Slave to Sex

Chapter

2
New Owner

The blue mare woke with a yawn. Another nap had come to claim her while the boredom of the trip racked her mind. Light filtered into the wagon’s interior and the smell of grass and trees wafted in through the cracks, making her mouth water at the fresh taste she’d remembered from some time ago when she’d been walked outside like a good puppy for her mistress; it was better than the urine and feces she’d been standing in for too long now.

She couldn't wait to hear her new master now though, she wanted to play; to jump, hop, perhaps wrestle for fun.

The world lurched suddenly as a roar sound came from outside. A loud thump against the roof was what she heard, then she was sent free-falling through the air for a second of sheer terror as her mind and body woke from lingering coziness, only to register pain across itself. She didn’t whine or cry, not with the leash on, but she did breath heavily as she tried to turn the pain into pleasurable thoughts and feelings.

She ached to have a cock inside her, as the driver hadn’t done anything since she’d left and it’d been too long, more days than she could care for, all her thoughts were on orgasming and the sorrow that she couldn’t even pleasure herself while leashed, so she waited.

She lay there for untold time, still bridled and leashed to a broken bar hanging out of the floor, which was now almost above her. With a clack, a latch was undone and the door opened. She was blinded and grimaced by the brightest light she’d seen while in a long time, she recognized sunlight bathing her in its warmth and it warmed her heart, even through pained shut eyes.

A shadow broke her blessed bath of light and her heart sank. A pony was scrambling in and before too long unhooker her leash and had her head in his arms. She cocked her head slightly to see her new master and the urge to recoil almost won her training as she saw a beak. The beak of a gryphon. She smiled faintly to her new master as he lifted her and took her from the wagon with a mighty flap of his wings, landing outside and laying her in the grass.

Her ears perked for a second and her eyes wandered as she spotted trees around them and the scent of fresh grass tickled her nose. The sound of wind rustled leaves in trees made her slightly happy, though she’d never show it while leashed.

She glanced behind her and saw her master returning to the wagon’s driver. She saw her master look the pony pulling the cart over and shake his head as he took his talons from the drivers side. When her master looked back she snapped her head forward again and lay down as a good trained filly should. She listened as steps approached her.

“Ich glaub mich knutscht ein elch, what have they done to you? To their own kind?” she heard a male voice for certain say with an accent and words she didn’t understand. “What do I do now? I was supposed to get money for this robbery, not a…” he stopped and placed a hand on her, recoiling as she flinched from his touch. “Gerund, what do I do? What the scheisse do I do?!” he asked no one loudly.

“Damnit. Mare, do you have,” his breath hitched, “mein Gott, your wings,” he muttered in shock. He looked her over and noticed the damage across her body, most hidden beneath her fur. Her partly featherless wings were eye catching now that he noticed them. Her trembling breathing didn’t help him think any more that her injuries did. “Fräulein, do you have a name?”

She lay still like a tired old dog, resting her chin on the ground between her forelegs.

His head tilted slightly as a silly thought entered his mind. “You act like a dog? Roll over.” Without hesitation she lay on her side and rolled to her back, curling her hind legs to her body and dropping her tail to the ground, exposing herself to him. He winced and turned his head. “Euck, stop that! Roll over or something.”

She did as she was told and rolled to her belly, returning her forelegs in front of her and lying down.

“What am I to do? What’ve you given me? Is this a trick, a test, punishment?” he asked looking to the sky. Moments of silence passed and then he growled in frustration at his options. She flinched again, her hind quarters trembling. “Okay pony, come,” he gestured toward himself.

She lifted her rump and he saw her forehooves slide under her body. Her tail moved aside and he got a glance as she began to rub herself. “Mein Gott almighty! Mare, stop that! What is wrong with y-” his word stuck in his throat as she quickly returned to her lying posture quickly, trembling across her body now.

“What did they do to you,” he whispered looking at the leash. He picked it up in his claws and when it gently tugged her collar she stood and turned to him. She moved to his side and he cawed in shock as her forehoof brushed against his sheathed member. When he moved she quickly turned and fell to her chest with a thump and reached her forelegs back the sides of her body, using her hooves she pulled her flanks, exposing her pink inner flesh to him.

