A long sigh passed over Applejack’s lips as the group was sealed inside their plush enclosure. At first sight the whole thing was almost obscene in its decadence, the kind of interior that would befit a Canterlot noble. Every surface was soft and trimmed with gold, the faint scent of lavender hung in the air, it would have been impressive, had she not known how it had been financed.

She turned, drinking in the entirety of the surroundings but stopped about halfway, when her view was to the door through which they had entered. Her brother was still by the entrance, leaning against the wall, but there was a large open space where Fluttershy was supposed to be

“How may I serve you tonight Master?”

Without making a sound the lithe animal keeper had fallen to her knees, kneeling with hands clasped neatly in her lap and a look of total deference in her round, doe-eyes.

“Muh – Master?!”

“Oh, she can be so overly formal.” Rarity intoned with a roll of her eyes. “I know that a man of your exquisite tastes requires more than a simple slave, but she can be rather set in her ways.”

“I don’t need to call you ‘Master’. Came an interjection from below, a quavering tone as if sensing disappointment “Some people prefer Owner, or Sir, if it makes you happy, I’ll call you anything you want.”

“But why call me that at all?” Applejack didn’t really want an answer, things were already moving faster than she could handle, but she had been left in the dark for so long that curiosity was outpacing her better judgement. “Just cause’ it sounds nice? You’re just sposed’ta what? Dance around? Bring me stuff?... Right?”

“Oh Darling, we can do so much more for you than that.” Rarity took the freckled farmer’s hand in hers and brought it up under the wide-open edge of her gaping latex outfit. Before she could react, Applejack felt her fingers sinking into her friend’s more than ample chest, open palm to her warm, supple flesh, as the temptress guided her up and down along her silky-smooth skin.

“We can do anything your heart desires.”

Rarity pressed closer clearly indifferent to Applejack’s almost palpable discomfort.

“I could see the way you were watching me up on stage, I know this is what you were looking for.”

Applejack managed to wrench her hand free, but Rarity was already on to her next play. The suffocating spandex of her bodysuit was no doubt grateful as it was peeled aside at either edge, finally freed from the strain of its host’s immodest curves, their paper white now fully visible in the dimmed light.

“What’re you? -”

“Shhhhh, just let me take care of everything.”

The way Rarity looked at her in that moment, it was intoxicating.

It was a look she had long since grown accustomed to seeing on others, but always directed at one of her friends. More rarely she had seen just the opposite, the same incandescent spark alight in one of those whom she knew best, but always trained elsewhere, no matter how badly she wished it were for her. It was something she didn’t think about much, or didn’t let herself think about, but for that instant, under the blinding spotlight of Rarity’s attention, feeling like an object of true desire, it was paralytic.

“You’re quite strong aren’t you?” Rarity refused to relent; and Applejack found herself barely resisting, as the bombshell undid the buttons of her shirt with exactly the ease one would expect from a master seamstress.

“Rare please -.”

“That stomach, those arms, I love a man who takes care of himself.” The feel of her touch on bare skin was electric, sending tingles everywhere the delicately maintained fingers travelled.

“But there’s one part of you I’d like to get my hands on even more.”

Still, the feel of a hand slithering down under her belt was more of a shock than a simple tingle, and the incapacity that had held the blonde in place disappeared in an instant.

“G – Get offa’ me!” The reaction was instinct in its entirety, she shoved the larger woman back, sending her tripping backward over heels ill-disposed towards balance, and landing on her generous rear.

“Oh my gosh! Rare, I’m sorry I didn’t mean ta -.”

Before the apology could even be spoken the aesthete was already back on her feet, eagerly returning to her previous proximity while Fluttershy remained planted on the floor. “No need to apologise Darling, if I had known you preferred to play rough with your toys, I would have made an offer sooner.”

“T - toys?”

“I should go get some of the equipment we keep in the back, she may not look like it, but Angelique can work wonders with a whip and riding crop.”

“You… you want ’er to hurt you?”

“Well only if you wouldn’t rather do it yourself.” That was the last straw. Applejack gripped onto Rarity’s arms and shook her out of her wistful reverie, ripped off her hat, and stared up into her wistful sapphire eyes.

“Rare… do ya’ know who I am?”

“Of course I do darling.” For the first time that night a feeling of relief crested over the inky blackness that had coloured AJ’s every emotion, but the euphoria was unfortunately short lived. “You are the handsomest, most special man in the world, and I will do anything to make you feel as good as you deserve.”

