Victor's Spoils, Blueblood's Fate

Blue was still trapped in his own half-fantasy, half-nightmare when Mistress Twilight grabbed his mane in her potent fist. With a simple twist, she yanked him across her suddenly upraised knee, pressed hard against his chest. Once she had him stable, she effortlessly hauled his mane around. The force turned his head towards the camera, leaving him squirming and awkward. "Tell the other mistresses,” she hissed, “And the stallion that's going actually get to fuck me, why you're about to get spanked, colt.”

He trembled and whimpered in anticipation. Paralyzed by lust as much as fear, he couldn’t seem to answer. Such disobedience was not permitted of course, but he was simply locked at the moment of verbalization.

Abruptly, he was broken out of his trance when Mistress Twilight dug her fingers into the roots of his mane. Grunting at the sting, Blue swallowed heavily, and choked out, "I'm going to be spanked, hard, because I've made my mistresses worry about my health." He swallowed hard. "Because I'm a prideful little slut who was sulking about bigger mares being mean to me. Because I should run to my mistresses and beg at their feet to protect me, not pretend like I'm a real stallion who can manage his own affairs."

By the end Blue was moaning with his need to be corrected. He wrapped his weak arms around her gigantic thigh, knowing she'd barely even feel it. He might be a squishy little slut, but he was no longer an indolent adult colt. He had enough strength, given leverage, to make some effect.

Not to hump her leg, of course not. He'd deserve much worse if he tried. No, he pushed as hard as he could and shimmied his plush rump up in the air, tail flagged like a broodmare in heat. But that was what he was, wasn't he? A broodstallion.

Mistress Twilight tousled his now disheveled mane matronizingly. "That's it," she cooed at him, and began rub her thick hands over his smooth hind end. His cock, bound and useless, bobbed upwards. Just barely in time he realized what was about to happen. Although he slid out of his ready position, he frantically wriggled around on her meaty muscles. With a breath's space to go, he managed to grab himself by the stiff, aching medial ring. Hastily, he shoved his disobedient dick down to avoid touching the mistress' thigh with it. He'd earned enough spankings.

Giggling, she cupped the cushion of Blue's right hind cheek and squeezed it between two latex clad fingers. "Aww! You remember so well, sweetie," she cooed. "Or is it that you'd like to jerk off while I spank you, slut?" He was relieved she wasn't angered by his offer of his ass followed by falling out of position.

"I… I would dearly love to, Mistress Twilight," Blue admitted softly. He'd been so hard so long, just brief moments of freedom… "But I am forbidden My offer stands to you, but I can't even hope to think you'd make use of it.."

Mistress Twilight growled at him and he let out a shuddering gasp. He could feel his swollen shaft-flesh pulse as his upper and lower halfs warred. It was the humping, animal part below the waist against the obedient adult colt-sub above. She jabbed a strong finger against the fat of his butt and he yelped.

Sternly, she reminded him, "You're my bossmare's chastity slut. Every last millileter of semen you produce belongs to her, every last drop. If you cum in one of us, it's because she permits it. You will certainly not spill her property on the floor!" Blue quaked on her knee, but couldn't help but spread his thighs further and let out a long, lustful sigh. This was the horny, aggressive Alicorn of Magic speaking, not the relatively kind Princess of Friendship.

He was in for it now. The thought made him sigh with pleasure.

At last.

Mistress Twilight's hand began to fall hard on his upturned ass. Sharp. Severe. Stinging. Not meant to cause injury, but meant to remind him that he had a duty. That it was his job to obey, and not worry the mares responsible for his health.

Yelping and groaning by turns, Blue called out, "Thank you mistress, another, please!" between each swat. He did exactly he'd been taught, relishing the buzzing, resounding slap of latex on flesh until his bare rear was glowing red.

Breathing hard, tits heaving, she loomed over him, rippling muscles bulging and tightening dangerously. Her hide stretched over potent flexion, only but barely containing the might within. His nostrils flared, his lungs burning with the pheromonic scent of her arousal.

Drool fell from Blue's slack jaw as the overawing aura struck him harder than her hand. He began to squirm in panic, thinking, What will she do to me? Have I pushed her too far?

Then he settled down, and raised his sore rear for her again. I have nothing to fear but failing her, he reminded himself. She is my mistress, and she will chastise me, but she will protect me, too.

Eventually, Mistress Twilight said, "Good. Once for every day you missed, and twice each for your mistresses that you worried." She pondered, and then forced him to yelp out his thanks six more times. Nodding, she grunted. "And three each for the Astrals who own your nuts. Am I ever going to have to do this again, slut?"

"No, mistress, no!" groaned Blue. He wanted to cry, but his tears had been shed already; he wanted to cum, but his balls were bound. As he moaned his response, she firmly rubbed his rump with her hand. She took several moments after finishing the spanks, caressing the throbbing tush and stroking it kindly. A reminder: Punished or not, he was Celestia's possession, and Celestia's enforcer mares would look after his shameful weakness.

