>You are Stellar Flare and your master needs some work.
>You knew as soon as he picked you out at the slave auction that he was a young man with potential - REAL potential - but he chose not to use it. Wasted it, even.
>Smart and decent-looking for a human, but far too passive, letting golden chances slip by without even a whisper of protest, not a single plan for the future.
>Just coasting.
>It’s a story you’re all too familiar with.
>Slavery isn’t at all like you thought it would be, but maybe that’s just because you have a good master. You’re treated like a very expensive pet - which you are - and you’ve spent the last 6 months picking up after a 25 year old man, making his meals, and doing his laundry.
>Basically being a mother again.
>Playing mommy isn’t exactly how you wanted to spend the rest of your life.
>It’s not horrific or anything, but... You need more. You’ve always been a mare with a project, striving to improve whatever is around you so that it can reach its full potential.
>And what’s around you right now is a young man who needs a swift kick in the pants to get his life in order.
>Late at night when he’s had a little too much to drink he’ll talk about quitting his day job as a corporate schmuck where he does something with computers and fantasize out loud about starting his own tech company. Where HE would be boss. Where HE would make the rules.
>Plenty of times you’ve told him that he should, that he COULD, but he just waves his hand dismissively and laughs it off.
>Coward.
>How are you supposed to succeed if you never take the chance? Never try?
>You’ve had enough of his apathy and his contentment to just slide through life without any sort of plan. You know he can be more.
>And you can make him that way.
>The idea has been bouncing around your head for awhile now, but you’ve had to think carefully on how to implement it. Your position is tenuous after all, and if you push him too far things could end disastrously. If you’re too heavy-hoofed he’ll retreat and push back at whatever you’re trying to, ahem… persuade... him to do.
>But you’re confident in your feminine wiles.
>In all honesty, you’re surprised that he hasn’t come onto you sooner. You know you’re hot shit and it’s almost insulting that he hasn’t demanded a blowjob or slapped your sumptuous rump as you walk past yet.
>Does he think you were just given this body without countless hours at the Sire’s Hollow gym?!
>Although watching him nonchalantly trying to conceal a hard-on while you’re laying across his lap on the couch at night is at least a little bit endearing.
>You can make this work.
>With a deep breath to settle any last jangling nerves, you trot into the living room from the kitchen and approach your master, bobbed auburn tail held pert.
>He doesn’t know what that means, but he will soon.
>“Hey Stellar.”
>His eyes are glued to the television, following the actors fighting their way across the screen. You’ve both finished up dinner and now it’s time for the post-meal Netflix binge watching routine.
“Hello dearest,” you croon in velvet tones, hopping up and settling into your usual place on the couch. “Was dinner satisfying?”
>“Mmhmm. That marinade was wicked good - thanks.”
>You chuckle and gently rest a hoof on his thigh.
“You seemed to be STARVING. I didn’t even get to ask how work was today!”
>“Same old same old. You know. My supervisor is going on vacation next week so it’ll be nice to get him off my back a bit.”
>He takes a sip from the beer can on the side table, eyes still on the screen.
>With a sympathetic nod you wiggle closer to him so that your forelegs drape over one thigh. It’s unsubtle, but sometimes men - and stallions - need the equivalent of an emotional brick chucked at their head to understand what you’re trying to say.
“So with Bill gone will that put you in charge?”
>“Temporarily yeah.”
“Wonderful!”
>He shoots a look your way that you ignore.
>“You know I’m not really an upper management kinda guy.”
>You scooch even closer until your chest is pressed against the side of the same thigh your forelegs are laying across.
“I know, I know… But won’t it feel nice to be out from underneath somepony else’s hoof, er… Hand?”
>“Thumb,” he laughs, “It’s ‘under your thumb’ here.”
“Right, right, yes. Answer the question, honey.”
>He sighs.
>“Obviously it’s nice to run on my own schedule and not to report to some asshole with a potbelly and a limp dick. I know where this conversation is going, Stellar…”
“Do you?”
>You start tracing long, slow circles with the tip of your hoof along the inside of the opposite thigh you’re laying on.
>Your master inhales sharply through his nose and you see goosebumps raise up all down his arms.
>“Y-yeah. I don’t want to start my own company now. I’ve told you this like a hundred times.”
“I know, but I feel like you just haven’t thought about how-”
>You draw your hoof closer to his crotch for a moment.
“-rewarding it could be.”
>His cock twitches to life and you hold back a victorious smile, feigning innocence. Why did you ever doubt yourself?
“I just want the best for you; want you to be the best you can possibly be.”
>He responds by nudging you off his thigh and crossing his legs to crush the rising boner.
>“You’ve said that before, but I’m fine with where I’m at right now. Really.”
>He’s being too polite about this; you press on.
“But Master… You could do so much better! You have so much potential - why waste it on this lousy company? They don’t treat you how you SHOULD be treated - how you DESERVE to be treated.”
>As you say this, you use a hoof to gently pry his legs back apart and press your fluffy orange chest deeply against his thigh, lifting your rump at the same time.
>This time he doesn’t protest.
>He’s giving you a wide eyed look with an eyebrow raised in an ‘are we really doing this?’ kind of way that you pretend to ignore as you lithely clamber into his lap.
