Author's Note

Ember loves helping ponies with their problems, but in truth the majority of her customers don't have any deeply seated issues. Most of them have no problems more dire than sexual frustration, curiosity about a particular kink, or just the desire to have a little fun. And Ember is always more than happy to provide. (Story commissioned by Cynewulf.)

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A Bountiful Harvest

Auras were interesting things. Ember knew that they were invisible to most ponies, of course, but she quite enjoyed being able to look through Far Gaze's eyes and see them. That particular sort of sight was his special talent, the reason for his cutie mark. Ember wondered sometimes what cutie mark she'd have if she could gain one naturally. Possibly it would be the one she often chose for herself, the triskelion that stood for all things kinky, but perhaps not. Cutie marks were not always so straightforward.

The particular pony that Far was assessing just now had a wheat sheaf cutie mark, an interesting one to find on a thestral. The bat ponies tended towards things related to either night time or martial arts. But this one, a slender, slightly androgynous stallion, had a sheaf standing alone, without even a moon or a shield behind it. His aura was fairly ordinary, a fairly typical pony with nothing suggesting deep dysfunction. His current mood was more difficult to assess, Ember would sample that in detail when he came inside.

The thestral paid his bits and passed Far's desk into Ember's parlor, where she waited, stretched out on her chaise lounge. As he stepped through the door, his breath caught, and Ember could immediately taste the wave of fear radiating off of him.

It was bitter, fear always was, but while fear was often unpleasant—a bitterness like that of crushed ants, not something one would want as food—some bitterness could be very palatable. This was that sort of fear, a bitter-tart-sweet flavor not unlike grapefruit; bracing and pleasant. It was the taste of fear mixed with anticipation and eagerness. It was the kind of fear one tasted on Nightmare Night, the fear of foals who wanted to shriek and run. It was the fear of somepony who was looking forward to being scared. It was wrapped up in a generous dose of the more ordinary nervousness that many first time clients had, but the flavor was strong and clear all the same.

Ember grinned. She usually had fun with the ponies who came in tasting of that sort of fear. "Welcome. Please, enter and seat yourself. I am Ember."

He cleared his throat nervously. "Harvest Moon. Uhm. Nice to meet you."

Ah, there's the night reference, thought Ember. Of course. She inclined her head politely. "It is my pleasure." She paused, and when the stallion didn't immediately say anything else, she added, "So what brings you here this evening?"

"Well, uh, the obvious, I guess, I know you're a, uhm..."

She could tell he was groping for a polite word, so she supplied one. "Courtesan? Indeed."

He nodded. "But I was told that you do... other things. Like. Kinky things."

Ember chuckled softly. "I do, yes. I enjoy a wide variety of kinks with my clients. I take it you have something specific in mind?"

"Not really, well, uh, not that specific, but there's kind of a, uh, thing I'd like to try maybe if you're okay with it." Harvest flushed a bit, aware that he was babbling nervously. He flicked his tail and refolded his wings, trying to settle down.

"Would it set you at ease if I took another form? Many ponies find it easier if I look like a pony."

"No!" That was sharp and sudden, and told Ember everything she needed to know about what he probably wanted. "No," he repeated. "I want you to be just the way you are. Uhm. If that's okay with you."

"Of course it is. You want a changeling specifically, then."

Harvest nodded. "Yes. If, uhm, if it's not offensive or upsetting, I like the idea of, er, of a changeling being kind of... uhm... dangerous? I don't know how to put it, exactly."

"It's a form of race play, I suppose, so it can be fraught, but no I don't find it offensive. In fact I have to admit I quite like playing at the terrifying changeling queen, out to subjugate poor helpless ponies. Is that the sort of thing you had in mind?"

Harvest nodded again, still blushing.

"So you want to be menaced by my evil." She grinned wickedly at him. "Anything else you do or don't want? Sex? Submission? Pain?"

"Uh. Sex yes. Submission... I think yes? Pain I'm not sure. A little bit maybe?"

"Anything specific you'd rather I didn't do?"

"I can't think of anything."

Ember nodded. "Well, since we will be playing roles, I'd like to use a safe word. Are you familiar with them?"

"I've heard of the idea before, but I haven't, ah, used one."

"Well, then you know that if you say 'no, stop, please don't' I will merely laugh evilly and have my way with you, but if you say the safe word I will actually stop. I like to use the red, green, yellow system."

Harvest nodded again.

"The way I use it, green means that you want more, that I am being too mild and I should be more intense. Use it freely. Yellow means that what I have just done is too much, and I should back off, but I will not stop the scene. Use that freely as well. Red I will stop the scene completely. Don't be afraid to use that too, it won't upset me, and it doesn't mean we're done for the night. It merely means that you need a break, and we can discuss what went wrong and why, and try again if you want to."

Harvest nodded once more. "That makes sense."

"Is there anything else I should know before we begin?"

"I don't think so."

