Author's Note

Same universe as Twilight's Thrones and Hunting Season. I'd originally meant to get this out on Nurse Appreciation Day but, ironically, my health took a serious nosedive. Yay. Big thanks to Megapone for editing and suggestions. This bulk's for you, dude.

Deep Tissue Appreciation

"Ugh."

Comet Tail heard his wife's traditional end-of-day greetings, and listened for the—uh-oh. No slam. Bad sign. Comet's wife, Nurse Redheart, was one of the old guard at Ponyville General, and while the apotheosis of the Element Bearers —and their subsequent revolution in magic and technology —had made life safer and easier for everyone, the growth of Ponyville into a small but raucous city didn't help the stress on the local health care infrastructure. Sometimes, Comet and Redheart agreed that it just meant there were more Darwhinny Award contestants to feed into various maws of the nearby Everfree.

All of which meant Comet's honeybutt slammed the door so often as to require its replacement three or four times a year. It didn't help that Redheart wasn't just a pink-maned, white-hided earth pony mare. Nope, she was a seven-foot tall, played-hoofby-in-college, still-worked-out-enough-that-if-the-hospital-didn't-need-to-call-in-Big-Mac-for-unruly-patients-they-just-needed her, big, buff, beautiful Hyper. And every inch of her belonged to Comet Tail. They were curvy inches, too, with gorgeous G-cups and an ass that more stallions than just Comet would be willing to rate in the company of the princesses, packed in on top.

Not that those curves were why their door (and the frame, and frequent replacements) had to be made of the best modern enchanted steel, but Comet appreciated them just the same. Given the combination of urban and rural risks, the Everfree, and Ponyville's ability to summon up the weirdest nonsense and the craziest ponies, it was no wonder that Redheart came home cranky every day. If she didn't...

If she didn't, it meant Comet's tough, scrappy love had had a day of breaking strain. Comet wasn't about to let that stand. He carefully finished the last sentence he was writing, put the quill away, loosened his tie, and jogged downstairs. In contrast to his extraordinary wife, to all appearances, Comet was a very average unicorn; not counting his horn, he was a foot and three inches shorter than she, of average build and average weight. Over his light yellow coat he wore a white business-casual shirt and beige pants with a simple black belt. About the only thing that might have stood out about him was that he was careful to wear comfortable dress shoes, and his light blue mane had a somewhat purplish tinge.

When Comet turned down the hall, he saw that Redheart was sitting on—or rather sinking into—one of the plush recliners in front of their crystal set television. Her thunder thighs were spread wide, her knees akimbo; her arms were clamped over the edge of the armrests, and… Oh dear. Redheart hadn't changed out of her scrubs, Comet noted, and in fact, they were relatively clean. Since a day without vomit is like a day without idiots at the hospital, not to mention blood and other various stainers, Comet was able to hazard a guess that this was probably scrubs set number two.

"Number three."

"What's that, heart?"

Redheart smiled weakly. "Scrubs number three. You always try to measure things like that. Probably why Princess Crash still doesn't know what to do with you."

Oh. That. Comet Tail winced. As one of the expert evokers that Princess Rainbow Dash had inherited from Princess Celestia post-apotheosis, rather than the team she'd cultivated of late, there had always been a little friction of style; he stayed firmly on the research side. As a result, he hadn’t been present for today’s testing of her new battle-mage officer corps. The result had been, Comet suspected, a giant free-for-all melee, kept from lethality by the Princess' own hand.

Comet headed over behind the chair and gently teleported her hat off and to its place by the door. "Non-lethal measures?" he asked wryly, and began to rub his capable hands over Redheart's widespread shoulders. He rather enjoyed doing so generally; she was tall enough that he almost had to reach up, forget having to strain his back bending over, and he absolutely adored walking his hands from one side to the other of her lovely breadth.

"She didn't tell you?" Redheart groused. "Not surprised. Oh, no. She had her oldest friend in the Elements with her for that! Just no permanently destructive measures!"

"Oh."

"Yes. Oh. Gaa… oooh. Oh. Mm, right there," Redheart told him and Comet grinned a bit. Benefits of nine years of marriage; he knew exactly where tension tended to form and how to best soothe them out, especially if Redheart had been required to lug should-be-dead bodies around. Again.

Redheart made a few more grumbling noises as Comet stroked his hands back and forth over his wife's taut shoulders, his thumbs working carefully at her neck. A pop here, a hiss there, and Comet felt like he was making some real progress. "Whee," Redheart told him, and then, with a wince that told him more work was needed, turned her head to look over her shoulder hopefully at him. "Beer me, babe?"

Rolling his eyes, Comet told her, "I'm kinda busy here, and you're not helping. Turn that head back around and stop making this worse, mare. You know better."

She turned back around but Comet could hear the pout in Redheart's voice as she said, "But you can just horn it over. C'mon, sweetie, s'been a day. If Doctor Turkish Delight hadn't finally finished his Laughtorate, we'd have had some fatalities anyway when that… that princess overstrained our resources!"

Debating for a moment, until his burly, amazonian wife made a whiny whimper, Comet decided that he could come up with something else on the day itself, and kneeled forward. Lipping and nibbling lightly on Redheart's ear, he whispered, "Or I can take you up to my office, where I've been hiding the present I got from Aloe and Lotus for our anniversary. It's full-form, can reach ley lines from our bedroom, and has the special attachm- eep!"

