A Tempestuous state of affairs

A beautiful woman with bright red hair, sparkling green eyes, and ivory skin marked only by a constellation of freckles rode me with slow sensual movements. She was flawless - embonpoint and with long silky hair and an unshaven crotch of equally red hair. I reached up to caress her full breasts with one hand, while gripping her wide hip and soft butt with the other. She smiled lustily down at me while her pussy squeezed my member. Before too long I reached my peak, and with ragged breaths and small jerks I fired off into her. As I did, she laughed a familiar laugh.

My eyes snapped open to see Tempest staring down at me with a strange mix of lust and mirth.

'Ah, good to see that the rest of you is awake now too! I woke up and saw your monkey dick ready and willing, so I obliged it. Sadly you missed out on the fun part.'

She pulled off me, leaking a little and got off the bed.

'Normally I'd insist we go again, but I have a busy day today. I'm going to take a bath, go make me breakfast – you know what I like.'

'Yes mistress.' I replied meekly and headed for the kitchen

I put two eggs in a frying pan on a medium heat, took a handful of parsley and cut a few slices of tofu. Next, I put two thick slices of rye bread in the toaster before taking a large orange from the fruit bowl. I cut it in half and then put them in the juicer to fill a tall glass with fresh orange juice. Once the toast was popped, I buttered each slice sparingly (Tempest hated too much butter) laid a slice of tofu on, then an egg before topping it off with a sprinkle of parsley and a light dusting of salt and pepper. I had just put her plate on the table when she entered the dining room.

'Right on time, I'm impressed! You're actually rather impressive, I have to admit. We mated so much last night, and yet you managed an impressive amount this morning AND you make an excellent cook. Remind me to thank Her Divinity properly soon, won't you?'

'Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.' I replied.

'Good monkey. Now get your own breakfast, and make it a good one.'

I made myself a part English breakfast with bacon, hash browns and baked beans on the same rye bread.

'Finished?' she said once I laid down my knife and fork

'Good, let's go, I have training today.'

'Can I not have a shower first?'

'Oh no, I want you to walk around with my scent all over you. I want no mistakes about who owns you and that wonderful set of cock and balls. Now stop arguing and get moving, or I'll put you back in the cage.'

With a resigned sigh, I followed her out the door. Just as she had intended Ponies noticed. Mares eyed me enviously once they got a whiff, and Stallions too, though of course it was because they wished they were the one fucking Tempest.

That morning I had to help her as she went through her exercise routine at the castle gym.

First she went for a mile jog on the treadmill, then she moved to the leg press. As she started on her first set, I marvelled at the strength in her hind legs as she effortlessly lifted a thick stack of weights. Also at the way her exercise shorts clung to the contours of her body.

'Water! Three – no, four more weights!' she barked once she finished

I handed her water bottle to her and bent down to add the extra weights.

By the end of the fifth rep, she was beginning to tire, her fur was taking on a bright sheen from her sweat too.

'Come on Mistress, just one more!' I heard myself say encouragingly

With a surprisingly cute grunt, she managed to complete the rep.

She allowed herself only a brief rest before moving on to the bench press.

'Since you did such a great job supporting me back there, you can spot me. You do know what that is, don't you?'

'Of course Mistress.'

'Good! I'm aiming for three sets of fifteen but four would be better'

She began her set, placing her fore-hooves into the special grips and un-racking the barbell.

Soon she had completed her goal, and was at the point where she should either be moving on or starting the fourth set.

'Mistress, are you going to do a fourth set?'

She looked up at me and a vacant expression flitted across her face.

'No, I think I'll stop here for the day.' came the reply

She wiped down the bench with her towel before tossing it to me. It was heavy with her sweat, and I felt a hot flush of arousal course through my body at the scent of it.

'Carry my bag slave!'

I followed at a respectful distance as she headed for the showers. Once we reached the entrance, I stopped and waited with my back to the wall.

'What are you doing? Did I tell you to stop?' she asked impatiently

'But mistress, this is the Mares shower block.' I replied

'So? You are not a Stallion, you are my slave. Bringing you in here is no different than bringing in that gym bag. Get in here – now.'

