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- >Day Rumble Underfoot.
- "Don't you have anything older?"
- >The man typed away at his computer to see if there was more stock at the other stores.
- >"I'm sorry, but our sale last week cleared most of them out." He nodded over to the scared colt. "This one is a return."
- >Anon looked at the colt with some disdain.
- >Rumble was cute, there was no denying that, but she was hoping for someone more mature.
- "When do you get new stock?"
- >The clerked scratched his head as he tried to remember the schedule.
- >"Next week Wednesday, I think."
- >She sighed loudly.
- >He was younger than she wanted, but he would have to do.
- "Alright. I'll take him."
- >"An excellent choice, Ma'am. May I interest you in some accessories as well?"
- >He explained the care and feeding needed for the Pegasus, as well as recommended different items.
- >By the time he was done, Anon's cart was filled, and Rumble was tearing up in his crate.
- >So far he had refused to speak to them, even when prodded for an answer.
- >He just stayed as far away from them as possible, which wasn't much.
- >Rumble watched Anon through the grate.
- >She was an average sized woman, though a little plump.
- >Her skin was pale, like she didn't go outside often, and she had a long brown mane.
- >She didn't look particularly scary, but Rumble had thought the same of his first master.
- >Suddenly Anon had a strange thought.
- >What if he tried to fly away?
- >He did have wings after all.
- "Do you think he will try to fly away when I let him out?"
- >The man shrugged.
- >"His last owner said that he tried, so we clipped his wings back. They will grow big enough for him to fly in a month or so, but you can trim them if you like."
- >"No, please. Don't do that."
- "So he can speak," Anon said, with more annoyance than she intended. "Will you promise not to fly away?"
- >He looked down at the thin blanket he used as a bed, but didn't answer.
- >Rumble knew that he would try to escape the first chance he got.
- 1/12
- >Why would he live a life of servitude, when he could fly free in the clouds?
- "I asked you a question, Rumble."
- >Still, he did not respond to her.
- >He just laid down and closed his eyes as tightly as he could.
- >He had always been a poor liar, and didn't want to try his luck with a new owner.
- >That would only mean a spanking, and he didn't like those.
- >"We do have wing binders if you prefer that…"
- >Anon wrinkled her little nose at the man.
- "Fine. But I am not buying anything else. Please ring me up."
- >He placed the restrictors in her cart and began the process of scanning each item.
- >Soon enough he was done, and helped her load her precious cargo into her SUV.
- >As he had advised, Anon kept her little pony in the crate.
- >It could be dangerous to have a pony loose the first time he is taken home, he had explained, and she understood that it was best.
- >Half an hour later, they arrived at her house.
- >It was good a size for a woman just starting her career.
- >Her father had lent her some money, and combined with her savings she was able to put down a sizable downpayment.
- >She pulled into the garage and closed the door before unloading the toys and accessories.
- >With that complete, she stood outside of his crate, and tapped her foot.
- >Was he going to behave, she wondered, or would she have to deal with a rabid pony, hoping desperately to escape?
- >The prospect of lifting both him and the crate did not appeal to her.
- "Rumble, if you play nice then we can avoid using a leash inside," she said in her sweetest tone. "And you will get some dinner. You would like that, right?"
- >His ears turned to her voice, but he did not raise his head to look at her.
- "You aren't hungry?"
- >Again he did not respond.
- >Anon was starting to get annoyed.
- >He was her property, and she could not fathom why he would continue to decline answering her.
- "Rumble, you are beginning to test my patience. I know this... situation is difficult to accept, but your behavior has to end right now."
- 2/12
- >She waited several seconds for something, but was rewarded with him simply laying his head down.
- "Rumble, look at me…" She grabbed the crate and shook it. If he didn't understand patience, then he would feel the lash. "Look at me!"
- >His eyes finally darted up at her, but only for an instant before returning to his blanket.
- "Fine! Have it your way! Where is that binder!?"
- >Anon stepped away, but stopped when she heard Rumble speak.
- >"No, please. You don't need that."
- "Ah, now he talks."
- >"You don't need to get it."
- "Why not? You are being disobedient."
- >He visibly swallowed when he looked up at her.
- >His eyes were red, clearly on the verge of crying.
