A little find

The pony lay curled up in the corner of her bed, staring at the little black bulb under her hoof.

She couldn’t see it very well in the dark, with only a little bit of light from the hallway reflecting off its glossy surface. It looked kind of like a chew toy, an innocent little trinket you leave with your pet to keep them happy while you’re gone… Only it was anything but.

She remembered the days when she was still treated kind of like a pet, back before she made a mistake of disappointing the human. When she was fed, and bathed, and cared for... Occasionally even talked to. She didn’t like it back then, did she. She thought, it just wasn’t good enough for her. She thought, she deserved more than that for some reason. She thought it just couldn’t get any worse than that...

What an idiot. A naive, hopeless idiot. It always could get worse.

Now she’s got to learn what it’s like to be less than a pet. What it’s like to have your life reduced to a silent dark room and a dimly lit hallway, to an opened door that meant “day” and a closed door that meant “night”. What it’s like to be completely, utterly, truly alone.

The human slept elsewhere now. He used to come by every morning, if only to leave her some minimal food and water, but then she was dumb enough to try and talk to him, to tell him she’s sorry, to beg to at least leave the lights on… She’s never seen him since; the food and water appeared overnight.

Until five days ago, when the pony woke up in the middle of the night with a weight on her back and a probing pressure under her tail. “Be quiet,” she heard the first words in weeks. A short, barking order, so unlike the human, and a hand between her wings made the just woken pony freeze - until something hard and cold and slick entered her tailhole in a single thrust and she flinched, yelping in pain and confusion.

The weight on her back was gone as suddenly as it appeared. She scampered up, wincing at the burning sensation and reaching for the invading thing, only to be stopped by another command. “Don’t touch it!” said the dark silhouette in front of her. “Do not. Touch it,” the human said again, backing away from the bed. She watched him in stunned silence as he left the room without another word, slamming the door shut behind him.

She never dared to disobey. She kept quiet and still as the human started to visit her twice a day, each time leaving her a meal before bluntly probing under her tail to make sure the plug was still in place. She never made a noise as he silently squeezed the softly hissing bulb, every day inflating the rubber toy a little bit bigger than the last. She didn’t think of touching it even as it grew painfully large, distending the flesh and forcing her to constantly keep her tail raised high.

Because after all, none of it really mattered. No, no, none of it mattered at all. What mattered is that he was clearly preparing her. Slowly and methodically, changing her to accommodate him, to better suit her new purpose in life. Which meant she had only a few days, maybe a week left at most before she is stretched enough and he comes to claim her. To take her, and grope her, and use her, and humiliate her...

...And maybe talk to her sometimes too, like he did once before. And maybe to hold her close in his arms once again, a-and maybe spend a night with her again, and maybe, and maybe… And maybe she won’t have to be trapped in the dark alone with her thoughts anymore.

The pony lay curled up in the corner of her bed, staring at the little black bulb under her hoof.

***

The human stepped into the silent room, his form obscuring the light pouring in from the hallway. He walked to the nightstand, set down a small bowl of fruit and a tall glass of water, turned to the bed, and froze.

Something was not right.

From the trembling ball of blankets on the other side of the bed he could hear the pony’s labored, pained breathing, with long pauses here and there as if she was trying to hold it in. As he listened, one of the longer pauses ended with a sharp strangled sob and a muted whimper.

In three large steps the human circled the bed and crouched down before the pony.

“H-Hey,” she blurted out, her wide unfocused eyes meeting his. Her face was pale as a chalk and dotted with beads of sweat, ears plastered flat under the matted mane. “You-you-you’re back, h-huh?” She gasped for air and tried to smile. “I just… I just...” Another sob burst out of her chest and her smile turned into a grimace of pain as tears poured down her face. “Oh goddesses, please take it out…”

His eyes widened and he rushed to throw away the blanket. Under it, the quivering pony lay curled up in a ball, cradling the black pump to her chest. The base of the enormously enlarged rubber plug, so thick her stretched flesh couldn’t completely close around it, stuck out from under her raised tail, gleaming in the dim light.

