>Pacer lay on the floor quivering under Rebel
>The slave buck hadn't let her get off, and she was pissed
>Needy, sweaty, and coated in his cum, her own emissions stuck to the back of her belly
>This wasn't proper, for her, or for him
>She'd whip him into proper shape, literally for this
>Her horn lit, the spiked light grabbing the remote and slapping the dial to its lowest stop, Rebel's magic sealed off in an instant
>She just grabbed the sweating draft horse and slapped him to the cieling, his limbs splayed out as she grimaced at him
>"The buck did you not cum inside me?" Give me a good answer"
>Rebel just gulped, realizing his little rebellion had gotten him into trouble
>Pacer pushed tighter, forcing the words out
"I didn't want to get you pregnant!"
>Kick's mouth dropped
>"You didn't want to get me pregnant, so you came in my pussy but not my ass What did your father actually teach you?"
>She just shook her head amazed at the lack of sex knowledge from a slave
>She had run into worse though, with mare's not getting stallion's had dicks
>"Fine now how are you going to make this up to me?"
"Cum inside?"
>Rebel ventured hesitantly, figuring if he did what he hadn't it'd work out
>"With that limp thing? I'm amazed you lasted twice."
"I can do it, please"
>"Oh just stop, you're embarrassing yourself."
>Pacer grabbed up the ball gag and shoved it in his open muzzle
>The red ball was left deep enough to keep him from making more than gutteral noises, the straps cinched tight
>She wasn't going to deal with excuses, she was going to make sure she got off, and he still had a solid horn
>"Now then, you're going to do just as I say, and by that I mean, I'm assuming direct control."
>Pacer's eyes glowed and matched her horn, a compliance spell forming to compel the draft unicorn into work
>"My thoughts to your thoughts, thoughts combined"
>Rebel fought at the weird intruding drowsiness, something like a sleep spell
>He sniggered internally, it was a hypnosis spell

>Pacer didn't actually know mind control Rebel realized, she just knew a parlor trick that worked on the willing
>He'd have to speak with dad on getting her some real training
>For now, he played along, relaxing into the trance as he just observed and waited
>Sure he knew he needed to be punished, but having his ponut stuffed already was awkward enough, he didn't quite trust her enough with more
>Pacer kept her mantra up as she watched for Rebel's eyes to glaze over and his body to relax
>Content with it, she walked up, needing to touch his horn for this part
>She tapped, her version of a transfer spell imparting Rebel with the awareness of his true horniness
>Satisfied with the transfer, she released her hold, the unicorn simply standing up and wavering, his legs worn out from exertion
>Pacer crawled onto her bed, snatching a pillow up and making herself comfy
>"Now, show me your stuff you horny stud"
>Rebel just snorted, back to being the mute after finally speaking to a mare
>Kick's lips were winking, slick enough she didn't need more lube
>Rebel just pointed his head and walked forward, face pointed right between her luscious flanks
>He pushed in slowly, horn spreading her much less than his dick
>There was no way this was going to work, no way at all Rebel thought
>He was too small to give any pleasure this way how could
>His eyes dilated as he felt the muscles tighten, Pacer having exercised them well as part of her tack dancing
>From loose to a crushing tight yet fleshy and soft caress on rebel
>He was stuck, the pressure on his horn too much for his head, nerves dancing as they felt something novel
>It was like the flesh under a blister being touched the first time, sensitive, raw, and yet pleasurable
>He just held there, not quite by choice
>Pacer qiggled her toosh a bit, letting the spent mixed juices slather down onto Rebel
>"Seems you work better if I give the directions after all. Guess I'll have to tell Doug you do like a mare over you."

>Pacer relaxed, Rebel finding his horn tingled from the stimulation
>But the words Pacer said, well he was glad he wasn't an alicorn and there weren't any changelings nearby
>The stallion knew what he needed to do though, and pushed his spiralled head boner back in, pushing over resisting flesh
>Pacer just cooed, ordering her "slave" to do more
>She grabbed his haltar and gave him a slight tug, pulling him at an angle before pulling down, making him spiral around inside her
>Rebel got the idea, and kept the motions up, painting her inner walls with his horn in a quick fashion
>It was stimulating to Pacer, what she needed to quickly finish as she started pushing back onto Rebel's face
>Her but cheeks sandwich his head pushing him in deeper and deeper
>She held the remote to his magic blocker, wanting a little zing to cum
>She tipped the dial a little
>"Warm me"
>Rebel lit his horn, the magic wavering a gentle warmth inside as he kept spiraling around
>It didn't take much more for Kick to finally feel the pussy pounding
>her hips quivered, clamped and pinched hard on Rebel's horn as he got a scalp full of mare honey
>She sank forward, her tunnel clamping a few more times on Rebel before he could pull out
>"That's better."
>Her breath panted as she held there, talking to herself over the slave
>"Now what to do with you? What to do?"
>Rebel held there, worried inside at just what this mare was thinking
>"Oh I know!

