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- "Do you know who I am?"
- >Your tone is cold
- >The orange filly cowers before your feet
- >You stand at about twice the height of a typical pony
- >This one, you tower over, nearly three times her size
- >"You're... Anonymous."
- >She states it like an unfortunate fact
- >She's afraid, but she's accepted her fate
- "Go on."
- >She refuses to meet your gaze
- >"Nightmare Moon's best enforcer."
- >A shiver runs through the filly pegasus
- "That's right."
- >You bend down, bringing your face close to her's
- >She recoils slightly
- "And do you know why you're here?"
- >She swallows, keeping her head downcast
- >"So that you can torture... and kill me..."
- "I asked you why, no for what."
- >You grab her chin, pulling her face up
- >She keeps her eyes down, refusing to meet your gaze
- "Don't disobey me. Answer my questions properly."
- >You lace your words with as much venom as possible
- >You want her scared, but without outright threats
- >"Because... I stole food from the royal guard..."
- >Indeed, that was the reason she had been imprisoned
- >Theft from the crown is considered treason, regardless of how trivial
- >Treason means one of two things: Execution or entrance to your collection
- "That is partly true. That is the reason you were picked up. But not the real reason."
- >She heaves a depressed sigh
- >"Because I'm a traitor..."
- >You let her chin down and her head drops
- "Ridiculous."
- >The filly's ears perk up
- >Slowly she raises her head, she looks at you with doubt and unease
- "You're here because you need help, sweetie."
- >The filly blinks in confusion
- >You smile warmly
- >It's a drastic change of pace to be so kind to an unbroken pet
- >A little refreshing, really
- >"What?"
- >You give a friendly pat to her head, mussing her magenta hair
- "A happy pony wouldn't need to steal food..."
- >The little filly's expression grows more confused
- >She stares at the floor, brow still furrowed in uncertainty
- >"I... was hungry."
- >You chuckle lightly
- "Of course, dear, but you shouldn't be hungry like that!"
- >She looks back up at you, with a look you can't determine as perplexed or angry
- "Your parents should really be feeding you more!"
- >Her eyes cast themselves down once more
- >"I... I don't know my parents..."
- >You knew this, of course
- >Each new slave has a detail intelligence report created for them
- >It usually gives you plenty of ammo for breaking them down
- "Oh... I'm sorry..."
- >It has been a long time since you even feigned empathy
- "Then... who takes care of you, hun?"
- >Without moving her head she sighs
- >"I take care of myself."
- >You pause for a moment, pretending to be taking in the news
- >You place your hand on her shoulder
- >She looks up to you with blurry eyes
- "How about we get you some food?"
- >Blinking a tear loose, a weak smile appears on her face
- "Apples? Carrots? What would you like?"
- >"I'd really like a carrot..."
- >You ask the guard outside the chamber door to fetch a few carrots
- >He returns quickly with the food
- >You take it and turn back to your pegasus
- >She's staring at the food intently
- >With a little flourish you hold up the bundle of carrots
- "Voila!"
- >Her tiny wings flitter with excitement
- >She leans forward but doesn't move
- >She wants to be cautious, restrain her enthusiasm, but her hunger is too great and she gives herself away
- >You step forward, bringing the smell of the food to her
- "And what do you say?"
- >You ask the hypothetical like an overbearing parent
- >It takes a moment for her to break eye contact with the food to look to you
- >Her look is confused
- >"What?"
- >You click your tongue at her
- "What do you say when someone gives you something, hmm?"
- >She blinks, thinking for a minute
- >"Uh... thanks?"
- >Well you can't fault her for never being raised properly
- "Not yet,"
- >you correct her
- "First you say 'please'."
- >She looks a little embarrassed
- >"Oh, um, please."
- >You give her a warm smile
- "Very good."
- >Another few steps and you're right next to her
- >You take a seat next to her and bring one of the carrots up to her mouth
- "Here you go, sweetie."
- >Nervously she brings her open mouth to the carrot
- >After a small bite her face lights up
- >She rabidly takes several more chomps, chews furiously and swallows, letting out a contented sigh
- >After a moment she catches herself
- >"Oh, uh, sorry..."
