Anon reclined in his chair, casting a curious gaze upon the box that rested on the table before him. Canterlot, with its occasional eccentric visitors, villains, and touring celebrities, was no stranger to surprises. However, the presence of a vendor peddling futuristic trinkets was an entirely new experience.
“So…what exactly do you have?” he inquired.
The vendor, a peculiar looking mare with a curved horn, red and black hair, and what seemed to be bat wings raised her brow, eyeing him up and down. Anon had his suspicions already. She seemed like a pony, but her weird features, menacing and mischievous aura, and overall attitude were otherworldly.
“So many trinkets are available here!” she chirped, fumbling in her chest. “Many wares that may even be familiar to a human like you!”
Anon crossed his arms. “How would you know what’s familiar to me?”
She paused, turning her attention toward him and adopting a frown. “Bezou does not. She is simply trying out a new marketing tactic.”
“Third-person sales pitch and a pinch of deception – not exactly a winning combo,” Anon grumbled, pushing himself up. “Five minutes in, and I'm still waiting for the show. This feels like a waste of time.”
Bezou reached out, grabbing his wrist and tugging him back. “Wait, wait! Bezou has a deal for you!”
“Hmm?” Anon shooed her hoof away, frowning down at her. “This is your last chance.”
Bezou smiled, turning away and fumbling in her chest of trinkets. As she did, Anon took a moment to glance at her rear. Living in a world of ponies who went about their business without a stitch of clothing, flaunting their ample assets, of which Bezou was no different, made things challenging for a guy down on his luck like him.
Drinking in the way an ass like Bezou’s jiggles when it moves is lovely, but it wasn’t anything like actually grabbing it. The Elements, Princesses, and all his other friends he hung out with all sported fat rumps and more, and lately Anon’s patience had been wearing thin. One can only exist around so much denied temptation for so long, and now even passing ponies were taunting temptations for his wavering resolve.
Bezou pivoted back towards Anon, reclaiming the sight of her plump asscheeks from his lingering gaze. A wide grin adorned her face as she manipulated something in her magical grasp, summoned by a strange, otherworldly arcane force funneling through her body. With a theatrical flair, she slammed a black leather collar onto the table, adorned with twinkling green orbs pulsating with energy. At the front, a small screen sat dormant, waiting for words to grace its emptiness.
“Bezou will give you this for free as a trial for a week,” Bezou started, wiggling an eyebrow at him. “After a week, you bring it back to Bezou right here and at the same time. If you’re satisfied, you will buy from Bezou, yes?”
Anon lifted the collar, sensations of warmth and tranquility coursing through him as magic seeped into his being. A bit of haziness settled in his mind, prompting a dismissive shake of his head. Although the collar's appearance was unassuming, its uniqueness couldn't be denied.
“So…what does this thing do?” He felt another confusing rush of magic run through him, furrowing his brow. “Eugh…why does it feel like that?”
Bezou giggled, leaning closer to him. “It’s magic, silly. Bezou won’t spoil the fun of it for you. Just do not put it on your neck. Find a cute little mare you like, and give it to her as a ‘gift’.” She snickered. “Then you’ll see the magic happen~”
“But I - wha?!”
Before Anon could finish his sentence, Bezou channeled magic into her body. In an instant, she, her booth, and all remnants of her existence disappeared into thin air. The cozy little corner shop she had summoned vanished without a trace, leaving only the collar in Anon's grasp to show it ever existed at all.
Blinking wildly, Anon stood up, glancing around. A few ponies walked by, seemingly unphased or uncaring for the spectacle that had just occurred before him. Shrugging it off, he eyed the collar in his grasp. He had no clue what it did, but Bezou seemed to have made it very clear that he shouldn’t put it around his neck. Tapping his foot against the ground, trying to piece together what had just happened, he surrendered his curiosity and began to head out.
Navigating the sprawling city of Canterlot, he strolled down the sidewalk. There were many ponies that lived here, and being so, there were many ‘sights’ for him to enjoy. Along the way, he couldn't resist indulging in a bit of eye candy, ogling the flanks and crotchtits of passing mares. A particular sighting of Octavia's swaying asscheeks earned him an enthusiastic response below the belt. Unable to endure his mounting arousal, finding merely being around these ponies as teasing as ever, he turned a street corner and hastened his pace towards home, eager to unravel the mystery of the enchanted collar.
“There you are! Hi, Anon!”
He froze, a familiar, chipper voice calling out to him from behind. Whirling his attention around, he spotted a familiar, blue unicorn beaming over at him. She didn’t wait for his reply, swiftly trotting over and stopping right before him.
“Hey, Minuette,” he replied, returning her smile. “What’re you doing out today? I thought you said you were busy.”
“I was!” she hastily replied, giggling. “Buuuut, turns out somepony covered my shift! I was actually on my way here to see if you still wanted to go get donuts like we had planned!”
Anon rubbed the back of his head, glancing down at the collar in his hand. “I’d love to, but I’m stopping by my house for a sec to check something out.”
“Oh! Can I stop by?” Minuette chirped. “We can get donuts after!”
Recalling what Bezou had told him, Anon took his gaze off the collar and towards Minuette’s neck. She was an extremely cute mare, and Bezou’s instructions did say for him to find exactly that. If there was ever a test subject, and one who’d likely accept the collar without question, it’d be her. The thought was devious, but he was fairly certain the collar wouldn’t cause any real harm, and she’d be fine while also sating his curiosity. He couldn’t assume the collar was malicious, at least so he believed, so the idea of letting her try it on seemed safe enough.
