Just Deserts

With his eyes held firmly shut, Fenris stepped from beneath the still pool and into the cool, damp air of the grotto. Water cascaded down his toned body and slickened mane, as he exhaled. He’d only been submerged for what felt like mere seconds, hardly enough for anything of consequence to have transpired, yet when he opened his eyes he paused. Staring back at him, appearing almost wistful, a mirror image of himself solemnly smiled.

“I would apologize for this,” the feminine double soberly stated, “but I’m sure you understand. Derivare et libera…”

A flash of light and wave of heat brought with it a terrible understanding, Fenris hadn’t been looking at a double - no, he’d been the double all along. Every nerve in his body went alight, his legs collapsed beneath him, and he railed against the comprehension of what had been wrought - not out of anger or spite, but because his existence as a proud, domineering stallion was undone in that instant. All he could manage was a contemptuous snarl, as he was remade into a pale shadow of his former self.

“Come now,” Fenris, the real Fenris, glibly stated, “are the theatrics truly necessary, Kennel?”

Kennel, yes, that was the name she’d chosen for herself. The memories came flooding back like a dreadful tsunami of depravity and hedonism. The experiment gone awry, having transformed him into a mare, had awoken a part of him which needed to be addressed. Simply metamorphosing himself back to his original state would have been an adequate way to deal with his dilemma, yet that would have been a waste.

Spending over a month as a mare had been hellish; he’d had to suffer through strange urges, certain parts of him were much too sensitive for his liking, and he’d quickly developed an almost crippling addiction to getting fucked. There was no possible way he could live with himself in such a miserable state, after being reminded of whom he once was, but abandoning all those experiences would have been infantile - as such, he’d settled on an inspired solution for his problem. The answer didn’t lay with destroying the new, slatternly portion of himself - it involved distilling the feminine elements he’d accrued and gifting them to another.

“You’re a bastard,” Kennel growled, pushing herself up.

Rolling his eyes, Fenris offered a hoof. “We both know I am ~ now get up.”

Swatting at the proffered hoof, she unsteadily pushed herself up. She was the outcome of his folly and the whorish desires he’d so ignorantly cultivated. Though they shared memories of a life, her creation marked a crossroads - a divergence of two potentialities. While Fenris would continue to live as a stallion, refining his skills in the dark arts and continuing his philandering ways, she was to be his faithful test subject, assistant, and convenient stress relief.

Locking eyes with him, she bared her fangs. “I will make you pay for this ~ you know that…”

“Oh you’ll try, but it will be impossible. I have my scarf, I retain all the forbidden knowledge I’ve spent years learning, and I am superior to you. Come now, don’t be cross, just accept your fate like a good girl and put this on,” he darkly chuckled, reaching into his bag and producing a pink, studded collar.

Snatching the leather band from his grasp, she rocked back onto her haunches, petulantly grumbled to herself, and clasped the choker around her neck. Arguing with him would be a fruitless endeavor, doing little more than wasting time and potentially digging her hole deeper than it would naturally be. It wouldn’t be long until she went from being figuratively fucked to literally fucked, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t cling tightly to what little pride she had.

“Now this,” he added, waving the end of a leash at her.

“It may be because I’m the one on this side of the lead,” she began, clipping the tether to herself, “but you do realize how pathetic and masturbatory it is to fuck one’s clone, right?”

Leaning in, bringing his muzzle right to her snout, he smirked. “That would imply you don’t want me to bend you over, jam your face into my mattress, and rut you like the needy little bitch you are ~ wouldn’t it?”

The mere mention of being plowed, coupled with being called a little bitch, sent a thrilled shiver up her spine. Not only was Fenris larger and more capable than her, but he was keenly aware of both the psychological and physical means to bring her to her knees. Affixing the leash to her collar, silently cursing the subtle ache in her marehood, she knit her brow.

“So did you decide if you wanted to take me for a walk or if you’d rather bring me home to show me off to Pixel?” she inquired.

“I’m not sure,” he mused, backing away and rubbing his chin. “Let’s let that doubtlessly winking snatch of yours decide.” Trotting around her, ignoring her disdain, he grabbed her dock and pulled her tail up. “Goodness me ~ wet already?”

