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- >The terrible ringing of your old alarm clock rouse you from your pleasant sleep;
- >Fluttershy is snuggling into your chest, and the incessant droning causes her to bury her head in your chest.
- >”Turn it off… sleepy.”
- ”Fluttershy, you gotta get up. It’s ten.”
- >”But it’s Sunday.”
- “Doesn’t matter.”
- >You pull down the covers and smack the alarm clock’s power button.
- “If you sleep in any more, your schedule for tomorrow will be messed up. Are you feeling okay?”
- >”Ungh. No.”
- “Don’t worry, I’ll make you some coffee. You can’t sleep in, go wash yourself up.”
- >She reluctantly rises from your bed, zombie-like in her shuffling,
- >and flexes her wings in a yawn before heading into the bathroom.
- >You get the feeling she doesn’t drink very often,
- >and you thank yourself for remembering to give her headache medicine the night before.
- >Slipping into the kitchen, you put on a pot of Zecora’s finest Everfree coffee for the two of you.
- “Ey, Flutters! You like milk and sugar?”
- >The sound of running water makes her difficult to hear. ”Yes, please!”
- >You prepare two cups, your own black and sugary, her’s a bit lighter.
- >Ponies don’t often drink coffee, but you’ve been trying to turn Fluttershy onto it recently.
- >You hear your sink turning off, and a frowny-faced Pegasus walks into the kitchen.
- “Here you are,”
- >handing her her coffee.
- >”Thanks.”
- >Her mane must take a lot of styling for how messed it is currently.
- >She probably wouldn’t dare leave without styling it,
- >but it’ll probably be a little while before the coffee really wakes her up.
- “Hey Fluttershy, you want pancakes? I feel like making it up to you for that breakfast in bed the other day.”
- >”Hm? Um, sure. What are pancakes?”
- “Breakfast food. A cake, you mix eggs, milk and flour together in a bowl and fry it.”
- >”Sounds good.” Fluttershy looks into a mirror on the wall.
- >”Ah! I’ve gotta go do my hair!”
- >You knew that would happen.
- “Sure thing, Fluttershy.”
- ***
- >An hour or so later, Fluttershy is lying against your chest on the wide, crimson sofa in your living room,
- >and you’re idly stroking through her long and silky hair as you read the Canterlot Times together.
- >”Griffon Premier Hopes to Avoid Electoral Setback on Trade Dispute”
- >Flip the page.
- >”Pegasus Playboy Lands in Hot Water Over Secret Stallion Love Triangle”
- >Fluttershy’s wings shift uneasily into your chest. That’s more like it.
- >”Why would somepony DO something like that?”
- ”What do you mean, Shy?”
- >”Just… the notion of fooling around like that. It’s mean to your loved ones.”
- “I don’t think this Pegasus was ever exactly a paragon of decency.”
- >”Still… I would never betray you like that. I just wanna be yours…”
- >Fluttershy snuggles up into your chest. Wait a minute. What?
- “Wait, what do you mean? I’m only your boyfriend.”
- >”Huh? Uh… yeah. Yeah, I, I guess…”
- “Fluttershy.”
- >You sit up, and hold her by the forelegs.
- “Do you… do you want to be more than that?”
- >She’s very clearly anxious, but you run a hand over her ear, petting her mane to calm her.
- >Fluttershy’s eyes begin to water, and her features carry a look of worry.
- “What is it, Fluttershy?”
- >”Anon.. please don’t leave me..”
- “What? Of course I won’t leave you.”
- >You hug her, petting her hair and gently rocking her in your arms.
- >”I’ve never been with anyone as nice as you.. you make me so happy and safe and,
- >and I don’t ever want you to go away.”
- >You kiss her on the forehead.
- “Fluttershy. You realize what you’re saying?”
- >”Yes! Gosh, I’ll do anything! Cook your meals, follow your orders… just, keep me safe, please..”
- >Follow your orders?
- >Is she really this submissive?
