Chapters Author's Note
It is a common trope that characters in public are the opposite of who they are in private. For example, Fluttershy is so kind and meek in public, so she must be a total sadist in the bedroom. I decided I wanted to flip that idea. So I took Rainbow Dash and asked what if she was actually even MORE of an attention hog? What would that look like? Also, because it's me writing this, the recipient had to be a tiny human.
Lastly, the world this story takes place in is kind of a continuation of one of my flash fics. It's not required reading to understand this story, but it's short and might make the human character's backstory more reasonable. Read it here: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/341735/44/blobskins-macro-micro-flash-fics/prologue-to-something
Strutting It
Version: 4
Logan sat in his little room calmly staring at old photos and reminiscing about home. The picture currently in his hand had the whole family. Him, his older brother, his mom, and his dad. The young man smiled and ran a finger over the glass that protected the image. The memories flowed through him like water. This photo was shot a number of years before the two brothers had taken the farm from their father. Before his drinking and gambling had thrown the family into debt. Before the drama. He was barely a teenager in this picture and he had almost no responsibilities.
Logan put the frame down and turned his gaze to another picture. A photo of his father sitting on a bench outside the hospital. The institute where the rest of the family had forced him to get better. To quit drinking. More memories came to Logan from looking at it. The huge debt the brothers had inherited after that and the plan they had put together to pay it off. This picture of dad was bittersweet really. It was sad because it showed their dad at his lowest. But it was also a turning point. The start of his redemption and the family's strategy to get the farm back in the black.
And everything had been going so well until the war started.
Logan sighed and rubbed his face. That set of memories was the worst. The pointless war that followed First Contact with the giant ponies. A war, not against the ponies, but against humanity itself. The economic collapse. The drafts. Then the final nail in the farm's coffin: the bank demanded the entire debt. If they failed to pay they would lose the farm. But they wouldn't have the money for another five years at the earliest and that was before the war crippled their finances. They simply couldn't pay it. And if they lost the farm they would also lose their immunity from the draft. Then the brothers would likely be going to the battlefield. Every other able-bodied person was.
It was a spiraling nightmare with no way out. Depression hit the whole family hard.
Then a light. Hope. From the pony world came an offer. A way out of their debt.
But it was a mixed opportunity. It required sacrifice. Logan was the younger brother and knew it was the best and only solution. So he took the fall to save his family's farm.
He sold himself to a pony. He sold himself, effectively, into slavery.
Logan glanced around his room somberly. It was small and basic. A bed for sleeping, a dresser for his clothes, and a shelf for his many photos. He also had a lamp and a clock on his dresser. That was it. The room was built from simple wood planks. If you weren't paying attention you might even miss where the floor transitioned into the wall and the wall into the ceiling. It was all the same.
Officially he owned nothing. Logan was now property himself. His master -- his Mistress -- was free to do with him whatever she wanted. His accommodations were entirely thanks to her generosity. According to his Mistress he was only supposed to be in his room when she wasn't home. When she was home he was to be with her. From the Mistress's perspective his room was only for rest. Therefor his room didn't need more than the bare necessities.
Logan's feelings about the mare were a bit mixed. On one hand, she had paid his family's debt. On the other, life as her slave was... difficult.
There was a distant boom from a massive door slamming. The Mistress was home. Immediately Logan felt his heart race. He sat up straight and his mind jumped from memories of the farm to wondering what his Mistress would have him do today. He shivered. Some days were better than others.
"I'm home!" the raspy voice of his Mistress called.
Logan didn't reply, she wouldn't be able to hear more than a squeak if he had tried to yell back to her anyway. Though he still nodded in acknowledgment as he took off his shirt and pants. The Mistress let him wear clothes when he was in his room, but when he was with her he was not allowed to wear more than his boxers. She liked to stare at his muscles and tanned skin earned from years of farm work. Though his complexion was starting to lighten from being out of the sun, the physical work she had him do these days kept his body in good shape.
"Logan!" the Mistress called much closer now. "I'm home! It's time to play!"
Logan gave his hair a quick brush with his fingers and shook out his shoulders. He psyched himself up for whatever game she wanted to play today. Then he opened his door and stepped outside.
The ground might have looked like gravel at first, but it was actually a field of small rubber pellets. The bedding of his terrarium. Around him were four glass walls creating a box about the size of a football field. The terrarium had no cover. Filling the space was various playground equipment scattered about like some sort of obstacle course. There were a set of monkey bars, some tires arranged in a line, a pair of ramps, and much more. Behind Logan was his "room". A wooden box with a door in it.
The man stepped down onto the rubber gravel with his bare feet. He'd never get used to the feeling. He made his way toward one of the glass walls that towered over him and gazed out. His sanctuary sat on a table in the Mistress's bedroom. Beyond the clear barrier in front of Logan was the massive space where his Mistress spent most of her time with him. Speaking of which, she had just come into the room.
The cloud floor completely absorbed the sound of what would obviously have been mini-earthquakes. The huge pony had hooves a bit wider around than he was tall. The man could barely get his arms around her muzzle if he tried. Her mane was always wild and striped the colors of a rainbow. The rest of her fur was a gentle sky blue and her eyes were violet. She was also a pegasus with a pair of enormous wings. She regularly hovered around the house or used them to zip about instead of running. She was fast, even for her size. Her name was Rainbow Dash, though Logan was only allowed to call her that under special circumstances. Just another one of her strange rules.
The Mistress shuffled into the room with a tired groan. She paused just inside the entryway and gave her mane a flick. It was wet. It was about a 50/50 guess if the moisture came from sweat or rain. Then her eyes turned toward him. Immediately she smiled. "Good afternoon my little Logan!" she cheered as she pranced to the table.
