Basement Fluttershy

“To you, I am a god.” The stallion's words were the last he spoke before the pain started for Fluttershy. She couldn’t see what he was doing with the tape over her eyes, but the moment she felt the vibrator press against her ass, she knew what was coming. Fluttershy bite her lip in miserable anticipation. Snatch pressed it in hard, but even with all the force he applied it went in slow as the slut’s body painfully stretched to accommodate it. The whore’s mouth fell open as she loudly screamed. Her legs fought against her restraints as the stallion slowly pressed further and further into her body. Once the vibrator was fully in, Snatch flicked it on. The heightened stimulation did nothing to make Fluttershy’s situation any easier. The mare felt far too filled, her mind struggling to process the pain.

“Now you stay like that for a bit and prime that little ass of yours for what either I or Column will do to it later.” Snatch walked away from her, Fluttershy following his movements with her head even as she was still unable to see him past the tape. He stomped up the stairs, leaving Fluttershy alone to whimper and squirm in the dark. The slut shifted her weight, trying to find some way to position herself that would make the large object up her ass less uncomfortable, but soon gave up and just lay there crying. She tried to take her mind off of where she was, to retreat to her memories, but the constant buzzing of the vibrator and the overstimulation made that difficult. Instead, it only made her more miserable to think that just a few weeks ago, Rainbow Dash and herself were having tea at her cottage. Fluttershy’s shoulders shook as she sobbed, thinking about her former home.

The sounds of Snatch returning caused Fluttershy to snap back to the present. She could hear the sound of his magic, the stallion apparently carrying something with him. There was a thud, what sounded like a chair being set down next to her. Then, she felt her hair being roughly pulled to the side. A feeling of complete defeat washed over her as she heard the first cut of the scissors. There wasn’t much of the slut that still reminded her of who she once was, and one of the few things left was being cut away.

“This much hair doesn’t suit you. I want to be able to look you in the eyes while you cry for me. We can’t have your hair falling in the way. Besides, short hair is cuter.” The sound of the scissors was steady as Fluttershy felt her hair being yanked from one side to another before being cut away. Fluttershy hadn’t cut her hair short since she was a small filly. She could still remember the feeling of her father’s hooves gently turning her head one way then another. With another yank, Snatch grabbed the last clump of long hair and cut it away. Fluttershy’s scalp was sore from all the pulling. Her master wasn’t finished however, and kept snipping away. At least he wasn’t yanking anymore. Fluttershy sat as still as possible, not wanting to give him a reason to hurt her, even as he destroyed one of the last signs of her identity she still had left.

“There,” Snatch sounded pleased, “Now you look perfect. Let me go grab a mirror.” She could hear him leave and come back moments later, then she felt his magic loosen the tape around her eyes. Even the dim light of the basement was hard to handle after being blindfolded, but Fluttershy blinked until her eyes adjusted. The mirror slowly came into focus in front of her.

Snatch has cut most of her hair away. Before, when she was tied up, her mane would pool around her on the floor. Her hair often felt gross afterward, but the long mane was something that had been a part of her identity for most of her life. Now, the mare that stared back at her from the mirror had a shoulder length mane. It didn’t look bad. Actually, Snatch seemed to have some skill with the scissors. It wasn’t her, however. Fluttershy looked at her own reflection and saw the truth. There was no mare anymore, just the whore her captors had turned her into. Her body shook as she started to sob again, the face of her reflection twisting up in misery.

“Now, now, there’s no reason to cry. You look exactly the way I want you to. Now you can serve your only purpose that much better. Now, it's time to get to work.” Snatch moved the chair so that he was sitting in front of her, the mirror held up still. Fluttershy was starting to understand how Snatch thought, and knew that he would keep the mirror there as he used her mouth. He wanted her to see what he had done to her, what he had made her. She guessed correctly.

“How would you like me to use my mouth, Master?”

“Do whatever feels natural.” Snatch grinned, his hoof stroking her shortened hair. “Make me cum in whatever way you want to, but you will make me cum and you will swallow every drop.” It was yet another example of Snatch stroking his own ego. He was showing her that he now controlled her so completely that even when he was giving her a “choice,” it was a choice where the only options were ones he gave her. Worse, Fluttershy felt grateful. He wasn’t going to cram his dick down her throat; she could go at the pace she wanted. Knowing how much Snatch enjoyed hurting her, the only way she could think of to lessen her misery was to play to his other big kink, control.

“Thank you, Master.” She said, genuine appreciation in her voice. As long as she let him know that she was happy to suck his dick, as long as it was gentler than normal, he would accept giving her that modicum of mercy. With how earnestly relieved she felt as she gently took his cock into her mouth, the slut wondered how long it would be until that was all that was left of her. She was nothing but a whore now. How long until she felt irrational loyalty to her captors, how long until she genuinely appreciated every little thing they did that was anything other than cruel. There was still enough of Fluttershy in the whore for her to dread it, but she knew it was coming. It had only been a few weeks since she was kidnapped. She would spend years down here, however much of her life she still had left. The brain only takes so much before it finds a way to accept reality. It was only a matter of time.

