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Pony for Sale

for Sunkit

by Draconicon

Strike didn't know what to think when his master and monarch told him that he would be sold at the block today. Even the explanation that it was only for a day, that they were doing it to have a little fun and so that the king could raise some extra money for the treasury, still left the unicorn in a state of shock. It had been so unexpected that Sombra had decided to put him up for sale, particularly as possessive as the king had been before. He wondered if he'd done something wrong, or if the king was hiding something from him.

Regardless, the morning had passed quickly, and the guards had come to lead him onto the auction stage. It felt very strange for the unicorn, considering that he hadn't been locked in chains since he'd been brought before the king the first time. Now, they were on his legs again, and a ring was rammed down around his horn, keeping him from being able to use what little magic he had. There was even a strap that kept his tail pulled up, allowing everyone he walked past to see his hole.

Most embarrassingly, he had a sign hanging from his neck displaying just what different bids would get. Twenty bits would get him as a laborer. A hundred would get him as a companion and laborer. A thousand would get him as a...a lover, something that he blushed to think about. Anything over ten thousand bits would get him for anything, and with a possibility of renewal for another day.

Strike wasn't quite sure what would happen, but he hoped that someone would keep the bids low. He wasn't sure that he could take being made into another pony's lover, not at any time, and specifically not now.

He shuffled back and forth as the guards called the auction to order, looking out at the crowd. Surprisingly, there were a large number of ponies not just from the Crystal Kingdom, but also from Canterlot, Ponyville, and a number of other places. He thought that he even saw a few griffons out there, but they were definitely in the minority.

Finally, King Sombra stepped out on the stage, pointing with one hoof towards him. His hissing voice cut out over the crowd.

"Let the auction begin. What am I bid for this slave?"

The word 'slave' wasn't one he expected, and Strike looked away. Considering how often they'd been, well, intimate, he was hoping for something more. He supposed that the king was the king, however, and there was no changing that.

The bids started quite low, almost insultingly so, among those that wanted him for labor. There were even those offering bids of a quarter or half-bit in order to get him for cheap. However, that changed as soon as one of the others called out a bid for a hundred fifty bits, and the number started climbing quickly.

When the number reached nine hundred, Strike started to feel more than a bit nervous. After all, some of the big bidders weren't exactly small ponies, and some weren't even ponies. He blushed as he saw a minotaur take the bid up to a thousand, and worried about just how that would feel, if he was taken home by him. He could already imagine what lay inside the big male's pants, and if it was anywhere near as big as the rest of him -

"Twenty thousand, my good man!"

The upper-class accent cut through the rest of the bidding as clearly as the number had, and all eyes turned to face the speaker, Strike's among them. A pony with silver sunglasses stepped forward and tossed his hair back, clapping his hooves together a few times as some 'staff' ponies came up behind him. They grabbed a large bag of coins in their mouths and threw it onto the stage, the money spilling all over the place, startling even the King with how much there was.

"Such a fabulous model can't go to waste."

Model. That won't be so bad...I think, Strike thought as he was led off the stage by some of the guards.

#

Then again, what did I know?

Strike couldn't believe what the fashion mogul - some pony called Hoity Toity - had put him in. It hadn't looked THAT bad, at first. It was just a piece of cloth that would cling to his flanks, with a couple of places where the designer could clip other things. At least, that's what he had thought it was.

Instead, the cloth had those spots to bind bits of his body so that it was shown off the way that Hoity Toity wanted. His tail was pulled to the side, the hairs framing his cutie mark, while leaving his hole exposed. Another part, reaching around his stomach, was made to snap around his cock and hold it out of his sheath, keeping it from sliding in and keeping it in view for anyone that wanted to look.

The designer made him walk across the room wearing it, repeatedly, and each time Strike could feel the straps digging into him, making his cock harder due to the lack of blood getting out of it. Not to mention the way that he could feel his hole being teased by the gusts of wind from the fans that the designer had set up. It puckered like crazy, and he swore that the photographers that his purchaser had pulled in were focusing exclusively on it as he walked up and down the runway.

