I want to be your

"I want to become your ****," you tell him.

"What do you mean, sweet ass?" he asks.

"I'm weirdly attracted to the people who treat me roughly. And pushing me over was rough," you tell him, scratching your head.

"So... I'm basically one of those types," you add after thirty seconds of silence.

"Take a sip from the gas," he says, handing some sort of a grenade in front you. He presses a button, and white smoke starts to get out of the casing. Fearful you take a breath, then you collapse on the ground like a log.

It turns out that the man wanted a pony ****.

You are kept most of the time in a cage. You are only allowed to wear your pony gear once outside of it. You had to practice every day for hours, both when you were in her ship and when you were at her home on a remote planet.

You were deprived of orgasms for the most part. He used you frequently. But it was either your ass or your mouth. When you got rewarded, he did it because you achieved something. Winning one of the races or breaking one of your personal records.

At first you rejected this lifestyle. However the absence of choice made wonders, and with time you fell in love with it.

BAD OUTCOME: PONY ****