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Punished for Her Pleasure

Part Three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

Continued from part two...

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"Honestly, pet, I may just have to find another to show you just what comes of stallions that don't do a good job... You've been failing, fading and slacking."

The mushy food, not real food to him, was not enough to get his cock to soften, arousal rampant. Of course, it had contained the largest, most potent of all aphrodisiacs, though it was not as if he truly needed it right then! Even then, all Arctic could do was swing back around to her, desperate for something, anything, trying to mount, to hump and to grind. He needed it all desperately, a whimper on his lips.

"You stare. But you don't know how to please your mistress."

No more. No, he didn't know how to even do that anymore. He wasn't pleasing her and that warranted a punishment, something fitted to his cock, reverse milking him, giving him pleasure that only served to force his body to ejaculate - but straight back up into his nuts. It could not come out, of course, not with the cock ring in place, the one constant in his consensual abuse.

She pushed his limits, forcing her teats into his mouth and mocking him when his cock flexed and twitched.

"Can't control yourself? Pathetic, pet... This is why I need to punish you. You only bring it on yourself."

Maybe that was true, but the flow of her hormone-tainted and magic-infused milk only filled his belly in the most lustful of ways. His balls tingled and pulsed with every gulp of her milk, his throat working furiously to please her, only her, though it was not enough for him. He could do no more than what she told him, his world narrowing, forgetting even that anything else existed as his stomach bloated out and out and out and she growled at him for his fervent desire. She could do anything to him. His mistress owned him, dominated him, the pony grunting as his wings were bound, locked down, his muzzle stuffed with a cock-shaped dildo that rammed straight up into the back of his throat.

"This is just the start, piss-pony."

He reeked of it, sure, but he was not just a piss-pony slut. It was what he needed as she covered him with her urine, working her way over his body, though ensuring that his cock faced the most of it. It was the most humiliating of all, even more so than taking her urine down his throat, being treated as a toilet, but he still did it for her. Yet everything aroused him, even that, her marehood winking at him even as she faced away from him, bending over to ready a whip.

She spanked him, the stallion swaying, too caught up in lust to even move. All he knew was his mistress, how hot she was, her flanks calling him, the strikes raining down and meaning nothing as she bent him over and gave him hell. His bath earlier had been no different, cock protruding above the bubbles as he lowered his head, eyes always on her, swivelling in their sockets while his cock leaked and leaked, pre-cum even then backing up into his nuts.

Arctic groaned. The bench was no longer under him, but he didn't remember being dropped to the floor of the playroom. It didn't matter, the scent of her marehood pouring over him, impossible to deny. He needed it, craved it, wanted her, only her, only Fluttershy...

His bondage creaked. She lashed him down with more and more bondage and yet the strikes of her whips and canes brought rises of heat to him like nothing ever before. He groaned deep in the back of his throat, wanting release, having eyes only for her, though she did not blindfold him. The reasoning for that would never come to light as his tongue pushed out against the cock-shaped ball gag, desperate for anything, humping and grinding, his balls backing up more and more.

He was cumming but not, his seed inflating his nuts, pushing up his backside, the ropes with which she had heavily lashed him down to tie-off points in the floor of her dungeon strained taut. There was too much bondage there but even that made him want to thrust through it, the aching power of his cock straining for release, balls bulging obscenely as if they were about to burst. And through it all there was his mistress, standing over him, dominating in a latex dominatrix outfit that left nothing to the imagination and set off his mind in terrible, wonderful directions both at the same time.

"What is it, colt?" She scowled. "Cock got your tongue? I'll teach you to disobey..."

Alas, Fluttershy pushed it too far, far too far. She'd robbed the blood flow from his brain for too long, demoralising him to nothing more than a lust-crazed hunk of stallion, his balls aching, throbbing, even visibly pulsing with the raw, rampant desire behind them. She should never have expected her pet to retain some semblance of control over himself, drooling and slavering around the dildo-gag, the sounding rod crammed into his cock ensuring, even with the cock ring, that there was no way for him to either cum or relax.

The first rope snapped. And it was all downhill from there.