- “Shhh… it’s alright, Flutters. I’m here.”
- >She looks up at you with tears in her eyes.
- >”Well?”
- >You place a hand on her head.
- “If you want to be mine, I can take care of you. On a, um, permanent basis.”
- >Her wings shuffle on her back as she gives the warmest and happiest smile you’ve ever seen on her.
- >”Oh, Anonymous… You make me so happy. I just wanna make you happy too.”
- “You really think someone controlling your life will make you happy?”
- >She doesn’t respond.
- >For several minutes, she simply lies against you, indulging in your paternal touch,
- >the newspaper all but forgotten.
- ***
- >You’ve just finished waving Fluttershy out the door, her dress neatly packed in a bag and her mane immaculate.
- >You grab another cup of lukewarm coffee and sit down at your coffee table.
- >Hmm.
- >Fluttershy wants you to control her, look after her socially and sexually.
- >You guess you’ve gotta be a Master now.
- >You don’t have a clue what that entails.
- >Now, how does someone in Ponyville discreetly study up on something they’ve got no knowledge about?
- >…
- >Of course!
- ***
- >*KNOCK*, *KNOCK*, *KNOCK*!
- >The door eventually opens.
- “Hey, Twilight!”
- >”Oh, hello Anonymous! Do you need something?”
- “Uh, I’m here to check out a book, actually.”
- >You step inside, and Twilight closes the door behind you.
- >”So, what were you looking to get?”
- >Hoo boy.
- “Uh… I don’t know in particular. Where’s your section on, um, sexuality?”
- >”Huh? I think it’s this way…” she leads you to the right.
- >”But wait, aren’t you seeing Fluttershy?”
- “Huh? Uh, yeah. This is, um, about that.”
- >”But sexuality means… Anonymous, do you like stallions??”
- “What? No! no, sexual expression, like, what a man and a mare can do together…”
- >”But isn’t it obvious? You just put –“
- “I know I know I know, just… let me check what you have.”
- >Twilight leads you to a tall row of books, and you grab a bookshelf ladder.
- >”I could levitate the whole section if you don’t know what you –“
- “No thanks, Twilight, I’d uh… like to do this on my own.”
- >”Sure thing.”
- >You climb the ladder to the section she pointed out.
- >”Carter’s Equine Reproductive Anatomy and Physiology, 4th ed.”
- >No.
- >”Understanding Our Bodies – Puberty for Colts and Fillies Of All Ages”
- >God no.
- >”A Mare’s Guide to Looking Good and Feeling Sexy”
- >Why the fuck is this in a public library??
- >You thumb through the random and often nonsensical offerings for a while,
- >none of them really catching your eye.
- >Wait…
- >”Reins: A Beginner’s Guide to the BDSM Lifestyle”
- >Perfect. You slip the book under your shoulder and head to Twilight.
- >I’ve got one to check out. Uh, do I need a library card for this?
- >She blinks twice. “A library card? Uh, we don’t have those in the system here.
- >I kinda just write down your name, the book, and the date, so could you let me see it?”
- >…
- “It’s called “Reins.”
- >…
- >”Um, heh heh, I need to see the book. Please.”
- >You slip the book onto the counter.
- >Twilight diligently copies down the title with a telekinetically-held quill,
- >either misunderstanding or skillfully ignoring the awkward implications of the name.
- >”All done. Here you go.” She hands you the book, and you turn to leave.
- >It smells weird in here.
- ***
- >You sit down on your porch for a little light reading.
- >”Chapter 1 – An Introduction to BDSM Culture and…”
- >Boring. You flip a couple of pages through.
- >”Section 4 – How to Find a Partner”
- >You have that already. Flip a thick stack of pages.
- >”Testing Your Slave’s Limits” adorns the header. This is more like it.
- >You flip back a couple of pages and find yourself on a page labeled “Chapter 6 – Keeping Your Slave”.
- >Well, if that’s the kind of status Fluttershy wants to have, you suppose you should learn to take care of her.
