A Complicated Relationship

Chapters

Day 1 (Some kink with mostly plot stuff)
Day 2 (Major Kink Stuff Starts Here)
Day 3
Day 5
Day 8
Day 10
Day 13
Day 14
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Day 1 (Some kink with mostly plot stuff)

The Black and Grey Mare bordello is a humble establishment in Baltimare that caters to the more unusual tastes that regular pleasure businesses don’t provide. Staffed with carefully vetted attendants, all experts in the erotic arts dedicated to caring to their clienteles’ vices, there was very little that was considered off-limits. The greatest limitation was the deepness of one’s wallet. The white furred unicorn mare Final Verse, professional dominatrix and headmistress of The Black and Grey Mare, attending to one such client.

It was very rare to find a client with the level of passion and money to set up the scenario Final had taken charge of. For a request this unique, she had taken the reins and put her full attention for this service. The client was a regular that had visited her multiple times before; an earth stallion by the name of Gear Shift. A mechanical engineer; a very wealthy one. They had met some time ago for a regular session. Most clients tended to be nervous for the first session, especially when the head dominatrix of the bordello was involved, but Gear Shift was an anomaly. He was a stallion who knew what he wanted. Unashamed and eager, Final was surprised at his limitless enthusiasm for her craft.

Safe words were discussed, naturally, but in the months that followed he seldom called it. He always seemed to want more, to take it further each session. There was a passion to him reminiscent of Final’s late husband that she found endearing. Eventually Gear’s obsession caused him to request a 24/7 full submission dynamic for his extended vacation. Full control given for the next 4 weeks. Final had made arrangements with her staff to ensure Gear could get the attention he needed. While she would attend to him during play sessions, she obviously couldn’t be there all the time. The staff would handle the daily tasks of bathing, feeding, securing him for sleep, and paying attention for the safe signal if needed.

The first day was going smoothly, given the uncharted territory. Her bordello hadn’t done something of this level before, and she had made sure to tell the staff to prepare to make quick adjustments to the plan if need be. She was surprised she hadn’t hit any speed bumps yet. She flicked her crimson mane out of her face as she read her book. It was hard to focus on reading as she ran the schedule through her head for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Aqua will take over during lunch, nighttime duties are headed by Ruby… I’ll have to figure out what to do about Starfru—AH!

Final’s thought were interrupted by sudden buildup of lust coming from her rear. The hand not holding the book lowered behind her to caress the trapped stallion embedded in the seat. Gear Shift was in a specially-made chair that kept his body encased from the neck down in a padded rectangular prism that served as the base. There were several different types of seats Final had that locked onto the top of the base to allow for different positionings of the head: facing towards the back, keeping the head encased except for the muzzle being pointed straight up, or the current position of having the submissive’s head pointed toward the front of the seat at a 45 degree angle, allowing Final to lay her flank entirely on his face while she comfortably read her book. Gear had been diligently massaging her tailhole with his tongue for the better part of a half hour. Final Verse had prided herself on her endurance when it came to sex, but Gear’s skilled tongue had finally broken the barrier of arousal to the point where she could no longer pretend to ignore it. He had spent enough time with her to know her body, and he was attacking a particular weak spot of hers.

Final Verse had always had an interest in anal, both giving and receiving. Due to her position as head dominatrix, she often did more giving than she preferred despite being more of a dom-leaning switch than a full dominant. A job was a job after all, and many submissive stallions and mares desired anal stimulation. She enjoyed her domme-role, it gave a much-needed sense of control over her life, the perception of receiving anal as a “submissive only” activity prevented her hole from getting attention she craved. Gear was different in that regard. His submission was beyond just his own pleasure, but also in the service. The idea of giving anal to his mistress didn’t lessen her dominance in his eyes. His duty was to serve the whims of his mistress. He was one of the few ponies Final could share this kink with. Her own personal collection of toys she privately pleasured her hole with were nice, but nothing compared to the touch of needy, moist flesh.

Final gently rubbed his ears as he kept his pace. He was slow at the start, giving light licks up and down the outside of her pucker, occasionally swirling his tongue to trace her ring. But now he was muzzle deep with his tongue completely inside her and wetting her inner walls. It was nearly impossible to breathe from this position, but he had become used to that. He was too focused on his task to care. Every movement of his tongue elicited a noticeable jitter of pleasure from his Mistress; her hole puckering at his touch was pleasure enough for him. Final had lost focus of the world around her as she closed her eyes, waiting for the dam to finally burst. The book fell from her hand as the other hand went from gently rubbing to grasping his hair and pressing his muzzle hard against her cheeks, her body too greedy and impatient to wait any longer for climax, rubbing her ass up and down his face in an attempt to spread out the pleasure. The hand that once clasped a book was now two knuckles deep in her snatch as she finally pushed herself over the edge.

As usual, it came in waves. Her butt trembled while her pussy clenched against her own walls as arousal shot out in bursts onto the padded seat. Final didn’t even notice how her body was no longer sitting upright, but instead having her torso laid out against her desk like a naughty schoolgirl, her eager hips trying to push further in to the source of bliss in the hopes of squeezing every last drop of pleasure it could get.

Coming down from the high, Final felt a slight pang of humiliation as she recognized her position. She was used to presenting herself as composed at all times and mentally chided herself for letting that much of her control slip. She was thankful that no one else was around to see it; aside from Gear, who didn’t exactly have a clear view right now.

What would the others think if they saw me splayed out like that? The unicorn mildly chuckled to herself. At the same time, an unnamed feeling rose within her. She couldn’t help but feel a small sense of thrill at the idea. Unsure where this feeling was coming from, she brushed it off as an effect of the afterglow. She patted the head of her loving submissive as she rose up from her chair. The was an audible gasp of breath as Gear Shift tried to recover from his act of service; panting, sweating, and muzzle covered in drool.

“Very good boy,” she praised.

“Thank you… Mistress…” Gear Shift tried to respond enthusiastically between gulps of fresh air.

Fina Verse unlocked and removed the two pieces of padded wood that had formed the seat, leaving Gear Shift’s head unrestrained, and unveiling the padded interior the rest of his body lay in. He had been kept in a low kneeling position by the narrowness in combination with cuffs linking each wrist to its adjoining ankle. Final reached down and unclipped the simple carabiners that kept his wrists and ankles locked to each other. They didn’t need to be locked with anything more complex, as he was basically helpless the second the seat locked his head in, it was more about the symbolic restraint of his limbs in this case. Gear gingerly rose himself out of his confinement as the domme’s hand gave his a firm pull. The stallion carefully stepped out before returning to a low kneel position facing his mistress, his dark green eyes pointed up in admiration. Those eyes were the most gorgeous quality about him to Final. Full of insatiable lust and adventure. True passion. An adventurousness that she had only ever seen in her daughter.

Starfruit… Final’s mind snapped into focus, finally recovered from its orgasmic high. Right. I’ve still got to meet her for lunch.

Handling Gear Shift was important, but she didn’t want to risk rescheduling for the fifth time in a row. She hadn’t had a chance to really sit down and talk with her daughter in nearly a month. At least, she always thought of Starfruit as her daughter, in an adoptive sense. Their relationship was complicated, but that was how Final chose to view it, and it seemed that’s how Starfruit viewed it as well, calling her “mommy” even when the pegasus mare was well into her adult years.

“Stay,” Final commanded followed by a tap on the nose as she walked behind the kneeling sub.

Knowing her “shift” for the submissive stallion was coming to an end, Final headed over to a trunk to retrieve some special items. Gear heard the sounds of footsteps approaching and the clinking of various things hitting the floor just behind him, but he dared not adjust his pose without permission from mistress. He could feel the gaze of Mistress behind him. She ordered him to stand, and so he did, still out of sight from the toys mistress had brought. Her breath was warm against his neck as she leaned in close to his ear.

“Do you remember the safety signal?”

“Yes, Mistress…”

“Do you trust me?”

“Always, Mistress…”

“Good boy. Open.”

With that, Shift’s mouth opened wide, prepared for the gag that Mistress would silence him with. His eyes widened slightly as he saw what was being maneuvered around his face. It was more than just a simple gag, it was a full sensory deprivation hood. The hood was gently slipped over his head, muzzle first. The phallus embedded inside the hoods slid neatly into his open maw. The rubbery taste hit his mouth as the cock pressed down against his tongue and the synthetic leather hood clamped around his muzzle. Only a small hole in the center of the mouth big enough for an IV and two nostril holes were left exposed. The hood went over his eyes and surrounded him in darkness. The section going over the ears was padded to block out most noise. Gear could definitely feel vibrations around his ears that had an approximation of noise, but it was dull and incomprehensible. Final worked straps at the back of the head to tighten the hood further around the blinded stallion’s face. Another strap looped around the muzzle on the outside to ensure Gear could respond with nothing more than snorts of air and internal grunting.

After finishing with the hood, the unicorn moved on to release the cuffs from Gear’s wrists. She maneuvered his arms so they straightened behind his back, palms touching each other. A sheath matching the leather hood was slid up his arms, ending with straps that went over his shoulders and crisscrossed around his chest. The sheath now secured to his body, straps at the wrists, lower arms, and biceps were tightened complete the armbinder. The last piece of equipment was a basic spreader bar attached to the cuffs at the ankle to keep the stallion’s legs slightly over shoulder width at all times. This time she used actual locks.

There was a small clinking sound that made Final grin as she realized the source. Her subby stallion’s cock was twitching in its metal birdcage-like device and clinking the lock against it. Final had been Gear’s keyholder for a solid month, and she was saving his release for a special occasion. Gear’s cock was reasonably sized (the domme’s experiences placing it slightly above average), which was different from the usual clientele that liked chastity play, but the severe restriction of his own lust was appealing to him. It appealed to Final as well. She lightly traced her middle finger under his ballsack and gave his cage a tap.

“Not ripe enough, my pet…” she said, knowing the stallion couldn’t hear her. Her touches conveyed the message enough on their own.

Her ward now secured, Final gave a small sigh of relief. She certainly had fun with her earth pony boytoy, but the weight of all the planning and the play session itself was finally catching up to her. She would actually have time to relax now. She made her way over to the closed door of the dungeon area and gave a 4-tap sequence. The door opened from the other side revealing an azure unicorn, Aqua Breeze, who was ready to take over. Gear Shift wanted the 24/7 experience and he was going to get it.

“Tag in?” Aqua asked.

“Yeah, I need to head over to the café,” Final responded in her typical no-nonsense tone hoping to disguise her weariness from her fellow domme. “She’s been pestering me about this 24/7 thing ever since she found out.”

Aqua saw through the charade. “If she wants to get involved, why not let her? You’re clearly overworking yourself. You should take all the help you can get? It’s not like this is the first time she’s worked for us.”

Final sighed. Aqua always had a soft spot for her daughter. Likely the results of mentorship. “It’s different this time. She helped with other clients. It’s too awkward if we’re both in it at the same time.”

Aqua rolled her eyes. “Pfft. I still don’t get the big deal is with you two. She’s every bit of a domme as you are, and you would know that if you saw her in action. I’m sure you would go together like PB&J if you bothered to try.”

Final looked away and said nothing. Aqua waited a few seconds for a response that never came before resuming.

“… At least consider it, okay? Nothing wrong with taking it easy for a few days if you’ve got more ponies to cover for you, right? It’s not like you’ll miss out. This guy’s gonna be here for, what? A month?”

“28 days,” Final responded bluntly.

“See? Plenty of time. What are you so worried about? Even if it goes bad, we can just call it off. It’s just Starfruit. She’s rowdy, but it’s nothing we can’t handle. I know how to deal with her.”

Final ended with an abrupt “I’ll think about it” before walking down the hall and leaving Aqua to manage the subby stallion. There was no thinking required. She had already promised to herself not to get involved with her daughter’s sex life.

Nobody on her staff understood the relationship between her and Starfruit. As far as they knew, Starfruit was just a close friend, and Final had gone to great lengths to maintain that perception. Ever since her daughter discovered her actual career and begged to get involved, Final had decided to indulge the pegasus to make her happy provided they stayed apart.

Starfruit Fritter had been just as rambunctious as a teen as she was an adult. The cream pegasus mare smuggled her way into what Final thought was a private toy collection and, being Starfruit, incessantly pestered her about what these toys were for. Final had already given her the “birds and bees” talk before, but this was on a different level. Still, Final was a sex-positive individual and certainly not a prude. The embarrassment of explaining what she did came less from the explanation and more from the increasingly enthusiastic look on her daughter’s face as she described her career. The look in Starfruit’s eyes had revealed her entire world flaring up in a blaze of inspiration as a brand new world to explore was unveiled to her.

Final tried her best to keep her daughter from attempting anything BDSM related until she was a full adult, to some success. That didn’t stop Final from occasionally seeing some of Starfruit’s stuffed animals being the subjects of shibari rope techniques. Then there were the several broken lamps from when Starfruit had stolen one of Final’s whips to practice with. Final could never prove that her daughter stole her whip, but Starfruit’s coyness about the broken furniture was admission enough. The sketches in her daughter’s journals were definitely something to behold. When Starfruit had finally become a full-fledged adult, she wasted no time in wanting to be introduced to the The Black and Grey Mare. She would demand instruction from other dommes on how to top. She would constantly sign up for part-time work when she could spare it. In a pinch, she would even take over management duties when emergencies prevented Final from coming in to work. It was surreal at how well she took to it all.

The worrying thing for Final was how a small part of her enjoyed seeing her daughter take on her craft. Was it pride? To a degree. But there was something more to it. Her daughter’s passion and creativity was something beyond even Final’s level. The sketches she had seen when she took peeks at Starfruit’s journals were inspired. The chair she had been using for Gear Shift had actually been based on a design Starfruit sketched. There was something awe-inspiring about Starfruit. Something grand. Something erotic.

Erotic. Her daughter was erotic.

No, that was too much for Final. She refused to acknowledge that. Their relationship was mother-daughter to her, and it would stay that way. From that realization forward, the headmistress had done her best to distance herself from Starfruit as much as possible when it came to the bordello. No taking on the same jobs or clients, no personal instruction, no co-topping, nothing. That included this 24/7 scenario with Gear Shift. Even if they took separate shifts and never interacted face to face, the very idea of working alongside her daughter in any capacity excited her. Excited was not the appropriate feeling to have about that. She knew it, but it didn’t matter. She felt it all the same. The only way to keep the feeling suppressed was to avoid it at all costs. She vowed never to go down that path. Regardless of her wishy-washy “I’ll think about it” statements she made to her staff, she knew in her mind she would never allow it. She couldn’t.

The Starfruit Café, named after the fruit and the owner, was a modest but successful business in the city of Manehattan. The establishment was set on the ground floor corner section of a long building that took up half a city block alongside other businesses, with lofts comprising the upper eight floors. While it contained a nice array of coffees, teas, and lunch options, the primary appeal of the café was its selection of homemade pastries. The owner had a knack for creativity in whatever craft she engaged in, and food was a favorite of hers, especially when it came to treats.

Starfruit, the owner, always had a sweet tooth since she was a child. She had fond memories of her time as an aspiring pastry maker; concocting all kinds of sweets while under the watchful eye of her mother. She had always assumed her mother to be a bit of a stick-in-the-mud at the time. It wasn’t until later on in her life that she understood the truth. Her mother was no grinch, far from it. Final Verse turned out to have wild tastes beyond what Starfruit had thought possible. Her mother’s sternness was not from a lack of joy, but of care and control. That care and control was something Starfruit had desired as well, although she certainly had her own “Starfruit” way of expressing it. That desire had only deepened with time.