- >"When they clipped my wings, I felt like I lost something. My connection to magic or something, I don't know. A harness will make me lose what little magic I have left. Please don't make me wear it."
- >He looked up at her, silently begging for mercy.
- >She stood there, judging him.
- >Was he being honest?
- >Anon decided to take a chance, and unlatched his crate.
- "If you behave and listen to me, we can avoid using it. Will you behave?"
- >A thousand thoughts ran through Rumble's mind.
- >Each one screamed a different course of action.
- >Run. Stay. Fly. Bow. Cry. Fight.
- >But he aired on the side of caution, and jerkily nodded.
- >"Yes, Mistress. I'll be good."
- >Anon smiled as she gently brushed his mane.
- >Rumbled pulled away for an instant, before thinking better of it, and allowed her to touch him.
- "Good. I want you to be happy, so we can be happy together."
- >His eyes again darted to hers, to see if there was deception, but he couldn't decipher her look.
- >If this was going to even have a chance of working, he would have to meet her halfway, he reasoned.
- >She stepped aside, and he slowly climbed out of his crate.
- >Despite being clipped, his wings allowed him to glide slightly as he hopped off the back of her truck.
- 3/12
- >Anon waved her shoe below the car, and the gate closed by itself.
- >Rumble didn't understand human magic, but he figured she must have some abilities as well.
- "Let me show you around, and then we can get you something to eat."
- >The house was larger than he expected.
- >It had three bedrooms, one which was used as an office, a living room with a den, and several bathrooms.
- "This will be your room for now…" Anon said as he showed him the smallest of the three bedrooms.
- >There was no bed, just a few boxes stacked in a corner, and a single wooden chair, like she wasn't sure what to do with the room.
- >This made Rumble breath a sigh of relief, though he didn't let Anon see him relax slightly.
- >He had half expected a room with D rings embedded in the floor to tie him to, and instruments of pain to line to walls.
- >But neither were there, which was promising at least.
- >When they returned to the kitchen, Anon put a plate of fried eggplant and hay in front of him.
- >It might as well have been a feast, and he devoured it while she sat beside him.
- >She watched him intently as he ate.
- >Something about looking at her pony was amusing to her, and he didn't seem to mind.
- >With the meal finished, she led him into the living room and plopped down on the couch.
- >He hesitated, before sitting on the floor.
- >People usually didn't like it when ponies sat on furniture without permission.
- "Why don't you sit here," she said while patting the floor in front of her with her toes. "It'll be warmer."
- >"I'm fine right here, Mistress," he said, and then remembered to say, "Thank you."
- >Anon pressed her lips together as she looked at him.
- "We're not going to get along very well if you argue over everything."
- >Rumble's chest tightened.
- >He didn't want to anger her, but he wasn't comfortable being that close to her either.
- >"Mistress, why did you buy me?"
- >Anon tilted her head slightly.
- 4/12
- >She didn't think he would ask that so soon, but it might be easier to clear the air early.
- >She wondered if she should tell him the truth, or a pleasant lie.
- >In the end, she didn't want to manipulate him, maybe other women would, but not Anon.
- >That's for men, not her little pet.
- "I had money, and I was bored. If you're going to ask why I chose you, it's because you were the only pony left, and I wasn't in the mood to wait."
- >Rumble sat there for second as he thought it over.
- >During this time, Anon removed her socks and tossed them to the corner of the room.
- >True, it was her home, and she could do as she pleased, but he thought all humans wore socks indoors.
- >Rumble shook his head, but moved forward and sat in front of her.
- "Good boy," she cooed as she lightly brushed his mane. "What do you want to watch?"
- >He looked up at the television which was showing people talking about politics.
- >"Do you have any action movies?"
- "I can find one."
- >She pressed on her phone and several screens popped up, before she finally selected one.
- >The first scene showed a boy watching as his father was murdered in front of him.
- >Rumbled covered his eyes when the man's head flew off, but it was just to keep up appearances.
- >He loved it!
- >The boy was chained to a wheel, and swore to get revenge for his father.
- "You like this?"
- >"Yeah!" Rumble said enthusiastically.
- >His last owner didn't let him watch much TV.
- "I'm glad."
- >Sometime during the movie, Anon started to pet Rumble's mane.
