Title:           [SiM] [M/M] Blueblood Part 3
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>You stroke his mane and praise him for following your orders
 
"Thaaat's a good pony, good boy."
 
>You scratch at his neck to reward him and gently pull his muzzle away from your crotch
 
"Now what do we say, pony?"
 
>He looks at you in confusion and tilts his head
 
>A stern look returns to your face as a lightbulb finally goes off in his head
 
>"T-thank you Master..."
 
>You smile and stroke his mane again
 
"Thank you for what? I want to hear you thank your master for each and every little thing. Go on, pony, your master will wait," you say, as you continue to scratch his neck and start to stroke his muzzle.
 
>He gives a sigh and his ears flatten. "Thank you for riding me, Master."
 
"Mm-hmm, what else?"
 
>"Thank you for punishing me when I got out of line, Master."
 
"That's a good boy, what else?"
 
>"Thank you for using me to pleasure yourself, Master. Thank you for letting me clean you off, Master," he says as he avoids eye contact.
 
>You smile at him and stand up.
 
"Come, pony." you order
 
>Blueblood is immediately at your side without hesitation, following you to the bathroom where he allows you to bathe him, enjoying the sensations as you scrub all over his body vigorously, brushing out his mane and tail again as usual. He actually smiles and sighs as you begin toweling him off.
 
>"Thank you, Master"
 
>That one was unexpected and completely genuine.
 
"You're welcome, pony. And as long as you continue to be a good boy for Master, Master will be good to you, understand?"
 
>He flattens his ears, still forcing a smile as he nods
 
"Very good. Come now, pony, it's time for your dinner."
 
>Blueblood's ears perk up, he hasn't been fed in a couple of days. You instruct him to lie on his makeshift bed at the foot of your bed as you bring him his dinner. A couple of flakes of hay, and a bowl full of some brown pellets that don't look very appetizing.
 
"Eat up now, boy. This is a special recipe that I had prepared just for you, packed full of protein and vitamins and minerals, everything you need to stay nice and strong for your master."
 
>you also place a bucket of ice cold fresh water next to his hay and feed
 
>There's a momentary look of disgust on his face before he quickly realizes that protesting would be a mistake, instead "enjoying" his meal with a smile in front of his master, earning him a pat on the head before you go to bed.
 
"Good night, pony," you say as you shut off the light, "get plenty of sleep because you have another hard day's work ahead of you tomorrow."
 
>You hear a faint whimper, followed by a less-than-enthusiastic "Yes, Master."
 
>Early the next morning you crack your whip loudly, shouting "UP, PONY!" at the top of your lungs, startling Blueblood so badly he falls twice in his attempt to scramble to his hooves, knocking over his water bucket in the process. You take your pony out to the castle courtyard, it's still dark out.
 
"Time for some warm-up exercise, pony!" you say as you stop in the middle of the courtyard, whip at your side.
 
>Blueblood nervously lifts a hoof and looks at you questioningly
 
"You may speak, pony."
 
>"W...what kind of exercise master? You left my saddle and bridle inside..."
 
"It's called lunging, pony, and it's simple. You proceed in a circle around me, and you will change your gait each time you are ordered to. If you break your stride, you will be pushed back into it with the whip. Do you understand?"
 
>Blueblood bows his head "Yes, Master," with a slight sigh of relief, believing this would be easy.
 
>you take several steps away and unfurl your whip, pointing in a clockwise direction
 
"Walk," you command
 
>Blueblood complies instantly, walking in a circle around you, maintaining an even distance. You see his attention wander, his ears turning away from you
 
>You give a nice loud crack of the whip, startling him
 
"You keep your attention on ME, pony!" you yell
 
>Blueblood nervously complies, not taking his attention off you for even a split second
 
"TROT!" you command with another firm snap of the whip
 
>Blueblood picks up the pace and begins to trot
 
>Within about 10 minutes you can tell he's getting winded. He tries to slow down to a walk without your permission and immediately feels the crack of the whip on his hindquarters, yelping and returning to a trot. You have him trot another full ten minutes, hearing him gasp and pant for air.
 
