Kiss It

You lean over on the ground of the stable, planting an earnest kiss of submission onto the foot of the powerful creature above you. It snorts with derisive pleasure as it looks down at your naked body, its hoofprints prominent on your chest. "Back to cleaning." You scramble to get up and grab the brush again as the unicorn raises another, mud-caked hoof.

"You wouldn't know this, pet," The voice in your mind booms, your body shivering at the word your 'companion' just called you. "But the bond between a Ranger and their Companion is one of domination. A psychic link that establishes control and prevents any sort of resistance from the Companion to their Ranger."

Between the focus of cleaning the hoof just right so as not to get kicked again, your mind quickly flashes to a realization that you might not necessarily be supposed to submit to your companion's every whim like this. Following along in your mind, the magical creature pushes that thought right out of your head, filling it with thoughts of your master's hooves and how you need to get back to polishing them, even if you need to finish them off with your tongue.

You both smile contentedly as you get back to scrubbing horse foot for all your worth, accepting the occasional kick and accompanying dirty hoof-print as an adorable trait of your dearest ...master?

"It's likely you might have been able to solidify this link, even control me completely if you had ridden me when we first met." The strong voice in your mind says "but instead, you saw your rightful place as my lesser, you submitted to me."

"B-but that was.." you start to say, trying to explain the helplessness of your situation.

"That's right, you are helpless without me, but don't worry, you'll never have to make your own decisions now that you're my little, human pet." Your crotch burns at the word pet, the idea that your true place is in constant submission to the sentient animal in front of you feeling more and more accurate by the moment.

"Do you know what happens when a Ranger submits to their companion?" the voice once again overtakes your weakened thought processes. "The bond reverses. The Ranger is compelled to adore the Companion and the Companion has complete domination over the Ranger"

"That can't be." you manage say, still scrubbing the hooves of your beloved master thoughts of subservience taking up much of your mind space. "I'm not your pet, I still have free will, the gods wouldn't take that away from me."

The unicorn smirks down at you as you continue cleaning his foot gunk. He pushes his hoof right into one of your breasts, squashing your sensitive nipple and smearing more of his filth onto your naked body as you proclaim your autonomy proudly. "This will be much more fun than I thought" he thinks as he projects a command into your mind.

"Kiss it"

You immediately interrupt your own proclamations to plant long, lovey-dovey kisses onto your horse master's hoof.

"Now back to cleaning but no more brushes, hands and mouth only. and hurry up, we have a long day of adventuring tomorrow."