Soothing The Broken Heart
Entering the drunk mare's apartment, I can't help noticing the thick scent in the air. It's the heavy smell of stale sweat and socks mixed with bagged sandwiches, something more associated with an apartment of a pony used to being alone rather than the gorgeous Nightguard mare I picked up at the Lucky Horseshoe.
I could go on about why I did or more likely had to do that but for now it's much better to just focus on her slowly swinging her red tail braided into one very thin strand. I've known her only for over a week and yet I'm absolutely sure that the patches of wet fur on her inner thighs are from her thinking about our incoming evening.
I know very little about her except that she's a hoof-to-hoof combat teacher in the Canterlot castle and princess Luna's personal bodyguard. She's also the ex-marefriend of my current best friend.
Once again, I could bother with answering why she's in this position but it would be much better to just let the eyes wander from the dripping wet slit, promising to easily accomodate me just minutes later and messing up her thighs more and more, upwards to the raised ring of black skin begging me to stick my tongue inside and watch the black batpony shiver in anticipation.
She notices my stare and gives me a chance to appreciate her bounty closer by taking a step back and swishing her tail, making it wrap around my neck. She's smaller than me, most ponies are smaller than griffons, but right now she's got me on a leash and I'm willing to obey every word her sweet voice might impart on me.
My heavy breathing is the only sound audible in the apartment and I can feel her moist pussy twitch as the tail wrapped around me forces me closer and my breath brushes it. The scent of alcohol, sweat and something sharp reminding me of spices used home in the deserts of the Griffon Empire is strong enough to make me choke on my saliva. While the deserts are dry though, her privates are filled with enough slick fluid to soothe a parched throat. My body acts on its own according to some primal instinct and accepts the invitation. Opening my beak, my pointy tongue laps at a little sticky string clinging to her pussy lips.
The taste makes me open my eyes wide. The tongue tells me it's slightly bitter but here, inside my mouth, it intoxicates the brain and turns sweeter than honey. I moan slightly as her tail unwraps from my neck, drowning me in the desperate need to taste more. A little giggle is all I'm left with as the scent my body now craves like an addict begging for his favourite drug gets further and further away from my face. Breaking away from her perfect form, I realize that with the chuckle still ringing in my ears I'm also left with pressure focused on one point of my lower body, correction - two points, two spheres.
Being a bisexual allows me to admire my own erection but the glistening bead of precum brings back the recent memory of the mare's wetness, the pressure in me builds up and then my eyes follow the shiny string slowly descending from the tip of my cock to the carpet.
I was worried that with my size she might not be able to take me but now all I want is to ram myself inside her fit body as far as I can and let those muscles built by Nightguard training massage me inside.
I should focus on why I'm here and look for the journal but the batpony makes it impossible. There will be enough time for it later anyway. Now I can still admire the way her black coat, glued to her by melting snow, reflects the apartment light and how her muscles dance under her skin as she walks towards the bedroom, seemingly not paying me any attention but swaying her hips in a way making me forget to breathe.
During my short stay in Canterlot I've enjoyed the sight of pony plots every day, especially during Royal Guard training and while I love the ones that are round, full, and jiggle softly whenever their owner takes a step this one follows the same sleek style as the rest of her body and yes, it might not give in too much to my claws squeezing it, but I'm sure it will be tighter than a vice when I get to taste it for myself.
She doesn't tease me any longer and I'm finally aware of myself again. It wouldn't do to keep the lady waiting so I pull my jacket off, something necessary to keep the frost outside from getting too obnoxious, and examine the packet of condoms I had purchased previously when getting ready for the evening. My mistake becomes apparent when the rubber fails to fit me as they are made for ponies, not griffons.
Leaving the packet lying on the floor, I enter the bedroom, apology written on my face. Fortunately, my host doesn't care as she's lying on the bed already, legs spread apart. Seeing the black lips slightly parted, exposing the pink flower and the little heart-shaped button above it, is enough to make me go with the flow. After all, who knows whether batponies and griffons are even compatible. Kneading the muscles on her belly, I flick one of the little nipples on the way down and snicker as she twitches her leg in response.
