Victor's Spoils, Blueblood's Fate

Wincing, Blueblood obeyed, and Mistress Twilight nodded gravely. Time to show willing, he told himself. He smiled weakly at the biggest of his … caretakers, he supposed. He hadn't been entirely stupid. I knew this day would come, and I didn't want Dove in trouble. He'd obediently presented himself twice daily so Dove could keep up with external grooming. Just as Mistress Sun drilled into my head. I-- I can’t forget what she did to me.

As a result, his ass, his groin, his sheath, even his balls, and over the hips where a pair of briefs would cover, were clearly visible to Mistress Twilight. There, as required, they were shorn completely bald down to the light grey skin beneath. Dove had done the same between his thighs, and then carefully lotioned down the skin, plucked and lotioned his taint, and... He blushed and squirmed further, despite years of the ritual, at the last requirement. You can’t say you don’t enjoy it, old colt, he accused himself. Just… it’s more intensely humiliating than the rest.

Of course, as the mistress had been pointing out, the part of him that craved another's control over his life didn't see that as a bad thing at all. Wanted it more and more every time it happened, in fact.

Mistress Twilight apparently wanted to be certain of every detail. Not a surprise; at least she wasn’t making him check off his daily list. Not any more, anyway. "While you've been sulking, slut…" she said with a growl. All she had to do on top of that growl was raise an inquisitive eyebrow. The charismatic resonance wasn't like that of Mistress Sun, of course, or he'd be trying to climax, lock or no lock. Still, it was more than enough to make him quiver and moan instinctively.

Blueblood unconsciously rubbed his bare rump, which probably told Mistress Twilight all she needed to know. That said, he had learned better manners now. "I've been submitting to the twice daily enemas, mistress," he said with wary resignation, his other hand awkwardly stroking over the "vault."

His shorn balls and sheath, indeed his entire package, had been carefully prepared and trussed up. Right down to the final lock he had sworn by. The locking system was connected by a series of enchanted silk cords, treated to avoid chafing. The cords crisscrossed his shaft itself, and was then tightly but carefully tied repeatedly around his balls. Several loops between both the groin and his nuts were fastened tight to separate each overfull semen factory.

They strained constantly, the magic keeping it an exquisite mix of carefully capped pleasure and the ache of need. Just the thought sent him whimpering, gasping, and then rubbing as much as he dared under Mistress Twilight's stern eye. They were so very overfull by now, given he'd had avoided the only mares with authorization to drain him for months. The only mares he was even permitted to offer sex of any kind to, even his tongue. But, he thought, Mistress Twilight said if I behaved myself…

Blueblood shuddered, and bowed deeply before his mistress. After locking his balls down tight, the cords then crisscrossed over his perpetually hard member. The "first lock" held the silk in place; it couldn't be untied save by an alicorn or Dove, as far as he knew. Dove was authorized to remove them only for cleaning and grooming, and they reset magically back onto him on a strict time table. They were permitted nothing else. Mistress Rarity decreed it.

The final lock was simple: a snug cockring, self-cleaning by magic, around the base of his strained shaft. Always tight, completely unremovable except by an alicorn, specifically the nine Equestrian mares. Thankfully, Harmony and the mistresses would not permit its placement without safeguards.

As a result, the final lock was as much magical locus as it was physical restraint. Blueblood could urinate with no problem, other than the perpetual stiffness itself, but he could never ejaculate. Unlike a normal bondage tool, it cut him off completely. He couldn't even leak precum, so long as the final lock was on. It was mostly unadorned, being adornment itself. The inscribed runes were sheathed inside a smooth covering designed to prevent them from digging into his now perpetually sensitive flesh.

At the bottom, the final reminder. A little chain descended with a dog tag reading "CELLY'S" on one side and "TOY" on the other. It was entirely true. Even more than the other mistresses, even Mistress Moon, he was Mistress Sun's property. Every time he saw it, even in a mirror, he remembered the final defeat in the ring, and wanted so badly to cum. Sometimes, he half-masturbated around the cords anyway; he didn't really have a choice. Not when he thought of Mistress Sun too long. The whole arrangement was kept carefully against his leg by the traditional cloth sleeve.

His mistress of the moment was Mistress Sun's closest pet, as he understood the arrangement. And certainly, she was the most devoted to Mistress Sun. He swallowed heavily. "I've," he started, and then closed his eyes. "This slut has risked the… I…"

"Shhh," Mistress Twilight said softly. "This is your last mercy, little colt. You've become a bit uncontrolled in your sulk. You're permitted an I today." She stroked his cheek, and the warmth that blossomed in him was better than anything but his rare releases. His mistress was so kind sometimes. "You understand, I think; not just your place, but that we're concerned for you. More than as Mistress Sun's property… but you chose to be that property. Don't ever forget that again."

His jaw jerked and he coughed, nodding. "Yes, mistress. I won't. Not ever again, as you say."

She nodded. "Good," she told him, even smiling a bit. Though her voice was stern again, he felt that same blossoming warmth, this time in his belly. The thrill of the mistress’ approval sometimes closed on orgasmic. Thankfully, mostly by metaphor. She continued the orders, and he attended closely. "Undo your sleeve; it's time for inspection. You've been letting Dove undo the first lock?"

