That's one way to say thanks...
Magic Barriers of an Atomic Caliber
The First Clop
Magic Barrier had been wandering the streets of Manehattan for hours on end. He had adjusted to his new life, his new existence, but as he meandered through the busy streets, something remained etched in the back of his mind that produced an unrelenting sequence of nagging anxieties.
Some months ago, he had been saved in his hour of need. Terrible ponies had attacked his beloved Octavia, and just when it seemed as though all of his chips had been laid upon the table, a new friend emerged from the shadows to save his flank.
He wasn’t a pony who ordinarily needed saving. He had led troops and fought in battles that these modern wussies could barely fathom, and in some respects, it bugged the charcoal stallion to impressive ends that he had even needed an assist in the first place. Like a siren’s call, the prodding thought drew him back until there he was, standing before a university office that he had once climbed just to impress a mare. Somewhere in that building was a stallion he had served beside, a professor who had saved him while donning a cloak of night, a pony he had an insatiable urge to repay.
Barrier moved through the structure quickly, opting to use the stairs this time instead of the facade. His hoof moved towards the door with equal swiftness, and in retrospect, considering Wing’s under-the-table dealings, he probably should have knocked. However, when he peeked inside and found the lavender pegasus buried in a stack of papers to grade, he concluded that his intrusion didn’t matter anyway.
In fact, the stallion lifted his head with an expression that screamed relief at the fact somepony had dared to interrupt him in the hour of indescribable boredom. “Hello, Magic Barrier,” the physicist spoke with his typical cheery demeanor. “What brings you by today? I haven’t seen you in quite sometime. How’s the officer’s life going?”
A sigh escaped Barrier’s muzzle as he lowered his brow over his icy blue cores. “It’s okay for the most part, but things have been bothering me. Ordinary guards don’t know how to fight at all. They’re damn pathetic, and you’d put all of them to shame in a heartbeat. It never should’ve gotten this bad.” He paused for a moment to draw a hoof through his blue locks. “And I guess that’s part of the reason I’m here. You saved my ass, and I’ve never done anything to repay the favor…
“Sure, I’ve said thanks and we’ve been on the field together, but those things are common courtesy and duty. I didn’t really do anything to thank you. I just wandered off, and it’s bugging me straight to Tartarus ever since.”
“There’s no reason for you to repay me, Barrier,” Wing responded without hesitation. “I already told you the first time you came to see me that we keep tabs on our own. You were lost for a thousand years. Only a supremely bad commander would drop the ball on that.”
“And you should know that I’m way too stubborn for that. I’ve been doing my own research,” he chimed while taking a methodical step forward. The unicorn’s magical aura draped over his charcoal horn while a focussed stare accompanied the maneuver. “I already know what has to be done. Trigger was surprisingly forthcoming with how I could repay you…” With a flash of light, the once occupied room became an empty bastion of solitude. The soldier was nowhere to be seen, and the physicist he had ventured to visit was gone as well.
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The stallion flicked the lights on with a burst of magic, basking in the heavy breaths of his captive as his eyes once more scanned the room.
The room was a worn beige color with little to no identifying features, beyond the bolts in the ceiling and the thick grey rods hanging taut from them. Following the hard steel with his eyes, the large, charcoal-coated unicorn rested his eyes on his victim.
Even after five minutes in the dark, his fellow pony’s shaft stood at full-mast, throbbing with need. “Guess who’s back, Wingy…” Barrier teased, his hoof running along the lavender pegasus’s rib cage while his own shaft pulsed in excitement at each twitch and whimper the pegasus let slip. “I’ll admit, your willpower was impressive,”
“You blue-balled me!” Wing gasped out, “Oh gods Barrier, don’t tease me anymore, I need release…”
Barrier continued, on ignoring his friend’s request, magic flaring to once more secure the ring-gag in Wing’s mouth, “but I’ve yet to meet a pony I couldn’t break, and I don’t think you’re broke just yet…” As Barrier spoke, he carefully bit down on the stallion’s ear as a ring of magic formed around the base of Wing’s dick, making it impossible for the stallion reach the much-needed climax. He couldn’t help but revel in the weak thrust he received at the ring’s mere existence.
