Captive

It’s over a month since you were bought at the slave market and you still haven’t found a way to escape. Though, after the first two weeks you got into the routine and the time started flying a lot quicker.

You're cooking pretty much everyday, then there’s a stroll and in the night you’re falling asleep in your mistresses’ bed, often waking up in her embrace whether you like it or not… Truth is, you already got used to all of that too because she’s probably not going to get you your own mattress.

The colorful mare that's trying to look all tough around everypony else is compensating for the lack of affection in her life by cuddling you in private. She knows you wouldn't tell anyone anyway… or she simply thinks it's your role to be her cuddleslut. As a replacement pet for the turtle that was probably treated the same.

Though you're still finding it a little strange to be constantly touched or even hugged by someone you don't exactly feel anything for.

...Or do you..?

...You actually don’t mind the physical touch that much but you really wish it was from someone else than this tomboy pegasus. In a way you hate her but you can't get her out of your head at the same time.

One day, while drawing more sketches, you caught yourself drawing her portrait.

You crumpled the paper and threw it away. But the next day, something inside you wanted to draw more of her.

You’ve been trying to resist it for a long time, yet in the end, you made another drawing of your mistress. This time even detailed and shaded.

After putting this much work into it, you couldn’t throw it away like the previous one so you slid it in the middle of your growing stack of pictures. The mare doesn’t ever go through them, so it’s safe.

Hopefully.

....Tomorrow is gonna be the Pony Pet Play Date. Your mistress mentioned it a few times before and she’s looking forward to bringing you there with her.

It's you who isn’t exactly looking forward to it. The whole things is likely gonna be just a bunch of even more embarrassing moments while she's showing you off how well behaved you are. You especially hate it when she's calling you "soft" or "obedient" in front of other ponies. Almost as if she wanted you to you snap one day and do something really animalish

And as much you hate to admit it, she's right about a few things… you really are too soft to actually kill anyone or anypony. Any living creature that is. It just isn’t in you.

But it doesn’t stop you from wanting at least a different kind of revenge. To humiliate her back in the same manner she constantly does to you. That would be really satisfying…

....

"Come on Anon! Rise and shine! You're hyped for the Pony Pet Play Date?"

"...Whaa..?" you open your eyes to see Rainbow Dash’s excited face right in front of yours

"Didn’t I tell you about it yesterday? Gosh it feels like you’re not even listening sometimes. Pony pet play date! It used to be every week but since me and my friends don't have as much free time as we used to, it's only once a month now and that’s making it even more special! This is gonna be your first one!"

"God..."

"I know right? Aren't you excited? You're gonna meet all the others, now come on! Do your morning rituals and we're going!~” she’s pulling you out of the bedsheets, using your collar.

...After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you find her waiting in the kitchen.

“Look what I got you for this occasion!” your mistress flies up to you with something in her hooves, swiftly clipping it to your collar before you get to protest.

You pick it with your fingers, trying to have a better look at what it is:

It’s a metal tag, shaped like her cutie mark, with inscription “Anon - I belong to Rainbow Dash.” When you raise your head again, you see her grinning in anticipation of what you are going to say about it.

”....So?!”

“Hooray...” you hang your head again, not even pretending enthusiasm.

But your unamused reaction didn’t dampen her spirits about it at all

”Come on, nopony will ever pick on you now!” she punches your shoulder with a chuckle ”You’ll see it will surely come in handy one day. Now let’s go, the others might be already there!”

...

Upon your arrival, the other ponies are already slowly gathering there with their own pets. You know Rarity and Opal from before, then there’s Fluttershy and her so unfittingly named bunny ‘Angel’, even Pinkie and her weird, tiny crocodile are there. You’re pretty much okay with all of them. But Twilight with her creepy owl is still giving you evil eyes, even after all this time. The last one is arriving Applejack with her dog.

