"Just business" (SOoT Side Story) ~Complete


                                            Spoilers for "Staying Out of Trouble" Act 2.

                                            Warning: breeding facility, rape, birth, feels.


                                            >You'd met the couple that was to take your foal away.

                                            >Kind enough, sure. Almost a little too friendly.

                                            >Simply odd or naive you can't tell.

                                            >The strange thing was their demands for doing things the 'natural' way.

                                            >Everything had to have good vibes, positive feelings, and above all no chemicals.

                                            >They even wanted to be there at the moment of conception!

                                            >Because a crying mare bound to a rack somehow qualifies as good vibes.

                                            >You think she had good intentions, but holding your hoof isn't going to make your penetration any less traumatic.

                                            >For all your dates and stolen kisses back in ponyville this was your first time.

                                            >Tied to a rack with a stranger grunting as he took you.

                                            >Master told you not to make a scene, but it hurt.

                                            >It hurt a lot and you couldn't help the crying and begging.

                                            >The wife was kind though. She held you hoof and told you what a good job you were doing.

                                            >For what little that was worth.

                                            >You felt dirty when he finished.

                                            >The stallion climbed off and abandon you as soon as he was done.

                                            >No cuddling, no kisses, no small whispers in your ear to assure you he loved you.

                                            >Just dripping and a foreign warmth deep inside you.

                                            >But you didn't take.

                                            >Three times you were submitted to the violation and still didn't take.

                                            >The vets say your receptive, as fertile as any field ready for the plow in the warm spring weather.

                                            >The stallions even gave you plenty of' material' to work with, but your body failed to conceive.

                                            >The couple insists they wanted you though.

                                            >Something about your beautiful coat and mane.

                                            >Beautiful indeed, but you wish they'd let the task pass to another.

                                            >Then again it is your job now.

                                            >Eventually they'd been talked into trying artificial insemination.

                                            >You're natural heat was ending, and the window of time humans could extend it with their medicine had limits.

                                            >It was another rack for you. This time a large syringe, or perhaps a turkey baster, did the job between your quivering legs.

                                            >At first you thought it might be better this way.

                                            >Meeting a stallion mere moments before he's exploring your most intimate parts is awful.

                                            >But at least they had the manners to apologize before climbing up and putting hooves on your flanks.

                                            >The doctors had no such pause.

                                            >The procedure felt so.. cold...

                                            >It still left the warm spark of life inside you, but hard plastic is no substitute for something more real.

                                            >At least the stallions forced to rut you were sympathetic.

                                            >Even if they only expressed it by rubbing your back as they thrust. They cared a little.

                                            >The medical implement didn't.

                                            >It's only mercy was how quickly it was over.

                                            >If reducing what should be a magical moment to passionless seconds is mercy.

                                            >Nevertheless you took.

                                            >The couple visited you often to check on your progress.

                                            >The odd vegetables and health supplements they insisted on stuffing you up with only slightly bothersome.

                                            >It meant they cared. If not for you then for the health of their investment.

                                            >Finally the time came.

                                            >You'd talked to the other mares about what to expect.

                                            >Thankfully everypony told you that you'd be so drugged up you'd barley feel a thing.

                                            >Pills would both suppress the pain, as well as make it easier for them to separate the foal from you.

                                            >Being high out of your mind apparently reduced the emotional bonding at birth.

                                            >None of the mares you talked to even remembered the delivery.

                                            >A mercy no doubt.

                                            >Imagine your terror when the wife said she wanted your delivery to be all natural.

                                            >There's no shame in admitting you'd begged.

                                            >You'd never foaled before.

                                            >You fully admit you were terrified of pain.

                                            >Normally you were a model of good behavior, but this time you argued.

                                            >Who cares about her stupid beliefs? It's your body! Hasn't she put you through enough as it is?

                                            >Master wasn't happy to hear your opinion on the matter.

                                            >You'd been sent to the rack to await discipline.

                                            >He had to be careful with a pony so close to delivering, but he's been doing this for years.

                                            >A flank on the receiving end of the crop get's the message across safely enough.

                                            >He always knew how to make you say you're sorry.

                                            >But that wasn't the worse.

                                            >The next morning the vet came.

                                            >If you were going to be unmanageable then they'd simply get what they came for.

                                            >You were due to delivery soon anyway.

                                            >This isn't what you wanted!

                                            >You'd begged and cried, but they'd hear none of it.

                                            >To make things worse chemical means of inducing labor were off the table.

                                            >You're hate for your foals new parents grew as the vet invaded you.

                                            >That should never go there! Humans should never do that!

                                            >It wasn't long before master muzzled you.

                                            >It wasn't long after that before your body convulsed and it began.

                                            >When you threatened to pass out from lack of oxygen master had to remove your muzzle.

                                            >Sadly you only had a few moments between gasps to curse their existence.

                                            >And then the screaming started.

                                            >You thought you knew would how badly it would hurt.

                                            >Just imagine the worst pain you've ever experienced and multiple it by 10 you figured.

                                            >Oh, how wrong you were.

                                            >Surely the foal was ripping you in half!

                                            >You cried out for Celestia and Luna to save you!

                                            >It's their fault this happened to pony kind! It's their fault you were raped, and beat, and are giving birth!

                                            >You raged against everything.

                                            >Humans, ponies, gods, anything that came to mind.

                                            >Still the little bundle of agony was only part of the way out!

                                            >If you ever walked after this you'd consider it a miracle!

                                            >After hours, or perhaps minutes, the ordeal is finally over.

                                            >As all foals do, yours dropped the last few inches to the floor.

                                            >Human babies may be frail but foals aren't.

                                            >You can hear her stumbling around.

                                            >A pony foal should be on it's own hooves and nursing after just a few minutes.

                                            >Is she ok though? You can't even see her while you're in the rack like this!

                                            >Can she not find you?!

                                            >Since you can't move a muscle the best you can do is call out to her.

                                            >Perhaps she'll recognize the sound of her mother's voice.

                                            >For once you're grateful to the wife.

                                            >She kneels down and guides the newborn where it needs to go.

                                            >Nursing is a new experience for the both of you, but you soon find it incredibly calming.

                                            >And she's so strong!

                                            >You actually squeak in surprise at how forceful her first meal is!

                                            >You're happy though.

                                            >Only a healthy foal would be so vigorous at the teat so soon.

                                            >When you'd proved yourself docile master released you from the rack.

                                            >Finally you're allowed to lay eyes on the fruits of your labor.

                                            >And she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

                                            >Instinct tells you to clean her up with your tongue.

                                            >Good thing you're so flexible. You don't even have to interrupt her meal.

                                            >She'll spent the first week or so with you until she's strong enough to go from her mother to the bottle.

                                            >Master will want her out the door as soon as possible.

                                            >It's better customer service, and he'll want to give away as little milk as possible.

                                            >Yes, a market exists for mare's milk.

                                            >No, you don't understand it.

                                            >If you're lucky his daughter will come around and milk you personally. She's a kind girl.

                                            >If you aren't so lucky you'll get to experience one of the machines.

                                            >The other mare's say the machine isn't tha bad, it just might leave you a bit sore.

                                            >Either way you'll be milked until you run dry, and then the process repeats.

                                            >It's a better job than some ponies get you suppose.

                                            >You have a roof, food, and right now you have the most beautiful foal in the world.

                                            >There are unpleasant aspects of course, but that's just business.