A Fleeting Wind

Standing outside the door to a private quarter, the large pegasus stallion by the name of Calm Wind stood bouncing from hoof to hoof. He’d been planning this for a while since his first private encounter with Fleetfoot, but wasn’t sure how to go about it. Until he saw the pilot in Canterlot, entering a store down a side street. The massive pegasus had followed, but quickly turned away with a blush when he saw what was on display in the window.

Which is what lead him to his current location, sweating a little as he tried to build the courage to knock on the door, several other Wonderbolts having passed and giving him curious looks. Taking a deep breath, he finally tapped his hoof on the wooden portal, hearing hushed talking and quick movement around inside the room, before the door opened to reveal an orange pegasus, who looked up at Calm.

“Oh hey! Buff horse,” Lucky greeted Calm, giving a smile. “What... what can I do for you?” He made sure to keep the door mostly closed, leaving just his head and shoulder on show, making it look like he had something to hide.

“I uh...” began Calm, looking both ways down the corridor to ensure nopony was within ear shot before taking a deep breath. “Look, I saw you in Canterlot the other day, and I was wondering if...” A small blush began to form on Calm’s cheeks, whilst Lucky’s expression turned more suspicious. “...I was wondering if you could... teach me?”

Lucky blinked several times before grinning wide and stepping back, opening the door fully. “Come on in,” he said, letting the other stallion in. “We have a guest.” It was then Calm understood why Lucky was keeping the door mostly shut, for upon the pilot’s bed was the last pony that he expected to find.

“Good evening, Calm, We trust you are having a pleasant day?” Princess Luna asked, though a response was not given. It might have been due to one of the Royal Sisters being on the bed of a lowly pilot, but it might have also had something to do with how she was dressed. From head to hoof she was in a shiny cyan suit, much like a Wonderbolt flight outfit but more... rubbery, with only her mouth, eyes, mane, and tail on show. “Is thou okay?”

Calm just nodded slowly as he looked whilst Lucky closed the door, walking over to sit on the bed next to Luna. What came next was a complete surprise as the smaller pony of the three suddenly spanked Luna hard, causing her to yelp then let out a pleasured moan. “So, I assume you’re here cos you want to learn a little bondage?” Lucky said out loud, knowing he hit the nail on the head by the blush on Calm’s muzzle growing wider.

Not really needing an answer, Lucky opened the draw under his bed to reveal a wide selection of items of questionable nature. Various straps with balls and rings on them, piles of rope of multiple colours, leather cuffs, metal bars, and more. Selecting a length of pink rope, Lucky hummed as he pulled Luna’s forehooves behind her back, waving Calm close.

Calm did just that, albeit slowly, and watched as Lucky tied Luna’s hooves up. They were unbound and bound several times, Calm getting a clear view of what to do. “As you can see, it’s easy to do. Any questions?” Lucky asked, Calm shaking his head as he mentally noted down what he saw. Lucky continued, retying Luna’s hooves, a bit tighter this time, the alicorn giving a moan as she tried to get free and found out she couldn’t. “Okay, so that’s the forehooves done. We’ll go with classic ties for now.”

Shifting around, Lucky grabbed another bit of rope and bound Luna’s hind hooves tightly, then used a third to bind her thighs. A longer bit was used around her wings, barrel, and upper forelegs, keeping them pinned to her body. “Simple as that, and she can’t move anywhere. Tight enough for you?” he asked Luna with a smirk.

“We have had tighAAHH!” Luna yelped as Lucky spanked her a few times, rather harshly, and she tried to squirm away though the ropes didn’t let her. Calm idly wondered why she wasn’t using her magic to get free, and a quick glance at her horn, at least through the shiny clothing, showed no visible magic restrictors... and then the implication hit Calm; Luna wanted this. “Y-yes, it is tight enough for Us, sir.”

Lucky simply patted her rump this time, which, to the further surprise of Calm and his ever expanding perception of the princess, the alicorn responded to with a purr. This little escapade of his was starting to challenge everything he thought he knew about the royals, and briefly wondered if Celestia was this way too.

“Okay,” Lucky started, untying Luna completely. “Now, I assume you’re here cos you wanna tie Fleetfoot, but I need to know. Is it for teasing or for sex?” This time there was no answer from Calm, because he was too busy staring at the wall as Luna slowly removed her suit, showing the room her sweaty form, she gave a small moan when the portion from her crotch was removed; Calm couldn’t help but look and immediately saw why, two long hard shafts on the inside of the suit. Luckily, Lucky’s voice snapped him back to some form of reality. “You blush any harder, mate, your head’s gonna burst.”

