Comeuppance

Within the confines of her room - well what used to be her room, Fenris’ turned to the exit and held her breath. She could have sworn she’d heard the front door open, which meant one of two things - either Pixel had finally come home for the afternoon or somepony was breaking in. Getting to her hooves, she timidly pushed herself up and trotted out.

Pixel sighed, tossed his keys onto the table by the entryway, adjusted his scarf, and kicked the door closed behind himself. It hadn’t been a particularly difficult day, but he’d been ready to return home - not simply for some much needed rest and relaxation, but because he finally had something to look forward to when getting back to his house. As a subtle jingling noise drew nearer, he smiled; as always, she was just on time.

“There she is,” he hummed, spotting her peeking at him from beyond the living room. “Come on,” he condescendingly encouraged, waving her forward.

Fenris’ cheeks darkened, her marehood reflexively seized, and her heart skipped a beat, yet she obeyed all the same. Time could do many things to a pony, and the past two months had reforged her in both body and mind. Her defiance and recalcitrance had been fashioned into subservience and desperation, remolded by her fleshly sins and her gluttonous need for pleasure, but the changes hadn’t stopped there.

It wasn’t long after her Master had broken her that he’d begun making small requests, leveraging her desires to suit his predilections. Things had started innocently enough, such as with Pixel insisting on being referred to as her Master while also urging her to critique her etiquette, yet things had only gotten increasingly extreme - still, she hadn’t questioned him. If he demanded something from her, rewarding her deference with physical bliss, she complied without question - even when his demands had taken a decidedly obscene turn.

Though the stallion she once was was a bitter memory, she still retained the knowledge she’d accrued over a lifetime of research and study - as such, it hadn’t taken long for her Master to utilize her expertise of the arcane to make several small adjustments. The first and understandably most practical order was that she make her transformation permanent, something she’d done minutes after he’d asked, but his other decrees had taken a bit more work. While she was relatively versed with metamorphic spells, having used several on mares in the past, she’d never employed any of them on herself - that was, until she’d been required to.

Adding a bit more cushion to her backside and hips had been easy enough, although some of her other alterations had taken a bit of study. She’d never really cared about a mare’s virility, but her Master had been quite resolute that she not bear them a foal - that said, he’d also been adamant that she stay in a perpetual state of estrus. After pouring over her grimoires and journals for several sleepless nights, denied his touch until she’d accomplished her task, she’d finally found the proper combination of rituals to give him what he wanted.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, snapping from her stupor. “Was somepony having a nap?”

Shaking her head, she scampered out to greet him. Seeing his smile as she approached - by the abyss, it was nearly enough to make her swoon on the spot. Stopping just short of him, without saying a word, she lowered herself, rolled onto her back, and grinned up at him - her tail enthusiastically wagging all the while. She’d speak if she was required to, although he seemed to prefer she use her mouth for other purposes.

Stepping over her, while his stallionhood slipped from its sheath, Pixel stared down at her groin. She’d come a long, long way as of late, but he intended to push her further - test the boundaries of what she could truly endure. As his eyes settled on her large, wobbling bosoms, an addition he’d taken immeasurable joy from, he balanced himself on one foreleg, reached out, and ran his hoof around her dark, tender nipple.

“Has somepony been a good girl?” he cooed, caressing the sensitive bud and drawing a hushed whimper from her.

“Y…yes, Master,” she softly replied, staring longingly up at his endowment.

Despite having promptly sucked him off earlier that morning, before he’d gone to work, she could still taste the salty, cloying vestiges of his essence against her tongue. He’d promised that he’d give her what she wanted when he got home, if she did her chores and swore not to touch herself in his absence, yet he hadn’t specified when or precisely how he was going to dispense her prize. Biting her bottom lip, stifling herself, she braced her hind legs and raised her hips towards him.

Pixel chuckled, watching her bring her drooling, meaty cunt nearer to his face. He couldn’t have been more happy with the way she’d been shaping up, yet he was far from finished with her. Though she’d enhanced her body to increase her appeal, and practically leapt at the opportunity to serve him, he had the nagging sense that there was some trace of her pride left.

She only ever left the house if he commanded it, apparently content to be his live-in maid and cock-sleeve, but he was going to fix that. As far as he was concerned, everypony should take a good, long look at what she’d become, and that’s exactly what he intended to do. Stepping over and away from her, he fished into his saddle bag.

