Slave to Sex

Chapter 4

Experiences

“On ordung, zuerst bekomme ich ein spätes Abendbrot," he leapt ahead to the chest that had the food and took out the box of meal bars. "Zwei übrig ... Du isst sie und ich werde schnell in die Stadt gehen, um eine ausgewogene Mahlzeit für Ponys und etwas für mich selbst zu bekommen.”

He looked back to her and she was poking the bed, distracting herself as he spoke in a language she didn’t understand. “Fräulein Sapphire? Hast du mich gehört?” He rolled his eyes and turned back to her, noticing she’d looked up at her name. “Forgive me, I speak the old language when I am frustrated at times. Here, there are two left and you eat them. I will have to go to town for more supplies.”

He patted her head as he passed. “Worry not, Fräulein Sapphire. I will return before you know it. I understand you’re not sleepy, however you have access to draw on these papers,” he turned and gave her several pages of paper and looked at the broken pencil. “Well, I guess you’ll have to make due,” he chuckled.

He lay the food on the floor and the papers to the side giving her space to lay between them. “I shall return quickly, as I said.” He moved to the cave opening and looked around before leaping out and flying away faster than she could catch him. She stood a body length from the ledge and looked down at the rocky ground with grass intermittently spaced between the large stones.

Sapphire watched him leave and moved her wings. “Fly,” she giggled to herself and within a minute had turned the bed into her own pretend world where her wings worked and she now had the feeling and memory to add to it from when she was actually flying with Gerald. She rolled to her sides and moved her wings in sync with her motions until she landed to the sound of cheering of ponies, the memory of being in the arenas she fought in came back and the sights of sex filled her mind for a brief second.

She returned to the real world and hopped to the floor, bowing once before standing over her meal bar and taking a bite, dropping crumbs onto the papers as she ate messily. With a smile, she lay down and picked up the pencil. There wasn’t much char left, but he was right, there was enough to draw some.

She’d drawn, eaten, pretended, and masturbated over the next hour and she was officially bored. She’d never gone eight hours without sex, much less a whole three days. The time in the wagon had dragged on forever with her being fed once a day, and not even cock! She lay on her back with her head outside the cave entrance, looking at the sky as she contemplated her existence without sex and what use she could even be.

She couldn’t remember doing much of anything else besides being trained, having sex, pleasing her owners, fighting in the arenas, and enjoying what little time she had alone that was used sleeping or pretending. Even eating was done with another pony in the room, if it wasn’t cock or pussy she’d have to eat food while being watched closely so she didn’t choke because her collar was too tight, or if nothing else she was too exhausted and would be unable to chew properly leading to cramps.

What was life without everything she knew? What else was there for a mare like her in the world, a mare that couldn’t please a master or mistress? She didn’t know what her future held and when she thought back, she couldn’t even remember her own mother, no matter how hard she tried, or her other family members. They were names and vague blurs from the eyes of a filly years before.

She realized she was playing with the ring on her collar and let her foreleg fall to her side as she waited and thought about the better times she’d had; most while having sex, the kinder or more fun owners she’d had. She shivered and exhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds before she inhaled deeply and took a shaky breath. She looked at her glistening hoof and turned her foreleg around so she could look at the shine it gave her, such a fine sheen she could see her reflection, almost.

She wiped her cum coated hoof on her chest, a cool breeze ran over her and ended her afterglow with its chill and she scooted further in the cavern before rolling to her hooves and shaking herself off. Sexually satisfied for the moment she returned to the opening and looked at the sky.

While she noticed the stars twinkling in the sky, she put the thoughts of her life aside and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of wind as it blew against the cave opening offering a quiet hush sound, the sound of leaves rustling, the quiet was so new.. Her mind went to some of her stablemates, mostly mares; but the rare stallion was there too and she recalled one that was happy to see her.

He didn’t want to mount her or have her suck or fuck him. He was really weird, though. He was funny, too. He made funny faces and made her laugh. He could sound like animals she’d never seen and it was fun to be with him... until he was taken away one day and she was penned with a stallion that had to be leashed and have his legs tied to stop him from trying to mount her.

