Casino Night

by Hand-Made

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Other, Romance, Fluttershy, Sex, Alternate Universe, Human, Sweetie Belle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 7043

Fluttershy makes a risky bet and ends up losing more than just a few bits. But what will the casino owner do with such an interesting prize?

Fluttershy makes a risky bet and ends up losing more than just a few bits. But what will the casino owner do with such an interesting prize?

Don't go to casinos, kids.

Well, unless you own the place.

Contains light bondage ( human-dom x filly-sub ), sex in elegant clothing, willful submission, and of course, lots of anatomically-accurate Sweetie fun.

Enjoy!

Published 2014-06-14 15:30:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-14 15:30:05 UTC

Chapter One: Spinning the Wheel

"Thirty five, black!"

"B-b-what?!"

Fluttershy couldn't believe her eyes. She blinked rapidly, hoping that it was merely a terrible, estrus-induced hallucination that the white ball hadn't landed where it should have

'He has to be wrong. He simply has to be.'

Fluttershy was an honored casino guest. She'd even dolled herself up for the occasion in her favorite emerald-butterfly dress. She was a high-roller. She played her proper role at the wheel, and therefore wasn't supposed to lose. Or at least in her novels, high rollers don't lose. High rollers rake in chips and get noticed by the patrons and attract a certain sexy casino owner even when their friends couldn't and then spend all night fucking said casino owner until every Sun-damned hole was stuffed full and...and...

Fluttershy had lost every. Last. Bit.

Alas, as it was, a white little ball contrasted the black pocket of the accursed "35"...not even far away from the favored "9". With an expression that could only be forged in the fires of monotony, the moss-green roulette stallion casually swept Fluttershy's remaining chips off the board. She felt her heart drop with them as they disappeared into the black hole to be magically re-sorted. Did she do the math wrong? No, the number had to come up eventually, right? She felt it, damn it! She felt it and-

"Ugh! Can we go now, Fluttershy? Please?" Sweetie Belle stopped fiddling with flowers on the end of her dress long enough to plead. "I'm not trying to ruin your fun, but I keep, uh...dripping. If Rarity wasn't sick, we'd have already been back in our suite. I'd bet she wouldn't even spend a bit on these tables." the foal already embarrassed herself once prior to her performance, and in front of the casino's owner no less!

Fluttershy looked dumbly towards the foal. To her, escorting Sweetie Belle had become an afterthought, and her voice seemed almost foreign. Sure, the night was supposed to be about the foal's performance for Equestria's first casino. Sure, it was going to be her chance to break into the music industry when the big-wigs with deep pockets saw her on stage. Sure, Sweetie had to behave like a professional, even during her her raging-yet-still-unfamiliar monthly estrus.

'Who cares?' quipped Fluttershy's mind. 'All mares get it!'

However, the fact that the naive filly dared to voice an inconvenience at the time of Fluttershy's greatest embarrassment was what infuriated her most.

"Place your bets!" the earth pony staffing the roulette table called out to the small crowd of well-dressed Canterlot elites.

"Oh, didn't Rarity say how she wound up in bed with that little headache, huh? Hmm? Huh?! Why she needed some 'alone time' in the dark? Too many manehattans with lightweight Twilight, that's how! After being shot down by him, of course she'd go and drinky-drink-drink her diamond-studded flank off, the horse!" her sharp tongue startled poor Sweetie, who stepped back in both shock and fear.

"S-sorry Fluttershy, I just, all the lights and the sounds and the shouting...I thought that this was supposed to be my night to shine, not a night for Sis and her friends to take over and...to..." she noticed that her words fell on deaf ears. Fluttershy's eyes darted up from the foal to the table. Sweetie Belle hid behind her coiffed mane as her "friend's" gaze returned with a far more sinister intent. Sweetie traced a delicate ivory hoof against the crimson carpet, drawing an outline around the golden shapes and flowers to distract from her discomfort.

"Letting it ride!" with a flick of a hoof, the roulette stallion sent the milky-white orb spinning rapidly around the wheel's rim. The small group of Canterlot gamblers hunched further over the table in anxious anticipation of the results. In any other situation it would have been a rather comical scene; their gaudy attire pressed against one another in a miasma of pastels and lace.

"Hey, Sweetie," Fluttershy began with an abnormally mischievous grin. "How much do you think your outfit that Rarity put together is worth?" A manicured hoof reached out towards Sweetie's ensemble and tapped her adorable sapphire-heart choker. The action caused Sweetie to flinch back.

"What, this stuff and the dress? I-I don't know. But Rarity made it special, just for me, just so I can look pretty when I sing, s-so..." Even though little Sweetie could assume Fluttershy's thoughts and intentions, she couldn't quite articulate them. It wouldn't matter; the mare had already settled on her plan.

