Give My Love To Rose
 
>You tie the pony leash to the O hook you installed into the floor
>You finally did it
>You went out and bought yourself a cute little mare
>Originally you'd wanted a pegasus, but a little research revealed how troublesome they could be
>And no way did you want to deal with a unicorn
>So you settled for an earth mare instead
>You really didn't care as long as she was beautiful
>And she is
>You drove home from the market in silence to give her time to adjust to this new life
"Look around. This is your new home."
>She looks at your modest living room, with a dazed expression
"What's your name?"
>"Roseluck, master."
"That's a pretty name for a pretty pony."
>You expected a smile or something, but she's just looking down at the floor where the leash is tied
"You're not going to have it bad here. I'm not going to work you hard, nor do I have any intention of hurting you"
>She looks up at that
"Just know I'd be within my rights if I beat you to death"
>She flinches
"So don't do anything to make that seem like a good idea."
>She nods
"But you were expensive, and I'm nether rich enough nor enough of a sadist for that to be a desirable option"
>She's back to looking at the floor
"You do have a purpose here, though. You are to take care of me whenever I need talking care of"
>She cringes as if you were thretening to hit her
"Oh, come on. The more enthusiam you put into it the better your life is going to be, Roseluck"
>"I'm your concubine, master?," she says matter of factly, still without eye contact
"That's what you are. And I have every intention of making that as pleasant as possible for both of us"
>She lifts her head up and her pretty pale green eyes look into yours
>They're full of sadness
>You usually aren't into redheads, but sad or not she's georgeous
>And she's yours
>You own her
"Are you hungry?"
>"Yes, master. They didn't feed us at the market"
"Barbarians. Hayburger OK?"
>"Yes, master."
>You'd prepared ahead, and have pony food ready in the kitchen
>You wander off to get it
>Upon your return she hasn't moved at all
>You place a plate with a hayburger in front of her
>"Thank you, master"
"Eat now. Later you can tell me what kinds of foods you like, and I'll make it a point to keep them in"
>She nods and gets to work on her meal
"Ideally I'd like you to be happy here. If that isn't possible I at least want you to feel well taken care of"
>Her mouth is full, but she nods and makes eye contact again
>Sad eyes are kinda sexy, at least on ponies
>It's actually taking quite a bit of effort to just let her eat, because you'd really like to just get down to the business you bought her for
>But it's better if she understands the situation
>She may be your sex pet, but you want to be the kind of owner who treats his sex pet well
>And unceremoniously raping her when the poor thing hasn't eaten all day
>That doesn't sound like something a good owner would do
>And the idea that one day she mght see you as a good owner appeals to you
>What she actually thinks has no bearing on the situation, of course
>But you like being seen as a good guy
>Even if you're a good guy who just purchased another sentient being to be his living sex toy
>You're hardly the only one, though
>Today at the market mares outsold stallions by two to one, and nearly all of the buyers were men
>And selling prices were related to how pretty they were, for sure
>You see she's finished her meal
"You want to see your room, Rose?"
>"Yes, master"
>You untie the leash from the hook and lead her down the hall
>Opening the door you reinforced to show her the modest bedroom
>The bars you installed on the window look good
>And the bed you have for her is probably more copmfortable than anything she's slept on recently
>While the wall mounted TV may be a little overindulgent you want her to be comfortable
>You think she's impressed
>Or she ought to be
>This is a pretty luxe set up for a slave
>In spite of the bucket on the floor so she doesn't have to leave the room at night
>You weren't going to pay to put in another bathroom
>Not for a pony
"I think it's time you showed me your appreciation," you say, unzipping your pants
>You've been half hard since the market, and you're wet with precum at the tip
>You run your hand over her mane, guiding her head toward you
>She doesn't resist, nor does she flinch
>You feel her hot breath on you before contact
"Look me in the eye."
>Sad eyes look up at you as she takes you in her mouth
>Which feels even better than it looks
"God, you are a georgeous little thing, aren't you?"
>Sad eyes getting watery
"A georgeous little thing that doesn't have a gag reflex," you say, thrusting the head of your cock down her throat
>This causes those eyes to shut, resulting in little tears running down her face
"Look at me!," you command, continuing to fuck her face
>She complies
"And show a little more enthusiam with that tongue"
>Again, she complies
>The feeling of her tongue working the base of your shaft while you're fucking her throat is incredible
>As your pleasure increases you feel yourself tightening up
>You aren't going to last long like this at all
>And it doesn't matter
"That's a good girl," you say looking down at those moist eyes
>A few more thrusts down that little throat and you'll be there
"And you know what good girls get?," you say as the spasms of pleasure wash over you and you onload right down the little pony's throat
>She dutifully swallows every drop, and stays on your cock until you pull out of her
>You have the feeling this is going to prove to be worth every penny it cost you
>That's going to take a while, though
>You reach down to her, brushing the tears away from her face
"We're going to have a lot of fun together, Rose."
>You put your cock back in your pants and walk to the door
"I'll be back," you say as you exit into the hall, shut the door and lock it from the outside
 
>Be Anon
>You just came in her mouth 10 mintes ago
>But knowing she's here with you - finally! - you're already hard again
>And there's absolutely nothing to stop you from paying her a visit in her room
>There never will be
>You walk to the kitchen and grab a couple sugar cubes, putting them in your pocket
>Sweets for a sweet little pony
>And walking to her door you notice the spring in your step
>This might have been a lot of money, but damn is it exactly what you needed!
>You listen at the door
>Silence
>You thought maybe you'd hear the TV you got for her
>She probably doesn't know how to work it
>You unlock the door and slowly open it, so as not to startle her
>She's exactly where you left her, sitting on the floor
"Hi Rose! I'm back."
>"Yes, master"
"You know, I was going to twell you to stop calling me master, but I really like the way you say it."
>"Yes, master."
"Yeah, like that. It's really hot. Haven't checked out the TV yet?"
>"No, master"
"Do you know how to work it?"
>"No, master"
"Let me show you," you say, grabing the remote.
>You show her the basics, and she seems to understand
"Also if you don't feel like wayching anything there are a bunch of music channels. I know ponies love music."
>"We do, master. Thank you."
"I've got something else for you," you say, reaching into your pocket to produce the sugar cubes. "When was the last time you had these?"
>"It's been a while, master."
"Well, here you go," you say, extending your palm out to her.
>She moves toward you and in seconds you feel her soft lips nibble against your hand
>It feels good, and your dick is now straining against your pants
>She sound she makes as she chews, somewhere between a soft moan and a whimper is not making this any less hot
"You are a good little pony, Rose."
>"Thank you, master"
"And you know I'm going to fuck the hell out of you right now, right?"
>She turns to present to you, lifting her tail
"That's a good little pony, all right"
 
>For years you've been fantasixing and saving up for this moment
>And you have to admit you're proud of yourself for finally making it happen
>You are balls deep in your own pretty little mare
>It was a little dry going in at first, but some spit took care of that
>And then her body provided the rest after a few strokes
>Standing there with a handful of tail looking down at yourself slamming against her pony butt you feel like a king
>You're gonna have to put a mirror on that wall though, so you can see her face as well
>Probably do that tomorrow
>While you were hoping for little moans of pleasure, the soft sobs you're getting from her are a decent substitute
>At least for now
>She's good and tight, too
>You don't know or care whether or not she was a virgin, but it's obvious she's never given birth
>And you did pay extra for that
>Worth it
"Push back onto me"
>She complies, letting out a little squeak as you mash against her cervix
"Nice. Do that a few more times and you're gonna get me."
>Again, she complies
>The little squeaks are really hot
>You release her tail and put your hands on her rump, pulling her onto you with all your strength
>And you let go in her
>This is how it's going to be anytime you want from now on
>She's so soft and warm
>"You're pleased, master?," she asks in a voice as soft as her fur
"Oh, Rose," you say, easing out of her. "I couldn't be more pleased."
>You run a hand gently along her mane
"You're a really good little pony, Rose"
>She turns to look at you
>Her eyes are a little red and puffy from crying, but she manages a smile
"I made a pretty big mess in you. It's starting to drip out a bit. You wanna get cleaned up?"
>"That would be nice, master"
>You lead her to the bathroom and run the shower for her
"I'm going out tomorrow, so you'll spend the day in your room."
>She nods as she steps under the stream of water
>God, she's even cuter with a wet mane!
>Gonna have to fuck her in the shower soon
"I can pick up a few things for you if you like"
>"That's very kind of you, master"
"Well I have hay, oats, apples and carrots already in. Anything else you'd like?"
>"Anything, masteer?"
"Within reason, sure."
>"Maybe some tender little lettuces?"
"What, spring mix?"
>"Spring mix," she says whistfully
"Sure, I'll get that tomorrow"
>Along with that mirror
"OK, time to get dried off and back to your room."
 
