Nightfire staggered from side to side as he was pulled along, his stumbling steps given direction and form from the irresistible pull of a pair of reins attached to the bridle he could feel wrapped around his head, and the bit firmly wedged in his mouth. He wasn’t sure where the solid rubber bar had come from. One moment his mouth was closed, but empty, and in the next few seconds the growing width of the bit between his molars forced his mouth open, even as some part of it held down his tongue.

The insidious piece of tack turned him from the proud pony prince of a small village, into an inarticulate animal who snorted and whinnied like some sort of pony shaped beast who was firmly under the control of his owners. Despite the constant forward pull, Nightfire twice tried to put up a resistance, biting down on the bit to lessen its effects, and locking his legs into position.

Each time the orange mare he was tethered to would continue forward, dragging him along until the pressure forced him to unclench his jaw from the bit. The pressure of the reins would pull the device up against his soft palette, and the resultant pain giving him no choice but to put one hoof in front of the other in order to reduce that inexorable pull.

The alicorn could hear Flim and Flam laughing at his antics before ordering, “Suit 248, walk behind 103. 103, take 248 to Control.”

Immediately, Nightfire could feel a change come over his body. Instead of walking with the unsteady gait of a blind pony, which he was at the moment, his legs started to move in a confident stride. Instead of relying on the tactile directions of his reins, he made a right turn for no apparent reason, and most disturbing of all, was the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he seemed to have no control over any of his limbs from the neck down.

“And let’s just get the door… “ Flam said, and Nightfire could feel the air around him change as he entered the massive building he had made it to. The footing under his hooves became more solid as well, and he could hear the door close behind him as he entered the facility.

The voices of the two ponies who had snared him faded as his body continued to walk forward on its own, leaving them behind. As he walked, the sounds of heavy machinery came to his ears, along with a hail of scents ranging from the rich earthy smell of tilled soil, to the acrid reek of decomposition.

His… guide, led his body through several twists and turns, as well as both up and down several staircases, until Nightfire was sure that even if his eyes weren’t covered by the strange material on his body he would be completely and utterly lost. The strangest thing was that though he knew for a fact there were a great many other ponies in the building, there wasn’t a single scrap of conversation to be heard. No idle chit-chat, no shouted orders, no pony commenting on why a leashed and collared pony was being led through their midst on a pair of reins.

To Nightfire, it either meant that the ponies he was passing were either bridled and bitted like he was, or that they had seen ponies bound and being led through their midst so many times it was an ordinary sight to them. Nightfire was trying to decide which possibility was more unsettling when he made a final turn to the left and came to a stop.

“Suit 248, hold position,” commanded a mare’s voice, and the sheathe around Nightfire’s body hardened to the rigidity of steel. Whoever this mare was, her words were distinct and well pronounced, but with a hard edge to them. The voice of a mare used to being in command and having her commands obeyed.

“103, disconnect from 248 and return to your duties,” continued the mare. As the sound of a closing door registered in his ears, Nightfire felt something wide and rigid close tightly around his throat.

“Suit 248, revert to normal operating mode. Magic and flight restrictions only,” commanded the mare, and for the first time since the nightmare had begun, the alicorn could see what was going on around him with surprisingly less blurriness than outside.

He was in a large room with one wall lined with various sorts of technical equipment, glowing screens, tubes of undulating matter, and workbenches, while the other held an extremely complete array of restraints, including what he could just make out as lengths of chain and rope in various thicknesses and materials, hanging beside tack ranging from simple bridles to elaborate and decorative harnesses.

Every item was in immaculate condition and showed the patina of regular use.

“Eyes front, 248,” commanded the mare from somewhere behind Nightfire, a crop floating in her orange magic tapped the underside of his chin, encouraging him to obey.

Nightfire started to comply, but as he lifted his head something rigid dug into the back of his neck, triggering an automatic attempt to buck and flee. For a few moments he fought against what felt like an immovable iron loop around his neck before his tiredness caught up with him again, forcing him to pause.

There was a whistling sound followed by a crack of thunder, and pain exploded from Nightfire’s left flank.

“When you are commanded, you obey immediately and without hesitation,” growled the mare. “Understood?”

“Uh, yes Ma’am!” Nightfire blurted out, raising his eyes as ordered and most definitely not wanting to feel that kind of pain again.

The whistling sound repeated itself and this time it was his right side that erupted with agony.

