EquestriaFemdom - "Pet"

The break of dawn in Miss Fluttershy’s cottage has something of a routine to it. I wake up at six o’clock sharp and feed the other house pets first thing in the morning – a tedious chore my lovely owner shan’t be bothered with. The stray pups, kittens, and two or three parakeets all have their breakfast needs to be sure, but it pales in comparison to caring for the “true” wildlife of Ponyville, which is my Mistress’s special domain and cherished duty. Still, anything I can do to help is appreciated.

Once I’ve woken and fed the animals, they’re let out for exercise, and I get to the business of preparing myself. Ever since Angel found a mate and moved into the plains of Equestria to start a family, Fluttershy had been strangely… downcast. Of course, I didn’t know her special tastes at the time, but I was stirred with sympathy nonetheless, and began to spend more and  more time with the beautiful golden mare. Truth be told, she’s rather well compensated for her work… either that, or this lacy, practically weightless bunny-boy getup wasn’t as expensive as I think. Oversized floppy pink ears protrude from a frilly headdress, strapped to a pink silk collar adorned with hearts. See-through armbands and straps of fabric criss-crossing my chest comprise the outfit’s “top”, along with tiny, heart-shaped, translucent stickers to emphasize my soft little tits. I pull up the thigh-high mesh stockings and slip into my leather platform boots, pink, of course. Last, I take the fuzzy, white little ball of a tail, attached to a short, thick silicone plug, and sliding it inside of me, snug and secure, to complete the ensemble.

Slinging a fuzzy bathrobe over my shoulder in the event of a morning visit, I hear activity in the kitchen, and my heart flutters as I step out to greet my Mistress and owner, the most beautiful, delicate, compassionate pony in Equestria.

“Oh, hey! Good morning! Everything taken care of with the house pets?”

Nodding excitably, my ears flop about on my head like stalks of wheat. Bunny rabbits don’t talk.

“There’s a good little bunny…” she walks up and tickles me behind the ear, before moving off to prepare our food. I take my place beside the table, as she fills my food bowl with freshly-steamed carrots, beans, lettuce, tomatoes, and tiny balls of grilled bread. She pours a measure of milk into my other bowl, before patting me on the head and taking her own meal. She is sensible enough to permit silverware and straws, so we get to our vegetarian breakfasts silently and peacefully.

The rest of the day was rather interesting, at least for living with Fluttershy. A few bears came by with thorns in their paws from scavenging in a rough patch of the Everfree, and Twilight came by to pick up some Draconic reference text my Mistress had borrowed. She probably finds it strange I’m always wearing the same bathrobe when she visits, but it’s better than the alternative.

I spent most of the day tidying up – dusting the cabinets, wiping down countertops, sweeping the floors, cleaning up the various pets’ messes – all while every inch of my smooth, slender, bunny-boy figure is exposed to the light of day, and the appreciative eyes of Fluttershy. Noticing her staring from outside, I wag my tail back and forth, sticking out my tongue and winking to earn a blush from my modest owner. I finish by around two o’clock, though the nature of her work ensures Fluttershy can be busy at any time of day.

Taking the chance to prepare a late lunch for the two of us, I begin chopping up carrots and sautéing stalks of asparagus, brewing a pitcher of sweet tea and a light platter of healthy veggies. When the modest meals are ready, I ring a bell in the kitchen to get her attention.

“What is it?” Fluttershy’s soft, graceful voice is music to my ears. As she trots into the cottage, she breaks into a smile at seeing the table set. “Wow… thank you! I almost forgot, I’ve been so busy…” she glides up to my cheekily-grinning face, and gives me a tiny smooch, and this time I’m the one blushing. Taking my food bowl, I sit down on the floor by my Mistress, careful not to squash my tail in any deeper than it need be, and dig in, occasionally risking an affectionate rub of her hoof, which she happily permits.

Man, what a strange and fortunate turn of events these past few weeks have presented. I’d always had a thing for dressing up all cute-like, but back on Earth, that was a peculiarity that relegated me to the status of ‘trap’, or otherwise suggested an affinity for male companionship. I’d always kept it a secret, then – men and now stallions do nothing for me, simple, aggressive, and pushy as they often are. Luckily, these Equestrian mares are outnumbered four to three, and a wider sea to fish in, so to speak, caught me up with the perfect pony to understand and share in my unusual desires. Though the nearly-nude state I’m kept in for hours at a time, combined with my intricate and delicate lingerie, do make work a bit challenging.

We’re interrupted by the roar of some large animal or other. “Oh! Sorry, dear, have to go.” She bolts up from her seat and turns to me at the door, “Y-you can clean up now. Thanks!” She zooms out without another word, and I tidy up the kitchen once more. Out of work to do, I slip out of my boots and plop down on my bed to take a nap.

“Wake up, little bunny…” Wiping through bleary eyes, I blink up to see my beloved owner straddling me, her hooves on my shoulders and her soft, silky pink hair falling gently over my face. As I come to, she stokes my cheek with a hoof, and brings herself in to kiss me – a warm, fuzzy, happy feeling radiating through me as I indulge in this intimate gesture of passion. Breaking off her kiss, Fluttershy is distracted by the feeling of my hand massaging and caressing her right wing, muttering soft little moans and cries as I work my way through her delicate feathers, careful to treat this beautiful pony as elegantly as she deserves.