Comet laughed as his wife almost performed the first earth pony teleportation, leaping with renewed vigor and picking him up to carry him upstairs under one arm. The pair had met when Comet had come down to Ponyville two years before the millennium event. He'd gotten a job at the Ponyville Spa to pay his way, and since some of the specific applications of energy he'd been researching for his ThD (Thaumatological Doctorate) had been quite useful to the twins and their customers, he'd been able to get no shortage of volunteers willing to sign off to be a part of his study.

One of those volunteers had been one of Ponyville's overworked and underpaid health care staff, a younger but already fairly grumpy Nurse Redheart. Of course, it is a fundamental truth of the universe that all nursing staff are given far too much work to do (and do the best they can anyway), with far too little appreciation for it, compensatory or socially. Redheart had been a fascinating customer, and Comet himself had paid for an extended session with her when it became clear that she knew too much to be a properly unaware subject of study. He'd used the extra time to get her opinion on potential directions and implications—and to keep his hands all over a mare he'd found immensely attractive.

They'd started dating not long after. It hadn't exactly been a whirlwind courtship; between the rigors of her job, the long hours he'd needed to properly analyze his results and later his work for the Unicorns' Thaumatological Society, they hadn't really been able to spend nearly enough time together. After the horrors of Discord left them both feeling a need for stability in their lives, and Comet's heroism in the defense of Canterlot during the Wedding Invasion gave him the chance to write his own ticket as far as where and how he wanted to work, they'd gotten married.

With Redheart's job the more stable, and knowing that his own fame would be fleeting, Comet had moved to Ponyville and taken up with the small town's increased Guard presence. Four times out of five they'd had to rely on the Element Bearers anyway, but it was work, and for all her grumbling at Princess Rainbow now, Comet knew that Redheart had preferred it when they intervened. She'd liked it even more when he'd been able to transfer again in the wake of Princess Twilight Sparkle's ascension as more research resources had moved to Ponyville to be near the Princess of Magic, and she was quite happy for him to work with the Invokers; there had never been any question that he wouldn't be joining the battle mages.

When Redheart got them up to his office, and looked around wildly, he rolled his eyes and teleported out of her grip. Slapping her ass lovingly, Comet said, "Behind my filing cabinets, of course," and added, "Yes, I finally cleaned out my old college stuff, dear," before she could object to "wading into his mess" as usual.

"So, for our anniversary, were you planning on asking to herd up? Because you're mine, little stallion; I don't share," Redheart told him as she walked behind the filing cabinets to what had been "temporary storage" for various papers, out of date textbooks, trophies, and other remnants of his postdoctorate (and predoctorate, if he was being honest) life… for nine years.

"Isn't another mare, like, thirteenth anniversary? I think ninth is copper or pottery. Unless you're counting leather goods. Please don't be counting leather goods."

"I would tan her hide literally first and yours figuratively second."

"Only if you caught me," Comet said with a laugh, and pinched Redheart's rump. "Too many donuts on break. Those aren't actually required for Pinkieism, I checked."

Redheart snorted, smiling as she thwapped Comet with her tail and looked around, saying, "You like it." The area had been organized, the generic "stuff" reduced almost completely, down to a small bookshelf with content that was probably mostly relevant, even, Taking up most of the reclaimed space was an adjustable massage table, with height, length, and even form-adjustments, complete with hyper-ready boob canyon and a number of anchor points elsewhere along the table. She grinned, and flirted her tail at Comet again, "I see you've already got it sized to me, my stallion, my perv," she said with a chuckle, and Comet's heart rose as the laughter erased some of the strain in her eyes.

Redheart turned towards Comet, swishing her wide hips and flicking her tail from side to side. She stroked a finger over his shirt, tracing his chest. "Been hypnotising me, my little unicorn?" she asked with a wink. "Forcing me to walk in here against my will at night to get everything perfect for your Secret Plan?"

Comet rolled his eyes, and took Redheart's hand in his, up to his lips to kiss her knuckles—and then pinched her butt again, this time with his telekinesis. "A: my Secret Plan was to give you the massage of your life on our anniversary and keep this puppy around to deal with some of that accumulated stress you won't let any of the other nurses share," he said. "And B: you know enchantment is one of the harder schools for me…" He grinned. "So hypnosis will only be by prior arrangement, my dear."

"Promises, promises," Redheart told him, then leaned down to kiss his ear. "Maybe that instead on our anniversary?" Comet sighed happily and stroked Redheart's hips. Few would credit it, but the bossiest mare at Ponyville General, possibly the bossiest in Ponyville not living at Friendship Castle, absolutely adored playing submissive for her loving husband. It hadn't been Comet's thing, at first, but he'd pushed himself to work on it for her sake. He rather enjoyed it now, especially with the amount of pleasure he was able to give her.

"Clothes off, love," Comet whispered back to her as he stepped out of his shoes. "Massage first, and then as much fun as I can give you.” Redheart coped with the stresses of her job in many ways; still playing hoofby as the hospital team's captain, for example, but her ultimate thrill was just getting to take everything off her shoulders and place it in the hands of a lover she trusted. For over a decade now, that had been him, since she'd first hesitantly proposed he tie her up one night while they were still dating.

Redheart beamed at him, and that was exactly why Comet had agreed to continue, why he extensively researched D/s practices even before he'd discovered his own taste for the kink, and why he'd gotten the special attachments and mounting anchors on the massage table. That smile. He saw it when she discharged a foal with a new lease on life; he saw it when she was able to tell him that yes, she not only had helped to save someone's life, but thought they'd do something better with it. For that matter, it had hooked him on that very first massage, when she'd turned her head, resting it on her arms, and told him that she felt much better but he could turn the force up a bit.

