Moondancer's Spoiled Rich Reform Test Trial

Chapters

Prolog: A Broken Bottle
A Cramped Cell
A Cold Thermometer
A Punch in the Gut
A Bottle of Whiskey
A Warm Embrace
Epilog: A Lovely Home

Prolog: A Broken Bottle

Author's Note

This chapter is all about how Spoiled Rich feels about raping her own daughter (hint: not good) and is a lot more generally horrible than the story proper.
You have been warned.

Prolog: A Broken Bottle

I had just gotten back from a trip to Las Pegasus and I felt like my world was ending; I didn't care that I'd missed my chances to ride some contraption that the commoners insisted was better than the best Appleloosan whore, nor that it started to rain and the weather ponies refused to take into consideration my trip coinciding with the date for their storms. What really had gotten to me was that the hotel staff didn't even remember my name. My name...

To top it all off, the moment I'd returned, Filthy wanted me to attend a soirée that I knew nothing about. I dared not challenge my own husband, but it made me feel like I had lost my prestige and that I was nothing next to him, little more than his pretty little whore.

I figured a little wine would take the edge off before I could get to bed. Oh, how wrong I was.

My little filly, my legacy, was there dancing with my favorite necklace on in the living room. She tripped...it broke...I broke. I tried to break her.

I don't really remember all of what I did next, but I remember some things. I remember her frozen in fear under me the moment I made my decision; I don't remember clearly, maybe the decision wasn't clear in the first place, but I know I wanted to make sure this would be a punishment she'd never forget.
The next memory is clear, but so revolting I wish it weren't; it's disgusting enough to lick a butthole, but your own daughter's? I don't remember her begging me to stop...maybe I wasn't listening, or maybe she was too scared of what else I'd do to her. Whatever the case, it went on long enough that I'd made a puddle I'm pretty sure wasn't just urine.
Next, I remember that it was still hard to get the bottle to fit up there. I remember a few of her screams, but worst of all, I remember how good it felt, and that she could see that in my eyes. I don't remember the bottle shattering, or Filthy finding us.

My next memory is that of waking up in the hospital to doctors telling me and Filthy that she'd be alright, that my little filly might be a little drunk, and sitting down might be painful for her, but that they'd gotten the pieces of glass out of her butt. They didn't know how it wasn't an accident. They actually thought she'd be alright after this.

Filthy couldn't look at me. I knew from his look that he'd called the guards. I didn't fight them when they took me away in hoofcuffs; it simply wasn't how a proper pony acted, even if I hadn't been resigned to my fate. Diamond Tiara, however, had woken up. She begged in a raspy voice to not take away mommy, despite all I'd done to her... I cried silently the whole way to my cell.

When they asked me about it, I told them everything. I rejected getting a lawyer. I told them I didn't want Diamond to have to point to her own mother in court, or even be asked what had happened, there was plenty of evidence at the hospital and what Filthy had seen, and Diamond casting out her own mother in court would be a loss of standing we would never recover from. They understood, and soon they were coming up with a plea agreement, something they said would help make sure nopony was hurt anymore by all of this.

When the agreement came, I had to sign some waiver. The gist of it was that some pony named "Moondancer" could, if she wanted to, shove a wine bottle up my butt, chop me open, and turn me into a living novelty garbage can that any common pony could use as they pleased. They looked at me like I was crazy when I relayed such a..."colorful" idea to them, insisting that there were merely some risks that needed to be covered, but I assured them that at that moment, I would love nothing more than to be given a fate worse than death for what I had done.

A Cramped Cell

It'd only been a week since that fateful night where I lost control and...ravaged my own daughter when they put me on the carruage. They said that I had little to fear, that I'd be back into society in less than a month after I took the agreement. I didn't believe them; after all, the consent forms had the phrase "EXPERIMENTAL - SUBJECT MUST AGREE TO ALL RISKS" stamped in red ink all along their margins. I've bought red ink before, and it's not cheap, so you don't use it lightly.

I was brought to Canterlot, bizarrely. At least it was a sign that somepony wealthy would be in charge.

I was quite glad the carriage I was in didn't easily let ponies see in, as I had been reduced to but a common prisoner and no doubt many ponies would recognize me and scoff.

Soon, I was led out by a guard onto the lawn of a building that looked like it had only recently stopped being abandoned. There was another prison carriage, and out came a pegasus with a garish orange mane. Surely, Rarity would give her a talking to were she not also going into this crazy experiment.

As we both were led close to the entrance, a unicorn that looked awfully like Twilight with some worse colors trotted out to greet us.

"Hello, uh, test subjects, I'm Moondancer. I'll be reforming you. Rest assured, one way or another, you'll return to society a better mare once I'm done with you."

I couldn't quite place it, but something about her voice screamed that she had spent more time reading books than actually talking to others. It was little surprise she looked at a clipboard to find our names.

"So, Spoiled Rich and Lightning Dust, huh? Why don't you two introduce yourselves before we put you in your cell?"

I took a moment to realize that she'd just said that I'd be sharing a cell with this pony that, for all I knew, had gotten into this by committing murder. Naturally, in my slight shock, I had lost the chance to speak first, an absolutely vital part of making a good impression as a rich mare.

The pegasus flew up a bit, making the guards stand at the ready in case she was escaping. "I'm Lightning Dust, and I'm so awesome, they couldn't handle me out there!" she said with a look of arrogance I'd seen many times before. She then turned to me and winked. "In fact, I bet you can't handle me either, Spoiled Rich!"

I huffed, hoping that she didn't mean what I think she did. I knew right then that this was pony was going to be tough to pound into her place where she belonged. "As if I need an introduction. But very well, I am Spoiled Rich. My husband controls a lucrative distribution business and I'm one of the richest ponies in Ponyville."

Moondancer had the nerve to simply shrug and write something down before we were prodded on our rears to go inside. I considered this uncouth treatment to be one of many reasons the royal guard simply aren't...royal enough.