The haze brought on by her spicy, yet sweet, smell comes again but I can keep my head this time and focus on slipping my tongue into every fold, every crease and even pecking the black lips from time to time, every harsh touch of the beak causing a sharp intake of air followed by a soft moan of the pain subsiding under a slow lick. One of my hands traces the muscles on my chest and goes lower to the shiny pink flesh of my griffonhood dripping a constant stream which creates a small and sticky puddle under me.
The tingle running through my taint tells me I should stop unless I want to splatter my energy all over the carpet right here and now. It's almost too difficult, almost but with all my self-control I trace a circle around the tip, relishing in the touch of the hard talon. Licking the pre from the claw, I smile at the heavy yet familiar and pleasant taste. My experience with many a male griffon tells me that the pre is much sweeter than the actual result and, I grin to myself in victory, tastier than the pony feast dripping hot fluid all over my beak.
Not inching away for a second, I leave a sticky trail around the tight pucker right under her pussy with my claw. Her breathing becomes ragged for a second as she bucks her hips against it, making the sharp talon spread her flesh a little. Not today, my little bat. With a long lick starting at the base of her tail, going upwards and trailing a circle of saliva around her anus, biting the pussy lips one last time just to hear her soft sqeak and know I own her here and now, I make sure the mare is gushing from her lower lips. Looking at her face, I see a tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth and a small puddle of drool underneath it.
I would say she's ready.
I'm not sure what she's used to so I take entering her slowly, at least to the point where the tip of my cock feels the velvety tingle of flesh parting around it on all sides. I can hold until about halfway through, having to fight my way through the tight tunnel, but then the increasing width of griffon privates prevails even over the stream of lubrication allowing me to go on and the pressure increases considerably.
She screams, bucking her hind legs wildly, and the movement makes my entire lower body melt into her heat. I won't last long this way but I don't care anymore. With her hind hooves wrapped around my behind and pushing me deeper into her I accept the invitation and spear her. I might not be longer than a pony but the base of my cock is wider and with one final push I bottom out inside her.
I think she doesn't even know I'm there anymore. Eyes rolled to the back of her head, she's panting and twitching, squeezing my flesh over and over. Slowly, I pull out and lie down on her, pressing myself against her belly and pushing her deep into the mattress. Her front legs lock around my back and her mouth presses against my beak. Confused for a moment, she lets her red eyes with slip pupils focus on mine. I answer by parting her lips with my opening beak and sliding the sharp tongue around hers. Pony tongues are flat and wide while mine is pointy and long, allowing me to taste the cocktails we drank not even half an hour ago from her saliva mixing with mine. Sugar, alcohol, and a slight touch of fruit are my guides around her mouth and she's answering my attempts with her front legs sending lightning through my body by going over the bruised spots left by Guard training.
Our sweat mixing and dripping on the bed, I'm so tightly locked in her embrace that can only move my hips and fill her body again. This time I'm too far to stop and I ram inside her, grinding my balls against her taint. I pull out and roughly slam her again, relishing in the gasps escaping her mouth that every movement brings. Picking up the pace, it doesn't take her long to find a rhytm and thrust against me to once again get her mind to blank out while her pussy is spread as wide as it can around the base of my cock.
Every part of my griffonhood being crushed inside her, I can't hold on anymore and cum while pulling out, leaving a white trail on her black coat. She slowly spreads her legs and wings and licks my face. Her quick breathing rustling my feathers, she smiles and pulls me back against her chest. Basking in the afterglow, I completely ignore my limp lower flesh pressed against her pussy and being glued to her coat by the white stream leaving her insides.
It doesn't take long and the night air becomes uncomfortable on our wet forms. At least on mine because my pony host is snoring softly, being warmed by my body covering her entirely. Kissing her softly, I pull a blanket over her and stand up, careful not to wake her up.
