Candy’s Striped Master

Candy struggled not to seem too excited as she stared up at the camp in awe, not wanting to be specifically noticed by any guards. The camp, which just a few seconds ago was completely invisible due to the thick expanse of the jungle, suddenly came into view as their small caravan of Zebras and Ponies escaped out from the oppressive humidity of the dense jungle foliage.

Just a minute ago if you had told her that the jungle extended for another 100 miles without breaks she would have believed you, she’d have certainly found the idea of such an expansive structure laying merely a few feet in front of her to be ridiculous, but now she couldn’t deny what lay before her eyes. A large metal fence completely covered in barbed wire at its top and bottom extended some 20-30 feet upwards and what must have been at least 500 feet to either side, in a large imposing square. It was as if they had built a small town in the centre of the jungle made of nothing but hrad metal and less than homely looking wooden huts, and concealed the whole thing with little more than the environment around them.

Large rich trees seemed to sway naturally towards the structure from every angle, completely concealing the barbed wire fence from above, and similarly each hut was painted a dark green and decorated with just about every shade and type of jungle leaf you could imagine. Candy imagined that if Rainbow Dash herself was to fly over the camp on a good day she’d see nothing but more jungle. The camp, like almost everything they did epitomised the Zebra spirit, minimalistic, but efficient, with a dark foreboding undertone of barbarity and cruelty.

Candy was quickly jolted back to reality by a firm kick to her rump which sent her skidding forward a few feet in mud. “Get back up and move!” Her assailant angrily demanded. She naturally didn’t respond, she just picked herself up and began trotting towards the camps main, and seemingly only entrance.

The camp entrance was a long trench completely surrounded by particularly harsh looking barbed wire, the kind that made you cringe as you all too easily imagined it tearing into your flesh like butter, leaving a few healthily sized pieces of pony meat behind as you struggled to climb out of it. If the barbed wire wasn’t enough every 10 feet of the 50 foot long trench was surrounded by a small bamboo tower with a Zebra in each, proudly standing watch over the narrow passageway, a crossbow and particularly brutal looking sword calmly sheathed to either side of his light armour. The trench came to end with what looked like some kind of large imposing reception building, presumably for processing and dealing with new prisoners.

The doors opened to reveal a largely empty room which aside from a healthy supply of guards and walls plastered with more propaganda posters than the mare could count lay a large desk surrounded by many wooden doors.

One of the Zebra stallion’s in from their little group approached the desk and talked to the Zebra behind it for a few brief minutes before turning back to them and silently pointing towards a door on their left. They were beaten and pushed along before they were finally allowed to make their own way towards the mysterious door.

Looking briefly around her she saw half of her fellow ponies seemed to be consumed by terror while the other half were just relieved to be out of the jungle after their weeks long trek, Candy didn’t know what camp she was in.

Each pony was rushed through the small door in a single file line, Candy having found herself somewhere near the back found herself being pushed into the rump of the poor stallion in front of her. Although luckily, upon entering the room everypony (and even a few of the Zebras for their group) was able to take a long sigh of relief as they saw that they had been immediately forced into a large communal shower.

After promptly being told to ‘shut up!’ by what looked like a Zebra commander that was already stationed in the shower waiting for them each was thrown a small sponge and a bar of soap and directed towards the showers walls, which each pony without fault took gratefully.

Candy hesitantly joined two mares with her cleaning utensils, standing neatly between them as they waited for the shower to come on, and promptly as it did each pony let out a louder sigh as the warm water ran over their ragged bodies and turned their scruffy manes straight.

The mare moaned as she ran the sponge over every nook and cranny of her body, allowing the mud to dissolve and drip silently off of her before the clear soap made the mare's fur sparkle and gleam. In only a few minutes her coat looked far cleaner than it had in months, before even her capture. Although soon she was rudely reminded of the only reason why a Zebra would want a pony to look so clean as she heard a loud ‘squeak’ from one of her partners.

Peering rightwards her body began to stiffen and her skin crawled. An unfamiliar Zebra looked over the back of her comrade with an intense predatory stare, and in that moment she could easily imagine him mounting and taking advantage of her right there against the shower floor, Celestia knows it happened so many times before. She just prayed that this wild ‘predator’ had been informed of her virginal status.

Luckily he seemed content to just traumatise the poor soul as he brushed his tail up against her and passed by. For her part Candy tried to look at anything but the stallion behind her but failed miserably and ended up looking at nothing that ominous gaze of his. He lingered over her body for a good few seconds before slowly grabbing ahold of one of the mare’s hindlegs with his tail, wrapping his tail around her leg tightly before giving it a quick tug as he continued to stare intensely into her eyes.