His mistress smiled as he began to whinny softly. She nickered slowly, "Good colt. Now, up, straight." With another nod, she released his mane. Quivering, his shirt and tails causing further stinging, he slid off her knee. As ordered, he stood up rigidly, still perpendicular to her body and the camera. He shyly looked at her, curiosity in his eyes. Smirking, she shook her head. "No, not that yet. Turn to face the spell completely, then pull your dick vertical with one hand, and hold your little marbles up with the other."

Continuing to blush, Blue held his shameful cock up. He wondered if this Shadow Hopper would even bother watching this far, or if he'd already be fucking the mistress. He couldn't even think the words straight. F-f-fucking the mistress? She… He bowed his head and panted, his jaw dropping once more. What had been an occasionally suave and debonair face was now flushed with embarrassment, his eyes going wide with… with pleasure?

This is the closest I will ever come to truly pleasuring real mares like the mistresses, he thought. Was I even this close when Mistress Celestia's pussy broke my dick, when she tamed it?

"Now," Mistress Twilight said, and she arched her back, pressing her huge breasts around him. With a mild flex of her divinely strong pectorals, she idly squeezed his torso into her t-shirt's cleavage. She tucked him in like some knick knack to be stored, just for her convenience.

She reached around with her long arms, and as Blue held his penis and testes on display, she chuckled. "The subject isn't permitted to waste cum, of course," she said, resuming her explanation, "But the magic only does so much to prevent its development-- this is a conditioning measure for a naughty colt, after all!-- and so he gets all kinds of swollen. He can urinate, so we don't have to deal with his messes, but we do need to clean him up," she said clinically, rubbing her gloved fingers over various parts of Blueblood's shaft and sack. Deliciously rough handling made him bite his lip, while his mistress treated his package as nothing more than a lecture aid.

Slowly, she began to untie the cords, the first lock obedient to her touch. He hissed, as his overfull, heavily aroused nuts began to jump. Even the slightest false release left them trying desperately to produce seed for his waiting vesicles. Pointlessly; everything past was already stuffed, as well.

Mistress Twilight’s critical eye peered down at him. "If the dumb slut hadn't been so sulky, this wouldn't hurt so much," she said, frowning. Sharp pain grabbed his attention, but he managed to whine only lightly. His mistress had begun to flick his nuts idly with one strong finger, observing the slosh and bob. "These should have been drained weeks ago, but he's way overfull."

"Mistress, please!" Blue cried.

Mistress Twilight snorted and squeezed-- gently, but he felt it!-- as she told him, "My coltfriend, if I was this close? He could just flip me over, make me suck on his nuts. You? You couldn't flip my mane. And you don't get to beg off after being a selfish slut, not now." Her horn flared, and his underdeveloped musculature was outlined in violet light.

She flicked his bound balls a few more times back and forth, laughing softly. Once she was sufficiently amused, she deftly moved on to start untying the cords over his pathetic dick. "With the slut's chastity ring preventing any business or slacking, I'm not sure why Celestia needs these others-- maybe as a reminder even when it's off that he's marked as our herd's?" she said, rubbing her finger along the marks left by the cords.

Drool, yelp, and toes' curl struck Blue all at once. He tossed his horn, snorting wildly, but he kept his hands still.

The mistress didn't deign to notice at all.

Mistress Twilight dragged her fingers up and down along his pulsating little shaft, tapping the marks rhythmically. She explained, "Not welts, these; imprints. The ring and the cords are designed to prevent infection or tissue damage, but what that means is that if our colt ever gets married off." She ignored him as he swallowed heavily, not knowing whether he should pray for such or fear it. "He'll be ridged for her pleasure for a while. Build up, and even a little growth from some of the extra testosterone not disposed of by the ring."

Blue wondered. If I am given away, he posited, Loyalty would permit me out of this binding. For that matter, he knew; he’d asked Mistress Twilight once. She was never wrong about magic. But… it would mean not worshipping at the mistress' feet unless my mare permitted it. Or mares, but why would I be granted such? He didn't know. He was finally learning to be a good adult colt, a good broodstallion. Would being sent away be reward, or punishment?

Sighing, Mistress Twilight crouched down further, leaning away from him. "Fetch the gels and rags, slut," she ordered him. Still partially bound and awkward, he waddled a bit as he moved around in the tight confines of the linen closet. Once clear, he knelt down swiftly to retrieve a few bottles of cleansing gels and three rags. He curtseyed to the mistress upon grabbing them, and held them up for her approval.

With an approving smile, she took the bottles and rags and nodded. "Resume the position, slut," she told him, and he hastened to obey. He held up his balls and cock again; a familiar rhythm he hadn't been that long out of. Even if-- and this made him shiver, earning him a smirk from the mistress-- he was being recorded.

Noticing his nervous shudder, the corners of her lips curled and she flexed a wing out, feathermarking his reddened heiny. "So, we take care of the tesicles, first, since they're where Celestia's property is produced to flood back into the vesicles," she said clinically, and began to probe and prod at the swollen sack. Blue winced and tensed up, trying his best not to move out of position.

