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"Yeah, well, so is your mother!"

Rainbow Dash blew a raspberry at the agitated draconequus, who glowered at her over Fluttershy's breakfast table.

"Fluttershy," Discord whined after a moment, curling into the air whilst balancing on the tip of his tail. "Dashie is being mean to me again!"

"Oh, both of you, be polite. Um, I mean, if-if that's okay with you, that is," Fluttershy poured each of her friends fresh cups of tea, balancing the hot kettle between her hooves carefully.

"Hey, he started it!" Rainbow Dash crossed her hooves grumpily, scowling at Discord. He only presented himself with a toothy, lopsided grin. "You didn't see what he was making the creamer and sugar cubes do to each other!"

Discord's leer only grew.

"And I'm sure he's very, very sorry," Fluttershy replied automatically without really listening. After all, it wasn't like this was the first time that Discord had animated household objects for his own amusement.

"Am not!" Discord slouched in his seat, crossing his arms together frumpily.

"See?!" Dash almost shouted. "Your pet hasn't changed a bit!"

"Don't be silly," Fluttershy shook her head. "He's not a pet. And besides, poor Discord is probably just still upset that Angel Bunny got away with stuffing a carrot in his nose before he woke up this morning."

"Didn't get away with it," the draconequus grumbled almost unintelligibly, but Dash heard him.

Then again, she hadn't seen Angel at all that day…

"Ah-ha!" Dash jabbed a hoof in his direction accusatorially, displaying the culprit in triumph. "He killed Angel, didn't he?"

"W-what?" Fluttershy sputtered in confusion. Discord held up his paw and talon in protest of his innocence, but the enormous smile never left his face.

"Of course I didn't," he cackled, turning upside down in his chair and sipping the tea from the cup as it poured backwards through the air. "See, Fluttershy? Little Dashie's just trying to get me in trouble again. She is just so mean. We would be better off without her."

Fluttershy opened her mouth to tell off her housemate for saying something so dreadful; at least, until she spotted a clearly angry rabbit tugging at her tail, trying to get her attention.

One that had been dyed a vibrantly bright pink, to be specific.

"Of all the colors, Discord; pink? Really?" Fluttershy groaned in exasperation, rubbing her temples. All she wanted was just one quiet morning with her friends.

Discord's grin grew so big that it almost fell off of his face from the sheer weight.

"Told you he didn't get away with it. As if I were some wanton murderer," he taunted the infuriated Rainbow Dash. Dash felt a heat rising in her cheeks, which only made him laugh harder.

"You just think you're so great, don't you, jerk bag?" Rainbow Dash scowled hatefully at the draconequus, who had righted himself in his seat and pushed his paw and talon together to form a steeple. He gave Dash a level, serious look, which seemed even more bizarre than his usual goofy expressions.

"Yes. Yes, I do," Discord stated bluntly. "I am, quite literally, a living god. I do hope you'll pardon me for temporarily rising above my lowly station, oh great and magnificent pegasus," he spat sardonically.

"… Fluttershy, Discord is being mean to me again!"

Fluttershy, however, was no longer at the table, having attempted to drag Angel off in the hopes of scrubbing the pink out of his fur.

Discord showed so many teeth that Dash was a little surprised he could fit them all in his mouth.

"Forget this," Rainbow Dash furrowed her brows as she flung the contents of her cup in Discord's direction, who didn't manage to dodge in time to avoid being splashed in the face. His smirk began falling away with the dripping tea.

She was flying out the window before he could so much as wipe the unamused, vehement expression away.

So. Rainbow Dash thought that she was above the God of Chaos, did she?

Well, that was just fine.

She wouldn't get away with it.

And that time, Discord's grin really did grow so wide that his mouth fell off, and landed with a splat! atop the table.

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Rainbow Dash used yet another cloud as a springboard, muscles coiling powerfully beneath her as she launched herself into the air once more.

She blasted through the sky jubilantly, wings pumping rhythmically as she began to build up sweat.

Dash was positively beaming as she flew, her most recent victory still fresh in her mind.

If Fluttershy wouldn't deal with Discord, then somepony was going to have to keep him in line.

The mental image of Discord's smug, self-satisfied leer dripping down his face in time to the tea had been just what she needed. It was about time somepony knocked him down a peg or two, and she'd just done what nopony else could manage.

Rainbow Dash snickered to herself, and began to pick up speed to pull off her trademark Sonic Rainboom over Ponyville as a display of triumph. True, it was probably going a step too far; but what was Discord going to do about it? Turn her pink, too?

She'd throw a lot more than tea in his face if he tried it.

And with that in mind, Dash leaned into her momentum, shattering the sound barrier for the umpteenth time that week directly over the annoyed citizens of Ponyville.

