Chapter-specific content warning: Anthropomorphic bear lady, with fur. Bondage, spanking, nail/claw play, prisoner/guard role-play (all fully consensual). Animated objects. DISCLAIMER: Because this is a fantasy, and both characters involved are newbies at it, this chapter does not portray ideal BDSM procedures. Always set safe words and communicate extensively about power play in advance, unless you are on an unfamiliar world full of kinky sex magic.

Every Friday night, Sonata went out.

It wasn't that she didn't love Sunset. It kind of scared her, really, how much she did. She'd been around a long time, after all, and had become, in her own peculiar way, jaded. But to her, this was something new. She wondered if, before being hit with that rainbow beam, she'd been capable of it. But then, it seemed Adagio and Aria still weren't, so maybe she'd never been the problem. Stockholm Syndrome, she'd learned the humans called it, and presumably a few millennia could give one a hell of a case. Sunset had been more than willing to share her library, which had a lot of books about psychology. She claimed it was because she'd been worried about being obviously alien, at the beginning, but Sonata suspected it was also because she was a giant nerd.

But then, Sonata loved that about her. And the reading was interesting, except when it wasn't. Like being in love, reflecting on her life wasn't something she had a lot of experience with. But, again, until recently, she wouldn't have liked what she'd seen. Repression was another one the human authors were big on, and another one she felt that she'd practiced over an inhuman span of time.

Solitude was another, though. She'd always been with Adagio and Aria, of course, first as a pack of predators in Equestria, then as fugitives in a world that left them near famine. But no matter how much she'd repressed, or had Stockholm Syndrome, or been desperate, or whatever she wanted to call it, she'd been, they'd never been friends. She'd always had to retreat into her mind, sometimes.

So, she adored Sunset. But sometimes, she wanted to be alone, just for a bit. Even if she was with people. It comforted her. So, Fridays.

The first few, she'd just walked. Maybe thought, if she felt like it, but often not. Canterlot in late spring and early summer, which it had been then, was a great place to walk and be a nearly contentless observer. There were countless strange scenes, interesting plants, lovely back-streets, and small neighborhoods to discover.

Recently, though, she'd been dipping her toe into her new society as an active member. Not too active, mind. She was easing in. So she'd been stopping at coffee shops and restaurants, ordering a drink and snack and just people watching. With perhaps a side of eavesdropping, if said people were speaking too loudly.

This Friday, though, more people than usual seemed to be speaking too loudly. It took Sonata a while to notice; she was comfortably reading at her table, nursing her coffee and bagel. But gradually she noticed the unusual volume, and unusually worried tone, of the conversations around her.

She listened in and caught snatches of the conversation. One couple was worried about getting home safe. One woman was on the phone, asking for a pickup. She focused more, curious and slightly alarmed. She still couldn't tell what was up exactly, but the overall mood was clearly tense. She sighed and put away her book. She got ready to leave, paused, frowned, and turned around. She supposed it wasn't shocking some of Sunset was rubbing off, but life had certainly been simpler when she could be flagrantly irresponsible without guilt.

But she was technically a federal employee now, in something somewhat adjacent to law enforcement. And her girlfriend was a big hero. So she went to the barista, who was staring at his phone, also looking worried, and asked if he knew what was up.

"Another robbery," he said, paused, then seemed to note her confused look, and went on. "We've had a string of muggings around here. Kind of strange ones. No one's gotten a good look at the perp, but they sound like a woman, and there's just one. That's not what's weird, though. They don't take any money or credit cards or anything, just food, and they always ask about jade."

"Jade? Who's Jade?"

"Not a person, the stone. Like old Chinese statues." Sonata still couldn't picture the stone, but she figured out enough to go on from what she'd recently learned was called context.

"So she's robbing people for food and asking about a weird stone? Has anyone been hurt?"

"I don't think so. But one guy tried to fight, and he says he got tied up by some rope, all on its own! She left him right in plain sight, but it was still a few hours before anyone found him. And that's just freaky!"

"Thanks," Sonata said, and turned to go. The she remembered herself and went back and pulled out her wallet. "I work in an FBI office downtown that looks into weird stuff like this. Here's our card. If you hear anything more about it, give us a call."

As she got ready to go home, though, and tell Sunset about the lead, she started to reconsider. Sure, she wasn't technically an agent. But she wasn't any less qualified than Sunset. Only Redheart had any formal training yet, after all. And if Sunset's claim was that she was a magical creature from another world, well, so was Sonata. She started walking faster as she thought, grinning. She'd heard that Captain Armor was talking about expanding the department. And she didn't mind being the sexy administrative assistant, and having wild sex with Sunset hearing about her adventures, but if she were a full agent, she could have the sex and then have more sex remembering it! She'd handle this one herself, and impress everyone!

She went by a corner store and bought some food she thought might be tempting to the robber, putting it obtrusively in a translucent plastic bag. Then she looked on her phone to find out where the robberies had happened, exactly. It took a while to find a listing on a local news site, but eventually she had a good route. It seemed the robber preferred the classic "emerge from an alleyway, lure the mark in" plan, so she made sure to walk slowly past alleys.

She didn't want the robber to suspect Sonata was hunting her, so she tried to act distracted and unconcerned - in other words, as she usually was while walking. Unfortunately, between developed habit and her general lightness of being, by about ten minutes in, she'd moved from pretending to be distracted and unconcerned to just being distracted and unconcerned. By the time she'd passed the fourth side alley, she noticed her bag felt significantly lighter. With a sinking feeling, she looked down and saw the bottom had been expertly cut out, and her food taken right out from under her nose.