Launching herself back, without the slightest bit of warning, she ground her pussy against his face. “Have a closer look, you ass.”

The move was as foolish as it was rebellious, but she was past the point of caring. The more she thought about being subjugated, being forced to live an exceedingly demeaning and unwanted life, the angrier she got. Considering he would have his way with her, and that she’d love every second of being subjugated, there was no harm in being a bit disobedient. One way or another, like it or not, her fate had been sealed the second she walked out of the mirror pool.

Fenris reared back and licked his lips, pulling her lead taut. “Bearing that in mind, I think we’ll head home. I hope you’re ready to take -”

“Yes, the long way, I fucking know,” she interrupted. “You’ll want to show me off to everypony in the park.”

The condescending grin on his bewitchingly handsome face was as charming as it was repulsive, yet he coolly slackened her leash and tied the band to his foreleg. “Well then, by all means, lead the way.”

With nothing more to be said, she trotted away from the damnable pond and toward the winding route to the exit. Her creation had created a schism, sending Fenris and herself down two diametrically opposed paths. Up until a few minutes prior, they’d been the same pony, sharing the same thoughts, ideas, and past, but that time was over. Now that the die had been cast, despite having insight as to what he may do, she had no surefire way of knowing how he’d act or what he’d actually do.

In short order, with the stallion keeping pace behind her, she made her way out of the cavern, through the woods at the edge of town, and into the suburbs. It would have been quicker to cut through a relatively small residential neighborhood, but that wasn’t what was expected of her. The worst part about everything, aside from being stripped of her physical and arcane might, was that she was aware that her insubordination would be swiftly punished.

Fenris had a reputation to cultivate, and she would be instrumental in that regard. If or when ponies asked about the wanton mare who just so happened to look like his small, svelte double, she’d take the blame - moreover, she was going to be subjected to rapturous torments beyond her wildest dreams. Willing her tail not to flag, feeling the breeze against her nethers, her thoughts wandered - that was until the collar abruptly dug into her neck.

“What are you…” she fell silent, looking back and seeing him pluck a bit from the sidewalk.

“Oh serendipity,” Fenris hummed, turning the coin over in his hoof. “Two sides of the same whole - ironic, don’t you think?”

“Yes, how very poetic,” she groaned. “If you’re finished with your philosophizing, can we get home? I’m not sure if you’re aware of it, but my stomach, unlike yours, is completely empty.”

With a sinister glimmer in his eyes, he smiled over at her. “I may be able to fix that,” he murmured, lifting the bit. “If it’s heads, you suck me off and earn an appetizer. If it’s tails, I’ll allow you to keep walking.”

Tossing the coin into the air, he stepped back. She would have liked to say that his decision to hinge something so obscene on a game of chance was jarring, but it wasn’t - it’s exactly what she would have done herself. Tracking the metal disk with her eyes, watching it crest and fall to the sidewalk beneath them, she swallowed hard - heads.

“How about that,” he ominously noted, retrieving and stashing the coin. “Shall we?”

“Where?” she grunted, sweeping a hoof at their surroundings. “We’ll both get in trouble if I suck you off right beside the street - besides, don’t you think your first blowjob from me should be somewhere a bit less conspicuous?”

“I disagree,” he countered, “but I see your point.” Lifting his head, he squinted down the road. “I guess you can service me once we return home.”

Huffing in irritation, using what little muscle she had, she stomped forward and pulled him along. “I would have thought you’d drag me to a restroom somewhere, considering I’m your personal whore..”

Catching up to her, he matched his pace at her side. “You’re more of a slut, but I’m sure you’re aware of that. You see, my Dear, whores make money.”

“Thanks,” she seethed, shooting him a murderous look.

Refusing to give him any more attention, or stroke his already bloated arrogance, she strolled ahead of him. Frankly, she was stunned that he hadn’t insisted she degrade herself by blowing him in a public restroom - after all, it would be something she’d have done to a mare. Issuing a silent thanks to the eldritch powers influencing the cosmos, she continued on her way.