>The first week of owning your own mare went by in a blur
>You'd get up in the morning, let use the bathroom, fuck her
>Then lock her back in her room with some oats and fresh water while you went to work
>You'd come home, let her out again, and spend the evening having dinner toigeter, making small talk, watching TV and having more sex
>Then lock her back in her room at night while you fucked around online
>By the end of the week she barely sobbed at all when you fucked her, which was nice
>And having all the benefits of a relationship without it actually being a relationship was as great as you'd hoped
>The guys on the SlaveLovers forums were right about that
>You totally understand why so many women look down on guys like you
>For those who can afford it and aren't interested in starting a family a mare slave is better than a wife or gf in every way
>Your desires are met without any capitulation on your part, beyond care and feeding of your slave
>Then again, reading the forums it seems like you lucked out
>Rose's level of compliance isn't all that unusual
>But it seems a lot of ponies require a firmer hand than she does
>You're happy you got one that doesn't
>You were prepared to exert a certian level of physical and psychological domination and indimidation over your slave if it had been necessary
>But it's nicer not to have to go there
>Especially when $10 worth of spring mix is enough to buy her a moment of something that resembles joy
>And as long as she knows exactly what her purpose is and lives up to it - making this so easy
>You intend to lavish little luxuries on her to show your appreciation
>Not that you HAVE to
>But it sure beats having to, well... beat her, or some shit like that
>You'd rather not have to go there
>Not with such a pretty little thing like her
>Some guys get off on that
>You've read their posts on SlaveLovers
>And you GET it, but it makes you feel sorry for their mares
>You're of the opinion that guys like that would be better off finding a sub woman and just treating her like a slave
>Instead of putting a poor mare without any choice in the matter through that
>But you're not one to tell others how to live their lives
>Especially when there are plenty of people out there - mostly women, of course - who think your situation is despicable
>You get that, too
>You're in no rush to tell your parents about your purchase
>Especially in light of what happened today
>You got laid off, as did most of your department
>Seems like the company finally figured out that paying 20 people very decent salaries to do little more than stare at computer screens all day...
>Wasn't really that smart of a business move
>So you have two or three months to find a job before your savings run out
>Really a pain in the ass for this to happen right after a major purchase like Rose
>If you hadn't bought her you'd have had enough to take a few months off then still fund several more months of a job search
>Still, she's worth it, even if this does put you in a stressful position
>Arriving home from your last abbreviated workday you head straight to her room
>Opening the door you find her lying on the bed listening to classical music on one of the TV's music channels
>She looks at you brightly and says, "Master, Vivaldi is amazing!"
>There's a bright spot for your day
"Yes he is. The concerto for two mandolins is my favorite," you say sitting on the bed next to her
>"Master, I was thinking..."
"Should you really be doing that?"
>"Please?"
"Ok Rose. I hope I don't regret this. What's on your mind?"
>"You bought me because you think I'm pretty"
"No, Rose. I bought you because I know you're gorgeous"
>"Yes, master. And you want me to stay like this?"
"Of course I do"
>"Master, I'm afraid I won't when I spend all day lying in bed."
"Good point. I ought to be taking you out so you can run around"
>"You'd DO that, master?!"
>She's even cuter when she's all excited
"It looks like I'll have plenty of time to do that. Come here," you say, patting your lap
>She manouvers herself onto you, and you wrap your arms around her, nuzzling into her neck
>She's clearly surprised by this, but her forelegs soon wrap around your neck
>This is stress relief
>Her warm, soft body, her sweet smell and the sound of her heartbeat and breathing soothes your stress immediately
>You know everything is going to be all right
>"Master, is everything OK?"
"It will be," you say.
>"Should I, you know... use my mouth on you? That relaxes you, doesn't it, master?"
"It does, and you should. But not right now. Let's stay like this for a little bit."
>You feel her relax onto you
>It's not such a bad day anymore
 
>You should be looking for a job
>And you've made a few half-assed attempts online
>But it's hard to focus on a job search when you're around the house all day with Rose
>Playing with your slave concubine is a lot more fun
>And when you do go online it's always back to the SlaveLovers forums
>Which have actually been really helpful
>You found a park near you where other masters take their slaves for a little outdoor time
>And discovered the shock collar is the preferred security measure for such outings
>Along with where to get one that looks stylish enough that it's purpose isn't obvious
>Hard to spend effort on a job search when you're holding such a pretty little shock collar like that
>And there's a mare in the house who will be very excited for an outing
>Even though you're home most of the time now you still keep her locked in her room for the most part
>It's really for her benefit
>Like keeping anxious dogs in their crates
>You want her to feel safe and secure
"Rose, " you say, unlocking her door and swinging it open. "I have something for you."
>She looks up and spies the collar
>"That's pretty, Master! Thank you."
"Get over here and let me put it on."
>You snap the collar around her neck and it automatically locks into place
>The controller in your pocket is the only way to unlock it
>Rose has turned to the mirror you recently put on the wall so you could look her in the eyes while banging her from behind
"It looks good on you"
>"Does this mean?," she begins
"Yeah, Rose. We're going out today. You get to run."
>"Oh, master. I haven't so much as cantered in weeks!"
"Just remember that thing is for your safety. I don't want to have to activate it, but if I have to to keep you safe I will"
>"I understand, master," she says. 
"And neither of us want that."
>She nods, trying to feign a serious look, but still smiling
 
>In the car you show Rose how to play with the radio while you put the address of the park into your phone
>It's going to be a ten minute drive
>With the seatbelt light on, because there's no practical way to get the passenger side belt around her
>As you drive she scans through the FM channels, finally stopping on the local college station
>They're playing some 50's Miles Davis Quintet stuff
>Her ears shoot straight up as she listens intently to Miles' trumpet
>From the edge of your vision you see her scrunch her nose
>The scrunch relaxes and she closes her eyes
>"This is beautiful, right master?"
"A lot of people love it, or did back in the day"
>"Even though it's full of mistakes?"
>You laugh
>Now she's looking at you, confused
"Yeah, Rose. A common criticism of Miles was that he flubbed every other note"
>"That's what it sounds like, but it's still beautiful"
>It's been dawning on you little by little, but it really hits you now
>She's not just your beautiful little pet
>She's also really perceptive and smart
>And good comapny, too
>You've read about guys totally falling for their mares
>And figured you were at zero risk for that, since you've always been good at compartmentalizing your emotions
>But having a mare of your own is one thing
>Little flashes of her personality shining through in unguarded moments is something else entirely
>Something you hadn't anticipated
>You don't want to be one of those guys who falls for his mare
>But it's almost scary to understand how that happens
 
