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Spitfire woke with an odd feeling between her legs. Caramel was sleeping behind her, tickling her neck with each breath. The pegasus lifted the sheets up enough to get a look underneath them, moving very slowly to keep from waking her coltfriend. She carefully reached down with her hoof and felt something hard and warm between her thighs. "Oh. So that's what that was."

It had been three days since Caramel's change, and she still hadn't gotten used to it. Their sex life had, unfortunately, ground to a halt. It hadn't felt like the right time, and neither of them knew quite what to expect. Would Caramel grow again? Would his equipment still work right? They hadn't been brave enough to find out. At least, not until today.

She supposed that she should just be grateful that the rest of him hadn't grown along with his stallionhood. Sleeping with him would have been like snuggling with a grizzly bear.

"Morning," Caramel said drowsily. She wasn't sure when he'd woken up, but now he was no longer content to lie still. He held her tighter and buried his face in her mane, mumbling contentedly at her scent. "Hungry?"

"Not at the moment." Spitfire leaned back against him and sighed. "Are you sure about this, baby? Maybe we shouldn't jump into this right away."

Caramel kissed the end of her nose, and she shut her eyes for a moment. Warm, tender, and welcoming. It was what she'd come to expect, but it could be hiding insecurity. "I am. I'm ready to try, if you still want to."

The choker closed around his neck, and he smiled. "Good boy," she cooed. "What should we do first?" She looked at the clock next to the bed and rolled her eyes. "You know what? My first order is to go back to sleep. It's waaaay too early for this."

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Once they had both slept in as late as they wanted, Spitfire and Caramel began to play. They freshened up first, but Caramel was constantly reminded that Spitfire was in control. He sat very still as she brushed his mane, eyes closed as he enjoyed the peaceful feeling of somepony taking care of him. Once that was taken care of, they trotted right back to bed.

Spitfire lay on her belly with her stallion on top of her. His firm hooves worked into her muscles, soothing any cramps that still lingered from her many weeks of hard training. "That's nice," she purred when she was finally satisfied. She pointed to the bedside table, and he fumbled around in the dark before his hooves touched something soft. "What is this, mistress?" he asked.

The pegasus sat up and took it from him, then gently wrapped it around his head. "It's a blindfold," she said. "Lie back and hold your hooves over your head." Caramel did as he was told, and soon she had his front legs bound nice and tight to one of the bedposts. He assumed that she was using a scarf, but obviously had no way to check.

Soft lips touched his own briefly, catching him by surprise. "Good boy," Spitfire said. "You just stay here while I get a few things ready." She trotted away, and he suddenly found himself with nothing to do but wonder what she had in store for him.

This wasn't normally part of the game. Caramel usually pleased his mistress in whatever way she wanted, but she had never tied him up before. The idea was a little frightening, but he had to admit that it had a certain appeal.

It was a long time before Spitfire rejoined him. She sat something next to the bed and crawled on top of him, one hoof covering his mouth to stifle his protests. Now, with his front hooves held out of the way and his rear legs spread, he was completely at her mercy. "You're cute when you're hepless," she whispered into his ear. "We should play like this more often." She lay on his belly, using him like a living body pillow. His hardening member rose between her legs and rested against her rump. "You've been tense lately, so I'm going to help you relax."

"Thank you, mistress." Caramel felt something soft and delicate slide across his cheek before tracing the curve of his neck. "Is... is that a feather, mistress?"

"It is," Spitfire said. "One of mine." The feather teasingly swept across his belly and down to his groin, gliding lightly over the base of his member. He twitched as it slid up his shaft and circled his cock-head. "I think you're good and ready," Spitfire said. "First, you need a little decoration."

Something cold and smooth pressed against his tail-hole, and Caramel gasped. Spitfire slid the plug in to its widest point and held it there, watching as he began to squirm. It wasn't enough to really hurt, but she had clearly done something to make it so cold. She finally gave it a nudge, and his anal ring did the rest, swallowing the bulb up to its base.

"That's more like it," she said. "What should we start with? Oh, I know! You asked if I was hungry earlier. Well, guess what?"

Something thick and heavy dribbled onto his cock. Spitfire's tongue quickly lapped it up, and she let out a happy "Mmmm!" It happened again, and soon his entire stallionhood was coated with sticky warmth.

