Slave to Sex

Chapter 7

Venting on a Cloud

The sun rose and Sapphire, for once in what felt like forever to her, wasn’t cold. There wasn’t a chill in the air, there wasn’t a quiet whistle that greeted her ears of wind blowing through the cloth blocking the cave entrance; instead it was the chirping of birds that sparkled her mind into wakefulness. She rolled to her belly and sniffed the air, the scent of her arousal on her foreleg she ignored. Last night was past, her hoof was a little murky from her pre-sleep ritual but that didn’t matter. She was awake, it was warm, and this was the time to be awake!

She smelled life in nature. Trees, grasses, a very slight breeze blew in through the shoddy blanket doorway to their cave and she hopped to her hooves, moving swiftly to the opening. She ducked her head under the bottom and winced at the morning light striking her eyes, she brought a foreleg to block the light so she could see.

With unbearable excitement she ran back into the cave and tackled the sleeping gryphon from his bed onto the floor. He flailed for a second violently rending the air with the still sharpened claws he used for hunting before he realized where he was. “Was ist passiert?!”

“It’s spring! The land ist alive, papa! Let’s go for a fly, the first fly of spring! Get up, wake up!”

He groaned as he clenched his eyes closed and closed his fists tightly. “Ich glaube, ich spinne,” he groaned.

She rolled her eyes and began pressing his side and forcing him to roll over. “You’re fine, papa. Get up! Take me flying,” she didn’t see his smile as he pretended to sleep, “pleeease? Why, won’t, you, wake, up?!” she ran around to his other side and stuck her muzzle under his side and tried to lift him, an improbable task that she had no more patience for.

She snorted and stomped her forehooves on the floor in frustration before moving behind him and stuffing her nose under his tail and pushing her chin against the floor. He yelped and with a flap of his wings sent a gust that tussled everything in their cave. She pulled her tongue back into her mouth and smirked, then pointed a foreleg outside.

Gerald frowned deeply enough to cause any other pony to cower away, but she knew him by now. His head crest rose and he growled deeply enough for it to reverberate throughout their cavern. Standing as tall as he could, sneering and with a look of anger and murderous intent, he stared at her like a hawk ready to attack a mouse and reached his right arm out, baring his claws. “Mausebär Sapphire,” he extended his sharpest talon that he’d carved serrations into for easier gutting of his prey, “Ich bin... fuchsteufelswild!”

Her ears splayed back from the volume, but she leaned forward the short distance and kissed his beak with a familial peck, completely ignoring his act of rage. “You know you love me still, Papa,” she said with a wink and turned her side to him as she moved past toward her trunk. “Help me get them on?”

He groaned as he returned to his fatherly demeanor, all the fluff leaving him for a smile. “Ja, Mausebär Sapphire, I will help, however,” he moved swiftly beside her in a way that should have startled her, but she ignored him and took out the box that held her gifted wings, “I would prefer if you didn’t wake me that vay.”

She snorted. “You were sleeping, I was waking you up,” she turned to face him and kissed his beak again, “and you smell good, so it’s a nice way to wake up for me, too.” He frowned at her, to which she replied with a shrug. “Papa, I’m never going to be who I wasn’t,” she said, repeating what he’d told her once, “all I can do is be better. Just like you, right?” she pressed the long box into his chest and he stumbled back.

He looked at her with slight awe as he balanced the box in his forelegs before laying it on the floor and carefully opening it. He took out the bars with feathers and straps. She had her back to him and wings open, she trembled at the sound of metal clinking as he moved behind her. Memories of being chained to machines or restrained while being forced into sex echoed in the back of her mind.

“Fear not, mausebär Sapphire, you are safe. Soon we will be flying like birds in the wind.”

He quickly strapped her feathers to her wings and she gave a test flap that brought the smile back to her face. “Let’s go, Papa,” she hurried and bit the blanket door, with a tug she ripped it from covering the light and as it fluttered to the cave floor she leapt out and took to the air, curling her legs to her body as she flapped.

“Mausebär Sapphire, you’re going against the wind, go with it so you fly easier!”

Day blinded, she looked back at the gryphon who was just leaving and squinted her eyes. “I know how to fly, papa,” she grumbled to herself as her eyes adjusted and she dove toward the lake and glided along the surface, careful not to touch the water, lest she be tossed into it again.

Her reflection in the rippling waves wasn’t the mare she’d seen last year, almost nine months ago, when her life had changed. With careful motions she flapped her wings and drifted up, over the banks and into the nearest tree she hadn’t been paying attention to. “Gah, fuck me in the asshole with two cocks at once, damn, fuck, dock clamp, branding mark, pencil dick, owie,” she shouted as she tumbled from the tree and against a dozen branches as she fell onto the ground.

Gerald laughed as he landed beside the bushes she was in and parted them to see her upside down with her tail covering her underbelly, saving his eyes from such a sight. He reached out and grabbed her hind leg, lifted her, and moved her to the ground where she stood and shook herself. “Spit roast me ‘til I can’t walk or talk, that hurt,” she rubbed her head and looked at her forelegs expecting blood, seeing none happily, the same for the rest of her body.

“Your keppi is too hard to hurt so easily, mein schatzi Sapphire,” he patted her head where she’d rubbed her foreleg to check for himself, “shall we go up again?”

A few minutes later they had reached the cloud layer and he’d landed on a cloud, taking it for himself and grinning a tail eating grin at her as she frowned at him. “This is mine, get your own!”

