Pet Bloom 3 [mlp]

>Applebloom has been practically shaking with excitement since the ride began. Almost three days of watching endless fields and plains roll by are close to done.
>Not to say it isn’t relaxing, but it gets a bit boring.
>It’s been a long, but rewarding few months with the little filly, but it’s certainly paid off.
>She’s beyond beautiful, dropping jaws and genitals alike wherever she goes.
>Her current plug is as large as you intend to make it until she’s a couple of years older, and she can wear it 24/7.
>She’s earned a much nicer collar. Still a leather one, but it’s a custom job instead of a common dog collar.
>Her standard greeting for you is now Master.
>And she’s become comfortable with her position.
>While you of course have to walk her through new things, gone are shame and hesitation for many things that once frightened her.
>Baths are a time for bonding, and they keep her pretty for you.
>The plug is a gift from you to her that keeps her from feeling empty, and it’s okay to hold her tail high.
>You even got her a silk tail wrap. It looks pretty good, you think.
>The collar says she’s yours, and she’s proud of it.
>And a leash just means you don’t want to be away from her.
>Today however, you’re having a bit of trouble controlling her excitement. Not that you can blame her.
>After almost four months in the gloom of Hollow Shades, it’s not a surprise she’d relish the chance to visit her old home and get some sunshine.

>She continues her chatter for another hour or so before you decide you’d really like a little quiet.
>Calling Applebloom over, you pull her head into your lap.
>As trained, she shuts out all distraction and prepares to earn herself a few snacks, giving you a while to your own thoughts.
-
>Several hours and four blowjobs later, the creaky wagon pulls up into the town with a lurch.
>Applebloom clearly wants to get out and start talking to people, but you prevent that.
>Instead, you kneel down closer to her level and address her in your serious voice.
“Now, Applebloom, listen. I know you’re excited, but when we get out, I want you to behave like we’re still home.”
“That means no leaving my side without asking, keep your manners, and you still have to follow orders.”
“Your behavior reflects on me. Even around your friends and family. Especially around them.”
“Just be patient, and I promise you’ll get to visit everyone. Understand?”
>The filly responds with a small bow and a smile.
>”Of course Master! Won’t no one be sayin yer a bad owner on my watch!”
“That’s my girl.” you say as you give the filly a pat on the back. “Let’s get you dressed and we’ll go.”
>After sliding on her little silver hoof cups and a simple yet elegant dress, you start making your way to Sweet Apple Acres.
>The effect is greater than that of the slightly desensitized people back home.

>Jaws and genitals drop left and right at the sight of the gorgeous filly, who makes it a point to strut a little.
>Hmm, if she’s begun doing that, it might be time to train her gait.
>You might not know much about dressage, but you can try.
>The walk through the orchard is peaceful, though Applebloom is very eager to tell you about every little spot.
>”And that spot is where Winona had her puppies. And that tree is where lightning struck. And over there is where Big Mac and AJ took me campin when ah was jus a foal.”
>She suddenly becomes a little sadder.
>”That was before our parents died. Things were better then.”
>You stop, causing the filly to imitate.
“I’m sorry. How’d it happen?”
>”Bandits.” She replies curtly.
“Didn’t your dad have a harem? What happened to the rest of them?”
>”Well, our dam was the Apple, our sire just lived here ‘cause it he was from town and it was big enough for everyone.”
>”When they both died, the others didn’t have much reason ta stick around ah guess, they pulled up roots and took their foals with ‘em. We were left with Granny ‘cause she was blood.”
>”Those were hard times.”
>There’s really no right way to respond to that type of thing besides listen.
>So you decide to do just that.

>Getting down to her level, you take the filly in a tight hug.
“I’m sorry you had to go through all that. But anytime you wanna vent, you can talk to me.”
>”It’s alright, Master.” She says as she return the hug. “I was too little ta remember much. And now ah got the nicest stallion in all Equestria.”
>With a small smile, you hoist the small pony up, carrying her the rest of the way up the path till you reach the farm house.
>It’s a modest, somewhat aged wooden structure.
>While well built, it’s was clearly meant to house several more people than it currently does, giving it an almost abandoned feeling.
>Compared to last time you were here however, it seems to have received several repairs and no longer looks rickety or unsafe.
“Well Applebloom. You ready?”
>”Sure am!” she nods “Ah been missin ‘em somethin’ fierce.”
>Setting the filly down, she knocks and you wait.
>A few seconds pass, and an impatient Applebloom knocks again.
>”AH’M A COMIN! HOLD YER HORSES!”
>Their cultures love of equine expressions will never cease being amusing.
>As the door creaks open, the green eyes of a familiar mare go wide.
>”A-Applebloom? That you?”
>The orange pony rushes forward, nuzzling her sister’s neck in the equine equivalent of a hug.
>”GRANNY! BIG MAC! GET OUT HERE! APPLEBLOOM’S BACK!”
>Heavy thunks are heard as the Applebloom’s brother gallops down from the second floor, followed shortly after by their hobbling grandmother.
>Or..Granddam. Whatever.