"Good colt," Mistress Twilight cooed, and he felt himself involuntarily beaming. He was back in his place, and his mistress was pleased. Literally unable to get harder, he felt his nipples stiffen and his tail flag reflexively yet again. He wasn't sure that it had so much returned to position and presented again as just switched sides.

With a little laugh, his mistress pinched Blue's sack just below his cock, holding the scrotum up for the cleaning ritual. The clasp of her fingers pushed against overstuffed tubes, making him stretch. His vision went a little white, and he had to stifle a yelp.

"Aw, poor little guy!" Mistress Twilight said affectionately as she squirted some of the gel onto his balls. "Don't worry, squishy little slut. Whimper and squeak all you like!" A lusty growl escaped her throat again as she wiggled his sack around like she was jingling a coin purse. Her eyes closed and her mega-melons swelled and fell as she inhaled. "Unf. I just bet it will make Hopper so randy to make me suck on his studly pair. Heh. I bet you could put both of these in a cast of his and still have room to spare,"

Stars danced across Blue's vision and groaned, "Mistress, I…"

Mistress Twilight frowned, then shook her head, her mane moving wildly, clearing her mind. She gave Blueblood's jawline an apologetic caress. He hadn't gotten too jowly, and other than a bit of hang, his face was still chiseled. Still in many ways the handsome look of a stallion despite the mind of an adult colt.

Of course, compared to the mistress, he had the body of a colt, too. "Sorry, little guy," the giantess told him. "Got a little too into getting my top running, and forgot to take care of my little chubby bottom," she said, and pinched his upper cheek. If there was anything of that remnant of nobility in his face that impressed her, she didn't show it. She smiled, and reached down to grope his sore, still red and glowing, rump. "Let's get on with your care, shall we?" she cooed.

Taking her time and focusing methodically (of course!), Mistress Twilight added a few more squirts of the gel to his throbbing nuts. It was cold as ever against his bare balls, but this, too, was wondrously familiar. Indeed, soothing, as it was supposed to be. My fault as well, he thought. If I'd been showing up regularly, I might almost feel normal.

A quirk of her lips told Blue that his mistress knew how much the ritual was gently laying his pride to sleep. Softly forcing him into a deliciously hazy mentality, wrapped within his dominatrix’s whim. She picked up one of the rags and began to rub it firmly over the swollen sack. Deep into his preferred place, down far into subspace, the combination of pain and pleasure left the unicorn "prince" panting and shivering. It was amazingly difficult, but he tried hard not to gyrate his hips-- he dared not disturb his mistress, even if she was feeling charitable.

In between humming little songs to herself, she continued her story for the recording. "Blueblood and Dove have been keeping Celestia's little vaults here clean and free, which is good, or Blueblood would be in violation of ritual terms," she explained. Frowning a bit, she tugged on his sack with one pair of gloved fingers.

As always, Mistress Twilight made sure to scrub the gel in everywhere, leaving no wrinkle of the overfull scrotum uncleaned. Choking back a squeal, he groaned instead. She rolled her eyes, roughly grabbed the flare of his rapidly throbbing maleness in her gloves, and firmly took it out of his hands. He promptly put them behind his back, and she smiled. "Very good, little colt," she nickered, and held his dick level, still lengthwise in front of the view of the spell orb. A light twinkle from his mistress’ horn made the orb pan and scan over his body.

His helpless thralldom was captured within the magic, just like the magic of the ritual and his mistress’ skill captured him.

His head began to swim. If mistress does gift me to some mare, I hope she'll do this to me too, he thought, dizzy. So far down, he was utterly honest with himself. I hope she'll train me to control my teenie weenie, and not bind me this badly, but…

He closed his eyes, his jaw going slack and his horn thrusting at the air. Though, he continued, I may have gone partially numb from the false orgasms, I can still feel how much this makes me want to masturbate until I'm drained. Maybe I will be in a herd, with a real stallion. Being a broodstallion means there has to be a real stallion around so I know what's better, right?

No more than a few short years ago, the thought of being humiliated for others' pleasure would have horrified Blueblood. Blue, on the other hand, knew it was intensely pleasurable for him, too. He wanted badly to remain his mistresses' slave. But slavery wasn't permitted in Equestria, and so he just hoped he'd be given to a good dominatrix-wife. He didn't think he'd know what to do as a partner-husband, after all.

Meanwhile, Mistress Twilight was still both treating his body's aches and pains-- and cleanliness-- and slinging him around like some lewd class sculpture. "So, the teenie weenie gets the same treatment, except the flare," she explained. She grabbed his cock literally in hand, able to take the vast majority of it with just her fist and the rag across the fingers and palm of her glove.

She smiled at him. "Just think, little broodstallion!" she nickered whimsically. "If you wanted to make me really mad, you could brag about getting a handy from a princess!" Blue blushed nearly as bright as his lower cheeks as she began to jerk the rag and the cold, cold gel back and forth over his cock.

After a few moments, she slowed, and her magic lifted his chin up to look her in the eye. "You surrendered your body to my use," she told him softly. "But I can't even imagine what those false orgasms feel like. So it's your choice, my little slut pony." He didn't answer. Couldn't. For all the world, he didn't even remember what a choice was in that second, so abased was the last descendent of Platinum.

