"Get up, pet."
Whatever time it is, you are not at all ready to get up. Every muscle in your body screams with pain as you reluctantly crawl onto all fours on the marble underneath you. Your arms and legs are shaky, and your bloodshot eyes are dangerously close to closing with each second.
"Time for another beautiful day in my land," the red-maned alicorn says cheerfully.
"Yes, Mistress Faust." The line is a reflex at this point, the result of many months of repetition. Every morning for as long as you can remember, this is the line you've uttered first.
"Don't look so grim, pet," Faust chuckles. "Aren't you excited for another day in this magical land?"
"Yes, Mistress Faust. Of course." Staying awake is a losing battle, and even though you know the punishment for falling asleep without permission, you can't help it. Just five minutes more. Anything for a break, a good nights sleep.
Sharp, sudden pain jolts through your body, throwing your eyes wide open as you scream in agony. The aftermath of the impact from the magical bolt leaves you twitching and whimpering on the floor, berating yourself inside for disobeying Mistress.
"It's not even been five minutes!" she scolds, her voice carrying the venom you've tasted uncountable times over your stay in the castle. "You're worthless!"
"I'm s-sorry! Mistress! I, I'm sorry! P-Please!"
Your pleas are met with swift retribution, and your body is sent spasming on the floor as another bolt hits you square in the chest. Already your muscles are burning with the pain you know so well. The pain which you can only blame yourself for.
"We've got a long day ahead of us. You better get back on track, pet." Faust turns to leave and you know exactly where she's going. This is your break for the day. Listening to her hooves clopping on the marble floor as she walks to 'The Room'.
Lying alone on the cold floor, you whimper and shake your head. Should have kept your mouth shut. Mistress doesn't like apologies. Mistress has no use for worthless pets. You're a good pet, yes. You'd never betray Mistress. Mistress is good and kind, not like other mares.
"Put it on."
A collar lands next to your head, complete with a long, black leash. You didn't even notice her return, but this means the break is over. Intent on not wasting any more of Mistress' time, you quickly scurry forward and grab the collar, putting it on in record time.
On the collar itself are small diamonds, arranged to spell out the word 'Pet'. She uses your name sometimes, but 'Pet' is your normal moniker. It's a good name, a kind name. Mistress chose it herself. She's a very creative pony, as you remind her every day since your arrival.
"Good," she states matter-of-factly. "Time for your bath."
Mistress immediately grabs a hold of your leash with her powerful magic, pulling you along the marble floor. You have to put all of your strength into moving in order to keep up. Mistress is always frisky in the morning, and keeping up with such a marvellous pony can be difficult, but she is the greatest pony in the land, after all.
Getting to the grand bathroom is a hassle, and by the time you arrive there, your knees are almost giving out from underneath you. However, you managed to keep up this time! Normally you couldn't, and that deserved punishment, of course. But today you were good enough, and you can't help but smile widely in your mind.
"Huh, you actually kept up this time," she mutters. "Maybe you aren't so worthless after all."
Not once do you raise your head to look at her; you haven't been given permission. Instead, your eyes stick to the same spot on the tiles, not moving an inch in any direction.
"Get in." Mistress' voice is harsh. But you kept up, so she wouldn't punish you. Those were the rules.
Still, you reluctantly move into the enormous shower, whimpering as you go along. Bathing wasn't fun; the water is much too cold, so much it even hurts sometimes. Good pets need to be clean, however, so you bite your lip in anticipation of the icy shower to come.
However, no icy water came. In fact, after standing around waiting for the water to hit you for a while, you being to wonder. Nothing's happening. You're just standing there. Despite knowing Mistress didn't give you permission, you look up, only to see something rare. A gem in the desert. Mistress is smiling. At you.
"You kept up today." Even her voice is warm and comfortable. "That does deserve a reward, I believe."
Your legs shake violently as she approaches, but not because of your exhaustion. In fact, you do not seem tired at all anymore. Mistress is going to reward you! It's been so long since last time, you can't even remember when it happened last. And in the shower, too! You've never been rewarded in the shower!