“Sure, you can,” he replied, stuffing the collar into his pocket. “I may even be able to give you this gift I’ve been meaning to show you!”
Minuette looked downright giddy, prancing in place. “Anon! That’s not fair! Hehehe! I’ll have to get you back then!” She grabbed his arm, tugging him along. “Well then come on! You can’t tease me with a promise like that!”
Anon followed behind her as she led him to his own home. He certainly didn’t mind it at all, enjoying the perfect view of her rear from his position. Sweat ran down her asscheeks, seemingly from her running around all day, and each step she took made them jiggle in a tantalizing fashion. The occasional flash of her cutie mark only added to the allure, a subtle tease that left Anon’s imagination running wild.
Minuette’s ass continued to bounce with each step, the curve of her hips accentuated by the sway of her tail. The swishing gave him the occasional view of her ponut and tantalizing pussy, adding to the spectacle all the more. The undeniable charm of her exposed hindquarters drew Anon's attention like a magnet. The tent in his pants resurged, and he scrambled to hide his erection, as finally he pulled his attention off Minuette’s plump rump and upwards.
“Here we are! Casa Del Anon!” Minuette declared, presenting her hoof towards Anon’s abode.
Anon shook his head, banishing the image of her tempting rear from his thoughts as he looked up. "Uh…thanks, Minuette." He shot her a playful glance. "Tooootally couldn't have found my way here without your help."
She adorably scrunched her muzzle, sticking her tongue out at him. "Oh, hush! I was just excited, okay? Come on! I wanna help you get this done and get the gift so we can go get donuts!"
“You really like those donuts huh?” Anon chuckled. Stepping up to unlock his door, he looked over his shoulder at her. “What’s the big deal with ‘em?”
“I haven’t had them in weeks! The last time I did was when Twilight visited and the girls all got together for old times’ sake at Donut Joe’s!” Minuette snapped back. “His name is Donut Joe! Of course he makes amazing donuts!”
Anon raised a hand in surrender. “Okay, okay! I get it! They’re killer donuts!” He heard the click of his door unlocking, slowly beginning to open it. “I’ve only been to the other donut places you took me to, so his place is entirely new to me!”
"Can't blame you!" Minuette followed, coming up behind him. "You've only been here for a few months, and there are still sooooo many places for you to check out!"
Anon stepped inside his home, holding the door open for Minuette. “Yeah, I'm still getting used to all this.” He glanced at the interior of his house while smiling. “I’m pretty lucky Celestia hooked me up with this place.”
“Not to mention it's super cozy!” Minuette chirped, trotting into the home.
As he watched her flanks sway with each step, Anon bit his lip. The need for some amorous action with a mare was growing stronger every day within him, and though he was a man with plenty of patience, even he was beginning to waver. He could always try swooning one of his friends, but the chance of losing them as a companion if things went wrong was enough to deter him. Despite being too much of a coward to make a move on any of his friends, he was fairly certain he was reaching his breaking point. The risk was looking more worthwhile every day, and maybe, just maybe, he might have to simply jump the shark and shoot his shot with somepony.
Shaking off his mental struggles, he closed the door behind him and strolled into the living room. Settling onto the couch, he felt Minuette quickly join him, plopping down at his side.
“Soooo, what’re you doing? Can I help?” she asked, enthusiastic as ever.
Anon tapped his foot against the floor in thought. He was intending to just head home, rub one out, and nap, but with Minuette now involved he had a shift in plans. If she was here, he might as well test out the collar.
“Well, I wanted to surprise you!” he replied, fumbling with his pocket.
Minuette beamed, eyes going wide with excitement. “Oh!? You’re giving me the gift already?!”
Anon felt the collar’s magic dance across his fingers as he touched it, earning a shiver from him. He briefly had hesitations, worried this necklace could hurt Minuette somehow, but they quickly faded. Bezou seemed troublesome, but she definitely didn’t seem like the kind of mare to sell something that would outright hurt somepony. Gripping onto the collar, Anon did his best to ignore its magic flowing across his skin.
Proudly pulling it out of his pocket, Anon presented it to his friend. “Yup! Got this little thing from a vendor near the fashion district! I think it’d look quite nice on an adorable mare like yourself!”
Minuette briefly blushed before eyeing the collar with wonder. “You think I’m adora - Wooooah! What’s that!”
She gave Anon a look, seemingly asking permission to grab the collar. With him giving a silent nod of understanding, she carefully picked it up from his grasp. Inspecting it curiously, she fiddled around with it in her hooves.
“Ooooh, it feels weird! Is it enchanted with some kind of comforting magic?” she noted, eyeing Anon. "It feels…relaxing?”
Anon shrugged, just as curious as her when it came to the collar’s magic. “Not entirely sure! The seller just said to try it on to figure it out!”
“Well, okay!” Minuette replied, inspecting the collar further as she twirled it around her hoof. Finally figuring out what it was exactly, she unclipped it with her magic, slowly clamping it around her neck. “Ooh! Thanks for the necklace, Anon! What’s it do?”
“What’s it...do?” Anon replied, nervously tapping his foot on the ground.
She was wearing it, just as Bezou had instructed, so something had to happen. He watched as the screen and gemstones dotting the collar illuminated further, but nothing of much significance seemed to happen just yet.
Minuette nodded. “Yeah! It’s glowing and stuff!” She tapped the front of her new apparel. “And this thingy looks like a screen! Cmon, don’t play dumb! Tell me, tell me!”
