Perfect Pony Pet 2 [mlp]

>You wake to a chill and the wonderful sensation of Lyra's mouth work on your dick.
>This was pretty much routine, you'd tell her what time you wanted to be up, and this is how you preferred to be woken.
>Not that she complained, being the way she is.
>You may be awake now, but that's no reason to get up just yet.
>Her significant change in head size makes this much different than it was just yesterday.
>Gone are the days of vigorous throat fucking you suppose, but that big strong tongue and those amazingly dextrous lips are more than making up for it right now.
>Adjusting yourself for comfort, you let her work at you for a while as you pet her mane to compliment her.
>Finally though, you feel you're about to cum, so you grab her horn to take charge and push down.
>She looks up at you as you do, with those pretty golden eyes reflecting dimly in the early morning light.
>You begin working her horn a bit, causing her to let out a deep moan, the added vibration pushing you over the edge as you finish directly onto her wonderful tongue.
>Rising with a small gulp, she gives you an almost innocent smile.
>"Mornin Anon, time to wake up."
>Simply smiling, you pull her back down for another round.
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>Two plasterings of her face and a "horngasm" later, you finally feel ready to start the day.
>And first thing you need to do today? See how big her new toys should be.

>After having her handle proper hygiene for the task, you take place behind her.
Alright Lyra, just let me know if I'm being too rough or hurting you.
>"I remember how it works sir. I don't want something too uncomfortable, right?"
>A small pat of the rear, and her tail is out of the way.
>Grabbing a bottle of lube, you begin readying your arm for a fantastic spelunking adventure.
>Since this is all to check what size toys she'll be wearing, you're rather light on the lube.
>A little around that pretty doughnut, and you start working your hand in.
>Your fingers go in quite easily as expected, and she spreads her legs wide to make sure you have plenty of room to....do whatever you want really.
>Lyra wouldn't have it any other way.
>By the time you're wrist deep, you can clearly feel, see, and smell her excitement.
>It honestly feels like your hand is being crushed a bit.
>You give a halfhearted attempt to pull it out, only to find you can't. She's practically pulling you in.
>Seeing no other direction, you start pushing deeper, meeting no resistance, you manage to get about half of your upper arm in.
>"S..sir, that's enough. I don't think I can handle anything deeper."
>With your free hand, you mark that down, then move on to thickness.
>Opening your hand inside of her proves challenging given how hard she seems to clamp, but doable.
>Eventually you manage open your hand wide enough you could palm a baseball before she says something.

>"Ow ow ow. Okay, that's good, no more please. Pretty please?
>While you won't risk hurting her, you decide you can still have some fun.
>Using a little force, you pump your arm in and out of her for a while, the warmth and tightness actually a bit enjoyable, bringing many dirty thoughts to your mind.
>Lyra's head is hanging just above the floor as she tries to catch her breath.
>Knowing exactly what she wants, NO, what she NEEDS, you flex your hand a little, this time dancing your fingers deep inside her, your others gliding roughly over her haunches.
>The previously crushing force becomes honestly painful, if only slightly, as she cums, releasing a large amount of mare cum onto your feet.
>"S..sorry sir" She manages through gasps and ragged breath.
No problem. We got everything we need now. Just relax.
>She does her best. It takes a minute or two, but you finally manage to get your arm out of her rear, the air outside it now feeling like ice compared to her hot interior.
>After that experience, you have to give that hole a whirl.
Alright Lyra, on the ground.
>She instantly complies, and you get into position.
>Slipping in with ease, you find yourself surprised at how tight she is, despite how large she is and what you just did to this hole.
>You would have never thought "tight" and "giant horse ass" to be two things that go together.
>At any rate, you both still manage to have some fun, and you unload inside her.
>The two of you clean up together, and you give her a full coat brushing for being such a good girl.

>With your morning business taken care of, you decide to handle breakfast today.
>A LOT of breakfast it turns out, which she happily chomps down on, her appetite fitting her new body.
>With breakfast over, you're currently getting Lyra ready for a day of riding.
>Saddle, reins, saddlebags stuffed with food and your "tools" of the day.
Lyra.
>"Yeah Anon?"
Make sure you're not forgetting anything, because we're gonna be out for most of the day.
>She plops down for a little and puts on an exaggerated "thinking face", before running inside all surprised.
>A couple of minutes later she walks out levitating her Lyre before tucking it into one of her saddlebags.
>"Can't forget this bad boy now can I? I figured I'd get some practice in later. If, uhh, if you'll allow it sir.."
>Simply smiling, she seems to get everything she needs to know and smiles in turn.
>Everything handled, you climb onto her back and position yourself properly.
Alright Lyra, here's how this works. I direct you with the reins and my own movement, you follow.
>"Why can't you just tell me where you want to go?"
I thought you wanted to go the whole way with this, do it right.
>She recoils a bit.
>"I do, yeah. Sorry, sir, I was just curious."
>You reach forward and pat her head to calm her down.
You need to learn to respond to direction without needing many vocal cues, in this kind of pairing, it can be faster than talking. Understand?
>"Yes sir."
Okay then.
>You give her a squeeze on the belly with your legs.
Squeezing means go or faster.
>You tug the reins around a bit.
These give direction, including stop.
>You give the reins a snap.
And that means I want you to gallop. And that's the bare basics we'll need right now. Got all of that?

