Aren't You Hungry, Dear?

Toffee Crumble sighed softly as she walked out the back door of her restaurant, finally free of her uniform. She did love her job, of course; seeing ponies all enormously tubby and equally happy filled her with a certain sense of glee. But now that she was off-shift, she could finally use the muzzle that had been chafing against her fur for the past several hours.

Toffee walked around the front of the restaurant, looking towards the alleys. "Her and her alleys, tssk tssk. She's more of a rat than a pony," She tutted softly, noticing a pile of dried vomit. Though the sight repulsed her, the unicorn did follow it, looking around for her quarry.
Then she saw it. A raggedy brown tail, poking from the bushes.
Toffee smirked. "You didn't run far enough, little pony. Now you see what happens to bad animals~" She teased, stepping over the bush and muzzling the passed out earth pony.

Toffee hummed, dragging Handen Foot on the ground by the tail as she walked all the way to the far edge of town. The other mare was completely zonked out. It made Toffee chuckle a bit, "I could use her as a yo-yo and she wouldn't wake… Too bad for her," She smirked, "Playing dead will only work once~"
Toffee yawned as she got to her house, pulling Handen inside and closing the door. She walked to her basement, grabbing a large chain, wrapping it around Handen's neck like a training lead.
"Now we'll see how sneaky you are with some extra weight holding you down," Toffee snorted, now dragging Handen up the stairs by the chain, pulling on the mare's neck.

Handen gasped for air sometime later. She heard the sound of running water. She groaned as she tried to stand up. All the heard was the jingling of chains and her own raspy breaths.
She then caught a glimpse of a familiar, large unicorn before her.
Toffee smirked smugly, "About time you woke up. You really didn't like the food, huh? I should tell Frosted; his poor ol' heart would break in two," She said with a cackle.

Handen tried to speak, but only succeeded in coughing up a large clump of… Something. A mix of mucus, dried stomach contents, and a very small bit of blood. She gurgled incomprehensively as she choked up the musings of her wrecked throat.
Toffee rolled her eyes.
"Yes, yes, make your mess. I'm sure some of us love cleaning," Toffee huffed impatiently.

After some more agonized horking, Handen finally spoke up, "What do you want with me now, you psychopath!?" She squeaked.
She was punished with a sudden yard of the chain, metal links briefly digging into her neck as she was pulled into the puddle of her body's own mess.
"You don't speak to me like that anymore, understand?" Toffee growled.
Handen coughed hard, weakly righting herself.

"From now on, you speak only when master tells you to," Toffee stated simply.
Handen stared up at her with burning eyes.
Toffee rolled her own eyes, "Don't give me that look. You're covered in mud and your own filth; I could throw you to the woods and any animal would have a field day with you," She snorted.
Handen shivered a bit, slowly sitting up, her hooves slipping slightly in the now largely mopped up puddle of mucus and bile.

Toffee smirked. "Good. Master likes a quiet servant~" She purred, stepping forward, "Now, before you do anything, you need a bath. Being as kind and generous as I am, I will bathe you this once, as you're clearly not in a state to clean yourself."
Handen shied away slightly as Toffee stepped towards her, but quietly chirped out, "Thank you."
Toffee leaned her head forward, "Thank you…?" She trailed off, raising the end of the chain in her magic threateningly.
"Thank you, master," Handen corrected weakly, some light leaving her eyes as she finished the thought.

Toffee smiled, "That's a good girl," She cooed, "Now, time for a bath~"
The chain was removed from Handen's neck, but she was hefted up and into the bathtub before she had a chance to say anything.
Handen nearly screamed as she sank into the water. It wasn't too hot; far from it, actually. But it was very soapy, and all of the scratch wounds had essentially turned it into dipping a papercut in lemon juice.

