Subs and Sandwiches

Cathedrals, the mare thought, are meant to be filled with screams. Screams of the wicked, screams of those earning their redemption, screams that turn into songs of pleasure.

She opened the cabinets lining the walls near the main entrance of the circular chamber . Preparing ponies for ceremonies wasn’t usually her duty - a lowly slave colt would often take care of that.

What's-his-face, the one with the red mane? He loves this job. Perhaps I shall love it too – especially under the circumstances.

She cocked her head as she listened to another chorus of shrieks. The priests and priestesses must be getting the congregation’s daily cleansing done early today. They were all ecstatic to hear that the guards had found the one she had foretold in her most recent prophecy: the avatar of the Goddess herself!

“Get your hooves off me, you thugs! You won’t get away with this!”

Speaking of the Goddess, the mare thought as she sat a few vials and brushes down on the countertops and turned towards the mostly ceramic basin set in the center of the room.

Here she comes now.

Two burly unicorn stallions in elegant masks marched through the door, their horns lit up with a simple levitation spell. The diminutive mare they were magically dragging into the room was making their job difficult. She grabbed at every decorative pillar and unfortunate slave that crossed her path, but nothing hindered her steady progression into the room.

With a huff, the guards threw the little pegasus kicking and screaming into the empty central tub before closing and locking the door, leaving her shaking and trapped. Once the guards left, the prisoner slumped to the ground, weeping softly.

Interesting. I never should have doubted you, Goddess. You look exactly as I foresaw… more or less. She crossed over to the limp, trembling form in the depression in the center of the room.

This mare, called “Cherry” by the common ponies, didn’t exactly look like a Goddess. Her red and cream colored mane was disheveled, and her purple coat needed a wash - she must have been dragged pretty far through the dusty streets. Her feathers, thankfully, seemed aligned, and none looked to be missing. Well, Goddess, you’ll look as I foresaw once I’m finished with you.

To her everlasting credit, the “Goddess” didn’t lay in shock for as long as the mare had expected. After a moment, she took in her surroundings, then leapt to her hooves with a start upon seeing the room’s sole other occupant. The pint-sized mare tried her hardest not to gape at the serene mare gazing back at her.

Her dark turquoise mane faded to a dirty white at the tips, tied back into a simple ponytail. Her similarly colored tail was cut short. The mare’s collar, which she wore proudly around her slender neck, was red with an orange and purple band around it, and of simple design. Like Cherry, she wore a crystal bell on her tail. Her cutie mark resembled a sand dollar with a sun in the middle, although it didn’t hold Cherry’s attention for very long.

The mare’s sandy coat held her gaze the longest - or, more accurately, the thin scars that swirled around her barrel and legs, creeping up her neck and around her eyes. The scars seemed decorative, yet they looked as though they had been painful at one point. She was a pegasus like Cherry, but she tucked her wings in a peculiar way, never quite folding them completely.

Around each of her hooves she wore dark grey bands that shone like steel. The little mare looked up at the peculiar pegasus’ face, her golden eyes meeting the mare’s startlingly pale sea-green ones. She cleared her throat, speaking in a voice hoarse from screaming insults.

“Are… you here to hurt me too?”

The other mare shook her head and smiled as warmly as she could. The smaller mare took this as a good sign and climbed out of the tub.

“Did they take you too? Where are we?”

The taller pegasus shook her head, offering her hoof to shake. She responded to Cherry in a voice barely above a whisper, raspy with lack of use.

“I was taken long ago. We are in the Goddesses’s Cathedral. Do not fret, I mean you no harm.” She smiled weakly, almost unconvincingly.

“We’re where? I’ve never been in this part of town before, but I’ve heard some strange rumors… Oh, where are my manners? I’m Cherry Stellar, nice to meet you!” She held out a hoof shyly.

“I am the Prophet. It is an honor to meet you, my Goddess.” The Prophet bowed to the stunned little mare.

