. She screams and thrashes, pleading between sobs for me to stop. I giggle as she fills the room with reverberating noises and snap the last one on her other labia. Both lips are bleeding slightly and I lean over her to lick some of her blood.

It’s as sweet as honey, scented with wild flowers, yet it carries a metallic tinge to it that begs for another sample.

I listen as the pegasus mare cries, her hips gyrating and her limbs fighting for freedom in futility. I wait for her to quiet enough before I speak. “You’re a bad mare, and you’re being punished. Just relax, you’re going nowhere.”

She’s still now, having realized moving makes the pain spike. “Master Fancy Pants, please, I’m sorry. I’ll have sex with you, I’ll even carry your foal. Please no more.”

I use my magic to tug the traps on her breasts and nipples in different directions. “You will not ask anything of me, servant. Now brace yourself.”

I call over a scalpel and hover it before her. She whimpers as I bring it from her gaze. “Please, no more, Sir.” I sneer and she sees it, regret and pleading flashing across her features as soon as she finishes her statement. She chomps her teeth and grunts in a high pitch as I press the blade to her neck. “Master, I meant Master. Please, don’t do this, it’s too much for me.”

I instead tug a feather lightly on her left wing, as it’s closest to me, and wink at her. She gulps just before I tug her feather again. “Please, Master, you’ll really hurt me.”

I yank hard with my magic and she yelps, stirring and fighting the straps a little. She tries to fold her wings but they’re not under her control, they’re under mine. I bring her feather to her muzzle and brush it across her lips. She exhales a hot breath and relaxes. “You called me ‘dude’, did you not?”

She looks over and into my eyes. “Yes, Master. Please, don’t punish me any more.”

I tug at another feather. “S,” I pull it out. “I,” I pull another at random feather and smirk as she yelps. “R,” I growl as I grab three and yank them free of her wing. She yelps in pain and fights her binds in a single jerk as I hold the feathers like a bouquet of flowers before her. She opens her eyes and they focus on the red at the ends of two of her feathers and she tries to turn her head to see them.

“Master, am I bleeding? Please, help me to stop it. I can’t get blood on my feathers.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Because,” she pouts, “when I preen them later I’ll have to taste it, and it’s gross.”

“Is it now? Tell me, when was the last time you tasted your own blood?”

She’s silent for a moment. Her eyes widen in realization. “Please, don’t, Master! I’ll never call you ‘Sir’ again, I swear it to you!”

I sneer and snarl like a dog as I begin to pluck her left wing of six more feathers. She cries out and fights her binds again, this time with effort. I stop when I notice how bare her wing now is. Blood droplets are speckled on the table and I lean down, I press my muzzle into the drops and make sure to have some on my lips as I stand tall and rear up to look into the mare’s face. She has tears streaming from her closed eyes and across her head. She whimpers and relaxes into her binds again as I press my lips to hers.

She won’t open her mouth to accept my tongue yet, but I persist and she relents after a moment of force. She kisses me back passionately and moans lightly. “Master,” she whispers from the corner of her mouth, “more, please.”

I lean back. “Kiss you more?”

“Pluck me, pluck me like a wishing daisy! Heal me when we’re done, but please, Master, make me yours tonight.”

I smile genuinely as I move to her other wing and pull seven feathers and let them collect in my magic at her sides. She yelps and cries in pain as I pluck her secondary feathers. Her wing arm looks so frail and fragile, hardly a thing that can lift a pony. “Is that to your liking?” She sobs but manages a slight nod. “How do you feel, Wind Rider?”

“M-master, it burns and stings so much. Can you ease the pain?”

“I will do as I see fit until you return to sleep,” I tell her firmly as I take her feathers and cover her underbelly with them, nearly covering the mousetraps. “Those are your feathers upon your barrel and belly. How do they feel?”

“I, feel them a little. My nipples are burning, may I have release from them?” I take a trap in my magic and yank it off her body. Had she been less restrained she would certainly have arched her back and sent feathers across my playroom, thus upsetting me more, I suppose. She grits her teeth and groans in pain as her nipple begins to swell slightly. “Thank you, Master.”

I return her appreciation by snapping the same trap shut on the same nipple. A new sound leaves her body, it’s almost melodic in its nature. A sound that tickles my ears and calms me like my mother’s singing before bed. The song ends and the mare is sobbing again, pleading for something.

I open and snap the trap closed again and my eyes close at the sound she makes. It’s a beautiful sound that takes me to a meadow with warmth and flowers. I see dozens of the animals I’ve played with rolling and playing in the grasses, thankful for their time with me. Suddenly, the image fades away and I’m back into my room. The happiness and warmth are replaced by melancholy and a dry chill. I don’t pay mind to the mare other noises and words as I open and snap the trap closed again, only to not hear the song but another noise.

I open my eyes to see blood oozing from where the nipple once was, the trap has fallen to the floor and the mare is letting a silent scream. I move to look at her face and it’s nearly frozen in pain. Tears prickle at her closed eyelids, her chest is spasming, she’s gasping in short breaths as though she’s crying, screaming, and I notice the straps across her body are taught against her strain. I can smell the aroma of her arousal filling the air.

