Cries and Whispers - Chapter 4

>You're running about the cottage, searching far and wide for a single stupid herb;
>Anonymous has fallen ill – though he insists he's fine,
>all his hacking and coughing in bed isn’t fooling either of you.
>Even more than usual, you’re attending to his every need,
>and the most promising draught in your guidebook seems like it won’t get made at this rate.
>”…Shy?” Oh man, he’s calling for you again, so soon since the last time.
>You hope his request isn’t serious as you walk back to your bedroom door, calling in –
“What is it, Master?”
>”Hey, Shy. C-“ his remark is cut short by a violent coughing fit, wet and hoarse and visibly painful.
>“…Could you get me a glass of water?
“Yes, Master.”
>You know his misery won’t be solved  without medical aid, but water certainly can’t hurt.
>As you carry him his drink, a renewed bout of coughing resonates through the house.
>It sounds especially rough.
>Seeing him through the door, he looks like a wreck –
>disheveled, unshaven, and grimacing as he languishes in the throes of a flu.
>You walk up to him and guide the glass to his lips, worry and sympathy in your heart.
>…
>The few ounces of ice-cold  water empty from the cup.
“How is it?”
>He looks at you with a wistful sort of smile.
>”Wonderful, Fluttershy. Please, try to stay away, no need for us to both be sick."
>Such a gentleman.
>You affectionately mess his hair and run for the door before he can whine;
>realizing the indecency of your butt plug at the last minute, you throw on a light green dress.
>You’ve still got ingredients to buy if you’re to do all that you can for your Master.
***
>Your quick stroll down the tree-lined path to Ponyville would be pleasant and uneventful,
>if not for the pressing urgency of your errand;
>as it stands, your only concern is reaching the market and purchasing Anon’s medicine.
>Not even the usually-friendly songbirds distract you all that much;
>your empathic link with nature must work both ways.
>Turning the corner into Ponyville, the outdoor marketplace is bustling with activity;
>more pressing, though, is a violet unicorn striding towards you with a focused expression.
“Oh, hey, Twilight –“
>”Fluttershy, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about… Anonymous.”
>Well, that’s a bit strange.
“Oh, speaking of that, he’s rather – “
>”Why are you letting him subject you to this?”
“Huh?”
>”I… I know what you two have going on. I looked it up when Anon checked out that book.”
>Twilight looks genuinely concerned for you, and you’re more than a bit confused.
>”Well, why? Why do you let him control you so much?”
“Twilight… I… I wanted this.”
>”He makes you wear clothes all the time! It’s totally sexist!
“Twilight, Anon and I are happy together, please, believe me –“
>She shakes her head in something reminiscent of frustration.
>If only she knew the truth of your clothing mandate, ugh, you shudder to think.
>”I just… care about you, Fluttershy. I don’t want him to hurt you, and…  well, I just don’t know if I trust him.”
>You step up and hug your unicorn friend.
“I know, Twilight. But Anon is a good person. I promise.”
>She wears an uncertain grin.
>”Yeah…. But, why would you let him do it in the first place? He’s way more than just a coltfriend.”
“I didn’t let him, I asked him.”
>Twilight’s eyes bug out, and you can’t help but stifle a chuckle.
“It’s… I feel so safe under his control.
It’s comforting, knowing that someone else will look after you and take care of you, sorta.”
>”I… don’t get it. Just… please be careful, Fluttershy.”
“I will, Twilight.”
>”I, uh, have errands to run. I’ll see you.”
“Same here.”
>The two of you part ways, amicably, if a little awkwardly.
***
>Of all the things that could happen, they say.
>Well, fuck.
>You’re coughing up your lungs and your sinuses are leaking like faucets;
>your whole body is sore and you feel sick to your stomach.
>All just two days after you announced you were moving.
>God, what luck.
>You sip down the last of your water, provided so dearly by your loving and obedient slave.
>You’re wondering where she is. You haven’t really kept track of the time, but it’s been a while –
>perhaps she had to go all the way out to Zecora’s for special ingredients?
>Wait, but Zecora’s closer to here than Ponyville…
>Ugh, involved geographical calculations are not the domain of the ill for good reason.
>Hmm.
>She’s really a wonderful pony, more than you could’ve ever dreamed of.
>Such wonderful motherly instincts, taking care of you and all wildlife of Ponyville like an expert.
>A pang of guilt shoots through you. She’ll never truly *be* a mother, as long as you’ve got anything to say about it.
>…
>It’s an uncomfortable subject, one your funk-clogged brain tunes out as you begin to process its implications.
>She’ll never even be with one of her own…
>Is that really for the best?
