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>Be Femanon
>Waiting anxiously for your “companion” to arrive
>You are sitting by the door and staring out the window waiting for your package to arrive
>You are just so excited! You’ve never done anything like this before.
>Finally you see a large truck marked with a simplistic pony head roll up your street.
>That must be it!
>It rolls to a stop outside of your house, and you rush outside.
>A large balding man hops out of the truck.
>“Are you Femanon?”
“Yes that’s me”
>“We got your delivery right here, lemme get it out of the back”
>He heads to the back of the truck and flings it open
>Reaching inside he pulls out a moderately sized cage
>Gently he walks it over and sets it down in front of you. 
>That’s when you get your first look at your purchase in the flesh
>A little stallion stands in the cage, head down.
>His navy mane is dirty and unkempt and his white coat seems to be slightly dirty. Though you suppose that must be due to being locked in a truck all day.
>“Just sign here please” the balding man says handing you a clipboard with attached form.
>“And you’ll be needing this as well” he hands you what looks to be a small remote with a dial on it.
“What’s this?”
>“Remote for the shock collar ma’am, if he gives you any trouble, just give ‘em a good zap.”
>Suddenly you feel a little nervous, this is not going how you pictured it.
“What do you mean, by giving me trouble?” you hand him back the now signed form.
>“Nothing much, just that if he does something you don’t like don’t be afraid to dole out some discipline”
>He walks back over to the truck and climbs inside
>“You have a good day ma’am” and like that he drives off down the road.
>You stand there holding the remote in your hand staring at the truck as it disappears down the road.
>Snapping out of your stupor with a shake of your head, you remember that you’re no longer alone.
>Looking down at the cage sitting on your front porch, you realize that you need to let your stallion out and show him where he will be staying.
>Reaching down you undo the simple locking mechanism and let the gate swing wide open.
“So u-um hey there big guy, you wanna come with me.”
>God this is awkward, why is it so awkward all of sudden?
>He slowly makes his way out of the cage, and you just stand there smiling like an idiot.
>Once he is fully out of the cage, he finally looks at you for the first time, and you see his big blue eyes.
>He looks, sad? You’re not sure. But he defiantly seems off.
>You just keep standing there, your smile starting to slip.
>Finally he begins to speak in a quite wavering voice, “w-what do you wish of me mistress?”
>Mistress? You like that, it feels good, but also makes you blush and realize that you are unsure of how to proceed.
“Oh, er come, come on inside,” you say opening up the front door.
>Gingerly he makes his way inside and you follow behind closing the door.
>He looks around, giving a cursory examination of your old childhood home.
>You cleaned it (kind of) in the hopes of making a good impression on your new ‘companion’
>Looking down at the white stallion, you begin to drink in his appearance.
>Your gaze travels to his hindquarters, over the colorful insignia on his ass, and over to his..
>You feel your face flush, and you avert your eyes, stealing a peek or two at his, assets.
“Well, um hey, why don’t I show you too your room, err”
>Blanking you suddenly realize you don’t know his name.
“Sorry, uh what’s your name?”
>He turns to you with a somewhat perplexed look on his face
>“Don’t you have something you would like to call me mistress?”
“Um, no why would I?”
>Suddenly his eyes get big and he gets down on his stomach trying to make himself small
>“I-I-I’m sorry Mistress, I did not mean to assume, I apologize, please.”
>His response shocks you a little and you get down on your knees to get close to him and look him in the eyes.
>It only seems to frighten him more, shit what do you do?
>This is really awkward, how are you supposed to bone down with this pony, if something as simple as asking for his name sends him into a panic?
“It’s okay, I’m not upset at all, I just, well I need to call you something right, don’t you have a name?”
>He seems to relax a little, but not much.
>“Mistress you do not wish to g-give me my name,” his eyes flick to your hand and then back down to the floor.
>You look and see the remote control still in your hand. Fuck
“Oh hey no, I’m not going to use this, I’m not mad honest” You say setting the remote down on the counter.
>Relaxing even further after you removed the offending remote he stands up a little.
“There see, is that better?”
>He gives a slight nod.
“I’ve never been very good at naming things, so I’d rather just use your name, if you have one, you have one right?”
>Again he gives a small nod.
“Well what should I call you then?”
>“Sh-shining Armor, my name is Shining Armor.”



“Well it’s nice to meet you Shining Armor, my name is Femanon, you can call Femanon, Anon, or mistress whichever you prefer.”
>He stares at you blankly, and says “okay mistress”
>You frown slightly at his refusal to call you by your name, but you can’t help but feel a little twinge of excitement when he calls you mistress.
“How about I show you to your room?”
>“Very good mistress”
>You stand back up and he does so in kind.
>Following you down the hallway you lead him to the door on the right.
“So this is the guest room, I don’t really ever have guests so I figured that it would be perfect place for you, I even uh, did my best to fix it up for you”
>It really was true, you weren’t sure what a pony, much less a male pony, would be into but you had bought a few equine themed knick-knacks to spread around the room.
>Including a large poster of a beautiful (you assumed it was supposed to be beautiful) pink pony, to hopefully, uh give him something nice to look out.
>Shining Armor takes a few tentative steps into the room.
>When he spots the poster above the bed he freezes in place.
“You like that huh, I picked it up to give this room some pony appeal, heh.”
>Receiving no verbal response, you look down at the little white stallion.
>Oh shit, he’s trembling, what the fuck did you do?
>Did you dishonor him somehow?
>Why the fuck did you buy that stupid poster in the first place.
>Time for damage control.
“Of course, if it is not to your liking, I can take it down-”
>He quickly turns toward you and gives you a pleading look, “No, no please mistress, please leave it!”
>Was he, crying?
>Nothing this pony did made sense to you, but you figured you would abide by his wishes.
“Hey, if you like it, it’s yours, I want you to feel comfortable here.”
>For the first time since he got there he smiles. It is very small, and fleeting, but it was definitely there.
>“Thank you mistress thank you”
“It’s really nothing, if there’s anything else you want for your room, I could probably get it for you”
>But, he doesn’t seem to have heard you, he just keeps staring at that poster. 
>You thought you could hear him muttering something under his breath, but you’re not sure.
>Seeing him so enamored with the poster reminds of you of the reason you bought a stallion in the first place, you reach down experimentally and run your hand through his mane.
>Immediately his body tenses up, but he does not recoil from your touch nor does he speak.
>His mane is quite knotted and greasy and for the second time you notice he seems to be fairly dirty all over.
>Wanting to correct this you figure that you can help him settle in after you give him a proper bathing.
“Why don’t I show you to the bathroom so that we can get you all cleaned up, how does that sound Shining Armor?”
>Removing your hand from his mane he says in a soft voice “V-very good mistress, I, I understand.”
>He understands? Understands what? You wish you understood.
>Shrugging you walk over to the bathroom door and open it.
“This is the bathroom in here, its shared between my room and yours so, umm yeah”
>Do ponies even use toilets? Or do they go outside like a dog? 
>These fundamental questions and the fact that you do not know their answers make you wonder if perhaps you made the wrong decision with this whole pony thing.
>However when you look over at your cute little stallion, that thought quickly goes out the window.
>Who cares about that, you can learn all that, all you care about is your pony.
>Your pony, heh, you guess he really is your pony in every sense of the word. 
>You own him and you think that everything will work out fine. 100% nothing can go wrong.
>Shining Armor makes his way over to the bathroom his head hung low, while you just stare at him with a big dopey grin on your face.
>When he gets into the bathroom you close the door and open the little hatch built into the side of the tub. 
>Your mother had it installed when she got too weak to climb in, and now that she’s dead, you figure it would work just as well for your little stallion.
“Well go on, let’s get you cleaned up,” you motion him towards the open tub.
>Once he is inside you reseal the tub and begin to turn on the faucet, but Shining Armor’s voice stops you.
>“Mistress, wait please.” He motions towards his neck with his hoof. “My collar, it, it can’t get wet.”
>Oh. Well shit.
>You would normally have no problem taking off the collar, but the words of the delivery man echo through your head.
>But Shining Armor, although he acted strange sometimes, hadn’t done anything so far that might make you think he was violent. He might try to run for it though.
>Seeing no way around it you figured that now would be a good time to lay down some ground rules.
“Okay Shining Armor, I’m going to take your collar off, but first I need you to promise me that you won’t try to run or do anything to hurt me, think you can do that?”
>After a few seconds his head gives a slight nod.
“Oh and if something is bothering you are you need to ask me something, please feel free to do so, I get that this is probably a lot to adjust to but I’d really like you to feel like you can talk to me, ok?”
>Again, he nods in agreement 
>Well, you guess that’s good enough.
>Gingerly you grab hold of Shining Armor’s collar and begin fumbling around with it.
>It looks like a collar you would see a dog wear only with a large plastic box jutting out of the top.
>Unclasping the collar, you pull it free from his neck.
>A small sigh of relief involuntarily slips from his mouth when you pull the collar off.
>The fur below is thinner than the rest of his coat, it looks like it had been rubbed raw from extended wear.
>How long had this thing been on?
>“Thank you mistress”
>You set the collar beside you on the floor
“No problem, now let’s get you cleaned up.”
>You bring down the detachable showerhead (another upgrade to the bath for your mother) and turn the water to a warm temperature.
>Warm water bursts from the showerhead and after making sure the temperature is fine, you begin to douse Shining Armor with the warm spray.
>At first, he acts skittish, but he gradually gets into it and seems to be enjoying the feel of the warm water.
