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Punished for Her Pleasure

Part Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

Continued from part one...

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The next day did not dawn any better for him, grinding and humping, thrusting his cock out against the bars of his cage, regardless of how restrictive his imprisonment in there was. As much as Arctic wanted to shove his cock all the way through the bars, it was simply too big for that, bowing up against the metal as he whimpered and whined, barely able to get words out through the sheer, raw depth of his need.

"P-p-please..." He stuttered, tongue dry and stuck to the roof of his mouth, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. "I need... Need to... Mistress..."

It could not be denied, not even then, but Mistress Shy faked shock and disgust, holding her hoof over her lips so that he would not see her amusement at his predicament. Just how far could she push him? He was so far gone right then and there that she doubted he would even notice any more obvious ploys at forcing him into punishment. There was, however, only one way to find out on that count.

She dragged him out and re-set his bondage for the day, a hood covering his head for the morning. Of course, he still had to go about his chores with a fat, stallion-cock shaped dildo rammed up under his tail, aggravating the old scar with how it had been forced in with barely any lube. She wasn't trying to hurt him, not that time, only humiliate him, break him down, see just how far she could push him before he... Well, Mistress Shy didn't really know what happened at the end of it all, but she was most certainly keen to find out. A pony like her didn't carry on through the soft and simple day to day without a little excitement to keep her on her hooves!

The hood was only the start of it as he stumbled around, managing to work his way through breakfast, though he was not permitted any himself. She fed him through a tube, letting the nutrients flow straight into his belly along with another hefty dose of aphrodisiac. It was too much for him, to be fair, his cock hard and wanton, not even slipping back into his sheath for the day. The blindfold part of the hood was lowered so that he could not even see, hooked up to something in the living room, his hooves all locked apart, hinds with a spreader bar between them, fetlocks all shackled to the floor with thick, heavy O-rings. Chains linked them, shortly, to the manacles around each fetlock, ensuring he could not move an inch, clamping his fetlocks down. His back hooves had to be kept wider, far apart, for her access to his nuts and tail hole, the abuse he faced, lovingly and willingly, as her pet pony.

Arctic groaned, seeing nothing, his balls aching. So much... So needy... Would he ever feel like he had free thought ever aching with need coursing through in such a way?

"Quiet, pet... This will drain your need for the time being."

Alas, Fluttershy had "made a terrible mistake"! She was not draining his balls to help him out, the heaving orbs rolling and sagging, his body producing too much seed with all the magical potions she'd fed him, all to see just how far a stallion's arousal could be pushed. Not everything happened slowly, only a centimetre or so added to his nuts from the first failed climax, Arctic humping and grinding, whimpering helplessly. Something was wrong, something was very wrong, but he was hopelessly bound, her little slut there to do with as she willed.

Another failed climax, his nuts aching, another few centimetres plumping them up, his sack sagging more and more heavily. She massaged his nuts with a hoof when she came back to check on him, admiring his quick progress.

"You're doing so well, pet..."

In a way, he was. He had already borne through more than she had thought he could, which was impressive in itself. Fluttershy even took a moment to refresh him with a drink but, of course, that was laced with a sweet-tasting potent aphrodisiac too, though it was so sweet that he gulped it all down without thinking, murmuring his thanks for the refreshing drink. Wasn't it kind of her to offer that to him? Yes, yes... His mistress good to him, a squealing gasp heralding the rise of another failed orgasm, his balls throbbing, aching, swelling another five centimetres, though he could not see how big they were. Not yet heavy enough to brush the carpet, that would come in time but that would by no means be the extent of his growth that day.

They grew with every hour that passed, large enough to scrape on the ground as he walked, yet Arctic was well enough used to moving with them, even if the brush was still too much for him even then. The stallion snorted and rolled his eyes, but he had nothing to escape from, his nuts as large as beach balls, though it was harder for Mistress Shy to judge the size as they started to squash out to the sides of his body. The pump of cum within them, swirling and pounding... Arctic's eyes rolled, unseeing, darkness closing in around him through the mask. It was too much, everything was too much.

