Chapters Mistress Shy's New Pet: Chapter One
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This one was a long time coming and, like the first series of Breeding a Future, it took a lot of tweaks and touch-ups to get it just so. There are eight chapters in this series, including the epilogue, and I will be posting one per week to space them out slightly.
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Mistress Shy's New Pet: Chapter One
Mistress Shy’s New Pet Chapter One
Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Anonymous
Arctic trotted through Ponyville, a Pegasus pony on a mission, but still with his head in the clouds. The pony with the white coat, tinted with the faintest hint of blue, kept up a steady pace, taking a shortcut between houses with charmingly thatched roofs that had to have been kept on through some kind of magical intervention, considering the crazy weather that still sometimes blew over from the Everfree Forest despite the best efforts of the pegasus ponies. The number of attacks and disturbances from magical creatures and evil-doers intent on, seemingly, bending the entire land of Equestria to its knees had also increased tenfold since Twilight Sparkle had banded together with that strange, oddball group of ponies, making life ever so much more interesting than it could have otherwise been. Not that he minded. It kept him on his toes. And, when all was said and done, he could have used a little more excitement in his life.
Arctic twisted his lips in a wry grin, cheeks flushing a delicate pink as the evening breeze picked up his deep blue mane from the back of his neck. Well, as long as it was excitement that he could watch unfold from a safe distance and not be in the thick of. He’d had more than enough of that lately, getting himself into suitably and inappropriately “sticky” situations.
No, he wouldn’t think of that again – not right then, at the very least. That would be just something more that got him into another awkward situation and he didn’t want that. Setting his jaw, the pony increased his pace, glancing back behind in a glimpse of that old paranoia that told him, subtly, that he was being followed. Of course, it was not true and so rarely was, but a pony of his kind couldn’t –
“Oof!”
He smacked into something solid and warm, falling back on his rump as his head spun. It took a moment of blinking rapidly – not the most flattering of expressions, it had to be said – for his vision to clear, although his head took a few seconds longer to stop spinning. He groaned and flicked his tail, dock trapped beneath his hindquarters, staggering back to all four hooves with all the grace of a sack of potatoes.
Before him, the pony that he had so rudely walked straight into sneezed and rubbed her nose, a pink spot forming on the end where he had clearly given her a right whack. But she was a pony that he could not have failed to recognise: a pony that had wandered her way, sweetly, into his fantasies from time to time with that long, flowing tail of hers and sweetly rounded hindquarters.
Oh, but she was a sweetheart, everyone knew that. Arctic grunted and rubbed the back of his neck, ruffling up his mane so that it stuck up in all directions.
“Pony-feathers, Fluttershy, so sorry...”
The pegasus pony blinked up at him, tail tucked down to her hindquarters and wings drooping as if it would have taken far too much energy for her to even think about raising them.
“Oh, um, excuse me…”
Fluttershy dipped her chin, hiding behind her long, pink forelock as she half-turned from the pony before her.
“No! I should have...” He fumbled for words, eyes wild and darting. “S-sorry...”
He trailed off, waving a hoof in the air awkwardly. A brown saddle bag with a pink butterfly for the clasp, which matched the cutie mark splashed across pony’s yellow coat, lay on the ground beside her, clearly having been knocked loose in the collision. Arctic leapt at the chance to redeem himself.
“I’ll get it!”
Arctic lunged for the saddle bag just as the Pegasus reached for it and knocked her hoof out of the way, scrambling for the bag as it bumped from hoof to hoof, contents spilling onto the grass. He gasped as she drew her hoof back, pressing it to her chest as her lips twisted in pain, as brief as it was; he hadn’t actually hit her that hard.
“Sorry,” he said again, scurrying back with his only desire being to extricate himself from the situation as swiftly as possible, shoving a packet of grass nuts back into her bag, along with a small purse. “Here, sorry, I’m...”
He meant to say he was going, but the Pegasus cut across him before he could finish, the stallion half stumbling over his own hooves in his attempt to escape.
“Oh, um, it’s quite alright.”
Arctic exhaled, cheeks puffing out. Of course, she didn’t mind. Fluttershy never minded. Actually, he couldn’t have possibly chosen a better pony to bump into without embarrassing himself beyond all belief. Celestia above – Fluttershy probably thought she’d been the one that had walked into him!
He smiled briefly, relief rising as his guard dropped, passing the saddle bag safely back into her hooves. And that dropping of his wariness was the biggest mistake he could have possibly made.
Arctic was a stallion, it was to be expected: his eyes wandered. He couldn’t help but let them trail down the curve of her back to her rump, the little raise in her tail as she wriggled to help the saddle bags he’d handed back settle more comfortably in the dip behind her withers. Fluttershy was not a pony that would have drawn the eye from the hotness factor – like some of the more heated mares in Ponyville that shameless, and rightly, flaunted their bodies – but she had been a model before and her inherent beauty could not have been denied by anypony.
He barely noticed the dress she wore – an ensemble from Carousel Boutique, no doubt – as he undressed her with his eyes, layers of floating, wafting fabric falling away as if they had never existed to begin with. The pleasant curve of her hindquarters drew in his eye and he licked his lips without thinking as he admired her form, need stirring between his hind legs as he adjusted his stance, unwittingly displaying his masculine assets. Fluttershy’s tail flowed down to the grass and he greedily drank in every detail that he could, from the light muscle in her back legs to the stronger shoulders, a set to her neck that spoke of many hours spent up hunched over one unwell animal or another. Everyone knew that her mission in life was to put animals first and he’d seen that time and time again, even if it was her body that had his attention at that moment in time, tilting his head ever so slightly, discreetly, to the side to see if he could sneak a look at her udders and teats.
He was not as discreet as he thought.
“Excuse me.”
Looking up, he found her eyes locked on his, a steel without the blue orbs that he would never, not in a million moons, have expected to find there. She set her front hooves together and drew herself up tall, a set to her jaw as her lips pressed together, ears sharply pricked, trained on him and him alone.
It terrified him.
He baulked, scrambling back with wide eyes and a tail clamped firmly down over his hindquarters.
Shit!
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” He rushed to get out, tripping over his words in his haste to get them out. “I really didn’t mean to – oh, pony-feathers! This is all going wrong! I mean, you just… It’s you… I didn’t, I mean, I wasn’t trying to –”
“Quiet.”
It only took one word and he was weak at the knees, jaw dropping as the formerly shy and meek mare drew herself up tall, seeming to gain a full hand herself in height. She tossed her head, flicking her forelock back out of her eyes and Arctic gulped, breath firmly lodged in the lump in his throat.
Those eyes smouldered . The chips of ice melted, though only to a more alluring stare that had him up on his hooves again in the blink of an eye, shocking awaiting her bidding.
And yet none was forthcoming. He awkwardly stood to attention, cheeks going redder and redder by the second as his sheath, humiliatingly, plumped out with the inevitable.
Oh, by Celestia, not now! Please not now!
Fluttershy pulled her saddle bags up closer to her withers and turned her shoulder on him, her glare hardly one to be reckoned with. Arctic shuffled and tried to look away, but found himself called back to her eyes again and again as if she had a hold on him that he could not explain, at least in the moment. He tried to shake himself, frozen in place. Was she using the Stare on him? The stallion shuddered. He thought that only worked on animals! Or was it something else entirely?
“You, colt, need to learn some respect.”
“Fluttershy, I know, I’m so, so –”
“Come with me.”
Arctic blinked.
“What? No! Fluttershy, I really am sorry!”
But she was already walking away, turning that glorious rump on him as her tail lifted just a little, allowing the folds of the dress to frame her backside. Against himself, Arctic groaned and tipped forward onto his front hooves, body yearning to follow while his mind reeled from the notion. He’d already embarrassed himself more than enough!
“I didn’t mean to stare,” he muttered lamely, hanging his head. “Please, Fluttershy, I am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart.”
She didn’t even pause to spare him a single glance back.
“I didn’t phrase that as a question.”
“But I have grocery shopping to do!” He cried, clutching at straws as his chance of escape slipped through his hooves. “Fluttershy, please! I just want to forget all about this and do my shopping!”
“You can do that later.”
He opened his mouth and then closed it again, groaning as the sway of her hindquarters became decidedly deliberate. She could not have sauntered more, showing off as if she knew, without even looking, just where his eyes were, if she’d tried.
“You have something to make up to me. I’m sure you know what.”
And that he could not argue with. Dipping his head, he resigned himself to his fate, trudging with one hoof carefully placed in front of the other as that wonderful rump waved before his muzzle. What stallion, after all, would have been able to resist her, even if they knew that it was a bad idea to follow a filly they’d just ogled in public – and been caught at too!
What he only later realised was that he’d wanted to go along with her the whole time. He’d never not been permitted escape, unless one counted the fact that he had denied the act of leaving to himself.
She closed the door of her cottage behind him and hung her wrap-around scarf up on the cloak rack, the gossamer-thin material catching the light as Angel bounced up to inspect the visitor. The rabbit folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at Arctic as if surveying the stallion for a task he did not yet know.
“Tea?”
Arctic bit his lip. What was the correct answer?
“Um… Yes…” He mumbled, staring at his hooves. “That would be lovely, thank you. Thank you very much for your kindness.”
As she trotted into the kitchen, he could have sworn there was an extra spring in her step, enough to lift her dress and show off those udders that he had been so trying to get a look at. Neat and pert, they were tucked right up in front of her hind legs, clearly marking her as a maiden mare. But the pinkness of them spoke of an innocence he longed to explore, wondering against himself just how it would feel to wrap his lips around each of those teats in turn, the sweet mare shuddering against him.
She was so easy to watch too, hindquarters moving softly and with purpose as she bustled around her kitchen while he stood, still close to the entrance, with his lower jaw slack and that accursed rabbit still starting at him with what could only be abject disapproval. Coughing into his hoof, Arctic shuffled his wings in closer to his back and looked away, cheeks hot and the tips of his ears pink.
A chipmunk and a squirrel ferried cups, saucers and a steaming pot of what had to be tea to the table, setting them across from each other. Arctic licked his lips, although there was little moisture left in his muzzle. Fluttershy smiled and dipped her muzzle to her animals, expression softening as she nuzzled the squirrel and let the little, brown animal climb up on top of her head.
“Thank you, friends.”
She was almost the pony, the shy and kind and sweet one that he’d thought she was before – before he’d been privy to that icy fire in her eyes. Almost, but not quite.
Her eyes locked onto his again and he frozen, breath locking up in his throat. There was something there, something more, something that made him want to hunker down to the floorboards, despite the slight lingering aroma of the many animals she kept, and await whatever came next from her.
“Now, sit.”
It was easy to obey and it seemed right to do so too. The least he could do was make the encounter as easy for her as possible. Her skirt flipped up to expose her hindquarters again as she tucked them beneath her on a round, three-legged stool, the squirrel scurrying off to do whatever it was that squirrels did when they weren’t assisting yellow ponies.
More tentatively, he eased onto the creaky stool opposite and stared down at his mug. She poured for him and he could not have wished more that it was possible to disappear into the steaming, milky liquid and slip away entirely. His heart hammered and he fought down the urge to flap his wings, nervous energy lancing through him like a crackling lightning strike. For all pegasi loved to fly and there could have been no better way to reference the pounding in his chest and the roar in his ears, both of which bore ill tidings as to the strength and power of the oncoming storm.
But small talk seemed to be on the cards for the Element of Kindness, at least to kick things off.
“Have you much shopping to pick up tonight?” She said, picking up her tea cup skilfully with one hoof and sipping from the brim. “
It was surreal – too surreal – but he had no choice but to answer. Those eyes would not let him.
“Not much... Just dinner... Some carrots...” He muttered, unable to look at her and instead looking at her chest where it disappeared into the sweetheart neckline of her dress. “Some more elderflower cordial would be nice, but I didn’t really, um... I didn’t have anything much in mind.”
Dear Celestia – could he ramble any more? The Pegasus blushed heavily and poked at the saucer, tea sloshing over the edge of his cup.
“That’s nice, I do like a glass of elderflower cordial myself.”
Helplessly, Arctic nodded. What could he say that wouldn’t make him come off as a fool? Or perhaps that chariot had long since sailed. He tipped forward, studying the grain of the table – the table that was distinctly blocking his view of the pony who had so quickly become a subject that made his sheath plump out and balls stir with the need to cum.
He frowned. Damn it! Why couldn’t she just let him go and relieve himself back at home where he was safe and could run through fantasy after fantasy of her and her body without interruption or embarrassment? Every stallion did it! Did she think she was being kind, treating it like a tea date when she had practically ordered him to come along with her? Was it her way of smoothing things over?
Apparently not. Fluttershy set her tea down and fixed him with a stare that had him squirming on the stool, the base rocking and threatening to tip.
“Now, I couldn’t help but notice that somepony’s eyes were wandering, on our meeting. Do you happen to know who that pony was, Arctic?”
Oh Celestia – he’d rather have had the small talk! Blushing furiously, he fixed his eyes on his tea, steam curling sinuously from the slowly cooling surface.
“I, uh… Fluttershy, um…”
“Drink your tea.”
Unable to do anything but obey, he gulped down a mouthful, lowering his head to the cup rather than bring it to his lips.
“Don’t lie to me, Arctic.”
His wings sagged, drooping like a saggy washing line stretched by the wind.
“I’m not lying to you...”
“It’s not the full truth either. Drink your tea.”
He automatically took a sip and then another. Was it sweeter than normal? Shrugging, he focused on the drink, gulping it down until there was nothing left. And then there was nothing that could distract him from the pony before him and he was forced to look up at her, ears slanted sadly out to the sides and eyes plaintively wide and pleading.
“I didn’t mean to look, Fluttershy, but you’re just so beautiful.”
It sounded lame even to his ears, but he still pressed on, as hopeful as ever.
“You don’t even need to wear a dress like that to look so lovely, Fluttershy, but it just draws the eye...” He sighed. “That doesn’t excuse my attention, however, and I am sorry. It was rude and...”
He trailed off, eyes falling unfocused, the wooden grain of the table blurring before his eyes. Something stirred in the pit of his stomach and, to his horror, the flat tip of his cock pushed from its sheath. He clamped his jaw shut and pushed the tea cup across the table, trying to distract himself in any way possible, thinking of anything that could possibly be unsexy: bunnies, kittens, that squirrel scratching over one of the wooden beams, the faint stench of urine from an animal mess that had not quite been cleaned up with due attention.
It didn’t help. It didn’t help one little bit. His cock pushed up to the bottom of the table and he hunched forward, striving to contain himself even if it was impossible to stop his body from responding once it had begun. Arctic let out a whimper as Fluttershy’s head tilted in what had to be concern, lips parted to speak – but he rushed in clumsily, heading her off as his cock pulsed and pre-cum pooled at the tip. He could still save things!
“Um, I mean...” He fought for words, batting at them as they tumbled from his hold, cock slapping the underside of the table. “There’s nothing I could have done... No, that’s not it. I shouldn’t have...”
The cups jumped on the table as his cock jerked and spurted, a splatter of pre-cum that should not have been so productive so soon shooting across the clean floorboards. Fluttershy squeaked and leapt from her stool, running around the table as Arctic moaned and swivelled away, letting his swollen shaft throb up into full, lewd view.
The Pegasus gasped and reared back on her hind legs, mouth comically agape as she hung there, just for a moment. When she fell back to all four hooves, Arctic groaning and grasping his cock as if he could force it back into its plump pony sheath, her lips set into a thin, hard line. He would only later come to learn what a dangerous expression that was to find on her normally sweet, kind face. There were many sides to Fluttershy that he had not known on the eve of that fateful meeting, that first sip of tea.
“Arctic! I am shocked by you!”
Screwing up her muzzle, Fluttershy gestured at his shaft, tail flicking in sheer agitation.
“Fluttershy – I’m so sorry, I didn’t think, I don’t know what’s happening!”
He scrambled back off the stool, the seat flying into the table as he forced himself away, cock growing and swelling to lewd proportions. Sweat rolled down his forehead and trickled behind his ears as he gaped at in horror, balls as hefty and full as they’d ever been. Only now they were on full show for the Pegasus pony he’d been trying to make amends with – or at least not humiliate himself further in front of. Yet that no longer seemed possible.
“Quiet! It seems that you need to be taught some respect! I thought you were better than this, Arctic!”
And then there was something around his head as feathered wings swept across his face and shoulders, Fluttershy securing something flat and cool around his head. He twisted as she grabbed what could only be a set of reins and yanked him up onto his hooves – a difficult feat indeed with his huge dick swaying and bobbing beneath his stomach as if trying to point directly towards his target. And the round rump of the mare was the only possible target in the room.
“Come with me!” Fluttershy snapped, words laced with an aggression that no one not in the know would have expected from her. “Stallions must learn respect in my presence! And you, colt, have none of it! You’re not even worthy of the name!”
He gaped, but she yanked the reins, towing him brutally away to a doorway beneath the staircase. The animals had long since scattered as the pony mare cursed to herself and kicked the door open, hauling him along with her with surprising strength for such a small pony. But that was not the only surprise she had in store for him, alongside the revelations that had come to light so far.
As she started down the first step, her tail flicked up her dress just enough to show off a glimpse of her marehood, plump and winking as if she was excited herself. It was brief, but Arctic would have later sworn that she was already dripping – perhaps with excitement. But why oh why she would possibly want to show off her body and demonstrate her readiness to mare, to be covered, to him, the stallion would never know.
But he could not prevent his body from reacting even as he reeled back, trying and failing to hold himself in check. His oversized horse-cock flexed and shot a huge dollop of pre-cum – it shouldn’t have been possible, but, well, it was one of the side-effects of his certain condition, an embarrassing one at that that he was simply over-productive – to splatter right across that rump and dress he’d so admired. Arctic gasped as Fluttershy slowly looked back over her shoulder, eyes narrowing so that they were little more than slits. From a pink-haired Element of Kindness, there could have been no look that stimulated greater dread in his heart as the glob of pre-cum rolled down her backside, staining her coat.
“You’ll pay for that.”
He had no doubt he would, but how was not a question that he could answer. Arctic tried to hang his head, show his repentance, his shame for what he’d done, but any pleas that he forced from his lips fell on deaf ears as she dragged him into the darkness without even bothering to take a lamp with them. Down, down, down, the stallion clopped, struggling to walk with such a massive shaft dangling so lewdly between his legs. How could she expect him to go? He hadn’t meant to do anything! And yet he was forced to keep walking by her will and something deeper, cock swaying and bobbing as if it was intent on tripping him up even as pre-cum slopped lewdly from the flat tip.
There was to be no evading her; perhaps, even then, he understood it. Hooves clattered over wooden steps as Fluttershy led the cowed, shaking, bridled stallion into her basement. His fate, however, was yet to be decided.
By her hooves and her hooves alone, of course.
For where would be the fun in letting anyone else get first go at her potential new pet?
Mistress Shy's New Pet: Chapter Two
Mistress Shy’s New Pet Chapter Two
Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Anonymous
The basement was pitch black and Arctic stumbled down the last few steps as the reins were cruelly yanked, tugging him off-balance. It was cruel and it was mean and it was so not the Fluttershy he was used to, but it made his cock throb all the harder. He slipped in his own pre-cum as he followed her, balls swinging heavily from side to side. And yet his mind still did not truly catch up with the situation at hand as his hooves, once again, hit flat ground, his sense of reality swayed and skewed beyond all recognition.
She dropped the reins, leaving in the middle of the room as she disappeared into the darkness with one final word flung forth in her wake.
“Stay.”
Arctic baulked and ruffled his wings, swinging his head from side to side as a small amount of light filtered down the staircase that they had descended.
“You’re a stallion that needs to be taken down a peg or two.”
Her voice came from the darkness and he shivered, openly panting as he shook his head, a futile attempt to get the bridle off his muzzle. He could have rubbed it off with his hoof, but the latex straps – it had to be latex too, nopony would use leather in Equestria – were drawn too tight and his tongue lolled out pinkly.
“But you’re not a stallion, are you?”
Arctic bristled.
“Yes, I am. And you’re going to let me out of here right now, Fluttershy! This isn’t a game!”
“Ah, so you do have some balls besides the ones between your legs.”
He reeled: the mare could not be so crude! But his distraction was his undoing as a manacle snapped closed around his hind fetlocks with a sickening clack of steel on steel. They yanked back in a rattle of chains, knocking him clean off his hooves and the breath from his lungs. Slammed hard onto the smooth floor, the stallion grunted, head spinning, helpless to stop her as she drew them taut, turning a crank to drag him back a length or so, lips twisted cruelly.
Scrabbling, he tried and failed to get his hind legs beneath him as Fluttershy stepped back into the light, having shed the layers of her dress to stand before him in the nude. Of course, ponies went about without clothes all the time in Ponyville, but there was still something alluring about a pony who had just removed herself of what covering she had, the protection leaving one vulnerable in the most delectable of ways.
Posing before him as if she was on the cover of a fashion magazine once again, Fluttershy wickedly lifted her tail, showing him just another flash of her winking, pulsing marehood. Between her thighs, tucked up close to her smooth stomach, her tiny buds of teats begged his attention and Arctic groaned against himself as he leaned forward, cock throbbing as it spurted copious amounts of pre-cum. He couldn’t help himself – any stallion would have had to have lost his mind to now want her, just as she was.
“You wanted this, didn’t you, Arctic?” She whispered, eyelashes seductively lowered. “You wanted to see me like this, in nothing but my natural coat?”
The stallion gaped and made a strangled noise. Of course, it was true, but he couldn’t say that! Struggling against his bonds, he squealed and kicked out, tail clamped down.
“Is this some kind of sick joke? Fluttershy – I said I’m sorry! What more do you want from me? Tell me and I’ll do it!”
The Pegasus mare smiled .
“Wrong answer.”
He didn’t see the manacles that she slapped around his front hooves coming, the metal digging in as she yanked his forelegs from beneath him. He’d only been halfway back to his hooves, but the chains rattling tight pulled him back to the floor, cracking his jaw on the way down. Arctic groaned, head spinning as the room seemed to dip and sway, the light taking on a grey tinge for several sickening moments.
“You’ll learn.”
She poked his rump as he tried to get back to his hooves, head lowered and ears drooping. Snorting, Arctic lifted a hind hoof and wobbled, his threat to kick hardly convincing.
“Fluttershy – stop it!”
She giggled, batting her eyelashes at him, demonstrating the strength of her position as she caressed and prodded his rump, even lifting his tail to get a good look underneath.
“Oh, aren’t you a talkative one! You think that’s going to stop me taking what I want from you? You really want me to stop, pet?”
Arctic shuddered, trying to force his tail down to no avail. Pet?
“I’ll let you in on a little secret, my sweet stallion,” she breathed, leaning in to whisper into his ear. “I’ve been looking for a new pet, ever since my last one left. They needed a more moderate mistress. I am anything but moderate.”
Pulling her head back, she stared deeply into his eyes, though there was nothing of love, companionship or romance in them, but a dark, lawless lust that sent shivers down his spine. Arctic opened and closed his mouth several times, grunting as he struggled to force words out, mind clunking into gear.
She wanted to make him her pet ? What herbs was the mare on ?
“No!” He slammed a hoof into the ground, teeth set as he strained and fought. “I don’t want this – get away from me! I’ll tell everyone what you’re doing down here! Nobody will ever come near you again!”
“Oh, poor Arctic...” She crooned, tail swishing as she turned her back on him once more. “I wonder when you’ll work it out?”
With that, she forced his head up and back, chains straining at his hooves enough to keep his attention on staying upright, if splayed out nearly prostrate. The metal bit she forced between his teeth, into the gap at the back of his mouth, was cold and stank of metal polish. He snorted and squealed, gnashing his teeth together until she spat a curse – most unbecoming of the Element of Kindness! – and struck him square across the muzzle. He whimpered and worked his jaw, allowing her moments enough to strap the bit tightly into place, gagging him with an implement that had not been used on ponies since torture had been ruled out several centuries ago.
