Chapters Author's Note
]A list of the kinks below: Spanking, Scat, Watersports, Rimming, Non-Consensual.
An an alternative story where Lightning Dust finds herself at the mercy of Spitfire after she learns about the danger she put Rainbow Dash's friends in. Afterwards, after she's been dealt with and thrown out of the Wonderbolts, Rainbow Dash catches her with revenge on her mind.
Greased Lightning
"You are an absolute disgrace to the Wonderbolts, Lightning Dust!"
Still in her cadet uniform, Lightning Dust had her head lowered as Spitfire fired of constant volley of insults.
"I can't believe what you did out there... you could've KILLED somepony," Spitfire cried out in rage. "You'd be hanging by your neck by the end of the week if that happened, and that's after a public whipping," she went on to add as her eyes glowered down at Lightning Dust. The yellow pegasus took a deep breath, calmly closed her eyes and sat back in her chair. "I'm sorry, Lightning Dust, but knowing what you did, I have no choice," she opened her eyes and calmly looked down at the meekly mare before her, "I'll have to discipline you," she took a pause, "and afterwards, you are to turn in your uniform." She opened her drawer and pulled out a wicked looking paddle," And you will never show your face around here again," she moved from her chair and came around to the front of her desk, "and be extremely thankful I'm not having you thrown in a prison cell for your lack of regard for other ponies' lives."
Lightning Dust winced, what little crumbs of her pride that were left were stomped into dust beneath the weight of Spitfire's words. "Y-yes ma'am... I.. graciously accept whatever punishment I am due."
Spitfire nodded. "Front end down, hind legs apart and back arched with your wings relaxed, Cadet Lightning Dust," the mare ordered with resolution in her voice as she grasped the paddle's custom crafted handle designed to rest in her foreleg firmly.
Lightning Dust blushed and obeyed as her CO ordered as she positioned herself so that her front end was low to the ground. This left her back end raised, legs slightly spread apart so that the thin breathable latex-like material of her uniform stretched tautly over the contours of her small round rump.
"Thirty swats with the paddle," Spitfire announced. She didn't wait to start either as she brought the flat wooden instrument down with much vigor. The clap was loud enough to be heard outside by Spitfire's secretary who was turning a most adorable red in the face in embarrassment.
Lightning Dust felt a rush of stinging agony spread instantaneously across her rear. Her eyes watered, her hind legs buckled as fear built up in the pegasus' throat. The pain had not even seceded by the time the rest the next and every subsequent lick followed. Each time the paddle met her derriere, she found her body lurched forward as another flash of pain crashed over her entire backside. Her pride and dignity soon were racing down her face in the form of a steady stream of tears by the time of the tenth blow. By the twentieth, she was begging for mercy to Spitfire's deaf ears. It was if someone had forced her to sit on hot coals.
When the twenty-eighth swat came, Lightning Dust lost control of something else. She felt something soft and smelly filling up the space between her rump cheeks. Lightning Dust had lost control of her bowels and now was filling her elastic Wonderbolt uniform with warm soft pony dung. It was visibly causing her suit to stretch out and contour to the large clots as her anus uncontrollably squeezed out one after another, much to Lightning Dust's complete embarrassment.
Spitfire grinned and ceased the paddling, the sight of the cadet's suit as it was strained by the clumps of pony poo was feeding her more dominant nature. At that point, Spitfire was finding it very hard to remain professional. "Well Cadet Lightning Dust... I think this more than concludes your punishment," Spitfire moved a hoof down and rubbed it over the contents now filling the rear of Lightning Dust's uniform. She squished it down and smeared it about, much to Lightning Dust's humiliation. "You... you may go now... and uh... keep the suit, I think we'll manage without one."
Her punishment and humiliation completely, Lightning Dust raised from the floor and looked at a rather remorseless Spitfire who seemed to offer no comfort for her situation. She sniffed back her tears, lowered her head and moved out of the office.