- "Whatever for?"
- >She smiles sheepishly
- >"For eating out of your hand like that... I kinda got carried away."
- >You chuckle a little
- "It's fine, dear."
- >You hold up the rest of the carrot in your open palm
- >After a moment's hesitation, she reached for another bite
- >Her lips tickle the skin of your hand as she takes another chunk of carrot
- >Keeping your feeding hand steady you set the other carrots down to free your other hand
- >You reach up and run your fingers through her mane as she chews happily
- >One more bite and she's finished all but the leafy greens
- >She looks over to you
- >"Can I have some more? ...uh, please?"
- >Your expression turns stern
- "Come now, eat all of it. The green bits are good for you."
- >Her face contorts into a grimace
- >"Ugh, but they're so bitter."
- >You rebuff your stern glare
- >She groans loudly and turns back to the greens
- >Her muzzle scrunched in disgust, she slowly reaches for the leaves before quickly gobbling them down
- >"Blech."
- >You give her another pat on the head
- "There, that wasn't so bad."
- >She gives another weak smile
- >You wait for a moment, trying to look expectant
- >Her meager confidence fades, as she's unsure what you want
- "Now you can say 'thank you', dear."
- >She shuffles a bit
- >"Oh, right... thank you."
- >You lean in and plant a kiss on her forehead
- >As you pull back you can see her surprise
- "I'm so sorry, I haven't asked your name yet."
- >She shakes her head a bit, a soft blush already forming
- >"Oh, uh... my name's Scootaloo..."
- >Obviously you already knew this, but introductions were important
- "That's a nice name for you, Scootaloo."
- >She tries to hide her smile
- "You already know my name is Anonymous..."
- >You keep your tone friendly
- "But if you want to live here, you will call me Master."
- >She turns back to you
- >Her cheeks are still flushed, but her expression is neutral
- >"Master?"
- "Yes, dear. That is how all of my pets must address me."
- >Her brow furrows a bit
- >"Your... pets?"
- >You stand, being sure to take the carrots as you do
- "I take care of many ponies, like you."
- >You pace around the room in front of her
- >Her indignant glare follows you
- "They need help, and I provide for them. In exchange, they keep me entertained."
- >You stop pacing and face her head-on
- >She's cast her eyes to the floor, trying to grasp the concept
- "So if you'd like, you can stay here. You'll have a warm place to sleep and plenty of food."
- >She brings a fore-hoof to her stomach, remembering her hunger
- "I'll take care of you."
- >She look up to you, her brow still furrowed
- >"And what if I don't want to be your pet?"
- >You try to look taken back, as if the thought hadn't occurred to you
- "You're not a prisoner here. You were only restrained so that you wouldn't do any harm to yourself or someone else."
- >You step over to her and lean down
- >You unfasten the restraint bound around her hind legs
- >While still close to her you speak softly
- "I'd really like for you to stay, Scootaloo."
- >She shivers slightly as you speak her name
- >You move away from her and to the chamber door
- >You remove your ring of keys and hold it before her
- "I'm leaving these here."
- >You place them on a high shelf, mounted on the wall
- "If you want to leave, you can. I'll tell the guards to let you go."
- >You try to make your voice sound despondent
- >She simply watches you
- >You sigh
- "I hope you make the right decision..."