There were still some uses for the devices in circulation, however, and Fluttershy had learned to make good use of them with the “toys” she brought home for her entertainment. Smiling coldly at her bound and gagged pet, his chest heaving, she stalked around him in a tight circle, a predator admiring their catch before feasting.
“I suggest you don’t fight me anymore, pet. It really isn’t the best idea. It didn’t work out very well for the last one and they ended up leaving. You could learn to love this if only you give it a chance.”
He lunged for her, eyes desperate, and she tightened the chains a notch more, forcing him to balance precariously if he was not to plant himself face down on the specially designed latex floor once more. She ran a hoof down his back and under his flank to explore his cock, the object that had caught her attention initially. The Pegasus mare cooed softly as she rubbed the full length with her hooves, encircling the girth with a wing and trailing her feathers sensually down the shaft.
Arctic gasped and shuddered, unable to help himself. Even as his mind pulled back from the situation, overcome with shock and horror at being treated so callously, bound very much so against his will. Yet his will slipped away with the energy from his body, sweat marking his flanks and stifle, hair matted and swirled with dark pastes of sweat. He flapped his wings – the only part of him thus far not subjected to bondage – and groaned open-mouthed as she pumped his length with both hooves, even letting one trail down to caress his large, heavy balls.
“Oh...” He moaned, head dipping as if he could not support the weight of it anymore. “F-feathers... Oh, my...”
“Oh, a pet likes that now, does he?” She crooned, putting a hoof beneath his chin to force him to look up at her. “Maybe there’s a little more where that came from... If he’s a very good pony.”
“Let me go...” He whispered, closing his eyes. “I won’t tell anyone. I’m so sorry. This was all nothing more than I deserved, but you’ve had your fun. I’ll never look at another mare again after this... I’m sorry, I’m truly so very sorry, Fluttershy...”
Her eyes burned into his.
“No.”
Arctic’s chest heaved, nervous, anxious breaths fluttering by his nostrils as blood roared in his ears. But her hooves were back on his cock and it was hard to think of anything else as she teased him, intent on one purpose and one purpose alone as a traitorous orgasm crept closer and closer with every passing second.
But she had to get one command in first, if she was to take him truly under her wing.
“And now you are to call me Mistress Shy, pet.”
Arctic licked his lips, eyes rolling back into his skull as she pumped his shaft, pleasure coursing through him that he had not had the delight to feel since his last marefriend. And, truth be told, that had been a while ago. Too long ago.
“I’m...not...” The words were thick in his muzzle, a struggle to force from his lips. “No... Not calling you that. No. ”
“Oh, but you will, pet, and you’re so close already,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded with smoky lust; she was a mare that would never need make-up. “You wouldn’t be here now if you weren’t already drawn in by me. You could have left at any time and yet you still followed me down to my basement.”
He groaned and shook his head, but sealed his lips closed as he could not, truly, refute what she said. Perhaps a part of him, a subconscious part, had seen the dominance in the mare and instinctively wanted to know more, following her like a lamb to slaughter. He’d really walked head over heels into his own fate, but that sure as Tartarus didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.
“No,” he said, raising his voice even as his tongue lolled out and those hooves worked him over even more wonderfully.
“You’re close, aren’t you, Arctic?”
The Pegasus stallion groaned and tucked his chin down to his chest, wings spread and feathers quivering.
“Oh, you are. You really are.”
He moaned, trying to rock his hindquarters to thrust into her grasp, but there was nothing he could do if he didn’t want to fall flat on his face, held in place by mental and physical bonds. Arctic panted heavily and flagged his tail, balls trying to pull up closer to his body as he came to the very brink...
And the mare backed off, hooves drifted almost casually away from his raging hard-on as if she had not had all that much interest in him anyway.
“You want me to touch you now, pet?” She whispered, eyes dancing darkly. “Well, call me your mistress then and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you cum.”
Arctic moaned and hung his head, yet did not reply. She pulled herself up straighter, taller, a more imposing air to her stance.
“Have it your way then. It is always more fun to break them down first.”
And, shockingly, her hooves and wings returned to his shaft and balls, lips nuzzling over the flaring head of his cock as if she was going to take it into her mouth – but that would have been too low a level for such a mare to stoop to. No, she was not the one on her knees, sucking cock and trying to please. It was the stallion’s job to please her and this one was just going to have to learn like all the others.
Thankfully, they were easily susceptible to the lures of the body...
“Such a fine pet you’ll make me...” She murmured, layering kiss after kiss over his balls, fat and churning with cum. “You just need to be shown the right way to behave, little one.”
His head rolled from side to side, tongue lolling out uselessly over the bit. He wanted her, so badly, but he didn’t want what she was doing him. Just the end result would be fine, if he could have that and that alone, but it seemed that they were a package deal with the dominant mare and her smoky eyes. Arctic groaned as she nuzzled between his balls, wings fluttering sensually along the pulsing, throbbing length of his cock. How did she do that to him? Sure, he’d mounted other mares before and gotten himself into more than his fair share of difficult situations in the sexual department. His cock, being on the larger side, limited the number of sexual partners that were willing to actually take him inside them and even the teasing caresses of her hooves and wings drove him towards a peak that he didn’t believe he could actually have.
Memory was a terribly tantalising thing at times. As the Pegasus stallion groaned and panted, wings flapping helplessly in his bondage, Fluttershy gave his balls a hard squeeze. And that alone would have been enough to send him over the edge of she had not clamped her hoof down over the head of his shaft, closing off the urethra so that true orgasm, as close and thrumming as it was, simply wasn’t within his reach. Fluttershy made sure of that. He grunted and thrust as much as he could, tail flagged as if to cum, but there was nothing he could do but submit to her torturous desires, succumbing to the urge.
He could do nothing else.
Fluttershy giggled and cooed as his balls swung and trembled, trying to pull up in orgasm – truth be told, with nuts as large as his, it was a side more obvious, which she also found quite alluring – as they filled up with cum, backed up under her will and her will alone. The stallion grunted and panted heavily, eyes wide as he stared down at his balls, impossible to miss due to the size as they swelled and swelled, needing release that was, shockingly denied. Fluttershy giggled wickedly as she refused to let him ejaculate properly, re-directing his cum back into his terribly overfilling pony nuts.
Fascinated by them, Fluttershy poked his swollen balls and the stallion shuddered, that slight stimulation making him want to cum right then and there, but it wasn’t enough: nothing would be enough if she had her way about it. Fluttershy, after all, was a pro at what she did and she wouldn’t be a dominant of the name at all unless she could keep a stallion right on the brink until she was sure he was well and truly under her control.
That wouldn’t take long, from experience. Arctic tried to gnaw the inside of his cheek, but he couldn’t with the bit lodged over his tongue at the back of his mouth. The stallion groaned and swayed, barely staying upright. It was a blessing that she had left his wings blissfully free, for at least he could spread them for some semblance for balance, although he wasn’t sure just how much help they actually were. His feathers shivered as he splayed them out, primaries twitching as if wishing to take flight, the stretch luxurious in its simplicity. Somehow, in the back of his mind, Arctic knew that it would not, however, last for long.
Small freedoms were best enjoyed when available. One never knew when they might be snatched away.
The stallion’s balls churned, his body working overtime to try to replace what it thought had been spent – oh, the curses of being so productively over-productive in that department! – as the veins stood out on his thick shaft and hefty orbs. Arctic moaned openly, head hanging, and Fluttershy smirked, giving him just the lightest of touches up the length of his shaft: a tease and nothing more.
Arctic whimpered as if she’d struck him, though he bucked and fought to push into the pressure, wanting more even as his body screamed that it couldn’t take it. He had to take it. He had to take every last bit of it. The stallion shuddered. He wanted it.
“Does a pet want to cum?” She giggled. “Oh my, I didn’t think they’d go this large... You are an interesting pet indeed!”
Arctic moaned and shook his head.
“A pity... I thought you’d be easier to break. You do make it fun for me, don’t you , pet?”
But he had nothing to say, his body at her whim and completely and utterly under her control.
“I almost don’t think you needed that aphrodisiac, pet...” She murmured, her eyes lidded. “You only needed a push in the right direction. It wouldn’t have taken anything at all to get this stallion-cock hard for me now, would it?”
Arctic mumbled around the gag, fighting to talk with it in his mouth.
“Mmmph... No...”
Fluttershy held up a hoof to her ear as his cock pulsed, darkening with blood and raw need.
“What was that? I can’t hear you!”
Arctic moaned, tonguing the bit lethargically, his whole body operating on a knife-edge.
“No!” He grunted, ears back and drooling trailing from the corner of his mouth. “No!”
But it was the yes she’d been looking for even if not the one that Arctic had thought would be his redemption. The pony shuddered and moaned as he shot towards climax again, but the Pegasus mare only sealed his cock shut again as his balls worked, expanding with trapped cum as the pony panted and rolled his eyes, coming down from his faux peak, interestingly, like he would have if he’d actually cum in her hooves.
“Curious... I think you might nearly be there, pet. Let me help you along.”
Traitorously, his heart leapt, but his release was not to be as she merely trotted off and re-emerged a moment later with a metal ring in her mouth. Carefully, she separated it into two halves and sealed it around the base of his shaft, grunting softly as she exerted effort to get the ring to snap closed again. Although Arctic had never seen a cock ring before, its effect was instantaneous as it applied pressure to his pole, sealing the cum-vein shut.
Arctic groaned, head falling back, mane clinging to his damp, sweaty neck. He swore his balls got larger still at that very moment, pulsing and seeming to visibly shiver with their rising need to release. Part of him thought he had cum already and that it was all one big orgasm that went on and on, but the pain and desperation of his body and, of course, his balls told a different story indeed.
Fluttershy’s eyes glinted as she stroked his cock, able to play and toy with it without fear of accidentally pushing him all the way over the edge with the stallion’s climax suitably denied. She tugged at the bit, lifting it in his mouth so that speech, if only for a moment, was allowed in the freeing of his thick, fleshy tongue.
“Do you want to cum, pet?”
“Ohhh...” He moaned. “Please... Yes, please, please let me cum!”
Her eyes glinted.
“You’ll have to say it then, pet.”
And he knew just what she meant. This time, the words leapt to his lips as if they had always meant to be there, only needing a little push in the right direction.
“Please, Mistress Shy, please let me cum.” The words rushed from his muzzle, tumbling over one another in their haste to be released. “I’ll do anything for you, please just let me cum, Mistress Shy, please, oh please, oh please!”
“That’s a good boy.”
The mare disappeared into the darkness, leaving him to slump down to the floor; his legs simply couldn’t hold him up anymore. His balls were so large by that point that he had to scramble to get his hind hooves beneath him, tail hopelessly raised as he humped and ground and strove for an orgasm that he was starting to lose hope was ever coming. Fluttershy’s hoof on his rump would have made him jump if he’d had the energy to do so, but the slick, viscous fluid she smeared beneath his tail was more of a shock than anything else.
Later, he would learn that she was being kind.
“Maybe a bit more of that and, one day, you may be allowed to.”
His eyes widened in horror and he tried to whinny, call for help – anything – as she shoved what had to be a cock even larger than his into his tail hole. He didn’t want that! Anything but that! He could not tell how big it was, only that it stretched his anal ring out more than any back passage had any right to be stretched. She crammed it into him without care of consideration for his wellbeing and Arctic was forced to take every last inch she fed under his tail, driving it in deep with a low, needy croon herself.
“I’ll have to test out that muzzle of yours myself sometime soon, pet. You have no idea how hot this is making me!”
Perhaps he would have had more of an idea if he had had the sense of mind to pay attention to her, but it was his need that ruled him above all else, mingled with salty tears running down his cheeks. Why hadn’t she asked what he liked? Why was she only concerned with using him? He’d never ever, not even once, had anything up under his tail! He wasn’t like that!
But she didn’t care. She didn’t care one bit.
“Oh, poor pet,” she murmured. “Do – you – not – like – this?”
She punctuated her words with a particularly savage thrust, driving the faux cock deep. Arctic hissed around the gag, drooling copiously.
“That’s really too bad... You’re going to have a lot more of it, little pet.”
Fluttershy entertained herself with his body as his balls grew, keeping his hindquarters lifted from the floor as if they were pillows, thrusting the dildo under his tail as if to mimic the actions of a stallion rutting him. But it was her hooves and muzzle, that wicked flick of her small, neat tongue, that drove him on more and more.
She pinched and smacked his balls, clinching them with small, hard clamps that increased and decreased in pressure with her adjustments, the Pegasus giggling whenever she found a particularly sensitive spot that made him squirm all the more deliciously. His endurance failed before she was done with him and the Pegasus mare grinned deviously as she held up a blue potion to his lips, the vial of liquid bubbling faintly.
“Drink up, pet!” She said in a singsong voice, the voice that should have been of an angel but was far, far from angelic. “This will help!”
Twisting his head away, Arctic moaned and closed his eyes against the sight of her, balls aching, flanks aching – well, everything ached. She wrestled his head back to her with a growl that could have rivalled that supposedly friendly bear of hers, wrenching his muzzle open with a strength that shocked even him.
It was wrong. He wouldn’t give in.
She’d have to make him.
“You will drink!” She snapped, eyes intense. “You will not defy me, pet!”
And so his head was forced back, the liquid – Celestia knew what it was! – slipping down his throat as she massaged it, coaxing him to swallow. He gulped, eyes watering as a warm tingle spread through his body, a part of him wanting to do what she willed even as he rebelled and resisted. It was what he was meant to do, wasn’t it?
And, still, he wanted to be there, right where he was. It was his place, was it not? Arctic’s head drifted, thoughts hazy. Was the potion messing with his mind? Only later would he learn that it was solely his true desires flooding to the surface, need mingling with reality in the most divine of manners.
The toy in his tail hole was swapped for something ridged that ground with devious deliciousness over his prostate with every thrust, potions tipped down his throat to keep his stamina and need, every inch of his coat burning as if lit on fire by Celestia’s sun itself. That need grew with every potion too and he could only assume, through an all-consuming haze of raw, passionate lust, that it was a far more potent aphrodisiac than what she had originally given him. But it did the trick and the stallion groaned feebly as he tried to rock back on the toy in his rump, the ridges teasing as she cooed and pumped it into him.
“There you go, pet,” she said, flush with praise. “You’ll do better when you’re broken. But you just need a little help getting there, don’t you?”
Twisting his head back and forth, Arctic panted open-mouthed, tongue lolling as the cock worked and drove into his tail hole, tail trying to jerk up as if his body was trying to give her better access. And, little by little, his obedience grew. It was easier, after all, to not think too much about what he was doing, what she was asking – no, ordering – him to do and he told himself, in an attempt to stifle that rebellious corner of his mind, that he was only doing what she wanted because he simply had no nothing choice.
Although he did have a choice. He could have struggled and fought and not given in until every last drop of energy had left his body. He could have screamed for help and thrashed and made it so difficult for her that she would have given up on him, perhaps asking Twilight for a memory spell to take a particularly unpleasant day from his mind. He didn’t know if that was even possible, or if other pets she’d dragged down to her basement had suffered similarly, but he did not know that some wicked, dark corner of his being loved what she was doing to him.
But it was wrong. So wrong. Arctic grunted and turned his head as she pushed it to the side, chains clinking musically. It was almost a comfort to know that they were there too, keeping him safe, although Fluttershy had evidently chained him to make sure that he wouldn’t want to escape. But he leaned into the bondage as if for reassurance, opening his mouth more willingly to take another potion down his throat – this time a red one that brought fresh life to his limbs and alertness to his mind.
“What a good pet you are...”
Oh, but it made his traitor of a heart leap to hear those words, the stallion whimpering as he obeyed her command to push back onto an even larger dildo, one truly designed to stretch him to his limit. That one he had to think about, panting and whimpering and wondering if she was going to stretch him so much that he simply split open – but his mistress would never have allowed him to come to any harm. He only learned that later, however, and the edge of fear had him twisting and mumbling, trying to form the words that he couldn’t do it, couldn’t take it, that it was just too big.
Yet she was there, her hoof running down his back as he arched into her, though barely able to move. It was reassuring and terrifying at the same time and Arctic tried to flick his tail, dock pulling, as the toy squeezed its way ever deeper.
“Keep pushing, pet.”
He jerked into action instantly, a puppet to the puppeteer’s hoof and ground his rear back, only drawn up short by the chains. His balls too stymied his motion but the effort and attempt was there as he bounced helplessly on them, grunting and groaning as she used her hoof too to cram every last inch of the dildo in to the hilt.
“See, I knew you could do it. Mistress is so proud of you.”
He blushed with misplaced pride and lowered his nose back to the floor, panting heavily as she took advantage of his exhausted submission – it was at least a start – with his rear pushed up in the air. The mare near enough vibrated with the excitement of playing with a new pet, every twitch and shudder of his body bringing her a fresh wave of delight. More and more, she pushed him and pushed herself to a fever pitch, murmuring softly to him as she pounded his tail hole with the thick toy.
It was new. It was divine. It was every bit of what she’d hoped it would be, what she’d hoped he would be for her.
But, eventually, Fluttershy tired of him. The best part of training, after all, was leaving the pet to think about their actions and what became them. The final insult was the vibrator she strapped to his shaft, which buzzed to life on a pulsing cycle, seeming to delight in the torture it could supply him, even as an inanimate object.
Fluttershy blew him a kiss and shook her tail at him, only pausing at the base of the stairs to throw one more snippet back over her shoulder. In her wake, her pet groaned and pleaded, lips fumbling for mumbled words that didn’t really mean anything sensible at all. But that was okay. She was sure he’d come around a little more in the morning.
Maybe.
The vibrator switched into overdrive and Arctic whimpered, hips rocking over his vastly overfilled balls. Fluttershy giggled, covering her lips demurely with the tip of a hoof.
“Think about what you can do for me, pet, until I return for you.”
Leaving the Pegasus bound, wings strapped down to his back, every last hope of escape dashed, Fluttershy skipped from her basement with a song on her lips, the heady aroma of a lustful mare lingering behind for long after she left.
It was that scent more than the cock ring sealed tight around his shaft that kept him hard and ready into the early hours of the morning and beyond. He never did get to fetch his groceries, humping wantonly against the floor as if that action alone would bring him some manner of relief. The toy filling his tail hole bumped against his prostate every time he moved, only serving to drive him on to ever greater heights of masculine need. Although there was nothing masculine about being bound and abused by a Pegasus mare who anyone would have expected to be as sweetly submissive as anypony.
He guessed he was wrong about that too. Very wrong, in fact.
Arctic moaned and pressed his cheek to the cold floor, chains rattling in the dark while his balls swelled and swelled.
He did not sleep that night.
Mistress Shy's New Pet: Chapter Three
Mistress Shy’s New Pet Chapter Three
Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by anonymous
Fluttershy took her time the next morning, humming a tune to herself as she fed the animals, one by one, and took care of herself. The hot water of the shower caressed her flank as she turned her muzzle up into the stream, letting it wash away the sweat and strain of the night before. It was hard work with a new pet, but the training would pay off soon enough, she was sure.
A tiny, barely noticeable smirk pulled at her lips. It always had before.
Breakfast, of course, came before him too and she shared a corner of her toast with Angel before, finally, moseying down to the basement to check on her perhaps not so willing charge. This time, she switched on the light and descended the wooden stairs in brightness, each step of her hooves ringing hollowly into the space below. But what she found there would never have been expected, not even in her wildest imagining and craziest dreams.
“Oh dear...” She smiled, covering her mouth with a hoof. “It seems like someone had a lot of fun last night.”
Arctic groaned, head rolling from side to side as he blinked and came back up from a light sleep, although deep sleep had not been his for the night. He had begun to doubt that it would ever be his again if Fluttershy had her way about it. The stallion’s rump was pushed high in the air, hooves absolutely nowhere able to touch the ground with how much his balls had swollen, fat and pulsing with the need to cum. He was huge, terribly so, and his body needed its release one way or another. With how large his balls had become, it was no wonder that he had trouble spending himself to completion on most days, though he would have much preferred to not have his tail poking up quite so high, the steep angle difficult for his front hooves to maintain. Although his body thought it had cum, the toy shoved under his tail still stretching him out as if he was a whore on show and the vibrator secured to his shaft, cycling through to deliver burst after burst of pleasure that never quite erupted into the joy of a true orgasm.
Fluttershy ran her hoof down his back and he shuddered, lacking the energy even to push into her touch as electric energy tingled through him at that light tease alone. Every nerve-ending in his body seemed to be on red alert, overly sensitive for the smallest sensation as his cock twitched and throbbed, the cock ring sealing yet another load of cum inside his balls.
He was barely aware of Fluttershy caressing his balls as she walked around him, cooing in what had to have been sick delight as she stroked his backside. Closing his eyes, Arctic moaned and dipped his nose down to the floor, neck aching – no. Everything in his body ached, not just his neck, as if he had been flying for hours on hours, stuck on weather duty in the biggest storm of the century.
Fluttershy was that storm. The mare murmured to herself and laid her wing over his hindquarters, the primaries trailing down to his over-inflated balls.
“Well, I can’t let all this go to waste now, can I?” She giggled, giving his balls a crude prod that drew a groan from her charge. “Let me fix that, my adorable little pet.”
If he’d been in his right mind, he would have better taken in the room he’d been locked in all night and watched her with due terror as she wheeled the collection container and hose set over to him, pump already attached as if she’d planned to use it all along. She sealed it down around the head of his cock as he blinked and swung his head towards her, a lack of understanding in her eyes, but she only patted his head condescendingly, removing the toy from his rump and the vibrator from his shaft. He panted and shivered, wings trying to spread but tied down too tightly to his back to even put up much of a fight. The very last thing to come off was the cock ring, but that was not quite enough to get him to cum, the Pegasus over-stimulated and far too needy for such a small release to push him over the edge after hours on hours of being kept on the edge.
Fluttershy murmured to him, a hoof on his rump as he trembled, breaking out in a cold sweat over an already matted coat.
“Easy now, pet...”
And, finally, Fluttershy switched on the pump to its very lowest setting, allowing one of her favourite toys to do the work for her. That was the best thing, wasn’t it? To have something or someone to do the hard tasks for her, while she took all the enjoyment and pleasure for herself? Fluttershy’s eyes glittered and she tucked her tail down over a flushed, winking marehood as her excitement showed through. And it was all so very worth it, just as she’d expected it to be. Only it was more still.
Arctic groaned long and low as his balls, finally, were released, ever so slowly deflated as a steady stream of cum poured into the container, thick and creamy. Against herself, Fluttershy licked her lips and tapped the container, fascinated by the sheer volume he produced, draining his balls without any sense of pleasure.
But a problem swiftly became apparent as the Pegasus twisted and moaned, helpless in his bonds to resist her preparing him for his balls to, yet again, be filled. For he had no illusions that his torture and abuse was over, even if parts of it had admittedly been pleasurable. No, the stallion was so over-productive that the cum in the container quickly passed the three-quarter mark, racing towards becoming completely full as if Arctic was actively trying to fill it. In all truth, however, he had no choice in the matter.
“Heavens! This will never do!”
Fluttershy flapped her wings and stroked her chin, tilting her head to the side.
“But where to put it all... Oh!”
She grinned as if she’d won a prize – and perhaps she had – and switched off the pump, a few trickles of cum dropping into the tank as Arctic groaned. Had she decided not to let him release fully after all? Was she truly that cruel? But what Fluttershy had in mind as she unhooked the hose from the tank, leaving the pump attached, was far more devious than the poor, controlled stallion could have ever dreamed up.
His tail hole gaped after being stretched and filled for a whole night, easily open for her to shove the hose into. Arctic squeaked, but she gave him no time to adjust as his balls churned, eager for the draining that she was only too eager to deliver. All for her pleasure, of course.