“Why Professor, I think you might be enjoying this,” Barrier punctuated his statement with another flare of his horn, his magic carefully stroking each feather on the pegasus’s back simultaneously; he could *feel* the pegasus desperately writhing in his grip, trying futilely to call out only for the freshly-secured gag to cut him off. With a sharp tug of his magic, Wing began to shake once more in a desperate attempt for release as the magic weakly tickled and tugged at his primaries. No sooner than it began, Barrier's magic vanished, leaving the stallion to weakly groan and for the movement to slowly halt as Wing silently begged for a release that simply wouldn't come...yet...
"Not yet, my little pony..." Barrier whispered seductively into the stallion’s ear, carefully trailing a hoof along the stallion's belly, being careful to avoid the erect shaft. "I haven't given you permission yet..." As Magic Barrier spoke, he carefully made his way around to the front of his lavender captive, hoof all-the-while running through the unkempt black mane. “Take a breath,” Barrier warned as he reared up, hitting Wing lightly in the face with his cock before he found the warm metal ring and slid into the victim’s mouth with a single hard pump; he couldn’t help but groan in relief as he buried himself hilt-deep in the stallion’s throat, serving to sate his own painfully hard member.
Holding the position for twenty short seconds -just until he could feel the stallion’s throat desperately try to expel him- Barrier slid back out just long enough for a pained gasp before hilting himself again, meaty balls slapping loudly against Wing’s chin.
For five long minutes, the charcoal-coated stallion face-fucked his pegasus counterpart, wet squelches and smacks resounding throughout the room as saliva continued to drip from Wing’s muzzle. Finally, with a sharp grunt, Barrier hilted hard a final time and leaned forward to bury his face between Wing’s wings while a renegade hoof moved to the pegasus’s throat to stroke the slight bulge that marked his own stimulated cock. It erupted, emptying its contents directly into the stallion’s stomach over the span of forty long seconds as one lively moan escaped from Barrier’s throat- and as Wing’s throat spasmed violently, trying -and failing- to expel the offending object that he was further milking.
With a few more weak pumps, Barrier removed himself from his captive’s muzzle with a wet schlick, paying no attention to the desperate gasps for oxygen as he carefully worked his way around to the side once more, smiling fondly as his hoof lightly stroked the length of Wing's dick causing the pegasus to attempt air-humping once more, his body all but begging for release. "Beg for it..." Barrier stated, carefully putting Wing's ear in his mouth and nibbling as his magic removed the gag. "Beg, my little pegasus..." His magic moved to encompass the tip of Wing’s shaft.
"P...please..." Wing managed to gasp, hips moving once more to the tingly sensation that encompassed his member.
"Please what?" Barrier softly asked, tugging at his fellow soldier's ear, his own arousal quickly rising in the heat of their moment.
"Please..." Wing groaned painfully, "please just let me finish..."
"What do you want me to do?" Barrier asked, widening his magic to completely engulf the stallion’s shaft,
"Dammit Barrier, let me cum already!" Wing whined desperately, panting like a bitch in heat as another drip of spit added itself it to the small puddle on the floor.
"Since you asked so nicely," Barrier grinned malevolently and reared up once more, his slick member settling just behind Wing's tail, resting on his puckered ring. Without a moment’s hesitation Barrier drove his sopping length into Wing, driving right past his medial ring and causing the lavender stallion to shout out with a half-wail half-moan while his body shook and twitched to an extent that nearly yanked the rods from their ceiling-roots.
"Beg for it, my little pegaslut…" Barrier grinned as he began to hump wildly, balls slapping loudly against his lover’s, horn growing even brighter as his magic began to shift and fluctuate wildly along Wing’s member, the ring still holding tight.
