x by azenanon

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/24865839/#q24945930
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>You are Berry Punch, and you've finally hit rock bottom.
>This evening finds you cowering behind a dumpster, the dull clops of sheriff Dusty Coat's hoof steps in the distance. 
>Everything in your body hurts.
>Muscles twitch and ache in protest, malnourished and unaccustomed to this kind of running.
>Small white stars dot your vision as your heart beats wildly out of control, lungs burning in your chest as you struggle to silence your ragged breathing.
>It… it was only a bag of apples, you plead silently to yourself as you bury your face in your hooves.
>You didn't plan to steal them, you've never done anything like this before, but you were desperate.
>Ponyville is filled with kind, generous ponies who wouldn't hesitate to help out a down on her luck mare.
>A few bits, a hot meal, even a place to stay for the night was the least a pony could do.
>For awhile anyway.
>It took years, but you managed to burn through all that good will. 
>You've used and abused every bit of kindness this town has to offer.
>And now, after an entire day of doors being closing and curtains hastily drawn, it had come to this.
>You manage to hold down a sob.
>Despite years of living almost entirely off the kindness of others, you've never felt this horribly.
>If you'd had more time to think you're sure you wouldn't have done it.
>But you didn't, and a gurgling stomach made the decision for you instead.
>How could you resist that big bag of juicy apples sitting right there, out in the open.
>It was getting dark, and nopony else was around.
>Except the sheriff it turned out.
>A stream of tears run down the side of your face as you search desperately for what to do.
>He was fairly new in town, maybe he didn't recognize you.

>Had he even gotten a good look at you? 
>You'd pretty much dropped the apples and taken off running as soon as you heard his hoof steps.
>It just all happened so quick, and he was quite far away when he spotted you.
>You might be able to get out of this.
>It's the first encouraging thought you've had since this all began. 
>But if he finds you here, what does it matter.
>Images of being marched through the town dance in your mind.
>The disappointed stares you'd get, Everypony finding out what you did.
>This time a sob manages to escape, and then another.
>You manage to regain control of yourself, but it's too late.
>Your insides turn to ice as an approaching series of dull crunches confirm the worst. 
>He's.. coming this way.
>Your whole body shakes with tension, the mounting panic making you lightheaded.
>It's too late to hide somewhere else, if he gets past the dumpster he'll see you for sure. 
>Oh Celestia, please… please let him stop before he gets to you, you'll never do this again, just make him go away.
>Your eyes slam shut in a foal-like attempt to block out reality.
>You practically stop breathing as a shadow crawls around the dumpster.
>”Well now, here you are!”
>The unexpected voice causes your eyes involuntarily spring open.
“You're.. you're not the sheriff?”
>You manage to stammer as you gawk at the two legged creature before you.
>”Nah, that'd be ol' Dusty Coat.”
>”Was just talking to him actually, seems he's looking for some plum colored mare who tried to rip off Applejack's.. apples.”
>He cracks an impish grin.
>”You… wouldn't know anything about that would you?”
>His voice is sly and playful, and it gives you the creeps.
“I… uh.. ”
>You fumble for words, scrambling desperately for a response.”
>”Seems he lost track of her, figures she headed towards the train station. Probably down there right now looking. Think he'll find...”
“It was me.” 

>You blankly interrupt him, eyes fixed on the ground.
>You're sure he knows anyway, and it feels kind of relieving just to say it out loud.
“Wh..who are you and what do you want?”
>You suddenly wish it was the sheriff. 
>Every instinct tells you to run, but you know you don't have the energy for it.
“Please.. please don't hurt me, I-I'll do what you want.”
>He lets out an unnerving chuckle.
“Well, I'm afraid that's a bit contradictory.”
>A fresh stream of tears runs down your muzzle as all your fears are confirmed.
>You're going to be raped, possibly even killed.
>His face softens a bit as he kneels down in front of you, producing a white handkerchief.
>“Sorry, I guess I shouldn't really have said that now should I.”
>You don't resist as he uses the cloth to dry away the tears, your whole body stiff from fear.
>”It's not really like that. The choice will be entirely yours.”
“Ch-choice?”
>”Yes, choice. I've got a proposal for you.”
>”I'm not going to force you into anything, if you say no I'll leave you alone, but I'd like you to at least hear it.”
>His voice is still mischievous, but there's a faint hint of sympathy as well.
>You're not sure you can trust what he says, but it's not like you have any other options.
“I.. ok, w-what do you propose?”
>Your quivering voice makes your fear obvious.
>He face lifts as he cracks what appears to be a genuine smile.
>”Not here. Let's go somewhere a bit less back-alley rapey.”
>The last word sends a shiver down your spine.
>”There's a diner just on the other-side of this alley. It's a bit more public, and I'm sure you could use a good meal.”
>..
>“You don't need to be so nervous, not like the sheriff is going to search every building in Ponyville for you.”
>You can't help it.
>Even this daisy soup, the first real meal you've had in awhile, can't calm your nerves.