Now to find the damn journal.
"I hope you're not too wasted, buddy."
The unicorn walking by my side wobbles as if on clue and I have to steady him with my wing.
"Pfff, in my drinky days this wouldn't even phase me," Mistake grins at me and for a hundredth time I have to admire how his pearly whites contrast with the coal-black coat.
"Too bad, lightweight," I tease him, "can't outdrink a griffon twice your size now, can you?"
That is only partially true. Mistake is small for a stallion, not one of those skinny, girly ones though, but his endurance, at least at drinking, defies mere physical reasoning. I didn't want him to get wasted today anyway but it seems our evening went for a bit longer than expected.
I have something much more entertaining in mind.
"Care to go back to the Lucky Horseshoe and drink until my other eye goes blind?" he stumbles over a piece of cobblestone, "Whoa!"
My wings are large enough so with one wrapped around him, Mistake, losing balance, has only one way to lean. I don't twitch anymore when his side touches mine. I used to, before I got accustomed to how his body isn't as warm as anyone else's, but he's been through things noone should and his low body temperature doesn't bother me anymore. In fact, I find it calming like leaning against a cool stone wall on a hot summer day.
I push him tighter against me just to feel the movement of his muscles through the soft black fur.
"I was thinking more about spoiling you tonight."
"Huh?" he looks at me, pink eyes, one of them faded into wine-red proving the lack of sight, locking with my green ones.
As a response I push him forward with my white wing wrapped around him.
"Well, since our apartment doesn't have a bath or, among a lot of other things, decently sized bed I thought a night of luxury wouldn't go amiss once in a while."
I decide to keep the fact that I loved all the times he had to sleep in the one-pony bed in our apartment, griffon and pony squeezed together as tight as possible.
Getting him into the love hotel just few streets away is easy. I must admit I'm lucky he, and not some normal stallion, is my interest. Okay, unrequited love... possibly slightly requited by some small spark I want to grow into a full-fledged fire. He may have brushed my advances off as a joke before but not a single time it looked as if they bothered him. Knowing what I know now he probably didn't believe they could possibly be serious. A pony with self-confidence at freezing point could believe so.
The point is that tonight I will break any doubts about my intentions and, if I get lucky, his ass SO HARD THAT...
Calm down, calm down. This is his night to enjoy.
Just like that I ignore the pressure growing between my legs and guide the tipsy stallion towards a building looking like any other hotel in town but with a discrete red plaque directly above the entrance revealing the true purpose of the estabilishment.
The receptionist, a grey earthpony mare, smiles when I look at the rooms for rent picture by picture and Mistake props his chin on my back, his cobalt-blue mane tickling slightly. In the end I go for the cheesy picture of a heart-shaped bed with red velvet covers. The mare nods and as she walks away I let my eyes rest on her swaying plot.
My desire gets ahead of me and I brush off Mistake's head from my back, stretch my wings, and unceremoniously slide my taloned arm over his rump. He panically looks up at me and then at the receptionist looking for the right key. I grin deviously at Mistake and start kneading his buttcheek, enjoying the soft flesh easily giving in to the pressure and then the hard depths where muscles built by Royal Guard training and years of adventuring shape his body.
As one of my talons digs deeper a surprised squeak comes from the unicorn.
"You were saying?" the receptionist quickly turns her head.
"Nothing! S-sorry to bother you," Mistake's high-pitched voice and flushed face tell a tale the experienced love hotel worker can read without a problem. She chuckles and fishes out the correct key, "Enjoy yourselves, you two."
Mistake's blush deepens and while he just lowers his head I give the earthpony mare a wide smile which she returns. When she keeps looking at us walking to the stairs I sharply slap Mistake's butt. The 'EEP!', the panicked look around to the receptionist, and his rush up the stairs, are priceless.
"You didn't have to do that!" he objects as I point at the door that should lead us to our room.