>When you arrive at the park the lot is empty
>It is a weekday early afternoon
>You park the car right near the path leading in and turn to Rose
"This is a nice little outing. And it could be a regular thing. Don't mess it up for both of us. You're free to run once we're in the field"
>She's looking at you excitedly
>It's really cute
>You like her really cute like this
>The little gleam in her eyes
>It makes you feel like you're a good master
"But if you go beyond my line of sight things aren't going to be good for either of us."
>"I understand, master," she says in a thoroughly affirmative way
>You unlock the doors, and step out of the car
>She's having a little trouble with a door not meant for hooves
>You walk around to the passenger side and open it for her
>She's by your side in a second
>You walk down the path through a little ring of woods toward the field, and she trots alongside you, almost bouncing
"You can run. Full gallop, as long as I can see you. The field is yours otherwise"
>"Yes, master"
>You come to the edge of the field and she's off like a shot - running away from you as fast as she can
>It's about 150 yards long
>After about 50 she stops and looks back at you
>You have a finger on the button in your jacket pocket
>The collar is supposed to be somewhere between an electric fence and a taser in strength, depending on how long you hold the button down
>Could be anywhere between a jolt and bringing her down
>Neither option is a good one, so you're really hoping she behaves
>You smile and wave to her, and she's off again
>She's fast
>And fucking beautiful at a gallop
>You were never that into native horses
>Of course you grew up with the internet, so you knew fucking a mare COULD be kinda sexy
>But not so much as to capture your imagination
>They were just beautiful creatures you pretty much had no real interest in
>The ponies from Equestria are another matter entirely
>First time you saw one of those mares you got a hard on
>Like you were watching porn
>Something about them
>They can't help it, either
>Because they're sexy regardless of how they act
>That's a common theme on SlaveLovers, how they just can't not be sexy
>She's sad?
>Sexy
>Excited?
>Sexy
>Scared?
>Still sexy
>Joyful?
>Totally sexy
>Confused?
>Sexy
>Disgusted or horrified?
>Still sexy
>Even suffering
>Sexy, though a little less so in your view
>They're like cocaine, which is probably why pony slavery was so quickly embraced
>And why so many women are outspoken against it
>That and the economic reality
>It's still cheaper to have slaves than to try to automate certain industries
>At least given the current state of robotics
>Stallions are smart and can easily outwork an average man when it comes to physical labor
>There are plenty of people who say robots will put the slave trade out of business within a decade, which could be possible for laborers
>But they never mention the concubine trade, which is a whole different thing
>And seems to be about a quarter of the business
>Four legs and a tail might have been the best a shepheard or stable hand could do a couple thousand years ago
>But that poor bastard didn't have options like THIS
>Four legs and a tail is the new supermodel for a lot of us
>Except there's no gatekeeper like John Casablancas to keep regular guys from getting their grubby little hands on them
>Just the cost of one, which is thankfully still almost exactly between a car and a house
>Within reach for many, including you
>And you're actually having a better time here in the park than you expected
>You did this for her, but...
>Watching her run is something you could spend hours doing
>The way she moves is beautiful
>She's strong and graceful
>And she just leapt into the air for no reason
>Landed perfectly, her mane and tail flowing with her
>You like seeing her like this
>Joyful, almost
>And you now have half a chub
>Which is about to get awkward given the sound of foot and hoof steps approaching behind you
>You turn to see another man approaching you with a white and purple mare at his side
>He looks to be about 15 years older than you - an aging dudebro
>"Hey man!," he says
"Hey"
>"That your girl over there?"
"Yeah."
>"Good for you. Ownership Has Its Privileges"
>Oh fuck, he's a memester
>That's some shit from the SlaveLovers board
>You can't believe you're hearing someone else say that in real life
>"Is she a troublemaker?," he asks
"Nope. Totally compliant, so far at least"
>"New to Ownership?"
>You really don't want to admit it, but he's got you
"Yeah"
>"Congratulations, bro. It's a way of life," he says, extending a hand you're obligated to shake. "I'm Jay..."
"Anon," you reply. "Nice to meet you," you lie
>"Foxxy, men are talking here. Run along and meet a new pony frind."
>His mare canters off in the direction of Rose, which is someting of a moving target, given how she's still galloping around
>You notice she's wearing a collar very similar to the one you just bought for Rose
>"I've been bringing Foxxy here for years. I'm an early adpoter"
"Good for you"
>"Oh yeah," he replies. "So how long have you had yours?"
"A week and a half"
>He busts out laughing, then says, "Good for you, too!"
>Good for You is as much a SlaveLovers meme as Ownership Has Its Privileges, so now you're as much a memester as Jay
>Fuck
>"So, first few weeks?"
"Yeah"
>"So your dick is sore, right?"
"Only a little"
>"Probably not half as sore as she is. Using lube?"
"Haven't had to"
>"Probably should anyways. Don't want to hurt her. Lube is always agood idea, except when she's in heat. Then all bets are off."
>You laugh
"I'll keep that in mind, but would rather not be having this conversation, Jay"
>"I gotcha, bro. Just trying to look out for a newbie. Besides, we have something in common. We both got pretty ones, didn't we?"
>His mare is older than Rose, but it's easy to see how she could have been as pretty not too long ago
"You got that right"
 
>Be Roseluck
>The sun is shining on you
>There's grass under your hooves
>And you're running and jumping as you please
>This almost feels like freedom
>If it weren't for the shock collar around your neck and the watchful eyes of your master on you
>Even so it's better than being locked in your room all the time
>Not that your room is that bad, either
>Your bed is comfortable and you have a TV with a hundred channels of music
>And you're well fed
>You even asked for tender lettuces and within a day spring mix appeared
>Not that that does anything to quiet the noise from the storm ofcompeting emotions in your head
>Anger, no actual rage, for which there is no outlet, so it has to stay bottled up
>You're pretty sure you're already scarred for life on that front
>Then there's the paralising sadness you have to fight from getting the best of you
>And despair, something else to fight against constantly
>Horror and revulsion, too
>Plenty of each, and really no way to fight those, you just can't let them show
>Then there's guilt, because as awful as your situation is you KNOW it's A LOT better than so many other ponies have it
>You don't even know how to wrap your mind around that
>Which leaves you feeling an almost perverse gratitude
>You're disgusted at yourself for feeling that, but there it is
>You're outside running in the grass while so many others are...
>Stop
>Enjoy this moment
>If gratitude is what you feel then feel it
>It's probably less self-destructive than most of the other feelings fighting for your attention
>Give yourself over to gratitude, and don't deny yourself a moment of joy
>It feels so good to run!
>And you are grateful for the opportunity
>If that extends to HIM for making this happen so be it
>Looking back in his direction you see he's been joined by another man and mare
>She starts off in your direction
>You don't want to break out of a gallop just yet, so she can catch up to you
>But you are excited to talk to somepony else
>In an almost private setting, no less!
>When she finally gallops alongside you it's obvious she's a little older and the pace is a bit much for her
>You break into a canter so you two can talk
>"Never sen you here before, hon," she says
"First time," you reply
>"Welcome, then. I'm Foxglove"
"Roseluck"
>She glances back toward the men, then asks, "How long have you two been together?"
>You're shocked
>She makes it sound like you're dating or something
>Then you quickly realize she's being euphamistic
>It's a lot easier to say and hear "been together" than a more accurate description
"Just over a week"
>"You poor thing! You must be so sore!"
"I'm pretty sore"
>"I'd like to say it gets better, but it's like men are ALWAYS in heat"
>You laugh
>The idea that a male could be in heat is so completely absurd
>But that's exactly how they act
>"I've been with Jay for five years"
>You notice she calls her master by his first name, but there's an even bigger revelation in her statement
"So you were one of the first?"
>"Yeah," she says a little sadly. "I'm a regular trailblazer. So you haven't even been in heat with him yet, have you?"
"I've been dreading it, and I'm probably due next week"
>"Spring and Summer are cruel to a mare. And instinct is a lot more cruel that way here."
"Don't tell me I'm gonna... like it"
>"Every mare is different," she says, blushing. "I'm not going to lie. I do. Then for the next two weeks I hate myself for it. And then..."
"It starts up all over again. Shit."
>"It does bring you closer"
>You cringe
"That sounds horrible"
>"What's the alternative? Chew on your anger until it destroys you? Kill yourself?"
>You've got no reply to that
>After a short silence she says, "If there's no way back to Equestria for me I'd rather be here with Jay than without him. Some of our time together has actually been nice. And what would happen to me without him?"
>Her eyes are shiny, but there's no trace of tears
>You're sure she's had a lot of practice controlling that
>The worst thing is that she's making perfect sense
"I'm so sorry, Foxglove"
>You, on the other hand feel a couple tears run down your face
>"So am I," she says looking deep into your eyes. "I wish I had something better to tell you"
She conmtinues, "Is at least kind?"
"If you call having his way with me whenever he wants kind"
>"They all do that. I mean does he hurt you? Or threaten you?"
"He threatened me just once, when he first brought me home. He's never hurt me, yet"
>"But he sees to it you're fed and comfortable?"
"Pretty well, actually," you admit
>"Then maybe he's like Jay. I will never forgive him for what he's done to me - for what he's taken from me"
>She trails off, then continues
>"But I appreciate him. You don't HAVE to forgive them to appreciate them"
 
