(Clop) Rarity the Slave (Part 4)

>You take a brisk walk around the country-side one day
>Glad to just be alive
>And a slave owner
>You're actually starting to like having these ponies do all the manual labor for you
>You feel like you're mind has been free to do whatever
>You're still going to need to find some way to pay for all your expenses eventually
>You can't think of anything yet, but you will.
>Well, you hope
>As you run, you suddenly get your pant caught on a low-hanging branch
>RIPPPPP
>Are you fucking me right now?
>You'll need to get that repaired
>You only know one pony that can fix human clothing
>Time to give the White Pony a visit.

>You and Pinkie Pie go down to Rarity's place.
>You are going in for a simple sew job, as well as to pick up your new orders.
>You enter
"Comminnnnngggg!"
>Rarity comes in
"Hello, welcome to Carousel Boutique." She says, then notices you.
"Oh, hi Anon. Come for those new orders?"
>You nod
>She leads you over to the back
>You pick up your suits
>You realize they are nice, but a bit too flashy
>And too girly
>And too fucking ridiculous
"Uhhmmm... Rarity..."
>She looks at you
"I'm sorry, but these look terrible."
>She frowns
"Sorry dear, I just must not know how to design for humans. If this happens again, I swear..."
>You shrug
>Rarity remembers something
"Oh, Anon, could you do something for me?"
>You nod
"Sure, Rarity."
"Fabulous dear, because tomorrow I'm going to need models for a very important client. I'd like you to show off some of my human line, it would give this client some 'inspiration' I'm sure."
>You nod and smile
"Sure Rarity."
>You return home, and think about tomorrow.

>You spend the day getting ready
>Apparently, you learn that Fluttershy knew how to sew all along
>That's useful information for later, but for now you need to get ready
>Twilight gives you some advice
>Fluttershy gives you support (ahh!)
>Pinkie Pie does nothing
>Ok cool

>Later you're at Rarity's place
>Preparing for show
>You put on some clothing she made
>Holy shit super bright colors like the 80's
>My anger
>You put on like 5 layers of clothing
>Alright you're now ready for this.

>Music starts
>Rarity waves you out
>Realize you've never modeled before
>You take some of Twilight's advice as you walk out

>God this is uncomfortable
>and really awkward
>Anyway, some weird pony watches you as you walk around
>You strip off a layer of clothing to show off the one under it
>Ok ok everything good so far
>The pony looking at you doesn't look very impressed
>Well shit
>Strip off another layer
>Suddenly a fucking light serves
>Sweetie Bell was in control of light
>It focuses on you, light bounces everywhere
>Pony that is watching looks mad or something

>Jesus this is bad
>Lights everywhere
>Guy is distracted
>He tries to get up
>Accidentally falls down
"Ouch!"
>Oops
>You move off the stage to help the guy up
>He flails arms
>Why

>You try to help this guy
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU HUMAN FREAK"
>Ouch
>You forgot that not everyone is used to your weird hairless guerrilla ass hanging around
>your jimmies are rustled
>You let the guy stagger off to his own devices
>He's screaming and yelling
"You'll never sell another outfit! Do you hear me! I didn't come here for a freak show! You'll be the laughing stock of fashion!"
>You feel bad
>Rarity looks really sad
>You hope it's not true

>You take off all these ridiculous outfits
>You thank Rarity, and apologize for messing things up
"It wasn't your fault, dear."
>I'd hope not

>After a few days, you begin to hear some bad news from Rarity
>She's saying that she is losing almost all business
>How the hell
>You ask her how; the p0nyville regulars couldn't take that guy that seriously
>She says that they are and she's going out of business.
>You wonder what to do about this.

>Next week rolls by
>Hear a knock at the door
>Holy fuck knocks at the door so original
>Fluttershy gets it
>She says it's for you
>You get up
>all of your rage when you see what's there
>You see Rarity being lead by a leash to a wealthy looking p0ny
>He's a landlord
>He's offering to sell Rarity to you for cheap
>She's crying pretty hard

>You see her there
>You accept

>Damn Rarity was way more expensive then Fluttershy, over 300 bits
>Fuck, your money is just melting away.
>Rarity is still upset and crying
>You can't handle this stress, you go upstairs and let your slaves deal with her
>You'll hope she'll turn around tomorrow.

