The night air over Canterlot held a hint of distant rain. The wind was turning brisk, and clouds on the horizon heralded a summer thunderstorm to come. Midnight Storm inhaled, savoring the scent of his namesake, and let out a sigh of soft regret. Riding the wind amid thunder and lightning was one of the thestral’s favorite things. He envied the pegasi who must be out there, shepherding the dark clouds along, who’d get to experience the excitement of a night storm atop Canterlot.

If he’d checked the weather schedule and seen the storm tonight he might have made his appointment for a different night. But he’d worked hard to psych himself up for this, and as tempting as his favorite weather was, he wasn’t going to bail out now.

So instead of staying aloft to watch the clouds cover the moon, he circled down, scanning the streets below, seeking the one he wanted. A speck of red light guided him the final distance, and he landed in a narrow alley, in front of an unassuming door with a red lantern glowing beside it.

Inside was a comfortable sitting room, with a purple stallion behind a modest desk. A mousy-looking tan mare was standing, chatting with the stallion, seeming quite casual. She gave Storm a glance, then said, “I should be going, really. You know how it is.”

“Always busy, yes. See you next week, then.”

“Of course.” She leaned over and kissed the purple stallion on the cheek, then trotted past Storm and was gone.

The stallion turned his gaze on Storm and gave him a polite smile. “Welcome to Ember’s. Ember is just finishing a little cleanup, she’ll be ready in a few minutes. Have a seat.”

“Okay.” Storm felt his stomach clench as he settled on a couch to wait. He wasn’t quite a virgin, but he felt as nervous as one all the same. He’d been torn between fantasizing about tonight and fearing it every since he’d made the appointment. That in and of itself only added to his nervousness. Surely he should be purely excited? He was going to have sex with somebody who was rumored to be the best—and kinkiest—escort in all of Canterlot. And she was a changeling too! He couldn’t quite put a hoof on what it was about changelings, but as soon as he’d learned that fact about Ember, he’d know that Ember’s was the place he’d go to get the experience—and hopefully the confidence that came with it—that he lacked.

Storm squirmed, thinking more about changelings. He could remember the first time he’d seen one, during the Canterlot invasion, and though he’d been terrified, he’d been captivated as well. He’d seen one of the guard unicorns glued to a lamppost right in front of him, and ever since that moment he'd found himself wondering what that would be like. He knew that was a strange train of thought, and he tried to not dwell on it too much, but right now it was inevitable, considering he was about to see a changeling again, if in very different circumstances.

“You can go in now,” said the stallion at the desk, making Storm jump. Dear Luna, why was he so nervous? He was just going to try to be a bit more of a proper stallion, that was all. His father would have been delighted.

Getting to his hooves, Storm rolled his eyes at himself. He was not going to think about his father while having hopefully hot and kinky sex with an incredibly sexy changeling.

Inside the door, the next room proved to be a parlor as well, but this one decorated in cool tones that harmonized with the being who lounged on a chaise within.

“Welcome,” she said, giving him a sharp-fanged smile that was nevertheless warm and friendly. “Come, make yourself comfortable.”

Storm swallowed. She looked amazing. Glossy, deep charcoal chitin, pierced with those holes that somehow made changelings seem sharp, dangerous, inequine, and with the sheer, filmy cascade of her mane falling from the base of a spiked and jagged horn… He found himself worrying that he might be showing his interest indecently, and for a moment tried to climb up onto the couch opposite her while hiding his growing erection, but thinking, with a blush, that she was here to cause that kind of reaction, and probably would be flattered.

Whether she was or wasn’t, she only smiled as he gingerly settled himself. “So, what can I do for you this evening? Midnight Storm, yes? ”

“Yes, ma’am. Uhm. I, ah…” He hesitated, trying to find the right words for the reason he’d come.

“I can assure you that no request is taboo, here. There are a few things I won’t do, but none I mind being asked, I assure you.”

Storm tilted his head. “What won’t you do?”

