Just Deserts

“Hmmph,” Fenris approvingly grunted, peering at his little pet.

Saliva dangled from her chin, she weakly grunted around the drool-ball in her maw, a blindfold rested over her face, and she’d been bound to a small stockade for roughly two hours. Three days - three days had been all it had taken to torment the vitriol and sass out of her, reducing her to a nearly broken, cock-craving bitch. Sauntering over to her, he watched her ears swivel in his direction.

“Has somepony been making a mess?” he mused, trotting around her to gaze at her backside.

With her tail tightly wrapped and affixed to her collar, giving anypony a picturesque view of her drooling marehood, she looked more like a sex-toy than an actual pony - then again, that was the point. She was a wild beast in desperate need of breaking, and he’d put plenty of time, effort, and attention into molding her to be exactly as he wanted. Unhurriedly making his way around her, he drew to a halt just before her.

Softly stroking her cheek, causing her to shiver, he smirked. “If I let you go, will you behave?”

“Mmmph-Hmmph,” she incoherently groaned, raising and lowering her head.

“Very well,” he sighed almost resignedly.

One by one, he slowly unlocked the mannicles around her hooves, unclipped the leather strap connecting her collar to her dock, and freed her from her station. While he could have removed her blindfold and the drool ball, he wanted to give her a little test. Not only would leading her around prove to be a fine way to evaluate her obedience, but he’d like to see her reaction to what he was planning. As he tied the collar to her leash, she swung her head toward him.

“The blindfold and the drool-ball are staying on for the time being,” he remarked, answering her unasked question. “Just be a good girl and follow me; you can do that ~ can’t you?”

Leaning in and kissing her nose, seeing her cheeks darken, he had to fight to keep himself from laughing. Though she’d been a member of the household for less than a week, her progress had been remarkable. She’d become increasingly servile and needy, while her recalcitrance had been crushed under the unimaginable weight of her lust. All it had taken was positive reinforcement and classical conditioning to push her to the breaking point, yet he wasn’t fully content with the results yet.

“Come,” he tutted, pulling her along and trotting to the exit of his room. “I’ll go slow, but do try to avoid tripping over anything; I’d hate for you to make a spectacle of yourself.”

Steadily moving down the small hallway and through the living room, he made a beeline toward the front door. Pixel was out of the house for the weekend, having gone home to visit his family, so he had the place to himself - however, his endeavors demanded somewhere that was anything but private. With the moon softly glowing overhead, he steadily made his way to and down the sidewalk.

Breaking a mare wasn’t unlike breaking an animal - at least in his experience, yet he wasn’t dealing with any ordinary mare. Since Kennel was essentially a clone of himself, albeit a female one, he was fully aware that some unorthodox training would be required to sunder her mind - if it could be sundered at all. Though she’d been relatively compliant and submissive, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was doggedly clinging to some vestiges of egocentrism.

Given the late hour of their little expedition, he only spotted a small hoofful of ponies before he reached his destination. Slowing to a halt, wondering if he had the right address, he peered over at a nondescript building. There were places of ill-repute scattered throughout all of Equestria, oftentimes disguised to look completely innocuous, and that’s exactly what he needed for his little experiment. Smiling to himself, he set off and guided her around the back of the brick structure.

“I have something special for you this evening,” he hummed back at her, approaching the unmarked backdoor.

She didn’t make a sound, nor did she once attempt to pull away from him, blindly following and leaving a trail of spittle and marish juices in her wake. Truth be told, there were several things he’d always dreamt of trying with the various playthings he’d had over the years, yet she was the first who seemed capable of enduring them. Stopping at the door, he rapped on the wooden surface and patiently waited.

“Can I help you?” a voice rumbled, moments before a viewing slat slid open on the entrance.

“Ahem -” Fenris cleared his throat, recalling the greeting perfectly, “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes…”

After a tense second passed, the door swung inward. While he’d only ever visited a single house of debauchery before, much preferring solitude and his own company while entertaining a guest, the sight before him gave him a moment for pause. Bathed in a soft, eldritch blue light, absolutely reeking of exotic herbs, strange perfumes, and sex, the interior was quite literally a den of sin. He would have mindlessly taken in the sight for a time, had Kennel not drifted to his side and closer to the entrance.

