To tame the flame

Spitfire looked around the darkened room. She'd heard about this new club, but was unable to learn much about it aside from it had live dancers. So far all she could see was a bored pony sitting behind a table while a bulkier stallion blocked a door leading deeper into the club. She wore jeans and a white tee-shirt with a leather jacket. She stopped at the table looking down at the scrawny looking mare who sat there. "Cover charge is five bits and have your ID ready." Spitfire frowned but dug out her ID and the bits. The mare looked over the offered identification. "Hey you're with the wonder bolts. Any ways sweety I had to check. Enjoy your stay." The mare handed the card back to Spitfire as the bulky stallion stepped aside to allow entry to the club proper.

The main club was dominated by a bar on one side and a stage. Tables were arranged around the room so that the stage would be the focal point of attention. Like the room before it was dimly lit save for the stage, which was bathed in several bright spot lights, and the bar with a row of lights above the tender's area. An odd shadow lurked in one of the darker corners of the room. Spitfire paid it no attention as she walked towards the bar. She did note that several tables had small gatherings of mares or stallions sitting at them. She looked at the stage seeing three mares and two stallions all rather fit and trim dancing seductively and wearing the barest of clothes that left nothing to the imagination. Spitfire noticed that there was something else about the dancers that might have been easily ignored. She shrugged it off ordering a drink. She noticed again the strange shadow in the corner as it seemed to move, and more that there seemed to be a door hidden just out of normal veiw.

Spitfire had looked away to watch the dancers again and the mares had removed the tight skimpy tops to reveal their breasts for all in the club to see. Two of them were earth mares with sizable D-cups while the last was a unicorn with a generous C-cup size. The sight made Spitfire blush slightly and glance at her own B-cup bust. The bar mare placed another drink on the counter turning away quickly. "The matron sends you one on the house." The soft delicate voice snapped Spitfire from her thoughts as she took the free drink looking at it for a moment before taking a sip. Her gaze returned to the stage watching as the mares and the stallions continued to sway seductively while stripping what clothes remained and tossing them to the crowd.The stallions were well enough but not as endowed as the mares were. Still they had enough to entice a mare with.This matron must be more in favor of mares. Spitfire found herself thinking more on this and who the matron was.

The combination of strong booze and the enticing bodies of the dancers had Spitfire feeling aroused and flustered. When the first dance was done the stallions and mares filed off the stage and a new dancer stepped out. This one was a pegasus wearing a tight flight suit like the one worn by the Wonder Bolts. Like before as Spitfire finished her drink another was left within her reach. Now she paid little heed to the shadow in the corner that watched her, and didn't see when it had vanished. Once the Pegasus mare had finished her act, which didn't involve removing her suit but opening stategic flaps, and left the stage the room was plunged into total darkness. The lights for the bar remained on but the stage was impossible to see now. Music began to play building up until with a flash of sound a spotlight came on. The figure within it was definately female as she started to sing. The light showed enough leaving the face out of view despite the faint glint of amythest in her eyes. The singer's body swayed seductively as those reflective gem eyes locked on Spitfire. The pegasus was enthralled by the movements and it seemed the singer was singing just for her. The singer stepped out of the light beckoning with a hand for Spitfire to follow as her song came to a close. Spitfire felt herself drawn to follow leaving the bar in pursuit of the tantalizing figure.

Spitfire walked after the strange female. The dark figure seemed to always stay just out of clear view. It was almost as if the shadows were intent on holding the figure so none could see her. They were heading down a hallway and the pegasus could hear the sounds of sex from several of the rooms. A few sounded as if it was more than just two partnered and the grunts, moans and pleasured screams only made Spitfire more aware of the growing need of her own loins. She almost didn't see her unknown hostess step into a door way. She paused outside the open door looking back the way she had come realizing she had no idea how to get out from here. The walk had taken them around several turns. She knew that she should try to leave but this was the one who'd bought her drinks for the night and she at least had to thank her. Spitfire drew herself up proudly and stepped into the room. The door closed behind her and an almost silent click told her it was locked.

A pair of soft, delicate and deceptively strong hands grasped her waist slowly sliding up her sides. The touch was gentle, but firm as the hands made the journey up her sides then to her chest gripping her breasts. She felt a tingle shoot through her as her tits were massaged through her shirt causing her arousal to rise even more. There was a strong scent in the air that tickled her nose. She could barely hear the moaning of other mares and a few stallions from other rooms which only added to the erotic situation she had found herself in. She didn't even notice that her jacket was now on the floor or that the hands had pushed her shirt up. She still felt them on her breasts and now she looked down to see they were carressing her through only her sport bra. She couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her lips. It was made even more difficult from the press of lips on her neck. She found her own hand working to work her jeans off. Her shirt soon followed leaving her standing there in only her sport bra and panties.

