“What do you think, father?” Copper asked. Storm observed the trembling mare, eyes locking onto her vulva. “She's… Thin. Not good for foals.”

“W-well, we can get her back in shape.” The blue stallion said nervously. “She's beautiful though! I'm sure she’ll make pretty fillies that will sell for plenty!” The older stallion looked back to his son, eyes narrowing. “Hmmm…” He turned back to the chained mare and raised his hoof to press to her lips.

“Ah!” Sunny yelped, a shudder running through her as she barely stopped herself from kicking the old pervert in the snout. He pulled back scowling “she's wild.”

“Well- yes, I know she is above my skill level, but I can break her in I'm sure.” Copper rubbed his hooves together nervously, glancing down at the Sunnys vagina. If not for his nerves he most likely wouldn’t have been able to hold out any longer and have mounted her already. With her physical condition he’d be able to pump as many loads into her as he wanted without her getting pregnant, though his father had told him it was a myth. That you should prep your mares before putting them to breeding to get healthy foals. Nevertheless, his cock twitched slightly at the thought. A sickly foal could just be put down, afterall.

“Why couldn’t you have gotten a nice and tame unicorn.” Storm sighed heavily, looking at his son with a mix of exasperation and exhaustion. “Horn already removed, it would make the perfect breeder for laborers. Ponies pay a lot these days for unicorn servants.” He prodded the bound mare's wings “Pegasi are unruly.”

The blue stallion jumped to his side, looking down at Sunny with him, ignoring the way she trembled harder than before. If either stallion were at her front they may have noticed the tears beginning to soak her blindfold.

“But they are pretty, right? That's why you choose a pegasus to have your sons instead of a unicorn, which would have been the business move. But you followed your heart! Choosing a mare not the superficial, but on what really matters” He placed a hoof proudly onto Sunny's rump “Her looks! And I did the same, choosing the prettiest mare there. Her buttery coat, smooth like silk, thick and vibrant mane, it makes her the perfect wife for me.”

Storm chuckled “Well I guess you’ve sold me. Her fillies can be sold to a brothel, they buy high for exotic and pretty stock.” He looked down to her, his eyes almost fond as if lost in a memory. “Just keep her in a cell or your room, I don't want her where she can make a mess before she's trained”

“Of course father.” Copper said, practically bouncing on his hooves as Storm made his way out of the room. Back to work, most likely.

The blue stallion squealed, grabbing the chain connecting to the heavy collar on Sunny's neck. He started off down a hallway, dragging the helpless mare along with him, chattering as he went.
“This is amazing! Father’s gonna let me keep you! We’ll get to training right away, teaching you your duties and your schedule. You’ll have to meet the servants who’ll take care of you of course, and when you’ll be fed.” Copper prattle excitedly, not caring of how she shook behind him. Other mares, also adorned in collars, though these ones were lighter and more plush, watched as she was led through the halls. An older looking unicorn watched her with pity in her eyes, looking particularly at Sunny's wings. The old mare's horn was removed. Sawed off cleanly at the midway point.

Copper looked back at the bound pegasus “Don't worry about where you’ll be sleeping, you’ll stay in my room!” Despite his “reassurance” this did not make her worry less. She gasped in a trembling breath trying to starve off a sob. If she started actively crying now she didn’t think she’d ever be able to stop. She still trembled like a leaf and her face was anything but dry. The blue stallion slowed, looking around the hallway.

“You, bitch.” He called to a passing earth mare. She flinched and stalled her walking, turning to him, gaze hard.

“Get my dear something filling, something to get her weight up. And bring it to my room.” He demanded. The mare only gave a slow nod, turning around and heading the opposite way she had been going without a single word.

Copper chuckled. “Apple Mints is a feisty one, I'm not allowed to mount her cause she’ll fight back. Didn’t stop me from trying though!” Sunny shuddered, swallowing down her nausea as Copper resumed their pace. “You can’t call ones like that their names to their faces, gives them too much identity. Apple breeds have a lot of fight in them.” He talked casually, it made her sick to her stomach. Why was he even telling her this? To scare her? To break her spirit? He was talking to her like she was his friend when earlier he talked like she was some great deal he got at the store. But… that was what she was though, wasn't she.

She felt clueless, helpless and sick. She could taste the vomit in her through when she heard him stop, the clanking of his hooves quieting.

“We’re here! My room’s already renovated for you so don't fret, I have a water bowl set out and everything.” He opened the large dark blue double doors leading into a large bedroom, a king sized bed with royal blue sheets stood in the middle of the room like a center piece.

Sunny lurched forward at the brush of a hoof at the back of her neck, stumbling over the chains around her legs. She screamed and actually fell when the pegasus stallion slapped her flank.

“Ha ha, calm down! I'm just removing the blindfold, we won't get to the fun stuff until later, though you can still probably suck me off.” He laughed, looking down on her wailing on the floor, finally breaking down and sobbing. He kicked at Sunny's legs and continued laughing.

She was hysterical. Shrieking and pulling on her chains, blindfold soaked and snot and tears running down into her mouth as she spit and wailed like a dying mare. It was fascinating to him. He had never seen somepony struggle this much, in this much pain and panic, almost animalistic in their blind struggle. Without a clear goal other than to be saved, by oneself or another soul willing to help.

It was turning him on.

Copper switched his grip on her chain from his hoof to his mouth and pulled. Her yells became ear piercing as she was dragged across the room, shouting words he didn’t bother to try and decipher. He overpowered her easily, malnourishment kept her body too weak to truly fight as he pulled her across the room to a thick metal ring attached to the wall farthest away from the door.

Attaching the chain to the ring he stepped back and watched her wailing quiet. Her body heaved with her sobs and she violently shook against the wall, backed up as far as she could. The stallion sat on the floor and leaned against his bed as he watched. He placed a hoof on his cock, feeling how hard it had become from watching her struggles, and began to stroke himself.

Author's Note

Much of the start of this chapter was written over a year ago and is much different than my more recent writing. This shouldn't be much of a problem going forward. I didn't rewrite it because it does make me a bit sick to my stomach.