>You have to stifle a giggle; oh Celestia, this is SO happening.
>On one hoof, you know that this could be a useful way to motivate your master, but on the other hoof…
>You haven’t been dicked down in over a year.
>You deserve this.
“Honey, look,”
>You cup your white-socked hooves around his face as you carefully lower your backside onto his lap, looking deeply into his confused eyes.
“You are smart. You are capable. You are galaxies ahead of any of those losers who you work with. We just need to get your motivation going so that you can unlock your full potential and I think… I can help with that…”
>As you murmur this into his ear, sending shivers down his spine, you slowly grind your dampening slit backwards against his cock.
>Your master gasps almost imperceptibly, still trying to convince himself he’s not totally turned on by the fact that he’s about to fuck his sexy slave pony.
>Or more like she’s about to fuck him.
>Semantics. Whatever.
>With a little sigh of excitement you let your full weight fall onto his crotch, slowly lifting, rubbing, and grinding your marehood against the denim jeans, the fabric being the only barrier between the real excitement about to come.
>Master is biting his lip to try and contain a moan, but you’re tired of him holding back.
“Sweetie, don’t keep it in; it’s okay. Let it out. We’re trying to do the opposite of holding back here - it’s simply not good for you.”
>Dazed, he nods, but doesn’t let himself get carried away yet. He’s still on guard.
>You wiggle backwards so that your hind hooves are touching the floor again and you press your muzzle between his legs, inhaling deeply. The scent of precum makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up in anticipation and you eagerly take in another whiff before grasping the pants zipper between your teeth.
>With a downwards tug his cock is mostly freed. Some fumbling with your hooves around his underwear earns you a chuckle and some help from hands with fingers.
>Damn clumsy hooves.
>Finally he’s out; hard and quivering, with a cute happy trail of dark hair leading up to his naval.
>Delicious. Your eyes are round with delight.
>Without a second thought you’re kissing him up and down his shaft, gently nibbling at his cock with your velvety horse lips. You tease him with tiny licks here and there, looking up to judge your master’s reaction; you are a little rusty at this after all.
>He seems pleased enough, letting a low moan slip through gritted teeth.
>Good.
>Carefully, you take the head into your mouth, surprised it isn’t flared like the stallions you’re used to. That and the relative size of it means that a blowjob is a comparative breeze.
>You take all of him into your mouth, dragging your tongue along the underside of his warm cock and flicking it against his balls until he lets out another moan. You can’t help but giggle around him and the vibrations send him twitching into bliss.
>You ease off.
“You like that?”
>“Uh-huh.”
“You want more?”
>“Yyyes?”
“Say it like you mean it! Come on now, what is this lameass ‘yyyes?’ you’re giving me? Man up!”
>For a second he seems surprised by your outburst, but the raging hormones and the promise of horse pussy are clearly speaking louder to him than any sort of thought of dignity.
>“Give it, Stellar.”
>You grin.
“That’s better. Take what you want; what you deserve.”
>He lifts you from up off the floor and dumps you face down onto the couch, grabbing your tail and pulling it up hard so that your dripping marehood is suddenly in full view.
>Now it’s your turn to gasp.
>You can’t help but wink unabashedly, wincing at the slight pain from your tail being pulled like that.
>It’s a good pain though.
>Your master hesitates for a moment, trying to decide if this new role suits him, but you egg him on to keep him from really thinking this through.
“Are you waiting for me to get any younger? ‘Cause it’s not happening, sunshine.”
>You haven’t even finished speaking before he plows into you, tickling your insides and causing stars to spin across your vision.
>Oh Celestia, YES.
>Your eyelids flutter as he continues to rut into you, growling and panting, the wild animal in him finally FINALLY starting to emerge.
>His youthful vigor is certainly a turn on and you let yourself relax around him, letting out your own little squeals of excitement and moans of pleasure.
>It’s certainly longer than any stallion has lasted with you and you have to say it’s a newfound dirty delight.
“H-harder, Master.”
>He obliges, but leans down to kiss you roughly, his warm tongue probing into your mouth; you respond with equal eagerness, playing back with your own tongue.
>Letting you know that he’s choosing to give you want you want because it pleases him, not because he takes orders from a mare.
>Suddenly, he grabs a fistful of your mane and yanks it aside, sending you rolling onto your side instead of on your belly. He pulls his slicked up cock out, flips you onto your belly and dives right back in, fingers digging into the soft skin of your flanks.
>The increased speed of his thrusting and the look of ecstasy on his face let you know he’s getting close.
“Do it," you breathe.
>“I will,” he snaps back raggedly, eyes opening for a brief moment to give you a glare.
>You shiver in anticipation at the thought of being filled with rope after rope of hot cum, feeling your own orgasm building rapidly in excitement.
>With a groan he gives you a final shove, but instead of emptying himself into you, he pulls out, spraying his semen across your face and chest.
>You gape and squeeze your eyes shut, stunned and feeling robbed of a yummy cum-filled cunt.
"What was that?!?" you choke, wiping the dripping liquid from your eyes as your own orgasm dies inside you.
>"Just doing what I deserve, Stellar."
>Touche.
"Smart ass."