Of course, those arms (and oh, Celestia, those legs) were why he’d had to spring for the XXXL cuffs with metareinforcements. Just one of the costs of being married to a gorgeously kinky and deliciously buff hyper.

Comet chuckled quietly, watching his beloved mare strip. He supposed he should as well, but he went about it slowly, having only the one layer to remove, and he loved watching Redheart reveal her strong, curvy body. It wasn't a sexy striptease; it was the efficient moves of a mare who'd come to place a premium on time and more on effort, but he loved it nonetheless. She made sure her scrubs carefully folded on an empty shelf, her shoes and socks off to the side, and then the real deal. Comet let out an appreciative nicker as Redheart pulled up her light shirt, showing off her taut six pack, then her heavy tits, their bounce restrained by the practical, simple bra she wore to hold her juicy mammaries in.

Redheart smirked. "Finish getting your shirt off," she said, nodding to his half unbuttoned top, "And I'll take the bra off first," she added, wincing a bit as she reached behind her to tease the straps. Too much repetitive motion, Comet thought. "I see the smoke, hon. You worried about my arms? Show me my stallion meat."

Rolling his eyes, Comet took off his shirt. "I am a nerd. A shrimpy nerd, at that, according to you," he reminded her, though in truth, like most of the rest of him, he was neither skinny nor particularly developed, though their mutual enthusiasm for healthy living meant that he had a pleasantly toned body.

"Yeah, yeah, you're at boob height, shorty, enjoy it," Redheart replied. "I like my stallion's hide; you objecting?" She shot him a playful grin, and thumbed the hooks off her bra, sweeping the off-white garment off her white chest with only a little wince; Comet took note of what range of motion caused the pain for when he had her on the table. As ever, the years of marriage only increasing his lust for her, he followed the motion of that bra nearly as much as the mega-rack behind it. His mare was pretty big even for a hyper; normal mares just weren’t in her league at all Forget wearing her bra as a hat-- one cup could be repurposed as a particularly ineffective helmet for him. With room left to cover a non-insignificant portion of his shoulders.

"I'm not objecting, per se—applauding, really—but you do know I'm going to have to 'punish' you for that comment after I get you massaged and strapped down, right?" Comet retorted as he hung his shirt over a corner of a cabinet.

Nipples perking, Redheart raised her hands up to squeeze and stroke the soft, jiggly flesh of her lovely knockers, pressing the slightly droopy flesh through her fingers and rubbing her nails lightly against her areolae. "Promises, promises," she repeated with a long moan before going for her sweatpants, pulling them off with her panties in a single swoop. Comet unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants off. and his socks joined them, but neither his boxers nor his cocksleeve followed.

"Aww," Redheart pouted as she came up from the floor. Still holding her sweats and underwear, she kissed the carefully tied sleeve. "Please? I like my stallion's stallion meat, too," she said, contralto voice pouty.

Comet rolled his eyes and tugged his wife up to return the kiss, mouth to mouth. "Dear. It will be very hard for me to rub you while trying not to thwack the table with my dick," he pointed out. "And I am not mounting you until I get more of that pain out. Deal!"

There was something faintly ridiculous but completely adorable about a seven foot amazon of an earth mare, stark naked and giving him a quivering lip before he telekinetically goosed her again and directed her to the table. "Come on, love. Let me take care of you," he said, soft and a little worried.

Those were the magic words for his Redheart, though, Comet knew. He saw even more of the tension leave her body; even her cutie marks looked brighter. Let me, Comet, take care of you, the nurse, the caregiver. That she trusted him with that care, with her standards, was even more of an honor. Comet helped her up to the table, set just a below waist high on him, and fussed with the facial pillow a bit to make sure she was comfortable. "Let's start with the regular massage first," he told her, getting a mumble of eager agreement as he added, "And then a bit of the special before turning you over." Comet laughed as Redheart demonstrated her agreement by wriggling her rump and flagging. "Patience, love. Get that back in - fine, I'll do it," he told her as she lazily just switched where the muscle oriented, letting the long strands waft lazily over her rump and left thigh.

Comet brushed the tail hairs back over, pressing his fingers into her taut flesh to give a little pre-massage grope as he did so. He whickered in response to her happy ooh, and as he moved up to start the rubs on her neck, he trailed his right hand over Redheart's left side, caressing well-known and well-loved muscles as he went. Once there, he tugged one of the drawers beneath the table's lip out and pulled out a small vial, warming it with just a touch of his magic, his horn glowing blue.

Happier hisses escaped Redheart's lips this time as Comet gently tapped a few drops onto her neck and shoulders. He re-sealed the vial and closed it in the drawer, and then went to work on his wife's broad, beautiful body. His fingers held the strength of practice, his palms moving with careful pressure. They mostly spent the next few moments in silence, the occasional anatomical pun and muscle quip volleyed back and forth, but for the larger part, just the companionable closeness of husband and wife.

Comet worked over Redheart's neck and back, the core holding the most stress that didn't perpetually cram onto her neck. Once the upper back was done, though, he diverted temporarily, squeezing and caressing her bulky arms, eliciting oohs and groans from her as he melted the tension in her muscles away—and as he added the occasional nontherapeutic but quite enjoyable stroke of his fingernails here and there through her hide. First came one, then the other, with pauses to kiss her hand and fingers as he went. Comet took tender care of his wife's arms, and then began to apply a knife-hand stuttering massage across the small of her back.

"Comet!" gasped Redheart. "Oh… fuck, Comet!" she groaned, and it brought quite the grin to Comet's face. Yes, let's see those sacral nerves warm your pussy up, dear, he thought.

