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If anger were a sport, Rainbow Dash would be coming in first.
He just thought he was so great, this big dumb… jerk.
She sorely wished she could formulate a better sounding insult, and one that would cut into him with as much fervent rage as she wished she could actually cut into him.
"That's a good little Dashie," Master patted her atop the head condescendingly. Rainbow shook when he touched her again, but more with fury than anything else. She wasn't Dashie, she wasn't his pet. She was Rainbow Dash – the Rainbow Dash, Rainbow-mother-bucking-Dash.
To her surprise, 'Master' actually undid the bindings around her forelegs, allowing her to rub her aching tendons and gently allow blood to properly flow back into them. Of course, it was no act of kindness. Her splinted wing still remained tightly at her side, and she was still chained to a wall.
Maybe if he just unlocked that part, and would be nice enough to put his head right underneath her cloud kicking hoof…
"Now," 'Master' continued unabated, a small grin plastered onto his face as he slowly extended a small metal tube, which branched out into multiple legs before being placed firmly onto the smooth floor a few feet away. "We –"
"What is that?" Dash found herself asking automatically, immediately afterwards remembering his stance on 'question asking'.
Thankfully, he only turned his head to the spidery implement he'd set up on the floor, the small plastic box attached to the top beginning to blink with a dim red light.
"I was actually kind of hoping you'd ask, slave," Master grinned. "You see, I was going to tell you anyway, because I want you to know that this time you're going to be putting on a little show for me, and this camcorder will take care of recording it."
Dash frowned and opened her mouth to speak, just as the tiny light atop the plastic box blinked green.
"I don't think –"
No sooner had it done so that Master lashed out, striking her hard on her cheek and causing her to yell in pain.
"Right," he seethed. "Firstly, you don't fucking think. You are a little slave now. You are my personal bitch, and you are going to remember that. Your only thought is to be 'obey and please Master'. Am I understood?"
"Y-yes, Master." Dash tried her best to not show how badly the slap had stung her.
"Good. Secondly," he started to turn away again, only to forcefully smack the other side of her face as he spun back around. "What have I told you about asking questions?"
… Hate.
Rainbow Dash hated this man.
She hated him so much. Her boiling frustration, coupled with her unadulterated hate and forced obedience made the tears ready to spring forth again, but she shook with resentment so much that she was beginning to lose hearing in her right ear.
When she didn't answer, Master slowly tilted her head up with one forefinger, a soft look in his eyes.
"Hey, now," he said in an almost complete one hundred and eighty degree turn of tone. "I asked you a question. I am the Master, and you are the slave. When I ask you a question," he gradually raised his palm, unconsciously causing her to flinch. "Then you are to answer right away. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"You didn't answer my question!" he shouted in her face, jerking hard on her collar.
Question?
What question…?
Rainbow Dash felt a tiny bit stupid for having forgotten the fact that he technically had asked her a question only moments ago, but her desire to kick him until he stopped moving was slightly stronger.
And the tiny voice in the back of her head reminded her that even if she somehow managed to overpower the larger man while she was chained to a wall, her best friends – that she'd been so faithful, so loyal to – had still abandoned her.
"… You told me not to ask questions, Master." Dash said quietly.
"That's right," Master scratched her under her chin, his fingernail rubbing casually back and forth. "And maybe you'll remember that and I won't have to punish my favorite little Dashie anymore. Now, look back up and tell me you love me."
"I hope you choke."
Rainbow Dash braced for the impact, awaiting his vicious backhand yet again. She reflexively squeezed her eyes shut, cringing. However, when the blow did not come and a couple of moments had passed, she cracked open one eye to see that Master was simply standing over her, a look of smug triumph smeared all over his face.
Dash's cheeks flushed in shame at her spectacle of weakness, of just how much control he was managing to exert over her with such minimal effort.
"See, this is your average pony," Master said loudly, putting emphasis on the word 'average' and looking down at Dash with scorn.