>Your stuporous musings are halted by the sound of a door opening.
>And just like that, the love of your life calls through the cottage –
>”I’m home, Anonymous! Your medicine will be ready soon.”
>You wonder what she’s got for you.
>Not for long, though – within only a few minutes, Fluttershy arrives bearing a sickly-looking draught of liquid.
>”Here you go. Snapdragon, torstol, rainbow extract and vinegar.”
>That sounds fantastic.
>She guides the glass to your lips, and the noxious mixture slides down your throat quickly and efficiently.
>The one good  part about being sick, you can’t taste anything at all.
>”There we go. You should be feeling better within a day, if my recipe was right.”
>You clear out your throat before barking out a
“Thanks.”
>Fluttershy departs without another word; she certainly has better things to do than dote on a sickly old ape.
***
>It’s late in the evening, and Anon is resting peacefully when you hear a knock at your door;
>quickly grabbing a robe from the back of a chair,
>to hide your merrily-buzzing plug more than anything else,
>you flit over to your living room and open it to see Rarity, who proceeds to glance around inside over your shoulder.
>”Oh, hello, Fluttershy.  I, um, is Anonymous home?”
“He’s sick today.”
>”Oh! Well that’s… unfortunate, but, uh…”
>She leans in very close.
>”Fluttershy, may I speak with you in private?”
“Huh? Of course, Rarity, you don’t have to act all –“
>She shoves a hoof into your mouth and glances around inside once more,
>before wiping her hooves and finally stepping inside.
>”Oh, I have been dying to speak with you since lunch yesterday.”
“Well…”
>Oh, man… what is with everyone asking you about this?
>”…How is he?”
“Huh?”
>Wait, what is she saying?
>”I mean… is he a good Master…? From one mare to another…”
>Her eyes, plaintive and questioning, look up at you beneath her elegantly-styled mane.
“You mean… you have experience with this sorta stuff?”
>You think you remember her mentioning something like this… maybe.
>”Yes, dear. In the past, though my experience wasn’t anything to write home about.”
“Oh. Well, Anon’s very good to me. He just takes care of things, and I obey him.”
>”Hm. Fluttershy, I understand if a lot of your relationship is… intimate, and I’d not want to violate your privacy.
>But… just indulge me a second.”
>Rarity leans in close, pointlessly, considering Anon’s current status.
>”…How does a human feel?”
“Huh!?”
>Oh, man… how could you possibly explain this to her…
“Well… Actually, I’m… a virgin.”
>Rarity takes two slow blinks.
>”What?”
“Uhh… we… do it, the other way. But… I’m a virgin in my… you know.”
>…
>Rarity just stares.
“What is it?”
>”Um. Nothing. I just never took you for a kinky type, is all. To each her own, I suppose.”
>You head into the kitchen.
“Would you like something to drink?”
>”I’ll have some water, darling, if it’s not too much trouble.”
>You draw a glass for her and make yourself some tea – Earl Grey Crème, sugar. Nothing fancy.
>She levitates the glass from your hand as you take a seat beside her on your couch.
>”Hm, thank you, dear.”
“So, how is your work?”
>”It’s fine. A bit slow, but it’s given me ample time to relax.”
>Rarity does work really hard to get her fashion out there.
>”Speaking of which, what are we going to do about spa days?”
“Oh! I almost forgot about that. I suppose I could ask Master about it…
I don’t think it’ll be every week, though, if that’s okay.”
>”Of course, dear. You’ve got someone to devote yourself to,
>and from the sounds of it, he might even deserve you.”
>A blush spreads across your cheeks at Rarity’s compliment.
>…
“Um, Rarity?”
>”Yes?”
“Do the other girls… know anything? Besides Twilight, of course.”
>”I can’t really say, in all honesty.”
>Rainbow seemed particularly upset at your lunch. You at least know you’ll have to speak with her soon.
>…
>You spend some quality time with your good friend, chatting about idle gossip,
>before she heads on home at around four.
>There’s someone much more pressing you need to attend to, after all.
“Hello…?”
>”’Ey, Shy. Was Rarity here just now?”
“Yeah. She just wanted to visit, I didn’t know if you were awake.”
>”Oh, that’s okay. Feeling… a little better. Tired, but my congestion’s cleared up, it seems.”
>You trot towards your human lover as he lies against the headboard.
>”Shy, you still shouldn’t get close to me. I don’t know if I’m still contagious.”
“I can always make another potion…”
>You slip onto the bed beside him, fondly nuzzling against his chest.
>With an audible sigh, he relents, holding you and running his fingers through your mane;
>you’re sure he’ll be just fine.
