"Ahem." Jet Set stood just inside the door of the tawdry little bordello he'd heard so much about. It was completely gauche, of course. Years out of line with current fashions in decor. It was almost embarrassing to be seen in the presence of such poor taste, even setting aside the purpose of the place.

The clerk behind the desk continued scribbling in a little ledger without looking up.

Jet Set frowned and lifted his muzzle a fraction of an inch higher into the air. "Ahem!"

The clerk continued to ignore him.

Finally Jet Set stalked over to the desk, scowling. How dare this common unicorn fail to notice and acknowledge that he was in the presence of the pinnacle of Canterlot Society? "Ahem!"

The clerk finally looked up from the papers in front of him. "Yes? May I help you?"

"I am given to understand a changeling works here, in a, ah, sexual fashion?"

The clerk raised one eyebrow, his expression rather amused. "Yes."

Jet Set cleared his throat. Apparently this commoner was too dense to make the connection and he would have to spell it out. "I wish to hire her. For tonight. Now."

The clerk's other eyebrow went up too. "I see. That will be three hundred bits."

A faint frown creased Jet Set's features briefly. He'd been told that the bug was very cheap, as well as being quite wild and uninhibited. But it would not do to quibble over price like a poor pony. He fished the hundred bit pieces out of his pocket and hoofed them over. Hopefully the rumors about the sex would prove more accurate than the rumors about the price had been.

You double charged him! Ember was more astonished than outraged as she spoke in Far Gaze's mind.

I also recognized him. He pals around with Fancy's crowd. He can definitely afford it. There was a hint of mischief in his thoughts that suggested something else was going on, and Ember poked at that.

What else?

I probably shouldn't say. Let's just say from what I know of him, you'll earn every bit of it. Now go, get yourself ready to give him his money's worth, said Far, sounding amused.

Ember shook her head, projecting both continued surprise and mild disapproval, but she settled herself on her chaise longue in her usual pose of welcoming seduction as the gray unicorn opened the door and stepped into her parlor.

"Welcome. I am Ember."

"Charmed," said the pony, though he didn't sound as though he really meant it. "I'm Jet Set." When Ember sampled his emotions, she found mostly the simple spice of lust, touched with acrid hints of disdain. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant combination, though the disdain really wasn't a flavor she especially enjoyed. Still, it wouldn't do to be rude simply because she didn't like the taste of a pony's emotions.

"It is a pleasure to meet you. Come, sit, and tell me what you would like me to do for you."

Jet Set regarded the couch opposite her dubiously. "What is there to tell?"

"Well, many ponies would like me to be somepony specific for them, to begin with."

"Ah." Jet Set still made no move to sit, but he gave a little nod. "I have been considering, well... Can you become...royalty?"

Ember smiled. "I can, yes. The princesses are popular requests. Is there one in particular you are interested in?"

Jet Set cleared his throat, hesitating a moment before responding, "Princess Celestia."

Ember activated her magic, green fire sweeping over her, seeming to remove charcoal gray chitin and replace it with smooth, white hide. A moment later Princess Celestia appeared to be sitting on the chaise, smiling benevolently down at Jet Set. She tasted a wash of fresh emotion—surprise, lust, but also dismay. "Is this what you wanted, my little pony?"

With another little throat-clearing, Jet Set shook his head. "Can you be shorter?"

Ember blinked at him for a moment, then smiled and nodded. "Of course." A second wash of green fire left her the size of an average mare, but still colored like Princess Celestia, waving hair and all.

Jet Set smiled. "Much better."

"Now, do you have any particular sex acts you want to enjoy? Any kinks or fetishes or fun little extras?"

A faint scowl crossed the stallion's face. "I do not engage in any perversions."

Ember managed to not roll her eyes. One of those ponies. Perhaps that was what Far Gaze had been talking about. She made a mental bet about whether Jet would be bad in bed, though she knew it was a bit mean of her. But while many ponies who weren't interested in kinks were still quite fun sexually speaking, the ones who were scornful about them tended to have some terrible ideas about sex in general. Still, he was a customer, and she would do her best to see that he left satisfied.

"And there's no particular thing you're interested in, other than a fantasy version of Princess Celestia?"

"Are we to talk all night, or will there be actual intercourse?" said Jet with an impatient flick of his tail.

