Title:           Frightened obedient slavepone blow job
Author:          Inkblot
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/zZ9e3Eka
First Edit:      Sunday 25th of May 2014 03:15:57 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 25th of May 2014 03:15:57 AM CDT

Dedicated to  
>tfw no frightened, obedient pony stallion slave to whip cruelly when he gives me a mediocre blowjob
-Anon
        Light flashed before your eyes, piercing the inky blackness as the door to your dark cell-like room. In strode your Master, an imposing figure for sure. He had in his own words “paid a hell of a lot for you” and he was determined to get his money’s worth from you. This was your first day here, and you were already terrified out of your mind. You were a pet pony, conditioned since birth for obedience and companionship, it was written in your DNA, yet you were still afraid of Master.
You reminded yourself that a good pet loves his Master and obeys him unconditionally, good pets don’t think such bad things about their Masters, and you were a good pet. Master glared at you, barking “Well, come out from there you goddamn lazy shit!” You yelp in fear, not solely from Master, but also from the fear every pet pony has of failing to please, and quickly gallop out of the room. Master looked down at you, frowning in derision; you knew he wanted a mare when he went to the store but couldn’t pay for the more demanded and thus more expensive mares, so he had to settle for a useless girly stallion (“The same looks with a little extra, for two thirds the price! A real bargain!”) such as yourself. Still, you planned to prove just how cute you could be, what with your mareish voice and penchant for cuddling, you were sure he’d love you as a companion!
        “Get over to the couch you fucking knockoff!” Master ordered. You bounded over to where he had pointed, stopping at the foot of the couch where you sat down promptly, trying your best to look up at him cutely. Master stumbled over and sat down. It was only then that you could smell the heavy sourness on his breath. Master fumbled with the zipper on his pants, finally finishing his task and allowing them to drop to the floor. Underneath he wore a set of white briefs which he vaguely indicated to while mumbling “Take ‘em off.” You wondered why Master would give you such an odd request, but you assumed it was just a precursor to cuddling, so you would do your best to make Master happy. You stretched to reach the elastic band at the top (you were a little pony after all) only to feel something warm poke you in the chin. You propped your front hooves on the edge of the couch so you could support yourself better and increase your reach, and snagged the waistband in your teeth pulling downward with the force of your whole body against the protrusion that seemed situated perfectly to make your job difficult. You finally managed to get the briefs off, only to be presented by an entirely different prospect than you’d expected. Before you stood a massive shaft, easily dwarfing yours and looking quite intimidated. “Well, whaddya waiting for” Master slurred. You looked at him in confusion, you weren’t quite sure what he wanted, did he want you to play with it or something? You poked it cautiously with a hoof, surprised at its warmth, yet even more surprisingly, you felt your own far smaller penis grow in response. You still weren’t quite sure what to do, so you looked to Master for guidance. He smacked a hand to his forehead “You fucking moron. Put it in your mouth, and be sure I don’t feel any teeth or you’re gonna get it, you hear me!?” You squeaked at the anger in his tone as you hurriedly wrapped your lips around his cock, hoping that was what Master wanted.
        He moaned, and his cock twitched in your mouth, something you hoped was a good sign. You licked the head thoughtfully, tasting the fluid that was emerging in a slight trickle from the little slit at the top. It tasted vaguely salty with a hint of bitterness, yet intoxicating. You couldn’t get enough of the stuff, and sucked at it for more than a taste of that addicting solution. “Swallow it you idiot!” Master shouted. You looked up at him inquisitively, you were swallowing weren’t you? Well, Master asked you to swallow, so maybe he just didn’t notice you had already done so. You swallowed again, making sure to exaggerate the motion of your throat to show him you really were swallowing. “You insolent asshole!” Master bellowed, snatching up a riding crop you hadn’t noticed on the little table next to the couch with the lamp on it. Master brought the crop down hard on your back, the furthest he could reach from your position with your front hooves perched on the couch as they were. You cried out in pain at the blow and looked at him with a shocked expression. “Put my dick all the way in your goddamn throat and fucking swallow or I’ll skin you alive.” Master said this with deadly calm without slurring his speech. You knew he was very serious about this so you tried your best to push your face forward towards his crotch. As you felt his head come in contact with the back of your throat your gag reflex kicked in, forcing you to stop. He glared at you and began to whip your back, prompting you to squeal with terror and push your head wildly past your gagging point. You slammed your head into his crotch, your nose filled with his musk as your throat spasmed around his cock, struggling to expel the invader. Tears sprang to your eyes at the lack of air and from the earlier whipping. You swallowed dutifully as Master withdrew the dreaded crop from your back. You swallowed and licked for as long as your lungs could hold out, withdrawing only to draw a breath through your nose before diving down once again. You could taste him all throughout your mouth as his pre trickled down your throat and pooled upon your tongue.
        You looked up at Master, he looked down at you, with a smiled at you, a crooked, awful look, before bringing the cop down once more upon your pained back. Your throat contracted involuntarily around his rod extremely painfully. This combined with the latest beating caused the tears to stream from your eyes, matting the fur all down your face.  You withdrew in fear, before stopping yourself and pressing back; you feared his dissatisfaction and his whip more than the lack of air. Master meanwhile seemed to be enjoying himself, laughing and moaning lightly while you struggled to breathe. He reached down and grabbed your mane, slamming your head into his crotch faster than you could do yourself. Master proceeded to brutally facefuck you, occasionally whipping you lightly across your back. His moans increased as his measured pace became more erratic, and he began to shake slightly. You took little breaths at the times he pulled you back, yet these times were so few and far between that you were beginning to feel a bit lightheaded. Master pulled back once more as he shuddered, then slammed you forward, holding you there as his cock twitched wildly and began pouring a terrifyingly hot elixir down your throat. You swallowed involuntarily, as spurt after spurt streamed down your throat, seeing black spots appear at the edges of your vision as your thoughts slowed to a crawl. You realized that you were quite possibly going to faint, and you hoped Master would forgive you for it. Suddenly, Master pulled out, and not a moment too soon. Your vision swam as you gasped for air, sputtering and choking on the last of his cum.
        Master looked at you with a new, curious expression. “Maybe you won’t be too bad after all.” He murmured. His legs withdrew over the top of the couch as he stretched out along it, obviously too tired and or drunk to make it to his bed. He patted the part of the cushion in front of him, intending for you to join him there. You jumped up, still breathing heavily as he pulled you into his embrace. “D-did I m-make you feel good Master?” You asked, in a scratchy voice that you barely recognized from the sweet gentle voice you knew you had. “Eh, I’ve had worse.” He mumbled sleepily as he held you tightly. You shivered slightly in his arms, not sure how to interpret that. Yet he seemed happy, he had a smile on his face, as he lay peacefully on the couch. You looked to yourself. You had some nasty welts on your back, and your throat felt horrible, but Master was happy, and that was what really mattered. After all, you were a good little pet. You snuggled up against him, sore all over, but with a contented smile on your face as you drifted off to sleep.