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- (Rarity PoV)
- >It's taken a little while, but you went ahead and bought a projector.
- >Cinema is the future anyway, according to Anon, so you're sure you'll find plenty of use for it.
- >You've set it up in your room, and have the first reel set up. A second reel you snagged on a separate trip is waiting by.
- >According to the numbering, this one was made right after the first you took.
- >You've closed early to today and checked and double checked that the shop is locked up tight as a drum and and all the curtains closed.
- >You fix your Anon dildo to the floor and coat it with a little lube. You kind of wish you didn't get a suction cup base one, because you can't attach this to your sybian.
- >Everything's ready, so you turn on the projector, hit the lights, and take your seat on your favorite toy while the projector whirs to life.
- -
- OH! Fancy!
- >The film was made on one of those really new color cameras.
- >The scene is of their bedroom in their old house.
- Expected.....WAIT!
- >You get up and pause the movie.
- If I'm going to do this, I may as well do it right.
- >You know that Anon happens to enjoy a ladies....rear, so...why not really put yourself in Fluttershy's hooves?
- >Applying lube generously to the member, and working some onto yourself with magic, you think you're ready.
- >Balancing over it, you let out a deep sigh and think.
- >You've only done this once before. A high class, but crude stallion. He most certainly didn't know how to treat a lady.
- >No foreplay, no adjusting, hardly any lube. He just pushed in and bludgeoned your insides for a few seconds.
- >Then he flared, oh Celestia you thought you were going to die. Then he pulled out....BEFORE THE FLARE DEFLATED!
- >You had...toilet issues for 2 days after that, and you swore you'd never let another stallion in there again.
- But Anon isn't a stallion...And this is a day of discovery.
- >You grin and grind down on the shaft, popping it in and soon hilting it.
- Still feels weird, but Fluttershy seems to enjoy it.
- >You magic the projector back on and wait.
- -
- >A: Alright Shy, get on the bed.
- >The sound of hooves can be heard before Fluttershy walks from behind the camera.
- >She's wearing a tail tie, offering her very little privacy.
- >She also looks rather small, but maybe it's the camera angle.
- >The second she turns from the camera, that idea is blown out of the water.
- No. Anon, you wouldn't.. WAIT maybe this isn't that kind of movie....Heh, maybe it just got mixed up.
- >She stands at the foot of the bed, facing the headboard.
- >A: Present yourself.
- >She immediately buries her face into the blanket and lifts her tail all the way back.
- >With her hair out of the way, you notice she's wearing a bridle with a bit and reign. She's also wearing that collar again.
- >But more importantly, SHE'S A FILLY!
- ANON! How could you?
- Should I...report this? No...I shouldn't jump to conclusions, she was still the same mare...just in a filly body.
- >Anon grabs her flanks and begins roughly kneading them.
- >He them starts spreading and examining her holes with his thumbs. Fluttershy does not react the entire time.
- >A: Good girl, they look nice and clean.
- >He then drags his fingers across her flanks, causing her to kick buck back, kicking his arms.
- I don't blame her, when he did that to me....
- >He doesn't look hurt, his expression doesn't even change from deadpan. Fluttershy on the other hoof, looks scared.
- >He walks out of frame to for a moment, before returning with a short, thin pole that ends in a leather paddle.
- >Instead of using it though, he reaches up and removes the bit gag from her bridle.
- >FS: I'm...I'm sorry sir.
- >A: Sir?
- >FS: Master.
- >A: That's better. Kicking me however........If you're going to act like a horse, perhaps I should treat you like one.
- >FS: If...if you feel that's best Master.
- >He holds the rod in front of her, she lifts her head to look.
- >A: This is a riding crop or horse whip, it's made for training and disciplining horses without leaving a mark. How many hits do you think you deserve?
- >FS: How...how ever many you think I deserve Master.
- >A: Pick a number.
- >FS: Umm...100....
- >A: Count them, and don't move.
- >FS: Yes Master.
- >He raises the crop just a little. But even the short lift lets out a vicious hiss from the air when it drops.
- >*smack* AAAAHHH! 1.
- >Her body tenses and she looks like she desperately wants to run, but she remains in place.
- >Every hit he switches sides.
- >FS: AHH! 2 AAAAH! 3 AAAH! 4 NGGH! 5 MMPH! 6 AHH! 7 UMPH! 7 NGH! 8 AHH! 9 OOF! 10
- >He stops.
- >A: I think 10 is enough.
- >FS: Thank you Master.
- >He gives her one more swat.
- >FS: AHH! 11.
- >A: You counted 7 twice though, just evening it out.
- >You can't believe what you're seeing....She was a filly....but she was still the same inside.
- >Still, he was...no, he's always been, well, the dominant in the couple. If he'd been abusive, p0nies would know.
- >You decide to give it a chance. You start rocking a little bit on the fake rod and try to forgot the filly part.
- >A: Now let's see if you've learned to behave.
- >He reaches down and drags his fingers across her flank.
- >She shakes and pants a little, but otherwise stays perfectly still.
- >After a few minutes he stops, and picks up the crop.
- >He brushes the paddle gently across her nether lips. Up and down, side to side.
- >You can see she's begun to wink a bit.
- >He pulls pack the whip just an inch and gives a few weak but rapid pops.
- >FS: EEEP!
- >She doesn't seem to be in pain, that didn't look like it would hurt at that distance. It looked more like it was intended to excite or focus her attention.
- >He holds it in front of her head, taping the side of her muzzle to get her to look up.
- >A: You did very well Fluttershy. Who's my good girl?
- >She squees.
- >FS: I...I am Master!
- >He drops the crop and pets her mane.
- >A: That's right.
- Alright, she's happy. That's good sign.
- >You begin rocking on the dildo a bit harder.
- >You have to admit, when it doesn't belong to a selfish stallion, it's somewhat nice.
- >Anon takes out some ropes and proceeds to tie Fluttershy up in a strange set of knots.
