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Blocky the Slavepone 2, by BlockyAnon

By SlavePonyGeneral
Created: 2021-01-03 20:39:45
Expiry: Never
anonocromancensfw/spg/

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  3. 3.
    >Be Blocky.
  4. 4.
    >The morning sunlight broke through the blinds to your right, hitting your Master square in the eyes.
  5. 5.
    >He groaned, shuffling around in bed, inevitably waking you up in the process.
  6. 6.
    >You blinked a couple times, allowing your vision to adjust to the dim room.
  7. 7.
    >Peering at his clock, you realized Master had slept past 6:30.
  8. 8.
    >That could mean only one thing.
  9. 9.
    >It was Saturday!
  10. 10.
    >Saturdays and Sundays were always the best days!
  11. 11.
    >You grinned, carefully unwrapping your hooves from around Master so as to not disturb him.
  12. 12.
    >He always expected breakfast made before he got up on the weekends, so no time to cuddle!
  13. 13.
    >You rolled out of bed, your chain making its quiet clinking noises while you moved.
  14. 14.
    >Trotting out of the bedroom, you made your way to the kitchen and fished some breakfast foods out of the fridge.
  15. 15.
    >Bacon, eggs, butter.
  16. 16.
    >And you could never forget the bread from the cupboard!
  17. 17.
    >Master loved French Toast, after all!
  18. 18.
    >You got to work cooking his favorite breakfast, preparing it just the way he liked.
  19. 19.
    >Crispy bacon, extra butter on the French Toast.
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    >As always, you found yourself humming while the food cooked, your head always filling itself with odd music whenever you found yourself busy.
  21. 21.
    >Your body moved a little to the beat in your head, your rump shaking, your hooves tapping, your head bobbing a little.
  22. 22.
    >It was fun!
  23. 23.
    >Master seemed to be okay with it, too!
  24. 24.
    >He was okay with a lot of things!
  25. 25.
    >When you were captured some time ago, you didn't know what to think!
  26. 26.
    >All the other ponies captured with you talked about how scary being enslaved was.
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    >It was always a little weird to think that, because...
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    >Well...
  29. 29.
    >Being a slave was the kind of thing that always made your face go hot and did funny things...down there.
  30. 30.
    >Yes, down THERE.
  31. 31.
    >Master never seemed to notice, though!
  32. 32.
    >When he put this outfit on you, you thought you were going to just melt!
  33. 33.
    >But somehow you've managed to control these funny feelings!
  34. 34.
    >Even if they made you feel so good sometimes...
  35. 35.
    >You only wish he'd pull on the chain just...
  36. 36.
    >A little...
  37. 37.
    >More...
  38. 38.
    >Your reverie was broken as you felt the heat of the frying pan hit your face, the bacon sizzling away.
  39. 39.
    >You quickly flipped the bacon with your spatula, using your hooves just as master had taught you.
  40. 40.
    >Phew!
  41. 41.
    >That was a close one!
  42. 42.
    >Master didn't like burnt bacon!
  43. 43.
    >You finished the rest of the bacon, setting it on a plate with a paper towel.
  44. 44.
    >Too much grease and the bacon got soggy!
  45. 45.
    >You started work on the French Toast, grabbing some vanilla and cinnamon and tossing some in a bowl with broken eggs.
  46. 46.
    >You always made such a mess, but you'd clean it!
  47. 47.
    >Anything for Master!
  48. 48.
    >He wouldn't mind if you took your time, either!
  49. 49.
    >He never really did seem that strict!
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    >The harshest punishment he'd ever given you was smaller meals.
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    >You felt starved most of those days, but it was better than actually being starved!
  52. 52.
    >It really IS funny when you thought about it!
  53. 53.
    >Those other mares were so terrified of being slaves, but you never had to worry!
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    >Just as long as you did what you were told!
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    >Hopefully they got masters just as nice as yours!
  56. 56.