"We've gotta build your stamina as well as your strength, pony. I expect my pony to be able to carry me long distances at a trot or canter."
 
>He looks at you pleadingly, his lungs burning, muscles screaming for oxygen with each stride, bobbing his head up and down
 
>another sharp lash to the hindquarters
 
"CARRY THAT DAMN HEAD LEVEL! It's the ONLY way you're gonna get enough air, and breathe through your fucking nostrils! This is BASIC SHIT, pony! Have you NEVER had to exercise in your life or what?"
 
>You give another firm crack of the whip that echoes throughout the courtyard
 
"CANTER!"
 
>Once again Blueblood picks up the pace and changes his gait, still struggling for air, beginning to cough and wheeze, dropping his head, steam beginning to rise from his body as the sweat evaporates from it
 
>You give him another good crack with the whip, making sure he feels this one
 
"HEAD. UP!" you command
 
>you keep him at a canter for another full ten minutes, making sure he maintains his gait, pace, and form, and that he's acutely aware of the threat of the whip if he disobeys you or breaks his stride. He's nearly at the point of collapsing, a very fine mist of blood beginning to drip from his nostrils, when you finally give the command to slow back down to a trot, and then to a walk.
 
"Whoooa, pony" you finally command.
 
>Blueblood is all too eager to comply, coming to a full stop, doing his best to hold his head level, breathing rapidly and trembling violently as he tries to catch his breath, his legs splayed out to keep himself from falling over. You approach him and kick each of his hooves.
 
"I'm having none of that splayed out nonsense from you, you understand? You square up right now and you stay squared up, I don't care HOW hard it is."
 
>you let your whip unfurl at your side
 
"Don't make me tell you twice."
 
>You take several steps away from him and give him a few minutes to catch his breath. You give your whip a good crack to get his attention.
 
"Come about, pony."
 
>He stands there confused, fearfully speaking out when he sees you raise the whip again. "I don't know what that means, master, please!" he flinches
 
"It just means turn around. Do a 180. About-face. Get it now?"
 
>"Yes, Master" he says, turning around, still trembling but trying his best to maintain the posture you demand from him.
 
"It's important that we work both sides of your body evenly," you state as you unfurl your whip and crack it, "now WALK, pony"
 
>Blueblood gives you a pleading glance, already exhausted, but he dares not question your orders.
 
>Another 30 minutes of lunging in the other direction takes a lot more urging with the whip, particularly the couple of times when he collapsed, but eventually you finish his morning workout. Once again, he's dripping wet, completely out of breath, and well past exhausted, his legs threatening to give way at any moment as you lead him back to your quarters.
 
"I expect you to do better tomorrow, pony. No collapsing. Understood?"
 
>"Y..y.es Master"
 
>You quickly spray him down with some cold water and half-assedly dry him.
 
"I have to tend to my duties, but I won't be gone long. I expect you to be ready for a ride when I get back. It'll be less than two hours. I want you saddled, bridled, and ready to go, standing ready when I walk through that door - head level, legs squared up, and every single bit of metal and leather in place. Additionally you are to hand me my riding quirt personally. If I have to do any of it myself I'm going to whip you for disobeying me, understood? You have that horn, now I expect you to obey me and put it to good use."
 
>Blueblood bows his head "Yes, Master."
 
>You shut the door behind you and set off for your morning tasks
 
as usual, you find yourself at your desk, whistling as you polish your paddle for the day's pony spankings
>like clockwork, Shining Armor appears at your door, but you say nothing to him
 
>"What, no witty remarks today, Anon?"
 
"Sorry Shiny, got too much on my mind right now I guess."
 
>"That's a first" The unicorn says as he plops down the day's punishment roster
 
"Hm. Kinda light today."
 
>"yeah, well, you kind of scared the hell out of half my guards the other day after... whatever the hell that was with Blueblood, not many of them are as eager to meet you anymore"
 
"Shiny, can I ask you a question?"
 
