Author's Note

It's Fireflower again with the eighth installment of my first My Little Pony fanfic going beyond the typical oneshots I'd made from before and already using canon characters as human beings instead of their normal forms; however, this is nonetheless a Mature fimfic for this chapter here will deal with certain subject matters considered unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated: speaking of which, I'd like to extend my thanks to Rand and Schorl for inspiring me to write it down, so much so that I'm crediting them with the source material.

In addition, I would like to take this time to inform you this chapter is only a nightmare but it can and will bring shock, awe, and outrage out of you in ways too horrible to imagine so it's with a generous heart and mind that yours truly has uploaded another chapter after this as well on the same day no less: for those of you amongst themselves wishing to skip ahead, please do so; I promise, it'll help calm your nerves a bit for the most part.

Lastly, let me also say that I hope you can withstand this chapter now and stay tuned for future chapters later on then again, you've but a few options: stop right there and wait, go back to the beginning, or skip ahead to the next chapter; whatever decision you make, I won't blame you but consider yourselves warned.

Aubade

All throughout the way, there was an abysmal unknown of complete blackness where only such factors of sight, substance, and scent lay buried inside those obscurities best referred to as a void. The exceptions which had given clues to the very location’s identity were surface, sensitivity, and sound: such were the gentle breezes being close to comfort anyone whom would cross paths. Most importantly, the current occupancy was above from simply desolate, let alone abandoned; after all, there were a few colors in many caliginous shades and hues giving off their silent cries.

Then, without any kind of warning whatsoever, a sharp turn in the tides had given off a brief glimpse of light into the darkness, bright and blue as the skies. There was an abundance of items, great and small, decorating the spacious yet finite boarders: boxes, crates, papers, birdcages, plants, instruments, and racks. Tucked in one of the corners facing opposite towards each other was a small couch and armchair; the former, gilded and red; the latter, all scarlet and yellowish.

“Say, Flim, do you think the presence of a slave of her own sex would loosen her shoulders a bit; maybe it’s time to trot out our little surprise, wouldn’t you say…?” a stray voice had emerged from the dark backward when some more colors now came into the picture already so to speak of.

Despite this, the jet–black void had held firm, refusing to leave the premise even when the lights jumped about intermittently as is; in the meantime, a similar counterpart had answered freely, “I think that’s a great idea; trust me, you’ll love this…”

Sure enough, a pair of hard footsteps were being made in the process, each one harder and louder than the last from what’s heard; eventually, some fabric was ripped away in an instant, revealing a predominately redheaded man with skin lighter than jade eyes: his attire had consisted of a stripy coat with gilded buttons, a solid black bowtie, and off–white pants matching his straw hat.

“Wake up, dollface…!” he’d barked, kicking the wired surface with absolutely no hesitation thereof, “we’ve got company…!”

“Hng…?” a weak murmur had escaped into the fold, belonging to the lonely listener whom heard some metal clicking about before a hand reached into the confines.

In the redheaded man’s grasp was some flat silver hand all tangled up and attached to a brightly skinned woman with amethyst eyes: unlike him, she was in the altogether, save for a jet–black collar wrapped firmly around neckline from what he can see clearly about; in addition, her own face was lacking of hair in any shape or form whatsoever, not that it’d matter to her at all no less.

His hand dragged her to the other side of the area without a care as he’d spoken right in her ear, “go on, don’t be shy; introduce yourself…”

The bright skinned woman couldn’t do much at all, except look at the two people up in front of her line of eyesight all the same: one of them had seemed to be an exact carbon copy correspondent of her harsh handler, albeit more clean–shaven and colder; the other was a tanned blonde in dire need of an introduction since, like her, the latter was only wearing the same attire. Even with those emerald orbs, neither of the redheaded men saw eye–to–eye with either woman whatsoever nevertheless herein; as a matter of fact, the cluster of freckles thereof served to differentiate between the two as far as there was a cause for concern: additionally, there were also some signs of discoloration upon the face as well, lightly shaded but otherwise noticeable.

“Applejack, it’s s–so good to s–s–see you…!” the bright skinned woman stuttered shakily after pulling the tanned blonde into a hug, catching the latter off–guard before returning the favor, “I’m so sorry…!”

“Do you two already know each other?” asked the mustached man, sounding genuinely surprised; his clean–shaved correspondent paid no mind, leering at the sight of two barenaked ladies pressed against one another.

