I used to be able to walk and talk, fly freely to wherever I desired to fly. I'm a well respected pony and I could choose to eat whatever food I'd like to eat and talk with all my beloved friends... I haven't see them for a long time.
I used to be an eternal living princess. Hell I even used to be a good student of a eternal princess before I became one myself.
My life was good, not perfect, but compared to most, mine was almost made up of magically gold covered roads and streets, not because I was rich, eternal living or had many shiny things. No, it was because I had so many good friends.
But that's all gone now. My wings are tied and my freedom was taken from me on that fateful day. It's so long ago now but I remember it as if it happened yesterday.
I had returned to the library to get a hold of a good book I could enjoy outside on that sunny Saturday.
As I was getting the book I wanted off of the top shelf, the door I had left open behind me was shut tightly with a loud bang.
I turned to look towards the door and felt a surge of magical energy radiating from it. Of course my curiosity reeled me in and pulled me to this new source of magic, wanting to know more about it.
But before I had any time to examine the magically charged door, it was flung open again and a two legged tall freak in strange looking garments crawled through it and forced a tight bridle onto my head and pulled me back into the dark nothing of the open door before I could cast a spell to counter my kidnapper.
The next I remember after being pulled through the door was the feeling of falling and spinning.
A rope connected to the tight bridle had a heavy weight at the other end that I couldn't see.
This weight decided my general direction and I tried to resist it's pull but all I got in return was more spinning and turning, along with one last glimpse of the door to my home closing behind me and a feeling of my magical powers being locked away.
The falling and spinning finally came to a sudden stop as I landed on my belly on something soft, a bed apparently.
Dizzy and with my heart pounding, I tried to orientate myself but before I could make sense of anything or figure out where my kidnapper had landed, I felt something skin-like softly stroke itself against my dry private spot.
My heart skipped a beat as i gasped in surprise. I tried to push my hind legs together to close off access but my legs found other two strong long legs blocking my way. I quickly turned my head and looked up, only to find my naked kidnapper with a twisted grin on his face.
I panicked and struggled to a stumbling stand, trying to run away but the two legged freaks flat skin-like claws grabbed my hindquarters, pulling me to him and in that same single motion thrust himself into the dryness of my private spot.
It was humiliating and painful. Unable to escape my captors grasp, I wanted to scream at the highest pitch my voice could muster in the hope someone would save me...
But I was so scared that all I could do was to let my tears roll down my face in silence as he continued his violating act.
I could feel his labored breathing hit the sensitive areas up along the top of my neck as he licked me there.
His thrusts were getting more and more violent as he was nearing his climax. I knew what would happen soon and tears blurred my vision as they increased, I didn't want this to happen. I wanted him to stop now!
But it was too late... I felt his ejaculation spray out and nest inside my tummy. I closed my eyes in pain and sorrow as my captor collapsed onto my back in exhaustion.
I had let my head drop onto a pillow in front of me to rest. The harsh treatment had left me weak and defeated. My tears had stopped for a brief moment but returned when I felt the hot goop planted inside me leak out and roll down onto the bed sheets.
Why did this happen to me? All I ever wanted was to spend my free time with my friends, not this violent assailant.
The two legged freak stroked my mane kindly with one of his skin-like claws as he spoke and the leather bridle was pulled off my face.
“There, there my dear, you'll feel better soon... Here, a well earned reward for you”, he cooed as he placed a small sugar cube not too far form my muzzle.
As if a lousy sugar cube could ever undo the pain he had unleashed on me! And yet... with crying heart and soul I opened my mouth... and accepted the reward from this dirty freaks hand.
As I slowly let the sugar cube decompose in my mouth, mixing with my saliva, I felt something slip around my neck and lock in place. A black collar made from soft material with a golden name tag spelling 'Pet', I had become one of his possessions.
Later, when I had regained my strength, he showed me around the cramped living space pulling me by the collar as I refused to follow.
His house, or rather apartment, featured 4 rooms: the bedroom in where I landed, a kitchen, a living room openly connected to a hallway of sorts and a bathroom.
None of the rooms features interested me at all, especially the ones this two legged freak was proud of the most, the ones he called a TV and a computer, whatever those were... Why would somepony even want to spend bits on getting 3 black boxes for their bed room anyway?
The last thing he showed me was a dog house placed in the bedroom up against the wall between a large bookshelf next to the TV and the bed not too far away from his chair in front of the TV.