>"Sure, just try to make it quick, I gotta run soon"
 
"Do you think this whole "paddling" thing is really an effective means of discipline? I mean, half the stallions I punish are talking and laughing about it not even 5 minutes later. And you have a LOT of repeat offenders."
 
>"Are you questioning the way I handle my troops, Anon?"
 
"Of course not, my friend, I just wonder if maybe we're being... mmmm... a little lax on their punishment..."
 
>"If you have any suggestions I'm listening"
 
"How about we nix the paddle, and go to just using the whip. That might go a long way toward keeping the troops in line. I won't hurt them bad enough that they can't perform their duties but they'll think twice before acting up again with a stripe or two over their cutie marks. You know I'm skilled enough with that thing to inflict pain without inflicting serious damage. I doubt they'll make a contest out of *that*"
 
>"Punishing the troops is your responsibility, Anon. I won't tell you how to do your job. If you think the whip will be more effective, then I trust your judgement. However, I'm going to hold you to what you said about not inflicting too much damage. Any of my boys show up unable to perform their duties because of a badly placed whip mark and you'll have ME to deal with, just so we're clear."
 
>You approach Shining and kneel so you're at eye-level with him.
 
"I respect these guys just as much as anyone else, Shiny, but I think they've been going soft over the years. This might be a step in the right direction to fixing that. If these guys can't take a few lashes from the whip how are they going to handle taking a spear or fireblast or claws or whatever else they come against in battle? They need to learn SOME level of pain tolerance, otherwise their effectiveness on the battlefield is reduced, at least... in my humble opinion. You are, of course, the one who gets to decide what ultimately happens here, I'm just offering my humble observations - as a friend."
 
>"I'll keep that in mind," Shining says as he turns toward the door. He halts and looks back at you over his shoulder.
>"By the way, how ARE things going with Blueblood?
 
"Oh, they're progressing quite nicely. He's become quite obedient. Still very fearful and insecure, but in time he will learn to accept his place. The whip keeps him in line quite nicely, and I think he's starting to appreciate the little things - like a nice warm bath, a place to sleep, and food to eat - a lot more than he used to. I expect to earn his complete loyalty and unquestioning obedience by the time I'm through with him, as well as get that puny little weak body of his in tip top shape. He's gonna be going for daily rides with me that will get longer and more difficult. He will not leave me the same stallion he was when he came to me, I can gurantee you that much."
 
>Shining's schadenfreude is betrayed by his smirk. "Hey, we have that military parade in like 2 weeks," he says with a devious grin, "why don't you follow behind me, on him, during it? It'll be quite a sight don't you think? HA!"
 
"We'll have to see, Shiny. It'll all depend on how broke he is by then."
 
>"Shall we get to your duties so you can get back to your... ahem... guest, then?"
 
"Sure thing," you say, your whip already at your side as you follow Shining out into the courtyard, where the first guard is already shackled and awaiting his punishment in front of the other guards.
 
>"The Royal Torturer has an announcement to make before we proceed with today's administrative punishments," Shining says, bowing to you to address the crowd.
 
"From this point forward, paddling has officially been permanently removed from the available punishments. Further infractions will be met with a number of lashes of the whip," you say, unfurling it and giving it a nice hard CRACK! that leaves the assembled audience dead silent.
 
>You approach the first guard and go to work straight away.
 
"Windwhipper, your punishment for insubordination is five lashes."
 
>you administer the lashes in rapid succession, leaving the guard crying and trembling as he's led away at the end
 
>it goes pretty much the same for the few remaining punishments. When you look out into the crowd you see fear in their eyes as you bow to Shining Armor and walk off stage.
 
>You inhale deeply and sigh with a smile on your face as you head back to your quarters, thinking how nice it will be to go for a nice long relaxing ride through the trails in the mountains around Canterlot, or maybe even better yet, to Ponyville, you do have a fondness for that quaint little town.
 
