“Let’s get those knees up people! Lightning Dust, stretching was over an hour ago, you can tease the boys later! Derpy…..just...do whatever it is you do.” Spitfire sighed. These kids were so troublesome sometimes. She placed her hands on her hips, before using one to bring the whistle up to her mouth, blowing a shrill blast on it. The light green pegasus straightened up with a light blush, taking off to begin performing her laps. The muffin loving pegasus continued to try and follow, adorably zigzagging across the gym. It was something. She peered around the large, concrete room, her voice echoing across at certain white, tall pegasus. “FROST! What did I tell you?! You can have a water break later! You know what? Get over here. NOW!”

The stallion’s ears twitched her way and he groaned inwardly. What was this mare’s problem? Driving him so hard, then not even letting him get a few seconds to replenish? His shirt was nearly soaked through for Celestia’s sake! He trotted over awkwardly, his balls rolling against each other in the tight-fitting uniform, the leathery sheath above shifting slightly back and forth. He tried to pay it no mind as he looked down to meet the eyes of his muscular gym teacher, the leader of the wonderbolts no less! “Y-you called...m-ma’am?” Behind him, the gym had gone quieter, more than a few students snickering and giggling behind his back.

Spitfire snapped her finger and pointed to the floor. “Get down there and give me 50 Frost, now. Always barely keeping up with the class. You’d think those big wings of yours would help out.”

He groaned, but obediently got on his hands and knees, bringing his legs back to lift his rump, pushing himself to his hooftips as he got ready to start.

“75, now go. Complain again, and you get even more.” she folded her arm under her bust. They weren’t so large as the matronly duo from yesterday, but they were still large, and looked rather firm, packed into her tight workout top. From his vantage point, her exposed midriff was close, the lines of a 6 pack rather clear. She’d worked hard to sculpt her body, that was for certain.

He tried not to let his anger show, looking at her hooves as he started on the set. He’d managed about 30 before he was breathing hard, exhaling each time down, inhaling as he lifted himself again. His wings fluttered against his back lightly, as he found another feeling besides his growing fatigue, troublesome to ignore. His weighty balls were pushed to the floor, even being gently squished outwards as he lowered himself down, and the pressure was hard to miss. He huffed through his nose, reaching, then passing 50 as she watched over him. He made the mistake of glancing up, and the icy glare she gave him, and the smirk below that, had him shivering for a split second, before he looked back to her hooves in front of him.

Not even 2PM and he’s already at my hooves. She couldn’t help but hold that expression as he counted further, passing 70, going slower, struggling with the last 5. She even thought about pressing her hoof into the center of his back, but that would come later. “Come on Arctic.” she crouched down, spreading her thighs enough to show off the outline of her folds through her own, tight apparel. She watched his eyes lock to it, before looking up at her, struggling and shaking for that last lift. She tapped his nose, her eyes dancing with an inner light. She spoke lowly, just for his ears to hear, her voice deepening with something dark tinting it. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint your mistress, now would you?” She grinned, waiting for him to finish, before ruffling his mane and standing up, looking as if nothing had just happened. “Good work, now get back to it Frost!” She helped him up, slapping his rump, practically purring as he yelped and trotted away, admiring the way his tail and wings were all atwitch, his nerves clearly frazzled.

Arctic got a few dozen feet away before he stopped, taking stock of his mind and body. He was overly warm, and tired, not just from the last few minutes of heavy exertion either. Sure his arms and chest burned, but all he could see was her face, mouth curling up and ice in her eyes. The way those firmly muscled thighs framed her marehood through her shorts made him pant more, as he ventured over to the water fountain to get the refreshment he was overdue for. He was already imagining being between those legs, until cold water sprayed him in the face, making him cough and shake his head.

“Pay attention featherbrain!” A shorter stallion took his finger from the spigot, so it flowed normally again, watching the bigger male wipe his face. He just laughed at Arctic’s shocked and grumpy expression. “I don’t envy you, not with that ballbuster teachin this year, haha!” The black-furred male jogged away, rejoining the class while the white pegasus grumbled, finishing his drink.

“FROST! Get back out there!” Another shrill blast of the whistle, and he groaned, folding his ears and resuming his laps.

“Good boy…” Spitfire bit her lip, staring at the clock, wishing it’d go faster. That poor colt had no clue what he was in for.