"You're right, I didn't," I grin, "But take it like this, she stands there all evening and looks at couples that are a minute away from banging. She deserves a little show."
"I guess..."
Now there's a reaction I wasn't expecting. Could it be that the unsung hero of Equestria is a tad more submissive than I thought, or even hoped, he would be? Back in the Imperial border fortress where I shared a room with Harrison I usually was the bottom but something about the nervous unicorn stepping into the super-cheesy room just makes me want to hear him squeal.
Heart-shaped bed, heart-shaped pillows, heavy, sweet smell of roses everywhere...
"Okay seriously? Your taste should be thrown into a shark tank dropping from outer space into a volcano," Mistake facehoofs.
I am very, VERY tempted to agree.
"It didn't look as bad in the picture. Besides," I let a wing brush him from the head to his tail, making him shiver slightly, "my taste brought me to you."
His hooves drum on the carpet slowly.
"You could pick anypony, I know your way with words around mares. There has to be a lot of ponies interested in a night with a griffon."
That reaction was easy to expect.
"And I chose you, simple. I'm not going to push it further if you're uncomfortable. We can just have a bath and a good night's rest."
"The bath sounds great," he smiles, throws his saddle bags on the floor, and explores the doors leading out of the main room, leaving me unsure what's next. After a while his head pokes out of the bathroom, "Coming?"
The speed at which I clear the bathroom entrance would make a falling meteor shake a fist at me. Mistake is already standing in a bathtub big enough for a group of ponies, heart shaped, and he's checking out all the buttons around. There are three statues of stallions with gigantic erections around the tub which begin to squirt water as Mistake pushes something.
"I'm not sure whether to be aroused or horrified," he comments, poking the brass stallions.
"Pick one, I'll make it better," I slide into the tub, not hiding the beginnings of my own member hardening as my imagination brings images of what the statues could be used for filling aside from the tub.
Mistake's attitude bothers me though. I'm not sure how he's feeling. The thing is I'm not going to find out by sitting here and staring at the pooling water with strands of blue mane spreading on the surface. Damn it! I will be apologizing for the next month if necessary but the uncertainty is killing me.
Where the water reaches up to sitting Mistake's neck, it barely washes my belly when I stand up. Without a word I walk to him, pick him up with both hands, sit down, leaning my back against the warming up tub, and put him down, pressing his chest against mine.
He answers by wrapping his hind legs around my back, his wet, black coat flowing into my white fur. As the hot water starts steaming, white fur, feathers, black coat, and blue mane become one when Mistake presses himself hard against me.
I decide to try something I heard works on him. Holding him tightly with one arm, I start rubbing the tip his ear.
The reaction is better then I could imagine. He doesn't whimper, he lets out a moan deeper than I heard his voice ever get. I can feel the husky half-growl resonate within my bones, make my skin tingle, and make me rock-hard almost instantly. Running my talons over his ear from top to bottom, his breathing quickens and something pushes slowly but unstoppably against my stomach and rubs my own erection.
Grabbing Mistake by his shoulders, I push him away, look down, and smile. He's sitting there, leaning away from me, with hind legs still around my back and a pair of black orbs pressing against my smaller, pink ones. The more interesting part is his cock standing at attention and twitching in the hot water.
It's black, the same shade as his coat, and slightly smaller than mine. Also, rather small compared to stallions I know but Mistake himself is small. Scaling him up in my head, I think he's average, maybe slightly below, but defnitely not abnormally so. What isn't too helpful is that despite him being two thirds of my size his endowment is almost as long as mine and much thicker.
Damn ponies and their thick, long, juicy cocks. Griffons can't really compare even as a physically bigger species BUT, one big but, I have this little unicorn completely under control which I abuse immediately by rubbing his ear again and watching his hips buck upwards. So Emperor-damn cute!