- >The pages are adorned with gender-neutral outlines of ponies in various sexual positions,
- >drawn with vaginas or penises as the instructions warrant.
- >The chapter mostly outlines issues of discipline, daily structure for slaves,
- >and the importance of learning a slave’s limits and testing them in a safe and responsible manner.
- >It wholeheartedly recommends a truly dedicated master and slave live together. Hmm.
- >You shoot down the idea of having Shy address you solely as ‘master’, though –
- >if she wants to, she can, but you see no reason to enforce it.
- >You must say that you’ve gained a greater understanding of her perspective from all this reading;
- > you don't know how you feel about it, but you at least see what’s attractive about this kind of lifestyle.
- >In exchange for her obedience, you provide guidance and leadership.
- >Honestly, the burden is as much on you for taking care of her responsibly as it is on her to be an obedient slave.
- >After you’ve gleaned all you can from the chapter on keeping slaves,
- >you set the book down and head inside.
- >Sex is simple – if Fluttershy is afraid of the pain, you’ll simply never take her virginity.
- >Still, though, you’d like to get some toys for her.
- >Now how in the world are you supposed to do that?
- >Hmm. Perhaps Fluttershy can help with that, somehow.
- >You check your watch; it’s currently 4:30 PM. You do have work in the morning, but…
- ***
- >”Thank you for your patronage!”
- “Sure thing.”
- >Chocolates and roses. How corny.
- >Well, you’re still in the learning stages of all this master stuff.
- >Might as well grab her something if you were gonna visit anyway.
- >The trek to Fluttershy’s cottage is much easier unimpeded by rain or soiled clothing,
- >and you’re standing on her doorstep in no time,
- >flowers and candy in each hand as you ring the doorbell.
- >Fluttershy opens the door and you immediately throw your arms around her neck,
- >pulling her into a warm, sloppy kiss as you push your way into her house.
- >Kicking the door shut behind you, you break away to reveal a very startled pony.
- >”A… Anonymous, I didn’t know you were coming – “
- “That’s all right, Flutters. I wanted to surprise you.”
- >She notices the gifts in your hands, and her eyes widen in delight as you present them to her.
- >”For me?? Oh gosh, you didn’t have to do this for me…”
- “I wanted to see you again. Besides, I need to talk with you.”
- >She grabs the flowers and chocolate and takes them into her kitchen, while you grab a seat on the couch.
- “How are the roses, Fluttershy?”
- >You hear her bite down on something.
- >”They’re really good!”, she responds in a humorous face-stuffed mumble,
- >before walking out to meet you in the living room.
- >You invite her over, and she cuddles up against you on the couch.
- >”So, um… what did you need to talk to me about?”
- >You slide your hand down to her flank, teasing Fluttershy before you’ve even begun your conversation.
- “You know, Fluttershy, I’m still a bit worried about… hurting you.”
- >Your hand slips between her legs, and you run its palm along her thigh,
- >causing her to shudder and whimper adorably as you ostensibly carry on a conversation.
- >”O-oh? You don’t have to worr-AH!”
- >You slide a finger up and down her virginal pussy, resting your head in her mane as she lies in your lap,
- >completely at the mercy of your touch.
- “I just want to make sure you’re okay with all this.”
- >With your other hand, you fondle one of her teats, gently tweaking her nipple,
- > as soft, tender moans begin to register in her voice.
- >”Oh…I..I don't mind.”
- “Still, Fluttershy, I know the idea of breaking your hymen scared you, right?”
- >”A… a little.”
- “And, you said you don’t mind serving me?”
- >”R… right.”
- “Well, then. Because of that, I won’t be penetrating you normally. Besides…”
- >Your lube-slicked fingers slide down to her lower hole, teasing it as her clitoris winks in frustrated arousal.
- “This one is so much more fun.”
- >Your two fingers sink deep into her ass, and Fluttershy nearly screams as you bring your other hand to her clit,
- >massaging her rapidly-winking button as you piston your fingers into her ass.