“Somepony is curious,” he chuckled.

As tempting as it was to leave her blinded and gagged, that time had passed. Patting her shoulder, prompting her to remain still, he undid the straps on her blindfold and the drool-ball stuffed in her muzzle. Considering what they were about to be doing, having her fully comprehend where they were would be a treat in and of itself. She blinked rapidly for a second, opening and closing her doubtlessly stiff jaw, before she peered inside and went rigid.

“I…is this what I think it is?” she inquired. It only took her the blink of an eye to comprehend her transgression, as she shied back behind him. “Is this what I think it is, Master?”

“Much better,” he replied, his smile broadening. “Unless you’ve managed to lose a few brain cells, yes, your intuition is correct. Be a dear and don’t stray from my side - I have to make a few final arrangements.”

She nodded and gave him a small courtesy, remaining motionless and waiting for him to move. Regardless of how she performed during her trial, he felt certain that it would be an enlightening experience for her - that and he’d be entertained nonetheless. Trotting through the foyer, passing an imposing diamond dog just past the door, he stopped at a small receptionist’s desk.

A rather apathetic changeling sat at the opposite side of the polished wooden surface, reading a magazine of some sort. It wasn’t terribly surprising to see one of the parasitic insects employed by such a venue, although the shapeshifter was either unreformed or doing an exemplary job of portraying herself as of the less savory variety of drones. Lifting her indigo eyes, she disinterestedly peered over at him.

“How may I help you?” she sighed, resting her literature on the table.

“Might you be Mei?” Fenris asked, quirking a brow. She nodded once, affirming his suspicions, before he continued. “I believe I made reservations for this evening.”

“Name?” she countered, peeking over at the leashed mare behind him. “Names?”

Dipping his head, he flashed his fangs at her. “Fenris, and this is Kennel.”

The drone pursed her lips and pushed herself away from the table, revealing a pair of absolutely mammoth breasts resting on her lower abdomen. “Stairway is on the left,” she instructed, pointing to a doorway. “Just follow the noise and you’ll find where you’re supposed to be.”

“My thanks,” he murmured, turning his attention to his guest. “Come…”

As he trotted deeper into the structure, a peculiar sound drifted to his ears. Creatures speaking, a rhythmic banging noise, and what seemed like whimpering grew louder and louder by the second, bringing a smile to his lips. Even if he’d somehow stumbled onto such a place, it wouldn’t have taken him long to figure out just what sort of business he’d entered. Descending a short stairwell and hanging a right, he stepped into a cavernous chamber and beamed.

The basement of the structure consisted of a single, cavernous chamber that was absolutely brimming with creatures of every shape and size. Kirin, bat ponies, a few diamond dogs, changelings, and even a chimera occupied the subterranean space, yet it wasn’t the diversity of the throng that had his interest - no, not in the slightest. Though some of the attendees busied themselves with one another, flirting or outright fucking, the overwhelming majority had their eyes glued to a dais at the center of the room.

The raised area would have been a relatively drab addition to the chamber, had it not been for a pair of ponies wildly screwing on the platform. A small zebra, curvaceous and with a pink bow in her mane, held onto a stripper pole for dear life while she was getting ruthlessly plowed by an utterly titanic, mohawked stallion. The crowd seemed pleased enough by the display, but it wasn’t until the massive top lifted his mate’s hind leg did a thunderous roar fill the air.

“Breed me,” the little zebra wailed, “please!”

Even Fenris was shocked by the spectacle - not because watching two zebras screwing was shocking, but because the smaller of the two was a femcolt. With an exceedingly small chastity cage on his meager endowment, she bucked back against the stud and milked his pistoning length with her ass. Apparently her desperate plea didn’t fall on deaf ears, because the hulking stallion grunted, hilted the svelte twink, and unloaded.

The femcolt squealed, blowing painting the hardwood beneath him with his watery, doubtlessly impotent spunk. As if watching a stallion, if the pathetic creature could be classified as such, climax without touching himself wasn’t amazing enough, the seconds that followed were even more jarring. With his climactic wail trailing off, the effeminate zebra’s belly rounded ever so slightly under the immense load of his top.