"Last call for bets!"

"Don't worry, Sweetie Belle! I have it all figured out, I swear!" before the foal could react, Fluttershy swept poor Sweetie into her forehooves and plopped her onto the table. Her little filly bottom landed square on 9 red as she reflexively crossed her legs to prevent any estrus-leakage.

"Put it all on nine, red!"

"What?!"

"What?"

Sweetie Belle and the gaming stallion cried in unison, the latter finally shocked from his deadpan expression. Even the Canterlot crowd bothered to take notice of the amusing scene and several chimed in:

"Can...can one actually bet a foal?"

"Perhaps this is a special-guest only rule? If not, I certainly have some frivolous sons I could do without..."

"That is an absolutely adorable dress, my dear filly. Who, pray-tell, designed it?"

Various posh accents flittered into one another, but Sweetie Belle merely looked towards the yellow mare with a pout of betrayal. Even the demanding questions of the games stallion were not to be heard, as Fluttershy could only focus on the small white ball as it ran its course.

"F-fluttershy..."

"Nine, red...nine, red..." Fluttershy chanted with an almost religious fervor. Each bounce of the settling little orb rattled her heart. Every slight "clack" against the swirled red-black-green wracked her nerves. Finally, inexorably, the game piece began to stop in the pocket of nine, red.

"YES!"

...before bouncing right into twenty two, black.

"Twenty two, black." the stallion mumbled out, unsure how to react to the series of events. He'd been given strict order to give great leeway to the Elements of Harmony during their stay and also while they gambled inside the high-roller rooms, but none of his briefings covered anything like this. Without a moment's pause he was on the nearby phone, no doubt with his superiors as they rolled back the tape to review.

"I dare say, what an unfortunate spin!"

"Oh, and so close to the bet. I wonder what she'd have won? Several more foals, perhaps?"

"Seriously though, the dress? A name?"

"Fluttershy...?!"

The yellow mare merely hid behind her mane, unable to comprehend the situation. How? How was is not nine?

"I...I..." she stammered, unable to say a word to the teary-eyed filly that pleaded with her.

"Did you just bet m-"

"Ahem." the roulette operator cleared his throat and silenced the chatter.

"Good news, ma'am. After further review and discussion, the house has decided to accept your bet. You've also made it in just before the wave." with his stoic attitude of professionalism once again intact, the stallion lifted the paralyzed Sweetie Belle onto his back. He shifted uncomfortably, grimacing at the slight feeling of moisture. Of course, she had to be in heat...

"W-wait! That wasn't supposed to be the foal! Just her clothes!"

"Nothing I can do ma'am. What's put on the table is what's gambled." he shrugged, nearly sending poor Sweetie tumbling to the floor.

"But you can't, y-you can't!" Fluttershy glanced wildly around the room as if looking for an unseen answer. Rarity would have her wings for this.

"Ten minute recess. Another games operator will be with you shortly while I take care of this rather...unique...wager." he clopped a forehoof against the table in a formal manner, waving off the crowd.

"Fluttershy, please! Why?!" Sweetie Belle reached with her forehooves as if a drowning filly stretching for a life-preserver. However, any attempts to scramble away were stopped by both the chill in her spine and the restraining glare of the annoyed stallion. It wasn't long before the shivering foal was taken through a large set of oak doors. Fluttershy could only look on. Perhaps a braver pony would have challenged the events, perhaps even dared to cross the velvet threshold in pursuit...but Fluttershy was anything but a brave pony. A feeling on nausea crept up her throat, a sensation all too familiar for the anxiety-riddled mare.

"Uhhh...ugh..." Fluttershy stared at the wine-colored rope, unable to make any noises other than those of a dying cat.

"Don't worry, my dear. A mare can always have more foals, can't she? Hahaha!" a particularly portly Canterlot unicorn slapped Fluttershy on the back and nearly sent her toppling. His laughter only made her more sick.

"I'm, I'm a l-loser, I'm...I'm...Oh, pony-feathers. What am I going to say to Rarity?" the hyperventilating mare mumbled inaudibly. With her gaze finally removed from the mysteriously repellant velvet barrier, she now focused on the golden "employees only" sign affixed to the door. In that moment, it might as well have been a gateway into another world.

Chapter Two: Paying the House

"I trust that everything has been arranged in accordance with my wishes, Spades?"

"Of course, sir. She was reluctant at first, but a bit of the rag did her just fine."

"Now Spades..."

"I...I had to, sir. She was wigglin' right outta my hooves. B-but it wasn't forced this time, I promise! I gave her the ol' handkerchief trick."