That stallion had scared her. He only wanted her like most of her masters and mistresses, only he wasn’t one trained for fun, he was trained to fuck again and again and again until told to stop or he collapsed. Stallions or mares like that were dangerous and she knew it instinctively to avoid the mares that were almost always in estrus like conditions or stallions that don’t seem to sheath for hours at a time. Those were insatiable types.

Fucking anypony, or toy, or machine until they were bleeding, it was terrifyingly humbling to know she was just a cocksock, and not some crazed fucking machine that would do anything to reach the next orgasm.

She hummed and spoke softly. “Cum Rag.”

She sighed and scooted from the edge moving back so she could safely stand ad walk back into the cavern to the chests. She opened one and took a hand mirror in her mouth, placed it against the bed, and looked at her face. “Cocksleeve, see self? Ugly whore, mommy no want,” she said sadly.

The thought of Gerald’s kindness and words crossed her mind and she smiled slightly. “Sapphire, see self?” She smiled at herself and said it again and again. In a soft voice she looked up to the ceiling of the cave. “I Sapphire,” she giggled, “Fräulein Sapphire.”

She spent time looking at herself, having rarely had the time to take a look at anything above her chest, and took note of the marks across her neck and head, but none on her face itself, even her eye had healed. How had she managed to never get hurt badly on her face like so many others? Her teeth were nice and clean, too; though missing one in the back near her bar.

She heard flapping and Gerald landed in the cave with a large box in his arms and balanced on his his legs into the main room. He looked down at her with a glint in his eye. “Fräulein! I found a pony with what I needed, I told him,” he stopped and noticed she was facing him, but lying on her belly, one foreleg under her body. “Must you?” he asked.

She sighed and pulled her leg from under her body with a pout and showed him her glistening hoof. When he ignored her offer by walking past her to the chests, she looked at her hoof and then around. With nothing to wipe it on and no desire to taste it, she wiped it off on her side while looking at herself in the mirror to her side. “Master, I Fräulein Sapphire!”

“Ha-hah, Fräulein Sapphire, that you are. Fräulein is a term in my language that means ‘lady,’ like a princess, or prinzessin in the old language.”

She smiled and clapped her hooves on the floor. “Fräulein Sapphire! Celestia, fuck teats, yes!”

He laughed as he set the box at the foot of the bed and reached in. “Yes, you are my Prinzessin Sapphire, and that’s all. Even Prinzessin Celestia would blush at your language, you speak with too many words. Her name is simply Princess Celestia,” he tapped the air with each syllable. “Nothing more,” he pulled out a box of pencils and bowed down to Sapphire who sat up when he got close. “My prinzessin, please accept my gift. The gift of a humble gryphon,” he held the pencils at her forehooves.

She looked at him with wide eyes, frozen on the spot having never been shown such respect, even in jest. She was honored, yet apprehensive as to what would happen if she played along. Would this be the start of the game, would she be punished for some reason or another?

“I take your silence as a yes,” he said while she was frozen in surprise. He stood and placed the box at her hooves, but she kept her eyes on him until he turned back to the box and reached in. She poked the pencil box with a hoof and looked at Gerald as he produced a notebook. “I have bought three, so I can journal our time together and you can draw or learn to write with me. I’m thinking both,” he chuckled and began to empty the box.

“Food for a veek for you us both. I told them I am trying to build a tolerance for hay for a vacation I might take to central Equestria. Here we have a bag of candies and taffy, rewards for good behavior. This is cloth and sewing thread, needles, and a blanket. We shall make you a bed of your own, together.”

He used the box to hold the cloth and other supplies before dumping them all out and putting the box over Sapphire, it was just large enough to fit. “Ach! Box monster, help,” he said dramatically. She lifted the box and looked at him. He backed away crouching low, a look of playful fear in his demeanor. She grinned and lowered the box, with it down she could see a little ways ahead of her legs when she stood, and the chase was on.

He gave up when he began to pant and let her tackle him after several minutes of using his feline grace to dodge while his avian agility to move out of her reach. She roared playfully and it sounded like a sheep whining, which was hilarious to Gerald when he heard it. Finally, they landed on the bed laughing as she shed the box with her wings. Laughing, they both reveled in the moment. “Prinzessin Sapphire, I believe I am tired again, would you mind if I rest with a good book?”

