A Dash Of Submission

>The sun beat down on your sweaty, exhausted body as you chase a ball around the park with Dash
>It had become something of a routine now, but you could still barely keep up with her ridiculous endurance
>Finally you have to stop, and of course Dash wastes no time giving you shit for it
>"C'mon, Anon. You gotta do better than that if you wanna compete against me. Don't tell me you're getting soft on me now!"
>Her own somewhat laboured breathing removes any possible sting from her words
>Still, you can't resist an opportunity to return a shot at her
"That's rich coming from you. All those cupcakes you stuff in your face are going straight to your ass."
>Dash's jaw drops, then her eyes narrow as she glares at you
>"Oh you did NOT just go there!"
>You could never resist the chance to rile her up like this, especially since she makes it so easy
"What are you going to do about it, Dashie?"
>The nickname you use whenever you tease her is the last push she needs
>With a glint in her eye she darts through the air to tackle your shoulder
>"That's what I'm gonna do about it!"
>Faking a yawn, you look around mockingly
"What was that, did a fly just bump into me?"
>That's all it takes for things to devolve into a scuffle that was practically tradition at this point
>She would try to get in enough quick tackles to wear you down, and you would endure the hits until you were able to grab her and take away her speed advantage
>Soon enough things end as they always do, thanks to pony hits being relatively weak and you being used to tracking her movement
>Once you have a hold on Dash, you swiftly drag her to the ground and pin her
>As much as she struggles, there's no way for her to escape once you've got her helpless like this
>Seeing her squirm desperately gives you the irresistible urge to tease her even more

>Leaning in close to her face, you look down at her and hold her gaze
"Now that I've got you trapped and helpless, I can do anything I want to you."
>Your voice is low and suggestive, combining with the lusty, predatory grin you flash to make it very clear what you're implying
>Instead of getting annoyed or laughing it off like you expected, Dash's eyes go wide and a deep blush covers her face
>She makes another attempt to get away which only highlights just how stuck she is
>Her breath catches and you can feel how tense she's getting
>The look of nervous anticipation she has surprises you
>It never would have occurred to you that Dash would be into being dominated
>You couldn't help but immediately start thinking of ways to exploit this
>Pushing too fast was a bad idea, so you get up and shoot her a cocky smirk
"What's the matter, Dash? Can't take a little joke?"
>Immediately she scrambles to stand up and attempts to look nonchalant
>"O-of course I can! Hah, real funny, Anon."
>Relief washes over her, but you can also see traces of the disappointment she tries to hide
>Any lingering doubts about what you're thinking of doing vanish in that moment
>It's clear that this is something she craves, even if she's not aware of just how much she wants it
>How much she needs it, in fact
>Lucky for her, you were there to provide
>Over the next week, whenever you pinned her in one of your mock fights you would linger and give her a knowing smirk
>You could tell it was getting to her
>The mix of desire and guilt that played over her expression when she was held down made it clear
>After dangling it over her head for long enough, you finally make your move

>The surrounding area is empty, making it the perfect time to do this
>You pin Dash again and lean close in an imitation of what you did before
"I win again. I think it's time for me to take my prize."
>With a devious grin you stand up and heft her over your shoulder
>"Wha- Hey! Anon, what are you doing?"
"I already told you. Taking my prize."
>She stiffens and there's a tense silence before she chuckles weakly
>"Okay, good joke. Can you put me down now?"
>You smack her flank sharply, which produces a cute little yelp from her
"No. Now shush."
>"Don't-"
>Hearing the indignant tone in her voice, you cut her off with another smack
>This time she grunts at your hit, and you can tell it's starting to have an effect
>Starting off towards your house, you quickly plan out a path that will keep you away from curious eyes
"Quit complaining, or else I'll show off my prize around the town square."
>She gasps and goes quiet, and you notice her start rubbing her thighs together
>You grab her leg just above the knee with your free hand
"Naughty, Dashie. Someone could see you."
>Her legs go still and she whimpers, but you see her tail raise
"Is that what you want, to be shown off as a naughty little prize?"
>"No way!"
>The reply is panicked and fast
>A couple more quick spanks makes your displeasure clear
"Don't lie to me. I can see you presenting yourself."
>You give her tail a yank, which makes her twitch
>Her breathing gets heavier, and you catch her a few times rubbing her thighs together again briefly, before she realises and stops herself
>For the rest of the walk home you keep up your taunts, reminding her how she's helpless and that anyone to could see her flashing her bits
>When you're just about at your door you feel something drip onto your shirt
>Checking to confirm your suspicion, you see that Dash is so wet she's dripping on you