>You fling the front door open with a smile, seeing Blueblood waiting for you all tacked up and ready to go, everything perfectly in place, including tail wrap, as he timidly offers you your whip, staring at the floor the entire time
 
"Chin up, pony!" you chirp happily as you take the whip he offers you, "Your master's home!"
 
>A faint whimper escapes from Blueblood's muzzle as he keeps his eyes on the floor
 
>You walk around Blueblood, wiggling the saddle around, checking the tail wrap, girth strap, breastcollar, bridle, blinders, bit, reins.
 
>You give Blueblood a pat on the head, which he gradually raises, finally allowing his ears to lift as well
 
"Very good boy," you praise him. "You've done a great job, I didn't know you were so eager for your ride!"
 
>you give him a gentle pat on the rump as well, where most of his wounds from his initial punishment have scarred or scabbed over, he flinches slightly
 
"There's just one thing we're missing for today," you say as you walk out of the room, Blueblood not daring to move an inch until you return. You quickly wrap a blindfold around his eyes and the blinders, tying it behind his head.
 
>He starts to panic, his hooves loudly clattering against the floor as he backs away from you, until a couple of pops with the whip force him to stand still
 
"Tsk tsk tsk, and you were doing so well..." you chide
 
>Blueblood begins trembling as you put your left foot in the stirrup, lift your right leg over and mount him, wiggling around a bit and making yourself comfortable in the saddle
 
>You give his sides a gentle squeeze and he begins to walk forward, still trembling from the strain of your weight
 
"So, pony," you begin as he carries you outside, having to rely solely on the bit in his mouth and the reins in your hands for guidance, "We've gone over the importance of strength and stamina in a reliable mount, today we'll be working on another, just as important aspect of your training: discipline."
 
>Blueblood's legs start to give way slightly, though he's carried you a bit further than yesterday before starting to initially show fatigue. And he's pushing through it harder today as well, probably to avoid punishment.
 
>You take it easy on him as you ride down the streets of Canterlot, a reward for following your commands earlier and completely submitting to your authority, though maybe you should have punished him a bit more for trying to avoid the blindfold.
 
"By 'discipline,' I'm not talking about punishment with the lash of the whip for failing to obey my commands. You've already learned that quite well. The kind of discipline I'm referring to is maintaining total control of yourself as you obey my orders. You must learn to ignore any and all distractions, no matter what they are. Strict adherence to your master's orders is expected at all times. Distraction leads to disobedience, and disobedience leads to punishment. Your attention at all times is to be completely focused on your master."
 
>You begin to ride toward Canterlot's equivalent of a "red light district," a devious grin on your face. Blueblood still has no idea where he is, sweat starting to drip from his body as he paces himself and pushes through the pain and exhaustion.
 
>The laws in Equestria regarding paying for sexual services are slightly more relaxed than back on Earth. The letter of the law states that no pony may pay for any sexual activity "involving physical contact," nor offer any such services.
 
>Of course, the giant loophole in this law has led to several "gentlecolts' clubs" popping up featuring unicorn-only staff.
 
>You finally arrive at your destination, dismounting Blueblood and ordering him to remain still. You look up at the glowing sign: "TEASERS GENTLECOLT'S CLUB: LIVE UNICORN MARES!"
 
>You meet the bouncer pony at the entrance
 
"Hi there, me and my... 'friend' are looking for a good time."
 
>The gray stallion is a bit larger than Blueblood, standing there stoically. He tilts his head and peers at you over the top of his sunglasses, then slowly turns and looks at Blueblood. His voice is deep and gruff as he replies to you.
 
>"Look, buddy, whatever kinky stuff you and your... 'friend' are into is none of my business. I couldn't care less about colt cuddle-"
 
>you interrupt him with a laugh
 
"I can assure you, this colt is NOT getting cuddled by me."
 
>"Like I said, I don't give a hoot what you and that stallion are into. If you've got the bits, you get in. It's as simple as that."
 