>A considerable amount of dirt and grime washes off of your stallion, and flows down the drain, and that was before you even applied any kind of soap.
>Again you wonder how long it’s been since he has bathed.
“I’m going to use the soap now”
>You squeeze some pony shampoo you picked up from the pet store out into the palm of your hand and you get to work on his mane and coat.
>Working up a lather seems to take no time at all and before you know it the bathtub is filled with suds.
>Shining Armor for the most part seems to be enjoying himself, while you scrub his back he occasionally makes little moans of pleasure.
>Whenever he does this he quickly tries to hide his enjoyment.
>Finished with his back and mane, you pull the showerhead over and give him a rinse.
>The brilliant white of his coat that you saw in his pictures on the hub has finally revealed itself, it was just hidden under all the muck currently being washed down the drain.
>Now that you have finished with the top you decide it is time to move down below.
>You add more soap to the palm of your hand and begin to rub it into shining Armor’s belly.
>His stance changes, and he shifts a little in the tub, but other than that, nothing.
>You continue rubbing until, you come to what you’ve been secretly waiting for this whole time.
>You begin to gently wash his sheath, trying to be as gentle as possible.
>“Ah-h M-mistress,”
>Your face is bright red at this point and Shining Armor’s little moans of pleasure certainly aren’t helping.
>You feel something begin to harden and grow and OH BABY!
>There it is on full display, the sole reason for your acquisition of this little stud in the first place, and damn the hub did not lie.
>You reach out to touch it, but you can’t do it.
>Damnit Femanon this is the whole god damn reason you bought this pony, and he was not cheap, you spent a good chunk of your inheritance on this bad boy and now you’re getting cold feet?
>You know you’re going to eventually so why not sample the goods now?
>Just touch the horsecock, you know that you want to.
>“Mistress?”
>You close your eyes and wrap your hand around it.
>It’s warm, very warm warmer than the shower water, and its pulsing slightly following the rhythm of his heartbeat.
>You open your eyes and see it twitch in your hand.
>You feel yourself becoming wet from arousal, and you’ve barely even done anything at this point
>With great care you give it an experimental tug
>You hear Shining Armor whimper slightly
>Looking at his face you see he is trying to contain his emotions, it must feel good but he seems to be holding back for some reason.
>“Mistress, p-please”
>Taking this as a cue to escalate things you begin to pump up and down the length of his shaft.
>“Ah, oh Mistress.” Shining Armor moans as you continue your ministrations
>You’re blushing furiously but you continue to keep your pace and rhythm, reaching all the way up to the head and then back down near the base.
>Reaching down with your other hand you cup his balls and begin to experimentally play with them.
>You can hear Shining Armor panting, and your breath is getting a little husky as well.
>“Mistress please, ah”
>You speed up, now pumping vigorously, removing your hand from his balls and sliding it down your pants, beginning to rub yourself.
>This is great you’ve never been so turned on in your life.
>“M-mistress please, I don’t want this!”
>What
>Your endorphin addled brain tries to parse this but it can’t seem to do it.
>You feel the stallionhood twitch in your hand as Shining Armor cries out.
>Jets of thick, ropey horsecum shoot out of Shining Armor’s spasmming horsecock.
>It subsides and you finally look over at Shining Armor’s face.
>His eyes are squeezed tightly shut and you can see that he’s been crying.
>Oh
>This whole scene suddenly seems a lot less erotic, and you can feel the lust begin to drain out of you as you stare at your pony as he begins to sob.


>It’s not fair
>All you wanted to do was have a little fun.
>Hell, you assumed that he had been enjoying himself, you certainly had been.
>But, now that moment was gone, replaced with a sobbing pony while you sat there with your hand down your pants feeling like a piece of shit.
>What exactly triggered this breakdown?
>Was he gay or something? Or did he hate you, or humans in general?
>Maybe it was something you had done that you didn’t even realize?
>Fuck, how were you supposed to have any fun now?
>The sound of the running water mixed with the sobbing of your little stallion.
>God, hearing him sob like that makes your heart ache.
>You can’t stand it any longer.
>Removing your hand from his rapidly shrinking penis, and the other from your pants, you stand up abruptly.
>Weakly you mutter something along the lines of,
“I’ll let you finish up…”
>Then you unceremoniously stumble out of the bathroom and slam the door closed behind you.
>Resting against the back of the door, you can still hear the tiny stallion crying inside.
>Fuck this.
>You really can’t bear to hear him like that, so you make your way to the living room.
>Plopping down on the worn-out couch, you try to clear your mind and sort out your emotions.
>Lust had dominated your mind, but now regret and melancholy were attempting to muscle their way in
>Why? Why should you feel like this? You didn’t do anything wrong, right?
>No of course not, Shining Armor was your property, and you had purchased him with just such intentions in mind.
>So why did you feel so bad about seeing him cry about it?
>Deciding you needed to consult someone wiser than yourself you consulted the tried and true, the internet.
>What do I even search for?
>You type “Pony doesn’t want sex?” into google and press enter.
>Immediately several results appear before you that seem promising.
>The top result is from yahoo answers. You figure you might as well give it a look.
>Pony will not have sex with me, plz help!: hi, first time buying slave pony and she is very sexy, but she will not let me hve any fun, and still refuses me even if I give her a good smack what do?? 
>I don’t want to hurt her as she was quite expensive :/
>She is peagsis if that helps thanks!
>Scrolling down you see that the top answer is a long-winded paragraph.
>Ugh, they expect you to read that whole thing?
>Scrolling down even further in hopes of finding a tl;dr and finding none, you opt to just skim the paragraph.
>Apparently this guy, found out what his pony feared most and then showed the pony that he wasn’t afraid to act on these fears.
>Hell, even if you wanted to do that, which you’re not sure you do, you don’t even know exactly what Shining Armor was so afraid of.
>Except for the collar.
>He did seem afraid of the collar.
>Craning your neck around you can see where you left it on the kitchen counter.
>You walk over and pick it up and place it in your pocket.
>When you go to put it in your pocket you notice that there is a bit of, uh “Shining Armor” on your pant legs.
>Tentatively you reach down and touch it, it’s very sticky and surprisingly still warm to the touch.
>Your blush returns as you rub the seed between your forefinger and thumb.
>You contemplate perhaps, tasting it, but decide not to, there will be time for that later.
>Hopefully
>Fuck, back to this again.
>Getting a stallion was supposed to give you easy access to sex without all the emotional gunk that you are expected to wade through to obtain it.
>You sigh
“Guess I’ll need to wash these pants.”
>Removing the remote from your pants pocket and then your pants, you toss them into the corner of the living room.
>You’ll wash them, later.
>You return to your computer and open up the Hub’s homepage.
>Reasoning that the website where you bought Shining might have some better advice for you than some random anon.
>Spotting a FaQ you dive in, scrolling down to the section labelled “sexual relations”
>Do ponies menstruate?
>Is sex with a pony legal in my country?
>Can I impregnate a pony?
>Can ponies digest semen?
>My pony does not want sex?
>Bingo
>So, your pony does not take kindly to your sexual advances? Well fear not because there is a simple procedure for you to follow.
>Remember that you are the master in the relationship, your pony has no legal basis for refusing your advances.
>All ponies sold on the Hub are guaranteed to be loyal and obedient to their new masters, but there is an adjustment period.
>Give your pony a little time to adjust to their new home, lay down your expectations, and be sure to let them know that you are in charge. 
>If that doesn’t work don’t be afraid to give them a little encouragement with a shock or a swat.
>If behavioral problems with your pony continue see our section on discipline or consider calling one of behavioral specialists toll free!
>There’s a link to one such number.
>Alright, yes you can do this.
>Your sense of confidence is back and your guilt has evaporated from your newly gained knowledge.
>There’s nothing wrong with Shining Armor, he just needs some time to adjust.
>And it’s not like you really gave him any expectations, you kind of just sprung it on him.
>He just needs to know why you bought him and he’ll fall into line like the Hub says.
>And if not you do have the collar, though you’d prefer not to have to use it.
>You are 100% sure that this will work out!
>Yeah
>It’s been awhile you contemplate going to check on Shining Armor.
>Giving him time to adjust is important, but you also think it’s important that he get used to you.
>Also you don’t fully trust him to be left all alone for now.
>Yeah, perhaps now would be the time to go check on Shining Armor.
>You return to the bathroom door and press your ear to it.
>Silence greets you, no running water and no sobbing thank God.
“Shining Armor, you okay in there?” giving the door a slight knock
>Receiving no response you decide to just open the door.
>Shining Armor is sitting down on the bathmat with a damp towel draped over his back.
>Water drips from his coat, showing that his still quite wet.
“Oh, here let me dry you off,” You grab another fresh towel from under the sink and begin to rub him down.
>Shining Armor doesn’t move or react in any way, he just keeps staring blankly ahead at something you can’t see.
“Could you stand up, please”
>He stands up wordlessly and resumes his blank staring.
>Shit, you had been hoping that he might have gotten over his quiet staring, not that you minded being quiet, but it did make it a little awkward.
“Shining are you alright?” 
>“I’m fine mistress, thank you for asking” he keeps his voice as neutral as possible.
>Frowning you continue to dry him off.
>When you reach his underside you opt to skip over his more intimate features, at least for the time being.
>Don’t want a repeat of earlier.
>Once you finish drying him off you hang the wet towel up on the nearby free hook.