Promptness. Promptness, obedience, and order, that was how to please Mistress Twilight, if you were earning your way up. He swallowed again, nodding. Thus, he hastened to obey, quickly pulled his swollen, tender shaft out of its sleeve against his thigh.

It was perpetually hard at a foot in length; he'd been so proud of it once. The member might have been considered thick, once, by the legion of kept mares and whorses that Blueblood had once indulged in. He'd never even mildly impressed any of the Elemental Alicorns.

Mistress Rainbow Dash especially had bluntly and unfavorably compared him to Mistress Sun's guards that were apparently occasionally lent them. To me, he remembered, in my mind and soul, she is Mistress Sun, always. He couldn't think of the mare who'd owned him so thoroughly as "Aunty" any more. It had never been more than a convenient fiction; he was no more related to her than to Mistress Twilight. Only repeated drills kept him from making a fool of himself in public, by forgetting whom "your aunt" meant.

He'd been broken of further pretensions, too. The word 'pencil' had been used more than once. It had rapidly ground down even the memories of his arrogance, in those bad early days. He'd… needed it. That was why he'd asked for it. Begged for it.

Blueblood's few remaining shreds of dignity tried to avoid getting harder at the mere memory of the dildo casts Mistress Dash had shown him. He'd failed, then and now. She'd emphasized he'd never been more than a slightly larger fish in a very shallow pond, indeed. And the thought had made and did make his prick pulse against its restraints, forcing a long gasp out of him.

Were there even words to describe what it felt like when his cock tried to stiffen, tried to prepare precum-- and failed? He didn't think so.

While Blue had been lost in thought, he’d lost the thread of his mistress’ will.

Apparently, though, their thoughts were running along parallel tracks. Mistress Twilight sighed with a strange mixture of arousal and irritation. It sent the mammoth Amazon’s jiggly breastflesh heaving hypnotically beneath her shirt. "No wonder she called you a colt," she said grumpily. With an errant wave of her hand, she gestured at his bound member. She didn't bother to say anything further. She just snorted disdainfully.

The clear disregard caused him to twitch and moan needfully. His toes clenched and sweat dripped down his face. She doesn't even need to touch me, and I'm hers, he knew. Her brow wrinkled, and panic hit him Wait! I'm to behave!

"I'm… I'm sorry, mistress?" asked Blueblood, panting. He wondered if he'd missed her saying anything. Am I breaking my word already? he thought, and waited on her pleasure.

Or displeasure.

Mistress Twilight tilted her head to the left, and her lips pursed in suppressed amusement. Inspecting his cock visually, she seemed to relish his wallowing in his low status. If it pleases her, he thought, then it is fulfillment of my purpose. He hastily wiped sweat from his forehead, and found himself half kneeling already. Wanting to be on the floor before her.

She gave him a raised eyebrow, face more curious than impatient. Suddenly, Blueblood realized that she hadn't ever been the one to shame his size before. To see his reactions, and dominate him by his need to be shamed. To have the delusions of his upbringing stripped as bare as his shorn hide. Cringing, he smiled, and whimpering, he felt that warmth spread throughout his thin chest.

When he dared to look up, he swallowed heavily. The sheer erotic force of her hit him, and he cried out as the stifled arousal struck again. Feral glee burned in his mistress' eyes that drew him utterly into the fire. She was smiling, but it was a smile that reminded him more of a griffon than a pony. Prey. She saw him as her rightful prey, and he couldn't deny it.

He was suddenly aware that he'd shown further weakness before the mightiest, most amazonian of his mistresses. He whimpered again, this time with trepidation; Mistress Twilight could be more demanding than even Mistress Rarity.

Her demands rose up as swiftly as the perk of her fat nipples, tenting her already strained shirt. "That's interesting, colt," she purred. "Are you just ashamed of the fact that I've seen real dicks and yours doesn't measure up the way you used to think? Or are you turned on, too?"

She'd spotted it. And she wanted to play. Blueblood whimpered, with as much anticipation as trepidation. However, he didn't dare push his mistress' patience any further with evasion. "Both," he whispered hoarsely.

Mistress Twilight nodded and licked her lips slowly, hungrily, tracing teeth as much as lips. The utter sexual power of her made him yelp softly, biting down on his lip to avoid earning her ire. He saw the look in her eyes; saw the lust that he knew she'd use on him in their session. The thought thrilled him, curling his toes and making his stomach clench.

More of it struck him; he gasped as his overstuffed and completely locked balls tried to produce again. It’s so tight, his mind wailed. I’m so full, I’ve been so stupid putting this off-- Mistress Sun’s property is so full and I can’t get release!

Release might be on its way, though. Pleasure warmed Mistress Twilight’s cheeks like strong cider "I thought so, colt," she told Blueblood with a spreading smile. "Which means I'm going to have less argument than I thought getting you to submit to being filmed, then."

