Stallion Panty Prisoner
Chapter 1: Introductions
By: Blobskin

Contains: mlp, micro human, slavery, fem-boy
Version: 1.1

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The chain of events that led to Gerek becoming so familiar with the inside of boxes seemed surreal. So unbelievable. It was hard for even him to follow and he had been the one to experience it.

It started with borrowing a significant amount of money from some not very nice people. Then losing all that money on a doomed small business venture. His failure was next followed with threats, some verbal and some physical. Keeping his loan shark waiting ended with them kidnapping him and beating him. Once they realized there was no way Gerek could ever pay what he owed, they found a [i]different[/i] means of getting their money back.

They sold him into Equestria's human slave market.

They got their money and Gerek disappeared through the portal into the world of giant equines.

Ponies were far larger than humans. The width of a pony's hoof was twice his height. They towered over him as he was passed around the slave market with his fellow captives. They were given subpar food and water, and even allowed cold baths, as they waited to be forcibly moved. Levitated around by unicorns. Weighed on scales multiple times. Threatened with being crushed if they didn't "get back in the box". Gerek had thought about calling their obvious bluff. He was a slave, valuable property, right? He was so glad someone else had tried first. Some Mexican chick with one hell of a mouth. She instantly vanished under a hoof with a sickening crunch. A short time after that Gerek learned why their masters were so easily provoked to dispose of them. When ponies bought people from Earth the human sellers were usually paid a pile of gold. To the ponies however, that was only a bit or two. A human was worth about as much as a single fill of a salt shaker. So if a slave was being mouthy or rebellious, a pony could toss their mangled corpse aside with a shrug. It was a minuscule loss to the bottom line.

Gerek met some interesting people in those weeks of captivity. Telling stories, really just complaining to each other, was about the only thing they could do while they waited for their ultimate fate. Not to say they couldn't try escaping or speculate endlessly about what would happen to them, but few wanted to do either of those things unless they were a panicking newcomer. Most quickly figured out the best way to burn time was to simply sit down and talk.

The fear and hopelessness was so constant everyone rapidly became bored with it. A strange turn Gerek hadn't expected. Tedious terror.

Finally, Gerek arrived at his next-to-final destination. A store, though the man wasn't sure what kind. The owner was gentler than many before him when he lowered Gerek into yet another box, but the pony only bought him. Since coming to Equestria it was the first time Gerek was ever left alone. It felt strange not to be surrounded by the constant chatter of a hundred other humans. It was a much smaller container too and the surfaces were hard and smooth like plastic rather than the rough wooden crates he'd been carried in until now. At least he had a blanket to sleep on. By this point Gerek was truly sick of the various hooves he'd been traded and sold between. The human slave market in Equestria was still young and messy it seemed. Lots of middlemen and transportation problems.

He was fed and got a bath. And a promise that he would be going to his final home soon. Gerek wasn't sure whether he should be relieved or scared. The man was emotionally spent. Too much time had passed. Too much had happened to him. So he obediently sat in the corner and waited. Until the box opened again and he saw his owner for the foreseeable future.



Gerek was levitated out of the box and carefully placed on some kind of bright red cloth. Above him were two ponies. One was the store owner. A green unicorn with a black mane he kept short and neatly combed. The new stallion was another unicorn, but his fur was pure white and he had a golden mane. He was a little on the slim side too, typical for a unicorn. He was also wearing a large pair of sunglasses that acted like a mirror when his huge head stooped down to hover over Gerek. The human fell back and gaped at his reflection in those wide lenses. More like the polished windows of a skyscraper. The stallion smirked.

"Male?" the white unicorn asked. Hot breath engulfed Gerek and blew his hair back.

"Yes sir, as you requested," the owner replied dutifully.

The pale stallion straightened so he could speak to the owner properly. "Price?"

"349 bits."

He whistled. "That's pretty steep, don't you think? It's only one human."

The owner chuckled. "I don't regularly deal in humans and it was a special request." The owner glanced about his store for a moment before leaning forward and continuing more quietly. "And I want compensation for the risk I'm taking. If either of us were to 'talk' things could get complicated, understood?" he asked while raising a brow.