She retraced her steps, but there was no sign of anyone in any of the dark spaces between buildings, nor on the street. Sonata's shoulders slumped, and she sighed. I guess I will leave this one to Sunset, after all.

As it turned out, Sunset was amused by her attempt, and hugged her and kissed her when she said she'd wanted to be a real agent. So at least there was that. Sonata had, after all, plenty of time.

Redheart had a scheduled call with Captain Armor, and needed to prepare. Sonata seemed to have fed her urge for adventure for the time being. So it was Sunset alone who found herself investigating the case the next day. She started by interviewing the victims, at least those who'd filed police reports. She discovered some of them had been robbed during the day, and most hadn't been obviously carrying food, though all of them had some. None of them had seen the perpetrator's features - she was covered head to toe in garments all agreed were somewhat exotic, including a heavy hood. And all of them agreed she'd been asking about where she could find jade.

Sunset researched the question a bit, just in case, and then began immediately. She considered actually walking through the alleys, but there was no reason anyone would, so she thought it'd scream "police". So instead she just walked the block Sonata had the last night, but in the other direction. As she was passing the third alley, with no one else in sight in the middle of the work day, she felt a slight pressure on her back, and a low voice whispered in her ear.

"Don't say anything or scream. I just want your food, and I have a question. Come on."

Though the woman behind her didn't seem particularly slight, her voice was girlish, not unlike Pinkie Pie's. Sunset briefly considered if this could be Pinkie Pie, before dismissing it as the wrong kind of weird. The woman nudged her towards the alley, and she let herself be herded in. She tried to get a glimpse of what weapon, if any, the woman was holding in her hand, but couldn't get a good look.

In addition to training Redheart to better use cum to feed her powers, Sunset had been using their regular recent sessions to learn to suppress her empathy as much as possible. She felt it was invasive to get intense emotional information from casual contact, and in the last week of practice she'd learned to dull it to where she felt only the most powerful emotions, and only with direct contact. She thought about letting down her guard and trying to read the robber, but she didn't feel they'd reached a desperate point yet, and wasn't confident she'd get anything through the other woman's concealing outfit in any case.

"Do you know where I can find jade?"

Sunset had considered her response. She did know, of course. In fact, she'd sourced some online, she could get a pretty big chunk of the cheap stuff without much impact on their budget. But she intended to use it only in a bargain.

"Who's Jade?" She said instead.

"Who names their kid 'Jade'? Why do you all ask that?" The robber sounded distinctly frustrated. "The stone! The stone of spirit!"

"Oh," Sunset shrugged. "They have a bunch in China, I guess." Now that she thought of it, the robber's heavy robes looked...not exactly Chinese, but perhaps Chinese-adjacent. "Here, I don't think there is any."

The woman growled, sounding disconcertingly bestial. "Fine. Food, then."

Sunset opened up her empathy, just to make sure she didn't feel anything violent. She got almost no impression at all, but hints of frustration and confusion hit her before she raised them again. She was pretty confident this woman, criminal or no, wouldn't hurt her, and she wanted to see her reputed rope tricks.

She stepped forward and took off her backpack, and moved as if to kneel and open it. Instead, though, she turned the knee-bending into a run and took off down the alley.

She didn't make it far. As the man who'd tried to run had reported, ropes sprang up from the ground and began wrapping around her arms and legs. She found her back pressed to the brick wall, arms and legs spread, backpack dangling from one immobile hand. She looked at the ropes, trying to see the telltale aura of unicorn-style telekinesis. There was no glow, but at the end of each rope was a small carved piece of green stone - certainly jade.

Another growl drew Sunset's attention to the robber, and she was able to get a better look at the woman now, at least.

She looked to be a full head shorter than Sunset, though it was a bit hard to tell while suspended slightly in the air. She wore a long robe-like dress with a heavy hood. Either it was thick or she was solidly built - it was hard to tell. Beyond that Sunset could tell almost nothing, every inch of her was covered. She did notice, though, that her left hand was moving in small but complex patterns. Like the rest of her, either her gloves were thick, or her hands weren't shaped like human ones.

She gestured with her left hand and the tip of the rope binding Sunset's arm reached under her backpack strap and tossed it off. It landed behind the woman, who turned and bent over to retrieve it. As she did so, her dress bulged in a way that made it clear it was not particularly thick, she was just possessed of a full and, to Sunset, very appealing ass. The way it moved as she fiddled with the backpack was highly distracting.

Oh no, not now, Sunset though, but she'd been training her sex magic to bad habits, and indeed her cock sprang forth at the ready, very obvious under her tight skirt.

It seemed that the woman's gloves were making it impossible to work the zipper of the backpack. With another growl, she sliced it open with some kind of green-tipped knife and emptied the contents into her own pouch, which she carried on her side.

She turned back to Sunset and seemed ready to say something else, when she stopped. It was impossible to trace the line of her eyes under the hood, but it seemed impossible they were on anything other than Sunset's prominent bulge. She walked slowly forward.

"But aren't you a so -- a female?" She moved her hands above her own chest, miming breasts.

"Sure am," Sunset said, "but I like having a cock to use on other women. So when I see someone sexy, like you, it shows up. It doesn't know I'm your prisoner."

"You can't even see me," the robber scoffed.

"I got a great view when you bent over to pick up my pack."

