Title:           Blueblood Part 2
Author:          somewritefag
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First Edit:      Monday 4th of May 2015 01:38:25 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 4th of May 2015 01:38:25 PM CDT

Reaching for a nearby sponge, you dip it a few times in the water before wringing it out. You apply the damp sponge to Blueblood's rump, careful to avoid directly touching his open wounds. He winces and shifts uncomfortably as you work the blood out of his matted coat, giving the bathwater a reddish tint. You reach for a bottle of shampoo and work it into a lather in his tail. As pinkish foam drops from his rump and tail into the water below you begin to hum. Blueblood stares straight ahead the entire time, his bottom lip quivering, but his sniffling becoming more infrequent.
 
"Like I said before, I'm not a complete monster," you say softly to him as you work the shampoo into his coat further and further up his back, eventually reaching his mane. "You've been through enough today, so don't worry, the worst part is over for now. That's not to say the next few months are going to be easy on you, though," you say with a grin as you begin scrubbing his mane. After washing his mane and face, you unplug the bathtub to allow the water to begin to drain as you grab a flexible shower-hose off the wall and turn the water back on, running it over his body and using your fingers to work out all the suds until the water runs clear.
 
You grab a towel off a nearby rack and rub the unicorn's body with it vigorously. You take a brush and pass it through his mane and tail several times as he dries off to prevent them from tangling. When you've finally finished grooming him, he follows you to your bedroom, where you pile up some pillows and blankets onto the floor at the foot of your bed. You point to it as you speak.
 
"Lay down and try to get some rest for the rest of today and tonight. Tomorrow we'll have you fitted for your saddle and bridle, but for now I have to return to my duties."
 
He nods and curls up on his makeshift bed compliantly, falling asleep from exhaustion nearly instantly.
 
Leather is somewhat hard to come by in Equestria, so your custom-made gear is going to be on the expensive side and you already know it. Conveniently, one of the few skilled leatherworkers in the entire kingdom just so happens to have a shop right here in Canterlot. It's the same stallion who expertly crafted the whip you sometimes use in the execution of your duties. Blueblood follows you to the shop without protest the next morning, drawing an occassional curious glance from passersby as he follows you like a lost puppy. As you enter the shop you greet the owner cheerfully before getting right down to business. You describe in detail what you want crafted. A leather saddle fit to Blueblood's back with extra fleece padding underneath to protect him from chafing, as it will be a weight-bearing surface. Stirrups leathers and irons so you have somewhere to rest your feet. Extra snaps on the front to secure a leather breastcollar to, to help hold the saddle in place and prevent it from slipping side to side. Blueblood sits on his haunches staring at the floor, his face bright red in horrible embarassment as you go into excruciating detail about what exactly this is going to be used for.
 
The unicorn shopkeeper takes a tape measure and begins taking measurements of Blueblood's back, making notes on a pad of paper as he continues to listen to your order.
 
You also want a leather bridle with snaps to secure a steel bit with attatched reins into his mouth. The bridle is also to have blinders on either side to force Blueblood's vision forward and prevent him from seeing anywhere but straight ahead. The shopkeeper begins taking measurements of your legs and ass to get the proper length for the stirrups and size for the seat of the saddle. Blueblood winces as you next tell the shopkeeper you'd like a leather quirt with a wriststrap to carry with you as you ride. Your last instructions are for a tail wrap with a snap that secures to the back of the saddle to secure Blueblood's tail in an upright position, which will keep his plothole and testicles exposed as you ride him through town, maximizing his humiliation.
 
The shopkeeper nods as he takes down the last few instructions on his notepad.
 
"Is there anything else?" he asks. You rub your chin for a moment and think before shaking your head 'no.'
 
"Very good sir. I'll have your order finished by the end of the week. I need a 15% down payment and I'll get right to work."
 
You toss some coins onto the counter with a smile before turning to exit the shop, motioning for Blueblood to join you.
 