“I wanted to… I tried to…” She hid her face in her hoof, sobs wracking her body. “I-I-I overdid it and I couldn’t let it out with a ho-o-of...” Her voice broke as she fell into uncontrollable crying.

Without a word, the human picked up the black bulb and unscrewed the tiny valve, that was locked to only allow air flow in one direction. There was a loud hiss and a long groan of pain as the plug deflated slowly, until it was small enough to freely slide out. Without a word, he took the toy and left the room, leaving the quietly whimpering pony alone. Without a word, he came back with a small white tube in hand, and sat beside her on the bed.

She had quieted down a little, lying still on her side and breathing heavily, face still contorted in pain. As the bed creaked under the human’s weight, she met his eyes and swallowed.

“Why would you…” He started after a pause, and looked away. Clearing his throat, he continued in a colder tone: “From now on, you are not allowed to cause yourself any harm, for any reason whatsoever. Understood?” He glared at her until she gave a tiny nod. “Good. Now, turn over.”

Visibly tensing up, the pony obediently rolled onto her stomach, tucking a pillow under her chin. She winced and let out a pained hiss when his fingers touched her sore backside, rubbing into her skin some kind of slick, oily cream. It quickly numbed the pain and soothed the burning wherever it touched.

“Wait.” All of a sudden, the pony perked up, looking back at the human. He was just squeezing out another glob from the tube onto his fingers. “Wait-wait-wait-wait, what are you doing, what are you doing?” She drew back with a start as he reached out, an uncertain smile glued to her lips. “Are you… Are you treating me?”

The human raised a brow. “Yes, actually. And now if you would just lie still…” He reached out again.

“No-no-no-no-no-NO!” The pony scrambled away, panic and disbelief spreading over her face. “Are you, are you out of your mind? Do you think I went through all that just-- just for you to--” A shaky chuckle burst out of her chest. “I mean, come on! Isn’t that what it was all about?”

She raised her hindquarters up as best as she could, flagging her tail to the side and presenting to the human her still gaping, twitching orifice framed in a fat ring of supple flesh.

“There.” She looked at him wide-eyed over the shoulder, half-feathered wings outstretched, and wiggled her hips. “Isn’t that what you wanted all along?” Crazed smile tugged at her lips. “Come on.”

The human stared, transfixed, as the pony reached back with her hoof and pulled at her cheek, spreading herself all the more.

“Come on, what’s the hold-up?” she urged, dropping to a feverish whisper. “Do it. Take me. Please? It’ll-- It’ll feel good, I promise! You know it will, r-right?” Her body trembled as she struggled to keep the pose and the smile, eyes turning from asking to pleading to begging. “P-Please, just don’t make me wait, please, I can’t take waiting, goddesses, please, just fuck me already, just-- Ah!”

Her chanting was cut short as the human jumped onto the bed and grabbed her by the waist, raising her rump into the air while hastily undoing his belt with one hand. “Here you go, here you go, that’s it, that’s it,” the pony babbled under her breath, fumbling around to get a hoofhold on the bed as the human stood on his knees and slathered his shaft in the same slippery lotion he was just using on her. She looked back once again just in time to see his freed erection, and, for a moment, all the pretend excitement and boldness and fervor were washed away leaving only the simple, genuine, fear.

Then the human grabbed her by the tail and rammed it in, in one forceful thrust driving his shaft all the way to the base into her colon.

For one mind-shattering moment the time slowed to a still. Tears welled up in her eyes, pinprick pupils staring into nothingness. The toy - only just barely - had prepared her for the bulk, for the girth, for the feeling of her insides stretching to its utmost limit in a pulsing ring of fiery pain around the intruder - but not for the length. As the human froze from the overwhelming sensation of her crushing warmth, the pony could feel him throbbing powerfully in what felt was her throat, robbing her of her breath and rocking her whole being in rhythm with his racing heartbeat. Her hoof stumbled aimlessly against the bed, wingtips trembling, and just as she got hold of the linens, he grit his teeth and started to pull out, and her voice burst out of her chest in a cascade of shattered gasps as her insides clung and followed his withdrawing member leaving behind only the horrifyingly cold emptiness.

