The Queen of Ponyville

Her fingers dug into the sides of his shoulder, instantly releasing a knot and making his arm feel all the less stiff. Rumble flexed his arm before picking up his pencil and continuing where he left off.

“Thanks. That’s been bugging me all day.” He tapped his chin with the eraser. “Alright, this calculation looks easy enough…” He started jotting down numbers and lines in the margins of the paper before him.

“So, what does this have to do with flying?” Silver Spoon asked, eyeing the exam paper with curiosity. “Looks like a bunch of triangles to me.”

“It doesn’t have to do with flying, actually.” Rumble snapped his fingers as he came to the conclusion for the problem. “I want to be a spotter for the Wonderbolts. There’s a lot of math involved. I gotta know a flyer’s speed, agility and weight and apply it to other variables, like wind speed or air density. With that, I can guide them through even the toughest conditions, and they can focus on their technique.”

Silver nodded. She didn’t exactly have a look of complete understanding on her face, but Rumble could tell that she didn’t tune him out, like most people would have. “Interesting,” she said. “So, once you submit this preliminary exam…?”

“I’ll be able to go to the Wonderbolt Academy and apply for testing. Once that’s done, and they like what they see, I’ll be able to join their spotting team. I’ll be the difference between a good Wonderbolt performance and an orgasmic one.”

“Seems like you’ve got it all figured out, huh?” Silver smirked, resting her chin up against Rumble’s neck. Once again, her fingers held his shoulders, kneading circles into their toned muscle. She then reached for the opposite side of the bed, where half of her pizza lay in the box. She broke off a slice and held it up to Rumble’s lips. He accepted the offering with a large bite.

“Alright, next question…” He turned the page, only to find that the next question was extra credit, and it was a long one too; he couldn’t answer an essay question this complex without a lot of time on his hands. That was time he couldn’t afford to waste with a saucy model wrapped around him. He picked up the exam packet and tossed it towards his coat.

“Ah, are we carrying on?” Silver Spoon asked, peppering Rumble’s cheek with kisses.

“Yeah, I’m done here.” Rumble stretched his arms out with a long grunt, then let them fall to his sides.

An unusual shiver went down his spine as Silver giggled into his ear. “Good. Now for this…”

Rumble felt his wrists pull close together, then a loud clink as they were constricted by an unknown force. Opening his eyes in surprise, he checked over his shoulder and lifted his arms up. He spotted a pair of fur-lined cuffs locking his hands together.

“Wait, what the hell?” Rumble grunted. He struggled against his bonds again, now arching his back to break through them. “The fu—”

He was silenced when Silver Spoon placed a finger on his lips. “Shushush. How’s not the time for such language, Rumble,” she giggled, pushing his hands down while she situated herself over the small of his back. Placing a hand on his wing and slowly running her fingers through the softness of his feathers, Silver said, “At least, not now. However, a bit later…” She traced her finger up along Rumble’s wing, to the joint all the way down to his last feather. “I’d love to hear you say more.”

“Oh, sh… Snap.” Rumble would have slapped his own face, if his hands weren’t bound. “Okay, uh, a few things you should know about preening—”

Silver Spoon shut him up again, this time forcefully turning his head and planting an open mouthed kiss on him, sticking her tongue inside. “None of that. I only want to hear you moan for while as I touch you. Okay?”

“You sadistic…” Rumble would have said more, but one raised eyebrow convinced him otherwise. He nodded, swallowed his words, and waited for the fondling to begin.

Silver Spoon began with a symmetrical touch; she spread Rumble’s wings further out, tracing a few fingers down the lengths of his converts. After that, her hands traveled along his primaries, making them spread as if they were tethered to his rapidly swelling erection. As Silver reached the absolute tips of his wings, she could tell by the little jolt Rumble gave that she had found something to make him really squirm. She pressed herself up against his back, rubbing him with her breasts, and pinched his wingtips.