"Alright alright, I'll pay it," the pony in shades relented with a placating wave of his hoof. "I just wanted to voice how hurt I feel that you, [i]my best friend in the whole world[/i], would charge me so much. I thought you were doing me a favor is all."

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes. "Just give me the bits."

The white stallion snorted, pulled out a heavy bag, and began counting coins.

Meanwhile, the owner had a question. "So what are you going to do with him? Kind of an unusual request to make of a business like mine. So I can only guess..."

The buyer paused and slowly met the shop owner's gaze. It was subtle, but even Gerek could sense the warning glare behind those shades. Though the white unicorn didn't say anything, the message was clear. [i]Mind your own business.[/i]

The shop owner bristled and cleared his throat. "Just curious was all."

Gerek was paid for and then stuffed in the smallest container he'd been in yet. It was a little cloth bag that forced the man to curl against its velvet walls. It was overly hot and the ride bounced wildly from wherever it hung on the stallion who bought him. In moments Gerek felt queasy from all the shaking and was incredibly disoriented. When he was shipped around with the other humans they could hardly tell the difference from when they were moving from when they were stationary. The only clues were the sounds that came through the walls and the almost completely ignorable vibrations in the floor. This was very different and it was awful. How long could it go on for?

"Hey Chad!" a booming voice called from somewhere far away.

At once the cloth sack Gerek was trapped in settled. The human sighed with relief, his tense muscles practically melting. Someone had stopped the pony carrying him in order to talk. A moment of peace.

"Yo Castle!" the voice of the white stallion cried back.

There was a sound of clopping hooves and then a loud click as the cloth bag swung once or twice mildly. Did they just tap hooves? A pony greeting?

"What you up to Chad?" the unfamiliar voice asked.

"Just cruising," the white stallion replied very casually. "Actually just heading home for a little R and R."

"You're not going to the beach today? Dude, the babes are dying for a peace of you. It's summer man!"

The white stallion huffed. "You take 'em. I've got other plans for the afternoon."

"Plans that don't involve Golden Lock's oiled flanks?" the mystery pony asked with disbelief.

"Believe it or not, I am capable of having interests other than hot mares during a volleyball match."

"Hot stallions during a volleyball match?" the pony teased.

The white unicorn grumbled. "You know what I meant, dick."

There was some chuckling. "Well, I expect to see you at the club tomorrow at least."

"Deal. I'm always up for another chance to show off my moves."

"Yeah yeah, whatever dude."

There was another click like two hooves colliding and then Gerek's ride was moving again. The human groaned. Had he learned anything just now? Did it matter? Whatever.



The bag Gerek was trapped in was put down. Not tossed, but not gently lowered either. The care was somewhere in-between. Was his owner a caring pony looking for an exotic pet or a cruel master who saw humans as mere toys? The man couldn't tell yet. So even as he heard the stallion's hooves exit the room, Gerek didn't try to free himself. The human might have been alone and it might have been a prime chance to make an escape, but he saw two good reasons not to even attempt it.

First, the sack had a drawstring that had been pulled tight. What were the chances he could even get out of this bag by himself? And he had no idea how much time he would get to fight with it too. What if the stallion came back while he was still struggling? It could get ugly. Second, where would he go once he got loose? Gerek was stranded in the pony world. Assuming he could slip out of what he presumed was his owner's house, even getting a passing pony's attention would be difficult and dangerous.

So he decided to wait obediently.

Gerek sat alone in that darkness for a minute or two, just sweating and breathing. Then he heard the sound of approaching hooves. Was that a wood floor? It was hard to figure out what he was even hearing, but those repetitive crashes getting louder and louder was a sure sign the stallion was back. Gerek's heart raced when it seemed like the thundering couldn't get any stronger. Then... silence. For a few seconds the only sound was his own lungs expanding and contracting.

There was a tinkling like wind chimes and suddenly his world lurched into motion. One side of the bag was pulled upward and Gerek rolled to the opposite end. This was followed by a whooshing noise, then the sack flipped over and the human was in free fall. He yelped, plummeting out of the bag and onto a cushioned surface below. He grunted from the impact and quickly pushed himself up. The man's head darted from side-to-side as he took in his new surroundings.

