Rainbow Dash: Reluctant Recalcitrance
(All characters in this piece are above the age of 21)
(This story is a fan work and not part of FoE canon)
Rainbow Dash didn’t mean to be a bad mare. She just was.
It wasn’t that things weren’t pleasant for her. Indeed, in some ways she had it better now than before The Fall. She didn’t have to work, she didn’t have any real responsibilities, and other than the ire of her master Soarin, she had nothing to work about. Even taking the fall into account, she had things better than most mares. Her cage was large enough for her to lay down in, the straw was changed regularly, and Soarin even let her read the new Daring Do books. He often stated he was a big lover of irony, and the fact that a formerly illiterate mare was now one of the few in town who could still read seemed to delight him.
Rainbow Dash was thumbing through one as she waited for Soarin to return, the well-worn pages sending the vague smell of old pussy juice wafting through her nostrils. Daring Do was learning to submit in these new volumes, her mind and body slowly being broken by a long series of monsters and enemies who turned her from daring adventurer to meek and submissive slut. Rainbow Dash would never admit it, but she preferred these to the original. There was something surprisingly satisfying in seeing Daring Do be broken like that, and on some level, Rainbow Dash aspired to that level of submission. It would certainly make life easier -- Twilight seemed to genuinely enjoy her new status, even if Rainbow Dash remained skeptical about the complete superiority of stallions over mares.
“Daring Do moaned as the massive gryphon pushed his length into her.” Rainbow Dash could not help but read out loud, holding the book in one hand as her other moved gently between her thighs. A heavy steel chastity belt kept her from genuinely pleasuring herself, but she could still caress her softer zones. She squeezed and tugged on her nipples, biting her lip as the book’s words continued to excite her. “‘Fuck me harder’! she said. ‘Fuck me like the worthless mare cunt I am!’”
“Maybe later, when I feel like raping a chicken.” Soarin grinned, putting his hand on the cage. “You know, the rest of the Wondersluts got on board eventually. Even your old friend Spitfire is slowly learning that she is a worthless cunt who deserves only to be fucked. Why can’t you get with the program, especially when you so clearly want a stallions cock up your cunt?”
“Fuck you!” Rainbow Dash grabbed the bars of her cage, rattling them in a vain attempt to break loose and make a grab at Soarin. Before the fall, she had admired Soarin -- lusted after him, even. He was big and strong and handsome and even after The Fall, he took good care of his mares, allowing them to continue their love of performing in a new and more appropriate manner. But Soarin had also been the one who had held her down when they plucked her wings, and the one who most steadfastly kept Rainbow Dash from ever taking to the air, even as a passenger. Rainbow Dash could barely live without flying, and she could never forgive Soarin for clipping her wings. “You let me out of this cage and we’ll see which one of us is a chicken!”
“You know, maybe I should just have those wings amputated.” Soarin shoved two bowls, one of mare kibble and one of stale water, through a slot on the side of the cage. “Apparently clipping them wasn’t enough to get you to understand what you are now -- a worthless, grounded slut, whose only job is to suck my cock.
Rainbow Dash winced, trying to hide her fear. Beatings, chastity belts, starvation and dehydration only strengthened her will to rebel, to break free and seek the freedom she had been so long denied. A fear of losing her wings though -- of having the possibility of flight someday removed, this is what kept her up at night. She had seen several pegasi thus mutilated, and the huge scars on their back sent shivers of fear up her spine. True, these mares had volunteered to lose their wings, being over-eager red collars desperate to prove their loyalty in the most extreme fashion. But there was no law against permanently de-winging a black-collared mare, especially if it was likely to keep her from rebelling or trying to escape. It was the one threat that Soarin could actually make against Rainbow Dash, and he made sure she knew he could have it done to her at any time.
“Now what do we say when our master gives us fresh food and kibble?”
“Thank you, Master.” Her words were dripping with sarcasm, but she was too hungry and thirsty to put up much more resistance. She dug in with both hands, grabbing at the kibble and shoving it into her mouth. It was disgusting as always -- a black collar like her couldn’t hope to get kibble flavored with apples or cupcakes, after all. But there was no spice like starvation, and Rainbow Dash hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.
“No, dammit. Mare’s aren’t allowed to use their hands.” Soarin reached in and grabbed the bowl of kibble, yanking it back through the hole in the cage. “You know you have to use your muzzle only. Now, show me how a good girl drinks her water.”
Rainbow Dash muttered more defiant words under her breath, but she pushed her muzzle into the water rather than cupping it with her hands. It too was disgusting, Soarin had probably gotten it from his dirty, dish-filled kitchen sink, right before adding the soap. A mixture of bits of reheated leftovers and dried ketchup made the liquid decidedly unpleasant, but Rainbow Dash gulped it down.
