Fluttershy, Applejack and Big Macintosh are trained to be sex slaves.
When a group of mendicant minstrels come to town, Fluttershy is kidnapped by mistake. When Applejack comes to free her, she ends up being captured as well. Their custodians? Zebra slavers! Whisked away to the capitol, they are made to be servants.
Should the two friends hold onto the hope that Big Macintosh will save them? Should they accept that he's not coming to save them? Or is he already here?
Three days. They had three days once entering Ponyville to collect their target and be on their way. Jaxton took a deep breath and turned back to his accomplices. The wagonload of Zebras looked back up to him.
"We're almost there, watch what you say," he said, placing a hoof to his lips. "But first, a final reminder of our prey."
"Young Cream Heart, she is so named," said Zylah, the group's only female. She was tall and had so many stripes that she appeared to be more black than white. "Cream of coat and auburn maned. Our mission is to capture her, and bring her to heel, that she may serve."
"Our plan is simple, quick and easy," added Malakai. He was tall and muscular, with a slicked back mane. "The execution should be quite breezy. First, we lure her in to listen. Her eyes grow wide, and start to glisten. You sing and play, so starts the din, and that's where I come creeping in. She'll question, yes, but 'fore she asks it, I'll seize her in a soundproof basket. I whisk her to our rendezvous, and then we bid this town adieu."
"Quite well spoken, Malakai," said Kayson, the final zebra in the wagon. He was short and stout. He anxiously tapped his fingers against his drum. "But can you catch her on the fly? If we're spotted by the town, tell me, what's your workaround?"
"We'll have to draw her from the group," replied Malak. "An alleyway out of the loop. With my words, she'll be enraptured. And once we're alone, she will be captured."
"A call for silence will not be heeded," scowled Zylah. "A dart gun maybe will be needed. Kayson, surely you have one? Give it to Malak, should be fun."
Kayson reached into his pack and drew out a small tube for blowing darts. He offered it to Malak, along with four darts. "Don't dare break it, Malakai, it's expensive and in short supply."
"Quiet now," snapped Jaxton. "We're almost there, and we want the citizens unaware."
The cart of zebras rolled into the middle of town, coming to a stop in the main square. Ponies were already starting to gather as Jaxton, Zylah and Kayson started unpacking the cart into a stage. Malakai, however, was tasked with spreading the word around town that a group of travelling zebras had arrived to play music for the next three days. This drew an even larger crowd and allowed him to take a look around the town. More importantly, it gave him a chance to find their employer's safehouse. Upon finding it, he rapped on the door.
A male pegasus answered. "Can I help you?"
"I come here seeking Roaring Thunder," responded Malakai with a bow. "Perchance, could you be him, I wonder?"
"Alright, alright," whispered Thunder, ushering him inside. "Come inside quick, before someone sees you." Malakai quickly entered the building as his host closed the door. "Now, I only have access to this house for a week. After that, the owner comes back. You need to be out of here in three days. That will give me enough time to clean this place up before she comes back."
"Worry not, my winged friend," chuckled Malak. "Your wish is for a quick, clean end. A three day limit for this task has been assigned, you needn't ask. If here too long, it's us they'll finger, so once we're done, we mustn't linger."
"Good, good. I already have a place in mind for that sultry bitch. Her son, Button Mash won't shut up about her. She needs to be mine. If she were waiting on my hand and foot, rather than his, I would be the top gamer in all of Equestria."
"What your reasons are, you needn't say. But now I must be on my way. You wanted her ready to struggle and fight, and so you'll have her, hopefully by tonight. But first, there's one small flaw, you see. For this house, we have no key."
Thunder produced four keys and gave them to Malak. "These will let you through both doors to the house. When you bring her, take her down to the basement. I have rope and duct tape to bind her, and it's simultaneously the most sound-proof area, and the area with the strongest walls, so the damage she can cause is minimal."
"Without a doubt, your plan is stable. I'll nab your quarry as I'm able. With luck, she'll come and see our show. But the hour is late, and I must go."
Malak returned to the main square to find that the crowd of ponies had quadrupled in size. Zylah was practicing her vocal warm-ups while Kayson kept the crowd entertained with a solo drum performance. The only zebra still setting up was Jaxton, who waved Malakai over.
"We're ready for our set to start," whispered Jax from behind the stage. "Tell me that you've done your part."
"A place for us has been acquired," confirmed Malak, presenting the keys. Jax took all but one. "Now subterfuge is what's required. I'll wander the crowd and ask for alms. With luck, they'll eat that right out of my palms."
"Good. Take the basket, do your thing. I'm going to regale them with some strings."
Over the course of the next four hours, Ponies came to watch the show and listen to the exotic music played by the strange guests. During that time, Malak roamed the crowds, keeping an eye out for Cream Heart, but also collecting donations. The large basket he carried on his back was quite conspicuous, and many ponies asked what it was for. They would receive their answer after a donation, when the top compartment would open, and they would be showered with dried flower petals in response to their generosity. What he didn't tell them was that it was specifically chosen to be large enough to fit a mare inside it.
Finally, He spotted her. She was walking with a well-dressed mare with a white coat and purple mane. He walked up to the mare, holding out his begging bowl.
"Maid of hair so smooth and long, dost thou like our exotic song?"
"Yes, it's quite... charming." said the white mare. Malak wasn't convinced by her demeanor. She was clearly only saying what she thought he wanted to hear.
"We pride ourselves on our clarity. Unfortunately, we live only on..." He shook the bowl, the jingling of coins punctuating the word "charity."
The mare reached into her purse and dropped a handful of coins into his bowl. She was quite surprised to suddenly be showered by a small rush of flower petals. While they looked on at the rain of flowers, Malak grabbed Cream's hand. "Such a lovely maiden's grace has given me a happy face. We've been playing all night long, so what are your thoughts on our song?"
"I thought it was really nice," she blushed. "Although, I don't really understand the words..."
"I can help you with that task. You have only but to ask. I'll explain it in detail. With my help, you cannot fail."
She waved for him to follow her. "Would you like to come, too, Rarity?"
"No, thank you," responded the white mare. "I'm afraid I must go home. Busy day tomorrow." Malak could tell by the nervous chuckle that she simply wasn't interested. No matter. She was not his target.
Cream lead Malak away from the crowd, where she would be better able to hear him. Just as Malak was sure that no one else was around, she turned a corner. They were still close enough to hear the music, but far enough as to not be seen by the crowds. He reached down to his hip, loading a dart into the blow tube. As he rounded the corner behind her, he took note that all of the walls facing him at this very moment had neither doors nor windows. This was the perfect spot. Kayson's dart flew out of the end of the tube, propelled by his lungs. A moment later, she had stumbled to the ground. He quickly set to work loading her into the basket. He ran into some trouble fitting her in, but eventually managed to cram her body into the basket. He really wished that Rolling Thunder had mentioned that she had wings.
Hours later, under cover of night, the basket containing the mare was carried into Thunder's friend's house and she was let out into the basement. She was instantly bound by the combined efforts of Malak and Kayson, a necessary step because she had awoken.
"Now that I see her in the light, something doesn't seem quite right." Malak rubbed his eyes. "Yellow coat and strawberry mane, I think the moonlight's deceived us again."
"It was rather dark out there," added Jax. "It seems we've captured the wrong mare. Lock her in the basement, then. Tomorrow night, we'll try again."
"You said you were professionals!" shouted Thunder. "You promised me Cream Heart!"
"Calm yourself," said Jax, holding up a hand to stop him. "Don't ruffle your feathers. A mistake was made that we'll just have to weather. We promised we'd take her, did we not? We still have two days, or so I thought?"
"Still," added Zylah, "we can't let this one roam about. If she talks, all five of us will be found out. We're in this together, we all have to fear. So until we are finished, we'll tie her up here. When we leave, we'll dispose of her, after we succeed. Until then she stays hidden. Are we agreed?"
It was their second evening in Ponyville, and they were running out of time. To make matters worse, guards were patrolling the crowd tonight. If Cream Heart showed up, they would have trouble spiriting her away. Nevertheless, Malak patrolled with the guards, keeping his eyes out for her. She didn't show up, likely because she had little interest in zebra music. It wasn't exactly common around here. It's likely that she was safe at her home, resting easily. After the show, The zebras all packed up their cart. As they returned to their safehouse empty-handed, Thunder was furious.
"You promised me results!" he yelled. "You assured me that you would have Cream Heart in my grasp, and what have you brought me so far!? One mare that means NOTHING to me, and naught else!"
"Settle down," said Kayson, gesturing with his hands. "We still have time. For us, this is an uphill climb. Our first plan had success secured. But alas, it failed, and she won't be lured."
Jaxton stood up. "The night is young, there's much ahead. What say we take her from her bed?"
"I thought that's what you were going to do originally?" growled Thunder. "Why didn't you start off with that plan?"
"Subtlety's the way to go," answered Malak. "What ponies don't see, they'll never know. But now our plan is under stress. So tell us, have you her address?"
***
Malakai and Jaxton made their way through the back alleys of Ponyville. It was almost two in the morning, so almost everyone was asleep. They found the house that was allegedly where Cream Heart lived, a dark blue two-story with a slate roof and plastic siding. Malak set down the basket near the rubbish bins as Jax climbed a trellis. Looking through the windows, he eventually found the sleeping silhouette of Cream Heart. With a confirmation nod to his partner, he tried to slide the window open slowly, but it wouldn't budge. He pushed harder, but still nothing. He jerked so hard that he fell off the trellis, his knees banging against the exterior wall. As he pulled himself up to the window, he saw that his commotion had awoken her. As she took a deep breath to shout out, her bedroom door swung open. There stood Malak, Kayson's dart gun in his hands. In the next moment, a red bundle of feathers was sticking out of Cream's neck, and she slumped over. Malak rushed to the window and unlocked it, sliding it open.
"How did you enter before I could?" asked Jax. "That door was made of steel, not wood."
"An entry we need not concoct, when ponies leave their doors unlocked." He helped to pull Jax in. "Softly, now. Her child sleeps. Tie her up quietly, not another peep."
The two had her tied up and out the door in less than a minute. Into the basket she went, and then onto Malak's back. Jax went back inside to clean up any mess they might have made, as well as set up a scene that would seem to indicate that she had run off and abandoned her child.
When Malak returned alone, Thunder raised an eyebrow. "Where's the other guy?"
"Jax had to stay and clean our mess, but rest assured, we have your guest." Malak opened the basket and dumped Cream Heart's limp body onto the living room floor.
"Yes!" shouted Thunder, performing a celebratory fist pump. "This is exactly her. You have more than earned your payment." He rubbed his hands together with villainous glee. "Let's see how strong Button's boasting is now."
"Again, you needn't tell us why," said Malak, sitting down on the couch he would be sleeping on. "We do the job, and away we fly."
"But you don't fly," responded Thunder. "You don't have wings."
"In this case, to fly is to flee," he yawned. "I'm tired now, please leave me be..." Malak rolled over and soon fell asleep.
"I certainly will," smiled Thunder, tossing Cream's form over his shoulder. "I'll just be downstairs, having fun with my new toy..."
At the end of the next day, after their final performance, the zebras packed up. Rather than just cramming their belongings into their cart to be unloaded the next day, they were packing everything up for their long journey home. Their extra mare had been sealed tightly in a secret compartment beneath them as they performed their set, and they planned to open her mouth as soon as they were out of view of the city. However, their plans were interrupted as they passed the city limits. A rather angry-looking orange mare with a golden mane began to chase them down, yelling for them to stop.
"Speed, milord, we must make haste!" shouted Kayson. "A local yokel has no taste. She likely finds our sound quite bad. Hurry, now, she's very mad!"
Jax cracked the reigns, driving the wagon to a higher speed. The mare continued to chase them, picking up rocks and throwing them, all the while yelling for them to stop. Again, Jax increased his speed, but the mare was relentless. As a rock landed squarely on Zylah's face, Malakai decided that he'd had enough of her. Looking around to make sure they wouldn't be spotted, he loaded a dart into Kayson's blowgun.
"Slow it down, let her catch us," he said softly to Jax. "I can keep her from making a fuss."
Jax slowed, and the mare approached. As she leaped into the back of the wagon, Malak launched a dart into her neck. She began to feel dizzy, but her rage burned on. "I know you have Fluttershy!" she yelled, swinging her fists at anyone she could reach. Kayson was busied with trying to grab hold of her, while Zylah was distracted by trying to remove herself from the mare's reach. Malak wasted no time in loading his final dart into the pipe. He took aim and fired again. This one hit her chest, and before long, she was out cold.
Jax once more picked up speed, trying to create as much distance between their cart and the town as possible before anyone could realize that she was missing, too. When he was content with their gap, he slowed down, and the wagon settled down and stopped bouncing around so much.
Jax turned back to his accomplices. "Tie her up, have her limbs bound and gag her I don't want to hear a sound." The trio immediately set to work, making sure the knots were extra tight and ensuring that she could not move. As she was being tied up, Kayson inadvertently lifted one of her legs without also lifting the other. Her skirt fell open, giving Jax a good view of her blue and white striped panties. Suddenly, he knew what use he would have for his two new prisoners. "I rather like her derriere. Put her with the pegasus mare."
Malak opened the secret compartment where Fluttershy lay. As her eyes adjusted to the light, Applejack's flaccid body was dumped on top of her. Just as quickly as it had opened, the door was shut again, and she was bathed once more in darkness.
"The new plan is quite practical," chuckled Jax, resuming their motion. "We'll take them to the capitol. Train them in the harem art. Don't you think that plan is smart?"
"The slave trade, really?" questioned Zylah, holding her bloodied nose. "That's your best? They spend their days exposing breasts? That's fine for the winged one, but the big one, no. I deserve some fun. Give her to me, I'll make her shout until her fight has all run out."
"You're just upset she hit your face," chided Kayson. "Your last slave was an utter disgrace. She cried and complained at every chance, and you think you can make this demon dance?"
"Your one to talk, you striped quack," scowled Malak. "Your last attempt wouldn't get off her back. She lounged around the couch all day 'til Jax came to do it the right way."
"We're all aware that I'm the best," said Jax. "But Malak, you've not been brought to test. Why don't you take the feathered one and try to make her come undone?"
"You honor me," smiled Malak. "I will not fail. She will not whine, lament or wail. I promise you, she'll pass the test. Now, after that fight, we've earned a rest."
The trio in the back sat comfortably in their wagon, drinking and making jokes as Jax steered them homeward. They had a new job to do.
Shortly after passing the border into zebra territory, the wagon came to a stop. They had pulled off to the side of the road. It was nearly sunset, and that meant that it was time to stop for the night. They set up a small encampment and put together a fire from the nearby collection of dead fall. Three tarpaulins went up to serve as coverings. Two were left open on the side facing the fire pit, the third stayed closed. As the fire settled from a roar to a cackle, the two Equestrian girls were pulled from their prison. Their clothing was soaked with urine, as they had been unable to move for a day and a half. They were set near the fire, next to the closed tent.
The tape covering the mouth of the larger mare came off first. "Untie us at once!" she shouted, struggling against her ropes. "You can't keep us tied up like this! We have rights!"
Jax smacked her hard across the face, knocking her to the ground. "Shut your mouth, don't be so loud. You'll find that behaviour disallowed. By order of our dear physician," he gestured toward Kayson. "We've deigned for you a more comfortable position. Now, if your body you wish to save, you'll sit quietly as we fix your binding, slave."
"I ain't nobody's slave, you stripey-ass bastard! Come over here and fight me like a man!"
"I see our words fall on deaf ears. Very well, make real your fears." Jax struck her again and once more sealed her mouth shut with tape. A difficult task, considering that she wouldn't stop screaming and biting. Alas, the zebras outnumbered her, and she was left tied in a more space-saving position and tied to stakes in the ground that would keep her from falling over and rolling away.
Once they were done with her, Malak pulled the tape from the smaller mare's mouth. "I assure you, this is not a dream. But things are not what they may seem. We know that terror's what you feel. Can you put that aside for the sake of a meal?"
Fluttershy's stomach growled loudly. She hadn't eaten for two days. She'd seen Applejack be struck down, and didn't want to suffer the same fate. Without a word, she nodded. Malak smiled and unbound her wrists. slowly, she stretched her arms out, not wanting to seem aggressive or flighty. Her joints ached from being in such a compromising position for so long. While she was flexing her sore muscles, she was made to remove her wet shirt, as well as her pink, lacy bra. After a few minutes, her wrists were bound once more, but this time they were in front of her, rather than behind. Next came her legs. she was allowed to stand as they came unbound. She thought about running, but a cursory look around confirmed that there was nobody around for miles. They would catch her.
"Off with the pants, they need to dry, too," said Malak, hanging her clothes on a line near the fire. "We can't have you in wet clothes, you'll catch the flu."
Fluttershy nodded. Her hands shook as she undid the fastener for her jeans and slid them down her hips. she could go no further, as her wrists were bound, and she looked up at Malak, not knowing how to proceed. He came over to her and knelt down. After tousling her mane, his hands went to her hips. His fingers slipped inside the waistband of her panties, and in one smooth motion, he ran his hands down her legs, gently caressing her curves, until her pants were around her ankles. As she stepped out of her wet clothes, her face glowing with embarrassment, her friend was fuming. She had seen it all, as her position had been made specifically so that she would be watching.
After Malak hung up her clothing to dry, he bound her ankles loosely. Her wings had not come unbound at all. She could neither walk nor fly, but she could choose her sitting position. While most of her zebra captors would have enjoyed her sitting cross-legged with her knees open, she decided that she would prefer her knees together, hiding her more sensitive areas. As the kettle over the fire came to a boil, Kayson removed it and tossed in a sachet of herbs. He was in the mood for some tea. Fluttershy was given a small wooden cup, and before long, she was nervously sipping tea with the zebras.
"Can I ask a question?" she asked, turning all eyes towards her. Malak nodded and gestured for her to go ahead. "Why are you doing this to us? What'd we do to deserve this?"
"It was 'wrong place, wrong time' in your case," chuckled Zylah. "You were a mistake, and brought us disgrace. We had to dispose of you, of that there's no doubt. But killing you? That we could do without. On the other hand, we have your friend because she rained rocks down on us without end. She chased us down leapt aboard, so we decided we'd add her to our horde."
Malak finished his drink. "That said, there's no need to be rough. You'll bring down our wrath by acting tough. If you do just as we say, you'll be treated in a gentle way. But if you choose the defiant path," He flicked open his knife and pointed the tip at her. "You will feel your master's wrath." Fluttershy swallowed hard. She looked over at Applejack, who was struggling to escape her bonds.
Jax smiled sadistically as he stood up. "It seems she thinks are words are trash." He walked over to the wagon and pulled out a leather whip. He gave it a few cracks in the air before he came up behind her. "Let us see how she finds the lash." With a loud crack, a sharp pain shot through the bound mare's body as the whip slid across her shoulders and wrists. Another ran across her lower back, and a third one exclusively across her shoulders. She screamed out through the gag, as tears welled up behind her eyelids, which were sealed tightly. As her writhing came to a stop, her only movement was that of heavy breathing.
"That doesn't have to be your fate," smiled Malak. "Please us, and your hunger we'll sate. Speaking of, come and sit with me. I'll keep my promise of feeding you, see?" He produced an apple from a crate of food that he's pulled from the wagon while setting up camp. Fluttershy knelt down on her elbows and knees, crawling her way over to Malak. Though they all seemed cruel, Malak seemed to be the nicest one thus far. If she could trust any of them, it would be him. Using the knife he had pulled out earlier, Malak cut off chunks of the apple, feeding them to her one at a time. She would have told him that she could eat the apple herself, but she didn't like the idea of being whipped. If it could bring Applejack to tears, it must have hurt a lot.
She had eaten two apples and a banana before she spoke again. "Can I go feed Applejack? She hasn't eaten or had anything to drink this whole time. I don't mean to complain, but I'm worried about her health."
Malak opened his mouth, but it was Jax who responded. "Your dear friend hasn't earned her food. However, I'm in a giving mood. Open her shirt and expose her chest, and with a drink she will be blessed." Fluttershy was shocked by this order, but not as much as Applejack was.
"You... You want me to show you her boobs?"
Jax nodded. "Also, if she will stay quiet, I would then resume her diet. Be warned, though, my gift may yet turn sour. The choice is yours, my little flower."
Fluttershy sat for a moment. She didn't want to expose Applejack's breasts, but she didn't want her to starve, either. She nodded, and held out her open hands to Malak. He dropped a single apple into it, and she crawled her way over to where Applejack was. As she began loosening the buttons on her friend's shirt, Applejack shook her head and mumbled through the gag. "I'm sorry, Applejack. But I can't let you starve." Pulling open Applejack's shirt, she slid her soft hands into her bra and lifted out the mammaries for all to see. She looked back to Jax, who gave an approving nod. With that, Fluttershy slowly pulled the gag off of Applejack's mouth. "Please don't shout," she whispered. "I need you, AJ."
Applejack was too embarrassed to speak. Tears washed down her face as Fluttershy fed her. When the first apple was gone, she brought back another, and then another. She was also allowed a canteen to bring over water to keep her hydrated. After the third apple, Malak refused to give her more. Instead, he just bound her limbs together once more so that she couldn't crawl anymore.
"You've been rather well-behaved. I think you'll be a respectable slave. But now the hour grows dark and late, so your mobility I must confiscate. Your friend will go into her tent, but for you, I think the rules can be bent. So I have to be sure you're bound up tight, as you'll be sleeping in my bed tonight."
This reignited Applejack's rage. "That's sick! You can't sleep with her! She didn't give her consent!" She was once again silenced by Jax slapping her with the back of his hand, though her bindings kept her from falling over this time.
"I daresay, you are rather spoiled," he said, gagging her once more. "Worry not, she won't be soiled. But listen. As you grow more heated, the worse she'll see that you are treated. Can you not just shut your hole, and spare her from a damaged soul?" Applejack looked to Fluttershy. In the dying light of the fire, she could see the fear in her eyes, a sight that caused her more pain than the lashings had. "Keep your tongue from coming loose, or else I'll give it a different use."
Fluttershy was uneasy. She'd only barely slept. Malak's muscular arms had held her tightly all through the night, keeping her from wriggling away. She wouldn't have minded so much if she was allowed to wear her clothes and the arms holding her were familiar, but a strange stallion was caressing her exposed chest. At least he was wearing his own clothes, she thought. Things would be significantly worse if both of them were in the nude.