>Going inside, you chuckle and set her down on one of your kitchen chairs before showing her the damp part of your shirt
"Look at what you did." You speak in a patronising tone, as if she was a child who did something when she should have known better
>It takes her a moment to realise what you're talking about, but when she does her eyes go wide and her cheeks light up in a fierce blush
>"Ohmygosh I'm so sorry!"
>You smirk and pat her on the head
"It's okay, Dash. I know you're like an animal in heat that can't control herself. It's not your fault."
>Somehow her blush manages to deepen
>Stepping over to the freezer, you grab a popsicle out of it before moving back to stand beside Dash
"You worked up a sweat today, right? Here."
>When she reaches to take it from you, you lift the popsicle away from her before poking her nose with it
>After reaching again and having her hooves batted away by you, she understands what you want and obediently leans in to take the popsicle into her mouth
>Putting a hand on her shoulder, you let her passively slurp at it for a minute
>Then you slowly start pumping the popsicle in and out of her mouth
>She bobs her head to match your pace, keeping up with you as you gradually increase the speed
>You move your other hand from her shoulder to her head and gently guide her movement as she sucks
>With the way her eyes start to flick frequently toward your steadily growing bulge, you know she's figured out what you're simulating
>Once she does, you notice her start to grind against her chair and she lets out little moans around the popsicle
>Pushing more firmly on her head you begin to briefly press against the back of her throat
>Gagging a couple times, she looks up at you pleadingly, but seeing your stern look she dutifully continues sucking
>Her moans intensify and she's practically humping the chair now
>As you see her pleasure mounting near its peak, you pull the popsicle away and place a hand back on her shoulder to still her

>You wave her forward, and when she gets off the chair you see exactly what you expected
>It's completely splattered with her juices
>Tisking condescendingly, you gesture at the chair
"Made another mess, Dashie? I swear, you're like a leaky faucet."
>She opens her mouth to protest, but stops and looks away in shame
"Well, you made the mess, you should be the one to clean it up."
>Nodding forlornly, she goes to walk away, but you stop her with a hand on her back
"Where are you going? I said clean it up, not leave."
>Helplessly she glances between you, the puddle of her fluids, and the towels in plain view by the sink
>Your stern glare doesn't let up and she eventually caves, going back to the chair and awkwardly mopping at the puddle with her foreleg
>Her fur does a decent enough job at matting up the liquid, so when she gives you a questioning look you nod in approval
>She seems relieved at that, but you don't let her stay that way for long
"But now look at how messy you are. We need to get you cleaned up, Dashie."
>Before she can get a word out you scoop her up in your arms and carry her over to your bathroom
>As you place her in the tub and start filling it she manages to find her voice and a bit of her senses again
>"Wait, Anon. It's fine, really. I can do this myself."
>You click your tongue disapprovingly and give her a clearly unimpressed look
"Considering how many messes you've already made today, I doubt that. Now, quiet down."
>Leaving no room for argument, you get the water soapy and grab a washcloth
"Be a good girl and stay still now."
>With a soft touch you begin washing Dash, going from her neck down to her forelegs, then her barrel, hind legs, and finally her back and wings
>During the whole thing she had been getting both more relaxed and more aroused, and by the time you got to her wings they were flared wide and tensed
>She sighs softly and turns her head back to you with half-lidded eyes, speaking in a subdued voice
>"We're done now, right?"