>Be Anon
>Standing in a park watching your pony run with another mare
>Talking with the owner of that other mare
>Some old dude named Jay
>Who is way into ponies
>"So what do you do for a living?," he asks
"Between jobs right now. I was in QA, but got laid off. I've got pretty strong computer skills, so I'm pretty sure I'll find something soon"
>"I hear you. I droned my way through an IT job for years before I retired from that"
>Retired?!
>Dude can't be a day over 40
"You're retired?"
>He smiles and says, "Yeah. Bitcoin. Now all my work is pony related"
>Fucking Bitcoin
>You kept meaning to buy some, but by the time you got serious it was a couple hundred dollars and didn't seem worth the risk
>It was a risk you should have taken
"What kind of pony related stuff are you working on?"
>"Ive got a bunch of projects. Some more for fun, some with actual business models behind them"
"Like what?"
>"I do online special interest groups, meet ups, swingers' parties... but the only moneymakers are brokered sales. And rentals"
"How many ponies do you own?"
>He laughs
>"Just Foxxy over there. I may pick up another, younger mare in a couple years to let her retire as well. I was thinking about maybe getting a filly, but I'm pretty sure she'd take that really badly"
"By retire her you mean?"
>"Just that. Let her do whatever she wants while another mare takes the pressure off her. Of course I'd still take care of her when she's in heat"
>He smiles
>"Foxxy's my first. I'll always love her. And while I know she'll never understand - really understand that - I've seen to it she's set up and taken care of for the rest of her life"
"I like your style"
>"Bro"
"So how do you make money on sales and rentals if you just have one mare?"
>"I don't make money on her. I could. Plenty of guys who can't afford a pony of their own will pay a premium to discreetly fuck a mare in heat."
"But you don't pimp her out?"
>"No. I help other guys pimp their mares out. I like to think I have an eye for talent. Like your mare there. She could totally be a moneymaker"
>You hadn't thought about that
>Maybe you don't need to find a job
>Maybe you can live off your investment for a while
"That's profitable?"
>"It is when she's in heat. Even some poor bastard with a four inch pecker can feel like a sex god with a mare in heat. And he'll pay for the privilege. You won't get rich off of it, but it will pay the bills"
"I'll keep that in mind"
>He pulls out the latest iPhone from his pocket
>"Let me get your contact info"
>You reach for your less fashionable smartphone and complete the exchange
>"Anonymous. Got it. But I'll tell you brokered sales are where the real money is"
"How so?"
>"Think about it. Where'd you buy... um, what's her name?"
"Rose. And I went to the auction at the market"
>"Wew, lad"
>This guy clearly spends too much time online
>"So you paid retail to avoid the hassle of a private sale"
"Pretty much"
>"If I'd set up a private sale for you it would have cost 60 to 70% of what you paid, and that would have included my 15% commission"
"How can you do that?"
>"I have an eye for talent. Plenty of people don't know what they've got. They buy some sweet young mare to look after their kids when a kindly older mare would do just as well"
>You nod, floowing along
>"So I approach them with a deal - a kindly old mare and a few grand for their sweet young thing. Most folks won't take it, but some will"
"So then you just have to find a buyer for the sweet young thing, which I'm guessing is the easy part"
>"I've got them lined up," he says a little smugly. "And even after my cut they're still paying below market rate. Everybody wins!"
"That's fucking brilliant"
>He smiles at you
>"Ponies can be a living if you play your cards right. Here."
>He furiously types on his iPhone, then your phone beeps
>"I just sent you an invite to a private forum. It's masters only. Plenty of guys there are floating really creative business models."
"Thanks, man"
>"Think nothing of it, bro. The Privileges of Ownership can be a lot more than most people think. Welcome to the club!"
>You watch the mares in the distance under the sun, trotting next to each other and chatting
"I think they're hitting it off"
>"Most of them are sweethearts," he responds. 
>You suppose that's true
>"Well it's been real, bro, but we have to get going."
>He extends a fist and you bump it with your own
>Then he brings his fingers up to his mouth and lets a loud whistle loose
>Immediately his mare breaks away from yours and starts running toward him, as he's already walking away from you
>Just like a dog
>Fuck, that's hot
>You gotta learn to whistle like that
 
>Be Anon
>Driving back from the park with Rose
>Your head is still spinning a bit from talking to Jay
>The idea that pony could be your income instead of just getting another job?
>You spent a lot of money on Rose, and Jay said she could be a moneymaker
>You'd never considered that before
>You obviously don't have a business mind
>But it seems like Jay does
>Dude is retired, after all
>Gonna have to reach out it him
"Did you have a good time?"
>"It was so nice to get out, master!"
"Well that's gonna be a thing from now own. Should have been from the start. Totally my fault you had to ask for it"
>"It's OK that I ask for things once in a while, master?"
"I want you to feel taken care of, Rose. If I overlook something you can point it out to me"
>"Thank you, master"
"And you got to make a new friend. You and Foxxy hit it off?"
>"It was nice to meet her. I would like to see her again"
"You will. I'm gonna keep in touch with Jay"
>"She said he's kind"
"He loves her. That's between us, Rose. He said she'd never really understand it, but he loves her"
>No response
>Maybe you shouldn't have said that
>Fuck it
"Also it was really hot the way she came running when he whistled for her"
>She's looking away from you, out the window
>But there's absolutely no doubt she just rolled her eyes
"Rose!"
>"I'm sorry, master. I didn't mean to..."
"You sure did. Don't lie to me"
>"You know I'll come running just like that if you whistle for me, master"
"That's not the point, and you know it"
>She gives you a pleading look
>"May I give you a blowjob, master?"
"Now you're just trying to change the subject"
>"Please, master"
>You haven't had a blowjob while driving since you dated that crazy bitch back in college
>And your dick really likes the idea
>You unzip your pants
"You've got to be more considerate, Rose"
>"I will be, master. I'm sorry. May I be appreciative now?"
"Go for it"
>If she's gonna be a handful she's gonna get a mouthful
>And her begging to blow you because she knows she fucked up?
>That you can get used to
>Ownership has its Privileges
 
