- >You’ve got everything you could have ever wanted in life.
- >Your nice, fat, inflated plug hums along nicely, snug in your butt as it stimulates you without end.
- >Your teats are pretty sore, but with the medicines you’re on,
- >you’re still squirting out a good amount of milk with each suck of the machine;
- >and besides, all this stimulation is helping your most valuable asset.
- >Master never lets you orgasm, but it’s better that way; the goopy,
- >slimy waterfall of your very special cum is free to flow without interruption,
- >and all of the just-unsatisfying-enough stimulation has turned your mind into a cloudy, empty haze.
- >Still, your favorite part is when Master runs his wonderful tongue up your slit;
- >it is the only vaginal stimulation he allows, after all, and it just makes you shudder with delight.
- >The catheter is a bit uncomfortable, though.
- >Master soon realized its necessity once you became a permanent cow,
- >and you suppose it’s what’s allowed you to stay so wonderfully restrained,
- >so safe and secure, for such a long time.
- >To be honest, you don’t even need to be let out on a daily basis anymore;
- >he insists on taking you out once a week to keep your muscles healthy,
- >but other than that, what with enemas and everything, all your needs are taken care of.
- >You exist solely to feed Master and thus to make him happy.
- >It feels… right.
- >Some time later, you are elated to hear the opening of a door,
- >and the footsteps of your gracious and wonderful Master;
- >your blindfold prevents you from seeing, of course,
- >though you’re still eagerly awaiting every second of his gracious treatment.
- ***
- >As you turn the corner into Berry Punch’s room, the mulberry mare shifts visibly,
- >clearly agitated and excited at your approach.
- “Good evening, Berry.”
- >Kneeling in front of your pet pony, you take her head in your hands,
- >undoing her ring gag for a sloppy and sensuous kiss;
- >she prances in place as much as she can in the metal leg spreaders,
- >tight leather corset, and ceiling mounted sling harness keeping her bound and safe.
- >How adorable; still, the day’s fun has only just begun. You break off your kiss, a bit reluctantly.
- “How’s my favorite little filly?”
- >”H-hey, Master… I’m… good.”
- “Oh? Well, that’s good. I hope you’re hungry, Berry Punch, I’ve got a special treat in mind.”
- >You re-fasten her ring gag, and walk around to the filled punch bowl lying beneath her back legs.
- >Grabbing the ladle, you first take a sip – yeah, it’s still better on ice –
- >and for the REAL reason you’re back here, you take out your rock-hard dick,
- > and pour a coating of pony-punch all over the shaft.
- >You return and line up your liquor-coated cock with her mouth.
- “Open wide. I’ve got a special treat today.”
- >You slip your cock deep into her helpless mouth,
- >her tongue stirring into a frenzy as she recognizes the taste on your penis.
- “You’ve made so much tasty punch that I just had to share it with you.
- Besides, knowing your own product is a good motivator to being the best cow you can be, hmm?”
- >She just mumbles incoherently as her mouth sucks you in powerful waves,
- >the tied-up pony’s thirst leading her to lick off every drop of her own feminine juices.
- >Grabbing her just behind the ears, you begin to piston in and out of her throat,
- >and her mumbling melts into a guttural whinny as you take your pleasure a bit more forcefully.
- >After a few dozen seconds of this, though, you remove yourself,
- >not wanting to end your fun before it begins.
- “Good work, Berry.”
- >Hmm. She still looks a bit thirsty. You remove her ring gag once again,
- >before walking back to take a big long draught of punch from her punch bowl…
- >and planting your lips firmly against her mouth.
- >She soon realizes your intent, and begins to drink her own cum straight from your mouth.
- >You pet the beautiful pony’s smooth and silky mane, encouraging her as you share a romantic moment.
- >Eventually, Berry Punch quenches her thirst, and you end your kiss.