"Shame, really. We have standards here. Even during my more unorthodox ventures, I expect my staff to conform to my expectations at any level. Next time, when one of my table staff performs a transfer to management, Hearts will perform any 'hookup' that I require. I am sure her magic will bind with far more grace than your sloppy hooves. Traumatizing my most valuable prize will be the swiftest way to find yourself back on the gutters you've crawled out of." you adjusted the cuff of your suit, flexing your fingers. "Now, get back to the cameras and leave me to my winnings."

"Y-yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

With a curt nod, the violet pegasus left you to your thoughts. You waited in the hallway outside of your penthouse office until you head a satisfactory 'click' of the nearby door closing. Even with the entire top floor devoted to your personal use, you still took great lengths to ensure your privacy.

"If you want anything done right..." you grunted, placing a hand on a gilded handle and opening the door to your spacious office. The motion itself relaxed you; familiar feelings of stepping away from the pseudo-glitz of the casino and into a willing seclusion brought you peace. Your sharp eyes inspected every detail of your private oasis. A walnut desk sat smartly to the left, flanked by a rather expensive crystal globe of your newfound homeworld on one side, and a rather ornate roulette wheel on the other. Paintings deemed unworthy enough for your estate yet sill deserving of some transient emotional attachment decorated the late-deco walls. A sandy, dry Appleloosan desert at sunset, a steamy, wet Crystal Kingdom bog, an oil-brushed Canterlot worthy of King's throne room...

All paled in comparison to the little masterpiece hanging from her forehooves in the center of your room.

A delicate solid silver chain trickled gracefully from the ceiling and attached to a smart system of pulleys. The filly's hooves were bound together with a set of manacles that resembled anything but; they were plush and comfortable in every silken way your money could buy. Her rear hooves touched the ground, yet her position was made to be quite upright. It certainly accented her figure; your eyes traced the filly's features as she still wore every piece of the elegant blue ensemble you remembered her in. A custom griffon-down chair was placed hardly a foot or two away. Its plush features didn't matter as you would not be using it for long.

For sitting, at least.

Walking over to the seat, you sat yourself down with an intentional "pomf". The noise seemed to startle the adorable foal from her state of twilight, and she blinked twice before coming-to.

"Ohhh...what...happened? S-so hot and dizzy..."

"You're in my private office, my dear. Safe and sound." you sat tall and proud, presenting an image of friendly authority that the foal immediately latched onto.

"Hey! You...you're Mister-" she said your name with a squeak. "I sang for you and the record label ponies tonight. What am I doing here?"

"It would appear that your 'friend' has wagered you away. Clearly she has no eye for talent. Considering the circumstances, this would have been a lovely time to discuss our future working relationship, given my casinos prepared to expand throughout all of Equestria...if you hadn't give me cause to question your self-discipline." you calmly stated, flicking a wrist to emphasize your points. Sweetie Belle's eyes snapped open.

"Fl-fluttershy...wait, where's that other pony? The pegasus, he gave me a napkin to wipe my drippi-, uh, face and I felt so dizzy and I-"

You held up a hand to silence the foal. The result was immediate. "His name was Spades. He was an affiliate of mine who deals my more unconventional winnings. Don't worry about him. You won't be seeing him again anytime soon."

"Oh. Okay." she stared into your confident eyes, suddenly and mysteriously placated. As if an afterthought, she realized that she was standing with only one set of hooves. You witnessed a slight panic on her face when she realized she couldn't lower herself down. Her eyes silently pleaded with you in an attempt to understand. You didn't wait for the question.

"Reports say that you were acting quite rowdy when you were unconscious. My staff took certain precautions to ensure that you did not harm them, but most importantly, yourself." you reached out a hand, yet not quite close enough to touch her well-styled mane.

"B-but I wouldn't hurt anypony, honest. I just must have been really scared. I've never been, uh, gambled before. I don't really know the rules here..." her nervous emeralds danced between your outstretched hand and your calm smile. Wiggling slightly, the bound foal craned her neck forwards and instinctively sought your masculine comfort. You felt warmth as the young mare gently rubbed the plush fur of her neck along your entire hand.

'Such a submissive little foal. How promising.'

"Oh, I'm not too sure about that. You'd be surprised how many mares my security guards need to escort from the premises during their estrus. This could pose a problem, if you cannot reliably control yourself while on stage. Even though you're too young to gamble, it certainly would appear that you're old enough to experience heat." you gestured to her dripping crotch. You watched on with great amusement as the foal observed her little "mess" puddling on the carpet. Her face was redder than the five of hearts.