- >You leave the room, locking the door behind you
- >Finally you drop your false demeanor
- >You rest against the door and sigh
- >It took more willpower than you'd like to admit to stop yourself from making her cry
- >You could have tormented her and broke her down so easily
- >But no
- >You'll work harder, but for the better payoff
- >How great will it be to warp her mind? Make her into a perverted vassal to you
- >You lazily look to the carrots in your hand
- >Amazing the power of hunger
- >You crack a bite of the veggies off and toss the scraps to the castle floor
- >You'll come back in a couple hours
- >You'll check in on the new pet's "decision"
- >You snicker to yourself as you walk off to a hearty dinner
- >You open the heavy door to Scootaloo's chambers
- >The rusted hinges make an awful screech
- >Despite the noise you find Scootaloo dead asleep on the bed in the far corner of the room
- >She must have exhausted herself trying to reach the keys
- >Didn't help that she was half starved
- >You approach her
- >Her mouth hangs open and she snores quietly
- >You stealthily take a seat on the edge of the bed and turn to her
- >Her tiny tongue barely peeks out of her parted lips
- >You bring your hand to her face, gingerly stroking her cheek
- >You slide your hand to her chin
- >With little effort you pull her mouth open
- >Scootaloo doesn't stir from her rest
- >You eye her gaping mouth
- >You can feel your heart rate increases
- >Imagine it
- >You could ram your cock into her throat before she even had the chance to wake up
- >She'd awaken in shock and pain as your rod chokes what little life she has left out of her
- >Then as her eyes flutter and roll back into her skull you'd finally let up, let her gasp for air as you coat her face with your seed
- >She'd cough and wheeze through her tears and your cum
- >She knew you would be cruel, but her innocent young mind could never have guessed
- >You blink yourself back to reality
- >You inhale deeply
- >Then exhale
- >You need to be calm
- >You run your hand over your little filly's mane
- >It's a bit dirty, but still soft and pleasant
- >Petting her is calming, like a cat or lapdog
- >Just as you've gotten yourself under control, Scootaloo stirs
- >You continue to stroke her mane
- >She fidgets and yawns, rolling in place to her side
- >Her eyes crack open, and she blinks, adjusting them to the light
- >As she realizes where she is, her expression turns sour
- >Her eyes find you and go wide
- >She's still afraid of you
- >You speak softly
- "Didn't mean to wake you."
- >Another stroke of her mane and she seems to relax a little
- >"No, it's okay... "
- >She sets herself up on her haunches
- >"I'm not tired."
- >She says while stifling a yawn
- >You chuckle and ruffle her mane
- >She groans and pulls away, then runs a hoof over her head to straighten it back out
- >After she's fixed her hair you gesture to the keys on the shelf
- "Since you're still here... Can I assume you'll be staying?"
- >Scootaloo looks to the keys and grimaces
- >She casts her eyes down
- >"Well... I..."
- >You scoop her chin and bring her face to your's
- >Her eyes glisten in the torchlight
- >She's scared
- >More than that though, she's embarrassed
- >She doesn't want to admit that she couldn't run away if she wanted to
- >What she needs now is comfort
- "It's okay, Scootaloo, I understand."
- >You smile at her, but her expression is of shock
- >"Y-you do?"
- "Yes, sweetie, and it's okay."
- >She looks away from you
- >A tear runs down her cheek and you wipe it away
- "You're afraid that if you stay here that I'll abandon you."
- >But maybe not the right kind of comfort
- >She looks back to you through blurry eyes
- "But you shouldn't worry."
- >You pull her in for a hug
- "I'll always take care of you."
- >Scootaloo is stiff in your embrace
- >After a moment though, you feel her body relax
- >"O-... Okay."
- >She sounds genuinely relieved
- >You release her from the hug and move apart from her
- >Her face still betrays her concerns, but she's smiling
- "Anything I can get you before bed?"
- >It takes a moment for her to respond
- >She's still starving
- >"Actually yeah..."
- >She watches you for a negative reaction
- >You don't give her one
- "Well, what is it?"
- >Your tone is sing-songy, as you gently mock her
- >She blushes
- >"A glass of milk?"
- >You pat her on the head as you stand
- "Of course."
- >She watches from the bed as you go to the door and beckon a guard
- >You whisper your orders to him and wait for his return
- >He returns swiftly with a glass of warmed milk
- >You move back to the bed, where Scootaloo has dug herself under the covers
- >You sit on the edge of the bed
- >You bring the glass up to Scootaloo's mouth
- >Scootaloo guides your hand to pour the warm milk passed her lips
- >After several large gulps, you lower the glass and set it to the bedside table
- >Her eyes have already fluttered shut
- >You tuck the blankets around Scootaloo, wrapping her in a snug bundle
- >She lets out a sigh of contentedness as you finish
- >You lean in for another kiss on her forehead
- >After the soft kiss you hold yourself over her body
- >She's still conscious despite her closed eyes
- >She can sense your presence and you see a blush start to form on her face
- >You linger for only long enough to impose yourself before standing to go
- >Arrive at Scootaloo's room
- >You open the heavy door and enter
- >The entire main chamber was thick with humidity
- >From the opposite end of the door you see fog bellowing out of the bath chamber
- >Among the platter of water and random splashes you hear Scootaloo's harsh singing
- >"We are the Cutie Mark Crusaders!"