Shivers ran up the mare’s spine and she felt her own tail twitch slightly in apprehension as the Zebra leaned further into her, his hot breath running freely down the mare’s back as he eyed her up with clear predatory intent. Candy couldn’t do anything but stand there paralysed, staring up at the stallion with terror in his eyes, which unfortunately for her only seemed to excite the Zebra, causing him to run one of his forehooves over her soft flank.

“Hey!” The commander suddenly shouted, causing her assailant to turn round instantaneously and unlatch himself from Candy. “You can have as much fun with them later as you want, but we have to get them sorted first, you know that.” The commander continued, reminding the stallion of his duty, who in turn saluted his commander and trotted on, continuing his cycle around each of the Ponies.

Candy felt some relief, but she continued to watch the Zebra intently until he was at least a good few mares away from her, and to no surprise of her only a few mares later she found him back to his usual harassment. Candy just tried to look away as she continued to wash herself down with the sponge. She was safe for now, or at least it seemed as she was so far.

After merely a minute or two the commander shouted back to the Ponies. “Mares, raise your tails!” He shouted, to which not a single mare complied, many instinctively tucking their tails far between their hindlegs. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to touch you, at least not yet. We just want to make sure that you’re well cleaned for our troops.” He said, trying, but hardly reassuring any of the mares.

Shortly after the commander gestured for some of the guards to take a few steps back one by one, including Candy, each mare hesitantly raised her tail, taking their sponges to their marehood before cringing at the involuntarily pleasurable feeling they got from rubbing their marehoods down with a nice hot, wet, soapy sponge.

Candy was quite occupied with rubbing her marehood down when her head suddenly shot back upon hearing the Zebra commander shout, not in his usual authoritative voice, but rather halsey scolding. “I thought I told you to raise your tail!” He demanded to one mare in particular, stomping his hoof down to emphasise his point.

The mare was a dainty young unicorn, pettie, small, with a rich white coat, and an innocent feminine face that was pleasing for anypony to look at. She was the last Pony you’d expect to cause an issue or speak up, but despite her soft appearance she was a fiery young mare with a ferociously defiant attitude. Although for all her bravery she was usually rewarded by being made an example of, which the Zebras specifically enjoyed because of her innocent looks. It didn’t look like her demeanour was going to change any time soon now that she was in the camp.

The snow coated mare stared back at him before stamping her hindleg down in defiance, causing everypony in the room to let out a shocked sigh. “No!” She shouted, just a little louder than he had.

The stallion trotted right up to her confidently, all the while she kept her same stubborn pose. “I said clean your snatch, because I don’t want to be the stallion to have to touch such a disgusting mare!” He shouted, stamping his hoof down again.

“No, you can do anything you want to me, but I’m not doing as you say!” The mare said very simply, staring daggers into the stallion’s eyes.

Surprisingly to everypony, most of all the mare herself, the Zebra simply smiled at her, not maliciously, but with a smile that almost seemed genuine. “Very well. You and any other mare that wants to doesn’t have to clean her pussy, I’ll just do it myself in my own time with some of my guards, but I won’t be using a sponge.” He said, his smile only growing wider as he mocked the mare stubbornness.

“Now, if any other mare thinks that being railed by half a dozen in the showers rooms sounds like a good time lower your tail.” No Pony lowered their tail, but the mare in question never raised hers.

Looking towards the guards he made a simple gesture, not having to say anything. The guards then came up behind the mare before grabbing her by the mane, pulling her to the ground before dragging her off, kicking and screaming.

For all her bravado all she had managed to accomplish was to remind everypony of the harsh consequences of stepping out of line, not to mention subjecting herself to said consequences. Candy briefly wondered if the pride was worth it, it clearly was for her, but she decided that it was useless to ask such questions until she was awarded a similar choice.

Each Pony was then guided out of the shower room to a small drying area. After a quick dry off they entered a long corridor which they trotted down for little under a minute before reaching another mysterious door that each pony was forced through.

It was a small waiting area, one that almost looked cozy but couldn’t be given their current circumstances, the guard detail here was even pretty short in comparison to what they were used to. Again each pony took their seat and patiently waited, although the longer they waited the more anxious things became. One by one a Pony would go through the other door of their cozy waiting little waiting area and an half hour or so later another Pony would be invited in, but no Pony ever seemed to come out that way after their half hour was up.