"Well my good sir, what's the cover charge?"
 
>"Twenty bits each. Drinks and all other services are extra."
 
>This is going to be an expensive lesson, but it's not like you're exactly hurting for money. You have no rent to pay, your meals are free, there are no "utilities," so your salary pretty much goes to whatever you want it to. Actually you've accumulated quite a hefty sum, wondering to yourself why you don't indulge yourself in all the things Canterlot has to offer on a more regular basis.
 
>Hell, after all these years this is your first time in a pony strip club. Well, ponies don't wear clothes so it technically really isn't a strip club. Brothel? Oh who cares what it's called, it has mares, and that's all that matters.
"Any rules in particular I need to know about?"
 
>"Same as any other place. You can look but no touching. Magic doesn't count as touching. We also have private VIP rooms. 300 bits will get you and your friend a private VIP room for one hour. Finding a mare to go inside with you is up to you."
 
>You give the bouncer pony a 50 bit coin, telling him to keep the change as a tip. Then you pull out another 50 bit coin in front of him and lean in close to whisper to him
 
"You guys got any girls that are in heat right now?"
 
>The bouncer pony looks around to make sure he's not being watched before leaning in to reply to you. "Look for Emerald Eclipse. Dark teal coat, long flowing blue mane that almost touches the ground, and the most dazzling deep green eyes you've ever seen in your life. She just went into heat two days ago. She's making a killing right now off all the stallions she's had coming after her, so you can expect to pay a hefty sum if you want to be at the front of the line with her."
 
>The bouncer pony shudders just thinking about her
 
>You give him the 50 bit coin and thank him for the tip, walking inside and leaving Blueblood standing there, still tacked up, blindfolded, sweating, and oblivious to what's going on.
 
>As you enter the building you're magically patted down by another unicorn bouncer
 
"Aw come on man, really?"
 
>"Just doing my job, sir. Turn around please."
 
>You sigh and comply.
 
>"Alright, looks like you're clean. Welcome to Teasers, I hope you enjoy yourself."
 
"I'm gonna be coming back out to bring a... um... friend of mine with me"
 
>"That's fine, I'll remember you. It'd be kind of not to considering you're the only...."
 
"Human."
 
>"...the only human I've ever seen."
 
"Great, thanks. OH! And this is something of a surprise for my friend, so can you be discreet when you pat him down? Make sure he doesn't feel it?"
 
>The bouncer gives an amused smile, "sure thing pal. Bachelor party or something?"
 
>you give a simple "nope" as you walk past him
 
It's kind of dark inside, save for the bright spotlights on the stage/runway. You order a drink and take in your surroundings, trying to spot the mare you were told about. You see a filly here and there, going from table to table, flirting with the stallions, but she's nowhere in sight. Just as you're about to leave, you hear the announcement "and next up, we have a naughty little mare all the way from Fillydelphia, give it up for Emerald Eclipse!"
 
As she saunters down the runway, lifting her tail, giving a wink here and there, the bits come flying at her from all directions, bouncers having to hold several of the stallions back from jumping on stage. She puts on a good show, using her magic to 'encourage' the stallions to be more generous as she passes by them, holding her hindquarters over the edge of the runway, giving her rump a wiggle as she flicks and lifts her tail for a fleeting moment.
 
It's quite obvious she's been doing this for a while. As she turns around and flicks her tail a few times, a sort of waving goodbye, she gathers up all the bits that were tossed at her, levitating them alongside her as she blows a kiss to the audience and disappears backstage. While most of the stallions turn their attention to the next mare to come out on stage, you make your way through the crowd to find her. You bump into an even larger bouncer than either of the ones from before as you proceed toward a corridor that looks promising.
 
>"Can't go in there."
 
"Why not?"
 
>"VIP rooms. You pay for a pass?"
 
"Not yet, I was looking for Ms Eclipse, I'd like to... well, you know... take her to a room with me"
 
>"Hah, you and every other stallion in this place, pal. You couldn't afford what she's got, buddy, so move along."
 
