Fluttershy trap story for fake contest, by meunster


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                                            >Be Anon after a few long months of saving you have enough to possibly buy a pony. Though judging by the auction you’re at. Most likely a few more months of saving all the bed slaves here are super expensive. Some even reach into the 1000s.

                                            >You pull out your phone to consult the assholes on 4chan about your predicament. In Between the jeers of poor fag there is some actual good advice. Auctions that sell cheap in your area.

                                            “And for this next one let’s start the bidding at 400.” catches your attention.

                                            >She’s cute too, yellow with pink hair. The audience doesn’t seem to be into her though. A few coughs ring out.

                                            “Okay, how about we start it at 300 then, anyone for three hundred?”

                                            >You raise your hand.

                                            >The auctioneer points to you then immediately goes into the 3,2,1 sold countdown.

                                            “Sold to the gentle man in the green morph suit. Step up, pay the gents over there and claim your prize.”

                                            >You step up, pay the man. He just hands you her on a leash.

                                            >“She tame, not going to run away or anything?”

                                            ”She?” he pauses then smiles. “Oh yeah she is super tame will do whatever you say. Also no returns. Anyway, have a nice day Sir, enjoy her.”

                                            >Wierd, you shrug and lead your new pony to your car. The whole time she is silent and doesn’t meet your eyes. She sits in the back corner of your car as far away from you as possible huddles against the wall.

                                            >Back home. You let her in your shitty apartment. Before grabing some food for you two.

                                            >you place the plate of salad down in front of her. She jumps back.

                                            >“Here, don’t be so skittish. I’m not going to hurt you. My name’s Anon. I’m going to be your new master from now on. Now all chips on the table. I did buy you as a bedslave, but nonconsensual is not my fetish. So for this first few days let’s take it easy, just three rules. Don’t disobey me without a reason, be a good girl, and be cute. You won’t have problems with that though.”

                                            >You chuckle at your own joke. Reaching down to pet her mane. Her trembling stops and she just locks up on your touch. You take your hand back. Deciding to just sit on the couch until she warms up some.

                                            >After a few minutes she begins to eat contently. So you flip on the TV for so-

                                            “HEY GUYS BILLY MAYS HERE”

                                            >Fuck you ears. “Fucking advertisements, fucking cunt ass bitches.” with a string of curses you turn the volume down to a reasonable level. It should really be illegal for advertisements to be able to make their ads louder than actual tv programs.

                                            >Hey, where’s the pony?

                                            >Suddenly up and searching you catch a pink hair flicker from underneath the tablecloth.

                                            >”Hey don’t be scared, it was just the TV.”

                                            >You lift the edge of the tablecloth. She’s huddles underneath her hoofs silently crying. She stops crying for a second to glance up at you. Then begins to bawl. Aww poor thing.

                                            >You drag her out by the armpits and place her in your lap.

                                            >”Shhh shhh, It’s alright” at first he she resists your hug and pets, but in under a minute she has her legs around your neck hugging you back.

                                            >You lean in and kiss her forehead, taking a deep breath of her hair. She smells earthy, almost musky, but more flowery.

                                            >You pick her up and lay down on the sofa with her on your chest. Idly running your hands through her mane letting her cry herself out. Poor thing must be stressed to hell and back.

                                            >You awaken to the sound of your alarm in the distance.

                                            >You try to get up to silence it, but a weight on your chest stops you.

                                            >Your pony is sitting on your tear and snot covered shirt. Her eyes are open and she’s looking at you, when she notices you look at her she quickly adverts her gaze and in barely above a whisper you hear.

                                            “I’m sorry”

                                            >You give her a few gentle pats.

                                            >”It’s alright, you’re allowed to be emotional. I understand this is very stressful.”

                                            >She hugs you tight.

                                            “Thank you, Master.”

                                            >”So now that you’re talking, what’s your name?”

                                            “Fluttershy.” she whispers. “Or, whatever you want it to be Master.” her ears fold down and she does her smol pony impression.

                                            >”That’s a very cute name, Fluttershy.” You lean up and give her a kiss on the forehead.

                                            >Be Fluttershy. New Master is really nice. He hasn’t beaten or cursed at you yet. He even let you use your Equestria name. Your name at the auction place was Bitch. Thinking of the auction place makes you shudder. Only a few of the guards used you, the other liked to beat and humiliate you, but as you sit upon New Master, Him scratching behind your ears which feels nice. You know that that’s all behind you if you’re good for him.

                                            >You want to be a good Bedslave for him. As long as he keeps you around anything is alright.

                                            >You lean forward and give him a quick peck on the lips. He looks so surprised. Then his face softens. He takes your muzzle in his hands. Before leaning forward and giving you a long sensuous kiss. His tongue prods at your lips. You let him in. He tentatively explores your mouth before allowing you to explore his.