"Forgive me. I merely want to be certain I know what will please a client. But if there's nothing else, then come." She rose to her hooves and headed for the bedroom.

Jet muttered, "Finally," under his breath and followed.

Inside the bedroom Ember decided she might as well jump straight to what Jet obviously wanted. She put a little swish in her step and deliberately flagged her tail higher as she walked over to the bed. Jet's eyes were immediately fixed on her rump, and on the hint of what lay under that arched up tail.

Deciding that she didn't feel like the slightly more intimate face-to-face position, she instead simply reared up, putting her front hooves on the bed, and then settled her barrel along it, emphasizing her rump as she bent over and arched up her tail more. The very traditional "mount me" pose was admittedly one of her favorites, since she liked the submissiveness of being face-down under a stallion. Glancing back at Jet, it seemed that it met with is approval as well, for Ember could catch a glimpse of his cock emerging, which became clearer as he sat back on his haunches and pulled his shirt off.

Tossing the no-doubt-stylish article of clothing aside, and still staring at her rump, he said, "Prepare to be rutted into the ground, little princess."

Ember had long since mastered the art of not giggling at silly dirty talk. After all, pretty much all dirty talk was silly if you stopped to think about what you were saying. Instead she smiled seductively back over her shoulder and said, "Show me what a stallion you can be, big boy."

He reared up, putting his hooves on the bed on either side of her, and she could feel his cock pressing against her backside. That was enough to send a thrill of desire through her; her body at least was as needy as ever, even if her mind wasn't quite fully engaged. She let out a little moan, shifting her hind hooves further apart to better offer herself to him. He shifted too, lining his cock up.

"I'm going to take you like the bitch whore you are, princess," said Jet as he pushed his cock against her entrance.

Ember gave a little shiver. Dirty talk might be silly, but humiliation and name-calling was one of her personal kinks. If Jet kept that up he was going to actually get her going, mind and body both. Though a hint of unease ran somewhere beneath the arousal. Humiliation was something she considered a kink, and they'd specifically agreed on nothing kinky. But different ponies had different ideas of where that line was drawn. No doubt Jet hadn't meant to go against what he'd said earlier about avoiding perversions.

Her mind was thoroughly distracted from that train of thought by the sensation of Jet's cock sinking into her. She moaned again and pushed back onto it, letting all other thoughts slip away.

"You like that, hmm, bitch princess?" Jet slapped her rump sharply. Ember twitched, and would have jumped in surprise if the stallion hadn't been above her, pinning her down. She did indeed like it, yet the little niggling unease was back, and it flared higher when he spanked her other flank. Spanking was definitely a kink. A "perversion," even. Which she had not agreed to. Still, it was common enough, and perhaps Jet was merely ignorant. Not to mention that it felt good. She'd been expecting a boring session of bad sex, but she was getting something much more to her tastes. Surely it was fine to let it slide.

Jet started bucking his hips, wringing another moan from her. He let out a low groan of his own as he thrust into her. "Ah yes. You like that a lot, don't you?" He slapped her rump once more, sharply enough to make her yelp. "Yeah, you do. You're my bitch princess and I'm your king of fucking. Say that, call me king."

Ember twitched again, her unease deepening. This was not what she'd agreed to.

"Come on, bitch. Say it!"

Ember gritted her teeth, then gave a shake of her head. "No. And please stop."

"Say it, you whore," said Jet, not stopping in the least.

Ember scowled. Surely he could tell the difference between a moaning "no" that was playing along with his game and the flat tone of annoyance she'd actually used?

"Jet Set. Stop. I did not agree to this."

He did stop, though he didn't step back, and he sounded utterly shocked as he said, "What?"

Ember sighed and engaged her magic, picking him up bodily from her and setting him down some distance from the bed. She turned around, discarding her disguise as she did so, and repeated herself, distinctly enunciating each word. "I did not agree to this."

"You agreed to service me," he said, scowling at her in offended confusion. "I paid you good money, and plenty of it."

"I agreed to simple sex. You yourself said no kinks, no perversions."

He flushed, confusion suddenly vanishing, and offense turning to anger. It was hot enough for her to taste it even without trying. "I paid for sex the way I want it, plain and simple. That's how this works. I pay, you do what I want."

