Blueblood by somewritefag

(Anon / Blueblood)

M/M, whip, stocks, juridical, bruises, blood, not for the faint of heart, non-consensual

 

 

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"OH CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!"

"Well, let's see what we got here..." you say as you pick up the notepad and read down the list. "Insubordination, insubordination, insubordination... unauthorized mess hall access... insubordination, insubordination..." you look up. "That's a lot of insubordination. These new guys really that ballsy or are you just having that time of the month hmm?"

"You're shitting me, Shiny..."

You give a whistle, a short simple rise and fall in pitch to illustrate your surprise as you flip the page and read the litany of charges.

"Damn Shiny... sorry about your men..."

You nod as the door closes. You shake your head, hanging your paddle back up and taking the whip down from its place on the wall. You reach into a drawer of your desk for a small container of neatsfoot oil, dabbing some onto a cloth and working it into the leather thong of the whip, going back to whistling your song as you work.

“Let it be known that I, Anonymous, Royal Torturer, have read and hereby confirm the order for administrative punishment, bearing the seal and signature of Princess Celestia and that of the Captain of the Royal Guard. Ninety-nine lashes with a leather horsewhip to the buttocks, to be carried out immediately.”

 

“Gotta be in here somewhere...”

“AHA!” You proclaim, having found it. “Haven't had to use this thing for a while...”

CRACK!!

“I can't continue until someone gets him cleaned up,” you say in annoyance.

“Can't be easy watching this, your highness... sorry you have to see this...” you offer.

“Thanks, ladies” you say with a smile and a nod to the two mares as they make their way off the stage, both looking more than a little disgusted.

“oh NO you don't” you mutter as you take a running dive off the stage, all in one motion landing on his back, grabbing his horn with one hand and neck in the other and twisting them toward the ground, causing him to immediately faceplant with a loud “OOMF!”

“He's MINE,” you pant.

“That was VERY”

“RUDE.”

“NOW, are we going to have to have this little chat again?” You ask, twisting his neck a bit more.

“MM MM, MM MM” he whimpers.

“NOW, since you made me LOSE COUNT, I'm just going to have to START OVER.”

“Can I get some water, please?” you ask to one of the mares from before, who gladly brings out a glass of ice-cold water a minute later.

“Your highness,” you say mockingly, “you know, I'm really not such a bad guy.”

“Sir,” you say sternly.

“Shh shh shh.”

“You. Will refer to me. As 'sir,” you state simply.

“DID I SAY YOU COULD TALK YOU FUCKING INSECT?”

“PST!” you raise a finger at Shining Armor and tilt your head toward him giving him a wide-eyed stare, slowly placing the finger over your lips to signal him to not say anything else. This is your job, not his. You have full discretion in these matters and he knows it.

“You know what your kind are back where I'm from?”

“What was that?”

“Good boy,” you say, teasingly patting him on top of the head. “Back where I'm from? Ponies and horses are slaves. You are beasts of burden. You do our heavy lifting and pulling, and carry us on your backs any time we please, just” you bounce on him with each word, feeling his spine bend underneath you, causing him to groan in pain

“like”

*bounce*

“this.”

*bounce*

“We don't even really need them any more. You know why we do it?” you ask, scratching behind his ear as you lean in to whisper even more softly into it.

“Because. It's. Fun. That's right! You're our slaves simply for recreation. HAH! And you know what's funny? They, lowly beasts of burden, get more respect and kindness from their masters than you'll *EVER* get from me.”

“Does that make you angry, 'your highness?' Does that... HURT your feelings? That right now you're being treated worse than a slave?”

“As much as I'm enjoying our little chat, I'm afraid there's more work to be done.”

“Pleeee....MMPH”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Would you look at that,” you say, shaking your head and inspecting it, “you've gotten blood all over my favorite tool. You know how long it takes to clean things like this? No, you probably don't, and you probably don't care either, do you? How very, very inconsiderate of you to make me have to whip you so hard.”

“There we go!” you chirp happily as the lever gives its last click. “Since your rump is all bloody, and I don't want to have more cleaning to do than I have to, it looks like I'll just have to focus on the cleaner parts of your body, like your back!”

Whoosh

whoosh

whoosh

woosh-CRACK!

“You know, it's really too bad your punishment isn't a bit more severe. I have a wonderful idea.”

whoosh

“I'd like to show you what it's like to live as an earth-horse for a month or two.”

whoosh

“I'd find you a nice saddle and bridle.”

whoosh

“Ride you around Canterlot for the whole town to see.”

