Chapter 1: Lost and Found
Chapter One: Lost and Found
“FLY MY CHILDREN! SAVE YOURSELVES!”
The words still echoed in her mind as she took to the skies with her sisters. Her bigger, faster sisters. She didn’t know where she was going, all she knew was that she was told to fly and flee from her home and her Mother. A part of her didn’t want to but she had no choice. She was being compelled to obey, the command of her Mother was law.
She didn’t look back. She simply launched herself after her sisters. Panic gripped her as she watched the distance grow and grow. Her wings were too small to keep up. They were some of the last few that managed to leave, and not a moment too soon. Behind her, she could hear the deafening roar of an explosion. The familiar comfort of radiation washed over her, filling the mare with its gentle warmth before she could even register what had happened.
The shock wave slammed into her next. It was like being struck with a giant hammer that sent her careening down into the forest below. Branches lashed and cut at her face, wings and sides before she impacted the ground with a hard thud. Dazed she struggled to focus her sight and her eyes fell on a large, charred tree looming before her. Like everything else around, her it was bathed in a green glow.
Beneath the tree the mare spied a hollow left by time and decay and she dragged herself towards it. Between the roots there was enough space for her to hide. She didn’t even know what she was hiding from but the scream in her mind scared her.
Then there was nothing, just silence. Her Mother, her sisters and her home were all gone. Everything was gone. She was alone. Her head hurt and her entire body ached. She burrowed deeper into the hole under the tree and soon fell into a spacious area. Barrels of radioactive material were scattered around. She lay in the center, bathing in its comforting warmth as images flooded her mind. Memories and experiences of her life before Mother. She curled up into a ball and cried.
*** (Violet Glow) ***
Violet had no idea how much time had passed when she finally opened her eyes. Looking up to the hole that was the entrance to her shelter, she could see that it was kind of dark outside. The fires had died down to a dull sickly green glow far in the distance. Somewhere under the assault of memories and emotions returning to her she had simply lost consciousness; even the mind of an alicorn was not made for an information dump of that calibre. The fear finally made sense to her. She was alone, she had no pony. She was quite painfully aware of the deafening silence that was the lack of Unity. No Mother giving orders. No voices reporting things. Just her own thoughts in an empty void of... nothing.
She felt sick just thinking about it. The empty abyss that was her own mind where her thoughts were met only with silence in reply. She needed to distract herself. Needed to do something, anything, to get her mind away from the nothingness. Looking herself over in a small puddle she noticed that the cuts and bruises she had sustained in crash landing were gone now, though her purple mane and coat were still a mess and matted down with her own blood. Luckily her wings looked to have been spared any of significant damage. The realisation hit her in that moment: she was an alicorn. Of course, she knew this already but only now did the importance of that simple fact sink in. Her mind was still catching up on who she had been... a slave. The radical contrast hit her hard; she had been born a slave before Unity took her in and now she was an alicorn, a reincarnation of the old goddesses of ponykind. It left her both startled and fascinated.
Her hoof instinctively ran along her throat. She already knew nothing would be there and yet she felt compelled to make sure. She wasn’t wearing a bomb collar or any collar at all for that matter. It left her feeling oddly naked and exposed. More memories returned as she focused on the collar's absence. She had been a pleasure slave, bred and raised to see to other pony’s sexual whims at the behest of a Master. Violet shuddered at the memory of what she used to be. Suddenly her ears flicked forward as a sense of dread filled her. The thought of being found, of not being with a client and not making money for her Master… of what he would do if he found her hiding yet again. She scrambled backwards away from the entrance and deeper into her hidey hole away from the… voices; the fast-approaching voices!
From behind one of the barrels of radioactive material, which she had to admit were a subtle comforting presence in the stressful situation, she watched as the unknown ponies passed by the tree. She recognised them as pegasi, Enclave pegasi wearing their strangely nimble power armour with those bug-eyed helmets. She personally had little knowledge about the 'Grand Pegasus Enclave' as they called themselves except that they were supposed to meet with Mother, supposedly for an alliance. Each of the ponies had a set of heavy looking weaponry. She flinched away, barely suppressing a low squeak. It made her very thankful that they were talking among themselves loudly, thankfully loudly enough they would have a hard time hearing her cowering in the dirt and radioactive dust.
“Fucking hell, where is that cyber bitch!? And why did we get stuck with the job of flushing out that freak?” one of them griped in a static riddled voice. “Seriously, one more round and I am going back to the Osprey. We're getting dangerously close to the red on the rad meter and I for one would very much like to not die puking blood and shitting my own guts out.”
"Oh, can it will you, Sprinkles? We're not going to die from radiation sickness."
"No, if you soak up enough your heart will just stop."
“Ugh you think that freak with her tiny horn was bad? Fuck you had to see that insane fucking alicorn. I mean did you see the way she kicked through that wall…? Fuck that thing was horrifying,” one of the others piped up; a mare by the sounds. “The way she was screaming bloody murder… Like, what the fuck. I can’t believe she ripped the captain in half… with her bare hooves!”
“I didn’t even know those freaks came in red, or that fucking angry for that matter,” another one exclaimed, sounding distinctly shaken to Violet.
The thought of a red alicorn was weird to her as well. Violet was aware that there had been experiments in the past with different types of alicorns but she knew for certain that there was no such thing as a red alicorn... and there were no alicorn in Unity who chose to use her hooves rather than magic to rip a pony in half! She shuddered at the mental image that thought conjured up. She couldn’t be entirely sure but it sounded like, and she certainly hoped that, the stallion might have been seeing things that weren’t there.
“HEY! Turkey!” a another voice boomed from all around her -- no, not around her. The angry voice was projected right into her mind and it was filled with absolute unadulterated malice. It was anger on a scale that Violet had never felt before. She watched the pegasi look around and take up a formation so they were standing soundly back to back with each other with overlapping fields of vision.
“FUCK! I-it’s that fucking psycho freak! It’s game over man! Game over!”
“Shut up, pay attention to your E.F.S and fucking shoot your entire power pack into bloody bitch at first glance!” the mare instructed, overcompensating for her own shaken tone with aggression. Violet assumed that she was the lead pony of the wing.
Not that her words or rank mattered much now. Violet could feel it approaching, the weight of the incredible magical force was palpable to her. No creature had a right to have such a stupendous amount of raw untamed magical power flowing off them. So, oppressive was its presence that to Violet, it felt as though she was being flattened under the weight of a thousand boxcars. Whoever, or whatever, this was… they had power great enough to rival that of the Goddess. She felt repelled by the sheer utter malice that was behind the magic but simultaneously subtly seduced by its power, its promise of being rejoined with her sisters...
She watched the doomed pegasi scrambling frantically to try and locate the rumoured mare, projecting a potent magical presence only she could feel. Violet let out a meek whimper as the lead mare turned to stare right at her, piercing right into her violet eyes... or so she assumed. It was hard to tell with that obscuring mask. She stumbled back away from her, made herself smaller, non-threatening, anything to minimise the horrible consequences of getting caught. Violet noticed that the mare was just as tall as her. Then again, she was tiny for an alicorn, she was… unfinished. It was something that stuck with her. She hadn't been fully transformed. Perhaps they would be merciful to such a meagre figure such as her? Or perhaps they would to pull her apart to learn Unity’s secrets.
The weapons on either side of the pegasi’s battle saddle started to charge up. Violet didn’t even know what to do, she didn't know any magic except what she had been taught before Unity. Violet curled into a sobbing ball of misery to simply accept that this was it, she was going to die… or even be dragged back to the Enclave for worse. She had been spared death by balefire and would instead be turned to ash in a hole in the ground, sobbing and alone.
Her death was not to be though, as things were interrupted by the reverberating boom of magic ripping open a portal amongst the armoured ponies. What she saw stepping from the portal as it closed was perhaps the most beautiful yet fearsome sight in all of existence. A bright red mare towered over the pegasi and without a word reared up to slam down onto the lead Enclave mare, cracking her spine with a sickeningly audible snap. The strange mare was massive, with a coat that seemed to glow scarlet red like fire and a mane that appeared as if it were painted with fresh, warm blood.