Her eyes shot open as she heard the clank of cast iron against wood. From over Zylah's shoulder, she could see Kayson moving around the fire pit in the dim light of dawn. He knelt down, dropping from her view. She heard a light scraping sound, followed by a soft crackling. He stood back up, now better illuminated by the light of the fire.
"You should not yet be awake," he said, looking right into her eyes. "I hope you're rested, for your own sake."
She somehow managed to sit up and shake her head. "I couldn't stay asleep. I'm really scared."
Kayson smiled and walked over to her. He lifted her over Zylah and set her down next to the fire. "Calm your fears, my little pony. Soon, you'll see that they're quite phony. If you're good, a pleasant life will be all yours, free of strife."
"Promise?"
He nodded. "It will be as you saw last night. Don't tell me you've forgot that sight?"
She shivered and shook her head. "That's what frightened me. I had nightmares about it."
"Perhaps if Malak hears you weep, he'll help you with your lack of sleep. If, by chance, he is inspired, he'll be sure to make you tired."
"I don't really remember your names. I only just heard them a few times last night. You're Jax, right?"
Kayson let out a laugh, a bit louder than he was intending. "No, my dear, that is not me. Kayson's the name. Jax is he." He pointed to Jax, who was still sleeping in his own tent, which he had shared with Kayson that night. "Zylah is the only mare in our group. She's over there." He indicated the tent where Applebloom had slept. "Malak's on the other side. He is going to be your guide."
"My guide?" Fluttershy was confused. "What do I need a guide for?"
"You are untrained, your biggest flaw. You're to do what your master says, by law. You're to be his newest slave. He'll treat you well, if you behave."
"A slave?" she asked. "Doesn't that mean I work for no pay and I'm kept in horrible conditions?"
"If you do all that he asks, no matter what the scale of task, he will treat you with respect. I hope your attitude will reflect. That said, you're under his ownership. Try to leave, or make a slip, he has the right to punish you." He leaned in closely, making her even more uncomfortable. "So take care in all that you do. He can sell you if he so desires, when his interest in you expires. Your next master might not be so kind. Like Jax, who would whip your behind."
She shivered again at the thought of the whip. The cracks it made as it lashed across Applejack's back still echoed in her head. "Is he going to be guiding Applejack, too?"
With the fire now where he wanted it, Kayson set up a small grate, on top of which he placed a cast-iron skillet. "Applejack will be set aside, until our rules she can abide. If she cannot, then Jax will come and beat her ass until it's numb. She belongs to him alone. His skill so sharp, he needn't hone. He will bring her to her knees, begging for a cock to please. When he hears that line spoken, he will know that she is broken. Then he'll put her back together, And that's a skill he'll never weather."
"So I'll never see Applejack again?"
"If your owners see it fit, then in her presence you will sit."
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After a breakfast of eggs and toast, the Zebras packed up the camp. Fluttershy was given an opportunity to relieve her bladder before being loaded in, but Applejack was afforded no such luxury. After the fire was put out, Zylah tossed Applejack into the compartment, but Malak stopped her from doing the same to Fluttershy. As he slipped her into her panties and bra, now dry, he asked her what her riding preference was.
"Since you have performed so well, my hope for your stability swells. As you now are in my service, I'd like you to be less nervous. If you wish to ride above, or below with your friend, tightly shoved. This is the choice you have to make. Hurry, you haven't much time to take."
Fluttershy thought hard. If Kayson was right, it would be a long time before she saw Applejack again, if ever. Riding below might be the last time they ever spent together. On the other hand, if they could stay together, riding up top would give her a view of the countryside. Malak seemed nice. If he would let her visit her friend, maybe Applejack could bust them out. Then she could recall the path that lead them into the city, and use that knowledge to lead them back to this spot. That's one step closer to home.
"I want to ride in the wagon with you."
Hearing these words, Applejack's heart skipped a beat. She didn't want to be alone. Fluttershy was all the comfort she had now. She was the strong one, she was supposed to protect her friends from their captor's corruption. But Fluttershy had made her choice. As the door swung closed, she began to weep softly.
As the wagon started to move, Fluttershy knelt between Malak's knees, as she had been instructed. She looked up at him, and he looked back, smiling as if this were a pleasant experience. For him, it was. He reached down and caressed her cheek, directing her face to press against the interior of his thigh. She maintained this position for a few minutes, then lifted her chin so as to rest on his leg. This gave her a decent view behind them as the clearing they had camped in grew smaller and smaller in the distance. The zebras talked among themselves, but Fluttershy wasn't listening. She was focused on the road.
Soon, she lost her concentration, and her mind began to wander. She worried that her animal friends would starve without her around. She wondered if her other friends were out looking for her. While Applejack was capable of worrying about her own family, Fluttershy took it upon herself to think about what must be going through Big Mac's mind at this very moment. And of course, poor Apple Bloom...
Tears began to flow down her cheeks as the dread set in. She pressed her face against Malak's leg. Her breathing became irregular and laboured. But she couldn't bring herself to make a sound. A strong hand gently began to rub her shoulder, and Malak pulled her up into his lap. Before long, she could hear Zylah singing softly to her, with Kayson accompanying her with a soft drumbeat. She felt a chunk of something wooden against her back as Malak let go of her, and a lute joined in. Malak wasn't as skilled with the instrument As Jaxton, but he was decent enough to calm her down.
When her breathing finally normalized, Malakai gently shook her shoulder and pointed out of the front of the wagon. "The capitol can now be seen. Gaze upon it's lustrous sheen." Fluttershy looked up. It was a fairly large city, surrounded by yellow plains of wheat and red-violet fields of amaranth. In the distance, she could see fields of corn, orchards full of trees she didn't recognize, and a plant that she swore she'd seen before, but couldn't name. As the wagon neared the fields, she could hear a choir of pony voices singing together. Numerous ponies with stripes painted on their backs worked the fields, seeming to be perfectly content to do so. In fact, they were smiling, and their song was joyous.
"What's that song they're singing?"
"They sing a song of harvests past, confident that our stores will last. You can learn it, too, and then I might just let you farm with them. But first, before you're able to roam, you must settle in to your new home." Fluttershy nodded in response to Malak's words. Whether temporary or permanent, this would be her new home for awhile. She may as well adjust to it. She'd be no use to Applejack if she didn't at least learn her way around. For her friend beneath the wagon, she would brave the terror of this existence.
Big Macintosh wiped the sweat from his brow as he stood up. Applejack's boot prints ended here. They went no further, nor did they go back. At this exact point, she had boarded a vehicle. Judging by the most recent tracks, a wagon. She had been telling him that she was sure Fluttershy had been kidnapped by the zebras that had come to town, and the tracks that lead away from this spot were headed in the direction of zebra territory.
He turned around. "She's been taken, too. Zebras, I reckon." He approached Granny, who was now in tears. As he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, he whispered into her ear. "I'm gonna go bring them back. Don't you worry, Granny." He gave her a peck on the cheek, then turned and strolled down the road. "In the meantime, Why don't you ask cousins Braeburn and Cosmic Crisp to come help out? Goodness knows you'll need an extra hand with Applejack and I gone."
He looked down at Applejack's stetson in his hand. She'd never leave this behind. Not unless she had no choice. Pulling it down atop his brow, he set out for the zebra kingdom armed only with a hatchet and a knife. He wasn't one to take a violent stance, but he was not coming back without his sister.
Fluttershy could hardly believe her eyes. Malak had moved to the back of the wagon with her, allowing her to see the city as it passed. The buildings were all simple structures with very little decoration, but every one of them felt unique. Whether it was the plants literally growing out of the walls or the tribal masks that hung over every door, she felt that she could easily tell the difference between every building, despite the fact that they were all exactly the same shade of brown.
Well, not every building. They soon entered a commerce district, where the buildings became grander in scale. Whereas many of the houses thus far had all been small, one-story buildings, these rose up to two stories, or in some rare cases, three. While they certainly seemed to be reserved for commerce, she saw no signs on the buildings. How did the zebras know what was being sold where?
The answer came to her as the wagon rounded a corner, and she was met with the dull roar of a large open-air market. She saw that ponies were coming out of the buildings with crates and dropping them off at covered stands. It reminded her of the weekly farmer's market that took place in Ponyville's main square, but these stands were selling more than just produce. Clothing, dried goods, kitchen equipment and leather works were all things she saw. She wished Applejack could see this, as it might have alleviated some of her anger. A small amount, at least.
Just as they exited the commercial area, the wagon came to a stop. Fluttershy could hear Jaxton talking with two other zebra stallions, but she found that she couldn't pay attention to it, as she looked upon the zebra king's palace. Through a simple wrought iron fence, there was a long, open garden, currently being tended by ponies, presumably slaves. Beyond the garden, a tall stone staircase curved up to the second floor, where there was no door, only a series of archways. While the center only seemed to be two stories, the building grew taller as it moved outward, culminating at what must be four stories tall. And that wasn't counting the multitudes of towers that seemed to be placed all over. These towers were unlike any she had ever seen before. They were fairly thin from the bottom to the middle, then began to flare outward as they rose. The rooms at the tops of these towers must have been larger than some of the houses she'd seen on the way in. The wagon resumed its movement, and the palace disappeared behind another building.
It seemed as though the Zebras that had stopped the wagon a moment ago were following them. They wore very little in the way of clothing. From their knees to their ankles was a set of fur-lined boots, with carved wooden plates on the outside. Above that was a simple tasset made from the skin of some reptile Fluttershy didn't recognize. Across their chests was a cross of belts, holding their wooden pauldrons in place , as well as allowing them to mount their very tall shields on their backs. Only their right forearms were armored, in the same manner as their feet. Their weapons all seemed to be hand-carved from wood, with the grips being made from woven leather strips. The only metal they wore were their simple helmets, which only covered the tops and backs of their heads. Fluttershy wondered if the zebras really went to battle dressed like this, or if it was only for decoration.
Once again in a residential area, the wagon came to a stop. Malak stood up and leaped out of the back of the wagon, offering his hand to Fluttershy to assist her in disembarking. She gladly took his hand and hopped down. As her legs were still bound from the trip, she didn't land so gracefully, but Malak was there to steady her. "Is this our destination?" she asked.
"The king is gracing us with his presence. I expect you to be a picture of pleasance." Malak made sure that she would stay close to him by grabbing hold of her still bound wings. Zylah and Kayson had unloaded Applejack, who was still bound and gagged. As Jaxton came to the back of the wagon, a well-dressed zebra stallion came around the other side. Malak, Zylah, Kayson, and the two guards knelt before him, and Fluttershy was pulled down to her knees by Malak's grip. As Fluttershy was wondering why Jax didn't need to kneel, she saw him walk up and hug the well-dressed stallion.
"Jax, my nephew, good to see that you saw fit to visit me," laughed the stallion.
"Uncle Hasani, you've gained weight," responded Jax with a smile. "Eating extra meals of late?"
"What can I say? The cook you trained ends his days completely drained. But enough about me, where have you been? Off collecting slaves again?"
"These two were accidents, rest assured. Untrained thus far, but that will soon be cured."
Applejack struggled in her bonds as King Hasani lowered himself to look her in the eye. "What is this one's name, I wonder?" He pulled back the tape, releasing her mouth. Applejack showed her gratitude for this situation by spitting in the king's face. This caused the guards to draw their weapons, but stepped back as King Hasani held up a hoof. "Jax will punish her for this blunder."
Jax put the tape back across Applejack's mouth as he nodded to the guards, who then put away their weapons. "This one is a special case. She doesn't want to learn her place. But a patient zebra's what I am. I'll train her no matter how long the plan."
"And what of her? She looks quite tame." The king brought Fluttershy's face up to look at his. "Tell me, flower, what's your name?"
"I... I'm Fluttershy?" she replied weakly.
"You don't seem so very certain. Is this question such a burden?"
She couldn't move. She was terrified that she would offend him with her answer. He was the king, after all. With a snap from his fingers, she could be imprisoned in a dungeon. Then there would be no hope of going home with Applejack. Even the slim hope she was still holding onto was better than nothing. She closed her eyes, trembling.
"Milord, if I may interject?" asked Malak. The king nodded and he stood with her. "She wishes to herself protect. At the moment, she's rather scared, as you've asked while she's unprepared. Given some time, I'm sure she'll adjust. In that, you can surely trust."
"Very well," responded King Hasani. "A month I'll give. If by then, she wants to live outside the dungeon without shame, I trust by then she'll know her name."
Malak nodded. With a smile, the king strode off with Jax and the two guards in tow. Malak tossed Fluttershy over his shoulder and carried her down the road. She opened her eyes and saw that Zylah and Kayson were taking Applejack into the house they were standing in front of, while Malak seemed to be taking her somewhere different. She still didn't have her outerwear, as it was still in the wagon. She wondered how long it would be before she would see Applejack again.
Malak's home was only a few blocks away. The late afternoon sun illuminated brightly the mask that hung over the entrance. It wasn't particularly colorful, being mostly blue and white, but it did have horns and furs as accents. Seeing the animal skins without animals inside of them sent a chill down Fluttershy's spine as Malak carried her through the door.
"Master Malakai!" called a slender, dark blue mare as she came in from the kitchen. She wore her light green mane in short, tight braids, and she was dressed in a maid outfit that was a size too small. "I was wondering when you would come home." She gave him a tight hug, which he reciprocated with his one free arm.
"Nightshade, my most favourite maid," responded Malak. "'Twas kind of you to lend your aid. Before you return to your true home, tell me, how is my Jerome?"
The pony stepped back, and her expression of joy melted into a somber one. "He's rather irritable of late, Master Malak. He bit me yesterday as I tried to feed him." She held up her hand, showing a bandage wrapped around her wrist. Malak brought it up to his face, giving the bandage a gentle kiss, causing Nightshade to blush. "He should be recovering soon, though. It's not anything serious, it's just that time again."
"Ah. I should have known that would be soon. I think it's been about five moons."
"Excuse me," interrupted Fluttershy. "I don't mean to be rude, but who's Jerome?"
"Jerome is my lovely pet," answered Malak. "You're not going to meet him yet. First, your stench is rather sour. I think you could use a shower."
Fluttershy was very much in agreement with the idea of bathing. Her fur was matted down by not just her own sweat and urine, but Applejack's as well. "I would be very appreciative of a shower right now."
"Shall I fetch you fresh towels and clothing, Master Malak?" asked Nightshade. Malak nodded in response and carried Fluttershy off toward the bathroom as Nightshade ran off in another direction.
"Is she one of your slaves, too?"
"Nightshade is my brother's mare," chuckled Malak. "But it's for me she really cares. I don't really feel the same, but a pleasant friendship we maintain. She watched Jerome while I was gone, watered the plants and trimmed the lawn."
"So will she be around often? How often should I be seeing her?"
Malak set Fluttershy down on a stool and began untying her wrists. "If you don't want to be alone, then smile. She'll be coming by every once in a while." Once her wrists were separated, they were secured one by one to the curtain rod in the shower, preventing her from leaving. While he was doing so, he slipped off her bra and tossed it aside. He did the same for her panties as he secured her ankles with a spreader bar. With her securely in place, he finally took the bindings off of her wings. She began to stretch them out and gave them a few flaps. They had become so stiff that moving them sent a wave of relief through her body.
She was so relieved by the feeling of her wings flapping that she closed her eyes. She let out tiny moans with every flap. She couldn't give full, heavy flaps at the moment, but enough to blow a gentle breeze about the room. As she heard the faucet turn on, she opened her eyes again. Her face turned as pink as her mane when she saw Malak. She'd been so occupied by her wings that she didn't hear him undressing. He stood in front of her, clad in nothing but the water streaming down his chest. Fluttershy did her best to keep her eyes above his waist.
"I have fresh towels and loungewear," said Nightshade as she entered the room. Fluttershy immediately tried to cover herself with her wings. "I'm going to need you to move those wings, miss..."
"I-I'm Fluttershy. Why do you n-need me to move my w-w-wings?"
"I need your measurements, sweety," responded Nightshade. "Unless you want to parade around town completely naked, that is..."
"Her undergarments are on the floor," responded Malak. "Just take those and bring back more." Nightshade nodded as she left the room with Fluttershy's dirty laundry. Malak approached Fluttershy and pulled her wing open, spraying down her shoulders with the showerhead. "It's unflattering, the way you hide your chest. I think you have magnificent breasts." To emphasize his words, he reached forward, gently rubbing at her bosom.
She tensed up at the unwanted touch. "I can clean myself, if you don't want to go through the trouble," she said, hoping to convince him to leave the touching for later. "If you unbind my hands, I promise I won't run away."
"This isn't a plot to take advantage, I have to make sure you have no damage. Still, you are a buxom lass." He ran his hands round her breasts, squeezing them gently. When he was happy with what he felt, his hands gently slid down her abdomen and caressed her hips. "Your boobs are fine, but how's your ass?" Fluttershy squeezed her eyes closed as Malak walked around behind her, running his fingers along her clenched butt cheeks. "I know you don't want to listen to a pervert, but you must relax, or this will hurt." He pushed her tail aside, meeting some resistance. He met even more resistance as his fingers wormed their way into her crevice. Much to her chagrin, he managed to pull her buttocks apart, displaying her anus. As his middle finger was shoved inside to gauge its tightness, she let out a yelp and flapped her wings violently.
"Please, no!" she shouted, desperately trying to pull away. "Anything but that!"
Malak responded to her behaviour by swatting her across the arse with the back of his hand. "Let's be clear about where you stand. You're not allowed to make demands. If I want to feel what you're like inside, you should relax and enjoy the ride. You'll eventually have to take my dick, so it's better for you if you learn this quick." He spanked her again, this time on the other side. She began to cry as she tentatively lifted her tail out of the way. "That's better. Now relax a bit. I'm not a stallion who likes to hit." Once more he shoved a finger up inside of her. She yelped and bit her lip, but was focusing on not trying to push him out. He didn't stay in for very long, just enough for a cursory probe. He was back out again before a minute had even passed. As his other hand moved around her hips and his fingers pulled apart her labia, she tensed up again.
"I'm really sorry, but could you not go in... that one?" She was shaking a lot. "It's just, I've never... been with a stallion before..."
"You've never allowed a penile excursion?" He laughed. "I should have guessed that you're a virgin. At your age, that's very rare. Perhaps I ought to keep you there." He continued his inspection, and when he was done, he began to lather her up with soap. As he washed her, he rubbed his body up against hers, and she could feel his girthy member against her thighs. She wasn't looking forward to having to take his shaft inside of her. Unfortunately, she didn't have much of a choice. At least he was good enough to clean her. She wondered if Jax would afford Applejack a bath. She wouldn't be able to ask for quite some time, so all she could do was wonder. She hoped that he wouldn't be too rough with her...
Applejack took several deep breaths. She had been dumped unceremoniously into a bathtub and had been lying there for the last two hours. Every muscle in her body ached from being unable to move. Still, the tub was stationary, at least. The ride in the wagon had her jostling around uncomfortably all day. This was the closest she had been to relaxing since she had left Ponyville.
Suddenly, the door swung open and the lights came on. Jax was standing in the doorframe, a smirk on his face and a leather bag in his hand. Closing the door behind him, he walked over to where she lay and sat down on the rim of the tub, placing his bag on the counter. "Let us now remove that tape, and see how much you need reshaped." In one motion, he grasped the corner of the tape and ripped it from her face, causing her a great deal of pain for a moment.
"Son of a whore!" she shouted out, clearly discomforted by the sudden stinging. Jax grabbed her by the jaw and inspected her face, taking note of the slight bruise he had left when he had struck her the previous night. "Where's Fluttershy? Tell me where she is!"
Jax dropped her back into the tub. Her shoulder hit the rim with a dull thud, causing a small shockwave of pain through her body. It shouldn't have hurt that much, she thought to herself as Jax began to rifle through his bag. "Don't fear for her, she's not gone far. You should be worried about where you are. She now belongs to Malakai, and he's a lot easier than I. I doubt he even has the guts to crack a whip across her butt. But I'm a much more ruthless master." He pulled out a long, sharp knife with a concave blade. "I'd ask you to strip, but this will be faster."
He pinned her down with his foot and brought the knife down to her waist. As her view was blocked by his leg, she couldn't see what he was doing, she could only feel a sliver of cold steel sliding along her abdomen. she could hear a ripping sound as her skin began to buckle and ripple. He really was a ruthless, violent stallion. She shivered as she felt her breasts fall away from each other.
"There, a much more pleasant view." Jax Rolled her onto one side. She looked down and saw that he had not been cutting her, but rather her shirt and bra. "By the way, this isn't me punishing you. You assaulted my uncle, king of this land. That behaviour will not stand." He proceeded to cut open her sleeves as well. Once he had sufficiently destroyed her clothing, he pulled it away. He did the same for her pants, but left her panties on for now. "It'll be over with quickly if you comply. But I've no issue with making you cry. You can choose to cooperate, or you can fight. I have nowhere to be tonight."
Applejack seethed for a bit. She had no intention of ever doing what this zebra bastard wanted. She would withstand any pain he could throw at her. She was the pinnacle of resilience, stoic as the earth itself. However, this zebra was testing her strength. Given enough force, even stone would shatter, and he seemed to be quite tenacious and patient. Besides, he seemed to want her alive. He wouldn't kill her, but he would probably be okay with himself if he made her beg for death. She decided it best to give him a small victory now, so that he might ease up a bit. She gritted her teeth and nodded.
He rolled her onto her stomach, pinning her down with his knee as he unbound her ankles and knees. She stretched out her legs, feeling the tension release from her muscles. It felt very pleasant, compared to her previous position. Just as she felt her strength returning, she heard a loud click, and felt the cold grip of a steel shackle being secured to her right ankle. She tried to look behind her, but couldn't, as her shoulder was pinned to the floor. Before she could protest, a second shackle was secured to her left ankle. "What are those for!?" she demanded.
"That is how you'll be secured. It means you'll have to keep your word." Another click was heard as he fastened one of her ankles to a small eyelet in one corner of the tub. Her other leg was twisted and contorted painfully so that it could lock in with another eyelet on the opposite side. Only now did he untie her wrists. They, too were shackled as he pulled her up by her mane to a standing position. Her wrist shackles were then bound to chains that seemed to be permanently secured to the ceiling. It was becoming increasingly clear that he had done this before, and was very well equipped to do so again.