The robber had been walking slowly forward, and now was quite close. Even through her guard, Sunset could feel a bit of her arousal leaking off.

"Go ahead," she grinned, without any real plan, other than hoping to get the woman to show what kind of creature she was, or stay and talk, "take a look."

"I don't need you permission. You're my prisoner." Still, Sunset noted, she'd made no move before being given the permission.

She reached her gloved hand forward and gingerly lifted Sunset's skirt. She'd long since stopped wearing panties, as even Rarity's special ones couldn't reliably survive the magical appearance of her cock. She'd last used it in pony form, so it sprang forth in its flared, ringed glory as soon as her skirt cleared it. The woman let out a low rumble. Sunset could feel her breath on it, and shivered.

"It's been too long since I had a bo -- a male," the woman breathed, seeming to talk to herself, though she still stopped before using the term Sunset was sure would have revealed more about her.

"You can show me what's under there," Sunset said, "I promise I can handle it."

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say. The woman drew back, dropping the skirt again, though it was now absurdly tented.

"You talk too much," she said, "it's a real turn-off." Sunset could tell this was a lie, her arousal was a strong as ever. But it seemed the moment had passed. The woman stalked off, saying nothing else. Once she'd gone from sight entirely, the jade cuffs flew off the ends of the rope, letting Sunset drop to the ground, and flew rapidly after her. Sunset ran down the alley, but there was no sight of the robber.

Well, she thought, at least she didn't leave me tied up like that other guy. She searched the ruins of her backpack. It was completely empty. And she didn't notice the tracker in the box of granola bars.

Sunset followed the tracker at a safe distance, but tried to figure out how the robber could have taken this route during broad daylight. It was a convoluted path through alleys, over fences, and up and down fire escapes, but it was workable, and now Sunset found herself surveilling a vacant basement featuring a sign reading "for lease - commercial." It had a side door on to the alley - and the lock had obviously been picked from the pattern of wear on it.

She stared at the door, wondering what the best approach was. She could just go in, of course, but she wasn't confident she had a good answer to the magically animated ropes, short of incapacitating the woman, which was a level of violence she didn't think was warranted. She was pretty sure, though, that her left hand's motions controlled the jade, so if she could sneak up and take it out of the picture, she could cuff her. But she wasn't sure if she was better off waiting for the thief to leave and then sneak in and lie in wait, or trying to sneak in now.

Before she could decide, the thief emerged from the door and glanced around. Sunset didn't move, despite the temptation to hunker down even more - she was pretty sure her hiding place was good enough that movement would only risk giving her away. It seemed she went unnoticed, as the robber seemed satisfied and set off, climbing a fire escape and heading off in the other direction. She was far more nimble than her frame would suggest, or than Sunset herself was, and easily climbed the few feet of brick between the top of the fire escape and the roof, which Sunset hadn't expected.

She glanced at her phone. It seemed she'd taken the granola bars with her for energy, as the tracker was moving off again. While Sunset thought it was possible she was going to a new base just to foil pursuit, she decided she'd go in here anyway. If the tracker went too far, she could always catch up on her motorcycle - it didn't seem the mysterious woman had any kind of vehicle.

Before she went in, though, she used her magic scanning app to check out the area around the door. There wasn't much, but at the back of the alley, it detected nearly-faded residue. Twilight's app couldn't match the signature with anything it'd seen before exactly, but the closest match was with the portal from Equestria.

Interesting, Sunset thought as she eased the door open and entered, I'll have to find out how she got here.

The space inside was rough, and it seemed the mystery woman had few possessions, but it was clearly a true hideout, not a decoy. The space was clean but mostly empty. The floor was concrete, with several pillars supporting the ceiling. It seemed whatever business had once been here A bedroll lay on the floor, open. Next to it a crate was set up, as if for a table, and a single candle was on it, along with some boxes of stolen food. A large pack lay against the crate. Sunset glanced at her phone, satisfying herself that the woman was still several blocks away, and began rummaging through it.

Sadly, it yielded little that would help her identify the woman. A pair of sandals. A much lighter dress, this one off the shoulder with a slit side, in a deep red. Several pairs of chopsticks and assorted hairpieces. A dozen or so small pieces of carved jade in dragon or warrior motifs. An assortment of daggers with jade blades. A few more ropes.

She glanced at her phone again. The tracker was getting closer. She looked around for a good hiding place. Nothing presented itself. She settled for the old standby, pressing her back against the wall next to the door. This woman seemed alert, but Sunset knew even alert people rarely looked around immediately on entering their own homes, and the door opened inward, so it'd hide her for a bit. She hoped she'd have enough time to take the woman by surprise and immobilize her left hand. She took a rope out of the pack, just in case.

After a nerve-wracking wait that seemed eternal, though it really wasn't, the tracker was nearly on top of her. Sunset put away the phone and tensed herself. The door creaked open, then began to close. She sprang forward and slammed into the robber.

Sunset had to give her credit, she responded very quickly. She nearly pulled forward out of Sunset's grasp, despite being smaller, staggering forward. Sunset bore down on her, scrabbling for her hand, but the other woman reached it out. Sunset was forced to press closer and both stumbled forward, in danger of tumbling to the ground. The robber growled and reached her gloved hand for the pole. Sunset saw the opportunity and lunged forward herself, bearing the other woman to her knees. Sunset slammed her hand forward, holding the other woman's hand pressed to the pole and useless. The robber squirmed, thrusting up with her powerful legs and trying to throw Sunset off. Sunset grabbed her cuffs with her other hand, then reached around to try to grab the robber's right hand and wrestle them to where she could cuff both together around the pole.

