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- >You are Key Lime
- >Former member of the DawnBringers.
- >Reformed, and mercifully pardoned citizen of the Crystal Province.
- >…
- >This morning you did something terribly, terribly stupid.
- >You were at the bakery, trying to get a loaf of rye bread dinner with your wife.
- >It was her birthday, and you wanted to make sure she had the right type of bread to go along with her hay and pasta.
- >When you arrived at the store you were surprised to find it crowded and full with other ponies.
- >Unfortunately, a lot of ponies also means a lot of customers, and a lot of customers means a lot of bread being sold.
- >By the time you got in line, only a few loafs of Rye were left.
- >You looked forward and counted.
- >1…2…3…4…
- >5!! There there 5 ponies in the queue before you, and 5 loafs of Rye bread left.
- >It was ok - Sure, you are cutting it close, but there would be enough bread for-
- >Before you ever finished your thought, a little self-entitled stallion tired to cut you in line.
- >For the first time in months you got felt… odd.
- >You felt… /angry/.
- >...
- >How stupid could you have been?
- >You didn’t listen to his explanation.
- >All you remember was him mentioning something about going to the restroom, and showing you some sort of ticket.
- >You didn’t care.
- >You shoved him away, causing him to fall and slide across the floor.
- >Everyone stopped whatever they were doing and simply stared at you.
- >It took a moment for the adrenaline to burn of, but when it did, you instantly realized what you did.
- >Everyone was just… staring at you.
- >No pony was talking, or even moving.
- >…
- >You ran.
- >You musings are cut short buy your hood being removed.
- >You wince out of discomfort, you eyes struggling to adjust to the relative brightness around you.
- >As you finally recover your sight, you see Umbra descending from her throne.
- >Governess Umbra.
- >Your heart begins to race.
- >From the moment you ran out of the bakery, you knew you were in trouble.
- >You knew that you broke the law, and that there would be punishment for what you did.
- >But the Governess?
- >You… you didn’t expect this.
- >As you watch her move toward you, you notice her hips swaying much more… provocatively than a normal mare.
- >You watch for a moment, before forcing your eyes down.
- >If she thought you were gawking at her, she would...
- >You swallow.
- >This must be a test.
- >That’s why you’re here… to prove you’re a good pony….
- >A good pony who knows his place…
- >This must be a test.
- >...
- >She giggles.
- >"I've heard you've been acting like a naughty pony..."
- >You don't move, fearful of sending the wrong signal.
- "I didn't mean to Governness... I- I wasn't thinking... I-"
- >She walks past you, flicking her tail against your chest as she lightly brushes her trunk against your own.
- >"Such a naughtly stallion indeed..."
- >As she makes her way around your body, you become keenly aware of just how close she is.
- >She brushes against your tail, and traces her magic lightily against the top of your back.
- >You keep your head down, wishing you could teleport youself home to your wife.
- >As she comes to a stop on your left, you feel her weight as she leans into your trunk, forcing you to readjust your hooves to keep balance.
- >Your nose flares as you catch the softest scents of cherry drifting from her coat.
- >"How long have you been under our guidance stallion?..."
- >Her voice is sultry and seductive.
- >Your heart is racing.
- >You /can't/ saying anything stupid.
- >Stay calm...
- >Closing your eyes, you take a breath before replying.
- “Six months governness. I've been here for six months..."
- >She coos.
- >”Six months? So you're still new here, aren't you?"
- >You nod your head quickly.
- >Umbra nuzzles your neck, forcing you to stay still.
- >You feel so vulnerable.
- >The guards are watching you... standing here in chains, being rubbed upon - teased by the Governness...
- >You force your tongue to move.
- "Yes Governness..."
- >She sighs.
- >"And you were doing so good too..."
- >Her implications aren’t lost on you.
- >You sweat suddenly feels cold.
- "Please- Governess... I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking..."
- >Your speak in a hushed tone, hoping to keep the conversation private.
- >Her hoof finds its way to your heart, and you become fully aware of how fast it has been racing.
- >"This isn't uncommon with new guests; it's not often they fully understand their... position... in this peaceful land..."
- >You nod weakly, your throat to dry to speak.
- >”That /is/ what this Providence is, correct? Peaceful?"
- >You nod furiously.
- ”Yes Governess..”
- >She hums for a few moments, thinking to herself.
- >"Your wife - she's here on a visa, isn't she?"
- >You freeze.
- >Not this.
- >Anything but this.
- "Yes Governness... yes she is..."
- >She giggles.
- >"And how long has she been here so far?"
- >You swallow, wetting your mouth before speaking.
- >T-Three weeks Governess..."