Cherry frowned at the title,her wings spreading outward as she backed away.. “I think you may have the wrong pony. I’m no Goddess… though the two that I sometimes pray to-”

“You will be,” the Prophet interrupted calmly, stunning Cherry into silence. “And before you hurt yourself, there is no use trying to escape. I tried to fly away when I was first brought here. As you can see, that did not turn out as well as I had hoped.” She spread her wings fully, showing off her plumage, and Cherry gasped.

They had clipped her wings.

The smaller mare gulped, pressed her wings to her sides fearfully and threw herself desperately at the Prophet’s hooves. “I can’t have that happen to me! I don’t know what I did wrong! Please, help me! I… I need to return home… after my mom was kidnapped, I’ve been taking care of the younger foals alone… they need me!”

The Prophet pet the tearful captive’s mane gently, ushering her towards the tub in the center of the room. “This will help you, and make things easier for you.”

Cherry turned and examined the basin closer, teetering close to the edge. It was fairly shallow, with white ceramic covering most of the sides. The rim and the bottom, however, were made out of a lighter metal, which struck her as odd.

“You will want these.”

Cherry turned to see that the other mare had removed the bangles from around her hooves somehow, and held one out invitingly, setting the other three down. Cherry hesitated, then removed her own hoofcuffs and set them aside. She raised her hoof and gently placed it into the larger band the Prophet held out, flinching as she felt the tingle of magic in it. With a muted hiss it shrank to fit perfectly around her leg, like a bracelet. It was tight enough to resist any attempt to adjust it, and loose enough to avoid cutting off circulation. She squeaked and waved the hoof around. “Get it off, get it off, get it off!”

The Prophet shook her head firmly, and held out another ring. “You will want to do as I say. If I can not get you to cooperate, then I will have to call the guards. They will be much more… insistent.” Cherry bit her lip. Sheher options for a moment before realizing she had no options, then allowed the other mare help her into the cuffs, each one shrinking to clamp around her lower legs.

With the cuffs taken care of, the Prophet ushered Cherry towards the tub. “There you go. Very good, Goddess. Now, lie down on your back with your front hooves up here.” She tapped the upper rim of the basin.

Cherry sighed resignedly before obeying, stepping into the shallow basin and rolling gingerly onto her back. The cuffs proved to be a hindrance, for as soon as they touched the metal on the floor of the tub, they resisted any attempt to lift them again. Goddesses help me,they’re magnetic. With difficulty, Cherry propped herself up against the side of the tub, resting her front hooves against the metal rim. The bracelets clicked against it, which caused Cherry to shift uncomfortably. She felt far too exposed.

“Good, but your hind legs need to be further apart,” the Prophet whispered from behind her before nimbly hopping into the tub. Her hooves gently spread Cherry’s legs wider, exposing her marehood. The trapped pegasus squeaked and blushed, trying to close her thighs and hide her nethers from the Prophet’s now irritated gaze.

“Enough.” The Prophet snapped coldly, startling Cherry into a brief silence. “I can make this hurt, if you continue to resist.” She held one of her hooves over Cherry’s crotch, and pressed down threateningly. The little mare’s hips tried to buck away as she stared into the Prophet’s blank gaze, a whimper escaping her lips.The Prophet watched Cherry’s growing apprehension as she realized that the Prophet wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her if she struggled.

With a deep breath, Cherry relaxed as much as she could, allowing the Prophet to spread her legs wide apart. Nodding, the Prophet jumped out of the tub, walking out of Cherry’s line of sight.

She returned a few moments later with a sparking crystal-tipped wand clasped between her teeth. Her gaze hardened before she tapped the metal rim of the tub with it, channeling a magical shockwave through it.

Cherry screamed in agony, arching her back as the electricity surged into her body through the bands on her forehooves and exited through the ones on her hind legs. She shrieked again, feeling as though she lost some feathers or even fur from that, and struggled against her restraints with all her might. To her shock, they didn’t budge an inch.

“Had you not fought back, I would have warned you beforehand, Goddess. That magical charge will keep your cuffs from moving from where I placed them.” The Prophet smiled as she set the wand down, “Do not worry, that was the worst of it… unless you continue to misbehave.”

Cherry nodded, blinking back a stray tear that threatened to trickle down her cheek as she tried to settle back against the edge of the basin. After the initial shock, the magical energy was contained to the two metal sections and the bands around her hooves, which hummed softly. “Wh-what are you going to do with me now?”