>For a couple of minutes, happy whinnies and nickers that sound more emotion than speech fill the air as the family walk circles around themselves in their socialization.
>After a moment however, they begin to come down from their initial high and their attention turns to you.
>Applejack, who seems to be the most well spoken of the family steps forward, seemingly taking a moment to try to decide what to say.
>”If’n ya got tired of her, we… I doubt we can afford to buy her back, much as we miss her.” she claims, her voice low so as to not concern the filly.
>You can only laugh.
“No no no. Nothing of the sort. If anything, I underpaid you for her.”
>They look confused, to say the least.
>Applebloom starts walking over with a questioning look on her face.
>”Uh, Master? Ah don’t think ya ever told me how much ya payed for me, now that ah think about it.”
“25 gold bits.” you tell her before you pull a gold bit from your coin purse, tossing it directly into the brim off Applejack’s hat.
“26.”
 >”WOW!” The filly beams, clearly feeling good about herself. “That’s like, almost twice what tha farm makes in a whole year!”
“Yep!” you exclaim as you ruffle her mane slightly. “Your family made a good case about how great you are. And I couldn’t agree more.”
>That was a lie. At least, the part about their negotiation skills was.
>Their asking price was much, much lower. You just overpaid because it made you feel less like an asshole.

>”W..well, Mister Anon.” She starts as she tucks the bit you gave her into her hat band, continuing when you don’t stop her. “If yer not here for that, why’d ya come all this way?”
“Simple enough. Applebloom was missing her friends and family, so I made time for us to visit.”
>The tension in the air releases like a balloon.
>”Well that’s right kind of ya. Why don’tcha come in? We’d like a chance to get to know more about ya.”
>Nodding, you follow them into the home, preparing for backache of the too low ceiling.
>For the rest of the evening, you talk and eat with the Apple family.
>From the affairs of the farm and town, to your work, Applebloom’s ongoing cutie mark search, or the non-sexual aspects of her new life.
>There’s a little cringe from them whenever Applebloom casually calls you master, but all in all they just seem glad that she’s happy.
>And honestly, based on the number of battered mares you’ve seen, especially owned ones, you’d say a bit of training and an occasional pop with the riding crop isn’t so bad.
>Hmm, you don’t know if their society is ready for that kind of change, but maybe a refuge for the battered would be a nice charity to experiment with.
>You’ll have to look into it.
-
>Later that night, you’re laying in Applebloom’s old room, the little filly playing small spoon as always.
>Her old bed was too small, of course, so the two of you made a pallet on the floor.
>Seems that, other than a couple of cider barrels being stored here, it’s been left untouched since she left.
>”Hey. Master?”
“Hmm? What is it Bloom?”

>”Ah was just wonderin… is there any chance we could bring Sweetie and Scoots with us when we go home?”
“Your little friends you talk about, right?”
>”Yeah, ah really miss havin ‘em around to play with.”
“I can look into it I suppose..”
>Your little wife shifts her weight harder into your side, snuggling you as best she can.
>”Thanks master! Yer the best.”
“So what are their families like?” You inquire, unsure if they would give up their daughters to you.
>”Whatcha mean?”
“Like, do they have money, how big is the herd, how many foals are there, how are they treated?
>”Oh, well Sweetie’s family are pretty nice, but kinda weird. They ain’t rich but they got some money.”
>She pauses to think.
>”All their foals have grown up out and moved ‘cept Sweetie. Ah think Mister Magnum has 5 mares.”
“And Scootaloo?”
>”She ain’t too close to her family. Ah think mister Swift Wing used to be a town guard or somethin, but now he just drinks a lot.”
“Does he mistreat Scoots?”
>”Not that ah know. He mostly just ignores her. He seems real sad all the time.”
>Sounds like they’d probably be willing to part. Sweetie, maybe not.
“Yeah, alright. I don’t think we’ll be going home alone.”
>She turns to hug you again, but you stop her.
>She’s instead greeted by the feeling of your member prodding her nethers.
>”I..is it time, Master?” she asks in a shaky voice, her tail rolling aside to give you full access.
“Yes.” you claim with a smile she can’t see. “If you’re about to become an alpha mare, it’s time you were made a mare.”