The building was quite sparse, not fit even for the cockroaches likely living inside as we were taken past the vacant reception area, down a hallway, and into a cell that looked brand new, featuring a bed built into the wall as a wide nook, and bathroom fixtures that looked far too nice for a jail, but that still lacked any privacy.

Once the door was closed, Moondancer came up to the futurustic-looking plastic wall that separated the cell from the hallway, with but a few holes to let some sound through. "Alright, this is your living area. All time not spent being examined for physical and mental health will be spent here. Please get accustomed to it over the course of the day, your first examination will be tomorrow."

I scoffed. "This cell is tiny, how can I share it with another mare? Surely, you have a better one that I could be placed into, alone, with some privacy."

Moondancer shook her head. "Part of the program is to keep you two together. And there is plenty of privacy, the guard can't see into the bed and can barely hear you from his post."

That part actually worried me a little, but I didn't show it. I gave a simple "Hmmph" and sat down on the edge of the bed, while Lightning Dust seemed to...smirk. She was no doubt planning something, and not trained to hide it.

Moondancer trotted away, and we were left alone. For a time, it was quiet and peaceful. To my dismay, Lightning eventually lifted the toilet seat. I turned away in disgust and tried to focus on anything besides the splashing noises. I'd almost managed to distract myself when she spoke to me while urinating.

"What, think you're above seein' a mare let it all out?"

I knew I had to reply, and I was torn. A rich pony like myself simply didn't watch this sort of thing, but to not look at a pony while talking to them... I eventually decided that she was so beneath me, I could forgo that gesture, giving her the ultimate disrespect.

"Hmmph, I most certainly am. You on the other hoof were clearly raised in a barn."

The splashes ceased and she soon flushed. "Tough words from a pony so snooty her name is Spoiled Rich." I was still looking away, and only noticed she'd sat right next to me from the depression in the bed. "I was actually raised in an old amusement park, with two brothers. I called 'em Whiner and Fart Muncher." Alarms went off in my head not just from the horrid nature of the names, but from the feeling of a hoof around me. "You remind me of 'em, all talk and no game!"

I was close to breaking out in a sweat at the thought of words not mattering. I did some quick thinking and pushed her onto her back on the bed. "I will not let some poor pony like you push me around, you hear?"

She didn't even seem startled, and just smirked. "Oooh, somepony's got a backbone! We'll see how long it lasts in here. I've been in prison before, have you?"

I shook my head and thought about how to keep her distracted, lest she pull a "fast one" on me. I noticed there was an assortment of books and a pack of playing cards in the little shelf inset into the wall."I'm sure I'll manage. Now, I expect you aren't one for books, so how about a game of cards to pass the time?" I took the pack and opened it.

The next few hours were actually almost enjoyable, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was dealing with somepony...devious. I'm quite sure she cheated at Go Fish, and when the guard brought us dinner, she took my pepper shaker and refused to give it back. I think she was testing me...

Eventually, it came to bedtime, and I was just cleaning up my rear after a most unmentionable activity. Lightning was staring at me, she had been since I got on the toilet, and in an obviously-judgmental way.

"You know, there's no reason to wipe after ya poop in here, it's not like anypony's gonna be kissing that rich butthole like I'm sure you're used to at home."

I was caught off-guard, but only for a moment, and I put on a glower as I flushed and went to wash my hooves, then scoffed. "What a simply uncouth thing to say. Do you kiss your mother with that potty mouth?"

She laughed before giving me a retort. "Yeah, but only to wash the taste off my tongue from all the manure that comes out of the mouths of ponies like you!"

My disgust was plain on my face. "Your tongue? Ew, that is no way to kiss your mother!"

"You don't get to tell me how to kiss my mom." It was clear now she was just trying to disgust me. "Maybe I like a little...sugar~." She sat up and made some absolutely obscene kissing imitations with her lips and tongue.

I simply made a sharp "Hm!" as I got into the bed, but she wasn't done.

"That's it? Giving up so soon? Even Whiner would've come up with something by now."

"I simply don't wish to discuss this disgusting topic at this late hour. Now, I require more of the blanket, it's cold."

"You don't tell me what to do! In case you haven't noticed, you're not some important pony anymore who can boss others around. Now shut up and let me cuddle for warmth." she said sternly before putting her hooves around me.

I said perhaps the most foolish thing I possibly could have. "Get your unwashed hooves off of me, you street urchin!"

She chuckled. "Heh, you rich ponies are always afraid to get down and dirty. Well, you don't have a choice!"

I tried to push her hooves away, but suddenly her face formed an expression between a grin and concentration. I tried to deny what my brain told me about what it meant, but then I heard a loud sputter that could only be from her rear. "Ah, you're gonna smell that in a moment!"

I was in shock. She'd just done that not only in bed, which is understandable, but under the covers, and so close to my body, I could feel the vibration on my legs. "You animal!"

She giggled. "Yeah, we're all animals. How about ya admit it?"

I covered my nose as a precaution and took a moment to think. I realized immediately that, within these walls, my social standing only existed from her. I clearly couldn't pound her into the ground like I'd hoped, and so my only possible course of action was to...to suck it up. "Fine! I'm a filthy animal, is that what you want to hear? Now, can we get some sleep instead of wallowing in our own filth?"

She rolled her eyes. "Good enough for now, but you better be able to prove you can walk the walk in the morning." she said as she closed her eyes and pulled me into a tighter embrace. I dared not move from fear, but I found it actually...kind of nice; certainly, her warmth beat the cold of the cell.

Author's Note

This had to be slightly edited from its original version as I'd made Lightning Dust too aggressive. The current version should be closer to how she acts in canon and make for better dramatic potential.

A Cold Thermometer

Author's Note

Warning: Major spoiler for The Washouts within. With the screwy release schedule, a lot have already seen it, but I don't think it's been on Discovery Family at the time of writing.
This is the nature of a fic released right before an episode about one of the characters in it shows up out of the blue.

