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Movie Night

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(Rarity PoV)
>It's taken a little while, but you went ahead and bought a projector.
>Cinema is the future anyway, according to Anon, so you're sure you'll find plenty of use for it.
>You've set it up in your room, and have the first reel set up. A second reel you snagged on a separate trip is waiting by.
>According to the numbering, this one was made right after the first you took.
>You've closed early to today and checked and double checked that the shop is locked up tight as a drum and and all the curtains closed.
>You fix your Anon dildo to the floor and coat it with a little lube. You kind of wish you didn't get a suction cup base one, because you can't attach this to your sybian.
>Everything's ready, so you turn on the projector, hit the lights, and take your seat on your favorite toy while the projector whirs to life.
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OH! Fancy!
>The film was made on one of those really new color cameras.
>The scene is of their bedroom in their old house.
Expected.....WAIT!
>You get up and pause the movie.
If I'm going to do this, I may as well do it right.
>You know that Anon happens to enjoy a ladies....rear, so...why not really put yourself in Fluttershy's hooves?
>Applying lube generously to the member, and working some onto yourself with magic, you think you're ready.
>Balancing over it, you let out a deep sigh and think.
>You've only done this once before. A high class, but crude stallion. He most certainly didn't know how to treat a lady.
>No foreplay, no adjusting, hardly any lube. He just pushed in and bludgeoned your insides for a few seconds.
>Then he flared, oh Celestia you thought you were going to die. Then he pulled out....BEFORE THE FLARE DEFLATED!
>You had...toilet issues for 2 days after that, and you swore you'd never let another stallion in there again.
But Anon isn't a stallion...And this is a day of discovery.
>You grin and grind down on the shaft, popping it in and soon hilting it.
Still feels weird, but Fluttershy seems to enjoy it.
>You magic the projector back on and wait.
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>A: Alright Shy, get on the bed.
>The sound of hooves can be heard before Fluttershy walks from behind the camera.
>She's wearing a tail tie, offering her very little privacy.
>She also looks rather small, but maybe it's the camera angle.
>The second she turns from the camera, that idea is blown out of the water.
No. Anon, you wouldn't.. WAIT maybe this isn't that kind of movie....Heh, maybe it just got mixed up.
>She stands at the foot of the bed, facing the headboard.
>A: Present yourself.
>She immediately buries her face into the blanket and lifts her tail all the way back.
>With her hair out of the way, you notice she's wearing a bridle with a bit and reign. She's also wearing that collar again.
>But more importantly, SHE'S A FILLY!
ANON! How could you?
Should I...report this? No...I shouldn't jump to conclusions, she was still the same mare...just in a filly body.
>Anon grabs her flanks and begins roughly kneading them.
>He them starts spreading and examining her holes with his thumbs. Fluttershy does not react the entire time.
>A: Good girl, they look nice and clean.
>He then drags his fingers across her flanks, causing her to kick buck back, kicking his arms.
I don't blame her, when he did that to me....
>He doesn't look hurt, his expression doesn't even change from deadpan. Fluttershy on the other hoof, looks scared.
>He walks out of frame to for a moment, before returning with a short, thin pole that ends in a leather paddle.
>Instead of using it though, he reaches up and removes the bit gag from her bridle.
>FS: I'm...I'm sorry sir.
>A: Sir?
>FS: Master.
>A: That's better. Kicking me however........If you're going to act like a horse, perhaps I should treat you like one.
>FS: If...if you feel that's best Master.
>He holds the rod in front of her, she lifts her head to look.
>A: This is a riding crop or horse whip, it's made for training and disciplining horses without leaving a mark. How many hits do you think you deserve?
>FS: How...how ever many you think I deserve Master.
>A: Pick a number.
>FS: Umm...100....
>A: Count them, and don't move.
>FS: Yes Master.
>He raises the crop just a little. But even the short lift lets out a vicious hiss from the air when it drops.
>*smack* AAAAHHH! 1.
>Her body tenses and she looks like she desperately wants to run, but she remains in place.
>Every hit he switches sides.
>FS: AHH! 2 AAAAH! 3 AAAH! 4 NGGH! 5 MMPH! 6 AHH! 7 UMPH! 7 NGH! 8 AHH! 9 OOF! 10
>He stops.
>A: I think 10 is enough.
>FS: Thank you Master.
>He gives her one more swat.
>FS: AHH! 11.
>A: You counted 7 twice though, just evening it out.
>You can't believe what you're seeing....She was a filly....but she was still the same inside.
>Still, he was...no, he's always been, well, the dominant in the couple. If he'd been abusive, p0nies would know.
>You decide to give it a chance. You start rocking a little bit on the fake rod and try to forgot the filly part.
>A: Now let's see if you've learned to behave.
>He reaches down and drags his fingers across her flank.
>She shakes and pants a little, but otherwise stays perfectly still.
>After a few minutes he stops, and picks up the crop.
>He brushes the paddle gently across her nether lips. Up and down, side to side.
>You can see she's begun to wink a bit.
>He pulls pack the whip just an inch and gives a few weak but rapid pops.
>FS: EEEP!
>She doesn't seem to be in pain, that didn't look like it would hurt at that distance. It looked more like it was intended to excite or focus her attention.
>He holds it in front of her head, taping the side of her muzzle to get her to look up.
>A: You did very well Fluttershy. Who's my good girl?
>She squees.
>FS: I...I am Master!
>He drops the crop and pets her mane.
>A: That's right.
Alright, she's happy. That's good sign.
>You begin rocking on the dildo a bit harder.
>You have to admit, when it doesn't belong to a selfish stallion, it's somewhat nice.
>Anon takes out some ropes and proceeds to tie Fluttershy up in a strange set of knots.
>FS: Umm, Master, I'm pretty sure I could get out of these...N..not that I want to.
>A: It's not to hold, it's to remind you who you belong to while I handle the chores.
>She gives him a smile.
>FS: I already know that. You're my Master.
>She puts on a sultry voice.
>FS: And I'm your slave, your favorite toy, your most valuable property. Here to do anything you ask of it...*sultry whispering* Anything.
>He pets her again.
>A: That's right. Will you be alright by yourself? Do you need anything?
>FS: Umm, I'm fine. If I could have a book maybe? Please Master?
>A: Essentials only. Food, water, bathroom?
>FS: No Master, I'm fine.
>He inserts a large vibrator into her slit and maxes it out.
>A: Don't leave the bed for any reason short of an emergency.
>FS: *NFF* Yes Master. I *AHH* I'll be right here when....when you get back.
>He replaces her bit gag, blindfolds her, and walks out, hitting a button on the camera as he leaves.
>The camera enters time lapse mode.
>For the next 10 minutes, the film is simply Fluttershy writhing and fidgeting on the bed, though a clock in the background says it lasts over 3 hours.
>You can't imagine what that kind of...need must feel like.
>But you know it's not the worst she's willingly suffered. And this time, she could stop it if she wanted. That says a lot.
>You start rocking on your dildo harder, it actually feels pretty good.
>You haven't even touched the front, and you're sopping wet.
Oh dear, now I'll need to clean that up.
>Anon walks back into the room, switching the camera back to normal as he does so.
>The sounds returns to the video, and you can now hear Fluttershy's desperate moans.
>He pulls the vibrator from her and removes the bit gag.
>A: Hey Shy, I'm back.
>FS: We *Gasp* Welcome back Master, I missed you.
>He reaches down and rubs her belly for just a moment.
>A: How was it?
>She rolls over, faces where she assumes Anon is, and puts her snout to the mattress again.
>It takes her a while because of the binds, but her hind legs were not restrained, so she manages.
>FS: It was torture Master, just as you'd have wanted.
>She sounds almost proud of herself.
>A: Present yourself.
>FS: Yes Master.
>She promptly spins around. Face down tail up.
>He once more examines her holes, finishing off by dragging his fingers across her flank.
>She shudders, but remains still.
>You can feel yourself getting hot. You know you shouldn't be enjoying this, but.....
>He then brings a hand down to her flank with a pop, holding his hand there, fingers digging into her side.
>FS: EEP!
>She jerks a bit in surprise, but manages to hold her position.
>With his other hand, he reaches to her end and seems to grab something.
>Fluttershy begins to moan as he gently pulls.
>Finally, an orb pops out of her rump.
>He gives her a short breather, then tugs to reveal another, and another.
>She was wearing beads this entire time, but you couldn't tell because of video quality. Their apparent transparency only compacts that.
>He pulls, and pulls, and pulls.
Just how much can she...
>Finally, the final bead comes out and the string falls limp.
>FS: Master, I feel empty...and tired. I think the vibrator wore me out. May I sleep?
>A: Denied. You'll be allowed sleep when I've had my fun.
>FS: Yes Master.
>He lubes himself and positions over her rear, then slides in.
>FS: OH! Master!
>He begins to thrust, but shows no concern to her other zones. Just as well, with that collar.
>Instead, he claws and slaps her flanks, pushing her will to its limits.
>After a few minutes, she starts to tremble.
>A: You need to relax.
>FS: Yes Master
Y..yes Master.
>You jolt from your sex addled haze.
>Was this really getting to you that much?
>You try to shrug your outburst off and go back to what you were doing.
>Anon continues roughly pounding Fluttershy's rear.
>This is all about him, and you....
>You just realized that you've been bobbing in time with his thrusts.
>Part of you wishes you were in Fluttershy's hooves.
>You give up, this is....really hot. Nop0ny else will know if you role play with this.
>Every time he speaks, you answer your pretend owner in the most submissive yet dignified manner you're able.
Of course Master.
At once Master.
As you command Master.
>You follow the thrusts, focusing solely on your rear.
>Whenever you reach the edge, you stop, denying yourself relief.
>You feel so naughty, and you....love it.
>Anon finally seems on edge.
>With a heavy grunt, he buries himself in her bottom and holds there.
>FS: Ahh! Master? May MMMPH! May I cum?
>A: Hmm....Do you deserve to?
>FS: Th...that's aaahhh... up to you Master.
>A: Yes or no....
Yes. Your servant humbly requests permission to orgasm.
>FS: N...no Master, I don't deserve it.
>What? After all that?
>Anon simply smiles and removes her collar.
>All the built need is finally released at once, a rush of fluids coating both floors.
>FS: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!
MMMMMMWAAAAA!
>A: Permission granted.
>Anon pulls out and retrieves a plug from the nightstand and plops it into her rear, just like last time.
>Following the cue, you detach the toy from the floor, and by wearing some sexy lingerie, hold it place like a makeshift plug.
>He removes her blindfold and lays down with Fluttershy on the bed, stroking her mane.
>FS: I'm glad you've umm, gotten less scared of being a little rough with me. If I'm stuck like this, I don't want everyone to treat me like I'm made of glass.
>A: Don't worry Shy, you're body may have changed, but I don't intend to let it affect our life.
>FS: Thanks Anon. I love you.
>A: I love you too Shy.
>FS: Permission to sleep Master?
>He gives her a smile.
>A: Permission granted.
>She snuggles into his chest and arms, and is quickly asleep.
>Anon doesn't seem tired at all, he sits there simply petting her for a few minutes until the film finally runs out.
>The movie's right, sleep sounds like a marvelous idea.