"OhmygoshI'msosorrypleasepleasepleaseIjustgetthiswaywhenIthinkofcertainthingsandrightnowI'mREALLYthinkingofthemandyou're really-"

You placed a finger over her mouth to stem the river of words as you stood from your chair.

"You know, my little filly, it is quite improper to present so lewdly. Especially in front of the man who's helping to decide your musical fate. Certainly you can control your urges, no?" you began to circle around the foal; a curator admiring his finest acquired sculpture. "Do you even realize how quickly you were just speaking? Or what you even said? That mental filter of yours must receive quite the break during estrus. Perhaps this will lead to further roughhousing over some stallion, hmm?"

The foal cast her gaze to the floor, pinning her ears back in self-disappointment. She remembered the moment you both met, how her nostrils flared and her tail twitched, and the subsequent chiding of her sister for failing to control herself. She remembered how not even stallions from her sister's "borrowed" 'Playcolts' would elicit such an immediate response. But how could she help it? It was if she'd been struck with an unexplainable heat that whipped her behavior into that of a lusty mare.

"N-no. But it isn't my fault!"

"Then did you strike one of my employees? How can a foal be such a brawler?"

"No! I promise! I'd never do that, even if I am in estrus!" Sweetie Belle rolled her head back, pleading with you once more with her eyes for you to understand her woes, "Life used to be so much easier, but sometimes, my brain gets so dizzy and hot and...and..." the foal silenced herself as she realized you were swooping her off the ground. With one hand to prevent the lose chain from flailing about, your other easily caressed the petite filly in the couch of your arm.

"...and what, my precious little prize?"

"...and...and..."

You smiled softly as she squeaked, her voice softer and softer with each annunciation. So confused, so warm; the foal's only great comfort came from your masculine scent. You saw it in her eyes. Her young, emerald eyes full of instinct and longing. Hot air, sweet as nectar bathed your face in a quick burst. Leaning in, you knew just how to respond to such an invitation.

Pushing your lips to hers, Sweetie Belle immediately yielded. Gently, you sucked against her shivering orifice, still holding her chain taut. Your arm squeezed her close; your tongue surged forward. The delirious foal subconsciously welcomed your firmness; you tasted the very flavor of her submission along each taste bud. Suddenly, there was warmth. Growing, spreading...covering the length of your forearm in a slick wetness that soaked through your suit and shirt.

You broke the kiss; Sweetie Belle whimpered at your departure.

'...a very submissive little foal.'

"Seems my prize enjoys her special grown-up kisses. Feel any better?"

"I...I...dizzy. Yours? But...prize...?" she looked down at your arm in a haze. You felt her filly rump sliding along the wetness of her stained dress. Slowly, her face dawned in realization. "Oh...oh, Celestia, I leaked all over your fancy clothes! I'm so sorry!"

You saw the sincerity and desperation in her pout.

"No harm done. I have plenty more." letting go of the silver links, you pulled your custom chair close.Gently, you let the dripping filly down, her restrained front hooves hanging over the chair's lowered back as she stood atop the cushion. The resulting height gave you quite the opportunity as you undid your jacket and shirt, discarding them with a toss towards your desk.

"I've never been kissed befo-uh, like t-that before." Sweetie Belle shivered as you slowly brushed aside her tail and dress. Already, you were becoming painfully erect within your trousers. You shifted to allow your organ to expand further down your thigh as you knelt before the foal.

"Hmmm. Looks like you've only become more aroused. You aren't doing a very good job of convincing me that you won't attempt to force yourself upon a male." her well-combed tail felt light as you held it aloft, almost as light as her elegant dress. However, the real treat was the soft pink slit, barely running the length of her puffed onyx lips. Your heart thumped as a tiny clit dared to show itself; you'd take care of that little button soon enough.

"I said I can't help it. You're making me too hot." she panted.

"Oh?" you decided to tease her. "My, my. Does that mean you might even force yourself upon me? A foal overpowering a man in pursuit of her lust? How could we have a working relationship if you can't resist dashing off the stage and rutting with me during your performances?" your lips drew nearer with every sentence until you could feel the blistering heat radiating from Sweetie's fillyhood.

"No! B-but I thought I was...wait, I-I want to sing, but I'm just, you're just..." she bit her lower lip and let out a violent whinny. You planted your lips firmly against her virgin heat, teasing the little pink nub that winked furiously against your tongue. You set your hands against the foal's bare flanks. You massaged them roughtly, digging your fingers into her young flesh as if a lion at his feast. A youthful scream loud enough to shatter glass sounded throughout your soundproofed penthouse. Poor Sweetie must not have been used to such pleasures, as she quickly climaxed and sent waves of spicy foal-soup into your demanding maw. Sweetie Belle was perhaps the tastiest filly in all of Equestria, sweet as if the finest syrup mixed with fresh cinnamon. With a restrained hunger, you lapped her spurting fillyhood clean and palmed her developing teats.