You haven’t really had a chance to meet the orange earth pony yet but it’s not as if you were really longing for it. Now when you see her,.. for some reason it feels she might be even worse than your current mistress. ...Plus, you’ve heard how she beat up that one human working on her farm after he tried to escape.

”Hey ya’ll, sorry for coming late!”

…

The ponies gathered around to have a chat and greet each other while you’re staying behind with the equally uninterested white bunny.

“At least I’m not the only one...” you sigh, finding unexpected sympathies with the rodent.

They’re all talking about something you can’t really hear from there until your mistress says something with your name in it and points her hoof at you. Then all of the ponies look your way before the orange mare steps a bit forward to see better.

”I dunno, Rainbow. These humans are no good as pets. You’re really sure about it? Ah mean, you don’t know what’s going on in those heads of theirs. They’re malicious, constantly up to something mean. I have those two a bit longer than you, so I know.” you hear her saying without scruples. But you’re kinda used to ponies talking about you as if you weren’t there.

”That’s what I was telling her!” Twilight’s quick to join her.

”Having them as helpers on the farm is okay I guess, but as a pet? Sheesh, I wouldn’t trust one to even let him live in the same house as I do, let alone sleep in my own bed or even prepare the food...”

”Ha, but that’s where you’re all wrong!” laughs your mistress “Not only he's completely harmless, but he’s docile too! Look: ... Anon, come here!”

Alright, now might come a time to throw her off her high horse a little. Bonus points: in front of all her friends.

“No.” you say.

”Oh yeah, he gets a little grumpy sometimes but he’s really working on himself...” smiles the blue pegasus awkwardly “Come on Anon!”

But all you do is that give her a shiteating grin and lean back on a tree nearby, closing your eyes. Until-

“Ow!” the collar just gave you a little shock to yank you up.

She didn’t really use it too many times before, just like she promised, but now when her ego was threatened, she didn’t hesitate at all. The other ponies might have not even noticed. And from the firm look she’s giving you, it feels like she’d do it again if you won’t come.

...So you pick yourself up and join them while showing your resentment as much as possible.

…

You stayed bitter throughout the rest of the event, counting minutes till it ends while imagining doing the same to her. You might have been purposely stubborn but you still can’t really forgive her resorting to using the shock collar. And since she isn’t even trying to say “sorry” or anything, it ended up with none of you really enjoying today’s event. But you weren’t exactly planning to enjoy it anyway. It’s your mistress that looks visibly frustrated on the way home.

...In a way it’s giving you some kind of malicious pleasure, she deserves it.

On the other hand, you’re feeling just a little bit bad about yourself.

It was not your fault though. Everything from buying you, to today's fiasco, it was all her fault.

”Look Anon, what is wrong with you? Why couldn’t you act more natural today?” she unleashes you inside the house.

“What is wrong with me?”

”Yeah, everypony wanted to have a good time except you. Tank used to-”

“Well I’m not Tank okay?!! You should have understood by now..!” you turn around.

Only to realize the next second that you might have overdone it just now. You already know how she never really got over his death.

And you’re psychically preparing for an intense sting around your neck, eyes closed...

But,.. nothing happens.

Upon opening your eyes, you see your mistress still standing in the same place, looking “different” than how you ever saw before. Not angry, not smug, not bitchy or bossy...

"You're right Anon... In a way, I was trying to fit you into Tank's role, but you're so much different. I thought if I give it time, that this could work for both of us.... You’d fill his place and learn to like me. But,.... you don't actually like me at all,.. do you? You hate me..." her head hangs down.

For a few seconds, a silence engulfs the room completely. A dead silence. Only a very distant chatter of some pegasi somewhere outside can be heard before it fades as they fly away.

...Do you really-..?

...You always thought you did utterly hate her but it’s a little hard to tell her now, right in her face. As a matter of fact, you’re unable to say anything at all.

”You don’t have to tell me, I thought so,...” she eventually sniffs, walking away to her bedroom and leaving you there in the antechamber.

You remain frozen for a solid three minutes.

