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- >You are Nightmare Moon.
- >Empress of the Equestrian Empire.
- >And you are reading papers.
- >Royal expense reports to be precise.
- >You sit comfortably on your cushion, with a cup of tea steaming beside you.
- >You casually turn the pages, reviewing the various accounts used to fund the Royal Ground’s upkeep.
- >It’s no short list.
- >Normally, you don’t personally review such trivial paperwork at all; you have staff for that.
- >This time however, you aren’t reviewing them for the normal reasons.
- >…
- >…
- "There you are."
- >You look down at the particular line of expenses you’ve seen searching for.
- >The expenditures of the Royal Infirmary.
- >Various herbs, elixirs, and other remedies populate the page.
- >The list is over three pages long, and contains nearly every ingredient known to have a beneficial effect on the equine form.
- >You scan through the materials, and look that their corresponding cost and purchase amounts.
- >Leisurely, you look at the other document you have with you.
- >The infirmary records.
- >This document contains a definite report on every single medical event that occurs in the Royal Infirmary.
- >More importantly, it records every time that an ingredient is used, and in what quantity.
- >You scan over the document, and quickly find all the evidence you need.
- >Or rather, the evidence that he needs.
- >You already knew the truth; this evidence is simply so that he can’t deny his wrongdoings.
- ---------------
- >You take hold of a nearby piece of parchment and quill, and quickly write a brief note requesting a guard, before teleporting it to the guard post inside the castle.
- >Within a few moments, a lone guard pony enters your chambers.
- >Dropping into a deep bow, he speaks in a calculated manner.
- >”You summoned a guard Empress?”
- “You may rise my little pony.”
- >Slowly, he returns to his hooves.
- “We are in need of the Royal Doctor. We fear that we may be coming down with a cold.”
- >Without hesitation, the stallion quickly replies.
- >”Yes your Highness. May I be of any further assistance?”
- >You take a sip of your tea.
- “I’m afraid not. Please hurry though.”
- >He nods and bows yet again, before turning toward the door, and leaving.
- >Just before the door closes, you make a final request.
- >”Please do make sure that he has all of his supplies with him. We wish to be well as soon as possible.”
- >The guard looks over his shoulder and nods yet again, before leaving, the door closing behind him.
- ---------------
- >A few minutes pass in calm.
- >Than two loud knocks echo from your chamber’s doors, before the doctor enters your room.
- >”The guard said that you were ill your highness, so I came here as quickly as I could…”
- >You sit for a few moments sipping your tea, and simply observe the stallion infront of you.
- “I’m afraid you are mistaken my little pony, I’m in perfectly good health.
- >He raises his eyebrow skeptically.
- >”But the guard said-“
- “The guard said that we were ill.”
- >”Yes…”
- “We are afraid that we misinformed him. We have summoned you here for another reason.”
- >You gesture with your head toward the cushion directly across from you.
- “Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss.”
- >Slowly, and perhaps cautiously, he makes his way toward the cushion before sitting down.
- >Silence overtakes the room, and the clearly uncomfortable pony sits in silence.
- >You decide to start the conversation.
- “So my little pony, what is your name?”
- >You continue to look down at your papers, as if disinterested in him.
- >”My name? My name is- um- Dr. Healing Touch your highness.”
- >You continue to turn through the papers, appearing to be busy.
- “Very well Dr. Touch, do you know why I summoned you here today?”
- >He shakes his head softly.
- >”No- no. I’m afraid not your highness.”
- Casually, you pull two pieces of paper from the stack beside you, and place them in front of him.
- “Would you care to explain these, Dr. Touch?”
- ---------------
- >He takes a few moments to look at them.
- >But when he realizes what they are, you notice his entire body language shift.
- >”I- um. I don’t understand what these are for your Highness.”
- “Come now my little pony. Let’s not play games shall we?”
- >You pull the papers back, and look at them yourself.
- “It appears that you have been stealing some very expensive ingredients from the Royal Pharmacy.”
- >Immediately he tries to deny it.
- >”That’s- that’s ridiculous! I wouldn’t steal from the pharmacy!”
- >His cracking voice makes his lies easy to detect.
- “Don’t try to deceive us Touch. We are your Empress, and you would do well to remember that we know the affairs of all of our subjects.”
- >Surprisingly, he continues to deny.
- >”Your highness, please. I did not steal anything! I swear it!”
- >Becoming annoyed with his antics, you offer him one last chance to beg for mercy.