To her the mare was Celestia's fury incarnate and she was terrifying to behold. Her horn glowed a deep purple which was enough for Violet to deduce just how the mare had appeared there. She was in fact a purple alicorn under the unusual coat colour… just, different somehow. Violet wasn’t even shocked as the two male pegasi simply dropped dead on the spot without even a sound, their hearts so easily stopped with but a sharp squeeze of magic.
The two remaining pegasi attempted flight. They failed of course. As Violet watched on in sheer horror, their wings were literally ripped from their backs mid take-off.
"YOU ARE GOING NOWHERE!" the mare screamed and pounced on the two like some ravenous beast rather than a pony.
Violet closed shut her eyes, tight. She didn't want to see what she knew was coming. She had to hear it though... how one of the two screamed in horrible agony, the crunching of bone. She understood the mare was tearing him to pieces bit by bit, all the while laughing like a mare possessed by Discord himself.
The mare let out a mad cackle, stomping her hoof down with a sickening crunch, followed by a squishing sound Violet did not even want to consider the origins of. Regardless of what she wanted her mind informed her that was what it sounded like when a skull was caved in and the brain inside squished. She felt sick. The mare was blatantly disturbed and messed up beyond compare. Violet prayed feverishly that she wouldn't be the next to suffer after the remaining pegasus.
"N'aaawh, you're the last one pretty birdie. I'm going to savour yo-" The sick mare couldn't finish what she was about to say however, interrupted by a loud gunshot. Violet had watched as the pegasus manage to desperately grasp his sidearm and manoeuvre it in such a way that he could shoot himself while the mare was distracted. She couldn’t blame him for ending things so much more tidily.
After a moment of recovering from shock, if one could recover from seeing such a sight, Violet became acutely aware that she was being stared at. Meeting those brightly blazing emerald eyes made her freeze in place, petrified. Violet sat there like an animal cornered by a hulking yet agile apex predator. Even though the red alicorn was her own kin the sheer weight of that magical power was… terrifying, and yet she couldn’t help but almost feel safe. The powerful mare could, in theory, protect her as easily as she could rip her to pieces.
But it was the way she was being stared at that terrified her. The taller mare’s cold, cruel eyes that seemed to peer into her very soul and delight in its withering struggles. A shiver ran down Violet’s spine as the red alicorn spoke in that low, shockingly playful voice that almost seemed to purr. “Sister, stop hiding and sobbing like a pathetic foal. Why don’t you come follow me instead of hiding in a hole in the mud?”
It wasn’t a request, it was an order. The tone and the air about the mare reminded her of her past life, so yielding to instinct she got to her hooves and obediently followed without a word of complaint. It only felt natural.
In comparison to the average alicorn, the mare was even bigger than she had initially seemed as well as proportionally stronger and blatantly more powerful. Violet was only small and frail, the word runty easily coming to mind when describing herself. She was careful not to look up at the mare too much however. She could see her twitching tail from the corner of her vision though and followed a strict two steps behind her and one to her left, head held low. She didn’t even fully realise she was doing it at first. It was instinct to her, anything to avoid angering the mare… anything to not earn a beating.
The mare looked at her. Violet flinched and averted her eyes to the ground. “You were a slave,” she observed. It wasn’t even a question. It was as if the mare just knew. Was she reading her mind?
Violet simply nodded her confirmation. That would be enough. She hadn’t been asked a question, which meant she wasn't permitted to speak or at least that was what the etiquette she knew dictated.
“I can tell. It's the way you look at me, scared and weak,” she continued with her eyes never leaving Violet, the mare's burning gaze on her physically making her coat crawl and itch. “The way you don’t even dare speak to me, even when spoken to. The way you walk, prim and proper at your Mistress’ side. How you know the way to sway your flank, to temptingly flick your tail. Showing off what you have on offer like a... common whore” she continued with a smirk that made Violet feel uneasy and only seemed to feed on that unease.
The mare was right, of course, and Violet knew it. Having it pointed out made her painfully aware that she was ‘strutting her stuff’ as it was referred to. It was not even a conscious choice. She just did it. Walking any other way felt wrong to her. Improper form as it were.
“Hmm... yes, they stuck you in a brothel did they not? Probably had stallions lining up by the dozens to have their way with you.” The mare’s voice sounded... pleased? The amused titter laugh that followed made Violet especial nervous and from the crimson alicorn it scared her especially so. She lowered her head a little more, ears drooping in shame at the unsavoury, painful memories.
“Tell me your name, slave.”
She perked up at that, not looking directly at the mare but the tone with which she was addressed felt right. It made all the insanity that had happened that day feel irrelevant, it gave her a point to remain grounded, something to focus on... a Mistress. “This one was named Violet Glow, Miss. But my name is whatever you desire it to be.” She felt a tingle of electricity running down her spine. It felt good, tangibly pleasurable to obey.
With the hindsight that had been her time in Unity, she understood she had been conditioned to feel that way from when she was young, very young... too young. Even so the training held true, felt good, it made her happy… it gave her stability; helped her cope with that abyss of hopelessness.
“Violet, that is a pretty name, fitting for an alluring little slave such as yourself. Yes… you might be worth quite a few caps, I'd be a fair bit richer even if I sold you... or whored you out myself,” the mare proposed in a tone that uncomfortably reminded Violet of her previous owner. It didn't just worry her; it made her feel... like a thing, not a pony but a possession to be owned and traded. She shuddered at remembering him, her old Master, far too vividly. She wanted to speak up but that would be speaking out of turn. Worse, it would be back talking her Mistress, and she was a good mare. She had to show that… good girls don’t get sold.
The larger mare chuckled softly. It was an almost musical sound to Violet. Keeping pace with the taller alicorn was hard task but she managed, somehow. The confident look the taller mare wore so well made her feel oddly secure. Even though she had gone from Unity straight back into slavery… she wasn’t alone at least. “M-may this one have the ple- honour of knowing her Mistress’ name?” She flinched at her own voice, fearing it would be out of turn before looking up at the red alicorn only to see an oddly serene smile.
“You’re a smart one, for a slave,” she commented before pausing for an uncomfortably long time. “I am Silver Chain. It pleases me that you understand your station. We are not sisters, not anymore at least. You’re barely even an alicorn.” She snorted and looked back at Violet with a malicious grin. “You are my property. You might even stay my property if you please me exceptionally enough.”
“Yes, Mistress,” was Violet's clear reply, in a sweet almost chirping voice. Silver Chain, her Mistress she reminded herself, had not mistreated her... yet. She seemed nice enough to someone as unthreatening as herself. Even if she had once more been reduced to nothing but a slave she felt… safe. It gave her a purpose. “Thank you, Mistress… for giving this one a chance.”
It might have been wishful thinking but Violet could have sworn there was a blush blooming on Silver’s flaming red cheeks. “You are welcome, slavething,” she acknowledged, her voice flat and distant as if talking to a mere possession rather than an actual pony. But as a slave one learns to read the mood of their Mistress fast to avoid a beating. Violet saw something in those green eyes. Something that almost looked like… kindness? She prayed to whatever powers were listening that she was not imagining it.
******
The day had been long and very uneventful following the brief bout of bloody violence. Violet had simply followed Silver away from the place that had been their home for so long. Taken away from the admittedly delicious radiation and unnervingly she had no idea where they were or where they had even been heading. Silver seemed to know though and that was enough for Violet. It was almost like the taller alicorn knew the location by heart, even if it was in the middle of dusty fields of sandy nowhere.
But there they stood, before what looked to be a plain two story military station. From its place, next to what was left of the road, it had been a security checkpoint of sorts. It was small and though she could assume it was just an outpost, it was odd to see it standing alone out here. More amazing was the fact that it hadn’t been bombed at all and looked to be in remarkable condition for a building that had been abandoned for two hundred years.
“This will be your new home, slave. If I don’t sell you, that is,” Silver announced tauntingly, pushing open the door and motioning Violet inside. She obeyed, stepping into what was revealed to be an almost sterile looking white hallway. It hurt her eyes to look at after so much grey and gloomy light. Even though it had an off-white taint to it, it looked to be oddly well preserved, which made it almost blinding. “First door on the right slave. You will take a seat in the room and wait for me there.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Violet confirmed, and doing as she was bidden moved in front of her mistress, her flank swaying temptingly and her tail flicking left to right showing off her delicate folds to the mare. For her efforts, she received a sharp slap to her flank, a harsh slap that made her squeak out in a mixture of being startled surprise and pleasure. Biting her lip, she looked away and quickly scuttled her way into the room, ashamed to admit that the slap had gotten her excited. She knew that kind of spanking all too well; her Mistress desired sex and perhaps the pleasure of breaking in a fresh slave.