- >"On a-hmm mhh hmm hmm hmm mmh mmh!"
- >"Hmm mmh hmm never stop the journey!"
- "La lala la la la cutie marks!"
- >You know the words of her song better than she does
- >And you could probably hit a few notes by chance at least
- >It is perhaps the most grating noise of a voice you've ever heard
- >However there's something about it
- >The kinda toyboyish roughness to it
- >The way it cracks at odd intervals
- >It has a sort of charm
- >But no matter, there was training to do
- >You stand in front of the bathroom doorway, the door left wide open
- >On the shower curtain you see a silhouette of Scootaloo
- >She's practically rolling around in the shower water
- >She flaps her wings and rubs them over her face like a sort of bird
- >Then she shakes her body, flinging the water around like a dog
- >Most people, and ponies you've come to find, have bathing down to a routine
- >She, however, doesn't seem to be used to the activity
- >Probably only had the luxury of a shower during a scheduled rain
- >You snap yourself back to the task at hand
- >Scootaloo's childish dancing behind the curtain had distracted you
- >You have to take a moment to restrain your erection before beginning
- "Scootaloo."
- >Your voice is loud and authoritative
- >It easily cuts through the cacophony coming from the bath
- >Scootaloo yelps and tumbles to the tub floor
- >"Ouch."
- >She grumbles in irritation but then returns her thoughts to her fear of you
- >She moves to turns the shower water off, leaving a silence broken only by the water drops dripping from her wet body
- >"Oh, Anon... h-hey..."
- >She was still covered by the shower curtain, but you could see her hooves placed defensively over her body
- "Scootaloo, remember, you are to call me Master now."
- >"Oh, uh, right... Master."
- >You force a stern demeanor
- "Scootaloo, step out of the shower.
- >She doesn't move
- >"Well, I can't... not with you looking."
- "Why not?"
- >Your words are cold
- >She forces herself to answer
- >"Because I'm in the bathroom..."
- >You don't respond, waiting for her to continue
- >"...and you're not supposed to let ponies watch you in the bathroom..."
- "Is that right?"
- >She pauses for a moment, unsure of herself
- >"That's what we were told in school..."
- "Scootaloo, that's ridiculous. You shouldn't have anything to hide from me, while in a bathroom or otherwise."
- >You wait for her to respond, but she's still
- "Now, Scootaloo. Out of the shower."
- >She moves slowly, still thinking about what you said
- >She places her forehooves on the rim of the tub, and slides her body over it, sort of rolling out of the tub
- >Her hind legs catch herself as she falls, and she stands before the curtain in front of you
- >The previously ragged mop of hair atop her head was now soaking wet
- >It made her mane look slick and shiny
- >In fact her entire coat had a sheen to it
- >You remind yourself to keep a neutral face as you catch her looking at you
- >Her face is flushed a deep red
- >She obviously feels exposed, vulnerable
- >Wordlessly you grab the towel on the nearby rack
- >Scootaloo looks a little surprised as you toss the towel over her
- >It's sized for an adult pony, so it covers her body and then drags on the floor
- >She gasps as you grip the towel against her sides
- >You then shake it back and forth along her body, running it through her damp hair
- >The towel is surprisingly absorbent, but you remember it was designed specifically for ponies and their coat
- >It's a little cute how much Scootaloo had worked herself up about being seen
- >As you massage her body with the towel she lets out little sounds that are like a mix between a grunt and a moan
- >They're just quiet enough that you're sure she's trying to hide them from you
- >After a couple minutes of drying her off, you stand and replace the towel on the rack
- >You look down at her, and her excitement turns to fear
- "Scootaloo."