>Shining Armor looks very handsome now that he’s finally been cleaned up, almost regal in appearance.
>His stomach makes a loud gurgling noise, which seems to snap him from his trance.
>Looking at him you ask,
“So, you hungry?”

>Collecting the collar from the floor you reattach it around Shining Armor’s neck.
>He gives a small grunt when it clicks into place.
“Alright let’s go”
>Shining Armor follows you out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen.
>The awkward silence follows you to the kitchen 
>It seems to have become your constant companion as of late.
>Peering into the fridge for something to eat you find that, you have forgotten to stock up on much of anything.
>Your fridge is pretty barren so you close the fridge door again.
>You suppose you’ll need to run to the supermarket and get some ingredients soon, but now…
>Now, you’re too tired of dealing with this whole situation today, plus you don’t want to leave Shining by himself.
>Fuck it, you’ll just order a pizza.
“Hey Shining Armor, you want some pizza?”
>“Whatever you want mistress.”
>Hmm okay, you expected as much.
>Ponies don’t eat meat you’re pretty sure, so probably best to go with a vegetarian option.
>You dial and place the order.
>After putting down the phone silence once again reigns supreme.
“It’ll be about twenty minutes”
>Shining just gives a slight nod of acknowledgement.
>Thinking back to the FaQ you decide to put it into practice.
“Hey Shining Armor, I want to talk to you about something.”
>His eyes lock with yours and focus, he looks frightened and, ashamed? Tired?
“What I did back there, during the bath, it was a little sudden I know,” you say trying not to blush.
>He looks at you with sudden interest,
“And I just wanted to say that, I understand that it may take some time for you to adjust to your new surroundings, and it wasn’t fair of me to thrust that on you without any warning”
“And for that I am sorry”
>He looks somewhat confused now, but he still remains attentive.
“That being said I do have certain expectations that need to be met, but, uh um,” 
>You begin stammering too embarrassed to say it directly.
“But, uh, d-don’t worry about that for now, let’s just focus on getting you settled in, we can worry about that tomorrow, okay Shining?”
>Shining Armor looks down no longer meeting your eyes
“Shining Armor, do you understand what I’ve just said?”
>“Y-yes mistress,” he says without lifting his head.
“Good then, let-“
>But before you can finish your sentence Shining Armor snaps his head up and looks right at you.
>“Wait, mistress wait please, you said that I could ask you questions, r-right? Rule number Two?” 
“Y-yes I did say that, what’s your question?”
>“Why did you buy me?”
>Of all the questions he could have asked, why did it have to be that one?
“Well, It’s been kind of lonely and dirty since my mother died, and I could use a little help around the house, you understand?”
>He looks at you with pleading eyes that seem to demand more
>“Is that the only reason, mistress?”
“Well no, I mean look, see the thing is, well the thing is,” get it together Femanon, you need to tell him why you bought him! 
>It will make things easier for the both of you.
“Shining Armor, the main reason I bought you is for you to satisfy me, s-sexually,” you manage to get it out and your blush has returned in full force.
>He bows his head down.
>“Oh, I see, th-thank you for telling me mistress”
“Hey don’t worry, about it like I said we don’t need to worry about any of that right now, we can work all that out tomorrow,” 
>“Okay mistress I think I-“
“I mean it’s just practical you know? Why put up with a human, and deal with the possibility of rejection?”
>Femanon
“I mean don’t get me wrong it’s not like I COULDN’T find a human mate if I wanted”
>Femanon please stop
“And I mean, ever since the portals opened I’ve always thought to myself, hey those ponies are pretty cute!”
>Femanon shut the fuck up
“Plus, I don’t even need birth control, I mean who wants kids anyway?”
>You look over to see Shining Armor.
>His head down even lower than it was a moment ago, and for the second time that night, you can see tears rolling down his cheeks.
>Why are you like this Femanon
>Oh fuck, come on!
>This is the opposite of what you had wanted to happen, and now your fucking autism has made your pony cry. 
>Again
>Before you can say or do anything to try and soothe Shining Armor, the doorbell rings.
“Th-that must be the pizza I’ll go get it!” you say as you race to the door.
>You fling open the door to see a bright red Pegasus mare holding your large pizza.
>“You had the large vegetarian pizza?”
“Uh, yes”
>“That’ll be eight ninety-nine.” 
>You reach down to grab some cash from your pocket only to realize you aren’t wearing any pants.
>Jesus I really am retarded
“Just a minute,” you say as you run into the living room and begin rifling through your soiled pants for some cash.
>The delivery Pegasus leans her head in presumably to make sure you’re not trying to pull anything, but stops when she catches sight of Shining Armor.
>You pull a crumpled ten from your back pocket.
>Success!
>You bound back over to the delivery pony standing in the doorway.
>“Is everything okay in there” she asks concern obvious in her eyes.
“Uh-huh everything’s fine, here you go!” you say, a little louder than necessary.
>She puts the pizza box down on the floor and takes the crumpled ten from your hand with her mouth.
“Keep the change,” you say
>She nods then spits the ten out into a bag strapped to her side. 
>“Have a good evening ma’am”
>And with that she turns away and flies off into the night. 
>You shut the door and stand there.
>God that pony saw Shining crying, she probably thought you were abusing him or something!
>Ugh, now you can’t order pizza from there anymore.
>And since when did Papa John’s use Pegasi for delivery?
>Letting out a sigh, you place the pizza box on the kitchen counter.
>Shining Armor has stopped crying and is looking at you again, his eyes are red and puffy.
“S-sorry about all that Shining Armor, are you ready to eat?”
>“M-mistress with your permission I think I would like to go to bed” he says in a slightly wavering voice.
>Shit, well you figure it would be fine, you know he’s hungry, but if he wants to sleep you’re inclined to let him.
“Sure Shining, that’s fine.”
>He nods his head “thank you mistress” and he begins making his way down the hall to his room.
“I’ll save you some slices in case you change your mind,” you say.
>He offers no response and slinks into the room before slowly closing the door.
>Well
>Guess I’m eating alone.
>You sit on the couch idly chewing on a slice of pizza while you ruminate on today’s events.
>It did not go at all how you thought it would.
>You had hoped that you and your adorable stud pony would have already become well acquainted and that he’d be pounding you into a drooling mess.
>Instead you were eating pizza, alone.
>You sigh and decide that you might as well head to sleep as well.
>On the way to your room you decide to check in on shining Armor.
>Slowly, as not to wake him, you ease the guest room door open.
>Shining Armor is sleeping peacefully on the bed on top of the covers.
>Strangely enough though he removed the poster of the pink pony from the wall and had attached it to the headboard and was curled up right next to it.
>You close the door again, and head into your room, plopping down not bothering to change your close or brush your teeth.
>The last thought you have before falling asleep is,
>Huh, he must really like that poster.


>You awaken with a groan.
>Rolling over in bed to view your digital clock you see that you’ve gotten up early.
>It’s only 11:30 AM
>Why are you up so early?
>Oh, right
>Last night was a disaster and you were just ready to sleep on it.
>Sitting up in bed, you rub the sleep from your eyes.
>Well, since you’re up you might as well get ready for the day.
>After a quick shower you feel much more awake.
>What did you need to do today?
>Well, if Shining Armor was being more cooperative today, you’d like to go to the supermarket and pick up some groceries.
>Maybe stop off somewhere and get Shining Armor a proper tag.
>that also opened up the possibility of asking someone about his, emotional state.
>though you were loath to talk with anyone, especially those in customer service, you worry the internet may not be sufficient to aid you in your quest for cock.
>You’re still a bit miffed over having your good times ruined by Shining’s emotional hang-ups.
>Hopefully today, you can correct that.
>You suppose that you should see how he is doing.
>Stepping out of your lair you enter your house proper.
>Huh
>That’s odd
>Your normally dirty house is strangely clean, truly clean for the first time since..
>Well, since your mother got sick.
>As you enter the living room, you see the reason why.
>Shining Armor is busy sweeping the kitchen floor, a broom levitating in a cloud of magenta light.
>Woah, neat
>You knew about pony magic but you had never seen it in real life before.
>His body moves in time with the sweeping motion of the broom
>Your eyes wander over his body, enjoying the swaying of his hips.
>Returning feelings of lust start to bubble up through you.
>Last night you never got any relief, and seeing a male, in your house wasn’t helping.
>Give in Femanon
>Just walk over there and jump him
>No
>You push those thoughts down
>As much as you might want to just, get right to it, you know you can’t.
>All your advances, even mentions of anything sexual have caused Shining Armor to have a breakdown.
>How are you supposed to enjoy yourself if your partner is sobbing?
>You just need to give him time to adjust, like the Hub said.
>While you were busy talking yourself down Shining Armor finally took notice of your presence.
>“Good morning mistress. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve begun cleaning the house.”
“Yeah, no I don’t mind at all ha ha, just keep doing what your doing”
>Nodding, he returns to his sweeping
>Making your way over to the fridge you ask
“Hey Shining you want something to eat?”
>“If Mistress will allow it..”
“Of course, you don’t need my permission to eat Shining, if you’re hungry just grab something”
>“Yes, mistress”
“There’s not really much in the way of choices, hope you don’t mind some leftover pizza.”
>“I don’t mind mistress, I will eat whatever you wish to feed me is fine.”
>Pulling the pizza box out of the fridge you place it down on the kitchen counter.
“You want me to heat it up, I normally eat it cold.”