The Prophet stomped her hoof on the metal rim, making Cherry stiffen. A small drain in the center of the tub gurgled for a moment before pleasantly warm water began filling the tub from the holes. Cherry yelped as a trickle of water gently lapped against her hoofcuffs, but the magical electricity didn’t travel through the water; for that matter, it didn’t seem to hurt her new captor, who could touch the enchanted metal painlessly.

The Prophet turned to grab a brush and a few vials. “Why, I am going to bathe you. You hardly look like the Goddess you are, and it is my job to correct that.”

Cherry blinked as the rising water slowed its warm ascent, stopping midway up her snatch. She watched with fascination as the dust and grime that had clung to her tail and the submerged half of her hind legs swirled down the drain, leaving the water crystal clear. It was, of course, magic, done mostly for effect, and it clearly impressed Cherry. “Th-there’s almost no water in here, though...”

The other mare smiled and brought over a pitcher as she stepped back down to Cherry’s level, dipping it into the clean water and partially filling it. “I would not want you to fear drowning, Goddess. Now, while I clean you, there is one more way I must prepare you.” She poured out the warm water over the base of Cherry’s hind hooves, making Cherry giggle slightly as she watched the dirt swirl away.

The Prophet beamed at the minute mare before stepping out of the tub and returning with a thin metal rod that appeared to be… buzzing? She winked at her captive, then used a tattered wing to maneuver the rod towards Cherry’s abdomen. “You must be ready for the ceremony tomorrow, after all.”

She brushed the thin metal stick against Cherry’s leg, which jerked at the vibrations. Cherry’s face flushed as the Prophet held it just above her clit. “W-wait, what are you doing?” She tried to twist her hips to somehow impede the vibrator from touching her.

The Prophet purred as she brushed the rod around Cherry’s clit, making her squeak indignantly. “Why, I am making sure you are clean, inside and out. This is the easiest way to make sure your divine cunt is fresh and ready for the ceremony.”

With that, the mare gently pressed the rod against Cherry’s pussy lips, reveling in her protesting moans. The Prophet lined the rod up with her victim’s slit so the tip pressed against Cherry’s clit, and the rest of it pressed between her nether lips. Both pegasi watched as a thin strand of her juices swirled down the drain, the surface of the water almost eerily calm. Then the Prophet looked up at the trembling mare.

“This will sting slightly.” The Prophet tapped the base of the rod against the metal bottom of the tub. Cherry yelped as the magic coursed through her marehood and spread, tingling through her hooves. The Prophet smiled as she released the rod, which was magnetically held at its angle while still buzzing away. She stood and picked up the pitcher of water, filling it to wash her Goddess’s hooves.

“I d-don’t understand! Why are you d-doing this to me?” Cherry whimpered as she tried to jerk her hips out of alignment with the rod. Unfortunately, her cuffs held her spread-eagle, and all she could do was watch her arousal spiral around and around below the surface of the water before disappearing down the drain. Her wings unfurled as far as they could, a nervous instinct, the dust swirling away from the tips of her feathers.

The Prophet regarded her blankly as she listened to her prisoner whine. “Because to become the Goddess you were meant to be you must first be clean and pure. Then tomorrow the ceremony will begin, and you will be worshipped. First, however, I must take care of you. It is my honor and my duty, Goddess, as your Prophet.” She gently washed her captive’s legs, rubbing her hips and cutie mark reverently, her words uttered as a loving whisper.

Cherry cried out as the unceasing vibrations built her arousal.The continuous stimulation brought her closer and closer to the edge of her climax, despite her fervent protests. Her whimpers grew in pitch and volume as she felt herself almost reach her first orgasm…

… and then the Prophet bent the metal vibrator away from her clit, halting Cherry right before her peak.“Wh-wha?” She babbled, her hips humping the air in a desperate attempt to get the wonderfully evil sensations back. “I… why did you stop?”