She turned around, looking for a good cloud of her own before flying to one and pushing it closer to his, when he did something she didn’t know he could do; he reached and grabbed it tightly by the sides and merged it with his own. “Papa, I didn’t know you could do that,” she said as she landed on it and rested her aching wing muscles.

“I can, but only a little. Your kind are the best at weather, while mine are not,” he seemed to pout for her benefit. She hugged him gently and used her wings to help.

“It’s okay, papa. You’re really good at other stuff that I’m not, like having talons,” she grumbled into his chest, “they’re better than hooves and teeth and lips, ‘secially for scritches.”

His chuckle made her smile as she felt it vibrate through his chest. “Yes, everyone is good at something, that’s what makes us all special,” he hugged her back and patted her flank, “your mark is a heart of fire, you brought your love to me,” he snickered when she pulled back to look at him indignantly.

“I am serious, schumsebacke Sapphire,” he said pinching her cheeks against her protest.

She used her hooves to slap his hands away playfully. “I got it when I was a filly,” she paused and her eyes focused on the past, “and was rutted the whole day as a prize, maybe longer, papa. I hate it, I want it off my body, off my ass,” she looked back at it and whimpered, “if I didn’t get it then maybe I would have been a good filly, not a-” she was silenced by a knuckle knock on her forehead.

“Nein,” he stated firmly in a way that got her attention, “schatzi Sapphire, you are who you are in every aspect of the vord. You warmed my heart from the darkness it was surviving in. You showed me vhat it means to be alive and to have reason, someday you will find more of your own kind and do the same,” he chuckled to himself, “and forget an old crow like me.”

She pulled her head back with a furious expression and shook herself. “Nein, papa! You are my papa, the first to show me love and kindness. Never will I forget you; and if I have chicks, then they will know about you, too.”

He snorted a loud laugh that disarmed her. “Foals, schumsebacke Sapphire,” she swatted his hands as they approached her cheeks for another pinch and he laughed again. “Pony has foals, gryphon has chicks. You vill not give birth to a baby half bird half feline no matter how much you may wish.”

She looked at her hooves. “I would if you fuck me,” her head moved quickly to look at him. “I’m sorry, papa! I didn’t mean that,” she exhaled loudly, “I, just… it’s been…” she gulped and a desperate look sparkled in her eyes he'd seen at least once a month all winter. “I haven’t had anything inside me for so long! I just want to remember the feels like again. It’s like if you had to stop eating meat, because you’re in Equestria,” she turned and walked in a very tight circle, “and there wasn’t any game for miles.

“You’d have to stop or you be treated like um, monster, but you always want to taste some of them critters or birdies, and that’s what I have, need! I spend my whole life, from when I was a filly, I was good filly, being a good cocksleeve and swallowing everything,” she panted as her memories began flooding back, she didn't notice him holding her as she went on. “I was a good cocksleeve, master would fuck me all the time and show me love every single day.

“I would do anything to feel a cock inside me or pussy around my muzzle, and master or mistress would cum for me and if slave was good they would make me cum because slave was a good cum dumpster, didn’t need a name; just had to lay there and make them feel good like a good filly was supposed to,” she rambled as he embraced her tightly, “cum for me, whore. You’re a bad filly if you don’t do what I tell you. You’re worth every bit. Slow down and swallow. How long can she hold her breath? Wake up, Slit Licker, time for Mistess’ bath.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks and she broke into a blubbering sob into his soft fluffy chest, the safest place in her world. “Th-they, never let me… grow up, Papa. I didn’t have foalhood,” she cried, “I didn’t have friends, or parents, or my sisters! They took everything, Papa, and all I want is to feel da way they maked me feel, more again!

“It's all I think, I don't know why want cock so bad… I want my mommy. I never said goodbye! Never saw her since I was taken for be bad filly. Oh no. What if my sisters are in there now? Bad fillies teached to be good?! What if they’re just like I was, only forever?! Just because I was a bad filly, ran away and wasn’t there when Master needed me. What if- what if...”

Gerald held her head in his gentle grasp against his chest as she wailed, finally crying and letting the deepest hurt surface. The cloud they were on darkened and began to make rain, all the while he steeled his glare at the western horizon.

“I was a good filly to Master so my sisters would be safe. I was a good filly. I was a good filly. I was a good filly. I was a good filly…”

He held her and rocked her through her fugue state until she fell asleep in his embrace. He lay her down and curled around her, keeping her protected and safe while thoughts and plans ran through his mind. “You are a good filly, Sapphire. You always were and have grown into a great mare. I am here, vill be here for you, always.”

Time passed and while he thought nebulous thoughts of bringing untimely ends to the creatures that did this to his adopted daughter, he finally noticed she was asleep, limp in his arms. He rolled her so he could look at her, her snot connected his feathers in a clump to her nose with a long strand or mucous.

He couldn’t help but purr when he saw her neutral expression turn to a contented one when she nuzzled into his arm. He looked down her underbelly and at the scars she wore, even across her teats. He sighed and looked back at her sleeping face and leaned down, touching his forehead to hers.

“Ich schwöre, dich zu beschützen, tochter.”

She mewled quietly and her hind leg stretched out. She smacked her lips and mumbled in her sleep, “I love you, Papa.”

He held her close to him on the cloud, watching as the sun crested the mountains in the distance marking the time he’d usually like to begin his day out of the cave. He looked around the forest they were over, the cloud they were on, and the mare in his heart. “Ja, Gerund, life has turned out gut. Danke, meine liebe. Schlaf gut, weiß, dass du immer in meinem herzen bist.”