After an awkward talk with her mother (awkward for Final, Starfruit was nothing less than captivated) Starfruit had gained a new perspective and a new passion. She explored as best as she could behind her mother’s back, but adulthood was when the doors swung open for her. Final had known that Starfruit would go for The Black and Grey Mare as soon as possible regardless of whatever she did to stop her daughter. To avoid shenanigans, Final was forthright with introducing Starfruit to the staff and her work. Naturally, Starfruit offered her services and requested apprenticeship to grow her now budding dommehood. Final could have refused, but doing so would just mean Starfruit would try to jump into things on her own without guidance, as she was prone to do. Final had agreed to Starfruit’s participation, so long the headmistress didn’t have to personally get involved. Aqua Breeze would be the one to mentor their newest dominatrix, not Final.

It had stung a bit, to be politely rejected like that. Final said it would have been too uncomfortable for the both of them, but that felt like a lie to Starfruit. She had no discomfort toward the idea at all. She wanted her mother to be beside her through this journey, as she always had been. She was certain there was no biological relationship between them, and after much thought about it she realized that she didn’t care even if there was one. Incest was a taboo, but so was basically everything else about her and her mother’s sex life. She didn’t see the difference. She loved her mother and her mother loved her. She wanted to freely share her passion, but all her mother wanted was to put up barriers. The head domme would shoot down any discussion pertaining to her daughter’s lewd trysts and refuse to be present whenever her daughter worked at the bordello. If this aloofness was meant to discourage Starfruit, it had the opposite effect. The pegasus mare’s desire was a paradoxical fire, and the more kindling Final took away from it, the hotter it burned.

Starfruit wiped down the countertop before going in the back to put up her apron. Lunch time was coming around and she had prepared a special meal for her mother. After canceling four times, Final finally had time to sit down with her and talk like they were supposed to. The weekly lunch talk had been going on ever since the pegasus started her business as a way to stay connected. Lately, Final had been so devoted to running the bordello that she neglected everything else around her. Starfruit wasn’t the only to notice; the other staff had been begging the unicorn mare to take a break alongside her. Starfruit offered to try and take over management as she had done so in the past to try and ease the stress, but for some reason her mother was more stubborn than usual about letting the pegasus near the bordello. Something was clearly troubling the headmistress, and she was burying herself in her work to avoid it. Starfruit was also certain that she was one of the things being avoided. She had yet to hold an actual conversation with her mother for over a month. She planned on fixing that with this meetup.

The pegasus lit up as Final Verse trudged into the café. The unicorn offered a weak smile as her fatigued eyes met her daughter’s. Starfruit rushed towards her, bumping into a few chairs along the way, and pulled her into a tight hug. The snuggling and kiss on the cheek caused Final to blush as the eyes of customers turned to them. The unnamed feeling came back to her again. The unicorn brushed the feeling aside and hugged back. Regardless of the stresses of her work life, she truly enjoyed her daughter’s company. The positivity was an oasis in harsh times.

The pair settled over in a back corner of the café to avoid the glares of the customers. Starfruit left briefly to grab the lunch she carefully prepared for them from the small kitchen in the back. The meal consisted of flower sandwiches with celery and some special-made lemon crocetta pastries, along with a new blend of tea the pegasus had developed. Final gave the drink a small sip while Starfruit, in typical fashion, greedily gulped down her new invention. It had a sweet, fruity taste to it, but the unicorn could not discern what fruit it came from.

“What is this?” Final asked.

“Passion fruit tea,” Starfruit responded.

“Never heard of it.” The unicorn took another sip.

“It’s a new thing I’m trying. It’s not from around here. I made a friend who’s got connections. Got a bunch of the stuff imported. I’ve been trying to figure out the right amount put in. It’s pretty strong stuff; I tried to water it down a bit.”

Final gave the drink another, stronger sip to taste test. She was baffled at how sweet it tasted despite being diluted. “If this is watered down, I’d hate to taste the real thing.”

“It’s actually really good once you get used to it.”

“You would say that; I don’t have the sweet tooth you do.”

Starfruit smiled and stuck her tongue out mockingly. “I’ll get you to like it. You’ll see.”

Final rolled her eyes and indulged her daughter’s pestering with another sip. “Do the other customers like it?”

“Dunno. You’re the first to try it besides me. It’s been too long since we last did this and I wanted to get you something special this time.”

Final sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s been hectic at the bordello lately. I wasn’t expecting business to be this brisk. We used to be a niche thing, but it seems more and more ponies are suddenly becoming interested in the BDSM scene.”

“Sign of the times. Things get stagnant, ponies want to explore. I’ve talked about it a lot with other ponies.”

“You talked about this? In casual conversation?” There was a hint of frustration in the unicorn’s voice. “Remember that talk we had about discretion, Starfruit?”

“Come on, it’s not like that. I didn’t name names. I’m not outing anybody. Ponies just kind of talk, you know? Especially around here. It’s not like you and your clients are the only ponies with kinks. Places like yours are popping up all over Equestria recently.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Like I said, ponies talk. If you got out more, you’d hear it too. My passion fruit supplier is from outside the borders, and she told me about how commonplace BDSM stuff is all over the world. I’d say Equestria is just playing catch up.”

“Well, that would certainly explain the influx of clients.”

“You know, if it’s too much trouble, you could always have someone else take over from time to time,” Starfruit pouted. “Supply and demand and all that jazz. Expand the business while the gettin’ is good.”

“You’ve already helped plenty. Those new hires of yours have been doing a good job at bearing the workload.”

“Well then, if the load is lighter now, maybe we could spend more time together?”

Final sighed again, although it turned to a yawn halfway through. “I know it’s been a while, but work is important.”

“We could be together at work too if you’d let me.” Starfruit pressed.

“I do let you work,” Final responded, annoyed. “I even let you run the damn thing sometimes. What more do you want?”

Starfruit’s eyes went stern. “I want you.”

Final’s heart skipped a beat as the unnamed feeling rose in her chest. “What does that even mean?”

“You never let me in. No matter how hard I try to get closer to you, you always back away or create some excuse or hide behind your work.”

“I’m not backing away from anyone. We see each other all the time.”

“It’s not about seeing. I want more than to just be near you. You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You don’t?”

She did. But she pretended not to. The unicorn put her face to her hands and leaned on the table. It was becoming too much for her. These unnamed feelings were assaulting her mind again, now her worst fear had shown itself. Her daughter was egging her on. Final had suspected, given how pushy she had been in the past, but there was no denying it now. The temptation of the domme’s twisted fantasies becoming true almost made her admit it. But no. It couldn’t be. She wouldn’t allow it to be. She had to shut this down now. The unnamed feeling was pushed down by resolve and exhaustion. She was getting tired.

“Starfruit, you’re my daughter, and I love you. AS a daughter. Whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it. We both have good lives. There’s no need to change anything. It’s fine.”

There was a glint of something in Starfruit’s eyes. A revelation? Had she finally understood? Her face turned solemn.

“I just want you to be happy,” the pegasus earnestly.

“We are happy. We just…” Final laid back in her chair, unsure of what to say next. Her mind was weighed down by so much. She felt uncomfortable in her chair and tried to stand up. She nearly tripped on herself as she slogged over her chair. The world had gone sideways for a brief second. Starfruit caught her and held her up.

“Mom, when was the last time you slept?” the pegasus stated, louder than necessary, as if speaking to the customers who had glanced their way after Final’s sudden fall.

“I don’t…” Final’s head was foggy. She couldn’t remember.

“C’mon, let’s get you upstairs.”

Starfruit carried her up to the lofts above the café. The pegasus had an apartment directly above her business. After practically dragging her mother up a flight of stairs, she slowly entered the quaint 2-bedroom loft and shut the door behind her. She laid her mother down on the sofa in the den. Final could barely keep track of anything going on around her. There was a feeling welling up inside her. A certain burning sensation in her privates. What was that feeling? She had trouble remembering what it was due to the overwhelming fatigue pressing down on her brain. She felt something on top of her. Glancing up with half-lidded eyes, Starfruit was laying down on top of her, chest to chest, as if the unicorn was nothing more than the couch cushions. A giddy smile was plastered on her face. The pegasus leaned in and gave the unicorn a kiss on the cheek.

“Night, Mommy,” she smiled.

Starfruit backed down and rested her chin in between her mother’s breasts, still staring. Smiling. Waiting. Final knew she was supposed to feel something about this, but her focus had been dwindling. All attention had gone to the heaviness in her eyelids. She shut them. Then she slowly opened them. She wanted to stay awake. She had to tell her daughter something. She couldn’t remember what, though. Her eyes shut again, and opened more slowly. Maybe if she closed them once more she’d remember. She shu

Day 2 (Major Kink Stuff Starts Here)

Final Verse heard a bump. She cautiously opened her eyes, expecting the small sting of light to burn her eyes as her body had grown accustomed to when waking up. Surprisingly, there was no burn. There was light, but it was duller than she had expected. Her vision was a bit hazy, but she awoke to no drowsiness. She felt well rested. Although, she did feel a slight discomfort in her arms. She tried stretch her body, only to realize it didn’t budge. Her vision cleared up and her memory returned.

“Ahgff... NHM?” her attempts to speak were thwarted by the taste of rubber.

She recognized this place. This was a dungeon. It was her dungeon. The one used for most of her sessions with clients. She recognized the smell of rubber and synthetic leather. She felt mildly warm air, kept that way to keep the nude comfortable, and in turn became aware of her own nudeness. She tested her limbs again, this time able to see what had been done to them. She was strapped across a wooden X, familiar-looking cuffs at her ankles and wrists. Those cuffs were locked to rings embedded at the ends of the cross, keeping her body in the same X position. There were also additional belts that strapped at her arms just above each elbow, straps above the kneecaps, a strap around her torso keeping her at the center of the X, and a strap around her forehead that looped back to a headrest on a pole that had been attached to the center of the X to provide neck support for submissives. She was familiar with the design, even if she wasn’t in a position to see all of it. She had used this very same cross countless times. She gave a grunt of frustration as she wriggled around in her bindings, praying that whoever put her there had gotten sloppy with the restraints.

She reached out with her mind to the cuffs, but nothing happened. The magic from her horn refused to flow. She recognized the cold metal of a magic suppression ring clamped around her horn, a common tool for law enforcement and fulfilling desires of kinky submissive unicorns. She saw a brief flash of movement as two hands appeared from behind her and cupped themselves over her eyes.

“Guess who?” The voice was playful and frightfully recognizable by Final Verse.

“Fffuhfm!” she struggled to speak her daughter’s name. Annunciation was difficult with the rubber ball wedged between her jaws.

“Beep! Incorrect!” The hands were removed, with one finger giving the unicorn a tap on the nose. “My name’s not ‘fuhfum’ you silly mare!”

“URRRRFFFF!” Final jerked wildly in her bonds. Starfruit being the one who put her here was the most obvious conclusion when she awoke, but optimism was keeping her hopeful that her daughter wouldn’t debase her like this.

Starfruit circled around her captive until they were face to face. Final got to see the violet-colored latex corset, nearly matching the color of her daughter’s eyes, was a favorite of Starfruit’s. The special belt attachment was also on it, currently holding numerous erotic accessories, most notably a matching violet crop hanging from the side. The pegasus had always made a point to show off how she looked in it to her mother, even when not in the dungeon, despite Final’s best attempts to avoid seeing her daughter dressed so provocatively. The look of how her daughter’s curves filled the glossy material filled her with temptations she tried her best to stifle. It was even harder now, as her current position prevented her from making an excuse and exiting the room like she usually did.

Final was frantically garbling questions incoherently through her gag, her frightfulness steadily turning to anger at seeing her daughter’s giddy smile. She knew her daughter had a devious nature, but this was beyond anything she could have predicted. Her flailing did little more than cause the bolted-down cross to wiggle slightly and her muffled pleas did little more than create drool to drip to the floor.

“Okay, you can stop now,” Starfruit said, becoming slightly annoyed at Final still trying to speak even though she should know better at this point. “I can’t explain anything to you if you keep trying to talk over me. You’re being really rude right now.”

“MRGH?!” Final couldn’t help but rage at the audacity of her kidnapper to claim that she was being the rude one.

The pegasus responded to her mother’s retort by taking fingers to her right nipple and giving it a sharp twist. The unicorn yelped in pain. Starfruit giggled.

“You gonna behave?” mocked the pegasus.

Final huffed through her gag. Knowing verbal response was futile she offered a resentful glare with her piercing red eyes. Starfruit gave a short laugh at her mother’s attempts to be intimidating despite her predicament. Still, rebellion couldn’t be tolerated. This time she gave both nipples a hard turn and held them. Final gave a loud wail, her body involuntarily thrashing in her bonds. Her body shook and her fingers danced freely in the air, pointlessly grasping for a means to end the torment. Starfruit had to shout over her mother’s howling.

“Are. You. Going. To. Listen?” Starfruit stressed each word with a further twist of each nipple.

“MMPH! MMPH!” Final desperately tried to verbalize her surrender as tears began welling in her eyes.

A small amount of relief flowed through the unicorn as the hold on her teats was released. She still breathed heavily at the pain. Her nipples were still sensitive even though the twisting had stopped. She wanted to rub them to get some relief, but she could do nothing but ineffectually pull her arms at restraints that wouldn’t relent.

“Still not quite right,” Starfruit teased. “You’re supposed to say ‘Yes, Mistress’ when spoken to. But that’s fine. We’ll work on it.”

She gave her mother a condescending pat on the cheek. Final blushed in embarrassment but tried to remain still and silent. No good would come of protesting.

“We’ve been close for so long. You were always there to care for me and provide support. You introduced me to so many wonderful things.” She gestured at the lewd paraphernalia she was wearing. “I’ve only ever wanted to return the favor. I wanted to show you just how much I love you, just as you’ve shown me. I know how you feel about me. I’ve noticed the looks you give me. I notice how you blush at me whenever I get close to you. I notice how your face lights up whenever you look at me. I’m sick of you denying your own happiness. I’m sick of you denying my happiness as well.”

The unicorn silence continued, more so out of horror than obedience. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest. The unnamed feeling was resurfacing, but this time she had no escape.

“I wanted us to share a life, as equals. I thought you would understand my feelings. I tried to get you to. But you’re so stuck in norms that you refuse to embrace your own love. Since you don’t want to acknowledge your own feelings, I’m going to make you.”

Starfruit’s hands lifted up behind Final’s head and unbuckled the ball gag. A trail of spit followed as it was removed. Final couldn’t even get a syllable out before her daughter pressed both their lips together. The pegasus used one hand to cup Final’s jaw and squeezed it to keep her mouth open. Meanwhile, Starfruit’s tongue was pushed in and dancing with her mother’s. Final was doing her best to dodge, but the frantic movements of her own tongue only seemed to excite her daughter even more and caused a deeper exploration of her mouth. Her forehead still being strapped down, the unicorn couldn’t even jerk her head away from the assault. She made a series of “glurk!” sounds that were attempts at talking down her daughter which were in vain. Starfruit was trying to coil her tongue around Final’s like a snake. Whenever Final managed to slip her tongue out of the way, she was punished by Starfruit’s tongue pushing forward down her throat. The wet intrusion caused the unicorn to gag a bit.

Among the drips of spittle from the intense kiss hitting the floor, there was another fluid dripping down from Final’s exposed pussy. Starfruit seemed to recognize this and with her remaining free hand pushed her fingers inside. Final gave a garbled yip in response followed by moans of arousal while her daughter pushed in and out, occasionally pressing her fingers against her g-spot in the classic “come hither” motion. The pegasus eventually disconnected the kiss and pulled her fingers out. A small rope of spit formed between their lips as she moved her face away before falling off.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Starfruit said passionately, this time matching the same blush her mother held. “This is real. We don’t hav—”

“Starfruit!” Final pleaded, taking the opportunity to speak. “Whatever you think this is, it doesn’t— Augh!”

A sting went through her boobs as Starfruit slapped them.