The din of the onlookers was cacophonous, shaking Fenris from his thoughts and helping him focus. As much fun as it would have been to sate his voyeuristic curiosity, he hadn’t come to watch a show - quite the opposite, he’d come to perform. Pulling Kennel’s leash, setting her off balance and reminding her that he was her priority, he carefully weaved his way through the colorful hoard of degenerates and to the platform.

He reached the dais without incident, with patrons stepping aside for him, and he’d be lying if he wasn’t getting excited. While he’d never been much of an exhibitionist, there were few things he loved more than degrading his toys. Dressing Kennel up in negligee or slutty outfits would have been laughably easy, considering he’d been subjected to the treatment while being a mare himself, so he’d decided to test her limits with something a bit more extreme. Turning his head and looking over his shoulder, relishing the fretful expression on her adorable face, he pointed to the platform.

“Entertain them,” he intoned, unable to conceal his mirth, “and pray you don’t disappoint.”

“How?” she countered, shooting him an incredulous look. “It’s not like I -”

“Here,” he interrupted, handing her his saddle bag. “Be creative.”

The look on her face, as she peeked into his satchel, was priceless. She hadn’t realized it until then, but he’d stashed a number of toys and accessories for the event. He’d toyed with the notion of parading her there wearing something frilly, but he’d ultimately settled on something all the more scandalous. No amount of revealing clothing could ever come close to watching a mare pleasure herself.

She knew better than to disobey him, that anything other than complete obedience would be met with swift and harsh punishment, which was precisely why she anxiously stepped onto the platform and before the crowd. A hush fell over the room, as the small mob watched her get into position. If she didn’t put on one hell of a show, well, he’d ensure her next performance was a bit more compelling.

Setting the open satchel against the stripper pole, she leaned over, rummaged around in the bag, produced one of the more modest toys he’d brought on their excursion, and glanced over at him. All it took was a small shake of his head and purse of his lips to make her roll her eyes and try again. Be damned if he or anypony else would be content to see her use anything that wasn’t anything less than theatrical, so he knew she was just stalling. Sure enough, having stashed the small dong, she pulled out the biggest dildo he owned.

Nearly a foot long and bearing a slight taper, modeled after a minotaur porn star, the immense toy rivaled or exceeded even the most endowed ponies. He’d only used the particularly large dong on her once, while testing the limits of her succulent ass, so he’d yet to see how she’d handle it on her own. Licking the suction cup base, shooting him a scornful look, she affixed the dildo to the spunk-covered floor of the dais, reared onto her hind legs, and gripped the pole with her forehooves.

Slowly, hesitantly, with the towering toy situated directly beneath her, she lowered herself. Considering how densely packed the area was, and that the platform she was on was circular, there would be no possible way for her to avoid the prying, lustful eyes of the spectators. Wholly disinterested in the spectacle itself, having plowed her in all manner of positions, Fenris’ peered up at her face.

He couldn’t have cared less about seeing her impale herself on a toy, but her anxious, almost fearful expression warmed the dark depths of his heart. It wasn’t what she was doing that he found so amusing, it was the circumstances under which she was acting. Being his personal cum-dumpster, while in the secluded and secure confines of his home, was one thing - behaving like a wanton whore for a crowd was quite another.

As the dildo’s spear-like tip slipped into her depths, gradually spreading her open, a tremble crept into her legs. She’d had perilously little experience accommodating the particularly hefty toy, and it was immediately apparent that she would be struggling. With nearly half of the silicone length stuffed in her cunt, her progress ground to a halt - fortunately, he’d anticipated such an inconvenience.

With but the slightest nod, his scarf unfurled from around his neck and shot to the quivering mare. Her reluctance and physical limitations, while regrettable, were two things he could definitely address, and thus he did so with casual indifference. Though his voice was as faint as a whisper, the hexed garment leapt into action when he spoke one small word.

“Intendet…”

Kennel went rigid, her eyelids fluttering madly, and her marehood gushed climactic fluid onto the floor, yet she somehow managed to keep herself from collapsing. No matter what mental hangups she had, there was one tool that could break nearly anypony’s aversions - lust. Dialing up the intensity of her pleasure was almost comically easy, but it worked with staggering effect.

