La petite mort

It was under the pretence of holding a history lesson of King Sombra’s Crystal empire that had Fancypants let me bring along a few devices with me. I had brought a ball and chain, a slaver’s whip and a unique replica of a dark crystal.

It took a month to gain Fancy’s trust but somehow I managed it. Admittedly, it wasn't all my doing. La Petite was in actuality a certified genius. In a single day’s teaching she'd become a complete expert on any select field and master a full level. Mathematics right to high school level mastered in three days, literature had her become a high critic by the first week. The sciences (all of them) mastered within the second week. Music, art, politics, everything he threw at her she could memorise it. For all intents and purposes she was an intellectual monster, voraciously devouring knowledge like it was nothing.

And Fancy couldn't have been prouder. Giving me his highest praises he grown accustomed to separating himself from his daughter. His reason being was so that she could happily immerse herself in study, while he wasn't there to distract her. Or to put it how he saw it, distract me teaching her.

“Today’s lesson we're going to be learning about pain and pleasure.” I set the three tools before her. She looked at me and smiled.

“Yes Mr Blu- I mean Mr Know-It-All.” That’s right... all this time she’s only ever known me as a nameless blue pony. She knows my name now. She could expose me whenever she wanted.

In for a bit, in for crown. Until I'm caught I’ll enjoy her as much as life will offer her to me. I’m in far too deep to be blameless now.

“You were never taught to know the difference were you...?” That puzzled look. She really doesn't understand that there’s a difference. The knowledge might have gone in well enough, but clearly not much has actually been understood.

“Today’s lesson will be a simple... test. You will tell me if something is pleasurable or painful, as I do them to you.”

**

I didn't want to leave La Petite alone with any stallion besides Red Cross but I didn't have the choice. I would need to trust in Red’s judgement of character, because I simply cannot stay around being idle at home. I'm a stallion of social standing, my presence easily missed. If I were out of the public eye for long enough I'd end up inciting an investigation. If I wanted to assure La Petite’s safety I would need to make sure I'm not acting suspiciously enough to invite such trouble.

So here I was at the Wonderbolts Derby, idly watching pegasii fly in circles all day.

“I say old bean, I haven’t been seeing you very often as of late. Could you perhaps have fallen in with some... trouble?” Jetset, you ruthless brown nosing neophyte. I had completely forgotten how perilous politics was in high society. I had hoped to downplay myself the whole day and bring conversation about everyone else, but as ever ready with the cheap jabs, Jetset had anticipated my intent.

“In truth, I have. I decided to take a look at this Lala, you've all been referring to but I can't seem to place her. It was as if she'd vanished from the face of Equestria.” If Uppercrust was going to put myself at risk, I fully intend to counter. Plus with this subject set up I could ascertain the perverse beasts whom have been violating my child.

Come on, everypony gloat and marvel so that I can commit you all to memory.

**

“Pleasure.” I grimaced as I bit into the filly’s neck.

“And this?” I smacked her rump as hard as I could, leaving an angry red mark through her coat.

“Pleasure!” She screamed out, tears streaming in her face.

“This?” I pinched her in between my hooves.

“Pleasure.” I sighed in response.

This is boring. Dealing with her like I usually would had been beginning to bore last time. I had intended to have her fathom pain and see her face contort into suffering. But she was being... uncooperative. To her everything was pleasurable.

This either meant she was a hardcore masochist or I was not approaching this the right way. So far I've tried nearly everything, from choking, whipping, kicking, spanking and biting.

I wanted to avoid this because of how dangerous it was but it seems to be the only choice.

Despite me saying it was replica of a dark crystal used by King Sombra, this was in fact an authentic. Within held the darkness of the ancient evil king and if left unchecked it could corrupt the city into a land of darkness.

Somehow I didn't think wanting a child to feel pain would justify the royal city being demolished by dark magic. The punishment likely more severe than what had been seen in a thousand years. A scary prospect.

Wait a moment.

Fear.

I don't think Lala has ever known fear. Maybe I can be content to have her face suffer in that way.