>Smirking, you hold her still and trail the cloth down her barrel as she leans back against you
"Not quite."
>Seeing the question on her lips, you bring your hand down to brush the cloth against her slit
"This still needs cleaning."
>Before she can do anything except gasp, you're already pressing in firmly and rubbing her pussy
>After getting so worked up in the kitchen it doesn't take her long to start moaning and writhing against you
>You can feel her quickly approaching climax, and again you stop short
>Her frustrated groan makes you grin and lean in to whisper in her ear
"What's the matter, Dashie? You want something more?"
>She nods and clenches her teeth, trying to hump against your hand that you keep barely within reach
"Use your words like a big girl, then."
>With an adorable whimper she bites her lip and takes a moment to push past her embarrassment
>"Keep going."
>Mockingly you pretend to ponder her words
"I'm not sure what you mean, you're going to have to be more specific."
>Letting out a quiet whine, she looks away and speaks so quietly you almost can't hear her
>"Keep... touching me. Please."
>You smile and nip her ear before whispering into it again
"Good girl, Dash."
>Without any delay you push a finger into her through the cloth and rub her clit with your thumb
>In no time at all she's panting and moving her hips to meet your hand
>She moans several times, then with a gasp she throws her head back into your chest and tenses up
>Groaning loudly, she twitches and trails off into a squeak as she rides out her climax on your hand
>Her head flops forward as she finishes and tries to catch her breath
>"That- that was-"
>Suddenly her head shoots up as it hits her exactly what you two did
>Looking absolutely mortified, she scrambles out of the tub
>"I gotta go do something now okay see you later bye!" Rapidly she spits her words as she runs off, dripping bath water onto your floor in her mad sprint for the exit
>You'll punish her for that later

>A few days go by before you see Dash again
>That almost never happens, so she's probably avoiding you
>Finally you spot her walking through the street by herself
>She's facing away from you, so with a devious grin you creep up behind her
>You place a hand on her back as you lean down and speak loudly by her head
"Hey, Dash! Fancy seeing you here."
>Yelping, she jumps in the air, and it's all you can do not to burst out laughing
>"Oh! Um, hi, Anon."
>Her gaze is constantly shifting around nervously, never meeting yours for long
"I haven't seen you for a while. You're not hiding from me, are you?" You give her a look of fake concern
>The guilt she's attempting to disguise is quite transparent as she scrambles to find an excuse
>"No, no! I just, um, got busy. With flying practice! Yeah. You know me, always gotta keep my skills sharp if I'm gonna get into the Wonderbolts."
>You smirk and continue your innocent facade
"Oh, good. I thought you might have been avoiding me after what happened at my house when-"
>She flies up and sticks her hoof over your mouth, fearfully looking around at the few other ponies nearby taking no notice of your conversation
>Giving her an annoyed stare, you push her leg away and wipe off your mouth
"I've told you before I don't appreciate the taste of dirty hooves."
>With an apologetic expression she pulls her hoof back and does another quick scan of the street
>"Sorry, I didn't want anyone to hear about... you know."
>Chuckling, you ruffle her hair and quickly pull your arm away when she tries to swat at it
"Embarrassed? You shouldn't be, you put on quite the performance."
>She goes bright red and turns her head away in shame
>"About that. Could we just, y'know, forget it ever happened?"
"Oh, Dashie, you silly girl. Why would I want to do that?"

>Her eyes dart back to you and go wide with fear
>"Anon, please! I can't have anyone knowing about this. What would everypony think?"
>Looking at you with a desperate, pleading expression, she all but begs for your silence
>Perfect, you could work with desperation
"Well, I suppose I could keep quiet about this."
>The relief on her face is swiftly destroyed as you continue talking
"But only if you come back to my house and let me do that again."
>She glares at you furiously
>"Wha- Are you serious? How could you DO that?"
>You give her a calm, emotionless look
"The same way you could abandon me just because you got a little embarrassed."
>Guilt washes away her anger and you can see the conflict she's fighting with herself
>It's difficult not to grin triumphantly, but you manage to suppress it
>Eventually she caves and nods in defeat
>"Alright. Let's go do this stupid thing, then."
>This time you do smirk as you begin the walk home
"I didn't think you'd be so eager, Dash."
>Blushing lightly, she avoids your eyes and follows beside you
>"Shut up. I just want to get this over with."
>The way she's nibbling at her lip suggests otherwise
"Don't worry, Dashie, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself."
>She glares at you again, but it's undercut by her embarrassment
>The trip is spent in silence, and when you get inside she starts to go down the hall
"Woah there, pony. Where do you think you're going?"
>Pausing in confusion, she waves a hoof toward the bathroom
>"You said you wanted to do what we did last time, right?"
>You smile and walk her into the living room, patting the couch
"Not quite. Sit. I'll be right back."
>Grabbing a brush, you go back to the couch and sit beside Dash
"Put your head on my lap."
>After she gives a brief awkward glance at your crotch she complies, obviously attempting to keep her eyes forward but continuing to look over at your groin
>Petting her mane, you let her get comfortable before starting to brush the rainbow tresses

