Kaidan's Short Stories: Vol 3 - Commissions

Sex, Mature, Dash, OCM/F, sensory deprivation, latex, encasement, edging

Dash needs to get away from her busy life and relax, and a few days spent in sensory deprivation is just what she needs... but Dash doesn't want to get bored and decides to spice it up in more ways than one.

Edited by Neko Majin C

Dawn was sitting in a chair in his living room reading a book. It was about a spaceship in a galaxy far far away, but that was hardly where his mind was at. He was expecting a high profile client to come into his shop at any moment. Rainbow Dash had purchased a three day sensory deprivation session.

Normally these would be very relaxing and meditative, with nothing to distract or bother the person. Normally they would only go a day tops. But Dash was Dash and was convinced three days was perfect for her, and made it clear she didn’t want to get too bored.

Just as he was imagining her bound and gagged on the floor of his office, he heard someone swoop down to the front door and push it open. Dash walked in, her weariness was pretty obvious: a slouching resting posture, a bit of drag in her gait. The door slowly closed behind her after she stepped in, and she gave a little sheepish grin when she caught sight of the pony waiting inside for her.

The book fell to the floor, forgotten, as Dawn stood up and walked over to greet her. Many ponies would trade an arm or a leg to hang out with Dash, and here he was getting to do so much more. He tried to remain professional and not make his excitement obvious. “I’m glad you made it, you sure look like you need a little rest and relaxation. Need a hand getting ready?”

Dash perked up and bounced visibly at the mention of their session, already imagining the gear. “I can probably manage it just fine, but help would be appreciated!” She suppressed a giddy giggle. “I mean, it’s not like I can do all of it myself…”

Dawn was glad to see her so enthusiastic. “Great, of course I’m more than happy to help such an attractive mare.” He thought to himself, and none of my friends would ever believe me if I told them what she paid me to do… It only took a moment to flip the sign from open to closed, with a note that said he was with a client. A single click was the only noise the deadlock made as it set.

As the mare was guided to the office, where the sessions were held, she made sure to sway her hips a little. Dawn could have sworn he saw her hop a couple times on her way through the door.

“Good, we’ll get started. Please, have a seat and disrobe.” Dawn gestured to the nearby sofa. It broke up the room which was painted green, dividing it in two. Behind the sofa, some dressers and chests with supplies. On the other half, a sensory deprivation tank. Today, most of the supplies were custom made.

Dash dropped to the couch, bouncing a little. Everytime he spoke she tingled a little—the small compliments, the gestures—she couldn’t wait! In practically the same motion as her sitting, her jacket slipped off and was tossed aside. A baggy, three-sizes-too-big t-shirt was similarly discarded, leaving only crossed lengths of tape over each nipple of her modest bosom.

Unlacing her boots would take a few minutes, as they went all the way up to her thigh. Dawn was about to kneel down and help when he got distracted by her chest, only realizing after several seconds he was staring. He blushed and looked away, he normally doesn’t look at clients that way but… well… this was Dash! “I… am, uh… boots! Need help?”

Being a bit of a celebrity, she’s quick to giggle and replied back, “You can look, silly.” While her right boot was coming off just fine, her left one had gotten knotted. Her nails had recently been trimmed down a little too short, and the stubborn laces wouldn’t give. “Some help might be nice.”

He smiled and nodded, now a bit more bold to admire her body. “Oh, I can get that boob… boot! That boot.” Dawn replied when he noticed the knot in the laces. The thigh-high converse boots are quickly made loose enough to slide off, so he quickly does.

The sofa stretched a little as she leaned back, fingers kneading the cushions beside her. Dash’s leather pants were a little crumpled under where the leg of the boot was, but otherwise was mostly skin-tight down to her ankles. She’d been barefoot underneath and finds the cool air to be an immense relief, making her wiggle her toes. She frowned briefly when she remembered that she had painted her toenails in private a deep pink—like her eyes—but shrugged it off.

Dawn noticed the pink toes right away, a stark contrast to the light blue feet. He reached out to hold her left foot, indulging himself. “Hmm, I think I better make sure these feet are nice and relaxed.” Both of his thumbs began to slide along the arch of her foot, and rolled around the stiff tissue. They’re noticeably tense after the long day she had.