'Delicious.'

"Ahh...ahh....!" Sweetie's whimpers rang like beautiful bells. You pulled your head away from her dripping slit long enough to give her a chiding look. Tears sparkled at the corners of her eyes like the gems within her maneband.

"So loud. So unrestrained. You're even still winking at me. Truly, we must take care of this self-control issue before it becomes worse." you rose and walked over to your desk, licking the corners of your lips while out of sight. Reaching inside of your personal roulette wheel, you gave the ball a flick of your wrist. A huffing, gasping Sweetie Belle glanced over at the clatter, still quite lost in a post-orgasmic cloud. "Now let's see how we're going to solve this little problem."

You took your place behind your desk, watching the little ball fall into place. Your peripheral vision caught Sweetie Belle devouring your half-naked form as her gaze settled on the bulge of your pants. Eventually the indecisive orb found its home within the pocket of...

"Nine, red." a drawer magically clicked open and revealed one of your many "tools" for disciplining horny fillies. "What a lucky number."

You reached in and took the spherical object from its home. Walking back towards your foal, you stood close, showing her what you palmed.

"We'll need to use this to keep those screams from being too loud, hmm? Can't have my ears ringing as I focus."

Sweetie's eyes darted nervously from the bridle-gag to your own. A thousand questions swirled inside her mind. You placed your hand near her neck, and once again she leaned to reach it. You pushed back against her in a equine symbol of trust. Sweetie Belle let out a single snort of air, her instincts deciding for her.

"A-alright."

"That didn't sound serious enough. You're a big-filly now. You need to be earnest to be professional." you teased while unfastening your belt. Sweetie Belle watched with an intensity only an in-heat mare could possess. You saw her nostrils flare as your trousers fell to the floor.

"I...I want your help with my estrus."

You merely smirked as she observed your anatomy with a sexual fascination. Sweetie's youthful musk hung heavily in the air.

"I want to be a good singer, just for you!"

"Mmm, you can still do better." your thumbs danced along the waistline of your underwear, the final garment yet to be removed. "After all, a naughty little foal should know how to beg for cock."

Sweetie gasped at the dirty word, silently mouthing it as her equine tongue licked her lips. Even just whispering it made her feel hot. She wondered if this was how grown-ups felt all the time during estrus. Sweetie thought back to every lesson in etiquette her sister made her sit through as she formulated a reply.

"Please, sir, I'm so wet. I can't think. I can't focus. I can't even control my screams. I'm only a foal, and estrus is so hard, so hot...please, help me." she finished with a voice crack. Sweetie's large emerald eyes flashed with desperation, hoping that her performance would satisfy you. You pondered it over in mock-thought, quietly enjoying every moment the filly squirmed with need. Her manacles clanged against the chair impatiently.

"I suppose I could," you began as you lowered your underwear, flashing the root of your member for the foal. "But we'll need to take it slow. I'd hate to damage my investment." Finally, your underwear was removed and your manhood sprung forth. It bobbed in the air, drooling a thick strand of precum down to the floor. Sweetie Belle's eyes dilated as she wet the chair once more with yellowish squirts.

"Wo-...fu-...big."

It was understandable that the young mare's vocabulary faltered. It was the standard reaction for most inexperienced foals.

"Really big."

"Now for your bridle-toy." you ignored her statement as you gently but firmly set the gag and straps within her jaw. She accepted it eagerly, excited to move onto the next step of the dance which would waltz her into becoming a grown-mare.

"Comfy?"

"Mmmhmm." she mumbled behind her bridle, nodding her head in an exaggerated motion. You smiled warmly, imparting your confidence once again. Underneath the surface, however, your lust was threatening to boil over. This foal was an absolute masterpiece. Still wearing her hiked-up dress and headband, she looked every bit of a miniature princess. Mane still neatly coiffed, vocals submissively knickering behind her bridle, and all the while her sapphire-heart choker glistened in the light against her throat.

It was simply too much to resist; you reached down and palmed your shaft.

"Eyes front."

Sweetie Belle instantly obeyed your command, rustling the silver chain above. You took your place behind her, savoring each squelch of her presenting fillyhood. Her tail flicked to the left, almost as if daring you to split her in twain.

"Spread those legs."

She complied with a marish snort. You easily closed the distance between her petite sex and your shapely crown. Her little pink gash dripped endlessly, belying her innocence. So petite, so delicate...you ached to stretch her.