- >”Ah… Anon… please don’t –“
- “Shhh, it’s okay, Fluttershy. Come.”
- >You pinch and tweak her exposed pleasure button as your fingers sink into her colon,
- >and she spasms in mindless glee as a flood of sticky fluids stain her coat and your pants.
- “There’s a good little pony.”
- >You gently remove Fluttershy from your lap, and place her down before finding a towel in her bathroom.
- >Rubbing down her coat, you clean the exhausted Pegasus of her mess,
- >doing your best to pat down the couch of her sticky, fragrant juices.
- >Your jeans are a different story. Oh well.
- >At least it gives you an excuse to take them off.
- >”A… Anon?” Fluttershy is lying on the couch, still quite tired from her experience.
- “Oh, I almost forgot to mention this. Do any of our friends seem particularly likely to have… sex toys?
- Or at least, know where I can get them from.”
- >”Huh? I heard… Pinkie mention it once or twice… you know, girl talk. Why?”
- “For your training. Now, let’s get you someplace more comfortable, Fluttershy.”
- >You take her and cradle her in your arms, heading into the bedroom and lying her on the fresh sheets.
- >You pull off your shirt and underwear, and Shy raises her rump in turn.
- “Hmm, actually, Fluttershy, I was thinking of trying something else.”
- >You lie down on the bed next to her.
- “Come over and sit on top of me, would you?”
- >”Huh? O-okay. What do you have in mind?”
- >Fluttershy is straddling your groin, your turgid dick pointing straight into the air.
- “Get me nice and wet, if you could.”
- >”Sure thing.” She leans down and licks the shaft of your cock,
- >bathing you with her tongue as you watch with approval.
- “Good girl.”
- >She looks up at you, and you take her by the flanks, positioning her ass squarely over your penis,
- >before you slide her down onto you, burying yourself in the depths of her butt.
- “Now, Shy, ride me like your life depended on it.”
- >She lifts herself off of you before sinking back down, her forehooves pressed against your chest for leverage,
- >and gets into a pleasant rhythm of impaling herself upon you every few seconds.
- >As much as you want to run your hands along her flanks, push her onto you with your own power,
- >this is all a part of testing her, after all.
- >Her face quickly bears a look of orgasmic ecstasy, and you bring her down in for a wet, passionate kiss;
- >pony stamina is nothing like your own, you recall with satisfaction.
- >After several dozens seconds of endlessly riding your cock, Fluttershy does something that surprises even you -
- >she unfurls her wings and flaps them ever so slightly,
- >rising off of your dick with every beat before sinking back down.
- >She’s able to increase her tempo to a furious, frenzied pace,
- >slamming herself on top of you every single second, and soon, she cries out in another shuddering orgasm.
- >The tightness of her warm, silky tunnel around your dick, as she convulses in pleasure,
- >is the best feeling you’ve ever experienced.
- >She seems quite tired out, but you’re not finished.
- >You grab her by the flanks and piston yourself into her,
- >relentlessly taking your pleasure from the overwhelmed pony’s wonderful butt.
- >Fucking her as hard as you can, her face twists again and again into a look of bliss;
- >the squeezing of her muscles around your hilted cock eventually sends you over the edge,
- >and the two of you share an ecstatic peak as you spurt a jet of warm, gooey semen into the depths of her colon.
- >The two of you lie together for several minutes,
- >Fluttershy wrecked by the overwhelming gauntlet of orgasms she experienced.
- >Hm. You check the clock and see fifteen past six.
- >Your lover, for her part, appears quite capable of sleeping through the evening if you were to let her;
- >that’s not quite what you have in mind.
- >You get up and set her alarm clock for 7 PM,
- >before going out to the living room and retrieving a book from your discarded jacket.
- >You find a quill and paper and write her a message –
- >”Dear Fluttershy,
- >Sorry to run off like this, but we both have to work in the morning.