“Augh! Motherfucker!” Final swore in pain.

“Yeah, that’s the idea,” the pegasus cheekily replied.

“This isn’t what you think it—NMMNG!”

Starfruit sighed as she re-buckled the gag back in place. “Okay, if you’re gonna be like that, then I’m putting this back in.”

Final howled through her gag again and sputtered more incoherent cries for mercy. Starfruit was frustrated, both by her mother’s stubbornness and by the fact that the unicorn still hadn’t learned the lesson yet. As a reminder, she gave another hard forehand slap to her mother’s tits. Final stopped her outburst to yelp in pain.

“This is why you need me,” Starfruit said. “You can’t help yourself. You don’t have the will to truly embrace what you are. You need someone to guide you.”

The pegasus began rubbing her mother’s boobs. Final didn’t want to admit it, but it was soothing to finally have tender touches to her tits to alleviate the stinging.

“You love me, and I love you.”

“nnmmff….” Final weakly replied.

“No? Then tell me what this is…”

Starfruit took her right hand and placed it back again on her mother’s snatch. She scooped up some arousal and then shoved it in her mother’s muzzle. She rubbed it around, particularly around the nostrils, forcing the unicorn to smell her own lust.

“I don’t care if I’m your daughter, and judging by how wet you are, it doesn’t seem like you care either.” A sadistic grin grew on Starfruit’s face. “Of course, if you don’t like the title of ‘Mommy,’ that’s okay. I think ‘Pet’ is much more fitting anyway.”

Final felt her pussy clench at the word “Pet.” Her heart was bouncing in her chest. The word “Pet” reverberated in her mind, her heat rising the more she thought about it. She felt a growing need for relief. The touch of her daughter’s hand was the spark, and her pussy was burning for more stimulation. The clenching only seemed to make her desire worse. She instinctually tried to close her legs, hoping the pressure of her thighs might provide some relief, only to be reminded that her legs were locked in place. She did little more than jiggle her body in response to her daughter’s touch. Starfruit giggled at the futility of it all.

“Getting a bit frisky?” the pegasus mocked. She traced her fingers down her mother’s cheeks to her thighs, causing the unicorn to shiver. She then too her index finger and began, clockwise, lightly tracing the outside of her mother’s dripping labia. “You know, if you just admit you love me, I could help out with this.”

Final clenched her eyes shut, refusing to look Starfruit in the eye. She continued shaking at her restraints. At this point, it was less about trying to escape and more about trying to focus on something other than her rising sexual frustration. Starfruit sighed in response.

“You see, this is why you need a proper Mistress. You need guidance. Your problem is that you have no control over your own feelings. This is why you ran yourself ragged with the bordello. You can’t help yourself. No one there to keep you in check. Passion without focus. You think you like control, but I think it’s more about putting things in place. A desire to serve your submissives rather than dominate them. You don’t have a true dominant spirit. You don’t have the vision. That’s why you need me.”

Starfruit could not see into Final’s soul. Whether or not what she said was true was irrelevant to Starfruit. She was merely employing a psychological tactic to break her new slave. Break her down and mold her into something better. The truth was irrelevant, what mattered getting Final to believe it. And it was working. Final stopped struggling and sagged in her bonds. Tears dripped down her cheeks. Her head was a flurry of emotions. She considered her daughter’s words. Maybe…

THUD! THUD!

A knock on the entrance reverberated through the dungeon. Final’s eyes widened. She wasn’t sure until now, but there were still other ponies in the bordello that could help her. The dungeon itself was soundproofed for obvious reasons, but if the door were to open, it would be her one chance for someone to rescue her. Being gagged wouldn’t be too much of an issue. She could still make noise even if she wasn’t coherent. All the bordello workers are trained to recognize safety signaling even when the client is gagged to keep things from going too far. Usually the gagged submissive would be given a clicker to hold that could be used as a signal, but humming or grunting a specific pattern was another way clients were taught to use as safe words that the workers would recognize.

Her panicked eyes drifted to the door, shifting to Starfruit, who carried a stern glare. An unspoken demand was shared through her daughter’s piercing violet eyes: Don’t you dare. Starfruit turned and headed toward the door, which was still thudding. Final and her both knew that if a knock on the dungeon door wasn’t responded to in time, the worker on the outside was obligated to unlock the door and check in to make sure everyone was okay. The room was dead silent aside from the clopping of Starfruit’s hooves on the paved floor of the dungeon. Final’s heart beat rapidly. She was weighing her options. This would possibly be her only chance of escape, but for some reason she felt a bit of reluctance in the back of her mind. She didn’t understand it. It must be fear. Yes, fear; that was it. Obviously she was afraid that trying to escape would lead to a harsh punishment if she failed. That made sense: why else would she not want to leave? Starfruit reached the door, gave one final commanding glare at her mother, and opened the door wide. On the other side of the door was a scarlet-maned earth pony mare. Final recognized her as Ruby Lucent, one of the recent employees of the bordello.

“MMM NNNMM MMMHHHHM!” Final howled the safety signal tune as loud as she could from behind the gag. She could hear it echo across the dungeon and felt a strong relief. There was no way Ruby didn’t hear her. The earth pony’s eyes turned towards the source and briskly walked towards the bound unicorn, eyes full of concern. Final’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, frantically repeating the signal tune while also trying to unsuccessfully gesture towards Starfruit, who had shut the door and gave a discouraged look in their direction. Strapped down as she was, Final’s attempts to point toward her captor as the threat only resulted in her humping her body forward repeatedly, the cross jiggling slightly. If Ruby didn’t watch out for Starfruit they were both doomed. Ruby continued forward, not seeming to understand the bound mare’s gestures. Starfruit trailed slowly behind her.

“Oh, dear…” Ruby said as she approached. “What happened? Are you okay?”

Final continued to scream into the rubber ball in her mouth, darting her eyes towards the creeping pegasus mare now that Ruby was face-to-face. It seemed no matter what Final did, Ruby remained ignorant of the danger.

“Did she hurt you?” Ruby asked concernedly.

“YFF! YFF!” Final yelped. She attempted to shake her head as if to throw the gag off, but the strap remained buckled behind her head and her head was still strapped down as well. She didn’t understand what was taking Ruby so long. Protocol is that the worker should remove the gag first so the client could speak freely about any issues.

“Did she hurt you here?” she asked in that same concerned tone as she quickly brought a hand up to Final’s right breast and squeezed.

“nmmg!?” Final grunted, shocked by the sudden groping.

“Or was it here?” Ruby asked as she groped the left breast in her other hand, the concerned voice now clearly mocking.

Final’s eyes widened at the complete destruction of dungeon safety guidelines. She heard a snort of laughter and turned her eyes to its source, her daughter. The shocked look on Starfruit’s face had shattered into a giggling fit; she was unable to keep up the performance. Turning her head back to Ruby, the unicorn noticed a small, heart-shaped crystal matching her daughter's coat dangling from the newbie domme's choker, brushing between the scarlet mare's cleavage. Dread filled up inside Final. This was all just a set up. They did this just to toy with her.

“How about here?” Ruby reached down and stuck two fingers inside the unicorn’s still dripping pussy. Final jumped in her bounds, the burning feeling of arousal being brought back into focus.

“Maybe you don’t remember, but Ruby was one of my hires,” Starfruit spoke up after recovering from her laughter. As Starfruit began her speech, Ruby continued to grope a breast in one hand while fingering in the other. “She’s part of the new direction we’re taking the bordello in. There obviously needs to be a change in management, and I’ve managed to find a sponsor of sorts to help us transition to a true dominant experience. I told you before, other nations already practice kink and are already way ahead of the curve. I’m helping us go from a mere kink dispensary, to a total master/slave distribution network. We’re going to be lining up submissives ponies for sale to match them with prospective masters.”

Final groaned in horror at the revelation, but the fear once again gave way to lust from Ruby’s touch. Ruby had bent down and gave Final’s outer folds a brief lick and trailed her tongue upwards from her belly, to her tits, up her neck, and then across her right cheek. She whispered into Final’s ear.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun later; I called second dibs after Starfruit.”

“Come on, Ruby, I had a whole speech prepared,” Starfruit pouted.

“Oopsie!” Ruby responded mockingly with a sly smile as she turned back to Starfruit. “I’ll just go get Toy from the back.”

The earth pony stopped her assault on Final and waddled away out the dungeon. Starfruit looked slightly irritated at the pony interrupting her big reveal and for stealing a taste of her mother before she could.

“It wasn’t like this with me, was it?” she rhetorically asked her gagged mother. “Anyways, where was I?”

“mmphmng…” Final faintly pleaded.

“Oh, right. You see, I’ve been planning this for a while now. I wanted us to go through it together as Masters, but once I figured out how much submissiveness you had in you, I had to course correct a bit. The new hires of mine are already in on it. They’re going to help me get you accustomed to your new role. I kinda stole the whole ‘24/7 full control scenario’ idea from you. It was really good. The other domes will look after you when I’m not around. Your client list makes for good master scouting and slave stock. We’ll be slowly going though them to expand our organization. Also, the other domes in the bordello will obviously be good master candidates. We’re going to try to ease them in on our new philosophy. Failing that, they’ll make promising slaves. Just look at how well you turned out!”

Final groaned.

“Don’t be a killjoy,” Starfruit responded. She walked up to the bound mare and ran her fingers through Final’s red mane. “After all, you’re the one who introduced me to all of this. I just want to give a proper thank you.”

Starfruit kneeled down and pressed her tongue against Final’s right thigh, slowly dragging it towards the bound mare’s snatch. She lifted her tongue away and let her hot breath tease her mother’s cunt. She took a sharp inhale, the scent showing her mother’s true feelings. She brought her tongue back to the moist outer walls and began circling the perimeter. Then brought it up and down, occasionally poking it a bit deeper in to get a good taste. Eventually she stuck her entire mouth onto Final’s clit and began sucking, occasionally tickling the nub with the tip of her tongue. Final was having a tough time keeping composure. Despite all her earlier protests, the truth was she had longed for this for years. Her body couldn’t deny the pleasure building in her pussy. Just a few more seconds at this pace…

Starfruit’s mouth moved away. Final’s eyes that had been shut tight for the impending orgasm flung wide open and looked down at her daughter. The mask of resentment had long gone, her face was full of frustrated greed. Her body was owed release. This wasn’t fair.

“Say you want me,” Starfruit glanced up to her mother.

Final was close. Close to orgasm. Close to admitting her true desires. For a split second she felt herself ready to give everything to her new Mistress. But as she started to speak the words, something stopped her. The stubborn, moral center that had been with her for her entire life caused her to pause. A pause was all that was needed. This was wrong. Being intimate with her daughter, the complete lack of consent, and her life’s work turned into a slave market. She tested her bonds once more, knowing it was pointless, out of spite for her daughter’s ambitions. This was not her new Mistress, and she would not break. Starfruit gave an exasperated sigh in response.

“Unbelievable…” she said with the tone of a pony whose grocery bags tore on the way out of the market. “Keep playing hardball, then. After all, if this is going to be a Master-slave hub, I need to get some practice in breaking newbies.”

Starfruit wedged Final’s clit between her front teeth and gave it a slight nibble. She didn’t bite all the way down, but the sudden pressure at Final’s nub caused the unicorn to jolt in pain. For some reason, the pain also gave her body a thrill that her pussy clenched in response to.

“Besides, I still need to punish you for trying to escape. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you didn’t want to be here.” The pegasus lapped up a bit of her mother’s dripping lust. “But we both know that’s not true.”

Starfruit walked off out of Final’s vision. The hooves echoed from the back of Final’s ears, followed by a slight pause, then the hoofsteps got closer. Final could tell her daughter was behind her, but she had no ability to turn her head. She knew something was coming. There was a full minute where nothing happened. Final knew this trick. Build anticipation in the sub and wait for them to let their guard down. The sad part is, knowing the trick wouldn’t help her. She knew Starfruit was watching like a hawk, waiting for her body to relax even slightly just so she could shock it back into an overstimulated frenzy. Final being lost in that thought coincidentally gave Starfruit the opportunity she needed. Two hands swooped in from behind and clasped two clamps on each of the unicorn’s nipples.

“Nmpgh!” Final yelped and jiggled in her restraints. The piercing pain combined with the cold chill of metal was even worse than she predicted. She recognized these. She hadn’t worn them before, but she had used them on other clients. These were specialized clamps with sharper edges than a typical wooden clothespin, and with a tighter grip. Her body’s involuntary shaking to remove the clamps contrarily increased the amount of pain as the clamps swayed alongside her breasts. They jumped up and down with her nipples and bit into her with each bounce. The worst part was how ever-present the pain was. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was constant. The pinching sensation always remained, the stimulation drowning out her own thoughts. The pain would renew itself at the slightest movement of her breasts, making it nearly impossible to for her body to adapt to it.

Starfruit walked back into view wielding a familiar tool. It was a whip, the same one she had stolen all those years ago. Starfruit had taken special care of this weapon of domination. It was the first kinky object she had ever owned, and that it belonged to her mother made gave her a simultaneous aroused and sentimental feeling. This whip, and now her mother’s work, was her birthright. With this, she would lay claim to her new property.

“Time for some target practice…” Starfruit said with an impish smile. The whip lightly slapped the floor as she uncoiled it with a swift flick of the wrist. Final’s body tensed as the pegasus raised the whip behind her head. Her eyes shut and she braced herself as the whip arced over her captor’s head.

CRACK!

Even when anticipating it, the sound was overwhelming. Final jumped in her bonds and cried out in anguish. She shuffled her body around, trying to soothe the part of her body that was just hit. The burning pain coming from her… nowhere.

“PFFTT—AHAHAHA!!!” Starfruit’s domineering disposition gave way to a laughing fit. “You’re such a drama queen!”

Final ground her teeth against the rubber ball in her mouth. Her daughter was toying with her again.

“Grmmfmrggh—”

CRACK!

The unicorn’s protests were interrupted by another whip crack, an actual hit landing on her left thigh. This time, Final’s cries of pain were pure. The whip had lashed across her thigh with the burning sensation of a hot poker. Final shook violently in her bonds as her body instinctually tried to rub the area. Bound as she was, there was no relieving her agony. The best she could do was shake her left leg repeatedly in hopes that the vibration would ease the sting. Then she tried clenching parts of her body in an attempt to “rub” the wound. The movement only increased her suffering as they also shook the nipple clamps; her body being swarmed on all sides by the stinging torment. And she knew it would only get worse from here.

“Oops, went a little low,” Starfruit taunted. “Let’s call that one a warm-up.”

CRACK!

The whip lashed upward, hitting the underside of Final’s right breast. Her body clenched in pain again.

“HMMMNNGG!”

“Almost…”

CRACK!

The whip came from the side, swiping left to right, rebounding off her left breast. Her body instinctually clenched again, though something felt off this time.

“NGGH!”

“Whoops.”

This time, the whip was arced from above and brought down, landing on the top of her right breast. Her body clenched again, and this time Final realized what was off. There was still pain in her breasts from the whipping, but she felt a heat rising in her lower body. Her dripping pussy had also been clenching with each strike of the whip. Arousal had been building up during this punishment and she hadn’t noticed until now.

“FFMMMPH!”

“This is your fault, you know? If you stopped moving around so much this wouldn’t be a problem.”

Final wouldn’t have believed the timing and dexterity that went into the next strike if she hadn’t felt the results herself. The whip went toward the center, in between both breasts. The tip struck the inside of the left breast and ricocheted into the right breast, the momentum being maintained by a skillful flick of the wrist. The awe of her daughter’s skill almost made her forget the pain. Almost. Even she, with her years of experience, couldn’t have done something like that. Her pussy clenched once again, and this time the buildup had hit the peak. She felt a slight squirting from her hole as the climax washed over her for a brief moment. It was frustratingly short; her pussy repeatedly contracting to try and keep the flow going to no avail. Even so, Final was disturbed by the fact that she had just cum from being whipped.