- >His ear flicked when she brushed it, but it did feel good.
- >Why was he afraid of her in the first place, he wondered.
- >She had been nothing but kind to him so far, and she let him watch things he enjoyed.
- >Her feet squeezed his haunches a few times during the scary parts, and he put a hoof on one.
- >Anon let him hold her toes while she brushed his flank with her other foot.
- 5/12
- >It was a little distracting, but Rumble kept watching the movie.
- >Before long, the climax of the movie arrived and Rumble felt his heart quicken.
- >Anon moved her legs over his shoulders in a sort of hug, and he held onto her ankles.
- >Having her close by was strangely soothing, and she didn't complain when he held them close.
- >It didn't look good for the man, but he was able to pull through and finally avenge his father.
- >The credits began to roll, and Rumble turned to his master.
- >"Wow! What happens next? Did they make a sequel?"
- "You really liked that, huh?" she giggled.
- >This was the reaction she was hoping for, which is why she chose that film.
- >"Yeah. When the bad guys were charging at the temple, and the music was playing… it was so cool!"
- "I don't know…" Anon pretended to be hesitant. "There was a lot of violence in that movie. Can't have my little honey bunny seeing things like that."
- >"It wasn't that bad. I closed my eyes at the scary parts," he lied.
- >Those were his favorite scenes.
- >Anon pretended to think it over as he looked at her.
- >It was good that she already found one of his weak spots, and she smiled to herself.
- "If you're good, you'll keep getting rewards like this. But if I have to keep arguing with you over every little thing, then…"
- >She trailed off so his mind would run wild.
- >And it did.
- >He didn't like getting spanked, or the idea of his wings being trimmed again.
- >Maybe one day, if he was good enough, she would let him fly around the house.
- >Or maybe even outside!
- >Rumble wasn't a strong flier, but he enjoyed the feeling of soft clouds under his hooves.
- >"I'll be good, Mistress."
- "I'm glad," Anon cooed. "Since you're down there, can you give me a massage? I've been walking around all day."
- >At first, Rumble wasn't sure what she meant.
- >How could he give her a massage from the ground when she was on the couch?
- 6/12
- >But when she wiggled her toes in his lap, he realized what she wanted.
- >He hadn't looked at them closely until just then.
- >They were pale, just like her, and her soles were slightly reddened where they made contact with the floor.
- >Her toes were long, and she had red polish on her toenails.
- >A few had small chips, but it was clear that she had painted them only recently.
- >The rest of her foot was smooth and soft.
- >Anon sat up on the edge of her seat to give him more room to move, before putting on a show she had already seen before.
- >It would just be background noise for them, since she didn't think Rumble would be interested in a musical about high school life.
- >Most boys certainly didn't like it, so why would a colt?
- >She was right, since Rumble only looked up for a moment before going back to his task.
- >He took a foot in his hooves and examined it.
- >What were you supposed to even do for a massage, he wondered.
- >He noticed, that the bottom was softer and meatier than the top, so he began there.
- >With both hooves, he held it down and pressed into her sole with the edge of his hoof.
- >He wasn't sure how much pressure to use, so he started softly at first.
- >His hooves made small comforting, or at least he thought it would be comforting, circles.
- >Anon flexed her toes and stretched them out as he played with her foot.
- >Both hands moved to his head, and started playing with one of his ears.
- >It flicked at the touch, but he didn't mind.
- >"And I doing it right?" He asked.
- "Yes," she said, though truthfully it was amateurish at best. "Keep going, you're doing just fine."
- >She didn't want to make him feel self conscious.
- >This was, after all, the first time he had willingly done something for her.
- >Satisfied, Rumble moved to her other foot and repeated his ministrations.
- >He was good at this, and if it meant seeing more cool movies, well, then that was just the price of admission.
- 7/12
- >Rumble took each toe in turn, and lightly pressed and rubbed them.
- >He had noticed her smell before, but hadn't paid attention to it.
- >Now that he was kneading her arch he finally allowed himself to sniff.
- >It was a short and shallow inhale, he didn't want her to notice.
- >He felt himself becoming embarrassed, since he wasn't given permission to do that.
- >But, when he looked up at her, she just smiled pleasantly, so either she didn't notice, or didn't care.
- >Her scent was floral, and made him think of back home.