>It feels strange wearing the toy in your rump, but you walk to your bed and lie down as your thoughts drift.
>While it's surprising that Fluttershy becoming a filly did little to stop their very active sex life, you're glad that it all seems on the up and up.
>But you don't know if the others would understand, and decide it might be best kept secret.
>You have one film left, but that can wait till after your nap.
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>You wake up very restless. Having tossed and turned in your sleep.
>Sleeping with a full rump was an...interesting experience. But not an unpleasant one.
>You had a nice dream of Anon if nothing else.
>After heading to the kitchen for a snack, you return to make your bed.
Oh dear!
>There's a small stain of your need, so you grab your sheets and take them to the wash.
>Then there's still a puddle on the floor that needs to be cleaned....after some more fun of course.
>You remove the slave reel, and put the second one in the projector.
>Once it's all set, you whip off the lingerie and drop your rump to the floor with a thump.
UHHooooh.
>You start to bob on it a bit, but stop.
>It's dry and a little rough, so you levitate over the lube and rub some onto your ring.
>Bobbing a little, while pouring a generous amount, you've soon lubed the entire thing, and are finally ready to go.
>With a simple burst of magic, the lights are off, and the projector whirs to life.
>The first image is Fluttershy looking into the camera, then bounding back towards the bed.
>Anon and 5 other fillyfied Fluttershys are sitting there.
Oh dear, I remember when this happened.
>They each have a simple collar with a numbered tag on it so that Anon could tell them apart.
>FS3: Alright Anon! It's on!
>A: Alright girls, you ready?
>FS: Umm, whenever you are Anon.
>Anon grabs a box from under the bed and sets it to the side.
>A: Alright girls, I need to find out which of you is the strongest, so we're going to be playing a little game.
>They all seem confused. Maybe they don't know what they're going to do?
>He pulls out a very long string of anal beads with a gold colored bead at the center.
>A: Anal tug of war. Anyone go too much lube? Or too little?
>They all adjust themselves a bit before confirming that they're fine.
>A: Alright, 4 and 6, come here please.
>They trot over and present their rears to him.
>He reaches down and tugs.
>From 4, he pulls a medium sized plug, from 6, a sizable string of beads.
My word! How often does she wear this stuff?
>He kneads their flanks a bit, dipping a finger or two inside. Finally he turns them rear to rear and lifts the beads.
>One after another, he pops bead after bead inside them, carefully alternating to ensure they have the same number inside.
>When only a few remain between them, he stands tall and explains the rules.
>A: Alright, it's simple tug of war, except with anal. The first one to have the beads come out looses. Be firm, but don't yank, so you don't hurt yourself.
>FS4/6: Yes sir.
>He raises his hands, pauses for effect, then with an audible pop on both their flanks, signals them.
>A: GO!
>They tense up and grind their hooves into the bed and pull.
>As soon as it starts, a few beads pop from both, but this slows as they get their bearings.
>Soon, they're reduced to huffing and moaning through grit teeth as they pull like their lives depended on it.
>As they work, beads continue to pop from both from time to time.
>FS4: I'M GO-GONNA WIN YOU NAG!
>FS6: I DON'T THINK SO HORSE!
>You're surprised to see Fluttershy using such foul insults, especially towards herself.
>This only goes on for a few minutes before 4 buckles under orgasm, and 6 takes the oppertunity to pull the string from her rump.
>A: That's it, Shy 6 wins.
>Anon pulls the rest of the beads from 6. Both of them trot back over to the others as 4 pouts.
Alright, next up, 2 and 3.
>They walk over and present.
>You pause the film.
>You can't believe yourself, you're getting off to this. It's not even Anon himself, it Fluttershys having a sex competition. FILLY FluttershysAnon isn't doing anything.
>No, you're not like that, it's Anon in charge of this. Fluttershy may be the focus of the film, but it's ALL for Anonymous's enjoyment. All of it.
*Sigh* That's all I needed.
>You start pumping again. Inhibition gone, you bring yourself to the edge within a minute, and let loose on the floor.
It....it rather does....does look like squash soup. Ha ha.
>Shaking yourself back to your senses, you start the projector back up, and wait.
>Anon reaches down and from 2 her pulls a based dildo like your own. From 3, several egg vibrators, pulling the control pads from her inner legs.
>Once again, he kneads their rears before placing the string in them.
>The same beads, that can HARDLY be sanitary....but they are the same p0ny.
>He raises a hand again, then slaps their flanks, signaling their start.
>And signaling you to ride the fake member like the wind. You also take plenty of time to test hard you can squeeze.
>It plays out much as before, for several minutes, she pulls and pulls, lobbing insults at herself.
>Eventually, 2 slips and falls onto her stomach, 3 pulls the beads from her rump before she can recover.
>You let out a load gasp as you cum again. You didn't manage a maregasm, but it still feels wonderful.
Mmmha!
>A: That's it, 3 wins.
>Anon pulls the beads from 3's rear and the two make their way back to the group.
>A: Alright, 1 and 5, step up.
>They walk forward an present.
>From 1, he pulls a rotating plug, and from 5, an anal hook attached to her tail.
>Dear Celestia her end is well trained.
>He repeats the same process as before.
>Kneed, beads, slap. They go about their contest as you bob on the toy like there's no tomorrow.
>After a while 5 stops pulling, the shift throws 1 off, and 5 yanks the string from her.
>A: 5 wins! 6 and 3, come up.
>He restarts on them, this one is longer than the last.
>Just as you reach your peak, 6 manages to pull the string from 3.
>A: 6 wins. Take a few minutes, last one is coming up.
>One of the Fluttershys flies over and the film clicks out for a second.
>Probably saving film.
>He prepares them like normal, and sets them loose with a slap.
>They pull and stomp with surprising force for their small forms, trading insults the whole time.
>This time around, it lasts several minutes, at one point they even use their wings for extra force.
>Eventually, though, 5 gives a strong yank, and manages to pull the string from 6.
>A: 5 wins, stay right where you are.
>Anon takes the string from 5 and sets it with the earlier removed toys as 6 walks to the group.
>Anon lifts another box and pulls out some gear.
>A: Stand up straight.
>She does so, and he fits her with shackles, wing binds, tail wrap, and a blindfold.
>He then adds spreader bars to her front and hind legs, then attaches them down the middle with a third bar.
>To top it off, he fits her with a special collar you've come to recognize.
>He turns her to face the other 5 Fluttershys.
>A: Say hello to your new mistresses 5.
>They all seem surprised, at this, but she does as instructed.
>FS5: He...hello mistresses.
>A: They're going to be having fun with you for a while. You're to do whatever they ask of you.
>FS5: Yes Master.
>A: Girls, you have permission to do anything you want to yourself, within reason.
>He pats 5 on the head.
>A: I've gotta head into town to make us some money. I expect them to give a good review of your performance when I get back.
>FS5: Yes Master, I'll be a good filly.
>He gives her a kiss then takes out another box and sets it aside.
>A: Have fun, but not so much that you forget your chores.
>And with that he walks out.
>The Fluttershys all look a bit out of their zone honestly.
>One of them walks up and pulls 5 to the center of the bed.
>FS: Umm...stay there, if that's okay.
>FS5: Yes Mistress.
>The others blush brightly at this word.
>FS: So, umm, I'm going to go get the chores out of the way.
>The other 4 nod and speak in unison.
>FS: Me too.
>FS5: Please, umm, please tell the animals hi for me.
>They...they all help each other get their toys back inside their plots.
She wasn't *MWA!* kidding about his favorite!
>You work yourself harder on the fake rod.
>With their rears filled, they file from the room, one cutting off the camera as she leaves.
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>There's a slight jump in placements as one of them turns it on when heading back into the room.
>The video isn't clear enough to make out their numbers without them being addressed, so you have no idea which she is.
>She steps into the bathroom for a minute to clean up.
>When she steps out, she jumps onto the bed and takes a deep breath.
>FS: Umm, I...if it's not too much trouble, could I maybe, umm....
>FS5: A..Anon said I'm your slave today. So umm, you don't need to ask.
>The free one looks embarrassed even asking but gives a very nervous nod.
>FS: I umm, I'd like you to, umm, lick me if that's not too much trouble.
>FS5: Of course Mistress.
>She backs herself into 5's snout and 5 begins her work.
>You can't see much, but within a few minutes, the dom looks like she's about to blow.
>A benefit of self service perhaps.
>FS: Op *GASP* open your mouth.
>She obeys, and the dom has a full maregasm, releasing into her mouth.
>FS: *pant* *pant* Swallow it. Please?
>She obeys, gulping down the thick fluid without question.
>FS5: Anything else Mistress?
>FS: N...no, nothing now.
>FS5: Well, umm, I'll be right here if you need anything.
>As she turns to leave, the other 4 Fluttershys walk in.
>FS: Oh umm, you're already here. We were.
>FS: Anon wanted us to, umm, use her, so...
>They all seem extremely uncomfortable, 5 is the only one who seems to have any sort of composure.
>FS: Oh, umm, were you two busy? Sorry, we'll leave.
>FS5: WAIT! Umm, please? Anon wanted you all to use me. Don't worry, I'm here to please.
>They all scuff their hooves across the floor.
>FS: Umm, well. Anon did want us to.
>They all nod in agreement and jump onto the bed.
>It didn't take much convincing, but you were told they all shared the same mind set.
>Another one walks up to 5 and sticks her sex into her face.
>FS: Can I umm, get a licking please?
>FS5: Anything Mistress.
>As the top gets into the rhythm of things, the others start to realize they're really in charge.
>One walks over and says something you can't make out to the top, then flips 5 onto her back.
>FS: I umm, I think it'll be fun to....to put her more on edge.
>She begins eating out 5 while 5 handles the her now riding her face.
>Soon, the rider moans out and lets loose. 5 promptly drinks it down.
>FS5: Thank you Mistress. Do you *moan* need any *AHH!* anything else?
>FS: Umm, no, nothing.
>Another Fluttershy sits on 5's face and asks for attention, which she promptly receives.
>one more moves up and starts sucking on her teats, occasionally making out with the one giving 5 oral attentions.
>The top is quickly on edge, when she does something you didn't expect, and shifts forward.
>FS: Th- The other *gasp* other hole.
>FS5: Wha...what?
>FS: Oh, umm, I....*mumble*...I...I wasn't asking.
>The top gives her an....incredibly gentle looking hit with her hoof.
>FS5: *EEP* Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress!
>She leans up a little bit and bites, and starts to pull the toy from her. A normal anal plug.
>That would help you identify them if you weren't sure they switched toys.
>She tosses it aside and buries her snout into the others rear.
How repulsive! Still....
>Maybe Anon likes this kind of thing. She decide to try to just get over it, and continue working yourself.
>One of the two who've been watching walks over a takes the plug, and pops it into 5's rear.
>Soon, the one riding her snout lets out a loud moan and her juices flow across 5,s face.
>FS5: Th- thank you Mistress. Do you require anything else?
>FS: Again! I...I want it again.
>FS5: Yes Mistress.
>FS: Hey, I want a turn! If, umm, if that's alright.
>The sighs but surrenders 5's face to the one currently left out.
>FS: The umm, rear hole please. I mean...umm DO IT SLAVE!
