FNF 7.2 - Princess Denial 2 & Sneezyshy

Anon; Orgasm Denial, or really any training of a pony as a submissive.

>Day… five?
>Maybe six.
>It’s become difficult to tell as your internal clock has gone completely crazy since arriving in Canterlot.
 >More specifically, since you met with the Royal Retainer.
>Anonymous.
>His name lingers on your lips, but your mouth is too dry to even manage murmuring it.
>You need water.
>Normally it would be a simple issue of walking to the sink, or a pump, asking Spike or even using your magic to levitate a glass into the kitchen.
>But you’ve been blindfolded for the past three days.
>…Or is it five?
>As soon as you entered the room to meet with him, he disabled you with a flick of his wrist.
>You could still feel the thrumming in your nethers, an electric shock that started with the earrings that he provided you with and trailed all the way down to your clenching gash.
>Unable to resist, you could only whimper as he placed an iron ring around your horn, preventing you from using your magic, and tied a blindfold taut around your eyes.
>Ever since he’s been tending to your every need like you’re some helpless foal.
>And it makes your heart hammer in your chest, begging for more.
>You give a half hearted croak of distress.
>Within a few minutes, you feel a straw placed against your lower lip and eagerly suckle away to get at the water within.
>When the bitter taste hits your tongue, you slow your ravenous slurping.
>That’s right; there are two fluids he’s feeding you.
>One is water; that was easy enough to figure out.
>But the other is different, thick and slightly salty, but the texture is delightful on your tongue.
>While it does little for your thirst, you make a show of rolling it around in your mouth, staring vacantly ahead into the veiled darkness.
>Gulping down the mystery drink, you wait patiently with your mouth hanging open until the straw is pressed against your lips again.
>Ah, that’s better.
>Your stomach grumbles in hungry protest as the water slides down the back of your throat, taking the bitter taste with it.
>At last feeling as though you can speak, though you remain silent a while longer to gather your thoughts.
>Though you can’t see him, or use your magic to sense him, your flesh prickles at the proximity of the male human.
>You’ve become so accustomed to his smell, even to the taste of him in the air that you can tell at least what direction he’s standing in.
>Reason breaks through at last.
>You can’t stay here.
>Your friends and Spike must be worried sick about you.
>Though, considering he already has the Royal Sisters in his sensual… s-sinister! grip, you can’t help but think they’ve already come up with an excuse for your time away.
>Still, as an intelligent creature, he must be aware that what he’s doing is wrong.
>As Celestia’s student… and as a Princess, it’s your responsibility to set this right.
“A-”
>Your voice is strangely foreign to your own ears, forcing you to pause long enough to collect yourself again.
“Anonymous.  This, this isn’t right.”
>A lengthy silence settles in.
>After an eternity, you begin to squirm in obvious discomfort.
>You can still sense him nearby, but the air is thick with disapproval which makes your subtle jerks even worse.
>Perhaps, it would have been better if you hadn’t said anything.
>“What do you mean it isn’t right?”
>The sound of his voice sends your heart fluttering about in your chest again.
>For a moment, you lose your train of thought as you relish in the sound of his voice, but are quick to get back on track.
“What you’re doing, Anonymous, we’re sentient beings just like you, and-”
>“No.”
>The cold, flat tone sends a shiver down your spine.
>Despite your desire to, you can’t seem to bring yourself to fire back at him.
>“You might be intelligent, sure, but don’t you dare put yourself on the same level as me.”
>Your cheeks burn with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation as you attempt to push back.
“But…”
>“I already said no.”
>Somehow your lip finds its way between your teeth as you keep yourself from speaking again.
>Another lapse of silence before the human speaks again.
>“Celestia told me about you.  I imagine you want to know why?”
>Not wanting to earn his ire again, you nod mutely.
>The man sighs and there’s a clatters of chair legs against the stone floor.
>You flinch in response as the sound rings in your sensitive ears.
>“Well, to keep it simple, as far as I’m concerned every creature on this rock is my pet.”
“P-p-”
>Sputtering helplessly, you try to wrap your tongue around the word, but Anonymous hushes you with a hiss.
>“Where I come from, animals are subservient to man.”
“But, we’re not animals, we’re just like you!”
>There’s a moment of silence, and then you feel the warm touch of his fingers against your ear.
>You gasp, shuddering under the affectionate touch and helplessly guiding yourself deeper into the rough pads of his fingers.
>As you whimper, his digits trail down through your mane and along the slope of your neck.
>It’s utterly delightful and you can’t help but whine as he pulls himself away.
>His smile is evident, even in his voice, as he questions you.
>“What’s the matter?”
>Your mind races to come up with a suitable intelligent answer.
>After all, this was your chance to show him that you weren’t simply some beast of burden, but an intelligent creature in your own right.
>Perhaps, then he would stop teasing you and put you at your rightful place beside him.
>No!