SLAVE-MASTER ANON IN EQUESTRIA (YES REALLY)
PART 11 OR WHATEVER

>Awake one glorious morning
>Wait it's not glorious; it's still pretty dark outside
>This is earlier then your pampered ass usually gets up
>Feel both a nasty taste in the back of your throat, and a bad cramp in your back
>Try to sit up
>toofastfuckfuck
>You can hardly even think straight, the pain is so bad.
>You manage to fumble out of bed, fumble on some clothes, and claw at the door until it opens for you.
>You walk down the stairs, calling for your servants
>They aren't answering
>What is going on here...
>You feel absolutely terrible
>Coming downstairs, you call out again and search, but nothing is to be found
>No ponies anywhere
>You search in Fluttershy's room; she's not there
>So you leave and go to the other buildings in the compound
>Rarity is still asleep in her room from last night when she became your slave, you leave her be
>Pinkie Pie and Twilight are gone however!
>In Twilight's room you notice something
>a book seems a little out of place
>it's also green
>It's called "Supernaturals"
>you notice a book-mark stuck in it
>you open to that page
>the page it titled "The Peace Plant"
>wat
>You half expect it to be a picture of a marijuana plant, just to be dumb
>It's a weird blue and yellow flower
>Read the effects and uses
"This flower lowers heart rate and blood pressure, and lowers the patients' natural response to angering stimulus. In high doses, it actually can increase pleasurable stimulus."
>oh god what
>oh no, you can't be serious
"It also lowers the patients' ability to criticize others, and lowers feelings of aggression. It can also make the patient less demanding and more passive in all types of relationships."
>You cannot be serious
>No more fucking around
>You run out of the house, and run to the kitchen
>Open a few cupboards
>Rip things out of the cupboards, don't even care if glass crashes on the floor
>You find a small jar
>with a few flowers in it

>No.

>You cannot believe what is happening
>Or at least, what you believe is happening
>You feel your chest again, your stress is really hurting your heart
>or maybe, it's the flower
>you limp out to the back porch
>you see them
>Pinkie, Twilight, and Flutters all walking in silence towards the house.
>Flutters and Pinkie are carrying baskets full of the flowers
>Twilight has a paper out in front of her and is writing things off with a floating quill
>She starts to talk to the other two, you manage to hear it
"...We have enough flowers for three more weeks for his dosage. Good work girls, it's difficult to find times to sneak out for this stuff..."
>You suddenly feel enraged
>You cannot contain this anger
>your jimmies are so fucking rustled right now
>You step out of your hiding place, and the three of them look up at you with absolute surprise, and then terror.

>You are now standing over these fuckers
>These FUCKERS
>Your fist curls
>Step forward
>They step back
>They bolt
>Fucking horses

>Pinkie, Twilight, and Fluttershy all scatter and run.
>You try to chase them, but your breaths soon feel heavy
>You can't keep up
>You're weak

>You slow down and stop
>You know what's been going on here
>They've been making you passive and weak
>You feel so pathetic
>Too much food, too much sex, not enough work
>Things are going to change around here
>You walk back to the house, with purpose renewed

>You return to the house
>Rarity is awake and is wandering around
>She looks at you quizzically and yawns
"Oh, hello Anon. Where is breakfast."
>You're still fucking pissed off, and he attitude isn't helping
>She wasn't a part of it though, at least not that you know of
>You also realize she's not wearing her collar
"Go. Put. Your. Collar. On."
>She looks a bit surprised and then mad, but bows her head and trots off.
>You begin to plan a scenario in your head.

>You pace your room, thinking hard.
>You know they cannot and won't run away. They are not free ponies. They cannot hold a job or really do anything without your permission.
>The question is, when are they coming back?
>You soon get the answer

>You walk downstairs and see them coming inside
>You walk down, and past them
>They shrink from you, but you ignore them
>You look around for the flowers, but see they were left outside from when they ran off
>You collect them, then come back in
>You take the flowers and burn them all in the fireplace
>The ponies look on
>You finally turn to them and look at them sternly
"Never again. Nothing like this. Never again."
>They stare on
>You sit down in a chair, and look thoughtful
"So, ladies, care to explain?"
>They look at each other, Rarity just looks confused
"Anon, we-"
>You glance
"I mean; Master, we were just trying to-"
"To help me?" You respond back, your voice elevated. "To take away my free will? Even as I may physically retrain you, I cannot take away your minds, and I do not intend to do so.
>They look on
"I have a punishment for you. All of you. Except Rarity."
>They look at each other, worried
"Rarity is the only one going to town until I say otherwise. All your freedoms are restricted. Everything you have is from me, and I can take it away."
>They don't look very happy
>You grin.

>You should probably punish them harder for such a gross act of insolence, but you don't
>Maybe it's the last bit of the Peace Plant wearing off
>Regardless, you begin to work out
>You spend much of your time running, doing push ups, the like
>You feel yourself start to thin out and get stronger shortly after
>Having everything done for you is not good for your health

>Rarity begins to settle in with the rest of the girls
>You begin to feel the need for release again, but this time you manage instead of using one of your slaves
>You begin to feel the testosterone build up from lack of sex, and it feels good
>You are also starting to run a tighter shift around your home
>Your exercise lets you clear your mind and think
>You gained a new idea
>You reflect upon it and perfect it; and soon you'll put it into action.

>As you finish your daily exercises, you return home
>Thankfully, everything has calmed down
>But, nothing is cheery and bright anymore
>Much more formal, more reserved.
>For the price of control, this may be necessary.
>You approach Twilight.
"Twilight, I need to talk to you in private."
>She raises an eyebrow, but follows you
>You both go into the den
>You sit, and invite her to sit.
>She does
"Twilight, I have an idea. I want to renovate this place. With some investments, I would very much like to make this place a business to create a profit and support all of us here."
>She blinks
"...Well?"
"Oh, right." you say. "I should probably say what it is. I wanted to turn this place into... a resort."