Either way, the bright skinned woman was being pulled away from the tanned blonde as her handler changed ownership between the redheaded men, one of whom had said, “huh, small world; in any case, the lovely Miss Trixie is the newest member of the Flim Flam Franchises family. My brother and I have been looking to branch out of marketing into the entertainment industry for a while now; so, when we heard the famous Great and Powerful Trixie was up for sale, well, we just had to snap her up and see if there was any start power left in her, not to mention, she came with this. We thought we’d put her to work doing magic shows, just like in the old days; there was only one tiny problem: she couldn’t exactly do real magic tricks anymore on account of her skill, or, should I say, the lack thereof. Yes, unfortunately, magic wasn’t quite in the cards anymore for ol’ Stumpy: I mean, after all, you can’t be a wizard without a wan, isn’t that right, Stumpy? Go on, tell Applejack yourself…”

“T–tell her what…?” the silver haired individual meekly asked, shaking about due to the clean–shaven man casually reaching down to grasp her bosom, “what is there to talk about it?!”

His brother prodded Trixie with a finger, “tell her why you can’t do magic anymore; say what we’d taught you to say…”

“I–I can’t do magic anymore, not ever again…” the bright skinned woman sniffled after clearing her throat, amethyst orbs welling up with fluid as she tried to choke back the sobs, “b–because… because…”

“Because…?” asked the mustached man mildly.

Trixie tried to look down at the floor but was caught, her chin forced upward as she’d stuttered about, “b–because I w–was a n–n–naughty lassie and… and…”

“And what…?” the warmer man whispered into the bright skinned woman’s ear almost sensually, causing her darker counterpart to gawk, “go on ahead; say it…”

“T–they h–had–had to take my S–S–SKILLS AWAY…!” Trixie had broken out into a fit of loud wracking sobs, burying her face in her own hands.

Applejack had felt nothing but sorrow and anger at her brighter correspondent and their shared handlers respectively as the mustached man purred, “poor girl, I completely forgot how sensitive she was about her skills being permanently culled: how callous of me; anyway, when we started doing shows with her again, we had to rework her act a bit. Now, it’s mostly just making increasingly larger things ‘disappear’ into herself: gets a little repetitive, truth be told, but it’s still good fun; you and Big Macintosh should come out to town and see it sometime. No promises, but I can look into getting you a friends–and–family discount…”

“I wish you had a skill to cull off or, you know, wind to ground but I guess you were born on the earth anyway: can’t miss what you never had…” the clean–shaven man sneered as he took out a cigar from underneath his shirt, lighting it up with a match from his pocket before snuffing its fire, “real shame, too, because I’d pay good money to see you cry. Trixie here gives it away for free, just like everything else, but you? We could charge maybe five or–––”

“Fuck you…!” the tanned blonde interjected without warning, earning a gasp from the colder redhead, a cock from his brother, and some silence from Trixie, her skin even becoming more whiter than her hair.

The clean–shaven man’s concave curved downward as his cigar almost felt out before finding its way mere inches away from Applejack’s cheek, but no further as he’d hissed, “so she isn’t mute at all; you know, maybe I was wrong: normal girls do have other things to ruin, like your pretty face. Personally, I think a few burns here and there might be an improvement…”

“Let’s not get carried away, brother…” the mustached man said calmly, plucking the lit stick off from his brother’s fingers gently as the former tossed it down on the floor before stomping about, “we can’t leave marks on her, you know that; collect yourself…”

“Did you even hear her; aren’t we going to punish her?!” the clean–shaven man had snarled instantly.

His brother looked back evenly before answering, “not like that: I said calm down; you’ll get your chance…”

“Those bitches: the least they’d do is accept that they’d lost, plain and simple; after all, Celestia lost her crown and country too…” the clean–shaven man cerebrated as he’d looked at the tanned blonde more intently than ever so to speak of, brimming with toxins, “I–––”

“You’ll get your chance…” his brother repeated; soon, they were all silent, even Applejack whom had let out a deep breath before it’d became golden again.

Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until there next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever changing plane of existence where many variables had come in all shapes and sizes, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; either way, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed a few no less.

In any case, the foursome were without words so to speak of, having nothing to say to each other or to themselves that could be ever heard; still, the only sounds came from the bright skinned woman, currently at the tender mercies of the clean–shaven man exploring her forcefully no less. As for his brother, he’d sat in the armchair with his fingers laced, staring at the tanned blonde: initially, it was an even ratio but he couldn’t resist laying eyes on someone else other than Trixie; nevertheless, the silence was upheld, even though it was far from easy for the lonely women. Needless to say, Applejack was calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the very time: since the bright skinned woman was directly in front of the clean–shaven man, the former froze; the latter’s eyes darted to and fro as teeth were gritting against its own shared surface area as is.

It wasn’t long until the colder redhead decided to break the monotony with but only a holler so loud and abrupt that tanned blonde nearly jumped out of her seat, “STOP! I’m going out, I need some fresh air; I need some fresh pussy too, but I guess this whiny cunt will have to do for now…”

“I think that’s a capital idea…” the mustached man said, not taking his eyes off of Applejack anyway so to speak of herein, “all the more reason for her to know the ropes and, more importantly, her place too…”

“Hah…!” Trixie cried, seized by a hand roughly.