"Let's get you nice and clean, my pet." Faust's horn lights up as she walks forward, and the familiar sound of water rushing through pipes crash into your ears. Reflexively you scamp together, expecting the icy torrent to come crashing down. The water hits you, and it's warm. Comfortably warm. Nice to be in, actually.
"Stay still," Mistress commands. "If you do anything without permission, your reward is over, understood?"
"Y-Yes, Mistress." The hot water has already drenched your fur, and it feels spectacular. Your aching muscles finally relax, and you enjoy the sensation of being showered with warmth for a change. Warm water is good, and so is Mistress.
What is even better, however, is the sudden feeling of Mistress touching you. Gently. You have to supress a gasp as her hooves touch your back and begins grooming your fur. Up and down your body they go, her gentle hooves. Involuntary shaking was inevitable, but you begin almost immediately. The warm water along with Mistress' massage is more than you can handle.
"I bet you're thinking about it, aren't you?" she says quietly, just loud enough to breach the sound of the rushing water.
"N-No, Mistress! I swear!" You always were a terrible liar. Ever since her hooves came in contact with you, your mind wandered to those long nights. Some in 'The Room', some in Mistress' bedroom. Those long, wonderful nights leaving you completely spent.
"Do I need to remind you the punishment for lying, pet?" She grabs you mane tightly and pulls your head upwards, forcing you to look her in the eye.
"No, no! I'm sorry, Mistress!"
"Are you really?" She does the thing with her eyes, where she closes them halfway and stares at you. She knows you like that stare, and you immediately lose yourself in her perfect eyes, in all of her beauty and depth.
"Then what is this?" Unbeknownst to you, her hoof was already moving towards your erection. Only when she touches it, however, do you realize, and that realization comes in the form of a sultry, high-pitched moan escaping your throat.
"Already? Didn't I train you better than this?" she scolds as her hoof slowly runs up and down your aching shaft. It's been so long since it was last used, and the mere touch of Mistress is enough to send your body towards the edge.
"M-Mistress!" you whimper, unsure how to follow up.
"You poor thing." Her voice instantly turns honey-coated, and she quietly moans into your ear for added effect. "So much pent up frustration."
Despite your best attempts, you cannot keep quiet. Mistress' touch is simply too much. Her long, methodical strokes, the gentle squeezing and quiet moans. You're losing it, and you're losing quickly. The warm water isn't helping either.
"It's almost too bad you're going to have that thing up all day, isn't it?" Immediately she lets go of your erection, and your mane. You stumble to the marble floor, landing directly on your penis and goraning in pain.
"Bath's over, time to go." Faust shuts off the water and immediately begins moving out of the shower, magically drying herself as she goes along. You barely managed to get to your hooves before the tugging of the leash returns, forcing you to speed up and get in close proximity of Mistress.
Even with the immense aching in your balls and pain in your shaft, you somehow manage to keep up. Today is either your lucky day, or you've gotten stronger than you recall. Even your whimpers are kept to yourself, not leaving your mouth at any time as you follow her through the enormous castle.
"We're going to your favorite place," she coos. Oh no. Mistress is kind and good, but your 'favorite place' can only mean one thing; the cooing as well. Ponyville Square is not where you want to be right now. Any place but that. Not with this erection.
"Aren't you excited, pet?"
"Yes, Mistress..." You nearly choke as she tugs your leash hard, forcing you even closer to her. All the way up to her rump. That's when you notice the smell. The smell of Mistress. Poignant as ever, your nostrils are assaulted with the intricate interiors of your beloved Faust, her slit oozing with love.
Not only is it making your erection stay, but the aching gets far worse. Worse than it has ever been. Walking has once more become a nightmare, as every step shifts the weight of your stallionhood, rubbing it against your belly. It's just enough stimulation to keep you hard as rock, but not enough to get you off. A true living nightmare.
"Look lively," she scolds. "A good pet doesn't frown."
Completely distracted by your aching cock, you realize the two of you have been walking directly into town. How you ever missed Mistress' teleportation spell is beyond you, but with the amount of pent up frustration in your body, even the powerful magic of Mistress couldn't take your mind off of it.