This chapter faced some difficulty in early writing as I realized I'd made Lightning Dust a little too aggressive. This does mean chapter 1 had a little bit of post-publish editing unfortunately, but I think it's worth having things toned down a little to keep the drama and pacing in check.

Anyways, for the many of you wanting Moondancer, here she is in the role of unapologetic asylum master, essentially.

A Cold Thermometer

I woke up to the sound of Lightning Dust eating waffles. For a brief moment, I smiled at her without thinking, but then my better judgement kicked in and I put on my usual scowl.

"Mornin'. You want some?" she asked.

I yawned, then levitated one over, applied a properly-measured amount of syrup, and ate it in chunks with a fork. Lightning shook her head, then ate one like a lion tearing into a juicy steak.

"Hmmph, tell me that eating style isn't the test you had in mind." I said as I got out of bed to use the toilet, thinking that talking while on it would be just enough to appease her interest in debasing me.

"'course not, I don't blame ya for not wanting syrup all over your hooves." she said, eyeing me curiously, clearly to evaluate whether I'd taken her words to heart.

Luckily for me, a large amount of morning wind preceded my urine as I let loose, and I smirked at her as I briefly put myself in the mindset of a pony that thinks physical pleasures are an end goal in life. "Aah~, felt good to let that out!"

"Well now, somepony turned over a new leaf." she remarked.

I flushed and sat down with her. "I just had to pretend that I was my husband, and not keep up appearances within the home."

Lightning Dust smiled. "I'm beginning to like you. Maybe we could team up and bust out of this joint before they do whatever this stupid 'reformation' is about."

I chuckled, hoping my nervousness wasn't noticible. Meanwhile, Moondancer trotted over, flanked by guards. "Are you two ready for your first examinations? It'll take about half an hour and will be mostly painless."

"...mostly?" Lightning asked.

I shrugged. "We are quite prepared for whatever barbarities you have in store." In fact, I had come here hoping to be punished, but I was sure now this place would go too easy on me, considering what I'd done. I tried not to think about it too much, but it was always at the very back of my mind.

Moondancer led us into a room with two tables that I'm pretty sure were for dentistry, and gestured for us to get comfy on them. Standing there was some stallion acting as her assistant, with a black mane, blue coat, and a cutie mark showing a pony covered in bandages. I hesitantly stepped forward, and soon found myself being strapped in. "Are these really necessary?"

Moondancer nodded. "For your own safety, we don't want any accidents."

That almost made me feel better, though the fact I was being strapped in belly-down was most discomforting, as I couldn't see what they were doing near my rear.

Moondancer cleared her throat. "Alright, we're just going to check your vitals first, to make sure you're both healthy." First came a stethoscope to listen to my heartbeat, then a cuff over my hoof to take my blood pressure. "A little elevated on both, but within the norm, understandable and quite good."

However, my blood pressure most certainly shot up when I felt her lift my tail. "Um, what are you do-aah!" I was interrupted by a feeling I'd rather not describe involving a cold rectal thermometer and minimal lubrication. I'd had doctors in my rear before, but they normally gave some sort of warning at least.

Once it was fully in, I shudderingly exhaled, and heard a giggle to my right and behind a bit. Lightning Dust was definitely entertained. "Heh, not what you expected, Spoiled Ri-aaaah cold! Oo-ooh!"

I chuckled, in part to try not to focus on the intrusive nature of what had just been done to me, but also to preface my rebuttal. "Not what you expected? You sound like a mare on her first date!"

Moondancer put a hoof to my mouth. "Refrain from insulting your fellow test subject or there will be further discomfort in your rear." she said sternly, dashing my confidence.

I looked her in the eyes and nodded. Soon enough, our thermometers were taken out with two popping noises in a row. Lightning Dust grumbled, the words too low to make out. "Running a little hot, you two probably need more fluids. Should be a simple fix." The way she said it was like a filly that needed to tape a broken corner of their ant farm, combined with the treatment of our personal space and calling us test subjects, it all made me feel like nothing more than an object at Moondancer's disposal.

As Moondancer, without warning, poked a needle into me to get a sample of blood, I wondered whether she could simply declare us to be unreformable and do the kinds of experiments that happened in horror movies. I began to get chills as I imagined myself being given mind-altering chemicals just to see how I'd react, and spending my life in a white room with the unempathetic Moondancer in control of everything, and my only source of interaction. At least she seemed better than Lightning Dust. Then, I had the most horrible thought, of being stitched together with Lightning Dust into one pony with two heads. It made me want to vomit.

My train of thought was broken only by an odd metal helmet placed on my head, which certainly didn't help alleviate my fears. "Try to think of each other, I want to figure out the brainwave patterns associated with relationships." Moondancer said. I complied, although there was little else I could think of at the moment, other than...the past. That was even worse to think about, however, so I avoided it. Soon enough, she pulled the helmet off. "Alright, back to the cells with you two. The psychological examination will be tomorrow."

I was quite complaint, but Lightning Dust tried to hurt the assistant that had been dealing with her, apparently having snapped. She was quickly subdued by a guard, who held her down awaiting instructions from the two. The assistant told him to keep her pinned as he spanked her butt once. Moondancer then came over and spanked it a few more times, leaving it red. "Will you comply, or do we need a more effective punishment? We won't injure you, but we are authorized to use a wide variety of punishments as we feel appropriate."

Lightning Dust looked to me with a glare that melted under my calm gaze. "No, no further trouble, ma'am."

The rest of the walk to the cell was indeed uneventful, though I could feel a tension in the air. As soon as we were in, and most of the guards were away, Lightning took it out on our pillow, rapidly punching it and grunting like she was in one of those action movies that the idiotic masses loved. When she took a moment to breathe, I decided to try to stop her. "You know, if you succeed in what you're doing, you'll leave us without any head comfort."

She grunted and collapsed forward onto the bed, hooves pounding into it. "It's just so frustrating! They're treating us like dirt! I used to be somepony, you know!"

