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Mary's Nightmare

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Thisguyintherobes

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"Maaaary..."

The horse stirred, rolling her head from side to side as she swam through the depths, up and up and up, back to the realm of the living and the waking and the conscious.

But she didn't want to be awake. Her heart pounded, mouth dry and bitter tasting as if she had thrown up at some point earlier. There was something there, someone there that she could not bear - and who would? Her sickening games and twisted dreams would crack the resolve of the most hardened equine, drive them down and down and down back into the dark and depressing depths.

And yet they were still a better place to be rather than the subject of her games.

"Mary!"

A sharp slap drew her back to life and the black horse squealed, gasping as her eyes snapped open. The red panda blew her a kiss and spun on the spot.

"My dear! So glad you could join me again!"

Chest heaving - naked, of course she was naked - Mary whipped her head from left to right, seeing only the bare hospital room that she had become, terribly, accustomed too over the last... What had it been? Days? Weeks? Lord above - had it been months? Time ceased to have any real meaning in the realm of Alexia's nightmare room and Mary only wished to have that time come to an abrupt, shuddering end if escape was no longer to be possible.

Hey, she could dream...right?

Alexia smiled toothily, eyes hard and unyielding, the humour never quite reaching their depths to warm the silken pools one could find there, if they so chose. An overly sexual nurse's outfit, worse even than what Mary may have donned herself in years gone past for the Halloween parties she'd never wanted to attend, clad her hourglass form, the pink skirt sticking out at an odd angle that really left nothing at all to the imagination. A pair of bright, latex gloves completed the look, as if she needed an added ounce of medical attire to really cement her position in the game she'd chosen.

Mary never liked a single one of her games.

The red panda could have been pretty if her lips had not been painted with shocking red lipstick. It was as if she'd been trying to go for the exact colour of blood: Mary's blood. Heaven knew, the horse had seen it enough, but the sight of it never failed to turn her stomach each and every time.

"Marrrrry."

She turned her head away. If she ignored the panda, maybe she'd disappear.

"Marrrrry."

Oh, leave me to die...

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Sometimes darkness was the only escape, but Alexia grabbed her muzzle and yanked her head around, painted claws biting sharply into her jaw. Mary swallowed a cry, eyes hard even as they brimmed over with tears.

"Maybe you need a little lesson, Mary," Alexia clucked, shaking her head slowly as if the equine was a disappointing foal before her. "You're being a very bad girl, Mary. Lights out for you!"

And then the silken cloth - it should have been beautiful, a scarf or something else fine adorning a lady's evening attire - pressed over her muzzle. She didn't have to know what the panda had smeared on it as the thick, cloying scent invaded her nostrils and her struggles grew weaker and weaker with every passing second, wrenching at the bed until her muscles refused to obey her bidding. Her head swam, eyes rolling with a rim of white as that insane giggle bubbled forth once again.

It was sickening how much the red panda enjoyed putting her under, a paw caressing her throat and breasts as she sank down and down and down and down. Only it would not be for the last time.

It was never for the last time.

The last thing she saw until the darkness dragged her down once more was the fluttering, aquamarine cloth, so innocent and yet so deadly in its purpose. It teased over her muzzle like a lover's kiss, but that kind of sweetness was so very long gone from her brutally nightmarish world.

It could have been beautiful.

It should have been beautiful.

Alexia wasn't beautiful.

The darkness could not last forever, however, and she unwillingly swam back to the realm of the conscious and the living with a gasp that had her whole body shuddering

"Mary, you are a naughty patient. Whatever am I going to do to you?"

The mare clenched her teeth, ears pinned back to her skull.

"Let. Me. Go."

Tutting, Alexia clicked her tongue disapprovingly against the roof of her mouth.

"Oh, Mary, I thought we were past that. You are such a disappointment to your teacher, your superior, you really are. Don't you know that I only want the best for you?"

But Mary didn't know that. She knew something else. The straps around her wrists had loosened when her position had been changed and, somehow, it had become possible for her to slip one paw out. Pushing her shoulder into the bed, she hid her tentative freedom with the bulk of her body, gritting her teeth as she spat at the panda.

"Fuck you!"

"Oh, Mary..."

Those words would have chilled her to the bone at any time, but the panda turned her back for a moment as she rummaged through a hospital cart, laid out with all manner of items that Mary really didn't want to find out the use of.

One wrist out. She ripped the strap off the other, bare breasts heaving as she wasted no time in freeing her fetlocks too. Alexia straightened in a sharp snap as the equine's hooves hit the polished linoleum and hissed like a viper as her charge raced for the exit.

"Mary, did you really think it would be so easy?"

She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. All she could do was try, go for the escape she longed to have, one door, one step out of the nightmare that had become her life. Yet as her paw closed around the handle, shaking and shaking it as if a dog with a rat, the door would not open. She screamed, but the blood roared too fiercely in her ears to actually hear her own, blood-curdling tone and the red panda's claws jabbed into her arms even through the gloves as she was suddenly yanked back.

Dragged to the bed once more, quite literally kicking and screaming for it was all she could hope to do, something - anything - to voice her hatred of the life she'd been forced into. Only it wasn't much of a life at all as those latex covered paws forced her back onto all fours, arms stretched out before her to be strapped in like a patient who was deemed dangerous.

