Chapters Chapter 1
Hidden Desires
An abandoned, cold, dark warehouse on the far outskirts of Vanhoover was silent from the outside, hiding the perverse contest within from both prying eyes and dire legal infractions by the society they were perversing.
Within, the arena was just large enough it could be a cafeteria, however it was lit only by a light high above the center. A tall chain linked fencing surrounded it, and to the side against the fence, a husky green stallion wearing a mask colored red with orange rimmed around his eyes lay on his side, a large cushion supporting him with his belly exposed.
A bell rang loudly and for several seconds and the stands fell silent. A dark green earth pony mare baring scars across her body from whips, burns, and tally marks across her cutie marks entered the stage, smugly looking to the shadowed faces of creatures of several species of creatures that watched her walk to the center of the enclosed stage.
She began with an enchanted shout. “The first rule of cock fighting is-”
“Don’t talk about cock fighting! ” the stands chorused and cheered loudly. Stomping, hooting, hollering, roaring, and clapping filled the room as she raised a foreleg in a signal for them to give her their attention.
“My fellow Gatherers of the Night, we gather here for our sacred right to watch a fight! Ageless as time itself, predator and prey have lived a simple cycle we know all too well; yet here, in these walls and with friends we call our own, we can give in to our other desires.”
She looked into the shadowed stands, her eyes crossing interspecies couples with either of the two groups she said in dominance of another, some fucking in the crowd still even after she’d called attention, albeit quietly and with hushed noises. She smiled and inhaled. “Two ponies enter, only one pony gets to worship the master! Bring ‘em in,” she yelled as the crowd cheered. Two pegasi mares were led in, collared by sadistic unicorns with lustful hate in their eyes at their charges. “These mares have been bred to fight for the cock, for your entertainment, and once unleashed; will do just that!”
The stands roared to life again. Gryphons mounted ponies and ponies took a minotaur from both ends; it was sexual hedonism and debauchery at its worst.
Both mares being led toward one another recoiled from the noise, trying to back out of the caged arena. They fell to the floor in erotic pain as their collars’ special enchantments sent impulses straight into their nervous systems.
“Stallions, exit the arena with me. Cock Master, prepare yourself,” the announcer called to the stands, riling them up. The husky stallion began to rub his sheath and balls and sneered greedily to the two mares that were to fight over him as his cock emerged. “With me now!”
“Uncollar. Your. Subs!” the room echoed in near perfect unison.
With a sparkle of magic, both mares’ collars unclasped and a primal rage belying the pony race coarsed through them. They whinnied as they reared and kicked the air, roaring as ancient equines did as they landed and galopped at each other, ramming shoulder to chest to begin their melee.
Their wings opened in an attempt to intimidate one another showing bare and almost completely plucked wings, scarred in places too badly from their brutal and immoral training to regrow feathers properly again. They collided violently with a traded headbutt that sent them reeling a step back before leaping back into a fight, an excuse to vent pain and aggression built over years as a secondary reason for what they were doing.
Bites were made to leave marks, slaps with hardened hooves brought blood, and bucks were exchanged in a violent display of aggression. Both mares, after minutes of trading blows, were exhausted and limping, bruised in many places, and were bleeding where scratches had cut too deep.
Finally, one mare succumbed to her exhaustion and her hind legs gave out. The blue mare took advantage and spun to deliver a bone cracking buck in the other’s ribs that sent the other flying into the fence and flopping to the floor, twitching as her brain fought between consciousness and passing out from pain and injuries.
“Oh! Four minutes, a worthy fight, but the winner takes her prize!” the announcer called as the blue mare’s collar was quickly sent through the fence and around her neck, stopping her before she continued the attack on her opponent. Instantly she stopped and looked at what she’d done to the other mare, then around the loud, deeply shadowed stands, then to the dom in the arena’s cage. Her mouth salivated and she quickly limped to him, falling to her back knees and crawling to press her face into his scrotum.
She began her cock worshipping while the announcer called her victory and the other mare was dragged from the arena by her wing into the shadows by her sadistic stallion. The stands began to fill with the sounds of sex of many forms as creatures watched the victorious mare worship cock with expert skill.
Before too long he had pulled her mane to free himself as he came in her throat, mouth, and across her face and forelocks. She seemed all too eager to return to worshipping him, cleaning his cock until only a sheen of her saliva remained, every drop of cum from the floor was licked and she pawed at herself like a crazed feline to get whatever she could from her face, head, and mane into her mouth.
The sound of the leash clicking to her collar stopped her instantly and she fell to the floor gagging at the tug then gasping for air. “Shut up, you little slut.” Her leash tugged twice and she stood lethargically, limping back with her stallion into the shadows and past the sex filled stands, spit and bottled ejaculate splattering against her as she passed into the lights of the locker room.
“Ah, what a good filly. You won me a good bag of bits today, let’s get you cleaned up and rested.”
She didn’t acknowledge the stallion as he led her through the motions of standing, displaying, rolling to her back, and opening every orifice ending with her mouth to have her body cleaned. Once she was scrubbed she was lightly bandaged and salve was applied to her seeping cuts before her leash was undone and she looked around, noticing she was in her stall. She brushed her white mane from her face with a hoof.
Three clangs on the bars behind her in signaled her next private event. “On your chest, you little slut,” her master hissed, “your stomach’s full, but not your womb, and I have to take care of my mare.”
Backing up until her rump bumped the barred entrance, she lowered her front and moved her tail aside. “Good filly, just like that,” was the only thing he said for the next minute until he’d used her, filled her with his sticky seed, and then left her unpleased and leaking cum. “Not bad, for a used trashbag,” was the last she heard as he wiped his cock on her flank. She lay in that position until she fell asleep to the safety of her own happy indulgent dreams.
The place where she could please her master without pain, without aches, without sadness. A dream realm where she was cuddled and hugged more often, fed sweets, and had time to play outside in the sunlight.
A smile crept across her muzzle as she dreamed of impossible things.
A bucket of warm water across her exposed backside startled her awake and she stood. “Wake up, filly. You’re going to a new master today,” a new mare announced. Worry grew in the blue mares chest and she turned her head to look at the speaker with sadness. “Don’t give me that, you were bought by some stallion across Equestria and you’re going to be making him happy now. Stand still and stay good until you're let out of your stall.”
The blue mare whimpered and with effort managed to turn around to the bars then scratched her hooves against the bars of her stall.
“Don’t even start, cock sleeve, you know this is what happens to the good ones. Be glad you’re not like the mare you beat last night,” she snickered, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she woke up wingless in a few hours from now.”
The collared mare’s wings tightened to her body and she cowered back.
“Yeah, you know what happens to losers. At least you still have your pretty face. Now come here so I can leash you like the cum rag you are. Did you like getting fucked by your old master last night? I heard you’re so loose he only lasted a minute, just so he could get away from your used cunt. Is that true, slut?”
The blue mare didn’t say anything as she was leashed and led from her stall down a hallway, and several turns later, to a small garage. A wagon that looked old and full of junk waited for her with it’s back door open and a bored stallion singing a song to himself. She was shoved in and fell, hurting her already sprained leg, but stood as she knew she had to.
She was tied to a bar set in the center of the cart and she noticed taped pictures against the windows that made it seem the cart was full of useless junk.
The driver looked her over while the mare locked the slave in place. Once the blue mare was alone she glanced aside to him and he sneered at her. “I’m gonna need that ass clean for when I make my first stop,” he laughed and slammed the door, sending the inside into near pitch blackness. Minutes later the muffled speaking stopped and the floor lurched, nearly making her fall. She took her orders to heart and struggled to keep standing.
She rocked and bounced in the darkness, hoping in the recesses of her mind that her next master would be pleased with her and that she could please him in turn.
Chapter
2
The blue mare woke with a yawn. Another nap had come to claim her while the boredom of the trip racked her mind. Light filtered into the wagon’s interior and the smell of grass and trees wafted in through the cracks, making her mouth water at the fresh taste she’d remembered from some time ago when she’d been walked outside like a good puppy for her mistress; it was better than the urine and feces she’d been standing in for too long now.
She couldn't wait to hear her new master now though, she wanted to play; to jump, hop, perhaps wrestle for fun.
The world lurched suddenly as a roar sound came from outside. A loud thump against the roof was what she heard, then she was sent free-falling through the air for a second of sheer terror as her mind and body woke from lingering coziness, only to register pain across itself. She didn’t whine or cry, not with the leash on, but she did breath heavily as she tried to turn the pain into pleasurable thoughts and feelings.
She ached to have a cock inside her, as the driver hadn’t done anything since she’d left and it’d been too long, more days than she could care for, all her thoughts were on orgasming and the sorrow that she couldn’t even pleasure herself while leashed, so she waited.
She lay there for untold time, still bridled and leashed to a broken bar hanging out of the floor, which was now almost above her. With a clack, a latch was undone and the door opened. She was blinded and grimaced by the brightest light she’d seen while in a long time, she recognized sunlight bathing her in its warmth and it warmed her heart, even through pained shut eyes.
A shadow broke her blessed bath of light and her heart sank. A pony was scrambling in and before too long unhooker her leash and had her head in his arms. She cocked her head slightly to see her new master and the urge to recoil almost won her training as she saw a beak. The beak of a gryphon. She smiled faintly to her new master as he lifted her and took her from the wagon with a mighty flap of his wings, landing outside and laying her in the grass.
Her ears perked for a second and her eyes wandered as she spotted trees around them and the scent of fresh grass tickled her nose. The sound of wind rustled leaves in trees made her slightly happy, though she’d never show it while leashed.
She glanced behind her and saw her master returning to the wagon’s driver. She saw her master look the pony pulling the cart over and shake his head as he took his talons from the drivers side. When her master looked back she snapped her head forward again and lay down as a good trained filly should. She listened as steps approached her.
“Ich glaub mich knutscht ein elch , what have they done to you? To their own kind?” she heard a male voice for certain say with an accent and words she didn’t understand. “What do I do now? I was supposed to get money for this robbery, not a…” he stopped and placed a hand on her, recoiling as she flinched from his touch. “Gerund, what do I do? What the scheisse do I do?!” he asked no one loudly.
“Damnit. Mare, do you have,” his breath hitched, “mein Gott , your wings,” he muttered in shock. He looked her over and noticed the damage across her body, most hidden beneath her fur. Her partly featherless wings were eye catching now that he noticed them. Her trembling breathing didn’t help him think any more that her injuries did. “Fräulein , do you have a name?”
She lay still like a tired old dog, resting her chin on the ground between her forelegs.
His head tilted slightly as a silly thought entered his mind. “You act like a dog? Roll over.” Without hesitation she lay on her side and rolled to her back, curling her hind legs to her body and dropping her tail to the ground, exposing herself to him. He winced and turned his head. “Euck, stop that! Roll over or something.”
She did as she was told and rolled to her belly, returning her forelegs in front of her and lying down.
“What am I to do? What’ve you given me? Is this a trick, a test, punishment?” he asked looking to the sky. Moments of silence passed and then he growled in frustration at his options. She flinched again, her hind quarters trembling. “Okay pony, come,” he gestured toward himself.
She lifted her rump and he saw her forehooves slide under her body. Her tail moved aside and he got a glance as she began to rub herself. “Mein Gott almighty! Mare, stop that! What is wrong with y-” his word stuck in his throat as she quickly returned to her lying posture quickly, trembling across her body now.
“What did they do to you,” he whispered looking at the leash. He picked it up in his claws and when it gently tugged her collar she stood and turned to him. She moved to his side and he cawed in shock as her forehoof brushed against his sheathed member. When he moved she quickly turned and fell to her chest with a thump and reached her forelegs back the sides of her body, using her hooves she pulled her flanks, exposing her pink inner flesh to him.
He instinctively glanced at the offering before he averted his eyes. “Stand, mare.”
She stood, turned toward him, keeping her eyes on the grass they stood on. “Look at me. Do you have a name?”
Only her eyes moved to see him for an instant before returning to the ground, yet she stayed silent. He leaned forward and placed a hand on her chin, pulled lightly with his talons and looked into her mouth. With a slight tug her jaw relaxed and he looked into her mouth to her throat, teeth, and noticed they were well cared for. He leaned back closing her mouth as he walked to her side and lifted her left foreleg.
He exhaled loudly as he took in the marks under her coat and continued his way around her, including inspecting under her tail. She stood stock still slouching but aiding him as he inspected her. Her hooves were cared for, her coat was well enough, she had fresh patches across her body tinted red from an obvious fight, and he noticed several bruises, two bite marks from another pony, and a hoof imprint on her rump. He shook his head and stood, cursing the ponies that would do this.
He began to walk backwards holding the leash and she walked with him. In a large circle, straight line, even trotted beside him as he walked briskly. He stopped and looked at her slightly more relaxed posture. “They broke you… how could anypony do this to any living creature, much less their own kind?”
He looked back to the dead driver and felt the urge to slice him open and throw his gutted corpse off a cliff, and if there was one nearby he might have at least done that part. “Get the gold from the vagon, get to town, get food and supplies. That vas supposed to be it, now vhat?”
He turned back to the road and led her beside him by the leash. She trotted lethargically and with a slight limp, but it didn’t seem to bother her so he kept going for what must have been the longest walk she’d ever been on outside. She wouldn’t show it but she loved the feeling of rocks massaging her hooves, the smell of grasses she wanted to taste so badly, and the sun warming her coat.
Nature’s call was beginning to pain her but through exhaustive training she held it in, not making a vocal noise as she lost control several times during their journey.
He sniffed and slowed, looking back. He looked her over and the obvious sign she had to go, then at the sky in exasperation. “Not that too,” he placed a hand to his beak and closed his eyes. “Fine, but I’m not wiping you. You’re on your own for that.” He led her off the road into the treeline and turned away. “Relieve yourself.”
The sounds her body made as she let loose a day’s worth of waste made his stomach turn. When she was finally done nearly two minutes later she stood still, waiting. He moved forward, leash in hand before gasping for breath. “That was impressive for such a small mare. I’d love to ask how long you’d been holding that in but I don’t wanna know, even if you could tell me. So how do you clean up?”
He regretted asking as she sat and scooted three times on the ground, standing with a shake of her body. “If you do that in my home, I’ll be very upset,” he said sternly.
He led the silent mare back to the road and they continued on. “You know, this’d be so much easier if I could just fly, but I’m not gonna carry a pony around, not even you,” he smiled and looked at her, hoping for a reaction. She kept looking at the dirt road. “Did you hear the joke about the top pony that couldn’t swim? She’s still at the bottom.”
He looked her over and didn’t see any change. “Don’t know any good jokes yourself, do you?”
She followed in silence.
“You know, I’d carry you, but I don’t want you to freak out and fall. That means we’ve got a few hours walk ahead of us. Up a couple hills, too. I’m staying in a cave in a cliff overlooking a lake and forest. It’s not much, but it’s home. The nearby town of Colton isn’t the most reputable town, so the fact some travelers are robbed is often overlooked.
“Well, sometimes. There’s most often standard trade as well, bits for food and goods. The town shops know me and that I get bits by less than honorable means, but they know I’d never kill a pony so I’m not worried about the dead one back there. I just skimmed over him to see if he was a fighter and he fell over landing on his own head.
“Who falls and uses their head to break the fall? That guy, that’s who,” he chuckled and they continued on for a few hours with him leading the mare toward his home on the road with the last hour across countryside. They reached the cliff wall with a lake nearly a mile away. “I’m going to pick you up, please don’t panic or move until I put you down,” he asked pleadingly. He placed his arms under her body and carefully picked her up as he opened and flapped his wings. She flinched and trembled as he lifted her up higher than she’d ever been and into a cave opening.
Just large enough for them to fit, he landed inside and placed her down, muttering a curse as his last flap had sent a gust through his home. Loose papers, dirt, dust, and knickknacks were affected for the few seconds it lasted. With two claps candles across the cave sparked to life showing a single room nearly the size of the first floor of a small house.
“Enchanted candles, I had to get them,” he bragged until he looked behind him and the sullen mare. “You know, I could just take you to town, let them deal with you,” he lay in front of her, “but they’d just use you as you were trained, passing you around for fun. And you wouldn’t stop them, would you?” he asked. I’ll be right back, I left my loot just outside. It vould be a waste to lose what little I got for forgetfulness, ja?