Spitfire gasped as one of the hands slid into her panties to caress her marehood. Delicate fingers rubbed her clit and labia while the other fondled her breasts. She could now smell her own arousal as her juices began to soak through her panties. She lifted her bra pulling it off over her head. The hand servicing her tits now began to pinch and twist her nipples. She let out a low moan from the shock of pleasure which came from the attention only to find two fingers sliding into her velvety pussy. The other was clearly very skilled as the fingers probed her depths expertly exploring her inner walls. She didn't even try to fight it as her hips instinctively bucked into the hand tending to the aching need. There was still some desire to escape but it had been lost within her now lust adled brain. Her body trembled as a pressure built up within her with every teasing stroke of the fingers inside her. The hand on her breasts sending even more pleasure through her rendering her voice into a series of moans. Spitfire held as long as she could under the pleasured assault before crying out feeling the hot rush of her mare cum surge past her swollen nether lips.

Her legs were now almost useless from her orgasm. She basked in the tremors as she rode out her climax, only vaguely aware she was being carried to a bed deeper into the room. Her eyes had closed during her pleasure spike and as she slowly drifted down from the euphoric high, she felt her pantes being peeled away. She lay there panting. She doubted she could have stood on her own after that without having to take a few moments. Her mind was still in a lusty fog as she felt a warm tounge lap up the juices from her marehood. "F-fuck me..." Spitfire gasped out all to aware that the burning desire had not abated. She heard the rustle of clothes being discarded before she felt a hardness rubbing over her puffy folds. Her eyes stayed closed until she felt a pointed tip press onto the hungry pussy lips then slowly pushing inside. Spitfire now looked upon the face of her host who had the same amythest eyes as before, but now she could distinctly tell her partner was canine. Those gentle but strong hands gripped her hips as the shaft sank deeper inside her marehood. Despite herself a long moan slipped from her mouth as the stiff member vanished inch by inch. The strong, firm hands moved to lift Spitfire's legs letting them rest on the silky furred canine shoulders. Now Spitfire was effectively trapped under the canine lover. The dark furred canine leaned forward sealing the trap completely.

Spitfire panted as her partner paused for a moment to savor the velvety clinging tightness of her marehood. The agonizingly slow withdrawal of the shaft sent shivers through the mare before it was pushed back inside her filling her once more. The canine pulled back again slightly faster. The lingering mare cum coating her inner walls made the insertion easier as she felt it go deeper. The canine's hips slapped against her rump making her rock slightly under her partner. Again she was starting to moan as that pointed shaft began to pull out and plunge back in at a steady pace. The lust filled pegasus was having trouble thinking about anything more than the burning desire in her loins and the tingling pleasure she was getting from being railed by this canine. Instinctively her inner walls clenched around the member sliding inside her. She was now aware that those loving hands were on her breasts again squeezing and fondling them as her nipples rubbed against her lover's. She could feel the bed and her body rock with every powerful thrust and hear the lewd wet slap each time the canine's hips hit her rump.

Spitfire's senses were being assaulted by her own desire and the mare scent from her first climax combined with the heavy musk that was in the room already. The sound of the bed under her rocking gently with every thrust as well as the barely noticible moans from other rooms only forced her to focus on her situation of being reamed by the canine pinning her. Her pleasure was quickly mounting causing her pussy to ripple around the puppy pecker plunging into her. Just as she thought she was about to orgasm again her lover slowed her pace keeping her at the edge of her peak but release was just out of reach. This was the case several times as the canine would speed up bringing her just to the verge of orgasmic bliss only to slow down and let her body calm down again. Her mind was clouded by her lust and all she could do was moan while her lover teased and used her body. After what felt like an eternity the canine began to use shorter, faster and harder thrusts to plow into her pussy. Spitfire hadn't even noticed the swollen bulbous mass just inside her locking the shaft in her marehood. Her body tensed and quivered while her abused cunt convulsed around the slab of meat trapped inside it. Her juices squirted out around the rod painting her rump and the others thighs in her nectar. The pointed cock suddenly jerked with a final slapping thrust and a hot gush of sticky seed poured into Spitfire's honey pot to surge into her womb.

Rope after hot rope of the thick goo came from the pointed tip inside Spitfire. Her voice came out in gasping cries of pleasure and lustful moans. She realized for the first time she was truely trapped. It wasn't only from being pinned on her back or the stiff wings but from the knotted cock in her pussy too. Each pulsing jump of the shaft filled her more and it wasn't stopping yet. It would take a while yet for the swollen bulb to shrink enough to pull from inside her and until then it would continue to pump canine semen into her body. All Spitfire could do now was wait it out and feel the residual tingle of her orgasms. She watched as her belly slowly started to puff out from being so full of cum. It was nearly an hour later when Spitfire finally felt the mostly deflated bulb slip out of her with a lewd wet pop. Spitfire could feel some of the trapped seed spilling from her stretched pussy towards her tail. She felt a sudden rush of desire as the newly released musk hit her nose. That pointed tip rubbed over her puckered star rubbing the cum coating over and partly into it.