A long silence followed her exaltation, as Applejack stared up at her utterly earnest expression, every one of her elegantly made up features indicating that she believed each word she had just said.

“Do – Do ya know who you are?”

The second answer was just as emphatic, and self assured as the first. “I am whatever you wish me to be, you bought us, and for the next several hours we are merely your property, mind, body, and soul.”

Applejack’s eyes shifted to Fluttershy, who remained fixed in place, a slight nod of her head acting as her approval, and then to her brother, whose expression remained impassive.

“But yur’ not…”

“Perhaps my gracious guest requires a demonstration of our devotion to his every want and desire.” ‘Recherche’ turned to her prostrate companion and snapped her fingers. “Slave, clean your Master’s boots.”

For the first time since they entered, Fluttershy came to life. Without a hint of hesitation the kneeling woman leapt forward, her tongue on faux-leather before Applejack could even react.

“W-What the heck is she doin’?!”

“Just what I told her to do.” Applejack felt her heel pried up from the floor, the normally reserved woman setting about scouring the bottom of her boot with purpose, repetition, and a complete absence of conflict. “It’s a good thing too, not to offend but those things are absolutely filthy.”

“I knew that! Make er’ stop!”

“She’s yours to command, if you want her to stop you need only tell her so.”

Applejack looked from the designer before her to the animal keeper eagerly kissing a licking the heel of her boot, stuck, they were her friends, she couldn’t ‘command’ them to do anything…

“Of course, I suppose I could do it for you, if that’s what you prefer.” Her fingers clicked again, drawing Fluttershy’s immediate attention. “That’s enough slave.” Fluttershy’s impassioned efforts at cleaning ending the second the order left Rarity’s lips. “Slave, seat.”

Fluttershy rose from her prostrate posture at Applejack’s feet, propped up on her hands and knees with her back rigid and head staring straight downward. As if it were the most natural thing in the world Rarity planted herself upon the bowed woman, crossing her legs comfortably while Fluttershy puffed slightly under the sudden influx of weight.

“You see? Anything your heart desires, you need only to speak it and she will obey, isn’t that right slave?” Applejack watched Rarity slide the thin black strap that sat between Fluttershy’s legs out of place, working a finger in and out of her slit, as casually as if she were playing with a strand of hair. “Y – Yes, anything Master wishes.”

“And – and what about you?” Applejack asked, knowing, but fearing the answer that would come.

“I’m just like her, a servant to your every whim, If you’d prefer me to be an obedient, mindless slave like or a brutal domineering mistress we’ll gladly oblige. We will do anything you ask of us.”

Applejack hesitated for a moment, knowing she was likely shining a light on something better left unexamined, but needing more information all the same. “What do people ask you to do.”

Rarity’s face seemed to light up at the question, only further disquieting her already uncomfortable interlocutor.

“Oh lots of things! My most recent owner was very keen to punish my tits, he said he just loved the way my perfect, milky-white skin showed every little mark.” Her voice was filled with the kind of enthusiasm that normally appeared only when discussing matters of fashion or high society, her hands cupping the subjects of her ‘boast’, still trying to entice Applejack to some depraved action.

“Of course, he couldn’t afford both of us, few people are as well endowed as you are.” Applejack’s skin crawled. “In a situation like this you could each have one of us.” She said gesturing to the mute still near the entrance. “But if there’s someone in particular you fancy, either of us can accommodate the pair of you at the same time.”

Rarity’s makeshift stool squealed under her breath, rocking slightly under the weight she was made to support, reminding AJ that she was still there. “If you feel the need to get a little warmed up first she and I could put on a show together first, I know exactly what this little whore likes.”

“Is there…Is there anythin’ else?”

“I’ve been told that I’m a good little cocksucker, but I don’t think I’m all that speciallllllll!” Fluttershy interjected briefly before her voice disappeared into a sharp shriek. Rarity’s finger now joined by another, spreading her ‘chair’s’ slit wide while her free hand took hold of locks of pale pink hair and yanked them upward. “I don’t believe our master was addressing you slave.”

“Don’t talk to er’ like that!”

Rarity blanched at the outburst, but only for a moment, soon she was back to smiling, clearly looking just as pleased for having roused an order out of Applejack as Applejack was disgusted for having given it.

“As you say Master.”