"Oh, Mary... You'll never escape," Alexia taunted her, pressing the back of her forearm across her throat as the equine continued to fight, eyes bulging and ears back, fighting her renewed restraint. "This is all under my control. You are under my control, now and forever, darling."

"There's still a window," she wheezed, defiant even as Alexia pressed down on her throat, cutting off any breath that she might have had. "I'm not giving up yet!"

Smirking, Alexia tapped Mary on the nose, securing her restraints on both paws and fetlocks once more.

"And_that_, Mary, is just why you are my favourite toy!"

The equine's chest heaved and, just for good measure, the red panda pinched a nipple, yanking it out from her body as if to simply cause that extra, delicious note of pain. Mary grunted, the fact that she bit her tongue the only thing that kept her from screaming as Alexia blew her a kiss and lifted an almost comically large needle. Much bigger than what would have been used for normal-sized furries, it was more like an obscene tool that would have been used to treat farm animals. Mary shuddered. Maybe that's all she was to Alexia. Stock to be used and cast away when she had served her purpose.

But when would her purpose come to an end?

Alexia pursed her lips. It wasn't pretty.

"Mary, you need a stronger lesson. Stay still for your shot now, good girl."

She had not realised how her buttocks were left raised on all fours, chest pressed down as she stretched out her arms. Too late, she clamped her tail down

"You'll_love_ this, Mary - it's my favourite new game!"

The panda always had a favourite new game. Mary ground her teeth together and let out a long, low groan as electric pain seared through her veins, spreading out from the point of injection. Just another toy, though something she couldn't claw off like the nipple clamps and the Wartenberg pinwheel - the points sharpened to draw blood, of course. But it seemed that the panda had something else in mind entirely as Mary's fetlocks slipped too easily out of the fabric restraints and the equine found herself, miraculously, free once more.

And she was about to take advantage of every moment of that freedom, hope blossoming in her chest like a flame that would not quite go out, no matter what Alexia did to her. She lunged for the window, scraggly, green curtains pulled close over the panes, and beat her paws on the glass, searching for a lock even as the panda, like a predatory species, stalked her down. Pain rippled through her, claiming every inch of her nervous system as Mary screeched, the sound shivering into an ear-splitting whinny that, truly, no one besides Alexia would ever hear.

"Mary - we're not done yet! Get back to bed!"

As if she was a true nurse chasing down a naughty foal who wouldn't take their medicine, Alexia leapt after Mary, brandishing the silken cloth that haunted her sleeping nightmares. The waking nightmares were not all that much different, but the death of sleep meant that there was always some kind of nightmare there to control her mind.

As she opened the window and thrust her muzzle out into the cold embrace of a snowy night, Mary took just the one breath of freedom before Chloroform - at least, that's what she assumed it was - flooded her lungs once more. Growling into her ear, Alexia hauled her bodily back, easily showing off Mary's comparative weakness as she handled her as she would a babe. Shoving the cloth into the equine's nostrils and mouth, she gave her victim no chance to escape as she was put under once more.

When Mary woke again, she was suspended above the metal frame of the hospital bed, bars missing from the headboard. A brace supported her back, but only succeeded in holding her torso immobile as her arms stretched out, a pulley system keeping her just a couple of feet above the blissful confines of the stiff, old mattress. The equine sucked in a breath, nostrils flaring fearfully as the red panda leaned over the foot of the bed, lips twisted into an ugly grimace.

That was a dangerous look.

"Aw, Mary, the injection wore off. You didn't get to play my favourite game."

Against herself, relief swamped the equine. The pain. She remembered that pain. Pain she couldn't claw away, rub away or flee from. But the jab in her buttock, too close to her exposed cunt, made her shriek and reflexively jerk away.

"Ah, ah..." Alexia held a finger to her lips, eyes wide and mocking. "Shush, shush now, we wouldn't want to cause a disturbance would we?"

The deed was done, however, and Mary gasped, agony coursing through her as if she had been bitten by a serpent. She went to claw at her legs, her hips, her stomach, but her arms were too firmly secured and all she could do was swing wildly in suspension, beaten and mind broken until she, finally, passed out.

Body slumping, Mary went limp, head falling back as her tongue lolled from her mouth. Alexia threw her syringe inside, needle glistening with liquid and whipped another cloth from her front pocket as if she'd been waiting to use it. Tying it around Mary's muzzle, she closed her mouth with shocking tenderness and hauled on the ropes that lowered her body to the bed, restraints loosened, at least for the moment, for her to lie somewhat naturally.

But she had to break the moment. Grabbing Mary's cloth-covered muzzle, she shook her head from side to side and giggled at how her ears flopped, a maniacal edge colouring her tone as she slapped her about like a rag doll.

Ah, well...

Her victim out for the count, at least for the time being, Alexia let out a huge, heavy sigh and lifted a white sheet, flapping it out until it floated down over Mary like a shroud. Only then did the red panda sit herself in the straight-backed chair beside the bed, head bowed as if in grief and paws hanging loosely beside her, fingers unfurled.

There would be time. Perhaps a weaker dose next time.

She fingered the silk cloth, running it between her fingers over and over as she held down the urge to press it to Mary's muzzle once more, demonstrating her control even as the equine languished in unconsciousness.

"Goodnight, my Mary, until next time."

For Alexia would have her again, just when she pleased.

The panda giggled and clapped her paws, the silk cloth wound between her fingers, her own little kind of lover's touch.

There were many more nightmares to play out.