Chapter 1: How to be polite at the dinner table.View OnlineHow to Handle Grown-Ups TooChapter 1: How to be polite at the dinner table.I had been babysitting my princess for over three months now, every weekend. Everytime I told Filthy Rich that it was a pleasure to look after his daughter, he was delighted to hear it and was allowing me to come over more and more often, just for a few hours. So that he wouldn’t have to leave her home alone at all. My princess put on show of childish disapproval of this in front of her father, but only enough to hide the fact that any time she got to spend with me, she really enjoyed. Or at least I think she did, she enjoyed all the extra pocket money she got out of me at least. After the very lewd events that happened on that night that I will never forget. When I finally got to put my tongue inside my princess’s tight little fillyhood. She seemed to have been embarrassed with herself to have let it got that far and that we nearly got caught in the act. Since then she had not let me do anything quite so sexual with her. Only getting to lick her hooves and soap her down in the bath if I was lucky. But I knew my place. I was her toy, her little piggy bank. So I had no right to complain. My princess made me feel happy just by being with her, no matter how badly she treated me, no matter how badly she insulted me and blackmailed me. It was all worth it, just to be able to look at her every weekend. However, tonight as I walked nervously up to my princess’s house. I had a feeling something was going to be different this time. My heart was still beating faster than it ever had, other then when I was inside her. As Filthy Rich had left me a letter, that both scared and excited me at the prospect of what he might be offering. I opened the letter again to read it one more time, in case there was a clue as to what I was to expect. ‘Dear Anon, I was wondering if you might be interested in coming over for dinner tonight as I have a proposal, I wish to discuss with you and I think you will be very interested $$$$$$$$’ The dollar signs had been stamped on with green ink. He clearly wanted to emphasise my pay. But of course it wouldn’t be my money it would be hers. But maybe with enough, my princess will let me fuck her again. At that thought my erection tented in my shorts and I had to stop in my tracks right in front of the door. I couldn’t let Filthy Rich see how horny I was… I quickly adjusted my throbbing and excited erection to try to be less obvious, but I had made the stupid decision to only wear pretty loose fitting shorts. I considered sitting on one of the benches decorating the extravagant garden surrounding the Rich family’s home but, figured it would be a long wait for my boner to settle, if at all. I knocked on the door to just get it over with and my heart felt like it was going to blast out of my chest. My hands were clammy and I felt so hot that I could feel sweat dripping from my eyebrow. Rich opened the door nearly instantly. It seemed almost as if he had heard me coming and was already about to open it. This caught me by surprise and had intended to take a deep breath beforehand and realized I hadn’t breathed for nearly a full minute. “Welcome sir, I am glad you decided to join us!” He exclaimed gleefully as he motioned for me to follow him inside. “You… you are...“ I started, realizing I was having trouble speaking, while I had no air in my lungs. So before answering any further, I finally took a big gulp of air. Filthy Rich, simply brushed off how little I responded and probably assumed I was just nervous about the money he offered. He turned around and began walking down the needlessly long lobby toward the dining room. The lobby looked like the kind of front room a hotel would have, rather than just the entrance to a home of one business pony and his daughter. “You are welcome” I finished awkwardly later after catching my breath. Upon entering the dining room a full spread of a variety of fancy food was on display, as if he was planning to have a whole dinner party. But I knew better, I knew that this was what he prepared every night, just so that he and my spoiled and demanding princess could be satisfied, no matter what they are in the mood for. He was a very philanthropic pony though and assured me that he doesn’t waste food, he instead just donates whatever is left to ponies in need. Which made be wonder why his daughter turned out so selfish, herself. Speaking of which... I could she my beautiful princess sitting at the head of the table, looking intently at me while pretending to be a polite, composed filly. It wasn’t long before as soon as Filthy Rich had sat down and turned to look toward me, that my princess gave me that threatening scowl, that I loved so much, that reminded me of my place as her disgusting, perverted, little piggy bank, and that I was lucky she put up with me. As I sat down I gave her a smile, as innocently as I could, trying to just go through the motions of being a polite dinner guest. She responded a feigned look of interest, also just acting the part of being at dinner. I couldn’t help but stare at the sexy earth filly, a little longer than was probably acceptable, she was so beautiful and difficult to look away from. Her coat was such a pretty shade of pink and her mane was like a mix of lilac and white cotton candy, styled immaculately under the sparkly tiara she always wore as a statement of her entitlement and status above all other ponies and of course a dirty filthy human like myself. It wasn’t until Filthy Rich started speaking that I snapped out of my trance and turned to look at him. “You are probably wondering why I have asked you to come here tonight.” He stated and gave me a wink, letting me know, he would not consider it rude for me to get right to business. “Yeah, uh… some kind of job?” I responded hoping that it would involve my princess in some way, it’s not like Rich, knows me for being good at handling anything else. “That’s right.” he responded. “You see, as you know, I believe you are the best babysitter I