The Breaking in of a New Slut
Scribble Parchment grimaced as his eyes swept around the Ponyville Hearths Warming get together party. He was so incredibly bored out of his mind as he aimlessly meandered around the room; only occasionally stopping at the buffet table to fill a cup with some punch and grab a hoofful of chips to munch on as he resumed his pointless patrolling.
Scribble really hated these large kinds of get-togethers. These big sappy parties where everypony seemed perfectly content with chatting up complete strangers as if they had known each other for years. With everypony bumping into one another and spilling their drinks across shirts and coats, and then both parties promptly laughing about it as if nothing had happened. The music was too loud and his hooves were killing him, as he hadn’t been able to sit down since he reached the joint. He was only there at Starry Swirl’s insistence that he get out of the house and meet some other ponies anyways.
“You’re always cooped up in your room during the day, working on those pervy drawings of yours,” she had stated in a very matter-of-fact tone. “When’s the last time you went out to the bar, or a movie, or…ANYTHING?!” She had grabbed one of his last clean shirts and thrown it on his bed, demanding that he put it on…but after he had taken a shower. “It’ll be good for you,” she’d said while using her magic to shove him in the direction of his bathroom. “And if you come out of there still smelling like Cheetos and booze I will take you outside and blast you with a hose!”
“Maybe it’s nice for some kinda socialite like you,” Scribble grumbled under his breath as he climbed up the stairs onto the second floor of Sugarcube Corner. He passed by several couples furiously making out on the stairway and on the landing of the second floor. Their hooves desperately pressing into one another’s flanks and pulling on tails. He would’ve told them all to get a room, but after watching a trio of ponies shoved themselves past a couple who had just left one of the many rooms scattered down the hallway of the bakery, he was certain that they were all just warming themselves up before waiting for one to open up.
“Who knows, maybe you’ll meet a nice mare while you’re there,” he said in a mocking falsetto of his friend’s voice, scowling at the red carpet.
He was loathed to admit it, but lately he had been craving more physical companionship. Using his computer to chat with ponies all around the world could only satisfy so much of that need to actually talk with somepony face to face. And her mentioning the number of single mares who would be in attendance of the party had also perked his ears up. It had been a long ass time ever since the last time he’d been intimate with anypony other than his hoof or his pony sized Daring Do pillow. He had never been particularly picky about the mares he had taken home from the bar with him, but after a three year dry spell, his standards were practically non-existent.
But still, by the time that he’d finally arrived at the party, almost every mare he had tried to chat up had already been taken by some other pony for the evening. And if they hadn’t already been taken, the moment he looked away they were swept off their hooves with some other guy.
He sighed as he stepped out onto a balcony that he had just watched vacate itself and leaned up against the railing; stretching out his wings a bit as a cool breeze floated through the midnight air. He could still feel the vibrations of the music from downstairs, but it was marginally quieter up here so it was better than nothing. Huffing grumpily he took a swig of his drink, only to scowl down into the cup. The strawberry mixture was excessively sweet and stuck to his tongue like a thick paste.
Reaching inside of his jacket pocket he pulled out his emergency flask and unscrewed the top. He poured the liquor into the plastic cup and took a long swig of his spiked drink. Still too sweet.
This party sucked.
He set the punch down on the railing next to him and took a long swallow directly from the flask to wash the taste from his mouth. He figured he may as well just go home at this point. There was nothing here for him here and he had heard that some information about the next season of Potato Pony had been leaked. He’d deal with Starry’s bitching after he was done being hung over.
“You got enough of that for two?” He heard a voice ask from behind him.
Jolting at the sudden sound, he turned around a little too swiftly and knocked his mostly full cup of punch over the railing. He was preparing to let out a sharp curse when he saw that the red cup had been caught by a maroon hoof without a single drop spilling out onto the balcony floor.
Scribble looked up at the mare who was currently holding his drink. His eyes were greeted with Ponyville’s newest inhabitant, Tempest Shadow, smiling at him, her teal eyes meeting his gaze steadily.
“You dropped this,” she said sweetly, offering the cup back to him.
“Th-thanks,” he stammered, taking back his drink and nervously taking a sip from it.
“No problem.” Tempest nodded down at the flask still gripped in Scribble’s hoof, “Like I asked, you got enough of that for two?”
When the nervous pegasus handed the drink over to her, she gave him a short nod and tilted the flask back. She took two long swallows before disengaging her lips from the bottle and handing it back. “Thanks. I needed that.” She said as she licked her lips and moved over to stand by the still confused Scribble. “So what’s a stallion like yourself doing up here alone?” she asked nonchalantly, leaning against the railing.
“I, uh, I just needed a minute to get away from the party,” he replied, swallowing down another mouthful from his rapidly depleting punch.
“Not hoping to get caught up in a little bit of the action?” Tempest asked with a smirk, gesturing back towards the hallway of doors as another set of ponies traded places.
“N-not really. Just wanted some fresh air.” He said, blushing a little bit.
The tall unicorn chuckled a bit eyed him up and down. “Are you sure? Because a little birdie told me that the only reason that a pony would come up here is if they were…expecting something.” She licked her lips again and edged towards Scribble. “Maybe you and I can help each other out a little bit here.” She purred as she came another step closer.