As they struggled, the robber's luscious, writhing ass pressed against Sunset, and while her conscious mind barely noticed, whatever deep primal part of her controlled her magic cock certainly did and, appropriateness of the situation be damned, it sprang forth, hard and ready.

Sunset nearly cursed as arousal flooded her and threatened to distract her, but at least she was used to this happening. The other woman was taken completely by surprise, and faltered with a squeak. It was all the opening Sunset needed. She grabbed her other hand and wrestled it to the pole, cuffing both together around it before the robber had fully recovered. She stood clear and the other woman struggled to her feet, growling. She pulled at the cuffs, but they didn't give.

"Now," Sunset approached, "let's have a civilized..." she trailed off. Even through her practiced guard, the arousal was rolling off the other woman.

"Well, aren't you quite the switch," Sunset grinned. "Seems like you enjoy being tied up just as much as you liked tying me up."

"Ugh, as if."

Sunset shrugged. "I don't need your permission, you're my prisoner." The arousal washed over her. "But I won't do it without it." She stepped back. "I'll let myself out. I can tell the cuffs aren't going to hold up forever, but I can't have you using your jade magic on me. I put my card in your bag. Come see me when you get out. I'll help you. If you keep robbing people, though, we're gonna have a problem, and next time, it won't be just me, and you won't get to choose to come in."

She turned to leave. She wasn't sure what she'd do if the other woman called her bluff. But she was also pretty sure she wouldn't. The only question was whether she'd volunteer to come in peacefully now, or give in to her obvious lust and answer questions here. Hopefully while moaning.

"I'm not human," she said before Sunset got far, "you wouldn't want me." Sunset grinned. She'd been hoping for the second one.

"I'm not human either."

"More than I am. I'm sure you wouldn't want me."

"I already do."

There was a long pause.

"Come lift up my hood."

Sunset came back and stood on the far side of the pole. The other woman was pressed up to it, even though the cuffs didn't force her to be. Sunset read the pose as surprisingly vulnerable. The robber raised her head. The shadows under the hood were deep, but Sunset saw large eyes with deep purple irises looking out at her.

"Your eyes are lovely," she said. She felt the embarrassed arousal spilling over her.

She reached forward to the hood and paused. Underneath, she could feel the other woman nod. She lifted it off.

The robber hadn't been lying about her humanity, certainly. Her face was much more like a pony's than a human's, covered in fur with a short muzzle topped with a prominent black nose like a dog's. The fur of her face was white, but with rings of black around her large eyes, Her lips were thin and black, and upturned towards her nose. Her two large round ears rose above her carefully coifed black hair, which featured a dark purple streak above her right eye, and was up in a tight ponytail.

"See?" She showed elongated canines as she spoke.

Something about seeing a face so much like a pony's went right to Sunset's crotch. She stiffened. Wordlessly, she stepped back and unhooked her skirt, letting it fall around her rampant member. She saw the woman's already wide eyes open further and stare at it.

"You still want me?"

Sunset nodded.

"Well, I am your prisoner."

"Do you want me?"

She swallowed. "Yes. But...you were right, I like being the prisoner."

Right, Sunset thought. She didn't have any experience with this, really, but she was willing to give it a go.

"Okay," she took on a tone of authority and stood up straight, despite the incongruity of both with her raging, exposed erection. "Prisoner, I'm Agent Sunset Shimmer. What's your name?"

The robber glared at her defiantly, and Sunset was confused for a moment until she realized her prisoner planned to enjoy making her work for it.

Well, she had questions to ask anyway. Might as well make them part of the game. She circled around the pole until she was looking at the other woman's full rear. She was excited to see how it moved.

"I said," she gave the generous rump a hard slap, "what's your name?" The prisoner's ass jiggled enticingly, and she gasped.

"Aya Blackpaw," she growled.

"I am a federal agent," Sunset said, and spanked her again, "you will refer to me as 'agent' or 'sir'."

"Aya Blackpaw, Agent."

Sunset nodded. She paced a bit more.

"How did you get here?"

Silence, again. Sunset grinned, but only because Aya couldn't see her. She studied the dress. It was heavy, but bound at the back. It looked like if she opened it, she could push the top forward...

Slowly, she untied the lace and began pulling it out. The back of the dress opened. Aya's fur was black on the back. As soon as enough was exposed, Sunset dug her nails through it into the flesh beneath and began dragging them down her back. Aya shivered and growled.

"I didn't want to, Agent. I was minding my own business and the portal just swallowed me up. About a week ago, Agent." Sunset let up her nails, but kept working on the laces, stroking the fur lightly instead. It was longer than a pony's, but only just, and still felt wonderfully silky and familiar. Aya obviously kept herself well groomed.

"Where are you from, Ms. Blackpaw?"

As expected, silence.

Sunset had finished with the laces, and pushed the now-open top of the dress forward. She couldn't remove it entirely - it was intended to come off the arms, then Aya could just step out of it, but with her hands cuffed around the pole, the arms couldn't come off. Still, she was able to push it far enough clear to reveal everything. Aya's shoulders were broad and her arms powerful, and Sunset was glad she didn't seem to be inclined to violence in the course of her robberies.