“We’re going to do something a little different today,” he coolly remarked, producing a pink leash to match her studded collar. “I hope somepony is ready for a walk.”

Her joyous expression instantly faltered, her pupils shrank to pinpricks, and her tail fell still, as a toothy grin split his muzzle. What was the purpose of having an obedient, bombshell of a house-bitch if he couldn’t show her off? Motioning for her to stand, wholly apathetic about what her thoughts were on the matter, he stepped over and clipped the lead to her choker.

“Don’t give me that look,” he tutted, backing away and pulling on the band of leather connecting them. “It’s a beautiful afternoon outside, so I thought we could both enjoy stretching our legs and getting some fresh air.”

Fenris fidgeted nervously in place, her anxiety skyrocketing. What choice did she have but to oblige him? He’d undoubtedly shoot down any excuses she had, he could quite literally force her to comply, and it would be nearly impossible to change back into a stallion - not that she particularly wanted that. Heedless or quite possibly uncaring about her apprehension, the kirin lazily wheeled around and began pulling her to the exit.

Her hooves moved of their own volition, and the collar dug into her neck, while she was all but dragged along behind him. Only a hoofful of ponies had seen her in her current state, with most having been passers by on her forays to the adult stop, and she’d intended to keep it that way. Traipsing about within the private confines of her home was one thing, but being paraded about in public was quite another.

With her heart thundering in her chest, watching him open the door, he paused and looked back at her. Over her time with him, specifically after she’d come to serve him, she’d become aware of when he had something devious in mind; there was a particular look in his eye and an arrogance in his smirk that let her know he was up to no good, and this was one of those times. Swallowing hard, trying and failing to keep her tail clamped over her backside, he stepped closer and drew a hoof under her chin.

“Why so apprehensive?” he asked, his voice practically dripping with cynicism.

“I…it’s just…” she stammered, unable to meet his gaze, “I just don’t want ponies to think less of me…”

“Think less of you?” he mockingly parroted, recoiling ever so slightly. “If that’s what you’re worried about, how about you tell me what you are.”

More of a statement than a question, she was obligated to answer. “I’m your little slut…”

With a soft chuckle, his hoof wandered down her neck and to her fluffy chest. “And shouldn’t everypony know that?”

The question was deceptively commonsensical. She lived to serve him, having effectively become his concubine, and he constantly reminded her of that fact. If they were both comfortable with their arrangement, it was only logical that, sooner or later, somepony would be purview to their relationship. Languidly nodding, with a silly little smirk playing over her snout, she reluctantly looked into his eyes.

“There’s a good girl,” he purred, tussling her mane. “And you know what good girls get ~ don’t you?”

Her tail lifted and flipped back and forth, as her smile broadened. “Good girls get a treat.”

“They do!” he condescendingly responded, leaning in and pecking her nose. “As a matter of fact, I’d planned on bringing you somewhere special this afternoon!”

“Where?” she inquired. Seeing his expression harden, she looked away. “Where, Master?”

“That’s better,” he lightheartedly huffed. “It’s going to be a little surprise - something special for my perfect little bitch.”

She couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement, though there was a lingering sense that something was off, hearing his words. The closest thing to a surprise that he’d given her was the occasional face fucking to wake her up - even then she’d been thrilled to know he kept her in his thoughts. Taking a timid step to the exit, she turned and faced the warmly lit outdoors. Whatever he was planning for her, one way or another, she’d face it the same way she always had - head on.

Pixel beamed, as she took the lead and stepped outside - still, as pleased as he was, he couldn’t let her get ahead of herself. Pulling on the leash, he brought her to an abrupt halt. Her place was wherever he wished it, and that place, at that time, was slightly behind him and to the side. Perhaps on another day he’d let her walk ahead of him, but not now - not with what he had in store for her.

Briskly trotting past her, he glanced back and grinned. “I want you right there ~ you can do that for me, right?”

She coyly nodded, her cheeks going an even darker shade of crimson. Though she’d quite literally taken the first step, the hardest part of her little test was yet to come. Moving in front of her, leaving just enough slack in her leash to give her the illusion of choice, he magically closed the door behind them and pressed into the cool air.

As he nonchalantly strolled away from their home and onto the sidewalk, he made a point to wave over at their neighbor. Though he barely knew the stallion, only having spoken to him on rare occasions, the congenial gesture was but the first of many to come. He was going to make a point to greet everypony he came across, strangers or not, if only to impress his dominant role with his pet. The more ponies that saw him leading Fenris along on a lead, the better.

