The bed creaked as I flipped in it… again. It had been day for at least an hour now, but I couldn’t seem to find the need to sleep.

I ran my hooves along the collar around my neck and sighed, tugging at it in a futile attempt to make it less annoying. It was a small sacrifice if it meant that I could keep living, but it was digging into my skin and chafing against my neck every time I moved.

I turned again and looked at Octavia. She hadn’t budged an inch since she got settled in, her eyes staring at me endlessly. She hardly blinked, and I had the feeling that sleep would elude both of us today.

With a groan, I got up and trotted over to the bathroom. Octavia’s eyes followed me the whole way there. I had hoped to go the day without needing to relieve myself in front of her, but almost as soon as I got in bed, I realised that wasn’t going to happen. So it’s with great shame that I sat down on the toilet bowl and glanced back at her, seeing that she was still staring right at me.

I averted my eyes as I did my business, and it was only due to years of training that I managed to completely supress any signs of a blush at my embarrassment. Once I had washed my hooves clean, I took a few moments to look over the collar in the mirror. It was a dull black, as was the leash, and set to the second tightest setting. I fumbled with it for a second, trying to adjust so that it would be comfortable in some way, but it was all in vain.

“Hey, get back in bed.”

I turned and immediately began the return trip. I knew that I was making her nervous; too nervous to sleep, and as such I knew that it was foolish to try and take any liberties. Her mind was probably in a constant war of desire to eat me and desire to have an endless supply of blood, and I know that if I push her too hard, I won’t wake up again tonight.

I flopped back down in the bed and turned to watch her again, as she watched me. Time flowed like water as our eyes stayed locked together, but eventually I felt sleep slowly overwhelm me.

*****

I woke the next evening in confusion. Something was causing my neck to itch. When I reached up to scratch it, I felt the collar, and this morning came back to me in a flash. I looked over at Octavia’s bed to see that she was still staring at me.

“Good night Vinyl Scratch, have a nice sleep?” She spat with venom.

I kept my mouth shut, which turned out to be the wrong move.

“I asked you a question, pony. Answer me!” She screeched.

“Y-yes ma’am.”

“Well, that makes one of us.” She got up from her bed, and I could see that her movements were sluggish and stiff. She approached me slowly, and I began to panic a bit.

“It’s time. You made me wait a whole day to have my first taste, and by Luna, I’ll have my reward.” She said, grinning manically.

I nodded, pointedly ignoring that waiting the day had been her idea, and slowly navigated my way out of bed. “H-how do you want to do this?”

“I want to eat you whole and savour every ounce of your flesh, but that would ruin the whole night of torture you just put me through, so I’ll stick to the original plan. My servants are probably in the kitchen right now, preparing breakfast for us. I’ll eat mine so that I’m less tempted to eat you and then send them both out on errands. While they’re gone, we’ll do it.”

I nodded and followed her as she led the way out towards the kitchen. Or at least I was following her until the leash snapped taught and yanked me back. I fell to the floor with an audible grunt of pain, and she turned back instantly, hunger raging in her eyes.

I froze, waiting like a startled deer as she slowly fought her natural instinct to hunt the easy prey. After a minute, she trotted past me into the bedroom and untied the leash from the bed, carrying it with her and leading me like she would lead a dog. It was degrading, but I knew that I had just dodged a bullet.

We made our way through the hallways, which were sparsely decorated. “Since we just moved in a few nights ago, my servants haven’t finished decorating yet.” She said, as if reading my mind. The only decoration present was a dark red rug under our hooves.

We reached the kitchen with no further incidents, and there I saw what she meant by the servants “preparing” our breakfast. A cow, still bloody from the recent killing, was lying on the counter as the servants carefully and meticulously cut out the best parts, throwing out all the less desirable sections such as the kidneys.

If they were surprised at me being led around like a puppy, they didn’t say anything. One of the two brought a plate over. It had multiple large helpings of choice cuts. Octavia sifted through them, picking out the best ones and eating them on the spot, gobbling them up like a starving pony, as the servants finished their dissection and then waited patiently.

Once Octavia had finished two cuts and had removed two more, she passed the plate to me. I took a small piece, not feeling over hungry for fresh, bloody meat, and returned the plate to her, after which she passed it along to her servants and continued eating. The servants waiting calmly, looking at Octavia while casting occasional glances at me.

After a minute or two of the three of us just sitting there, Octavia turned to me and barked “Eat.” I began immediately, finishing my meager meal just as she finished hers, which was over 4 times larger.

She took a moment to wipe any residual blood away with a cloth before turning to her servants and nodding. At once they divide up the plate between them and began eating, going much more slowly and properly then Octavia had.