She rolled to her side and looked at him with a raised eyebrow, panting still. “Lay down, dood clit?” she asked baffled.

“Nein, a book. I know! I shall read to you, my Prinzessin Sapphire.”

He reached under the bed and felt around, pulling out a book and laying it ahead of them on the bed. “This is a story written by your kind, pegasi ponies. It’s about an ancient war between pegasi and trolls. Mean monsters that stand on their two hind legs and carry trees to swing and crush anyzing they don’t like, like ponies!” He regarded her expression of surprise and slapped the bed, getting her to yelp in surprise and move closer to him. “The trolls were of all sizes, but not very smart at all.

“The story is make believe, but is still fun. Shall I begin?”

She shuffled her wings and crossed her forelegs as he began at the beginning slipping into his old tongue at times. “Mein name is Relic and this ist mein story of how mein unit defeated the troll invasion. It all began on the most wunderschönen day--”

He read aloud to himself until she snorted quietly. He used a feather from the back of the book to mark his current spot and closed the book. He brushed her mane from her face and sighed. “We’ll find you. I promise.”

He looked the book over and sighed, dragging his talons gently across the worn cover. “I have to buy more books.”

He cleaned up the room and returned to the bed, moved her in line with the mattress, and climbed beside her. He had gotten comfortable when he realized he couldn’t reach the blanket. “Bah, I’ll be fine for a night.” He wrapped his arm around Sapphire and heard her hum contently, he placed a wing over her and held her close as he spoke quietly.

“Fräulein Gesine, meine liebe, bist du da? We have our child… I thank you and will help her find herself and her place in this world, for you. Das verspreche ich”

The sun rose and she was already up, standing beside him. She bumped into him and when he opened his eyes he flinched. “Prinzessin Sapphire?” he managed before she bumped him again, the box making a clunk as her head bonked the inside wall. He rolled from the bed. “Oh no... box monster is back, I thought she was gone, but nein, I was wrong,” he yawned as he walked away from her slowly and she gave chase.

She giggled as she saw his feathers just missed by her forehooves and she was persistent as she tried to stomp them to stop him. She’d catch his feathers under her hooves and hear him fall, but before the box monster could get him with a pounce he’d escape time and again. His tail was a favorite target for her as it swung seemingly at random and it had a small tuft of hair that tickled her nose when he teased her under the box.

She didn’t know how long she’d played ‘box monster’, but eventually she had to stop. He lifted the box when she’d stopped chasing him. “Piss, Slut, piss?”

“I think today we’ll work on your colorful language, ja?”

After a bathroom break in the bushes and a short time playing in the lake water he took her for a fly and landed on a cloud. “This is where we will have today’s lessons and we begin with body and bathroom words. Now, I get to see if my years of pony biology are worth a verdammt. And perhaps I should teach you some of my language, so you don’t look so confused when I slip, huh?”

She looked aside and spent the next few seconds gauging the size of the cloud while he formed clouds into shapes. Should have taken more time to sculpt like mother said, but I just had to learn baking instead. He thought. “Alright, what is this?”

“Cum bucket, open up!” she opened her mouth and fell onto her back.

“Nein! Fraulein Sapphire, this is a toilet… scheisse. When in town or a home this is where you… make pee and,” he tapped his chin and shrugged, “scheisse, not on the floor or in the bushes outside their home. This is a toilet, can you say now?”

“Toy clit!” she chirped and began to stand.

“Sit, do not show me your tail anymore... fine, a change of pace. This is a-”

“Cock! Num, num, num.”

He sighed loudly. “It’s supposed to be a house. Perhaps it is a bit too tall,” he used a talon and sliced it in half. She ‘eeped’ and winced. “Now, this is a house, not a penis. Here is the door and… You know, this is not working with clouds… let us simply talk. What is your name?”

“I am Fraulein Sapphire,” she said confidently. He grinned and nodded, then asked if she knew his name. “Master.” He sighed, shaking his head.

The next few hours were spent building basic speech and conversation skills between snacks and candies as treats for her successes and half candy pieces for her failures.

By noon, he was proud of how she’s advanced. “My name is Gerald, I am a gryphon. And you?”

