A Princess' Monster: Part 3

~A Princess' Monster~
[Part III]
|Reward|
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>Icy cold waters snatch you from your sleep, dragging you into the waking world without any mercy.
>You gasp, an act that feels like you've just taken your first breath. Your vision is blurry and you can't quite make out the moving mass in front of you. But it is white.
"Bloody hell woman. Is this really necessary?" you say harshly.
>The sound of your own voice is like sandpaper grinding against wood.
>As your vision clears you become able to make out the room around you. Ancient cobblestone walls that stack high above your head and hard cold floors beneath you. No windows or any hope of sunshine.
>Your wrists are aching and also above your head. You look up to see you are hanging by a chain. And you are also naked.
>Celestia's presence also stirs you further into wakeness. It is powerful, drawing sleep out of you like a vampire.
>"Rise and shine Monster."
>Her voice is an angel's laugh. Yet carrying the tone of devils.
"Why am I been tied up? Explain yourself!" you try and sound threatening. But all you can manage to do is cough up the words.
>"I am Princess; I may do as I please. And presently it pleased me to string you up in chains. It's a fitting look for you, bound and helpless like a wild beast."
>She moves closer now, very close. Her breath carries the scent of honey and dreams. Her soft azure eyes stare into your own and you feel your heart flutter.
>Celestia gently runs a cold gold-plated hoof down your bare chest, evoking shivers through your suspended frame.
>"I must commend you on your work last night. Real horror show. But did you really have to take the life of her son?"
>You roll your head, trying to remember all recent events.
"It was out of my control. He saw me and attacked. It was self defense, you understand."
>"He saw you?" she says condescendingly. "And here I thought you were professional."
>She sighs, her warm breath heating your chest.

"It was an error in judgement. I treated it as a game and took my time with her, I was careless."
>You make no excuse, there'd be no point in doing so. At the end of the day it was still mission accomplished.
>But you can see Celestia is still unsatisfied. For a moment she pouts, poking out her bottom lip like some sort of child. Then she relaxes and smiles.
>"Regardless, you did well. You've eradicated this thorn in my side, the first of many." she says pleasantly.
>Then she leaned into your ear, her soft fur brushing against your neck and her body heat nearly evaporating the water cascading down your body.
>"You've pleased me greatly, my monster." she whispers gently.
>Her voice takes the sweetness of sugar and intoxicating lure of wine and combines the two. It makes your heart jump for joy though you'd never admit that to her.
>She doesn't move. Celestia remains in your ear, drawing slight breaths that seem to steal the air from the room.
>"As a reward, I shall bestow upon you the company of a particular mare." she coos.
>Celestia backs away, her eyes half-lidded and lips parted in an incredibly alluring grin.
>"A gift from your master! Oh no doubt you must be excited~! Go on then, show your excitement."
>You're confused to say the least. Not to mention her constant insistence that you were some sort of pet agitated you. Yet here you are, tied up like some beast. There is a fine distinction between a monster and a beast; such treatment of a proud monster is disgusting and deplorable. You deserve better damn it!
>Before you can even protest you feel your heart catch fire. A fire that quickly spreads all throughout your body and binds your being to the very core of the erupting sun!
>You look down, seeing the black sun branded onto you shining brighter than fire. Then it stops, returning your breath and sense of mind. You hang your head and dangle from your arms like a prisoner.
>"Let's try that again. Show your excitement."