have ever had and it just so happens, that I need to go on quite a long business trip.” My mouth opened in surprise as thoughts of what this could be, already flooded through my mind. Overnight with my princess? A whole weekend?... Longer? “And so…” Filthy Rich continued with an almost pleading grin as if he was worried I might be reluctant. “I would like you to live here and look after Diamond Tiara full time… for…” He hesitated a little hoping to read my reaction to the proposal so far. “H-h-how long?” I stammered. “Two months.” Filthy eventually managed to blurt out, and as my jaw dropped in astonishment he quickly followed up with what he thought I might find to be the good news. “I will pay you double the normal rate, plus since you are going to be here 24/7, that means you will be getting paid for 24 hours a day” He grinned. I stared blankly at him for a moment and then turned to my princess and she had an evil looking smirk on her face ready for me. Which she quickly covered with a bored expression, before her dad could see. I absolutely loved every minute I spend with her, but, I would normally get to go home and rest from her cruelty before too long. Now I was going to be under her hoof, for what felt like it would be an eternity. But of course, she owned me, so it had to be up to her. “Uh… um… Diamond…” I asked her. “Would you be able to tolerate my company for that long?” She tried her best to look bored and uninterested at the idea, but she snuck me a little bit of that evil little smirk, that showed she was clearly laughing at my expense in her own head. “I suppose…” She huffed. “If I really have to have a foalsitter, I guess he will do.” I had her permission, so I turned back to Filthy Rich and nodded my approval for the job. “Yes sir, I will look after her well sir.” I offered trying to sound monotone and business like. As if the money was the only reason, I was agreeing. Filthy Rich smiled at me with appreciation. “Thank you very much, but there is one more thing, you need to know, however...” I cocked my head to the side curious, waiting for what this catch, would be. “I’m afraid, this opportunity came up very suddenly and I actually need to leave... tonight.” He said frankly. My eyes opened wide in surprise and I saw my princess barely containing a chuckle. “In just a few hours I will need you to start.” He clarified. “Is there anything you will need to go and get from home tonight, if you do still want to go ahead with it?” My mind was racing it was hard to think about anything at all. I noticed that i’d probably need some tighter shorts and more clothes and some of my books and my favourite blanket and pillow. But it was going to be too awkward to stand up right now with how rock hard I was at the moment. “Ahem!” Diamond made a fake show of clearing her throat and glared at me in the domineering way that she so loves to do, before giving an order, and that was all I needed to know. My orders had been stated, I was sure that, not just am I not allowed to go home to collect anything, I would probably not get to go home at all, until my job was over. I looked back toward Filthy Rich and shook my head to assure him that I would not need to get anything. “Well then, that is good news, I’ve got the best foalsitter in all of Equestria taking the job” Filthy celebrated. “Allow me to treat you to some dessert and champagne to celebrate.” With that Filthy Rich left the table and headed into the kitchen. He clearly felt very happy as he began to whistle while he was in there and this was what finally gave my princess the opportunity to say what she had been dying to, for the whole dinner. “Ha ha ha” She giggled. “I’m going to have you all to myself for that long.” She gave me a particularly sinister smile and started to fondle her pretty mane teasingly. “Don’t you think it’s going to be easy for you, you stupid perverted sicko. I am going to be watching you all the time, to make sure you behave.” “Y-yes princess… I will be good, I promise” I replied under a hushed tone, just to make certain that her dad wouldn’t hear. She got down from her stool and the tiny filly walked to where I was sitting and inspected me like some livestock that she owned. She pointed her hoof at my extremely obvious boner that was hidden only from being under the table. “Already thinking your disgusting thoughts, you worthless little piggy bank” She teased in a whisper. “Thinking just because we are going to be alone for a while, I’m going to let you rut me, like a stupid animal in heat, Is that it?” I looked down at her, even though I was sitting at the table and she was standing next to me, she was only half my height. It looked so adorable that my cock went from being rock hard and swollen to actually hurting and I felt a little jolt of pleasure in it as it reacted to her now being so close, her lavender perfume and her mean glare, showing she was so ready to punish me. “I’m sorry princess, I am a sick foalophile, I can’t help it.” I admitted. “You are so lucky I don’t tell my daddy who you really are, that you want to fuck his little daughter as soon as he leaves, you are pathetic!” She emphasised the last word a little louder, showing that she had nothing to lose from us being caught. That I was completely and utterly her control and that the only alternative would be a Canterlot dungeon. “Please princess, I know, I am all yours and I am so lucky that you keep my secret.” I said in a bit of a whimper. I was pretty sure she was just playing around, to torment me, but there was always at any moment the possibility that she would get bored of me and throw me under the cart. “Hphm!” She scoffed. “And don’t you forget it!” Then immediately she punched her hoof into my testicles. Causing a searing jolt of pain to shoot through my whole body. But I managed to grit my teeth and not make any more than a quiet little grunt and shed some tears from my eyes. She had hit me there many times before but I had gotten used to containing my complaints, because she would always promise it would be worse if I screamed. With that she