The canine smiled down at Spitfire who was already starting to moan and whine with fresh need. She felt her anus being stretched open as the shaft slowly pushed into it slickened by the combined cum. Spitfire could feel the rod pushing deeper as every inch was swallowed by her back door. Once she had it all inside her she heard that same musical voice in a half growl and half purr. "Such a lovely creature like yourself desrves only the best. I can tell from how your voice cries out that you are enjoying yourself. I shall not keep you waiting any longer." Spitfire groaned as she felt the rod retreating from her tail star. The canine thrust back into her forcefully causing her to rock from the impact. She wouldn't have resisted even if her legs weren't pinned as they were. This was a new feeling for the stunt flier. Normally she'd be on top or bent over for this sort of treatment. Her hips tried to buck onto the canine's cock as she could feel it deeper inside her as her lover pumped the rod steadily. Her lover pressed her lips to the mare's during a moan. Their tounges danced and twirled about each other. Spitfire was gripping the bed covers tighly while her ass was being pounded.

Spitfire was loving the feeling of being at her lover's mercy. Her entrapment only made the pleasure she felt even more thrilling. Her body quivered as she rode the euphoric high rapidly towards another climax. Her voice cried out in muffled screams into the passionate kiss of her canine lover. Steadily with every wet lewdly slurping thrust the bulbous knot began to swell. She knew what it would mean if it grew inside her tight puckered star, and she desperately wanted it. She jerked under the canine as, to her mutual horror and delight, she got just that. The familiar tension rose inside her building to an even more powerful release. Her whole body quaked as her climax hit her. Almost as if triggered the pointed pecker jerked flooding Spitfire's bowels with the sticky white goo.

Spitfire panted breathlessly as she waited for the canine's knot to shrink again. Each pulse of that shaft released more seed into her tail star and made her belly expand slightly more. The poor mare was starting to think that her lover would flood her so much she'd vomit the thick cum. The thought of tasting the canine's cream wasn't a bad one, but not being able to swallow it didn't thrill her. This time she didn't even notice when the shaft popped free. She did notice when something else was pushed into the abused anal ring trapping the hot fluid inside her. She did feel that her legs were no longer trapped and there was a silky soft body next to hers. Her lover's voice whispering into her ear, "How did you enjoy your first night in Kiva's Keep and the Burning Rose Club? Oh and in case you didn't guess already. I'm the matron, Kiva Starfire."

Spitfire smiled weakly basking in the after glow of the vigorous romp she'd just endured. "It was a first. Most of my partners can't keep up with me." She didn't say it but had to admit to herself that Kiva had done more than keep up. She was completely spent yet her lover didn't seem to be out of steam yet. Fortunately for the tired mare, her partner for the evening wasn't pushing for another round. Spitfire's eyes drifted closed while she enjoyed the silent comfort of being cuddled. "We should do this again sometime," Spitfire muttered softly as she fell into a deep sleep.

Spitfire woke the next morning wearing her sports bra and panties. She couldn't remember putting them back on and much of the night had been a blur. She did remember the incredible sex. She also noted her clothes were neatly folded in a chair next to the bed. She stretched and was thinking about a shower when she noticed the letter and box set atop her clothes. She lifted the box before setting it on the bed next to her. Only now had she realized she was alone in the room. She raised a brow before taking the letter and reading it. ~Sorry to leave you alone, but I had other matters to attend to. I have attached directions to guide you to the exit. The box you likely found holds your key to seeing me again. It will allow you to bypass the cover charge and serves as your ID for the club. I do hope to see you again so we can get to know each other better. I did so enjoy our short time together. -Kiva~

Several days later Spitfire found herself recounting her past releations and the wonderful night with the dark club matron. Pratice was over and training cadets finished for the day. She looked at the ring she now wore. It was a golden band with intricate designs engraved. A single amythest stone was set in the top looking like it rested on a pyre of roses set on fire. "Why not? Not like any of these bums can scratch that itch like Kiva did." Spitfire smiled to herself and set out towards the club known as The Burning Rose. She entered the doors much like the first time only now she raised the hand on which the VIP ring adorned. The mare at the desk chuckled softly waving her through. Spitfire thought she'd heard the mare tell the bouncer somthing about the marton being sweet on the captain of the wonderbolts.

Spitfire again sat at the bar. This time the dark figure was absent from the corner. Spitfire had been hoping to see Kiva hiding just in the shadows like the last time, but not seeing her once lover made her heart sink. She was about to order a drink when she heard a familiar voice behind her. "Two glasses of the special red wine." Spitfire blinked looking over as Kiva sat down next to her. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I had some paper work to finish up. My dancers are a bit happier now and business has picked up since the last time." Spitfire could feel her mouth curling up into a smile. This was perfect. Her canine lover hadn't left her hanging and they were sharing a drink like good friends.

"I never told you my name last time." She had completely forgotten to introduce herself to Kiva and was about to do so now when Kiva raised a hand and shook her head. The canine turn her head slightly and Spitfire followed her gaze to a news paper clipping. "Oh yeah. I forgot about that." She felt Kiva's hand on her shoulder. Spitfire turned her head to look at the canine only to find her lips meeting the matron's. The kiss wasn't the hot lust-filled passion from the last time but a softer caring warmth. They broke apart leaving Spitfire with a bright blush and a giddy tingle in her belly. She knew she had to have a dopey grin since she heard her own voice in a giggle. "You know Kiva. I think I'm in love." They leaned towards each other smiling as their lips locked in another romantic kiss that promised an equally wild night to soon follow.