>Oh this mare as evil. Rotten to the core! On Earth or Equestria there is no greater villainy than her!
>Before you know it she is circling you like some sort of hungry shark. You hardly notice it, but you're sure you saw her flash a crooked lopsided smile.
>"Go on then Monster. Show your excitement for your master's gift." she says, coming up behind you to nibble at your ear. "It will amuse me."
>You crane your neck to the side in order to look behind you. Your mad eyes are dim in the dark stone room you two occupy. But no doubt she sees the venomous fire in them.
>She returns your gaze with her own infernal stare. She's having fun with this, so much fun that she'd be loathed to stop now. She's almost hoping you'll resist more.
>But you reject her the fun she wants and start to play along. You want this over as soon as possible. And well, you were also somewhat excited about this 'gift'.
>"Well?" she asks expectantly.
>You manage to choke out a few words.
"I am very excited for the gift you have brought for me. With each second I grow more and more curious."
>Your spitefulness seems to have the opposite effect on her. She's now happily striding around you to look you in the face once again, that damned smile never leaving her face.
>"That's more like it."
>Celestia's horn begins to brighten the room, revealing more of it. Terrible torture devices are scattered across the dark cell, each carrying stories as old and horrid as yourself.
>"You're going to love it. Though I'm not sure you really deserve it."
>Your attention is drawn behind her, to a table placed along the wall. There was a pony strapped in leather bindings that held them neatly in place. As the light of Celestia's horn increased you could see that it was a mare. Shivers immediately run up your naked body and you begin to subconsciously salivate the moment you realized who it was.
>It was Ms. Bonnet; Lady Penelope's hoofmaid.

"How did you know?"
>Your voice leaves you like a mudslide, ugly and thick.
>Celestia only hums as she begins to unchain your wrists. You fall to the floor, weak kneed and unsure if you can stand.
>The sun princess towers above you, as she did when you first met. From the floor she looks to be giant. Exaggerated by the world around her.
>She kneels down to you, placing a hoof on your curved back. It's comforting, like being held in the arms of a mother.
>"Come."
>That's all she says as you feel a force move you to your feet. You're not sure if it's your own will or hers that compels you to move, but you do so without hesitation. She leads you over to the table where Ms. Bonnet lay bound and asleep. Your heart leaps for joy in your chest, wanting to implode on itself from sheer excitement.
>You hunch over the table, taking in the sight completely. The mare before you is very beautiful, even more so than she was last night. Her sleeping form was a painting of the planar beings. Slightly curled lips that bloomed bright red like roses. Gently lidded eyes that shield her sight from the waking world. Long thick shimmering mane that seems to wrap her in a soft blanket of obsidian. Her coat a faded brown, each strand of hair a delicate blade of grass that mimics a pasture in the wind.
>You feel the arm intoxicating breath of Celestia down your neck and you nearly collapse. Your breathing becomes ragged and you struggle to form coherent thoughts. Great alabaster wings wrap around your form and she rubs up against you, lowering her head on top of yours.
>"She is very beautiful, yes? A living example that gods trifle with mortals. She is my gift to you, my monster. Go ahead, enjoy yourself."
>Celestia's right wing motions to an assortment of tools on the side of the table. Each a doctor's instrument used for surgery and autopsy.
>You could get used to these kind of gifts. It's almost as if you were beginning to be won over by this mad princess.

>You instantly reach for the scalpel, a fine rounded blade that can elegantly get the job done. Oh but you want to take your time. This is a very rare opportunity after all. You will milk this for all its worth.
>Ms. Bonnet's bare chest is presented to you, slowly rising up and down rhythmically. So peaceful and gentle, like a pleasant morning in the summer home.
>You once again feel Celestia. She's so warm, burning even. It's enough to make you sweat, you can practically feel the smile she's wearing on her face.
>"Go on then." she coos into your ear.
>For a moment there is only the sound of your ragged breath, but that soon calms to a slow calculated inhale. It mixes with the helpless mare's own breath and in that moment you become one.
>You carefully apply slight pressure on the scalpel and the skin beneath the fur hastily parts. So do Ms. Bonnet's eyelids. Her eyes dart open, suddenly feeling the sharp pain of being cut open. Her back arches and she begins to cry out. It takes awhile for her to completely regain her vision but when she does she sees only you and the towering demon behind you.
>"W-what is this! Where am I!?"
>You don't respond, neither does Celestia. In your mind there is only ecstasy, a release of powerful romantic urges that rapture your body into heaven.
>You cut deeper, allotting a terror filled scream that cries into the darkness of wherever you are. She squirms under you, struggling against her bindings, trying with all her might to escape. But she does not and she cannot. She is completely and utterly helpless.
>She struggles through the pain of being slowly cut open. You slide the scalpel downward, leaving her chest and cutting through her soft skin until stopping below her stomach.
>Neon red blood seeps out of the gash that divides her. You pull the scalpel away and inspect the wound. Your amazed by how easy it was and how you felt little resistance.
"Amazing!"