- >FS: Umm, Master, I'm pretty sure I could get out of these...N..not that I want to.
- >A: It's not to hold, it's to remind you who you belong to while I handle the chores.
- >She gives him a smile.
- >FS: I already know that. You're my Master.
- >She puts on a sultry voice.
- >FS: And I'm your slave, your favorite toy, your most valuable property. Here to do anything you ask of it...*sultry whispering* Anything.
- >He pets her again.
- >A: That's right. Will you be alright by yourself? Do you need anything?
- >FS: Umm, I'm fine. If I could have a book maybe? Please Master?
- >A: Essentials only. Food, water, bathroom?
- >FS: No Master, I'm fine.
- >He inserts a large vibrator into her slit and maxes it out.
- >A: Don't leave the bed for any reason short of an emergency.
- >FS: *NFF* Yes Master. I *AHH* I'll be right here when....when you get back.
- >He replaces her bit gag, blindfolds her, and walks out, hitting a button on the camera as he leaves.
- >The camera enters time lapse mode.
- >For the next 10 minutes, the film is simply Fluttershy writhing and fidgeting on the bed, though a clock in the background says it lasts over 3 hours.
- >You can't imagine what that kind of...need must feel like.
- >But you know it's not the worst she's willingly suffered. And this time, she could stop it if she wanted. That says a lot.
- >You start rocking on your dildo harder, it actually feels pretty good.
- >You haven't even touched the front, and you're sopping wet.
- Oh dear, now I'll need to clean that up.
- >Anon walks back into the room, switching the camera back to normal as he does so.
- >The sounds returns to the video, and you can now hear Fluttershy's desperate moans.
- >He pulls the vibrator from her and removes the bit gag.
- >A: Hey Shy, I'm back.
- >FS: We *Gasp* Welcome back Master, I missed you.
- >He reaches down and rubs her belly for just a moment.
- >A: How was it?
- >She rolls over, faces where she assumes Anon is, and puts her snout to the mattress again.
- >It takes her a while because of the binds, but her hind legs were not restrained, so she manages.
- >FS: It was torture Master, just as you'd have wanted.
- >She sounds almost proud of herself.
- >A: Present yourself.
- >FS: Yes Master.
- >She promptly spins around. Face down tail up.
- >He once more examines her holes, finishing off by dragging his fingers across her flank.
- >She shudders, but remains still.
- >You can feel yourself getting hot. You know you shouldn't be enjoying this, but.....
- >He then brings a hand down to her flank with a pop, holding his hand there, fingers digging into her side.
- >FS: EEP!
- >She jerks a bit in surprise, but manages to hold her position.
- >With his other hand, he reaches to her end and seems to grab something.
- >Fluttershy begins to moan as he gently pulls.
- >Finally, an orb pops out of her rump.
- >He gives her a short breather, then tugs to reveal another, and another.
- >She was wearing beads this entire time, but you couldn't tell because of video quality. Their apparent transparency only compacts that.
- >He pulls, and pulls, and pulls.
- Just how much can she...
- >Finally, the final bead comes out and the string falls limp.
- >FS: Master, I feel empty...and tired. I think the vibrator wore me out. May I sleep?
- >A: Denied. You'll be allowed sleep when I've had my fun.
- >FS: Yes Master.
- >He lubes himself and positions over her rear, then slides in.
- >FS: OH! Master!
- >He begins to thrust, but shows no concern to her other zones. Just as well, with that collar.
- >Instead, he claws and slaps her flanks, pushing her will to its limits.
- >After a few minutes, she starts to tremble.
- >A: You need to relax.
- >FS: Yes Master
- Y..yes Master.
- >You jolt from your sex addled haze.
- >Was this really getting to you that much?
- >You try to shrug your outburst off and go back to what you were doing.
- >Anon continues roughly pounding Fluttershy's rear.
- >This is all about him, and you....
- >You just realized that you've been bobbing in time with his thrusts.
- >Part of you wishes you were in Fluttershy's hooves.
- >You give up, this is....really hot. Nop0ny else will know if you role play with this.
- >Every time he speaks, you answer your pretend owner in the most submissive yet dignified manner you're able.
- Of course Master.
- At once Master.
- As you command Master.
- >You follow the thrusts, focusing solely on your rear.
- >Whenever you reach the edge, you stop, denying yourself relief.
- >You feel so naughty, and you....love it.
- >Anon finally seems on edge.
- >With a heavy grunt, he buries himself in her bottom and holds there.
- >FS: Ahh! Master? May MMMPH! May I cum?
- >A: Hmm....Do you deserve to?
- >FS: Th...that's aaahhh... up to you Master.
- >A: Yes or no....
- Yes. Your servant humbly requests permission to orgasm.
- >FS: N...no Master, I don't deserve it.
- >What? After all that?
- >Anon simply smiles and removes her collar.
- >All the built need is finally released at once, a rush of fluids coating both floors.
- >FS: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!
- MMMMMMWAAAAA!
- >A: Permission granted.
- >Anon pulls out and retrieves a plug from the nightstand and plops it into her rear, just like last time.
- >Following the cue, you detach the toy from the floor, and by wearing some sexy lingerie, hold it place like a makeshift plug.
- >He removes her blindfold and lays down with Fluttershy on the bed, stroking her mane.
- >FS: I'm glad you've umm, gotten less scared of being a little rough with me. If I'm stuck like this, I don't want everyone to treat me like I'm made of glass.
- >A: Don't worry Shy, you're body may have changed, but I don't intend to let it affect our life.
- >FS: Thanks Anon. I love you.
- >A: I love you too Shy.
- >FS: Permission to sleep Master?
- >He gives her a smile.
- >A: Permission granted.
- >She snuggles into his chest and arms, and is quickly asleep.
- >Anon doesn't seem tired at all, he sits there simply petting her for a few minutes until the film finally runs out.
- >The movie's right, sleep sounds like a marvelous idea.