Fluttershy reeled in horror as her stallion's wings flared up, giving more power and strength than she could have ever imagined, breaking free, tearing away, rope after rope pinging off. From fetlocks to the base of his wings, they tangled like the shroud of a monster, his eyes raging with lustful intent, already in motion.

She couldn't react and Arctic crashed into her with a growl, twisting his head, a hoof wrenching the gag from his mouth. Yet it was not his mouth that he wanted to please right then and there but his cock, scrambling, the humping gyrations of his body too much for everything that she had locked him into. No one could have said quite how he did it, in the aftermath, but the cock ring and sounding rod came free, leaving his rampant cock drooling, spilling cum even in that moment, flowing out freely with nothing stopping it.

But that was not orgasm and that would not satisfy his lust as he pinned his screaming mistress to the floor and rammed into her cunt. It was a tight fit, it always was, but he could not accept anything less as he ground into her, humping savagely, taking her in a far more feral and raw fashion than he ever had before.

"Pet - get _off_me! You're in for it now, I'll - mmph!"

He pressed his hoof over her muzzle, though Arctic would never remember doing that as he gagged her, holding her tight. Half on the floor and half standing, he growled deep in the back of his throat as he thrust and thrust, single-minded with it, nothing else existing for him. A stallion who had been tormented as he had, of course, could not be held accountable for the end result, pleasure washing through him, his first orgasm blistering forth as his overfilled nuts sought to spill what had been backing up in there for two, lustily pain-filled days.

Fluttershy squirmed and fought but she hardly moved at all. He was bigger than her, more powerful than her, and his cock only wanted what it wanted. He slammed into her brutally, not even thinking of her pleasure, the shape of his cock slamming into her womb and forcing her inner barrier to accommodate him. He bulged out her abdomen as he thrust, more and more cum pouring into her, his entire manic thrusting encompassing one, huge orgasm, seed flowing into her body without any semblance of it being stopped.

She had no breath with which to complain, her body taking him even as the dominant party in her rebelled. Fury seethed and twisted and yet it felt good too, tickling a need deep inside her as he battered her into submission. The pounding force of her pony-pet, who was not so much a pet, was relentless, though his tag still jingled with every thrust, whipping back and forth as he hurled his body over hers. Her wings tried to pop up to push him off, but it was a futile, last-ditch attempt to get back control when her body, at least, had already given in to the stallion.

He thrust and thrust but a stallion in his state could not be held to task for missing. He drew back, still spurting, for an extra-long thrust, missing her cunt entirely and slamming into her tail hole. She squealed against his foreleg, but he only held onto her tightly, though it was no rude tugging open of her tail-star but a crude slam and grind that demanded entry. There was no saying "no" to him as he used every muscle and scrap of power in his body to slam in, brutal force overwhelming even Arctic as he bared his teeth in a grunt and a groan that only took energy from his thrusts.

Still, he had to howl, had to throw his head back and flap his wings, feathers drifting off, the tightness of her anal passage drawing more and more from him. It was a mistaken hole but all he knew was lust as he tightened and tensed his glutes, throwing even his body weight into his thrusts, a hoof scooped up below her hips to drag her weak and limp body back onto him with every driving stroke. Magic and hormones fuelled his passion and there could be no end until he collapsed from exhaustion, his shaft stretching out her insides, pushing deeper past her colon. Such a huge length, one that had made many mares quail in the past, could only hope to not cause damage, though she had taken him before - all under her control.

Things were different under his control, though the sex-crazed stallion was hardly in control of himself, to be fair. Fluttershy was just a vessel on which he could expend his frustration, pouring it out over her as he slammed in furiously, ears pinned. He didn't see her as his mistress, he didn't see her as anything - just a pony that he needed to fuck, even a set of holes that he could fuck.

His cum poured into her, bloating out her belly from the other end, though it overfilled her stomach too quickly. Fluttershy wriggled under him as it was her turn for her stomach to squash out to the sides, lips moving silently, but only cum bubbled up from them as she coughed. There was too much seed for her smaller body, the stallion hammering in as he kept filling her, a stronger flow of cum heralding his actual climaxes, though there was little difference in those from the endless flow of seed that seeped into her. There was nowhere else for it to go, even as he blinked and took one hesitant step back to reality, though he was nowhere near back to normal as yet even then.

