Ian woke up without the tight, binding embrace of Click Clack. Yawning, he reached up to his mouth only to find his arms were held down, wrapped in the tight grip of some kind of big, leathery wing. His first thought was that it was Chatter, until he spotted Screech's form in the bed beside him, her telltale shredded wing on the other side.

"Solid said we weren't to do anything while you slept, but I don't think she would be upset with a hug. Are you?" Screech's smile showed off sharp fangs to her bedmate.

"No." Ian didn't have to think about the question at all, particularly when she slowly drew her wing back, letting him free. "What happened to Chatter and Click?" The result of waking up male was apparent under the covers, and while Ian was a little embarrassed about it, Screech didn't even appear to notice it.

"Chatter was on for the morning shift, and Click had to shut down for a little while—she gets a little embarrassed about that. Just treat it like she really wanted to go and sleep on her own." Screech used the first two long fingers of her wing to stroke over Ian's chest and belly. "Chatter didn't want to just love you and leave you, so I offered to keep your bed warm."

Ian couldn't argue that she was doing a bad job of it, he was both cozy and warm. "Just keeping it warm?"

"And other things, if you might want to." Screech leaned in and nuzzled against Ian's shoulder, opening her lips and rubbing the front of her fangs against his soft flesh. "Do you want to know what I like in a stallion?"

"I think I know where this is going. Do you want a stallion who you can show who's boss?" Those long fingers of Screech's good wing worked their way slowly south, tickling the curly hair of his chest and belly. Lifting one hand Ian touched her soft wing membrane, traced it to the fingers of the wing and felt them.

"That would be my sisters." Screech closed her eyes and leaned forward to lay her chin on Ian's chest. "I like a stallion who takes charge, who is open and caring, and who will play with me as he wishes."

The confession shocked Ian for a moment, but while his brain was confused about the words, his body reacted to them predictably by pulling her wing down further. When the soft folds of her wing membrane touched his shaft, Ian gave a little groan. "You seem so different out there…"

"Who I am and what I do in public is not who I wish to be in here, with my mate in bed with me." Screech opened her mouth and teased at one of Ian's nipples with her lips. Under the covers, she started to slowly stroke him, building him with timed caresses toward a destination she craved. "So, what would you have me do?"

So far all the ponies he had been with had definite ideas on what they wanted from Ian: Solid wanted a naughty foal, Click wanted a creature to explore, Chatter wanted to be in complete control, and both Rake and Snaps were totally into the dominance game at a whole new level, but Screech asked him. "First, I want to kiss you." He saw her eyes flash with excitement, pupils narrowing down to tight slits.

Tilting her head up, Screech closed her eyes and pursed her lips to Ian. She couldn't hold back the little sigh of pleasure when he kissed her, and instinctively closed her grip around his length. Stroking him, she parted her teeth carefully to his probing tongue.

Snaps hadn't been interested in gentle kisses, and Chatter had only kissed him on her own terms; with Screech, Ian got to slowly explore her mouth, tongue finding the sharp points of her teeth, and he could taste copper from the now myriad of little pricks.

Opening her eyes, Screech looked into Ian's and smiled. She saw hunger, passion, and need. Closing her lips down against his tongue, she sucked on him slowly and worked her wing a little faster. She watched his eyes squeeze down sharply, felt his body tighten beside her and knew what he was going through. She bit very gently, not hurting his tongue, but slowly working her front teeth down it as she pulled free of his lips. "Do you require cleaning?"

Ian was gasping and panting, now that his mouth was free. He didn't care about the mess, not really, but he heard something in Screech's voice that tipped him off that she had an idea; after what she had just done for him, how could he turn her down? "I do. You made quite a mess. Clean it up."

Screech's ears twitched, her little tuft-tips flicking as she bobbed her head. "Of course." With her damaged wing, she tossed the covers from the bed to reveal that Ian had painted part of her good wing, as well as his lower belly. His flagging maleness made her mouth water, but first she pulled her wing up to her snout. Inhaling deeply, Screech extended her tongue and sampled his issue.

The sight of the powerful mare cleaning herself, lapping his seed from her own wing excited Ian all over again. If it had been with Snaps, he knew he would have grabbed her and started trying to screw her all over again. "Give me your other wing."

"Of course." The phrase meant a lot to Screech. It implied that whatever Ian said would be more important than her own wants, and that his word was law to her. Stretching her "naked" left up and out, she showed Ian the ripped membrane that had exposed her end two fingers all the way up to her hand, and the shreds of membrane that spider-webbed down her last two digits. Flying was a dream to her now, but her melancholy thoughts were broken as Ian licked her first finger.

The scar tissue was old, leaving the wing's hand looking like it had two long spindly fingers and a thumb. Ian traced one scar from the tip of the first digit all the way up to Screeches wing-hand. He closed his eyes as he reached the juncture of the fingers, but snapped them wide again when he heard Screech moan. He blinked at her. "You really like that, huh?"