Gym was almost over, and Arctic had fled to the showers quickly as always, hurriedly chilling himself, and washing up after the heavy toll of Spitfire’s ruthless pace she always set. He washed quickly, not taking the time to be thorough. He had another session with Ms. Harshwhinny, or so he thought.

“Frost!” Spitfire’s voice rang through the locker room, alarmingly clear. She eyed the stallion with a piercing gaze, one that commanded obedience. She’d mastered it over the years with her recruits. This student didn’t stand a chance.

He whirled around, shocked to silence, before his hands shot down to cover himself, a futile endeavor. “T-this is-”

“Quiet! Nothing I haven’t seen before. Dry off and get that uniform back on. Don’t look at me like that, you’re mine this afternoon.”

He shut off the water, quickly running to get a towel and cover himself, not thinking about what she’d meant, just knowing he needed to follow her orders, and not be exposed any more! He toweled off in a hurry, throwing the dirty uniform back on soon after, just in time for the others students to filter in. That was good at least. Some gave him a sideways glance, others a pat on the shoulder, still others chuckled, as if he was the butt of an untold joke. He took it all the same, just trying to get through them, heading back to the gym with his ears folded back.

He quickly caught up to her. “M-ms. Spitfire! Ma’am! I...I have detention with-”

“Ms. Harshwhinny. Yes, I know. I’ve spoken to her though, and informed her of your lackluster work here. She’s let me borrow you for the afternoon, in which I hope I can get some sort of performance out of you.” She was moving towards the weight room, the tall pegasus following a couple of paces behind. She didn’t even glance back, hearing his unsteady hooves behind her easily.

Arctic’s mind tried to keep up. She talked to Harshwinny? She….knows what happens in that room then? Why are we going to the weight room? Am I really just going to be forced to do all this? Many questions ran through his mind, all unanswered, save for the last one, for now. He walked over to the bench press where she pointed, putting a few plates on each side, following her instructions. He laid on his back, centering himself on the pad, looking up to the bar, only to see her breasts above it, and that fierce glare above them. He blushed, looking pointedly at the bar, gripping it, and bringing it down, beginning his set. He focused on the bar too, hearing the soft clank of the plates, his arms straining as he replaced the bar, breathing deeply.

“Good Frost. That’s a good start.” She grabbed a few smaller plates, placing them on the end, before spotting him once more, gesturing for him to start anew. She watched the stallion’s arms carefully, watching for them to shake. She smirked, watching him tremble, his muscles defined as he sweat heavily. Already tired after his workout in class….good. Things were moving along well.

He grunted, his arms pushing the bar up to set it on the rest, before he couldn’t move any more, cheeks puffing out as his face reddened. He exhaled, and his arms dropped, carrying the weight down to his chest. “A-aghh….M-Ms. Spitf-fghhh…” He was too winded to continue, and suddenly, too distracted too. Those tightly covered thighs got quite close just then, the teacher’s scent growing strong, the stallion blinking his eyes as droplets from her clothes fell onto his snout and head. He took a deep breath, only to yelp as her crotch pressed to his snout, the stallion’s vision further obscured as golden hands grasped the bar.

She grinned, playing off her motions as an accident, grinding her clothed, musky groin against his nose. “Oh, excuse me Frost. Lot of weight on here. Hard to get off, mph….there.” She finally ended her teasing, helping him heft the bar back to it’s rest. She didn’t let him rest though, only letting him breathe a couple times before looking at him expectantly. “Well? The plates, put them back now.” She watched him struggle to stand, then move the plates back to their racks, his shirt soaked, having not dried before and quickly grew saturated again. He stumbled even, his legs seeming to shuffle more as he moved. “Good boy, now, over to that rack there, let’s see some squats…” She led him over, helping him load the plates this time. Showing him how to do it, she stepped back to watch him.

He laid the bar across his shoulders as she’d instructed, and spread his wings for balance. He lowered his torso, pushing his rump back as he spread his legs, coming to a halt, then pushing back up, exhaling like he’d been taught. He froze, feeling her behind him, her groin against his rump, her breasts against his back, the mare completely invading his space. “M-ma-am??”

She nearly purred, thrusting her pelvis forwards to straighten his back, leaning into him and squeezing her firm rack against his back, fingers sliding up his arms to adjust his hands on the bar. “You’re leaning forwards too much Frost.” She paused, letting her groin rub against him. “And your hands are too close together…” She bit her lip again, sucking a breath through her teeth, making the stallion shiver as she stepped back.