With a desperate pant, Wing cried out once more, “Please, I’m begging you, let me goooo~” Wing’s voice suddenly went high-pitched as the ring vanished and his member began to throb at a whole new intensity. His dick erupted with fast and heavy spurts, coating the floor for nearly a minute straight before finally hanging limp ‘neath him.
“We’re not done yet…” Barrier stated as he once more began to bury his length, his second peak rapidly approaching. “Here it comes…” he panted out as he gave several more hard and jerky pumps before hilting a final time, lurching forward and taking the base of a wing firmly into his jaws as his member exploded for the second time that day, much to the pleasure of his lavender fuck-buddy whose eyes had all but rolled into the back of his head at this point.
After several heavy pumps, Barrier jerked backward, relieving Wing’s tailhole of i’s burden with a wet pop before giving several more spurts, decorating the pegasus’s back and wings with pearly white.
Barrier briefly basked in the afterglow of his second orgasm before, and with a satisfied grin, he pushed himself off of the lavender pegasus. With a quick flourish of his horn, the shackles snapped open, leaving Wing to crash onto the plush carpet, free of the steel rods.
“Hope it was as good for you as it was for me,” Magic Barrier whispered to the mess of a pony lying in a pool of his own drool and spunk beneath him. “Same time next week?” Barrier asked, getting only a tired groan of affirmation from Wing. “I look forward to it. I bet you do too…”
Another way to say you're welcome...
Same time next week, huh? The thought propelled the pegasus into an evening rendezvous with the castle walls. A lot had changed since Barrier had taken over the Canterlot Guard, but even his wisdom did not make up for the fact that the shadows had been his playground for quite some time. The lavender pegasus gave his saddle bag a final check, making sure that the contents were secured and that he would be free to move without making disastrous noises. Time was of the essence; the changeover was coming, and when it happened, he would slip in without a trace… for now.
Barrier sat at his desk and groaned. The evening hour was at hoof, and it was not exactly one renowned for excitement. The guards had just changed over though, which meant that once he finished pushing the dumb pile of paperwork, he could actually return home to some semblance of peace. Managing these guards brought no end of frustration. They were frankly incompetent sentries who seemed incapable of absorbing any of the practical lessons he had attempted to teach them. It was a disgrace that the most capable soldiers he had encountered since his return could not even show themselves for the honors they deserved.
“Shit…” the charcoal unicorn lamented as the imagined scent of lavender teased his memories. “Anything but lavender…” He allowed his head to drop upon the desk before taking another breath. The damn scent was still there - burning him, teasing him - but he had already repaid his debt. Why was that smell…
Barrier’s forehoof had already shot up to impact the object that had slipped through his ventilation shaft, but Wing anticipated the strike. With a flap of his wings, he matched the velocity of the swing and clung to the limb before a mischievous grin met the adrenaline-packed expression plastered over Barrier’s muzzle. “Hello Commander,” the pegasus teased in a playful tone as he slipped a suppressor ring over the soldier’s horn.
“A suppressor, Wing? Couldn’t you think up anything more inventive than that? Must be a shame for a physicist to fall that short of his reputation.” The playful tenor subsided when Wing dropped his saddlebag to the floor.
“I was inventive enough to completely negate your new and improved security measures. Although, it’s a good thing I did all that intel in advance. That right hook would probably drop a bitch, now wouldn’t it?” He was already hoof deep in the bag’s contents, retrieving pieces of steel and fabric that assembled themselves into a sturdy bondage frame equipped with four waiting cuffs and a padded collar.
“Nothing to stop me from dropping you right now, Pegasus. The princesses have taken quite the interest in your rogue operation. Maybe they’d get a kick from me dragging you in.”
Wing stared at the unicorn with a confident smirk plastered across his muzzle. “Did you really want to wait the full week, Barrier? More importantly, did you actually expect me to wait a week after that stunt you pulled?” He gave the frame a testing prod before approaching the stallion with a methodic trot. “And I think I know what you really want. It’d be a shame if you took away my opportunity to perform.”