- >It feels strange wearing the toy in your rump, but you walk to your bed and lie down as your thoughts drift.
- >While it's surprising that Fluttershy becoming a filly did little to stop their very active sex life, you're glad that it all seems on the up and up.
- >But you don't know if the others would understand, and decide it might be best kept secret.
- >You have one film left, but that can wait till after your nap.
- -
- >You wake up very restless. Having tossed and turned in your sleep.
- >Sleeping with a full rump was an...interesting experience. But not an unpleasant one.
- >You had a nice dream of Anon if nothing else.
- >After heading to the kitchen for a snack, you return to make your bed.
- Oh dear!
- >There's a small stain of your need, so you grab your sheets and take them to the wash.
- >Then there's still a puddle on the floor that needs to be cleaned....after some more fun of course.
- >You remove the slave reel, and put the second one in the projector.
- >Once it's all set, you whip off the lingerie and drop your rump to the floor with a thump.
- UHHooooh.
- >You start to bob on it a bit, but stop.
- >It's dry and a little rough, so you levitate over the lube and rub some onto your ring.
- >Bobbing a little, while pouring a generous amount, you've soon lubed the entire thing, and are finally ready to go.
- >With a simple burst of magic, the lights are off, and the projector whirs to life.
- >The first image is Fluttershy looking into the camera, then bounding back towards the bed.
- >Anon and 5 other fillyfied Fluttershys are sitting there.
- Oh dear, I remember when this happened.
- >They each have a simple collar with a numbered tag on it so that Anon could tell them apart.
- >FS3: Alright Anon! It's on!
- >A: Alright girls, you ready?
- >FS: Umm, whenever you are Anon.
- >Anon grabs a box from under the bed and sets it to the side.
- >A: Alright girls, I need to find out which of you is the strongest, so we're going to be playing a little game.
- >They all seem confused. Maybe they don't know what they're going to do?
- >He pulls out a very long string of anal beads with a gold colored bead at the center.
- >A: Anal tug of war. Anyone go too much lube? Or too little?
- >They all adjust themselves a bit before confirming that they're fine.
- >A: Alright, 4 and 6, come here please.
- >They trot over and present their rears to him.
- >He reaches down and tugs.
- >From 4, he pulls a medium sized plug, from 6, a sizable string of beads.
- My word! How often does she wear this stuff?
- >He kneads their flanks a bit, dipping a finger or two inside. Finally he turns them rear to rear and lifts the beads.
- >One after another, he pops bead after bead inside them, carefully alternating to ensure they have the same number inside.
- >When only a few remain between them, he stands tall and explains the rules.
- >A: Alright, it's simple tug of war, except with anal. The first one to have the beads come out looses. Be firm, but don't yank, so you don't hurt yourself.
- >FS4/6: Yes sir.
- >He raises his hands, pauses for effect, then with an audible pop on both their flanks, signals them.
- >A: GO!
- >They tense up and grind their hooves into the bed and pull.
- >As soon as it starts, a few beads pop from both, but this slows as they get their bearings.
- >Soon, they're reduced to huffing and moaning through grit teeth as they pull like their lives depended on it.
- >As they work, beads continue to pop from both from time to time.
- >FS4: I'M GO-GONNA WIN YOU NAG!
- >FS6: I DON'T THINK SO HORSE!
- >You're surprised to see Fluttershy using such foul insults, especially towards herself.
- >This only goes on for a few minutes before 4 buckles under orgasm, and 6 takes the oppertunity to pull the string from her rump.
- >A: That's it, Shy 6 wins.
- >Anon pulls the rest of the beads from 6. Both of them trot back over to the others as 4 pouts.
- Alright, next up, 2 and 3.
- >They walk over and present.
- >You pause the film.
- >You can't believe yourself, you're getting off to this. It's not even Anon himself, it Fluttershys having a sex competition. FILLY FluttershysAnon isn't doing anything.
- >No, you're not like that, it's Anon in charge of this. Fluttershy may be the focus of the film, but it's ALL for Anonymous's enjoyment. All of it.
- *Sigh* That's all I needed.
- >You start pumping again. Inhibition gone, you bring yourself to the edge within a minute, and let loose on the floor.
- It....it rather does....does look like squash soup. Ha ha.
- >Shaking yourself back to your senses, you start the projector back up, and wait.
- >Anon reaches down and from 2 her pulls a based dildo like your own. From 3, several egg vibrators, pulling the control pads from her inner legs.
- >Once again, he kneads their rears before placing the string in them.
- >The same beads, that can HARDLY be sanitary....but they are the same p0ny.
- >He raises a hand again, then slaps their flanks, signaling their start.
- >And signaling you to ride the fake member like the wind. You also take plenty of time to test hard you can squeeze.
- >It plays out much as before, for several minutes, she pulls and pulls, lobbing insults at herself.
- >Eventually, 2 slips and falls onto her stomach, 3 pulls the beads from her rump before she can recover.
- >You let out a load gasp as you cum again. You didn't manage a maregasm, but it still feels wonderful.
- Mmmha!
- >A: That's it, 3 wins.
- >Anon pulls the beads from 3's rear and the two make their way back to the group.
- >A: Alright, 1 and 5, step up.
- >They walk forward an present.
- >From 1, he pulls a rotating plug, and from 5, an anal hook attached to her tail.
- >Dear Celestia her end is well trained.
- >He repeats the same process as before.
- >Kneed, beads, slap. They go about their contest as you bob on the toy like there's no tomorrow.
- >After a while 5 stops pulling, the shift throws 1 off, and 5 yanks the string from her.
- >A: 5 wins! 6 and 3, come up.
- >He restarts on them, this one is longer than the last.
- >Just as you reach your peak, 6 manages to pull the string from 3.
- >A: 6 wins. Take a few minutes, last one is coming up.
- >One of the Fluttershys flies over and the film clicks out for a second.
- >Probably saving film.