He was barely sweating anymore, his body simply running out of water to expel! She was working him so hard, and her little tips and pointers were wearing heavily on his tolerance, and libido, his nose quite full of her scent from her staying so close, using every chance she had to rub, brush up, or wipe her scent on him more.

She watched him lay down for the leg press, watching the obvious bulges of his balls rest on his lower belly from the angle. She waited until he’d extended his legs, before straddling him again, filling his vision with that cameltoe once more. She bent over, letting her waist drop as she felt over his legs, pushing her breasts against his balls as she gripped the muscles under his skin and fur. “You’ve got strong legs….I’m impressed. Then again, with how hard I work you, you better have something to show for it.” She chuckled at her own joke. He was certainly about to show something, she imagined. She got back up, only to watch the male’s legs drop back, the machine clanking loudly as he get up to face her, red-faced, and clearly irritated. Good, she finally had him. “What’s the matter Frost? Had enough? I’ll tell your teachers about your shortfall today if you leave. I’m sure they’ll make up for it tomorrow, won’t they?”

Arctic had had it with this mare. There was no way her bust rubbing against him so lewdly was an accident. Or the way she’d practically dry humped him half a dozen other times. “That’s it! S-stop teasing me...I-I’m not stupid. Y-you’ve been poking and prodding, trying to get under m-my f-fur all day!” He was breathing harshly, fur matted in sweat, and not all of it his own. His face was red from exertion, but he blushed under that, his wings steadily opening.

She gave him a coy grin, raising an eyebrow haughtily. “Oh? The pegasus has some balls after all? You know, with those things hanging there, I thought you’d be t-t-tougher, but since you’re finally showing some backbone, how about a little wager?” She rested her hands on her lips, leaning towards him provocatively.

He bared his teeth, finally allowing his anger to get the better of him. “What? A wager on how long you can tease me until I embarrass myself? What is it? What could you possibly offer me?!” His wings were fanned out fully now, the pegasus making himself larger, more imposing. He snorted in frustration, waiting her answer.

She nearly laughed. Finally, she’d broken his patience! She just smirked, looking up at him, the shorter mare not backing down in the slightest. “A wrestling match. On the mats over there. First one to pin the other for 3 seconds wins. You win? I let you go early, and don’t tell the staff. I win? Then you’re mine for the rest of the afternoon, doing whatever I ask. I could use someone to clean the locker rooms. The janitor’s been sick. So? How about it tough guy? Wanna fight a mare?”

He didn’t even hesitate, too upset to think about it much. “You’re on! I’m sick of you messing with me. Maybe after you’re pinned, you’ll think twice.” He didn’t care she was smaller. He didn’t care if she was a mare either, too angry and too emotional, his nose wrinkling in a snarl as he leapt at her, a push from his wings giving him the lift he needed as he launched himself at her, arms outstretched.

She didn’t flinch as the male grew close, merely grinning as she rolled back, spreading her wings to slow her fall, letting him pass over her as she planted both feet into his abdomen, sending him farther to hear him grunt and sprawl out onto his front on the mats. She sprang to her feet, facing him as he got up, looking even more angry than before. “I said on the mats. I could mark myself the winner already.” She moved onto the mats too, the firm padding familiar under her hooves. She kept that confident grin, sauntering closely to him, her bright orange tail swishing. “You’ve got much to learn. Size isn’t everything Frost.”

He shook his head, already winded from the strong kick, his body fatigued from her pressure all day, the last hour especially gruelling. “S-shut up.” He set his jaw and strode towards her, fully intent on just grappling her to the floor. White hands found golden wrists as she brought her arms up, the mare straining to hold them up as he pushed down.

Her grin faltered, the mare grunting and hissing through her teeth as she struggled to simply counteract his downwards force. “Such a strong stallion. You could be...so much better. I knew you had it in you.” She chuckled, before growling and yanking his hands down, spinning her body to the side, adding to his own force and throwing him off balance, watching his wings flap as he struggled to balance, her eyes catching the sight of his heavy crotch shifting as he flailed.

With a yelp and a thud, he was on his front, chin smacking the floor, leaving him dazed. He heaved for air, rolling onto his back, barely having time to get his hands up as she leapt onto him, shoving his arms to the mat. “F-fucking...rgh!” He pushed her arms up off him as her weight settled on his chest, the stallion working to roll onto his side.

