>LAST TIME
>You made a mess of the Royal Apartment in your quest to Remove Pink
>This lead into a heartwarming moment with Shining
>This then lead into Shining sucking your cock.
>Cadence enjoyed it, but now you're stuck trying to clean up a paint-splattered Sombra
 
>It is a little bit later.
>You had SOmbra stand in the shower...bath...wet area thing.
>You've been scrubbing and soaking Sombra for the past twenty minutes.
>You've gotten most of the clumps of acrylic and oil off
>But there's still quite a bit stuck in her hair, and tail, and longish hair on her chest.
>You've nearly run out of soaps and shampoos
>Just to be spiteful you grabbed the most expensive stuff first.
>Then you grabbed Cadence's stuff.
>Right now, you're 'watering' SOmbra with a detachable shower head.
>She has been stoic as you've washed her, appearing to be contemplating.
>You're sitting there, trying to figure out what to do about this stuff in her hair.
>"M...master?" says Sombra, tentatively.
>You look up, slightly startled
>She didn't grind out the word with the distaste she usually did.
"Something wrong, Som?" you ask casually.
>You're not sure why, but Sombra flinched slightly.
>"Please master..." she says quietly, "please call me slave, or bitch, or something..."
>You walk so you're in front of her, continuing to 'water' her.
"Why?" you ask.
>"It...it feels wrong, master." she says, glumly.
"Wrong?" you pry.
>"It...it was because of that...damn spell..." she said, distressed, "I, I c-c-can't...it doesn't...please, just, please just call me your slave, please master!"
>She's dropped her front hooves submissively, and you can see tears in the edge of her eyes.
>You're taken aback.
"Okay, okay, then,'slave'," you say, unsettled, "What is on your mind...er...bitch?"
>Sombra simply sighs.
>"Thanks master." she says "I...I wanted to ask you about...you getting back together with... Shining and Cadence." She sneers out the last two names.
'Yeah?" you ask.
>Sombra looks like she's having a fit.
"...bitch?" you add.
>Sombra instantly calms down.
>Poor bastard.
>"Master, why are you getting back together with them? I was under the impression that you hated them when you asked me to be your lawyer." she raises her eyes, an eyebrow lifted.
>You consider the question. The paint stuck on her coat has started to weakn with your continual watering, so you grab a brush to buy time. You kneel down and raise her head by grabbing her horn, and geting her to the appropriate height.
"Well, they were kind of annoying...and agitating...and infuriating...and frustrating..." you say, scrubbing at Sombra's mane, "But deep down they are kind, compassionate ponies who do care about me. The only problem is that they never talked to me, and made assumptions that were horribly wrong."
>Sombra winces as you tear out the final fleck of paint from her glorious mane.
>It's truly amazing, you note, as you pull you fingers through it.
"And I understand that on some level I do care deeply about them." you add, moving onto her chest. "So I'm trying this relationship ting out and maybe..."
>You peel out a little more paint from Sombra's front. Sombra's eyes shut, and she clenches her teeth, but eventually the last of the offending paint is removed.
"...maybe I'll...you know...have a decent marriage with them. All we needed was a little communication and mutual respect."
>You move to Sombra's tail, and the glugs therein contained.
>You grab the shower head and begin watering her tail.
"So, Somb-I mean, er...um..." you stop, thinking.
>"Is something wrong master?" she asks, "If it's something I've done or-"
"No, no, no, silly filly. I just don't like using the word slave with you....slave" you add. "I just prefer to use your actual name."
>"Well, er, Master" stuttered Sombra, "I mean, you could call me...um...Slut...bra?"
>Slutbra.
>Slllutbra.
"Yeah, that works. So, Slulululutbra" you ululate, finding that long series of 'lu' sounds deeply amusing for some reason, "Care to tell me why you wanted my dick over Shinings?"
>You work away, pulling hairs apart and removing an awfully large piece of gunk...with some of Slutbra's tail still in it.
>Natch.
>"It's because master...well, it kind of connects to my question" she considers, "I mean, master, you're not a whole lot like them, and a lot more like...myself."
>You peak around her rear to look at her face.
"How so?"
>"You seemed to get it, master. Back when you walked into my...ahem...'office', you just spoke like you weren't one of them. On the moon, you understood that some rules were dodgy, or stupid. You understood that someimes love was idiotic. And because of that, you...you haven't thought of me as a slave. You considered...heck, I still reckon you consider me an equal, master."
>You furrow your brow, both in thinking, and removing this god-
>-damned-
>-knot-
>-of-
>A-HA! The final giant clump of mess is gone!
>But there's still a small patch near the end of the tail.
"I do, Slutbra, because the whole Twilight Spell thing just doesn't make it right to treat other people...ponies" you correct in a sotto voice, "differently because they've been forced into a role."