He was on a bed if the blue sheets, distant pillow, and the cliff of a headboard were any hint. The walls of the room were pretty bare except for the poster for some pony rock band and the window covered by heavy curtains. Then Gerek turned around to see the rest of the room and was reminded that his new owner was here. A white unicorn with a blonde mane that ran down to his shoulders. A bit long for a stallion, but far from the draping locks mares usually had. He also sported an angular jaw, thin brows, and of course the overly large eyes all ponies shared. Gerek's owner was currently stooped so his head wasn't very far away, but it was definitely big enough to fill a coffee shop back on Earth. The stallion was studying him. The human gaped up at him in return. Equestrians were huge. The pony snorted with amusement and smirked.

"Alright," the stallion began coolly. "I really don't like beating around the bush, so we're going to settle in together quick. Any questions? Concerns? Smart aleck remarks?" The pony paused for a moment and raised a brow at the man. Gerek shook his head fearfully. The unicorn nodded. "Good. First, I'm Chad. What's your name?"

It was funny, after over a month in the pony world and despite how many had handled him, no one had ever asked him his name. It felt unusually considerate. "My name is Gerek."

"Nice to meet you Gerek," the unicorn grinned. "Now, I own you. That means you have to do whatever I tell you to do. Got that?" Gerek nodded, his hope for a kind master wavering slightly. "Good. But let's be clear about one thing: I don't [i]want[/i] to hurt you. Okay?"

Gerek swallowed and dared to ask a question. "Will you though?"

The stallion hesitated. He looked away and chewed his lip. "Maybe," he admitted slowly. Then he faced the little human again more sternly. "If you refuse to do what I want than I might have to get pushy. Alright?"

Gerek rubbed his arms nervously. "What do you want from me then?"

For a moment the stallion simply stared at him. Gerek felt very uncomfortable, like he'd done something wrong. Was Chad mad already? Why wasn't he saying anything? Then the human noticed it. The big unicorn was starting to... blush? The man was confused. Why? The stallion's eyes darted to the floor and Gerek could hear a scuffing noise. Chad licked his lips and took a deep breath.

"Gerek, right? See, I bought you because..." the pony's words immediately petered out. Then he stood there awkwardly once more.

"Yes?" the human tried.

The stallion shook his head and gathered his confidence. "I have..." then he faltered again. He sighed and glanced at the floor. Then the pony did something Gerek never could have anticipated.

Chad folded his legs beneath himself and laid down. Next he dropped his muzzle onto the surface of the mattress a short distance in front of Gerek. The unicorn's nose was about as tall as the human, but now the man didn't have to bend backwards just to make eye contact.

"Gerek," Chad began quietly, "I have a confession to make."

"Okay," the human replied, unsure where this could be going.

"See, all my friends think I'm cool and... tough. That I'm a total bro. You know? But I have... [i]interests[/i]... that aren't cool. That I can't let anypony know about. Which is a bit of a problem because I can't satisfy my fetishes without another pony's help, right?" he explained sadly.

It felt like the beginning of an unexpected heart-to-heart. It was touching. Then Gerek latched onto one word as soon as it left the huge stallion's lips. "Fetish?" he asked nervously.

Chad's ears pinned. "Yeah. I can't ask another pony. I could never share it with somepony else. But... you're not a pony. You're a human and you don't know me. You don't have big expectations of me and if you call me weird it doesn't matter." He was starting to smile and that made Gerek edgy. "You also can't really refuse, because you're so small. I can force you to be my partner!" Chad was grinning now and the human was horrified.

Gerek stepped back. "W-what are you going to do to me? You said you didn't want to hurt me."

The stallion blinked, seeming to come back to himself and the conversation. "Hey, I'm not trying to scare you and I was tellin' the truth. I really don't want to hurt you."

Gerek stumbled back a few more steps. "B-but I'm not gay!"

Chad stared at him silently for a moment. "Sorry. If it makes you feel better, it's not like I plan to stick my dick in your ass. I have something very different in mind."

Gerek gaped in disgust. "No, that doesn't make me feel any better at all!"

The stallion winced. "Well... there isn't much I can do about that. So here is the deal. If you play my games I'll make sure you live an easy, comfortable life. Does that sound good?"