Before you lay Ponyville, the ever lively town. And right there, right in the middle is the centre. The fountain stands proud in the middle, a testimony to the architectual prowess of ponies long gone. All around it are mares and stallions alike, gathered in groups of friends and couples, some chatting and some eating.
"Move," Mistress commands. With a light kick to your rump, you're sent forward, but not ahead of her. A pet leading the way would look bad, after all, so you keep to her side, slightly behind her glorious stature.
Around you, ponies are bowing deeply, their heads almost scraping the ground in the presence of their beloved leader, your Mistress. That's when you hear the snickers and gasps. Afraid as you are, you allow yourself quick peeks at the bowing ponies. Some are blushing, and some are simply staring. But all the eyes point the same way, directly towards your groin.
"See? Even regular ponies see you for what you are: a pet. An item to be oogled and used as seen fit by your superiors."
Having no permission to comment, you hold your tongue and simply stare at the ground as you and Mistress enter the Square, being cascaded in cheers from every direction. Mistress quickly silences them, however, and the instantaneous silence makes your knees weak and breathing labored.
Just as you expected, however, the silence is quickly broken by more gasps, snickering, and hushed words of lewd nature. You feel every eye on you, or more specifically on your still hardened cock. Whether they are attracted or disgusted, shame rushes through your body, staining you with its ugly face.
"Look upon my pet, Ponyville," Mistress calls out. Her voice is beautiful and regal, and you know the citizens of Ponyville are lucky to hear such divine tones in their simple town.
"A most worthless pet, isn't he? Only good for what he is told, and even then he dares defy me. Look upon him! Look upon his inferior body!"
A sudden shove sends you tumbling backwards, and you land on your rump, clinging on to the leash in order not to fall onto your back. In doing so, however, you completely and utterly expose your raging erection, and it stands at full attention in view of every single pony around.
Your cheeks flare up as you realize it is too late to even try. Hiding it will do you no good; it's out there for all to see.
"This useless pet couldn't even get control of his body on her trip here," Faust continues, her regal tone reaching the far corners of the crowd. "Never before have I seen a more filthy, dirty pony in all of Equestria."
The crowd boos in your direction, showering you in their disapproval and hate. Their cries echo in your mind, and you fight with all of your might to keep the whimpers supressed. Mistress' word is true and honest, you are filthy.
"You there!" Mistress calls out and extends a hoof toward the crowd. "Get over here."
From the corner of your eye, you see a most beautiful, young mare covered in a fine, light green coat rush over to her goddess, an excited look on her face. As she stops in front of Mistress, the alicorn's eyes scan the mare in front of her, taking in all of her features.
"You will do. Sit down in front of my pet and please yourself," Mistress commands.
Without any hesitation, the mare bows deeply before moving a few steps, eventually stopping in front of you. Your eyes are still focused on the pebble on the ground, and you shudder to imagine the punishment that awaits your poor sight.
"Pet, look at her."
As always, you follow the word of your owner, and you slowly look up at the smiling mare in front of you, who's already displaying herself fully. She might not be Mistress, but the light green mare still manages to recreate the terrible aching in your shaft and balls immediately.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Mistress taunts, her voice piercing you like daggers. "Wouldn't you love to be with such a fine mare?"
In front of you, the mare has slowly begun rubbing her somehow wet vagina, making sure you get to see every little detail. The spreading of her moist lips and beautiful entrance are yours to feast on, but only with your eyes. Absolutely no touching is allowed, for Mistress has not given you permission.
"You'd love to rut her, wouldn't you?" Mistress continues taunting you as the mare finally breaks into moans, her tomboyish voice ringing clearly in your ears. "You want to use her, don't you?"
"N-No, Mistress, I only want-"
A harsh tug on your leash immediately silences you, and Mistress' voice flares up immediately. "Don't lie, scum! You want to mate with her, don't you?!"
"Yes, Mistress! I do!" Your voice is a panicked blur, but thankfully Mistress is kind, and she accepts your words.
"Imagine how tight she must be," she continues, her voice slowly coating itself in the very same honey as prior. "Clenching down on your pathetic rod as she rides you."