CRACK!

You leave another fresh red stripe oozing blood on his back.

“And of course I'd have to find a nice riding crop for when you misbehaved!”

whoosh

“Not that you'd misbehave after this, right?”

whoosh

“You'd be an obedient little pony for me, wouldn't you?”

whoosh

whoosh-CRACK!

“I SAID, WOULDN'T YOU?”

“Of course you would. After all, I'd hate to have to hurt you.”

whoosh

“Humans are supposed to take good care of their ponies, after all.”

whoosh

“Feed them and brush them after a nice long, sweaty ride.”

whoosh

“Bathe them when they're dirty.”

whoosh

“Would you like that, little pony?”

whoosh

“Would you like having me as your master?”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION I EXPECT AN ANSWER!”

CRACK! CRACK!

“THAT'S A BAD PONY!”

CRACK!

“VERY BAD!”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Now I'll ask you one more time. Would you like having me as your master?”

“Thaaat's a good boy.”

whoosh

whoosh

whoosh

CRACK! CRACK!

Whoosh

CRACK!

“Now, that's been thirty lashes. Your punishment is almost a third of the way over! Aren't you just so happy about that?”

whoosh

“I said, aren't you ha-”

“You're a fast learner, your highness!”

whoosh

“I'll tell you what, prince.”

”You have 69 more lashes to go before your sentence is complete.”

“But, I have a proposition for you. You can accept your final 69 lashes, OR”

“Or, you can do just as I was just saying. Become my slave for three months. If, and only if, that is an acceptable alternative to Princess Celestia and Shining Armor. For that three months, you will do exactly as I say unquestioningly. I will ride you through town with a saddle and bridle very often for others to see, just as I said. Maybe even some longer rides to neighboring towns. You will not be permitted to speak at all. But you will be treated well other than that. I know how degrading that would be for you, but I think you could handle it slightly better than physical torment. That's the only reason I offer it as an alternative. What do you say?”

“Limited time offer your highness, better choose quickly!”

Sigh... “have it your way, sixty nine more lashes it is!”

whoosh

“Hmmm? Oh, I'm sorry, did you wish to speak? Now now now, what do we say?”

“I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that. Louder, so they can ALL hear you.”

“Hmmmm” you say, holding the handle of the whip under your chin as you cross your arms. “I dunnooooo. You've been pret-ty disrespectful to me here today. But maybe I'll think about it if you ask nicely enough!”

“Well, when you put it that way...”

CRACK!

“Okay what?”

“I'm not convinced.”

CRACK!

You smile and laugh.

“What if I've changed my mind? Hmm? What if I don't want to let you be my slave anymore?”

CRACK!

“Your highness? Shining Armor? Is this an acceptable punishment to you?”

“Excellent!”

“Are you all satisfied that justice has been served?”

“COME pony,” you command as you approach the edge of the stage.

 

 

 

 

...

 

Reaching for a nearby sponge, you dip it a few times in the water before wringing it out. You apply the damp sponge to Blueblood's rump, careful to avoid directly touching his open wounds. He winces and shifts uncomfortably as you work the blood out of his matted coat, giving the bathwater a reddish tint. You reach for a bottle of shampoo and work it into a lather in his tail. As pinkish foam drops from his rump and tail into the water below you begin to hum. Blueblood stares straight ahead the entire time, his bottom lip quivering, but his sniffling becoming more infrequent.

 

"Like I said before, I'm not a complete monster," you say softly to him as you work the shampoo into his coat further and further up his back, eventually reaching his mane. "You've been through enough today, so don't worry, the worst part is over for now. That's not to say the next few months are going to be easy on you, though," you say with a grin as you begin scrubbing his mane. After washing his mane and face, you unplug the bathtub to allow the water to begin to drain as you grab a flexible shower-hose off the wall and turn the water back on, running it over his body and using your fingers to work out all the suds until the water runs clear.

 

You grab a towel off a nearby rack and rub the unicorn's body with it vigorously. You take a brush and pass it through his mane and tail several times as he dries off to prevent them from tangling. When you've finally finished grooming him, he follows you to your bedroom, where you pile up some pillows and blankets onto the floor at the foot of your bed. You point to it as you speak.

 

"Lay down and try to get some rest for the rest of today and tonight. Tomorrow we'll have you fitted for your saddle and bridle, but for now I have to return to my duties."

 

He nods and curls up on his makeshift bed compliantly, falling asleep from exhaustion nearly instantly.

