Fp/F C ***

You lay down to get some sleep, perhaps even to dream of something erotic and kinky. You once had a dream that you were wrapped in saran wrap, dropped in a box full of packing peanuts, and shipped to Egypt to join a harem. Another time, you had a dream of being turned into a store mannequin and being disassembled and reassembled over and over.

You just wish, for once, you're impossible fantasies could come true. Something truly shocking, and cheaper than the nights you spend once a month at a local dominatrix’s house.

Suddenly a pony appears.

You don’t question how you know it’s a pony, and not a horse or a mule. Instead, you’re just grateful to have a new friend. Besides, it’s colored teal with yellow hair. Normal horses don’t look that way, and you don’t know why you’re still incoherently remembering a two-week old argument on the internet.

“Hi, I’m Lightning Dust, and I’m here to fuck you.”

“Um. . . okay, how do we get started?” you ask.

“I. . . wait, you mean, you want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? It sounds like fun, and besides, I ran out of AA batteries.”

“Oh, alright. Then I just need you to put this on, bitch.”

Lightning Dust throws you a large rubber gag. It’s shaped to inflate outwards and prevent you from biting your tongue or cheeks. It’s shaped vaguely like a butterfly.

You place the gag in your mouth, inflating it up on yourself a little. You strap it around your head tightly, before inflating it some more. Realizing you’re still in your pajamas, you slide them off and present yourself to Dust, spread eagle.

“Sweet, usually I have to zap them a few times to make it to this stage,” she says. “Well, let’s get started, shall we?”

Dust flies up over your head, landing with her pussy in your face. You reach up to push her off, when she sends a jolt of electricity through your body. You’re stunned for a brief moment after trying to shove her off, deciding that this isn’t some wild fantasy dream, and that you’d rather not get electrically raped.

She begins rubbing her snatch back and forth across your nose. Some of her juices are already finding their way into your nose and it’s getting difficult to breathe. You try to push her off a little more gently this time, and you motion her towards your closet. Dust seems to take the hint.

“Oh, you want some foreplay or something right?” She flies over to the closet and opens it and begins tearing the clothes off the hangers.

You walk over to help her out, pulling down several boxes of bondage gear and electric toys. Already the taste of the rubber gag in your mouth has you wet with anticipation.

“Awesome, let’s go!” Dust shouts. She starts to drag you towards the bed. You’re about to take the gag off to tell her to slow down, there is no need to rush. She interprets this as an escape attempt and fries you with bolt of lightning.

You land back on the bed, twitching, and smiling through the gag. She seems to have great control over the amount of current she delivers to you.

Dust jumps on top of you and sees you’re still awake. “Oh, you must play with electricity a lot. Here, this ought to do the trick.”

You hear a loud crack and smell something akin to blood before blacking out.

You come to on your bed, right where Dust left you. Both of your wrists are sore and you try to pull them towards you to examine them. They’re being held apart, wide above your head, by what feels like a spreader bar. You had forgotten you even had spreader bars, as you haven’t had a boyfriend who enjoyed it when you played rough for a while.

The spreader bar seemed chained to the wall. You tugged sharply on it, and felt electricity tear through your right arm and down, out your left leg. Unlike with the pony, this was quite painful. It was a larger charge than any of your toys, yet if she’d plugged you directly into an outlet the circuit breaker would have flipped.

“Oh, I see you found the—what do you call it?—Car battery! I’m quite the electrician back where I come from,” Dust explains. She flies over and lowers her muzzle down next to your ear. “I also have quite the libido.”

“Wha you doin?” you mumble. You realize she’s removed the butterfly gag and given you a metal ring gag.

“Oh, I’m just getting your motor running. And with that new gag, maybe this time you can do a more convincing job! If you do, I’ll make it worth your while, human.”

Dust plops her plot back down on your face. This time she’s able to line her pussy up to your mouth. You feel her lips quivering against yours, and you stick your tongue out. You do your best to lap at her folds as she grinds against your face. Each time your tongue enters her pussy, you feel a small shock like licking a nine-volt battery. You probe around the rest of her sex, finding that each part carries a different charge. The clit in particular is enjoyable, sending a tickling sensation down your spine when you lick at it.