Ember found herself pulling her lips back, further baring her long fangs. "You paid for what we agreed to in the first place, not for me to do things we never discussed. If you wanted to call me names, spank me, and have me give you dominant titles, you should have mentioned that up front. I'm happy to dispense BDSM fantasies, but..."

A flicker of fear joined the sharpness of the anger on Ember's tongue, but Jet interrupted her, practically shouting, "No. I paid for sex to order, without all these tedious negotiating games. Why do you think I came to a whore?"

"Well you can go from this particular whore, because that is not how I operate. I would be happy to provide your every fantasy, but not if you can't respect that I am still a person, and not some kind of slave or toy." Her own anger was almost strong enough to drown out the taste of his and she took a step forward, her eyes narrowed and her ears pinned back.

Jet stepped back, his eyes wide. He gathered his outrage again, though, and spat, "I demand a refund," at her.

"Happily. The stallion at the front will give you back your bits. Now get out or I will throw you out." Ember knew the last was probably unnecessary, but she was mad enough to enjoy saying it.

Jet Set opened his mouth, as if to protest, and Ember gathered her magic, her horn glowing green. He closed his mouth and spun around to the door, yanking it open with his own magic and retreating rapidly.

Ember let her horn glow fade out and heaved a massive sigh of complete and utter frustration. Why did some ponies have to be such idiots?

I couldn't help but overhear the end of that, said Far's voice in her mind. I'm refunding that jackass now. Sorry you had to deal with him. I knew he was full of himself, but I didn't know he'd be that bad or I wouldn't have let him in at all.

Even your sight isn't perfect. And I'm not sure he's "that bad" exactly. I'm not traumatized, I'm irritated. If he would admit what he wants, he'd get it! I'd have been utterly delighted to be his submissive bitch princess. You know I love that kind of thing. I get asked to top so much more often, it's a delight to get somebody dominant in! And then sometimes they turn out like that and just ruin everything for both of us. It's so damn frustrating!

Far's chuckled was clear, even if it was purely mental. Poor little subby bug queen. You're all worked up now, aren't you?

Yeees! Ember almost whined it. It wasn't fair.

Well, it's been a few weeks since we did much together, I could just about get in the mood, said Far teasingly.

Yes! Please? Pleasepleasepleaseplease?

I see I have you begging already.

Ember giggled. Do I need to grovel too? I can kiss hooves very well.

Far laughed again, both out loud and mentally. Maybe later on. Let me just close up here for the night.

Ember practically dove for the toy closet and started hauling out boxes of various kinky gear. A few minutes later Far Gaze stepped into the bedroom and grinned at the scatter of cuffs and floggers Ember was spreading out around her. "Should I get the changeling sized sets, or the pony-sized ones?"

Far chuckled. "Changeling, I think. Whatever issues your ex-client may have had, I don't mind dominating a mare who's taller than me."

Ember couldn't help but laugh at that. She set out sorting out all the restraints sized for her natural form. They'd all had to be specially made, there just wasn't enough demand for things sized to fit a changeling queen. They didn't get that much use, given how seldom she bottomed, though she did occasionally break them out when Princess Celestia came in for a session. Now, though, she was more than pleased to get to use them for the purpose for which they'd been purchased.

"Let's start with the most important part," said Far, his violet field lifting a collar from the pile Ember had assembled. "Now, kneel down."

Ember gave a happy sigh. "Yes, sir." She sank to her knees and arched her neck, lowering her head. Far buckled the broad black strap around her throat with practiced ease. They did not play often, but they'd been together for a long time, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He bent and gave a spot just above the buckle a little nip, and Ember let out a soft whimper of wonderful submission.

Far smiled. "Now, be a good girl and hold your hooves out."

There was something in that smile, and in the feel she got from Far, both through their bond and from the taste of his emotions. He'd stepped into that place where he was very much the king, and she was there for his pleasure alone. Ember immediately obeyed and held her hooves out. Far wrapped a set of hobbles around them, buckling the straps down snugly.

Ember sighed softly, slipping further into her submissive mindset, even as Far stepped further into his dominance. He put a hoof on her withers and shoved sideways, rolling her onto her side on the floor, then grabbed her hind hooves in his magic. She let out a soft whimper but didn't struggle at all as he strapped a second set of hobbles around her ankles, connecting them together. He did not, though, then tie them to her forehooves as she half expected he might.

