The Life And Times of a Terrible Pony

I feel that I should elaborate on my three month break I mentioned last entry, my “I was good for a while”.

During that time, I was caring for my mother during her illness. I didn’t want to step away to be my true self for even a moment, lest I slip and rape or kill her. I wanted to. Who wouldn’t? Rarity was the most beautiful mare Equestria had ever seen - even the Alicorns had nothing on her. Her illness, as I’m sure you know, was terminal. After two months of my watching her she fell into unconsciousness - then, after one week of hospital care, she faded and died.

I was...I don’t want to say devastated, but I found it hard to function. I needed a release for all those emotions. I began to research - how do you make somepony disappear without getting caught? I settled in watching alleys, and soon enough, I found what I was looking for. She was a pathetic little thing, really. Kicked out of her home by a drunken father who didn’t like her smart mouth. Skinny little Pegasus with a pale pink coat, maroon mane, and bright red eyes, like rubies. I got a little lost in those eyes, to be honest. I stopped and asked her name, and in the quietest voice she told me it didn’t matter.

In my over emotional state I let the sadism get the best of me. “Well then, Pony that Doesn't Matter, I suppose that will be your new name. ‘Useless’ when I’m feeling cross with you.” I remember saying, as I circled her with a grin. I offered her shelter and food, so long as she never left my home again, and never spoke to somepony that wasn’t me. If she didn’t matter, I would become the only thing in her life that did.

She seemed taken aback by that, but was very obviously too close to starving to refuse. She came home with me, and became my maid.

I caught her trying to leave for the first time a week after that, and I broke one of her wings. I sat on her, and held her with magic, and pushed on the shoulder while pulling the tip until it cracked, and then I trimmed all her feathers down. And then I fucked her, standing on her wing the whole time. I told her how useless she was, how much she just didn’t matter, how far above her I was - how she’d bear my child if she wasn’t too useless to. She sobbed, and screamed, and when I was done - she thanked me. Unprompted. Told me she loved me. I spat in her eye, and she thanked me for that too.

She seemed to get her wits about her again about a month later, just as her wing was starting to heal. She tried to fly over the fence and crashed into it painfully, ending up a sobbing mess on the grass. I walked up to her and asked if she had learned her lesson. Admittedly, it was in a rather mocking tone. Her response was to spit in my eye.

Well, she tried to, at least. It fell short of my faved and honestly, it just made me want to laugh. I still pretended to be mad though.

I rolled her into her back, and made her scream as I crushed her already injured wings with my hooves. Again and again, I stomped on them, until the bone was nothing but powder in the bloody mess that used to be her wings. Then I walked inside, and left her there while I grabbed a knife.

I won’t get too awful graphic now. I cut off her wings, which took good amount of time as I worked through and around her bone shards. Then I closely coated my cock in her blood, while I. Well. I think this deserves a direct quote. I’m proud of this one, you know.

“Well, since you’ve proven yourself so useless as a Pegasus, I figured I’d go ahead and make you an earth pony - that way you can show us all how useless you are at that as well, Pony who Doesn't Matter.

“And I’ll be making you eat your own wings, of course - bone shrapnel and all - unless you can think of a way to make this up to me.”

I finished with a grin, still stroking my bloody cock as I watched her, crying, listening to me so intently. I expected her to beg, offer cleaning, maybe even try to blow me - which is what I was going to force her to do, to be honest. But instead she stood on shaky hooves, turned around, and presented herself to me. In the smallest voice, she whimpered, "Please...Just make me yours, so I can stop thinking about leaving..."

And that pleased me. I might like hurting others but, true subservience is still a deeply satisfying thing. She wanted to not even be able to think about being anything other than MINE. So I stood up, mounted her, and sodomized her with nothing but her blood as lube. She screamed as I tore her open, and I clamped her mouth shut with my magic. I bit her shoulder until it tore, and while her blood stained the white of my fur, I picked up my knife, and carved a padlock into her chest. "Mine," I growled, "All Mine, all mine." And she was. She was all mine. She still is, even now as I write this, my dutiful maid. She's cleaning my piss off the wall with her tongue right now, and though her nose is wrinkled in distaste, she still smiles at me every time she spies me glancing her way. I took her teeth out awhile back, so really, its an awful smile. Still nice in theory though.

Pony who Doesn't Matter is the mother of my daughter now, and has been awhile. Ruby Velvet I named her - a dignified name for what I hoped would be a dignified pony. She's an older filly now, no cutie mark of course - I have kept her rather sheltered, after all. She doesn't get to leave her room aside from dinner time. I imagine she'd have taken over the business for me, should she have had a normal life - or maybe gone into medical. As is, well. I've been hoping she'll get her cutie mark in torture, branding, limb removal...something along those lines. As hard as I've tried to train her to be the perfect little hedonist, though, she's got a pretty strong sense of self and craving of independence. I don't think she's moral, per se, but she certainly resents me for how I've kept her inside.
Ah well.
I'll deal with that later.

Signed, Velour.
End Entry the Second.