Concerned, Mistress Twilight frowned. Her thumb rubbed firmly along one of the the grooves, pressing the cool gel in ungently. She kept it up until his attention snapped onto her, out of the haze of masochistic delight. "Blue," she said sternly. "Make a choice. Beg me to continue to sex it up, to force your cock to remind you again and again that you are an empty-dicked little fucktoy, or beg me to stop. If you cry stop, I'll just finish up like this, and drain you. If not… No mercy, Blue. What do you want?"

Not one to waste time, she kept cleaning him, but stopped the delicious torment of the masturbatory motions. Instead, she used her fingers on the flare to move it around casually for her to clean and scrub the gel in good.. She made sure to grind the gel onto and under the folds of his hairless sheath, wiped it along the base on both sides of the ring, and pushed the rag firmly with her finger under his flare, scraping it in a circle.

Shuddering, Blue bowed his head, his horn dipping low. Here he was, a prince of Equestria, last scion of a noble house, and his only choices were to beg for torment or beg to be treated like a stockyard animal. Put that way, he had no choice at all.

"I see, mistress," he said in a soft groan. His voice was rough and low, without his genteel Canterlot accent. Daring just a bit, he met her eyes once, and demurely fluttered his lashes at her. Lowering his gaze again, he swallowed and begged. "Please, Mistress Twilight. I'm a naughty little whorse. I'm so sorry I was a nasty slut and worried my mistresses. If it pleases you, I would love to have my cock punished by what should be pleasure."

He beamed at her, his fingers clenching at the opposite wrists behind his back. "Please, Princess," he said, smiling broader and broader, his vision going vague and his thoughts so slow. Nothing was left between him and the truest, lewdest, most bone deep needs in him. "Abuse me. Debase me. I have nothing, own nothing save that which I am permitted, but I will worship as you see fit, obey as you and the other mistresses command, only please make my dirty, dinky little dick try and fail to cum."

One of Mistress Twilight's gloved hands grabbed his horn, and for a moment, he thought he'd gone too far. Instead, she yanked him forward, the hand on his dick starting to squeeze and fondle with expert mistressy. Before his defeat in the ring, he'd procured the services of some of Canterlot's best prostitutes-- those who would risk his temper and arrogance-- but he'd never felt anything like the handjob his mistress started to give him.

And then, while Blue's cock all but screamed in agonized pleasure, flexing and squeezing and failing to climax against the bindings magical and physical, his mistress kissed him.

It wasn't tender. It wasn't goofy. It was none of the things he'd seen her give his High Mistress when he watched, seething from the sidelines. It was forceful, her tongue brutally invading his muzzle and wrestling his down as she took his mouth, hard.

It turned him on nearly as much as the handjob.

Bliss. Blue mentally surrendered the last of his princedom. Oh, he'd do his job in public. Mistress Moon would be furious if he didn't, after all. But what claim could he have on the title of prince? He was being punish-wanked by one of the true royals. An alicorn princess was masturbating him, solely for her amusement. Just to have a little bit of fun while she cleaned him up for his proper use in service to such a mighty mare.

For all that the cold and the blocked tubes pained him, the pleasure from her sturdy hand was wonderfully worse; he was utterly impotent as long as the ring was in place. Not a drop of cum even entered his shaft, not even a drizzle of lube His cock was utterly bound at Mistress Twilight's whims.

She finished abruptly. There was a brief moment of glandular confusion; his cock couldn't climax, of course. Just then, though, it felt like the moment was stolen, rather than blocked. "Th-thank you for your mercy, mistress," he stuttered. In contrast to the earlier teasing, she made the drying off and removal of the gel with the second rag a quick, businesslike process. It was a break, at least. Not a disappointment-- not that he'd dare-- but an opportunity to rest and recuperate. To prepare.

Finally, Mistress Twilight came to the flare. She squeezed his captured cock again, this time starting from below the medial ring to just below the crown with her left hand. Oh, how he hated this part, but he didn't complain. He had in the past. It had been pointless.

Now, Blue didn't want to do anything but obey, no matter where it took him. His cock was Mistress Sun's, and Mistress Twilight was her mighty hand in these matters. He obeyed, and that was ecstasy, too.

The mistress' scent was everywhere in the tight confines of the closet now. She must have had a mini-climax while ravishing him. The thought thrilled him, and he almost bleated out a squeal. He bit down hard on his inner lip, and clenched his fingers tight as rope binds over his wrists.

She ignored him, as usual, focusing on the recording spell. She grinned at the orb and said, "I hope that you come back and view that later, baby. Wanna play doctor with me spread out on your table? Or mad stud-scientist experimenting on me? Just think of what I did to the slut here, and make me pay for my wicked ways!"

Blue smiled again. He was making a contribution!

Meanwhile, his mistress returned to the matter at hand. Coughing, she screwed her face back into a semi-serious mask and said, "There's a certain amount of build up, even with the colt's forced chastity, even when he hasn't been getting drained."