He turned and fell from the opening, leaving her alone in a dreary cave, unknowing of what was going to happen next. A sound tickled her ears and she turned in time to see him land just behind her. He dropped saddlebags she hadn’t seen him with and motioned for her to go further in. She walked into the room and to a deer skin rug on the floor. She lay on her belly and swished her tail, hoping it was going to be a pet play.Oi ,” he stated pulling his arm farther back and under his body, hiding it with his down. “Okay, the collar stays, I get it. How about the leash, can I take that off?” she relaxed and looked up, exposing the clip.
“Now, you’re not gonna bite me, are you?” he joked as he gripped the snap in his talons and moved the lever, lifted the clip gently, and moved his arm back, the ring quietly clinking when it was freed. “See, no more leash. Better?”
She shook her head, sending her short mane tossing and gave him a smile. She whimpered and pawed at the loop of the leash and once it got close enough she playfully bit it and took to her hooves tugging it. He tugged back and for a moment they played tug of war. He liked to see her so alive finally so he let her win.
As she rolled with the leash, wrapping herself twice with it as she bit at the loop just out of her reach, he moved to his desk and grabbed a loose stack of papers that had become disorganized. Stacking it again, he began going around the room and fixing what he could from his gust as she played.
Finally done organizing, he climbed onto his bed and sighed. “What can I do vith you?” he asked her. She sat up attentively and stood, trotted to him and sniffed his feathers while raising a hoof to his underbelly. “No! None of that. Gott , vhat do I have to do to stop you from this sex obsession? I order you to not be broken anymore,” she cocked her head curiously. “No sex. No mating. No touching my privates.”
Her ears drooped and she pouted, whining as she began to turn her rump to him again. He placed his hand on her side and pushed her down. “Sit.”
She stayed sitting, looking at him, waiting for a command he didn’t know or want to guess.
“Can you speak?” She frowned to herself and then shook her head. “If you can understand then you can speak. What’s your name? Tell me.”
She leaned her head forward and opened her mouth speaking quickly. “Cock Sleeve. Cum Dumpster. Cum Rag. Pussy Licker. Seed Swallower. Bitch. Useless wh-” she mumbled into her mouth as he held her muzzle closed gently with his talons and stared at her wide eyed. She stopped speaking and exhaled through her nose.
“There are no words that I know to tell you how sorry I am for you,” he offered. “I’m going to do something my kind don’t do often, but you deserve it.”
He climbed from the bed and embraced her tightly. She sat still, stiff, unmoving for a few seconds then allowed herself to move her face into his soft feathers. Once there she inhaled his scent and relaxed slightly, her face escaping into the air where she sighed happily. It was like a warm pillow on a cold night. When he began to let her go she whimpered until he embraced her again.
He held her close until he began to feel extremely uncomfortable and moved away, her head followed him as far as she could without getting up from the spot she sat. “You don’t get much affection either, do you?” he said more to himself as he looked at his fingers and claws. “Well,” he clasped them together with a forced smile, “I refuse to call you any of the names you gave me. You’re young, blue with a white mane. Traditional looking for a pegasus in my humble opinion.
“Cutie mark is small clouds, big surprise. How about… Blue Cloudy Pony?”
She didn’t respond.
“Nein ? How about just Blue. I think that works well enough and ponies can change their names villy nilly, so you’ve got that going for you, too. I’m hungry, are you hungry?” he asked. She opened her mouth and lowered her body into a position he recognized too well. “No, no sex. No cum, no swallowing, just food. Do you eat food ?”
She sat up tall and placed her forelegs to her chest like a pleading dog. She offered a woof and he rolled his eyes. “Okay, now,” he walked past her and she turned her upper body to follow him, “I know ponies don’t really eat meat, so if I hunt it’ll be for me. But I do have some emergency rations I got for the stormy months ahead that you can have.”
He opened a chest and dug into it. Clattering and clanging gave way to a victorious cheer to himself as he lifted a rectangular box and placed it on the cave floor. “These are supposed to be amazing, but I can’t eat hay or the like. I got swindled by a traveling salespony pretty good. Here, try one,” he was about to toss her one then stopped to open and unwrap the meal bar inside. “We won’t have you choking, shall we?”
He tossed it and it landed beside her, she knelt to get it but couldn’t reach. “Blue, relax and eat.”
She moved from the spot and curled around her small meal on the floor. She looked to him one more time and at his approving nod she sniffed the food, then took a bite. She chewed for a moment and swallowed, looking to him again.
“Scheisse , just eat the whole thing,” he said with as large a smile his beak would allow, encouraging her.
She began to eat, bite by bite with quiet moans of pleasure until it was gone and she’d licked the ground it was on. She looked back to the box, not himself he noticed. He took another bar and waved it in the air above him and repressed a chuckle when her eyes and head followed it. “Never thought I’d have a dog,” he joked as he opened and unwrapped the next bar, tossing it to her.
She scooped it to her with her damaged wings and began to eat freely again while he got up and moved to the cave opening. “Stay here and don’t touch anything. I’ll be right back with a full belly myself,” he turned to leave and stopped. “You’re allowed to lay on my bed if you want,” he said turning back out and taking off, leaving her alone in the cave.
She looked at the desk, drawing papers and pens, a bed barely big enough for her master and her to fuck on, and several chests and boxes against the walls. She sniffed the air and looked around again taking notice of no sex toys, implements of bondage, whips, crops, or even scents of sex or cum.
She didn’t know what her new master was in to, but it was something very different than she’d ever been a part of before. At least so far. She took advantage of the moment and climbed into bed. It was soft and comfortable and for the moment all hers; and she was going to enjoy it. She rolled to her back and then to her belly, a smile crossed her face as she giggled and stood, starting to jump on the fluffy mattress.
She giggled and fell to her side, relaxing in her moment of certain loneliness. No sex, masters, cages, leashes, pain. Just her, a belly full of actual food, and the dull wonder of what her master would do to her if he found she was jumping on his bed. She looked at the mattress and shrugged. The bed was already messy, without sheets and one large pillow and blanket jumbled up.
She noticed feathers scattered from a molt around the bed, a smelly bucket covered with a cloth against the wall she recognized all too well. Perhaps her master was a role player, a slob fantasy. She could work with it, she figured, when the time came.
The sound of heavy flapping tickled her ears and before she could react he landed inside the cave, wings closed and with a wet head. “Washed in the lake quick, don’t ask why. Supper was early tonight but there’s plenty to do. Uhm, I guess I can teach you to play cards,” he suggested going to a trunk and opening it, rifling, then pulling a deck of cards out. “I’ve also got board games and trivia, but don’t tell anyone I’ve got those or I’ll deny it,” he said closing the trunk and returning to her.
The bed was low enough with the frame that he didn’t have to reach in any uncomfortable way so he lay on his belly and showed her the deck. “Cards,” he opened it and shook them loose into his palm, “can you say cards?”
She tilted her head and looked between the deck and his eyes.
“Say cards, Blue. You can do it.” She gulped and painfully slowly opened her mouth to rush the word ‘curds’ out. He laughed loudly. “No, but close. Slower, cards ,” he enunciated.
She repeated the word and he nodded. Card by card he named each one off having her repeat them, twice.
“Okay, first game’s called ‘Gryphon at the door.’ To play we both have four cards and…” he looked at her hooves and sighed. “Okay, can’t play that with hooves. How about highest card wins?”
They played various card games for longer than he’d thought they would and after a few turns she’d actually begun to smile and show signs of enjoyment as her expression relaxed and her wings, awful to look at as they were, opened more and more as she won and lost. The chance to play ‘just because’ was extremely rare and she took advantage of it.
She thought back to a few stallmates ago, a mare of course, that had played a knocking game with her until they were discouraged from making such noises. The mare was kind and even though she sprayed marecum without warning across her face and made her choke, she still liked the mare and hoped to see her again someday, hopefully outside the arena.
She’d enjoyed that knocking game though, but not nearly as much as the current game. She didn’t even take notice as he yawned and began to slow down as she enthusiastically clapped a hoof onto the card and pulled it back with a giggle just as nature called again, but she knew to ignore it and hold it for hours. Some masters liked that sort of thing, even though it was kind of gross to her.
She whined when he stopped playing, stood and stretched. “I’ve gotta use the bushes, do you? Ugh, of course you don’t understand. Do you have to relieve yourself?” he asked.
She nodded and this time he turned and sat, leaning forward. She looked under herself and then to his tail, then into his eyes. She pointed to her teats and then to his tail making a humping motion and he blushed. “No! Naughty pony. You’re not going to, I mean I’m not… Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it’s not my… Look, climb on my back so I can get us down there. I’ll be damned if you’re gonna pee on my floor,” he scolded her.
A spark of understanding shown in her eyes and she climbed onto him. He gripped her forelegs with his front hands and walked to the edge, took a leap, opened his wings, and glided them out. Over the lake and into long grass she bit at as they stopped. He moved several paces from where she snacked and began to relieve himself while she did the same, snacking still. “C’mon, let’s get home,” he said a few minutes after they were done and she was content from her snack.
He knelt and she climbed onto his back, taking several stalks of grass with her as they took off. He felt her laugh silently as he flew up and realized she had probably never actually flown. Gripping her forelegs tighter he spun in a corkscrew and performed a loop, ending with them hovering. He looked back and snorted a laugh at the dumbfounded expression she wore. The grass she’d taken was still falling to the earth below and she was genuinely grinning a second later, tugging back in his grip with needy grunts.
“Like that, did you? Well, I’m out of practice, but a few more wouldn’t hurt. But then it’s off to home, alright?”
She didn’t acknowledge him as she tugged. He flapped and began to carry them higher and higher into the sky until they passed a cloud, then he arced over backwards and they freefell. Terminal velocity was what broke her and made her squeal in happiness that didn’t stop when he banked softly and came around, skimming the lake before taking off again, returning to his home.
She openly laughed until her hooves were released from his grip. She quieted and slid off him, pouting.
“Don’t give me that, I’m not a stunt flier or acrobat. Plus, I’m tired, so let’s get some sleep and we’ll see about what to do tomorrow.”
He climbed onto his bed and covered himself with a blanket, taking the soft bed for granted as she stood and dipped her head. He looked behind himself and at the standing mare, rolled his eyes, and opened his covers. “Come and lay with me, I can use the warmth. It’s going to get cold soon.”
She lifted her head and sighed, swishing her tail as she walked and then climbed into bed with him. She lifted her leg and scooted back until her rump pressed against his underbelly. His response was to push her from his body and close her legs. “Sleep,” he grumbled as he forced the blankets from his body and pressed it between their mating regions.
She lay there for nearly half and hour, still and waiting, unknowing at first that he had actually fallen asleep without fucking her. She sat up quietly and looked at him curiously. “Master?” she asked. She poked his beak with her muzzle. “Master?”
He snorted and opened his eyes just enough to see her. “Huh? Wha?”
“Master, fuck Cock Sleeve! Bad filly, need cum.”
He groaned. “No, Gerald sleep. Blue sleep. You are Blue, and I am not Master, I am,” he yawned. “I am Gerald,” he muttered, “call me Gerald, sleep.” Before she could ask to be fucked again he was asleep and she merely watched him, blinking at him before she lay down and nuzzled their large shared pillow.
This was certainly the most odd master she’d ever had, but when he was ready she’d please him and he’d be happy. A slight tingle began under her tail that she couldn’t ignore after a few minutes as it grew. She slipped her hoof down her underbelly and to her pussy for a couple minutes until she curled and restrained a whinney inside her closed mouth as she came, blushing deeply as she realized she’d just messed his bed with her cum.
She wiped her hoof on his feathered chest as an offering and lay down trembling from her orgasm, quickly beginning to fall asleep, exhausted from such a harrowing day. She cooed when his arm draped over her and pulled her closer to him. She sighed and reveled in the affection, even if she didn’t believe it was to last.
Chapter 3
New Life Begins
Blue woke first still held by his arm across her. She hummed in his embrace and turned over slowly until she was on her back. She looked around the room in the early morning light, it was just as it had been. No pony had come in while she was asleep to change the decor, bring in sex toys, shouts or demands to please them or another then taking but a moment to with rope, binding her legs together.
It was incredibly uncomfortable.
She moved from the bed carefully, so as to not wake or anger her master, and carefully looked around the room closer. The desk was two logs of wood and a board on them. There was unused paper and parchment she could draw on, and stacks of papers that were his and she knew not to touch.
She looked aside to the bed that was a mere couple hooves from the floor on a bed frame that she couldn’t be tied to without more effort than wanted. He turned over and she noticed scars on his back and looked to her own scarred back then back to his. Turning around she looked at the trunks and chests. She could count to six and there were five, each closed. She wondered which ones had the toys and if he was going to hurt her or be one of the gentle masters.
She could use a vibrator though, and a ball gag, maybe a dildo to ride. She cleared her head with a shake and looked up and then took in the size of the cavern, about the size of a standard dungeon with a single entrance. And the walls we actual stone. And while roughly carved, the walls were free of hooks, chains, torches…
She couldn’t figure this out and sat down knitting her brow and placing a hoof to her temple in confusion.
“Something on your mind, Fräulein Blue ?” Gerald asked. She sat up straight and shook her head. “Hungry?” A nod. “Couple secs,” he groaned and stretched then groaned louder when he looked at her lowering her front while turning, moving her tail aside.. “Not sex , seconds. I am sorry, but I don’t want to have sex with ponies, including you.”
She lowered her tail, stood, and turned to face him, her face lit up and she pranced to him on the bed, reared onto it, and presented her forelegs to him for binding, holding them together and making a motion. He looked her over, simply got off the bed, and walked around her. She pranced her rear hooves happily while stabilizing herself on the warm mattress and prepared herself for a good fucking, that never came.
A food bar landed beside her right forehoof and her attention went to it. She confusedly looked back to Gerald, who was beginning to make his drawings and ignored her. She felt insulted, never had she been turned down or passed by, ever . She was the most favored sex toy of any pony she’d known, a master of pleasing her master!
Her special talent was to please her master or mistress and she’d always done just that, expertly, she couldn’t stop the circling thoughts. She waved her tail and used a technique that always worked when she felt the urge to feel something inside her wet pussy. “Fuck me. Fuck Cum Rag, please.” He ignored her, only giving a quiet exhale. She stomped her rear hoof, the clack resonated in the cave. “Please, fuck Cock Sleeve,” she opened her mouth and said ‘ahh’ loudly from her place leaning on the bed, looking at him.
“Be quiet, Fräulein Blue ,” he said curtly. He heard her mouth snap shut and a growl in frustration.
“Cum in mouth ,” she told him this time and landed all four hooves on the ground with a clatter and marched to him. “Cum pussy, dirty whore wants cum. Good Cocksleeve!” she stated, her voice growing more firm with each cliche phrase she’d heard over and over through the years. “Good Cocksleeve needs a good fuck , yes!?”
He spun and faced her, beak to muzzle. She flinched but didn’t back down, the scent of her arousal tickling his nose. “No, Fräulein . Eat your food bar or I shall take you to the lake to cool off, then you’ll get another food bar or eat grass outside. Either way, I am not fucking you,” he told her in a stern, steady voice.
Her eye twitched and with a stomp of her forehooves she began to have a foalish tantrum with grunting, hopping, stomping, kicking; she went as far as throwing her meal bar at the stone wall, screaming and whining as her hormones dissipated through frustrated rage rather than horniness or orgasm.
Gerald watched for a couple minutes as she wound down, rolling on the floor kicking her legs in the air before she panted and sweated slightly, rolling to her hooves and standing still. He chuckled at her and she frowned at him. “You feel better, Fräulein Blue ? Get it out of your system? Ready to eat?”
She snorted and flagged her tail as she went to the meal bar on the floor and began to eat loudly, chomping rudely to encourage punishment that always led to sex, she was making a show of moving her hips every so often to tease him, not knowing he’d turned back to his desk until she was done with her meal bar. She grumbled quietly to herself wordlessly.
