Sweetie's Schlong, meet Slave's Sphincter...
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Sweetie's Schlong, meet Slave's Sphincter...
“Oooohh slaaaaave~ It’s your Miiiistresss~!”
That voice, so musical and yet so shrill, travels down the stairs ahead of Sweetie Belle’s echoing hoofbeats. You continue to sit on your knees, waiting.
You aren’t sure how long you’ve been down there, how many hours have passed since you last serviced your little Mistress. You’ve waited down here in your cell down in Rarity’s cellar, kept imprisoned at your personal princess’ pleasure - and your own, for that matter.
Keys jangle in the lock, but you don’t turn around. A good slave waits for commands.
Hoofsteps. Then that strange, but unmistakable sound, of magic in the air - her magic, clumsy and youthful, the green glow that she’s used to tease you again and again.
You feel a tug on the harness you’re wearing, and a click. She’s putting your leash on. She must want… attention. Your floppy, fleshy manhood stirs at the thought of pleasing your Mistress.
You don’t know where the harness came from. Maybe it was originally made for some large dog or equestrian pet. It’s yours now, the only article of clothing you’ve worn in weeks. It’s light pink with a little floral accent on one side, and it really does make you feel like the obedient but ultimately unimportant pet that you are.
There’s a sharp jerk on the leash, and you move onto your hands, to crawl behind your Mistress as she leads you.
“Out!” she commands, and you obey, not looking up yet, not without permission.
“Gooood boy!” Sweetie coos, and she strokes your matted hair with a forehoof. “Alright! I’ve got a surprise for you - take a look!”
Your head snaps up instantly, eager to drink in the sight of her, for just a glimpse of the magical creature who’s so graciously made you Hers. Your eyes widen as you notice… all… of your Mistress.
How many legs do ponies have again?
Sweetie Belle stands in front of you, sticking her chest out proudly - but it isn’t her chest your eyes are drawn to. You feel yourself holding your breath as you peer between her legs, finding an enormously thick cock peering back at you.
“Do you like what you see, slave?” Sweetie asks you in a singsong voice, pirouetting slowly so her still blank flank is facing you. “Go ahead, take a goood looong look!” She winks, and you take her statement for the invitation it is, dropping your gaze under her belly. From the side, you can see every inch of her fat filly ponut-puncher.
You can see the base of Sweetie’s shaft is light grey in color, mottled with the same pristine white as her coat. It goes on that way for several inches - too many inches, you’d think if you were sensible, but you aren’t, not right now - you find that you’re insatiably desperate for little pony cock, emphasis on the little pony (even if this particular part of her isn’t little at all).
And then further down, from about the last third onwards, the white shifts into a glowing, rosy pink color, a tone you’re almost certain you would never find on an Earth pony. Or, to be more accurate, a pony from your home planet of earth, and not the pastel coloured nature-powered beings that make up half of this world’s population. Earth pony cocks, you have no idea about - but unicorn penises? You can tell you’re about to get very, very familiar with at least one of them.
The whole thing seems impossibly fat. You’re aware, dimly, of the shape a pony’s penis is supposed to have. Roughly in two parts, with a raised medial ring separating them, and then at the very end, a flare that swells and helps to keep semen inside.
The medial ring is obvious, even if the effect is a little muted because Sweetie’s shaft seems to keep more or less the same thickness all the way down. But her flare seems almost non-existant, just a hard lip around the top edge, and swollen horsedick immediately behind it. You wonder if it might flare out when she finishes, but the skin doesn’t look loose at all. If anything, it looks like Sweetie Belle is fit to burst already.
“Are you done staring at it?” your Mistress asks, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you know how to be a proper slave? Worship me!”
You scramble to bow like a pony, or as close as you can come in your awkward human body, bobbing your head lower towards the floor. Sweetie jabs a hoof in your direction, and you crawl forwards slightly, taking it in your hands like it’s more precious than anything you’ve ever known. You press your lips against it again and again, planting frantic wet kisses on your Mistress’ perfect hoof.
“You call that worshipping? You’re barely fit to lick my hooves!” your Mistress chastises you, and you take the hint almost immediately.