The rest of the week passes without incident. Blueblood has become slightly more at ease with you, almost to the point of obtaining a false sense of security. Reality quickly sets in for him when you take delivery of your special order though. He watches as you unpackage everything, inspect it carefully and arrange it neatly, getting a troubled look on his face and which only worsens when you order him to your side. He flinches when you secure the handle of the quirt to your wrist and snap it in the air a couple times and instinctively clamps his tail, the memory of the whipping he'd received days earlier still fresh in his mind. This doesn't escape your attention and you smile somewhat deviously at him.
 
"Well pony, no point in wasting any time, whaddya say we go for our first ride? Would you like that?"
 
Of course he's not going to like it, but he forces a smile and nods in compliance anyway, fearing punishment if he offers any resistance or disobedience.
 
"Good boy," you say as you scratch behind his ear.
 
You slip the bridle over his face and ears. The bit clangs against his teeth as it enters his mouth causing him to take a few steps back and try to back out of the bridle in reflex. You snap the quirt on his ass quickly causing him to flinch in pain and stop in his tracks.
 
"NO. BAD boy. You hold still," you command.
 
Blueblood flicks his tail in frustration as you force his mouth open with a thumb, sliding the bit over his tongue and adjusting the straps on the bridle until the bit pulls at the corners of his mouth forming a slight crease in the skin on each side. Blueblood winces uncomfortably from the slight pinch of the metal and his tongue flicks in and out of his mouth under the bit a couple of times as the slightest bit of drool works its way from the corners of his mouth to his chin, unable to close his mouth completely.
 
You clip the reins to the bit and toss them over his neck, allowing them to hang there. You place a small folded blanket over his back before grabbing the saddle and carefully setting it on top. You run your hand underneath it to make sure it makes contact evenly with his back.
 
"This fits you quite nicely," you observe, "he really did a nice job with this. Is it comfortable enough?"
 
Blueblood sighs and nods.
 
"Good! Can't have my pony getting a sore back on his first ride, now can we?"
 
Blueblood simply snorts. You tighten the girthstrap on the saddle before attaching the breastcollar, tightening it on both sides until it's pressed firmly against his coat, leaving an indentation in his fur. You wiggle the saddle around to make sure it's nice and secure before nodding to yourself in satisfaction. It covers most of his back and the stirrups nearly touch the floor, highlighting just how undersized your mount is. Blueblood's legs start to tremble in anticipation, already knowing it's going to be a struggle to carry you. You secure the tailstrap around the base of his tail, lifting it straight up and exposing his puckered ass and testicles to full view.
 
You grab the reins in one hand, pulling until his neck is bent so that his chin nearly touching his chest, his mouth opening wide to try to escape the pressure of the bit. You place a foot in the left stirrup and fling your right leg over his back, intentionally landing forcefully in the saddle, eliciting a loud grunt from the stallion as his spine bends beneath you and he stumbles about, nearly losing his balance. You give him a good smack with your quirt to encourage him to find his footing more quickly. When he finally stabilizes you can feel the shakiness and uneasiness in his legs as he groans quietly. You shift your weight in the saddle and get comfortable, loosening the reins slightly to ease some of the pressure off the bit. Blueblood stretches his neck forward and rolls his tongue around, trying and failing to control the drool that's still flowing from the sides of his mouth around the bit, which is now starting to drip from his chin onto the floor.
 
You squeeze your legs and purse your lips, making a clicking/kissing noise with your tongue to signal him to move forward as you loosen the reins. He stands there in confusion for a moment not sure what exactly you want until you reinforce your cues with another smack from the whip, causing him to flinch and begin walking forward. Each step requires significant effort from the beleaguered stallion. You shake your head in disapproval of his lack of strength.
 
"We're gonna have to do a lot of training to build up your muscles, aren't we slave?"
 
His silence is met with another quick snap of the whip, causing him to flinch again before nodding and mumbling in agreement. You pat his neck.
 
"Good boy. Don't worry, we'll make a good little workhorse out of you yet!"
 