- >This book is an introductory guide to BDSM,
- >and you are to read chapters one and six by the time I return tomorrow evening.
- >It will help you learn about and prepare yourself for the role of being a slave,
- >and though I will not enforce every point it recommends, I am sure you will find it instructive nonetheless.
- >With Love, Anonymous.”
- >You place the book next to the alarm clock and lay the note on top of it.
- >Taking one last glance at your beautiful Fluttershy,
- >you lean down and plant a light kiss on her softly-sleeping forehead.
- >You then get back into your clothes and take your leave.
- ***
- >”Sorry Anonymous, Sugarcube Corner’s about to close.”
- “I’m actually here to see Pinkie Pie.”
- >”Oh, okay. I think she’s in her room. You can head on up if ya want.”
- “Thanks, Mrs. Cake.”
- >You stomp up the steps to Pinkie’s room and knock on her door.
- >…
- >”Hello?” Pinkie’s face lights up with recognition. ”Oh! Anonymous! What’s up?”
- “Heya, Pinkie, can I, uh, step inside for a second?”
- >”Sure thing.” You close the door behind the two of you. “Whaddaya need?”
- “Well, this might be a bit embarrassing, but, uh, d’you have any, um… sex toys?”
- >Pinkie blinks slowly on her bed. “Ya want dildos?”
- “Uh, no, actually something more along the lines of a butt plug, and, and anal beads, maybe.”
- >”Whatever floats your boat. I think I’ve got some stuff…”
- “Oh, they’re not for me, I’m Fluttershy’s boyfriend, remember?”
- >”But wait… then why do you need them?”
- “What… I just said they’re not for me, they’re for Flutter –“
- >”Why would Fluttershy need sex toys if she has a boyfriend???”
- “Well why do YOU have them, then!?”
- >”’Cause I don’t have a BOYFRIEND!”
- “WHY ARE WE YELLING???”
- >”…”
- >”Oh right, that is a bit silly. So you say Fluttershy needs butt plugs and anal beads for some reason?”
- “That’s exactly what I’m saying, Pinkie.”
- >”If you say so.”
- >Of course, it isn’t exactly the truth –
- >Fluttershy won’t know what she needs until you bury it in deep in her butt for the hundredth time.
- >Pinkie climbs down and rummages under her bed.
- >”Needin’ butt plugs when you have a boyfriend… that mare is so – oh! Here they are!”
- >Pinkie Pie wriggles out with a box of toys in hoof, and plops it onto her bed for you to take a look.
- >She has a moderate stash, and your eyes are drawn to a thick, black, silicone plug,
- >with a flat base and narrow neck to keep it secure. You estimate the insertable length to be about five inches,
- >and the width at its widest point to be maybe two.
- >You also notice a thin row of beads, linked by thin plastic connectors on a rigid chain.
- >There are around eight of them, maybe half an inch in diameter each.
- >You suppose these will be good gifts for her to start out.
- “Can I have these two, Pinkie?”
- >”Sure thing! I don’t use ‘em all that much.”
- >You begin to take out your wallet –
- >”Huh? You don’t need to pay me, silly! Just take them. Don’t worry about it.”
- “If you say so, Pinkie.”
- >You hide the toys in your jacket.
- “Uh, don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”
- >”Sure thing. It’ll be our little secret.”
- “…”
- “See ya, Pinkie.”
- >With that, you slip the toys into your jacket and take your leave from Sugarcube Corner.
- ***
- >*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
- “Aaah! Whassat?”
- >The alarm clock startles you as it forces you awake, and you’re still tired from earlier.
- >You poke your head out and look around for Anonymous. He isn’t there.
- >Wait… seven o’clock??? Did you sleep all night???
- >Oh no, you forgot to check the animals, didn’t you? What if someone was hurt, or…
- >Wait. You squint into the alarm clock and see it’s only seven in the evening.
- >You turn it off. Did Anon do this?
- >Suddenly, you notice something else on the table.