Handen gagged and coughed as she stood on her hind legs, catching her breath.
Toffee smirked, "What's the matter? Still need master's help? If you insist~" Toffee teased, shoving Handen back underwater.
Handen gargled incoherently, soapy water filling her mouth. She coughed loudly as she was lifted from the bath, panting.
Toffee shoved Handen under again; longer, this time. There was a muffled look of bloodthrist in Toffee's eyes. She wanted to see this mare suffer all the guff her managers had put her through for the cart tipping incident, tenfold.
Handen weakly coughed and sputtered as she was finally lifted from the water, horking up soapy water and more messy throat content.

Toffee panted. "Grr… Get clean!" She demanded, now shoving Handen beneath the surface with one hoof and scrubbing with the other, freeing layers of caked on dirt and mess from the earth pony's body.
Handen didn't struggle this time. She just held her breath. Once again, her body had chosen not to fight; just to endure. All she had to do was endure it. It would end eventually.
Eventually, Toffee pulled her out of the water, panting harder. The large unicorn was already winded, nostrils flared as she breathed hard.

"I-I'm sorry, master," Handen stammered weakly. She didn't even know what she was apologizing for; her brain associated this with punishment, and that she had done something wrong. All of Handen's defiance had collapsed in just a few minutes. She was no longer the chief that had lead a group of young fillies and colts through a horrific year and a half of terrible living. She was hardly even a pony anymore. Just a starving, submissive pet.

Toffee heaved. She hadn't actually expected an apology. She expected Handen to fight back more than this; to keep making her mad. And yet, now the earth pony was sorry?
Toffee's grip on Handen loosened, as she began to scrub the pony with both hooves.
Handen said nothing, ears drooping low as she permitted the unicorn to wash her without complaint.
"This isn't another trick, is it?" Toffee snarled in frustration, "You're just waiting for me to lower my guard, aren't you? So I toss you out again. No, I won't fall for it this time. I will… I'll… I'll make you…" Toffee panted hard, running out of breath.

Handen watched Toffee sympathetically. "T-take a breath, master," She advised softly.
Toffee growled. "Don't… Don't tell me what to do…" She wheezed, "Even if you…have a good idea…"
Handen went silent, as per her "master's" request.
Toffee eventually decided that Handen had been cleaned to her liking, draining the bath.
"Thank you, master," Handen said, voice hollow.
Toffee huffed softly, "Good girl. You acknowledge when master does nice things for you," She puffed, hefting Handen out of the bath and reattaching the chain around her neck.

Handen allowed herself to be dried off, and then obediently followed Toffee to the living room. Toffee rolled onto her couch, belly up. Toffee heaved.
"Now," Toffee began, "You will clean master with your tongue," She stated simply.
Handen allowed herself to be led up onto the couch by a few light yanks of the chain lead around her neck.
"Where shall I start, master?" Handen asked, sitting neatly on the couch.
"You will start with my belly… And work your way to my chest. And I want to feel your whole tongue, not just little kitten licks," Toffee huffed.

Handen complied, leaning forward and beginning to lick Toffee's grease and sweat-laden fur. Every lick made Handen want to gag, but she now more than ever feared the unicorn she was cleaning.
Toffee watched her for a long moment. Each grimace of her new slave's face should have been wonderful. She had finally caught the pony who had been a thorn in her side for so long! But yet, the way Handen so obediently performed her task felt so odd. As if she had caught the wrong pony.

"...You are Handen Foot, yes?" Toffee asked. That question was not intended for the open air.
Handen shivered slightly at her full name, "Yes, master," She replied curtly between licks.
"You toppled over 100 bits worth of food going to a client… Why?" Toffee asked, now yarding the chain frustratedly.
Handen yelped lightly, now sitting on her hooves. They were folded under her, as if she were trying to make herself even smaller.
"Speak, slave," Toffee sneered.

