My Life as a Teenage Sex-Pet

Mistress and I woke from our nap about an hour later. Mistress woke first, then coaxed me back into consciousness with her soft whispers and gentle kisses. We got out of bed, and I helped Mistress re-dress herself and brush her hair. When Mistress deemed herself presentable, (and I deemed her much more than merely that,) the two of us left the royal apartments together, heading out into the castle for the day.

Our first stop was the castle library, which also served as Mistress' de facto study. While it wasn't the biggest library around, and did not possess the most extensive collection, I didn't consider its humble size to be a negative. It was cozily small, and was always kept at a nice, comfortable temperature, no matter what the season. It reminded me of the Golden Oak Library back in Ponyville, my home-away-from-home, where I would stay whenever I went to pay my friends a visit. For that reason, I always enjoyed spending time there, as did Mistress, so the two of us ended up spending time there almost every day.

Mistress had a little book nook in one quiet corner of the room, complete with a big, comfy armchair, where she would usually sit to read a book or answer her letters. That day, as I often did, I joined her in the chair, snuggling up next to her as I answered my own letters. I would often get letters from Spike, who had taken over running the Ponyville library on my behalf, and from my friends, when they couldn't wait a few days to talk to me in person. I kept up correspondence with Princess Celestia as well, continuing to inform her of everything I learned about the magic of friendship...and about other things. The princess was always very eager to hear about the things Master, Mistress, and I got up to together.

If we both had free time, as we did on that day, Mistress and I would put aside our work and just read together, like we used to way back when I was a filly. She would hold the book up on her belly, and I would rest my head on her shoulder, and together, we would peruse the pages of whatever book tickled our fancy. Recently, we had been reading through a few classic novels together, and sharing long, intellectual conversations about the subtle themes and brilliant characterization they contained. I always loved that Mistress knew how to satisfy me intellectually as well as in every other way; she truly was the most perfect mistress a pet could ask for.

Mistress and I remained in the library until a little after midday, at which point our tummies began rumbling, begging for their midday meals. Not wanting to disappoint them, Mistress and I made our way to the castle's grand dining hall, where our lunches were swiftly brought out to us. Unfortunately, Master was busy inspecting the castle guards, and so was unable to join us. I could tell that Mistress missed his presence, so after I finished emptying my bowl, I crawled under the table to give Mistress a little pick-me-up. When I had finished making her moan and squeal, she smiled down at me and thanked me for comforting her.

Mistress and I had some time before her next appointment, so she decided to take me on a walk through the royal gardens just outside the castle, much to my delight. I always loved it when Master and Mistress took me on walkies. They would slip my long, velvet leash onto my collar, then lead me outside, where I could feel the warm kiss of the sun on my coat and feel the cool breeze blowing through my mane. It was a particularly gorgeous day on that occasion, so I was smiling widely as we made our way out to the gardens.

The royal gardens were expansive, yet well-maintained, with great lawns of soft, green grass that I loved to roll around on, beds of the sweetest-smelling flowers, and tall, stately trees that were perfect for sitting beneath and resting. Mistress led me slowly through the grounds, the two of us inspecting some of the new blooms the gardeners had planted recently. When we had finished our usual circuit, Mistress and I laid beneath a tree for a while, listening to the gentle burbling of the garden's crystal fountains and watching poofy clouds wander across the sky above our heads.

Eventually, Mistress and I made our way back to the castle, where Mistress had an important duty to see to. While Master took care of much of the running of the household, Mistress continued to play a crucial role in the selection of new maids for the castle staff. We were often in need of new maids, for many of those on our staff ended up taking maternity leave shortly into their service with us, much more than one would expect. While there were some who speculated about the cause of this statistical anomaly, it was not a mystery to Mistress and I how so many of the young, attractive mares of our household were getting knocked up.

On that day, there were five such mares who had come for job interviews. Mistress received them in the "interview room", a large, luxurious bedroom with a bed nearly as big as the one belonging to Master and Mistress. The five prospective mares lined up before Mistress, submitting themselves for her inspection. Mistress took her time with them, asking them many probing questions about themselves, their backgrounds, and their aspirations. Her demeanor, as it always was during such interviews, was friendly and loving, yet at the same time, she was confident, commanding, and undeniably in control. She slowly circled the mares as they spoke; she never touched them, but the mares quivered as they felt her gaze wander over their bodies, Mistress eyeing up those five plump, juicy gazelles like a hungry lioness.

