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Mistress Shy's New Pet

Chapter Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Anonymous

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The basement was pitch black and Arctic stumbled down the last few steps as the reins were cruelly yanked, tugging him off-balance. It was cruel and it was mean and it was so not the Fluttershy he was used to, but it made his cock throb all the harder. He slipped in his own pre-cum as he followed her, balls swinging heavily from side to side. And yet his mind still did not truly catch up with the situation at hand as his hooves, once again, hit flat ground, his sense of reality swayed and skewed beyond all recognition.

She dropped the reins, leaving in the middle of the room as she disappeared into the darkness with one final word flung forth in her wake.

"Stay."

Arctic baulked and ruffled his wings, swinging his head from side to side as a small amount of light filtered down the staircase that they had descended.

"You're a stallion that needs to be taken down a peg or two."

Her voice came from the darkness and he shivered, openly panting as he shook his head, a futile attempt to get the bridle off his muzzle. He could have rubbed it off with his hoof, but the latex straps - it had to be latex too, nopony would use leather in Equestria - were drawn too tight and his tongue lolled out pinkly.

"But you're not a stallion, are you?"

Arctic bristled.

"Yes, I am. And you're going to let me out of here right now, Fluttershy! This isn't a game!"

"Ah, so you do have some balls besides the ones between your legs."

He reeled: the mare could not be so crude! But his distraction was his undoing as a manacle snapped closed around his hind fetlocks with a sickening clack of steel on steel. They yanked back in a rattle of chains, knocking him clean off his hooves and the breath from his lungs. Slammed hard onto the smooth floor, the stallion grunted, head spinning, helpless to stop her as she drew them taut, turning a crank to drag him back a length or so, lips twisted cruelly.

Scrabbling, he tried and failed to get his hind legs beneath him as Fluttershy stepped back into the light, having shed the layers of her dress to stand before him in the nude. Of course, ponies went about without clothes all the time in Ponyville, but there was still something alluring about a pony who had just removed herself of what covering she had, the protection leaving one vulnerable in the most delectable of ways.

Posing before him as if she was on the cover of a fashion magazine once again, Fluttershy wickedly lifted her tail, showing him just another flash of her winking, pulsing marehood. Between her thighs, tucked up close to her smooth stomach, her tiny buds of teats begged his attention and Arctic groaned against himself as he leaned forward, cock throbbing as it spurted copious amounts of pre-cum. He couldn't help himself - any stallion would have had to have lost his mind to now want her, just as she was.

"You wanted this, didn't you, Arctic?" She whispered, eyelashes seductively lowered. "You wanted to see me like this, in nothing but my natural coat?"

The stallion gaped and made a strangled noise. Of course, it was true, but he couldn't say that! Struggling against his bonds, he squealed and kicked out, tail clamped down.

"Is this some kind of sick joke? Fluttershy - I said I'm sorry! What more do you want from me? Tell me and I'll do it!"

The Pegasus mare smiled.

"Wrong answer."

He didn't see the manacles that she slapped around his front hooves coming, the metal digging in as she yanked his forelegs from beneath him. He'd only been halfway back to his hooves, but the chains rattling tight pulled him back to the floor, cracking his jaw on the way down. Arctic groaned, head spinning as the room seemed to dip and sway, the light taking on a grey tinge for several sickening moments.

"You'll learn."

She poked his rump as he tried to get back to his hooves, head lowered and ears drooping. Snorting, Arctic lifted a hind hoof and wobbled, his threat to kick hardly convincing.

"Fluttershy - stop it!"

She giggled, batting her eyelashes at him, demonstrating the strength of her position as she caressed and prodded his rump, even lifting his tail to get a good look underneath.

"Oh, aren't you a talkative one! You think that's going to stop me taking what I want from you? You really want me to stop, pet?"

Arctic shuddered, trying to force his tail down to no avail. Pet?

"I'll let you in on a little secret, my sweet stallion," she breathed, leaning in to whisper into his ear. "I've been looking for a new pet, ever since my last one left. They needed a more moderate mistress. I am anything but moderate."