As if on cue, like it had a mind of its own, the collar seemingly answered her question. The screen began to shift, text spelling out on the display. Bit by bit, a word started to be spelt out, catching both Minuette and Anon’s attention. It took a few seconds, but eventually it finished, spelling out ‘Serve’.
“What the? The hell does ‘Serve’ mean?” Anon blurted out, curiously tapping the choker.
Minuette shrugged. “I dunno! You’re the one who - nnnngh?!”
Midway through her enthusiastic reply, Minuette's demeanor shifted abruptly. Her animated expression contorted into one of intense strain as the choker's glowing gemstones emitted a pulsating arcane energy. She squirmed in place, wrestling against an unseen force that invaded her mind. The choker's energies whispered relentless commands of compliance and servitude, shattering her resolve with each wave. Desperate, Minuette shook her head, trying to fend off the enchantment's grip on her thoughts. Yet, despite her efforts, the magical compulsion only tightened its hold, steadily eroding any resistance she attempted to muster.
Anon rose from his seat, concern etching his features as he witnessed Minuette's struggle. "A-are you okay?"
“C-can’t think!” Minuette groaned, her eyes flickering with an unusual color. “Need…t-to obey…”
Anon took a step back, his confusion evident. "Wait…what?"
“Don’t…want - nnngh - to serve!” Minuette continued, shaking her head. “M-Master…n-no!”
Minuette's words puzzled Anon, her internal conflict unfolding before him. The relentless magic of the collar seemed to overpower her will, dictating that she needed to obey, to serve, and to be tamed. Despite the overwhelming enchantment, she summoned what was left of her strength to convey her plea.
“W-when are you gonna g-get this thing off of me?!” she blurted, desperate for Anon's assistance.
Although Anon should've responded to her plea, he remained motionless, the weight of her earlier words lingering in the air.
Serve who? Master? What was all that about?
Too many questions swirled in Anon's mind, leaving him uncertain about which course of action to take. Despite the twinge of guilt nudging him to aid Minuette, curiosity took hold, compelling him to stand by as a mere spectator.
The magic became too much for Minuette. The mantras, commands, and dark arcane influence on her mind was simply overwhelming and with one final, immense pulse of magic from the collar…she felt it. The last vestiges of her logic, of her free will, were sundered as all her thoughts were now consumed by submission. Her purpose in life had never been more clear, more evident, and an intense wave of bliss washed over her as a smile split her muzzle.
Anon watched on in sheer awe as her body calmed. Slowly she drew her gaze up to him, making his heart skip a beat as he looked into her eyes. Purple swirls filled her pupils, as the collar’s text had changed.
“Ah…I mean,” she purred, smirking playfully. The scent of uncertainty lingered in the air as she cast a mischievous glance in his direction. “When are you gonna breed me, Master?”
Anon blinked, utterly dumbfounded by what he had just heard. Eyeing the collar, he saw that the new text on it spelt out ‘BREED’, which only further bewildered him. One second, Minuette was struggling against the collar, and then the next she was smiling and asking him to pump her full of foals.
“S-sorry…did you just ask me to…to breed you?!” Anon stammered.
Minuette nodded with a hint of coy satisfaction. “Pffft, yeah, Master! The taming process for this collar means my Master, you, has to breed the slave, me!” Her smile widened, eyes gleaming with a curious blend of obedience and anticipation. “The magic within this collar lets you make me pregnant with foals even while being a different kind of creature! Isn’t that so neat!”
Anon's mind was a chaotic mix of confusion, disbelief, and an undeniable sense of arousal. The collar seemed to have transformed Minuette into a willing participant in this unexpected scenario, and her playful demeanor suggested she was embracing the newfound role.
“So…you’re calling me Master…because?” Anon pressed.
Minuette responded with a playful giggle, the remnants of the enchantment’s effects fading from her eyes yet remaining in effect. “Because I’m your slave, silly!” With a lively hop, she descended from the couch and placed her forehooves on the table, presenting herself to Anon. “More so, I’m your sex slave, Master!”
Any lingering questions Anon harbored were stifled in his throat as he beheld the provocative sight before him. First thing he focused on were Minuette's glistening, fat asscheeks, which gently jiggled with each bounce of her hips. Between the plush buns, her taut ponut beckoned, teasing him with its allure. Sparkling with sweat, the mound of pleasure demanded attention, attention Anon would happily provide. Even with his cock now straining against his pants, the visual spectacle didn't end there. Just below, her marehood winked provocatively, already dripping with arousal. A minty-sweet scent emanated from it and filled the air, intoxicating Anon's senses and hurtling him down the path of debauchery.
"Oh! Oh! Can't forget about these too!" Minuette chimed, turning and resting her back on the table. "They're your property as well!"
Rolling onto her back, Minuette unveiled another mesmerizing tableau for Anon. Her two ample crotchtits, soft and inviting, were nestled above her moist entrance, enticing Anon’s desires with their plush allure. They possessed a satisfying heft, requiring a full hand to grasp, yet weren’t too big either. They bounced a touch as Minuette subtly thrusted her hips up, almost mesmerizing Anon as he gazed upon them.
Aaah...
Using her magic to caress them, she let out an uncharacteristic yet delicate moan, one that further heightened the already sensual atmosphere.
Anon’s rationale crumbled in mere moments. There was not a chance in Tartarus he’d be able to resist what was just shown to him. It was wrong, so very wrong to take advantage of Minuette like this, but she was his sex slave, she was hot as could be, and he desperately needed some amorous attention. Tossing aside his questions, allowing his lust to guide him, Anon began to unbuckle his pants.
