A Silver Sky: Four Little Ponies

--Chapter 17: Collar--

“Come here, puppy!”

On her seventh day with the Dream family, Sweetie Belle lay on the floor in the corner of the massive bedroom the three Dream siblings shared. In front of her were two bowls: one filled with water, the other empty. The first bowl never ran dry; another bit of Dream magic, no doubt. The second was filled twice each day, in the early afternoon and evening.

She had not wanted to use the second bowl at first.

The first day she had been there, it had contained dog food. Sweetie had refused to eat it, silently shaking her head. To Sweetie's surprise, Indigo did not insist.

“Fine, puppy,” Indigo had said, patting Sweetie on the head gently. “You don’t have to eat if you don’t want to.”

Sweetie spent the rest of the day with her collar chained to a metal peg on the wall. For hours and hours, no one entered the room, and the chain was so short that she could only walk a few hooves in any direction.

By the time the sun set, it had become clear that no other food would be offered to her. Still, Sweetie remained resolute.

It was not until late in the evening that the Dream children had entered their room, with Indigo leading the way. The foals trotted inside in single file, then froze when they saw Sweetie Belle.

“Mommy! You got us a PET!” Shamrock squealed happily. Indigo smiled at her daughter and ruffled her mane.

“Well, I promised, didn’t I?” Indigo replied. “Come here, my little flower.”

Shamrock kissed her mother deeply on the lips. To Sweetie’s shock, the kiss continued far longer than she expected, and the two ponies were soon breathing loudly as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.

Sweetie knew all about the Dream family and their sexual habits. She’d been to enough Gatherings to see them firsthand. But Gatherings were events of pure debauchery, where sex was almost omnipresent. Seeing mother and daughter acting this way in their own home, and with such eagerness, was something else entirely.

Sweetie Belle shuddered.

“Oh, that was lovely, mommy,” Shamrock said. “How long until I can kiss little Dewdrop like that?"

“Patience, dear heart! Your daughter’s only five weeks old!” Indigo said. “You can’t rush these things. I’ll let you know when the time is right, but it won’t be for several years.”

She has a daughter? Sweetie thought. She can’t be older than fourteen! What’s wrong with these ponies?

“Oh, I know, mom, I’m just impatient,” Shamrock said.

“Well, in the meantime, dearest, why not enjoy your new puppy? No need to restrain yourself with her.”

Shamrock giggled, and the three foals ran toward Sweetie Belle.

“Have fun, you three. Try not to break her,” Indigo said as she walked out of the room.

That night, the Dream children threw a “welcome party” for their new pet. Each of them magically held her down and took turns having their way with her, while the others watched on. Shamrock started things off by forcing as much of her hoof into Sweetie’s cunt as she could. Unable to scream, Sweetie thrashed about, but this only made her invisible restraints tighter. It seemed that this was Shamrock’s intent: to show Sweetie that there was no means of escape.

Vermillion was next. The young colt laughed as he entered Sweetie’s asshole, fucking her while his two sisters cheered him on. Unlike Shamrock, who had spoken to Sweetie in melodic, condescending tones (it seemed she took after her mother) Vermillion had been more loud, and viciously sarcastic.

“You’re being a little rough there, Vermillion,” Shamrock had said at one point. “I don’t think the puppy wants you to fuck her so hard. Did you get her consent?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Vermillion replied. “House pets can’t give consent.”

Sweetie had hoped that Indigo’s pet routine had been a joke, or a momentary game. But it seemed as though the Dream children really had been promised a pet unicorn, and they intended to treat her as one. By the time Vermillion ejaculated in Sweetie’s ass, the little filly was crying silently.

“She’s all yours, Periwinkle,” Shamrock said, leaving Sweetie at the mercy of the youngest Dream sibling. She looked to be about a year younger than Sweetie Belle, and her coat was a soft blue color.

Periwinkle Dream crawled to where Sweetie was lying on the giant bed the three siblings shared.

“Hi there, puppy,” she said, smiling. “Get on your back for me, okay?”

With a resigned expression on her face, Sweetie complied.

“There you go. Poor little puppy, they were so mean to you,” Periwinkle said, gently stroking Sweetie Belle’s mane. Behind her, the two older siblings were lying in bed together, with content expressions on their faces.