“That’s better. Now finish your food.” Soarin pushed the bowl through the grate, watching closely as Rainbow Dash finished.
“I need to go take a piss.” This was true. She’d been holding it for hours now, not wanting to relieve herself in the very straw where she was going to sleep. The chastity belt was also a problem, considering it would have made the piss splatter all over the place.
Soarin sighed, rolling his eyes and getting a leash off of the wall. He opened the door and immediately clicked the leash onto Rainbow Dash’s black collar, holding it tight. “It seems like every time I come home, the first thing you need to do is piss.”
“Well what do you expect me to do, being trapped in a cage all day? I can’t exactly let myself out to pee.” Rainbow Dash shuffled along behind Soarin as he led her to the front door, staring up at him defiantly. She would crawl on all fours as required, but only because he was watching. Unlike many of the more dedicated red collars, her calves hadn’t degraded with lack of use. The first chance Rainbow Dash had to run, she would. She took pride in this, even if on some deep level, she didn’t really want to run away from Soarin. She just hated being told that she couldn’t.
“You know, I can trust the other girls when they’re left unattended. It doesn’t have to be this way. Spitfire is a black collar and I can at least chain her up in the yard. She may sass back when I’m fucking her up the ass, but at least she doesn’t try to get away.”
Rainbow Dash muttered a bit more to herself, trying to hide her blushing cheeks from Soarin. Before The Fall, she had felt no shame in being naked, and had often gone without clothes just for the fun of it. But something about being told that clothes were not an option made her want to wear them, and filled her with shame when she knew that everyone could see how naked and exposed she was. “Turn around. I can’t go while you’re watching.”
“Oh no, I’m not falling for that one. I’d have to be as stupid as you to do shit like that. First time I look away, you’ll undo the clip from your leash or bean me over the head or something and try and make a run for it. Then you’ll fall off my cloud condo and I’ll have to explain why there’s splattered mare all over somebody’s lawn.” Soarin carefully undid the chastity belt from Rainbow Dash’s nether regions, then tossed it aside. “Ugh, that thing’s disgusting. I’m going to have Fleetfoot clean that thing out before putting it back on you. How the fuck do you get it so messy when I’m only gone for like, eight hours?”
Rainbow Dash tried to block out Soarin’s words, instead focusing on her very imminent need to urinate. Unless she had a few bottles of cider in her she was very self-conscious about peeing, and having to do it, in his front yard, with him watching, was beyond humiliating. It didn’t get any better when the mail stallion showed up, landing gently next to the couple of them.
“Still trying to teach that stupid black-collar to behave eh? I don’t know what you see in her,” said the mail stallion.
“What do I see in her? I see a fucking challenge.” Soarin tugged on her leash, causing her stream of piss to splatter, little droplets landing on Rainbow Dash’s legs and feet. The stream ceased soon after. “And I never turn down a fucking challenge. I’ll get there, too. She just needs a firm hand to guide her. And plenty of beatings.”
The mail stallion shook his head, ruffling through his bag and handing over a few envelopes. “Right after The Fall I bought myself a nice purple collar and I couldn’t be happier with her. Sure she’s a bit fucked in the head, but that just means she’s all the more fucked in bed!”
“I’m just not a purple collar guy.” Soarin put his foot on Rainbow Dash’s shoulderblades, pressing her face down into the cloud they were standing on. “I don’t want some bitch I have to coo and take care of. I want one I can slap around, who isn’t going to give in easily. Resistance only makes my cock harder!”
“Yeah well no black collar can suck as good as my purple collar. She could such the brass off my belt buckle if I let her.”
“Oh but that simply isn’t so!” Soarin grinned, pulling out a ring gag from his back pocket. He grabbed Rainbow Dash by her mane, roughly pulling her to her knees. “Rainbow Dash here gives the best blowjobs around, she just needs to be properly persuaded.”
The mail stallion stepped back a bit, giving Soarin and Rainbow Dash some room. “I don’t think she wants to do that.”
“I don’t think she has a fucking choice.” Soarin pulled her hair harder, not stopping until tears began to leak from her eyes. Still, she refused to open her mouth and scream, refusing to give him the opportunity to jam the ring gag in her mouth. “Hold on, I know a trick.” Without warning he grabbed her hard by her muzzle, placing his palm over her nose and blocking both of her nostrils firmly. She gasped in surprise, choking suddenly at the lack of air. With one swift motion Soarin got the ring gag in her mouth, and soon he had it secured by its straps around Rainbow Dash’s head.
“I’m still kinda wary about this, Soarin. I mean, I don’t wanna stick my dick where it might be bit off.”
“Fine, I’ll show you how safe it is.” Soarin dropped his pants, grabbing Rainbow Dash by her hair again and turning her to face him. Grabbing his shaft in one hand and her head in the other, he pushed himself in relentlessly, not stopping until Dash’s nose was pressed firmly against his crotch.