Final’s eyes had nearly become blinded by tears. Her body had strained in her restraints during the onslaught. She was certain that there were now marks underneath her fur. Not just marks from the whipping, but around the parts of her body where the bindings held her; a result of vain attempts to escape. A piercing ache was present throughout her breasts that seemed to be in constant flux. There was a general pain across both of them, but then certain areas would suddenly, unpredictably flare up in stinging agony with each breath she took. She didn’t notice her daughter moving up to her.

“Aww, poor baby…” Starfruit said in a tone that paradoxically sounded both sincere and mocking.

The pegasus began rubbing her mother’s breasts sensually. Final’s taboos against her daughter’s advances had faded in her mind. Her body was desperate for any form of relief no matter where it came from. It had stung at first touch, but over time the soft massage managed to provide some reprieve. Final’s breathing slowed down to normal for the first time since she woke. The unicorn winced slightly as Starfruit held her right breast underhanded like a glass of wine and gave it a series of licks and kisses. She proceeded to do the same with her left, playfully flicking her tongue at the nipple clamps occasionally just to make Final twitch in surprise.

“See? It’s not so bad, is it?” Starfruit whispered in between kisses. “My beautiful Pet…”

Final could only give a muffled groan in response.

Taking her mouth away from the unicorn’s bosom, she cupped the breasts again, this time as if she was weighing them.

“These still need some work, but a few more doses of passion fruit ought to do it.”

Final grunted in confusion.

“Remember that passion fruit tea?” Starfruit began her explanation while toying with her mother’s boobs, giving the light squeezes and rotating them as she spoke. “It’s a special kind of fruit my new business associates imported from overseas. It acts as a sort of aphrodisiac.”

The pegasus took her index finger and gave her clit a small poke. Despite being such a small touch, her body pleasurably shivered in response. Final’s eyes widened as she now understood where the inexplicable horniness had come from since their talk in the café.

“Boop! It’s got a few other properties, too. It acts as a mild muscle relaxant to help… loosen you in certain areas. The most fun thing for me is how it works on females.” Starfruit took her fingers and twisted the nipple clamps back and forth slightly. “Over time, it kickstarts milk production. Usually you have to be pregnant or nursing for that kind of thing, but the fruit gets your hormones flowing so you don’t even need pregnancy. It takes frequent dosing, but after a week or so we’ll get some quality mommy juice from you.”

Final groaned at her daughter’s cringeworthy name for milk and at the realization of how her own body was being turned against her. The idea of her body being forced into a constant state of arousal was horrifying. She was already experiencing it, and she dreaded the inevitable future knowing that, as Starfruit had said to her earlier, the passion fruit tea she had drank earlier was a diluted dosage. What would a full dose do to her? Her thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the dungeon door.

“Oh, goodie!” Starfruit squeaked in delight. “Toy is ready! Shoot, I still need to set up some things. Alright, let’s deal with those real quick…”

Picking up the whip once more, she delivered two strikes in quick succession, knocking each nipple clamp off her mother’s tits. Final screamed into her gag at the sudden jolt of pain, having just calmed down from her daughter’s massage. The blood rushing back into her nipples brought a fresh aching she wasn’t prepared for. She groaned in frustration, both at the pain and the understanding that her daughter had been toying with her yet again. The previous “misses” made by her daughter were intentional; she was skilled enough to knock the clamps off at any time. Starfruit approached her again, holding what appeared to be some sort of metal stick that was forked at the end. Final hadn’t seen a toy like this before.

“I’m going to need you to play along,” Starfruit held up the stick and pressed it against her mother’s right breast. “Or else…”

Final heard a small click. She convulsed as an electric shock ran into her breast and diffused throughout her entire body. The metal prod had shocked her.

“Yeah, this is another special import toy. Regular Equestrians don’t have stuff like this yet. Told you, everyone else is ahead of the curve. So, I think you understand what happens if you try to fight?”

“Ymmff!” Final exclaimed immediately. She knew it was pointless to put up a fight right now.

“Good girl…”

Going behind the cross, Starfruit undid the torso strap and the legs straps above the kneecaps, giving the unicorn some freedom of her lower body. She could move her hips and back away from the midsection of the cross, which provided a small relief as cool air rushed in behind her. She built up a sweat while strapped down for so long. The exposure didn’t last long; a wide belt of synthetic leather was wrapped around her hips. Final realized that her binds were only being released so that different bondage could be put on her. The belt had two straps at the front that hung down limply until Starfruit pulled at them. The left strap was looped around the upper anterior thigh, going underneath the left butt cheek before connecting to a buckle at the back which was used to tighten the strap. The same process was repeated for the right strap. This helped secure the belt further than just the large buckle at the hip, similar to a climbing harness, and helped ensure there would be no wriggling out. Each buckle was then locked in placed by a small padlock. Final noticed a series of D-rings around the belt: one in the front lined up with her right leg, another one for the left leg, one left side of her hips and one on the right, and one at the middle of her back.

Starfruit released Final’s right arm from its bindings. Final didn’t bother to resist. Her arm was already tired from being held in position for so long, she was exhausted from the whipping she had received, and her other limbs were still secured to the cross, meaning she had no leverage or maneuverability. Trying to fight off her daughter with one hand would only result in further punishment. The wrist cuff on her right arm was attached to the D-ring on the right side of the belt with a small padlock, effectively securing her arm to her right hip at all times. The only give was the small amount of distance that the D-ring and padlock would allow, which was less than two inches in any direction. Starfruit repeated the process with the left arm. The ankle cuffs were secured to each other with a small chain hobble before Starfruit fully released her legs. The restriction didn’t bother Final as much as it should have, she was just thankful to be off that cross.

A collar with an attached leash was slipped over her neck. Starfruit pulled her over towards a padded table, similar to what Final had seen in massage parlors. She dreaded whatever torture her daughter had planned next, but there was little she could do in her current situation. The hobble made it hard enough to move, requiring short strides with her feet to avoid tripping herself. Combined with the tugging of the leash, there was little she could do to avoid falling flat on her face other than follow the lead. She was placed on her back, each ankle cuff clipped to a chain hanging from the ceiling, keeping her legs held up and spread while she laid flat on the table. A strap from the underside of the table went around her belly and was secured to keep her from falling off. It also went over her arms, but that restraint was a redundancy due to the belt she wore keeping her wrists pinned to her sides. To her surprise, no further bondage was added. She could move her head freely and even pick up her chest a bit to get a look of what was in front of her. It wasn’t much, she definitely wasn’t moving from that spot, but compared to the cross it was indulgent.

Final heard the hoofsteps of her daughter walking away followed by the noise of her returning hoofsteps with the distinct noise of another pair of hooves shuffling beside the pegasus. Final was anxious that her daughter had decided to bring back Ruby to help in her torment. Lifting her head up to get a better view of the approaching duo, she saw that she had miscalculated. It was far worse than she feared. Starfruit, leash in hand, was leading a pony a familiar-looking pony whose face was obscured by the synthetic leather material of a sensory deprivation hood: Gear Shift.

“I decided to borrow your plaything,” Starfruit giggled while guiding the leash with strong tugs. “It seemed eager for some fun, and I just couldn’t resist such a fabulous toy.”

His movements were ungraceful. The hood blocked his sight. His arms were trapped behind him in an armbinder messing with his sense of balance. The spreader bar around his ankles was the worst offender. With his legs kept apart he couldn’t walk straight, so he had to make awkward strides by sweeping one hoof along the floor in an arc, twisting his entire body to do so, then keep that hoof in place while he swung his other hoof around. His pace was erratic and embarrassing to look at, which may have been the point based on Starfruit’s giggling. With nothing but leash tugs, it took quite a bit of maneuvering to position the blinded gimp in front of Final’s spread legs. Knowing what was about to happen, Final felt a surge of terror rush through her. Guilt also overtook her. Gear Shift was supposed to be her submissive. She was responsible for him, and now he was just as ensnared in this perverted prison as she was. She tested her bonds. There was no escaping this.

Two things were most noticeable about Gear Shift as he settled in position. The first was his well-sized cock was now completely free of its cage. In a weird way, it almost seemed aggressive. Not only was it rock-hard, it was throbbing up and down rhythmically, almost like a heartbeat. It was already leaking precum in a steady, small stream unlike anything Final had ever seen. She had seen her clients leak before, but it wasn’t this constant. It was like a water faucet that hadn’t been completely turned all the way off. Where was it all coming from? Had he really been that pent up from a month of chastity?

The second thing she noticed was his breathing. The sensory deprivation hood had a built-in gag to block most of the noise a sub could make, and the material of the hood itself was thickly padded to begin with. But she could still hear him. Specifically, the whooshing of air in and out his nostrils from the holes in the hood. Each breath he took was so deep she could see his chest visibly expand to an almost comical degree before the deep exhale. The pace of his breathing was so rapid, one would think the earth pony had just gotten through running a marathon.

“I decided to make It into another trial run, just like you. Although It’s way better than you are at this. I mean, look…”

Starfruit dragged her finger along the underside of his throbbing shaft, catching some of the precum that trailed along the length and causing it to twitch even further. There was a moan from Gear, but the other two ponies heard it as a deep exhale through the nose. Breathing was the closest to verbal communication the gimp was ever going to get.

“It knows what It wants.” Starfruit wiped her precum-covered finger down her mother’s exposed pussy. “Granted, the passion fruit might’ve helped It a bit. Unlike you, we gave It an undiluted dose.”

Final’s eyes widened. She already felt unnaturally aroused despite her circumstances, and that was on the diluted dose her daughter slipped her. Gear Shift’s behavior began to make sense. The poor thing was already pent up from a month of chastity, and now the aphrodisiac was kicking his lust into overdrive. His mind had been cut off from all sensation but touch from the hood. There was nothing to do but wallow in his thoughts, which had been steadily replaced by the ever-building need to satisfy himself. Starfruit must have seen the distraught look on her mother’s face.

“Oh, come on. Don’t worry about It. This isn’t really a pony anymore. It’s a toy with a heartbeat.”

Starfruit straddled herself over her mother’s chest, facing towards Gear and Final’s bound legs. Final’s view was now obstructed by her daughter’s pert ass as the pegasus leaned herself forwards. Final moved her head back as her daughter’s flank pushed towards her. Final could feel the heat coming off her daughter’s cunt and despite her best efforts, she saw how glistened with arousal. Starfruit had positioned her head just above her mother’s quivering pussy. Starfruit took a bottle of lubricant and squeezed it into one hand.

“I know you think this whole slavery thing is bad, but it has its benefits,” Starfruit playfully teased. “I know you enjoy this…”

Her lubed-up fingers went down towards the unicorn’s privates. Final braced herself for the cold chill of the lubricant against her pussy, only to gasp in shock as she felt the chill on her anal ring instead. Her fingers circled her hole and then spread around the inside of her ass cheeks, coating her flank with the slippery material. Final felt a burning need rising inside her. The chains holding her ankles rattled as she tried to close them.

“This stuff is heavy duty. It’s also laced with passion fruit for extra fun.”

Starfruit began inserting her two fingers inside her mother’s hole, lubing up the inside.

“Hmmm… You’ve definitely been practicing, but clearly you need to step it up a notch if we’re ever going to get to The Minotaur.”

“NMM!” Final screamed through her gag. The Minotaur was an oversized dildo that she had in her collection. The biggest of any dildo she had, supposedly molded from a real minotaur’s member. She never met a client who could handle it, and despite her experience even she never attempted to test it on herself. She bought it mostly as a “just in case” toy, but all it did was gather dust. That Starfruit was planning to use it on her was frightening.

“We’ll start with Toy here, then work our way up. Let’s see how well you trained It.”

Final assumed “Toy” referred to Gear Shift. Starfruit removed her fingers and grabbed Gear’s throbbing shaft, guiding it towards her mother’s asshole. A small bullet vibe was pressed inside Final’s pussy before it was sealed off by an adhesive material. It felt like some kind of medical tape. Starfruit wanted to prevent any slippage from Gear. The vibrator was set to its lowest setting. Starfruit grabbed both the unicorn’s cheeks in each hand and pulled them wide apart as Gear’s cock finally pressed up against the unicorn’s hole.

There was no buildup. The instant his tip felt flesh, he rammed at full speed. It was only thanks to the lube and Final’s previous experience with anal that stopped any damage from the strength of the thrust. However, it didn’t stop a huge grunt of pain from Final at the sudden fullness in her rear. Unlike a dildo, this was warm. It pulsed and squished against her in ways a toy never could match. She knew her best bet was to relax herself to make it less painful, but her body was finding it difficult. Her anus was repeatedly stretching past what she was used to, causing her to clench her body in pain. Her flank would squeeze tight in hopes to expel the intruder, which only added more to her pain while Gear got the euphoria of her tightness gripping his cock. The nerves in his shaft flared up as her moist warmness encased itself around him and practically pulled him in every time he pulled back for another animalistic thrust.

In and out like a jackhammer, Final’s muffled breathing was becoming just as ragged as Gear’s. She tried twisting in her bindings. Starfruit laughed as she saw her mother’s fingers wriggle and claw at the padding of the table in poor attempts at slipping through the restraints. Her legs were shaking impulsively, both from trying to break free and as a reflex from the stimulus. Whether she was bucking in pain or pleasure, she couldn’t tell. Her mind had become too chaotic to put thoughts together. She had never been filled like this before, but she had always secretly hoped to be. Each slap of his hips against her butt was accompanied by a massive groan behind her gag. The vibrator in her pussy refused to let her lust fade despite her knowing better to be aroused by this violation.

It didn’t take long for it to finally burst, given how pent up he already was. The loud exhale from his nose was followed by repeated spurts of warm jizz inside Final’s ass. The unicorn felt her insides coat with the gooey liquid. Her mind’s image of a stream of cum filling her triggered her own need to cum. She suddenly felt a sharp jolt of bliss in her cunt that gave way to an explosive orgasm. Her body convulsed in its bindings once more, unable to prevent another wave from hitting her. The vibrator kept her from coming down, and Gear still hadn’t stopped pumping more cum insider her. The thrusts and the jizz kept coming, her pussy winking erratically in response. Her asshole continued to squeeze down of Gear’s shaft, this time explicitly to wring more pleasure out of the gimp stallion.

“Wow, he’s really pent up! Why did you have to be such a meanie, Pet?”

Final could feel his warmth inside her, which is when she noticed something as she finally began to ease herself. Gear had stopped pumping jizz into her, there was nothing coming out anymore. He hadn’t stopped. The cum sloshed around as he continued to pound, some of it slipping out her hole and dripping onto the floor. Despite having just unloaded into her, he was as rock-hard as ever and hadn’t even slowed his pace. The passion fruit had eliminated his refractory period. He could keep this up for hours.

“Fuuuuuck!”

Final cried out at the realization. She knew this wasn’t ending anytime soon. She then also realized how her shout echoed across the room. Her gag had been removed. When did that happen? Just as she attempted to test her new freedom, her face was immediately smushed up against her daughter’s moist pussy. Her daughter had gone from straddling her chest to a full “69” position. The pegasus had to maneuver around the gimp pounding away at her mother's anus, but eventually found her way to get her face in position.

“You’ve been getting all the fun,” Starfruit pouted playfully. “An important part of any healthy relationship is reciprocation.”

Final still had some freedom of movement with her head and tried to pull away. She only managed a few inches before the back of her head his her daughter’s calves, which then pushed her head back into place. Jerking her head did nothing, the legs were locked in place. Her daughter’s snatch pressed against her muzzle, filling her nose with the scent of Starfruit’s arousal. A bit of lust began coating her face as her daughter ground up against her.

“You know what to do.”

