Entrapment

Despite the fact that she was under the quilt and wearing a thick set of flannel pyjamas, Fluttershy shivered as she woke. She felt a chill behind her. Perhaps it was from fear. While she was sure that she had done everything right, what if Malak suddenly became more like Jax? She rolled over to look at him, only to realize that he wasn't there. She wasn't sure when he had left, or where he had gone. The clock on his wall indicated that it was almost seven in the morning. Placing the palm of her hand on his pillow, she could still feel the warmth of his cheek. He hadn't been gone for very long. Perhaps that was the reason she felt so cold, as his body heat had been taken away.

At any rate, there was no use in going back to sleep now. She sat up and began to climb out of bed. She was stopped as her cable ran out of slack, choking her momentarily. She had forgotten all about the collar around her neck. It was still secured to the bedframe. She guessed that Malak wouldn't leave her tied up here for very long. This was his own bed, where he planned to sleep. He wouldn't want her to soil it. She pulled herself up closer to the bedpost and wrapped her hands around her knees. She would wait. She could be patient.

It was less than ten minutes before Malak returned. He walked over to her and smiled. "I hope your dreams were very pleasant," he said, removing her cable from the bed post. She nodded and stepped down off the bed. The floor was very cold, but she powered through it. This would hardly be the most unpleasant part of her day. "I have something for you from the king, a present."

"A gift from the king?" Fluttershy was shocked. "Why would the king give me a present? I only just met him yesterday, and I didn't think he liked me all that much."

Malak lead her into the kitchen, where there was a tag and some body paints. "It's not a gift to bring you pleasure, but rather to mark you as my treasure." He secured her to the wall again and started fastening the tag to the ring on her collar. It had her name on it with a question mark, possibly a joke about her forgetting her name under pressure, but she chose to believe that it was because he didn't know how to spell it. It also had Malakai's name, signifying that he was her owner. The other side of the tag had a royal seal. "The seal on the back means you've been endorsed. My training of you will now be enforced."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Fluttershy.

"It means, if you don't do as I say, the guards will come and take you away." Malak stripped off her shirt, but allowed her to keep her pants. Dipping his fingers in the paints that hat been sent, he began to smear stripes all over her body. "Their treatment of you will be harsher than mine. I trust that knowledge will keep you in line. But if that's the path you choose to steer, I should tell you that Jax is the overseer."

Fluttershy shivered once more. This time, she knew the reason. She didn't want Jax to be in charge of her. That much she knew for certain. For as bad as being enslaved was, she could do a lot worse than Malak. "Is Applejack being endorsed by the king, too?"

"Jax is the nephew of the king," answered Malak, blowing air across her so that the paint would dry. "Applejack will be given the same exact thing."

"So, what are these paints for?"

"The colours and symbols all represent that you are under my intent. You're also under royal protection, so your prospective partners require my inspection."

Fluttershy breathed a sigh of relief. She was dreading being forced to pleasure random stallions on the street. She had the backing of the king. Perhaps this arrangement wasn't as bad as she thought. Malak returned to her her shirt, and she put it on. Even if it covered up her protective markings, she still wanted to cover up her breasts. Still, she was in a good mood, and when Malak began preparing breakfast, she was more than happy to offer her assistance.

After breakfast was finished, Malak issued her a command to change into a specific outfit. It was an athletic outfit that didn't leave much to the imagination. The shorts were very short, but fairly loose. Her top, however, was very tight. At least they left her body paints on full display.

"Today, we'll be going out into the city," said Malak, changing into a casual outfit. "You're going to show everyone that you're very pretty."

"Is there anything I should know before I go out? I don't want to accidentally offend anyone."

"You'll be fine as long as you follow my lead. Though you can ask me before you act, if you so need. Your endorsement means they can't take you by force. Still, it's best to do what I tell you, of course."

Fluttershy nodded. "Okay. As long as you don't ask me to do anything horrible..."

"I promise not to take it too far," he chuckled. "But I'm going to slowly try to raise your bar. Right now, if I made you do something unlearned, you'd recoil, thinking it a punishment unearned. But if, in two months, I demanded the same, you'd probably enjoy it, as you'd've learned the game."

Fluttershy closed her eyes. A part of her hoped that she wouldn't become accustomed to that sort of thing. But another part of her hoped that she would acclimate quickly, as it would make her life here easier. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "Okay. I'm ready."

Malak lead her through the streets, keeping her on her leash the entire time. She was taking in as much as she could about the city. She noticed that the zebras they passed, as well as the pony slaves, stepped out of her way. Their eyes weren't on her face, but rather on her neck and abdomen. Some of the more well-dressed stallions bowed to her. Not a full bow, but rather a shallow bow. They made her feel welcome, despite the fact that she was listed as property.

Their first stop was a small park. She was instructed to join a small group of zebras and their slaves doing yoga, which she was willing to do with little argument. Malak assisted her in reaching the forms she would need to contort herself into, making the whole process easier. She felt wonderful when it was over, and another slave even offered her a bottle of sports drink. With Malak's nod of approval, she accepted, promising the unicorn that she would come back for another session if her master would allow it.