No matter what she did he wouldn’t mount her, fuck her, hold her head as he ravaged her mouth, bind her, bridle her, stuff her mouth with gags, dig his claws into her, raking them across her back as he came inside her. The tingle under her tail grew and now she had desire to please him and feel his warmth fill any of her holes. She gulped and began to sweat as she looked around the room and eyed the trunks and chests. She cantered to them and opened them one by one.
He told her to stop by the time she’d opened the third and moved to the fourth, finding no implements of her orgasm before he placed a hand on the fourth trunk. She placed her hooves on the seam and fought him to open it as tears began to show in her eyes. She was a bad pony. She couldn’t please her master and he wasn’t going to please her, punish her or use her. He watched as she struggled, his emotions showing, welling with pity.
She stopped trying to force the trunk and moved to it, resting her head against it and weeping at her feelings of being a failure. He knelt and wrapped her into a hug that she returned quickly, tightly. For the first time since he’d seen her and for the first time in years, she cried openly, saturating his feathers as she let loose a torrent of pent up emotions that went far beyond feeling like a failure to her new master. For the first time in her memory, she was being treated kindly and it was so alien to her that she could barely understand it, much less appreciate it for what it was. Yet she didn’t want it to end.
They stayed like that for nearly eight minutes while she cried, wept, then finally relaxed in his arms. He moved her back and looked at her, she offered him a soft smile and reached for his groin. He used a hand to grab her hoof and place it on his chest. “Love is more important than everything the body offers, so think of love instead of sex, okay?”
She stood there, standing with his left arm as balance and his right holding her hoof to his chest, silence passed and she jerked away as she felt his pulse. The sensation was one she knew too well from cocks about to shower her, but this was different. This felt good in a different way.
She leaned and and placed her ear to his chest. “Love,” she said as she pulled back and reached up. He cautiously let her take his head and she tugged him, pressing his ear to her chest. “Love?”
He pulled back and looked at her. “Sure, love. Sure, uh,” he reached beside him and scratched a wing, “so, Fräulein , how about a bath?”
She grinned. “Good Cock Sleeve get Cum bath?!” she shouted happily, expectantly.
He face clawed with a groan. “Climb on my back and I will take you to the lake,” and within two minutes they were at the lake’s edge. “Water, for washing and playing for you. Go in,” he told her and she complied walking in and stopping after her knees got wet. She shivered and watched as he passed her and took a few strokes, then vanished.
She gasped and hopped twice, with a whine she stood there looking around the surface of the lake. He was gone, she was alone; she was truly worthless and had been discarded and-
“Eeak!” she screamed and fell back nearly completely submerging herself as he burst from the water in front of her with a growl. He laughed as she back pedaled then scrambled to the edge and got out, frowning at him.
“Aw, Fräulein Blue , don’t be that way. It was just a prank, c’mon. I’ve got most of your blubbering tears and snot off me, now you need a wash too. And, maybe this will cool your lust,” he walked to her and extended an arm. She reluctantly put a hoof in his talons and he guided her into the water until she was chest deep.
“That’s good enough. Wash up, okay?” She used her hooves to splash water on herself very inefficiently. He cupped his hands and tossed water at her when she wasn’t looking and laughed as even the little bit he did get on her startled her.
She wiped her cheek from the cold water and leaned down, sucked in water, and squirted at him. He guarded himself with his hands to little effect and laughed as she got him. “I cum on you!” she laughed and used her mouth to scoop more water as he lunged through the water around her and splashed her as he hopped. She spat a stream of water after him that trailed him while he continued to douse her. She laughed loudly and began to hop after him making smaller splashes and getting him wet when he’d let her.
For the moment she was a filly again, playing for fun before her life changed so dramatically. She splashed him, tackled him, laughed as he did the same. Finally he stopped and began walking to the small beach when they were both panting and laughing. “Let’s take a moment to rest.”
She whined. “Sapphire want play more,” she pouted.
He stopped and look back quickly. “Your name is Sapphire?” She gasped and covered her mouth with her hooves shaking her head and brought her wings to hide behind more by instinct than usability as she sank into the water, waiting for him to lash out. He smiled kindly. “That’s a very pretty name, did you know some of the most amazing ponies are named after jewels?”
She didn’t move, staying mostly submerged in the lake water.
“Please, walk out of the lake with me and I shall take you for a fly to dry off, how does that sound?” he offered. Slowly she got up and cautiously followed his path out and eventually climbed on his back. When he took her hooves for safety she relaxed and tightened her legs to him as he took off and returned to the sky.
She squealed happily and her wings opened, moving with his as he took her through some basic maneuvers and then high into the clouds. She prepared for a dive but never imagined that he’d land on a cloud. Her eyes widened as he took a step and unceremoniously flipped her over his body by her forelegs.
She screamed in terror as she bounced onto the cloud and merely sank a hoof deep into it. He chuckled as her scream echoed back to them while she gasped for air, legs to her body as she trembled mightily.
“You’ve never been on a cloud either? Well surprise, Sapphire, welcome to the clouds!” he opened his arms and wings.
She continued to gasp for air as her heart raced in her chest, but she didn’t move to test where she lay. Over the next few minutes while he indulged himself with cloud sculpting their cloud she managed to roll to her belly and watch him, cautiously poking at the cloud herself.
“If you want to join me, you can,” he offered without looking aside to her as he moulded a building of sorts into his poor cityscape.
She stood on shaky legs and bounced, then looked at him and his construct. She scooped some cloud in front of her and began to shape. “Cock!” she chirped and proudly sat beside a pillar of uneven shaped cloud.
“Ja , not bad; but how about something that makes you happy?”
She cocked her head to the side and stared at him. “Master happy cock.”
He waved her over to him. “Scheisse , sit with me and I’ll show you. This is the cloud city named Eisenhand , it’s legendary for its warriors, none like it anywhere in the sky, pegasi included,” he teased her to no effect. “These spires are the defense pillars, no creature can approach without being seen. The city as a whole is only open to certain gryphons and ambassadors, you probably don’t know about any of that though? Did you know Princess Celestia is welcomed openly?”
“Celestia yes , pussy so fucking good,” she happily said.
He rolled his eyes and used a talon tip to cut a part of the cloud free and moulded it into a sphere he moved high over the city. “Du gehst mir tierisch auf den Keks ,” he muttered, “this is the sun,” he pointed from the ball he made to the globe in the sky and back. Taking a talon he cut a piece from the middle and formed it into a trapezoid.
“This is Celestia, a pony like you, only she is the sun,” he said and her eyes widened, “she has nothing to do with sex. Celestia is the sun, understand?”
She used her wing to reach out and touch the cloud sun he’d made, then touched the crude alicorn princess. “Celestia… sun?” she asked. She flinched at his sudden reaction.
“Ja ! Yes! You get it! I knew there was hope for you, there’s hope for us all!” He hugged her and she ‘eeped,’ but not in fear for once. She smiled as he picked her up and dropped her onto the cloud. “Uh, yes, perhaps I can hug more often, I guess, but don’t tell anyone, okay? So, who is the sun?”
She smiled at him. “Celestia, fuck yes that pussy!”
He chuckled. “Fräulein Sapphire, we will work on your speech as well. But first, what say you to a bit of fun?” She rolled her eyes and leaned forward, opening her mouth with an ‘ahh.’ He laughed and reached to her sides and picked her up with a toss. She landed on his back and he leapt from the cloud, taking the dive she’d expected earlier.
She watched as the ground approached beyond his feathered head and his wing muscles moving under her, preparing to do turn, then instead he continued his dive. Nearly fifty feet from the ground he opened his wings and strained as he pulled up into a sharp climb.
He banked around and spiraled to bleed speed and glided into his home, stopping with a scratch as his claws dragged on the floor. She toppled off him and landed on her side rolling once and stopping on her belly laughing loudly. “Again!”
He shook and several feathers loosed from him. He rubbed his right wing and grumbled with a smile. “Ah, it’s been a while since these wings have done that. Glad they held up, aren’t you, Sapphire?”
She was still giggling and moving her own damaged wings, imagining herself flying with him.
“Here, I have paper for you to draw. I have seen you looking at them, but I only have black color,” he placed a sheet of paper on the floor in front of her and the charred piece of this wood beside it. “Draw something happy?”
She scooted forwards on her belly and bit the pencil. She brought it to the paper and he stood beside her as she drew. He watched and smiled as she drew crudely a small pony family, a fluffy house, and a sun in the sky with stars, too. She used her hooves to turn the page over and began to draw just as quickly as before.
His elation fell as she drew a very small pony with a leash facing away from many other ponies behind her, most with erect cocks. She began pressing harder and marking over the ponies behind the small pony until the pencil broke and she scooted back, ears down and with a defeated look in her eyes.
“Nein , I won’t hurt you. It’s only a pencil made from tree bark, I can make more as long as there are trees,” he joked as he grabbed her art. “Etzt weib ich wie der Hase läuft ,” he said looking at both sides and moving swiftly beside her. “These three, happy in the clouds. This is your mother and papa, yes?”
She cautiously lifted her head and looked at where he was pointing.
“And this one, a sister?” She blinked and sniffed the page. “I will guess yes, so then this one,” he turned it over and she leaned back from what she’d drawn. “This is Fräulein Sapphire, ja ? And these are who, behind her?”
She reached a foreleg up and brought her hoof down on the page, taking it from his grip and to the floor. She quickly began to rip the drawing up with her hooves and mouth, stopping when she saw one of her family members. Quickly she turned the pieces over and began to reassemble her family.
Gerald let her have her task, watching over her as she went until she finished with nearly every piece.
“Momma, Poppa, Snowy... Sapphire,” placed a hoof where she should have been in the drawing, “gone. Cock Sleeve,” she sighed and touched her collar with her hoof, “fight for cock, Cock Sleeve. Only food is stallion, drink it all. Don’t bite, be slow, Cum Rag. Good filly, drink up,” she lowered her hoof from her collar and sat tall. “Sapphire gone, family gone. Slave,” she said softly and tapped her hoof on the floor.
He swallowed hard and placed a hand on her back, holding as she flinched away. “Sapphire is safe. Family is safe. I’m not the gryphon I’d have chosen to come across you, but I’ll do my best to see you get home to them. I, uh,” he patted her back and moved around to the bed, reaching under it producing the leash.
She became sullen, lifting her chin.
“So, that’s how this works? I’m only going to put this on to see what happens, do you trust me?”
She didn’t move, just as she was trained. He moved and clipped it to the ring on her collar and the effect was instantaneous. She had become a shell, sitting there, waiting to be told what to do. “A golem, why?” he asked her. “Stand... Sit... Smile... Be sad... Stand on three legs.” He watched as she followed each command as soon as he’d spoken. “Say your name.”
She placed her hoof to the floor and began to list the vile names she’d been given. “Stop, I want you to say, ‘My name is Sapphire.’”
She repeated his phrase, albeit lethargically and quietly. He had her repeat it three times. “Fräulein Sapphire, your name is now and only Sapphire. A pegasus pony mare, do you understand?” She stayed standing, looking at the floor. “I’ll take your leash off now.”
Her chin lifted and he took the leash off. She perked up right away and looked around, humming. She turned her head back and smelled her rear, then looked at him with the most confused look she’d ever given him. He couldn’t help but snicker. “I told you, Sapphire, I will not use your body in such a way. By the by, what is your name?”
She opened her mouth but stayed silent. Thinking of what to say as thoughts jumbled. “Cu-, Sapph-,” she huffed with slight frustration. “Cumfire?”
She staggered back at his boisterous laughter, ears to her head and fear in her eyes at the predator looming over her. Humor or not, his beak and talons were made for killing and she wasn’t ready to die.
“Ah, oh… Oh my, Fräulein Sapphire, that was just the best. It will take time,” he wiped his eyes, “but we will have you with only one name soon. Sit on the bed with me?” he asked and she hesitated before climbing onto it and sitting up. “Perhaps you would like to know about me, I am a gryphon far from home. I am nearly forty years of age and when I was in the military, as all gryphons must do, I was in the field of psychiatry.
“Not a licenced shrink, mind you. I was a secretary, but it’s easy to learn enough to take to your advantage, especially when I chose to leave the hovel of Gryphonia for Equestria. Taking advantage of ponies is too easy and before I was in this land for a year, I was rich and had mares in line to be with me, just to say they had been with a gryphon worth while.
“It wasn’t long before my past caught me though and I was run from every town I came across until I ended up here. A home for the lost and easily manipulated welcomed me, but I had had my fun and ever since, I have just wanted to be alone,” he chuckled when he looked at her. “You’re actually listening? Well, you’re the first good thing to happen to me in many years. A chance at redemption for the things I’ve done that I shall not tell you, but know that I was a secretary on paper, not a saint in life.”
She blinked and stayed sitting as he sat up and reached for her. A smile tugged the corners of her mouth as she expected him to start foreplay but when she felt him touch her collar she yelped and leapt back, hooves covering her collar, shaking her head.
“Fine, I apologize, but someday we will take that off and I will give you the best neck massage you’ve ever had.”
She started to open her mouth, habitually expecting a cock in her throat, but stopped herself when she looked into his eyes. Her mouth closed and she stood, shook, and looked out the portal to the world.
“You may look, but do not cross as you would make a very poor decoration below my doorway. What’s your name?”
“Sap Leeve,” she said without thinking as she stood at the opening and looked out, a mere pony length of stone was between her and the world that she didn’t know. She stood for nearly ten minutes taking in every sight, smell, and sound of nature before she turned back to see him asleep on the bed.
She smiled warmly and sniffed the air in the room to make sure she wasn’t crazy, that he really didn’t have sex with her while she was being a good filly. She cuddled next to him and her eyes widened as he pulled her close into his downy feathers, but before long she was cozy for the first time in months.
She felt safe and hoped it would last with this master. She didn’t know how she was doing it, but she was pleasing him, and if cuddles were the reward she’d keep doing whatever it was. “I Sapphire,” she whispered to herself. “Master, Sapphire wants coc-” she thought for a moment and gulped. “M-master, Sapphire want,” she placed a hoof to her chest and smiled, whispering, “love.”
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?”
Chapter 5
Advancement
“Papa, I’m c-c-old.”
“Awe, my little prinzessin . Come, the fire is warm,” Gerald said opening a wing, inviting the mare to join him beside the small fire. “If I had known in my life that I’d have a real prinzessin living with me, I would have gotten a larger hole in the wall.”
She giggled as she nuzzled under his beak and lay beside him. His wing covered her and she sighed contently. “I’m b-b-better n-now.”
“Ha-hah . Sapphire, you can not fool your Papa when you speak one thing but your body says another,” he looked at her and his elation fell with her expression. “They said that to you, did they not?”
“M-master said if I cried when he would f-, have his way, then why do I get wet on him?”
He rested his beak on her head and sighed. “You haven’t need to worry of them, they are gone and you are lost to them.” He sighed and returned to his resting position and added another small log to the fire. “I certainly hope the smoke doesn’t kill us,” he chuckled watching the fire burn to life again.
“No, fire bad, but Papa will keep safe.”
They snuggled close and she dozed to sleep against his side. Wind whistled quietly and nearly lulled him off as well, but he got up and began unpacking a box the size of Sapphire and with the most grace he could manage he worked his surprise into completion through the night.
“Sapphire? Wake up, I have a surprise for you,” he nudged her and gently shook her until she woke and her hooves slid down her belly. “Nein , wake up and look,” he squeezed her shoulder and she blushed.
“Sorry, Papa. No rubbing just because,” she mumbled and rubbed her eyes as she looked at him. “I was having tingles again, maybe later you can go for fly and leave me on cloud for a while alone?”
“Don’t fret, Sapphire, and nein . Look,” he pointed a talon to the side and her eyes followed. She inhaled deeply and hopped to her hooves smiling. “A pony holiday! Hearth’s Warming is here, and it’s time to be merry.”
She giggled and looked the room over, the tinsel, streamers, a bowl of mini candy canes, and a small bottle of something orange-ish caught her eye. He looked at the bottle and chuckled. “Sapphire, you are certainly old enough to enjoy a sip with an old bird,” he took the bottle and uncorked it with his beak, then took a drink.