With a resigned sigh, I followed her into the showers.

'Hurry up and help me out of these shorts.' she snapped impatiently

I knelt down and peeled off her shorts, releasing another wave of pleasure inside me and a rush of blood to my traitorous member.

'Excellent, now hang my bag up.'

I turned and put the strap of her gym bag over one of the hooks along the wall. No sooner had I done so, I felt my legs get swept out from under me, and she had pined me onto my back in one smooth movement.

'Mistress, what are y-?' I asked, looking up at her

She silenced me with a kiss that included a lot of tongue.

'Shut up and do as I say!' she said once she'd stopped kissing me

'You deliberately pushed that monkey dick of yours in my face back there didn't you? Were you trying to rile me up? To put me off my exercise?'

'I-'

'Be quiet! Whatever the case, it worked, and now, now you're going to have to deal with it!'

'But!'

She silenced me by planting her hindquarters squarely over my mouth. My world was reduced to the sweet aroma of her pussy mixed with her sweat and the sensation of her muscular thighs.

'Now eat!' she growled

Seeing no other alternative, I began pleasuring her as best I could.

'Ah, yes, that's good, you're learning fast!' she moaned as I swirled my tongue around her clit

For the next few minutes, my sole focus became giving her the best cunnilingus I could – I did not have to wait long. Soon I felt those imposing thighs begin to tremble, and I heard her breath catch as I lapped up her sweet nectar. Knowing that she was about to cum, I redoubled my efforts. I was instantly rewarded by her thighs squeezing my head and her pussy splashing warm fluid over my face, nearly drowning me as she screamed her way through her orgasm.

She rolled off me with a contented sigh, and stood up

'That was excellent slave, I feel totally refreshed! You may leave now, I can shower without your help.

'Mistress I...'

'What?' she glanced down at my groin

'Oh, you liked being pressed into the floor and forced to lick my pony pussy did you?'

At her salacious words, my dick twitched, growing harder

'I'll take that as a yes. But, what would people say if they saw your hot monkey seed dripping from my tight mare cunt? Would you have me be embarrassed in public?'

'You could – you know?' I replied

'I could what? Say clearly what you mean.'

'You could suck me off instead of having sex.'

'And let you waste your seed inside my mouth? I think not! But, it would be a waste of a good erection, and I am supposed to be trying for a foal. Quickly, follow me into the shower!'

I hasted to obey her command.

No sooner had she turned the shower on, than she had flagged her tail and given me a look that all too clearly said that she did not want to be kept waiting.

I hardly needed any more invitation than that, so I grabbed her hips, lined myself up and slid myself into her welcoming pussy.

As I thrust with abandon, revelling in just how good it felt, I couldn't help but wonder how I got to this point. Why was I so happy fucking a pony, knowing that each time, I came more and more under her thrall? What was worse, I didn't care that yet again I was about to risk impregnating her, ending my Human bloodline forever.

Soon however those thoughts were obliterated by her pussy began contracting in waves, pulling on my dick as I pulled out and sucking in as I thrust in again.

This was bliss, pure and unadulterated. At that moment, nothing else mattered except her and me and our pleasure. And I was so riled up that I felt myself reaching my peak much sooner than normal.

'Ah! I can tell you're getting close! Don't fight it, just let it all out inside me! Put a foal in your mistress.' Tempest encouraged me

Wordlessly, I came, hilting myself in her as I released my semen deep inside.

'Ohh, I can feel it!' You must have been pretty pent up!' she cooed.

I pulled my shrinking member from her,and surprisingly little leaked out.

'Turn that off, and dry me.' She said brusquely, exiting the shower

Soon she was dried and her fur combed into place.

'Come, we still have business to attend to before we return home.'

The business turned out to be a return to the same sex shop were she got the chastity cage that broke my will.

'Ah, welcome back!'

The mare who owned the store was as friendly as ever, greeting us warmly when we entered

'How can I help you today?'

'I was just thinking that it was about time my slave had something to wear. Do you have anything suitable?'