“There!” She clapped her hooves together and wasted no time in switching the pump back on with a triumphant rap of her hoof on the device. “Now not a single drop will go to waste!”
Arctic didn’t hear her. The pony whimpered and scraped his hooves over the floor as the pressure eased in his balls, only to bring a rising tightness in his stomach as he was re-filled. Arctic’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, able to steady himself with his back hooves again, trying to squirm away even as his cock jerked, trying to slap up against his own stomach but dragged down under his own weight. He grunted and tried to kick, fighting the filling with as much vigour as he had left in him, which wasn’t very much at all.
But he couldn’t deny what his body wanted. Pleasure seared through his veins, a hot thrill of the taboo clawing at the corners of his mind as he was dragged down and down and down into the realm of debauchery, all at her hooves. Against himself, Arctic whined and moaned, head rolling back as a shudder went through his whole body and he tried to unconsciously rock back onto the hose, belly sagging as it was pumped through with cum.
Fluttershy’s lips parted into a small, dark ‘O’, rubbing his belly with surprising tenderness. He swung his head to her, eyes desperate and forelock a tangled mess across his face. She didn’t even notice, so caught up by every little shift and twitch in his body that his expression and comfort surely came last on the list of what she could be paying attention to.
“Oh my...” She stroked his rump softly, tailing over the curve down to his back legs and his balls. “You really like this, don’t you, pet? You like being filled with your own seed!”
Arctic groaned and shook his head, wrenching it from her grasp. No! He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction!
The slap that struck him across the muzzle, the mare yanking his head painfully back to face her in the moment that followed, caught him off-guard. Her eyes boring into his were less surprising, the ferocity and danger ringing in those blue orbs terrifying to the extreme. Arctic held his breath, every muscle in his body tense even as he was milked, filling his own rump as his gut swelled and swelled, more obscene by the second.
“I asked you a question.”
That one couldn’t be so easily ignored and Arctic snorted, tail raised and juddering as if he was flagging it in the moment of orgasm.
“Answer me!”
She slammed a hoof down and he jumped, squealing as the pump ramped up, draining his balls with stronger pulses as his belly dragged down, as fat as if he was a pregnant mare.
“No.” He grunted, refusing to look her in the eyes. “No, I don’t...ah...don’t like...ah...ohhhh...”
But his body denied him, cock throbbing and hard without any intervention whatsoever
“What else do you like, pet?”
Arctic closed his mouth, lips sealed into a thin, hard line. He’d never tell!
But Fluttershy had been expecting that. Giggling, she unlocked the manacles around each of his hooves and pushed him over onto his side, balls weighing down to either side of his body as they tried to separate, so heavy and full still that they were two clearly defined orbs in a thin-skinned stallion sack. He could have taken that opportunity to escape, but she merely locked his front hooves back down into the manacles with her newest toy in a far more pleasing position to abuse and tease.
Though she’d have to make use of him sooner or later... Fluttershy shuddered as if to swallow a moan, tail twitching over her rump. It was a shame that the stallion was too preoccupied with his own condition to notice. And after he had spent so much time staring at her rump before! She would have thought he would have leapt at the chance, the silly colt!
“I’ll break you, pet, don’t imagine you can get away with this. It’s not how things are going to work now.”
And so she did what she had to do. It was the only logical choice, the rational choice, the sexy choice. And nothing made the mare feel better than crushing a new pet, bit by bit, beneath her hooves.
She stepped on his balls, bearing her weight into them as he squealed and thrashed, only serving to add to his pain as she ground into them, forcing more and more of his cum out and into that tube. His stomach swelled before her very eyes and she licked her lips lustfully, eyes fixed on him, catching every last little twitch and shudder in his body, the way his cock throbbed within the suction cup as if it was trying to fill it even more. He was helpless to her domination and Fluttershy whispered to him to confess, to reveal all, even as she nibbled down his throat, sealing the sweetness with a sharp bite above his Adam’s apple.
Arctic squealed and moaned, panting and writhing as his cock pulsed, feeding the tube with more and more cum. He tried to flag his tail but only succeeded in squeezing down his tail hole around the hose, the hard, unyielding plastic pressing up to his prostate. The stallion’s eyes rolled back into his skull and he grunted, whimpering and whining like a wild animal in a trap, though it was a trap that he had willingly walked into.
Oh, he did not know it then, but he was crumbling, slowly but surely. And Fluttershy knew just how to get a pet under her hoof, right where he belonged.
It was a good thing she would keep him there too.
Arctic gulped and whimpered, a low mumble rolling brokenly from his lips as if he was suddenly unable to form words, full sentences undoubtedly beyond his reach. Fluttershy stroked his mane, but the kiss she dropped on his nose was anything but tender. He shuddered. It was possessive.
“Have you something to say to me, pet? Oh, I do so hope it’s something delightful .”
She batted her eyelashes at him, but he could not think her sultry when she had one of his balls still trapped beneath a hoof, pinning the sensitive orb to the side of his body where it throbbed, yearning for a release of more than one kind. Arctic’s lips worked, tongue flicking out to wet them, though it was to little ultimate avail.
“Unngh... Mares.”
She held a hoof to her ear, a smile pulling at her lips. Oh, he was so sweet, almost good enough to eat. Her mouth watered at the thought of sinking her teeth into him again. That one bite had felt so damn good. Just one more?
But no. That would come. Every bit of tantalising pleasure was to come and it was all there for her to take, bit by bit, exactly as she pleased. Arctic squirmed beneath her and she massaged his throat with a hoof as if threatening to put her weight there, cut off his air supply and watch him fight for the simple, yet denied right to breathe .
“Unnnff... I... I...”
“What was that, little one?”
Arctic groaned, tongue lolling from his muzzle as he tried to pull his legs up to his stomach, hide it and his obscenely large balls from view. But there was no hiding from the dominant mare who had stripped away every last layer of protection he may have ever boasted.
“Like...” Oh, Celestia, was he really going to say it? “Pleasing...mares.”
She tipped his muzzle to her, lips a feather’s breadth from his.
“Tell me more.”
And so he told her, only needing to be prodded and poked and jabbed a few times in just the right spots – who knew a cock could be quite that sensitive to abuse after so many hours of torture? – to get his lips to move freely. And, all through it, his balls drained to a normal, if impressive size, his belly taking on the cum for him as every last drop was sealed within him by the hose.
“Their taste. Lots of them all at the same time.” His cheeks burned, but he had to talk on. “Taste... Scents... Oh, so many of them all at the same time, crowding around me, their milk... Your scent. Oh, heavens, Fluttershy !”
She stomped on his balls, grinding her hoof down as his stomach churned, stars dancing before his eyes and gut twisting. Arctic gasped and hacked for breath, trying to thrash and throw her off, but only managing something of a wriggle on the cold, hard floor. Even he would have said how pathetic he’d looked if he’d even been able to see himself in a mirror.
“Don’t call me that. You haven’t earned the right.”
His ears folded back, lips parting for the right response even if his training had not been in place for all that long. But that was why she’d known all along that he would make the perfect toy for her to break and abuse.
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Now, isn’t that better?” She smiled, expression softening even if her eyes remained hard and unyielding. “It’s better when you’re bound and in your place, isn’t it, pet?”
Helplessly, without really thinking about what he was doing, Arctic nodded. The pump dragged at his cock, sucking the tip in as trickles of cum drooled down the hose, adding to the filling being fed back into his own body. It was a vicious cycle from which he could see no escape, the room spinning and spinning around him as he moaned and pressed his cheek into Fluttershy’s hoof. She was right there – there for him. Supporting him. Telling him what to do.
It was what he needed. It was going to be okay. Arctic took a deep breath, eyelids fluttering closed.
“Yes, Mistress. It’s better to be bound under your hooves.”
“Good colt! I think you’ve earned a little reward.”
The laugh she gave tinkled, his balls drained to a somewhat normal size as she finally removed the hose from his backside, allowing his tail hole to gape lewdly. Arctic gasped and moaned, rocking back as if missing the penetration, the filling and the stretching. His stomach rose up lewdly as if he was a stallion of much heavier proportions, impossible to ignore as Fluttershy finally released his shaft from the gripping pleasure of the pump. It was both a pleasure and a torture to be freed and Arctic sucked in a shuddering breath, torn between conflicting emotions. The plug that she rammed into his tail hole was hardly a substitute for the hose pumping him full. Well, technically it was himself pumping himself full...
Arctic shook himself. Even he was confused, his mind weaving itself into knots as he fought to retain some sense of rationality. But the mare wasn’t going to allow him to rebel, not one little bit.
Turning her backside to him, Fluttershy backed up over his head and raised her tail high, showing off that winking vulva that he had been so keen to get a look at before, small, pert udders in full view. He couldn’t help himself. Groaning, the stallion pulled again at his bonds and strained up towards her, pushed on by instinctive need alone, tongue protruding wantonly from his mouth as if he was nothing more than a male whore in a brothel, there to give pleasure and act the part of the slut while the clientele made good use of him.
“Mmm, oh you are an eager one, aren’t you?” She purred, flicking her tail up higher for him. “Get your tongue in there good and deep, pet. Don’t leave me disappointed in you or I’ll have to think up something even better to tease you with. Better even than last night!”
And he didn’t even have to think. He leaned in, tongue delving into the folds of her sweet pussy with vigour that shocked even him. Or it would have shocked him if he’d still had the presence of mind to think about what he was actually doing. With his head back on the floor, he had the perfect view of her udders, teats tucked up cutely to her belly where it pulled in to the join of her hindquarters, but that couldn’t distract him from delving his tongue deep into her marehood and tasting her essence, searching for all the spots that would make her moan so wonderfully. For maybe just one of the fantasies that had gone through his head when he’d seen her in the street in that dress had been one of having his muzzle up beneath her tail, licking and doing what a good stallion did best.
Fluttershy trembled on his muzzle, grinding back with a low, lustful moan.
“Such a good boy...”
He flushed at the praise and lapped with renewed excitement, cock twitching as it tried to jerk up against his own stomach, but only succeeded in lolling across his cum inflated belly instead. Oh, how he’d wanted her! It was almost easy enough to forget his predicament, where he was and why he was there, the mare grinding back onto his muzzle as if he was nothing more than a sex toy, her little whore to be used and abused. And it made him harder and harder, cock jumping and twitching in testament to his own arousal, as humiliating as it was to be put in such a position.
The mare’s head rolled from side to side, Fluttershy moaning so loudly that it was as if she was trying to make sure everyone heard them. Her sex tucked up, winking and squirting her juices over him as he tried to pull back for breath, but only managed to get even more of her fluids over him, her scent and musk addling his mind. Although she had clearly showered – her fur smelled faintly of roses – her exertions had left her adorned with the faintest hint of sweat, the aroma of which made his head throb with raw desire.
Oh, Celestia, he needed the mare! Rocking and humping his hips, he dragged his tongue around her clit, the bud pulsing and growing, poking out of the hood as if it was begging for attention. That drew a louder whinny still from her and the mare rocked back against him, bearing down on his lips with her clit in as clear a signal as any. Flicking the tip of his tongue against that sensitive little bud, he drove her to screaming pitch, tail flicking and lashing the air above his chin as if it had suddenly been possessed with a life of its own.
“More, pet, more!”
Heavens, was she going to cum so quickly? The answer to that question came swiftly as she squealed and lifted a hind hoof as if threatening to kick, her juices flooding and soaking his muzzle as she hit her peak. The muscles in her hindquarters twitched and flexed as she pushed back to him, demanding more even as her orgasm rolled on and on, the mare making the most of the situation to take every drop of pleasure she had to derive from him.
Eventually, however, her climax had to come down and the mare hung her head, panting as she gathered herself and her breath, forelegs trembling beautifully. Arctic would have been able to see that if he was not snorting and gasping with her juices slick across his muzzle, tongue still tracing the outline of her sex until she wriggled away from him, over-sensitive from the peak of her erotic high. It was not to be her last, however, a fact that Arctic was soon to find out.
It wasn’t as if any of it was his decision, after all. All he had to do was be used for her pleasure. And was that really so hard?
“Now a bit higher...”
She gasped and pressed her backside down, forcing his tongue up to the tight pucker of her tail hole before he even had a chance to react or respond to the order. He didn’t have much of a choice in the matter and whimpered, utterly broken as he lapped and lapped, allowing his tongue to slip inside the tight ring of muscle, following her direction the best that he could. It was hardly as if, after all, he’d even rimmed another pony before and his own tail hole tried to clench down on the toy, a lewd hole.
But the musk overruled his mind and Arctic gasped as he pulled back, mind-addled. A sharp smack to the side of his head as Fluttershy twisted round to reprimand
“Who said you could stop?”
And, although it made him shudder in something not quite revulsion but shock at his own debasement, Arctic forced himself to continue, telling himself that he was doing it because she was making him. Of course, there was no other reason, no other possible reason for his cock throbbing and drooling pre-cum as he pushed his tongue into her hole, fucking it as if he was driving his own rump back onto a nice, thick toy. He couldn’t envision her letting a stallion mount her there, for Fluttershy was surely all dominance and raw sexuality, her hoof in control at all times.
No. Arctic moaned against her soft rump, his nose pressed up to the dock of her tail. He was the one who was going to get really fucked if there was any choice between the two of them. There was no question about that.
The mistress mare seemed to be pleased with his actions, however, as she panted heavily and arched her back like a cat as she squealed through another orgasm, his tongue rammed up into her tail hole.
“Oh, yessss!”
Slamming a hoof into the ground, she moaned and panted through climax, tongue pushing from her pretty little lips as she flagged her tail high for him.
But it was far from over. Little did Arctic know that it would never be over. Not yet.
Coming down from her orgasm, the mare twisted and writhed as the afterglow warmed her, but it did nothing at all to dampen her rampant need. Fluttershy moaned deceptively softly as Arctic bathed her pussy with his tongue, although she needed something more primal, something thicker, to stretch her open and truly sate her need. She pushed the pony over so that he was more comfortably situated on his back – if he could be comfortable at all, that was. It didn’t matter all that much to her, only that she had access to his cock as she backed up over the pony, looming tall and proud like the mistress mare she was to him.
Dragging the reins tight on the bridle he was still wearing so that he could not twist his head away, Fluttershy rubbed her pussy up and down the cock she had claimed as hers, pleasuring herself on its length. Poised above him, she was in the perfect position to take his cock or not, controlling his head with her vice-like grip on the reins, and could take it as slow as she liked, teasing him and making him wait for her pleasure.
It was a torturous game and one, of course, that the wicked mare absolutely delighted in as Arctic whimpered and groaned, cheeks and ears flushed with heat. But she would not keep him denied forever, oh no. Fluttershy grinned. She had herself to think about too, after all!
Still, she barely let his tip slip inside her – after all, it was not for his delight but hers – before pulling up, giving enough to keep him on the edge without allowing him that sweet release of true climax. Slowly, she built up the pace, taking his cock in long, slow grinds and pushes of her hindquarters, tongue pushing out from between her lips as her own pleasure rose and rose.
Arctic squirmed and cringed, eyes rolling back into his skull as she used him like nothing more than one of the sex toys in her plentiful arsenal. It was a comparison so easily made and it hardly occurred to the stallion that it was too one he’d made before, debased further and further as he sank into her humiliation, a lustful pool of need. Although she would not allow him his release until she was good and ready, there was no reason for her to not enjoy him – and enjoy her little colt the mare would!
“Oh, yesssss!”
Fluttershy howled as she rode his cock, slamming her hindquarters onto him as if his only purpose in being there was to be completely and utterly used and abused. His cock jammed up against her cervix and he tried to gasp, chest shuddering for breath, but she did not stop there. Shocking the stallion, she ground her rump back and back, forcing his cock against her cervix – and then through. The tighter entrance, one even more forbidden and taboo than the anal passage, closed around his cock and he grunted, back rounding as she pleasured herself on him.
The mare needed nothing more from her pet than for him to be present to be used, pussy and cervix squeezing tight and warm around his shaft as she bucked and thrust her way to a swift, sharp climax. Her marehood seemed to tighten around his length even more than her cervix, cock jammed up to the back of her womb, and the mare squealed, stomping a hoof as climax rippled through her. Arctic groaned, but she ignored him completely as she rocked her hips on his length, too caught up in her own pleasure to stop and think of him.
“Mmmph, oh, pet,” she giggled, a little light-headed after such a powerful orgasm. “That cock of yours is divine. “You really do outdo yourself!”
It was praise, but not praise for anything he’d done. Rather, it was aimed at what he was: hers. And Fluttershy liked what was hers very much. Very, very much, in fact.
The penetration through her cervix did not seem to bother her or cause her any discomfort as she rocked her hindquarters slowly, making him take her more slowly and deeply than he had the first time. Her passage was as tight as ever, her teardrop-shaped entrance trying to pulse and twitch around him in a mare-ish wink, but there was no way for it to truly go through with the reflex with his cock stretching her out. An odd sense of pride warmed his heart to be able to give a mare such pleasure – and not just with his muzzle. It was what he’d always wanted to do, but, well, interactions and encounters with previous romantic partners hadn’t always gone so smoothly, as was sometimes the way.
Fluttershy, however, took his cock like a professional mare of the night, but a far classier one that knew what she wanted and claimed it for her own without thinking that it may not be suited to be hers. The mare’s lips parted breathily as she ground back on his shaft, nickering and squealing through a second orgasm, which coursed through her with less power than the first yet was still enough to send her head spinning. Rocking and rolling her hindquarters beautifully, she was a goddess in her own right and, if presented with the option, Arctic would have pledged eternal fealty to her if given the choice between one of the princesses and his gorgeous, breathtaking mistress. For she was beauty incarnate, pink mane falling in a soft wave down her neck as she pushed down on him, eager only for the filling he could provide and the use of his body.
Again and again, she filled herself with his shaft, moaning like a slut, needing more and more until she gave herself orgasm after orgasm on her new toy, his body dripping with sweat. His cum poured into her, stimulated so wonderfully as she rode him, back to his muzzle and hooves on his balls, her expert massage ensuring that he gave her every drop exactly where she wanted it and more. It was not his orgasm that was her focus, however, letting the stallion writhe and twist beneath her, pinned beneath her weight, and she cared little for his seed other than to mock him for how quickly and how many times he climaxed, being such a weak, small stallion for her use.
Fluttershy’s belly swelled with his seed too, though nowhere near the size that his balls had reached previously, a soft bulge pulling her belly down as she moaned and pleased herself, legs trembling from the sheer number of orgasms she took from him. It was better, of course, to have a pony-toy to enjoy rather than a dildo – unless one was pleasing oneself on a dildo to tease the pony-toy!
No, he was not the one fucking and not the one mounting, not the one whose orgasm mattered. Shuddering, Arctic closed his eyes, world narrowing to the thick headiness of sweat and sex and a hot mare’s body grinding on top of his. For he was not the stallion mounting her but she the dominant mare taking him just as she pleased.
And maybe that was the way it was meant to be.
After all that, he ended with his muzzle buried in her cunt once more and his cock locked up in a cage – with much difficulty, even Fluttershy would admit – and a latex harness holding it in place. The vibrator under his tail kept him needy as his cock struggled to push against the metal bars of the cage, trying to swell to its full size and yet denied that simple relief as he was debased on her command.
Fluttershy groaned and swayed lightly from side to side, squeezing down her marehood to keep every last drop of his fluids inside her, belly still hanging softly down. If the magic potions she’d had at her disposal did her well enough, she’d be able to keep all of it inside her indefinitely, although the feeling of it trickling out of her marehood was a pleasant one too, she had to admit. The mare shivered. Yes, she’d take great pleasure in making him lap his seed out of her cunny another time. But, for the moment, she wanted to savour his creamy filling in her womb.
“I’ll see you later, pet.”
Mistress Shy's New Pet: Chapter Four
Mistress Shy’s New Pet Chapter Four
A day passed. No, hours. Minutes? More? Less? Time lost all meaning in the dark, but, it was at least certain that it was after a time that she returned. Food was pushed into his mouth and he chewed automatically, gulping down a sweet liquid that surely wasn’t good for him, but had to be consumed anyway, if he was to keep going. After all the things Fluttershy had done to him, simply drinking and eating seemed like pretty basic requests of him and so he did it without complaint, the darkness of the basement pricking at the corners of his eyes.
She left him there that day, after toying with him in the morning. Arctic could not be sure, in hindsight, quite when he’d dozed off, but he’d woken in a puddle of his own cum, bleary-eyed and sore in all the wrong places. The vibrator buzzed away in his rump, quite happy to deliver forced climax after climax as he seemed to have covered every inch of his own coat – mane and tail notwithstanding – in his sleep.
Arctic shuddered and turned from the door as a humming, singing Fluttershy skipped back up the steps. She hadn’t even said a word to him while feeding, though there had been a particular glint in her eye that he was swiftly coming to understanding, though it incited equal amounts of fear and tantalising trepidation in his heart.
Oh, he wanted to hate it all, every last bit of her treatment. And yet he couldn’t. But he wouldn’t explore the why and how of that in his mind quite yet.
The stallion closed his eyes, resting his chin on the hard ground. Tick, tick, tick. He could imagine a clock ticking, the passing of time. It kept his attention away from his throbbing cock, the tip flaring as if he was about to cum all over himself again. It was hardly a satisfying orgasm to climax with the cage grinding into the sensitive flesh of his shaft, but it was something all the same and he wasn’t sure if it was still a something that was better or worse than having his cum forced back into his own balls. The mistress mare must have done something to those as well, for they were larger and heavier than ever, swinging bulbously beneath his stomach as he tried to scramble up onto all four hooves and yawned, though he was not tired. No, every fibre of his being was awake and alive . His cock pulsed, a thrum of pain from the confining cage rolling through him, but it was a familiar hurt.
The basement door slammed open, bouncing off the opposing wall. The stallion froze.
“Oops!” Fluttershy’s giggle trickled down the stairs like running water, sweet and enticing. “I don’t know my own strength sometimes! Especially not after giving Berry his medicine.”
“He is a big lad, isn’t he? I’m not surprised he’s a bit of a struggle.”
Arctic pricked his ears, heart in his mouth. That wasn’t Fluttershy! Who on earth was she bringing down to him? He looked himself over in a panic, sweating furiously, though he already knew what a bedraggled, worthless state he was in. What would anypony think if they saw him chained up in Fluttershy’s basement? He’d be the laughing stock of Ponyville and beyond!
He rattled the chains and groaned, finding them holding as fast as they ever did. Ponyfeathers! Horse apples! It was all going to Tartarus and back again! Why couldn’t the damned mare just let him go already, then the whole sorry thing could be over and he could go back to his miserable little life again!
Arctic caught the thought as he flung it forth, hoof steps meandering slowly, irreversibly down the stairs. Miserable life? Well, life hadn’t been particularly brilliant, always getting into those awkward situations, after all, but it hadn’t been all that bad, surely?
But he didn’t have time to examine that thought further as Fluttershy stepped into view, leading a pony that he knew at least by sight if not well.
The mare mistress beamed as she swept out her hoof as if to show him off, the stallion on full display and cock completely filling the chastity cage.
“Red, I’d like to introduce you to my newest pet!”
The pony who he had only seen in the prim and proper and polished confines of the hospital lifted her head, nose scrunching up as she looked him over with a critical eye. Arctic shrunk back from the white mare with a red cross on her hindquarters – the mark that had given her the full name of Nurse Redheart. He’d never once thought to ask her what she preferred to be called and had heard her called much worse on more than one occasion for her particularly voluptuous backside.
Her pink mane fell down her neck as she tilted her head, a swathe of sultry curls only outmatched by those in her tail. Against himself, Arctic sucked in a breath, cock drool pre-cum, shiny against the metal bars of the cage.
“Well... He’s not your usual type, Fluttershy, but it does look like you have gone a long way towards breaking him already. How long did you say you’d had him down here?”
