Entrapment

Malak's home was only a few blocks away. The late afternoon sun illuminated brightly the mask that hung over the entrance. It wasn't particularly colorful, being mostly blue and white, but it did have horns and furs as accents. Seeing the animal skins without animals inside of them sent a chill down Fluttershy's spine as Malak carried her through the door.

"Master Malakai!" called a slender, dark blue mare as she came in from the kitchen. She wore her light green mane in short, tight braids, and she was dressed in a maid outfit that was a size too small. "I was wondering when you would come home." She gave him a tight hug, which he reciprocated with his one free arm.

"Nightshade, my most favourite maid," responded Malak. "'Twas kind of you to lend your aid. Before you return to your true home, tell me, how is my Jerome?"

The pony stepped back, and her expression of joy melted into a somber one. "He's rather irritable of late, Master Malak. He bit me yesterday as I tried to feed him." She held up her hand, showing a bandage wrapped around her wrist. Malak brought it up to his face, giving the bandage a gentle kiss, causing Nightshade to blush. "He should be recovering soon, though. It's not anything serious, it's just that time again."

"Ah. I should have known that would be soon. I think it's been about five moons."

"Excuse me," interrupted Fluttershy. "I don't mean to be rude, but who's Jerome?"

"Jerome is my lovely pet," answered Malak. "You're not going to meet him yet. First, your stench is rather sour. I think you could use a shower."

Fluttershy was very much in agreement with the idea of bathing. Her fur was matted down by not just her own sweat and urine, but Applejack's as well. "I would be very appreciative of a shower right now."

"Shall I fetch you fresh towels and clothing, Master Malak?" asked Nightshade. Malak nodded in response and carried Fluttershy off toward the bathroom as Nightshade ran off in another direction.

"Is she one of your slaves, too?"

"Nightshade is my brother's mare," chuckled Malak. "But it's for me she really cares. I don't really feel the same, but a pleasant friendship we maintain. She watched Jerome while I was gone, watered the plants and trimmed the lawn."

"So will she be around often? How often should I be seeing her?"

Malak set Fluttershy down on a stool and began untying her wrists. "If you don't want to be alone, then smile. She'll be coming by every once in a while." Once her wrists were separated, they were secured one by one to the curtain rod in the shower, preventing her from leaving. While he was doing so, he slipped off her bra and tossed it aside. He did the same for her panties as he secured her ankles with a spreader bar. With her securely in place, he finally took the bindings off of her wings. She began to stretch them out and gave them a few flaps. They had become so stiff that moving them sent a wave of relief through her body.

She was so relieved by the feeling of her wings flapping that she closed her eyes. She let out tiny moans with every flap. She couldn't give full, heavy flaps at the moment, but enough to blow a gentle breeze about the room. As she heard the faucet turn on, she opened her eyes again. Her face turned as pink as her mane when she saw Malak. She'd been so occupied by her wings that she didn't hear him undressing. He stood in front of her, clad in nothing but the water streaming down his chest. Fluttershy did her best to keep her eyes above his waist.

"I have fresh towels and loungewear," said Nightshade as she entered the room. Fluttershy immediately tried to cover herself with her wings. "I'm going to need you to move those wings, miss..."

"I-I'm Fluttershy. Why do you n-need me to move my w-w-wings?"

"I need your measurements, sweety," responded Nightshade. "Unless you want to parade around town completely naked, that is..."

"Her undergarments are on the floor," responded Malak. "Just take those and bring back more." Nightshade nodded as she left the room with Fluttershy's dirty laundry. Malak approached Fluttershy and pulled her wing open, spraying down her shoulders with the showerhead. "It's unflattering, the way you hide your chest. I think you have magnificent breasts." To emphasize his words, he reached forward, gently rubbing at her bosom.

She tensed up at the unwanted touch. "I can clean myself, if you don't want to go through the trouble," she said, hoping to convince him to leave the touching for later. "If you unbind my hands, I promise I won't run away."

"This isn't a plot to take advantage, I have to make sure you have no damage. Still, you are a buxom lass." He ran his hands round her breasts, squeezing them gently. When he was happy with what he felt, his hands gently slid down her abdomen and caressed her hips. "Your boobs are fine, but how's your ass?" Fluttershy squeezed her eyes closed as Malak walked around behind her, running his fingers along her clenched butt cheeks. "I know you don't want to listen to a pervert, but you must relax, or this will hurt." He pushed her tail aside, meeting some resistance. He met even more resistance as his fingers wormed their way into her crevice. Much to her chagrin, he managed to pull her buttocks apart, displaying her anus. As his middle finger was shoved inside to gauge its tightness, she let out a yelp and flapped her wings violently.

"Please, no!" she shouted, desperately trying to pull away. "Anything but that!"

Malak responded to her behaviour by swatting her across the arse with the back of his hand. "Let's be clear about where you stand. You're not allowed to make demands. If I want to feel what you're like inside, you should relax and enjoy the ride. You'll eventually have to take my dick, so it's better for you if you learn this quick." He spanked her again, this time on the other side. She began to cry as she tentatively lifted her tail out of the way. "That's better. Now relax a bit. I'm not a stallion who likes to hit." Once more he shoved a finger up inside of her. She yelped and bit her lip, but was focusing on not trying to push him out. He didn't stay in for very long, just enough for a cursory probe. He was back out again before a minute had even passed. As his other hand moved around her hips and his fingers pulled apart her labia, she tensed up again.

"I'm really sorry, but could you not go in... that one?" She was shaking a lot. "It's just, I've never... been with a stallion before..."

"You've never allowed a penile excursion?" He laughed. "I should have guessed that you're a virgin. At your age, that's very rare. Perhaps I ought to keep you there." He continued his inspection, and when he was done, he began to lather her up with soap. As he washed her, he rubbed his body up against hers, and she could feel his girthy member against her thighs. She wasn't looking forward to having to take his shaft inside of her. Unfortunately, she didn't have much of a choice. At least he was good enough to clean her. She wondered if Jax would afford Applejack a bath. She wouldn't be able to ask for quite some time, so all she could do was wonder. She hoped that he wouldn't be too rough with her...