>FS5: Yes Mistress.
>She works out her toy, the rotating plug still whirring away.
>3 of them stare at the top after the burst of dominance, while the previous top looks at the spinning toy.
>She stands it up and begins to lower herself to it, but stops and looks at it.
>FS: This thing is too dirty.
>Two look up from 5's hind quarters.
>FS: Hmm? Umm, that looks pretty clean to me.
>FS: We, umm, we stay really clean. Anon makes sure of it.
>FS: Oh, well, yeah. But, umm, there's no reason not clean them......
>She looks at 5.
>FS: When there's a washer right here.
>You stop slamming the rod at this point. The others seem to share your sentiment, all looking a bit surprised at her statement.
>FS: What? I mean, umm.... Look, she's got her tongue in 3's butt right now. Is it really that different?
>The others look about and mumble to each other and nod.
>This one seems to have gotten whatever dominant streak Fluttershy might have had.
>The others seem to follow her lead. You still can't make out the collar numbers, but you decide to call her 1 anyway.
>FS1: Umm, get off her snout 3. Please?
>3 gets off of 5 with a whimper.
>FS1: How about it 5? How'd you like to put that mouth to use as our toy cleaner?
>Her ears flop down.
>FS5: I...if you want Mistress.
>FS1: Good! Okay, ummm....wait, no. How does Anon do it?
>FS: Do what?
>FS1: Oh yeah. Not if I want you to. I umm, I asked if you wanted to. Do you want to suck the toys clean?
>FS5: I, umm, well......
>FS1: Well?
>FS5: Yes, Mistress. I would like that. May I please clean the toys like a proper slave?
>Despite her words, her body language speaks volumes.
>FS1: Alright, I'll allow it. Be careful with them. They're, ummm, they're worth more than you.
>1 lifts the rotating plug to 5's mouth.
>FS1: Say please!
>FS5: Please Mistre-
>1 jams the toy partway into 5's mouth.
MY WORD!
>The shaft spins in 5's mouth as she gags and coughs.
>1 pulls it out and puts on an angry face, even if 5 can't see it.
>FS1: I thought you wanted to do this. Should I tell Master you were a bad slave?
>FS5: Please don't! I'm sorry Mistress, please let me try again.
>1 lowers the toy into 5's mouth instead of jamming it.
>She takes it in, and you can soon see 5's throat bulge, the mass twitching from they toy's movement.
>She begins to work the toy in an almost loving fashion. Sucking, licking, suckling.
>It's disgusting, but you're curious about where this goes.
>After a while, 1 pulls the toy from 5 and looks it over.
>FS1: Hmm, this, umm, this looks good.
>FS5: Thank you Mistress.
>1 sets the toy back up and slides it back into herself.
>FS1: *Aaamph!* Don't get too proud. You've *uhh* still got a lot of work to do.
>FS5: Yes Mistress, anything you need.
>1 gives 5 a hit in the chest.
>FS1: Whatever I WANT!
>FS5: I'm sorry Mistress. Anything you want. Anything any of my Mistresses wants.
>1 looks back to the other 4.
>FS1: Why aren't you girls doing anything? Anon wanted us to have fun. We should do what he wants.
>FS: Oh, umm, alright I guess.
>One of them walks from the group and begins suckling her teats again.
>Another resumes giving her oral attention.
>FS1: That all you're gonna do? She's supposed to serve us.
>FS: Oh, umm, well, she's wearing the collar, so....
>FS1: Uhh, fine.
>She walks into the bathroom and returns with some clippers and a small bag that she sets to the side.
>FS1: Let's make this horse look like the nag she is.
>FS: What are you about to do?
>FS1: I'm going to clip those pretty pinks locks off. I don't suppose the toy has a problem with that.
>FS5: N..no Mistress, I don't.
>FS: I don't think you should do that. Anon might get upset.
>FS1: He said we could do whatever we want.
>FS: Well I don't want you t-
>1 gets in her face.
>FS1: Stop me then.
>The other Fluttershy backs off, and the two working 5 back away.
>1 rolls 5 back onto her stomach and readies the clippers.
>With only a few cuts, her flowing tail and mane fall to the bed. Only a very scant amount remaining.
>FS1: There you go slave. Nice and unpresentable.
>FS5: Tha *sniffle* thank you Mistress.
>FS: Alright, you're being a little mean here. Maybe you should just calm down a little.
>1 smacks the opposing Fluttershy in the face, causing her to back off.
>FS1: Don't tell me what to do! You're all just as bad as here.
>FS's: What did we do?
>FS1: Just shut up before I kick your flanks.
>The other 4 all back off from 1 and silently watch from the side of the bed.
>FS1: See slave, now I'm in a bad mood because these ones were defending your nag flank.
>FS5: Sorry Mistress.
>1 digs in the box Anon left and pulls out the riding crop.
>FS1: I think it's time for a whipping. 500 hits sounds about right to me.
>FS5: Th..that sounds fair Mistress. I assume you want me to count them.
>FS1: I do. But now it's 1000 for assuming I did. And assuming I care if it's fair.
>FS5: Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress. I humble welcome any punishment you deem appropriate.
>You can't believe that she's just taking this, or that she'd do this, especially to herself.
>Did Anon know this would happen? You may need to have a word with him later depending on how this ends.
>She raises the crop, and with a sickening hiss, brings it down.
>*CRACK*
>FS5: AHHH! 1. MMMPH! 2. EEEE! 3.
>She keeps hitting and hitting. Unlike Anon, she didn't stop at 10, or 20, or even 50.
>And while Anon only gave small hits, 1 seems to be hitting as hard as she can.
>FS5: NNNGH! 83. GAH! 84. ERP! 85.....
>1 stops and throws her head about, getting a few pops.
>FS1: Great, now my neck hurts.
>FS5: I'm sorry Mistress.
>FS1: You should be. Tell you what, we'll just shorten this by making it hurt a lot more.
>FS5: Y..yes Mistress. Anything you want. I live to serve.
>FS1: I know. At least we're good for something.
What?
>She rolls 5 over, but 5 squirms and forces herself back onto her stomach.
>FS5: I...I'm sorry Mistress, but I was laying on my wing wrong.
>FS1: Aww, I understand.
>She leans in and-
Dear....Celestia.
>She starts tearing the feathers from 5's wings.
>5 begs and begs, but 1 keeps pulling.
>FS5: MISTRESS! PLEASE!
>FS1: SHUT UP! Why do you care? You *sniff* you can hardly fly anyway.
>The other four just look on with a cringe.
>By the time she's finished, there's few feathers left. Just two black arms swollen from the abuse.
>1 reaches up and slides the wing binds off, the limbs lacking the packing for them to actually stay on.
I think that's enough of this for just now.
>You stop the projector and start to get up when you feel a tug.
Oh, right. The toy.
>Honestly, you'd forgotten you were even on it soon after you stopped bobbing.
>It's rather amazing what you can forget when you're watching a horror show.
>You shift and then lift off of it.
MWAAH! *pant*
>To be honest, you feel a little empty after having worn it for several hours.
>You go about handling your chores, nightly routines, food, and of course a marvelous bath.
>Last thing of the night is to clean up the little...mess you've left behind.
>After you finish, you go to think up some dress designs, but find yourself nodding off constantly.
>You JUST had a nap, but maregasms seem to REALLY take it out of you. You have no idea how Fluttershy can even function.
>After a couple of unproductive hours, you decide to turn in for bed early.
>Before you lay down, you decide to wear it again.
>Removing it from the floor, you work a little more lube onto it and yourself, and pop the toy back in.
>Your body shakes a bit as it bottoms out.
I want you.....*pant*.....to give me more good dreams little Anon.
>You put the lingerie back on and a towel down to keep from needing more sheets, and finally lay your head down for the night.
I'll *yawn* finish that vulgar movie in the morning.
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>You awake a little sore, a little wet, but very content.
>There's plenty to do this morning, but first you grab a dream journal you keep and start writting.
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>"He treated me to a fine dinner and a romantic evening."
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>"For once, I knew what it meant to be treated like a lady."
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>"Our lips meet, and the universe seems to explode around us."
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>"We decided to skip the hotel and made passionate love right there under the stars."
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>"It's so warm, I drift to sleep in his warm, strong arms."
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>"I love you Anon."
>"I love you too Rarity."
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>After going through it a few times to make sure you've gotten every detail you can remember down, you lock and hide the book once more.
>You head to the bathroom to handle your lesser hygiene concerns.
>When you finish, you to add more lube than normal and put on your exercise clothes.
>THIS promises to be an interesting workout.
>You stretch and flex to loosen yourself up.
>And also stretch and flex to loosen yourself up.
>After you're certain you can take this, you turn your treadmill on low and step on.
>It immediately gets a small response, but you've been walking like this, so you decide to turn it up a little.
>You have to trot a little to keep up. It's a very interesting experience.
>Up it goes again and again.
>Soon it's up to ten miles an hour and you're having to run.
>It's VERY difficult to do.
>it's not long before you're wracked by a strong orgasm.
>Your legs buckle and you fall. The machine throws you back across the floor.
I *huff* think that's enough for today.
>Normally your fitness routine is bigger, but that was a bit much.
>You go to take a proper shower, eat, and get ready to open the boutique.
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Should I?
>Looking around, you grab some clean lingerie and a slightly simple dress and throw them on.
>You can wear it all day, and nop0ny will know.
I feel like such a *hehe* naughty filly!
>You open the shop and take your seat behind the counter.
>Soon, you get your first customer, and another, and another.
>Throughout the day, you manage to maintain ladylike composure.
>They never know how dirty you are, and you LOVE it!
>As the day winds down, your last customer of the day comes in.
Good evening Lyra!
>"Heya Rarity! What's happening?"
Oh, *deep breath* nothing much. I was just getting ready to close the shop.
>"Oh, sorry, I'll just come back later then."
Nonsense darling! I'll be happy to help you. What did you need.
>"Oh, well, I'm visiting Canterlot soon, and I needed a dress for when I play. It's a little more fancy than giving shows in the park ya know?"
Of course! We can't have you playing for a high class crowd without looking your best, now can we?
>You immediately take out your tools and begin taking her measurements.
>"So, Rarity?"
Yes?
>"What's been going on lately? Anon and Flutters went missing for a while, then when they turn up again, Fluttershy is an Alicorn and somethin about Anon just feels...weird."
>"Now their house is empty, I've only seen either of them a few times since."
Oh, well. I'm not sure. But the alicorn thing was simply a temporary effect from a magical accident. Aesthetic only. But she did look rather beautiful, did she not?
>"Rarity, don't lie too me. I'm at least good enough with magic to feel it pouring off of her. A lot of the unicorns in town can."
*sigh* Has anyp0ny ever told you you're too curious for your own good?
>"Heheh, all the time! So spill, what do you know?"
Well, I'll tell you they live in the Everfree castle now.
>"All the way out there? Why wasn't I told? I'm like, one of his best friends!"
No offense Lyra, but you rather got on his nerves after all your tries at getting him to rut you during that whole book fiasco. I think he might be a little creeped out by you.
>"Now that's not fair! I was trying to join his herd. Almost all of them just wanted a good rutting."
Now darling, I can understand that, but trying to focus just on his *unf* ability wasn't the way to do it.