“My am Sapphire, my am pegasus pony, a mare. From Equestrivia,” she frowned and stomped a hoof onto the cloud, “Ee-qui-tree-eh.” She snorted in spat onto the cloud, pressing it into the fluff with a growl.

“Yes! Very good. Sapphire, you are learning very fast. Here is a taffy for your great effort,” he reached into a bag and pulled out a pink taffy and tossed it to her. She caught it in her mouth and chewed it happily as he got up. “Time for lunch, then we practice more. If you do good you get more candy, just remember no more frech words.”

What she said next nearly made him fall off the cloud, endearing her to him all the more. “Yes, Papa.”

Those words engraved her into his heart and he knew that she was the gift he’d longed for, delivered at long last by the talons of fate.

“Papa! Wake up, sun up. Sun up, Papa up!”

He groaned and stretched on the bed and looked at Sapphire. “Yes, und?”

“Und it’s potty time, Papa. Gotta potty in bushes,” she asked and bit her bottom lip in urgency.

“Okay, okay. Climb on, prinzessin.”

She smiled and climbed onto him, eagerly looking forward to the bushes below. “Papa, I like to be your prinzessin for alvays.”

“Ha-hah. Certainly for a while, but winter approaches and Papa must find a place for you to be warm,” he landed gently on the ground and she climbed off; hurriedly rushing into the bushes with only her head and neck showing while she relieved herself from a night of drinking water to quell a thirst she couldn’t sate.

“Papa, home is home.”

“Prinzessin, five months you’ve been with me and it has been vunderbar. I don’t want you to be cold during winter, my heart can’t handle the thought of you shivering all day and night, you aren’t covered with feathers and down to keep you warm as I am.”

“I’ve been hurt and had ice in my,” she hesitated, “mareparts. I know cold air is so too bad, and I can snuggle with Papa.”

“Ja, I know. Those days are behind you and thinking of harm befalling you-”

“Papa,” she said walking to him and looking into his eyes, “I live at home.”

“You know, you are probably half my age and wiser at times that one twice my years. Very well, I shall put aside my thoughts and we will stay in my cave. But if you get too cold I’m taking you to town and warming you at a friend’s house.”

“Stallion?” she asked. When he nodded she frowned. “Nein, Sapphire... prinzessin, not Cock Sleeve. I am nein that anymore.”

He lifted a talon and waved it at her. “Nein with the bad words. And you are a mare of beauty, not to be used for your body, as I’ve taught you. You give yourself to ones you love and that deserve you. You’re not that sad mare anymore, are you?”

She kicked the ground and sent dirt rolling away from her. “No, I am me. Your happy prinzessin. Princess Celestia is like me,” she grinned up at him. He wrapped her in a hug.

“Yes, yes you are. Now, let’s return home for breakfast.”

“I want rabbit,” she blurted.

“Uh, you want what?”

“I want to try Papa food.”

He thought it over and shrugged. “I’ll get some fire started and we’ll make you some.”

“Why fire?”

“Ponies can eat meat, but best if its cooked or you might get sick. And don’t ever eat too much, your tummies can’t handle a lot of meats.”

“Fish is a meat,” she said following him with a thoughtful tone.

“Ja, but it’s a light meat. Heavy meats like rabbit, cow, pony,” he looked back and winked, “just kidding. Those meats are too much for your kind.”

“Oh,” was all she said as she followed him and held wood on her back as he collected it.

…

“That was okay, but not really,” she said after eating her third bite of rabbit.

“So, you don’t like meat?”

“Not this, but maybe another?”

He laughed. “I like your adventurous spirit, prinzessin. You’re certainly du bist das gelbe vom ei.”

She thought for a moment while looking at the small crackling fire. “The yellow in the egg? I don’t get it, are we having eggs next?”

He snorted a laugh. “Nein, it means you’re the most special thing in my life. What I was looking for, and I found you.”

“Oh. You found me and now you’re my Papa-not-master and I love you, and your cuddles are bestest, too.”

“Awww, you’re so sweet, prinzessin.”

“Danke, Papa.”

“Bitte, Prinzessin Sapphire.”

She scrunched her face in thought and cocked her head slightly. “ Why do you think that am I a egg?”