>“However you eat it is fine mistress”
>You frown slightly
“Really, Shining I don’t mind, if you want something it’s okay to ask really”
>Turning to you he gives you a smile
>“Really mistress, it’s fine. Let’s eat!”
>Using his magic, he levitates a slice of veggie pizza over to him and begins to slowly eat it.
“Eat as much as you like, I know you must be hungry.”
>Well, at least he’s finally eating something, and he seems to be in vastly better spirits than yesterday, but something feels off.
>As you watch him eat you notice he makes little movements, whenever he thinks you’re not looking you can see him staring off into space with a frown, but as soon as you look at him, it’s a big smile.
>You recognize this well, for you are a great practitioner of the arts of faked social skill.
>Shining Armor is faking it.
>It’s still an improvement you suppose.
>At least he’s trying to make an effort to seem happy, but well, you want him to be ACTUALLY happy.
>But how to make him happy?
>Glancing over at him you try to think of something he’d like, hoping your brain can produce an idea just by staring at him long enough.
>Think damn it, what do you know about him?
>Not much really, he’s a pony, he doesn’t like sex or maybe just sex with you, and he likes the decorations you put in his room.
>Ugh what do I do with that? Not fuck him? That defeats the whole purpose!
>More pony stuff also seems like it wouldn’t work, you’re not even sure what he likes about the stuff you already got him!
>Jesus this is turning out to be way, way more complicated than you thought.
>You had just sort of assumed your pony would trot of the crate dick out and ready to pound.
>Instead you’ve got twenty-three-thousand-dollar maid with a nice ass.
>Shining Armor clears his throat.
>“Um, mistress are you okay?”
>Realizing that you’ve staring at him for about five minutes without saying anything, you attempt to produce a normal response.
“Just looking, don’t mind me!”
>What was that? That sucked!
>“O-oh alright then”
>C’mon recover you stupid bitch, it’s not that hard.
“Hey Shining, how long have you had that collar, it doesn’t seem very comfortable.”
>His hoof reaches up to touch the shock collar around his neck.
>“I’ve had this collar since, uh, I’ve had it a long time now”
>“It’d not too bad Mistress I’m used to it at this point.”
>He gives you a big smile, trying to convince you (and maybe himself) that he genuinely doesn’t mind.
>You’re not buying it.
“How about after breakfast we head into town and get you a brand-new collar?”
>“If that is what you’d like to do mistress”
“No, I mean, it is, but I’m asking you what you want to do,”
>He looks at you his smile looking a little more forced.
“It’s okay Shining you can be honest do you want to come with me to get a new collar?”
>Looking down for a moment before returning your gaze with a smile he responds
>“Yes, Mistress I would like to go with you and get a new collar.”
“Great, we’ll head over after breakfast!”
>Looking back down he returns to eating his cold pizza.
>You both finish breakfast in silence.


>Shining Armor sits in the passenger side seat of your car.
>Hot air blows onto both of your faces as you drive along the icy road into town.
>Weren’t the pegasi supposed to stop stuff like freezing rain now? 
>You read something like that on the internet, maybe there just aren’t enough t go around.
>That seems to be your problem, most of your knowledge about ponies comes from half-remembered articles that you briefly skimmed.
>Maybe you’ll pick an owner’s manual or something at the Pet-Smart.
>Shining Armor just stares out the window for most of the trip.
>You consider turning on some music, but you’re not sure Shining Armor would like your taste in music, not many do.
>What kind of music does he like?
>Why don’t you ask him yourself you autist?
“Hey, Shining, what kind of music do you like?”
>Turning from his forlorn staring at the passing winter landscape to instead stare quizzical at you he asks,
>“Music, mistress?”
“Yeah, I was thinking of turning on some music, and I wanted to know what you like.”
>Shining Armor seems to really consider the question for a minute.
>Finally he says,
>“Could you play something with nightingales?” 
>Nightingales?
“What is that a pony band or something?”
>Shining looks confused.
>“Uh, no mistress a nightingale is a bird.”
>Oh
>Wait what
“You want to listen to something with, like birdcalls in it?”
>“If you don’t like nightingales mistress we can listen to something else”
“No, it’s not that it’s just, uh I don’t know any songs with nightingales in them”
>“Oh, well just play whatever you like then mistress.”
>While he did give you the go ahead to play whatever music you wanted you can almost guarantee that he won’t enjoy your taste.
>You opt to not play anything and continue on to your destination without any music.
>After another five minutes you pull into the parking lot of the pet smart.
“Welp here we are, let’s go get you a new collar.”
>Shining exits the car following dutifully behind without a word.
>Entering into the well heated pet store, you begin to move towards the section marked pony.
>There is a wide selection of everything a prospective slave owner could want.
>Except it seemed for collars.
>Opting to search a little longer you continue up and down the aisle searching for the collars.
>In your focused searching you almost run right into a store employee.
>“Something I can help you with today miss?”
“Uh, collars”
>He looks down at Shining Armor who is trying to remain close to you without actually touching you.
>“I assume it’s for this little guy here right?”
>You nod your head.
>“Well if you want a collar it’ll need to be custom tailored for your pony, government regulations you understand.”
“Ah of course, sure.”
>He smiles at you and leads you further back into the store.
>Arriving at a booth labeled “custom collars” the man begins to explain.
>“Alright so new government legislature requires all collars to be equipped with shock capabilities and a sturdy locking mechanism.”
>“Is your pony chipped?”
>What chipped?
>What does he mean?
>Not wanting to look like an idiot you just nod your head yes.
>“Ok, good then you won’t need one in the collar, though you can still get it if you desire.”
>The man steps up onto the booth and pulls out a measuring tape, like they might use at a tailors.
>“I’ll need to measure his neck, would you prefer to do it or would you like me to?”
“Oh, I’ll do it.”
>He hands you the tape.
>Crouching down so that you’re eye level with Shining Armor you place your hand on his back.
“I-I’m gonna take your measurement now, okay?”
>“Alright mistress, go ahead.”
>You wrap the tape measure around his neck and make sure to hold your finger at the intersection.
>Huh, 17.3 inches
>Is that good or what?
>Who the fuck knows the neck size of a pony?
>For once you feel content in your assumption that your ignorance is shared by many others.
>The man takes down the information and inputs it into a computer terminal built into the collar booth.
>“Alright miss if you just step up here you can design your collar on this computer.”
>Stepping up to the screen you see that the information inputted so far has allowed you to select from a few different options.
>Okay well, I really want shining to like his new collar so let’s go with max comfort.
>HOLY FUCK that’s expensive!
>The estimated cost went up by a few hundred dollars.
>That’s a decent chunk of change.
>Is it really worth it?
>I guess so, if it helps Shining Armor feel better than yes, it’s worth it.
>You pick a collar that will compliment his coat and mane color. And while you’re at it you add a thumbprint activated lock, which surprisingly didn’t cost much extra.
>Finishing it up by inputting your name and contact information, you click done.
>You pay for the (expensive) collar and disengage from the computer.
>“Great! We will have your collar finished in a few minutes until then, is there anything else I can help you find?”
>Do you need anything else while you’re here?
>Maybe something for the bedroom?
>No way I can’t ask this wageslave something like that!
>Instead you just shake your head no.
>“Well if you do have any other questions just ask”
>He walks away
>You realize you didn’t even get his name.
>Whatever
>There are a few other ponies walking alongside their respective masters.
>Most of the ponies look forward not sparing a glance at you or Shining Armor, but every once in a while, one will quickly glance at Shining, before turning away.
>Those always look kind of depressed for some reason.
>Well, might as well look around for a bit while the finish up with your collar.
“Hey Shining Let’s go check out some fish or something”
>“Okay Mistress”
>Walking over the actual animals instead of just animal products, you gaze out on the beauty of nature.
>There’s all sorts of animals on display, dogs, cats, various reptiles, fish, and even some exotic animals like toucans and dragons.
>Children and adults alike mill around examining all the animals while store staff watch over to make sure their being handled properly.
“Shining I’m going to go get a look at the dragons. You can go look at whatever you like, just don’t wander too far, okay?”
>“Yes mistress”
>He wanders off in the direction of some of the fluffier creatures.
>The dragons are where it’s at.
>While they didn’t really look like traditional dragons, you still think they’re pretty damn cool.
>They can breathe fire and everything, plus they’re pretty small, so long as you don’t spoil them.
>However, the price is a pretty big deterrent. 
>You’d rather have a nice warm pony for that kind of money.
>But, still cool to look at.
>This one in particular has an impressive set of brilliant blue scales, that shimmer under the fluorescent lighting.
>It’s not really moving around very much, you guess it’s probably just sleeping.
>While you’re busy admiring the dragons, you spot the man from earlier approaching with a box clutched in his hands.
>“Here you are miss, sorry for the wait.” He hands you the box.
“It’s fine”
>“Now before you go we’ll need you to register your thumbprint on the collar’s scanner”
“Alright cool”
>You open the box, and get a good look at the collar.
>It’s made of a soft indigo material that feels very soft yet durable. There’s no huge plastic box jutting out of the top either. The little tag that dangles down has a stylized depiction of Shining Armor’s cutie mark on the front, and your contact information on the back.
>There’s also a brand-new controller presumably for the collar’s electric settings.
>Pulling the collar out you look at the lock mechanism, instead of a traditional sort of pony proof aluminum lock, it’s a high-tech thumb print scanner.
>“It’s in reset mode right now so just place your right index finger on the scanner and it’ll lock it in”
>Placing your index finger on the pad, you wait a second before a tiny indicator light on the screen shifts from red to green. 