She glared, and he whimpered. He'd been such a stupid, stupid, sulky slut-toy! "It's going to be worse behind the block, but," Mistress Twilight shrugged indifferently. "We make do. Besides," she said as she squirted a different gel on, "This one's a bit alchemical. It'll make him stretch so the climax isn't quite so tough on his wimpy thing."

Blue groaned, shuddering. He couldn't quite completely rest in the comforting haze of obedience and subspace here. Not facing this again. As chilly as the prior gel was, this was worse, and then her latex-protected finger rubbed into into the sensitive head. Keyed up from the combination of repeated pseudoclimaxes and the months of enforced chastity, each stroke was like pure sex poured onto his skin.

Followed by the ice chill of the gel, of course. He wanted to cum so bad he could barely see! Which meant he wasn't prepared when his mistress forced the gel-coated third rag into his urethra with her thick middle finger. The gel's alchemy worked, and he felt the indescribable sensation of his dinky dick being forced to stretch to fit the amazonian finger and the rag around it! Unfortunately, his miseries increased; he started to choke and cough, stammering, "Urk… glllghh… augh!"

A brief comedy of errors compounded things. Blue later wondered if he'd offended some deity by his pretense to assisting with his mistress' orgasms to come. It might seem blasphemous, after all.

Mistress Twilight had stopped immediately with concern. Her husky growl turned into her more sweet alto as she looked him over. "Blue? Too much?" she asked, leaving her middle finger half buried in Blueblood's magically stretched slit. "You okay, little colt?" She swiftly abandoned her grip on his cock below the flare and brought her hand up to tenderly pat his bum.

His still incredibly sore, glowing-red, well-disciplined ass. Attached to an only lightly disciplined Blue.

His mistress winced sympathetically. "Ooops," she said when Blue whimpered at the pain on his walloped hind end. It was too late; instinctively, he stumbled-- or rather thrusted-- forward, hilting the mistress' finger in his urethra.

"Gaaah!" he yelped. Oops or not, the mistress apparently decided to run with things as they were. When he tried to squirm backwards, she swiftly pinched her thumb against the underside of his trapped, stretching cock and held him steady.

"I'm sorry, my poor little slut," Mistress Twilight cooed gently at him as he shuddered and gasped. "Forgot how sore I'd left you there. However," she told him sternly, shaking her left pointer finger under his nose, "We are cleaning and prepping you. You wouldn't be this sensitive if you'd been getting regular doses. Just relax, my cushy little colt. Relax and obey, and we'll be done sooner."

She began to rub her left hand soothingly between Blueblood's weak little shoulder blades from behind. On the other hand, in front, will he or nil he, she scrubbed his urethra clean. She took her time, too, letting the ominous gel to soak in for "preparation"

"I'm sorry, mistress," Blue moaned. She just tsked, clicking her tongue against her teeth. With the mercy of efficiency, she cleanly and rapidly withdrew her finger and the rag. She was about to pat his ass again, thought better of it, and fondly flicked his swollen nuts with her left middle finger-- not much better!

She nodded at the bag. "It's time, colt," she said, and stretched his scrotum just a little more. After inspecting the swell of his pent-up package, she snorted. "I think we'll need the largest size, you're so pent up. Get the biggest bottle, the nozzle, and the stopper-- oh, and I had to use a lot of gel, too. Get a clean pair of my gloves and the disposal box, too," she ordered.

Decision made, she crouched down all the way and sat with her back to the door. Her feet tapped slowly and her wings unfurled, just a bit. She seemed to really enjoy watching the even more awkward waddle of her beloved Celestia's sperm slut as he turned to the task. He heard her blow a kiss at the spell orb again as he crouched, legs spread very wide, to retrieve the implements.

"Dangles nice, for all it's so little, ladies," Mistress Twilight commented with a lewd nicker. "Maybe the next time he slips an appointment, we should make him wear a weight on it?"

He wanted to ask whether she meant for the session… or until the next one. He didn't think he'd like the answer. Or that he'd love it, and his subspace-addled mind couldn't really tell the difference.

Blue returned to his mistress with another pair of gloves and two boxes, one large, one small. The bag was designed to accept anything that would fit into the mouth, and the larger was pretty much at that limit. The smaller was just a little cubic piece of stone with a narrow seam around the edge.

A wave of her hand indicated for him to continue. He curtseyed and knelt again. Something obscenely eager to please in him added a little wriggle and shake. The motion sent his tail and cock bobbing and bouncing. He paid for the presumption, if not by her hand. The poor thing was straining all the more now that only the ring, the unyielding ring, was left to bind him.

Still, it'd been his idea, and with neither approval nor disapproval, he didn't dare whimper again. Working quickly and neatly, Blue set the gloves down on the top of the larger box. The first priority after Friendship for Mistress Twilight was always order, and that included cleanliness and care by necessity. Swiftly, he opened the smaller box, revealing only an onyx-lined case, in which he set the disposed rags. He knew that even after the cleansing of the items he'd need to dispose of them, carefully, to prevent any arcane link.

Something of an irony, he noted, his horn flaring as he used it to mark the case with a record of a proper session. I was a lazy bastard before, when I had unlimited wealth to call upon. Now that I am an owned slut, fit only to dispense the money of my betters for worthy causes, I've learned far more about magic at my mistress' feet and pussies than I ever thought possible.