He stopped behind the Barrier and chuckled, his forehoof already raised to deliver another preliminary strike. “Octavia may play the cello,” the lavender pegasus spoke as he gave a sharp tug to Barrier’s tail. He relished in the groan that the unicorn struggled to bite back once his tail was pulled taut. “But I play the fuckin’ bass,” Wing punctuated with a second sharp tug.
“If you’re gonna compete with Tavi then you better bring your A-game,” Barrier hissed through his teeth.
“My A-game?” Wing almost-chuckled, feathers carefully trailing along Magic Barrier’s side. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” As he spoke, his wing moved to rub the soft underside of the unicorn’s belly, and his eyes twinkled in anticipation.
Barrier only grinned defiantly, craning his head to meet Wing’s gaze. With two simple words he started the downward -or upward, depending on the point of view- spiral of his night, “Bring it, pegaslut.” He shook free of of the intruder and courted the stout steel frame. “So is this payback for the chains?” he asked in a tone that skirted a tease and a legitimate question. “And what makes you think…”
Wing lifted his forehoof and dragged his tongue over its surface. Pegasus magic took its due course as the moisture was promptly shaped into a rather energetic little cloud. Sparks jumped along its surface, and the lavender stallion gave no time for Barrier to finish his question as he drove the electric current into the unicorn’s flank.
Barrier flexed slightly as the pegasus shocked his limbs closer and closer to the looming equipment. Wing grinned as he agitated the cloud with his hooves and pressed it to Barrier’s cutie mark. It responded with a sharp crack of its own, causing Barrier to groan out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Payback?” Wing continued. “I loved the chains, I just wanted to return the favor.” He pressed the makeshift cattle prod to Barrier’s other flank, licking his lips sensually at the moan he received. With slow and deliberate movements, Wing moved each of Barrier’s hoofs into position and shackled the stallion into the spreader base. “I look forward to breaking you like you did to me,” Wing whispered seductively as he took the tip of Barrier’s ear between his teeth and chewed slightly.
Jerking his head, Barrier turned back and stared in defiance once more, “I didn’t break under griffin chains and I’ll not break under yours. Do your worst,” he grinned lasciviously, “and I do mean your worst.”
With a sharp flap of his wings, Wing grabbed a wad of Barrier’s mane, kneading it carefully between the hoof-sized thundercloud, “There’s only one thing wrong with that,” Wing spoke as he moved his free hoof into position, “I’m not a fuckin’ Griffin.” The appendage descended, triggering another discharge that sent electric arcs cascading through the multiple shades of blue.
Body shaking slightly, Barrier took several short breaths, “Well,” he moaned out, hanging his head slightly, “so far you’re sure fuckin’ like one.” Barrier let his eyes roam over the steel contraption, committing it to memory. Three steel posts, that likely would have risen to roughly shoulder height if turned skyward, interlocked in an ‘H’ shape to form the base of the contraption. Each leather cuff protruded from the end of the bars, and it was apparent that the straps had been well-secured to their steel companions. A fourth post rose from near the front-facing connection of the frame, jutting towards the Celestial heavens to deliver that padded collar ever closer to his waiting neck.
Wing jerked Barrier’s mane once more, quickly ending the observation period as he forced the unicorn into the captivating clutches of the collar. “It takes one to know one, Captain,” Wing quipped upon stealing what little mobility the stallion still had.
“You should know,” Barrier shot back, testing the freedom each of his limbs and head had retained. Realization that he was truly immobile shot through his body like an arrow, spiking his heart rate to a quickening pedestal driven by unfamiliarity and anticipation. No pony had ever gotten this far with him...
“You know, that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days.” Wing pressed the thundercloud into Barrier’s flank once more, invoking a groan of exclusive pleasure from the stallion that chased away the forgotten legacy of pain.
“Well, it looks like I’m already doing better than any griffin,” Wing noted as his eyes settled upon the swollen member dangling freely beneath his captive. “Mmm…” Wing hummed, head snaking underneath the unicorn, “and it’s always a plus to over-achieve when the target is such a delicious-looking stallion…”
“Too much stallion for you to handle!” Barrier snarled, ever-defiant.