‘What will happen now? ...What will be the consequences?’

...

When you finally bring yourself to move, you walk over to her door but you stop in front of them. She’s crying there. Never before you heard her cry.

And it’s because of you...

You shouldn't feel sorry for her, it's all her fault. But for some reason... you can’t help it.

What you're hearing now aren’t exactly satisfying cries of a tyrant getting punished. These are whimpers of a naive girl that couldn’t deal with a loss of a friend and put new hopes in the wrongest place, only to be let down again.

You didn’t ask to be tangled up in this,.. still though, something inside you wants to come to her and say you’re sorry.

But that “something” has to first win against your ego that’s coming up with everything she’s ever done wrong to you.

Eventually, you muster up your inner strength and put your hand on the doorknob, about to open them… yet you can’t hear her anymore.

When you enter the room, the window is open and the pegasus is gone.

She flew away...

…

Throughout the day, you can’t quite stop thinking about what happened. Not only you feel somewhat bad about missing your chance but you have no idea what will happen now.

Maybe you’ll get sold away,.. possibly into much, much worse hooves that hers’... with even worse chances of escape.

...Or better, actually.

Yeah, the hope for your freedom is still a thing, you shouldn’t get too attached to the mare. You could have been better but she shouldn’t have had expected so much from you, you’re here unwillingly after all.

Oh,.. but as if it mattered, it’s still gonna be you who’s gonna end up paying for it. One way or another. If Twilight will know about it, she’s gonna-

,.. you’d rather not think about what she’s gonna do.

...Maybe you could still make this right when she’s back.

So you wait.

And wait.

And wait.

She’s really taking a long time today…

…

By the time it’s completely dark outside, she was always long back home.

‘What is she doing?’

Did she do something stupid because of you...?

All you can do is wait.

And eventually,..

…

Suddenly you hear a crash in the bedroom.

The window was opened, so you rush there to find your mistress laying there on the ground, slowly picking herself up.

“Miss Dash, I-”

”Heyyyyy AnooOOon..! *hic* Buddieee.” she’s goofily grinning.

Is she,.. drunk? Do ponies get drunk, just like people?

Well this one surely does but probably not very often because she’s completely shitfaced.

“I wanted to say that-” you start, but even in her state she’s quick enough to soar up to your face and hush you:

”Shhhhh, shut up, okay?.. I know you’re not Tank and never will be. And that’s oookay, because you’ve got other qualities...~ You don’t even have to like me,.. as long you have this..” the mare grins while coquettishly pulling on your collar,.. then she flashes the device underneath her wing “...And I have this.”

...This doesn’t look good at all.

“I just wanted to apolo-”

”Hush!” she pushes you on the bed behind you, friskily giggling “I don't care~.”

You’re pretty much frozen in fear as you watch her land next to you and lean back on a pillow:

”Tell me Anon, did you have your dinner today?”

“I-...why?”

”Did you?”

“No...”

Which sparks a malicious grin on her face.

”Well, now you will...” she opens her legs, giving you a good view of her blue, completely equine genitals.

...You’ve briefly seen them a few times before when you accidentally glanced her way at the same time she flickered her tail or just stood under a wrong angle.

But this is the very first time you’re seeing the thing so directly. It makes you disbelievingly stare at it for a few seconds before glancing up at her face again.

“....You can’t be serious....”

”Why yes I can,.. and I am.” she giggles pervily “Now come on and make your mistress feel good...”

“W-what if...what if I don’t want to..?” you stutter in complete panic, heart racing.

”I wasn’t asking.” you’re being very briefly zapped through your collar

“Ow!”

”See? We can have it the good way,.. or a bad way. Now come closer...” she pats her underbelly.

You’re hesitating but you know you have no other choice right now, other than being zapped again. This time the way it would actually hurt… So you slowly crawl up to her, staring at the plump vulva from up close.

...You can feel its heat without even touching it and smell the musk of her sticky juices.