Shaking his head, Calm watched as Luna followed nothing more than a simple hoof signal from Lucky, rolling onto her front and spreading her limbs out to each corner of the bed. “I... how did you do that?” Calm finally spoke whilst in the room, clearly curious.

“We... have been into this for a long time,” Luna answered, sighing happily. “We were quite excited to learn of one here who could scratch that itch. Not even our captain can, despite his best attempts. As for Lucky, he knows the signals for wordless play.”

“Yeah, P.L... could do with some more lessons too, but he’s more suited to a sub than a dom. At least for Luna.” Lucky said, slowly working his way around the bed. As he did so, he showed Calm how to make single cuffs from the ropes, which was tied off to a knob on each corner of the bed. “Now, this is a perfect teasing position, to get your mare all worked up and ready for you.” He slid his hooves lightly over one of Luna’s wings, making the mare moan and shiver.

“It’s also good if she’s being uppity, so you can punish her.” Once more he gave an example, spanking Luna again; Calm took a slightly closer look and could see some bright pink skin through her fur, wondering how many times she’d be struck that night. “Now.... I’ve heard you two, even despite her room being two stories up. You’re going to need one of these.” Luna wasn’t given much choice as Lucky shoved a ballgag into her open mouth and buckled it up tight. “So, that’s teasing. For sex, if you want her to be on her back, just roll her over onto her back, but tie her limbs in the same way. Oh! And aftercare! Aftercare is one of the most important things, so make sure she’s okay after the session. Lots of hugs and kisses, that kind of thing. Anything else?” he asked, looking up at Calm.

“Yeah... what... what if I want to try some other positions?” The answer was given in the form a book being dropped onto the desk, Calm blinking as he read the title. “One hundred and one forms of bondage... Uh... well, thanks, I guess.”

“No problem.” Lucky set about packing a pile of ropes and a couple of gags out, before pulling out a long cane with a flap of leather on the end. “This is in case you don’t want to use your hoof.” Before Calm could confirm what he thought it was, Lucky brought it down hard on Luna’s rump, causing her to tense up and let out a muffled shriek from the gag, which was followed by a long moan and much squirming.

Lucky tried to fit it in the bag, but couldn’t close it up fully, to shrugged and passed it over to him. “All yours buff horse. Now, I’m not being rude, but...” Calm followed Lucky’s gaze to the bed, his blush returning full force as he saw Luna with her tail hiked and lips glistening.

“Y-yeah, of course! Um... enjoy yourselves?” Calm moved quickly, heading out of the door with Lucky closing it back up and locking it once more, before trotting over and hopping up onto the bed behind Luna.

“Now, where were we, your highness?” he asked before lowering his muzzle and slipping his tongue into her.

Back outside in the hallway, Calm took several deep breaths, thanked whatever deity, either demi or full, that was listening his wings had only spread slightly, and looked around. Seeing the coast was clear, he went to put the bag on his back, but as his hooves were a bit shaky from what he saw he dropped it, the contents spilling across the floor.

“Oh dear, let me help you with that.” Calm’s ears flicked as he heard an all too familiar voice, followed by the gear on the floor being surrounded in a yellow aura. “You seem flustered, Calm, are you okay? It’s not like you to drop.... Things...”

Swallowing nervously, he turned with a sheepish smile and look at Bliss, who was staring at what she had picked up with a cocked head and wide eyes. All it took was a glance at who's room they were stood outside of for her to shrug, repack the bag, and set it on Calm’s back, smiling at him. “Just be careful, okay? If you need anything afterwards, such as an ice pack, feel free to come see me. Nothing more will be said. Now, off you go.”

Calm simply nodded, then started his trek back to his room, thankfully not bumping into anypony else on his way. He pushed his way through the door and smiled, looking at the mare upon his bed, who had her back to him. His wings stiffened a little as he looked her up and down, really enjoying the view of her black stockings and garter belt, and the way her hoof was...

...his cheeks turned beet red and his wings shot out as he realised she was touching herself, and he forced himself to look away, to another part of her... where he saw her looking at magazines. With photos. Of herself. Taking a deep breath, Calm waited a minute before clearing his throat.

Fleetfoot responded exactly how he expected her, with a yelp and trying to cover herself and the magazines. She looked over her shoulder and glared at him, but her expression softened when she saw the bag on his back, and soon became a smile. “I see your lessons went well... how’d he teach you?” she asked.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe it,” he replied as he shifted the bag to the floor, a confident smirk on his muzzle. “But that’s for another time, right now... you have to be punished.” Before she could ask what he meant, he suddenly rushed forward and placed a hoof on her, rolling her onto her back.