I sat next to her and put a hoof on her, which due to her pose, meant a hoof on her butt. It certainly felt like they'd done more to her than I'd seen a mother do to a misbehaving foal. "Tell me about how you used to be, and how you got this low, perhaps then you can calm down and act properly."

She huffed a bit. "Fine. Well, the short story is that after I finally left that stupid old amusement park, I set out to become the best flyer there ever was!" She sighed and put her forehooves under her chin. "...and then when I tried out for the Wonderbolts, they told me I was too reckless. They didn't even give me a second chance, and nopony got hurt!"

I didn't particularly care either way on the matter, but I felt it was important to support her to get in her good graces, and I stroked her back a bit as I patted her. "Hmm, I always suspected that the Wonderbolts were more than they were chalked up to be..."

She seemed elated at my response. "Right? And then I formed my own stunt group out of the ponies that were too hot for them to handle, The Washouts. There was nothing too dangerous for us! Then the very pony that got me kicked out of the Wonderbolts dared interfere with me helping some orange filly with her dream to fly. Sure, the rocket probably would've killed her, but at least she'd die living her dream with a roaring crowd."

I gulped as I briefly considered the implications, but kept on with pretending to care, starting to give her a bit of a massage. "...yes, I suppose so."

"Well anyways, we went to another town to find more ponies to entertain, and there was this one filly who reaaally liked me. She was like that orange filly, but green, and her wings worked at least a little bit. Mmm, she was dreamy." Lightning Dust seemed to breathe like she was a bit more than friends with the filly, which disturbed me a little bit. "It all went well for a few shows, just a few minor scrapes, really added to the drama and the tension of our death-defying stunts. The audience absolutely ate it up. But that filly...she kept asking me to make it a little closer, and I couldn't say no to her...and then when she wanted out, I made sure she couldn't say no to me." Her voice started to crack a little, and I was sure she was on the verge of tears.

"What happened?" I asked as I stopped the massage.

"Everything went wrong that night. Rolling Thunder rolled right into a Manticore's mouth with lit dynamite up her butt, and when I tried to tell everypony to continue, Short Fuse quit. Sure, I shot it at Rolling a little too accurately and it sent her off-course to her doom, but it wasn't on purpose and the crowd loved it!"

I had to put a hoof to my mouth to stop from chuckling at such a humorous end. As a filly, I'd been very strictly not allowed to laugh at dead ponies or butt humor, and I wasn't about to start now.

"...but then it was just me and my filly and we knew the crowd would eventually realize that Rolling hadn't escaped the blast. She insisted that I hold the saw she had to dodge. She said that there was no way I could cut her." She inhaled sharply. "I thought all the calculations were right...I thought if I just flew on cue...oh Celestia..." She started sobbing. "Her head just came right off! I thought quick and got one last tongue kiss with her midair, but...that was it. Oh, I was so stupid!" she finished with a hit to the pillow for emphasis. "...that's what I'm here for."

I wasn't sure how to react; rich ponies weren't even to associate with the sort of rabble that touched fillies, nor the sort that got them killed on stage, but here I was with no choice in the matter. I eventually, against my better judgment, and realizing that I had done things that were arguably worse, cuddled up with her to continue the charade. "Shhh, it's alright, I'm here for you."

We hardly said anything to each other the rest of the day. Even lunch and dinner were quiet as we sipped some fine apple cider. I passed most of the time reading, while Lightning preferred instead to sleep...and touch herself before doing so. It certainly made going to bed easy with her out like a light already. The only thing that kept me awake a while was when I realized that it was starting to not become a charade; I eventually brushed the thought aside as another musing of my tired mind.

A Punch in the Gut

My eyes opened to the very dim light of the cell, and for a few moment, I thought I was home. My hooves were wrapped tight around a warm body, the sheets were just how I liked them, and I'd gotten excellent rest. Without thinking, I put my lips forward to wake my lover with the gentle kiss he loved, only to realize as our eyes went wide, that I was in bed with Lightning Dust, professional filly-touching stuntmare. I pulled back in a hurry, but I'd already done the deed.

"Well well well, somepony's awful friendly." said Lightning with a smirk.

I took my hooves out from around her and tried to come up with an excuse. "It was...merely a friendly wakeup kiss, nothing more. We give them to any pony we sleep with where I'm from."

She didn't buy it. "Right, I suppose you come from the Island of Cuddly Lesbians."

I huffed. "Fillydelphia, actually, and we are well-known as overly friendly." That much was partially true, I had friends in school that would get drunk and, if they remembered anything the next morning, wouldn't care how they had touched each other.

"Really, huh? Well, guess I'll kiss ya goodnite tonite, then." came a pompous reply. Lightning then then got out of bed overtop me while breaking her morning wind.

I knew I was trapped by this dirty mare, and simply nodded. Thankfully, breakfast, consisting of Prench toast, arrived before further verbal snares caught me. Once our bellies were full and our bladders were empty, Moondancer came by.

"Alright you two, it's time for the psychological examination. This time you'll be separated, and remember there are no wrong answers...and we'll know if you're lying to us." she said as she led us out.

"Pfft, they always say that." Lightning said to me, but I didn't listen. She sounded a little nervous. Soon enough, she was taken to a separate room by Moondancer's assistant.

The room Moondancer took me to was bare save for a sofa and an armchair. She got in the latter and gestured for me to get in the former. "Lay down on your back, please."

I complied, and relaxed in the very comfy cushions.

Moondancer got out a clipboard with a lot of sheets on it as she sat down. "This could take a while, and you need to be as comfortable as possible. If there's anything, and I mean anything you want short of harming me, just go for it. I won't judge, but once comfortable, I expect you to answer. Understand?"

I pondered just how far this went. "Hmmph, I suppose Lightning Dust has already started touching herself in her room, saying she needs it to be comfortable. Or perhaps she's atop your assistant, riding him."