She’s drunk and horny as fuck, the worst possible combination.

The aroma you’re almost drowning in, combined with the sweat from flying, may not be completely repulsive as you’ve expected but you still don’t want to do her bidding at all. Not only you’re basically being raped right now but you just don’t want to lick an animal pussy.

“Mistress I- hmpf!!” you try to speak but in vain.

Before you even start, she pushes your head in between her legs, covering your face with her moist, bodily lube. Her hoof is holding your long hair, making sure you wallow your nose in her warm and slimy place properly before she lets you breathe.

”Aaah!... Now be a good boy and work on your own, put that tongue of yours to good use.~” she huffs, leaning back more comfortably, but she’s not letting go of your hair, watching your every move.

After catching your breath, you very reluctantly poke out your tongue and eye up on her face. You know she’s gonna push your head in again if you won’t do it yourself. So you slowly and cautiously slide your tongue around her outer walls, feeling the salty taste on your tastebuds.

”Go on...” the mare seems pleased, but far not enough.

After another lick and another little nudge, you’re realizing she’s really expecting you to finish the job completely. To her absolute satisfaction.

As much as you don't want to, you keep your tongue out and continue using it to stimulate the nerves in the soft skin of her vulva. That’s when the genitalia starts moving under your tongue on it’s own, as if she was clenching it somehow. With each of the “winks” a little fleshy ball is presented to you.

Oh my God, is that her clit? ...Why is it moving for Christ's sake?

”Mmmhm, that's good work so far Anon,.. Now,.. right there, okay?” her hoof strokes your hair.

You eye up at her face, hoping she’s joking. But who are you kidding, of course she's dead serious,.. You hoped for some kind of mercy yet the mare is way too horny to even care. And you obediently start licking her "sweet spot" while her moans are getting even wilder.

In all this wet sensation, accompanied by her girly noises, your body starts reacting back on it’s own and you're feeling your erection slowly rising underneath your pants. It's so shameful but something deep inside you, something primal and instinctive, might be actually enjoying this.

Your nose is overflowing with her scent so strongly now and as much as you hate to admit it, she actually smells almost delicious to you. On the other hand, you’re still filled with complete resentment and confusion. Yet you continue on teasing and licking her on your own, without her having to constantly remind you.

At some point you realize she isn’t even pulling on your hair anymore, rather softly caressing and stroking it while helping to keep the strands out of your tongue’s way.

The part that you’re actually doing your very best right now is the most disturbing to you, yet you aren't stopping. Your mistress is enjoying it way too much and you know she won’t let you go until she’s had enough.

...But IF, for a second, you forgot what’s actually happening,.. you’d be almost liking it.

It’s so warm and nothing like you’ve ever felt or tasted before. And you’re unwillingly beginning to lose yourself in the arousement.

”By Celestia, you’re so good Anon,.. Yes! Faster! Harder!” she’s crying out, merely gently nudging your head because you’re doing all the work by yourself “Feast on your mistress like a hungry animal you are!”

This time without any further due, you munch on the most swollen part of her genitals, sucking and nibbling on her clit while burying your tongue as deep as you’re able until the girly noises she’s making start reaching higher and higher pitch and the hoof on your head starts pushing you in more and more.

She must be getting close to her peak each second, when suddenly

”Aaaaaaaaaah!” she yells at the top of her lungs, clamping your head tightly between her thighs.

At the same time you’ve got a mouthful of some liquid. You can’t escape it, it’s everywhere. In your nostrils, in your eyes too and you've even accidentally swallowed a fair amount too. You’ve never ever seen a female cum so damn much and hard. The more you struggle to break free, the more pleasure it’s giving her as you’re trying to squirm away from her.

...Until she starts softening again, letting go of you and panting heavily. Stretched out like a deflated, inflatable toy.

You’re gasping for air as well, coughing a little too and when you catch your breath, you’re met with your mistress's gaze again. Those big, magenta eyes piercing you with a fond, almost loving look.