Or not. Panic slapped him nearly as hard as his mistress’ breasts had. "Wh.. what?" Blueblood gasped. She had the right, but none of them, not even Mistress Moon had ever done so before! His body shook, fear and arousal forcing his well-trapped, puny maleness to try to grow. Why this, why now, he thought, eyes widening. Is she that angry with me? Have I crossed some final line?

Only the memory of her protective rage kept him from completely losing all stability. That furious guardianship was an emotional foundation, and panic ebbed to fear and became conscious action.

Still, he thought. Begging works on all the mistresses. I'm not ready to be a public-- what did she call me, broodstallion? He whined, looked around frantically. Bowing deeply, he lowered his eyes to Mistress Twilight's mighty feet. Gasping, he begged, "Please, mistress, don't make this public, please! I couldn't stand it if this was known."

Blueblood whimpered, clutching at his nuts. Realization ran through his mind. If anyone knew, the mockery of the mares, the stares of real stallions, free stallions, looking down at me… He'd always hoped that eventually, he'd become truly tamed. That his tantrums would be worked out of him.

But isn't that just the same as being her slut when and where she chooses?

A last, prideful part of him wanted desperately to believe that it was just fear making his veins pound and his eyes widen. But he felt the buzz of the cock ring's interfering with his vesicles; felt his entire package leap to attention. Indecision haunted him. You're being a fool, Blueblood, he told himself. Mistress hasn't said anything else yet. Wait upon her will!

Slowly, Blueblood calmed himself and looked up into his mistress' eyes. She wasn't looking at him. She was inspecting his groin again, her smile returning to a smirk now. She knew what his cock was proclaiming to the world. How much of a dirty thrill the threat of exposure was. His hands slowly fell away, and he sighed. Whatever she wished, she would examine; why try to hide the evidence? With the block of his hands gone, it was clear that she could see his little-- by her standards-- nuts try to swell against the sack-flesh pulled taut over them.

Burly arms that made mock of his legs in their sheer power and development wrapped around him. To his surprise, she embraced him again, pulling him against the mountainous softness of her grand rack. "Oh, shh, sweetie," Mistress Twilight said gently. "I'm not going to publish my private trophies. I'm just going to show them to my girls and the Sisters," she said.

It was… mostly reassuring. She grinned fiercely, and he felt her dominant side in full force lash at him. He wriggled helplessly in her grip as she lifted him off the ground like a doll to whisper in his ear. "To start," she purred, and further humiliation was all but invited in by Blueblood's half-pleasured, half-tormented groan.

"We're going to laugh at them," she told him, and nodded approvingly when he moaned. Gave him a secret little smile as she saw him only barely restrained himself from pointless masturbation at the thought of his massive, muscular mistresses watching his shame. She let him down, and he staggered back towards the wall, his constrained prick bobbing and twitching. Blueblood squirmed, his cushy padding and fillyish rump trembling as she looked over him like some dubious stock animal.

The gaze burned him wondered what she was thinking, and hanged his head, biting his lip again as she whispered, "Pretty little slut." With that, Mistress Twilight walked closer to him again, pinning him to the walls casually with just her mammoth rack. She was so huge-- forget breasts bigger than his head. The mighty melons were nearly as massive as he was!

And behind them, his mistress was one of the greatest warladies of the world on just the physical. Quite possibly the greatest archmage. And a fiercely loyal mare whose friend you embarrassed, Blueblood, he told himself. And then mouthed off to her mistress. I am lower than even a single one of mistress' breasts. I deserve whatever laughter I get.

The thought alone wasn't enough for his body's vote on the matter. Blueblood's swollen balls betrayed him again, trying to strain against the cords and the ring's magic as the realization hit harder. They didn't just nearly outmass him. Weren’t just real Princesses to his mostly hollow title. When she had smacked him with an errant turn, they had battered him around without even dimpling. Just because she'd willed it, because it was her whim. Swallowing heavily, he crouched down in reverence of the mighty tits in front of him; the twin peaks alone weren't just more worthy than he was. They were stronger than he was.

Then Mistress Twilight ruthlessly lashed him with her words alone. "And then I'm going to show them to my coltfriend. You've heard of Shadow Hopper, I'm sure," she commented. His hips jerked suddenly at the thought. Then the realization struck home. In the end, he moaned in pained pleasure as he tried and failed to cum, yet again.

Mouth dry, horn bobbing slowly, Blueblood nodded. He moved cautiously, trying not to bounce his muzzle off the pinning expanse of her glorious teats. Not from a lack of nterestOh, he certainly yearned for them, prick aching all the more now. However, though his mistress might have made some use of them on him, he knew better than to risk the punishment for presuming to dare touch them unbidden. "I… your coltfriend?" he gasped, eyes growing wild. If Mistress Twilight was serious about someone, what does that mean for me? I'm bound to the royal bachelorette herd… will Mistress Sun transfer that?

Stomach heaving, his eyes cast about wildly at Mistress Twilight’s feet. He didn't know. He'd never been one for other stallions before, perhaps knowing instinctively that he wasn't fit for competition. But he really wasn't the sort that herds could rely upon. This could be good… or it could be very bad. Panic began to well up and he hugged his wiry arms against his chest.