"Maple syrup, if you're wondering," Spitfire said. Her tongue dove beneath his balls, catching the drop of syrup that had almost gotten away. Caramel trembled and fought to keep from bucking his hips as she cleaned him off. It took a long time, and at the end of it he was still a little sticky. She paid special attention to the ring in his tip, nibbling very carefully at the metal and cleaning it thoroughly.

He heard a few things being shuffled next to the bed, and something cold dripped onto his nose. "This is going to be fun," Spitfire said. A jolt of surprise shot through him as an ice cube touched his neck. It slid across his coat, making him shiver with anticipation and just a little bit of fear. He began to whimper as it moved down south.

The cold hit his erection like an electrical charge in his overly sensitive state. Caramel arched his back, gritting his teeth as Spitfire held him down. She slowly moved the ice up his shaft, taking her time to enjoy the power she had over him. It circled his blunt head before sliding over the opening of his urethra.

Spitfire held it there, waiting as the icy water ran down his shaft. She rubbed the ice against his piercing, turning the metal cold and making him shiver once again. "Isn't the anticipation killing you?" she asked. "I know it's definitely getting to me. I've got a whole bowl of those, you know." Another ice cube picked up where the last had left off. This one slowly traced the bottom of his shaft, its runoff dribbling over his aching balls.

He realized where she was going with it a second too late. The ice touched one of those fertile orbs, causing him to grunt and try to pull away. "Hey, stop that!" Spitfire scolded him. "You know the rules. If you can't behave, I'll have to punish you again. I'll be a lot rougher this time."

Caramel let out a quiet whine as the cold hit his balls again. She spread it liberally to make sure that every square inch of his enlarged sack felt the icy touch. "Such a good pet," she said once the ice had finally melted. His balls and shaft were starting to go numb. "You know what you've got to do now, don't you?"

Before he could answer something hot and wet pressed against his muzzle. Spitfire sat down hard, all but gushing right in his face. Caramel obediently opened his mouth, and made her gasp as his tongue slid into her. "Good boy," she cooed, and sank a bit more weight onto him.

More syrup dripped onto his cock for her to lick up. "Breakfast in bed is nice once in a while, isn't it?" He groaned at the lame joke, but couldn't exactly argue the point. Her thighs clenched around him as she touched him with another ice cube. It was quite a shock, but her weight kept him from moving.

His practiced tongue soon pushed her to the limit, and Spitfire gave up on teasing him entirely. "You're getting really good at that," she moaned. "That's it, honey. Make your mistress cum."

In his haste to obey, he accidentally pulled one of his hooves free. The special knot Spitfire had used let him get free if he really needed to, just in case things went too far and his mouth was otherwise occupied. They hadn't used it before, but he had shown her the basics once or twice while talking about other games.

Before he could say anything, Spitfire sat down harder than ever, using her full weight to force him deeper into her. Her fluids coated his muzzle as she came, and he became preoccupied with making her orgasm as sweet as possible.

"Damn, baby," she gasped as the final tremors traveled up and down her back. Her rump hadn't lifted yet, the soft weight pressing him into the mattress. He hadn't been in this position with her before, but decided that he wouldn't mind being in it again. "You really look like you enjoyed that. I'll have to sit on your face more often." She reached down and fondled his shaft with a shaking hoof. "I bet you're just dying to get off, aren't you?"

Caramel wanted her to get off so that he could tell her his hoof was free. After a moment's thought, another idea came to him. He smiled beneath her, formulating a new plan while she went on about how she'd only let him cum if he was a good little pet. When she lifted herself up a bit to kiss his tip, he struck without warning.

"What the fu-oof!" Spitfire rolled onto her back as he yanked both hooves free. She looked up at him in shock, trying to think of how to spin this within the rules of their game. He could see her running through all the possibilities in her mind. Was she supposed to scold him, or praise him for taking the initiative? Should she punish him or throw the dog a metaphorical bone? Were they even still playing?

The scarf came free of the bedpost, and he used it to hogtie all four of her hooves together. "I've got an idea for a new game," he said, struggling to hold her hooves in place. She almost seemed frightened, but relaxed as he leaned in to fasten the blindfold over her eyes and whispered the safe word into her ear. "You've been very cruel to your pet, mistress," he added. "You should have been nicer."

"Y-You... you bastard!" she hissed. "Let me go! Untie me right now!"