By the time that he'd made his fourth walk down the runway, his cock was throbbing and leaking, and it was only because of the chance of it ruining the fabric that Hoity Toity called a break. Strike wanted to collapse, but the fancy pony called him backstage to one of the private rooms, and he had no choice but to go along.

When his purchaser shut the door behind him, Strike was leaning against the wall, panting for breath. Hoity Toity shook his head.

"I suppose you do need a break. You unicorns; you look perfect, but you have absolutely no stamina. Pah! Such a waste."

"S-sorry. I just...don't usually...do this."

"Then what DO you do?"

"Um..."

Strike looked away, but Hoity Toity leaned in, keeping him from getting his head turned too far in any direction.

"Out with it. If I'm going to make you properly fabulous, you need to tell me."

"I, um...I serve as King Sombra's..."

"Yes? Lackey? Bootlicker? What?"

"...Lover..."

"That's it?!"

Strike blinked, particularly as his purchaser started stomping around the room, gesticulating with one front hoof.

"All this embarrassment, and that's all you do? No wonder you have no stamina for walking. I should have simply put you on a breeding post and decked you out. Perhaps you would have stayed up with a post up your rump."

The blush that burned on Strike's face was telling enough, and Hoity Toity let out a groan as he turned around. The fancy pony shook his head.

"No, no, I will not be so crass. It is beneath me."

"I...I'm sorry -"

"Stop apologizing. We will make you fabulous."

Hoity Toity smiled.

"We'll just have to be clever about it."

#

Strike rather wished that they'd stuck with the original idea, since at least that hadn't involved him wearing lingerie down the stage in front of a great deal of ponies. The unicorn blushed behind the curtain, looking out at everyone that had gathered together at the club, and then looked back over his shoulder.

He was barely wearing anything, aside from a set of sheer fishnet stockings that ran up his hind-legs and over his rump. The way that they clung to him even spread his rump apart, showing off his hole, and the plug that was in it. He blushed, knowing that it was measured from Hoity's cock, and particularly of the sign that hung over him. He glanced up, reading it.

Hoity Toity's Apparel: Even Making Sluts Look Good.

The simple humiliation was beyond what he'd expected of the designer, and beyond what he thought he could take tonight. As it was, he wasn't just the first person to go down the runway, but also the last, and he didn't even want to think about the 'costume' that was prepared for him for that run. This one was bad enough, but that one...he shuddered as he contemplated it.

Suddenly, Hoity was behind him, and he jumped as he felt a hoof on his back.

"There you are. Looks like you're all properly outfitted. I believe this should keep you very energetic, what with your background and all."

"I'll try, Mister Toity."

"Good man. Now get trotting out there, and make sure that everyone sees my logo on you. Go on, go on."

With a smack to his flank, Strike was out and moving. He stomped down the runway, his cheeks burning bright red as he felt all those eyes on him. They were in the middle of Canterlot's red district, and he knew that there were more than a few males in the audience that were looking at him with other ideas than fashion on their minds.

He made his way to the end of it, pausing and throwing out his hips the way that Hoity Toity had told him, and he blushed as he felt the toy inside of him sliding out. He knew that King Sombra had left him loose, but he hadn't thought it would be quite that loose. Thinking quickly, he threw his ass up in the air and kicked, and gravity brought the toy back down inside of him, along with the sign.

Of course, that also rather left him with his cock thrown out for the audience to see as well, and he blushed as he came back down on all fours. There were a lot of mutterings around the crowd, and all of them revolved around either Hoity Toity or 'that stallion's bits' that they'd just seen.

His face was bright red when he got backstage again, and the actual models smirked at him as they walked towards their place in line. They knew who was really in power, and who was just the 'star' of the moment. They were dressed to the nines, and were all much classier in dress than him, though still quite erotic.

Strike walked back to his purchaser, who already had the other outfit on a hanger. Or rather, the piece of an outfit.

"You have to be kidding..."

"Nope. Now go get the ring and bridle on; I have to outfit your 'handler' still."

Fabulous...just fabulous.

The End