A soft coo was heard as Dash was surprised, melting deeper into the couch cushions with a smile. Her blinking began to linger and she bit her lip a little. When she felt Dawn plant a small kiss on her big toe, having finished the massage, she let out a squeak. Her cheeks lit up in a blush as well, though Dawn had already moved to the other foot and didn’t notice.

Her lovely feet kept Dawn smiling as he kneaded her right foot. Even as an athlete she found time to take excellent care of her feet, and this little diversion helped them both loosen up a little. With a final kiss on her big toe he lets her leg down. “Well, I guess it’s time to get these off.” He pinched at the skin-tight leather pants.

Dash let out a squeal of delight as she wiggled the toes of her now-relaxed feet. She nodded and lifted her hips from the sofa, then slipped her thumbs into her pants. With her lower legs feeling so good she was hesitant to put her feet back on the ground, but finally did to help slip the form-fitting pants down her thighs, revealing a deep blue latex thong underneath.

Dawn leaned in much closer under the guise of helping with her pants, getting a close-up look at the yellow lightning bolt in the center of the thong. “Oh, lovely. Would you like to keep those on while in the catsuit?” He tugged at her pants, helping to get them off and onto the floor.

Her tongue peaked out as she smirks playfully, “It depends if any of the ‘equipment’ needs to get past them,” she cooed.

He gulped, feeling bolder by the second. “I’m sure I could get them around the thong while you relax.” With a smirk, he pulled out some ben wa balls. Four metal spheres connected by a tiny covered string, each with vibrators and magnets set to repel them from one another. “I thought you might enjoy these and a plug, should be enough ‘fun’ to keep you from getting bored in the tank.”

An eyebrow raised and both arms went up behind her head and against the couch as Dash thought about the fun he was referring to. “Oh? Knock yourself out then, just tell me where you want me.”

With a nod, Dawn shifted a bit to get comfortable. Yep, he thought,definitely none of my friends would believe this. Deciding it’s too late to get chicken now, he cleared his throat and spoke with a little more authority. “Legs spread and I’ll get these in. The surprise that’s ‘fun’ will come later.”

Dash lifted her legs, pulling on the back of the couch and easily folding herself in half. Everything was exposed down to her tail’s dock. She licked her lips and after a few moments was able to calm the swishing of her tail.

Dawn felt his cheeks flush as he reached forward and slipped a finger under the latex thong, sliding it up her legs enough to get a good view. It took him a moment to recover, but he’s all in now and didn’t hesitate to spread her labia wide open with his fingers and stick the first ball in.

The metallic sphere was cold, but quickly warming up as Dash huffed, her muscles squeezing. As the second ball went in, the magnet pushed the first one in further. As the third and fourth went in, the balls begin to wiggle and squirm as the magnets did their best to straighten out so the spheres aren’t touching. Dash had to bite her lip to keep herself calm, though her tail was already twitching again.

The tail slowly stopped moving as Dawn cupped a hand over it. “Glad you’re enjoying it, just one more toy.” He grabbed the butt plug and lubricated it, “Take a deep breath.” Dawn began to slide the plug in steadily as Dash tried to take a deep breath, relax her kegel muscles, and not let the ben wa balls fall out all at once.

Once inside Dash, Dawn let the plug rest for a moment as it settled and her body adjusted. “Good, now my favorite part…” He gave the attached bulb a slow squeeze, hearing Dash inhale sharply. She shuddered and exhaled as it inflated a second time.

The third elicited a response, “Ooh, that’s… mmmhf. That’s full,” she cooed, letting her legs drop slowly. Dawn gave one final squeeze causing her legs to jump back up as her body tensed, then relaxed. He removed the bulb and tube and let her fully relax. The latex thong easily slid back into place, and Dawn took advantage of this moment to rub a thumb across the latex against her womanhood.

        “Feels like the thong fits… time to get in the catsuit, hmm?”

        She tensed her thighs, clearly quite distracted as his thumb found and kneaded her clitoris. “Mmm, let’s, yes.”

Dawn reached over and grabbed the catsuit that was draped over the couch, the insides still lubricated from this morning when he prepared. “Okay, legs down and I’ll guide them in.” As Dash’s legs headed back to the floor, Dawn pulled the latex around them. Her feet quickly reached the bottom of the suit, and soon Dawn has finished smoothing them out. Her calves got a little extra kneading to help her relax, and get any air out. With the suit up to her shins on both legs, he stopped to relax for a moment.