- >She takes a deep breath as you say her name
- "You take a bath and make a huge mess."
- >You gesture to the water spills over the bathroom floor
- "Don't turn a vent on and let the whole room fog up."
- >She doesn't meet your gaze anymore
- "And worst yet, you address me improperly."
- >She's silent
- "You have to be punished."
- >She looks up at you fearfully
- >It's a familiar look
- >You've seen it plenty of times on the faces of your ponies
- >You walk out of the bathroom and take a seat on the bed
- >Scootaloo peeks nervously from the doorway at you
- >You give her a look of mild impatience
- >She knows what's coming
- >You weren't sure if she had ever been spanked before, or even who would have done it
- >She must have spent some time in an orphanage or the like
- >Scootaloo hops up on the bed and lays herself across your lap
- >Her body warms your legs pleasantly
- >Her tail is clamped against her body, anticipating the pain to come
- "Tail up."
- >You command coldly
- >Slowly she raises her still damp tail, moving it just enough to clear her rump
- >It takes some willpower to prevent yourself from poking into her belly
- >You heave a breath in frustration, which plays well into your facade
- >You raise your arm, hand open and palm flat
- >Scootaloo inhales sharply through her teeth, bracing for impact
- >You bring your hand down swiftly, connecting with her thighs with a solid smack
- >She grunts quietly, trying to shake the pain as she prepares for another strike
- >A strike that doesn't come
- "There"
- >She cranes her neck around to look up to you
- >"Now try to use some common sense next time."
- >Scootaloo looks at you puzzled
- >It takes quiet a bit of effort to stop yourself from delivering more punishment
- >You could wipe that confusion from her face and replace it with agony
- >You clear your throat
- >"Is... that it?"
- >You feign incredulity
- "Do you think you need more?"
- >"N-no! I just-uh... Well, nevermind."
- >She smiles sheepishly
- >You give her another look
- "Scootaloo what did I just say? You shouldn't keep anything from me."
- >"It doesn't matter, it's nothing."
- "I don't care if it's nothing, you keep nothing from me. Got it?"
- >Scootaloo sighs in defeat, lowering her head
- >"I just kinda figured you'd do it more than that..."
- >You lift her chin
- "And why would you figure that?"
- >She looks away
- >"I don't know..."
- "Come on, Scootaloo. You can tell me anything."
- >She looks back to you for a moment
- >"Well... I've heard a lot of stories about you..."
- >You remain silent, prompting her to continue
- >"Ponies say how mean you are... that you do horrible things..."
- >You sigh and try to look saddened, casting your eyes down
- >"But..."
- >You look back up
- >"That was probably the easiest I've ever gotten off."
- >You ignore the unintended double entendre
- "Scootaloo. It's my job to dispense justice, to punish those who do wrong."
- >Her expression is quizzical
- >You sigh again
- "I wouldn't expect you to understand... not many ponies do."
- >Her brow furrows slightly with determination and she sits more upright on your lap
- >"I-I can understand! You just have to explain it to me."
- >You give a small smile
- "Well... I guess I should start from the beginning."
- "Do you know the story of The Mare in the Moon?"
- >"Yeah, I remember it from story time at school."
- "And by now you should know that it's true... at least partly."
- >You retell the story, this time twisting the details to make Nightmare Moon appear the hero
- >Celestia was jealous of her more powerful younger sister; she wanted the thrown all to herself
- >Knowing she couldn't win on her own, she abused the power of the ancient magic of the Elements to surprise Nightmare
- >She tried to reason with her sister before she was heartlessly imprisoned by her own blood
- >With her sister out of the way, Celestia spent a millennium spreading lies about what happened
- >She even went so far as to make holidays about it
- >The Summer Sun Celebration to laud Celestia herself
- >Nightmare Night to demonize her sister
- >Would a true, righteous ruler need to create such propaganda?
- >You begin idly running your fingers through her hair as you spin your yarn
- >And now that Nightmare Moon has returned, isn't strange how so many jumped to fighting her immediately?