She kept silent as he groped her. He was not gentle, squeezing and stretching every square inch of skin on her body. He saw several marks indicating damage, most of which was either minor enough to ignore, brought on by his own actions, or both. "I see your muscle is very lean," he said, pulling apart her thighs. "It's almost time to get you clean." He ran a finger along the folds of her panties, causing her legs to buckle as she squeezed herself shut.
"You're not touchin' there!" she shouted, instinctively taking a swing at him. She didn't make it very far, as she was still bolted to the ceiling. Jax was unimpressed by her effort, as countless mares had tried the exact same maneuver.
"In time, you'll come to understand that I'm the one who gives commands. To me you're nothing but a toy, an instrument to bring me joy. But since you fail to grasp that fact," he punched her gut, knocking the wind out of her. "I'm forced into a violent act. Mind you, it's all the same to me. Eventually, they all bow down. You'll see."
She coughed and gasped for breath as he shifted her panties aside, digging his fingers up into her vagina. He was rather rough, kneading her flesh around beneath his fingertips. Just as he began to feel her contractions, he pulled his hand away. She had been enjoying his movements, or at least her body was. This was good, because it meant that he could keep her yearning for his touch. She would break just like all the others, she just needed time. Satisfied with his inspection, he tore off her panties with a loud ripping sound. She was now completely exposed, and to his delight, she was even dripping.
Her shower consisted mainly of a high-pressure stream of uncomfortably hot water spraying against her skin. He didn't use any soap on her, for which she was grateful. She didn't know if she could stomach more groping. Only when the water shut off did she realize just how thirsty she was. She hadn't had a drink since last night. Almost twenty-four hours had passed since she had hydrated.
"I need water," she said, leering at him through her eyebrows. He chuckled and shook his head. "If I don't have anything to drink, I'll die of dehydration. Then we'll see which one of us has the last laugh."
"That would take a few days, little bitch. But if your thirsty, I can scratch that itch." He reached into the bag once more and pulled out a tool that Applejack didn't recognize. It looked like a metal ring with two leather straps riveted to it. "On your knees and open wide," he said, lowering the hook from the ceiling so that she could kneel down. "I won't let that comment slide." She didn't have to open her mouth, as he was perfectly fine with doing that for her. Once her teeth were separated, he slid the steel ring into place, securing the straps behind her head. As it tightened, her mouth was forced open, and she realized what he was about to do.
He unbuckled his pants and slid his shaft out of his boxer briefs. Clearly, he enjoyed this time they had spent together, as his long black zebra cock was fully erect and already throbbing. "As you can see, I'm rather stiff," said Jax, grabbing her once more by the mane. "Come in close and have a sniff." He shoved her face right up against his balls. The heat radiating off of him only served to make his unwashed stench even more powerful. The foul odour burned inside her nose. As his testicles swung, they briefly entered her mouth, and she could taste the salty sweat on her tongue. She tried to push it back out, but this only served to better acquaint her tongue with his balls.
To her relief, he soon pulled away, and she breathed in a lungful of fresh air. He didn't stay away for very long, however, pushing the head of his penis inside of her mouth. She wanted to bite down, but the steel ring was very sturdy. As it was also very wide, he slipped right through it. She pushed against it with her tongue, but this only served to lubricate him as he came further in. Finally, after what felt like hours to her, he came to a stop just past the entrance to her throat. She had never tasted anything so foul before.
"Since you claim to need hydration," he said, looking down at her with a sadistic grin, "I'll solve that with my urination." Applejack was now quite pleased that all she could taste was his cock as she felt a hot stream of liquid running down her throat. The very idea that he was using her as a toilet made her want to vomit, but she couldn't do so with her throat clogged up. Just as she started to feel the need for oxygen, the stream stopped, and he slowly pulled out, letting her gasp for breath.
"Now that you have had your drink," he said, rubbing his erection against her cheek. "I'll leave you with some time to think. Keep misbehaving as you've been, and you'll discover who'll always win." He packed up his bag and opened the door. "If you want this to continue, we'll both have found out just what's in you." He turned out the lights and closed the door, leaving Applejack to sit on her knees in the tub, quietly crying.
Fluttershy stepped out of the tub. Malak had secured a steel collar to her neck, with a long steel cable attached to it. While she was humiliated to be wearing only a collar, she was glad to be allowed to freely move all of her limbs once more. She took the towel Malak had offered to find that it was very soft and plush. She patted herself dry while Malak was slipping into the loungewear that Nightshade had left out for him. When she was dry, she wrapped the towel around herself, as she had no clothing to put on. It was better than nothing, at least.
Once Malak was dressed, he lead her out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, where he bound her to a hook on the wall. As he walked over to the stove, she tugged against the cable, not being at all surprised that she could find no purchase in the lock. At least her movable area was fairly large, though she would be unable to lie down on the floor. This probably wasn't where she would be sleeping, anyway.
"So now that you're my property," he said, lighting a fire atop the stove. "Tell me, have you any allergies?"
Fluttershy shook her head. "No, none at all. I can't eat meat, but that's for a very different reason."
"Don't worry," he smiled. "I'm also an herbivore. I find butchering to be quite a chore." He brought her a chair to sit on. "I only do it when I must. For Jerome to starve would be unjust."
"Jerome is carnivorous?" Fluttershy was beginning to feel uneasy about being in a confined space with an irritable carnivore that had already bitten a pony. She was very good with animals, but she was beginning to wonder if she could do anything with him. She wanted to help Jerome, but could she? Would Malak even allow her to? She sat and watched as Malak made dinner for three. She was very confused, as she had assumed that the purpose of owning a slave was to make them do things for you. Wouldn't it make more sense if she was made to cook dinner?
Suddenly, she heard the front door open and close. She had more than enough slack on her cable to look out through the large archway separating the kitchen and dining area, and through that she could see Nightshade approaching with a shopping bag. "I've returned from the market, master Malakai!" she exclaimed, setting the bag on the counter. "I can take over the cooking if you want to dress up your new slave."
"Perhaps in a little bit," he said, pulling out a knife and chopping up a zucchini. "Why don't you lay them out in outfits? Lay them out on the couch, set by set, and we'll see if there are any we regret."
"I promise you, you won't regret any of them, master. I picked them all out according to her colours. They should all match." As Nightshade disappeared into the living room, Fluttershy raised her hand. She was going to ask for one set now, so that she might do away with the towel, but she was too timid and her hand returned to her lap. At least the towel was warm.
Thirty minutes later, Nightshade returned to the kitchen. "They're all laid out, as you requested," she said, turning to Fluttershy. "So, how are you enjoying being master Malak's first conquest?"
Fluttershy was at a loss for words. She wanted to say that it was horrible, and that she didn't want to be a slave. But it wasn't really all that bad thus far, at least compared to Applejack's treatment and her initial suppositions. Even so, she knew she should say something. She took a deep breath, and on the exhale, she said the first thing that came to mind. "I don't like the collar."
Nightshade chuckled. "Most of us don't, sweety. The ones that do are weird. But cheer up. You're only going to be wearing that until your master is certain that you won't leave him. See?" She lifted her chin, giving Fluttershy a good view of her neck. "I used to be in a very similar collar to that one. But now I'm not."
"Nightshade, you can take over dinner from here." Malak had just finished cooking a tomato sauce, and he handed over his wooden spoon to the young mare. "The remaining steps should be quite clear." He turned to Fluttershy, unbinding her from the wall. "Come, my newest acquisition. Let's see you in a new position." He escorted her to the living room, which had clothing laid out all over the furniture.
"So many outfits," mumbled Fluttershy. There were at least a dozen, some of them more conservative, others looking very uncomfortable to wear. Malak once again secured her lead to the furniture, this time giving her more space to move around as he flopped down on the couch. She had to admit, he looked right at home. Whether it was the tank top and baggy shorts, or the way the couch cushions seemed to know exactly how to form to his body, he looked incredibly comfortable. "So, um... Where do I change?"
"Fluttershy, you've nothing I have yet to see. You can feel free to strip in front of me."
Fluttershy had always been uncomfortable being naked in front of other girls. She didn't want to strip down in front of a stallion. "But wouldn't you prefer that you could drink in the whole outfit at once? That's what they do in the fashion industry."
Malak shook his head and pushed the first set of clothes toward her. "Lose the towel, put on your clothes. Start with these, then we'll try those."
Fluttershy sighed quietly. She was going to have to do this sooner or later. She dropped the towel to the floor, slipping into her new clothes as quickly as she could. The first set wasn't really all that bad. The underwear felt like cotton, just like she had been wearing for ages. The overclothes were form-fitting, which she hadn't been expecting from Nightshade, as she wasn't wearing the right size of clothing. This was a comfortable set, which set her expectations high.
Eight outfits later, she was presented with something she knew would be uncomfortable. She had tried on casualwear, a schoolfilly's uniform, a maid uniform, and several iterations of panties and bras, all of which Malak insisted on feeling. But this outfit was different. It could hardly be called an outfit. It was more akin to lingerie. "Do I have to wear this?" she asked, eliciting a nod from Malak. She shuddered, steeled her nerves, and slipped on the bright pink panties. Next was a pair of mesh pants, which could easily be seen through. They were only tight around her waist and ankles, and loose everywhere else. There wasn't really a top to this outfit, only a shawl that didn't really cover her breasts, which was especially concerning since there was no bra. The only other piece to the suit was a mask, made of the same see-through material. As she slowly twirled around for him, Fluttershy took note that Malak's shorts had become less loose. Hopefully, he couldn't see her blush through the pink veil.
The remaining clothing changes went by with little issue. She was quite glad to find that the last outfit was a pair of warm flannel pyjamas. It was already quite late, and she would have liked to go to bed shortly after dinner, if she were allowed. The tent in Malak's pants had not gone down, and that worried her.
"Dinner's ready," called Nightshade from the dining room. She stepped through the doorframe, also taking note of Malak's tightened shorts. "Unless you want an appetizer first." She dropped to her knees in front of Malak, gently rubbing his leg. "Didn't I tell you that you'd like the outfits?"
"I must admit, you have good taste," grinned Malak, rubbing her shoulder. "But let us not succumb to haste. Our guest has yet to suck a dick. Why don't you let her have first lick?"
Nightshade smiled. She turned to Fluttershy and waved her over. With much hesitation and shaking hands, Fluttershy found herself between Malakai's knees, not knowing what to do next.
Malak gently pushed her mane out of the way and looked encouragingly into her eyes. "Step one on the path to slave perfection is learning how to relieve an erection. Remove my shorts and gaze upon my shaft. Nightshade will help you, she's mastered the craft."
Nightshade gripped firmly Fluttershy's wrists, guiding her hands as she reached up and gently rubbed Malak's penis through the fabric. Before long, she was helping to pull his shorts down to his knees. While Fluttershy had seen it before in the shower, and felt it pressing up against her, the new angle made it look absolutely huge. It stood over her like a great black tower rising from its castle walls. And just like a castle tower, it was as hard as stone.
"Give it a taste," ushered Malak "Don't despair. You know I washed it. You were there."
Fluttershy stuck out her tongue and slowly brought it to the base of his shaft. Trembling, she looked up at him, only to see his smiling face nodding in approval. It didn't taste bad. In fact, it tasted similar to how his soap smelled. It was like it had been rubbed with rosemary, then washed with water to remove the leaves. As Nightshade whispered instructions into her ear, Fluttershy began to slowly draw her tongue up Malak's length. She wasn't quite brave enough to take it into her mouth yet, so when it started to throb, Nightshade gently moved her out of the way, taking his load into her own mouth. Fluttershy was in awe of her skill, for better or worse. She had made it look so easy. Would she be able to do the same soon with the same amount of skill? She hadn't the time to consider the further implications, as she suddenly felt Nightshade's tongue inside her mouth. It was covered in some sort of thick, salty fluid, and she didn't let go until Fluttershy had swallowed it.
"You'll grow accustomed to the taste, sweety," assured Nightshade as Fluttershy coughed and wretched at the forced fluid. "If you want to wash it down, dinner's ready." The three of them adjourned to the dining room, where Fluttershy hungrily devoured her ratatouille. After two plates of the vegetable medley, she was ready to go to bed. Nightshade volunteered to wash the dishes and clean up the living room while Malak brought Fluttershy into the bedroom. Her cable was secured to a bedpost, and she was soon sound asleep in his powerful arms.
Applejack hadn't moved at all since Jax left. Even though she was capaple of small movements, she didn't see much point in doing so, as her only options were a kneeling position and a standing position. She could try to work out, but she didn't have the energy. She was accustomed to a high-calorie diet, but she would regularly work it all off. She hadn't eaten much in the way of breakfast the morning she left, and she hadn't been around for lunch. All she had eaten since were what few pieces of fruit Fluttershy had given her. She was absolutely famished.
The thought left her head, however, as the door had opened and the light had switched on. She looked up, and there stood Jax, pushing a small cart with a cloche on top. He wheeled it in and closed the door, coming to a stop near her. She could smell fresh baked bread, cinnamon, vegetables and a whole slew of savory spices. Her mouth began to water as she anticipated finally having something to eat.
"I trust you've thought about your actions," said Jax, pulling out a small folding chair from the bottom of the cart. "Especially your criminal infraction. You'll have to make it up to him, a feat you'll perform at my whim. But it's not yet time to face that feud. I'm sure you're ready for some food."
Applejack nodded, prompting Jax to come closer. She looked up at his sadistic grin as he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. The way her fur matted together so soon after a shower indicated that he had brought her to tears with his earlier punishment. It was time to see if she had learned her place yet.
Jax once again pulled out his cock. The smell of it immediately filled Applejack's nostrils, distracting her from the meal she was so eagerly anticipating. She wanted to tell him to put the horrid thing away, but she could only manage to push a few vowels through the ring gag that still held her mouth open. She turned her head away, not wanting him to "rehydrate" her, as he had previously.
"No matter how you twist and squirm, you're only going to make it firm," chuckled Jax. "If your hunger you wish to sate, you must first this cock fellate." Applejack looked at it again. She could almost taste the stench of it, and the flavor was not pleasant. Part of her reasoned that she could go a few days without food. Ponies had been through worse and survived. Who's to say she couldn't? Then again, if he came back tomorrow with the same deal, it would mean one more day of accumulated sweat, and who knows what else. She stuck out her tongue and gave it a tentative lick. She immediately tasted the sour flavor she had so vividly remembered from his last visit.
Jax reached down and patted her head. She was finally starting to make progress. He didn't make any movements to force her yet. This was her decision, and he wanted to know how far she would go with it before she would need a course correction.
Applejack had come up with a very clever idea, or so she thought. She would concentrate all of her licking in one area. When the filth was gone, all she would taste was skin. So she focused on the underside of the base of his penis, near his testicles. That way she could avoid the foul taste.
It didn't take long for Jax to notice that she wasn't moving, so he took matters into his own hands. With a tight grip on her mane, he pulled her back, fitting the head of his erection right between her lips. Not wanting him to relieve his bladder down her throat again, she desperately tried to push him right back out. While Jax was displeased with this, he let her push him out. He released her mane and walked over to the cart.
"If to my needs you will not cater," he said, sitting down in the chair. "I suppose we'll have to try again later." Lifting the cloche, a tuft of steam escaped to the ceiling, bringing with it the scents of roasted vegetables. Skewering a spear of asparagus with a fork, Jax lifted it up to his mouth and bit off a piece. While it had softened, it was still fairly crisp, and Jax let out a small moan. Not because he really enjoyed it, but rather to tease his new slave. The look of regret in her eyes told him that she was starting to crack. Soon, she would break, and he would be able to reform her.
Applejack couldn't keep her mouth from watering. This was torture. There he was, not even three feet from her, chowing down on what looked to be a delicious meal, and refusing to feed her unless she sucked on his dick. Her own stomach cursed her for not putting up with his treatment. Whatever he tasted like, she would be able to wash that away with the food, right? If she had just been done with it, she could savor the food as long as she liked. Or until he took it away.
She called out to him, pleading for another chance. Normally, Jax would gladly let a slave please him whenever she wanted, but those in training required a different approach. He would need to let her stew over this for a few minutes, at least. He continued to munch on his asparagus and carrots, and whatever else he had that was fairly audible. All the while, he gazed down into her eyes, never averting his gaze. Just as her eyes began to well up with tears, he stood and walked over to her.
"We'll have to start over from the top," he said, placing the head of his now flaccid cock against her lower lip. "This time, I expect you not to stop. Keep it up until you're told. I'd hurry, your dinner's growing cold."
Applejack closed her eyes and began licking him once again. She wasn't sure how long he would take, but she was determined to have something to eat tonight that wasn't zebra cock. As he began to harden, she took his head into her mouth and slowly began to bob. The taste was absolutely terrible. It was less awful in places she had already licked, but it was still pretty horrible.
Jax beamed down at her with pride. He'd encountered many unruly slaves before, and considered himself an expert. While her technique left a lot to be desired, He needed her to be fully compliant to start fixing that. Still, she was able to go a quarter of the way down his length without choking. She'd definitely had some practice, but it obviously wasn't that much. He didn't worry about that, though, as she would be spending a lot of time practicing very soon.
About fifteen minutes had passed, and Jax was nowhere near finishing yet, due to her poor technique. Still, she had lasted this long, so it was time to reward her with her meal. "I don't have all night to waste," he said, gripping her by the jaw. "And I'm sure you're hungry, so let's make haste." With a firm grasp on her head, he began to thrust into her, starting by delving only halfway in, and pulling out to just the tip, then back inside. This was twice as far as Applejack could comfortably take, and she began to panic. He picked up the pace, going faster and faster, until finally, Applejack received the first course of her meal. Her stomach happily began digesting the fresh protein deposit, but her mind was filled with terror. As long as he was still inside of her, she could not breathe. While she couldn't taste the cum, she wasn't happy that her tongue was being compressed by an unlicked spot of flesh.
She didn't have to wait long, as he was once again out of her seconds later. He had deposited the final few drops of the thick white paste on her tongue, for her to start growing accustomed to the taste of zebra spunk. Quite content with her behaviour tonight, he unlocked her wrists, letting her fall to the floor. She just lay there, crying. Experience told him that she would be fine on her own. Despite that, he made sure to remove her gag anyway. He knew that she would be unable to chew anything, as wearing a gag tended to cause soreness in the jaw, so when he had been deciding her meal, he had decided on something soft, electing to give her oatmeal and mashed potatoes. He was even kind enough to give her a spoon.
Finally, she spoke up. "You're a monster..."
Jax frowned as he took another bite of celery. "If you interpret my methods as cruel, It's only because you've rejected my rule. If you'd done from the start what I had said, you'd find yourself eating a finer spread. You might have slept in a nice, warm bed, but you decided to be defiant instead." Applejack curled up in as close to a fetal position as she could with her ankles forced apart. She began to sob. Jax had seen enough for now. Unlocking her right ankle, he left her there on the floor with the light on. She would eat when she calmed down. "I'll return tomorrow morning. We shall see then if you've stopped your storming."
Big Macintosh lay down on the wet grass. It had rained today, and he had not brought with him a tent. He had a means to set up a campfire for the night, but all the nearby wood was soaking wet. He looked up at the stars and wondered if his sister would be alright. Sure, she was tough, but everyone has a breaking point.
After a few minutes, he decided it would be best if he removed his shirt and slept with his bare back against the cool grass. Besides, he would want his shirt dry tomorrow morning. Draping it over a tree branch, he lay back down, letting sleep take him. It would be a few days before he could make it to the kingdom of the zebras, so he may as well settle in for the long haul.
Despite the fact that she was under the quilt and wearing a thick set of flannel pyjamas, Fluttershy shivered as she woke. She felt a chill behind her. Perhaps it was from fear. While she was sure that she had done everything right, what if Malak suddenly became more like Jax? She rolled over to look at him, only to realize that he wasn't there. She wasn't sure when he had left, or where he had gone. The clock on his wall indicated that it was almost seven in the morning. Placing the palm of her hand on his pillow, she could still feel the warmth of his cheek. He hadn't been gone for very long. Perhaps that was the reason she felt so cold, as his body heat had been taken away.
At any rate, there was no use in going back to sleep now. She sat up and began to climb out of bed. She was stopped as her cable ran out of slack, choking her momentarily. She had forgotten all about the collar around her neck. It was still secured to the bedframe. She guessed that Malak wouldn't leave her tied up here for very long. This was his own bed, where he planned to sleep. He wouldn't want her to soil it. She pulled herself up closer to the bedpost and wrapped her hands around her knees. She would wait. She could be patient.
It was less than ten minutes before Malak returned. He walked over to her and smiled. "I hope your dreams were very pleasant," he said, removing her cable from the bed post. She nodded and stepped down off the bed. The floor was very cold, but she powered through it. This would hardly be the most unpleasant part of her day. "I have something for you from the king, a present."
"A gift from the king?" Fluttershy was shocked. "Why would the king give me a present? I only just met him yesterday, and I didn't think he liked me all that much."
Malak lead her into the kitchen, where there was a tag and some body paints. "It's not a gift to bring you pleasure, but rather to mark you as my treasure." He secured her to the wall again and started fastening the tag to the ring on her collar. It had her name on it with a question mark, possibly a joke about her forgetting her name under pressure, but she chose to believe that it was because he didn't know how to spell it. It also had Malakai's name, signifying that he was her owner. The other side of the tag had a royal seal. "The seal on the back means you've been endorsed. My training of you will now be enforced."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Fluttershy.
"It means, if you don't do as I say, the guards will come and take you away." Malak stripped off her shirt, but allowed her to keep her pants. Dipping his fingers in the paints that hat been sent, he began to smear stripes all over her body. "Their treatment of you will be harsher than mine. I trust that knowledge will keep you in line. But if that's the path you choose to steer, I should tell you that Jax is the overseer."
Fluttershy shivered once more. This time, she knew the reason. She didn't want Jax to be in charge of her. That much she knew for certain. For as bad as being enslaved was, she could do a lot worse than Malak. "Is Applejack being endorsed by the king, too?"
"Jax is the nephew of the king," answered Malak, blowing air across her so that the paint would dry. "Applejack will be given the same exact thing."
"So, what are these paints for?"
"The colours and symbols all represent that you are under my intent. You're also under royal protection, so your prospective partners require my inspection."
Fluttershy breathed a sigh of relief. She was dreading being forced to pleasure random stallions on the street. She had the backing of the king. Perhaps this arrangement wasn't as bad as she thought. Malak returned to her her shirt, and she put it on. Even if it covered up her protective markings, she still wanted to cover up her breasts. Still, she was in a good mood, and when Malak began preparing breakfast, she was more than happy to offer her assistance.