She pushed the thought away, deciding to focus on one thing at a time. Looking around the room she found herself stunned, the first thing she noticed was that it was very spacious contrary to the building’s outer appearance. Taking a seat in the centre of the room she let her gaze wander with a small smile, the room looked like it was spared the ravages of time and looters alike as it was in mostly pristine condition. Violet's eyes running along the right-hoof wall which was basically one large bookshelf with the only exception being a niche cut out of it to make room for a writing desk with a working terminal.
The walls were a nice beige colour that was easy on the eyes, which almost looked like it had been freshly painted. The wall behind her had a full-length mirror, a simple stained wooden wardrobe and a few pictures of a unicorn mare with a familiar fiery red coat and blood red mane. Her Mistress she immediately realised... or at least a mare that looked a lot like her, maybe a daughter or sister. Was this her home?
Looking to the left there was a doorway leading to what looked to be a smaller, albeit still spacious bedroom. It was a plain looking room but compared to what was typically available in the wasteland it was luxurious. Even by the standards of the Brothel she had worked in. It was almost as if time had stopped dead here the day the bombs fell. Though there was wear and tear that showed on the floor where it was not covered in plush carpet it wasn't the rotten kind of most buildings, it was the natural wear and tear of a place that was well lived in.
Then it struck her, the most crucial thing was that it wasn’t freezing cold in the room. The room was warm, pleasantly so. Still, with her meagre curiosity sated she turned to the door, watching and waited as she had been instructed. She couldn't help but smile a little as she observed Silver entering the room. Violet noticed as she placed down a bag just at the entrance then smirked at her, a smirk... one that sent shivers of fear down her spine and eroded her smile.
“Oh, it looks like you are a well behaved one. You even had ample time to escape, to teleport anywhere. Yet here you sit, like a lost puppy not knowing what to do with itself. It is adorable.” Silver’s voice was sounding oddly proud, even while speaking in such a condescending manner. “Well, I do believe that gets you a reward!”
She blinked a little up at the mare. A reward? For her… that was a first, not that she minded a reward, the idea was very appealing. The meaning became clear though as the bag was opened and Silver Chain revealed an assortment of items. Most prominent among them was a black leather collar with four matching hoof cuffs and a tiny yet ominous black metal ring that made her shiver in fear just from the sight of it.
“Oh, you know what this is don’t you?” she asked with downright sadistic glee dancing in her voice, levitating the ring up to eye level. Of course, Violet knew what it was, she had one attached to her horn for years of her adolescent life. It wasn’t just a magical inhibitor ring, it's purpose was one far crueller than the tiny size of the object would imply; it also served as a torture tool for rebellious unicorns… and as a bomb for last resort. |A unicorn couldn't rebel with their horn shattered to pieces, even if one was lucky enough to even survive the shock they would never be the same. Violet sat frozen in the middle of the room watching the device with growing horror, barely suppressing a bout of hyperventilation at the mere memory of last having one used on her.
“Good. You know what it is, let’s call it the Stick! Meanwhile if you obey…” the mare exclaimed in an overly cheery manner, smiling as she levitated out a bowl, offering the sight of something Violet hadn’t had all day: food, it made her painfully aware that she was famished. “You’re a smart slave, but I will say it in no uncertain terms; Disobedience means I take away your magic, and we have a fun little session of ‘make the dumb cunt scream’. Behave and you will be fed instead of tortured, do you understand my new plaything?
“Yes, Mistress!” she gave her reply loud and clear, without the slightest hesitation. She was grateful that the mare didn’t feel the need to demonstrate it. So many Masters or even just clients at the brothel had made a point of doing just that, to ensure obedience… or they were the kind of sick ponies that got off on such things. Fortunately, the brothel at least had a heavy hoofed policy when it came to ‘damaged merchandise’.
Silver stepped closer with a small grin on her muzzle, placing the bowl before Violet. “Eat, slave,” she commanded and Violet obeyed. Bringing herself down into a laying position, like she had so many times before in her life, she started eating from the bowl like a simple animal would. She didn’t need to, she could have used her magic, but she had an inkling that her Mistress would be pleased, or at least amused by her acting like a lowly animal. The chuckle she heard a moment later proved her right.
Violet simply smiled between mouthfuls. She was grateful for the food, she was happy that she could have it. It tasted like nothing, like the old military rations that the mares at the brothel were fed. No taste but quite a bit healthier compared to what the normal slave was fed, which was barely good enough to keep them healthy. This kept them healthy and, more importantly to her former master, in good shape to serve the many clients sent her way. She did notice little one difference, sweetness. It was subtle but there, Silver had added a tiny bit of sugar or some other sweetener to the mix.
Click.
She heard it locking before the touch of the collar even registered on her coat. She instinctively reached up to touch it with a forehoof, slowly moving along the smooth leather. She could have fled, she had been given a chance to… but where would she go? What would she even do out there? It wasn’t like she was capable and driven like Silver Chain. She could not, would not kill five ponies with ease… she would be helpless against such odds. Right now, she was safe, being claimed by who could and hopefully would defend her new property. Violet’s vision became blurry as she looked at her food. Four more clicks followed the previous one. She was filled with a familiar almost comforting snugness around each of her hooves.
It felt so… correct, normal even. For Violet, this simple addition made her feel like everything was fine, that it was going to be alright. Leaning down closer to the bowl she greedily ate what was left of her feed. She didn’t care it made her look like a savage or a mindless animal, it was better not to keep her Mistress waiting. She even licked the bowl clean without any hint of shame. “That feels nice, Mistress. Thank you.”
Silver chuckled softly and petted her mane. It was nice being petted like that, it even made her purr lightly in response to the affection. “There is no need to thank me, slave. I am just marking my property.” Silver’s voice had gone back to cool, uncaring and distant, it was even a little harsh in jarring contrast from her actions. “As for speaking without being spoken to…”
Violet winced in realisation, her eyes scrunching shut in both shame and fear. She’d let herself get too comfortable with a mare that she hardly even knew. She felt cold familiar sensation of metal on her horn as the ring slid onto it. Violet cried out sharply in pain as it locked in place by piercing ever so slightly into her horn, the sharp teeth like tiny hot nails being driven into her horn. She wanted to protest but she stilled herself. She had fucked up, she had broken the first rule of being a slave… she deserved -- no, she needed punishment. Silver Chain wasn’t zapping her yet but the anticipation was just as bad as being shocked; she knew it was inevitable… even so she dared a glance up at the large red coated mare. A mistake, she saw Silver staring down at her with those cruel eyes and a sickeningly giddy grin.
“Tsk… a shame, and you were doing oh so well,” the mare cooed with what could only be described as sadistic glee. Her horn once more illuminated in deep purple magic, forming a tendril that slowly snaked its way to the gem set in the ring now locked to her horn. “At least I get to play my favourite game…” she started with that disconcerting smirk, a light giggle escaping her lips. “It’s been awhile since I made a slave scream, let’s see what your limit is, failure.”
Violet regretted everything in that moment; thinking that the mare was different, letting herself get comfortable… lazy. If she had just kept her wits about he, if she had just payed attention to Silver… no to herself, to her manners and her training then there would be little need for the coming punishment.
The pause between charging the ring and it finally sparking to life was a dreadful few seconds. A few seconds filled with mental flashes to every time such a device had been used on Violet and how awful it always felt. How each of those times she had failed, how it was entirely her fault… that she deserved this pain. Violet closed her eyes and braced herself. As the first jolt of magical lightning shot through her horn and through her body she fell over screaming out in pain. It was as if a searing hot nail was driven down the tip of her horn. Her muscles jerking uncontrollably as she fell to her side.
She bit down on her lip hard, it hurt but Violet knew that was better than accidently biting her tongue and almost drowning in her own blood, like she once almost had before. That was a mistake she would not like to repeat again, her fault for not being prepared back then and absolutely no excuse now this experience under her collar. The sharp and cruel laughter coming from Silver Chain revelling in what she was doing to her reminded her of every other owner that had kept her… used her. It reminded her of every failure she had ever made, how useless she was. Even if Silver had been kinder to her than most, she clearly took pleasure in dealing out her just punishment like so many others. She looked up to see the amused face of her captor, a broad smile on her muzzle. Silver was no different from the sick ponies that had kept her in the past… perhaps only ever playing nice so it hurt more now.