It wasn’t until she reached the front door of their home did she slow to a halt. She would have insisted that she get a key, had she not already been aware that she wasn’t going to get one. At best, she’d be treated like a faithful pet - at worst, an outright slave. Cheerfully humming to himself, the bastard unlocked the door, stepped aside, and bowed.

“Mares first,” he blithely remarked, detaching the lead from her collar.

Trotting through the foyer and into the living room, past a very confused kirin on the couch, she smirked. “For the record,” she flatly stated, waving a hoof at their roommate, “he’s got a bigger dick than you do.”

“Awwwww -” Pixel crooned, “somepony’s hoping to get extra - Fenris?!?”

“Surprised to see me - well the regular me?” Fenris muttered, pausing just within the den.

Pixel’s head turned from one pegawolf to another, his eyes wide in shock. “H…how…what?”

“He excised the less desirable parts of himself, formerly herself, into me,” Kennel sighed. “But yes, you still fucked him and he absolutely loved it.”

Though Fenris seemed none too pleased with the slight, he turned his attention from her to his friend. “It’s true, after a bit of introspection and a touch of inspiration, I’ve liberated myself from my - Ahem - unseemly impulses. I actually wanted to thank you for your, shall we say, contribution to all this.”

“Wait - really?” Pixel croaked, easing himself from the sofa. Seeing his friend nod, he nervously laughed. “I…I thought you’d be pissed!”

“Pissed?” Fenris scoffed, trotting over and patting his companion’s shoulder. “My friend, why would I be upset? If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have this scrumptious piece of eye candy around - not to mention the veritable wellspring of knowledge I gained from the experience,” he replied, slipping his foreleg around the stallion’s neck. “But if you ever speak of the things we did to anypony, I assure you, death would be a mercy…”

Kennel couldn’t help but smile - genuinely smile, seeing the cathartic exchange. She may have gotten the short end of the stick, but she’d gotten subjugated by the horned oaf just as much as Fenris had, seeing as how they’d been one and the same pony less than an hour before. Unfortunately for her, her mirth came to a swift end, when Fenris locked eyes with her.

Despite having done nothing to deserve his ire, she was in for a rough afternoon. She was the embodiment of his perceived weakness, and he was going to take out a month’s worth of frustration on her and her marehood. The entirety of the situation was bullshit and arguably unjust, were it not for one small detail - the depraved, cock-hungry part of her. Grinding her thighs together, as the stud released his friend, she fidgeted anxiously.

“I suggest you go and buy us some pizza and beer,” Fenris tutted, flipping his scarf over his shoulder, “and feel free to take your time. I’ve got to tend to the newest member of our household.”

“And a bottle of cognac,” she added, forcing herself to scowl at the shivering kirin. “I’m going to need it.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Fenris snickered, grabbing her choker and hauling her to his chamber.

All but pressed to his side, being led along like a stray animal, she drew an exasperated breath through her nose, blinked, and nearly stumbled. Though she’d spent most of her life as Fenris, some combination of being a female and having gone without the familiar masculine scent made her heart race. Subconsciously drifting closer to him, she sniffed at the air.

“Patience,” he cooed, shoving her away, “you’ll be absolutely reeking of me soon enough.”

“O…ok,” she meekly stammered.

Damn her female brain and damn him for forcing the craving for dick into her head! Simply being close to a virile stallion was enough to cloud her judgment and sink her thoughts into a perverse miasma, making it nearly impossible to behave herself. Her mouth watered, her depths clenched in anticipation, and her tail steadily rose from her backside, as she crossed the threshold into his bedroom.

Stepping to the side, he released her and fished into his satchel. “Let’s have some fun with this. Heads ~ we have a sixty-nine and play a little game. Tails ~ I let you worship me.”

Seeing him retrieve the infernal coin from his bag, she set her jaw. She honestly wouldn’t mind either of the options, although the mention of a game set her nerves on edge. Regardless of what the immediate outcome was, there was no way she wasn’t going to get her lecherous itch scratched. Smiling to himself, Fenris tossed the bit into the air.

Round and round the tiny disk flipped, arching and landing on the carpet several feet away. Being marginally closer to the coin, she trotted over, screwed her eyes shut, and sighed. Heads, fucking wonderful. Kicking the coin over to him, she scrunched her snout.

