A Complicated Relationship

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.