Gently, you turn her hoof over in your clumsy monkey-like hand, running your tongue along the inside of her sole. You think you hear her breath catching in her throat, and you stick your tongue out again, flicking it against the sensitive softness of her frog.
“Nmmm….” she moans through a bitten lip, and you swear you see that glorious fillycock throb just slightly.
“Okay, slave,” Sweetie Belle tells you dreamily. “It’s time to worship the rest of your Mistress!”
As she speaks, she lowers her hindquarters into an awkward sitting position, splaying apart her legs. Despite herself, she blushes as she finds herself looking up at you. That hint of pinkness to her perfectly white coat, the schoolfilly behind the Domme, only makes you find her more perfect and worthy of adoration. You give her hoof one more kiss to a delighted squeal, and then set your eyes on the turgid piece of meat between your filly femme fatale’s thighs...
You can see her testicles now, resting on the floor under her cock, a darker grey than her shaft. They look hefty and full, and almost without thinking you duck down, letting your tongue slide over Sweetie’s sack to a happily surprised ‘oh!’ You press and rub your nose against it, taking in Her unique scent, mixed with a muskiness that’s all new, and powerfully intoxicating.
Can’t spend too long there, though, you remind yourself. There’s so much more of your Mistress to explore now… Your tongue moves lazily up along the underside of her thickness, and she squeaks again, her hips bucking just slightly. You reach her cockhead, and pause momentarily. You’d love to take the whole thing into your mouth, but you don’t it would fit at all. Worry flares dully in the back of your head - if it won’t fit in your mouth, where else won’t it fit? - but you push it away, giving yourself over fully to pleasing Her.
Instead, you open your mouth as wide as you can, tongue lolling out you slather it across that almost unnoticeable flare. Sweetie groans in response, and you suckle greedily at what you can reach of her slimy tip. After a few delicious seconds you pull back, slurping and slobbering over all that you can reach, hoping that you can make up for your sloppiness with sheer enthusiasm...
The sound of a tiny white hoof slamming into the slate flooring makes you jump.
“Use your HOOVES!” Sweetie demands, in that adorable squeaky voice of hers. You can’t see from this angle, but you’re almost certain she’s wearing that petulant little pout of hers that you find so cute, a miniature version of her older sister’s sulky looks. The childish edge to her domination makes your cock twitch, begging for attention - but you know it’s not your turn yet. You could never please yourself before your Mistress, anyway.
You assume Sweetie Belle means you should use your hands, but you won’t stop to ask or correct her - a good slave knows his place, and would never question or correct his Mistress.
You bring your hands, wrapping them both around her thick, needy shaft. One hand wraps all the way around, thank goodness, so you put them one on top of the other, pumping up and down to pleased groans from the pony above. It’s been a long time since you handled a cock that wasn’t your own. Mistress’ length feels so rigid and swollen but above all so… alive, under your hands, as you slide them up and down worshipfully. It feels like you’re squeezing and massaging pure magic in the form of a rectum-ruining ponycock, little pulses and throbs running up and down the length as you move, your tiny Mistress getting more and more excited as you lean in greedily to lap up the clear liquid now dribbling from her tip.
“Ngh! Yo-you slut!” Sweetie cries out with her head thrown back. “I h-have to… I… Stop!”
You do so, instantly, sitting back as your hands freeze on Sweetie’s hardness.
She’s trembling.
You lick your lips, tasting the thin precum on them.
You’re trembling, too.
“T-turn around! It’s time,” your Mistress smirks wickedly as she stands shakily, cock wobbling underneath her.
You swallow uncertainly, but then without even really thinking you find yourself doing exactly as your Mistress asks, nearly panting like the dog you are as you pivot in place on your hands and knees. Face nearly pressed against the ground, rump stuck up wantonly in the air, the perfect pose for mating....
If your Mistress wasn’t a tiny unicorn filly.
“No! Down!” Sweetie Belle shrieks, and she slaps your rump hard with a hoof. You gasp, tears stinging your eyes, but you comply instanteously - spreading your legs so your rump drops lower and lower, until it’s the right height for Sweetie to mount. It’s an awkward and uncomfortable position for you, but you wouldn’t dream of changing it, because as you finally stop adjusting you look back to see Sweetie grinning her Mistressiest grin.