This dog house was my living place, he told me. The place where I'd stay when I wasn't keeping him company. I could read all I wanted to, he told me... but I didn't want to. I didn't want to do much of anything other than cry.
Time passed by and the two legged freak continued his abuse on a daily basis. In depression I had started to refuse eating. At first I did my best to refuse him as well... but he always managed to force his way through to violate me again, making me even dirtier.
Refusing him didn't bring any sugar cubed rewards but as my body grew weaker so did my refusals and the rewards returned as I didn't have the strength to resist him anymore. Sustaining myself on the cubed rewards and a bit of water, I carried on for a while.
In the end I became so weak that I could hardly move myself anymore and at long last when my hunger for food was replaced by pain, I could feel Deaths cold presence.
My body was dirty and broken but my mind was triumphant. My plan, the plan to starve myself away... had paid off and soon I would be gone from this twisted world.
As my vision darkened, I could feel Deaths cold, skeletal hand brush again my neck and mane as if to ease my pain and in my mind I embraced my nearing end, laughing at my kidnapper knowing I would never see him again...
Then I felt the smell of warm food faintly brush against the inside of my nostrils, I couldn't see but I could hear a plate being placed in front of me and a thump of someone sitting down on the floor followed by chewing...
I was sure it was that two legged freak of a rapist, trying to taunt me into eating in the hope of getting to use me more.
'HA! Keep trying you punk. Never!', I raged in my mind determined not to fall for his tricks, determined not to stay his.
But then, in my darkness I felt a gentle grasp take hold around me and lift me from the cold floor to hug me in a kind and warm embrace. A pair of warm soft lips pressed themselves against mine in a passionate kiss.
Chills of surprise ran down my spine as my brain stirred my conscious with the fact that this was my first kiss and how filthy and untidy i were probably looking. But my eyes remained shut, trying to hold myself on the tracks of the plan I had laid out for myself.
A tongue gently brushed it's way past my closed lips, interlocked with his. Along with his surprisingly soft tongue came a hot goop ball of per-chewed food, covered and mixed with his saliva.
The goop ball had a bearable but disgusting taste of something I couldn't identify with Equestrian food. I didn't want to swallow it but my body didn't hesitate to accept this saliva covered gift. As soon as the warm gooey content entered my mouth I swallowed.
This warm goop ball rolled down into my stomach, warming me from the inside and for the first time since I came to this dreadful place, I felt truly comfortable with my situation and so my plan was foiled: Master had saved me and I had accepted to live...
After delivering the first ball of chewed food his lips left me for a short moment only to return and in the same passionate way deliver another goop ball. This one had sugar mixed into it giving it a bitter sweet taste that wasn't much better than it's predecessors.
But I hardly had time to think more about the taste while our lips were interlocked this second time I felt a small drop of water fall into my left eyes caruncle and rolled down my face like a tear. The sugar had given me a boost of energy and my eyes shot open in surprise, wanting to see if Master was crying.
All I saw was a gray shadowy void in which I could hardly make out the shape and form of Masters head as he retracted himself from my lips. I couldn't tell if he really was crying but when his lips returned to mine to deliver another ball, I could feel even more wet drops land in my eyes and on my cheeks.
My heart sank. I don't know why but even if I hated him for what he had been doing to me at least twice a day the past few weeks, I felt sorry for him in a way... I think pitied him and so when he for the third time pressed his lips against mine I embraced his warm body with a weak hug.
His tongue moved into my mouth to shove food across our lips, this time filling my mouth with the welcoming and familiar taste of lettuce and carrots and even if it was per-chewed and hot, I savored it for a few moments before I swallowed the salad goop.
Before Master retracted himself from me to feed me more goop, our tongues by accident brushed against one another... I felt like someone had opened a cage of butterflies in my tummy.
My own tongue had registered traces of salad on his and without thought, the returned hunger grueling deep in my stomach had pushed me forward, licking and twisting my tongue with his in my bodys impatient quest for food.
I felt a bit like a dog licking it's masters hoof for treats but the part that shamed me the most was just how much I actually enjoyed entwining our tongues... But I was alive and that was the only thing that really mattered to me at the time...
Master was rocking us back and forth in a slow soothing way as we were sitting in his chair that I knew was set in front of the TV. I still couldn't see much other than gray tones and shapes. I had tried blinking it away but it hadn't worked at all.
