>You are Key Lime
>Former member of the DawnBringers.
>Reformed, and mercifully pardoned citizen of the Crystal Province.
>…
>This morning you did something terribly, terribly stupid.
>You were at the bakery, trying to get a loaf of rye bread dinner with your wife.
>It was her birthday, and you wanted to make sure she had the right type of bread to go along with her hay and pasta.
>When you arrived at the store you were surprised to find it crowded and full with other ponies.
>Unfortunately, a lot of ponies also means a lot of customers, and a lot of customers means a lot of bread being sold.
>By the time you got in line, only a few loafs of Rye were left.
>You looked forward and counted.
>1…2…3…4…
>5!! There there 5 ponies in the queue before you, and 5 loafs of Rye bread left.
>It was ok - Sure, you are cutting it close, but there would be enough bread for-
>Before you ever finished your thought, a little self-entitled stallion tired to cut you in line.
>For the first time in months you got felt… odd.
>You felt… /angry/.
>...
>How stupid could you have been?
>You didn’t listen to his explanation.
>All you remember was him mentioning something about going to the restroom, and showing you some sort of ticket.
>You didn’t care.
>You shoved him away, causing him to fall and slide across the floor.
>Everyone stopped whatever they were doing and simply stared at you.
>It took a moment for the adrenaline to burn of, but when it did, you instantly realized what you did.
>Everyone was just… staring at you.
>No pony was talking, or even moving.
>…
>You ran.

>You musings are cut short buy your hood being removed.
>You wince out of discomfort, you eyes struggling to adjust to the relative brightness around you.
>As you finally recover your sight, you see Umbra descending from her throne.
>Governess Umbra.
>Your heart begins to race.
>From the moment you ran out of the bakery, you knew you were in trouble.
>You knew that you broke the law, and that there would be punishment for what you did.
>But the Governess?
>You… you didn’t expect this.
>As you watch her move toward you, you notice her hips swaying much more… provocatively than a normal mare.
>You watch for a moment, before forcing your eyes down.
>If she thought you were gawking at her, she would...
>You swallow.
>This must be a test.
>That’s why you’re here… to prove you’re a good pony….
>A good pony who knows his place…
>This must be a test.
>...
>She giggles.
>"I've heard you've been acting like a naughty pony..."
>You don't move, fearful of sending the wrong signal.
"I didn't mean to Governness... I- I wasn't thinking... I-"
>She walks past you, flicking her tail against your chest as she lightly brushes her trunk against your own.
>"Such a naughtly stallion indeed..."
>As she makes her way around your body, you become keenly aware of just how close she is.
>She brushes against your tail, and traces her magic lightily against the top of your back.
>You keep your head down, wishing you could teleport youself home to your wife.

>As she comes to a stop on your left, you feel her weight as she leans into your trunk, forcing you to readjust your hooves to keep balance.
>Your nose flares as you catch the softest scents of cherry drifting from her coat.
>"How long have you been under our guidance stallion?..."
>Her voice is sultry and seductive.
>Your heart is racing.
>You /can't/ saying anything stupid.
>Stay calm...
>Closing your eyes, you take a breath before replying.
“Six months governness. I've been here for six months..."
>She coos.
>”Six months? So you're still new here, aren't you?"
>You nod your head quickly.
>Umbra nuzzles your neck, forcing you to stay still.
>You feel so vulnerable.
>The guards are watching you... standing here in chains, being rubbed upon - teased by the Governness...
>You force your tongue to move.
"Yes Governness..."

>She sighs.
>"And you were doing so good too..."
>Her implications aren’t lost on you.
>You sweat suddenly feels cold.
"Please- Governess... I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking..."
>Your speak in a hushed tone, hoping to keep the conversation private.
>Her hoof finds its way to your heart, and you become fully aware of how fast it has been racing.
>"This isn't uncommon with new guests; it's not often they fully understand their... position... in this peaceful land..."
>You nod weakly, your throat to dry to speak.
>”That /is/ what this Providence is, correct? Peaceful?"
>You nod furiously.
”Yes Governess..”
>She hums for a few moments, thinking to herself.
>"Your wife - she's here on a visa, isn't she?"
>You freeze.
>Not this.
>Anything but this.
"Yes Governness... yes she is..."
>She giggles.
>"And how long has she been here so far?"
>You swallow, wetting your mouth before speaking.
>T-Three weeks Governess..."
>Umbra readjust herself, placing even more of her weight onto your trunk.
>"And has she given you…  /release/ since she's been here?"
"G-Governess?"
>She chuckles.
>"Has she let you rut?"