Moondancer's expression remained stoic as ever, which really made me admire her fortitude. "I must clarify that me and my assistant are forbidden from sexual fraternization with test subjects unless we pre-schedule it as part of the program, but you are free to masturbate, and I can provide you with sex toys if desired."

I nearly opened my mouth in shock, but I took her resolve as a challenge, and kept a straight face. "Perhaps another time...so, what's the first question?"

"Could you describe your earliest memory?" asked Moondancer.

Telling my life story was easy, but I could tell, by slight changes to Moondancer's expression, she wasn't fond of me. I was quite glad when we moved on to the personality test and the brainwave hate. Then, however, it came to talk about my relationships, from friends to family to sexual ones. The latter two Moondancer made clear included what I did to my daughter, and thankfully she only asked basic questions about how I felt at every step of it. Finally, Moondancer told me the words I'd been waiting for all day. "Alright, we're finished. You can return to your cell for dinner."

I got up, my hooves wobbling due to too much sitting, and trotted awkwardly out. Moondancer simply sipped some tea as I looked back. Back in the cell, we'd gotten some simple vegetable soup, but Lightning Dust was nowhere to be seen. I began to wonder if she'd tried to, or even managed to, murder Moondancer's assistant. Eventually, however, she trotted in with a disappointed look. "Ugh" was all she got out before her face collapsed into the soup.

"Hmmph, they believe your lies, oh wise master?" I asked sarcastically.

She lifted up her face as she slurped at the soup. "Okay, they're better than I thought...can you just leave me alone while I eat this lukewarm junk you probably peed in?"

"I did no such thing, but very well." I replied as I laid back and got into a good book.

A lot of sloppy slurping later, a belch told me it was time to try to, metaphorically, insert my snout below her tail and pucker up. I turned to face her and put the book down on the shelf, splayed open where I left off. "Was it hard having two brothers?" I asked, hoping that, with her having told her life story already today, she'd enjoy retelling it to me.

I knew I said it right when she started with a chuckle. "Heh, not for me. I can see how some...other ponies might crumple, but I stood firm. I was the middle foal, sandwiched with 2 year gaps between my older bro and the twins. Older bro's called High Note, he's a singer, and boy he never shut up with his whiny little voice. Younger bro's a little pushover called Clean Bowl, I think he's a food critic now, and his twin's my little sis, Bedside Smooch. She's training to become a nurse now."

"Hmm, I suppose that explains your nicknames for them. You miss being the top dog?" I said, to stroke her ego.

"Oh yes. High Note sat on me when we were young, but eventually, I was as big as him. One day when I was 11, he tried to sit on me and I gave him two black eyes in front of the twins, and he never tried it again. They all knew from then on who got first dibs at mealtime, or to practice kissin' with Smooch. You know, there's nothing like the feeling of having eaten all the beans, and then making your siblings eat the scraps...including the gas from the beans the next day!" she finished her monologue with a chuckle.

Try as I might, I couldn't ignore every disgusting thing she said. "You made out with your younger sister?" I asked.

She gave me a glare. "Hey, I did share a bed with her, so according to your rules, I can put my tongue in her mouth, can't I?"

I managed to hide most of my disgust from showing on my face, as I realized she was likely to try it on me soon. "I...guess. Well, perhaps we should change topic..." I had to think fast, about something that would divert her away from treating me like her siblings. I figured that an appeal to monogamy would do it. "Do you still love that filly you dated?"

She sighed. "Yeah..."

For a moment, with her silence, I pondered my situation. I should rightfully be treating this mare like a pile of scum, but here I am trying to get in her good graces because I'm stuck with her. It finally hit me: For what I did, I deserved to be with scum of a similar variety. I took a moment to recompose myself before continuing. "How did you meet her?"

She sat down on the bed next to me. "Well, she stopped by after a show with some sob story about abusive parents and how she could fly unlike any other filly in town. I figured she was lying, but she had guts, and that's all you really need to be a stunt pony. She nearly upstaged me first show, and I was instantly in love. Of course, she didn't even know what love was and it was kinda awkward teaching her everything, but it was refreshing for once to not meet a mare who thinks dim candles and fancy dresses are the language of love."

That gave me another angle. "I suppose if I brought you on my style of date, a fancy ball and wine and a moonlit night, you'd throw up?" I said with a grin.

Lightning chuckled. "Hehe, right into your mouth, I would. Anyways, a few months later, she loved me too. Then it happened..."

"How come you ended up here if it was an accident?" I asked, hoping to stroke her ego a bit as she'd say she was falsely imprisoned.

"Well, they were willing to chalk up Rolling Thunder's death as a risk of the job. Her final words were that it was an awesome way to die, even if they were muffled by the manticore's belly. The filly's death they said 'reeked of negligence' and they really investigated everything...soon they found out she was a runaway, and apparently some mares had been peeking in on me with her. I was a little rough and I was never one to take no for an answer. I swear on my mother, she always by the end had a good time and was glad I did it with her! Then they found..." she started to tear up.

The thought of being "rough" with a filly gave me chills. I regretted digging deep, as now I knew that Lightning was here for the same thing as me. I almost wanted to cry with her now.

She resumed, words punctuated by sobs "...matching diamond earrings, her size and mine, hidden away in the bottom of the filly's personal stuff. She was gonna propose to me! The...the bastards wanted to send me away for raping a pony that was gonna marry me!"

My mouth opened in shock. This filly must've been an absolute basket case. Then again, Filthy has always treated me as his personal slut, ever since the day my parents gave me away like some care basket, and I only stopped hating him when my daughter was born. Thinking about all this threw me well into depression, and I couldn't even bother to listen to whatever Lightning was murmuring on about.

Some time later, I realized we were both hugging silently. "Lightning..."

"Yeah, Spoiled?" she replied.

"I'm sorry about your lover. I think I understand now. You...you know why I'm here, right?" I asked.