Logan couldn't help swallowing, backing away a step or two, and glancing up. The Mistress loomed above him, her muzzle hanging over the lip of his terrarium. Now that she was closer he could smell it. That wasn't rain water, it was sweat. She stank. "Good afternoon my Mistress. Did you have a good day?" he asked politely.
Rainbow chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Eh, cloud swarm from the Everfree. Unexpected, but fun. Had to kick butt all day!" she bragged with a self-satisfied smirk. "It feels good to be home though. I need something more relaxing. Let's get you out of there so we can play."
The Mistress sat down and raised both her hooves. Logan stepped back further. One hoof pressed against the glass wall in front of him while the other went up to the corner where two walls met. Rainbow Dash pulled the pin there that kept the wall up, which then tried to fall open except her first hoof was there to catch it. Slowly the huge mare let the glass panel drop until it was horizontal. The new see-through field projected off the edge of the table a fair bit. Without needing to be told Logan stepped out onto the former wall and approached his towering Mistress. Her magenta eyes above watched him and waited patiently until he was close enough.
An upturned hoof landed a few meters ahead of the man. It was a bit awkward. If the Mistress had had hands it might have worked better. As it was, she couldn't offer him a flat surface as a lift. It was more like being offered a steep ramp that promised to level out as soon as it began to ascend. However Logan was experienced with this arrangement and didn't even hesitate. He stepped onto the thick skin that was the bottom of the Mistress's hoof. Then he planted his other foot higher up, like he was going to climb a brutal hill. Finally, he let himself fall forward, pressing his chest to the "ground" and gripping the spongy flesh as best he could with his arms. He struggled to ignore the grime and sweat that transferred from her hoof to his belly.
The huge mare in return wasted no time in lifting him. As expected the ride leveled out a moment after leaving the terrarium behind. Not that Logan bothered to stand up. His platform was just going to go sideways again in a few seconds anyway when she went to put him down. But Logan did raise his head to meet the gaze of his owner.
The pegasus was clearly tired after a day of fighting magic clouds, but also clearly excited. She always was before she played with him. At least he wasn't getting boring.
"What are we going to do today, Mistress?" Logan dared to ask.
She smirked at him as she waddled across the bedroom. A strong cross-breeze cooled his exposed back. "First, I need to remind you just how impressive I am."
The man sighed to himself, making sure not to actually produce a sound. She wouldn't like that.
First Game: Looming.
Somewhere about the middle of the room Rainbow Dash began to lower the hoof that cradled Logan. As it fell towards the floor the surface once again began to tilt at a steeper and steeper angle. She wasn't trying to dump him. At least, Logan was pretty sure she wasn't going to do that today. The Mistress only did that if he annoyed her and he hadn't had time to do anything yet. There was a bit of a bump as her wrist met the mat that covered her bedroom floor. Logan crawled backwards on his hands and knees until his foot found the real ground. Then he pushed off the bottom of her hoof and stumbled a few steps away from her. The huge blue hoof lifted, spun around in midair, and returned to the ground some distance ahead of him. The gentle thump it made caused Logan to jump a little. Throaty giggling from above drew his attention skyward.
The sight would never get dull.
Rainbow Dash. Her fur was sky blue. Her mane was decorated the same colors as her name. Her eyes were magenta. And she was huge . Her fur was like a field of grass. Her mane was like a true rainbow cutting across the sky. Her eyes were bigger than he was. The tallest trees might have scratched her chin. Her head hung high above like a billboard. His neck was craned almost as far back as it could go, yet it was barely enough. And she loved it. Her smile was so wide he could see all her teeth and her eyes were lidded with satisfaction. The Mistress merely stood there, basking in the moment. Basking in the tiny human's undivided awe. Basking in Logan's attention.
"You're so big," Logan mumbled absentmindedly.
The towering equine held her head high at that. "Of course I am. I'm Rainbow Dash! Now stay there."
Logan tensed. He knew what she was about to do, but it was still scary. She liked this way too much.
The Mistress took a step forward. An enormous hoof that could have comfortably swallowed a sedan sailed by Logan on the right and crashed onto the matted floor behind him. The man flinched away as wind brushed his skin in its wake. He had enough self-control not to move too far though. Another hoof further away on his left rushed by him a moment later. The chest of his Mistress was above him now. Every time a hoof landed Logan felt a small tremor in his feet and struggled to stay where he was. It was important that he not move around too much because the pony's rear hooves were coming next. Looking up was the Mistress's fuzzy belly, but all attention was drawn to the great flexing joints of her legs. A massive pillar crashed down too close for Logan and he fell back. He stared at it for a moment as the other rear hoof zoomed beyond him. Then the hoof that was only a few steps away rose into the air and drifted over him. Logan looked straight up as the blue hoof passed. Up at the underside of a foot that could have crushed him without a struggle.
Logan swallowed nervously. He knew the Mistress was walking slowly for two reasons. For one, she liked having him gaze up at her and moving slow really emphasized how much power she had over him. And two, she didn't actually want to crush him. Despite knowing this, Logan's heart still raced as he turned over and watched the mare's hooves move on.
Then a curtain of colorful hairs smacked his already prone form and pushed him down. The heavy tail of his Mistress dragged across the floor like a broom. The many strands of her tail were too tangled to separate around him so the wall of colors simply swept over Logan, weighing down on him more like a bedsheet as thick as a truck. The man's face was pressed against the rubbery mat that covered the mare's bedroom floor for a few seconds as the tail brushed over his back. Then it was over and he pushed himself up on his elbows.
Rainbow Dash's hips and tail swayed as she strutted across the room. Her ears were pointed back in his direction even as she kept her head aimed straight for the wall she was approaching. Then she made a sharp turn and struck a pose. Logan could only gawk as the mare showed off her side and hiked her tail. After a moment she even gave her neck a quick snap and sent her rainbow mane draping across her back.