“Um, thanks, but I was actually j-just about to head out.” Scribble stammered out as the purple unicorn sidled closer to him. He could smell the tang of alcohol surrounding her as she neared and his wings twitched a little bit. Normally he would have immediately jumped on a chance like this. Tempest was leaving very little to be interpreted here. And he wouldn’t lie, she was a cute pony. But he couldn’t help feeling a bit scared.
After all, it hadn’t been very long since she had trapped most of the princesses in stone and assisted in the attempted conquest of Equestria. Sure Princess Sparkle had supposedly talked her down from her conquesting ways, but could a zebra change its stripes that quickly? It felt…dangerous.
Tempest gave him a dejected look and scuffed the ground with a hoof. “O-oh…I just thought that maybe since…”
“N-no, I just have this, uh, this thing that I need to, to uh, get ready for tomorrow.”
The rejected mare looked down at her hooves, “Oh, I’m sorry.” She sat down on her haunches, still staring down at the ground, her broken horn nearly at chin level with Scribble. “It’s just been kinda hard since I’ve moved here.” She gave a slight sniffle. “Nopony really wants to interact with me. They all seem to still be really scared.” She crossed her front hooves and bowed her head even lower. Scribble gave a quick glance around to see if anypony saw them out there, but everypony on that floor were too occupied with one another to pay attention to what was going on around them.
Tempest’s body was shaking with light sobs and Scribble felt a bit of sympathy burn in his heart. She looked up at him and his heart thudded as he saw the small tears forming in the corner of her eyes, and her bottom lip quivering. “I-I’m not s-such a bad pony, am I? I-I j-just wanted m-my horn back. I-Is that so w-w-wrong?” He voice was choked with tears, and her shoulders bobbed as she tried to restrain her sobs. “Y-You don’t t-think I’m s-scary, do you?” she asked, the desperation clear in her voice. “It’s just b-because you don’t find me attractive, r-right?”
Scribble was at a loss for words. He’d never needed to comfort anyone before, and this whole situation was making him very uncomfortable. But still, as those greenish eyes stared up at him, he felt the urge to help this poor mare in need.
He sat down next to her and tentatively placed a hoof on her shoulder. “No. I-I think you’re a very cute pony. A-And I don’t think you’re scary at all. I-It’s just that…well ya see the thing is…” Scribble couldn’t think of what he could say that would make Tempest feel any better, so he did the only thing he could think of.
“Here, have some more of this.” He said, handing his flask back over to her. She gratefully took the bottle, shakily opened the top and poured some of the amber liquid down her throat.
“Just a little while,” Scribble thought to himself as he took another swallow of his own drink, “I’ll sit here with her for a little while, calm her down, and then head on out of here. Easy-peezy-lemon…”
…
Scribble’s hoof squeezed Tempest’s toned ass as the two of them wrestled their way towards her bedroom. Their tongues interlocked with one another as they blindly fumbled their way into the elevator of her apartment complex, her hoof slamming on the button that would take them to the top floor. The past couple of hours had become a very hazy blur of alcohol, necking, and groping, with only a couple of landmark memories to help him piece together the puzzle.
The first thing he remembered was the two of them sitting on the balcony of Sugarcube Corner, taking sips and making very small talk as the distraught mare calmed down. Then he remembered growing a little bolder as the booze began to take effect; giving Tempest complimentary little flirts that had made her giggle and blush. He remembered leaning in for a quick peck on her cheek, but instead she’d turned to look at him and their mouths had made inadvertent contact. From there her hoof had brushed itself against his chest, then against his stomach, until it began to stroke on the inside of his leg, making it twitch and kick involuntarily.
Their mouths only separated every now and again, either to release huffing breaths or to take another swig from Scribble’s seemingly endless flask of alcohol. As the night had gone on, Scribble found himself genuinely thinking about how Tempest was indeed a very cute pony, and how he would like to take the cute little butt of hers somewhere and show her just how unafraid of her he was.
He’d begun to reach his own hoof down in between her legs, but she’d stopped him just as he was inches from his prize. Tempest had looked into his eyes and he was struck by how they seemed to be positively glowing with exhilaration.
“I know a place we can go where nopony will bother us.” She’d whispered to him, giving him a slight nip at the base of his neck, which had been the absolute deal-breaker. The two of them drunkenly stumbled their way through the throbbing throng of celebrating ponies, Tempest having to help guide her mate for the evening as he bounced off of one partygoer into another.
After being tossed into the back of a cab, Scribble vaguely remembered telling the cabby how much he loved him before the two of them shared in an all-you-can-feel gropeathon. When they’d finally pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex the cabby had to threaten to use a crowbar to pull the two apart.
Back in the present, Scribble and Tempest had slammed their way into her bedroom, making quite a considerable racket as they did. Somewhere along the way his really nice shirt that Starry had forced him to put on got ripped from his body and tossed carelessly onto the floor. Blindly feeling their way over to her bed, Tempest grabbed her stallion around the withers and rolled him over so that he was laying directly on top of her.
He could feel his erection pressed tightly between their two bodies and he moaned into her mouth as he began to rock his hips back and forth. The feeling of his sensitive member rubbing against her soft fur sending fire coursing through his veins and he groaned loudly with each thrust against her body. He could feel her tail swishing excitedly beneath him; moving in time with his pushes and pulls against her.
Scribble broke their lip lock for a second to catch his breath and took a moment to look down at the mare beneath him. Her eyes seemed to be pulsing with electric energy and little beads of sweat were running across her forehead. Blue sparks randomly popped and fizzled from her broken horn. He couldn’t tell why she would be so conscious about it. In his mind it gave her a dangerous allure that he simply could not resist.