“You were not told to speak,” said the mare with the whip, her voice almost purring in his ear. She sounded almost… happy, that she’d had the chance to hurt Nightfire. “When somepony wants you to speak, they will tell you. Understood?”

Nightfire shifted nervously, unsure of what to do, until another strike of the whip landed, this time along his flank.

“Yes! YeS! I understand!” Nightfire yelled.

“Not ‘I understand’,” corrected the mare, drawing a whimper from the stallion who expected more pain from the sadistic mare. However, the anticipated blow did not land. “Say, ‘248 understands’ instead. Go ahead, say it.”

“248 understands,” Nightfire repeated, in a pleading voice.

“Good cog,” commended the mare, who proceeded to run a hoof along Nightfire’s underside, briefly hefting his encased balls and sheathe in a measuring grip. “My, you are a good looking one aren’t you?”

Nightfire decided the question was rhetorical, keeping his eyes forward even as his ears pivoted to track the mare as she moved around him, touching and stroking his body as she examined him. In spite of himself, Nightfire could feel his shaft start to loosen in its sheathe.

“That’s right 248,” the mare said, moving to where Nightfire could see her. She was a thin, almost emaciated unicorn, with a fiery scarlet and yellow mane and tail, but what dwarfed everything about her was the burning force of personality that radiated out from the mare’s light blue eyes. A burning light that bordered on madness, boring their into the alicorns’ own eyes until they threatened to consume his mind.

“Obeying feels good,” the mare continued. “DISobeying brings pain. This will be your life from now on.”

“Please, just let me go,” Nightfire pleaded, blurting everything out while he had the chance. “I won’t go to Canterlot, I won’t bother Princess Celestia. I’ll go ba—”

The crop slapped viciously against his cheeks, whipsawing his head back and forth.

“Suit 248, muzzle,” the mare ordered, and the glossy black thing around Nightfire leapt into action, binding his muzzle shut with a tight latex tube. “Correction, Suit 248, muzzle with cock gag, training protocol six.”

“Disobedience brings pain,” the mare repeated, and Nightfire felt his mouth forced open as a hard latex shaft filled his maw, pinning his tongue beneath it. “Every five minutes, the cock in your mouth will vibrate. If you do not lick and suck on it well enough, one minute later you will lose the ability to breathe. Nod if you understand.”

Nightfire nodded.

“Now normally, I’d just break you into being just another cog in the machine, but you are very pretty, so I’m going to try something a little different with you,” the mare informed him, as her horn ignited again and Nightfire could feel something going on at his throat.

“There, new protocols uploaded into your collar. It’s going to be very interesting to see how well the new communication and self-sufficiency systems work,” the mare said to herself, and in spite of everything, Nightfire couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in curiosity. “Oh, you don’t know? Here, have a look.”

The mare pulled a mirror in front of the captive stallion, and luckily either the damage hadn't been as bad as Flim and Flam had said it was, or his eyes had managed to blink away enough of the poisons from the pool to allow him to see clearly at least a few feet in front of him now.

Nightfire’s privations on his journey had melted off what excess body mass he’d had, leaving his body fit and trim. That toned and lean musculature was now covered in a skin-tight coating of gleaming black latex creating highlights that shone off the tight curves and planes of his body. What’s more, pulsing lines of blue filigree, echoing the highlights of his fur beneath the latex, served to enhance and highlight his full chest, powerful legs, and tight barrel.

Combined, the effect was that while the suit covered Nightfire from the neck down, it seemed to offer up every part of the stallion as an erotic work of art.

A work of art that was reminded to obey as the cylinder in his mouth began to vibrate

Nightfire set to work with a will, suckling on the shaft like it was the only source of nourishment while working the underside as best he could with his pinned tongue. A minute of desperate effort found the faux cock quiescent once more, and Nightfire breathed an unhampered sigh of relief.

That is until the suit began to slide up and down around his own cock.

“That’s right, ‘Obedience brings Pleasure’,” the mare reminded him, and Nightfire could hear the smile in her voice. “Hope you’re experienced…”

Something large and intrusive started forcing its way into his back door, turning the alicorn’s sound of curiosity into a sharp sound of protest, as a huge something began to breach the tight sphincter of his ass.

“Just relax,” the mare told him, feeling very confused between the growing pleasure of being rubbed off and the discomfort of his back door being forced open. “You don’t want me to have to force this in.”