>"Oh, be quiet, you at least got to see. He is pretty sexy though, isn't he?"
Well, his looks might be a bit of an acquired taste, but he certainly knows how to treat a lady.
>"Aww, do you have to rub it in my face?"
I, what? No! I meant that he's a lot more polite and considerate than most stallions. Even many so called high class ones.
>ESPECIALLY the high class ones.
>"Oh. Yeah. Well, still, maybe I can pay him a vist."
I don't know about that. He might still be upset with you.
>"Oh. Well, I've given up on trying to get with him. I'd just like to be friends again."
Well, I do believe I can put in a good word for you. Perhaps he'll be willing to talk again.
>"EEE! Thanks Rarity!"
>She gives you a slight tackle hug, knocking you hard onto your rump.
MWAAAH!
>She lets go and looks at you.
>"Are you okay?"
O..of course darling. I simply have a....a rather bad bruise on my leg is all.
>"Oh, I'm really sorry, I didn't know!"
It's alright. Anyway, run along now. I've gotten your measurements, so now I must create. I should have it ready the day after tomorrow.
>"Just one mor-"
AH! Now you mustn't disturb an artist when she's busy! Shoo! Go on!
>She takes the hint and leaves.
>When she's finally away, you lock the door and stand up.
Oh dear.
>You had a mini maregasm and left a small spot on the floor.
>That's another thing you'll have to clean. You wouldn't be surprised if your chair warps after today.
>Still, you made it through the day undiscovered.
>But you came really close at the end.
>Nop0ny would have ever looked at you the same again.
>How terrifying, how shameful, how......arousing!
>You shake yourself from your little thought and close all the blinds and finish the end of day chores.
>After cleaning up the puddle and the various smaller stains you left throughout the day, you head upstairs and handle your hygiene and re-lube your favorite toy.
>Today wasn't a busy day, so the dresses can wait for a little while.
>Instead of fixing the base to the floor, the just lay on your bed.
>If the rest of this movie is anything like what you've seen so far, you're not going to be getting off to it. The toy is only there because....because.
Because I like it. I'm SO DIRTY!
>There, you admitted it to yourself. A p0ny should at least be honest with herself.
>After you take a small break to wallow in self disgust, you flip on the projector.
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>It resumes right where you left off, with 5's wings stripped almost entirely of feathers.
>1 rolls 5 onto her back and turns around to tape the crop to her hoof.
>One of the other Fluttershys moves forward to fiddle with 5's binds.
>1 takes notice, and swats the offending Fluttershy in the cheek with the crop.
>FS1: Back! He wanted us to use her. If you won't I will.
>She raises the crop over 5, and brings it down.
>ONTO HER SLIT!
>FS5: GYAAAAAH!
>Again and again, 1 wails into the sensitive flesh of both of her clones holes.
>FS5: M...m..*sob* mistress, please stop. Please?
>FS1: Fine, but only if you can do one more thing.
>FS5: A..Anything, please Mistress.
>FS1: Present your clit.
>FS5: Wha..what?
>FS1: I said wink and hold.
>5 presents herself to 1's cruelty.
>FS1: Not peaking out, as far as you can take it.
>5 slowly opens and exposes her button as far as it can, and holds.
>FS1: 12 blows. Count.
>FS5: *smack* AAAAAAAAAAGH! 1 *smack* UUUUUUGH! 2
>By the time she finishes, 5's button is so bruised and swollen that she can't even close it.
>FS1: Good, now onto our next game!
>She pulls off the crop and takes back up the shears.
>She shaves one of 5's haunches and then starts bending a clothes hanger until it's an encircled "A".
>Then she lights a candle on the bedside table, and holds the thing over it.
>FS1: Time to get branded horse!
>The others have FINALLY had enough and move up and grab her.
>FS: That's enough! You're going too far!
>FS1: LET! ME! GO!
>FS: What's wrong with you? What you're doing is just torture. Why?
>FS1: Because she's useless. Because we're all completely *sob* worthless!
>FS: Worthless? Oh, umm.
>1 starts sniffling and crying a little, as the others look on unsure. Even 5 seems to take notice, though she still can't see.
>1 breaks free from the other 4 and starts just hitting 5 in the face.
>FS1: WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING USELESS?
>The others quickly pull her off.
>1 just breaks down and starts crying into her hooves.
>FS1: We're *sob* just a drain.
>Suddenly, they all town their head to a sound that the video didn't seem to pick up.
>The door clicks, and Anon steps in with a small smile.
>A: Heya Shies, I'm home.
>His mood instantly sours when he sees the bruised and battered filly, a sobbing one, and several worried ones.
>A: What happened here?
>FS1: I'm so sorry Master, it's all my fault. She was a good slave, I was just a terrible Mistress.
>He walks over and removes 5's binds, ties, and blindfold before cradling her in his arms.
>A: I don't care about that. Is anyone else actually hurt besides her?
>FS1: N..*sob* No Master.
>A: Stay put.
>He then takes the bruised Fluttershy to the bathroom.
>You can hear running water and the sound of him rummaging through thing.
>When he returns, 5 has been washed, groomed, and doctored.
>She's still not much for looks, and has swelling all over, but at least she's not covered in dried fluids.
>He sets her down and puts a tube of what looks like ointment on the bedside.
>Then he picks up all the dirty towels and takes them away.
>When he returns, he picks 5 back up and stares down the other 5.
>A: Now who's going to tell me what happened?
>One, who you assume is 1, steps forward and looks away ashamedly.
>FS1: It...it was all my fault. The others mostly tried to just do some oral play, but I ended up taking over and I....I just started torturing her.
>A: Why would you do that?
>She starts to sniffle.
>FS5: She, umm, she kept saying how....how worthless we all are, her too.
>A: Huh?
>FS1: She...that's it. We...I...Fluttershy has done nothing but make your life harder.
>Anon's expression softens and he sits down on the bed looks at 1.
>A: Now why would you think that?
>FS1: I...*sob* well, when we needed money, I talked suggested we help Twilight, and now you get harassed because I'm poor.
>FS1: I tried to do something special with that human spell, and I just ended up making everyone think you're a filly fiddler.
>FS1: Then just when we think we've found a fix, I just end up giving you 5 more mouths to feed, and the 6 of us can't really work.
>She breaks down crying again.
>FS1: You put up with so much because of me, *sob* everything I touch turns....turns to SHIT.
>FS1: And....well, I saw I was in charge of, well, me, and I just started taking it out on her.
>He looks sad now. He lays down and pulls 1 into his side, 5 in his other.
>A: You girls come here too.
>They all pile in and snuggle close to him.
Aww, how adorable!
>A: I want you girls to know that I love you very much.
FS: R..really?
>A: Of course. In fact, I'm a little offended you'd think otherwise.
>He gives a little chuckle, and the Fluttershys look a little embarrassed.
>A: Sure, money is a little tight right now, and maybe it's a bit rough out there, but don't you worry. We'll get through it, together.
>The Shys all give him a smile, especially 1 who smiles almost as big and Pinkie, but it soon fades.
>FS1: So, what are you going to do about....what I did?
>A: *sigh* Well, I don't think discipline is the right way to go with this. Maybe just taking a little extra time to talk about our feelings each day will work.
>A: So, no secrets in this house. If something's wrong, I want you to tell me. If it really comes down to it, we'll seek professional help, but I hope it's not that bad.
>He gestures over to 5.
>A: Meanwhile, until 5 heals, the rest of you are going to be her nurses when I'm working.
>FS1: Yes sir.
>She leans over the 5.
>FS1: Can you ever forgive me?
>5 wraps 1 in a hug.
>FS5: Of course I can. But I just want you to know that it really really hurt.
>FS1: I...I know. If there's anyway I can make it up to you.
>She stands, picks up the crude brand from the table, and gestures to her shaved haunch.
>FS5: Well, if you could convince Anon to get me a proper brand.
>She turns and wiggles it towards Anon.
>FS5: How about it Master? Didn't you say lots of humans did it so their horseys couldn't be stolen? *giggle* It's for my own safety.
>All the Fluttershys start giggling.
>Well THAT was unexpected. He never mentioned anything like that. Maybe he was worried about offending everp0ny?
>Still she said it in a very playful way, so you doubt she's serious.
>Anon turns a pretty red, but reaches out and scoops up all six of them with a small laugh, and pulls them into a tight "bear hug".
>A: Funny! Silly fillies.
>He kicks back the bedding and let pulls the blanket over him and the six fillies snuggling into him.
>A: Alright, It's been a long day. Let's get some rest before dinner.
>They all settle down, and the film consists of him laying down and petting the six of them, especially 5, until the film runs out a few minutes later.
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Aww!
>That was really sweet at the end.
>You get up and put the reel back in its case, and set it with the first one.
>Over dinner, you finally decide to try to get in. You've thought about it many times, but this will be the first time you try.
>Given his experiences with harassment, you're not sure he'll go for a herd at all. But if anyp0ny can open him to the idea, you believe your charm gives you a good chance.
>After dinner, you head up to begin on today's work orders with a big smile on your face.
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The next day.
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>You've donned your cloak once again and are standing outside P0nyville's only adult store.
>Luckily, it's on the edge of town and hidden in the basement of an unremarkable building in a back alley.
>It's honestly the only way such a place is allowed to exist in such a small town.
>You take a deep breath, make a mental note to change your speaking style, and step in.
>The owner, a unicorn stallion named Dodge sits behind the counter.
>"Welcome to my humble store."
Oh! Umm, yes, thank you.
>"Can I help you with anything ma'am, or would you prefer to browse?"
Oh, I'm looking for something that can be *ahem* worn... discreetly.
>"You mean in public."
I...yes, in public.
>"Well, we've gotten in a small selection of flare balls. I'm told they feel quite pleasurable rolling in the flare cavern. Perhaps they would suit your needs?"
No. Something for the....other hole.
>"Ah, then you'll be wanting beads. Perhaps in a larger size for feeling?"
I believe that would work.
>"Alright, I'm sure you can find something in your size and color."
>You look about, there's nothing with a string in your shade, so you pick out your size.
Excuse me, but you didn't have this in my color. Do you have more in stock by any chance?
>He looks at your choice, a string of 12 beads large enough to provide that full feeling.
>"I'll check. What's your skin tone? Black, peach or brown? Solid or mottled?"
It's, umm, gray...solid.
>Curse having and unusual skin color.
>"Well aren't you special. I think I can help you. Please wait."
>He steps into the back. While you wait, you decide it wouldn't hurt to pick up some of those cavern balls to try later.
>You pick out some with a nice looking texture and put them as he comes back.
>"This your color miss?"
Ah, yes, thank you. That, and these please, I decided I could give them a try.
>Very well ma'am, that'll be 43 bits.
>You pay your bill and head out.
>When you're away, you pull off your cloak and hide it in your saddlebag, and duck into a public restroom.
>Disgusting place, but it's private. Using some lube you'd stashed in your bag, you pop your new beads in and look in your makeup mirror.
>Nothing but a perfectly matching string reveals anything is off. Perfect.
>You clean up and head out to handle your work of today with a small pep in your step.