>The "t" in rut hangs in the air, as your mind struggles to process the question.
>She's asking about your sex life?
>Why?
>You can feel the gaze of the guards lining the throne room fall on your body.
>It's humiliating.
"Governess..."
>Predicting your reply, she speaks.
>"Don't be nervous stallion, /I/ won't judge you..."
>You swallow.
>There are no other options.
"We haven't... had sex... since she arrived..."
>Umbra gasp dramatically, and your ears fall flat.
>"Not once?"
>You shake your head quickly.
>"This is a shame! You're such a handsome colt too!"
>She snaps her teeth a few times, shaking her head gently.
>"No no no, this simply won't do..."
>A mare shouldn't /deny/ her husband release for so long; it might lead too... unrulely behavior..."
>You shake your head.
"This isn't her fault... please..."
>She nods.
>"We aren't going to punish her, have no fear champion..."
>Before you can react, you feel magic encircle your sheath.
>"We'd simply like to help... relieve your tension.

>You freeze, closing your eyes in fear.
>This isn’t happening.
>You feel her magic slowly caress your stallionhood, before sliding backwards, and cupping your testes.
>”So swollen…”
“Governess, please, I’m sorry…”
>Ignoring your input, she continues.
>”You do know what, if you were still in Equestria, Empress Nightmare Moon might have very well gelded you after such a repeat offense…”
>That does nothing to calm your fear.
>Your heart is racing.
>”Sometimes former rebel stallions are unable to control themselves, and must be… /fixed/… before being reintroduced to society.”
>The meaning of her words conflicts with her gestures.
>Her breath brushes against your neck.
>She’s toying with you — you know that.
>But despite your best efforts, you can’t bring yourself to resist, let alone calm yourself.
>You learned in Equestria that resistance is a foalish idea.
>”You know that don’t you?”
>”You know that I could send you to Equestria as a stallion, and have you returned as a oversized colt?”
>You’re too scared to reply.
>She squeezes again, eliciting a squeal from you.
>”/Don’t/ you?”
>You reply weakly.
“Yes Governess…”
>She chuckles.
>”But that would be so wasteful of me, to have such a /strong, hoovesome/ stallion spoiled in his prime…”
>”No, that simply don’t do…”
>Finally stands upright, taking her weight off of your side.

>She walks slowly around you, keeping herself in your blindspots.
>”Tell us more about your wife.”
>The question makes you uneasy.
>After what happened… before… being asked personal questions of any kind is uncomfortable.
>You try your best to maintain calm, and speak in a cadenced, slow voice.
”What do you mean?”
>Umbra keeps flicking her tail against your legs as she walks.
>Her magic continues to fondle you.
>”How often did she let you rut before you were captured?”
>You try your best to respectfully decline.
”Governess, If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to talk about something else…”
>She laughs.
>”Oh come on, it’s only sex… we’re all adults here, aren’t we?”
>You lower your head.
>”Unless she didn’t let you get any before either…”
>”Did you even consummate your marriage, or did she just force you to touch yourself?”
>You shake your head.
“That’s not it…”
>”So then you did have sex?”
>You nod.
“Yes Governess…”
>”How often?”

>For some reason, you’re getting unsheathed.
>She’s not even touching you anymore…
“Three or four times a week…”
>”Four times? Really?”
>She giggles.
>”That’s not very surprising, any mare would struggle to keep you off their back…”
>She draws away, and continues to talk.
>”But why did she stop? You said it’s been three weeks since she’s been here, and you haven’t rutted her even once…”
“Things are different…"
>”Different? How?”
“I don’t know… they’re just different…”
>She doesn’t speak for a few moments, perhaps in thought.
>”Tell me, when you /did/ rut, who made the first move, you or her?”
>Knowing that the’s no point in stopping the conversation now, you speak.
“I did…”
>Again she pauses.
>…
>”In Equestria, before you were sent here, how were you… questioned…”
>Her shift in tone is much more sincere, but it does nothing to stop the memories that come racing back.
>The darkness…
>The noises…
>Feeling things crawl over your body, biting into your skin…
”Governess… I… I don’t want to talk about it…”
>She nods slowly, mercifully accepting your request.
>”It’s not uncommon for stallions to become less… driven when they arrive here…”
>You nod.
”When I’m in bed, and it’s dark… sometimes I feel like I’m back there…”
>You sigh in shame.
“I’ve accidentally woken my wife a few times…”