“Minuette, does being my sex slave arouse you?” he inquired.
Minuette craned her neck up, continuing to massage her tits as she did. “Of course - mmm - Master! It’s super hot to me! And you’re such a good friend that I couldn’t be - ahhh - happier serving anypony - whoops hehe! Any-body else!”
Anon’s cock pressed against his pants, desperate to be freed as he watched the horny mare before him tease herself. Feeling uncertain about what to say, and tempted to test his influence over Minuette, he hesitated. Nonchalantly discarding his clothes, he paused briefly, nervously gripping the hem of his underwear before finally lowering them to reveal himself.
Gnawing his lip, Anon took a deep breath and spoke. “Minuette, come suck my dick.”
Minuette perked up, pausing her massaging as she eyed her Master.
"Of course, Master!'
Trailing her eyes down, she beamed as she noticed his cock, her pussy giving another enthusiastic wink in response, this one almost audible. Nearly twirling on the table, she spun around and onto her stomach. She then hastily slid off it and swayed her hips as she came towards Anon.
Each step she now took demonstrated that the collar had effects on her mannerisms as well, her accentuated movements led to her flanks bouncing with her seductive trot. Her eyes bore an unfamiliar, sultry aura, yet her typical, whimsical nature also lingered within them. She licked her lips, letting out a small giggle as she finally reached her destination.
Craning her torso down, ensuring her ass remained clearly visible for Anon, she drifted her muzzle towards his crotch. With Anon seated she didn’t have to move downwards too much, but it was still enough that it allowed her raised rump to stand out. Finally bringing her lips mere inches from Anon’s cock, she glanced up at him and smiled.
“You’re gonna love this!”
As she finished speaking, she dove her muzzle down. Parting her lips, she took Anon’s cock into her mouth. Inch by inch, she slipped his lengthy shaft down her throat. Guiding it past her lips, dancing her tongue along every inch, she steadily moved until it was hilted in her maw. She paused for a moment, giggling with a mouth full of cock as she felt Anon shudder with pleasure. Then, she began to bob her head up and down in a slow, gentle rhythm.
The entire situation was bewildering for Anon, but actually feeling the pleasure of Minuette’s blowjob brought the entire situation into the picture for him. This was actually happening. A mind controlled Minuette was deepthroating his cock happily. It was insane to grasp onto, but with how amazing he was feeling, he didn’t bother trying to hold on to rationalizing it all. Each dive down she made caused his legs to twitch with pleasure, and each time she pulled back, using her tongue to caress each inch of his shaft as she did, he couldn’t help but let out a moan of pure delight.
"Mmmmmmhm, k-keep...going..."
Minuette kept up her efforts, slurping on his cock with whorish expertise. Occasionally pulling away entirely to slather his balls with her tongue, resting his cock on her face while she switched to slurping on one nut at a time. She was proving her words true, he was loving this.
The feeling of her mouth on his loins, the sounds she was making, the view of her curvy backside from the front, and the sight of her looking up at him while all this happened—it was all so tremendously arousing. Never in his wildest dreams did he think this would happen with Minuette, but life seemed to have dealt him a verygracious hand this time around.
He could feel his own reservations dwindling with each bob Minuette made, his logic losing to lust each time she popped one of his balls out of her mouth. Her tongue moved with precision, coaxing an absurd volume of pleasure from both his nuts and shaft. Not one inch of either sensitive region was spared of her amorous assault.
As she worked her way back to his shaft, her motions began to pick up in intensity. She sucked harder, bobbed faster, and made sure that every moan that came out of her lips vibrated throughout his shaft. It was as if she was determined to bring him to his climax so soon already with her mouth alone — and it wouldn't be long until her determination paid off.
Anon grunted as he bucked his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into Minuette's maw as she nearly choked on it, her eyes widening in shock yet never relenting her efforts. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as his cum surged towards her mouth. She sensed his impending orgasm from the twitches his shaft made, and redoubled her efforts, letting out another heavily stifled moan. The vibrations of her moan on his dick finally were able to breach past Anon’s defenses, successfully pushing him over the edge, and with a loud groan, he unleashed his load. His cock erupted, filling Minuette's throat with a stream of warm, thick cum. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she swallowed it all down, gulping each hearty spurt that came out with an enthusiasm he never would've expected out of this mare. Despite nearly choking once more, this time with a mouth full of his seed, her mind begged her to keep going. She continued to bob on his shaft, the cum that hadn't been swallowed dripping out of her lips and running down Anon's cock.
Even with all the pleasure he was facing, Anon couldn’t take his eyes off her fat ass. From the front, her wide hips stood out, her asscheeks jiggling with each bobbing motion she made. She wasn’t the most packed back there, but she still had a plump rump that bested most. Despite getting out one of the best orgasms he had ever done, he found himself yearning for more.
She wanted him to breed her, and he’d do just that.
“Haaa…” He took a moment to collect himself, breathing heavily. “Minuette?”
Dutifully slurping on one of his nuts, Minuette popped it out of her mouth, licking the remaining cum off of her lips. “Yes, Master?”
Anon winced from pleasure, steadying himself. “Would you like to be bred now?” He rubbed his chin, thinking to himself. “What does ‘taming’ you entail?”