Mistress Twilight pushed her enormous breasts closer, and closer, until he could barely breathe or speak without touching where one juicy nipple poked through her shirt. But she smiled gently, and reached down to ruffle his mane. "Don't worry, little guy," she purred, licking her lips again. "I'm just going to show them to him. I'm not going to force you to drain in front of him.”

Cock throbbing, Blueblood melted back against the wall, involuntarily letting out a sigh of relief. She made a soft moan herself, and rolled her shoulders. Her lips pursed a bit, and he saw pleasure run over her muzzle. Then she reached beneath her rack and grabbed his trapped cock with her broad hand and squeezed the sensitive, tumescent flesh.

As he yelped, she laughed and told him, "But you know, he's an actual stallion, sweetie. Three times as long as you are-- and that's when it's at rest. Full..." She smirked, and his knees went weak. Her huge rack didn't permit him to sink to his knees, or even to slide down the wall. Suddenly, he felt his left foot covered by her huge right shoe. "Full," she breathed and said, "Full, the dick that makes me crawl is longer than you are tall, little broodie. That's what makes a stallion."

Blueblood desperately wanted to be on his knees before her now. Knew-- hoped-- that he belonged to her. Hoped that if he was a good enough sub, she'd use him when she was bored of a coltfriend. When she just wanted a toy to use. The difference… He understood better now. He slumped forward, but her mighty rack was still there, and he had to stop or risk further punishment.

The hefty melons had him fixed, forced to keep his eyes where she could capture them. He let out a short, whining whinny, and he suddenly froze. The sheer, somehow sinful revelation of what a weak, dinky little colt he really was made his locked cock bounce up against the bottom of Mistress Twilight's left tit.

Oh no! Blueblood nearly wailed the thought outloud

His whole world spun-- but the punishment never came. His mistress, his goddess smiled at him!

Her palms slammed to either side of Blueblood's head on the wall and she raised an eyebrow. He couldn't-- Permission, he gabbled mentally. The contract specifies I have to offer… "M-my flesh is yours, mistress," he whimpered. "However much or little you desire." He hung his head further as his prick flicked again, his lock jingling as the head bounced against her shirt-covered megaboob again. "Very little," he said hoarsely.

Paradise, it seemed was found in the voice of a mare he’d once despised as a jumped-up commoner. A moan escaped Mistress Twilight's lips and she panted, tongue curling out hungrily. "Ooh… I can feel your dick bob, little slut" she purred. "You're trapped, and locked, and you're so close to getting off on the fact that I'm going to show pretty pictures of your teenie weenie to my big strapping stallion, of all the inspection, and cleaning, and draining… and I'd never treat his juicy cock like that… but…"

Breath hot, she leaned further in. Right alongside his quivering head; he watched as her tongue licked away her drool from the thought of her stud’s shaft. "My honey is a real stallion, you see," she whispered in Blueblood's stock-still ear, "And he likes knowing that he gets to own me. Beat me. Tame me. Like you never will. Never could," she said.

He'd never expected that in a thousand years. In a thousand thousand.

Blueblood's hands clutched at the wall behind him. Sweat collected under his hide hair, everywhere, soaking in. Someone… tame… Mistress Twilight? Someone dominate her? Blueblood almost began to cry again, but there was a strange lustful dryness in his ducts and throat. He was the ultimate bottom of the heap, the broodie’s toy. Uncontrollable now, his hips gyrated back against the wall. Good and hard, as though his mistress had already started the prod of the draining process. He could almost feel...

Mistress Twilight's full lips parted, rapid pants escaping her mouth, and whipping across his face. Not panicked, like his, but horny. The heated musk of her was becoming overpowering. A decision struck, and she would have no more of his hesitancy. In an eyeblink, she slammed her nipple into his mouth and snarled. She dipped her head right by his ear, smothering him with her super-boob.

He could barely breathe, but it didn't matter. This was reassuringly familiar in the midst of this strange newness. Though his lungs burned, he welcomed the soft, encompassing breastflesh, clinging to that smothering familiarity. He sucked nervously at her nip through the t-shirt, the closeness of her tongue to his ear making him pant around the thick nub.

It was huge, like the rest of her. Girthier than his wimpy little cock, he realized, and here he was, fellating his mistress' nipple. As her lips moved closer, he deliriously wondered if she'd tug on him like a stallion about to mount… But she didn't quite touch Blueblood's ear before whispering in the other, the tease of it making the veins on his bound length pulse all the harder.

"And it turns him on all the more,” Mistress Twilight explained with a smirk, “To see me own some lesser little cock or trivial little pussy. Such fun with my other toys. He’s been so good he deserves a treat like this! You understand, right?" She straightened up, popping her nipple out of his mouth, and letting his cock free of her hand.

His chest heaved again as he scrabbled for unrestricted air. Magenta light flared around his mighty mistress' horn, and it began to form the glow of a visual capture orb. "I don't hear you even calling hooker out, so… You must like it," Mistress Twilight concluded, and put her other hand on her fat, curvy hip. She took smug satisfaction in shaking it arrogantly.