“Anything without full consent. Helping someone cheat when I can taste their love for their partner. Anything that would require me to send for a healer or doctor afterward. And I have a few reservations and exercise extra care with things such as age-play, since I do not want to encourage later harm to real foals by acting as if sex with one is acceptable. I also, of course, insist on making it perfectly clear that I take partial payment in emotional energy, in addition to the bits you have paid. I’m no longer the cheapest whore in Canterlot these days, but I still charge less than most who do shall we say ‘specialized’ services.”

“I understand that. And I don’t want anything to do with foals.” Storm shook his head firmly.

“I’m sure not.” Ember smiled. “Forgive me for bringing it up, the topic has been on my mind a bit of late. But come, tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Uhm. Just…getting experience, I guess. Getting more comfortable. Feeling more…in charge? Like a stallion?” Storm felt flushed again. He was echoing the words of his father, and also of the friends who’d suggested he come here, but he couldn’t think how else to put it.

“Sexual experience in general, or something more specific?”

“Well, I don’t know. I have some thoughts about, uhm, kinks, a little. But I guess mostly just sexual experience.”

Ember nodded, still smiling gently. “So then, I assume you want to try out being the, ah, ‘stallion in charge’ and take a dominant role during sex, rather than the other way around?”

Storm frowned faintly, feeling puzzled. The other way around? Stallions were the ones in charge during sex, they mounted and took a mare, that was just how it worked, wasn’t it? Though his mind was able to immediately present him an image of Ember atop him, pinning him down with her greater size. He pushed that aside. That was only because she was so tall, it didn’t mean anything. He could still be in charge even though he was shorter than she was.

“Yes,” he said. Ember was looking at him with a questioning expression, so he added, “I want to be in charge.”

“Well, I do enjoy that sort of session.” She gave him a smile. “So, do you want to include any kinks, any extras, anything besides sex itself?”

“Uhm. I don’t know, should I?”

Ember, still smiling, shook her head. “You’re hiring me to please you. I’m here to do whatever you like, so long as we negotiate what that entails beforehoof. There is no ‘should’ here. You just tell me what you want, and I’ll do my best to please you. If that means acting the sexily subservient mare to your aggressively dominant stallion, then that’s what it means. If you want something else, you have only to ask.”

“That… That sounds like what I want, yes.” Storm nodded. Getting confidence in being the aggressively dominant stallion was exactly what he was here for.

“Then that is what we shall do. Is there any particular form you’d like me to take for this?”

“Er. No, I can’t think of any.” Storm still felt flushed. Should he have? There were plenty of pony celebrities he’d thought of as hot, maybe he should name one for her?

“Then perhaps my usual mare’s form would do?” Green fire swirled over Ember, and when it cleared there was a mare there, slender but with a generous rump, and entirely blue, deep blue coat, lighter blue mane, soft, pale blue eyes with long lashes. She looked at him shyly from under the fall of her mane. “Is this alright?”

“Yeah,” he said, though he was honestly a little bit disappointed to see all that gorgeous black chitin go away.

“I can change back if you prefer?”

Storm almost said yes, but the idea of trying to mount Ember as she’d been was instantly far too intimidating. This would be easier, even if it didn’t send those same odd shivers down his spine. “No, this is fine.”

“Excellent.” Ember smiled, and it was just as warm, if much less sharp, than it had been. She rose from the chaise and turned towards a second door, swishing her tail flirtatiously at him. “Shall we retire to my bedroom, then?”

“Yeah,” said Storm, flushing all over again as he climbed off of the couch. He was still half-erect, and he watched her rump as she walked, licking his lips. She was plenty sexy, and he knew that if he hadn’t been so nervous he probably would already have been ready to go.

In the luxurious bedroom Ember climbed into the big bed and beckoned for Storm to follow.

Storm did so, but when Ember arranged herself seductively beside him and looked at him under lowered lashes, he knew he was supposed to take over now, and his heart started pounding with a feeling all too close to panic. His erection vanished entirely, swallowed up in his worry. What was he even supposed to do now? Shame mixed with fear. He couldn’t even be a proper stallion with a willing mare right here in front of him.

Ember immediately dropped the seductive look. “There’s no need to be nervous. I promise, I won’t be upset with you, whatever you want to do next.”

“Sorry.” Storm didn’t even know exactly what he was apologizing for. “Just… I don’t know.”