It’s already well into the night - she really gave me a substantial nap. “Ooh! Yes, yes, right there!” she exclaims. I must’ve hit a sweet spot, so I slowly raise the pressure of my kneading, massaging the crook of her wing and relieving a point of tension. With my free hand, I roam up and down her left flank, feeling my mistress’s silky yellow fur between my fingers as she continues to gasp and squeal from my service. Taking her head in my hand, I bring her down for another smooch, before Fluttershy again takes control of the situation.

“W-well, you’ve been such a good boy today…” Fluttershy leans down and nuzzles into my neck, planting kisses along my skin as I take the chance to smell her clean and fragrant mane. She continues to roam my skin with her soft little licks, teasing me along my shoulders and chest before coming to my tiny, heart-covered nipples. Slipping the adhesive decorations off of my chest, she slides her tongue over one of my tits, tickling me into a slight, girlish cry before moving onto the other one. It’s hard not to notice my straining erection by now, and Fluttershy decides to move things forward, climbing down to my stocking-clad thighs and hoisting my legs up into my air, where they fall over my shoulders. Everything is on display for her – my fuzzy white tail and its attached toy, my smooth, supple inner thighs, and, of course, my stiffly-raised prick, hanging expectantly in the open air.

My owner’s not one for direct or insistent action, and instead merely massages and tickles my thighs, running her hooves against my sensitive flesh. I contain my urge to move my hands, careful to maintain my complete submission to this beautiful mare; testing her Pet’s resolve, Fluttershy brings her mouth into my groin, dragging her tongue *just* up against my crotch, sending fireworks through my body and provoking a tiny dribble of precum from my long-overlooked penis. She loves arousing me in the slowest and most agonizing way possible, and wears a naughty grin as she sucks, licks, and rubs just inches away from my cock.

After a short time, her ministrations have caused a constant stream of fluid to leak from my dick, and she eventually stops to admire her handiwork. “You’ve really worked yourself up, haven’t you? “ I nod emphatically, my oversized pink ears flopping against the headboard. “A growing young bunny has his needs… let momma take care of you. Everything’s gonna be alright.” Her angelic face takes on a serene peacefulness as she closes her eyes and brings her tongue up against my penis, languidly licking up the underside of my shaft, and my eyes roll back in my head from the pleasure. Just leave everything to my wonderful mistress.

Fluttershy keeps up her slow, consistent licking, bathing me in her saliva and my pre-cum until I’m completely soaked. I look down to her, and she gives me a loving smile before taking my head in her mouth and sucking in earnest, rewarding me for my good behavior with the warm, wet contractions of her mouth and the skillful rubbing of her tongue. Soon enough, I get rather close, but anticipating this, Fluttershy stops and makes a face.

“Not yet, little bunny…” emphasizing her authority, she pushes my toy in a little deeper, sending a jolt through my prick and a scowl across my face. “Aww, don’t worry… momma just needs you to be prepared, that’s all.” Rising from her prone position, she stands on the bed and saunters up to me, turning around to reveal her very aroused sex. “You ready for me?”

I give a short, rapt nod, and Fluttershy lowers herself down onto me, slowly impaling her hot, silky depths with my trembling cock. She’s probably making all sorts of adorable faces, but I don’t even open my eyes, instead focusing on not blowing my load then and there – so rare and treasured is this experience that I fear I might ruin it with impatience. A tiny squeak catches my attention as she hilts herself fully on my dick, and I see she’s just as dumbly horny as I am. She weakly begins bouncing up and down, as much affected by the infrequency of our sexual encounters as I am.

“H-hey… you can help out, if you want…” Gladly, my beautiful Mistress – I wrap my hands around her flanks and pump into her as she bounces down on me, reveling in her tightness as she skillfully contracts around my penis. Speed is overrated – as we lie there together, slowly and deliberately making love, all I can do is smile, and she does the same. As I brush up against a very special spot, Fluttershy grabs around my back, falling onto me and burying her head in my neck. Jackpot. I gradually increase my tempo, honing in on that magic patch of flesh just within her sex.

As our forceful lovemaking presses on, thighs pumping ceaselessly against flanks, I can feel my Mistress’s body tensing, and quicken my pace further, slapping furiously into her pussy while we share a passionate embrace. Tighter, tighter…

“Aaah~” she screams into my shoulder, her Pegasus wings exploding into a canopy of gold, and waves of climax wash through her entire body. The agonizing contractions of her sex against my cock send me into an orgasm shortly after hers; clutching Fluttershy’s delicate body like a pillow, I weakly pump into her as streams of cum pour into her womb, and we both share in an ecstatic, thoughtless peak.

Neither of us can really move – yellow wings splayed out over my bed, my penis limply hanging from my groin as a slight dribble of fluid leaks from Fluttershy’s vagina, we simply sit there, basking in the afterglow of sex and neither of us saying a word. Weightless slivers of pink mane rise and fall with my breathing; their owner doesn’t seem quite conscious at the moment. I take the chance to run my hands through the messed, rose-tinted hair lying over us. What a wonderful life we’ve made together.