Fishing at the Communal Cum Baths

“That’s five trucks of flowers. One to be dropped off at Canterlot, one at Hollow Shades, one at Fillydelphia and two at Manehattan.” All Aboard nodded at the long train of container trucks stuffed full of flowers by the cratefuls. The eastbound overnight ‘Flower Express’ gleaming in the setting sun was truly a sight to behold.

“That’s a lot of flowers, ma’am,” the train driver, Hot Stoke, whistled.

The setting sun allowed the young mare to pull her sun hat off, revealing a silky rose’n’peach mane. Her white sun dress glowed gold in the last lights of sunset. “Never enough flowers for all the ponies in love or in need of a snack,” she said, her bright evergreen eyes gleaming playfully.

“I remember when your mom and dad sold flowers out of their own homemade cart, Roseluck.” All Aboard nodded at the train that took up the entirety of Ponyville station’s platform. “Now you sell’em by the trainloads to all of Equestria.”

“Our greenhouses do a lot of the hard work. But the three of us Blossom sisters still serve Ponyville out of that cart dad build.” Roseluck said humbly.

“I need to stop by more often now that it’s rose season again,” Hot Stoke said as he clambered into the driver’s cab. “Or maybe I should just sneak some out of the back.” He gave Roseluck an evil grin.

“If you can find the right crates, sure. Some of them contain modified tentacle plunderseeds though.” Roseluck shrugged her withers.

“I’m hauling what?!” Hot Stoke balked as the train pulled away from the platform in a burst of steam. “W-wait! I didn’t sign up to haul tentacle plunderseeds! No! Wait! NOOOO!” He wailed as the train picked up speed.

“If I knew that’d be the last I ever saw him, I’d ask him to cough up the bits he owed me.” All Aboard said, offhoofedly. “Well, I’d better look into hiring a new train driver for your westward shipment next week. You take care walking home, Rose,” the station master waved her off.

“Thanks, All Aboard. Good night.” Roseluck waved back before settling into a brisk trot. She was joking about the tentacle plunderseeds, obviously. Magically modified tentacle plunderseeds are attracted by loud noises so transporting them by train would be a bad idea. Or a good idea depending on which pony you ask. She knew some ponies who would pay good money to ride a train like that.

She probably knew far too many such ponies for her own good.

Two of whom are her own sisters, come to think of it. But it was no secret that they both got off on fears and horrors.

Good thing Roseluck was nothing like her sisters.

Roseluck was a mare of simpler pleasures. Walking through the sunset-painted town, watching everypony wind down for the day, distance-browsing the bookstand to see…

’Naming Your Foal For New Parents by Nurse Kinder Heart’

Roseluck strayed off-course, making a beeline for the bookstand as if drawn magnetically by the book. She felt a little thrill rumble in her heart as she began reading through the chapter on ‘naming dreams’, that wonderful dream where she and her special somepony would feel the first tingles of their foal’s magic manifest itself as a vivid dream. ‘Oh, what if it happens tomorrow? she wondered excitedly with a soft little squee.

“Hmm, Pokey senses tingling. I hear a Rosey squee.” A silken voice whispered in her ear.

“M-Master?!” Roseluck squeaked, almost leaping out of her fur at the royal blue unicorn who had somehow snuck up next to her. He had somehow managed to use his white coat as camouflage against the bookstore’s walls.

“Only in private, Rosey,” Pokey Pierce hushed her with a smile, causing her to blush softly. Her stallion easily dwarfed her petite frame, allowing him to peer over her withers with ease. “So, what has got my filly squeeing?” He asked, peering down at the book.

“N-nothing, honey.” Roseluck was blushing so hard she was beginning to turn the colour of her mane.

He gave a playful little chuckle, one that never failed to send delightful shivers up Roseluck’s spine. “Show me, Rosey,” he ordered short and firm.

Rose felt a flutter of excitement as she allowed her well-trained obedience to take over, opening the book to present it to her stallion. She could almost hear her heart pound away as she held it up for him to read over her withers. She felt his muzzle brush against her mane as his eyes scanned each sentence slowly, almost deliberately. She felt her anticipation mount as he seemed to judge her by each and every word he read.

“Oh, this is an excellent idea.” He finally gave a nod of approval. “I’d love to have a chance to sit down and read this with you. What do you think?”