“It’s fine. It really is. I’m here to make you feel good, I don’t expect anything in particular from you. You can even choose to go, if you’d rather, or just to cuddle. There are no expectations here.”

“But I want… I mean, I don’t just want to cuddle.”

“Would it help if I did something different? You mentioned being interested in kink, I could be more submissive. We could role play a little resistance, if that would help you get in the mood?

“No!” Storm realized that had been far to vehement, and he felt himself flushing. He tucked his wings tightly in to his body, trying to look composed and calm.

“You’re worried about something. Whatever it is, I won’t mind. I see all kinds of ponies here, who want all kinds of things. I know there’s something that gets your interest, I’ve tasted arousal on you tonight.” She smiled reassuringly at him.

Storm felt himself squirming again next to her, trying to find any words that might be useful at all, and feeling like an awkward colt, not a stallion grown. “I… I don’t know.”

“When you felt turned on tonight… You were when you first saw me. What was it about seeing me that caught your interest?”

“You’re a changeling,” blurted Storm, unthinkingly.

“Ah. I see.” Green fire flared again, and suddenly the giant changeling queen was beside him, not the slender mare. Storm swallowed, interest roaring back, though it didn’t drive the nervousness away. Stars above, though, she was enticing.

“Mmm, there it is. Your lust tastes delicious. I would love to taste more of it. So tell me, what is it about this form that gets you worked up? Why changelings?”

“Uhm.” Storm flushed. “I guess, it was seeing the invasion. There were all these ponies, and they were all, uhm, helpless.”

“Helpless. Now that’s an interesting word.” Ember’s jagged horn was suddenly glowing, and Storm found himself pinned to the bed in the grip of an irresistible magic. He gasped, squirming, trying to struggle against it, and didn’t move at all.

Oh stars.

“There we are. That’s much, much better. Just look at you.” Ember smiled, still kindly, but with those dangerous fangs. Storm, looking down, saw that he was suddenly erect, his cock fully out of its sheath. His cheeks were hot with embarrassment, but he couldn’t help himself.

“I think, perhaps, that maybe I should be the one taking charge here, not you.”

“But…” Storm swallowed, feeling another flare of shame.

“But?” said Ember calmly, tilting her head to one side.

“But I’m a stallion.”

“Oh, my poor little helpless dear. Being a stallion, or a mare for that matter, has nothing to do with who takes charge. Trust me on this one. I see all sorts of different ponies, who want all sorts of different things, and there are a great many stallions who want to be the more submissive partner during sex, and many mares who want to be the dominant one. Gender has nothing whatsoever to do with that.”

Storm blinked up at her, feeling surprised.

“Come now. Surely you know that there are ponies who like the same sex as themselves. How do you think paired stallion couples work it out? Do they fight for who gets to be on top, when one of them is interested in such dynamics, do you think?” She grinned. “No, of course not. Who takes charge is an individual thing, it’s not a fixed role assigned along with your gender or your genitals or anything else.”

“Oh.”

“I have proof of that right here.” Ember’s magic brushed along Storm’s cock, a faint warmth and pressure, and he gasped. “See?” she said. “You are turned on by being helpless. That is a quite simple fact. And if you permit me to, I am going to take shameless advantage of that. I’ll give you all your wildest fantasies, if you let me.”

“I… Uhmm…”

“You can say no. I do insist on consent, and I won’t mind if this is all too much for you right now. But there is no shame in saying yes to being the toy of a mare. I promise.”

Storm swallowed hard, but nodded. With her looming over him, still holding his body in her magic, he was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. How could he deny what he felt right this moment? “Yes. Yes, that’s what I want.”

“Wonderful! Now, let’s have a little chat. What is it, exactly, that you dream about? In those private moments, masturbating alone, perhaps, when there’s nobody around to tell you silly things about what stallions should like, what is it that runs through your mind?”

Storm swallowed again. There was a heavy feeling of shame lurking in the back of his mind, but how could he refuse to speak those secret desires when Ember was right here, insisting it was okay, and looking more sexy than anything he’d ever seen in his life? “I think about being…a pet, like, or a slave. Wearing a collar, being…property, having to serve a mare. Having to do what she wants, whether I like it or not. Being forced into…all kinds of things.”

