Shadow Play

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VERY INTENSE MATERIAL, AND MAY MAKE SOME PEOPLE NOT FEEL WELL!
READ ONLY IF YOU ARE ALRIGHT WITH VERY INTENSE AND FAIRLY GRAPHIC MATERIAL!
I'M SERIOUS!

Testing struggled awake, his mind foggy and body aching. The world was a blur of patchy light in darkness, and worse yet, he wasn't sure where he was exactly, nor how he got there. His memory was a foggy mess of random images after he jumped at Grind Stone. Any way he looked at it, he was in trouble.

Blinking himself to further lucidity, he found that he was in a position he recognized and dreaded. His arms and legs were tied, suspending him above the floor with his belly facing the ground. Unlike those restraints from his nightmares, these were not affixed to rickety supports. By the feel of it, they were anchored into the ceiling. Almost as if the lessons of the past had been learned; despite different parties employing this particular tactic.

As he hung there, it became increasingly obvious to him that he was, much like he had been that dreadful day, entirely naked. He cringed at the feeling of the cool air grazing him as he simply hung there loosely.

Despite all of it, he did his best to try and stay calm. There was no use panicking in this situation, he had to keep a cool head. At any moment an opportunity might arise and he had to be ready to take advantage with a clear mind. Otherwise... he didn't want to think about the possible otherwise to that situation.

Staring through the darkness and blurred light as his eyes slowly adjusted, the world slowly resolved itself into a room lit by only a singular candle flame. In the dimly lit room he could see that there was one other pony with him, sitting calmly in a chair. He had a few guesses as to who it might be, and none of them were promising.

"Good morning, Mr. Testing Testing." Grind Stone's voice called out through the darkness. "Glad for you to join us today." Testing groaned, hating the stallion more by the second. "Now, you may be wondering why you are in the position you are currently in. It's simple really."

Testing listened as the stallion lifted himself from his chair and walked slowly up beside him. "It's because I'm about to introduce you to a new world. Now, you may be worried that this is a world of suffering filled with whips and chains and daily lashings, but you'd be wrong."

"Fuck me into submission? Reprogram my mind into a more pliant state by application of gross amounts of mind shattering pleasure, which will also help to reinforce the conditioning?" Testing mumbled. This caught the stallion off guard. He stood there in silence for a moment, and then chuckled slightly.

"My my, either you have quite the dirty mind or you have been in the company of some very interesting ponies - or people, as it may be." Grind Stone purred. "Either way, you are quite correct. You will shortly learn to love me and everything I stand for."

Grind Stone lowered himself to kneel beside Testing as he whispered into his ear. "Even my son, the lout that he is." The slightly displeased smile was evident in his tone. He pulled away and stood, walking a short distance away into the darkness. "In short order, I shall have you be as he wanted you: his personal bitch. You will drop all charges, and then you will abandon those pesky ponies you had been living with in favor of my son. I care little how he treats you in the end, so long as he enjoys you for all you're worth before throwing you into the ditch where you belong." The rasp of the stallions shoes turning on the concrete floor provided an excellent punctuation as he turned to face Testing once more.

"Unless, of course, you'd be so kind as to drop charges now." Grind Stone hummed gently. "I'd forgive you your insolence if you'd but drop it altogether, and then left us alone. I hear Fillydelphia is wonderful this time of year. Why not go there? On my bit, of course. I could set you up with a wonderful apartment that you'd otherwise be unable to attain.

"All you'd have to do is drop the charges and never speak of this to anypony. Otherwise..." The snap of a leather belt put an exclamation point on the unspoken words. Testing closed his eyes and sighed, hoping that the other pony would go for the bait.

"Fine..." He said reluctantly. "I'll drop it, just let me go." Grind Stone chuckled at that, stepping closer.

"Glad to hear you've come around, Mr. Testing Testing. I knew we could be reasonable." Testing's face was then seized by a gloved hand and brought within a hair's breadth from Grind Stone's dimly lit face. "And I also knew you could be quite foolish. Thinking I'd let you go now. I have no way of telling if you'd keep your word. No... no I'm going to make sure you won't talk out against us, you wretch!"

Suddenly, Testing had his mouth pried open. A second later it was kept open with a metal ring that was inserted into his maw. A strap fastened it to his head before the hands finally let him go. Testing breathed deep breaths, knowing full well how intense it could be to get choked and how much worse it would be if he ran out of air without being somewhat prepared.

His heart ached as he listened to a door swing open followed by multiple pairs of feet stepping inside. Already his mind was casting long shadows towards the past, towards the horrid day that had made him. Tensing with ever ounce of strength he had, he tried to wriggle free, to do anything to escape. His bindings, though, held him firm as he continued to struggle.

A second later his hair was seized and his head pulled up. A dick then entered his mouth, and all at once the world crumbled into fear. Panic flared through his mind as he could already hear the dull echoing voices he had tried to ignore since his separation from Cress. Voices that called out to him from the dark and told him who he truly was.