What does Pacer do to Rebel?
Note, while /SPG/ requires A bath scene, its not a limit.
*there seems to be a missing scene here*

>Kick Pacer rolled in bed
>the covers stuck to her flesh, but not as much as Rebel stuck to her
>The big stallion still had the happy dorky grin he'd kept all through last nights show
>His muzzle tucked sweetly on top of her head, the scruffy fur tickling her scalp.
>with a giggle, the unicorn pressed back into her charge before she realized she was still wearing her tack
>Kick had been very tired to still have it on
>She tried to open her muzzle to speak only to have it held shut around the bit by the bridle.
>her eyes swiveled around and found the reigns tucked under Rebels black head.
>they had drool marks on them, clear signs of play.
>it wasn't hard for the slave trainer to guess that wasnt just sweat dried on her rump from last night.
>Rebel nickered and stirred at her motions.
>He was slowly waking, but Pacer wasn't sure how to deal with last night.
>whatever had happened.
>Pacer twisted and shimmied in bed getting tangled in the sheets.
>her rump pulled and stretched to get off Rebel's crotch only to remain stuck
>she paused and lifted the covers to peek underneath
>"Guess I'm not actually feeling that in the morning" she giggled to herself
>the snuggling got a bit more complicated as she hiked aleg to her barrel and turned slowly
>her insides squelched and grabbed at the flaccid dick inside her
>slowly she came belly to belly with her lover
>letting her leg back down she nuzzled his neck
>"My stallion"
>She held the moment before leaning down to smell his chest
>Sweaty, masculine, and a light spice from somewhere exotic
>he had been a good lay, and now made a great big pillow for her
>one that could use some teasing
>Pacer languished in bed
>The dick in her hole was comforting, and ready to go
>Well maybe, she thought as she realized she couldn't really feel which hole through the numbness
>She hoped she hadn't broken her ward last night
>Still, cuddles were good
>Pacer pushed her lips out and exhaled slowly on Rebel's ear
>The hot wet breath sent it into a twipping frenzy.
>Back and forth it swivled trying to get out of the way of her play
>But escape it could not as she got closer
>Her muzzle jerked and lips caught tight
>His ear was now hers to toy with
>First order of business was to suck on it
>Sweat and the taste of sandalwood and cherries greeted her
>Now she had control over Rebel
>Control to push against him tighter to hold close and enjoy his warmth
>At some point he'd need to get up and be ready for his owner
>But here and now, in this bed, it was just the two of them
>Lovers, no master, no slave
>Just happy and comfy under the warm inviting covers.    

>Rebel made for a good cuddlepillow in the morning, but it was well into the afternoon
>The two of you had called an armistice inthe battle of the sexes to get some food
>you'd also wanted to take a walk in the park
>it took quite a few slaps with a wooden spoon to get Rebel to stop trying to poke his muzzle in the kitchen and cook like a good slave
>it was a good sign of his training, but making food was fun
>ginseng, cayanne, anise, saffron, garlic, peas
>Earth had so many rich spices
>you combined them into a curry, added pork stock and creme to thicken before pouring in the zucchini penne
>it was a simple pasta dish, one you knew would please your god mother
>the meal was ammicable, though humorous
>Rebel wouldn't sit at the table, something that was a master's choice.
>you didn't push, he wasn't your slave
>in fact you weren't sure what you were even doing with Rebel now
>foal sitting perhaps
>a job interview?
>you really would like a job that offered some more protection than a lawyer
>even permission to carry a stun gun for defense would be nice
>money to
>the apartment only looked nice from a very long feltash trance
>you werent sure you could do it again
>these thoughts pushed and swirled in your mind like so many fiery leaves in autumn
>fitting metaphor as you tugged on your charges leash
>the park wasnt empty, just very large with many winding paths
>you took a long sip from your turtle caramel and let the steam billow in the wind
>hooves clopped on wet, brown fallen leaves
>gentle but chill winds ruffled the soft fabric of your hoody
>you regretted not grabbing pants on the way out
>Rebel made a great wind break as you had him walk beside you.
>not perfectly, his muzzle was kept aligned with your breast
>a slave shouldn't outpace their master if in front, but must never think themselves equal
>the walk took you through a world of frozen tree fires
>golds rich as bits, reds crimson as the harvest moon, yellows as pure as the light Celestia had so long given all of pony kind
>Autumn was when you could always remember Equestria
>the times with family, friends, and so many wonderful ponies
>ahead was a reclaimed wood bench in front of a small pond
>you nudged the haltared Rebel torward it
>some time to just sit and relax would be good for you both
>Rebel was tied to a leg and you let him wander in his little radius
>for now, you just wanted to drink your coffee and appreciate this small section you called Equestria
>the tree tops let out distant creeks as they swayed
>loons called out and were answered by ducks
>pleasent