She grinned widely, already feeling the large male tiring. “C’mon Frost! Thought you’d be….nnnfff….tougher!” She leaned against him, throwing her rump against his roll, clamping her knees on his torso and moving him to his back, before she slid over his chest, throwing her weight on his arms, using her legs to pin them by his head, leaving her musky shorts right over his nose. She panted, feeling him struggle. But his upper body was pinned, and she looked down her form, peering over her bust to watching his anger give way to desperation, his face turning quite red. “Face it. Can’t even handle one mare.” She leaned down, getting inches from his eyes, her voice low. “No wonder they have such an easy time with you…”

Her breath was humid, the stallion feeling it over his snout even as his breath was full of her scent, her musky groin trapping him, his head unable to turn without hitting those muscular thighs. He growled, ears folding down as he heaved his legs, trying to throw her off. He stopped, feeling the cool air of the weight room caressing something it definitely shouldn’t be. He squirmed now, trying to stop it, trying to do anything he could to get her off, or at least cover up again, his shaft already half-hard. He couldn’t deny her musk filtering into his mind, and he’d been pretty angry.

She ground her soaked shorts on his muzzle, spreading her musk thicker. “Frost...already giving up?” She suddenly narrowed her eyes. “Well, something in you certainly wants to continue.” She reached back, gripping the mast he’d been trying to keep away. “Look at you, already knowing you’ve lost, submitting to me. This certainly knows its place. Get used to being under me Frost. It’s where you belong.” She dropped her weight firmly on his nose, feeling the air reeking of her being drawn through the sweaty, taught fabric. “Can’t fight, can’t barely breathe even, can you colt?” She laughed openly, stroking his shaft until it was rock hard. “Pathetic. Do you like losing this much? Or maybe it’s just being under a mare. Something tells me it’s both.” She kept grinding her shorts into his nose, soaking his muzzle fur in her sweat and musk, before hearing him growling, feeling it in her loins, actually distracting her for a moment. “Oh? You better have mo- hey!” She yelped as his body heaved to the side, one arm coming to throw her over, landing her on the mat on her side.

He panted, getting up, his erection bobbing in front of him, reaching the top of his chest as it throbbed, dripping onto the mat, adding the the slick mess of their sweat. “Still think I’m losing now?” He reached down, grabbing her arm and hauling her up to her hooves, spinning and trying to toss her around, his weight more than enough to send her flying. She grabbed his arm with her hands though, yanking him with her, the mare tripping over her hooves, falling back and bringing him crashing down on top of her with a groan. He pushed himself up, bringing his hands to her shoulders to keep her down. “What were you saying?! Looks like I ….w-win…” He looked down from her muzzle, seeing his shaft twitching in her clothed cleavage. “E-errr….l-look, I’ve got you...r-right?”

She was breathless, partially from her back slamming into the vinyl, and partly from finding herself under the stallion, and just how much stallion was over her. She could feeling the weight of his shaft on her torso with every breath, looking down her muzzle to see the flare mere inches away, steadily soaking through her shirt into her sweaty cleavage with precum. “G-gods Frost….h-how the...fuck...are you…” She shook her head, clearing it as she snarled. She wasn’t going to lose! She hit the inside of his arm with her opposite, dropping him to an elbow, before reaching behind him and yanking on his wing, making him squeal, his grip slipping as he rolled off to keep his wing from breaking. His hand slid over fur, snatching cloth, a tearing sound heard as he landed on his back, the mare next to him, looking at her bra-covered chest.

She glared at him, watching the stallion dumbly hold the remains of her shirt in his hand, before he dropped it, stuttering out some excuse. She didn’t care. She got up, giving him time to do the same across from her. “Naughty colt….how indecent! First you expose that thing, then you start undressing your teacher?” She grinned again, looking nearly feral in her expression, lustful, and confident. Another growl, and she was stalking towards him, the stallion babbling and backing against the wall as her tits pushed him against it, wrapping partially around his cock, sandwiching the girthy appendage between their bodies. She pushed her nose into his, tilting her head up, not caring about the size difference at all as she stared him down. “I think you want this, Frost. Ripping my shirt off like that...you’re just asking for me to go rough on you.”

He balked, ruffling his wings on the painted brick. She hadn’t been going rough!?