>The place is quiet, only one other couple on the other side of the room.
>You couldn't hear their conversation, so you reckoned they couldn't hear yours.
>When you first walked in they stared, but they were probably more interested in the strange biped beside you.
>Manners eventually got the better of them though and they went back to their meal.
>You still feel like you're being watched. 
>My Celestia you're a mess. 
>Back in that alley you'd have welcomed the sheriff more than anything else in the world.
>And now here you were, safe and sound with other ponies around, the imminent threat of death off the table, and you were back to worrying about being caught.
>You notice him watching you intently as you shovel the last spoonful into your mouth.
>”So, all fed then… ready to get down to business?”
>He says in an orderly tone, folding his arms on the table.
>You nod as you swallow the last of your meal.
>To be honest, you really were.
>As unnerving as this.. anon.. was…
>He's treated you reasonably well up until now.
>Despite all the stress of today and how much you just wanted to go curl up somewhere and disappear, you were a little curious.
>“Before I begin, I want you to remember, this is all entirely up to you.”
>He hesitates, looking intently at you as though fearful of your reaction.
>”Well, I'll come right out and say it, I want you to be my.. pet.”
“Pet?” you say loudly before catching yourself.
>A nervous glance to the couple across the room affirms their indifference.
“Pet?” you repeat in a much lower voice.
>You have no idea what he even means, but it doesn't sound good to you at all.
>”Yes. You'd have a place to stay, be fed, cared for.”
>”But you'd also be entirely mine, subject entirely to my will. My personal plaything to use as I please.”
>It leaves you almost speechless. How do you even respond to that.
“Y-your a psycho.. “
>You finally stammer.

>He just leans back a bit, apparently unsurprised by your reaction.
>”Possibly.”
>His lip curls into a bit of a grin before settling back to a serious expression.
>“Probably even.”
>”But this is a real offer. “
>”You'd of course be free to leave at any time.”
>”I can promise you I won't hold you against your will.”
>His tone is oddly reassuring.
>Despite his insanity, he seems genuine.
>”Does it really sound any worse than what you've got now?”
>It's an obvious point, but it hits hard.
>”I'll confess, I've been watching you for some time.”
>”I know you're finding it harder.”
>Your face burns red with humiliation.
>”You could of course turn yourself in. You'll get a couple meals in jail I'm sure, but then what.”
>”Will anyone help you afterwards, knowing what you did?”
>You can only look down at the table dejectedly at the reminder of what got you into this mess.
>”And you're clearly not a very good thief.”
>The insult is welcomely distracting as you finally look up to glower at him.
>A sheepish smile forming across his lips.
>”I'm offering you another option. Why not at least try it for awhile, if you don't like it, you can always leave.”
”How do I know you'll.. let me leave if I decide to?”
>You can't really be considering this.
>But you're doing just that.
>”If I just wanted to hurt you, I've already had my opportunity.”
>”But I guess it'll require a bit of faith on your part.”
>”Anyway, I've got to go take care of this bill, just give it some thought, I'll be back in a moment.”
>You barely notice him getting up, already deep in thought.
>Your gut says he's telling the truth, that he'll let you go should you decide to leave. 
>But do you really want to be a “pet”?
>What kind of existence is that? 
>What would that even involve?
>Subject to his every whim he said.

