Survival Through Resignation

Gen pushed her claws up into Apple Bloom's pussy, wiggling them around inside of her. Being a slave, any sharpness that had been on her claws had been blunted down right after her arrival, and had not been allowed to be sharp since. She had sharpened them at one point, but having spent a day in the steam cells and having the claws filed down to where the tips of her fingers were extremely sensitive, she never tried that again.

"You like that?" she moaned quietly. "You like having me inside of you?"

Apple Bloom nodded, biting her lip and spreading her legs. "Deeper..."

"As you command, mistress," smirked Gen. She'd wanted to be a pleasure slave, and had spent a lot of her adult life pleasuring the guards, either to satiate her own desires or to help Apple Bloom protect the others in Sandstorm's absence by way of providing a distraction.

But it was different with Apple Bloom. She didn't want to keep Apple Bloom in the dark, but she did want to distract her. For tonight, she wanted to make Apple Bloom forget that they may never see each other again, but she also wanted to make sure she remembered why she would want to.

Gen pulled back her claws and sucked them clean, licking her beak. "You taste so sweet, just like your name implies."

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. Gen had used that line before, and even though it was cheesy, it made her smirk every time.

Gen dug in her tongue, slurping and suckling on Apple Bloom's clit, with only her thumb and tongue going in. She loved seeing her lover wriggle, whoever that may be. Apple Bloom just happened to be the cutest among them.

Despite how sharp Gen's beak looked, if she relaxed, it was soft enough to be flexible. She could rip a rabbit to shreds, and moments later, have a cock down her throat, checking to ensure that she had no gag reflex. Lots of practice ensured that she hadn't bitten anypony in months. Accidentally, anyway.

Apple Bloom, despite regularly being used for sex, was not as accustomed to it. She was often trying to avoid it and do other work, but knowing that she was going to be called to suck a zebra's cock was often just seen as being something she had to do sometimes, and she would avoid it when she could. But she liked Gen. Gen never made the experience uncomfortable. She was lucky to have somepony like that.

"Flip around," commanded Apple Bloom when next Gen came up for air. "Let's do this right."

"As mistress commands," smiled Gen, crawling around Apple Bloom's bed until she was straddling her face. "Does mistress like my arse?"

Apple Bloom didn't respond verbally, grabbing ahold of Gen's buttocks and pulling them apart with her fingers. Instead, she pressed her lips against her cloaca, and through there, they were connected. As Gen pushed her entire beak into Apple Bloom, the circuit was finished.

Apple Bloom was already close, having been on the receiving end of Gen's primary assault. While she felt the need to make up the difference, she was not required to do so. Even if you were a pleasure slave, the owners didn't care if you felt good. If the slave reached the height of pleasure, that just meant more cleanup, so it was often discouraged, but some mares thought it was worth wiping it off the floor if it meant a brief few seconds of happiness.

Still, Apple Bloom was who she was. That meant that she wasn't going to consider the night finished until Gen was satisfied. This was the last night for the two of them, after all. She might never have the chance to make it right if she didn't tonight.

It wasn't long before Apple Bloom came, mashing her face into Gen's tail feathers to muffle herself. Despite this, Gen didn't let up at all, pressing her tongue hard against the now tender area. She didn't actually have the opportunity to pull away, as Apple Bloom's thighs had clamped down on her head, holding her close.

It took several minutes of buildup, but Apple Bloom was eventually able to coax a climax out of Gen. It felt as though she had been holding off, and with her contractions, Apple Bloom knew why. The remnants of at least half a dozen zebra ejaculates were crammed up there from the last two days, that being the last time they'd showered. They only did so twice a week to save water. Still, Apple Bloom lapped it up, swallowing as the slaves are oft forced to do.

"They try'na put a kid in ya?"

Gen pulled her face up. "I don't think they care. If they don't claim it, I have to be the one to take care of it, and that means more labour for me. If they do claim it, it'll be raised away from me, and probably end up driving slaves like whoever the father is. It depends on who owns me at the time."

"For what it's worth, I kind of hope it's the latter."

"Really?"

Apple Bloom nodded, rubbing her face against Gen's thigh to communicate that. "Maybe they won't want slaves. Then they can just work for a living in a society that respects them as a normal being with rights and such."

Gen shook her head. "As long as I don't have to suck my son's cock. Then again, forcing my daughter to follow in my path would be harrowing. I guess you're right."

They both managed to climax once more each, then Gen curled her arms around Apple Bloom's waist from behind, operating as the big spoon. Her body was warm, creating a pleasant embrace. Apple Bloom's body was coated with a thin layer of fur, but Genevieve's soft down trapped her body heat and made her hugs all the warmer and softer.

"Gen?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for tonight. I really needed this."

Gen kissed her neck. "I am happy to be of service, mistress."

"I'm going to miss you. If ever we meet again, this is how I want to remember you."

"We'll see each other," she promised. It's been ten years, but when your sister busts us all out of here, I'm going to help her find you."

Apple Bloom shook a bit in fear. It had been too long. Applejack had not made it yet, meaning she couldn't come. Whatever happened from this point on, Apple Bloom had to look out for herself, using the wisdom she'd received from her family. She was a fully-grown mare now. It was time she acted like it.