FlutterFatality
Edgelord
Twilight follows obediently, even if every part of her wanted to jump off a bridge. Her master was a brutal one, her relationship with him was strenuous to say the least. Now, normally it was mere martial punishment, and in fact her body still bears marks, both temporary and a few more lasting, even as she walks up the aisle.
However her masters cruelest streaks weren't in the beatings, the burning, the shocking, the occasional cutPRor even the whippings. Her masters real sadism came in the form of humiliation. Every once in a while - no more than a month in between at minimum - he would do something that tore her self image to absolute shreds. Each case would be worse than the last; but only gradually!
It started with being degraded in front of a friend, but has since evolved into public humiliation. This was his latest, and absolute worst, stunt. He was forcing her to marry him, and he didn't give a damn how much she didn't want it, he was going to go through with it.
"Twilight! What's taking so long?" He asks, as she begins tearing up. She looks up and away from her staring parents and brother. "I apologize master, please forgive me sir." She chants back lifelessly, with practice so thorough she probably says it in her sleep.
The sight that awaits her as her gaze travels up is even worse. Her old mentor and her old foalsitter, together, smiling, waiting for her to join them and her master so the procession may begin. It makes her audibly sob and bite her lip to stave off hiccups, and reluctantly she gets up to the platform.
As the lines are read, Twilight ponders how the hell she got here, why it had to be this way, and why in tartarus this was even allowed, much less happening. But she kept drawing the same conclusion: because she wanted it. On some deep, hidden level, she wanted, nay needed this sort of degradation and belittlement.
"-take this mare, Princess Twilight Sparkle, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Celestia asks the domineering figure. "I do," he responds, adding, "but don't bother asking her. Its not like she has a choice. She's mine, has been since before this, the marriage only proves it on paper."
Twilight collapses into a racking fit, not because of her masters statement, but because of what followed after it. "In that case I pronounce you husband and wife. Please present rings and kiss."
The purple, miserable pony feels something cold slide down her horn, and is suddenly cut off from the minute, magical vibrations of the world around her. Her magic has been silenced, and now she's being kissed by a stallion whom she both hates with all her being, and loves more than anypony on the planet.
But yet... Its the latter bit of that warring emotion that wins out. She can't help but love him, she can't help but want this, she can't help it at all.
In her fit, Twilight doesn't see her family stand and politely excuse themselves from the premesis. She doesn't notice someone bring her master cords of rope, nor the black leather whip she's so used to seeing.
Twilight knew about the marriage, the whole world did. But she was the only one in the world that didn't know what was about to happen next, in front of everypony....
However her masters cruelest streaks weren't in the beatings, the burning, the shocking, the occasional cut
It started with being degraded in front of a friend, but has since evolved into public humiliation. This was his latest, and absolute worst, stunt. He was forcing her to marry him, and he didn't give a damn how much she didn't want it, he was going to go through with it.
"Twilight! What's taking so long?" He asks, as she begins tearing up. She looks up and away from her staring parents and brother. "I apologize master, please forgive me sir." She chants back lifelessly, with practice so thorough she probably says it in her sleep.
The sight that awaits her as her gaze travels up is even worse. Her old mentor and her old foalsitter, together, smiling, waiting for her to join them and her master so the procession may begin. It makes her audibly sob and bite her lip to stave off hiccups, and reluctantly she gets up to the platform.
As the lines are read, Twilight ponders how the hell she got here, why it had to be this way, and why in tartarus this was even allowed, much less happening. But she kept drawing the same conclusion: because she wanted it. On some deep, hidden level, she wanted, nay needed this sort of degradation and belittlement.
"-take this mare, Princess Twilight Sparkle, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Celestia asks the domineering figure. "I do," he responds, adding, "but don't bother asking her. Its not like she has a choice. She's mine, has been since before this, the marriage only proves it on paper."
Twilight collapses into a racking fit, not because of her masters statement, but because of what followed after it. "In that case I pronounce you husband and wife. Please present rings and kiss."
The purple, miserable pony feels something cold slide down her horn, and is suddenly cut off from the minute, magical vibrations of the world around her. Her magic has been silenced, and now she's being kissed by a stallion whom she both hates with all her being, and loves more than anypony on the planet.
But yet... Its the latter bit of that warring emotion that wins out. She can't help but love him, she can't help but want this, she can't help it at all.
In her fit, Twilight doesn't see her family stand and politely excuse themselves from the premesis. She doesn't notice someone bring her master cords of rope, nor the black leather whip she's so used to seeing.
Twilight knew about the marriage, the whole world did. But she was the only one in the world that didn't know what was about to happen next, in front of everypony....