“Mark, today I want you to search around Canterlot for the highest quality of meat available, and don’t come back until you’re sure. Brandon, I want a better lock for my room, as well as locks and bars for the shutters and windows and a stronger door altogether, by daybreak. Go as soon as you finish eating.” She ordered.

Both servants paused, just for a fraction of a second, before continuing on, although now they were both glaring at me.

Once she had finished talking, Octavia stood and began trotting towards the door. Since I was busy watching the servants glare at me, I didn’t notice her movement until she gave a sharp and insistent tug on the leash, causing me to grunt again and follow her out.

Once we were safely out of earshot of the kitchen, I worked up my courage and asked “What did I do to make them mad this time?”

“I usually take them both once or twice in the mornings. They’re probably mad at you because they suspect I’m using you as an outlet, which would be both mean to them and a way to get myself in trouble. Both of my servants care very dearly for me; they joined our family a year after the great conversion and they’ve been my servants ever since. Plus, they aren’t allowed to buck anypony but me, nor can they masturbate, and since they’re used to my rhythm, going over a night without attention is bound to give them blue balls.”

She turned to me. “You probably don’t understand just how horny I am right now, but if you can imagine being surrounded by hundreds of bucking ponies and not being allowed to partake, then you can maybe grasp the idea. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m about to get the most delicious treat in all existence, I’d be mashing your face against my-”

“Okay, I get it…” I cut her off, not needing the metal imaging. “I might not get how horny you are, but at least you aren’t depraved like I am. Can you imagine knowing you’ll never have a lover, ever?” She shook her head. “Well, then I guess we’re both in the same boat.”

She nodded, and I saw that she had led me in one giant circle. We were back at the kitchen, only the servants were gone, having quickly disposed of the corpse and cleaned the surfaces before their departure.

Octavia made her way through the kitchen to a cupboard on the far side. From it she took out a rather large wine glass. She then moved across the kitchen and drew a very large and very sharp knife from its holster, as well as a towel.

“We’ll do it in the music room; it’s well ventilated, so the scent will dissipate quickly.” She commanded, still leading me by the leash.

Octavia took me back through the mansion. I realised that it must be much deeper than it was large, since it took us almost two minutes to get to the music room. Octavia had to walk on three legs to hold the knife with her fourth, and she had crammed the leash, the towel and the wine glass in her mouth, but she was still covering ground quickly. I could feel her anticipation, and it worried me. I had a bad feeling that she once she got her taste, she’d want more.

We finally made it, and I was glad she’d chosen the music room. The whole thing was surrounded by two glass walls, which gave a beautiful view of the terrace, and at the push of a button, they opened up, allowing the air to circulate freely.

Also present was a vast array of musical instruments. From violins to harps, from trumpets to a grand piano, and even a drum set, Octavia had it all. One instrument stood out from the others though. On a polished, jet black stand stood a giant cello. It was clearly her most prized instrument, as she led me in a wide arc around it.

“This room is amazing.” I said, doing a 360 to see all of it. “What if you want to play during the day though? Those walls would let all the sunlight in.”

“They have their own giant shutters that come down automatically during the daylight hours.” She responded. Her tone was curt, causing me to turn back to the desk where she had dropped the knife and cup.

Our eyes locked. In hers I saw hunger and lust as she almost trembled with excitement. I’m sure she saw fear in mine, because she made a conscious effort to try and look comforting. She failed miserably.

“Let’s get this over with…” I said. I walked up to the desk and turned to her. “You should back up a bit while I fill the glass.”

She glared at me, clearly unhappy at being ordered around, but complied, giving me a few meters to work with. She still held the leash tight in her mouth though; testimony to how much she wanted my blood.

I took the knife in one hoof and turned to face her, keeping the desk between us. I didn’t want any surprises while I was vulnerable.

I put my other hoof over the wine glass and brought the knife up to it before shooting a glance at Octavia. Her eyes were wide with excitement and I saw that she had drifted a few steps closer. Her head was tilted back slightly and her nostrils were wide and expectant, waiting for the telltale smell of blood.

I bit my lip nervously and paused in my actions. When she saw this, I saw her eyes ripple with pain as she forced herself to take a step back and give me my space.

Very slowly, I lowered the knife and cut a shallow line through my flesh. As soon as I drew a steady stream of blood, I adjusted my hoof so it had the easiest and most direct course into the cup. I glanced up to see Octavia’s body shuddering as held herself back.