No sooner did Kennel’s near-instantaneous climax abade than she started to move in earnest - not the slow, unwilling motions of a reserved mare, but the fervent, almost feverish movements of a mare who needed more. Bucking her hips, rhythmically raising and lowering herself, she worked her hyper-sensitive g-spot. Just like that, with the barest use of his power, he’d given her all the nudge she needed to slip from her inhibitions.

“Fuck yes!” she groaned, shamelessly fucking herself.

Possibly the best element of her immodest display was the position she’d chosen for herself. With her hind legs spread, snatch on full display, and her modest teats bouncing above her groin, he couldn’t have picked a better way for her to show herself off. Feeling his stallionhood slip from its sheath, hearing the excited cries of the onlookers, he bided his time.

Minutes dragged by, the crowd grew increasingly energetic, and Kennel came a second time, prompting him to enact the next phase of his scheme. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, he stepped onto the stage and moved to her side. Though it took her a moment to realize he’d joined her, lost to her bliss, she faltered when she saw him standing beside herself.

“Present…” he muttered, as his scarf returned and coiled around his neck.

Whatever resistance she’d had to being on stage had either been abolished or overshadowed by her hedonistic desires - either way, she did what he’d asked without question. Pulling herself up, she launched forward and unsheathed the sculpted shaft from her dampened loins. It would have been almost sad to watch her wheel around and clutch the stripper pole, arching her back and flagging her tail, had it not been just what he’d asked for.

Reining himself in, fighting the urge to mount her, he glared at her face. “Beg…”

“P…please, Master,” she whined, broadening her stance and swaying her ass at him, “fuck me.”

“Louder,” he urged, meeting her needy eyes. “Let your fans know just how badly you want it…”

Lowering her chest to the sullied floor, keeping her shoulder pressed to the pole, she took a deep, shuddering breath. “Rut me,” she shouted, her voice tinged with desperation, “make me your mare and ruin me!”

Her plea was like the sweetest symphony, causing his stallionhood to twitch with anticipation. He’d made her beg on several occasions, but this was the first time she’d done so in front of anypony other than Pixel. Stepping forward and hopping up, locking his forelegs over her waist, he kissed the tip of his length to her winking, rosy entrance.

“You want it?” he breathed in her ear, feeling her tremble with excitement.

She nodded feverishly, twisting her head and peering back at him with a wild look. “Y…yes, I need it!”

“Good,” he hummed, driving his hips forward and plunging into her silken depths.

Shuffling closer to her, ignoring the quake in her legs, he hilted himself in a single, smooth motion. Aside from being deliciously docile, she really was an alluring creature. Curvy, short, and with a positively delectable ass, her figure was only rivaled by her cute little face and just now snug her taut little pussy was. Nudging her womb, evoking a throaty groan from her, he braced himself and started fucking.

If the throng had been thrilled to watch her play with herself, they went absolutely ballistic once he started plowing her. Hoops and hollers of adulation mingled with suggestions from the audience, adding an exhibitionistic flair to his enthusiasm. Pressing his chest to her back, as he continued to pound her from behind, he grabbed her hind leg and pushed himself up.

One of the few drawbacks of mounting someone was that it wasn’t particularly theatrical, hiding a view of the action, so giving everypony a perfect view was practically a must. With one forehoof on her shoulder, he hiked her hind leg upward. She didn’t resist the move in the slightest - in fact, she threw her ass back to meet his plunges because of it. Unable to control himself, he smiled at the onlookers and gave her a particularly savage thrust.

“That’s right,” he growled, “let everypony see you milking my dick.”

Though she didn’t say a word, she constricted her marehood around him. Gazing out over the mass of onlookers, savoring their enjoyment, he noticed something peculiar at one corner of the room. Sitting at a booth, watching the show, a stallion was getting a blowjob from what he presumed was a mare, but that wasn’t what caught his eye - what caught his eye was a choke-chain around the little bottom’s neck.

“Obstringere…” he commanded.

As soon as the word passed his lips then his scarf leapt to action. Wrapping around Kennel’s neck, the length of fabric tightened with supernatural strength. Suddenly choked and robbed of air, her movements ground to an abrupt halt. There was no possible way she could’ve expected such a turn of events, yet he was far from finished with her yet.