>But then, what kind of existence is this?
>Even if the sheriff never finds you, even if you got away with it, then what? 
>Back to living hoof to mouth?
>Being fun at parties isn't really an employable skill.
>Pinkie Pie could bake, what could you do?
>The idea of not having worry about where you're going to sleep or where you're going to get your next meal is intoxicating.
>But what was the real price? What did he want you for?
>Sex?
>Would that even be so bad. You enjoyed a good roll in the hay as much as anyone.
>”So, any thoughts?”
>You hadn't even noticed Anon sitting back down.
>How long had he been there?
“I-what would being your pet involve? What would I have to actually do?”
>”He gives you a gentle smile.”
>”Well, for the most part, provide companionship.”
>”I'd want you to lay on my lap while I watch TV, keep me company in bed, that kind of thing.”
>”There may be sex from time to time, but day to day, you'd just be there to provide company.”
>Your mind searches for the reason why this is such a bad idea, why it gives you such a sick feeling. You're sure you're missing something.
>Luckily he provides the answer. Something he said early on that you've pushed out of your thoughts.
>”There is one thing that you need to know.”
>He takes a deep breath before speaking, the smile fading from his face.
>”Remember back in the alley, when you asked me not to hurt you?
>That was it.
“Yes, you said.. that's contradictory. W-what did you mean by that?”
>”Well, among other things, I'm a bit of a sadist.”
“A .. what?”
>”It's very complicated, but... I sometimes enjoy seeing others suffer.”
>The revelation turns your blood to ice. Any thoughts you'd had about going along with that quickly evaporating.
“S-so you w-ant to.. torture me?”
>You were insane to even consider this… he is a psycho.
>The thought of making a run for it right now weighs on your mind, but you don't.

>There was nothing to run to.
>”Well, torture is probably a bit extreme, but I may occasionally want to play a game with you which would involve some pain on your part.”
>”It's really not as bad as you're probably imagining, and it wouldn't even be all that often.”
>”You'd certainly never be permanently injured, and you'll still always have the option of leaving any time.”
>A bit of his former smile returns.
>”You may even come to enjoy it.”
>The whole exchange leaves your head swimming.
>Every instinct you've got screams that this is a bad idea.
>But what else is there? Where else would you go?
>The idea of something different, even if it's horrible, is oddly compelling.
>Your can't even look at him as you practically whisper the words.
“O-ok Anon.. I-I'll do it.”
>You force yourself to make eye contact when he puts his hand on your shoulder.
>A warm smile greets you.
>”Everything's going to be ok.”
>”... my pet.”
>..
>Your neck involuntarily stretches out across your master's thigh as he makes a final pass with the brush.
>The bristles press through your freshly bathed fir just enough to gently scrape against the skin.
>It leaves a blissful tingling throughout your entire body as every hair is pulled gently into line.
>Your limbs rest limply against the couch, the muscles supporting them long since given in.
>It feels amazing.
>Normally at this point you'd drift off to a peaceful sleep, but something was weighing on your mind tonight.
>Truthfully it had been on your mind for awhile, but lately it seemed to permeate your every thought.
>The last month had been truly amazing. 
>Master.. you had gotten used to calling him that so quickly..
>He treated you well.
>You always had a belly full of food and a good nights rest in a warm bed.
>There's no question that he took good care of you, just as he promised.

>His house sat near the forest, far away from town.
>It was just you and him, and you'd grown to enjoy the time spent together.
>More than that, he seemed to genuinely care about you. It gave your life a strange sense of purpose.
>This was truly the happiest you've ever been in your life.
>But you knew there was a price to be paid for it.
>It hung over your head like a dark cloud of uneasiness.
>He'd said it wouldn't be all that often, but what did that mean?
>It had been a month. Was it coming soon? Would it change all this?
>You suddenly feel his hand resting against your shoulder, as though he could read your mind.
>”What's the matter my pet?”
>You take a deep breath before speaking.
>You know shouldn't bring up the subject, but the uncertainty is driving you mad, you just have to know.
“M-master?”
>Your voice quivers for the first time in awhile as you speak to him.
“When we first met, y-you said you enjoyed watching others suffer.”
“T-that there'd be pain involved.”
>He exhales knowingly as he moves his hand to the back of your head, rubbing you gently behind the ears.
>”I did, and there will be, but you don't need to worry about that just yet.”
>”I want to give you time to get settled in before we do anything like that.”
“I..”
>A shiver runs down the length of your back as you close your eyes, afraid of what you are about to ask.
“I.. c-can we do it sooner?”
>You feel him tense up a bit, likely as surprised as you are by the question.
“I just, I just have to know.”
>You feel a bit of dampness forming around your eyes, the worry you've been holding finally slipping out of you.
“P-please Master?”
>He takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as contemplating your request.
>”Ok my pet, I guess that's fair.”
>His hand resumes a downward slide along your back.
>”We'll do a session tomorrow.”
“T-thank you Master.” 

