Subs and Sandwiches

It was time.

Misty Step had been looking forward to this for a long time, practically forever. This was the most important part of her day, and she was ready. Everything was prepared, and the only thing she was waiting on was her master’s arrival.

She had cast a spell to give herself fur, dark soothing grey, the same color as her chitin. Shapeshifting took concentration, but a spell could last for a set amount of time whether she focused on it or not. Her wings and horn also vanished with the spell, grounding her and leaving her ‘helpless’ for the few hours it would last. She wore her cuffs and her collar, just like a good little pet.

Misty had also reserved a little house for that morning, a temporary ‘home’ in the residential area of Pet Town. It looked exactly like every other house, in that it had a kitchen, a Master bedroom, a comfy cage, and a bathroom. The front door had a pet door, but pets don’t need their own doors when they’re going on walks!

It was time for her morning walk, and Misty couldn’t wait to go. She sat at attention as she watched the door, anxiously fidgeting. What was taking him so long? He didn’t forget, did he? Oh dear, what if he got lost? There wasn’t much a puppy like her could do about it if he had! What if-

Oh, oh boy, what was that sound? Misty ran in circles excitedly, using up her nervous energy by chasing her tail in a flurry of hoof- no, pawsteps. She caught it in her mouth and gave a muffled yip of victory before releasing it. Oh, she couldn’t wait until her owner arrived.

The sound of a squeaky door and hoofsteps announced the arrival of her friend and master, Shutter Speed, who was practically famous for being Clocktower’s radio host, was equally well-known as his sub nickname ‘Slutter Seed’... and was currently cursing to himself as he tried to untangle a cerberus leash. Misty laughed and trotted up to him, offering nuzzles as he fumbled with the ends held up in his magic.

“Hey, puppy. You ready to go?” He asked, finally undoing the last of the knots her leash had made. Misty barked, and wagged her tail eagerly. Oh boy, was she ready. She’d been looking forward to this all day!

“Alright, roll over!” He made a gesture with his hoof, but Misty didn’t see it. She had already thrown herself onto her back, her pawsies kicking in the air and her belly exposed.

Shutter leered down at her. “Aw, what do we have here? Is the little puppy that desperate to be leashed?” The puppy spread her legs and wagged her tail excitedly in response.

The leash looped through the ring in her collar, the three clips tracing down her barrel, towards her nethers. She panted up at him, meeting his gaze with adoration and trust. Shutter rubbed his hoof against her teats, and she whined softly, tensing against him.

Two of the three clips fastened around her nipples, and she squirmed at the pinching feeling. It stung a little, but it was worth it to see the flash of pride in her owner’s face. The third one hovered over her clit. “Are you ready to play, little bitch?”

Misty barked needily, her tail wagging as much as she could make it while on her back. He waved it teasingly in his magic, making her whine and squirm. What was he waiting for, he knew where that one went, didn’t he? She spread her legs as wide as she could, making him grin.

With a flourish, he finally clipped the final clamp of leash onto her clit. The puppy gasped and whimpered, arching her back against the ground and trying not to moan. Her owner gave a satisfied nod before tugging at the other end of the leash. It tightened and tugged her poor teats and clit, making her whine.

“Roll back over, pup, it’s time for our walk.” Shutter waited for her to flip back over before he opened the door and clicked his tongue. “Heel, doggie.”

Misty pranced up to him and sat at his side, staring out of the open door longingly. He patted her back approvingly before starting down the path towards the dog park. She walked alongside him, watching all the other pets go about their day.

Pegasus-birds circled the sky, diving down wherever their owners scattered birdseed, twittering happily. Some flocked to the pony-sized birdbaths, splashing each other without a care. A loud cacophony of tweeting came from the aviary; it was probably feeding time for those lucky pets. Misty wished she could chase them, but every time she wandered from Shutter’s side he tugged the leash firmly to bring her back. She gave a bashful whine every time and returned to her owner.

A crowd was forming in front of the pet shop. Misty nudged her owner, and he slowed down so they could get a closer look. Oooh, was that a bunny? Misty barked at the sub, who squeaked and cowered in the back of her cage. The other pet’s nose twitched, and Misty winked before returning to Shutter. Bunnies were cute, but puppies were clearly better, since puppies get walks!

They arrived at the entrance to the dog park, a large enclosed area in the middle of Pet Town. Pets were everywhere! Dogs were playing fetch with their owners, cats were scratching at posts with their soft hoof-paws, and birds sat perched on top of the branches of reinforced trees scattered around the park. The trees themselves glowed a soft green that lit up the park in the places the warm lamplight couldn’t reach. Benches were spread around the edges for owners to sit on, and a fountain sparkled in the center of the park with fresh clean water for thirsty little pets to drink. A few bowls were set aside next to it, for pets who were thirsty for cum or a Clocktail instead.