Master was listening to another guy talking from the TV about the hardships of a far away place he called the USA and how it would affect some other place he called the EU. I had noted that the TV was a source of information as well as entertainment.
The guys that lived in or at least were conveyed through the TV all seemed smart and clever but the only problem was that you had to know their schedule to get the information you desired.
But I didn't care much for that right now. I were full of food and the soothing rocking was making me sleepy. Earlier I had somehow managed to tell Master that my tummy was full. I hadn't been able to say any words, all my still weakened body had managed was to whimper a little and move...
I was about to doze off into dreams in the warmth of my masters arms when the TV got turned off. I clung onto Masters warmth as he lifted himself out of the chair with an arm around me.
He carried me through the apartment with his arms around me and then put me down on my tummy.
Suddenly I was scared, I felt cold creep up on me. Had Death come back for me?
I panicked. Where did Master go? I didn't want to die! I wanted to live! I wanted to go home! All I could see was a mess of black, white and gray. I whimpered as loud as I could in an attempt to call Master for his safety. My joints hurt as I tried to get up and run away even if I couldn't. I was so scared. 'Master where are you!?' I tried to call out in my painful distress... Only to make more whimpers.
I was hastily picked up and pressed against Masters naked chest, my already racing heart skipped a beat and picked up its pace. He was going to abuse me now. I were sure of it. He was going to use me one last time so that the last thing I'd feel was the pain of him grinding his long stiff rod against my fragile insides.
My panic increased as I tried to resist Masters embrace with my hurting limps.
Masters voice reached my ear: “Twilight calm down, we are just going to take a warm and relaxing shower”. It was invitingly kind and soft but I didn't care.
Struggling even harder to free myself, I began to feel dizzy even if my adrenaline had kicked in long ago it didn't dull my pain much.
As my world was about to collapse in despair and my vision began to darken again a rough hand grabbed the back of my tossing and turning head to force a pair of lips against my own.
My motions of panic instantly stopped in surprise and my hyperventilating breath had calmed by the time Masters lips left my own. I could see the blurry shape of Masters head again.
I clung to Masters warm naked chest and almost laughed in relief as leftover tears rolled down my cheeks. The cold I had felt was just the bathrooms stone floor, right?
Yes, that must have been it. It was silly but in a weird way it made sense to me.
“There, there.” Master cooed at me as he hugged me back, “Let's take that shower”.
Rubbing my muzzle against the side of his neck twice as an agreeing responds, the thoughts of my still dirty coat brushed my consciousness with disgust. Deep inside I had been looking forward to a shower for weeks.
I felt him extend an arm and I heard the sound of running water nearby. Soon the sensation of hot water running down my spine filled my body as Master sat on a plastic stool in the shower.
Master began to rub and massage my body with soap and I could feel days upon days of sweat, dirt and dried up leftovers of Masters juices loosen up and leave me, running into the shower drain below us.
The calming, soothing sensation of Masters hands rubbing me in soap and preening my temporarily freed wings along with the warm water made the rest of the adrenaline in my body disappear and now I felt how tired my body truly was.
Exhausted to my outer most limit, my head popped onto his shoulder and I fell asleep... I don't think I had ever slept like that before but it sure felt good.
I awoke later that same night in Masters bed. He was sleeping with an arm curled around me, my mane was brushed and I felt cleaner than I had for the longest time, even if there was a spot on me where I would never feel truly clean again...
After that quiet night everything went back to normal with the exception of me trying to starve myself to death... Well, as normal as things can be when you are a captive toy.
Masters abuse wasn't as painful as it had been at the beginning. Maybe he was being more gentle to me or my private spot had gone numb from the daily forced use, either way I might be able to use that to my advantage.
When Master saved my life, he showed me that he had compassion and kindness. Maybe if I play along with his disgusting games, I could use this kindness to gain knowledge of what magic he used to steal me away across the gap of our worlds.
These thoughts blossomed hope in me that one day I would leave Master and go home to Equestria.
But for now I just have to try make the first step: to engage in a form of sex with him outside the regular abuse routine. Next step would be to start playing along on regular routine but that's for later.
For now I think I'll just try to give him a blowjob even if I fail and don't get information out of him I'll still have the sugar cubed rewards... The thought of sugar cubes made my mouth water.