- “Admit your guilt and we shall be… lenient… with our punishment.”
- >...
- >Lenient.
- >The word stings as it leaves your tongue.
- >...
- >Yet, as expected, the foolish stallion continues his denial.
- >”We didn’t steal anything your highness! Please! You must believe us!”
- >You don’t immediately respond, allowing him to marinate in his lies.
- >As time slowly moves by, you watch as his eyes begin to move side to side, in an apparent attempt to avoid meeting your gaze.
- ---------------
- "Very well my little pony."
- >You return the papers to a box laying beside you.
- “We see that you have lost your respect for your Empress.”
- >His eyes immediately grow wide, and he frantically shakes his head.
- >”Empress Plea-!!!”
- >You silence his cries with your magic, forcing his fountain of lies shut.
- >Then slowly, you open yet another box to your left, and remove a glass bottle.
- “We offered you a chance to earn our mercy, and you have declined it.”
- >You gently place the bottle on the ground between you and the stallion; gently, they click as they touch the marble floors.
- “We have proof of your theft.”
- >You smile gently as you see his eyes beginning to water.
- “Did you honestly believe that we would simply summon you here upon suspicion?”
- >You lift the bottle, and spill on contents onto the floor between you.
- >A small number of black berries spill onto the ground, rolling a few inches before coming to a rest.
- “These are Midnight Berries correct?
- >Closing his eyes, he nods gently.
- “Now, the inventory suggest that we have 35 of these currently in our possession; yet I only see 20 here.”
- >You use your magic, and remove his saddlebags, placing them on the ground beside the berries.
- >Swiftly, you remove another small glass bottle from his saddle bag, and pour it’s contents on the ground.
- “And there are only five more berries in your medical kit my little Touch.”
- “So where are the ten missing berries?”
- >You release your magic on his mouth, allowing him to speak.
- ---------------
- >Immediately, he speaks.
- >”Please! Please I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to steal these from you- I mean- I-“
- >Humored by his antics, you question him.
- “You didn’t mean to steal them? Come now my little colt. You don’t /accidentally/ steal 1500 bits worth of ingredients from the Royal Infirmary.”
- >Completely lost for words, he stumbles in his attempt to reply.
- >”I- um I didn’t mean that I accidentally stole them. I- I just wanted to um… to experiment with them at home…”
- >Not mislead by his pathetic lies, you take your turn to speak.
- “Come now colt. We both know why you stole these berries, don’t we?”
- >You lift one up to your eye level, and look at it closely.
- >It’s not dissimilar to a blueberry upon first glance.
- >Yet, as you turn it, you come across it’s signature white dot at the bottom.
- “Midnight Berries. Tell me, what are they used for Touch?”
- >Given a moment to think, he manages to construct an accurate response.
- >”Midnight Berries? They are- um… They are used as a sleeping aid to help ponies with insomnia.”
- >You smile.
- “They can also be used to incapacitate a mare, can’t they?”
- >You make eye contact.
- >He’s eyes grow wide, as he realizes your suggestion.
- >”NO! I didn’t do that! I didn’t use them to- to rape ponies! I’m a doc-”
- >You again, force his mouth shut.
- "You’re filth, nothing more."
- >He shakes his head, desperately trying to deny the truth.
- >You easily pick him up, and levitate his body in the air in front of you, turning him, so that you have a profile view of his pathetic form.
- ---------------
- "We don’t blame you. Look at this pathetic excuse for a stallion.”
- “Your barely more than a glorified colt, and a plump one at that.”
- >You use magic to brush his mane.
- >He tries to turn his head, hiding his embracement.
- “We aren’t surprised that the only way you could get a mare is by drugging them, and using their bodies.”
- >By now, tears are streaming down his face as they escape his closed eyes.
- >His ears lay completely flat against his head.
- “Truly, no mare could ever find you attractive.”
- >You rip out a small portion of his mane, forcing him to squeal like a mare in pain.
- “I can barely stand to look at you myself, so low is your breeding.”
- >You turn your attention back to his medical bag, and retrieve a few more ingredients, as well as a mortar and pestal.
- >You place hold a Midnight Berry above the mortar, and gently, squeeze out exactly two drops, which fall into the mortar.
- >Releasing your magic holding his mouth closed, you ask him a question.
- “Tell me little colt, how many mares have you molested?”
- >At this point, he is clearly too scared to think straight, or even effectively answer your question.
