Roseluck was a morning pony. You have to be as a gardener. Unfortunately that meant poor Pokey had to wake up just as early to be able to make them all breakfast and fresh lunch boxes. So Roseluck has, over the years of being Pokey’s pet, trained herself to wake up even earlier than her Master, just so she can wake him up slowly and lovingly.

Roseluck stirred, her ears twitching as her muzzle opened in a little mew of a yawn. She slowly blinked the sleep out of her eyes, frowning at the first rays of dawn tickling her eyelids. Somepony had already gotten up and opened the curtains in Master’s bedroom. She idly wondered why Master hadn’t blindfolded her for bed as he normally did. Then she saw him, his face sliding into focus, his muzzle barely touching her own as he cuddled her bound body in his sleep. Memories of the previous night returned. Master had cleaned her up carefully with a towel and a bowl of warm water afterwards. Then he carried her to his bed and cuddled with her, kissing and gazing deep into her eyes, admiring the ‘broken look’ in them as he drifted off the sleep.

She enjoyed that, that feeling she called her own ‘subspace’, the various states each sub loved being in the most. Her fellow subs would often chat about what their own personal version of ‘subspace’ was at their weekly club meetings. Each sub, even her own sisters, seemed to have their own versions. Roseluck’s own was a place of sheer happiness and fulfillment beyond physical pleasure, that profoundly wonderful feeling of completely being made Master’s prized possession. Master knew of her ‘subspace’. In fact, he was the first pony she had brought it up with, admitting to him of this strange new happy floaty sensation she would often feel towards the end of a session. Master had told her it was her ‘subspace’ and helped her discuss it with her sisters and other subs, even helped her achieve it to explore it further.

Master enjoyed helping her achieve her ‘subspace’, so much so that Roseluck liked to make it clear to him that he had succeeded. ‘Breaking’ was one such way he enjoyed, one he would save for special occasions, and he seemed to absolutely love seeing her roleplaying a ‘broken mare’ for him afterwards. It wasn’t difficult, a simple matter of putting on a blank expression, staring out into the distance to give herself that unfocused, glazed look, and lowering her eyelids to remove that reflective sparkle from her normally bright eyes. In fact Roseluck was so sexily good at the roleplay that she was always the default victim when her Master and sisters fancied a little ‘mare-breaking’ play. She was unfortunately a victim of her own success, being so good at her roleplay that her Master and sisters would often fail to resist rutting the ‘freshly-broken mare’. Keeping up the ‘broken look’ while having one’s oversensitized body bucked hard was difficult to say the least. Failure never fails to end a scene with lots of laughter and teasing, at least.

She felt somewhat conflicted that particular morning. Should she keep up the roleplay? But if she did, she wouldn’t be able to have her way with her Master’s delicious morning wood as she gently woke him up. It wasn’t normally a problem as usually Daisy and Lily would be around to do the deed, leaving her to ~~jealously watch~~ maintain her roleplay. But her two sisters were missing from their cages by the bed that morning. The thick pillows and blanket inside bore depressions suggesting recent occupancy but the cages were otherwise empty.

‘Did they get up early to carry on with the preparations they mentioned yesterday?’ she wondered.

An impish little Roseluck popped into being on her withers, complete with horns and pitchfork. ’But, but, Master’s cock!’ It argued, very persuasively albeit squeakily, pointing out the mighty rod that was already mostly out of its sheath, poking Roseluck in her belly.

‘Master’s cock,’ Angel Roseluck nodded in solemn agreement. ‘Buck roleplay.’

‘Master’s cock it is,’ Roseluck decided as the two little shoulder Roselucks shared a hoof-bump before disappearing.

Besides, a broken mare can still be slave to cock, right? Master certainly wouldn’t argue, not when he’s too busy moaning.

Her hoof straps were bound loosely enough to allow her to slip out of her Master’s hold, gently rolling him onto his back. Her stallion grunted softly, his forehooves adorably reaching out for his missing slave in his sleep. She offered him a pillow to hug in her stead, silently apologizing and promising to make it up to him.