“Good girl.” Snatch stroked her shortened mane as she took him into her mouth. The mare’s cyan eyes watering. The slut hummed gently to try and create vibration. She wasn’t sure if it actually did anything, she’d never done anything sexual to anypony before Snatch, but he seemed to find it amusing and that was the only thing keeping her from being hurt. Snatch grabbed her by the back of her head, but he didn’t force her down. The slut was allowed to choose her own pace.

The lack of experience the mare had meant that it took far longer than it should have, much to Snatch’s delight and Fluttershy’s misery. She lowered herself down on his cock, feeling his balls brush her lips. Her throat hated being pushed that far, but Fluttershy was learning to put her master’s pleasure above her own physical comfort. She would only have peace when he came inside her mouth and she did her best to make that happen. It took nearly ten minutes of her working him before she finally felt his cock begin to twitch. Knowing what was coming, she brought his cock most of the way out of her mouth and kept her lips sealed around the tip. Cum shot into her mouth and she began to swallow.

“Good girl. Very good.” Snatch smiled down at her as she pulled his cock out of her mouth, not a drop of cum spilling. She swallowed the load as he watched, pleased. “This really is the best use for you. There is one other thing to do today though.” Snatch moved to the stairway, lifting something else up with his magic that Fluttershy had not noticed he’d brought down. It was a pair of clippers. The slave quickly guessed their purpose.

“I…I don’t plan to escape.” The whore unconsciously took a step away from the stallion as he walked back over to her. “You said you wouldn’t k…kill me as long as I didn’t try to escape, so I won’t. I promise.”

“I believe you. That isn’t why this is happening, and you know that by now.” Snatch purred, holding the clippers out towards her. He was right, she knew the real reason he was doing this. It was the same reason he had cut her hair, that he had kidnapped her in the first place.

“As long as I can fly, I have a power, a skill….”

“One that isn’t any use to a little slut like yourself. The only skills you will ever need are the ones for your mouth, ass, and pussy. I suppose your wings can be used too, but you don’t need the flight feathers for that.”

“Ok.” She knew there was no point. There was nowhere to fly in the cramped basement anyway, and she was never going to leave that place. Her wings were functionally useless. Still, somehow it hurt more than she expected it to when she realized she would never fly again. The slut held her wing out. She might as well get it over with.

“Good girl.” Snatch was very pleased to see her go with it so quickly. The clippers snapped as the first flight feather was destroyed. “It’s honestly a shame these weren’t cut a long time ago. Your life was such a waste before coming here. You were never meant to fly, to go to school, to have friends. You were meant to make ponies happy with that body of yours. It’s a wonderful gift you have. I’m so glad we could help you discover who you were always meant to be. Now,” Snatch kicked the pile of feathers away and stood up, “I’ll bring Column down. I’m sure he wants another go at you. How does that make you feel?”

“Happy,” the slut lied, her eyes glued to the soft, yellow pile on the floor, “I’m happy to do what I was born to.” Snatch tousled her hair.

“That’s a good girl. Now wait here.” A soft hum of magic accompanied the feathers and loose hair being lifted from the ground and carried away with Snatch as he climbed the stairs again. For a moment she wondered what was going to happen with it. Neither Snatch or Column had pink hair or yellow feathers, so somepony seeing that in the trash might raise questions. The smartest move would be to burn it, but Snatch was too self assured to care about something like that. He’d probably just toss it in a bin. It would have given Fluttershy some tiny amount of hope of rescue, if she didn’t know fully well that nopony would notice.

“Now what the heck does that stallion want me to see with you.” Column called down as he stomped his way down the stairs. He stopped when he reached the bottom and saw Fluttershy. “Really, that’s it? He cuts your hair and he thinks that’s a big deal. Get over here, bitch!” He snapped at her, Fluttershy squeaking and hurrying over. Column roughly flipped her around and stood over her, his body enveloping hers. His cock went straight for the mare’s ass and shoved in roughly. Fluttershy’s face screwed up in pain, but she kept herself quiet. Column was less sadistic, but he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her if she annoyed him.

“Just as good as ever.” Column purred as his cock slipped farther in. Fluttershy’s legs squirmed under both his weight as he partly put his weight down on her and partly from the cock. A jolt ran down her spine as she stretched to fit him. “I don’t give a fuck what you look like,” Column said as his hips started to find their rhythm, “Just as long as you do what you’re told. Snatch can have his fun, I’ll have mine.” Fluttershy tried to stifle her sobbing, but as the pain grew worse it spilled out.

The familiar sounds of carnal pleasure and unheeded misery could be heard from upstairs, but the sounds didn’t carry far past that. Snatch listened in as he tended to, snacking on fruit while rereading the newspaper article about the disappearance of an element of harmony. It never bored the stallion to mentally gloat about his captured prize. When the sounds of his slut’s sobbing finally died down from the basement, he folded the paper up and tossed it in the garbage next to the hair and wing clippings before sealing it up and taking it to the end of the road for disposal.

The trash was hauled away that day, and shortly after was loaded into a magical incinerator. Just as Fluttershy had predicted, while some piece of her had gotten out, nopony noticed and nopony was any more aware of her situation. Life in Equestria carried on as it usually did, and somewhere on its western side one of its former heroes spent her days in her own personal Tartarus.