"What do you think Logan?" she asked while waggling her brows.
The man swallowed. "You're incredible, Mistress."
The mare snorted and looked away. "As always."
Then she was coming towards him, her legs crashing into the ground with a touch more force than necessary. The booming steps of his Mistress made Logan cautiously rise to his feet. There was a playful glint in her eyes as Logan found himself looking ever more skyward. He anticipated a second pass when the Mistress decided to do something different. When she was still a block or two away she veered to Logan's left and began making a wide path around him. She was still stomping, her every step producing a modest blast, shaking the landscape beneath him. She was circling him. And the man realized he was spinning in place to keep his eyes locked with her predatory gaze.
Then the Mistress accelerated. From walking to prancing. She lifted two hooves at a time and drove them down to create mini-earthquakes that made Logan stumble and throw his arms out for balance. She was stalking him. Toying with him. Around and around she went until Logan was fighting dizziness too. Yet he did not dare lose track of her.
Suddenly she stopped. Two legs in mid-step frozen bent and high above him. Logan felt himself unconsciously hold his breath. He too was frozen. Like a pair of statues. Everything was still and quiet. The man looked back and forth in confusion. Then he glanced up at the Mistress. They stared at each other. She hiked a questioning brow. Then she grinned.
In a blur the Mistress spun around and resumed her hungry stalking, but now she moved in a clockwise direction, the opposite way from before. Again her hooves crashed into the ground and created tremors. Logan once more spun in place, not letting the towering mare out of his sight while the Mistress just kept prancing. The tiny human imagined this was a lot worse than being stranded in the ocean and circled by fins. At least sharks weren't the size of a building and every second wasn't punctuated by a quake. A pony as tall as a skyscraper was circling him. Every footfall had the power to crush a city bus flat. All she had to do to end the "hunt" was drop a single hoof on top of him.
Logan didn't realize it for a moment. The Mistress had turned more sharply than before. She was cutting a path right past him. The man was unexpectedly knocked to the ground as a pillar of blue fur landed about a street's width from him. The Mistress barely seemed to notice. Logan could only sit there as the huge pony sauntered onward, one thundering step after another. One of her rear hooves landed nearby as well and made him bounce on the floor. Finally, her multicolored tail rushed by. Then she was beyond him and on her way to the far wall again. When she could travel no further she paused and looked over her shoulder dramatically.
"Oh yeah, I still got it," Rainbow Dash complimented herself.
The huge blue pony hopped around and started to approach Logan yet again. Step after step got louder and louder. The human carefully pushed himself to his feet and found himself tilting his head further and further back to maintain eye contact. When the Mistress was a little more than a block away she stopped and spread her front hooves with a pair of little stomps that made Logan reel for a second. She laughed. It was a rumble that just barely managed to sound feminine to the small human. Between her more raspy voice from years of shouting over the wind and her sheer size, it was impressive she still sounded like a woman at all to him.
Once she was done giggling she focused on him with a smirk. "Say it," she ordered.
"Y-you're bigger than me."
"And?"
Logan cleared his throat. "You are stronger than me."
"And lastly?" she prompted while lowering her head, filling his sky with her proud grin.
"You are faster than me," Logan said while backpedaling a meter or two.
"That's right. I'm the fastest pony in Equestria. But why should you just take my word for it? Let's race and I'll prove it."
The Mistress raised her head back into the sky and used her right hoof to paw the ground twice. The thumps were his signal to run. Which he did.
Logan always debated whether he should give this part his all or not. He never won. That was the point. But the Mistress had a way of sensing when he wasn't really trying. Then she would "punish" him. So the man ran as fast as he could. His arms pumped, his feet were a blur, he sprinted away from the colossal pony. The equine merely stood there watching him run for a moment. He could feel her gaze on his back. How much of a head start would he get this time?
No more than usual.
There was a boom somewhere behind him. Then another, but more to the left. Rainbow Dash was "after" him. The race had begun. And in two steps she had probably already eaten a third of the distance it took him almost a minute to make. Logan tried to ignore it. The only thing that the Mistress wanted him to do was run. So that's what he would do. Another set of crashes now closer than a moment before. Then another. She was right behind him. Even as the man sprinted with all his strength an enormous hoof pulled up alongside him on the right and landed with a clap. The mare's other column of a leg came swinging by on the left and landed a ways ahead of him. Logan stumbled and slowed as the ground shifted very slightly due to the advance of his Mistress.
The pony was simply walking. Lazily putting one hoof in front of the other. Each time she almost seemed to rocket forward and left Logan further and further underneath her. For a brief moment in their "race" Logan was surrounded by pounding hooves with a huge blue belly dangling above. Then the Mistress inevitably pulled ahead. On either side of Logan was the mare's massive rear hooves. As soon as it was obvious she was past him the man dove to the ground and covered his head. The curtain of tangled hairs that was Rainbow's tail brushed over him for a second time.
He was breathing hard as the pegasus easily strolled to the other side of the room with her head high and proud. Once she reached the far wall she quickly spun and took a pose like last time. "I win!" she cheered.
"O-of course, Mistress. Y-you are the fastest," Logan huffed.
"The fastest pegasus in Equestria!" she declared with a flick of her mane and yet another of her big self-satisfied smirks.
Logan didn't say anything else. He just focused on trying to catch his breath.
However, the rocking of her approach made him look up and tense. She wasn't done with this game yet? What was left that she hadn't done? Logan quickly realized he was panicking and stopped himself. It would be fine. The Mistress might get rough with him sometimes, but she'd never really hurt him. Before.