- >”Please… don’t kill me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t hurt me. Please…”
- >Ignoring his pleas, you speak.
- “Your Empress asked you a question did she not? Answer it, or death will be a mercy, not a punishment.”
- >”Please… oh please Empress…. I- seven! Seven mares! I swear that’s all! Please!”
- >…
- >Seven mares.
- >His tally takes you by surprise.
- >You look over his pathetic form again with renewed interest.
- >Seven mares?
- >Surely this… supposedly educated pony would see that he is undesirable.
- >More importantly, surely he should know that his lineage need not continue.
- >Yet he tired to breed seven times?
- >Not a single drop of his seed took, yet he attempted to breed seven mares?
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- “Open your eyes colt.”
- >He hesitates, he sniffles softly.
- >”Please… I’m sorry…”
- >You reach into his saddle bag yet again, and remove a short, slender blade form it’s sealed case.
- >If your recent reading is correct, you believe the medical field refers to them as “scalpels.”
- >Regardless, you gently place it against his neck, allowing the cold hard metal to touch his tender neck.
- “Open your eyes, or we shall open your neck.”
- >Immediately his eyes open, but before he has the opportunity to speak, you interrupt.
- “Good.”
- >You remove the blade from his neck, and hold it at the end of his snout.
- >Almost instantly, his eyes fix upon it.
- “Tell us colt. You attempted to breed with seven of our subjects did you not?”
- >”W-what? I didn’t try to get anyone pregnant… I just…”
- “Don’t lie to us foal. We both know exactly how successful that was last time.”
- >He takes a few, long moments to gather himself.
- >You can hear him crying, struggling to control his breathing.
- >”Please Empress… I didn’t try to… have... foals…”
- >…
- >That sounded different than before.
- >After countless ponies begging for mercy from you, you’ve begun to recognize the sound of a truly hopeless, honest pony.
- >And that was it.
- >But if he wasn’t trying to breed, what was he trying to do?
- >Judging by the records, he is the last of his lineage.
- >No brothers, sisters, or even close cousins to speak of.
- >Intrigued, you decide to question him further.
- “So than colt, if you didn’t seek a foal, what were your intentions?”
- ---------------
- >His reply is surprisingly quick.
- >Perhaps he thinks his cooperation will help.
- >So optimistic these ponies are, even when faced with their Empress.
- “I- I just wanted to have sex! Honest! Please. That’s all…”
- >You forcibly turn his head away from you, causing him to again sequel with a hint of pain.
- >This is… confusing.
- >He simply wanted to have sex?
- >Yet he had to drug mares to do it?
- >You’ve seen the reports from your guards.
- >Canterlot has no shortage of whorses.
- >You’ve even employed some yourself to infiltrate rebel groups.
- >Why didn’t he just use them?
- >Why didn’t he just use his hoof?
- >You release his head.
- “You wanted... pleasure?”
- >He nods slowly.
- >”Ye-yeah…”
- “So than why not seek the comfort of a whorse? Are the stables too expensive for your Royal Commission to afford?”
- >He shakes his head.
- >”No… that’s not it. I just…”
- “‘I just’ what? Tell us colt.”
- >He takes pause, tears now falling from his snout onto the floor.
- >”You- I- I don’t know…”
- >Unconvinced by his protest, you continue your question.
- “You do know colt. Tell us.”
- >”Don’t make me say it… please…”
- >You smile gently.
- “We will not force you to say anything colt. You simply have the option of telling us…”
- >You raise the blade to his eye level again.
- “Or death…”
- ---------------
- >Finally, he speaks.
- >”Ok… just… We… We wanted attractive mares…”
- >Lies.
- “Attractive? We can assure you that Canterlot’s whorses satisfy many stallions’ well enough.”
- >He shakes his head.
- >”That’s not it. Stable whorses aren’t… innocent. They’re too experienced.”
- >”We like… innocent mares. The “good mares…”
- >”It makes us feel… important…”
- >…
- >In some surprising way, it makes sense.
- >He wants to feel power.
- >Dominance.
- >…
- “So what you are saying, my little colt, is that you like… mares of… noble bloodlines.”
- >He slightly raises his brow, as if unsure of what you said.
- >”Um… I think…”
- >Pathetic.
- >Even with his comfortable place in society, he still tried to cheat his way into the ranks of lesser nobility.
- >Why don’t these ponies know there place?
- >Had your sister truly corrupted society to this extent?