>“Alright you should be all set, there’s an instruction manual in there as well if you have any more questions, have a great day miss!”
>He walks off again, and you’re glad.
>Now to get Shining so you can leave.
>You scan the room for him until you spot him.
>Across the room near the rodents you can see him talking with another pony.
>She looks to be employed here as she is wearing a Pet-Smart uniform.
>It’s a pretty yellow mare with short pink hair, and shining Armor seems to be having quite the conversation.
>For the first time since you’ve known him he seems to be really genuinely happy.
>Well you’ve got to see this. 
>You walk over to the two of them.
>As soon as you get close their conversation dies and shining armor’s cheerful attitude seems to disappear completely.
“Hey Shining Armor, I got your new collar so we can go now.”
>Neither of them say anything.
>The yellow one, who you now see is a Pegasus, has her head down and is avoiding your gaze.
“Are you two friends? Hi I’m Femanon, Shining Armor’s Mistress. It’s nice to meet you what’s your name?”
>You hold your hand out.
>Do ponies shake hands, er hooves?
>apparently not as the mare barely glances at you and says something so quite you’re not sure she said anything at all.
“Sorry, what was that?”
>Again with the mumbling.
>getting down on your knees and leaning in so you can hear her better you ask
“Sorry, one more time.”
>“I said, he’s not yours, b-bitch”
>Immediately after having said it the mare’s eyes widen and she shrinks away from you.
>“Is something going on over here?”
>Looking up you see another store employee standing over you, she’s scowling at the mare.
>Should you say something?
>Once again you are operating in a low information environment.
>You’re unsure as to why this mare hate you so much.
>However it did hurt when she said and you’re not even sure really why.
>Probably you should at least inform the staff.
“As a matter of fact, yes, your mare here was very rude to me”
>“I’m terribly sorry miss.”
>Before you can do or so anything he raises his foot up and delivers a kick to the mare’s side.
>She yelps out in pain.
>“You apologize right now to this customer!”
>The mare with tears budding at the corner of her eyes looks to you and quietly squeaks out the words “S-sorry”
>Again he kicks her, this time she falls to the floor.
>“Louder, so she can actually hear you.”
>“I’m s-sorry miss, please, I’m sorry!”
>He raises his foot up again, but before he can Shining Armor rushes in front of him. 
>The man’s foot connects with Shining Armor’s gut and he lets out a wheeze.
“Shining!”
>What the fuck, this dude just kicked your stallion!
>You turn to him, anger bubbling up from below.
>The man looks mortified
>“Miss, I’m sorry, he just moved right in front of me.”
“Sorry, you’re sorry? You kick my pony and all you can say is sorry, How about I kick you you cunt!”
>At this point you have made quite a scene and customers and employees alike are looking on.
>Your anger melts away and embarrassment quickly takes its place.
>A blush covers your face.
>Time to go
“Shining are you okay, can you move?”
>He gives a slight nod.
“Alright, then let’s get out of here.”
>You and Shining quickly make your way to the exit.
>Great, what a wonderful outing.
>Another day, another store you can never go back to.
>Why is your life a constant parade of failures?
>At least you got what you set out to get.
>Hopefully Shining Armor will like his new collar.
>Hopefully it will make up for him getting kicked by that asshole.
>You sigh.
>Time to head home.

>Driving home is a quiet ordeal.
>While Shining Armor continues to remain silent, you can sense there is quite a lot of tension.
>You really wish he would speak up and at least give you an indication of what was going through his head.
>Shining Armor jumped in front of that rude little mare and ended up getting a kick for his trouble.
>Why though? Why is it that your stallion decided to intervene?
>He did seem to be awfully friendly with the mare, did they know each other?
>It’s possible, it can’t just be the fact that they’re both ponies.
>You certainly wouldn’t jump in front of a human stranger in a similar situation.
>But, maybe Shining Armor is the sort of pony who would.
>That sort of behavior could end up getting him, and by extension you, into trouble.
>Shining Armor can’t do stuff like that.
>Even if he doesn’t like what another owner is doing to their slave, his interference can only lead to more problems.
>You realize that you need to make sure he understands this, but how to broach the subject.
>Outright punishment is too harsh, especially since this was the first time anything like this has happened.
>But, you also don’t think that you could just have a conversation with him about it. 
>All your conversations so far end up with Shining just defaulting to a ‘Yes mistress’
>You should at least try.
“Hey, Shining”
>His ears perk up and he turns to look at you.
“We should talk. About what happened back there.”
>Saying nothing you continue on.
“Now, I don’t know what got into you back there, but that sort of behavior is frankly unacceptable”
>His mouth opens, like he’s somehow shocked that you would say this.
>You continue on.
“Shining Armor, you can’t mess with other people’s ponies like that. It’s not your place, or even my place to mess with someone else’s... pony.”
>Is he pouting? 
“Come on Shining, I’m not mad I just really need you to understand that what you did was not okay?”
>“What I did? What about what HE did?”
>Well hello Shining Armor.
>It’s somewhat reassuring to see him passionate about something for a change, although you would have preferred it to be something other than this.
“Shining, I need you to promise that you won’t do something like that again, or we just won’t go out anymore.”
>He seems to calm down, his posture returning to normal.
“I’m not saying do nothing, but if something like that happens please let me handle it okay, and don’t be afraid to tell me if something upsets you, I want you to be honest with me, alright?”
>“Yes mistress”
>Alright
>Back to normal
>Hopefully he meant what he said, but it’s still hard for you to tell if he is being sincere.
>Shining Armor is looking out the window, he is clearly still upset, but seems to have resolved not to argue with you.
>There must be something you can do to cheer him up.
>Maybe after you take him back, give him his new collar, eat some dinner, then you could finally…
>Dinner!
>What the hell are you going to eat? You forgot to get food, and you ate all the pizza this morning.
>It’s not too late to turn around and head to the supermarket, but you’re not sure Shining Armor is in a state to do anymore shopping.
>Glancing back over at him you watch him stare out at the setting sun.
>Eh, you’ll just swing by a fast food joint.
>McDonalds is close by, plus you think they have pony options now
>Turning right at the next intersection, you make your way to those golden arches.
“Have you ever been to McDonalds Shining?”
>Shining shakes his head no
“Well, I think you might like it, it’s supposed to have pony food on the menu now.”
>At your mention of this Shining’s ears perk up.
>You pull in to the drive through and scan the menu.
>While you already know what you want, you are not sure what Shining might like.
>There are several new items on the menu in what’s called a “pony meal”
>“Hi, welcome to McDonalds, order when ready.”
“Yeah can I get a Number 3 meal with a coke, and a pony meal with a coke.”
>“That’ll be nine twenty-eight at your first drive through window.”
>Pulling forward you’re greeted by a pimpled teen.
>Handing him the money, you again pull forward and this time you’re greeted by a lime green unicorn mare.
>Her grey uniform seems well kept and compliments her coat. 
>She simply radiates positivity, which you find odd considering she works in the fast food industry.
>“You had the number three meal and the pony meal with two cokes?”
“Yep”
>Two brown sacks filled with the greasy meal levitate through your car window in a cloud of red light.
>The McDonald’s mare smiles and says “Y’all enjoy your food!”
>Without a word, you pass the food over to shining armor who, grabs it in his telekinesis, and then you’re back on the road heading home.
>Shining Armor smells the air experimentally, and his eyes widen and his mouth hangs open slightly.
>Whatever he’s smelling he must like it.
>What exactly is in a pony meal?
>Arriving home, you grab the food and head inside, with Shining following close behind.
>Once inside you take your shoes off and plop down in front of the couch.
>Your little slave follows and stands in front of you.
>You set the food out on the table in front of you.
>Shining continues to stand directly in front of you, his eyes trying to avoid your own.
“Uh, you ready to eat?”
>“Yes mistress.”
“Well then go ahead then, eat.”
>He nods and moves to the other side of the table, nosing through his food which seems to consist of some mixed greens, fries, and what looks like… flowers?
>After giving his food an experimental taste shining Armor begins to go to town, eating the fast food with a passion you have never seen in your stallion before.
“You must, really like McDonalds, huh?”
>Shining stops devouring his meal for a moment to respond.
>“It is wonderful! I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I’ve had anything like this.”
>He’s smiling and seems happy.
>Yes! Finally, success!
>Who know that fast food would be the answer.
>Feeling somewhat emboldened by your masterful purchasing decisions, you decide now would be a good time to attempt to get closer to your pony.
“Hey, Shining why don’t you get up here on the couch, I’ll put something on TV while we eat.”
>He frowns for a second and looks down, but then suddenly smiles.
>“Ok, mistress.”
>Holy shit it’s actually working!
>Walking over, Shining Hops up onto the couch, turns around and sits down on all fours, sort of like a dog might do.
>You grab the remote and flick the TV on, while Shining continues to enjoy his meal.
>The News is on, you don’t want to watch this, it’s always blah blah, some new terrorist attack, blah blah pony rights, blah blah Chinese quarantine. It’s always the same shit.
>Changing channels you try to find something decent to watch, however it seems to be a quest of futility.
>Maybe Shining will have an opinion.
“Anything you want to watch?”
>He shakes his head no. “I’ve never actually watched TV, but I’ve heard other ponies talk about it.”
>“There like plays, right, only they’re preformed somewhere else, right?”
“Eh, close enough, you have anything you’ve ever wanted to see?”