- >To suppress your temptation to go back to her mouth once and for all,
- >you pull a thick, rubber ball gag from a drawer against the wall;
- >when her mouth is fully stuffed, you turn your attention to her teats,
- >still squirting out tasty pony milk at a regular clip.
- >Petting her on the flanks, you switch off the pump and gently remove one milker at a time.
- >As her milk continues to drip onto the floor, you realize you might’ve given her too strong a dose of lactaid;
- >still, the urge to suckle those soft mounds is too great to resist,
- >and you draw each of her sore and bloated nipples into your mouth,
- >drinking deep of your pet’s rich and creamy lactation.
- >Berry’s whimpering eggs you on, and you feel like you could drink her milk for hours;
- >she certainly seems enjoy feeding you. Still, you soon realize your priorities,
- >and carry away the filled jar of milk into the kitchen, storing it away with the others in your fridge.
- >Ice cream and other dairy treats made from Berry Punch’s milk taste naturally of grape,
- >though doesn’t betray it visibly.
- >Perhaps you could start a business pasteurizing, bottling, and marketing Berry’s milk alongside her punch,
- >earning a living from your pony’s eternal bondage and service.
- >She would like that a lot, you reckon.
- >Indeed, you’re so proud of your personal drink-factory that you decide to give her a real treat today.
- >Returning to her room, you begin to stroke her flanks,
- >drawing circles on her fruit-adorned cutie mark with your finger.
- >The musky, pheromone-laced air around her crotch is intoxicating;
- >the large, moist button of her winking clitoris is too enticing to ignore.
- >You stick out your tongue, drawing it up Berry’s leaking slit,
- >and drink her fluid directly from its source, the tasty punch secreting rapidly with your stimulation.
- >You’ve carefully managed your slave’s libido to the point that she’s in a state of constant arousal,
- >and she’s shifting in her restraints as you suck her cunt with all your energy.
- >Yeah, her teats are nice, but nothing on Earth can compare to this.
- >Still, it’s that large, mushy, sensitive mound that finally steals your focus, and you wrap your lips around her clit,
- >brushing and massaging it with your tongue as you savor the taste of the fluids coating your mouth.
- >And after just a few crucial seconds of this service,
- >Berry Punch moans louder and deeper than you’d even thought possible,
- >and a massive, orgasmic flood of cum pours into your mouth,
- >across your face, down your body, everywhere – and you suck and lick with abandon,
- >your disobedient pony getting the climax of her life.
- >By the time she comes down, you’re coated in mare-cum from head to toe,
- >and Berry’s coat is soaked with the stuff, as is a three-square-foot area on the floor around you.
- >Well, that’s a bit of a problem.
- >As you grab a towel and begin scrubbing down the room,
- >you begin to think of possible remedies for such future accidents;
- >your slave IS rather stimulated, after all.
- ***
- >It took a few days, and quite a bit of money,
- >but you’ve come upon a novel solution to the problem of your poor, horny pony.
- >It began with a trip to Ponyville’s piercing salon – you didn’t exactly know what you’d needed, but
- >it seemed like a good place to start.
- >The punkish Pegasus mare at the desk was rather accommodating.
- >”Need something, Anonymous?”
- >The entire town knowing your name was something you got accustomed to a while ago.
- “Oh, not for myself, but…”
- >You lean in close, eyes darting around to check for eavesdroppers.
- “I’m looking for something a bit… kinky, for my marefriend.”
- >Her eyes light up, and a devilish grin is set on her face as she leans in.
- >”Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”
- “Well, what do you know about enchanted piercings?”
- >”Huh? Um… it can be done. Not here, sadly. No horn. Still –“
- >She runs over to her bag and pulls out a book of contacts.
- >”If you’re really looking for something specific, and you don’t mind traveling… I know a few people.”
- “Well… what if I want a mare to never be able to have an orgasm?”
- >Her shocked expression quickly melts into something much more mischievous.
- >”I know a guy.”
- ***
- >The train ride to Manehatten was long and… mostly just long.
