Pet Bloom 2 [mlp]

>Wake up and crawl out of bed.
>Another day of training. But things are going rather well you think.
>After about two weeks, Applebloom is so clean she looks almost like little royalty, and is getting so used to the plug she can wear it the entire day.
>The use of small rituals and meaningless orders like "Touch your snout.", along with positive and negative reinforcement have begun to condition her to associate your orders with happiness.
>She almost doesn't even think about following the simple orders you give at this point, simply doing them.
>Hell, she's even begun associating baths with pleasure.
>Heading to her room, you find a good sign.
>The little filly is comfortable enough in her new life that she's actually laying down to sleep again. Her instincts no longer keeping her prepared for fight or flight.
>Figuring that that's as good a sign as any, you decide that today you'll be ramping up her training a bit.
>Nudging her sides, the filly wakes with a cute yawn. She takes a moment to gain her bearings before looking up at you with a small smile.
"Come on Bloom, we've got a big day ahead of us."
>After letting her handle her business, you bathe the little filly before presenting her first surprise for the day.
>A new, larger plug.
>Your pet looks at it wide eyed for a moment before you get her attention.
"Present."
>Jumping to attention, she quickly turns around, her tail flopped all the way back.
>Lubing the toy and her perky ponut, you press the toy to her rear, but opt to simply tease.
>A few moments of this has her excited and anxious, her body twitching with youthful impatience.

>"Come on! Are ya gonna do it or not?"
>Well, can't ignore that.
>With a push, the plug starts moving in.
>While it does resist a bit, Applebloom now spends more time wearing one than not, and her hungry hole devours the new toy.
>She moans as it slide in down to the base, giving a couple of winks, and small filly squirt as well.
"Now look at that!" You exclaim. "That's what a good pony looks like."
>"Course. Ah'm the the goodest pony around."
>You respond with a light slap on the fillys blank flank, eliciting a small squeal.
"Now don't get too proud of yourself, Applebloom. You've got a long ways to go."
>"Yes sir." she responds with a hint of disappointment.
>Breakfast goes by uneventfully, and you leave Applebloom to clean up while you gather a few things for the day.
>Looking outside, the tall trees ever shade the town in darkness, made darker by the calming overcast beyond them.
>It takes some getting used to, but it will make it easier to transition Bloom into what you have planned.
>Stepping back in, you see the filly has finished her job and is milling about.
>Calling her over, you give her a pat on the head and give her a surprise.
>The collar snaps shut with a click, taking the pony by surprise.
>"What was that, Anon?"
"It's your first collar, of course. Your training has been going so well, I figured you earned it."
>She seems uncertain about such a visual indicator of her status. But you also treated it as a reward, and she seems to finally settle on appreciation.
>"Thank you sir, ah love it." She claims.
>While you're not sure you believe her, she musters up a decent bit of enthusiasm.

"I'm glad you like it, Bloom. Now come along, we've got things to do today."
>"Uh..outside? With the collar? And the thing in my fanny?"
"Yeah. Is that a problem?"
>She struggles for a moment while deciding her wording.
>”Ah’m just...embarrassed is all.”
>Taking a knee, you look her in the eyes and try to sound hurt.
“Bloom, I didn’t know you were ashamed of me.”
>”What? No, ah didn’t mean that! Ah meant that… Ah dunno.”
“So you’ll do it then?”
>”Uhh, sure, ah guess.”
>You consider attacking her uncertainty, but decide against it. Young and impressionable as she may be, guilt and disappointment has its limits.
>Well, at least for now. It’ll get more done the longer you know and condition her.
>Instead, you simply lean in and give her a kiss on the lips.
>The filly is a little surprised, but quickly gets into it, leaning closer into you.
>Her breath is heavy and thick, a combined scent and smell of hay clinging tightly to the air.
>Breaking off, you hold close and allow her to “share your breath”. An important and intimate action for ponies.
>When you inhale, she exhales. When you exhale, she inhales.
>In, out. In, out. The two of you trade wet air as she becomes lost in the moment.
>She barely moves as you pull away, still adrift in a bliss that’s only broken when you tug on the leash you attached during the event.
>With all the things rush through her mind, she offers little resistance.