“Ooooh! Good question!” she chirped, gently placing kisses against his nuts. “Well, obviously it’ll mean I’ll be pregnant like I told you! But it’ll also mean I’ll be your slave even without the collar!”
“So…you’ll be my slave forever?” Anon pressed.
Minuette nodded, moving up and swirling her tongue around his tip. “If that’s what you’ll want, then yeah!” She perked up, seemingly forgetting about her efforts for the time being. “I can be your pregnant little housewife! We could play games, cook together…oh! We can even go to that donut spot I wanna show you alllll the time together!”
The sincerity of her words gave Anon mixed emotions. On one hand, having a beautiful housewife around would be amazing. The constant sex, inevitable foals, and close bonding would be to die for. However, she would be brainwashed forever—meaning he’d have to sacrifice his morals if he went through with this. Though, she did seem genuinely happy, and with full control over her he could always make her be her exact, usual self. Just…also dedicated to him entirely.
The decision wasn’t too hard to decide on. With his lust unbound, his cock slathered in her saliva, and her amorous aroma filling the air—the decision was a no brainer for him. Tossing aside his doubts, fully throwing himself to the potentials this collar offered him, a devious grin spread across Anon’s countenance.
“Alright, slave, I like the sound of that,” he replied, fighting through his reservations as lust guided him. “Why don’t you turn around and present that fat ass to me? I’m gonna pump a foal into you.”
Minuette beamed, eagerly nodding her head. “Yes! I'm gonna be tamed! This is gonna be a blast!”
She got up onto her hooves, hastily turning around. Bending over on the living room’s table, she happily presented herself to Anon. Two pillowy asscheeks were the first thing Anon focused on, watching as faint traces of sweat made her rump shimmer. Though, as Minuette summoned magic into her horn and spread her cheeks apart, Anon got an even better view.
Her drooling, winking pussy called to him, speaking to his deepest desires with every second he was graced by the tantalizing vista. His cock throbbed at the sight, desperate to be slammed into Minuette’s depths. It took everything he had to not lose his senses and fuck her senseless then and there.
“How’s the view?~” Minuette cooed, swaying her hips from side to side. “All of this is your property, just like I said!~” She bounced her hips, making her asscheeks jiggle each time she did. “So…flood my womb with cum, Master! Please!”
She didn’t have to wait long to get some form of response. Before she knew it, Anon did lose his senses, soon coming up behind her and mounting her. She shuddered with delight, feeling Anon’s cock resting between her asscheeks. He slid back and forth, massaging his length between her buns, allowing his arousal to be felt as each beat of his heart made his tool throb against her.
His arousal needed to be sated, no matter what. He grabbed Minuette’s hips and forced her still, making her let out a minor gasp. Shifting himself, he lined his cock up with her pussy, gently prodding her entrance with his tip as he licked his lips above her. Minuette shuddered in delighted anticipation, desperate to be rutted by her Master, struggling to resist the urge to throw herself back onto his cock.
“I’m claiming you, slut,” Anon growled, a much more fierce and intimidating tone consuming his voice.
Minuette giggled, gnawing her lip. “Hehehe! I can’t wait, Master! I need your juicy cock in my pus - nnngh! Aaah!”
In the midst of her reply, Anon took action, slamming into her depths with fury. Her velvety walls embraced him with joy, caressing his every last inch as he hilted within her. Even with her sudden vice-like grip on his length, he only savored the initial thrust for a moment, beginning to pummel her pussy with vigor.
Her ass clapped against his hips each time he thrusted into her, her moans mixing in with his grunts to create a cacophony of lust. He kept a constant pace, her asscheeks jiggling from the ferocity of his motions, only intensifying as he raised a hand and began spanking her flanks. Each resounding slap earned a cry of delight from Minuette as Anon manhandled her.
Her magic flickered away, her reddening cheeks no longer spread as she was ravished senseless, pleasure drowning any chance of focusing on spells. But, neither she nor Anon cared anymore; both lost in the intoxicating tangle of each other's bodies. Her mind, now reprogrammed, reveled in the ecstasy of feeling her Master's throbbing length fill her repeatedly. Her clenching walls begged for his release, yearning to prove she deserved to be thoroughly claimed.
The rhythmic sway of her ass, the slick glide of her lust-coated thighs along his, the tantalizing brush of her ponut against him, and the symphony of moans blending with the melodious sounds of passion — it all went beyond Anon's expectations for the day. This was better than any fantasy he'd imagined, the whispers of guilt silenced by the triumphant chorus of lust. It was a primal need, an irresistible craving, and judging by Minuette's vocal delight, one she shared with every fiber of her being.
He reached out, gripping the back of Minuette’s mane and pulling her hair back, earning yet another howl of bliss from her. As if even possible, her pussy clenched down even tighter as she began matching his tempo, thrusting her ass back into him and intensifying every aspect of their rut. Each time they pulled apart, his hand would slam down on one of her delicious asscheeks, only for another clap to ring out as their bodies pummeled into one another again. Her pussy gushed with her lust, speaking volumes of just how intense her own arousal was. Anon may have been losing his own sanity, but from the looks of it, Minuette had long since passed her own.
It only got all the more intense, their tempo increasing with each passing moan-filled minute. Anon released his grip on her mane, using his free hand to hold onto her hip to better steady himself, as well as accelerate the rate at which he could slam into her. She didn’t falter either, throwing her ass back into him with even more ferocity, sheer desire to pleasure her Master driving her every movement. The collar around her neck shimmered, the magic within seemingly preparing for what was to inevitably come. It sensed their lust, and it was more than happy to begin its own part of this romp.