- >He prepares them like normal, and sets them loose with a slap.
- >They pull and stomp with surprising force for their small forms, trading insults the whole time.
- >This time around, it lasts several minutes, at one point they even use their wings for extra force.
- >Eventually, though, 5 gives a strong yank, and manages to pull the string from 6.
- >A: 5 wins, stay right where you are.
- >Anon takes the string from 5 and sets it with the earlier removed toys as 6 walks to the group.
- >Anon lifts another box and pulls out some gear.
- >A: Stand up straight.
- >She does so, and he fits her with shackles, wing binds, tail wrap, and a blindfold.
- >He then adds spreader bars to her front and hind legs, then attaches them down the middle with a third bar.
- >To top it off, he fits her with a special collar you've come to recognize.
- >He turns her to face the other 5 Fluttershys.
- >A: Say hello to your new mistresses 5.
- >They all seem surprised, at this, but she does as instructed.
- >FS5: He...hello mistresses.
- >A: They're going to be having fun with you for a while. You're to do whatever they ask of you.
- >FS5: Yes Master.
- >A: Girls, you have permission to do anything you want to yourself, within reason.
- >He pats 5 on the head.
- >A: I've gotta head into town to make us some money. I expect them to give a good review of your performance when I get back.
- >FS5: Yes Master, I'll be a good filly.
- >He gives her a kiss then takes out another box and sets it aside.
- >A: Have fun, but not so much that you forget your chores.
- >And with that he walks out.
- >The Fluttershys all look a bit out of their zone honestly.
- >One of them walks up and pulls 5 to the center of the bed.
- >FS: Umm...stay there, if that's okay.
- >FS5: Yes Mistress.
- >The others blush brightly at this word.
- >FS: So, umm, I'm going to go get the chores out of the way.
- >The other 4 nod and speak in unison.
- >FS: Me too.
- >FS5: Please, umm, please tell the animals hi for me.
- >They...they all help each other get their toys back inside their plots.
- She wasn't *MWA!* kidding about his favorite!
- >You work yourself harder on the fake rod.
- >With their rears filled, they file from the room, one cutting off the camera as she leaves.
- -
- >There's a slight jump in placements as one of them turns it on when heading back into the room.
- >The video isn't clear enough to make out their numbers without them being addressed, so you have no idea which she is.
- >She steps into the bathroom for a minute to clean up.
- >When she steps out, she jumps onto the bed and takes a deep breath.
- >FS: Umm, I...if it's not too much trouble, could I maybe, umm....
- >FS5: A..Anon said I'm your slave today. So umm, you don't need to ask.
- >The free one looks embarrassed even asking but gives a very nervous nod.
- >FS: I umm, I'd like you to, umm, lick me if that's not too much trouble.
- >FS5: Of course Mistress.
- >She backs herself into 5's snout and 5 begins her work.
- >You can't see much, but within a few minutes, the dom looks like she's about to blow.
- >A benefit of self service perhaps.
- >FS: Op *GASP* open your mouth.
- >She obeys, and the dom has a full maregasm, releasing into her mouth.
- >FS: *pant* *pant* Swallow it. Please?
- >She obeys, gulping down the thick fluid without question.
- >FS5: Anything else Mistress?
- >FS: N...no, nothing now.
- >FS5: Well, umm, I'll be right here if you need anything.
- >As she turns to leave, the other 4 Fluttershys walk in.
- >FS: Oh umm, you're already here. We were.
- >FS: Anon wanted us to, umm, use her, so...
- >They all seem extremely uncomfortable, 5 is the only one who seems to have any sort of composure.
- >FS: Oh, umm, were you two busy? Sorry, we'll leave.
- >FS5: WAIT! Umm, please? Anon wanted you all to use me. Don't worry, I'm here to please.
- >They all scuff their hooves across the floor.
- >FS: Umm, well. Anon did want us to.
- >They all nod in agreement and jump onto the bed.
- >It didn't take much convincing, but you were told they all shared the same mind set.
- >Another one walks up to 5 and sticks her sex into her face.
- >FS: Can I umm, get a licking please?
- >FS5: Anything Mistress.
- >As the top gets into the rhythm of things, the others start to realize they're really in charge.
- >One walks over and says something you can't make out to the top, then flips 5 onto her back.
- >FS: I umm, I think it'll be fun to....to put her more on edge.
- >She begins eating out 5 while 5 handles the her now riding her face.
- >Soon, the rider moans out and lets loose. 5 promptly drinks it down.
- >FS5: Thank you Mistress. Do you *moan* need any *AHH!* anything else?
- >FS: Umm, no, nothing.
- >Another Fluttershy sits on 5's face and asks for attention, which she promptly receives.
- >one more moves up and starts sucking on her teats, occasionally making out with the one giving 5 oral attentions.
- >The top is quickly on edge, when she does something you didn't expect, and shifts forward.
- >FS: Th- The other *gasp* other hole.
- >FS5: Wha...what?
- >FS: Oh, umm, I....*mumble*...I...I wasn't asking.
- >The top gives her an....incredibly gentle looking hit with her hoof.
- >FS5: *EEP* Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress!
- >She leans up a little bit and bites, and starts to pull the toy from her. A normal anal plug.
- >That would help you identify them if you weren't sure they switched toys.
- >She tosses it aside and buries her snout into the others rear.
- How repulsive! Still....
- >Maybe Anon likes this kind of thing. She decide to try to just get over it, and continue working yourself.
- >One of the two who've been watching walks over a takes the plug, and pops it into 5's rear.
- >Soon, the one riding her snout lets out a loud moan and her juices flow across 5,s face.
- >FS5: Th- thank you Mistress. Do you require anything else?
- >FS: Again! I...I want it again.
- >FS5: Yes Mistress.
- >FS: Hey, I want a turn! If, umm, if that's alright.
- >The sighs but surrenders 5's face to the one currently left out.
- >FS: The umm, rear hole please. I mean...umm DO IT SLAVE!