- >The day she was betrayed by her sister Nightmare learned that reason is not always the correct approach
- >Sometimes you need to use force
- >Nightmare's methods may seem cruel, but it's for the best
- >As soon as everyone obeys, everything will be much better than it ever was under Celestia
- >Is it wrong to force ponies to do things if it's for their own good?
- "You were forced to come here at first, Scootaloo... but here you've got food... shelter... me."
- >Her ears perk up a little
- >You spoke the last word so softly that Scootaloo may not have heard
- "So... Do you understand?"
- >She thinks for a while
- >"I think so..."
- >She's not confident
- "It's okay, I'm sure it'll be clearer soon enough. Eventually, I'm sure everyone will understand."
- >You try to sound excited for the future and gaze off for a moment
- >It's not hard to seem excited, as you imagine your future with Scootaloo, properly trained and corrupted
- >You give a contented sigh and look back to Scootaloo
- >She returns with a weak smile
- "Well, dear, I think I ought to get going."
- >You pull her chin upward and reach down to plant a kiss on her nose
- >You linger for just a moment longer than if it were platonic
- >You pull back slowly and smile warmly
- >Scootaloo stares at you with wide eyes, a blush already starting to form
- >With a chuckle you move to grip her around the middle and pull her off your lap
- >As you do, her body tenses and she lets out a surprised meep
- >The reaction gives you pause
- >You move her off your lap and to your side before giving her a mischievous grin
- "Scootaloo..."
- >"Yeah? ...Oh, or yeah, master?"
- "Are you..."
- >You turn away and look at her side-ways
- "...ticklish?"
- >Her ears droop instantly
- >"W-what? No, no, of course not... Don't be silly."
- >You position yourself in your battle stance
- "So you wouldn't mind if I did... this!"
- >On 'this' you lunge with one of your hands, slipping your fingers under her small wing to tease the skin beneath
- >The attack is met with a massive spasm and a shriek
- >"Aaaah! Nonononono!"
- "I thought you said you weren't ticklish!"
- >You mock as you wriggle your fingers
- >She rolls around and tries to push your hand away, but you overpower her easily
- >"Stoo~op!"
- >You let up for a moment, only to attack again with your other hand, getting under her other wing
- >She shrieks again, even louder this time and kicks her hooves against the bed, trying to scurry away
- >She's able to move a bit, but you follow her, unrelenting in your assault
- >"Ahahaha! No, please!"
- >You have to raise your voice to be audible over her laughter
- "This is what you get for lying to me!"
- >You move your hands all along her sides, tickling new spots so she never adjusts to the sensations
- >"No! Ahaha, nono!"
- >She continues to try and push your hands away
- >Finally she gives up and simply tries to ball up as tightly as possible to protect her sensitive spots
- >Still you're able to dig your fingers to where they need to be, keeping her in a fit of torturous laughter
- "Tell me the truth and I might stop!"
- >You call over her screams
- >She wastes no time, caving instantly
- >"Okay! Okay, I'm ticklish! I'm ticklish! Aah!"
- >Not good enough
- >You continue assailing her body with light touches
- "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you..."
- >"I said I'm ticklish! Please stop! I'm ticklish!"
- >You finally slow your motions and stop resisting her, letting her squeeze into a defensive ball
- >Her breathing is heavy as she tries to catch her breath and stop her laughing
- >With a hard swallow she opens her eyes to find your body hovering over her's
- >Her panting slows, but becomes more breathy
- >Her eyes betray a sense of fear
- >You simply hold yourself still, letting your comparatively massive body overshadow her fragile form
- "Scootaloo..."
- >She takes a breath
- >"Mm... Master..."
- >Her eyes dilate and she turns her body into a more receptive position
- >Still, she doesn't make any moves
- >Instinctively, her body is going through the motions, but she doesn't know how to proceed
- >You bring a hand to her face, caressing it gently
- >She turns into your hand, seeking your touch
- >You slide your hand down her cheek, along her neck and down her belly
- >Her back arches
- >You remove your hand before you reach too low
- >All Scootaloo can do is lie there, panting
- >She is a putty to be sculpted
- "Do you like it when I touch you?"