“I see. Is that all, or is there more?”

“The helpless thing, I guess. I think about being tied up, or being stuck in changeling slime, or being held in magic, like this, and a mare just…fucking me. Just climbing on and using me.” Storm gave a shiver, his wings twitching.

Ember chuckled. “That all sounds like a lot of fun to me.” Her magic released him, and Storm felt a flicker of disappointment. “So,” said Ember, climbing out of the bed, “Why don’t we get a few things to help your fantasies become reality?”

Curious, Storm couldn’t help but slide out of the bed and peer after her as she went to a door that proved to lead to a large walk-in closet, lined with shelves. These were full of boxes, and Ember immediately pulled one down. “Hmm.” She pulled out a strip of leather in her magic, and held it up next to Storm, where he sat peering into the closet.

“Not quite. Let’s try this one.”

He realized it was a collar, and felt his cock give a little twitch. Oh sweet moon above, this couldn’t be real. This was something out of a wet dream, things like this didn’t happen in real life.

“That looks about right.” Ember pulled out another box, and from that emerged several neatly coiled lengths of rope. “There. I believe these will do. Now…” Ember looked at Storm, her fangs bared in a practically predatory grin. “Get back there by the bed and get down on your haunches like a nice little pet.” When Storm, still not quite believing this was real, didn’t instantly respond, she added, more sharply, “Go on, get.”

Oh stars.

Storm got, and tucked his hind legs under him, sitting like a dog with wings folded tight, very aware of the cock that stood up against the curve of his belly as he did.

Ember dropped the ropes at the foot of the bed, but held the collar up in her magic. It was of black leather, with a silver buckle and a dangling O-ring half way along.

“Head down,” said Ember in a commanding tone, and Storm lowered his head without even thinking about it. His cock gave another twitch.

Ember slipped the collar around his neck and buckled it on.

Storm felt a shudder go through him. His cock was rock hard by how, almost hard enough to ache. Stars above this was amazing. How had he ever thought there was anything wrong with wanting this?

“Now you’re my nice little pet. Are you going to be nice for me? Are you going to obey?”

“Uhm. Y-yes ma’am,” stammered Storm.

“Good boy.”

Storm felt another shudder run down his spine. Just those two words felt far too good.

Ember climbed back into the bed, and her magic gave Storm’s collar a tug. She had sprawled out on her back, and as Storm climbed up she spread her legs. He stared at her, taking in the sight of her. It was odd, since she seemed to have a stallion-like sheath lying against her belly, but it was small and had no balls, and below it was the soft greenish blush of her vulva, already visibly damp.

“Tell me, my lovely, obedient pet, have you ever pleasured a mare orally before?”

“Uhm. No, ma’am.”

“Would you like me to tell you how to?”

Storm immediately nodded eagerly. “Yes, ma’am.” Something that had seemed so intimidating became suddenly simple, easy, when doing it at Ember’s command.

“Good boy.” Ember gave another little tug on his collar, and Storm followed it, climbing into the bed and settling himself between Ember’s hind legs. The next tug pulled his head down. “Lick over the outer lips,” said Ember firmly.

With a thrill at both the order and the act itself, Storm drew his tongue over Ember, tasting a faintly acrid, faintly sweet, deeply musky flavor.

“Mmm, yes,” said Ember, reaching down to stroke his mane. The thrill Storm felt deepened, yet also mellowed somehow. What he was doing was almost relaxing, even as it was exciting. He licked again and again, pressing his tongue harder with each stroke, tasting more of Ember.

“Very good, yes, like that,” said Ember, her hoof gripping his mane, encouraging him to continue. He let out a muffled sound of pleasure, reveling in the way she was commanding him, the way her hoof held him, the way she seemed to have all power over him. The taste was strange, but the experience was amazing.

“Now, my dear pet, please try to find my clit. It’s a nice little bump, between the outer lips, at the top of the inner lips. Pull me open just a bit with your hooves to see it, then lick right over it. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, ma’am, said Storm, his muzzle hovering over her for a moment so he could reply. Then he obeyed, shifting so that he could use his hooves to gently pull apart the flexible chitin and soft, greenish flesh of her outer lips to reveal the damp, green-blushed folds deeper within. At the top, nestled there, he saw a button of flesh, irregularly shaped but standing out, flushed even darker green, that had to be what she meant. He lowered his head and cautiously lapped at it. It tasted of the same musk, tempered with a hint of bitterness and a hint of sweet, and Ember made a soft sound of pleasure as his tongue washed over it.