>Celestia chuckles behind you, leaning in closer.
>"Her eyes are very beautiful. It would be a shame to let them be buried along with her. Why not take one?"
>You shiver and no doubt she feels it. Celestia begins pushing up against you, forcing you to impose yourself over the helpless mare.
>Tears are freely flowing like rapid rivers down Ms. Bonnet's beautiful face. Tears that fall from her miraculous auburn eyes that can thaw ice with their warmth. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want one. So you move the scalpel to the giant orbs embedded in her skull.
>They plead with you, trying to worm their way into your own maddened bull eyes that strike like great Chernabog.
>You exhale with a shudder. That's it. That pained helpless gaze that you love so very very much. Oh how it makes your heart soar higher than the clouds~!
>Celestia can feel your excitement as she traces a stray hoof down between your legs. She bites at your ear, egging you on.
>"Go on.." she says almost inaudibly.
>Ms. Bonnet struggles even more, throwing her head in circles of grief. She screams and shouts, trying her best to alert anybody, somebody! But no one comes to her rescue. The damned cry out for salvation and freedom from their torment, but never does the light of god shine on them. This was no different. For no matter how loudly she cried or how pitifully she protested, no one would come from her. This thought excites you even more.
>Celestia's magic then locks her head in place, insuring that the mare can gaze upon you in absolute horror. This is what you were made for! This moment of pure bliss and excitement, this is your purpose! Never have you felt so alive!
>You inch the scalpel closer, her pinpricked eyes spewing great floods of tears. Your breath is calm, your muscles tensed, and your mind undergoing great throws of pleasure.
>"No..." the mare whispers, a quake in her sweet voice. "No! Please! I'll do anything if only for you to stop this madness! Please I beg of you!"

>Now there was certainly no stopping you. You're pushed over the edge, it'd be a crime to stop now!
>You hitch your breath as you puncture the mare's eye and she unleashes an incredible howl that blows through the room like a might storm. The pain and sorrow that plagues this mare's body is absolute! Nothing is as comparable to this utter anguish and drama!
>You hunch over her, feeling something grip you between your legs. Celestia grinds herself into you, exhaling into your ear. She pushes you forward, encouraging you- no- ordering you to press forward.
>You penetrate the mare's skull further with your scalpel, a metaphor that sends you rolling in your own perverted mind. You twist the blade, causing her a sharp mind splitting pain that manifests in her cries that become ugly croaks and throaty sounds.
>You push deeper and her shouts increase in volume. There is nothing else but her world shattering prayer for death to shatter her soul!
>Celestia's grip around you tightens, working her way up and down. Her wings expand, each feather separating itself and fanning the room.
>You hear her devilishly soft tone in your head and for a moment everything around you fades into pleasure.
>"This is your reward, my monster. Serve me and you shall know this pleasure every night. Should you deny me, you will be the one strapped to this table. Do not forget, Anon. You are mine. Your body, mind, soul, all objects for my pleasure and will. You have no sense of self, there is only what I allow you to have. Your world is mine, everything you value will be replaced by what I value. You are a beast. Something to be owned and dominated. Do not ever lose sight of that."
>You jam the scalpel deep into the mare's eye socket as you howl into the air, arching your back and feeling your body become wracked with an indescribable ecstasy. Your mind runs from you, gayfully fleeing into the unknown and you're unsure if you'll ever reclaim it.