He was far from a psychologist, only having taken one or two courses on the subject, but he’d recently taken a great interest in how to bend somepony to one’s will. While forcing somepony to do something was relatively easy, it often resulted in contempt and condemnation on the subject’s part - in and of itself, this wasn’t a bad thing, but he had grander aspirations for his former friend. Glancing back at her, without breaking stride, he smiled.

Manipulating somepony was a bit of an art, but he’d like to think he’d been doing a fine job of it so far. Reinforcing Fenris’ proper behavior, while admonishing or outright punishing her for acting out of turn, had yielded results beyond his wildest dreams - nevertheless, she wasn’t quite perfect. Until she was all but his mindless slave, she’d still require his time, patience, and perseverance.

“Almost at our first stop,” he cheerfully intoned, flicking his tail from side to side and giving her a view of his package.

Coming to an intersection and hanging a right, he peered over at the nearby strip mall. The shopping center didn’t have anything all that interesting, like many of its kind, although it did have one specific store that would suit his needs perfectly. Trotting off the paved path and to his destination, he staved off the temptation to look back at his plaything.

Downplaying the event was an instrumental part of his plan, so he’d have to act as casually as he could. His confidence would feed her dependence on him, and so he held his head high, strutted up to the entrance, and pulled the door open for her. Feeling her leash go slack, he turned his full attention back to her.

Fenris stared up at the marquee for just a moment, before lowering her gaze and looking into the shop. She’d never paid the small shopping center any mind, in spite of having trotted by it more times than she could count, so she’d honestly had no idea they had a boutique. Peering through the open door, seeing racks of frilly lingerie and mare’s undergarments, she finally comprehended where the kirin had brought her.

“Go ahead,” he urged, “go and pick out something nice for yourself.”

Both thrilled and terrified, she nodded and did as she was told. Though she’d very much played the part of a particularly amorous mare, she’d never dressed herself as one - sure, it wasn’t like ponies usually wore much of anything while out and about, but the prospect of gussying herself up sent an excited thrill up her spine. As she lazily drifted past displays and racks of articles, trying her best to take it all in, a particular outfit caught her eye.

Resting near the back of the shop, just beside a pair of changing rooms, stood a mannequin adorned in an ensemble that was as stunning as it was revealing. Garters, leggings, a brasserie, and a pair of embroidered, crotchless panties, all a brilliant crimson, contrasted sharply against the snow white dummy’s shell. She’d never really given much thought to gussying herself up, having been content to simply go about her business in the buff like usual - then again she never thought she’d end up hopelessly addicted to cock.

Staring up at the outfit, imagining what she would look like wearing something so provocative, she nearly forgot about her Master and the leash connecting her to him, until it was too late. As he softly pressed his hoof against her hind leg, caressing his way up her inner thigh and to her moistened loins, she gasped and looked back at him. Coming up beside her, having stopped just shy of touching her sex, he dipped his head up at the mannequin.

“I gotta admit, I think you’d look absolutely ravishing in it,” he whispered, leaning over and kissing her cheek.

The complement, paired with the small bit of affection, brought butterflies to her stomach. Increasing her appeal with him would reap nothing but benefits in the future, not to mention having something sexy to wear might be fun. If he really did like the outfit, he may be inclined to fling her onto the bed and make hot, passionate love to her more often than he already did! Giggling like a school filly, forgetting all about the choker around her neck, she excitedly nodded at him.

“Ma’am,” Pixel called, waving to an employee by the register, “could you come and help us for a second?” As the mare came over, a young unicorn with a soft pink coat, he pointed up at the display. “Could my marefriend try this ensemble on?”

The clerk stepped back and looked Fenris over, noticing but saying nothing about the collar and leash, then she pursed her lips. “Miss,” she began, turning to face the blushing, tethered pegasus, “what’s your size?”

“I…” Fenris trailed off, realizing she hadn’t the faintest idea about what sized clothing she wore. “I’m not sure. Master,” she continued, humbly looking over at the kirin, “may I get fitted?”

“You may,” Pixel smoothly replied, trotting over and unclipping the lead from her choker.

“W…well - uh -” the unicorn sputtered, taken aback by their apparent dynamic, “alright then. Come this way, Miss.”

Shooing Fenris off, having seen the hesitation in her eyes, Pixel trotted to the checkout counter. “Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting for you.”