The Prophet clicked her tongue sympathetically, and reached with one hoof to grab one of the vials she set near the edge of the tub. “Now, now, we will have none of that. Here, this will help soothe you a little. I picked a nice scented water to anoint you with. How does peach nectar sound?” She uncorked the bottle and gently trickled a little onto Cherry’s clit.

Cherry squealed . Unlike the warm bathwater, the scented water was ice cold, and tinted a faint orange color. She shivered as she felt it run down her slit, drizzling into the warm bathwater where it was also sucked down the drain. Cherry’s arousal faded slightly, but she still longed for the terribly pleasant buzzing.

The Prophet nodded in approval and gently released the rod, setting it back against Cherry’s clit. She hummed softly as her captive resumed her quiet whining, picking up the pitcher and washing away the dirt from the trapped pegasus’s stomach, beginning on the above-water portion of her wings. The dust traced its spiraling path down the drain along with the now steady stream of mare juices. The Prophet’s ears perked as she registered Cherry’s orgasm approaching. She set down the pitcher and tilted the rod away, much to the now obvious distress of her prisoner.

“Do not cry, Goddess! You are doing well! I am almost half done washing you, after all. You never did comment on the peach water. I assume that means you liked it, as I foretold.” The Prophet purred as she poured a little more of the scented cold water onto Cherry’s clit, ignoring the shrieks of protest as she denied her captive yet another orgasm. She released the rod and resumed washing her Goddess.

First her wings were carefully rinsed clean, every feather realigned and checked for damage. For one fleeting moment, The Prophet wished her wings were as pure and untouched as her Goddess’. If I had undamaged feathers like these, I’d strut around all day and night, and fly around the Cathedral for the glory of my Goddess! Celestia above, I’d soar into Cloudsdale with grace unseen in any other pegasus, and all would see me as healthy, and they’d not stare at me so oddly, and... No, wait, the Prophet is supposed to be broken, as a symbol of sacrifice. It is an honor to look so fragile next to something so perfect.

Flicking her ears, the Prophet barely caught Cherry’s rapidly approaching climax in time. She hummed cheerfully as she tilted the vibrator just out of reach of Cherry’s bucking hips. Then she re-anointed her Goddess’ snatch with the cool water before resuming her careful ministrations.

She washed her chest next, combing the downy floof lovingly and starting on Cherry’s shoulders before having to pause again to halt her captive’s orgasm with another stream of peach-scented water. I certainly hope the priests and priestesses appreciate the scent I chose, though it will barely linger.The Prophet smiled at the thought of their ‘praise’ as she washed both front legs.

Cherry’s cries of pleasure grew shriller as the cleaning continued, only to cut off with a frustrated shriek as her captor halted her before she peaked. “Wh-why do you k-keep stopping m-m-me? I w-was so close to c-c-cumming...”

Cherry screamed at the Prophet as the icy water flowed across her clit. Had she been more alert, she would have been taken aback by her Prophet’s reverent chuckles as she massaged and washed her Goddess’ neck and face.

“I do as I am commanded, my Goddess. I was told - close your eyes, please - that a sweet, hoof curling, mind-numbingly pleasant orgasm disrupts the cleansing process, and would completely ruin the ceremony tomorrow. You would not want that, would you?” The Prophet delicately rinsed her captive’s blushing face and mane before pulling back the vibrator yet again, much to Cherry’s chagrin.

“Oh, and do not stifle your moans, please. While I can tell when you are close even without them, I enjoy hearing how you are doing. Now,” The Prophet purred as she drizzled more sweet water onto the poor mare’s winking slit. “I have finished washing you. All that is left is to brush out your mane. You are doing quite well and I… oh, for Goddess’ sake, what did I say?”

She pulled back the rod yet again before dousing her marehood and lower thighs with freezing water. “There, now do not stay quiet. I prefer listening to my Goddess’ sweet song. As I was saying, you are doing well, and I know you will do wonderfully tomorrow.” The Prophet’s smile was sweet, almost too understanding, as the vibrations resumed against her Goddess’ holy cunt, the edging feeling more and more intense as time passed.