“Yes, just like that, do that again.”

Storm didn’t reply, he only obeyed, licking over Ember’s clit a second time.

Ember moaned, spreading her legs wider and lifting her hips. Storm felt an intense shiver run down his spine at this evidence that he was pleasing her. He redoubled his efforts, lapping in quick, repeated strokes across Ember’s clit. That seemed to be the right thing to do, or at least not the wrong thing, for she moaned again, bucking her hips up to each stroke.

“Don’t stop,” said Ember breathlessly. Storm shivered again. He could feel his own cock hardening further. Being made to please Ember seemed like his wildest, most secret fantasy come true.

Ember’s hoof, which had loosened its grip on his mane, tightened again, and she held his head down as he continued to lick at her. His mouth of was full of the taste of her, nostrils full of the scent of her, mind overwhelmed with the experience of serving her.

Just when he began to get used to what he was doing, Ember pulled his head back. “That’s enough of that, my pet,” she said.

He felt a stab of dismay, but then she grabbed his collar again and yanked him over onto his side, and that made his heart race again. He felt almost high with it, floating incredulously on a rush of something he could only call submission. She held him helpless, and he was hers.

“Let’s try something else. Stay right there.”

Storm froze, feeling rooted on the spot. He tried to not even twitch a muscle, but he couldn’t help but tilt his head to see Ember, who’d climbed out of the bed to retrieve the coils of rope she’d left beside the bed.

“I know you mentioned changeling resin, but cleaning it up is such a chore, so I hope you won’t mind if I substitute rope?”

“Er…” Storm found it hard to find words, but he managed. “No, not at all, it’s fine.”

“Marvelous.” Ember’s grin was positively predatory, and not only because of the fangs. Her magic closed over Storm, manipulating him easily, pushing him around on the bed until she had him positioned where she wanted him. The further helplessness of that, the way should could use him like a toy, only fanned Storm’s desire higher. He thought he might burst if this kept up.

Ember expertly tied his forelegs to the bedframe, which had definitely been designed with that sort of thing in mind. His hind hooves she left free, but as her magic let go of him finally, he knew he still definitely wasn’t going anywhere. He found himself panting, pulling and squirming, almost struggling, wings spreading and beating against the bedspread. It wasn’t that he wanted to escape, though, it was that struggling and being unable to escape was part of the thrill, somehow.

A soft chuckle made him halt, and he looked up at Ember, who sat beside him on the bed now. “Be still, pet,” she said gently, and he froze once more.

Her eyes swept up and down him, taking in his still-trembling body, his awkwardly spread wings, and his cock, which stood straight up from its sheath, the dark flesh streaked with a sheen of pre that leaked from the head of it.

“Very nice,” she said, still smiling. That predatory look was still there. “Very…tasty.” She moved closer, and bent down, her breath blowing over Storm’s cock. He shuddered, letting out a tiny, involuntary whimper of need.

Her tongue ran up the length of it, and Storm gasped and came in a sudden rush of unexpected pleasure, mixed with an immediate shame. His mind couldn’t help but supply the thought that real stallions could last longer than two seconds.

“Oh, good boy,” said Ember, and he felt his mind stumbling to a complete halt, all thought totally erased. What? “Such a good boy, coming for me like that. I’m very flattered, it’s high praise from my handsome little pet.”

“Uhm… I…”

“Shh, there’s no need to speak. You’re my toy right now. You’re for my use, and all you need to do is please me.” Her magic brushed over him again, warmth and pressure and a faint tingle. It cleaned the mess he’d painted his belly with away neatly, and when that was done Ember bent her head and lapped up the length of his sheath. Storm gasped, not having expected that.

“Such a good boy,” crooned Ember. “Come now, get ready for me again. I know you can. You can’t do anything else. I have you, and I’ll keep you until I’ve had every single part of you.”