- ---------------
- >She had.
- >It’s clear that you must teach this colt of his true place in society.
- >Your gaze returns to the mortar, and the two drops of Midnight Berry it contains.
- “Tell us foal, are you a noble?”
- >He shakes his head.
- >”No. No I’m not.”
- >As you speak, you reach into his saddle bags, and remove nine small vials of various ingredients.
- >Without him noticing, you remove a small sample from each, place them into the mortar, and begin grinding them together.
- “And were your ancestors nobles?”
- >He shakes his head yet again.
- >”No your highness. My parents were librarians.”
- “So then colt, tell us, why do you think yourself worthy of pleasuring a noble?”
- >His head drops.
- >”I- I know what I did was wrong. I’m sorry, but if you let me, maybe I can fix this…”
- “No. You’ve soiled the wombs of seven noble mares. Now they are useless; you cannot simply fix that.”
- >”Useless? What do you-“
- “And we suppose that if given the opportunity, you would not hesitate to spoil your Empress?”
- >His eyes grow wide.
- >”No! No! I-I wouldn’t do that! I-“
- “Silence foal. We shall teach you the true order of dominance.”
- “You shall learn your place at the hooves of your betters.”
- ---------------
- >You look back at the mortar, and see the finely grinned powder that it now contains.
- >You reach into the doctor’s bags, and retrieve a vial of water, before pouring it into the mortar.
- >With a few quick stirs, the powder mixes into the drink with ease.
- >Looking back up to the colt, you notice his fear.
- >He is shaking softly, his eyes forced close.
- >You raise the potion to his lips, and allow the mortar to touch his chin, causing him to flinch back.
- “Open your mouth stallion. Drink.”
- >He turns to you in fear.
- >”What- what is that? Is it poison?? Please… I’m so sorry… please don’t kill me… plea-“
- “DRINK! We have had enough of your insolence!”
- >Resigned to his fate, the colt opens his mouth, and places his lips onto the mortar.
- >You slowly tilt it toward, releasing its contents into the stallion’s mouth.
- >In a few moments, he finishes drinking, and you slowly place the cup onto the ground.
- >…
- >Now, you watch.
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- >The aphrodisiac takes effect almost immediately.
- >The stallion begins to shift.
- “Do you feel that colt?”
- >He lowers his head, as if concentrating on something.
- >”What- what was that?”
- >You chuckle.
- “It was simply water my colt.”
- >You watch as his stallionhood begins to slowly extend from his sheath.
- >A few, suppressed grunts escape his mouth.
- >"That- umm- that wasn’t water…”
- “Are you questioning our word colt?”
- >He diverts his gaze, a mixture of anger, confusion, and pleasure plastered onto his face.
- >Gently, you use your magic to rub his testicles, causing a few more moans to escape.
- “Just relax… This feels good, does it not?”
- >He nods his head.
- >You chuckle.
- “Such a simple creature you are. Years of medical education, yet you crumble after the least bit of stimulation…”
- >At this point, you aren’t even particularly sure if he can hear you.
- >His gaze looks distant; his senses are completely overwhelmed.
- >In no particular rush to end his apparent pleasure, you continue to fondle him for a minutes.
- >...
- >...
- >...
- >By now, his stallionhood is hanging from his underside fully erect.
- >You can practically see the blood pulsing through his veins.
- “You see? Even being in the mere presence of Royalty sends you into uncontrollable lust.”
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- >”umm…”
- “You want us don’t you? You want to rut your Empress like a one of those innocent mares you abused, don’t you?”
- >You move your magical grasp from his testis to his girth, and slowly, meticulously, caress it.
- >Almost immediately, he tries to thrust himself into your magical grasp, desperate to deposit his seed into a mare that doesn’t exist.
- >After generously granting him a few thrust, you hold his hips still, denying him any further pleasure.
- >”N-no… please…. more…”
- >You audibly laugh.
- >Surprisingly, this only causes his ears to perk up.
- >…
- >At least he’s listening.
- >…
- >You move his body closer to your own, holding him only a foot or two from you.
- “Yes... you desire your Empress don’t you? You crave our touch, our scent…”
- >You pull him even closer, positioning his ear next to your mouth.
- “Our sex…”
- >”Ummm…. please….”
- >You can feel him trying to move his hips from your restraints, but you easily deny him.
- >You move him back a few feet, bringing his full body into view.