Handen whined a bit, but looked up. "I-I… I saw what it did to ponies. I wanted it to stop. It had nothing to do with you, master," Handen whimpered.
Toffee took a long moment. That was not the answer she expected. It was surprisingly reasonable.
Handen kept speaking, for fear of discipline. "I just… I saw how it changed ponies. It make them endlessly hungry; they couldn't stop. Their bodies wouldn't let them. And then when foals started getting involved, I… I had enough," Handen expressed, looking down and away.
Handen had forgotten the 'master' at the end, but Toffee didn't feel a dire need to correct her.

Toffee bit her lip, "But our food makes people happy," She reasoned.
"It doesn't make them happy. It forces happiness upon them," Handen said, voice now somewhat biting, "It ruins them. All they know is that eating feels good, so all they can do to feel better if they feel sad is to eat more. It's a drug," Handen expressed, tears now leaking down her face, "It's a horrible, horrible drug. One you tried pedalling to everyone."
Toffee sat in stunned silence. Put plainly like that, it did sound like a rather displeasant business model. The tears now gently leaking down Handen's somewhat sunken in face made her snap back to reality some. Toffee didn't want this, did she? She just wanted others to be happy. Their happiness was hers; it was why she so loved the happy groans and gurgles of her customers.

Handen whined as she heard the sound of the chain being lifted. It did pull her by the neck, but this time, it was onto Toffee's stomach.
Handen froze as she felt Toffee's front legs wrap around her, soft rolls of fat cushioning her from all sides.
"Shhh…" Toffee cooed gently.
Handen said nothing.

Toffee looked over at the burger on the end table. It was one she had eaten many times before; the moments of happiness it had afforded her had kept her going some days.
She unwrapped it and levitated it over not to her mouth, but to Handen's. "Eat," She ordered simply.
Handen stared at the sandwich. It wasn't as greasy as what had been forced upon her earlier. There was a decent amount of hay involved, if absolutely nothing else.
"You threw up everything we gave you earlier," Toffee said, "Master demands you eat."
Handen stared for another long moment, leaning forward and taking a cautious nibble.

It wasn't bad. The food had never been bad, really; a bit much for Handen's destroyed palatte, but it was not devoid of value in and of itself. It was warm, rich… It wasn't an apple, a mushroom, or some foraged root that ran a fifty-fifty shot at making her horribly sick.
Toffee's voice caught in her throat as she tried to speak. "Good girl," Toffee eventually stammered out, "We start with one little bite."
Handen whined a soft, "Thank you, master," As she wiped some grease from her face.

Toffee clenched her teeth. "Don't… Don't call me that," She huffed, "My name is Toffee Crumble."
Handen looked up at her confusedly.
"I don't know what game you're playing that's making me so worried about you all of a sudden," Toffee began, getting worked up, "But it's working, okay?"
Handen blinked. "I'm trying to appease you," She expressed, "So you don't hurt me."
Those words cut Toffee like a knife.
Handen's eyes squeezed shut as she heard the jingling of the chains. She gulped hard.

However, the weight around her neck was removed.
Toffee released her grip on her. "Go," Toffee whined, "Leave me alone."
Handen stared at her. "What?"
Toffee's eyes squeezed shut, "Go!" She shouted, "Go free, go run, go play, go tell the world about how Hungry Horse is terrible!"
Handen's ears pinned back.
Toffee panted hard, "Just… Leave me to wallow. I messed up," She whimpered, taking a frustrated bite of her burger.

Handen gently stepped off of her and onto the floor. The debris-ridden floor.
Handen was lost. She needed to think. So she looked at the broom in the corner of the room, walked over, picked it up, and began to clean.
Toffee frustratedly devoured her burger with reckless abandon. All of a sudden, nothing made her happy. Even food, which had comforted her for so long, now refused her the emotional high. Toffee began to sob; where she craved happiness, sadness came in its place.
Handen didn't say anything, lost in thought. She just cleaned, reflecting on her experiences. Something about cleaning put her at ease; even as she was held captive.
Toffee's ears perked up as she heard the sound of crinkling paper. Handen had carefully shoved a large ball of greasy paper in the trash bin.