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>It's taken a little while, but you went ahead and bought a projector.
>Cinema is the future anyway, according to Anon, so you're sure you'll find plenty of use for it.
>You've set it up in your room, and have the first reel set up. A second reel you snagged on a separate trip is waiting by.
>According to the numbering, this one was made right after the first you took.
>You've closed early to today and checked and double checked that the shop is locked up tight as a drum and and all the curtains closed.
>You fix your Anon dildo to the floor and coat it with a little lube. You kind of wish you didn't get a suction cup base one, because you can't attach this to your sybian.
>Everything's ready, so you turn on the projector, hit the lights, and take your seat on your favorite toy while the projector whirs to life.
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OH! Fancy!
>The film was made on one of those really new color cameras.
>The scene is of their bedroom in their old house.
Expected.....WAIT!

>You get up and pause the movie.
If I'm going to do this, I may as well do it right.
>You know that Anon happens to enjoy a ladies....rear, so...why not really put yourself in Fluttershy's hooves?
>Applying lube generously to the member, and working some onto yourself with magic, you think you're ready.
>Balancing over it, you let out a deep sigh and think.
>You've only done this once before. A high class, but crude stallion. He most certainly didn't know how to treat a lady.
>No foreplay, no adjusting, hardly any lube. He just pushed in and bludgeoned your insides for a few seconds.
>Then he flared, oh Celestia you thought you were going to die. Then he pulled out....BEFORE THE FLARE DEFLATED!
>You had...toilet issues for 2 days after that, and you swore you'd never let another stallion in there again.
But Anon isn't a stallion...And this is a day of discovery.
>You grin and grind down on the shaft, popping it in and soon hilting it.
Still feels weird, but Fluttershy seems to enjoy it.
>You magic the projector back on and wait.

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>A: Alright Shy, get on the bed.
>The sound of hooves can be heard before Fluttershy walks from behind the camera.
>She's wearing a tail tie, offering her very little privacy.
>She also looks rather small, but maybe it's the camera angle.
>The second she turns from the camera, that idea is blown out of the water.
No. Anon, you wouldn't.. WAIT maybe this isn't that kind of movie....Heh, maybe it just got mixed up.
>She stands at the foot of the bed, facing the headboard.
>A: Present yourself.
>She immediately buries her face into the blanket and lifts her tail all the way back.
>With her hair out of the way, you notice she's wearing a bridle with a bit and reign. She's also wearing that collar again.
>But more importantly, SHE'S A FILLY!
ANON! How could you?
Should I...report this? No...I shouldn't jump to conclusions, she was still the same mare...just in a filly body.
>Anon grabs her flanks and begins roughly kneading them.
>He them starts spreading and examining her holes with his thumbs. Fluttershy does not react the entire time.
>A: Good girl, they look nice and clean.
>He then drags his fingers across her flanks, causing her to kick buck back, kicking his arms.
I don't blame her, when he did that to me....
>He doesn't look hurt, his expression doesn't even change from deadpan. Fluttershy on the other hoof, looks scared.

>He walks out of frame to for a moment, before returning with a short, thin pole that ends in a leather paddle.
>Instead of using it though, he reaches up and removes the bit gag from her bridle.
>FS: I'm...I'm sorry sir.
>A: Sir?
>FS: Master.
>A: That's better. Kicking me however........If you're going to act like a horse, perhaps I should treat you like one.
>FS: If...if you feel that's best Master.
>He holds the rod in front of her, she lifts her head to look.
>A: This is a riding crop or horse whip, it's made for training and disciplining horses without leaving a mark. How many hits do you think you deserve?
>FS: How...how ever many you think I deserve Master.
>A: Pick a number.
>FS: Umm...100....
>A: Count them, and don't move.
>FS: Yes Master.
>He raises the crop just a little. But even the short lift lets out a vicious hiss from the air when it drops.
>*smack* AAAAHHH! 1.
>Her body tenses and she looks like she desperately wants to run, but she remains in place.
>Every hit he switches sides.
>FS: AHH! 2 AAAAH! 3 AAAH! 4 NGGH! 5 MMPH! 6 AHH! 7 UMPH! 7 NGH! 8 AHH! 9 OOF! 10
>He stops.
>A: I think 10 is enough.
>FS: Thank you Master.
>He gives her one more swat.
>FS: AHH! 11.
>A: You counted 7 twice though, just evening it out.

>You can't believe what you're seeing....She was a filly....but she was still the same inside.
>Still, he was...no, he's always been, well, the dominant in the couple. If he'd been abusive, p0nies would know.
>You decide to give it a chance. You start rocking a little bit on the fake rod and try to forgot the filly part.
>A: Now let's see if you've learned to behave.
>He reaches down and drags his fingers across her flank.
>She shakes and pants a little, but otherwise stays perfectly still.
>After a few minutes he stops, and picks up the crop.
>He brushes the paddle gently across her nether lips. Up and down, side to side.
>You can see she's begun to wink a bit.
>He pulls pack the whip just an inch and gives a few weak but rapid pops.
>FS: EEEP!
>She doesn't seem to be in pain, that didn't look like it would hurt at that distance. It looked more like it was intended to excite or focus her attention.
>He holds it in front of her head, taping the side of her muzzle to get her to look up.
>A: You did very well Fluttershy. Who's my good girl?
>She squees.
>FS: I...I am Master!
>He drops the crop and pets her mane.
>A: That's right.

Alright, she's happy. That's good sign.
>You begin rocking on the dildo a bit harder.
>You have to admit, when it doesn't belong to a selfish stallion, it's somewhat nice.
>Anon takes out some ropes and proceeds to tie Fluttershy up in a strange set of knots.
>FS: Umm, Master, I'm pretty sure I could get out of these...N..not that I want to.
>A: It's not to hold, it's to remind you who you belong to while I handle the chores.
>She gives him a smile.
>FS: I already know that. You're my Master.
>She puts on a sultry voice.
>FS: And I'm your slave, your favorite toy, your most valuable property. Here to do anything you ask of it...*sultry whispering* Anything.
>He pets her again.
>A: That's right. Will you be alright by yourself? Do you need anything?
>FS: Umm, I'm fine. If I could have a book maybe? Please Master?
>A: Essentials only. Food, water, bathroom?
>FS: No Master, I'm fine.
>He inserts a large vibrator into her slit and maxes it out.
>A: Don't leave the bed for any reason short of an emergency.
>FS: *NFF* Yes Master. I *AHH* I'll be right here when....when you get back.
>He replaces her bit gag, blindfolds her, and walks out, hitting a button on the camera as he leaves.
>The camera enters time lapse mode.

>For the next 10 minutes, the film is simply Fluttershy writhing and fidgeting on the bed, though a clock in the background says it lasts over 3 hours.
>You can't imagine what that kind of...need must feel like.
>But you know it's not the worst she's willingly suffered. And this time, she could stop it if she wanted. That says a lot.
>You start rocking on your dildo harder, it actually feels pretty good.
>You haven't even touched the front, and you're sopping wet.
Oh dear, now I'll need to clean that up.
>Anon walks back into the room, switching the camera back to normal as he does so.
>The sounds returns to the video, and you can now hear Fluttershy's desperate moans.
>He pulls the vibrator from her and removes the bit gag.
>A: Hey Shy, I'm back.
>FS: We *Gasp* Welcome back Master, I missed you.
>He reaches down and rubs her belly for just a moment.
>A: How was it?
>She rolls over, faces where she assumes Anon is, and puts her snout to the mattress again.
>It takes her a while because of the binds, but her hind legs were not restrained, so she manages.
>FS: It was torture Master, just as you'd have wanted.
>She sounds almost proud of herself.

>A: Present yourself.
>FS: Yes Master.
>She promptly spins around. Face down tail up.
>He once more examines her holes, finishing off by dragging his fingers across her flank.
>She shudders, but remains still.
>You can feel yourself getting hot. You know you shouldn't be enjoying this, but.....
>He then brings a hand down to her flank with a pop, holding his hand there, fingers digging into her side.
>FS: EEP!
>She jerks a bit in surprise, but manages to hold her position.
>With his other hand, he reaches to her end and seems to grab something.
>Fluttershy begins to moan as he gently pulls.
>Finally, an orb pops out of her rump.
>He gives her a short breather, then tugs to reveal another, and another.
>She was wearing beads this entire time, but you couldn't tell because of video quality. Their apparent transparency only compacts that.
>He pulls, and pulls, and pulls.
Just how much can she...
>Finally, the final bead comes out and the string falls limp.
>FS: Master, I feel empty...and tired. I think the vibrator wore me out. May I sleep?
>A: Denied. You'll be allowed sleep when I've had my fun.
>FS: Yes Master.

>He lubes himself and positions over her rear, then slides in.
>FS: OH! Master!
>He begins to thrust, but shows no concern to her other zones. Just as well, with that collar.
>Instead, he claws and slaps her flanks, pushing her will to its limits.
>After a few minutes, she starts to tremble.
>A: You need to relax.
>FS: Yes Master
Y..yes Master.
>You jolt from your sex addled haze.
>Was this really getting to you that much?
>You try to shrug your outburst off and go back to what you were doing.
>Anon continues roughly pounding Fluttershy's rear.
>This is all about him, and you....
>You just realized that you've been bobbing in time with his thrusts.
>Part of you wishes you were in Fluttershy's hooves.
>You give up, this is....really hot. Nop0ny else will know if you role play with this.


>Every time he speaks, you answer your pretend owner in the most submissive yet dignified manner you're able.
Of course Master.
At once Master.
As you command Master.
>You follow the thrusts, focusing solely on your rear.
>Whenever you reach the edge, you stop, denying yourself relief.
>You feel so naughty, and you....love it.
>Anon finally seems on edge.
>With a heavy grunt, he buries himself in her bottom and holds there.
>FS: Ahh! Master? May MMMPH! May I cum?
>A: Hmm....Do you deserve to?
>FS: Th...that's aaahhh... up to you Master.
>A: Yes or no....
Yes. Your servant humbly requests permission to orgasm.
>FS: N...no Master, I don't deserve it.
>What? After all that?
>Anon simply smiles and removes her collar.
>All the built need is finally released at once, a rush of fluids coating both floors.
>FS: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!
MMMMMMWAAAAA!
>A: Permission granted.

>Anon pulls out and retrieves a plug from the nightstand and plops it into her rear, just like last time.
>Following the cue, you detach the toy from the floor, and by wearing some sexy lingerie, hold it place like a makeshift plug.
>He removes her blindfold and lays down with Fluttershy on the bed, stroking her mane.
>FS: I'm glad you've umm, gotten less scared of being a little rough with me. If I'm stuck like this, I don't want everyone to treat me like I'm made of glass.
>A: Don't worry Shy, you're body may have changed, but I don't intend to let it affect our life.
>FS: Thanks Anon. I love you.
>A: I love you too Shy.
>FS: Permission to sleep Master?
>He gives her a smile.
>A: Permission granted.
>She snuggles into his chest and arms, and is quickly asleep.
>Anon doesn't seem tired at all, he sits there simply petting her for a few minutes until the film finally runs out.
>The movie's right, sleep sounds like a marvelous idea.
>It feels strange wearing the toy in your rump, but you walk to your bed and lie down as your thoughts drift.
>While it's surprising that Fluttershy becoming a filly did little to stop their very active sex life, you're glad that it all seems on the up and up.
>But you don't know if the others would understand, and decide it might be best kept secret.
>You have one film left, but that can wait till after your nap.