He turned to the camera, fiddling with it for a couple of seconds and pointing it directly at the chained pegasus.
"And your average pony is bound to rebel now and again," he pronounced slowly, ensuring that his every word was captured by the silent plastic sentinel. "The only way to fix that problem is by properly training that little slut until she knows how to behave properly."
Master spoke calmly, even though the level glare he gave her was colder than an ice cube. Dash suddenly felt very, very exposed before the camcorder, its digital memory absorbing every fine detail of her appalling situation.
He left the camera afterwards, the small green light still blinking on and off. Dash watched him casually saunter back over to the bench, from which he seemed to pull no end of horrors today. Or maybe it was night. It was day when she was flying, but might have been night in the sudden storm.
Didn't he say he 'saved' her last night?
Dash wanted to ask, to inquire, but the look he was giving her prevented her from doing so willfully. Wordlessly, he dragged down a long, cold looking tube. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to have been made of some kind of stainless steel, interlocking the entire thing in neatly knit hose. From what Rainbow Dash could tell, from the way he held it between his fingers and the bemused expression on his face, it certainly wasn't going to be used for anything she'd like.
The slender tip at the end was revealed to be a nozzle, and it dripped slightly when he pushed a releasing mechanism to let water flow through it. Considering the fact that it looked a bit similar to the rubbery dildo he had insisted she fellate herself upon previously, Dash nervously steeled herself for what was almost certain death by slow drowning.
And, with that grim thought in mind, she was actually a little surprised when Master quietly instructed her.
"Bend over."
"Oh, no no no no n–"
Before she even had time to lurch away as far as her little chain would let her, Master calmly placed the bottom of his heavily soled shoe against her injured wing.
And pushed.
Rainbow Dash screamed in agony, dropping to the floor to inadvertently avoid the sudden pain. Above her tortured cries, Master's voice could still be heard as he bellowed "And this is what you do to a slave that does not obey!"
Dash shrieked, the tears now freely flowing as she scuttled as far back as she could, firmly against the wall. Master hiked up his leg, staring down at her.
"Now, my little Dashie," he spat contemptuously. "Master gave you a direct command. You are not to reject, you are not to disobey, you are not to question. You – will – be – obedient!" he accentuated every last word by pushing against her pinned wing with his toe, each jab sending stabbing jolts of horrible pain shooting through her upper body.
After a few more hateful prods at her poorly splinted wing, Dash was left panting heavily against the wall, her labored breathing the only thing to break the long silence.
"Now, get back up, put your little ass in the air, and bend over."
Slowly, agonizingly, and miserably, Rainbow Dash ever so slowly pushed herself upward on quivering legs, desperately trying to reign in her urge to break down and cry.
And she was only reminded that the little camcorder was recording each and every foul moment of her despondent humiliation.
Complying at last, Rainbow Dash pressed her flank into the air, resting her tired head on her forelegs. Maybe if she just gave in it would be over more quickly. Anything, just so long as it ended.
"There's a good girl," Master acknowledged satisfactorily. "Put your head down a little lower, and your pretty little flank higher."
She started to respond that she couldn't, considering that the stance she was in was already uncomfortable. Carefully keeping her mouth tightly closed, Dash tried to push herself higher into the air, involuntarily flapping her one free wing a little to no effect.
"… God, you look so cute in that position," Master chuckled quietly, and Dash felt the heat rising in her face again from what she assured herself was just blood rushing to her head.
Quickly afterwards, Rainbow Dash felt something clamp tightly around her ankles. It pinched her flesh uncomfortably, and she swiftly found that the spreader bar forcing her legs apart wasn't likely to leave any time soon. She groaned inwardly, which was rapidly interrupted by a sharp jerk on her tail.
Dash yelped as her multihued tail was pulled, and she managed to catch a glimpse of Master's large smirk between her legs.