Pulling her head back, she stared deeply into his eyes, though there was nothing of love, companionship or romance in them, but a dark, lawless lust that sent shivers down his spine. Arctic opened and closed his mouth several times, grunting as he struggled to force words out, mind clunking into gear.

She wanted to make him her pet? What herbs was the mare on?

"No!" He slammed a hoof into the ground, teeth set as he strained and fought. "I don't want this - get away from me! I'll tell everyone what you're doing down here! Nobody will ever come near you again!"

"Oh, poor Arctic..." She crooned, tail swishing as she turned her back on him once more. "I wonder when you'll work it out?"

With that, she forced his head up and back, chains straining at his hooves enough to keep his attention on staying upright, if splayed out nearly prostrate. The metal bit she forced between his teeth, into the gap at the back of his mouth, was cold and stank of metal polish. He snorted and squealed, gnashing his teeth together until she spat a curse - most unbecoming of the Element of Kindness! - and struck him square across the muzzle. He whimpered and worked his jaw, allowing her moments enough to strap the bit tightly into place, gagging him with an implement that had not been used on ponies since torture had been ruled out several centuries ago.

There were still some uses for the devices in circulation, however, and Fluttershy had learned to make good use of them with the "toys" she brought home for her entertainment. Smiling coldly at her bound and gagged pet, his chest heaving, she stalked around him in a tight circle, a predator admiring their catch before feasting.

"I suggest you don't fight me anymore, pet. It really isn't the best idea. It didn't work out very well for the last one and they ended up leaving. You could learn to love this if only you give it a chance."

He lunged for her, eyes desperate, and she tightened the chains a notch more, forcing him to balance precariously if he was not to plant himself face down on the specially designed latex floor once more. She ran a hoof down his back and under his flank to explore his cock, the object that had caught her attention initially. The Pegasus mare cooed softly as she rubbed the full length with her hooves, encircling the girth with a wing and trailing her feathers sensually down the shaft.

Arctic gasped and shuddered, unable to help himself. Even as his mind pulled back from the situation, overcome with shock and horror at being treated so callously, bound very much so against his will. Yet his will slipped away with the energy from his body, sweat marking his flanks and stifle, hair matted and swirled with dark pastes of sweat. He flapped his wings - the only part of him thus far not subjected to bondage - and groaned open-mouthed as she pumped his length with both hooves, even letting one trail down to caress his large, heavy balls.

"Oh..." He moaned, head dipping as if he could not support the weight of it anymore. "F-feathers... Oh, my..."

"Oh, a pet likes that now, does he?" She crooned, putting a hoof beneath his chin to force him to look up at her. "Maybe there's a little more where that came from... If he's a very good pony."

"Let me go..." He whispered, closing his eyes. "I won't tell anyone. I'm so sorry. This was all nothing more than I deserved, but you've had your fun. I'll never look at another mare again after this... I'm sorry, I'm truly so very sorry, Fluttershy..."

Her eyes burned into his.

"No."

Arctic's chest heaved, nervous, anxious breaths fluttering by his nostrils as blood roared in his ears. But her hooves were back on his cock and it was hard to think of anything else as she teased him, intent on one purpose and one purpose alone as a traitorous orgasm crept closer and closer with every passing second.

But she had to get one command in first, if she was to take him truly under her wing.

"And now you are to call me Mistress Shy, pet."

Arctic licked his lips, eyes rolling back into his skull as she pumped his shaft, pleasure coursing through him that he had not had the delight to feel since his last marefriend. And, truth be told, that had been a while ago. Too long ago.

"I'm...not..." The words were thick in his muzzle, a struggle to force from his lips. "No... Not calling you that. No."

"Oh, but you will, pet, and you're so close already," she murmured, eyes half-lidded with smoky lust; she was a mare that would never need make-up. "You wouldn't be here now if you weren't already drawn in by me. You could have left at any time and yet you still followed me down to my basement."