While Mistress oversaw the interview, I lay on the bed, watching the proceedings with great amusement. I silently conducted my own inspection, assessing the five mares who thought themselves worthy of serving Master and Mistress. All five of them were young by my estimate, the youngest looking to be in her late teens, and the oldest perhaps being in her mid twenties. They were all quite attractive, with pretty faces and voluptuous, feminine figures, although all of them paled in comparison to the tall, gravid goddess they stood before. In response to Mistress' questions, the mares gave bland, rehearsed replies about why they wanted so badly to be maids in our household specifically. While they did not say it, I could tell what they were really after by the revealing outfits they wore, and by the jealous looks they gave me. I knew that Mistress could tell as well, but I also knew that she liked to see the mares squirm as they vainly tried to hide their feelings from the princess of love herself.

After a long interview, Mistress informed the mares that they had all passed the preliminary round of the interview process.

"The prince shall oversee the final round of your interviews," said Mistress, standing before them. "I should warn you though, the prince has very high standards, and his inspection will be very thorough." As she said this, Mistress caressed her belly in a manner that the mares could not help but observe. "I would advise you all to be on your very best behavior for him, and to demonstrate your eagerness to be a part of our little family. Am I understood?"

The mares gulped. "Yes, Your Highness," they said in unison, doing a poor job of keeping their excitement out of their voices.

"Good," said Mistress. "The prince shall be along shortly to take care of you all. I would advise that you all use this time to prepare for his arrival."

Mistress and I left the room, leaving the mares behind to await Master. As Mistress closed the door, I overheard the mares whispering to themselves about how they should best prepare themselves for what they must have known was coming next. I chuckled at their girlish nervousness.

"Do you think Master will like them?" I asked Mistress as we walked down the hall.

Mistress chuckled. "Oh, yes," she said. "I think he'll like them very much."

With Mistress' duties for the day taken care of, she and I made our way back to the royal apartments. There was still a couple of hours before Master would finish his own duties and join us for the evening, so Mistress and I decided to pass the time with some good, old-fashioned mistress-pet bonding, as we often did in the afternoons. Mistress led me back into the bedroom, where it was quiet, and the two of us could be alone together, without anyone to disturb us.

We quickly prepared the room, lighting a number of scented candles that filled the air with their subtle, soothing aroma, and closing the curtains over the windows to keep the light level intimately dim. I helped Mistress take off her clothes, all of her clothes, then lay down upon the bed, where she closed her eyes and stretched out her limbs, including her huge feathered wings. I joined her on the bed, already salivating at the sight of her naked body, then got down to business.

Mistress and I loved to fool around together, as you can probably tell, but while playful teasing and mealtime naughtiness were certainly enjoyable, Mistress deserved much more than that. Mistress wasn't just any old mare, or any old princess, for that matter; she was a goddess. She was perfect in every way imaginable, mind, body, and soul. Such a divine figure as her deserved the proper respect, the proper adoration, and the proper reverence, especially from her loving pet. I aspired every day to demonstrate my adoration for her, to show her how wholly and thoroughly I was devoted to her. There was no better way to do that, I believed, no better way to show that I loved every little bit of her, than to worship every bit of her, and to make her feel the pleasure she made me feel just by being around me.

"I love you, Mistress," I whispered as I leaned in for a kiss.

"I love you too, Twily," Mistress whispered back.

A warm, pleasurable tingle ran through my body as our lips met. It was a wholesome kiss, one of pure, unadulterated love and undying devotion, and yet it excited me as much as any of the sloppy cum-kisses we had shared that day. Our mouths opened, and our tongues slipped out, coming together between us. Our tongues slowly swirled and twirled around each other in an intimate dance, reveling in the familiar warmth and touch of one another. I placed a hand on her velvety cheek and lovingly caressed it as our tongues moved deeper into each other's mouths, exploring each other's nooks and crannies. We each allowed the other to explore wherever they wished; there were no boundaries between us, no reservations, no limits to the trust we both had in each other.