The second jolt that sparked through her body made her back arch and her wings flare out painfully, feeling the wing bend awkwardly… powerless to stop her own thrashing. She could hear the screaming, the loud anguished wails of a mare in pain. Her own screams. She didn’t retaliate, she looked at the sick alicorn that kicked her onto her back. Violet lay there and took it as part of her punishment. She had failed, she accepted that this was what happened to bad slaves long ago.
“That’s it, scream for me!” Silver demanded, her breathing noticeably more laboured than it had been before. It clicked in Violet’s mind, the look of lust in Silver’s eyes. The way she was drawing closer… the fact she savoured her suffering. The manor her hoof slapped her across the face hard enough for her to taste blood. She painfully remembered how much enjoyment this mare took in dismantling a squad of heavily armoured and armoured ponies...
Her throat hurt. The third bolt shot through her body wracking it with a fresh wave of pain, voice reaching a pitch where it faltered. Violet could only retch out a low croaking sound after that. She wanted to scream… it was like her nerves were on fire, being burned alive from the inside. She could feel her eyes stinging with painful streams of tears as her body convulsed in agony. She could only just feel her extremities still twitching in the aftershock.
“That’s it, suffer like the failure you are!” Silver moaned aloud in sick delight, reaching in to lick at the tears leaking from Violet’s eyes. Violet didn’t see it coming but she felt the hoof slamming into her gut just as the fourth jolt of magic shot through her. It was perhaps the longest and most painful of them all. The release of all remaining magic in the ring, sent through her body to make her scream harder and louder. Even though her voice was broken… she screamed a broken raspy cry. Violet was sure they could hear her all the way back at Maripony at this point. Shamefully she became aware that she had wet herself... in a short fleeting moment before everything went dark.
*** (Silver Chain) ***
‘Was that really necessary?’ that perplexingly aggravating and nagging voice in the back of her mind asked her for the umpteenth time that evening. She hadn’t even been able to properly enjoy the pain she had inflicted on her new plaything. The voice had made itself known just as she was about to have herself a good time above the now past out slave. A wicked smirk crossed her lips as she watched Violet lay there, the tiny frail alicorn runt. She could still hear the tantalisingly beautiful crescendo of her agonised screams.
‘She was just thanking you for collaring her… feeding her’ the voice informed her, not for the first time since Violet had passed out. No, not Violet. Her slave, her possession names were for friends, for equals!
‘Shut up!’ Silver screamed internally at the voice, her frustration finally boiled over into full blown anger.
‘Was it really needed though?’ the voice repeated the question once more. The tone scolding and disapproving, almost condescending even, as if addressing a misbehaving child.
‘Yes! Yes, it was needed. The bitch needed to learn her place!’ she mentally screamed in response, looking away from Violet, unable to even stand the sight of her slave. The miserable creature that had failed her with but a few undisciplined murmurs.
‘Did she really? Look at the poor thing, you even left her laying in her own filth… she’s going to get sick.’ the voice scolded further, concern for Violet showing through the disappointment. An unfamiliar feeling welled up inside of Silver’s chest. A tightness that she hadn’t felt before, or at least not in a very long time. It was like an uncomfortable blanket wrapping around her heart. And why were her eyes stinging…? Why was the world getting blurry? These were feelings that she couldn’t even understand. Where had they come from?
’Go to her. You have a chance to… do better, take care of her.’ The voice urged. ’Even if she is just a mere plaything, an object to you, you would not leave your other possessions, such as your weapons laying in the mud, would you? So why her in her filth?’
Standing up Silver growled at the voice, she did not like being told what to do. She hated the voice that was telling her off like some kind of filly and using overly sympathetic logic to sway her. ‘I'm going to whip her for passing out... though I can at least make sure it doesn't start to smell of piss in here.’ she commented to the voice in her mind with a sharp tone.
’You would punish her for that? When she only passed out because you made her do so? She didn't fight it. Didn't complain. The poor girl accepted every rotten thing you gave her without a word in her own defence... does she really need further punishment?’ The voice sounded almost… outraged at the twisted idea of the tiny alicorn mare being punished for what was Silver’s doing.
The voice that had so suddenly appeared in the back of her mind was getting really annoying by this point. ’Yes, I really would punish her! She... she pissed on my fucking floor...’ Silver desperately countered with an angry growl. “So just fuck off!” she cried aloud and lifted violet onto her back carrying her to the bathroom, she should have just carried her in her magic. Instead violet lay on her back and she wasn’t sure why she did that, as unceremoniously as she did so. Silver pinned a neutral expression on her face and lamented the fact she couldn't even enjoy the torment she had dished out. The slave had screamed so nicely, it had left her all nice and horny right now. ’Yeah… I really should at least clean her off so the whole place doesn’t smell of piss for a week.’
’Hmm, I would leave if I could dear... maybe if I could borrow our hooves?’ the voice practically giggles within. ’Don't worry though. I'm not like you... I won't make you scream just to make me happy,’ the voice continued to comment, the sarcasm not lost on Silver, it was hard to miss it the way it was practically dripping off the words. She had to admit that that one stung a little, she didn’t understand why but it felt about as pleasant as being shot in the chest.
She felt... shame? It was a ridiculous notion to her, feeling shame over showing a slave her proper place. At least she imagined this what it was like to have shame welling up inside of her, provoked by the voice's mocking words. It was a distinctly unpleasant feeling for her even as she lowered her slave into the tub. After retrieving some of the soap she had stored away Silver started to gently scrub her slave clean with a washcloth. ’S-shut up then! It pleases me to do that, if you hadn't ruined my masturbating I could have maybe had even more fun.’ the mare snapped at the renegade voice in her mind.
The voice sighed inwardly... the tone of it sounding almost forlorn. Longing even. ’You still can... I think. Even after what you did to her. She'll give you everything she has, no matter how wretched you are to her. Beat her. Starve her. Rape her. It's alright isn't it... it's not as though she can even think of stopping you. The weak enslave themselves, don't they?’ The voice went quiet for a long moment, Silver was about to thank whatever power was up there for the silence... before the Tartarus damned voice followed up with something that downright shocked Silver ‘... she's like a foal, isn't she? So weak, so trusting, so fragile... so, beautiful.’
Silver Chain smirked as she looked down at the tiny alicorn. So, helpless and beautiful before her... she could be more beautiful. She pondered it for a moment, picturing Violet with a blond mane and a snow-white coat… it made her shiver in excitement. The voice was entirely right, most slaves would have tried to resist or at least to flee. Not this one, she had waited for her with the room not even locked. Had accepted her collar without complaint or even any signs of discomfort Silver could discern. She could do anything to her and... she smirked rolling the passed-out mare onto her back.
Silver would have touched her between the legs and exposed her to enjoy... if only the voice hadn't brought up... that. ’S-shut up! She is not foal like, she is an adult mare! She isn't weak and... fragile’ she claimed sporadically but. looking at the runt of a mare she knew that it was absolute bullshit on her part. “Fuck…” she whispered and slumped half over the tub. “Fuck you... who the fuck, do you even think you are?”
Dark, sardonic snickers echoed through Silver Chain's skull. ’Not a foal, is she? Oh, well certainly having a body that feeds on radiation and taint, that heals from nearly any wound in moments, that commands both flight and magic is enough to make a filly into a mare. Those things make an adult. Maturity, agency and awareness of how your actions affect others has nothing to do with being all grown up,’ the voice nearly laughed. Mocking. Cold and... sad. Very, very sad. ’And... who am I? Who am I you ask... damn you Silver Chain but I wish I knew. Then perhaps it would be me beside Violet now and she would receive the care she so rightfully deserves while you were forced to watch. Helpless! In MY head!’
The mare didn't know how to respond to that, she just sat there staring at Violet, unable to see her as anything but a foal in that moment. The way her slave acted, like she knew nothing else. Silver knew the mare had grown up in slavery, looking at her she could even assume the mare had been bred for it. The more logical part of her mind questioned how such a mare could ever be considered an adult… can one even become an adult without having a childhood? An empty space where most ponies would bear their cutie-mark stood as a testament to the question.