Hammering into her harder and faster than ever, he brought his muzzle to the side of her head. “Cum for me…”

While he hadn’t anticipated her obliging him, merely hoping to tease her a bit, she came with devastating force. Her mouth hung open in a breathless scream, her eyes rolled back, and drool crept down her chin and neck, as her spasming cunt erupted around his stallionhood. Her reaction to being abused was almost funny enough to make him laugh, had it not doused his amorous fire with fuel.

With his ensorceled garment robbing her of air, only giving her the occasional sip of oxygen, he flew into a frenzy. If there was one thing that broke somepony’s spirit more than their lecherous yearnings, it was shattering their sanity with a mixture of pleasure and torment. Increasing his speed, slapping his balls against her winking clit, he drove her forward with each unstoppable buck of his powerful hips.

Little by little, bit by bit, his endurance sluggishly waned. He’d had no doubt that he’d blow a load in her that evening, yet he attempted to draw out the moment for as long as he could. Anypony and everypony in the room knew whom she belonged to, that she was his little plaything, and that he was the one to first despoil her. Thinking about what would happen next, nearly giddy with excitement, he slipped past the threshold.

His stallionhood flared, his ripe balls drew taut, and his heart pounded in his chest, as he clenched his jaw and came. The moment his seed surged into her, crashing against her womb, his scarf went slack and allowed her to breathe. Filling her starved lungs in the blink of an eye, she wailed in climactic bliss and collapsed to the floor.

There was only so much any mare could endure, and he’d pushed her well past her limit. With her legs crumpling beneath her, she fell and unceremoniously unsheathed herself from his still gushing length. Ropes of hot spunk painted her back and neck, marking her with her master’s virile essence, while she quivered and gushed her orgasmic nectar. At any other time, she would have been allowed to rest and recover, if only for a moment, but this wasn’t any other time.

Wearily lifting her head, she peered up at the stallion looming over her. Having stepped over her, with his semi-rigid, cum-slathered length dangling just above her, Fenris affixed her with an expectant look. Knowing what she was supposed to do, with her defiance shattered under the ecstasy he’d delivered, she unsteadily pushed herself up and began licking the cum from his slickened cock.

“Good girl,” he hummed, smiling as she cleaned his stallionhood.

One of the key tenants for any mare was that they tidy up after themselves, regardless of the circumstances. Pleased with her performance, having made a mental note about her masochistic reaction to being throttled by his scarf, he lifted his head and scanned the crowd. The onlookers’ excitement had only just started to dwindle, now that the show was over, but therein lay a problem - in reality, the show had only just started.

Singling out a particularly brutish diamond dog, quite possibly the same one who’d greeted them at the door, Fenris cleared his throat. “Excuse me,” he shouted, catching the canine’s ear. “You - yes, you - the hulk with the spiked collar. If I may have a word…”

The audience parted before the lumbering goliath, allowing the titan to make his way to the dais with ease. “What pony want…” he flatly grunted.

Fenris had to crane his head to look at the beast’s face, yet he didn’t shy away. He’d had dealings with a number of diamond dogs before, including having bedded a bitch or two in his day, so he wouldn’t be cowed too easily. Smirking up at the giant, while Kennel continued to lap at his package, he locked eyes with the colossus.

“Would you be interested in having a go with her?” he asked, glancing down and back at the jizz-frosted mare beneath him.

The canine seemed to think for a moment, what little brain power he had considering the proposal, before he stepped onto the stage. “Move…”

Fenris nodded, stepped away from Kennel, and lowered his head toward her. “Dearest, this fine gentlecolt has volunteered to be your second act. Do try to treat him with all the love and respect you show me.”

Having been blissfully unaware of the development, having apparently lost herself to worshiping his cock, Kennel nervously turned her attention from the fanged pegawolf to the behemoth looming several feet away. As her master blithely hopped off the stage, the nameless giant plodded closer, leaned over, grabbed her fetlocks, and plucked her from the floor.

Fenris waited until he’d walked a dozen paces from the platform to look back, drawn by the sound of squealing behind him. He’d hoped that the giant would make use of her, screwing her brains out in a bestial, relentless fashion, but what he got was so much better than anything he could have anticipated. Holding her hold legs, letting her torso limply hang toward the ground, the diamond dog fucked her as if she was a sex-toy.