Dash smiled and let her head lean back, simply listening to the instructions. The smell of rubber had her happy and breathing heavily. She couldn’t resist tugging gently at the suit at the first feeling of resistance.

The custom tight-fitting catsuit slowly inched up her legs. Dawn enjoyed this chance to explore her body, using the nearly non-existent wrinkles in the latex or tiny air bubbles as an excuse to continue rubbing her legs down.

“I’m at the thighs now, need a hand standing up for the rest?” Dawn asked.

“Need? Probably not. Would like? Certainly!” She grinned and held out her hands.

Dawn took her arms and helped her stand up, he deliberately pulled a little harder than necessary so she lost her balance and fell forward against him. He steadied her with an arm around her waist. “Easy,” he winked, “Now let’s get the hips in.”

Dash opened her eyes as he let go of her and gave him a smirk, she clearly realized he did that on purpose, but fluttered her eyelids nonetheless. Now that she was on her feet she stretched her arms and wings while Dawn continued to work.

With his own arousal in full force Dawn couldn’t help but become more frisky. As he smoothed the latex over her groin he found a series of imaginary wrinkles. It took a couple minutes of rubbing against her inner thighs and groin to fix them. “I think I’ve almost got it.”

Doing her best to keep still and steady, Dash reached down and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh, take your time, I’m in no hurry,” she cooed.

Smiling at the invitation, Dawn worked the zip up a few more inches and squeezed her pert ass. Dash swatted her tail at his hands playfully as he rubbed and straightened out the latex. “Of course not, I have a whole weekend to get this just right.”

Dash couldn’t help but brush her fingers through his hair as he worked, he squeezed her thighs or abs in response every now and then. Dawn had started over, doing another pass over her thighs, groin, then ass. He was able to feel the thong underneath the catsuit.

Realizing how long he’d spent on this one spot, Dawn blushed. “Oh, arms!” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on the latex over her womanhood and pulled back. “As lovely as that was, perhaps on your next visit you can order a full massage? I need to carry on with the restraints.”

Though she could barely feel the kiss,  it still caused her to inhale sharply. “That sounds really nice,” she said, words slightly slurred from the swirling mix of pleasure, relaxation, and tiredness now brewing in her.

Dawn lifted up the suit and held the arms out, inviting her hands to go into them. Once they’re in, he started guiding the taut rubber up both arms. A little tugging and pulling on the hand got each finger slipped into the gloves. Dash tried to grip gently at his fingers as they brushed past. A bit of massaging from wrist to shoulder got the last of the latex into place.

Dash almost went limp as the feeling of latex clinging to her continued to spread, but managed to stay standing. She let him tug everything into place, enjoying the smooth petting and squeezing. Delightfully crease-free from Dawn’s meticulous attention, she sighed happily.

The zipper started to make a soft noise as it was pulled upward. It got to just below her shoulder blades when Dawn stopped and reached around in front of her. “It’s a tight fit I better adjust the latex, heh.” He cupped her breasts then rubbed his hands over them. Finally he kneaded them with his fingertips and dragged them towards the back. “Gotta enjoy touch while you can.”

With some careful maneuvering the wings were guided through the cutout slits for them. This enabled Dawn to get the zipper up to her neck. Past the point of this just being another client, Dawn leaned in and squeezed her boobs, nibbling at her neck while he did it.

A giggle melted into a smooth murmur as Dash rolled her head away from the nibbling. The fuzzy, dreamy feeling lingered as the suit is closed right up. She rolled her shoulders and swayed her hips to test the resistance of the suit. “Mmm, a good fit.”

He nodded. “Thanks, your custom measurements were perfect.” Dawn brushed his hand along the primaries of her right wing. “Now let’s carefully fold this up to get it into the sleeve.”

Dash felt him squeeze her wing after she had pulled it closed. A cuff was placed around the top to hold it there, while he straightened out her feathers. She flexed her wing after it was bound, but only her free wing ruffled out. There’s a squeak of the latex as she starts fidgeting in excitement.

Dawn chuckled as he slipped the latex wing-binder over her wing. The cuff helped prevent involuntary movements, which let him get a much better fit without damaging any feathers. Soon he had removed the top cuff and slipped the final bit of latex over her wing, leaving just the small zippered opening sealed tightly around the base of her wing.

The procedure was repeated and went a bit more quickly on her second wing. “How is that? It has a little stretch for you to enjoy until I finish restraining you.”