Author's Note
a little something of an idear that struk me dureing the long school vacation, an idear so big it compleatly blocked me from writeing on my main project... thx for that, silly brain.
I acturly don't plan to continue this story, but i i'm going to leave it incompleat, for two reasons, one is has potential and two it is infact, even if i might never finish it, incompleat.
thx for reading.
I blinked myself awake and were greeted by the pink fluff carpet that covered the floor and interior walls of the dog house, as I sat up and brushed away the sleepy fog from my eyes. “Ugh.” It had been another rough night but considering how roughly I were treated every night before going to sleep it was no wonder to me at all.
A squishy, tingling feeling made me look down between my thighs and let out a heavy sigh. “Not again.” Quickly I fished a towel from the back end of the rather large dog house with sleep heavy hooves and placed my tush on it as a few leftovers from yesterdays forced labour had begun to spill out of me.
Keeping the bottom carpet as clean as possible was a top priority or I would experience sleeping on the bare floor again while the pink carpet would be off for cleaning, not a comfortable experience at all.
Peeking out of the dog house, placed in my self-proclaimed master's bed room, with my leaking end still firmly planted on the towel I noticed my breakfast sitting on a plate just outside the house opening. Quickly grabbing the plate with my mouth I saw that tall, human jerk of a self-proclaimed master sitting in his armchair in front of the TV. He didn't notice me pulling the plate back into the small red roofed house.
I began to take in my breakfast, fighting and fumbling to open a book that I somehow managed to fetch from the shelf the night before. Getting pulled into this world had somehow stripped me of my magic. I knew it was possible to do this with my hooves having seen Rainbow do it countless times reading Dearing Do in the library but it'd been such a long time since I began using levitation instead.
“Uuuuuuuuughfff,” biting my lower lip in frustration. I knew this book had valuable information but I just couldn't open it!
I saw it a few days ago when that human jerk had given me a chance to glance out of a window. The world outside seemed deprived of most things green and was full of square buildings set in grey stone. Very depressing... but there it was in bright red colours passing by with another human inside a mechanical wonder on four wheels called a car and this book was about cars... if I could just—FLOMPF-- “Finally!”.
Reading a few pages really put my mind at ease. It was something I hadn't done since arriving here and today I needed to be as mentally prepared as I could be as today my plan was to start playing along with that freak's dirty games in an attempt to fish information out of him and I had already decided on how to begin, by performing fellatio on him.
Closing the book and rising up the feeling of my still dripping behind made me instantly sit down again. I swear the loads that sick bastard was filling into me were getting larger and larger every time... Rolling over while making sure not to dirty myself more I grabbed a clean corner of the towel and began to wipe my dirty private spot. “Ah--.” In surprise I let a small moan escape my lips as the towel's edge grazed my pink bud.
After wiping a few times I removed the towel to take a look and frowned. There was no more white goo coming out but the dripping, soaked feeling had been replaced by beginning numbness and my outer labia had begun to swell due to the attention I had been giving my lower region. “Tsk, why are you getting excited?” I mumbled... Annoyed but satisfied with the result I stepped out of the dog house.
Doing my best not to attract the attention from the only other living being in this apartment I stretched my wings and felt the restriction harness halt them from expanding any further than half open. I don't like to have my wings restricted but being allowed to actually move them daily was something to be grateful for. As of a few days ago my wings had been held closed by a belt that gnawed away at my fur and bone only to be removed when that tall jerk would give me a bath. I could still feel the marks that the tightly closed belt had left on me.
Slowly sneaking around the back of the big, square armchair doing my best not to make any sound as I moved closer to his legs. Taking a few moments to ready myself, putting on the best fake smile I could manage and practised some eye flutter, lastly taking a deep breath and paused. Now I felt ready and then... I poked my head up from my hidden position and onto his left knee. Good thing this armchair's seat wasn't that far off the ground.
“Master?” I began coating my voice with sweetness and innocence as I fluttered my eyes at him in the most attractive way I could think of hoping the fake smile plastered on my face would last.
He ceased all interaction with a controller held in his hands and made eye contact with me. I felt my heart skip, then it picked up speed. We made eye contact for the first time or at least if we had made eye contact before then I couldn't recall it.
“What are you doing out of your little house?” He didn't sound angry even if he had told me to spend my time in the dog house when he didn't need me, only allowed to leave on my own to get books or use the bathroom.