He groaned and shook his head, but sealed his lips closed as he could not, truly, refute what she said. Perhaps a part of him, a subconscious part, had seen the dominance in the mare and instinctively wanted to know more, following her like a lamb to slaughter. He'd really walked head over heels into his own fate, but that sure as Tartarus didn't mean he had to be happy about it.

"No," he said, raising his voice even as his tongue lolled out and those hooves worked him over even more wonderfully.

"You're close, aren't you, Arctic?"

The Pegasus stallion groaned and tucked his chin down to his chest, wings spread and feathers quivering.

"Oh, you are. You really are."

He moaned, trying to rock his hindquarters to thrust into her grasp, but there was nothing he could do if he didn't want to fall flat on his face, held in place by mental and physical bonds. Arctic panted heavily and flagged his tail, balls trying to pull up closer to his body as he came to the very brink...

And the mare backed off, hooves drifted almost casually away from his raging hard-on as if she had not had all that much interest in him anyway.

"You want me to touch you now, pet?" She whispered, eyes dancing darkly. "Well, call me your mistress then and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum."

Arctic moaned and hung his head, yet did not reply. She pulled herself up straighter, taller, a more imposing air to her stance.

"Have it your way then. It is always more fun to break them down first."

And, shockingly, her hooves and wings returned to his shaft and balls, lips nuzzling over the flaring head of his cock as if she was going to take it into her mouth - but that would have been too low a level for such a mare to stoop to. No, she was not the one on her knees, sucking cock and trying to please. It was the stallion's job to please her and this one was just going to have to learn like all the others.

Thankfully, they were easily susceptible to the lures of the body...

"Such a fine pet you'll make me..." She murmured, layering kiss after kiss over his balls, fat and churning with cum. "You just need to be shown the right way to behave, little one."

His head rolled from side to side, tongue lolling out uselessly over the bit. He wanted her, so badly, but he didn't want what she was doing him. Just the end result would be fine, if he could have that and that alone, but it seemed that they were a package deal with the dominant mare and her smoky eyes. Arctic groaned as she nuzzled between his balls, wings fluttering sensually along the pulsing, throbbing length of his cock. How did she do that to him? Sure, he'd mounted other mares before and gotten himself into more than his fair share of difficult situations in the sexual department. His cock, being on the larger side, limited the number of sexual partners that were willing to actually take him inside them and even the teasing caresses of her hooves and wings drove him towards a peak that he didn't believe he could actually have.

Memory was a terribly tantalising thing at times. As the Pegasus stallion groaned and panted, wings flapping helplessly in his bondage, Fluttershy gave his balls a hard squeeze. And that alone would have been enough to send him over the edge of she had not clamped her hoof down over the head of his shaft, closing off the urethra so that true orgasm, as close and thrumming as it was, simply wasn't within his reach. Fluttershy made sure of that. He grunted and thrust as much as he could, tail flagged as if to cum, but there was nothing he could do but submit to her torturous desires, succumbing to the urge.

He could do nothing else.

Fluttershy giggled and cooed as his balls swung and trembled, trying to pull up in orgasm - truth be told, with nuts as large as his, it was a side more obvious, which she also found quite alluring - as they filled up with cum, backed up under her will and her will alone. The stallion grunted and panted heavily, eyes wide as he stared down at his balls, impossible to miss due to the size as they swelled and swelled, needing release that was, shockingly denied. Fluttershy giggled wickedly as she refused to let him ejaculate properly, re-directing his cum back into his terribly overfilling pony nuts.

Fascinated by them, Fluttershy poked his swollen balls and the stallion shuddered, that slight stimulation making him want to cum right then and there, but it wasn't enough: nothing would be enough if she had her way about it. Fluttershy, after all, was a pro at what she did and she wouldn't be a dominant of the name at all unless she could keep a stallion right on the brink until she was sure he was well and truly under her control.

That wouldn't take long, from experience. Arctic tried to gnaw the inside of his cheek, but he couldn't with the bit lodged over his tongue at the back of his mouth. The stallion groaned and swayed, barely staying upright. It was a blessing that she had left his wings blissfully free, for at least he could spread them for some semblance for balance, although he wasn't sure just how much help they actually were. His feathers shivered as he splayed them out, primaries twitching as if wishing to take flight, the stretch luxurious in its simplicity. Somehow, in the back of his mind, Arctic knew that it would not, however, last for long.