>Be Roseluck
>Locked in your room at the end of the night
>Your master left you a couple carrots and an apple
>And you have the TV playing music
>You've decided you don't like Ravel
>Today was full of ups and downs
>You got to run almost free
>Outside in the sun with grass under your hooves
>Which was wonderful in spite of having to wear a shock collar
>And you got to meet another nice mare
>Who unfortunately gave you a glimpse of what the future probably holds for you
>And it isn't all that pretty
>Though she was
>Then your master told you her master LOVES her
>Which is totally absurd
>Because if he really did she wouldn't be in such an awful position
>Trying to reconcile her anger and resentment toward him with her appreciation for how well he treats her as a fucking slave
>When he's not raping her and whistling for her like a fucking dog
>Which your own master seemed to admire
>Because his ideal is to treat you like a pampered dog when he's not raping you
>Until you're so codependent that you can't tell that from actual love
>Because to him that's what love is
>Humans are so fucked up
>And you just couldn't hide it anymore today after to talking with Foxglove
>When he was talking about them
>And you rolled your eyes when he said her response to Jay's whistle was "hot"
>It's hot that his slave comes running when he calls?!
>In the moment you didn't care whether or not it was stupid - you couldn't hide your disgust
>But it was really fucking stupid
>Because he's not, and he noticed
>And knowing how much he likes having his dick sucked barely got you out of that
>There you were fantasizing about killing him while begging to suck his dick
>And swallow his cum
>He pretty much saw right through you, but gave you a pass anyways
>You're gonna have to do better to survive this
>And how the hell are you supposed to do that when you feel the change in your body?
>You're going to be in heat tomorrow
>There's really no way to hide that
>Which pretty much means that while your mind will remain steadfast in horror over your situation
>Your body is about to betray you
 
>Be Anon
>It's morning, and this not going to work thing really agrees with you
>Lazing in the kitchen over a second cup of coffee
>You went over your finances last night, and realized you can go another two months like this
>Possibly six months if Rose pulled her weight a little
>Which would be the end of September, when the window for her being able to do so ends for the year
>They don't go into heat in fall and winter
>The question is how do you feel about that - making her pitch in?
>You'd like to think you're cool with it
>Because there doesn't seem to be cause for jealousy
>She can't leave you - you own her
>It's not like a wife or gf, where the risk of them fucking another guy is either having to raise his kid
>Or lose her affection to another
>Or both
>Neither of those are in play here
>It seems like you have nothing to lose
>As long as the sight of some other guy fucking her doesn't weird you out
>Would it?
>You're not sure, but you don't think so
>No weirder than letting someone drive your car
>Except that Rose isn't exactly a car
>How would she handle it?
>She'd be in heat, so she'd probably enjoy it on a physical level
>But you suspect emotionally she'd not be into it at all - she still cries a little sometimes when you fuck her
>The question is could she handle having clients?
>Or would it create the kind of problems you'd rather not have to deal with?
>She already gave you a little trouble yesterday
>Though she immediately tried to make things right
>And you sent the wrong message by letting an unsolicited blowjob make up for insubordination
>Regardless now you're left wondering what set her off
>Was it you saying you thought Foxxie was hot?
>Is she a jealous one?
>Could make sense
>Her position is hardly assured
>For all she knows you could get tired of her and sell her at any time
>So other mares might seem like threats
>Not that Foxxie is any kind of threat
>Though Jay did mention swingers' parties
>So there's the chance he'd let you take a turn with her in return for a spin with Rose
>You didn't buy her to trade with other masters, though
>And you didn't buy her to pimp out
>That just became an interesting idea when you got laid off
>But that's not even where Jay said the real money is
>Brokering sales
>Maybe you should test the waters on that front next time you talk to Jay
>Because that sounds more interesting than an office job
>Enough brooding - time to fuck your little horse
>As you unlock and open her door you notice the smell right away
>It smells like her, but muskier
"Rose?"
>She looks up at you and blushes
>This is new
>She's in heat!
>What else is new is the look in her eyes
>Sadness isn't what you see
>Her pupils are bigger than usual
>Judging nonverbal cues isn't exactly your strong suit
>But you'd swear she's looking at you with a mixture of hate and lust
>Like your college ex did when you two hooked up for hate sex a couple times after your breakup
>That was the best sex of your life to date
>Though you have a feeling that's about to change
>"Master, this is not just confusing for me, it's also..."
"What, Rose?"
>She looks away from you, blushing harder and says, "infuriating, master"
>You weren't expecting that
"What's troubling you?"
>"I submit to you because you're my master. It doesn't feel like submission today."
"That's great, Rose. Having you do whatever I say is wonderful, but..."
>She gives you what seems like a passionate look
"Having you actually being into it - having it be something you want - is something I've been looking forward to"
>"It's so confusing, master"
"What's confusing about a little pleasure in your life?"
>"It isn't totally fucked up to enjoy my own oppression? To be yearning for it right now?"
"You've got no choice about your so-called oppression. You HAVE a choice about whether or not you enoy this"
>"I really don't though"
"I'll give you the choice right now. Ask me to leave you alone for the rest of the day, and I'll do just that"
>"No," she says with a desperate edge. "Part of me wants that, but I can't ask for it"
"Then you've made your decision, Rose. I think it's a good one. You deserve a little pleasure"
>You feel a little shitty for playing mind games with your little pony while she's in heat
>But it is kind of fun
"Here, Rose. Let me do something just for you. Not for me, but for you"
>You kneel behind a very confused pony and plant a little kiss on her clit
>And you're rewarded with a wink, and a moan from Rose
>You also notice she's raised a rear hoof
"Do you want to kick me?"
>"I so want to kick you! Celestia, I would love to kick you! But don't stop what you're doing, master!"
"Don't kick me then"
>This is your first time going down on a mare
>That clit is really a moving target
>You bring two fingers into her, and they're immediately soaked
>Responsive Rose is entirely different from passive Rose
>You appreciate both, but this is better
>She backs up onto your face, legs shaking and lets out a grunt, followed by a high pitched nicker
>You've seen enough pony porn to know you just got her off
>And you are diamonds
>Also your face is totally smeared with pony cum
>You dig the smell
>You stand up behind her, and she looks back at you
>Her pupils are nearly as wide as the green part of her eyes
>You can't resist pulling a horsey move with her like this, so you lean over and bite her ear
>Her whole body shivers
>You guide your cock into her, and you feel it squeezed as she winks on you
>That doesn't happen when she isn't in heat
>You totally get why guys will pay a lot to fuck a mare like this
>It's like her vag is blowing you while you fuck her
>You understand why stallions have a reputation for finishing quickly
>Even your (sadly) circumsized cock isn't going to last more than ten minutes of this
>And it doesn't
>By the time you're unloading with the head of your cock mashed against her cervix she's cum three more times
>Treated you to a variety of sexy pony noises she's made along the way
>Rippled that little hole of hers around your dick like nothing you've ever felt before
>And totally soaked not just your crotch, but the upper part of your legs as well
>As you ease out of her she turns to face you
>She's extra beautiful right now, if that's even possible
>Mane a little mussed up, glow on her cheeks, pupils still large
>And a little bit of a crazy girl smile on her face
>"You have no idea how conflicted I am right now."
"Let me take a guess. Part of you wants to kiss me, and part of you wants to kill me?"
>"I want to do both," she says, breaking eye contact with you
>"Actually, I want to kiss you, fuck you again, then kill you. Then you come back to life and I get to fuck and kill you again"
>That's showing some spirit!
"Well then, choose wisely!"
>She leans in and kisses you
>First lips, then your tongues brush against each other
>Then you feel her bite your lower lip, almost a little too hard
>She just stays like that for a few seconds and whimpers, then releases you
>This Rose is a badass
>Like your Nissan just turned into a Maserati
>You actually know the difference, because a rich friend let you drive his Maserati once
>And fucking Rose in heat is like that
>But even better
>You're not sure you want to share this with anybody
 