“It’s okay, I know how to treat a puppy,” said Periwinkle, gently stroking Sweetie’s mane. “Spread your legs for me.”

Sweetie did as she was told, unsure of what direction Periwinkle was going to take things. To her surprise, the filly gave Sweetie a tender kiss on the lips, then began moving downward, planting kisses as she went, until she reached Sweetie’s cunt.

“Awww, you’re not very wet,” she said. “Shamrock! You shouldn’t be hoof-fucking her when she’s this dry! You’ll hurt the pretty puppy.”

Shamrock blew a raspberry in her sister’s direction, and Periwinkle responded with a sharp “hmph!”

“Well, that’s fine,” the younger Dream filly said. “I’m sure I can get you nice and wet.” With that, Periwinkle ran her tongue slowly over Sweetie’s cunt lips, causing the filly to shudder.

“It’s okay, puppy. I just want you to feel good. I’m not old enough to have a baby like my sister does, so I’ll be your mommy, okay? This is what my mommy does for me when I’m feeling sad…”

Periwinkle was exceptionally gentle as she parted Sweetie’s lips with her hoof, and began licking the area around her clit, never touching it directly.

Involuntarily, Sweetie found herself grabbing the back of Periwinkle’s head with one of her front hooves, and pushing her face into her cunt.

“Oooh, does puppy like?” Periwinkle said. "You’re so much wetter already…” She moved downward slightly, sticking her tongue inside Sweetie’s hole.

It had been a long time since someone had eaten Sweetie out like this. She was ashamed to admit it, but it reminded her of her sister. There were times when Rarity would put away her tools of domination and pain, and simply make love to Sweetie with her tongue, focusing entirely on the filly’s pleasure, never asking for anything in return. Sweetie always felt intensely ashamed of how much she enjoyed these sessions. Yet she never wanted them to end.

“Peri, you wimp,” Vermillion said. “That’s not how you break in a puppy.”

“She’s my puppy, too, and you said it was my turn to play with her,” Periwinkle said, raising her head away from Sweetie’s crotch.

“Come on, Verm, you know how she is,” Shamrock said. “She just wants an excuse to taste a new pussy.”

“I do not!” Periwinkle replied, “But this one is really good. I think she likes me!”

She rose from her position and looked Sweetie in the eye.

“You like me, don’t you, puppy? And you want me to keep going, right?”

Sweetie’s every rational thought was telling her not to respond. Nice or not, the Dream children were her enemies. She shouldn’t give them anything.

But Periwinkle’s tongue felt so good, and it had been so long since Sweetie had enjoyed sharing her body with another pony.

Just this once, she thought. I won’t let them take it. I will give it. I'll let them know I'm consenting, that it's my choice to cooperate.

Just so long as they don't realize how badly I need this...

Sweetie Belle nodded.

“Awww, I love you too, puppy!” Periwinkle said. “Here, taste yourself.”

Periwinkle crawled on top of Sweetie and began kissing her on the mouth, sticking her tongue in as far as she could. Sweetie was surprised by how much of her own intensely pungent juices seemed to be on Periwinkle’s tongue.

Periwinkle broke the kiss, then moved back down to Sweetie’s cunt. This time, though, she moved further down, raising Sweetie’s haunches slightly off the bed with her hooves, while telekinetically moving her tail out of the way.

“My brother made an awful mess down here,” Periwinkle said. “I’m gonna get you all cleaned up.”

Sweetie’s eyes opened wide as she felt Periwinkle’s soft tongue enter her asshole.

Periwinkle moaned as she licked as deeply inside Sweetie as she could, scooping out her brother’s fresh cum and swallowing it. As she did, she shook her hips in the direction of her siblings. Her signal was clear.

Moments later, Sweetie watched as Vermillion mounted his little sister and began fucking her cunt, even as Periwinkle swallowed the last of his cum.

“Aaah! Puppy, have you ever eaten cum this way? It tastes so warm…oh, Verm, go faster!”

Vermillion complied, thrusting zealously into his sister while Shamrock lay back, watching the obscene display and rubbing her cunt.