Nightfire wanted to hold still. He really did, but few and far between are the individuals who could have taken something as long and wide as what was being pushed into him without protest, and in the end the only reason he wasn’t screaming out was due to the tight seal of the muzzle around his mouth.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” the mare asked, obviously not expecting an answer.

Nightfire had heard of ass play, but it generally wasn’t a thing his ponies talked about, and it definitely wasn’t something he had done himself. He wriggled his hips back and forth a bit, trying to settle the massive shaft that now occupied the normally empty space inside of him and feeling an odd tickling sensation against the back of his legs.

Which is when the trainer gag in his mouth let it be known it was time for another session.

Again, Nightfire sucked on the latex shaft in his mouth and discovered that while he couldn’t maintain the suction for long, he could repeat it, causing the fake stallionhood to slide back and forth along his tongue. After half a minute, his continued ability to breathe seemed to indicate he’d succeeded in passing the test again.

However, then the thing stuffed in his ass began to vibrate and writhe as well, dispelling any lingering soreness its entry had created.

Nightfire just stood there for several long moments trying to sort out his sudden roiling thoughts and emotions. Why were his wings starting to strain against the pockets they were in? Why was his breathing getting harder and faster? Why was this feeling so… good?

“See? Obedience brings Pleasure,” the mare repeated, her hoof rubbing back and forth over the sealed in, but expanding length of his member.

“Obey Control, and pleasure will be yours,” said the mare, walking back into his field of view. “I’m going to break you into a willing, obedient little toy.”

Nightfire snorted in denial, but even to his ears it sounded very feeble.

“As Control, I’ve personally broken over two hundred ponies into the service of FlimFlam Inc., and through them, into service to Equestria,” Control continued, reaching up to stroke Nightfire’s cheek. “Some of them were broken a little too far, and we were left with only mindless husks. Ponies who were only alive in the technical sense.”

The suit around Nightfire’s sheathe began to rub and stroke his stallionhood, drawing it from his body into a tight fitting pocket just made for it, and making it harder and harder for Nightfire to concentrate on what the mare, on what Control, was saying to him. All the while the plug in his ass continued its work, stimulating his cock at its very root and making it absolutely impossible for the stallion to calm himself.

“But with you, I’m trying a gentler approach,” Control told him, taking the time to run a hoof through the electric blue highlights of his dark mane. “Submit. Obey. And you will feel nothing but pleasure as you become 248. The pony you were will seem like an old dream, barely remembered.”

248 shifted back and forth on his hooves, trying to resist the urge to try to rise up and mount the mare beside him. The need inside of him was growing as his cock neared full extension. He wanted… something. What had it been?

“That’s it,” Control purred, an insistent hoof along his underside bringing him to full hardness. “Surrender. Submit. Obey.”

There was the click of a switch, and the metal shackle around 248’s throat released as the metal pole it was attached to sunk back into the floor. 248 instantly whirled around toward Control, eager to fuck the mare who held his reins, to fuck her, to breed with her until she was a whimpering hot mess beneath him.

However, the extra mass of his new secondary tail threw him off, and he staggered sideways for a moment. Not much of a stagger but enough to give Control a chance to react to the sudden assault.

“Suit 248, full lockdown,” Control shouted, and again the suit around Nightfire changed from flexible latex to something harder than steel, locking him in place. “Suit 248, punishment routine three, duration ten, level ten.”

Nightfire’s body erupted in searing pain as the device inside of him delivered a series of powerful shocks directly to his core. The agony flung his mind away from the pleasant drift of being 248, stallion in sexual service to Control, and back into the tired and sore body of a confused and near panicked Nightfire. On top of everything else that the pony had undergone that night, even alicorn stamina had been reduced to a frail reed and Nightfire’s eyes rolled back into his head as he fell into unconsciousness.

The stallion woke to Control whispering in his ears.

“Your name is 248. You obey Control,” came the insidious, unstoppable whisper. “Obedience is good. Obedience is pleasure. Obedient ponies are happy ponies.”

The voice was quiet enough not to be overwhelming, but loud enough to be a constant presence, flavouring his every thought. One of the largest of which was that he was incredibly hungry and thirsty, but despite that, the mantra repeating in his ears began to penetrate his mind.

“Your name is 248. You obey Control. Obedience is good. Obedience is pleasure. Obedient ponies are happy ponies.”