walked back to her stool, while deliberately swaying her tail from side to side to give me a glimpse of her wonderfully pink and tiny little marehood, and it was betraying her true excitement about what was to come, as I noticed some drips of arousal hit the carpet behind her. Then just as she got back to her seat. Filthy Rich came back with the bottle of champagne. Then somehow, despite it seeming impossible with earth pony hooves, he easily pulled the cork and it popped out, hitting the roof and bouncing around the dining room. He then poured me some in a glass and passed it to me. Diamond gave her dad a hopeful look and asked sweetly, in a voice that she never ever uses, when we are alone. “Daaaddy, can I please try some?” Filthy Rich shook his head. “I’m sorry darling, but I still need you to wait until you are older, it’s a drink for adult ponies remember.” “Awww I know daddy.” She complained as she winked to me. “How much older do I need to be Daddy?” I knew from that wink, that she was intending to have me help her break a lot of rules during my stay… my service… my captivity. “Much older still, sweetie.” He laughed and gave me a toast with his glass. “Here’s to a profitable month for both of us.” He toasted as I rose my glass back to clink with his. My princess rubbed her hooves together greedily, knowing just how not profitable it was going to be for me. The rest of the dinner was uneventful and just involved Filthy Rich talking about his business and how he was going to be launching his franchise into regions as far away as The Crystal Empire and that, that was why he was going to be gone for a long time. But it was now finally time for him to get going and having got a bit carried away talking about himself, he remembered at the last moment, to show me a couple of lists in the kitchen. The first was of Diamond Tiara’s rules, most of which I already knew, but there was more detail and extra ones added that took into account more long term things he had to consider. The second was a schedule of what time Diamond Tiara would need to go to bed, when to eat and as it turned out, she still had a month of holidays from school. It wasn’t starting up again until next month. It really was going to be just me and her, for so long, with no breaks. Then finally he have me a fairly large bag of bits, but assured me, that this was only a tiny fraction of my pay in advance and that, he was going to send the rest of my pay a day at a time to my Ponyville bank account. I gulped as Filthy Rich, headed out the door with his loaded suitcase, waving goodbye. I just waved half hidden behind the door frame to the kitchen, as my shorts were still pitching a very embarrassing tent and my princess was grinning at it as she waved goodbye to her dad too. The door shut and this was it. My heart was pounding as I had no idea what would be in store for me next and from the sadistic look in my princess’s eyes, I knew she was eager to get started.
Chapter 2: How to feed your human.View OnlineHow to Handle Grown-Ups TooChapter 2: How to feed your human.The first thing my princess ordered me to do, as soon as her father had left the house, should have been so predictable. I guess I again forgot my place and actually thought for a moment that my princess was excited, because she got to spend time with me. But alas… My princess waved her hoof, in that all too familiar way at the bag of bits I was holding in my hand. “Hand them over, now!” She growled harshley, not wasting any time at getting to the point. I looked down at the tiny intimidating filly with her mean scowl, sadly. I had no choice but to hand them over, but I had hoped that she would at least tease me with some hope of getting to keep some, if I was very well behaved. It was always in vain, I knew, but it was part of the game we used to play. Once she snached the bag out of my outstretched hand, she opened it and began to inspect the contents as if she thought I might have been intending to deceive her with fake bits. “This will do, I guess.” She snorted as she pushed the bag of bits behind her and put her hoof out to me again as if expecting more from me. I stared blankly, wondering what she wanted and out of fear of making her mad, I looked around frantically. “Um… princess, the rest is going to go into the bank, but don’t worry, it’s all yours if that’s what you want.” My princess rolled her eyes at me. “Well obviously, you idiot, no, give me that list!” It then occurred to me that I was still holding on to the pieces of paper that had her rules and her schedule on them. “Oh i’m so sorry princess, here you go.” I apologised as I handed the pages down to her, with it being so incredibly adorable, just how much tinier she is then me and how much I had to kneel down to reach her. She snached them as well with her usual rudeness and began to read them, wondering exactly what kind of rules her dad had expected her to follow. She walked back into the dining room again as she read and I followed her. She snickered at some of them and it was clear in her beautiful light blue eyes that she was in the mood to be defiant. “Well then, of course you know how this is really going to work!” She commanded. She stomped her front hoof onto the ground and ordered. “Kneel Piggy!” I immediately got down onto my hands and knees to try to, to some degree come down to her height, but even as a quadruped I was still taller. So out of respect I shrunk further down with my head bowed down so my nose was touching the carpet and my arms and legs were folded under me. At this point I was finally shorter than her. She gave a snobbish “Hmph!” As if it should have been obvious for me to do this right away. “Now you are going to stay like that, for good, I can’t have you towering over me like some giant.” She grinned cruelly. “Of course princess” I agreed, keeping my face staring submissively at the floor. “I don’t care if you have to crawl around everywhere, don’t you ever be taller than me again!” She continued to command. “Now, I want you to look at me and open your mouth wide!” I appreciated