>You go over the plans with Twilight
>The idea works out pretty well
>Fluttershy is a groundskeeper
>Pinkie is a cook, Rarity a maid
>And Twilight is a manager.
>The only thing you're missing is a strong back to help with the gardens and fields
>You'll just have to make due
>You're also missing a messenger to spread the word and guide people around the complex
>Oh well.

>Construction begins soon
>You have to take out some heavy loans, but with your slaves you can actually have each of them take out some money for each of them
>After amassing the fortune, you begin to construct new facilities
>You build a large lodge for the guests, and a few suites for richer guests, keeping the servant quarters and expanding them to include two new rooms.
>Who knows.

>Soon, first guest arrives
>To Rarity's great pleasure, it is another famous fashion pony from Canterlot.
>She gets fashion updates from Ponyville, she is allowed to got to town
>The others are still forbidden, you still haven't had closure with the plant incident
>In fact: You think you're almost having withdrawls
>You feel like shit, feel sad and lonely and depressed
>Though it may not be the plants doing.

>After a few weeks, many more guests arrive
>The workload is getting very tough, but you're handling it.
>Money starts pouring in
>Your debts are melting away
>Feels good

>but you feel bad
>You cried yourself to sleep one night
>You're so sad and you don't know why
>The next night: you can't sleep
>You need company

>You cannot stand being alone in bed
>You feel cold
>You call the only pony at the facility you trust
>Rarity

>She comes up to your room, and walks over to the bed
"Are you alright darling... Master, I mean."
>You just sit there
>She crawls into bed with you
>she just lays next to you
>You move to the side and begin to spoon with her
>You're the big spoon, of course.

>A few silent minutes go by
>Rarity starts to shift, moves under the covers
>What is she doing
>You reach your hand down and touch her face
"...Master?"
"What are you doing, Rarity."
"I assumed that you called me here to fulfill my duties as.. as a lady."
>You think for a moment
>You are apprehensive
>You sigh
"Ok. Ok Rarity..."
>She keeps moving down
>She finds your underwear

>Rarity begins to remove your underwear
>You don't really feel into this
>She hoofs your junk
>You slowly get a boner, but you're mind is just blank
>She gets you a little hard, and then places your member in her mouth
>You'll allow this
>She sucks you off
>You climax in her mouth
>Even though you're pent up, you feel almost nothing
>You feel almost no pleasure, it was a failure of an orgasm
>she swallows, then crawls back up to you
>She smiles at you and curls up next to you again
>You slowly fall asleep, with emptiness inside.

>You wake up the next morning and get up
>Business calls
>You see to the guests, introducing yourself
>Your clients are getting more famous by the day
>You realize that the Ponyville economy is booming with all the tourism
>Fluttershy did well with the gardens, though it's not quite perfect
>It's not her special talent, after all.

>Everything is going swimmingly as of now
>You have a appointment with Cheerilee today, gotta go teach at the school
>You arrive, and great the fillies
>No awkward questions this time
>You also notice the school looks bigger and has better equipment
>You even see some basic science equipment on a table in the corner
"Hey, Cheerilee, where did you get that chemistry set? Looks expensive."
>She smiles at you and then whispers
"That resort you made? The tourists have been flooding into town and the Mayor is starting to get so much money she doens't know what to do with it! She sent some to the school and I used it to further our equipment."
"Good investment, Cheerilee."
>She smiles
>You are going to teach the class some more today, but they are also working with the chemistry sets
>You're a little worried; what with young children with dangerous chemicals and all
>But you're sure it will be all right... right?

>Experiments begin
>Crazy ass chemicals everywhere
>Oh god oh god
>Cheerilee seems to be keeping control
>You start to calm down a little, and walk around to observe the students

Meanwhile...
>Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo are lab partners
>Go figure
"Girls, shouldn't we do what Miss Cheerilee told us to do?"
"But what if we find out experimenting with the chemicals is our special talent?!"
"Well.. A'wrighty then."
>They look at each other, and all three put their hooves on a beaker full of some chemical
"Cutie Mark Crusaders Chemists!" They whisper in unison as they pour the liquid in the beaker
>It begins to bubble
"See, ah' told you girls, it would work!"
>It bubbles more
>Yellowish smoke starts to fume out
"Uh oh."

>You're walking down the rows when suddenly, yellow smoke in your face
>You accidently breath in in shock
>OH JESUS
>COUGH WHEEZE HACK WHEEZE COUGH
>FUCK
>EVACUATE!

>You get outside the school, hacking and wheezing
>Cheerilee and the fillies were too short to breath in the smoke
>You on the other hand, were not
>You can hardly breath
>You try to inhale with all your might
>You collapse
"Mr.Anon!" is the last thing you hear before blacking out.

>You awake in Ponyville Hospital
>You clear your head
>You have to think for a little while
>You call out to your slaves
>Nobody
>Oh god, what happened?
>You just sit there, waiting.
>Soon though, the nurse comes in
"Mr.Anon, you have quests."
"Send them in."
>You're surprised at how weak your voice is
>Soon trots in Twilight Sparkle, and the three younger members of the Apple family
>Oh Uh.

END OF PART 4