Applejack was at her limit, this was just… too weird. Everything was wrong, her friends were… these weren’t her friends, and her brother was just there, not saying anything, not doing anything? She needed to leave, they all did, she couldn’t let Rarity or Fluttershy stay here, not like this.

“Kin’ we get out of here?” She asked, the question not necessarily directed at ‘Recherche’ so much as it was to the room.

“You can take us anywhere within the town limits, as long as we leave at a reasonable hour.” Came Rarity’s over eager response. “But if you ask me, time spent walking is time that could be better spent doing something a lot more fun.”

She ignored Rarity, and turned to her brother, still watching in stoic silence. “Is there a way to get outta’ here?” She looked down at her would-be travel companions a moment. “Maybe without bein’ seen.” The front was always, presumably an option, but any unnecessary attention, any opportunity for someone to notice something off, or to interfere, was best not left to chance.

He remained quiet for another moment she guessed he was just thinking things through, it had been a long day, for both of them, even if he didn’t show it. “There’s a back exit we kin’ use.”

“C’mon then, we’re goin’.” She turned to Rarity, still perched upon her erstwhile seat, bright pink lips curled into an unnerving smile. “Kin’ you get off’a her please?”

“At once Master.” Applejack scowled as she bent lower, offering a hand to Fluttershy who dutifully accepted. “I’m gonna be callin’ you Rarity and Fluttershy, think you kin’ handle that?”

“Hmmm, usually when owners ask for a name a change its something like ‘Sugar Tits’ or ‘Fuck Bunny’”

“Or ‘Suck Machine’.” Fluttershy interjected.

“But ‘Rarity’ is quite a pretty name too I suppose.”

“And you kin call me Applejack stead'a Master.”

“As you wish Applejack.” The tone of her voice left AJ feeling guilty, if only for a second. She’d almost prefer going back to ‘Master’ if it meant not listening to her name spoken that way, but something so trivial wasn’t really at issue right now.

“Let’s get the heck outta’ here.”

Mac opened the door and lead the quartet out into the dingy hallway, taking them back out toward the open space of the foyer while Applejack brought up the rear. It occurred to her, as they navigated their way further into the building’s innards, how perversely fortunate she was that neither of her friends were thinking straight.

Rarity, perhaps could have suffered through the scandal of laying herself so fully on display, if anything it would be the ‘unladylike’ behaviour that would bother her most. Even as they trudged their way forward, she turned back every so often, pulling some part of her clingy ensemble aside and flashing Applejack a peak at whatever she thought would get the largest response, or occasionally making some obscene gesture with her hands. Still, she was more resilient than people suspected, but Fluttershy was different story.

Applejack had seen more of her tonight than she had in all the years they had known one another. If she knew that at this moment her, friends, let alone total strangers could see almost every last centimetre of her it would drive her to hysterics, and if she knew the only thing left to provide cover was made of leather… well it didn’t matter, she could worry about that once they were safe. She would take them straight to the castle, Twilight could help, she could protect them, and fix them, and then probably flatten the building while she was at it. Bringing them there dressed like this would be a horrendous task, but the alternative was worse, she’d make it work somehow, they just needed to go.

Moving towards the rearmost wall, she could feel the anticipation. An end to this painful ordeal finally in sight, a chance to get finally get some answers. Mac opened it wide, and into the aperture they stepped, into the darkness one final time.

The door clicked closed and the group was plunged into total darkness.

“Where to now Mac?”

Silently he lead them a few metres forward before stopping abruptly. The lights in the room came to life and Applejack felt his massive hands on her shoulders exerting his full weight on her and spinning her 180 degrees, facing the entrance through which they had just entered. As her eyes adjusted, she found that they weren’t alone, and those that she saw, she recognised instantly.

“Pinkie!”

Without really thinking she rushed forward, it had felt like an eternity since they had been in the same room together, let alone face to face, but Mac’s grip on her only tightened and stalled her momentum before it started.

She did her best to turn, and saw him stone-faced, beyond his usual stoicism he looked almost empty, and as she turned to face Pinkie Pie again, she noticed much the same thing. As her vision expanded, Starlight and Rainbow Dash came into view, all in varying states of undress and a chill wound its way up her spine.

“Mac?”

He didn’t move.

“Let go’ve me we gotta’ get the others.”

His grip only tightened.

“Sorry, but he doesn’t work for you anymore.”

“He’s gotten a better offer.”

From out of the shadows emerged two well dressed men, identical in their lanky stature and over groomed appearance, save for a ridiculous mustache that made it possible to tell them apart.