that I got to look at her adorable face again and immediately did exactly as she asked. It barely even occurred to me to wonder why before, to my surprise, she had shoved the pages into my wide open mouth. “You will eat anything I tell you to eat, Piggy!” She demanded as she nearly forced her whole hoof into my mouth to make sure I would not let any of the paper escape. I was shocked and disgusted by the texture of the paper, but I obediently started chewing on it, gagging a bit at the bitter taste, especially the ink. “Mpmhmmph” I tried to agree as my mouth was full. I was surprised and concerned at how quickly and eagerly she was already stepping up to her new role as my long term owner and despite how unpleasant it felt inside my mouth, my cock had started twitching in excitement. As I chewed and chewed, finding that the paper was just extremely stubborn at breaking down, to be ready to swallow. My princess continued to rant at me. “You will also, take off those silly human clothes of yours, they look so ridiculous on you.” I nodded my agreement and started stripping off my t-shirt and loose shorts that were hiding nothing about the state my penis was in. It was very difficult to do while staying below my princess, I had to contort my body and lay down flat on my stomach in order to shed myself of the skin that my princess disapproved of. When I got to my underwear, I could feel from it’s dampness, that this whole time, I had been leaking precum, ever since I first saw her at the dinner table. It was an intoxicating effect that she had on me, even when I was at home just thinking about her. After I disposed of the wet underwear and threw it to the side, my princess started walking around me, observing my body. “Urgh,” she gagged. “You humans are such disgusting creatures, you have no fur, just this weird… smooth…” She struggled to describe it as she started running her hoof over my back and I felt major chills just from her finally being the one to initiate touching me. I didn’t recall her ever doing that before. I had finally managed to force myself to swallow the last of the paper and helped her finish her sentence. “It’s called skin, princess.” “It’s icky” she commented as she continued to rub me down to my butt cheek. This caused me to raise my butt for her to get better access, I wanted nothing more at that moment then, for her to just shove that hoof of hers into my rectum. I knew it would be incredibly painful as, it would be larger than any toy I had tried using on myself. But just the thought of her being inside me in any way, would be worth anything. My hopes and dreams were denied though when she stopped touching me and moved back toward my face. I kept myself staring at the floor, not daring to look at her without her permission, which she soon gave me. “Well would you look at this.” She said curiously, as she handled my underwear in between her hooves. After looking up I gasped at the incredibly sexy sight, of a little foal playing with my dirty pre-soaked jocks. She shuffled them around until she found the most wet part at the front. I could smell my own arousal wafting from them and I gleed with delight as she touched the wetness with her nose and sniffed in deeply. My princess, got lost in her own world for a moment as I saw her make a little bit of a genuine smile at breathing in my scent. Betraying that she liked it, before quickly going back to her act of hating everything about me. “This is gross,” she said as she faked disgust, wrinkling her nose at the piece of clothing. “I can’t believe that the whole time we were sitting at dinner, you were practically already rutting me in your mind. Bet you were thinking about pulling me onto that table, right in front of my dad and fucking me right there, not caring what my dad would think, bet you would find that to be some sick perverted fantasy of yours, wouldn’t you?” She threw my underwear away like it was a piece of garbage and forced my chin up to look at her with her hoof. I gulped, afraid that no matter what I said, she was going to hurt me anyway. “Uh… no princess I wouldn’t do that.” She smacked me across the face with her hoof, which despite being such a tiny earth pony, her strength was that of a fully grown adult human and the pain was immense. “Liar!” She shouted. I whimpered and brought my forearms in front of my face to guard myself from any more whacks. “I’m not lying princess, your dad is such a nice gentlepony, I wouldn’t want to hurt him like that.” “But you would hurt me!” She growled. “No, princess, I would be gentle.” I claimed. “That’s ridiculous” she harrumphed. “If you were to put that that stupid thing in me, you would tear me apart!” “M-maybe” I admitted sadly. “Which is why it’s despicable that you want to do that to a cute innocent little filly!” She shouted. “Never, princess, unless you want me to.” I agreed. As usual she instead of confirming whether or not it would ever happen, just moved on to a new complaint. “Also, how dare you shield yourself Piggy, if I want to hit you, you should know that it is well deserved and not do anything to stop it.” She criticized. I nodded and let my hands rest to my side. Bracing myself for more pain. She told me to stay still while she went to go get something and so I lay there in my humiliating position resting my face on the carpet. Whenever I looked up at her, it caused my neck to ache. So I was glad to get a chance to rest. She then came back with a set of ribbons and again forced my chin up to her mean threatening face. “Put those filthy weird hands behind your back Piggy, I’m going to make sure you can’t do that again.” I complied and soon enough she had tied multiple ribbons of a variety of colors around my wrists. The material felt kind of cheap and like I could pull them apart if I really wanted to. But I was not going to try, I got the point, that I was not allowed to. “There we go” She giggled at bit at my expense, which always got a twinge of pleasure through my hungry and helpless cock, at how heavenly it sounded whenever I heard her laugh. “This is the