Author's Notes:

For those who'd made it past two parts, I'm glad you're back to find me picking up the slack so now you'll get to see part three unfold; unfortunately, this is where you'll find the pinnacle of tragedy thereof that will pick up where our star has left off and give a new perspective to focus on for the time being.

I would like to take this time to inform you that this chapter contains a scene that can and will bring shock, awe, and outrage out of you in ways too horrible to imagine so it's with a generous heart and mind that yours truly has uploaded another chapter after this as well on the same day no less: for those of you amongst themselves wishing to skip ahead, please do so; I promise, this one will help calm your nerves a bit for the most part.

I hope you can withstand this chapter now and stay tuned for future chapters later on then again, you have but a few options: stop right there and wait, go back to the preceding chapter, or skip ahead to the next chapter; whatever decision you make, I won't blame you but consider yourselves warned.

Off in the distance, fate already had the world awaken to purity; out of many, there was one area that stood out: it was the quickly growing phenomenal homestead that was free of stereo. Instead of the copious yields filled by a potential golden harvest, it was perhaps rather barren save for an abundance of rocks coming in all shapes and size and some dead trees in the mix. Also, there was a wooden fence overlooking the area nonetheless as it sat still on the solid ground planted neatly all around the way and keeping the stones away from the house and silo. Only a single solitary windmill stood by them alone as it provided the residence with its own brand of gentle breeze like a magical sentient tree stump with a desire for some true friends. Lurking about on the opposite end was a mountainside that was devoid of any majestic significance whatsoever as the golden sun was rising about from that very side at this moment.

Of course, the setting itself was a trifling concern compared to the situation that was taking place as a pair of figures emerged from the house. Even though, it would seem that they were far away from a typical viewpoint, it was clear that the situation would proved to be less than ideal anyways. Right now, there were faint signs of a struggle going around and about before ending off with a sharp resounding crackle against the skin.

As such, the two in question had possessed some significant differences that were being brought to light very quickly at once to be understood. One of them was standing about in the posture of a tall dark stranger whereas the other was kneeling onto the ground by a few feet apart. The tall individual was a brown minotaur wearing a dark trenchcoat all throughout while the other was an old gray mare donning a shawl to match the collar around her neck. He wore a black headscarf upon his spiky dark hair; she, on the other hand, had glasses with a gold frame, sharing the color of the chains which held them around the dark green mane. While the minotaur had remained well dressed to the height of his own fashion style, the old gray mare was in a state of dishabille, bearing three stones upon the flank. A twisted grin appeared upon his visage as she had started shedding a tear from her reddened glare.

“Today’s going to be the start of a great day and what better to start it off with a good old fashion cock–polishing...” the minotaur chuckled darkly as he started to look over the old gray mare.

She looked away with a faint huff before muttering, “your time will be coming soon, libertine…”

“That’s ‘master’ to you, cumslut; even your daughters took it pretty well after all these months…!” he snarled, slapping his target’s face quickly before opening his trenchcoat, “still, what excites me is that you managed to stay in the black rather than suffer the same fate as these whores of yours; a normal mare such as yourself would have snapped into a purple sooner, let alone go red but you didn’t just wanna give in, don’t you bitch? Come to think of it, up until she snapped, that mare had kept crying out ‘Sparkler… Sparkler…!’ and do you wanna know what she said right after when she did? Oh, nothing much at all except for a few simple words; actually, she had just been screaming, ‘FUCK ME RIGHT IN THE PUSSY!’ like that...”

“Liar…!” the old gray mare spat out in disgust, discharging a wet splotch of saliva onto the brown minotaur’s coat; consequentially, this earned her another slap, sending the glasses down onto the ground as its owner fell along too.

Outstretching the left hand, he started tugging onto her dirtied mane and growled, “you know, I’m getting really tired of your defiance anyway; these men are right about you: I should have gone and let them run you ragged from nine to five, let alone sell you off to the highest bidder! Of course, that would kill the boredom right then and there; besides, even they are raking in the bits I’m making which begs the question: why…?”

