A Complicated Relationship

“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.