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     She had to spend six months in the branding chamber. While the true king bonds with blaze after only one session, we were attempting something never before done. She was an outsider and a mare, no one expected her to be anything as special as a King of kings. Thus we had to work her hard to separate her from her old identity. Solidarity for six days with minimal food and water. Every week, she was strapped down. Every week, she was told her title and purpose. Every week, her new mark was burned into her her flank until it eventually stopped blistering and set into her fur. She had cried, she had begged for mercy, she had repeated her old name and life ad nauseum. But, slower than the kings of the past had, she had accepted her new destiny and the mark stopped trying to heal. And her new name, Queen Bee. She was finally ready to meet her king.

    I will admit, I was less than composed inside. This was a mare, they are weak minded and feeble, nowhere near my level, but did they have to be so beautiful? Even at my tender young age, I knew she was a perfect complement for me. Her strong genes would raise me up and she would support my every whim. What more could a King ask for?

    They led the filly into my chambers in chains and a magic dampener ring. Her head was bowed low and her eyes fixed to the carpet. Her legs bore the marks of the branding table and her new queen cutie mark bore the traditional scars of a rough branding acceptance. She was shaking, but not screaming or fighting. I nodded to the servants and they exited in haste. Rising from my bed, I made my way towards my Queen Bee. She shrunk down, but caught her face with my hoof.

    “Rise now, Queen.” I commanded.

    She rose, body stiff and tense. I smiled at her and removed her chains. Finally, the filly looked at me, eyes uncertain and scared.

    “Do you know who I am?” I asked.

    She shook her head.

    “I am your king. Chicken ala King to most of the world, the humble son of and future owner of a grocer’s shop. But the truly worthy know me as the King of kings, or simply King.”

    Her eyes grew wide. She knew what that meant.

    “Who are you filly?” It was time to test her.

    “P-p—q...” she faltered at first, but a mild crackle of magic from my horn reminded her of her duty. “Queen Bee.”

    “Excellent.” I stroked her chin. She flinched, but soon melted into the kind touch. It was the first gentle action she had experienced in a long time, by design of course.

    But I pulled away quickly, she couldn’t get used to pampering, not until she proved her proper worth. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be in estrus for a few years yet, so for now, she would truly learn her place in our world.

    “Are you hungry? Or thirsty?”

    She nodded. She failed the second test. My horn flared with magic and pushed her head down to the ground. I squeezed her hard until she whimpered.

    “You don’t decide when you are hungry or thirsty. I decide what you are, what you are feeling and when! That is my role as your king and you will be grateful and obey!”

    I released my grip. She stayed on the ground, twitching and crying softly. I stomped my hoof and she rose instantly, swaying slightly.

    “Again Queen Bee. Are you hungry or thirsty?”

“I-I-I am whatever you want me to be, my King.”

    “Well said Queen Bee.” I stroked her chin briefly again. “Now, the lower ones have prepared a meal for us. I will sit at the table, while you will sit down by my hooves, as that is your proper place as a mare. A queen can never rise higher than her king. Is this acceptable?”

    “Whatever y-you say my King.”

    “You are learning Queen Bee. Now come and eat. When we are done, your education on your role will intensify. Do not fear, your King will be with you the whole time.”

    “Th-thank you my King.” Queen Bee dropped into a bow. I couldn’t help but smile; she could be taught. She could learn her place and be molded into as perfect of a mare as they could be expected to be. With any luck, in no less than five years, my brilliant plan would come to pass.

Do you think this needs a warning? It’s got some scaring and blood, but nothing over the top... Anyway, the story continues, with a plan unfolding. A tortured soul has her life changed forever. What happens next? Stay tuned!

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For the base of the cutie mark: www.deviantart.com/cgh-walker/…

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Description

     She had to spend six months in the branding chamber. While the true king bonds with blaze after only one session, we were attempting something never before done. She was an outsider and a mare, no one expected her to be anything as special as a King of kings. Thus we had to work her hard to separate her from her old identity. Solidarity for six days with minimal food and water. Every week, she was strapped down. Every week, she was told her title and purpose. Every week, her new mark was burned into her her flank until it eventually stopped blistering and set into her fur. She had cried, she had begged for mercy, she had repeated her old name and life ad nauseum. But, slower than the kings of the past had, she had accepted her new destiny and the mark stopped trying to heal. And her new name, Queen Bee. She was finally ready to meet her king.

    I will admit, I was less than composed inside. This was a mare, they are weak minded and feeble, nowhere near my level, but did they have to be so beautiful? Even at my tender young age, I knew she was a perfect complement for me. Her strong genes would raise me up and she would support my every whim. What more could a King ask for?

    They led the filly into my chambers in chains and a magic dampener ring. Her head was bowed low and her eyes fixed to the carpet. Her legs bore the marks of the branding table and her new queen cutie mark bore the traditional scars of a rough branding acceptance. She was shaking, but not screaming or fighting. I nodded to the servants and they exited in haste. Rising from my bed, I made my way towards my Queen Bee. She shrunk down, but caught her face with my hoof.

    “Rise now, Queen.” I commanded.

    She rose, body stiff and tense. I smiled at her and removed her chains. Finally, the filly looked at me, eyes uncertain and scared.

    “Do you know who I am?” I asked.

    She shook her head.

    “I am your king. Chicken ala King to most of the world, the humble son of and future owner of a grocer’s shop. But the truly worthy know me as the King of kings, or simply King.”

    Her eyes grew wide. She knew what that meant.

    “Who are you filly?” It was time to test her.

    “P-p—q...” she faltered at first, but a mild crackle of magic from my horn reminded her of her duty. “Queen Bee.”

    “Excellent.” I stroked her chin. She flinched, but soon melted into the kind touch. It was the first gentle action she had experienced in a long time, by design of course.

    But I pulled away quickly, she couldn’t get used to pampering, not until she proved her proper worth. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be in estrus for a few years yet, so for now, she would truly learn her place in our world.

    “Are you hungry? Or thirsty?”

    She nodded. She failed the second test. My horn flared with magic and pushed her head down to the ground. I squeezed her hard until she whimpered.

    “You don’t decide when you are hungry or thirsty. I decide what you are, what you are feeling and when! That is my role as your king and you will be grateful and obey!”

    I released my grip. She stayed on the ground, twitching and crying softly. I stomped my hoof and she rose instantly, swaying slightly.

    “Again Queen Bee. Are you hungry or thirsty?”

“I-I-I am whatever you want me to be, my King.”

    “Well said Queen Bee.” I stroked her chin briefly again. “Now, the lower ones have prepared a meal for us. I will sit at the table, while you will sit down by my hooves, as that is your proper place as a mare. A queen can never rise higher than her king. Is this acceptable?”

    “Whatever y-you say my King.”

    “You are learning Queen Bee. Now come and eat. When we are done, your education on your role will intensify. Do not fear, your King will be with you the whole time.”

    “Th-thank you my King.” Queen Bee dropped into a bow. I couldn’t help but smile; she could be taught. She could learn her place and be molded into as perfect of a mare as they could be expected to be. With any luck, in no less than five years, my brilliant plan would come to pass.

Do you think this needs a warning? It’s got some scaring and blood, but nothing over the top... Anyway, the story continues, with a plan unfolding. A tortured soul has her life changed forever. What happens next? Stay tuned!

For the background: www.deviantart.com/blackgryph0…

For the base of the cutie mark: www.deviantart.com/cgh-walker/…

If you like this, please tell me! And if you don't, tell me what I could do to improve!

Enjoy!