I allowed my love to guide my actions as I continued, my love and my slowly rising lust. I don't know how long we smooched, but eventually, my mouth left hers, not wanting to spare a single inch of her beautiful face from my adoration. My lips wandered across her flawless pink skin, planting gentle kisses on her ladylike features, on her cheeks, her muzzle, her temple, and on any other place there was to worship. I kissed up the length of her long, spiraling horn, teasing the rounded tip of it with my tongue and making her moan softly. I paid special attention to her soft ears, which I knew to be particularly sensitive; I kissed them, rubbed them, and whispered words of reverence into them with a breathy voice.

My wandering lips eventually made their way from her face down to her thin, feminine neck, smooching their way from side-to-side as they traveled downwards. While her silken skin felt heavenly to the touch, the real thrill came when my lips found the plush, jiggly flesh of her huge, motherly breasts. I took a moment to stare down at them, and a lecherous smile crept onto my lips as I took in those melon-sized mammaries with the thick pink nubs at their crests surrounded by perfectly round areolae as wide as teacups. Those delectable-looking nipples had already grown stiff from my touch, and were leaking tiny droplets of creamy goodness that just begged to be lapped up.

I quickly descended upon those breasts, pressing my face into the deep canyon of cleavage between them and losing myself in their heavenly touch. I pushed my face firmly into that plush flesh, nuzzling and kissing it all over, eliciting a stream of soft moans from Mistress. I carefully took those breasts in my hands and squeezed, sinking my fingers into them and gently kneading them. My ministrations soon stirred those twin milk factories into action, and by the time my lips had kissed their way up to the tops of those soft, pink mountains, she was leaking tiny streams of milk from both taps. Mistress had such productive breasts, and I had no doubts that her baby would be well-fed when it finally arrived, but until that day, it was my duty as her pet to help her drain her milk tanks to spare her the discomfort of overfilling. I eagerly carried out my task, taking each of those leaking nipples in my mouth one at a time and suckling them firmly, yet gently. Mistress let out a stream of whimpering moans as I sucked and used my tongue to tease more milk out of her. She placed a hand on my head and held me firmly against her, while moaning words of praise that made my heart leap with joy.

While certainly prodigious, her supply of milk was not inexhaustible, and eventually, I did manage to suck the last drop of her delicious, nutritious cream from each tantalizing teat and swallow it down. I gave those breasts one last smattering of smooches, ensuring that not one inch of their immense curvatures went untouched, then moved on, kissing my way off to one side of her torso. I moved past her shoulder, planting a trail of kisses all the way down her smooth, feminine arm, before arriving at her dainty hand. I kissed her hand all over, on every single finger, thanking it for all of the countless loving touches it had given me over the years. When I had finished with one arm, I kissed my way back up to her torso, then down the other one, showing it no less love than I had the first.

Her arms were not the only limbs I paid attention to, of course. Stretched out on the bed beneath her were her wings, which she had extended to their full, impressive wingspan, allowing me to see every delicate, pink feather they boasted. Mistress had dedicated handmaidens to help her preen those wings on a regular basis, but she enjoyed having me preen them during our intimate moments as well. She enjoyed feeling my hands wandering over those feathers, caressing them, adjusting them, just as I enjoyed nuzzling my face into their downy fluff, savoring the feel of them on my skin.

When I had finished tending to her wings, I moved further down her body, where I came face-to-face with Mistress' single most impressive feature. The great monument to maternity that was her baby belly made for a breathtaking sight, as picturesquely shaped as it was enormous. I couldn't help but feel giddy every time I had the honor of worshiping that big, pink belly. Just kissing my way up to the top of its great curvature made me feel like some sort of great explorer ascending to the heights of the world's largest and most beautiful mountain. It was a daunting task, but one I would never have shied away from. Then, as always, I threw myself into it wholeheartedly, taking my time to give every inch of her belly, including her protruding belly button, a warm, loving kiss.