The half-ritual service he had given Mistress Twilight was repeated. It started with a new addition, that of his mistress watching him struggle weakly with to pull the latex off. She didn't quite giggle again, but she was smiling. His arms were tired, but he obeyed; he could ask for help, but he didn't want to disappoint his mistress, not again. He was cowed nearly as much as when Celestia first broke him in the ring; he hoped he'd never fail again.

Indeed, the act of serving had become its own reward. When the gloves came off, she snaked a finger under his chin and tilted him up to kiss his nose lightly. "Good colt," she called him with a broader grin. This time, the warmth and pleasure at her regard did cause a pseudoclimax, eliciting a chuckle and wink. "Lusty little slut. I wonder if you've been trained into no refractory period. I wouldn't have thought it possible, but you seem to be trying so hard, and my master was born that way."

He swallowed heavily again as she turned towards the orb and noted, "Ladies, I'm just going to concentrate on draining the slut, but if one of you wants to record seeing how fast you can get his motor running when he next gives permission, I'd love to see the highlights reel. Maybe a full-mana vibrator sticky-enchanted to his prostate?" She laughed again when a little meep escaped his lips, and held her hands up for his duty once again.

It was time to put the other gloves back on. Shorn of his doubt, Blue trembled with arousal completely now as he felt his fingers bounce over her larger hands and arms. This is my mistress, he thought, smiling hazily. I've had my punishment. I've been cleaned. What could I fear, when I am beneath my mistress' boot, if I have given her no cause to wrath? Surely even her 'master'-- he knew what the word usually meant, he'd heard mares make the offer to him enough. But he hadn't needed it when he was financed, and had been so scared until they tamed him. Surely even her 'master' would not shame her by harming me. All I must do is obey, and I am safer than if I was surrounded by Prince Armor's chosen elite.

Once the gloves were on and the disposal box sealed, Mistress Twilight reached down to pet his swollen balls. He didn't bother to flinch, and apparently, his endorphin-addled supposition was correct. She didn't mix pleasure and pain this time. All she did simply just stroke his taut flesh, soothing with the cool touch of latex. "Such a good colt," she cooed. "I'm so proud! I'll mention that you learned your lesson when I speak to Celestia today." Her face lit up as she gave a dimpled, wicked smile. "Do you want me to tell Hopper what I'm going to do to you while you get your toy dick ready to be drained? Or do you want to explain to the one who's going to actually get to fuck me for yourself?"

Blue closed his eyes and panted. "I'm… I'm not worthy to speak," he whispered. "I used my rudeness up with Mistress Rarity, and as a stupid colt until Mistress Sun claimed me."

"Awww, such a humble, demure little slut," she said, and tousled his mane again. "Okay, colt. Put the bottle and the nozzle together and on you," she ordered, and he hastened to obey. With neat motions, he pulled a rather sizable jar covered with runes-- and measurement lines-- out of the larger box.

A curious looking rubber nozzle/top for the tight entrance of the jar was Blue's next retrieval, and he screwed it into the top as his mistress explained to the spell orb. To the real stallion she lusted for, and Blue didn't even feel worthy enough to envy. "Last step," she said perkily. "Not a big shock, I'm sure, and my rump's kind of tingly with anticipation of what you'll be inspired to do to it after you see me do Blueblood's, but yeah. He's going to jam his teenie weenie into the nozzle and hold up the collection jar while I finger his cute little butt and massage his prostate until he cums his balls out, pretty much literally! He knows he's not allowed to hold any back, right, slut?"

Shuddering with anticipation, his throat dry-swallowed and he nodded. "Yes, mistress," he said, beaming up at her. "My seed belongs to Mistress Sun. My balls are hers to dispose of. Should she order you to ca--"

A snarl interrupted him. "Safeword," Mistress Twilight grunted. For a moment, he stared at her and wondered if she was telling him to safeword. She rolled her eyes, and poked his chest with a finger. "If one of us told you that Mistress Sun had ordered us to gentle you, you'd be within your rights to refuse. There's a reason even this get-up is temporary, Blue."

Looking him over, she shook her head and sighed. "I'm glad you're learning your place, little guy," she told Blue, voice tender. "But remember you're still a pony. My beloved owns the product, and controls the use of the flesh. She doesn't own you. You still have rights, and Harmony, especially Loyalty, would protect you if we lost our minds." She caressed his chin gently. "I need you to remember that. No matter how far down you go into the obedience. Clear?"

Blushing brightly, he asked, "May I beg enthusiasm, mistress?" She glared, and he did wince, curtseying again. "Should have guessed not, mistress. My apologies. I will try harder; you are perfectly clear." Safeword or no safeword, he simply could not call his mistress by her name alone without time to claw his way back up to his outside mask. Thankfully, she didn't require it.

Mistress Twilight tapped a gloved finger on his fleshy, sensitive flare. "Back to work, little slut," she ordered, and he nodded cheerfully. Grunting, he simply jammed his swollen prick straight into the nozzle. It was designed to permit such going in with relative ease, after all. Going out would sting more.