He instinctively glanced at the offering before he averted his eyes. “Stand, mare.”

She stood, turned toward him, keeping her eyes on the grass they stood on. “Look at me. Do you have a name?”

Only her eyes moved to see him for an instant before returning to the ground, yet she stayed silent. He leaned forward and placed a hand on her chin, pulled lightly with his talons and looked into her mouth. With a slight tug her jaw relaxed and he looked into her mouth to her throat, teeth, and noticed they were well cared for. He leaned back closing her mouth as he walked to her side and lifted her left foreleg.

He exhaled loudly as he took in the marks under her coat and continued his way around her, including inspecting under her tail. She stood stock still slouching but aiding him as he inspected her. Her hooves were cared for, her coat was well enough, she had fresh patches across her body tinted red from an obvious fight, and he noticed several bruises, two bite marks from another pony, and a hoof imprint on her rump. He shook his head and stood, cursing the ponies that would do this.

He began to walk backwards holding the leash and she walked with him. In a large circle, straight line, even trotted beside him as he walked briskly. He stopped and looked at her slightly more relaxed posture. “They broke you… how could anypony do this to any living creature, much less their own kind?”

He looked back to the dead driver and felt the urge to slice him open and throw his gutted corpse off a cliff, and if there was one nearby he might have at least done that part. “Get the gold from the vagon, get to town, get food and supplies. That vas supposed to be it, now vhat?”

He turned back to the road and led her beside him by the leash. She trotted lethargically and with a slight limp, but it didn’t seem to bother her so he kept going for what must have been the longest walk she’d ever been on outside. She wouldn’t show it but she loved the feeling of rocks massaging her hooves, the smell of grasses she wanted to taste so badly, and the sun warming her coat.

Nature’s call was beginning to pain her but through exhaustive training she held it in, not making a vocal noise as she lost control several times during their journey.

He sniffed and slowed, looking back. He looked her over and the obvious sign she had to go, then at the sky in exasperation. “Not that too,” he placed a hand to his beak and closed his eyes. “Fine, but I’m not wiping you. You’re on your own for that.” He led her off the road into the treeline and turned away. “Relieve yourself.”

The sounds her body made as she let loose a day’s worth of waste made his stomach turn. When she was finally done nearly two minutes later she stood still, waiting. He moved forward, leash in hand before gasping for breath. “That was impressive for such a small mare. I’d love to ask how long you’d been holding that in but I don’t wanna know, even if you could tell me. So how do you clean up?”

He regretted asking as she sat and scooted three times on the ground, standing with a shake of her body. “If you do that in my home, I’ll be very upset,” he said sternly.

He led the silent mare back to the road and they continued on. “You know, this’d be so much easier if I could just fly, but I’m not gonna carry a pony around, not even you,” he smiled and looked at her, hoping for a reaction. She kept looking at the dirt road. “Did you hear the joke about the top pony that couldn’t swim? She’s still at the bottom.”

He looked her over and didn’t see any change. “Don’t know any good jokes yourself, do you?”

She followed in silence.

“You know, I’d carry you, but I don’t want you to freak out and fall. That means we’ve got a few hours walk ahead of us. Up a couple hills, too. I’m staying in a cave in a cliff overlooking a lake and forest. It’s not much, but it’s home. The nearby town of Colton isn’t the most reputable town, so the fact some travelers are robbed is often overlooked.

“Well, sometimes. There’s most often standard trade as well, bits for food and goods. The town shops know me and that I get bits by less than honorable means, but they know I’d never kill a pony so I’m not worried about the dead one back there. I just skimmed over him to see if he was a fighter and he fell over landing on his own head.

“Who falls and uses their head to break the fall? That guy, that’s who,” he chuckled and they continued on for a few hours with him leading the mare toward his home on the road with the last hour across countryside. They reached the cliff wall with a lake nearly a mile away. “I’m going to pick you up, please don’t panic or move until I put you down,” he asked pleadingly. He placed his arms under her body and carefully picked her up as he opened and flapped his wings. She flinched and trembled as he lifted her up higher than she’d ever been and into a cave opening.

Just large enough for them to fit, he landed inside and placed her down, muttering a curse as his last flap had sent a gust through his home. Loose papers, dirt, dust, and knickknacks were affected for the few seconds it lasted. With two claps candles across the cave sparked to life showing a single room nearly the size of the first floor of a small house.