Grabbing the crystal from the table I held the crystal up to Lala eyes, making utterly sure I don't so much as see it myself.

“Lala. I want you to look into this crystal and tell me what you see.”

“Yes master.” I focused my eyes on La Petite’s and only on her.

Her eyes visibly dilated as she looked into the crystal, her head swaying ever so slightly from side to side.

“I-I see my father. Holding me close and loving me.”

I grimaced at the conjured image. A father and daughter rutting like wild animals.

“No daddy! Don’t leave! Don’t take the happiness away...” Lala sways to the right and then faints to the side.

I drop the crystal and cover it with a cloth and move closer to the little filly.

That did it. I'm so hard right now.

“What did you see, Lala.” I slapped her lightly to wake her up. In an instant her eyes reverse from dilatation and they focused to me.

Gently I sat her up.

“Tell me.” She was sobbing and crying.

“Daddy... Father... Fancy...” She’s confused, clearly struggling with a conflict involving how she saw Fancypants.

“Daddy.” I said.

“Daddy went far far away without me and never returned. He...” Fresh tears welled up in her eyes.

“And how did that make you feel?”

“Pleasure.” What?

“H-how did the pleasure feel to you?" It couldn't be pleasure.

"It felt warm, like my heart was going to tear apart from the heat.”

“That’s what pain feels like Lala.” I said frankly. Panic flared into her eyes.

“B-But I feel happy. I...” I put a hoof to her mouth before she exploded into a panic attack.

“If you're happy then why do you have tears in your eyes? Why do you cry?”

“Tears?” I grinned. Never knew what tears were. How cute.

“Ponies cry when they are sad. You even said so yourself. Daddy was taking the happiness away.” The bit is nearly dropping. I could feel it.

“Pain, happiness, pleasure, sadness...”

**

“Lala you say? She’s old news. Get with the times Fancy, the new news is that Fleur will be gracing us once more soon.” Blueblood chimed in.

“What?” As soon as I said it I regretted it.

“So there is trouble going on at home... as I suspected.” Jetset you opportunist worm.

“If you’re not careful, your darling wife will look elsewhere and you know I'm not one to refuse a lady.” Great now with Blueblood piling on the insults, the rest of the herd will join.

“Nor I –ow-“ With her purse Uppercrust reprimands him.“Jetset!”

I sigh inwardly in relief. Jetset’s impetuous brown nosing has once again landed him to be the clique’s laughing stock.

“I jest darling, I jest.” Calming his wife, he hides the bitterness of fumbling into folly quite well or at least we all let him think so.

But playing games is the last thing on my mind now. I need to prepare for Fleur’s return.

“I think I’ll take your advice, my prince. I shall go now and prepare a welcome worthy of my beloved.”

And what a surprise I have prepared.

**

“Ow! Why are you doing this!?” Know-it-all has Lala in the corner of the room. No doors or windows were nearby for her to rush into and escape. She was trapped, completely at the mercy of his whip.

“Why? Because your pain arouses me. I want nothing more than to hold you down against your will and rape you.” Know-it-all laughed a perverse laugh, hysterical and maniacal.

“I want to taste the ambrosia of your fear and the sweet sound of your pain.” He was absolutely feral with lust. His eyes shot red and his mouth openly drooling.

“Why would you want some pony to feel this way. Pain hurts! Sadness hurts!” Lala was in tears, crying and screaming while propping herself against the wall protecting her face with her hooves.

Yes scream more. Hurt more! Let me hear your pain as I whip you until your body is covered in cuts and blood.

“Simple, because nothing makes me happier.” Lala’s eyes go wide in realisation. The tip of Know-it-All’s whip stops short of hitting Lala’s face. Suddenly Know-it-all finds himself floating and then smashing against the wall beside Lala. The impact was so hard that he felt himself indent into the solid oak. He was coughing up blood from his mouth. Turning his head to the side he could see Lala’s smile.

Nothing was more frightening in his life. He could feel fear take him so completely that his bladder was emptying on its own.

And yet, his cock had never been so hard.