Looking at the appendage brought something else to mind as well. A conversation that he and Starry had where she’d told him about unicorn horns, and how sensitive they were when aroused or using magic; similar to the way that pegasus’ wings could be a real sweet spot if touched in the right places after a hard flight.
Now was as good a time to test that out as any, he supposed. Sticking out his tongue, he gave the horn a long lick, starting from the base, and slowly dragging its way up until he reached the course plateau of where her horn had snapped off. He listened to the sonorous moan that Tempest released from under him and promptly gave the horn another lick.
Beneath him, the marron mare started to buck and spasm as he sent his rough wet tongue up her horn time and again. She gave a tortured mewl as he finished the impromptu tongue bath, and popped the horn into his mouth entirely, sucking gently on it as he swirled his tongue around and around the shattered horn. He could feel every ridge and bump against the inside of his mouth, and he used the very tip of his tongue to circle up and down the rifling of her horn; Tempest’s tenor rising and falling in time with the gentle strokes.
Scribble could taste and feel the sparks that were exploding in his mouth. It didn’t hurt. Instead, it felt more like he had just downed an entire box of popping rocks into his mouth and was holding it there; each different spark also bringing along its own unique flavor.
All the while, he never took a break from his furious dry humping, the flaring head of his cock leaking sticky precum onto both of their stomachs and matting their fur. Tempest’s hoof found its way onto his flank, rubbing against his cutie mark time and again; the circling pattern falling in line perfectly with his suckling on her horn.
After a few minutes punctuated by Tempest’s moans, and her bucking against his body Scribble disengaged his mouth from her forehead with a gasp; smacking his lips together as he savored the flavors still lingering there.
His member was throbbing with anticipation as he gave it one last drag backwards against her, before pulling all of the way back and lining up his cockhead with her hot entrance.
Just as he was about to plunge into her depths, Tempest shouted up at him, “W-Wait!”
With a massive exercising of willpower, Scribble managed to freeze himself in place, his back legs quivering and his penis throbbing in anticipation as he looked dumbly down at her.
“A-Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked, sheepishly drawing her forehooves up against her chest. “I mean…with somepony like me?”
Scribble stared down at her for a moment, processing the question, words completely eluding his mind before nodding enthusiastically. There wasn’t too much blood left in his brain to really give it much thought, but one thing that he knew was that he absolutely, totally, and undeniably wanted to fuck this mare until either she was a quivering mass beneath him, or he was too dehydrated to continue.
“Then I have some…toys…that could really make this experience so much better for the both of us,” she purred up at him, brushing a hoof against his heaving chest. She gave his cheek a lick that ran from the bottom of his jawline to the base of his ear, which she gave a gentle nip. “I promise you we’ll both have a GREAT time.” She purred directly into it. That was all the convincing that he needed.
“Y-yeah, let’s do that.” He murmured.
Tempest gave him a crisp bite beneath the chin. “Then let me go get them ready.” She gave Scribble a firm push, rolling him onto his back as she stood up. Looking over her shoulder, she gave the pegasus a sultry grin, “Make yourself comfortable, big boy.”
Scribble watched as she strolled out of the room, his eyes drawn to her firm ass as she swayed it from side to side. She stood in the doorway for a moment, shooting him a seductive smile before quickly flicking her tail to the side, granting him a quick look at the hot treasure hidden beneath.
Her lower lips were swollen and positively dripping with desire. He could see small trickles of her arousal running down the inside of her right thigh, wetting her dark fur against her body. The bud of her clitoris came peeked from between her pink folds to give him a quick wink before she concealed herself once again. Giving one final sway of her hips, Tempest left the room, leaving Scribble alone with his throbbing cock and his fantasies galloping wild.
Scribble scooted himself further onto the soft bed until his head was resting against a very soft pillow. Taking himself in his hoof, the still tipsy stallion wrapped the hoof around his member and began to slowly stroke himself, not wanting to lose any of the momentum from just a minute ago.
As he stoked up and down the length of his lanky shaft, Scribble smirked up at the ceiling finally took a moment to think about the situation he was in. He’d had his share of one-night stands before, but never in his life had a mare thrown herself so completely onto him. And such a fucking beautiful mare at that. She should’ve been able to take her pick from a veritable forest of stallionhoods to take with her to bed.
Somewhere in the background he could hear the sound of running water, but that didn’t distract him as he envisioned that gorgeous pussy and continued his slow masturbation. Everything about this evening was turning completely upside for him. He was laying in the bed of a sexy mare, who had completely thrown herself at him and could barely keep her hooves off him as soon as she’d had a grip.
His smile grew even wider as he remembered that this was THE Tempest Shadow. The same one who had been reformed by Ponyville’s very own Princess Twilight Sparkle. And according to the stack of Playcolts underneath his bed, whenever the Princess of Friendship decided that a pony needed a change in attitude, they became totally submissive in the sack.
His mind flipped from article to article that he’d read about the stallion’s who’d found themselves with the absurd luck to be able to find themselves in bed with Starlight Glimmer or Sunset Shimmer. The way that those mares had let them have their way with them time and again, always sluttily begging for more after he’d finished himself off onto whatever part of her body he felt like.
His stroking grew more aggressive as he thought about how each of those mares had willingly submitted themselves at the hooves of their stallions to lick, suck, and fuck in whatever ways they were commanded.
