You snatch her by the neck with your teeth and slam her down onto the thick puddle of vaginal spray she left on the ground. You growl in her ear,
"Did I tell you that you could cum? Did I?"
She sniffled, and you smear her face with her own musky fluids. She was on the brink of breaking down right here in front of everyone, and you relished every moment of her desperation, every little whimper that she lets out only gets you wetter. You push her down again, nearly breaking her nose on the ground, and repeat yourself,
"Did I say you could cum? Answer me you little fuckslut!"
She sobs, and shakes her head. Not a good enough answer.
You slam her down again, and smack her in the ribs with your free hoof. She cries out, choking on her humiliation and pain,
"No mithtreth. You didn't tell me to cum."
"You're damn right I didn't you little whore, you little fucking whore. What are you, rutting? Is that in, you in heat? No, I bet if you were in heat you'd be fucking my leg right now. You have no fucking self control, no dignity. You sick little animal, just fucking constantly. Clean this up!"
You pound her muzzle back into the ground, and she starts obediently licking the ground. She's learning so fast, what a great little whore pet she's turning out to be.
You've drawn quite the crowd by now, of course, even in this quaint little town some ponies can't pass up the alluring call of a good old fashioned act of public indecency. All around you, stallions are jerking off, and a few mares are clopping their hearts out while watching you and your pet. Most parents, if they did get near your little show, have whisked their children their children far away, but there is, oddly enough, one filly who seems to be watching. A little yellow one with a bouncy red mane and a big red bow on her head. She's watching your whore with quite a bit of interest.
"Twist, is that you?" She finally says.
You nearly forgot that was your pet's name. You were so used to calling her slut or cunt or bitch, you know, the usual.
Twist looks up, horrified, and mutters, "Applebloom?"
Oh this is too perfect, simply too perfect, you can't believe your luck! You get to humiliate Twist in front of someone she knows and recognizes! Oh sweet Celestia, your mind is aflutter with the incredible possibilities. With a smirk, you decide that you're going to...
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