Rainbow Dash strutted with satisfaction written on her face. Proud and confident in her superiority. This time she chose to stand much closer than previously. Her two front hooves were planted side-by-side less than two car lengths from where Logan was still lying on the mat. The man stared ahead for what felt like a while, then realized she was waiting for him. Logan pushed himself up to his elbows. Then to his knees. With a tired groan he got to his feet and looked up. Straight up.
The nose of his Mistress hung above him. Her nostrils flared and a gust of breath washed over him. He cringed. It wasn't cold, but it was a bit unexpected.
"Who's the best pony?" she asked.
"You, my Mistress."
"Say my name."
"You are the best pony, Rainbow Dash."
Her head lifted away and the mare spread her wings. Logan was engulfed in her gigantic shadow. "And now you know it," she chuckled.
Version: 3
The Mistress gave her mane a flick and smirked down at him. The little human gulped even as his neck started to hurt from looking straight up.
"Now that you have been reminded who the best pony is," Rainbow began smugly, "you have to prove your devotion."
Second Game: Worship.
"Of course Mistress," Logan replied dutifully and nodded. "But what can I do for someone so great?"
She hummed in thought and her eyes rolled around for a moment. Her gaze eventually settled on the bed. She smiled. "First, I'd like somewhere comfortable to lay down. Follow me."
Logan sighed as the Mistress turned to his right and began walking. In just two thundering steps she traveled at least a block. The man had to run again and, like last time, was quickly falling behind. She peeked back at him from the corner of her eye and chuckled. She did not slow down however. Though her tail wagged a bit, brushing the path ahead of him in a mocking tone. Almost like it was pretending to clear his way. Logan said nothing and acted no differently as he continued to run after her. It was best not to.
Rainbow reached the bed and wasted no time spinning around and dropping her toned rear on the edge. She leaned back and supported herself with her front hooves. She had to shrug her shoulder to slip her wild multicolored mane behind her where it wouldn't be in the way. Her huge violet eyes then fixed on Logan. It was like a pair of lighthouse beams had suddenly aimed at him. The man struggled to brush off the tingle that went up his spine and kept making his way toward her. Or more accurately, making his way to her rear hooves resting on the floor below. The Mistress then crossed her legs. It was a very professional gesture, not something the pegasus usually did, but it made her seem more... dangerous. Like she was planning something. Logan knew however that there was no need to plan. They had done this before. The man was even confident he knew the exact words she would use in a second.
Logan came within a stone's throw of her pillar-like legs. He huffed from the sprint, tired, but met the mare's gaze regardless. "I am here, my Mistress. What should I do?"
Rainbow's head lazily fell to one shoulder. "I worked hard today. I need a devout worshiper to sooth my sore hooves," she whined and pouted. One of her huge hooves tapped the floor.
Logan took a step back, briefly startled by the sudden motion of something so big. "O-of course, my Mistress. A-anything your heart desires should be yours."
"That's right," Rainbow hummed. "Anything I want should be mine." She rolled her neck and flexed her wings twice. Then she lifted her left hoof and let the "heel" thump against the floor while turning the bottom up. Logan was now looking at the underside of her foot. "Worship me," the huge mare ordered.
The human was only wearing his black boxers. His fading tan highlighted a body of muscle meticulously built over a lifetime of hard work. With his broad shoulders to top it off, Logan was quite a man.
And yet he was nothing against the wall of blue that was the mere hoof of his Mistress. If he had been standing on another man's shoulders he still might not have been able to reach the upper rim. When it came to the mare's demands there was simply no room for defiance.
Logan stepped forward hesitantly until he was just an arm's length from her padding. This was the Mistress's foot alright. Bits of dirt and debris clung to her flesh in clumps and patches. There was a spicy stink of sweat and a barely visible gleam of moisture. Heat radiated outward to lightly caress the man's own bare skin. The human raised a palm, fingers flat, and slowly pressed it against the wall before him. It moved away an inch and he had to lean forward to stay in contact. It vibrated as a lengthy moan of pleasure rolled down to him from far away. Logan pressed his other hand against the wall. More happy hums. The man stayed there for a few seconds to prepare himself mentally. He couldn't afford to wait long of course.
Then he got started.
Logan began with a gentle scrubbing motion. A basic up and down. He put most of his weight into his palms and let his fingers glide freely over the blue skin. The Mistress murmured something unintelligible, but definitely positive. So he continued for a minute or two as he eased into the massage. The man gradually had to change tactics as he spread his stance and covered more and more area. His hands kept running into the filth that dared to tarnish the great mare's perfect body. Just as it was his duty to pleasure the Mistress, it was also his duty to clean her. With no towel or soap he began to brush away the dirt and grime. Logan's hands rubbed away the specks of soil that had embedded themselves in her hoof like tiny pebbles in a shoe tread. Sometimes he had to scratch to dislodge thin films of dry mud that refused to budge otherwise. The work and the natural warmth of his Mistress together began to make him sweat. A sticky sensation spread across his body as his hands were soon covered in the filth he so meticulously removed from the pony. He ignored this however. Eventually Logan's motions evolved into circular rotations. Like polishing a mirror the bottom of Rainbow's foot was rendered pristine wherever the man could reach.
"I can clean no more from this angle, my Mistress," Logan reported.
"That's good to hear, but you're going to have to do more," the Mistress purred.
Logan wiped his forehead. "Then I shall clean your other hoof then."
"No," the Mistress stopped him with a huff. "I asked you to worship me," she explained while rolling her eyes. "I can take a bath later."
Logan felt his skin pale a shade. He had screwed up. Gotten too comfortable believing he knew where the night was going. The Mistress had asked for worship, not to be cleaned. Mistakes were always punished, even if he still gave her something she wanted. The only question was how and when. This time the punishment would at least come after the man had completed the task she really asked for. If he was lucky she might just forget by then. Begging for forgiveness was pointless and would only serve to annoy her and convince the Mistress to make the punishment more painful. Therefor the best course of action was to simply do what she commanded and do it quickly.