She walked around to get a better view. Aya's breasts were moderately sized, but firm, with hard pink nipples poking out from the fur that seemed to cover her entire body. Her belly and the front of her neck were white like her face, and despite her powerful build her belly was flat, her figure swelling considerably at her generous hips and, from all appearances, rear.

She remained silent as Sunset exposed and appraised her, her eyes averted. She didn't seem able to blush her fur like ponies, but her body language said if she could, she likely would be. Sunset reached under her muzzle and raised it to look her in the eyes, and repeated the question firmly. There was still no reply.

She reached slowly to Aya's breasts and took one of her firm nipples, brushing it threateningly with her nails before gripping it tightly. Aya moaned.

"Gadgetzan. On Kalimdor, in Azeroth." Sunset gripped harder. "Agent!" She let go.

Of course, none of this meant anything to her, and she'd have to get the full story later. But Aya did seem to be enjoying the game.

"Now. Tell me why you were stealing. Do you have some evil plan here?" Sunset thought this last was basically impossible at this point, but it seemed in character. As expected, Aya remained silent.

"You are proving an uncooperative subject, Ms. Blackpaw."

Sunset moved around behind her again. Aya had pressed herself back from the pole, displaying again just how her full ass filled her dress. Sunset was now quite interested to see what it would look like outside of it.

"You know, I will get these answers from you. But now you've frustrated me, and I'll have to relieve it somehow."

Slowly, teasing herself as well as Aya, she lifted the prisoner's dress. Her feet were concealed by heavy boots, but her legs were athlete's legs, the powerful muscles visible even beneath the fur, which was entirely black. Sunset teased her hands on them as she slowly raised the dress higher, revealing thick, powerful thighs. Finally her pussy lips came into view, dark like those on her face, and damp, teasingly visible between her spread legs. Then the bottom of her luscious ass, then her tight black pucker, then finally a cute little tail, not even as long as a pony's, but just a bob of fur above the spread crack of her ass. Sunset nodded in appreciation.

"Luckily," she said, "you look like you'll be excellent relief. Now answer the question."

Sunset slapped her naked ass again, watching it jiggle deliciously. Aya moaned.

"Oh, this had better be the last one before you fuck me senseless. I just had to eat! And I wanted jade for my magic. I don't know how things work here. I didn't have any money on me when the portal took me. And the first human I approached freaked out, I guess they've never seen a pandaren before. I don't have any evil plans, I'm just a poor rich orphan, only here, I'm not even rich!"

Something about this struck Sunset as an act, even without much prompting from her empathy. Also, Aya hadn't said 'agent' or 'sir'. Also, her ass was glorious. Sunset smacked it again, gratified by the sound and motion her hand produced.

"Agent. That's all, Agent!"

"We'll talk about this more later," Sunset growled, "when you're feeling more cooperative. Maybe after I show you what happens when you frustrate me, you'll be more eager."

"Celestials yes," Aya murmured, "put that thing inside me, I want to know what that ring feels like."

Sunset nearly forgot her potion, but at the last minute she realized she probably shouldn't bring any more weird hybrids into the world, and chugged one. Aya was wiggling her ass obscenely, and had spread her legs wide. Sunset could smell her musk, just alien enough to be enticing. She moved close behind her, pressing her cock against Aya's generous ass. Aya lowered her bound hands on the pole, spreading herself and pressing back into Sunset so far that she felt the dripping lips parting around her head. Both women moaned. Sunset pressed forward.

Just as Aya gasped at the flared head and anticipated Sunset's medial ring, Sunset found her new lover's pussy delightfully different. Aya's sex had waves on the inside, and as she slid deeper in, they massaged her cock. She let out a long moan. Then her medial ring sunk in, and Aya shouted.

"Oh, it's as good as I hoped," she panted, wriggling her hips and ass, delighting Sunset's eyes as well as her cock. "Take me Agent, I'm nearly there."

Sunset was too. She began fucking hard, relishing the feel of Aya's rippling pussy on her shaft. She felt her flare inexorably hardening. Inspired, she slapped Aya's delicious ass again.

It was too much for her "prisoner". Aya thrust herself back hard, burying Sunset again, as her pussy began twitching all over her.

"I'm cumming, Agent Sunset Shimmer. Give me yours. Please give me your cum."

Sunset's flare deployed, and she complied, great ropes filling Aya's writhing, begging body.

"Oh," she said, as Sunset unloaded more and more, swelling her, "oh Agent, there's so much. So much." She twitched more, her orgasm seeming to deepen. "Give me all of it."

"I'm glad you're finally cooperating, prisoner" Sunset managed, interrupted by moans.

She smacked Aya's ass again, the jiggle and Aya's moaning, thrashing reaction proving enough to grant the other woman's request: Sunset's second orgasm took her, immediately on the heels of the first, and she began emptying the second load of her magically full pony balls into Aya, bulging her already swelling belly with her seed.

Both women fell to the floor, panting. Sunset's cock had vanished, and as she came to herself she saw Aya staring at her crotch.

"It just went away. Is that why you said you weren't human?"

"No," Sunset said. "Physically I am, but I came from another world, like you. The portal that brought me here changed me into a human, though. I got the cock later, through a magic potion. Though some of the magic rubbed off, so now it just shows up on its own sometimes."

Sunset went over and unlocked the cuffs, then started dressing herself again.

"What are you really, then?"

"A pony."

"Like, a horse person? Kind of like I'm a bear person, or a human is an ape person?"