>Be Anon
>You don't know whether or not you just fucked up
>You just had a nice lunch with Rose after what was definitely the hottest sex of your life
>Then put her in her room, promising another visit soon
>Then you posted about it on SlaveLovers forum
>The reaction was pretty mixed, even though you got a lot of Good for you's
>A few guys thought it was brilliant
>Some called you a monster for fucking with her head
>But the consensus was that you were playing with fire by encouraging even remotely threatening behavior
>Instead of just clamping down on it like you're supposed to
>Especially when she's in heat
>But that's just the opinion of random strangers on the internet
>You don't know who to believe
>So yo text Jay, asking if he's free to talk
>A minute later your phone rings
"Hey man, thanks for the call"
>"No problem. What's up?"
"Rose went into heat for the first time with me today"
>"Good for you!"
"I don't whether or not I fucked things up"
>"She's OK, isn't she?"
"Of course. I mean in the M/s way"
>"Were you firm or lenient?"
"Lenient"
>"Kind of hard not to be, isn't it? When she's responding like that it's super easy to forget your position"
"I might have gone a little further than that"
>"I'm listening"
"Before we got going she raised a hoof at me"
>"What did you do?"
"I asked her if she wanted to kick me"
>Silence from Jay
"And she said she'd love to"
>"She didn't, though. Right?"
"I went down on her instead"
>"Living dangerously"
"It gets worse. After she told me she felt conflicted"
>"They always do. It's really cute"
"So I asked her if she didn't know whether she wanted to kiss me or kill me"
>"Oh, never a good idea to put that in their minds. What happened next?"
"She said both. Then kissed me with a little bite. Didn't leave a mark, but she definitely bit me. And I let it slide"
>"Aw, dude. That's fucking with her head pretty hard"
"The problem is it was super hot to let her feel like..."
>"She had some say in the situation?"
"I let her have a little, yeah. How fucked am I?"
>Jay sighs and says, "Not totally. You've only ever had sex with women before Rose, right?"
"Yeah"
>"Then it's natural that when your pony is... responsive, you'd want to treat her like a woman. Let her be willful"
>He adds, "But if you do that with ponies you end up with dangerous behavior problems that have to be met with..."
>He sighs, "a level of discipline you really don't want to have to dish out to a cutie like her"
"I'm not over that line yet, right?"
>"I don't think so. But you have to make it clear that Estrus is a high spirited time, and the only time this sort of behavior is going to be tolerated. And set some limits for her, for fuck's sake!"
"Got it"
>"Don't let her be the one to have to figure out just what constitutes crossing the line just because you decided to move it because she's so cute in heat"
"Again, got it. And that pretty much answers my other question"
>"Which was?"
"The wisdom of renting her for high risk encounters where the line has been moved"
>"OK, yeah. I know exactly what you're talking about. We could both make a lot of money off that..."
"But?"
>"You didn't buy Rose because you get off on the idea of brutalizing her and terrorizing her, right?"
"Fuck, no."
>"Well that's the kind of guy you'd have to become to keep her in line and you safe in a set up like that"
>He adds, "And I avoid doing business with guys like that. I don't like to see ponies hurt."
"Me, neither."
>"Then be careful how willful you let her be. It may be hot, but there will be consequences for it. And I don't want to see either of you hurt because you misjudged the situation"
"That's why I reached out to you"
>"Then be sure she knows where the line is when you move it on her, and when you're going to move it back"
>He adds, "And you can pretty much forget about renting her at this point. I only do rentals with purely submissive ponies, for everybody's safety"
"Thanks, Jay."
>"No prob, man. Gotta look out for the rookies. I'll text you next time me and Foxxy are going to the park. Maybe we'll meet there."
"Sounds good"
>There you have it
>You fucked up a little, but you can recover from it
>And you need to get serious about finding a job, because pimping Rose isn't going to be it
>You had mixed feelings about that anyways
 
>You unlock and open the door to Rose's room with a few sugar cubes in your pocket
"Rose? We need to talk"
>You're greeted by the sight of your concubine giving you bedroom eyes
>"Are you breaking up with me, master?"
>God, she's funny, too?
>You totally understand guys falling in love with their mares when they're in heat
>It's almost impossible not to
"No," you say slowly
>"So you're not just gonna let me go?," she pouts
"Not even on the table, Rose. Estrus is a time of high spirits," you begin
>She laughs
>"You're giving a speech about this because you're suddenly an expert on it?"
"No, but I like you like this"
>"You like your concubine actually responding to your affections? What a surprise!"
"You'd be surprised, Rose. Plenty of guys like them submissive all the time. And others just want cuddles"
>"I don't know if that's better or..."
"Totally creepy?"
>"It sounds creepy right now. But no less creepy than you raping me last week"
"That's what I want to talk about. Freedom to speak, especially during these high spirited times. And it isn't rape when I own you"
>"But you like getting a piece of my mind while I actually want you?"
"I love it"
>"Of course you do! You think it's hot, right?"
"Yeah, because it is."
>She blushes
"But we have to set some limits."
>"Like not saying I hate you?"
"No, I love that, too. And I loved you wanting to kick me"
>"That wasn't premeditated, you know."
"Not like biting my lip"
>"That kinda was"
"Still hot though"
>"You know," she begins, "under normal circumstances you telling me what you think is hot disgusts me"
"But now?"
>"I'm disgusted with myself for being so turned on."
"Don't be. It's natural."
>"I know. What isn't natural is dealing with the feelings it brings up."
"I don't know how into that I want to get"
>"Let's just say it's hard to reconcile something that you see as a burden become what you desire"
"You're talking about my dick?"
>She nods, looking down at the floor and mumbles, "And I really want it"
"I just want you to understand first. We can only be like this during Estrus. The rest of the time things go back to normal"
>"You know that's really messed up, but it I get it. Can I ask? Are you doing this just because it turns you on?"
"I bought you because you turned me on"
>She blushes harder
"I'm doing this because I actually like you, and enjoy getting to know you a little more than what the confines of our positions allow"
>"I'm a little flattered, master. But I'm not in the same place as you that way, you know"
"I don't expect you to be. You still have to obey me, and if, god forbid you ever hurt me, even accidently..."
>"Obviously," she says with a little eyeroll. "But the idea that I want to sometimes is OK?"
"Only when you're in heat. Off limits the rest of the time, just like rolling your eyes at me"
>She nods, and you let a few moments pass in silence
"You know, the way you're holding your tail is really... attractive"
>"It's supposed to be. It's an invitation"
"Can you do that when you're not, you know?"
>"I can try. It won't be the same, though"
"I'd still appreciate you putting the effort in"
>"Can you stop talking and appreciate that I don't have to put any effort in now?"
>Definitely time to stop talking
 