I loved that belly, I loved the amazing mare it belonged to, and although we had not yet met, I loved the little pony growing inside of it. For all that love, however, as I lovingly nuzzled my face against it, I couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy. I might never be as beautiful as Mistress, as feminine as Mistress, but there was a chance that, someday, I might have a big, beautiful baby belly of my own. I had never seen Mistress as happy as she had been over the months she had been carrying Master's baby around inside of her, and I often thought that Master giving me a baby of my own would be the only thing that could possibly make my already wonderful life even better. That great longing only made it more sad to think that he had not yet done so. I had been serving Master and Mistress for months, yet they had still not seen fit to make me Master's broodmare. The contraceptive spell they had placed on me when I had first submitted myself to them still remained, and would remain until they decided to remove it. As much as I enjoyed Master pumping me full of his virile cum on a daily basis, it frustrated me to think of the magical barrier that kept that baby batter from entering my warm, fertile womb.

Suddenly, I felt a firm kick from Mistress' baby upon my face, which shocked me out of my self-pity. I smiled down at Mistress' belly, shaking my head at my own foolishness. I knew Master and Mistress were only doing what was best for me. If they didn't think I was ready for a baby yet, then I would trust them every single time. I would never stop dreaming of the day when Master would finally knock me up, but until that day came, I would channel all of that passion and love into my adoration for Mistress and her baby. Her baby might only be my niece or nephew, but I was determined to show it the same unconditional love I showed its mother. I would love Mistress' baby as if it were my own, and would serve it in any way Master and Mistress desired of me.

When I was finally able to pull myself away from Mistress' belly, I continued my trip downwards, not wanting her lower half to be spared my touch. I kissed my way down the curve of her belly, soon arriving at the heart-shaped patch of fuzz just beneath it. I nuzzled and kissed it, relishing its downy softness, then moved down to Mistress' big, motherly marehood. Her plump lips were already moist with the nectar leaking from her delicate pink petals, a sight that made my own nethers tremble with desire. Part of me wanted to dive into that precious pussy right then and there, but I managed to restrain myself; I always saved the best for last.

Contenting myself with a single teasing kiss upon those inviting lips, I continued downward, moving along her thick, pillowy thighs. I had always loved those thighs; even before I had become Mistress' pet, way back when I was a little filly, she often let me rest my head upon them as I napped. Way back then, as I did on that day, I savored the warmth of her soft skin as I nuzzled my face against them. Of course, the love I held for those curvaceous legs had only increased over the years, a love I now demonstrated by kissing my way down them, jumping back and forth between them to ensure complete coverage. I kissed her thighs, her knees, and her calves, before finally arriving at her pretty little ankles.

Mistress' feet I paid special attention to. During her pregnancy, she had often experienced aches and pains in them from carrying around all of her extra weight. As such, I had taken it upon myself to help soothe her soles with my loving touches. I had gotten quite good at my massages over the months, and as I proceeded to press my fingertips into the soft, tender flesh of her feet, working them with the utmost care and attention, Mistress moaned softly, letting me know I was doing a good job.

Mistress possessed the most beautiful, perfect feet in the world, both of them elegant and ladylike, with high arches, silken skin all over, and long, slender toes painted in hot pink. It made me so happy that she was willing to trust me with such a precious part of her body, and so grateful that she allowed me to worship them as they deserved. The fact that she was willing to let me play with her feet as much as I liked, to rub them, kiss them, to lick up and down her soles and suck on her pretty little toes, reminded me just how intimate and loving our relationship truly was.

After concluding my long, thorough foot massage, I finally allowed myself to return to the one part of her beautiful body I had not yet given the reverence it deserved. I gave her feet one last kiss, then slowly crawled forward, lying down between her legs and bringing my face within inches of her pretty pussy. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pressed them tight against my head, savoring the feel of their pillowy softness smooshing me. I took one last look at the slick lips before me, wetting my own lips with a smile, then descended upon that vulnerable, pink flesh.

I knew how to get Mistress off quickly, and usually tried to do so when we were merely sneaking in some playtime here and there. On that occasion, however, as I had done with the rest of her body, I went slowly and attentively, treating every nook and cranny of her marehood to my practiced touch. The two of us had all the time in the world, and I intended to spend as long as possible teasing and titillating her, building up the biggest, most intense climax I could get out of her.

I started small, just a few gentle kisses and slow licks placed on those plump lips, although even those tender touches were enough to get her moaning. I flicked my tongue over her tender folds, tasting the scrumptious taste of the warm juices that already covered them. I took her clit into my mouth and allowed my tongue to play with it gently, as a kitten does with a ball of yarn. Every time my tongue pressed against her sensitive little love button, she gasped sharply, and her hips bucked reflexively against my face. By the time her lips were drenched with my saliva, her big body was quivering near-constantly, making her plumpest bits jiggle like gelatin.