Both wings stretched open with enough force to become a nuisance in the small room, but all she had succeeded in doing was bending the binders slightly. By now her blush was bright red, “It’s very nice!”

“I’m glad you like it.” Dawn went to get the next piece. “Since you purchased a whole weekend I wanted to get you as encased as possible, so there are a few more layers.” With a chuckle, he lifted up a straightjacket with mittens at the ends of the sleeves. “I hope you don’t mind a little more ‘smoothing’ of the latex,” he said with a smirk.

For a moment, Dash went wide-eyed at the sight of it. “It’s what I’m here for and I’m not disappointed,” she chirped. Dash wiggled her arms close to her chest for a moment before she reached out to slide them into the sleeves.

“You’ll feel small pockets for your fingers like a glove,” Dawn explained. She was able to slip her fingers in while he finished getting the sleeves up. By now he was buckling the straightjacket closed in the back. Her arms were still dangling free, so he reached around them and squeezed her in a hug. Dawn took another moment to fondle her breasts as he breathed in the heavy scent of rubber and the lighter scent of her conditioner.

Dash began to squirm in excitement from the attention. She then felt her arms tugged through the straps and get buckled into place, putting her into a permanent hug. Dawn attached a tube and bulb to inflate the mittens. A small pouch inside inflated against her palms, forcing her fingers into a curved shape as they gripped it. Combined with the thick mitten, her fingers were now immobile but comfortable.

Dawn took a step back to admire his work. “Wow, I didn’t think you could look any better but this latex really highlights your sleek body.”

“Heh, I always look awesome,” she chirped.

“Here,” he pointed to a sleep sack. “I’ll lower you down.”

Dash nodded and let her body be slowly guided down. She began to wiggle her toes and arms upon reaching the floor, enjoying the feeling of relative freedom while it lasted. Already she was getting quite warm and excited. A thought came to her and she tried to speak, but just let out delighted squeals.

The sleepsack was made of thicker rubber which meant it was much more constricting. As Dawn zipped it up her fate was slowly sealed, until the zipper reacher her collar. It was here that he locked the zipper with a small lock, and it was here that Dash became truly helpless and dependant on Dawn.

Dawn realized the opportunity he had here and kneeled down. “I’ve never had so much fun encasing someone, thank you.” He leaned over and kissed her for a few moments, sucking on her upper lip and tasting a hint of her lip gloss. After enjoying the kiss he got up, “But I must do something about those lips.”

“I-I…” She panted for a moment. “I should come by more often!” she blurted, her whole body wiggling in excitement. The sight of the gag caused her to pause, though she was still smiling, her only movement was a slow lick of her lips as she stared at it.

“Definitely.” Dawn planted one more quick kiss on her lips. This time he didn’t wait for her reply, stuffing the butterfly gag into her mouth while her lips were parted. Dash was a bit disappointed for the kiss to end, but the gag quickly replaced that with happiness.

The only thing Dash could taste was the latex, and the rubber was the only scent she could smell. There was a small bulb and tube that Dawn attached to the butterfly gag. He began to squeeze, watching as the gag expanded in her mouth. Her tongue was forced down and pinned, while her cheeks were forced outward.

“Good mare, now try to say something for me,” Dawn said.

“Mmph,” she replied. The sound was faint and came out through her nose. She tried to say “this is awesome” but all that was heard were four more indistinct nasal whistles.

With a wicked smirk raising one cheek, Dawn reaches down and added one more squeeze of the bulb. He made it as slow as he could, watching Dash squirm a bit as he expanded the gag a tiny bit.

“Perfect, quiet as a mouse. At least, a mouse with a gag in its mouth,” Dawn stated.

After pulling the bulb and tube off he pulled out a latex hood, already lubricated and ready to go. It was custom fit for her head and would complete her transformation. “Almost done, though that also means our playtime is coming to an end.” He pushed a nearby earplug into her ear. “So I do hope you enjoy the sensory deprivation, and the added fun of the toys you wanted set to random.” Dawn put the second earplug in.

Dash continued to let out faint whistles through her nose, moving her ears as if they were flags to try and convey a message. It’s all she had left to communicate and soon she wouldn’t even have that. Her flushed cheeks matched her eyes. Dash’s eyelids were batting while she squirmed and wriggled enjoying the tightness of the sack, and trying in vain to get some stimulation before it’s given to her.

