Several months had past since Crust had started his trial, naturally, once the time came to choose between going back home or staying here, he chose becoming Night’s paid slave. It was wonderful, most days working were spent tending to the house, doing chores or preparing food for Night, who was now taking lessons to read braille, semi-aware of what was happening, but constant sessions under Night’s sway, as well as the constant rewards, had given him plenty of time to learn how to shut off his mind… it was surprisingly easy he just had to think back on Night’s swirling eyes and the next thing he knew he was rattling back to reality with a crashing wave of bliss from a job well done.
Crust had finished his work though and his mind had recovered enough for him to find ways to past the time in the spare bedroom. He hardly slept there, spending every night as Night’s coil warmer “I’m a good heater…” Crust mumbled a part of his mantra with a dreamy smile before shaking his head.
Crust was much happier than he could remember, he was easily able to afford things he’d always wanted and got much better quality food than the old takeaways or spare stale pizzas he’d taken from work at his old job, he really was in Night’s debt and she was so nice… she never really pushed the envelope on controlling Crust, perhaps scared he’d run away despite the fact the idea had long since been corroded by her influence.
“You should find a way to show her your thanks!” The constant whispering in his head, the part entirely enraptured with making Night happy, told him.
Crust tapped one hoof against the other “I suppose it would show I appreciate what’s she’s done… but…” Crust paused unsure what to get her and no idea was coming to mind… usually when Night wanted something she told him and he obeyed… he only had a few rules set down back when he first started…
Maybe he could get rid of one for her… after all, restricting his Mistress wasn’t fair considering all she’d done for him…
Night returned an hour or so later, having taken a carriage home to get back quicker, something she hadn’t done in a long time, but she was looking forward to wrapping up Crust again, the stress of trying to learn to read always washed away from his squirming as she squeezed him! Then Night opened the door and hummed, already eager and excited to get him in her grip.
Beside the door, where she’d left it before departing, was Crust’s summon bell and Night lifted it up giving it a single ring. The spare room door upstairs opened with some serious force and Night heard Crust rushing down, stopping in front of her and bowing, his wings opened and twitched as a gentle brush of relaxing bliss tickled his mind in reward… or at least, that’s how it had felt at first, eroded over time it was like being drowned in hypnosis for Crust’s deeply tenderised mind.
“Welcome home, Mistress.” Crust said, panting a little as Night cupped his chin with a smile “W-what can I do for you?” He asked breathlessly.
“I’m fairly hungry, mind making me something to eat?” Crust nodded and Night removed her hoof, pushing his nose, she’d gotten much better at estimating where he was over time.
Crust turned and trotted to the kitchen, collecting what he needed, he was still within range to hear Night curling up on the sofa and switching the TV on to relax “How hungry are you Mistress?” Crust asked as an idea before to twist in the back of his head.
“Starving, I could eat just about anything.” Night called back.
“Even a pony?” Crust teased and Night chuckled.
“Yes… maybe I should have gotten one from Shady Grove, you know, they’ve started a business based solely around selling ponies as food for lamias, got some magic called a soul snip to bring them back. Would be nice to digest a pony I bet! Or just eat one, been ages.” Crust paused, one hoof holding a cupboard open, the other resting on the side of a tin.
“You’d love to eat a pony?” Crust called, having to focus to not keep going as his mind screamed at him to keep making Night a meal.
“Oh, yes Crust… nothing feels better than a pony in your belly, wriggling and squirming helplessly… they always taste so good, unique flavours from each kind and each individual pony… sorry probably making you uncomfortable, ignore me.” Night said as Crust walked slowly into the living room “Done?” Night asked when she saw Crust’s heat enter, sitting up, but noticing his hooves were on the floor “Crust?” Night asked with a hint of concern.
“Would you like to eat me?” Crust asked softly and Night sighed.
“Oh dear… please don’t be made Crust, it’s time to clock out I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have rambled on right then, I wouldn’t actually eat you…” Night said, Crust obviously being overwhelmed by her talk of eating a pony and his servant mind trying to comply with her wishes.
“Why, do I not smell good?” Crust asked and Night did a double take.
“Er… Crust, are you okay?” Night asked and Crust walked slowly over, climbing onto Night’s coils and laying down, pulling them over himself.
“Very… I’m… wonderful, I’m so happy these days, I have so few troubles, not even work worries me because you just wash that away with your pretty eyes.” Crust gulped, without Night’s whispering control it was a bit harder to do this, walk into the den lucid and willingly… though he’d have been lying if he said Night’s influence was what was doing it.
“And you’re so kind… you always make sure I’m happy, you never do anything I wouldn’t like but… I know you want to do more… push further into my mind… coil tighter… everything… and you don’t because you think I might get upset and leave but… I want you to be happy too… so… so do anything, and I mean anything, Night, that you want to my mind… make a new person in my head, make me gasp with every word as invisible coils strangle me and… coil as tight as you want… I want you to be my Mistress, properly this time.” Night stared at Crust, dumbfounded, as the stallion flushed.