>Shaking your head, you attempt to knock loose the stray thought, but it quickly gets replaced with others.
>He knew exactly what he was doing, knowing your body better than even you did.
>Maybe he was right.
>But, you knew you had reason on your side…
>With your mind whirring, you went with the first answer you could come up with to prevent yourself from slipping further down this line of thought.
“Wh-why did you stop?”
>Your voice carries a pitiful tone that you didn’t intend, making you sound like a needy foal rather than an intelligent young mare.
>Stupid, stupid Twilight.
>“See what I mean?”
>Cheeks flush again with embarrassment and shame, you squirm and scowl.
“I am smart, I am!”
>“Oh, I have no doubt about that.  The sisters make for excellent company on long nights, but they know their place.  Under me.”
>The thought of your mentor sprawled out across a bed, her tongue lolling lewdly from the side of her mouth as Anonymous works her over with his fingers flashes through your mind.
>For a moment, you can almost see yourself in her position.
>And you want it.
>Whimpering, you feel your nethers clench in protest, or perhaps delight, and the pace of your breathing increases.
“P-ponies… we’re the same…”
>“You’re my lesser, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
>You shudder as his fingers find their way onto your muzzle, but make no move to pull away.
>“Ponies should serve their owners.”
“Ponies should…”
>Be the same.
“Serve…”
>Be.
>The.
>Same.
“Their…”
>Your heart thuds in your chest as you try to catch your rogue tongue between your teeth, but it seems that the only rational part of your body left is your head as you feel a steady warmth settle into your limbs as you curl the final word off your lips
“Owners…”
>Vaginal muscles clench in a near orgasm as you pant helplessly, accompanied by the sensation of your eyes rolling backwards.
>Ever so close, but the peak never comes.
>You whimper and attempt to drag your hoof along the sensitive lower lips, but find the action useless.
>Anonymous chuckles and shakes his head.
>“Well, you may have finally gotten your act together, but I still don’t think your head’s on straight.  You’re going to have a lot of catching up to do in order to get over this final hump.”
>Despite his words, your pawing becomes more frantic, and he laughs again.
>“It’s not going to work, Twilight.  I’m in charge here, remember?”
>At last convinced you are no longer in charge of your own pleasure, you sigh and pull your hoof away.
>Settling your lips into a thin line, you wait as Anonymous removes the blindfold.
>Still seething mentally, you fix him with a glare.
“And what is it I need to do?”
>Anonymous rubs his chin for a few moments…
>And then shrugs.
>“I’m not too sure yet, but I’m sure I’ll think of something.”
>He pauses just long enough to give you a sly grin.
>“Eventually.”
“Wh-what the heck does that mean!?”
>So much for maintaining composure.
>The tightness in your loins continues to ache as the seconds go by, leaving you a continually squirming mess.
“I, I need to have this taken care of, before I go back to Ponyville!”
>“No you don’t.”
>Anonymous laughs and waves his hand.
>You feel yourself seize up a little in response.
>“Your ‘release’ will be on my time table, not yours little pet.”
>Deft fingers reach down and remove the ring from your horn.
>Magic flows back through your body unabated once again.
>You glower at the human, attempting to work up a spell to give you the advantage over him, but find your brain too addled by the creeping sensation to focus.
>Instead, you settle for trying to burn him to a crisp with your eyes.
>“Well, it’s been a pleasant visit, Twilight.  I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”
>Though you don’t have to focus to back it up right now, you fire right back.
“And I’ll be keeping an eye on you too.”
>He grins, clearly not intimidated and chuckles.
>“Oh spunk, how much fun.  I’m going to enjoy breaking that out of you.”
>Before he gets anymore ideas, you huff and storm out of the basement.
>You flinch in the dying light outside, fully intending to tell your friends exactly what’s going on.
>Perhaps, with the Elements of Harmony, you can set things right.
>Or at least give the human a good thrashing.
>…After he agrees to lift whatever’s keeping you from orgasming, of course.
>There’s a hitch to your step as you make your way to the station, earning more than a few stares.
>But the more distance you put between yourself and the Castle, the less intense the pleasurable feelings become.
>By the time the train is rolling out of the station, your nethers have simply reached a dull ache, easy enough to ignore.
>And as the throbbing recedes, your thoughts come back to the fore.
>Anonymous already had access to the Royal Pony sisters, and likely Princess Cadence as well.
>And if he’s able to control them, who knows what he might do to you if you stand up to him in a visible coup.
>The Elements of Harmony might be useless if he can overpower you.
>Perhaps focusing on Anonymous was not the best thing to do at this moment.
>Better then to wait for an opportunity to capitalize on.
>Yes… that would be best.
“Fine, you upright monkey, I’ll play your game.  But don’t think we’re done yet.”
>Crossing your hooves over your chest, you watch the scenery go by, struggling between two worlds.
>One of reason, of right, knowing that you are equal to any other creature.
>And the other, a world of promised delight.
>You shudder at the memory of how you slipped.
>Never again.
>Not ever…