The clean–shaven counterpart dragged the bright skinned woman aside and pushed an area open, presenting them with the heat and light of an outside world. Although Trixie was quick to get a glimpse of the starriest sapphires shining about, thanks to the golden sun, her face had met the ground and the grass too. Of course, the bright skinned woman soon recognized where much of the green was: on the other side of the white fences where many trees were growing up. In the distance faraway from Trixie was a large homestead slathered predominately in crimson and a small orange shed standing upright and running near. Some of the spaces were occupied by other forms of vegetation, more open and brimming with appendages rather than the fruit high up within the foliage. There were a scarcity of workers found in the background, each with only their own collar of but nothing more, much like the bright skinned woman herself.

The colder redhead pushed her further into the ground, growling fiercely, “listen here, you twat: I’m going to show little miss Applejack something along the lines of this is what happens to smug bitches…!”

“Please, I don’t know what you’re talking about; this has to be a joke: Flim Flam Franchises family, right?!” Trixie sobbed fearfully about as he’d quickly studied her entire bared body from top to bottom licentiously, “what in Tartarus is going on here: what did I do to deserve all this; are you one of the vandals from Ponyville?!”

“It’s simple: your country lost because Celestia was a stupid whore who ran this country into the ground and lost the war and now she has to serve her conquerors naked and on the floor…!” the clean–shaven redhead answered as his fingers made contact with the brass teeth directly over his waistline.

As soon as the bright skinned woman had heard some unzipping purr, her amethyst orbs had widened about as she’d pleaded, “please, whatever this is about, don’t do this to me; I don’t want to give birth to a child yet: I’m not even married yet…!”

“That’s too bad, because, you see, all of you women don’t get to have a say in these things anymore, not since they fell…!” he’d snorted, his face now up close and personal more than ever as far as she can feel; at the very least, there was some distance, “it’s quite a shame really: with your body, you could’ve been on the way to motherhood in about a few years’ time no less. Anyways, my brother Flam and I were about to make a stopover in Ponyville to show off our latest invention for the season: The Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000, a machine capable of making homemade apple beverage in record time so to speak of; at the very least, we would’ve been able to give the people what they’d wanted so badly, more than these Apples ever could. Many a mistake was made when it came to people and economics and the denizens of Ponyville were all the more reason why; even in the age of rapid progress, there are still people in and out of Equestria whom fail to understand supply and demand: in order to turn a profit, supply must outweigh demand so as long as there’s a big enough of a surplus to give everyone a chance. Previously, before this land ended up under new management, selling a dream was only going to work as long as people want something: as kids, they were just something to help us stay still with our eyes closed for six to twelve hours, provided they were safe from harm; speaking of which, legends and myths of people sleeping for much longer seems to be much the staple point. In any case, people these days want something brought to them in the real world, more than just a good dream rather than nightmares: sure, Princess Luna had a good run but the world wasn’t ready for the likes of her to come back after what she did a millennium ago; after all, she’d betrayed her sister and their country all because people would rather sleep at night anyways. Consequentially, Celestia’s decision to welcome her back after the Elements were done with her was buts one mistake too many: even with their combined power, they couldn’t save the day together like they’d used to, especially considering their loss; if anything, all it has done was enlighten us brothers to the reality of our situation at hand, alongside with the rest of Equestria. Only then, we’d come to realize how weak and pathetic the Princesses were, especially since they couldn’t protect their niece; not only that, it has made us more willing to try our hand at something we’d never imagined in an otherwise free country like it: the business of pleasure and pain, but mostly pleasure and what better way than the labors of lust with lasses such as you.”

“Forget it: I’m the Great and Powerful Trixie, not some generic and pathetic trollop to be passed around like a baby doll for show and tell; I definitely refuse to be your commonplace harlot…!” the eponymous outsider spat out angrily, even with the close proximity between themselves already made apparent.

Nevertheless, the clean–shaven man licked the bright skinned woman’s ears as he’d hissed on, “I regret to inform you that you don’t have much of a choice anymore, not like years ago when she was alone on the throne; magic or no magic, you’re a slave, just like Applejack and her precious friends, the Bearers of Harmony, and this jet–black collar is proof of that, plain and simple. Every single woman between your age and senior years has that collar around their neck as proof of their place in the new world: even if you’d managed to grow old enough to endure all of this to menopause and beyond, it won’t ever matter any other way; once they find a solution to reverse the ageing and restore all fertility to the sterile and the like, the elderly will become past. Depending on whatever child you give birth to, you won’t even be able to see them any which way, no woman will be able to: should they be a lot like you, they’ll be at the mercy of any man great or small, once they come of age in this new world herein; on the other hand, they’d be able to have any woman waiting at their disposal to bear any and all their children, ready or not. Suffice it to say, your days as a magician as well as your daydreams to become powerful have already come to an end here: today, you’ll come to know your place and embrace your role as a slave for the men under the new regime such as us alone; after all, you’d already given your body to someone else and have birthed more than you had before, so here’s a little reminder…”

“No, please, sir: I don’t wanna; somebody…” she’d struggled to speak before finding something entering her from abaft with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever, “EEUUUUAAAAAAGH…!”