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>You wake up very restless. Having tossed and turned in your sleep.
>Sleeping with a full rump was an...interesting experience. But not an unpleasant one.
>You had a nice dream of Anon if nothing else.
>After heading to the kitchen for a snack, you return to make your bed.
Oh dear!
>There's a small stain of your need, so you grab your sheets and take them to the wash.
>Then there's still a puddle on the floor that needs to be cleaned....after some more fun of course.
>You remove the slave reel, and put the second one in the projector.
>Once it's all set, you whip off the lingerie and drop your rump to the floor with a thump.
UHHooooh.
>You start to bob on it a bit, but stop.
>It's dry and a little rough, so you levitate over the lube and rub some onto your ring.
>Bobbing a little, while pouring a generous amount, you've soon lubed the entire thing, and are finally ready to go.
>With a simple burst of magic, the lights are off, and the projector whirs to life.
>The first image is Fluttershy looking into the camera, then bounding back towards the bed.
>Anon and 5 other fillyfied Fluttershys are sitting there.
Oh dear, I remember when this happened.
>They each have a simple collar with a numbered tag on it so that Anon could tell them apart.

>FS3: Alright Anon! It's on!
>A: Alright girls, you ready?
>FS: Umm, whenever you are Anon.
>Anon grabs a box from under the bed and sets it to the side.
>A: Alright girls, I need to find out which of you is the strongest, so we're going to be playing a little game.
>They all seem confused. Maybe they don't know what they're going to do?
>He pulls out a very long string of anal beads with a gold colored bead at the center.
>A: Anal tug of war. Anyone go too much lube? Or too little?
>They all adjust themselves a bit before confirming that they're fine.
>A: Alright, 4 and 6, come here please.
>They trot over and present their rears to him.
>He reaches down and tugs.
>From 4, he pulls a medium sized plug, from 6, a sizable string of beads.
My word! How often does she wear this stuff?
>He kneads their flanks a bit, dipping a finger or two inside. Finally he turns them rear to rear and lifts the beads.
>One after another, he pops bead after bead inside them, carefully alternating to ensure they have the same number inside.
>When only a few remain between them, he stands tall and explains the rules.

>A: Alright, it's simple tug of war, except with anal. The first one to have the beads come out looses. Be firm, but don't yank, so you don't hurt yourself.
>FS4/6: Yes sir.
>He raises his hands, pauses for effect, then with an audible pop on both their flanks, signals them.
>A: GO!
>They tense up and grind their hooves into the bed and pull.
>As soon as it starts, a few beads pop from both, but this slows as they get their bearings.
>Soon, they're reduced to huffing and moaning through grit teeth as they pull like their lives depended on it.
>As they work, beads continue to pop from both from time to time.
>FS4: I'M GO-GONNA WIN YOU NAG!
>FS6: I DON'T THINK SO HORSE!
>You're surprised to see Fluttershy using such foul insults, especially towards herself.
>This only goes on for a few minutes before 4 buckles under orgasm, and 6 takes the oppertunity to pull the string from her rump.
>A: That's it, Shy 6 wins.
>Anon pulls the rest of the beads from 6. Both of them trot back over to the others as 4 pouts.
Alright, next up, 2 and 3.
>They walk over and present.
>You pause the film.

>You can't believe yourself, you're getting off to this. It's not even Anon himself, it Fluttershys having a sex competition. FILLY FluttershysAnon isn't doing anything.
>No, you're not like that, it's Anon in charge of this. Fluttershy may be the focus of the film, but it's ALL for Anonymous's enjoyment. All of it.
*Sigh* That's all I needed.
>You start pumping again. Inhibition gone, you bring yourself to the edge within a minute, and let loose on the floor.
It....it rather does....does look like squash soup. Ha ha.
>Shaking yourself back to your senses, you start the projector back up, and wait.
>Anon reaches down and from 2 her pulls a based dildo like your own. From 3, several egg vibrators, pulling the control pads from her inner legs.
>Once again, he kneads their rears before placing the string in them.
>The same beads, that can HARDLY be sanitary....but they are the same p0ny.
>He raises a hand again, then slaps their flanks, signaling their start.
>And signaling you to ride the fake member like the wind. You also take plenty of time to test hard you can squeeze.
>It plays out much as before, for several minutes, she pulls and pulls, lobbing insults at herself.
>Eventually, 2 slips and falls onto her stomach, 3 pulls the beads from her rump before she can recover.
>You let out a load gasp as you cum again. You didn't manage a maregasm, but it still feels wonderful.
Mmmha!
>A: That's it, 3 wins.
>Anon pulls the beads from 3's rear and the two make their way back to the group.

>A: Alright, 1 and 5, step up.
>They walk forward an present.
>From 1, he pulls a rotating plug, and from 5, an anal hook attached to her tail.
>Dear Celestia her end is well trained.
>He repeats the same process as before.
>Kneed, beads, slap. They go about their contest as you bob on the toy like there's no tomorrow.
>After a while 5 stops pulling, the shift throws 1 off, and 5 yanks the string from her.
>A: 5 wins! 6 and 3, come up.
>He restarts on them, this one is longer than the last.
>Just as you reach your peak, 6 manages to pull the string from 3.
>A: 6 wins. Take a few minutes, last one is coming up.
>One of the Fluttershys flies over and the film clicks out for a second.
>Probably saving film.
>He prepares them like normal, and sets them loose with a slap.
>They pull and stomp with surprising force for their small forms, trading insults the whole time.
>This time around, it lasts several minutes, at one point they even use their wings for extra force.
>Eventually, though, 5 gives a strong yank, and manages to pull the string from 6.
>A: 5 wins, stay right where you are.
>Anon takes the string from 5 and sets it with the earlier removed toys as 6 walks to the group.

>Anon lifts another box and pulls out some gear.
>A: Stand up straight.
>She does so, and he fits her with shackles, wing binds, tail wrap, and a blindfold.
>He then adds spreader bars to her front and hind legs, then attaches them down the middle with a third bar.
>To top it off, he fits her with a special collar you've come to recognize.
>He turns her to face the other 5 Fluttershys.
>A: Say hello to your new mistresses 5.
>They all seem surprised, at this, but she does as instructed.
>FS5: He...hello mistresses.
>A: They're going to be having fun with you for a while. You're to do whatever they ask of you.
>FS5: Yes Master.
>A: Girls, you have permission to do anything you want to yourself, within reason.
>He pats 5 on the head.
>A: I've gotta head into town to make us some money. I expect them to give a good review of your performance when I get back.
>FS5: Yes Master, I'll be a good filly.
>He gives her a kiss then takes out another box and sets it aside.
>A: Have fun, but not so much that you forget your chores.
>And with that he walks out.

>The Fluttershys all look a bit out of their zone honestly.
>One of them walks up and pulls 5 to the center of the bed.
>FS: Umm...stay there, if that's okay.
>FS5: Yes Mistress.
>The others blush brightly at this word.
>FS: So, umm, I'm going to go get the chores out of the way.
>The other 4 nod and speak in unison.
>FS: Me too.
>FS5: Please, umm, please tell the animals hi for me.
>They...they all help each other get their toys back inside their plots.
She wasn't *MWA!* kidding about his favorite!
>You work yourself harder on the fake rod.
>With their rears filled, they file from the room, one cutting off the camera as she leaves.
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>There's a slight jump in placements as one of them turns it on when heading back into the room.
>The video isn't clear enough to make out their numbers without them being addressed, so you have no idea which she is.
>She steps into the bathroom for a minute to clean up.
>When she steps out, she jumps onto the bed and takes a deep breath.
>FS: Umm, I...if it's not too much trouble, could I maybe, umm....
>FS5: A..Anon said I'm your slave today. So umm, you don't need to ask.

>The free one looks embarrassed even asking but gives a very nervous nod.
>FS: I umm, I'd like you to, umm, lick me if that's not too much trouble.
>FS5: Of course Mistress.
>She backs herself into 5's snout and 5 begins her work.
>You can't see much, but within a few minutes, the dom looks like she's about to blow.
>A benefit of self service perhaps.
>FS: Op *GASP* open your mouth.
>She obeys, and the dom has a full maregasm, releasing into her mouth.
>FS: *pant* *pant* Swallow it. Please?
>She obeys, gulping down the thick fluid without question.
>FS5: Anything else Mistress?
>FS: N...no, nothing now.
>FS5: Well, umm, I'll be right here if you need anything.
>As she turns to leave, the other 4 Fluttershys walk in.
>FS: Oh umm, you're already here. We were.
>FS: Anon wanted us to, umm, use her, so...
>They all seem extremely uncomfortable, 5 is the only one who seems to have any sort of composure.

>FS: Oh, umm, were you two busy? Sorry, we'll leave.
>FS5: WAIT! Umm, please? Anon wanted you all to use me. Don't worry, I'm here to please.
>They all scuff their hooves across the floor.
>FS: Umm, well. Anon did want us to.
>They all nod in agreement and jump onto the bed.
>It didn't take much convincing, but you were told they all shared the same mind set.
>Another one walks up to 5 and sticks her sex into her face.
>FS: Can I umm, get a licking please?
>FS5: Anything Mistress.
>As the top gets into the rhythm of things, the others start to realize they're really in charge.
>One walks over and says something you can't make out to the top, then flips 5 onto her back.
>FS: I umm, I think it'll be fun to....to put her more on edge.
>She begins eating out 5 while 5 handles the her now riding her face.
>Soon, the rider moans out and lets loose. 5 promptly drinks it down.
>FS5: Thank you Mistress. Do you *moan* need any *AHH!* anything else?

>FS: Umm, no, nothing.
>Another Fluttershy sits on 5's face and asks for attention, which she promptly receives.
>one more moves up and starts sucking on her teats, occasionally making out with the one giving 5 oral attentions.
>The top is quickly on edge, when she does something you didn't expect, and shifts forward.
>FS: Th- The other *gasp* other hole.
>FS5: Wha...what?
>FS: Oh, umm, I....*mumble*...I...I wasn't asking.
>The top gives her an....incredibly gentle looking hit with her hoof.
>FS5: *EEP* Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress!
>She leans up a little bit and bites, and starts to pull the toy from her. A normal anal plug.
>That would help you identify them if you weren't sure they switched toys.
>She tosses it aside and buries her snout into the others rear.
How repulsive! Still....
>Maybe Anon likes this kind of thing. She decide to try to just get over it, and continue working yourself.
>One of the two who've been watching walks over a takes the plug, and pops it into 5's rear.