Cherry blinked tears from her eyes as she tried to focus on the mare speaking to her. It looked like she was having difficulty concentrating, her arousal building faster each time her orgasm was denied. She didn’t seem to register the Prophet gently brushing her mane back, working through the tangles, or her soothing murmurs. All Cherry could focus on was the painful feeling of wave after wave of pleasure building and fading before it built completely.

No matter how she whimpered, no matter how she tried to buck her hips against the metal rod, she couldn’t reach the climax she so desperately craved. Her mind buzzed louder with every passing moment, the soft hum of the vibrator and the delicate ripple of the water blending together. The feelings of denial and pleasure mixed together too, transforming into a blur of pleasant sensations. The last thing Cherry remembered as her vision faded to black was her panic and concerns slipping away as she slumped over in the shallow tub.

The Prophet cradled her Goddess as she blacked out, gently supporting her shoulders and neck. With a deft kick that few would expect from such a frail-looking pony, the Prophet snapped the metal vibrator in half, ending the pleasurable assault on the unconscious mare’s clit. The Prophet banged a hoof on the bottom of the basin, and the magnetic spell ended, releasing Cherry’s limbs from their hold.

The room was silent as she held her Goddess close, save for the gentle gurgle of the water and fluids draining from the tub. Once it was dry, the Prophet set Cherry down on the floor of the basin gingerly before hopping out of it, rapping on the door to the chamber.

Almost immediately, the two unicorn guards sauntered into the room, taking in the scene. With a smirk, one of them levitated the Goddess’ limp body out of the room. The other surveyed the vials and brush lying on the ground, as well as the broken metal rod in the bottom of the tub.

“See to it that you clean that up before returning to your cell, prophet. The Goddess will surely be pleased once she’s been shown her true self.” With a curt nod, the other unicorn left the room, lingering outside to wait for the Prophet to clean up her mess.

The Prophet blinked, stunned into inactivity for a few moments before automatically moving to obey orders. She hadn’t expected acknowledgement for doing her duty, let alone praise! Though cleaning up would usually be a common slave’s job, she didn’t complain. After all, she had received the honor of preparing her Goddess, one she would not soon forget.

Besides, she thought happily as she replaced the bottles in the cupboard and disposed of the shattered rod. If the rumors I’ve heard about tomorrow are true, the Cathedral will be ringing with screams of all sorts.

“So, what happened the next day?” Ghost inquired, blushing. “Were there screams? What happened to Cherry?”

Sandy shrugged and passed a small wad of napkins to Misty, who was drooling and visibly making a mess on the booth cushion. “The next day was quite the aftercare session. I hadn’t felt that cared for in a long time.” She sighed wistfully, then started to pack her saddlebags.

“B-but it was setting up for a scene, wasn’t it? It had to be, you mentioned a prophecy!” Print’s hooves unconsciously wandering towards a damp spot between her legs.

“Oh yes,” Sandy said, smiling at the sight of her friends so flustered. “It was setting up for one of Cherry’s sessions. It was one of her fantasies, you see, about a goddess who was worshiped in a sexual manner. All consensual, of course. It took a long time to set that one little session up, even with the kind Cathedral ponies’ help. There’s an awful lot of paperwork involved in making somepony cum until they pass out. It went wonderfully, but that's a story for another time.”

Ghost sighed happily. “I’m just so happy to hear everything went well. I’ve never visited the Cathedral myself, but I’ve heard it’s quite the immersive environment. I bet those scars were phaser-induced.”

Sandy smiled as she stood up next to the table. “You’d be correct. It’s all part of my Prophet persona, you see. And the foreplay was something to behold as well. My ‘prophesizing’ is little more than subspace babble, but it’s always fun to be a part of somepony’s bigger fantasy.” She waved at her friends absentmindedly, checking her bags to ensure she hadn't forgotten anything. “Now, I must be off if I am to catch the next train to Manehatten. We must meet up again soon, though!”

Misty nodded and grinned. “How about at the Coffee Pup? We could totally bother Ghost while she’s working!” Ghost gasped, feigning offense before giggling and hoofbumping Misty.

“I’ll see you three later then. Same time next week, at the Coffee Pup?” The chorus of agreement made Sandy smile as she walked out of the sandwich shop, her notes tucked away safely in her saddlebags.