Deep down, Rainbow Dash really did like sucking cock. Before the fall she had been the undisputed champion of cocksucking among her friends, and numerous stallions had come by to enjoy her favors. She loved the taste of it, the sickly saltiness of cum lingering in her throat for hours. She even loved the feel of it, and the challenge inherent in taking a large member all the way down without hurting herself or gagging. But she didn’t like to be made to do it. Maybe if Soarin asked her, maybe if he worked her up to it, she might be up for it. Hell, before the fall, she’d sucked him off dozens of times without any prodding. She just didn’t like it when he forced himself on her, and she bit down hard on the ring gag, her teeth pressing hard against the metal.
“See? Safe as houses.” Soarin continued violating Rainbow Dash’s throat, jamming and pushing and shoving mercilessly into her, not caring about the tears running down her cheeks or the muffled shrieks of pain. He gripped her with both hands now, pushing her down and pulling her back, groaning with delight as she flailed her arms wildly, then began trying to push off his thighs and free herself. He easily overpowered her, continuing to push and shove down.
“Jeez, Soarin. You don’t have to be so rough with her.”
“Oh but I do!” Soarin pushed her down to the hilt. “Else she’ll never learn!”
Rainbow Dash gagged hard, struggling to withstand the huge cock in her mouth. Why did he have to be so rough? Maybe if he laid off a bit, she could get to enjoy him. But as it was, she had to focus more on trying not to choke than anything else, forcing the precum and spittle down her gullet as the shaft moved back and forth inside her mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, Soarin finally came, shooting long blasts of jizz into her stomach. She coughed hard as he pulled out, spitting various mixed fluids out onto the cloud.
“See, my girl would swallow that stuff, rather than have it in her lungs.”
“Jeez, if you like her so much, why don’t you marry her?” Soarin huffed and pushed Rainbow Dash back onto all fours, his hoof holding her down as she continued to hack and cough.
“We were married, before the fall anyway. It’s better this way. All she has to do is worry about sucking my dick.”
“You just don’t understand mares.” Soarin yanked Rainbow Dash’s leash, pulling her back towards the house. “Bitches gotta learn. Where’s the fun in one who already knows? Once a mare knows, she’s done. Best to sell her off and get a new toy to break.”
“You’re sick, dude.” The mail stallion took to the air with his satchel, flying off to the west.
“Maybe so, but the only cure is pussy, and in my house I’ve got lots and lots of cure.”
***
Rainbow Dash struggled against her restraints, biting down on the bit in her mouth. The moment Soarin removed the ring gag she’d let him have it, swearing and cursing and chewing him out for reaming her throat like that. She was upset about being humiliated like that in front of someone else, but mostly she was upset that he continued to treat her like shit when she hadn’t done anything wrong. It had been months since her last escape attempt, and even then, she had only tried to make a break for it because she wanted to get out of a “group session” with a visiting delegation of Shadowbolts.
The ropes were biting into her wrists and ankles, aggravating old wounds and making them bleed again. She hadn’t been restrained like this since the Shadowbolts came over and everything had been healing nicely. She wished that he had used the black, fur-lined leather cuffs he usually used. They hurt less, and Rainbow Dash found them kind of sexy. At least when she wanted to wear them, instead of when she was being forced to wear them.
As she remained there, another mare came in, crawling on all fours, her eyes down. Rainbow Dash couldn’t see too well from her confined position, but she only heard hands and knees, no hooves. Soarin must have sent her to do the cleaning and re-application of the chastity belt.
“Life would be easier for you if you behaved, Rainbow.”
Rainbow Dash recognized the voice as belonging to Fleetfoot. She had always resented Fleetfoot. So eager to get along, so thrilled to become Soarin’s bottom bitch. It was disgusting, how readily she took on that red collar and how dedicated she was to her new role. Worst of all, she always got the best kibble and the best toys, which filled Rainbow Dash with jealousy. Why did she deserve such good treatment when she wasn’t even the one Soarin fucked the most.
As Fleetfoot slowly cleaned Rainbow Dash’s backside, the bit down on the metal in her mouth and tried not to make too much noise. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy what was happening to her, and if she let on that she did, they might not do it this way anymore. Rainbow Dash did like being restrained -- in her chosen way, on her terms -- and the warm towels used to clean and prepare her nether regions before the re-application of the chastity belt felt, really, really good on her snatch. Even the belt itself wasn’t so bad, thanks to all the padding, she just didn’t want to wear it.
Rainbow Dash closed her eyes and tried to get the most out of what was going on back there, but as the towel was set aside, she felt something else. She recognized the feeling, but couldn’t believe it was happening. She strained to try and turn around, working to bend her neck or stomach to the point where she could get a good look.