Still, they bloated out, squashing beyond his body, his underbelly squeezing down against him, even them feeling as if they were trapped and pinned in place, the surrounding area too small, so small. Were they going to blow up as they did when he was truly inflated too? Fear stirred in his heart, but it was hard to even worry about that as broken pleasure mingled with strain, pressure closing in on him from all sides, a cloying, clawing embrace that could not be mistaken for anything else.

Desire. It was potent, more so than anything, but Mistress Shy was crooning to him even as he whimpered, tried to tell her of his predicament, tipping his head back for another drink that made his mouth tingle and his grasp on reality fuzzier than ever.

He had not realised what she had been doing to him in their living area, the machine locked around his cock not even noticeable, pumping away. All that Arctic could focus on was the aching need, how his cock tried to twitch and flex, tried to bounce up against his own stomach. There was nothing that his body could do to hold back, wanting more, craving it, grunting thickly, losing all sense of himself in a moment that was not his own.

It had been meant to milk his balls without allowing him true orgasm...but all it did was make him needier and needier, his nuts aching, churning, hips rocking even as he shakily tried to cling onto the moment, to keep his sanity. Fluttershy had had him dressed in a full latex suit and a hood that allowed him to see, at least, though his cock was still out and there was no simple suit that would both allow him to move and keep his heaving, swollen nuts contained. That was something that would simply have to come at another time.

The pulse of it, oh... Oh, he leaned into it, unable to see, turning his head lightly back and forth, craving something, everything, something. He needed a moment for himself but there was no way to take anything at all back for himself, not then, not ever again. He tried to thrust, his hind hoof stomping, but he did not feel he could even lash or flick his tail with how high it was pulled.

Things should have been easier there, at least a little, the draining relieving...but it was not. It could not be with how his mistress had set it up, Arctic whimpering and running his tongue around his mouth helplessly, unable to open it with the securing latex hood, thrusting, grinding. More... Maybe he'd get a little more sensation if only he tried a little more, thrusting a little harder? He could hope but, oh, his hopes had been so very hopeless of late. Maybe it was better to give in, to forget, to sink, to be the submissive little slut that his mistress in charge wanted him to be.

He shook himself in his bondage, panting and heaving, his sides rolling out through the latex suit, though that was by means of his breath alone. It was so tight, so restrictive, not even able to move his hooves. He didn't know the full extent of his bondage with the hood limiting his vision, allowing him to see only a small sliver, and, somehow, that was more erotic than even knowing everything that was happening. His mistress could steal away his vision by covering the small vision-holes too, which were like looking through a faded screen, muddying and distorting his kinky world further. Sight could be taken from him as she pleased, always as she pleased. Fear tickled at him, a cold chill nipping at his spine, yet the pony was in no position to push back against her, head swirling, need spinning.

His cock ached, a fake orgasm rolling through him, though he did not feel the pleasure, only the sensation of his cum moving down his cum-tube and then back again, backing up into his swollen, grotesquely overfilled nuts, telling him what was happening. It was not orgasm and neither was it a true milking but a reverse one of sorts, the sort of one that made him whimper and moan and rock his hips.

Oh, how he wanted that release, the scent of her thick in his nose, taking in heady breath after breath in stallion-like, puffing snorts that wouldn't truly get him anywhere. Just what did Arctic think would help him in that case? He had to try to bear through, try not to think of how his nuts churned, able to feel the cum weighing them down, forcing his sack to stretch to accommodate them as they inflated with the sheer volume of cum forced back into them.

It was too much but still not enough, not enough in any way as he whimpered and stomped, head spinning while he was trapped in place. The hood kept him silent, blindfolded, but he didn't even know if he was alone there. Would it have been better if Mistress Shy had been watching him? There was no way for Arctic to say.

Regardless of everything, he could still taste her and smell her on his muzzle, the fog of lust growing ever-thicker as the hood slipped off, revealing bright daylight - or at least the kind of light that was cast into the living room.

He swayed, breathing heavily, eyes unfocused. The scent of her confused his senses, making his milking even worse as Mistress Shy frowned at the "full" containers, though there was not really semen in them, only to Arctic's eye. He gulped and panted but his mistress had freed his head from the hood for a reason, taking advantage of him, using and abusing in the best of ways or the worst of ways, depending on how one looked at it.