 

Leather is somewhat hard to come by in Equestria, so your custom-made gear is going to be on the expensive side and you already know it. Conveniently, one of the few skilled leatherworkers in the entire kingdom just so happens to have a shop right here in Canterlot. It's the same stallion who expertly crafted the whip you sometimes use in the execution of your duties. Blueblood follows you to the shop without protest the next morning, drawing an occassional curious glance from passersby as he follows you like a lost puppy. As you enter the shop you greet the owner cheerfully before getting right down to business. You describe in detail what you want crafted. A leather saddle fit to Blueblood's back with extra fleece padding underneath to protect him from chafing, as it will be a weight-bearing surface. Stirrups leathers and irons so you have somewhere to rest your feet. Extra snaps on the front to secure a leather breastcollar to, to help hold the saddle in place and prevent it from slipping side to side. Blueblood sits on his haunches staring at the floor, his face bright red in horrible embarassment as you go into excruciating detail about what exactly this is going to be used for.

 

The unicorn shopkeeper takes a tape measure and begins taking measurements of Blueblood's back, making notes on a pad of paper as he continues to listen to your order.

 

You also want a leather bridle with snaps to secure a steel bit with attatched reins into his mouth. The bridle is also to have blinders on either side to force Blueblood's vision forward and prevent him from seeing anywhere but straight ahead. The shopkeeper begins taking measurements of your legs and ass to get the proper length for the stirrups and size for the seat of the saddle. Blueblood winces as you next tell the shopkeeper you'd like a leather quirt with a wriststrap to carry with you as you ride. Your last instructions are for a tail wrap with a snap that secures to the back of the saddle to secure Blueblood's tail in an upright position, which will keep his plothole and testicles exposed as you ride him through town, maximizing his humiliation.

 

The shopkeeper nods as he takes down the last few instructions on his notepad.

 

"Is there anything else?" he asks. You rub your chin for a moment and think before shaking your head 'no.'

 

"Very good sir. I'll have your order finished by the end of the week. I need a 15% down payment and I'll get right to work."

 

You toss some coins onto the counter with a smile before turning to exit the shop, motioning for Blueblood to join you.

 

The rest of the week passes without incident. Blueblood has become slightly more at ease with you, almost to the point of obtaining a false sense of security. Reality quickly sets in for him when you take delivery of your special order though. He watches as you unpackage everything, inspect it carefully and arrange it neatly, getting a troubled look on his face and which only worsens when you order him to your side. He flinches when you secure the handle of the quirt to your wrist and snap it in the air a couple times and instinctively clamps his tail, the memory of the whipping he'd received days earlier still fresh in his mind. This doesn't escape your attention and you smile somewhat deviously at him.

 

"Well pony, no point in wasting any time, whaddya say we go for our first ride? Would you like that?"

 

Of course he's not going to like it, but he forces a smile and nods in compliance anyway, fearing punishment if he offers any resistance or disobedience.

 

"Good boy," you say as you scratch behind his ear.

 

You slip the bridle over his face and ears. The bit clangs against his teeth as it enters his mouth causing him to take a few steps back and try to back out of the bridle in reflex. You snap the quirt on his ass quickly causing him to flinch in pain and stop in his tracks.

 

"NO. BAD boy. You hold still," you command.

 

Blueblood flicks his tail in frustration as you force his mouth open with a thumb, sliding the bit over his tongue and adjusting the straps on the bridle until the bit pulls at the corners of his mouth forming a slight crease in the skin on each side. Blueblood winces uncomfortably from the slight pinch of the metal and his tongue flicks in and out of his mouth under the bit a couple of times as the slightest bit of drool works its way from the corners of his mouth to his chin, unable to close his mouth completely.

 

You clip the reins to the bit and toss them over his neck, allowing them to hang there. You place a small folded blanket over his back before grabbing the saddle and carefully setting it on top. You run your hand underneath it to make sure it makes contact evenly with his back.

 

"This fits you quite nicely," you observe, "he really did a nice job with this. Is it comfortable enough?"

 

Blueblood sighs and nods.

 

"Good! Can't have my pony getting a sore back on his first ride, now can we?"

 

Blueblood simply snorts. You tighten the girthstrap on the saddle before attaching the breastcollar, tightening it on both sides until it's pressed firmly against his coat, leaving an indentation in his fur. You wiggle the saddle around to make sure it's nice and secure before nodding to yourself in satisfaction. It covers most of his back and the stirrups nearly touch the floor, highlighting just how undersized your mount is. Blueblood's legs start to tremble in anticipation, already knowing it's going to be a struggle to carry you. You secure the tailstrap around the base of his tail, lifting it straight up and exposing his puckered ass and testicles to full view.

