Blocky the Slavepone 4, by BlockyAnon


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                                            >It was a fresh Sunday morning, and you'd just given Blocky her usual weekend bath.

                                            >You finished showering a bit early, so you were actually able to meet Blocky in the laundry room while she washed her outfit.

                                            >"Hello, Master!~" she chirped, a cheery smile spread across her face.

                                            >Her hooves wiped away at the plate bra, the polish doing its work and making that thing sparkle like no other.

                                            >*BZZZZZZZZT!*

                                            >"Oh! There's my skirt!"

                                            >The little pony opened up the dryer, retrieving that fine, silk cloth you loved having around your feet.

                                            >She unraveled the skirt, hugging it a bit against her face as she enjoyed its warmth.

                                            >"That always feels so nice!"

                                            >After, Blocky attached the skirt back onto the panties and held it and the rest of the outfit up to you.

                                            >"Ready to suit back up!"

                                            >You gave it a look, pondering to yourself.

                                            >The shining metal bra invited you to grab it with its splendor.

                                            >But you felt a little different today.

                                            "Actually Blocky..." you trailed off. "...how about you just leave it on top of the washing machine?"

                                            >Blocky was flabbergasted.

                                            >"Really? I don't have to wear it today?"

                                            "Yeah...yeah, go ahead and keep it off for the rest of the day."

                                            >Blocky's face was a mixture of perplexed and eager.

                                            >"Sure! ...I guess!"

                                            >The pony trotted out of the laundry room, humming to herself as she did.

                                            >That left you alone with the outfit.

                                            >You gazed at it a bit more, trying to remember how long ago it was that you'd even gotten that thing.

                                            >If you remembered right, it was some kind of collector's memorabilia you'd gotten from some distant uncle you weren't familiar with.

                                            >Through some legal process you didn't understand and a complex inheritance bout you weren't even aware of, you got some of this uncle's collector stuff when he passed away.

                                            >You weren't really into the movies they were from (Space Balls or something?), so you'd kind of shelved them. At some point they'd probably be worth a good chunk of change anyways.

                                            >It was only the fourth or fifth day Blocky was here that you decided to make her wear it.

                                            >"W-where are you taking me, Master?"

                                            >You and her made your ways to your bedroom.

                                            >It was just today that you'd remembered that outfit you'd gotten.

                                            >As you were still green in terms of this slave-owner deal, you figured to better get yourself into the mindset, you should constantly remind yourself that she was your slave.

                                            >What better way to do that than to dress her up as one?

                                            "Just keep following me, Blocky."

                                            >Once you arrived, you directed her to the closet, and she went over and opened it without hesitation.

                                            >"What am I looking for?"

                                            "There's a box in there with 'collector stuff' written on it. I'd like you to bring that out."

                                            >At least your commanding tone was getting better.

                                            >Her hooves fiddled about in the closet, the rustling of cardboard and clothes being the only noise heard in the room.

                                            >Eventually, she pulled out a big box with a grunt, the exact words you said written on its side.

                                            "Good girl."

                                            >Slather it on, Anon.

                                            >Blocky looked up at you, expecting another command.

                                            >Seemed she only really thought she'd be retrieving the box, but not opening it.

                                            >Well, that was fair. Only you knew what you wanted out of it anyways.

                                            >Wordlessly, you sat on the bed and flipped open the top of the box, several pieces of collector's items greeting your eyes.

                                            >There was just one that you wanted, though, and it was fairly visible.

                                            >You couldn't miss that shiny gleam, after all.

                                            >Grabbing it from the bottom of the skirt, you pulled out the whole pile: bra, panties, collar, and braid.

                                            >You grabbed the bra and panty combo and presented them to Blocky.

                                            "I want you to wear this."

                                            >You audibly heard her gulp as she stared at the outfit, wide-eyed.

                                            >"Th-that looks like..."

                                            "Something a slave girl would wear? Yeah, I know."

                                            >You didn't really need to be familiar with the series this thing was from to get the idea.

