Cookie is clearly a sub who enjoys verbal punishment

by a guy with many hats

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Comedy
Length: 2385

A pegasus named Cookie goes to a bondage club to protest, and eventually spending a night being dominated by mistress Trixie.

A pegasus named Cookie goes to a bondage club to protest, and eventually spending a night being dominated by mistress Trixie.

Written for my good friend, cock sock, Superflyingcookie.
Title idea from: iakovl

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-14 11:10:03 UTC

Cookie

"Absolutely disgusting...how could anyone even think about doing this!?" Cookie asked, pacing in front of the local bondage club. "Paying to be tied up, paying to be treated like an animal, freaks, all of you freaks!" Cookie continued pacing while the crowd around him slowly dispersed. "You ponies need help! Go socialize with normal ponies, not these freaks!"

Cookie waited until the crowd was gone, darting towards the club and throwing himself in the doors. He looked around, spotting a form tray and snatching one. He looked over the kinky list, poking out a few chaffs and putting the smut riddled form into a mail chute. Cookie sat nervously next to a tinted black window, tapping his hoof on the floor like mad. "Whores...freaks...all of em." He muttered, staring out the window at the passersby.

He sat there for what felt like days, waiting and waiting for the door to pop open and signal Cookie's time. He could barely wait. He had tried so hard to avoid it, but after reading more about it on a late Saturday night, he caved. He spent the last week spouting off about how disgusting it was, trying to conceal the fact he was about to be taken down by a mare half his size.

He sat nervously as another stallion showed up, taking a form and sitting as far away from Cookie as possible. The stallion turned away, poking out what he wanted and stuffing the form down the mail chute. He never turned to face Cookie, the two trying to stay anonymous.

The metal door groaned open. "Cookie, the."

Cookie hesitated, slowly leaning over towards the edge of the seat before bolting off. The other stallion just watched, shaking his head and going about his business. Cookie ran to meet a bored looking mare standing in the doorway. "Room eight...she'll be there in a few minutes."

"I'm just doing it so I know how twisted you are!" Cookie snapped, running down the hall. "Freaks!"

He ran through the odd smelling rooms, trying to ignore the strange moans and groans as other clients were serviced. He felt his skin flush as a guttural moan from a stallion croaked through the halls, followed by a loud slam of a metal door. Cookie felt horrid, feeling excited from a stallions noise. "F-fucking gay...."

Cookie walked briskly to the room marked eight, slipping in and getting a look around. It was a simple concrete room, a large pillow, a drain, assorted bondage tools, and a strong smell of bodily fluids of a varied nature. Cookie nearly gagged at the obvious smell of sex, permeating the room and clinging to his nose. He tried to control himself, realizing, at half mast, that the smell hadn't come from a mare. This was a heated smell, a thick smell, a smell he knew from summer camp.

Cookie paced nervously around the room. His sexuality was being challenged to an extreme degree, and he was having trouble telling himself how straight he was. The words felt disingenuous as he tried to force thoughts of mares over the stench of stallions. His mind and body were conflicted as a loud, woosh, sucked the foul air out of the room in a single rush. Cookie's ears took a moment to pop. His dazed body stumbled a step, bumping into a blue mare with leather stockings on all four of her legs.

The mare looked at the form Cookie had filled out and crumpled it up. "Mistress Trixie does not care for you sick fetishes. Now move." Trixie shoved Cookie aside, heading to the bondage tools and sorting a few things out. Cookie tried to look over, only seeing a massive mass of black latex before being shoved away. "Did Trixie tell you to look!? Go jerk off in the corner where you belong!"

Cookie felt a strange heat in his chest as he stepped back. "Hey, you're the one with the sick fetish for being a weirdo! You like fucking stallion!? I bet you do, weird ass wanna be hom--"

Trixie snapped a leather belt with her magic. She slowly turned around, brandishing a belt in her grip. "Did Trixie give you permission to speak?" Trixie walked up to Cookie, shoving him back a few steps until he bumped into a wall. "Did Trixie say you could move from your corner!?" Trixie flared up her horn, grabbing Cookie by the forelegs and clamping them together with a pair of hoof cuffs.