"Oh, come now," he snickered. "Well, maybe not right now."
NOW he gets a sense of humor.
"Surely you can get that adorable little plot a little higher, can't you, slave?" Master insinuated, and Dash bit back her remark.
Pausing to brace herself, Dash lowered her head as far as it would go, until her cheek was pressed steadfastly against the ground. The cool floor of the basement smelled slightly of sawdust, and it tickled her nose slightly.
"Good girl. Just a little higher," Master egged her on. Per his request, Rainbow Dash slowly, carefully pushed her flank as high as she could, her back arching painfully as she struggled to keep from falling over. Master's hand on her thigh prevented just that, and the uncomfortable way he was sliding his palm back and forth over her Cutie Mark wasn't helping matters.
There, she thought to herself with a small sense of pride in her difficult acrobatics. Even with a messed up wing, I can still–
Unsurprisingly, her thoughts were interrupted yet again by the abrupt introduction of a cold metal tube, slapping against her inner thighs.
Dash bit her bottom lip, refusing to release a single noise as Master silently flipped her tail over her back, the tips of it falling against her wings.
"You are going to be a good little slave," he said aloud, the tube sliding up and down her thighs in time to his other hand, which he used to massage her free wing at the root. "… Answer me."
"Yes, Master," Dash spluttered after a moment, straining to keep what little self-composure she still retained.
"You are to obey every command. Isn't that right, slave?"
"Yes, Master." she replied automatically.
"You are not allowed to so much as think of anything aside from how to further please your Master."
"Yes, Master."
"You're not going to disobey any more, are you, Dashie?"
"Yes, Master."
It was out of her mouth before she caught it.
"Wrong answer!"
The nozzle was jammed roughly inside of her before she knew it, making her cry out from shock and pain. The smooth tip was pushed too quickly inside, and a sharp discomfort a short distance from her opening shuddered through her body in a way she hadn't felt before.
"Now, little slave Dashie here-" Master slid her rear a little more toward the camera, making the tube bob awkwardly as he did so. "-can't seem to quite remember how to properly obey. Being the kind Master that I am, Master is going to take care of little slave's problem for her instead of punishing her as I should. Aren't I swell?"
Dash's arduous, shallow breathing from the awkward pinching sensation between her legs caused by the inserted nozzle was stifled as Master pushed down on her head with one hand, keeping her firmly against the floor as he maneuvered the tube.
"Now, let's capture each and every single precious moment of sweet, innocent little Dashie losing her virginity."
"No! Waitwaitwaitwaitwait-!"
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"Fluttershy?" Twilight rapped against the door to her friend's cottage, the resounding knock echoing in a homely fashion throughout the house. "Fluttershy, are you home?"
"Come on, darlin'!" Applejack yelled through cupped hooves. "It ain't that early!"
The pair awaited Fluttershy's response for a couple of seconds, and Applejack fiddled uncomfortably with her trademark Stetson hat with one hoof. For a moment, Twilight thought that nopony would answer at all, and raised her hoof to knock again when the front door swung open, revealing a slightly bedraggled Fluttershy.
"Oh, good morning," Fluttershy yawned while simultaneously trying to fight down obvious bedhead. Her pink mane stuck out in odd tufts, and she held the door open for her friends. "You can come right in, if you like; we were just about to have some coffee. I mean, if you want some, that is."
"That would be fine, Fluttershy," Twilight said seriously, her tone almost flat. Applejack seemed to perk up a bit at the prospect of free coffee, though.
As they rounded the corner, Twilight Sparkle was completely unsurprised to find that the kitchen was completely upside down, the pots and pans were sashaying across the walls, silverware had suddenly sprouted bushy moustaches and marched single file through the air using butter knives as carried weapons, and Discord sat in the middle it all with such a look of serenity that one could have sworn he'd practiced from Princess Celestia.
"Seen that one already," Applejack said with a deadpan, as equally unamused by Discord's antics as Twilight was.