Scribble’s imagination ran wild as he thought of all the different things he would get Tempest to do that night. All of the different positions the two of them could entangle themselves in as he fucked her needy snatch raw. He grunted as he rubbed his hoof along the base of his flare, envisioning Tempest’s begging whines as he railed away into her, the impassioned pleas for him to do whatever he wanted with her, to use any and every hole she had to satisfy himself, just to not leave her before the next morning.
Scribble gave a powerful snort and picked up the rate of his tugging even further. A needy mare was something that no stallion could ever resist. A needy mare that would give you everything you wanted and more…well he was tempted to go find Tempest, bend her over and take her then and there. To drown himself in every single fetish he’s ever dreamed of, and, because she was coming back with some playthings, maybe develop some new ones along the way.
“Enjoying yourself over there?”
Scribble started a little bit, having so thoroughly lost himself in his fantasies that he’d almost forgotten that there was an actual mare in the area ready and waiting for him. Slowing his strokes down just a little bit, Scribble looked up at the waiting unicorn and his mouth dropped open.
Tempest stood in the doorway to the room, a saddlebag of goodies slung over her shoulder and a ravenous gleam in her eye. She’d wet down her mane, so instead of being in its previous mohawk, it now hung around her face, accentuating her glowing eyes and giving her scar a magnetic attraction. She’d put on long back socks that ran up to her thighs and gripped tightly just below her flank. A dark black collar encircled her throat with a shiny ruby clasp holding it closed.
She stepped over to the side of the bed and tossed the purple saddlebag next to Scribble, his self-administrations slowing to a halt as he soaked in her new appearance.
“What do you think?” the transformed Tempest asked, giving her mane a quick flick from her eyes as she stared down at her enraptured house guest.
His mind fumbled about for words for a minute. Before, he had thought that Tempest had just been a cute pony who was willing to fuck him. Now he knew that she was, in fact, a very, very cute pony who was willing to fuck him. “Y-You look fucking amazing!” He stuttered out, rolling onto his side for a better view.
“I’m glad you think so.” Tempest unbuckled her bag and began rummaging through it. Somewhere in Scribble’s mind, he was told that now was the perfect time for him to take control of the situation. If this mare was going to bend over backwards for his cock, then he better start the process now.
He placed a hoof on hers and brought his muzzle close, giving her a sly grin. “It’s okay, baby, you don’t need to worry about a thing. I’m going to make sure you get all the lovin’ you need tonight.” He grabbed her hoof and started to pull it towards his aching member, desperate for somepony else to administer that much needed relief. “Why don’t you start off by bringing that sweet little plot of yours up here, and while I’m admiring it, you can go ahead and start off by suc…”
His words were cut off sharply as a blast of magic caught him right in the stomach, rolling him back onto his back and knocking the wind straight out of him. Stars danced in front of his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. He was aware of Tempest grabbing his hooves and bringing them above his head, wrapping something tightly around each of them. He felt a belt wrap itself around his body before snuggly tightening itself against his chest; pinning his wings to his back.
“You silly, silly little colt,” she purred over him while she worked to secure him, “I’ve been commanding armies for years now. Did you really think that I was going to give in to the whims of any lowly stallion?”
Scribble gave his head a quick shake has his senses returned to him. He tried to move his hooves, but couldn’t. Looking up, he saw each of his beige hooves being held in place by a pair of handcuffs, one end wrapped around his hoof, the other around thick, wooden bedposts. The chains clinked menacingly as he pulled at them. Neither of them budged. A hoof landed heavily on his chest and he look up at the mare towering over him. Her stomach hovering just over his still pulsing erection and her tail flicking excitedly behind her.
“W-Wha…but I thought…” Scribbles mind raced to adjust to the situation.
Tempest brought a hoof up to her mouth to stifle a chuckle. “So many of you little stallions come in here with such the wrong idea.” She brushed her hoof through his mane and brought her face close to his. “You all fall for the sweet little reformed mare routine. Thinking I’m somepony who just needs a night of bending over for the right cock in order to really find my way. You all think that after years and years of having to lead armies with an iron hoof, that the moment they have me in bed I’ll melt into some kind of submissive little fuck toy for them. That I’ll just let them fulfill their wildest fantasies with me.” She smiled down at him, “It never ceases to please me to see that amazed look on your faces after I shatter those simplistic little thoughts.”
“Wh-What do you mean?” Scribble stuttered, bringing his back legs up against himself to try and protect himself and his stallionhood. But Tempest simply brought her own back hoof against the trembling limbs and forefully shoved them back down.
“Oh, don’t you worry yourself, my precious little plaything, I’m still going to be fulfilling your fantasies. They’ll just be fantasies that you didn’t even know you had yet.” She lowered herself slightly and began torturously dragging her stomach up and down his stiff member, allowing the shaft of meat to rub against the two plump mammaries that hung between her legs. “Doesn’t that sound so much better?”
A different, more sober Scribble Parchment might have told him that it was time to cut his losses and try to make it the hell out of there. A red danger light might have started going off in his brain telling him that this mare was crazy, and if he didn’t leave she was going to milk him dry and keep his husk around as a trophy.
But in his slightly drunk, incredibly horny mind, there was only one thing he was capable of. The truth. And the truth was that even though he was slightly scared of this war-mare that was towering above him and claiming him for her own, he was still massively turned on by all of this. So he nodded in agreement.
