A Fleeting Wind

by Lucky424

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Romance, Sex, Fleetfoot
Length: 11010

Fleetfoot finally gets her target

After their victorious return the Canterlot, Spitfire ordered all squads to be resting when not assigned to patrols. The Wonderbolts took the order to heart, spending most of the time in their barracks, only coming out for meals, medicals, and patrols.

One stallion doesn't go to his medical... because one mare finally gets her prize.

Chapter 1 - A little bit of bondage. Light for me.
Chapter 2 - More bondage, heavier now.
Chapter 3 - Edit of Chapter 2 contains M/M

This might be marked complete, but it seems I keep coming back to it. Now expanded to other couples in the Wonderverse, as of 15/6/2021.

Published 2016-01-17 22:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2021-06-15 18:57:14 UTC

The only chapter

It had been several days since the Wonderbolts and their compound had returned to Canterlot victorious. Thier enemies had been routed or captured, and all that remained of the Shadowbolts’ own base was some debris and a smoking hole in the ground. As soon as the compound had been declared safe and structurally sound, Spitfire had sent the order out that all squads were to get plenty of rest when they weren’t on patrol rotations.

Most of the Wonderbolts’ barracks were inhabited by sleeping ponies, especially early in the morning, including Squad Zero’s room. Inside it, Calm Wind woke with a groan and went to stretch, but found he couldn’t move. He tried again, first his forelegs then his hindlegs, yet he met with the same result.

Opening his eyes, Calm found he couldn’t see anything due to the room being in total darkness. Instead of panicking, he remained calm and felt out his situation; five ropes, one tied to each hoof and corner of the bed, the final one looping around his wings and barrel several times to pin.

“Okay guys.... come on, this isn’t funnyphh!” A spherical object made of rubber was pushed into his mouth, leather straps going along his cheeks and secured behind his head; the feel of the hooves he recognised, and was certain it was a mare he knew... but which one?

A match was struck to his left, which was then used to light a series of candles, giving the room a little light. It wasn’t enough to make out the mare though, as she was keeping at the edge of the shadows. “Well look who’s finally awake,” came a sing song voice from the mare’s direction.

Calm’s eyes went wide as he recognised the voice, his cheeks flushing pink as he attempted to close his legs.

“A big, strong stallion like you would snap normal ropes,” came Fleetfoot’s voice as she showed her face. “So I ordered some special ones from Rivet,” she paused, giving him a big grin. “You’re not going anywhere.” Turning to the side, she showed off the tight black corset around her barrel and the stockings adorning her legs, with three quarters of her tail done up in a sheer black wrap. “Like what you see?”

If Calm could blush any harder he’d be used for a lighthouse beacon, his eyes as wide as saucers as he took in the mare. His vision drank her up, and despite how aroused he was, he still reacted like an embarrassed schoolfilly, fighting the ropes even harder to close his legs.

His situation wasn’t helped when Fleetfoot hopped up onto the bed and laid next to him, her hoof making lazy circles on his chest as she nuzzled into his neck, looking down with a giggle. “Well, aren’t you a big colt! As big and as thick as my foreleg, and not even all the way up yet! I can’t wait to ride it!”

Calm sighed, letting his head fall back to his pillow. Since they had returned, the stallion and mare had gotten closer, though they had kept it a secret from the rest of the Wonderbolts; Calm briefly wondered how Fleetfoot had gotten Squad Zero out of their barracks, but his mind was brought back to the present as she kissed his cheek.

“You’re adorable when you’re thinking hard,” she said, lightly booping his nose. “They’re out for medical exams, going to be gone for a few hours.” Turning around, Fleet lowered her crotch down onto Calm’s muzzle, knowing it would drive him mad since he couldn’t return the affection thanks to the gag.. “I’ve been waiting for this all night...”

Opening wide, Fleetfoot slipped her lips over his cock and closed her mouth around it, though not by much. With the outer half of Calm’s gag wedged against her marehood, she started to move down his member, taking as much as she could before her gag reflex would kick in, pulling back a little and then doing it again.

Calm was relaxing a little now, making Fleet moan around his shaft by raising and lowering his muzzle, shifting the gag around inside her. His hooves still tugged at the ropes, but this time not because he wanted freedom, but because he wanted to have them running over Fleet’s body.