Fluttershy giggled and covered her lips with her hoof.
“Um... That would be less than twenty-four hours. What can I say – I work quick!”
Red raised an eyebrow and stepped right up to Arctic, towering over the pony who couldn’t even raise his head to meet her eyes. Humiliation seared across his cheeks and down his neck, wings trembling as they hung down to the ground. He could have tried to use them to cover his shame, but, really, what was the point? They both knew well and good what a worthless stallion he was, covered in his own cum and mess, coat sticking up in all directions from his night and day of unrest.
“I’ll say,” she murmured. “Though he must have been predisposed to, ah, this manner of treatment , shall we say?”
The Pegasus mare laughed softly to herself and waved her hoof as if Red was giving her a compliment. Red didn’t notice, too keen on looking over the bound stallion with an increasingly lustful glimmer in her eye. Lips parting, she sucked in a warm, moist breath, nostrils flaring ever so slightly. Arctic gulped, tail clamped down even as the vibrator made him want to flag it, present his rump for something more .
“Who would have thought little Arctic would have been such a kinky colt,” she murmured, circling him like a predator taking in their prey, eyes dark. “I can only imagine the things we could get up to with you now, my dear.”
“Please.” Fluttershy’s lips pressed into a thin, cruel line, mane silky smooth as if fell in its usual stylised curve. “Be my guest. You know where your favourites are.”
Red smirked and flicked her tail, hitting Arctic in the face with the heady scent of a mare in need. It was only as she turned on her hoof, showing off her backside, that he saw how her pussy winked, tugging up and releasing as if she was wanting a stallion to mount her. But it was something of a darker ilk that the mare was looking for and he both feared and wished he was just about to find out, trembling in his chains. Cock throbbing, Arctic closed his eyes and moaned, helpless to the whims of his own lust.
And, in that moment, he knew he was lost.
“Oh, you do treat me well, Fluttershy...”
The mare held out one wing and inclined her head. There was even a sense of elegance to that small motion, something that Arctic would never quite understand. So much meaning in such a small gesture...
“I know what it’s like to need to vent some frustration. And here’s the perfect target for you.”
He stiffened. Target? But he had no say in the situation as he mouthed the bit behind his teeth anxiously, tail flicking as he tried to vocalise something – anything! – to show that he wasn’t just going to lie there and let them use him.
“Lights on?” Red asked, halfway to what Arctic could only assume was a far wall as it was still plunged into darkness.
“Lights on.”
He opened his mouth to speak, trying to force words past the gag of the bit, but, when the lights flicked on, every thought vanished from his head.
Racks and racks of sex toys. A wall completely lined with whips and every impact play implement that one could ever dream up. A cross with manacles dangling from it. What he knew to be a spanking bench – hey, he’d watched porn! – and a luxuriously padded recliner complete with a collar dangling for it, though he doubted he would be the one reclining on the plush surface. Gaping, Arctic would have spun on the spot to take it all in, his eyes constantly finding something new to latch on to as he stared and stared, lower jack slack as time moved on seemingly without him.
The magnitude of tools rendered him so dumbstruck that the lash of the whip across his rump took him by surprise. The stallion squealed and jumped, accidentally clenching down on the vibrator with such vigour that his own body dragged it deeper into his tail hole. He moaned, caught between pain and pleasure as the chains rattled, Fluttershy cranking them out to full stretch again, forcing him to splay both his front and hind legs as if presenting himself.
Behind him, Red smirked with the handle of a short bullwhip – only a couple of foot in length rather than the usual six or eight feet – tucked between her teeth. Using the flick of the whip to carry her stroke, rather than putting all the energy in from her neck, she swung it again, drawing it back just in time to let the tip crack over his backside.
Arctic howled, thrashing and panting as he fought to get away, to escape, to make the burning pain lessen somehow . There had to be something he could do! Wings straining, he squealed as the whip cracked across his cutie mark on both sides, Fluttershy darting in between strokes to slide the vibrator from his tail hole to leave his anal ring horribly gaping and stretched. Arctic barely noticed its disappearance, fighting his bonds with all the strength he had left in him.
And yet his cock still throbbed, pouring pre-cum from the tip as if from the tap, direct from the source and yet not in a manner that would satisfy the needy stallion. Only then did he realise the true reach of what Fluttershy had made him drink earlier that day, raw need mingling with passion as the desire to fuck, to mate, to cum drove him on even as the bullwhip layered red lines across his hindquarters as if he was a canvas and the whip an artist’s brush.
It was confusing. It was painful. It was alluring. Arctic heaved a gasp, eyes wide and bulging. It was hot .
“Oh, that does look fun! Let me try!”
The implement that Fluttershy grabbed wasn’t as harsh as the bullwhip, but the stinging bite of the flogger rang raw over his backside. Twisting under the rain of blows, Arctic howled and tried to rear but only succeeded in yanking the chains, screaming as his balls were caught by the wicked tips of the flogger, which caught and bit like nothing he’d ever felt before.
He couldn’t stop himself – and why would he have wanted to hold still? Fighting his bonds, Arctic’s wing popped out of the sleeve she’d encased them in the night before, the bondage having loosened some while he’d been busy dousing and spraying himself with his own seed during the course of the night. But that simply would not do for one dominant mare.
The flogger halted. The bullwhip continued. Arctic clenched his jaw, a shriek building in the back of his throat.
“Tsk-tsk,” Fluttershy clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “We’ll have none of that!”
Shoving his wing back into the straps, she yanked them tight around his midsection, ensuring that they would not slip out again. But she wasn’t done there, clearly wanting to make sure the stallion was well and truly in his place. As Red took her pleasure, spanking and beating his sore rump and flanks to the point where he would be afraid to sit down on the abused flesh for a week, Fluttershy made good his bonds.
The manacles were drawn out on the chains, allowing him not even an inch of slack, forced to balance on shaking and wavering legs while he was beaten. A cuff for his tail, just to keep it raised, that was tied off to a latex collar, snug and tight around his throat. The bridle had to come off – it was only for fun, after all – and Arctic grunted, working his jaw as his bulging eyes streamed with tears of sheer pain and exhaustion.
Fluttershy bit her lip. They were so hot when they got to that stage. So very close to complete and utter debasement.
He wouldn’t leave her like the last one did.
It was Red who broke the sudden silence, Fluttershy caught up in admiring her new pet, so very far on his way to being entirely broken to her will.
“Tell me, Fluttershy, have you tried watersports before?” She enquired as if asking about a flavour of tea, smacking Arctic’s nuts with a smug smirk of sheer relish as she spoke.
Arctic panted and squirmed as her hoof connected with his nuts again, sending them swinging. How could they have known about that? It was horrible to think about, so humiliating... The pony pressed his muzzle down, eyes rolling. How could they even consider it too? Hadn’t they abused him enough? His hindquarters ached from the strikes of the whip and he was sure that each burning line on his rump was coming up in a welt at that very moment. Dear Celestia, that mare had some strength in her!
“Mm, no, it’s not something I’ve ever given a go personally , but it would be a pleasure to see just how cute this pet is when he’s so utterly debased.”
Throwing her head back, Fluttershy laughed wickedly, more of a cackle than her usual playful giggle, eyes dancing with an inner light.
“He won’t be able to go out into the streets of Ponyville after this without reeking of us!”
Red grinned and shot Fluttershy a conspirator’s wink.
“Mostly you, my lovely – I wouldn’t want anyone else to confuse your ownership of this rough specimen. You’ll polish him up into something lovely, I’m sure.”
But Fluttershy didn’t have her attention on Red anymore. Grabbing Arctic by the collar, she snapped a leash on to it and practically snarled in his face, dragging him onto his front hooves as the manacles dug in.
“Get down!”
Her voice snapped and Arctic barely had a chance to look her in the eyes before his chin smacked into the floor. He groaned, dazed, but they weren’t about to allow him time to recover as Fluttershy wound the chains back in, forcing him to spread his legs flat out on the floor so that the mere act of getting back to his hooves was simply denied to him. Sweat trickled down his forehead and he tried to lift his head to no avail, the angle too sharp to gain more than just a couple of inches off the floor. The white mare stepping over him didn’t bolster his resolve to fight back either and Arctic whimpered as her hindquarters swung above him, tail flagged and marehood winking in a purely hypnotic pulse.
“Is this safe?”
“Perfectly so,” Red assured her, dropping another wink that Arctic could not see. “All sterile. Very humiliating...”
She shivered, muscle twitching beneath skin in that way that only ponies were able to do. Arctic quailed into the ground and pressed his cheek to it as if wishing that it would open and swallow him up for good, as cliché as it was to even think and consider.
“I haven’t gotten to do this in a while...”
He closed his eyes just in time for the hot splash of urine to hit him directly in the face. Red tipped her muzzle back and let out a soft moan of satisfaction as she squirted, letting the pulse and tug of her marehood splatter the stream embarrassingly across his chest and neck too. His forelock stuck to his head as the stallion whimpered and tried to keep his head twisted away, but Fluttershy kicked him in the ribs, startling a gasp from him and allowing a splatter of urine to seep into his mouth.
He spat it out, the globule of saliva gleaming ostentatiously on the poured rubber floor, a gleaming mark on its otherwise perfection. It seemed to glare at him, but that was nothing compared to the crazed look in Red’s eye, her marehood twitching and seeming to squeeze down as if she was trying to entice in a stallion.
“Naughty boy,” Red crooned. “He likes this. Look how he’s twitching. They all give in, in the end. Open wide now.”
As if he had any choice. Fluttershy massaged his throat until he had to open his mouth and Red cackled as she released another stream, letting it pour straight into the poor stallion’s muzzle. He hacked and coughed, gagging on the rancid liquid, but Fluttershy held his head unyieldingly up and back so that he had to swallow if he wanted to be allowed to breathe.
And Fluttershy was hardly going to be left out of the fun, taking her turn pissing into her pet’s mouth as he gulped it down, eyes hazing over as he succumbed to the sweet lure of submission. They all did in the end, though all found a different way. He pleasured them helplessly between pissing sessions, swiping his tongue over their dripping marehoods and teasing the buds of their clits, riding them to climax over and over again. It was his place, his mission, wrapped up in the scent of mare-musk and the reek of urine that marked him as theirs – no, just Fluttershy’s, his mistress mare – for as long as they would have and use him.
The mare’s scent became his world, teasing at his senses until they were all he could hear, feel, taste, adore . He had no escape, so why bother trying to escape? Whimpering, he obediently gulped down the urine even as it made his stomach swell and swell, bloating out as if he was a pregnant mare. He couldn’t have said just how they were able to produce so much urine, only that they must have had some potions off a powerful unicorn like Twilight Sparkle to keep going for so long. There was always a cause for magical intervention and his humiliation, apparently, had been a good time to utilise it.
Bitter and acrid, the taste of urine became the norm, seeping into his senses as it mixed with the alluring taste of mare. Fluttershy forced his nose into her marehood, allowing him the briefest of respites before releasing yet another stream into his mouth, giggling as it made a complete mess of his muzzle, forelock soaked through.
“What a dirty little stallion you are,” she crooned. “Liking a mare’s piss all over you. Red, you’re right, this is a lot of fun!”
The mother mare grinned, her body pressed up against Fluttershy’s as she eagerly awaited her turn, marehood winking and pulsing in visible need.
“Told you! You should have tried it before. It works with all the best pets. Makes them hornier than a mare in her first season.”
“Well, I shall not be missing this out of my repertoire of humiliation anymore,” the Pegasus purred, downing another potion as the weakening stream of urine threatened to patter out. “I have plenty of these – drink up and help yourself, Red!”
There was nothing Arctic could do, eyes closed against the hot splash of piss as Fluttershy stepped over him, taking great delight in covering every last inch of his shaking body in her urine. Nothing was spared as she marked him as her own, his tail soaked, his legs soaked – she even rolled him onto his back and side to make sure she coated his heft, swollen balls in her piss too. Both of them took him at once, Red grinding her pussy onto his muzzle and releasing a stream of urine whenever she felt that he wasn’t licking her with quite as much enthusiasm as he had when he’d started, although it was all done without thinking.
For he was growing more obedient by the minute and the hour, time slipping away as his submission deepened. The playroom took on a red haze, the stallion going from mare to mare as they pleased, shoving their pussies up to his muzzle with relish for his attention and a quick orgasm, lips sealed around their clits until they squealed. Fluttershy, however, seemed reluctant to stop playing with her newly found watersports kink – a fetish with shiny new allure – and gulped down two potions at once to deliver a particularly strong and potent smelling stream over his head and neck.
“Everyone will know you’re mine now, pet,” she whispered, though it was not a comment intended only for his ears. “You think they’ll look at you the same when they know you wear my collar? They’ll know you’re mine, my sweet little submissive pet for the rest of time.”
Whimpering, Arctic blinked and opened his mouth for her to fill it again, stomach swelling. He couldn’t focus on her words, couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe properly. He couldn’t even focus on her sex as it loomed into view, the entire focus of his world as the stench of urine filled his nostrils. Grunting, the stallion lapped her messy sex, urine having splashed up her legs, and cleaned her off the best he could with his tongue. No, it wouldn’t be nice for his mistress to have urine on her, that wasn’t very nice at all. Broken, he ran his tongue up the inside of her legs as she murmured unexpected sweetness to him, Red pawing through one of the toy chests that he had not dared crane his neck to look into even though the lid had been open.
“There’s a good boy... Keep drinking now. Don’t you look cute with your forelock all wet and plastered to your face like that!”
He didn’t think he looked very cute, but Arctic could only be glad that he didn’t have a mirror available to him as Fluttershy rubbed her marehood on his nose, releasing a sudden burst of urine that splattered onto his hooves. Quickly, although there was no way he could get to every last drop of urine, he submissively dropped to the floor and lapped up what he could, trying to at least ensure that there was no mess.
“You’re really getting there with breaking this one, Fluttershy.”
“I know, Red. And he’s going to be the best of them all. You’re welcome to come here and use him anytime, you know.”
The nurse mare groaned and stretched, working out the kinks in her back and legs as bones popped and crackled.
“I may have to take you up on that offer. You have no idea how stressful the hospital can be sometimes!”
Laughing, the nurse hefted a crop in her mouth and swung it at his rump with surprising dexterity. He lapped at his mistress’ pussy through the pain, eyes watering as Red cackled and beat him, layering his hindquarters with a series of red crosses. He shuddered. Just like her cutie mark. Maybe Fluttershy would find another way to put her cutie mark on him, just like Red, although the method the nurse mare used was a side more cruel than anything he could imagine the sweet, warm, kind-hearted...
Oh. Wait. He flushed, tonguing her clit gently as the rain of blows continued, the stallion’s eyes watering as he grunted and whimpered, bearing through them the best he could. But he couldn’t stop himself from trying to jerk away, muscle and mind wanting to evade the pain even if he was held in place by two hot mares intent on using him in ways he’d never thought possible.
And, just like that, he knew that, although he wanted to remember Fluttershy as the sweet and loving Element of Kindness, her nature went far deeper than what lay on the surface. No, she was all dark and twisted and smirking like a demoness of Tartarus herself as she pissed into his muzzle, stepping over him once more just to make sure that he was well and truly soaked with her urine.
“Not getting out of this so easily, pet,” she hissed, nodding to a toy sitting off to the side that Red eagerly grabbed. “There’s so much more we have to do to you and, well, you need to live up to our expectations.”
The implications of what would happen to him if he did not live up to said expectations hung ominously in the air and Arctic whimpered, licking his lips clean of urine as he ducked his head down.
No, he was a good stallion, a good boy. He wouldn’t make any trouble for his mistress. He just had to do what they wanted and then everything would be alright, he wouldn’t disappoint anyone and all would be good.
Or, at least, he had to try.
The day wore on. Night? Afternoon? Time had no meaning to the stallion, limbs aching from his bonds as the manacles dug in. The whips came and went, marking his flanks too, although they were careful of his kidneys, something small that he could, at least, be somewhat thankful for. The toys sliding into his rump were more noticeable than the one that Fluttershy had originally abused him with, larger and more obscene with every one that was tested out on him. His tail hole sucked hungrily at the toy shaped like a stallion’s shaft, the tip flared painfully, and Fluttershy laughed and told him what a hungry little cock-slut he was that his own anal ring didn’t want to relinquish the toy to her hold. He was rammed full, forced to the very edge of cumming, but never quite allowed over the edge, the touches to his cock, so divine in the moment, fleeting and cruelly pulled away at the very last moment.
Piss stained his cheeks as the stallion groaned, opening his mouth as a pussy – he wasn’t sure whose – pressed to his lips and he wrapped his lips around the clit to suck. The mare’s sex pulled up against his nose and he grunted softly, feeling another set of hooves massaging his pained rump even as the largest toy yet buzzed away under his tail, pressed right up against his prostate. He shuddered, but didn’t expect the release that was both so close and yet so far. He wasn’t sure at that very moment in time that he would ever get to cum ever again.
The mares had him just where they wanted him.
“Such a good pet...”
His ears pricked and he was too far gone to hate how his heart leapt to her words. That little drop of kindness, given so fleetingly as his body ached and throbbed in all manner of bad ways from the sheer amount of abuse he’d taken, seemed like a drop of water in the desert. A beautiful blossom, he opened his mouth willingly for his mistress’ marehood, driving his tongue into her hot, sticky passage with a moan that could only have been derived from the pleasure of servitude.
“Well, he is a fine pet, isn’t he?” Red chuckled lightly. “I wouldn’t steal him from you for any longer, Fluttershy.”
He didn’t pay attention to his mistress, mind dazed and wavering, as his attire was tweaked, releasing him enough so that he could be dragged away from the pool of urine that had slowly grown. Arctic’s overfilled stomach dragged lewdly across the floor as the collar around his neck dug in, though the pain of that closing around his throat was nothing compared to the searing burn radiating out from his hindquarters and flanks. The backs of his legs – the thicker part at the top where most of the muscle was – had not been spared either and he groaned as the hauled him by the end of the leash, uncaring of his state.
“I’ll have someone clean that up. I think this one’s on his last legs here and I don’t want to push him too hard.” Fluttershy giggled, bumping Red’s shoulder with her own. “At least not yet.”
“Oh, Fluttershy, you are a card!”
Soaked with piss, the stallion squealed as he was tossed back into a cage with painted black metal bars, but it was more from surprise than anything else. There was nothing on the floor of the cage and he dimly thought that it must have been to keep him safe while he slept off the effects of sexual exhaustion, drifting into the realm of fitful unconsciousness without any sense of the bliss that usually accompanied it.
A cage... A cage was not for a pony. But a cage was for an animal, for a pet . Faintly, Arctic smiled, the chatter of the mares floating above his head as he sank down and down and down into disturbed darkness.
Arctic did not know then just how deeply he was under her control, but he did wonder one thing still as her juices lingered on his muzzle, potent through even the stench of mare urine drowning him from head to hoof.
What did the future hold for him?
Mistress Shy's New Pet: Chapter Five
Mistress Shy’s New Pet Chapter Five
Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe) Commissioned by anonymous
When Arctic came round, he was no longer in the cage and was instead straddling a bench, legs strapped to each side. The stallion blinked rapidly, coming back to reality and the world of the wakeful. Had he imagined the cage? Had it been something he dreamed entirely up on his own? Maybe that was just what happened when one passed out from sexual exhaustion. It wasn’t something he could have possibly known before, after all.
Regardless, at some point in their earlier liaison, she must have bathed him, though she had only taken the grime and stains from his coat, leaving everything from his ears forward untouched, perhaps to make a particular point: he could not have known. His balls were still swollen, though not quite so terribly, even if his stomach was full of urine and mare juices that were still yet to be digested. The touch of her hoof on his enlarged belly was a spot of caring that seemed out of place considering his situation and yet proved to be reassuring at the same time. He could not think on it too much, but he leaned into her all the same, eyes half-closed for that blissful moment that darted away as swiftly as it was discovered.
Bondage, however, seemed to have become an ever-present part of his life. The cuff was still around his tail, hiking it up and out of the way – for what, he could only imagine. The taste of urine was still in his mouth, along with thick mare arousal plastered so thickly within his maw that he doubted that he would ever get the taste out again. The room was barely lit, a crimson glow along the edges of the room highlighting select toys that Fluttershy must have wanted him to pay particular attention to only.
The mare in question stalked up to him, eyes simmering and smoky with lust. Without word or ceremony, she tipped his muzzle back and forced a potion down his throat. That time, she didn’t need to rub his throat to get him to swallow: he did it obediently. It wasn’t as if he had any choice in the matter, or at least that was what he told himself – what he needed to tell himself.
Arctic whined as she pushed his muzzle away, a sharp shove that let him know, very clearly, that he’d been dismissed. But he couldn’t stop the question from rising to his lips, tongue pushing out the words before he could stop them.
He had to ask. He had to know .
“What...” He mumbled, head hanging and voice barely above a whisper. “What are you going to do to me?”
Fluttershy stared him down.
“Address me properly, pet, and perhaps then we may have a discussion.”
Arctic licked his lips, torn between answering as she wished and...well, he wasn’t sure what else he could do. Deny her? That would only bring more sexual torture, abuse and beating among other things.
“Mistress...” That was hard to say still. “Mistress Shy, what are you doing to do with me?”
The mare smirked.
“Better, pet, but that’s for me to know and for you to find out. I’m sure I’ll get some good use out of you, don’t you worry.”
She giggled, though there was a dark humour in the lilt of her voice.
“I wouldn’t want to waste a nice, clean pet, after all!”
Arctic trembled. He wouldn’t have minded being wasted. He would have very much liked to be wasted back in his own home. The mail was probably piling up: there was no one to take care of it for him in his absence. It could have been a quieter life, a more peaceful life, with the continuing little dramas that befell even the most stringently disciplined of stallions. He wasn’t to be blamed for a lapse in attention, after all, and the punishment for one little look most certainly did not fit the crime. Though he wasn’t sure, if the bonds were gone, just where his hooves would take him.
Another thought to leave for later.
The basement door creaked open, light spilling down the darkened stairs.
“Fluttershy? Are you down here?”
Her head snapped around.
“Yes, Spitfire!” The dominant mare sang out. “Just come on down! I’ll have you fixed right up!”
“Thank Celestia, this has been killing me...”
Arctic’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as a heavily pregnant mare – one of the Wonderbolts, nonetheless – waddled down the basement steps, huffing and heaving all the while. She spread her yellow-feathered wings wide, a darker hue than those belonging to Fluttershy, and groaned, nearly rocking back on her rump as she pressed a hoof to her shockingly swollen belly. Her orange mane stuck straight up from her head in its traditionally windswept look, though a careful observer would have noticed that both mane and tail were styled with gel rather than kept in place from the raw power of flying at breakneck speeds.
“Honestly, they’re all just mocking me in practice now,” she muttered, eyes betraying affection for her friend even as she grumbled, stomach swinging. “I was so desperate to get my training back up to speed that, well...”
She blushed, sliding her gaze away.
“I... I thought a little magic would help. And that mare said she had a spell to ease the condition of my udders puffing up like this. All she did was make them fuller and even heavier with milk! Can you believe her?”
Fluttershy blinked sympathetically, a small smile pulling at her lips.
“Actually, I can. But I’m afraid the herbal tea I usually brew you won’t relieve the pressure. I have a pump down here that will do just the trick though, if you don’t mind a bit of an audience.”
Spitfire stopped dead in her tracks, the Pegasus lifting her head high as if she was seeing the bound and gagged stallion for the first time.
“Whoa, Fluttershy, I didn’t know you a pet down here! I thought you said no more after the last one? And so soon!”
“I know, but I couldn’t let him go when he turned up looking for a home. I have him a cage and everything now with all he needs to be happy!”
Spitfire smirked and covered her lips with a hoof.
“What, a pet bowl and a sex toy just to keep him extra needy for you all night long?”