Break the peace or enjoy it more?
*there seems to be a missing scene here*

>Kick stared at Rebel, his question given with all the consequences of the grave.
>But after the last few days, she was very much laughing at death.
>"pfft, you no. You're hardly the first fuck I've had and long won't be the last. Why do you think I had all those toys for stallions about? I think I need to show you some more."
>Rebel's muzzle blanched and his ponut clenched at the thought.
"Uhm, uh well. Maybe?"
>The last part came through in a small squeaky voice, the big stallion uncertainly committing.
>Kick just leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
>"Well that's good. I enjoyed that lesson, and want to help you learn more on how to pleasure a mare."
>She relaxed back, the moment past, but the date still to come.
>"My job involves more than just whips, beatings, and harsh words. I need my ponies to trust me. That involves sex quite a lot. Stallions can be lead along pretty easily with a quick show of some tail. Mares take a bit more work."
>Now Kick was flushing, her own thoughts on work returning.
>The ducks had taken to chasing a reed around the pond, perhaps thinking it was food, or maybe just whimsy
>"Dunno, last night. Well it wasn't what I would call work. It was,"
>Her hoof did a few gestures, words sticking as she tried to find the right one
>"Fun, it was definitely fun I'd say. Look, Rebel. I want someone in my life if that's what you're getting at. But you, i don't even know what you are here and now. Your owner left you with me, no contract, no papers, just some words I can't even remember. If anything, I need to meet him and get this sorted out before it becomes an issue"
>The mare pitched forward and fell on her hooves.
>The light blue windbreaker fluttered in the breeze and clamped tight in the gentle breeze
>She undid Rebel's leash and gave him a quick tug, without her coffee it was time to get moving.
>The path they were on wandered back into the woods.
>The distant sound of cars from the city could still be heard, the occasional whump as one hit a break in the road audible through the serenity.
>Still, it was the closest to nature Pacer was going to get in the city
>She didn't really want leave her apartment for the suburbs
>Driving was something she felt more comfortable letting others do
>Probably on account of the fact she couldn't find a car that let her see over the dashboard
>Nearing the bus stop, Pacer was the first to break the silence
>"So, what is Doug like? Is he your master, or your father?"
"Well, I guess he is a good role model, but if I had to say, it'd be"
>The bus squeaked to a stop and the door popped open.
>Behind it was an old and familiar friend to Pacer
>She just smiled and nodded at seeing Rebel on the leash
>As the stallion got in first, the driver tugged at his collar and drew him in close
"Listen here you burro, you make this the happiest mare in the whole damn city, and I can get you anything you want. Make her cry, and someone in Idaho will be spitting your cajones into a trash can next week. Capeche?"
> With that, the collar was released and Rebel tried to get away quickly as he could from the woman.
>Pacer just narrowed her eyes at the sudden innocent act her god mother was playing.
>"Hi mom."
>Pacer was jerked away before any more could be said, Rebel finding an area as close to the back door as his bulk would let him be.
>Pacer just sat beside him and gently patted his flank to get him to calm down.
>"Relax, this bus has plenty of cameras, she wouldn't hurt you. She'd wait for when there was an alibi and she could send one of the Lou'ies."
>The attempt to calm the stallion didn't work as his anxiety returned and left him hunkering on the floor.

    Off to the Doug dome we go. Anyone want to give some words on what sort of man Doug is to Rebel and what he is like in his slave building?

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