Ember continued to lick and nuzzle at his sheath, and Storm found himself responding, his cock slowly emerging and hardening again. Ember continued to murmur soft words of praise for him, or perhaps for his cock, between licks. Finally she lapped over the head of it, then sat back.

“There. I knew you could do it. Such a fine cock my pet has. I think it will fill me up nicely.”

Storm swallowed hard, holding completely still, even holding his breath, his wings no longer fluttering against the bedspread. Then, Ember did in fact do exactly as she’d said she would, climbing atop him, her magic once more gripping his cock, this time to guide it to the warmth of her pussy.

He groaned as she sank down on him, and she did too, letting out a long sound of pleasure. “Oh yes. Oh, such a good little pet. You feel so good.”

Storm could only groan again as Ember ground down onto him, taking every inch of his cock inside her. It felt amazing, and the things she was saying! The way she was just taking him! It was even better than his half-formed fantasies had been. She began to move, setting up a slow but steady rhythm, and he lifted his hips to match her, thrusting up into her, unable to help himself. He was all instinct and desire now, thoughts fading away as he let his body respond to what Ember was doing. Pleasure rose up in him, heated desire once more building. His forelegs pulled at the ropes binding them, his wings spread out, his hind hooves pushed at the blankets as he bucked up into her.

“Mmm, yes,” moaned Ember. Through half-lidded eyes he saw that she was touching herself, stroking with a hoof just above where his cock entered her. Her inner walls tightened on him and the pace of her movements above him increased. “Yes…” Her tone was breathless, and then with a soft, gasping cry she pushed herself down on him one more time, body tensed around him, no longer thrusting, but shuddering, wings trembling, and utter bliss rushed through Storm as he realized she was coming atop him.

After a long moment Ember relaxed, letting out a sigh. “Very good pet,” she said, her voice contented and drowsy. Then she drew in a breath and straightened, and Storm felt her inner muscles clench on his cock again. “Now, pets who please their owners so well deserve to be rewarded.” She started rocking atop him again, smiling down at him, and he could do nothing but respond once more, thrusting up into her with near-mindless pleasure.

“Good boy,” she said. “Good pet. I can taste how close you are. Come for me now. Come on, my good little pet.”

“Ah!” Storm couldn’t hold back the cry, or the rush of pleasure that went through him. He gave another hard thrust up into Ember, and then one more as she met it, pressing down to him, grinding her hips to his, and then he came hard, mind blanking completely as his cock twitched and pumped inside Ember.

After a wonderful eternity, he relaxed beneath her, some semblance of coherent thought returning.

Ember bent over him and planted a kiss on the tip of his muzzle. “You seemed to enjoy that, little pet.” Her tone was warmly amused.

Storm couldn’t quite gather his wits still, so all he could do was mumble, “Oh yeah,” in response. Ember only chuckled softly and climbed off of him. Her magic began undoing the ropes that held him tied, and Storm pulled his forelegs down with a low groan. His shoulders ached from holding the unnatural position, and his pasterns were sore from where he’d pulled hard on the ropes around them.

“I’m glad,” said Ember as he began to climb out of the bed. “I hope it was everything you’ve dreamed about, or as close to such dreams as reality can come.”

“It was better than my dreams,” said Storm.

“What a compliment!” Ember smiled happily at him. “But also, what a mess.” She laughed. “Care to shower with me? I’ll have to take the collar off, leather doesn’t do well with water, but you can be a nice little pet and help me wash, if you like. Your session isn’t out of time yet.”

“That sounds great,” said Storm. He followed Ember towards the shower, feeling filled with a wonderful, warm afterglow, though admittedly also very sticky, and sore in some odd places. He thought, as he walked behind her, that he had been an utter fool to fear his fantasies. Thank the stars above and the blessed Lady Luna that Ember had been able to show him that he didn’t need to worry, that a mare could take charge of a stallion.

He stepped into the shower, ready to serve Ember more, and felt like everything was suddenly right in the world. He’d been so nervous, with so little confidence, sure he could never be stallion enough to please a mare. How strange the world from only a few hours ago suddenly seemed. He didn’t need to be “stallion enough”, he only needed to be who he was.

Author's Note

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