A sudden choking sound made him frown, staring at Fleetfoot as she stood up and turned around, panting. “Yeah... I need to practice more,” she paused for a few deep breaths “Didn’t even make it halfway. Oh well... time for the fun!”

She placed her fore-hooves either side of his head, kissing his muzzle as she lifted her hindquarters, took a deep breath, then slowly lowered herself down. A loud moan escaped her as Calm’s cock slipped in, and she bit her lip as she pressed down. Fleet took as much as she could without hurting herself; a glance down between their bodies showed her it was just over halfway.

“And now, you big stud,” she said, stroking his cheek. “Get the prize.” Tensing her legs, Fleet pushed herself up his shaft until only his tip remained in, then slid back down him. Over and over she slowly repeated the motions, giving squeaks and moans most would call cute, until she was comfortable with his size.

Fleetfoot braced her forehooves on his chest and smirked at him, then started to raise and lower her hindquarters at a fast pace, her moans and Calm’s muffled sounds filling the barracks, along with the squeaking of the bed.

Although Fleetfoot had been with mares and stallions alike, none of them came close to the pleasure she was getting from having Calm deep within her. She paused, looking down at the stallion as a sudden realisation hit her; there was more pleasure because she wasn’t doing it for just that, but with whom she was being intimate with now. Giving him a soft smile, she climbed from his shaft and lowered herself to his chest, spreading out her forelegs.

Calm watched Fleetfoot carefully, wondering what she was up to. He’d actually been enjoying things, even if he was a little insecure at first, but he trusted Fleet not to hurt him... too badly. So when the ropes around his forehooves suddenly loosened, the confusions on his face was easy to understand. The gag was next, Calm taking a deep breath as the mare leaned back, reaching to untie his rear hooves too.

Moving back up his body, Fleet met his lips in a soft kiss as his hooves came around to hold her. Wrapping her hooves around his neck, she tugged and rolled them over so he was above her, bringing a hoof back to stroke his cheek.

Looking down at Fleetfoot, Calm smiled softly, slipping a hoof behind her head for support as the other shifted her body into position. He slowly inserted his tip into her again, shifting back and forth as he did, gradually getting deeper inside her. Once he was in as far as he could go without hurting her, Calm started to rock his hips, Fleet doing the same, creating a rhythm without saying a word to each other. Wings spread, feathers entangled, and hooves fondled as the pair became one not out of lust but out of love.

Cheeks became flushed, breaths heavy, and bodies warm as they continued, Calm and Fleetfoot gazing into each other's eyes. Of course, there was only so long they could stay at that pace, the massive stallion getting faster and harder, causing the mare to shorten the gaps between her moans.

Time meant nothing to them, the light level in the city outside gone unnoticed even as the sun shined in through the recently repaired window, same for the knocking on the barracks door that tried to get their attention.

Fleetfoot placed her hooves around Calm’s neck and pulled him close, giving a gasp as he began to nibble on her neck. Her wings went rigid and her back arched, her mouth opening silently for just a moment, a scream of pleasure coming from her a moment later.

Calm’s ear flicked as the sound passed it, giving a gasp as his member was tightened down upon, making it harder for him to move in and out. Not that it mattered, as a few moments later he too tensed up, giving a groan as he reached his release, his body twitching as he pumped his cum into Fleetfoot.

After a few moments he fell to the bed, thankfully not on Fleetfoot, but to her side, where he pulled her into his hooves and softly kissed her lips. There the pair remained, bathing in the afterglow of their activities, softly kissing and petting each other.

They were so wrapped up in the moment that they didn’t hear the door unlock nor see the pink glow around the handle. Only when the door opened with a loud creak did they look towards it.

“Mr Wind, you’re supposed to be...” Witching stopped when she saw the two ponies on the bed, her cheeks turning pink. Slowly backing up, she closed and locked the door again, shaking her head as she made her way back to the medical wing.

Turning to Fleetfoot, Calm frowned. “So there really was medicals today? I should probably goph-” He was cut off by Fleet kissing him, giving a muffled giggle, snuggling closer to him, when she pulled her lips away.