Periwinkle returned her attention to Sweetie Belle’s cunt, but now Vermillion was the one in control, and his thrusts pushed his sister’s face against Sweetie’s cunt, driving her tongue ever deeper inside.

Sweetie felt Periwinkle’s tongue inside her, and loved the way it lapped up everyone around it, hungrily devouring Sweetie’s juices. Sweetie’s clit was throbbing, but she had no way to ask Periwinkle to give it attention.

Luckily, the experienced foal noticed it herself before too long. As her brother increased his pace, she began softly teasing Sweetie’s button with soft kisses and indirect licks, until, finally, she wrapped what she could of her lips around it, and began to suck.

Sweetie Belle started to shake. Though she could not cry out, it was clear to all three Dreams that she was coming.

“That’s it, slut, right in my sister’s mouth…” Vermillion said.

Periwinkle lapped up every drop of Sweetie's climax, then happily planted a kiss right on Sweetie Belle's clit.

“Oh, puppy, you tasted so good!” Periwinkle said as she raised her head up above Sweetie’s crotch. “Now you just lie back and watch.”

Dazed but strangely content, Sweetie watched as the two siblings coupled. Vermillion kept shouting out mild insults while Periwinkle responded mostly with moans and requests for him to go faster.

“Come inside me, Verm! Knock me up!” Periwinkle cried when it was clear her brother was close. As if on cue,Vermillion cried out, filling his sister’s cunt with his seed.

“I don’t know why you always say that,” Shamrock said. “You’re both too young to make a baby. And anyway, you know the rules about inbreeding. If you had a foal together, Mom would just make you give it to the Gallery.”

“Yeah, but saying it makes Verm come every time,” Periwinkle said as her brother pulled out of her, leaving a string of semen connecting the two siblings. “You think you’re sooooo special just because you had a baby. Well, mom says it’s a Dream’s duty to increase the ranks of the family, so I’m going to get pregnant soon, too! And I’ll have twins! And I’ll be a better mommy than you! And I don’t care who the daddy is! So there!”

Sweetie heard all of this, but it barely registered. Her eyes were closed, and she was oblivious to the world around her, lost somewhere between shame and satisfaction.

“Anyway,” said Periwinkle. “I won the bet, so I get to be the puppy’s master until mom takes her to the party on Sunday.”

Party? What party? Sweetie lifted up her head, a curious expression on her face.

“Oh, didn’t you know?” Periwinkle said to Sweetie Belle. “We made a bet to see who could make you come first. I told these two that being nice would work better than being mean, but do they listen? Noooo, they think they know it all. Well, I got the puppy off and you didn’t, so nuts to you both!”

“Whatever,” Vermillion said. “I didn’t care about the bet anyway.”

“I just figured she’d respond better to abuse. It’s what she’s used to,” Shamrock said, shrugging. “Go ahead, then. Enjoy your pet.”

Periwinkle beamed, and then hopped off the bed. “Puppy!” she said in a sharp voice. “Follow me!”

Sweetie Belle, still basking in her afterglow, was slow to respond.

Periwinkle’s happy expression vanished when she saw her command was not being given immediate attention. She walked up to Sweetie and slapped her in the face.

Sweetie brought her hoof to her cheek, and looked up at Periwinkle with an expression of shock.

“Bad puppy! I said FOLLOW!” Periwinkle said. Sweetie Belle understood. She reluctantly got off the bed and followed her mistress to the food dish.

Why do I keep making the same mistake? Sweetie thought. Why do I keep trusting ponies who just want to abuse me?

She tried not to think about how familiar this feeling of betrayal was.

“You haven’t eaten today,” Periwinkle said. “That’s against the rules! Puppies need to eat to keep their strength up. Now eat your dog food. If you finish it all, then we might be able to get you some regular food in a few days. Some nice hay, some oats, maybe a flower or two. Would puppy like that?”

Sweetie nodded.

“Good. Then eat up. I want your bowl spotless!”

Sweetie looked down at the bowl of wet dog food. She took a sniff, recoiled, and looked up at Periwinkle with a pleading expression.

“Awww, you really don’t want it, do you?” Periwinkle said, stroking Sweetie’s mane. “Well, TOO BAD!”

With that, she placed both forehooves on top of Sweetie’s head and pushed her face violently downward into the bowl.

