Ex-Smooze Me! Please!

Lesson 4 - The Cat's Meow

Fluttershy’s stomach was growling. She was starving. The changeling had carefully led her back to the cellar just before first light. It had been an effort, Fluttershy could barely walk. Her legs had been almost completely numb and had shaken the whole way back. After she had been secured to the wall, Fluttershy had passed out almost instantly when her twin started to sing a lullaby.

Now it was evening again, and Fluttershy was awake once more. This time, she woke up before the other pony appeared. Fluttershy spent a moment trying to figure out how she was going to escape. The other pony was convincing; when it was around she had a very hard time saying no. It’s eyes were just so pretty, and its body was terribly strong.

She knew what had happened to her was wrong. She didn’t understand how, or why it had been so easy to forget how wrong it was last night. But that’s what the pony had taught her. Some things were best forgotten. Was that the lesson it had tried to teach her? That she just needed to forget how wrong everything was and just do what the pony said?

There was something very disturbing about the other pony. Fluttershy wasn’t sure what it was, but it unsettled her now that she had some time to think about it. That pony acted nice, but did bad things. And those lessons it was trying to teach her? They made her very uncomfortable.

So far, the lessons were scary things. She would obey the other pony. She belonged to Lord Smooze. And she would forget how wrong that all was. These lessons were not things Fluttershy wanted to learn. It felt like the pony was training her to be some kind of slave. That was not a life Fluttershy wanted to live. She had to escape. It had been talking about Twilight, maybe Twilight would realize something was wrong and come save her?

Twilight was an intellectual dynamo, and the other pony had mentioned that it was inviting her over. Or maybe Rainbow Dash would save her. Dash was fast, and even though this pony was strong, there was no way it was as fast as Rainbow was. Fluttershy would regularly meet with Dash to help with tricks, and Dash would help her with the animals sometime. There was no way the changeling could keep up the facade in front of so many of her friends.

So all Fluttershy had to do was last long enough for her friends to find her. She had a spa date with Rarity in a few days. If she could last that long then Rarity would easily notice something was wrong with the other pony, and come to check on Fluttershy. If she couldn’t last, well, she wasn’t sure what would happen. But it couldn’t be good. It would probably be something perverse.

Something like the cruel pony lording over her and grinning maniacally. It would call Fluttershy its “Kitty” and tell her to lick its hooves. Then Fluttershy would lick fervently, starting low and working her way up the other pony’s leg. Fluttershy would lick higher and higher until her face was inches away from the other mares sex.

The other pony would taunt her, teasing her and making her go back down when all Fluttershy wanted was a taste of its honey pot. She would have to lick its hooves some more, cleaning dirt and grime off while the feast of slippery flesh dangled above her. She would keep doing this until the other pony was done watching her squirm. Until she was dripping wet with desire. That’s when the kitty would get her warm and wet reward.

Fluttershy shuddered. She was fantasizing. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, and shamefully realized that she was more than just a little worked up. Fluttershy hung her head. She had never had thoughts like this before. Even her mind was working against her. What had the monster done to her?

She felt a sharp pang in her stomach; she was hungry. She’d had plenty of tea last night, but nothing to eat. It had been two days, or maybe nights, and she hadn’t had anything to eat at all. She heard a grumbling noise from her tummy. Hopefully her friends would come soon.

She heard the hatch opening, and saw the changeling come in. Of course it would be the monster. Fluttershy had gotten her hopes up that maybe one of her friends was on their way right now. Still, she had to believe in them. They were the only thing that could save her now.

“Good evening, Fluttershy. Are you hungry?” The other pony fluttered gently down to her and smiled sweetly.

Fluttershy avoided looking into its eyes. “Umm... Yes.” The other pony just stood next to her silently. Fluttershy gave in and looked at her pleadingly. “I… need to eat something.” The other pony had such deep eyes, Fluttershy was afraid she’d get lost in them.

“You certainly look it.” The other pony leaned in close to Fluttershy and whispered into her ear. “Then again, you look good enough to eat as well...” A warm soft tongue caressed Fluttershy’s ear.

Fluttershy began to whimper and felt her heart start to race. It was happening again. The other pony was making her feel this way. Her face flushed and she leaned her head into the pony’s mane. Relaxing and breathing in its scent, she let her body run wild. What was so wrong with this anyway? It was nice.

The other pony stood up and started to work with the bindings that held Fluttershy. “Oh... you’re a frisky kitty tonight. Maybe I’ll play with you, too.” Fluttershy shuddered in delight.