I let my hoof hang over the wine glass until it was almost full, after which I inverted it. The flow of blood slowed dramatically, and I carefully wrapped the towel around my cut, tying it off tight. I held my hoof up to help the cut heal quickly and took a few steps away from the cup.

Octavia didn’t need any prompting. As soon as I stepped back, she jumped to the glass. I saw her pause, drinking in the scent and sighing blissfully before she picked it up and put it to her lips. She started off with a small sip, and I saw her pupils dilate as if she were hunting. She took a second sip, then a third in rapid succession. The cup was two thirds of the way gone by the time she paused. She drank the rest in one gulp, letting it sit it her mouth and swirling it around to taste all the flavors before swallowing it and sighing. Her whole body looked as if it were a marshmallow; she was in ecstasy.

I sorta just stood there awkwardly as she slowly came out of her stupor, waiting cautiously for her to make the next move. It took a few minutes; she looked worse than the Vamponies doping their double Z, but eventually her eyes lost their wide, unfocused quality.

She looked at me, and in her eyes I saw determination. I took a step back, fearing that her she intended to eat me, and she was on her hooves instantly, leash in hoof. I cowered on the ground, knowing for sure this time that if she wanted to eat me, I would be dead in a few short seconds.

But she didn’t. She kept her distance, and I saw that she was perfectly in control. “Alright, come here, let’s get that cut treated. I don’t want Mark or Brandon smelling the blood on you.”

I approached her cautiously, and when she didn’t jump me, I gingerly placed my hoof on the table and removed the rag. The bleeding had stopped, but there was still a long red gash along my hoof.

Octavia took the rag and stuffed her nose in it, sighing blissfully again and lapping at it a few times before pulling back. “That will have to be burned.” She then turned to me and looked me straight in the eye. “You do realise that after having tasted THAT, I’ll never, not ever let you out of my sight, right?”

I nodded. “Whatever, I don’t care what you do if it means I get to keep living.”

“Alright then, but I hope you’re ready for the pampered life of servitude you’re about to begin. You belong to me now, irrevocably.” She looked down at my hoof with the blood already drying and crusting over. “We’ll talk after you clean this and hide it.”

She led me back across the mansion, stopping by the kitchen to throw the rag in the oven and to clean the glass meticulously, although she brought it back to her room with us. Once we got there, she led me to the bathroom and stood next to me as I rubbed my hoof clean and wrapped it in bandages.

All throughout the ordeal, Octavia stared at my hoof. “How did it taste?” I asked. I’m not sure why I wanted to make small talk with my captor; maybe I thought if she got comfortable with me, she’d let me have a few more liberties.

“Like liquid gold. Like the most beautiful gemstones. How can I put this? If I were to die now, I would die with no regrets. It was the most amazing thing to ever touch my pallet, ever.” She said.

Once I was finished, she came over and sniffed at my wound. “I can still smell the blood, but it’s faint. Here.” She took some scented air spray and covered then bandages in it before sniffing again. “No good, I can still smell it. The blood cuts right through it.”

“I have some-” I began, only to stop when she stuck her nose in my armpit. “Hey!”

She looked at me with worry and hunger. “You’re starting to smell like a pony again.”

I felt my eyes widen. “I need to take a shower and renew my spells and put of my cologne!” I begged. “It’s back at my house.”

“Take the shower first.” She instructed, pointing at hers. “It’ll muddle the smell long enough for us to get to your house.

I turned the shower on, carefully adjusting the temperature before getting inside. However, as soon as I reached for the screen, Octavia put her hoof up to stop me.

“Oh come on! I can’t even shower in private? What am I gonna do: bust down the wall, snap the leash and escape in the middle of the night? And I’m going to get the floor all wet.”

“Too bad. I told you before; the price of your life is your privacy. You’ll never leave my sight again, not to pee, not to shower, nothing.”

“And how are you going to have sex? I can’t watch you or I’ll get turned on, and we both know what’ll happen then.”

“I’ll leave you with my other servant.” She sounded uncertain, but didn’t back down. “But you’re right; we can’t just get the floor all wet.”

I moved to close the curtain again, but she stopped me. I was about to tell her to make up her mind when she stepped into the shower behind me.

“Oh you can’t be serious…”

She glared at me and reached for her shampoo. “Look Vinyl, I’m very horny, panicking about your scent and the blood and pony on you is making me hungry again. Right now is definitely NOT a good time for arguments.” She squirted some of the shampoo into her hooves and started to rub it into my mane and coat. “If you want to live through the rest of the night, I suggest you do your best to try and make me happy before I finish what I started.”

“When we get out, can you at least take this thing off my horn long enough for me to re-cast my spells?”