The outburst was met with a short snicker as the feel of the thundercloud slid over Barrier’s vulnerable balls. All it would take was a single snap, a snip of a pegasus command, to send those currents sparking down the moaning stallion’s masculinity. “Judging by your swollen cock, I’m handling you pretty well so far.”
Biting back the moans, Barrier managed to shift just slightly. The steel rods sprung to life in response, sliding roughly along the floor and causing the unicorn’s erection to slap against his belly with a wet smack from the recoil.
Beneath the helpless prisoner Wing just chuckled before scoring another groan with a quick peck to the tip of the stallion’s vivacious shaft. He practically floated beneath the soldier before rising to his hooves, and he very deliberately trailed his hoof along Barrier’s muzzle as sensually as he could. “Are you ready to be played, my pretty little bass?”
Breathing heavily, Barrier glared at the pegasus and exhaled a raspy, “Bring it.”
The resistance sent Wing scurrying back towards his saddlebag. “As you wish,” he stated, his hoof rummaging until a sultry expression blossomed into existence. “I think I have the perfect bows for my bass.” Having plucked a pink bowtie from the sack, Wing held the accessory before Barrier for a few seconds to let it sink in. Within moments, Octavia’s bow was wrapped around the lavender pegasus, provoking mesmerizing sensations of familiarity, tenderness, and history that only faded once the unicorn sensed the tip of a riding crop gracefully dancing along his muzzle.
“Bet you play even worse than Vinyl,” the stallion gasped, fighting for any defiant ground he could.
“Remember when I told you that mouth would get you in trouble?” Wing’s muzzle snaked into the bag, unearthing a bit from the from the collection of well-packed mission gear. “Consider this me doing you a favor.” The pegasus transferred the bit to his free forehoof and started trailing kisses along Barrier’s throat. He drifted, allowing the band of Octavia’s bow to brush against the stallion’s coat before he dug his teeth into a bite.
The sudden pain sent a rush of wind through Barrier’s gaping muzzle, which gave the pegasus all the time in the world needed to slide the bit into place and fasten it with deft and well-oiled motions.
“So, tell me Captain,” Wing whispered as he trailed the tip of the riding crop along Barrier’s swollen length, “is Vinyl this refined?”
Barrier only grunted in response, closing his eyes and trying to focus on anything but his painfully hard shaft.
“What’s the matter big guy? No witty retorts all of a sudden? Afraid of something?” Wing carefully prodded Barrier’s medial ring with the tip of the crop. “Afraid of how big I’ve made you? You know that’s why I wore the bowtie, right? The thrill is in the details…”
“Fuck you,” Barrier managed to push around the metal bit.
“That’s my intention, Barrier … when the moment is right anyway,” Wing responded as began a gradual trot towards the stallion’s backside. He smirked while dragging his hoof along Barrier’s charcoal coat, and he wasted little time before swiftly striking the crop against the unicorn’s exposed plot.
With a sharp intake of air, Barrier’s member once more slapped against his belly as the whip caused him to squirm. “Heh! Twenty bits says you pop early.”
“Major, keep that up and I will tighten that fucking bit.” Wing reached forward and wrapped the stallion’s mane around his hoof before bequeathing a dominating tug. The tip of the crop leapt like an unloaded spring into Barrier’s plot, producing a satisfying burn that rippled throughout the unicorn’s susceptible body.
“Is that all you’ve got?” the stallion threw past the bit. “My ass ain’t like yours. It won’t break!”
“I don’t want to break your ass, Barrier. I want to break you.” Wing gave a one-huff chuckle and gradually wrapped his wings around the stallion. “I don’t have the luxury of using magic to make my victim beg, but I do have these.” The pegasus began stroking his prisoner’s shaft with the silky lavender feathers. “Though, since you liked playing with these, vengeance is served.”