It had been tempting to follow them and watch his pet get fitted and dressed, though that may have been pushing things too far. The last thing he needed was to get kicked out prior to making a purchase, so he’d curtail himself until the deed was done. Lingering by the cash register, picking up and idly flipping through a magazine about mares’ fashion, he silently waited for the pair’s return.

Several minutes passed, with the employee making a trip from the fitting room back to the display to presumably gather the properly sized garments, before he heard an octet of lightly approaching hooves. Lifting his head from the publication, his eyes widened. He’d presumed Fenris would look good while wearing something intimate, but he’d underestimated just how attractive she’d be.

Fenris kept her head lowered, her eyes glued to the floor, as she silently held a forehoof to her chest. She liked the way the garments looked on her, and they felt absolutely amazing, but that would mean nothing if her Master wasn’t pleased. Listening to him step closer, stopping just in front of her, she peeked up at him.

“Even more stunning than I thought,” he murmured, setting her heart alight. As he shifted his focus to the employee, who stood mutely several paces away, he cleared his throat. “I’ll take it.”

The attendant nodded and turned back towards the fitting room, smiling over at the beat-red pegasus. “See, I told you he’d like it. Let me just get this bagged up for you two, then I’ll -”

“She’ll be wearing it out,” Pixel interrupted, causing both the mares to stare at him in disbelief. Without skipping a beat, disregarding their stunned expressions, he reached into his bag and started rummaging around for bits.

“Um - ok,” the cashier intoned, evidently more interested in making a sale than her customer’s lack of modesty. Trotting around to the register, she rang up the purchase and weakly smiled over at the stallion. “That’ll be one-hundred and eighteen bits.”

With her jaw nearly on the floor, Fenris watched the transaction in stunned silence. She wasn’t sure what was more surprising, the fact that he’d been willing to drop that much coin on her or that he fully expected her to wear the scandalous attire out in broad daylight. Unable to move, reeling from the turn of events, she was powerless to stop him from paying for the getup, wheeling around, and seamlessly clipping the lead back to her collar.

“Come along, Dear, let’s go show you off,” he merrily stated, setting off towards the exit.

Numbly following along behind him, she watched the doorway grow nearer and nearer. She’d assumed that the ensemble would be something special for them, something naughty she could wear around the house and only in the house, but she’d been deeply mistaken. As they crossed the threshold and onto the walkway, she frantically scanned the area - sure enough, having only just stepped out of the shop, she’d made a scene.

A nearby family glared at her, a young stallion nearly ran into a newspaper machine while ogling her, and an elderly mare shot her a disgusted look, yet their dismay meant nothing to the kirin holding her leash. The choker dug into her neck, prompting her to move, as she lowered her head and tried not to look at any of the ponies judging her. Though it took less than a minute to trot away from the strip mall and to the nearby street, the ignominy made the experience feel like a small eternity.

Without looking upward, knowing exactly how to get home, she turned to her right, took several steps forward, and was nearly pulled off balance by the lead affixed to her. Her thoughts raced, panic clawed at her mind, and yet her marehood practically ached, when a harsh realization settled over her. His little exhibition of her wasn’t quite done yet.

“What?” he innocently asked, halting to look back at her. “You don’t want to go to the park?”

She had to do something - anything to stop him. Trotting around like his pet was bad enough, but doing so in something so revealing was an order of magnitude more shameful. Biting back her fear of displeasing him, she petulantly scrunched her snout, rose to her full height, and locked eyes with him. So long as she had a shred of dignity left, she couldn’t continue letting him do as he pleased.

“I d…don’t think…we…” she fell silent, as he trotted over to her, brought his muzzle to the side of her face, and breathed hotly in her ear.

“Don’t think we should what,” he whispered, tightening the leash in his grip. “Don’t think that everypony should see how sexy you are? Don’t think that all the other mares should be jealous that you’re proud to embrace your sexuality? Who cares what anypony thinks about you,” he faintly snickered, igniting his horn and surrounding her teats with his magical aura. “You already know you’re a slut, so nothing anypony says or does will ever change that…”

“N…Aahn,” she lewdly whined, instinctively arching her back and flagging her tail.

With but the slightest encouragement and honeyed words, he’d demolished her pitiful attempt to save face. A part of her felt embarrassed that she’d folded so easily, yet the knowledge of what he could do to her, of dispensing bliss on an unimaginable scale, could not be denied. Shivering beneath his touch, feeling her winking, needy snatch graced by the cool air, she moaned.