"Do you still like the benefits of having an anatomically knowledgeable spouse, ‘Heart?" Comet asked cheerfully, and then dragged his fingertip over her spine. "Shall I bring the magic now?" he added, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Nnn…" Coherency seemed a bit of a problem for Redheart, but she managed, "I thought you were taking care of heavy decisions right now?"

"Oh, fine," Comet said, pretending a debauched noble’s pout but briefly. This is what his mare needed; his hand at the tiller and her body at his command. "Just one now, though, love; I want to spend some time on that fine ass of yours." His horn flared blue.

It had been one of their initial flirting moments, if an odder one. The text of the article she had recommended to him had been so bland—"91% of mares, including close to 100% of hyper mares, will achieve climax through proper electrostimulation of the correct sacral nerve--" though the "avoid experimentation without care or risk triggering urinary or anal reflexes" had been underlined in the same color as the arrows drawn to the diagram from the text "NOT THESE DON'T ASK." The results, however, were anything but bland.

Comet's magic specialty was the invocation of energy. More than that, though, as his name implied of his cutie mark, he was a specialist in penumbral effects, rather than what most (like his liege) would consider the primary use. His magic guided him to the familiar nerve on Redheart's body, and when he felt the spell lock, he summoned the power in his horn again. Just a tiny jolt, really, encapsulated in an ethereal sleeve so as to neither damage nor lose its precision within her flesh.

The results were immediately and gratifyingly evident. Redheart squealed, curling her toes first, then grasping with her fingers to hold onto the side, her whole body trembling as the release sent her pussy winking and shuddering. Comet tenderly stroked his wife's back with his left hand, while the right kept up a small surge of the electrostimulation throughout the orgasm, extending it carefully and leaving Redheart gasping and creaming with the pleasure.

Slowly, he stopped, and grabbed more massage oil to drip gently onto Redheart's rump. "Mmm," Comet said with a sigh. "You are such a curvy, curvy mare." He squeezed and fondled his way expertly over her hard muscles, caressing and stroking over the soft lushness.

"And you are such a pervy, primitive little stallion," Redheart said with a sigh, and yelped as Comet spanked her rump. "Meanie, too!" she harrumphed.

"You like it," Comet said with a chuckle, lightly rubbing the sting of the swat out, cupping the bottoms of her tush as Redheart squeezed and flexed the glutes in response to the touches.

"Well, yeah," Redheart retorted, wriggling her rump back against her husband's hands. She let out a long, happy sigh.

Comet kept rubbing, moving the squeezing massage of his hands down over her right thigh first, then the left, the thunderous strength of Redheart's broad, beautiful thighs relaxing slowly under his careful touches. After a few moments. "So…?"

"Mrmf?"

"You were saying?"

"Feh. Rubs!"

Comet laughed and carefully switched to pressing his knuckles against Redheart's taut muscles, working carefully around the tendons to release anything pulling against her knees. "You are so pushy," he said with a smile, and started to squeeze at her calves, moving towards her feet. "Mm," he said softly, beginning to slowly press his hands over Redheart's sensitive feet, playing below the heel and towards the arch, "Medial plantar now, love? Or wait until we can get you braced?" He watched his wife all but actually melt as the foot rubs warmed and soothed everywhere, from the bottom up.

It took her a while to respond. Comet's pride, and arousal, at the pleasure he was rubbing into his wife went up with every added moment when she just couldn't respond, when his gorgeous amazon was utterly unable to rise above a satisfied drowse, just from his touches and the postorgasmic glow of his magical stimulation.

Eventually, Redheart managed to process not only that she had been spoken to, but that her attentive husband had propositioned her. She murmured, "Not tonight, actually? Just a bit of the buzz while I'm tied, and then fuck me, please? I…"

"Shh, love. I know. I'm here for you. Let's get all of that tension out, then," Comet replied and then, a bit mischievously, squeezed his fingers lightly around the responsive big toes of both feet. As Redheart let out a half-whine, half-whinny of pleasure, Comet chuckled and walked over to swat her rump again. "Roll over, you," he said fondly.

Redheart grunted a bit, and languidly stretched, her body flexing and peaking all over with only a few hints of her earlier pain Comet put two fingers in his lips and whistled; Redheart purred and gyrated her ass up and back, flexing her arms and legs to show off before rolling over slowly, When on her side facing him, Redheart stroked his cocksleeve. "Mmm, soon, baby?" she panted.

"Soon," Comet replied. "Let me get you all limp before I give you my stiff."

"No punnnnns," Redheart groaned, and Comet nodded with a laugh, pushing her gently onto her back.

As Redheart settled onto her back, Comet took a moment to admire her gorgeous breasts, even as he shifted the table for support, rather than to give them room. Deciding there was no point in holding back, Comet leaned in as he closed the boob canyon of the table, sucking and licking hungrily at one of Redheart's perky nipples. She groaned, reaching up limply to stroke through Comet's mane while his tongue teased at the sensitive, pleasure-hungry flesh of her dark areola, and flicked her even more responsive nub with just the tip.

Comet continued the slow, comfortable licking for a few moments longer, using his prehensile lip to squeeze and press into the warmth of Redheart's welcoming breastflesh. When he felt her begin to switch to more tension, he slowed further, and stopped, departing from her nipple with a light kiss, first to her breast, and then on her lips. "I love you," he said softly. "Ready to strap in, heart?"

"Mmhmmm!" Redheart answered enthusiastically, smiling up at her stallion. She squirmed on the table with lazy arousal, spreading her thighs to give Comet a fresh bouquet of her need, while she rolled her arms to their backs, placing her wrists close to the nearest anchor points. "Oh, yeah, honey—blindfold?"