Blueblood whimpered, wishing he'd be allowed to even worship just that lovely, phat, squishy hip, let alone the ass behind it. After all, she'd been horny enough to let him give her nipple brief oral submission.... No, he told himself. Best not to pressure Mistress. She held the spell on the edge of conclusion, waiting for his consent. He closed his eyes, and honesty and lust won out.

"... I like it," Blue whispered.

She squealed like a schoolfilly, hopping up and down and clapping her hands beneath her shaking titties. He shook, too, as she impacted the floor and sent him rocking! "Wish I'd figured this out years ago, pretty little colt," Mistress Twilight teased. "It is my job to keep you from being a sulky slut, and I just bet you'd be better tempted to obey if I'd instituted showing you off to my girls and special real stallions before."

She stopped bouncing and suddenly, her eyes widening dangerously, she flexed every muscle in her body! She bulged and swelled over him, furious power and tension everywhere. Her tongue crossed her lips again and he was abruptly aware that her smallest tertiary feather, let alone her pinkie, could snap him in half. "Say it,” she growled. “Tell me what it is you yearn for.”

Blueblood closed his eyes. Suddenly, the ache from the weeks of his balls being backed up and his cock being eternally tight didn't seem to matter. The world, save his mistress, began to fade away. His head was drifting out. That growl. That "threat," or rather…

The implied promise.

Another whimper forced its way out of his throat, and a shudder compelled him to protectively hold his hands over his throbbing, vein-pulsing member, still held utterly trapped. He didn't dare prevaricate or equivocate. Not before his mistress. Wriggling his softly padded hips around and bowing his head, he bit his lip and whined. "I love it, mistress!"

There was a slight relaxation in the furious amazon strength looming over him. Gorgeously taut muscles loosened just a bit. Just enough to show the jormunganic, serpentine shift of pure strength beneath her hide.

It took him a few heartbeats to recover from his reaction to that.

He continued, groaning, the pleasurepain of false orgasms hitting him again and again. "I love being compared to real stallions, Mistress Twilight," he groaned. "I love knowing that they, that you, that the big, buff mares who take care of me will laugh at my stupid--"

"Teenie weenie," Mistress Twilight interjected. Her smirk dared him to argue.

Blue didn't. Drool flecked at his cheek, and his horn pulsed with ardent energy. The same thoughts poured through his mind on a relentless trail. Good adult colts obey their superiors, he reminded himself happily. Good sluts let their mistresses know the truth, and good, slutty adult colts take whatever they are given. No part of him wanted to fight it any more; he knew his miserable little cock was just a toy for superior ponies.

Not even a good toy, and he loved knowing that. Loved knowing how much of an embarrassment he was. He beamed up at her, his mane falling into his eyes. "Who will laugh at my stupid, teenie weenie that got me into so much trouble," he concluded and, as Mistress Twilight withdrew her rack, sunk to his knees before her.

She sniffed, but smiled. "Get the first pair of gloves and the cleaning tools out," she ordered him. "Otherwise, you speak when spoken to, but only if you need to do so to follow orders; otherwise I want you demure, I want you respectful, and I want you obedient. Presume I'm talking to the stallion who will be watching unless I give you a command or ask for you by your names-- you know, colt or slut.' Got that, slut?" she growled.

Blue bowed until his head and horn touched the floor, and couldn't quite keep from drooling further with lust. His shame intensified as he realized her words alone-- no, the arousal she was forcing on him-- had made his tail flag. Did any of his mistresses even have to order that, any more?

No. He realized they didn't. After all, Blue, he told himself, sluts make themselves ready for use. This was exactly how things should be. He didn't bother to try and stop the muscle from revealing his shaved crack. "Yes, mistress," he groaned. He didn't bother whispering; no one could hear. To honor her, though, he did try to keep it as low as he could. Emphasis; to show proper respect before a badass beta-alpha mare like her-- more alpha than he could handle, that was for sure!

Mistress Twilight growled a bit more. It was so powerful, so delicious… He fantasized about what would have happened if he had surrendered this truth to her before. If he had begged, before she had a coltfriend… would she have laughed at his presumptions, mocked his cock from the beginning? Or would he have truly been tamed, not just conditioned. Could I have avoided the final lock? he wondered. He'd never know.

What he did know was that he would serve and obey now without question. The massively muscular mare turned again, her feet stamping a bit, right near his face as he scrambled in the tiny room for his tote bag. He almost kissed the shoe-clad foot, but shuddered at the thought of the punishment that such an unordered presumption would earn him. He knew he was already going to have problems sitting down for a while.

Looked forward to it, actually. In fact, Blue wished she'd do it sooner, and debated begging for it. He ached to feel the sting on his ass. To know a mistress was marking him with her hand.

While he dug in it for the first round of equipment, Mistress Twilight turned on the recording spell and grinned. "Hi Hopper! Hi girls. Ladies, you know Blueblood, of course, so I'll be speaking to Hopper." Her full lips pressed together and she kissed the orb of the recording spell. Chewing on her thumbnail, she purred, "Mmm. My master."

Shuddering, Blue barely managed to control himself, though it wasn't like he could cum anyway. Not… yet. She was using him, at least. He was good for that. She was using him to please her master.