>He ponders for a moment slowly chewing up a handful of fries.
>“I’m fine with whatever you’d like to watch mistress.”
“Okay then”
>Scrolling over to the movies you settle on Catch Me if you Can, one because you like, and two you think it will be pretty inoffensive and a safe choice to watch with Shining Armor.
>You have missed about the first hour of the movie but that’s fine. 
>Shining does not really seem to care one way or the other, and only occasionally glances at the film.
>Eventually a sex scene appears.
>Oh, right
>You’ve seen this movie, you know this was in it.
>Glancing at Shining Armor you attempt to gauge his reaction. 
>While previously Shining had been giving the film only partial attention, his eyes were now glued to the screen his mouth slightly agape.
“We can stop watching if you want Shining.”
>He looks over at you “This, this sort of thing is common in movies?”
“Oh well, I mean I guess so? Lots of movies have sex scenes like this one”
>Your point is accentuated by Leonardo slamming the nurse forcefully into a bookcase.
>“I didn’t realize humans were so, casual about… intimacy”
>Did Shining Armor just call your species slutty? You think he might have.
“Well, I wouldn’t say that I mean we just do things we like, and there aren’t many things we like better than, uh you know, sex. Isn’t it that way with ponies too”
>“N-normally we have one partner, and we don’t really do, that sort of thing so casually.”
“Well I guess humans used to be that way maybe, or people just didn’t talk about as much?” 
>You aren’t explaining yourself well and its causing you to blush slightly. 
“I mean, it feels good and I think that’s what people care about most y’know?”
>Reaching over you begin to pet Shining Armor, running her hand through his soft coat.
“Don’t you want to feel good too?”
>It’s been a few days since you’ve had any release and this talk is starting to fill your mind with all sorts of carnal thoughts.
>Continuing to pet him gently your hand starts to slowly go lower and lower. 
>By this point you are saddled up right beside him, your body pressing into his coat.
“I can help you feel good Shining”
>Reaching around you wrap your hand around his dick.
>To your surprise he seems to be sporting a semi, and with a little work that seem starts to grow into the real deal.
>His labored breathing causes you to lean in closer and begin to stroke.
“You’ve had a rough time, I get it, but I want you to feel good, okay?”
>Shining makes a shifting motion, away from your hand, and it causes you to stop. 
>Releasing your hand from his shaft, you blush and scoot back and away from Shining. 
>He lets out a few more labored breaths before he clears his throat.
>“Th-thank you for your concern mistress, but if it’s alright with you, I think I’d like to go to bed.”
>Oh, ok.
>Giving him a nod, he hops down off the couch and walks down the hallway.
“Goodnight”
>The only response you receive is the creaking of his bedroom door being slowly closed.
>Uggggghhh
>What are you supposed to do?
>Every time you think you’re making progress with Shining Armor you fuck it up with your ignorance or horniness. 
>You’re torn between your desire to help Shining and to Fuck him, you thought combining them might work, but apparently you were wrong yet again.
>Feeling worse than you’ve felt in a while, you flip the TV off and head to an early bed.

>It’s 3:00 AM and you can’t fucking sleep.
>The reason you can’t sleep is because you are quite horny and can’t decide what to do about it.
>This whole pony thing was supposed to prevent this sort of thing.
>Whenever you were horny, your stallion was supposed to take care of that.
>But surprise! He’s terrified of sex, or isn’t used to sex, or it’s like really taboo in his culture or whatever.
>He doesn’t want to have sex with you, which is just unfair.
>Groaning you roll over to stare at the red unblinking clock waiting for the number to change.
>Why don’t you just masturbate Femanon?
>Masturbation would solve your immediate problem but would do nothing to help with your ongoing problem, plus masturbating after buying something to end your masturbation seems almost like admitting defeat or failing in some way.
>Why don’t you just go in there and jump his bones?
>No, bad Femanon!
>Clearly, he’s not into it for whatever reason, and every time you try to get something going he shuts down.
>Well, what are you supposed to do then?
>Send him back?
>…
>You guess you could inquire about a return policy.
>No! What are you doing Femanon, are you really that much of a fucking quitter?
>He’s your stallion! You picked him specifically.
>When you some him posted on there you had to have him, price be damned, and now you’re going to give up because of a few bad starts?
>You make me sick, me.
>What you should do is get out of your bed, march into his room and lay down the law. 
>He is your property, and damnit you need some loving!
>But, you know try to be gentle about it. Be cool, explain to him your feelings and what you want from him.
>Fine, maybe I will.
>Throwing the covers from your body, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and march out of your bedroom and into the hallway.
>You walk right over to the guest bedroom and you… hesitate.
>Is this really a good idea?
>Your heart says no, but your loins say yes.
>The mixed feelings are almost enough for you to stop right there and slink back to your room to relive yourself the old-fashioned way.
>Almost
>Instead, you grasp the doorknob, turn it, and gently ease open the door to Shining’s room.
>It makes an awful creaking noise that makes you wince, this whole series of events making you feel like you’re about to break some sort of rule.
>There on the bed, illuminated by a beam of moonlight is the little white stallion.
>He’s curled into a tight ball next to that poster of his.
>His chest rises and falls in time with his breathing.
>It’s all very cute and you feel a little guilty about disturbing him, but you’ve gone this far you may as well continue.
>Approaching the bed, you place your hand on his shoulder and give him a little shake.
>Grunting slightly, he shifts and curls in tighter.
>Shaking him harder illicit a mumbled. 
>“few more minutes Twi…”
>Giving one final shake you say,
“Shining, it’s me. Wake up I need to talk to you.”
>Upon hearing your voice, Shining Springs into action scrambling to a sitting position, his back pressed back into the backboard.
>“M-mistress! What time is it?”
“It’s late, listen Shining I need to talk.”
>Shining just stares at you in the pale moonlight, so you continue. 
“Shining, I bought you because I have needs. Needs that all girls have and well, they aren’t being met.”
>Pausing to look at his reaction and seeing none you press on.
“Now I get that it’s been a rough transition and I’ve tried to be patient and understanding, but I’m getting nothing from you in return. I just need a little attention you know?”
>Shining gives a quick nod.
“Now I don’t want to, force you, into anything but to be honest I’m h-horny! You’re so cute and sexy, and you smell nice and when I’m around you I get really worked up, and it’s driving me a little nuts!”
>Shining looks at you with a blank stare, he seems to be trying to hide his emotions, which causes you to turn bright red at the realization of what you just said.
“Uh, um that is, look just, just come with me and help me t-take care of my problem, please?”
>For a moment Shining says nothing, doesn’t even move, but then.
>“Alright mistress”
>What?
>Really?
>Standing up he jumps down from the bed and stands at your feet.
“O-okay then, let’s go”
>Leading him back to your room, you glance backward to make sure he’s actually following you and sure enough he is. 
>As you near your darkened bedroom, you suddenly get butterflies in your stomach at the prospect at what might happen next.
>Once inside you shut the door behind you.
>The room is lit only by the dim glow of the twice filtered moonlight filtering through your blinds and the red glow of your bedside clock.
>You sit on the side of your bed and Shining Sits down in front of you.
“S-so, h-how do you want to do this?”
>“Just lean back mistress”
>Woah, you were not expecting this. Shining is, different somehow, but you can’t say that you don’t like this development.
“O-okay”
>Leaning back, you hear shining Armor stand up and move in closer.
>You let out a startled noise as you suddenly feel Shining’s hot breath brushing against your panties.
>Your face has reddened quite spectacularly and you feel your arousal building. 
>Shining’s teeth pull your panties to the side with one delicate motion, and now his breath is directly on your exposed sex.
>The butterflies in your stomach seem to be migrating south as you begin to tingle in anticipation.
>“Are you ready mistress?”
>The sudden exhale causes you to bite your lip, but you manage to squeak out an excited,
“Y-yes!”
>His tongue unceremoniously laps at your folds, which in turn causes you to reel your head back at the sudden stimulation.
>Gasping and writhing under his continue ministrations you can only bask in the pleasure you’re experiencing.
>He’s definitely done this before, there’s no way that this can feel this good unless he’s a toungefucking master.
>It’s so good in fact you aren’t sure that it could be any OH JESUS CHRIST, WOW, it just got better.
>The previous toungefucking you had been receiving was great, but what he’s doing now is excellent.
>He alternates between the long gentle strokes to a rapid flurry of licks assaulting your now soaked pussy.
“Shining, oh fuck, that’s so gooood”
>Shining stops briefly to get out a quick “Thank you mistress” before returning to his dutiful servicing.
>This continues on for what feels like hours but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, until Shining pulls away.
>You’re panting and sweating quite profusely and had been nearing your second orgasm.
“Wh-why’d you stop” you get out between pants.
>“If you are ready we can…go further”
>Oh shit, does he mean it.
>You sit up in order to get a look at your little stud.
>The fur on his muzzle has been noticeably matted and you can see his little soldier at full attention. 
“Y-yeah, let’s do it.”
>Both of you just stare at each other for a minute, each of you trying to catch your breath before you ask.
“Um, how do we do this?”
>Shining blinks “Oh, um if you get down on your hands, I should be able to…mount you.”
>A shudder runs through you and the butterflies have returned from their southern migration and taken up refuge in your stomach.
>Stripping the rest of your clothes from your body, you stand there wondering if you should really go through with this.
>However, your body has already started to comply with Shining’s suggestion and you get down onto your hands and knees on top of your (now noticeably stained) bed. 