After breakfast was finished, Malak issued her a command to change into a specific outfit. It was an athletic outfit that didn't leave much to the imagination. The shorts were very short, but fairly loose. Her top, however, was very tight. At least they left her body paints on full display.
"Today, we'll be going out into the city," said Malak, changing into a casual outfit. "You're going to show everyone that you're very pretty."
"Is there anything I should know before I go out? I don't want to accidentally offend anyone."
"You'll be fine as long as you follow my lead. Though you can ask me before you act, if you so need. Your endorsement means they can't take you by force. Still, it's best to do what I tell you, of course."
Fluttershy nodded. "Okay. As long as you don't ask me to do anything horrible..."
"I promise not to take it too far," he chuckled. "But I'm going to slowly try to raise your bar. Right now, if I made you do something unlearned, you'd recoil, thinking it a punishment unearned. But if, in two months, I demanded the same, you'd probably enjoy it, as you'd've learned the game."
Fluttershy closed her eyes. A part of her hoped that she wouldn't become accustomed to that sort of thing. But another part of her hoped that she would acclimate quickly, as it would make her life here easier. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "Okay. I'm ready."
Malak lead her through the streets, keeping her on her leash the entire time. She was taking in as much as she could about the city. She noticed that the zebras they passed, as well as the pony slaves, stepped out of her way. Their eyes weren't on her face, but rather on her neck and abdomen. Some of the more well-dressed stallions bowed to her. Not a full bow, but rather a shallow bow. They made her feel welcome, despite the fact that she was listed as property.
Their first stop was a small park. She was instructed to join a small group of zebras and their slaves doing yoga, which she was willing to do with little argument. Malak assisted her in reaching the forms she would need to contort herself into, making the whole process easier. She felt wonderful when it was over, and another slave even offered her a bottle of sports drink. With Malak's nod of approval, she accepted, promising the unicorn that she would come back for another session if her master would allow it.
After that, they made their way to the outskirts of the city, as Fluttershy had shown some interest in the fields on the way in. She had actually only been interested in the song, and she confessed to Malak that she wasn't really a farmgirl. She also told him that Applejack would enjoy this sight quite a bit more, though she doubted that doing so would yield any positive results, at least for a little while. At any rate, it was nice to walk through the gardens and listen to the slaves' songs.
After a light lunch, they went to the market. Fluttershy had never seen Zebra currency before, as Zecora had converted all of hers to bits. None of the coins were actually round. Some were triangular, others were oblong, others were pentagonal. She wasn't sure what any of it was worth, but Malak certainly had no problem making all of the purchases. When she was sure they were almost done, he suddenly turned to her.
"Since you've behaved well on this commute, tell me, what's your favourite fruit?"
Fluttershy smiled and blushed. She was quite happy to receive praise. "I like strawberries."
"Remember what I said when we left our home?" She did, of course, remember. He had said that he would slowly raise the bar. She anticipated an order that she would be unhappy to follow. She nodded. "It's time your breasts were allowed to roam."
There it was. She would have to walk home with her breasts on full display. The merchant he had just been dealing with turned his head to watch. With much trepidation, she slipped her thumbs underneath her top. She gently pushed up, revealing a sliver of her breasts. She looked to Malak, surprised to find that his eyes were locked with hers, rather than on her chest. She slowly lifted, not stopping until her tits were gently swinging in the breeze. With a smile, Malak gently patted her head, purchasing a punnet of strawberries for her.
While her face was as red as her favourite fruit for the entire trip home, she was rather surprised to find that almost none of the passersby really cared. Surely, they noticed, but didn't stare. By the time she arrived at Malak's door, she felt just a bit better about herself than when she had left the market, but she felt worse than when she had last seen this door. She would have felt worse, but a tiny voice in her head reassured her that she would become accustomed to this. If Malak's promise was to be believed, she would have no problem doing this in a few weeks.
Upon entering the house, Malak directed her over to the couch. he sat down and directed her to kneel in front of him, which she did. "Now, I hope you remember what Nightshade told you. It's the standard to which I will hold you." She nodded at his words, slowly moving her hands to his thighs. "Your final task today is to pleasure my cock. Once you've done that, you're off the clock."
Fluttershy reached forward and undid the fastenings of Malak's pants. Pulling them down revealed that he wasn't particularly firm, and she wasn't sure exactly how to remedy that. Despite that, she was thrilled at the idea that she would have the rest of the day off. While she wasn't sure exactly what that entailed, she thought it safe to assume that he wouldn't make any more demands of her. He probably wouldn't let her leave the house, but surely she could find something to do. She took his floppy rod in her hands and gently pressed her tongue against the tip. Looking up at Malak's face, she was reassured by his encouraging smile. She pushed her lips to it, gently sucking against it. She was rewarded by the feeling of it puffing up and hardening between her fingers. She at least knew that she was doing something right.
She leaned down and gently kissed his testicles. As she drew her tongue up his shaft, she was reminded that he hadn't bathed today. It was a little sour, but not especially off-putting. The taste didn't linger for very long, and that may have been a factor in her finding this more enjoyable than yesterday. Hearing a moan from her master served to encourage her. She was doing a good job. Now it was time to try something Nightshade had told her she would learn eventually. She pulled the entirety of his head into her mouth and began pushing herself down on his shaft. Malak was rather shocked that she was already trying this move, but he wasn't going to reprimand her for it. Instead, he would encourage it. He moved his hand to the side of her face, wrapping the tips of his fingers around the back of her neck. She took in a little more, up to a quarter of his length. When she reached that point, she gagged, being choked by the foreign object pushing its way down her throat. She immediately pulled off and coughed, gasping for breath.
Malak leaned forward and gently stroked her mane. "Don't try to bite off more than you can chew. I applaud your determination, mares like you are few. And when you're ready to take me down your throat, when you talk to your friends, you'll have reason to gloat."
She looked at him with tears running down her cheek. He was proud of her. All of the humiliation of walking home topless had been temporarily forgotten as she resumed sucking on him. She didn't go any further than she already had, but she was already improved from last night. Soon, she began to feel him throb, and now she was worried. Nightshade hadn't told her what to do, and instead had pushed her away. It was a complete shock to her when she felt the same fluid Nightshade had pushed into her mouth last night spraying against the roof of her mouth and down her throat. She gagged and coughed again, but as her body lurched forward, Malak's shaft slipped further down her throat, almost a third of the way in. She panicked, pushing herself off of him and collapsing to the floor.
Malak reached down and helped her back up to her knees. "You did an amazing job, my dear. Clean up the mess, and you're in the clear." She nodded and began licking the white fluid off of his softening member. It tasted differently than it had yesterday. Perhaps that was due to the fact that it was no longer diluted by Nightshade's saliva. It was a robust flavor, though she didn't find it to be as unpleasant today. Once he was clean, he fastened his pants and let out a deep sigh. For the rest of the day, she sat on the couch, curled up with a good book, wearing a set of loungewear he had let her pick out. She was also allowed to eat the entire punnet of strawberries.
When Jax came back the next morning, he was glad to see that Applejack had not only eaten all of her food from the night prior, she had licked the bowls clean. She hadn't tried to escape her fate by starving herself, something he had been forced to deal with in the past. She was sitting with her back to him, hunched over with her hands in her lap. She clearly wasn't ready to begin her training regimen yet, but perhaps she was ready to stop fighting back as hard.
"I hope you're ready for another meal," he called, placing a small plate on the counter. "So what do you say? How do you feel?"
Applejack said nothing. She wanted the food, but she wasn't ready to submit to him. She had been weak last night. It didn't count if she was desperate. She turned around slowly and locked eyes with him. She was going to stand her ground.
Jax's eyes were steel traps. He didn't need to have a stronger will than she did. He only needed to be in full control of the situation. He stepped forward and grabbed her left wrist. He was about to bind it to her other wrist behind her back in preparation for the day he had planned for her, but her right hand flew forward, striking hard at his gut. He doubled over and dropped her wrist. As he came down, she leaped to her feet. The spoon he had left her last night was lying on the floor, having been used to pry her leg from the wall. It was bent so far out of shape that it could no longer be used as a spoon.
She ran to the door, bursting into a hallway. She remembered back to when the others had brought her in, and retraced her steps as quickly as she could. As she reached the door that lead outside, she could feel her freedom calling her name. The very next thing she felt was a large wooden pole smacking into her face and knocking her to the ground. Her head hit the floor with a loud crash, and she soon found herself being pinned to the floor by two stallions and a mare. All of them were pony slaves, and the stallions very quickly had her bound once more before the mare ran off to fetch Jax.
The stallions held her down as she saw Jax approach. "That was uncalled for, and very crass." He turned to the stallion on her left. "Take her to the rack. Expose her ass."
"Yes, Master Jax," said the stallion, escorting Applejack upstairs. This was not where she had been before. She had been on the ground floor this entire time. She had no idea what the rack was, but she could guess. Not that she needed to guess, as she was soon strapped to it. It was essentially a sawhorse with straps. Her calves were tied to her thighs, keeping her knees in a position of being fully bent. Her wrists were bound to her shoulders, keeping her elbows under compression. Her knees were secured to her chest and her elbows to her waist. she was then secured to the sawhorse, her breasts hanging down around the outside of her knees. Her only movable parts were her tail and her neck. As the stallion left, he gave her left ass cheek a firm smack.
She was left alone for twenty minutes. She knew it had been twenty minutes because she could hear the loud clicking of the wall clock. Jax came in and rested what felt like a wooden plank against her flank. He leaned down and once more looked into her eyes. This time he was looking for something specific. He saw a large amount of anger and defiance. She was unlikely to do what he asked. However, as he looked a bit deeper, he saw a subtle twitch. A spark of desperation hidden behind a cloud of rage. He smiled that same sadistic grin as Applejack spat in his face. He didn't even flinch. Instead, he slowly stood up and stepped behind her.
Applejack could only barely hear the loud clap that resounded throughout the room. All of her attention was drawn to the sudden, sharp pain across her ass. She managed to hear the second one as it struck the other side. She bit down on her lip, not wanting to let him hear her scream. She wouldn't give him the pleasure. She had been spanked before, but this was different. This wasn't to shame her. This level of force was reserved for the intent to cause pain. He was trying to hurt her. He continued for several minutes, until her backside was very sore. Her cheeks had taken on a red glow. Only when he had stopped did she allow a whimper to escape her lips. As tears streamed down her cheeks, she felt him grab her face. Feeling his fingers in her mouth, she bit down, only to find that she was once more adorned with a steel ring. She fought to keep him from securing the straps, but he had more control than she did. Soon she was completely bound with her mouth forced open.
Jax once again left the room. The only thing Applejack could concentrate on was the harsh stinging sensation radiating from her backside. She didn't know how long he was gone, but when he returned, he had guests. Male guests. All of them wore guard outfits. None of them said anything, but she could hear them chuckling. She heard the flop of scaly leather being dropped onto the floor, then a stallion was standing in front of her. He smiled at the sight of the ring gag before forcing his cock down her throat. This was the furthest anyone had ever gone this way. She was gagging and retching, but the contractions in her neck only served to invigorate him.
Meanwhile, another stallion had lined himself up behind her. With only his own spit to lubricate him, he hilted inside of her arse in a single thrust, his hips slapping against her red, sore cheeks. He didn't give her any time to rest, as he, too began thrusting. She could feel his balls slapping against her vulva with every motion. To make matters worse, he wrapped her tail around his left fist, pulling hard against it as he would a handle. His right hand came down and slapped against her hips. While it wasn't as bad as the wooden paddle had been, the fact that it had been made raw caused every touch to send a fresh wave of pain throughout her body.
As the first stallion came down her throat, another stepped in to take his place. As Applejack began to realize that this was going to last for quite some time, she felt a new source of pain. A finger with untrimmed nails dug unto her breasts, tugging out her nipples. A pair of clothespins clamped down on her, pinching them between their wooden teeth. She would have screamed, but she was unable to breathe with a cock down her throat. The stallions she would service that day were particularly pleased with the vibrations from her voice.
Four hours passed with the only sound being her wailing and the slapping and squelching of moist flesh. She had taken several loads, from at least two dozen stallions. She had also taken a few mares with strap-on dildos. Jax lifted her sloppy white chin and once more looked into her eyes. Now he could only see pain and fear. He pulled the clothespins from her nipples, eliciting a pathetic yelp from her.
"It doesn't have to be this way," he said, placing his hand firmly on the nape of her neck. "From now on, you do as I say. You lashed out at me and forced my hand. You're my property now, understand?" Applejack nodded and whimpered. She was broken now. Jax's pride in his work was renewed. Her training could begin tomorrow, depending on whether or not this lesson stuck. To ensure that it would, he would have to take one more step.
Applejack was faced with one more zebra cock. This one she was growing familiar with. She stuck out her tongue and gave it a lick. Thankfully, he had washed this morning, possibly as a reward for her breakfast after her good behaviour the previous night. Fearful of what would happen the next time she disobeyed, she was more than happy to show that she was ready to behave. As her tongue worked its way to his tip, he slipped inside. After the treatment she had just received, she was glad to take him only halfway. Rather than thrust, she once again felt the trickle of liquid running down her throat. She gulped it down, not having any fight left in her.
Once he had relieved himself, he left the room. She was given an hour to rest and recover, and then returned to the bathroom where she had been tied up. Her breakfast was waiting for her, but had been transferred to a paper plate with no utensil, and it had a folded sheet of paper sitting next to it. "Shower after," it read. She was untied and the door was locked. Unable to sit, she kneeled down and ate her food, glad to have the taste out of her mouth.
Three days had passed since Fluttershy had walked home topless. She was settling into her new life rather comfortably. She had done everything Malak had asked her, and he had been fair in his treatment of her. She was a little upset that he was the only one being pleasured, but his response to her had always been positive. She was happy that he was happy. That is, until today. Today, she wanted something from him.
As of this morning, she was allowed to freely walk around his house. She found him in the living room, writing something in a notebook. It was time to employ her primary tactic: asking politely. She walked up to him, kneeled down between his knees, and looked up at him. "Master Malak?"
Malak set aside his notebook. His letter to his mother could wait. "Something you needed, Fluttershy? If it's a companion, Nightshade will soon come by."
"Well, I was just wondering... I've been good, right?"
Malak smiled and patted her head. "You're a well-behaved and lovely mare. From the tips of your toes to the ends of your hair."
Fluttershy smiled. "When you first brought me home, you told me that if I was good, I would be allowed to see Applejack. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to do that. You know, if it's not too much to ask."
Malak nodded. "I did say I'd reward you as such. And as your training goes, you've grown very much. This evening, I'm headed to see Jax at Kayson's request. I'll ask him then if he thinks that is best."
Fluttershy placed her cheek against Malak's thigh. "Thank you so much, Master. I really appreciate it."
"Now, Jax may not be in agreement," Malak warned. "When it comes to slave training, he's very vehement. He may ask you for a show of your skill, and though I do not doubt your sheer force of will, he may demand to take your behind, a task that you haven't yet performed, you may find."
The smile drained from Fluttershy's face. "So, he'll try to force himself up my butt?" Malak nodded in response. Fluttershy shivered. Malak had told her that she would need to learn this skill. She hadn't been looking forward to it at all. She didn't feel ready for this yet. "Master Malak, will it hurt?"
"You're not trained enough to take it in stride. But I can't help you once he's slipped inside. All I can offer is to train you for Jax. The yoga you've been doing will help you relax."
"How so?"
Malak pulled off his pants and grabbed a bottle of strawberry lubricant from a drawer in his desk. Escorting Fluttershy to the couch, he commanded her to strip. She did so, having spent all of yesterday walking around the house completely nude. She was growing bolder under his tutelage. He sat down, and she began to lick his shaft. She was becoming more familiar with his genitals, and knew exactly what to do when they were presented to her. When he was fully erect, he took her by the hand and lifted her up. He spun her around so that she was facing away from her, and brought her down so that she was sitting on his lap.
It was a new experience for her, seeing his dick poke up from between her thighs. Even when they slept, it was placed against her back. Reaching around her waist, he applied a bit of lubrication to his tip, then brought her hands down to it. She was familiar with the concept of a hand job, though all of her training thus far had been focused on her mouth. Still, she had no problem gliding across his skin, as the lube was very slick.
When he was completely covered, he leaned her forward, giving him access to her hind end. Despite her nervous whines, his fingers slipped inside of her easily, lubricating her insides. She squirmed and wiggled, but allowed him to continue anyway. It was only two fingers, after all.
Soon, he was done, and she relaxed. This didn't last long, though, as he lifted up her hips, and she remembered why he had been fingering her arsehole. He pushed her legs apart as wide as they would go, and gently lowered her down until the tip of his cock was resting gently against the entry to her colon.
"Relax and breathe deep, think a peaceful thought." Malak gently pulled apart her pucker with his thumbs. "That should make it easier as I enter this slot." With a soft, slow push, Malak's hard cock crept inside of her anus. Fluttershy gasped and whined at the feeling of being entered in such a way. It wasn't as painful as she had imagined, but it certainly wasn't pleasant. She had a lot of trouble breathing deeply, as her body wanted her to hyperventilate, and to push out the offending foreign object. Despite everything going through her head, she tried her best. When she finally came to a stop, she could feel his medial ring. She was halfway down.
Malak would give her a moment to rest. While he intended to have her take his entire length, he wasn't sure she could handle the whole thing in one go. Two steps seemed a more reasonable pace, as she hadn't even trained against his fingers very much. Still, she was doing well for her first time.
After a minute of respite, he began pushing into her again. As the two grew ever closer, Fluttershy's sphincter stretched ever wider. She didn't stop until she could feel his testicles gently pressed against her vulva. She took a very deep breath as she tried to relax. He had been right about the yoga.
Neither of them moved for several minutes. Malak wasn't wanting to strain her too much, and Fluttershy was scared of being in any more pain. She wasn't badly hurt, but this feeling of fullness was very unpleasant. Slowly, Malak brought his hand up to her chest, pressing her back to his chest as he leaned her into a reclined position. It helped a little, as she no longer had to devote any effort to balancing herself and could focus more on relaxing.
"Anyone home?" called a voice from the entryway. Nightshade had arrived.
"We're in here," called Fluttershy, unable to hide the whimpering in her voice. Nightshade entered to see their position, smiling as she approached.
"Master Malak, would you like some assistance?" she asked, licking her lips.
"No," responded Malak, gently spreading Fluttershy's labia with his fingers. "For now, you lick her. She's doing quite well, and a reward she deserves."
Fluttershy let out a loud moan as Nightshade began to eat her out. She'd never had this happen to her before. As the writhing mass of muscle bombarded her sensitive folds, she was overcome with pleasure, in stark contrast to the pain she was feeling in her arse. Before long, she squirted her own liquid all over Nightshade's face and Malak's hands. Neither of them stopped however, rubbing and licking at her unused vagina. She was so enraptured by it, she didn't even notice as Malak began to slowly gyrate his hips.
Before long, he was gently thrusting up into her, and she was loving every moment of it. She was starting to associate the feeling of having her arsehole stretched with the pleasure of cunnilingus. As she came for the third time, she could feel Malak shooting his load deep inside of her. He slid out with an audible pop, and gently picked her up as he stood. She was out of breath, and very much in need of a rest. He carried her to the bedroom, gingerly tucking her in. She managed a soft thanks as he exited the room, giving her the opportunity to recover while he was out.
It had been three days since Jax had beaten Applejack. Her arse had only just recovered from the paddling. She could finally sit on the floor again. She wasn't yet allowed to leave the bathroom, but her punishments had been toned down. Not once had she been forced to drink urine since she had been untied from the rack.
Her daily routine had changed significantly. She woke up in the morning to Jax walking in. She would have to earn her breakfast by sucking him off. He would then pace around her as she was working out. He wanted her to be fit and muscular. Push-ups, sit-ups and deep lunges. She wanted to go out and run, but she hadn't been allowed outside since her arrival. She would then have to give handjobs to the two male slaves than had stopped her escape. This would earn her a hot lunch. Her afternoons were filled by an expert coming in to teach her about what her new duties would entail, as well as how to do them. She had a dildo she was allowed to practice with. At the end of the day, she would demonstrate what she had learned with Jax's dick instead of the dildo. This would end in her receiving dinner. The rest of the day was hers to do with as she wished, as long as she stayed within the room.
A week ago, she never would have believed that she would be so excited by the prospect of a fried egg sitting atop a bed of spinach, with a single slice of toast beneath. Now it was a very special treat. All of her meals up to this point had been rather bland. Oatmeal, potatoes and rice, for the most part. He had also given her bread, but this wasn't the same. This had a white mustard sauce.
After earning and eating her breakfast, she began her exercises. She was in a good mood this morning, and was quite content to work out in silence. But when she was done, something very odd happened. The stallions that would serve as a precursor to her lunch did not show up. While she was glad to not be stroking their cocks, she wondered where her lunch would come from.
Suddenly, the door swung open. The mare slave was standing there, a frightened look on her face. "Master Jax," she cried "Key Ingredient slipped and fell down the stairs! He's badly hurt!"
Jax turned to Applejack, pointing at the floor beneath her. "Sit and wait until I return. Something has come up that causes concern."
Applejack sat down as instructed as Jax exited the room. The door closed, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Key Ingredient was her favourite of the two stallion slaves, as he was the one who had been delivering her lunch. His partner, Clean Sweep, had been the one who had stopped her escape. Jax had inferred that she would have to pay for the broom handle she broke when it had collided with her face. She didn't know how he expected her to do that, being locked in this small room, but she was sure he would find a way.
Forty-five minutes passed before the door opened again. Her tutor was the one who walked in, a zebra mare that Applejack had never learned the name of. She was an elderly mare, though not as old as Granny Smith. Still, she was too old, Applejack thought, to still be playing with sex toys.
"I'm told you haven't had your lunch," she said as she sat down. Applejack nodded. "Let's hope you enjoy this satisfying crunch." From under her cloak, she produced a large carrot. Applejack eyed it hungrily. "But you also have yet to earn this meal. First, you have to do your chore. Deal?" The mare pulled down her pants, revealing that she was wearing a strap-on over her panties.
Applejack wrapped her hands around the dildo. She thought this was ridiculous. A mare was not a stallion. She couldn't feel pleasure from this, so why bother with jerking off a dildo? Still, this was what she usually did to earn her lunch. It was all the same to her, but this was a ludicrous request. How would she even know when she could stop?