>For almost three hours you march the filly up and down the back roads of the small, eternally gloomy town.
>She chatters almost constantly, of course. At least, when she’s not ducking away in hopes of not being seen on a leash by the few others walking these roads.
>Aside from an endless barrage of thoughts on things she could possibly get her cutie mark in, the big topic of the day is why you’re dragging her around in circles on a leash.
>The main reason is that you want to ease this now stunningly beautiful filly into exhibitionism.
>You want everyone to know she’s yours. That you own her. Mind, body, and soul.
>And you want her to love that fact.
>That’s not what you tell her, though.
>Most of the time she asks, you answer with some variation of “We need to break your new plug in” or “We’ve been so busy, you’ve barely gotten to go out for exercise.”.
>The first is usually accompanied by you pushing on the toy with your foot, earning you a moan or two.
>Neither excuse was anything close to a lie, just not the whole truth.
>Finally though, you think you’ve done enough for a single day and decide to move to the next thing on the list.
>Taking another knee, you bring her into another kiss and breath sharing session to relax her a bit.
>As you finally pull away, you begin to speak.
“You’ve been a very good girl today, Applebloom. I’m very proud of you.”

>”Aww. Thank ya Anon, sir. Ah’m tryin.”
>You give her a pet and a smile in response.
“It certainly shows. Now, we need to go into the town for real now-”
>Her breath seems to catch in her throat, just a bit, before you continue.
“But since you were so good, I’ll take the leash off. But the collar stays on. Alright?”
>Applebloom is very quick to nod.
>”That sounds good! Thanks.”
>Undoing the leash, you beckon the filly to follow as you head in.
>As usual, the filly turns heads and causes a few “unsheathed swords”.
>Not due to her status, which wasn’t uncommon. Or her age, which was perfectly acceptable.
>Nor even the explicit and open nature of her training, which was both public knowledge in the town and not overly rare in the nation.
>It was her looks. Your hygienic standards had created an almost immaculately beautiful pony by the current standards of this world.
>She’s gonna confuse the hell out of some poor time traveler someday.
>Which is actually part of why you’re in town.
>Up until now, you’ve been putting off doing her hair and hooves.
>But it’s time you got it out of the way.
>Mostly it was getting dead ends cut and the nics and cracks filed from the hooves.
>You had them leave the fetlocks be however.
>Throughout it, Bloom manages to protect her modesty, much to the (“doctor”)barber’s annoyance.
>Hard to cut a tail when you can’t touch it.
>Still, it gets done, and the next stop is the local blacksmith.
>You’d made some commissions earlier you need to pick up.

>First was a quad of hoof cups. Silver sides with steel horseshoes, worn in the same way as the Canterlot regalia, but with different styles in the ornate decorations.
>It still felt like a bit much, but honestly, you really did like this filly, so what the hell.
>The second thing was a simple silver stud. A dock piercing.
>Not for here, of course. You’re not comfortable with anyone around here poking holes in someones flesh. You might not even do it at all. But you have the option.
>After standard checks that the cups fit, you paid the smith and left.
>As you walk back towards the house, you can’t help but look at the filly.
>So young, so trusting, yet thrust into such an adult situation by her culture.
>Still, considering their current societal level, there’s a lot worse turns her life could have taken.
>As this though passes your mind, Applebloom notices your staring, and gives you a concerned smile.
>”Somethin wrong mister Anon?”
“Hmm? Nah. Just thinking…. Say, Applebloom. Since you’ve been such a good little filly, how’d you like to eat out today? Then we could stop by the market and you can pick out something nice.
>She bounces like, well, an excited little girl.
>“Ah’d like that!”
>Petting her and smiling, you head out to get some food.