She inched her way down until she was lying where she belonged, in between Master’s legs. She giggled softly at the sight of her Master’s mast standing proud. Master, being a physician, had tried to explain the physiology of morning woods to her. But she preferred her own theory – that he was dreaming of particularly happy things.

Because it meant she could make his dreams come true.

She minded her manners, pressing her muzzle against the base of his testicles in a lovingly worshipful kiss. He groaned softly as she slowly traced the wrinkles in his balls with her tongue, lavishing them with trails of gleaming affection. He gave a soft rasp as her tongue found the root of his pole. She reached out with her bound forehooves, cupping her stallion’s precious cum sacks and tugging them gently as she buried her muzzle in the root of his cock. She allowed her licking and kissing to take her upwards along the shaft, showering every inch with her love. She giggled as it throbbed appreciatively to her affections, booping her playfully on the nose. Her efforts were rewarded with a trickle of precum already collecting at the tip when she arrived. She kissed the glistening bead, licking and suckling every drop out of his slit with a happy hum. Licking her lips hungrily, she got to work on the main course. She allowed his broad flare to spread her lips apart. She worked slowly, bobbing her head up and down, letting more and more of his majestic stallionhood to penetrate her muzzle with each motion. There was a soft pop as the whole of his flare tip slipped into her mouth, its girthy mass pressing down on her tongue.

She had never been with any other stallion and her possessive Master would never share her, but she had a feeling her Master was on the large side. Considering his name and cutie mark, it was probably a part of his natural talent. She certainly had trouble when he first began training her to service him orally. But he had been very patient, spending the first few weeks encouraging her and building her confidence, no matter how much she accidentally scraped him or bit him with her teeth. She knew she must’ve hurt him loads, but he bore it stoically, patiently guiding her each time. Now she prided herself a master of the art, a skill bestowed by her Master, one she was always eager to show off to him.

She was just about to go down on him when she felt a forehoof caress her mane. She blushed brightly as she peered up meekly at her Master.

“Good morning, Rosey," he smiled down at her, ruffling her mane fondly. “You and your sisters are truly the best way to wake up in the morning.” She beamed around his cock at his praise. “I was just thinking I should be feeding you breakfast. Would you like that?”

She nodded enthusiastically, her smile around his cock growing eager as she watched her Master magically open their bedside cabinet and levi out a potion bottle labelled ‘Rosey’s Morning Feed’. He uncapped it and downed the entire bottle in one gulp. Roseluck felt him shiver briefly beneath her, his balls visibly swelling up heavy and turgid with her breakfast. She trembled with excitement as he grasped her tightly by her mane. With a firmness that instantly bent her to his will, he pushed her down on his stallionhood, working his tip into her tongue. She moaned the happy moan of a toy being put to good use as she lapped at his throbbing tip.

“Mmmm, oh yes, good girl, Rosey,” Pokey groaned pleasurably, halfway dropping his usual dom demeanor to bask in her skill. That was another thing Roseluck loved about her morning feedings — her Master tended to be more relaxed and vocal in his enjoyment of his slaves.

“Mmnh, slrp, ahhm, shlp, haahn,” Roseluck made adorably feminine sounds of pleasure, earning herself more satisfying throbs from his cock against her tongue. While her Master might hold onto her by her mane, that was more for her immersion than actual control. In truth, blowjobs are one of the many situations where the sub have near complete domination of her dom, turning their Masters into putty in their hooves. And Roseluck absolutely loved how she could absolutely drive her Master mad with pleasure when giving him head.

“Hmmngg, yes, yes, good pet, just the tip.” He growled in a budding crescendo. Roseluck felt his tip flare up, stuffing her muzzle to full with its hot throbbing girth.