"Rubber is not skin; it doesn't slip. To help your hand move, lubricate with your lips."
Applejack looked up at the mare. There was no indication that this was a joke. She leaned forward and gave the dildo a long lick. It didn't taste like rubber, nor did it taste like a dick. It tasted like an apple. She looked up again, and the mare smiled and nodded. Before long, Applejack had the whole thing in her mouth, eager to taste the wonderful flavor. When it finally faded, Applejack returned to jerking at the dildo, her mouth open and her tongue hanging out in front of the rubber cock. The mare was right; Her hands slid along the length effortlessly.
"I think you've earned your little snack," said the mare, pulling Applejack's hands from the shaft and placing it on the carrot. "In today's lesson, you'll pay me back."
Applejack happily munched on the carrot. It was fresh and crisp. She'd have sworn that it was just pulled out of the ground this morning. In fact, it had been. It was very sweet, as the sugars had not yet converted into starches.
Once the carrot was gone, Applejack turned to her tutor, who had stripped down and was now nude. "Today, you'll learn something that'll please any sex. You'll find that is causes powerful effects. It's very popular among the upper class. You must come over here and stick your tongue up my ass."
Applejack swallowed hard. She had been punished before by having Jax piss into her stomach, but never had she been made to eat feces. "Is this some kind of joke? Y'all know that's where manure comes from, right?"
"I assure you, this is no jest," said the mare, lifting her tail and spreading her cheeks. "Most zebras keep clean, so don't feel so stressed. You might rarely encounter an unclean hole, but that's an exception, rather than the goal."
Applejack approached and gave it a sniff. It didn't smell as bad as she was expecting it to. Maybe she was right about it being clean. "If I may be so bold as to ask, how do you go about cleaning the inside?"
"You start by filling the rectal cavity with water, then pushing it back out. Most partners find it hotter. A good rimming is enjoyed by both stallions and mares, though it's better to ask first, and not catch them unawares."
"I suppose I should try that," grumbled Applejack. Tentatively, she pressed her tongue against the mare's hole. It wasn't any more unpleasant that a recently washed penis. This was a pleasant surprise. She pushed her tongue inside, gently wiggling it around. To steady herself, her hands grasped at the zebra mare's hips. After an hour like that, the mare rolled over, lying on her back. She instructed Applejack to sit on her dildo, to simulate having to perform tasks from both ends at once.
The two stayed in this position until it was time for the tutor to leave. As she was headed out the door, she left a small device that she hadn't explained how to use. It was a short plastic tube with a pump on one end. Applejack would have to ask what it was for tomorrow.
When Jax came in with her dinner, he looked rather upset. Not wanting to be the target of his wrath, Applejack kept her head down. Pulling out his chair, he sat down. "Key Ingredient has broken his shoulder. I know you're expecting my mood to be colder, but I cannot let you near him while he is infirm, so he won't be around until the end of his term."
Applejack simply nodded. Normally, this would be the stage of her day where she would be made to show off her freshly acquired skill, but since the day had been rather stressful for Jax, she wondered if he was even in the mood to put up with her trepidation. As it turns out, the answer was no.
"Turn around, bend over, and lift your tail," he commanded. "If you need support, you can hold onto the rail." Applejack did as she was told, gripping the rail in the shower that was used for entering and exiting to prevent injury in the event of a slip. With her tail lifted, Jax lubricated her arsehole and slid inside. She had practiced for this several times in the past few days, and she was prepared to take him. He wasn't gentle. With a firm grip on her hips, he thrusted repeatedly into her. At the shallow end, he was only halfway in, and at the deepest, his testicles slapped against her clitoris. Applejack let out several moans, not from her own pleasure, but because she wanted him to feel that he was doing well.
Jax had been doing this long enough to know what a fake moan sounded like. With a firm slap against her arse cheek, he corrected her, silencing her poor attempts at a lie. He kept going until he was finished, spewing his semen up into her rectum. As he pulled out, he spun her around and waved his dick in her face. It was covered in his jizz, as well as whatever else she had had in her arse at the time. "Clean it up. Lick until it shines." Applejack looked up at him, then back at his filthy cock. "You're not to stop until I give you the sign."
Reluctantly, Applejack took the cock into her mouth. It tasted as foul as she had expected an arse to taste. She had expected this taste from him, and here it was. She tried to work quickly, as she was sure her dinner would wash the taste out of her mouth. She had eaten so well today already, she couldn't wait to see what she was having for dinner tonight.
When she was done, Jax lifted the cloche, and Applejack was disappointed. It was a very standard meal for her. Mashed potatoes. At least there was gravy this time. She ate it anyway, quite content to wash the taste of arse off of her tongue. When she was done, Jax left the room. But before he closed the door, he had one final thing to say.
"This ought to alleviate your sorrow. Your friend is coming to see you tomorrow."
Applejack was filled with joy at that line. Fluttershy was coming to see her. For the first time since she had been kidnapped, she wore a genuine smile.
Big Mac settled down next to the fire. This was apparently a popular camping site, as there was a large stack of firewood and a stone firepit. Just as he was lying down to go to sleep, a small band of zebras rolled up in a wagon. He bristled at the sight, placing his hand on the handle of his knife, but he did now draw. This group was not the same that had been in Ponyville, as these all seemed to be mares. The wagon was also different than what had been described. Probably not the same group, but he wasn't feeling particularly friendly towards zebras at the moment.
The group pulled up next to him and the driver waved. "We're feeling ready to stop for the night. If it's not too much trouble, can we share your site?"
Big Mac said nothing. He was about to send them away, but he thought this might present a good opportunity for some information gathering. Not removing his hand from his knife, he nodded, and the mares all hopped out of the wagon and started setting up. They set up their tents quickly and gathered around the slowly dying campfire.
"Since you're in a sharing mood," chuckled the leader. "I wonder if you'd like some food?" She reached into a wooden crate and pulled out an apple, offering it to him. He took it with a smile and bit into it.
"Gala. Harvested eight days ago. From the bough."
The mare was shocked. "You certainly know your apples, sir. To me, it's all a crisp, fruity blur."
"I'm sort of an expert," he said proudly. "I'm kind of new in Zebra territory. Do you think you could help me with a problem I'm having?"
The mare chuckled. "I'm unfortunately on my way out, but I'll gladly inform you of what I know about."
"I'm looking for my sister and her friend. They were kidnapped, and I've tracked them to this point. I know that the kidnappers were zebras. They were street performers, or at least masquerading as street performers."
The mare had a look of concern on her face. "Kidnapping is an horrible thing. If I were you, I'd ask the king. Follow this road, it leads to his city. I hope you can convince him to show you some pity."
Big mac's hand finally drifted from his blade. In truth, he had lost the trail a few miles back, but the road hadn't split since. He could only assume that he was still on the correct path. But now he had a new plan. Regardless of whether the path split between here and there, he was going to see the king. If he had the support of the royalty, he knew he could find Applejack. And hopefully, Fluttershy.
Fluttershy was very nervous. She wasn't completely sure what Jax would ask of her, but she felt that Malak would keep him from going too far. Nightshade noticed her tension, and stopped painting her stripes on.
"Don't be scared, Miss Fluttershy," she smiled. "You're going to be just fine. You're Master Malak's first slave. I'm sure Master Jax will go easy on you."
"Promise?" Fluttershy trembled.
"Well, no..." Nightshade straightened Fluttershy's collar. "But he has no reason to believe that you're more trained than you are. You're not the fastest trained slave I've ever seen, but I've been in assistance to the trade long enough to know that you're above average. I can't promise that you'll be fine, but I'm sure you will be."
"Any advice?"
"Well, first you need to calm down. Take a deep breath with me. Breathe in." The two mares inhaled deeply. "Breathe out." A long exhale followed. "Better?" Fluttershy nervously nodded. She wasn't great, but she was at least slightly improved. "Good. The second piece of advice is to not upset him. Master Malak is very lax and calm, but not Master Jax. Be very respectful. Never forget to call him Master. Do your best to follow his orders, without question or complaint. Master Malak will protect you from some things, but he can't protect you from everything. Lastly, I want you to remember to relax. If things are growing too intense for you, take a deep breath and try to relax. Keep that in mind, and you'll be just fine."
Fluttershy took several deep breaths. As the paint dried on her stomach, she slipped on her clothing. She was going to wear the harem outfit, as Nightshade had said that it would leave a good impression on Jax. It exposed her breasts, but if it would give her the best chance of being allowed to see Applejack, it was worth it. Besides, it didn't bother her as much as it used to. She had been in public wearing more revealing clothes.
The walk to Jax's house was a short one, but it gave Fluttershy plenty of time to upset her nerves. When she arrived, she looked up at the mask over the door. It was triangular, with black and red stripes. There was a black leather bridle with metal studs adorning the mask. The eyes were filled in with yellow plates, making this the first mask she had seen where the eyes were covered.
A pony stallion opened the door. Fluttershy was very frightened when she saw that his arm was in a cast. Was he injured during training? Or was he just as defiant as Applejack, and had been injured in the rebellion against his master? She hugged Malak's arm, hoping that she wouldn't be injured the same way. They made their way inside, waiting for Jax in the very large living room, as another stallion dusted a bookshelf.
"I'm beginning to think this wasn't such a good idea," she mumbled.
Malak turned to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's too late to turn back now. You're here; it's time to keep your vow."
"I hope you're not thinking of running away," called Jax, stepping into the room. "If you want to hurt your friend, that's a surefire way."
Fluttershy shrank down. At Malak's gesture, she tentatively stepped forward and fell to her knees. "G-good morning, M- m-master Jaxton," she said, her eyes glued to his feet. She bowed down, displaying the royal paint on her back. "I'd like to..." She took a deep breath. "I'd like to ask your permission to see Applejack."
"I know why you're here, my little slave. Your request is very brave." Jax bypassed her and sat down on the couch. "It's earlier than most new slaves ask, but I'll allow it, if you're up to the task." He patted his thigh, and Fluttershy moved so that she was between his knees. "Let's see how well you do this trick. I want you to swallow my dick."
Fluttershy nodded. "Yes, Master Jax." She reached up and began to unfasten his pants. Sliding them down, she began to lick at his testicles. He tasted different than Malak. She had only ever tasted the one stallion. He was shorter than her master, but wider. Taking the tip into her mouth, she ran her tongue around it. The tip of her tongue lightly flicked his urethra, impressing him. As soon as he was fully erect, she went down as far as she could. She managed to go down just over halfway before coming back up. While this was already the furthest she had gone, she was intent on impressing him, so she pushed herself very hard, almost managing to take his entire length before she finally couldn't take anymore. The pressure welling up in her neck was starting to turn her face red by the time Jax motioned for her to stop. As she came up, she licked up all of the saliva she could see, making sure he was clean.
"I'm impressed, you learn quite fast." Fluttershy smiled meekly at him. "But now I need to test your ass."
Fluttershy did her best to hold onto her smile, but didn't do a convincing job. She had brought a small bottle of lube with her, and she proceeded to apply it to him with one hand, while her other hand lubricated her arse. Turning around and bending over, she lifted her tail and hoped that he would find her way into the correct hole. As he lined himself up, she shivered, but tried to relax.
She let out a pained yelp as Jax pushed into her. Whereas Malak had gone slowly, Jax was not so easy. He was also girthier, and this caused her a great deal of stretching. She tried to keep from whimpering, but she wasn't doing a good job, as the babbling coming out of her mouth was clearly that of someone in pain. He didn't go more than halfway in, but it was still very difficult. Her only comfort was Malak, who came over to gently stroke her mane and shoulders. Seeing him, she remembered Nightshade's advice. She pulled her knees apart, and took as deep a breath as she could.
Five minutes later, she felt him throbbing, and she knew he was about to ejaculate. She focused on squeezing at the right times, trying to milk out his seed. Soon it was plastered all over her insides. As Jax slipped from her hole, she clenched herself shut, not wanting to spill anything on his rug. Not for his benefit, but rather because she didn't want to stay and clean the rug.
"For four days' work, that's quite a feat," chuckled Jax. "Very well, you and your friend can meet. Take note, however, you won't be alone. Conspiring against me is something I won't condone." He waved over a mare slave, who took Fluttershy by the hand.
"Fluttershy stood and bowed to Jax. "Thank you, Master Jax. I appreciate your generosity."
She followed the mare to a wooden door in the middle of a long hallway. As the door opened, she stepped into the bathroom, rushing over to Applejack in the corner. The two shared a very long hug before separating.
"What in Equestria are you wearing?" asked Applejack. "Don't tell me you walk around like that."
"Well, the outfit isn't really preferred," Fluttershy answered. I wore it mostly so that Master Jax would let me see you. As for the paint..."
"Master Jax? You call him Master?"
"It makes him more likely to hear my request if I do. I may not like it, but it's the only reason he let me see you."
"I guess it's a necessary evil," Applejack groaned. "How are you being treated? They haven't hurt you, have they?"
"I'm doing okay. They haven't hurt me that much. Master Malak is even nice enough to let me walk around town every morning."
"Why don't you run? If he lets you out, you should fly away. It's not like they can really follow you in the sky."
"Applejack, you can't ask me to leave you behind. Think of what they'd do to you if I went missing."
"Don't worry about me, Sugarcube. I'm already being punished significantly. What more can they really do?"
"On the way in, I saw a stallion in a cast. What if they broke your arm, too?"
Applejack blew a raspberry. "That's just Key Ingredient. He fell down the stairs. The other stallion broke his broom over my face."
Fluttershy reached forward and pulled Applejack into another hug. She gently caressed her friend's back, glad to feel that the welts left by the whip had almost disappeared. "Are they feeding you well, at least?"
"Not until Yesterday. Even then, it was only breakfast. What about you?"
"Master Malak is a very nice cook. So is Nightshade. They've been very good about keeping me well-fed."
Applejack chuckled, but it soon turned to sobbing. Fluttershy gently rocked her back and forth, caressing her hair and softly humming the tune that the farm slaves had been singing. She hadn't learned all the words yet, but that didn't matter. What mattered is that she was there for Applejack.
When Applejack finally calmed down, she spoke again. "What are these stripes painted on you?"
"They're royal stripes," answered Fluttershy. "If I wear them around town, then I'm under the protection of King Hasani. I can call over the guards, and they'll aid me, assuming that I'm in the right. The tag on my collar does the same thing, see?" She turned the tag around to show the royal signet pressed into it.
"Wow. Wish I had one of those to keep Jax off of me."
"Master Jax is the one who issues them."
Applejack's face contorted into an expression of disappointment. "I guess I was hoping for too much..."
The two friends spent the next few hours chatting, comparing and contrasting their experiences. When Malakai returned, he called Fluttershy over to him. She said goodbye to Applejack, promising to come back as soon as she was allowed.
Chapter the Fifteenth: Kerfuffle in the Marketplace
Fluttershy was excited. Malak had told her this morning that she was going to be allowed to go to the market without her leash. She still had to wear the collar, and he would be right beside her the entire time. Nightshade was also going along, and would be handling all of the money. She still hadn't learned how the currency worked, but she had learned the names of the coins. She was even allowed to paint her own stripes today. They were a bit shaky, but she had managed to paint them correctly despite her nerves.
The trio set out after Nightshade arrived. The entire walk there, Fluttershy held Malak's hand like a filly on her first trip to purchase her own supplies with supervision being the only interference. There was a particular item she was going to be looking for today; she wanted to give Applejack a gift at their next meeting. She had lost her hat, and Fluttershy was in a position where she could replace it. She thought it would be a nice gesture, and it may even put a smile on her friend's face.
Meanwhile, Big Macintosh had just arrived in the city. His clothes were filthy, as he had just travelled for eight days on foot on roads that were mostly dirt. He hadn't eaten particularly well on his trip, either, so he drew a lot of attention to himself. He looked around as he walked, being appalled at what he saw. Ponies with painted-on stripes clad in simple garb, homes with no defining features, and all the guards were wearing almost no armor. It was no wonder these people were slave owners, the whole town looked like a slum. Regardless, he continued on his path towards the palace. He was here to see the king. As poorly-equipped as these guards were, they would soon be assisting him in finding his sister and punishing those responsible for her capture.
Suddenly, he saw a mare who looked like Applejack. Would he even need the king? He ran up to her, grabbing her shoulder and turning her around.
"Oy! What do you think you're doing, buddy!?" shouted the mare. She had the same color palette as his sister, as well as body shape. But her face was a vast departure, having a prominent horn. She also held a foal in one arm, perhaps two years of age at most.
Big Mac felt the prodding of a metal prong against his shoulder. He turned to see a short Pegasus stallion with a pitchfork pointed at him. "What are you bothering my wife for?" he demanded.
Big Mac put his hands up and backed away. "Sorry, I thought she was someone else..."
A zebra mare stepped up to the trio, placing a hand on the stallion's shoulder. "I'll handle it from here, go back to work." The stallion nodded and retreated to the hay cart he had been loading. The unicorn similarly retreated into her house. The zebra approached Big Mac, her face twisting into a scowl. "We rarely have visitors, let alone jerks. Whatever your business is, make it quick. I have little patience to deal with a dick."
"My apologies," said Big Mac. "She looks like someone very special to me who was kidnapped a week ago."
"She and her husband have been with me eight years. If you have no business, leave. I need to go dry her tears." The zebra mare followed the unicorn into the house. Big mac decided it would be a good time to vacate the scene.
He headed to the market. He was going to see the king, so he should perhaps change his shirt, at least. He found a vendor, but realized that he had no zebra currency. His bits were not legal tender here. Just as he was about to leave, He saw Fluttershy. He was sure of it this time, but he made it a point to watch and listen. The market was more crowded than the stables, and there were guards present. He couldn't risk grabbing the wrong girl this time.
Fluttershy had arrived at the market, and she had let go of Malak's hand. With a look back into his eyes to make sure he was watching her, she filed into the crowds with Nightshade. She wanted to see if there was a vendor that traded in headwear. Certainly, she had a list of items she was supposed to purchase, but she thought it wouldn't be too much to ask for a hat. She was even willing to give up her strawberries to make up the cost. She found a vendor about halfway through. She turned to Nightshade after finding the hat she wanted for Applejack.
"My friend, the one I went to see, lost her hat while we were on our way here. It wasn't unlike this one. She wore it everywhere she went. Do you think Master Malak would mind if I picked it up as a gift?"
Nightshade smiled. "I think it's good that you want to look out for your friend. I also think she'd be very appreciative of any gift you give her, whether Master Jax will let her wear it or not. But this is Master Malak's money. You should ask him first."
Fluttershy nodded and put the hat back down. She wove through the crowd until she returned to Malak. She explained her intentions and he nodded in approval. He was even going to let her keep her strawberries. But before she could return to the vendor, she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled out of her way. She felt an arm wrap around her midsection and she was tucked under his ribs. She cried out for aid, and as the crowd opened up, she could see her master chasing after her, as well as several guards.
The chase continued into the alleyways. Now that Big Mac had her, he wasn't stopping until they were in the clear. Though, now that he was here, he was regretting his choice of escape plans. Three guards with tower shields blockaded the other end of the alley, and more were filing in behind him. He was trapped. Or he would have been, had he not been the powerhouse that was Big Macintosh. He slammed into the wall of one of the buildings, breaking the clay and thatch structure. He was now inside the building. He rushed up the stairs, knocking a zebra stallion over a balcony railing as he pushed past. The guards continued to chase him up to the roof.
Once on the roof, he leaped across the alleyway he had entered through. It was a six metre drop if he slipped, but he made it across the gap unscathed. While a jump like this would have absolutely stopped the Equestrian guards with their metal plate armors, the lightweight nature of the zebra guards allowed them to easily clear the distance. Big Mac had really been counting on them being blockaded by the jump. He rushed off across the rooftops, until he ran out of buildings to jump to. As the zebra guards closed in around him, he was left with only two options. Surrender wasn't a choice he was willing to make, so he leaped as hard as he could towards the next roof. He and Fluttershy fell three metres into the roof of the next building, and it collapsed under the weight of their combined impact.
As Big Mac picked himself up and cleared away some of the rubble, several guards filed in and surrounded them. From behind their tower shields came several spears. They pressed him to the floor as one of the guards came in to pick up Fluttershy. She hadn't seen who had grabbed her yet, but her foot brushed up against the hat he had dropped. She picked it up and looked at it, instantly knowing whose it was. Before she could turn and look at him, Malak arrived and pulled her in close.
"My sweet mare, I feared you'd be lost. This was a line I'd never wished crossed."
Fluttershy turned around. She wanted to be sure it was Big Mac. "Master Malak, I know this stallion. He's Applejack's brother."
"Is that so?" Fluttershy nodded. "In that case, I'll be nice. While the usual punishment for his crime would suffice, I'll have Jax look into his case. With luck, he'll soon feel his sister's embrace."
"Thank you, Master Malak," said Fluttershy, hugging him gently. She'd have tried harder, but she had a few light injuries.
Nightshade came in just then. "Miss Fluttershy!" She ran up and hugged her. "I'm so glad you're alright. Come on, I'll take you to see the physician." After confirming their identities with the guards, the trio left the building, having a selection of new plans for the rest of the day than when they had started. Fluttershy had held onto the hat.
Big Mac awoke in the dungeon beneath the palace. He had gone to sleep after the physician had patched up his wounds. A Zebra knocked a baton against the bars, drawing his attention. This one was not a guard, or rather, wasn't dressed as a guard. Big Mac stood and faced him. "Who are you?"
"My name is Jax. I'm sure you've found that you don't enjoy being bound. I'm told you're here to see your sister, but you've a lot to answer for, mister. While you were on your little rampage, you caused a significant amount of damage."
"My reasons justify my actions," said Big Mac.
"Oh?" chuckled Jax. "You stole from the king. This is not a trivial thing. Normally, you'd suffer his immolating wrath, but on special request, you're offered a less painful path. Work under me and pay off your debt, and I'll ensure you'll be under no threat. Or, if you prefer to be whipped and flayed, I can do that until your debt is repaid."
"I want to see my lawyer."
Jax chuckled as the guards behind him burst into laughter. He let them have their laugh, then calmed them down before turning back to Big Mac. "Your prosecutor is also the judge. No lawyer in the country would even give this a nudge. You're going up against the monarch. This is a quest on which you should not embark."
Big Mac let out a sigh. He didn't have much of a choice in this matter. "Fine. Tell me what you would have me do."
"First, I'll set you up with a room in my house. We'll clean you up, too. Not a single louse. After that, we'll begin your training. We'll have you ready to work, whether sunny or raining. You look rather rugged, just look at your arms. I wonder, have you ever worked on a farm?"