“Exactly!”
The mares laughed, clearly sharing the joke as Arctic’s cheeks warmed and he half-turned away. Being seen by a mare that he had little to no dealings with was hardly the most embarrassing thing to happen to him since he’d made the mistake of entering Fluttershy’s cottage, but he knew how he was supposed to act, how to behave. The only thing was that those ingrained behaviours were slowly and surely being replaced with a fresh set that proved all the more appealing to his Mistress Fluttershy.
“The pump I normally use with mares in need,” Fluttershy started, her choice of words especially delicate. “Well, it won’t do the trick here. I have something more powerful, but the tank will not contain all of your milk. That’s where my pet comes into play.”
Spitfire nodded her head several times quickly, strands of mane hair fluttering loose.
“Yes, yes! Anything, please!”
“Then just stand in front of my pet and let me help you feel just a little bit better, Spitfire. It’ll be a lot easier soon, I promise.”
“Fluttershy, you really are a charm, do you know that?”
The Pegasus mare grinned and winked.
“It has been said.”
The milking pump with two cups, clearly designed for mares and not a stallion, was similar to the one that she’d locked onto Arctic’s poor, abused cock the other night, but clearly had different attachments. The tank she detached from the pump and hose smelled of nothing at all as if it had been washed so thoroughly that there was not a trace of any chemical cleaner left – there couldn’t be if the milk was to be consumed by a foal, after all. Spitfire wriggled as Fluttershy held the cups over her heavy teats, squeezing them into place until the suction took hold.
The hose, however, was perhaps a trick that her pet should have seen coming. Nevertheless, he gave a muffled squeal as the end of the hose was shoved between his lips and strapped into place, a tight band around his snout ensuring that he could not open his mouth again if he’d tried. The stallion grunted and shook his head, but that small protest was nowhere near enough to dislodge the pipe and he stared, wide-eyed and helpless, as his mistress flipped the switch of the pump on.
The effect on Spitfire was instantaneous. Dipping her haunches, she splayed her hind legs and groaned long and low, the pump drawing a trickle that swiftly grew into a stream of milk from her udders.
“Oh, Celestia...” She moaned. “I need this...”
Tenderly, Fluttershy stroked her mane, her attention on the mare even as her pet’s throat worked, swallowing the milk that was pumped in.
“Easy now,” she crooned. “Just you relax and let it do its work... I think you’ll have to come back tomorrow, depending on how powerful that spell is, but we’ll make sure you’re seen right, don’t you worry about that.”
Spitfire nodded, eyes half-closed and lips parted. Her tail flagged as her udders were massaged by the suction cups, pulsing gently as they were worked and stimulated to relieve her of what would, very soon, provide her foal with sweet sustenance. In the interim, however, the effects of early lactation were merely an annoyance and a hindrance to her and her training especially, as much as she strove to keep up with the others.
Arctic groaned around the pump, milk flowing steadily into his already bursting stomach as the pump worked harder and harder, intent only on relieving the mare while he was used as a vessel for her essence. The hose was between his teeth and far enough forward at least that he could taste it, the thick, creamy liquid slipping sensually over his tongue and filling his cheeks into bulging pockets before he was forced to gulp it down – there was, quite literally, nowhere else for it to go. Only once did he try holding it in his mouth, but it eventually pushed into the back of his throat, causing him to cough and gag and gulp, nostrils fluttering anxiously for breath until he was able to get the fluid out of the wrong pipe. And once was more than enough to make that mistake!
He wriggled on the bench, balls tightening as his cock did its best to squeeze from his sheath, pinned between the bench and his stomach. It didn’t really have enough space to swell to its full size, but his shaft did its very best, twitching and throbbing as if the pressure from his swelling stomach alone would be enough to send him whinnying over the edge.
As he gulped down more and more milk, Arctic’s eyes grew hazy, the red-tinted room taking on a sultry hue. The mere act of drinking from a lactating mare, even it was by force, had him trying to flag his tail, his anal ring twitching and clenching down on nothing. He locked eyes with Fluttershy, his mistress mare, and let out a needy little whimper that was drowned out by the soft whirr of the pump doing its job and Spitfire’s moans, everything more important than him as the mere vessel for the mares to do with as they wished.
And perhaps that was just where he was supposed to be, stomach grotesquely growing and swelling, pumped beyond what it should have been able to naturally hold. Larger and larger he grew, swollen flesh spilling lewdly over the sides of the bench as he rolled his head from side to side and grunted, bearing the strain with as much dignity as he could as a bound and abused stallion.
He didn’t feel much of a stallion anymore.
“That feels good...” Spitfire sighed, rocking her hips from side to side, tail pushed up as high as it would go. “Oh, I didn’t realise how pent up I was there!”
Fluttershy chuckled.
“Sometimes you don’t notice the build-up until it’s too late. You lose sight of how you’re supposed to feel, what you’re supposed to be doing. Normalcy can end up feeling rather strange after a milking session like this, but I guarantee you’ll be far better for it, Spitfire.”
“Mm-hm...”
The pregnant mare wasn’t really listening, head lolling back slowly as she half-turned towards Arctic, swinging her hindquarters in just enough for him to see her flushed and winking marehood. He would have gaped if his mouth had not been strapped closed, nearly choking on the mouthful of milk he had. Her udders still hung full and heavy beneath her, showing her readiness to foal even as she was drained of milk, coloured a soft yellow that would have been an appropriate shade for a foal’s blanket in the crib. Her hiked tail showed a far lewder display, however, and he stared obviously as she rocked her hindquarters as if she was trying to show off for him, though he knew well enough that she was wrapped up in her own relief and didn’t care for him being there at all. He was just to be used and any entertainment they intended to glean from him he was sure would be far more obvious.
Spitfire hissed through her teeth, stomping a hind hoof as her udders were nearly drained all the way, a string of arousal drooling from her furiously needy marehood. Even her clit was engorged, so full and plump that Arctic ached to wrap his lips around it and drink of her more arousing essence, letting it pour down his throat over and over again as she climaxed on his tongue and lips.
Oh, he was gone – far, far, far gone – but he was not to know what Fluttershy was truly doing to him. Cock throbbing, the stallion grunted, unable to drag his eyes away until there was no more milk left to fill the cups and Fluttershy quietly switched off the pump.
“Ohhhh, I didn’t think that would be so good,” Spitfire groaned, shivering as the cups popped loose lightly from her udders, leaving them sore from the milking but duly relieved. “And...oh... It’s...”
Spitfire looked up and rubbed the back of her head, a pink tint to her cheeks.
“I mean... It’s a bit...” She waved her hoof, begging Fluttershy with her eyes to know what she meant, to fill in the gaps to understand the meaning of her words without actually having to say the words aloud. “Just... The thing is...”
Arctic knew exactly what she meant and Fluttershy did too, but for different reasons to those of Fluttershy, for the pregnant mare’s winking vulva was in his direct line of sight as she faced the Element of Kindness. Spitfire’s flanks heaved ever so lightly, breath noticeably elevated as she lifted her tail, marehood gleaming with a shimmer of arousal that even she could have denied. But Spitfire wasn’t trying to deny it.
Thankfully, Fluttershy was the most diplomatic of ponies in addition to being the kindest of them all. And she wasn’t about to leave a mare in need when she had a pony available to sate that desire.
“It can be a very arousing process,” Fluttershy said, a smile flickering across her lips. “If you’d like to relieve a different kind of pressure during your visit here today, I would like to offer the services of my pet once again to you.”
Arctic mumbled around the hose, but was ignored.
“Really?” Spitfire blushed, as unlike her as it was to do so. “Well, that would be very kind of you Fluttershy, but I suppose that is what you are known for, after all!”
They laughed and Arctic twisted, tail tugging at the cuff and legs rattling the bench lightly as he tried and failed to throw his weight around. He should have known better than to try to escape though as her hoof connected soundly with his rump, a sharp smack that drew another muffled squeal from his lips, forelock hanging over his eyes as he tucked his chin down in pain. Fluttershy didn’t need whips to put him back in his place when she had a strike like that in her hoof alone.
“Quiet,” Fluttershy murmured, though the low tone of her voice was not to mistaken for hesitation or softness in the slightest. “I’ll not have that from you.”
Yanking the hose from his lips at the same time as she unsnapped the strap around his muzzle, Fluttershy moved swiftly, her pet cowed for the moment and yet not entirely broken. She’d have to fix that. She’d take great pleasure in fixing that. Sometimes the broken ones were the greatest pleasure to play with.
Arctic froze as she untied his legs from the bench, leaving a leather cuff around each fetlock as if to remind him of his place. His wings she left bound to his back – he wouldn’t be needing them – and the cuff around his tail, leaving it hiked up out of the way as if he was a mare coming into her first season. Fluttershy clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and shoved him forward, sending him stumbling towards Spitfire who waited with her eyes gleaming and wings slightly spread, raised up above the level of her back.
Striving not to tremble too badly, Arctic sucked in a breath, lips clamped shut in one final defence. The defence would not be up for long, however, if the mare in charge had her way about it.
And she always had her way.
“Go ahead,” Fluttershy said, spreading her hoof out to the side invitingly. “You can do what you will with him. He’s getting better with his tongue, but the dear really does need more training.”
“Dear?” Spitfire snickered, although there was gratitude in her expression as she backed up to the stallion. “I didn’t think you were the sentimental type.”
Fluttershy’s eyes burned and Arctic grunted as her hoof connected with his buttocks, mind disconnected from the spank even as his cock throbbed and ached to cum.
“Trust me, I am not the sentimental type when it comes to pets. This one may yet still have some use for me, however.” She paused, one eyebrow raised. “That remains to be seen.”
Stomach hanging obscenely and cock slapping up, the stallion didn’t have to be told what to do when the mare presented her needy cunny to him. He dove in and told himself that he was just doing it to avoid another slap, a spank or a whip that would bring a rise of pain instead of desperate pleasure to the centre of his mind. Spitfire’s juices were thicker and tangier than Fluttershy’s coating his tongue quickly as he lapped over the soft lips and pushed his tongue inside.
It was easy to go through the motions, let his mind slip away from the scene at hand. If he didn’t think about it too much, he could have been back in his bedroom with that sweet mare he’d had a quick fling with a few moons back. That had been different though, rushed and hasty, whereas with Fluttershy, and now Spitfire too, he had all the time in the world to please them. There was no rush to get his cock in, force the oversized organ into position, and he had all the commands he needed to know exactly what they wanted and when they wanted it too.
In a way, that control and release was a pleasure in its own. And, with a soft moan, Arctic gave himself over to the submission of it, grunting into Spitfire’s sex as his cock pulsed, drooling copious amounts of viscous pre-cum. He knew he was making a mess and he could be punished for it later, but it was out of his hooves. And that was a relief too. He didn’t have to worry about anything and all he had to do was to do as he was told, pushing his nose into Spitfire’s marehood and flicking his tongue over her clit as she gave a little whimper herself that was simply music to his ears.
Ah yes. Arctic moaned. He liked those moans of Spitfire’s very much. So much, in fact, that he redoubled his efforts, dipping his muzzle to lap and slurp at her sex with shocking lewdness. And she responded swiftly too, hind legs shifting as muscles jumped and twitched beneath her skin. He could not have said when the exact moment of her orgasm began but he felt her buck, a hoof catching him in the chest, as she shrieked a whinny, climaxing hard and loud.
But he didn’t stop there. Pleasuring her on through orgasm, Arctic attacked her oversensitive flesh with relish and drank down every drop of sexual juices that she had to offer him. The stallion snorted softly, warm breath rushing over her marehood, and bore down gently, drawing her clit into his mouth, sucking long and hard and deep . Spitfire cried out. Arctic shuddered, a deeply-rooted pleasure rising to the front of his mind and taking hold, driving him on and on and on to deliver as much pleasure to the mare as he possibly could.
He had to. Mistress Fluttershy commanded it.
And other things too. He felt Fluttershy’s wing slap his rump a moment before her words cut through the air like the lash of a whip.
“Get on your back. Now!”
Drawing his nose back sharply from Spitfire’s marehood, Arctic scrambled to obey even as the Pegasus grunted her disapproval of him pulling away. Once his withers had smacked into the floor, however, he was swiftly rewarded with the mare’s cunny back in his face, licking her to as sharp and sudden an orgasm as the first had been. Spitfire hissed and wriggled, wings outstretched and trembling as her body was wracked with pleasure, tail tickling the stallion’s chin as the tips dangled. He focused, concentrating on the mare he had been set to pleasure, so devoted to the task he’d been set that he did not even notice Fluttershy moving around him like a bat through the night.
And then he felt it: pressure under his tail. Arctic squirmed, balls weighing heavy between his hind legs, but there was no escaping it as Spitfire bore down, grinding her marehood back and forth across his muzzle as if she was quite literally using his muzzle for her pleasure. The vibrator, as it quickly was revealed to be, buzzed to life in his tail hole, pulsing through a cycle of increasingly powerful vibrations that would have made him weak at the knees if he had not already been on his back. Spitfire grunted and climaxed again, a curse that he would have expected from one of the less senior Wonderbolts bursting from her lips, but he cared not for that, only the pulsing, grinding pleasure as his mistress squeezed a similar cock ring around his shaft.
But it wasn’t too tight. His heart leapt. Maybe...just maybe... And yet he still didn’t dare to hope, licking fervently as if getting Spitfire off just the once more would bid her to have mercy on him. Though he was unsure if the mare, despite her Element, was even capable of mercy when it came down to the crux of the matter.
The toy spreading his anal ring into a lewd ‘O’ was yanked out, all happening as if he was a passenger to the event rather than in the centre of it, and swapped for something larger, thicker, heavier. A shaft shaped with knobs and ridges in all the right places teased into him, only slamming deep once she’d crammed the widest part into his needy tail hole. Arctic groaned and tried to hump, but his legs stuck up in the air, bent in towards his body as his balls churned, cock drooling and dripping pre-cum as if he’d already climaxed himself. The effects of his earlier supposed bathing were quickly undone as he stained and marked his own coat all over again, although he doubted he’d ever get the scent of mare and urine – her claim on him, potent above all else – out of his dark coat.
“Do you think he deserves to cum?”
He heard the voices pass back and forth above him as he groaned and nuzzled into Spitfire’s udders as the mare stepped over him, re-directing his attention from her marehood. As is acting on instinct, he locked onto her teats and suckled each of them in turn gently into his mouth, drawing a trickle of sweet milk down his throat to join the rest in his already overfilled stomach.
He suckled down her sweetness like the good pet he truly was, obedient to a fault, and moaned around Spitfire’s teats as toy after toy was pushed into his rump as if she was just trying to see how much he would readily take. Arctic groaned and arched his back, pushing up from the floor yet still as helpless as if he was bond in the tightest of bondage. For it was not physical bonds that restrained him but mental and emotional ones, a longing for something that only Fluttershy could deliver growing in his heart.
The mare knew him. Perhaps even better than he knew himself, although he could not have said how. Removing the last toy, the typically shaped stallion-cock, from his needy hole, Arctic whimpered and wriggled for more even as something small and round pressed to his yielding ring. His cock throbbed and jumped, squirting pre-cum with shocking force, but the lure of orgasm was still there, tingling around the edges of his mind as his shaft was hopelessly left untouched. The only stimulation, the closest stimulation, he got to it was the occasional pokes, prods and strokes to his tight and ready balls, the large orbs aching to deliver a load for any mistress to be proud of.
Whether he got to cum or not was not his choice. But it seemed to be a decision made in his favour, for once. As if from a great distance, he shuddered into Fluttershy’s touch, the mare ramming the anal beads into his tail hole with a rapid series of pops, each one larger than the previous. They ground over his prostate in the most delightful manner and when she tugged at the ring left outside his anal ring, his whole body convulsed, trying to both push into the sensation and pull away.
Everything was in conflict. Nothing was certain. Everything was perfect.
She didn’t even have to touch his cock to draw orgasm from him and, when it came, it was explosive. Spitfire pulled away just in time to be out of the firing line as Fluttershy flipped the vibrating cock ring to its highest setting, ensuring too that it was not too tight to deny him orgasm.
And his seed shot across the floor, the stallion howling and bucking as if it was the last orgasm he’d ever have. He was barely aware of Fluttershy pulling him down into the puddle of his own cum, tail jerking against the cuff, hogtying all four limbs together as he spent his load, balls churning but hardly drained. No, the stallion had far more to give even as his cock flared, the tip twitching and drooling the last trickles of his lust. From a short distance away, Spitfire gave a low whistle. Bound tightly, Arctic’s head rolled back and he moaned quietly, slipping into sweet unconsciousness as sexual exhaustion claimed him in her blissful arms.
“That’s a good pet.”
*
The day, however, was not over for the stallion. She seemed to have a habit or a particular inclination for pushing him to the state of sexual exhaustion where there was nothing he could do besides relinquish his claim on the waking world and fall unconscious. When he woke, he was back in the cage that he’d thought he’d imagined, a dim light on in the basement so that he could see a little of what was around him in her sickly wicked playroom and yet still not a massive amount.
Just enough to tease without revealing every last one of her secrets. That seemed to be the way of the sultry, wicked mare.
The stallion got to his hooves shakily, stretching out each leg in turn as he tried to make sense of what was around him. Yet there was little to claim his attention. The cage was what it was and was not very large either. He could take two paces to the back of it, turn and take another two paces to the front again, where the door was.
Experimentally, he rattled the door, though standing on three legs was too tiring to maintain for too long with every inch of his body still aching – especially his tail hole. Arctic swallowed a groan and trembled, clamping his tail blessedly down over his poor, abused hole. Why had she left him free in the cage? After waking strapped down to the bench earlier and being bound overnight before, he had expected, in the back of his mind, to be similarly bound or even still in the hogtie, which would have been the simplest way to leave him.
Yet the reason was clear, even if he did not want to draw the conclusion himself. Growling, Arctic swung his head from left to right, the red lights of the basement glimmering on a rack of dildos. He stared at them unblinkingly, tail hole clenching on nothing, and took a step back, breath raking through his lungs as if a Timberwolf was raking its claws through him from the inside out.
For Fluttershy wanted him to be free to explore the limited confines of his cage. She wanted him to know just what he was up against, what he faced in her care and confinement, as dubious as the care side was. She wanted him to stretch and relish in his so-called freedom, move his limbs and shake out the feathers in his wings. She wanted him to think he could walk to the door of the cage, push it open and walk free. And yet he couldn’t. It was all a sick mind game. He was a victim to her will and games, each step and move of her chess piece carefully planned and played out as if she was orchestrating it all from high above the actual game itself.
He walked. And he walked. But there was nowhere to go and Arctic spun in a tight circle, tail swiping the bars. His body ached and yearned to move, but he was still confined, locked up and locked in, even if he had been given the cruel illusion of being free.
Circling and circling the cage, he thrust his nose into the bars, eyes wild and rimmed with an edge of white. Out! He had to get out! It wasn’t a place for a pony to be! Gone were any thoughts adoring the safety of being locked up away, replaced by anger and fear as he growled and slammed his hoof into the metal base. It rang out metallically and he grunted, infuriated and not sure what he really expected. To be treated as a pony? Just what did that crazed mare think she was doing, locking him up like one of her pets? He wasn’t an animal! Clenching his teeth, Arctic pressed his head against the door, just above the lock: tantalisingly close and yet still terribly out of reach.
He curled up in the corner of the cage, trembling and shaking. What was she playing at? Was she going to keep him locked in her basement forever, an abused toy that could be bent to her will? Was there so much more to Fluttershy than he’d ever imagined?
Question after question raced through his head, his head spinning too quickly for him to chase down and follow any single one through to completion. Whimpering, he covered his eyes with his wings, blocking out his view of the erotic room with the comforting swathe of feathers.
And so he was forced to, instead, feel. It was not just the ache and throb of sore muscles that called his attention, drawing his mind down every limb and across his wings to the sore point where they connected to his back. She must have drawn the binder around them a little too tight, but the soreness itself was delicious in its own way, reminding him of how hard he’d worked to please her.
That wasn’t the extent of the soreness either and he groaned in the back of his throat, clenching and unclenching his tail hole to test if he was as tight and formed as he had once been. He’d never really considered how his anal ring behaved, but it had become far, far more important in recent days, hours and even minutes. Although he yearned to twist around and try to inspect himself, he did not dare and only tucked his nose beneath his front hooves as the throb of being well-used spread through his entire being.
He stretched out his wings, first the left and then the right in methodical submission. It was not much of a stretch and he could not extend both of them at the same time without brushing the cage bars, which only served as yet another little reminder as to the conditions of his imprisonment.
Rubbing his face, he sat up on his haunches, trying not to think too much about how his hindquarters ached, tail clamped down all the way. It was nice to be able to relax it down from his dock for a time at least and Arctic rolled his head from one side to the other, working out the cracks and tightness he found there. Resigning himself to his fate with one last push to the door – it wasn’t as if it was going to magically swing open at last though – he lay back down and stared resolutely out at the room that had become a prison of sorts to him.
But did it really have to be a prison? He mused over that, lips working as if he was chewing a bunch of hay fries, saliva pooling beneath his tongue. He’d had more climaxes from Fluttershy since being taken into her home than he had in the last few months alone. And he hadn’t hated everything she’d done to him, only it would have perhaps been a little more correct of her if she’d asked him first.
What was he doing? Arctic growled and shook himself. No! He couldn’t let her get into his head like that, make him think that everything was okay and normal and just as it should be! It was all part of her tricks! The mare’s lies! It was all a ploy!
Or was it? He blinked hazily at the red room, which seemed to have strategic toys left illuminated. The pump that had drained him of so much cum. The hose that had been cleaned of cum and his saliva, thick and frothy by the time she’d been done with it and him. The row of the largest toys she’d forced him to take, one by one. He trembled, though there was a tickle of pride in the back of his mind. His body had accomplished far more physically with the mare leading him than he’d ever even accomplished in his personal or work life.
What could she do for him there too? Could the wicked mare drive him on to achievement outside the basement too? If he could do such things for her, all in the name of growing devotion for, yes, she had wheedled that somehow into him, couldn’t he also do all those other things that he’d dreamed of?
Maybe he could if there was a certain yellow pony mistress by his side. Or if he was at her hooves.
The basement and the cage weren’t so bad, he thought to himself, though there was no one there to be privy to his words if he had chanced to say them aloud anyway. If he lowered his eyelashes a little, what little lashes a stallion had anyway, the room could look cosy. Smiling to himself, he let his mind drift, imagining a warm, cosy living room in a cottage that was neither his nor Fluttershy’s, but a new home altogether where, perhaps, things could be different. Just like he’d always dreamed.
There’d be a fireplace in the corner, roaring as it snapped up kindling to feed the larger, heavier logs. He’d keep the curtains drawn to shut out the chill of the night, wandering sleepily into the belly of his home when he had nowhere else to be. And, sometimes, that was the best thing – to have nowhere else to be. In the darkness of his own mind, he had no obligations and no responsibilities and the freedom that came with that was greater than anything a stallion could have otherwise had.
Sighing softly, Arctic danced on the edge of sleep, fantasy blending with the reality he’d been forced into. That pleasant sitting room changed before his eyes, a deeper fantasy taking over as a familiar yellow pony strutted into the scene. Clad in a silk kimono of far off lands, her pink mane was piled up on top of her head and Fluttershy batted her eyelashes at him as she looked down, although there was nothing coy in the look she gave him.
“I’ve been expecting you, pet.”
As if in a trance, Arctic imagined crawling over to the mare who had commanded his life and his dreams, whimpering beneath her as a hoof rested on his hindquarters, holding him in place.
“You’ll make a good hoof-stool, little one.”