>She coos, a look of genuine concern appearing on her face.
>“These things take time my stallion, but in time you will get better…”
>You look down at your hooves.
”I… I don’t know… sometimes I-“
>Your tongue freezes has her magic once again begins to touch your body.
>Beginning just underneath your chest, it slowly trails back toward your stallionhood.
>You’re so focused on her magic, you entirely fail to notice her slowly approach.
>Only once she lifts your chin, do you realize her intent.
>She leans in slowly, and tenderly kisses you, before pulling away.
>Your mind goes blank.
>”I have faith in you my champion…”
>Before you can process what’s going on, she leans in again, and pulls into a much more… intimate kiss.
>You offer no resistance as her tongue carefully explores your mouth.

>She grasp your stallionhood, and begins to slowly rub your length.
>Moaning weakly, you begin to return her kiss.
>It’s difficult to focus as her magic continues its gentle ministrations.
>You’ve never had a unicorn touch you like this before…
>You feel her chuckle, before she finally pulls away from the kiss.
>She leans forward, and wraps her neck around you, placing her head on your shoulder.
>”You are /strong/… I can /feel/ it….”
>You lean forward as well, your snout burying itself into her wild, luscious mane.
”Hmm…..”
>It’s all you can say.
>Your mind won’t let you compose words.
>Her magic begins to increase its tempo.
>”How can your wife resist this?”
>”So hoovesome…”
>”So firm….”
>She nibbles your ear, her small fangs providing a unique mix of pain and excitement.
>”So… irresistible."
>Her words are intoxicating.
>Your wife doesn’t even cross your mind.
>All you can think about is this mare before you, leaning on your shoulder as she strokes your length.
>As your excitement continues to mount, your rear hooves shift.
>With no pony under you you aren’t sure what to do.
>Almost instinctually, you begin to thrust yourself into her arcane grasp, humping the air.
>”Yes my champion… be a stallion...”
>The aroma from her mane fills your nostrils.
>She slowly brushes herself against you, rubbing her
>The sound of her soft, husky voice creeps into your ear.
>”I need this…”
>Despite your best efforts to keep yourself together, her voice does something to you.
>She sounds… vulnerable.
>Desperate.

>Your body takes over.
>Everything about this mare…
>She needs you.
>You trust with renewed vigor into her arcane grasp.
>Everything seems to slow down.
>You can feel her shuttering breathe against your neck.
>Her teeth nibbling your ear.
>Her gentle, weak moans in the air.
>Finally reaching your limit, you unleash a torrent of seed onto the crystal floor.
>You lurch forward, and lean on her for support.
>”That’s my stallion… that’s my stallion…”
>Resting your head on her withers, you look down her long, slender back, and see her flared tail swaying frantically side-to-side.
>Unfortunately, in your post-climax ecstasy, the meaning is lost on you.
>You close your eyes for a few moments, and relax.
>...
>…
>…
>Eventually, you feel firm enough to support your own weight.
>Pulling back off of the Governess, you retreat a few steps.
>Instinctively, you look down at the floor; the evidence of your deed clear for all to see.
>Your sticky fluid is splattered haphazardly across the floor, with some…
>…
>Your heart stops, and your eyes lock onto the Governess’ hoof.
>…
>You… you came on her hoof guard….

>Whatever realization you might have had instantly evaporates.
“Governess… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean….”
>You fall to the floor, your reformed habits kicking into full gear.
“I didn’t mean to stain your hoof Governess… please… forgive….”
>You’re silenced by the gentle, warm touch of magic on your snout.
>It slowly pulls your head up, forcing you to look at the Governess…
>She looks…
>Calm?
>You watch as she lifts the offending hoof from the ground, and looks at the thick, white globs which coat the otherwise pristinely polished metal.
>Slowly, she leans forward, and licks the guard, cleaning if of your semen and fluid.
>If it wasn’t terrifying, it would almost be erotic.
>She closes her mouth, and sighs contently, apparently enjoying herself.
>”Yes my Champion, you are still Loyal…”
>She opens her eyes again, and looks down at your nearly cowering body.
>”Loyal indeed.”