“Oh, Rumble, your wings are simply fantastic!” Silver cooed in his ear. She now began to rub her palms up and down his wing span, each run causing them to harden. Rumble’s feathers were ruffled, fluffed out as his wings became fully erect. Silver’s fingers were absolutely divine, their nimble and playful touch sending shivers his back. Silver could feel every last one. Rumble’s wings quickly spread out to full length, so hard that he couldn’t extend or fold them no matter how much he tried. And that wasn’t the only thing hardening, as he pressed his quickly swelling pride against the mattress as hard as he could.

“Fuck, Silver!” was all he could belt out. Much to his embarrassment, he thrusted into the blanket, as if he expected something to be there to meet his erection. “You’re a total—”

Silver relinquished her grip, folding her arms. “Foul words, Rumble. I expect better from my most loyal subject.” She tilted her head and opened her mouth, tracing the very end of her tongue up one of Rumble’s primaries. Just the tip. “Praise your queen. Tell her that she makes you feel good. Tell her how she makes you want to cum.” She bit down, causing Rumble to cry out. “Go on, Rumble. Praise your queen. Praise me.”

Rumble looked down. He was completely rigid, throbbing with every heated breath he made. Nothing would have satisfied him more than to release this tension, but his hands weren’t in any position to do so, and he didn’t exactly count on Silver Spoon to do it for him if he asked nicely. If she wanted praise, she’d get it.

The young, very aroused pegasus smiled, and opened his mouth to speak. “I love it when you fondle my wings, Your Highness.”

“Oh, you do?” Silver asked in a faux-innocent tone. She grabbed the same feather she licked, pinching it between two fingers. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it so fucking much.” Rumble felt her tongue pass over several of his feathers the instant the words left his mouth. “You’re making me so hard.”

“Hard for me, Rumble? Tell me your thick, massive cock is hard for me,” she whispered.

Rumble was about to reply, but he was momentarily interrupted at the wet sensation of lips closing on his secondary feathers. “It… It wants you so bad, My Queen. I want you so bad.”

“Oh, I know, Rumble, but I need you to prove it to me.”

“And…” The very flustered pegasus couldn’t even close his mouth properly, as he was stuck in a series of moans, interlaced with nonsensical words. “And… how would I do that, pray tell?”

Rumble’s ear buckled as Silver’s breath touched it. Even as his ear shield itself from her sensual, desperate exhales, he could feel her words. His cocked throbbed, feeling an intense, escalating rush in his nethers just from her voice alone. “Cum for me. Blow your huge fucking load all over my bed.”

If Rumble were the same pony he was several months ago, he would have complied. He would have blown his load as Silver Spoon asked, submitting to her subtle dominatrix demands. He would have watched, moaning in the aftermath of release as the mare he called his queen suckled on him, taking in whatever hadn’t stained her sheets. She probably would have shared his cum with him in a passionate kiss. He would have swallowed. He would have done everything she demanded of him.

But Rumble was different now. He had changed. He had shown his assertive side to Silver Spoon, and he wasn’t about to abandon it now. It was time to release a part of him he was so sure he could keep under wraps.

Rumble immediately stopped his heavy breathing. He turned to Silver Spoon, flashing a maniacal grin. “Yeeeah… About that…” He chuckled as his lover’s expression escalated into pure awe. His eyes flashed a radiant red hue, if only for a moment, and when the light faded, something was definitely different.

Silver Spoon, her mouth still agape, had her head set on a pillow. Her breasts were flushed against the bed; it took her far longer than it should have for her to realize she was laying down, and she didn’t know why. But she did figure that Rumble had something to do with it. She peered up at him, taking notice of his eyes once again. They weren’t nearly as bright as before, but they were definitely red. “That’s… different. What happened to you?”

Rumble loomed over Silver, placing his hands beside her shoulders. His husky breath was warm on her neck. It alone made her let out the quietest of moans. “A lot of things,” he replied. His fingers dug into his silver mare’s plump ass. “A lot of amazing things.” He gave Silver Spoon’s rump a gentle slap.

