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x by Anon

By grapenut
Created: 2022-07-20 21:38:30
Updated: 2022-07-20 21:41:42
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  1. x by Anon
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  3. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/30167361/#q30167434
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  6.  
  7. > "Oh, Chrysalis!"
  8. > His cheery call wakes you from the restless half-slumber you had been drifting in and our of.
  9. > "I'm home, love. Why don't you come out and say hello?"
  10. > It matters not whether you answer or not; you know that tone of voice.
  11. > He will come for you either way.
  12. > A reply is growled out for your captor to hear.
  13. "You know why I do not come. Because you chained me here, you sick bastard."
  14. > Though you would not have risen even if you had been free.
  15. > Not for this one.
  16. > "Oh, now did I?"
  17. > Light floods the closet he keeps you in, pain spiking through your brain after so many hours of darkness.
  18. > Your tattered wings rattle in frustration, but they are nowhere near enough to even shift you.
  19. > "Now, now, love. You don't have to glare so sharply. After all, y-"
  20. "Don't you ever call me that, you deluded monkey. You are not my lover, and I shall never be yours!"
  21. > The effect of your pronouncement is kind of spoiled by the fact that you rest upon your back in the closet's floorspace.
  22. > Each of her four legs had a chain run through one of the gaps they bore, then cruelly tightened to draw your four limbs apart.
  23. > Physically, the awkward position resulted in them often cramping through the day.
  24. > Far worse was that it resulted in you being on full display for your captor.
  25. > Panic flares through your mind as he draws his belt from its loops.
  26. > Your words had not had the intended effect, it seems.
  27. "...you need not do that. I do apologize for my impertinence, I-"
  28. > The harsh swish crack of the belt as it slams into your belly was matched only by the your yowl of pain.
  29. > Your belly was just as capable of protecting the vulnerable organs within as any other portion of your body.
  30. > A necessary adaption when your legs were filled with sharp angles that could jab or even cut otherwise.
  31. > But to your horror Anonymous had discovered it was just as sensitive as any other creatures' stomach, and thus made the perfect target for his ministrations.
  32.  
  33. > By the time he is done glowing red welts criss-cross your belly and your eyes leak freely as the burning of each blow fades.
  34. > Bitter hatred and venom are aimed at him from your emerald irises.
  35. > "Oh, don't be so sad. You know I could never leave you like this, my love. You know I will take care of you."
  36. "That is why I weep."
  37. > Your lips are twist into a snarl, but you had long ago learned not to use those fangs against him.
  38. > That, indeed, had been an agonizing lesson.
  39. > To think that a magic-less creature could harness lightning into metal wire and just as easily play it out again through your body.
  40. > But even that is not the rationale for your tears.
  41. "Torture, rape, and imprisonment I could bear in silence, but you cannot even leave my dignity intact."
  42. > "Oh, my love..."
  43. > He kneels beside you in a twisted mimicry of a supplicating subject, placing a gentle kiss on her nose.
  44. > Instinctively you shrink from it, knowing what it means is coming.
  45. > "...but that is what I love taking the most."
  46. > A fact you are well aware of.
  47. > Your head twists away, unable to look as his clothes slide away.
  48. > At least he had removed the chain bound around the remnant of your horn, though you wish it had been for a reason other than that he truly did not need it bound any longer.
  49. "Just let me die. Let me fade away and my body rot, Anonymous. It would be better than living in this hell."
  50. > "But then my fun would be gone, and we simply cannot have that, can we."
  51. > My fun.
  52. > That is all you are to him now.
  53. > Once you ruled a hive, cast the sun-princess down, nearly conquered a nation, and made all tremble at your name.
  54. > Now... now you were entertainment for a magicless monkey.
  55. > Bare skin rushes against your own, a shudder running through your body.
  56. "I hate you."
  57.  
  58. > "No, my queen. You love me."
  59. > The briefest feather-light touch runs over your nethers, and you know to the eternal shame of you and all of your line that he will find them soaked already.
  60.  
  61. > Ready and awaiting the only taste of nourishment you ever got anymore.
  62. > "Love me, my queen..."
  63. "I ha-"
  64. > Lust overcomes you.
  65.  
  66. ---
  67.  
  68. > When your mind at last breaks free through the tide of thick, heavy lust he has already finished.
  69. > One load of his seed is drying atop your stomach.
  70. > Judging by the warm, filled sensation deep within and the trickles running down your haunches it is clear he had also emptied himself within you as well.
  71. > Leaning your head back, you weep openly as shame courses through you as strongly as the blood in your veins.
  72. > How many times had you sworn you loved him this time?
  73. > How deeply had you bared your soul to him - whatever remained of it after all this time?
  74. > That seed on your belly - how had it come to be there?
  75. > Had you taken him in your mouth, pleasuring him when you should have sunk your teeth in and torn his member from him, regardless of the cost?
  76. > Or had you spent whatever feeble magic you would muster to please him in a way none of his species ever could?