She went on, "And Hopper, honey, you know how Celestia tamed this turkey, right? Right. Well, he kept racking up debts like an idiot-- I'll explain more when you've got your dick in my ass like this wimp never will-- and, long story short, he did the right thing and came to us to get trained up. My beloved teacher-mistress had a certain ritual that he’d actually researched, one that worked on fortune’s debts, too, since he was willing. When it came together, it worked, too; the equations were ironclad."

It didn't seem so bad-- right up until Mistress Twilight glared right at him. He winced, feeling her anger like a goad. Under its force, he lowered his eyes again, guessing what was on her mind. "Of course," she growled, "He kept on backsliding, but…" She smirked. "With one exception, I'm pretty sure he really likes the enforcement clauses, and I think I've come up with a proper course of treatment for the rest of it from here on out."

That was his cue to straighten and proffer the required paraphernalia. "I'll show you the works, lover," she concluded, and held out her burly hands towards Blue. While the mistress had been recording, he had pulled a pair of properly sized rubber gloves and some cloths and tubes from the tote. He'd listened trembling through her speech. Did he like them? Even the enforced chastity, let alone the draining… method?

Of course I do. He berated himself mentally for dishonesty, even to himself.

Blue swallowed heavily again, and concentrated on his assigned task. Her hands weren't quite as much larger than his as Mistress Sun's had been, of course. Just as usual, though, he started to pant and gyrate his hips when he tugged the rubber gloves onto Mistress Twilight's hands. He just couldn't help himself. Even though he'd only been permitted near Mistress Sun in the ring, when she had taken him away to bind him, and when she had conditioned Dove and him…

Just three times, but it was stamped onto him as though she'd pressed her footprint onto his very soul.

Images flashed through his head, and he almost lost it once again. Agony and ecstasy twined and intertwined in his stuffed package as it fought the bindings. He groaned, fingers trembling as he forced himself from that distraction, too.

He closed his eyes, just briefly, and told himself, I mustn't remember! I don't dare! Eyes snapping open, he struggled around and forced the latex over Mistress Twilight's strong hands. She purred, "Enjoying the view, my pretty little slut?"

Nodding slowly, Blue held out his hands, and his mistress swept her palms beneath his. He stared awful comparison, dry-mouthed and tail flagging yet again. His trembling hands appeared so small, soft, and delicate compared to the giantess before him, and that turned him on. Made him yearn to be used.

Not just as a living, squirming dildo, his prick trapped while a mistress used it. He got that often enough when he had the bravery to offer himself to the princesses. But for anything. Mouth, ass, hands-- if the mistress wanted to take his horn into her glorious pussy, he'd do it, do whatever she said!

Mistress Twilight leered at him, and he knelt again before her. Need, terrible need flushed through him, his skin burning. Only Mistress Celestia could flat out drop him into a masturbatory trance by flexing, of course. But Mistress Twilight and the others made him feel like was burning with lust, just by casting his weak body into their overwhelming shadows.

Suddenly, she crouched down a bit and casually slung Blue under one arm. She reached over him to do it, taking him up around his waist. She hefted him, bouncing him a bit like a rubber toy, then turning him perpendicular to the view from the orb. He couldn't see her face, but he heard her toes scraping inside her shoes. Heard the smile in her voice as she said, "Since you've been a bit smarter, my squishy slut, you may worship my ass a little. Through the clothes, of course."

Dizziness, a perpetual weakness for him these days, made his vision blurry and he shook his head weakly as he reoriented himself. Soon enough he was pressing his muzzle to the soft, squishy rumpcheek his face was planted by. Licking and nuzzling, he listened to Mistress Twilight relate his shameful tale.

"He broke his oath three times," she said coldly. Blue squirmed under the frosty distaste, even though he knew it would look like he was shaking his ass and balls for the spell-view. "Each time, the metareal gestalt of Loyalty required that we punish him worse-- or it would do so, instead. We decided to have some mercy, but the last time… Well. The ritual forces didn’t leave us much choice.. Our subject has been spending the last few years in involuntary chastity as a result. He isn't allowed to masturbate, or even spill seed accidentally if he's turned on, either; that's considered wasting valuable property of the royal bachelorette herd, and the penalties would be stiffer than this poor little thing gets even if he figured out how to do so."

Mistress Twilight flicked his tied-off tool, setting it jiggling faster. "Consent is still important," she said firmly as he yelped. "We can't fuck him unless he offers, and we would be punished by Loyalty if we did so anyway, or even pressured him to do so. He's not much of a lover, not with that silly little teenie weenie, but as a toy? Well." she said with a laugh, as Blueblood blushed, squirming his fat-padded hips against her amazonian arm.

Setting him down on his feet, his mistress spun him 'round towards the orb, and slapped his bare ass. "Rebellious or obedient, he does make a pretty toy," she purred, and let out a whimpering groan. "Can't wait to see what you do to me, Hopper, after you watch me play rough with my toy…"

She grinned, an almost carnivorous smirk on her mostly-herbivorous muzzle that left Blue panting lustfully again. "Up on your toes, colt," she ordered. Shaking, his face reddening all the more, he forced himself to teeter onto his tip toes.

