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Punished for Her Pleasure

Part One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Arctic smiled, sitting on his small cushion beside Fluttershy's breakfast table, perfectly content as always. He was never allowed to sit at the table with her, of course, as that was a space only for his mistress and his mistress alone, but he was more than happy to be near her, serving her breakfast, ensuring that her tea was topped up at all times.

"More pancakes with your breakfast, mistress Shy?"

She smiled at him.

"Yes, pet, that would be lovely."

Angel, her pet white rabbit hopped about merrily, as in as good a mood as ever - which was, to say, that he was never in a good mood at all with a perpetually annoyed expression. He waved a paw at Arctic and, though it stung to obey the bunny too, he obliged by adding a little more carrot tea to the rabbit's tiny cup. It was his favourite and it told the tale of how long Arctic, the pegasus, had been the pony-pet of Fluttershy, considering how well he knew the rabbit's personal tastes too.

The pegasus' coat was light in shade, for once lacking in dirt from the exploits and desires of his mistress, his mane and tail falling down in a spill of dark blue hairs, perfectly combed out. His wings were teased and preened with every feather in the right place, though it was his mistress' wings that he had spent hours doting on the night before, spreading each feather carefully to nuzzle and preen with his lips as well as his hooves. Her yellow coat glowed with good health, her mane and tail pink, though her tail had grown out so much that he didn't need to fix her tail extensions every month anymore - all under his good care of her, of course. Arctic didn't like to brag though.

The pegasus mare smiled again as he fussed around her, sitting down to his own breakfast only when he was satisfied that she was taken care of. The muscles in his face softened, no touch of tension there, though his tail was flicked carefully to the side so that he didn't sit on it. In her home, he still knew better to not conceal any part of himself and his body from his mistress.

He was getting good. Too good. Fluttershy frowned. That could be boring.

She'd just have to spice things up a notch, in that case, just to keep things more interesting for her.

It started slowly, of course, with her flicking her tail a little too high when leaving the breakfast table.

"Clean this up, pet."

Arctic gulped. He knew that he was supposed to be focusing but that flick of her tail had sent a waft of her sweet marehood floating towards him, though it dissipated through the air between them too swiftly for his liking. A flash of her folds, uncouth for a pony mare like her, glistened on show, but he still wasn't sure that he had seen what he had seen. It would not be unheard of for his mistress to be aroused so early in the day, of course, though it was hard to justify any exact reason why.

He brushed it off. The view had been nice but anything more than that he had to have been his imagination.

Still, Fluttershy was relentless. She directed him to take his supplements mid-morning, the ones that helped keep his natural abilities to replenish the seed in his nuts more swiftly than any other pony in tip-top shape, but he did not know that there was something else in the mix. A little aphrodisiac here and there did no harm but the stallion did not understand at all why his gut was tingling, aching and throbbing back in his hind end so swiftly after taking his supplement.

"Um... Mistress?"

Fluttershy put on a frown, though even she had trouble hiding the amusement dancing in her eyes.

"No, not now, pet. I'm busy."

She was not busy, not really, not anything that she could not put down. Brushing a new feline was always a tricky thing but the gorgeous little kitty was purring and rubbing against her so softly that she doubted she was going to be a problem at all. Soon enough, she'd have a new home for the tortoiseshell cat, but Arctic, yes... He was going to have to wait until she could give him her attention.

Yet, he could not. Or, rather, his body could not wait for her. Arctic fidgeted and whined, trying to look anywhere but at her as every scent outside in Fluttershy's garden tugged at his nostrils. Still, not even freshly cut grass could possibly overpower the scent of mare, his sheath thickening and swelling as his shaft pushed within it, the tip showing lightly.

He didn't want to think about it, not when he had not been ordered, but it was as if his mistress knew just what was going on, glancing over at just the right-wrong time with her eyes dropping to his plump sheath.

"Oh, pet... You can't always have your cock out. Good pets know when to keep that hidden!"

Arctic whined. He was a good pet, wasn't he? But his mistress was just as quick to punish as she was to reward when the mood so pleased her, adding another collar to his neck over the locking one with her cutie mark tag that never left his neck. That was a posture collar, uncomfortable to wear at best, something that kept his head up and in place, not even able to turn it back and forth.

"This will control where you're looking, pet. Now everypony will know that you can't keep your eyes straight unless you are controlled."

Arctic's cheeks burned with humiliation but there was still more to come, the game on, as Fluttershy went about her business, expecting him to keep pace with her and take on any and all chores she had for him. But he couldn't help it, couldn't help himself, grunting softly, trying to restrain himself, for he always seemed to be looking at his mistress, regardless of just where she placed him. Her under-tail begged his attention, those plump, ripe folds of her marehood, and he tried to avert his gaze even as she tapped him around the head with one feathered wing.