>She's clearly not used to this but it doesn't take long for her to relax and enjoy the feeling
>Once you're done with her mane you move on to her coat, getting her warmed up to you touching her
>By the time you finish, Dash has her eyes closed and is making occasional soft, content hums
>You put the brush aside and move your hand down to grab her flank with a firm squeeze
>That gets her to tense up and you can see her apprehension
>But you can also see her tail raising in anticipation
>Not taking the invitation, you massage the taut muscles of her backside until you hear quiet, breathy moans coming from her
>Finally you bring your hand under her tail and push a finger into her noticeably wet hole
>Gasping, she clenches around the intrusion and her tail instinctively wraps around your arm
>You find a steady rhythm to pump into her, going slow enough to leave her wanting more
>Her hips grind in tandem, wanton moans escaping through her attempts to muffle them into your leg
>Soon she stops resisting and thrusts her hips freely as she openly voices her pleasure
>Your pants are uncomfortably restricting with how hard you are now, so you unzip and pull out your erection
>Tapping her cheek with it a few times gets her attention, causing her to try to pull away once she sees what her face is near
>Placing a hand on her neck to prevent her from moving, you give her a disapproving look
"Did I say you could move? I told you to put your head here."
>Meekly she allows herself to be pulled back toward your cock, alternating between staring at it lustily and turning her eyes away in embarrassment
>The feeling of her breath washing over your crotch makes you throb and removes any patience you had
"Well? You know what to do, Dash."
>A bit of prompting was all it took for her hesitation to disappear
>In one swift motion she had your dick deep in her mouth, holding still and suckling on it while her tongue lavished attention on the head

>It takes all your self-control not to shout in surprise and pleasure as Dash enthusiastically works her mouth on you
>Giving her too much approval at this point would be detrimental, it's better to make her chase it
>So instead you reward her by adding a second finger inside her hole to make it quite the tight fit and speeding up your thrusts
>Noises of appreciation leave her and vibrate straight through your cock, and you put a hand on her head in enjoyment
>You can feel how close she's getting to climax after a short couple minutes of this increased pace
>Waiting until she's right on the edge, you bring your hand away and deny her completion
>She tries to bring her head up to speak, but you hold her head in place on you
"Wondering why I stopped?"
>When she nods as much as she's able while held down with a mouthful of dick, you continue
"It's because I decide when you get to finish, not you."
>You feel as much as hear her muffled complaint
>Smirking down at her, you trail your fingers along her slit teasingly
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Dashie. Finish that up, and if you do a good enough job I might give you what you want."
>At that she starts up with renewed vigor, swirling her head back and forth as she bobs up and down energetically, flicking her tongue along your cock as she sucks
>She takes it too deep and gags a few times, causing even more pleasant sensations to pulse through you
>It doesn't take long for her enthusiastic blowjob to have you nearing orgasm
>You hold out as long as you can to keep feeling her wet, eager mouth on you, but eventually you have to give in
"Swallow."
>That's all the warning she gets before you grab the back of her head and unload on her tongue
>Dutifully she gulps it all down, not missing a drop
>She pulls off with a pop and looks up at you with a pleading expression
>"So, can I have my turn now?"