She rears, and you catch sight of that fat fillymeat again, before you feel incongruously tiny hooves land on the small of your back. So petite is your beloved Domme that even with you crouching as low as you are, she can’t seem to get her cockhead high enough to hit your puckered hole.
“AGGH…” she pants for a moment, sagging behind you. For an awful moment, you wonder if you might not get fucked by her glorious appendage today, or ever.
“Slave!” Sweetie commands you sweetly. “Move these legs! I need something to stand on!”
You obey, shuffling those weird pink feet to point inwards, so your lower legs are in position. The pressure on your back increases and you hear Sweetie’s hooves shuffling about as she tries to decide on position, before she climbs up.
“Gnh!” you’re unable to stop yourself from grunting as you feel her sharp little hooves digging into the backs of your knees, her weight forcing them down, biting into your delicate pink skin.
“That’s a good pet…” Sweetie says, sliding her sizable cock between your ass cheeks. The feeling of her slick, warm flesh moving up and down and rubbing against your sensitive hole makes you silent again, mouth open as you take in the sensation of feeling Her there. Knowing you’re about to be filled with inch after inch of your Mistress, a whole new level of devotion to Her pleasure.
You stop yourself from pushing your rump back as she pulls away, missing feeling the warm weight of Her - but you know you’re about to feel it somewhere else very soon.
“Now you’re going to be my little filly!”
You hear your Mistress giggle, and your heart flutters. She’s utter perfection.
There’s a wet noise as the end of her cock presses gently against your pucker, and you shiver with the anticipation, a thrilling mix of desire and panic pumping through your veins. As if she hasn’t noticed, Sweetie Belle pushes forwards, and with a burning pain as you’re spread open by the head of her excessively-sized appendage, she enters you.
“Oooo! You feel good, slave!” she tells you, wriggling about on top of you in shameless pleasure. “Open up for your Mistress!”
You try, bearing down hard, paradoxically loosening your tight backpassage enough that Sweetie manages to slide in a few more inches. Her copious precum makes it easier, slickening your walls to help every inch behind advance.
You let out a groan that’s not entirely pain as you feel yourself being filled more and more. Your rear is more than full to capacity, over-stretched beyond any limit you would have believed you had - and you love it, unable to stop yourself from thrusting back wantonly to try and take more. You yelp as you get your wish, that fat cock plowing inexorably forwards.
Usually your Mistress would scold or punish you for pushing back - slaves have to wait to be allowed to receive pleasure, and they certainly aren’t allowed to control how their Mistress fucks them - but she’s lost in feeling those inches disappear inside you herself. You can hear her make desperate little whines and pants, imagining that cute scrap of pink tongue hanging out of Her mouth.
“Nggh…” Sweetie groans through gritted teeth as she collects herself, using all her strength to push further in. The medial ring *pops* inside and you both give little cries of pleasure, a couple more inches of Sweetie’s thickness slipping inside. She rests for a moment, and you hear her sigh adoringly. God, what you would do to hear that sigh...
Sweetie’s cock feels even bigger than it looks, if that’s even possible, swollen and throbbing between your asscheeks and where it’s buried deeper inside. Such a weighty, hefty expanse. You try to clench on it, but the sheer size of it stops your muscles from moving much. You do hear Sweetie gasp though, as your experimental squeezing massages her length.
“Ooh, somebody’s eager! I guess I should start fucking you now, huh?”
Hearing such a filthy word in the mouth of a young filly makes your dick pulse with eagerness, wanting her so badly, needing to feel her satisfy herself using your body.
You don’t have long to wait. Sweetie’s hooves press down, and you feel her magnificent shaft pulling backwards, leaving your muscles squeezing on empty space where her cock was before. With a moan, she pushes forwards again, burying her length inside you.
She’s starting slow, hips pulling back and then driving forwards, hard, obviously having to strain to force herself back into your tightness.
“Ohmygosh!” she cries as she works that fat, demanding thickness back and forth inside you, rocking her hips insistently. There’s less resistance now, and she lets you know it, with forceful thrusts that thump your insides with swollen fillycock.