- >Your voice is low and bassy
- >Scootaloo bites her lip and nods slightly
- "Tell me why."
- >Scootaloo wriggles her body, desperate for more attention
- >"Because it feels good..."
- >You smile coyly and lean in, closing the distance between your faces
- "No, sweetie... I want a better reason than that..."
- >She grunts quietly, frustrated by the delay
- >Her eyes wander as she tries to think of another answer
- >She locks her gaze with your's once again
- >"Because... I think... I might... like you..."
- >You inch closer and whisper into her ear
- "Go on..."
- >A shiver runs through her
- >You can practically hear her heart beating
- >"And... I want... I want you to... I want to have s-"
- >You press your lips firmly against her's
- >Almost instantly she opens her mouth eagerly
- >Her mouth is hot and wet
- >And her technique is almost laughably sloppy
- >Soon the area around your mouth is coated in her saliva
- >For a minute you try to wrangle with her wild lips
- >After you pick up the soft moans Scootaloo is releasing into your mouth, however, you decide to simply let her continue her sloppy motions
- >You slide a hand behind her head for support
- >Her freshly washed hair is soft and still a little damp
- >Slowly you dance your tongue into her mouth, letting it play on the lips before sliding deeper
- >The feeling of you in her mouth forces more moan from her
- >Following your lead as best she can, Scootaloo shoves her tongue past your's
- >It darts around your mouth, tasting and prodding randomly
- >You pull away for a moment to take a breath
- >Scootaloo keeps her mouth open and pants
- >Her lips quiver and her tongue lolls from side to side, waiting for you to reconnect with her
- >With your free hand you scoop behind her back and lift her body, bringing her upright as you renew your kiss
- >Her forelegs wrap around your neck and you tighten your arms around her
- >Her hind legs straddle you, placing her nethers over the crotch of your pants
- >Pushing your hips forward you grind your bulge into the little filly in your arms
- >Scootaloo moans louder into your mouth
- >You break away from her mouth and thrust again
- >She gasps and moans as she stares up at you
- "Scootaloo..."
- >"Master?..."
- "What do you know about sex?"
- >Scootaloo seems to barely register the question
- >Her mind is clouded by young arousal
- >"Yeah... of course..."
- >She breaths
- >She tries to pull you in for another kiss, her mouth hanging open
- >You resist her pull
- "Scootaloo."
- >You speak more forcefully
- >It seems to partially knock her back into reality
- >Her face wears an expression that combines worry and longing
- >"Huh...?"
- >She loosens her grip around you
- "I asked you what you know about sex."
- >"I know that I want it.."
- >She coos as seductively as possible
- >You harden your expression
- "You know what I meant, Scootaloo."
- >She closes her mouth and her lips tighten
- >"I-I know plenty. I can show you..."
- >Her confidence is entirely transparent
- >It may be convincing to another child
- "Is that so?"
- >That worries her
- >You detach yourself from her, laying her back down
- >Unceremoniously you insert a couple fingers into her
- >Scootaloo flinches and gasps at the sudden intrusion
- >You can feel the slippery wall that is her hymen
- "You are a virgin, Scootaloo."
- >Her eyes flutter, enjoying the feeling of your fingers, before she realizes what you've said
- >Wide-eyed, she tries to cover for herself
- >"Wha- Yeah, I mean, yes, master, but I-uh, I still know stuff, and I um, well..."
- >You hold up a hand to silence her and quietly stand
- "I would have hoped you'd have learned never to lie to me."
- >Your voice is cold once again
- >You sigh exasperatedly
- "Maybe you need some time alone to think about what you're supposed to have learned."
- >Scootaloo clambers onto her hooves, standing on her bed
- >"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"
- >Her apology doesn't move you
- >"I promise, I'll never lie about anything again!"
- >You move around her chambers, sliding the enchanted torches from their sconces
- >You extinguish each one with a soft puff of air until only one remains
- "Since you choose to try and keep me in the dark..."
