Survival Through Resignation

Apple Bloom's hands were shaking. For a month, she'd been practising her alphabet twice a day. In the mornings, before work, she would train on a large dildo, and in the evenings, she would show Rumble how much she had learned, then learn something new. So far, the longest sentence she had been able to remember was "Open the window, the eagle is landing." It wasn't a long sentence, but learning an entirely new alphabet was difficult.

That sentence was a coded phrase that Rumble wanted her to deliver. She was allowed to know what it said for delivery, but being encoded, she wasn't allowed to know exactly what it meant, as the information was segmented. Rumble had said it had something to do with separating the lock from the key. Even if she was to deliver the message to the wrong recipient, they would have no idea what it meant, and would likely ignore it. Especially if they were not part of the resistance at all, in which case, it would just feel like a normal, if slightly choreographed, blowjob.

Silver spook grabbed her hand. "You're going to do fine, Apple Bloom," she assured. "You've practised this way more than the rest of us. That's why you were selected to deliver the message."

"Nuh-uh, Sweetie Belle has practised way more than me."

"That's true," agreed Sweetie, "but I've also been practising my song and dance. We need somepony to draw the attention of the nobles, and I'm better suited for that. Silver's going to distract the guards so that they can't catch on, and you're going to walk right up to the duke and deliver the message."

"It's not the duke that has me on edge," admitted Apple Bloom. "It's his guest. Zaka's gonna be there with one of his wives, and they're gonna be lookin' right at me. As much as Ah want Zaka taken down, Ah think plotting a coup right under his nose is cutting it a little too close."

"Rumble wouldn't have set all this up if he didn't think you could do it. He's put a lot of trust and faith in you." Sweetie leaned in and kissed Apple Bloom, lingering for a few seconds as their tongues danced. "And so have we."

"We're really counting on you, Apple Bloom," agreed Silver as the carriage came to a stop. "You're going to do great."

The door opened, and they fell silent. In hushed tones, they could be drowned out by the rumbling of the wheels, and the guards that were escorting them that could have been listening in were sympathetic to the cause, sent to act as a failsafe in case something went wrong. If Zaka even suspected that one of the slaves was trying to send encoded messages, they would drag the slave off to the dungeon and give them a sound beating. It wasn't great, but it wasn't death.

They were escorted inside and quickly changed into their outfits, which were provided for them by the duke himself. As he was in charge of the event, he was the one who decided what they would wear, and they didn't have these outfits in Appleford. Nor did they have manedressers or makeup artists. It took some time, but the girls, along with a plethora of other slaves from other districts, all had their manes and faces changed, their stripes touched up, and brand new outfits. Aside from the stripes marking their place in society, they all looked completely the same, having lost much of their individuality.

Sweetie Belle was the first to walk out and take the center of the table. Despite still recovering from giving birth, she had been selected to be the main attraction because she was not only dancing, but singing. She may not have looked the prettiest, but her throat was good for more than just taking cock.

Silver Spoon went next, with the largest group. Her orders were to move about the room, offering her services to any non-slave party, whether guards or guests, but not the guest of honour, nor the host. That was Apple Bloom's job.

A line had formed in front of the duke of gift slaves; a special selection from each of the various properties under the Duke's control. While he was personally in control of what was once Canterlot, he funded and operated the surrounding area. Even though Rumble owned most of Ponyville, it was the duke who owned Rumble.

Apple Bloom watched closely the heads of those who went before her. "The sparrow is nesting, look not." "The groundhog is asleep." "The snake is hdnting." She was sure that the last one was supposed to say "hunting," but the deliverer looked to be a bit young, especially compared to the other two. Granted, she looked to be a year older than Apple Bloom, herself, but she'd messed up. Apple Bloom couldn't shake the feeling that she was going to mess up, as well.

It was her turn next. As she approached, she noted that Zaka, sitting right next to the duke, has his rod buried in the muzzle of a buxom blonde, probably his wife. She couldn't see her face, but she hoped that whoever it was was there by choice.

She kneeled down in front of the duke, adopting the forced accent that she'd had to use in front of the headmaster. She didn't feel the need to strain herself for Rumble, but the duke may not appreciate her flavour. "I have been sent by my master to pleasure you, sir. Shall I begin?"

The duke nodded and waved her closer. As she wrapped her lips around the duke's shaft, she suddenly thought back to Applejack. Would she be proud to see that she was fighting to free the slaves? Or would she be ashamed to see her little sister sucking cock for no pay?

She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her message. "Open the win..." She didn't make it very far before she could feel Zaka's gaze on her. She stopped and looked up at him, the fear in her eyes very apparent. She slowed her pace significantly. "Window. The eagle..." He knew. He knew what she was doing. He was scowling down at her now. Swallowing her fear, she charged onward. "Is landing."

As she licked his balls, the duke waved her away. If she was going to be disposed of now, she could stomach that. She did what she had to do. Ponies would be freed, thanks to her, even if she wasn't going to be among them.