Fleet gasped and giggled when he placed the bag next to her, opened it up and pulled out a length of rope. She moved her hooves above her head, then blinked in surprise when he shook his head. “Where, then?” She found his silence strangely attractive, letting him move her forehooves in front of her, where he used the skills Lucky had shown him to bind them tightly enough so she couldn’t escape, but not much more than that.

Once done, Calm lightly brushed his hooves down her side, the mare squirming and moaning lightly to his touch, until her reached her legs, where a second bit of rope was used to secure her hind hooves too, Fleet testing out her bonds. “Okay.... now what, stud?”

“Now, silence,” Calm said, pulling out a gag from the bag and holding it to her mouth. “And when I do allow you to speak, you will call me ‘sir’. Understood?” Fleet couldn’t help but giggle at his sudden assertiveness, yet nodded and bit down on the gag, smiling around it at him as he buckled it up tight.

He rolled her onto her front and pulled her down the bed a little, putting her into a position where her ass was in the air... and then a muffled yelp sounded from behind her gag, for Calm had just struck her firmly with a crop held in his fetlock. Nine more hits, to one cheek then the other, her yelps turning to moans near the end. “That’s for touching yourself to... yourself,” the stallion remarked, barely containing a snicker at the idea.

On the bed, Fleetfoot’s chest heaved, her private life with Calm so much spicier now. A sharp breath was sucked past the gag followed by a long moan as she felt a hoof between her thighs, rubbing her softly, closing her legs to squeeze down on it.

“Ah, did I give you permission to move?” came her partner’s voice, causing her to flatten her ears and whine, opening her legs again. As soon as she did, the rubbing became more firm, her eyes rolling shut. She’d be close when he had entered her room, but now it was like she was on the edge and he was the only thing between her falling over and being pulled back.

“Let’s see what else he put in here.”

“Mmph?” Fleet asked with muffled curiosity, daring to defy his statement about not moving and rolling onto her side, shuddering as her slightly warmer than average rump now had pressure on it, turning her head to watch as he poured the bag onto the floor. Her eyes went wide, as despite doing a few glamour bondage shoots for some more discrete magazines, she’d never seen so much equipment. “Mmph!”

Turning his head to the sudden exclamation, Calm saw Fleet’s wing was pointing to something on the floor, which he picked up to find was a body harness made of leather... which once on would keep her wings pinned to her side. With a large grin, Calm slowly wrapped it around her body, buckling it up as he went, giving her soft kisses and nips as she squirmed and moaned.

Soon enough it was in place, the stallion looking at the other pieces before setting his mind on what to do. He reached for Fleetfoot, who frowned in confusion to being untied, watching his every move. Soon the ropes were replaced by thick leather cuffs, one for each hoof, which were buckled and then locked on.

“On the edge of the bed, stomach resting on the mattress,” Calm ordered as he grabbed a few smaller lengths of rope, the mare biting her gag hard in anticipation of what he’d do to her. She didn’t have to wait long as her forehooves were spread wide and across the bed, then her hind legs were spread as far as possible, leaving just her tail to protect her modesty...

..but that didn’t last long as she felt it pulled through a small ring, which used a chain to attach to the body harness, the end result being her tail held up and out of the way, exposing her to any who could see her. Luckily, that was one pony right now, whose muzzle was placed on her marehood as the owner took a deep whiff of her scent.

Each and every action of Calm pushed Fleet’s arousal level higher, her body tensing to every little touch. It wouldn’t take much more for her to...

“MMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

...a tongue, that’s all it took, being slowly slid into her lips for her to achieve her first orgasm of the night, the mare trying to free herself from her bonds as her wings attempted to spread, but she was completely unsuccessful of course. It seemed Calm was going to properly work her that evening, as his wiggling organ simply slipped deeper, whilst his hoof came up to softly rub at her clit. The mare started to thrash in her restraints, every instinct of hers telling her to jump onto his cock right there and then, but she couldn’t, causing a string of muffled curses to come past the gag, some rather colourful ones that made Calm stop and pull away so he could laugh.

After a few moments to clear his head, and seeing the glare from Fleetfoot in the mirror, Calm went to continue with the oral pleasure, but one look at her marehood and he couldn’t resist. He rubbed her a few times with a hoof before using said limb to coat his very hard shaft with her juices.