>Be Anon
>You just finished going down on Rose for the second time since she went into heat
>This time there was no hoof raised in protest, though
>If anything she leaned herself toward you the moment she realized what was about to happen
>And she came really fucking quickly
>And hard
>You are diamonds, but chill enough to realize the moment is not going to pass quickly - she's still in heat
>You'll get yours soon enough
>"You know that's totally a human thing, not a pony thing?"
"How so?"
>"A stallion will sniff back there, and maybe nibble for a moment, but he gets to business pretty quickly"
"Not try to finish you off that way?"
>"Never, that's a human thing. Same for the other way around"
"Mares don't blow stallions?"
>"I'm a smalltown girl, so I can't say it absolutely isn't a thing, but it wasn't where I come from"
"So blowing me is weird?"
>Having sex when not in Estrus is unnatural and weird. Blowing you is super gross and disgusting"
"Yet you initiated it when you weren't in heat to distract me"
>She blushes, seemingly more out of embarrassment than lust
>"It's obvious how much you love it. And it isn't totally horrible. Some women MUST use that to manipulate men, right?"
"I even let you get away with it"
>More blush
>"So it does sort of work, even when you can see through it? Though I guess not during Estrus. You haven't gone for my mouth once since I came into heat"
>She's got you there
>You haven't thought about fucking her cute little throat once since her marevag started actually responding to you
"What about mares who like other mares? What do they do?"
>"I have no idea. Nopony talks about that stuff..."
"Or stallions who like other stallions?"
>"That's obvious. Like a stallion went for a mare... but hit the wrong... target"
"Do they hit the wrong target often?"
>Blushing continues
>"Why are you asking me all this?"
"Well you said oral seemed like purely human stuff to you. Your opinion about anal is suddenly interesting to me as well"
>Her eyes narrow
>"Interesting, how?"
>You smile
>"No, master, please! You said you didn't want to hurt me! You don't want to hurt me, do you?"
"I don't want to hurt you," you say. Then you add, "But I don't mind making you a little sore"
>"You made me sore all last week without doing THAT!"
"That's why I got this," you say, producing a small bottle of lube from your pocket. "May as well see how it works"
>Her ears go back
>"Why would you do that? You KNOW just an inch down is something so much better waiting for you?"
"Maybe to see your reaction," you say, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto a finger, and kneeling behind her
>"Master, please don't"
"Your voice says no, but your tail says yes"
>"I can't control that"
>You touch her ponut with your lubed up finger
>She gasps, but her horsepussy winks as you smear the lube on her
"Can't control that either, I guess?," you say, sliding a fingertip up her warm asshole
>She raises a back hoof and says, "I swear I'll kick the shit out of you!"
>You leave your finger in her, but reach down with your other hand to lower that hoof
>She resists a little, but the hoof soon returns to the floor
"No you won't, but I love that you want to. Turns me on as much as this," you slide your finger further into her, "turns you on"
>"I'm not turned on," she says quietly
>You brush your thumb against where her clit hides to be met with it winking against you as you feel her ass clench your finger
"You're not?"
>You ease your finger out of her, stand and take your pants off
>Your freed cock is standing at attention, and you reach for the lube and squeeze some onto it
>Rose is facing the mirror you installed in her room, you can see her face in it, her eyes pleading with you
>"Please don't, master"
"It's not going to hurt if you just relax, Rose," you say, steadying your cockhead against her back door
>You push forward a little
>"I'm not afraid of it hurting," she replies desperately. "I'm afraid of what you're doing to me!"
>You ease into her very slowly
"What am I doing to you?"
>"Ow... ow... mmmmmm. You're perverting me. Ow... Oh, buck!"
>You're torn between two great views
>That of your cock slipping into her asshole, and her face as she starts to cry just a little in the mirror
>You feel the tight ring of her slowly slide down you as your head is surrounded by warm softness
>Not nearly as good as her vag in heat, but still delicious as you pull back for another stroke
>And feel that tight ring slide back toward your cockhead
>You grab her tail with one hand, reaching the other down onto her just at where your balls would otherwise slap
>"It's not enough that you have you're way with me. You have to make me enjoy it physically as well!"
"Does that make me a monster?"
>"For assuring I get off on my own nightmare?," she asks. "Yeah, it totally does"
>You pause mid stroke
"I could just stop right now"
>No you couldn't, but you can't resist messing with her a little more
>She sighs, "The damage has already been done. Both of us want this now, and you know I'm gonna cum from it"
"Well then," you say as you resume, "So am I"
>"I hate you for this"
>You slam into her as much as your hand rubbing her will allow, which seems like just enough for the both of you
>Teary eyes are now looking at you in the mirror with properly wide pupils
"You're still a good girl, Rose"
 
>Be Anon
>Your first Estrus with Rose was even better than you expected 
>She was amazing!
>And you capped it off last night by making her cum twice while you fucked her ass
>She broke into tears after the first one
>Then sobbed her way through the second when you finished in her
>Ashamed of herself for being so easily perverted by you
>Which was delicious
>But five days have passed since the start of her heat, so the next two weeks or so are going to be back to business as usual
>You explained that to her
>Speaking her mind and making little threats are only tolerated when she's actually hot for your dick
>Because then it's hot to you as well
>You expect her to show proper deference again now, in both words and actions
>And don't intend to tolerate anything short of that
>She said she understood
>Time to see if she does
>First you respond to Jay via text that meeting up at the park today at 1PM with him and Foxxy is a go
>You're sure Rose will like having another mare to talk to after the last five days
>And you want to see if there's any way to get into some sort of business arrangement with Jay
>Because doing what he does sounds a lot better than finding another boring job
>You unlock and open the door to her room
>She's on her bed
"Good morning, Rose!"
>She looks up at you and blushes, then looks away
>God, she's adorable!
>"Good morning, master," she says softly
>Good start
"How does meeting up with Foxxy and Jay at the park today sound?"
>That got her ears to prick up
>"That sounds great, master," she says sincerely
"Good, because I've already arranged it. After the last few days it'll be good to get out of the house"
>She blushes again
"Plus I fingured you'd want to have another mare to talk to"
>That gets you a sheepish smile
>"You figured correctly, master"
"We had a pretty intense few days there. So I'm also giving you a day off from those kind of duties today"
>Now she locks eyes with you, and her pupils widen a little
>"You can DO that?"
"Of course I can. You know I'm a man of my word"
>"But it's been at least once every 10 hours since I got here"
>Now it's your turn to blush
"What can I say? I'm really into you..."
>"Lucky me"
"Careful, Rose"
>"I AM lucky, though. You actually care about me in your way. I could have been bought by someone who didn't"
"I do carfe. It means something to me that you appreciate that. I don't know why, but it does"
>"Then understand that this gesture of yours means something to me, too. It is going to be difficult for you though, isn't it?"
>You laugh, and she looks confused
"You've only seen the side of me that's excited to have you here. You don't know the man who dispensed with every luxury INCLUDING a fucking social life for FOUR years..."
>You look her right in the eyes to show your intensity
"WHILE paying the mortgage on this place JUST so I could save up enough money to bring you here"
>She's a little taken aback
>"So it took you four years of work, planning and sacrifice to become a... master?"
"YOUR master"
>"I hope I'm worth it..."
>You reach out a hand to caress her mane
>She doesn't flinch, nor pull away from you
>And she feels so good
"So far so very good. And you might not believe it, but self-control is something I have"
>"I believe it, master"
"Then late's change the topic, because you ARE incredibly attractive to me, and I'd rather not test my limits"
>You break the contact with her, letting your hand fall back to your side
>She gives you another weak smile
>"When are we meeting Foxglove and Jay?"
"Right after lunch"
 