- >FS5: Yes Mistress.
- >She works out her toy, the rotating plug still whirring away.
- >3 of them stare at the top after the burst of dominance, while the previous top looks at the spinning toy.
- >She stands it up and begins to lower herself to it, but stops and looks at it.
- >FS: This thing is too dirty.
- >Two look up from 5's hind quarters.
- >FS: Hmm? Umm, that looks pretty clean to me.
- >FS: We, umm, we stay really clean. Anon makes sure of it.
- >FS: Oh, well, yeah. But, umm, there's no reason not clean them......
- >She looks at 5.
- >FS: When there's a washer right here.
- >You stop slamming the rod at this point. The others seem to share your sentiment, all looking a bit surprised at her statement.
- >FS: What? I mean, umm.... Look, she's got her tongue in 3's butt right now. Is it really that different?
- >The others look about and mumble to each other and nod.
- >This one seems to have gotten whatever dominant streak Fluttershy might have had.
- >The others seem to follow her lead. You still can't make out the collar numbers, but you decide to call her 1 anyway.
- >FS1: Umm, get off her snout 3. Please?
- >3 gets off of 5 with a whimper.
- >FS1: How about it 5? How'd you like to put that mouth to use as our toy cleaner?
- >Her ears flop down.
- >FS5: I...if you want Mistress.
- >FS1: Good! Okay, ummm....wait, no. How does Anon do it?
- >FS: Do what?
- >FS1: Oh yeah. Not if I want you to. I umm, I asked if you wanted to. Do you want to suck the toys clean?
- >FS5: I, umm, well......
- >FS1: Well?
- >FS5: Yes, Mistress. I would like that. May I please clean the toys like a proper slave?
- >Despite her words, her body language speaks volumes.
- >FS1: Alright, I'll allow it. Be careful with them. They're, ummm, they're worth more than you.
- >1 lifts the rotating plug to 5's mouth.
- >FS1: Say please!
- >FS5: Please Mistre-
- >1 jams the toy partway into 5's mouth.
- MY WORD!
- >The shaft spins in 5's mouth as she gags and coughs.
- >1 pulls it out and puts on an angry face, even if 5 can't see it.
- >FS1: I thought you wanted to do this. Should I tell Master you were a bad slave?
- >FS5: Please don't! I'm sorry Mistress, please let me try again.
- >1 lowers the toy into 5's mouth instead of jamming it.
- >She takes it in, and you can soon see 5's throat bulge, the mass twitching from they toy's movement.
- >She begins to work the toy in an almost loving fashion. Sucking, licking, suckling.
- >It's disgusting, but you're curious about where this goes.
- >After a while, 1 pulls the toy from 5 and looks it over.
- >FS1: Hmm, this, umm, this looks good.
- >FS5: Thank you Mistress.
- >1 sets the toy back up and slides it back into herself.
- >FS1: *Aaamph!* Don't get too proud. You've *uhh* still got a lot of work to do.
- >FS5: Yes Mistress, anything you need.
- >1 gives 5 a hit in the chest.
- >FS1: Whatever I WANT!
- >FS5: I'm sorry Mistress. Anything you want. Anything any of my Mistresses wants.
- >1 looks back to the other 4.
- >FS1: Why aren't you girls doing anything? Anon wanted us to have fun. We should do what he wants.
- >FS: Oh, umm, alright I guess.
- >One of them walks from the group and begins suckling her teats again.
- >Another resumes giving her oral attention.
- >FS1: That all you're gonna do? She's supposed to serve us.
- >FS: Oh, umm, well, she's wearing the collar, so....
- >FS1: Uhh, fine.
- >She walks into the bathroom and returns with some clippers and a small bag that she sets to the side.
- >FS1: Let's make this horse look like the nag she is.
- >FS: What are you about to do?
- >FS1: I'm going to clip those pretty pinks locks off. I don't suppose the toy has a problem with that.
- >FS5: N..no Mistress, I don't.
- >FS: I don't think you should do that. Anon might get upset.
- >FS1: He said we could do whatever we want.
- >FS: Well I don't want you t-
- >1 gets in her face.
- >FS1: Stop me then.
- >The other Fluttershy backs off, and the two working 5 back away.
- >1 rolls 5 back onto her stomach and readies the clippers.
- >With only a few cuts, her flowing tail and mane fall to the bed. Only a very scant amount remaining.
- >FS1: There you go slave. Nice and unpresentable.
- >FS5: Tha *sniffle* thank you Mistress.
- >FS: Alright, you're being a little mean here. Maybe you should just calm down a little.
- >1 smacks the opposing Fluttershy in the face, causing her to back off.
- >FS1: Don't tell me what to do! You're all just as bad as here.
- >FS's: What did we do?
- >FS1: Just shut up before I kick your flanks.
- >The other 4 all back off from 1 and silently watch from the side of the bed.
- >FS1: See slave, now I'm in a bad mood because these ones were defending your nag flank.
- >FS5: Sorry Mistress.
- >1 digs in the box Anon left and pulls out the riding crop.
- >FS1: I think it's time for a whipping. 500 hits sounds about right to me.
- >FS5: Th..that sounds fair Mistress. I assume you want me to count them.
- >FS1: I do. But now it's 1000 for assuming I did. And assuming I care if it's fair.
- >FS5: Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress. I humble welcome any punishment you deem appropriate.
- >You can't believe that she's just taking this, or that she'd do this, especially to herself.
- >Did Anon know this would happen? You may need to have a word with him later depending on how this ends.
- >She raises the crop, and with a sickening hiss, brings it down.
- >*CRACK*
- >FS5: AHHH! 1. MMMPH! 2. EEEE! 3.
- >She keeps hitting and hitting. Unlike Anon, she didn't stop at 10, or 20, or even 50.
- >And while Anon only gave small hits, 1 seems to be hitting as hard as she can.
- >FS5: NNNGH! 83. GAH! 84. ERP! 85.....