Putting an arm around his back to hold him steady, I let my free one trace the edge of his ear again, go lover over his cheek, tug lightly at the tuft of longer fur on his chin, and mercilessly let the claws dig into his chest and part his coat on the way lover. He's watching it, eyes wide and whimpering, but he knows I wouldn't harm him. Still, the little show of dominance makes his hooves trail to the sensitive flesh of his member, a gesture I promptly stop by tracing a circle around his crown with one talon.
"Mine," I whisper into his ear that twitches under the hot breath.
"Haah, hah, haaaa?!" he breathes out as I pump his cock twice and then run the tips of my talons from the top lower and lower until I scratch his testicles.
Despite his terrified gaze, or maybe because of it, aimed at his tip I squeeze.
"Aaaaah! Haaa! H-uh? Mmmmmmmm..."
He loses all control and my arm around his back is all that keeps him from going under the water surface. The first squeeze must have hurt a bit but I switched from pressure to massaging the lucky testicle with maybe a little more force than necessary. As he moans I pick up the pace and squeeze harder when the black orb slips away due to a wild buck of Mistake's hip.
To make him a little more obedient I crush the ball harder than the first time.
"Hnnnngh... MORE! Break me! Make me a mare!"
I stop the laugh coming out and, keeping the obviously working amount of pressure, massage the pulsating ball all over. The tip of his cock, reaching barely above water, starts spurting precum with his every moan so I lean in and indulge myself.
He smells definitely stronger than a griffon but the taste is similar. Contrary to seed itself, which I've never been a fan of, precum is slightly sweet, more drippy, and less clinging to the throat. Squeezing his already tortured ball just a little harder, I enjoy another spurt of my personal honey dispenser...
...and stop everything.
Mistake's eyes are rolled up, he's panting heavily and enjoying the freedom his tender testicle craved through my ruthless massage. No doubt about his masochistic tendencies remains when he, after a minute of gathering himself, says:
"...more..."
I grin.
"Nope!" I lick his diamond-hard erection, "Good mare serves her master first."
He narrows his eyes and I wonder if I haven't gone too far.
His breathy moan as he bites my neck hard enough to leave a mark tells me I haven't even scratched the surface of the amount of control the unicorn craves.
"Make... me... beg..."
He's serious. Oh Emperor, he's serious! This is not a game, he means it.
Keeping the wicked grin up, I nod toward what seems to be some sort of shampoo bottle and it flies to us before my nod ends.
Silence.
Turning back to Mistake, it's my turn to be terrified. He's sitting on his rump, hind legs pointing towards me, right front leg between them. His left leg, or his clawed mechanical arm remaining after an unknown enemy ripped his leg off, is outstretched with the shampoo bottle levitating above it surounded by faint orange shimmer. As he sits there waiting, head lowered, the spiral on his black horn glowing orange, and looking at the tiled floor I get afraid. If I make one wrong move I will hurt him beyond what gifts and words can repair.
Physical contact, something he rarely offers himself but returns whenever someone finds him worth it, is the key.
"Wash me," I order, "No magic, just hooves."
"Ehm," he waves the metal arm.
"Yes, and that thing."
As he rubs the oily mixture into the feathers on my head I knead his chest in return, avoiding any contact with the black cock twitching around. I could almost circle his chest if I put the talons on both hands together and yet the smaller and few years older unicorn could tie my hands behind my back and roll me into a ball, all that without using magic. I should enjoy myself while this service lasts.
I start running a single sharp talon on the underside of his member. Up, down, up, down. The threatening, yet as light as possible, touch makes beads of precum form on its tip again. A single stronger squeeze would make him cum all over me like a broken faucet... and end the evening.
Instead of giving him the release, I remind myself of the pleasure he felt from his battered testicle and stop once again, keeping him on the edge. Blue balled to the point of madness, he reaches for his cock but I restrain him, pushing him on the bottom of the quickly draining tub. Guess our little tussle must have pushed a wrong button.
"Do you reeeeeeally want me to continue?" I say, avoiding his hips rocking back and forth, trying to rub the trembling stallionhood against my belly.
He freezes.