Nonetheless, he yelped a bit; his shaft was so overstuffed and every part of it bloated. Not with seed, like his balls. Ironically, the result of the magic interacting with his testosterone had actually made his still-pathetic cock grow, mostly in girth. The better to serve the mistresses, perhaps, when they accepted his offers.

Still, his cock was just a vessel at this point. Blue carefully lifted the assemblage up and leaned it against a wall for support. Breathing heavily, sweat dripping over his forehead but not, thankfully his hands, he cupped one hand under the jar to hold its weight, the other at the nozzle to hold the whole thing steady. He definitely didn't want it banging around.

"May this broodstallion present for you, mistress?" he asked quietly.

He could hear his mistress' smile in her voice. "Excellent!" she said cheerfully. "That sort of impulse is to be encouraged, little slut! Would you like to suck on my toes when we're done? I'm already going to have to meet Mistress Sun at the end of the Court."

Well! Blue had offered, but she'd been so stingy with permitting worship of her glorious body. "M-mistress," he gasped, his cock swelling against the confines of ring and nozzle both. "If it p-p-pleases you, yes, mistress."

"I'm tying that thing back up before you get to suck a damn thing, just so you know," Mistress Twilight warned.

"Mistress, please, I'm so tight… I'll do whatever you say, especially to earn the favor of worshipping your toes!" Blue groaned. He spread his legs out slowly and flagged his blond tail; he didn't need to be ordered. He was in his mistress' hands now.

Chuckling again, she noted, "I shouldn't tease you, little slut. Sorry." Whistling quietly while she worked Mistress Twilight picked up the last gel-- lube, this time. She squirted it onto her left index finger. Telekinetically, she screwed the cap on, put the lube away, and called the spell orb over for perspective. "Here we go, sweetie colt" she said gently. "You know the first ones will sting a bit," she told him, and reached her gloved right hand down to cup and stroke his overstuffed sack. "Are you ready?" she asked, her voice picking up a little sternness.

"Ahh!" he gasped, and then nodded quickly. "Yes, Mistress Twilight, please, mistress! I was so stupid to balk and stay away, please, mistress, I need to cum so bad!" He was drooling now, tongue hanging open, and didn't bother to try to clean it up. He needed the draining more than anything else. Anything except obeying his mistress.

Mistress Twilight licked her lips. She leaned in close to him; he could feel her breath hot on his neck, blowing on his mane. Her fingers continued to massage his tensing, eager sack in front. Behind, she raised her lubed finger up just above his pucker and let the lube start to drool down between his fleshy cheeks.

The moment struck with the first drop, and Blue let his jaw hang slack with the sensation.

The slick, cool fluid dripped through his bare crack until it reached the quivering star. "Relax your ass, slut," she growled at him, and he knew his mistress' hyper side was coming out. So much greater than even the one he'd thought he'd had but had been proven oh, so very, very wrong.

This was the dominance-need of an alicorn princess, an alpha's alpha. Even disposing of the discipline and upkeep of a miserable little weakling like him, she was all in. Much like her finger would soon be, so he'd best be ready for it.

Blue trembled. He made his jaw shut, focused, untensing his taut rump. By dint of practice, he managed to keep his tail flagged even while he slowly forced his sphincter to relax. The daily enemas and old training helped him to do so in the first place. As did the certain knowledge that her huge finger, bigger than the cock of most normal males and futas, would be going in soon whether he liked it or not.

Pleased, Mistress Twilight nodded. "You are just a silly little colt, aren't you?" she nickered. Then she began to slowly wriggle her finger in, massaging his slickened asshole with expert care. She cooed at him, giggling as his reddened rump twitched as the familiar feel of being invaded made him jump and pant. "That's such a good little butt-slut. Are you sure you kept it to straight before? I swear, every time I get knuckle-deep in you, it's like you're trying to caress my finger with your anus."

He just whined, unable to answer. "Did the naughty, mean little slut occasionally bend over for a real stallion or a futa?" she asked, and then leaned in closer, "Or did you just wish for it, pretty broodstallion?" She found his prostate, and his whole body was forced to attend.

Little nickers and whinnies escaping his lips, Blue began to rapidly grind his hips back against her, hand almost slipping from under the jar. "Maybe being beaten,” Mistress Twilight purred, “And made a complete little muscle-whorse in the arena really was the best thing to happen to you, huh?" she snarled, and then her other hand came around to tap the little collar tag on his enchanted cockring.

Before his nozzled shaft could react, Mistress Twilight swiftly grabbed his ear in her teeth. The expert finger at his prostate made a thunderstorm of pleasure and need strike. She tugged roughly, turning his whine into a guttural wail, and growled a muffled "Cum!" command.

The magic activated.

Blue squealed louder and louder, like the broodmare his mighty mistress made him. The ring relaxed itself, growing enough to let him climax. However, it still adhered to his skin-- he wouldn't ever be free of it unless Mistress Sun herself deigned to take it off him. His orgasm hit instantly, and Mistress Twilight began to slowly stroke her left finger and its greasy slickening agent further into his suddenly clenching rear.

