Author's Note

Caution: This chapter can be pretty graphic. You've been warned.

Chapter the Seventh: The Unclean Beast

Applejack took several deep breaths. She had been dumped unceremoniously into a bathtub and had been lying there for the last two hours. Every muscle in her body ached from being unable to move. Still, the tub was stationary, at least. The ride in the wagon had her jostling around uncomfortably all day. This was the closest she had been to relaxing since she had left Ponyville.

Suddenly, the door swung open and the lights came on. Jax was standing in the doorframe, a smirk on his face and a leather bag in his hand. Closing the door behind him, he walked over to where she lay and sat down on the rim of the tub, placing his bag on the counter. "Let us now remove that tape, and see how much you need reshaped." In one motion, he grasped the corner of the tape and ripped it from her face, causing her a great deal of pain for a moment.

"Son of a whore!" she shouted out, clearly discomforted by the sudden stinging. Jax grabbed her by the jaw and inspected her face, taking note of the slight bruise he had left when he had struck her the previous night. "Where's Fluttershy? Tell me where she is!"

Jax dropped her back into the tub. Her shoulder hit the rim with a dull thud, causing a small shockwave of pain through her body. It shouldn't have hurt that much, she thought to herself as Jax began to rifle through his bag. "Don't fear for her, she's not gone far. You should be worried about where you are. She now belongs to Malakai, and he's a lot easier than I. I doubt he even has the guts to crack a whip across her butt. But I'm a much more ruthless master." He pulled out a long, sharp knife with a concave blade. "I'd ask you to strip, but this will be faster."

He pinned her down with his foot and brought the knife down to her waist. As her view was blocked by his leg, she couldn't see what he was doing, she could only feel a sliver of cold steel sliding along her abdomen. she could hear a ripping sound as her skin began to buckle and ripple. He really was a ruthless, violent stallion. She shivered as she felt her breasts fall away from each other.

"There, a much more pleasant view." Jax Rolled her onto one side. She looked down and saw that he had not been cutting her, but rather her shirt and bra. "By the way, this isn't me punishing you. You assaulted my uncle, king of this land. That behaviour will not stand." He proceeded to cut open her sleeves as well. Once he had sufficiently destroyed her clothing, he pulled it away. He did the same for her pants, but left her panties on for now. "It'll be over with quickly if you comply. But I've no issue with making you cry. You can choose to cooperate, or you can fight. I have nowhere to be tonight."

Applejack seethed for a bit. She had no intention of ever doing what this zebra bastard wanted. She would withstand any pain he could throw at her. She was the pinnacle of resilience, stoic as the earth itself. However, this zebra was testing her strength. Given enough force, even stone would shatter, and he seemed to be quite tenacious and patient. Besides, he seemed to want her alive. He wouldn't kill her, but he would probably be okay with himself if he made her beg for death. She decided it best to give him a small victory now, so that he might ease up a bit. She gritted her teeth and nodded.

He rolled her onto her stomach, pinning her down with his knee as he unbound her ankles and knees. She stretched out her legs, feeling the tension release from her muscles. It felt very pleasant, compared to her previous position. Just as she felt her strength returning, she heard a loud click, and felt the cold grip of a steel shackle being secured to her right ankle. She tried to look behind her, but couldn't, as her shoulder was pinned to the floor. Before she could protest, a second shackle was secured to her left ankle. "What are those for!?" she demanded.

"That is how you'll be secured. It means you'll have to keep your word." Another click was heard as he fastened one of her ankles to a small eyelet in one corner of the tub. Her other leg was twisted and contorted painfully so that it could lock in with another eyelet on the opposite side. Only now did he untie her wrists. They, too were shackled as he pulled her up by her mane to a standing position. Her wrist shackles were then bound to chains that seemed to be permanently secured to the ceiling. It was becoming increasingly clear that he had done this before, and was very well equipped to do so again.