 

You grab the reins in one hand, pulling until his neck is bent so that his chin nearly touching his chest, his mouth opening wide to try to escape the pressure of the bit. You place a foot in the left stirrup and fling your right leg over his back, intentionally landing forcefully in the saddle, eliciting a loud grunt from the stallion as his spine bends beneath you and he stumbles about, nearly losing his balance. You give him a good smack with your quirt to encourage him to find his footing more quickly. When he finally stabilizes you can feel the shakiness and uneasiness in his legs as he groans quietly. You shift your weight in the saddle and get comfortable, loosening the reins slightly to ease some of the pressure off the bit. Blueblood stretches his neck forward and rolls his tongue around, trying and failing to control the drool that's still flowing from the sides of his mouth around the bit, which is now starting to drip from his chin onto the floor.

 

You squeeze your legs and purse your lips, making a clicking/kissing noise with your tongue to signal him to move forward as you loosen the reins. He stands there in confusion for a moment not sure what exactly you want until you reinforce your cues with another smack from the whip, causing him to flinch and begin walking forward. Each step requires significant effort from the beleaguered stallion. You shake your head in disapproval of his lack of strength.

 

"We're gonna have to do a lot of training to build up your muscles, aren't we slave?"

 

His silence is met with another quick snap of the whip, causing him to flinch again before nodding and mumbling in agreement. You pat his neck.

 

"Good boy. Don't worry, we'll make a good little workhorse out of you yet!"

 

By the time you exit the castle and approach the city streets, Blueblood is already panting heavily and his legs are trembling even more, a light sweat beginning to dampen his neck and rump. Blueblood hesitates to continue forward when he sees how crowded the streets of the city are today. He whimpers and takes a few steps backward, his tail pulling at the strap trying to cover his exposed rear out of shame. A few more lashes straightens him back out, he should know better than to try to fight you by now.

 

Blueblood sighs in defeat as he begins walking again at your urging. As you make your way through the city, several ponies stop and stare. Some of the more noble-looking ponies gasp and cover their mouth with a hoof as you pass, some whisper to each other, still others giggle silently.

 

Not satisfied with your current pace you give another squeeze and click, saying "trot, pony."

 

Blueblood groans and does as you command, picking up his pace from a walk to a steady, if shaky, trot. It doesn't take long for his breathing to become heavy and labored. Minutes later his entire body is soaked with sweat, streaming down his neck and sides and dripping from his belly onto the ground with each stride. He begins to whimper pleadingly to allow him to slow down to catch his breath, but is met only with a cruel lash to remind him that he doesn't get to decide anything here, that he's totally at the mercy of his rider.

 

It's not long before he collapses onto the ground from exhaustion, whimpering and breathing so rapidly it sounds like he'll hyperventilate.

 

"I don't remember saying you could take a break, slave," you say, giving him a good whipping to urge him to get back up.

 

He tries to stand and falls again, prompting you to whip him even harder until he scrambles back to his hooves and remains standing. He stands there with his legs splayed out in a desperate attempt to support not only his own weight, but that of his master as well, his tired body quaking with tremors as you allow him a brief moment to start to catch his breath.

 

Blueblood begins to wonder to himself if he might have been better off just taking the rest of his initial punishment rather than accepting this alternative. You squeeze your legs again, your mount still breathing heavily, not having nearly a long enough rest, his body now beginning to rock with silent sobs as tears start to run down his face, summoning all of his strength to press onward. The drool at the corners of his mouth has turned into a frothy foam as he becomes dehydrated under the midday sun, a similar foamy substance being worked up by the sweat between his hind legs from the constant friction of them rubbing against each other as he trots. He's somewhat relieved when you turn him around and begin to head back in the direction of the castle.

 

Not wanting to ride him to death, you allow him to proceed at his own pace back to the castle. When you reach it his breathing has returned almost to normal, but he is still sweating profusely and it falls like raindrops from his body, forming little puddles in his path. When you return to your quarters and dismount from him, he gives a massive sigh of relief and collapses to the floor.

 

You've become quite aroused during the last hour or so that you've spent dominating him and a sinister thought comes into your mind. He had agreed to do *exactly* as you say as part of his punishment, hadn't he?