'Oh yes, we have quite a range of collars to suit all occasions. They spent the next few minutes discussing collars while I stood there like a manikin. Eventually Tempest found one she liked. It was a wide brown leather affair with a study metal ring on the front as well as two smaller ones on the left and right. The inside was well padded, so that was something I supposed.

'Well, try it on slave.' Tempest ordered

Without hesitation, I put the collar around my neck, and knelt to allow her to fasten the clasps at the back.

'Mm, yes. I'll take it!' Tempest declared

And so, we left the shop with me wearing my new collar.

That night, as I slid under the covers of what was now our bed, Tempest surprised me by cuddling up to me.

'I have some news you're just going to love.' she said in a seductive voice

'I'm entering oestrus, soon – why don't we practice building up your stamina?' she asked, though it wasn't really a question

The next morning, I awoke with a start, unsure of where I was. I felt like I'd run two back-to-back marathons. Tempest was sprawled beside me, her stern features softened almost beyond recognition so gentle were they. The memory of all I had said and done last night came flooding back to me, and shame, disgust and hatred welled up in me. I felt the deluge of emotion course through me, and I felt my heart rate and breathing increase. Realising that I need to calm down, I headed to the bathroom.

Once there, I decided a relaxing shower would be just what I needed. As I stepped under the water, I felt the anger leave me, though the sense of shame remained. My mind drifted back to my sixteenth birthday.

'Today you boys will become men. Do you understand what that means?'

'We do!' we answered in unison

'Good, the future of our people, our language and Humanity itself depends on you four fulfilling your duty as men. Like in ages past, you must be warrior-poets, able to cultivate and protect our precious people, land and language. You must find wives, and father many children to ensure our survival. Can you do that?'

'We can! We will!' came our reply

'Furthermore, you must swear that you shall always and everywhere consider the Ponies your most bitter enemy. Swear that you will never betray our village or Humanity by word or deed, that you'd sooner die than surrender.'

'We do so swear!'

I hung my head in shame, I had broken that oath, I had given in to Tempests' will and betrayed everything I had sworn to protect. But there was still a way to redeem myself – if I managed to escape and return to Earth I could start my own village and continue the fight for freedom.

I turned the shower off and got out. After towelling myself off, I stealthily made my way to the airing cupboard to grab a bed sheet to use as a makeshift toga.

I had just got the “toga” on and was reaching for a pillowcase to serve as a bag when I heard the toilet flush.

Shit! Tempest is awake! I realised.

Undeterred, I made my way quietly to the kitchen to grab some food.

'And just what do you think you're doing, hmm?'

I turned to find Tempest regarding me with a haughty, amused expression

'I – I'm just erm...' I began

'Oh! I just remembered, I don't care. Come with me back to the bedroom, I want one more round before breakfast.'

'No!' I said, finding my courage again

'What was that?' she replied in a menacing tone

'I said no!' I repeated defiantly, tears spilling from my eyes

'Oh, wow, you're actually crying. That's just sad.' she said mirthfully

'Sad for you!' I yelled, grabbing a large knife off the counter

'What are you going to do big man? Stab me and make a run for it? You'll be caught before nightfall.'

'I know.' I said, smirking as I pointed the knife at my own chest

Tempest's expression changed to one of horrified realisation as my intent was clear – I was ready to die.

'Stop! I am your mistress, and I command you to drop that knife and follow me!'

Her horn was sparking with a mass of unstable magic, and she looked angrier than I'd ever seen her.

'No, I'm done following your orders! I'd rather die than live as your plaything!' I snarled, readying the knife. 'Goodbye!'

The next thing I knew, I was slumped against the wall, feeling like I'd just touched a super powerful electric fence. The knife was a good few feet away from me, and I knew I wasn't getting it back – Tempest was faster and I felt weak from the shock she'd given me.

I looked over to Tempest who was glaring at me, breathing heavily from the exertion of using magic.

'Good, now we'll have no more of that sort of attitude. Do I make myself clear?'

I nodded, I had failed yet again.

'Good boy.'

I followed her to our bedroom with a growing sense of dread.