Small freedoms were best enjoyed when available. One never knew when they might be snatched away.

The stallion's balls churned, his body working overtime to try to replace what it thought had been spent - oh, the curses of being so productively over-productive in that department! - as the veins stood out on his thick shaft and hefty orbs. Arctic moaned openly, head hanging, and Fluttershy smirked, giving him just the lightest of touches up the length of his shaft: a tease and nothing more.

Arctic whimpered as if she'd struck him, though he bucked and fought to push into the pressure, wanting more even as his body screamed that it couldn't take it. He had to take it. He had to take every last bit of it. The stallion shuddered. He_wanted_ it.

"Does a pet want to cum?" She giggled. "Oh my, I didn't think they'd go this large... You are an interesting pet indeed!"

Arctic moaned and shook his head.

"A pity... I thought you'd be easier to break. You do make it fun for me, don't you, pet?"

But he had nothing to say, his body at her whim and completely and utterly under her control.

"I almost don't think you needed that aphrodisiac, pet..." She murmured, her eyes lidded. "You only needed a push in the right direction. It wouldn't have taken anything at all to get this stallion-cock hard for me now, would it?"

Arctic mumbled around the gag, fighting to talk with it in his mouth.

"Mmmph... No..."

Fluttershy held up a hoof to her ear as his cock pulsed, darkening with blood and raw need.

"What was that? I can't hear you!"

Arctic moaned, tonguing the bit lethargically, his whole body operating on a knife-edge.

"No!" He grunted, ears back and drooling trailing from the corner of his mouth. "No!"

But it was the yes she'd been looking for even if not the one that Arctic had thought would be his redemption. The pony shuddered and moaned as he shot towards climax again, but the Pegasus mare only sealed his cock shut again as his balls worked, expanding with trapped cum as the pony panted and rolled his eyes, coming down from his faux peak, interestingly, like he would have if he'd actually cum in her hooves.

"Curious... I think you might nearly be there, pet. Let me help you along."

Traitorously, his heart leapt, but his release was not to be as she merely trotted off and re-emerged a moment later with a metal ring in her mouth. Carefully, she separated it into two halves and sealed it around the base of his shaft, grunting softly as she exerted effort to get the ring to snap closed again. Although Arctic had never seen a cock ring before, its effect was instantaneous as it applied pressure to his pole, sealing the cum-vein shut.

Arctic groaned, head falling back, mane clinging to his damp, sweaty neck. He swore his balls got larger still at that very moment, pulsing and seeming to visibly shiver with their rising need to release. Part of him thought he had cum already and that it was all one big orgasm that went on and on, but the pain and desperation of his body and, of course, his balls told a different story indeed.

Fluttershy's eyes glinted as she stroked his cock, able to play and toy with it without fear of accidentally pushing him all the way over the edge with the stallion's climax suitably denied. She tugged at the bit, lifting it in his mouth so that speech, if only for a moment, was allowed in the freeing of his thick, fleshy tongue.

"Do you want to cum, pet?"

"Ohhh..." He moaned. "Please... Yes, please, please let me cum!"

Her eyes glinted.

"You'll have to say it then, pet."

And he knew just what she meant. This time, the words leapt to his lips as if they had always meant to be there, only needing a little push in the right direction.

"Please, Mistress Shy, please let me cum." The words rushed from his muzzle, tumbling over one another in their haste to be released. "I'll do anything for you, please just let me cum, Mistress Shy, please, oh please, oh please!"

"That's a good boy."

The mare disappeared into the darkness, leaving him to slump down to the floor; his legs simply couldn't hold him up anymore. His balls were so large by that point that he had to scramble to get his hind hooves beneath him, tail hopelessly raised as he humped and ground and strove for an orgasm that he was starting to lose hope was ever coming. Fluttershy's hoof on his rump would have made him jump if he'd had the energy to do so, but the slick, viscous fluid she smeared beneath his tail was more of a shock than anything else.