"Let's see... I think at least one more thing." Far picked up a bridle, and Ember tipped her head back and opened her mouth for it without even being told. "Good girl," he said, and slipped the bit between her teeth. A moment later he had the straps buckled around her head. He gave the reins a little tug, and another whimper, slightly muffled now by the bit, escaped Ember.

She was breathing fast, her heart racing as she thought of what was to come. Submission always aroused her, but submission to Far, her first and closest love, was something special. It went beyond the physical in ways that were hard to explain. She practically vibrated with need, not even truly sexual need, but submissive need to please him any way she could.

Of course the sexual need was there as well. Her pussy was already soaking wet, far moreso than it had ever gotten with the now-departed customer, and she felt a wonderful ache of desire centered there but humming through her entire being.

It would be much too simple, and much less satisfying, though, if Far jumped straight to quenching that fire. Instead he stoked it, pulling her to her hooves where she could only stand a little awkwardly with them hobbled together as they were. He pulled back the reins hard, making her arch her head back, and his magic lifted her tail. A moment later the reins had been looped around her dock. When she lowered her head to a slightly more comfortable position it pulled her tail upward, exposing her.

Far circled her, reaching out frequently with one hoof to run it along the firm yet flexible surface of her chitin. His every touch was like lightning, sending electrifying waves of pleasure through her. She yearned to lean into those caresses, yet if she lost her balance with her hooves hobbled, she would fall over, so she didn't quite dare. The frisson of desire and inability that ran along her nerves was intense.

She let out a yelp and nearly fell over as Far suddenly slapped her rear hard. It didn't sting the way it would have over pony hide, but she could still feel the impact of his hoof. He slapped her again on the other side, delivering a firm spank of his hoof. Ember yelped again, and Far chuckled. "Now what shall I do with this helpless changeling queen?" He slapped her rump again, almost idly, and grinned at her squeak. "I think I have an idea." He pulled her head down a bit, arching her tail almost uncomfortably high, and whispered in her ear, "I think I'm going to make you my bitch. What do you think of that?"

Ember whined around the bit, not able to speak clearly and not able to form a coherent thought to voice even if she'd been able to. Far laughed and nipped her ear roughly. She whimpered again.

"I think I want you up on the bed, bitch queen. Up you get." There was a note of sadism in Far's mind, and in his voice. Ember looked at the tall bed, and at her own closely hobbled hooves. She waddled awkwardly over to it, able to take only the smallest of steps. Getting up on the bed was even more awkward, and Far simply stood back and watched her struggle, an amused smile on his face, but finally she succeeded.

She lay sprawled awkwardly on her stomach, panting, partly with exertion but mostly with desire. Far stood back, looking at her, for another long moment, and she started squirming, whimpering needily around the bit. He gave a low chuckle. "You're a very eager slut, my bitch queen."

Ember folded her ears back and whined again. Far grinned at her. "You'll have to wait a moment longer, I'm afraid." He went over to the pile of toy boxes and rummaged around. When he came back a large, purple anal plug was floating in his magic. He retrieved a bottle of lube from the bedside table and set about applying it to the plug. Ember watched him over her shoulder, somewhat awkwardly since every motion of her head pulled her tail about. It was terribly distracting, especially given what was about to go just beneath her tail.

Far gave her rump another slap, then pushed the tip of the plug up under her tail. Ember gasped and squirmed as it started to enter her. As it sank deeper, spreading her further, she started to bite down on the hard rubber of the bit. The widest part of it was almost too wide and it stretched her enough to hurt a little. She whined again, trying very hard not to squirm away from it as Far continued to relentlessly sink it into her. Finally the widest part was past and the rest slipped in easily, settling into place with the broad base of it making a bright patch of color beneath her tail.

"You're halfway stuffed," said Far, stroking and rubbing her rump. She whined again, clenching around the plug, feeling it fill her. She loved the sensation, but even more than that, she loved what she knew would be coming.