Until he was finally out, popping free of her slackened opening as she collapsed in his grasp, quivering and gasping for air - only to let it out in a desperate wail as without much of a pause he went to slam it back in, slapping his sack against her crotch. Getting a better grip with both hands he started to pump in and out at a steady pace, pulling back until only the head was still trapped in before forcing his way back as deep as he could until their hips met with a smack. The pony could only whine and mewl breathlessly, wings flapping uselessly and tears striking her cheeks as she dug her teeth into the pillow.

Every thrust, she prayed for it to be the last. Every thrust, she thought she just couldn’t take any more, that she’d burst, she’d die, she’d get ground down to nothing, but then there was another, and another, and another, and it just went on and on and on long past the point where she could endure it or think or breathe. The human only grunted with effort as he kept humping relentlessly, the medication he had hastily used on his member numbing the sensations and making the orgasm agonisingly slow to reach.

“P-p-pul-pul-please…” he heard the tiny figure blubbing under him then. “E-en-en-en-enough…” With all the reasons and convictions stripped from her mind, the barely conscious pony pleaded for him to stop.

And with a desperate groan the human did the exact opposite, arching forward over the pony and doubling, tripling the pace, pistoning in and out of her tailhole and thrusting his hips just as much as smacking the helpless little body in his hands against his crotch. The pony hung limp, gurgling something unintelligible as her eyes rolled up her head.

...It was long after she stopped making noises that he managed to near the peak, launching into a frenzy of feverish strokes before pressing her hard into the bed and finally erupting, pent up for weeks seed shooting out of his member and flowing freely into the warm depths of the motionless pony. Buried under his body, she shook violently together with the convulsing member inside her, until with a choking burble a torrent of thick white gushed out of her throat and through her lips and nose.

For a while, the human stayed like that, almost lying on top of the pony with his head in the pillows. His heavy breathing filled the room, together will the smell of sex and sweat. There was no other noise.

Then he got up with a start, with a wet noise pulling his softening member out of the lifeless pony. She slid off in a heap into the large whitish puddle on the sheets, hindquarters raised up and wings spread flat. Her eyes were closed.

The human dropped down with his ear to her chest and held his breath, his fingers flying up to the side of her neck. She coughed weakly under him, and he got back up with a quiet sigh of relief, before turning her over on her side and letting her cough out the fluids. Once she quieted down, he picked up the still unconscious pony and carried her over to the bathroom, carefully placing her into the sink as the aftermath of their act started to ooze out.

She opened her eyes as he was bathing her under the weak warm stream, holding her head up with one hand and washing the sweat and semen off her with another. She was silent for a while, mouth agape slightly as she watched his hand gently working out the filth out of her matted fur and untangling the mess that was her tail. Then tears started to roll softly down her cheeks, mixing with water in the sink. In a quiet and weak voice, without looking up, she told him she was so very sorry for calling him all these bad words back then. She told him it was just because she couldn’t understand him, but it didn’t really matter, because in the end he was still the only one who ever cared for her in a long, long time. And even if it did hurt sometimes, she told him, it was alright, she could be his toy, and she could make him feel good, and she could do whatever else he wanted, just as long as he’d stay with her, and not leave her in the dark anymore, not leave her alone anymore, because it hurt, it hurt in her head and her chest and it hurt so much more than anything that could ever happen to her body. Her voice got quieter and quieter as she turned her head and held onto his hand with a hoof, in the end just babbling “please” over and over until it was incoherent whimpering.

The human kept silent through her monologue, cleaning her without a word until the tired pony drifted back to sleep.

***

Once again, the pony woke up in the dark, in the familiar oversized bed. She blinked slowly, staring into the familiar ceiling with a rectangle of dim light from the half-open door stretching across it. In its middle, black against the light, there was a familiar oversized silhouette.