    >Right as you finished that thought, the last slice of toast was done, ready to be set on a plate and served to Master!
  57. 57.
    >A rumbling in your stomach reminded you that you had to eat, too!
  58. 58.
    >It was time to tell Master breakfast was ready!
  59. 59.
    >That way you could also eat!
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    >Never eat a meal without him. That was the rule!
  61. 61.
    >You trotted back to the bedroom, your Master covering his head with his pillow.
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    "Master, breakfast is ready!~"
  63. 63.
    >"Hrngg..."
  64. 64.
    >He lowered the pillow, his tired eyes meeting yours.
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    >"French Toast?"
  66. 66.
    "French Toast!"
  67. 67.
    >There was a pause before he threw his covers off and got out of bed.
  68. 68.
    >You followed him, licking your lips at the thought of syrupy toast.
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    >But you knew better than to get ahead of yourself.
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    >Once Master sat down at the table, you put two slices of toast and bacon on his plate.
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    >He always got the first serving.
  72. 72.
    >Looking at the meal, though...
  73. 73.
    >You forgot something!
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    >"Blocky, you-"
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    "I know, Master! I'm sorry, I'll get your orange juice right away!"
  76. 76.
    >Your hooves shot into the cupboards, quickly nabbing a glass before going right to the fridge for orange juice.
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    >The glass of fruit juice sat in front of Master in an instant.
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    >"That's better."
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    >Never forget the orange juice!
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    >You didn't want to disappoint Master!
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    >You'd be a bad slave otherwise!
  82. 82.
    >He took a sip of his drink before getting to his food, signaling that you could get your plate now.
  83. 83.
    >Great! You were hungry!
  84. 84.
    >You grabbed a couple slices of toast and sat down across from Master at the table.
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    >Meals were always quiet, but that was okay!
  86. 86.
    >You knew Master had other ways to interact with you, after all!
  87. 87.
    >Once breakfast was over, you washed the dishes and prepared for your favorite part of the weekends.
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    >Bath time, but with Master!
  89. 89.
    >The two of you went right to the bathroom, your excitement felt in your loudly clopping hooves hitting the floor.
  90. 90.
    >Shutting the door, Master turned the faucet on, letting the water warm up.
  91. 91.
    >You sat right in front of him, waiting for his little appendages to do their work.
  92. 92.
    >First to come loose was your hair. He undid the braid, letting your hair rest into its natural, anchor-like shape.
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    >It was refreshing to let it hang down!
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    >Then he undid your collar. It was by some secret unlocking method only he knew. But-
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    >*chunk!*
  96. 96.
    >It never failed!
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    >Next came the straps of your bra.
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    >They were undone, and...
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    >*clank!*
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    >It didn't weigh that much, but it always felt so nice to get that off.
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    >Finally, he undid the panties.
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    >It fell too, but it was always cushioned by that big skirt.
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    >You were au naturale again!
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    >The bath was filled, and you happily hopped in!
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    >Master got the shampoo in his hands ready while you got yourself wet, mane, tail, and all!
  106. 106.
    >When you were soaked enough, he set his hands on your head and massaged your scalp.
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    "Ahhh..."
  108. 108.
    >It always felt so nice...
  109. 109.
    >He originally promised this as a reward for being good, but now it just seemed to be a regular thing on the weekends.
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    >Not that you were complaining! Trying to bathe by yourself was never the same.
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    >That and getting the outfit off alone was hard!
  112. 112.
    >It was nice to have Master help you!
  113. 113.
    >His hands moved from your scalp to the upper part of your neck as he scrubbed each bit of your mane.
  114. 114.
    >You cooed in delight, your muscles relaxing as his hands did their job.
  115. 115.
    >When your mane was all bubbly and full of shampoo, he took some water in his hands and poured it on top to rinse you off.
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    >Refreshing!
  117. 117.
    >Next came the soap for your coat. It was a specialized kind made just for ponies!
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    >He spread some on you and lathered it into your multi-colored coat.