>You grind your teeth in annoyance.
 
"Look, 'buddy,' money's not a fucking issue with me, you're lucky I don't snap your horn off for offending me like that."
 
>He signals a couple more bouncers to come over
 
>"I'd like to see you try," he says as you're surrounded.
 
"Sorry, my mistake. I don't hit mares - or geldings," you laugh.
 
>"We gonna have a problem here?" the ponies have formed a triangle around you. As much as you love a good scuffle, this isn't exactly the same as sparring with Shining Armor or his troops. That's not what you're here for.
 
>You roll your eyes, thinking 'oh for fuck's sake.'
 
"No, no problems. I was simply conveying to this," you emphasize the sarcasm in the next two words heavily, "fine gentlecolt that I would enjoy some private time with Ms Eclipse. I've got plenty of bits, yet your comrade here seems to be under the impression that I would be unable to afford a private room with said lovely filly. I was merely about to explain to him that he was quite mistaken, that's all. Surely we can all see that this is just one great big understanding, yeah?"
 
>"Let's see the money, then maybe we'll talk about not throwing you out on your hindquarters for that little threat of yours."
 
>"Let him through," a silky smooth feminine voice says as you see her muzzle, and then her face appear from behind the curtains.
 
>"finally" you think to yourself.
 
>She steps aside to allow you to walk past. You turn around and flip off the bouncers. Not that any of them know what that means, it still feels satisfying.
 
>You look at the mare as you walk beside her. Her mane is indeed quite long, just as you'd been told, and she's apparently let it down since she got off stage. It obscures half of her face and nearly touches the floor.
 
>"So fiery, so exotic..." she coos, eyeing you up and down as she leads you to a room at the end of the corridor and motions for you to sit down.
 
>She straddles your lap, tossing her head so that her mane falls back out of her face. She brings her muzzle close to your hear, blowing on it as she whispers, "What's it gonna be, big boy?"
 
>You feel yourself start to become aroused.
 
"Goddamn you're beautiful..." you mutter. You clear your throat and shake your head, very gently pushing her away.
 
>"Is something wrong?" she tilts her head at you, sitting on her haunches.
 
"Nothing wrong at all, you're perfect... it's just..."
 
>"Well, go ahead, what is it?"
 
"I've got someone else to bring in here... a stallion."
 
>She giggles and holds a hoof up to her mouth. "Honey, I don't care one bit if you swing both ways, I'll make sure you both have a good time," she says with a wink.
 
"Well, it's not exactly that, it's... well, let me just go bring him in and I'll explain okay?"
 
>"I'll be waiting right here for you, sweetie," she says.
 
>You hurriedly make your way to the exit, grabbing Blueblood's reins and pulling him through the door quickly. He nearly trips at the entrance but manages to find his footing. You proceed along with him toward the VIP rooms. Almost every eye in the club is on you as you lead your fully-tacked and blindfolded pony slave through to your destination. You could swear you hear the word "kinky" at least four or five times through all the muttering. You make it back to the room with Emerald, she looks at you with a great deal of curiosity as you order Blueblood to come to a stop and stand there, still blindfolded. His nostrils start to flare, he's already detected her scent in the air. You shoot the pretty little mare a wink as you untie Blueblood's blindfold.
 
>you also retrieve your whip, hanging from the saddle horn by a wriststrap.
 
>Blueblood stands at attention, though trembling with desire as the scent of mare in heat wafts through his nostrils. He eyes the mare, then quickly returns his attention to you.
 
"Emerald - may I call you Emerald?"
 
>the mare responds with a simple nod
 
"Emerald my dear, allow me to introduce you to my personal mount. You may simply refer to him as 'pony,' as I do. You see, I've brought him here today to teach him a very valuable lesson," you say, circling around the stallion as his entire body shakes.
 
>"What kind of lesson? What do you mean personal mount? You ride him?" she asks, not in an accusatory tone, but one of sheer curiosity. "Is it a kink you two have or something else?"
 