Pulling away, issuing an arcane, parting twist to her nipples, he met her desperate gaze. “So what were you saying?”

“Y…you wanted to go to the park?” she stuttered, only barely composing herself enough to speak.

“Mmmhmm,” he responded, spinning around and reassuming his position ahead of her. “There’s a nice little one right down the road. I figured you’d want to play with the other dogs.”

Without another word, as he trotted to their next stop, she nearly stumbled over herself to keep up with him. She could have kicked herself for attempting to overstep her bounds over something so foolish. Having long ago learned that a proper mare’s place was in the service of a stallion, she should have known better than to question his authority. He was her Master - it was as simple as that.

While it was difficult to explain, she was starting to understand the joys of her place. Aside from the unbelievable pleasure she experienced as a mare, there was something deeply gratifying about yielding to his wishes. His approving looks and flattery, while rare, were thrilling beyond belief and served as a constant reminder of who she now was - his bitch.

Trotting off the sidewalk and past a neatly trimmed set of hedges, Pixel strolled into the commons. A number of families lingered by a small playground, sat to one side of the grassy area, and a few ponies had indeed brought their dogs out to enjoy the sunny, autumn afternoon. While many in his position wouldn’t be so foolhardy as to all but drag a slatternly mare through a park, he moved with the utmost confidence.

He wasn’t there to put on some exhibitionistic show - he was there to prove a point. If his toy wouldn’t do as he said, he’d find another - after all, mares were a dime a dozen. Flipping the scarf over his shoulder, he gave a particularly forceful yank on the tether in his grasp and made a beeline to a bench resting beneath a tree. If she thought being shown off like a tramp was unflattering, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction to what he had in store for her.

Sorcerously flicking the lead from her collar, moving beneath the shade of the tree, he hopped onto the bench, stretched his forelegs over his head, and contentedly sighed. “It’s such a beautiful day outside, wouldn’t you say?”

Only barely registering what he’d said, Fenris stared at his groin. Either her new attire, flaunting her around on a leash, or some combination of the two had gotten him a bit excited, because his stallionhood was anything but relaxed. The semi-rigid length steadily rose between his thighs, growing larger and thicker with each beat of his heart, and it noiselessly sung a song to her. Regardless of where she was or what she was doing, the sight of it, knowing how utterly amazing it felt stretching her depths, never failed to get her blood pumping.

“I said it’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” he repeated, lowering his tone.

“Y…yes,” she quickly mumbled, her thoughts on anything but the weather.

Lowering his forelegs, bringing one hoof to his package, he lazily stroked his length and brought himself to full mast. “Though it is a bit chilly outside. Maybe you could warm this up for me…”

Her mouth watered, her marehood seized upon itself, and she shuffled closer to him, only stopping when she heard the joyous squeal of the two foals playing several dozen yards away. “Right here?”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” he countered.

Glancing back at the hoofful of ponies near the playground, seeing that they were being ignored, she ground her thighs together. A little taste of him couldn’t hurt ~ could it? Telling herself that it wasn’t the worst thing two ponies could be caught doing, she stepped between his hind legs, extended one wing, and softly grabbed the root of his shaft. Even if they were happened upon, it’s not like they’d get in too much trouble.

Her eyes drifted closed, her tongue lolled past her parting lips, and she opened her jaws, as she guided him into her muzzle. She’d never given much thought as to why some mares enjoyed sucking cock, prior to her little accident, but it hadn’t taken her long to figure out the appeal of servicing a stallion. The taste of sweat and flesh, the heady aroma of virile musk, and the pleased, heavy breaths of a stud were immeasurably arousing, to the point where she’d gotten off while gagging on a dick.

The world faded away, while she focused on pleasing her Master. Peeking out at him, seeing his soft belly, she wormed her head forward and brought the blunted cock-head to the back of her throat. There’d been a time when she’d struggled to properly blow him, but her perseverance and dedication made her past struggles little more than a memory. Filling her lungs, she continued her descent and forced him down her gullet.

“There we go,” he breathed, gazing down at her. “If I didn’t know better, I could swear that you actually like the taste of my junk.”

Peering up at him, with her focus momentarily broken, she fought the urge to withdraw and respond. It was true, she genuinely did enjoy worshiping him, and there was no denying it. As her eyelids drifted shut, allowing her to concentrate once again, she worked his thick medial ring past her teeth and onto her tongue. A unique aspect to her transformation was that, having been a stallion, she knew exactly how to best stimulate a stud, and that’s exactly what she did.