Gerek's mouth opened and closed a few times. "Except for the whole gay thing!" he cried. "How can I be 'comfortable' when I'm just... a toy?"

Chad sighed and his eyelids lowered in disappointment. "Food, clothes, shelter, the works. I'll give you whatever you want. Except freedom, so don't go making a smartass demand like that. And it's not like I'm going to be playing with you [i]every[/i] day," the unicorn mumbled.

Gerek cringed. The offer was probably the best a tiny human slave stranded in the pony world could hope for. Safety was the man's biggest concern. How many casual murders had he witnessed up until now? "And I'll be safe? You [i]truly[/i] don't plan to hurt me?"

Chad's ears perked hopefully. "I promise. Take care of me and I'll take care of you."

The way the stallion worded it made Gerek shiver. But what other choice did he have? Keep refusing and be tortured until he surrendered? "W-what kind... of games?" It was hard to even ask.

Chad blushed and his eyes quickly darted away from the little human. "Well you see..." The unicorn gulped. "I want to... dress up like a mare."

Gerek froze and he swore he heard a window smash somewhere. "What?"

Chad focused on the small man, his face red with embarrassment. "I want to wear... perfume. And skirts. And... panties. And I want somepony to... see."

Gerek was blushing too now. This was so weird. "You want to dress up and just... show me?"

Chad's lips tightened and he might have nodded. He couldn't move his head that much with his chin resting on the bed.

Gerek rubbed his forehead. He could feel the pony watching him, waiting for his response, but what could he say to that kind of request? It was beyond absurd. No wonder the stallion felt so awkward about it. Gerek struggled to even wrap his mind around it. He had to think. Part of him considered that this might actually be really easy. If all Chad wanted was someone to look. However, the man knew better than to assume it could be that simple.

"Chad?" Gerek began.

"Yes?"

"You just want me to see you? Dressed as a... mare?"

"Not... exactly," Chad admitted. "I want you to watch me dress. I want you to watch me strip. I want to give you a lap dance and I want to smother you with my panty covered balls. I want you to touch me," he described huskily, his breath seeming to get hotter with every word.

Gerek cringed. "Is that... all?"

Chad sounded like he was drifting into his fantasy. "There's one more thing. I want you to call me... a mare. Call me... 'your' mare." The stallion grinned lustfully.

Gerek's skin crawled. He felt sick. This was disgusting. He wanted nothing to do with this crazed pony's fetish. However, when the man glanced around the room looking for an idea or for a means of escape, he could only come to one conclusion: he had no real choice. Play along or be punished and forced to play anyway. Gerek couldn't see a way out of this unless he could somehow convince Chad to give up the whole fantasy. But one look at the bedroom eyes the giant stallion was currently shooting his way convinced him that was an impossible task.

Gerek bit back his revulsion. He didn't want to play with this pony, but he also didn't like pain and he definitely didn't want to die. "Fine," the man said regretfully. "I'll do it. Just... remember your promise Chad. You said you would keep me comfortable and that you wouldn't hurt me as long as I helped you."

Chad's smile threatened to split his face. "I will, don't worry."

Gerek sighed and his shoulders slumped. "How did I get here?" he whispered to himself. The unicorn didn't seem to hear him.

"So what do you say we start now?" Chad asked excitedly.

Gerek's head shot up and he stared back at the pony. "I just got here though," he tried pointing out.

"Oh come on, one quick bit? Just to get you settled in?"

The man swallowed. Gerek knew he was doomed. "Please, be gentle."

Chad smiled. "Don't worry honey. Just let your [i]mare[/i] do [i]all[/i] the work."

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[i]Author's Note:

Was it a good idea to break this into two parts? Eh. I figure someone will find the teasing description fun enough, if you know what I mean. The only problem I have with this story is how cringey it comes across. I don't intend that, but I'm not sure how to address it. Is the whole thing not super awkward? Maybe I just don't have the imagination to do a story like this justice. Oh well.

Also, this story was a bitch to edit. My typical rule is that I don't post something until I can read through the whole thing one time without finding something I should change. I don't even know how many times I've read this and just how many little changes have been made since the first draft.[/i]