- >His hind muscles are visibly straining, but to no avail.
- >Looking into his eyes, you can’t help but giggle.
- “You truly thought we would pleasure with our body didn’t you?”
- >He groans some inaudible phrase.
- >You pull his mane.
- “Didn’t you?”
- >Realizing you expect an answer, he tries to reply.
- >”We…n-mmmm- ye- nooo! we-mmmm didn’t…”
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- >You truly can’t help but find the sight in front of you humorous.
- >So lost in his lust, he can barely form a coherent sentence.
- “We know you are thinking about us right now, there is no need tUo deny that truth."
- >You gently stroke his length again, and again, he tries to thrust.
- “Tell us, what part of your Empress are you fantasizing about?"
- “Is it our mane?”
- >He groans.
- “Do you imagine nuzzling it as you mount us? Or having it fall onto your shoulders as we impale ourself on top of your firm, muscular body?”
- >You continue to stroke him.
- “Is it our flanks? How they would provide support for your weight, and a firm anchor for your conquest of our body?"
- >By now, he is letting out soft, almost feminine squeals.
- "Is it our voice? How you would make us scream your name, echoing it off of the walls of our chambers?”
- “Or perhaps it is our coat. Soaking it in your sweat before painting it with your pure, white seed.”
- >You change your stroking, and touch only the tip of his length.
- >”yes…”
- >You smile.
- >You didn’t actually think he would admit to his primal lust.
- “Is it our mouth? Having our tongue gently massage your pride, and hungrily drowning your precious gift?”
- >You change your grasp to accurately match your words.
- “Or is it our sex, and having the body of your Empress desperately trying to claim your essence?”
- >You stop stroking his length by the tip, and in one smooth motion, envelope his entire length.
- >His grunts and groans seemingly peak.
- “You would be our consort, our object of lust…”
- “You would sire the Royal Heir.”
- “And we would be your humble, obedient, broodmare…"
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- >You release his hips, and watch as he desperately thrust into your grip.
- >Louder than ever before, his increasingly stressed, primal grunts fill the air.
- >Like livestock.
- >Then one minute passes.
- >Then two.
- >Then three.
- >Then five.
- >You can see the sweat beginning to drip from his shoulders, and his eyes squinting harder than before.
- >The veins on his length look as if they are about to burst.
- >...
- >You sip your tea.
- >…
- >Then, finally, he speaks.
- >”Why… ummm… why can’t I….”
- >Like answering a foal, you reply.
- “Why can’t you have release?”
- >He nods with almost impossible vigor.
- >You chuckle.
- “We told you before colt, you aren’t /worthy/ of pleasuring a noble.”
- “And you most certainly aren’t worthy of pleasuring your Empress.”
- >In denial, he continues thrusting.
- >”No… please… we need…mmm.. need this….”
- >Deciding to play with him more, you quickly mix another dose of the potion, before lifting the mortar to his mouth yet again.
- >Without a moment of hesitation he quickly drinks the elixir, even licking the empty cup, desperate for even a single drop more of the liquid pleasure.
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- “Tell us colt, how badly do you want release?”
- >His frustration peaking, he continues his maddening thrust.
- >”Anything!…. errr... um… please….”
- >You realize your magical grip on him, causing him to drop to the floor with a thump.
- >You watch as his eyes realize that he is no longer being stimulated, before, just as quickly, his hoof races to his groin.
- >He strokes himself furiously, desperately trying get the release you know he will not find.
- “And want could you possibly offer your Empress in exchange?”
- >Panic is added to the mixture of emotions on his face.
- >He doesn’t have anything to offer you.
- >You know it.
- >He knows it.
- >”I… please…. I need this…”
- “So you have nothing to offer us, do you?"
- >In lustful defeat, he nods.
- >To get his attention, you remove restrain his hoof from his length, leaving it unattended.
- >He begins to pant.
- “You see colt, you have nothing to offer those above you.”
- >You lift his chin, making him face you.
- “Yet you broke the social order for your own selfish, foolish wants and desires.”
- >Tears are streaming down his eyes.
- >All you can hear is him muttering the word “please.”
- >Casually, you reach into his saddle bag, and retrieve another set of ingredients.
- >You mix them together in the mortar, and add another vial of water, creating another potion.
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- >You place the mortar down in front of him, and beside your left fore hoof.
- >As soon as he sees it, he tries to crawl forward.
- >You stop him, and force eye contact yet again.