The mare seems to be enjoying the goddess' words, and while the thoughts are quite nice to have in your mind, the need for release or even simply stimuli is too much to bear. In front of you, the mare is pleasing herself in every way possible, even going as far as rubbing her anus as well, prodding it with her hoof while appeasing her slit.
"Imagine repeatedly thrusting into her, worthless filth. Shoving your laughably small shaft inside of her, over and over, filling her to the best of your pathetic abilities."
It's very clear to you that the mare is getting close to her breaking point, all the while you are stuck leaking pre-cum over yourself with no means of remedying the horrible situation.
"Do you want to fuck her?" Mistress rarely uses that word, and it's been many weeks since last you heard it. It sends a shiver down your spine as the light green mare's moans increase in ferocity and volume.
"Do you?! Do you want to plow her, ravage her, and fill her up with your useless seed?!"
"Yes! Yes, Mistress! More than anything! Please! Please, I need to!"
The light green mare screeches as a small torrent of herself pours onto her hoof, drenching it in the beautiful, primal smell of mare. Watching her come is unbearable, yet your eyes never leave her as she pants and moans. Even as she collapses on the ground, completely spent and satisfied you watch, wishing nothing more than to simply rut whatever hole is available.
All you want is release, one way or another, and the mare is right there, ripe for the picking. But Mistress decides to push you to the absolute edge and forces you to watch the dripping cunt of the spent mare as she slowly reclaims her energy. Your shaft would be a perfect fit, the perfect tool to use on her tired body, but you simply watch.
Your penis is glistening from the pre-cum dripping down the shaft, coating it in its very own lubrication. It pulses rhythmically, each wave of blood causing you severe discomfort and a loss of power. There is only one thing you need more than sweet release: Mistress.
"You're coming with me."
Mistress' voice is close, so very close to your ear, and it is no more than an evil hiss. A slithering snake creeping into your skull and planting the seed of worry in your mind as reality warps around you, replacing Ponyville Square and the beautiful, light green mare with a door. A very familiar door surrounded by dark walls.
'The Room'.
Not her beautiful, grand bedroom, not the entrance to the harem's quaters, simply the one room you know, fear, and love. In that forsaken place where everything can happen, Mistress shoves you in. Into the cold, damp, dark room lit only by a few candles in each corner.
Even without vision, you know where everything is. The bench, the cabinet, the shackles, and the iron bed. The question is not 'where', but 'which'. 'Which' has always been the question, ever since the first time where everything was used. All the belts, whips, and chains. Not a tool went unused in your training, but today was different. Anything could happen.
"Shackles. Move."
No further incentive is needed. You quickly rush directly ahead until you reach the familiar chains on the wall. Unable to attach yourself to them, or even reach them, you know what is to come. As always, the telekinetic field grabs a hold of you and lifts you up, but violently so. Crash goes your back, right into the stone wall, followed by the locking of metal around your front hooves.
Hanging there on the wall with your cock sticking out, you try to calm your body down and regain normal breathing after the impact. Mistress is moving towards the cabinet, and you feel the shiver down your back as always, wondering what she's getting.
With pain arching through your back and aching beyond imagination in your balls, you watch as Mistress approaches you, a frown on her face and a crop levitating next to her in the air. Simply seeing the crop makes you cringe. The crop hurts, but it hurts so good, too.
"Look at you," she snorts. "Waste of space, that's all you are."
The first strike comes unexpectedly and hits your left thigh with vicious strength. Sharp, searing hot pain crackles in all of your leg, but you keep your mouth shut. Not even a whimper leaves you, no matter how much you want to scream. Rigorous training has taught you to keep quiet, no matter the pain.
"What would your sister say if she saw you, hmm?" The second strike hits your belly, and it almost causes you to break your silence. "She's pretty, your sister. I think I'll pay her a visit later. Shove her full of toys and make her squirm!"
Moving on from single lashes, Mistress unleashes a flurry of furious strikes all over your body, effectively spreading all of the pain equally in you. Not a place is left unstruck, with the exception of your throbbing erection.
Despite the pain, each hit brings you closer, even if only slightly so. Knowing Mistress, this could go on for hours if she so pleased. Keeping the floodgates shut for such amounts of time seem like an insurmountable task to you, but you intend to never break the most important rule of them all: never come without permission.