“I suppose I did make you wait all day to even see me,” Calm said nonchalantly, referring to having spent time with his squad on a rare bit of free time. He stood up and moved to the bed, Fleet wiggling her hips invitingly. “Alright, if that’s what you really want...”

Fleetfoot watched in the mirror as he approached, her eyes focused on what was dangling under him, drool making a large wet patch on the bed. A moment later she closed her eyes as she felt a familiar weight on her back, followed by lips on her neck... and then contact, something hard softly pressing against her entrance.

She tried to press back, but didn’t manage more than an inch, and gave a frustrated grunt when he pulled away, only to grumble as he nibbled her ear, teasing her more. It only lasted a few moments before she felt him slowly, carefully entering her, the mare now able to take three quarters of him within her.

The pair remained still for a minute or two before she gave him a nod, the signal she was ready, and thus they began. Calm, as usual, started off easy, his thrust more gentle rocking with little movement, but it was enough to cause Fleetfoot a small amount of pleasure and to make little moans and squeaks.

As they went on, Calm’s thrusts gradually increased with speed and power, still relatively gentle to some that Fleetfoot had been with, and it was this sort of loving pace that she had not had with her previous partners. Her moans and squeaks got louder, at least as loud as the gag allowed, the gap between them shorter and shorter.

Coupling her having previously been pleasuring herself and what she was receiving at that moment, she didn’t last much longer. Her wings ached as they tried to spread, but the harness kept them pinned, her limbs pulled firmly on the ropes keeping her spread, and her teeth dug into the rubber ball firmly in her mouth.

Calm looked at her in the mirror, her heavy blush, her clenched eyes, and her tense body, and knew she was right on the edge, so he gave one really strong thrust in, causing her eyes to shoot wide open as a muffled scream came from behind the gag, her marehood clamping down hard on his cock as her juices tried to squirt around him, but his size meant the fluids couldn’t escape.

Calm kept going, however, with those long and deep strokes of his, prolonging his mare’s orgasm... until he too was over the edge, pushing in that little bit deeper as her bit down on her ear, causing her to have a second, slightly weaker release. His cock throbbed a couple of times before his seed burst into her, both of them shuddering against each other for several minutes that seemed like an eternity.

Once both had come down from their high of ecstasy, Calm slowly pulled himself out, unbuckling and removing her gag, chuckling at her heavy breaths as he started to untie her. His ear flicked as the removal of the ropes caused her to whimper lightly, and once she was free he sat on the floor, pulling her into has lap to caress her body and nuzzle her softly. “One thing Lucky mentioned is after care, it being one of the most important things,” he whispered to her before his lips met hers.

Fleetfoot giggled at him after the kiss, picking up the book she had noticed. “After care is usually after the session, silly,” she said with a lick of his cheek, then started to flick through the book, though her hooves were a little shaky. As he perused the contents, she folded the occasional corner of a page, usually on a different position and style of restraint. “After all... we’ve got all night.”

Chuckling, Calm reached for a new item, slowly slipping it around Fleetfoot’s neck and doing the buckle up there, securing it with a silver, heart shaped padlock, the mare’s hoof coming up to feel the black leather collar. “In that case... shall we get to it?”

Smiling, Fleet nuzzled him and climbed from his lap back to the bed, where she lie on her back... then slipper her hind hooves behind her head, leaving her exposed. “Yes... sir.”

Standing, Calm made double sure her room’s door was locked, before turning back to her and grabbing more rope from the pile, smiling. It looked like neither would be getting much rest that night...

A month or so later....

“I am not getting fat!” Fleetfoot’s shout caused all activity and chatter in the mess hall, which was nearly at full capacity, to stop, all eyes on her as she glared at Soarin over the table, whilst Spitfire giggled next to them. “I’m still toned! Even with a bit more weight! Now I DARE you to say it again!”

“Hey, I didn’t say you were,” the stallion said defensively, head cocked at his team mate. “I just said you were looking... bigger!” He blinked as he realised how what he said could have been taken. “Oh... sorry, Fleet, didn’t mean it like that... but, if I may... that doesn’t look like muscle.”

Fleetfoot sat back down on her bench and grabbed her belly with her fetlock, pinching a bit of fat. “Yeah... I still workout as hard as you guys, if not harder. So what the hay is this?” As the mess hall went back about their business, Bliss slipped in, looking around, then head for the table.

In another section of the large room, Squad Zero sat smirking at Calm, whilst the large pony stared at his marefriend. His eyes followed Bliss as she approached and passed Fleetfoot a folder. His ears splayed back as the next shout really did stop everything, including the kitchen staff.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN PREGNANT?!”