His Little Pet

Twilight Sparkle's Field Notes on Romance and Sexuality - Volume 7

Later in the evening after we had hashed out the plan Master was upstairs getting ready for bed while I finished some research. I was feeling particularly frisky thanks to (Mistress) Fluttershy and I hoped beyond hope that Master would at the very least let me lick his claws. I hadn't done anything wrong recently so I should be able to do that at least, even if he wasn't in the mood.

Each time I think about how I haven't done something wrong it reminds me of the incident in Volume 6. I had done poorly on a test three weeks after I had promised to get my act together. Master punished me. Not "punished" with a riding crop or a nice spanking, no, he made me go out to the garden, use my teeth to cut a switch from a rose bush, and bring it back to him.

For three days I was punished. He'd start slowly, lightly, caressing my skin with the thorny switch. The tingling pricks made me wet and also made me whine for his claws or teeth. He'd always start with a lecture. It would start with, "Pets need to know their place. Pets should always obey their Masters, shouldn't they, Pet?" I wasn't allowed to answer. Animals cannot speak, and I was an animal, "Because no sentient being would lie to the one they love, would they?" I could only mewl like a kitten, wanting, needing him to know that it was an accident, that it wouldn't happen again.

He would trail the switch down my flanks and onto my haunches, never touching my tender mare parts but coming close enough to make me drip from the tingling pain. Then he would bring the switch back. On the first day I tensed, waiting for the blow. It didn't come and when I finally relaxed he whipped the switch hard across my hind quarters. I screamed. It hurt in a way that I now knew was wrong. After a single smack he would discard the switch out the window and take out a tiny vibrating toy and proceed to bring me near orgasm for the next half an hour. Over and over again I would get close and he would remove the toy. I wanted to beg, I wanted to scream.

That night I went to sleep with an aching clit, feeling more sorry than I ever had before.

The next night when the switch went back I tried to tense and when I relaxed I quickly tensed again. The smack never came so I relaxed for longer, and that's when it came.

The second night I went to sleep crying into my pillow.

On the final night of my punishment I tried to tense over and over again, hoping against hope that he would get it over with. The switch never came. After nearly an hour of tensing my muscles over and over again my legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor, sobbing in a voice I knew I wasn't allowed to use that I was sorry and it wouldn't happen again. He soothed me and called me by my name. I had pleased him. I was deserving of being a pony again. That night I slept crying tears of joy.

In the morning he helped me rub one out before going to classes. From then on I threw myself into my studies with the same fervour as when I first started at the school and I've never needed a punishment so severe again.

This was the past though, and tonight I had been a very good filly. Which is why I was confused when I saw the riding crop leaning against the bed and Master sitting atop my mattress stroking his already solid phallus. Normally he would allow me to get him hard. The riding crop was also a mystery, he only brought it out when I needed a "punishment." Which was usually when I had done something he found annoying or otherwise rude.

"Master," I asked meekly, "Has your Pet done something wrong?"

"You're a smart filly Twilight," He responded, "You tell me."

He was using my name at least, that was a good sign. I could not, however, think of something that I had done wrong today. The Princess had given me a mission and I performed admirably. The dragon was gone and Equestria was saved. But obviously I had done something that had angered my Master. I couldn't lie, that would just get me into more trouble. "I don't know Master." I whispered, looking down.

Master snorted out a puff of smoke and when I looked up at him Master Spike closed his eyes...

... And Master Viridian Blaze opened them. "Well, Pet, let me refresh your memory." He hissed. I remember thinking, 'Oh no, Master isn't angry, Master is pissed.'

A quick explanation for those not familiar with the previous volumes. Viridian Blaze is the name I have given the persona that Spike wears when he is either angry, upset, or in a particularly frisky mood. The differences are obvious once you start looking for them. Where Spike kisses Viridian bites. Where Spike spanks Viridian whips. Where Spike whispers Viridian hisses. And it's not an on or off thing. Nips may follow kisses may follow licks, a spanking can turn into a whipping, and loving words may change into hisses of pleasure. This disconnect between the two behavioral patters is helpful to me, though.

Spike, for example wants to hear moaning, panting and whining and will strive to make such sounds escape me while Viridian wants me to scream and beg and will therefore be quite a bit rougher. At first I had to anticipate his mood and use noises to point him in the right direction for the pleasure I wanted and the pleasure that he wanted to give me, which haven't always coincided quite the way I would have liked, but more recently he's become quite adept at finding his own route to love me the way I deserve.

"Why did you ask Fluttershy to accompany you to the cave even though she didn't want to go? Were you simply being mean?"

"No," I was quick to answer, "I thought that her experience with-" And then it hit me and my eyes grew wide.

"Her experience with what, Pet?"

I swallowed thickly and was unable to speak.

"Her experience with WHAT, Pet?"

"Animals." I forced out.

"That's what I thought you said." And then he struck out.

Master has never struck my face before and he didn't begin now as the riding crop swept low and smacked across my right hoof as he used his foot to slide the left out from under me. I hit the ground hard and he stepped onto my neck, putting enough pressure to let me know he didn't want me to stand but not enough to constrict my airway. He leaned over his knee and his blazing eyes met mine.

"Am I an animal to you, Pet?" He whispered, keeping eye contact, "Am I some beast to be left in the backyard on a chain and fed scraps?"

"N-No, Master."

"Then why did you say it?"

"I-I wasn't thinking, Master."