“I...” I tailed off almost losing myself in his blue eyed gaze but regained my composure fast enough for him not to notice. “I was hoping that, maybe, I could earn myself a sugar cube?”
After a few seconds of silence and more embarrassing eye contact he adjusted himself to a more slouching position, giving me better access to the belt and the flap covering the zipper that secured his pants, dropping the controller onto an ottoman next to the armchair he commanded me: “Entertain me then”.
Leaning onto Master I fumbled a little with the belt mechanism between my hooves managing to pull it open with my mouth... As the belt came undone it revealed a button which, with a quick jerk, gave in. I looked up meeting his soft smile.
He petted me kindly on top my head urging me to carry on. I moved my head down and pushed the zipper flap aside with my muzzle finding my way to the small metal piece and placing it between my teeth tucking at it gently to reveal his grey boxers.
The grey undergarment didn't seem like it was dirty but the faint odour told me he hadn't washed himself recently. Grabbing the edge of his boxers with my mouth and his pants with my hooves I pulled both of them off. He helped slightly by rising his lower body. As the grey underwear and pants hit the floor I returned to rest myself on his legs again.
With my face close to his still flaccid sex organ doing my best to hide my wrinkling nose I opened my mouth sticking out my tongue and giving it a short lick... Ewww, gross. The taste of sweat and something fishy that I didn't dare think what was spread onto my tongue and into my mouth as it's dirty smell crawled into my nose.
Slowly but surely his member had begun to grow in size. Still licking it with the tip of my tongue I used my hooves to gently lift it and put it to rest against Master's lower stomach. Placing my tongue at his base of his member, just before his hairy pouch began, I gave it's underside a solid lick upward... Ewww. I did my best to conceal a shutter. The taste was even stronger and the unbearable smell drilled deeper into my nose.
I wanted to begin asking questions so I could get this dirty thing away from my face but being too hasty could backfire on me. His throbbing organ between my hooves was nearing it's full length. This close up it looked bigger than I thought it would be as I had never really looked at it. I licked it again a few time.
Looking up at Master I gently pressed his saliva coated member against my cheek. Finally I had made him fully erect... The throbbing flesh was really hot and hard, yet soft almost like iron in a blacksmith's forge.
Here goes nothing. “Say, Master--” Slowly and gently rubbing my cheek against his organ. “-- Do you possess magic?”
But he didn't utter a word so I stuck out my tongue again as I took my face off his erect member and began gently giving him small licks near the head of his shaft doing my best to maintain a smile with open mouth and eye contact. “Won’t you tell me?” I asked between licks.
He let out a pleasure filled sigh. “Well, I most certainly don't posses magic the same way you do.”
I perked up my ears in interest. “But you do possess magic? How?”
He didn't say anything as he was looking past me at the curtain, pulled down in front of the rooms only window. It wouldn't be good to lose his attention now... I decided to move on to the next step.
Putting out my tongue about two-thirds of it's possible reach out of my mouth I let his member rest on the edge and slowly let it slide up my tongue till it was at the lips of my only slightly open mouth. My eyes darted upwards to check on Masters reaction. He didn't seem like he had taken much notice to my slight change in behaviour. Well, here is a surprise for you, you bastard.
Quickly taking hold of his hips I trust my head forward... I felt a shiver of disgust run down my spine even if I had only made it two-thirds of the way down. His erect member was throbbing and twitching wildly between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
I could feel his sticky pre-ejaculate mixing with my saliva and his pleasure filled shivering as I retracted myself from him till only his tip was inside only to push forward again and then repeat the motions... A humiliating feeling settled in me as a rhythm took hold in my neck and head movements. I had actively begun sucking on it cleaning it from whatever dirt was on his smelly member.
The only thing worse than the awful taste in my mouth was the feeling that my body had become even more tainted. Dirtier than it already was... I felt like crying. I missed my home and my friends but I couldn't back down now. I had gotten some information out of him already and with my magic sealed and the books in this apartment having nothing about magic in them, this was my only lead I had to figure out a way home.
He was getting close to climax... There were so many things I still wanted to ask but so little time. One more question was probably what I had time for this session and there was something that had been nagging me for quite a while even if it was less relevant to figuring out a way home. I needed to know the answer... I never told him my name, not even once, yet he most definitely had called me by my name.
Next time my lips reached the stopping point I began pulling my face off his member with a strong sucking slurp. I could feel him shiver in pleasure. He was probably at the edge of shooting his load.