She didn’t answer, passing me the bottle of shampoo with her mouth as she continued to scrub my coat meticulously. I took it from her and got started on my legs, being just as thorough as I am every evening.

Half an hour later, when Octavia had given me a good sniff across my whole body and deemed me acceptable, we got out. She passed me a towel and took one for herself, rubbing herself vigorously and then doing the same to me despite my protests.

“I’m not a dog! I can take care of myself, believe it or not. I managed to stay hidden for 8 years before you showed up, so you don’t have to watch my every move.” I told her irritably.

She flicked me with the towel. “You might have succeeded for 8 years, but you managed to slip up at least once when it counted, and who know how many other times when you just got lucky not to be seen? You belong to me, and I will treat you however I very well want, my SERVANT.” She barked at me. “Now, I’m going to take that thing off for you, but if you try any funny business at all, I won’t hesitate to eat you.”

I gulped nervously as she slowly brought her snout up to my horn and pulled the ring off of it. I felt a brief surge of strength as my magic began flowing through my body again, and I smiled despite the situation.

Or at least I did until I felt her teeth close around my neck. I saw her eyes glaring up at me, basically screaming “Get on with it”. I made it quick, re-casting all my usual spells and adding in few extra layers around my damaged hoof.

“O-okay, I’m done.” I stuttered, and she quickly put the ring back on. “I p-put some extra spells around my hoof, s-so you might not be able to smell the…”

She leaned her muzzle into my hoof and breathed deeply. “No, it’s still there, although it’s much fainter.” She leaned back a bit, perhaps a foot, and took another breath. “Well, it’ll get us to your house safely. Alright, come on, and don’t try anything along the way.”

She took my leash and began walking again. The whole getting led thing was really starting to piss me off, but I knew she wouldn’t change it. Luckily for me, we only saw one or two Vamponies along the way, who ignored us completely.

“So, you’ve drunk my blood, and suddenly you’re a lot more comfortable around me. Does that mean that you’ve acclimatised?” I asked her.

“It’s actually the opposite; I’ve never wanted to jump you more.” She said nonchalantly.

I subconsciously put an extra foot between us. “But you seem so much more relaxed…”

“That’s probably because I’m so full. I don’t know if you noticed, but every time I’ve tried to jump you was when I’m hungry. Now that I have some meat in my belly, it’s much easier to think clearly.” She explained with a creepy smile. “That doesn’t mean you’re any less appetising, so don’t try to take any liberties.”

I gulped again and nodded, to which she said “Good girl.” I think she did it entirely because she knew it was getting on my nerves.

Eventually I took the lead and led her the rest of the way to my house. When we got there, I realised that I’d left it unlocked, although it didn’t look like anyvampony had been inside.

She followed close enough behind me that I could feel her body with my tail. Once we were inside, I went to my bathroom can collected all the stuff I typically used to keep my secret. I splashed the cologne over my neck, armpits, under my tail and around my injured hoof, just for good measure.

With my survival equipment safely stowed in my school saddlebags, I went to my fridge. Octavia stopped me short and asked what I was doing.

“My fruit’s in there. I can’t live off of meat like you.”

“We can’t bring that home with us; Vamponies will look at us funny and question why we have it.”

“Well, typically I go and harvest it during the day, b-”

“No, you’ll have to live without.”

“I’ll die! Octavia, that’s the only thing that gives me nutrition. I NEED to eat fruit or I’ll die of malnutrition; grass and flowers won’t cut it. If you want my blood, we need to figure out a way for me to go get more without arousing suspicion.”

She groaned and stomped her hooves. “I should just eat you, right here, right now. You’ve given me nothing but headaches since I got you.”

“I know this is hard for you.” I can’t believe she needed to be comforted. I’m the one who just became a slave to a predator. If anyone should be getting any comforting, it should be me. “But it’ll get a lot easier once we’ve sorted out all the initial problems. And besides, this is best for both of us.”

She nodded to herself. “Alright, eat what you need. We can come here every day after school and you’ll eat. We can even store the food here.”

“And what about getting more?”

“We’ll deal with that when you run out. How long will this much fruit last?” She asked as she looked at the food with distain. I could see it was making her nauseous.

I took a quick inventory and told her it would last about 3 more days, not including today.

“If we go out tomorrow night to get more, we would have plenty of time to get home.” I offered.

She glared at me. “Just you and me? Miles away from any form of cover from the sun? No dice; it would be too easy for you to stall until daybreak and then get away while I burn to ashes.”

“Well then what? What do you want me to do? I can’t live without fruit!”

“I’ll get one of my servants to get some. I’ll tell them it’s for a school project.”