“Nope, we’re going to stay here, first commander’s orders,” Fleet said sternly, laying her head on his chest. Calm went to argue, but found he couldn’t with the soft smile on her face, so simply draped his hooves and wings around her, nuzzling as they sat in the slowly illuminating room.

Not the only chapter after all!

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?!”

Not the only chapter after all! (Edited version)

Standing outside the door to a private quarter, the larger 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 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 not a that he expected to be there

“Mppph!” the other stallion cried out from behind the large red rubber ball in his mouth and attempted to roll away. He couldn’t though, for he was bound on his back on Lucky’s bed, with his legs spread to each corner and held taut by ropes. As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, he was also clad in black lingerie; stockings on his hind legs and a corset around his barrel.

Calm’s eyes went wide as he took in the scene, seeing more on this other stallion, such as a wide leather collar around their neck, and, the strangest item, a shiny metal cage around his cock, obviously preventing him from getting hard. There was also signs that Calm had just interrupted at the point of insertion, if the bottle of lubricant on the bed was any indication. “Don’t mind Thunder here, he’ll be a willing model,” Lucky casually remarked, waving a hoof at the bound pony. “Won’t you... pet?”

The other stallion, now revealed to be a pony Calm had heard of by the name of Thunder, rapidly nodded, whilst Lucky untied him from his current position, though the gag was left in. Calm just blinked, wondering how long these two had been having sessions like that, and realised why Thunder was being so compliant when he rolled over, allowing the larger stallion of the three to see his reddened rump, the strike marks from the Lucky’s hoof.

“Alright!” Lucky said to break the silence, grabbing a few bits of rope. “Let’s go with something classic. Hooves behind back, pet.” Thunder reacted to Lucky’s order immediately, Lucky waving Calm closer. “Okay, so nice and simple to start with.” A dozen times Thunder’s hooves were bound and unbound slowly so Calm could pick it up. Leaving his sub’s forehooves bound behind his back, Lucky then tied his hind hooves together, and gave his rump a light tap with his hoof, causing Thunder to whimper and squirm. “There, now he’s not going anywhere!”

Thunder was bound and unbound in several different positions of the course of an hour, before finally being tied with his chest on Lucky’s bed, forehooves spread over it and tied to the corners, with his hind hooves on the floor but tied as wide as they can go, leaving him open for Lucky to do... Things to...

“Now.... I’ve heard you two, even despite her room being two stories up. You’re going to need one of these.” Lucky pointed to the ballgag into buckled up tightly in Thunder’s mouth. “So, that’s about it, really. 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 Thunder’s rump, causing him 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 Thunder with his tail hiked and tailhole glistening, most likely from the lube.

“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 to the bed and running his hooves over Thunder’s wings, causing a muffled whimper.

“Now, where were we, pet?” he asked before climbing atop him, taken an ear in his mouth, and slowly inserting himself into Thunder..

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?!”

Author's Note

Edited version of the previous chapters. Thunder has replaced Luna! Hopefully I caught all the instances of she/her/her and changed them to he/him/his, but if not, please feel free to point them out.

Fluttershy takes Mac down a peg

With the Crystal Ball in full swing, and most ponies occupied, it was easy for one or two to slip away from the crowd, even if one of them was the largest earth pony to walk the planet. He said nothing as he walked along, the tuxedo hastily made for him threatening to rip from his muscles at any moment. Not that he cared, for his gaze was firmly on the mare in front of him, and her swaying rump.

Her tail was swishing back and forth, her dress hiked up a little so that with every step she winked at him, her marehood glistening as a sweet scent filled the air; he knew it well growing up with two sisters. She knew he knew too, and was teasing him with it, as at any point he could just grab her and rut her, but she was enjoying this power over him.

The corridors were mostly empty except for a few guards and staff, who regarded the mare and stallion with wariness for a moment before looking away upon the scent assailing their noses, and quickly went about their business.

The mare and stallion soon arrived at one the Crystal Castle’s guest suites, where the door was pushed gently open and they entered. As soon as it closed behind them, the stallion scooped the mare up and hugged her close to his chest, taking a deep inhale.