“I said eat it!” Periwinkle said. “You eat every fucking bit until you like it! Bad puppy! Stupid puppy!”

Sweetie tried to fight back, but Periwinkle was either significantly stronger than her, or she was keeping Sweetie in place magically. Either way, she had no choice.

Sweetie tried her best not to cry as she began choking down the dog food.

“That’s better,” said Periwinkle, hooking Sweetie’s chain back to her collar so she was once again attached to the wall. “I was going to play with you again, but just for that, you can sit there tonight in the corner, all alone. You can watch us play, but don’t even think about touching yourself, you dumb dog.”

Periwinkle kept Sweetie's face down until she had consumed most of the food. Then she let go of her pet’s head and skipped happily over to the bed.

“Oh, you’re mean!” Shamrock said with a laugh. “Even I wouldn’t have shoved her face in it.”

“That’s why you’ll never be as good a mommy as me,” Periwinkle said. “You have to be strict with little ones or they’ll never learn.”

“Keep talking like that and there won’t be any milk for you tonight,” Shamrock said.

Periwinkle suddenly looked contrite. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you. I just wanted to enjoy winning for once…” she said. “Come on, please? I can’t fall asleep without it anymore…”

“I don’t know…” Shamrock said, spreading her legs and squeezing one of her engorged teats so a little milk spurted out. “This milk is really for Dewdrop, after all…”

“But she always leaves leftovers! Quit being selfish!” Periwinkle said. “GIMMIE!”

With that, she lunged at her sister and latched on to one of her nipples. Shamrock squealed in surprise.

“You greedy little bitch! Always gotta have something in your mouth, don’t you? I’d kick you off me if you weren’t so good at sucking my teats dry," Shamrock said. "Oooh, just like that. Nurse from big sister.”

“You keep that up and Dewdrop’s not going to have any supper,” Vermillion said.

“Whatever," Shamrock replied. "The nannies have a cupboard full of formula. Ah! Yeah, just like that, Periwinkle. Rub my clit while you suck me…”

Sweetie Belle watched as Periwinkle drank her fill of her sister’s milk, then almost immediately began to fellate her brother. Despite his insistence that he was “all used up,” she refused to let him go until he had his third orgasm of the night. Sweetie Belle sat in the corner and watched it all, the disgusting taste of dog food still lingering in her mouth.

Seven long days passed in that castle, and Sweetie soon learned that her only option was to remain obedient and docile. Periwinkle had made good on her promise, and each day there was progressively more normal food in her bowl, though it was still mixed in with her dog food.

By the third day, Sweetie Belle had settled into something approaching a routine. During the day, she remained chained up. Food was served precisely at noon, and then again at six. Every few hours a servant would come to take her outside. The first time, she didn’t understand why she was standing in the yard with a butler holding her leash. It wasn’t until the second trip, when she badly needed to use the bathroom, that she understood.

The pony in charge of taking her outside always looked away when Sweetie defecated on the grass. She was thankful for that.

Once a day, Indigo herself would appear in the room and take Sweetie Belle for “walks.” These were actually something else entirely: Sweetie Belle would be led to the servants’ quarters, where a staff member who had done an exceptional job the day before would be awarded an hour alone with her.

After two of these “walks,” Sweetie noted mentally that the Dreams seemed to only employ servants who were willing to perform sexual acts on a foal. Considering the way the siblings acted, this made sense.

In the evening, the siblings would return from their studies, always walking into their room single-file, always excited to play with their “puppy” again. Periwinkle took the lead, and always seemed to have something new planned for Sweetie each night. On the fourth night, she told Sweetie to “stay,” forcing her to remain perfectly still while her siblings took turns fucking her. Any independent movement on Sweetie’s part was punished with a riding crop to her flank. Sweetie inadvertently violated this rule nearly a dozen times, yet at the end of the session, Periwinkle seemed pleased, and even promised Sweetie a “special treat” for dinner the next evening. “And no dog food,” she added.

On the fifth night, Periwinkle presented Sweetie with a bowl of oats, which were barely visible through the white liquid they were covered in.

“I had every male servant add a little something extra to the recipe,” Periwinkle said, grinning. “Oh, and I almost forgot the secret ingredient!”