>"Yes sir!" She says with a very determined and enthusiastic tone.
>Grabbing the reins, you give her sides a squeeze.
>"Okay, umm, squeeze means go."
>She moves forward a little slowly, but you let it pass, she's still getting used to both of your weights after all.
>When you reach a decent field for running you squeeze again.
Faster Lyra.
>"Sir!"
>She must have assumed you meant to gallop, because she just takes off.
>You're having trouble not falling, and you're holding to the reins for dear life, tugging and shouting.
WOAH WOAH WOAH STOP!
>She skids to a halt, launching you forward and over her and hard into the ground.
>"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD! ANON ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
Ugh, yeah I'm fine, stop your yelling.
>Instantly, you find yourself in a her magic as she pulls you up and hugs you so hard you're worried she'll crush you. Not to mention her swinging you from side to side.
>"Oh Anon, I'm sooooooo sorry, I thought I'd killed you."
*cough* It's fine Lyra. *cough* Just let go of me.
>You stumble back as she lets you go with an embarrassed squeak.
>Looking yourself over, you seem fine other than some scrapes and bruises, and a long, but very shallow cut along your arm from her horn as you flew over her.
>"I'm in trouble aren't I?"
Yep, but I'll save it for later. On your hooves, we're gonna try this again.
>"Alright Anon, *sniff* but I really don't wanna hurt you again."
>She's doing that over the top crying thing. Time for damage control.

>Wrapping your arms around her neck, you squeeze and get a nuzzle in return.
Now Lyra, I'm not hurt. We just need to practice is all...I think we'll hold off on hurdle jumps though.
>"Heh, yeah. probably for the best."
>After wiping her tears away, you climb onto her back again, ready to ride.
Alright, so lets go over this again. You speed up a LITTLE each time I squeeze. Snapping the reins means start galloping.
>"Yeah, I..I said I was sorry."
Just making sure you understand. If you're already moving and I squeeze, what do you do?
>"Go a little faster?"
Exactly, a LITTLE faster. Alright, let's start again.
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>Anon fiddles with the reins a bit before you feel them tighten.
>You simply relax, eagerly awaiting your Master's command.
>A squeeze, right, move.
>You start walking, and he squeezes again, and again, and again.
>Moving faster each time, you're soon up to a slow gallop.
>He doesn't say what he wants you to do, he uses the reins, his legs, and when you mess up, the crop.
>He is NOT gentle with that thing.
>But after what feels like a few hours of running that field, he leads you to a shaded area and gets off your back.
Woo, that was a lot of work. Did I do good Anon?
>"Mostly. I sometimes had to yank to get you to take directions though."
>Suddenly, the ground seems really interesting.
I..sorry. I'll do better next time.
>He wraps his arms around your neck, and you feel your heart race. But all too soon, it ends.

>"Don't worry you'll get the hang of it. It'll become second nature eventually."
>You can't help but smile and bounce a little at that.
>"Anyway, you wanna eat here, or go to town to eat? You did pretty good, so I'll let you choose."
Hmmm.....Town. I could really go for a hay shake. Or 5!
>"Heheh, alright then. Let me do something and we'll go."
>Rummaging through your saddlebags, he pulls out a small bag and then moves to your rear.
>"I still need to punish you for earlier, so we're going to be working on how you carry yourself."
Uhh, what's that mean?
>"I'll show you."
>You feel a him pushing a finger against your ass, as he pushes something very small into you.
>He steps several feet back and just stands there.
>Suddenly, it hits you all at once. And it BURNS!
>You begin jumping up and down in circles before you drop and start dragging your butt on the ground trying to make it stop.
AHH! AHH! AHH! MY ASS IS ON FIRE! AHH! WHAT DID YOU DO?
>"Stand still Lyra."
I CAAAAAAAN'T! IT BUUUUUUURNS!
>"I said stand still."
>You do your best, and, through clenched teeth, manage to hold your place, but you still squirm and trot in place.
>He casually walks up to you and begins to explain.
>"You see, there's a certain way show horses are supposed to carry themselves. Lively, frisky, tail up JUST a certain height."
>"And ginger helps."
Humans AHHH! Do this to horses?
>You're not sure how you feel about that.