Bobbing and torquing her head from side to side, mopping his shaft with her pouting lips, she only occasionally withdrew enough to get a sip of air. Feeling him pulse in her esophagus, getting her first taste of his pre-cum, her pace steadily quickened. The quicker she got him nice and riled up, the faster he’d bring her home and rut her like a cheap whore - at least that’s what she’d thought. She couldn’t really say how long she stayed between his thighs, unapologetically choking on his tool, but it ended all too soon.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he grunted, bringing her motions screeching to a halt. “You’ve had enough fun…”

Rearing back and clearing her airway, she resignedly did what he’d asked and gave his cock a final parting kiss. It was almost a shame that their good time had been so brief, yet she could understand why. Looking back at the family having good, innocent fun, she sulked. If there weren’t foals around, maybe her Master would let her…

“Sit on it,” he purred, leaning back and resting his forelegs against the back of the bench.

Her head whipped around, she glanced from his pillar-like dick to his face, and her snatch gave an enthusiastic wink. He couldn’t possibly have said what she thought he’d said! While she was practically dying to get a nice, hard, thorough railing, to the point where she’d do nearly anything to get plowed, she wasn’t insane enough to do something in front of perfect strangers! Remaining motionless, noticing him flex his cock, she shivered.

“I said,” he growled, his horn glowing with arcane power, “sit on it.”

Before she could reply or make a move, he had her in his magical grasp. Being smaller and lighter than she used to be, he used his power to lift her up and seat her directly on his lap. With her knees resting to either side of his hips, feeling the heat of his shaft against her engorged, almost painfully sensitive clit, she bit her bottom lip.

Reaching out and grabbing her neck, Pixel pulled her face to within an inch of his snout. “If you don’t, you’ll never have to worry about getting it again. Either fuck yourself on me, right here and now, or go find somepony else to take care of you.”

The fearful look in her eyes was priceless, though he only had a split-second to appreciate it. Raising her hips and pressing her chest against his face, letting his stallionhood slip between her legs, she got herself into position and brought her entrance to the head of his dick. Even if he had been bluffing, he doubted she would have put up much of a fight - not with his ominous threat on the table.

Reaching a foreleg around her back, as she started impaling herself upon him, he relished the warm, taut depths slowly embracing cock. Her face contorted with barely kept pleasure, a small whimper escaped her, and he could practically feel how badly she wanted it, but he wasn’t going to let her have it that easily. Grabbing her tail, pulling the limb up and out of the way, he ensured that anyone close enough would be able to see her needy cunt being stuffed by his length.

“Bounce on it, bitch,” he giggled, hauling on her dock.

No sooner had he issued the command than she started wantonly screwing herself on him. Clenching on the upstrokes, while relaxing on her descents, she milked his length like the seasoned whore she was destined to be. Her technique had done nothing but improve over the weeks, as had her attitude, yet she still had some learning left to do. Only when the day came that she was an unthinking doll, a literal toy for his amusement, could he stop pushing her limits.

Sending energy into his horn, lending his magic to the endeavor, he moved her harder and faster with each passing second. She felt as amazing as ever, with the exhibitionistic flare adding an entirely new level of pleasure to the experience, but knowing he’d successfully brought her one step closer to her final goal was the sweetest element of all. Bucking into her, scraping his medial ring against her g-spot, he yanked her tail.

“I bet you’d - Ngh - actually like it if somepony was watching your stupid ass like this,” he snarled, overwhelming her with his mystical power. “This is all you are, just a dumb, cock-loving bitch.”

“Uh…Uh-huh,” Fenris mewled, fixating on her mounting rapture.

“If it weren’t for me, I bet you'd spread your - Mmmph - legs for anything with a dick, wouldn’t you?” he added, using his free foreleg to grab her mane and wrench her head back.

The discomfort and pain sent her rocketing to the brink, erasing her better judgment in a heartbeat. “Yes!”

Rocking her hips forward and back, doing everything in her power to earn his cum, she neared her limit. If he ever did leave her, his prophetic assertion would more than likely end up true. She’d crossed a line, passed a point of no return, and there was no going back for her. Having sampled the sinful delights of being a mare was staggering beyond her wildest dreams, she was beyond saving.