Silver was so angry, not at the mare and not at the voice. She was angry with herself. What had happened to get her here…? She knew that of course. She had been... she shook her head to push away the thoughts. She didn't need to think about what she was before Unity. She kicked backwards into the wall, breaking something... she didn't even bother to care, hardly even registering the pain in her hoof as she twisted it the wrong way.
’I, fuck... I don't even know how!’ she mentally screamed in frustration, more to herself than the voice. "She's my property! I can do whatever I want! Fuck, why can't I!?" she flumped down with her head on the rim of the tub, staring at her magic performing on full autopilot. Or perhaps it was the other mare inside her that was cleaning the filly, she couldn't care less... it needed to be done either way. ’She is a full-grown mare right…? P-please tell me I'm not going insane… more insane anyway.’ She wasn't even sure anymore, she didn't even know why she cared suddenly. She'd done far worse to far younger ponies.
The voice huffed... and it was though a small little mare inside Silver Chain flopped down on her hooves. Watching, chin on forelegs, from behind the 'curtain'. ’You can. You really can... I can't stop you. I can't even make you do a better job of cleaning her right now.... I already tried. Tried to stop you from putting that ring on her. From torturing her. From behaving like a miscreant foal pulling the wings off a delicate beautiful butterfly.’ The voice was quieter now. Scolding, yet... there was a sense of defeat there. ’Sane... I'm in your head, and all I can do is watch. And talk. I can't even recall my own name. Or that of my lover or my...... daughter…? My own daughter. Some mother I am, forgetting her own daughter's name.... I'm sorry love. But if you want to know what 'sane' is, you're asking the wrong mare.’
Silver gave a sigh of defeat and looked at the small frail alicorn that she was cleaning… she was doing a poor job of it, she wasn't even succeeding at that simple task. In the past, she would have had another slave haul her off, clean her and get her ready for a client. She couldn’t even fucking clean her own property. She banged her head on the rim of the tub, she didn't even know what to do. Silver had an idea but she didn't want to ask the manifestation of her own insanity, or so she assumed, for help. ’Fuck... Stop talking about foals!’ she protested and kicked back once more, flinching at the pain that shot through her still healing leg.
Resting her head on the rim of the bath she felt the same stinging pain in her eyes. After a long moment of staring at the runty, unclean mare she sighed in defeat. ’H-help me?’
’P-please...?’
There was another sigh and a 'nod', or at least she knew there was an implied nod there, it was a bit like instinct. A rather disquieting sensation. As if a bobber on a pool was bouncing on waves within Silver Chain's head. ’Get the cloth wet with some hot water or... hell, some good rads if you can. We're all Alicorns here. Or at least, you and Violet are. Then just work a little more firmly at scrubbing her fur, not so timid like you're afraid of the mess… erm, well, I know you're afraid of the mess but you need to get over that, you made it. Careful to be gentler with her mare bits. Just cleanse them by wiping down the outside. Don't worry about cleaning inside, inside cleans itself.’
She nodded and listened for once. With a sigh, she opened the tap, the water wasn't cold thankfully, just a little above room temperature. She sighed a little and started to scrub young the mare's coat a little more firmly, not treating her like she was made of fragile glass, as much as she looked it. It surprised her that the mare didn't wake up from the treatment, then again, she knew she would likely not wake up for a long time. Silver didn’t want to admit it but she genuinely felt bad about that.
Biting her bottom lip, Silver carefully wiped down Violet’s mare bits. Looking at her she sighed and pulled the shower head over, starting to work the tail. She didn't really have much soap but she could at least make sure that she was properly clean and presentable. ’T-thank you.’ she said and internally sighed once more not sure why she was bothering but it felt... right. It felt right to take care of her slave.
’Thank you, Silver Chain,’ the voice whispers faintly inside of her mind. ’For taking the first step. For Violet's sake. You'll do better in time. I know you will.’
Silver let out a deep sigh and nodded a little to herself, brushing through Violet's mane, washing out the small bits of soap she doubted even did anything. ’You know that's not my real name... but then I guess... that mare is dead? I’m certainly not her anymore… I think’ She commented to no pony in particular. Levitating Violet from the tub, she used one of the simpler spells to dry her off completely, easily evaporating the water from her coat, mane, and tail. Silver then levitated the passed-out mare along as she limped back into the bedroom and placing Violet on the bed, wrapping her up in the thick blankets. If she was going to be charitable that night she might as well go all the way with it.
“How did you make me start feeling things…” she muttered to herself, laying on the bed besides the balled-up mare, before simply wrapping herself around her like a mother would.
There was silence for the longest time, getting no reply from the voice in her head. Whoever the voice was or whatever she was... she had no answer to give for the fate of Silver Chain's former self. It did not speak again until 'they' laid down beside the still unconscious Violet. When had she started to think of the voice as part of herself? ’I didn't,’ It replied simply. ’I Couldn't. I already told you, if I could make you do things or make you feel things, Violet wouldn't be unconscious from the pain caused by your sick little toy right now. Screaming as loud as I could I couldn't even make myself heard until you calmed down and started listening to your own thoughts again. If you feel anything now Silver... I'm afraid that's because you have a conscience, and that sure isn't me sweetheart.’
She didn't reply to that. She didn't know what to say, she had a lot of those moments today. She simply did the one thing that she thought would be right. She had made her point... why did she feel so bad about that!? Silver sighed and wrapped the 'toy' as the other mare had called it in her magic, unlocked it and tossed it away. Watching the horn heal itself was... odd. Both mares were of course still heavily irradiated from being almost at ground zero of a balefire explosion. ’A conscience... fuck what did Unity do to me...’ she commented sarcastically but smiled a little, it wasn't so bad, Silver had to admit that she kind of liked it. ’She is still mine.’ she stated firmly and possessively.
’Good,’ the voice replied with a happy, almost maternal warmth. Though there was an underlying playfulness to the voice that was anything but motherly. ’I don't want to let her go either.’
Silver Chain smiled, she couldn’t help it. She didn’t even know why she was smiling at this point and if she had to be honest she didn’t care. Holding Violet was nice, it was right… perfect. It didn’t even really register with her or simply didn't care that she crushed the cruel ring in her magic, laying her head down on the pillow besides the filly... mare she corrected herself… she stared at Violet either way. She was going to need to get that right. She was an adult... but was she really? Looking at the unconscious mare she wondered once more if... you really could call somepony that was raised in the manner she suspected Violet was an adult at all.
Breathing out deeply she shook her head. “If she wants to be a filly… I’ll let her be one or… I don’t know. Fuck… I’ll see” she muttered to herself.
*** (Violet Glow) ***
Opening her eyes Violet became aware of two things. First and foremost was that she was not curled up on some piece of cold hard ground. Instead she was snuggled up in a blanket on a soft and quite pleasantly fluffy bed. Secondly, and probably more startling was the fact a large red wing was draped over her body and her muzzle was buried into a patch of soft crimson fur.
She hadn’t noticed it before but the mare smelled ever so faintly of… cinnamon. It was a soothing scent and she couldn’t help herself, she nuzzled into the coat without thinking. She almost froze out of fear for the reaction she might provoke but then again, she had never been beaten for showing affection while curled up with a client in bed. Without a word, she looked up, she looked right into those deep emerald eyes. The malice from before was gone there was only… concern? She assumed that was what she saw at least.
She didn’t dare to move or even speak either way. She did not want to be hurt again by that cruel device. The cruel device, she soon noticed, that was laying on the nightstand looking like it had been smashed repeatedly with a hammer. That was jarringly out of place. What was weirder though were the first words out of her Mistress’ mouth. “I’m… sorry” she murmured, not hesitantly but seemingly struggling with the words. “I got... carried away, I shouldn’t have.”
Violet didn’t even know what to say. She had never in all her life received an apology from a pony that had owned her. She looked at Silver rather uncertainly. “May I, speak freely, Mistress?” She asked in as polite a tone as she could manage, even then she still sounded shocked.
“You may.”
“W-why are you… apologising, Mistress? I spoke out of turn.” Violet looked down and drooped her ears as if she was expecting a beating for even asking the question, which in all fairness had happened before. “I deserved being punished, Mistress. I, thank you for showing me my place, I was… I was getting too comfortable,” she said with an oddly worshipful smile.
