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- >Another hard day at work ends with you arriving at home, your modest, unassuming place in downtown Ponyville.
- >Well, except for the very special pony you’ve kept locked up here, of course.
- >Tossing off your jacket, you head straight for Berry’s room, eager to check on the status of your slave –
- >it’s been the two weeks you’d promised her, and so it’s time to take stock.
- >The cerise mare is locked up in her bindings, blindfolded, gagged,
- >harnessed, collared, tied, and locked up in every way imaginable.
- >For fourteen straight days, a massively thick stallion dildo has been buried in her cunt,
- >vibrating away like a supercharged weed whacker, while a big fat plug sealed up her other hole.
- >Aside from periodic feeding and hygiene checks, she has been completely immobilized –
- >and, most importantly of all, her new,
- >enchanted clitoris piercing has kept her love button forced out of her while also denying her any release.
- >You sincerely doubt she can think;
- >three hundred and thirty-six hours of non-stop edging has likely reduced her to a pitiful, sniveling sex doll.
- >You look on her, and she seems positively unconscious; though of course,
- >gagged and blinded as she is, there’s no way to truly know.
- >Well, time to end your little experiment.
- >You slide the filled bucket of her sexual secretions out from beneath her, sealing it and putting it aside.
- >Her vulva looks beet red, and her clitoris is still weakly twitching in protest,
- >no doubt tortured by the endless pressure of an unquenchable desire to cum.
- >You click off the vibration of her dildo, deflate its ‘flare’ and easily slide it out of her cunt –
- >loose, musky, and very, very flushed.
- >It’s too much to resist. Placing your hands on her cheeks,
- >you spread her open as wide as you can and suck deeply,
- >your mouth covering every inch of the tiny equine’s battered sex.
- >As juicy and heady as always. Hmm.
- >The tiny steel rod of her piercing has a loose chain running from end to end –
- >if anything will get a response from her, this will.
- >You give it a gentle tug, and a panicked moan and quake is stifled by the thorough apparatus of her restraints.
- >Good. She’s conscious.
- >You take a good long lick at her clitoris, sending a shudder through her leather-wrapped tail,
- >and then get to the business of undoing all of this –
- >removing her plug, her blindfold, her gag, tail wrap, metal leg spreaders, ceiling mounted harness,
- >and other assorted straps and locks keeping her safe and secure.
- >As the last buckle is undone, she immediately collapses,
- >and you gracefully grab her by the belly before she can crash to the ground.
- >Barely conscious. Unresponsive. First things first, she needs a bath…
- >Whereupon you scheme up a very naughty idea indeed.
- >You do carry her to the bathroom, and gently lay her in the tub,
- >but you don’t turn on the faucet, or reach for shampoo.
- >You instead head to your kitchen, where a special cooler full of sealed buckets of alcoholic pony-cum sits,
- >waiting for sale and consumption by the unwitting residents of Ponyville.
- >Grabbing one of these, you haul it back up to the bathroom,
- >and, taking Berry Punch carefully in your arm, you pour it over her and fill the tub to a moderate level.
- >She hasn’t said a word, or even really visibly moved apart from breathing;
- >you take the chance to soak her mane in cum,
- >thoroughly lathering it through her hair as her coat is soaked in its fruity fragrance.
- >The smell is intoxicating alone – why not keep her immersed in it?
- >Once she’s coated in the stuff, you grab a bottle of conditioner and treat her to something more reasonable.
- >Concessions must be made to presentability, after all.
- >…
- >You lather up her mane and tail, thick purple blobs of oily hair each cleaned in turn.
- >Luckily, by the time you drain the bath and swaddle her in towels,
- >she smells powerfully of her special aroma of sex and liquor.
- >You’d been wondering what to do with all her extra cum – it seems like the solution has finally presented itself.
- >Carrying her to your bedroom, you spend some time drying out the last moisture of her hair –
- >the conditioner hides the damage of alcohol immersion quite poorly,
- >but you don’t really find you care all that much.
- >The smell, coating every inch of her stuporous body, is turning you into a horny beast;
- >you slip off your clothes and crawl into bed with her,
- >making love with your favorite little slave for the first time in weeks.