Comet shook his head and kissed Redheart again, telling her, "Not unless you really want it, lover," while he pulled out a few of the more expensive items he'd purchased from the table—straps infused with sufficient magic to take the force of Redheart's combined earth and hyper pony might without snapping. "You tend to get really, really worked up in the blindfold, and I want you relaxing," he said sternly, making Redheart giggle.

Giggle or no, Comet stood by his decision. The first time they’d tried this had been with Redheart bound to their (former) kitchen table. It had been sturdy oak, too, and he’d had to drill the anchor points in with direct-blast jets. He’d been so certain that it would work that he’d gone ahead and purchased a matching color neck pillow.

It had been going so well. He’d played up the “evil” wizard capturing the roving barbarian, he’d had her splayed out, those juicy thighs and gorgeous muscles everywhere so adorably tensed and massively bulging as she’d strained against the bonds….

Honestly, the robes were mildly itchy and more than a bit silly, but this was definitely worth it. Comet watched Redheart squeal and groan, screaming, “You’ll never get away with --ooOOooh-- this!” as she tugged hard at the bonds. Every time her gorgeous biceps swelled anew, when her broad-built thighs bulked out, tugging hard at the restraints while his telekinetic dildo stretched her gushing pussy and “forced” her throbbing clit to another explosion of pleasure, well. Worth itchy robes, if not, perhaps, being naked under them.

Redheart strained and gasped as his force fucker plowed her. He walked around her smugly, teasing his deft fingers over her bulging peaks. “Such power, barbarian, and now you see it is all at my fingertips.” He gave a lustful whinny, squeezed her muscle-- or rather, squeezed around its impossible hardness-- and pointed at her drooling cunt. Suddenly, the force grinding her sex budded and parted, two stretching spell shafts fucking between the clashing walls of her terrifyingly strong thighs.

Mmm, he thought. At this point, she’s so into it, her thighs are bigger than my waist. He grunted, his throbbing cock starting to part his robes as he watched his amazonian wife’s renewed thrashing, squealing silly denials and obviously fake protests as the twin force cocks twirled and rubbed in her gripping cunt. And up above-- mmm, yes, those giant breasts, bouncing back and forth, slammed not just by her wild thrashing, but by the intense expansion of her pecs behind them, lifting them up and letting them go in bobbing glory. “You really should just submit, my dear,” he cackled, and stroke a finger over one of those sensitive nipples. “These already have.”

“Nev… never!”

“So be it. I think it’s past time to put you to the next tests! In fact, such lewd rudeness deserves two… at once!”

“Ohhhhhh nnnnngnghhGH, um, ye- er, no! Definitely no!”

Tartarus, mare, Comet thought. Stop trying to get me to giggle out of character. He gave her a “stern” slap across the tits, and went to grab the blindfold he’d prepared for this night. As she jerked and spun wildly in the restraints, he noticed she couldn’t go flat with her legs on the table any more-- her massive calves and obscenely potent thighs were simply too tense, even at the full extension of her legs.

In retrospect, Comet would later wryly note that he should have remembered how much she’d twitched and virtually leapt the first time he ate her out with her blindfolded. Or at least the creaking of the stout oak as one of the strongest even among hyper amazons flailed in mind-flustering pleasure, her cheeks flushed as red as her namesake and her eyes staring anywhere but the here and now.

He hadn’t. Instead, he’d just made some silly threat, snapped his fingers, and started sonic vibration at her big, fat nipples. Her sensitive, big, fat, nipples-- while she was already keyed up from multiple climaxes and the sensory deprivation. He’d been about to start masturbating as he watched, but thankfully, he’d felt the spells starting to break before he heard the restraints-- and the table-- go all at once. He’d had time to duck and key up safety spells on himself and Redheart.

His beautiful, bulky beloved had simply had too much, much like the spells. Not with strain, but with pure, unrestrained orgasmic ecstasy. She’d slammed her massive fists back onto the table, kicked her giant feet back and the heels, and arched her whole body up. It had been a beautiful tableaux. And then he’d felt the spells, cast his own, and had to duck as she abruptly slammed her toned tush down into the center of the table and clutched all of her mighty limbs inwards, to a fetal position. The anchors hadn’t given way.

The table did. She’d snapped it into chunks and shattered debris, clutching her body into a tight ball, cumming like a sonic rainboom. They’d both laughed after she’d wobbled her way up and they’d spent several unfruitful moments trying to talk over the other, making sure they were alright.

The kitchen had been a total loss, and their insurance had pointedly not covered acts of pussy.

There were reasons he had carefully budgeted for the primaries on this table, and had swapped favors with a colleague of his, a transmuter working for Celestia, to reinforce it and the straps as well.

She smiled at him, a slightly goofy but very happy grin, like she knew what he was thinking about. Hay, by the way she was flexing her peaks out for him, he wasn’t sure she didn’t. And he loved her for it.

"Nah, then," Redheart said with a smile of her own, adding, "But I want a full scene with your riding crop and that cute pouch on you this weekend, please?" The massive mare gave Comet a pouty face as he anchored the first strap down and locked it carefully and snuggly over her wrist. "Ooh, padded."

"Fine, but you're wearing the first collar I got you. No, I don't care that you think it makes you look silly, I like the punk look on you," Comet told her as he secured her other wrist, then moved down the table again to take care of her ankles, too. "Brat."

Redheart stuck her tongue out, and was about to reply when she heard and felt the 'click' of the last ankle strap slide into place. Comet heard her excited groan, then she softly asked him. "Scene on—Blue, Black, Keepie?"