While Final couldn’t keep her face away from her daughter’s pussy, she refused to open her mouth. She did her best to grit her teeth to still breathe through the pounding she was receiving from Gear Shift, until a bite on her inner thigh caused her to yelp in pain. As soon as her mouth opened, Starfruit’s legs squeezed a but tighter causing Final’s tongue to glance off her daughter’s labia. The unicorn was greeted with the salty taste of her daughter’s pussy juice that had been steadily flowing out. She closed her mouth quickly, but the deed was done.

“See? Already got a taste. Taboo broken. Might as well keep going.” Starfruit mocked her. “Or I could just keep doing…”

Final yelped again as she felt another hard bite on her inner thigh. This time, Starfruit held on, continuing to bite down. The pain was getting too much for the unicorn to handle, and shaking her chained leg was doing nothing. She knew there was only one way out of this. Sticking her tongue out, she began tracing her tongue around her daughter’s inner walls. The pain in her leg subsided.

“Good girl,” Starfruit praised her submissive’s first steps. “But tasting isn’t enough. I expect enthusiasm. I know you know how to work a snatch, so get to work, Pet.”

Starfruit emphasized her point by tightening her legs again. Final closed her eyes and began. She started gently licking the inner labia, slowly increasing the pressure of her tongue with each lick. It was hard for her to focus on her task. Eating out your own daughter would be distracting enough, but Gear Shift was still pounding away at her, and Starfruit had decided to do her own tasting. The poor mare was being assaulted from all her holes.

The medical tape covering Final’s snatch was removed and while the vibrator remained inside, Starfruit began planting a series of kisses and licks, occasionally lapping up her mother’s juices. Final redoubled her efforts and placed her tongue in the center, stroking up and down. Her daughter’s walls pressed against her tongue from both sides, spreading slightly when she moved it up and down rhythmically. The pussy began winking. Starfruit was clearly getting impatient and gave another squeeze with her legs. Final dug her tongue deep inside, then bent her tongue upward, trying to stimulate the G-spot. Her daughter moaned in pleasure.

“That’s it, get in there…”

Not wanting to be outdone, Starfruit placed her own tongue on her mother’s clit while sticking fingers from both hands inside, gently massaging her opening. Final found her daughter’s clit and provided a bit of suction before trailing her tongue along the G-spot again. It was hard to breathe. She wanted to avoid breathing in her daughter’s scent, but being smothered as she was forced her to take deep inhales. Her efforts paid off, as the tightening of her daughter’s legs signaled that the pegasus was close. Keeping her rhythm going, Final felt a splash on her tongue as her daughter came on her muzzle.

The unicorn didn’t stop and continued to ride the wave, keeping her pace with an occasional suckling on the clit. Her daughter was moaning this time. There was something joyous about that. Maybe it was because, for the first time, Final had exerted a little bit of control over her captor, able to make the pegasus quiver in orgasmic bliss. But there was something beyond that. It felt good to Final that Starfruit felt good. She loved making her daughter happy. Her mind protested that it wasn’t love. This couldn’t possibly be love. That’s what she kept telling herself. Yet, Final felt a strong sense of doubt surfacing.

“Phew, what a rush,” Starfruit sighed in euphoria. “What a good Pet I’ve got!”

“Nmmff!” Final squealed into her daughter’s muff and shook in her bonds. It was still hard to breathe, and Starfruit legs were still keeping her pinned.

“Tsk, tsk…” Starfruit chided. “I didn’t say you were done, did I? You’ve still got some cleaning up to do back there. Then we’re going to have some fun time with Ruby next.”

A large huff of air came from Gear as he unleashed another load into the unicorn. Final could do nothing but lap up her daughter’s arousal in between grunts as the thrusting continued again.

Day 3

Final Verse awoke in darkness. It was a weird sensation as, much like the previous day, she hadn’t remembered the exact point where she passed out. She was not even aware that a day had passed. There was no day or night for her, only the endless dull light of the dungeon. The only thing that came close to night was when she was blindfolded, as she was currently. She wore a full sensory deprivation hood, nearly identical to the one Gear Shift had. While she couldn’t see her predicament, she could feel it. She was strapped down to a bed with a straitjacket keeping her arms crossed under her breasts. It was a bolero-style straitjacket, leaving her still-recovering breasts exposed to the temperate air of the dungeon. Her legs were kept closed together with a legbinder, the sleeve going from her ankles to below her knees. Straps attached to the bed connected to rings in the legbinder and straitjacket. While allowing a moderate amount of movement, it prevented her from falling out of bed either accidentally or on purpose. She felt like a patient in a psych ward.

She also felt like she needed a shower. Not just because of the previous day’s sticky “fun,” but also because of the mess she had just noticed between her legs. At first she thought she peed herself while she was sleeping, but the itch in her privates reminded her. The unicorn had been pumped with multiple doses of passion fruit. It seemed like it could be absorbed any number of ways; Final had experienced most of them. Orally, vaginally, rectally, injected, anything as long as there was an orifice. It was relentless. She couldn’t stop her sex drive from interrupting every other thought, always echoing in the back of her mind. She shifted in her bindings, mainly trying to rub her thighs together for some relief.

After a few moments of fidgeting, Final felt a pair of hands knead her sore breasts. The mysterious figure must have noticed her waking up. A pair of hands were unbuckling the straps around the hood. The hood slowly lifted. Final gave a small cough as the cock gag in the hood slipped out of her muzzle leaving a small trail of saliva. Her fully naked daughter was standing over her.

“Starfr—” Final was interrupted by a finger pressing against her lips.

“Ah, ah, ah. What are the rules for slaves? Come on, you should know this one.”

The pegasus lifted her finger and looked at her mother expectantly. The condescending smirk frustrated Final. Her daughter still didn’t see a single thing wrong with anything she had done. For a moment, she considered yelling ever swear in the book at her and spitting in her face. Before she could, a small pang in her breasts reminded her of the consequences of defiance. She decided it was best for her to play along and wait for an opportunity to escape. Her daughter was cocky; sooner or later she had to slip up.

“Don’t… Don’t speak unless spoken to. Address you as ‘Mistress’ at all times.”

“Good Pet,” the pegasus stroked her mother’s ears. “Does Pet want to earn a treat?”

Final blushed and broke eye contact. She dreaded another session with her daughter, but once again knew that refusal would just make things worse.

“Yes…” She hesitated until she felt fingers begin to pull on her nipple. Before things escalated, she quickly added “…Mistress!”

“I knew you would,” Starfruit released her fingers. “Such a good Pet…”

The pegasus climbed up onto the bed and positioned her rump over her mother’s head.

“You seem to like this a lot, so I wanna see what the fuss is about.”

The pegasus sat down, pressing her flank against her mother’s face, Final’s lips kissing her anal ring. Starfruit had fully straddled her face in a reverse cowgirl position.

“Nmmm!” Final cried out in surprise as her muzzle was enveloped. The cheeks squished against her face and her vision had become mostly obscured by the fuzzy flank of her daughter. She paused. Her brain had stalled in trying to process what just happened. A hard twist to her nipples brought her out of her thoughts.

“No point in fighting, Pet. You know how this ends.”

Starfruit emphasized her point by taking both her hands and spreading her ass cheeks further. She wiggled a bit to push herself deeper into her mother’s muzzle. Final started small, not out of a sense of foreplay but just to ease herself into it. Her tongue prodded at her daughter’s hole. She pushed it slightly inside before pulling out and performing some light circles around the ring. Then she went up and down, lubricating her daughter’s cheeks while also covering her muzzle in spittle.

Starfruit gave a happy sigh. “Nff, I see why you like this so much Pet.”

Breathing was getting hard. The only air that Final got was when Starfruit would shift her position slightly. The unicorn knew she would have to pick up the pace to avoid passing out. Her tongue went in deep. She swirled it in a circle along Starfruit’s inner walls. As Final continued, Starfruit played with her mother’s pussy. Though the pegasus was less focused on actually satisfying her slave and more focused on getting a reaction. She would prod at the clit with her fingers or gently rub the outer folds and delight at her mother’s frustrated moans. The poor pet was still hypersensitive from the passion fruit, it didn’t take much to push her over the edge. The simple rubbing caused her pussy to clench and the unicorn gave a squeal into her daughter’s ass.

The lower half of the bed got a bit wetter as Final came. Starfruit giggled at watching her mother wriggle at her touch. Now the unicorn’s bound legs bounced up and down on the bed as far as the straps would allow and arms twisted in the straitjacket. Her limbs were desperate to stretch and position herself more comfortably to assist her orgasms, to push them further. But it was pointless. Final didn’t get to decide how much pleasure she received. Her body was not hers anymore. Starfruit would make sure Pet learned that.

“Whaddaya say after this, we put you in a nice hot bath?” Starfruit patronizingly asked. She was trying to prompt as many responses as possible. Her mother’s muffled speaking was gratifying to her dominant spirit and provided a ticklish vibration to her rear.

“Yrff, Mrrfrrff…” Final replied, actually somewhat happy at the thought of being cleaned. Though she suspected her daughter likely had some perverted method of cleaning her slaves.

“After that, let’s have some more playtime with Toy…”

Final gave a muffled moan.

Day 5

“Alright, this should be a fun game.”

Final lay with her face on the ground. Not by choice. Her ankles and wrists were locked in cuffs, and the cuffs had all been connected to each other, putting her in a crude hogtie. A small chain from the back of her collar had also been attached to the hogtie, forcing her to arch her back to keep from choking. The same bullet vibrator she wore before was lodged inside of her, currently off. Starfruit towered over her, whip in one hand and a key in another. She held up the key.

“This is the key to those cuffs and your collar. If you really don’t want to be my Pet, all you have to do is unlock yourself.”

Starfruit chucked the key across the dungeon. Final didn’t even see where it landed, only hearing the metal clatter against the floor.

“Fetch.”

Starfruit pulled out some kind of controller and flipped it on. The bullet vibe sprung to life with a low hum. Final squeaked in pleasure even from the lowest setting. Her libido had never been allowed to cool down since she became enslaved. The unicorn was having conflicted feelings about this. This was an opportunity to escape, but it seemed too simple. Would her daughter really be so arrogant as to put the actual key within her grasp? Final thought about it for a moment, and it did feel like something her daughter would be smug enough to try. Still, there wasn’t any way to tell if the key was fake or not without checking.

“By the way, this has a time limit. If you orgasm before you reach the key, it’s over and we get to play a very different game.”

The vibrator increased its intensity to medium level. Final moaned in response. She was already getting close.

“Just to make things fair, I’m not allowed to grab the key,” Starfruit explained. “Instead…”

CRACK!

“…I get to play interference.”

Final’s eyes widened and she immediately shifted away from the pegasus towards where she heard the key fall. Even if it was fake, she wanted to avoid any potential punishment for not playing along. Movement wasn’t easy. The hogtie made moving her limbs in any meaningful way impossible. She had to rely of the strength of her core to position herself. She tried to wobble onto her belly. Her first attempt failed. She pushed too far and tipped over on her other side.

CRACK! The whip hit the side of her thigh. A penalty for failure.

“Fuck!” Final yelled in pain and jerked in her bonds.

CRACK! Another hit.

“I didn’t give you permission to use words, Pet!” Starfruit shouted. “Screams and moans only.”

“Yes, Mis—” CRACK! “Augh!”

“What did I just say?”

Final knew this was bullshit. She was punished for responding, she was punished for not responding. She wasn’t a mind reader. Her daughter was hard enough to read in casual conversation, let alone in this environment. She could never tell when her daughter was talking to her rhetorically or not.

Taking care this time, she managed to successfully pushed herself onto her belly. It wouldn’t be pretty, but her strategy was to shuffle along her belly towards the key. With her arms and legs tied above her, she would have to swing her weight side-to-side and slowly crawl her way forwards. It worked for a while until she felt a shock from inside her pussy. She yelped loudly and fell to her side again. Her arms and legs reflexively strained against the cuffs trying to reach down, pulling on her collar and causing her to choke. Quickly backing off so she could breathe, her confusion was interrupted by another whip crack landing on the side of her ass this time.

“Yeah, that vibrator also has a shock setting. Pretty neat, huh?”

“Unnghh…”

Final repositioned herself. She frantically looked around the floor, hoping to have made enough progress to at least see where the key had landed. The dungeon lighting was subdued and made it difficult to spot something so small. She apparently took too long, and was given another lash that struck the side of her right breast. She grunted in pain and her body clenched. She then felt a pressure building up inside her. She knew what this meant.

Her eyes darted around desperately, knowing she was running out of time. She spotted a small glint of something on the floor. From her position and the lighting, it was tough to see clearly, but what else could it have been? There was no time to hesitate; she shuffled towards the sparkle and prayed. As she got closer, she felt the vibrator in her snatch flare up to its maximum setting. She had to pause her crawl to brace herself; she had nearly came from the suddenness. She managed to pull herself together and move slower towards the shining object. If Starfruit had increased the vibrations, then Final must have been on the right track. The pegasus was trying to stop her. Her shuffling was adding to the challenge, as any movement over her body also moved the vibrator inside her, giving more stimulation to her already dripping pussy.

Getting closer and closer, she finally got a clear view. It was indeed the key that Starfruit had thrown. Final was only a few hoofsteps away. The vibes continued their assault as Final moved into position. She still needed to get her hands around the key, so she had to move from her belly to her side. While on her side, she slowly turned her body in a circle, using her shoulder and thigh to push, so that her hands would be facing toward the key. The tensing of her thigh muscles as she moved only made the burning in her folds more intense. She had to find it quickly. From this position, she couldn’t actually see where the key specifically was, she had to blindly clutch at the floor with her fingers. The image in her mind of her wildly grasping for the key somehow built her arousal up even more, which confused her. Surely, nothing about this situation could be turning her on. She was a prisoner trying to gain freedom; there was nothing arousing about this. Another intrusive thought plagued her mind: What if I can’t get it? What happens to me when I fail?

The thought wasn’t unusual, what was unusual was her body’s reaction to it. The thought didn’t make her feel horrified. Her burning need grew stronger at the thought. It wasn’t dread, but anticipation. Part of her liked the idea of failing. Why? Her confusion was interrupted by the feel of cold metal hitting the back of her middle finger. She had touched the key. Quickly readjusting her body, knowing she likely had less than a minute before her lust would overtake her, she angled her fingers more favorably. It was a success, as the tip of her middle finger touched the key again. All she had to do was stretch it just a bit more. Her pussy instinctually began to squeeze against vibrator, ready to ride a wave of orgasmic bliss.

CRACK!

The key bounced away from Final’s fingers as the end of Starfruit’s whip struck it. It flew in the air slightly before landing another few hoofsteps away from her. The strike was so quick, that for a few seconds Final had not registered what had just happened. One second, her fingers touched freedom. The next second, freedom had disappeared. She was trapped once again. A prisoner. A pet. A pet to be endlessly teased and tormented. The thought of that was too much. Final squealed as an intense orgasm racked her body. Her body was shaking all over as the vibrator relentlessly buzzed inside her. It didn’t care about what she thought. It didn’t care if she had enough. Her fingers flexed and curled to pull at something they couldn’t reach. Her hips bucked, she twisted and thrusted her body as far as the hogtie would allow. In between the climax ringing in her brain, Final could hear Starfruit’s laughter. The pegasus was amused at the humiliating display of her mother flopping on the floor like a fish out of water, the unicorn wailing in pleasure she had no control over.

Having had her fun, Starfruit turned the vibrator off. She smiled silently and took her time absorbing the image of her mother panting on the floor, defeated. Once her mother’s breathing had returned to normal, she finally spoke up.

“I said I couldn’t grab the key. I never said anything about whipping it. I win!”

Final huffed in anger but didn’t speak.