- "That's enough, Rumble. Thank you for that."
- >Rumble hesitated, he was actually starting to enjoy their time together.
- >This human was being kind to him, even though he didn't deserve it.
- >"C-can we watch another action movie? Since… I was good?"
- >Anon giggled at her pony.
- >"What? I like them."
- "Of course we can watch another, but I was thinking of another reward."
- >Rumbled perked up at this.
- >He must have done a really good job if she was going to give him a treat.
- >But what could be better than a movie?"
- >He was afraid to ask, but did anyway."
- >"Are you going to take me outside?"
- >Again she giggled at him, and he felt his cheeks burning.
- "I'll let you go outside whenever you want, Rumble. You don't need to ask for that." Her feet moved between his thighs and pushed them apart. "I was talking about this."
- >Rumble nearly choked when he looked down.
- >Somehow during the massage he had come unsheathed.
- >It sometimes came out when he was sleeping, and also when he looked at cute fillies.
- >To him, it was a dirty thing that needed to be hidden.
- >Why else would it be out of sight most of the time?
- >"I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't mean to-"
- "Shhh, it's alright, Rumble. You're still growing up, and it's natural for a colt your age to display for your master."
- >Rumble tried to cover his face with his forelegs, but Anon moved them aside.
- "Let me take care of this for you…"
- 8/12
- >She moved and barely touched it with her big toe.
- >It was so gentle, even though Rumble was watching intently, he wasn't sure if they were actually touching.
- >Then she moved her foot, up and down his shaft, and he felt a surge pass through him.
- >It traveled up his spine, and down to his hooves.
- >Nopony had ever touched him there before, and he had to gasp to maintain control.
- "Are you alright?"
- >"Yes, Mistress," he said, while nodding jerkily.
- >She tried to gauge his reaction.
- >Was he simply saying yes because that's what he thought she wanted to hear, or was he enjoying it?
- >Either way, he would grow to love it, or he would live his days chained in his room.
- >Rumble was a thing, not a man, and she would get what she wanted from him.
- "Good."
- >She moved her other foot down and grabbed his member with both.
- >Anon squeezed him with her toes several times, each time eliciting a new gasp from him.
- "Someone really likes this," she teased. "Can't you see what a kind master I can be?"
- >She put one sole on the top, and slowly moved down.
- >The other moved to his orbs and lifted up, like she was weighing them.
- >Rumble's mind started to become hazy as she caressed his stallionhood.
- >All the while, she was brushing his mane, though one hand moved to his chest.
- >Her fingers played with his chest fluff, and pulled at it occasionally.
- >Rumble began to jerkily thrust into his master's feet.
- >They were so incredibly soft, and the smell was intoxicating.
- "No," Anon said before tugging his ear. "Let me do all the work."
- >Rumble nodded, unwilling to defy her, which might end this new game.
- >She put one foot under his now fully engorged rod, and the other on the opposite side.
- >They moved together, up and down, over and over.
- >Rumble had to grab her ankles, the feeling was too overwhelming.
- >Anon liked watching her little pony squirm at her gentle touch.
- 9/12
- >He made so many faces as she teased him and pulled at his hard member.
- >The ring circling his shaft was strange to her, but that's what made this more interesting.
- >Her last boyfriend had loved getting footjobs from her, and it looked like this pony was no different.
- >She curled over her pony and moved her hands so they gripped both of his shoulders.
- >Anon could feel his hot breath as he tried to maintain some semblance of control.
- >This was always her favorite part.
- >The look on a mans face as she turned him into puddy under her soles.
- >"What's happening, Mistress?" Rumble asked breathily.
- >His breathing was starting to become hoarse, and she could tell he was getting close.
- >Instantly, she stopped, and put her big toe over his hole.
- "No, don't do that just yet. I didn't give you permission to cum."
- >"It feels like I have to pee," he protested.
- >He started to thrust, fruitlessly, as Anon had pulled away both feet and watched him.
- >The look on his face amused her, she had seen it many times before.
- "You have to hold on just a little longer, Honey Bunny, or we won't play this game anymore."
- >Rumble tried to clear his mind, but all he could think about was her feet.
- >Another tug at his ear brought him back down, and he let his breathing slow.