 

His bridle and blinders still on, he doesn't see the erection pressing against your pants as you remove the saddle, steam rising from his soaked back. Instead of next removing the bridle as he expects, you give him a good jerk on the reins to force him back to his hooves. He stands up with a surprised whimper, trying to turn to look at you, but unable to when you tug on the reins again to straighten his head back out and force him to remain staring straight ahead.

 

You walk around to his frontside, knocking his front legs out from under him, forcing him to his knees. As you pass in front of him he becomes wide-eyed as he notices your arousal. You take up a position behind him and kick lightly at the insides of his hind hooves to spread his hind legs apart. He immediately clamps his tail down as hard as he can and shakes his head pleadingly.

 

You drop the reins allowing them to hang over his back, grabbing the base of his tail with one hand and forcefully lifting it out of the way. Blueblood's horn glows, removing the bridle with his magic and tossing it aside, immediately turning to look at you but not trying to run away.

 

"Master... sir... please no..." he whispers, his tail desperately trying to pull free from your hand.

 

Ignoring his pleas you spit on his plothole and run two fingers up and down between his cheeks, gathering up some of the foamy sweat between his legs with your fingers and mixing it with your spit in a circular motion before gently inserting your index finger. Blueblood gasps and tries to pull away but your firm grasp on his tail prevents him from getting anywhere. You swirl your finger around the inside of his hole as you work it in an out, making sure to coat the inside with the mixture of spit and sweat evenly until your finger slides in and out with little resistance. Blueblood has his eyes closed, shutting them tighter each time your finger penetrates him.

 

Satisfied that he's properly lubed, you take off your pants and toss them aside, exposing your fully erect member. Blueblood peeks through one open eye before closing it again and vigorously shaking his head "No."

 

You chuckle at him softly. "You should have thought about this before you agreed to be my slave, 'your highness,'"

 

You spit on your hand and give your member a copious coating of saliva before positioning the tip at the puckered entrance to Blueblood's ass. You lean forward and place an arm under Blueblood's belly just in front of his hind legs, your arm crossing over his sheath, nearly lifting his entire hind end off the ground as you slide your entire length inside him up to the hilt in one quick motion. Blueblood cries out in surprise at the sudden intrusion and tries to wiggle free from your grasp, unintentionally squeezing you with his ass in the process.

 

"Mmm.. good boy.." you moan under your breath before pulling out and slamming into him as hard as you can again. His cries of protest are even louder this time.

 

"Master PLEASE! I can't take it!"

 

You pull out and push back in a bit more gently, this time only getting a grunt in response as Blueblood grimaces in discomfort. You work into a slow, careful rhythm, pulling about half way out each time before sliding back in, your testicles softly slapping against the pony's each time. Blueblood's resistance starts to crumble as he becomes accustomed to the feeling of you inside of him. You feel hot flesh growing between your arm and his belly and look down in surprise to see Blueblood's penis has extended from its sheath and is becoming erect.

 

Blueblood yelps when you grab the base of his sheath and begin to massage it, encouraging him to fully harden as you slowly pump away at his backside. His moans have become a confused mixture of discomfort and pleasure as you move your hand up and down his shaft in time with your thrusts. You let go of his tail, which he now freely holds up and out of the way on his own, and begin massaging and lightly slapping his rump as you pick up your pace. Blueblood's neck is bent straight back, his face looking directly at the ceiling through half-lidded eyes, mouth hanging agape, cheeks bright red even through his fur with embarassment and arousal.

 

"Master..." he moans and whimpers, "oh master..."

 

You bite your lip as you feel yourself coming close to climax, the slapping of flesh against flesh becoming louder with each thrust. Finally your body is seized by an intense orgasm, slamming home one last time and nearly screaming as you unleash a torrent of cum into Blueblood's ass, gripping his cock and ass tightly as spurt after spurt of semen empties from your body into his. Breathing heavily you let out a contented sigh as you slide out of his ass and release him.

 

Blueblood takes a few steps away, still holding his tail up as cum dribbles slowly from his asshole and drips onto the floor. His now rock-hard penis dangles and pulsates and he eyes it, then you, pleadingly.

 

"What?" you say between breaths, "you thought I was going to let YOU finish too?"

 

He gets a pained expression on his face and then looks at the floor in shame.

 

"By the way, you're not done yet," you say, "come here."

 

Blueblood obeys and walks toward you. You place one hand behind his head, grabbing his horn with the other, and force his muzzle to your crotch.

 

"Now clean up your master," you command.

 

A look of disgust quickly falls over his face.