It seems like it would be impossible that such a huge member wouldn’t at least brush against your prostate, and Sweetie’s penis does so much more than that. That sensitive spot inside you feels even more sensitive than usual, your walls stretched thin by the very intrusion that presses hard against it. And with each stroke, Her fat cock rubs against it, sending a pleasurable jolt down to your own less impressive member.
You grunt, precum beading at your tip and dropping in little flecks as Sweetie drives her cock in and out of you. You’re dripping on your Mistress’ floor, and although you know you’ll have to lick it up later, it is so worth it right now.
Her thrusts never get all that fast - your Mistress dominates with the supreme beauty of her tiny body, and her glittering magic, not with sheer physicality. But every push and pull of her length causes that delicious thrill of aching pain-mixed-with pleasure, and you can hear her breathing turning into frantic pants as she fucks you, her cock seeming to get even harder as time goes on.
“Ahh! Do you feel that, slave? Your Mistress is g-going to cum inside you! Soon!” Sweetie tells you, and you moan your assent as her thrusts take on a more urgent, animalistic quality. She pants, pumping in and out, that almost not-there flare feeling hard as a rock, one that’s moving back and forth insistently inside you.
Your cock throbs with need underneath you, but you know you aren’t allow to come without permission. Gritting your teeth, you silently pray that your Mistress will gran-
“Ngh! Ngghh! Gyah! Ahh! Ah!”
With paint-peeling shrieks, your Mistress finishes inside you, firing her first strand into your bowels. She thrashes about, squirting uncontrolled magic from her horn to light up the darkened room, beautiful streaks of green in the air.
Her hips jerk forwards to deliver the rest of her creamy payload, and it’s too much for you. With rhythmic clenches of your ass drawing her molten cum deeper inside you, you finish yourself, your pathetic load spurting all over the floor. You shudder, closing your eyes to enjoy the unpermitted sensation.
“Ohhhh! Hahhh...” Sweetie grunts as her climax finally comes to an end, a few more dribbles of cum squeezing out of her cock. She pants, resting her full weight on your back. You can feel that beautiful, silky mane against your skin and you almost wince, knowing you must be covered in sweat. You would hate to sully her beauty with your unworthy fluids.
“Nmmmm,” she moans, stroking her hoof along your skin. You both stay like that for a few moments, pants turning to normal breathing after a while.
Without warning, Sweetie pushes her front hooves against your bottom, and she drags her softening member out of you. You gasp, feeling cum trickle down out of your ruined asshole, squeezing your sore pucker to help you keep everything inside. You’d never want to waste a drop of Her gift.
She hops down, and your body instantly notices the lack of weight on your back and legs. You want to sit up, but you know better than that.
Your Mistress hums happily as she trots around to your side - and then there’s a gasp. She’s noticed what you did…
“SLAVE!” she shrieks, and you look over at her to see that glorious pout in full display. “Did you cum!? Without per-mission!?”
You nod frantically, preparing to grovel and plead for forgiveness - if your Mistress allows, of course…
“Ew! You know you’re not allowed to do that!” she wrinkles her nose cutely as she leans down to peer under you. “I’ll have to use the rod on you again.”
Fate intervenes, however, and your Mistress yawns wide, obviously not having the energy
“I guess it can wait until after my nap,” she mumbles, her horn lighting with what’s obviously a greater amount of effort than normal. An enormous, luxurious-looking pink silk pillow soars across the room and lands beside her, and with wobbly legs, she climbs onto it, curling up like a cat.
“Slave! Remind me to *yawwwn* punish you, when I wake up!” She rolls over, wriggling down into the pillow. “And clean up your MESS!”
You shuffle backwards, wincing with each movement, and lower your tongue to the puddle of ooze on the floor.
As the sounds of filly-ish snoring fills the air, you lap up your own cum, running it over the clean tiles just to make sure you got every drop. And then you sit, in silence, watching your Mistress and beloved sleep, with quiet, worshipful adoration - the magic phallus has long since fizzled away, and you drink in the image of the precious white schoolfilly curled up and snoring.
As Sweetie sleeps, you swear your own private vow once more - to be faithful to Her, for as long as She wants you.
Author's Note
Yer fucked.