>It's not long before you're being carried to bed, already half asleep having nodded off shortly after your conversation.
>..
>”Comfortable?”
>You shuffle your shoulders a bit, trying to get used to the strange position before quickly nodding.
“Yes Master.”
>You find yourself leaned up diagonally against Master's body, the back of your head nestled tightly against the left side of his chest.
>Most of your weight rests on your hind quarters, which press strangely into the couch cushion between his splayed legs.
>Your left leg dangles over the edge of the couch while your right leg rests over top master's.
>Ropes loop around your torso, holding your front legs securely at your side.
>You were scared, but after all the worry and anticipation it kind of felt good to be getting this over with.
>Whatever he was going to do to you, it was going to happen soon, and then you'd finally know.
>”Alrighty then.”
>He runs the back of his right hand reassuringly down your cheek before sliding it over your chest, his fingers resting over your left nipple.
>You feel his chest moving against the back of your head as he takes in a few slow breaths.
>He seems almost hesitant, but eventually his finger starts moving, tracing a circle around the small bead.
>It's not at all unpleasant.
>You squirm a bit in your bonds as he alternates between circling and gently kneeding the hardening teat, becoming increasingly aroused by his touch.
>Eventually he works his way to the other nipple, alternating between the two as they become fully engorged.
>He gives your left nipple a flick, causing you to gasp mostly out of surprise as a mild pain runs through your bosom. 
>An alternating cycle of fondling and flicking begins, it having an increasingly pleasant effect on you.
>You can feel your face turning flush as you shuffle your legs around, your marehood becoming lightly damp with juices.

>This doesn't go unnoticed as your Master reaches down with his right hand.
>He gives your lips a few sharp pats, causing you to shiver excitedly before teasing a finger down the length of your seam.
>You instinctively spread your legs apart a bit wider, lusting for more, but instead he returns to your nipples.
>A soft moan escapes you.
>”Well, I'd say you're warmed up, it's time to get down to business.”
>It takes you a few moments to realize what he's getting at. 
>Right, this was supposed to be painful, and somehow you knew the flicking wasn't the end of it.
>Your suspicions are soon confirmed as he sharply pinches your left nipple between his fingers, causing you to wince.
>He tugs at the nipple, stretching it out away from your chest.
>You try to lean forward to counter, but he holds your squirming form in place with his elbow.
>To your confusion he produces a length of string, which he winds tightly around the stretched flesh.
>You whimper as he finally lets go, a dull throb radiating through your tightly wrapped nipple.
>The other side is given the same treatment, your eyes watering at the mounting discomfort.
>”You're doing good my pet.”
>He gives you a gentle pat on the center of your belly.
“M-master.. it.. it hurts.”
>His right hand unexpectedly reaches back to your forgotten nether regions, beginning a gentle rubbing.
>”I know it does.. try to focus on this, it'll help.“
>He begins slowly thrusting a finger into your slickening hole.
>The dull ache in your nipples fades into the background as your lips harden.
>”See, isn't that much better?”
“Mmmhmm” you manage as he works in a second finger, your cheeks turning warm.
>Your hips rocks in time with his fingers, a soft huff accompanying every thrust.
>You feel yourself winkering as he twists his fingers up inside you, rubbing against your sensitive button.