“Yeah, and that’ll work once. You can’t ask them to do that every week, and won’t they be confused when we ship it all off to my place?”

She glared at me again. “Well then you figure something better out! It’ll work once, so we’ll use it long enough to figure something better out.”

I opened my mouth to protest again when she yanked on the leash, making me choke and splutter. “Listen you needy little pony, I’ve already given you your life. You might not see it that way, but I do, and I can take it back at any moment, so let’s get one thing straight: my fears outweigh your needs. If I fear it, you don’t get it, even if it means you’re going to die! And you had better get used to it, because this is how your life is going to be from now on.”

She took a few deep breaths after her tirade and stared me down, daring me to talk back to her. When I didn’t, she took my head in her hoof and shoved it towards an apple. “Now eat, and make it quick so we can get home and finally get Mark’s cock between my legs. I’ve already skipped like 5 orgasms because of you and I will not miss another!”

And so I ate my meal under Octavia’s harsh glare. Once I finished and dispersed the scent of fruit from my mouth, we left. There were only four hours left until dawn by the time we got back to her house. Both brothers had already returned, having completed their assigned tasks.

As soon as we got in, Octavia sent both servants off. She ordered Mack to “prepare his body” and told Brandon to go get the cuffs, after which she brought me to her room. All the new fittings were in place; the windows were barred, as were the shutters. I knew just by looking that there was no way through those. The door also felt like 10 times heavier and looked three times as thick, and it had 3 new locks on it.

Octavia was barking orders at Brandon, and a second later I could smell why. She was practically leaking on the floor, and I had to breathe through my mouth to hold my own arousal at bay. She had Brandon take out hoof cuffs, four different sets, and made him cuff my legs together. He used two of the sets to make an X shape, with my right front hoof tied to my hind left leg and vice versa for the other set. He then cuffed my front legs to my bed. Octavia tied the leash to her own bed and told Brandon to lock everything.

Finally, when I was cuffed and locked down, Octavia was satisfied. She told Brandon to come with her and left me alone in her room. I sat there, tied down uncomfortably on my bed, and waited. Time passed, and I lost track of it. At some point I thought I heard a cry of bliss, but I couldn’t be sure.

Finally, after well over three hours of shifting the little bit of my body I could to try and find a comfortable position, I heard the lock that was installed on the outside turn. Then the three on the inside turned as well, and Octavia barged into the room, looking completely disheveled. As soon as she saw me, she calmed down. She quickly turned around and locked the door again before trotting over to the bathroom.

She reeked of sex, and as she passed I saw that she still had some white Vampony jizz leaking out her wet and distended snatch. I looked away immediately, but it was way too late. I knew I was in for a rough night of denying myself the liberties of masturbation.

I heard the shower turn on and sighed, waiting somewhat patiently for her to free me from my restraints.

However, once she had finished and trotted out with a somewhat dreamy look on her face, she walked right by me and began unlocking the door. She quickly trotted out and locked it back up behind her.

I had to wait another half an hour for her to return, once again unlocking and then re-locking the door behind her.

“What happened to never letting me out of your sight?” I asked.

“Those hoof cuffs have magic locks. If you managed to undo one, my servants would know instantly. The room also has magic, unbreakable locks, and the magic inhibitor on your head can only be removed by me.”

“But you said you’d never, ev-”

“I know what I said!” She snapped. “But I realised that I can’t go my whole life watching you, so this is where you’re going to stay when I can’t keep my eyes on you.”

She trotted over to her bed and sat down so she could look at me.

“Where did you go?” I asked.

“I just had sex for three hours.”

“I meant after your shower!”

“Oh, I went to get topped up on meat. I’m nice and full now, so tonight will be easy to make it through.”

I nodded. “So… when do I get to ditch these shackles?”

She trotted over and took off the one’s tying my legs together, as well as one of the one’s tying me to my bed, but she left the other on.

“Wh-” I began

“You’ll leave that on throughout the night. If you take it off, my servants will be here in less than 30 seconds.” She trotted over to her bed and lay down. “This way I can actually get some sleep tonight.”

I sighed and flipped over so my back was to her.

“Good day, Vinyl Scratch.”

I didn’t want to answer her, but she yanked on my leash, causing me to choke.

“Good day, Octavia.” I barked.

“We’ll work on your manners later.”

I heard her get comfortable, and I shot a quick glance over my shoulder to see that she was staring at me again.

I tried to get comfortable myself, but between my collar, my hoof that I had to keep stretched out at an awkward angle and my aching mare parts, I just couldn’t find a good position, so it took me another hour to finally conk out.

Author's Notes:

Forgive me for the wait?