"Wh… What are you doing?" Toffee asked, looking up from her hooves.
"You told me to go free and do what I wanted," Handen replied, "I… I haven't gotten to clean for someone in a long time," She explained as she continued to clean, sweeping up more greasy paper into a large pile.
"Haven't gotten to?" Toffee asked.
Handen nodded, "I love cleaning. It gives me time to think… Time I haven't had in over a year, because I've been running for my life and caring for a tribe of foals for that long," She explained.
Toffee bit her lip. She should've seen that coming. "But why are you cleaning my house? I abducted you and tried to drown you, you should hate me!" She expressed.

"You also tried to crush me to death," Handen reminded.
Toffee sighed a little, "Thank you, Handen. I almost forgot about that," She snorted, rolling her eyes.
"Think about it," Handen instructed bluntly.
Toffee paused. "What?" She asked.
"You're a very vindictive pony. So, while I clean, think about it," Handen elaborated.
Toffee wanted to discipline the earth pony right there, but paused. That was what Handen was saying, wasn't it?

Toffee listened to the sounds of cleaning. Crinkling paper, the gentle strokes of the broom.
Handen hummed softly to herself, lost in thought. She finally had a chance to reflect on everything; for that, she was almost thankful for Toffee's interdiction. Finally, Handen could just focus on something that didn't challenge her.
She yelped as her tail was lightly tugged on. "Come here for a minute," Toffee grunted.

Handen set the broom down, pacing over. Toffee's horn ignited as she lifted Handen onto her belly. Handen felt Toffee's front legs wrap around her, pulling her close.
Handen stared at her, eyes trembling.
Toffee huffed softly. "Quiet," She said.
Handen looked at her, "Wh-what are you doing?" She whispered.
Toffee grunted, "I said quiet."

Handen yipped as she was abruptly pulled into a kiss. Her eyes went wide, and her immediate reaction was to pull away. Toffee's leg slid up to block her, pinning Handen to her lips.
Handen was too tired to put forth more resistance. Her eyelids drooped, and she let out a submissive whimper.
Toffee groaned. It felt good. She loved feeling Handen's lips on hers.
Toffee finally permitted Handen a breath.
"Wh-what the heck was that!?" Handen squeaked as she pulled away.

Toffee breathed hard. She didn't answer; she only pulled Handen into another kiss. This one was sloppier, needier.
"Mmmp!" Handen squeaked.
Toffee stroked her back. She needed more. Her horn illuminated, pinning Handen in place. "Hmmmgh…~" Toffee groaned. She licked at Handen's lips, closing her eyes.
Handen whined gently. She felt gross, but was powerless to stop Toffee. She just had to let it happen.
Toffee finally permitted Handen the freedom to take a breath.
Handen panted hard. Toffee looked up at her with hungering eyes.
"T-Toffee?" Handen squeaked weakly.

Toffee whined, "It feels good…~" She purred softly, her breaths becoming soft, open-mouthed pants.
"Oh, Celestia, don't tell me you're…" Handen trailed off as she felt Toffee's hoof graze her face.
"No… No, I don't hate you," Toffee whispered, "I need you…~"
Handen squeaked at that proclamation. How could she respond to that? She tensed up. "T-Toffee, let's not ge- Eemp!" She squeaked as she was abruptly tugged into an open-mouthed kiss.

Toffee groaned, her tongue invading Handen's mouth. Toffee's eyes rolled back in pleasure; this was the happiness she desired. "Mmmngh… Hmmmph…~" She groaned hungrily.
Handen's eyes squeezed shut as she submitted to the unicorn. She just let it happen… Was it really so bad? At least she wasn't being beaten, forcefed, or otherwise.
Toffee's tongue swirled around Handen's mouth. Toffee panted gently. Every second only made her want more.
Handen managed to pull away, gasping softly. "G-gah…" Handen whined.
"On second thought… I don't want you to leave, ever," Toffee purred gently, "Don't worry… Master will take care of you~" She cooed.
Handen gulped.