"Pet! Pay attention!"

Thus, he was forced to look at her, how her lips were parted, his mistress sitting in just the position so that her udders were on show. They were not generally large, except when she had taken something or used magic from her friends to allow lactation, but they were thick and full, his eyes unable to help locking onto them.

"Not that kind of attention!"

It was still every last bit the kind of attention that she wanted, as much as she was toying with him, playing with him, breaking him down, slowly, so slowly. His cock pushed out a little more, though her tone never usually affected him that badly, fleshing out more and more as she teased and taunted him. After that second instance, she added a crupper under his tail, linking it to his collar and making it so that he could not pin his tail down again if he tried. It dug into his dock, the pegasus swallowing hard, trying to gulp down his shame to the best of his ability.

She didn't care. All she cared about was seeing him struggle, giving him a glimpse of her udders again just to see his cock thicken again. She forced his head down into a pet bowl for lunch, not allowing him to eat off his small table even, though lunch was usually an affair that they would share as equals.

"If all you are going to act like is a pet, that is where you shall stay, pet."

It was not even his usual food and Arctic whimpered, eating the mush of food without complaint. It pushed around his mouth, tingling there oddly on his tongue, his taste buds...feeling strange. Very strange. It looked like dog food, though he didn't want to think of that, as long as it was all suitable for his vegetarian stomach. His mistress would never give him anything that would hurt him. Maybe things would be better after he had some more food in his belly.

The aphrodisiac in the food, however, went to work quickly, twisting and turning within his gut, absorbed quickly, Mistress Shy keeping a close eye on him. His cock beaded with pre-cum and the pegasus mare smiled softly. It was working and he hadn't noticed a thing - well, not enough to stop him from shifting his weight and devouring the food obediently all the same.

He was a good pet really... But she didn't have to be the one to tell him that, not ever.

Yet his shaft never seemed to retract fully, his mistress taking him out to the market on a leash as yet another punishment. She didn't always take him out in public as obviously her pet but pretty much everypony in Ponyville knew what he was and who he was owned by. They didn't mind, not considering that his consent had been clearly put, though that did not make it any less humiliating for him, with how he was displayed.

"He must have done something bad..."

"Oooh, maybe I should punish my husband like that next time!"

Arctic quailed, though there was something in those prying eyes that had him hardening again, his eyes fixed on his mistress, those perfect flanks. She looked like she was posing for him but that could not be so, the curve of her hindquarters drawing his eye.

His cock thickened, pushing out more than before, nearly all the way hard.

"Getting hard in public now, pet?"

Her steely tone cut through him and he whimpered as she forced a set of metal hobbles around his hind legs, tucked between his fetlocks with a short length of chain. It was not quite as restrictive as a spreader bar but kept him slow and shuffling where she could see him, his shaft, tenaciously, refusing to soften.

She had him sample a drink behind a tent, scowling and shaking her head.

"This will calm you, pet. I must ensure you do not embarrass me in future."

Of course, that was the exact opposite of what she was going for as, on ingestion of the potion, his cock hardened to his full length, thick and throbbing. It could not be hidden, not out there in public, desperate and groaning, his tongue pushing out as he panted like a dog. He could not even stop his tail from lifting as Fluttershy gasped in shock (mock shock, though he didn't know that) and stalked off with her head held high to find a suitable tool with which to discipline him.

Whipping him in semi-public was not her usual style but a walking stick formed out of a cane, was a suitable enough implement for her to punish him without breaking a sweat. Yet the potion that she had given him had his hide prickling and tingling, every strike of that cane over his rump and the backs of his legs making him jump and jolt, sent straight to his nuts. It was not even pain as he moaned out loud, little more than lust on legs, his cock hard and throbbing, though not quite yet drooling pre-cum.

His mistress was furious, leaving long, red welts on his hind end. They were not enough, no, not enough, as she swore to Celestia that she'd see him walk home like a colt-whore if he could not keep himself under control, locking a cock ring onto him. With that band in place, locked around the neck of his sack too to keep it in place, he couldn't even soften if he wanted to, panting wildly, his eyes wide as if he could not close them either.

No... No, he wanted to obey her, wanted to be a good pet, but he just couldn't. His eyes wandered too much and he stumbled over his own hooves as he fought to keep up with her, other ponies more in the know than him pointing and giggling at his situation. Yet every bit of it was his fetish, his inclination, why he had submitted and given in to his mistress in the first place. It made him harder than ever and his cock jerked and slapped up against his stomach as he was paraded all the way home, his mistress adding something more when she thought that he was not trying to do what he was there to do at any point.