way a disgusting foalophile human should always be presented.” I tried to nod, but now that I could not even prop myself on my elbows, I barely had the mobility to do so. So I instead answered. “Yes princess, you are right, of course.” She laughed at me even more, proud of her work at humiliating me and that was music to my ears, worth every second of my embarrassment and discomfort. She stood back in front of me again and was grinning from ear to ear. I could only see with my head on my side, since I could not prop my head up any more. At seeing her smile, I couldn’t help but smile too as I was so happy to see her happy. She then all too quickly returned to her scowl, and glared at me. “Are you finding something funny about this Piggy, you are not supposed to be having fun. In fact you are not allowed to have fun at all, that’s another rule.” I shook my head, as well as I could with my cheek on the carpet, at the accusation that I was having fun. “No princess, I am just glad that you are having fun, that is all.” “Hmph, well don’t you dare smile again, or next time I will buck you.” She threatened. “Yes princess.” I agreed. That was indeed a scary thought, for even a earth filly as small as her, could probably cave my face in, if she did that. I put on a frown that was mostly faked to satisfy her. But in reality I was mostly enjoying to just what extreme she was dominating me. It was something I had fantasized about and fapped to many times before. The only thing that disappointed me about it, was that there was no way I could touch my engorged rod, while the fantasy was finally happening. She started to walk toward the kitchen and made her next demand. “Follow me Piggy.” In order to follow her instruction, I had shuffle along the ground like a snake. It took a long time, but my princess had no sympathy for how hard I was trying to reach her quickly. “Hurry up Piggy, you think I have time to wait all night for you!” She shouted from the doorway. I would not dare argue, I knew that my best effort would never satisfy her and I believed that she was secretly having fun watching me slither across the ground like the pathetic worm I was. Eventually I managed to slide up next to where she was waiting in the kitchen. The tile floor felt especially uncomfortable and cold compared to the carpet. Once I got near her she opened a cupboard and pulled out a couple of things. First was a dogbowl, then a collar connected to a leash. I knew exactly where this was going and now I felt genuinely fearful. Was she really going to make me…? “You will eat anything I tell you to eat, Piggy!” I recalled. I was already feeling sick. She then pulled out a tin of dog food and opened it. The foul smell wafted out and as I tried to to block my nose with my fingers, I was quickly reminded that I could not move it. She dumped it into the bowl and then began her monologue as she fastened the dog collar around my neck. “I’ve always been wanting a pet doggy, but my daddy keeps telling me that he didn’t trust that I could take care of one!” She complained. “This is another thing my daddy says I have to wait until I am older for, it’s not fair!” I gulped in fear and nearly vomited at the prospect of what she was going to ask me to do. I said the only thing I thought might work, even though it was a lie. “Uh… Princess, I am a vegetarian!” I claimed as I tried to slither back away from the terrible smell. But she quickly pulled on the leash to my collar and forced me back toward the bowl. “Nah uh ah!” She shook her head. “Doggies eat dog food!” I whined and tried again to change her mind about this. “But I’m a piggy, piggies eat vegetables!” At the very least I got treated to her cute giggle before she responded. “You are whatever dumb animal I want you to be, and right now I want you to be the doggy, I never got to have!” I would have prefered anything else, I doubted that anything she could do to me would be worse than eating that disgusting smelly slop in the dogbowl. So I decided to be defiant and accept whatever the consequences would be. “Princess, I really really do not want to eat that.” I complained. She pulled me closer with the leash and forced my face to be mere centimeters away from the brown mess, covered in slimy gelatin. “Too bad, because you will eat it!” She grumbled and while still holding the leash moved out of my sight and promptly kicked me with her forehoof in the balls. The searing pain caused me to flinch and inadvertently plant my face into the disgusting goop. But I gritted my teeth and kept my mouth closed. With my face now covered in the clear gross gelatin. I pulled away from the bowl more, blowing some dog food out of my nostril. I didn’t care, no matter how many times she kicked me in the balls, it would be better than eating that. I braced for more torture from my princess, but instead she started laughing at my expense. “Very well then Doggy, maybe you aren't hungry yet. But you will be eventually.” She let go of the leash as she explained. “Just know that, I will not fill this bowl up again, until you have eaten and licked it all clean. I nodded and this time actually shed some tears. She was going the threaten me with starvation. One thing I had not ever considered in any of my fantasies was the idea of eating gross stuff. It was just the one part of the pet play fantasy that I just never wanted to be involved in. But I had to remember, that my princess was the one in charge. It was all about fulfilling her fantasies, not my own selfish ones. I slinked away from the bowl sadly, but relieved that I would have to do it just yet. I could at least build myself up to it, wait until I was hungrier. As if she knew exactly what I was thinking, she made a comment to remind me of what would happen if I waited too long. “Don’t forget doggy, you won’t get to eat again until that bowl is empty, if you wait too long, the flies and the ants are going to start feasting on it.” She laughed again at my expense, revelling in her creative cruelty. “I know princess. I will eat it soon.” I agreed, and this time my expression