Trixie became quadrupedal as he’d started wrenching her head back with a fistful of white hair in his left hand while the opposite was stuck between her thighs, violently massaging the space between them. Every time the clean–shaven man thrusted himself forward into the bright skinned woman, their bodies slapped together wetly as she’d started to yip; this was all that she could do at this moment alone. At the very least, she began to cry, albeit quietly than she’d done before as her eyes were closed to the world at large; for what it was worth, no amount of darkness was going to distract her from the suffering. This was nothing to him as he’d pressed onward, uncaring of Trixie’s position, their state, or his dishabille: the trousers around his ankles were already undone, no doubt the work of their owner in all of this. In any case, the bright skinned woman sniffled and snorted about as the tresses remained firmly in the clean–shaven man’s possession, restricting what little movements to be made, voluntary and otherwise. Moisture had started to gather about between the twosome in question, forming from their brows so to speak of; in her case, she was become hot and heavy as his rubdowns became more intense than before. Eventually, the clean–shaven man started to move faster than he’d prior, causing Trixie to open her eyes again as they were leaking about along with her teeth, panting and heaving, all despite her attempts. Soon, the bright skinned woman felt something warm and tacky bursting about from the other end as he’d let out a loud grunt; afterwards, they’d broken away, creating a hot pink trail betwixt themselves.

As soon as she was down on the ground flat on her wet face, she’d let out a long melancholic howl, blubbering about uncontrollably as those numerous tears were currently pulled down by gravity so to speak of no less.

“No use crying about it anyway; after all, mommy and daddy ain’t going to save you, much less help you out of this situation: if anything, I’m pretty sure they’re making more babies now…” the clean–shaven man taunted as he was watching Trixie leak with both kinds of fluids from her unprotected waistline as it were.

The bright skinned woman squirmed about as she’d turned to face him again, his prepuce in full view leaking about with the same compound while weeping, “you’ll regret this day, you bastard: just wait until he catches up with you one day; you and your brother will be wishing you had never been born…”

“And what difference would that make: suppose if we brothers hadn’t bought you, much less never existed at all, then what?” the clean–shaven redhead taunted as he’d pulled her closer to him by both legs, dragging the rest across the terra firma underneath, “it would’ve been only a matter of time so to speak of before someone broken you in place, much like the others here. Even if you had managed to find the will to fight, it would’ve been all for nothing as it were, much like your hopes and dreams: you women were already outmatched long before your nation fell to the conquerors by your own men, Equestrian and otherwise; the magic you’d once relied on for strength and temperance has now been used against you to secure their holdings already. In the grand scheme of things, your livelihoods were just a fantasy enabled by that slut of a princess who was weak anyway; as for the dreams, all that her sister can do now is be helped into knowing her place as she and all the women should nonetheless: Rarity and Fluttershy were more than welcome to embrace their new roles now that their dreams are already over for them. Of course, there will always be others like you whom either had yet to be broken or are still trying to put themselves back: aside from Applejack herself, Rainbow is still defying their new masters and Pinkie can’t decide between either red or purple; either way, their struggles will be nothing but a challenge to overcome, whether or not they ditch the black collar all the same. Until then, I’m gonna enjoy watching you break into so many pieces, no amount of magic or science will put you together again; failing that, the least I can do is get as much as we can out of you before selling you off to the highest bidder, with a few changes: I know for a fact with all these drugs we’d been pumping you, it’s only a matter of time until you bloom into a perfect one. You can cry and curse all you want but there’s nothing you can do anymore except know your role and shut the fuck up now: Applejack has been doing a damn fine job keeping her mouth shut up until she’d said those words to my face so suddenly; I was about to put a little burns on her face but you’ll do for now, especially with your wet cunt, make no mistake about it at all now!”

“AHNNNN…!” Trixie cried aloud as he’d now stuck his shaft in between her legs, feeling two of the solutions mixing in her without a care therein.

As much as the bright skinned woman had screamed and shouted about, no one at all was going to arrive in aid her whatsoever; even though there were a few bystanders passing them by, the majority of them were much like herself, in or out of the fence: not even a sneak peak from the tanned blonde could change anything about the situation the former was currently in nonetheless. Much like before, Trixie had to close her eyes again, this time more aware of what the clean–shaven man was doing to her; no matter how much pain she was going through, this was the only option formulating within her mind as she’d struggled thru: soon enough, her amethyst orbs were starting to embrace the darkness, its form more comfortable than his concupiscent visage thereof.