- >They waited there, for a few seconds before Anon spoke again.
- "Do you think you can handle more?"
- >"Yes, Mistress," he said.
- >How much longer would her teasing last?
- >Anon slowly slid her soles to his heavy balls and flexed several times so they lifted toward him.
- >He let out a single whimper and put his hooves at his side to keep from toppling over.
- >Again she engulfed him with her soles.
- >Her motions were smoother, and softer than before, trying to keep him from spilling his seed.
- >Anon pressed her heels into his belly as she proceeded to pleasure her pet.
- >This way her legs and calves didn't have to do quite so much work.
- 10/12
- >But it was all the same to Rumble.
- >He was lost in her sweet embrace.
- >Once more he whimpered, though this time he pleaded.
- >"Please, Mistress. I can't take much more."
- "But, you're doing so good, Rumble."
- >He swallowed again, and lifted his head to look at her.
- >His large eyes begged for her to let him finish.
- >She felt herself getting wetter as she continued to rub him.
- >During their escapade, his wings had become unfurled, and she gently touched one.
- >He was so cute like this, she thought.
- >A tear began to form in his large eyes, which made Anon decide to allow him some release.
- "Give me a kiss first."
- >Rumble pushed against the floor to meet his master's lips.
- >The kiss was awkward at best.
- >He clearly had no practice, but he was trying at least.
- >Despite this, she felt her mound quiver in anticipation.
- >Soon he would be addicted, and wouldn't be able to resist her special flower.
- >And then he would be hers, to enjoy to her heart's content.
- >The thought was a pleasant one.
- >Once she got a boyfriend, she wouldn't need him anymore.
- >But Rumble didn't need to know that.
- >Not yet, anyway.
- >She gripped him tighter, before whispering in his ear.
- "Alright. Since you've been good, I'll let you cum. Just close your eyes and enjoy it."
- >"Thank you," he whispered back.
- >Anon smiled to herself.
- >Though he wasn't her first choice, he would do.
- >Anon slid her feet up, so his small stallionhood was only covered by her toes.
- >She gripped him as hard as she dared, and moved up and down quickly.
- >No longer teasing, she squeezed his shaft hard as she jerked his cock with her feet.
- >Rumble thrust as fast as he could, the sensation was overwhelming.
- >"Something's happening!"
- >He felt something inside him clench, and his orbs tightened under him.
- >Rumble cried out, as he could no longer keep it back.
- >His cock flared, and Anon was surprised at how large it had gotten.
- 11/12
- >Still, she had to keep stroking and gripped him even harder.
- >He felt several shockwaves moving through his body as he clenched a muscle he didn't even know he had.
- >Anon watched as he shot thick rope after rope onto her toes and bare wooden floor.
- >It was more than she had expected, but it was a pleasant surprise.
- "My, my, this is a lot of cum. Has it been a long time?" She teased him, still stroking his aching member.
- >She wanted to coax out every last drop from his heavy orbs.
- >In a moment, Rumble's thighs tightened again before shooting a final load onto the floor.
- >With that done, he slumped back, and she could feel his stallionhood shrinking in her toes.
- >They sat there for nearly a minute, as she allowed him to catch his breath.
- >"Thank you, Mistress. That was a lot better than another movie," he said while turning to look at her.
- >His eyes were half lidded, and Anon knew that he was under her spell.
- "And we can do this more often… as long as you please me."
- >"Alright," he said while swaying.
- >Why did men always want to sleep after sex?
- "Clean up your mess, and then you can rest in your room."
- >Anon released him from her embrace, and put a box of tissues next to him.
- >His cheeks burned as he wiped her feet with the paper.
- >This was wrong.
- >Ponies aren't supposed to do that with people.
- >This stuff, whatever it was, was supposed to be for somepony he loved.
- >It wasn't supposed to be spilled on the floor for his master.
- >But he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it.
- >It took several tissues before he was finally done, and Anon lightly patted his head.
- "Alright, Rumble. Grab your bed and go to sleep. Tomorrow I'll expect some breakfast."
- >He collected the tissues and balanced them on his back so he could throw them away.
- >"Yes, Mistress."
- >Anon leaned back and watched him as he trotted to the trash can.
- >That's where his cum belonged.
- >In the garbage.
- 12/12
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