Without a word, she suddenly comes alive again, pouncing at you and while wrapping her hooves around your body, her own tongue is making its way into your mouth to shortly taste your saliva.

Then, upon letting go of the deep kiss, she licks your face clean from her fluids while still softly humping and grinding your body

”That was so great Anon~... but I see I’m not the only one enjoying this, am I?” she finally comes across the bulge in the incredibly loose pants you’re still wearing. Those which she slowly slides down from you while positioning herself lower.

”Oh wow, I’ve never seen it swollen like that before...” your mistress bites her lip, gazing at your member up close “It would only be fair of me to return the favour, wouldn’t it?”

And she’s looking you dead in the eyes while reaching out her tongue to taste the bit of pre-ejaculate from the tip.

”You're liking this, aren’t you?... Doesn’t it feel good? Want me to continue?”

“I-...”

”We-e-ell?” her tongue is still ticking you as she’s adjusting herself better between your legs

“.. Y-yes.”

”What was it?

“I said yes...” you admit, face completely red.

”I thought so.~” your mistress grins before she wraps her lips around the head of your penis, softly nibbling on it and teasing you with her tongue.

Her eyes keep switching between what she’s working on right now and your face. Watching your expression seems to be constantly putting a grin on her face, even with a mouthful of dick.

And she’s progressing lower and lower down your shaft, until she’s taking it in almost whole with each of the slow, but long and passionate movements.

...The inside of her mouth is so soft and the big orange tongue is doing absolute wonders to your most sensitive parts, each time she moves it. Her teeth, occasionally brushing over your skin or when she briefly stops to just nibble onto the very tip when she sees you might be getting too close to a climax… But not even this way she can prolong it forever.

At some point, she actually slides your shaft all the way down her throat, her tongue softly tickling your testicles and the sensation makes you feel like you’re unable to resist a second longer.

The pleasure peaks just when you’re as deep as it gets in her throat, your seed shooting straight into her stomach. But she isn’t gonna let you finish this way and swallow your whole load at once without even tasting it. Instead she pulls away a bit, so that the rest sprays into her mouth while she’s suckling onto you till the very last drop.

...

You’ve almost black-outed through your orgasm but when your vision is returning, you see her gulp half of it and then open her mouth so show that she still has some left.

Before you realize what’s going on, the mare swiftly reaches to kiss you again, holding you tightly enough to stop you from backing away. Her tongue is forcing into your mouth to try and mix the last bit of your semen with your saliva while she’s deeply kissing you until she finally hears you gulp ...Only then she lets go as you’re trying to cough it out but already too late.

In your progressing post nut clarity, you're getting progressively more and more disgusted by everything that happened.

”Oh Anon...” you mistress giggles “You’re so cute, you know that? Come here.”

And she hugs you, fondly closing her eyes with almost an innocent yawn. ”I still love you,.. you know that?”

You don’t even answer in your absolute shame, everything is slowly coming back together.

...But it’s not as if she minds your silence.

”....But I’m still so hornyyyy." the mare exhales deeply and licks your face "I don’t know why you do this to me... Could you help me out a little bit more..?”

“Please-...”

”Just a few more licks...? I swear that’s all...”

“Okay...” you hang your head down in subordination.

Your mistress just smiles as she lets go of the hug to make herself comfortable, spreading her legs for you once again.

You’re so exhausted and tired but you still crawl up back to her moist, winking vulva and immerse your tongue in it. After what happened, it's not even filling you with shame anymore, as if you already hit the very rock bottom. You’re just so tired and it’s so damn late, all you want is this to be over. To forget that any of this ever happened, to fall asleep and never wake up.

And you’re barely noticing your consciousness slipping away while you're still slowly lapping on your only mistress. That is until you stop completely and just lean your head on her inner thigh, sleeping.

”Sleep well Nonny.~” the mare caresses your hair for the last time "You've been so good, you deserve rest..."