"I have. I was running my own until recently. With all of the other owners, of course."
"I see. In that case, my suggestion is very fair. You'll repay your debt by harvesting pears." With a smile, Jax turned and started walking away.
"Wait!" called Big Mac. "I still need to find my sister!"
"Oh, don't worry," Jax called back. "She's living with me. In no time at all, you'll be connected, you and she.
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True to his word, Jax came back the next day to move Big Mac into his home. He was given a room on the second floor, which was sparsely furnished. It was adorned only with a steel frame bed, with an unclean mattress on top. There was nothing on the walls except a light fixture and a small door, about hip height. It was locked at the moment, but it was the only point of interest other than the light fixture.
"This is where you will rest your head," explained Jax. "I've provided you with your own space, complete with a bed."
"What's with the door?" asked Big Mac, pointing it out. "It's too small to push food through, so I doubt you're going to feed me through it."
"I'll tell you later what that's all about. But for now, you're to wait here, while the shower's cleaned out."
Big Mac sat down on the bed. It was more comfortable than his prison cell, but not by much. He tried the door handle, finding that it was locked. He couldn't leave. The walls were stronger than the buildings he had crashed through earlier, likely because this building was made to hold slaves. Where the clay from the buildings earlier was just a thin layer to keep out the weather, these were sturdy bricks.
Applejack was glad to be moved. She was finally being taken out of the bathroom and being given a bedroom. Fluttershy had said that she was sharing a bed with Master Malak, but she was unsure how that would work with the large number of slaves in this house. It would have to be an awfully big bed. Especially considering the fact that she had overheard Clean Sweep talking about how the new slave that arrived today was a rather big stallion. Besides, she didn't want to share a bed with Jax.
She arrived in her room to find that it was nicer than she expected. The bed was dressed with thick flannel sheets, there was a rug in the middle of the floor and a large wardrobe stood against the far wall. There was a rubber gasket against one wall, about hip height.
"You're being allowed clothes from this point on. Be glad, as you've upped your echelon."
Applejack walked over to the wardrobe and opened it up. There were only two outfits hanging in there. One of them was similar to the outfit Fluttershy had worn to come and see her; the other was loungewear. The thing that drew her attention the most was the stack of neatly folded panties and sports bras. She immediately put on a set of underwear, glad to finally be wearing something that wasn't a pair of shackles.
As Jax's face turned to a scowl, Applejack realized that she was burdened with a certain expectation. She dropped to her knees and bowed to Jax. "Thank you for the gifts, and such." Jax raised his eyebrow, indicating that she had missed something. Applejack swallowed hard and spit out the final word. "...Master..."
With a satisfied grin, Jax patted her head. "Good girl. Tomorrow, you'll be given a new chore. It's not difficult, as you're now trained as a whore. When a dick comes in through that hole in the wall," He indicated the gasket stuck to the wall. "You're to suck it without question, and swallow it all."
Applejack nodded. She was becoming used to the taste of dick, and was beginning to develop an appreciation for the taste of cum. Perhaps when she returned to Ponyville, she'd be a bit more loose. It may even attract a husband. At least then, it would be her choice to do so.
Jax left the room as Applejack's tutor arrived. "Today, you'll be learning about glory holes. They're the anonymous way to polish stallion poles."
The door unlocked and Jax walked in. "Come, it's time to give you a scrub. You smell like you've spent a month away from the tub." Big Mac stood up and followed Jax to the bathroom. As Jax commanded , he placed his hands in the shackles hanging from the ceiling after stripping down. While Applejack had to be wrested into the restraints, Big Mac only needed to be convinced that he would be released after his shower. Then again, that may have been because Big Macintosh had been convinced that his punishment would mostly be monetary, and he was certain that he could earn his way out.
As the water began to heat up, a striped pony mare came into the room with a collection of brushes and washcloths. Big Mac was not used to being completely nude in front of mares, and immediately closed his legs to try to hide his genitals from her. He had been expecting Jax to clean him, but when she showed up, Jax left the room. Big Mac was alone with a pony mare. To make things even more difficult for him, she pulled off her shirt and tied back her mane.
"Good afternoon. I hear you're Master Jax's new workhorse." Big Mac nodded sheepishly in response, trying to think about things that would keep his erection from growing any further. "My name is Pressure Wave. I serve as Master Jax's personal guard, except in such cases where discretion is advised or no guard is needed. I also help around the house." As he turned to the bucket on the floor and bent over, Big Mac caught a glimpse of her cutie mark. A grenade. This was a dangerous mare to tangle with. He was also made aware that she wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt. "So what's your name, big guy?"
It was nigh impossible to conceal Big Mac's erection. It was quite prominent. "I'm M-Macintosh," he stuttered. He'd have blushed, too, but it wouldn't show up.
Wave grabbed the head of his penis firmly in her hand, causing Big Mac to yelp and jump back. "With this sort of endowment, you'd think they'd call you 'Big Macintosh.'" She chuckled at her own joke and brought out her soft bristle brush. "We'll start with a quick scrub with a rinse. We'll add soap later." Big Mac nodded, too embarrassed to fight back. She began scrubbing, and the water beneath their feet began to turn brown as the dirt on his body turned to mud and slid off of him. He was enjoying the feeling of being clean again, but even more so, he liked the feeling of Pressure Wave rubbing all over his body. As she applied soap, she started stroking his erection, causing him to shiver with anticipation.
"You like that, big boy?"
"Yeah," moaned Big Mac, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. He was usually very shy, and definitely an old-fashioned sort of stallion, so he had never been this far with a mare before. Not that he didn't want to be, but he felt that he should earn it. Despite that, the feeling of being stroked was wonderful. She stroked harder through the washcloth, working up a thick, soapy lather. As she gripped his testicles with her other hand, he let out a loud groan and a long rope of cum shot out of his tip, painting the wall on the other end of the room. Another, less powerful spurt splattered on the floor. As he slumped down, being held up by his shackles, he panted heavily.
She smiled and rinsed him off, moving up to his mane and using a medium bristle brush to comb through it. It was all tangled, and full of grass and sticks that had become lodged there during his camping excursion. She pulled out all of the debris, as well as several clumps of his hair in the process. She did the same to his tail. After a hearty helping of shampoo, he was clean and well-satisfied.
He was released and allowed to dry himself off, then escorted back to his room. A hot meal was waiting for him, along with a change of clothes. The door was locked, and he was left to put himself to bed and await his first day of training tomorrow. He was sure it would be the last, as he could easily prove that he needed no training to pick pears. They were so close to apples that he really wasn't going to be changing his profession by much.
Big Mac woke up the next morning to a pounding on the steel door that kept him locked in the room. A slide opened up it the doorframe, and he heard Jax's voice calling to him from the other side of the door. "Wake up, Macintosh. Rise and shine. Dress yourself and prepare for breakfast time."
As the slide slid closed, Big Mac sat up and stretched his arms. He had a long day of picking pears ahead of him, a task for which he was well-equipped. He stood up and approached his new clothing. He hadn't looked at them closely yesterday, but now that he had seen them, he was unsure about wearing them. Sure, he had returned to his room while nude after his shower, but that was inside of a private residence. Unless the pear trees he would be tending were also enclosed from prying eyes, he would be very embarrassed to be seen wearing this outfit.
The first article he put on was a collar. It was demeaning, to be sure, but he at least understood the message behind it. Until his debt was paid, he was a slave, and slaves wore collars. His top was also an understandable choice. It covered his chest and arms, protecting them from the sun. His abdomen was left completely open, which was a good choice for breezier days. He could even understand the fact that there were no shoes, despite it being an occupational hazard. What he could not stand behind was his uniform's bottom. It was just a loincloth. It covered him from the front just fine, so long as he wasn't pitching a tent, but his backside was on full display. And to top it all off, he was given no underwear to keep his genitals properly secured. He didn't have an alternative outfit, so he would have to make due with this, and hope that he didn't encounter any more topless mares.
Shortly after he was dressed, the door opened, and Jax stood in the frame. "I see you're collared. Excellent choice. I haven't need to raise my voice. I see your clothes are the correct size. That should come as no surprise."
"If I may interject," interrupted Big Mac. "Is there a reason I wasn't given pants?"
"A reason there is, and a good one, too," smiled Jax. "I am not beholden to you. You'll find instead, it's the other way 'round. Therefore, what you wear is culturally sound. The situation is, you belong to me. So you'll wear what I tell you until you are free." Big Mac nodded in understanding. "Now, I'm told that last night, with my personal guard, as she was cleaning you, your dick became hard." As if in response to being reminded of Pressure Wave's treatment of him, Big Mac's shaft pushed aside the loin covering and grew to a half-chub. "I see your interest is not soon to wane. How would you like to spend time with her again?"
Big Mac sheepishly nodded. "I wouldn't mind it if she wanted to do that again."
"While the laws clearly state that pleasure's not to be hoarded, If you do your job well today, I promise you'll be rewarded. In fact, I can set you up with her once per day. A reasonable bargain, wouldn't you say?"
Big Mac was a bit wary. "First, I want to ask if this is going to increase my debt to you at all."
Jax chuckled. "This is a free service I'm giving to you. Your debt will not increase when you take favours from my crew."
"Okay. Second, and more important, I want to know that she is consenting to it. Not just doing it because she has to."
Jax placed his hand over his chest. "I promise you, she's under no obligation. She genuinely wishes to give you elation."
Big Mac stood and extended his hand. "It's a deal, then." Jax took his hand and gave it a shake, confirming the contract.
After breakfast, Big Mac was painted and taken to an orchard, where he spent the entire day tending to the pear trees. It was early October, so it was still a bit early to be harvesting the fruits, but some of the early bloomers were starting to show their colours. They weren't quite ready to be picked, but that day wasn't very far away. He would have told this to his superior, but he had already been told by his overseer that there wasn't particularly much to do today. It was a good time for orientation, however, as several other slaves with similar stripes didn't know what they were doing. Big Mac was perfectly happy to assist in answering any questions that he could, being an expert in apples. The fruits were similar enough that most of what he knew was applicable here, too.
As the day drew to a close, he was even less happy about the thin apron he was using to cover himself. Twice today, zebra mares had grabbed his exposed butt. He had voiced his distaste for such actions, but the guards made sure he was aware that they had a right to do so. When he arrived in his room, he sat down, waiting for Pressure Wave to come talk to him. While he was very interested in being touched by her, he was even more interested in having a conversation.
The door creaked open and Big Mac stood up. In the doorway stood Jax. "Congratulations on your first day of work. I'm told you performed admirably. Are you ready for your perk?" Big Mac nodded excitedly. Jax moved over to the small door on the wall and unlocked it, sliding it out of the way to reveal a rubber gasket. "I told you that I'd explain the door's use. You'll find that the purpose is anything but obtuse. You rub your cock until it grows firm, then stick it through here and try not to squirm. She's waiting for you now, on the other side of this wall. Give it a shot, let her taste of your balls."
Big Mac was apprehensive. He wasn't sure about this. Something felt very wrong. "How do I know there's not a zebra with a sword on the other side of this wall?" he asked. "How do I know I won't be harmed?"
Jax looked hurt. "You wound me, sir, with your accusation. I'll prove that it's safe with a demonstration." Jax removed his pants, massaged himself to an erection, then shoved his cock through the hole. He waited thirty seconds, then pulled it back out, showing that it was freshly coated in saliva. "There, you see? It's perfectly safe. The worst thing that'll happen is you might chafe."
His fears now mostly alleviated, Big Mac began to rub himself. First through the loincloth, then directly as he began to peek out. He approached the wall, slowly pushing through the gap. It was a snug fit, but he was able to fit his entire length inside.
Applejack sat back as a new cock entered through the gloryhole. This one didn't belong to Jax, and it didn't belong to either of the two male slaves. She knew those ones well enough by now to distinguish between them. This must belong to the new slave. She gave it a sniff, and found that it was sweaty. She was familiar with this smell, but she couldn't place it. Perhaps this was because all of the slaves used the same scent of soap as their master. Either way, if this was the new slave, she wanted him to feel that everything would be alright, and that she would look after him. Wrapping her lips around the head, she began to suck.
Jax smiled as Big Macintosh moaned with pleasure. He had enjoyed the handjob he had received yesterday, but he was enjoying this blowjob even more. And just like yesterday, this was his first time experiencing it. He instantly became hard as a rock, and had to resist the urge to buck his hips. He pressed himself against the wall as hard as he could, trying to fit more of himself through the wall to feel such pleasures.
Applejack wrapped her hands around the length and started bobbing her head up and down. This guy was big, but she couldn't tell if he was in desperate need of comfort or just very forceful. She wanted to believe the former, but experience told her that it was likely the latter. He didn't taste terrible, actually. As far as cocks were concerned, this had been the tastiest one.
He didn't last very long, as she was soon drinking down his cum. Even that was more flavorful than she was used to. She had a feeling that she would like this stallion, if ever they met. As a sign of good faith, Applejack took his entire length into her mouth, and as she slowly pulled back, she applied a sharp suction, making sure he was completely clean and empty before he disappeared back into the rubber seal that separated the rooms.
Big Mac leaned against the wall, panting. That was the most intense blowjob he had ever received. The only one, too, but that didn't matter. He looked up at Jax, who patted his shoulder. "Every day when you come back from your job, she'll be waiting to swallow your knob. This is a gift to you from me, and I hope it might earn your loyalty. Take note, however, that she's not your personal lay. You are only to indulge in this only once per day."
Big Mac nodded and thanked Jax. His head was spinning with the room, and he felt ready to pass out. He crawled over to the bed, taking a short nap before dinner.
Fluttershy woke up to Malak gently rubbing her breast with one hand, while his other hand was down between her legs. She could feel his morning wood pressed up between her arse cheeks. This was a normal morning for her by now, and she had learned to just accept it and enjoy the ride.
After she had her morning rub, she had a shower and breakfast. As she prepared to go to her yoga session, however, Malak held her back. She looked up at him, confused at the break from routine. "Are we not going to yoga class, Master Malak?"
"Tomorrow we will, but not today. Your dance instructor is on his way."
"Dance instructor?"
"Yes. Your appeal can still enhance. So you're going to learn to belly dance."
Fluttershy had never heard of belly dancing before. She knew how to waltz, but that was the peak of her dance knowledge. She had never been particularly high-energy, so dancing wasn't really her style. She hoped that the moves were simple enough that she could pick it up easily.
She decided that it might be a good idea to do some light stretching, anyway. She had made a few friends at the yoga class, and hoped that they would understand why she was missing today. She looked over at Malak, who was sitting on the couch with a newspaper. She wished he had told her yesterday at breakfast that she wouldn't be attending yoga today. She could have explained that to her friends had that been the case.
As she finished off her preparations, there was a knock at the door. She opened it, finding a pony stallion in a spandex outfit. He wasn't particularly muscular. If anything, she would describe him as thin. He had dark brown hair draping down over his shoulder. His vibrant green eyes met with hers. "Miss Fluttershy?"
Fluttershy nodded. "Yes, that's me."
He extended his hand to shake. "I'm Spinner. I'll be your dance instructor this morning."
Fluttershy shook his hand and was surprised by the strength of his grip. She escorted him inside, specifically to a place where Malak could see him. If there was an issue, Malak didn't indicate, so she assumed that Spinner was the correct pony for the job. As some of the furniture in the living room was shifted aside for space, Fluttershy voiced her concerns.
"I'm afraid I don't know what belly dancing is. Is it hard?"
Spinner chuckled. "Not really. You'll be able to perform all the basic moves in a few days, if you work at it hard enough. Besides, you look reasonably fit. You'll be just fine."
With the area now commandeered for a dance lesson, Malak left the room. Spinner turned to Fluttershy, who was wearing her athletic outfit. "I see you're already dressed in appropriate clothing for this," he smiled. "Most beginners think you have to start out in a tight, skimpy outfit, but that's closer to the end than the beginning. As long as I can see how your body is shifting, any outfit you're comfortable in is just fine."
"So, where do we start?" asked Fluttershy nervously.
"We should begin with a quick warm-up and a few stretches."
"I did some yoga before you arrived. I'm set for stretches."
Spinner smiled. "Good for you. That's a good practice for when I'm supposed to be teaching you, to prepare for my training. But you still need to warm up, so lets see some abdominal crunches and deep lunges. Not a lot, just a few."
Fluttershy did as she was told. It wasn't strenuous, but it did increase her heart rate and blood flow. She was expecting push-ups to be included, as they were part of the standard set of exercises she knew, but Spinner assured her that those would be unimportant for the purposes of what he was planning to teach her today. He did encourage her to do them on her own time, however, as they certainly wouldn't be a detriment.
"So, now that we're all warmed up, let's start with the first thing you need to know about belly dancing. Posture is important. Your feet should be hip width apart and parallel to each other. Keep your knees bent. Your chin should always be parallel to the ground, and your shoulders should be dropped low. In all but the final lesson for today, your shoulders should never move."
"What about my wings?"
"Keep them folded. When you've mastered the basics, we might talk about how to effectively use your wings. For now, we'll start with posture." Spinner walked in circles around Fluttershy, correcting her stance as he went. She didn't need much in the way of adjustment. "Good. Now we'll start with something easy. It's called the hip lift, and it's exactly what it sounds like."
Wanting to impress him, Fluttershy tried to perform the move before he showed her the technique. As she lifted her leg, her whole body shifted to the side. "Like this?"
"No, no. You're putting too much into it. I want you to, from your starting stance, hold your weight on your left leg. Use your abdominal muscles to pull your hip up. Your knee and ankle should come along for the ride, but your toes stay where they are." He demonstrated, showing that his only movement was his right leg and his abdomen. A crease formed on his side, drawing her eyes to his hips. "Try it that way."
She took a few attempts to do it right, then he had her switch legs. For the next twenty minutes, they went over that same move several hundred times. Fluttershy's abs hurt by the end, and she cursed herself for not being a strong pony like Rainbow Dash.
"Now let's focus on your chest," said Spinner, coming back to his resting position. "The next step is chest lifts. This doesn't mean pushing your chest forward." He demonstrated the right and wrong way to do it. Fluttershy tried to replicate it, and was corrected. Her shoulders were moving too much, and she was associating chest movements with breathing. "If you try to breathe alongside your movements, you'll destroy your lungs when you increase the speed of your movements."
This concept took her a long time to grasp. Much like with singing, the muscles in her gut were the primary focus, trying to move them separately from those in her chest. It took her a fair amount of effort, but she eventually figured it out. After repeating the movement until Spinner was satisfied with her abilities, he made her repeat the hip lifts to make sure she didn't forget them.
"Next is the easy one. The head slide. Without moving your shoulders, move your head from side to side, keeping your chin parallel to the ground."
Fluttershy was relieved to not have to work her abs anymore. They were burning by now. While this was the easiest move for her to learn, she still had some trouble with it. She managed to keep her head level, but she kept moving her shoulders. With a bit of help from her instructor, she managed to make it work. Once she could do it masterfully, she was once again made to demonstrate her memory of the last few moves.
"Good, good. We're almost done. The fourth and final move we will learn today is your hand circles." He demonstrated the move. It wasn't hard, but it was complex. Essentially, it all came down to making small circles with her wrists while making wider circles with her arms. The wrist circles were much akin to wiping something with a rag. The arm circles started low, and as her hands came in front of her, they crossed. They rose up above her head and swung out before coming back down to repeat the motions. Much like all of the others, she had to repeat the move over and over again.
Before she started demonstrating her prior moves, Spinner gave her a routine to follow. Choreography, he called it. She was about to begin when Malak returned to the room. He moved over to the couch, sitting down and watching her. This was no longer a lesson, it was now a performance. Her stomach tightened up with nerves. The only calming factor in the room was the fifteen foot snake wrapped around Malak's shoulders.
With instruction from her tutor, she performed the dance for Malak. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see how disappointed he was. Had she kept her eyes open, she would have seen that the snake was following her movements closely, matching her head movements whenever they came around. At the end of the routine, she tentatively opened one eye to see whether or not Malak had enjoyed it.
"While your progress is quite inspired, your confidence leaves something to be desired. Your facial expression betrays your nerves. The only audience who'll enjoy that are pervs. Still, not a bad opening session. I look forward to your progress in the next lesson."
Spinner was paid for his services, and the furniture was returned to the correct positions. It wasn't quite time for lunch yet, so Fluttershy sat down next to Malak. "Is this Jerome?" Malak nodded.
It was obvious to Fluttershy why Jerome had been irritable recently. His scales were shiny, vibrant and beautiful. He had only just finished shedding his skin. While Fluttershy had dealt with angry snakes before, Jerome was actually very friendly to her right off the bat. He slid over onto her shoulder and sniffed at her. His tongue tickled her wherever he looked. He began to wrap himself around her arm, climbing up to her shoulder and around her neck. Any fear she had about him that had grown when Nightshade was bitten disappeared instantly, and she was absolutely certain that they would become close friends.
Big Mac had been enjoying his gloryhole sessions for the last week. Pressure Wave was very good at pleasuring him. He'd finally reached the point where he didn't always require a nap after his blowjobs. He was also enjoying his job more, having finally started harvesting pears today. He had performed the most admirably out of all of his peers, being one of the few that were experienced in orchard work. Not to brag, but instead to bring in the most coin he could.
When he came back to his room, he was met with the view of Jax sitting on his bed with another mare. This one was a zebra. "The vision of loveliness before your eyes is named Zylah, and she's after a prize." Jax stood up and placed his hand of Big Mac's shoulder. "An extra duty has been added to your plate. If you want your relief, then her lust you must sate."
"How exactly do you expect me to do that?" asked Big Mac. Just as he had never received oral sex until recently, he had never given it, either. More importantly, he had never seen this mare. How could he possibly know what she wanted?
"She will tell you what you need to know," smiled Jax. "Take this as an opportunity for your expertise to grow." With a pat on his back, Jax left the room, leaving Big Mac alone with the buxom mare.
"Jax tells me you've never mated before," chuckled Zylah, standing and swaying her hips as she approached him. "I wonder what could lie in store?" She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him over to the bed. He could have easily resisted, being more than twice her strength, but he thought it best to do as she asked, unless it went beyond a reasonable thought. He was pushed onto the bed, made to lie down on his back. She began to strip down, tossing her clothes to the floor.
"So, what exactly do you want me to do?" questioned Big Mac, his arousal pushing his loincloth aside.