Silver hummed, her cheeks aglow with red, though it was nothing compared to Rumble’s eyes. “Ooooh… I think I like the new you even more now… How about we—” She was about to suggest something incredibly naughty, but she interrupted herself when she tried to move her arms. Looking behind her, she could see her arms were bound by the very same cuffs that held Rumble. She was surprised at first, but she quickly came to a smile, deciding to play along. “You dare bind your queen with her own weapon?”

Rumble laughed out loud, deep and charismatic like a devilish anti-hero. He moved himself forward, feeling that something had remained from their previous position; his erection was still present, harder than he could have thought possible. The head of his cock pressed against Silver Spoon’s moist folds, teasing her with a slow rub. “Oh, by the end of tonight, there won’t be a queen anymore. You’ll be mine. You’re going to submit to me.”

“N-never…” Silver Spoon gasped in mock protest.

With one more thrust, Rumble entered her. He had complete control this time, and the earlier experiences of the night allowed him easier entry. With only a few pushes, he found himself bottoming out inside of Silver’s sweet nethers. “I’ll persuade you.” He pulled out, once again fondling her vulva with his throbbing erection. He made her gasp as the head touched her exposed clit.

“Oh, you beast…”

Rumble slammed into Silver Spoon, hard, causing her to bend her knees and lift her lower body off of the bed. Rumble adjusted himself accordingly. The new angle made his thrusts all the more effortless, and it made Silver look all the more vulnerable. She was giving herself to him, no matter how much she pretended to deny it. Of course, Rumble knew what she really wanted.

Silver Spoon was playing up her role for all it was worth. “Don’t you dare drive your massive cock into me, you monstrous, magnificent rogue! You’ll never have my sacred treasure!” Her dedication was astounding, but Rumble felt confident enough that he could snap her out of it. He paused, leaving Silver to groan in disappointment. “Dammit, I was just about to…”

Well, you made me beg, Rumble thought. He wasn’t about to rub vengeance into his lover’s face, but he wasn’t above rubbing her breasts. He squeezed her, pinching her areolas as he allowed her a moment to come down from an orgasm that could have been. It was only when she looked up at him, her expression pleading, full of want and lust, that he was tempted to slip back inside her. He just needed a little persuasion.

“Fuck me,” Silver Spoon cried out. She had said it before, multiple times, but those two words carried so much weight. So much desire. And she wasn’t just commanding him to. She was begging for him. Rumble’s heart pounded at the sound of it. “I surrender. Fuck me hard, Rumble. Fuck me until I break. I’ll be your toy. I’ll be your personal bitch. I’m yours. Just lay your cock into me and fuck me.”

Rumble leaned his head down, kissing his lover on the cheek. It was oddly tender, all things considered. “You asked for it,” he boasted. He was already lined up with her, so all he had to do was thrust, and once again, like a glove, he slipped into Silver Spoon’s warm, needy insides.

As Silver Spoon’s mind was thoroughly rent by Rumble’s stallionhood utterly ravaging her, she found it to be a miracle that she could even think of what this young pegasus used to be. She wondered where that shy, moody introvert disappeared to. Where did this larger than life, charismatic heartthrob come from? She couldn’t think much further than that before she felt a burst of sweet pain. Rumble had bitten down on her ear, and it hurt so good.

So, this is what she was talking about… Rumble realized. Everything looked so different now. He could see something he never saw before emanating from Silver Spoon’s body. Some sort of magenta aura. He had to focus to see it, but it was definitely there. He could almost reach out and touch it. With every thrust, every moan he drew out from his mare, the aura grew stronger, and the sensation that came with it, the utter satisfaction from such passionate, depraved, unapologetically raunchy sex, began to overtake him. Vinyl, this is what it’s always like for you?

The aura was too much, and Rumble couldn’t hold himself back anymore, like the new part of him had taken over entirely. He couldn’t even bring himself to announce it, but Silver Spoon would figure it out soon enough; he was about to cum, and he could tell Silver wasn’t too far behind.

They both felt the surge. An overwhelming burst of pleasure built up in their conjoined nethers that could only be described as a simultaneous orgasm.

Silver Spoon couldn’t keep up her role anymore. As her climax overtook her, her eyes fluttered, and she craned her neck to the ceiling. “R-Rumble…! Fuck, yes! Rumble! Yes, yes, yes, inside, that’s it… cum inside me, Rumble!”