Dawn continued his work and slipped the latex hood over her head. It was made with two small metal rings cut into the latex over her nose to breathe. Once he removed his fingers, the tight hood looked like a second skin that completely conformed to her face. The depressions of her eyes, the shape of her jaw, and the hair bunched into the back.

Now that she couldn’t hear or see anything, Dawn took a moment to adjust his pants. He’d been at full mast the entire time and Dash must have noticed, but still he didn’t want to fix himself in front of a lady. Once he got comfortable he grabbed the control collar and locked it around her neck.

The collar would control the toys, monitor her vital signs, and deny her orgasm. Dawn was reserving the job of letting her climax for after she gets out in seventy-two hours—his hope being that she would be too horny to go find any other stallion, and let Dawn pounce her instead.

The last part was a simple breathing device, strapped around her head to provide air to Dash. It would have a gentle pressure and suction to aid her breathing due to the tight constriction. With a hiss, fresh air flowed in. Dawn went to the tank, forgotten in the corner until now, and opened the hatch.

Inside the metal container was several feet of water, kept at a specific temperature to help Dash to not overheat. Dawn went over and picked Dash up, an arm under her knees and one under her shoulders. Inside the cocoon, Dash felt the squeeze and pinch of latex as her body was lifted. She moaned as loud as she could and tried to wiggle, but Dawn hadn’t noticed.

Dash was about to wiggle her legs around when they landed in the water. Moments later she was floating in the tank, and her wiggling just created small waves. She couldn’t get anywhere, and thanks to the salts in the water she was buoyant enough to float.

Dawn pressed a button on a nearby remote and the ben wa balls began vibrating, and wouldn’t stop randomly teasing her for three days. The varying speeds and frequency of vibration would keep her body from habituating to the teasing. He made sure the tubing was inside the tank and in a good position, leading up to the respirator on the top of the inside of the tank.

The tank’s hatch closed and Dawn began turning the wheel built into the center of the door. Latches clicked into place and he went to the side of the tank, where a small display and keyboard was. His first action was to release a powder into the water, which quickly reacted and formed a gel.

As the gel hardened, it created a bed of sorts for her to lay in. More water started pouring in after the gel set, until she was fully submerged in it. Then more powder was added, turning the entire tank into a block of solid gel with Dash trapped in the middle. It would make her feel even more helpless as the gel would let her wiggle much less than water.

Dawn sat down and breathed a sigh of relief. Getting Dash into the tank took a lot of exertion, not made any easier by his constant arousal. He decided to go take a shower and check on Dash later tonight.

Inside her latex cocoon, Dash moaned as the toys teased her. She couldn’t wiggle any longer and couldn’t really smell or taste the latex anymore. All she had was the feeling of it as it warmed up and clung to her body. Part of her wondered if the ben wa balls had been to much, but her focus quickly shifted to bucking her hips against the latex in an attempt to climax.

Three Days Later

Dawn was sitting on his sofa reading a book when the alarm had gone off. Dash’s seventy-two hours were up. There would either be a very relaxed or very horny mare in the tank, and Dawn had done his best to ensure the latter.

Inside her cocoon Dash couldn’t focus enough to realize she’s being released. As the gel slowly drained through a thick tube and she was laid onto the ground, she could only focus on an inferno in her loins. More than anything she’s wanted to cum in the last three days and more than anything the toys had relentlessly teased her.

It took Dawn a while to unlock and peel off every layer of rubber. It was easier to get off then to put on, but she was encased in so much of it. Finally he’s making progress, getting her down to the catsuit. As he continued undressing her like a doll, rolling her around and lifting her arms and legs for her, he began to unzip the catsuit. Dash just rested limply, moaning faintly as the catsuit was peeled off.

When the catsuit and toys were gone, Dawn got her a pillow and blanket. Dash would need some time to come back to her senses, so he sat on the couch and continued to read.

Dash began to roll her fingers and relearn all the angles she could exist at. The floor wasn’t very comfortable and after massaging her aching groin for a moment, she picked herself up and crawled to the couch. Her focus turned to trying to hug around his middle as she climbed up him.

Dawn drops the book, not having expected her to recover so quickly. “Hey, how was it?” He noticed she’s still slick with sweat and lube, yet looked no less beautiful. Dash didn’t respond and just continued rubbing her head on his shoulder. “Three days on edge,” Dawn observed, “You must be quite horny.”