Sunset laughed. "No, just a person who's a pony. Well, our faces are more like yours than like the ponies here. But we're quadrupeds, no hands or anything. I moved things around with my magic."

Sunset hitched up her skirt and turned to face Aya again. The self-proclaimed bear person was also bare, save for her boots and gloves. It seemed she'd had an easier time stripping off her dress than recovering it from the state Sunset had put it in. Now she was standing closer to the bedroll, rummaging through her bag. Her belly was flat again, a large puddle of Sunset's cum on the floor next to the pole where she'd been kept. Her bare ass was facing Sunset, slightly spread as she bent over, revealing just the hint of her pussy. A drip of cum emerged and slid down her leg, white on the black fur.

Sunset rolled her eyes as her cock returned. It really was getting out of hand.

"Are you really some kind of cop?" Aya said.

"I'm a federal agent, yeah. Though I guess you don't know what that means. But my department looks after people like us."

"What, perverts who'll fuck someone right after they meet?"

Sunset laughed. "Seems like it. But no, non-human people, people with magic, visitors from other worlds. The weirdos."

Aya turned and looked at her. Sunset suspected she couldn't really miss that the cock was back, but she seemed to be ignoring it for now.

"Non-human people are weirdos?"

Sunset laughed again. "In this world they are. They're the only common intelligent species. They might be the only one native to this world, we're not really sure. Most of them think all people are humans."

"Okay, that's weird. Are all the humans here as colorful as you?"

"Why wouldn't they be?"

"Mine aren't. Nevermind, it's another world. Weird they both have humans at all, really." Aya pulled her other dress out of the bag and turned to lay it on the bedroll. While Sunset was sad to lose sight of her ass, she'd not appreciated her breasts enough. Now free from the dress and clearly visible, they were firm and full, and their large, stiff nipples were just begging to be nibbled on. Sunset saw her white belly fur extended all the way to her crotch, her black pussy lips, slick with cum and her fluids, a stark contrast. This wasn't helping. She tried to look only at her eyes.

"So, what now?" Aya said, with obtrusive casualness. "You gonna bring me in to magic person jail or something?"

Sunset shook her head. "You didn't do anything seriously wrong. None of the food you took was expensive. But I'm going to ask if you want to come with me. You're right, it'd be hard for you to do any shopping around here. We'll do our best to get you home, but we have no idea how portals work, and neither does anyone we've met. It might be a while. I'd like to talk about your options back at our office. But if you want to just leave, I won't stop you. I will have to come stop you if you keep stealing food and scaring people, though."

Aya nodded. "I'll come with you." She laughed. "Again." Sunset blushed. "But no promises I'll like what you have to say."

Sunset nodded. "You'll probably want to get disguised again. It's a ways away."

"In a minute," Aya nodded. She held up her spare dress, as if she was inspecting it.

"Yeah, it'd do," she muttered. "Might be a little short on you."

"Why are you--" Sunset cut off as ropes twined around her wrists, ankles, and waist, lifting her immobile into the air. She'd been looking at Aya intently, of course, but she'd been looking at her striking eyes, her large nipples, her swelling breasts and hips, her dark pussy on her light fur, dripping Sunset's white seed. She'd been paying no attention at all to her left hand. Before Sunset could recover from her surprise enough to speak, Aya did.

"I'm going to go to your office," she said, "but I really want to play more first." She looked at Sunset's crotch. "I think you do too. I want revenge. Is that okay?"

Sunset nodded.

"What's the second question?"

Aya grinned wide, showing for the first time just how sharp her teeth were, and how long her canines. Sunset hadn't internalized how predatory her new lover was. Deep inside her, the pony shivered, but the feeling of safety made the slight fear only harden her ready cock.

"How much do you care about your clothes?"

Sunset considered. The skirt was nice, but imminently replaceable. None of them were Rarity originals or anything, just mass-produced clothing. And thinking about why Aya might have asked made her shiver. Their potential loss seemed a fair price to pay to find out.

"I don't, assuming you were thinking about loaning me that dress. Humans in this world frown on public nudity."

Aya licked her lips. "I was hoping you'd say that." She tossed the dress back on the bed, and moved towards Sunset.

"Before you do anything, though," Sunset managed, "get the bottle out of my bag and give it to me."

Aya pulled it out, looking puzzled. "What's this for? You said you got your cock from a potion, but I can tell you already have it."

"This one makes it sterile. You seem a good sort, but I'm not ready to see what a hybrid of a pony and a bear person looks like just yet."

"Oh," Aya said. "Good idea, but you don't need to worry, I'm not in season."

"Unless I take the potion, after about ten seconds of contact, you will be. It's um, very magical, and very fertile."

Aya nodded, eyes wide. She uncorked the bottle and tipped it into Sunset's mouth. Sunset chugged it down.

"Right," she said. "All set. Go on." She couldn't help thinking how well child-bearing hips described Aya's figure, but she knew it was for the best.

In front of her, Aya straightened up. She pulled off her gloves. Sunset's own eyes widened. Aya's hands were halfway to paws. While they had the jointed, independent fingers of most humanoids, they were shorter than Sunset's own, and padded between fur, like paws would be. And instead of a nail, each was tipped with a sharp-looking claw. She pulled off her boots, revealing similar feet, and leaving herself entirely naked.

"Now the tables have turned, Agent," Aya stepped forward, nearly purring the words.