Fluttershy couldn't get her legs under her, too weak and wobbly to stand, her pony-pet's nuts still dragging on the floor. She knew then how far she had pushed him as her stomach bloated, eyes wide and an equal mix of fear and lust as he filled her, pumping her belly up as she clamped her mouth shut against an outpouring of cum. Even then, she could not stop it from bubbling up tenaciously from the corners of her lips, working its way out just as her body was roughly and crudely forced to accept what had been building up in him for days.

Her legs flailed, no longer able to touch the floor as he drained himself into her, drawing back only long enough to slam into her pussy again. Her womb accepted him, cock pushing straight into the slop of cum that he had already deposited in there, though there was still so much more to erupt from his dragging nuts. Every last drop had to go, had to leave him, and Fluttershy there was the best hole to be filled. Her cunt swallowed him up as he leaned over her, using the leverage of her belly, her legs dangling, to bear down even more, hammering and pounding, thinking of only the one thing.

To cum. To seed.

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There was nothing else for a stud like him, as much as he had only been a colt before. Maybe he could not truly be a stud if he had been broken down so much but the hormones that she had pumped into him still worked away, breaking him further, Fluttershy gulping the cum in her mouth back down as he unloaded another jet of seed inside her.

"Pet! You'll be whipped...ah...to an inch of your life..."

She squirmed, his cock dragging out slowly, so slowly, her body wanting him, even then.

"Think you're a big stud now, huh, do you? You'll be back between my hooves in no time."

"Quiet! You talk too much!"

"I'll decide how much I talk, thank you, pet!"

But Arctic snorted, his cock threatening more with pulses, the cum that had been ploughed into her threatening to bubble up from her throat all over again.

"No... No, you don't know! You...unff...made me like this... So, you can be quiet! Or _I'll_make you!"

He didn't know what had come over him, but he knew he could deal with it. Not having to put up with that anymore, he dragged his dick out and around to stuff her mouth with his dick instead, effectively gagging her. He grunted as he shoved her head down his cock, his hot shaft pounding into her throat, stretching it out, the flow of his cum easing it a little but not much. She breathed sharply through her nostrils, eyes closed against erotic rage, though there was nothing she could get out with his dick stuffed there.

Cum drooled from her pussy but it was what his endlessly spilling cock forced out of her back end that was more alluring. Every orgasm he spent down her throat, pulling back only briefly to ensure she could breathe, for he was not entirely lost to lust yet, forced more and more into her belly and, well, she just wasn't used to that. Her body churned it through her system, great, big, thick dollops pumping out from under her tail, almost as if she was pushing it out herself. It was the driving force of his rampant length, however, that forced it from her, the thrust and grind of his dick down her throat simply not allowing her body to keep it all in her belly.

Her nose reddened from the slap of his hips on her face, not caring for her comfort. In a way, it was what she had needed too, even if she would have preferred to orchestrate it more directly for herself, barely consciously when he finally finished pounding her mouth and trotted around to stuff her cunt again. Her marehood was so stretched around his cock that pain melded into pleasure, orgasm after orgasm ripping through her, her body overly pleasured despite all the strain that he put her through. Arctic had to rear up to get into her cunny, she'd grown so large, but he knew how to handle something like that, of course, after he had been in the same position so many times himself before.

Arctic stomped and let loose a growl that may have been better suited to a dragon, his mistress flopping to the side so that she rolled over onto her back, the weight of her massively bloated stomach, filled with his cum, dragging her over. To think that she had ever been in control of herself and him was ludicrous considering all that was going on, moaning and whimpering, gurgling cum from her bubbling up lips. The pony under Arctic was hardly recognisable as his mistress anymore but he was so lost in lust that he would not have even thought to stop even if his nose had been pressed right up to her cutie mark.