"Sexy fucking foal," you growled as your manhood was bathed in a quick spurt of her wetness. "Shamelessly begging for cock. Let's hope you're ready." your fingers dug into her rump once more, eliciting a feral whinny of encouragement. Pressing your head to her sex, the angle of her stance and height was perfect. You didn't need to stoop much as you prepared to rut. It would probably be a struggle.

...just the way you liked it.

"Mmph-MMPPHH!!!" Sweetie Belle cried out, clenching her eyes as she felt the width of your glans begin to split her fillyhood.

"Damn...so tight..." you panted, feeling the blistering heat of her untouched slit teasing your cock. One hand flew to her tail dock, wrenching it upwards as the other forced her hips back onto your thrust. You bucked your hips, lust-drunk and unwilling to allow the foal's tightness to overcome your much-needed entry.

'So close...'

"Thooo fffiikkk! Uuk eee..." you felt Sweetie Belle dilate her fillyhood enough for your manhood to finally penetrate. From the sounds below, it was nearly too much for the foal to handle. Instantly, a gush of wetness splashed your taut thighs and it was all Sweetie Belle could do but bite her bridle-gag and screech out her orgasm. Filly juice poured onto the chair, and you felt her sex expand.

It was the only chance you needed. With a fierce thrust, you shoved the rest of what your could into the young mare. The popping of her hymen was no surprise; it was shoved aside with ease as was with most mares. Her searing warmth welcomed your girth and you felt her whole bodice shake in ecstasy.

"Hah...came already? Looks like you're in for a long ride, my little filly."

Sweetie Belle snorted a blast of hot air, you snorted aggressively right back.

So much for taking things slow...

Sliding nearly out, you greedily dove forward for another helping and were rewarded with another series of worshipful squeals. She blubbered behind her gag for the rough treatment, and gladly submitted to each powerful thrust. Her marish reactions sent you into sexual overdrive and her fillyhood massaged as only an equine could.

"Fucking little filly," you snarled during your feverish mating, "So hungry for a grown man's cock! I'll bet you were thinking about rutting from the moment we've met."

Sweetie Belle was cumming once again. The sounds of her fillyhood lewdly schlicking in climax along your cock sounded through the room. She occasionally lifted her neck to sound out a muffled scream and whinny, her mind surrendering to a more feral inclination. She slammed her manacles against the back of the chair over and over again. It only served to encourage you further.

"That's it, isn't it? The entire reason you've even come to perform, was all a guise to ride my human cock. Typical foal. Shame your eyes were bigger than your pussy." you accentuated your point with a sharp thrust, keeping Sweetie Belle's fillyhood constantly quivering. You ran a hand up to the base of her mane to manipulate her motions.

"Mmmphmmmhmm...!"

Sweetie's heat-addled brain didn't fully understand, but she didn't care. Every claim you made might as well have been true; all she longed for was your hard, passionate mating that kept the insanity of estrus at bay. And what mating it was! Your masculine scent, your dominant grip, your assertive commands, all ran together within her young psyche. Again and again, Sweetie Belle climaxed and turned lose her juices upon your turgid cock. You lost count of her succulent orgasms as you descended into a primal need for release, seeking to whelp the sexy bitch below who bayed for your seed.

"Take it all," you growled, seizing your foal tightly, "Don't waste a fucking drop."

Sweetie Belle knew what was coming. Instinctively, she tensed her burning slit as her freshly-deflowered tunnel dilated to make room for it's reward. Little tears of pleasure and pain ran down her cheeks as she braced herself against your erratic thrusts. One day, she'd have you to the root; your simmering orgasm threatened to boil over. A pleading, desperate whinny from below was all it took for you to lose control.

'Do it! Finish inside!'

"You're fucking mine." you bucked against her womb. You saved up for too long, and the first pangs of orgasm nearly caused your legs to buckle.Your exhaustion was instantly replaced with elation; you sprayed the foal's clenching insides with spurt after spurt of hot sperm. You couldn't release the intolerable pressure fast enough and a string of swears exploded from your throat. How dare she be so perfect? How a filly's blistering heat could coax such a voluminous release? Your mind breathed relief from a testosterone-driven equine lust; you momentarily questioned if it was you or her who was really in "heat".

The attention was stolen from your spurting manhood by the intense quivers of the skewered foal coming alight with electricity. Her small horn sparked from the pseudo-impregnation, sending immature fireworks of perridot exploding towards the ceiling. Her manacles and chain contrasted the light, providing a whole new image of the foal climaxing for the umpteenth time. The command that she retain your seed was impossible. Mound after mound, each white load of cum overran her overstuffed sex; the foal only bayed for more from behind her bridle-gag as if a wanton whore. Her reddish-pink gash constricted, unwilling to let you depart until it had pulled out every drop of sperm.