"Very well." She knew she probably wouldn't need the safe words, she could taste his feelings after all, but it didn't hurt, and would help if he went on to play with other ponies. But now it was time to cause some feelings; fear and lust in particular were what she hoped to feast on tonight.

Ember let her grin widen while her eyes narrowed, and she rose to her feet slowly, stepping towards the other couch. Harvest Moon cringed instinctively, sinking back into the couch where he sat. She put her front hooves on either side of him, looming over him until he was pressed back into the couch as far as he could go. She bent close, and he let out a tiny, involuntary whimper. Her sharp fangs nipped one of his tufted ears lightly, once, and he gasped. "You are in a great deal of trouble, little pony," she said, almost whispering in his ear. Then she bit him again, harder, wringing a startled cry of pain from him.

"Run if you want, but there is no escape." She stepped back, letting Harvest up from the couch. He froze there for a long moment, then seemed to register what she'd said and bolted to his hooves. Before he'd even taken three steps away from her she picked him up in her magic, holding him entirely off the ground. He let out a yelp of surprise. He flailed about instinctively, his wings thrashing. Ember laughed, a wicked little giggle. "You see? You're all mine." She pulled him close and ran a hoof along his short, stiff mane, caressing him gently. "My little toy. Too bad I play rough with my toys." She grabbed a hoof-full of mane and yanked, shoving his head down, letting her magic go and dropping him to the ground roughly. It left him sprawled on his stomach in a dazed tangle of legs and wings. Then she bit the base of his short tail firmly and quite literally dragged him from the room, taking full advantage of how her larger size let her pick him up easily.

In her bedroom she deposited him next to the bed, sprawled out on his back this time. He looked undignified, but she found herself licking her lips as she looked down at him, for his arousal was also clearly visible. "You look like a tasty morsel, pony," she said. He whimpered again, the reaction delightfully terrified, and flinched away when she bent her head closer. She nipped lightly at one foreleg, which he held folded defensively to his chest. "What shall I sample first? I can taste your fear, and it is delicious, but I could taste other things too. Perhaps your blood?" His breath drew in sharply at that, both fear and desire spiking, and she filed that reaction away for later. "Or perhaps something else..." She lowered her head further, letting her muzzle just brush the tip of his cock. That wrung a moan of pure, helpless pleasure from him.

She flicked her tongue out, tasting him briefly, making him moan again. "Do you want me to? No, don't answer. It doesn't matter what you want, little pony. I'm going to taste you, use you, make you my own, my little pony pet." She licked again, more slowly this time, drawing her tongue across the tip of his cock. He shuddered. "I might hurt you too. I might do anything I want. You can't stop me." She took the tip of his cock into her mouth and let him feel the lightest touch of her fangs as she did, pricking delicately against the sensitive skin.

"Oh stars," he breathed.

She chuckled but didn't lift her head, instead sinking down further, sliding those dangerous teeth slowly down his length. He held perfectly still, breathing in shallow, panting gasps, as if he didn't even dare to take a full breath. She rubbed her tongue along the underside of his cock as she went, providing pleasure along with the threat of pain. She was rewarded with another one of those helpless whimpers. After a moment, though, she pulled back. Fun as that particular game was, she didn't want to accidentally do real damage, and if he did forget himself and flinch too much, she might.

Ember gave him one last teasing lick. "Yes, you are quite tasty." Her magic picked him up again and deposited him on the bed this time. He wiggled uncertainly, his wings awkwardly spread out behind him. She moved immediately to straddle him, pinning him with the sheer weight of her body, and used her hooves to shove his forelegs up over his head. It took only a moment to spit a blob of resin on them, gluing them to opposite corners of the sturdy headboard.

"Eep!" His eyes went wide in surprise at that. She grinned.

"There. Now you're definitely not going anywhere until I decide to release you. If I decide to release you." She was sitting straddling his stomach, but she could feel his cock brush against her from behind, hard and hot. Fear and lust were pouring off of him, filling the air with their heady taste. She drank them both in willingly, savoring their contrasting flavors. She rocked back a bit, rubbing her rump against him, shifting her tail so the filmy chitin that wasn't quite hair slid against his cock teasingly. He shuddered, whimpering again. She loved that sound. It encapsulated the need and the fear that she tasted perfectly. Looking up at her he licked his lips, his tongue running over his own short fangs. They were quite useless now unless she let him within reach, and even then she doubted he would dare. He was to be the bitten tonight, not the biter.

Bending over him, she nibbled his ear again, gently, delicately. She pressed her body to his, lightly for now, smooth chitin to soft hide, and alternated nibbling and nuzzling at Harvest's ear. He almost relaxed, still breathing fast but no longer quite as tense. It was tempting to simply have her way with him then and there, but she wanted to draw it out a little more, savor his reactions, before bringing things to a conclusion that would hopefully satisfy them both.