>You collapse on top of the mare beneath you, who has stopped moving Your faces smears the blood seeping out of the vertical cut on her stomach.
>Celestia still looms over you like an animal, now satisfied.
>Your breathing is hardly returning to normal and you can't stop the immense quivering in your knees. It feels like every muscle in your being was just put to the test.
>You open your eyes, not realizing they had been closed. You can see Ms. Bonnet's mouth hung open in an eternal scream of terror. It pleases you.
>As you recuperate you feel Celestia's weight move from you. She's no longer hunched over you but standing again on all fours.
>Her horn glows, shattering the darkness that engulfed the room around you. Like an explosion, light ripples through the room, combating the darkness and driving it into corners. In an instant the chamber around you is revealed to be your own.
>The same white walls, floors, and ceiling. To your surprise, it was day. Around the evening.
>The princess moves to open the large window by the bed, allowing a warm breeze to waft into the chamber.
>Maybe it's due to your current state of post coitus bliss, but you begin to marvel at the mare who overlooked her kingdom.
>You had known her to be beautiful, sure. Everyone in the world recognizes her as the epitome of beauty. But you feel as though you're peering beyond that shallow observation.
>The first time you felt it is when you first met. When her presence nearly forced you into submission in an instant.
>It isn't only her physical beauty that attracts you. But her power, her wisdom, will and conviction. Princess Celestia as a whole is someone you could only dream of!
>And best of all. She is a complete and total monster. Right down to her core. She is your kin. It's more apparent now than it was last night. She's in a completely different league.
>Monsters like her are meant for only one thing. To rule over lesser beings and govern the world.

>In this brief moment you envy her. You are somewhat humbled by her. You realize that she is your ultimate goal, to be like her.
>Princess Celestia is the monster you wish to be. But gazing at her now, you doubt if you'd ever can ever achieve such status. It's a hell of a climb.
>Celestia peers at you out of the corner of her eye. You must look like some pathetic mongrel hunched over this corpse. Regardless she smiles, one that is no longer sinister, but pleasant and refreshing.
>This mare is very strange. One minute she's completely dominating the situation, the next she's just a princess who likes all things sunshine and rainbows. A constant shift of light and dark that fits her perfectly.
>You move to stand, still trying to recover. As you do so Celestia levitates a bathrobe over to you. You take it and feel its softness brush against your skin. It was remarkably similar to her.
>"There is no more work for you today, my monster. You are free all afternoon and you may keep the body as well."
>Celestia points her hoof at the bloody table. That's nice her.
"What of you? Shouldn't you be getting back? How long have you've been here anyhow?" you say, slipping on the robe.
>The princess cocks her head in thought at the question. Seemingly unsure on where she's currently placed on her schedule.
>"Dusk is in a few more minutes. Afterwards I must prepare for your next job. Or...."
>Before you can even literally blink Celestia is before you, staring down the well of your eyes. She takes your chin in her hoof gently and leans in close.
>"I could stay here and have you entertain me a bit more. What say you, hmmm?"
>You're speechless for a second before you hastily back away. You're not falling for her wiles!
"I cannot say. Do what you want, you're the boss."
>She seems to approve. For she gives a sly smirk and gestures to herself.
>"Why yes. I am."

>She then turns to you and makes for the window. You honestly can't help but eye the sway of her hips as she retreats.
>"Food will be up for you soon. As well as somepony I'd like you to meet. I have faith that you two will get along nicely."
>Before you can inquire about who it is you were to meet she takes off through the window. you rush after her, hitting your palms against the windowsill. Like a falling star Celestia fastly glides to the ground to disappear inside another keep.
>You will never say it out loud, but although the heavy air is lifted, you kind of hate to see her go so suddenly.
"Not even a goodbye kiss. How rude.." you complain.
>But now with her gone there was nothing to entertain you. All you have is a corpse that will most likely bore you within the hour. And you still need a bath.
>You groan as you throw yourself onto your bed and roll around for a few moments before stopping.
>Boredom is already slithering into your being and you can't even hope to combat it. Very unpleasant.
>You opt to wait a while. Then a while longer. Then you wait until you're driven to the brink of madness. And just as you were about to tear yourself limb from limb with boredom, the door to your room opens with a long creak.
>You snap your eyes forward, eyeing the door as it slowly moved open to reveal a purple hoof step inside.
"Be weary of entering my room. I am very agitated and may pounce!" you shout. Though you were only half joking.
>The hoof does not move for awhile and you begin to consider if it were even there at all. Then the door opens wider, revealing a face you've only seen in papers.
>A violet mare. The kind of shade that matches the time between day and night. She's an alicorn, same horn and wing combo as Celestia, though she's a lot shorter. Her bangs hang low, covering her eyes. She's wearing a deep frown that seemed droopier than syrup.