"Bah," Discord waved a talon at the slightly bemused earth pony. "No appreciation for good ol' fashioned chaos."
Bizarrely enough, regardless of the utter dissonance of the entire room, Discord sat rather quietly at the table just like any other normal pony, quietly sipping a small china cup of chocolate milk.
"Yes, that's fantastic, chaos and yada yada yada," Twilight rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed.
"Oh, hush." Fluttershy giggled. "Discord, would you be a dear and move the… this," she gestured around at the frenzy of irrationality going through her kitchen. "And maybe Twi and AJ can have some coffee with us. If, um, if that's okay with you, I mean."
Discord grumbled something inarticulate, but snapped his talon together and watched as the room immediately righted itself as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever taken place.
"Bo~ring," he snorted, twirling his paw around the chocolate milk, which had suddenly begun whirling through the air toward his mouth like it was being sucked through an invisible crazy straw.
"Well, actually, Fluttershy," Twilight began awkwardly. "We're in a bit of a hurry."
"Y'all wouldn't have happened ter see Rainbow Dash 'round here lately, would ya'?" Applejack queried.
"Um, yes, actually," Fluttershy nodded. "She was just here a couple of days ago. I haven't seen her since, though."
This brought Twilight an evident level of distress, and she furrowed her violet brows even further.
Applejack frowned, and said "Huh. She was supposed to help with somma the apple buckin' like she promised yesterday, but she never showed up."
"Right," Twilight nodded. "And normally, anypony would've just chalked that up to Rainbow being… well, Rainbow. But…" she scratched her ear uncertainly. "Well, she didn't show up to the library to return her Daring Do book, either. She's usually so punctual about that kind of thing, since we get new novels in regularly."
"And on top o' that," Applejack added. "Pinkie said she ain't never showed up fer weather duty a couple'a days ago!"
Fluttershy's eyes widened significantly, a look of worry fleeting across her face.
"That doesn't sound like Dash at all," Fluttershy said uncertainly. It took the trio only a few moments to all slowly turn toward Discord, who was sitting relaxed with his tail and hind legs propped up on nothing as he whistled inconspicuously, tapping his paw and talon together.
"… What?" he stopped immediately. "Just… practicing my whistling."
"Practicing your whistling," Twilight reiterated with a deadpan to match Applejack's.
"Whistling inconspicuously." Discord cocked an eyebrow knowingly.
"Discord," Fluttershy said dangerously. And, for a moment, he almost looked afraid. Just a tad.
"Yes, Fluttershy, dear?" he asked innocently, batting his mismatched eyelashes.
"Do you know where Rainbow Dash is?" she asked deliberately, staring at him hard.
"I have no idea where Rainbow Dash is," Discord admitted truthfully.
There was an almost unheard collective sigh of relief from the three ponies, until Fluttershy pressed on.
"… Did you do something to Rainbow Dash, Discord?"
"… Maybe."
"Discord!"
The draconequus jumped slightly at Fluttershy's angry shout, and a hint of guilt crossed his face as she stamped her hoof.
"You were making such good progress!" she scolded him. "I am so disappointed in you!"
"What do you mean, you don't know where she is?!" Twilight interrogated, taking a battle stance. She had to make herself heard over Applejack, who was demanding nearly the same answer.
"One at a time, one at a time!" Discord rose above them all, twirling haphazardly near the ceiling. "One at a time, ladies. Autographs later, I promise," he joked.
"Discord, get down from there."
He almost ignored Fluttershy's soft, quiet tone, but her odd expression made him pay attention. He swooped downward slowly, reseating himself.
"Discord," Fluttershy narrowed her eyes, and her voice took on a ferocity which shook him a little, even though she didn't even raise her voice. "What. Have. You. Done."