She settled herself onto a luxurious couch that had to have been recommended by Rarity, crimson struck through with flecks of gold that complimented the natural hue of her coat. And Arctic knew just what to do as she lifted her hind hooves from the plush carpet, slinking between them so she could relax on top of him and lean back into the soft cushions. Fluttershy sighed happily, tail flicking over his head. Yet he stayed in place and acted as her hoof-stool, letting her smile and sip tea and let the cares and worries of her day slip away.
There was no need for her to acknowledge him or even take more than the most basic of note of his presence. Although the bars of the cage, in reality, surrounded him, all he could feel in his fantasy was the silken brush of her tail against him as he found himself, for the first time, contentedly in his rightful place beneath her hooves.
If it was the place he’d always been meant to be, it was just as well he had found it, and Fluttershy, in the end. Or else who knew where he would have ended up. A cold cage for a night was a small price to pay to be with someone just like her. Mistress Fluttershy.
“You’re a very good pet.”
Arctic smiled, blinking through the soft hairs of her tail.
That was all a pet should have ever wanted. To be good.
And he could be good, for her.
Mistress Shy's New Pet: Chapter Six
Mistress Shy’s New Pet Chapter Six
Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by anonymous
He didn’t want to be so, but it was hard not to play the part of the eager pet when she washed him off with such a loving touch, the stallion in a complete and utter state of a submission after his orgasm. He stood as obediently as a trained pup while she groomed his coat, cooing to him as if he didn’t understand her words at all – and, in truth, he wasn’t paying attention to her as an intelligent pony would. Arctic allowed himself to be moved from one position to another, lifting his hooves one at a time for her to ensure that he gleamed as if he’d just come from a treatment with Lotus and Aloe at the Ponyville spa.
And his mistress was there to make sure he was well and happy, brushing his mane and readjusting his gear – a cuff around each fetlock and the one back around his tail, for she simply liked the look of it – so that it sat comfortably without rubbing. A binder went around his wings, something more appropriate for use in the longer term, and she made sure his collar was replaced too, gagging him although he didn’t really need it for any particular reason. He simply looked rather cute with a red ball keeping his teeth apart and Arctic bore it all without complaint, head bobbing amenably in the luring folds of subspace.
“There’s a good boy,” she murmured, locking him up in his new and improved cage, a roomier affair with a blanket covering the bottom; had he done well to deserve something fancier? “You sit tight and I’ll be back for dinner.”
Blinking slowly up at her, Arctic nodded and immediately lay down to sleep, eyelids closing before his chin had even touched the blanket. He flicked his tail around his hindquarters, sides rising and falling gently as he slipped into sweet slumber, satisfying after orgasm and, well, something far more desirable than orgasm too. For, as wonderful as climax had been, it had been the suckling of the mare’s teats, pleasing her cunny and being so used by his mistress that had pushed him into such a state to begin with, something deep and primal in his soul craving more.
It could not be explained by an irrational mind, a mind lusting after what Fluttershy had to offer. But, luckily, his taste of servitude was set to continue, at least until the mare had determined she well and truly had him within her grasp. He was halfway there already.
*
The next morning found the stallion refreshed with his nose pressed against the cool, steel bars of his cage as his mistress came to find him the next morning. Dinner had passed without comment, the mare ensuring he ate every morsel, but he had fallen back to sleep again so swiftly that it had not really borne much notice by him, his body needing to recover after all the magical means she’d used – potions took it out of a pony in the end – to keep him going for her pleasure.
“Pet!” She clapped her hooves together, the mistress mare unable to keep delight off her face as he rushed to greet her. “You slept well then, my pretty little stallion?”
Blushing, Arctic nodded and looked down, shuffling his hooves as the blanket rumpled beneath him in his eagerness. Part of his mind questioned just what he thought he was doing, acting like a dog eager to see its master, but a larger part of it was thinking with his genitals, sheath already plumping out as he responded in the only way a needy pet could in the present of their mistress.
Fluttershy giggled, fluttering her eyelashes coyly at him.
“Oh my, I see someone is very well. Do you want to play, pet?”
The stallion hesitated, tilting his head to the side. His tail twitched as if it was trying to wag, but it could have just been his body still protesting as to the bondage. Would she let him cum again? Would he get a good look at her udders, maybe even get to please those too? Would she use him? Pain or pleasure? Question after question – all unanswered – flashed through his mind, conflicted with the tugging, niggling desire in the back of his mind to return home. The warmth and sanctity of his little, thatched cottage called to him and he tried to open his mouth to speak the words that would send him back, only to remember that the ball gag was in the way.
It wasn’t as if Fluttershy would have allowed him to leave anyway, but the flourish with which she flung open the door of his cage sent a chill down his spine and he did not resist as she snapped on the leash, hauling him out with a strength that no longer surprised him. The mare bounced on her hooves, a smirk on her lips and a glint in her eye that spelt trouble, even if trouble of the best kind.
Arctic started, eyes wide. Just where had that thought come from? But there was no time to analyse it as Fluttershy pulled on his leash, collar pressing on the back of his neck.
“Let’s play, pet!”
And she had clearly had something in mind already as she dug out a latex suit from a chest, one that apparently left his head and the very back of his hindquarters, the underside of his tail, free. There was a zip which allowed his wings, still in the binder, to sit free – had she used the suit on a Pegasus pony before? – and his sore cock, squeeze up to the underside of his belly through the suit, was blessedly released as a zip allowed access to that part of him too. His hooves were left free, the sleeves of the suit ending above the cuffs that she’d left on him overnight, and the cuff on his tail re-tied to his collar, holding it up higher still than before.
Arctic shivered. It suited him. Fluttershy stepped back to survey her work, lips pursed critically.
“Fits like a glove,” she murmured approvingly, walking around him in a tight circle to ensure the suit was sitting just as she liked. “How much can you move pet?”
His eyes drifted to the staircase without thinking as he moved one leg at a time, his range of motion shortened due to the tightness of the suit under his armpits and around his hind legs. Grunting, Arctic struggled to even stretch out one leg, wings completely out of the question due to the binder.
How many stares would I get if I ran through Ponyville in this?
“A little too much then... Oh, but I can fix that .”
There was no time to act. He reeled back automatically even as she yanked the leash, dragging him to the centre of the room across from where he’d only pleased her and Spitfire the day before. Distracted by those thoughts and the pulsing of his half-hard cock, already threatening to drool pre-cum, Arctic stood still a moment too long as she tightened two straps, complete with O-rings around his chest, behind his withers and just before the join of his hind legs to his hindquarters. Once the first one had gone on, he was lost to her and she rattled down the chains from the ceiling by means of a crank placed off to the side, hooking them deftly onto the rings as if she had done it many times before. She probably had.
Arctic yelped as his hooves left the floor, Fluttershy reeling up the chain with shocking speed. His sounds of discomfort were muffled around the gag, but she did not lift him all that high, just enough to render him helpless, grunting and shouting around the ball gag that made his jaw ache after wearing it for so long. It wasn’t as if his muzzle was needed for the moment, however, and Fluttershy smirked at him as he wriggled, though the straps did not shift a single inch, too skilfully in place for him to slip or move them at all.
“Oh dear...” She grinned. “I can’t have you flailing like that now, can I? You might hurt yourself!”
Of course, she was the only one allowed to cause pain to Arctic without her express permission and him injuring himself would put a real damper on her plans, after all. His legs were deftly bound up to his stomach, pulled in to his body, so that he would not catch her accidentally or kick the sensitive underside of his belly, and the blindfold proved to be the finishing touch, the mare slipping it over his eyes to block out what little light there had been in the basement.
Fluttershy’s laugh was anything but pleasant, echoing faintly in the dark and twisted room.
“Nighty-night, pet...”
He moaned around the gag, every sensation from the brush of her wing to the prod of her hoof tightening a strap seeming heightened as blindness overtook him.
“Oh, I do like this... I like a pet that gets nice and hard for me. You don’t even take any attention to look like you’re ready to please and take everything, absolutely everything, pet.”
Fluttershy ran the edge of her hoof down his cock and Arctic groaned, head rolling from side to side.
“But this... This will need changing.”
The straps of the gag loosened around the back of his head and he opened his mouth just a little wider to let the ball drop into her grasp, but his temporary relief in working his jaw was short-lived at best. All too quickly, the gag was replaced by another one – only a little smaller – that allowed his tongue to poke through, a rubber covered ring that settled just behind his front teeth. If he’d been better versed in the language and throes of BDSM, he would have recognised it as a ring gag.
“Much better...”
Fluttershy’s lips floated over the sensitive skin of his neck and Arctic groaned, automatically shifting to lean into her touch as he swung lightly in his suspension bondage. The sweetness of her touch was as fleeting as a wing-beat, however, as she suddenly bit into his neck as if she’d become a vampire fruit bat – or something like that, if what he’d heard through the grapevine was true. Arctic cried out through the gag, twisting and struggling as she released him, only to nibble further down his neck, finding the sensitive spots and digging her teeth in to a sharp, sudden jab of pain.
“There, there, pet...”
She was hardly soothing. Arctic whimpered and twisted his head back and forth as she worked her way all over his body, paying closest attention to the parts of him not covered by the suit. However, it seemed to have been built with a series of zips that allowed her access to nearly any part of him and she giggled with what he thought must have been delight as she revealed panel after panel, kissing and nibbling and biting whenever she thought he must have let his guard down. Arctic whined and tried to paw with a hoof – that hurt! – but his expression was covered by the mask with only the few sounds he could make and the tension in his jaw belaying his pain.
His cock, however, betrayed the true lusts of his body as she nipped at the bones of his wings, exposed by the binder, and he shuddered, cock jerking to slap up against his own underbelly.
“Oh myyyy, someone likes that...”
And he did, or at least a part of him did. Exploring the fine bones of his wings, she removed the binder entirely and spread them out, playing her hooves along the primaries to flex them to their full natural extent. The stallion swallowed hard as she ran her tongue along the thin bones, cock pulsing and loins seeming to heat up, tightening shockingly in his guts, as he feared he would cum right then and there from that stimulation along.
But that wasn’t right! He struggled with the concept – how could he possibly be able to cum from her not even touching his cock or tail hole, for he’d certainly seen just how sensitive that part of him could be! Arctic hissed and hacked a cough, making all the sounds he could as he swung from side to side, the mare giving him a little push as if to demonstrate just how much control she had over him. If he’d ever thought of running, that luxury was far from within the realm of possibility any more, the stallion forced to bear every moment of her teasing as she nipped and played with his wings, tongue trailing along each individual feather in turn as his flanks heaved and sweated within the suit.
Just let me cum!
She saw the telltale signs in his body, however, and backed off in time, nuzzling her way up around his neck once more to play with the sensitivity she had found there too. This time, she found his ears, nibbling and suckling at the tips as he shivered and twitched beneath her, warmth flooding his veins as if he had been doused in a bucket of hot water or even immersed himself completely in a boiling hot bath.
He wriggled. He squirmed. He flexed and he bucked. There was nothing he could do to evade Fluttershy’s teasing command as she nipped sharply at his ears, driving up the stimulation to a fever pitch. As if knowing what was coming before he knew it himself, she stepped to the side of him, massaging his throat with a commanding air and spreading out the main bones of his wings just as she suckled on the most erogenous zones.
And Arctic could not hold it any longer. His whole body tensed, balls pulling up, in the moment before orgasm and it was a wise move on Fluttershy’s part that she had stepped to the side in time, for he ejaculated like a fountain. The cum-vein on his shaft visibly swelled with each spurt delivered, thick cream splashing across the room. His head jerked back as he cried out incoherently through the ring gag, nearly dislodging the blindfold with how violently he convulsed, for the strap holding it in place was merely elastic.
“Mm... Now that’s quite a range...”
He barely took note of her. Arctic twisted in his bonds, but his movement was not born out of a desire to escape, but simple sexual ecstasy. He could not have honestly said that he had expected to be allowed to cum after being teased so, but moaned and whinnied through it regardless, tail trying to flag even though it was pulled up high enough to expose the dock already.
His mistress’ touch disappeared as she shifted away and Arctic caught himself leaning into her, searching for her warmth even as his orgasm, very slowly, tapered off to a more respectable stream and dribble of cum, the remnants of his initial power and virility. All that was in Fluttershy’s control, after all, and whatever he had was hers to use as she pleased.
Subspace was an intoxicating realm.
“I’ll make you clean that up later, pet. Your tongue should be a good mop.”
Giggling, she clip-clopped away over the floor, the rustling of her moving through another chest or box reaching his ears as he hung there, thankful at least for the straps that kept him in place. After an orgasm like that, he wasn’t so confident in his own ability to hold himself up on his own four hooves.
She was not about to allow him time to relax when she had playtime on her mind, however, and scooped up a stallion-cock shaped toy with a wicked glint in her eye. If Arctic could have seen her, his heart would have leapt, tightening in his throat, but he was forced to wait in tense anticipation of the delights to come.
“I think you need to be a little better acquainted with the toys I use on you, pet...”
The stallion whimpered, but she ignored him as she lifted the dildo to his lips.
“Open wide!”
No! Arctic turned his head away as the toy touched his lips, but she was too quick for him. Hooking a wing-feather into the corner of his gag, she held him still and, as he gasped, she crammed in the toy as if she was simply filling his mouth with a ball gag instead.
Easy as pie.
Grunting, the stallion shook his head, but there was no dislodging what was so evidently a toy when there was such an intent mare hanging on to it. Clicking her tongue disapprovingly against the roof of her mouth, Fluttershy held it in place, rubbing his throat until he swallowed and allowed the build of saliva in his mouth to naturally begin lubricating the toy. Although he knew he was straight, he moaned around the cock in his mouth, drooling around it as he was forced to keep his mouth open, a blush searing across his cheeks.
“Lick it all over,” Fluttershy said coolly as she drew the toy back enough to allow him to carry out the command. “This may be the only lube I allow you, if you disappoint me.”
She eyed the toy with raised eyebrows.
“And do you really want this going into you without any lube at all bar your spit, pet?”
He gasped, lips closing softly around the head of the toy before she’d even finished speaking. No, he most definitely didn’t want it going in anywhere dry! Lathering it with lap after lap of his soft, fleshy tongue, Arctic did his best to cover it from base to tip, the unflared cock-head grazing over his tongue with what he imagined the texture of a real cock to have. Not that he’d ever had a real cock in his mouth, other than the very end of his own, as it was so large. He hadn’t tried for a while and the last time had been a long, long time ago and he’d not managed more than a few minutes of teasing sucks and licks before finding the strain on his neck to be too much.
“Such a good boy...” She cooed. “You just need a bit of encouragement from time to time, don’t you, pet?”
He groaned and nodded – for what else could he do but agree with her? If she was going to cram the shaft into him either way, he wanted it to be with a hefty dose of lube and not dry! So he slathered every inch of it with lewd, long strokes of his tongue, even putting on a bit of a show to see if he just might be able to please her, although that was no doubt a difficult task with a mare as demanding as her.
And then the toy was gone, taken from his lips even as he leaned after it with his eyes wide and tongue poking comically from his mouth. He whimpered and moaned softly, bobbing his head for it back, but Fluttershy only giggled and turned it over in her hooves, slick and shiny with her pet’s saliva.
“You are so needy... But I’m not sure even you deserve this to be used on you, pet. You got it wet but nowhere near enough for me to use under your tail!”
He groaned against himself, a part of him wanting it up under his tail even as a greater portion of his psyche reeled from the notion. How could he have known just how devious the mare would become? How had she even gotten him to lust after such a crudely carnal act too? The blindfold slipped from his eyes and he blinked, adjusting to the scene before him as the mare’s eyes gleamed.
But it didn’t matter and he had no control over it anyway as the mare rocked back onto her hindquarters, leaning back against what could have been a spanking bench to keep herself upright in a semi-seated position. From there, she batted her eyelashes at him and cooed softly, teasing the tip of the horse-cock toy against her marehood. Of course, she was already soaked and dripping with arousal, though he wondered just how easily his mistress could get herself aroused. It seemed to take nothing at all but he still leaned forward, straining to reach her as he whimpered and she slid the cock into her sex as if it was nothing at all.
“You see, pet,” she murmured, a flush in her cheeks. “This is how a mare really takes a cock and you have to earn that right. And this is how wet it really should be if you’re going to take it up under your tail nicely, like a good colt. And you do want to be a good colt, don’t you?”
He was nodding before his mind even caught up with his body, grunting and shaking in his bonds as he tried to rock. Need filled his mind, Arctic’s gaze riveted on the beautiful mare pleasing herself before him, the position she was in with her legs spread and tail fanned out softly across the floor beneath her rump giving him the best possible view of her stretched sex and just how it clung to the toy in a tight ‘O’. Rocking into the thrusts, Fluttershy groaned for his benefit, tongue hanging out the side of her mouth as if the fake stallion-cock was giving her the most pleasure she had ever had.
Arctic snorted and shook his head. He wanted to give that to her – that pleasure! And why wouldn’t she use him instead of a toy? Little did the stallion know just how far gone he already was towards truly becoming her pet, wanting to take the place of a toy just so he could submit and please her all the more.
And Fluttershy knew that too. Oh, she knew.
“Too small,” she moaned, dragging it out and knocking the cock, splattered and gleaming with her juices, to the side. “Bigger! Which toy do you think would look best in me, pet? Not that you get to choose but isn’t it nice to imagine you have that choice?”
Giggling wickedly, she held a hoof over her lips but her demurely coy attitude wasn’t fooling him.
“Of course, you don’t have a choice. And you don’t need it either.”
Arctic groaned, but he was not about to say anything as Fluttershy got another dildo from just out of his line of sight, pushing her hindquarters up from the floor as she slowly eased it inside. Her lips parted in lust and she moaned lewdly, rocking her hips to take it deeper and deeper as the odd-shaped dildo drove in as deep as she could possibly grind it, leaving only the base outside her pussy.
“Ohh... Now that’s better...”
The restrained stallion twisted and groaned, trying to lean in, tongue protruding through the ring gag as he yearned to lap over her pussy, that throbbing bud of a clit calling him in like a siren. Oh, he needed her, needed her more badly than he’d ever needed a mare, but he had no will or voice to speak – not considering the position she’d put him in.
Yet Fluttershy squeaked and whinnied like the toy was everything she’d needed and more, pressing a button at the base to send the toy vibrating into her passage as it pulsed through a cycle. Not just a dildo then. Arctic shuddered, imagining that he was lapping her clit as she pounded it into herself, giving her every drop of pleasure her lustful mind needed while she took everything from him, leaving him just her obedient little toy.
But he could not reach her even if he could see everything, Fluttershy rolling onto her hooves as she presented her rump to him, though it was not for him to mount, only to tease. And she knew just how to get herself off quickly, if only to stoke the fire of her own desire just a little bit more. Her squealing, whinnying orgasm shocked through the room, filling every last corner of her play space, as she bucked and ground back on the tip, tail swishing wildly as if she simply couldn’t control it in the height of orgasm.
“Oh, yes! Yes!”
Her cries were for his ears only and Arctic tried to squeal, mouth held open as he drooled and groaned, straining and fighting to no avail. No, there was nothing he could do to get to Fluttershy as her marehood squeezed and winked around the cock inside her, the vibrations driving her as wild as he wished to. But how had he fallen so far, to want to do some humiliating things just to please her, just to get a little bit of her attention and sweetness, words dropping from her tongue like the sweetest of honey.
Her high could not go on forever, however, as much as both of them were quite sure she would have liked to. Panting heavily, Fluttershy moaned as she slid the toy from her sex, leaving a deluge of feminine arousal in its wake, slickening her pussy lips in anticipation of something more still. She flagged her tail high, showing off for him, although it was all merely a display, every last bit of it designed to rile him up all the more.
Arctic’s breath came in short pants as she stalked up to him, her head held high and a wicked glint in her eye as she looked him over, sweating and needy and entirely under her control.
“That was fun, but I think I’ve got something better for you. I’ll use that toy on you later, don’t you worry, my sweet little one.”
Batting her eyelashes, she put her hoof beneath his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes as she devoured him with a sly, sensual smile.
“I wouldn’t want you to not get what you so badly want, after all, pet,” she crooned. “The way you lapped at that cock... Why, you must want it under your tail so badly! But you can’t see this.”
Before he could react, she had the blindfold back over his eyes, securing it place a moment before pressing something else entirely – definitely not a dildo – to his tail hole. How was she so quick, getting around to his rump like that? Groaning, Arctic flexed to receive it, relaxing the best he could as submission swirled around him, an intoxicating jest. Something smaller than he’d expected pushed into him and he furrowed his brow, though could not ask just what it was with the gag in his mouth, holding his jaw open.
Fluttershy giggled musically.
“Oh, these are fun...”
Another object eased in, pushed by the flat of a hoof, swiftly followed in quick succession by another and then another. She crammed him full of what he hoped was a toy, filling him up with a similar sensation to what the anal beads had given him. Grunting through the gag, the blindfolded stallion pushed his tongue out and panted through his open mouth.
“Eggs, pet, though of a different kind than what you may find from one of Applejack’s chickens!”
Arctic grunted, but his wordless question was swiftly answered as the eggs in his tail hole suddenly burst to life in a series of vibrations. Each one rumbled on a different cycle – how they were controlled, he could only presume – and he whimpered, rocking his hindquarters from side to side as she squeezed a final egg, the largest of them all, under his tail.
“There, nice and full now.”
Her wings brushed his cock, layering the hard flesh with stroke after stroke, but it was not enough to get him to the edge, tingling on the limit of what his oversensitive breeding pole could bear after such a strong orgasm. But she wasn’t one to use her body when she could take advantage of a toy, the feel of her hoof replaced by what he thought was another egg, but could not be quite sure about.
Rubbing the toy around the head of his shaft, his mistress gave a soft murmur and the toy buzzed to life like the ones under his tail. The stallion shuddered and moaned openly, eyelids fluttering beneath the caress of the blindfold. It was too much stimulation after such an orgasm and he grunted, back trying to round even within the confines of the latex suit holding him tight.
“What a cute toy you are, all wriggling,” she cooed. “I wonder...”
The toy pressed to the very head of his shaft and he convulsed, trying to rock away but finding himself swinging into the pressure instead. To his surprise, the flat tip of his cock seemed to open, allowing the egg inside as he reeled in shock. His cock wasn’t supposed to do that! Things weren’t meant to go up there ! But he hadn’t thought that anything was supposed to go into his tail hole either and that had happened.
Groaning deep in the back of his throat, Arctic’s sides heaved as his cheeks flushed, the egg fully seating itself just inside his urethra. The stretch was unreal – worse even than that gigantic horse-cock she’d rammed under his tail! – and he grunted like a wild stallion himself, someone untamed and ferocious who would have never allowed a mare to treat him like a colt.
But a colt he was and under Fluttershy’s control felt too good to shrink away from, as much as she pushed his boundaries. Love? Not quite, but something more, perhaps, was in the stars.
“Oh, my... Now I do like that.” Her hoof pressed to his cock. “Feel that bulge, pet? I bet I can work it down further... But you’ll have to cum to get it out after. Let me see...”
Something slender teased his urethra and Arctic gulped as it, oh so very slowly, pushed in, stretching his tube as he huffed and tried to swing away. It was a strange sensation, almost ticklish – but not quite that. His skin prickled, nervous energy rolling through him and his cock throbbing as if it was unsure whether it should remain hard or soften in the face of such stretching.
He did not know what items she filled him with, using the little rod to keep his entrance nice and accessible, but eggs at the very least filled his needy length until he was stuffed fuller than his tail hole. Rocking and moaning, Arctic rolled his hindquarters as his balls churned, cum aching to be spent as the eggs ground up to his prostate, begging release that was not within his control. For she would be disappointed in him if he gave himself over to his base needs and ejaculated without command and he didn’t want that, pain when he could have pleasure and those adoring murmurs from her sweet lips.
Where his mistress was capable of delivering both pain and pleasure, he knew which one he’d choose.