                                            >Blocky instantly knew, so it seemed even Equestrians had some understanding of the extent slavery could reach.

                                            >Checking the straps on both the bra and panties, you were relieved to learn that they were adjustable.

                                            >She seemed a little bigger than a kid, so hopefully this thing could go down to that kind of size.

                                            "On your hinds."

                                            >Blocky did as she was told, her reddened face turned away from yours.

                                            >You started by fastening the panties together on her pelvis, the skirt hitting the ground as it unfolded.

                                            >Nice fit!

                                            >A bit too nice...

                                            >You had made sure the skirt didn't go over her tail, and odd as it was to try that, it managed to work out.

                                            >The back of the panties sat comfortably just below her tail dock, covering her nethers while still fitting around her just fine.

                                            >Next came the bra.

                                            >The straps went on her back, and you tightened them until the bra fit snugly on Blocky's chest.

                                            >"Wh-what is this used for, Master?"

                                            >It was a fair question, considering ponies didn't have tits.

                                            >Well, at least on their chest.

                                            "It's for covering up some parts of human girls. You don't have those parts, but I'm still going to put it on you, Blocky."

                                            >"O-okay."

                                            >The braid would be an interesting experience.

                                            >You Googled some slave girl hairstyle on a whim and found girls dressed just like Blocky.

                                            >Weird, but you'd roll with it.

                                            >Your hands moved to Blocky's mane, and you started by bunching up the back of it.

                                            >Fumbling a bit with the braid in your other hand, you managed to clump it on her mane.

                                            >Checking the reference and then Blocky, the bunched up hair she had was...good enough.

                                            >You'd probably get better at this the more she had it done.

                                            >Finally, the collar was clamped onto her tender little neck, with a small knob mechanism built in to keep it locked.

                                            >The chain attached seemed to be more cosmetic than practical based on its miniscule size, but hey, maybe it'd find some use.

                                            >Facing Blocky, your eyes scanned her now-costumed form.

                                            >"H-how do I look, M-Master?"

                                            >She was quivering a bit as she spoke, and while her face was forward now, her eyes still averted yours.

                                            >There was one part of her your eyes stopped on.

                                            >This wasn't something you said often, but you MAY have had a thing for tummies.

                                            >And this outfit?

                                            >It made sure it was the only thing not covered on her torso.

                                            >That bra actually had some use after all.

                                            >F-fuck, she had a cute little belly, too.

                                            >A nice, lean figure with a small, pudgy roundness at the bottom.

                                            >Was it right to sexualize a pony?

                                            >You never really got those dudes who were into them, but right now your dick did not care at all.

                                            >"M-master?"

                                            >She crossed her front hooves together bashfully, covering up that nice tummy of hers.

                                            >It was enough to bring you back to the real world.

                                            >Holy Hell, that was a powerful asset she had.

                                            "You look uh...you look great, Blocky," you stammered out.

                                            >"O-oh, thank you, Master."

                                            >She took the compliment as an indication to get back on all-fours.

                                            >One thing was for sure after today: This slave outfit thing was probably the best decision you've made since owning Blocky.

                                            >And it really was.

                                            >As you looked down at this outfit in the present day, it was weird how this one collectible item turned out to be a real game-changer for your slave-owning experience.

                                            >Would Blocky ever catch on that you just REALLY liked her belly?

                                            >Granted, that wasn't the only part of why she was still ordered to wear this thing, but still.

                                            >Even if she did learn, would she care?

                                            >The belly rubs, once she stopped getting tickled, seemed to relax her, so she wouldn't have any real reason to complain, right?

                                            >It was a little weird, but it'd probably be even weirder if she learned.

                                            >It may be best to just not say, and that's that.

                                            >You left the outfit in the laundry room, but she'd come back and wear it tomorrow.

                                            >For some reason, you felt like she enjoyed it.

                                            >Wouldn't it be funny if she did?

                                            >You chuckled to yourself as you went on with your day.

                                            >Blocky, outfit or otherwise, remained at your beck and call.

                                            >What a good girl.