She felt herself thrown off balance at how easily he could swing from making her tremble with his commands to making her swoon with his loving gestures. “Y-yes, I’d like that,” she barely managed to squeak through her blush.

“Wait a moment, Rosey.” He floated the book along with him into the store. He quickly emerged with the book wrapped in a little rose-coloured ribbon. “There we go. I also got a book for myself.” He grinned widely, showing her another book titled ‘DIY Nursery Furniture’.

Roseluck couldn’t help but burst into happy, tickled laughter. “Now you’re just winding me up!” She headbutted her stallion’s chest softly. She paused a moment, resting her head against his chest. Her stallion seemed to notice her lapse into thoughtfulness, electing to simply curl a forehoof around her mane gently. “Do you...do you think the four of us are really ready?” She finally asked softly, her big emerald eyes slowly peering up at him.

“All I do is help mothers carry and deliver their foals and look after the newborns until discharge. Obstetric paediatricians don’t really get involved past that point, so all this is going to be uncharted territory to me.” Pokey Pierce waved the DIY book in his magical grasp. “But you three are going to be the best moms ever. So with me learning on the job, Daisy and Lily bossing me about and you captaining this ship, I think I like our chances.” He gave his beloved mare a tight hug against his chest. “Speaking of which, Captain, I’m in a hurry to get these groceries into the icebox." He indicated his laden saddlebags. "So y'know what? I’ll race you.”

Roseluck gasped as she felt his familiar magical grasp envelope her entire body, lifting her up into the air. She could only squeak helplessly, holding down the skirt of her sun dress as he deposited her on his back. “H-hey! How am I supposed to race you when I’m stuck up here?!” She cried as they took off, holding her sun hat tight with one hoof while grasping her stallion around the neck with the other.

“By losing to me, that’s how,” Pokey Pierce cackled evilly.

“Nooooo! But I don’t wanna loooose!” Roseluck wailed helplessly as she was whisked away by her stallion.

She did end up losing the race in the end but she quickly found that she didn’t mind it very much, especially when her stallion lovingly carried her across the threshold of their thatch cottage like a newlywed mare. Plus she loved the sight of the endearing blushes and fond smiles on her sisters as they came to greet them in the foyer.

“Welcome home, Master,” the two beautiful mares cooed, their chastity-belts sashaying exaggeratedly as they sauntered up to meet them. The eldest sister, Daisy, was the first to bend down and curl her front hooves around her Master’s, embracing them as she kissed and licked his hoof lovingly in welcome. Lily waited patiently for Daisy to begin her greetings before joining in, taking hold of her Master’s other front hoof.

“Thank you, my little pets,” Pokey Pierce smiled with pride, reaching down to kiss them both softly on their foreheads. “Stand up.” He urged them onto their hooves. “I’m sorry I’m late. I had arranged to come home early but the last patient turned out to have twins.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Master,” Daisy said with an understanding smile, “We kind of suspected Mrs. Cake had more than one bun in the oven.”

“Shush, patient confidentiality, my pet.” Pokey Pierce chuckled, ruffling Daisy’s mane playfully.

“Unlike fancy uppity Canterlot where you came from, Master, it’s kind of difficult to keep buns a secret here in Ponyville,” Lily giggled demurely into a forehoof. “So you’d better get used to all this attention, dear Rose,” she reached up on her tippy-hooves to give Roseluck a welcome-home peck on the lips.

“You know Rose can’t wait to flaunt how she’s carrying Master’s foals,” Daisy teased, joining her sister in giving Roseluck a loving kiss.

“Why do I have a feeling you two are going to do all the flaunting for me?” Roseluck muttered darkly.

“No pressure, Rosey,” her Master chuckled as he magically lifted her off his back. Her sisters were quick to help Roseluck strip off her sun dress, revealing her beautiful cream fur clad in nothing but her own chastity belt. The belt proudly bore her Master’s cutie-mark, making it clear to the world who she belonged to. While the rest of Equestria had moved on from the nudity taboo of the pre and post-unification era, their kink club, Clocktower Society, had kept up old traditions with a twist – Doms wore clothes unless they chose otherwise while slaves were generally kept bare. The Blossom herd had chosen to keep it up, the sisters wearing nothing but their chastity belts at home while dressing up to hide their belts outside the house.