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The world fell away from her, as it always did whenever Dash performed the Sonic Rainboom, the multihued color spectrum rippling through the sky away from her due to her sheer levels of concentrated awesome.

At least, that's how it happened according to her, anyway.

Perhaps it was because she'd ripped through the sky so many times recently, perhaps Discord had somehow meddled with the fabric of reality again.

Or maybe, Fluttershy had just put something in her tea.

Either way, the moment Dash lunged into her most exhilarating part of the day, her perception immediately shattered.

One moment, she was flying with a carefree attitude over the rooftops of Ponyville; the next, she was barreling through an enormous rainstorm the likes of which she'd never seen.

So great was the surprise from the sudden and unexpected change of scenery, temperature, and weather that Dash couldn't help but allow a gasp to escape her lips. Of course, she couldn't even hear it over the tempest that whirled around her. As a trained flyer, Dash was very well coordinated and had a lot of practice with extreme weather situations.

However, it could have been a combination of the freezing rain and the shock of careening into a mass of black cloud that she couldn't quite seem to grasp properly that sent her into a state of shock. After all, she'd been maneuvering clouds all her life; a cloud that just brushed past her grasp seemed like such an impossible notion.

At least, that's what was vaguely going through Rainbow Dash's mind as she bowled directly into the ground. She tasted copper mingled with unfamiliar soil, biting her tongue as she tumbled.

The overwhelming pain from her wing bones splintering as she landed with too much force, in addition to the frigid downpour and overall confusion swiftly became too much to handle. Dash hardly even noticed the shadowy figure leaning over her as she passed out.

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Her head felt light.

Dash groaned in agony, too weary to pry open her eyes.

The moment she approached the thorny light of awakening, a violent headache rippled between her eyes. She attempted to clutch her aching head, only to find that her forelegs had been firmly tied together.

"… 's not funny, Pinkie Pie," Rainbow Dash tried to mumble, only to discover that it came out in a garble muffle. It could have been because she'd bitten her tongue pretty hard; it also could have been because of the ball gag that had been unceremoniously stuffed in her mouth, and wrapped neatly around her head.

"Rise and shine, my little Dashie!"

Dash jerked her eyes open, despite the blinding headache.

Her first instinct was to vomit from the pain in both her head and the burning sensation spreading outward from her wing. However, she managed to fight it back long enough to take stock of the nearly furless bipedal leaning over her, grin evident on its face.

Dash tried to scream through the gag, her own voice feeling rough and pallid as it traversed across her dry tongue. She intrinsically drew back from the extended hand of the man kneeling over her, and swiftly discovered that the collar around her neck was chained to the stone wall behind her.

The clink and clank of the short chain leash only gave rise to the despair billowing in her chest, and one of her wings flapped uselessly at her side. A couple of feet away was a dusty wooden bench, but from her position on the floor, she couldn't immediately tell what it contained.

"Easy, girl, easy!" the man said in a husky voice, petting her softly on the head. His other hand gently caressed her opposite bandaged and splinted wing, running his fingers over the downy tips slowly. Dash tried to jerk back in terror again, only for him to take a firmer grip on her head. He leaned forward on his small wooden stool, making it creak.

"Now, now," he forced her to look at him, her own wide amber eyes meeting his squinty dull brown ones. "I just patched that wing up. You should be thanking me, Rainbow Dash."

Dash froze momentarily, the stabbing headache and broken wing temporarily forgotten.

How did he know her name…?

"I'll bet you're wondering how I know your name, huh, Dashie?" the man grinned, causing the light stubble on his chin to twitch slightly.

She muttered something indecipherable, unable to speak properly because of the gag.

"Well," he continued unabated. "It's because your friends don't want you anymore."

That actually managed to get her attention.

That was ridiculous.

Her breathing was labored and heavy through her nostrils, and she sat very still as she stared hard at him. Surely such a thing was preposterous… wasn't it?

"Yeah, Twilight Sparkle used her magic to send you to me, specifically," the stubbly man inspected his fingernails casually. "They just got sick of your shit, and all decided to just get rid of you. Spike is the new Rainbow Dash, now."

Dash gawked at him, and shook her head slowly.

That was impossible. Her friends would never do that to her!

But why else would she be here…?

"And since they just threw you out of your own world so cruelly," the short haired man carried on, almost as if he'd planned out his entire spiel. "You could have died from that nasty, nasty landing! I saved you last night, you know."

He beamed at her in a friendly manner, completely in contrast to her blatant deadpan.

Most displays of hospitality didn't involve her being chained to a wall.

"As a matter of fact," he said slyly, placing a single finger on his chin. "Your life is pretty much indebted to me."