“So now that you lost, let me think about your punishment…”

Starfruit placed her fingers under her chin, pretending to think about what to do as if she hadn’t already planned out her play schedule for today.

“While you didn’t win, you put up a good effort, so I think a softer penalty is fair. Would you like a softer punishment, Pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Final sighed, desperate to salvage any relief she could get.

“I always wanted to try out that facesitting chair you’ve got. What do you think, Pet? Do you want Mistress to sit on your face?”

She didn’t. “Yes, Mistress…”

After a few minutes of rearranging some restraints and dragging the unicorn into place, Final was settled inside the same box that she had Gear Shift in a few days prior. The arrangement of the seat was slightly different this time. Final’s head rested at an angle against the front of the seat, with her face pointed diagonally towards the back of the chair. Starfruit rested into position, putting her muff up against Final’s lips as she sat down. Thankfully, there was just enough space to not cover Final’s nose, giving her room to breathe. However, given how close she was, each inhale from her nose was coated in her daughter’s scent. She still hadn’t gotten used to it.

Starfruit was at desk, presumably messing with papers regarding the bordello. Of course, it was possible that she was just pretending to be busy just so she could carry out this “living office chair” fantasy. Final couldn’t tell, all she could see was her daughter’s snatch pressing up against her. If she brought her eyes up as far as they could go, she could see her daughter looking down at her with the same smug domineering expression she had since this ordeal had started. The look told her everything she needed to know. It wasn’t her place to know what her Mistress was doing, get to work. If the look wasn’t enough, the shocks in her cunt were enough motivation. She had nearly forgotten about the vibrators shock setting. Final lapped vigorously at her daughter’s pussy while the pegasus shuffled through documents. It continued like this for a solid ten minutes. Both of them worked in silence. Silence being relative, as the wet slurping noises were ever-present. Eventually, Starfruit spoke up.

“What are your thoughts on Toy? Do you think Its doing a good job?”

Final paused for a bit, unsure what to say. She was surprised at the question. A jolt hit her pussy and she yelped in pain.

“That wasn’t a rhetorical question, Pet,” Starfruit chided. “Answer me.”

“Yff, Mffrrf…” Final whimpered into her daughter’s folds. She dared not stop licking.

“I mean, you certainly know how to pick ‘em. It has been quite eager to please. Do you think it’s because It doesn’t know about the change in management, yet?”

“wwmmf?” Final was confused.

“What, didn’t I tell you that already? Toy still thinks this is all part of your 24/7 scenario. I haven’t bothered to tell It yet. I thought it would be more fun to see if It can figure it out. Nothing has really changed much about It’s situation. Still hasn’t done a safety signal yet, and the only time that hood has been taken off is for bathing. It doesn’t even know that It has been fucking you these past few days. It still thinks you’re in charge.”

Final felt a deep sense of guilt. It was bad enough for her already, but that she dragged someone else into this was daunting. She hadn’t noticed her licking had slowed and was shocked back into action. Starfruit grabbed her by the horn and pulled her in deeper.

“No slowing down, Pet, I’m almost there,” Starfruit ordered.

“Yff, Mffrrf!” Final squeaked.

“I think It makes a fine addition to my collection,” Starfruit continued. “It’s a one-of-a-kind toy. At least It is for now. I get the feeling a lot of other Masters are going to want something similar for themselves. But hey, I got the first-gen prototype! We can build off that with other slaves. We could corner the market with our own brand of Organic Pony Toys! Sounds good, right? Ponies love organic stuff!”

Final huffed a reluctant “Yrrrff, Mmffmrrf” into her daughter’s muff.

“The only issue is keeping it all under wraps. Shouldn’t be too hard in Toy’s case. It was fibbing about going abroad on some extended vacation, and ponies get lost all the time, don’t they?”

“Ymff, Mmfrmf…”

“How long do you think It will take to figure out what’s going on? Should we give It a hint? You think if I let It eat me out, It will taste the difference between me and you? I think I’ve got a distinct flavor—nngh! Speaking of which…”

The pegasus shoved her mother’s muzzle in deep.

“Open up…”

Day 8

Final mostly hung from her wrists, only the tips of her hooves being able to touch the floor. She tried her best to balance on them and put her weight on her legs instead of her arms, which were held up by chains attached to the ceiling. While the she could provide some relief to her arms, there was no relief for the ache in her pussy. As best as she could from her position, she rubbed her thighs together, which did nothing but graze against the cold metal covering her privates.

Starfruit had outfitted her mother with a steel chastity belt as punishment for poor performance. The belt clasped around the unicorn’s hips, a metal plate going down the middle, through her legs, and up the back connecting back to the waist. It covered her lower lips and dulled any touch. Some form of ratcheting mechanism in the back tightened the belt to her body and was secured with a small padlock, making it impossible for her to get anything past the plate. The belt had a padded interior to prevent chaffing, but that was it. The closest Final could get to any sort of stimulation was putting pressure on the outside of the plate to press it against her cunt. That only served to aggravate her lust rather than soothe it. The belt did come with attachments, primarily inserts for the vaginal and anal cavities. But Starfruit didn’t want any from of vaginal stimulation, so the pussy plug was left out and thus left Final with a frustrating emptiness. There was also no anal plug inserted, though that section of the belt was left open, ensuring Final’s only way of getting fucked with either through her mouth or through her ass.

She had only been wearing the chastity belt for a few days, which ordinarily wouldn’t be big deal. A couple of days without sex was hardly stressful to her. Or at least it would have been, if not for the constant pumping of an aphrodisiac fruit into her system driving her sex drive up the wall. While she participated in sex acts begrudgingly at the start, she found herself becoming more depraved each passing day. The need for release had long since overshadowed her shame. Starfruit and Ruby had been more than accommodating, but had backed off recently, both as a punishment and because Starfruit said it was better for “production.”

The breast pumps attached to her boobs were collecting the latest batch of milk from her. The daily, sometimes hourly, application of passion fruit had done its work. Her breasts had noticeably engorged in size over the past week and were now ready for harvesting. Final should have been disgusted by this treatment, but honestly the pumping was relieving to her. It reduced the swelling and there was something soothing about how the pumping machine massaged her sore breasts.

The milk went from the pumps on her breasts through the machine sitting on a table in front of her and into bottles that slowly filled. This was the second bottle she filled today. Starfruit had stuffed the first in a fridge somewhere in the corner of the dungeon. Apparently, the pegasus had a craving for breast milk, and added a mini-fridge to the dungeon specifically for this purpose. She was currently eyeing the bottle being filled up with her mother’s precious nectar like a filly with her birthday presents. The bottle stopped filling about three quarters of the way. The breast machine kept pumping, but nothing more came out. Starfruit sighed and turned off the machine. Like the previous day’s milking, there wasn’t much to get out of Final.

“Guess you’re still not all the way there yet,” Starfruit grumbled. “Might be another week or two before we get a good yield.”

Final huffed in frustration. She hoped this didn’t mean the accursed belt would stay on for that long. The pegasus capped the bottle and walked away, presumably to put it in the fridge. She returned carrying two more bottles, one in each hand. They looked chilled, so Final assumed they were the bottles from the previous two days of milking. She placed one bottle on the table and uncapped the one left in her hand.

“Let’s do a taste test.”

Starfruit took a swig from the bottle. Her eyes were closed, and she swirled the drink around in her mouth to get a good feel. Final was unamused by all of this. Saying nothing, she simply glared at her daughter in annoyance. Starfruit opened her eyes and caught Final’s glare. She smirked.

“Oh, I see. Pet wants a taste, too.”

Starfruit took the bottle up to Final’s frowning muzzle.

“Does Pet want to drink?”

Final knew she had no choice. Starfruit was playing her games again, and refusal would just result in the unicorn getting force-fed the milk while suffering another punishment.

“Yes, Mistress.”

The bottle tipped, and Final gulped down her own milk, swallowing quickly to get it over with. She winced as it hit her tongue. It was cold from the fridge and tasted sweet, but the sweetness didn’t matter. The thought of drinking her own milk disgusted her.

“So, on a scale of one to twenty, how would you rate yourself?”

Final figured this was another game, but wasn’t sure how to respond. It felt like a one to her, as this entire experience was unpleasant, but she decided to play it safe with a middle-of-the-road answer.

“Ten, Mistress.”

“Only ten?” Starfruit responded with faux surprise. She took a sip from the bottle. “Hm, maybe you’re right. It could use some improvement…”

CRACK! Starfruit’s whip struck Final’ left breast.

“Aaaahhh!” Final screamed at the unexpected lashing.

“That’s one. With the ten you gave, we’ll need nine more to make it to twenty.”

CRACK! This time, the whip struck the right breast.

“Two!”

Final screamed again. “Auugh! Please, Mistress!”

CRACK!

“What? I’m balancing things out.”

CRACK! Another scream.

“If you’re not producing twenty out of twenty milk, I need to provide some incentive.”

CRACK! Another scream.

“I’ve gotta whip those breasts into shape!” Starfruit laughed at her own pun.

CRACK!

“I think that’s five. Do you know if it’s five, Pet?”

CRACK!

“AAAHH! No, Mistress! It was six! The one you just did was seven, Mistress!”

CRACK!

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

“No, Mistress! We’re at eight!”

CRACK!

“Hey, you think if we use this batch of breast milk for dairy, we could name it Literally Whipped Cream?” Starfruit chuckled.

Final would have groaned at the terrible puns if she wasn’t busy screaming in pain.

CRACK!

“And ten! There we go, the next batch should be twenty out of twenty next time, won’t it, Pet?”

“Yes, Mistress…” Final whimpered.

Starfruit smiled and kissed her cheek, then grabbed the second bottle off the table and uncapped it. She brought it to Final’s lips.

“Let’s see what you think about this batch. And no fibbing.”

As Final took the liquid in her mouth, Starfruit pressed a hand up to her neck.

“No swallowing until I say so, Pet,” she ordered. “I want you to take it all in.”

Final did as she was told and held the milk in her mouth. It was still cold, though the taste hit different this time. Maybe it was because she was more prepared for the taste having tried it before. Maybe the whipping flipped a switch in her brain to make her like it. For whatever reason, the sweetness was actually pleasant this time. The lusciousness of the beverage offset the pain in her breasts. It was comforting.

Starfruit must have noticed the difference in reaction. “There’s a good girl. You may swallow now.”

Final gulped the swig down and gave an alleviated sigh.

“So, how was it?” the pegasus asked in earnest.

Final paused. She was afraid of answering. Anything less than twenty would likely result in more whipping. Could she lie and say twenty, or would Mistr—Starfruit be able to tell? What would be the punishment then? Then again, was twenty really a lie? She had enjoyed this batch. Of all the drinks she had in her life, that simple swig of milk had been heavenly, if only for the relief it provided. Final decided that she couldn’t lie, she did enjoy it, but she also wouldn’t exaggerate.

“Eighteen, Mistress,” Final stated, her body bracing for more torture.

“Eighteen?” Starfruit replied, elated. “My, my, someone’s a charitable critic!”

Starfruit began to massage her mother’s aching breasts as she spoke. Final moaned in relief.

“Tell me, Pet, what did you like most about it?” the grinning pegasus asked.

“I…” Final gathered her thoughts. “It was sweet, Mistress. Comforting. It made me feel safe after… punishment.”

“You really enjoyed it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Starfruit brought her head up to Final’s right ear, still kneading her mother’s breasts. “It’s mine.”

Final’s eyes widened a bit.

“I take passion fruit too. Not as much as you, but still. I got a small production going myself. I thought it was only fair that we get to share each other’s essence. I’m glad you enjoy my taste.”

Final was too bewildered to respond. Learning she had just drank her own daughter’s milk was… arousing. She felt a wet trail slide down her leg. Her arousal was leaking from the chastity belt. Starfruit bent down slightly to put her face in her mother’s breasts. She dragged her tongue along the sides of each. Then, holding up the left breast underhanded, she traced the tip of her tongue around the nipple. She gave it a few lollipop-style licks before pressing her mouth against it and sucking. There wasn’t much milk left after the machine had done it’s job, but Starfruit’s eagerness managed to pull a few drops onto her tongue.

Removing her mouth, she said, “These feel like twenty out of twenty to me. Maybe it’s better when it’s from the tap.” The pegasus chuckled.

She switched to the right nipple, performing the same ritual. While all this was happening, Final was busy rubbing her thighs together, trying to quell her growing arousal. The tickle of Starfruit’s tongue on her breasts, the intimacy of her sucking, the taste of her daughter still on her lips, it was all driving her tense. There was a sudden sharp pain in her right breast. Starfruit had bitten down moderately hard on the nipple. Final’s pussy clenched.

“One.” Starfruit said.

Starfruit grabbed the other breast and bit down. Starfruit gave a small wince, but the pain was more bearable this time.

“Two,” Starfruit rubbed both nipples with her thumb, Final responding with a relaxed sigh. “Now we’re at twenty.”

Starfruit took notice of her mother’s arousal and bent down to her pussy, her fingers sliding across the slick metal surface of the belt. Looking down at her, Final saw the gleam of a key in the domme’s hand.

“Does Pet want to cum?” Final asked, grinning.

“Yes, Mistress,” Final moaned.

Starfruit’s hands reached around the back of the belt. Final felt the key being pushed into the padlock.

“Beg me for it, Pet,” Starfruit ordered.

“Please, Mistress! I want to cum!” Final yelled.

Click.

Final felt the belt loosen before being pulled off. The warm air of the dungeon felt comparatively cool against the hotness in her cunt, finally exposed after what had felt like months of neglect. The belt clanged onto the floor. Starfruit smiled before pressing her mouth up against her mother’s folds, stroking up and down with her tongue. Final’s cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the dungeon.

Day 10

Toy, formally known as Gear Shift, was strapped down to Final’s special bed, though lacking most of the usual restraints. Only a set of straps at the ankles, belly, and chest held him down. It probably would have only taken a modest amount of effort for a pony to escape the bindings if they wanted. But Gear Shift was loyal. He wouldn’t try to free himself. He lay there silently behind the sensory deprivation hood, still trapped in foggy lustfulness. Final looked down solemnly at the ensnared pony that had once been her ward.

“Alright, Pet,” Starlight ordered. “Prep the Toy.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Final sighed.

Final awkwardly stepped onto the bed with her knees, where Gear’s ankles were strapped down. Her wrists were locked at her sides to rings in her chastity belt similar to the waist harness she had worn. She had to balance herself carefully to avoid falling over. She bent down and faced Gear’s flaccid cock, her muzzle inches away. It was strange for her, seeing it unrestrained by a cage and leering over her. The gimp's cock was demonstrating an uncharacteristic dominance.

Final’s hot breath breezed onto the tool, which elicited a large twitch followed by a thrusting of the stallion’s hips. The thrust was a lot heavier than Final had expected and shook the bed. The lesser restraints used gave him a greater degree of movement than Final usually got when strapped to that bed. She could hear the huffing of air from the nose holes in the hood. The gimp had been roused from his stupor and was ready for more play. Final gave the underside of his cock a lick, dragging her tongue up to the tip. The cock seemed to harden alongside her tongue. After gently putting the tip in her mouth and swirling her tongue a bit, it had become rock hard. Unsurprisingly, with the amount of passion fruit in his system, not much foreplay was needed.

“Good Pet. Now get ready to ride.”

Final straddled herself on Gear’s belly. Lifting up her hips, she moved back and positioned her ass up against the stallion’s throbbing cock, her pussy blocked by the metal plate of the chastity belt. Final sighed and pressed her ass against his cockhead. With a grunt she slid herself inside. The entry was smooth, her hole had gotten limber during Starfruit’s sessions, and the unicorn eventually worked her way down to the base. The only difficulty was the stallion’s thrusting making her jiggle up and down the shaft during her entry. She had nearly lost her balance but kept herself steady by straddling the gimp’s hips and squeezing her thighs to hold herself in place. Gear was as impatient as ever and continued to slap against Final’s ass, causing her to pant a bit each time he thrusted.