She peered up at him with her big soulful emerald eyes, giving him a pleading look and a begging whine that said ‘please feed me, Master’. She felt him freeze up, stunned by her irresistible cuteness. “Rosey!” He cried as he grasped her mane in both hooves and held her in place as his flare surged with an explosive burst of cum. Roseluck moaned triumphantly as the first hot deluge flooded her tongue. She had only a moment to savour it before she had to swallow to make room for the next surge, then the next, and another. His pulsing cock did not stop drenching her muzzle in rich, thick cream.

She felt her belly begin to swell with his sloshing hot batter, but the magical breakfast potion made sure her stuffing was far from over. She wasn’t about to let it end either, her tongue lapping at his throbbing flare and her mouth suckling him for all he was worth, drawing his climax longer than any paradise had any right to be. She suckled on him like a mare possessed, revelling in his growls of ecstasy, craving more and more of his delightfully sweet and salty lust. Her Master made sure to eat plenty of sweet fruits and watery vegetables to produce only the sweetest, smoothest cream for his pets and it certainly helped in training and conditioning Roseluck’s taste for it. Now she was helplessly addicted to it, every drop a pleasurable aphrodisiac that only spurred her thirst. She didn’t stop suckling and licking until her Master had given her every last dribble of cum.

“Thank you for feeding me, Master.” Roseluck kissed her Master’s thoroughly-cleaned cock in gratitude. “It was yummy. It feels like more than usual though.” She felt her full belly slosh a little more than usual.

“I’m using a new potion formula for your feeding, with greatly improved volume, sugar, protein and citric acid output.” Her Master explained as he caressed her tummy, making sure she was properly stuffed. “Nutrition is important when you’re carrying a foal.”

Roseluck giggled at his earnest thoughtfulness. “Thank you, Master. Your pet will make sure to fatten herself up for your foal.”

“Good girl.” Roseluck squeed at his praise, leaning into his loving petting.

Pokey stretched luxuriously as he slid out of bed and onto the lush carpeting. He magically unchained her hoof straps, allowing her to follow him. “Looks like your sisters have left early to continue our preparations,” he said, eyeing their empty cages. “Their hard work has certainly earned a reward. I think Daisy would enjoy whole night in the torture chambers, would you agree?”

“I’m sure she would, Master.” Roseluck nodded with a knowing little smile. “Especially if you make her ride the magical unicorn rainbow express.”

“I thought we agreed to stop calling it that.” Pokey chuckled at the name. “Well, Night Light just finished designing a new high-energy magical energy prod so I might do as you advise...and tell Daisy it was your idea.” He chuckled at the sudden palor on her face. “As for Lily, I am torn between tossing her into the tentacle pit or having her run the predator-prey race.” Pokey tapped his chin thoughtfully. “What do you think, Rosey?”

“As long as you transform into a manticore for the race, I’m sure she would absolutely love it.” Roseluck giggled.

“Hmm, I don’t know, my manticore might be a little rusty.” Pokey chuckled. “Well, I told them to have our arrangements ready for ten o’clock. We have two hours until your breeding begins. Should I take you for a walk, Rosey?” He looked down to find his pet kneeling on her hindlegs, looking up pleadingly at him with her riding crop in her mouth. His lips curled into a fond smile as he accepted the crop, giving his slave a mane-ruffle for her show of obedience. “Hmmm, now what could my little pet possibly want with this?” He asked teasingly.

“Please discipline me, Master,” Roseluck begged for her morning discipline, a brief ritual her Master would give her and her sisters to start the day. It was an exercise entirely separate from punishments, meant to remind them of their place as his devoted slaves. Unlike their play scenes the routine in their discipline sessions made for few surprises but the regularity made it more a moment of quick intimacy for the herd.

“Hmm, yes, that reminds me, I won’t be whipping your cute little rump from today onwards.” He gave an amused chuckle at her pout. “Oh, don’t give me that look. I didn’t say I won’t still discipline you every morning. We’ll just be doing it differently while you’re bearing my foal for me.” He gave her a kiss on her forehead, mollifying her pout ever so slightly. He took a seat on his armchair by the fireplace, beckoning her over to kneel on her hindlegs on the floor before him. “Waiting position.” He ordered. She couldn’t help but wonder what her Master had in mind as she spread her hindlegs as wide as possible while bringing her forelegs together in front of her. Normally he would have her and her sisters either suspended or bent over on the floor or bed for their disciplining.