The air filled with the aroma of their mixed arousal, the sounds they emitted nothing short of debaucherous, a testament to the intense intimacy they had engulfed one another in. Anon had always been a reasonable person, holding his morals high and caring for his friends, but this…this was worth tossing them aside. Damned be his moral compass, and damned be the endless temptation he had to deal with. What he was doing to Minuette here and now, it was the product of weeks of endless taunting. This was the product of every lewd thought he ever had since the moment he arrived in Equestria. This was a constant cycle of lust and denial being extinguished — and that meant he was savoring every last second of it.
Even still, with him wanting to savor this embrace forever, there had to be a limit — one he was swiftly beginning to reach. The way Minuette’s walls clenched down on him, begging to earn his seed and breed her depths, it was an element that even with his best efforts he couldn’t resist. She wanted his seed, and he knew full well what cumming into her awaiting womb would spell for him and her. She’d bear his foal, and be his forevermore.
If anything was going to push him past the threshold, it was that.
“M-Minuette…I’m gonna…”
Lolling her tongue out of her mouth, adorning a face that spoke of only cocklust and nothing more, Minuette threw her head back and brayed to the heavens. “Inside! C-C’mon! Let it out inside and claim me!”
Her words struck at Anon’s core, ushering him past the breaking point. Summoning a strength in him he never knew he even had, he pushed his hand into her back, pinning her down against the table. Releasing a near feral growl, he slammed into her with every ounce of force he could muster. With his tip caressing her womb, prepping her for what was to come, his cock flared within her, and finally, a literal life changing orgasm arrived.
Viscous streams of cum erupted, surging into the depths of her eager core, flooding her sacred chamber within mere heartbeats. The scalding sensation of his molten essence claiming her, marking her as his own, propelled Minuette into an ecstatic surrender. A raw, guttural groan, teetering on the edge of a blissful scream, echoed as she convulsed beneath him. Waves of pleasure coursed through her, an unparalleled ecstasy that left her trembling. Each pulsating rope of cum painted her insides, surging past the seal his tip forged on her womb, transforming every inch of her walls into a glistening canvas of his potent seed. It was the apex of his efforts, a load surpassing anything he had ever delivered before, and it was all for her.
For his slave.
The collar’s magic intensified, sending waves of magic through Minuette’s body. Her womb had been filled, and with that, what she yearned most for had been accomplished. The volume of cum her Master had provided, accompanied with how fertile and ready she had been, had yielded a foal. She was pregnant, and the collar knew that full well, and thus it was time for its role to take part fully.
The shimmering colors of the collar intensified, illuminating the room in its arcane light, as the forces it supplied began to funnel into Minuette’s mind. It began to rewrite her, morphing her mind permanently to Anon’s will, shifting her existence to be dedicated to him, to live and thrive as his personal slut. The pleasure of her climax was one thing, but the collar’s magic doing what it was made for pushed Minuette to the brink of ecstasy itself. Each pulse of magic into her mind felt like another miniature orgasm in of itself, and with the final burst of the enchantment funneling into her, a new sense of purpose and bliss swept across her dancing nerves. She felt the warmth of a goal, the knowledge of bearing a foal, and the sheer delight of subservience wading through her every thought.
They both rode out their orgasms, ignorant to the intense colors illuminating the room as they savored each other's bodies whilst tuning out the world around them. They focused on each other, and what this moment meant. The life changing experience was exactly that, truly life changing. With each pump of cum, each marish howl of delight, and every subtle thrust or clench, they rode out their trip to nirvana and back.
Gradually, they both began to come down from their releases. Heavy breaths filled the air, a far more calm sound than the rampant plapping and moaning from before. A heady musk filled the air, tingling their sinuses with the delightful scent of their mixed passion. Unable to keep herself up, Minuette toppled onto the table, laying limply on it as she smiled dumbly. Her limbs spasmed on occasion along with the occasional flick of her ear, the lingering sensations of her climax echoing into her afterglow. Still clenching down on Anon’s cock, intent on ensuring she claimed every last drop of seed from him, she sighed with pleasure as he began to slowly pull out of her depths. A stream of liquid stretched between his cock and her pussy and eventually fell to the floor, no doubt a combination of both of their juices.
With some effort, Anon managed to escape her cunt’s clutches, stumbling backwards as he worked to regain his composure and stamina both. Panting heavily, he sat back on the couch, wiping the sweat off his brow as he eyed his work. A noticeable volume of sweat ran down Minuette’s flanks as cum drooled out of her pussy and onto the table below. A noticeable puddle of her lust seeped onto her thighs and stained the carpet below, whilst her pussy continued to wink in a manner that tried to demonstrate its defeat. Knowing his cum was flowing out of her reminded Anon of a crucial detail, ushering him to rise from his seated position.
Reaching out to Minuette, he gingerly wrapped his arms around her barrel, leading her to curiously raise her head. Without warning, earning a surprised ‘eep’ out of her, he pulled her back, pressing her back against his chest as he sat back down onto the couch. With his cock resting between her flanks and caressing her ponut, she shuddered with delight before leaning back into his neck and nuzzling him.
“You enjoy that?” he cooed, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Minuette sighed contently, nodding. “Yes…” She gave him an affectionate lick on the neck. “And look…here’s the best part.~”
She raised her chin, letting Anon see her collar. The screen had since changed, the text on it reading ‘Tamed’ clear as day. Looking up at Minuette, he could see the joyful, almost prideful look she adorned.