The delicious sense of being trapped by a predator rose further in Sunset. The animated ropes held her just above the ground, immobile and helpless. Aya stalked around her, looking her over with hungry eyes. Sunset felt her gaze on her restrained breasts, down across her belly to where her cock was straining her skirt. Then Aya padded behind her, her strange feet sounding heavy and bestial on the concrete floor. Sunset felt her breath on the back of her neck, felt her pawlike hand run over her back to her rear. She shivered.

"Oh, Agent," Aya breathed in her ear as she moved back around in front of her, "I never expected such a delicious morsel to come right into my lair. I'm going to enjoy getting even with you."

She pressed her lips to Sunset's neck and kissed it. Sunset shivered. Then Aya opened her mouth slightly, and pressed the tips of her sharp teeth lightly into Sunset's neck. Sunset moaned and thrust forward against her bonds.

"Patience," Aya murmured into her throat. "I do hope you aren't already desperate." She brushed Sunset's neck again with her teeth as she pulled back.

"Now," the pandaren said, "let's get a better look at you." She reached out, index finger extended, and settled the clawed tip lightly on Sunset's collarbone, nowhere near enough to hurt, but impossible to forget. Slowly she dragged it along the bone, leaving a trail of sensation that took Sunset's breath away, until she reached the fabric of her shirt. She paused, then hooked her claw under it and, in one deft and shockingly strong pull, neatly parted the fabric of the whole front of the shirt, letting it fall open. She saw Sunset's bra underneath and frowned.

"What a strange garment," she muttered then, with a shrug, cut the bra between both cups. Sunset's breasts spilled free, larger than Aya's, if slightly less perky. Her nipples, smaller but no less hard, felt the cool air of the basement, and she shivered.

"Oh my," Aya ran her hands over the newly exposed flesh, her pads and fur making a delicious alternating sensation on Sunset's nipples and skin. "I almost wish I had a cock like yours to bury between these."

She gestured with her left hand and the ropes lowered Sunset's feet to the ground, then pulled her hands forward, bending her over. She felt her ass thrust back, and tried to press it back more teasingly, as much as she could in the bonds. Aya moved around behind her.

"What are you going to do to me, you villain?" Sunset belatedly decided to play up her role a bit, though if she were honest with herself, it was in part in hopes of speeding up the teasing.

She felt Aya's paw land heavily on her ass, and she squeaked in surprise and the mix of slight pain and intense pleasure.

"Now now," Aya growled, "this is my home you invaded. Here, I am the mistress, and you will address me as such." Another spank. Sunset shuddered in her bonds. "Is that clear?"

Sunset thought about staying silent, but decided she'd accomplished what she could for now.

"Yes, mistress," she panted. "What do you want with me, mistress villain?"

Aya laughed. "Why, you are my guest. I just want to get a good look at you. It's rare I have such an unusual visitor." she ran her paw lightly over Sunset's bulge for emphasis. "I think I'll extend my hospitality, properly welcome you in. You might not even have to beg, much."

Sunset shivered.

"But I haven't gotten a good look yet," Aya said. Sunset couldn't see exactly what she did, but with a few loud tears from her claws, the ruins of her shirt and bra fell to the floor. Aya rested one padded palm on her back, and casually lifted her skirt with the other.

"Oh," she ran a finger lightly over Sunset's wet pussy lips. "You have both. Interesting."

Sunset felt herself part, and gasped. Slowly but firmly, Aya inserted a finger fully inside her. She tensed, expecting to feel the sharp claw, but somehow she felt only pleasant fullness. Perhaps it was retractable? She shivered.

"You're very tight, Agent. I take it you give far more than you receive?"

"Yes," Sunset moaned, only barely remembering to add, "mistress."

Aya pulled out the finger, and Sunset found herself slightly missing it.

"My mistake," she said, "shall I not do that, then?"

Even though the idea of being fucked didn't do much for Sunset, she never minded a bit of pussy play in addition to the use of her dick. But she thought she might as well play it up.

"As you see fit, mistress," she moaned.

"How obliging you are, Agent," Aya purred. "Let's see just how far that goes." The ropes pulled Sunset's limbs until she was kneeling, hands on the floor. Aya moved in front of her. The scent of her musk filled Sunset's nose. Her crotch was just in front of Sunset's face. From this close, Sunset could tell her sex was close, the lips short, mostly keeping its secrets, but the barest hint of her clit protruded from the front. And another drop of Sunset's own seed fell from inside her. Sunset watched it fall, and looked faux-meekly at the floor.

"You left quite a mess inside me, Agent."

Sunset felt the prickle of claws lightly on her scalp as Aya put both paws on her head, then she gasped as her mistress grabbed her hair and used it to pull her face up. Aya had parted her legs, and that had parted her pussy lips as well. Sunset could see drops of cum on her thighs and just outside her sex, could see another drop of the remaining cum preparing to fall.

"Now, make amends," Aya said coldly. "Start with my legs, end with my pussy. Clean up after yourself."

Because she tended to leave all of it deep inside the wombs of her lovers, Sunset hadn't tasted her own cum on its own. The idea of being forced to do so was intensely erotic. But she felt she should keep up appearances, and was curious how Aya would punish her from this position. So she said and did nothing. After a moment, Aya sighed.

"I thought you'd be more willing to take responsibility, Agent."

Sunset gasped as a heavy blow landed on her still-exposed ass, the impact pressing her forward, filling her nose with Aya's heady scent. Apparently her mistress had some kind of jade paddle.

"Y-yes mistress," she managed.