>"But it's my role now...and I appreciate that you've been treating me ... relatively kindly, master." she says, softly. "I still remember what you did on the moon...but that was kind of understandable, I mean I DID try to kill you." he groans.
"Yeah. No hard feelings right?"
>Slutbra turns around and looks at you.
>"That's it - that's exactly it, Master. Here I tried to end your life, and you non-chalantly just shrug it off. But down on the terrace, you didn't hate me, or hurt me, or humiliate me. You just treated me like a pony, master."
>She's fully facing you now.
>"How can you be so forgiving of both myself and Shining and Cadence?"
>She stares at, no, INTO you.
"Is such a thing so unheard of?" you ask, simply.
>"Yes master." she says, "mercy of that kind...it's unheard of in pony lands."
"It's kind of the motto where I come from, 'forgive and forget'." you shrug.
>Slutbra regards you, then tears seem to form in her eyes.
>"If it's all the same, master Anonymous...thank you. Thank you so much" she says. "I...I respect that... a lot...and..." she tears up fully now.
>You move forward, and gently stroke her mane.
"Don't mention it, Slutbra."
>Slutbra continues to sniffle
>"Goddamn Cockslut spell" she sniffs.
>You envelope your ponypet in a hug.
>You realize too late that she's also wet, but right now, you don't care.
>There's a pony in front of you who needs help, dammit!
"I'm not sure if everything's going to be okay, but I'll be here for you, Slutbra."
>She hugs back.
>After a while you break the hug.
"Now, turn around, there's still a small amount of paint in your tail." you command, which Slutbra immediatey obeys.
>You apply the shower head to the end of her tail, waiting for the water to loosen the paint, when you look up.
>My, aren't those lips awfully plump.
>And moist.
>And twitching.
>You look back at the showhead in your hand, then you get an idea.
>You place the end of the showerhead close the Slutbra's pussy.
>She tenses.
>Then you turn the dial to 'high' on the head.
>She moans as the hot water pummels her over-eager cunt.
>You mix it up, exploring her with your fingers for a few minutes, then you give her a generous soaking with the showerhead.
>Her rear legs are shaking, and she's openly moaning now.
>"Please" she begs, "please don't, just...just use me to get off, please Master, I can't take this!"
"You care about me that much?" you smrik casually.
>She turns and looks you dead in the eye, "Like you wouldn't believe, Master."
>And now you're getting hard.
>Again.
>Not from the sexual torture, but just that single moment of love directed at you from a submissive pony...
>You thought you'd have nothing left after Shining's stellar performance, but this writihing, wet, sexy mare in front of you needs a good humping.
>You take the showerhead away, much to Slutbra's pleasure.
>You consider opening your fly, but then you get a better idea.
"Slutbra, turn around."
>She does so, and you can see her red cheecks and panting face.
>That glorious mane is dripping down the sides of her neck, and that face you know has a wicked, cocky smile is focused on you.
>Wanting to please you.
>NEEDING to please you.
>You sit down in front of her, legs apart.
"Slutbra, open my fly".
>Slutbra's eyes click to your groin, and in mere moments and a flash of green, your pants and underwear are teleported off you.
>To where, who knows.
>And, more importantly, who cares.
"Now, Slut," you say, "I'm not completely hard yet. Get me harder." you demand.
>Slutbra approaches you, looking at your semi-hard tool as if it were the crown jewels.
>She gets down, her rear pointing into the sky, and then lovingly starts to kiss your testicles.
>A tongue travels over them, delicately holding them, tenderly caressing them.
>Meanwhile Sombra's eyes have travelled back up to yours.
>She stops licking, and gives you that smile, that cocky smile like she can do anything.
>That smile with very sharp teeth.
>Anon, you may not have thought this through.
>Before you can object, though, Slutbra places her lips around your head, then THROWs his head down your tool.
>You quickly hilt inside his mouth, as he suckles you, her throat milks you, his tongue tickles you.
>All while your eyes never left hers.
>It's almost hypnotising.
>You gently stroke that WONDROUS mane of hers as she works,feeling the hair part through your fingers.
>She stops, then sloooowly her lips travel up to your head, where she lovingly worships your cock, giving small little kisses all over it.
>Yep, you're hard now.
>Painfully so.
>You don't bother with words, and simply grab Slutbra by the horn.
>You move her so she's on her back, rear legs splayed out, supplicant.
>Her pony pussy begging to be punished by your man-meat.
>You regard her, momentarily.
"...how much of this is you wanting me to get off, and how much is this you wanting to get off?" you ask casually, your dick in hand.
>Slutbra looks thoughtful, panting hard
>"I'd say about 70-30" she says, grinning.
>Sneaky bastard.
>You grin back, then slowly enter into that hot, tight, pony pussy.