Softly pressing his eagerly throbbing tip against my nose I wrapped a gentle hoof around his lower half to slowly but surely stroke that half of his member. I looked up at him again as I opened my mouth to speak. “Master, you called out to me once using my real name?” he nodded.
Sure that he could feel my heavy laboured breath on his erect sticky organ I continued: “But I never told you what it was.” I began to slowly rub my nose gently against his meat. “So how do you know my name?”
I could see a toothy grin spread across his lewd expression. “Let's just say I have a kind of... clairvoyance over your world.”
Rising up quickly in excitement I put my hooves on his shoulders. “So you know who my friends are? Do you know Celestia? What about--” His right index finger pressed against my juice covered lips. “Aren't you forgetting something... Princess Twilight?” His grin seemed to edge itself wider almost threatening to split his face apart. I flinched slightly. This guy really liked to torture me... “I might show you later,” he continued. “If you are a good girl, but--” He removed his finger from my lips and took hold of my horn forcing me to look down at his abandoned meat throbbing against my belly. “--I definitely won’t show you before you finish what you have started.”
Aligning myself with his member again I opened my mouth and circled his member's head with my tongue a few times before pushing my head forward in the the same rhythm as earlier. My own comfort zone keeping me from taking him in any deeper than I already had.
It didn't take long before Master's hands grabbed my head. “Faster!” he commanded and so I upped the pace with the help of his arms. His meat was throbbing against the roof of my mouth harder than ever before. He was almost there. I began pulling back up but his strong hands and arms stopped me half way! It had already begun. Please let go! I don't want this!
My muffled scream echoed through my skull making me dizzy as his sticky mass pulsed out into my mouth. It was hard to contain it all inside... but I somehow managed, breathing through my nose as I held his still pulsing organ locked between my lips. He was still pumping out the contents of his scrotum in unsavoury but generously large loads.
After what felt like forever his member finally began to subside. Master's hands hadn't fully let go of my head yet but he began to push me backward. “You better not spill anything.” he commanded.
I closed my eyes as he retracted himself from my mouth putting my focus into keeping his load safely secured behind my lips. He gently guided me backwards off the large armchair.
Stepping down from the armchair he left me standing there as if expecting something of me. I wanted to run to the bathroom. I wanted to spit in the sink and wash my tongue. I wanted to brush my mouth clean with the purple, little toothbrush Master had granted me. Instead I slowly opened my eyes.
He was just sitting there still half naked and smiling as if he was about to laugh at me. Oh, if I had my magic I'd burn that smug off his face!
“What are you waiting for?” he hummed. “Swallow it”.
Oh you can't be serious. I glared at him still keeping my full mouth shut.
His smile cracked open revealing his white teeth. “You do want your reward, don't you?”
Huh? For a moment I was confused. There is a reward??? But... yes, yes of course there is. I did this awful thing for him, there is always a reward for things like that. I even know what it looks like it's square and composed of white crystals. It's sweet and good...
Yes, I want it. Yes yes yes... Wait...
No. No, you can't be serious. I don't want this. Please stop. Let me keep this. Let me go to the bathroom and clean myself. Please...
“Then swallow.”
Everything seemed to halt. Even my own heartbeat. I were certain that Master was laughing at my shocked and defeated expression but in reality I couldn't actually tell. I found myself lost in his eyes again for a short moment then my eyes darted away from him.
GULP
Disgusted by the thick, creamy, salty substance sliding down my throat I shivered as my tears began to fall. But finally the hardest part was over. I could relax now.
“Now, show me,” he commanded and obediently I opened my mouth sticking my tongue out for him to inspect me. My breath felt laboured and hot but it was okay to show my exhaustion. I had worked hard for him but today wasn't over. I needed some rest before the usual evening ritual.
His hand gently took hold of my chin and pushed upwards to angle my head upward for him to better see. I let my eyes slowly close to avoid more eye contact. His hand slid off my chin to gently rub my cheek and then to tussle my mane.
“You are such a good little pet.” He praised me as I felt something making contact with my tongue still hanging out of my wide open mouth. Sugar cubes. Not one but two in fact. I pulled my tongue in and closed my lips around his index and middle finger before he could pull them back, gently giving them a short fellatio-like treatment then I pulled back quickly escaping with the square reward to my dog house with the pink fluffy interior.