"Is that an excuse?"

"No, Master."

"Then what needs to happen, Pet?"

"I need to be punished, Master."

"And what sort of punishment should you be given, Pet?"

"I deserve to be," I swallowed thickly, "Teased and sent to bed without orgasm, Master."

Master seemed almost surprised, almost. "That seems quite harsh, Pet."

"I deserve it, Master."

My Master didn't respond as he released me and walked over to the bed and climbed atop it, compensating for his short stature. "Come here, Pet." When I approached the bed he didn't tell me to stop until my snout almost pressed against his rock hard member. "Lick it." I obeyed without thinking, running my tongue from base to tip in long, slow licks. I looked up at my Master, knowing that he loves the hooded, lust filled look that I get in my eyes while I pleasure him.

Without orders I took his tip in my mouth and sucked lightly. He twitched in my mouth and took my horn in hand. Using my horn as a handle he moved my head at his own pace, sliding his (I don't usually use this language but no other word properly fits) cock into the deepest recesses of my mouth and pressing his tip against my throat. I had repressed my gag reflex years ago and swallowed instead, massaging his length with throat and tongue.

The moisture between my legs built with his pace as he slid himself deeper and faster into my loving mouth. Saliva spilled out from between my lips and dripped onto my chest as warm pre-cum leaked into my mouth and ignited the furnace in my loins. I moaned around the shaft in my mouth as I saw his ear frills and crest begin to rise with the fire in his eyes. I tried a dirty trick and fondled the balls that had emerged from the split in his lower scales as I swirled my tongue around the head of his dripping cock. I tried to force him to spill his delicious seed into my throat but he used my horn to tear my head away as I felt the first dribbles of cum touch my tongue.

He pushed me away and I was forced to watch as a small wine glass that had been sitting on the bedside table replaced my mouth around his steaming dragon meat as he shot thick rope after rope into the glass, coating the outside and filling it to two claws full of the thick dragon spunk.

After he had caught his breath and his softening phallus retreated back into its sheath he looked over at me and smiled. Viridian was gone and my loving Master Spike had returned. "Now," He whispered, "If you can take your punishment like a good mare I might just let you have a little taste. He held the cum filled glass up to the light and both sets of lips grew damp and needy at the sight. "Present yourself to your Master." He commanded as he stepped down from the bed.

I obeyed hastily, throwing my upper body onto the bed, spreading my rear legs and swishing my tail back a fourth before lifting it up to spread the sent of my sweat and need around the room.

I could hear the smile in his voice, "Eager, Pet?"

"Always, Master."

I felt the leather loop of the riding crop slide sensuously across the lips of my aching vagina, then spread the juices across my thighs and rump. "Eager for what, Pet?"

"For my punishment, Master."

I could feel the almost dark chuckle vibrate through my chest. "You can do better than that Pet."

"I'm eager for you to pleasure me, Master."

"Still not good enough." He pressed the tip of the crop firmly against my tailhole.

"Please~ Master."

"Say it."

The crop began a rhythmic tapping a the hood of my clit and the muscles in my legs jumped at every touch.

"I," I panted out, breathless, "I want you to touch my vagina." The tapping became more insistent.

"Better."

"I-I, Mmph." I panted as the crop began sliding from my clit up to my tailhole and back down again, coating my nethers in my fragrant need. I broke when he sent his hot breath across me.

"I want you to touch my dripping, aching cunt! I want to feel your tongue and claws fuck me like the naughty Pet I am! I'm a needy little slut who wants to feel you inside her! A dirty, filthy whorse who deserves to be punished!"

He pressed the crop hard into my tailhole and slipped his claws into my aching, dripping pussy and pressed just so. I came like a geyser. With a quick step away Master was able to escape most of it while prolonging my orgasm with slow massages inside my tailhole with the riding crop but some of it splashed onto his leg.

I took long minutes to cool down and get my breath back after my legs stopped shaking. It had taken Master years to learn that trick. The mixture of bad language and sudden pressure set me off like a bomb.

"Now, Pet, what have we learned today?" Master asks.

"D-dragons, are not animals." I panted.

"Twilight." I heard my loving, caring Master call from behind me. When I looked back at him he held the glass of cooling semen in his hand, "Remember, you must not spill." And then he tipped the glass so that the thick dragon seed dripped out of the glass and onto the leg that I had dirtied. I rushed from the bed on shaky legs and knelt in front of my Master, licking the mixture of mare and dragon cum from his scales, careful to collect and swallow every drop of the salty, slightly bitter mix.

When I was done I looked up at him sleepily and presented my empty mouth. With a claw to my chin he raised my head and kissed me thoroughly. When first we had done this Master was hesitant to taste his own cum on my lips and tongue but with practice and patience he can now give me a proper good night kiss without gagging.

"One last thing, my Lovely." Master Spike said, using a term of endearment that he rarely saw fit to bestow upon me. He grabbed a warm, damp washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned me up before helping me onto my bed. After cleaning himself and tucking me in he fell into his basket. We only ever slept together on special occasions. His spines and claws would keep me awake with their poking and scratching, not that I minded. But Master wanted me to face every day with a proper night's sleep and so he reserved his warm embrace for special occasions and time when the sex is so tiring that we both fall asleep before we can even clean up.

Even with my Master not in the bed with me, I still felt blanketed with his love. I fell asleep smiling at the thought that soon everymare else would know this feeling too.