Mistress Twilight steadied him with a broad hand gripping his squishy bum, making him yelp. Two fingers of her other hand fingers grabbed his bound prick just behind the flare, eliciting a lustful moan and a wince together. Controlling himself as best he could, whinnied softly. His eyes flicked up once, then he turned his head from the globe's line of recording

I'm going to be a good sub, for once, he vowed, horn dipping submissively. With a practiced, showy gesture, she swept a finger down from his quivering flare. “Ahhh!” he hissed and closed his eyes. The familiar sensation of latex on his incredibly sensitive, swollen cockflesh all but forced him press back against the sweep. She smiled at the lewd motion, and an answering grin pulled at the edges of his lips.

Pleased or not, her abasement of his body, of his masculinity continued unabated. By means of example, Mistress Twilight drew her finger further from flare to groin along the top. The thick digit bumped lightly over the cords and medial ring, making him flush with shame and lust yet again. She fixed him with a stern glare, though some hint of a smile nearly as warm as it was salacious remained as she turned to the spell again.

With a sniff, she gripped Blue's swollen member between two fingers again at the base and said, "Can you believe that apparently this dinky thing used to be quite the rumored heft on party row, Hopper? Pinkie confirms that there used to be complaints from non-hypers, but I guess that's mostly because he used to be such a rude little colt."

It wasn't shame that made Blue wince and turn away completely. No, it's a dirty sense of lust, he thought. I'm wallowing in this. I'm loving this. Goddesses and Rainbows, I wish I'd known before…

Hearing his former pride and joy shredded verbally left him whining wordlessly for more such treatment and he flushed pink beneath white hide. He tried to keep his gaze averted but Mistress Twilight pinched his rump. The sting on bare flesh was electrifying; he came swiftly back to attention all over.

The mistress held the pinch, twisting softly as she ordered, "Smile for and at the camera, colt. In fact, hold your teenie weenie up with your hands and keep it steady." Order completed, she released the soft flab of his ass and Blue obeyed hurriedly. He tried not to think too much about Mistress Dash's jeers, Mistress Applejack's earthy contempt, or the cold disapproval of Mistress Rarity; every flash of it made his cock dry-twitch again.

Clutching his fingers around the throbbing medial ring, he strove to control himself. Eager to show just what a good slut he was, he did his best to avoid trying to rut his own hands at the feel of his fingers against the perpetually sensitive flesh. To better show himself off as Mistress Twilight demanded, he tentatively rested more of his weight back against her supporting hand.

The reward was instant. The mighty amazon behind him could have easily lifted him with a finger; to her hand, he was nothing. Indeed, she braced him with her fingers outstretched and used her thumb to caress his fillyish tush, caressing him and holding him alike. He felt quite the thrilling rush as she cooed, "Good colt, yeah, that's it. I'll be the strong one, little wimp. You don't have to worry about a thing-- except obeying me."

When Blue had forced himself to obedient, presenting his foot-long tied up schlong for the spell orb's sight, Mistress Twilight grinned broadly. She lifted him off his dangling feet, stretched out her other hand to three feet past his groin, and held up a victory sign with two gloved fingers. "This would be you, Hopper-- soft-- for comparison. And that's not even counting how much thicker you are, stud; tonight, I'm going to need a real stallion in me, good and hard," Twilight nickered happily to the orb. Blueblood could smell her lust and realized that she was getting off on more than just his obedience now.

In fact, he thought as his body began to tremble, I'm just foreplay to her!

A calmer part of him wondered if that would really be so bad. The eternal horniness produced by his enforced chastity locked him on to that idea-- as an ideal.

Tail flagging again, Blue groaned and rutted his hips in the air a bit, bouncing in his mistress' hand. She smirked and wryly said, "Somepony's kind of needy. The poor thing." She considered him and let him dry-hump the air for a while.

Her patience thinned swiftly and she scowled. In a rush, she pushed him back flat on his feet and pinching his cock just behind the flare while slapping his ass. As he whimpered and whinnied with nervous excitement, Mistress Twilight looked up at the orb, still frowning. "Of course," she said grumpily, "Part of that is that the stubborn little slut has been refusing to show up like he's supposed to do, every few days for one of us to do this. Rarity, I'm sending him to you next."

His veins chilled, and if it weren't for the locks on his prick, he might have actually gone soft. His first encounter with the Elements had been humiliating the sternest of his non-Astral mistresses, and eventually being served his comeuppance. She might have taken him under her protective penumbra, but she did not forgive his constant backsliding in the least. Mistress Twilight might abuse him and humiliate him, but only so far as he loved it.

Mistress Rarity, if angered, would push Blue to the very edge of his limits. She would never push him too far, of course. She tied with Mistress Fluttershy for least safewords needed over the years. But he would learn, and the cringing part of him was frightened that this time he might have pushed her too far.

Fear made him give out a strangled protest. "Not Mi--" he began, and yelped! Mistress Twilight had no tolerance for his disobedience in any regard. Her strong hand gave him four swift spanks, two on each cheek. He quieted swiftly from the yelp, and almost had himself under control again.