- >1 stops and throws her head about, getting a few pops.
- >FS1: Great, now my neck hurts.
- >FS5: I'm sorry Mistress.
- >FS1: You should be. Tell you what, we'll just shorten this by making it hurt a lot more.
- >FS5: Y..yes Mistress. Anything you want. I live to serve.
- >FS1: I know. At least we're good for something.
- What?
- >She rolls 5 over, but 5 squirms and forces herself back onto her stomach.
- >FS5: I...I'm sorry Mistress, but I was laying on my wing wrong.
- >FS1: Aww, I understand.
- >She leans in and-
- Dear....Celestia.
- >She starts tearing the feathers from 5's wings.
- >5 begs and begs, but 1 keeps pulling.
- >FS5: MISTRESS! PLEASE!
- >FS1: SHUT UP! Why do you care? You *sniff* you can hardly fly anyway.
- >The other four just look on with a cringe.
- >By the time she's finished, there's few feathers left. Just two black arms swollen from the abuse.
- >1 reaches up and slides the wing binds off, the limbs lacking the packing for them to actually stay on.
- I think that's enough of this for just now.
- >You stop the projector and start to get up when you feel a tug.
- Oh, right. The toy.
- >Honestly, you'd forgotten you were even on it soon after you stopped bobbing.
- >It's rather amazing what you can forget when you're watching a horror show.
- >You shift and then lift off of it.
- MWAAH! *pant*
- >To be honest, you feel a little empty after having worn it for several hours.
- >You go about handling your chores, nightly routines, food, and of course a marvelous bath.
- >Last thing of the night is to clean up the little...mess you've left behind.
- >After you finish, you go to think up some dress designs, but find yourself nodding off constantly.
- >You JUST had a nap, but maregasms seem to REALLY take it out of you. You have no idea how Fluttershy can even function.
- >After a couple of unproductive hours, you decide to turn in for bed early.
- >Before you lay down, you decide to wear it again.
- >Removing it from the floor, you work a little more lube onto it and yourself, and pop the toy back in.
- >Your body shakes a bit as it bottoms out.
- I want you.....*pant*.....to give me more good dreams little Anon.
- >You put the lingerie back on and a towel down to keep from needing more sheets, and finally lay your head down for the night.
- I'll *yawn* finish that vulgar movie in the morning.
- -
- >You awake a little sore, a little wet, but very content.
- >There's plenty to do this morning, but first you grab a dream journal you keep and start writting.
- -
- >"He treated me to a fine dinner and a romantic evening."
- -
- >"For once, I knew what it meant to be treated like a lady."
- -
- >"Our lips meet, and the universe seems to explode around us."
- -
- >"We decided to skip the hotel and made passionate love right there under the stars."
- -
- >"It's so warm, I drift to sleep in his warm, strong arms."
- -
- >"I love you Anon."
- >"I love you too Rarity."
- -
- >After going through it a few times to make sure you've gotten every detail you can remember down, you lock and hide the book once more.
- >You head to the bathroom to handle your lesser hygiene concerns.
- >When you finish, you to add more lube than normal and put on your exercise clothes.
- >THIS promises to be an interesting workout.
- >You stretch and flex to loosen yourself up.
- >And also stretch and flex to loosen yourself up.
- >After you're certain you can take this, you turn your treadmill on low and step on.
- >It immediately gets a small response, but you've been walking like this, so you decide to turn it up a little.
- >You have to trot a little to keep up. It's a very interesting experience.
- >Up it goes again and again.
- >Soon it's up to ten miles an hour and you're having to run.
- >It's VERY difficult to do.
- >it's not long before you're wracked by a strong orgasm.
- >Your legs buckle and you fall. The machine throws you back across the floor.
- I *huff* think that's enough for today.
- >Normally your fitness routine is bigger, but that was a bit much.
- >You go to take a proper shower, eat, and get ready to open the boutique.
- -
- Should I?
- >Looking around, you grab some clean lingerie and a slightly simple dress and throw them on.
- >You can wear it all day, and nop0ny will know.
- I feel like such a *hehe* naughty filly!
- >You open the shop and take your seat behind the counter.
- >Soon, you get your first customer, and another, and another.
- >Throughout the day, you manage to maintain ladylike composure.
- >They never know how dirty you are, and you LOVE it!
- >As the day winds down, your last customer of the day comes in.
- Good evening Lyra!
- >"Heya Rarity! What's happening?"
- Oh, *deep breath* nothing much. I was just getting ready to close the shop.
- >"Oh, sorry, I'll just come back later then."
- Nonsense darling! I'll be happy to help you. What did you need.
- >"Oh, well, I'm visiting Canterlot soon, and I needed a dress for when I play. It's a little more fancy than giving shows in the park ya know?"
- Of course! We can't have you playing for a high class crowd without looking your best, now can we?
- >You immediately take out your tools and begin taking her measurements.
- >"So, Rarity?"
- Yes?
- >"What's been going on lately? Anon and Flutters went missing for a while, then when they turn up again, Fluttershy is an Alicorn and somethin about Anon just feels...weird."
- >"Now their house is empty, I've only seen either of them a few times since."
- Oh, well. I'm not sure. But the alicorn thing was simply a temporary effect from a magical accident. Aesthetic only. But she did look rather beautiful, did she not?
- >"Rarity, don't lie too me. I'm at least good enough with magic to feel it pouring off of her. A lot of the unicorns in town can."
- *sigh* Has anyp0ny ever told you you're too curious for your own good?
- >"Heheh, all the time! So spill, what do you know?"
- Well, I'll tell you they live in the Everfree castle now.
- >"All the way out there? Why wasn't I told? I'm like, one of his best friends!"
- No offense Lyra, but you rather got on his nerves after all your tries at getting him to rut you during that whole book fiasco. I think he might be a little creeped out by you.
- >"Now that's not fair! I was trying to join his herd. Almost all of them just wanted a good rutting."