Starfruit giggled at her mother’s struggles. Eventually, she moved herself over to the gimp’s head and began unbuckling straps at the hood.

“I want to play another game,” the pegasus said cheerfully. “If you can convince Toy to stop humping you before he cums, I’ll give you the key to your cuffs.”

The pegasus held up and a key on a ring and dangled it mockingly. The key dropped to the floor as she moved her hands to Gear’s head. Final’s heart leapt in her chest, barely having time to register the sight of the keys before seeing Starfruit pull off the hood. She tried to hide her face in shame, but her wrists clinked against her bonds. There was no escaping the stallion’s gaze.

“Final wanted to play with you, Toy, so I decided to take over for her. I’m Mistress now.”

Final and Gear’s eyes met. Final felt tears come to her eyes. She couldn’t imagine the betrayal It… he must be feeling. He placed his trust in her, and she failed him. But when she looked into his eyes, she saw nothing. His eyes were relaxed, glazed over with seemingly no focus. He was clearly looking at her, and yet nothing changed in his expression or the pace of his humping.

“Gear, listen to me!” Final pleaded, her voice a bit bumpy from Gear’s thrusting. “You need to snap out of this! This isn’t a game anymore!”

“She’s right…” Starfruit walked over and ran her fingers across his nipples, looking up at Final with a cocky smirk. “We’re serious this time…”

Gear kept thrusting.

“Axle!” Final shouted. “Your safe word is ‘axle!’ Don’t you remember?”

“It doesn’t really matter, does it?” Starfruit whispered. “There’s no safe words anymore, Toy. You’re stuck here.”

For the first time, Gear’s eyes showed a glimmer of emotion. Final was hopeful, but confused. Why was Starfruit helping her?

“How does it feel, Toy?” Starfruit continued. “Knowing that this is permanent. You’ll never be free. Nothing more than a sack of flesh to be ridden for my pleasure. Your freedom. Your life. All mine.”

Gear gave a great howl. For a reassuring moment, Final thought this was it. Gear would recognize their situation and help escape. Even if Starfruit wouldn’t keep her word, Gear could easily maneuver himself out of his bonds. Her key was on the ground. He could free them both. The moment faded as she heard a howling from Gear, followed by a heavy thrust inside her ass once more and then a spurt of cum filling her insides. The unicorn held her position, dazed. It wasn’t a howl of anger or defiance. It was the howl of a breeding stallion claiming his mare. What had just happened? Why did Gear not care about this?

As Gear continued to plow her, Starfruit unbuckled the straps at the bed, completely freeing his body. There was nothing restraining the nude stallion anymore. Nothing changed. He kept thrusting. As he continued, Final began to understand. In hindsight, it seemed obvious. This stallion, who was already submissive by nature, had spent the past week and a half hopped up on aphrodisiacs and largely deprived of all sensation but touch. Final had been enslaved as well, but at least she had been given the courtesy of conversation, albeit one-sided. She had been told what was happening to her. She wasn’t isolated. Gear had been stewing in his own lust with no outlet but Starfruit’s play sessions. It became the only stimulation he ever got. It had become his life. Starfruit wasn’t helping Final, she was pushing Gear over the edge. Enslavement, true enslavement, wasn’t abhorrent to him, it was exciting. He had no thoughts left, only desire. A cloudy mind kept running by erotic impulses. He had become a toy.

“Look at that,” Starfruit chuckled. “I think we broke It.”

Final couldn’t stop herself from crying. She cried for her failure, both to free herself and to save a client who placed trust in her. She cried for the realization of what Gear now was and what she would eventually become. Starfruit crawled onto the bed and placed her rump on Toy’s face. It didn’t flinch. The second the Starfruit’s anus touched It’s muzzle It began pleasing her the way Final had taught It to. Starfruit faced her mother and wiped the tears away. Cupping her mother’s cheek, she leaned in for a deep kiss. Her tongue slipped through Final’s lips and she pressed their muzzles together. Final didn’t bother to resist.

Day 13

“Now that you’ve gotten some practice, I want to try this game out.”

Mistress Starfruit gestured to a row of dildos on the floor. She had them standing up in a line from smallest to largest. It didn’t take genius to figure out what she had planned, but that didn’t stop Final from feeling anxious, gazing at the frigthening Minotaur dildo at the end of the line. She knew her daughter would add some twisted complication to this torture. Even so, she had no choice but to play along, still restricted by a hobble and her waist harness keeping her hands at her sides. Thankfully, good behavior had gotten Final out of the chastity belt and upgraded back to the harness, which seemed to be her default apparel in the dungeon.

A frustrating addition to her outfit was the legbinders. Not a singular sleeve this time, but two separate sleeves on each leg, each keeping her calves pressed against her thighs in a pseudo frog-tie. Her only means of keeping balance was to either kneel down on her knees or stand on her hooves in an uncomfortable squatting position. She kept herself in the kneeling position prostrated before Mistress Starfruit.

The pegasus apparently wasn’t in the mood for any interruptions either; she had gone through the trouble of strapping a muzzle onto Final. The muzzle employed a specialized ring gag that certain attachments could be inserted into for kinky scenarios. Final was familiar with it, she recalled using a feather duster attachment on clients for maid fetish play. The current attachment lodged in her mouth was a double-ended dildo gag. Six inches in, nine out. It wasn’t too much of a burden for Final at this point; her gag reflex had mostly disappeared. Mostly. The biggest annoyance was the leverage of the rubber phallus sticking out of her face putting a mild weight on her neck.

“You’re gonna have a dildo race!” Starfruit exclaimed. “You have to go down to the base of every dildo within twenty minutes!”

Final felt her heart leap when she heard “twenty.” There were thirteen dildos lined up, which meant only slightly more than a minute for each. The smaller ones would be easy, the medium ones manageable, but the larger sized ones would take time. Her beating the time limit was wishful thinking. The unicorn sighed and resigned herself to her fate. She had already lost, but in a way it was somewhat relieving. At least now she could properly pace herself and not worry about failure. It was a forgone conclusion, so there was no uncertainty. She would play the game and just endure whatever torture her daughter concocted this time. Punishment had become so common for her that it ceased being a threat. Much to her dismay, she enjoyed it at times. Her mind was acclimating to her new stature, and pain had become less of a burden than when she started.

It was withholding pleasure that frightened her. She had spent enough time in the chastity belt and had only just gotten out. Mistress might put her back in again. Then it would be nothing but tease sessions while she was hooked up to the milker. Mistress wouldn’t fuck her, at least not the way she wanted. Mistress knew the proper ways to make her cum and delighted in denying them to her. Final dreaded the pain of going through this race, but if pain wasn’t a big issue anymore, wouldn’t it be worth it? Mistress was going to delight in her suffering no matter if she rebelled or not. At least if she submitted, she would get something out of it. Final weighed her options.

“Obviously, I’ll need to provide incentive.” Mistress gave a mischievous smile. “I was just gonna punish you for not making it in time, and I will, but I don’t think that’s good enough. A whipping is a little too… passé. I want this to be special.”

Final felt a sudden rush of panic. Was Mistress reading her mind? What could she possibly do worse than she already had?

“I was thinking about adding Mistress Aqua to our little entourage…”

“ullph?!” Final choked on her gag.

“…but it seems a little unfair to drag her into this without giving her a chance. The bordello can’t survive on slaves alone, it needs proper Mistresses like me or Ruby.”

Final squirmed a bit in her bindings and nearly fell over. She managed to correct herself and looked up to her daughter’s amused smile.

“Got your attention? Good. Because I graciously decided that you should be the one to make the call.” She gestured towards the line of dildos. “All you have to do is beat the time limit, and Mistress Aqua will get the chance to maintain her position. Fail, and…”

CRACK!

The whip struck the ground in front of Final. While there was no pain, the sound didn’t stop her from flinching. This time she did lose her balance and fell on her side.

“…you get a new playmate.”

Starfruit chuckled as Final tried to pick herself up. She took out what looked like a pink shampoo bottle and tossed it to the ground next to the unicorn.

“You’ll need that.”

Final looked at the bottle. It was labeled “ETS High-Grade Passion Fruit Lubricant.” She wasn’t sure what “ETS” was, but she was sure what would happen if she used it.

“I hoped this would make the game more fun for both of us.”

The sad part was she was right. Final had no chance of beating this game without lube, but she knew the passion fruit would drive her further into lust. She would be pushing herself willingly into the spiral that had already consumed Toy. She had already experienced the compelling arousal of passion fruit in the past, but something about the “High-Grade” on the label made her uneasy. And, unlike previous applications, she had a choice to not to participate this time. The image of Toy thrusting inside her flashed in her mind. She imagined Aqua in that position. Strapped down, fucked, and tormented in every way imaginable. There was a growing fear of Aqua being enslaved like that, as well as a growing arousal. Obviously, the passion fruit was responsible for that twinge of lust crossing her mind. It had to be. She couldn’t let another innocent pony be roped into this.

It took some maneuvering to properly pick up the bottle with her hands stuck to her sides, but she eventually held it in her right hand. Flipping open the cap, the sweet familiar smell wafted into her nose. She shivered. Even the smell had become enough to make her frisky.

Starfruit held up a stopwatch. “Clock starts as soon as you touch the first dildo.”

Final took a deep breath and waddled over to the first dildo as best as she could in the frog tie. She paused for a moment to ready herself before quickly grabbing the dildo and squirting an excessive amount of lube on it. The dildo itself was only four inches long; nothing she couldn’t handle. But the sizes would only get bigger from here. Her strategy was to use a liberal amount of lube for the starters as a way of getting a nice spread in her insides to help deal with the larger ones. If she was already gushing with lube by the time she reached the larger dildos, it would make the process a lot smoother. After being properly lubed up, she squatted herself down onto the rubber phallus. With no effort, it slipped inside of her until she hit the flared base, applying the first coat of lube to her anus. She then heard clapping.

“Very good, Pet! You didn’t even need a warning!”

Final was confused. She had apparently done something right, but what? She put the thought out of her mind and removed the dildo. The fake shaft slid out of her ass easily, and only then did she realize what had pleased Mistress so much. She wasn’t in the chastity belt anymore; her pussy was completely exposed. Instead of pleasuring her cunt she had instinctually went for her ass without any prompting from Mistress, who made a habit of tormenting her rear in nearly every session. Final had gotten so used to it that it had become her default form of seeking release. Worry creeped into her mind. She became aware of just how much Mistr—Starfruit had warped her psyche. She discarded the thoughts quickly; this wasn’t the time to get distracted.

She redoubled her efforts on the next dildo. Five inches long this time. With another application of lube, she shoved this one up her asshole with no issues. She was pot-committed to anal at this point. She had already spent a good amount of lube prepping her hole for this race. Swapping to pussy would be a bad idea for the late game.

The third was six inches long. In and out it went with no trouble. She had gotten into the rhythm of lubing up and squatting down. She was sure she was under two minutes, which was good. Speeding through the easy ones would give her more time for the largest set. She moved to the fourth without breaking stride. This one was also six inches long, but noticeably thicker this time. It still wasn’t a problem for her, but she could feel her ring stretch wider than previously. She gave a foreboding glance at the larger dildos before moving on.

The fifth dildo was eight inches and equally as thick as the previous. She noticed the increasing girth of the lineup from first sight, but now she felt it. The fifth was nine inches with the same thickness. This one went in smoothly as well, but it did elicit a small grunt through her cock gag. She had mistakenly thought her biggest issue was going to be girth. To her, the length wouldn’t be an issue once she got past the initial insertion. She only now realized that while her own anal ring had gotten quite a bit of stretching over the days, her insides hadn’t been pushed as far.

This was made more clear by the sixth dildo. Ten inches long and thicker. She had taken ten inches in previous sessions, but the diameter was more than expected: three inches. She had worn butt plugs of that size and bigger, but they never went that deep. Pulling out was becoming harder as well. With her legs bound as they were, she had to push herself off the dildo from her squatting position. But now, the length was too much to fully get it out. She laid her back on the floor, the phallus still stuck inside but poking out of her hole, and tried lifting her thighs up. Because the legbinders kept her hooves against the back of her thighs, her hooves were positioned on her ass, with just enough movement available to clamp her hooves around the dildo and pull. The legbinds didn’t allow her to push her hooves out far, so Final had to gradually work the dildo out fractions of an inch at a time. Eventually, her tactic was successful and the dildo plopped to the floor along with a trail of lube. Final was getting worried. She had only concerned herself with entry and only now realized how much time simply removing a dildo was taking.

Number seven was the same size, but thicker at three-and-a-half inches. She slid in decidedly slower, though still making good time. She noticed herself breathing a bit heavier. She repeated the arduous process of removing it and moved to the next. At the eighth, things slowed down further. Eleven inches long, three and a half wide. The phallus was too long to squat down on with her legs bound. She now had to start angling the dildos at forty-five degree angles and push her ass against the floor to slide it inside. This only further increased the time spent. She no longer had ideal positioning or gravity to assist her.

The ninth had increased the length by another inch. She was having a harder time angling this shaft even with her new forty-five degree strategy. The dildos weren’t completely rigid and still had a bit of floppiness to them. This did have a benefit of making them slightly easier slide in, it made pushing against them difficult from her position. This time, the dildo bent a little when she pushed against it, sliding across her ass cheek and flat onto the floor. Final, who had been pushing her weight against the dildo, lost her balance and fell backward onto the floor. She huffed in frustration while Mistress Starfruit laughed at her struggles. That screw-up cost her a lot of time. She got back up and shuffled her knees over to the dildo once more, applying a fresh coat of lube again. Angling it yet again, this time taking it slower to properly line it up, she managed to push the length steadily inside her.

Noticing that this new strategy wasn’t working, she went for something different. Number ten was another inch longer, putting it at thirteen. She grasped it in her hand, and then waddled over to one of the dungeon’s walls. She put the base of the dildo flush to the wall to provide something sturdier to push up against. She hoped that Mistress wouldn’t count this as cheating and punish her for it. Giving a glance over to Mistress, she seemed too amused at the unicorn’s agonizing to care. For all Final knew, the game was already over and Mistress was just toying with her again. She had no idea how much time had passed, but she was already too far to give up now. Sticking her ass up into the air with her face on the cold dungeon floor, she shimmied herself backwards onto the rubber shaft. There was no slippage, but it still took a good length of time to actually reach the base. What’s worse was that the shimmying movements made the travel less smooth. Instead of going in a straight line down her anus, it kept constantly poking up against her insides with each small push. Final was becoming thankful for the passion fruit distracting her from the discomfort.

Eleven set things back even further. Fourteen inches long with a three-and-three-quarter diameter. She kept to her same strategy, but her movements became even more sluggish. The size was already a problem, but endurance had now become a factor. Having to maneuver herself as she did throughout this ordeal combined with blitzing the ten previous dildos had taken a toll. The girth was becoming too much to handle, her O-ring gripping the rubber tight. The lube could only do so much. She reached the base and slowly removed herself. Each inch removed caused her insides to mildly collapse from the lost pressure, and she felt it. There was a small delay, that half-second sense of dread, before the pain hit that only added to the torment. There was no avoiding it. Moving faster only made it hurt worse.

There were tears in her eyes when she looked at number twelve. She wasn’t sure if the tears were already there or if they were in response to the size. Fifteen inches with a base of four inches. She could feel her heart pumping in her chest. Her brain was firing off warnings as she aligned the dildo against her O-ring. Her exhaustion worked to her advantage, as it dulled the fear. She was practically on autopilot at this point. However, she was roused from her stupor about one-fourth of the way down. The stretching had become too much and no amount of passion fruit was enough to override the pain. She found herself stuck, unable to move further. The rubber cock felt like it was pushing against her intestines, like it was somehow growing inside her. She imagined it expanding until it burst her entire body apart. It wasn’t possible, but the pressure made it feel that way.