 

"Go on pony," you urge, "lick it clean."

 

Blueblood's erection quickly begins to subside and he snorts before trying to pull away from you. You give him a hard slap across the face to remind him of his place before shoving his face back into your crotch again.

 

"I said LICK!" you demand.

 

Silent tears form at the corners of his eyes as the tip of his tongue parts his lips and makes contact with your shaft. The taste of filth from his own ass mixed with your cum causes him to gag almost instantly, but he continues to lick in longer and longer strokes. Before long his head turns to the side and he wretches violently, nearly vomiting before turning his attention back to the task at hand, taking your entire member into his mouth and suckling on it like a foal nursing from its mother as tears drip from his face and onto your inner thighs.

 

...

 

 

"Thaaat's a good pony, good boy."

 

 

"Now what do we say, pony?"

 

 

 

 

 

"Thank you for what? I want to hear you thank your master for each and every little thing. Go on, pony, your master will wait," you say, as you continue to scratch his neck and start to stroke his muzzle.

 

 

"Mm-hmm, what else?"

 

 

"That's a good boy, what else?"

 

 

 

"Come, pony." you order

 

 

 

 

"You're welcome, pony. And as long as you continue to be a good boy for Master, Master will be good to you, understand?"

 

 

"Very good. Come now, pony, it's time for your dinner."

 

 

"Eat up now, boy. This is a special recipe that I had prepared just for you, packed full of protein and vitamins and minerals, everything you need to stay nice and strong for your master."

 

 

 

"Good night, pony," you say as you shut off the light, "get plenty of sleep because you have another hard day's work ahead of you tomorrow."

 

 

 

"Time for some warm-up exercise, pony!" you say as you stop in the middle of the courtyard, whip at your side.

 

 

"You may speak, pony."

 

 

"It's called lunging, pony, and it's simple. You proceed in a circle around me, and you will change your gait each time you are ordered to. If you break your stride, you will be pushed back into it with the whip. Do you understand?"

 

 

 

"Walk," you command

 

 

 

"You keep your attention on ME, pony!" you yell

 

 

"TROT!" you command with another firm snap of the whip

 

 

 

"We've gotta build your stamina as well as your strength, pony. I expect my pony to be able to carry me long distances at a trot or canter."

 

 

 

"CARRY THAT DAMN HEAD LEVEL! It's the ONLY way you're gonna get enough air, and breathe through your fucking nostrils! This is BASIC SHIT, pony! Have you NEVER had to exercise in your life or what?"

 

 

"CANTER!"

 

 

 

"HEAD. UP!" you command

 

 

"Whoooa, pony" you finally command.

 

 

"I'm having none of that splayed out nonsense from you, you understand? You square up right now and you stay squared up, I don't care HOW hard it is."

 

 

"Don't make me tell you twice."

 

 

"Come about, pony."

 

 

"It just means turn around. Do a 180. About-face. Get it now?"

 

 

"It's important that we work both sides of your body evenly," you state as you unfurl your whip and crack it, "now WALK, pony"

 

 

 

"I expect you to do better tomorrow, pony. No collapsing. Understood?"

 

 

 

"I have to tend to my duties, but I won't be gone long. I expect you to be ready for a ride when I get back. It'll be less than two hours. I want you saddled, bridled, and ready to go, standing ready when I walk through that door - head level, legs squared up, and every single bit of metal and leather in place. Additionally you are to hand me my riding quirt personally. If I have to do any of it myself I'm going to whip you for disobeying me, understood? You have that horn, now I expect you to obey me and put it to good use."

 

 

 

as usual, you find yourself at your desk, whistling as you polish your paddle for the day's pony spankings

 

 

"Sorry Shiny, got too much on my mind right now I guess."

 

 

"Hm. Kinda light today."

 

 

"Shiny, can I ask you a question?"

 

 

"Do you think this whole "paddling" thing is really an effective means of discipline? I mean, half the stallions I punish are talking and laughing about it not even 5 minutes later. And you have a LOT of repeat offenders."

 

 

"Of course not, my friend, I just wonder if maybe we're being... mmmm... a little lax on their punishment..."