She kept silent as he groped her. He was not gentle, squeezing and stretching every square inch of skin on her body. He saw several marks indicating damage, most of which was either minor enough to ignore, brought on by his own actions, or both. "I see your muscle is very lean," he said, pulling apart her thighs. "It's almost time to get you clean." He ran a finger along the folds of her panties, causing her legs to buckle as she squeezed herself shut.

"You're not touchin' there!" she shouted, instinctively taking a swing at him. She didn't make it very far, as she was still bolted to the ceiling. Jax was unimpressed by her effort, as countless mares had tried the exact same maneuver.

"In time, you'll come to understand that I'm the one who gives commands. To me you're nothing but a toy, an instrument to bring me joy. But since you fail to grasp that fact," he punched her gut, knocking the wind out of her. "I'm forced into a violent act. Mind you, it's all the same to me. Eventually, they all bow down. You'll see."

She coughed and gasped for breath as he shifted her panties aside, digging his fingers up into her vagina. He was rather rough, kneading her flesh around beneath his fingertips. Just as he began to feel her contractions, he pulled his hand away. She had been enjoying his movements, or at least her body was. This was good, because it meant that he could keep her yearning for his touch. She would break just like all the others, she just needed time. Satisfied with his inspection, he tore off her panties with a loud ripping sound. She was now completely exposed, and to his delight, she was even dripping.

Her shower consisted mainly of a high-pressure stream of uncomfortably hot water spraying against her skin. He didn't use any soap on her, for which she was grateful. She didn't know if she could stomach more groping. Only when the water shut off did she realize just how thirsty she was. She hadn't had a drink since last night. Almost twenty-four hours had passed since she had hydrated.

"I need water," she said, leering at him through her eyebrows. He chuckled and shook his head. "If I don't have anything to drink, I'll die of dehydration. Then we'll see which one of us has the last laugh."

"That would take a few days, little bitch. But if your thirsty, I can scratch that itch." He reached into the bag once more and pulled out a tool that Applejack didn't recognize. It looked like a metal ring with two leather straps riveted to it. "On your knees and open wide," he said, lowering the hook from the ceiling so that she could kneel down. "I won't let that comment slide." She didn't have to open her mouth, as he was perfectly fine with doing that for her. Once her teeth were separated, he slid the steel ring into place, securing the straps behind her head. As it tightened, her mouth was forced open, and she realized what he was about to do.

He unbuckled his pants and slid his shaft out of his boxer briefs. Clearly, he enjoyed this time they had spent together, as his long black zebra cock was fully erect and already throbbing. "As you can see, I'm rather stiff," said Jax, grabbing her once more by the mane. "Come in close and have a sniff." He shoved her face right up against his balls. The heat radiating off of him only served to make his unwashed stench even more powerful. The foul odour burned inside her nose. As his testicles swung, they briefly entered her mouth, and she could taste the salty sweat on her tongue. She tried to push it back out, but this only served to better acquaint her tongue with his balls.

To her relief, he soon pulled away, and she breathed in a lungful of fresh air. He didn't stay away for very long, however, pushing the head of his penis inside of her mouth. She wanted to bite down, but the steel ring was very sturdy. As it was also very wide, he slipped right through it. She pushed against it with her tongue, but this only served to lubricate him as he came further in. Finally, after what felt like hours to her, he came to a stop just past the entrance to her throat. She had never tasted anything so foul before.

"Since you claim to need hydration," he said, looking down at her with a sadistic grin, "I'll solve that with my urination." Applejack was now quite pleased that all she could taste was his cock as she felt a hot stream of liquid running down her throat. The very idea that he was using her as a toilet made her want to vomit, but she couldn't do so with her throat clogged up. Just as she started to feel the need for oxygen, the stream stopped, and he slowly pulled out, letting her gasp for breath.

"Now that you have had your drink," he said, rubbing his erection against her cheek. "I'll leave you with some time to think. Keep misbehaving as you've been, and you'll discover who'll always win." He packed up his bag and opened the door. "If you want this to continue, we'll both have found out just what's in you." He turned out the lights and closed the door, leaving Applejack to sit on her knees in the tub, quietly crying.