She quickly got her answer as she felt his magic grasp lock her foreleg hoof straps together. His forehoof gripped her head tightly before pushing her deep down between his legs. She gave a muffled gasp of surprise as her muzzle was pressed into the heavily laden sacks of his testicles. She was forced to close her eyes as his thick, heavy cock slapped against her forehead. Her gasp filled her nose and mouth with the thick, powerful musk of his balls, their thick leathery skin still hot and sweaty from being over-stimulated into producing her breakfast. Her immediate instinct was to draw away for fresh air but she quickly found herself struggling against her Master’s firm hold on her head. “MMMmmnnn!” She moaned as she was forced to breath in another lungful of his strong, heady scent.

“Breathe, Rosey,” he ordered, his whip magically tracing circles along her quivering thighs. “Breathe it all in. Fill yourself with your Master’s scent.” He ascentuated every word with a teasing stroke on her leaking slit with the crop.

“Mmmm...mmm…” Her struggles faded away into feeble fidgeting as his powerful musk overwhelmed her sensitive senses and flooded her mind with his essence. “Mmmm...nnn…” She began to drool from both ends as his crop caressed her winking clit. Her mind had gone blank from the heady fumes fogging it up. His all-pervasive stallionliness made her madly twitching pussy leak hungrily around the invading crop. Something about his scent gripped a primal part of her mind, summoning up primitive instincts that few ponies have used since the cavepony days. It was a system hard-wired into her other primitive functions, namely survival and procreation, and said system was being hammered into submission by his musk.

“Rosey is Master’s broken slave.” He said in slow, foalish words to make it easier for her sluggish mind to imprint his will.

“B-bwoken swave…” The poor slave’s murmur sounded muffled against his testicles. She otherwise remained still where she knelt at his hooves as he burned her new identity into her mind.

“Master’s broken slave bears this pussy that belongs to Master.” He emphasized by sinking the head of the riding crop into her drenched honeypot, causing the slave to dribble helplessly all over the carpet.

“Pushy...belongs...Master.” The slave echoed blankly, every word reshaping her from her body to her soul.

“This slave’s pussy is for Master’s fun and his foals.” He said with cool, calculated patience.

“Fow Mastew’s...fun and...foalsh.” Her words grew increasingly slurred as his will reshaped her very core.

“From now on this slave is Master’s foalhole, Master’s broodmare.” He sealed her fate as he levitated his Master phaser into her bound forehooves, its prongs already crackling with a spark shaped into the unmistakable form of a breeding mare's mark - A heart contained in a circle with his cutie-mark and her own at its centre.

“Bwoodmare…” Her bound forehooves took hold of the phaser with surprising strength of purpose, aiming the sparking prongs against her own belly where her womb would be. “Mastew’s...foawhowe…”

He pushed the crop deep into her winking cock sock. “Give yourself to me, slave.” He ordered. She gave a muffled cry of defeat into his balls as she pressed the burning brand against her waiting fur. Her entire body trembled violently from mane to tail with the force of her surrender. He held her tightly against him through her throes of submission, his testicles muffling her feeble moans.

He was patient. He waited until she had stopped quivering, until her whimpers had lapsed into gentle panting, before he released his firm hold on her. He allowed her to remain kneeling at his hooves, resting her chest in his lap as she used his thighs as a pillow.

“I think I’ll enjoy doing this every morning for the next 11 months,” he remarked as he stroked her mane lovingly.

She could only suppress a genuine quiver from ruining her roleplay, much to his amusement.

Author's Note

Sorry for the delays with this. As I might have mentioned to some of you, I was busy with exams last week. I've got more time on my hands now so expect the completion of this story and the next chapter of the core story soon. Also, there'll be another Clocktower Scene coming up immediately after I finish this one, this one a little present for a friend who has been hard at work supporting Clocktower Society from day one.