The fear gave way to frustration. Not the frustration of losing the game, thoughts of Aqua’s freedom had slipped into the back of her mind, a frustration of the pain itself. A primal urge of spite to not let the pain defeat her. Her rage gave her the adrenaline rush she needed to push herself onto the cock with all her strength. She rapidly began moving back, thinking nothing of the burning pressure expanding her guts.

“HMMPH! HMMPH!”

Each shimmy down the length was accompanied by a large shout of indignation, as if she were taunting the inanimate phallus for challenging her. She hit the base quickly and departed it with a long growl of rage as she shuffled herself off. The frenzy wore off as the dildo popped out. Final quickly realized what a mistake she had made as the fury died down. She had successfully beaten number twelve, but the soreness in her rear became apparent. Her rushing that dildo didn’t give her body time to adjust to the size of the cock as it was being spread out. The sudden expansion had hurt her far more than if she had gone down gradually, and her anger had caused her body to tighten around the phallus instead of loosening. She collapsed to the floor in agony as her brain finally registered the pain.

One left. The Minotaur. Fifteen inches long with a four-and-a-half inch diameter. Final could barely see it. Her vision had become hazy, not just from tears. Her face lay sideways on the floor with her now gaping ass in the air. Drool slipped past her gag and pooled on the floor. She breathed erratically as her body failed to soothe the soreness that had spread deep inside her. She couldn’t focus on anything. Her neurons were on fire and she had to shut her eyes hoping that cutting off her vision would ease the overstimulation. All it did was make the aching more conspicuous. She opened her eyes. She had long since forgotten why she was even doing this. She knew she had to reach the base of The Minotaur, but why? She heard giggling. She looked towards the source and saw Mistress. Mistress seemed entertained. That must be why. She was keeping Mistress happy. If she gave up, Mistress wouldn’t be happy. A twinge of some unknown feeling cut through the throbbing ache in her mind. She couldn’t let that happen.

The unicorn slave instinctually reached for the dildo and placed it against the wall. It slipped past her cheeks and pressed up against her O-ring. The gape was stretched wider as she pressed herself onto the cock. It was barely an inch in before Final had to stop. It hurt. It hurt a lot. The pain burrowed into her head and her body convulsed. The convulsions reminded her of something. Her body had done this before.

Mistress had caused her pain before. Her body had been in this unbearable situation more times than she could remember. Like when Mistress would strike her with the whip. That was good pain. If she imagined it was Mistress causing the pain, she felt she could tolerate it, maybe even enjoy it. And, after all, wasn’t Mistress causing the pain? This pain throughout her body belonged to Mistress. The phallus was Mistress. Mistress wanted to be inside of her. To be close to her. Mistress wanted her body. She needed to get closer to Mistress. Her guts widened as the phallus pushed its way through. She could feel the friction of the rubber grating against her bowels. It hurt, but each sting of pain reminded her of Mistress. This was Mistress’ touch. Each inch brought her closer to Mistress. She gave a guttural moan as she slid further down. The moan wasn’t of pleasure or pain, but longing. A desire to get closer.

“Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!”

Final heard clapping. Mistress was complimenting her. The unicorn wasn’t sure why. Her mind was taking a long time to process anything that was happening. She suddenly became aware of a smooth surface pressing against her butt cheeks. She had reached the base.

“Twenty seconds to spare!” Mistress Starfruit gleamed. “What an absolute champion!”

Final pondered over what was meant by “twenty seconds” before remembering that she was being timed. This was a contest for something. She tried to remember for what but her body crumpled to the floor before she could recall what the reward was supposed to be. She lay on her side before tipping over onto her back, The Minotaur still lodged up to the hilt.

Mistress walked towards her slave and stood over the unicorn. Final’s eyes were glazed over. Mistress’ glistening exposed pussy was directly above her face. She caught Mistress saying something in her peripheral vision, but didn’t hear it. Her owner’s wetness became her focus. It came closer to her as Mistress crouched down and aligned herself with the cock gag on her slave’s face. Final wasted no time thrusting her head in and out while Mistress bounced on her face. The pain in her rear was gone. There was no thought left, only an instinctual drive to service her owner. She moved with her Mistress, a perverted dance guided by the pegasus. Final savored the moans, the scent, and the arousal that dripped onto her face. This was her reward.

Day 14

WHAP!

“AHAUGH!”

“I’m terribly sorry about all this, but the company decided to move in a new direction, and there’s not room for contrarian elements.”

WHAP! The crop struck upwards and hit the underside of the unicorn’s breasts. The unicorn prisoner shouted in pain past the ring gag holding her mouth open. The chains she dangled from clinked as she pointlessly jerked around in frustration.

“That said, we understand the need for innovation within the company, and have shifted to a more progressive staff management policy.”

WHAP!

“UGGH”

“We’re not terminating your employment; merely moving you to a position that would be better suited to your temperament.”

WHAP!

“OOAAWWHH!”

“We’re thankful for your years of dedication to this company, Aqua, and we look forward to your contributions in future during this new stage in your employment.”

The azure unicorn incoherently cursed at her captor, chains rattling. Aqua Breeze was suspended from chains attached to cuffs at her wrists and ankles. A waist harness, identical to one that Final wore, also was clipped to a chain in the ceiling to hold a good portion of her weight. Her back faced the ceiling with Mistress Starfruit standing in front of her. The unicorn’s body was suspended at around waist height. Aqua had to tilt her head upward to look the pegasus in the face. When Final had been brought in, her expression had largely been one of shock. Aqua was quite different. Her expression was plain contempt toward the dominant pegasus that leered over her. The anger in her eyes focused on Starfruit with a focused glare, as if the unicorn hoped she could melt the domme with her gaze.

Starfruit responded with another whack of the crop, striking Aqua’s exposed breast again. Aqua yelped in pain again and pulled at her chains. The chains holding her up weren’t taut and allowed some give, but not nearly enough for the unicorn to massage her aching boobs. Her yanking made her body swing lightly from the chains, earning a laugh from the slaver pegasus. Magical commands flowed from her mind to her horn, only to be blocked by the blocker that had been strapped to it.

The unicorn cursed as best as she could with the ring holding her mouth open, which only caused more laughter. Starfruit was amused by the way Aqua’s tongue flopped around in failed attempts at speech. Blushing in embarrassment at her captor’s unwillingness to take her garbled threats seriously, Aqua proceeded to get angrier and spout more curses while Starfruit laughed even harder, creating a sadistic feedback loop. Eventually, Starfruit got bored of the comedy routine and silenced Aqua by sticking two fingers in her open mouth, pressing down on her tongue, then striking her breasts again with the crop.

“Enough,” Starfruit said sternly. “We’ve got better games to play.”

The pegasus brought removed her fingers and brought the up, gesturing towards a mare who had been standing quietly in the corner of the dungeon, Final Verse. The unicorn’s apparel was the same as yesterday, still stuck in her harness with hands at her sides, while a cock gag protruded from her muzzle. The only addition was a rigid posture collar, keeping her neck straight and facing forward at all times with little movement allowed. With a “come here” curling of the fingers, the unicorn dutifully walked towards her Mistress.

Aqua’s anger gave way to shock as she saw her former boss walk into view in front of her. Shaking in her bonds yet again, she spouted more incoherent grunts of desperation. An annoyed Starfruit shoved her fingers back into the unicorn’s mouth, this time going deeper to the back of the throat. Aqua gagged at the sudden intrusion. Starfruit removed her fingers and a trail of spittle followed, Aqua coughing more drool onto the dungeon floor.

“You know, you should be thanking Pet,” Starfruit said to the dangling mare. “She went above and beyond to convince me to give you a chance. You really squandered a good opportunity. You could’ve been in on the ground floor.”

Starfruit then chuckled. “Then again, I guess you still are, maybe just not they way you hoped. But don’t worry, Pet was the same way as you, and just look at what a good girl she turned out to be!”

Ashamed, Final refused to look Aqua in the eye. Her obedience had been secured, but Final still knew how wrong all of this was. Starfruit noticed her mother avoiding Aqua’s gaze and decided to correct the issue. She placed a hand on Final’s shoulder.

“Kneel, Pet.”

Final got down on her knees, her head level with Aqua’s. As soon as the white unicorn settled into position, Starfruit immediately grabbed the back of her mother’s head and pushed it forward. She also grabbed Aqua’s head with her other hand and did the same. The cock gag sticking out of Final’s muzzle inserted snugly into the ring gag in Aqua’s mouth. Aqua choked at the rubber sliding down her throat, an unfamiliar pressure stretching it open. Tears reflexively rose in her eyes.

“You’ll get used to it,” Starfruit said nonchalantly. “In fact…”

Starfruit grabbed a small length of chain from her domme-styled tool belt, one hand still pressing down on a writhing Aqua, who was choking swears at the pegasus. Final recognized it as a basic chain short chain that was typically used for hobbles or connecting wrist cuffs. Starfruit clipped one end of the chain onto Final’s posture collar and the other end onto Aqua’s collar. She let go of Aqua and the unicorn immediately thrusted her head backwards to remove the phallus lodged in her throat, causing her body to slightly swing backward in the chains. She managed to get a lot of the length out of her before the chain at their necks became taut and dragged Final’s head forward. The momentum pushed the cock back inside Aqua’s throat, just in time for her body to swing back towards the white unicorn and push it down even further. Aqua groaned in anger, realizing what was happening, but could do nothing as she bobbed back and forth, providing an unintentional blowjob to the rubber cock. Eventually, the swinging settled down and Aqua became still. Pulling her head back gently this time, she could get the cock about halfway out of her muzzle before the chain kept it from slipping any further.

Final couldn’t stop herself from seeing Aqua’s expression, face to face as they were with the posture collar keeping her from turning her head. The azure unicorn silently pleaded with her eyes to the fellow unicorn across from her. Final’s expression shared a similar sadness, giving Aqua the unspoken truth that neither of them were escaping their fate. Aqua’s eyes pleaded again, this time for answers. How had things gone this astray? Could they have prevented any of this?

“Get comfy with mom while I go grab something,” Starfruit giggled.

“Ulph?” Aqua’s expression shifted to shock. Mom? Did she hear that right? Final’s wide-eyed blushing gave her the answer.

Aqua could hear the clopping of two pairs of hoofsteps behind her. The rubber phallus in her throat kept her from easily turning her head. Final’s view was largely obscured by Aqua’s face, she could see what was coming on the periphery. It was a familiar-looking Toy. Toy was wearing nothing but Its standard hood and cuffs, although the cuffs weren’t attached to anything. They were mostly for show at this point. Toy would never run.

“Let’s get some endurance training going!” Starfruit exclaimed.

Before Aqua could give a muffled retort, she felt something press up against her O-ring. Something fleshy, rigid, and wet. Toy’s lubed up tool pressed up against the azure unicorn’s ass cheeks and thrusted inward robotically at Mistress’ instruction. The thrust pushed Aqua’s suspended body forward, also pushing her head back onto the fake cock sticking out of Final. When Toy pulled back, so did Aqua. Then Toy would thrust in again, repeating the cycle. Aqua was getting double-teamed by physics.

“Pet really loves this! I’ve grown fond of it myself!” Starfruit walked over to the gurgling mare. She pet the suspended unicorn’s head and wiped some of the tears away. “You’ll learn to love it, too. I'm gonna have to think of a new nickname for you.”

“ULLF! UYYUFF!” Aqua angrily shouted between thrusts.

WHAP!

“Feisty, I love it! I can’t wait to show off all the things you taught me!”

WHAP!

"I think 'Bitch' is a good name for you; you've been acting like one!"

WHAP!

Starfruit cracked the crop down onto Aqua’s ass cheek. She began performing a series of strikes, trying to match the rhythm of Toy’s thrusts. Final stood in position, not daring to move from where Mistress ordered her to stay. She could do nothing but stare into the eyes of her former coworker and friend. Aqua’s eyes burrowed into Final’s soul. Every phase of grief was flashing before her. Aqua, unintentionally, was throwing all her emotions onto the only pony in sight of her. Final did her best to remain stoic at her friend’s betrayed expressions, their eyes coming close together after each thrust from Toy. There was nothing for Final to do but silently signal to Aqua what she had to do. Give in, and it will go easier. Let yourself be pleasured, and you’ll learn to live with it.

WHAP!

Day --

“Here you go, Pet!”

Mistress Starfruit dropped the shiny object into Final’s outstretched hand. Final had been bound by a hobble at the cuff at her ankles and a chain that connected her wrist cuffs. The small length of chain had been fed through the ring in her collar, keeping her hands held up to her chest. Final looked at what Mistress had just placed in her hand. It was a key. The key to the locks holding her cuffs.

“You’ve earned this, Pet,” Mistress Starfruit warmly stated.

Final’s eyes went wide. This was it. Starfruit wielded no whip, or any sort of weapon. All Final had to do was unlock her keys and she would be free! Freedom from torture, freedom from chains, freedom from Mistress! Mistress…

Final’s elation paused as the word flashed in her mind. Mistress. Never had a word evoked such a reaction from her these past weeks. Every time she spoke it, every time she heard it, every time she thought of it, the word had caused her entire body to jolt. Her heart jumped at the name, and that excitement spread along her entire body, endorphins tickling every nerve. She thought back to her previous life, though the memories had been dulled. She could only remember vague feelings of stress, work, and repression. What had her past life, full of freedom, gotten her? Was she happy with that life? Compared to Mistress, how would freedom improve her life? What was freedom compared to happiness? Final realized that she was indeed happy. For the first time in her life, she felt right. She had never felt more alive than her time with Mistress. The word had become synonymous with “living.” With that final thought, the key clattered to the floor with a small but audible clink against the stone. It might have been a fake for all she knew; it no longer mattered. The unicorn groveled at the floor beneath her Mistress, kissing her owner’s hooves.

“Good girl…”

"Bitch," or Aqua, stubborn as ever, grunted muffled swears at the stallion assaulting her mouth. The azure unicorn lay flat on her belly, her limbs bound to posts in the bed she was on. Her head poked out just beyond the bed so Toy could get a better angle. Her mouth was held open, not by a ring gag but an even wider dental gag to ensure she could fit the entire length of Toy. Mistress had employed a familiar tactic of attaching a chain in Aqua’s collar to a waist belt that Toy currently wore, keeping the unicorn from fully removing the shaft. Each rapid thrust was occasionally accompanied by Toy’s balls slapping her chin, which Mistress found amusing.

Final was busy providing Aqua with proper anal stimulation in the form of The Minotaur attached to a strap-on harness she wore. Final caressed Aqua’s boobs while giving it to the mare doggystyle. She too, found amusement from Aqua’s whining. She was such a silly pony. Aqua enjoyed it just as much as Final did. She’d heard enough orgasmic moans over the past weeks to know that. They were both having fun, this was just Aqua’s way of showing it. Playing hard to get for Mistress’ entertainment like Final once did. She’d grow out of it at some point.

Final had effectively become the Alpha-slave of the group. Still under Mistress, but responsible for guiding the other slaves to their proper places. Aqua was currently second-in-line, by virtue of not being treated like a piece of furniture the way Toy was. Aqua, unlike Toy, still retained her name and identity as a pony. Final remembered Toy having a name but couldn’t remember what it had been. Nor did she care.

Mistress was generously pleasuring Final, currently arm deep inside her. Mistress had trained the unicorn well enough that they had regular fisting sessions together. Final felt herself cum abruptly when Mistress flexed her fist inside her. In response, Final thrusted harder into the moaning blue unicorn, determined to earn another orgasm. Mistress was good. Life was good.