The pressure grew and grew and he tried to clench his teeth, gnawing the gag with as much movement as he could coax from his strained jaw.
“Cum, pet,” she breathed in his ear, breath tickling. “Cum for your mistress. I need those toys back, after all!”
He was already trying to nicker before she’d even finished speaking, back humping as much as it could as his balls churned and the release doubled the pressure in his shaft. He could not cum with as much force as would be normal for him, having been pushed to such extremes of stimulation, but the flow of cum, coming in driving spurts, pushed every last one of the toys from his urethra, sending them scattering wildly across the floor. Fluttershy laughed and his cheeks burned as his tail hole clenched down on the toys tucked into his rump, locking those inside him even as he rid himself of the others, all on her command and her command alone.
“Well, pet, you have made quite a mess...”
Fluttershy smirked.
“It’s almost as if you want to have to clean it all up again!”
Arctic’s cheeks burned and he moaned through the gag, head hanging and cock drooping as it softened slightly. It would be hard again in no time so it was of little concern to either of them.
“But I can’t have that lubricant getting into your system,” she said, speaking as if to herself as his ears twitched, following her movement about the room. “Now... What will do the trick?”
It wasn’t a question for him to answer and Arctic could not have truly said he was surprised to feel the familiar end of a hose press to the tip of his dick, the urethra feeling oddly sore and stretched without any trace of pain. Yes, that hose had been under his tail for so long and between his lips – or at least one very similar, if not the same – that it was impossible not to recognise it as she squeezed it into his passage with surprising tenderness, using his half-softness entirely to her advantage.
“There’s a good pet.”
He trembled. Was she going to fill him with cum again? His own cum – force it back down into his balls? He wouldn’t have been surprised at all if she’d saved it up, somehow. What splashed into his shaft, however, cooling it from base to tip, was merely water and the stallion squeaked, shivering from the sudden burst of cold. Arctic twisted, forelegs pushing the latex suit to his limits, but he wouldn’t have been able to break free of the suit even if he’d not had the bondage to secure him firmly, gear enough a lure in itself.
But something was changing. Arctic grunted and twisted his head from side to side, tongue pushing lewdly from the ring between his teeth. Oh hell, it was... It was... Even his mistress was quiet, trying to work out what was happening even as he grappled with it.
“What...” Fluttershy stroked his length and he sensed rather than saw her confusion. “But where’s the water going? What are you... Oh .”
Arctic moaned and panted, flanks heaving as his tail twitched and tugged at the cuff. Wriggling in his bondage, he groaned as his balls grew heavier and heavier, inflated by the steady filling of water as it travelled straight down his hardening length and into the fertile orbs. For as much as they begged to spill what they had to offer, there was oh so very much more they could take, filling and swelling to obscene proportions.
And a mare would want to test those limits too: oh yes indeed. She pushed him, increasing the flow of water so that his balls grew and grew, veins bulging on them as they hung almost all the way down to the floor. Arctic moaned and squirmed, but there was nothing he could do to stop the pleasurable strain from increasing with every passing moment, eyes half-lidded and cock throbbing. If she had not been filling his balls to the brim with the hose jammed in, he would have easily been drooling pre-cum, need rising and rising. For what could be better than pleasing his mistress, the mare who had already unlocked so very much for him?
There was only so much she wanted to test with his balls, however, and Fluttershy giggled wickedly as she swapped the hose to his mouth, locking it into the ring as he automatically closed his lips around it the best he could. It twisted into place as if it had been designed to go there, depositing a steady stream of fluid straight down his throat to his stomach as the needy stallion whimpered and wriggled, helpless to her whims.
And his stomach swelled. He was barely away of the specifics of what was happening, only catching flashes. The blindfold came off, blinding him in a red glow, and Fluttershy kissed along his shaft, teasing the tip as it flared ostentatiously. He groaned, chin tucked down. He couldn’t cum! But the stretch of his stomach, filling out once again as if he was pregnant, was alluring and tickled a deeply rooted need that he had not, could not, have known was present before, wanting to be inflated as much as she wanted to use and abuse him, all for her pleasure.
Because that was all it came down to in the end. Fluttershy arched her back, pushed back onto his cock with a lewd moan that made him cum on the spot. But, far from seeding her, cumming like a fountain, his cum had nowhere to go from his heavily inflated balls and the stallion gave a strangled shriek that was both pleasure and shock as the magical forces that had so very long ago given his body life absorbed the water. His body knew where it could go even if his mind could not direct it, ejaculate it, and Arctic whined plaintively as his body pulled the mixture of seed and water into his midsection – his already bulging stomach.
“My... My...” Fluttershy panted, bucking and rolling her hips as she pleasured herself on his shaft, using him as nothing more than a convenient dildo to get off. “Aren’t you one full of surprises, pet? I wonder just how – ah! – big you can go!”
And she was going to find out. Allowing him not a moment of rest or respite, the mare forced him to swell larger and larger, belly spilling down grotesquely. His warm coat caressed her as she rocked back on him, using the stallion as nothing more than a living dildo as he was driven to climax after climax, each and every one forcing the cum back into his balls as they grew larger and larger, almost at a rate to match his massive stomach. If anyone had seen him without understanding the eroticism of the scene and the control she had over him, they would have gaped and, at the very least, fled, but Fluttershy moaned and tossed her head, the heat in her cheeks betraying her need for every bit of control she took from her pet.
That cock, after all, was too good to waste and she arched and pushed into him as he swayed, eyes bleary with orgasm after orgasm washing over him. There was hardly anything to differentiate the time between them anymore as the mare did her very best to milk him, stealing his pleasure for her own as his throat worked and worked, swallowing the water pumped into his mouth. It would only fill out his cheeks if he paid it no mind, after all, and a part of the pony simply did not want to face her wrath if he did not, as she said, please her in body and mind.
A much larger part of Arctic, however, was simply lost to her, wanting to please as ecstasy mingled with the loss of power, a delectable combination. And Fluttershy knew she had him too, well and truly, staying on his cock even as he grew until the very last possible moment. She only slipped her winking marehood off his cock, dripping with her juices and flexing as if trying to drag him back inside her already, when she simply could not fit beneath him anymore.
But, as his stomach swelled, her playroom took a toll. The chains groaned, pulled to their furthest extent as his balls swayed and just about buoyed him up from their own filling of water and cum. Giggling, Fluttershy turned up the dial on the pump, increasing the floor to his stomach while she took care of her toys. He, after all, was well enough entertained for the moment.
To stop her chains from becoming too stressed, or at least the mechanisms that she used to retract or release them, she lowered him down to the floor, pleasuring herself with toy after toy before him as he ejaculated from the mere erotic sight along of his mistress writhing in ecstasy, lips parted in a perfect, sensual ‘O’ of complete and utter pleasure. It was the way it was meant to be.
He didn’t want to say how deeply he was under her spell, only that he was just where he was supposed to be, limbs helpless as he pressed against the walls of the room. Larger and larger, she pushed him right up to his limit and, if not that, the limit of what her playroom itself could take. Racks of gear groaned as they were rattled and shifted, the pony’s stomach shoving bondage racks and benches to the far side of the room as he flailed, comically small wings flapping uselessly. It was only when he could not have possibly grown any larger, filled with water directly from the main supply of her cottage, that she allowed him respite and squeezed around his erotic bulk to flutter up to his raised head.
“Here now, pet...”
The hose was removed and he accepted the neck of the potion bottle gratefully, gulping it down as soon as she tipped it up for him. It allowed him to decrease in size, at least to a more manageable level, even though his belly still spilt out on either side of his body, forcing him to waddle when she, finally, helped him to his hooves, shaking and sweating for a different kind of release in the latex suit.
And then she took care of him as he’d longed to be taken care of for so very long. It was a different matter entirely to have a mare stroke his mane and wash the grime and cum from him. He had to take care of the gear, which he did under her direction, only receiving one or two lashes of the whip for getting something wrong, but he was a quick learner and she was the very best motivation for him.
When she tucked him up in his cage for the night, smelling sweetly of roses and with a perfect playroom surrounding him, Arctic could not wipe the soft smile from his lips, eyelids drooping as sweet sleep called to his weary mind. A pleasantly weary mind, yet a weary one nonetheless. He was so tired that he hardly noticed that another cushion had been added to his cage, making it cosier and more homely than it had been before with just the blanket.
What would she do to him next? The anticipation was great and the prize oh so very sweet. Arctic yawned widely and turned his cheek into her hoof as she caressed him, a strange sort of smile pulling at her lips – not one he’d seen before.
“Maybe I’ll be able to take you as my true forever pet very soon...”
The mare giggled and kissed his nose, closing the door of his cage as her pet curled up into a tight ball.
“I would so like to keep you, little one.”
Mistress Shy's New Pet: Chapter Seven
Mistress Shy’s New Pet Chapter Seven
Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by anonymous
“Do you want to stay, pet?”
Arctic groaned and looked down, though he could not stare at his hooves with the collar tightened so much, a metal chain linking it up to his tail. If his head went down – as much as it could, anyway – his tail went up and vice versa. He could move, but there was a consequence to that action, at least when it came to looking around. In her basement dungeon, he stood before a cushion that she’d seen fit to grace his pet cage with, the surface stained with evidence of his arousal and forced satisfaction. Not that orgasm was all that satisfying anymore when he had a mare to please, muzzle buried into her cunny and tongue in her tail hole until she climaxed on him over and over again.
Arctic shivered. The mare stared him down unblinkingly, back tense. Even her tail was still, not swishing back and forth as it was apt to do when she was relaxed or enjoying him. He’d seen a lot of that from her in the basement, but nothing since she’d descended the stairs with such an expression that he’d wondered if one of the princesses had died, if only for a moment.
“You’re going to have to prove it to me if you want to stay.”
Putting her hoof beneath his chin, Fluttershy forced him to look up at her. Eyes brimming with sincerity, she licked her lips, a sliver of vulnerability crossing her muzzle. He blinked back at her, confusion clouding his eyes. His forelock fell in a loose curl across his forehead and, tenderly, she brushed it away, lips parting and then closing again as if there were words locked behind them that could not yet be released. But what were they?
“I want you to stay, pet. But I have to know you want it to. Are you going to try? Try for your mistress?”
Arctic gulped and tried to pull back, but she held him fast and firm. What could he have to prove? And what would she come up with? Although his legs were not bound and, for once, his wings were free of the binder that had become an ever-present feature over the course of the last few days, he did not shift an inch. Perhaps he thought that she would simply not allow it, but a deeper, darker part of his mind whispered another tale entirely, that he wanted to be there. And was he going to find out the truth of the matter or not?
The Pegasus stallion shook his head slowly, taking his chin from her hoof. She did not draw him back, appearing the Element of Kindness, if only for a fraction of a second, that he’d always thought he was. The problem was that now he knew that she was far, far more than that. And he liked what he saw, balls churning with need for the dominant mare who had him well and truly wrapped around her hoof, bondage or no bondage.
Arctic took a deep breath, lungs inflating slowly, oh so tediously slowly. There was only one answer he ever could have given.
“Yes, mistress.”
*
“Look at him...”
“You really picked a corker here, Fluttershy!”
“How good is his tongue?”
“Have you fucked him yet?”
“Does he give massages?”
Blindfolded, Arctic twisted on the St Andrew’s Cross, drawn up onto his hind legs with his forelegs on either side of his head as if he was cheering. But it would have been a silent cheer with the sizeable ball gag crammed into his mouth, drool leaking from the corner of his lips as he failed to swallow in such a position. His cheeks and ears burned, cock hanging out hard and ready from his sheath for all to see, not that he was naturally aroused as yet. He’d opened his mouth willingly for the potion that had preceded the gag, his cock instantly swelling to its full thickness as if it was begging to be used. Fluttershy, however, had only giggled and tapped his cock lightly, mischief dancing in her eyes.
So many voices... Female voices, mares surrounding him. He wriggled and squirmed
“Use him as you will, mares,” Fluttershy said, raising her voice above the clamour so that Arctic could not possibly miss what she said. “He is yours for the night, if he is to prove himself to me.”
His heart hammered and he caught the squeal of a mare close to him, a mouth descending on his shaft as someone, he had no idea who, gulped down half his length as if they’d been born to do it. The stallion’s tail clamped down, the long hairs loose and free, but there was no denying the mare who pressed her tongue up eagerly to the underside of his shaft and trailed it sensually around the glands.
“Can he cum, Miss Fluttershy?”
The stallion’s ears pricked even as he panted, twisting his head from side to side. That voice... He recognised that voice. Arctic moaned as the mare slurped on his shaft, smacking her lips as she wallowed quite a sizeable dose of pre-cum as if it was a fine cider direct from Sweet Apple Acres.
“He certainly doesn’t need getting ready, that’s for sure!”
He gasped. Starlight Glimmer? Twilight Sparkle’s own student? He couldn’t have been more embarrassed to be in such a position except if it was the princess herself sucking his cock! Or at least that was what his mind told him, his mentality running the thought process through even though he grunted as if presented with a mare flush in season, hips trying to buck out from the cross as his cock drooled. Stars above... What were they doing to him? Bound and helpless, he could have been free and still putty in their hooves, willing to fuck, be fucked, please and do all they wished and more, regardless of what that entailed.
All for her. All for Fluttershy.
He’d do anything for his mistress.
Little did he know that his sweet fate was already sealed, if his trial as yet unproven.
“Yes, you may force him to cum as you please. It’s perhaps time to test his stamina.” He could hear the smirk in her voice as she answered the question he’d all but forgotten with those lips wrapped around his eager shaft. “Let’s see if this one really is worthy of the honour of being my pet.”
What did he have to do? Everything? Anything? There was nothing he could do but shudder in place, balls hanging heavily as hooves smacked and teeth nibbled, lips layering kisses over the reddening spots where blows landed. He cried out as his flanks were struck, a paddle finding its mark too right over his cutie mark, pain mingling with pleasure as his shaft was groped and stroked and teased. He could count of how many pairs of lips trailed along it, giggling and bumping into one another as if they were trying to see just how hard he could actually get. It was only the pain of direct hits to this balls and hindquarters that kept him from cumming right then and there, keeping him terribly on the edge as another mare suckled at the flared tip of his shaft.
“Get him down!”
“I want those lips draining me again! Gawd, do you know what this feels like?”
And then the cross was tilting, shoving him down to the ground at such an alarming rate that he tried to squeal around the gag. Any sound of protest was muffled, however, and his nose stopped a hair’s breadth from the floor, just in the nick of time.
“Nice catch, Rarity.”
“A lady never lets her toys fall, but merely lowers them. We wouldn’t want to lose our use of him this evening for a broken nose now, would we, ladies?”
They laughed, but there was less humour and more desire in the sound. Ripping his blindfold off, he blinked at the sudden surrounding of female bodies, soft and hard, all with different colours and cutie marks, some that he’d never seen before and others... Well, they were a side more familiar from his jaunts around town.
As his muzzle was shoved beneath Spitfire’s belly, Rarity giggled and fluttered her eyelashes at him, though there was nothing coy about the motion.
“Well, hello , there darling, fancy seeing you here!” She cooed. “I see you don’t need a suit for your friend’s wedding this time!”
Cheeks burning, Arctic grunted, but someone was undoing the strap of the ball gag from the back of his head, allowing him to gasp for but a moment before Spitfire’s teats were thrust into his mouth. A familiar warmth, he automatically wrapped his lips around them and groaned softly, drawing them in deeply as her milk began to flow.
“Mmmph,” she groaned, head rolling back as a ripple went down her sides. “Celestia, he’s good!”
“Spitfire, darling, you really mustn’t utilise the full capacity of our guest. There are more of us to please.”
Arctic shuddered. That was Aloe. He’d seen her at the spa when his friend had been in for a beauty treatment before her wedding. He’d thought he liked her then, that friend of his, the sweet mare with eyes that sparkled like Luna’s starry night, but that was nothing compared to what he felt for Fluttershy. On a deeper, far more primal level, he wanted to be beneath her, feel her hoof on his cheek and be safe and warm in the folds of her wings. A collar was better than a ring and he’d do anything to keep it on his neck forever.
While he suckled on Spitfire’s glorious teats, the mare bucking and arching her back above him, the other mares took advantage of his situation. As his stomach slowly filled with her sweet milk, strike after strike landed on his terribly exposed hindquarters, a cane even catching him square across the tail hole. Although he jumped and tried to squeal around a mouthful of wonderfully soft mare-udder, there was nothing he could do to avoid them as Spitfire bore her pregnant belly down over his head to keep him in place, using him as nothing more than a vessel into which to drain her sore, overfilled udders. Arctic whimpered, tearing up, but managed to flag his tail up boldly for the mares, knowing, in the back of his mind, that Fluttershy was watching him all the while.
His performance mattered . What he did mattered .
He had to be good for her. Arctic closed his eyes, grunting as something cold and tapered pressed up to his tail hole, questing entrance with the slick glide of lubricant. He should have expected the toy, but he still gasped as a glass dildo was shoved into him, spreading him out as the cool glass warmed to the heat of his body, tail hole grabbing it as if to drag it in deeper. Arctic moaned into Spitfire’s udders and suckled all the more fervently, submission deepening as the world around him seemed to shift and shimmer as if with the aura of magic.
But he was not alone.
“Look at him squirm!”
“He’s twitching like we’re shocking him! Do you have shockers, Fluttershy?”
“I didn’t know this abuse was allowed in Equestria... It’s a refreshing change.”
That one was Tempest, the unicorn with the broken horn levitating a flogger to land blow after blow across his sensitive balls and hindquarters, thrust up for everyone’s and anyone’s attention. The others giggled and jostled her, good-naturedly indulging her in her moment of revelation of just what the pleasures of sexual liaisons could entail now that she was off The Storm King’s ship.
“Oh, Tempest, you are a charm, but let us all have a go. We’ll make sure you get plenty of attention from this needy one still!”
“Let me at the wings, my dears, and I’ll show you just how many ways in which this little one can twitch.”
Aloe and Lotus converged on him as he squirmed beneath Spitfire, stretching out his wings and setting to work. He flinched, anticipating main, but only found them subjected to the most tantalising massage he’d ever had the dubious privilege of experiencing. Milk dribbled messily from the corners of his lips as he suckled, whimpering and shuddering as his cock twitched and throbbed, spurting pre-cum as if he was going to cum at a moment’s notice. But the mares knew how to keep a stallion on the edge too – hey, their happy hour wasn’t for the alcoholic persuasion at the spa! – and teased out the primaries as he trembled beneath their expert touch.
Oh, Celestia and Tartarus! Coughing and gagging on the flow of Pegasus mare milk, the stallion struggled to keep up as she shifted and brought a hoof down on his back. It was funny how such a simple act of domination could make him feel so small, but he melted to the floor, whimpering as his cock pressed up against his own stomach and marked his coat with the creamy stain. The glass dildo under his tail hole had warmed to the heat of his body, but he still gasped when someone bumped it, twitching it up, if only briefly, against his prostate.
“Look at him...”
“Isn’t he a treat?”
They spoke about him as if he wasn’t there and Arctic moaned as his tail was yanked up, someone drawing the toy from him and replacing the head of it against his anal ring with something larger, more dominating. He trembled and prayed to any listening deities – hellfire, the princesses could get him back to normal if they did tear him apart, couldn’t they? – that it would not be too much for him to handle. Not that he had any choice in the matter, of course.
“Just slow to start off...”
He was penetrated crudely, if slowly, and the toy with so many bumps and ridges that it may as well have come from a full-grown dragon drove into him. Grinding up to his prostate, it teased over every sensitive spot he’d never known he had, seeming to drool its own lubricant as it pushed and thrust, worked by the magic of some unicorn. It didn’t matter who it was, only that he was being used, and he couldn’t even feel ashamed that he was grinding and humping back at it like a mare in season, his whole body heating up as if on fire.
What was happening? The room seemed to dip and sway around him, a pulsing beat of music in the background, thick and heady. Fluttershy’s hooves crossed his line of vision beneath Spitfire’s heavy stomach and he trembled, just a glimpse of her thrusting him deeper into such a state of submission that he doubted, in the back of his mind, that he would ever come up from it ever again.
Did he even want to? Oh, it was simply so much better to be under her hooves, right where he belonged.
“I think the secretions are working...”
Spitfire groaned softly, drained of her milk as Arctic’s swollen stomach rubbed over the ground to contain it.
“Damn, his muzzle is as good as last time! Needed that!”
“Darlings, if you would allow me...”
He recognised the white mare who tugged him back by the tail, now dressed from head to hoof in the most luxurious dominatrix gear ever. Although leather was a faux pas in the realm of Equestria, the latex she’d donned was styled to appear such, a pony corset tightened around her waist and four long pairs of black boots stretching up her legs. The ensemble was studded with diamonds and completed by the sharp hairdo, hair drawn back into a seriously sultry look, as none other than Rarity smirked, looking him over with a shockingly critical eye.
“I do so need to let off some steam, darling, and she said you were here for the taking...”
Grinding the thick toy deep into his rump with the aura of her blue magic, Rarity laughed cruelly.
“Let’s see just how much you can take, hm? Maybe you’re not good enough for my dear Fluttershy.”
Arctic’s eyes widened. Not good enough? What did that mean? Yes, he was! He was good enough! He scrabbled at the rubber floor, gasping as the toy slammed into him, forcing its way deep into his guts. He had to be good enough for his mistress – no! He had to be more than that, better than that!
The toy swelled, manipulated by Rarity’s magic as it seemed to grind and thrust and throb just like a real cock. And he was very much familiar with how his worked, the veins pulsing with sheer, raw need as he whimpered and humped, desperate for relief. But he was looking for something else as Rarity cackled over him, swapping that large toy for an inflatable butt plug – of course, he didn’t know what it was at first – that forced him to his limit, growing larger and larger under her influence.
As he tried to bear the incredible stretch, toy swelling against his prostate, Arctic gasped, Red stepping over him with a flirty toss of her pink mane. The stallion grunted and shuddered, looking up at her with every bit as much submission as he looked up at his mistress. It was all for her, after all, and what else could he do but obey?
“A special from me, dear little one...” Red grinned and lifted her tail, turning her rump on him with her marehood winking and twitching lewdly. “Open wide!”
Arctic sucked in a breath just before the stream hit him directly in the face, hot urine splashing and soaking his forelock. It wasn’t Red’s intention to mark him though, with a far sweeter intention behind the crude, yet lustful, act.
“Swallow!” She growled and shoved her rump back on his muzzle, forcing his lips up to her pussy and urethra. “I said swallow !”
He spluttered and gulped down what he could, reeking of her as he managed to hold his mouth open wide and simply let her urinate in his mouth.
“Ew – Red! That’s gross!”
“All perfectly sterile there, dear, don’t worry,” Red waved off one of the others with a grin and a saucy wink. “Trust me, he’s used to it and will have drank far more than what I have to deliver to him today in our last session together.”
“Wow, he’s really kinkier than I thought,” Tempest said, stepping over him. “Red... May I...?”
“Of course, my dear!”
Graciously, Redheart conceded her spot to the taller unicorn, who looked down at the quivering stallion beneath her with the same imperious glare she used on her minions. It had just the same effect on the pony who was only there to serve them and shivered at her hooves, eyes submissively downcast. Her horn crackled with magical energy and Arctic chanced a glance up at her, but those long, shapely legs still did not hold a candle to Fluttershy’s beauty. He had no doubt, however, that Tempest could snap him in two if she so chose.
“I never thought I’d find a stallion that could be debased this much within the realm of Equestria,” she mused, her marehood winking and pulsing. “They always seemed so prim and proper. But this one is different.”
Fluttershy laughed softly, somewhere out of Arctic’s line of sight. His vision, however, was mostly blocked by Tempest and Red, the nurse pony seemingly unwilling to go too far away from the main object of their attention.
“He’s very different,” Fluttershy murmured. “Very different indeed.”