You stick your tongue back into her pussy, seeing how deep you can get it. Both of your lungs are starting to burn from lack of air, so you tilt your head back to get some distance for a breath. This drives your tongue further in against the walls of her pussy. No sooner have you taken a breath, then you feel another jolt go through your body. It’s stronger, but Dust is still keeping it in check as her rhythm of breathing and grinding on your face increases it’s pace.

You try to bend your knees to fix some of the discomfort. As you pull them close you can feel they are also hooked to a spreader bar. You’re trapped there spread eagle by the two spreader bars, and hear a clinking sound. As your legs pulled up to relieve the strain on your knees, you triggered the car battery again.

This time the shock feels worse. It courses through your chest, causing you to bite down on part of Dust’s marehood. She was so close to the edge that the electric shock and the sensation of pain from your bite sends her over the edge.

She pushes her snatch down on your face as hard as she can, using sheer force and your nose to stimulate herself as she comes. You feel her juices flowing over your face, and her plot completely sealing your face off from air. Her thighs are tightening up around your head as she comes.

Just when you think her orgasm is over, the true orgasm began. A surge of electricity flows out of her, directly into your head. Every muscle in your body convulses, activating the car battery.

The pain overwhelms your brain, scrambling your senses. Your entire body is twitching and tingling as Dust cums, charging the car battery, and using you to do it. Dust is clenching your head tightly as she comes down from the orgasm, and the confused nerves throughout your body are experiencing a euphoria as the shocking subsides.

Dust stands up weakly, dripping a trail down your chest as she walks to the end of the bed. You take a gasp of fresh air, and your panting draws Dust’s attention. She smiled, glancing down at your snatch. You always kept it clean shaven and it appears to turn the pony on.

She licks up your juices, sending a shiver up your spine as her tongue caressed the outside of your pussy. “You seemed to enjoy that?” Dust grins, a hint of wickedness in her eyes. “We can do better, truly scramble the feeling of pain,” Dust stabs a hoof into your snatch, eliciting a whelp. “And pleasure,” she runs the hoof back up it gently, the static electricity arcing off her hoof and tickling your clit in a way you didn’t know possible.

Your breathing is fast and heavy again as you feel her jump off the bed. Sounds of your toyboxes being overturned reach your ears before she finally jumps back up on the bed.

“Looky what I found!” she says. She fumbles with some earplugs before managing to jam the small things into your ears. She then fastens a leather blindfold around your head, blocking your sight. The thick leather also does a decent job a further muffling her voice.

“Taak mee” you mumble through the ring gag.

“Oh, I will, my little human.” You hear something unclick, and Dust shoves a metal penis gag into your mouth. It was designed for electrical play and locks in with the ring gag. You feel the wires brushing your face and wonder what point there is to a AA powered toy when you’re hooked up to a living tesla coil.

You gasp as you feel something cold and wet against your ass. Anal play was something you had only done occasionally, with very special partners. So when one of your largest metallic butt plugs slid between your cheeks you squirmed to get away. Your ass was still tight, and you were proud of that.

Tugging on the spreader bars to squirm out of the way rewards you with another shock. This time, it originates from the gag in your mouth and exits out the butt plug Dust is manipulating. It looks like she wired the car battery to the toys instead of the spreader bars.

“Deep breath,” Dust commands.

You feel her jam the lubed up plug into place, causing you to tense all your muscles. It makes it even harder to get in, but when it finally pops into place you’re rewarded with a feeling of fullness you’ve never known before. That plug looked like a monster at over eight inches long, and you were amazed it had all fit inside you. You consider pushing it out for a moment, but the flare of the butt plug is too wide inside you to get out without help.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Dust asks.

She leans over and begins to lap at your sex again with her tongue. It’s sending small shivers down your spine with each stroke, and the small hairs across your body stand on end from the static charge.

Dust sticks her tongue deep between the walls of your pussy, causing you to shudder in pleasure. You hear a barely audible click as Dust pushes a button, sending a jolt from the car battery through you.

It hurts the sensitive tissue of your mouth and anus, but Dust’s tongue pushes in deeper taking your mind off the pain and putting it back on the pleasure. You feel her swirl her tongue around a few times, surprising you with it’s length, before pulling back out.