"Naughty little foal...wasting her Rider's cum...." you finally finished with a gasp, giving her flanks a quick spank. You withdrew your cock, and Sweetie's sore fillyhood quickly swelled shut. Unable to stand, you slid back onto your butt as steady trail of pearly cum oozed out from your foal. Finally coming down from the heights, you admired your work. "I trust that your estrus will be abated, for a time."

Sweetie Belle was nearly limp, overwhelmed by the experience. In a half-lidded stupor, she panted for breath. Her fur was slightly matted down from the sweat of exertion. Her mane was disheveled from the once-professional coif. Even Sweetie's tail was flayed at the ends, no doubt a result of your rough groping. Truly, she was the very picture of a willing Europa to your foal-addicted bull.

"Mmm..." Sweetie Belle groaned. Her jaw must've been getting quite sore.

"Allow me to help, my dear." your cool demeanor returned upon the routing of your lust. You made your way to her maw, avoiding small pools of lover's fluid atop the saturated carpeting. Gingerly, you removed her bridle-gag as her snout tipped upward in an attempt to catch your attention. Leaning down, you met her in a gentle kiss before pressing your hand to her neck, signaling trust once again. Her petite tongue darted to meet yours.

'Like nectar...'

Truly, your search was done.

"Well then," you whispered, breaking the oral embrace, " I'd ask if you enjoyed yourself, although it would appear quite self-evident." you gestured towards her fillyhood as her tail twitched aside once more. You smirked in disbelief at Sweetie's willingness to continue. "So very, very lewd. I suppose this must become a regular event, should I expect adequate concentration on your performances rather than my own temptations. After all, you are my responsibility now that you belong to me. Do you have anything to say for yourself, my new little filly?"

Sweetie Belle breathed deep, thinking hard. Her mind struggled to spark, finally clear for the first time in what felt like an eternity. An errant hand played with her manacles as another caressed her cheek. She cooed at your touch and leaned into your palm, looking at you with an emotion she'd come to understand with time. Suddenly, her heart's response was realized. In this instance, you would be happy to oblige.

"Please, sir...spin the wheel again."

'Such a submissive little filly...'

Epilogue: Raising the Stakes

"Thank you for the promotion, sir." the turquoise unicorn bowed, donning the gilded longcoat which covered his flank with pride.

"Of course, Spades. Now, bring my next appointment in from the lobby. She's the foal's older sister, and an Element of Harmony. Treat her like one, and demonstrate the exemplary behavior that earned you this new role."

"Naturally, sir. At once, sir." the pony bowed, turning to exit the meeting room. You glanced to the chaise lounge not far from where you sat, where your foal was being fed grapes fresh from the vine by two behaved, albeit jealous, mares. Well-dressed and well-cleaned, last night's feverish romp already seemed a distant memory. Her little maw reached for another succulent bite and you allowed yourself only a slight grin at the foal's exuberance.

"Absolutely precious."

Not a moment later, the twin doors swung open as your guest revealed herself. Dressed to the nines, perhaps with even more jewels than when you'd met, she trotted into your comfortable room. Despite the confidence of her planned entrance, grand as it was, she reeked of nervousness and anxiety. You could understand; it certainly wasn't every day that somepony's trusted "friend" would gamble away their sibling. However, were those lose yellow feathers previously in Rarity's mane as well? You couldn't quite recall.

"Good afternoon, sir." the Lady began, "I understand that you might be in quite literal possession of my sister. I have come to...address the matter. Thank you for summoning me." Rarity's nervousness dropped as she spied her sister lounging nearby, almost as if she'd been too focused on impressing you with her acting to notice.

"Rarity!" Sweetie Belle squealed, rushing to her sister and accepting her equine neck-embrace.

"Oh thank goodness, she's alright. I cannot thank you enough. When I heard from Fluttershy that she'd-"

"Thanks will not be necessary." you held up your hand to interrupt, "It is I who should be thanking you for bringing such a little vocal talent into my fold."

"Your fold? Does this mean-"

"I'm gonna be a singer, Rarity! I'm gonna be a singer! Isn't it amazing?!" Sweetie's horn sparkled once at the peak of a hop, "I'm gonna be opening at all of the casinos and making records and performing in Canterlot and getting some servants and stagecoaches and...and..." the filly could hardly stop wiggling long enough to let out a lengthy "squee".

"Oh, darling! What a whirlwind of events these past few days have been! From despair to euphoria!" Rarity glanced at you with relief. "Thank you, sir! Thank you for giving my little sister her big break into the music industry. You're quite the generous one..." she fluttered her mascara-laden eyelids flirtatiously.