- >The one unfortunate part of Berry’s life is your lack of intimacy –
- >there’s nothing quite like holding a pony in your arms,
- >feeling the softness of her coat against your skin as you make love under the sheets of a warm, cozy bed.
- ***
- >By nine o’clock the next morning, Berry still hasn’t woken up;
- >understandable, but still a bit unfortunate.
- >Hmm.
- >Looking down at her crotch, you’ve made quite a mess over the past few hours.
- >You grab one of her dildos, wet a paper towel, and gently scrape out your semen,
- >cleaning up and drying her pussy so that she isn’t too disoriented when she gets up.
- >Speaking of which, you should probably clean up her equipment while you’re at it.
- >You grab her plug and the handful of dildos you keep on hand,
- >boil a pot of water on the stove, and drop them inside to disinfect them;
- >Mopping up the cum-stained floor of her room comes next, and finally you wipe down her harness,
- >cleansing it of stray hair, dirt, cum, sweat, or whatever else was built up over weeks of constant use.
- >It’s a lot of work, but the look on her face, as she went mad in the throes of unfulfilled pleasure,
- >makes every second of this truly worth it.
- >You’re in the kitchen scrubbing down her toys when you hear her hoofsteps resound in the hall;
- >a second later, Berry Punch wobbles into the room,
- >unsteady and uneasy after what must have been an unbearably long session.
- “Morning, sleepyhead.”
- >”…Master?”
- >Berry walks over to the table and sits down, rubbing her bleary eyes as she acclimates to the morning.
- >You set down the sponge and butt plug you were holding and draw a glass of water,
- >walking over to the kitchen table and taking a seat across from your slave.
- “Here, take this.”
- >Berry sips from the glass as you examine her.
- >She seems to be blinking a lot; no doubt fourteen days blindfolded will take a toll on a pony’s vision.
- “You all right?”
- >”H-how long was I locked up?”
- “Two weeks exactly, as I promised. Did you enjoy it?”
- >Berry looks surprised, and then blushes; something you haven’t seen for a while.
- >”Um… yes, very much. It’s strange… not being able to, well…” She winces.
- >“A-and it… the piercing, is always there to make me think about it.”
- “Hm. Well, Berry, I think I’ve come upon a schedule we can use.
- For a few hours today, I’ll have you out exercising, getting some sun,
- and then tonight we can hook you back up. But only for a week, this time –
- I don’t want your health to suffer from living the life that makes you happy.”
- >She smiles, gratification and satisfaction beaming from ear to ear.
- “What do you think of your setup? With all your restraints, that is.”
- >”It’s good… some of the straps cause a little chafing, is all. Near my forelegs.”
- “Well, when I hook you back up, just tell me if it’s uncomfortable and I’ll adjust it.”
- >”Okay!”
- >Berry looks thoughtful for a moment.
- >”Um, what’s for breakfast, Master?”
- “Huh, I hadn’t actually thought of that.”
- >You rifle through your cabinets, finding a box of corn flake cereal.
- >You wonder how Pony milk goes with it.
- >…
- >Pretty good, it turns out – Berry’s milk is uniquely sweet;
- >a slight purple tinge to the liquid, and a faint flavor of grape, are all that really set it apart from typical cow milk.
- >She seems to be liking it too.
- >Perhaps you can make Berry Punch ice cream…?
- >Well, that’s a concern for a later time. For now, once the two of you finish your breakfast,
- >you take your bowls and throw them in the sink.
- >As you’re about to prepare for your run, you look at the toys drying on a hand towel;
- >a shiny string of marble-sized beads catches your attention.
- “Hey Berry, I’ve got something for you.”
- ***
- >Ponyville’s not too busy this morning, and the calm autumn breeze is perfect for your exercise;
- >nor are the few who are out and about paying much attention to Berry,
- >much to your relief. She HAS been completely missing for two whole weeks.
- >You look over at your cute little cum-fountain as she fidgets against the beads pressing into her butt;
- >it’s quite adorable, though she seems to also genuinely have trouble keeping pace,
- >no doubt a consequence of her two weeks of nonstop edging.
