Title:           Drinking the Punch Chapter 4
Author:          MD_Tm27jGxpYk
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First Edit:      Friday 2nd of November 2012 12:03:39 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 2nd of November 2012 12:03:39 PM CDT

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