“Enchanted candles, I had to get them,” he bragged until he looked behind him and the sullen mare. “You know, I could just take you to town, let them deal with you,” he lay in front of her, “but they’d just use you as you were trained, passing you around for fun. And you wouldn’t stop them, would you?” he asked. I’ll be right back, I left my loot just outside. It vould be a waste to lose what little I got for forgetfulness, ja?

He turned and fell from the opening, leaving her alone in a dreary cave, unknowing of what was going to happen next. A sound tickled her ears and she turned in time to see him land just behind her. He dropped saddlebags she hadn’t seen him with and motioned for her to go further in. She walked into the room and to a deer skin rug on the floor. She lay on her belly and swished her tail, hoping it was going to be a pet play.
“Let’s get this collar off you,” he said reaching his right hand to her. Her eyes widened and she jerked back from his hand. “Oi,” he stated pulling his arm farther back and under his body, hiding it with his down. “Okay, the collar stays, I get it. How about the leash, can I take that off?” she relaxed and looked up, exposing the clip.

“Now, you’re not gonna bite me, are you?” he joked as he gripped the snap in his talons and moved the lever, lifted the clip gently, and moved his arm back, the ring quietly clinking when it was freed. “See, no more leash. Better?”

She shook her head, sending her short mane tossing and gave him a smile. She whimpered and pawed at the loop of the leash and once it got close enough she playfully bit it and took to her hooves tugging it. He tugged back and for a moment they played tug of war. He liked to see her so alive finally so he let her win.

As she rolled with the leash, wrapping herself twice with it as she bit at the loop just out of her reach, he moved to his desk and grabbed a loose stack of papers that had become disorganized. Stacking it again, he began going around the room and fixing what he could from his gust as she played.

Finally done organizing, he climbed onto his bed and sighed. “What can I do vith you?” he asked her. She sat up attentively and stood, trotted to him and sniffed his feathers while raising a hoof to his underbelly. “No! None of that. Gott, vhat do I have to do to stop you from this sex obsession? I order you to not be broken anymore,” she cocked her head curiously. “No sex. No mating. No touching my privates.”

Her ears drooped and she pouted, whining as she began to turn her rump to him again. He placed his hand on her side and pushed her down. “Sit.”

She stayed sitting, looking at him, waiting for a command he didn’t know or want to guess.

“Can you speak?” She frowned to herself and then shook her head. “If you can understand then you can speak. What’s your name? Tell me.”

She leaned her head forward and opened her mouth speaking quickly. “Cock Sleeve. Cum Dumpster. Cum Rag. Pussy Licker. Seed Swallower. Bitch. Useless wh-” she mumbled into her mouth as he held her muzzle closed gently with his talons and stared at her wide eyed. She stopped speaking and exhaled through her nose.

“There are no words that I know to tell you how sorry I am for you,” he offered. “I’m going to do something my kind don’t do often, but you deserve it.”

He climbed from the bed and embraced her tightly. She sat still, stiff, unmoving for a few seconds then allowed herself to move her face into his soft feathers. Once there she inhaled his scent and relaxed slightly, her face escaping into the air where she sighed happily. It was like a warm pillow on a cold night. When he began to let her go she whimpered until he embraced her again.

He held her close until he began to feel extremely uncomfortable and moved away, her head followed him as far as she could without getting up from the spot she sat. “You don’t get much affection either, do you?” he said more to himself as he looked at his fingers and claws. “Well,” he clasped them together with a forced smile, “I refuse to call you any of the names you gave me. You’re young, blue with a white mane. Traditional looking for a pegasus in my humble opinion.

“Cutie mark is small clouds, big surprise. How about… Blue Cloudy Pony?”

She didn’t respond.

“Nein? How about just Blue. I think that works well enough and ponies can change their names villy nilly, so you’ve got that going for you, too. I’m hungry, are you hungry?” he asked. She opened her mouth and lowered her body into a position he recognized too well. “No, no sex. No cum, no swallowing, just food. Do you eat food?”