"Yes, no, yes," he sqeaks, mind fighting between the desire for release and the promise of blissful pain of being blueballed and controlled. To help him decide I lean lower, letting the thrashing cock touch my shampoo-slippery fur, "nonononoNO!"
I flick his ear, making him roll his eyes back.
"Correct, and why?"
The mad expression I'm not sure I want to fuel comes back and he bares his teeth, showing they are all short fangs, something I've never noticed before and have no idea what it means. Well, it means I should be damn careful where I stick Cromach junior.
"Master... comes... first..."
He pushes me off of himself and stands up, careful not to let his hind legs touch the black orbs hanging between them.
With magic off limits, he towels me off with the cloth in his muzzle, hot breath tickling my slick, pink erection as he works on my belly. In turn, and to save time, I run the white towel over him. When I'm done I throw it over his head, making him gasp softly.
"Now you look like a Saddle Arabian concubine," I say, doing the same myself, "and I'm your-"
"Cum tank!" he growls.
"Wha-?"
Something feeling like a tight ring envelops the base of my cock and I notice Mistake's horn glowing again.
"You're not here to talk," the ring tightens painfully, "You're here for when I'm thirsty."
"What's going ooooooooooooon-?" I have no clue why the situation got flipped on its head.
"Ah, you seem to be deaf. Nothing I can't handle," his horn touches my forehead.
Trust him.
I trust him.
I trust him.
SLAVE
I belong to him.
I must please him.
I exist for him.
"Better?" Master smiles reassuringly.
"Yes, master," I nod meekly.
Master shakes his head and I understand. I give cum when Master desires, I don't give opinions or advice. I deserve punishment.
Understanding Master's gaze perfectly, I sit down and spread my legs. The pressure around my cock, Master's cock, tightens and the agonizing pulsing of veins ready to burst is my punishment. Standing back up to follow Master, I become one with the -pain- pleasure in my loins. If Master desires it then it is my pleasure and purpose.
I look into Master's eyes, waiting for whatever reality his words craft for me. Master's pink eyes flash the most beautiful color...
...his pet has ever seen.
Master smiles, finally satisfied with the state of Master's pet. The pressure around the pet's cock belonging to its Master increases. Not because Master tightens the ring even further but because orange glow envelops every inch of Master's cock on Master's pet griffon. The pet feels Master's magic work all over the cock, not touching like pet used to do with its talons but kneading the entirety of the shaft at once.
Pet whines, begging for release but not saying a word. Master's head shakes and the pet is happy for being denied release because Master wants it. Pet stumbles when the pleasure of Master's ring becomes too much and falls to the floor. Pet is so useless but Master gives it enough time to defeat the orgasmic waves and follow Master out of the bathroom.
Master is kind, master is perfect. Once pet learns how only to serve its purpose of feeding Master it will be as close to perfect as it can.
Master's horn stops glowing.
I cramp on the carpet, not knowing whether to throw up or cum buckets. Pet's - my mind tries to glue the little shards back together.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" I scream, pick Mistake by his neck and throw him through the room on the bed.
"Sorry."
"SORRY?" in one leap I end up on him, talons ready to rip his head off, "SORRY?"
"Cro..."
Hearing the pet name, I can't just pummel him until he cries blood no matter how much I want to right now. The experience was... devastating. Seeing how easily I just turned from me to it is still making me shake more than the rage is.
"Explain," I hiss, lowering my arms, "Mind control?"
"No, that's light years from what I can do. That was... me. A small but strong part of me which I, to be honest, like," he presses his hoof and claws weakly into my chest, "You got a peek at how I feel. I need somepony I can trust completely, COMPLETELY. That means with anything and everything. Here and now I will do anything you want no matter how depraved but when we leave this room you can choose not to bother with me again. I won't blame-"
I put a claw on his mouth. Everyone needs something to live. Some need money, some need power, some need love, some just need to belong.
"You'll need to make this right," I whisper.
"Of course," he struggles under me, "I'll find my own apartment and I can-"
I silence him again and chuckle.