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"-waitwaitwaitWAITWAIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Rainbow Dash's voice cracked as the tube was stuffed completely inside her, and she screamed as felt something being pierced. The nozzle was jammed as far in as it would go, and were it not for the metal spreader bar keeping her legs apart, she would have fallen to the ground long ago.
"Now, now, slave," Master stated calmly. "You don't give the orders. And you should feel very bad about that. What do we say?"
Dash bit her lip so hard that it began to draw blood, and her body quaked with the force of trying to remain still.
He nudged the nozzle slightly, pushing it a little further upward and causing her to jerk beneath him.
"I said, what do we say?"
"I'm sorry!"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I'm sorry Master!" Dash yelled, covering her face with one hoof. She felt lightheaded again, and she couldn't bear the thought of looking between her legs to see what she was sure would be blood from being penetrated for the first time.
"Good girl," Master applauded in a golf clap. Dash pried her eyes open to see what he was doing when he shifted, and between her legs, she saw the hose dangling back and forth. The sudden sight of something so libidinous swinging from inside her made her blush again, and she couldn't bring herself to look anymore.
If she had, she would have seen Master placing a plastic tub just behind her, and turning the water hose on to full blast.
The cold water ricocheted through the hose and blasted her insides, making her cry out once more. The water pumped into her steadily, and she mechanically arched her back so quickly that she heard something pop. Master forced her face against the floor with one hand, while the other held the nozzle in position.
Dash moaned as the water was pushed and flooded into her, her one working wing flapping uselessly at her side. She even somehow found the strength to push her upper body upwards a little with her forehooves, but was quickly pushed back down to the floor, where she no longer resisted.
Her stomach felt odd, as if it were too full. An odd sloshing rumbled inside her when she twitched, and the water was thankfully stopped as it began draining ever so slowly out of her.
Her mind had gone blissfully foggy as she was filled with water, and she strenuously breathed as the peculiar sensation overwhelmed her when he carefully pulled the nozzle from her. For a moment, she was dimly aware that the tub was placed in a spot where she could relieve herself of the water, and made to do so.
However, Master slapped her flank hard, making her yelp.
"I didn't say you could let it out!" he said loudly, pinching her lips together tightly from behind. "Hold it in!"
Dash clenched her teeth, trying hard to fight the building urge to release it all at once. It twinged and burned, but she couldn't help but let a few sprinkles drip down with quiet splats into the plastic tub below.
"… There's a good little slave," Master said finally, and Dash's breathing grew more rapid as she felt the rubbery rounded silicone tip of the imitation phallus gently poking against her slit.
No, no, no, please no!
Her silent plea went completely unheard, as would likely her spoken one should she have chosen to say it. Master doubtlessly would have made things considerably worse for her if she did, though.
All she could do was take one shuddering breath after another, the anticipation growing along with the burning feeling in her stomach. It was too much, there was too much water; she needed to let it out…!
"You want to piss, don't you, slave?" Master asked temptingly, the purple dildo flopping nonchalantly against her slot a couple of times. With each gentle, jarring bump, she nearly lost it and released it all.
"Y-yes…" Dash stuttered, struggling to focus. Her breath came out in pants, and she saw the collecting damp her mouth was making on the floor before her.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Master."
"Yes Master, what?"
Dash's silence showed her confusion, so he helped her along.
"If you want to let it out, I want you to say, 'please, Master, let me piss out this water you so graciously bestowed upon me until I cum in spurts'."
"What?"
He slapped her flank again, harder than the last time. She whimpered, and almost managed to let the water out before squeezing her every muscle, forcing it to stay within.
Her whole body was shaking by this point, and she had difficulty keeping her eyes focused. Dash vaguely wondered why she suddenly felt so sleepy, but it could have been because of the awkward position.
"… P-please, Master, let-let me… let me go?"
"That's not what you were instructed to sa~ay…!" he said in a singsong voice, rubbing the dildo against her clit temptingly.