Still, if Aya was going to set her so gradual a task, there was no reason she couldn't tease back. She mixed her licks with kisses and bites, hoping Aya's thighs were as tender under her fur as her own hairless ones were. Judging from the sounds her lover produced, they were, and Sunset gloated in her mind. Her cum was salty, and each taste made her harder, though she wouldn't have enjoyed it in less charged circumstances.

Slowly, she made her way up Aya's powerful thighs. The smell of her musk grew, and Sunset's head spun. The pandaren's paw still rested idly on Sunset's head, and the occasional prick of claws provided just enough sense of danger to remind her she was at the mercy of a predator.

As she approached Aya's sex, her lover's breathing became louder, nearly panting. It seemed Sunset's teasing was working.

Still, she would consider it a personal victory if Aya became so eager she forgot to make her beg.

Finally, she let her lips settle over Aya's musky, dripping sex. She tasted the pandaren for the first time, an earthy, deep musk, less acidic than her limited experience with human women. And she tasted her own cum, too, still dripping out after their first coupling.

"Clean up," Aya murmured.

"Yes, mistress," Sunset murmured back, making sure to keep her lips in contact, so Aya felt them move as she spoke. She was rewarded with a shudder.

She began eating Aya out, more literally than often. She pressed her tongue deep inside, both trying to scoop out her own cum, as ordered, and hoping to remind Aya of how nice it was to be filled. She relished the tastes, and moved her lips on Aya's pussy lips, but carefully avoided extensive contact with her clit, trying to tease as hard as possible.

The heady mix of their fluids gushed into her mouth with each tongue movement, and Sunset drank it down. Aya's hand still ran through her hair, but she was muttering distractedly. Sunset could feel she was close, but every time she felt too close, she eased up just slightly, keeping her mistress on edge.

Finally, Aya moaned and stepped back. Sunset felt herself lifted into the air, spread-eagle, facing down, her rock-hard dick perpendicular to the floor. The ropes dragged her over to above the bedroll, where Aya lay, legs splayed obscenely. Sunset saw her dripping sex spread and exposed, her breasts heaving.

"I hope you're ready to enjoy my hospitality, Agent." Aya was panting, previous feigned aloofness gone. Sunset just nodded eagerly.

The ropes lowered her perfectly on target, slowly hilting her in Aya's body. Then she fell heavily the last few inches as the ropes withdrew, leaving her free and fully engulfed in Aya's wonderfully textured pussy.

Of course, even now that she could, she wouldn't have dreamed of leaving. All she did with her new mobility was start pounding, and Aya didn't seem to mind. To the contrary, she rose into Sunset's arms, pressing her full furred breasts against Sunset's, her large, firm nipples rubbing Sunset's deliciously. And she pushed her muzzle against Sunset's lips.

The feeling of the muzzle, so much like a pony's, after all these years, nearly brought Sunset over the edge alone. She felt her flare stiffening, and Aya moaned as she did too. Then she parted her lips and darted her tongue into Sunset's mouth. Short, broad, and textured, it was very little like a pony's. Sunset's tongue danced with it, and grazed her lover's predatory, sharp teeth.

The renewed shiver of danger was too much for Sunset. She shivered with it, and the first rope of cum blasted out of her into Aya's waiting body. The pandaren locked her legs around Sunset's ass, making sure she couldn't leave.

Not that she wanted to. She shuddered with the intensity of her orgasm, feeling her balls already on full empty mode, surging all the cum she'd just eaten out of Aya back in. Aya moaned and kissed her harder, her chest heaving against Sunset.

Sunset felt her own orgasm deepen as Aya twitched around her in the throes of her own, and as she felt Aya's belly swelling against her with her always-massive load. She began to rise to give it room, but Aya grabbed her with her powerful arms, holding her close, letting her feel the gradual swelling of her seed inside her lover's belly.

She nearly passed out. But finally, finally, she came down, her cock vanished, and they began to pull themselves together to head to the office.

Sunset, having not gone to college, wasn't familiar with the concept of the "walk of shame". But riding back wearing Aya's spare dress was certainly a novel, if slightly awkward, experience.

It wasn't easy to talk on the motorcycle, but Sunset did her best to brief Aya on who else to expect at the office.

As it turned out, though, there was someone there she wasn't planning for. Sonata and Redheart were in the conference room talking to Twilight.

"Oh," Sonata said, "hi thief lady! I guess Sunset caught you!"

"Sort of," Aya said, but Sunset was distracted by Twilight, who was obviously in distress.

"Sorry Aya," she said, "give us a sec. Twilight, what's up?"

Twilight took a deep breath.

"I haven't been totally honest with you," she started, then paused, apparently to gather herself. "It's why I didn't want you to touch me when you got your powers. I've been meaning to tell you, but it's so hard. But now..." She paused again. Sunset put out her hand, and Twilight took it.

"I ran away," she went on after another long few breaths. "A long time ago, before I met you. I live alone. They were my adoptive parents, I never knew my real ones. But they were...wrong. Bad. I repressed a lot, I didn't really remember how they were bad, just that I had to go. But it was okay, I'd been there for years, on my own. It was fine." Her breath was ragged.

"Then...?" Sunset said, gently.

"I just saw him! Just now, here in town! And he saw me!"

"Your adopted dad?"

"Yes! But Sunset, it's not just that. I remembered! It came back! They weren't just normal bad, they were magic bad! You've got to find him, and stop him!"

Author's Note

Aya Blackpaw is from Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft. (Name is a clickable link to the card art.)