Being remarkably large and well-muscled, the goliath handled Kennel as though she weighed nothing at all. Heedless or uncaring for her weakened state, apparently pleased with the prospect of getting his dick wet, he grunted and slammed his girthy, crimson length into her battered, cum-leaking marehood. His teeth were bared, veins along his massive arms bulged, and his hips moved with the unstoppable force of a runaway freight train.

Forcing himself to look to Kennel’s face, Fenris grinned from ear to ear. If he had to choose one word to describe her expression, it would be broken. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, her unfocussed eyes peered down at the floor, and her body was like that of a rag doll’s. While he couldn’t quite say what was going through her mind, or if she was even capable of thought, the development was just what she needed.

As happy as he would have been to spectate, an insidious idea came to him. If he’d been obliging enough to give everypony a more accommodating view of the action, surely his assistant would be willing to do the same. Trotting back to the dais, he reached out and gently tapped the canine’s calf.

“If I may make a suggestion, could you perhaps change positions? I’m sure the patrons would enjoy seeing you eventually knot her,” he stated, unflinching as the giant glared down at him.

With a small snarl, the behemoth squatted down, hooked his arms under her knees, and slipped his hands behind her head. As he rose to his full height, locking the hapless mare in some depraved parody of a wrestling hold, he lowered his mate while driving his hips upward. The crowd’s uproar was deafening, signaling that all in attendance approved of the mildly inconvenient change in technique.

Overwhelmingly pleased with himself, Fenris shuffled back to get a better view. The view couldn’t have been better, allowing him to watch the thick, vascular length of canine cock sinking into and slipping out of his bitch’s snatch, and his stallionhood swiftly took note of it. Even if he had to drag her back to the house that night, since she’d more than likely be unable to walk anywhere, he had every intention of flushing the canine’s jizz out of her abused marehood with another load of his own.

“God damn, I hadn’t pegged her for that big of a slut,” somepony noted beside him, sundering his attention.

Looking over, he started. Standing nearly shoulder to shoulder with him was the quirky little unicorn he’d met at the bridge. With a shaggy white mane, tail, and marking over her muzzle and face, the familiar mare’s cat-like eyes stayed glued on the stage. While seeing her was a bit of a surprise, having not given her much thought since they’d initially crossed paths, he couldn’t help but strike up a conversation.

“That she is,” he replied, shifting around to face her. “Are you here to spectate, or did you have plans on entertaining?”

She turned toward him, only begrudgingly shifting her focus from the dais to his face. “Really depends - I was kinda hoping there’d be a dragon or two here tonight, but it doesn’t look like I’m that lucky. Is she your sister or something?” she asked, halfheartedly motioning in Kennel’s direction.

“Something like that,” he smugly noted. “I presume you know her?”

“Not really. I met her a while back, but I thought she was trying to fix a problem - anyways, the name’s Leech,” she chuckled, thrusting a foreleg at him.

“Charmed,” Fenris hummed, shaking her hoof. “I believe she spoke of you. You helped her find her scarf ~ correct?”

Leech nodded and smiled, turning her attention back to the stage. “Sure did ~ say, if I can’t find somepony to share the stage with, you wanna go another round once those two are done?” she glibly asked.

Amazed by just how forward she was, Fenris chuckled. “Sadly, no, I believe my time in the limelight has passed for the evening - that said, if you were so inclined, I wouldn’t mind a helping hoof to get her home,” he remarked. “And I’d be more than happy to compensate you for the assistance.”

To hammer the point home, smiling over at her, he shifted in place and flexed his groin. He hadn’t planned on bringing the little strumpet home, yet he certainly wasn’t opposed to giving her a roll in the hay - in fact, the way he saw it, he owed her; without her assistance, he could still be stuck as the hopelessly lust-addled mare he once was. Hearing a particularly shrill wail from Kennel, he turned his eyes back to the ongoing show.

“Fuck me - I wish I could find someone to use me like that,” Leech sighed.

Her comment sparked Fenris’ imagination, coaxing him to look back at her. “I’m sure that could be arranged…”