You tense up expecting the shock, but it doesn’t come. Instead, you hear a snap and a whip lands across your stomach. You jerk on the spreader bars in pain, triggering another electric shock. Once you stop quivering, you hear Dust speaking loudly to get past the earplugs.

“Better hold still for the next one.”

She brings the whip down, the loud snap it makes as she gets ready to hit you is all the warning that reaches you through the heavy bondage. This time it lands along your ribs on the left side and you manage to tense up and avoid triggering the car battery.

You hear her talking again, but not loud enough to make out the words. A crack, and a sharp string across your left breast. You jerk the spreader bar shocking yourself, which elicits you to tense up, yanking even harder on the bars.

You feel Dust do something, turning the battery off. She begins caressing your stomach, and you feel her lifting something over you. Wondering what torture awaits after this small reprieve, you tremble slightly.

Dust has another toy, and at first you don’t recognize it. The cold, polished metal dildo is slid gently past your folds. It fills you up, slowly sliding through the walls of your vagina and coming to rest against your cervix. You smile to the best of your abilities, recognizing your favorite toy now. It fills you up completely, and has several settings of both vibration and electrical shocks.

The toy begins to vibrate as Dust fastens some straps around your waist to hold it in place. Already you’re rushing towards the orgasm you’ve been skirting around all night.

Dust has other plans. You hear the crack of the whip and it lands on your inner right thigh. The car battery goes off without a hitch as you recoil, flowing to the now vibrating butt plug and dildo. Even sooner than last time, your mind ignores the pain and focuses on the enjoyable vibrating sensations.

For a moment, that jolt almost seemed pleasurable.

Another crack, but this time you hold still, knowing another shock could stop the climax you’re building towards. Just a few more seconds should do it. The whip cracks down on your stomach, and doesn’t faze you. Dust shifts her weight on your bed, frustrated she hasn’t interrupted you yet.

The whip cracks, landing on your left breast. This time you spasm before you can overpower the urge, shocking yourself. You feel a mix of pleasurable pain from the shock, and the vibrators massaging the walls of your pussy speeding up.

Dust can tell you’re close, and you feel her shift position again. She begins rubbing her pussy against your nose, soaking the leather straps around your head. They seem to be pleasing her as you climb towards a mutual orgasm.

A loud crack, and the whip lands on your left leg. Dust is still trying to toy with you when you’re almost there. You focus on timing your breathing and ignoring the whip, but you can’t do both. The next crack of the whip causes you to flinch, tugging at the car battery. Dust didn’t even strike you that time.

The voltage flows through you, stimulating Dust and blanketing your mind in pleasure. It can no longer distinguish between the pain of the shocks and the pleasure of the ever-increasing vibrators. You realize as Dust sits on your face, she has a vibrator of her own deep in her pussy. She must be sitting on your face just to remind you who is in charge here.

The whip lands on your leg again, snapping you out of your thinking. Even the whip is pleasurable now. You realize you’ve reached the point of no return and begin writhing as muscles throughout your body go on autopilot.

Dust clenches down on your face, cutting off your air, as you go over the edge. Just as you climax, you yank on the spreader bars with all your might. The car battery activates, electrocuting you, but it feels like pure euphoria. The waves of pleasure from the orgasm combine with the electricity to send you to new heights.

You can’t hear, breath, see, or taste. You can only feel. Waves of pleasure radiating through you from your mouth to your pussy. The quivering muscles of the mare clutching tightly to your face. The vibrators, seeming to slow down along with time as each pulse from the vibrator pushes you ever-higher.

Mere moments later, you’re floating in space. Everything is white and you no longer feel anything but pleasure. You can’t tell the restraints are there, and no longer feel Lightning Dust. All you know, all you care about, is the euphoria. It defines you, surrounds you, there is nothing but the peace and the euphoria.

You’ve never felt this wonderful.

You awake in the morning to find the restraints unlocked and your bondage gear scattered around the room. There is no sign of the pony, however, the alarm clock and television seem to have been fried in a power surge. Wisps of smoke are coming off the appliances, and you wonder how you didn’t die last night.

You roll over and sigh in contentment. Maybe next time you can try out a defibrillator.

Author's Note

Ran out of serious things to write, so more FPS ahead! (Like, more tonight, because I can.)