So Ember took her time, nibbling his ear, nuzzling the side of his neck, nipping softly, all while rubbing against him, teasing herself as well as Harvest Moon. He moaned, his earlier fear starting to fade, and he even began nuzzling her back, as if he'd forgotten that he was a captive with his hooves glued to the headboard. She grinned silently to herself and bit him, sharp and hard, at the base of his neck, just where the vein pulsed beneath the skin. It was not remotely hard enough to draw blood, but after how gentle she'd been it was shockingly rough, and Harvest let out a gasping cry. Ember chuckled darkly against the side of his neck and nipped again, more softly than before but still not exactly gentle. "I would like the taste of your blood, I think" she murmured against his neck. His breath caught again, and he was once more panting fast, filled with fear as well as desire. She laughed, low and soft. It was tempting to go ahead and do it, but it would probably be a little too much. Better to hold off and avoid possibly ruining things. Still, he obviously liked the idea, and so did she, so she continued to nip and bite, feeling his racing pulse beneath her muzzle, knowing she could if she wanted to, and savoring the sense of power almost as much as she savored the taste of his lust.

Her own lust was not inconsiderable at this point. Harvest's belly was damp where she straddled him, and she knew she wouldn't be able to restrain herself much longer. Nor did she want to. Not for much longer, at least, but she wasn't ready to move things to that end game stage quite yet. She had one more little tease first.

She shifted, lifting her hips, pushing his cock down so that it lay across his belly, letting her rub her lips against it, the wetness of her arousal spreading liberally on it. He groaned. "Sweet Celestia."

Ember laughed, low and throaty. "Your princess cannot save you now. You are mine. Do you want me to claim you, little pony? Do you want to be taken?"

A shudder went through Harvest and he let out another of those delightful whimpers. He looked up at her, licking his lips, his wings twitching, his desire obvious even if she hadn't been able to taste it.

"Well? Do you?"

"I..." He squirmed, obviously having difficulty forming coherent words.

Ember grinned. "Do you want me to use you, little pony?" She wiggled, rubbing herself against him. "Do you? Beg for it if you want it."

"I... y-yes..."

"Yes what? What do you want?"

"I..." he squirmed, stammering as he tried to scrape together the mental coherence to say anything at all. "I want you to use me!" he blurted finally, panting.

"Ask me nicely. Say please."

"Please! Stars and moon, please!"

"Mmm. Good boy." Ember lifted herself, repositioning his cock again, this time not to tease, but to take him. She sank onto him swiftly, eagerly, her body taking his within it almost forcefully. He groaned, a wordless sound of utter, helpless pleasure. She ground her hips against his, pushing down as deeply as she possibly could. "Ah yes, such a good little pony toy." He only moaned in response.

Ember let words slip away too, and simply concentrated on feeling. She moved forcefully, powerfully, lifting her hips and thrusting herself back down onto Harvest Moon in a wild, intense rhythm, taking what she wanted of him, feeling him fill her each time. He squirmed and moaned under her, lifting his hips in answer to her movements, willing—eager even—to cooperate with her pleasure.

Given how much she'd worked herself up, it did not take long before Ember was there, tensed and panting fast, on the very edge of climax. She pushed down hard, no longer moving back and forth, but simply holding Harvest's cock within her, as she brought herself that last inch to bliss with her own hoof against her clit. "Mmm, yesssss..." She shuddered, then let out a long sigh and relaxed.

Harvest squirmed under her, voicing a little half-moan that contained both pleasure and frustration. He was no doubt pleased that she'd come, but he himself hadn't.

"That was very good, little pony. Now it's your turn. Come for me." She started moving again, a little less wildly, but no less insistently. She squeezed down on his cock as hard as she could, seeking to intensify his pleasure. The taste of that was heavy in the room, though Ember had already had more than she needed of it. Still, the flavor lingered, heady and intoxicating, as he shuddered beneath her, nearing his peak.

Then he was there. She could feel it, the sensations diffuse, the nerves within designed to report pleasure, not detail, but the twitching and wet warmth of his cock flaring, shooting his seed within her utterly unmistakable. It quenched the fire of her own need far more fully than her earlier climax had, and she let out another, longer sigh of satisfaction.

When it was over and Harvest Moon lay still, panting beneath her she said, "Good boy. Very good boy."

He gave a little shiver and smiled up at her. She could see him fumbling for the right words, and finally he simply said, "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." Her reply was practically a purr of smug satisfaction.

He chuckled softly. She smiled down at him, the finally lifted herself from his softening cock. There was a fair bit of mess on both of them, so she said, "Shall we clean up?"

Harvest Moon nodded, so a few minutes later found them both in her spa. He had greeted her suggestion of a shower with another nod, so they were both under the hot water. Ember let go her haughty persona, but she did still ask Harvest to help scrub her down. He agreed willingly, and she soaped his slate gray coat in return. As they rinsed off, she asked, "Did that all meet your expectations? Don't hesitate to be honest if anything wasn't quite what you wanted."

"I, uhm, I'm not really sure what I expected. Not that, exactly, but I... uh... I really liked it. It was good."

"I'm glad." She smiled warmly. "Does that mean you'll be a repeat customer?"

"I think so, yes."