of sadness was completely genuine. Even my cock had begun to deflate, as this situation started becoming a more of a nightmare come true, then a dream. Before I could think any more about the prospect of sleep, my princess was tugging at my collar again, to follow her. I slithered behind her as quickly as I could, but without sympathy she actually walked at even brisker pace then normal and kept choking me as she went. I didn’t mind, at least this was better than dog food. She had led me to her room. It was a grand bedroom fit for a queen and was decorated from top to bottom with all kinds of pink cushions, furniture, plushies and children’s toys. Along with that, the carpet, drapes and wallpaper were the lovely shade of purple, that her mane blended into. It was as if she had decorated it as camouflage from her enemies for a pony with her particular color scheme. I tried not to smile, but the atmosphere of the room just looked so adorable and reeked with the innocence of a gentle feminine child. But of course, I knew better, it was all to hide the kind of room that would really suit her. A black and red dungeon room, with torture implements, like whips and brutal sex toys lining the walls… I had fantasized about this much, when I was drifting off to sleep at home, finally releasing the tension my cock had built up after of night of teasing from my princess. I was quickly jolted out of my daze, when she pulled me beside her bed and tied the leash around one of the bedposts. She pulled it in tight leaving me with no slack and wrapped the entire thing around it. Which left my head in a raised position and if I tried to rest my head down, I would be choked. “You are lucky, that I am tired early Doggy. I couldn’t sleep very well because I was looking forward to all the money you were going to bring me today.” She explained. “But tomorrow we are going to get up extra early and you are going to do a lot of things for me, for my enjoyment.” I felt a slight validation that she enjoyed my company and cracked a little smile. Luckily she didn’t notice, since she was facing away from me as she was getting comfortable under her warm fluffy sheets. I tried to sleep too, but I had no way to rest my head on the floor, without the collar, making me regret it. I adjusted myself, to curl my body around the bedpost, like the doggy she wanted me to be and I managed to just barely provide myself with some support by resting my head on my shoulder. It was extremely uncomfortable and I had no idea, if I would manage to sleep at all. In addition it was quite colder then, I as a naked human was used to, in a world full of furry little ponies. I considered asking for some slack on the leash, but decided I didn’t want to bother my princess, over my selfish comfort. I was sure she would rather see me tired and miserable tomorrow anyway and if that would please my princess, then so be it. Author's Note Image attribution: https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2015/11/6/1017406__safe_solo_cute_bed_diamond+tiara_artist-colon-lumineko_tired_morning+ponies_teddy+bear_diamondbetes.png
Chapter 3: How to train your pig.View OnlineHow to Handle Grown-Ups TooChapter 3: How to train your pig.The agony… It felt as if the entire universe was pain, as if existence was just one giant vat of torture acid. That was all I knew, that was all that life seemed to be, it was just eternal suffering. I opened my eyes and everything was blurry, I hadn’t even noticed I was screaming. While the most unimaginable and shocking pain seared through my loins and stomach. I started to remember where I was. I was still latched to my princess’s bed and as I tried to look around as best I could, the sleep, that I somehow managed to get was still lingering in my eyes and all I could make out was the blurry smattering of lilac and pink standing over me. “It’s time to get up Piggy!” She shouted. I realized that the cause of my painful awakening was that she had kicked me in the balls to bring me out of my peaceful sleep. It was the most horrible and shocking way I had ever woken up, and while I for a moment felt like I hated the world and everything in it. I had to admire the levels to which my princess’s cruelty could reach. I kept blinking my eyes trying to get the moisture out of them so that I could see and I saw the blur of pink moving around to unwrap my leash from the bedpost. Once I was free all I wanted to do was rest my head on the floor, like I had been craving to do all night. But I decided that it was best to just force myself to hold my head to my princess’s attention as I tried to make her out. I could only tell her apart from the rest of her girly decorated room, by observing what colors were moving. As soon as I had been freed from the bed, I was now instead just attached to my princess and she wasted no time in starting to drag me out of the bedroom. I did all the I could to just slide in the direction that she pulled me to go in, as my vision began to sharpen. I could see that she was holding her tail up high to greet me with her heavenly little fillyhood. We were now back in the kitchen and she brought me in front of the dogbowl again and sure enough, there were now flies and ants crawling all over it. I sobbed sadly wondering how it happened so quickly. Considering that it still hadn’t been that long since the dinner with Filthy Rich the night before, my stomach had no complaints when I said. “I’m still not hungry, princess.” “Fine.” She said as she shot me a cruel grin. “But I am and I want pancakes!” I gave her a perplexed look and from my awkward position on the floor I started looking around for a way that I could possibly get into the pantry and collect all the ingredients I would need for that, or even how I would manage to cook them up without endangering my princess’s lovely home. As I was working the puzzle in my mind however, my princess had started to undo the ribbons keeping my hands behind my back. “Since I am hungry, right now!” She claimed. “I don’t have the patience to wait for a pathetic worm like you, to