With a flourish of magic, Shutter unclipped Misty’s leash. “Alright, want to play fetch?” He picked up a nearby ball and waved it in Misty’s face. She barked excitedly, spinning around and around in a frenzy. Oh boy, did she ever!

He flung the ball a little ways away and off she went to bring it back. She pounced on it, making the rubber squeak, before grasping it firmly in her mouth and trotting back, looking far too pleased with herself. She dropped it at his hooves and stepped back, waiting for him to throw it again. Shutter held it in his hoof and pretended to throw it again, holding it in the air in his magic. Misty barked and raced away, looking for a ball that wasn’t there. Where was it? Oh, her owner had it! She ran back to Shutter, barking happily.

He threw it again, up higher this time. She scampered underneath it before jumping up, snapping at it and missing. With a huff, Misty trotted after it and picked it back up. She used to be better at fetch; perhaps she was out of practice. She turned back to her owner, but was surprised to see him talking to other ponies! She whined and nudged him, dropping the ball at his hooves. Shutter looked down and patted her head gently.

“These ponies want to know how my last broadcast went. Do you mind playing with the other puppies in the park while I talk? I shouldn’t be too long, and then we can play fetch, and maybe I’ll even give you a treat! How does that sound?” He looked her in the eyes, slightly concerned. Misty knew he’d tell the other ponies that he couldn’t chat if she wanted him to, but she didn’t mind. She nodded and picked up the ball, trotting a little ways away before looking back mischievously.

Shutter looked relieved and turned to talk to the other ponies. Good, now she could hide the ball somewhere and he wouldn’t find it. That would be fun! Misty grinned around the rubber ball as she pranced off through the trees. Being a bratty pet was wonderful, especially when she could cause good-natured trouble. Now, where to hide that ball?

Misty looked around for the perfect hiding spot. She’d dig a hole if she didn’t find one already dug! She wandered towards the fence and set the ball down to sniff at one of the posts. Yup. Smells like other puppies have rubbed against it to ‘claim’ it as their territory. She turned around to do the same when she saw it.

There was a hole in the fence, a few paces from her. Some mischievous dogs had dug underneath it, making it easily big enough for her to scoot underneath it. She grinned, nudging the ball away. Oh, this idea was much better. Why not have a bit of fun and explore Pet Town on her own for a little? She was sure she’d find her way back. She pressed her belly to the ground and squirmed underneath the gap. Onward to adventure!

Her first stop was the cafe, The Coffee Pup. She wagged her tail at the pets sitting at the feet of their owners, a few of them leashed to a post outside. One of the pets meowed back before lying down to lap at her pet bowl. Misty couldn’t tell if it was cream or ‘cream’ that filled it. She was about to wander over to the pet bathing building when she heard a shout.

Misty turned around to find two stallions running towards her. One of them held up a net, and the other talked into a walkie-talkie. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, but she knew he was calling in reinforcements. The pet catchers were after her! Oh no, why had she run away from Shutter? She was frozen with shock, her mind demanding that her paws move, but they only trembled.

The pet catchers, she remembered, wouldn’t hesitate to drag her to the pound. She had been captured by them before, and she shuddered as she remembered their hooves, all too eager to check her coat for fleas, and checking her most sensitive parts extra-well. She whimpered as she remembered when they put a vibrator in her to “monitor” her (if she left the cage, it would buzz harder and harder until she made a sound, alerting the nearest pet catcher to her location) and left her to howl and moan with the other caged pets.

Her moment of erotic terror was broken by the sound of loud meowing. Turning, she spotted the cat, mewling, waving for her to run. Misty jumped to her hooves and raced between two buildings. She scurried past some shops that sold everything from brushes to pet bowls.

One building advertized a new kind of leash that would not only tug on the teats and clit, but also push a dildo further into the pet. Misty blushed as she raced past it. Hopefully, Shutter wouldn’t see that ad, that sounded too temptingly wonderful to bear.

She ran until she was panting and had to slow down to catch her breath. She walked behind one Mistress with three puppies, trailing behind them as they wagged their tails with pride. Misty couldn’t hear the pet catchers anymore, which concerned her. Were they setting a trap? Petiquette stated that she was fair game, since she wasn’t currently with an owner, or wearing a leash, or sitting in a box. Did somepony call them off? The only pony who would do that was-

With that, she tripped over Shutter’s outstretched hoof, and landed flat on her chest.

“Somepuppy’s been a naughty pet, and has caused all sorts of trouble, hasn’t she?” Shutter glared down at Misty as she whimpered. So much for returning without him noticing. Without any ceremony, he strung the leash through her collar and roughly placed the clamps on her nipples and clit. She whimpered and bowed her head, trying not to moan and get into more trouble.

“Yes, that’s right, you know you’re in trouble. Naughty pets get punished, you know.” He yanked on the leash and trotted back towards the homes.

Misty whined, her tail between her legs. She had been a bad doggie, since only bad dogs run away. She wondered what her owner would do to her.