                                            >He breaks the kiss and rubs your back. “Who’s my good girl.”

                                            “I am Master.” you chirp.

                                            >He smiles and leans in for another kiss.

                                            >As you make out you notice a bulge growing in his pants. You leave a trail of kisses as you begin undoing his pants with your mouth.

                                            >Be Anon.

                                            “Whoa, Fluttershy. Sure you don’t want to take it a bit slower?”

                                            >She shakes her head.

                                            “You sure? It’s only been a day.”

                                            >she drops your pants from her mouth. “Master, you are the nicest human I have ever met. You bought me to be a bedslave, so I will be one for you. As long as it makes you happy, Master. I want to be a good girl for you.”

                                            >You swallow and nod. She continues.

                                            >She gets your already erect cock out of your pants and begins to work on it. Slowly circling the head until she sucks the shaft. Slowly going farther down.

                                            >When she reaches the base she forms a seal with her lips, swirling her tongue around the tip as she bobs up and down.

                                            >In under a few moments you are on the edge. You grab her mane and force her down as you cum. Spraying your cum on the back of her throat.

                                            >You relax back down. She swallows your cum and cleans any remnants on you off before laying her muzzle down on your thigh. Idly giving your cock kisses. All the while staring up at you with large seductive eyes.

                                            >Damn, this pony is something else.

                                            >Then you feel it.

                                            >A wet slimy kind of mass. On your leg.

                                            >Huh, you look down, what’s that bit of pink.

                                            >”Fluttershy, roll over real quick.”

                                            >She looks at you. Then rolls over.

                                            >You see it, her dick.

                                            >You sit up right. A sudden feeling of dread over taking you.

                                            “You didn’t know, master?”

                                            >You shake her head and get to the side of the sofa away from her- er him.

                                            “Master?”

                                            >She crawls up to you and kisses your hand. You push her away. She shrinks back, tears forming in her eyes, ears folded flat.

                                            >“Just give me a second. I need to think.” you hold your head in your hands. Standing up and putting your dick back in your pants then sitting back down. More staring at the wall, at a total loss.

                                            >You do what you normally do in bad situations that you can’t understand. Ask a bunch of faggets online.

                                            >”Hey guys, um, I bought a pony for cheap. She’s really nice, cute, and loving, but well. During her first time sucking my dick something happened. She got a boner. Yeah, she’s a he.”

                                            >You get jeers of being a fagget at first, some “>the dick just makes it better” but after a few minutes one post rings true.  “Don’t be a fagget Anon. He’s got everything you want, but also has a dick. Don’t be a monster who returns him to the auctioneers. Just Fucking roll with it.”

                                            >Fluttershy is openly bawling. You turn and give her a soft gaze.

                                            >”Fluttershy, come here.” you extend your arm and he shuffles up to your side. You run a hand through his mane.

                                            “Master! I know it’s not what you expected but don’t get rid of me please. I can still be a good girl for you. You’re the best master I’ve ever had. You are kind and I’ll be anything to stay with you. I’m already a gelding so I’m basically a girl. I can be a good girl for you. You never have to touch it Master. We can get a cage or a sock so you don’t even have to look at it Master.”

                                            >Her hoofs are on her chest as she looks into your eyes.

                                            “I want to be a good girl for you Master.”

                                            >You sigh and with a bit of hesitation give her a kiss on the forehead.

                                            >”Fluttershy. I’m not gay, but I mean, I like the rest of you, and I like you so. I’m not going to return you. Just give me sometime to get used to it.”

                                            >She breathes a sigh of relief.

                                            “I love you Master.”

                                            >You give her a gentle kiss.

                                            “Am I a Good Girl master?”

                                            >You sigh. “Yeah you’re a good girl Fluttershy.”

                                            >Be Fluttershy.

                                            >It’s been a few weeks since Master bought you. For the first time he’s going to try and get you off.

                                            >Just a hand job.

                                            >He has you on your back while he sits on the edge of the bed. Looking off into space. You told him a million times he doesn’t have to, but he insists that he should learn to like all of you.

                                            >He grabs your log in one hand and pumps up and down it.

                                            >He’s a bit rough.

                                            >He picks up speed and you begin to spasm.

                                            >”Ugh, this is my life now. Eh, well anything for my little good girl I suppose.”

                                            >On cue of Master calling you a good girl you let loose and cum.

                                            >Master sighs. You get up. Clean your cum off his hands. Then nuzzle his neck and sprinkle it with kisses.

                                            >”Well, that happened.” he gives a grim chuckle. Then turns his head to give you a peck on the lips.

                                            The End. .