- >Berry seemed incredibly uncomfortable – the poor girl is so used to her restraints and bindings,
- >the necessity of traveling freely is weighing down on her.
- >You did stuff her butt with a handful of large, metal beads,
- >but you get the impression it’s still a very difficult experience.
- >As you stepped off the train, you noticed a lot of furtive glances in your direction – unsurprising,
- >given your species, though Manehatten is such a crossroads that you aren’t attracting too much attention.
- >Your awkwardly-fidgeting slave at your side, you purchased a map and hailed a carriage,
- >wasting no time taking in the sights when you have a job to do.
- >Still, the city is quite unlike anything you’ve seen in Equestria – you’re familiar with cities from Earth,
- >but seeing them filled with ponies and donkeys and griffons was a bit uncanny regardless.
- >The directions you gave to the carriage-puller took you into a seedier part of town,
- >the posh, tree-lined boulevards giving way to empty, grungy streets.
- >At about four, you reached your destination – a nondescript parlor in the middle of a row of brownstones.
- >Handing your fare to the carriage-puller, you and your mare stepped out onto the street.
- >Hmm.
- >Quite an empty one, indeed.
- >You turned to the earth stallion hooked up to the taxi.
- “A hundred bits if you stay here for an hour.
- We don’t know our way around and I bet there aren’t many cabs in this neighborhood.”
- >”Eh, you’d be right, buddy. Make it one-fifty, I don’t like waitin’ here.”
- “Fine by me.”
- >You knew going in that this trip would be a drain on your savings. Oh well.
- >The salon isn’t labeled, but the address is a perfect match.
- >You led Berry inside, and a black-maned mare looked up from a magazine behind a desk.
- >”Can I help you?”
- “We’re here to see Sylvanshine. A procedure for my friend here.”
- >You pat Berry on the head, and she nudges affectionately against your side.
- >”Heh. Sure thing, Xeno. Lemme check…”
- >She leafed through a ledger.
- >”Yeah, he should be available. Second door on the right.”
- >The two of you walked past her, and in the dimly-lit hallway of the office,
- >you heard the suggestive moans and cries of ponies enjoying themselves.
- >The door you approached read ‘Sylvanshine: Piercing Technician’.
- >Which brings you to the present moment.
- >You take two quick raps on the door. There’s no response for a moment.
- >…
- >”Just head on in!” The receptionist barks from the lobby.
- >Well, okay.
- >You open the door, and a brown, goateed unicorn swivels on a stool to address you,
- >the room also containing an intricate tattoo parlor-style chair, though for quadrupeds.
- >”Hello.”
- “Hello, Mr. Sylvanshine. Thank you for your time –“
- >”Just get to your business, please, no time for chit-chat.”
- >Alright.
- “Okay, then. My marefriend here needs a procedure to inhibit orgasm. Permanently, if possible.”
- >You can feel Berry Punch shudder at the word ‘permanently’.
- >”Okay, let me see. Get her onto the chair.”
- >Berry takes a seat in the chair, and before you can even speak,
- >Sylvanshine clamps down a metal shackle on each of the armrests,
- >and pulls down the head of the chair until your slave is suspended almost horizontally on her back.
- >”So, the easiest way to do this is an enchanted piercing. Doesn’t matter where.
- >You have a few options for your girl here – tits, lip, ear, brow…
- “What about her clit?”
- >Sylvanshine wears the same knowing grin as the piercing technician back in Ponyville.
- >”I see. Well, depending on the piercing you pick, you should know she might not be able to retract it.
- >She’d be horny non-stop, and with the enchantment, there’d be no way to satisfy it.”
- >Berry’s been silent through this whole process, but that explanation elicited a strong response.
- >”Ooh! Master, can we get that? Please…”
- >You walk over to your slave and pinch one of her teats.
- “Slave, you know you should be quiet when your Master is speaking to someone.”
- >Twisting ever-so-slightly, you ask,
- “Will you be a good girl?”
- >The tears in her eyes betray her contrition.