***

That morning, you open your eyes to the sight and scent of a blue pony vulva, still right in front of your face.

Your right cheek is still somewhat comfily leaning on her soft, furry leg and one of your arms is even partly wrapped around it. Then there's her hoof, still softly resting on top of your head... But you're actually covered under a blanket, that's new.

Realizing this isn’t just some sort of weird dream and that every memory of yesterday that’s returning to you now is real, you let go of her and pull yourself away to a safe distance, kneeling naked on the other side of the bed.

But all of that rustling awoke your mistress as well.

“Mmhmm…” she moans sleepily while stretching her legs before opening her big, magenta eyes.

When she notices you, staring at her without a word, she yanks as her own memories are returning as well. Her spread rear legs quickly close again as her head hangs down in shame.

"..By Celestia, what have I done....?"

You remain in complete silence, just blankly stare at the empty space on the bed between the two of you, avoiding any kind of eye contact.

"...Anon?" the mare eventually musters enough courage to look at you.

But you won’t even move. Not a single movement from your side. Can’t tell if it’s fear, shame or anger, maybe all of that at once.

"Anon so I'm sorry..." she moves moves closer to you, about to try and hug you but you flinch away "....I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing."

In desperation, your mistress reaches for your left hand, softly caressing it with her hooves, hoping you would at least look at her.

"Please... I know you can't forgive me, but would you at least look at me...?"

Yet, you won’t. You can’t. Merely a glimpse of her face hurts right now, so you just keep your eyes on your own knees.

"I'm really sorry..." the mare repeats again, knowing it won't fix anything "....I wasn't planning any of this."

But you’re still quiet.

In the silence, you can merely hear your disharmonic breaths and softly feel her pulse from the blue hooves, still clutching your hand. Then,.. a soft sob.

"....Nopony must ever know." her voice shakes as she slowly lets go of you.

“I'm not going to brag about getting raped,. mistress." you raise your head eventually.

Your spiteful eyes, combined with what you said might have been the very last straw for her.

The pegasus immediately picks herself up, running off somewhere. Not long after that you can hear her crying in the next room. This time way louder than yesterday.

...But she deserves it.

She deserves everything that's coming to her.

She must suffer for what she's done to you.

...

Yet… for some inexplicable reason you still feel that you should go check on her...

Too many thoughts are battling in you but eventually you stand up, following the noises to the bathroom. And there she is, crying and sobbing behind the shower curtain. ...Didn't even notice you standing in the doorframe.

By the time she finally eyes your direction,..

you're already gone…

***

Throughout the next days, you barely speak or even see each other. The fact that you live in the same house doesn’t change it.

Your mistress is purposely avoiding you and she's coming home only to sleep or eat. The kitchen is still stocked with instant food so she eats that because she wouldn’t even ask you to cook something for her anymore. Other days she doesn’t return at all, probably having lunch at some fast food.

If you weren’t basically trapped in the cloud house and didn't sleep on a couch, it would feel like the whole thing belongs to you.

You don't have a slightest idea where your mistress is all the time or what she’s doing the whole day. Sometimes you don't even care, other times you’re-… curious about her mental health. Back then she used to tell you all about her day each evening, as much as you didn’t care. It feels strange to not know it now though.

...

One afternoon you made yourself a lunch from the veggies left in the fridge so they wouldn't spoil, something like a lecho. There were a lot of veggies, so you left a plenty of the food in the pan on the stove… expecting it would be gone in the morning. The mare always used to return hungry at night, finishing any leftovers she could find.

But you’re later finding it almost untouched.

She must have had merely a little taste, trying to mask it as if she didn’t but not effectively enough.

One thing is clear though,.. it can't go on like this forever. The way you're avoiding each other as if running away from what happened. Sometimes you stare out the window, trying to come up with some kind of solution to solve this without actually having to confront the mare but each time you find there likely isn’t one. Each time you try to draw, you can't get her out of your way either.