“I want some,” she asked and hopped around him as he watched and chuckled.
“Ja, ja, here, take a drink. It will warm you from the inside out,” he grinned as she sat and held it between her hooves and took a big drink. He was ready and caught the bottle when she dropped it to cover her mouth at the start of the coughing fit.
“Uck, ick,” she ran to the cave entrance and spat with loud hacks as she cleared her throat. “Papa, that’s so gross, why would you give me that stuff?” she asked when she returned with a sour face.
“It’s not too bad, do you feel the warmth in you?”
She frowned but nodded. She thought of the warmth of a stallion’s hot cock deep in her throat, pumping faster and releasing hot seed into her belly, but didn’t say anything out loud. It didn’t help the feeling under her tail.
“Then it’s time for food! Let us eat,” he moved to the bed and reached under it, pulling out a box and placed it on the bed. He opened the box and her smile returned at the sight of a single layer cake. “I got this yesterday and hid it in the trees down below. It’s a bit cold, but not quite frozen. First piece is for you on your holiday,” he used a talon to cut an irregular piece and shove it slightly out of the cake for her.
She quickly gobbled the piece and managed to rub her snout in the icing well enough to make her sneeze onto the cake when it tickled her. He grabbed a handful and tossed it into his beak happily swallowing it. Turning quickly he ran to the opening and dove out, leaving a hungry mare alone with a cake and no supervision.
When he returned she’d roughly eaten a third of the cake and had white frosting coating her lavender face, ears, and hooves. She looked at him, chewing a full mouth of cake, when he presented her with a very long box. “A gift for you!”
She gulped and smiled warmly. “Thank, I don’t have gift,” she looked at him in resignation.
“Oh, no problems! You are my present,” he grinned as she extended her forelegs and he placed the box in her grasp. “Wait, before you open it I must do something,” he pointed to her neck and the collar.
She scooted back from his warmth and shivered as the air suddenly got colder, shaking her head. “No, please.”
He moved to her and sat, opening his arms for a hug that she leaned into. “You are shivering in my arms, but how much is due to the cold on this happy night? Hold me and listen to my heart, mein prinzessin , as I free you from the last bit of your old life.”
His arms moved up her body, his talons dragging lightly against her back from hips to neck. She squeaked and buried her face in his feathered chest as a growing passion grew within her. A talon tugged on her collar once, twice, then it was off. Her grip on him tightened and she growled into him, yet when she looked up she saw the eyes she’d come to know, trust, and love.
The rage and fire flickered out from her as the pain and humiliations she’d used as fuel to fight simply weren’t there, and she looked at him for the first time. She saw everything he was and all he’d done so far for her. The time she’d spent flooded through the barriers of her psyche and escaped as a laugh and cry. She returned her face to his feathers and nuzzled deeply until she felt his skin and wept softly.
“Ah, do you feel free now, prinzessin ?”
She sighed and inhaled deeply, taking his scent in and holding it. She exhaled and relaxed to the point he thought she’d fallen asleep, only to look into her hopeful eyes when he moved her back from him.
“Can I open my gift now, Papa?”
He laughed and nodded, returning the gift box to her. She used her teeth to open it and she looked at it awkwardly. “A gift of your feathers?”
He took the box and set it on the floor, then turned her around with a curious grunt her only protest. “Don’t move,” he said as he moved behind her. She sat still and waited as he scuffled around and gasped as he tugged on her wings several times, tying or lashing something to them. Memories of having her wings bound sent a worried chill down her back.
“Okay, look now, my little prinzessin .”
She got up and turned around to him but only saw his bright expectant look. Then the feathers tickled her sides and she giggled, snapping her head to see what’d happened.
She stumbled and began walking in a circle as she looked intently at the feathers he’d fashioned into layered rows. She looked back at him, eyes wide.
“For you, I give wings; to fly,” he gestured to her.
She lunged at him, squeezing him in a hug mumbling her thanks.
“My little prinzessin , care to try them out?” he asked gesturing to the dark night outside. “Ah, perhaps in the morning, if you go out now you may get lost,” he chuckled and she tightened her grip on him as he patted her back. “Now, now. I won’t let you be lost to the night, I understand you don’t like the dark. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Come, let us take them off and lay by the fire.”
She refused to take the modified wings off until she was nearly asleep when she’d cuddled beside him again, holding the heavy leather strap that the feathers were expertly attached to in her forelegs.
“P-papa, I cold.” She felt giddy as he moved beside the fire again and lay, with her under his wing. “Can you read me story?”
He looked at her and her expression was one he’d only heard of. ‘The puppy dog face’ was in full effect. “Ja , but only if you read with me. I have a book I was saving for a special day and this is it,” he moved quickly from the fire to the bed and back. “A story called ‘The Bird is Free,’ just like my prinzessin .”
“Wow, Papa, this is a big book. Can we read it all?”
“Yes, of course,” he told her as he opened the book and showed her the large block lettering at the top and picture of a bird in a cage in a house setting below. “This is Twitter the Bird, he lives in the cage in the house.” He read pointing to each word as he went. “Now, your turn.”
“But reading is difficult.”
“Yes, and I have to teach you still. You are perhaps twenty years of age with no skills for when you join the land you call home. You must read to better yourself and when you have children with one you love, you can teach them as well.”
She blushed and her tail swished, swiping him passively. “Y-you think I can have?”
“Ja , someday. Right now, we read though.”
…
Chapter 6
Fun in the Sun
“Now, fräulein Sapphire, remember to keep your weight on your hind while taking off, we’re at the top so you’ll feel a little fear, but keep your wings out and no matter what know I vil catch you, but I’d prefer not,” he mused, yet it went over her head.
She looked at him anxiously and shifted the wings at her sides, feeling the feathers she was gifted brush against her was unusual but welcome . At his final checks and questions she nodded her readiness, as much as she could, then he leapt from the cliffs edge. She trembled and watched him glide a ways away then stop, turn and wave her over.
She took a hesitant step closer to the edge and looked down at the snow covered forest below, the rocks, and rough dirt at the base almost directly below her. She looked back at him in the air and gulped, her wings tensing while moving closer to her body as she took a trembling step back. “P-papa, you’ll catch me, right?”
He laughed while flapping. “Ja , I will never let you fall. Now, leap into the sky and soar like your kind are meant to do!” She hesitated, but opened her wings and nodded back to him. With a short hop she landed at the very edge of the clifface and scrambled back, her wings curling to her sides as she looked at the ground far below and vertigo set in. She shrieked and clamped her eyes closed. “Fräulein Sapphire, you can do it! I believe in you .”
She stepped back, gulped so loud she thought he could hear her, she remembered snuggling into him at night, the times he’d leave her alone to pleasure herself until she just didn’t need to as often. The times he held her while she cried at memories no creature would want. The times his wing draped over her; when she was cold during the coldest winter months; when the winds got in that the cloth couldn’t keep out. She remembered how he was always there for her.
She opened her eyes and wings, ran the short way to the edge, then leapt, screaming, from the edge. Her forelegs flailed and her hind legs stiffened nearly straight as she floated to him, into his grasp. She inhaled her lungs full of air and buried her face into his fluffy chest and whined. She pulled her head back and looked at him sternly when she felt him restraining laughter.
“Fräulein Sapphire, you have flown ten feet, what of when you fly like,” he flapped his wings hard and she eep’d as he shot into the sky , arced over backwards, and let her go.
She screamed in terror and excitement, she scrambled for purchase in mid aid while flailing her legs and forgetting her wings in her panic. Her wings opened at an instinctual response and she caught an updraft that took her higher with a hard pull to her wing muscles. She could barely think past the panic, but then she leveled and noticed her papa was just above her. “See, I knew you could do it. That move I did, that was a basic combat bewegung , er… action, I think word is.”
“Bewegung means action, got it,” she nodded as she shifted her shoulders and felt herself sway in the air. She noticed a sudden chilling wetness against her back legs and blushed, but took it in stride that she wouldn’t need to pee again for a while. Talking, it seemed, was a nice distraction for her. “Papa, were you a fighter?” she asked bluntly. He didn’t answer quickly enough for her. “Why won’t Papa ever talk about youself?”
“’Your self’, fräulein Sapphire.”
“No, don’t change gegenstand . Answer, please,” she stated as she looked at the shallow snow that made up the land below their home and how it seemed like a blank page that she’d just started coloring.
He angled his wings and tipper her suddenly, startling her as he guided them to the ground where he landed and watched her stumble to a stop, impressing him with not crashing on her first real flight. Nonplussed, she trotted from her landing to him while shaking snow from her body. “Well?”
“Fräulein Sapphire, it’s nein easy to talk of. You should not ask such-”
“I fighted,” she stomped a hoof and looked at him sternly, “I fighted for cock, I hurt others, I telled you. I cried, but I telled you, and it hurted,” she tapped her chest, “but you know, helped me. I wanna know about Papa, help Papa.”
He winced back at her aggressive display and her wings she’d unfurled fully. “Rarely have I seen you upset, fräulein Sapphire, yet... you are right. Icht nein fair to you, so,” he sat and sighed. “Ja , I vas a fighter,” he looked at his talons and his focus seemed to change, “a killer for my kind.”
“Papa, you killed other gryphons?”
“Ja, und others. Pony, hippogryph, minotaur, others you know not of and I certainly hope you never see,” he placed his talons back on the ground, “it was how I came to know Gerund, my mate,” he chuckled a sigh and continued. “We vere in the same kader, er, group, and did many things together.
“We trained, ate, slept, fought, killed… love grew betveen us from the pain we shared. It vas only a mere year, yet I was ready to leave the kader with her, for her, for us” his entire body bristled and his talons dug furrows into the soft snow and earth below. Sapphire stepped back at his display.
“Wh-what happened?”
“They took her from me,” he let a feral lion’s growl escape him, “so that I vould stay. And vhen they did that, I left them worse than they left her, and came here,” he lifted his hands and looked at the clods of dirt he’d pulled up, turned quickly, then threw them one at a time. “To this forest! To this place so far from home !
“Never again to see mein freunde der familie !” He slammed his hands into the ground and slumped over. “Begrabe sie, besuche ihr grab, Gerund! ”
Sapphire hugged his side. “I am here, Papa? I am family and friend, ja ?”
He looked back at the smaller pony beside him and reached down, scooped her into a hug and held her. “Ja, tochter Sapphire. I have you now, all I need to behalten myself.”
She giggled. “Tochter ? Baby girl?” she translated quietly.
He stiffened his grip and realized what he’d said, too late to take it back. “It means daughter, and I’m so happy to have found you.”
“Papa, I’m happy you did, too,” she said, hugging him back. Her face turned aside and enjoying his feathers against her cheek, “I’m proud to be your tochter, and I like not fighting and fuh- er, you knowing, all the time.”
He snickered and his hug softened. “Yet you still do, I hear you at night.”
She sighed and let him go, he released her as well. “It feels good,” she lowered her gaze with slight shame.
He lifted her chin with a dirty talon. “It is nein bad or wrong. There are times even I…” he stopped when he caught her look
She grinned slyly. “I know.”
“What?”
She smiled at his shocked expressed then blushed and looked away. “Long ago, when I arrived you would masturbate and some would be left around your talons or on your sheath.”
His eyes narrowed. “Und? ”
“I’d,” she cleared her throat, “clean you up when you slept- but it was a long time ago! ”
He frowned at her as she cowered back in embarrassment, then he relaxed and rolled his eyes. “Ja, I should have known,” he looked at her, “I vas always clean in certain places before I bathed in the lake, but thought nothing of it.”
“I’m still good at it, I was better last year.”
He lifted a talon to point at her. “You woke me up last month trying to be naughty,but never again, ja ?”
She nodded and stood tall. “You are not upset, Papa?”
“I am,” he said as he turned back to the cliff face and looked up, he began walking forward, “yet I forgive you. You are a better mare now, ja ?”
She galloped to catch up to his side. “Ja , Papa. I only touch me when you’re sleeping or gone because you don’t like it.”
She didn’t see his face when he answered. “I did not say I disliked it,” he opened his wings and took off, leaving her to walk alone for a moment. She looked after him with a smirk then shook her head when she reached a conclusion that she was okay with how things are and how much better they seem to be going.
She opened her wings and leapt, whining and kicking her legs as she flapped into the sky after him. She passed him sitting on a cloud and then turned a large lazy circle back, missing him and the cloud again. After the third pass she finally gave in. “Papa?!” she called out. “How do I stop ?!”
Gerald laughed loudly and clutched his sides while the panicking mare passed him.
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. ”
Chapter 8
Splash
She snorted awake and almost rolled off the cloud, if not for a strong tail across her barrel. She blinked her bleary eyes and swallowed dry air into her parched throat. She felt him move and he looked back at her with a compassionate smile. “She avakes, are you well rested?”
With a small shiver, she nodded. “Thirsty, Papa.”
He let her go and turned to nuzzle her. “Let’s go to the lake and get some food, ja ?”
She nodded slightly and moved to climb onto his back when he stopped her by grabbing her left wing. She grinned and leapt over the cloud’s edge, leaving a shocked gryphon perched on a cloud.
“Sapphire ?!” He dove through the cloud and opened his wings, stopping suddenly when he saw her spiraling in a controlled dive. He fell straight down, just outside her flight path and landed before she did.
“You scared your Papa, schatzi Sapphire, and you know you shouldn't do such.”
“Yeah, but it's fun!”
He felt a small burn of anger at her attitude, then let it go when she passed and plodded into the lake to her knees, lay down, and rolled around.
She drank some turbid water and was crawling deeper when he stepped beside her and cleared his throat in a way she knew preceded him asking something if was uncomfortable with.
“Yes, Papa?”
“I was vondering, schatzi Sapphire… what does it mean, ‘spit roast?’”
A blush crossed her muzzle to her cheeks and she stopped. “Uhm, what do you mean? Oh, means like spit on food, or maybe, uh, like barbecue?”
He shook his head, knowing she was deflecting. “Um den heißen brei herumreden ,” he said flatly.
“I’m not! I’m just… are you sure you want to know? Very well, it is when… um,” she took his teachings into account as she looked up to the gryphon. “It’s when a stallion puts his,” she pointed under his body and he quickly lowered into the water knowing what she was implying, “in my mouth and another puts it under my tail, either hole; or both.”
His beak opened slightly as his mind envisioned being with his lost love and another male she’d liked, then he was pulled back to the moment by Sapphire moving in his vision, standing up and hopping in the water.
“I remember,” she giggled to herself, “I once had three stallions and two mares on me,” she blushed, “it was fun,” she shrugged her wings, both still dripping water, “you should try it someday,” she gave him a sardonic look when his feathers bristled, “not with me, Papa. That’d be weird, you’re like my real Papa and I couldn’t do that with... him,” she trailed off and a snap of his talons distracted her before she entered another fugue state.
“Schatzi Sapphire, pay attention to where you are. You cannot have an episode while flying or you vill crash, and not all crashes can be walked off, ja, ?”
She blinked and nodded. “I understand, but Papa,” she whimpered and he looked down into her puppy dog eyes and couldn’t help but feel the desire to give her practically anything she wanted. “Ja -”
She used her wings to splash him in alternating strokes and laughed as he lunged over her in an attempt to tackle that left him vertical for a split second with his beak in the silt and mud under the water. Sapphire laughed and fell over barely avoiding breathing in water herself when he righted himself and looked at her with a mud covered head.
“That was funny!”
He blinked muddy eyes at her and chuckled. “I love to hear that laugh!” he tackled her into the water and they rolled over and over, her on top just by chance because he allowed it. Out of habit she ground herself against his belly without realizing and he distracted her by using his wings to splash her with water.
She looked down at him, water cascading from her wet mane, down the contours of her face, and from her wings sent the spark of an indecent thought through his mind and he held his breath then plunged his head underwater. He could hear her speaking faintly as a deep mumble, then she was shaking him, then she was tugging at his shoulder feathers.
He lifted his head from the water and saw her pulling him to shore, slowly through the shallow waters. He chose that moment to roar into her face sending her screaming and toppling over herself, scrambling backwards, and hiding in the nearby bushes in as much time as it took him to roll to his paws and the echo to return.