- Now darling, I can understand that, but trying to focus just on his *unf* ability wasn't the way to do it.
- >"Oh, be quiet, you at least got to see. He is pretty sexy though, isn't he?"
- Well, his looks might be a bit of an acquired taste, but he certainly knows how to treat a lady.
- >"Aww, do you have to rub it in my face?"
- I, what? No! I meant that he's a lot more polite and considerate than most stallions. Even many so called high class ones.
- >ESPECIALLY the high class ones.
- >"Oh. Yeah. Well, still, maybe I can pay him a vist."
- I don't know about that. He might still be upset with you.
- >"Oh. Well, I've given up on trying to get with him. I'd just like to be friends again."
- Well, I do believe I can put in a good word for you. Perhaps he'll be willing to talk again.
- >"EEE! Thanks Rarity!"
- >She gives you a slight tackle hug, knocking you hard onto your rump.
- MWAAAH!
- >She lets go and looks at you.
- >"Are you okay?"
- O..of course darling. I simply have a....a rather bad bruise on my leg is all.
- >"Oh, I'm really sorry, I didn't know!"
- It's alright. Anyway, run along now. I've gotten your measurements, so now I must create. I should have it ready the day after tomorrow.
- >"Just one mor-"
- AH! Now you mustn't disturb an artist when she's busy! Shoo! Go on!
- >She takes the hint and leaves.
- >When she's finally away, you lock the door and stand up.
- Oh dear.
- >You had a mini maregasm and left a small spot on the floor.
- >That's another thing you'll have to clean. You wouldn't be surprised if your chair warps after today.
- >Still, you made it through the day undiscovered.
- >But you came really close at the end.
- >Nop0ny would have ever looked at you the same again.
- >How terrifying, how shameful, how......arousing!
- >You shake yourself from your little thought and close all the blinds and finish the end of day chores.
- >After cleaning up the puddle and the various smaller stains you left throughout the day, you head upstairs and handle your hygiene and re-lube your favorite toy.
- >Today wasn't a busy day, so the dresses can wait for a little while.
- >Instead of fixing the base to the floor, the just lay on your bed.
- >If the rest of this movie is anything like what you've seen so far, you're not going to be getting off to it. The toy is only there because....because.
- Because I like it. I'm SO DIRTY!
- >There, you admitted it to yourself. A p0ny should at least be honest with herself.
- >After you take a small break to wallow in self disgust, you flip on the projector.
- -
- >It resumes right where you left off, with 5's wings stripped almost entirely of feathers.
- >1 rolls 5 onto her back and turns around to tape the crop to her hoof.
- >One of the other Fluttershys moves forward to fiddle with 5's binds.
- >1 takes notice, and swats the offending Fluttershy in the cheek with the crop.
- >FS1: Back! He wanted us to use her. If you won't I will.
- >She raises the crop over 5, and brings it down.
- >ONTO HER SLIT!
- >FS5: GYAAAAAH!
- >Again and again, 1 wails into the sensitive flesh of both of her clones holes.
- >FS5: M...m..*sob* mistress, please stop. Please?
- >FS1: Fine, but only if you can do one more thing.
- >FS5: A..Anything, please Mistress.
- >FS1: Present your clit.
- >FS5: Wha..what?
- >FS1: I said wink and hold.
- >5 presents herself to 1's cruelty.
- >FS1: Not peaking out, as far as you can take it.
- >5 slowly opens and exposes her button as far as it can, and holds.
- >FS1: 12 blows. Count.
- >FS5: *smack* AAAAAAAAAAGH! 1 *smack* UUUUUUGH! 2
- >By the time she finishes, 5's button is so bruised and swollen that she can't even close it.
- >FS1: Good, now onto our next game!
- >She pulls off the crop and takes back up the shears.
- >She shaves one of 5's haunches and then starts bending a clothes hanger until it's an encircled "A".
- >Then she lights a candle on the bedside table, and holds the thing over it.
- >FS1: Time to get branded horse!
- >The others have FINALLY had enough and move up and grab her.
- >FS: That's enough! You're going too far!
- >FS1: LET! ME! GO!
- >FS: What's wrong with you? What you're doing is just torture. Why?
- >FS1: Because she's useless. Because we're all completely *sob* worthless!
- >FS: Worthless? Oh, umm.
- >1 starts sniffling and crying a little, as the others look on unsure. Even 5 seems to take notice, though she still can't see.
- >1 breaks free from the other 4 and starts just hitting 5 in the face.
- >FS1: WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING USELESS?
- >The others quickly pull her off.
- >1 just breaks down and starts crying into her hooves.
- >FS1: We're *sob* just a drain.
- >Suddenly, they all town their head to a sound that the video didn't seem to pick up.
- >The door clicks, and Anon steps in with a small smile.
- >A: Heya Shies, I'm home.
- >His mood instantly sours when he sees the bruised and battered filly, a sobbing one, and several worried ones.
- >A: What happened here?
- >FS1: I'm so sorry Master, it's all my fault. She was a good slave, I was just a terrible Mistress.
- >He walks over and removes 5's binds, ties, and blindfold before cradling her in his arms.
- >A: I don't care about that. Is anyone else actually hurt besides her?
- >FS1: N..*sob* No Master.
- >A: Stay put.
- >He then takes the bruised Fluttershy to the bathroom.
- >You can hear running water and the sound of him rummaging through thing.
- >When he returns, 5 has been washed, groomed, and doctored.
- >She's still not much for looks, and has swelling all over, but at least she's not covered in dried fluids.
- >He sets her down and puts a tube of what looks like ointment on the bedside.
- >Then he picks up all the dirty towels and takes them away.
- >When he returns, he picks 5 back up and stares down the other 5.
- >A: Now who's going to tell me what happened?
- >One, who you assume is 1, steps forward and looks away ashamedly.
- >FS1: It...it was all my fault. The others mostly tried to just do some oral play, but I ended up taking over and I....I just started torturing her.