The three Dream siblings then took turns walking up to the bowl and urinating into it, while Periwinkle laughed. When they were done, the bowl was nearly overflowing. It seemed as though the Dreams had been holding back from using the bathroom all day. Sweetie recoiled at the smell coming from the bowl. Her oats were now floating in a disgusting white and yellow mixture.

“Maybe next time you’ll follow my commands better, eh, puppy? Eat up!”

It took the better part of an hour, but Sweetie managed to finish her meal without throwing up.

The next day, Periwinkle presented Sweetie with a bowl of oats and hay, topped with a chopped-up daisy. Sweetie looked up at the filly pensively. What had she done to this batch?

"Eat," Periwinkle said curtly.

Sweetie trembled as she leaned down and took the first bite into her mouth.

It tasted good.

There was nothing unusual about it. Just a normal, simple meal, consisting of the most basic staples of the pony diet. Sweetie had never tasted anything better in her life. She gobbled down the food at lightning speed.

"Awww, puppy liked that, didn't she?" said Periwinkle, patting Sweetie on the head. "You know, I was sure you'd fight us when we gave you last night's meal, but you finished every bite. See? Isn't it nicer when you obey your owners?"

Sweetie shuffled her hooves. She didn't want to give Periwinkle the satisfaction.

"Puppy," Periwinkle said, her voice suddenly growing more harsh. "Isn't it nicer?"

Sweetie nodded. A part of her didn't really want to. It had happened almost automatically.

"Good slut," said Periwinkle. "Now come to bed. I think my big sis is feeling frisky tonight!"

Sweetie looked at the bed. Shamrock grinned at her as she levitated a double-ended dildo and waved it in Sweetie's direction.

"You should be grateful, puppy," Periwinkle said. "My mom used to say that unicorns who can't do magic are totally useless. Guess we proved her wrong, huh?"

By the start of the seventh day, Sweetie Belle was anticipating commands almost before they were made. She almost reflexively knew when feeding time was, when it was time for her walk, and how to most quickly bring each of the foals to orgasm.

She knew what she was turning into. But she had no idea how to stop it.

It was around three o’clock on the seventh day when Indigo entered the room. She was a bit early for their walk, but Sweetie knew what was expected of her. She got to her hooves, silently hoping that her partner today wouldn’t be as rough as the previous one.

“There won’t be any walk today, Sweetie Belle,” Indigo said. “We’re paying a visit to Fancy’s place.”

Sweetie winced. The last thing she wanted was to see Fancypants again.

“Oh, don’t worry, little daffodil, he’s not the one who requested your presence,” Indigo said, detaching Sweetie’s metal chain. “You won't need to act like a pet tonight. In fact…”

Indigo’s horn flashed with light, as Sweetie felt a strange warmth in her throat.

“Speak, puppy,” Indigo said.

“Aaah!” Sweetie cried. It was the first sound she had uttered in a week. “My voice! Oh my gosh, my voice!”

“Thank you so much! Without my voice, I just felt so…so hollow!” Sweetie said. “Everyone always said I had a pretty voice. My sister once said she thought singing might be my special talent, and-“

“Ah, yes, your sister. Funny you should mention her,” Indigo said. “You see, Sweetie Belle, tonight is going to be quite the occasion. In fact, we’re not even going to need your leash tonight. Especially since the sleeping spell I just cast on you should be kicking in any second now.”

“Sleeping spell?” Sweetie said. She suddenly felt terrible drowsy. “Why…would you need to do…that?”

“Because if you were conscious, you’d probably make a spectacle of yourself. Fight me every step of the way as we traveled to Fancy’s mansion. Because I don’t want to lie to you about what’s going to happen tonight. It’s important you’re there to see it, after all. You need to fully realize that your old life is over.”

“Whaddayou…mean?” Sweetie said, as she collapsed on the floor.

Though she could no longer move, somewhere at the fringes of her consciousness, Sweetie heard Indigo Dream’s response.

“Yes, this is a very special evening indeed,” Indigo said. “Tonight, you’re going to watch your sister die.”

[NEXT: Preparations: Twist/Luna/Silver/Twilight/Rarity/Diamond]