Applejack glowered the instant she saw them. “You two.”

“I told you she’d remember us.”

“When you’re right, you’re right, I guess she’s not quite as stupid as I thought.”

Of course, she remembered them, two of the most reprehensible people she had ever had the misfortune of meeting now stood before her, an almost palpable aura of arrogance and self satisfaction radiating from them as they stepped fully into the light.

“The Flim-Flam Brothers.”

“The Amazing Flim-Flam Brothers ®.”

“We’ve got a brand to maintain after all.”

Barely ten seconds had passed, and she was already sick of them, merely being in their presence was rapidly taking her from angry to furious, feelings of rage quickly approaching the point at which they would boil over.

The lights in the room expanded and more fully illuminated her friends, standing at attention, staring off into the void, all in varying states of undress, reminiscent of how she had found both Rarity and Fluttershy, but lacking even the most basic signs of personality or awareness. The only indication that it was them and not some bizarrely realistic imitations was the rise and fall of their chests, coming in eerily perfect unison with one another.

“What’ve you done to my friends?” She asked through gritted teeth.

“Our employees.” One of them corrected, an imperious timbre to his voice.

“They’re not your employees, they’d never work for creeps like you, they’re my friends.”

The other heaved a sigh, looking in her direction, but more through than at her. “Recherche and Angelique, your services are no longer required, please return immediately.”

All at once Rarity and Fluttershy stood bolt upright, taking rigid steps away from Applejack and towards the pair of slimy businessmen across the room.

“Wait! Rare, Shy don’t go!” As the pair began to shrink away there was little indication that they had heard her, not even a hint that they had acknowledged her entreaty.

“Let me go Mac, let me go!” Her brother remained steadfast his hands planted firmly. “Recherche! Angelique!” she shouted in desperation. “I – I order you to stop, right now!”

The pair faltered, if only for a moment, frozen mid step, equidistant between her and the brothers at the mid point of the room.

“I order you to come back here.” She said, a dark, hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach as she watched the gears grind in her friend’s heads, turning towards her with an unnatural slowness, the conflict shining through in every rough movement.

Flam sighed and moved closer, closing the distance between them. “Seems like we might have trained them a little too well.”

“I warned you about all that ‘the customer is always right’ stuff.”

Flam laid a hand on Rarity first, midway through her about-face, placing his palm on her forehead.

“Recherche, you are a defective product and are being recalled.”

The purple-haired aesthete’s inconsistent momentum halted entirely, looking to be frozen in time as hands that had no business near her rested on her brow with a disturbing air of familiarity.

“Defective…product…understood.”

He then moved to Fluttershy and, seconds later she too was turned around, taking robotic, empty steps towards the far wall.

“Stop! Fluttershy Stop! I order you to come back here!” the words tasted like ashes in her mouth, she was disgusted speaking them, her anguish made all the worse by the fact that they had no effect whatsoever. “You – You can’t go with them!” She needed to stop them, she needed to do something, anything. “You belong to me, you can’t go!”

“Friends eh? those didn’t sound like the kind of things someone says to their friends.”

Applejack could only watch as they took their place next to the rest of the group, a complete set save for herself and Twilight. Her breathing was coming in short, rattling bursts, but she needed to calm down. She needed to be strong. If she was going to get out of this, if she was going to help them, she couldn’t let these assholes get to her, not again.

“No matter what you did to them, they’re not your employees.” She hissed, doing her best to sound intimidating.

“You’re right, technically I think we have them labelled as office equipment, saves on taxes.” Applejack suppressed a retch.

“I knew you two were low, that ya took it hard the last time I beat you, but goin’ this far? Even for you two this just awful.”

“There is no ‘low’, we’re just supplying a demand.” Flim replied with proud indifference.

“And you didn’t ‘beat’ us last time, you cheated.” She had almost forgotten how obnoxious it was, the way they finished each others sentences, taking turns to top the others smarmy affect, everything about them made her sick to her stomach.

“So what? Your plan was to come to my town and do… something to my friends, my brother, to use them for this… thing? All just cause’ you couldn’t manage to run a decent cider business.”

Flam’s face twisted into something angry, something uglier than it had already been. “You. cheated.” He spat, giving her an idea in the process. “And we don’t believe in revenge, there’s no profit in it.”

“We are selling fantasies here! Dreams!”