Comet smiled and replied, "As usual, love. Just remember, until you code out… you're mine." The promise was a deep whinny in the confident stallion's voice as his horn flared blue again, and a high pitched hum, almost too high pitched for either to hear, was heard. His palms glowing, Comet gently set them against the heels of Redheart's feet and moaned lustfully as he heard her start to pant and whimper, not from pain, but from the sheer waves of feeling pressing up from beneath. Comet's specialty came to the fore again; while certainly hand-done foot rubs and massages were one of the pinnacles of spousery, there was something to be said for using ultrasonic vibration to just pour away the stress all at once.

The blue glow followed steadily as Comet stroked his hands up along the wriggling feet before him, pressing out the aches of the arch and soothing the stresses of the ball—even "forcing" a gasping, giggling wriggle to his amazonian wife's adorable little toesies. He winked at her. "And how is my pet feeling now?" he teased in his best "dark sorcerer" voice.

"Oh.. help… nnn… mmm… fuck, master, please!" Redheart groaned at him. She wasn't really getting heavily into character, Comet supposed, but neither was he. He had her bound, had her trapped, running his magic from her feet to her shins, around both sides of both taut calves, moving up to the sensitive hide along the inside of her mighty quads… Here, her flexing and shaking under Comet's steady control left her wet and stretching, straining, the waves of sound finding everywhere his hands could not, and activating the need and lust of touch and pleasure.

Redheart squealed, and Comet smiled. "Not even to your pussy, my pet," he purred at her. "Is your hungry cunt so uncontrollable?" he asked, moving the vibrating waves along with his hands in wider and wider strokes over Redheart's mighty thunder thighs. He let the inescapable pressure of the ultrasonic massage go deep tissue, and even as the pleasure he was humming through her legs made her spasm with delight, he watched her go more and more limp, relaxation spreading in the liquid heat of sensual sound. "Should I skip it, and see how the rest of you makes your cunny climax? How vulnerable you are to the feel of my hands, my power?"

"I… can't… master, please," she said with a dazed smile. Redheart spread her thighs as far as her ankle straps permitted, showing off the winking tunnel between them, the slow ooze of her juices from the continued climaxing. "Need you," she whispered. "Take it from me, master. Comet. Love, please, take the decisions away… all away."

Comet leaned forward, his fingers concentrating some of the vibrational energy to carefully rub and manipulate around Redheart's broadly flaring hips. He licked up the spicy taste of her, inhaling the musk. His tongue fluttered against her clit softly… and then, to a whine from Redheart, Comet pulled back and said, "Since you beg so prettily, my heart… All mine to control." She squirmed, the denied pleasure from her pussy warring with the constant sensations from Comet's hands.

He tuned down the energetics and the hum itself became a droning, audible hypnosis of buzzing relaxation. Comet carefully pushed his palms, centering the magic there once more to give a light rub over the taut, beautiful six pack at his wife's core, occasionally teasing the flow of his vibrations down to just above her still-gushing pussy, but never quite reaching her muff, let alone her pulsating clit. Then, caresses became more urgent, more needy, as he gave Redheart a fresh infusion of neurostimulation, tickling the soundwaves into her bellybutton just long enough to bring her near her peak, before moving back and out again. "Soon," he whispered to her. "But not yet."

Redheart sighed, and pouted at him a bit. A long groan escaped the muscular nurse's lips, and she tugged hard on the straps holding her. As Comet pushed his sonic vibrations up, wriggling and wiggling her soft tittymeat about, Redheart flexed as hard as the constraints would permit, tautening her muscles, but Comet shook his head. He spun up the power briefly, battering Redheart's generous G-cups back and forth. "Relax," he insisted," and whimpering happily, Redheart sunk back down to enjoy the fun.

Comet reduced the tempo of the flickering, nigh-inaudible hum back to its stimulatory focus, and he waved his palms in circles over Redheart's sensitive areolae. He let the waves resonate through her body, like an omnidirectional vibrator, as squirmed on the table. Those squirms became more and more limp, more and more fluid as he stroked the vibrations through the strength of each arm, radiating down into her potent muscles and soothing out not just knots, but even basic tension.

Redheart's body curled and stretched like a cat's, her body full of pleasure and warmth, but the day's strains droned away. She fell back against the table in sighing relief. Without a word, Comet caressed his way back to his tall wife's jiggling titties, concentrating sweep after sweep along the soft flesh over her hard chest.

"Mm, master," Redheart said with a long, dreamy sigh. "Ooh… please, please, please…" She groaned, rolling her belly to jiggle and bump her breasts into Comet's hands, grinding back against the steady ultrasonic waves.

"So eager, my heart," Comet replied, and moved in closer, his hands traveling down over the curling surface of Redheart's toned stomach as the amazonian nurse squirmed in her confinement. "You're ready, now. Time for you to cum your brains out."

"That'll… mm, be quite the trick, master," Redheart teased back, winking at him.

Comet laughed, as he slowly discharged his spell, letting the energy dissipate. Once it had faded, he pushed Redheart to scrunch her knees up as much as she could, to bend around carefully so her drooling cunt was presented close to the bottom of the table. Her arms pushed out to either side above her head as she waggled her hips back and forth, the better to show off her winking sex. Comet pressed two of his fingers against his wife's stiff clit, and three from the other hand against the wetness of her slit. "Saying you doubt my skills, pet?" he nickered at her—and moved both hands at once, plunging his fingers into Redheart's wetness and beginning to rub swiftly on her needy nub.