Thankfully, Mistress Twilight's strong digit was already within, and his anus made its accommodations with her ruling presence. She circled and massaged his eager prostate as he came. Pleasure mixed with pain so exquisitely as to make even the entire series of false orgasms seem like a light, flicking spanking. Obeying simple fluid dynamics as much as his urgently reacting prostate, his tight sack unleashed in a wave of its held-up contents.

Around the tight pinch of the nozzle, forward and back, his cock stretched and bulged as much as it could to accommodate the wad. He poured the seed-- not his seed, this climactic release. This semen, this sperm, all of it belonged to Mistress Sun and her bachelorette herd. All of it he ever made until he was given to some other mare for her pleasure. All of the white hot jizz that left while Mistress Twilight's finger worked further into him, loosening him, using him-- all of it that shameful spill, his payment, his debt.

His forceful mistress kept tugging on his ear, and Blue wondered why she wasn't inflicting the final draining on him. In a moment, he knew, the hard way. She finally got his anus relaxed enough to accept her middle finger as well, forcing him to bulge.

"How many asses were you a filthy, disgusting little colt to?" Mistress Twilight whispered. Finally, she let go of his ear as she began to press both fingers against his prostate. She knew it well from the years of violating him like this, and quickly had it back up to speed.

Blue tried to babble, but found he couldn't speak, the feelings and the overwhelming invasion was just too much. "That's okay, my little slut," she growled. "Doesn't matter. This is your life now, squealing and whining as I stretch… your… ass," she grunted and thrust again.

It took him a moment to realize why he suddenly felt so full. His balls were overstuffing themselves even as his cock helplessly emptied them into the jar. That wasn't the filled feeling, he realized through his own high-pitched nickers of pleasure. Shocked, he realized that Mistress Twilight now had three fingers in his heavily stretched hind end. Three fingers from an eight foot tall behemoth of an amazon. A muscular alicorn, vast of wing and shoulder alike. He counted himself lucky she didn't feel the need to force her full fist into him.

Then Blue remembered. She wouldn't damage him. And the pleasure he had now wiped out all the pain that had mixed in at the beginning. He couldn't stop cumming, and now, not even a tiny part of him that still thought he was a stallion wanted to. This wasn't just draining. Not just care for him. This was his reward for realizing he was lower than a bottom bitch. His blessing for submitting to his lot in life.

So he wriggled his rear for her and rutted back in smooth motions. He didn't think he had any other way of showing his appreciation than utter obedience, after all. At least not until he was properly trussed up again and suckling on her toes.

There wasn't much skill to it now; with three fingers in, Mistress Twilight mostly had to keep to fucking his sensitive prostate with her middle finger, the hold too awkward to to get all three quite so deep in. So she used them to spread him just a bit further, back and forth, back and forth. She pressed her other hand up, almost tenderly, under his nuts. Her strong hand rubbed and fondled them as they pumped sperm out.

She made a game of it. Of stretching out his rectum and feeling up his spasming nuts. As she played with him, as he came himself dry into the jar, she kept cooing out the names of the various other productory glands and parts. No, not a game-- as though she was ordering them all to produce all the spooge they could. Perhaps she was.

Eventually, Blue gasped a final time, his climax having doubled and even thirded under his mistress' skilled assault of his owned ass. When the orgasmic bliss wore off, she kept pumping for a few moments further. "So you know," she growled, and left him sore inside and out.

Finally ceasing her motions, Mistress Twilight hissed, "Remember this, slut. Remember that while I will protect you, and I will take care of you, I will not be made to worry, nor my sisters-of-soul, because you sulk!" As he fell forward, barely twisting his head to avoid impaling his horn into the wall, he just let out a moan.

She caught him, of course, her strength easily supporting him in his weakness. At long last, his balls were no longer able to send sperm to join the rest of a process that had quit as well. The jug had drooped; his flare was awash and soiled in his own seed. Her horn flared as her wings slammed shut. The jar glowed an answering magenta, the magic cleaning its cargo of any traces of oil or other contaminants from his still-stiff, utterly empty cock.

Mistress Twilight nodded sternly. She guided him down by the cock until the jar was resting on the floor. She commanded the ring to re-tighten, and he felt his brief freedom disappear again. He couldn't honestly say he missed it, not at this moment. Fiercely, he vowed mentally to force himself never to be a sulky little slut again.

More realistically, he thought as the endorphin high gave him a moment of clarity, if I think it's happening again, I need to go to the mistresses, first.

"Pull yourself out," Mistress Twilight ordered. "Then clean up; my gloves last after I tie you back up, slut. You'll see Rarity in three days, or I'll ask Celestia to put you under permanent assignment to Luna. I'll admit my failure to the Sisters before I let you endanger yourself again. Am I clear, Blueblood?"

Blue didn't dare merely moan. His throat dry and scratchy, he whispered, "As you command, mistress." And it would be so.

She smiled, ruffled his mane, and smirked. "Get to it, broodstallion," she purred. "You've got toes to suck, feet to lick."

Bliss.