- “There we go. Now, Mr. Sylvanshine, what options do you have for unclosable piercings?”
- >The unfazed Unicorn walks over to a drawer and pulls out a nondescript plastic box.
- >Its clear lid displays all manner of rods, studs, rings and hoops, in all sizes and colors.
- >”A clitoris piercing that keeps it permanently exposed is usually a rod,
- >pierced straight through the flesh, that secures it in place and keeps her from fully winking.”
- >He chuckles for a second.
- >”Well, she’ll be winking, all right, but she won’t be able to hide the thing anymore.”
- >You look through the tiny rods, and find one with a chain looping from one end to the other.
- >You point to it and ask,
- “What’s with the chain on that one?”
- >”Just for display, mostly, but you could use it for practical purposes.
- >Hang weights on it and the like, but only if your girl is a real masochist.”
- “I think we’ll go with that.”
- >”You said you wanted a chastity enchantment?”
- “I don’t want her to cum, but I definitely want to maintain her libido. It’s for… personal purposes.”
- >”I see. Well then, the materials’ll be fifty bits, the procedure two hundred,
- >and the enchantment two hundred more, in normal circumstances.”
- >It’s as if you can feel your wallet crying out in pain.
- >”But, I ain’t never seen a Xeno owning a Pony before, and just for novelty’s sake,
- >I can knock it down to three hundred in total. That sound good?”
- “Very good, Mr. Sylvanshine.”
- >You take out three large gold coins and hand them to the Unicorn,
- >and as he opens a cabinet for a lockbox, you notice his Cutie Mark for the first time.
- >A tattoo needle crossed with a piercing gun. How appropriate.
- >You take a seat on a nearby bench, and watch the expert as he gets to work –
- >telekinetically manipulating his work space, he removes the piercing,
- >fills up a beaker half with water, pours in a small amount of a murky, viscous solution,
- >stirs it with a glass rod, and sets it on a hot plate for it all to boil.
- >As the liquid’s temperature rises, the Unicorn grabs the one magical-looking artifact in the room –
- >a worn-out, plain-covered brown grimoire, and flips through its pages to find the enchantment you requested.
- >When the beaker is boiling, he drops the piercing into it,
- >you imagine for sanitation purposes, but he doesn’t seem like the type to enjoy being bothered by questions.
- >After half a minute or so of reading, he removes the piercing, and, as it levitates in the air,
- >you see his horn glow, and a pink phosphorescence envelop the tiny rod momentarily.
- >”It’s ready to go. While I clean all this up, I need you to stimulate your girl. Don’t be shy, I don’t really care.”
- “Sure thing.”
- >You walk up to Berry Punch, lowering your head between her legs,
- >and begin lapping at her cunt, your oral teasing quickly drawing out her large pink clit.
- >”All right.” Sylvanshine is behind you, levitating a needle you hadn’t seen before.
- >”Relax, this is an extra-strong anesthetic. I don’t care how much she likes pain,
- >she’s gonna need every drop of this stuff just to make it bearable.”
- >You don’t object, and move away from your slave’s tasty cunt as the needle carefully floats toward her thigh.
- >Sylvanshine jabs it into her hind leg with a short, precise thrust,
- >and pumps in an ounce or so of drugs, which quickly give Berry a dopey, lidded countenance.
- >”Sir, you might want to step outside for a second. This’ll be rather bloody.”
- >You feel a strong impulse to object, but deep down, you know he’s probably right.
- >”I’ll call you in when we’re done.”
- “All right.”
- >You do need to use the bathroom, so you exit, and head for the door marked ‘Stallions’.
- >Sylvanshine seems remarkably professional for the venue –
- >though of course, his fetishistic bent probably keeps him out of a fancier office space,
- >and it’s probably the case that his clientele wouldn’t care to be seen in such neighborhoods in the first place.
- >When you finish your business, you loiter around for a few minutes.