Later, he would learn that she was being kind.

"Maybe a bit more of that and, one day, you may be allowed to."

His eyes widened in horror and he tried to whinny, call for help - anything - as she shoved what had to be a cock even larger than his into his tail hole. He didn't want that! Anything but that! He could not tell how big it was, only that it stretched his anal ring out more than any back passage had any right to be stretched. She crammed it into him without care of consideration for his wellbeing and Arctic was forced to take every last inch she fed under his tail, driving it in deep with a low, needy croon herself.

"I'll have to test out that muzzle of yours myself sometime soon, pet. You have no idea how hot this is making me!"

Perhaps he would have had more of an idea if he had had the sense of mind to pay attention to her, but it was his need that ruled him above all else, mingled with salty tears running down his cheeks. Why hadn't she asked what he liked? Why was she only concerned with using him? He'd never ever, not even once, had anything up under his tail! He wasn't like that!

But she didn't care. She didn't care one bit.

"Oh,poor pet," she murmured. "Do - you - not - like - this?"

She punctuated her words with a particularly savage thrust, driving the faux cock deep. Arctic hissed around the gag, drooling copiously.

"That's really too bad... You're going to have a lot more of it, little pet."

Fluttershy entertained herself with his body as his balls grew, keeping his hindquarters lifted from the floor as if they were pillows, thrusting the dildo under his tail as if to mimic the actions of a stallion rutting him. But it was her hooves and muzzle, that wicked flick of her small, neat tongue, that drove him on more and more.

She pinched and smacked his balls, clinching them with small, hard clamps that increased and decreased in pressure with her adjustments, the Pegasus giggling whenever she found a particularly sensitive spot that made him squirm all the more deliciously. His endurance failed before she was done with him and the Pegasus mare grinned deviously as she held up a blue potion to his lips, the vial of liquid bubbling faintly.

"Drink up, pet!" She said in a singsong voice, the voice that should have been of an angel but was far, far from angelic. "This will help!"

Twisting his head away, Arctic moaned and closed his eyes against the sight of her, balls aching, flanks aching - well, everything ached. She wrestled his head back to her with a growl that could have rivalled that supposedly friendly bear of hers, wrenching his muzzle open with a strength that shocked even him.

It was wrong. He wouldn't give in.

She'd have to make him.

"You_will_ drink!" She snapped, eyes intense. "You will not defy me, pet!"

And so his head was forced back, the liquid - Celestia knew what it was! - slipping down his throat as she massaged it, coaxing him to swallow. He gulped, eyes watering as a warm tingle spread through his body, a part of him wanting to do what she willed even as he rebelled and resisted. It was what he was meant to do, wasn't it?

And, still, he wanted to be there, right where he was. It was his place, was it not? Arctic's head drifted, thoughts hazy. Was the potion messing with his mind? Only later would he learn that it was solely his true desires flooding to the surface, need mingling with reality in the most divine of manners.

The toy in his tail hole was swapped for something ridged that ground with devious deliciousness over his prostate with every thrust, potions tipped down his throat to keep his stamina and need, every inch of his coat burning as if lit on fire by Celestia's sun itself. That need grew with every potion too and he could only assume, through an all-consuming haze of raw, passionate lust, that it was a far more potent aphrodisiac than what she had originally given him. But it did the trick and the stallion groaned feebly as he tried to rock back on the toy in his rump, the ridges teasing as she cooed and pumped it into him.

"There you go, pet," she said, flush with praise. "You'll do better when you're broken. But you just need a little help getting there, don't you?"

Twisting his head back and forth, Arctic panted open-mouthed, tongue lolling as the cock worked and drove into his tail hole, tail trying to jerk up as if his body was trying to give her better access. And, little by little, his obedience grew. It was easier, after all, to not think too much about what he was doing, what she was asking - no, ordering - him to do and he told himself, in an attempt to stifle that rebellious corner of his mind, that he was only doing what she wanted because he simply had no nothing choice.