>Hm… all of a sudden, an idea pops into your head, and without a word,
>you slip underneath the covers, worming your way up to his groin.
>”What are you doin-aahhh… stop… not there…” he presses in vain against the formless lump of your head.
“You always touch me here, Master. I wanted to return the favor.”
>Slipping his penis out of the loose cotton pajamas is simple,
>and as your hooves brush up against it, Master’s little buddy stiffens to life.
>You  spit on your hooves and gently drag them up and down the sides of his shaft,
>stimulating your Master as gingerly as you can.
>”You know… I was planning on making love to you later… you better not make me cum if you want that to happen.”
“Don’t worry, Master. I’ll be extra careful…”
>and you slide your tongue up just below his head, sending a shiver through his body.
>You run your mouth along the underside of his shaft as your two fuzzy hooves massage it from the side;
>for several minutes, Anonymous holds out, leaving you to your ministrations as he relaxes in bed.
>However, all good things must come to an end.
>”I think that’s good, Shy. Come up out of there.“
>Master flips up the sheets and pulls up his pajamas.
>”Maybe later, sweetie. Just to be safe.”
>You’re appreciative of even this short moment of fun.
“Sure thing, Master.”
>Anon scratches you behind the ear.
>”Now, I think you’ve got some wildlife to attend to?”
***
>All the animals are accounted for.
>The birds are merrily chirping, rabbits happily hopping, squirrels cavorting in the fields.
>All, except for one very special bunny, who is currently sulking in a den in your backyard.
>”Angel? I made you a salad. It even has a cherry this time!”
>You peek inside the pitch-dark cavern awaiting a response,
>and after a few seconds, a clod of dirt just misses your face as it careens out of the sanctuary.
“Angel, don’t throw things… listen, I know you’re upset about Anonymous.
But… he’s the man I love. You can’t hide inside all day…”
>A loud, wet raspberry is the only response you get.
“Angel, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want. But I’m gonna push in a tray of food for you.
Eat it if you feel hungry… please, I don’t want you to go without.”
>You nudge the tray bearing a bowl of salad a short distance into the cave.
“Have a nice day, Angel Bunny.”
>You turn to walk away, and not a moment later, you feel a tiny, furry creature latch on to your leg;
>Angel is… crying?
“Wha?”
>You lean down and pet his head – the bunny is sobbing, all right,
>and from the stains on his fur it looks like he’s been at it for a while.
>He’s just clutching your foreleg, sobbing into your coat as you pet him with a hoof.
“Angel… oh, I didn’t know you were this upset… it’s okay, let’s go inside.”
>You set him on your back, and retrieve his uneaten dinner before heading the short way home;
>quickly dropping off his dinner, you hold him up and examine him closely.
>He looks despondent, even a little ashamed; you’ve truly never seen this side of him before.
“Aww, let’s get you a bath.”
>His ear perks up at that, but he offers no resistance as you carry him to the kitchen.
>You turn on the faucet to a comfortable warmth and lower Angel into the sink;
>he takes it remarkably well, though you wonder if he’s just putting up with it to be close to you.
>In any case, you rinse down his fur and reach into a cabinet for the rabbit shampoo –
>this sink has held quite a number of wounded, sick, or lost animals over the years,
>and you’re prepared for such an eventuality when it arises.
>A healthy dollop of cream on his head, and you’re soon rubbing the shampoo throughout his fur,
>cleansing and soothing him with your calming, motherly touch.
>…
“We just need to rinse you off. Head under the faucet, please?”
>Angel complies, and a flood of warm water rinses the soap out of his fur,
>now pearly-white, if a little bit soggy.
>You turn off the faucet and reach for a dry towel.
“Up into momma’s hooves, little bunny…”
>You pick him up and wrap him snugly in the crimson cloth,
>rubbing the moisture out of his fur as you coddle him in your hooves.
>Angel has never looked happier in his short life,
>and a special, maternal gratification warms your heart at the sight.
“I think it’s best if you took a nap now, Angel Bunny…”
>Cradling him in a hoof, you walk out to your living room, find a clean cushion for him to rest on in the corner.
>Even in your arms, he’s looking pleasantly drowsy, and after drying him as best you can,
>you gently lower him onto the pillow for a much-needed rest.
>Hmmm.
>You glance at the clock; it’s quite late, and Master will be wanting dinner soon.
>You decide on a treat for him – pork chops, sautéed asparagus, and mashed potatoes.
>Keeping this stuff around for the carnivores has proven quite useful;
>Anonymous has put up with the pony diet for quite a while,
>but you can sense he isn’t really satisfied with it.