Finally she inhales a deep breath and into my face sings as loudly as an opera singer. I could hear her outside the mansion if my room wasn’t enchanted, but I don’t care as I’m taken back to the wonderful pasture full of happy cats and dogs, several birds flitter through the air and land in the grasses to hop around and peck at the ground.

I see the python from several years ago slither between my legs looking as well as the day I captured him on my trek through that jungle outside our lands. The song wanes slightly and the pastures crackle away slowly, replaced by sobbing and blubbering.

“No more! Please, stop, Master, I’ll never bother you again, I’ll quit and move to the gates of Tartarus for a year and eat only grass! No more, Master, please.”

“Shush! Shush, shh, shh, shh. Darling!” I shout after I shush her and place a hoof against the top of her head. Her eyes open a sliver and she looks at me through tear filled eyes. “You haven’t a chance of escape or help, do you understand now? You’ve given yourself to me as a plaything and I intend to have all the fun I can.”

I see it dawn on her, the realization of what’s happening. Her eyes widen and her body trembles, the same as most of my pets when they realize the futility of their actions. “Fancy Pants? Y-you can’t be serious, are you?” I look at her calmly. “You’d really hurt me, for your own pleasure? What kind of sick freak are you?”

“Sick? Oh, my dearest pony. I’m not sick, I’ve been eating well and exercising as needed and the doctors say I’m in excellent health. Why, I’m as fit as a fiddle, if I must say.”

She looks at me and raises an eyebrow, her torso moves against her binds still detracting my attention. “No, that’s not what I meant… I mean, how can a pony hurt another like you imply? What’s your idea of ‘fun’?”

“Ah, simple. What all stallions crave. Heat, wetness, a heaving body, penetration, screams. To feel you from the inside, to know your body more intimately than you’ll ever imagine. I wish to penetrate you deeply and mix up your insides, hear you scream and writhe until you are utterly spent into a puddle of hot, sticky, and wetness that ends… with your life." I get hard describing this to her. “ What a wasted question,” I state picking up the small piece of flesh from her side on the table and moving it into her line of sight. “This is only the first piece to leave your body,” her eyes widen as she looks at the small dark lump of flesh, “shall I keep count of how many I make?”

“Is… that my nipple?” she asks with a hint of disgust, fear, and anger. When I nod she growls at me and thrashes, tries to turn her head, strains against her binds, this time in anger. A different reaction than I’d expected… “You fucking monster, I’ll drop you from the clouds! Let me go, you freak! You bastard, motherless beast!”

I chuckle at her suddenly expanded vocabulary and notice she’s not speaking as cordially as before.

“When I get free, I’ll make you eat every last hair in your mane! LET. ME. GO.!”

“No such thing shall happen, but do keep speaking as the lower class creature you are, it’s quite amusing.”

“You wanna hear a lower class pony talk? You’ve got some freaking nerve to do this to me. If you don’t let me go I’ll scream so loud, Princess Celestia will personally stomp you straight down to Tartarus!”

I laugh now, heartily. “Oh, dear, please, continue, I’ve not had a playmate so entertaining since I was a colt!”

“Let me go, you fucking freak!”

I look down her body and to the blood that has trailed down her hips and to the table. “Dear, shall I stop you now or later?”

She begins shouting insults and threats again as I leave her vision and take her nipple, replacing it on the oozing wound I’d given her. Her voice hitches as I press her flesh against the source of the trickle of blood but doesn’t stop her raving. I roll my eyes and turn to my clothes, realizing that I wasn’t wearing any this time. “Dear, I must take my leave. It’s still a bit early, you see, but don’t worry, I’ll return before too long.”

“What?! You’re going to leave me here, like this?!”

“How else would I leave you? Untethered and free to leave at your whim?” I chuckle, “do you take me for a fool?”

“I was acting before to seem more meek to you, if I’d have known you were a freak of nature I’d have quit when He quit. Did he find your secret? Is that it? Was he as disgusted with you as your mother must have been?!” I ignore her ranting as I move to the faucet. “I bet you killed her too, didn’t you? I can’t see you, but I know you’re probably crying like a foal, aren’t you? ‘Mommy, mommy’. Boo-hoo-hoo! Why don’t you let my wings free and I’ll help knock some sense into you. I won’t even tell your whore of what you do, the newspapers will do that for me! How many others have you hurt like this? Was you mother one of them? Is that why nopony will love you?!”

I wash my face quickly with well water before I cast a silence spell over her head to silence her inane rambling, finally, before I open the doorway and take my leave.

The room will be silence enchanted for the rest of the day, so I believe I should have a good rest before I begin my day as normal.

I leave the basement and pass a cook in the kitchen without acknowledging her greeting. I make my way to my room and tuck back into bed, this time to sleep for certain. Time passes and as sleep grips me I smile, knowing what’s to come.