>It really was a long time coming.
>While you’ve masturbated the filly frequently as a reward and trained her rump for your fetishes, you’ve never actually used any of her holes except her mouth.
>It helped instill a sense of serving without there being a need to receive.
>You get to your knees and light a small lantern as the filly scrambled to her hooves, ready for you to take your prize.
>If her winking, leaking, and jiggling of her plugged plot is any indication, she’s been looking forward to this for a while.
>However, you decide to make her work for it a little.
>Placing your hands on her blank, yellow haunches, you dig your nails into her flesh and drag them back.
>A chill runs down her spine and her breath hitches in her throat.
>You repeat it a few times upon the paralyzed pony before leaning in.
“Very good, Applebloom. You’d have been in real trouble if you’d kicked.”
>She can only croak out a small “Thank ya.” as you nibble her ears.
>Gripping the toy by the base, you give it some light tugs and pushes before sliding it halfway out.
“Now tell me Applebloom. Who’s an obedient little filly?”
>”A..ah am.”
>You slam the plug back into her, rocking her body and earning a moan, before you slide it half out again.
“And what’s the most important thing to you?”
>”M..my, unnnha, my Master.”
>You push in again, bringing her to the edge.
>After waiting a few seconds for her to come down, you pull it out again.
“Why do you serve?” you whisper into her ear.
>”B..because it makes...makes my owner happy.”

>Another push leaves the filly a leaves the filly a leaky mess, hanging on the agonizing edge of orgasm.
>A couple of seconds pass, and you pull it out again.
“And who is this master who owns you, mind, body and soul?”
>”You are! Ah’m yer little pet to… mmph…. to use how ya want!
>Covering her mouth, you give the toy a final slam, causing her body to convulse as she releases a torrent of mare cum onto the floor.
>Considering her to now be properly warmed up, you line yourself with the exhausted filly’s sopping hole.
>Sliding your head into the hole, you find it tight, wet, velvety, and amazingly warm.
>Despite her post orgasmic haze, her body knows exactly what’s happening, and quickly clamps down.
>Her equine muscle certainly lives up to its reputation, fitting you like a glove, massaging you, and trying to pull you deeper.
>You seen hit a wall, however, and realize you’ve hit her hymen.
>By this point, Applebloom has regained some sense of clarity, however. So you let her know.
“Applebloom, brace yourself.”
>She complies, but for what reason, she doesn’t know.
>After a little teasing to warm her up, you give a single, mighty thrust, plowing past her hymen, which gives a pop that you feel far more than hear, and hilt yourself inside.
>The action is enough to force her once more over the edge, causing her sex to squeeze you like a vice.
>As soon as she releases, you find the area around your head to be pretty loose.
>Simply figuring this to be the so called flare cavern, you move a bit and confirm that, yes, your length just manages to kiss the opening of her cervix.
>Not waiting for her to come down, you begin having your fun, subjecting your pet to the agonizing pleasure of overstimulation.

>Not that she seems to mind, of course.
>Though she’s been reduced to guttural moans, though her legs have given out,  her body still responds.
>Her welcoming insides still mold to your size, and continually try to pull you back in. Her frantic winking like a rapid series of kisses being lavished on your rod and sack.
>Again and again you ride the helpless young mare, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from her tiny frame.
>All too soon, however, you find yourself on the edge.
>Grabbing Applebloom by the hips, you bury yourself as deeply into her as possible before raising your hand to plant a firm smack on her butt which echoes through the room.
>The pain and surprise causes the filly to clamp down incredibly tightly, pushing you past your limit.
>Your hips buck as your seed explodes into the moaning filly. Spurt after spurt, being deposited directly into her waiting womb.
>You linger a moment in your bliss, Applebloom’s rhythmic muscle work trying to milk you for any stray drops.
>Finally however, you resist her efforts to keep you in, pulling out with a wet schlick.
>No longer being stimulated, Applebloom promptly collapses from exhaustion.
>You’ll need to talk about that in the morning. For now, you move her away from the puddle of her own lust before laying down yourself to sleep.
-
>The next morning began with a talk about how she was expected to clean you when you didn’t just use her mouth to begin with.