- “Have you learned your lesson colt?”
- >He nods weakly.
- “And what was that lesson?"
- >He a moment to focus his thoughts before speaking.
- >”That we… we aren’t worthy of nobility… worthy of you…"
- >You smile.
- “Very good colt. Then we shall forgive your offenses, and allow you release.”
- >He closes his eyes, and swipers “thank you,” over and over.
- “Kiss our hoof.”
- >He looks up, confusion in his eye.
- >”Wha-“
- “Kiss our hoof. Show us that you know your place colt.”
- >His mind realizes you are in no mood to negotiate, and his groin tells him he still hasn’t climaxed.
- >So slowly, he crawls forward.
- >It’s almost dramatically slow.
- >Like you are witnessing him learn his place.
- >It takes a small eternity before he nears your hoof.
- >And then, his lips make silent contact.
- >You watch as his body shutters; his muscle contracting uncontrollably in ecstasy.
- >…
- >You sip your tea.
- >…
- >By the time you return the cup to it’s saucer, his lips have slipped from your hoof guard, and his body lies limp on the ground.
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- >You let a few minutes pass, as the pony gathers himself.
- >You lift the mortar from beside your hoof, and place it at his lips.
- ”Drink.”
- >Absentmindedly, he places his hooves onto the mortar, and tilts it back, drinking the contents.
- >You smile.
- >”Thank you Empress.”
- >You smile.
- “You see my little pony, even the simple touch of your Empress is enough to send you into euphoria.”
- >He doesn’t respond.
- “It’s of no matter though, with your newly found impotence, you won’t be able to soil any mares ever again.”
- >His eyes shoot open.
- >”W-what….”
- >You chuckle.
- “Oh… didn’t you know? What did you think that last drink was? Water?”
- “No my little colt, it prevents you from ever finding pleasure, and prevents your filthy stallionhood from unsheathing.
- >His voice reeks of disbelief.
- >”But… but why…"
- “Because you can’t be trusted my little colt. Just because we forgave you, doesn't mean we trust you.”
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- >”You... Gelded me..."
- >You shake your head.
- "No colt, we did not. You will still have all of your normal urges and desires; simply no release."
- >His voice beings to sound stressed.
- >But if I can't become erect, how am I supposed to... you know..."
- >You smile.
- "You are a Doctor; we are sure that you are aware of... alternative methods of pleasure..."
- >"You- you don't mean-"
- "We made no suggestions colt. You may deal with your situation however you like."
- >He sits silently for a few seconds.
- >"I... I think I might geld myself.
- >You raise an eyebrow, faking suprise.
- "Oh? And why would you do that? "There is an antidote after all..."
- >His ears perk up.
- >"An antidote?!"
- "Yes my colt, and antidote; and we shall provide it to you if you prove yourself worthy."
- >"Worthy? What do you mean worthy?"
- "You've displayed clear disrespect to your betters, and we feel this may help... end that habit."
- >You glance at the clock.
- “We are done here, you may leave now, we have a meeting to attend.”
- >”Bu-“
- “‘But’ what colt? Do you want to add more time to your sentence of impotence?”
- >He looks at you in confusion, before realizing your implication.
- >”No! No your Highness, we are sorry we just..."
- >His voice lowers.
- >"Please, let us gather our things, and we will be gone.”
- >You watch, as he gathers his supplies, and tosses them into his saddle bag, before placing the bag onto his back.
- >”Is there anything else you need Empress?”
- >You shake your head.
- “We are afraid not Dr. Touch, but we shall bill you 3000 for the stolen goods.”
- >He drops into a deep bow, and kisses your hoof guard yet again.
- >”Very well your Highness, thank you.”
- >You smile as he leaves.
- >Just as the door closes, you interrupt his exit.
- "Oh, and Dr. Touch?"
- >He turns around.
- >"Yes Empress?"
- "We shall be arranging your permenant residence in the barracks until your current problem is resolved."
- >His face drains.
- >"The- the barracks? But I'm not a guard!"
- >You lower your tone.
- "Is there a problem Dr. Touch? Are you questioning your Empress' decision?"
- >His head lowers.
- >"N-no Empress... we understand, and are.. thankful..."
- "very well, you may leave then"
- >The door clicks closed behind him.
- >…
- >You sip your tea.
- >…
- >Perhaps he will earn his stallionhood back.
- >Perhaps not.
- >Either way, he will be a good sport about it.
- >He has no other option.
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