"No," Caramel said simply. He gave her a very gentle push as she was teetering on her hooves, causing her to face-plant into the mattress. Her rump stuck up in the air, and she growled angrily. "Shut up, mistress. You aren't giving the orders anymore. You got to play with me, so it's only fair that I get to play with you."

He never tried to remove the plug in his rump. That probably meant that he still belonged to her, but was just misbehaving. At any rate, she soon had much bigger things to worry about.

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They "played" for a very long time. Spitfire stayed aloof at first, as was to be expected. It wasn't difficult when Caramel pushed the small vibrator into her and secured it to her inner thigh with an elastic band. It wasn't difficult when he lapped syrup from her marehood, the wet slurping noises making her blush and whimper with shame. It wasn't even hard to keep her cool when he teased her with the feather, giving her just enough of a thrill to keep her aroused but not so much that she could work herself up to a good finish.

No, it didn't get difficult until he used the ice cubes. Caramel started by pressing one to her lips, allowing her to suckle it for a moment before sliding it down her neck and chest just as she had with him. He paused to touch it to her nipples, rubbing each of them until they had almost gone numb with the cold.

A few drops of frigid water hit her clit, and Spitfire bit her lip in anticipation. The first touch was murder, and she let out a panicked whinny. "Relax," Caramel said soothingly. "You can't stop me, mistress. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be."

Spitfire tasted blood, and had to remind herself not to bite too hard as he slid the dwindling ice down her slit. She could breathe a sigh of relief when he was finally finished, but whimpered miserably when he grabbed another ice cube and started all over again. She remembered filling an entire bowl with them, and shuddered to think of how long it would take to use all of them.

He teased her for a few more minutes before moving on to the one thing he knew would make her beg. She squealed and cried as he numbed one hoof with the ice, then kissed and licked the feeling back into it. He did her other hind hoof next, moving even slower and nibbling on her toes.

That nibble was what finally sent her over the edge. Spitfire clenched her thighs together and stayed as quiet as possible, praying that he wouldn't notice her climaxing without permission. His warm tongue never stopped, so she was probably safe.

"What do you want?" Caramel whispered into her ear. She felt a feather - her feather - taking over where the ice left off. It started by tickling her hoof, then slowly moved up the inside of her leg until she could feel it caressing the inside of her thigh. "Tell me, and I'll consider it."

A few words squeaked their way out of her mouth. "What was that?" Caramel asked. "I couldn't hear you."

"I want you to take me!" she whimpered. Finally, after what felt like hours of torture, he'd broken her. "I-I need it!"

Caramel giggled like an excited foal and put the feather away. "You have to do two things first," he said. "First, you have to call me 'Master'."

"I will," Spitfire agreed.

"Good," Caramel said. "You're my pet now. Want to know what else you have to do?"

Spitfire nodded vigorously. "Yes, master. I'll do whatever you want."

She squealed with surprise as he flipped her over onto her belly. "You have to promise not to cum before I do," he said, and pulled the vibrator out of her. He mounted her with both hooves pressing against her back, holding her down as he lined himself up. She felt smooth metal brush against her clit. "You think you can do that?"

Her answer was cut off as his tip began to spread her open. Caramel had always been generously proportioned, but this...this was something else. She bit down on the pillow he offered her and felt tears running down her face.

Caramel paused when he was halfway in and played with her in other ways while she got used to his new size. He stroked her mane and called her a good girl, treating her exactly as she had treated him in the past. As long as she behaved, he would praise her and stay relatively gentle.

Of course, soon he would make behaving impossible. Spitfire could feel the ache building in her nethers as he stretched her wide. She was nearing another climax, and she wouldn't be able to hold it off for long.

His stallionhood penetrated deeper, and she started to think it would never end. Just as she was about to beg him to stop, she felt his base pressing against her outer lips. "Good girl," Caramel cooed into her ear. "I'm surprised that you could take the whole thing. Ready for me to start moving?"

Before she could answer, he rolled his hips back and took half of his length out of her. The emptiness left in his wake actually made her want to cry. Suddenly he forced himself back inside, spreading her so wide that it almost seemed to knock the wind out of her.

She couldn't tell if he was getting close. He plunged into her again and again, making her writhe and beg for mercy. Through it all, the knots around her legs kept her completely helpless. She squirmed as he rutted her senseless, but knew it wouldn't do any good. His hoof kept her pinned down with her rump high in the air, her tail politely held to the side so that he could rut her more easily.