>Not answering her, you get off the couch
"Stand up."
>She's shocked at your casual dismissal, and grows visibly worried
>"Did I do it wrong? I thought I did okay..."
>Trailing off at your impatient stare, she reluctantly complies to stand on the floor
"Don't move."
>You walk to the kitchen without waiting for a response
>Immediately you find what you wanted, but you dawdle a minute to give Dash time to get antsy
>Sure enough, when you go back to the living room you see her rubbing herself off with a hoof
"I told you not to move, Dash." Your stern, annoyed tone stops her movements cold
>"But, I didn't-"
"Oh? What's that you're doing, then?"
>Removing her hoof, she nervously looks at the floor
>"I'm sorry, I didn't know that's what you meant."
>Giving her a disappointed shake of your head you slowly circle around behind her, and her head turns to follow you
"No excuses. Now, you've been a naughty girl, Dash. You need to be punished."
>Pulling out the wooden spoon you hid in your pocket causes her to gasp and take a step away
>Grabbing her tail and giving it a firm tug pulls her back into place
"I said don't move. Take your punishment obediently and it'll be over soon."
>She whimpers and turns away to look straight ahead, visibly tensing in anticipation
>You set a hand her lower back and trace the spoon along her flank
>When she gets impatient and starts to look back at you, then you begin your strikes with a strong arm and a steady pace
>The first one gets a yelp and a little jump from her
>After that she clenches her teeth and braces against the pain, letting out as little noise as possible
>Other than the occasional grunt or groan she's mostly successful
>Pausing your spanking, you rub her back soothingly
"That was ten for ditching me these past few days."
>She nods with a genuinely apologetic expression
>Not expecting more, she flinches when you start paddling her flank again

>Quickly she tenses back up as she attempts to silently endure through it
>The pain compounding makes her less successful than last time, small noises of pain escaping her
>By the end of it Dash is yelling in pain after your hits and holding back tears
>Still she keeps herself in place, not moving away at all
>After you're done you speak to her in a reassuring tone
"And ten for being disobedient today. It's over now, Dashie. You did very well, I'm proud of you."
>She takes a deep, shaky breath, whimpering when you softly rub her stinging backside
>You kneel by her side and pull her into your chest as you pet her mane
>With a happy hum she nuzzles against you, calming down from the pain
>The hand not petting her sneaks its way behind her to caress her slit
>Not surprisingly she's dripping wet again
>A short cry of pleasure escapes her and she looks up at you with confusion and a bit of hope
>It's adorable that she still gets surprised when you touch her after all you've done
>Smiling warmly, you waste no time thrusting your fingers in knuckle deep and pounding her hard and fast with them
>Her head rolls back and her mouth hangs open at the sudden assault of pleasure
"Seems like you really need this, Dashie. Do you want me to finish you off?"
>Refocusing at your words, she gives you a pleading expression
>"I want... Anon, please."
>Even asking that much has her blushing
"You have to do something for me first."
>When she forces herself to look at you and pay attention through the pleasure, you continue
"Pinkie promise me that you'll come back here whenever I tell you to, and follow my orders while you're here."
>That shocks her into silence, though she still shudders as your fingers plunge into her repeatedly
>"You want me to what?"
"It's your choice. Either you make the promise and I let you finish, and you keep coming back here where I'll make you feel even better than this-"
>You feel her shiver against you
"-or we stop now and you go home unfulfilled."

>Conflict plays out on her face, but it slowly erodes under her desire and the sensations you're giving her
>Hesitantly, she speaks up
>"You wouldn't tell anypony, right? About this."
>Quickly you go through the ritual of the promise yourself, then look at her expectantly
>Doing that helps clear away a lot of her doubt and anxiety
>She's still nervous but you can see from the glint in her eye that she wants this
>"Alright, I promise. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my--nng--eye."
>The little moan near the end shows just how badly she wants to keep going
>Now that she's given in, she'll get exactly that
>You start twisting your fingers as you pump them inside of her and she moans louder, moving her hips with you in a brazen display of desire
>It's rewarding to see her shyness break down and have her turn into a desperate creature of lust all from your efforts
>Bringing your other hand down to rub her clit, you feel her inner walls clench tightly on you and she tenses up
>"So- so close."
>Leaning in, you whisper softly into her ear
"Go ahead, Dashie. Cum for me."
>At your approval she grinds into you before stiffening and hitting an explosive climax, shaking against you as you continue mercilessly playing with her body through her waves of pleasure
>Finally she goes limp, panting in exhaustion while you cradle her in your arms
>"Anon."
"Yeah, Dashie?"
>"I can't feel my legs."
>You laugh and pick her up to take her to the bathroom, unable to help a smile as she cuddles up to you in post-orgasmic bliss
"That means I did something right, then."
>The two of you share a comfortable silence as you bathe her, without any shenanigans this time
>By the time you're done cleaning her, she's mobile again, hopping out of the tub on her own and shaking herself dry
>Which sprays water all over you, of course
>Swatting her rump makes her yelp and panic slightly
>She sees what she's done and looks appropriately sheepish, chuckling awkwardly