He blinked at the containers, not understanding. But he'd felt his cum going back into his nuts, not coming...out... What did that mean? None of it made sense, not as his stomach gurgled, every part of his body aching, his balls churning, wanting to spend a load that simply never seemed destined to come out again. Nothing matched up as he was forced to see the containers, his mistress swapping them out for another and yanking his head around so that he couldn't see what she'd hooked up. He didn't need to see the empty containers not filling, after all, furthering distorting his perception of reality.

"Here, pet..."

She giggled deviously and Arctic flinched from the sound. That was not a good sound, not the kind of sound that promised good things for him, only good things for his mistress. But that was a good thing as the machine pulsed and flexed around his cock, drawing it deep, massaging the length, Mistress shy rearing up onto her hind legs to expose her udders to him. There was only one thing he could do, belly aching, guts churning, his balls swelling and swelling... Yet he knew that it would only make things all the worse to lock his lips around her teats, one at a time.

"Mmph, yes, better, pet... Maybe there's hope for you yet. Think of me, only me, not your needs. Those don't matter anymore."

Yes... Yes, she was right. He could not resist the cream of her milk flooding into his muzzle, his world narrowing back to her, even though there was no longer either a hood or her favoured pair of blinkers to obscure his sight. He just saw her, knew her, wanted her. There was nothing else in the world for him, her milk flowing down his throat, pooling in his stomach. It was so sweet, so very sweet, so creamy, taking him away from reality, though the throbbing pulse and tug of the milking machine could not be denied.

It claimed him, took everything that he could have thought was still his own as a pony-pet from him. The throb and the pull of it over his cock, the flesh rippling. Dimly, he wondered just how it would look, the machine pulsing around him, how his flesh tugged, the head of his cock flaring. Would it be constantly flared or soften between "loads" that took from him? Well, that would be the case if the cum there was actually flowing from his dick but, well, he knew just where that was going, even if nothing about it made sense.

Was his mistress...toying with him?

Grunting, Arctic shook his head, her teats pulled from his lips as she surveyed him through the milk dribbling from the corners of his hips, hopelessly hers. His bondage, what locked him down to the ground only, fell away.

What was she planning?

"Come now."

What had he done to deserve that? He tried to say something as she ushered him out into the garden, a crop cradled in the crook between her hoof and her fetlock, but Fluttershy did not allow him to stop or speak. A gag would take care of that.

"Pet..."

Her eyes narrowed and Arctic blinked, pulling back ever so slightly. What was wrong? Had he been staring again? Despite everything he was locked into, the band around his cock forcing him to remain hard, there was still a drop of pre-cum drooling lustfully from the head of his cock, begging for attention even then. There was no blindfold and her garden stretched out before him - then the gate and beyond, onto the path that led into the heart of the village.

"Unnff!"

He started and grunted, fighting it. He didn't know, could not go that far - but Arctic was not under his own control.

"Pet. Turn back to the path."

He couldn't. He wouldn't. He had no will to obey.

Thus, she would make him. Forcing him down, she pinned his head to the path and squatted over him, the hood peeled back. If he'd thought it would be difficult to walk out and about with her juices marking his muzzle again, her piss was another matter as she let out a sigh of relief.

"That's better... Maybe this will put you in line, pet."

Of course, she knew that it wouldn't. It would have been boring for her if it had as she let him reek of her piss, splattering it all over his head, letting it soak into his mane, his forelock. Fluttershy even flexed her hocks more to lower her hind end even more, smearing the slicker juices from her pussy all over his muzzle, grinding in her urine so that he would have to scrub and scrub to get the most carnal of her scents out.

"Take it all in, pet... You little slut-pony, this is where you belong. This is what bad pets get. And you're a bad pet for displeasing me."

No... No, that could not be. He couldn't be bad, she just turned him on so much, his cock throbbing, aching, twitching and jerking back and forth, the veins lining it bulging where he had never honestly noticed them before. Even the medial ring seemed fatter as she smeared her piss into him, grinding her cunt down over his muzzle, his ears, soaking his forelock and his mane. No drop went to waste as it trickled down his muzzle, even into the curves of his nostrils, used and abused.