  77. > How deeply had you drunk of his lust, that insidious, druglike cousin of love that clouded your mind and twisted it to his whims even as it filled your belly and kept you alive?
  78. > Instinct drew you to take some of it just to stay alive, but once that gate was open the floodwaters could not be stopped.
  79. > How you wish you could tear that wretched instinct and simply starve to death!
  80. > You do not even hear him return, only coming to again when lifts you over his shoulder and carries you to from the closet.
  81. > A new wave of shame comes over you when you realize he has only bound your hooves together with the chain through them.
  82. > He does not even fear your retribution now.
  83. > To the bathroom, you go.
  84.  
  85. > You feel the warmth immediately, but even so a small coo escapes your lips when you are sunk into the well-heated bathtub.
  86. > Moments later he slides in to join you, both of you sinking in up to your necks.
  87.  
  88. > Laying atop his body, comfort competes with shame in your mind as he starts to stroke the ragged remnants of your once-lustrous mane.
  89. > Already the warmth is working its magic on your muscles even as the lust continues to cloud your mind.
  90. > Somewhere deep within you, the Queen - the majestic, terrible ruler - rattles the bars of her cage and roars orders.
  91. > Flee!
  92. > Kill him!
  93. > Drown him!
  94. > Do something!
  95. > But there is nothing you can force yourself do.
  96. > Even as the tears return anew you can feel yourself snuggling against his form, accepting its touch.
  97. > Treasonous still, the lust demands you cling to him.
  98. > He is stroking your withers now, his hands casually running down to cup your narrow flanks.
  99. > Never, ever would a stallion have been allowed to touch you like that - not even Shining Armor, despite his critical nature to your plan.
  100. > Yet this...
  101. > Already the lust was wearing off; in time it would vacate and allow the fury to return.
  102. > For now, though, rather than clear your mind to enact revenge it only clamors louder.
  103. > More!
  104. > Again!
  105. > Let the haze of pleasure fall over yourself once more!
  106. > Unwillingly, your subconscious begins to enact a plan to gather more of the stuff.
  107. > Your hips rock against his body, grinding yourself on his leg - like a common animal in heat.
  108. > Little mewling noises escape your throat as one hoof finds his member rubbing against it pleadingly.
  109. > The withdrawl only becomes sharper.
  110. > More demanding.
  111. > Opening your eyes, you're forced to take in his look of smug satisfaction as your body whores itself for his attention.
  112. > Unbidden, your lips part.
  113. "Please... please, I need it."
  114. > "Please..?"
  115. "Please..."
  116.  
  117. > War erupts in your head as the Queen, backed by the battered forces of pride and memory do battle with the lust-empowered legions of pleasure and desire.
  118. > There is no hope.
  119. > The Queen is vanquished, as you were.
  120. "Please, Master. I need it, I need iiiiiieeeee!"
  121.  
  122. > He had slipped a finger within you, teasing but not granting yet.
  123. > "You need what, my queen?"
  124. "I need your love... I need you... I need you in me."
  125. > Babble rolls off your tongue now as his fingers - two now - toy with your most sensitive nub.
  126. "Please please please please..."
  127. > No true drug, no matter how strong, could do this to you.
  128. > None but the drug your own mind creates.
  129. > Lust.
  130. > All logic vanishes from your mind as he devotes himself to pleasing you.
  131. > But when the moment passes and your climax fades, little more has come.
  132. > He had not even played fair!
  133. > You had lowered yourself to begging - begging! - and he had given you only bare scraps of the pleasurable haze.
  134. > Not nearly enough for you to forget what you had done.
  135. > It wasn't fair!
  136. > He certainly wasn't lacking for it - you could feel the hard warmth of his erect shaft trapped beneath your belly.
  137. > Canting your head back to meet his eyes again, you whine softly.
  138. "You didn't... you didn't give me anything... I want..."
  139. > "You didn't say the magic words, your highness."
  140. "Please, I need... I need it, I need to forget..."
  141. > Never mind that you would surely awaken from the haze later with even greater shame.
  142. > "Those aren't the magic words, my little lovebug..."
  143. > Lovebug.
  144. > Shuddering with both humiliation and the anticipation of pleasure, you whisper out the words.
  145. "I love you."
  146.  
  147. > Later, when it is done and you lay in the water against his lap again, softly heaving with the fading heat of the orgasm, the shame returns in full force.
  148. > How you hate lust now, for all you used to wield it as a tool to ensnare others.
  149. > Back then, you could always resist taking any from; you could resist the allure of the haze it provided.
  150. > But now - it was all he gave.
  151. > Not a drop of true love to be found in his heart.
  152. > And you had no choice but to drink of the poison elixir he offered in its stead.
  153. > In time, you knew, he would let the withdrawal play itself out.
  154.  
  155. > And then return home the next day when the rage had returned to let the entire situation play itself out over again.
  156. > To befoul you and your mind again.
  157. > But for now, all you can do is rest your head against his shoulder and cry hot tears of humiliation.

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by grapenut