“Schatzi Sapphire? Whatever happened? I thought you were nein scared by Papa,” he tilted his head sideways and watched the bush that trembled slightly. A deep blue foreleg moved out of the bush, followed by a snout, then a pair of eyes that melted Gerald’s heart and made him regret not being her father from birth, showering her with everything anyone would need and more, just to stop the sad face.
He leapt and glided to her, scooped her into a gentle, firm hug, and made a noise akin to a pigeons coo. “Mien schatzi Sapphire, I am so sorry, so very sorry. I did not think you would be so afraid,” he nuzzled her and moved her to an arms length and felt only what a father can feel when a baby is about to cry.
Her bottom lip was out, her eyes were trembling as they darted around his face, her nose was a little runny, then it happened. The moment he didn’t want to experience again; she cried.
This time, however, she punched him in the chest as he pulled her back into a hug. “Don’t do that, Papa. I never was so scared in my life. I couldn’t think either. I forgot everything and left you alone,” she used her forelegs to weakly strike him, “where you might have been something’s dinner or hurt, even.”
She wept quietly and hugged him tightly, nuzzling into him, then backed away. “Papa?”
“Ja, schatzi Sapphire?”
She blinked at him and cocked her head, a smile turned into a toothy grin. “Tag, you’re it!”
“Bah!” he exaggerated a stumbled backwards when her wings opened and flapped at him, sending her flying backwards over the lake where she turned properly and flapped again, taking to the skies, laughing as he chased her in one of her favorite exercise routines, even if she didn’t know that’s what it was. For the moment, everything was right in their lives. A father and daughter, playing and having fun; just as it should be in their world.
Chapter 9
The Town
Gerald groaned quietly, letting a rumbling purr vibrate himself as he slowly awoke. His beak opened widely and let a deceptively quiet yawn squeak out of his mouth. He smacked his tongue inside his beak and blinked his eyes, quickly focusing them at the wall he’d seen so many times. “Schatzi , it is time to wake and begin the day.”
Silence. He sighed, rolled over to the floor, and looked at her bed. “Guten morgen, Schatzi , the day begins, let’s get something to eat in the valley.”
He moved to her side and shook her gently, his body shifting suddenly as he pressed through the blanket. He clamped his talons closed and yanked the blanket back getting a shower of grasses and leaves from a pillow that got caught. He sputtered. “Schatzi ?!” he looked around the room and deftly moved to the cavern entrance and leapt into the open air, and fell.
He panicked, trying to extend his wings against a rope that’d been tied around him. He slipped his thumb talon under the rope against his chest and cut it, his wings opening and catching air just before it was almost too late. He grimaced at the sudden tension across his back.
“Schatzi?! Schatzi?! Vere are you?” he nearly screamed and flew up to cloud level and scanned them to no avail. Not one to rest when he was needed, he began searching for her.
Sapphire glided over the forest of trees, an ache burning under her tail she hadn’t felt for months was back and it was furious in its urging her to have its desires satiated. She’d seen him fly this way dozens of times, each time returning with new foods and scents all about him.
He didn’t know she knew, but she could smell dozens of ponies on him when he came home. Stallions were the weakest to smell, but when she did she would hold the memory of that faint scent and imagine that stallion mounting her while she’d masturbate.
Never enough, never the same; a hoof or improvised cock wasn’t a decent substitute for the real thing, she could almost feel the aftercare of a loving master already as she crested a hill of dense trees. Her wings flared and she turned into a hover as she looked at the town ahead.
A small town by any standards, but a waking town of ponies regardless, surrounded by a sturdy wall. She could see ponies walking happily down a street and turning, leaving her sight as others left buildings with saddlebags unevenly packed. She leaned forward and resumed her velocity as she made her way to town.
She landed on a side street inside the wall and was quickly flanked by three pegasi guards in steel barding with metal tipped staves at their sides. “Halt, who are you and why did you not enter from the gates?”
She licked her lips and leered at them, her tail swished as she walked to the first one that landed. A quiet purr got all their attention. Her voice took a seductively sweet tone. “I need a good fuck, can you give it to me?” she asked and batted her eyes at him.
“Back away,” the mare she’d just flirted with glared at her gave her a shove. “She’s in estrus, probably a traveler that didn’t know.”
“Hrmmm,” Sapphire moved to the next and ducked her head to check, “yes, you’ll do just fine,” she giggled and winked at him as he turned into line with her. “Maybe all of you would like a turn?” They looked between each other uneasily. “Oh, all at once?!” she reared and clapped her forehooves.
“Sheesh, she’s got it bad,” one of the guards said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, maybe-”
A clunk of wood on metal stopped the stallion from speaking. “We are not only on duty , stallions, but mating with an unknown mare is too risky. Remember Key Shield, what happened with him?”
The stallions took a step back from Sapphire and groaned.
“Yeah, that’s right. He was crawling with parasites for days,” the mare narrowed her eyes at them. “Magic resistant ones, colts. So keep that in mind before you mount anypony that offers, or you’ll be washing those for days and no days off duty,” she returned her attention to Sapphire who was flagging her tail, but watching curiously.
“And you, mare, I’ll take you to the doctors to get checked. If you leave, you get checked if you come back,” she moved beside and slightly behind Sapphire and gave her a light shove. “Follow me and keep your tail down.”
“But, I wanna play doctor with you and my coltfriends. I’ll be the filly and you can check my temperature with your long hot meat thermometers,” she whined as she was guided away from the stallions that were actively trying to not listen. “I’ll take them in my mouth and under my tail, please doctor, take my temperature, Slave is so hot and bothered, she needs her medicine!”
Both stallions blushed bright red and with wide eyes they looked at each other, then to the mare being led away around the corner. “After our shift, wanna find her?”
They nodded to each other. “Please, in Celestia’s name, let her be clean and still in the mood when we get done.”
“Don’t think about it, let’s just get back onto our route… after a fly through the clouds.”
They both took to the air quickly, flying away from the town at an angle so their unsheathed cocks weren’t too visible as they flew to the cold clouds above.
…
“Doc, got a heater for ya.”
“Already? Couple weeks early, I’ll be right there,” a stallion’s voice said from a room in the back of the house they’d entered. Sapphire’s tail flagged immediately and she felt the urge grow almost painful when the scent of stallion enveloped her. It was a place a stallion lived, a place he slept, a place he released his pent up frustrations, a place he mated on occasion; she could smell it like it was a warm blanket being wrapped around her and she started to let the fog overtake her entire being.
“Hurry up, Doc! She’s about ready to flip a stool over and ride it!”
“Horseapples, I’m coming!”
“Yes! Come on me, please! Slave needs a cum bath, Master. Cool Slave with your milk, fill -mpghph mhgu-”
The doctor turned the corner and her knees went weak at the hunk of stallion running to her. She turned and relaxed, flicking her tail up and aside, ready for him to fill her with his cock as she fought the pony holding her facing him and the hoof in her mouth to stop her lustful commentary.
“Ouch!” the guard shouted when her fetlock was stepped on, releasing the mare for a split second.
Sapphire let out a giggle. “Hrmm, yeah, I’m helpless prey for the predator! Help,” she said dramatically, swooning so her sex was fully exposed to the stallion. She let her forelegs relax her down to the floor with her rump held high, “I’m going to be gobbled by a ferocious beast,” she giggled and her hind legs gave out, she tipped over to her side, and giggled again. “Oh no~. No no, yo yo, la la, pwoomph-a, la,la, la-bwah!”
She giggled as the doctor lifted her in his magic and thanked the guard, asking her to stay as a witness while he checked her over.
“What’d you give her, doc?”
“Something to take the edge off. She’s got the urge bad, but thankfully she hasn’t peed yet, that smell won’t get out of the place until next month and I’ll have jealous mares and horny colts sculking around my office and home looking for… ahem, I apologize.”
“Totally understand, Doc. I’ve, been there and done that. That’s why I’ve got three foals.”
“Foal, in a bowl, with a spoon, at noon, in a clo~ud,” Sapphire mumbled in a song, “cuddling with papa, he’s so warm and cozy. I love him so much,” Sapphire whined, “I wanna fuck him, but it’s not okay, he’s my Papa and,” she whimpered, then giggled. “Hard cock in my mouth, in my ass, I’ll let them pass!”
The two others in the room chuckled at her ramblings as he scanned her from snout to tail. His brows furrowed as he felt her with his magic, when he was done he looked at the guard. “Sergeant, would you mind getting a notepad and taking notes for me until my nurse returns from her break?”
“Yeah, sure, is everything okay?”
He looked at her telling her ‘no’. “Miss, what’s your name?”
“Cockslut!” She burst into laughter. The doctor called over a strap and held her wings down to her body.
“What is your name, Miss.”
“Cum Dumpster, Master, feed me,” she opened her mouth and said ‘ahhh.’ “Cum in my tummy, Master. Slave thirsty for milky, good filly’s get cockies and milkies,” she snickered and drooled slightly as her mind swam.
“This isn’t working, Doc.”
He ignored her. “Miss, is that what Papa calls you?”
Sapphire stilled and relaxed. “No, Papa calls me schatzi Sapphire. He talks funny, like a bunny, when it’s sunny! And, but he’s really nice and teaches me stuff. He teached me to fly in the sky in a pie chickie cha-chai... with my wingie thingies! I got my wings from his feathers and I love’m... and I snug’m will’m spill’m…” she giggled and waved her forelegs.
“She’s totally pissed,” the guard snorted at the Doctor’s expression. “What, she is!”
“Yeah, shmee pitz… Mashter,” she mumbled, “no piss, eucky, taste icky,” she motioned her forelegs around like she was covering her mouth.
“Ugh, fine, she’s just a mare in estrus that’s been through a rough life. It’s not unheard of,” the doctor sighed and rubbed his temple. “Stop taking notes, I’ll just dictate them to my nurse.”
She placed the blank paper on the nearby table under the doctors scrutinizing gaze. “I don’t take notes very well,” she shrugged her wings.
“Du bist das gelbe vom ei ,” Sapphire sang drunkenly, “du bist das gelbe vom ei. Du bist Das gelbe vom ei, Ich glaub mein schwein pfeift. ”
The doctor looked at Sapphire and furrowed his brows. “Well, she speaks gryphon, so that may explain some of her traumas. Sergeant-”
“Mellow Flight, sir.”
“Mellow, would you mind watching over her while she’s here?”
“I have my own duties to the city.”
He sighed quietly, his voice lost in the mumbled singing of the blue pegasus. “Must I condescend, or can you just do it?”
“You needn’t be a donkey about it.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. If she seems to have any problems, come get me. I’ll be in the next room over doing paperwork.”
“Then why can’t you do your paperwork in here, or just listen for her?”
“Vas ist passiert, frauline? ”
“What’s she even saying?”
“Something about someone-”
“Ich werde sie töten, weil du dich gefoltert hast ...”
The doctor’s eye widened and he called over the paper, scratching down what she’d said.
“What’d she say? What’s the big deal? Do I need reinforcements? Is there an attack coming?!”
“Mellow, please calm down!”
A snort. “They call you Mellow Yellow,” Sapphire hummed a chuckle.
“I’m not yellow, I’m canary!” Mellow shouted in knee jerk reaction to the drugged mare.
“Canary… yellow mellow jello,” she drifted into a mumble, “hello~.”
“I’ll be back soon, just wait and entertain her,” the doctor left the room quickly and the mares alone.
“So, you’re Sapphire, I take it? Still sloshed, eh?” Sapphire mumbled in response. “Well, I’m Mellow, a sergeant of the local guard. We don’t have royal guards here, and with ponies like me we don’t need ‘em. Where ya from? Huh, never heard of it, must be from the south.
“What’s the deal with your wings? I see you’ve got straps on them with gryphon feathers.”
Sapphire giggled and mumbled, “Strap it on her, mount me, bitch. No, in my ponut…” a yawn, “yeah, right there, mmm. Yeah.”
“Well, that’s a disturbing visual. Were you wearing it?” She looked over to see Sapphire asleep, snoozing lightly. Her ears twitched at Mellow’s voice still. “And she’s out. Great,” she sat down, “at least I get a break, I guess.”
Chapter 10
In Heat, Positions
Sapphire whimpered when her legs reached, grabbing empty air as she woke up with a start. “Papa?! Where am I?” She scrambled and fell from the bed to the floor before Mellow could get her.
“Woah, it's okay, Sapphire; you're safe. You're at the doctor's.”
“Doctor? I want Papa,” she pouted and gave puppy eyes.
“Nice try, filly; you're here til doc says you can go. Whereabouts you from, mate?”
“Mate… you’re not my mate, yet.”
The doctor entered the room and Sapphire took his form in. Average height, strong build for a unicorn, looked like the real deal. “Hello, how’s our patient feeling?”
“I’m ‘kay,” her tail swished and wafted her scent through the room getting an obvious reaction from the doctor by his perked ears and subtle twinges while he stood still. Mellow frowned, sensing a challenge forming between another mare and a male for a few seconds before the doctor broke her out of her instinctive reaction.
“Where are you from, Miss Sapphire?”
“Uhm, I’m no Mistress, slave has been good. Master has been gone for a very long time. I live with Papa and he's really nice, helps me be a pony… so, can I just go home?”
“Master?” The doctor asked. “Are you in a herd, or is there anything you feel the need to talk about? We have a very skilled priestess in town, she’ll hear your sins if you feel. Can you tell me about what happened?”
Sapphire lowered head. “Please don't take me back to Master, I just came here for sex,” she tapped the side of her jaw with her forehoof, “it was really bad last night and it wouldn’t go away, so I went to sleep and woke up earlier than Papa, I put on my wings all by meself and left because Papa’d just stop me and won’t make the achey itch go away.
“I… don’t have crazy need right now,” Sapphire looked from the mare to the stallion, then tapped her jaw again, faster as she spoke. “Then, I was here and the scent of stallions, then the ache was almost going to make me explode and I almost rubbed one out when flying,” she looked between them again and noticed Mellow looking somber while the doctor simply watched her.
Sapphire’s tapping became a steady pressure against her jaw that trailed along her mandible and slowly down her neck. “When I got to town, so many stallions,” she sniffed the air and looked at him suddenly, licking her top lip, “and now all I smell is you… but it’s not so bad now,” she set her forehooves on the floor and looked pleadingly at the doctor.
“Papa has not hurt me at all and,” her eyes widened when she looked at the doctor, Mellow followed Sapphires look but didn’t see anything change that caused the sudden reaction.
Sapphire touched her neck before scooting away from him. “No, I don't want a collar. Please… just let me go home and I won’t tell, honest! I won’t tell anyone you let me go, I sorry I escaped, please, no punish for not being good slave for new Master. No, Slave can’t be punished again, not like before, can’t be… won’t be the same, I promise, Slave will be a good and won’t cry or beg… I’ll be a good filly, let me go home to Papa, please. I’ll be a good filly, I’ll be a good filly, I’ll be a good filly-”
“Miss Sapphire, you're hyperventilating,” he waved Mellow over, “so I need you to breathe. No pony is putting anything on you that you don't want. You're safe here, safe from the bad gryphons that hurt you.”
She glared at him through heavy panting while rocking back and forth on all her hooves. “Ponies, Master, are… bad, gryphon, Papa is good.”
“Sweet Celestia, is she still pissed, doc, or did she just say ponies are bad?”
“Sapphire, breathe with me. In… out… in… out… in… … out. There you go, think of sunrise and sunset. Think of being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold day. See, a smile is nice on you,” he took a step back.
“Sergeant Mellow, would you step outside with me, just for a second.”
After some encouraging, Mellow left Sapphire on the floor, sitting like a sad looking canine. He led her outside the room but still in line of sight of the patient as they conversed in hushed whispers.
Sapphire glanced around the room as she climbed back onto the bed and curled up cozy, holding her tail between her legs, petting the frilly ends.
“Miss Sapphire, Miss Mellow has agreed to show you the town while I contact a couple ponies for advice, are you alright being with her?”
Sapphire smiled weakly and nodded at Mellow’s own weak smile. “Well, let me show you what Dream Valley is like.”