Fluttershy looked like a teddy bear in Big Mac’s arms, and once upon a time she would have been a whimpering mess when held like such, but she knew these arms well and found comfort in their embrace. But tonight? Tonight was something both had talked about before, and with some social lubricant, it was now happening.

“Um, put me down,” Fluttershy ordered, none of her usual ‘if you don’t mind’ or ‘if that’s okay’. It was an instruction, one that was promptly but gently followed. Nodding, the little pegasus made her way to the bedroom, where she closed the door behind her.

Mac blinked, and eased himself onto the couch, then swallowed nervously. Ever since they’d talked this over, they had been preparing. He shifted a little, as something reminded him that he was practicing even now, and most of the evening he’d spent fighting down the arousal. After a few minutes, he slipped out of his tux and pulled over a box on the floor, which he opened. “...eyup.”

Reaching in, Mac pulled out a large and wide pink leather collar, diamontes sparking in a band around it. He slipped it around his neck and heard the ‘click’ as it latched itself shut behind his head. Then, he moved from the couch to an open space and sat on his haunches, with his forehooves raised and his frogs facing up. He had perfect timing too, as just as he got into position, the door to the bedroom opened. His eyes went wide as he beheld his mare.

From neck to hoof, Fluttershy wore tightly fitting shiny black latex, with a half mask; the only parts of her not covered were her muzzle, wings, and eyes. She stepped forward and still had to look up at Mac, even in his sitting position. Reaching up, she hooked her hoof through the large ring on the collar and pulled, making him lower his head to hers, so she could look him in the eye, whilst one of her wings came around to stroke his balls; she’d have paid attention to his shaft too, if she hadn’t locked him in a very snug chastity cage over a month ago..

“Are you ready?” she asked him, not letting go and getting a nod in return. “Assume position D.”

Mac moved to the couch once more, but didn’t sit on it this time. Instead he sat in front of it and leant forward, resting his chest on the back of it. A moment later he felt something hit his rump, hissing at the stinging left behind. In the mirrored wall in front of him, he saw Fluttershy’s head whip back... Then hissed again as another sting tore into his other side.

“I don’t hear counting!” Fluttershy said as she caught him two more times.

“F-four!” He stammered out, chest heaving as the burning on his rump increased more. Every strike seemed to hurt more than the last, and his every word was mixed with a deep breath. Eventually, his body collapsed onto the couch as tears streamed down from his eyes. “..F-forty,” he whimpered out, looking up at Fluttershy through watery eyes as she moved around to stroke his cheek.

“You would have had less if you counted from the start,” she informed him, giving his snoot a kiss before pushing his head away from her. Some might see what just happened as cruel and unusual, but the mare knew different, she knew how much the pain meant to him. “Right then, position E.”

Mac grunted and hissed as he pushed himself up, turned around, and lay back on the couch, with his arms wrapped around his hind legs to keep them in the air. A shiver ran through his body and he gasped in pleasure... as the toy that Fluttershy had slipped into his ass earlier pressed on his prostate.

Fluttershy giggled as she wiggled it around, loving the noises she was bringing forth from him, even a whinny and a nicker here and there. But there was only so much she could do from here. Ever so slowly, she began to pull on the base of the toy, watching as Mac’s rump clenched around it like his body wanted it to stay inside him. After a minute or two, it popped free, being half as long as Fluttershy’s arm, but just as thick. “I can’t believe you went to the party with this in and lasted that long.”

“T-thank you, Mistress S-shy,” Mac panted out, his eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. He took a moment to regain his composure, then swallowed when he felt something else probing him. “Ah... Ah’m ready,” he informed her, then scrunched his eyes closed and bit his lip.

“O-okay,” Fluttershy said, all her brash and confidence fading a little as she took some time herself. She hooked her forehooves over his arms and slowly pushed her hips forward, looking down to the solid rubber shaft that was strapped to her around her waist, with a part already inside her marehood, and she entered the stallion. She kept going until her hips met his firm ass cheeks, where she held still for a moment. “Are... are you comfortable?”

The room was silent for a moment as both ponies thought over what was going on, then there was very quiet, “...eyup.”