Evidently not, as she squeezed the leaky flare in her hands, making him hiss, before wedging a knee into his clothed nuts, grinding them around. “All this stud, and a wimp behind it. Alright Frost, time to end this. It’s been fun, but I think it’s time I had my bitch for the evening.” She gripped his ears then, tugging his nose into her musky cleavage, keeping his sight constrained to those firm, furry globes, smearing her sweaty, pre-soaked shirt over his muzzle. She spoke low into his ear as she walked him back to the center of the mats, his flailing wings barely bothering her, the mare even using her legs to rub up and down his balls as she walked. “You put up a decent fight. I’ll be sure to train with you more later…” She spun then, throwing him around, placing a hoof in the path of his legs, sending him sprawling on his front once more. She wasted no time, jumping on his back, getting her legs under his chin, then his neck, pressing her groin to the back of his head as she got him in a chokehold, her thighs squeezing against his ears and cheeks. For added pressure, she grabbed his wings behind her, tugging them forwards past their natural extent, stretching the ligaments painfully as she cut off his air at the same time.

He panicked, the pain being rather intense from his wings, as he gasped for air, what little he could get was saturated in musk, and the lingering, strong scent of vinyl. She had him, but they’d never counted. She still wasn’t counting! “I-I...g-give….c-count...already…”

She grinned, before hearing the door latch open, quickly shoving the male’s head into the mats more. “I’d say that’s three Frost. Nice try, but you’re mine now. Don’t even think about trying to get out before I say you’re done…” Spitfire was panting hard, dripping down onto the stallion’s white fur and uniform.

“Certainly not!”

Arctic would’ve gasped if he could. Cherilee?? How did she know he was here? Why was she here?! Spitfire already talked to the others, hadn’t she said that?

“Cherille, glad you could make it.” Spitfire didn’t look at her, eyes remaining on her charge. “Didn’t want to miss out on the fun that badly huh? You-hey! What are you doing? What the hell?”

Arctic could only feel the mare scrambling to get her legs under her from some sort of commotion, keeping his head down and ears back as he listened to the sounds above him.

Cherilee quickly had Spitfire’s arms behind her back, cuffing them and freeing Arctic’s wings. “You never called me! I had to ask Harshwinny after I waited for a hour for anyone to show up! You’ll pay for wasting my time.” She picked up Spitfire’s wrists, holding them up behind her to force her to bend over uncomfortably. The lavender mare grinned wide, quickly planting a hoof on the white pegasus’ back between his wings. “Don’t think of going anywhere Arctic. You’ll pay too, of course. I’d hate to see my favorite slut not get just what he deserves. Right Spits? Of course.” The lavender mare quickly went around to her back, kicking Spitfire’s legs apart to attach a spreader bar to them, then pushed her to the wall, placing her cuffs’ chain over a hook in the wall, and stepping back, striking a pose as she let the bound mare take in her form, clad in some of the most sinful gear she’d seen.

Spitfire could only look in shock, Cherilee’s body clothed in some of the kinkiest fetish gear, the mare’s addled brain letting her be easily strung up, barely feeling the mare spreading her legs to lock them in place. “C-c-cherilee….what? Y-you’re wearing….you just….are you serious?”

As if the mare could not be serious. She wore thick-soled, leather boots, up nearly to her knees, several buckles polished to a brilliant shine running up the height from ankle to leg. Her legs and thighs were wrapped in fishnet stockings, covering her, yet hiding nothing. The suit she wore over it was leather too, thick, yet tight-fitting, accentuating her curves, pushing up her bust too. It stopped at her neck, the fit there tight as well. The suit was black, the zipper shining silver like the buckles, zipped all the way up, compressing her form into a svelte shape, alluring to any eye. Her arms were clad in gloves, fingerless, that ran up to her elbows, made of the same thick leather that encompassed her figure. Her lips were black, and full, her eyeliner black as well, thickly applied. Her eyes were lidded darkly too, black eyeshadow completing the look, the mare appearing as downright lust embodied in such kinky gear. She merely raised an eyebrow, turning to see Arctic trying to crawl away sneakily. She let him think he was successful for the moment, regarding the golden pegasus. “Not serious? Darling….I’m nothing but. You’ll take your punishment with the colt, and you’ll learn not to leave me out to dry again…”

Spitfire scoffed, watching the dominatrix fasten the chain between her cuffs with a D-ring, securing it to the hook so she couldn’t pull off of it. “W-well let me go! Y-you’re supposed to helghck….ack!” She growled and tried to jerk her head away, only slowing down the other mare as she found the metal ring fitted between her teeth, the strap running around her head to hold it.