…
“That over there is the book store, do you read much?” Sapphire shook her head. “Do you know how?” A shrug. “Do you draw?” Perked ears and a brief smile. “What's your favorite color?”
“Daytime, it's prettiest.”
“Hmm, I can't argue that, just don't let Princess Luna hear you say that,” Mellow grinned to a neutral faced mare. “Luna, the alicorn that-”
“I know who Luna is, I just don't care about the nights,” Sapphire’s voice changed slightly, “I spent enough time in the dark.”
“Then you met Papa?”
A bright grin was the first response, along with a nod. “He's a gryphon and he found me and saved me from Master. I love Papa, he helped me fly again and teached me that I’m a...” she stopped and shook her head, stopping to strike her temple hard enough for Mellow to intervene. “I’m a good mare.”
Mellow stopped with Sapphire, letting ponies, gryphons, and other creatures pass them. She looked at Sapphire’s head and didn’t see any notable wound. “So what gryphons were your... master with?”
Sapphire almost spat. “Master is many ponies,” she offered the memory a sneer. “Many bad ponies and dogs and gryphons that hurt my heart, and body, and mind,” she tapped the side of her head. “Papa made me better, a pony again. Let me free from chain and collar,” she tapped her neck and pulled at the fur showing a small mark evenly spaced that could have been from a collar. “Then I came here,” she looked around at the multitude of creatures, her tail lowering more.
“I came here because the ache was so bad I couldn't rub them away, Papa brought me a helper thing that was like a cock, but was kinda chilly inside-”
Mellow looked around and gave the blue mare a look she knew too well, even across species that made her lower her ears. “Language. So, he got you a cooler? About ye-ah long and cold when it's inside, but warm otherwise?” She measured about the length of her forearm between her hooves and got a nod in reply.
“Yeah, but it's not the same. I woke up and it was so bad I fir the whole thing in and rubbed and twisted it, I pounded my plot on the floor so much I hurt my tail, then I rubbed again and rubbed, but-”
“Yeah, I know what those are like,” Mellow joked while blushing and using the front of her hoof to close Sapphire’s mouth, giving another ‘stop talking’ looks. “Those are the heats that'll give you foals if you're not careful.”
“Am I with foal now?” Sapphire looked at her side. “After the doctor helped it go away, I don't think he'd want to waste a drop.”
Mellow bellowed a laugh and started them moving again. “That stallion is a doctor, mare. He's got a herd of three already, did his alpha mare talk to you in your sleep?”
“No, but-”
“Then there’s even less chance,” Mellow winked, “besides, you don’t smell him on you, do you?”
Sapphire stopped and walked in a circle sniffing after her tail while Mellow watched. “No, I’m okay then. I was told when I was with a Master that a doctor would make sure I am with foal when it was time, so I just thought,” she trailed off and Mellow rolled her eyes.
“This guy you’re talking about sounds like a jerk,” Sapphire gasped and covered her mouth with her forehoof, ”and let him hear me say it to his face, I’ll make sure to add a bronze horseshoe to his forehead,” Mellow reared and struck out with a foreleg.
Finally Sapphire smiled. “You’re brave, if I did that, then Master would punish me, very badly. Oh, what’s that? It smells yummy,” she trotted ahead of Mellow to a bakery leaving the uncomfortable statement hanging.
“That’s a bakery, haven’t you seen one before?” Mellow asked. Sapphire shook her head and almost touched her nose to the window display. “Yeah, all kinds of goodies. Bread, cakes, muffins, cupcakes, pies, cream pies,” she noticed Sapphire’s tail flag when she said that, “donuts. You’re in need of a treat, this’ the place.” Mellow shook her head and reminded herself to think before she spoke around a mare in heat, especially one that was as troubled as this one seemed to be.
“How many tallies to get in? Do I have to wear a leash? I can wait here if you want, but it smells really good and I’d like something, Mistress. I have been a good filly for you,” she rambled and looked back at Mellow’s curious expression. “Mistress, may this one have a treat?”
“My name is Mellow Flight, and I’m your friend, okay?” she moved closer and draped a wing over the blue mare. “Just a friend, here to help you. Okay?”
“Can you help me cum?”
Mellow snorted that led into a laughing fit until she realized it was a serious question, then cleared her throat and motioned to the door. “How about we not talk about sex for a little while and I get you a muffin.”
“Okay, but you didn’t answer me about my cum.”
Mellow frowned as they entered. “No, I won’t. And, don’t ask anypony else. I’ll tell you the process later, okay? Right now, you’ve got a medicine in you that’ll take the edge off, and nothing helps mating urges like chocolates.”
Sapphire blinked at the scene of a dozen ponies wearing nothing at all, just going about their lives and eating meals and treats freely. A look down under the tables and she saw no ponies waiting for scraps, no sounds of sex, no sounds of anything that she believed should have been there.
“Mellow, what’s wrong with these ponies? Where are the masks and collars, who’s in charge? Where do slaves sit if not under the tables?”
“Saph, you’re gonna have to stop talking now,” Mellow said in a growling whisper as she took a spot in line.
“But, look at them. They’re just eating food, where are the spurs and giggles or cries?” A couple heads turned to look at her. “And no pony has marks, how do you pay without tallies or-”
Mellow squeezed her tightly with her wing against her body and spoke in a more commanding whisper. “We have currency called bits, please stop talking, now .”
Sapphire snorted in frustration. “Fine, but will you tell me later? I don’t understand any of this.”
“Fine, fine, when we get back to the doctor’s. Until then, please don’t ask any more questions like those in public.”
“Is there a safe room we can talk in?”
Mellow released Sapphire from her wing and folded both by her side with a groan. “We’re taking this to go, I can’t talk with you like this in public.”
Sapphire cocked her head aside. “Why? Everypony has sex, right?”
The innocence in how she asked got a few chuckled and Mellow to blush just a smidge.
“Next… Ah, Sergeant Mellow, banana muffins?”
Thankful for the distraction, Mellow nodded. “Hey Cup. I’ll take two donuts, a blueberry and raspberry muffin, and special juice of the day. Uh, two of them to go.”
Sapphire’s ears perked. “And my clit licked!” There was barely a heartbeat before laughter started from colts scattered around the dining room until it spread to even the most prude looking mare with a blushing chuckle.
Mellow pulled Sapphire closer to the counter and spoke with a strained voice. “It’s chocolate, ‘chock-lit’.”
Sapphire looked innocently at Mellow. “Can I have that after I get my clit licked, or during?”
A unicorn came from around the back entrance at the ruckus, looked around the room, then replaced the mare at the counter. He took Mellow’s order, they exchanged bits, and Mellow rushed her charge out of the small restaurant she’d have trouble walking into for the rest of her life and into the much quieter town.
“What’re those gold things you gave her? Are those bits? How many tallies are they worth? I’m kinda thirsty, is the cum fresh or from storage? Am I gonna hafta be milked to replace what I drink, because I haven’t been hooked up for a while.”
“What the buck was that?! I asked you, then told you to be quiet. What the tartarus are you even talking like that for? Do you know how embarrassed I am right now? I live in this town, for Luna’s sake!?”
Sapphire shrugged. “I was just curious, getting my clit licked is good, but getting something to nibble on is good, too..”
Mellow gawked at her, completely dumbfounded for a moment until she felt something bump her armor. “I’m sorry, Miss Guard. I was told to give you these,” a teenage colt stammered, extending a bag on his foreleg full of treats.
“Oh, yeah, thanks,” she nodded and took the bag in her wing and held it close to her body. The colt’s eyes met Sapphires, and with a seductive wink she sent him stumbling and bumbling back, hurriedly back into the restaurant.
“What’s with colts here? Nopony’s tried to mount me since I got here, am I not attractive? Is this a pet town, because I don’t like being a pet unless Master holds back my meals for being naughty?”
“A pet… no, I need you to come with me and don’t ask anything, alright?”
Sapphire followed Mellow through town to a small park where foals played and nature simply existed to be there with no ulterior designs.
“This is central park, or park two. What do you see?”
Sapphire walked through the soft grass that hadn’t been overly walked on or maintained and sat beside a tree. Inhaling and humming she looked around. “I remember doing that when I was a filly,” she looked pointedly at the playground. “Before all this,” she reached for the nonexistent collar around her neck. “I was a good filly with a mommy, daddy, and sisters.”
“Where are they now, Saph?”
“Why do you call me that? It’s not right, my name.”
“Do you want me to call you by your full name?”
A few seconds passed. “No, I think Saph is kinda okay. But, why are they allowed to play, are they free, or future stock?”
Mellow sat beside Sapphire and offered a muffin. “Eat, it’s good for you.”
“Okay,” she took a bite and hummed as the taste danced around her palate, then she gobbled the rest, licking her hooves when she was done. “That was amazing! It was like an orgasm, but with my mouth. That almost never happens,” she licked her hoof again. “More?”
“Well, the raspberry was good, so you’ll love the blueberry. Just try to save me a- nevermind. Was it as good?”
“It wasn’t as good, but it was still good. Did you get anything else?”
“First, I need you to answer a question, or two thousand.”
“Okay, while I essen ?”
“As long as that isn’t sexual, then yeah.”
Sapphire snickered. “It means eat, but I sometimes speak like Papa.”
While her partner took a bite of a donut experimentally, Mellow thought of a place to start. “So, Saph, where are you, uhm, I mean, do you remember your parents?”
“A little bits, they were nice and smiled a lot at me and my sisters. I kinda remember nursing from my mother and chasing my sister,” she squinted her eyes in memory, “but not much else.”
“So, you remember nursing?”
“I’ve had to drink a lot of milk,” Sapphire responded nonplussed, “and not all of it is as good as others, but I still remember mother’s as best so I can be a good filly for Master or Mistress.”
Mellow grimaced while Sapphire watched the foals play with a faint smile. “So, how can I meet Master or Mistress, do they have a name or address?” Sapphire returned the question with a sardonic expression. Mellow could only laugh. “Alright, it was worth a try. Look, the people here in town, and most towns, don’t really have the same perception of sex as you do.”
It was Sapphire’s turn to laugh. “Yeah, right. I’ve never met a pony that didn’t care only about sex in some way. I mean, what about you? Don’t you want to have sex with me, or that stallion, or those mares?” she pointed around.
“Not really, no. And don’t ask them, but they’ll say the same. Our days and lives are full enough, without having to have sex to pass the time. Well, there are storm days and estrus seasons, date nights, stress nights, post fight make ups, but even then…”
Sapphire swallowed the last of the donut and licked her lips, then wiped a foreleg across her mouth. “Mellow, this is really weird and scary for me.”
A second passed before there was a reply. “Yeah, I understand that. Let’s go back to the doctor’s, I’m certain he’ll have some good news for you. And don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe from anypony trying to hurt you. You have any questions; you can ask me anytime, and you owe me a bit for this session.”
They shared a friendly giggle and reached into the bag, grabbing the last donut at the same time. They stared at each other challengingly before Sapphire removed her hoof. “You can have it, I don’t want to eat all the food.”
“Thanks,” Mellow broke it in half and passed it over, “and I can’t deny a mare in your condition to go without chocolate in her system.”
Chapter 11
In Heat, Passed Around
They stood in the grass as a breeze rustled the trees and loosened several leaves that Sapphire hopped after and munched on with giggles and a song. “I like crunchy leaves, sweet leaves, green leaves, and brown. I would eat them all over town.”
Mellow chuckled throatily and caught one in her lips then used her tongue to slip it in. “Meh, it’s okay. At least it’s locally grown and not imported,” she winked at Sapphire who winked back, seductively. “None of that, let me tell you how mating works in civilization.”
…
“So, only before bed or when in private, with a herd, or invited guests? Bondage is optional, and safewords aren’t needed because it’s always vanilla?”
Mellow smirked with a nod. “I haven’t really heard it called vanilla style, but I guess. It can get to be a bit more, but it’s always discussed and agreed upon. Limits are in place and safe words aren’t usually needed, but couldn’t hurt with something new.”
“Yeah, that’s when I have sex with cuddling and kissing, it’s nice like that, but it doesn’t happen much. Maybe,” she paused speaking but kept pace with Mellow, “eight times.”
“Wow, eight times in how many years?”
“I dunno, maybe eighteen, twenty, but it was hard to keep track because every birthday was a day of nonstop sex.”
“Sheesh, how do you have an education? You can count, read, write…”
“Papa teached me to read and write a little, and I learned to count orgasms, pebbles on the floor, links in the chain with Master; because sometimes it was only thing that helped me some days.”
Mellow looked at her. “I’m sorry to hear that. I never thought sex could be so rough. It’s barbaric what’s happened to you, and I hope your life only gets better from here.”
“It’s okay, I never knew ponies were so… sexually weak. I mean, you have okay sex, but only a few times a week, maybe?” Sapphire snickered, “I rub it every day, at least once. It’s better now because Papa’s helped me to do it less because I couldn’t stop when Papa first saved me, but I still-”
“We’re almost there, the doctor’s. Are you ready to go back in?”
Sapphire nodded and hopped into a prance. “Yeah, maybe I’ll be okay to leave and see Papa again before nachtzeit .”
Mellow didn’t answer as she led her up the stairs and into the multipurpose house. “Doc, we’re back.”
“Ah, we’ll be right out.”
“I’ll be here for you, Saph.” The doctor entered the hallway and made his way to them, followed by two large stallions. The same ones from earlier in the morning. “What’re you two doing here? Aren’t you on duty?”
“No, sergeant, we’re off and here on-call. The doc called us in to help with the patient.”
Mellow looked between the two and narrowed her eyes. “I’ve got her under wing, so you’re dismissed.”
A hoof rose, placatingly. “I apologize, but she’s in need of psychiatric help. I’ve called these two in to help restrain her as needed until a professional from Las Pegasus arrives.”
Mellow snorted. “That’s a six day trek by land, are you trying to hurt the poor mare?”
“No, however I do have the backing of the medical board behind me that says you have to do as I say. This is a civilian matter, so it falls under my jurisdiction, please step aside and let us help her.”
Mellow grunted in defiance but yielded, moving back as the two guards sided Sapphire. “I’ll see you later, Mellow,” Sapphire said happily as she was guided back into her previous room.
“Thank you for your assistance, sergeant. I’ll see to it that it’s recorded in your file, you may leave now.”
“What about your nurse? Isn’t she supposed to be back?”
“She was sent home early as I’m doing house calls for the rest of the day. Would you mind closing the door behind you, I have paperwork to do relating to this,” he sighed and lowered his head. “It’s never easy, doing this, but it has to be done.”
“Yeah, right. I’ll be back in a couple hours to check on her, regardless of jurisdiction.”
“You do that, enjoy your day,” he grinned a smile at her as she left.
…
Sapphire grunted when she was shoved aside toward the bed. “Ouch.”
She heard a door close and looked behind her as the doctor entered, lifting a small black box in his magic. “I have a gift for you, one that you should have gotten a while ago.”
“Oh? What is it? Is it pretty?”
“Not as pretty as you,” he said opening the box and quickly sending a black collar around her neck, locking it with a lock bearing his cutie mark.
She attempted a scream, panic and fear clutching at her very being; silenced to the recesses of her mind as the leash snapped onto her new collar.
“Damn it, mare. You’re almost a year late, do you have any idea how much tension I’ve had building up? I can’t afford to buy two of you, and no refunds cost me dearly,” he grumbled as he tugged her closer, “thankfully, that won’t be a problem anymore, will it?”
A stream of tears left her eye and made their way down her face, a single one dropping to the ground as he moved behind her.
“Thank Celestia you’re here, and in estrus,” the stallions chuckled, “you won’t be with foal, but you’re going to feel some pressure inside when we’re done.”
He mounted her from behind and with a couple motions found his target, thrusting himself inside of her as she winced.
“Give her the meds, gentlecolts.”
One used his wings to grab a bottle from a counter and opened it, pouring three pills into his hoof that he thrust into her mouth. “Swallow them, then I’ll give you something else to swallow.”
She complied as the ache she’d had for months was finally changed into a warm rush of tingles that she couldn’t help but shiver at. Her head was lowered and with two pats her mouth dropped open, the familiar giddy feeling tickled in her chest as she tasted cock for the first time in longer than she could remember going without it.