 

 

"How about we nix the paddle, and go to just using the whip. That might go a long way toward keeping the troops in line. I won't hurt them bad enough that they can't perform their duties but they'll think twice before acting up again with a stripe or two over their cutie marks. You know I'm skilled enough with that thing to inflict pain without inflicting serious damage. I doubt they'll make a contest out of *that*"

 

 

 

"I respect these guys just as much as anyone else, Shiny, but I think they've been going soft over the years. This might be a step in the right direction to fixing that. If these guys can't take a few lashes from the whip how are they going to handle taking a spear or fireblast or claws or whatever else they come against in battle? They need to learn SOME level of pain tolerance, otherwise their effectiveness on the battlefield is reduced, at least... in my humble opinion. You are, of course, the one who gets to decide what ultimately happens here, I'm just offering my humble observations - as a friend."

 

 

"Oh, they're progressing quite nicely. He's become quite obedient. Still very fearful and insecure, but in time he will learn to accept his place. The whip keeps him in line quite nicely, and I think he's starting to appreciate the little things - like a nice warm bath, a place to sleep, and food to eat - a lot more than he used to. I expect to earn his complete loyalty and unquestioning obedience by the time I'm through with him, as well as get that puny little weak body of his in tip top shape. He's gonna be going for daily rides with me that will get longer and more difficult. He will not leave me the same stallion he was when he came to me, I can gurantee you that much."

 

 

"We'll have to see, Shiny. It'll all depend on how broke he is by then."

 

 

"Sure thing," you say, your whip already at your side as you follow Shining out into the courtyard, where the first guard is already shackled and awaiting his punishment in front of the other guards.

 

 

"From this point forward, paddling has officially been permanently removed from the available punishments. Further infractions will be met with a number of lashes of the whip," you say, unfurling it and giving it a nice hard CRACK! that leaves the assembled audience dead silent.

 

 

"Windwhipper, your punishment for insubordination is five lashes."

 

 

 

 

 

"Chin up, pony!" you chirp happily as you take the whip he offers you, "Your master's home!"

 

 

 

 

"Very good boy," you praise him. "You've done a great job, I didn't know you were so eager for your ride!"

 

 

"There's just one thing we're missing for today," you say as you walk out of the room, Blueblood not daring to move an inch until you return. You quickly wrap a blindfold around his eyes and the blinders, tying it behind his head.

 

 

"Tsk tsk tsk, and you were doing so well..." you chide

 

 

 

"So, pony," you begin as he carries you outside, having to rely solely on the bit in his mouth and the reins in your hands for guidance, "We've gone over the importance of strength and stamina in a reliable mount, today we'll be working on another, just as important aspect of your training: discipline."

 

 

 

"By 'discipline,' I'm not talking about punishment with the lash of the whip for failing to obey my commands. You've already learned that quite well. The kind of discipline I'm referring to is maintaining total control of yourself as you obey my orders. You must learn to ignore any and all distractions, no matter what they are. Strict adherence to your master's orders is expected at all times. Distraction leads to disobedience, and disobedience leads to punishment. Your attention at all times is to be completely focused on your master."

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hi there, me and my... 'friend' are looking for a good time."

 

 

 

 

"I can assure you, this colt is NOT getting cuddled by me."

 

 

"Well my good sir, what's the cover charge?"

 

 

 

"Any rules in particular I need to know about?"

 

 

 

"You guys got any girls that are in heat right now?"

 

 

 

 

 

"Aw come on man, really?"

 

 

 

 

"I'm gonna be coming back out to bring a... um... friend of mine with me"

 

 

"Human."

 

 

"Great, thanks. OH! And this is something of a surprise for my friend, so can you be discreet when you pat him down? Make sure he doesn't feel it?"

 

 

 

It's kind of dark inside, save for the bright spotlights on the stage/runway. You order a drink and take in your surroundings, trying to spot the mare you were told about. You see a filly here and there, going from table to table, flirting with the stallions, but she's nowhere in sight. Just as you're about to leave, you hear the announcement "and next up, we have a naughty little mare all the way from Fillydelphia, give it up for Emerald Eclipse!"

 

As she saunters down the runway, lifting her tail, giving a wink here and there, the bits come flying at her from all directions, bouncers having to hold several of the stallions back from jumping on stage. She puts on a good show, using her magic to 'encourage' the stallions to be more generous as she passes by them, holding her hindquarters over the edge of the runway, giving her rump a wiggle as she flicks and lifts her tail for a fleeting moment.

 

It's quite obvious she's been doing this for a while. As she turns around and flicks her tail a few times, a sort of waving goodbye, she gathers up all the bits that were tossed at her, levitating them alongside her as she blows a kiss to the audience and disappears backstage. While most of the stallions turn their attention to the next mare to come out on stage, you make your way through the crowd to find her. You bump into an even larger bouncer than either of the ones from before as you proceed toward a corridor that looks promising.