Rumble didn’t have any objections; he felt his cock twitch, with the inevitable flood of semen well on its way. He decided to end this on a tender note. With another flash of red, Silver’s cuffs disappeared, leaving her hands arms free to clutch the sheets in a vice grip. Rumble threw his arms around her, holding her slender body tight while he lifted her up.

All it took was one more thrust to force Silver Spoon to let out one final elated yell. She ground her hips down on Rumble’s cock, slowly milking out as much cum as she could. She wanted all of it. Much to her satisfaction, even after wave after wave of white flowed from Rumble, barely a drop fell to the bed. It was beyond satisfying; she felt full.

Inevitably, something entirely expected followed their impressive climax. Even as Rumble and Silver Spoon touched each other, kissing and groping whatever they could, they both felt the weight of exhaustion coming down on them. Nevertheless, they kept feeling each other as they fell into the bed’s comforting embrace.

Rumble finally stopped kissing Silver Spoon long enough to allow her to speak. “You were spectacular.” She chuckled as she ran her fingers through Rumble’s new hairstyle. “Nice job with the handcuffs, by the way… I only threw them on you to watch you squirm. I had no idea you were actually into that sort of thing.”

“Neither did I,” Rumble commented. “Now we know what to bring for next time.” He put on a sly grin. “Of course, there is gonna be a next time.”

Silver Spoon smiled back, pouting her lower lip. “Hmm… I don’t know. If I’m gonna let you into my bed again, I think you’ll have to do something special to persuade me. Though, I honestly doubt you could.”

“Really?” Rumble’s eyes flashed red again. “Not even with a little… tickle torture?!” Rumble ran his fingers over Silver Spoon’s stomach and chest, grinning sadistically as he watched her laugh and flail beneath him.

“Okay! Ahaha, okay, stop! You win!” She grabbed his arms and pulled him in for another kiss, one that lasted a good minute.

When the kiss ended, Rumble spoke, his lips brushing against Silver’s. “I’m gonna assume you’ll wanna spoon?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she joked. She turned her body, presenting her bare back to Rumble. She peeked over her shoulder and beckoned to him. As she felt her handsome pegasus nestle up close to her, she realized that this was also different from before.

Rumble realized the same thing. Even after the post-coital bliss that followed his first time with Silver Spoon, he didn’t have the gall or the lasting impression to bother spending the night. He had simply taken one last kiss from Silver before going on his way. This was different in all of the best possible ways, and it filled him with a new sort of lust.

Rumble’s arms crossed over Silver Spoon’s belly, her hands holding them in place. It was snug as snug could be, and an almost picturesque ending to a wonderful night. After not too long, the two young, nubile ponies fell asleep to the soft hum of music and muffled voices from the still ongoing party beyond the door. It may as well have been another world away.

The only thing that could have ruined the moment was the sound of a certain other pegasus softly stepping away from the secrecy of Silver Spoon’s closet. He was meticulously cautious, tightly clutching his camera and tripod under one arm, his other arm reaching for the door. He slowly turned the handle, pulled, and slipped outside unnoticed.

Featherweight let out the breath he may as well have been holding for almost an hour straight before having a look at his camera. He rolled back the footage he’d picked up, fast-forwarded through it, and after a brief quality check he was sure he had something great on his hands.

That’s for making me get the pizzas so you could woo your queen, you ass, he thought, snickering at his playful vengeance against Rumble. And as for you, Silver Spoon, your modeling career is about to get a bit— Wait, what the hell...

Furrowing his eyebrows, he paused the footage once again on a particularly generous shot of Rumble. Featherweight wasn’t one to brag, but he liked to consider himself a skilled practitioner of camera related arts, so he knew he couldn’t have made any sort of mistake, even on his little secret shooting. Everything seemed completely normal when he was filming... He couldn’t figure out for the life of him why Rumble’s wings looked leathery and batlike in the playback.

What the hell did Vinyl Scratch do to you, bro?