Testing thrashed out, doing his best to resist, but the firm hand in his hair made him bob back and forth along the shaft's length. The taste struck Testing and his eyes widened in horror as he realized how good it tasted. He flailed, fighting against the part of him that loved this, that screamed and craved for more.

He shouted in his mind that he was no longer Dick Slut. He was Testing Testing! He was a pony born from Cress' trauma, but not defined by that trauma! He was strong! He could fight and resist! He had seen this before, he knew all the tricks!

A dick shoved itself into his ass, parting him once more in painful bliss. It had been so long since anything had been forced inside of him that it instantly shattered a piece of him with more force than the dick in his mouth could ever have delivered.

The twin hammering pushing in and out of him broke down his mental barriers slowly as he tried to continue his struggle. He didn't even realize it as his hand began to jack off dicks that were on either side of him as he focused on resisting the dissolution of his mind. He had to keep some strength, any amount, or else risk it all. He had already been partly molded, and now... now the words had an open path to slip in through as he desperately fought a losing battle.

When the stallion came down his mouth, he didn't even resist the reflex to swallow every drop, his training pushing him into automatic as his mind retreated farther away from the horror of the past made into the present. Cum splashed across him from those he jacked off, and a second later he had new dicks assaulting him.

Testing wanted to scream, to cry, but all he could manage were tears that mingled with the cum that was already beginning to cover him. He flailed, and even so continued working at the four dicks. When his own dick was teased with an expert throat, Testing couldn't help but slip just that bit farther.

It was all so much to take as his mind failed to rally each time a pony came across him, slowly covering him even as his efforts to escape morphed into attempts to bring the others about him to orgasm while thrusting into the maw of whoever was beneath him suckling at his cock.

Testing bucked to and fro, fighting within himself as he tried to think of someplace else, something else, anything else. He tried to retreat, but all that lay behind him was where he had come from. A world much like this one that had molded him into existence. He screamed at himself to fight, but all he could do was whimper into the crotch of whoever he was sucking off.

"My my, how eager we are, Mr. Testing." A voice cooed in his ear. It was a voice he knew... or did he? It was hard to tell. The world was a blur. Everything a struggle, even breathing. It all seemed too much.

And then it was gone, leaving him swinging slightly as all the dicks left his grasp and holes. Testing whimpered slightly as his hands idly waved about to find the next dick. None of them came closer.

"I see you have a bit of experience here, so let's just use what we have to push you in the right direction for now." The voice he might've known said calmly. Suddenly, there way a light that filtered through the room, landing on the opposite wall where it revealed a blank screen. "Now, there are going to be pictures in just a moment. I want you to tell me how or what they make you feel. Alright?"

Testing couldn't have managed a nod if he wanted. In fact his head had already lulled back towards the floor as what cum hadn't been swallowed slowly leaked out of his mouth.

A moment later, a few hands grasped at him and removed the ring from his mouth and attached a collar around his neck before pulling his head back with the leash they clipped onto it. He was forced to look at the screen before him even as he yearned to simply fade into darkness.

The first picture flashed up, and it showed a picture of a stallion in a business suit. Something pawed at his mind to tell him something about a stone. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to matter as his dick was sucked and his ass was plowed once more.

"Good!" Testing burbled out, feeling the pleasure from both sources as he looked on the picture. Something in his mind fought against it, fought long and hard to stave off any changes. It was going to be a hard battle.

The next picture appeared, showing Testing another pony. This pony was red, young, and aroused such an anger in Testing's heart that even his bedraggled state couldn't restrain him as he thrashed about, only to be plowed once more from behind while he was sucked off. It felt so good, but his hatred felt better. It burnt away the pleasure, even as it threatened to consume him.

"HATRED!" Testing roared, straining against the restraints once more. He was slapped across the face by a gloved hand, sending his mind whirling even as hatred sustained itself.

"Wrong!" The voice chastised him. "That is your Master, you LOVE your MASTER!" The voice continued, slapping Testing once more before letting the dick and mouth return to their work.

The next picture showed, and it showed... it showed Friends! Testing smiled at the picture of Stellar, Sultry, Gunther, and... and PUPPERSHY!

Something struck Testing's mind with the force of a hammer. It broke through the pain of his balls being squeezed harshly and the sensation of cum dribbling off of him. "LOVE!" He roared, fighting through it all as his mind rallied around a common support: the memory of Puppershy. The memory of love.

Anticipating it this time, Testing turned his head and bit down on the hand as it tried to slap him. The grip on his balls released even as he dug his teeth as hard into the flesh as he could. Initially the other hand bashed at his face in an attempt to make him let go as howls of pain filled the room. Those howls were replaced as Testing's teeth dug deeper and deeper, tearing through the cloth and making contact with skin. With blood!