 

 

"Why not?"

 

 

"Not yet, I was looking for Ms Eclipse, I'd like to... well, you know... take her to a room with me"

 

 

 

"Look, 'buddy,' money's not a fucking issue with me, you're lucky I don't snap your horn off for offending me like that."

 

 

 

"Sorry, my mistake. I don't hit mares - or geldings," you laugh.

 

 

 

"No, no problems. I was simply conveying to this," you emphasize the sarcasm in the next two words heavily, "fine gentlecolt that I would enjoy some private time with Ms Eclipse. I've got plenty of bits, yet your comrade here seems to be under the impression that I would be unable to afford a private room with said lovely filly. I was merely about to explain to him that he was quite mistaken, that's all. Surely we can all see that this is just one great big understanding, yeah?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Goddamn you're beautiful..." you mutter. You clear your throat and shake your head, very gently pushing her away.

 

 

"Nothing wrong at all, you're perfect... it's just..."

 

 

"I've got someone else to bring in here... a stallion."

 

 

"Well, it's not exactly that, it's... well, let me just go bring him in and I'll explain okay?"

 

 

 

 

 

"Emerald - may I call you Emerald?"

 

 

"Emerald my dear, allow me to introduce you to my personal mount. You may simply refer to him as 'pony,' as I do. You see, I've brought him here today to teach him a very valuable lesson," you say, circling around the stallion as his entire body shakes.

 

 

 

"Not at all, my dear. It's not a kink, he's simply my pony. I do ride him, because he belongs to me. Isn't that right, pony?"

 

 

"I've brought him here today for some... training," you say with a devious grin.

 

 

"Of course it's consensual! I mean, he even begged me to let him be my slave, isn't that right, pony?"

 

 

"PONY!" Blueblood snaps to attention and stands perfectly still. You remove his bridle and his saddle. "Tell the lovely filly how much you love being a slave, go on, don't hold back pony, I wanna hear it too."

 

 

"Good pony," you say, giving him a quick pat on the head.

 

"Now pony, this is the lesson in discipline I discussed with you earlier. You already understand that failure to obey my commands will result in immediate and swift punishment. This, however, is a different kind of discipline. Self-discipline over your mind, your body, your desires, your very instincts. Even when every fiber of your being is telling you to do something else, I expect my mount to pay no heed to any distractions whatsoever, no matter what they are or how intense." You point to Emerald with your whip. "This pretty little filly right here, she's in heat and you know she is."

 

 

"We have an hour alone with her. Over the next hour, if I see you flare your nostrils, paw at the ground, move so much as an inch, or see you drop from your sheath, you're gonna get a whipping like none you've ever had before until whatever it is stops. And not just your hindquarters. Your back, your chest, your legs, there's no part of your body that will escape the lash, do you understand me, pony?"

 

 

 

 

"Depends on how far you're willing to go, what we can get away with, and how much you want in return," you reply.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What's this gonna cost me? You're worth it a hundred times over, whatever it is," you say, trembling in anticipation

 

 

"That's really surprising," you say in disbelief, "are they all blind or something?"

 

 

 

 

 

"I don't exactly have many friends myself," you say, rubbing the back of your neck and looking at the floor. "I literally make my living whipping ponies, not the kind of thing that exactly makes one popular. Well, I mean, the captain of the Royal Guard is my best friend, but that's pretty much it. As much as I enjoy trading quips and witticisms with him, it's just not enough. At the end of the day my quarters are empty, and quiet, painfully quiet. I guess maybe that's why I took on my pony here."

 

 

"Keep your place, pony!" you snap at him, before returning your attention to the mare.

 

"Emerald... I'm sorry."

 

 

"For coming here. For trying to trade money for... well, you know. For trying to use you."

 

 

 

"Emerald... do you..." you hesitate "do you like what you do here? I mean, at all?"

 

 

"Forgive me if this is too forward, but... do you have anyone waiting for you at home? A husband? Children? Anyone?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, it really was... your mane and coat are so silky smooth, and you smell so lovely..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yeah... just fine... why do you ask?"

 

 

"It's just that... things have turned out way, way, WAY different than I had planned. I'm not used to my plans going awry, I'm always very meticulous in my planning... I didn't think..."

 

 

"This is stupid and probably entirely inappropriate, but... would you like to... I dunno... come over to my place for some dinner or something some time?"

 

 

"...I'm sorry, it was stupid of me to ask, I mean-"

 

 

"Beg pardon?"