I regretted it instantly, as she looked insulted. "Yeah, I heard you thought your daughter's sexy little butt would look better with a bottle of wine sticking out. You think you've been through what I have? Your daughter and husband are safe at home enjoying apple pie and dainty little juice boxes while my fiancee is in Tartarus being sucked off by monsters made of teeth!" She began to growl and rolled to sit atop me.

I began to shake slightly. "W-wait, maybe we can-" I begged.

She interrupted me with an intimidating voice and angry glare so intense it made me pee a little. "NO! I have had it with you listening to my sob stories and pretending like you get me so you can distract me from taking what I want! You're nothing but a spoiled bitch! Now I'm going to sit on your face, and you know what I expect of you! Understand?"

I gulped and nodded weakly while tears rolled down from my eyes. My true punishment was coming, and I had brought it all upon myself. For a moment I wondered if it might not be so bad, if Pegasus flatulence tasted of rainbows, but then I remembered that rainbows taste awful. At least the other hole couldn't possibly taste as bad. It was little solace, given I was about to be reduced to a common slut.

Within moments, she got up a little, turned around, and sat right down. Her aim was a little off, so I had to adjust slightly. She then punched me in the gut, presumably to ensure I needed to breathe soon after. I prepared to, literally this time, insert my snout below her tail and pucker up.

A Bottle of Whiskey

When the next morning came, I thankfully didn't mistake Lightning Dust for my husband this time. I was paralyzed in her embrace, unable to stop thinking about the night before. I thought for a moment about how only a poor pony would do something like that, but I found myself no longer with the confidence to degrade another like that in my mind, and the idea melted away. I felt helpless, like Lightning could tear me apart if she wanted, even though she was still sound asleep. I began to wonder if this is how a broke pony feels, and if that's how it became a synonym for being bitless.

I did everything I could to prevent from breaking down into tears. Luckily for me, Lightning eventually got up with a yawn and casually strolled to the toilet to urinate as if I wasn't even there. While it was perhaps the ultimate disrespect to ignore me like that, it was better than her usual antics, and let me stew in my slightly-soiled sheets a long while.

Eventually, however, I had to get up for the eggs and waffle breakfast, and to relieve myself before I made the sheets completely-soiled. Lightning had a devious smirk the whole time, like she was waiting for me to fall into her trap by saying something; I decided it best to keep quiet and let her make the first move as I chewed my food. It was only after a while that I realized this too was a disrespect, she was manipulating me into not doing my usual tactic of establishing dominance with verbal questioning...

Before I could really dwell on whether I had been completely outmaneuvered at my own game after what amounted to, effectively, breaking the rules, Moondancer showed up. "How are we doing today? I'm going to be doing another round of physical examinations to make sure you two are alright."

Lightning grinned. "I'm feeling excellent, much better than yesterday."

I gulped slightly, and hesitated as I spoke. "I-I'm okay." It was technically true, if taken to mean physically.

Moondancer seemed to tell something was up with the look she was giving, but thankfully she didn't pry. "Alright, same deal as before, come along."

Lightning gave me a look like I was a piece of meat as she trotted past, and brushed my nose with her tail. It gave me chills, as it reminded me of rich colts who'd trot past poorer fillies that really had no choice; it was intended to intimidate them in a way that wouldn't upset the common ponies seeing it in the street.

After a few moments, I trotted along too, hoping that knowing the examination process would make it more bearable, so that I could hold things together.

I'd been lost in thought about Filthy and Diamond as my blood pressure was taken, wondering what they thought of me. With my mind elsewhere, I didn't even notice my tail being lifted until there was a cold rectal thermometer, unlubricated this time, being jammed inside me. I gasped loudly, then squirmed and hyperventilated slightly.

Moondancer quickly yanked it out, which made me both panic more and let out a fart, then chuckled. "Woops, forgot the gel. Sorry, just try to relax."

Easy for her to say. As Lightning Dust broke out into a fit of laughter only broken by a surprised moan, my mind was back to my thoughts during the first physical exam, about how I was nothing but a test subject to her, and it was not helped at all when she again didn't warn me about the insertion. If my father hadn't drilled into my head as a filly the importance of appearing strong in non-private settings, I would've sobbed right there and then.

When we were finally done and trotting back, Lightning had the gall to smack and grope my rear in front of Moondancer, her assistant, and the guards, then keep her wing on it the whole way to the cell. I kept silent, knowing talking would only lead to further humiliation.

Moondancer whispered something to her assistant about a psychological examination before they left us be.

"So, ready for a surprise, my little slut?" asked Lightning Dust.

I sighed, and tried to muster some kind of snide reply, but what came out was rather weak. "If it's up your butt right now, my tongue's too short."

Lightning chuckled. "No, no, it's a little too big for that, and you'd know from what you did to your daughter."

That last remark stung worse than a hundred wasps could dream of, and finally broke me. Tears ran down my face, so I looked down to hide it as I tried to distract by pointing out the oddness of what she said. "S-surely, you couldn't get a wine bottle here."

Lightning pulled something from out under the bed, not having noticed I was crying yet. "Whiskey, actually. Much easier to acquire, and I've got some friends in the guard. I figure I'll share some with ya, since you've been so good."

She lifted up my chin with her hoof, and I knew I couldn't hide it any longer. I sniffled slightly, my cheeks streaked with wetness. Lightning's smile seemed to crack a little before it slowly vanished. "Oh, uh...hey, look, just cause you're my bitch in here doesn't mean you've gotta...do that. Come on, huh, a few sips of this and you'll forget your worries."

I took a moment to collect myself, but it was difficult in the midst of my sobbing. I couldn't believe that she thought a single present like this would help after what she'd done, but I knew that there weren't many other options, and that I wanted her to stay in a kind mood as long as possible. "I...suppose." I said as I wiped away some tears with my hoof.

She got out a cup and poured some for me. It wasn't long before we were both very drunk, as the empty bottle would need to be taken away during the night by the guard on watch.