Far climbed into the bed and moved to a mounting position over her. She wanted to spread her legs wide for him, but they were hobbled together and she couldn't. All she could do was squirm and writhe beneath him, letting out more little eager whines of need. Far pushed his hips against her rump and she felt his cock rub along her pussy, the hot hardness of it wonderful. She moaned and tried to squirm to position herself for him, but he didn't cooperate at all, he just ground his hips against her, rubbing his cock to her but not letting the tip get anywhere near her entrance. She whined again, a sound of disappointment.

"Do you want something, little bitch queen?"

Another whine and a nod of her head that made her tail bob around were all she could give in response.

"What's that? I'm afraid I can't tell what you want." Far was grinning evilly. Through their link Ember knew perfectly well that he was as eager as she, but he liked teasing her, getting her worked up as much as possible.

Ember whined again and tried to speak around the bit. "Fwease..."

"Hmm? Are you trying to say something?"

"Fwease," repeated Ember, squirming more, trying to somehow get herself positioned to take Far's cock. "Fwease, fuch mph."

"Hmm. I suppose that sounded a bit like 'Please fuck me.' I'm not sure though..."

Ember whimpered, the sound full of frustrated desire, and tried futilely to enunciate around the bit. "Fwease! Fwease fuch mph!"

"I still can't understand a word. But I suppose that a slutty bitch like you probably does want to get fucked."

Ember nodded rapidly, letting out another needy whine.

Far chuckled and shifted, pulling his hips back. Ember felt the tip of his cock pressing against her pussy as he guided it with his magic. And then he was pushing into her, filling her amazingly, the anal plug making her far tighter than normal. Far's cock seemed to touch every single nerve, every possible pleasure center, as it pushed further and further in. She let out a loud moan of utter bliss, feeling already on the edge of climax. Far moaned too as he sank into her tight pussy, grinding his hips to hers as he hilted so that he could push in as deeply as possible.

The second moan that escaped around the bit was even louder, for Far had pushed against her cervix, sending a jolt of amazing pleasure/pain through her. She pushed her rump back against him, wanting more of that amazing sensation, but instead he pulled back, withdrawing from her almost entirely. Then he leaned forward and bit the base of her mane, just above the collar, and yanked on it roughly. She yelped, and he let go and laughed. "I am going to fuck you into the ground, my bitch queen. And there's nothing you can do to stop me, so it's a good thing you're such a slut."

Ember's breath caught, and then she gasped as he slammed back into her, thrusting in deep and hard. He didn't pause, hesitate, or tease any further, he just made good on his word and fucked her, exactly the way she loved best. She moaned and writhed shamelessly under him, pleasure spiraling rapidly upward. Her body tensed, and she squeezed down harder on Far's cock, which only drove him to take her all the more roughly.

A moment later she let out a breathless cry and came hard, the pleasure in her pussy exploding outward to wash over her whole body and spill through her mental link to Far. He paused for a heartbeat, feeling it, then growled softly and started thrusting again, not relenting in the least. Ember felt the purely physical pleasure of her orgasm fade, but the mental pleasure of pleasing Far only grew as he continued to take her. She moaned beneath him as he pounded into her. It didn't matter that she'd come and was unlikely to come again so soon, having him take her still felt wonderful. Eventually his thrusts grew shorter, more jerky, but if anything even harder and more primal, and she knew from that and from the feel of him, the taste of him, that he was near his own peak.

She clenched her inner muscles again, squeezing down on his cock, wanting his pleasure even more than she'd wanted her own. Her mind was absolutely on fire with need and desire, and the taste of lust mixed with love that hung thick in the air was the sweetest ambrosia she could imagine.

Then Far came at last, and Ember felt a wave of pleasure go through her, partly traveling through their link, but also partly made of an intense satisfaction at having finally pleased her first and greatest love.

Nothing that intense can last, of course, and the emotions Ember both felt and tasted began to slowly ebb as the pair lay still tied together by Far's slowly softening cock. As it began to slip from her, Ember heaved a massive, contented sigh.

After a long, relaxed silence Far said, "That idiot unicorn missed out on a very good thing."

Ember chuckled softly. Her magic wrapped around the bridle and unbuckled it so that she could spit out the bit. "Indeed. Yet I find I don't mind at all. As much as I love working with my customers, I love you more, Far."

Far squeezed Ember gently with his forehooves. "I love you too, Ember. I always will."

Author's Note

This chapter was sponsored by a kind person who wishes to remain anonymous. Thank you!