The howls turned to moans of pleasure as whoever he was biting began to feel lust, and so turned pain into a sort of pleasure. The pony moaned lewdly and loudly, the position of the hand telling Testing that the owner had sunk down to the floor. Testing forced his teeth down harder, smiling at the sound of pants being torn open and a dick being spanked in furious self-gratification.

Testing would've paid... well, no, he wouldn't have paid to watch as Grind Stone masturbated to his finger being chomped off. As it was, Testing's eyes were barely able to see past the red of his hatred. Hurried footsteps and alarmed voices rang out through the small room as the help tried to save their boss, only to find it most impossible to stop Testing from biting down all the harder.

Where once his mouth was filled with cum, it was now filled with blood and the taste of the pony that was the subject of his undivided ire. All the while, Grind Stone simply pumped at his own dick as the pain that he clearly had to be feeling combined with Testing's magical effect equaled a masochistic enjoyment of what otherwise would've been beyond torturous.

Testing had never expected to have his teeth touch the bone of something living, but as they did, he could only find it within himself to bite down harder. In a roar of painfilled pleasure, Grind Stone came as Testing found his teeth clamping down together, no longer hindered. Even as the stallion fell backwards in his on rapturous pleasure, Testing quickly stuck out his tongue while swinging himself forward and brushed the stallion's nub of a finger.

"Grind Stone..." Testing wheezed, spitting out the finger to the floor in the stunned silence that filled the room, "let me out of these restraints and I'll make you feel a whole lot better than you do now... I'll... introduce you to a whole new world." Testing smirked despite himself, waiting for the answer. The stallion didn't move for a second, but then the sound of desperate clambering filled the room.

"L-l-let him down!" Grind Stone called out, grabbing onto the chain that held up Testing's left hand with a desperate enthusiasm. "LET HIM DOWN, YOU FOOLS!" He clamored, undoing the first cuff before anypony else moved.

In a moment that showed how competent they truly were, the ponies in the room that weren't masturbating or fucking dove forward and pinned their boss as he struggled against them. With one hand free, Testing quickly undid the mechanism on his other hand before maneuvering himself back to work on the restraints holding his ankles.

With a wet thwop, Testing hit the floor, unable to catch himself in his ragged state. Using what time he had, Testing dove forward and desperately pawed at each pony. Soon, they were all on top of each other, all desperately seeking their own release.

In the frenzy, Testing struggled his way through the dark halls that led off from his cell. By the looks of it, the place was likely the club's basement. The grime and sounds of lustful jubilation that weren't solely coming from behind him told him the truth - or one of the truths.

This dark area that he had been dragged to; this... this complex... this was the back rooms. And the backrooms weren't just for special guest. No, they were for special workers.

Blood and cum dripping from him, Testing stumbled his way through the halls weakly. Fighting against his own body as he tried to make his way to the surface, the thoughts of his loved ones pushing him onward as he fought off the urge to stop and puke his stomach out.

Stumbling from wall to wall as he pushed onward, the dark feeling slowly crept into his mind, fogging the edges of his reality. He tried to push past it, even as a chill breeze seemed to touch his skin as he stumbled and fell his way through the hall towards the distant stairs.

The dirty walls seemed to crumble about him, as new cracks formed like bolts of lightning across their surface. All the while, frost began to creep its insidious path through the few shining gaps to the world above, slowly chasing him as he fumbled his way to freedom.

His bare skin ached in the cold as he felt the blood and cum freeze to him, and yet he pushed on. Above, the world shuddered violently, as if the city were collapsing about him. Already he could feel it, the deathly silence of the end. He forced his mind through it as he pushed his body beyond what it could take.

All at once, the warmth of the present returned to him as he fell onto the stairs. He wept there for several seconds, his body screeching at him as he desperately clawed his way up the stairs. The pain was unimaginable, and yet his mind was forced to reconcile it. Even the dulling his mind could give to spare him as he climbed did little to ease it as he tried to push against everything that latched onto him.

Be it minutes or hours later, Testing made his way to the door at the top. With little strength left to him, he fell against the door, a desperate hope failing in him that he'd be found. His heart cried out as tears continued to stream down his face. He needed to survive. He HAD to survive.

He whimpered at the door, pleading with it as he fell farther down its hard surface. He pawed at it with cum soaked hands as he tried to make it beyond the dreaded portal. Tears fell down his face, washing a little of the off white from his features as he felt his heart break.

All at once, the door opened. The fresher air hit his lungs, sending energy through his entire being as he quaked at the threshold. A voice said something, but his mind had already begun to put itself to rest. In pain and immeasurable joy mingled with grief, Testing let the hands drag with out from the door.

Behind him lay darkness, and before him lay winter. A nagging voice in his own mind asked him which was truly worse. Had he escape a horror to face a worse one? He couldn't tell. All he knew was that if he had to, Grind Stone would be losing more appendages if it meant Testing could be freed of the demoniac stallion.