- >Most of the doors are unmarked, and probably locked, and you can easily guess why.
- >Still, it’s not a grungy, run-down tenement or anything.
- >Eventually, you hear Sylvanshine calling for you, and you step back in.
- >Berry is cross-eyed and drooling, and your technician is disposing of a very bloody cotton swab.
- >Her clitoris, aside from a small trickle of red,
- >appears completely unharmed apart from the rod jutting though it –
- >your trust was well-placed indeed.
- >”She won’t be able to have an orgasm unless that thing is removed,
- >which should only be attempted by a licensed piercing tech such as myself.”
- >He glances over at her.
- >”But I imagine you won’t be needing such a service for the foreseeable future.”
- “Well, thank you for your help, Mr. Sylvanshine.”
- >”No problem.”
- >He walks over to Berry Punch and unhooks her from the chair,
- >her clitoris winking rapidly as it uselessly attempts to retract itself.
- >You check the clock, and see it’s four-fifty. Gosh, you gotta go.
- >Berry is probably both too horny and too doped out to walk, so you take her in your arms,
- >slinging her tiny form over your shoulder such that her head and torso are limply hanging over your back.
- ”Thanks again, Mr. Sylvanshine.”
- >”Sure thing.”
- >…
- >The carriage is still waiting on the street when you exit.
- >You lay your sleepy pony-slave inside the spacious cabin and give the cabbie your directions,
- >heading straight back to the train station.
- >You hope there’s a ride back to Ponyville today.
- ***
- >…
- “Huh…?”
- >”Wake up, Berry. We’re home.”
- “Master?”
- >You’re once again in your lovely harness, completely secured by everything but a gag.
- >Except…
- >Your clit feels incredibly strange. As much as it keeps winking, it never fully retracts itself.
- “My… my…”
- >”That’s your piercing, Berry. Now you can never have one of those pesky orgasms,
- >and you’ll be able to make me your tasty punch without worry. Are you happy?”
- >Happy?
- “Y-yes… it’s strange.”
- >”Well, you’ll get used to it. Or you won’t. Doesn’t much matter to me. Hmm,
- >you spoke out of turn at the doctor’s office earlier. Disobedience must be disciplined, you know.”
- “I… I’m sorry, Master…”
- >”I know, I know, still, just know that you earned this with your behavior.”
- >You feel Anon latch his tongue onto your clit,
- >sucking and tonguing it as rapidly as you’ve ever felt him…
- >no, even worse. It’s unbearable, and you’re trying your best to stifle a scream.
- >”Hehe… it really can’t hide itself anymore. Very good. Still, I need to test its enchantment.”
- >You hear footsteps, and feel a thick rubber ball being secured inside your mouth.
- >”You’ve been a very good girl with your punch, and I don’t quite need any more for the time being.
- >Instead…” You hear a very loud buzzing from behind you.
- >”You’ve not gotten a full-sized stallion in a while, have you? If you missed the size, well, you’re in luck.”
- >You feel a monstrously thick dildo slide into your cunt,
- >vibrating powerfully as the stallion-cock nestles deep inside of you;
- >even worse, you feel its giant flare expand with the tell-tale sound of inflation.
- >You moan fruitlessly into your rubber gag.
- >”I didn’t forget your other hole, don’t you worry…”
- >Your standard, conical butt plug is shoved into your ass,
- >and several full pumps later, it’s stretching you to capacity;
- >your mind is blank in the throes of pleasure so intense you’d have come a dozen times by now.
- >You shake and tremble against the intricate restraints that keep you from moving an inch.
- >”Well, now, you seem to be enjoying this. I just might keep you here for a week or two,
- >see just how much I can destroy your sanity.”
- >You feel a soft pair of hands cup your cheeks.
- >”Good cows don’t need those silly thoughts, do they?”
- >You couldn’t respond even if you tried, locked in an endless, mindless sexual plateau.
- >Celestia help you, slave.
- Fin
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Drinking the Punch Chapter 4
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