She straddled his hips, running her fingers along his exposed abs. "For now, I want you to stay as you are. It's all new to you, so I'll lower the bar." She pushed up his shirt, rubbing his chest. He was enjoying it thus far, but he started to enjoy it less when she grabbed his nipples. She gave them a firm tug, eliciting a surprised yelp from him. He looked up at her smirking face, unsure why she would do such a thing. Before he could ask, she pulled her hips up to his face, pressing her vulva against his nose.
Big Mac had taken an anatomy class during his education, and knew what a vagina was supposed to look like. This looked nothing like what he remembered. This one was coal black, even on the inside, whereas he was certain they were supposed to turn pink as he went further in. She had two barbell studs on her left labium, and a single horseshoe barbell on the right, though it did go through two holes. Her pubic hair was shaved into the shape of a spade, such as would be found on a deck of cards, leaving most of the skin exposed to him.
"Start by doing what you think I'll enjoy," she said, pressing her lips to his. "If you're wrong, I'll correct you, boy." Big Mac was unsure where to start, but he began by sticking out his tongue and dragging it along her slit. In response, she began to grind against him.
His hands came up to her hips, giving him an indication of when she would change direction. He started becoming bolder, driving his tongue deep into her hole. She tasted different on the inside than she did on the outside. Better, in fact. Sickeningly sweet liquid began to seep from her folds, dripping down onto his face. She smiled down at him, and he knew he was doing well.
Suddenly, as his nose brushed against her clitoris, she clenched down on his tongue. When it happened a second time, he saw that there was a pattern to it, and tested out his newfound theory by sucking against it. Her thighs squeezed against his head, and she pushed harder against his face. Her left hand gripped at his head, pulling him in by his hair. She bit down on her lip, but couldn't suppress a moan.
They continued in this way for several minutes. She was almost at her limit when she pulled away from him, sliding down his body until her quivering pussy pressed against the tip of his turgid penis. She was very moist, and he was easily slipped inside of her canal. Both of them were close by now, and it wasn't long before he filled her with his virility. She needn't worry about conceiving, as the nation's healthcare made birth control very easy to come by.
She slid up to his face, pressing her pussy against his lips again. "You're an excellent lay, but I digress, it's time for you to clean your mess." Big Mac obediently began to lick her clean between his panting. On her command, he sucked out all of the cum he could reach with his tongue. He was not as pleased with the taste of his own semen as he had been with her flavor. When she was all cleaned and dressed, she stood up and left the room, closing and locking the door behind her. Big Mac had to catch his breath before he could walk over to the gloryhole. He was starting to puff up again, and as he pushed through the hole, he wondered if Pressure Wave would be okay with his sticky cock.
Applejack had been a bit worried about the new guy. He usually came through the hole at about the same time every day, but he was late today. She hadn't been told that he would be late, and she wondered if he had been kept away for the purposes of punishment.
Just as she was about to give up, she saw him push through the wall. He was dirtier than usual, being covered in multiple bodily fluids. She wondered if he was being treated well, or being held down and used. It wasn't her business, she reasoned, setting herself down in front of it and cleaning it with her tongue. He was still wet, meaning that whatever had happened to him was very recent. She admired his stamina.
Pulling out her dildo, she thrust it up inside of herself, submitting to the fantasy she had put together in her head. In it, she would rescue this stallion, carrying him back home to the farm and introducing him to her family. He'd be given a place to sleep in her bed and they would work the farm together all day long. In the colder months, He'd help run the cider press while she brought in the harvest. They'd live a long and happy life together, her and this mystery stallion.
Her fantasies ended as he pumped a hot load down into her stomach. She'd already had dinner, but he had made a pleasant dessert.
"Yes, yes," encouraged Spinner, clapping his hands to the beat of the music. "Very good, miss Fluttershy. Now turn to your right..."
Fluttershy had been learning how to dance for two and a half weeks now. She no longer felt pained by the moves, having strengthened her core muscles significantly through regular practice. Her yoga friends were very understanding, and even supportive of her new position. Except one of them, who was upset that her own master wouldn't pay for dance lessons.
The lesson was almost over for the day, and Malak walked in with Jerome and Nightshade in tow. They sat down on the couch, watching her. Malak's face displayed his expectation with a stern gaze. Nightshade was more encouraging, smiling and inclining her thumbs. This was normal behaviour for Malak, but this was the first time Fluttershy would be dancing for Nightshade. As such, Malak had told Fluttershy that she would be wearing her harem uniform. This was, by all accounts, a performance for her.
Fluttershy took her position and the music started. She knew she wasn't under any spotlight, but she could feel its phantom heat beating down on her. As her cue came up, her hips started moving. She wanted to close her eyes, but had been encouraged by Malak to keep them open while performing. If she held her eyes closed for more than three seconds, he would bend her over his knee. He'd done it twice, so she knew he meant to hold to his word.
She trembled as she danced, having lost any amount of confidence as soon as she had an audience. No amount of technique she had earned had done anything to combat her stage fright. She was doing her best to cover it up, and managed to hide it from Nightshade, the only pony in the room who didn't see her fear. Her expertise was in home and garden care, rather than music and dance.
When the dance was finished, Nightshade applauded. "Beautiful. Just magnificent." She stood up and ran to Fluttershy, giving her a hug. Fluttershy returned it, still trembling. "And you learned all of that in three weeks?"
Fluttershy blushed and nodded. "I'm still learning..."
"Not for much longer," interjected Spinner. "Barring some sort of accident, your lessons are almost over. I only teach beginners. I have a recital coming up, if you'd like to perform, but I don't know if that's a good idea."
Nightshade scowled at Spinner. "Are you saying she's not good enough to dance at your recital?"
"It's not a good idea for her to perform that night," confirmed Malak. "Unless she suddenly loses her case of stage fright. She was terrified performing in front of us few, she'll definitely panic when there're hundreds in view."
Spinner nodded. "That's not something I'm qualified to work out. If she manages to find a way to deal with the stage fright, she'll be very welcome to display her skill at my showcase."
During the course of this conversation, Jerome had slipped from Malak's shoulders and coiled himself around Fluttershy's waist. As she gently stroked his long, slender body, he made his way up around her arms and shoulders until his entire weight was on her. She looked into his silver eyes, entranced by the golden rings surrounding them. While most ponies would probably be upset by the red stripes running down his back, she thought he was cute.
She began to sway, having lost all interest in the conversation about her. For the moment, all that mattered was him. The world around her seemed to vanish, leaving the two of them alone. He began to pull at her muscles, gently directing her movements. It was a slow, sensual dance.
As Malak turned to ask her to opine on how long she would take, he noticed that she was performing better now than ever she had before. As her body moved smoothly from one position to the next, he caught a glimpse of her face, displaying genuine joy. She had grown very close to Jerome, telling Malak that she loved animals of all kinds. She had previously been living with dozens, but since she had arrived, Jerome was the only one she could give her love to. Malak drew the attention of the other two, and they watched the display.
"Wow," chuckled Spinner. "That's quite an improvement. I wonder if this may be the key that unlocked her abilities?"
"I knew she was good," smiled Nightshade. "But this is better than what I saw earlier."
Malak said nothing, but sat down and enjoyed the show. He turned the music back on, to see if she would synchronize with it. She did, picking up speed as the tempo rose, and slowing as it fell. She didn't seem to react to anything else, as Spinner issued commands that she didn't follow. Not that any extra commands were needed, as Fluttershy's movements were spot-on.
Eventually, Jerome lost eye contact with her, wrapping himself around her neck. She returned to her senses, finding that she'd had an audience for her dance. Her face flushed red, easily visible through the veil. This time, however, even Malak clapped for her performance.
"That's very good," he said. "I'm very impressed. When Jerome is with with you, you seem less distressed. He cares for you, and you obviously care for him. If you dance together, I can see clearly your vim."
"That was amazing, Fluttershy," smiled Nightshade. "I'm a little jealous, to be honest."
"That's quite a drastic bit of progress," chuckled Spinner. "If you can dance that way in front of my public class, I'll extend to you an invitation to dance at my showcase."
She didn't really want to attend the showcase. She didn't much care for dancing. Part of her wished that she could be listed as a home and garden slave, and spend her time with plants and animals. Unfortunately, that was not her decision to make. She turned to Malak, wondering what he would make her do.
"If you feel you're ready to share, you can go. If you'd rather not do it now, you can just say so. Keep in mind, though, that you'll be preforming for the king. If you can't perform by then, you'll receive a beating. Not from me, mind you, I don't like to cause pain. Instead, Jax will have his way, and you'll be in chains."
Fluttershy swallowed hard. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt too much to at least try to dance in front of your class. Can Jerome come with me?"
Spinner nodded. "I'll set you up with a slot for next week. How's that sound?"
Fluttershy nodded, hugging Jerome closer to her. He responded by tickling her ear with his tongue.
It had been a long day of harvesting pears. Big Mac was all sweaty when he arrived in his bedroom. He had asked Clean Sweep on the way up the stairs if he could send for Jax, as it was time to discuss their deal. He sat on the bed and wiped his brow with a damp rag. His wardrobe had expanded, though it had only gone outward, not upward. He could change the colour of his shirt, but not what it actually covered, as an example.
Jax appeared shortly, leaning against the doorframe. "I'm told you want to talk to me. What does the problem seem to be?"
"When I came here, you told me I would be able to see my sister. I've been here three weeks now. I haven't seen her once. At least let me see that she's alright. Please."
Jax nodded. "Your request sounds to be within reason. I'll see if a meeting, we can squeeze in. While I'm prepping that, why don't you shower? Since you've been separate, this meeting will wow her. We can't have you being an unwashed tramp, so don't come back 'til you've earned my stamp."
Big Mac agreed and went to go shower. Jax scowled. This would put his plans into action before he was ready. He sent for two guards, and ordered Pressure Wave to standby in the nearby walk-in closet. If Big Mac didn't break in just the right way, he would need to put together a new plan. Worse yet, this could undo all of Applejack's training, and he would have to start from scratch with both of them. This would have to go perfectly.
He rifled through a bag in his bedroom. Finding what he needed, he made sure it was still usable. It was a tube of green lipstick. He had other colours, but he needed something vibrant that would be very easily identified on sight. It also needed to be able to come off on whatever the mare's lips touched, while still sticking to her lips. He chose green simply because it complimented Applejack's eyes.
He came to Applejack's room and barged in. She was just cleaning herself up and exchanging pleasantries with her tutor. "That's enough for today, be on your way," he said, rushing the tutor out the door. When he was alone with Applejack, he closed the door. "Your harem outfit, you need to don. I have a deal you need to make good on."
Applejack stripped out of her underwear, putting on a fresh set of panties under her harem outfit. "Are we going somewhere, Master?" she asked hopefully. She hadn't been outside the house since her arrival a month ago.
"No, somepony has come to see you." He tossed her the lipstick. "You will need to put this on, too." Applejack was confused why she would need to wear lipstick while also wearing a veil over it. Still, she applied it, not wanting to upset her master. "Now, before we introduce you to your guest, you still have to do what you do best. When the new slave's cock comes through the wall, you'll use your mouth to drain his balls. When he's done, you'd be remiss if you didn't give his dick a kiss."
"A kiss, Master?"
"Yes, make sure it's clear to see. If he wants your mouth, he should feel free."
Applejack nodded. "He's free to use me anytime he wishes. That is my purpose, after all."
Jax had to hide his giddiness. Applejack was now exactly how he wanted her. Letting her return to her past ways would absolutely be considered a failure now, and that was not an option.
Big Mac came out of the shower and returned to his room, where Jax was waiting for him. "Why are there guards downstairs?" he asked.
"They're here to make sure you don't destroy my home," answered Jax. "You already have an outstanding loan. If you grabbed Applejack and tried to run, all the goodwill you've earned will be undone. You'd be too dangerous to keep around, and we'd have to embed you six feet underground."
"Alright, alright, calm down," said Big Mac worriedly. "I'm not planning to run off. Your guards have already proven effective. I just want to see Applejack. Where is she?"
"She's on her way to the shower, too. She didn't want to be a mess for you. While you wait, why don't you take your per diem? Unless you want Applejack to have a bad dream? Popping a boner in front of your sister? Not an idea with very much glister."
"That wouldn't be a problem if you let me wear pants," groaned Big Mac as he pushed his member through the opening in the wall.
Applejack immediately went to work pleasuring the cock coming through her wall. She had guests waiting for her, she had to make this quick. She didn't want to be perceived as rude, so she made sure he was well taken care of, but she wanted to be done before her guest arrived. She wondered who her guest could be. Fluttershy, probably. That had been her only real guest thus far, and nopony else knew where to find her, as far as she knew.
Big Mac pressed his hands against the wall, wanting to make this last. For once, he was clean for her, and she could have him without any of the filth that had accumulated. It crossed his mind that she may like the filth. Perhaps it added some sort of flavor that he wasn't aware of. Regardless, he needed to hold out for now. At Least until Applejack was ready to see him.
Applejack had never had this much trouble milking this cock before. Usually, he was very eager to spill his seed down her throat, but for some reason, he wasn't letting go of it today. This left her no choice. She lowered her panties, letting his shaft leave her lips as she turned around and slid his length into her slick, glistening pussy. With a firm shove, she was riding him.
Big Mac couldn't believe it. He was actually inside her. No more tongue, no more avoiding her teeth. The mare who had given him such pleasures was now riding his dick, filling him to the brim with euphoria. He didn't last much longer, spewing a massive load of sperm into her waiting womb.
Applejack had been blessed with the feeling of fullness she had learned to associate with feeling good. Showering that section of wall with her liquid love, she slowly pulled off of him, keeping all of his seed inside. She didn't have the time to clean up a new mess, she had company coming. She turned around and licked him clean, planting a kiss at the base of his shaft as commanded. In order to show her appreciation, though, she planted three more. The first at the medial ridge, the second near the tip and the third right on his urethra. The lipstick left marks, so she knew he would see them.
As Big Mac pulled out, he saw the kiss marks on his cock. He had fallen in love with her, and was glad to know that she loved him in return. He sat down on the bed to catch his breath.
Jax stood and walked to the door. "That looked fun. I'll be right back. I'm going to go check on Applejack." Out of one door and into the next, he found Applejack, trying to wipe up what mess she could. She was focused on the wall, rather than on the blob of cum dripping down her leg past her panties. "I want you to puff out your chest. We're going now to see your guest."
Applejack stood up, straightening her outfit. She followed Jax to the next room over. Her eyes lit up when she saw Big Mac. Her brother had come to rescue her. Only then did she see, as his loincloth shifted, the marks of lipstick she had left on his cock. The tastiest cum she had ever tasted dripped down her leg as she realized about whom she had been fantasizing. He was the stallion she had been sucking off.
Big Mac came to the same realization as she fell to her knees in front of him. Her veil had fallen, revealing that her lips bore the same lipstick as had covered his penis. Pressure Wave hadn't been drinking him with fervor. It had been Applejack this entire time.
Both of them just sat there trembling for a few minutes, horrified at their actions. Jax looked on with Pressure Wave and the two guards standing behind him, ready to leap in at a moment's notice. The room was completely silent.
Suddenly, Big Mac's erection began to stir. He had been remembering all they had done together, and cursing himself for it. His body betrayed him as he thought about his own flesh and blood sucking him off. As if on instinct, Applejack wrapped her hand around it and began tonguing it. By the time she realized what she was doing, he was already hard again, and she was fondling his balls. He was in such shock that he made no move to stop her. All he could do was to close his eyes and imagine it was somepony else.
Satisfied with his work, Jax smiled. He turned to Pressure Wave and whispered into her ear. "When you're sure these two are finished, see that their inappetence is replenished." She nodded as he left the room. Before the night was over, she would see them pass out from exhaustion and dehydration.
"Thank you, Master Jax, for letting me visit again," smiled Fluttershy, bowing to him. "I really appreciate it."
"How could I say no to you?" chuckled Jax. "You've given me a spectacular view. Your motions had me in a trance. I'm glad I suggested you learn to dance. The way your body sways and bends... Go on upstairs, see your friends."
Fluttershy bowed again and made her way up the stairs. She found Applejack's room, which was now clearly marked. They were trained well enough by now that they needed no escort, and doors were only locked at night. With a knock at the door, Fluttershy entered, being surprised that she and Applejack were wearing the same outfit in different colours. Applejack's was green.
"Fluttershy!" called Applejack, rushing over to hug her friend. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too, Applejack. In fact, I brought you a gift." From behind her back, Fluttershy produced Applejack's old Stetson. "I took it from Big Mac when he tried to rescue me. I wanted to give it to you sooner, but I guess I should have let him keep it."
Applejack's eyes welled up with tears at the sight of her old hat. She put it on, a wave of nostalgia washing over her. "Thank you for this, Fluttershy. It means a lot to me." Once more, Fluttershy was pulled into a tight, loving embrace. As she pulled away, Applejack took off the hat, placing it gently on top of the loungewear set in her wardrobe. "It'll be nice to wear it again, but it really clashes with my current outfit. I'll take it out next time I go out to the fields."
The two mares sat together on Applejack's bed, catching each other up on their exploits. Fluttershy talked about Jerome, and how he had helped her win the support of the crowd at the dance showcase. Applejack talked about how she and Big Macintosh had been sleeping in the same bed for the last week.
"Big Mac has plans, too," beamed Applejack. "After he pays off the debt he owes Jax and the king, he's going to collect enough money to purchase a house, and then ownership of me."
"That's wonderful news," laughed Fluttershy. "You'll be able to go back home."
The colour drained from Applejack's cheeks. "Yeah, about that... Big Mac and I, we can't really go back. Not anymore."
"Why not?"
"Because we've been hooking up. They broke us down, Fluttershy. They made us so reliant on each other that we can't separate. If we went back to Ponyville, I don't know if either of us could resist each other. If one of us returns, then we'd probably be fine, but it means leaving the other here alone. I wouldn't dare leave him behind, and I don't think he would leave me here alone, either. We're too interconnected now to go back home. We'll just have to start a new life here and hope for the best."
Fluttershy wrapped her wing around Applejack's shoulders. "I guess that means I'm staying, too."
Applejack sniffled. "Fluttershy, if you have the opportunity to go home, you should take it. Be free and live the life you choose."
Fluttershy pressed her hand between Applejack's breasts "The life I choose is right here, Applejack. What kind of lousy friend would I be if I left you behind?" She leaned in and gave Applejack a kiss from behind her veil. "Besides, Ponyville would be pretty terrible without you around."
Applejack smiled through her tears. All things considered, she was glad to have somepony looking out for her in her time of need. She would miss all of the others, but without Fluttershy and Big Mac, she would be completely alone. Such was the magic of friendship.
They were pulled from their thoughts as Big Mac entered the room. "Good to see you again, Fluttershy," he smiled, hugging her and joining them on the bed. "How are your injuries?"
"Oh, they weren't that bad," chuckled Fluttershy. "I was mostly just scared. How about you?"
"All patched up." He took off his shirt, showing that his lacerations and contusions were all vanished. "The physicians in this place are of excellent quality."
"And check this out," said Applejack, pressing her hand against Big Mac's abs. "That scar from when he fell out of the tree? Gone!"
Big Mac leaned back to show Fluttershy the scar, or rather, the lack thereof. As he did so, he forgot the effect that Applejack's touch had on him. He remembered as his loincloth slipped aside. He was now on full display. While Applejack had seen it plenty of times, Fluttershy had not. He was about to apologize, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she gently stroked him as she looked.
"That's amazing. I can't believe how good the healthcare is around here." As Fluttershy's sentence ended, she began to lick at him, following her training. Applejack moved to Big Mac's other side and began to assist in fellating him. For the purposes of doing this, they dropped their veils. Big Mac just sat back and enjoyed the ride, running his fingers through their hair. The mares were very happy to help him with his erection.
After they both drank down his cum, they were joined by Malak, who came to collect Fluttershy. "I have exciting news for you all. Each of you is going to the king's ball."
"The king invited us?" asked Fluttershy.
"No, he's hired you to work that night," Malak responded. "I expect you'll be a welcome sight. Fluttershy, you'll be the entertainment, AJ and Mac, you're on lust containment."
"Lust containment?" asked Big Mac, having never heard of that position.
"You'll be in charge of ensuring the peace by making the guests' lusty intentions cease. Even if you take a shot in the mouth, you keep the party from going south."
"I don't suppose we have a choice in the matter?"
Applejack pushed Big Mac's shoulder. "Come on, Big Mac. It'll be fun. Besides, you might even earn some money. And I'll be right beside you every step of the way."
"I'll be there, too," chuckled Fluttershy, giving Mac a kiss. "For emotional support. You're not going to be alone." She stood up and returned to her master. "Let's all make the king proud of us."
Big Macintosh watched from the other side of the room as Fluttershy danced. She was magnificent in her movements, as was the snake coiled around her torso. He beamed as he thought about buying her. She could live with him and AJ, and between the three of them, they could carve out a pretty happy life here.
His attention was called away as a zebra mare walked up to him. He disappeared with her into a back room that had been set aside for exactly this purpose. As he entered, AJ exited the next room with another stallion. He wiped a blob of cum off his sister's cheek, and in response, she licked it off his finger.
As Big Mac disappeared, it was Applejack's turn to ogle Fluttershy as she danced. Part of her wished that she could dance that well. Only a small part, though, as most of her would prefer to be doing farm work. Regardless, she couldn't wait until they were together again, as the dance was very alluring.
Fluttershy noticed none of this, as her entire mind was occupied by her appreciation for the ophidian wrapped around her. She couldn't even remember where she was or why, she just kept dancing because he wanted her to.
"She's really into that snake," commented the envoy from Saddle Arabia. "Is that common among your dancers, King Hasani?"
"I like it," interjected the diplomat from Course. "It reminds me of the dragon worshiping tribes that migrate through our lands. Every time I see them, they're covered in scales. It's cute."
"Very seductive, yes..." chuckled the ambassador from Griffonstone. "I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with her."
"You're out of luck, my feathered peer," shrugged King Hasani. "She's to remain untouched, I want to make that clear."
"She's cherry?" The gryphon was shocked. "Mint condition at her age... How did that happen?"
"I didn't come all this way to hear you lust over a dancer, Ambassador Gala," groaned the Saddle Arabian envoy. "If you're so horned up, there's a mare waiting for you." He gestured to Applejack, who was running a comb through her mane. "A stallion, too, if you wait five minutes."