Yet it was not to end just yet.

"A little spell too, pet."

Fluttershy grinned, releasing the stopper on a potion bottle that allowed the gaseous magic to float free, sparking off, Arctic's skin tingling under the latex suit. It felt wrong but she doused the rest of his body in her urine, her bladder evidently magically full, the suit gleaming and then...

Wetness. Arctic shuddered. He felt wet where there should have been no wetness to be had, the suit tight and restricting and still more clinging than it even had been before. With his mistress' giggle, he jolted in shock, realising just how the magic had allowed her piss to "soak" through the latex, allowing fluids in but not out. A one-way system designed to humiliate and soak him in her reeking, strongly scented urine for hours upon hours on end.

"You don't deserve to go out without everypony here knowing what a piss-pony you are, pet. But isn't this how you want to be? You disobeyed me, after all, so you must want punishing so very severely..."

He didn't know about that, only feeling the hot gush of urine splattering over him, soaking in, matting up his coat so that it filled out the suit. Some pooled around his crotch, swilling around his latex-covered nuts as he lay on his back, though his cock got a dose straight from her urethra, her back end pressed down to his shaft, grinding over it, making him all the needier. Even without the cock ring in place, he would have been so hard and desperate for her, the smear of her piss and sexual fluids too much for even him to bear.

The aroma of it all combined even as the suit bloated a little and pooled in all the wrong places, his head falling back, only there for her, always for her. She could use him however she liked, his tail soaked and clinging where it had been encased too, though no one cared for the comfort of a piss-pony like him, punished, disobedient, needing that punishment.

He had to show her how sorry he was for disobeying her.

He licked his lips, whimpering and whining, even then trying to drink down her piss. It came with a bitter, acrid taste that lingered and clung to the back of his mouth, but it may as well have been the nectar of the gods to a pony in his current state. Arctic grunted and nickered but Fluttershy had no more "punishment" for him and his swollen balls, jerking her head to direct him up again as if there was nothing else for him there.

"Up. Pet. Now."

It did not bloat out his suit as he stood on shaky legs, but soaked deeply into him, marking him, though he could not speak for just how the potion worked. He didn't have the sense of mind to even wonder as his head hung, breathing in the scent of piss over and over again. It squelched into his fur as the suit clung uncomfortably to him, feeling as if it was sliding over his piss-soaked coat even while he moved. It saturated his coat perfectly, displaced as he shifted his weight, though he felt it most strongly around the base of his sheath, cock and around his nuts, the squishing sensation sending a shiver down his spine.

"There will be more punishments if you do not please me, pet. You have an order for the animals to carry home for me. So, do try to be pleasing."

Thus, before the eyes of everypony in the town, he was forced to walk slowly, so very slowly, through Ponyville there and home again, a pile of supplies on his back, stacked up in crates. His cock was on show and he knew that was wrong - but it was wrong because his mistress had put it there? That didn't make sense, the pony's mind foggy with lust, others whispering, pointing.

His suit clung wetly in the reek of piss to his body, his hood back in place, though it allowed him to see only so that he could walk, allowing his muzzle free too so that it could be used. Oh, he had no illusions about that. And everyone knew how far he had fallen, his complete humiliation sinking lower than he had ever thought was possible.

"If you let even a single box fall, I will punish you again."

He knew the consequences of his actions and yet he could not help himself. Arctic could not have explained it, lifting his wings in a desperate, vain attempt to balance the boxes on his back, but he felt empty without something under his tail. It was not a sensation that he wanted usually, only when his mistress deemed him fit to take a toy or her strap-on cock...but something in him had fallen so twisted that he could not help it.

Thus, he looked, he turned, only wanting to adore her with his eyes, panting with the hood over his face and leaving his muzzle and eyes open. It had the end effect, his boxes toppling to the ground as Fluttershy growled - a feral, rough sound that came up from deep in the back of her throat.

"That's it! There's no more of this now, no more!"