“You should know: I’m their mother; I know what’d be best for them…” the old gray mare slowly answered, holding back her tears with a hardened grimace, “not even my dearest husband, bless his soul, would even stand to think about what you’re doing our girls…!”

“And you have the nerve to talk about what a mare can or cannot do in this day and age…” the minotaur snickered, holding the mane tightly without a care in the whole wide world whatsoever.

She closed her eyes, snarling at him, “I don’t want to hear this, heathen; I’m in no mood for it…”

“I don’t care; you’re my slave and you should know your place by now, much like they had…” the minotaur countered, punching the old gray mare in the abdomen before reaching to her nub, “besides, I never thought of the day where a fine slut such as yourself would be mine; after all, your husband was too much of a weakling to even stop me. And it’s breakfast time, and I suggest you eat up…”

“You expect me to defile myself like they’d done to my daughters with the evil you’re doing…?” she coughed out as she felt the stinging sensation upon her body.

Pulling the old gray mare close, the minotaur yelled, “I WANT YOU TO DO YOUR FUCKING JOB ‘CAUSE IF YOU DON’T, I’LL HAVE SOMEONE ELSE WHO’LL GET YOU TO DO IT AND THEN WHAT?! YOUR PRINCESSES HAD CASHED IN ALL THEIR CHIPS ABOUT FRIENDSHIP AND EQUALITY AND YOU WANT TO BRING THE OLD WORLD BACK JUST BECAUSE OF WHAT’S HAPPENING TO YOU?! YOU CANNOT LIVE THIS LIFE DEFYING THE NEW ORDER WITHOUT OFFENDING YOUR SUPERIORS!”

“I won’t do it…!” she groaned before being pushed aside by him as a rippling tear was heard, “I’m a mother, not a harlot…!”

“It doesn’t matter; at the end of the day, you’re both of them: a mother to these whores of yours and another yourself for citizens like me to do as they wish…!” the minotaur laughed as revealed a slender appendage out from the tailor made cloth that imprisoned it for the old gray mare to see.

She looked away from it and cried out, “I don’t care about what the king says about what we should do and what not to do; I don’t want any of my daughters to serve them in this kind of way!”

“That’s too bad ‘cause you see the king dictates what all mares such as yourself should do and one of the most important of them is pleasing their master in any way possible…” he’d said before quickly bringing his target’s face towards the tip of the former’s shaft at once, “and right now, you have just brought me much displeasure for the last time so the least you can do is make up for it with mouth…!”

“Nuuoop…!” the old gray mare gulped as she felt her muzzle being invaded by the minotaur’s sudden assault, forcing both of the blue eyes open briefly before closing them back completely. Her lips became grazed by the dermal prepuce as his started to slide in and out of the muzzle slowly; this made the former started to gag as the latter did so with reckless glee all at once. The old gray mare was only moments away from spitting the shaft out of her muzzle only before being grabbed by the minotaur as he placed his hand on the back of the former’s cranium and pushed deeper inside.

He caught a wayward hand making its way for a point of impact and warned her at once, “try all you might, but anything that happens to me will not go over so well for you or your daughters; remember that image well…”

Rather than give in to the desire to push away from the minotaur, the old gray mare grabbed ahold and pulled herself against him, bringing the yard into the mouth reluctantly in the process. She secreted some small tears as while sending her lips up and down the length of his prepuce, taking in a small breath of fresh air before the next plunge, a rather easy pattern that her had taken note of already. After a few seconds had passed, a milky white discharge now bombarded the old gray mare’s visage as the minotaur released her from his intimidating grip; afterwards, she was coughing up was went inside of the mouth from the stress that was put onto her body earlier. Needless to say, the sheer experience that she had been forced to endure made her break down completely at once.

“This will not stand any longer, you fiend; rest assured that your time will come soon enough…” the old gray mare cried as she started to clean herself off at once, “this I can swear it...”

“Like that will happen…” the minotaur laughed before walking away at once, leaving her alone as she wrapped hands over the face and cried softly.