Oddly enough, one thing the stallion wasn’t feeling was a need to void his bowels or his bladder, though a shifting of his hips told him that whatever had been shoved into his ass was still present, and a glance over his shoulder told him it also had some sort of large fake tail extending out from it to merge with his own.

“Your name is 248. You obey Control. Obedience is good. Obedience is pleasure. Obedient ponies are happy ponies.”

The door opened, letting in Control and the sound of noise and machinery along with her. A moment later and the room was relatively quiet again.

“Ah, the relay tail is working perfectly, and according to its telemetry, with the effluent toxins purged from your body your alicorn biology has already nearly healed your eyes overnight. Which might explain a few things about Luna,” Control mused, before suddenly grabbing Nightfire’s head in her magic and forcing him to look directly at her. “NEVER disobey Control. Is that understood?”

Nightfire nodded emphatically, caught totally off-guard.

“Your name is 248. You obey Control. Obedience is good. Obedience is pleasure. Obedient ponies are happy ponies.”

Nightfire shook his head for a moment in annoyance. He was Nightfire, not 248, no matter what Control told him.

“Obedient ponies are happy ponies,” Control repeated, wheeling a mechanism up to him with a realistic looking latex phallus sticking out of it. “Considering how thin you are, you’re probably pretty hungry and/or thirsty. Go ahead.”

Nightfire looked at Control in confusion. He wasn’t supposed to suck on the cock was he, and even if he was, how was he supposed to move with this steel coating holding him in place?

“Suit 248, release walking restriction, remove muzzle,” Control commanded, and the suit returned to its normal flexible self.

“Your name is 248. You obey Control. Obedience is good. Obedience is pleasure. Obedient ponies are happy ponies.”

“Go ahead, 248. Hurry up and eat,” Control ordered again, adding in a menacing tone “You aren’t going to try to disobey again, are you?”

Nightfire shook his head vehemently before gingerly stepping forward and letting just the tip of the false organ into his mouth. A few droplets of something incredibly sweet dripped onto his tongue and a moment later the stallion drove his mouth forward, sucking as hard as he could in an attempt to satisfy his body's sudden demand for nourishment.

As if some sort of trigger had been activated, straps whipped out from the sides of the device, wrapping around the back of his head and pulling it forward, driving the feeding cock all the way along his tongue to lodge into the back of his throat. At the same moment, his tail plug came to life, sliding back and forth in his tight rear passage.

“Relax 248,” Control advised Nightfire, as he struggled to free himself. “Obey Control.”

Nightfire forced himself to stop struggling while fighting back his gag reflex at the same time. As the muscles of his throat began to relax, a pulse of something sweet gushed out of the cock and almost directly into his stomach. Another moment and the plug in his rear started moving back and forth as the latex around his own cock and balls began to stroke along his flesh.

“Your name is 248. You obey Control. Obedience is good. Obedience is pleasure. Obedient ponies are happy ponies.”

Another pulse of food hit the back of his throat, in time with the plug in his ass sliding back and his sheathe receiving another gliding stroke. A semi-swallow later and the tail plug drove forward again, triggering a repetition of the cycle. A small bit of food would eject from the cock in his mouth, while the one in his ass plowed deeper, then pull back to encourage him to gulp and force his the substance down, all the while his suit stroked his own member into rock hard attention.

I’m being fucked at both ends, the stallion thought to himself, his mind clouding with sexual pleasure alongside the pleasure of a filling belly. Fucked and fed, fed and fucked.

“Your name is 248. You obey Control. Obedience is good. Obedience is pleasure. Obedient ponies are happy ponies.”

All too soon, or too late, depending on the perspective, the feeding stopped and 248 was released from the mechanism as the encircling straps released their hold on his head.

“Ahhh,” the stallion gasped, as his mouth was allowed to be empty for the first time in hours.

“Suit 248, discontinue reward protocol,” Control commanded. “Begin edging program in ten minutes, begin leash protocol, standard distances.”

“W-what are you doing to me?” 248 begged, managing to summon up the will to ask through the fog that was filling his mind. “Why are you —”

“Suit 248, standard muzzle and bridle,” Control shot out, frowning slightly before her face shifted to a more neutral look. “Normally you would be on the floor right now, screaming in pain, but as I said, we’re trying for something a little different for you, 248.”