“Let me guess,” she groused, “if I cum first, I’ll only be able to bark for the rest of the day.”

“While that is a marvelous idea, I had something else in mind,” he responded, unslinging his pack and setting it on his dresser.

Seeing him cross to and onto his bed, she quirked a brow. “So what happens to the loser?”

Easing himself down and wriggling under the headboard, resting his shoulders on a heap of pillows, he beckoned to her. “If I lose, nothing. If you lose, I’m going to lay you down and fuck your face.”

Lifting a hoof to protest, she couldn’t help herself from ogling his package. “Whatever, fuck it, it’s not like you’re not gonna fuck my face sooner or later anyway.”

“There’s the spirit!” he chirped, splaying his legs. “Now bring that delectable little body of yours over here. I’ve been wondering how I taste.”

“Same,” she grunted, heaving herself onto the mattress.

She likely could have drawn things out with some banter, but the gnawing urge to bury her face in his junk was growing stronger and stronger by the second. Stepping up to him, fighting the compulsion to dip her head and jam her face into his plump, fuzzy nuts, she shook her head and continued onward. She really was a hopeless strumpet - then again, that was neither a surprise to her or him.

As she stepped over his supine frame, turning in place to face the opposite direction, she placed her hind hooves to either side of his head, stared down at his growing length, and threw her ass onto his face. Even though she would more than likely wind up as some lust-addled, mind-broken bitch, that didn’t mean she couldn’t at least figuratively spit in his eye. Hearing an incomprehensible remark, seeing him writhe beneath her, she slowly eased herself down and came face to face with his stallionhood.

While it may have been true that Pixel was slightly larger in regards to length, Fenris’ tool was the markedly more girthy of the two - not like she’d ever thought to compare them. Staring down at his shaft, seeing it pulse and swell with his mounting arousal, she opened her maw and wrapped her lips around him. Sheathed in velvety soft flesh, bearing a hardening core, his stallionhood came to rest against her tongue.

She considered herself lucky that he couldn’t see her face, because the smell and taste caused her eyelids to flutter wildly. Rolling her hips forward and back, smearing her winking cunt over his countenance, she wished like hell he’d put his mouth to better use - thankfully, she knew just what to do to motivate him. Withdrawing a touch, she ran her tongue around and hungrily sucked on the sensitive head of his cock.

Her little gamble paid off wondrously, spurring him to dig his tongue into her quivering, silken depths. Though the chances of getting him off before she bathed his face in climactic juices were almost zero, she couldn’t care less. At the very least, even if she did end up cumming first, at least she’d wind up with a belly full of hot cum and some temporary relief from her gnawing, whorish compulsions.

Ramming her head downward, slipping the thick length of stallionhood down her gullet, she stifled a gag. There’d been very, very few times that Pixel had been gracious enough to eat her out while she was choking on his cock, so the mutual oral with Fenris was far from easy. As the first, salty drops of his pre-cum coated her palate and taste buds, only withdrawing periodically to get a sip of air, she pressed her assault.

Though having her marehood feasted upon felt amazing, she couldn’t afford to lose. Only the darkest depths knew what he’d do to her if he managed to win, yet the thought of being tormented had an undeniable appeal all its own. Along with the servile portions of himself, it was more than possible that he’d embellished certain traits for his own amusement.

Swabbing her throat, repeatedly popping his girthy medial ring past her lips, her eyes rolled back. The sensation of him lapping and gently suckling on her engorged clit would have done her in soon enough, but the promise of being tormented - by the abyss, that menacing threat pushed her ever closer to her limit. Being bound and gagged, perhaps blindfolded and deafened to the world, while he mercilessly teased her brought a tremble into her thighs.

Try as she might, doing her damnedest not to fixate on all the possible cruelties she may - no, would be subjected to compounded her pleasure by an order of magnitude. She’d realized from the onset that her chances of besting him were slim, but therein lay the problem - a part of her didn’t want to win at all. As his tongue slid into her confines, tickling her g-spot while his flair scraped against her esophagus, she reached her pitiable limit - at least she started to.