"Don't try to run away. Make it right here and now and I won't leave you," I point at my twitching cock, still rock hard despite the situation.
I've never seen someone be so happy when lunging at my member.
His warm and slimy tongue wraps around the base and the soft touch of his breath tickles the shaft. Licking it sloppily up and down, he stops at the tip and gives it a little kiss, just a peck to see my reaction. The tongue massage helps to get over the feeling of being crushed by magic and forced to take pleasure from it.
"Mmmm..."
Drawing his head back, he licks just the little hole in the tip and stops, breathing wetly at it. The warm and moist air sends shivers coming from the tip lower and lower until they reach my spine and both my arms and wings go limp.
I don't move anymore, I can't. All pain gets replaced by content feeling when a single string of saliva drips down and connects Mistake's mouth with my griffonhood. He engulfs the tip in his mouth, sucking strongly, and with a jerk of his head and a loud pop he makes my world spin. In amazement I watch a little bead of precum grow and grow until Mistake licks it off and greedily devours the entirety of my privates again.
"The fa-fa-faaaaangs!" my mind screams at me to get away but my body wants to feel more of the tight, slippery passage that is Mistake's neck.
Trust him. I do trust him.
My body wins and I just let my tongue hang limp as the softness of Mistake's tongue wrapping around me switches with the sweet fear when the sharp teeth draw lines on my cock, never pushing hard enough to hurt.
"Wha-mmmmmmmm?" I mumble as one of the steel claws on his arm circles around my anus but the suction on my cock increases and Mistake slowly drags his lips from the base to the tip, tongue flicking at it through the entire movement. Pacified enough, I let him do whatever he wants to me.
The pressure on my entrance makes me moan into the air. He doesn't go further and just massages the circle of muscles over and over while stroking my butt with his hoof. I'm close, so close. He's just going too slow to push me over the edge but all of it feels so good I can't even move.
Suddenly, it's over. Every nerve of my body lights up when Mistake grips my buttocks and rams the entirety of my cock into his mouth. It comes slowly, my balls tightening painfully, remembering being forced into submission by the magical barrier. I can feel the slow pumping of searing liquid through my cock as if it was going down my mouth, inch by inch.
It isn't.
The slow gulping isn't coming from me, the uncontrolled panting is. Muscles move around my cock, brushing and crushing it as the unicorn not moving from my groin struggles to drink everything I have to offer.
I fall on the bed, trembling exhaustedly all over, when Mistake finally raises his head from my groin with a single strand of cum and saliva sticking to his muzzle.
"How was it?" I manage to get out of me between ragged breaths.
He licks his lips, smiling.
"Tastes like master."
Chuckling weakly, I gesture at him to come closer and turn around. This was supposed to be an evening for him after all. As he sits next to me I pull his rump over my face. He's hard again and I need a drink to recover my strength.
"Little stallion with his cute, little cock," I tease, licking the black orb hanging above me to see if it's recovered from what I put it through in the bath. Mistake's sharp intake of breath tells me no but... his body knows better, right?
I draw my sharp beak over it and open wide.
"A nice mare like you doesn't need these, right?"
"AH? Wait I-"
The enirety of the large and soft ball slides into my mouth and I clamp down on it, swirl my tongue around, and suck.
"Wait! I-yes-no-yes. Take it if you want it," he whimpers.
I release him and regret it immediately as the sweet scent of lavender shampoo mixed with precum flowing in strings from his tip and remains of sweat leaves my nose. Fighting the desire to suckle on his balls again just to let his essence penetrate my nostrils, I guide him to turn around so he's sitting on my chest, his little stallion flopping chaotically on my face.
"I remember someone being trained to be a good cum dispenser," I snicker.
He blushes and aligns himself to let me taste him. It's dark and heavy like sweet wine, sitting in my nose long after I release him, but there's also a refreshing taste of grapefruits, slightly bitter, fizzing through my veins and giving me new strength. Just like the promise of hope remaining after all the horrors of the world lie beaten in his wake, Mistake's taste reflects his life perfectly. I'm glad I'm now a part of it.