By the time you exit the castle and approach the city streets, Blueblood is already panting heavily and his legs are trembling even more, a light sweat beginning to dampen his neck and rump. Blueblood hesitates to continue forward when he sees how crowded the streets of the city are today. He whimpers and takes a few steps backward, his tail pulling at the strap trying to cover his exposed rear out of shame. A few more lashes straightens him back out, he should know better than to try to fight you by now.
 
Blueblood sighs in defeat as he begins walking again at your urging. As you make your way through the city, several ponies stop and stare. Some of the more noble-looking ponies gasp and cover their mouth with a hoof as you pass, some whisper to each other, still others giggle silently.
 
Not satisfied with your current pace you give another squeeze and click, saying "trot, pony."
 
Blueblood groans and does as you command, picking up his pace from a walk to a steady, if shaky, trot. It doesn't take long for his breathing to become heavy and labored. Minutes later his entire body is soaked with sweat, streaming down his neck and sides and dripping from his belly onto the ground with each stride. He begins to whimper pleadingly to allow him to slow down to catch his breath, but is met only with a cruel lash to remind him that he doesn't get to decide anything here, that he's totally at the mercy of his rider.
 
It's not long before he collapses onto the ground from exhaustion, whimpering and breathing so rapidly it sounds like he'll hyperventilate.
 
"I don't remember saying you could take a break, slave," you say, giving him a good whipping to urge him to get back up.
 
He tries to stand and falls again, prompting you to whip him even harder until he scrambles back to his hooves and remains standing. He stands there with his legs splayed out in a desperate attempt to support not only his own weight, but that of his master as well, his tired body quaking with tremors as you allow him a brief moment to start to catch his breath.
 
Blueblood begins to wonder to himself if he might have been better off just taking the rest of his initial punishment rather than accepting this alternative. You squeeze your legs again, your mount still breathing heavily, not having nearly a long enough rest, his body now beginning to rock with silent sobs as tears start to run down his face, summoning all of his strength to press onward. The drool at the corners of his mouth has turned into a frothy foam as he becomes dehydrated under the midday sun, a similar foamy substance being worked up by the sweat between his hind legs from the constant friction of them rubbing against each other as he trots. He's somewhat relieved when you turn him around and begin to head back in the direction of the castle.
 
Not wanting to ride him to death, you allow him to proceed at his own pace back to the castle. When you reach it his breathing has returned almost to normal, but he is still sweating profusely and it falls like raindrops from his body, forming little puddles in his path. When you return to your quarters and dismount from him, he gives a massive sigh of relief and collapses to the floor.
 
You've become quite aroused during the last hour or so that you've spent dominating him and a sinister thought comes into your mind. He had agreed to do *exactly* as you say as part of his punishment, hadn't he?
 
His bridle and blinders still on, he doesn't see the erection pressing against your pants as you remove the saddle, steam rising from his soaked back. Instead of next removing the bridle as he expects, you give him a good jerk on the reins to force him back to his hooves. He stands up with a surprised whimper, trying to turn to look at you, but unable to when you tug on the reins again to straighten his head back out and force him to remain staring straight ahead.
 
You walk around to his frontside, knocking his front legs out from under him, forcing him to his knees. As you pass in front of him he becomes wide-eyed as he notices your arousal. You take up a position behind him and kick lightly at the insides of his hind hooves to spread his hind legs apart. He immediately clamps his tail down as hard as he can and shakes his head pleadingly.
 
You drop the reins allowing them to hang over his back, grabbing the base of his tail with one hand and forcefully lifting it out of the way. Blueblood's horn glows, removing the bridle with his magic and tossing it aside, immediately turning to look at you but not trying to run away.
 
"Master... sir... please no..." he whispers, his tail desperately trying to pull free from your hand.
 