- >About twenty minutes into your run, just as you pass the Ponyville Library, she stops alongside a house.
- “Tired already?”
- >”Y-yeah… sorry, Master…”
- “None of that, my dear.”
- >You take her head in your hands and kiss her.
- “I’m not the one who needs to get in shape.”
- >You slow your pace to a walk for a little while, window shopping as you head into downtown Ponyville.
- >Winter is approaching, so the stores are stocked with all manner of hats, boots, and other accessories;
- >Wait a second…
- >Seeing something rather promising, you slip into one such store and make a quick purchase,
- >grabbing two bottles of water as a cover story.
- >Berry didn’t seem to notice, but appreciates the drink when you hand it to her.
- >”So, how long are we gonna be out?”
- “Maybe another half hour. You feeling okay?”
- >She gives an embarrassed smile.
- >”Y-yeah… except for, well, you know.”
- >Gosh, she’s so sweet. You almost regret spending so little time just talking with her.
- >You pet her along the ear.
- “I’m very proud of you, Berry. You’re the best Pony I could’ve asked for.”
- >She nuzzles affectionately against your hand, and you both share a quiet moment in the shade,
- >before resuming your jog through town.
- >Half an hour later, you’re back home, and Berry is sweating quite profusely as you step through the door.
- “You look beat.”
- >”It’s not that bad. Just… need to relax, take a shower…”
- “Hm? You’re not finished.”
- >”Wha?”
- “Berry, you’ll only get to move one day a week from now on.
- You have to get a lot of exercise in so you don’t wither away.”
- >She looks a bit upset, but your argument gets to her.
- “Not that you can’t relax.”
- >You walk into the kitchen and open the fridge,
- >grabbing an unlabeled bottle and pouring yourself a nice, tall glass of mare cum.
- >As you head to your living room, you see Berry reaching for the very same bottle.
- >God, you love that pony.
- ***
- >If Master wants you to work out, then by Celestia, you’re going to work your flanks off!
- >…Except for the part where you’ve never worked out in your life.
- >It was just one of those things you never did; you certainly weren’t an athletic filly,
- >and by the time you grew up, it didn’t seem important.
- >Hmm.
- “Should I do pushups?”
- >”Sure, go ahead.” Your Master calls from the other room.
- >Well…
- >You crouch all the way to the ground and push back up, repeating as quickly as you can;
- >your heart is racing, and your knees straining, so at least you know it’s working.
- >…but after a while, it’s almost too much.
- >You collapse, panting, exhausted and sweaty, your joints and heart throbbing.
- >”Good effort, Berry. You lasted ten straight minutes.”
- “Huh!?!?”
- >Damn it, only ten minutes? You’re never going to get in shape at this rate…
- >“Berry, don’t be upset about taking it slow. This is only for your health.”
- >Anon pets your shoulder, but you still feel a bit disappointed.
- >“Why don’t you do jumping jacks for a bit, change it up? If you’re a good girl, I’ll even reward you.”
- “A Reward?”
- >”Well, you’ll just have to do your best and find out.”
- ***
- >For someone as sedentary as Berry, she’s quite diligent when it comes to exercise;
- >you’ve heard the clapping of her hooves for well over an hour as she does jumping jacks in her room,
- >with periodic breaks, of course.
- > If this is her obligation to earn a week of unending pleasure,
- >you reckon she’s earned it amply; you’re quite proud of her.
- >The tall glass of ‘punch’ you’ve been nursing since you got home is quite tasty;
- >subtly sweet, and just the slightest bit tangy.
- >Still, nothing beats the genuine article. Time to give your slave her surprise.
- >You walk in to her jumping up and down to a good rhythm.
- “Berry, stop for a second.”
- >”Wha?”
- >She freezes, befuddled, as you step up and kneel behind her,
- >brushing aside her tail and latching on to your faithful cum-fountain.
- >”Aaahhh!”
- “Shhh…”
- >You pet her flanks as your tongue slides up her slit; you’d give anything to see her face right now.
- >Her swollen, pierced clitoris is an even easer target now that it can’t retract,
- >and you find yourself flitting and toying with the steel rod that impales her hyper-sensitive flesh.