Logan faced the underside of the mare's foot again. He swallowed. Then the human embraced it. He turned his head aside and pushed his whole body against her flesh. The damp surface barely stuck to him as he spread his arms and rubbed his cheek against her. Heat poured into him. The smell was musky and thick. Not terrible, probably only thanks to familiarity, but it wasn't entirely enjoyable either. Logan stayed like that for a short while. Then the man put his full weight into it. He flexed his toes and sank deep into her plush skin. The human puckered his lips and kissed the wall of flesh in front of him.
"More," the pegasus ordered immediately. "Love your Mistress."
Logan closed his eyes and cringed. There was only one more thing he could do. The human hesitantly opened his mouth. And dragged his tongue across the smooth surface in front of him.
"Yes," the Mistress purred. How she could so precisely identify his different actions he wasn't sure, but it always came across as supernatural. "More, more ," she encouraged.
Logan pushed his chest and head away, but otherwise his belly and arms were still firmly planted against the blue wall. Again he opened his mouth. He started low and lapped upward in one big lick. The blast of bitter salt hit him like a truck. The man's whole face scrunched. The Mistress laughed and demanded yet even more. Logan took a moment to shake his head and flail his abused tongue in the open air, but he dared not keep the Mistress waiting for long. He stared ahead at the sweat soaked foot in front of him. He squinted with reluctance. Then he licked again in a single large drawn-out motion. The taste struck hard once more. Yet he had a job to do. So he mustered his self-control and clamped down on his resistance. He licked her repeatedly, not allowing himself to think about the flavor crashing into his brain. Over and over he ran his tongue along the bottom of her hoof. He filled his mouth with her essence. And she crooned at his attention. Squirmed with delight.
"That's right," the Mistress panted. "Love my hoof."
That was enough of a signal for him. Logan turned his head away and pressed his cheek back against her pad. His mouth hung open and his tongue dangled limply as if that would ease the horror of the taste. "I love you," he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.
"I know," Rainbow said with a grin in her voice. "But you didn't worship me right away. Maybe my show earlier wasn't quite enough to remind you who is in charge."
Logan's eyes bulged. Here it came. He withdrew from the hoof. "W-what are you going to do, my Mistress?" he asked with a fearful tremble.
Rainbow tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Let's see," she said mostly to herself. "Nothing major. Just a better demonstration of my awesomeness," she declared with a waggle of her brows. "Lay down," the huge mare ordered.
Logan sighed and his shoulders sagged. He had an idea what was about to happen. Yup, this was going to hurt. The man sat then fell back on the matted floor and spread his arms wide. Next Logan stared up at the ceiling so high above and waited. How rough was she going to be? That was the only question.
"Good boy," she mocked.
Logan heard the Mistress uncross her legs and a second later his view of the sky was replaced with the very hoof he had just worked so hard to worship. It hovered over him ominously, blocking all light except for a ringed glow around the edge. It was like an eclipse hanging there. He tensed nervously and his breathing quickened. That foot could easily crush a car or carve a sizeable chunk off a building and it was just... there. In position patiently waiting for the right moment to pounce. When he least expected it.
Then it dropped.
The Mistress let her foot fall on the little human who completely disappeared from view beneath it. The fleshy circle squeezed the man and threatened to pop his fragile body like a grape. Logan could feel muscles flexing and moving beneath the skin as it morphed around his form. There was no denying that it was painful as that incredible weight bore down on him, but he was confident he could endure it. Then the hoof rotated and the pain increased. Friction created heat across his entire body as human skin ground against pony skin. And Logan was losing that battle. The bottom of the Mistress's hooves were thick and calloused from a lifetime of walking. Not rough, thankfully, but just sliding over him forcibly turned his head.
"And one more," the mare's raspy voice growled playfully outside his dark prison.
The hoof twisted the opposite way, grinding him in the reverse direction. The man felt himself even begin to shift with it. Despite the huge mass pinning him down, the mat below slipped under his back. Logan grunted and struggled to catch his breath. Then the pressure increased and the flesh that threatened to crush him poured around him into every available space. The Mistress was unleashing more of her weight.
Then he was free. The huge hoof lifted and drifted out of view, though he noted the sound of it landing with a clap somewhere nearby. Logan took the opportunity to gasp for air. He rubbed the sweat from his forehead. He sighed with relief. That wasn't too bad , he thought.
The head of his Mistress creeped into the airspace above him with a raised brow. "You don't look broken," she mumbled. Then she added with a wicked grin, "gonna have to give you another round then."
Logan almost tried to protest. He almost tried to beg. Luckily, he stopped himself at the last moment as the blue muzzle of his Mistress floated back out of sight. The hoof reappeared and he grit his teeth and cringed in preparation. It was all he could do as it descended on him again.
That incredible pressure returned and shoved his head and arms flat against the matted floor. Squishy flesh flowed around him, encasing him. He couldn't move and he couldn't breathe. Then the weight lessened. For a moment the hoof lifted off of him, though it didn't completely free him. Logan and the hoof were still touching, but none of its mass was on him. He took a gulp of air. Then it crashed down again, forcing the wind from his lungs. The pressure hit all at once. Then it released him once more. Instinctively he filled his chest with valuable oxygen. The blue wall fell on him yet again making him grunt in pain.
The Mistress was bouncing her hoof on top of him. Slow and steady. A predictable rhythm that gave him just enough time between each bounce to get a chance at air. This pattern lasted for at least two minutes. Two whole agonizing minutes of the giant pegasus controlling when he got to take a breath.