Silver let out a sigh as she looked over her. Not exactly hurt but there was regret in those eyes, Violet could tell having had enough clients in the past who sought comfort to numb such pain. She needed to do something. Her Mistress was... she was not like the others but she needed to know she appreciated her and what she did for her. Whatever Silver had been meaning to say was cut off as Violet forced herself closer, lips locking with her Mistress’.
Unsure if she was doing it right, Violet pushed further into the kiss. If there was one thing she knew it was how to please a pony. Her Mistress was unsure about her actions, telling her she was right did not work. She’d had clients before that were hesitant, nervous and maybe a bit regretful for treating her as a slave deserved. She would have to treat Silver like she had one of them, show them her appreciation.
Silver sat there stunned after Violet simply ravaged her mouth with the kiss, even as she was pushed onto her back by the much smaller mare she was quite unsure about the entire thing. Violet could see the conflict in her eyes with but a glance.
Putting on the smile she had learned so long ago, a playful and flirtatious smile that had lured many a stallion or mare into her room. It came natural to her and she enjoyed watching her Mistress’ amazed look. Slowly stepping back, she trailed a hoof along the mare’s chest and belly. “Don’t worry, Mistress,” she cooed in a voice that almost sounded out of place coming from her. It was a low, husky, deep sultry purr that made Silver visibly blush. “You did good, this mare remembers her place… may I, show my appreciation for that, Mistress?”
To say that silver looked stunned by the change in behaviour was an understatement. She was visibly struggling for words… eventually the former slaver settled on just dumbly nodding. The blush was hard to pick out against the fiery coat but Violet could tell it was there by the way her mouth twitched, the timid look of desire in those normally cruel emerald eyes.
Smiling she leaned down, slowly nuzzling against Silver’s inner thigh. “Mistress smells good,” she licked along the thigh slowly, her eyes locked with those of the mare that owned her; she knew ponies liked eye contact, the means of how this was all taught to her did not matter now, all that mattered was her Mistress’ pleasure. Violet was drawing it out but the way Silver’s wings twitched and the soft noises she made were irresistibly adorable.
She couldn’t wait for too long though. Starting her descent to Silver’s already moistening marehood she traced the outline of her labia slowly, watching how it made her squirm so subtly. The sweet moan that escaped the other mare was music to her ears. “Ah, M-mistress tastes so good too,” she mewled in a deeply sensual voice, for once she wasn’t just saying it to turn her partner on more… the alicorn tasted rather spicy.
Silver closed her eyes and fell back onto the pillow, hooves resting on Violet’s head as she simply let the smaller alicorn work at her own place. “Oh… atta mare, it has been too long since I’ve been properly pleased.” The tone sounded more relaxed to Violet than it had before. She allowed herself a smile; she was doing good and it made her feel good.
“Anything for you, Mistress,” she cooed before pressing her tongue between those plush labia lips, allowing Violet a good taste of Silver’s nectar. It sent shivers of excitement down her spine the taste was so incredible… there was an inherent heat to it. A heat that stoked the fires of desire in Violet’s own core. A part of her was sure that it wasn’t just the conditioning that was getting her excited, it couldn’t be right?
She couldn’t focus on the thoughts, she had a Mistress to serve. A Mistress that had stopped trying to control her moans and was now instead writhing in pleasure and crying out in bliss. She smiled, the mare looked beautiful to her like that. Violet slowly dragged her tongue lower, letting it gentle slide along her engorged clit, slowly swirling around it. It was large compared to normal ponies but she easily took it between her lips, biting down on her Mistress’ little pleasure button felt so naughty to her! But the moan it coaxed out was perhaps the loudest she had heard until that point.
“Oooh yes! That’s a good girl, More of that!” Silver cried out, her voice laced with pure pleasure.
Violet needn’t be told a second time, she bit down just a little harder. She had been more popular with stallions in the past but she knew a mare’s body just as well. Applying pressure to the clit and pulling lightly was the key to making a mare scream. Oh, how her Mistress screamed. The other mare’s pleasure was obvious, it was intoxicating for Violet. She fell into a nice but familiar rhythm: lick, bite, pull, twist release. This was, she shamefully had to admit, her favourite technique. Deeply licking into the mare’s slit, letting her tongue go as deeply as he can, bite her clitoris applying just enough pressure that it hurts in that pleasurable way… pull back and twist then repeat.
Violet was aware of the fact her favourite pleasure technique wasn’t a catch all for every mare but Silver was enjoying herself greatly and that was what mattered to her. It helped that she loved hearing the mare scream. Her Mistress’ pleasure was her pleasure, literally thanks to her strict conditioning and training.
Silver was looking at her. Their eyes locked together and Violet noticed the lack of the timidity from before, instead there was that look she liked. Confident, predatory, and she could have sworn there was a hint of affection in the mix. “AH! Fuck… you’re a damn good slave. I, oh make me cum and I will reward you well!” the mare moaned at her. Violet could see her biting her bottom lip, the way her chest was rising and falling… Silver needed one good push over the edge.
Grinning to herself Violet pulled away, though before Silver could even get a complaint out she had her horn wrapped in a layer of dark purple magic ready for her next trick She could feel the special magic field clinging to her horn, it wasn’t solid but it felt like her horn was dunked in a thin film of oil. Angling her head, she letting its rounded tip tease Silver’s marehood for a long second.
“Vio… “she never had the chance to finish that question as her horn plunged into the warm depth of her Mistress’ pussy, spreading it wide open. Violet screamed in pleasure, her hooves wrapping around Silver’s thighs as the soft velvety insides of her Mistress’ pussy wrapped around her horn. She didn’t pause and simply started thrusting into the mare, giving her what she needed, that last shove as her magic formed to the shape of Silver’s inside allowing the well-trained pleasure slave to show off the only magic she really knew.
“OH, Sweet FUCKING LUNA!” Silver screamed, her head thrown back onto the pillow and her back arched as she squealed in delight. Violet gave a knowing smile, she could feel her magic rubbing up against every little ridge and bump inside of her Mistress’ walls. She Squealed out, she felt the way Silver tensed up, which was followed by a wave of sweet nectar that was showered over her mane and face. She felt happy and fulfilled as she continued to treat her Mistress, shivering in pleasure to a vigorous pounding. She wasn’t a stallion but she could give her the experience… she adored how Silver mewled out has her climax was drawn on for the longest possible time from her efforts.
Drawing back Violet bowed her head to silver, her purple mane matted to her wet face, she licked at the juices and purred softly. “Thank you, for letting this one pleasure you, Mistress,” she said with a look of earnest adoration aimed at Silver… although by the bright visible blush she guessed it came off more sexual than she had intended.
Silver’s horn lit up and Violet quickly found herself pulled on top of her Mistress’s chest, muzzle to muzzle with the mare. She trembled slightly at the look in Silver’s eyes, wondering if she had done wrong. Was she in trouble? Was she… going to get kissed. Violet was stunned for a long moment but slowly melted into the kiss with a sweet moan of pleasure. She wasn’t leading this time, she was submitting to the kiss, letting Silver pin down her tongue, letting the bigger alicorn ravage her mouth with her unique brand of unbridled aggression.
Violet lightly rocked her hips, even though her painfully burning marehood was pressed against the soft coat of her Mistress she couldn’t help herself. It was an instinctual response, after oral always came the main event, the stallion grabbing her, throwing her on her back… fucking her. It didn’t surprise her that Silver rolled them both over on the large bed, pinning Violet under herself.
“You did well, slave,” Silver said, the words of praise sending a shiver of delight along Violet’s spine. “Now I will reward you... and make you mine,” she growled, a more playful growl laced with lust, one that made the runty little mare shudder in anticipation.
The hoof on her chest made her feel helpless before Silver as the mare sat up and spread her wings, the way the light in the room caught her made her look once more like that burning angel of vengeance she had witnessed when first seeing her. She dutifully spread her hind legs, presenting her Mistress with the hot, wet mess that lay between her thighs.
Each of Violet’s thighs were coated in arousal, her tail was sticky with it too. She could barely hear her own needy panting over her pounding heart. Her wings were splayed out and ears pulled back to her head she felt small and frail before her beautiful, terrible Mistress. Violate hardly felt worthy of being pleasured and yet the mare was going to, she felt like such a slut for wanting Silver to fuck her until she was nothing more than a mindless little sex puppet. Her cheeks burned brightly at that thought… and how Silver looked so very ready to fulfil it.