Leaning back, resting her forehooves on his knees, she frantically sought relief. A small sliver of her mind told her that the new position would make it even more obvious that they were sharing an intimate moment, but she was past the point of caring. She needed to cum, needed to feel his essence flowing into her, and she’d be damned if anypony was going to stop her.

Losing themselves to the moment, they moved in tune with one another. Pixel bucked upward, slamming his hips and sheathing his length on her descents, while she dutifully milked his stallionhood. Like many times before, and many times undoubtedly yet to be, she committed her body to him. She’d cum sooner or later, but only if she earned it.

One clear advantage of having possessed a cock was that she knew exactly how to make a stud feel good. An equal mix of theatrics and skill, having acclimated to her body, she worked his dick like a seasoned whore. Though she was different both inside and out, having forsaken her old life, she retained enough of herself to take careful note of her Master’s preferences and tastes, allowing her to serve him as best she could.

His shaft pulsed within her, the tip of his length gradually swelling in size, as he reached the brink. The sensation of him starting to flare, knowing she was going to get her wish, drove her absolutely wild with lust. Her higher functions evaporated, as her ecstasy reached its zenith. Teetering on the very cusp of her release, she gave voice to her yearnings.

“Cum inside me,” she blared, willing her depths to constrict around him, “make me your mare!”

Pixel set his jaw, hammering into her from below, as he staved off the inevitable. She felt as fantastic as ever, the perfume she wore perfectly complemented her naturally delicate scent, and her slatternly cries and moans fanned the flames of his passion, but the best thing of all was that he could practically sense her desire. She didn’t just want him - she needed him. Pushed to the brink, he reached out and grabbed her waist.

With a grunt and a snort, violently ramming her body down to fully hilt her, he peaked. Scalding seed surged through his throbbing length and erupted into her, bathing her interior with his thick essence. The influx of his roiling jizz, paired with the knowledge that he’d blessed her with his foal-batter, was a taste of heaven itself. Collapsing atop him, adrift in a euphoric sea, it was all she could do to softly coo and tightly grip his stallionhood.

“Get off me, you dumb - Ack,” Pixel shouted, shoving her to the side and unceremoniously off his softening length. Unseating himself, flinging his scarf over her, he smiled at a stallion who’d stopped to leer at them. “Sorry, the stupid bitch can’t get enough of it.”

He honestly hadn’t thought anypony would stop to watch them, but discovering the voyeur had prompted him to act. Trotting past the gobsmacked pony, leaving Fenris where she lie, he cantered away in the direction of his home. His pet could find her way home easily enough, and it wasn’t like she could live without him, so he wasn’t going to waste his time helping her. It may take her a few minutes to collect herself enough, but she’d be fine.

Leaving her in his dust, he didn’t even bother to look back. She knew where to find him, and he had no doubt that she’d come shambling back to his door before too long. So long as she didn’t actually go off and fuck somepony else, he didn’t care what she did with her afternoon. Breaking into a gallop, musing on how he could up the ante next time, he smiled to himself.

Looking at her fleeing Master, past the disapproving stallion who solemnly shook his head, Fenris clamped her legs together and pushed herself into a seated position. She could hardly believe Pixel would abandon her so abruptly, but she wasn’t terribly surprised; he barely considered her a pony, let alone an equal, so his apathy wasn’t as startling as it should have been.

Doing her best to ignore the onlooker, she took the scarf and unsuccessfully attempted to wipe the spunk from her coat - alas, it did little good. Scowling down at the strip of fabric, she tossed the garment towards a nearby trash can, got to her hooves, and shakily trotted away from the bench. The discarded apparel was hardly of any use to her anymore, now that she had some more fitting attire.

Trying and failing to carry herself with some semblance of pride, adorned in her lingerie and the cum of her Master, she shambled home. Though some sliver of her was less than pleased with the outcome of her outing, she couldn’t be too upset. There’d be plenty of chances to have a better afternoon ahead, regardless of what depravity the kirin wished her to endure. With a small stream of seed creeping down her inner thigh, she wondered if she’d get back before Pixel took a shower.

If he kept bringing her to the gates of Nirvana, she’d continue submitting to his stallonly needs. If any part of Fenris was left, the proud, domineering Fenris of her old life, he was on his deathbed. She was something new, something that was less than a pony, though she couldn’t quite say exactly what. It was only when she felt the tag on her collar jingle, inadvertently glancing down at the little metal badge, did realization dawn on her. She was a bitch, an object to satiate carnal desire, and that understanding brought with it a feeling of acceptance…