"Y-Yes." Screech had tingly sensations racing up and down her damaged wing. When Ian licked the same finger again, she whimpered out loud. "It feels really good…"

"You need to clean your other wing, still." Ian had a wide smile as he saw dawning realization on Screech's face that she had been derelict in her duty. "Good girl, clean us up and we can play more." He waited until her muzzle reached her good wing, then licked up the second finger.

Screech gave her namesake, her eyes closing as she pulsed out a wave of high-frequency sound. She began to lick faster and faster, cleaning her good wing off and starting on Ian. Lapping her tongue along his softly furred belly, she nuzzled against him so that she wiped some of his seed onto her lips and snout.

As he ran his tongue down the scarred edge of Screech's third finger, Ian found one of the ripped holes in what remained of her wing membrane. On a hunch, he traced his tongue down to the hole and licked the edge of it. The pulsing waves of ultrasonic sound Screech made as a reaction made Ian's body tremble in an odd way—an oddly nice way.

"S-S-Slow down… please…" Screech barely got the words out before she squealed again. The heady scent combined with the attention to her wing had her mouth opening and pressing down around Ian's shaft, capturing the growing shape in her maw.

Ian froze for a second. His memory rushed back how prickly Screech's mouth had been for his tongue to explore, and now she had his penis in there. The first suck she gave him, her throat vibrating as she poured high-frequency sound into his flesh, eared a groan of pleasure from him, but when she started a pattern, sucking and screeching sound into him, he grabbed her wing and started to lick and kiss each scarred digit.

Swirling her tongue over Ian's shaft, Screech no longer cared about slowing down. She worked at the growing shaft in her mouth, her entire focus on giving pleasure without pricking him. She bobbed her head up and down, and just as she got her snout pressed to his groin he slid her long thumb into his mouth, sucking on it heedless of the sharp claw on the end. Screech couldn't hold back, he hadn't even touched her mound, but all the foreplay with her wing sent her crashing into an orgasm.

"Mmm…" Ian closed his eyes and trusted Screech completely now. Even in the grip of her climax not a single sharp tooth grazed him, all she did was suckle at his shaft faster and faster. Pressure built quickly inside him, and before he even felt her stop twitching from the crest of her own release, he was plunged into his.

Screech felt the shaft in her mouth pulse, and snapped her eyes open to see Ian buck against her mouth. She curled her lips around his shaft as he started to pump his second load for the morning right into her throat. Keeping her breathing focused, Screech managed to keep him in her mouth for the duration of his release, drinking him down to the last drop. She only pulled back at last when she was sure he was finished. Lapping at his shaft, she gave a happy little screeching sound, almost a warbling of high-pitched noise.

"That was pretty amazing, Screech." Ian looked down his body at the mare, meeting her eyes with his own. He took a deep breath and licked her relaxed left wing, tracing one of the holes in her membrane. "I want to sign, but I need to check the details. I have seen a lot of these contracts that amounted to not much more than slavery…"

"Do you think I want a slave?" Screech smiled enough to show off her fangs. "Ian, in case you hadn't noticed, I care for you, quite a lot. You fit in here, and I want to get to know you more and more. I want to learn every little thing you like, and let you learn the same about me. I want that time, Ian."

"Yeah, me too." Taking a deep breath, Ian poked Screech in the side. "And I might actually go downstairs and talk about it if there wasn't a naughty bat laying half on top of me."

"When was I naughty?" Screech protested the claim as she struggled out of the mess of blankets and onto the floor. "I was a perfect lady the whole time!"

"Even when you couldn't stop yourself from sucking my dick?" Ian was now well and truly flaccid after two orgasms in quick succession.

"That was me being perfect. The "lady" part was when I snuggled you and kept you warm." Screech lifted up Ian's pants from the floor and flicked them over to him. "Catch!"

"Thanks!" Ian snatched the clothing out of midair and started pulling them on. "I really need to get somepony to make me some new things, I think Snaps would like it very much if she could tear them off each time…"

"Sounds like her. Why don't you put that into the contract, then? If we are going to be so much work to maintain, you deserve more than a little compensation." Screech opened the door as Ian pulled his shirt on. "Come on, leave the bed for Chatter to deal with."

Ian shrugged and followed Screech out and down the stairs. In the taproom, he saw that all the mares that were chasing him were present: Chatter was behind the bar, Click Clack was using some kind of machine to split firewood for the fire, while Snaps and Rake were play-fighting in the big open area.

"Ah, and here they are." Solid smirked at Ian. "I assume you woke up well, but how did you sleep?" She had her broken horn burning with magic, writing in the ledger book for the bar.

"Considering how tasty both of them are, I assume they slept and woke very well." Chatter was using her magic to clean some glasses. "And if I am a getting good at judging Ian—and I like to think I am—then he 'woke up well' twice." The smirk on the changeling's snout was wide, showing off her prominent fangs.