>Slutbra is gritting her teeth, only just used to your size, but you can;t deny the depths of her panting when you stop.
>Or her impressive volume of her moans once you start to actually pump into and out of her.
>You pound that pussy, that warm, moist cunt, as you hold onto one of Slutbra's hips with one hand, and hold her back with the other.
>She's grunting, hissing and moaning into your chest.
>You start to grind into her a bit, twist a little now and then, getting amusing reactions out of her.
>You start to slow down a bit, eager to draw out Slutbra's pleasure, but she grabs you with her forehooves.
>"Anon, umph, please, nn~ng, use me! use my worthless slave cunt!" she cries. "Don't-don't think about me please, just, uuuung! Fill me with your cum!"
>...
>Woah.
>Well Anon, don't leave a girl waiting.
>You increase the pace, her warm depths milking you eagerly, her grunts and pants turning you on no end.
>Eventually you feel it coming, and you bend down and grab Slutbra by the lips and kiss her.
>Right as you pump out rope after rope of cum into her tight little body.
>Her eyes first open in shock, then roll into her head as she eagerly milks your cock, withdrawing as much cum out of you as she can.
>You probe her mouth, finding the odd sharp tooth, but soon meeting a very long and dextrous organ.
>Which then proceeds to go literally straight down your throat, as Slutbra begins kissing you in earnest.
>This unexpected development, causes you to pull away, coughing and spluttering.
 
>Slutbra is looking shocked, rolling you over onto your back so she's on top of you.
>"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry Master, I-"
>You cover her mouth with your hand.
"It's alright. I guess you were just a little bit over eager there, Slutbra?"
>She sighs in relief, then nuzzles into your shoulder.
>"Thank you for using me." she says.
"...does it feel good, to say and do those things?" you ask, absentmindedly.
>She's silent for a bit.
>"For you it does," she replies quietly.
>You pull out of her, then adjust her so she's resting on your body. You engulf her in a hug, and she sighs, happily.
>You stroke that mane, now slowly drying, as you lie in post-coital bliss.
>And you think.
>Before, you saw a guy turned into a girl forced into being a slave to two ponies who would probably hurt her, badly.
>But now you see that, courtesy of that spell, Slutbra really DOES want to be the bitch.
>She WANTS the cock.
>Namely, YOUR cock.
>Before you were uneasy about what you were doing, but now?
>You can easily see Slutbra licking your feet, or burying her head between your legs, or on her knees, cleaning the floor, or tied up with a bunch of toys in her.
>Because at the end of the day, she cares about you.
>And you care about her.
>Twilight's spell made the entire thing uncertain, but you're certain you like Slutbra.
>And you're going to start really enjoying her 'training'.
>You smile a bit, mischeviously.
>You haven't done that yet, have you.
>As if on cue, Cadence chose this exact moment to enter the bathroom.
>"Anon, is the slave finally clean?" she asks
"As a whistle" you say, picking her up in your arms and standing.
>A bit of cum drips onto the floor from her abused pussy.
>Cadence raises an eyebrow.
>You grin, sheepishly.
>Slutbra looks between you and Cadence, unsure of what to do.
>"Put her down, Anon." she says.
>You do so.
>Her horn glows pink, and you see a pink glow around Slutbra's nethers.
>She groans a bit, as all your cum comes out.
>Then with a flick of the horn, all that cum seems to multiply radically.
>Another flick, and Slutbra is now covered in your cum.
>And she smells very salty.
>Almost instantly the scent of cum seems to drive Slutbra mad.
>She instantly presents, panting hard.
>Cadence pays her no heed.
>"Slave, Shining needs help going to the bathroom, considering Anon was using this one to clean your filthy body." she says. "You may only use your mouth and tongue. I expect him to be satisfied when I return."
>"Y-yes, Mistress" Slutbra half moans, half groans.
>'Additionally, you are NOT allowed to clean yourself, or touch your dirty cunt, understood?" says Cadence, harshly
>"Nnnnyessssss Mistresss" Slutbra hisses in thinly veiled fury, before hobbling out of the bathroom.
>Cadence motions you to follow her.
>As you walk past the living room you see Shining raise a leg and sieze the mane on the back of Slutbra's head, and forcing her muzzle towards his rear entrance.
>Both you and Cadence close the doors on rather unpleasant sounds, mixed with pleasured and relieved sighing from Shining.
>Poor bastard.
>You turn to Cadence.
"What now?"
>Cadence suddenly bounds onto her four hooves like an excited puppy.
>"Wanna go out for lunch?" she asks, playfully, eyes intense.
>Well, it is past lunchtime, and you ahven't eaten yet, so..."
"Yeah,. alright," you say, before you're suddenly teleported.
 
 
 
 
>Just a millisecond too late you realize you aren't wearing pants.