- >You open the door to the main hall and extinguish the last torch you hold
- >With no more torches, the room is dark save for the light that bleeds in from the hall
- "I will do the same to you."
- >Scootaloo is paralyzed with fear
- >Her eyes are large and pleading
- >You fail to contain a smirk as you slam the heavy door, leaving your newest slave in pitch darkness
- >You wait for a moment outside
- >It doesn't take long for her to begin screaming
- >You hear her shuffle about and knock something over
- >Her muffled cries penetrate the door, meant to be pony-proof, not sound-proof
- >"Please! I'm scared! Please, Master!"
- >Now this feels good
- >"I-I, I can't sleep without a nightlight! Please don't do this!"
- >So childish
- >It's rather tantalizing
- "I have no choice, Scootaloo. You need to learn, and this is the only way."
- >"Pl-*sniff* please..."
- >She's broken into sobs now
- "I tried to just tell you, but that clearly didn't work."
- >You wait outside for a little while longer, until her crying subsides
- >You toss the unlit torches to the floor
- >Time to blow of some steam with another one of your pets
- >After you awake the next morning you head to Scootaloo's room
- >Pushing the door open, you notice a strange resistance
- >From inside you here a sort of snort and hurried shuffling as the resistance is removed
- >"Master?"
- >Scootaloo's voice croaks
- >The light of the hall makes her squint and blink her eyes as she peers around from behind the door
- "Good morning, Scootaloo."
- >Your tone is warm
- "Keep your eyes closed. Let them adjust."
- >You say as you set to work replacing and relighting the room's torches
- >Scootaloo sits in silence, trying to shake herself from sleep and open her eyes
- >As her vision comes back to her, she sees you standing before her, hands behind your back
- "I hope you've learned a lesson, missy."
- >She tries to meet your gaze, but struggles to hold her eyes open
- "Repeat it to me."
- >Scootaloo runs a hoof through her mane
- >"I should never lie to you..."
- "Very good."
- >To your surprise she continues
- >"...and you know what's best for me..."
- >Sweet mercy that's arousing
- "Well, I'm glad to hear it."
- >Keeping one of your hands behind your back, you motion with the other to the bed
- "Let's get more comfortable, hmm? I think you deserve a little treat."
- >Scootaloo smiles weakly and walks to the bed, jumping onto it and taking a seat
- >Being careful to keep her surprise hidden from her sight, you sit next to her
- >Scootaloo looks up to you sadly
- >"Master..."
- "Yes, dear?"
- >"I'm really sorry..."
- >You stroke her mane and kiss her forehead
- "I know, sweetie."
- >Scootaloo returns your smile
- "You're a good girl, Scootaloo."
- >The praise widens her smile
- >With a hand under her chin, you give her a quick peck on the lips
- >You pull away to find her eyes closed and her lips pursed
- >She was thinking it would last longer, heh
- >When she doesn't feel another kiss, she opens her eyes and looks to you quizzically
- "Now, before we get to your treat I'd like to repeat me question from yesterday."
- >Scootaloo looks away from you
- "What do you know about sex?"
- >Scootaloo is silent for a moment
- >"Well, some of the fillies would talk about it at school..."
- >You nod
- >She continues
- >"...but I didn't really learn anything from them..."
- >You grunt softly
- "So what do you know?"
- >Scootaloo looks to you with an expression you can't read
- >"Applebloom told me that Applejack told her that sex is when a stallion puts his penis in a mare's vagina..."
- >You give an affirming grunt and nod
- >"And she said that it was normal to feel all weird and like you want it, but that Applebloom was supposed to wait until she was married."
- >You chuckle a little at that
- >Sounds just like the old AJ
- "Anything else?"
- >Scootaloo looks down
- >"No, Master..."
- >You rub your chin and pretend to think about what she's said
- "Well..."
- >You smile and look back to Scootaloo, who was growing increasingly worried about your reaction
- "I guess I'll have to teach you all there is to know!"
- >Scootaloo seems shocked
- >"Oh, uh, r-really?"
- >Her face is a mix of excitement and apprehension
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