Anon; Sneezing would be nice.

>Day Rape[spoiler]seed[/spoiler] in Equestria
>Springtime in Ponyville!
>You take a deep breath, thrusting your chest outward as it swells.
>The taste of fresh air, you savor it for several seconds before letting it loose back into the wind.
>Nothing quite like it.
>Removed from the droll nature of Earth, you’ve taken to country life as best you can manage.
>You weren’t sure how you were going to make it at first, but as a Monsanto employee, you were lucky enough to be carrying around seeds of various genetically modified plants prior to your arrival.
>Clearly a sign that you are destined for greatness!
>A few weeks ago you had planted rapeseed, fully intending to harvest it for cooking oil in the fall.
>To your surprise, the plants practically grew up over night and were now ready for the first harvest.
>It’s a pain, removing them in small bunches, but you’ll be damned if you’re not going to end up planting a good chunk of these and waiting for them to grow in as well.
>You’ll be able to grow your harvest exponentially!
>With a happy smile you continue on your way, right up until you hear a sniffling voice cut through the joyful tune coming from your lips.
>”U-uhm… *snort* excuse me, An-An-”
>Turning, you see Fluttershy turn her nose up in a cute manner before rubbing her hoof against her nose.
“Yes, Fluttershy?”
>Another swipe at her muzzle and the yellow pegasus continues.
>“Um, well, I was wondering i-i-if you could tell me what you were growing there.”
“This?”
>You smile at the sniffling shudderbug.
“This is my one way ticket to ridiculous wealth.  It’s called rapeseed.”
>The bleary eyes of the pegasus shoot wide as you say the name.
>“Oh, oh dea-dear.  That won’t do at all!  Anonymous, don’t you know that p-p”
>Unable to hold back anymore, Fluttershy gives a short, quiet but harsh sneeze, shaking her head as she frowns at you.
>“Ponies are ALLERGIC to rapeseed?”
“Huh… really?”
>The miserably looking butterball gives a sad nod and snorts through her nose on an inhale.



>“And, I’m not so sure it’s… um… it might not be… I mean…”
>Oh jeez, here she goes.
>Mare can’t even get a decent bit of criticism out of her system without apologizing.
>At last, Fluttershy glances at the ground and shuffles her feet, breathing through her mouth at this point as her nose is too stopped up.
>“W-what if your seeds don’t take to Equestrian soil?”
>You buzz your lips and laugh, which only causes the sniffling pony to shuffle back a short distance.
“I’m sorry Fluttershy, but do you see these plants?  They’re super crops!  I’ll make a fortune off product sales alone!”
>The yellow mare sinks lower, like a beaten dog chancing a glance up at her owner.
>“B-but…”
“Nope.  Rapeseed stays.”
>And just to emphasize your point, you flick some of the crop in her direction.
>Fluttershy squeals in terror as it lands on her muzzle, sending her into a sneezing fit.
>Her face twists and contorts as she sneezes five times in rapid succession, each worse than the last.
>With tears in her eyes, she sobs and makes a break for the middle of town as soon as she gets her breath back.
>Stupid ponies.
>What could possibly go wrong?
>
>
>
>Three days later, you take out your journal and begin to write.
>‘Day three since the rapeseed crop came in.
I can no longer get out of my house; there are simply too many plants in my yard and I have a tendency to get lost.
>Whenever I try to cut my way through, it grows right back, and when I try to force my way out, I have the strangest feeling that the rapeseed is turning me around while I’m walking.
>I’m running low on food, and I believe my worst fears may be true.
>The rape seed has become sentient.’
>You pause long enough to glance outside as the lush plant life grows up over your window, sending you deeper into darkness.
>Snorting, you rub a finger under your nose and sigh.
>‘I also believe I too am allergic to rapeseed.
>Thanks Obama.’
>It’s going to be a long wait until winter…