learn to use his mouth.” “Of course princess, my hands are only tools for your use.” I offered, feeling relieved that i’d be able to cook properly and once she sat on her stool in the dining room,the increase in her height, gave me the freedom of mobility I needed to make the pancakes, relatively free of challenge. Even though I was still crawling around on my elbows and knees, the kitchen was designed to accommodate even short ponies. I could see that she was sitting on a stool at the table that allowed her to watch me prepare her breakfast, so I knew that I would not be able to get away with sneaking even a lick of the batter. Once I had finished, I gathered up several different topping that she might like and brought them and the plate of pancakes to her at the table. “You are a terrible cook!” She complained as she hungrily gorged into them. “You are cooking for a princess, not some dirty useless common pony!” “I know princess, I’m sorry, I’m too stupid to know how to cook to your standards.” I said regretfully. Once she had finished she got down from her stool and used her mouth to put the plate with half an uneaten pancake and a lot of maple syrup down on the floor in front of me and just waited. I looked perplexed for a moment, at her glare, but quickly made my best guess as to what she wanted. I carefully picked up the plate from the cleanest part, being careful not to let any syrup touch my mouth and emptied the remaining scraps into the bin, then washed the plate in the sink. With my princess following me every step of the way. “Okay, now come with me Piggy!” She ordered, not acknowledging my good behaviour, but I knew that doing the correct thing is not something I should be praised for. It was a relief to be able to walk on my knees and elbows again and as I followed I stared intently are her wonderful behind and this time look a bit more notice of her puckered little butthole. I wondered how tight that would feel to be inside and my cock agreed it’s own curiosity as it again grew to attention. My princess took a seat on a comfy fluffy couch in the living room and motioned for me to kneel down in front of her. I did as she asked and bowed my head before her to pay my respects to her throne. My princess got comfortable by spreading her hind legs out wide and giving me full view of the heaven between them. I drooled at the perfect shade of pink folds surrounding a tunnel of warmth and tightness that I wanted more then anything to be inside. As I began to drool at the sight. I felt a searing pain and harsh impact from her forehoof, that I was to zoned out to see coming. It cause my face to turn so hard, I felt a muscle in my neck pull. “You dirty little pervert!” my princess yelled, scowling at me harshley. “Who said I was putting a show on for you, you disgusting foal fiddling pig?” I looked down at the carpet submissively and apologized. “I-I-I’m so sorry princess. I am a dirty pervert, I should never be looking at you there.” “That’s right, It’s not like you have any bits you can pay me for the privilege of looking any more, do you?” She confirmed. “N-no princess, everything your dad is paying me is already yours.” I agreed sadly, as I observed the pattern in the carpet, trying not to look up again into the gate of paradise. “That’s right, so what could you possibly offer me in return to letting you look at me like that, like some starved hyena?” She questioned. I thought back to the night, when my princess let me do my most lewd act to her, when I had eaten her out until she came, I was certain that she had enjoyed that. So I made sure that was my only intention when I offered. “How about I uh.. eat you out princess?” “Disgusting!” She shrieked. “Why would I want a disgusting piggy doggy tongue in me licking around, making me.. making me f-filthy!” I could hear her lose some of her composure as her harsh speech broke down a bit as she thought about it. I dared to take a look back up, but out of obedience I only opened my eyes to see her beautiful face, and the blush on it, made her look more beautiful than she ever had. “But princess, i’m only offering for you, i’m sure you enjoyed it last time.” I say as genuinely as I can. “You! Grr!” She tried to protest, but could not think of a way to not admit she wanted it. “F-fine, but don’t you dare enjoy it you sick freak!” I opened my eyes wide with surprise and excitement and just barely managed to suppress a euphoric smile, if I gave any hint that I wanted this for my own selfish desires, she could change her mind. “I-I w-won’t princess… I-I mean, other than it making you happy” I stammered. “Well then hurry up and get to it!” She commanded. With that I looked back down her body, taking in every perfect sight along the way, her fluffy tummy, which I had always wanted to just rub my face on one day, then her tiny little filly nipples, that were completely flat and so youthful, just above her groin, that I imagined sucking and biting, softly. But below all that was the true goal that was going to get to take place before all that, her undeveloped little filly slit, which was now making her own excitement evident from the trickle of clear liquid starting to leak out from her. I eagerly pushed my face in between her legs and started by licking up the little bit of lube she was spilling. The taste was better than I could have ever imagine, it was a mix of sweet candy, with a salty after taste that could satisfy all my cravings for flavour at once. “Ahhh!” My princess already gasped, despite the fact that I had barely started yet. I followed the trickle of her wetness further up into the little hole that was now pulsing in anticipation and becoming a darker pink as her blood rushed to that region. I slid my tongue into her slit and began with wave it around wanting to explore everything. I kept pushing in deeper and turned my head to the side to find my way even deeper in. “Nghhhhhh!” My princess moaned and started to breath heavily. She leaned forward and put her hooves around the back of my head, then tried to force me deeper in. There was not