“Good…” Tempest lustfully growled, raising herself off of him. “Then let me lay down a couple of ground rules.” Her hoof reached back into her saddlebag and withdrew a riding crop, which she prompt brought down onto Scribble’s chest with a firm smacking sound. The strike stung just enough to take his mind off of his drooling penis and up to her face. “The first rule is that, in here, you’re my little bitch, and I’m going to break you in like any proper bitch should be. You don’t get to make demands. You are only allowed to fuck me as instructed. Is that understood?!”
“S-Sure thing,” Scribble whimpered. The crop came smacking back down on his chest a second time, drawing a sharp yelp from him.
“That brings me to rule number two.” She slowly began to draw the thin piece of leather down the bottom of his shaft, pulling needy twitches and a small drip of pre-cum from the wanting phallus. “As you are now my bitch, and therefore my property, you are always to refer to me only as ‘Mistress’. I can’t have you think that we’re anywhere near equal in this bed. Is that understood?” The crop came to rest of his churning balls where she rubbed the coarse leather.
“Y-Yeah…”
*SMACK*
The crop came whipping down against the base of his cock and Scribble cried out at the stinging pain.
“Yeah?! I’m fucking sorry, I thought that you had heard me, but clearly you need to stop thinking with your dick for a little bit. I said, you are ALWAYS to refer to me as your mistress! Is that understood?!” She brought the crop back down on his member to punctuate her command and Scribble got the message loud and clear.
“Yes, Mistress!” He shouted, his eyes closed and straining against the exquisite pain being inflicted onto him.
“Excellent; you begin to understand your place.” She gave his shaft one more long stroke with the crop, from the base to the very tip of his very needy member, “But you still have so much to learn.”
She climbed off of Scribble and ducked under the bed, chuckling sinisterly to herself as she did so. Reemerging with a pair of long, frilly, pink socks, a red collar attached to the end of a black leash, a small pink leather ring, and a long bar with two loops on the either end of it. She placed all of these things on the bed next to him. “If you’re going to be my little bitch pony for the night, you need to look the part,” she said as she climbed onto the end of the bed and grabbed one of his back hooves.
The fabric was silky smooth and soft to the touch as his unicorn master slipped the socks onto his hooves. They were both as long as the black lingerie that Tempest adorned on her own legs, almost reaching up to his crotch where his erection bounced feverishly against his stomach; the hot mass growing tighter and tighter as a feeling of humiliation grew in him. He could see the way that the frilly fabric gripped against his thighs, sinking slightly into the soft flesh.
Tempest unbuckled the metal loops on either end of the bar and fixed them against his back hooves, tightening each one until the fit snuggly in place. His legs were now permanently splayed for his mistress’s enjoyment. And enjoy she did, as she gently cupped and massaged his testicles, smirking at his light squirming at her touch. Running the tip of her hoof down his cum laden balls, circling his fleshy little ponut, which clenched itself as she stopped there a moment to prod at it, until it finally stopped at his dock.
Holding his black tail firmly in place, Tempest brought the pink little circlet of leather to the tip of his tail and slowly slid it down; pausing every few inches to brush the frayed bits of hair back into place. Finally, the tight ring was pushed firmly onto his dock, restricting his ability to lower his tail. All of his power to even try and hide any part of himself from the domineering mare had been completely stripped away from him
Tempest crawled her way back up Scribble’s body, being sure to drag as much of herself as possible across his pulsing erection as she stared up at him with ravenous glee.
“Now for the final touch.” She cooed as she opened up the collar and wrapped it around his neck. She fastened it tightly against his neck, a little golden tag reading “#1 Slut” on it now resting against his throat, and he choked a little. There was still more than enough room for him to be able to breathe, but his breaths had to come in short, quick pants as she tugged the leash to be sure it was fastened properly.
“That’s a good girl,” she purred as she brushed Scribble’s sweaty bangs from his face. “If I had a little bit of make-up I could doll you up just a little bit more, but I suppose this’ll have to do for now.” Flicking some hair out of her eye, she placed a hoof against his flushed cheek. “Now you look like a proper little slutty slave, ready to give master whatever she wants.”
Scribble Parchment had never felt so humiliated in his life. All dressed up like some kind of easy catch from a night club, his tail flagged away from his body, and his cock bouncing on full display beneath a mare who was talking down to him like some kind of pet.
But FUCK was he turned on. His dick was straining for some kind of release the entire time that Tempest had been dressing him up. The entire time pulsing and dribbling little bits of pre-cum onto himself while she had wrapped that collar around his neck and claimed him as her love slave.
Scribble watched as his new master turned herself above him and presented her ample rump to him, raising her tail high so that he could have a full view of the cunt that it was his duty to pleasure that night.
He’d thought that it had been wet before, but now it was positively gushing with excitement. Thick drops of fluid dripped down onto his muzzle as the puffed lips tensed and winked at him over and over again, the bulb of her clit peeking in and out at him. His tongue instinctively snaked out to lick the clear liquid from his nose and he smacked his lips lightly as he took in the taste. Tangy, but just sweet enough to keep the palette wanting for more.
And more is exactly was he received as Tempest immediately sat on his face, plunging his muzzle into her tight snatch. His nose was completely enveloped in her essence as she ground her crotch into him, adjusting herself to sit comfortably on her new seat. “Well, whelp, do you need a fucking order?!” She yanked on the leash, jerking his neck up and closer towards her waiting depths, “Put that tongue to some kind of use and eat your mistress out!”
