A Complicated Relationship

“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…”