"He wants to talk about the contract." Screech swayed a little as she walked over to the bar. "Something with some sugar in it," she winked at Chatter, "because I have had my protein already."

"Here you go, batty." Chatter poured a long glass of apple juice. "But important stuff now; you want to talk about it?" She turned her question to Ian.

"Yeah. I assume you have all made up your side of things?" Ian looked around at the mares, getting a firm nod from every single one. "Right, because I want to put my own demands down as well." He sat down at the table Solid Built was at, opposite the big mare. As if ready for the moment, Solid slid a multi-page contract before him.

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Stallion Contract

This is a binding contract between the stallion known as Ian , and the mare(s) listed. Solid Built. Click Clack. Chatter. Rake. Snaps. Screech.

This contract will list the duties and responsibilities of each party to the other, as well as limiting its duration or not, as needed.

Please cross out all that do not apply:

The contract has no ending clause
The contract will be fulfilled when any/all of the following are achieved (cross out any)

The contract is fulfilled when all parties agree it is

The contract is fulfilled when any party agrees it is

The contract is fulfilled when all parties' needs are met

The contract is fulfilled in ___ days (please specify)

The needs of the mare(s) (attach extra paper as needed):

Solid Built

Solid requires her stallion to be ready, at any time, for comforting hugs, cuddles, and to be her little foal when she needs him to be. On top of these requirements, her stallion is required to submit to any and all coddling and spoiling behavior. She also requires at least one foal to be sired.

Click Clack

Click Clack requires her stallion to teach her the wonders of his form, to allow her to investigate his body, and permit her to play with any and all parts of him as she sees fit, so long as no lingering harm is caused. Additionally, she will not require any permission from her stallion for the use of any fluids she might harvest from him.

Chatter AKA Wobbles.

Chatter wants a happy and healthy food source in her stallion. Her stallion is required to report to her whenever he feels down or unhappy. She requires her stallion to play her games as both dominant and/or submissive as required. She also requires at least one nymph to be sired.

Note: For the sake of this document, "Pack" is defined as the mares Rake and Snaps only.

Rake

Rake demands her stallion be the pack leader and mate of her sister, to always remind her of how dominant he is, and share any lovemaking the pack might partake in with her and her sister both. She also requires at least one foal to be sired.

Snaps

Snaps wants an alpha to match her, to please her, to challenge her. She wants her stallion to be ready and willing to stand up against external threats beside her, and to always have both pack and herd in mind. She also requires at least one litter of pups to be sired.

Screech

Screech requires her stallion to be himself, to always come to her when things are going wrong, and to always allow her the chance to make everything better. She wants her stallion to act as a stallion should and take her as he wishes. She wants him to enjoy every part of her body, so she might enjoy his. She requires her stallion to be dominant to her. She also requires at least one foal to be sired.

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Ian read down the first page, then flipped over to the second and read the requirements of each of the mares listed. "Okay, and I can write what I want, in here?" There was some room under where Screech had entered her own desires. He briefly looked over at the mare, startled that he had formed such a tight bond with her so quickly.

"Normally, a stallion doesn't put anything on this, don't know why they don't." Solid smiled and passed Ian the quill she had been using. "Write it there, dear, and be careful you don't smudge it." The tone she used was that of a mare for a foal, and she loved the blush it caused Ian to get.

The needs of the stallion: Ian

Ian needs a warm and caring place to live, food, and the company of friends. His movement will not be restricted in any way except during the fulfilling of any of the listed mares' needs. He will further require clothing and a lot of hugs. He wants to always feel loved and cared for, he wants to be able to be useful in capacities outside of the strict requirements of this contract.

He hesitated a little and then added an extra bit on the end.

He wants to be loved.

"You will be, trust me on that." Solid reached a hoof over and rested it beside Ian's arm so she was touching him. "And now we have to decide how long this will last. If you wanted to, we could have it as an initial contract, and then negotiate on a more long-term one later."

Ian stared at the options. "Yeah, I like the idea of that, but I also want this binding for us. I want some stability right now, and I think you do as well." He looked into Solid's eyes, and watched her head bob up and down.

~~The contract has no ending clause~~
The contract will be fulfilled when ~~any~~/all of the following are achieved (cross out any)

The contract is fulfilled when all parties agree it is
~~The contract is fulfilled when any party agrees it is~~

The contract is fulfilled when all parties' needs are met

The contract is fulfilled in 500 days (please specify)

"Are you sure? That will mean you are bound to us for a year and a bit." Solid looked deep into Ian's eyes and saw the determination there. "I love you already, Ian." She smiled a big, goofy grin. "You don't need to sign to get that. Forget it if you want, you can just live—" She stopped talking as Ian's quill scratched his name along the bottom of the contract, just under her own. "Welcome home."

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