Her attempts at looking away in bashfulness were stopped by a snap to her flank, when had she gotten out a riding crop? Her breath caught as she looked at the implement, she both wanted it and feared it. She had been whipped in the past but these were meant for play, not for punishment. “Look at your Mistress. I am going to fuck you. You will look at me as I take you, you will scream praise to my name. You will cum, probably quite a lot, you are free to do so,” Silver purred, the riding crop trailing along Violet’s teats and her labia, sending waves of pleasure and desire through her.
“Tell me, slave. Honestly. Do you enjoy it rough?”
The question caught Violet off guard. Was she being asked if she liked it rough, to give her opinion? Was this mare that had a short while ago tortured her until she passed out… asking her after her comfort? This must have been a test, even if it was the answer was the same. “Yes, Mistress! I love it rough!” she said, sounding perhaps a little more eager than she had been intending to.
“Truthfully?”
This made Violet pause. Did she truthfully like it rough or was it the conditioning she had endured that made her think she liked it rough? She nodded her confirmation, she liked it rough… conditioning or not she understood she had enjoyed rougher sex with clients, enough so that she came more consistently from that than the timider, gentler clients. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. I am not a gentle mare… but,” she paused and looked down at Violet. “If my slave had said otherwise I would have granted her that. This is a reward after all.” The smile she saw was… magical. Violet didn’t quite know the feeling welling up inside of her but followed it, instinctively moving her forehooves above her head before feeling Silver’s magic enveloping them, binding them in place. It felt good offering herself to Silver Chain… willingly.
“Take me, Mistress. Make me yours!” Violet begged, the amount of need in her voice even surprised herself, she had never been this… eager with a client. She had never offered herself this willingly. Silver was different, she’d hurt her but that was her fault, she had forced her Mistress’ hoof in that matter. Silver was different from the others, she made her feel good about her place in the world. Looking at the mare she couldn’t help but smile timidly. She was a small mare but she felt so much smaller with her Mistress towering over her… and yet no less safe, safer even.
She had been focusing on the mare’s face for so long she was startled when she became aware of something warm pressing to her burning hot marehood. Her attention was drawn to it in a flash, leaving her watched in awe as a deep crimson cock was left resting against her pussy. It was translucent but it had actual weight to it, an incredible heat radiating from it. She couldn’t stop herself from grinding back against the realistically throbbing cock. She could care even less for the fact she sounded like a wanton whore with the way she mewled up at her Mistress. “H-How!? OH, Sweet Luna… it’s so big…”
“Do not think you’re the only one with magic like this in her memories, slave.” The tone was playful, sweet even as it delivered the teasing rebuke.
Violet didn’t answer that, she knew she wasn’t meant to. She simply focused on the electrical sparks of pleasure shooting through her body as Silver embraced her, biting down on her ear with a low, dominant growl. The anticipation of being impaled on her Mistress’ cock was building, when had she last had sex? The memory came to her in an instant. It was many weeks ago, she wasn’t sure how long she had been in unity, it had been a stallion so much larger than her… she remembered him being sweet and gentle. She remembered being left unsatisfied.
The memory was shattered by her own scream. Silver had thrust forwards, spearing the tip of her cock inside of Violet with the kind of roughness that sent electricity up her spine. “Look at me, slave!” she reminded her firmly, Violet obeying in an instant. She looked at the mare that was holding her hooves pinned in place, rendering her helpless to stop the ravaging that was coming. Eyes met and she blushed furiously. She couldn’t care less she was helpless to stop it, she wouldn’t have even if she could.
“YES! Take me!” Violet screamed passionately. The sensation of her Mistress’ cock being pushed deeper and deeper into her delicate marehood was both painful and pure bliss at the same time, the latter washing out the former entirely. Silver’s cock was so big, she felt so full. Panting heavily Violet could hardly believe that she was taking the entire thing, that the entire cock was hilted inside of her small frame.
Silver smirked down at her, the comment that followed wasn’t something that shocked Violet in the least. “You look beautiful like this, slave.” Her voice was oddly soft and the way she said it made her feel very special, her hips rocking slowly against the cock, the cock that belonged to her amused grinning Mistress, staring her down with both that predatory lust and hint of adoration in her eyes.
“P-please!”
“Please what, slave?”
“Please, Mistress!”
“Please what, slave?” Silver repeated, her tone neutral, unreadable.
“Please fuck me! Mistress! Take me, fuck me, rough me up… I NEED YOU!”
The mare let loose a hearty and honest chuckle, the first one Violate had heard since meeting her. It was devoid of harshness and cruelty. She didn’t say anything but oh, did she deliver on the request. Violet could feel the cock being slowly pulled out of her. It left such an empty feeling after stretching her so wide. She wanted to push back onto it, she needed it inside of her… but the powerful alicorn was keeping her pinned there with a wicked smirk forming.
“Mine,” Silver growled at her, not for the first time that night… but it was the first time that Violet truly felt that it was a statement of indisputable fact. She belonged to Silver Chain in mind, body and soul now and she welcomed the idea, revelled in it even. The statement hung in the air for a long moment until it finally dawned on Violet that her Mistress desired a reply from her. All the while she could feel the head of that big cock keeping her marehood wedged open and taunting her with the promise of deeper penetration.
She smiled up at the mare, she hadn’t known her long, only a day. She had driven her back into slavery… she had saved her. She had given her purpose once more. She had hurt her, apologised… was claiming her. There was a whole whirlwind of emotions she felt in the moment but… she needed this, if not this what purpose did she have? It was with that thought that the words left her mouth, sealing her willing approval of her new Mistress’ claim. “Y-yours.” She needed purpose in her life, if that purpose meant giving herself to the mare… joy welled up inside of her and tears of happiness stung her eyes as she reaffirmed her words, “I am yours, Mistress!”
Pleasure. Blinding, mind-numbing pleasure shot through her entire being as Silver thrust into her again. Hard and rough thrusts like she was nothing but a toy for the bigger alicorn to get off with. She screamed as her body shook, she couldn’t help but scream loudly in reply to the firm, fast rutting. The mare had told her to scream before and she screamed now with all her passion. The loud, lewd slaps of her Mistress’ thighs crashing into hers was music to her ears. She never looked away from the beautiful mare that was having her way with her.
“Yes. Scream for me, sing me your beautiful song, slave,” Silver commanded, grinning ear to ear. The alicorn was a domineering presence at the best of times but this…. how could she ever regret giving herself to Silver? The idea seemed preposterous to her now, the way her Mistress was harshly ploughing her foalhole. How could she not sing for her?
Her eyes closed halfway, the rhythmical pounding of Silver’s cock inside of her the only thing she could focus on properly. Her own thoughts turned to nothing but her Mistress and dopamine riddled mush. True to her word Silver was rough, to the point it almost bordered on violent. “You will LOOK at me!” Silver’s voice boomed like thunder next to her ear. The teeth closing around Violet’s ear, and the sharp painful tug making her eyes snap wide open and muzzled letting out a fresh, high-pitched scream.
Violet thrashed in her magical bonds. She couldn’t move, all she could do was wiggle and wrap her hind legs around the mare using her, forcing her to look her in those fiercely beautiful emerald eyes. Even as her back arched and she came, screaming all the louder, she forced her tear stained eyes to remain open, to look upon her Mistress’ beautiful face. Watching that mane flow and cascade, whipping around the mare with each powerful movement. She wanted to touch her, to kiss her… but she had to watch, to see how Silver used her, treated her like a sturdy well-made toy.
“Oh, yes… your screams please me,” Silver cooed. “You look so pretty like that, drooling, lost in a world of lust.”
She felt the heat rising to her cheeks, she hadn’t even noticed that she was drooling. She threw her head back as the cock slammed into her once more. Violet could feel how her insides hugged the fiercely hot cock perfectly. She rocked her hips as much as she could, grinding into the cock and feeling how it rubbed just the right spots with each fresh thrust. “AH! YES! MISTRESS! M-MORE!”
“More? Tsk… you are one insatiable whore, aren’t you slave?” The comment was sharp and it stung even more from its truth, mentally slapping her in just the right way. Violet couldn’t help but blush deeper and nod her agreement to the question. “Very well, I am in a generous mood.” The sarcasm in her Mistress’ voice was not lost on her; she remembered Silver’s words at the start. She went even redder at the silliness of asking for another one. Of course, there would be more.