Cookie fumbled falling straight towards the ground and bashing his muzzle on the concrete. "Bitch!" He turned his head, resting his cheek on the strangely warm ground. "Look at you, you think this is funny don't you!? You masturbate to this don't you!?" Cookie fell to his side, unable to remain upright. "Crazy bitch, you should just go--"

Cookie was finally silenced as a ball gag filled his mouth. "Trixie does not appreciate her client's yelling." Trixie lifted Cookie up, putting him down before a set of anchors in the ground. Before Cookie could mumble his chained forelegs were forced forward, his back legs spread and locked in place. He was ass up, face down, presenting his jewels to the wall.

Trixie slowly walked behind him, laughing haughtily and picking up a riding crop in her magical grip. "Let Trixie see...is that all?" Trixie prodded Cookie's bollocks with a hoof, roughly jabbing him as she judged his weight. "You surprise Trixie, they're very small for being so swollen. Trixie understands, a closet colt cuddler would get very pent up." Trixie laughed a little, just on the edge of pity. "Trixie does feel bad for such a small stallion, it must be difficult."

Cookie's small member started to peek out at the constant verbal tirade. He could only mumble his anger as he tried to pull at his binds. Trixie pushed the crop under his left testicle. "Hmm...pitiful." She leaned in, giving it a quick peck before stepping back. "Like a peanut." Trixie pulled the crop back, gently slapping it across his sac, but causing an absurd amount of pain.

Cookie let out a short snort, followed by a hearty groan as he tried to managed the pain. He felt his conflicted member go limp as Trixie alternated between gently kissing him and slapping his most tender area with a tiny strap of leather. It only stopped when Trixie pushed the baton between his balls, jamming it against he muscle behind his skin. "Tell Trixie, how many have used this tired little hole?" Trixie asked, jabbing his ass with the crop and making him tighten every muscle in his lower back.

Trixie slapped his button with the crop, making him scrambled forward and inch before being held in place by the bindings. Cookie let out an angry snort followed by a bitter growl. Trixie jammed her hoof into Cookie's battered balls, pressing her under hoof against the warm skin. "Trixie understands your anger. Many stallions feel inadequate, but you, you are inadequate. How sad your father must be to have such a tiny colt."

Trixie jammed Cookie a final harsh time in the rear, stepping back and tossing the crop across the room. She removed Cookie's gag. "You bitch! You like small stallions? You got a foal pussy!? You fiddle fillies!? Crazy bi--"

Cookie's voice was cut short as Trixie swung around, slamming a belt across Cookie's cutiemark. "Who is your master!?"

"Biiiitch!"

Trixie moved her aim, slamming the belt across the back of his thigh. "Who's slave are you!?" Trixie whipped his flank hard. "Who is your master cock slave!? Who does your tiny till pink cock belong to!?"

"Fuck you! Bitch, bitch--" Cookie stopped himself as he felt his half limp member slip between the belt. His breath was heavy as Trixie opened the belt.

"Who am I?" Trixie cooed, leaning down to meet Cookie eye to eye. "Say my name."

Cookie let out a short snort. "Trixie...."

Trixie snapped the belt lightly against him. "Miss, Miss. Trixie!"

"Fuck you!"

Trixie stared Cookie in the eyes, snapping the belt down on Cookie's flaccid cock. Cookie let out a long howl, his cock retreating as the pain zoomed up his shaft and buried itself in his groin. "Bitch...you bitch...you cock whore--"

Trixie smiled wide. "Who am I?"

Cookie tried to look away from the smiling mare. "Miss--"

"Look at me!" Trixie snapped, putting the belt against his sack. "Look at me."

Cookie let out a long huff, staring into Trixie's eyes as he mustered his strength. "Miss. Trixie...."

"Miss. Trixie what!?" Trixie tapped his sack with the belt. "What is Miss. Trixie to you?"

Cookie grew mad, trying to struggle in his binds. "Miss. Trixie is my master!"

"And who are you?!"

Cookie took a moment to let out an animalistic snarl. "Cookie--"

"What is Cookie!? Is Cookie a good little cock sock? Does Cookie like having his little ass filled? Does Cookie like his little cock flopping around as a stallion mounts you!?" Trixie leaned close to Cookie. "Is Cookie a good little slave?"

Cookie took a second. "B--" He felt the belt run across his sac. "Cookie is a good little slave!"

"Does Cookie want more!?"

"Cookie wants more!" Cookie screamed, his face flushing red. "Cookie wants Miss. Trixie, Cookie wants more!"

Trixie smiled and tossed the belt aside. "Trixie will allow this." She returned the gag to his mouth, adding a pair of blinders and lubing up a small metal ring. "Trixie will not allow you to cum, if you cum before Trixie says so, you will be severely punished." Trixie slid the ring across Cookie's limp rod, massaging his rod as the ring hit the base of Cookie's shaft. "Hmm...is that it? Trixie was joking, but this is it?"