"I do what I can." you leaned back into your chair, spreading your arms. "However, as you might have heard, the strata of business I intend to operate at is anything but 'generous'. Things tend to get quite cut-throat in the music industry, and the foal must be protected. You come from a background in fashion, correct? Then you can trust me when I say that there are many parallels between them. Despite her maturity, Sweetie is still quite young. Therefore, she will be working with me quite closely as we battle towards the top. My investments must be protected, after all."

"Of course!" Rarity nodded her head vehemently in agreement as she took a seat. However, you were unsure if she truly concurred with your plans or if she merely tried to capture your favor. "I trust that you might be needing to speak with me then about the legal necessities? I have been acting as her co-guardian ever since Sweetie moved into my Boutique in rural Ponyvi-...uh, in my more rustic abode."

"That will not be necessary."

"Hmmm?"

"Sweetie Belle, take your hoofmaids and go try out some of the audio equipment on the eighth floor. You'll need to be accustomed to it for our recording sessions. In the meantime, your sister and I will be discussing your contract."

"Okay! But promise that you'll come listen to me soon, please?" she tried to give you a pout, but kept breaking down into foalish giggling.

"Of course, my little darling. Now trot along. Your sister have some rather boring old-hoof matters to discus."

With a graceful leap, Sweetie Belle sent herself bounding out the doorway, soon followed by the same pair of mares who showed far less enthusiasm. As they shut the door behind them, your eyes honed in on the wistful Rarity. You saw her deep in thought, tracing a certain musk that seemed far too familiar within the winds of her sister's departure. True, Rarity hadn't realized until the moment that Sweetie Belle hadn't leaked once during the whole affair, despite her previous lack of self-control around you. Slowly, a realization dawned upon the mare; you saw it in her flustered features.

"She's mine, you know." you leaned forward, lacing your fingers together and setting them gently atop the table. "Mine in every. Single. Way."

"I...I just...she and you..." Rarity stumbled, unsure how to react.

"Remember, Rarity. What's placed on the table is what's bet. You can try to challenge it, but you might find that my methods are rather persuasive, and my resources quite deep. My lawyers have already combed through every last addendum of Equestrian Law, modern and archaic, and I can assure you that little Sweetie Belle shall always belong to me. She's certainly old enough in Equestria to legally make up her own mind in this matter, but I intend to legitimize that ownership. The ancient laws that now obligate me to her, even as a foreign species, are quite specific. I have already taken her flower; I have combed through far too many fillies to find a foal so deserving as Sweetie Belle."

Although preparing for a confrontation, it appeared as though you had little to concern. Rarity seemed far more crestfallen than furious, her fantasy ruined that you would claim her sister rather than herself though such archaic power-play.

"But...but...you would choose such a young mare to claim? Perhaps a gentlecol-gentleman, of your caliber would be more suited for a...mature, sophisticated Lady? I can assure you, that Sweetie Belle has always been in good hooves with me, and that perhaps I could still help you with some of her quirks?"

It would appear that Rarity might just fit into your plans after all, if was truly this desperate to fulfill her romanticist ladder-climbing fantasy. An Element of Harmony would be quite useful to have as a PR tool, especially one so verbose...

"That is not an issue. Your status as an Element, although quite prestigious, is hardly the outlet for a proper Lady." you stood from your seat, walking over to the paralyzed mare. "After all, should you find it in your heart to publicly support Sweetie Belle's legitimacy as my chosen broodmare, who knows what kinds of generosity I might respond with." With an errant hand, you brushed against her withers, eliciting a shudder. Although you've seen certain that Sweetie Belle's estrus was readily soothed, it would appear that her sister has had no such luxury. Silently, she'd already begun to soak the chair beneath her.

"Of course, you'll have to possibly play second-fiddle to a foal in the process. Laws are laws, after all, and Sweetie Belle is the princess of my little herd. I believe she'll slick my desires quite satisfactorily. But who knows?" you leaned over from her back, whispering hotly into a twitching ear, "Perhaps I might see fit for a ménage à trois someday. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to see to my filly. I'm sure that she'd love to test the soundproofing of her new recording studio. Clean yourself up with one of the towels near the chaise lounge, and see yourself out. I'll comp you and your friends a few more nights in my best suites as I have the proper documents drawn. Have a lovely evening, Rarity."

You stepped out of the doorway, allowing only a gentle caress of her mane before your departure. Rarity craned her neck, almost as if wanting to follow you out until she realized how sopping wet her seat had become. Was it the thought of you ravishing Sweetie's virginity, or perhaps just the smell of your musk mingling well with her estrus? Regardless, Rarity easily acquiesced to your stipulations. With a blush, she levitated over a fluffy towel.

"They certainly do grow up quickly..."