“I’m going to make dinner and tidy up the house before our week away,” Pokey Pierce announced as he donned his ‘Love the Cook’ apron, “I’m afraid we won’t have time for me to wash you three tonight as usual so I will have you wash each other. Be ready for dinner in an hour. Daisy, I’m leaving you in charge of your little sisters,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” the three mares bowed their heads obediently. There are many kinds of dominants. As Daisy quickly found when she started dating him, their Master was the very paternal and controlling kind who thoroughly enjoyed obsessively looking after every aspect of his slaves’ lives down. That knowledge didn’t put Lily off joining the herd and it certainly only encouraged Roseluck. There is something sweet and heartwarming about being looked after by a loving Master. But Pokey was as demanding as he was spoiling. He liked to know he was dominating strong, smart, independent mares and encouraged the three of them to be ambitious in pursuing their careers and lives outside the house. It was his encouragement (and Canterlot contacts) that spurred the sisters to start expanding, producing and exporting flowers Equestria-wide. In fact, the herd had remained traditionally matriarchal on paper with the household named after the Blossom sisters and led by Daisy as its head. It could be stressful sometimes, trying to live up to Master’s eager expectations. But Master’s selfless love, care and attention at the end of a long busy day made it all worth it.

If any of the traditionalist neighbourhood watchdogs ever caught the Blossom sisters kissing and licking the hooves of their beloved Master….oh the horror! The horror! The very thought alone sent shivers of excitement through Roseluck.

“Now, kitchen, it’s just you and me,” Pokey cracked his neck, limbering up as he strolled into what had long become the most macho place in the Blossom herd’s household, “This salad’s not going to know what hit it! Take that! And that!” The three sisters winced at the sparks of magic lighting up the walls as the high-pitched whine of a power drill filled the air.

“I think Master gave us an order,” Roseluck murmured, nudging a mesmerized Daisy.

Daisy blinked the blank look out of her eyes. “Yes, yes, I know. Lily, no clopping.” She nudged a heavily-breathing Lily. “That’s five self-administered lashes on your pussy, ten if you cum, remember?”

“But...but...M-Master’s so steamy when he’s in dom mode, it’d be so worth it!” Lily whined as Daisy dragged her along towards the stairs.

Roseluck stole one last glance at her Master. “That’s all of Lily’s calorie needs for the day. Now Roseluck’s five-a-day….” She heard him mutter to himself, her heart fluttering at the mention of her name. She quickly cantered after her sisters before her blush could give her away.

“Teehee,” Lily giggled softly into a forehoof as the sisters climbed upstairs.

“What’s so funny, Lily?” Daisy asked the middle sister with a curious smile, one eyebrow cocked.

“When Master declared he would be the one to look after the chores and the two of us, you made a bet that he wouldn’t last a week. It’s been five years now he’s been doing the cooking and cleaning, o’ ye unfaithful,” Lily giggled, “And he carried on even after Rose joined the herd.”

“W-well, I won’t deny that Master continues to surprise me.” Daisy cleared her throat uneasily as she opened the bathroom door for them. “He’s certainly gotten better at cooking.”

Lily only giggled at that. “Come on, Rose, you first. It’s your special week, so we need to get you extra squeaky clean.” She gestured for Rose to hop into the bathtub as she grabbed a scrub brush and a bottle of fur shampoo.

“Inside and out,” Daisy intoned, waggling her eyebrows suggestively as she pulled out their enema kit box from under the sink cabinet.

Rose paused halfway through climbing into the bathtub. “Uh, aren’t I going to be bred all week? I’m pretty sure an obstetric paediatrician’s not going to mistake my tailhole for my foalhole.” She frowned down at the box.

Daisy grinned playfully as she unlocked Roseluck’s chastity belt using the key hanging on a ribbon by its side“Oh, yes, you are going to be bred thoroughly, make no mistake about that," she said, knowingly, “But I’m sure Master would still want to use his special anal slave for funsies during breaks.”

Rose blushed brightly at the thought as she stepped out of her chastity belt. “Um, this is a silly question to ask at this point, but are you two sure about letting me go first?”

“Well, yes, we need to get you clean, dear,” Daisy chuckled as she filled the enema bottle with water from a tap.