>Soon, the one riding her snout lets out a loud moan and her juices flow across 5,s face.
>FS5: Th- thank you Mistress. Do you require anything else?
>FS: Again! I...I want it again.
>FS5: Yes Mistress.
>FS: Hey, I want a turn! If, umm, if that's alright.
>The sighs but surrenders 5's face to the one currently left out.
>FS: The umm, rear hole please. I mean...umm DO IT SLAVE!
>FS5: Yes Mistress.
>She works out her toy, the rotating plug still whirring away.
>3 of them stare at the top after the burst of dominance, while the previous top looks at the spinning toy.
>She stands it up and begins to lower herself to it, but stops and looks at it.
>FS: This thing is too dirty.
>Two look up from 5's hind quarters.
>FS: Hmm? Umm, that looks pretty clean to me.
>FS: We, umm, we stay really clean. Anon makes sure of it.
>FS: Oh, well, yeah. But, umm, there's no reason not clean them......
>She looks at 5.
>FS: When there's a washer right here.

>You stop slamming the rod at this point. The others seem to share your sentiment, all looking a bit surprised at her statement.
>FS: What? I mean, umm.... Look, she's got her tongue in 3's butt right now. Is it really that different?
>The others look about and mumble to each other and nod.
>This one seems to have gotten whatever dominant streak Fluttershy might have had.
>The others seem to follow her lead. You still can't make out the collar numbers, but you decide to call her 1 anyway.
>FS1: Umm, get off her snout 3. Please?
>3 gets off of 5 with a whimper.
>FS1: How about it 5? How'd you like to put that mouth to use as our toy cleaner?
>Her ears flop down.
>FS5: I...if you want Mistress.
>FS1: Good! Okay, ummm....wait, no. How does Anon do it?
>FS: Do what?
>FS1: Oh yeah. Not if I want you to. I umm, I asked if you wanted to. Do you want to suck the toys clean?
>FS5: I, umm, well......
>FS1: Well?
>FS5: Yes, Mistress. I would like that. May I please clean the toys like a proper slave?
>Despite her words, her body language speaks volumes.
>FS1: Alright, I'll allow it. Be careful with them. They're, ummm, they're worth more than you.
>1 lifts the rotating plug to 5's mouth.
>FS1: Say please!
>FS5: Please Mistre-
>1 jams the toy partway into 5's mouth.

MY WORD!
>The shaft spins in 5's mouth as she gags and coughs.
>1 pulls it out and puts on an angry face, even if 5 can't see it.
>FS1: I thought you wanted to do this. Should I tell Master you were a bad slave?
>FS5: Please don't! I'm sorry Mistress, please let me try again.
>1 lowers the toy into 5's mouth instead of jamming it.
>She takes it in, and you can soon see 5's throat bulge, the mass twitching from they toy's movement.
>She begins to work the toy in an almost loving fashion. Sucking, licking, suckling.
>It's disgusting, but you're curious about where this goes.
>After a while, 1 pulls the toy from 5 and looks it over.
>FS1: Hmm, this, umm, this looks good.
>FS5: Thank you Mistress.
>1 sets the toy back up and slides it back into herself.
>FS1: *Aaamph!* Don't get too proud. You've *uhh* still got a lot of work to do.
>FS5: Yes Mistress, anything you need.
>1 gives 5 a hit in the chest.
>FS1: Whatever I WANT!
>FS5: I'm sorry Mistress. Anything you want. Anything any of my Mistresses wants.
>1 looks back to the other 4.
>FS1: Why aren't you girls doing anything? Anon wanted us to have fun. We should do what he wants.

>FS: Oh, umm, alright I guess.
>One of them walks from the group and begins suckling her teats again.
>Another resumes giving her oral attention.
>FS1: That all you're gonna do? She's supposed to serve us.
>FS: Oh, umm, well, she's wearing the collar, so....
>FS1: Uhh, fine.
>She walks into the bathroom and returns with some clippers and a small bag that she sets to the side.
>FS1: Let's make this horse look like the nag she is.
>FS: What are you about to do?
>FS1: I'm going to clip those pretty pinks locks off. I don't suppose the toy has a problem with that.
>FS5: N..no Mistress, I don't.
>FS: I don't think you should do that. Anon might get upset.
>FS1: He said we could do whatever we want.
>FS: Well I don't want you t-
>1 gets in her face.
>FS1: Stop me then.
>The other Fluttershy backs off, and the two working 5 back away.
>1 rolls 5 back onto her stomach and readies the clippers.
>With only a few cuts, her flowing tail and mane fall to the bed. Only a very scant amount remaining.

>FS1: There you go slave. Nice and unpresentable.
>FS5: Tha *sniffle* thank you Mistress.
>FS: Alright, you're being a little mean here. Maybe you should just calm down a little.
>1 smacks the opposing Fluttershy in the face, causing her to back off.
>FS1: Don't tell me what to do! You're all just as bad as here.
>FS's: What did we do?
>FS1: Just shut up before I kick your flanks.
>The other 4 all back off from 1 and silently watch from the side of the bed.
>FS1: See slave, now I'm in a bad mood because these ones were defending your nag flank.
>FS5: Sorry Mistress.
>1 digs in the box Anon left and pulls out the riding crop.
>FS1: I think it's time for a whipping. 500 hits sounds about right to me.
>FS5: Th..that sounds fair Mistress. I assume you want me to count them.
>FS1: I do. But now it's 1000 for assuming I did. And assuming I care if it's fair.
>FS5: Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress. I humble welcome any punishment you deem appropriate.
>You can't believe that she's just taking this, or that she'd do this, especially to herself.
>Did Anon know this would happen? You may need to have a word with him later depending on how this ends.

>She raises the crop, and with a sickening hiss, brings it down.
>*CRACK*
>FS5: AHHH! 1. MMMPH! 2. EEEE! 3.
>She keeps hitting and hitting. Unlike Anon, she didn't stop at 10, or 20, or even 50.
>And while Anon only gave small hits, 1 seems to be hitting as hard as she can.
>FS5: NNNGH! 83. GAH! 84. ERP! 85.....
>1 stops and throws her head about, getting a few pops.
>FS1: Great, now my neck hurts.
>FS5: I'm sorry Mistress.
>FS1: You should be. Tell you what, we'll just shorten this by making it hurt a lot more.
>FS5: Y..yes Mistress. Anything you want. I live to serve.
>FS1: I know. At least we're good for something.
What?
>She rolls 5 over, but 5 squirms and forces herself back onto her stomach.
>FS5: I...I'm sorry Mistress, but I was laying on my wing wrong.
>FS1: Aww, I understand.
>She leans in and-
Dear....Celestia.
>She starts tearing the feathers from 5's wings.
>5 begs and begs, but 1 keeps pulling.
>FS5: MISTRESS! PLEASE!
>FS1: SHUT UP! Why do you care? You *sniff* you can hardly fly anyway.
>The other four just look on with a cringe.
>By the time she's finished, there's few feathers left. Just two black arms swollen from the abuse.
>1 reaches up and slides the wing binds off, the limbs lacking the packing for them to actually stay on.

I think that's enough of this for just now.
>You stop the projector and start to get up when you feel a tug.
Oh, right. The toy.
>Honestly, you'd forgotten you were even on it soon after you stopped bobbing.
>It's rather amazing what you can forget when you're watching a horror show.
>You shift and then lift off of it.
MWAAH! *pant*
>To be honest, you feel a little empty after having worn it for several hours.
>You go about handling your chores, nightly routines, food, and of course a marvelous bath.
>Last thing of the night is to clean up the little...mess you've left behind.
>After you finish, you go to think up some dress designs, but find yourself nodding off constantly.
>You JUST had a nap, but maregasms seem to REALLY take it out of you. You have no idea how Fluttershy can even function.
>After a couple of unproductive hours, you decide to turn in for bed early.
>Before you lay down, you decide to wear it again.
>Removing it from the floor, you work a little more lube onto it and yourself, and pop the toy back in.
>Your body shakes a bit as it bottoms out.
I want you.....*pant*.....to give me more good dreams little Anon.
>You put the lingerie back on and a towel down to keep from needing more sheets, and finally lay your head down for the night.
I'll *yawn* finish that vulgar movie in the morning.

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>You awake a little sore, a little wet, but very content.
>There's plenty to do this morning, but first you grab a dream journal you keep and start writting.
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>"He treated me to a fine dinner and a romantic evening."
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>"For once, I knew what it meant to be treated like a lady."
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>"Our lips meet, and the universe seems to explode around us."
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>"We decided to skip the hotel and made passionate love right there under the stars."
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>"It's so warm, I drift to sleep in his warm, strong arms."
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>"I love you Anon."
>"I love you too Rarity."
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>After going through it a few times to make sure you've gotten every detail you can remember down, you lock and hide the book once more.
>You head to the bathroom to handle your lesser hygiene concerns.
>When you finish, you to add more lube than normal and put on your exercise clothes.
>THIS promises to be an interesting workout.

>You stretch and flex to loosen yourself up.
>And also stretch and flex to loosen yourself up.
>After you're certain you can take this, you turn your treadmill on low and step on.
>It immediately gets a small response, but you've been walking like this, so you decide to turn it up a little.
>You have to trot a little to keep up. It's a very interesting experience.
>Up it goes again and again.
>Soon it's up to ten miles an hour and you're having to run.
>It's VERY difficult to do.
>it's not long before you're wracked by a strong orgasm.
>Your legs buckle and you fall. The machine throws you back across the floor.
I *huff* think that's enough for today.
>Normally your fitness routine is bigger, but that was a bit much.
>You go to take a proper shower, eat, and get ready to open the boutique.
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Should I?
>Looking around, you grab some clean lingerie and a slightly simple dress and throw them on.
>You can wear it all day, and nop0ny will know.
I feel like such a *hehe* naughty filly!
>You open the shop and take your seat behind the counter.

>Soon, you get your first customer, and another, and another.
>Throughout the day, you manage to maintain ladylike composure.
>They never know how dirty you are, and you LOVE it!
>As the day winds down, your last customer of the day comes in.
Good evening Lyra!
>"Heya Rarity! What's happening?"
Oh, *deep breath* nothing much. I was just getting ready to close the shop.
>"Oh, sorry, I'll just come back later then."
Nonsense darling! I'll be happy to help you. What did you need.
>"Oh, well, I'm visiting Canterlot soon, and I needed a dress for when I play. It's a little more fancy than giving shows in the park ya know?"
Of course! We can't have you playing for a high class crowd without looking your best, now can we?
>You immediately take out your tools and begin taking her measurements.
>"So, Rarity?"
Yes?
>"What's been going on lately? Anon and Flutters went missing for a while, then when they turn up again, Fluttershy is an Alicorn and somethin about Anon just feels...weird."
>"Now their house is empty, I've only seen either of them a few times since."
Oh, well. I'm not sure. But the alicorn thing was simply a temporary effect from a magical accident. Aesthetic only. But she did look rather beautiful, did she not?