>You run the whip over Blueblood's hindquarters.
 
"Not at all, my dear. It's not a kink, he's simply my pony. I do ride him, because he belongs to me. Isn't that right, pony?"
 
>Blueblood gives a nervous nod
 
"I've brought him here today for some... training," you say with a devious grin.
 
>"This is strange, we've had some kinky colts in here, but... nothing like this. I gotta ask, is this all consensual?"
 
"Of course it's consensual! I mean, he even begged me to let him be my slave, isn't that right, pony?"
 
>Blueblood sighs and nods, his ears flattening against his head
 
"PONY!" Blueblood snaps to attention and stands perfectly still. You remove his bridle and his saddle. "Tell the lovely filly how much you love being a slave, go on, don't hold back pony, I wanna hear it too."
 
>Blueblood doesn't move as he obeys your command. "Yes master. Ms Emerald, I love being my master's slave. I begged for it just like he told you. My master punishes me when I disobey, but I deserve it. It's all true," Blueblood says in embarassment, tears threatening to form in his eyes.
 
"Good pony," you say, giving him a quick pat on the head.
 
"Now pony, this is the lesson in discipline I discussed with you earlier. You already understand that failure to obey my commands will result in immediate and swift punishment. This, however, is a different kind of discipline. Self-discipline over your mind, your body, your desires, your very instincts. Even when every fiber of your being is telling you to do something else, I expect my mount to pay no heed to any distractions whatsoever, no matter what they are or how intense." You point to Emerald with your whip. "This pretty little filly right here, she's in heat and you know she is."
 
>Emerald giggles and blushes
 
"We have an hour alone with her. Over the next hour, if I see you flare your nostrils, paw at the ground, move so much as an inch, or see you drop from your sheath, you're gonna get a whipping like none you've ever had before until whatever it is stops. And not just your hindquarters. Your back, your chest, your legs, there's no part of your body that will escape the lash, do you understand me, pony?"
 
>Blueblood looks terrified as his eyes dart back and forth between you and the mare. "Y...yes Master."
 
>You turn to the mare after making sure your slave clearly understands what is expected of him, and give her a friendly smile, which she returns in kind, flipping her mane out of her face again
 
>"So, tell me sweetie," she says as she circles around you, caressing you with the tip of her tail, "just what DO you want to happen here, hmm?"
 
"Depends on how far you're willing to go, what we can get away with, and how much you want in return," you reply.
 
>The mare's horn glows, shutting and locking a solid door that had been obscured by the curtains, a devious smirk forming on her face
 
>"The law says a pony isn't allowed to touch me in a place like this."
 
>You nod, signaling your understanding
 
>"...but you sure don't look like a pony to me," she says, her grin widening.
 
>you feel your heart skip a beat as you smile at her. It'd be something of a lie right now to say you weren't under HER control at this point.
 
"What's this gonna cost me? You're worth it a hundred times over, whatever it is," you say, trembling in anticipation
 
>she giggles in response "That's very sweet of you. Most of the brutes that come in here don't even try to strike up any kind of conversation, nor do they compliment me the way you have. It's been a while since I've had a client that actually made me feel good about myself..."
 
"That's really surprising," you say in disbelief, "are they all blind or something?"
 
>"Well, it's just that... most ponies don't look on this profession too kindly. The stallions that come in here, well, they're just here to get their rocks off, nothing more. I pull in more bits in one night than most ponies do in a month, but with the stigma attached to my work, it's almost not even worth it," she says as her ears flatten and she looks at the floor.
 
>You feel a pang of guilt for having come here for the reasons you did, to find some mare just to use to tease Blueblood and then punish him when his body naturally reacted to her presence.
 