Fluttershy's eyelids fluttered, dipping in and out of consciousness, though there was a big part of her that lusted for so much more, the pound of his cock sinking into her tail-star while she lay on her back. At least in such a position, her swollen stomach was less of an issue, though Arctic still had to rear up and push over it to get into the best position to fuck her, hooves squishing and digging into the softness of her belly, so overfilled and slopping about with cum.

He wasn't thinking, blowing hot air, his nostrils flared, his fat cock ploughing into her backdoor entrance, slamming in harder and faster, deeper than ever. At least, it felt like that to him, everything heightened as his lust did not abate in the slightest. His stamina had been legendary before and yet he could not stop or pause in the slightest for rest that, perhaps, should have been taking, the tip of his cock flaring again as it pounded into her.

"Unff... Yeah... Yes..."

Arctic's mind was not connected to his mouth, gritting his teeth, chewing on nothing. He gulped and panted, breathing harshly through his mouth, though all his mind knew was lust, pounding, driving lust. He heaved over her, hooves skidding back, tail flagged, spending yet another load into her, the flesh of her stomach rippling and pulsing where a new dose of seed flowed into her. Her body had to take it, bloated and inflated, the towering swell of her stomach looming, though it was nothing that would be at all foreboding to him. He'd had a stomach far, far larger than that on many occasions before anyway. Though perhaps the pony-pet turned rogue knew how to deal with it better than her, despite how things were.

The slap of his hips on her flesh rebounded off the walls, grunting and heaving, his nostrils fluttering with thick gasps of moist breath. His nose pressed into her bloated belly as Arctic breathed in her scent again and again, slamming in, her tail hole so tight around him still and yet forced into submission by the power of his cock.

"Mmmph... Pet..."

Fluttershy grunted, trying to push back, but her legs flailed, not even one in contact with the floor. She was forced to flex at the hocks, her head wedged up against a bondage bench, rolling it from one side to the other. Her tail tried to flick but there was so much cum slopping and oozing out of her tail hole that it was sodden and damp, too heavy in such a position to even consider letting a drop of tension tease out in that manner. Yet his cock was so large inside her, stretching her out, that the pony-mare could not help but whinny through yet another orgasm, a hind leg jigging in the air, even her fetlock flexing, bending, trying to contain the rippling pulses of ecstasy.

Her belly churned and ached, his huge cock, so big that it made most mares quail for its hyper phallic length, sliding from her. Fat globules of cum oozed forth, drooling and slopping down, her backside slick and wet. But there was nothing she could do as she rolled and tilted back and forth in orgasmic bliss, a part of her admiring too that she appreciated that he had broken through, that he was a stud in a way too.

He could fuck her out of breath and he could fuck her into unconsciousness and there was a power in her slut of a pet that ran rampant in the power of his cock swapping back to her needy marehood all over again. She might have been ready for a rest and a break, but Arctic most certainly was not, grunting like a wild stallion, pawing at the ground and kicking out, untamed and unbroken. He was not bridled, the ropes still trailing over his body, and he neighed out in victory as he climaxed even then, thrusting straight through it as he pounded into her pussy, her folds squelching lewdly around him.

"Ah..."

Arctic's ear flicked but he didn't really hear her. He was only glad to revel in bliss, as untamed as it was. There was nothing he could do to hold back and, to be frank, the notion did not cross his mind. He grunted, flanks trembling with sweat, his fur matted with sweat, though there were still so many bodily fluids marking his coat that it was hard, in a way, to see the pony beneath them. But he had to keep going, had to keep fucking her, slamming in harder and harder as if his life depended on it.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

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His ears twitched, taking it all in, the scent of sex heavy in the air, rolling his eye wildly, the stud in him relishing in it. It was what a part of him needed, a deep, dark feral part, the part of him that was better ruled by his cock, his heaving, churning balls. Maybe that was just how he would have turned out if he had been allowed to expend his lusts whenever he pleased, if he had never been controlled by Mistress Shy. Maybe it had been his destiny, therefore, to come under the ruling command of her dominant hoof, even as his fat cock swelled inside, the medial ring thick, every inch of it so sensitive, tingling and yet feeling everything at the same time.

