Author's Note
This is my first attempt at this kind of fim-fiction, please tell me what you think!
The Wrong Side of Heaven
Spitfire and Blaze sat at Doughnut Joe's, enjoying their daily morning coffee as they had been for what seems like a lifetime.
Cadence said... actually had been insisting that the two quit the fucking foreplay and get hitched already. Well not exactly in those words but that's all Blaze hears her saying.
"So..." Spitfire said, breaking the silence between them. "Do you know what happens next week?"
Blaze blushed at the question... having been told what happens in less than eighteen hours (because the time was six in the morning) by his father the previous night, and responded, "Heat week."
"And I agree with what part of what Cadence is saying... we need to quit the foreplay, but instead of getting married... I say we get down and dirty."
Blaze snapped his head to the side as he choked on his coffee, then replied. "That's HIGHLY inappropriate!"
"If you think that's inappropriate... then what I have planned for you is a sin." She stated through a sultry expression that always got Blaze hot and bothered.
"You want me, a royal, to 'court' you and possibly sully your good name? I won't do it."
"Behind locked doors..."
Blaze blushed and opened his mouth to continue protesting.
"With ropes, gags, and whips..."
He shifted in his seat, his wings refusing to obey him.
"And bliss like no other."
Blazes wings flared open, unable to hide his excitement.
"All I have to do is make sure my outfit fits."
Blaze paled slightly and asked, "Wait... what?"
"Did you REALLY think you were going to be in charge? Tsk, tsk. Silly boy, you're going to be my pet."
Eighteen Hours Later...
CRACK!!
Eternal Blaze moaned around the ball gag placed in his mouth as the pain of the whip sent waves of pleasure rolling through his body. He was covered in welts, cuts, and bruises, felt as if he had been hit with AJ's applebuck, but he was in heaven.
"Enjoying yourself?~" A playful but sinister voice asked.
He nodded eagerly, straining against the bonds that held him suspended vertically.
The voice chuckled and stated, "You need a break first."
There was a moment of blinding light as the blindfold covering his eyes was removed, then his eyes adjusted to reveal Spitfire.
Spitfire was something else entirely now that heat week had started, from a drill sergeant to a dominatrix at the turn of the hour, and she still treated him as her equal. She reached above him and unfastened the upper restraints, allowing him to slump forward onto her leather clad chest.
They were still for a moment then Spitfire undid the lower restraints, lifting Blaze off the ground.
Blaze winced in slight discomfort as she carried him into the bathroom, revealing that a bath been drawn.
"This is going to sting a bit." She warned as she lowered Blaze into the water.
Blaze winced in pain and whimpered as the scalding water touched his wounds and clenched his fists as his wings snapped through the ropes that pinned them to his back. He sat in the water for a few moments before daring to move.
"Hold still..."
Blaze yelped as he felt the sting of body wash touching his wounds.
Spitfire let out a light giggle and commented, "Really?"
"W-What?" He asked, looking up.
"You're yelping in pain when we have yet to use the branding iron."
Blaze's wings went rigid at the mention of the branding iron, his mind swarming with numerous designs and types of branding irons he had seen before. He felt his member's tip poke out of the water, drawing a chuckle from Spitfire.
"I take that you like that idea." Spitfire said with a sultry grin, rubbing the tip with a hoof.
Blaze let a deep moan escape his lips as his member twitched at the sensation. His mind immediately went to the gutter, thinking about the different ways he could rut her right here, right-
"Don't even THINK about it." Spitfire growled, her eyes narrowing fiercely.
"Y-Yes, mistress!" He answered, whimpering as he did so.
Spitfire dipped her hand under the water and rubbed his balls slowly, watching as he went rigid. She then noticed his cock had begun to leak precum and licked the tip, hearing Blaze gasp loudly.
"But before we do ANYTHING else..." She says, drawing a groan from the pent up prince. "We have to get you fitted for your collar."
"Bull-"
Spitfire cut off Blaze's comment with a firm smack on his right cheek and hissed. "For that you'll be wearing the gag in public."
Blaze nodded, not wanting to anger her further.
"I was thinking a crimson red to go with this." She cooed as she brushed his crest of phoenix feathers with her hands. "Maybe mix it with twilight gray?"
Blaze dipped his head and responded. "If that is what you wish, I am in no position to object."
"Good boy!" Spitfire exclaimed, clapping her hands before standing. "I'm giving you five minutes to groom yourself. DON'T make me wait."
Blaze nodded. "Yes ma'am."
With that, Spitfire left the bathroom.
While waiting for Blaze to finish, she made a quick entry in her journal.
Despite having an imposing presence, he chooses to remain submissive. Perhaps Asmodeus' kin have had a unique effect on him, maybe he refuses to accept a mantle of power, but I think he's just a thoroughbred masochist. Nevertheless, he shows unwavering loyalty and obedience at times... maybe we should try for a kid? I'm unsure at the moment... maybe that will be a reward for BOTH of our hard work.