There was no softening of "pet" for him that time as he was dragged off into an outbuilding, some little shed and shack that perhaps had once been attached to some business. It was the perfect spot, however, for a beating, his mistress smacking him with the riding crop, laying into his balls even as she bore him down to the ground. His legs were not strong enough to keep his body up as he collapsed onto his own cock and balls, that sensation too much as his shaft spurted and drooled, the band tighter and tighter. It could not hold off forever.

Fluttershy took the one box that was hers out of all the ones that he had carried, revealing a thick length of silicone dildo. It was new, that much was certain, but she wasn't about to help him along at all as she forced it up under his tail without any lube.

"This is what pets get when they disobey!"

He reeked of her piss, his forelock showing in the holes in the mask around his eyes. His tail-star throbbed with pain. Her juices were in his mouth, cloying under his tongue. His head spun. Was it pleasure or was it pain? Was there any way to tell anymore? There was no telling one feeling from another, coursing through, colliding into each other.

Every spurt of pre-cum from his aching shaft brought another restriction, something more to punish him. He had to drag himself home, practically, in a cart and harness: the only thing left that would carry all of the items that she suddenly needed, parading him all over town. There were blinkers but she yanked the reins attached to the bit gag in his mouth back and forth, sawing his head from side to side so that he was forced to look at every mare around.

"Don't stare."

Impossible. It couldn't be done. She pressed a remote control, the dildo strapped up under his tail inflating every time she depressed the button. The mares... Oh, he couldn't stop looking at them all! They were not any more beautiful than his mistress, but they were all dressed so provocatively, little skirts drawing attention to their hind ends, their thick, shapely legs.

He stared, he drooled, his cock throbbed. The button was pressed and pressed, forcing the toy stretching his anal passage to inflate and inflate. It was too big for him, much too big, but had no say in it, striving to break into a trot even as Lyra flirted and flicked her tail up for him.

"You can spare me a look, cutie..."

He groaned, the toy so big rammed up under his tail that it interfered with his motion, knees clunky, trying to jerk himself onward, homeward. Obeying his mistress was all that mattered as the sexy mares were paraded before him, smelling so sweet, his nostrils flaring, sucking in breath after needy breath, every last one ripe with their delicious aroma. It seemed to sift through the distance between them, flowing straight to his nostrils, though he did not see the spells that carried it there. He only felt the effect of her punishments, how he heaved, his cock throbbing, the band tightening. It even pulsed and sent tiny shocks through his dick, punishing him for every glance, every lingering look, pressure coming from all sides, straining and bulging, the skin around his nuts stretched practically to the point where they felt they were going to burst.

"Here, ladies... It seems that his new suit needs marking too. He deserves this."

Arctic whimpered. What had he done that time? Fluttershy smacked his backside, eyes dancing.

"More punishment for more looks, pet... If you can't control yourself, I shall control you."

The mares lined up, though it was hard for him to recognise them. Pinkie Pie...yes...maybe...Nurse Redheart, Lyra again, Lightning Dust, even Rainbow Dash? He definitely caught her mane, but the mares all backed up to him, one by one, pissing on him, coating him with their urine, grinding back on him to make sure that every last drop of it went where it was best deserved.

"Filthy piss-pony whore."

"Should have done better for your mistress."

"You've disappointed her."

"You reek!"

"Does my cunny make you horny?"

Arctic grunted, turning his head back and forth, standing still, his legs buckled. He pretty much rested on his huge cock and balls by that point, letting them support him where they would have otherwise been dragged around behind him. Nurse Redheart backed up to his nuts and made sure that she covered them completely in her piss, grinding on them, moaning out loud.

"Ohhhhh!"

She climaxed on them, forcing his arousal even higher, eyes rolling, not that anyone was paying attention to that part of him. No, they were more interested in the parts that they could abuse, laughing and mocking him, poking his nuts, squeezing and groping them.

"Look how big they've gotten... My, oh, my, he must have been such a disobedient pet!"

"You're doing the right thing, Fluttershy. Bad pets need training."

Was that Rarity? He recognised the tone but there were no gentle words to be had from the Fashionista as she shoved her pussy into his muzzle, forcing him to eat her out even as his tongue automatically wet to work. More jets of piss, as if they were forcing it out at greater pressure and volume, hit his sides, making him feel as if he didn't know which direction it was coming from at any time, though he was aware, vaguely, that the earlier potion had worn off. It was no longer soaking through the suit but staining and marking the outside, a dose of humiliation that had him quaking where he cowered, balls pulsing.