Tempest flicked her gaze over the other mares, in the spotlight even as they egged her on. It took a moment and a big sigh that rolled up from the very fibre of her being, but she managed to relax enough to release a thin stream of urine, letting it splatter messily over Arctic’s nose.
“Don’t let that go to waste, minion.”
She didn’t have much of a vocabulary to play with, not having been off The Storm King’s ship for all that long, but Arctic pressed his lips dutifully to her soft folds of skin all the same, licking up the droplets he could catch and sealing his lips over her urethra. It didn’t help, however, that her cunny was winking and twitching, causing more of a mess than really was necessary as he did his best to gulp down every drop she had to give him.
More quickly than it had tapered off with Red or even Fluttershy, the stream trickled off and Tempest slammed a hoof into the ground beside his head. The pony cursed, lust burning in her eyes as she threw back her head, horn crackling as if she was, once again, in the thick of battle.
“Blasted body,” she muttered, tail flagging. “It is still recovering after the fight. I should have taken your potion, Fluttershy. I simply had no idea that this act could be so appealing.”
“Then I shall finish!”
Red squeezed in, not needing Tempest to move completely out of the way as she jammed her cunny back onto Arctic’s muzzle and he automatically drank down all she had to offer him. The pony laughed and wiggled her rump back on his muzzle, tail flicking over his head, though she was more careful to keep the pink hair out of the mess even if she could not say the same for the mess she left to soak into the stallion’s short coat of fur. He still doubted that he would ever truly get the reek of urine out of it.
More and more flowed into him – heaven to Celestia, had she been taking potions just to make herself urinate more? – and he whimpered, swallowing it down the best he could until Red finally stepped away only to be replaced with her .
His breath caught. Fluttershy. Resplendent in a black latex harness that didn’t restrict her in the slightest, but served to accentuate her best features, the mare threw her head back, mane falling in a sinuous waterfall of luxurious curls, shimmering in the tastefully lustful lighting. He whined and lowered his head submissively to the floor, his hindquarters shuddering as the butt plug rapidly deflated, another mare taking Rarity’s place at his backside. For his rear end was not to be forgotten even as his mistress took her pleasure in the best way she knew how.
After all, just what else was a pet for but to be used and abused for her pleasure and her pleasure alone?
He had his tongue in her tail hole when she released the stream of urine, marking him as hers in just another way. Her scent was more potent than anyone else’s, integrated into his mind and soul so that he could not have gone anywhere, anywhere at all, without feeling her presence lingering with him. Until she slammed her marehood back onto his nose, her warm essence ran down his chin and pooled around his hooves as another mare popped a string of increasingly large anal beads into his tail hole. He later swore he heard Tempest giggling, a faintly disturbing sound and yet not the most wicked he’d had the fortunate misfortune of being trapped within in Fluttershy’s basement.
“There’s a good boy now...”
Blushing heavily, the stallion drank down every drop of her urine that he could manage, stomach swelling and swelling as his cock throbbed. Tempest chuckled and swatted his backside as she drove the beads in deep only to pop them out all over again, each grind of the beads over his anal ring terribly pleasurable and exotic, making his cock jerk and spurt madly. She was not only satisfied with the beads, however, and crammed a thick vibe under his tail right along with him, stuffing him full and twitching even as she wielded a flogger and a paddle for each rear cheek. Arctic squealed, but not even his balls were spared the erotic assault as his rump reddened and she struck his treasures in turn if only to see him jump, shriek and clench down his tail hole around the toys, pleasure driving him very nearly to the edge.
His head swam, the room spinning around him. There was nothing there for him but a sea of colour, mares and cutie marks blending into one, exotic cocktail of sights and sounds. Any semblance of resistance he may have once had crumbled into dust, the stallion fiving himself over well and truly to the world he’d found himself thrust into. He had no choice in the matter but to submit and that submission seemed like the most beautiful thing in the world, the only right thing in the world for him.
Fluttershy moaned, lips parted into a small, lewd ‘O’ of desire as her marehood twitched and pulled up, a steady drool of her arousal trailing down to his muzzle. Helpless to her whim, Arctic lapped her cunny eagerly, grunting and whimpering into her sweetness as she ground back at him, climaxing once, twice – oh, there was no way to count! All that mattered was that he kept licking and licking, teasing his tongue around her clit and lavishing it with attention while his rump grew redder and redder under multiple assaults. Even the pain blended into something sweeter as his cock tried to soften beneath it, but failed with his tongue buried in his mistress’ pussy.
Eventually, Fluttershy stepped away, legs quivering as her pet’s cock drooled copious amounts of pre-cum over her previously nice, clean floor. That could be sorted with his tongue later though, even the urine.
Her eyes glittered.
“Maybe tonight we shall see whether or not he is truly worth my attention as my one and only pet.”
She directed her next words to a mare he could not see, smiling softly as she ushered another forward.
“Maybe you, my dear, would like to make use of his services?”
A murmur of appreciation answered that question and Arctic braced, flanks having as he looked to the mare he was to please next. And she was a beauty near compare to his sweetly dominant Fluttershy.
Aloe presented herself to him, the pink mare from the Ponyville spa devoid of head band and blue tail hiked up high over her hindquarters. He moaned and instinctively tried to lean forward, tongue extended for her pussy, but the mares held him back with giggles and mutters, whispers flying from muzzle to ears without him catching a single sensible word.
“Darling, why don’t you do your duty as a stud stallion?” She murmured invitingly, rear pushed up for his attention. “Show me what Fluttershy’s new pet can really do for a mare.”
Good Celestia – they worked quickly! But he could very well do his duty by a mare as a stallion, even if it wasn’t quite the same as the sweetness of a lover. They pushed him forward, guiding him up onto the mare’s back as she moaned like a whore in a brothel, overdoing her reactions just for show. They didn’t even allow him the luxury of jabbing his own cock into her marehood, instead holding it up for him as if it was his very first time mounting a mare. But any stallion lucky enough to be surrounded by so many lovely mares from all across Equestria for his first time may as well have died and gone to heaven itself without the point of climax even being necessary!
“Oh, so biiiiig!”
Aloe groaned and tucked her head down as Fluttershy sat before her, holding the mare’s head up as she struggled to take the stretch. The stallion, very slowly, tried to ease a little more in, though he feared he was hurting the mare underneath him. As always, however, he didn’t have much of a choice as to how he fucked her or not as the mares clustered behind him goaded him on, pushing his rump so that he had no choice but to step forward, sliding in in tiny increments.
“I know he’s big, but it’s so worth it,” she murmured to her friend, stroking her mane tenderly. “Just relax now. It’ll fit. I promise.”
“I can’t believe you’ve really taken him, Fluttershy!”
If he’d been in any other position, Arctic would have flushed with pride and flagged his tail eagerly, showing off his stallionhood for anyone who cared to see. But, in such a submissive position, even while being on top of a mare, there was no sense of pride in his cock being so big. Its size was only an asset to those who wanted to use him and Arctic’s whole body was there to be used and abused.
Aloe ground her teeth together and arched her back as he stayed as still as possible, letting her take her time in adjusting to his size. After all, he was doing it all for Fluttershy, as enjoyable as feeling a hot mare’s cunny wrapped around his cock was, whether it belonged to his mistress or one of her friends. There was a deeper pleasure beyond the physical, however, and Arctic’s eyes rolled back into his head as Aloe backed up on his cock, half the length buried inside her.
“Come on, Aloe!”
“Yeah, he can’t be that big!”
“I’ll take him next!”
And so Aloe moaned and pushed back, forcing herself to take him even as she fought and struggled with the stretch. Somehow, she managed to get him down to the medial ring, but there she stopped, flanks heaving and pink coat matted with sweat down her neck and across her stifle. Murmuring encouragement to her, Fluttershy held her friend’s head up high and Aloe panted heavily, eyes rolling as she strove to contain the pleasure mixed with the strain.
“Oh, I can’t take any more!” She cried, tongue hanging out of her mouth. “Fuck me! Make him fuck me!”
A whip landed on Arctic’s hindquarters and he squealed, trying to rear. A second crack across the opposite side, however, drove him on in the direction they wanted him to go: thrusting. He thrust and drove with single-minded determination but, in all honesty, he didn’t really have to think. It was a relief in some ways to not have to think about what he had to do, because it was all quite simple; the mares would tell him exactly what to do and he just didn’t have to worry about it.
He only had never considered just how submissive he could feel when his cock was inside another mare. Grinding and thrusting in exactly the way that they bid him to, he filled the smaller mare, ears perking to the sound of her groans. They didn’t let up on his backside, however, whipping and spurring him on – just where had a pony got spurs from? It must have been Spitfire who made use of those, laughing wickedly as she pumped her wings to get a little bit of air and dug them into his flanks, just at the point where his hind legs joined his body.
“Unnnff!”
He dared not make a sound louder than a grunt, though he shuddered and cursed the fact that someone had given the damn mare spurs in the first place. It wasn’t as if they were used anymore anyway, a relic from historical pony times long gone by! Reins would have had a better use, but neither did he want to give anyone any ideas.
His body had to react to her tightness around him though, even as they whipped him on to pound her. Arctic’s hips could not slam up against her, the mare being unable to take his full length despite the best will in the world, but he could shove enough into her to rise the need in his own mind, eyes rolling back as his lusts rose.
“Cum in her, pet!”
The command was clear and Arctic neighed as he pushed in, working his hindquarters as the mares took advantage of his position to massage his balls and layer whips and other impact play tools – he didn’t crane his head back to see just what they were using to abuse him with – across every inch of coat they could reach. His cutie mark took the worst of the abuse, hardly discernible beneath the roughed up fur, sweat leaving dark curls across his hindquarters.
He panted, breath raking as if across his eardrums with every breath. His cock throbbed and the mare beneath him gasped, moaning out her incoming orgasm as pleasure rippled through her. It built and built, a chord drawing tighter and tighter within her until it had to be released.
Aloe howled as climax well and truly hit her, writhing and twisting on Arctic’s oversized cock as if it was the only thing keeping her in place, somewhat upright even as her legs buckled. Her friends, however, were there to hold her up, encouraging Arctic on as he huffed and drove into the pink pony, his own orgasm rising and rising until he too could no longer hold it back.
He climaxed with a squeal, but they were hardly interested in his pleasure, Aloe having gotten just what she wanted from him. Her orgasm fading to a warm glow, the mare pulled off his cock before he’d finished cumming, his seed spent and wasted in a hot splash of semen across the floor.
But they weren’t about to allow him respite as Aloe was ushered off to recover, his cock throbbing and spurting weakly as his head hung, tiredness clawing at his tired mine. And then Fluttershy was there, tipping his head back for a potion that he gladly and obediently gulped down, knowing that it would revitalise him and bring fresh life to his limbs again.
It was just as well he had been obediently as his cock throbbed back to full hardness, skin oversensitive and tingling but ready for the next mare who wasn’t about to waste any time.
“Now let me show you how a real mare takes a stallion!”
Tempest Shadow gleamed before him, magically overfilled udders swinging beneath her: it seemed that her magic was particularly versatile as she got into the kinky play. She presented her backside to him and wiggled her rump suggestively, though there was a distinct air of demand in her demeanour.
“Mount me!” She snapped. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a stallion at my disposal! Mount me!”
“You know,” Fluttershy giggled, tugging on Arctic’s leash to gee him on. “You really should get a pet. They are divine.”
“But you can’t have mine.”
Those words spurred Arctic on as he gripped Tempest’s sides, driven on to breed her as someone else propped his heavily drooping cock up to her marehood. His cock did not arc down, however, because he was softening but rather under its own weight, lust getting the better of the stallion. His cock caught in her pussy and he lunged forward with a grunt, the weight of the larger mare stopping him from shoving her across the floor.
“He must be desperate!”
“All he wants to do is fuck! So adorable!”
“How long do you keep him pent up at a time, Fluttershy?”
Too long.
But that hardly stopped him from grunting and groaning, tail trying to twitch up lewdly as he ploughed into Tempest Shadow. The mare squealed and stomped, a hind hoof jigging in the air, as he drove in to the hilt, her marehood twitching and gripping him as if trying to drag him in. But there was nowhere deeper for his cock to go as he slammed up into her cervix, blessedly not with a single bit of his cock left outside her warm, tight passage.
Eyes rolling back into his head, the stallion champed and grunted, rocking his hips as the still-tight mare squirmed beneath him. Although he’d managed to thrust into her a side more easily than he had with Aloe, it was clearly still a stretch for her as a larger mare, though she took him admirably even if he longed to thrust by the barrier of her cervix for that ultimate thrill.
He shivered. Maybe his mistress would ask Tempest to play with him again? Would she allow it?
“By the storm!” Tempest gasped, flanks heaving. “You weren’t – ah! – kidding! I thought you were just too small for him!”
Fluttershy giggled as Aloe shook her head, sprawled on the floor with the stallion’s seed pouring from her lewdly gaping cunny. The messy creampie of her sex drooled thickly over her pussy lips as she rolled onto her back, hind legs pushed apart as the others all said how well she’d done to take such a big cock. Dimly, Arctic flicked his ears, aware that they were squabbling over who would get to take him next, although each of them had a different idea as to how it should be best done, all with their different exotic tastes and inclinations.
“My, you seem to have less trouble taking him than Aloe,” Fluttershy murmured. “Though he is a big one, as we said. The tongue is almost as good as the cock, but I like to use all parts of my pets.”
Laughing she threw her head back, teeth flashing in the tasteful lighting.
“Or else how does one know that they’re truly getting the best use out of them?”
Huffing, Tempest ducked her head and rounded her back, pushing back at the stallion with all the strength she had left in her body. And, considering that she was the mare who had very nearly overthrown Equestria and captured all four princesses, there was some serious strength and fitness in that body with which to grind back. Digging his hind hooves in, Arctic grit his teeth and tried to thrust with all the strength in his hindquarters, but she was still stronger than him, ramming back with single-minded determination that would have put any rugged Apploosan stallion to shame.
“Come on!” Tempest Shadow growled, stomping. “Put your back into it!”
“Shadow, darling, you really have to let him do the work.”
Giggling, Rarity came up to her head and fluttered her eyelashes at the mistress mare of the storm.
“Come here. Lay yourself back and just re-lah-ax , darling.”
A fainting couch floated over in an aura of blue magic and, with a grumble, Tempest Shadow wrenched her pussy from Arctic’s aching shaft without much concern for either his comfort or hers. Perhaps the unicorn was a tougher sort than he, for she merely hopped up onto the sofa without a second thought, squirming around onto her back while Arctic groaned and tried to stop his cock from aching from the sudden dismissal that bent it out of shape – painfully rather than pleasurably.
“Don’t slack off now!”
As Tempest lay on her back with her legs up in the air for him to reach her pulsing, twitching marehood, the mares shoved him forward, not allowing him to rest for even the briefest of moments. He was guided up onto her as if he had no idea how to cover a mare in such a position, someone teasing the tip of his cock across her puffy folds. Arctic groaned, ears flicking as he waiting, unconsciously, for her command.
Fluttershy nodded.
“Go ahead, pet.”
Only when he had been given the word did he whinny and slam into Tempest, using more of the strength in his back legs to power forward as the mare, in effect, allowed herself to be pinned beneath him. Unable to rock back or grind into her temporary lover, Tempest panted heavily, her overfilled udders splaying gently to either side of her underbelly, tugged that way by the effect of gravity. Arctic groaned. Hopefully he would have the chance to wrap his lips around her teats later too. In such a position, there was nothing she could do to grind or thrust or do anything besides moan for more, demanding with a growl that he fill her to the brim.
And fill her he did. There was to be no creamy milk drawn from her in that encounter, but rather pumped into her instead. His balls churned, a powerful orgasm brewing in the wings, but there was no time to shout a warning as he reared up, hammering into her harder and faster, just as she begged him to. His seed erupted, splashing hotly into the depths of her cunny, the mare squealing and kicking – even landing a hard blow to his belly – as he grunted and rocked and gave her every drop of stallion-cum she could have ever desired. But, when Tempest was done with him, the rest of the mares certainly weren’t, dragging him away for more fun of different inclinations.
There was a tamer side to their liaison too and one that a very special mare that Fluttershy had chosen just for him had to show him. Night Glider flitted forward shyly, ducking her head as she lifted her tail for him, though it wasn’t quite as high as the others.
“Don’t worry, darling,” Fluttershy murmured, stroking her muzzle and hair as she held her steady. “He’s going to feel wonderful.”
And Arctic knew just what he had to do. It was sweeter, calmer, and the others backed off to give him space as he gently mounted her, groaning as his thick shaft bobbed and swung beneath him. With all the sex he’d been forced into, it was strange to be free to mount as he pleased, although he still knew he was under Fluttershy’s ultimate control.
His cock found her softly dripping marehood, Night Glider more than ready for him even as she bit her lip and moaned. And he was as gentle as he knew how to be as he leaned over her, nuzzling at the back of her neck, though he hoped she didn’t mind how he mussed up her mane. His cock could not ease in fully as much as he tried, something in him unwilling to use the forceful thrusts that may have seated every last inch into her passage. No, it wasn’t what Glider wanted and he murmured softly to her as he slowly, lovingly, covered her.
The mare beneath him quivered with each thrust of his cock, her eyes half-lidded as she sank into the realm of pleasure that his body could offer. And, as the mares fell almost reverently quiet around them, they moved as one, Night Glider finding more boldness in her heart to lift her tail higher for him and rock back into his slow, soothing thrusts. But they still teased that sweet spot inside her as she moaned, forelegs shivering as if it was a struggle to hold up her own weight.
He couldn’t control himself though as Night Glider found her voice and blushingly called out for more, asking him to mount her as he grunted and gave her more forceful thrusts, shaking her body with each and every one of them. Her blue coat glistened with sweat as he built up his thrusts to a beautiful crescendo, tipping over the edge into orgasm just as she whinnied shrilly out her own climax. And he kept thrusting and thrusting through it, cock spurting madly as he terribly overfilled her, her stomach bloating out sweetly to the point where she could have very easily appeared to have been pregnant, eyes rolling lustfully and wantonly back into her head from sheer pleasure alone.
“There’s a good pet,” Fluttershy murmured. “Such a good stud...when you’re given a little push in the right direction.”
Night Glider nodded her agreement as if the statement was not really meant for Arctic, though he flushed with panting pride to hear it all the same. Then it was back into the fray, Night Glider led to the side to relax with Aloe as his semen trickled from her marehood, the teardrop-shaped sex still twitching and pulsing as if in orgasm.
And then his lingering ecstasy took on a darker tone, the mares sealing away his right to fill another mare, at least in that moment, by replacing the suction cup, Fluttershy’s favourite toy of recent days (or had it been weeks?) on his cock again. It was the first time that evening but he had no doubt that they would take great care to test out its capabilities fully and completely on him.
The colt shivered. He couldn’t wait.
“Let’s see how productive you truly are...”
Shaky on his hooves with a fat, bulbous stomach, Arctic moaned lustfully, chest and flanks fluttering with breath. Fluttershy smirked as she fixed a suction cup around the head of his dick, straps only loose to hold it in place until it was so required. Similar to the milking machines of previous days, the cup connected to a hose, but there was no tank and Arctic squealed as it was once again thrust under his tail, good and deep.
“Oh, he does squirm so delightfully, does he not?”
“Have your way with him, mares,” Fluttershy said, stepping back with a genial sweep of her hoof. “I want to see just how many times he can cum.”
He could not have said whose hooves and magic wrapped around his cock first, but he ejaculated like a fountain, filling the tube and pumping his own tail hole full of his cum. Arctic squealed and writhed, but was held down with a body over each leg, the mares taking pleasure in restraining a larger stallion physically without even the kinky aid of bondage. For where was the pleasure in a gangbang, after all, when their victim – willingly taken – could not even thrash in the spirit of fighting back?
Arctic swayed, so many bodies pressing in around him from all sides that there was nothing he could do to squirm away even if he wanted to. And he loved it all, the mares cooing and nuzzling in around him as they jostled one another to be the next one to be rutted or to use him in another way. As long as he was used, he was fair game, and Fluttershy still needed to see if her new pet was truly worth her time.
But the others still had much use to make of him under her direction and gentle guidance and, while previously serviced mares rested sweetly in their afterglows, he was whisked away to another needy marehood, shoved into his face as they demanded his attention.
And he gave them every last drop of it and more.
Orgasm after orgasm ploughed through him, the sensation of it overruling any kind of pleasure that may otherwise. He screamed and howled and licked marehood after marehood, losing track of which mare was which as he pleasured and was pleased and was abused and tortured and every other good thing his lust-struck mind could have possibly imagined. Potions were shoved down his throat, forcing him to go on even when he slumped to the floor in pony exhaustion, wings fluttering and trembling as his eyelids drooped. His cock sprung back to full hardness after each and every orgasm – not that it ever truly softened to begin with. No, of course the mares had a potion for that too and were not about to let their new toy go to waste when they could really test out his limits and stamina in the way every mare should want to.
Only, they must have grown tired of his cries as he filled himself to the brim with his own stallion-seed, the hose, of course, very securely shoved up beneath his tail, slapping a gag with a butterfly-shaped ball between his teeth if only to muffle him somewhat.
It didn’t stop him from trying to scream.
The stallion grunted and twisted, nose pressed into a latex-clad flank and someone stroked his cock with a magical sleeve, the hose under his tail nowhere near enough to stretch him out like some of the larger toys had. Cum trickled out around the edges of his abused anal ring until someone jammed the hose up further, preventing even a single drop more from escaping as the poor pet was drained and re-filled, balls replenishing themselves after every orgasm as if he’d never cum at all.
He could not have said for just how long they forced him to cum over and over again, using every trick in their arsenal of toys and tools to drive him to the betrayal of ecstasy. Only, he knew that it had eventually come to an end when everything...slowed. His own breath raked over his eardrums, heart a hammering, pounding, jittery mess as he lay in a mess of his own cum, mare piss and that alluringly sticky arousal from the ones he had so devoted himself to pleasuring. Even potions and spells, however, could not keep him going forward as his head swam somewhere between the realm of the conscious and unconscious.
Exhausted and sprawled on the floor, Arctic barely noticed the mares releasing him, reeking of urine, mare arousal and his own sweat. His coat matted into dark swirls and his wings stretched out as someone tweaked them to another shuddering orgasm. His stomach lewdly bulged, so big that he couldn’t have gotten up onto his own four hooves if he’d tried and, in all honesty, there was really no need for anyone to hold him down after it had grown beyond a certain point. No, they’d only done it because they could, while his own body became his bondage.
Fluttershy stroked his mane, calling his dreamy attention back to her as he floated in subspace, the murmurs and giggles of the mares a soothing backdrop to the fluttering lust – amongst something else – warming his heart.
“You’ve done well, pet.”
She giggled and prodded the butterfly gag, one eyebrow raised. But there was a sense of vulnerability in her eyes. For all that she had done for him so far, she was still just a pony beneath the very sexy mask. She was still Fluttershy, Fluttershy the Element of Kindness and a pony that he might just give his heart to.
That was, if she was to open hers to him too. Arctic shivered and whimpered into the gag, eyes wide and devoted.
“You can stay if you want to, pet, but this has to be your choice.”
Arctic blinked up at her, caught up in a haze of lust, and whimpered as his mistress kissed his nose. Someone in the backward cooed, but he had only eyes for her, the mare who had opened up so much for him. Fluttershy’s hoof brushed the collar, a butterfly tag dangling from it – just when had she put that there? – and he shivered, instinctively leaning into her touch, simply not wanting to pull away.
The scent of sex and lust hung in the air like a cloud, intoxicating and alluring but not something he could take for his own, as willingly as he accepted it. Closing his eyes, he leaned into Fluttershy as she wrapped a leg around him, drawing him in warm and close to her chest.
Perhaps she was the one for him, after all.
Mistress Shy's New Pet: Chapter Eight
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