Redheart's response was immediate, but not verbal, a long, moaning cry of pleasure followed by several short whinnies and gasps. Comet loved that sound, loved the look of his big, buff wife letting go and just surrendering to the pleasure as he played with her sex lovingly. His fingers curled this way and that within her, and ran her clit back and forth. It didn't take much after the prior buildup, and then Redheart squealed long, loud, and proud as she climaxed under his hands.

Smirking, Comet swiftly knelt across the table, kissing and licking his way over Redheart's thighs. His skilled fingers worked into her tensing muscles, massaging and caressing her vigorously. At the very moment he first kissed her honey-drenched slit, Comet's horn flared again, a simple telekinesis lightly pinching at her nipples.

"Comet!" Redheart gasped, her core clenching and her body shaking with the force of the renewed orgasm. As Redheart thrashed and pulled against the taut binds, Comet relentlessly pleasured her, his lip tugging at her stiff clit while his tongue lapped her squirting femmejuices up. His horn glowed steady as he worked over her sex, the telekinetic molestation of Redheart's generous tits steady and stimulating, like a warm palm over each breast, grinding them lovingly together, then kneading, then circling around the nipples once more.

Tongue and lip, horn and glow, Comet kept his wife in orgasmic release throughout. He savored the taste of her pleasure, his tongue flicking deep and fluttering against her inner walls. When he felt Redheart start to calm, Comet slowed his amatory assault, pulling back to just kissing at her sex and stroking his fingers over her ass.

This was not, of course, the extent of his plans for his captive wife. Comet waited, and waited, and just when Redheart seemed to be mostly calm, he deeply kissed her damp pussy once again, his tongue seeking for her G-spot in a loving invasion. As Redheart's squeals renewed, Comet made a quiet murmur of satisfaction, his horn glowing brightly as he tapped into his not inconsiderable magic.

He had to; his amazonian wife’s dense muscles making any effort to move her a struggle, even or perhaps especially when she had gone completely limp. “What’s the matter, master? Am I a bit too much mare for the mighty unicorn?” she gurgled faintly in response to his grunts of effort, rising to the occasion as sweat collected on his brow while he juggled the multiple spells and the sheer might of his wife. Nevertheless, he lifted her partially off the table, just a bit, so his hands could better squeeze and fondle at her lush rump flesh. He hungrily massaged her rear, squeezing the sensitive hide around her cutie marks and drawing long, wavy passes with his fingers.

Redheart was trying to speak, Comet suspected, and while his lip once again began to curl and caress at her throbbing clitty, he took a certain satisfaction in the fact that the muscular mare could only make half-word sounds and gasps, pleasured moans and syllables here and there with no meaning other than—to Comet's mind—"Good job, husband." She certainly wasn't fighting, but he did want her capable of safewording, so when he felt and tasted her squirt in sheer ecstasy, Comet began to pull lightly back, to let his magic carefully lower her back to the the table.

Comet drank deeply of his wife's orgasm, lapping it up and showering her muff with kisses. Only when she seemed to mostly calm save for short, panting grunts did he push back from the table and grin, wiping his mouth. Comet slowly smiled, and he worked his fingers over the tops of her thighs, waiting.

It took a bit, but Redheart managed a, "Whee!" that Comet felt constituted a return from a trip to the Elysian Halls.

Comet grinned all the broader, and rubbed his right palm over Redheart's taut six pack, feeling it clutch and relax as she breathed. "Did I follow through, love?" he asked with a wink.

"Wh.. Um. Oh, Rainbow Bright Above, Comet, I… wow. You've been saving that up, darling."

"I may have been going over certain old notes of ours. That being said… Not done with what I've saved up for you, sweetie. But I think I'll keep you 'trapped' nonetheless."

"Not hearing objections from me… master," Redheart told him with a happy sigh. "Gods. Bring that hyper-sized package up here, please, Master Comet…" She purred, stretching her thighs out as wide as she could, showing him her still quivering quim. "Mount your mare, your pet."

Comet grinned smugly and started to rapidly shuck his boxers and unwrap his cocksleeve. Most everything else might be average about his body, but not his cock. It would be a lie, and disrespectful at that, to say that the throbbing maleness rising rapidly now was the reason he kept a beautiful hyper wife. No, even though it was two feet long and can-thick when erect—which it was rapidly reaching, precum already splattering copiously over the floor—and thought his grapefruit sized balls kept more than sufficient cum for her hunger, what kept them together was love, respect, and mutual understanding.

Being able to stretch his size-loving wife out to an extent most hyper stallions wouldn't be able to certainly helped at fun times, though.

Comet sighed happily. "Unf. That was getting tight. Yes, yes, you wanted it out earlier, brat. Shhh. We wait for good things sometimes.” He arched an eyebrow at Redheart and curved a palm tantalizingly around his flare. She just wriggled her hips again and pressed her heels down—letting her lift her hips and rump up high to give him a dual show of her flagged tail and winking cunt.

"Bring it, master. Stuff me like the needy pussy I am!"

Always a challenge, his mare. And Comet wouldn't have it any other way. He slowly levered the table down a few notches until he could easily and comfortably heft his juicy, rolling spheres up onto the padded surface, his prick bouncing with a wet, lube-scattering splat across her pubes and belly.

Redheart squeezed her thighs together briefly around Comet's rock-hard shaft. "Please," she whimpered. "Please now…"

"Push yourself up," Comet ordered, "Then bring that lovely cunt down over my dick. You can aim for that, right, pet?"