Cherilee just giggled. “Always so fiery-tempered aren’t you? I’m going to give you a little lesson in humility, and I think I’ve got the perfect assistant…” She looked over to see Arctic’s hooves disappearing through the door. “Once I get him back here.” She leaned into Spitfire for now, a knowing grin on her face. “I’ll get him back, don’t you worry. For now, let’s give you something else to worry about.”

She moved back over to her bag, returning to the bound mare, watching her pant and heave against her bindings as she smirked. “You know, they always say you should stay hydrated during a workout. Care for a drink?~” Her voice was sweet as silk, but her eyes told a different story, as she brought the funnel up, securing the spout to the ring gag. Grabbing one of the hoses from the wall typically used to wash the mats, she cut it on, holding Spitfire’s muzzle still while she let it flow into the funnel.

Spitfire just glared at Cherille, feeling the cool refreshment flood her mouth, before swallowing it, repeatedly letting the water cool and relax her, for the moment. Recovery turned to tension though, as she coughed, water spilling down her front, feeling Cherilee’s hand stroking her neck until she was swallowing again, her stomach full, growing overfull now as it began to stretch. “M-mrphlk….lp..lk...ghlk….” What the hell was the older mare trying to do to her?

Cherilee just held the hose in place, watching that toned belly swell out, losing definition in favor of a curve, as her stomach stretched out and down. “There….you’re looking plenty well now….my my….don’t overdo it~” She giggled a bit darkly, feeling the swell tighten up as it grew nearly big enough to look pregnant. A moment longer, and she shut the water off, making the athletic mare empty the funnel, before removing it, and the ring gag, quickly replacing it with a muzzle, strapping it tight before the mare could get a word in edge-wise. “Goooood girl. Now to wait for that to settle in. Good luck holding that, while I go fetch my favorite toy….~”

Spitfire just groaned, looking down at her altered figure, feeling her abdomen struggling a bit with all the extra pressure and weight, her legs trembling a bit. “Mrhghrmm…..” She watched the teacher-turned-dominatrix saunter off, so leisurely walking after Arctic, then looked back down at her belly, already feeling the strain shift lower down, the poor pegasus unable to even clench her thighs. Cherille better come back soon!

Arctic, naturally, had bolted. He knew an opportunity to get out when he saw one! He panted hard, going back through the showers to his locker, frantically unlocking it to grab his things, fumbling with the lock, shaking and clumsy fingers eventually getting it open. He grabbed his clothes, stuffing it all into his bag, not even bothering to get changed. He had to get out! Slamming the locker shut, he jogged to the door, hitting the crash bar and - “What? Locked??” Who, or better yet, how were they locked!? He hit the door again, as if it was stuck, before outright shoulder-checking it, feeling it give, just a bit. Definitely locked. Dull thudding echoed from the tiled walls, his blood running cold as his ears swivelled back to catch the voice of the mare, right before he felt leather encircling his neck, more of the material pressing to his back, two notable swells pushing into him, erasing any doubt as to who it could be.

“Predictable. I like that about you, Arctic.” And then she tugged, yanking his head back to put him off-balance, the collar pulled by the leash in her hand. “You didn’t think I’d actually give you a chance, did you?” She smirked, pulling him back from the locked door, keeping him against her and shuffling back, removing his backpack and tossing it to the floor. She pushed him away then, holding the leash with a firm hand. “Strip.”

It was a simple command, and after a moment of indecision, seeing that expectant look on her face, the big pegasus complied, taking his shorts off, then his shirt, and finally, after another second’s hesitation, his boxers too. Blushing lightly, he stood before her, vulnerable. “D-done.”

She relaxed her expression, smiling. “Good boy. I’ll go a little easier, I think, if you keep being good.” She pulled the leash, grabbing his clothes and bag, leading him to the showers, stopping him there. “Against the wall, back to it, now.”

He did so, pulling more slack from the leash until his was back against the cold tile, suddenly reminded of the coolness as the sweat in his fur touched the porcelain surface. He reached up, touching the collar, feeling the tag faintly dangling from it. “Is...this really uh, necessary?” His ears pinned back, splaying submissively.