Scribble closed his eyes and set to work, snaking his tongue out to gently work around the edges of her labia, licking tentatively at the juices that were going to spill onto his muzzle. Normally mares loved it when a stallion teased a little bit before moving into the main course. Her lower lips had clenched slightly against him as he nipped and tickled at the edges, but Tempest as not just any other mare and she angrily ground herself down onto him. “What kind of weak shit are you doing back there?!” Her tail came whipping against the side of his face. “I told you to fucking eat it! You think nibbling around the edges is going to get any kind of job done?! Maybe I should just go back to that party and find that cute little mare you walked in with. Maybe SHE could show you a thing or two about how to enjoy a proper feast.”
Scribble’s mind considered the possibility for a moment. It would be pretty hot to watch Starry and Tempest properly eat one another out as he sat chained on the bed, watching and begging to become involved in the action. Straining against the cuffs holding him in place as the two of the moaned and pushed into one another; occasionally looking up to give him a smirk, offer a taste, and then immediately go back to licking each other’s pussies.
But he wasn’t certain he’d be able to properly look Starry in the eye after something like. So he decided to take the alternative route and really give this mare what he wanted.
Pushing his tongue out, he dove into Tempest’s love canal, properly lapping at her insides, seeking to clean her out or die trying. Tempest squealed at his efforts and pushed her hooves into his stomach. “There you go, little whore, now you’re getting the full picture!” she shouted as she rotated her hips, pushing herself harder against him.
Tempest rode on his face for several minutes, letting the slutted up stallion try his damndest to get her off. She could feel his tongue slipping and sliding around inside of her, desperately seeking to find the spots that would push her closer towards her finish. Every now and again she would reward him with an insult about what a whorish little slave he was and how nice he would look kneeling at her hooves, waiting to service her.
Scribble had already lost all sense of where he was as he desperately lapped into his mistress’s cunt. His entire world was dissolving into the feeling of her weight pressing itself against him, the smell of her marehood as it saturated his muzzle, the taste of her pre as it coated the inside of his mouth, the sounds of her moans and condescending shouts whenever he dug a little deeper or hit a sweet spot, egging him on further and harder, the sight of her toned purple plot like an endless horizon before him. And he was loving every second of it. He slurped and groaned against her, only disconnecting for a brief moment to breathe every now and again before he dove straight back into his goddess’ temple for worship.
When he finally managed to catch the ever-elusive bud of her clitoris, the howl of pleasure that Tempest released was like a hymn to his ears. He suckled on it and rolled along it with his tongue like a newborn foal on its mother’s teat. Licking and rubbing it harder and harder as Tempest’s cunt rewarded his work with more squirts of her sweet nectar across his face.
Scribble let out a long moan as he felt her hoof wrap itself around the shaft of his cock and begin to pump up and down. “Oh my, look at how much my little slut is leaking for Mistress.” Tempest gloated over him as she tugged at the hard flesh. “I bet this little guy has been waiting all evening for somepony to take care of him. I bet he had just expected you to whip him out and play with him like you do every night. Only able to imagine blowing a load inside of mares that he’d never come within a million miles of. I bet he didn’t expect for a real mare to come and take care of him tonight.”
Scribble whimpered pathetically as he continued to work her fleshy folds over. He could feel her hot breath washing over his flare as she tantalizingly stroked up and down his meat.
“I bet you’d just love it if I stuck this inside of my mouth, wouldn’t you, bitch? You’d love it if I wrapped by lips around this, and let it rest inside of my warm, wet mouth. Love to feel my tongue swirling around this pathetic little head. Have me bob up and down on it until you blow a big, fat wad of jizz right down my throat.”
By Celestia’s fat ass, Scribble could feel it. He could feel her mouth hovering only centimeters away from his throbbing head. He could almost feel her lips pressing themselves against him. He nodded furiously, hoping against hope that his mistress would take some form of pity on her fuck toy and take him into her mouth. He would do anything for that right now. He would bathe her hooves with his tongue, or serve as a decorative piece for her table when company came over.ANYTHING, just so long as she gave him that indescribable feeling she was describing.
“Well too bad.” She laughed over him as she moved her lips away from his cockhead and brought her pumping to a thrumming rate. Scribble moaned out in desperation and bucked his hips wildly into her hoof, desperately seeking for that promised land.
“Ah ah ahhh,” Tempest said, “only good little sluts get to cum inside of Mistress. And you’ve been a very, very naughty pony.”
Scribble’s mind was flustered and abashed. He'd show her. He could be a good little slut for Mistress. His tongue and mouth went into overdrive, lapping and sucking on everything it could find. Her long groans and flexing pussy instructing him on just how much his Mistress approved of his administrations. Both her cunt and her hoof were gripping onto him like twin vices, each one with their own designed purpose that Scribble had no control over. He was fine with that. He would be fine being this mare’s bitch for the rest of his days. To worship at her hooves, and satisfy her every want and desire. To beg and whimper at the end of her bed to let him sleep on top of the covers. To let her play with him in whatever way she wanted, just so long as she granted him that sweet, sweet…
Scribble was just starting to cum when he suddenly felt something snap around the base of his cock. Yelling out in rapturous pain as his orgasm was denied from him, a tight band wrapped just beneath his medial ring stopping that final plunge from being made. The tiniest little squirt of cum that trickled out of his hard flare not nearly enough to satisfy the raging storm within him.