He pulled her close and kissed her, letting his tongue probe her mouth to see if it still tasted of latex. When he pulled back, her tongue hung limply in the air for a moment. She nodded lazily in response to his question, rubbing her thighs together all the while.

“Looks like you’ll still need a little help.” He scooted to the side and rolled her onto her back on the couch. Dawn lifted her legs up and climbed on top of her, having already discarded his shirt and loosened his pants. He leaned over to the black nipple tape that had been covering her nipples since three days ago. Gently he peeled one off and blew on her breast, then kissed her nipple. He repeated this on the other side.

Dash gasped as all that time in the latex had made every part of her body very sensitive. In addition to the gentle pleasure of the attention he paid to her nipples, she was fascinated by what it felt like to brush her hand through his hair towards his shoulder.

Finally after the longest three days of his life, Dawn had finished undressing and held himself just above Dash. He could see and smell how ready she was, having had three days of teasing to do that. He felt her breasts and gave them a squeeze, then leaned down to gently lick her labia to see the response.

The two thighs snapped shut on Dawn’s head, squeezing him tightly. After three days with no other stimulation the only agency she had was breaking past the edge and orgasming. It took him a moment to pull himself loose and he laughed. As she laid her legs back down he crawled on top of her. A trail of kisses was left behind from her belly button up to her neck. Dawn then eased the tip of his member against her groin, ready to give her what she wanted but unable to resist a little more teasing.

Dash panted lightly and tried to steady her place on the couch with her hands. Dawn’s body was now bracing her legs open so that even when her thighs squeezed inward, she’s just wrapping around his middle.

Deciding that Dash had been teased long enough, Dawn thrust forward and in one motion his hips hit Dash’s. She squealed and grabbed hold of him, clutching as tightly as her weak body allowed. There was no patience in her, she began to buck and squeeze and rock her hips in a slightly circular motion without hesitation. She’d been waiting three days for this and wasn’t going to wait any longer.

The pace slowly increased and Dawn enjoyed her tightness and warmth. There was a feral instinct at play, Dash’s mind had only one goal. She continued to thrust forward to meet his hips and almost controlled Dawn’s pace with all of her tugging and squeezing. Girlish moans escaped Dash’s lips that were more suited to a school filly.

Once Dawn had found a steady rhythm he tried to pace himself, figuring that she would want to have multiple orgasms. He looked down to try and gauge how close she was. With her legs still curled around him to keep him from going anywhere, he leaned forward and began to nibble on one of her ears while slowing down his thrusts.

Dash continued to enjoy herself, letting out a symphony of noises not normally heard from the stunt pony. She was so focused on the pleasure that the rest of the world didn’t exist to her.

Dawn was getting close to his own climax, and was amazed that Dash hadn’t cum yet. She must have had a lot of stamina to last this long after three days. Unsure how much longer he could keep at it, Dawn switched gears and went all out. His muscles begin to burn as he took quick, deliberate thrusts inside her.

The moaning got much louder and Dash drifted further and further into subspace, feeling nothing but the pleasure. Dawn finally came, slowing down to take a few more hard thrusts inside her.

Dash came moments later, her muscles tensing and squeezing down on Dawn’s cock, and it was a sight to behold. Her voice piped up properly for the first time in days and her whole body locked up against him, for nearly a minute of pure bliss. Three days of built-up need came rushing out all at once, leaving her dazed. The latter part was punctuated by a few meeps and whiffles, and as her senses came back to her she broke out in a short fit of joyous giggling. As her body relaxed the laughter became gentle chuckling, and finally just a big grin on her face.

Dawn enjoyed the feeling of her body pressed against his, and laid himself down on top of her. He also smiled widely, and began to nuzzle her neck. Dash responded by seeking out his lips until they met in a kiss. They continued to kiss even as Dash let out small, echoing hiccups of laughter.

Exhaustion finally caught up with Dash, who began to relax her muscles and sank into the sofa cushions. She was beginning to drift off.

 “You’re my best client ever! Come back anytime and I’ll do it again for free,” Dawn said. He found a comfortable spot to lay on the sofa, letting their bodies remain intertwined. A long day spent monitoring Dash had exhausted Dawn as well, and he began to fall asleep.

Dash nuzzled into the side of his head and a murmur of acknowledgement escaped her lips before she was out like a light.

Dawn gave a lazy grin as he smelled the scent of latex still in her hair. It was the last thing he remembered before he fell asleep in Dash’s embrace.