Shutter petted her firmly as they walked back, passing by the pet shop. A ‘sold’ sign was in the window where the bunny used to be, and Misty felt happy that she had a home now. “You’ve been a bad girl, running away like that. You had me worried sick! I didn’t want to lose you here, but luckily the pet catchers found you. I don't know what I'd do if you were lost for good!”

Misty nuzzled him gently and he laughed. “No, no, that doesn't mean you won't be punished, pet. You did earn it, after all.”

She didn’t have to worry about her punishment for too long. Soon enough they trotted up the path to the house. He led her over to a doghouse, painted an earthy brown. It looked like any ordinary doghouse, if it weren’t for the clips on the doghouse’s roof, two on each side. Misty gulped, thankful that the roof’s top edge was slightly dulled, and had a slightly-padded ridge.

It was Pet Town’s version of a wooden horse, with supports at the clips designed to attach to a pet’s hoof cuffs. It would ensure the pet’s safety as they lay there in discomfort, exposed for everypony else to see.

“Now, do you want a bone?” asked Shutter, his horn lighting up. Misty barked and nodded desperately. Oh yes, she wanted his bone, very much! She spun in a circle before sitting like a good dog in front of him. She’d do anything for that!

Shutter laughed. “It’s a pity, then, that you were so naughty today. Only good pets get treats. Bad pets get punishment. And you are in the doghouse. Or, well, on it. Test your bell, pet.”

Misty nodded, then focused for a moment before her silver bell rang once. As soon as that happened, she felt herself being levitated up and onto the dog house, straddling it. She struggled against his magic, but it didn’t give. She felt helpless, weak, just like a pet, an animal. And she loved it. She loved all control being taken away. Pets didn’t need to think, they didn’t need to move, they only needed to obey their owners.

Her front hooves were clipped first, up towards the top of the doghouse, forcing her in a sitting position. Her pussy pressed against the edge of the doghouse, her weight pushing it down. She blushed as she felt it growing damp between her folds. Her hind legs were clipped next, one on either side, to keep her stable.

She whimpered, but Shutter wasn’t done yet. “Mouth open, pet.” With a smirk, he produced a toy from inside the doghouse, a purple and pink bone chew-toy-gag. She whined as he secured it around her head. It squeaked as she bit down, and she squirmed against her restraints. While not downright painful, it was certainly uncomfortable, and the worst part was that it was easily in view of one of the main paths, so many ponies would be certain to see the naughty pet and hear her squeaky toy-gag.

Then, Shutter reached his hoof into the doghouse, fumbling with something. With a buzz, the padded ridge she was sitting on began vibrating. Misty moaned into her toy gag, and tried to pull away from the vibrating top of the rooftop, but the clips kept her firmly pressed against it.

Shutter ruffled his pet’s mane, pleased with his work. “Thanks to you, I missed breakfast, so I’m off to the cafe to get some. I should only be a few hours, so get comfortable. Perhaps when I get back, I’ll let you down, if you’re good.” He walked off down the path, pausing whenever he passed someone and pointing at her. It was going to be a long few hours.

Ghost Phase bit her lip, her blush prominent against her white fur.. “He did let you down, though, right?” she squeaked, one hoof firmly planted between her thighs.

Misty Step smirked and leaned back in the booth. “What do you think? Let’s just say that he won’t be able to sit down for a week next time I’m in charge of him. Anyways, hope that helps, Sandy, because I think I riled up poor Ghostie.” Ghost gasped and hid her face behind her free hoof.

Rustling through her hastily scrawled notes, Sandy nodded. “I think that works nicely. Ghost seems too flustered to tell her story, though.” She thought for a moment, then gasped and rushed out of the sandwich shop.

Misty shrugged before flopping over, sprawling onto the empty spot Sandy had left. “So Ghostie, need some help with that?” Ghost shook her head fervently, blushing harder.

A minute later, Sandy re-entered, grinning triumphantly. “So, you mentioned the Coffee Pup, and I thought, what if Glossy Print went there instead of here? So I sent her a message with my Pipsub, and she says she’ll be right-”

“Ohmygosh I’m so sorry I’m late I had to get the pictures to the editor to see what he had to say and thankfully he liked them but that made me mix up where we were meeting and, well… I’m sorry. What did I miss?” Glossy Print chirped before remembering that breathing was a good idea. She scooted next to Ghost and pulled out a brush to fix her green fur and bright pink mane.

Ghost brushed her own mane out of her face and managed to squeak “Misty’s teasing me!” before hiding herself back behind her mane. Misty laughed, and sat up to let Sandy sit down.

“Darn right I am! So, since you’re here, Print, mind telling us about your favorite Clocktower memory?” The changeling grinned at the earth pony, who put away her brush and snuggled close to Ghost.

“Well, alright. This was a few days ago, and I thought I had finally gotten my photos perfectly right…”