First you tried to resist it but then you started drawing the face and body of your mistress over and over and over again. Couldn't bring yourself to tear the sketches to pieces as you planned either so you stashed them away with all the others.

***

One night, you hear her crash through the bedroom window, just like “that” night. Except this time it sounded like she went straight through the glass, it was closed.

You stand up from the couch and hesitantly open the door, just to see if she's not dead or badly injured.

...Your mistress is laying there in the pieces of glass, looking almost passed out. You feel like you shouldn't but you enter the room nonetheless to check if she's breathing and if so, how badly she's cut up from the crash.

The light from the corridor shows there’s barely any blood around her, no more than 10 little drops sprayed around. And when you kneel to her, you find she's visibly breathing too. There are merely a few, shallow scratches on her body from the glass: a short one on her cheek, and two longer ones on her right hoof she probably shielded herself with before the crash. Her bushy mane and sleek fur must have saved her from most of it.

She's incredibly lucky, the stupid horse.

You're about to stand up and leave her there when suddenly you hear a raspy voice:

"Anon..?" her eyes open and she's immediately picking herself up from the mess she was laying in.

From her movements you can already tell she's been drinking again.

‘Shit.’

"Anon wait!" the mare yelps, seeing you’re in a rush to get out of her sight.

And you stop. Or rather freeze, without turning around or answering.

"I just want to talk..." she walks closer to face you, barely staying on her hooves, a few pieces of glass still in her mane.

"What about?"

The fluff on the pegasus chest puffs up as your miserable looking mistress takes a deep inhale and exhale to calm herself down a bit:

"About what I did... I want you to-, no I am asking you to-"

"...To,.. what?"

As an answer, she clumsily soars closer to your head, unclipping the collar from your neck and clipping it to hers:

"To punish me."

“...”

You struggle to believe what's happening right now.

The collar… it's gone. For the first time in months, maybe even a year.

...Your neck is free.

And instead it's your mistress who’s willingly wearing the psychological burden.

While you're feeling the bare skin on your neck with your fingers, she unclips the remote device from under her wing as well, putting it on the ground in front of you like some kind of offering.

"...What exactly am I supposed to do with you now?"

"That's up to you..." the mare hangs her head in subordination.

But what should you do..?

The miserable sight on the surrendered pegasus is almost filling you with sorrow but the more you’re thinking about the past, the more you’re starting to feel a different emotion… Everything that's been repressed inside of you for such a long time, all the anger and humiliation,.. it’s making its way to the surface.

She's expecting you to beat her, but no,.. you aren't going to do any of that. She never beat you either. You're going to repay her using the very same coin, to make her feel how you have felt.

Her body feels so fragile in your hands as you pick her up, compared to how you used to see her when she was in control. Now you can just throw her on the bed like a plush toy. Then you slowly walk up to her, taller than ever, and slowly clip the leash to the collar on her neck. It almost feels like some kind of ritual.

For the first time, there’s fear in her eyes, knowing that the roles have been switched and you’re now the powerful one. Not her anymore. And she’s afraid of what the ‘brute human’ will do to her. Yet, it’s too late to change her mind.

Never in your life you thought that being in such a position could ever bring you pleasure, never really had a need to dominate anyone. All you ever wanted was some kind of personal peace and happiness…

But in her case...

"Open up." you take her chin in your hand and softly, almost passionately pull her jaw open.

That’s when the mare realizes this isn’t going to be about pain but something completely different. It’s making her look so delightfully confused and ashamed right now. For you, it doesn't even matter she's one of the horsekind,.. maybe it's making it even more exciting right now.

You couldn't get any more erect when you climb up onto the bed and push her head lower to your crotch, the tip of your penis poking her lips and cheek.

She's looking you dead in the eyes as you're slowly forcing yourself into her mouth. Further and further, until you're all the way in her throat, where you stop for a few seconds...

