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.