>Blueblood shuts his eyes tightly as his body continues to tremble, trying to prevent himself from becoming aroused as the mare's pheromones waft into his nostrils
 
>There's an awkward silence for a minute or two
 
"I don't exactly have many friends myself," you say, rubbing the back of your neck and looking at the floor. "I literally make my living whipping ponies, not the kind of thing that exactly makes one popular. Well, I mean, the captain of the Royal Guard is my best friend, but that's pretty much it. As much as I enjoy trading quips and witticisms with him, it's just not enough. At the end of the day my quarters are empty, and quiet, painfully quiet. I guess maybe that's why I took on my pony here."
 
>Blueblood opens one eye and slightly tilts his head toward you
 
"Keep your place, pony!" you snap at him, before returning your attention to the mare.
 
"Emerald... I'm sorry."
 
>"Sorry for what?"
 
"For coming here. For trying to trade money for... well, you know. For trying to use you."
 
>"You don't have to be sorry for that, it's my job after all," she says with a half-hearted smile "and you might not have known this, but when I personally invited you back here it automatically waived your 300 bit fee. I was curious about you, you were... I guess sort of a novelty to me. I thought you'd be a nice change of pace for the night..."
 
>None of this is going the way you'd planned. You hadn't expected to be made to genuinely feel like a total piece of shit, and actually ashamed of yourself for the first time in years, and considering the cumulative amount of pain you've inflicted on ponies that's really saying something. You take a seat on the luxurious chaise and sigh.
 
"Emerald... do you..." you hesitate "do you like what you do here? I mean, at all?"
 
>"It's just a job to me. I check my emotions at the door. Or at least, I try to... Sometimes it can be fun, the attention feels good, but... I still feel sorta empty and ashamed when I leave for home."
 
"Forgive me if this is too forward, but... do you have anyone waiting for you at home? A husband? Children? Anyone?"
 
>You dumb shit. That was the wrong button to push.
 
>Her lower jaw trembles a bit and she wipes away a tear from her eye as she responds with a squeaky "No..."
 
>You've hardened your heart over the years, it's sort of necessary for your job - to look on the suffering of others with indifference, but despite that you still just absolutely cannot stand to see a mare cry. It's the one button you still have that can be pushed quite easily.
 
>You gently pull her into your lap and hold her close to you, stroking her mane and her back affectionately. She firmly leans into your embrace, trembling slightly but not crying.
 
>Blueblood can still be seen squirming, biting his lip, squeezing his eyes shut, shifting around impatiently, trying to think about anything and everything but the scent of the mare in season just a few feet away from him, still fearful of being punished.
 
>Eventually she pulls slightly away from you and looks into your eyes as you hold her, offering a warm smile as she hugs you once again before hopping down from your lap
 
>"That.... That was really nice..."
 
"Yes, it really was... your mane and coat are so silky smooth, and you smell so lovely..."
 
>Damn it to hell, Anon, you just met this mare and you're already putty in her hooves. You have a stallion to break, get your shit together!
 
>But... but... she's so pretty... and nice... and lonely... and...
 
>and NOT YOUR PROBLEM.
 
>but I really like her and...
 
>TOUGH SHIT, take your slave and get your ass out of there before this gets out of hand, NOW.
 
>b...but I just wanna ask her on a date and... and... get to know her bet-
 
>For fuck's sake you've been here for YEARS and held your own, you are NOT about to get pussy-whipped now, now GO.
 
>"Are you okay?"
 
>You shake your head and snap back to reality
 
"Yeah... just fine... why do you ask?"
 
>"Well, you were kinda mumbling to yourself and your eyes were darting around like you were thinking about something."
 
"It's just that... things have turned out way, way, WAY different than I had planned. I'm not used to my plans going awry, I'm always very meticulous in my planning... I didn't think..."
 
>She sits on her haunches and looks up at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue. You give a defeated sigh.
 
"This is stupid and probably entirely inappropriate, but... would you like to... I dunno... come over to my place for some dinner or something some time?"
 
>She raises an eyebrow at you, but says nothing
 
"...I'm sorry, it was stupid of me to ask, I mean-"
 
>"I'd love to."
 
"Beg pardon?"
 
>She smiles up at you and repeats herself. "I'd love to."