Although he did have a choice. He could have struggled and fought and not given in until every last drop of energy had left his body. He could have screamed for help and thrashed and made it so difficult for her that she would have given up on him, perhaps asking Twilight for a memory spell to take a particularly unpleasant day from his mind. He didn't know if that was even possible, or if other pets she'd dragged down to her basement had suffered similarly, but he did not know that some wicked, dark corner of his being loved what she was doing to him.

But it was wrong. So wrong. Arctic grunted and turned his head as she pushed it to the side, chains clinking musically. It was almost a comfort to know that they were there too, keeping him safe, although Fluttershy had evidently chained him to make sure that he wouldn't want to escape. But he leaned into the bondage as if for reassurance, opening his mouth more willingly to take another potion down his throat - this time a red one that brought fresh life to his limbs and alertness to his mind.

"What a good pet you are..."

Oh, but it made his traitor of a heart leap to hear those words, the stallion whimpering as he obeyed her command to push back onto an even larger dildo, one truly designed to stretch him to his limit. That one he had to think about, panting and whimpering and wondering if she was going to stretch him so much that he simply split open - but his mistress would never have allowed him to come to any harm. He only learned that later, however, and the edge of fear had him twisting and mumbling, trying to form the words that he couldn't do it, couldn't take it, that it was just too big.

Yet she was there, her hoof running down his back as he arched into her, though barely able to move. It was reassuring and terrifying at the same time and Arctic tried to flick his tail, dock pulling, as the toy squeezed its way ever deeper.

"Keep pushing, pet."

He jerked into action instantly, a puppet to the puppeteer's hoof and ground his rear back, only drawn up short by the chains. His balls too stymied his motion but the effort and attempt was there as he bounced helplessly on them, grunting and groaning as she used her hoof too to cram every last inch of the dildo in to the hilt.

"See, I knew you could do it. Mistress is _so_proud of you."

He blushed with misplaced pride and lowered his nose back to the floor, panting heavily as she took advantage of his exhausted submission - it was at least a start - with his rear pushed up in the air. The mare near enough vibrated with the excitement of playing with a new pet, every twitch and shudder of his body bringing her a fresh wave of delight. More and more, she pushed him and pushed herself to a fever pitch, murmuring softly to him as she pounded his tail hole with the thick toy.

It was new. It was divine. It was every bit of what she'd hoped it would be, what she'd hoped he would be for her.

But, eventually, Fluttershy tired of him. The best part of training, after all, was leaving the pet to think about their actions and what became them. The final insult was the vibrator she strapped to his shaft, which buzzed to life on a pulsing cycle, seeming to delight in the torture it could supply him, even as an inanimate object.

Fluttershy blew him a kiss and shook her tail at him, only pausing at the base of the stairs to throw one more snippet back over her shoulder. In her wake, her pet groaned and pleaded, lips fumbling for mumbled words that didn't really mean anything sensible at all. But that was okay. She was sure he'd come around a little more in the morning.

Maybe.

The vibrator switched into overdrive and Arctic whimpered, hips rocking over his vastly overfilled balls. Fluttershy giggled, covering her lips demurely with the tip of a hoof.

"Think about what you can do for me, pet, until I return for you."

Leaving the Pegasus bound, wings strapped down to his back, every last hope of escape dashed, Fluttershy skipped from her basement with a song on her lips, the heady aroma of a lustful mare lingering behind for long after she left.

It was that scent more than the cock ring sealed tight around his shaft that kept him hard and ready into the early hours of the morning and beyond. He never did get to fetch his groceries, humping wantonly against the floor as if that action alone would bring him some manner of relief. The toy filling his tail hole bumped against his prostate every time he moved, only serving to drive him on to ever greater heights of masculine need. Although there was nothing masculine about being bound and abused by a Pegasus mare who anyone would have expected to be as sweetly submissive as anypony.

He guessed he was wrong about that too. Very wrong, in fact.

Arctic moaned and pressed his cheek to the cold floor, chains rattling in the dark while his balls swelled and swelled.

He did not sleep that night.