"Please! Please, Master, let me piss out this w-water you so grah! G-graciously bes-stowed upon me until I c-c-cum in spurts!" she struggled to phrase his statement word for word, at which point he simply laughed.
"There's a good little slave."
And, as if to add insult to injury, he promptly stuffed the dildo directly into her as far as it would go.
Rainbow Dash screamed as it breached her vagina, the thick length rubbing hard against her walls as the water tried to rush out, only to be cruelly blocked by the wicked implement.
"Do you want to let it out?" Master asked casually, drumming his fingers across the bottom of the dildo, the reverberations making her shake even more.
"Yes!"
"Yes, wh-"
"Yes Master! Yes, yes, a hundred times, yes! Let me let it out, please!" she begged, her limbs juddering violently.
"Hmm…" he thought aloud. "You just interrupted your Master."
No, no, no!
"But," he said slowly, taunting her. "Since I am a kind, and forgiving Master… I might."
Dash moaned lowly as the rubber dong was slowly pulled from her, the tension finally about to be released.
"Then again," he said suddenly, thrusting it back into her. She jerked with the motion, hissing sharply as it was jammed back inside. A small spurt of water came out as it did so, trickling down her leg. "I can't just go letting a slave interrupt and go unpunished, now can I, Dashie?"
When she didn't answer, he repeated the motion with the purple utensil, pulling it out a tiny bit and thrusting it back inside her. Each time, a tiny modicum of water would be pushed out of her, and she panted rhythmically in tempo to the plunges.
In spite of the water inserting her cold, Rainbow Dash gradually began to feel a heat rising in her slit, traveling upward through her body. Her free wing found itself flapping back and forth in time to her gasps as well, an oddly pleasurable feeling building inside her.
"Now, slave, do you want cum?"
"P-please, Master. Please let me let it out."
"That's not what I asked," he said, pushing it a little harder until she squealed, the burning in her face becoming unbearable as the longest spurt of water yet flew from her and hit the tub with a somehow lascivious noise. She could have sworn it was pushed in even further that anything else should ever have gone. The tension, the buildup inside her was too much, it hurt…!
At the same time, the intense anticipation, the tightness and pressure gave her an odd sense of exhilaration, as if she were deliberately being kept on edge.
"Yes, Master!" Dash inhaled sharply. "I-I want – I want to cum! Please, let me!"
"Let you what?"
"Let me cum, Master! Please!"
"Oh, since you asked so nicely," he teased. With one final, shaking jerk, he yanked the dildo from her with such a swift motion that it burned, and made her cry out. Dash's head arched upward as the water was at long last squirted from inside, leaking into the tub. A warmth blossomed through her as she was finally granted reprieve, and she moaned while she shook.
"Did you really just cum from that?" Master asked gleefully, but his voice felt somehow far away. Dash no longer found it quite so simple, nor even remotely appealing, to force her eyes to remain focused. True, the water trickled and spouted out of her at last in spasms and jets as she quivered, but there was something about that sudden, overwhelming rush just at the end…
Almost like performing a Sonic Rainboom, from the temporary unanticipated elation it brought her.
"I asked you a question, slave."
"Yes, Master," Rainbow Dash slurred slowly, all of a sudden feeling wiped out and drained.
"Then I guess that concludes training video number one," Master said with a small measure of delight, unclamping the metal spreader bar keeping her hind legs apart. No sooner had he done so that Dash collapsed on the floor, unable to support her own weight because of the powerful quavering. Her whole body felt wobbly, and weak.
"There's a good little slave," Master said for the umpteenth time. He clicked off the camcorder, and knelt over her wet and heavily panting form. With a single hand, he caressed her face dotingly, rubbing a single thumb up and down her cheek.
"Now, say 'thank you, Master'."
"... Thank you, Master," Rainbow Dash muttered, her head feeling clouded. She was so tired…
"Say, 'I love you, Master'."
"I love you, Master."
"There's a good little Dashie."
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