She felt a pinch at her teats and succumbed to the sensation of being the object of sexual desire, her mouth and pussy full, salty cock and medial rings popping in and out of her body while a stallion nursed on her empty breasts. Time seemed to lose meaning for her as her body was used, parts of her revelled at the familiar feeling while most of her conscious mind replayed the events over the previous winter and fall seasons between moments that needed her attention.
… A warm sunrise looking out of the cavern in Papa’s arms, held tight to keep her safe ...
She came the first time, a muffled scream around the object in her mouth as the feeling she’d sought for so long coursed through her body, followed by the faint tingle in the depths of her vagina as she was blessed with fresh warm stallion cum, the cause of her climax. She was empty for only a few seconds before she was mounted again, this time more roughly around the hips, by a smaller cock that slid into her.
… Snuggling under Papa’s wing ...
She swallowed cum as it ran down her throat while the stallion that was face fucking her pulled out and sprayed her head and mane with his jizz, all she could do was whine at the sensations she’d been missing more than she knew, more then she realized she had desired them.
… Drawing a picture and being praised ...
Her leash was taken off and she quickly went to cleaning the hard cock in her face as she rocked back and forth with each mighty thrust from behind until, all too quickly, he pressed as deeply as he could and released his seed into her body, slipping out and stumbling back.
“Damnit, she’s too good. I haven’t finished that fast since I was much younger.”
“Forget that, look at how good she’s cleaning me.”
“That’s because I paid top dollar for this one. She’ll do whatever we say for longer than we can handle. Have fun, boys, I’ve got some paperwork to do, leave any marks and I’ll be very upset,” the doctor said wistfully as he left the room and closed it behind him.
Sapphire whimpered as she was pushed to the floor and rolled over, her hind legs forced to her body, exposing her to both stallions. “You first, you’re higher ranking.”
“Damn right.”
… Singing happy songs ...
She bit her lip and mewled as a tongue lapped inside her and a soft hoof pressed against and just inside her asshole. She watched as another stallion walked around her and her eyes followed his bouncing cock as it moved under him, finally it loomed over her face. A surge of desire exploded inside her every nerve and she lost herself to lust and a life of training.
“Sweet dreams, Sapphire.”
...
Sapphire woke slowly, her clit tingling like it hadn’t in months, no matter how hard she’d tried herself the real thing was always better than some object. Her eyes were hard to open from all the cum on her head, but it didn’t matter because she was in a dark room. It was cold, damp, and smelled of mildew. She swallowed the flavor of creamy salt and the scent of stallion then rolled to her belly, the silver metal under the soft pink fuzzy hoofcuffs glinted in the faint light she had and she looked around at her new home.
She nickered as a wonderful tingle ran its way down her spine, however she couldn’t stand with the weighted chain holding her neck down with its weight. It rattled her bones with each movement she made, she couldn’t fight against it being what it was, so she resigned herself as she had for so many years before.
With nothing else to do, she lay and sighed a content sigh as her tail swished the scent of sex around her and her mind drifted.
Previous masters and mistresses, positions, the happiness of bringing so many such good feelings.
The shouting, the crying, the beatings, the pain… the loss.
She remembered Papa, holding her gently and singing to her in both their languages, and finally she sobbed. Her mother a faint blur she’d never recognize, but the memory of love was there, just as it was for the gryphon she’d been adopted by.
“This, isn’t me. This isn’t me. This isn’t me. This, is not, Sapphire,” she growled and clenched every muscle she could as she forced herself to lift her front up.
She reached a trembling forehoof to the collar and felt it, shaking heavily when she did. “This is not Sapphire,” she said resolutely as she pressed the front of the lock firmly. It released with a click and the sound of chains falling into a pile filled the room when she stumbled back over her tail with an eep and looked around the room in more detail.
A basement. Underground. Dark but not blackout, cold, wet. She didn’t even have bedding yet, she’d have to work for it. She panted and looked into the darkness at her collar, she had to put it back on, she had to or… what? What would happen if she didn’t, just this once?
She rolled to her hooves and flexed her natural wings, sneering at the chain that wouldn’t hold her down anymore. She moved to it and kicked it with her forehoof hard and staggered back as it clattered against the floor and wall, yet... it didn’t. She hesitantly moved closer to it and glared death, challenging it, but it didn’t move. Didn’t attack her, bind her, break her very soul. It changed in that moment before her eyes.
She felt confusion, fear, anxiety, happiness in the pit of her stomach all at once when she reached and brushed her nose against the simple string that had been the heaviest of chains. A snort of hot, humid air from her snout sent it fumbling away, and she hiccupped. She grinned and hiccupped again.
Her eyes watered, she hiccupped.
She looked at the collar, so detailed and intricately made, through blurry vision. She smiled and touched her bare neck as tears, her own tears, fell from her face.
Not pained, sad, or happy tears. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly as hope washed parts of her past away. In several seconds she realized she wasn’t afraid of the leash anymore. It was a thin string, barely strong enough to hold against a child’s playful tug, something she was told was an unbreakable chain, attached to her very life. A lie.
The collar was what kept her safe and alive from what happened to her, another lie. She’d lived more with Papa then she had her entire life, for what her life mattered.
Her gaze hardened. “I matter to Papa. I matter to me,” she looked down and stomped the collar under her hoof. “I matter,” she said one final time, “and I want to go home to Papa.”
With a narrow set of eyes taking in the unsorted mess of boxed personal items, she flared her wings and chose a stack of boxes at random.
Chapter 12
Captured
“What do you mean ‘she’s not here?’ It’s been seven hours and I know there hasn’t been a caravan for two days in or out of Coltsville to Dream Valley, and there sure as Tartarus isn’t going to be one from-”
“Mellow, I apologize for the suddenness of this all, but my patient has been restrained and confined for her best interest.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! You said it’d be safe to leave her here until my shift was over. My shift is over and now I’m here, so where is she?” she stepped closer and her eyes bore into the stalwart medical stallion.
“Miss, I’m going to need you to calm down and-”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Doc, and don’t call me ‘Miss’, you’ve known me for seventeen years. Sapphire’s not the kind of mare to go crazy suddenly, show me where she is or I’ll have a detachment here before you know what-”
A muffled crash stopped both the doctor and Mellow from arguing, their ears perked when another crash came from the door at the end of the hall. His ears folded to his head and he opened his mouth to speak, but was shoved aside by the mare’s wings as she flew to the door and tried the knob.
“Unlock this door or I’ll break it down, now!”
“Mellow, it’s not an issue for you. Let me call my-” His body slammed into the floor knocking the breath from him when his belly struck the floor. She landed on him, moving faster than he could see after a push off the locked door, she pressed his forelegs to the floor and sat on his back. “I, I can’t. You don’t, understand. I-”
“Give, me, the, keys. Now,” she said carefully, but steadily with authority.
A key clinked against the floor under his white coat when his horn lit. She looked at where the sound came from, a blink later he bucked and kicked her in the belly with both hind legs, sending her to the ceiling, cracking it, then to the floor beside him in shock.
She managed to curl up before he got to his hooves and reared, landing on her side with his forehooves and the full weight of his body. he smirked as he felt a crack. Using his magic he closed her mouth when she screamed to muffle her, holding her still. He leaned closer to her ear to speak in a hushed whisper. “You’re my new toy, bitch. I can’t wait to break you.”
Her eyes widened when she was lifted in his magic and carried to the door she was struggling against a few seconds earlier. He easily opened it with the key from around his neck. “My other toy is making a mess, it sounds like. I’ll have to break her again, and what fun that’ll be,” he chuckled darkly, “two mares to break and have as my own. What luck, my herd will grow without ever knowing it.”
“You’ll, die by, my, wing blades,” Mellow panted between pained breaths. She whined when he intentionally bumped her against the wall on their way down the stairs.
“Oops, slipped. I have to get some real chains and a collar for you, but you’ll be drinking my love before you know it, every hour for the rest of your life.”
“Sadistic freak.”
“Thank you,” he nodded and smiled at Mellow, “I do try. Now, where’s my little filly?” he called, “I hope I don’t have to break her wings, I’d certainly hate for that to happen without a little foreplay.”
He tossed Mellow into the basement and she stopped by Sapphire’s collar, curled and whining quietly as she held her midsection, still glaring at him. He cast light from his horn around the room. “Where are you, slave? Honestly, you’re turning out to be more trouble than you’re worth. At this rate, I can just send you back for free and keep my new toy as a consolation prize!”
His voice echoed to no response. He made his way around the toppled boxes, over them, he gently moved others aside until he neared the fall wall and grumbled. Turning back he listened intently and moved slower, the clattering of objects spilled and the rustle of papers in his path hindered him slightly.
He saw his purchase moving swiftly towards the stairs and he caught her by her hind leg, tugging hard and sending her to the floor still scrambling for her freedom. “No! Master, Slave is sorry, punish this one, not her, if it is within your kind heart.”
He bound her with rope he’d found and held her upside down in front of him. Her fear and submissiveness was obvious and he chuckled. “You will speak when spoken to, you will not ask or tell me anything without permission, you will please your master. If you do well enough, then Master won’t use your little friend for a little while longer.”
Sapphire nodded and relaxed to his delight. He lowered her onto her back and under him, where she took him into her mouth without any trouble. He looked into Mellow’s eyes, past the hate to see the hurt she felt at watching what he was doing.
He thrust his hips forward several times, then pressed hard with a grunt before pulling out and looking at Sapphire and the cum pooled across her soft pallet. “Master… says you can swallow every drop now.”
She lifted her head, closed her lips, and with a slurp, gulped her mouthful.
“You sick demented pervert.”
He glared at her. “You should be thankful, she saved you from a rough rutting just now. But we’ll see how you do next time I come down here.” He grabbed Mellow by the neck and dragged her painfully across the floor to a structural support pillar. He untied Sapphire and used the rope to tie the base of Mellow’s wings together and to the pillar, with a few loops around her barrel and forelegs.
For her part, Mellow toughed through the pain and watched as a terrified Sapphire was brought back to her collar and it was reattached. She watched the life leave the mares eyes, she watched Sapphire sag, and it seemed the mare lost some of the shine to her coat.
“There, dumb assistants didn’t lock the collar and let my slave loose. But not this time,” he checked the latch and tested it with a press to make sure it was secure. He followed the string, still attached. “Slave will stay and wait for Master to return. If your friend talks to much,” he looked at Mellow, “pleasure yourself until you cum. Make her watch the whole time. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Sapphire spoke softly. He nodded and moved to Mellow.
“You know, it wasn’t the best idea to show up without armor on, but you are off duty, so I suppose you just expected everything to work out in your favor.” He chuckled when she bit at him. “Herbivores, flat teeth. You can bite me all you want, but it probably won’t be fatal unless you know just where to,” he used his magic to create a wave of force that struck her cracked rib sending her into a screaming fit. She fought her binds, adding to the pain while he laughed at her and moved to the stairs. He pat Sapphire on the head when he passed and left them alone.
“Sapphire,” Mellow groaned when she stopped struggling, “Saph, we gotta get outta here. C’mon, there’s nothing keeping you there; it’s just a collar and some string. Please, come over here and help me. If you can just cut this rope, or chew through it, can you untie a knot? It didn’t feel too difficult when he tied it, but it’s between my wings so I can’t see it.
“Saph, can you look at me? I’m right here, what’d he do to you? Are you hurt? Did that freak hurt you when he did that to you? That… I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” she slumped too quickly and yelped in pain. Breathing heavily, she looked at her new friend wearing a collar and she could have sworn she saw Sapphire move.
“Anyway, what do you have planned tonight? I was thinking of taking you out to dinner, showing you my neighborhood, introducing you to my kids after having a long talk about how much my foals know about sex and how they don’t need to know too much more or they’ll try it out with one another,” she chuckled and shook her head, “and that’s not the best thing to walk in on. Trust me on that.
“Ugh, Celestia, I should have eaten before I came over here. How long until we eat actual food? You wanna know something funny? My husband was an actual school counselor, so if you got along with him you could come back every so often and have somepony to talk to. Wouldn’t that be nice, not that I think you need somepony to talk to, but it certainly couldn’t hurt when you’re new to an area.
“When Grandy, a gryphon from Gryphonia, moved here, she was like a fish out of water. That’s more of an omnivore saying, you know, since most ponies don’t tend to eat fish. But I have, it’s great before long distance flights or anything strenuous. Just not sex, that was a terrible experiment.
“There he was, mounted me and thrusting away, then I started dry heaving because he had his forelegs against my stomach squeezing from my sides, and he was pretty average under there, but he was… enthusiastic, and I swear he was trying to fit his foreleg inside me a couple times. It didn’t hurt, much, but I had to stop him before I puked fish meat on my mom’s couch.”
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Mellow awoke to grunting and quiet moaning. She looked over to Sapphire and gasped in surprise to see her on her back with her hind legs being held by her forelegs until her hooves were near her ears so the doctor could pound himself as deep as he could go in a missionary position.
He looked over with tired, lidded eyes and grinned. “Oh yeah, you’re such a good filly. Taking everything I have to give you, do you want Master to cum in you, or on you?”
“Slave wants master to cum on it, so it can feel Master’s desire and smell his power.”
“Sweet Luna’s puckered plot, you’re so tight, here you go. You belong to your Master now,” he grunted and pulled out of her with a squelch and came across her underbelly in long watery squirts that ran down her sides and splashed through her coat to under her chin, all the while she stayed in position.
He stepped back and smelled his cum on her, then nuzzled her teats and licked her wet slit in one long stroke that brought shudders to Sapphire and disgust to Mellow.
“Slave, get to your hooves,” he commanded and in a single motion she swung her hind legs around and used the momentum to take a stand. He was less impressed than Mellow at the motion, but still slightly awed. “Slave, was your friend a bother to you?”
“No, Master. She was quiet and patient, as a good servant in training should be.”
He looked at Mellow and nodded, using his magic to retether her collar. “Stay standing until my essence has dried upon you.”
“Yes, Master.”
He moved closer to Mellow. “Well, it seems there may be hope for you yet. My family is upstairs at this very moment on the other side of the house. You know the layout, and you should understand there’s more than enough power in these walls’ enchantments to keep everything you say and scream absolutely silent. Don’t waste your breath, regardless. I may need that pretty mouth soon,” he reached for her muzzle and she leaned back, pushing the pain aside to avoid him touching her with any part of him.
“I hope you catch herpes, scum.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I’m a doctor, I don’t have to worry about stuff like that when I can just cast a spell to make everyone sexually clean. I thought you’d be smarter than that, but that’s why you’re a guard,” he hummed a laugh while leaving and turning off the light, save for a small white gem used by his own foals as a night light he’d placed at the foot of the stairs.
Chapter 13
Broken
Mellow looked away and kept her mind on her own family while the doctor had his thirty seconds of fun before mocking her and leaving. Her stomach growled and her chest throbbed from her body slowly mending her broken bone with pegasi magic hastening the process. He left the door and closed it loudly, leaving them alone together.
Sapphire lay on her belly, her tail hairs stuck to her hind legs from the dried cum over the past two days. Even though it seemed pointless, Mellow still talked about her life and experiences while the other mare, lay laxidazically with cum leaking from her and into a dried puddle she’d been lying in.
“Gosh, I gotta pee. He forgot to leave the bucket,” Mellow groaned and closed her hind legs together. “Seriously, how do you hold it and only go once a day? Especially with all you drink, even if it isn’t exactly healthy. How long’s it been, Saph? I swear, I can’t cry about my family and let him see me being weak, but I can’t stop thinking of them every minute since I’ve been down here.”
“Polly.” Mellow fell silent and looked at Sapphire intently, hoping she wasn’t beginning to have hallucinations. “I remember my sister, her name was Watery Pond, but I called her Polly,” she turned to look at Mellow. “Wanna get out of here?”
Mellow sputtered while nodding. “Wh, how? I thought you were, like…”
Sapphire stood up weakly and shook side to side, unsticking what hairs she could from her legs and freshening her muscles from lying for so long. “Crazy, or broked? I lived most my life with pony like him,” she stepped on the string and jerked back to snap it, “he shitty Master, weak and scared. No respect from me, not really,” she moved to Mellow and bit the rope around her barrel in her teeth and started grinding her teeth against it.