- >Umbra readjust herself, placing even more of her weight onto your trunk.
- >"And has she given you… /release/ since she's been here?"
- "G-Governess?"
- >She chuckles.
- >"Has she let you rut?"
- >The "t" in rut hangs in the air, as your mind struggles to process the question.
- >She's asking about your sex life?
- >Why?
- >You can feel the gaze of the guards lining the throne room fall on your body.
- >It's humiliating.
- "Governess..."
- >Predicting your reply, she speaks.
- >"Don't be nervous stallion, /I/ won't judge you..."
- >You swallow.
- >There are no other options.
- "We haven't... had sex... since she arrived..."
- >Umbra gasp dramatically, and your ears fall flat.
- >"Not once?"
- >You shake your head quickly.
- >"This is a shame! You're such a handsome colt too!"
- >She snaps her teeth a few times, shaking her head gently.
- >"No no no, this simply won't do..."
- >A mare shouldn't /deny/ her husband release for so long; it might lead too... unrulely behavior..."
- >You shake your head.
- "This isn't her fault... please..."
- >She nods.
- >"We aren't going to punish her, have no fear champion..."
- >Before you can react, you feel magic encircle your sheath.
- >"We'd simply like to help... relieve your tension.
- >You freeze, closing your eyes in fear.
- >This isn’t happening.
- >You feel her magic slowly caress your stallionhood, before sliding backwards, and cupping your testes.
- >”So swollen…”
- “Governess, please, I’m sorry…”
- >Ignoring your input, she continues.
- >”You do know what, if you were still in Equestria, Empress Nightmare Moon might have very well gelded you after such a repeat offense…”
- >That does nothing to calm your fear.
- >Your heart is racing.
- >”Sometimes former rebel stallions are unable to control themselves, and must be… /fixed/… before being reintroduced to society.”
- >The meaning of her words conflicts with her gestures.
- >Her breath brushes against your neck.
- >She’s toying with you — you know that.
- >But despite your best efforts, you can’t bring yourself to resist, let alone calm yourself.
- >You learned in Equestria that resistance is a foalish idea.
- >”You know that don’t you?”
- >”You know that I could send you to Equestria as a stallion, and have you returned as a oversized colt?”
- >You’re too scared to reply.
- >She squeezes again, eliciting a squeal from you.
- >”/Don’t/ you?”
- >You reply weakly.
- “Yes Governess…”
- >She chuckles.
- >”But that would be so wasteful of me, to have such a /strong, hoovesome/ stallion spoiled in his prime…”
- >”No, that simply don’t do…”
- >Finally stands upright, taking her weight off of your side.
- >She walks slowly around you, keeping herself in your blindspots.
- >”Tell us more about your wife.”
- >The question makes you uneasy.
- >After what happened… before… being asked personal questions of any kind is uncomfortable.
- >You try your best to maintain calm, and speak in a cadenced, slow voice.
- ”What do you mean?”
- >Umbra keeps flicking her tail against your legs as she walks.
- >Her magic continues to fondle you.
- >”How often did she let you rut before you were captured?”
- >You try your best to respectfully decline.
- ”Governess, If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to talk about something else…”
- >She laughs.
- >”Oh come on, it’s only sex… we’re all adults here, aren’t we?”
- >You lower your head.
- >”Unless she didn’t let you get any before either…”
- >”Did you even consummate your marriage, or did she just force you to touch yourself?”
- >You shake your head.
- “That’s not it…”
- >”So then you did have sex?”
- >You nod.
- “Yes Governess…”
- >”How often?”
- >For some reason, you’re getting unsheathed.
- >She’s not even touching you anymore…
- “Three or four times a week…”
- >”Four times? Really?”
- >She giggles.
- >”That’s not very surprising, any mare would struggle to keep you off their back…”
- >She draws away, and continues to talk.
- >”But why did she stop? You said it’s been three weeks since she’s been here, and you haven’t rutted her even once…”
- “Things are different…"
- >”Different? How?”
- “I don’t know… they’re just different…”
- >She doesn’t speak for a few moments, perhaps in thought.
- >”Tell me, when you /did/ rut, who made the first move, you or her?”
- >Knowing that the’s no point in stopping the conversation now, you speak.
- “I did…”
- >Again she pauses.
- >…
- >”In Equestria, before you were sent here, how were you… questioned…”
- >Her shift in tone is much more sincere, but it does nothing to stop the memories that come racing back.
- >The darkness…
- >The noises…
- >Feeling things crawl over your body, biting into your skin…
- ”Governess… I… I don’t want to talk about it…”
- >She nods slowly, mercifully accepting your request.