>"Not anymore, it's considered cruel, you can get blacklisted or arrested."
>He gets closer and teasingly runs a finger along your face.
>"But you're not an animal, you consented, you can make it stop with one word....But you wouldn't do that, would you?"
>Damn him.
*Hiss* Ahh, n...no sir. I...I can handle it.
>That was totally a giant lie.
>He gives you a scratch on the ear and grabs the reigns.
>"Alright, come on."
I..in town? Like ahh like this? But..I can hardly ugh...focus.
>"Yep, just like that. We could say you're being trained to ignore distraction."
>He grabs your reins and walks ahead of you.
Uhh, sir, aren't you going OWW, going to ride me?
>"Not right now, I'll just be taking lead. I don't want too much on your mind at once yet."
>You don't say anything, you have enough to think about not forcing yourself to end the burning.
>The walk to town feels like it takes for fucking ever. You swear he's walking slow on purpose.
>When he stops just to enjoy the scenery, you KNOW he's just fucking with you.
*huff* Anon, let's GO ALREADY! THIS REALLY BURNS!
>He just turns and stares you in the eyes. A tug of the reins, and your head is at his level.
>"Now just who the hell do you think you are?"
Well..I..I
>"I, I, I. Last time I checked, I was in charge here."
You oww, you are, it's just, it burns really bad.
>"And?"
And it's not fun....
>"That's why it's called a punishment. Now if you want, I can make it worse."

>Worse than this? How do you even respond to that? You don't need to even ask, he's more than happy to explain.
>"Let's see, I just used a sliver. But I could carve a plug for you..."
>You shiver at thought as he wanders his way to your side and gently runs his fingers over your mark, almost like he's playing on your strings.
>"Of course, if I wanted to be really mean....
>He reaches under your tail and idly plays with your vag with his thumb.
>"I could mash some into a paste And, well, you have such a big clit..."
Nononononononono!
>You practically leap backwards at that, only to come back to throw yourself at his feet.
I...I mean, I, uhh, I can't stop you if you wanted to do that, but pretty pretty please don't....Master, please?
>He steps over you and gets on your back.
>"Alright then, but don't talk to me like that again."
Yes Master.
>A few squeezes of your side, and you're back on track.
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>You were never really mad at her, but it's just fun to see how dedicated she gets when she thinks you're upset.
>Gotta love that pony.
>At any rate, after Lyra's little outburst decided to just ride there to make it faster for her.
>When you arrive in town, a crowd is already watching you, curious or offended, you're not sure which. Nor do you really care.
>You get off at the post office, dig your mail from her saddlebag, and turn to Lyra.
Alright, here's 20 bits, go get yourselves some of those shakes.
>She levitates it into her bag, then plants a big and very sloppy kiss on your face.

>"Thank you Anon! Oww."
Just be quick, I'm only dropping off these few letters.
>She gives a frantic nod and speeds off, leaving you to your business.
>Walking in, a wall eyed mare eagerly and happily greets you.
>"Heya Anon! Welcome to the post office! What didja need?"
Hey Derpy, I just needed to drop some letters off, rush delivery.
>You hand them off, along with a fee for the extra speed.
>"Alright these are to the-"
>Covering her mouth, you shake your head no.
>"OHHH! I gothcha Anon. You can count on me."
>She gives what you think is supposed to be a wink, but with both eyes, and horribly exaggerated.
>Weird mare, but sweet. You leave and take a seat out front, waiting for Lyra to get back.
>You don't have to wait long, within minutes she trots up already drinking a shake, and dumps 3 cups into the trash near you.
>"Sup Anon? You oww, you ready to go?"
Sure am, let's get going.
>She makes every attempt to chug her last drink as you climb on. A crack of the reins and your off as the last of the drink falls to the ground.
>As you rocket through the town, you receive no shortage of stares, but you soon arrive home and dismount.
Alright Lyra, punishment's over.
>She shouts "YES!" and presents herself, rear still twitching.

>Simply digging the sliver out, you toss it, causing her to let out a huge sigh of relief.
Eugh, now my fingers are dirty.
>You present them to her.
Lick them clean.
>She recoils.
>"Wh..why?"
Because I said so.
>She shakes her head and hesitates, but slowly, she wraps her mouth around you fingers.
>You don't say anything for the next minute as she dutifully cleans your digits with her tongue.
Alright, that's good.
>She's all too eager to stop, and pulls off.
Swallow it.
>She grimaces, but manages to force the spit down.
Alright Lyra, I've tortured you enough for now, go have some fun.
>"Thanks Master."
>Another hay shake floats out of her bags as she scrapes her tongue against her teeth.
>"Good thing I saved a few of these."