“Wow, I didn’t know you had it in you. So, what took so long? We could’ve been outta here the first day if you could’ve just gotten up anytime.”
Sapphire leaned back and winked. “Nah, I was in heat. Scratched my itch,” she tapped the rope against Mellow’s sternum and it snapped, sending the yellow mare on Sapphire’s back.
“Nice catch.”
“He was shit Master, small cock, bad diet,” she spat on the floor, “taste like salty water with warm milk. Need to eat more fruit, then taste better. Let’s go home now.” Sapphire turned to the stairs and looked at the light. “Dom in training have better toys than these,” she used her wing to encourage Mellow to hold tight and stay close on her body and stepped over the stair the light was on.
Several seconds later they were at the door and with the light refracting to the door they saw the lock was actually on the inside. They shared a look and Sapphire bit the handle, gave a slight push until it clicked, then stood still as the door opened. Not even a squeaky hinge gave them away as Sapphire opened the outer door with a light tug on the handle and then marched the both of them out into the street.
Two guards walking by noticed the mares and hustled over in surprise. Sapphire noticed they were both mares and relaxed a little. “Sergeant Mellow? Are you okay? Where’ve you been? Who’s this… wait, you’re Sapphire, right?”
Mellow moved off Sapphires back and held her left foreleg to her body. “I’ve got a report to make, get me to the station house, now. Sapphire is a VIP, keep her close and no one gets between us and there, understand?”
One of the mares used her magic to pick Mellow on her back while the other, an earth pony, picked Sapphire up and they both galloped the short distance to the local guard house.
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“I can’t wait to see his face.”
“Guards, Attention!” Twenty six ponies, seven in guard’s armor and nineteen local militia snapped to attention and cast their gazes in front of themselves at the call. “Two of our own are in jail already, Sergeant Mellow is under corpsmare care, and we have a slaver to take down. We all know Doctor Charlie Horse as a loving and professional pony, tonight we learned something different.
“We’re going to surround his house; fliers take points between the compass over the house. His second wife is a pegasus and might take off. We have to secure the area and then search for anything related to the case. Lieutenant Slice, come see me; everypony else, fallout and reformation outside.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
The captain and lieutenant stepped aside while their troops left the room. “Slice, we both know the Doc, he’s a good pony but every pony has a dark side. We both know this, so when you’re looking for clues, don’t go easy on him. Don’t lose anything or cover anything up. We have a job to do; keeping your cousin safe from theft or damage of property is one thing. Slavery…”
“I understand, Doc ain’t family, and even so; I ain’t alright with sellin’ ponies or any other thinkin’ creature for money.”
“Slice, this was sex.”
His eyes narrowed and he chewed his tongue. “Ma’am, Ah’m personally gonna search his house top ta bottom, inside and out. The same goes fer the cavity search, if we find it’s true he ain’t sittin’ right fer a week.”
A nod in agreement and they separated, the captain going to start paperwork on the events and take affidavits while her guards took the accused into custody.
She’d just sat down when the door to her office opened. “Ah, Mister Gerald, again.”
“Herr Pencil, I vas hoping you had news yet, on my daughter?”
She leaned her head on one of her hooves, a position she’d taken many times before over the past two days. “Sir, you’ve come by here every six hours for the past couple days with the same question.”
“I fly to Coltsville und back, takes four hours. Time to sleep and eat, if Ich needed to.”
“Well, here’s the update,” she said with a sigh that she saw let the air out of him, “she’s fine and well.” She grinned when he perked up like it was his second birthday; wings fanned out, feathers across his body changed with his emotion and made him look absolutely adorable. “She was in heat, it’s over; as is her time in captivity.”
“Captivity?!” His cuteness was gone, replaced by an angry father that happened to be an apex predator. “Who would dare ?!”
“We’re taking him in now, would you like to see your daughter?” she asked hopefully.
“Nein , I vill return in moment. Must see the bald wallach , first.”
“Hey, I speak Gryphonese and-” she cursed loudly when he flapped his wings to cause her paperwork from the past two days to go into a flurry across her office. She saw him hop back and before she could clear her desk he was already gone. “Crap!”
She gave chase and saw his silhouette in the sky streaking toward the gathering creatures ready to make the offensive. He cawed loudly, the only warning he gave before he spun, arced downward, and flew past the flying guards and into the roof, through it, and into the house itself.
There were screams from foals, followed by smashing as the Lieutenant ordered the breaching. The screaming continued, then stopped suddenly urging the guard to rush up the stairs and into the foal’s room to secure them while another group split off to the master bedroom. “Stay back, polizei , I have something to talk about with my friend here.”
The Doctor couldn’t speak, and dared not being held up against the wall with talons against the arteries in his neck and the others holding his scrotum. “Let the doctor go, nothing you do will justify what you’re threatening.”
“I threaten nothing. My daughter, what did you do to her?”
“Wh-who?” Horse croaked.
The pressure at his neck increased bringing a small dribble of blood that made one of the three mares in the room whine and start crying. “My tochter, the mare you bought and locked away like a sklave. A slave, you know who I’m talking about.”
“I, don’t know, who. Please, let me go. My wives, my foals, they need a father.”
Gerald looked into Horse’s eyes and released his right hand, then left. “You’re not worth mein troubles or time. If I find out you did anything to hurt her, I vill geld you.”
Horse rubbed his neck and nodded, bowing his head. “I understand, Sir. This will all be cleared up and I hope we can all laugh about this in the future.”
His wives moved to hug and embrace their husband, peppering him with kisses and affection before looking at his neck wound. Gerald left the room, pushing past the creatures in the hall. He saw two foals, crying into the forelegs of stallions dressed in simple uniform shirts. “Gah, Was stimmt mit mir nicht ?”
“...ire came by once for a checkup. But that was all I -gurk-”
Gerald was in the room in a heartbeat, holding the doctor against the wall again. “You know my tochter’s name?! I never said her name,” he brandished his serrated talon for everyone to see.
“I heard her name, that’s what I meant! I didn’t actually-” Horse was silenced by pressure pushing his throat, his neck was being pressed against the wall.
“I have heard many a lie in my life, and I smell one right now,” he brought his talon to the doctor’s muzzle and broke the skin bringing blood with barely a touch. Gerald didn’t even move when he felt piss striking the front of his feathers. “What did you do to my tochter ?”
The pressure relaxed and creatures in the room readied, again, to make a move to restrain the very large gryphon holding a trusted member of the community at knife point. “I bought her last year, she was gonna be my sexual aid when I was working and the urges came up. I kept her and the guard in my basement and I- Auaugh!”
He screamed and thrashed as Gerald looked into his eyes, their gazes locked while pain flooded the stallion from where his balls were suddenly tugged and pulled from his body. Gerald, in a swift motion moved them into Horse’s mouth and used his fist to punch the stallion’s mouth closed. “Rapist, be damned for what you are.”
The look of horror on Horse’s face would be burned into the minds of nearly everyone present, some in terror themselves, most in a sense of irony. Gerald let the gelded stallion fall to the floor where only one of his wives moved to him and rubbed his back while he retched and cried. “Get das gelded a nurse, and get out of mein way. I have to see mein daughter.”
The crowd moved aside as every spot was taken to see what was happening. The two stallions still cradled the foals, who had calmed down but looked seriously at the room the sounds of pain were coming from. Gerald stopped in front of a large gruff earth pony wearing standard armor with a dark red crest on his helmet.
“Gerald, what did you do?”
“Brought justice to one who deserved it. Let me see mein child, then you may arrest me.”
Slice stepped aside and let Gerald through, then looked up the stairs. “What are you all standing around for?! Arrest that stallion and search this house!”
The gryphon left the house just as sounds of urgency started. He took wing and passed over houses in quick succession, landing outside the guards post. He entered and met the frowning face of the Captain. “If I find out you did some kind of vigilante justice-”
“Nein, just a father protecting his daughter. May I see her now?”
A few seconds passed before she nodded and looked him over before nodding and taking him through a secured door. Four jail cells, two were occupied by stallions that cowered when he looked at them, then a room in the back with a red cross baring hearts at every corner on it because his focus.
The door was opened and three mares were in the room. One he barely recognized from his passes through town as a guard, the other a nurse of some sort that was wiping a cloth across Sapphire’s coat. Neither of them mattered compared to the last mare he saw. He moved slowly and lay on his belly in front of her.
She sniffled and her eyes filled with tears as she touched her forehead to his. “Papa, I missed you so much.”
“I vas so worried, Icht thought you were taken back into the Tartarus I pulled you from.”
She giggled and looked at him, in his eyes. “I wasn’t, really. I played my game and feel better now that my heat’s over. I’m happy my best friend wasn’t hurt, mostest of all.”
Gerald looked over to Mellow. “Best friend? And who might you be, to have taken such an important place in her life?” he asked with growing joy.
“Mellow, nice to meet you,” the bumped hoof to talon, “what happened with the doctor?”
Gerald didn’t miss a beat. “I gelded him and made him eat his testicles.”
Mellow began laughing and rolled off her cot, the nurse eeped and scooted back, even though she was pretty safe in that area, but Sapphire frowned at him. “Papa, now he can’t cum anymore. Why’d you do that?”
“Tochter , what he did, what he was is a terrible pony. A message must be sent to those who are like him, and if it must be, then I will make it so.”
Sapphire groaned and pressed her nose to the cot and covered her head with her forelegs. “Papa, why’re you so weird?”
“Ha-ha , it is a father’s duty, ja ?”
“Um, Mister Gryphon, sir, I’m in the middle of cleaning her from her ordeal, if you, um, don’t mind?”
“Mind? Ah, ja ,” he moved and grabbed one of the cloths, dunked it in the water, and lifted her tail enough to clean her legs without seeing her private bits.
“N-no! S-sir, it’s my job to-”
“Nein , it’s my duty to,” he was silenced by a kiss to his beak that distracted him.
“Papa, can you let her clean me? It’s kinda embarrassing to have you do it.”
He gulped and let her go, dropping the towel in the bucket. “Ah, ja , my hatchling must grow up into her own. I vill, wait outside the room?”
Mellow climbed back onto the cot, blushing from her laugh and grinning still. “You’re alright in my book. I was gonna do that, but making him eat’m was just like something in a horror novel,” she brought her hoof to her lips and made a popping sound, “brilliant.”
“I did not do it for fun, it was needed to show others like him that what they do is not okay.”
“Hey, the prick cracked my rib and starved me. All I want is my family, but that’s gotta wait until sunrise when the horse apples hit the fan, the whole town’ll be going crazy. What next?” she wondered.
Gerald rubbed Sapphire’s mane and gave her a scratch in a hard to reach spot that almost got the nurse a hoof in the chest, to her consternation. He left the room and walked into the cell furthest from the other two and closed the door, sealing himself into a stone room with a bucket and bedding of straw.
He lay down and curled up, gathering the bedding and pulling it close to hold under a wing while he finally slept knowing his daughter was safe.
Chapter 14
Freed
There was a knock of wood on thick metal that Gerald reacted to by flinching awake from his restful sleep. The door to his cell was open and Slice was smirking at him. “Ya sleep well, bud? Ah think ya’ve sobered up, so head on out. Last Ah heard, yer little one’s at the bakery waitin’ over a cup’a coffee.”
“Coffee?! Nein , she can’t have such energy,” he stood and made to rush, but looked at Slice to make sure. With a nod and gesture of approval, Gerald walked briskly past the stallion and out of the station into a bright and happy feeling morning. Every creature was happy to see him as they passed, some gryphons waving, showing off the same talon he’d used the night before, in greeting.
Ponies grinned, tipped their hats, bowed their heads, and otherwise gave respectful gestures as he passed them. It was so much attention he didn’t even want to fly to rush, even though he knew the risk he was taking by enjoying the moment and what the ponies in the bakery must be hearing or seeing at that very moment.
He felt like he finally had the respect of creatures after a lifetime of tribulation and emotional turmoil. He saw the little bakery and moved faster, taking his personal mission seriously. He saw creatures reacting and groaned to himself as he reached the door, preparing himself to dive in and take the lustful mare away from the crowd of onlookers.
“-says, ‘Rapist, be damned,’ it was the best moment of my life and the worst of Doc G’s!” The room filled with laughter and Gerald stood taller to see one of the soldiers in uniform platemail armor telling the story of what had happened only a few hours ago. “H-hey! There he is, the Gryphon of honor! Gerald, come in! Gerald, Gerald, Gerald!”
The room started chanting his name and for the first time in forty years, the adult gryphon was stunned silent. He was nudged from behind but wasn’t moving, until he felt a tongue against the underside of his sheath. He squawked in a very birdlike way in his surprise and leapt to the center of the circle of attention.
A wing wrapped around his left foreleg and lifted it into the air. “Let’s hear it for the Filly Saver!”
The small room vibrated and light fixtures wobbled at the round of stomping while his ears rang from the cheering.
“Danka, everyone,” there was a sudden hiss of hushing around the room, “I did, only what was right. Anyone should do the same to any creature that does such vile acts.”
There was a hesitant pause after his short speech before a slow stomp started a gentle round of agreement rather than the cheer for a hero. “Gerald,” the guard said and bowed to him, “you are right, and I will write a letter to my cousin in Baltimare, telling him of what you’ve done and about this rape cult out there.”
“Me too! Let’s bring it to light and stop them.” “Yes, I’ve got a brother in Mustangia that’d get the news out.” “There’s this mare I know in Ponyville that talks about everything to everypony!”
The sounds of creatures talking about continuing what he started got his attention so much, Gerald didn’t notice until it was too late that Sapphire was there until her leapt into his chest and nuzzled into his feathers with a content hum. The crowd turned into jubilation at the reunion of gryphon and pony, their hug was as gentle and full of love that even the emotionally hardened gryphons hiding in the back of the crowd smiled.
Sapphire turned to the crowd and waved happily. “Hi, I’m Sapphire,” the room fell silent, waiting for the mare to speak.
“Thank you for being here! You’re so pretty and happy, I hope I can be bestest friends to you all! I’m supposed ta talk about my feeling because Mellow said, and Papa says talking is best to fix hurts inside. It’s true, cuz me ‘n Papa cried some times about what happened; then we feel better!
“My Papa told me that when I come to town I would make friends, and I have a bestest friend, who’s with the nurses gettin’ fixed,” she pouted at the thought, “but Mister Sub,” she pointed at the guard stallion that Gerald had walked into the room hearing.
“Substitute,” he replied earnestly to the sound of giggles and a slightly hungry look from Sapphire.
“Sub stitute told me that I was safe and did a good job saving Mellow. Anywhere I wanna stay in town, he’d get me home, even though I live in the cave with Papa, I might think about it. My last Master, he bought me long time ago like lots of my friends I maked when I was tied in the stables in the dark.
“He was bad Master, small cock and cum to fast, didn’t know me or want to. He really hurt my friend and tied her with bad rope, didn’t give her food and only fed me cock,” she stuck out her tongue as the crowd listened, eyes glistening as she spoke and some started to quietly cry. He kept me and my bestest friend Mellow in the dark, said Mellow was next to be his.
“He didn’t know it, but I’m a smart mare. My Papa teached me to not be Slave, even though I pretended to be to keep Mellow safe from Bad Master. When he went to sleep after before bed release, I took Mellow out and now I’m here! Papa did something bad to Bad Master, but it’s okay, because I love Papa and he loves me,” she hugged Gerald and he hugged her back. Sapphire took a step back to turn around before sitting in one of her favorite positions, with her Papa behind her covering her with the feeling of safety.
“Papa is right, I do nut need Master to be happy; I need me for be happy. I am not Slave, I am not pruh, uh, puppetry! I am my own mare, I am pegasus, I am Sapphire, and I am to be free. I wanna be a mommy, I wanna find my mommy and daddy, and sisters, and I wants to get a muffin with lots of estrus chocolates.”
Laughter broke through crying tears and bits were flashed, showing the bakery owner that most of the creatures were going to buy her a muffin, or anything else she wanted. It was one of the best days of Sapphire’s life, even if she didn’t really understand everything happening at the moment.
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