Spitfire's eyes drew up and admired the messy bulge in the back of Lightning Dust's uniform as she left. As the door closed, she moved the hoof she had earlier rubbed against Lightning Dust's dirty rear and gave it a sniff. The earthly aroma was still quite fresh and made Spitfire's marehood tingle delightfully, "Damn... I have really fucked up taste."
A Little Later On...
Lightning Dust felt a sudden pain in her back as something hard made contact with her body in mid-flight, it had come from above. The force was more than enough to send her hurdling downwards, spiraling uncontrollably. It was only thanks to the canopy of tree branches that she didn't crash to the ground. Her mind was still comprehending her surroundings when the blurred figure of a pegasus landed beside her.
"Haha, got'cha," Rainbow Dash flashed a victorious smile. It was then she noticed the disproportional lumps that were stretching out the seat of Lightning Dust's uniform. "Oh, my, gosh... you actually shit yourself! Guess Spitfire wasn't talking horse apples after all." The cyan pegasus had little efforts in planting herself atop Lightning Dust, resting so that her own rump practically centimeters away from Lightning Dust's face, "A bit ironic for a pony who talked a lot of shit." Rainbow turned around and stared down at Lightning Dust, "Lets see if you eat shit just as well as you talk it, but you're going to apologize first. Licking my rump hole clean is a good start."
Her pride and dignity broken, Lightning Dust resigned to her defeat. With much hesitation, her tongue danced across that puffy black rump hole of hers. It scoured every bit of flesh along the outside and then pressed the tip of her tongue into the pinkish insides where it twirled about. The bitter taste of dung made her gag as tongue found a big glob of it just past Rainbow Dash's anus. She felt it press back as Rainbow squeezed down. She managed only to pull her tongue away, but could not pull her muzzle away in time before Rainbow pushed her backside down, locking it in place. She tried to pull away, but alas it was too late and soon she found her muzzle being filled with thick moist clots of pony dung. Her eyes swelled with tears, the taste was absolutely horrible! She eventually gave up, just choking, gagging and crying as Rainbow Dash used her for a toilet. Once the last few pebbles of pony poo were squeezed out, Lightning Dust spat out the dung that was clogging her mouth. "You're bucking sick in the head, Dash. Just wait until I tell somepony about this!"
"That's not happening," Dash informed her as she relaxed and let out a whole afternoon's worth of heavy apple cider.
"No, Dash," but it was too late. She clenched her eyes and muzzle shut then turned her head. It helped a little, but nothing could save her from the thick hot golden stream that was dousing the side of her face. The pegasus piss ran down her neck and mixed with her fur, the ground and the lumps of dung. She simply whimpered as the last few squirts of pee splattered her soaked face and raced down her fur in the form of several droplets.
A unicorn suddenly approached them both and Lightning Dust regarded her almost as a savior. That was until she saw who it was. It was Twilight Sparkle and she did not seem too concerned for the mess she was covered in.
"Suppose you're finished with her, Rainbow," Twilight asked as she regarded Lightning Dust with a scowl.
Rainbow grinned and stepped away as Twilight stepped closer toward Lightning Dust.
"You nearly killed my friends, you nearly killed me. I'm pretty forgiving, but even I have my limits. I'm not cruel though," Twilight's horn flashed and Lightning Dust was cleaned up entirely. "This wasn't for you as much as it was revenge for me, and I am quite happy with the results. Though there one thing left to clean up." Her horn became illuminated with magic.
There was a light that entirely engulfed her vision before she backed out. When she awoke sometime later, she found herself in a daze of confusion. "What... what happened," Lighting Dust asked Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle who were looking down at her with concern.
"You crashed, odd gale knocked you for a loop and you must've got knocked unconscious on the way down," Rainbow explained.
Twilight nodded in agreement. "You seem okay now though... Sorry about you getting tossed out of the Wonderbolt though."
Lightning Dust sighed, "Dash was right... I was only thinking about being the best even if it meant endangering others around me. No hard feelings, right?"