"She'd like that, wouldn't she? Getting used by her goddess? I might even put her on public display!"
A particularly rough strike leaves you unable to keep your mouth shut, and the quietest of whimpers escape into the damp room. You pray that the crack of the crop silenced your failure, but alas, Mistress is everknowing.
"I gave you no permission to speak!"
Another flurry is unleashed on your body, one lasting much longer than the first, and each strike carrying far more weight and precision too. As if prodded with searing prongs, your body lights up in an inferno of unimaginable pain, causing you to finally lose control. You break out in a scream of agony and discomfort, followed by the free-flowing tears rolling down your cheeks.
In your mind, the voice of your own is screaming, roaring at you for failing your Mistress. All your training proved worthless against the fury of the goddess, and even you, the longest lasting pet of hers have cracked. Even you are reduced to a broken mess of tears, sobs, and whimpering pleas.
Mistress watches you silently, and you cannot bear to look at her. Even somewhat shrouded in the darkness as she is, you cannot bear to meet her disgusted stare. Your eyes are wide shut, and you can only imagine the inevitable punishment awaiting you for such a pathetic display.
"Finally had enough?" she asks. Her ovice is stern, but not mocking nor condescending. "Too much for the filth to handle?"
The sobbing leaves you unable to reply, despite how much you want to. As one last act of loyalty, you want her to hear your voice replying to her question, but you cannot muster the strength. Instead, you resort to shaky nods, the only action you can actually manage.
"You lasted longer than the others, at least," she states matter-of-factly. "There might be use for you yet."
Shock is apparent in your mind. Mistress wasn't going to punish you, at least it didn't seem so. You still have a chance to prove yourself worthy to her. Another shot at giving her your all, your very best. But even as the many thoughts swirl inside your mind, all of your attention is given to the immense pain in your exhausted body and tears dropping to the floor.
Even as you cry directly from your heart, you gasp sharply as Mistress' hoof makes its way to your still pulsing shaft and begins rapidly stroking it. The sudden, unexpected move leaves you confused, but utterly delighted as you finally are able to let yourself go completely.
Within seconds you reach climax, and although it is far from the pleasurable act you remember, mostly due to your pained body, the release itself is the best thing you have ever experienced. With each spurt of your seed, your balls twist in discomfort, but finally relieving yourself far outweighs whatever discomfort it brings.
Torrents of your jizz shoot onto the floor, creating a puddle of impressive size below you. Mistress makes sure not to get any of your filthy sperm on her, of course. Corrupting such purity with your disgusting semen would be a crime.
You cry throughout the whole orgasm, unable to fully appreciate the pleasure in your body. It was never really about the pleasure for you. The simple need for release was all you cared about; getting rid of your bluest of balls was the first priority.
"You'll spend the rest of the night in here, and don't expect any food," Mistress grunts. "Consider this your punishment for breaking."
She discards the crop on the floor, not caring to put it back in its place. Leaving you and your finally ending orgasm behind, she turns to leave the room. Seeing her beautiful, majestic white coat fade into the darkness leaves you hollow, as if part of you had simply removed itself from your body and walked away.
As the only door to the room opens, you get a final glimpse of your kind, loving Mistress for the day. She doesn't turn to adress you, she simply speaks her usual word.
"Be ready for tomorrow, filth. Good pets are ready to obey their owners at any moment."
With no words left for you, and probably no thoughts either, she exits the room and shuts the door behind her.
Inside the dark, damp room you hang from the wall, letting out the final sobs. Your mind slowly beings to process the information you have been given, and as the pain in your body dies down, it is replaced with energetic butterflies in your stomach.
You are still Mistress' pet, and you can prove yourself to be good this time. This time, you'll be the best pet Equestria has ever seen, doing everything as commanded and breaking none of the rules. Mistress will not have to punish you, unless she wants to, of course. Mistress is always right.
Mistress is kind, and good, and strong. She is the most powerful pony in all of Equestria, and you are priveliged to be her pet. Without her, you'd just be like all those normal ponies out there. But you are so much more, and it is all you could have ever been.