much deeper I could go, I seem to have reached the limit of how long my tongue could stretch and I found myself wishing I go deeper in and have the strength in my tongue to really lick around inside her canal even harder. Her walls clamped down on my muscle in pulses of tightness that often felt like they were going to crush it. But I had no cares in the world, I wouldn’t care if my tongue came off, I wanted to in her forever. “Grrrraaaahhhhh!” My princess screamed and growled at the same time. “If you fucking ever stop, I will kill you!” I had no objections, despite the fact that my mouth muscles were getting very tired from the most intense workout they had ever had. I kept going with all the strength I could. I brought myself up a bit higher and rubbed my nose along the upper part of her slit, looking for what I was sure would make my princess especially happy. I found the little nub and I started to nuzzle it harshly with my nose. That made her scream so loud it made my ears pop and I feared that even in this isolated estate her dad might hear her from hundred of miles away. My ears were now ringing from the pain and so I blocked one of her nostrils with the nub of her little clit and sniffed hard to try to get my ears to pop back. But then this sent my princess over the edge and she screamed even louder. “FUUUUCCCCKKKK! She cursed. With that, I felt a flood of her juice spray around my mouth, I quickly opened wide in the hope to get as much of it inside as I could. She must have kept spraying her climax at me for another ten good second as I quickly swallowed so I could make room for more. I got quite a lot of her warm delicious drink in once she had finished, I kept licking all around her now drenched nether regions for any other wetness I could find to thirstily gulp up. My princess was now panting heavily like she had just been in a marathon and her eyes were rolled in the back of her head. She was basking in the afterglow of her first orgasm. I grinned happily and I slowed down my licking to let her take it in, focusing on the cleaning the mess she had made all over her groin and on the couch below. “Wha… Wha… fuck was that?” She asked while gasping for air. “That was your orgasm, princess. It’s the same thing I try to make happen when I pull on my cock.” I answered happily. “T-that w-was… dear Celestia.” She said finding her feelings hard to describe. “I know princess, it feels very good.” I stated. After about another minute of her taking deep breaths and recovering from her experience, she finally looked back down at me now covered with her filly juice all over my face and dripping down my chin. She scowled at shouted at me with much more vulgar language than usual. “Well, I never said you could stop did I you fucking idiot!” “Oh sorry princess, you are right.” Then without any hesitation I dived right back in. My tongue was getting sore, but I didn’t care I was living my ultimate dream and wanted it to last forever. Did I say I wanted it to last forever? Maybe I should have thought about that wish before I made it because it had been 5 days now and it was now all I did and all she did. She absolutely could not get enough of having my mouth inside her. That first day she made me keep going the entire day and night and then it wasn’t until the next afternoon she finally asked me to stop. At this point my tongue was blistered and had no energy left in it. She had noticed that I was slowing down from the pain and the lack of food and sleep, but didn’t show the slightest bit of sympathy, she just wanted more and more orgasms, over and over again. The only reason she finally said stop was because she noticed that she was getting hungry and demanded me to make her a big meal to cure her hunger and then finally went to sleep and luckily for me, she let me sleep on the bed with her on the condition that I would sleep with my tongue still in ‘Where it belongs’ as she called it. After the sleep she would continue on her tradition of waking me up by stomping on my balls. The next couple of days this kept going on like clockwork and I had not even been allowed to have any water during all this time, the only drink I got came out of her orgasms and her excitement. The next time we stopped to take a break she demanded that I get my energy back up by eating my food that was still waiting for me in the dogbowl. But now it had actually given birth to a colony of maggots and made the entire kitchen smell absolutely horrible. I continued to insist that I still was not hungry, despite the pain in my stomach being unbearable. So she simply stated that if I did not do a good job at doing my duty, being licking her filly slit. That she was going to force it down my throat next time. So I tried my best to keep up my performance pushing through all the sharp pains from the ulcers forming all over the inside of my mouth. Eventually on the fifth afternoon since we had started this activity, she finally decided she had had enough for now, complaining that my rough, cracked and dry tongue had started to hurt her. So she said that only for her own benefit she was going to give me a day to rest and said that I could help myself to tap water, while she went and visited her friends. I felt thankful for the chance to rest and indeed did drink water for several hours straight, to the point that I felt bloated, but at least my stomach felt full. I stared sadly at the maggot infested dog food and thought that the only way in hell i’d eat it would be for her to force me to, but at least I had learned my lesson now, next time, ‘I will eat the dog food while it’s at least fresh’ I thought regretfully. I was in so much pain and I thought that the only way out would be to convince my princess to try something else that she would enjoy, so I could give my tongue a rest. Finally later that night I finally slept for the first time with my tongue inside my own mouth, on the floor of kitchen of course, because I was not allowed the luxury of comfort. Author's Note Image attribution. https://derpicdn.net/img/2017/1/31/1351683/large.png