Twilight and Rainbow grinned innocently at one another then both turned to lightning dust.
"Yeah, we're cool," Rainbow smiled and gave Lightning Dust a brohoof.
Twilight then gave Lightning Dust a hug, "I talked to Spitfire.... She said you could try out again in a few months."
Lightning Dust smiled and wiped away a tear in her eye, "Thanks, you two are really cool. Well... I need to be going. Gotta' figure out what to tell mom and dad," and with that said, Lightning Dust gave one last wave before testing her wings then taking off.
"You made sure Spitfire knows she won't remember anything except being thrown out, right," asked Twilight with a hint of concern.
Rainbow Dash nodded, "Oh yeah.. Definitely made that clear."
They both nodded, laughed then flew off together back to Ponyville.
Author's Note
Starring Princess Celestia, Keeper and Gilded Shield. The story contains the following themes: Scat, Spanking, Humiliation, Public Use, Watersports, Anal.
Double Duty
It was another long day in Canterlot, the sun was hanging high in the midday sky and there wasn't even a single speck of a cloud to be seen. The birds were chirping, the bees were abuzz and a certain Royal Guard was sweating bullets down below in the Royal Garden.
"Where's that damn relief, he's late... and I really need to go," Keeper murmured to himself as his eyes scoured down a particular white cobblestone path. No sign of the Royal Guard who was suppose to take over his patrol. His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he flexed his hindquarters, tightening his puffy black fleshy pucker that was on the verge of disgorging the remnants of last night's dinner and today's breakfast. Just from how it felt, Keeper could tell this one was going to take a little effort. Though that wasn't the problem, but the real issue was the fact the nearest proper facility for handling such things was at least a five minute trot. He wasn't sure he'd even make that if he was going slow.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
The seconds ticked by like minutes, Keeper found himself unable to even continue his patrol route and now remained still in front of the small guard house. He let out a whimper as he felt his anus pucker ever so slightly, the small sound of air escaping through the tight crease with an almost inaudible poof made him blush hotly. His white fur did nothing to conceal the humiliating redness that tinted his cheeks. His eyes widened as now something nudged and then pushed against his tail hole. He clenched his rump tight, face twisting up in much discomfort as he forced the thick log of pony dung back into the recesses of his rump. He certainly wasn't going to be able to keep doing that, as it was only compacting the contents of his rump into what would eventually be one enormous log of pony poo that'd leave his tail hole hurting when he did get to handle his business.
It must've been thirty minutes and still no pony had shown up to relieve Keeper of his post. Keeper went absolutely scarlet in the face as he abandoned his post and try to make a move toward the nearest lavatory, but that's when everything went south. His pucker surrendered, now stretching amply over the thick moist and warm log of dung as it was squeezed out. He was no longer in control and could do nothing as he instinctively squatted, tail arching up. The stallion whined, feeling is tail hole being pushed out to lengths that he had never before experienced. It felt as though he was squeezing out a foal's hoof and leg. The log itself seemed intent on punishing Keeper, not only violating his anus, but only taking it's time in doing so.
Keeper gasped in deep relief as finally the thick chunk reached it's tip and fell to the cobblestone with a soft mushy thud. Keeper then groaned as several baseball size chunks of poo followed afterwards, each one leaving his tail hole gaped. Unfortunately for Keeper, two ponies had been quietly observing the scene. One of those ponies was right behind Keeper, his face locked in a gawking expression as he watched Keeper relieve himself right there in front of him!
"That was... really bucking hot," Gilded Shield spoke just as Keeper finished pushing out a few little nuggets to join the pile now obstructing the pathway. Gilded Shield's black and pick splotched cock was standing to attention and he was doing nothing to hide his arousal. "Stay just like that, I want to buck your dirty hole," Gilded exclaimed as he went to mount Keeper who now blushing even more furiously than before.