- >”Dear Fluttershy…”
- >You read through the note. Huh.
- >Stretching out your wings from an awkwardly-positioned nap, you pick up the book Anonymous wants you to read.
- >”Reins: A Beginner’s Guide to the BDSM Lifestyle”.
- >Huh. You tuck it under your arm and head out to the living room,
- >a bit sore from his incredible treatment just a short time ago.
- >First things first, though. You step out into your living room, and – “
- “Oh, hello, Angel.”
- >Your pet bunny is tapping his foot, making a scowling face as he stands on the back of your couch.
- “What is it?
- >He pulls your box of gift chocolates from behind his back, pointing at it angrily.
- “Angel! That was a gift from Anonymous, please don’t mess with it…”
- >He throws it down and crosses his arms.
- “Is this about Anonymous?”
- >The tiny bunny nods vigorously.
- “Well, I’m sorry, Angel, but we really love each other. You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t like him…”
- >Oh, Angel. You walk past him and out your back door, eager to check if anyone is in need of attention.
- >You hear a raspberry behind you as you step into your yard.
- >Gliding gracefully through the pasture, you check on the squirrels, mice,
- >rabbits, and all the other creatures who live on the edge of the Everfree.
- >Hmm. You wonder if those baby sparrows were doing okay,
- >but you think better of disturbing them at such a young age.
- >Unusual for the fields to be so empty… but it is a Sunday evening, after all.
- >You’re sure all the animals are just enjoying a quiet evening with their loved ones.
- >That reminds you. Anon did say you should have that book read by tomorrow evening…
- >This seems like a perfect opportunity. You fly back to your cottage and alight on the porch…
- >…to find a very mad-looking bunny flipping through the pages of a small black book on your coffee table.
- “Angel! Bad boy, that doesn’t belong to you!”
- >He notices you, and pulls up the book to reveal a picture of two pony silhouettes, one leading the other on a leash.
- >Pushing it into your face, he points at the submissive pony, and stares into your eyes.
- “S…so what… Yes, maybe I DO want that. Maybe it’s what I’ve ALWAYS wanted, you couldn’t understand!”
- >Angel sighs, dropping the book down and jumping off and out the door.
- >That bunny is just so stubborn sometimes… Oh well.
- >You grab the book and take a seat on your couch.
- >Flipping through the pages, you’re spellbound by the strange and unique expressions of sexuality they present;
- >collars, leashes, gags, toys… you’ve never really hit it off with another pony after all,
- >and you study this book’s precepts with rapt attention.
- >Chapter 6 contains a long section intended for future slaves;
- >you internalize its lessons on obedience and subservience –
- >”…always remember that as a slave, one’s primary goal is providing for one’s Master’s pleasure;
- >at the same time, a talented and responsible Master is receptive to feedback,
- >so one should always keep one’s owner apprised of their condition,
- >to ensure a safe and satisfying partnership for all parties…”
- >It isn’t all lectures, though, and you soon find yourself tingling from the more… intimate passages in the book.
- >Descriptions of bound and subservient ponies being helplessly used excites you more than you’d ever admit,
- >and you instinctively feel your hoof slipping down to your crotch,
- >rubbing gentle circles around your sensitive, winking button as you fantasize about submitting to Anonymous.
- >His warm, smooth skin pressed against your fur, powerful arms cradling you against his chest,
- >keeping you safe and protected as he thrusts deep into your butt,
- >nearly-endless endurance overwhelming your frail and sensitive body…
- “N…ngh!”
- >Your legs tremble as a quaking orgasm washes over you, thoughts of your beloved filling your head.
- >You can hardly wait for tomorrow to arrive.
- >Taking your book, you head to your room, tucking into the sheets that smell faintly of your favorite Human.
- >Hmm… checking the clock, you can still fit in an hour or so of reading.
- >You randomly open on a page labeled “The Inconspicuous Use of Toys in Public”.
- “Oooh…”
- Fin
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