There are parts of that night I still don't remember, but I'm pretty sure that Lightning tried to apologize, and ended up crying herself a little while I sat on her belly. I don't think I bought her excuses that it was the only way to get me to stop antagonizing her, but I wasn't in much of a state to argue as I told her she was "smoking hot" while I accidentally farted and peed on her. She'd never let me live that one down, claiming I in fact could've prevented some of the contents of my bladder from soaking her. I'm actually not entirely sure that she's wrong, as I figure I could've gotten off her when I lost control, but I don't remember whether I didn't for revenge or just inability to think in time.

What I remember quite clearly is late that night, long after we finished the bottle and were actually becoming less drunk and a little less urine-soaked, that we started to make out on the filthy bed, and proceeded to go all the way. Filthy wishes he could make me scream that loud so many times in one night.

By the time we'd cuddled up and were too tired to stay awake much longer, I was almost feeling like things would be okay. Deep down, I hated Lightning for what she'd done, but my early days with Filthy had prepared me for accepting somepony even when you truly want to put a cactus in their every orifice much, much more than you wanted to make dirty love with them.

A Warm Embrace

When morning came, my head was pounding worse than the day after my wedding, my throat was drier than Somnambula, and my bladder was begging for release like a pony in Tartarus. I dared not open my eyes, as through my eyelids I could tell the morning sunshine coming through the window would make me regret it. I struggled to recall the events of the night previous. Something involving losing control while trying to tell a dirty joke to my...my...marefriend?! I shook my head a little, nearly waking up said mare, and remembered that I had most definitely broken my wedding vows getting it on with a very low class pony. I briefly considered whether I should tell Filthy next time we get into an argument, and blame him for it, it'd really shut him up...

Groaning, I realized that getting some water down my throat and emptying my bladder would at least solve a few of the sources of misery, and then I'd be able to go back to bed or do some proper thinking. I slowly rolled out of bed, pulling the sheets down as they helped prevent me slamming into the floor.

Before I had untangled myself from the sheets, a guard burst in with a cup of lukewarm tea. "Drink this, it's got some stuff that'll help with the hangover."

I complied as I took a peek out of my eyes, then, with his help, got on the toilet just in time. "So, you one of Lightning Dust's friends?"

The guard hesitated a moment before making a speech just loud enough to be heard over my rear's sputter and the splatter of urine. "I wouldn't go as far as 'friend'. Luna knew she needed help since before the incident, and has some of us keep tabs on her. This was the most I could do without messing up the experiment. Don't tell Lightning Dust, she's prideful and may not like a princess helping her." He left another cup of tea on the floor and trotted out.

I gave a slight nod, and returned to bed with my needs dealt with. I swapped positions with Lightning so she wouldn't climb over me to do the same, and nestled up under the sheets where it was nicely and warm and dark.

When I awoke, Lightning was slapping my side. "Hey get up, ya bum! Moondancer's here."

I groaned and rolled over, still not entirely recovered. "What is it today? Needles directly into my self-confidence to find out if I'm a wimp?"

Moondancer gave a little snort of air, perhaps finding it at least a little amusing. "Afraid not. No examinations today, to let you two cool off. Might help with your clear increase in stress since coming here."

Lightning cheered and managed to break her teacup. I just sighed. "Nice. ...wait, does that mean we'll just be in this cell all day?"

Moondancer nodded. "An excess of time spent in intimate circumstances with a stranger is the method of this, after all. We have exercise equipment we can bring in if you need to work off some energy, although from what I've seen, you two can do that well enough on your own together."

My cheeks slightly reddened and I wanted to punch her, but she was on the other side of the transparent cell door. It was one thing to end up in a prison relationship with a lowly pony, but to be spied on and called out? The nerve!

Lightning, of course, just chuckled once she finished cheering. "Oh, she's very good at it! A tongue like hers can get a mare anywhere if you lick the right place!"

I sighed again. "Can you just uh...give us some alone time, Moondancer?"

She smiled, nodded, and trotted away without a word. For a bit I wondered just how a mare could be so responsive and yet mess up so much socially to begin with. Maybe it was deliberate, mindgames to mess with me so I could become like putty in her hooves and be molded into a perfect friend.

As usual, Lightning didn't want me lost in thought, and slapped my face with her butt. "Equestria to Spoiled! Hello? I asked if you wanted to play truth or dare!"

Oh no, I'd been so lost in thought I'd actually ignored her! Maybe it was my own behavior I needed to worry about, as even if Lightning didn't necessarily care about me acting rude, I was definitely not on top of my game, and that's dangerous around a pony like her. "Uh...um...how about we just do truth, and tell each other stories, for now? I can um...do dares later, after the hangover's completely over."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. So, why'd you do it?"

My eyes went slightly wide, but I thought I could at least delay it by playing dumb. "Um...did...what?"

"You know, the wine bottle up your daughter's poop chute. Feel good to give her what-for?" she asked, coldly but with a little chuckle at the end.

I took a moment to collect myself before answering. "It did, for a moment..."

I told her everything as best I could remember. It may have been a mess of fragments and feelings and horror, but it actually felt good to get it off my chest, and Lightning seemed to want to listen.

After a few rounds of that, I decided to read some books, while Lightning used a little exercise bike. As the sun began to set, Lightning got off to give me a hug I was most definitely not expecting. "Um..."

Lightning pulled away slightly and glared. "Oh, don't start with the dramatic crap! All I'm doin' is a little gesture cause the way I figure it, we either get along or we both tear each other in half ass to nose. Now, ya up for truth and dare like we talked about, or are you just gonna stammer for the hundredth time?"

I blinked before putting on a somewhat mean face. "Right...truth! Your siblings ever made you cry like a little bitch?"

Lightning gave me a slight smooch before giggling. "Now you're thinking like me! Several times, but I always hid it. One good way was to immediately sit on them and pretend I was only mad! So, dare! I dare you to drink out of the toilet!"