“Master told me to give you a taste of the good life, Dash. He said maybe this would help you understand why I am a good girl for him.”
Fleetfoot’s tongue pushed in insistently, sliding in slowly at first but then with more and more urgency and desire. Each lick was slow but precise, pleasuring large amounts of flesh with each long, slow drive. Fleetfoot clearly knew very well what she was doing, putting her tongue in all the right places, and paying close attention in order to learn where every last one of those right places were. Rainbow Dash had always suspected that Fleetfoot might be into such things, but outside of pre-Fall rumors regarding her and Spitfire, nothing had been known for sure.
Having her snatch eaten was quite possibly Rainbow Dash’s favorite thing in the world. Sure, she enjoyed flying immensely, and she was also quite fond of cider. She still missed these things immensely, but something about not having her pussy licked on a regular basis was particularly harsh. There was an itch that dicks couldn’t scratch, even those few which were nice to her and let her enjoy herself. Whether it be a stallion or mare, there was nothing quite like a tongue for getting the job done, and as she felt herself being pleasured, she could do little more than moan and writhe against her restraints.
“Soarin lets us red collars do this to one another all the time, usually while he is fucking one of us. Being a black collar you wouldn’t know, but he loves the sound a mare makes when she’s being eaten out. He’s probably listening to us now, while he punishes Spitfire for trying to pick the lock on her cage.
At the moment, Rainbow Dash didn’t give two shits about Spitfire. She was much too close to her own orgasm, the first one she’d had in months. Not since that gryphon had fucked her hard and slow during a post-game party had she gone off, thanks in no small part to Soarin’s love of blowjobs and keeping Rainbow Dash in a chastity belt. Rainbow just couldn’t go off without proper clitoral stimulation, and even with a pierced clit she had a hard time getting things going down there when it was blocked by a metal plate.
“I can tell you’re about to go off. Go ahead. Soarin ordered me not to stop until you did.”
Rainbow Dash wanted to grab Fleetfoot by her mane and push her down, forcing the submissive bitch to lick and suck her the same way she did Soarin, but all she could do was drool over the bit in her mouth and let the wave wash over her. It hit her slowly, building hard then releasing like a busted dam. Three pent-up months came out all at once, causing her to writhe until she lost her balance. She rolled over on her side, twitching as her eyes blurred and ran out of focus.
“See, if you’d just learn to fucking behave, shit like this would happen every day, instead of just once every few months.”
Soarin undid the bit in her mouth but left her otherwise confined, grinning as he looked down at her. She hadn’t even heard or seen him come in, she had been so distracted by what was going on in the back. She panted a bit, blinking as he came into focus. His hoof was right in front of her face, standing back by mere inches.
“What, do you want me to fucking kiss it?”
Rainbow Dash never even saw the kick coming. She felt the pain in her nose and mouth, felt her body rising up and then flopping back down again, the fall sending lances of sharp pain through her side. She groaned in agony, whimpering a bit and holding back the tears.
“You fucking asshole! You almost broke my nose!”
“I own you, bitch. If I wanted your nose broken, it would be, and no one would fucking care.”
Soarin grabbed Rainbow Dash by the collar and tossed her in, bindings and all. She bounced and skidded until she hit the bars, sending the fresh hay in the cage flying all over. The cage door clinked behind her, and before she could get to her knees, Soarin had turned out the lights, plunging her into a painful darkness.
Rainbow Dash groaned a bit in her pain and confinement, trying not to cry. Even though no one could see her, it was just too humiliating to do such a thing. It wasn’t fair! Just because she wasn’t willing to lick boots and kiss ass like Fleetfoot, she had to be tied up in the dark, in horrible pain. Even if Soarin untied her in the morning, her wrists and ankles were going to be really sore from being bound for so long.
She sighed, rolling over on to her butt in an attempt to get comfortable. As she sat, she felt the feeling of cold, dry hay against her snatch. She sat up in surprise, almost banging her head against the roof of the cage. In Soarin’s haste to re-cage her, he had forgotten to put her chastity belt back on! He was certain to realize his error eventually, but for now, Rainbow Dash was going to enjoy it. After all, if she was going to get punished anyway, she might as well earn it.
Pushing her rear end up against the bars, she began to rub her snatch against one of the bars. Cold and hard, it was nowhere near as good as a cock or tongue, but still, Dash could get enough clitoral stimulation to get herself going. Within a few minutes she’d have herself another orgasm, and if Soarin didn’t come to check in on her until the morning’s feeding, she could get off five or six times before morning.
She might be a bad mare, but it wasn’t all bad. If only she could convince Soarin to lighten up a little, and maybe sent Fleetfoot in to clean her a bit more often...