While the Coursican diplomat had a laugh at the joke, Gala was not amused. "It's that kind of offensive comment that starts wars, Ambassador Dapple. I wouldn't be surprised if you find that your borders suddenly shrink."
"Oh, come off it, Gala," waved the Coursican diplomat. "It's just a bit of fun. Besides, no one's going to say anything to your superiors. What happens on the dirty mattress stays on the dirty mattress."
"It's sick," growled Gala.
"We spread love regardless of gender," smiled Hasani. "No race nor sex is above our splendour."
"You would then be willing to give your crown to, say, a cow?"
"If my oldest child was a cow, then yes. But she's not, so I don't need to guess."
Gala stood and walked off. "Y'all are weird."
"I thought that was the point?" murmured Dapple. "If everyone was the same, why would we need foreign relations officers?"
Hasani chuckled. "Why don't you taste of our fruit, Dapple? I'm told the mare has a flavour of apples."
Dapple shook his head. "I may have joked with Galahad, but I think I would rather wait for the stallion. He's a tall drink of water, isn't he?"
Two hours passed before Fluttershy stopped dancing. She needed a rest, a bathroom break, and something to drink. She found Malak over by where Applejack and Big Mac were working. He took Jerome, and gave her a flute of white liquid. She drank it down, finding it to be a virgin pina colada. It was very refreshing.
"I can't believe I've never seen you dance before," smiled Applejack, hugging Fluttershy. "I'd be honored if you'd grace me with a private dance sometime."
"Oh, no you don't," interjected Big Mac. "You're not hogging her all to yourself. I want to see her dance, too."
"Both of you need to calm yourselves," chided Malak. "She's not a toy to put on your shelves. If you want to see her dance, you're going to need to change your stance."
Applejack lowered her head. "You're right. Sorry, Fluttershy. We don't want to make you uncomfortable."
Fluttershy picked up Applejack's chin and gently kissed her nose. "I forgive you. Maybe later, I'll dance for you both, but I'm a little tired and sore now. And I really have to pee." She finished her drink, handing the empty glass back to Malak. "I'll be right back."
She walked down the hall, finding her way to the lavatory with relative ease. It was a lovely room, befitting a grandiose palace such as this one. It even had an attendant, a mare she could only guess was seventeen years old. She wondered if she worked here all the time, or just for parties.
On her way back, she was stopped by a young mare. Fluttershy had seen her sitting next to King Hasani, and assumed that she was of some amount of import. She bowed low to this mare.
"You don't have to bow, miss," smiled the mare. "I'm not a noblemare, I'm just an envoy from Course."
Fluttershy stood back up, but kept her eyes low. "Was there something you needed, mistress?"
"No need to be so formal, either," she chuckled. "I was just wondering what your thoughts were on living here in the capitol. You do live here, yes?" Fluttershy nodded sheepishly. "How do you like it?"
"It's not so bad, really," answered Fluttershy. "When I was brought here, I thought it was all going to be run down buildings full of brutes who would derive joy from hurting me, but that hasn't really been true. I don't know if that's true in all cases, maybe I'm just lucky."
"Where did you live before you came here?"
"Ponyville."
"Never heard of the place."
"It's not far from Canterlot, if that helps. Right in the middle of Equestria."
The mare nodded. "I see. I know where I recognize you from, now. A blue pegasus with a rainbow mane asked if I had seen you."
Fluttershy's heart skipped a beat. "Rainbow Dash is looking for me?" She was about to ask this mare to send back a message, but then she remembered Applejack's concerns. "If it's all the same to you, could you forget you saw me here?"
"Is she trouble?"
Fluttershy shook her head. "She's a very close friend. I don't want to hurt her, but right now is not the best time to tell her all that's happened. When the time is right, I'll talk to her. Hopefully, by then, I'll have figured out what I want to say to her."
"I hope you do so. She was really worried about you." The mare placed a hand on Fluttershy's shoulder. "Thank you for your time, sweetie. It's been fun."
With a turn she walked off, leaving Fluttershy alone. She was happy to hear that Rainbow Dash was so worried about her, but at the same time, she hoped that her friends weren't running themselves ragged looking for her. Her thoughts were interrupted as a pair of claws grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth.
Fluttershy let out a pained groan as her body slammed onto the mattress. The Gryphon who had grabbed her stepped back and began to strip off his clothing. "Take off that outfit," he commanded in a harsh tone. Fluttershy did as commanded, guessing what he had in mind. The sooner she finished with him, the sooner she could go back to her master.
As their clothing fell to the floor, the gryphon climbed on top of her and slid his claw between her legs. He was even more rough than Master Jax was. After digging around her folds, he pulled his talons out of her and gave them a sniff. "You even smell unused," he smirked. After licking off what fluids had stuck, he forced his claws into her mouth. She began to run her tongue along them, as was her duty. He tasted like he hadn't washed his claws all day.
---
Applejack turned to Malak. "She's taking quite a long time. I wonder what's keeping her?"
"Perhaps she needs more fibre in her diet?" suggested Big Mac.
"Her diet is already very balanced," retorted Malak. "More likely, she's lost her way in the palace."
Applejack rolled her eyes. "In that case, we should go find her."
---
Fluttershy was finding that she did not enjoy the texture of gryphon cock. It was covered in barbs that scratched her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She hadn't choked on a zebra for quite some time, but they were at least smooth. With every thrust into her mouth, she felt as if he was pulling back another layer of skin, and she would soon be rubbed completely raw, or worse yet, bleeding. Thankfully, he was at least short enough so as not to reach the back of her throat. She didn't dare imagine what he would do if she were to cough on him.
---
As Applejack rounded a corner, she collided with the envoy from Course. Applejack scrambled to pick her up off the floor. "I am so sorry about that, it was completely my fault." She bowed to the ambassador, begging for forgiveness.
"No, no," chucked the ambassador. "I really shouldn't be writing and walking at the same time. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"Actually, yes, we're in a bit of a rush," said Malak. "We haven't the time to extend this brush."
"We're looking for our friend," added Big Mac. "A small yellow pegasus with pink hair and green eyes. She was the dancer at the party tonight."
"The soft-spoken cutie from Ponyville?"
"That's her," confirmed Applejack. "Do you know where she is?"
"I had a short chat with her in the north hall. This would have been ten minutes ago. That's where I left her."
"Thank you very much," bowed Applejack. The three of them headed for the north hall.
---
Fluttershy was very glad her master had given her a healthy interest in yoga. It was very handy at the moment, as her knees were connecting with her shoulders. This gryphon had made it very clear what he wanted, and though she was glad to have him out of her mouth, she would prefer going back to that if it meant avoiding this.
The tip of his cock pressed against her delicate flower. With one thrust, he was inside of her. This was the pain she had been expecting. She looked down between her legs, and saw that his member had gone from pink to red. She squeezed her eyes closed and wished for this night to end quickly.
---
"Hey there, cutie!" Dapple Sauntered up to Big Mac and grabbed him by the hips. "Here to make my night?"
Big Mac blushed. "Not at the moment, no. I'm looking for a friend of mine. She was last seen in this hallway."
Dapple slipped behind Big Mac and gently caressed his abs. "What does she look like?"
"She was the dancer at the party," explained Applejack. "She was the one with the snake." Malak held up Jerome to make sure the Saddle Arabian diplomat remembered.
"Haven't seen her since," Dapple shrugged. "All I remember is that Galahad was lusting after her. Especially after he heard about her virginity being intact. Then he left, and I came to see this fine specimen." With his last statement, Dapple smacked Big Mac's buttocks.
Malak scowled. "Know you where he rests his head? I need to check if she's in his bed."
---
Fluttershy had hoped that she would start to enjoy it after awhile. This was not the case. She'd been given no time to recover since he started, and the many barbs on his penis were scratching at her vaginal walls. She had been biting down on her thumb since this had started, not wanting to aggravate him by screaming. This did not stop her from crying, however.
---
Dapple had lead the trio to where Galahad's room was. They had picked up two guards along the way, and a third had gone to collect the king. "I'm pretty sure this is the place."
"Well, let's go in and check," demanded Applejack, grabbing the door handle.
A guard removed her hand from the knob. "We can't just barge in without cause, that would violate our privacy laws."
"I'm afraid we'll have to wait for the king," grumbled Dapple. "He's a foreign diplomat. Unless the guards are absolutely certain that there's a crime in progress right at this moment, we need the king's permission."
Big Mac was about to voice his opinion on the matter when they heard a woman's scream of pain from behind the door. That was apparently evidence enough for the guards, as they began to push at the door. It was locked, and both guards began ramming their shoulders against it. When it didn't budge on the second strike, Big Mac pulled one of the guards aside and raised his leg, slamming his foot hard enough against the wooden barricade to snap the door in half.
Fluttershy peered over Gala's shoulder to see Applejack grabbing him by the wings. As he was ripped from her, his barbs latched onto her skin, dealing a final blow to her flesh. He had released her legs, and she used the opportunity to crawl away. She looked on in horror as she saw firsthand the wrath of her friends.
Big Mac dealt the first blow. As Applejack swung Gala around to face him, Big Mac's fist came forward, putting a sizable crack in his beak. Gala fell back, grabbing a small knife off his table. He swung it at Big Macintosh, driving him backwards.
The next blow came from Jerome. As Gala came closer to the door, the snake lunged forward, sinking his fangs into Gala's wrist. He dropped the knife, grabbing the serpent by the neck and trying to strangle it.
Applejack was having none of that, using her powerful legs to kick the gryphon squarely in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Gala fell to the floor, defeated.
The guards had entered the room by now, and they took the opportunity to bind Galahad and separate him from the others. It took Malak's involvement to restrain Jerome.
It wasn't long at all before the king arrived. He grimaced at the sight of the broken door, but his attention was soon drawn to the pool of blood on the bed, the mare it was coming from, and the two slaves trying to calm her down. "Tell me what happened here," he demanded. "Ensure that all your words are clear."
Fluttershy described in detail the events that had occurred since she stopped dancing for him. She left nothing out of her explanation. When appropriate, Dapple would chime in as a third party witness, as he had been deemed to have no ties to either side of the argument.
When she finished, King Hasani turned to face Galahad, who was refusing eye contact. "Galahad of Griffinstone, you stand accused of theft of property you'd been refused. The collar and paint are plain to see, and they both warn that she belongs to me. And yet, despite my gracious offer, you've decided to feed your personal coffer with spoils from my lovely home. I'm afraid I'll have to throw at you the tome."
"Fuck you, Hasani," growled Gala. "Virgins were made to be soiled and you know it!" He spat on the King's foot.
Hasani kneeled down and grabbed Gala by the jaw, turning him towards his prosecutor. "I don't give leave to destroy my things. Such is only the right of custodians and kings." Suddenly, Jax appeared in the room, having been fetched by another guard. "Ah, my dearest nephew arrives! For you, I have a special surprise. This gryphon has shown his true intent. I trust you can ensure his will is bent?"
"Of course, my uncle," he bowed "It shall be done. But before I start to have my fun, there is a problem I must reveal. My training facility is no longer ideal. I must offload my current stock, before I can make this clucker squawk."
"I will take these two as my own," called Malak, stepping up to the king. "Until further notice, they can stay in my home. If you need a reason why, they'll help to heal miss Fluttershy."
"Yeah," called Applejack. "We'll make sure she's well taken care of."
Fluttershy nestled further into Big Mac's chest, her body language speaking volumes to King Hasani as to what her preference was.
"Very well," said the king, standing back up. "I'll leave you alone. I must write a letter to Griffinstone."
Fluttershy stirred the pan of almonds as they toasted. Everything had to be perfect for tonight. There was a guest en route. An important guest, at that. If the meal went poorly, the conversation would follow suit, and they wouldn't even make it to the demonstration.
Just then, the door swung open, and an adorable yellow-orange filly ran into the kitchen, tossing her bag aside. "Welcome home, sweety," chuckled Fluttershy, touseling the filly's mane. "How was school?"
"School sucks," the filly groaned, crossing her arms and slumping over the edge of the kitchen table. "I don't know why we need addition. Can't we just keep counting?"
Fluttershy shook her head. "You're going to run out of fingers eventually. When that day comes, you'll need to know how to add."
"By the time the numbers go that high, I won't need them anymore."
Fluttershy gave her almonds one more quick stir before sitting down across from the filly. "Your father brings home two hundred and thirty-eight auru every two weeks. Your aunt brings home four hundred and sixteen auru every month. Your mother averages about a hundred auru, give or take a few argents. If our monthly budget is seven hundred and fifty auru per month, can we afford to buy you a new dress?"
The filly shrugged. "I don't know."
"That's why you need addition. Subtraction, too." With a pat on the shoulder, she stood up and stirred the almonds, making sure they didn't burn.
"I guess so... What's for dinner?"
"Cauliflower almond soup."
"Aw, mom... Can't we have something else?"
Fluttershy turned off the fire, being satisfied with the level of roast on the almonds. "Apple Tarte Tatin, we're having company tonight. And if my memory serves me, she likes spicy food."
"Is it another one of Daddy's coworkers?"
"No, it's one of Mommy's friends. We haven't talked in seven years, and I'd like to change that. So I'll need you on your best behaviour."
"Okay..."
Over the next hour and a half, Fluttershy and Apple Tarte Tatin worked together to finish their homework and dinner preparations. They were just about to move the soup into the blender when Applejack and Big Mac walked in.
Big Mac scooped up his daughter and placed her on his shoulder. "Evening, Precious," he chuckled, as the two adjourned to the living room. "How was school?"
Applejack stayed in the kitchen with Fluttershy, assisting her sister-wife with the final preparations for dinner. "How are you holding up?" she asked.
"Very nervous," was Fluttershy's response. "What if she doesn't accept it?"
"She will. I just know it."
"But what if she doesn't?"
"Then we go back to the way things were last month. You have a kid here. Big Mac and I are staying here no matter what. You've elected to stay with us. If that remains your decision, we're glad to have you."
"You know I won't leave. I'm just worried about what she might say."
Applejack pulled Fluttershy in close and gave her a long, reassuring kiss. "It doesn't matter what she says. If she disapproves, we just go back to what we were going to do anyway. If she does approve, we can gauge her reaction. That will tell us whether or not we can tell the others. She's our only safe bet right now."
Fluttershy hugged Applejack, resting her cheek against her shoulder. "You're right. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," Applejack chuckled. "I'm the one who needs to tread carefully. Why don't I finish up here? You go put on a shirt. She'll be here soon."
Fluttershy looked down at her chest. She had spent so much time in the zebra kingdom that she had grown accustomed to their dress code, and had forgotten that Equestrian standards didn't usually allow the mares to walk around with their breasts so lightly covered. She blushed at the thought of the reaction she'd elicit if she answered the door with this much exposed skin to an Equestrian.
She moved to the master bedroom and changed into a more conservative outfit. This one was very form-fitting, but it covered up her skin. As an added measure, she decided to borrow one of Applejack's work shirts. It would better cover her breasts, at least.
As she came out, there was a knock at the door. She answered it, opening the door to a sight that made her heart flutter. A blue pegasus with a rainbow mane stood outside the door. "Rainbow Dash! You made it!"
Rainbow grabbed Fluttershy by the wrist, pulling her into a tight hug. "It really was you. I thought for sure this was some kind of trap."
"No trap here," smiled Fluttershy, rubbing Rainbow's back. "Come on in. We were just about to have dinner."
Rainbow had a lot of questions throughout dinner. While Fluttershy was remiss to talk about the events that had lead up to the three of them staying here until after Apple Tarte Tatin went to bed, she was more forthcoming about the happier elements of her story, such as the decision to have a child with Big Mac. Rainbow was quite taken with the little filly, as she reminded her of Scootaloo when she was younger.
"She seems really sweet," said Rainbow, coming back from putting Tarte to bed. "Now then." The smile drained from her face as she looked to the others. "I want you to tell me why you all disappeared. Then I want to know why you didn't come back. After that, I want to know why you didn't contact me for seven years. Finally, I want to know why you asked me not to tell anypony that I knew where you were."
Fluttershy began with the story of how she was kidnapped, and how Applejack had come to rescue her. As the girls finished detailing their first week, Big Mac chimed in with his story. After the party at the castle, Applejack took over, explaining how Big Mac had purchased them, as well as the house they were now living in.
"If Big Mac took care of all of your problems, why didn't you return to Ponyville? We were worried sick about you."
Applejack took a deep breath. "It's because of Apple Tarte Tatin."
"I'm sure she'd fit in just fine, AJ. She seems like a nice kid."
"That's not the problem. The problem is, she was almost mine."
Rainbow Dash raised her eyebrow. She wasn't sure what that meant. Not until she noticed that Big Mac's hand was gently caressing his sister's waist. "You mean to tell me that you entered an incestuous relationship with your older brother?"
Applejack closed her eyes and nodded. "That's why we didn't come back. The stigma of what happened here is going to stick with us forever. The three of us share a bed every single night."
"It doesn't have to be that way, AJ. You could come back to us. We can help you."
"We don't want to separate," said Fluttershy. "The three of us are closer than we've ever been. It may not be ideal, but we're happy together."
"And what about your daughter?" growled Rainbow. "Do you really think she's safe here? You just told me about how you were raped while under the king's protection! You expect me to believe that she's not in any kind of danger?"
"Such was an outlying variable, not the norm," responded Big Mac. "Besides, child trafficking is practically non-existent here. It's easier to find somepony willing to vent your frustrations. It's actually safer to raise her here. We just wanted the opportunity to return to Ponyville in the future, even if it's just for a visit."
"There aren't many places where Big Mac and I can go without persecution," said Applejack. "Even if this isn't the right place, that little filly deserves to know her father and aunt. We can't go back to living in Equestria, Rainbow. Not the way the laws are."
Rainbow took a deep breath and buried her head in her hands. "I need time to think about this."
Fluttershy stood up. "I'm going to go change outfits. I want to show you that living here isn't all bad. I learned to dance, and I'm less afraid of crowds now. Watch me dance for five minutes, and you'll see just how much good came of this whole ordeal."
Rolling Thunder laughed in celebration of his twenty-eighth victory in a row. He had moved to the top slot on the regional leaderboards. While he had originally planned to dominate Button Mash, his adversary had fallen into a spiral of depression without his mother, and had left the game altogether. Before he had left, his skill had fallen so much that he blended in perfectly with the noobs. Thunder's victory was complete. All he had to do now was stay at the top.
"Hey, bitch!" He called out. "Get your arse in here!"
Cream Heart crawled into the room on her hands and knees. "Something wrong, Daddy?" She had passed the stage where she found it disgusting to call him "Daddy," despite the fact that he was more than ten years her junior.
"Yeah, I don't have a sandwich in front of me. Get to it, bitch!"
"Yes, Daddy." She crawled to the kitchen and stood up. She was used to this sort of treatment by now. She began putting together a sandwich for him. Roast beef, pepperjack, lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise. Toasted on rye and pumpernickel. It was his favourite. She sliced it in half diagonally and put it on a plate with some corn chips and placed the plate on top of her head. She had been on her hands and knees for so long that she had grown accustomed to carrying things in unorthodox ways.
She crawled back to her owner. "Here's your sandwich, Daddy."
"Finally," he said, grabbing the plate. "Now, it's time for my pole-polishing. Get to it."
Cream pulled her self up into his chair. She unzipped his fly and fished out his dick. She knew he hadn't bathed, as she was responsible for bathing him, right there in his chair. Still, she had little choice in the matter. She took the whole thing into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his sweaty shaft. As she reached the base, her tongue reached down and cupped his unwashed balls.
She wasn't very happy with the arrangement. He almost never left his chair. He had all of his groceries delivered, he drew his income from a disability claim, and she took care of all of his needs. He was content to sit in that chair for the rest of his life. He was prepared for her to continue gargling his testicles until one of them died.
As she drank down his seed, she heard the door open. Thunder would regularly have friends over. They would bring him alcohol, as he wasn't old enough to purchase it himself. In return, he would let them use her body. She heard two voices. One of them was a relief to hear, the other not so much.
"Yo, what up, Thunder?" said the first one, setting down a six pack of beer that still had ice clinging to it. "How's it hangin'?"
"Dirk, my man," was the entirety of Thunder's response. Cream didn't care for Dirk. He liked to slap and piss on her. She frowned, knowing that she would have to scrub out the carpets tonight.
"We brought beer and bourbon," said the second. Thunder gave no verbal response, just a wave. This was the one Cream actually liked. His name was Sting, and he raised scorpions as a job. Cream liked him because he was the only one of Thunder's friends who would offer his aid to her. Twice he had insisted that she let him help her with food preparation. Despite the fact that he was terrible at it, she appreciated the gesture. He was nice. She wondered if he was aware that she was here against her will.
"I'm right in the middle of a tourney," said Thunder, putting his headset back on. "Why don't you two go ahead and start? I'll catch you up in an hour or so."
"Don't have to tell me twice," grinned Dirk, grabbing Cream by the tail. "Come on, bitch, the bed's this way." He dragged her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the mattress. He started pulling off his clothing, and she did the same. Not that she had that much clothing to speak of.
She rolled onto her stomach and raised her arse. He liked to use her tail as leverage, wrapping it around his fist. He didn't waste any time, and was fully enveloped in her folds mere seconds after climbing onto the bed.
Sting was a slower lover, having only just finished stripping down. He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead before presenting his erection to her opening mouth. She took it in without a word, as was her duty to him. She rather liked the taste of whatever soap he used.
She had done this so many times that she knew every aspect of the task. She knew what Dirk liked, and would give it to him right away to finish him off quickly. She also knew how to tease it slowly out of Sting, making him last as long as possible. As he was her favourite, she wanted to keep him for as long as possible. He was the best aspect of her life right now, since she had been separated from her family.
Once she had lubricated him with her vaginal drippings, Dirk slipped inside of Cream's arse. She clenched down every time he pulled away, milking him as best she could. He was about ready to pop, she could feel it. After a few more thrusts, he shot his load deep into her rectum. She knew he wasn't done with her yet, and soon she could feel him painting her insides yellow with his urine.
She would see much more use by the three stallions for the rest of the night, each of them trading off on what hole they would use. At the end of the night, after all three of them went to bed, she cleaned up and dressed herself. She had to prepare her master's breakfast for tomorrow before she went to sleep, as well as fluffing the pillows on his chair. Once the liquor bottles were put away, she could go to bed. She curled up next to Sting, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She gave him a small kiss, then laid her head on his chest. If she was lucky, he'd still be around in the morning to watch her make breakfast.