Licking his crown, going down to the medial ring, and finally reaching his sheath, I increase the pace of stimulation. As much as I love him, he deserves a little punishment for what he did. Not caring about much besides getting him to the edge, I suck hard on the tip while working with my hands on the shaft.
"Mhhhaaah... AAAAARG!"
As he bucks into my neck I squeeze my talons hard around the base of his throbbing member.
"Aaaaah!" he moans in high-pitch, the incoming pleasure mixing with agony of submission which, as I saw before, turns into heaven for him soon after.
"Nu uh," I squeeze even harder until he stops moving altogether and just keeps looking at me, eyes wide.
"Do you trust me?" I ask, not letting go.
"Yes, master."
I shake my head.
"Do you trust me? Not some fantasy in your head, not your self-hate, not the contempt and guilt gnawing you inside for your past. Do you trust me to make you feel good when I think it's right?"
He takes a deep breath and looks me up and down.
"Yes, Cro."
"Then stop humping my hand."
"Okay."
Blue balled twice, crushed once, and he still decides to give me the leash.
You're not gonna regret it, buddy.
"Face down, ass up! A good toy has to know it."
It's gonna be quick. I'm still sensitive after his ministrations and he's so close to the edge his mind can't focus or anything other than white rivers. A complete sub like him deserves to cum while screaming his master's name into the pillows.
Still wet from his tonguework, I line up to ram his back entrance and fuck the cum out of him.
I have to tense all my muscles not to blow right as I get crushed when passing the tight ring. I owe him this so I slide in and out, ignoring the heat, the pressure, the tingle telling me to go faster, and prod for what could feel like a pulsating nut.
His wordless moan and shiver are enough of a clue so I pull out and line my shot. Mercilessly, I bury myself inside again and barrage his prostate with short, shallow thrusts, stopping only as I feel the burning telling me next thrust will be the last.
What I don't anticipate is the quiet sobbing that until now has been drowned out by slapping of sweaty balls against taint.
Still inside him, I lean to his head so his entire back is firmly pressed against me.
"What's wrong?" I brush his cheek.
"My... first... from behind..."
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I didn't know. And after he gave me complete control I screwed up so hard.
"I'm sorry. I'll go slower and ease you into it, I promise," I kiss his cheek.
"Not... the... point..."
I recognize the needy voice from the bathroom. Mistake isn't bothered by the small amount of pain as long as I'm enjoying it.
"Then what is it?" I slowly, painstakingly slowly considering how close I am, resume my pumping.
"Aaaaaahn. Yesssss," he moans, shakes his head, and pours out his heart, "I love when you take charge. I love when you abuse me to the point where I'm just your thing. I love it when you take everything and leave me just and empty shell, waiting to be filled with orders. I don't care it hurts as long you enjoy it so please... please... don't break me like Chokey did."
"I promise."
Biting his ear, I start pumping as fast as I can again and feel the flood coming, this time with my permission. Mistake is still just moaning and sobbing into the pillow. Something is missing.
"Slut," I whisper into his ear, making the word a part of him.
The unicorn under me grinds back against my pelvis and screams, splattering the red sheets with stripes of white.
"YOU'RE MINE!" I flare my wings and roar for entire Canterlot to hear, filling Mistake with my will, my seed, and my undying love.
"-mine...!"
I blink. No light, no red sheets, just the lingering smell of sweat with the faintest hint of mold. Something stirs as I raise my head to see where I am.
Hmm, the apartment. That means the little bundle of misfortune wrapped in my arms must be...
...a black unicorn wheezing softly through his mouth chewing on one of my talons.
Heh, he really does have sharp teeth, I wonder why.
When we do it for real I won't mess up, I promise.
Whether it was a dream or a nightmare I'm happy with what I have now and drift off to sleep again.