“Of course. Just so you know who’s in charge, and don’t think of getting any ideas. Spitfire’s stronger than you, and you see how that turned out didn’t you?” She chuckled, the sound low, devious, making the white pegasus shudder. “Now, I heard a little story about something….unusual happening in here, last week. Care to share, studslut?”

He gulped, shaking his head. “U-uhm….no? Er, I mean no. I ah...c-can’t think of what you might’ve h-GLK!” He gripped his neck, the collar tightening around it. A choking collar?!

“Oh please, and you’d just been so good for me...tsk tsk, you’ll learn.” She stalked closer, before grabbing his ear, tugging him close to one of the groups of showerheads, wrapping the leash around his arms and wrists, yanking them behind his back down from his neck from his struggles. “Oh relax, I won’t kill you. But here….let’s refresh your memory.”

He watched her then, seeing her fiddle with the controls, until all three heads were spraying hot water, one over him, the other two raining in different directions, the dominant mare keeping behind him, staying dry. He just looked back at her nervously, trying to figure out what she was trying to do. The warm water felt nice, at least, but as he watched her tie off the leash to the pole in front of him, and tug one of the unused heads down, revealing it to have extendable hosing behind it, he gasped, the collar loosening enough to breathe properly again. “W-what’re you….oh...oh wait w-wait no I’ll just aghh...h-hagh! C-cheriLEE!” He felt that metal between his rump, the mare twisting and pushing until it was wedged inside, filling his bowels steadily with the warm water. He tried to step away, only to flex his arms and feel the leash pulling. “C-cherilghk? Mrrgh….lp...lp...ulp…” His muzzle of course, found the second unused head wedged into it, the mare cruelly stuffing it until his cheeks puffed out, while he was forced to swallow water, even as his stomach was filled from the bottom too, quickly filling it.

She just rubbed his throat, looking him right in his wide, fearful eyes. “All coming back to you now dear?~” She smirked, playing with the hose leading to his rear as he began to swell out. Thankfully when he’d only swollen a few inches, she cut the water off. “I don’t think you need to explain yourself. From what I heard, you didn’t have much choice, or even mobility then…” She slapped his rump, making him clench on the head back there while his tail flagged. “What you can explain…” She reached around his front, feeling the swelling member inside the over-sized sheath pop free, sliding out to greet her teasing hand, flopping over his balls to fall down his leg. “Is this. Someone likes having a full belly hm?~ A big, uncontrollably swelling stomach?~”

Arctic could only feel himself growing quite warm, and embarrassingly enough, aroused, as his cock made itself known, beginning to firm up, her leather-clad palm certainly helping as it smoothly slid over his flare. “M-mhhh….mmmnn…..”

“You don’t need to try and deny it. There’s no fooling this - “ She squeezed his shaft. “Is there?” She grinned, before working his mast until it had risen up, pressed against the underside of his stomach. She only licked her black lips, grabbing the third head that had been spraying over him. “I don’t need to tell you where this is going, do I?~”

His ears already down, Arctic lowered his gaze, shaking his head, huffing softly, feeling his warm, full belly shifting over the bottom of his shaft with every little movement. “Mrph.”

She smiled, grabbing it and pulling the last to the head of his cock, turning the water back on, and pressing it to his urethra. Even with his extra size, the head was clearly too big to fit, but she held it flush to the tip, watching the underside of that cock bloat from tip to base, before the stallion gurgled around the flow in his mouth, a louder gurgling sounding from below his stomach, as his balls, already full of seed, began to swell further, the deep blue orbs stretching to contain the added burden. “Oh my….I’d wondered after those beads last time….but you’re….pretty versatile, aren’t you? Oh I can’t wait to have more fun with these…” She shut the water back off, pulling the head away, then tugging the others from his muzzle and rump, listening to him cough and start draining out. “But that’s later...for now, we need to get back to Spitfire before she...makes a mess of things.”

Author's Note

Here's the first part, mostly to release something to try and see if there's still interest in it. It's been quite tough to find time, but I've managed this so far. Still working on how I'm going to finish this chapter. I've got a rough idea, just need to figure out how it's logistically going to happen. Stay tuned, and thanks to those who've stuck around!

As always, comments are appreciated! Like something or hate it, let me know!

-GS