“F-fucker,” Barrier groaned out as his member twitched in a shameful response. They were soft to the touch, teasing, arousing appendages that prodded his helpless body and spurred his wandering mind. Wing’s primaries trickled along his length, provoking grunts that the unicorn struggled to hold back.
“That’s Colonel, Rookie.” The whisper pushed Magic Barrier over the proverbial edge. His hips began to weakly thrust against the curtain of tantalizing pegasus pride. “Looks like I’ve got you breaking already…”
“B-bite me!” Barrier exclaimed as a rush of pleasure sent his hips flying forward again. The warmth of those teasing wings yielded to a cool chill as the pegasus gave a brief retreat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the unicorn knew what was about to happen, but the uninhibited moan emerged all the same when he felt Wing’s teeth lightly press against his balls. His tail swished back and forth as the pegasus’s tongue swirled along his sac, and he quivered as the captor blew a warm stream of air over the sensitive target.
“Does my rookie have a wing fetish, or does he just really like the teeth?”
Barrier quivered as the torrents of pleasure began to drown his defiant essence. “N-not saying,” he spat past his bit while trying to regain some semblance of composure
“Playin the good little captive, hmm soldier?” The pegasus stepped in front of the bound captain and spread his wings for the unicorn to see. “Do you want your hero to paint you with his feathers? Do you want him to agonizingly stroke every inch of your stallionhood until you remember the brushes of my skills?”
“I don’t need your wings,” Barrier lied. He could feel his dick flopping around underneath him like a horny little colt with its own bucking mind. “No, I don’t…”
“You’re so full of shit, Barrier. I’m in intelligence,” Wing retorted as he drew one of his feathery appendages across the stallion’s muzzle. “Now go on, let me hear you beg for them.”
“I… refuse…” Barrer groaned needily as his shaft once again slapped against his underside. He was utterly crumbling, clinging on to some historical piece of resistance and tour-de-force that had saved him in a completely different era. “Griffons couldn’t do…”
Wing yanked the stallion’s muzzle so Barrier had no choice but to gaze into the piercing stare that emanated from the pegasus. “I’ve grown tired of that shit, Magic Barrier. Don’t you bucking thing for one more fucking second that I don’t deserve to hear you squeal. Don’t you keep thinking that you’re the only one in this fucking room that has gone through a war. You’re special. You’ve got the strength and magic to absolutely crush me, but I’ve earned my bloody fucking eagle. You know I have the agility to dance around that cock of yours a billion times before it even knows what to twitch and slap to, so if you want me to take this wing and stroke the living shit out of you, then you are going to stow your ego and fucking beg for it right this bucking second.”
The words were crushing. Barrier maintained the resulting silence for several seconds before a groan escaped through his clenched teeth. His head lowered beneath the weight of Wing’s lingering rant, and for the first time in his memory, Magic Barrier found himself beginning to break. “Please use your wings on me,” he uttered in little more than a whisper.
“Louder Barrier,” the pegasus directed as his feathers lightly brushed over the stallion’s shaft. Wing’s hoof once again found itself placed in a position to lift the unicorn’s head.
“Use your wings on me,” he answered when his hips began to buck as much as the allotted freedoms would allow. “Dammit, use your wings on me! I’m begging you!” He was hushed when Wing pressed forward to render a firm kiss upon his muzzle. Barrier’s heart was pounding, his pulse seemingly embracing thick, hard spurts, as the shame of the admission sat firmly implanted within his mind, but the contented look that had captured Wing’s expression sent a relieving chill swirling throughout the unicorn’s exposed body.
The pegasus retook his perch to Barrier’s rear, and soon after, his wingtips promptly raked Barrier’s shaft in sweeping motions that enveloped its entire length. Moans departed the guard’s muzzle as his hips worked with the motions of the unbearably teasing wings. He had no idea how long he would last in this position, for never before had he felt so utterly broken, yet completely enthralled.