- >Soon enough, a steady trickle of tasty fluids are leaking out for your drinking pleasure,
- >and Berry has completely fallen to the ground.
- >You indulge in her delicious flavor for a few more moments,
- >before ending your fun, satisfied and more than a little aroused.
- “Go take a shower, Berry. I’ll make lunch.”
- >”She flashes a smile and pecks you on the cheek. “Sure thing, Master!”
- ***
- >Half an hour or so later, your berry-flavored pony slave comes sauntering out of the bathroom,
- >a towel wrapped around her mane and a swing in her step.
- >The bland freshness wafting off of her is a far cry from last night’s bath –
- >oh well. She probably needed it.
- “Salad sandwiches for lunch. Sorry.”
- >”Aww, it’s no big deal, Master. I missed something a little… crunchier.”
- >You hadn’t thought of that – having only eaten soup, porridge, oatmeal and the like while she was bound,
- >your uninteresting salad is probably a godsend to her.
- >Still, there’s something intimately paternal about feeding her with a spoon,
- >and you imagine she’d be too out of her wits to eat any other way.
- >Hers is stuffed with roses, carnations, and daffodils, with a generous helping of mayonnaise;
- >you went with a typical egg salad sandwich.
- >You watch her take her first bite before chiming in.
- “You like it? I found it in a cookbook.”
- >”Mmm, it’s a little… Fluttershy, for my taste. Gimme a bite of that egg salad, please.”
- >Huh. You hand over your sandwich and she takes a hearty chomp.
- >So much for romance.
- ***
- >A quiet evening in was just what you needed;
- >Master’s wonderful hands are perfect for soothing your sore muscles,
- >and you’ve cherished these past few hours of relaxation.
- >Still, you’ve become anxious without your binds to secure you,
- >and so the time has come for you to be locked up for a full seven days of bliss.
- >The long and involved process need not be repeated yet again,
- >though you’re pleasantly surprised to recall that Master cleaned everything today –
- >you may not be able to notice it when you’ve lost your mind to pleasure,
- >but it’s reassuring to know he’s so considerate of your hygiene.
- >The blindfold slips over your eyes, Anon tying it snugly against your head.
- >“Can you see anything?”
- ”No, Master.”
- >”Good girl. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
- >Suddenly, you feel something soft being inserted into your ear;
- >some sort of an ear plug?
- >”One less sense you won’t be needing. Should make the pleasure all the more intense,”
- >Anon whispers into your free ear, before plugging up that one too.
- >You feel a finger pressing at your mouth and you open wide,
- >the metal ring gag stretching it open for whatever purpose your Master requires.
- >A moment later, you feel his warm, slippery tongue brushing against your nethers,
- >and you can’t help but moan as he eats you out, drooling from both ends of your body.
- >A large, rounded plug is pushed against your butt,
- >and it slips inside of you easily with the help of generous lubricant.
- >Three full pumps and the flick of a remote, and your ass is merrily buzzing away;
- >still, it’s nothing compared to the main course…
- >Wait…
- >You feel a tiny object being pressed against your clit, and it is secured with some sort of tape.
- >Two more are pressed into your depths, and you realize too late just what Master has in mind;
- >the vibrators spring to life,
- >shattering any restraint or modesty as your button and G-spot are pleasured without respite.
- >Your well-lubricated tunnel is penetrated by the same thick, equine dildo that’d tormented you for weeks,
- >serving to hold the tiny vibrators against your G-spot snugly in place.
- >The final piece, however, is something you’d never even thought of –
- >a tiny weight, hooked to the chain attached to your piercing,
- >that tugs down noticeably, if not painfully, on your clit.
- >One of your earplugs is idly plucked out –
- >”Sorry if it isn’t what you were expecting, but we’ll both be thirsty over the coming days.
- >I’m sure you’ll be leaking like a faucet in no time, my pretty little pony.
- >Now, how about a little fun?”
- >Your ear is re-sealed, and the unmistakable texture of his cock is pressed against your tongue;
- >without much fanfare, he’s brutally impaling himself in your throat,
- >the humming vibration of your moans fueling a pleasure of his own.
- >Gosh, you love your Master.
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