“So…this means…” Anon muttered, his mind gradually understanding the reality of what he was looking at.
Minuette nodded, playfully booping him on the nose. “Yup! It means I’m your slave from now on! Collar or no collar!” She blushed, eyes going wide as she glanced down at her belly. “And well…that I’m pregnant too.”
A touch of relief swept over Anon at the sight of her blush. Truthfully, yes, she was his sex slave, but from the looks of it she was still the Minuette he knew and loved. As morally twisted as their new dynamic was, he would absolutely ensure she’d be happy and as much of herself as possible. The knowledge that he now had a dedicated slave to fulfill his every wish did send a rush of lust through Anon, igniting his desires entirely as he understood the new, wonderful change in his life.
Reaching down, he grabbed one of Minuette’s tits, beginning to gently knead it and therefore making it gush out small amounts of milk. “Huh…mares lactate that fast? Makes me wonder how big these will get.” He moved to the other, gently caressing it. “You’re gonna make a lovely mother~”
“Aaah~” The sudden assault earned a light moan from Minuette, as she chuckled. “As b-big as you want, Master!”
Knowing she was pregnant ignited something in Anon, ushering him to act. He now had a permanent sex slave, so why not start formally indulging in her now? Letting go of her tits, Anon grabbed her hips, shifting her so his tip pressed against the entrance of her asshole.
“A-Anon? What’re you doing?” Minuette asked, gnawing her lip expectantly.
He didn’t reply, simply opting to grab her forelegs. Steadying himself, he angled his cock further, threatening to enter her backdoor as he prepared himself.
“Let’s celebrate, shall we?”
With his words, he lifted Minuette’s forelegs up and slammed into her asshole. He started an intense, furious motion, earning a frenzy of moans from the unicorn on top of him. Her tits bounced, occasionally clapping against themselves as Anon fucked her ponut ferociously. An ecstatic smile spread across Minuette’s face, as she felt her newfound purpose in life already being put to use.
“Ah! Yes!” She let herself be used, nearly going limp atop Anon as he bounced her on his lap. “Fuck me, Master!”
Needless to say, Anon was more than happy with the collar and its effects, but as he railed his newfound slave, an idea crept into his mind.
One Week Later…
Dutifully throating her Master’s cock, Minuette continued her afternoon routine. It had been a week since she had been enslaved, but since that point, she and Anon had already formed a schedule.
They essentially fucked whenever and wherever possible. The kitchen, the shower, the living room, and even sometimes stealthily in public. But just as they did have some formality to some of their romps, including her blowing him each time he returned home from his work for the day, so did their unending horniness end in lewder scenarios, such as their bed eventually being witness to wilder and wilder scenarios as nights pass.
Things had moved along fast. She had already moved into his home with him, and even informed a few of her friends that she was now ‘dating’ Anon. Being the state of her enslavement, she no longer adorned her collar, continuing to serve Anon as his dedicated wife and sex slave without having to adorn the enchanted device anymore.
Anon glanced down at her, savoring the view of her dutifully throating him. It had become a familiar sight, but that didn’t make it any less arousing to see. He briefly eyed her flanks, noting the cum staining her asscheeks and the notable puddle of seed that had formed below her. Having filled both her holes already, it was the part of their routine where she expertly cleaned him off, ensuring her Master was satisfied to the utmost level.
Though, Anon’s mind was slightly astray, as he fidgeted with the enchanted collar in his hands. He had time to think on the product, as well as scheme a multitude of plans for it, and with some input from Minuette, he had come to a devilish yet delightful plan.
“Pah!” Minuette gasped, releasing his cock from his muzzle. “There you go! Nice and clean~” She nuzzled Anon’s hand as he pet her, giggling when he tickled her ear.
“Lovely job, Minuette,” Anon cooed, returning her smile.
Minuette puffed her chest out. “Well, it is my purpose! If I’m your first slave, then I gotta make sure I perform!”
Her mention of ‘first’ caused Anon to drift his focus back to the collar in his free hand. He and Minuette had discussed the collar a fair amount lately. To his utter surprise, she had suggested he use it on other mares, not with any sort of malicious intent behind it, but rather because she wanted others to experience the bliss of servitude. It didn’t take much convincing, and today he had the perfect idea on who to acquire as his next slave.
“So, Master, are you gonna use it on somepony new?” Minuette asked, snapping him from his thoughts.
Anon twirled the collar around his finger, smirking. “I think so!”
“Oh! Oh!” Minuette chirped, immediately perking up. Taking a step back, wiping the saliva off her muzzle, she tapped her hooves together excitedly. “Who’s it gonna be? Lemon Hearts? She’s been a bit grumpy lately. Oooh! What about Twinkleshine? Moondancer? Lyra? Woah! How about Twilight!?”
Anon couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. There wasn’t an ounce of malice in her, perhaps because her mind was rewritten to believe enslavement to truthfully be a good thing, but he could tell she genuinely thought her friends being enslaved would be a good thing for them. Truthfully, it might. With her being under his control, he could erase her stress and other negative emotions with a simple command, ensuring she remained happy always. Still, even with her enthusiasm, he could only shake his head left and right at her suggestions.
“Nope, not them...not yet at least,” he replied, throwing her a sly look.
Tilting her head curiously, Minuette pressed him. “Wait…really? So…uh, who is it gonna be then? If I’m gonna have another pony to share you with I wanna know who!”
“Oh trust me,” Anon replied, closely eyeing the collar. “She’s an absolute character...”