"Keep up."

A pair of blinkers, narrowing his range of vision.

"No drooling."

From his cock and his lips, of course. That warranted another set of hobbles around his front hooves, not just the hind.

"No thrusting."

He was horny, relentless, mindless even though he kept right on putting one hoof in front of the other. That was the most humiliating of all, a butt plug shoved up under his tail as he passed the Ponyville post office, others gasping and laughing, pointing out just how easily his tight tail hole flexed open to accept the toy. He took it so easily that no one could have denied that he was her pony-pet, a submissive colt who was only there to please his mistress and his mistress alone. There was nothing else that he could possibly have a use for, after all, not when his mistress dominated every aspect of his life and more.

The afternoon and evening... They were not any better than how the morning had begun. As much as he tried to concentrate, back in the relative privacy of her cottage and gardens, he could not. He spilt seed when going out to feed the birds and she pinned him down, grinding on his muzzle, forcing him to wear her essence. The mixed juices and sexual fluids had soaked into his coat, making it matted and sticky, never fully drying as much as he wanted it to, the smell cloying and yet something that a part of him wanted too.

His work too, as she put him to work, made him slick with sweat, not allowing anything to run off him, hopelessly matted and used, his tail hanging from the point of his dock, which was pushed up high. Strands of hair clung to the strong yet velvety part of his tail-dock and even his tail-star was marked with a mare's juices, Fluttershy's arousal clinging to him, a sensation that he could not forget in any way.

Not that she would let that happen, of course.

Yet Fluttershy would not deny that her arousal too had grown through watching him grow more and more aroused, stumbling over himself to please her when there was nothing else he could do but to fail. She'd set him up well and she panted open-mouthed, sunshine glancing off her smiling lips, pinning him down and back into the ground as she humped and rode his muzzle to her ultimate delight.

"Please me, pet... But you better not be getting any pleasure from this! This is for your mistress, not you!"

How could he not be hard and ready when his muzzle was buried under her tail, taking in her sweet, honey essence? Arctic's head swirled and pounded but he could not say, could not move, on his back out in the garden where, truthfully, anyone could have walked by at any time and he would have been powerless to stop them from seeing. Did all Ponyville know about his debasement by then? Oh, he didn't want to consider it, grunting and groaning slurping up into the deliciously wet folds of her succulent sex, which twitched and pulled around his muzzle.

His mistress knew just how to demand more without saying anything at all and there was a big part of him that lusted for that too, his cock throbbing, his mistress mocking him, poking at it with a look of complete and utter disgust on her face.

"Honestly, pet... This really will not do. You have me sounding like Rarity here and all because you have not pleased me!"

Arctic shuddered. How could he do such a thing as to not please her? All he wanted to be, all that he wanted to do, was to be her good pet pony, her slave-pony, everything that his mistress could have wanted him to be and more. He whimpered into her sex, his head foggier and foggier with lust, though pleasing her cunny was a self-fulfilling prophecy for there was no way that he could not become aroused with her juices sliding over his muzzle, so slick and so delicious. He could have spent all day down there under her if he had ever been allowed, though it helped a little when his nose was shoved up into the musk of her dock and the pucker of her tail hole.

It seemed like entirely the wrong place to be doing such a dirty deed, Fluttershy's head thrown back as she moaned and bore down on his tongue, forcing him to rim her, to eat out her pony doughnut in the dirtiest and most carnal of ways. It excited him but differently, turning Arctic's stomach into knots, the pegasus stallion sprawled flat on the ground, weak under the power of her.

"That's it...pet... All of this, all the time. You need to learn how to be a good boy again, don't you?"

Yes, yes, yes... He thought dimly. Yes, he would be a good pony for her, the best piss-pony slut, anything at all that his mistress wanted him to be. It almost didn't matter what he did for her, cock throbbing and aching, thick pre-cum still drooling even if she was set on taking her pleasure from him at that moment, only that he was there for her, to serve her. His tongue wormed into her tail hole and teased deliciously up against the sensitive flesh inside, Arctic inhaling her light musk, the noticeably light sweat around her hindquarters, her dock, even the insides of her legs. After a day, a pony could not help but be a little sweaty if they did anything more than sit around all day daintily sipping tea (that was more Rarity's scene than Fluttershy's, as busy as Rarity was with her multiple businesses). He didn't mind that. He didn't mind it one bit when it meant that he could spend even more time with his mistress, moaning into her backside, slurping away, serving her in any way that she pleased.