His mistake, of course. His self-control was only peripherally the point, and his mistress made sure he understood he was under her control first and utmost. Her strong, thick forefinger flicked his swollen balls back and forth like some physics experiment. The simple yet abrupt punishment left him sobbing with both the sting and the lustful need for more alike. She shook her head, growling, and said, "I am not asking, colt. I'm telling. You are not presenting yourself as is proper for a Prince of Platinum's House, let alone as a 'nephew' of Princesses Celestia and Luna. You will be going to Rarity, next, am I clear, colt?"

Better Mistress Rarity's unending imagination and tendency to push the limits of the contract than Mistress Twilight's unveiled wrath, he berated himself. "Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress," Blue whimpered, but didn't stop looking at the camera. Truth be told, the once-proud unicorn was amazingly aroused, his body tensing, his musk filling the air… he was wired up more than he could remember. Had he ever been this turned on, this blissfully prepared for whatever would come, before when he was a wastrel and debauched party "stallion?"

No,he realized. Never.

Mistress Twilight reached over and toyed with one of his hard nipples. The delectable scratch of it made his chest tighten and sweat drip down his forehead. As his tongue came out raggedly, a line of saliva tying it to his lip, she smiled fondly. "This really is a little treat for you, isn't it?" she said with a smirk.

"Yes, mistress," he whispered. “Thank you, mistress." He clamped down fast on his impulse to find some way to show her how right she was. That was Blueblood. He was just Blue, her toy pony. If she wanted to be thank profusely, she'd just point, and his tongue would follow.

"That said," she told the orb, "He's not done with his spankings from me, and since I imposed this, this counts as his maximum punishment, Rarity." Tension he didn't know he had left melted out of his shoulders as the sternness over his mistress' voice was turned towards another. I am sheltered by her, he thought, and blushed. It wasn't a bad feeling at all.

He wished, just vaguely, that he had a full time mistress. Not just for himself, but some little herd… Greedy! he snarled at himself. You are lucky to have what you do! Fortunate beyond measure!

Mistress Twilight continued speaking, unhearing of his thoughts. She instructed Mistress Rarity, saying,"You just treat him like a usual session and outfit him, or you'll hear from me. I want our little colt to remember not to run away and sulk." He shivered. He didn't think he'd ever dare again. In fact, he was certain he never wanted to even consider it.

She traced her fingers over Blue's chest, squeezing at what he knew she'd consider shamefully underdeveloped muscles He had been forced out of his sedentary lifestyle, but he wasn't particularly active. He couldn't, not with the constant sensitivity his whole body seemed to have these days. And… he knew that his ego had switched tracks a bit. Since his mistresses emphasized what a soft, weak colt he was, he knew in his heart and his well-controlled balls that wanted to be their cushy little piece. So he took steps to avoid becoming dissolute, but stayed pleasingly (he hoped) plump.

Two fingers yanked his flare up again for display. She tilted her head lightly, horn glowing, and he felt her casually shove his legs apart. "So," she continued. "Our subject is supposed to come by every few days. That would leave him drained and unswollen enough to unleash his balls and cock relatively quickly, and it would mean we'd have less prep work,"

Mistress Twilight grumbled. Unwisely, his body brought him to her more direct attention. His overstuffed nuts throbbed as though to remind him that he was at fault for this mess, and he coughed a bit, choking on the groan.

Eyes snapping to him, she turned the cough into another fillyish yelp. Her methodology was simple, and she turned him again into a part of her seduction of her master. A huge thumb and forefinger roughly grabbed Blue's bound scrotum right above the swollen balls and gave an ungentle tug. She held them up and away at the maximum extension of his sac, her telekinesis swatting his cock to the side and pinning it against his thigh.

Shuddering, eyes watering, he stayed as still as he could while she continued her lecture cum humiliation. She told the spell, "There's not a lot of spare room for sperm production here, much less in the seminal vesicles to hold the finished product." Mistress Twilight sniffed, her other latex-covered hand pushing his sack around. She sternly prodded at it with her finger to serve the dual purpose of punishing him and showing off his pitiful display for the view of the recording.

Needing to cum so bad, he trembled as she grabbed one of his sore balls between thumb and forefinger. She slowly squeezed against the tight semen reserve. "This, you see, doesn't belong to Blueblood any more," she said, giving him a smug aside glance. "And since we can't have him wasting it or losing it, we collect it."

"I don't know what Celestia does with it," Mistress Twilight admitted, and Blue burned with further shame as she gave him a withering stare. "It's not like it'd fetch a high price without his name attached. Charity at the sperm banks, maybe?" He might have protested, once. He might have talked about the powerful lineage, of unicorns past.

But with his mistress's strength so close to crushing his testicle casually, after years of training under such magnificent and potent dominatrixes? He couldn't even conceive of being a factor in any equation of importance, not even as a possession. And he couldn't help but wonder if it finally gave him some redeeming value that he was going to be helping his mistress get off when the video of her humiliating him… made a real stallion want to rut his mistress all the harder.