Redheart pouted. "All floppy, master," she told him, and raised her beautifully buff arms up to, indeed, flop limply around. While she was doing so, though, she dug her heels carefully at the edge of the table and pulled herself back slowly, dragging Comet's pre-drooling prick in a slick trail over her tough belly, soaking her scarlet-haired pubes. At the limit, she arched herself, just a bit, and pushed further, letting her husband's stiff member brush down over her sensitive lips. Comet gasped as Redheart swiftly hooked her heels along the restraints, pushing her tight folds to stretch over the bulging flare of his cock.

As the pleasure shot through his cock, Comet groaned and grabbed Redheart by her thighs, pulling her back further. His amazonian nurse surrendered control back into relaxation, letting him fill her, letting his invading member bulge her anew. Comet grunted as she clenched hard past the flare, hearing her answering cry of pleasure as his medial ring forced her out further still. He grinned up at her, listening to her let out shuddering moans as she stretched for him, her pants in time with the beat of his heart, his oversized cock throbbing back against her clutching folds.

Comet grunted deeply as he brought Redheart down as far as the restraints would let her. His fingers squeezed her potent thighs once, then moved down to where his bulge traveled up her belly, and began to rub his palms in, pressing her taut muscles against the distension. As he knew she would, as she always did, Redheart arched her back, squealing with delight. Comet just kept still for the moment, massaging Redheart's abs, letting her spasm around the heft of his cock.

Redheart's clenching heat surrounded Comet, pulling desperately, her inner tightness winking around his tool to slurp up more of his precum within her. As the initial stimulation started to fade, and, tits heaving, Redheart sunk back against the table, Comet began to thrust. Rolling his hips, slow at first, but gaining in speed, arching just a bit to grind his prick all the better against her needy clitty, Comet fucked Redheart hard, swifter and swifter slaps echoing from his shaft against her eager cunt.

Whining and gasping with ever-heightening delight, Redheart bore down on her husband's tool, gripping hard with her kegels. It wasn't a "rebellion" against his imposed regime of her relaxation; both knew that she'd get faster to the final orgasmic afterglow this way, and Comet certainly wasn't objecting to the way her pussy thanked his pre-gushing member for the heavy pounding, for forcing her hyper-sensitive spots to stretch and respond to the thrusts. "I love you," he whispered, watching her recline and jerk all at once, her automatic responses to the deep fucking seeming to pull her about like a puppet on strings. The pleasure warred with the hypnagogic effects of his earlier efforts, but always, always, that incredibly goofy smile remained on her face.

His oversized cock bounced and twitched in Redheart's clenching cunny and Comet felt the tension rise in his own muscles. He reached up with his right hand to stroke the sweat away from his forehead, while his pre filled Redheart all the fuller, stretching her taut tummy out just slightly. His left hand jiggled the first signs of her stretch and he grinned. "All mine," he groaned. I.. mm, Redheart, you're so fucking tight!"

Smiling hazily back at him, Redheart gave her best smug look. "Cum with me," she whispered. "I'm so close, master, love, Comet, cum with me, please, you've fucked me so hard—please, let me feel it. Let me feel you. Give me everything those sweet vesicles of yours have stored up and let… me have it!" Medical accuracy might not always be as pithy as standard dirty talk, but in the Comet-Redheart household, they were a necessity.

Comet shuddered, clenching his teeth. Hearing his beloved wife moan and plead like that almost brought him over too soon, and he slipped his hands to either side of Redheart, gripping the tabletop to brace his last, shuddering, thrusts. "Redheart… do it! Cum for me!" he commanded through a crescendo of their panting, gasping duet.

It didn't take her long. Redheart didn't need the command, didn't need permission, but Comet knew it made her feel deliciously under his hand. He loved that almost as much as the pure sexuality of it, knowing that Redheart trusted him enough to just let go, to let him be the boss, and let her day's cares melt away. Or explode, as the case may be, and was. Redheart gushed around Comet's shaft, her slit greedily clenching down as her femcumstreamed back against and over the oversized stallionhood. She squealed, wordless, again and again, almost drowning out his cry of her name.

For he joined her, as promised. The massive overflow of pent up seed, of the lust and love that had been stimulated even before he filled Redheart's cunt, it all let out at once. Comet slammed his shaft home, his balls pressed up against Redheart's folded legs as they jolted and jumped with his release. He roared Redheart's name, again, and again, until his incoherency joined hers, a flood of whinnies and squeals, nickers and screams, of sound to match the flood swelling Redheart's belly out as though she were near pregnant.

Time passed, though neither could really tell. Comet grunted as his shaft unleashed its plug to keep her nice and tight, and he wearily sent his horn's magic to release the restraints, leaning forward. Redheart bent forward as best her overfull womb permitted, and pulled Comet up on top of her, his cock still deep within so the weight of him spread the slosh of her pussy's contents to the side as she cradled his head to her breasts. "You… just like seeing me filled up, pervy little stallion," she groaned.

"If you'd let me impregnate you this heat…"

"Yeah, ok."

"I mean, we're in a good financial situation—mmf—and the hospital really is stabilizing when it's not- what?"

Redheart laughed and ruffled Comet Tail's mane. "That'll be my anniversary present to you, stud," she said with a hazy smile. "I've already stopped taking the suppressors. I should start the heat the day before, and I'll take the fertility potion." She kissed Comet's hornbase, and he grunted with the pleasure. "But you'd better bring out the flogger and the leathers, honey, because I expect you to top this topping."

"Brat."

"Duh."

Comet cuddled close to his squishy-strong mare and sighed happily. Was there ever a day he didn't appreciate this mare?