>By the time you get to the park Jay and Foxxy are already there
>Jay greets you with a brohug, as both martes trot off together wearing their collars
"Where I can see you!," you shout after Rose
>"They know," say says softly. "So your first Estrus with her nearly got the better of you?"
"I needed a reality check, for sure. Thanks for being there. Truth is it worked out great"
>"She seems compliant"
"Yeah, but man was it fun letting her get all lippy when she..."
>"Was out of her mind horny for you?"
"Yeah. Not quite like really hot hate sex, but a little like that. Her body says one thing while her voice says the opposite"
>Jay laughs. "Never was my thing, but you're not alone there. Plenty of guys like their mares really high spirited when they're in heat"
"That's exactly what she is. Told me flat you how much she wanted to kick the shit out of me"
>Jay raises an eyebrow. "Are you playing a dengerous game with her? She's got a lot more to lose than you do"
"I think I've got it dialed in. She said she hated me for perverting her, and cried"
>"Sounds like you're mindfucking her pretty hard as well"
"This was while I was fucking her ass. She came twice."
>"Impressive. Not all of them can do that. And you're little creepy for sharing that with me, you know?"
"Sorry. Just needed a reality check"
>"The reality is you have something exceptional on your hands. And you're a little bit of a twisted fucker"
"Aren't we all?"
>"Fair point," he says looking at Rose and Foxxy on the other side of the field
>You follow his gaze
>They look super cute together
"What do you think they're talking about?"
>"Exactly what we were just talking about, but from the other perspective. I can just about see Rose blushing from here"
>So can you
"She's something special"
>"You chose well"
"I thought I might have an eye for talent like you, and maybe developing it, too"
>"You might," he says in a serious manner. "Think you could do the same thing with another couple of mares?"
"I'm sure I could. Capital is the issue for me"
>Jay shakes his head
>"You gotta spend money to make money"
"So that's my entry level hurdle for getting into the business?"
>"Kinda is," he says flatly. "You couldn't afford another mare even if I found her for you?"
"I'm living off my savings right now, and that's only going to last another couple months. Most of what I had saved went into buying her"
>"I get it. You did good with Rose, but a pony you buy for your personal needs isn't gonna make you any money"
"I could re-fi the house..."
>"That only gives you one shot, right? No room for error"
"Fuck. And no other kind of loan is an option, really. My credit score is immaculate, but I'm unemployed"
>"I'll look around for you anyways. And try thinking outside the box."
"I don't even know where the box is"
>"Most of us are just making it up as we go along. But there is money to be made"
"What about brokering sales?"
>"I've built up my network over five years. You're just starting out. Besides me and some folks online who do you know?"
"No one"
>"I can make some introductions, but you'd be a year at best away from making any deals. People do business with someone they know and trust"
"Thanks. It's good to know you, regardless"
>"Yeah, and our mares seem to have hit it off as well. I haven't seen Foxxy laugh like that in a while"
>Sure enough Rose must have just said something that cracked Foxxy up
>Because Rose is laughing a little, but Foxxy is almost in tears she's laughing so hard
"She's funny. After I talked to you I told her we needed to talk and guess what she asked me?"
>"What?"
"She asked if I was breaking up with her!"
>"That's hilarious"
>He whips out his iPhone and points it at the mares
>You hear a click noise, then watch him mess with the screen, then hold it up to show you
>It's a better shot than you thought he'd get at this distance
>Two pretty mares laughing together while standing in a grassy field
>"The camera on this thing is better than my XLR. I'll send it to you," he says, tapping on the screen
>Your phone beeps in your pocket
 
>Be Anon
>It's been three days since you and Rose had a nice afternoon with Jay and Foxxy
>Now you're having a pretty good morning
>With Rose's mouth wrapped around your cock
>You don't even have to remind her to look you in the eye anymore
>She's got that down, and it's cute as fuck
>You do miss the fire that was in those eyes when she was in heat
>But that's likely to return in a week and a half anyways
>This is just fine in the meantime
>Feeling her tongue working the base of your shaft
>As the your cockhead slides in and out of her little throat
>Pretty grewen eyes looking up at you the whole time
>She knows you really like this, and puts the effort in to do a good job
>And she's doing a good job, bless her little heart
>Your phone rings
>Won't be getting that right now
>You grab a handful of mane and force her onto you so you're as far down her throat as possible
>And start fucking her face like that
>She can handle it, too
>No gag reflex is just another thing to love about ponies
>If you tried this with a woman you'd end up with a crotch full of puke
>If you could cajole a woman into letting you facefuck her in the first place
>No cajoling needed with your little pony
>A few more thrusts and you're going to be there
"Rose"
>"Mmmm hmmm"
>You look into her eyes as you unload partway down her throat
>You feel hew swallowing as you do
>You stay there for a few seconds as her tongue continues to move against the base of your cock
"OK, now press your tongue against me as I pull out so you get every drop"
>She does just that, and sawllows again once you're out of her
>"And now you're happy," she says, stating the obvious
"Sometimes that's all it takes"
>"A lot of the time," she says with a little smile
>You can tell it's a little focred, but you appreciate her effort anyways
"You're a good girl, Rose," you say, reaching for your phone to see who called
>Your missed call was from Jay
"Go to the kitchen and get yourself a treat," you say as you call Jay back
>He picks up on the second ring
>"Dude!"
"You rang?"
>"She used to be a florist. Did you know that?"
"Who?"
>"Your Rose. Back in Equestria she was a florist"
"That fits, doesn't it?"
>"In a typically pony way, yeah"
"So what's up?"
>"I got a pitch for you. You're not going to love it, but hear me out."
"OK"
>"I can get you into the business of spotting and developing pony talent AND Rose a flower shop"
"How would you pull that out of your ass?"
>"I've got a couple clients - wealthy married couple. She wants a stallion, so that's his excuse to get a mare"
>He continues, "She knew exactly what she wanted, and I've already brokered that deal. He had no ideas"
"I'm following you"
>"All I get from him is that he likes redheads and a sense of humor. So I went out on a limb and sent him a pic of Rose"
"I'm guessing he loved her"
>"Yeah, I might have let it slip that in heat she gets lippy and can cum from anal"
"I'm guessing that adds value?"
>"To the right buyer it adds a lot. When I mentionned she was a florist - Foxxy told me - he said he'd want to set her up with a little shop"
"Why would he do that?"
>"These are rich, but busy people. They want their ponies to be autonomous and income generating when they're not playing with them"
"Smart"
>"I also told him you'd be a reluctant seller, because that is the case, right"
"Yeah"
>"He wants to close the deal quickly so he has a nice mare to play with while his wife gets plowed by the stallion I just sold her"
"So what's the offer"
>Jay names the sum
>"I'm guessing that's twice what you paid for her?"
"Nearly three times"
>"So you didn't do too badly at the auction. You see what this gets you?"
"Two more mares you help me find to see how well I can groom them, and enough money to live off for the rest of the year while doing it"
>"And Rose gets a flower shop! That's the icing on the cake. You get into the business, and she gets back to hers"
"Can I think about this?"
>"Don't take too long. And don't tell Rose unless you're gonna do it. It would be cruel to dangle something like this..."
"I know," you interrupt. "Let me go"
>"Talk soon"
>You wander into the kitchen where you find Rose with her face buried in a large plastic container of Spring Mix
"We need to talk, Rose"
>She raises her head and cocks both ears forward, still chewing
"You never told me you were a florist. That's your special talent, isn't it?"
>She swallows and answers, "Yes," guardedly
"Is that something you'd like doing here?"
>"Yes," she says, slowly and carefully
>You explain the situation to her
>"Holy shit, master! So when you said 'We need to talk' this time you actually WERE breaking up with me!"
"Yeah. Evidently you were talking with Foxxy about the same stuff I was with Jay, and that made you a lot more valuable"
>"So I have a reputation now?," she says with feigned indignance
"In very exclusive circles, evidently"
>"It's not like it's my fault"
"Not your fault at all. But I won't lie. I'm gonna miss you, Rose"
>"Would you like a little lock of my mane to remember me by?"
"That'd be nice"
>Her eyes widen
>"You're more sentimental than I gave you credit for"
"You're special, Rose"
>"That's very kind of you to say. But something tells me you'll feel the same way about the next pretty mare who worships your cock"
>You really should check her on this, but you decide to let it slide
>"And the ones after that, if I understand correctly"
"Rose!"
>"Master. A guy who saves every cent he can for four years so he can buy a concubine is a guy who knows exactly what he wants"
>You nod
>"But what you want is something very simple. I'm sure there'll be mares who are better at being that than I am"
>You laugh
"I'm actually counting on that"
>"Please stay kind then, because that's how I'm going to remmeber you. That and how much you love getting your dick sucked"
>You laugh again
"So do I call Jay and tell him the deal is on?"
>She stands up on her hind legs, throwing her forelegs around your shoulders as you lean down to her
>You feel her teeth close gently on your earlobe as she whispers, "Yes, master"
 
Epilogue
>This one is young
>Definitely a mare now, but probably was a filly just a year ago
>You're letting her poke around while she gets used to new surroundings
>Don't want to spook her
>She walks over to the framed photo on the wall of a red headed pony with a rose cutie mark
>Between the glass and the matte under the pic is a little lock of red mane
>"Master! Is that your special somepony?"
>This one is dumb as a box of rocks
>You indulge her
"The closest I've ever gotten to having a special somepony"
>"Maybe I could... be... your..."
"Maybe you could"