>"Rarity, don't lie too me. I'm at least good enough with magic to feel it pouring off of her. A lot of the unicorns in town can."
*sigh* Has anyp0ny ever told you you're too curious for your own good?
>"Heheh, all the time! So spill, what do you know?"
Well, I'll tell you they live in the Everfree castle now.
>"All the way out there? Why wasn't I told? I'm like, one of his best friends!"
No offense Lyra, but you rather got on his nerves after all your tries at getting him to rut you during that whole book fiasco. I think he might be a little creeped out by you.
>"Now that's not fair! I was trying to join his herd. Almost all of them just wanted a good rutting."
Now darling, I can understand that, but trying to focus just on his *unf* ability wasn't the way to do it.
>"Oh, be quiet, you at least got to see. He is pretty sexy though, isn't he?"
Well, his looks might be a bit of an acquired taste, but he certainly knows how to treat a lady.
>"Aww, do you have to rub it in my face?"
I, what? No! I meant that he's a lot more polite and considerate than most stallions. Even many so called high class ones.
>ESPECIALLY the high class ones.
>"Oh. Yeah. Well, still, maybe I can pay him a vist."
I don't know about that. He might still be upset with you.
>"Oh. Well, I've given up on trying to get with him. I'd just like to be friends again."
Well, I do believe I can put in a good word for you. Perhaps he'll be willing to talk again.

>"EEE! Thanks Rarity!"
>She gives you a slight tackle hug, knocking you hard onto your rump.
MWAAAH!
>She lets go and looks at you.
>"Are you okay?"
O..of course darling. I simply have a....a rather bad bruise on my leg is all.
>"Oh, I'm really sorry, I didn't know!"
It's alright. Anyway, run along now. I've gotten your measurements, so now I must create. I should have it ready the day after tomorrow.
>"Just one mor-"
AH! Now you mustn't disturb an artist when she's busy! Shoo! Go on!
>She takes the hint and leaves.
>When she's finally away, you lock the door and stand up.
Oh dear.
>You had a mini maregasm and left a small spot on the floor.
>That's another thing you'll have to clean. You wouldn't be surprised if your chair warps after today.
>Still, you made it through the day undiscovered.
>But you came really close at the end.
>Nop0ny would have ever looked at you the same again.
>How terrifying, how shameful, how......arousing!

>You shake yourself from your little thought and close all the blinds and finish the end of day chores.
>After cleaning up the puddle and the various smaller stains you left throughout the day, you head upstairs and handle your hygiene and re-lube your favorite toy.
>Today wasn't a busy day, so the dresses can wait for a little while.
>Instead of fixing the base to the floor, the just lay on your bed.
>If the rest of this movie is anything like what you've seen so far, you're not going to be getting off to it. The toy is only there because....because.
Because I like it. I'm SO DIRTY!
>There, you admitted it to yourself. A p0ny should at least be honest with herself.
>After you take a small break to wallow in self disgust, you flip on the projector.
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>It resumes right where you left off, with 5's wings stripped almost entirely of feathers.
>1 rolls 5 onto her back and turns around to tape the crop to her hoof.
>One of the other Fluttershys moves forward to fiddle with 5's binds.
>1 takes notice, and swats the offending Fluttershy in the cheek with the crop.
>FS1: Back! He wanted us to use her. If you won't I will.
>She raises the crop over 5, and brings it down.

>ONTO HER SLIT!
>FS5: GYAAAAAH!
>Again and again, 1 wails into the sensitive flesh of both of her clones holes.
>FS5: M...m..*sob* mistress, please stop. Please?
>FS1: Fine, but only if you can do one more thing.
>FS5: A..Anything, please Mistress.
>FS1: Present your clit.
>FS5: Wha..what?
>FS1: I said wink and hold.
>5 presents herself to 1's cruelty.
>FS1: Not peaking out, as far as you can take it.
>5 slowly opens and exposes her button as far as it can, and holds.
>FS1: 12 blows. Count.
>FS5: *smack* AAAAAAAAAAGH! 1 *smack* UUUUUUGH! 2
>By the time she finishes, 5's button is so bruised and swollen that she can't even close it.
>FS1: Good, now onto our next game!
>She pulls off the crop and takes back up the shears.
>She shaves one of 5's haunches and then starts bending a clothes hanger until it's an encircled "A".
>Then she lights a candle on the bedside table, and holds the thing over it.

>FS1: Time to get branded horse!
>The others have FINALLY had enough and move up and grab her.
>FS: That's enough! You're going too far!
>FS1: LET! ME! GO!
>FS: What's wrong with you? What you're doing is just torture. Why?
>FS1: Because she's useless. Because we're all completely *sob* worthless!
>FS: Worthless? Oh, umm.
>1 starts sniffling and crying a little, as the others look on unsure. Even 5 seems to take notice, though she still can't see.
>1 breaks free from the other 4 and starts just hitting 5 in the face.
>FS1: WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING USELESS?
>The others quickly pull her off.
>1 just breaks down and starts crying into her hooves.
>FS1: We're *sob* just a drain.
>Suddenly, they all town their head to a sound that the video didn't seem to pick up.
>The door clicks, and Anon steps in with a small smile.
>A: Heya Shies, I'm home.
>His mood instantly sours when he sees the bruised and battered filly, a sobbing one, and several worried ones.
>A: What happened here?

>FS1: I'm so sorry Master, it's all my fault. She was a good slave, I was just a terrible Mistress.
>He walks over and removes 5's binds, ties, and blindfold before cradling her in his arms.
>A: I don't care about that. Is anyone else actually hurt besides her?
>FS1: N..*sob* No Master.
>A: Stay put.
>He then takes the bruised Fluttershy to the bathroom.
>You can hear running water and the sound of him rummaging through thing.
>When he returns, 5 has been washed, groomed, and doctored.
>She's still not much for looks, and has swelling all over, but at least she's not covered in dried fluids.
>He sets her down and puts a tube of what looks like ointment on the bedside.
>Then he picks up all the dirty towels and takes them away.
>When he returns, he picks 5 back up and stares down the other 5.
>A: Now who's going to tell me what happened?
>One, who you assume is 1, steps forward and looks away ashamedly.
>FS1: It...it was all my fault. The others mostly tried to just do some oral play, but I ended up taking over and I....I just started torturing her.
>A: Why would you do that?
>She starts to sniffle.

>FS5: She, umm, she kept saying how....how worthless we all are, her too.
>A: Huh?
>FS1: She...that's it. We...I...Fluttershy has done nothing but make your life harder.
>Anon's expression softens and he sits down on the bed looks at 1.
>A: Now why would you think that?
>FS1: I...*sob* well, when we needed money, I talked suggested we help Twilight, and now you get harassed because I'm poor.
>FS1: I tried to do something special with that human spell, and I just ended up making everyone think you're a filly fiddler.
>FS1: Then just when we think we've found a fix, I just end up giving you 5 more mouths to feed, and the 6 of us can't really work.
>She breaks down crying again.
>FS1: You put up with so much because of me, *sob* everything I touch turns....turns to SHIT.
>FS1: And....well, I saw I was in charge of, well, me, and I just started taking it out on her.
>He looks sad now. He lays down and pulls 1 into his side, 5 in his other.
>A: You girls come here too.
>They all pile in and snuggle close to him.
Aww, how adorable!
>A: I want you girls to know that I love you very much.
FS: R..really?
>A: Of course. In fact, I'm a little offended you'd think otherwise.

>He gives a little chuckle, and the Fluttershys look a little embarrassed.
>A: Sure, money is a little tight right now, and maybe it's a bit rough out there, but don't you worry. We'll get through it, together.
>The Shys all give him a smile, especially 1 who smiles almost as big and Pinkie, but it soon fades.
>FS1: So, what are you going to do about....what I did?
>A: *sigh* Well, I don't think discipline is the right way to go with this. Maybe just taking a little extra time to talk about our feelings each day will work.
>A: So, no secrets in this house. If something's wrong, I want you to tell me. If it really comes down to it, we'll seek professional help, but I hope it's not that bad.
>He gestures over to 5.
>A: Meanwhile, until 5 heals, the rest of you are going to be her nurses when I'm working.
>FS1: Yes sir.
>She leans over the 5.
>FS1: Can you ever forgive me?
>5 wraps 1 in a hug.
>FS5: Of course I can. But I just want you to know that it really really hurt.
>FS1: I...I know. If there's anyway I can make it up to you.
>She stands, picks up the crude brand from the table, and gestures to her shaved haunch.
>FS5: Well, if you could convince Anon to get me a proper brand.
>She turns and wiggles it towards Anon.
>FS5: How about it Master? Didn't you say lots of humans did it so their horseys couldn't be stolen? *giggle* It's for my own safety.
>All the Fluttershys start giggling.

>Well THAT was unexpected. He never mentioned anything like that. Maybe he was worried about offending everp0ny?
>Still she said it in a very playful way, so you doubt she's serious.
>Anon turns a pretty red, but reaches out and scoops up all six of them with a small laugh, and pulls them into a tight "bear hug".
>A: Funny! Silly fillies.
>He kicks back the bedding and let pulls the blanket over him and the six fillies snuggling into him.
>A: Alright, It's been a long day. Let's get some rest before dinner.
>They all settle down, and the film consists of him laying down and petting the six of them, especially 5, until the film runs out a few minutes later.
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Aww!
>That was really sweet at the end.
>You get up and put the reel back in its case, and set it with the first one.
>Over dinner, you finally decide to try to get in. You've thought about it many times, but this will be the first time you try.
>Given his experiences with harassment, you're not sure he'll go for a herd at all. But if anyp0ny can open him to the idea, you believe your charm gives you a good chance.
>After dinner, you head up to begin on today's work orders with a big smile on your face.

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The next day.
-

>You've donned your cloak once again and are standing outside P0nyville's only adult store.
>Luckily, it's on the edge of town and hidden in the basement of an unremarkable building in a back alley.
>It's honestly the only way such a place is allowed to exist in such a small town.
>You take a deep breath, make a mental note to change your speaking style, and step in.
>The owner, a unicorn stallion named Dodge sits behind the counter.
>"Welcome to my humble store."
Oh! Umm, yes, thank you.
>"Can I help you with anything ma'am, or would you prefer to browse?"
Oh, I'm looking for something that can be *ahem* worn... discreetly.
>"You mean in public."
I...yes, in public.
>"Well, we've gotten in a small selection of flare balls. I'm told they feel quite pleasurable rolling in the flare cavern. Perhaps they would suit your needs?"
No. Something for the....other hole.
>"Ah, then you'll be wanting beads. Perhaps in a larger size for feeling?"
I believe that would work.
>"Alright, I'm sure you can find something in your size and color."
>You look about, there's nothing with a string in your shade, so you pick out your size.

Excuse me, but you didn't have this in my color. Do you have more in stock by any chance?
>He looks at your choice, a string of 12 beads large enough to provide that full feeling.
>"I'll check. What's your skin tone? Black, peach or brown? Solid or mottled?"
It's, umm, gray...solid.
>Curse having and unusual skin color.
>"Well aren't you special. I think I can help you. Please wait."
>He steps into the back. While you wait, you decide it wouldn't hurt to pick up some of those cavern balls to try later.
>You pick out some with a nice looking texture and put them as he comes back.
>"This your color miss?"
Ah, yes, thank you. That, and these please, I decided I could give them a try.
>Very well ma'am, that'll be 43 bits.
>You pay your bill and head out.
>When you're away, you pull off your cloak and hide it in your saddlebag, and duck into a public restroom.
>Disgusting place, but it's private. Using some lube you'd stashed in your bag, you pop your new beads in and look in your makeup mirror.
>Nothing but a perfectly matching string reveals anything is off. Perfect.
>You clean up and head out to handle your work of today with a small pep in your step.

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