Her body felt weak and sore as she tried to sit up. Fragmented memories from yesterday - or was it still today? - tumbled about in her mind, making her heart race with uncertainty. She didn’t know what to expect anymore, or what to say anymore, and as she looked up at the human sitting on the edge of the bed, her mind frantically scrambled to find what she could be prepared for, what was the worst, the most unexpected, the--

“I’m sorry,” he said to her, loud and clear in the silent room.

The pony froze in her tracks and stared at the human, feeling a sudden cold chill running down her neck. He never, ever, apologized for anything to her before.

“W-What, what for?” she smiled nervously, eyes shifting around as she pulled the blanket higher over herself. “I-I told you it’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry for anything, alright?”

“You’re young.” With his back to the light, she couldn’t see his expression in the shadow. “You don’t know how these things work very well. I do what I have to do.”

“What are you… You’re not going to leave again, are you?” she gasped quietly. “Please, I told you I’ll do anything, just don’t--”

“Be silent,” he cut her off. “Please,” he added in a softer tone. “For a minute. Let me explain.”

She pulled the blanket up to her eyes. The human sighed, leaning forward and pinching at the bridge of his nose.

“As I’ve mentioned once before,” he started in his usual quiet and even tone. ”I've been alone for the longest while. The majority of that time I’ve spent observing your world. It was what the large part of my job consisted of, and it was also about the only entertainment I’ve ever had here as well. During that time, I’ve seen many various specimen of your kind, and a lot of different things you do. Good things, bad things, normal things... Mostly normal things. The everyday life. Your species as a whole differs from ours, considerably so, but not enough to be completely alien. Many of these differences... I would welcome it if we humans had learned some of your better traits.”

He paused for a moment, as if thinking or something, before shaking his head.

“Regardless. What matters here and now is that at some point I’ve realized I’m physically attracted to your kind. Hopelessly, powerfully, with the deepest of my carnal desires threatening to overtake my reasoning whenever there was a chance. But then again, there never was a chance, and even though the fact itself nagged me at first, eventually I decided it simply doesn’t matter. I never expected any kind of actual contact after all, not in my lifetime.”

He paused again, taking off his glasses and rubbing his face tiredly before looking at the pony.

“Then, I’ve got you.”

“You must understand,” - he put his glasses back with a sigh - “that the circumstances under which you crossed the line between the worlds were very, very rare, allowing me to get you here alive and undetected, something I never thought before would be possible. And once you were here, well... I knew that it was, realistically, my one and only chance. One that I didn’t want to risk missing by letting you have any word in that.”

“So,” - he clasped his hands together - “I’ve told myself you didn’t matter.”

“Once I’ve set my mind, since deep inside I knew what I was going to do was wrong, I tried very hard to convince myself that you were something less than a person.” He explained flatly. ”Merely a lifeform from another world, just another test subject, not an equal... Someone-- Something I could do as I please with, without remorse or second thoughts.”

“It was simple at first.” He shrugged slightly. “You look nothing like a human, and I guess I tried to avoid talking with you that much as to not break that impression. Then, arousal made the whole thing even easier, and so did your visible eagerness to follow your role, no matter how forced... And at the point I was starting to think I went too far, you ended up provoking me, which, again, made it yet easier for a while more.”

“But, you see....” He spread his hands apologetically. “After today, I can’t do that anymore.”

“So,” He looked her in the eye, calm and collected as usual. “I’m telling you I’m sorry. I figured I owed you an explanation, so I gave you one. And if I’m to be honest, I’m not sure what else can be said, other that I will understand if you won’t be able to forgive me. Either way…”

He frowned for a moment, looking unusually thoughtful. Then, carefully choosing his words, he continued:

“I guess, what I’m trying to say is…” He looked up at the pony, and his lips curled into a small labored smile. “Would you like to start over?”

The pony, wide shimmering eyes staring back at him over the blanket, didn’t move for the longest while - before finally giving him a tiny, timid, nod.