>You know this mare, the pink highlight of her mane gives her away immediately.
>She enters your room, her head held high. Deathly serious and swaying her backside.
>She stops before you, spreading her wings to emphasize her presence. You gaze at her with only slight interest.
>With her so close there was no mistaking it. She's no imposter. This is Princess Twilight Sparkle.
>"Anonymous," her voice sounds like a lilacs dancing in the breeze. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Twilight Sparkle, your new associate."
"Associate?" you say with a frown, you do your best to match hers.
>"Yes. We're going to be working together from now on."
>Her smile doesn't leave her face and you still can't make eye contact with her. The only thing you have to focus your gaze her is small rounded horn.
"You tell that witch that I am not interested. I don't need a partner, I am perfectly capable on my own."
>You turn over and face away from her, no longer interested in what she has to say.
>"Princess Celestia disagrees. And seeing as how poorly you handled your first assignment, I would say it warrants cause for supervision on your missions."
>Twilight holds her head even higher, her frown slowly creeping into a smile.
"Supervision? Blow it out your ass. If she wants to keep an eye on me then maybe she should do it her own damned self. I have no need for taskmasters or babysitters. Begone with you!"
>You wave your hand dismissively. You weren't about to be subjected to that kind of humiliation. Not even by the mare you've practically given ownership of yourself.
>It's impossible for you to see but Twilight's frown drops into a mean snarl, but only for an instant.
>"I don't think you should be so quick to pack me off. After all, I'm kinda your boss now."
>You turn over to see her lull her head in a smile.
"What?"

>"Mmhm. Technically you work for me as well as Celestia. And judging how the princess and I are practically equal, it lends itself to reason that-"
"Equal?" you interrupt.
>Twilight's bangs seem to lift from her face and for the first time you can see her eyes. They are clouded and murky like muddy water. They shift between a fiery purple and icy blue.
>"That's right equal. As both of us are princesses, we are equal. She said so herself. And believe me I actually had a hard time believing it myself."
>You sit up, your interest piqued again. You move closer to Twilight to look her over and to generally get a 'feel' of her.
>Though she is a princess, she feels nothing like one. There is no profound perception of her presence. She doesn't impose herself onto others. There is no stifling air of intimidation and submission that follows her. No. She's just some mare with wings and a horn.
>Equals. Ha!
"You are equal in only one respect. You're both incredibly idiotic. Now go away, you're disturbing me."
>You get up and brush past the violet alicorn and begin to make your way over to the corpse on the table. But as you near it your chest begins to burst with a magnificent bright light.
>Followed by a sharp stabbing pain that spreads throughout your upper body, causing you to fall over and carefully draw your breaths.
>The black sun across your heart sets fire to your entire being and you call out in terror and pain.
>Twilight now strides over to you, her hooves being the only thing you can see.
>"You should probably be a littler nicer. Celestia is aware of every move you make."
>The burning doesn't stop and you're forced to endure the immeasurable heat that circulates within in.
>Twilight then makes her way over to Ms. Bonnet's body, disgusted with your handiwork. She turns to you, he bangs once again shielding her eyes.
>"Now, first order of business. We're taking a trip to Manehattan."