Not that silver gave her a chance to think past that point. She was unceremoniously thrown onto her belly so her muzzle was buried into the soft pillow, cock delightfully twisting her insides as it was roughly pulled out. Her hooves were locked behind her back, the snap of hoof cuffs being locked together was familiar to her. The sensation of helplessness before the mare was different though, in the past it scared her, now it only excited her.
Crack!
The sound registered before the stinging pain now flowering across her flank did. She looked back as best she could, only able to turn her head far enough to see the riding crop hovering there, twitching threateningly in her Mistress’ magic. “AH! Thank you, Mistress!” The words came naturally, she hadn’t even been told to thank her. A chuckle rang out behind her letting her know she had at least amused her Mistress.
Crack!
The crop lashed her other flank. This time she screamed, it had struck over where her cutie mark would have been, if she had one. Silver had taken up a position behind her, the head of her cock once again resting against her labia, rubbing and teasing… goddesses the taunting touch was too much! She wanted to feel that fullness once more, needed to… and she wasn’t disappointed as Silver lurched forwards letting her cock sink into her, her muscles hugging it tight in welcome and body melting like butter.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeees! So. Much. Big!” Violet screamed loudly. It felt so much larger in this position, the curve of its length digging deeper, girth pushing out in new directions. Looking up she saw the mare smiling down at her, the only sound her own squeals of delight, the slapping of Silver’s thighs against her own plump flank and the low growling purrs of pleasure from her Mistress. It was the latter that made her feel elated, that made her feel complete. Sure, the weight pressing down on her was nice, it made her feel cosy and safe. The rough way she was being used made her feel wanted. But there was a pleasure for her in hearing that her Mistress enjoyed the way her pussy clamped down with each powerful thrust, stroking the monstrous member affectionately as pumped in and out.
Silver had fallen into a rhythm. A hard thrust, followed by a kiss of the whip to one of her slave’s flanks as she drew back. She was a sex toy for the mare and Silver was using her expertly. The mare knew just how to make her tighten up only for that cock to plough into her even more effectively. The pace picked up and she was forced into the pillows with each heavy thrust from her Mistress.
Violet squealed and mewled in delight, her Mistress’ pace was becoming downright animalistic and she finally understood what she meant with that she wasn’t a gentle mare. She was savage, brutal and unrelenting in her thrusts. So much so that Violet imagined a pony walking in would likely assume that she was something entirely different from a reward, yet... “AH! FUCK! YES, PLEASE HARDER!” She couldn’t help it, she wanted more of the fulfilling pounding.
Silver eagerly provided, biting her once more without the tenderness from before. It was the bite was like it came from a wild animal, Violet could feel the skin break, she could feel the sensation of warm blood leaking onto the sheets, could hear the other alicorn growling wolfishly. From the corner of her eye, she could see the way Silver was looking at her… it was as if she was nothing to her, she fucked her like she was nothing but a piece of meat. It pleased her to see the mare enjoying herself, to see her high on her own dominance.
To Violet that was as arousing as the cock pounding into her tight plot. She could already feel the mare’s movements becoming erratic, the rhythm disrupted and her pace all over the place. She knew the feeling of her cock expanding, signalling she was about to get the real reward. “P-please fill me, Mistress!” she cried out with pure unadulterated lust in her voice. Another thing she had been conditioned to do but still deeper down then that she wanted it, badly.
There was no verbal reply but Silver lapped at the bite wound, drawing back to reveal the damage. Were she not an alicorn it would have likely scarred, not that she would have minded if it did. The loud growl from her mistress was accompanied by a hard, brutal thrust, slamming the entire length into her leaving it firmly hilted inside. Violet could feel it flare, its tip well past her cervix. She couldn’t get pregnant and a part of her was genuinely disappointed at that fact... but another part of her, the one that lived in the moment of this brutal rutting just didn’t care.
As the first rope of hot seed shot into her Violate felt oddly invigorated by it, the thick substance radiating a little more than simple warmth. It was then that she realised that as her Mistress’ cock was a magical creation; her seed was therefore a magical residue. It still felt like the real thing though, seemingly never ending sensation of hot ropes of potent seed being pumped into her like she was being bred by a stud intent on receiving a foal for fucking her silly. The sensation pushed her over the edge into her own second climax, making a thick sticky mess of the sheets and her own inner thighs. She could feel more seed flowing into her depths, her body milking the bigger alicorn for all she was worth us it greedily soaked up the faux cum.
Violet was the first one to slump down into a sweat pile of pony, followed not long after by her still climaxing Mistress. The mare who was holding her wrapped in hooves and wings… as if shielding her from everything wrong in the world as they shared in the afterglow this intensely close moment. Mistress and Slave.
******
Laying there in the hooves of her Mistress, bathing in her post orgasmic bliss was... nice. She wasn’t just discarded and left there. Instead she was being held… and held closely at that. She had been uncuffed, and was now snuggling into the other alicorn, nuzzling into her warm chest with it’s steady, strong heartbeat echoing through to her as Silver lightly stroked her back.
Neither mare said a word about what they had just done. Violet’s shoulder had already healed from the radiation she had absorbed that morning leaving nary a trace of the surprisingly deep wound. She was feeling weaker now, most of it already having been spent. Stroking a hoof along Silver’s side just under the wing joint was nice, it was a simple show of affection… but something she had never gotten the chance for in her life before Unity.
Silver was the first to break the silence that had been holding steady for a good half hour now. “You… did well.” Her voice was soft, a low whisper. She didn’t need to speak up with the way she was curled around Violet.
“Thank you, Mistress. And thank you for this.” Violet said, nuzzling more into the soft, warm chest fluff of her Mistress. She felt safe. Safer than she ever had in living memory. Her smile grew as her body was pressed tighter against the mare. Silver was strong, really strong, the possessive way she was being held made her feel even more special.
“You have earned it, slave.” The words were soft and comforting, much like the hooves that held her. “I… I have decided that I will never sell you. And not just because of… what just happened. That was wonderful but... you’re good eye candy.” Violet was pretty sure that Silver was planning to say something entirely different. She didn’t mind the words she used though, she wasn’t going to be sold… she had earned her keep and the privilege to continue serving her new Mistress. That was all she could ever ask for.
Crawling up a little Violet nuzzled into the crook of Silver’s neck, making herself comfortable and enjoying the other mare’s intense warmth. “I won’t disappoint you, Mistress. I promise.” She felt so warm and gooey inside. It was weird but being pressed against the large alicorn was a bliss of a whole new variety. Her eyes became heavy as she let herself down in the scent of her Mistress, not caring that her coat was matted down with sweat and that they both smelled pungently of sex.
The last thing she registered was the blanket being pulled over them both... and a kiss being placed on her forehead, just below the horn. She mumbled something that was meant to be and might have come out as ‘I love you, Mistress’. Then there was blackness and res. never hearing the reply… if there was any. She simply drifted off into an exhausted sleep, filled with vague dreams of happier days to come… all under the paradoxically firm and gentle hoof, of her new Mistress.
Footnote:
Silver Chain
Strength: 9(11)
Perception: 6
Endurance: 9
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 5
Luck: 1
Traits
- Bruiser: Your Strength is increased by +2, but you have 15 less Action Points.
- Large Frame: You gain +50 carry weight, a +10 bonus to attacks when performing Unarmed advanced combat actions, and you take 25% less limb damage (this does not decrease the actual damage taken, but helps prevent crippling of limbs). However, you have a -1 to your initiative and enemies gain a +5% bonus to attacks.
Story Perk: Slaver - Your ownership of Violet Glow opens new dialogue options with ponies, you start off neutral with Slavers, but this can also lead to very… awkward confrontations.
Violet Glow
Strength: 3
Perception: 7
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 10
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 5(6)
Luck: 4
Traits
- Good Natured: Barter, Mechanics, Medicine, Science, Speech and Survival skills increased by +5. Your Battle Saddles, Explosives, Firearms, Magical Energy Weapons, Melee and Unarmed skills decreased by -5
- Small Frame: +1 agility take 25% more limb damage
Story Perk: Slave - You are a slave to Silver Chain. You don’t really know what this means to you yet. Opens unique dialogue options with other ponies.