Oh... Oh, they'd never ached that badly before. It was wrong how much he wanted it, trying to slurp into Rarity's sex, though her folds pushing around his tongue felt strange, almost as if he was not present in the moment. His heartbeat seemed to throb at the same rate as his pulsing nuts, aching and itching, strange sensations colliding into one another.

His mind confused it even as Rarity climaxed on his muzzle, another mare taking her place, one with a cream back end and a blue and pink tail held high over his piss-soaked head. One changed over for another as he grunted, pushing on, hips rolling, rocking forward, driven without his command as if someone was controlling him with magic. Yet magic was no greater control than what his mistress held over him, watching him the whole time, ensuring that her pet was getting the public humiliation that he deserved.

"You shouldn't stare at mares on the street!"

He didn't know who that was, but they had a voice as sharp as a whip and a little raspy too as if there was a strike of lightning dashing through the air at the same time. She was familiar... But he did not care, could not care, her hot piss streaming down his nuts as he was pushed so hard against the mare in front of him that his nose practically disappeared into her sex. She moaned, appearing to like it, bucking and grinding on his muzzle to her ultimate orgasm, painting him with another dose of mare-juices while the others laughed and pointed.

The stream of piss running over his swollen nuts, however, was a marking of the lightning-like mare that had claimed him in another way, dominating him, putting him in his place. The piss streamed and streamed down his balls, making them gleam, shiny and lustful, though he knew that he was still where he belonged, as much as a pit of snakes curdled and twisted into one another in the tuck of his gut.

Was he where he belonged? Was he doing the right thing? Arctic wasn't sure, his muzzle presented to a tail hole that he rimmed and plundered with his tongue, cheeks heating up. But no one cared about him, the pony-pet who was being punished, his mask making him appear even further distanced from their reality as he whimpered and groaned.

No whips, no pain, but that was not the point of it. It was the strain in his growing balls, practically swelling more and more with every passing minute, with every splatter of piss that marked his nuts, his fat cock. Every failed orgasm backed up and up, even pushing his legs a little off the ground as he wobbled helplessly, though he could still just about get his hooves under him to walk, if he had to. Whether or not he had to while his mistress was punishing him was another question.

Of course, that part of his punishment had all been set up the night before by Mistress Shy, tripping him up at every opportunity to make him so hard and horny that even his will to obey her was overcome by his rampant horniness.

It was a splash of hot piss and desire that he did not deserve. Even that urine was more arousing than humiliating, despite everything, a grunt and a groan in the back of his throat. He was supposed to hate it, to twist away from being a piss-pony, reeling in disgust, but his cock jerked and rolled forward in a thrust, the cart clattering to his back, even as they soaked his dick in piss, droplets running down the length, marking it, showing everyone who cared to look what a slut he was for them, for his mistress. His length ached for release but there was none to come, too much stimulation pouring over him as punishment came from all sides, his mistress controlling it all.

"Come now, pet."

She didn't know how far to go, toying with him as much as she enjoyed herself, directing the mares to do as they wanted to him and to do what she wanted to him too, though they could have refused. Everyone enjoyed using her favourite pony-pet too much, however, to say no, flagging their tails high and grinding back on him while his head hung, making sure that their sexes and tail-stars squashed down onto him as they ground, marking him with another saucy twist of their lewd scent, showing everyone else just how far he'd fallen. It would last for weeks, the mares lusting for him, abusing him, knowing that he was the pony-slave of any mare in town that Shy wanted to whore him out to.

But he had to go with her, had to go...with Mistress Shy. Every step home warranted a punishment. The mares left at some point, leaving him with just Fluttershy, but she forced his nose down into a bowl of mushy food as soon as they entered the cottage again. He barely remembered how he'd gotten there, how the harness had been unstrapped from him, despite going there himself, taking one step after the other, finding his way home with his mistress mocking him for being so easy to turn on, how his obedience had slipped.

Continued in part three...