“Bezou takes it you were happy with this?”
Smugly standing behind her makeshift stand, Bezou looked between Anon and Minuette.
“Ooooh! And it looks like you claimed an awfully adorable slut as your first slave!”
Minuette scrunched her muzzle, blushing at the demoness. “H-hey! Only Anon can call me that!”
Bezou raised a brow, curiously eyeing Anon. “Seems you went with the not mindless slave approach…hmm?”
“Well, initially I didn’t even know that this whole enslavement thing was gonna happen, y’know,” Anon retorted, booping Bezou on the snout and forcing the mare to recoil. “I mean…not that I’m complaining.”
Bezou nonchalantly shrugged. "Well, that was the whole point of Bezou keeping it a surprise!" Her gaze lingered on Minuette, a spark of curiosity igniting in her succubus eyes. "Though, Bezou would love to hear all the juicy details."
Anon and Minuette exchanged sly glances, a secret understanding passing between them, unbeknownst to the unsuspecting succubus in their midst. Minuette, struggling to stifle a giggle, floated the collar out of her saddlebag, teasingly waving it in the air before her.
“Well, I can probably tell the story the best! Y’know, since I’m the sex slave, all thanks to you.”
Bezou puffed her chest out triumphantly. “What can Bezou say? She finds the best magic artifacts for possible customers!” She eyed Anon, who was suspiciously adrift to the side. “And what of my payment? That’ll be two, no, three thousand bits!”
“Don’t sweat it,” Anon cooly replied, waltzing around the stall and standing beside her. Wrapping an arm around Bezou’s shoulder, he nudged her attention towards Minuette. “Why don’t you just listen to the story while I wrestle the dosh from my bag, alright?”
Raising a brow at the human, Bezou brushed him off. There was no harm in ignoring his presence, after all, she had a much more interesting story to hear from Minuette whilst he fumbled for his cash. Doing what she could to tune out his existence as a whole, she beamed over at Minuette. He was just a lowly human, one she was gonna make a quick buck out of and nothing more. He warranted little to no attention, only deserving of her focus when he was outright paying her.
“So! Tell Bezou all about how you were conquered and turned into this pitiful, lanky creature’s broodmare!” she started, leaning over her stand.
Minuette frowned, seemingly hiding a sparkle of excitement in her eyes as she briefly looked behind Bezou. “Well, firstly, rude. Secondly, it all started when he brought me over to his house…”
Behind Bezou, Anon seized the opportunity while Minuette entranced the demoness with her storytelling. The mostly deserted streets, thanks to a concert currently going on near the castle, provided the perfect backdrop for Anon and Minuette's plan. Although Anon didn't have an in-depth understanding of Bezou's capabilities, he sensed her immense power. All he needed was to momentarily bewilder her for their scheme to unfold, and he had just the strategy in mind.
Fingers deftly working, he unbuckled his pants, his gaze fixated on Bezou's voluptuous flanks. The plush, ample curves of her rump surpassed even Minuette's, and he couldn't resist imagining the delightful spectacle of those lush mounds clapping before his eyes. The anticipation of sliding his cock between them heightened the excitement, a prospect that wouldn't remain in the realm of imagination for much longer.
Throwing off his pants, he let his cock shoot out from his underwear, standing hard and tall. Bezou was mischievous, and obviously cocky, and who better to turn the tables on than somepony who truly thought they were better? She looked down on Minuette, which irked him even more than her looking down on him, and thus he knew exactly how to handle this demoness.
Sneaking up behind Bezou, he raised a hand and swiftly brought it down on the succubus' flank. His bold move earned a resounding clap from her asscheek as it rippled and bounced from the impact, accompanied by a shocked yelp from Bezou. Before she could react, Anon firmly gripped her flanks, parting them and smacking his engorged length between her two ample asscheeks. Pressing his shaft against her marehood and ponut, he felt his heart skip a beat as Bezou whipped her attention back at him.
“Ahem - and who exactly do you think you are to try that?” Bezou growled. “Bezou may be a demon of lust, but she has standards. And otherworldly creatures like you are certainly below her preference. She can feed off ponies plenty fine.” She grit her teeth, an intense volume of unknown, eldritch magic funneling through her body as she stared daggers into Anon’s very soul. “Get off of Bezou before she reduces you to atoms.”
“Probably should've been paying attention over here!”
Bezou’s eyes went wide, whirling her attention back at Minuette.
“I mean, yeah his cock is amazing, but I think you forgot a little something I had!~”
Taking a moment to process what Minuette had said, Bezou noticed the distinct lack of the collar near the unicorn, but did notice the typical glow of magic on her horn.
Clink!
But now she knew where the collar had gone.
Looking down at herself, she felt intense volumes of magic rush through her. Bezou spotted the collar fastened around her neck. Her body was filled with an intense heat, her marehood instantly beginning to wink as it drooled with her lust. Her nipples went hard, her body shuddered with delight, and her mind began being assailed with an intense stream of submissive commands.
Even with all her strength, she couldn’t stop the collar. She had already begun subconsciously grinding her ass against Anon’s cock, as he gave her another smack on the ass.
"Aaaaah..."
Letting out an uncharacteristically submissive moan, Bezou’s heart skipped a beat as she saw the collar’s screen light up. Glancing down, she gulped as she read the text on it.
‘Serve.’
For the first time in the millennia of her fooling others and domineering over them, Bezou was lost for words, only able to sheepishly mumble a simple phrase.
“Oh buck.”