Cookie felt his cock twitch at Trixie's words. He bit down on his gag as the ring dug in against his shaft. Cookie tried to lift his legs, trying to pull the ring off. Trixie just started laughing. "Slave is so pitiful, his little twitchy cock so needy. Mistress Trixie wonders if you deserve pleasure for such a tiny cock."

Cookie just huffed and grumbled as Trixie's magic and words kept his small rod at full despite the dull pain at the base of his cock. Trixie laughed hotly, walking away and leaving Cookie alone in his bound state. He controlled his breathing, trying to keep his sadly swelled cock from squeezing too tight against the ring.

Trixie slowly returned, yanking a diamond dog into the room by a choker chain. The diamond dog was bound in black latex, eyes covered, mouth muzzled, and paws put into mittens. "Trixie will not tolerate your dissonance!" Trixie yanked the dog across the room, stopping it behind Cookie. "Slave, Trixie is ready to stuff your dirty little ass with diamond dog cock. Is slave ready?"

Cookie's breathing went wild as he tried to prepare himself. His breathing turned to snorts and snarls as he felt something warm and wet press against his puckered ass. "Trixie is enjoying this...." Trixie bit her lip as she bent the diamond dog over Cookie's sweaty body. The smell of hearty musk filling the room as she felt herself start to grow wet.

Trixie magically lined the dog up, forcing him forward and burying the pointed dog cock deep into Cookie's ass. Unceremoniously and painfully filling his ass with a hot meat and a muscular lump at the base of the dog's cock.

Cookie let out a confused groan as the pain was quickly replaced by a horrid mix, Trixie magically stroking Cookie's conflicted rod, keeping him on the edge while the dog drew back. "Ooooo, Trixie's slave is such a pitiful little thing...whimpering and whining...Trixie's slave is so tender, so angry...Trixie's slave wants more?"

Cookie's body was burning, his face bright red as his body was filled with an assortment of smells and feelings, the strange texture of lubed dog cock in his ass mixed with the soft stroking of Trixie's magic confusing his nerves and turning the dog's short deep digs into pleasurable pulses as the knot slid past his hole.

Trixie removed Cookie's blindfold, laying down before him and staring into his eyes as he cringed from the dog's thrusts. "Does Trixie's little slave like being fucked by diamond dog?" She cooed, pursing her lips and teasing Cookie. "Trixie loves your face, so red, so needy." Trixie kept her lips in a kissing pose as she wiggled her leather bound flank left and right. "Trixie could ride your little face, Trixie enjoys this slave."

Cookie let out a long muted groan as the diamond dog dug deep. Muffled breath filled the air as Trixie's smile widened into a cat like grin. "Cum dog slave...cum."

Trixie removed Cookie's gag as the diamond dog picked up pace, slamming forward a final time as Cookie's tongue rolled out of his mouth. "Does pony slave like warm dug cum?"

Cookie's mouth rolled onto the ground, jammed forward as the dog's knot engorged, corking Cookie's ass and flooding his rear with thin dog cum. "Slave- likes- warm sticky...."

Trixie frowned, cocking her head. "Slave...Trixie wants your anger...."

Cookie just grumbled. "Fuuuucking...freeeaaaks...." His dribbling cock pitifully leaking onto the concrete floor.

Trixie sighed. "Trixie truly hoped one with such words would last longer." Trixie flared her magic, bringing Cookie to a pained orgasm, sending a shallow spurt of seed to flow past the ring and dribble onto the floor. "Trixie is truly disappointed in her slave."

Cookie just laid there, ass filled and corked by a dog, cock laying limply as a soft pleasure sent his muscles to sleep. His tongue hung out, breath heaving as he got a taste of some long dried on the floor of the room. Trixie huffed and turned towards the door. "Trixie was going to cum on her slave...Trixie doesn't think slave deserves it."

Cookie pulled his tongue into his mouth, trying to dampen his mouth. "Bitch...you cum to this? You're a sick bitch...just fucking kill yourself...freak.... Unicorn hack...sleep...in...tartarus...." Cookie slid forward, the bound dog keeping him pinned.

"Hmmm, Pitiful." Trixie wiped her hoof on Cookie's face. Cookie felt a final abused sense of pleasure causing a small spurt from his dying member. "Pitiful slave penis."