“I… I don’t…” Night stammered, unsure how to respond.
Crust gave a deep breath, ready to seal the deal “Today… all of today, I will do anything and everything you desire and command, won’t resist, fight, argue or protest. Your word is law and my mind and body your domain, break me down, constrict me… and then… devour me, like prey… Mistress.” Crust said bowing his head, flushing deeply.
Night remained silent for a while before asking “You sure about this Crust? Because there is a lot I want to do to you.” Her voice had an undertone of hunger… predator like and it made Crust’s heart flutter with excitement and a twinge of fear.
“Yes… anything you want-hulk!” Night’s tail flipped around Crust, spinning him around and tightly binding him up in Night’s thickest looped, gripping his throat so not a whistle of air could get down his throat.
Night lifted Crust forward towards her, lifting a hoof and brushing his cheek as he wheezed, she could feel tiny slivers of air going out his nose as Crust’s face took on a blue tinge and his eyes rolled up his head, his mind going fuzzy from lack of oxygen “Then I will take all I have longed for.” Night said softly as she finally relaxed her grip and let Crust breath in, coughing weakly.
Night shifted her tail, tensing and curled a coil under his chin and lifted his head up, looping up the side of his head to hold it in place. Night’s eyes were already swirling with their starry trance but it was different… they were moving so fast that Crust couldn’t tell where the normal spiral rings of colour were… it was like he was inside them… normally Night took his mind by easing him in, smothering him with her spell but this time… this time she was conquering his mind, bombarding and destroying every thought in her wake, like a black hole sucking out the light of the stars… Crust’s thoughts.
Crust’s mind, weak after months of servitude and unprepared, collapsed quickly under the torrential assault, pinging as he went rigid, Night pressing her tail in and making him gasp, forcing all the air from his lungs and making him wheeze, and yet still she kept up the mental attack even as Crust drooled on her tail in a wide open, senseless smile.
“Ssssssssslave!” Night hissed the word booming in Crust’s mind, crashing over the debris of his mind “You will always obey me, in or out of trance… anything I say is correct, anything I do is fine… you are a slave, I am your Mistress… your Goddess and your will is my property!” Night decreed and so it was law.
Night leaned in, her tail relinquishing a little as Crust wheezed, Night licked the side of his face, smiling as she whispered “Love you Crust, thank you.” Before she opened her mouth as wide as she could and took his head into her mouth.
The walls of Night’s mouth and throat encapsulated Crust, if not for the stars twirling in his eyes, he wouldn’t have been able to see the pulsating fleshy walls, undulating and pulsating… inviting him in to their comfortable, tight embrace… his Goddess really was perfect, inside and out! Crust sighed, Night devouring his chest and unwrapping him, letting him breathe, subconsciously making Crust associate being inside Night with comfort and safety… after all he could breathe in her when he was choking out there, so it had to be better, it just made sense!
Night flicked her head up and lifted Crust skyward, the stallion slipping down as he tucked his wings in to help him slide down faster, Night’s tongue flicking over his feathers… really, the only thing stopping Night’s crushing, undulating throat walls from dragging him down into the depths of her oesophagus was Night’s own tail, holding him back from gravity so she could enjoy his flavour filling her mouth for longer.
Crust squirmed and wriggled his hind legs “Let go, please Goddess… I want you to devour me!” Crust pleaded, his voice muffled and only barely audible from with.
Night smirked humming, deciding to humour Crust, she let go and, with a power gulp, sent him barely down, gulping quickly to keep up as his legs were sucked up and his tail followed suit. Night closing her mouth over the final strands and letting her tail take over the work. Crust was ferried along, he knew Night’s tail, he’d spent countless nights wrapped snug in them, but inside felt so much tighter. The machine-like undulations kept forcing Crust deeper, any attempts to slow were met with hard, squishy, buffering and Crust couldn’t get even the slightest bit of traction. Crust was eventually stopped by a wall, his face was squashed into it and he blinked, coated in saliva as he looked.
The door to Night’s first stomach opened and Crust was pushed inside. Night’s stomach wasn’t much bigger, pressing in, trying to close around Crust’s body kept him squashed up against the squishy walls. A liquid was dripping down, making his body tingle and feel soft, preparing him for digestion though, thankfully, it would never come, but it still felt heavenly. Crust pushed against the walls and they easily gave, encompassing his legs all around, but the moment his moved away they slithered back in to pulverise him from all sides, Crust rocking back and forth slightly.
Outside, Night was gently massaging the heated bundle of tail that contained Crust, licking her lips “Oh yes… this is going to become a regular thing, Crust… very regular…” She sighed, stretching and settling in for a nice long marathon… she could let Crust out after, oh… a day or two…