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    >It always felt so nice to feel his hands work into your back, your flanks, your hooves...
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    >Even your belly.
  121. 121.
    >You were still ticklish there, but the soap must have made it a little easier to handle.
  122. 122.
    >His hands made circles on your flanks, cleaning the places the panties hugged most.
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    >Right next to your cutie marks.
  124. 124.
    >What did those mean, anyways?
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    >The funny little red square with four circles in the corners.
  126. 126.
    >What was it?
  127. 127.
    >Was it a symbol you didn't get?
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    >It had been on your flanks for as long as you could remember.
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    >It was always fun to think on!
  130. 130.
    >After your Master rinsed off your coat, he did a quick scrub of your tail.
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    >You can never forget your tail, after all!
  132. 132.
    >Once he finished, he grabbed a towel and lifted you out of the tub.
  133. 133.
    >Draining it, he started rubbing you down to get you dry.
  134. 134.
    >The softness of the towel didn't change the fact that he was always a little too rough and scraped it against you a little too hard.
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    >But you wouldn't complain!
  136. 136.
    >Slaves aren't supposed to complain!
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    >Eventually, he ringed out your tail, and you were all clean!
  138. 138.
    >You always brushed your teeth and cleaned out your ears right after, and today was no different!
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    >"Okay, Blocky. My turn to get clean. You know what to do."
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    "Yes, Master!"
  141. 141.
    >You were always required to polish and clean your outfit while Master showered.
  142. 142.
    >On the weekends, anyways. When he was away, you did it whenever you could.
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    >It was always so odd to walk out of that bathroom without your outfit on!
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    >A clean, fresh mare with no restraints on her.
  145. 145.
    >You almost felt like you weren't a slave!
  146. 146.
    >Almost.
  147. 147.
    >You got a rag, some cleaner, and some polish and set to work cleaning your outfit.
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    >The skirt was put in the washing machine (which your Master taught you how to use to clean HIS clothes) while the metal bits were wiped down.
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    >By the time he was out of the shower, you were ready to go back to your usual look!
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    >...sometimes a bit too ready...
  151. 151.
    >Master came out of the bathroom, fresh and clean, and sat down in the living room.
  152. 152.
    >His eyes turned to you.
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    >"Time to suit up, Blocky."
  154. 154.
    >Every time he said that, your heart fluttered a little.
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    >You couldn't help it!
  156. 156.
    >The thought of going back to serving...
  157. 157.
    >It gave you chills.
  158. 158.
    >Good chills!
  159. 159.
    >It was wrong, but it felt so nice!
  160. 160.
    >He patted his lap.
  161. 161.
    >Ohhhh...you liked when he got a little more bossy.
  162. 162.
    >But you knew what that pat meant.
  163. 163.
    >Hopping up on his lap, you let him fasten the metal outfit back on to you.
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    >Bra, panties, and even the collar.
  165. 165.
    >Him and his secret collar fastening method!
  166. 166.
    >Then he braided your hair back up, and you were back to your regular, slave self!
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    >"Turn over."
  168. 168.
    "Y-yes Master."
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    >Doing as you were told, you lied on your back in his lap, knowing what would come next.
  170. 170.
    >His hand graced your belly, eliciting a slight jump out of you.
  171. 171.
    >You never were going to get used to this...
  172. 172.
    >Master always seemed so oddly focused on your belly.
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    >Why was that?
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    >Did he like to tease you for being so ticklish there?
  175. 175.
    >While his hand continued making its strokes, the ticklishness gave way to a soft, relaxing feeling.
  176. 176.
    >It always did, and that was the best part.
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    >Even when he scratched your belly button!
  178. 178.
    >There wasn't even a slight tickle anymore!
  179. 179.
    >A wave of relaxation hitting you, you felt your eyes getting heavy as Master kept up his rubbing.
  180. 180.
    >You couldn't seem to keep them open, and before you knew it, they closed as you felt your consciousness drift away...

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