>Oh man oh man, I’m about to have sex, for real! Fuck!
>Shining hops up onto the bed and positions himself behind you.
>He heaves himself onto his hindlegs and settles his forelegs onto your shoulders, you’ve been effectively mounted.
>He’s heavier than he looks, but his fur feels nice pressed up against your naked body.
>Looking down between your legs you see his twitching horsecock, lined up almost perfectly with your waiting pussy. 
>A sudden and intense wave of trepidation sweeps over you at the sight.
“W-wait, I haven’t done, this before start slow okay.”
>“Of course mistress, anything you want.”
>You can’t believe this is happening, you can’t believe shining Armor agreed and has taken such charge. Wherever this confident hunk of stallion came from, you hope he’s here to stay.
>The feeling of Shining’s flared tip pressed against your entrance snaps you from your introspection.
>You look down again, you don’t want to miss this.
>The pressure increases and then OH
>He’s in.
>The first inch of Shining Armor’s dick slides into your well lubricated body.
>The heat radiating throughout your insides is intense and you already feel so full.
>Shining true to his word goes slow at first, giving you time to adjust to the girthy fleshrod.
>After a bit he pushes in further slowly spreading you open and sinking more and more of himself inside you.
>Eventually he hits your furthest barrier, and god damn are you full!
>It feels great. Your whole body is filled with pleasure. Then he starts to move.
>You see why people make such a big deal about sex, it’s fucking great!
>Every time Shining thrust into you, you let out a moan.
>The thrusts start out slow and shallow, but eventually become longer and faster.
>Each thrust seems to send an arc of electric pleasure through your body.
>Your tongue is lolling from your mouth as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh fills the room.
>Shining is grunting and breathing heavily, he seems to be enjoying himself as much as you.
>Knowing this enhances your pleasure as well and you push your backside into his thrusts, trying to increase the pleasure even more.
>The pleasure is reaching its peak and you can feel your orgasm building.
“Shining, Shining ohfuck, Shining I’m gonna cum!”
>He picks up the pace and begins to slam into you in earnest.
>“Me too!”
>Fuck you’re going insane the pleasure is too much. You need to be filled!
“Fuck, cum inside me, fill me the fuck up!”
>Shining Thrusts harder and faster, you’re so close to cumming its unbearable.
“Shining I need it, fucking give it to me!”
>He gives one more final powerful thrust before his cock explodes inside you.
>you’ve never orgasmd so hard in your life.
“Shining, yes I’m cumming!”
>His hot seed floods into your womb and quickly fills it to capacity.
>“Oh, Cadence!”
>What
>The pleasure is too much, your knees buckle and you tumble into the soft embrace of your bed.
>Shining follows suit and slumps down heavily atop you, his cock still spurting seed into your deepest area.
>Hold on, back it up.
>You try to form coherent thoughts but you’re still in the intense afterglow of the passionate lovemaking you just went through.
>No, hold the fuck up.
>Shining is panting and so are you, your bodies heave as you both try to recover from your strenuous activity.
>What did Shining just say?
>His member has begun to soften and retreat back into its sheath causing the stored-up seed to start spilling out. 
>You turn your head so that you can see his face.
“Who’s Cadence?”

>Be Femanon
>It’s the morning after.
>You awaken in a haze, not quite sure where you are
>Sitting up slowly to orient yourself, you discover you’ve somehow fallen asleep face down and the wrong way around on top of your bed.
>Why are you sleeping like this?
>And why are you so…sticky? 
>And then it all comes rushing back to you.
>Oh shit, you had sex with Shining Armor last night!
>Your heartbeat quickens and the soreness in your body takes a back seat to your sudden elation.
>Hell yes Femanon, no longer a virgin!
>Feels good man.
>Unfortunately, you currently don’t feel so good.
>Your mouth is dry, you ache all over, and you can feel the dried sweat and other, fluids, from last night’s activity coating your body like a wrapper.
>Plus, you stink of sex
>Yep, time for a shower.
>After struggling to rise the first time, you manage to stumble your way over to the bathroom.
>No natural light can be seen pouring through the bathroom window, which you find rather strange.
>Shouldn’t it be morning by now?
>Shrugging, you opt to shower first and find out the time later.
>The shower feels heavenly, and you let out an involuntary shudder upon coming into contact with the rushing water.
>That hits the spot.
>You begin to scrub away the remnants of sex that cling to your body.
>As you scrub you begin to reminisce on your little encounter with shiny.
>Man, where did that even come from!
>Is all that bullshit about being honest about your wants and needs really true?
>Hmm, maybe, although you’re a little too cynical to accept that as the answer.
>In addition your past experience dealing with shining armor has led you to realize that he is a rather complicated little pony.
>While it would be nice to just not worry about it, you can’t help but worry anyway about what it all means.
>As you stand their soaking away the filth you can’t help but think that you are forgetting something rather important.
>One detail about last night that is perhaps the root cause of your doubt that everything is fine.
>But what is it?
>Oh
>You remember what it is.
>Cadence
>…
>Cadence
>Shining Armor yelled out Cadence while he had been giving it to you.
>That one utterance, yelled out in the throes of orgasm rattles around your brain.
>Who the heck is Cadence?
>Maybe cadence is a pony god? And they yell it out during sex like “Oh god!”
>That seems reasonable right?
>But, isn’t Celestia the pony god, or queen or something? Yes, you think that’s right.
>Maybe this is another god.
>No that’s stupid.
>But, you cling to it because the other alternative is leading you down a dark path.
>Your brain can’t perpetuate this “pony god” theory and begins to trod down your dark path.
>Things start to make a little more sense in your mind.
>Putting things into place when it concerns Shining and his behavior.
“Oh fuck me”
“Am I a homewrecker?”
>You really, really hope there is some other explanation, but you struggle to find one.
>Shining Armor having a mate makes loads of sense, and in hindsight appears obvious.
>It explains all of his hangups.
>His standoffish attitude and his rejection of your advances.
>Hell, it even explains his skill at pleasing a woman, or a mare, whatever.
>But, what it does not explain is why now he would decide to give up on his mate and give you the business.
>If your assumptions are correct and this “Cadence” really is a past lover (maybe even a wife!) then why would Shining decide now to uh, betray her?
>What had changed? 
>Nothing as far as you can tell, I mean he’s always been a slave, and you didn’t really do anything different.
>Maybe this is a trick of some kind?
>Gah
>This is getting you nowhere.
>You shut the shower off and grab a towel to start drying off.
>Instead of this pointless guesswork, you should just ask Shining Armor and get the answer directly from the horse’s mouth.
>heh
>Anyway, you now have a plan, or at least the crude beginnings of one.
>Throwing the wet towel off to the side and dressing quickly you make your way out into the kitchen/living room.
>The smell of cooking is quite potent and you enter to find Shining Armor, cooking breakfast?
>Glancing at the wall the clock reads 6:41 AM
>So, a very early breakfast then.
>His back is turned to you as he is apparently grilling up what looks to be some sort of omelete, so he does not notice your entrance.
“Good morning Shining Armor.”
>Instantly his ears shoot up and he turns to look at you a wide grin appearing on his face.
>“Good morning mistress, I hope you slept well,” he says with a little bow of his head.
“What’s all this Shining Armor?” you ask gesturing to the half prepared breakfast scattered around the small kitchen.
>Shining Armor looks off to the side and blushes. Blushes! 
>“Well, it was gonna be a surprise, I was gonna serve you breakfast in bed, but now that you're up, the surprise is sort of ruined.”
>Your mouth hangs open in disbelief, who is this pony and what did they do with Shining Armor.
>Seeing you shock Shining Armor assumes that he has done something wrong.
>“If it’s not to your liking mistress I can prepare something else, or if I was out of line I will accept any punishment you see fit.”
“No no, it’s great I love it!” you blurt out. “I’m just, a little surprised is all, I mean in a good way!”
>Shining Armor seems relieved and smiles
“It’s just I mean, I appreciate it, really I do, but uh what prompted this little breakfast making?”
>“Well after last night I wanted to do something nice for you and, well I may not be the best cook, I can at least manage breakfast.”
>Judging from how great the kitchen smelled you think Shining Armor may have been underselling himself. You hadn’t realized just how hungry you were until this very moment. 
>Fucking takes a lot out of yah.
>Oh, right, fucking, can’t let yourself be distracted gotta talk about this with Shining.
“Hey Shining, about last night…”
>He stops his breakfast preparations and walks up to you.
>“If you would rather I service you in other ways, I would be glad to help you in any way after breakfast” 
>“Or we could just skip breakfast altogether” Shining Armor nips playfully at your pajama pants, pulling them down just enough to reveal your simple panties.
>Hoo boy
>This is a nice development.
>No Femanon!
>Must, not give in to your lust!
>You have got to confront Shining Armor about Cadence.
>It feels like your close to understanding Shining Armor, and you don’t want your libido to cause this opportunity to slip through your fingers.
>Or maybe, you should, after all maybe you should just let things be.
>I mean things are basically perfect from your perspective. This is the kind of pony you were expecting to receive when you bought Shining.
>Dutiful, loyal, and eager to please.
>Only, that isn’t the pony you received.
>Shining Armor isn’t like that and you KNOW that this behavior is not normal.
>But, does it really matter you’re happy, and Shining seems happy.
>No, that’s just your lust talking.
>It is important to you to make sure that Shining Armor is actually okay with this, you aren’t even really sure why.