She most certainly came, but she couldn't tell how many times. Caramel continued tirelessly, pounding her into the mattress until she begged for mercy. He was huge, a pulsing presence inside her that hollowed her out and left her mindless and drooling.

"I told you not to cum," her stallion grunted. His thrusts were becoming shorter, his thick cock reluctant to leave her warm depths. "And don't think I didn't notice all the other times. M-Maybe...nnff! Maybe you don't have what I need in a pet. Is that it, Spitfire? Are you just not up to the job?"

"I'm sorry!" she whined, so into it that she was close to tears. "P-Please don't be mad at me! I'll do better, master! I promise!"

All of a sudden, he stopped moving. He stayed inside her, causing her to whimper and squirm beneath him. His gentle tone caught her completely by surprise. "I know you will," he said, and gently nuzzled her cheek. "I guess I can forgive you this time. I'm not mad, but you're going to have to learn to obey me."

He quietly whispered something else in her ear, and Spitfire answered with "green". "I'll learn," she said in a louder voice. "I promise, master. I'll be a good pet!"

Caramel pulled out of her, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. He rammed into her again, quickening his pace until he was moving even faster than before. Sweat dripped from them, and her cries became so loud that she was sure to wake the neighbors.

Her new master's finish was no less spectacular than everything leading up to it. He slammed into her a few more times, drove in to his hilt, and let loose with a huge load of seed. His cum packed her full, then spurted onto the bed sheets when there was no more room inside of her. "Mine!" he growled into her ear. "You're not my mistress anymore, Spitfire. You're my slut, and don't you ever forget it!"

She groaned beneath him as she came for the last time, squelching around his thick shaft and clamping down on it tightly.

Finally, he was done. Caramel pulled out of her one last time and let her fall flat on her face with exhaustion. "Not bad," he admitted. "You've got a long way to go, but I think you'll make a good slave." He lay beside her and held her to his chest possessively, not bothering to untie her.

It was almost impossible to stay awake. "I love you, master," she whispered.

His legs tightened around her, their sweat-slicked coats tingling as they rubbed together. "I love you too," he said. "We...we should take a shower."

"N' change sheets," she mumbled sleepily. With great difficulty he roused her and guided her into the shower.

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An hour later, after a relaxing bath and a clean set of sheets, Spitfire and Caramel collapsed back into bed. A nap was in order, and neither of them intended to be awake before noon. "Best. Sex. Ever," she sighed. "I mean...damn, baby. I don't think I've ever been ridden like that."

"I...thanks," Caramel said quietly. "You know, I usually start feeling awful right about now."

"I could've asked you to stop whenever I wanted," Spitfire said. "You know that. We even did a color check."

His lips turned up in a smile that quickly began to grow. "Yeah, and you know what? I don't feel bad at all. I feel awesome. I'd love to play like that again sometime, if you want to." He blushed and tried to hide his face in the crook of her neck. "A-Although, I still like it m-more when you...you know."

Spitfire buried her face in his mane and breathed in the smell of shampoo. "I know, hon. You'll still be my sub most of the time. Just go easy on me the next time we switch things up, okay? I'll be walking funny for days."

Caramel kissed her and chuckled. "As you wish, mistress. I guess this means we'll need to buy another choker or something."

The pegasus nodded as she began to drift off to sleep, already exhausted even though the day had barely started. "I'd look good in a dog collar." She was already snoring by the time he answered her.

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This picture of Caramel is brought to you by the hilariously named My Little Pony: Friendship With Benefits. Unfortunately, the source given on that page is here, but the URL isn't found for some reason.

I'm sorry if this one is a bit rushed. I actually went and changed the ending, which isn't something I normally do. The old one made Caramel seem a little spiteful, which isn't what I was going for. I hope I got it right on this one. Everyone's a consenting adult here, y'know? Just two adult ponies that...really like the master/pet thing, I guess.

Someone asked about it, so I'll say it here: Blueblood will be back soon. The next chapter is him going through the final stages of his punishment. Sorry if the pacing for these chapters isn't very good, but we've now seen all of Blueblood's victims. All that's left is another scene with Braeburn/Soarin', then Luna and Spear Point. That's probably all that's left of the scenes with the others. Oh, and Celestia playing with Cashmere. Still haven't decided who will carry that foal...

Thanks to everyone for the faves, votes, and comments. I hope you all continue to enjoy the story!