The moment she slipped over the edge, losing control of herself and shaking from hoof to head, the unstoppable surge of bliss came to an abrupt halt - that’s when it hit her. He’d known, the son of a bitch had known she was going to cum, and he’d used his power to deny her the climax. Rearing back and clearing her airway, both enraged and desperate, she fell right into his trap. A long, impossibly strong length of fabric coiled around her limbs and set her off balance, sending her crashing to her side.

“You - Mmmph - son of a bitch,” she spat, watching him casually roll over and slip from the bed.

“Whatever’s the matter?” he mockingly inquired, holding a hoof to his chest.

“I didn’t cum, so I didn’t lose,” she barked, trying and failing to free herself from the enchanted scarf.

Cocking his head, he peered down at her. “Did I say anything about cumming? I know it’s hard for a simple creature like you, but think clearly about the conditions of our little competition.”

She immediately knew that he’d been right, but it did nothing to assuage her anger. “Fuck you.”

“While that is your job, I believe I’ll be doing the fucking this time. Gesturum…” he commanded.

The scarf shifted, wrapping tightly around her while dragging her to the side of the mattress. As her head came to hang off the mattress, knowing full well what was going to happen next, she gulped. Irate though she was, the sight of him stepping forward, rearing back and placing his forehooves to either side of her chest, was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. Gazing longingly at his length, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue.

“There’s a good girl,” he breathed.

Flexing his hips, he drove his shaft into her snout and straight down her throat. Situated as she was, immobilized and on her back, she was little more than a sex-toy for him - a warm hole for his amusement. While Pixel had displayed a stunningly domineering side in the bedroom, there were few, if any stallions who were as borderline sadistic as Fenris. There was no finesse, not the slightest bit of care - he simply started plowing her muzzle like a jackhammer.

“You know,” he sighed, bracing himself on one foreleg to grope her bosoms, “if we were to have a foal, they’d be unparalleled.”

“Glk!” she sputtered, her eyes beginning to water.

Twisting and pulling her nipple, pumping his hips without a care in the world, he switched from one breast to the other. “Would you like that? Of course, as soon as you gave me an heir, I’d pump another into you in very short order.”

His pendulous balls slapped against her eyes, her marehood positively ached, and she could all but feel an egg drifting into her fertile, defenseless womb. There were few things more intoxicatingly provocative than being on the receiving end of a creampie, yet she hadn’t been fortunate enough to be knocked up. Her roommate had demanded she use contraceptive magic on herself, preventing an unwanted pregnancy, but now that choice was completely out of her hooves.

Fenris’ hoof glided down her abdomen and to her loins, brushing her clit and causing her to quake uncontrollably. “You’d make a wonderful broodmare, though you’d have to earn that honor. Gaudens imperium.”

In the blink of an eye, something shifted. She’d been teetering on the precipice of an orgasm, even with only the slightest bit of stimulation, yet the gates of nirvana had slammed shut in her face. Nearly driven mad with lust, it took her a moment to comprehend what he’d done. An unholy union of rage and frustration surged through her, as she was magically denied the relief she longed for.

There was no way he wasn’t loving the cruel control he’d placed on her, and his body reflected it. The speed and force of his thrusts gradually increased, growing faster and harder with every plunge of his cock, while he chuckled above her. She could practically see the twisted smirk on his adonic, wicked countenance, yet she couldn’t do a thing to stop him.

The corners of her vision darkened, her diaphragm convulsed, and yet her snatch was practically gushing with arousal - still, it would be impossible for her to climax. The hex upon her could only be undone by the caster, and her chances of convincing him to remove it were as slim as the sun extinguishing. As the strength fled from her limbs, leaving her fighting to remain conscious, she silently cursed her existence.

Had she not felt his length start to wildly throb, seeing his nuts contract to his groin, she would have blacked out, but that wasn’t the case. Even though she was arcanely chaste, she couldn’t bring herself black out - if she did, her remotely slim chance of climaxing would be reduced to zero. Through sheer force of will alone, she lavished the thick folds of flesh at the root of his tool.

With an approving snort and a fierce thrust, hilting himself fully into her face, he came. Hot, virile foal-batter surged through his pulsing shaft, dumping his essence almost straight into her stomach. As her gag reflex gave out, causing a backwash of spunk to flow past her lips and out of her nose, she took some small solace that she’d managed to fend off unconsciousness - if only just.