“That would be...” She stopped herself. This was wrong. What was happening?

“Almost there, kitty cat.” The other pony playfully winked at her and Fluttershy felt horrified with herself. The changeling wasn’t talking about letting her go. It was talking about her mind. “And... there we go. You can walk around a bit now.” The other pony plopped down on the ground and watched Fluttershy appraisingly.

Fluttershy looked up at the trap door. It seemed higher than it was yesterday, and the ceiling was so dark around it. She looked back at the other pony and gave her wings an experimental flap. She might be able to make it. The other pony might be faster, but it was laying down right now, watching her lazily.

Fluttershy could wander around the room and take off right beneath the trapdoor. She might make it. Fluttershy walked slowly around the room, inspecting the wall. Long grooves ran the length. It looked like it was carved out of the earth. Not like it was dug.

As she neared the center of the room, she looked up at the trapdoor. It was like a beacon of light in a pitch black night. Like the moon in her starless sky. It was so high up now. She gulped and looked at the other pony. It smiled sadly and shook its head side to side. It knew what she had been thinking.

Fluttershy sighed. It was a terrible plan anyways. Only her friends could save her; she could never save herself. Fluttershy walked slowly back to the pony. She looked up at the pony, and her tummy grumbled. She was starving.

“Is my little kitty hungry?” The other pony asked.

“Umm... Yes.” Fluttershy watched the other walk up to her. Something about what it had said made her feel giddy and light. It leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. Fluttershy kissed back, closing her eyes and pressing forward. It felt so nice to be kissed like this. So nice to just let go and do what her body wanted. What had she been fighting again?

The other pony pulled away and reached inside of its saddle bags. It pulled out something dark blue, with a little bell on it. “I got a collar for my kitty. Hold still and let me put it on.”

Fluttershy dutifully held perfectly rigid as the other pony slipped the collar over her head. It fit snugly, but well. “Rarity was a little confused when I had her make me this. I told her I’d explain it on our spa date this weekend.” Fluttershy gulped. It seemed like Rarity wasn’t going to save her. “You’re going to show it off to her, like a good kitty.”

Fluttershy did not like the sound of that. It made her nervous. The changeling wasn’t done yet though. “But first I need to train you to be a good kitty. The first rule of being a good kitty is to say ‘meow’ after everything you speak. Do it.”

Fluttershy was silent for a moment before she worked up the courage to speak. Something about what the changeling had said made her feel very good. “Umm... meow? Is that right?” It seemed easy enough.

“No. Bad kitty. Try again.”

Hearing “bad kitty” almost physically hurt. Fluttershy flinched before she tried again. “Oh. Umm... How about this, meow?” She was much more careful. She did not want to be called bad again.

The other pony slithered up to her, grinning wickedly. It gently nibbled on her ear as it gave her a reward in its silky low voice. “Good kitty...”

Fluttershy felt her heart race and her wings flutter. She accidently spoke. “Oh... my...” After a moment she hastily added, “um.. meow.” Something about the way the other pony had spoke made her shudder. Fluttershy remembered how she had been trained to “share”. Was this something like that? But when had the other pony done this to her?

Fluttershy thought back to the previous night. It was hot and sweaty, and the other pony had called her a “good kitty” with that tone. It had called her kitty plenty, but it had reserved that tone for special times. It had reserved that tone for just after she came. And it had stared at her with those deep, beautiful eyes. Fluttershy felt herself grow more heated at the thought. She didn’t know why, but she was dripping like a faucet.

“Now. The next rule for my kitty is that she needs to be able to use her whiskers and her tail.” Fluttershy tilted her head in question as she looked back at the pony. She turned around and lifted her tail, presenting herself. It was easy, natural. It even felt good to stretch like this now.

“Meow?” Fluttershy asked.

The other pony chuckled as it pulled something else out of its bags. “Not quite, but that’s a good show, kitty.” Fluttershy blushed, but held her lewd pose. “No, you need to learn to use your other senses. Eyes are good, but your body is important as well.” The other pony came close and wrapped a piece of blue cloth around Fluttershy’s face. She couldn’t see anything through it.

The changeling positioned Fluttershy, sitting her down on her rump and spreading her legs in front of her. Fluttershy held her front hooves up in front of her like paws. If she was going to be a kitty, she should look like one. “Meow?”