“Uh, I mean, about the whole having Master’s foal thing.” Rose fidgeted uneasily in the bathtub. “Are you two sure you’re alright with all….um...this?” She waved her forehoof at the air vaguely. “I mean, I am the youngest, and I was the last to join the herd, and…”

Lily giggled understandingly as she curled her forehooves around their youngest sister, silencing her anxious babbling. “Rose, as long as you’re ready, nothing would make Daisy and I more happy and proud than to see our baby sister bear our herd’s first foal.”

“You being the youngest and the last to join the herd mean nothing. You’re special to Master, you’re special to us,” Daisy said, hugging her sister fiercely. “Now let’s get you cleaned up. You have a whole week of breeding ahead of you.” She and Lily loomed over Rose, weapons of mass cleanliness in their hooves.

Rose could only squeak in terror as her sisters bore down on her like demons of hygienic vengeance.

The sisters were squeaky clean and downstairs before the hour was up. They had ignored the dining room on their way. That was only for show or entertaining house guests. The Blossom sisters had their own special feeding area in their Master’s den. They sat on their haunches on their personal pony pillows around Master’s low, wide armchair by the fireplace. It was their special sanctuary where they would spend many an evening simply revelling in their togetherness, resting their heads upon Master’s lap.

On one side were three pet bowls set beneath water dispensers labelled with their names, each containing the minimum amount of water they had to finish by the end of the day each day. Their minimum water requirements were meticulously calculated daily based on the weather forecast and humidity. Finishing and drinking a little extra will earn them one of their favourite rewards - Master personally feeding them one of his tasty homemade pet biscuits.

Not drinking their minimum allotment, on the other hoof, would earn them punishment. Daisy would be made to drink the remainder in her hated grapefruit juice, Roseluck with celery juice. Once upon a time all three were punished by drinking the remainder in Master’s pee straight from the tap. Roseluck is not sure why Daisy isn’t punished this way anymore. She herself lost the privilege when she began to enjoy the punishment so much she began to deliberately not finish her water allotment each day. It didn’t take long for her Master to pick up on her mischief. She was punished with no physical contact from her Master for two months. By the end of the third week she was already weeping for him, by the the fifth week she was begging and promising the world. At the end of her punishment she vowed to her Master she would never deliberately neglect any aspect of her personal care for any reason. She was rewarded with a nice, long drink from his tap. Since then she’d receive the privilege as an occasional reward rather than punishment. She suspected Daisy had done the same at some point, or perhaps she had more sensibly declared to her Master that she was enjoying the punishment too much for it to be effective. Nowadays only Lily received Master’s pee as punishment, though Rose privately suspected the middle sister was simply better at disguising her secret enjoyment of her punishment.

Over Master’s desk was a bulletin board bearing graphs of his pet’s body weights, nutrition intake and exercise regiments and schedules. To one side were three individualized bookcases bearing books that Master required them to study. None of the sisters had attended higher education so Master had taken it upon himself to sit them down three evenings a week and personally lecture them on everything from language and philosophy to practical economics and botany. Roseluck was at one point surprised to find that she had enough knowledge of philosophy and science to impress Princess Twilight Sparkle herself, so much so that the princess had insisted she have the sisters over for tea at the palace once a month to chat.

That had certainly made Master’s day. He was so proud he rewarded Roseluck with the longest, most mind-blowing multi-orgasm to ever rock a mare.

She had taken her studies under his keen tutelage much more seriously since.

A few fellow submissives at their kink club's weekly submissive coffee mornings had expressed horror and concern at what they called ‘freaky and abusive’ levels of control. The Blossom herd were quick to defend their beloved Master. Sure, he was obsessive about their care, almost to a fault, but it was how he showed his love and they loved him for it. If anything, the Blossom herd found it difficult to understand why other dominants at the kink club would ‘share’ their subs with fellow dominants. Pokey Pierce would proudly show off his slaves but would never let anypony else touch them. Roseluck could really only draw one conclusion - There are all kinds of doms and subs and even more kinds of relationship dynamics. In fact, she knew a few subs and doms who admitted to having had to switch partners until they found the right pony for them. The beauty of Clocktower Society was how easily it allowed for such ponies to eventually find their perfect special someponies. Roseluck simply counted herself fortunate that she was first-time-lucky.

Though Roseluck had at one point asked Pokey if he would treat their foal the same way. ‘Off course not. Our foal’s our foal, not my three little slave pets. I get off on looking after you. I’m not about to get off on looking after our foal,’ he had said, simply.