When you pull her away to let her breathe, she's coughing and gagging but as soon as she catches her breath, you do it again.

And again. Until you feel like you're almost at your limit, soon to burst straight into her stomach. But that would be way too quick...

When you're on the edge, almost peaking, you pull out and let her go completely, only to push her equine body on it’s back the next second.

The mare wouldn’t dare to pick herself up from this position, so you lean above her, looking straight into her eyes as you kiss her. Deeply and passionately, like a lover, except without feelings connected to it.

She’s resisting you at first but in a while you can feel her own tongue twirling in your mouth as well. After finishing the kiss, you give her a thorough lick over her furry face, just like she did to you before.

She’s almost starting to understand, just like you’re starting to understand her.

"Now that's a good girl right there." her obedient expression makes you grin. "Open your legs..."

The blue pegasus, stripped of her ego and confidence does so without a single word. But you still need a little time to get off the edge, so you lift her haunches up closer to your face and have a look at the quivering peach of hers. The horsey clit is winking at you the same way it was before and she even smells with the same, sweetishly delicious scent.

Something deep inside her is liking this and it’s filling her with shame. It’s in her eyes, just like it was in yours when the roles were switched. You’re going to use and make her squirm in pleasure while she has no say in it.

With a delighted grin, you bury your tongue in her, giving special attention to her most sensitive spots, teasing the clit with your lips as well your teeth. And while she’d want to control herself, the twitches of her body and the noises escaping out of her mouth, her body is yours to play with. You’re the master now and you know dangerously well just how to manipulate her.

When you feel like you’ve had enough, you raise her legs higher to put a pillow underneath her haunches so that she’s at an optimal height for what you’re going to do next. Then you grab onto the leash that’s connected to the collar on her pretty neck and hold in your hand as you adjust your swollen member in front of her plump pussy.

...She's already so wet you could just slide right in. But first you pull on the leash:

"Look at me. Good."

When her eyes glance directly into yours, you finally start making your way inside of her. The tight walls of the mare as if willingly made way for you. Without being able to control herself, she starts panting and softly moaning in ecstasy.

"You get it now?" you keep pushing inside further and further until you're all the way in. Then again and again.

"Aaaah!" a loud yelp escapes her mouth instead of an answer.

"I was gonna fucking apologize to you that night, understand?!" you keep pumping, sending her into forced bliss with each of the movements as you continue "But you didn't even let me speak! You always just take what you want! Do you see now how I felt?! Do you finally understand?!"

"I do,.." she whimpers between uncontrolled moans.

At the same time, a little tear escapes her eye, one which shortly reflects everything you went through together. All the bad, all the good,.. only to disappear in the blue fur on her cheek the next second.

And suddenly,.. as if all your anger that was fueling you started disappearing, literally slipping away, even if you wanted to stay mad at her. Yet you're mere moments from your peak to stop what is already in motion. Your body does those few last humps and then… a riptide of raw and wild pleasure strikes through you like a lightning as you're filling her equine womb to the brim with your human semen.

At the same time, her body tightens up in an orgasm of her own, almost locking you in and splashing your legs with a load of marejuice.

For those few short but eternally long seconds, as if the two of you became one. In all that chaos and savagery, there is a momentary peace and understanding of the highest possible level.

And the moment is getting ripped into your head like getting branded with hot iron,.. the sweetest and most beautiful way possible. As if something invisible and hurting that was connecting the two of you suddenly snapped, connecting anew as something completely different.

...

When it ends, you fall down next to her, letting go of the leash while staring into her eyes as you both pant in exhaustion. ...You never noticed how much these big, infinitely dark pupils resemble tiny universes from up close.

But other than your breaths, there’s silence.

For some reason you're feeling a smile forming on your face at the look of her. Not a malicious grin about what you did to her though. ...This is the first time you're looking at her without any spite or disdain at all. Now you finally feel completely even.

And you reach your hand to softly caress her cheek before you both close your eyes.

"Goodnight, mistress..."