Yes, yes... Yes, he needed to cum, a mindless drone, a stud who had been pushed too far. His tongue pushed out over his lower lip as he whimpered, ears sliding back. He grunted and tipped forward, putting his body weight and muscle mass behind his thrusts, forcing a groan from his mistress' lips.

"Ohhh... Oh, pet, I'm going to beat you..."

But her words were weak, lacking in conviction. It was hard to appear strong and dominant, even if one was naturally like that, when they were getting railed.

Her pussy clenched and tightened around him, driving him on to further fervour, his cock shoving all the way up into her womb again. There was no resistance there anymore, though she would not be harmed long-term, of course, her body far too resilient for that. There was nothing that Arctic could do to hurt her, even if Fluttershy did squeak and squeal as his hips connected with her rapidly throbbing butt and thighs, the tops of her legs where he pounded her.

"Ooof!"

Though orgasm ripped the soreness from her yet again, Fluttershy was there in the moment, squealing through it, her pussy milking and milking that delicious, throbbing length of everything it had to give. She'd stoked the dragon's fire and now she had to bathe in the flame, juices soaking his cock and squirting out, marking his sheath, his nuts - everything - though she was hardly the one in control at all.

Arctic was dimly aware of his cock going even harder in her, how she was even tighter around him, but he could not stop, would not stop, barely coming to his senses enough to give a smirk. To have power, his glutes aching for better reasons, power thrumming through... Oddly enough, for a brief, fading moment of clarity, it was good to feel that power, to know what he'd done, even if he would be punished for it later.

Another load flowed into her cunny, but he did not stop, pulling out and spending it over her cunny, the fleshy folds of her marehood, her drooling tail hole. No, he had a sweeter treat in mind as Fluttershy gulped and gave him a "look", glaring at him upside-down, legs waving in the air.

"You better not take my mouth again, pet - you'll be in for it! You already are but all of this is only adding to your punishment!"

Arctic laughed, though there was no humour in his tone, pushing his forelock off his face to the other side as he smeared his cock and all his cum too over the side of her muzzle.

"Oh, yeah mistress? What do you think you're going to do to stop me?"

Spluttering, she gaped like a goldfish, lips moving but little comprehensible sound coming out.

"Well - I never! You'll never get to use that cock again if I - mmmmmmph!"

He laughed as he gagged her with his dick, ramming it into her throat and wiggling it deeper, throbbing and pulsing, the tip already flared. He doubted that it had even softened at all since he had started fucking her, constantly plumped out and ready to send a load of hot and heady seed forth where it belonged.

"Quiet! Suck it!"

It was not for him to be naturally dominant and yet the words came from his lips far more easily than Arctic could have ever expected, grunting and pushing on her chest with his hooves, bearing as far over her as he could to wedge all his cock in. She could breathe through her nostrils when he pulled back, of course, but he was more concerned about his pleasure, batting away his mistress' hoof with a snort and a warning flick of his tail.

"Now... I'm in...huff...charge!"

Arctic speared into her raw throat, letting her hack and gag around him, though it was mostly a remembered reflex from the sensation of a cock ploughing deep where one was not meant to go. Fluttershy's eyes rolled back in her head, trying to look at him, yet she spun in lust, twisting and turning back and forth, struggling to stay in the moment while her other holes drooled cum. Yet there was still not enough seed coming out of her to deflate the wobbling rise of her stomach in any meaningful way, cum pooling around their bodies as Arctic's hooves even slipped a little in it.

He gagged her and there was no more Fluttershy could say to halt him, though her gut rumbled with lust and desire for him. He was a stud, though her pet too, and perhaps a side of him that she would have to unleash more in other times too, his cock ploughing deep, stretching her throat and driving down so deep that she swore she could feel the head of his dick ramming into her stomach too. He climaxed, filling her stomach down her throat too, the fatness of his bulge showing through her throat as he thrust and thrust, driving on and on, intent only one on thing.