- >”It’s not uncommon for stallions to become less… driven when they arrive here…”
- >You nod.
- ”When I’m in bed, and it’s dark… sometimes I feel like I’m back there…”
- >You sigh in shame.
- “I’ve accidentally woken my wife a few times…”
- >She coos, a look of genuine concern appearing on her face.
- >“These things take time my stallion, but in time you will get better…”
- >You look down at your hooves.
- ”I… I don’t know… sometimes I-“
- >Your tongue freezes has her magic once again begins to touch your body.
- >Beginning just underneath your chest, it slowly trails back toward your stallionhood.
- >You’re so focused on her magic, you entirely fail to notice her slowly approach.
- >Only once she lifts your chin, do you realize her intent.
- >She leans in slowly, and tenderly kisses you, before pulling away.
- >Your mind goes blank.
- >”I have faith in you my champion…”
- >Before you can process what’s going on, she leans in again, and pulls into a much more… intimate kiss.
- >You offer no resistance as her tongue carefully explores your mouth.
- >She grasp your stallionhood, and begins to slowly rub your length.
- >Moaning weakly, you begin to return her kiss.
- >It’s difficult to focus as her magic continues its gentle ministrations.
- >You’ve never had a unicorn touch you like this before…
- >You feel her chuckle, before she finally pulls away from the kiss.
- >She leans forward, and wraps her neck around you, placing her head on your shoulder.
- >”You are /strong/… I can /feel/ it….”
- >You lean forward as well, your snout burying itself into her wild, luscious mane.
- ”Hmm…..”
- >It’s all you can say.
- >Your mind won’t let you compose words.
- >Her magic begins to increase its tempo.
- >”How can your wife resist this?”
- >”So hoovesome…”
- >”So firm….”
- >She nibbles your ear, her small fangs providing a unique mix of pain and excitement.
- >”So… irresistible."
- >Her words are intoxicating.
- >Your wife doesn’t even cross your mind.
- >All you can think about is this mare before you, leaning on your shoulder as she strokes your length.
- >As your excitement continues to mount, your rear hooves shift.
- >With no pony under you you aren’t sure what to do.
- >Almost instinctually, you begin to thrust yourself into her arcane grasp, humping the air.
- >”Yes my champion… be a stallion...”
- >The aroma from her mane fills your nostrils.
- >She slowly brushes herself against you, rubbing her
- >The sound of her soft, husky voice creeps into your ear.
- >”I need this…”
- >Despite your best efforts to keep yourself together, her voice does something to you.
- >She sounds… vulnerable.
- >Desperate.
- >Your body takes over.
- >Everything about this mare…
- >She needs you.
- >You trust with renewed vigor into her arcane grasp.
- >Everything seems to slow down.
- >You can feel her shuttering breathe against your neck.
- >Her teeth nibbling your ear.
- >Her gentle, weak moans in the air.
- >Finally reaching your limit, you unleash a torrent of seed onto the crystal floor.
- >You lurch forward, and lean on her for support.
- >”That’s my stallion… that’s my stallion…”
- >Resting your head on her withers, you look down her long, slender back, and see her flared tail swaying frantically side-to-side.
- >Unfortunately, in your post-climax ecstasy, the meaning is lost on you.
- >You close your eyes for a few moments, and relax.
- >...
- >…
- >…
- >Eventually, you feel firm enough to support your own weight.
- >Pulling back off of the Governess, you retreat a few steps.
- >Instinctively, you look down at the floor; the evidence of your deed clear for all to see.
- >Your sticky fluid is splattered haphazardly across the floor, with some…
- >…
- >Your heart stops, and your eyes lock onto the Governess’ hoof.
- >…
- >You… you came on her hoof guard….
- >Whatever realization you might have had instantly evaporates.
- “Governess… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean….”
- >You fall to the floor, your reformed habits kicking into full gear.
- “I didn’t mean to stain your hoof Governess… please… forgive….”
- >You’re silenced by the gentle, warm touch of magic on your snout.
- >It slowly pulls your head up, forcing you to look at the Governess…
- >She looks…
- >Calm?
- >You watch as she lifts the offending hoof from the ground, and looks at the thick, white globs which coat the otherwise pristinely polished metal.
- >Slowly, she leans forward, and licks the guard, cleaning if of your semen and fluid.
- >If it wasn’t terrifying, it would almost be erotic.
- >She closes her mouth, and sighs contently, apparently enjoying herself.
- >”Yes my Champion, you are still Loyal…”
- >She opens her eyes again, and looks down at your nearly cowering body.
- >”Loyal indeed.”
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