When I heard her whimpers and moans grow suitably needy, I moved on from mere teasing. Pressing my lips fully against hers, I allowed my tongue to venture forth, making its way towards her awaiting entrance. She clenched as the tip of my tongue reached the front gate, as if trying to keep me out, but relaxed as I gently caressed her fearful flesh, letting her body know that it had nothing to fear. Pressing my tongue against her entrance, I pushed, slowly and steadily, into her pussy, plunging into the tight grasp of her inner walls. Mistress let out a shuddering moan and clenched again as I invaded her most private place, but I persisted, pushing ever deeper, not stopping till my intrepid tongue had stretched as far into her as it was able.

I had learned many techniques for tending to a mare's pussy over the years, many of which I had learned from Mistress herself. She had taught me how to make a mare squeal, and most importantly, she had taught me how to make her squeal, showing me all of the tricks that she loved having performed on her. Some were slow and gentle; others were fast and rough. I had many tools in my tool belt, many ways I was able to give her pleasure, and so I took the time to demonstrate every one of the methods I had learned, treating her to a full spectrum of carnal delight.

Mistress responded enthusiastically to my touch, singing a symphony of sensual sounds under my touch. As I slowly swirled my tongue in circles, she let out long, undulating moans. As I made a series of quick thrusts, she squeaked in time with each one. As I pressed the tip of my tongue to her most sensitive spots, working them firmly, but gently, she grunted in a most unladylike manner, sounding more like a bitch in heat than a noble princess. I played her body like the world's sexiest musical instrument, filling the air with the sounds of love and lust.

I kept this up for as long as I could, pushing her at a glacial pace towards her inevitable climax. I paid close attention to her many moans, and to the constant squirming of her body, using them to gauge how far off she was. If I felt she was growing too close to the edge, I would dial back my loving assault for a time, letting her simmer, but always made sure to keep her moving bit by bit towards the goal. When she wrapped her thick legs around my head and squeezed me, locking me in place, I knew I was on the right track. When she reached down and grabbed my head, running her fingers through my mane, I knew she was approaching the end. When she humped my face while calling my name in a breathy, needy voice, I knew it was time. After taking one last deep breath through my nose, I rammed my tongue through her slick, velvety passage, careering straight into her g-spot and pounding it into submission with a series of rapid, forceful thrusts.

Mistress' beautiful voice rose to a long, drawn-out wail of unbridled ecstasy as the pleasure proved too much for her to bear, and she plummeted into her long-awaited climax. Her inner walls clamped down around my tongue, squeezing me like a vice, but I did not let up, and continued to work her pussy as it spewed what felt like gallons of hot liquid love into my mouth. With Mistress' legs locked around my head, squeezing me just as tightly, I had no choice but to rapidly gulp down that delicious flood, not that I would have chosen to be anywhere else but there in that moment. My only regret as I lay squished between her thighs and her immense belly was that I was unable to see her beautiful face contort in ecstasy, or to see her back arch and her body wriggle and jiggle so erotically.

Eventually, Mistress' screams and moans diminished to mere whimpers. Her spasming body fell limp upon the bed, quivering sporadically. The iron grip of her legs on my head loosened, and I was able to gently prise them apart. Slowly, I withdrew my tongue from her weary marehood, eliciting breathy moans as it slid out of her depths. I gazed lovingly at those quivering lips, seeing the drops of marecum that still clung to them. With several long, gentle licks, I cleaned up Mistress' beautiful pussy, collecting her nectar in my mouth.

Mistress watched me through half-lidded eyes as I slowly crawled up the bed and lay beside her. We smiled at each other as we brought our lips together for yet another kiss, one slow and gentle, but erotic in the extreme. Our weary tongues came together between us, their sloppy collisions lacking the finesse of our previous kisses. Mistress moaned as her marecum trickled from my mouth to hers; she eagerly lapped up as much as it could, relishing the taste of her own body. I continued to kiss and nuzzle and snuggle Mistress as we lay there, gently teasing her sensitive body as she enjoyed her warm afterglow.