It didn't matter that he'd cum so many times over, but he had to do it again and again, his mistress going limp under him, cowed into some kind of submission. She was still conscious, of course, but still tiring more quickly than him, though Arctic could not be far behind. At least, that was what she hoped, groaning around the meaty length of his shaft, the medial ring pounding over her lips and into her throat with the force of his long, driving thrusts.

Yes...

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Her throat stretched, his dick blocking off her ability to breathe while he was inside, though concentrating enough to breathe when he drew back was hard, harder than even his cock was. Fluttershy whimpered and grunted around his breeding pole but she was more and more lost in the moment, too lost in the moment to care even as she lusted for him more and more.

Her cunt, her tail-star, her mouth... She lost track of which hole he was fucking, managing to roll onto her side which gave him easier access to her marehood too while her legs were tucked forward and pressed together. Yet there was no easy way for her to lie and hardly any way for her to move as her belly swelled, much larger than she was, the pony "attached" to the cum-filled stomach appearing comically tiny. She was still not as large as she had had Arctic swell from time to time, moaning and gulping down loads of his cum as soon as it was offered to her. She wanted to keep it there, tightening her anal ring and pussy as much as she could.

There was a pleasure to be had too in giving in...but maybe not all the time. Not even as his cock rammed into the back of her womb, into her pussy, her tail hole meeting the same treatment too. To get that again and again from a pet-stud who wouldn't stop... Hm, that was something indeed that Mistress Shy knew she could make good use of going forward.

The moment slowed, just a fraction, but he was not done with her, her body aching and sore while Arctic thrust on and on, grunting and stomping, his proud whinnies of dominance bouncing off the walls. His mistress quivered deliciously under him as he moaned, her belly trembled even more as the weight of her stomach dragged her back around onto all fours, or something like that, Arctic slamming and pounding into her as if breeding her was the last thing left in his life or, indeed, his mind.

Cum slopped from her tail hole, along with a little of waste, though no one cared about that as he forced more and more creamy seed into her womb, the flow slowly but erupting at the point of orgasm every time. Her belly pushed her up higher and higher, bloating out in front of her so that her head was tipped up, her back end down towards him so that he could keep rutting her furiously. The virility boosters, of course, were what kept him going for so long, even when his balls should have drained from a constant stream of cum, shrinking to something like their normal size and still giving her more and more.

His tongue hung out in dizzy lust as he slammed in, her head reeling, yet the slap of his hips on her backside echoed through the playroom. Her outfit was practically ruined and Fluttershy wondered dimly at that she hadn't even noticed herself bursting out of it, latex hanging in ruined shreds from her. That would be just another thing to punish him for later, even if it had been set up by her too, in a way.

She may have been more upset if she hadn't gotten such a good rut out of it, though her pet would know his place again soon even as his thrusts slowed, exhaustion, at long last, getting the better of him. He was barely with himself, eyelids drooping heavily, cum spilling from her lips from where he had fucked her mouth, though most of that, to be fair, had been deposited straight into her belly. He might have swapped to her tail hole again at some point, but the stretch was all the same to her as her muscles weakly worked to clench down around him, milking him of the last drops of seed that his rapidly tiring body wanted to give.

They collapsed at last, Fluttershy slouching to the side with her belly for a rest, head lolling, lips parted with a bubble of cum pouring from within, though there was nothing she could do about the red marks on her, thoroughly bred and used. Maybe it was the blows to her head from his rampant thrusts that had sent her off into dreamland so swiftly, Arctic slumped against her, half-upright and not really understanding why, even though his lips were stretched in a goofy smile.

He hadn't got one over on his mistress...but she'd think twice about riling him up like that again! Or maybe she wouldn't. Maybe the punishment for him would be worth it, though he'd have to consider that again while he was back with reality, his body softening, still aching, passion slipping as he passed out. He would come back around and fear the retribution from his mistress but, frankly, there was no way for a stallion so thoroughly satisfied and spent to care.

Together, they slumbered, Mistress Shy's stomach gurgling with cum, her body digesting. But she would always remember his power as he pushed over her.

Certain punishments would be for her pleasure...

To be continued...