Rainbow Dash's muffled denial of his ludicrous proposition went completely ignored.

"Yep," he cracked his knuckles, sitting up a little straighter on the stool. "You belong to me, now. You're going to be my little Dashie, and you're going to do everything I say. Isn't that right, Rainbow Dash?"

With that, he gradually undid the buckle around her head holding the gag in place, expectantly awaiting her reply.

And reply she did, as soon as she was presented with the opportunity.

"Go buck yourself."

The immediate backhand stung her cheek, and she could have sworn she heard her neck pop from the force of the blow. The familiar taste of copper tickled her mouth once more, and she scowled at the man in disdain.

"Now, now," he said with a 'tut tut', shaking his finger back and forth in front of her. "You wouldn't want your other wing to wind up needed a splint, now would you, Dashie?"

"Suck my–"

Rainbow Dash didn't get the chance to finish her sentence, as her captor promptly pinched her injured wing, causing her to cry out in pain.

A satisfied, tilted look became apparent on his face, and he grinned when she clamped her mouth shut.

"That's more like it," he rolled his neck comfortably. "Now, before we put that pretty little mouth of yours to what it was made for, you're going to listen to some ground rules."

Dash edged away from his touch again, but he simply patted her sedately just beside her ear.

He rubbed her ear betwixt his fingers, the smooth texture of his skin coinciding with the short cerulean fur. It gave her an odd sensation, and once again, Dash felt a peculiar heat rising in her chest as he forced her to meet his gaze.

"From this point on," he said deliberately as he rubbed up and down on her ear gently. "You are to call me Master. If you do everything I say, whenever I tell you to do it, your new life here can be very… pleasurable."

The newly dubbed 'Master' ran a finger down her spine, in between her wings. She resisted the urge to slap his hand away from the tickling sensation it caused her, but her forehooves were still bound together with a thin line of rope.

Dash's level glare at him did nothing to dissuade his slowly traveling solitary finger, and she could have sworn that her cheeks caught fire when it slid leisurely over her flank. It hovered temporarily over her Cutie Mark, tracing the outline of her multicolored lightning bolt.

"But if you ever disobey me…" he left it hanging dangerously, his other hand squeezing the root of her injured wing.

Dash yelped in pain at the stabbing twinge that shot through her wing, and she cringed when he didn't stop.

"Okay, okay!" Rainbow shrieked with fear that he would tear her whole wing off, so cold and vicious was his penetrating gaze. "I won't, I won't, I won't!"

"You won't what?" the man asked calculatingly, squeezing a little tighter on the wing between his forefinger and thumb.

"I won't disobey!" Dash yelled in panic, desperately wishing he'd stop. "Just let go!"

"Let go, what?"

"Please!" she begged, his icy stare never dropping. "It hurts! Let go!"

"Let go, WHAT?" he reiterated, tugging again and again at her injured wing.

The hot tears blinding her stung her eyes, but she forced out what he was expecting to hear.

"I w-won't dis-disobey. P-please let go… M-Master."

He unhurriedly released her, the sharp pain in her poor wing gradually fading as he did so. Dash hadn't realized that she'd been holding her breath, and she let out a shallow breath of air through her clenched teeth. He chortled, and his face returned to its previous friendly, smiling demeanor.

"Good little slave," he tickled a spot beneath her chin, regardless of the fact that she was obviously humiliated at being forced to subject to his demand. "Now, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

She didn't respond immediately, which prompted him to inch toward her splinted wing again.

"Yes!" she yapped, simultaneously flinching. "I mean, no! No s-Master!"

"There we go." Master nodded smugly. "I think maybe you deserve a treat for your good behavior."

For a split second, Rainbow Dash entertained the vain notion that he might free her. Instead, he cupped her head in his hands, his large fingers sprawling upward and touching her cheeks.

"Atta girl," Master pronounced slowly, a satisfied grin creeping onto his face. She started to pull away when he grasped her, but he held her head still with a push of his hands. "Now, slave, what do you say we inspect your… oral hygiene?"

Gradually, he pried her mouth open with his thumbs, massaging her gums and swabbing the inside of her cheeks with his forefinger. She had the sudden insane urge to bite down, but didn't like her chances of getting out so easily should 'Master' suddenly find himself missing a finger or two.

It was a highly entertaining thought, though.

He must have mistaken the look in her eye for some kind of interest, because his smirk only widened.

"Yeah, you've got a nice little mouth," Master congratulated her in a half-congratulatory tone. "Brushing after every meal, I see. But, what's this?" he asked in mock-surprise as he withdrew his fingers, leaving an odd taste in her mouth. Dash resisted the urge to gag.