“Dark Lords, I missed that,” Fenris purred, stepping back and hauling his still-rigid cock from her maw.

The retreat of his stallionhood was less than pleasant, his flair stretching her airway and unceremoniously popping from her lips, yet she wasn’t about to complain. Weakly coughing and sputtering, her sinuses burning from the cloying jizz coating them, she stared up at the ceiling. As badly as she would have liked to reap vengeance upon him, to force him down and make him remove the curse, there was nothing she could do but hope to recover from the ordeal.

Leaning in, practically beaming, Fenris brought his muzzle to hers. “What do we say?”

“T…Thank you, Shir,” she slurred, her throat raw and hoarse from the abuse.

“Good girl,” he hummed, patting her cheek. “Dimmitis.”

As quickly as it had restrained her, the scarf uncoiled itself and leapt to its master’s neck. Though she knew precisely how the sorcerous garment worked, it would be impossible for her to use it herself. The thing was bound to him and only him, and it would obey nopony else. Rolling over and continuing to clear her airway, doing her best not to make a mess of the carpeted floor, she noticed him trotting over to his satchel.

“If you’re wondering how I came up with the idea, you can blame this,” he declared, producing the coin from his bag. “Due to your ire, you didn’t notice me flipping it and making a few decisions on our way home.”

Glowering at him, she bit her tongue. Utilizing a random element to make decisions was the perfect way to keep her on her hooves, effectively negating her ability to predict his plans for her. She would have applauded the ingenious strategy, had she not been on the receiving end of his sadism. As she pushed herself up and slid from the bed, only barely stopping herself from toppling over, she wiped her mouth with a foreleg.

“Dice,” she grunted, causing his grin to waver. “A coin still gives me a fifty-fifty shot of making an educated guess, whereas a pair of dice would give you thirty six potential outcomes.”

“I would say that’s clever, if I hadn’t thought of it already - still, I applaud you for not being overly recalcitrant,” he remarked. “Considering I’ve done perilously little preparation for your arrival, I believe I’m going to go out and procure a few things. Be a dear and tidy up while I’m away.”

“I’m guessing you want me to do your laundry?” she countered.

Slipping his shoulder bag around his neck, remaining silent, he tossed the coin a total of three times. “Change the linens, gather all the mare’s clothing and accouterments I’d purchased, and be on the couch masturbating with one of the larger dildos I have.”

Gritting her teeth, knowing good and god damned well that screwing herself with a dong would be tantamount to torture, it took everything she had not to tackle him and punch the smugness off his face. “How long will you be…”

“Considering I have to go by a boutique and the adult novelty shop, it may take me an hour or two,” he responded, smoothly trotting out of the room and into the hallway.

Following after him, practically leaking her juices to the floor, she frustratedly shook her head. “And what if Pixel gets back before then? Do you really think he won’t try to get frisky?”

There was a remote possibility that the kirin may attempt to woo her, even with Fenris being less than pleased with him, so she needed to know - not like it really mattered much. Until her jinxed junk was fixed, there wasn’t a thing in the world she could do to cum. Playing with herself and/or getting railed would only result in maddening frustration, making the menial chores she’d been assigned a practical mercy.

“If Pixel wishes to get a bit of amorous affection, by all means, indulge him - if you don’t, I’ll know and I’ll be sure to make the coming days even more interesting than they will be already,” he haughtily stated, stopping at the front door. Looking over his shoulder, smiling at her, he flipped his scarf around his neck. “Now that I think about it, why don’t you don that sultry bit of negligee I acquired.”

The statement was not a request, all but assuring she’d be getting a kirin cock crammed in one end of her or the other. Giving a spiteful bow, she concealed her sneer. “Yes, Sir.”

“Master,” he corrected, trotting over to tousle her mane, “it’s Master. Try not to forget.”

Hoping he got hit by a bus while he was out, she nodded. She’d known since her conception that she would be in for a rough time, yet she hadn’t fathomed things would go as poorly as they had. Though she’d only existed for a fraction of a day, her place as the bottom bitch of the household was already cemented…