>He suddenly tightens his grip around you with his left arm, then without warning begins unwrapping your left nipple.
>You try to focus on the pleasure between your legs, but every unwind sends a sharp stab of pain from the blood deprived and now very sensitive nipple.
>Evidently anticipating what is to come next, you feel him pull you tightly into his chest, still keeping up the rhythm with his other hand.
>It's just in time.
>An intense swell of pain catches you unprepared as blood rushes back into the nipple.
>You begin violently thrashing, legs flailing as you instinctively try to get up, only to be held firmly in place by your Master.
>The whole left side of your chest feels like it's on fire, the pain continuing to build in intensity as every nerve ending springs back to life.
>Your arms fight to reach your screaming tits, but are held fast by your bonds.
>As the pain finally reaches it's peak you let out a shrill cry, eventually devolving into harsh sobs, your whole body shaking.
>You press yourself tightly against your master, burying your muzzle in his chest, seeking out the only comfort you can find.
>His right hand runs gently across your shoulder, having given up on it's other task, left arm still hugging you tightly.
>The pain subsides quickly, as do your your sobs, gradually petering down to chattering breaths.
>He gives you a final rub across the side of your cheek before speaking softly.
>”Alright my pet, we've still got to do the other one.”
>You let out a choked sob as fresh tears cloud your vision.
“P-ple-ase, it.. do you h-have to?”
>A white cloth descends over your snout as he dries away your still flowing tears.
>”We can wait a little longer, but I'm afraid it does have to come off soon.”
>Once again you turn into his chest, another sob escaping as you screw your eyes shut.

>Everything you'd feared was coming true, this was too much.
>You try to steady yourself.
>No, you had to make it through this, you just had to.
>This had been the happiest month of your life.
>And if this was the price of happiness, you had to pay it.
>You can feel his hand rest gently on the back of your neck.
>”You're almost done my pet. After this it'll be over.”
>You couldn't leave. You couldn't give all this up because of a little pain.
>After all, where else would you go.
“A-alright.”
>You turn your head to face your master, blinking a few times to clear your vision.
“I-I'm ready.”
>Somehow you were expecting him to go right for your other nipple, but instead his hand sinks back down to your marehood.
>It takes longer than last time but soon you once again find yourself at a heightened state of arousal.
>Painful memories of earlier giving way to primal sexual need.
>”Now this time, I want you to really try to concentrate on this, ok.”
>You nod and try to focus entirely on your masters touch.
>Eager for anything to make this easier.
>Trying to visualize them sliding around inside your hole, curled tips tapping your winkering button with every thrust.
>Your breathing increases sharply as you feel your masters grip on you tighten, signaling the inevitable.
>You fight frantically to keep your focus on the warmth in your loins.
>It feels so good, you're so close.
>Your breathing becomes sharp an erratic as spasms run down your back.
>You feel the swelling pain in your chest, but you're already past the point of no return.
>Your vision becomes blurry as you reach climax, your eyes rolling backwards in your head.
>The burning pain only underscoring the explosive waves of ecstasy running through you as you let out loud moans of pleasure.
>Somehow through everything that's going on, you can hear your masters stuttering gasps, and feel his tightening grip around your shoulders.

>You close your eyes and let your spent body fall into him, feeling the last few aftershocks storm through your body.
>The two of you just sit there for awhile in silence.
>You don't even register that the session is over until you feel the ropes around your torso being undone.
>Your arms free, you can't help but irrationally latch on to your master in a tight hug.
>You made it.. you survived.
>”Thank you for doing this.”
>The words catch you off guard.
>You feel him lift you up slightly before setting you back down across his lap.
>He runs his hand down the side of your neck before letting it drape across your body.
>From the corner of your eye you can see a heavy expression on his face.
>He looks deep in thought, taking slow steady breaths.
>Eventually he breaks the silence.
>”Listen, I'm more or less figuring this whole thing out as we go along.”
>The tone in his voice is worrying. Had.. had you done something wrong?
“I-what's wrong master?”
>”I.. I really enjoyed what we just did, but..”
>He lets out another deep breath.
>”I don't want to force you to do that again?”
>You can only look up at him in surprise, unsure how to even respond.
>”I can only hope that you might indulge me again some day, but it'll be your decision, ok?”
>You should be jumping out of your skin with joy. He was giving you a free pass.
>But somehow, it didn't sit right with you.
>It wasn't just that you'd kind of enjoyed the last part of your session.
>In a way you couldn't quite put your hoof on, this felt principally wrong.
>You were supposed to be his, entirely his.
>This was the agreement, your side of the deal. 
>The words are hard to say, but you manage to force them out.

“T-thank you, but I'd rather keep things the way they are if that's alright.”
>A dead silence hangs in the air for what feels like minutes, but eventually he speaks.
>”If you're sure that's what you want..”
“I'm sure Master.”
>A content smile forms across your face as you drift off to sleep.