"Yuck" I said to both things. Well, this was what I signed up for, so I began trotting, and made sure to flush it first, just in case.

Lightning was giggling like mad. It was gonna be a long night.

The next morning was quite...awkward. Lightning decided we should have a bit of fun after breakfast, and so we were laid there in a daze afterwards with her sitting on my snout when Moondancer walked in. Lightning had the gall to fart right then and there to show dominance. At least it confirmed Moondancer was capable of disgust. In spite of all that, the psychological examination determined we were doing fine.

In fact, better than fine. I was getting...actually somewhat comfortable in this wretched place. After a few more days, I was calling Lightning honey. Sure, she acted like a jerk sometimes, but she always made up for it and I was having more fun with her than I'd had in years. I knew, of course, this couldn't last, but also that Filthy had better treat me right when I get home...

On what we were told would be our last night there together, I cuddled up into her warmth and thought about seeing my daughter again. It still pained me to think about what I'd done, but I think I knew what to say to her now, and if I could forgive Lightning Dust, maybe I could forgive myself.

Epilog: A Lovely Home

Spoiled comes home, having been gone a month. Diamond Tiara will barely look at her.

Spoiled breaks down into tears, apologizing.

Filthy Rich is shocked, urges Tiara to hug her mother.

The filly reluctantly agrees.

Spoiled says she'll make it all better by getting to know Diamond's friends.

Diamond says nothing.

Spoiled says it'll be a long road.

When morning came, I felt to my side where Lightning Dust should be, but found just the sheets. I opened my eyes and looked over, and she was sitting on the toilet, with the seat down.

"Hey...Spoiled?" she asked with a solemn look.

"Yeah?" I asked, having a feeling I knew what she was gonna say.

She looked right in my eyes. "You were...you were alright, ya know? I'm gonna miss ya."

It wasn't much, but it was something. "Hmph, and I suppose you aren't entirely terrible. Make sure to give the next mare a taste of Tartarus for me, it's only fair."

She chuckled as Moondancer and some guards approached. "Well, get goin' before I cry or somethin' and look weak in front of the stallions!"

I slowly got out of bed with a groan. "Already? I have to piss so bad!"

Lightning lost it.

I looked at her, confused, and noticed that the others were staring at me too. It took me a moment to realize I'd said the worst swear since the time Filthy surprised me with an unlubricated feather duster in my rear while I was trying to clean. I began to blush slightly and trotted to Moondancer. "Right, well, I think I've had enough of this place, and I'm sure I can hold it a little while."

Moondancer nodded and escorted me out.

As we left, Lightning was still caught in a fit of laughter, snorting a bit. I can't say for certain that she broke wind, but I really hope she at least didn't wet herself...would be quite embarrassing to manage to do so on a toilet. Good thing the guards aren't the mocking sort.

I pondered a moment about who would replace me. "So, will she get another cellmate?"

Moondancer nodded. "Do you recall the, erm, magical outage last week?"

I recalled the few days we were kept in our cells while all the guards save one left. "Yeah...what was that all about? I take it Equestria was in danger to yet another villain with too much time on their hands that wanted to take over? Seems like it's a monthly occurrence."

"That villain was a crazy filly. She acted all sweet and playful, but she was scheming with Tirek to use magical artifacts to drain all magic and take over the world from Twilight's school. The princesses were hesitant, but I convinced them it was worth a shot with how well you did. Besides, the filly is just a pegasus, so what's the worst that could happen?" Moondancer gave a little smirk that made me very uncomfortable.

I shuddered a bit thinking about what kind of filly could plot with that monstrosity, and how Lightning would probably try to seduce her...and maybe succeed. "Well, sounds like she would...suit her."

"We'll see." Moondancer said coldly.

I made a mental note to avoid this facility for at least the next month.

After the handover to the guards in a fancy airborne carriage, I took a moment to realize just how much I missed a little bit of privacy. Nopony was looking at me! I briefly considered opening a window to relieve myself in the manner Lightning Dust insisted was best, with a hope that ponies below aren't looking up, but decided that I had indulged myself far too much in antics like hers. Ponyville wasn't that far, anyways.

Once on the ground again, I came face to face with my husband, and a sad-looking Diamond Tiara. I rushed over and gave them both a hug. "I'm so sorry!"

Filthy sighed and patted me. He didn't say anything, which told me he was trying to hide that he was crying.

Diamond, however, was not so quiet. "Mom, it's okay, really! I missed you... Just...please don't hurt me again, okay? Dad said you'd get better."

That one made Filthy sniffle. Foals are so innocent. She probably didn't even know I was drunk at the time. "I promise, sweetheart, and I did. How about we all go home and play a board game? Something we can all enjoy."

Diamond broke the hug. "Uh, mom? I thought you said those games were for foals?"

Silly me to underestimate, a filly's memory, let alone my own offspring. I instinctively reached for an excuse before settling on something relatively close to the truth instead. "Right, well, I just think we need to do something together, so we can be more of a family again." I broke the hug hesitantly, hoping Filthy had finished with his few tears.

He smiled a bit and looked between of us. "Agreed. Glad you're back, sweetheart. Perhaps I should find out just what horrible experiments they did to get you acting this way later!"

I thought about slapping him right then and there for such a demeaning joke, but instead chuckled and came up with a witty reply. "Oh, I'm afraid you'll need to do quite a bit to make me part with the secrets of Mistress Moondancer the Magnificent and her array of high-class techniques. Maybe we can see later." I finished with a wink, which got him blushing very, very slightly.

Diamond clearly didn't get it, giving me a confused look. "Mom, let's go, you're acting like Apple Bloom after she's had too much cider, but without the burps."

"That's only cause I haven't had a breakfast fit for a princess yet!" I replied, making both facehoof slightly as we got trotting. Our lovely home wasn't far away, and was absolutely spotless when I arrived, indicating that Filthy had realized for once just how much I meant to him. I gave him a thankful smooch.