The vibrations from his scream pushed Tempest over her own limit and she came, hard, into his open mouth. Her throat unleasing a feral cry and her back arching as she sank herself as deeply as she could onto the stallion beneath her. Scribble instinctively swallowed it all down. On the one hoof, gulping down his mistress’ essence filling his mind with a soothing ecstasy; on the other, his cock was flared, twitching, and aching for release, filling him with a painful desire rarely known by ponykind.
“Oh,” Tempest huffed out, “did the whore think that she could get to finish before Mistress could, hmmm?” She bounced his cock back and forth with her hoof, batting it about like a mouse playing with its food. “It’s such a pity too. I almost considered letting you finish, but you just had to go and rush things.” She dismounted his face and turned to look at the mess she’d left behind. Scribble’s muzzle was absolutely drenched with her marecum, and his eyes were crossed with a thousand mile stare. He looked like a stallion caught in the crossfire of Heaven and Hell.
She pulled on his leash and his focus immediately returned to her, his tongue snaking out to clean up his muzzle. She tutted at him, “Look at you. A dirty little bitch, who needs to be taught a proper lesson.” Scribble watched as her hoof disappeared back into her bag of tricks and withdrew seconds later with a small bulb, attached by a thin wire to a box. “This is the toy I love to use the most when my little pets get out of line,” she mused as she reached over to his dribbling penis and gripped it tightly.
Placing the little bulb snuggly just underneath the head of his cock, she used two small rubber bands to secure it in place, nodding as the little piece of plastic remained exactly where she wanted it to be. “Now, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson for being such a naughty little pony,” Tempest purred down into Scribble’s face. “Your punishment will end precisely when I think that you’ve learned how to be a proper little bitch for your master.” With that, she turned a dial on the box that she held in her hoof up a notch and inspected her work.
Scribble’s back immediately arched itself off of the bed as the toy hummed itself to life, vibrating itself against his sensitive cockhead. “H-Holy shit!” he shouted out as the buzzing bulb gave him a thousand tiny strokes against all of the right places.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Tempest tutted at him, “Good little slaves should NEVER curse in the presence of their master. Looks like I’ll have to up the punishment.” She turned the knob up another tick and the plastic bud began to vibrate even harder. Scribble thrust his waist time and again into the empty air, praying to make contact with something that could relieve him of this torture. Precum was leaking like a faucet from his urethra and trickling down the length of his member to pool against his crotch, but he still couldn’t cum; the band still wrapped around his base preventing him from having a true release. The pressure becoming unbearable as he cried out to his mistress.
“Oh my Celestia, please let me cum! I need it so much right now! I feel like I’m going to bursssttt!!” he begged pitifully, tears beginning to form in the corner of his eyes as his brain cried out for him to rip himself free and relieve his burden.
“You forget yourself, bitch. You don’t get to make any demands anymore. You gave up those rights the moment you walked in through my door.” Tempest jeered as she cranked up the dial yet again.
Fireworks were exploding in Scribble’s mind, trying desperately to figure out what he could do to allow Mistress to end his punishment. It was so damned hard to think through the cloud of pure lust and craving that saturated his brain. The vibrating cutting off all rational thought short of “This feels fucking amazing!”
“I-I’m a good little slut for Mistress.” He whimpered, “I’ll follow her every command without q-question. I’m just a little broken whore for you t-to play with, and there’s nopony in this world who can separate me from my owner.” He looked over at Tempest. Her hoof was circling the little dial, but not turning it up. She wanted more. “I’m your toy! Your slave. Your no-good dirty little pleasure outlet, who has no will of her own!” he cried out. “My body is my Mistress’ to do with as she pleases, and I will only ever give her what she commands of me!”
Tempest’s hoof stopped playing with her remote as she contemplated Scribble’s words. For a moment, he was hopeful that his pleading would grant him some kind of respite. But when a wicked smile formed on her face he knew there was no such luck.
She twisted the dial up one, two, three notches. As far as the little toy would go and the vibrating bulb jumped into high gear. Scribble jumped too. He bounced on the bed and arched his back as high as it could go, screaming in pleasure. It felt as if he had placed his dick onto a washing machine in high gear and let it sit there. The nerves in his cockhead were on fire, and the trickle of cum he managed to pour onto himself became a small stream. He bounced and struggled against his restraints, kicking and bucking wildly in a vain effort to free himself.
But Tempest Shadow knows how to keep a stallion in place, and he wasn’t going anywhere.
He was left in that state for two minutes, twisting and squirming, bouncing and bucking, shouting and crying out about what a dirty little slut he was, until Tempest gradually began to lower the power on the vibrator. Each notch lowered bringing the slightest bit of peace to Scribble’s turmoiled mind.
And then suddenly it was over. His heart was thudding in his chest like it was going to explode and his breath came out in short gasps as he attempted to settle on the bed. His fur was completely matted with sweat, his crotch soaked in his own precum, and his cock still twitching and aching for release. He whimpered and squirmed pathetically as Tempest remounted him and smiled down at the broken stallion. “That,” she said, “was because I like to watch my pets writhe a little. Just to make sure the message sticks.” She reached down and unwrapped the rubber bands from Scribble’s penis, taking great pleasure in his little hiss as the bulb slid off of his sensitive flesh.