Fluttershy felt the other pony pat her on the head. “We’ll start off easy. All you have to do is to make Momma Fluttershy cum. If you do that, I’ll get you some milk. I’ll even help get you started.”

A tail brushed by Fluttershy’s head, and then she felt it rest down the back of her mane. Fluttershy was hungry. She wanted something to eat. And she’d already been such a good kitty. Going a little further wouldn’t hurt. Fluttershy felt heat on her face, and smelled the unmistakable scent of arousal. The other pony had positioned herself right in front of Fluttershy.

Fluttershy leaned forward and bumped her nose against something warm and soft. The other pony giggled quietly. “Silly kitty. Use your tongue.” She felt the warm fleshy thing rub against her face. Fluttershy opened her mouth and gave a tentative lick.

The other pony shuddered and moaned softly. She spoke low and deep, causing fluttershy to feel a wave of satisfaction. “Good kitty. Very good kitty.”

Fluttershy liked that. She liked making the other pony moan and shake, she liked the delicate sensation against her tongue. She especially liked the “good kitty”. Her own body was already burning with desire, it just stoked her flames. Fluttershy wanted this. She wanted to hear the other pony moan and call her kitty. She let the other pony know with a throaty, drawn out, “Meoow...” as she buried her face into the warm flesh.

Fluttershy had no idea what to do with her tongue. But that didn’t stop her. She licked up and down the length, teasing the hole at the bottom and making sure to give the little bump up top a nudge. Every few seconds she took a break just to suckle on the squishy nub, holding it in her lips and flicking her tongue across. Then she’d lightly suck, feeling the warm flesh stretch into her mouth.This made the other pony squeak, and Fluttershy wet.

The taste was tangy and strong. It overpowered her senses, filling her nose and mouth. She loved it. A bitter, salty taste was found in the hole. It made her tongue slick, and let her slide it over and through every slippery part with no resistance. The other pony was breathing heavily, moaning and muttering with abandon.

“Good kitty! Right there! Yes! Oh.. keep doing that.” The other pony was vocal, pushing Fluttershy forward and egging her on. Coaching her. Fluttershy could hear the other pony flap it’s wings and occasionally stop mid sentence to gasp when Fluttershy did something particularly nice.

Her mouth began to fill with the other pony’s slick arousal, and Fluttershy wantonly gulped it. The feeling was satisfying, sating some deeper hunger. Fluttershy would return her saliva coated tongue to roughly stroke the other pony, only to dig deeper into its flesh again and come out wet and slick. The other pony would squeak when she did that. Fluttershy reveled in the noises the pony made.

Fluttershy began to suckle the other pony’s clit with her upper lip and press her tongue deeply into the wet hole at the same time. The other pony shuddered, and screamed, “Don’t... Stop... doing... tha.. aa.. at!” Fluttershy felt the other pony tense up tightly, and she did exactly as she was told.

The pony grunted loudly as it forced air out of its lungs and pushed itself rhythmically into Fluttershy. She felt the slippery hole squeeze her tongue tightly a few times, and then something wet and thick ran into her mouth. It tasted odd, more musky than anything. Fluttershy savored it, rolling it about in her mouth as she furiously licked the other pony’s hole.

The other pony slowed it’s breathing down and relaxed, “Okay... That was good. You can stop now.”

Fluttershy pulled back, but she wasn’t done yet. She didn’t want to be done. Her mouth was filled with something heady, and her wings were a mess. She was shaking and shivering all over. She felt herself leaking messily on the floor, her dirty pussycat on display for anypony that happened to look. She was showing it to one pony in particular. Fluttershy’s ears perked up through her ravished mane.

That wonderful silky voice with the magic words filled her ears, “Who’s my good kitty?”

Fluttershy flushed with heat, and shuddered as her pussy tightened itself on nothing in response. She came hard. Her body shook and her muscles convulsed as she felt an indescribable joy flow through her. Fluttershy squeaked uncontrollably as her wild mane flung back and forth across her burning face and her wings shivered. She was a good kitty. Fluttershy opened her mouth in ecstasy, letting some of the musky stuff drip off her tongue and over her coat as she came.

As the orgasm left her Fluttershy caught her breath. Her recovering mind weakly remembered that it was important to respond. Good kitties always responded. Fluttershy struggled to speak and slurred her words just a touch, but she managed. “I ammm, meow!”

“That’s right. And good kitties get rewards. I think I promised you some milk, right? Lets get you fed. That’s today’s lesson. If you serve Lord smooze, he will always take care of you.”