She sat up tall and placed her forelegs to her chest like a pleading dog. She offered a woof and he rolled his eyes. “Okay, now,” he walked past her and she turned her upper body to follow him, “I know ponies don’t really eat meat, so if I hunt it’ll be for me. But I do have some emergency rations I got for the stormy months ahead that you can have.”

He opened a chest and dug into it. Clattering and clanging gave way to a victorious cheer to himself as he lifted a rectangular box and placed it on the cave floor. “These are supposed to be amazing, but I can’t eat hay or the like. I got swindled by a traveling salespony pretty good. Here, try one,” he was about to toss her one then stopped to open and unwrap the meal bar inside. “We won’t have you choking, shall we?”

He tossed it and it landed beside her, she knelt to get it but couldn’t reach. “Blue, relax and eat.”

She moved from the spot and curled around her small meal on the floor. She looked to him one more time and at his approving nod she sniffed the food, then took a bite. She chewed for a moment and swallowed, looking to him again.

“Scheisse, just eat the whole thing,” he said with as large a smile his beak would allow, encouraging her.

She began to eat, bite by bite with quiet moans of pleasure until it was gone and she’d licked the ground it was on. She looked back to the box, not himself he noticed. He took another bar and waved it in the air above him and repressed a chuckle when her eyes and head followed it. “Never thought I’d have a dog,” he joked as he opened and unwrapped the next bar, tossing it to her.

She scooped it to her with her damaged wings and began to eat freely again while he got up and moved to the cave opening. “Stay here and don’t touch anything. I’ll be right back with a full belly myself,” he turned to leave and stopped. “You’re allowed to lay on my bed if you want,” he said turning back out and taking off, leaving her alone in the cave.

She looked at the desk, drawing papers and pens, a bed barely big enough for her master and her to fuck on, and several chests and boxes against the walls. She sniffed the air and looked around again taking notice of no sex toys, implements of bondage, whips, crops, or even scents of sex or cum.

She didn’t know what her new master was in to, but it was something very different than she’d ever been a part of before. At least so far. She took advantage of the moment and climbed into bed. It was soft and comfortable and for the moment all hers; and she was going to enjoy it. She rolled to her back and then to her belly, a smile crossed her face as she giggled and stood, starting to jump on the fluffy mattress.

She giggled and fell to her side, relaxing in her moment of certain loneliness. No sex, masters, cages, leashes, pain. Just her, a belly full of actual food, and the dull wonder of what her master would do to her if he found she was jumping on his bed. She looked at the mattress and shrugged. The bed was already messy, without sheets and one large pillow and blanket jumbled up.

She noticed feathers scattered from a molt around the bed, a smelly bucket covered with a cloth against the wall she recognized all too well. Perhaps her master was a role player, a slob fantasy. She could work with it, she figured, when the time came.

The sound of heavy flapping tickled her ears and before she could react he landed inside the cave, wings closed and with a wet head. “Washed in the lake quick, don’t ask why. Supper was early tonight but there’s plenty to do. Uhm, I guess I can teach you to play cards,” he suggested going to a trunk and opening it, rifling, then pulling a deck of cards out. “I’ve also got board games and trivia, but don’t tell anyone I’ve got those or I’ll deny it,” he said closing the trunk and returning to her.

The bed was low enough with the frame that he didn’t have to reach in any uncomfortable way so he lay on his belly and showed her the deck. “Cards,” he opened it and shook them loose into his palm, “can you say cards?”

She tilted her head and looked between the deck and his eyes.

“Say cards, Blue. You can do it.” She gulped and painfully slowly opened her mouth to rush the word ‘curds’ out. He laughed loudly. “No, but close. Slower, cards,” he enunciated.

She repeated the word and he nodded. Card by card he named each one off having her repeat them, twice.

“Okay, first game’s called ‘Gryphon at the door.’ To play we both have four cards and…” he looked at her hooves and sighed. “Okay, can’t play that with hooves. How about highest card wins?”

They played various card games for longer than he’d thought they would and after a few turns she’d actually begun to smile and show signs of enjoyment as her expression relaxed and her wings, awful to look at as they were, opened more and more as she won and lost. The chance to play ‘just because’ was extremely rare and she took advantage of it.

She thought back to a few stallmates ago, a mare of course, that had played a knocking game with her until they were discouraged from making such noises. The mare was kind and even though she sprayed marecum without warning across her face and made her choke, she still liked the mare and hoped to see her again someday, hopefully outside the arena.