“Now, look at what you’ve done to Mistress.” Tempest remarked as she looked back at her dripping marehood. “You’ve gotten me all wound up again. Tsk, tsk, a good slave should be able to leave her mistress completely satisfied with her tongue alone. Now you’re going to have to put in overtime.” She positioned her slippery slatch over his towering cock and licked her lips. But I don’t think that my little pet minds too much.” She leaned into Scribble’s ear, “And if you’re a very, very good pet, maybe Mistress will grant you some relief.” She smiled against his ear and whispered, “Are you going to be a very, very good little pet for Mistress?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He whispered back. His dignity completely abandoned. His embarrassment replaced by an utter sense of devotion to the mare straddling him. He would be the best little fuck toy that Equestria had ever known.
Tempest smirked. “We’ll see.” And with that she plunged herself down onto Scribble’s cock and swallowed it whole.
The dominated stallion could only gasp out as his member was finally enveloped by that warm, wetness that he’d been seeking all night long. He was enthralled by the way that it gripped and massaged him in his entirety. He’d always considered himself to be slightly above average when it came to his exploits in bed; usually leaving the mares he brought home satisfied the next morning. But right now, in this bed, he was nothing but a worm for her to toy with.
Tempest took a moment to rotate her hips, and brought a hoof up to her chin. “Hm, not bad, whelp, perhaps I can find some more use for you after all.
“Y-Yes, Mistress, use me in every way tha…” before he could even finish his thought, Tempest began to move herself in earnest. Quickly raising herself up along his stallionhood, almost allowing it to leave her soaked caverns, before slamming back down onto him with a wet smack.
Scribble let out a loud couple of “Ah’s” as her soft flesh re-enveloped him, but he didn’t say anything. A good slut wouldn’t talk when her mistress is busy. And he was going to be a very, very good slut.
Tempest bounced up and down on her mind broken little slave, taking her time to slowly grind herself around, to really feel his member as it pressed against her walls. The beige pegasus was blushing and moaning meekly, as she had her way with him. Grabbing her previously discarded crop, she slapped the stick against her bitch’s chest, drawing out a tortured yelp. “Who is it that you serve?!” She yelled, bringing her cunt down to the base of his cock for the dozenth time in the past half-minute.
“I serve only my Mistress!” Scribble shouted back.
“And what are you?!” The crop came crashing back down on his chest and he let out a tortured cry.
“I am nothing but a toy for my Mistress' pleasure.”
“And what should a good toy be like?!” Another loud smack filled the air, followed by another yell.
“She acts only in according to her Mistress’ wishes! She is nothing but a cock and mouth for Mistress to satisfy herself with! She has no will of her own! Only the will to service and to please!”
Tempest huffed and puffed as sweat flung from her hair onto Scribble’s body. “Who is your Mistress?!” Smack!
“Only you!”
“AGAIN! Who is your Mistress?!”
“You and you alone are allowed to use this little slut’s body!”
The words flew mindlessly from his mouth as that incredible pressure built up in his cock. He had to be Mistress’ good little whore. He could be Mistress’ good little slut. He was Mistress’ good little bitch.
With a loud cry, Tempest came down one last time onto his stallionhood came. Flooding his member with her incredibly hot and sticky marecum as she rode out her orgasm. Grinding her hips and pushing against his chest. Bringing her crop down just a few more times onto the chest of her love slave a few more times for good measure.
Rotating her hips just a few more times, Tempest pulled herself off of Scribble with a wet popping sound, straddling him just beneath his stiff member, making sure to rub her chest against it. Feeling his heartbeat in every single twitch and throb the mottled cock gave. She gave him a few gentle strokes. “Have you been a good pony?”
Scribble looked up at her with desperate eyes, sweat streaming down his face. “It is not for a slut to tell her master if she deserves her reward.”
Tempest smirked and gave him one last tug, “Good answer.”
With one spark from her horn, the band that had been holding back Scribble the entire night broke in half, and he came. Hard.
Scribble Parchment didn’t know it was possible to cum as much as he did, but he witnessed it firsthand as his sack unloaded itself everywhere that it could. He let out a long cry of ecstasy as the first few shots of his load flew straight overhead and splattered against the headboard to the bed. Then it began to land on his face, streaking itself through his mane, dangling messily from his ear, running across his eye and falling into his open mouth. Lines of thick white cum ran up his heaving chest and stomach. Finally, after what felt like hours of warm, sticky heaven, his orgasm began to peter out, and the last of his load trickled down from the tip of his cock and ran down onto his waist.
He lay still chained to that bed, a mess of sweat and cum huffing and puffing. His tongue hanging limply from his mouth, and his brain fired with electricity. It was the most incredible feeling he’d ever experienced.
“Did my little slave enjoy herself?” Tempest asked, stepping next to Scribble’s face.
“Ye-Yes, Mistress.” He managed to force out after several deep breaths.
“Would my slave like to return to her Mistress’ bed in the future?”
“Yes.”
Tempest took Scribble’s half erect cock into her hoof and gave it a couple of bounces. “Does the little slut wish to leave now?” There wasn’t a moment of hesitation in between the question leaving her mouth, and the cum splattered stallion's response.
“Never.”
Tempest smirked. “Good,” she placed a maid’s uniform on the bed next to him, and on top of that a long, thick dildo. “Let’s see if we can find a good place for this then, shall we.”