“Didn’t you say I wouldn’t last at all?” Wing quipped as he climbed atop the trembling stallion. “I’ll tell you what, Barrier. Why don’t we make a little sport out of it? If I end up finishing too early for you, then you can use all that glorious magic of yours to turn me into a good little mare for our next rendezvous. I’ll even wear a skimpy schoolgirl uniform just for you, with a little pink lace underneath.”
Oh dammit, Barrier thought as wingtips prodded his throbbing ring. “And if-and if I lose?” he stuttered as the pegasus continued to provoke moans and grunts into existence.
“Black lace, maid outfit, full service,” Wing spoke with a covert operations ice that sent shivers pulsing down Magic Barrier’s bones. The pegasus could practically see the alarm bells triggering in his captive’s mind as they manifested in subsequent jerks and jitters before the accord was finally achieved. He hilted the unicorn in a single thrust, jamming his shaft deeply into the unicorn’s tailhole before his meandering teeth found Barrier’s tender ear. He slapped and coaxed the stallion’s shaft as he ferociously rode his rutted prize.
“Fuuuckk….” Barrier gasped, summoning every disgusting image he could imagine to try to delay the inevitable. Each thrust jabbed him closer to the brink, and he shook his head slightly to try to shake the conniving pegasus from his sensitive ear. If he wanted to win the bet - if I want that hot stallion to be a… - he would have to gain the upper hoof quickly. He started to feed magical energy into the damn suppressor ring, hoping to Celestia that he was not too out of pracitce with his SERE techniques.
“That’s right, Barrier; I’m fucking you, thrusting into my sexy bow, pounding my balls against yours as you hopelessly struggle.” He moaned and shivered as his shaft ground against Barrier’s insides, and his wings flared out as his primaries meandered along the prisoner’s pulsing member.
The stimulation was not helping Barrier’s cause. He was panting like a bitch in heat when he finally felt the inhibitor slip upwards. He inwardly grinned at the accomplishment. He had only managed to move the device a centimeter, but it was all he needed for his horn to spring to life.
“Ohhhhhhh!” Wing squealed as Barrier’s energy cupped and massaged his balls. “You crafty bastard!” He panted wildly, thrusting with the same enthusiasm while the unicorn’s shaft began to vibrate from the tide of a pending climax.
Dammit, hold on. Pre spilled from Barrier’s tip when a fresh bite dug into his ear. The depth Wing had driven into him left his insides quaking, and he knew that he did not have much time. Wailing, Barrier launched the bucking ring from his horn and began to massage, rotate and grope Wing’s sac with his magic. His horn radiated a vivid glow that stretched around the pegasus’s wings to produce yet another flashpoint battleground, yet he just could not hold it in any longer. He groaned as the last of his willpower faded, and copious amounts of seed spilled in the eruption that followed.
Meanwhile, Wing was squealing from the magic. Screams burst from his lungs as the unicorn viciously toyed with his balls and wings, and the boosted pressure made him unload deep into Barrier’s insides. With the tingle of magic still coating his body, Wing slumped upon Barrier’s back and huffed deeply while the feel of seeping seed dripped along his hind legs.
“Fuckin’ Tartarus … I feel so full…” Barrier exhaled. His knees threatened to buckle, even if the binds would not actually allow it. It was a sensation of satisfaction that the powerful stallion had rarely felt. “T-tie?” he managed to ask, craning his neck until he could press his lips to the muzzle of the slumping Wing.
The pegasus gradually lifted his hoof and released the unicorn from the collar. It was all he could do before he collapsed completely into Barrier’s charcoal fur. “I’ll be your mare, and you’ll be my maid?” he huffed in something that came across as a half-question-half-answer.
Barrier loosened the remaining straps with a flicker of his magic and tumbled onto the floor with the pegasus in tow. “Deal,” he answered through the exhausted daze that followed a good orgasm. He stretched his limbs limply towards the tired stallion and pulled the lighter pegasus into his grasp. “Post-coitus cuddle?”
“Accepted.”
Author's Note
I think this speaks for itself.