>Afterwards, you took a trip to the local lake for a bath, seeing as how 3 days on a coach and a night of vigorous sex didn’t do any favors for either of you hygienically.
>But finally, you set out to the homes of the other crusaders to discuss the prospect of buying them as new brides.
>Which finally brings you to now. Sitting in a room in the town hall, documents ready and just waiting for signatures and a price.
>At your sides sit Applebloom and Applejack, who came as a character witness.
>After a while of waiting, the doors swing open, ponies filing through in 2 groups.
>One group consists of an earth stallion in a straw hat, two well kept unicorn mares, and a unicorn filly who you assumed to be Sweetie.
>The second was a shabby brown pegasus mare, followed by an equally shabby orange pegasus filly.
“Hello mister Magnum I’m glad you could make it. I assume this is Sweetie? And who are this lovely mares with you?”
>He reaches out, shaking your hand.
>”Glad I could make it. Yes, this is my little Sweetie. And this is my third wife Pearl, Sweetie and Rarity’s mother.” he tells you, pointing first to the pink unicorn, then to the white.
“Charmed.” you say before turning to the pegasai. “I don’t believe we met when I scheduled this. You’re one of Swift Wing’s wives I presume?”
>”Yes, Soaring Dawn, if you’d please. I was Swift trusted me to handle things here.”
>”Mister, umm, Mouse was it.?” Starts Magnum.
“Mous.”

>”Mous. First I have to ask why we would sell our daughter’s hoof in marriage to you? She’s not an unattractive filly, and we’re not short on money.”
>As you piece together a response, Rarity speaks up for you.
>”Father, surely you didn’t come out here just to say no. Yes? We must recognize the...opportunity we are being presented.”
>”Opportunity?”
>”Indeed. Sir Mous has been declared as one of the most influential figures since Starswirl himself. To have him take an interest in our little Sweetie. OH~ you can’t take that from her.”
>”I mean, look at her. He’s transformed a farm worker, a common laborer into a sight fit for royal court.
>Magnum seems to think for a moment before addressing Applejack who’s currently scowling at Rarity.
>”Applejack, you know him best. How would you say this Mous fellow has treated your sister?”
>”Uhh, ‘bout as well as ah could hope. Better than any bought mare ah ever saw. Better than most normal ones.”
>He then turns to Applebloom herself.
>”Tell me little one, would you leave this stallion if you could?”
>The effect is immediate. She latches to your side, shaking her head violently.
>”Nu-uh. Mister Anon’s been the best husband ah coulda hoped for. He’s nice, he taught me ta read ‘n write. He let’s me help ‘em with his important inventor stuff.”
>”I see he’s done nothing for your, ahem, rural accent.” Rarity claims, seemingly without speaking.
>”He says it’s cute! That ah’m his lil’ southern bell, whatever that means.”

>This bit of information seems to greatly upset Rarity for some reason.
>You’re about to break it up when pearl speaks up.
>”I’d like to ask about bedroom specifics.”
>”MOTHER!”
>”Shush Rarity, this is important. I’m like to make sure you wouldn’t be too rough on my little girl.”
“Well” You begin. “It’s no secret I expect submission and obedience. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be looking to buy.
“But no, while I certainly have my share of...sexual proclivities, I don’t get my jollies brutalizing them. The bond between dominant and submissive is one of trust, after all.”
>This answer seems to satisfy her. Turning to the pegasus, you prod her to actually say something.
“What about you, miss Dawn? Do you have any questions?”
>”O..oh, yeah. Can we visit her?”
>”Yes. If they want you to. I’ll bring them by now and then. If you want to come out there, send me a letter first, so I can make sure my schedule is clear.”
>This seems to conclude all large questions.
>After this, it’s simply a long list of chatter and ironing out specifics. You get a chance to ask about their family lives, medical histories, and a chance to examine and talk with the fillies themselves.
>Finally, it comes time to decide prices. So the families are split into two rooms, the fillies sent off to catch up, and Applejack relieved to go about her business.
>After all is said and done, Scootaloo is sold to you for 12 gold bits, Sweetie for 31.
-
>Two days later, after giving them time to get everything in order, you’re helping load their possessions into a deluxe carriage, including a few things Applebloom left the first time around.
>And a barrel of cider you yoinked off of Applejack for a couple of coppers to make the three day trip less frightening for the new fillies aboard.
>Ponyville isn’t a bad town, but you can’t wait to get home.