It was a distraction but not quite the right kind of one, his tail hole feeling tight as if there was something stuffed in there, aggravating his old scars. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he think straight anymore? Some things no longer made sense as Mistress Shy rolled her hips down against his muzzle, grinding on him, forcing him to sway between rimming her and eating out her cunny, tongue wriggling wherever it was bid to go. It was not for him to say what his mistress did to him, after all, only to serve her time after time again.

"Be better, pet... Or else there will be punishments."

She squealed, climaxing on his muzzle, her hooves bearing down into the grass as she half-bucked and forced herself down on him again and again, only intent and caring for her pleasure. Of course, that was the way of a mistress, coating his muzzle in her fluids, the slickness of them lingering as his beautifully light and yielding coat was stained.

"Don't lick it off, pet. I'd be very disappointed, even more so, if you did."

Arctic shuddered.

"Yes, Mistress Shy. Anything for you, Mistress Shy."

His cock throbbed, agreeing and disagreeing at the same time.

Still, wearing her juices was both punishment and another nuance that pushed him on to further heights of arousal. How could he ever have been expected to control himself when her scent so warmly enveloped him? Arctic groaned out loud and shook his head, though he knew better than to tell his mistress that that was something that he could not do, he could not behave. He wanted so badly to be good for her, behaving for her, though every tiny indiscretion was met with a punishment that he simply could not hold in.

He could barely get to her to serve dinner, but he was unsatisfactory, of course. There was no way that he could carry a tray of food without scattering it everywhere, whimpering and whining, cowering on the carpet to the extent that his hobbled hooves allowed him to. None of the bondage had come off, not so far, as she towered over him, her wrath building, an angel of death and doom as she scowled darkly. The look did not suit her sweet muzzle, even though he had seen just how fearsome she could look in the midst of a beating or worse.

"Pet... This time you have gone too far!"

No dinner for him, except more of a drink that she said was enough to sustain him. All it seemed to do for Arctic, however, was worsen his state, panting heavily by her side as she prepared her own meal, the pony-pet stuffed with a vibrating butt plug that kept him on the edge constantly. He gulped it down, behaving as he knew she wanted him to, though he had to chug the fluid to keep himself from spilling it. Still, a few drops marked his muzzle, automatically scooped up by his tongue. He didn't realise that his mistress was watching his every move in his sexual distress.

Mistress Shy cast him a glance out of the corner of her eye, pretending not to notice his predicament, how he twisted and wriggled and squirmed on the wooden floorboards of the cottage, not even allowed to sit on a rug. That would have been too kind to him, yes, when she was trying to push his limits, push him beyond anything that she might have thought possible for him before. The potion she'd added to his drink that was his dinner would supply him all the nutrients needed, of course, but it contained a more potent aphrodisiac still that was tangled up in the need to be stimulated. In effect, the stimulation from his butt plug and the cock ring combined forced the aphrodisiac to double in potency, setting his skin tingling, burning, need rising tenfold.

But he had to be a good pony, he had to have restraint. He had to do what his mistress wanted of him.

Arctic licked his lips, the drink having left an oddly gritty feel on them. Was that something that he normally had? Gasping and panting, he could barely keep himself quietly under control, grinding down into the floor just to get a drop extra sensation from the butt plug, with whirred and rattled down into the floorboards as it buzzed and buzzed and buzzed. Arctic grunted, cock forcing out pre-cum despite his predicament, everything that she did to him designed to burn through the restraint of his mind in commanding his body.

"Ohhh... Mmmph... Sorry, Mistress."

Her eyes snapped onto him, a scowl on her lips. He would have quailed if his body had not already been locked in position, eyes strained and wide, desperation lining the tension of his muscles.

"Saying "sorry" isn't good enough pet!"

He'd have no relief, not that night, her dominant cruelty stretching to peaks that he had not thought she would ever go to, though merely the act of thinking was more and more difficult for the stallion. His cock was kept in such a state that he could neither soften nor ejaculate, the cock ring putting pressure on just the right spot to stop him from getting off, trapping blood all where it was needed, in his dick, the band around his balls proved to be not simply to keep it in place but able to be tightened too, almost like a humbler, though it could be adjusted in or out, putting his hugely swollen nuts on full display. Not that they were easy to hide as they normally were, bigger than those of any normal stallion, grossly overloaded at all times. It was the best state in which Mistress Shy liked to keep him.

That night, as punishment, he was forced to sleep in a cage, not at the foot of her bed. It was not where he belonged, not where he wanted to be as her adoring pony-pet, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He couldn't remember what he'd done to warrant that punishment, everything blurring into one, though he thought that it might have been because he had been so lust-stricken that he had not even been able to lap and please her adequately. Or had he not drunk her piss correctly like a good piss-pony? Had it been applying her hoof-polish? Drawing her bath?

It was impossible to know.

Continued in part two...