Ignoring his pleas you spit on his plothole and run two fingers up and down between his cheeks, gathering up some of the foamy sweat between his legs with your fingers and mixing it with your spit in a circular motion before gently inserting your index finger. Blueblood gasps and tries to pull away but your firm grasp on his tail prevents him from getting anywhere. You swirl your finger around the inside of his hole as you work it in an out, making sure to coat the inside with the mixture of spit and sweat evenly until your finger slides in and out with little resistance. Blueblood has his eyes closed, shutting them tighter each time your finger penetrates him.
 
Satisfied that he's properly lubed, you take off your pants and toss them aside, exposing your fully erect member. Blueblood peeks through one open eye before closing it again and vigorously shaking his head "No."
 
You chuckle at him softly. "You should have thought about this before you agreed to be my slave, 'your highness,'"
 
You spit on your hand and give your member a copious coating of saliva before positioning the tip at the puckered entrance to Blueblood's ass. You lean forward and place an arm under Blueblood's belly just in front of his hind legs, your arm crossing over his sheath, nearly lifting his entire hind end off the ground as you slide your entire length inside him up to the hilt in one quick motion. Blueblood cries out in surprise at the sudden intrusion and tries to wiggle free from your grasp, unintentionally squeezing you with his ass in the process.
 
"Mmm.. good boy.." you moan under your breath before pulling out and slamming into him as hard as you can again. His cries of protest are even louder this time.
 
"Master PLEASE! I can't take it!"
 
You pull out and push back in a bit more gently, this time only getting a grunt in response as Blueblood grimaces in discomfort. You work into a slow, careful rhythm, pulling about half way out each time before sliding back in, your testicles softly slapping against the pony's each time. Blueblood's resistance starts to crumble as he becomes accustomed to the feeling of you inside of him. You feel hot flesh growing between your arm and his belly and look down in surprise to see Blueblood's penis has extended from its sheath and is becoming erect.
 
Blueblood yelps when you grab the base of his sheath and begin to massage it, encouraging him to fully harden as you slowly pump away at his backside. His moans have become a confused mixture of discomfort and pleasure as you move your hand up and down his shaft in time with your thrusts. You let go of his tail, which he now freely holds up and out of the way on his own, and begin massaging and lightly slapping his rump as you pick up your pace. Blueblood's neck is bent straight back, his face looking directly at the ceiling through half-lidded eyes, mouth hanging agape, cheeks bright red even through his fur with embarassment and arousal.
 
"Master..." he moans and whimpers, "oh master..."
 
You bite your lip as you feel yourself coming close to climax, the slapping of flesh against flesh becoming louder with each thrust. Finally your body is seized by an intense orgasm, slamming home one last time and nearly screaming as you unleash a torrent of cum into Blueblood's ass, gripping his cock and ass tightly as spurt after spurt of semen empties from your body into his. Breathing heavily you let out a contented sigh as you slide out of his ass and release him.
 
Blueblood takes a few steps away, still holding his tail up as cum dribbles slowly from his asshole and drips onto the floor. His now rock-hard penis dangles and pulsates and he eyes it, then you, pleadingly.
 
"What?" you say between breaths, "you thought I was going to let YOU finish too?"
 
He gets a pained expression on his face and then looks at the floor in shame.
 
"By the way, you're not done yet," you say, "come here."
 
Blueblood obeys and walks toward you. You place one hand behind his head, grabbing his horn with the other, and force his muzzle to your crotch.
 
"Now clean up your master," you command.
 
A look of disgust quickly falls over his face.
 
"Go on pony," you urge, "lick it clean."
 
Blueblood's erection quickly begins to subside and he snorts before trying to pull away from you. You give him a hard slap across the face to remind him of his place before shoving his face back into your crotch again.
 
"I said LICK!" you demand.
 
Silent tears form at the corners of his eyes as the tip of his tongue parts his lips and makes contact with your shaft. The taste of filth from his own ass mixed with your cum causes him to gag almost instantly, but he continues to lick in longer and longer strokes. Before long his head turns to the side and he wretches violently, nearly vomiting before turning his attention back to the task at hand, taking your entire member into his mouth and suckling on it like a foal nursing from its mother as tears drip from his face and onto your inner thighs.