>You take two smelly slabs of meat and season them with your entire spice cabinet,
>before wrapping them in tinfoil and setting them in your oven to bake –
>you may not have a fryer, but you’re sure he’ll appreciate the gesture regardless.
>You then get to the involved process of mashing potatoes;
>Angel often used to help slice them, but you’re certainly not going to bother him just for this.
>…Four large spuds take a while to peel with hooves; you wonder what it’s like to cook as a Unicorn.
>Still, it gets done in due time, though the sun is setting by the time you’ve finished.
>You quarter them with a chef’s knife, lay them in a saucepan, add a pinch of salt and water,
>and cover the pan until they’re ready.
>The asparagus is easier – drop a few stalks into a buttered pan,
>sprinkle some salt, pepper and garlic, and leave them to simmer.
>You wish you had cooking wine, though your personal palate has never necessitated it.
>You stand around, stirring the asparagus every now and then,
>as you wait for the timer to run its course.
>Eventually, the potatoes are ready to be mashed;
>draining the water from the pot, you melt some cream and butter,
>and grab a masher before mixing all the ingredients together.
>You must say, you’ve always liked smashing things on some level.
>Soon the potatoes are nice and creamy,
>and a bit more salt and pepper is all you need to conclude their preparation.
>The pork chops are nice and broiled, though you can’t say you find the smell all that appetizing.
>You prepare Anon’s plate with a sizable helping of everything;
>quickly making him a glass of tea, you carry his dinner tray into the bedroom.
>”Fluttershy?”
>He looks up from a book as you balance the food on your hoof.
“I made dinner for us, Master. You like pork chops?”
>His eyes light up at the sight.
>”You made… meat?”
“I keep it for the carnivores, but I figured you’d been missing it, so, yeah. That and some other stuff.”
>He lays down his book and takes it from your hooves;
>you look with giddy anticipation as he slices off a bite of pork and brings it to his mouth.
>…
“…How is it?”
>He gulps down the slowly-chewed bite.
>”It’s… fantastic! Wow, thank you so much for making this!”
>He pulls you into a tight and sudden hug, and you feel like the happiest little slave who ever lived.
>From this vantage point, you see a small, fuzzy outline hop into view  at the doorway.
>Anon pulls away after a few more seconds.
>”…Angel? You’ve come back?”
>The tiny rabbit looks contrite, eyes lidded and head hung low, as he makes his way towards you,
>hopping onto your bed and bouncing toward the two of you.
>Without a word from anyone, Angel Bunny bows deeply before Anonymous;
>your Master recognizes the request and strokes his fuzzy head.
>”So, does this mean you like me now?”
>Angel looks up, a tear in his eye.
>”Or, at least, accept me.”
>Angel nods in earnest, and you feel enormously proud;
>he’s never been this humble for as long as you can remember.
***
>It’s 10 PM, and you and master are cuddling in bed, peaceful and happy after a long day;
>Angel has gone back to his home on your lawn, and now it’s just the two of you.
”You feeling better now?”
>“Just fine, my love.”
“Aww, you’re embarrassing me…”
>Anon leans in for a kiss, and you gladly oblige, tongues swirling about as he runs his hands through your hair.
>”You know, Shy, you were pretty good earlier. Wanna try something a little more fun?”
“Oh… what do you have in mind, Master?”
>”Well…”
>Anon grabs you by your underarms,
>and hoists you on top of him as he slides down to a horizontal position on the bed.
>”Now, turn around.”
>You obey, and find yourself directly overtop his groin.
“Master, are you…”
>Anonymous grabs your by the flanks and pulls your crotch onto his face,
>his tongue greedily parting your folds to lap at your clit.
“Aahh! It’s…”
>Your front legs give out, and you fall uselessly to his body.
>”If you want me to continue, return the favor.”
“O-of course, yes, Master.”
>You pull down his pajamas for the second time today and his cock springs to life,
>Anon doubtless stimulated by the musky smell of your arousal.
>You feel a bit satisfied to think about that,
>as you get to work sucking off your Master in earnest.
>The two of you noisily suckle each other’s flesh;
>as Anon lovingly strokes and laps at your large, winking clitoris,
>you diligently bob your head on his dick, licking and sucking his entire shaft as best as you can.
>“Good work, baby… Diligence such as this should be rewarded.”
>Out of the blue, Anonymous latches onto your clit,
>sucking it so forcefully your knees buckle and you collapse atop him;
>second after agonizing second he swirls it around with his tongue,
>and you feel like you’re going to explode –
>…
“Huh?”
>He’s stopped.
>”Keep going, my slave.”
“B-but, but –“
>”You didn’t think I was going to let you finish, did you?”