'Now, how best to punish you? Let me see, how about I test that prostate stimulator I bought?'

Seeing my look of horror, she smirked, 'I see you think that's a good idea too!'

'No! Please, just stop this all right? I'll be good I promise, just no more of the kinky shit!'

'Oh I know you'll behave, but teasing you is far too much fun.' she purred

She opened the top draw of her bedside cabinet and pulled out a bulbous, curved black object.

'Hmm, the “Renegade”! I like the sound of that! That's exactly what you are, a naughty renegade that needs to be taught a lesson.' she said, examining the device

'Before we begin, I need you to go to the bathroom, and make the necessary preparations. You'll find what you need under the sink.'

Once. I'd finished, I returned to the bedroom.

'Done? Good, get that ridiculous sheet off and lie face down on the bed.' she ordered

I thought about refusing, but I knew that it would only make things worse, so I obeyed.

'Good, next I want you to get on all fours and spread those legs.'

Nervously, I did as she ordered.

'Yes, just like that pet.'

'Now this may be a little cold, but we have to get you all ready don't we?' she cooed

'I don't – ahh!'

Cold lube had been poured down my crack in preparation for the insertion of the Renegade.

'Shh, just relax, the best is yet to come.' she whispered in my ear

The next thing I felt was the blunt end of it being pressed against my back door. Tempest was spreading the lube around and slowly pressing in. At some point, I realised I had been holding my breath in, so I let it out. This had the effect of relaxing my body, and I felt the Renegade slip inside me.

'Yes, that's the way, just lie back, relax and trust your mistress.'

'Stop.' I moaned pathetically, as she drove the thing deeper into me

'Stop? I'm only getting started!'

With that, she pushed it in, right to the base.

'Right, now, lets see what effect this has, shall we?'

I moaned pathetically as she turned it on to maximum, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

That's. That's what I thought.' came her reply, but she sounded out of breath, and her voice was oddly strained

'Mistress, are you all right?' I asked, turning to face her

'I'm fine, jus- ah!' her eyes widened as a spasm gripped her body

She collapsed to the floor, looking like she was in great pain as smaller convulsions continued to make her twitch.

“What do I do now?” I thought to myself

'Help, please.'

I had never her heard her speak like that before. Aside from the troubling weakness of her voice, but that she said please.

Without hesitation, I knelt down and scooped her up in my arms and with strength I didn't know I had, I carried her out of the house and all the way to the hospital. By the time I got there, Tempest was unresponsive, and I feared the worst.

'Hey! I need help!' I yelled as I entered the emergency waiting room

Seeing her condition, the nurse on duty pressed a large red button on the wall and quickly ushered me into an examination room. Another nurse soon joined us

'Can you tell me what happened?' she asked as she set about taking Tempest's vitals

'I - we had an argument, and she ended up using her magic on me. She collapsed a short time later.'

'Hmm, that might explain it then. The doctor should be here soon, but in the meantime we need to act fast to stabilise her condition.'

The two nurses soon had Tempest hooked up to an IV, and had given her an injection of something which seemed to ease her pain and make her conscious, but not lucid.

In short order the doctor arrived, and once he'd performed his own assessment of her condition had her moved to the magical trauma ward.

'Magical trauma?' I asked 'What's happening to her?'

'It's her horn, the cracks are spreading and her root is exposed.'

'Her root?'

'Unicorn horns are very complex organs. They have a root like a tooth, with a nerve to send magical impulses through the horn, and lots of blood vessels as well. The outer layers and majority of the horn is just keratin, which will grow back if damaged. But-'

'But?'

'But her horn is damaged all the way to the base. She has been warned that attempting to use magic risks exacerbating the cracks and exposing the root. It seems she didn't listen, and now that's precisely what has happened.'

I found myself feeling deeply concerned for her despite our relationship. To be so grievously injured, and yet to be so strong - Tempest must be one mare in a million.
'Is there anything you can do? Please, tell me you can fix this!' I asked

'The best we can do now, is a minor surgery to cover her root, and to try to bind her horn together to prevent further deterioration.'

I breathed a sigh of relief, she was going to be OK.