After that, they made their way to the outskirts of the city, as Fluttershy had shown some interest in the fields on the way in. She had actually only been interested in the song, and she confessed to Malak that she wasn't really a farmgirl. She also told him that Applejack would enjoy this sight quite a bit more, though she doubted that doing so would yield any positive results, at least for a little while. At any rate, it was nice to walk through the gardens and listen to the slaves' songs.

After a light lunch, they went to the market. Fluttershy had never seen Zebra currency before, as Zecora had converted all of hers to bits. None of the coins were actually round. Some were triangular, others were oblong, others were pentagonal. She wasn't sure what any of it was worth, but Malak certainly had no problem making all of the purchases. When she was sure they were almost done, he suddenly turned to her.

"Since you've behaved well on this commute, tell me, what's your favourite fruit?"

Fluttershy smiled and blushed. She was quite happy to receive praise. "I like strawberries."

"Remember what I said when we left our home?" She did, of course, remember. He had said that he would slowly raise the bar. She anticipated an order that she would be unhappy to follow. She nodded. "It's time your breasts were allowed to roam."

There it was. She would have to walk home with her breasts on full display. The merchant he had just been dealing with turned his head to watch. With much trepidation, she slipped her thumbs underneath her top. She gently pushed up, revealing a sliver of her breasts. She looked to Malak, surprised to find that his eyes were locked with hers, rather than on her chest. She slowly lifted, not stopping until her tits were gently swinging in the breeze. With a smile, Malak gently patted her head, purchasing a punnet of strawberries for her.

While her face was as red as her favourite fruit for the entire trip home, she was rather surprised to find that almost none of the passersby really cared. Surely, they noticed, but didn't stare. By the time she arrived at Malak's door, she felt just a bit better about herself than when she had left the market, but she felt worse than when she had last seen this door. She would have felt worse, but a tiny voice in her head reassured her that she would become accustomed to this. If Malak's promise was to be believed, she would have no problem doing this in a few weeks.

Upon entering the house, Malak directed her over to the couch. he sat down and directed her to kneel in front of him, which she did. "Now, I hope you remember what Nightshade told you. It's the standard to which I will hold you." She nodded at his words, slowly moving her hands to his thighs. "Your final task today is to pleasure my cock. Once you've done that, you're off the clock."

Fluttershy reached forward and undid the fastenings of Malak's pants. Pulling them down revealed that he wasn't particularly firm, and she wasn't sure exactly how to remedy that. Despite that, she was thrilled at the idea that she would have the rest of the day off. While she wasn't sure exactly what that entailed, she thought it safe to assume that he wouldn't make any more demands of her. He probably wouldn't let her leave the house, but surely she could find something to do. She took his floppy rod in her hands and gently pressed her tongue against the tip. Looking up at Malak's face, she was reassured by his encouraging smile. She pushed her lips to it, gently sucking against it. She was rewarded by the feeling of it puffing up and hardening between her fingers. She at least knew that she was doing something right.

She leaned down and gently kissed his testicles. As she drew her tongue up his shaft, she was reminded that he hadn't bathed today. It was a little sour, but not especially off-putting. The taste didn't linger for very long, and that may have been a factor in her finding this more enjoyable than yesterday. Hearing a moan from her master served to encourage her. She was doing a good job. Now it was time to try something Nightshade had told her she would learn eventually. She pulled the entirety of his head into her mouth and began pushing herself down on his shaft. Malak was rather shocked that she was already trying this move, but he wasn't going to reprimand her for it. Instead, he would encourage it. He moved his hand to the side of her face, wrapping the tips of his fingers around the back of her neck. She took in a little more, up to a quarter of his length. When she reached that point, she gagged, being choked by the foreign object pushing its way down her throat. She immediately pulled off and coughed, gasping for breath.

Malak leaned forward and gently stroked her mane. "Don't try to bite off more than you can chew. I applaud your determination, mares like you are few. And when you're ready to take me down your throat, when you talk to your friends, you'll have reason to gloat."

She looked at him with tears running down her cheek. He was proud of her. All of the humiliation of walking home topless had been temporarily forgotten as she resumed sucking on him. She didn't go any further than she already had, but she was already improved from last night. Soon, she began to feel him throb, and now she was worried. Nightshade hadn't told her what to do, and instead had pushed her away. It was a complete shock to her when she felt the same fluid Nightshade had pushed into her mouth last night spraying against the roof of her mouth and down her throat. She gagged and coughed again, but as her body lurched forward, Malak's shaft slipped further down her throat, almost a third of the way in. She panicked, pushing herself off of him and collapsing to the floor.

Malak reached down and helped her back up to her knees. "You did an amazing job, my dear. Clean up the mess, and you're in the clear." She nodded and began licking the white fluid off of his softening member. It tasted differently than it had yesterday. Perhaps that was due to the fact that it was no longer diluted by Nightshade's saliva. It was a robust flavor, though she didn't find it to be as unpleasant today. Once he was clean, he fastened his pants and let out a deep sigh. For the rest of the day, she sat on the couch, curled up with a good book, wearing a set of loungewear he had let her pick out. She was also allowed to eat the entire punnet of strawberries.