The Mistress laughed. "This is a fun game, but my legs are already sore and this isn't helping. Let's try this."
The hoof paused while not crushing Logan, something he would be extra thankful for in a second. The blue flesh above him began to slide downward. The squishy surface scraped across his entire body and he even noticed the glow of freedom drawing near above his head. Then the hoof atop him stopped and moved the other way. It rubbed up his body generating an uncomfortable friction that lasted until Logan was sure his feet were about to escape from under the Mistress's hoof. Then it reversed course again and the pressure from above grew. Logan now experienced three kinds of pain. The ache from the prior crushing, the squeeze from the current crushing, and the heat from the hoof's forceful massage.
Back and forth the Mistress rubbed the little human into the floor. Slow and almost tenderly. Like she was really doing something nice and not passively sanding away his body. Each pass teased Logan with freedom. The outside light was just out of reach every time. Then the hoof would change direction and yank hope back into the distance. That oppressive weight taunted him with destruction every second as it smothered him and dragged thick pony flesh across his body. Over and over. It seemed endless. Logan was so close to begging. It was too much!
He was free.
The pressure, the heat, the darkness. It was all gone. He was just lying on the floor now, breathing hard and blinking in confusion. Like a moment in time had been lost.
"And that," the Mistress began by clicking her tongue, "should ensure you remember this lesson."
It hurt. Logan could finally fill his lungs with precious precious air which he did greedily. His eyes were unfocused and a hand rubbed his aching chest where the tingling remained. A purple eye drifted into view over him.
"What do we say now?" she quizzed darkly with a perked brow.
Logan gulped. "I-I'm sorry M-mistress. Your l-lesson has been l-learned. I w-will do exactly what you say... f-from now on."
Rainbow snorted with amusement. "Good. Otherwise we might have to repeat this lesson."
Author's Note
The first chapter didn't really show the "dominatrix" aspect I wanted. So I made sure to start pushing it for this part. Such as the forced work and controlled breathing.
Version: 2
Logan sat on the floor hunched forward. The Mistress was laying on the bed high above him. She had granted him several minutes to recuperate after his punishment so that he could serve her next game better. So he gratefully took the time to catch his breath. His chest was red and sore, but nothing was broken. How she knew exactly the amount of pressure he could take Logan would never know.
Eventually the Mistress ran out of patience and it was time to go back to work.
"Logan," she called as she sat upright and gazed down on him.
The man shuffled to his feet and met her eyes. "I'm here, my Mistress."
"Are you ready to go yet?" she asked. "I'm tired of waiting."
Logan was tempted to ask for more time, but quickly thought better of it. "I'm ready. What do I have to do next to please you?"
Rainbow Dash grinned and one of her huge hooves clacked as it landed on the ground a few steps ahead of him. "Get up here."
Third Game: Climb.
Logan dutifully approached the fur covered blue pillar while carefully stretching his fingers. This was going to be brutal. He paused in front of her hoof and rolled his shoulders in preparation. He peeked skyward and caught her violet eyes vigilantly watching him. If he delayed any more he may face another punishment. So Logan took a clump of her fur in each hand and began to hoist himself up the vertical wall. The Mistress giggled above. It was about five stories to reach Rainbow's cutie mark. Straight up. Luckily Logan was a strong man.
Soon the gentle laughter dissolved into coos and whinnies. The Mistress closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of the human scaling her leg. She could feel every motion. When the human released one grip and pulled his body up to quickly snatch another. Then his feet would attempt to dig into her hide as he braced himself for another stretch upward. Logan was so much smaller than her. She was a living cliff. A mountain. A goddess. His master and mistress. She was his everything. He would be left a sweaty exhausted mess just climbing her leg. This. Was. Power!
The man paid little attention to anything else. Climbing a sheer wall was tough enough, even with the convenient supply of blue fur to provide purchase. His breathing and the growing pain in his arms served as ample distractions alone. He should have tried though. The only warning he got was the Mistress grunting before she moved.
Logan felt the dense pack of muscle underneath the azure wall he clung to tense. The whole pillar shifted. It was like the texture changed beneath his fingers. Then the Mistress lifted her leg with Logan along for the ride. The man immediately spread his arms and squeezed with all his strength. She was going slow at least. The entire surface was rising and turning slightly in the air. The man could feel the pull of gravity shifting from tugging him down to tugging him sideways. Looking outward the man watched as Rainbow's leg floated over the edge of the bed and below him plush bed sheets rapidly passed by. The Mistress was laying down.
The leg that was his transport bounced as it crashed onto the mattress and Logan felt his grip slip an inch. His fingers hurt from squeezing so hard. Everything seemed to be moving as the Mistress adjusted her position. She braced her front hooves on the bed and pushed so that her body slid backward toward the pillow. Meanwhile the man just along for the ride felt his limbs jerk with the sudden movement. He smacked his temple against Rainbow's leg and grit his teeth until the appendage settled down. The Mistress dropped her head onto her pillow with a poof of air and finally everything was still.
Logan took several breaths before glancing at his surroundings. He was currently sideways, clinging to the Mistress's leg. In the distance he could see her violet eyes half-lidded gazing back at him over a field of blue. For a moment neither of them moved or said anything. She merely lazed there while he came down from the shock.
"Well?" the Mistress asked and hiked a brow dangerously. "Get up here to my muzzle."
That snapped Logan out of his paralysis and sent him scrambling back into motion. The man clambered over the hill that the mare's leg had become, aiming for the crest so that he could walk the rest of the way instead of climb. A much easier task assuming the pegasus didn't add some other element to challenge him.