Speaking of foals, Roseluck couldn’t help but notice the pile of brand new obstetrics books and latest obstetric journals piled on her Master’s desk. She couldn’t help but feel a little flutter at the thought of her Master, Ponyville’s most accomplished obstetric paediatrician, actually brushing up on his knowledge just for her.

Her ears rose to attention at the sound of a ringing bell. Her mouth began to salivate at the prospect of food like the well-conditioned pet she was. She wasn’t alone in drooling at the sight of their Master arriving with three pets bowls brimming with food. Pokey Pierce smiled at his eager pets as he set down the first bowl in front of Daisy, a medley of roast vegetables seasoned with roses and thyme, her absolute favourite. Master was quite obviously rewarding her for something. He petted her mane lovingly as he guided her down to her bowl. She obediently dug in, making appreciative happy-pet sounds that drew a wide smile from her Master.

Roseluck craned her neck to try and peer at her own bowl’s contents. “Down, girl,” her Master chided with a smile, causing her to blush a little as she planted her rump back down obediently. “Here you go. I want you to finish everything.” He set down a bowl filled with what looked like a fruit salad filled with avocado, watermelon and apple slices dressed with a very rich cream sauce. The only way to make it more fattening was to dump a bucket of sugar on top. It was very different from his usual lean, healthy and calorie-counting approach to cooking. “Yes, I’m fattening you up,” he whispered in her ear, causing her breath to catch with excitement. “I’ll be making you eat plenty while you carry my foal.” She shivered as he ran a forehoof tantalizingly across her belly. “Now be a good pet and lick your bowl clean.” He ordered firmly, wrapping his hooves around her neck possessively as he pushed her down towards her bowl. She gave a happy moan as she dug in, eager to fatten herself up for her Master. “Good pet.” He growled approvingly at her obedient gusto.

Roseluck was so busy demolishing her meal that she almost missed the whimper from Lily as her Master set down her bowl. She did her best to not slow down as she peered over the edge of her bowl at her sister. Lily looked downcast as she peered at her beautifully presented tomato, spinach, cucumber and bean salad laced with yoghurt dressing, a whole salad made of the five things she loathed the most. She was obviously being punished for something. “I-I’m sorry, Master, I’m sorry I didn’t finish the lunchbox you made. I was just so busy, I…”

“You were so busy you left out the tomatoes and cucumbers? When I told you you need more iron in your diet this month?” Master demanded impatiently.

Lily could only whimper in reply. “I-I’m sorry, Master. I just….” She mumbled, lips trembling, ears drooping, looking the very picture of dejection. Her words trailed off into a soft gasp as a napkin magically floated up to her eyes, blindfolding her before securing itself behind her mane. “M-Master…” She moaned with a shiver.

Pokey wordlessly straddled her back, curling one forehoof around her neck possessively, drawing another needy moan from her. “Open your mouth, pet.” He ordered, giving her neck a brief but firm squeeze.

“A-ahhn…” She moaned as she obediently opened her mouth wide for him. He wasted no time in levitating a spoonful of her salad and feeding it to her. She gave a pitiful whine as it landed on her tongue.

“Now, chew and swallow,” He growled. Her breathing picked up perceptibly as he began to run his forehoof up and down her neck encouragingly, dictating the tempo of her chewing before finally guiding her swallowing. She opened her mouth obediently as she finished, drawing a grunt of approval from her stallion. “Good filly, keep going.” He encouraged as he fed her even more. Lily's moans and whimpers grew louder and louder with each successive bite until her bowl was perfectly empty. “There you go, last bite.” He said, levitating the bowl out of the way just in time to avoid her faceplanting it as she flopped limply onto the floor. "Well done, Lily," he ruffled her mane as he carefully untied her blindfold.

He proceeded to carefully inspect Daisy and Roseluck's bowls. “Well done, girls.” They mewled appreciatively as he petted them lovingly in praise. He levitated their bowls away, replacing them with bowls of water. “The clocktower bell will be sounding in fifteen minutes. Be ready to leave for the Society by then,” he said as he turned to leave. He seemed to miss Lily's satisfied little smile, her eyes glinting with obvious mischief. The smile didn’t go unnoticed by her scowling sisters, however.

‘There really are all sorts of subs,’ Roseluck thought, ‘And my sister’s the worrying sort.’