A Complicated Relationship

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.