“We picked this town because there was an ample supply of untapped, high-quality product.” Flam paced back and forth as he spoke, stopping at Pinkie Pie. “A wide variety for which we could charge top dollar!” The fingers of his left hand sank into her tummy as he spoke, the right mussing with a mop of curly pink hair, her head lolling back and forth without even a trace of resistance. “Afterall, who wouldn’t want to spend some… quality time, with the most famous and beloved party planner in all of Equestria?” It took everything Applejack had not to thrash and scream, every second she allowed them to spend near her friends felt like the worst sort of betrayal.

“Maybe you’ve grown tired to high society snobs looking down at you.” He had moved onto Rarity now, taking great pains to deliberately taunt Applejack it seemed. “And all you want is to take one of them down a peg.” The crack of skin on skin echoed through the semi-darkness, a bright red handprint now stained one of Rarity’s cheeks. Her head jerked with the force, but that aside there was no reaction whatsoever, she returned to looking straight ahead as if it never happened, but Applejack felt the pain just as much as if it were her own.

Finally, he settled on Rainbow Dash, and for a split second rage turned to fear. “Or maybe…” He bent practically in half to reach down to her level, his hand slithering its way around her torso and down to her waist. Fingers slipped into Dash’s miniscule pink shorts, emerging slick only a second later. His hand rose up to her face, effortlessly slipping between her lips, and Rainbow Dash, without any instruction, with an almost reflexive automation, began to suck and lick the intrusive appendages. “Maybe you’ve just always wanted to fuck a Wonderbolt.”

The faint taste of iron emerged in her mouth, a thin trickle of blood as her jaw clenched harder, but still she put on her best impression of a calm, collected voice.

“So you expect me ta’ believe that you got my brother and most’a my friends here together, just for the heck’ve it? Without ever thinkin’ about how badly you’n’urs got whopped?”

“Well once we knew you were spying on us, we decided messing with you was probably within our budget.” He took a step away from Dash as he spoke, a good start, but not enough.

“Of course, we still needed compensation, once your brother and I became more acquainted he mentioned a certain someone kept the farms finances rather close to her chest.”

Closer still.

“So of course we had him convince you to bring what paltry sum you had to pay for this whole thing. Taking our most popular attractions out of circulation is pretty pricey, even if its just for a night”

“Once we had that, leaving you to spend time with those two was just a bit of fun, a little goof until you tried to leave. To be honest I’m surprised you didn’t take longer, he told us all about how mopey you’ve been without your little pals to spend time with.”

He was almost within arms reach now, Flim stood off to the side, evidently bored with the line of questioning, but Flam was getting more stuck in by the second.

“You did us a favour though, coming through the back, he had orders to drag you here if necessary, which could've made quite the scene.”

“Just be honest, this whole thing, all of it only happened cause’ I made the big bad businessmen feel small, that’s why you waited till’ now to pull me in, an’ that’s why you’re drawin’ this out.”

His face twisted into a cruel sort of smile, but he didn’t budge, she just needed a little him to move, just a little bit more.

“We didn’t ‘wait’ to do you, we weren’t going to do you at all, sure we picked out some lower tier talent to fill out the ranks, to provide for those who can’t afford to go top-shelf, but at the end of the day we’re running a business, and we need people to pay…”

Finally he approached, leaning over so that they were practically nose to nose, a condescending glint in his eye as he looked down at her.

“And well, who would ever pay to see you?”

Applejacks’s right leg shot upward with all the force she could muster, connecting with Flam’s chin, lifting him off of the ground and sending him reeling backward. It was hard to overstate the pleasure that came with that one fluid motion, how good it felt in that one brief moment to see that slimeball’s face contorted in surprise and pain, but it was a moment she couldn’t savour for long.

Her foot slammed downward, her heel striking her brother’s foot with the weight of a sledgehammer. He said nothing, but she felt his hands loosen, it was just a little, but it was all she needed. Her fingers dug into his arm as best they could, whipping downward and pulling the behemoth over her shoulder, he was more than twice her size, but she had leverage and experience on her side, powered by determination born of crisis and anger.

The room shook with the sound of her brother colliding with the floor, crushing the salesman underneath like the slug he was. There was a sickening pang of guilt, but she buried it as deeply as she could, tried not to think about it, her only option was forward, Mac would be fine.

Vaulting over the collapsed pair, she bolted towards the door. Flim shrieked off to one side.

“Stop her you morons!”