Knowing that was his signal to say he was still okay with this, Fluttershy began rocking her hips, sliding back and forth gently. With a tap of her hoof on his arms he let them fall away, his legs spreading so they could look each other in the eye... but also so that Fluttershy could see the effect this was having on Mac... and boy was it! Every time she slid in, his cock, trapped in its silver prison, twitched, and every pass over that sweet spot deep inside had a small drop of pre dribble from the hole at the front..

Soon Fluttershy found a comfortable rhythm, a heavy blush on her cheeks as she gasped for breath, for the on the other end of the toy was an offshoot that was snuggly in her marehood, though not as filling as Mac, and it had just started vibrating.

The small moans she got from Mac were quickly joined by her own, as the faster she began to pump her hips the stronger the vibrations inside of her became. It only took a few more minutes for Fluttershy to suddenly push in deep, making Mac whinniy as she squealed loudly, her wings fluttering as she reached the heat of passion.

Mac looked down his body with a smile, as seeing his mare happy made him such, but it seemed she wasn't done, and he shivered as he felt her hoof rubbing at his now tender balls..

"You didn't finish?"

"Enope," Mac said, shrugging. “Ain’t about me, not when this is on.” He stroked at the collar around his neck, blinking as Fluttershy clipped a leash to it. With the other end in her mouth she began to move away, and once the slack was gone Mac was forced to follow her. “Shy?”

The mare glanced over her shoulder at him, then slowly slid open the balcony door, the cool air whipping into the room. “Forehooves on the railing, please.” She waited until he’d done so, then used a couple of bits of rope to lightly tie them there, before lifting his tail. “We can’t leave this empty for long.” Once more the toy was slipped inside of him, filling his ass, Fluttershy giggling at the spurt of cum that came from his cage. “Good colt.”

Mac went to ask what exactly she had planned, but it was answered soon enough. Attached to a hoof was a small orb, which she placed against the tube of his cage, and a moment later it buzzed to life, sending powerful vibrations through his impeded stallionhood and heavy balls. As if that wasn’t enough, the rubber plug in his ass was moved around, pushed in deeper then being pulled back.

Given the risque of their activity, how aroused he already was, and the stimulation forced upon him, it didn’t take long for Mac to through his head back with a loud whinny and stamp a hoof.

Under him, Fluttershy gained an evil smile, knowing what was about to happen, so she pressed the vibrator down even harder, watching as his whole belly quivered. A moment later his release came, shooting from the hole in a thick goopy liquid... and right over the edge of the balcony. After the initial shots, she put her mouth in the path and opened wide, tongue hanging out, to be reward with the last of her stallion’s orgasm filling her mouth and then some, which eagerly swallowed down.

Once Mac’s cock was a twitching, sticky mess, Fluttershy finally relented and turned the vibrator off, setting it to the side, then untying Mac from the railings. The stallion fell to his haunches, a smile of pure bliss on his face, and he pulled the mare into a passionate kiss. “T-that was amazing.”

With a giggle, the mare reached up and unlatched the collar. “In that case... let’s keep it on for another two months. Now come on, time to get cleaned up.”

As she walked off towards the bathroom, Mac looked down at his still cage cock, the silver now bathed in the fluid of his release. “Two months? Nope!” With that, he trotted after her, ready to bargain for a shorter sentence.

In the gardens below, heaving a sigh, Lightning Streak sighed to himself. No matter what he tried, the mares of the Crystal Empire showed no interest in him. That was the norm though, so he wasn’t that shocked by it. He decided to call it a night, so turned and headed for the exit when he stopped and blinked. He could feel moisture in the air, but couldn’t see any clouds.

A moment later it arrived, landing on a large part of his right shoulder. He sniffed and frowned, for the fluid didn’t smell like water. Curiously, he lifted a hoof and found it to be sticky. It didn’t seem to be doing his body any harm, so he took a tentative lick and immediately wished he hadn’t. “Ewww, gross!” he said as he looked up, wondering what kind of depraved pony got off on doing something like this.

Instead of making his way through the Crystal Palace, he immediately took wing for his hotel room, wanting nothing more than a warm shower and then his bed. What a way to end the night!

Author's Note

This came about from a discussuion about this cropped image, where it was decided that's his face if he's being pegged. At first it was going to be Starry Skies pegging Descent, but into turned into Fluttershy doing Mac instead.