As the angle of the slope leveled off, Logan was able to crawl on his hands and knees. Then he was able to stand up in a meadow of ankle high azure fur. He had managed to reach about midway to the mare's hip before she had suddenly changed position. Turning toward his final destination, the distance didn't seem too extreme. From where he was to the mare's lips was roughly twice the length of a city bus. The journey would be hilly and rhythmically moved with the pony's breathing. And the Mistress was smirking. But Logan was confident he could do this at least.
Then the leg shifted and Logan dropped to his knees to grab handfuls of blue fur. The Mistress giggled. The man huffed once and stood again defiantly. Then he held his arms out to either side and began walking. The pace was slow yet steady. Meanwhile Rainbow Dash hugged herself as she took a deep gulp of air. The landscape beneath Logan trembled and he stumbled. Gritting his teeth the man pushed on. Finally he reached the first real obstacle: the mare's thigh.
On a human this stretch of leg would have been no different than the calf. Just a fleshy column. However, the Mistress was a pony, a quadruped. With her legs spread her thigh was narrow and jutted upwards a fair distance. Her anatomy created two choices for Logan. He could try to stay atop the mare's thigh and straddle that thin steep rim. Or he could use the blue fur that covered the pony to shimmy along the cliff of her upper leg. That is to say, he could awkwardly crawl along a wall up to the Mistress's crotch.
Though just thinking about it made Logan blush, it was clearly the safer option. So the man made his way over the mare's "knee" and stepped up to the blue cliff. The muscles beneath the skin tightened and the entire leg shifted. The man dove forward and grabbed on as quickly as he could. Logan waited a moment as the Mistress calmed down, then he clambered along the cliff face.
Rainbow Dash started to sweat and her breathing became more labored. It was like having a stallion teasingly massage her right up towards her entrance. It was agonizingly slow and it drove the mare who normally lived life in the fast lane absolutely wild. The instinctual need to simply grab the cock that wasn't there and shove it in flooded her veins with adrenaline. Her every muscle screamed. Her mental circuits were overloading. Her face was flush and her tongue was starting to slip from her muzzle. She gasped. This was the most intense feeling in the world.
Logan had reached the huge mare's crotch. The man was afraid to look even as the overwhelming musk flooded his sense of smell. He could practically feel the steam of desire radiating from her passage. Despite his rational feelings though, he couldn't resist his curious urge entirely. He glanced over his shoulder even as he tried to shuffle through the fur along the mare's pubic area. Her vaginal lips were drooling everywhere and winked hungrily. It was a fleshy hole in the ground, a geyser waiting to erupt. This woman was ready to be filled. Logan gulped and turned away. The Mistress had given him an order and he would complete his mission. The man only tripped once as he vacated the area.
However, there was another erogenous zone he'd have to traverse next. The mare's teats.
The breasts of a pony were much flatter than a human woman's, but they made up for it with long perky nipples. Rainbow's boobs were entirely normal for a mare. Two wide but shallow hills topped with tall thin teats each as large as his head. Logan stepped carefully as the Mistress cooed in the distance and the landscape shivered beneath him. He soon found himself corralled into the mare's cleavage which was little more than a ditch that defined where one breast ended and the next began. Logan, more casually and with a bit more urgency, shuffled his way between the boobs of his Mistress, running his hands along either wall beside him. He could still smell that powerful musk radiating up from the mare's entrance and her teats were clearly swollen. Logan gulped. The Mistress definitely found this game to be enjoyable. As usual.
Then the Mistress thrashed.
Rainbow couldn't help the spasm that overcame her. She bucked her hips, grabbed the bed sheets, and threw her head back into the pillow. The pegasus squealed with lust as a shot of fresh juices escaped her pussy. A mini orgasm. Her eyes rolled back and she could see her breath as little clouds appeared from her drooling maw. Then she collapsed, practically melting back into the bed. Her whole body went limp for the moment.
Logan felt his own adrenaline running high as he hugged the ground beneath him. His face was pressed to the blue flesh and his knuckles were white with tension. His muscles trembled. Then he sighed and eased his grip. The world had been thrown into chaos for a split second, but now everything had gone still. He couldn't even see the Mistress's head now. She was out of it. This would be a good time to move.
Logan shakily got to his feet and began marching across the toned abs of the pegasus. The texture here was a little different beneath the thin layer of azure fur. The flesh was harder with grooves cutting across the surface that defined the trained muscle hidden beneath. The Mistress was an athlete and this belly was clear evidence that proved it. She was also sweaty and a transparent film of glistening moisture covered every inch of this zone. The smell of salt and horse was strong as Logan hurried forward.
Rainbow's chest. It rose and fell steadily with her breathing. For her the movement was probably near unnoticeable. For Logan it was like watching a mountain gain and then lose a third of its height every three seconds. The man could even just make out the ribs underneath the skin poking through like over-sized ladder rungs. Logan shook his head and dutifully continued his mission. He stepped onto the shifting barrel of his Mistress and then dropped to a crawl as he scaled the steep slope. He used his hands, knees, and feet to find purchase as he navigated upwards while trying to anticipate the inflation and deflation of the local geography. The man ascended higher and higher, the bed sinking further and further away as he climbed the Mistress's body.
He reached the mare's sternum, the bone at the center of the rib cage. It was like a sturdy sidewalk that had been covered over by grass. Blue grass. Though it shifted up and down like the rest of the Mistress's chest, it remained mostly level and it was easier for Logan to balance. Though he still kept his arms out as he progressed towards his final destination. Everything else appeared far away and blurry at this point. The terrarium that was his home. The end of the bed back where he started. Even the Mistress's splayed wings were large enough that their ends became indistinct if he looked to either horizon. Then Logan finally came to the clump of fluffy fur at the start of the mare's neck still glistening with perspiration.
Logan wiped his head and rested for a moment. Then he announced his presence to the pegasus who still seemed a little out of it. "I'm here, my Mistress!"