- >A: Why would you do that?
- >She starts to sniffle.
- >FS5: She, umm, she kept saying how....how worthless we all are, her too.
- >A: Huh?
- >FS1: She...that's it. We...I...Fluttershy has done nothing but make your life harder.
- >Anon's expression softens and he sits down on the bed looks at 1.
- >A: Now why would you think that?
- >FS1: I...*sob* well, when we needed money, I talked suggested we help Twilight, and now you get harassed because I'm poor.
- >FS1: I tried to do something special with that human spell, and I just ended up making everyone think you're a filly fiddler.
- >FS1: Then just when we think we've found a fix, I just end up giving you 5 more mouths to feed, and the 6 of us can't really work.
- >She breaks down crying again.
- >FS1: You put up with so much because of me, *sob* everything I touch turns....turns to SHIT.
- >FS1: And....well, I saw I was in charge of, well, me, and I just started taking it out on her.
- >He looks sad now. He lays down and pulls 1 into his side, 5 in his other.
- >A: You girls come here too.
- >They all pile in and snuggle close to him.
- Aww, how adorable!
- >A: I want you girls to know that I love you very much.
- FS: R..really?
- >A: Of course. In fact, I'm a little offended you'd think otherwise.
- >He gives a little chuckle, and the Fluttershys look a little embarrassed.
- >A: Sure, money is a little tight right now, and maybe it's a bit rough out there, but don't you worry. We'll get through it, together.
- >The Shys all give him a smile, especially 1 who smiles almost as big and Pinkie, but it soon fades.
- >FS1: So, what are you going to do about....what I did?
- >A: *sigh* Well, I don't think discipline is the right way to go with this. Maybe just taking a little extra time to talk about our feelings each day will work.
- >A: So, no secrets in this house. If something's wrong, I want you to tell me. If it really comes down to it, we'll seek professional help, but I hope it's not that bad.
- >He gestures over to 5.
- >A: Meanwhile, until 5 heals, the rest of you are going to be her nurses when I'm working.
- >FS1: Yes sir.
- >She leans over the 5.
- >FS1: Can you ever forgive me?
- >5 wraps 1 in a hug.
- >FS5: Of course I can. But I just want you to know that it really really hurt.
- >FS1: I...I know. If there's anyway I can make it up to you.
- >She stands, picks up the crude brand from the table, and gestures to her shaved haunch.
- >FS5: Well, if you could convince Anon to get me a proper brand.
- >She turns and wiggles it towards Anon.
- >FS5: How about it Master? Didn't you say lots of humans did it so their horseys couldn't be stolen? *giggle* It's for my own safety.
- >All the Fluttershys start giggling.
- >Well THAT was unexpected. He never mentioned anything like that. Maybe he was worried about offending everp0ny?
- >Still she said it in a very playful way, so you doubt she's serious.
- >Anon turns a pretty red, but reaches out and scoops up all six of them with a small laugh, and pulls them into a tight "bear hug".
- >A: Funny! Silly fillies.
- >He kicks back the bedding and let pulls the blanket over him and the six fillies snuggling into him.
- >A: Alright, It's been a long day. Let's get some rest before dinner.
- >They all settle down, and the film consists of him laying down and petting the six of them, especially 5, until the film runs out a few minutes later.
- -
- Aww!
- >That was really sweet at the end.
- >You get up and put the reel back in its case, and set it with the first one.
- >Over dinner, you finally decide to try to get in. You've thought about it many times, but this will be the first time you try.
- >Given his experiences with harassment, you're not sure he'll go for a herd at all. But if anyp0ny can open him to the idea, you believe your charm gives you a good chance.
- >After dinner, you head up to begin on today's work orders with a big smile on your face.
- -
- The next day.
- -
- >You've donned your cloak once again and are standing outside P0nyville's only adult store.
- >Luckily, it's on the edge of town and hidden in the basement of an unremarkable building in a back alley.
- >It's honestly the only way such a place is allowed to exist in such a small town.
- >You take a deep breath, make a mental note to change your speaking style, and step in.
- >The owner, a unicorn stallion named Dodge sits behind the counter.
- >"Welcome to my humble store."
- Oh! Umm, yes, thank you.
- >"Can I help you with anything ma'am, or would you prefer to browse?"
- Oh, I'm looking for something that can be *ahem* worn... discreetly.
- >"You mean in public."
- I...yes, in public.
- >"Well, we've gotten in a small selection of flare balls. I'm told they feel quite pleasurable rolling in the flare cavern. Perhaps they would suit your needs?"
- No. Something for the....other hole.
- >"Ah, then you'll be wanting beads. Perhaps in a larger size for feeling?"
- I believe that would work.
- >"Alright, I'm sure you can find something in your size and color."
- >You look about, there's nothing with a string in your shade, so you pick out your size.
- Excuse me, but you didn't have this in my color. Do you have more in stock by any chance?
- >He looks at your choice, a string of 12 beads large enough to provide that full feeling.
- >"I'll check. What's your skin tone? Black, peach or brown? Solid or mottled?"
- It's, umm, gray...solid.
- >Curse having and unusual skin color.
- >"Well aren't you special. I think I can help you. Please wait."
- >He steps into the back. While you wait, you decide it wouldn't hurt to pick up some of those cavern balls to try later.
- >You pick out some with a nice looking texture and put them as he comes back.
- >"This your color miss?"
- Ah, yes, thank you. That, and these please, I decided I could give them a try.
- >Very well ma'am, that'll be 43 bits.
- >You pay your bill and head out.
- >When you're away, you pull off your cloak and hide it in your saddlebag, and duck into a public restroom.
- >Disgusting place, but it's private. Using some lube you'd stashed in your bag, you pop your new beads in and look in your makeup mirror.
- >Nothing but a perfectly matching string reveals anything is off. Perfect.
- >You clean up and head out to handle your work of today with a small pep in your step.
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