>Anon takes a slow, languid lick up the entirety of your slit;
>the pleasure makes you positively shiver.
>”You suck me, and I’ll suck you. Understand?”
“Yes, Master…”
>You must say, all this teasing business makes you nervous.
>You focus on Anon’s penis, rubbing it and stroking it with every square inch of your tongue and cheeks.
>You can occasionally feel it twitching beneath you;
>a light, tangy fluid leaks into your mouth from time to time.
>Still, you can sense he’s not interested in finishing, and so you moderate your service accordingly.
>The sound of tongues against flesh resound through the silent room;
>once again, your Master overwhelms your clitoris, eating it with wild abandon –
>you moan bestially, his thick human cock nestled deep within your throat,
>but still, just as you tense up, just as you’re about to flood his face with a torrent of cum,
>he releases himself, to your great annoyance and frustration.
>This repeats several more times – bringing you to the absolute brink,
>and ending at the very last second to deny you release.
>Currently, you’re slobbering over his cock with the patience and class of a stray dog;
>from the periodic gulping you can hear behind you, you’re making quite a mess from both ends.
>You can tell Anon has been holding back for a while; his penis is positively throbbing in your mouth,
>and you’ve been as gentle and measured as you can in obeisance of his command.
>Anon unlatches himself from your vagina for the fifth time.
>”Hey, you good?”
>You turn to look at him; his face is a mess, glistening with your juices as they stain the pillows behind him.
>He seems to be reveling in your shock.
>”Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’ll clean all this up. You just taste… so… good –“
>he mashes his face square into your folds,
>sucking out another mouthful of lubricants as you bite your lip with pleasure.
>”Hey, Shy. This is all fun and good, but… well, climb up here for a second.”
“Um, okay, Master.”
>You step forward, looking down at his cum-slick face.
>”Lower yourself down.”
“If you say so. What are y – AAHH!”
>As you descend to the level of his head, Anonymous plants his mouth on your right nipple,
>sucking it as earnestly as he’s been doing for the last hour.
>His hands massage both of your teats at once; you clutch the wall in vain,
>searching for some leverage as he takes you completely off-balance.
>”Mmm, nice and soft…”
>Anon reaches for the other one, taking its nipple into his mouth in turn and suckling you like a baby.
>…
>You don’t know how to feel about this; he’s never expressed any such interest before.
>You wonder about the appeal – you don’t lactate,
>though he seems to be taking pleasure solely in their texture and taste.
>You guess that’s flattering; he seems pretty excited, at any rate.
“Master… this is a little… unexpected…”
>”Huh? Oh, right, sorry.” He’s apparently satisfied, and you fall to his lap,
>collapsing atop his toned and naked chest.
>”You okay, Shy?”
“Y-yeah. Are we gonna…?”
>”Of course. I’ve been waiting for it all day.”
>He steals a kiss, and reaches his arm behind your back,
>tugging out your ever-present plug to make way for something much more important.
>”All right, now, slowly…”
>You position yourself above Anon’s waiting cock, its thick, throbbing length gently resting beneath your butt.
“Um… you can do it now.”
>Without a word, Anonymous grabs your flanks and thrusts himself deep into your ass,
>and you rise and fall in a fast, insistent rhythm,  your wings gently fluttering for leverage.
>Master pets your mane as he wraps an arm around your back,
>holding you tight as he fucks you faster and faster still;
>the soft texture of his lips pressed to yours is your only distraction from the head-shattering pleasure.
“Master… I’m so close, please…”
>”It’s okay, girl. Cum. Cum as much as you want.”
>He clutches you tight, driving his cock deep into your colon,
>and your resistance crumbles, a long, sweet orgasm flooding through your body.
>…
>”Fluttershy, you’re limp.”
“Huh…?”
>You vaguely sense the world around you shifting, Anonymous now positioned above you.
>You must’ve passed out… oh well.
>His thick, powerful cock continues driving into your ass, and from here you can see the mess you’ve made;
>your entire groin is stained with the fluids of an orgasm, though Anon shows no sign of stopping.
>Gosh, his stamina sure is something...
>That incredible pleasure wells up once more, and you clutch your Master’s chest as another wave of pleasure washes over you.
>You lose track of time, of anything; the ceaseless pounding of Anon’s penis is the only thing in the world,
>bringing you to shuddering peaks again and again and again,
>you don’t want it to ever stop, god, it’s so good, so *good*…
>”Agh!”
>You feel something warm and thick flowing into your depths;
>the sticky, heavy texture against your colon reveals only one thing.
>With a resounding thud, your human lover falls to the bed beside you,
>tired, spent, and inconsolably happy.