“Get the other one.” His twin wheezed from underneath her brother’s enormous weight.

The delicate, familiar feeling of Rarity’s magic took hold of her arm, along with another odd sensation upon her leg. If she couldn’t see it, she never would have known the latter to be Starlight’s magic, the feeling was strange, almost unrecognisable in its infirmity. There was a brief tug backward, an ephemeral force trying to push her away, but neither could exert enough energy to stop her. She tore through both, the former accustomed to stitching a hemming rather than containment and the latter utterly failing in a way that Applejack had never before seen, but she didn’t dwell, simply thankful that things seemed to be going her way as she ran towards the door.

Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie had taken position between her and the exit, but she wouldn’t hesitate, she couldn’t. She blitzed forward, leaning into a tackle, holding back wasn’t an option, if she didn’t get out now, if she didn’t get to Twilight, if she didn’t find help…

She plowed through both of them, neither offering much resistance. She would never forgive herself if she hurt them, she would beg for their forgiveness, but that could only happen once they were safe, and she needed to make that happen.

‘Don’t think about it’ she told herself, as she plunged through the first door and into the building proper, cursing as she went, the ridiculous clothes that impeded her every stride.

The sights and sounds were more familiar to her now, the obnoxious music, the view of the repulsive clientele and the various members of her community who serviced them were now a relief, if only because it meant she was closer to escape.

She charged heading towards the entrance, towards freedom, towards help. Past Zecora, past the Mayor, past everybody whom she knew she would be back for if only she could just make it to the castle.

Just as she blew by the centre stage, presently occupied by Nurse Redheart and surrounded by a loose smattering of spectators, a streak of rainbow light blew past her, accompanied by the overwhelming rumble of thunder.

Applejack’s heart dropped, as Rainbow Dash appeared practically from nowhere, only a few metres ahead.

More so than any of the others she dreaded this moment.

Despite her best efforts to force them away, memories flooded in. She could recall in perfect detail all of the bets, the contests and the sparring matches that had come to define their decades long friendship with one another.

Every joint lock and tap out were as fresh in her mind as the day they had happened. Her fondest memories twisted into something ugly, mocking and cruel as she starred down woman stood before her.

She remembered the time they promised to stop keeping score, and laughing themselves sick only seconds later.

At last count the tally was 31 to 20, Dash’s favour, but the woman in front of her wasn’t the same one with whom she had competed so many times before.

There were openings everywhere, and AJ wouldn’t slow down.

‘She can take it.’

She pressed forward, as quickly as she could.

‘She’s been through worse.’

Applejack wouldn’t slow down.

‘I’m so sorry.’

One block and a single fist that met with brief resistance before sinking into Dash’s stomach.

Applejack didn’t look back, did her best to shut out the sound of her closest friend falling to the floor, but knowing that moment would haunt her for the rest of her life.

She was almost there, a few more steps.

A flash of pink light flared behind her but it didn’t matter she was at the door, three steps away and she would be out.

Then she stopped.

Not by choice, every muscle in her body was pushing to their limits, her mind focused on willing herself those few extra metres, hand outstretched, so close to her goal, but it just wasn’t happening.

The air around her had turned to concrete, her vision filled with twinkling lavender light as her one and only goal began to shrink away from her, her feet lifting off the ground as began to be dragged backward.

“Sorry about that folks, dances and drinks are half off for the rest of the night!”

The air around her refused to move, frozen even her lungs tried desperately to drag it in. Her vision began to fade, her body turning, stranded in mid-air, towards two familiar faces. Flim looked at her with annoyance and disdain, and the other - Twilight, eyes aglow with magic, watching but unseeing, totally expressionless. Applejack made one final
attempt to call out, but it died in her throat, suffocated, as her vision began to fade and she slipped into unconsciousness.

Author's Note

What a long "week" its been, took a vacation, got weirdly obsessed with Bloodborne and Legally Blonde, then had to take care of other priorities and lost a lot of momentum in the process.

Really regretting cutting corners now and rushing through the stretch between chapters 4~5, but I suppose this is how we learn...

Annnnnyway, sorry this ones not quite as 'fun' as the others, this is the overly melodramatic portion of the story so sorry for the relative lack of sexy bits, they'll be more prominent in future, just gotta keep things moving.

Next chapter will be a bit of a wait while I write up a separate short story that'll go up as soon as It's done, then back to this.

the usual: questions, comments, concerns,