She’d enjoyed that knocking game though, but not nearly as much as the current game. She didn’t even take notice as he yawned and began to slow down as she enthusiastically clapped a hoof onto the card and pulled it back with a giggle just as nature called again, but she knew to ignore it and hold it for hours. Some masters liked that sort of thing, even though it was kind of gross to her.

She whined when he stopped playing, stood and stretched. “I’ve gotta use the bushes, do you? Ugh, of course you don’t understand. Do you have to relieve yourself?” he asked.

She nodded and this time he turned and sat, leaning forward. She looked under herself and then to his tail, then into his eyes. She pointed to her teats and then to his tail making a humping motion and he blushed. “No! Naughty pony. You’re not going to, I mean I’m not… Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it’s not my… Look, climb on my back so I can get us down there. I’ll be damned if you’re gonna pee on my floor,” he scolded her.

A spark of understanding shown in her eyes and she climbed onto him. He gripped her forelegs with his front hands and walked to the edge, took a leap, opened his wings, and glided them out. Over the lake and into long grass she bit at as they stopped. He moved several paces from where she snacked and began to relieve himself while she did the same, snacking still. “C’mon, let’s get home,” he said a few minutes after they were done and she was content from her snack.

He knelt and she climbed onto his back, taking several stalks of grass with her as they took off. He felt her laugh silently as he flew up and realized she had probably never actually flown. Gripping her forelegs tighter he spun in a corkscrew and performed a loop, ending with them hovering. He looked back and snorted a laugh at the dumbfounded expression she wore. The grass she’d taken was still falling to the earth below and she was genuinely grinning a second later, tugging back in his grip with needy grunts.

“Like that, did you? Well, I’m out of practice, but a few more wouldn’t hurt. But then it’s off to home, alright?”

She didn’t acknowledge him as she tugged. He flapped and began to carry them higher and higher into the sky until they passed a cloud, then he arced over backwards and they freefell. Terminal velocity was what broke her and made her squeal in happiness that didn’t stop when he banked softly and came around, skimming the lake before taking off again, returning to his home.

She openly laughed until her hooves were released from his grip. She quieted and slid off him, pouting.

“Don’t give me that, I’m not a stunt flier or acrobat. Plus, I’m tired, so let’s get some sleep and we’ll see about what to do tomorrow.”

He climbed onto his bed and covered himself with a blanket, taking the soft bed for granted as she stood and dipped her head. He looked behind himself and at the standing mare, rolled his eyes, and opened his covers. “Come and lay with me, I can use the warmth. It’s going to get cold soon.”

She lifted her head and sighed, swishing her tail as she walked and then climbed into bed with him. She lifted her leg and scooted back until her rump pressed against his underbelly. His response was to push her from his body and close her legs. “Sleep,” he grumbled as he forced the blankets from his body and pressed it between their mating regions.

She lay there for nearly half and hour, still and waiting, unknowing at first that he had actually fallen asleep without fucking her. She sat up quietly and looked at him curiously. “Master?” she asked. She poked his beak with her muzzle. “Master?”

He snorted and opened his eyes just enough to see her. “Huh? Wha?”

“Master, fuck Cock Sleeve! Bad filly, need cum.”

He groaned. “No, Gerald sleep. Blue sleep. You are Blue, and I am not Master, I am,” he yawned. “I am Gerald,” he muttered, “call me Gerald, sleep.” Before she could ask to be fucked again he was asleep and she merely watched him, blinking at him before she lay down and nuzzled their large shared pillow.

This was certainly the most odd master she’d ever had, but when he was ready she’d please him and he’d be happy. A slight tingle began under her tail that she couldn’t ignore after a few minutes as it grew. She slipped her hoof down her underbelly and to her pussy for a couple minutes until she curled and restrained a whinney inside her closed mouth as she came, blushing deeply as she realized she’d just messed his bed with her cum.

She wiped her hoof on his feathered chest as an offering and lay down trembling from her orgasm, quickly beginning to fall asleep, exhausted from such a harrowing day. She cooed when his arm draped over her and pulled her closer to him. She sighed and reveled in the affection, even if she didn’t believe it was to last.