"That little mouth of yours is sadly empty…!" he stated as if it were something dreadful. He lazily plucked something from the nearby wooden workbench, and dangled the instrument before her.

Rainbow Dash turned her head away, blushing at the phallic purple tool bobbing marginally close to her face. It had a somewhat unpleasant smell, akin to cleaning solution and dried foods, oddly enough.

"Open up, slave," Master prodded her lips with the long apparatus lewdly, prompting another tilt away. However, there was only so far she could pull away before the chain went tight.

He appeared to have had the same thought, as he grabbed the chain in his free hand and tugged her forward, forcing the rubbery appliance against her mouth and between her teeth. It was continuously pushed further and further, inch by inch, until it rolled over her tongue and caused her to choke when it poked roughly against the back of her throat.

Rainbow Dash retched as he thrust the vibrantly colored utensil too far back, and she shook violently as it was gradually pulled from her mouth, coated in drool.

She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath as tears sprang back into her eyes.

"Hm. That wasn't so bad for what I'll bet is your first attempt at deep throat," Master said slowly.

Dash glared at him spitefully for bringing her pain, and humiliating her in such a manner. As if he'd read her mind, a rather unpleasant smirk sprawled from his lips.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, slave," he cackled lowly. "I haven't even begun with what I'm going to do to you. Say, completely unrelated, you wouldn't happen to still be a virgin, would you?"

"Oh, motherb–"

Master waited until she'd opened her mouth in disbelief to jam the damp dildo back inside, making her gag again. She choked and instinctively tried to jerk back, but he simply pulled on her chain until her head was forced onto it. He pulled further and further, despite how she twisted her head.

"Ah-ah-ah!" he scolded her lightly, releasing the chain in order to pinch her muzzle shut, preventing her from breathing. Dash panicked, unable to draw in breath. "You can breathe freely again once you take it all in. Right to the root," he said, tempting her with the oxygen.

Forgoing her pride, Dash pushed herself down onto the floppy yet stable appliance, forcing it completely down her throat. No sooner had she accomplished the feat that he let go, and she yanked her head away, coughing and hacking for air as a sliver of drool fell from her mouth.

Dash heaved, shaking as she desperately tried to suck in the musty air from the basement.

"Again."

"What?"

She blanched, struggling to wipe the saliva from her lips with her one free wing.

Dash didn't get the chance to do so for long, because he quickly slapped her again.

"You are not to ever question your Master's demands," he insisted through clenched teeth. "I said, again. You didn't do it long enough the last time."

"But that's–"

He raised his hand again unflinchingly, causing Rainbow Dash to shrink back. It was fairly obvious that he didn't care to listen to her refute of the unfairness of the situation. Unfair that anyone could be so cruel to someone else. Unfair that it had to be her in this situation.

Unfair that her friends didn't want her anymore.

"Now, do. It. Again," Master enunciated, placing the dildo before her. "Or do you want me to become unpleasant?"

Dash took a long, quavering breath, fighting back the multiple emotions assaulting her, and placed her head over the wobbling appliance yet again. She held her breath and began to allow it to penetrate her mouth, only for Master to stop her with a touch of his hand.

"Stop."

She almost sighed with relief, until he narrowed his eyes.

"Suck it in more slowly."

Dash paused, but finally obeyed. The rounded tip slid ever so slowly past her lips, sliding inward inch by inch, until it eventually pushed against the back of her throat again.

"That's a good slave," Master hissed quietly, his smile almost looking genuine for a second. Dash sucked the length into her mouth even further, trying her hardest not to gag again as it brushed wetly against the back of her throat. It seemed to help briefly to stick out her tongue, but it wasn't much assistance. Still, even a little was better than nothing.

She held it for as long as she could, hoping that he would allow her to stop. It wasn't until that moment that she came to the realization that he wasn't even holding her head onto it anymore. For some reason, this apprehension brought a deep heat to her cheeks, and she swiftly started to choke again.

"Good little slave."

Rainbow Dash gasped as she released the tool from her slippery grip, panting for breath as she did so.

"Now, what do we say for good Master giving Dashie a treat?"

Dash took her time catching her breath before finally looking at him. His expectant stare was answer enough as to what he was waiting for her to say, even if it was demeaning.

"Th-thank you."

"Thank you, what?"

"… Thank you, Master."

"Good girl," he kissed her tenderly atop the head, the silicone implement rubbing her dribble against her cheek as he did so. Dash hung her head dejectedly, but the mortification of having something so vulgar stuffed against her mouth made her blush again.

"Now," Master smiled kindly at her, a single finger trailing down the side of her face. "What do you say we solve that virginity problem of yours?"

Rainbow Dash swallowed hard; and not for the first, or last time that day.

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Author's Note:

I'm going to pony hell.