“Wait, Shining Armor, no, I mean I would love that, but I want to talk to you about what happened last night.”
>“If my performance wasn’t to your liking mistress I’m sure I can improve my technique if you would give me some pointers.”
“No, your performance was, excellent.”
“I want to talk to you about what you said, or rather yelled.”
>He stares at you blankly making no indication that he understands what it is you mean.
“Shining Armor, who is Cadence?”
>...
>He says nothing, he doesn’t move, he is as still as a statue.
>Eventually though he opens his mouth to speak.
>“I think the eggs are burning.”
>He turns and saunters back over to the stove, using his weak telekinesis to move the frying pan off to the side.
“Come on Shining Armor, I’m serious who is…”
>“Please, please mistress, I will do anything you ask, I will cook your meals, clean your home, I will pleasure you in any way I am physically able, but please, please do not ask me to…”
>You can see that he is slightly shaking and when he speaks again you can hear the quiver in his voice.
>“talk about her.”
>The only sound in the kitchen is the still sizzling omelette.
“Okay Shining Armor.”
>He turns to look you in the eyes, you can see that he appears to be on the verge of tears.
“I don’t know much about you, not really, and I would like to know more, but I will not force you to tell me, about… her.”
>Swallowing you continue on,
“But, in exchange I would ask you to keep up your end of the bargain.”
>His expression falters for just a moment before his smile returns.
>“Of course mistress, I will serve you in any way that I can.”
>When he said that you knew that you had made the right choice. 
>You don’t think you could wait to take him up on that offer.
>In fact, you don’t think that you will.
“So um, would you mind… you know?”
>“Now?” He asks with a slight smirk. Smirk!
>Your head nods quickly.

>“Right away, mistress.” He casts the spatula aside with a brief flash of telekinetic power starts to saunter up to you.
>Your heartbeat quickens
>With a quick motion shining Armor rears up onto his front hooves, placing them both on the countertop behind you, effectively pinning you.
>His head is perfectly level with your crotch, and your anticipation is reaching a fever pitch.
>Those teeth once again return to the hem of your pants and gently pulls downward.
>The only thing separating you and his skilled tongue is a thin layer of cloth, which is quickly removed with a quick flash of telekinesis.
>Without further fanfare or foreplay, his muzzle descends. 
“Oh, fuck!”
>The immediate pleasure courses up your body and you shiver.
>God damn he really knows how to work that tongue.
>As shining begins to work your pussy over you can’t help but think about what this means.
>Finally, you have what you wanted from the get go!
>A cute little stallion who will service you at a simple request.
“hnngh”
>And what service it is.
>Shining gets into it even more, pushing his head in closer, his mouth now entirely flush against your snatch.
>His tongue finds its way inside and starts to explore, delicately twisting around stimulating you in a breathtaking display of oral prowess.
>By now your breath is coming in hot and fast, and you can’t get enough of the pleasure.
>Shining Armor hits a spot inside of you that sends of jolt of pleasure up your spine so intense that you inadvertently hunch over.
“Yes, god damn fuck! Shining fuck me how are you so, so good at this.”
>He pulls his muzzle back slightly as if to respond to your question before you sush him and push his head back down.
“Sorry, that was rhetorical, PLEASE don’t stop!”
>Giving a small almost imperceptible nod of understanding he resumes his work.
>Shining begins alternating between plunging his tongue deep within your folds, and shifting to your clit suckling it greedily.
>You can feel your orgasm approaching.
“Shining, fuck I’m gonna cum!”
>He shifts almost entirely to your clitoris, assaulting it with a deluge of quick rapid movements of his tongue. 
>And that does it.
>It sends you right over the edge and you cum HARD.
“FUCK!”
>You grab the back of his head both out of a frantic instinctual urge to prolong the pleasure and out of a sudden need for a support.
>Shining does not seem to mind and is easily able to support your weight despite his diminutive stature. 
>Eventually you let go off his head, and he back away.
>Using the counter as support you try to calm the shaking in your knees and slow your rapid breathing.
>Shining also seems to be slightly out of breathe as well, but not nearly as bad as you.
>“I hope that was to your liking mistress.” he says, looking up at you with your juices still obviously soaked into his muzzle.
“You bet it was, that was amazing Shining Armor, where did you learn to do stuff like that?”
>“I would prefer not to answer that mistress.” he says, his head dropping a small amount.
>Oh, right
“Well, uh I think I can live with the mystery if it means we can keep doing that.”
>This seems to perk him back up a bit.
>suddenly the smell of burning food reaches your nostrils.
>There is a small fireball currently occupying your countertop.
“Oh shit!”
>Quickly hiking up your pants, you dash to the other side of the kitchen and grab the burning pan of molten eggs and without even thinking toss it into the sink.
>Luckily for you the sink is stopped up and filled with stagnant water and the flame is immediately snuffed out.
>Letting out a sigh you turn to look at Shining Armor, he looks mortified.
“Heh, looks like we better go out for breakfast.”

>When you made your agreement with Shining Armor you had intended to keep it.
>There was no reason not to, you got what you wanted and Shining got some privacy.
>However
>It took one trip to McDonalds and already your mind was questioning your decision.
>Shining Armor is not okay.
>He may act okay but he is not.
>You want to help him but you don’t know how.
>But the internet might.
>Opening up your laptop you type one word into the search bar.
>’Cadence’
>And then you hit enter.
>Unsurprisingly this does not provide you with the answers you were looking for, just stuff about music and other non-shining armor related results.
>Refining your search to ‘Cadence pony’ seems to do the trick.
>A picture of bright pink pony with purple-pink and yellow hair is now on your desktop. 
>The first link is to a wikipedia page which seems like a good enough start.
“Princess Mi Amore Cadenza (Princess Cadence) was born on- blah blah blah, one of the former rulers of Equestria, huh.”
>Glancing over to the right at the biographical data you do a quick scan of the numbers and dates. Perhaps most striking to you is…
“Died December 10th 2023, resting place unknown, spouse…”
>...
>Oh
>Well, you don’t know what exactly you expected, but you still feel shocked.
>You read the whole page top to bottom.
>As you read a cold heavy guilt starts to steadily grow in your gut.
>By the end you feel physically sick.
“Jesus”
>She, was killed, during the firebombing of Philadelphia.
>Her daughter was also killed in the bombing.
>Her daughter.
>Shining Armor’s daughter.
>...
>How the fuck are you supposed to help Shining Armor.
>You want to scream or throw up or something.
>...
>The pain and disgust you feel towards yourself is intense and soul crushing.
>It needs to be alleviated.
>Slamming the laptop shut you stride out of your room intent on, on doing something, just talking, that sounds good.
>Quickly making your way down the hallway you find Shining Armor on the couch where he seems to have fallen asleep after your breakfast together.
>He stirs awake, probably hearing your approach.
>“Hello mistress can I-”
“Shining Armor we need to talk.” you blurt out, unable to wait any longer.
>“Talk about what.”
>You bite your lip, trying to force the words out.
“I need, to talk to you about, I need to talk to you about Cadence.”
>Immediately his mood changes, his ears fold back and a look of intense dread blooms across his features.
>“Mistress, you promised.”
>You wince.
“Look Shining I know everything,”
>He looks shocked, why wouldn’t he.
“I know about how Cadence was your wife, and how she died… I know that you had a daughter and-”
>“Don’t, mistress stop.” he has completely shrunk back, trying to disappear into the couch.
“And I wanted to say that, that I’m sorry.”
>He opens his eyes and looks up at you.
>Dropping down to your knees you continue.
“I didn’t realize, I mean I didn’t know what you had. Gah!”
>Words fail you.
“I’m sorry!”
>Shining Armor stares at you, his mouth opening to reply, but you press on.
“I’m sorry, for everything, for forcing you into things you weren’t comfortable with, but I want to help you in anyway that I can.”
>Tears are stinging the corner of your eyes as the emotional guilt is unloaded and you offer your support to your little stallion.
>Shining Armor is glaring at you.
“So, uh how what can I do to help you?”
>“Wh-what can you do to help me? YOU want to HELP me?!”
>You nod gently.
>“Well you can’t! You and your people have ruined my life, my whole world!”
>Shining Armor is now shouting and is standing on the couch towering over you in your kneeling position.
>“I had a LIFE before this, a loving wife, a beautiful daughter, and then and then… the war took it all away from me, but even that wasn’t enough!”
>Hot angry tears are rushing down his face as he presses on.
>“I was rounded up along with the rest of my kind, beaten and tortured into obedience. They stripped me of my dignity, my very will, and sold it to the highest bidder. Which is you.”
>He jabs his hoof at you and you flinch.
>“A selfish girl who only wants to help me so that she can more easily rape me!”
>Shining Armor’s words cut into you like a knife.
>“You know how you could help me! You could help my by-”
>His outburst stops midway through, he looks down at you and sees your tears, he reaches up and feels his own.
>Sinking down he seems to deflate like all of his stored up pain had finally been exhausted, at least for now, he just lies there his head in his hooves. “just, just leave me alone.”
>Even though you knew he was hurting you had never expected to find this much rage and pain contained in your little pony. 
>Options swirl around in your head, but you shut them out.
>Reaching over to Shining Armor you wrap your arms around him, and pull him into a hug.
>He doesn’t resist, he doesn’t make any movement at all, he just quietly sobs as you hold him tight.

“I’m sorry.”

>That day, you vowed that you would help this pony no matter what, and that you would never hurt him again.

THE END