248 visibly cringed away from the yellow and red maned mare at the thought of another lightning bolt going off inside of his rear, barely even noticing his mouth being clamped shut again as the straps of a basic bridle manifested themselves on his head.

“Stay right where you are, 248,” Control ordered. “You are on leash protocol right now. If you approach closer than half a body length or move more than three body lengths from me, you will be punished. If you use any personal pronoun instead of ‘248’ when speaking, which will be rare, you will be punished. Nod if you understand.”

248 nodded.

“Good. Now to answer your questions. You are being broken into an obedient, biddable stud pony who will fuck anything I or my bosses tell you to, to the best of your ability. Which by the time I’m done training you, will be substantial,” Control informed 248, with a broad, possessive smile. “As for the why. You are a tool. A wise pony once said, ‘Give me a lever big enough, and I can move Equestria,’ and you are going to be the lever that moves a very stubborn part of Equestria named 'Luna'.”

“Your name is 248. You obey Control. Obedience is good. Obedience is pleasure. Obedient ponies are happy ponies.”

“Now, let’s begin,” Control stated, clipping a lead to his bridle with her magic. “Stand up and begin walking around me in a circle. Let the leash guide you.”

248 did as he was bid. It took him a few tries to get it right, but eventually he was orbiting around Control in clean circles. He was doing quite well, but then his suit began to stroke and rub at him again, causing him to stumble.

“Keep moving, 248,” Control commanded, a tingling sensation in 248’s ass warning him he was veering close to punishment. With a surge of competence 248 smoothed out his gait and the curve of his path around Control.

“Good 248,” Control praised. “Keep walking, keep obeying. It feels good to obey, doesn’t it?”

Unable to speak, 248 managed a nicker in response.

The stroking and rubbing continued, and 248 felt his mind beginning to float again on wave after wave of endorphins. The pleasure kept building, and walking started to become difficult as his entire shaft dropped out of its sheathe into the waiting embrace of the latex coating around his body. Things were just getting to the point where 248 was going to have to stop to deal with the fleshy log beneath his belly, when all the stimulation came to a stop, leaving him with a hollow, empty feeling.

“Keep obeying 248, and you’ll be rewarded again,” Control advised him.

“Your name is 248. You obey Control. Obedience is good. Obedience is pleasure. Obedient ponies are happy ponies.”

248 kept obeying, and over the course of the day 248 kept being rewarded, but never quite enough to allow his erections to reach their natural conclusion. All the while the inner voice of the alicorn stallion named “Nightfire” kept getting quieter and quieter, as it was slowly drowned under the repeating mantra reminding him of his need to obey. It wasn’t until several hours later and 248’s second feeding of the day, that the voice managed to return.

“Now then, my fine Lever, what is your name?” Control asked, her tension on his lead bringing his head in line with her own as his muzzle melted away into the rest of his suit.

“Name?” the stallion asked, having to think for a moment as both “248” and “Nightfire” fought for a place on his tongue. At the end though, it was his fear of being punished that made him answer with, “248”

The stallion shrieked in agony as what felt like a million volts tore through his very core, ripping his thoughts into flimsy cobwebs. For what seemed an eternity bolt after bolt of shocking punishment lit up his every nerve with unceasing, unendurable pain.

“Do you know why I punished you?” Control asked, some undeterminable time later to the pony now lying on the floor.

The re-muzzled and now closely hobbled pony shook his head from where he lay, panting for air through his nose.

“Because you lied to me just now,” Control explained, stroking the side of 248’s face with a strange gentleness. “You’re wearing a suit made up of a thousand thousand tiny magical machines made out of latex. Now that they’ve merged with your nervous system, they know everything that is going on with your body, and they send me that information through the transmitter in your new tail. Things like the small physical signs that a pony is saying something that they don’t believe is true.”

248 made a sound something between a wail and a groan as he realized just how literal the name “Control” was.

“The suit does much more than just that, as that poor Sparkle mare who invented it found out, but the important thing is this,” continued the Control. “We are going to repeat this every day, until you tell me that your name is ‘248’ and you believe it. Don’t worry though, because you are going to believe it. You’re already most of the way there.”

“Your name is 248. You obey Control. Obedience is good. Obedience is pleasure. Obedient ponies are happy ponies,” sounded in his ears yet again, and 248 realized in that moment that no matter what he did, he was going to be under Control.

Author's Note

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