The mare made a groaning sound as her neck began to curl, bringing her head down into view. Her huge magenta eyes, still half lidded, focused on him. She blinked. She smirked. "Kiss your Mistress," she ordered sleepily.
Logan waited as her great muzzle lowered further for him. She puckered her lips. They filled his vision right out to the peripheries. The human stepped into the fluffy bush in front of him and leaned his hands on her mouth. He planted his head deep into the indent at the center of her lips where the two met. The kiss was short and gentle.
Logan waded backwards through the fluff. The Mistress raised her head and sighed.
"You know what happens next, right slave?" she asked huskily.
He gulped. "Yes Mistress. I am ready."
She grinned. "Hop on then and let's finish up."
A hoof landed a short walk behind him. The man shook his shoulders then strode toward the offered transport. Like last time her hoof could not lay flat for him so he had to mount what was essentially a ramp. He placed one foot on the rim and hoisted himself into the frog of her shoe. He laid down and gripped the smooth blue flesh as hard as he could. Logan expected the Mistress wanted to move fast and he was correct. As soon as he appeared situated the mare raised her hoof and it practically flew toward her nether regions. The body Logan had taken several minutes to cross flew by him below in the blink of an eye and with a gust of wind that cooled his bare skin. The journey then suddenly slowed as a heavy aroma of mare lust flooded the air.
Logan raised his head and gazed at Rainbow's vagina. Fresh cream oozed from the crevice that was her lower lips. They winked at him. Hungrily biting at the hoof that cradled him. The Mistress's legs were spread wide and she moved him into position between them. Her rainbow tail was stained with her last release, but that was hardly Logan's focus as the surface he lay on lowered and began to tilt more and more. He was now looking over his shoulder, his back facing the Mistress's gaping entrance. The man quickly corrected that by turning over. He was almost standing the hoof had upturned so much. She was about to shove him in.
The Mistress's other hoof descended into view and crudely hooked onto one of her lips. Then she pulled it back, opening the crevice a bit more for him and making the giantess squirm. Logan glanced up, meeting the mare's eye for a second. Her maw hung open and loose. There was no more waiting. The wall at the man's back advanced and forced him inside that fleshy cave. At once the Mistress's other hoof released its grip and the passage pressed in around Logan as he wriggled in the dark. He was instantly soaked in her juices and escape was impossible. Two squeezing lips on either side and a relentless hoof behind him, the only way was forward. The crevice opened and closed with the mare's contractions, desperately trying to pull the cock that wasn't there deeper. The human dutifully reached in and fought against the clasping walls as he dove down into the tunnel. He roughly massaged the mare's passage as he went, though it was hardly intentional. His hands were slipping all over the place as he blindly fumbled for any purchase that could give him the leverage he needed to continue.
Outside Rainbow Dash was neighing and thrashing. One hoof relentlessly gripped at the sheets while the other ground away at her vagina. Her back legs kicked. Her wings flapped. She was sweating and panting like some rabid animal. She could feel every twitch Logan made inside her. This was nothing like the touch of a stallion, teasing her with slow careful thrusts. This was a tickling, creeping pleasure that tortured her with its glacial pace. At the same time she felt utterly helpless, unable to do anything but wait for the bliss of release, she also felt such overwhelming power. Logan's entire body was inside her. Every moment he was completely at her mercy. Her vagina alone was crushing him from all sides and it was taking every ounce of his strength just to move.
Rainbow could feel the finale approaching. Her muscles began to wildly spasm. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as it hit.
Logan wasn't sure how far he'd gone. He could barely tell when he was even making progress. However, he did know when his job was done. When the cave he was exploring suddenly collapsed around him and threatened to pop him. Then the flood came. A wall of pony cream surged down the tunnel and brushed along his entire body. After a second of being trapped as a plug for the wave, the passage relaxed and Logan felt himself flowing back the way he'd come. He wasn't as fast as the river, but he found himself sliding back into the outside world once again. He plummeted two full stories onto a huge tangle of rainbow colored hair with a wet splash while still more of the Mistress's release dribbled down around him.
Logan laid there, soaked and exhausted for several minutes as the warm liquid cooled. His chest heaved and his arms burned. The Mistress was finally satisfied.
Version: 2
"Are you alright Logan?"
The man swallowed and tried to sit up in the blue fur on the mare's chest. "I am fine, my Mistress."
The pegasus lifted her head until her eyes met his. She smiled gently. "Games over, Logan. You don't have to call me that for the rest of the night."
Logan nodded. "I'm okay."
"I wasn't... too rough with you this time... right?" There was deep concern in Rainbow's voice.
He shook his head. "No more than usual."
Rainbow laid back with a sigh that made her chest rise and fall quickly. Logan laid back too. "That's good. I thought I might have been too hard on you when I stepped on you earlier."
Logan didn't say anything. He just lay there on the Mistress's -- Rainbow's -- chest. She was warm and soft. He continued to relax.
"Do you want to call your family again? I'm off tomorrow, so it'd be no problem to take you down to the office for a bit."
Logan smiled a little. "Yeah. I'd like that. Just to let them know I'm still okay."
The two of them lounged on the bed for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling.
"Logan?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think you came the whole time."
Logan gulped. "No..."
He could hear the mischievous grin in her voice. "Want to fix that real quick?"
Life as Rainbow's slave was hard, no doubt about that. She had some pretty intense fantasies and she was addicted to being in charge. But on the surface, and deep down, she was really a caring mare. She was loyal to her friends and considerate of their needs. It wasn't the life he asked for, but Logan didn't really think living with Rainbow was all that bad.
The End
Author's Note
Necessary? No. But I much prefer happy endings and I didn't want to leave the audience thinking Rainbow was just a kinky jerk. Hope you enjoyed!