Keeper groaned as Gilded Shield made his presence known. Could he be anymore humiliated? Much to Keeper's chagrin, Gilded Shield delivered an answer as if Fate had heard his thoughts. "No, not now, Gilded," exclaimed Keeper as the yellow fun unicorn's weight suddenly fell on his back. He yelped in pain as Gilded Shield's teeth bit into the nape of his neck, taking a mouthful of his silvery mane with it. "By the Sun and Moon, this isn't a good time for rutting, Gilded," pleaded Keeper.
Those pleas fell upon deaf ears, Gilded Shield's thick tip jabbed beneath the base of Keeper's tail till finally he found that filthy hole. His friend whined in defeat as Gilded gave a mighty buck and filled his friend's loosened rear with a good nine inches of pony meat.
Keeper yelped, his ears laid back as he felt his horny friend's cock jam into his backside. His anus and insides offered little resistance, quickly yielding as Gilded Shield practically speared him with his cock! His fore hooves planted firmly against the cobblestone, grunting at Gilded Shield buried himself to hilt. He heard Gilded Shield grunt as his nuts lustily smacked against his small brawny derriere. "Just... just finish, before somepony sees us."
Gilded Shield didn't need Keeper's words of encouragement. He immediately started to ravage his friend's still relaxed backside which still managed to embrace his length with a modest amount of strength. The sinewy muscles of his hind legs and hindquarter could be shifting beneath his flesh as he'd pound his spire of pony meat with a steady consecutive momentum. His friend's rump felt so great as it milked around his cock, practically sweet talking to his loins to empty their abundant white, warm and sticky nectar.
All the while this was happening, a large silhouette was perched atop one of the higher towers above. It was keeping low, to obscure it's much larger form. Though there was no hiding that enormous horn enveloped in a golden aura of magic. There was nothing around to reveal what precisely the magic was focused on. Whatever the case, those lovely light lavender eyes seemed to have care for the two stallions rutting down below.
Gilded was the first to come, sinking his teeth into Keeper's neck through his mane as he gave one final heave! His cock twitched with each thick heavy gooey rope of seed that squirted out as he painted his friend's insides white. He was sweating immensely, now settled on just relaxing on top of Keeper as he made sure that every drop of seed would coat the inside of Keeper's rump.
At the same time, humiliatingly so, Keeper gave a pleased whine as his own black rod beneath his belly gave a few spasms before erupting in copiously thick ropes of spunk. They sprayed out and glazed the pile of still warm pile of pony dung. He had entirely forgotten about that mess until the sight of it brought reality crashing down. He felt his vigor leaving him as his cock went flaccid, his balls spent as the last bit of seed came out as droplets. "C'mon, get out," Keeper wearily moved back, grunting as he felt the nearly dead weight of his friend offer little cooperation.
Gilded whimpered, but did little to stop Keeper as he pushed him backwards then forced his dismount by kneeling down so that his weight made him slip off. He felt the flared head of his cock slip out with a wet little pop. As tired as his friend was, Gilded Shield felt as though his legs wouldn't support him for long as he tried to catch his breath. "Two bucking weeks without hoofing off or getting laid, I really needed that," Gilded Shield said between lightly gasping breathes. He then slowly trotted forward, eyeing his friend's somewhat gaped tail hole that was trickling with his cum which ran down the back of his fat nut sac.
Keeper groaned, looking back at his friend neared him once again. There was still a hunger in his eyes, but he quickly deduced what precisely he was so fixated on. "And the sight of me embarrassingly relieving myself was what set you off," Keeper asked with a bit of sarcasm. "Glad you're going to clean up the mess you made back up there," Keeper murmured with a grin as swayed his rump side to side.
Gilded Shield found himself with renewed vigor. He wasted no time, shoving his fat wet tongue into that loosened hole. His palate found itself savoring a strong saltiness with a sliver of pony dung as his tongue explored his friend's insides. His tongue swirled, swished and scoured every inch of what it could reach. His rewards were bitter sweet, but he loved it nevertheless! He was particularly vocal about his pleasure as efforts were rewarded with a small clod of shit that wasn't pushed out with the rest of his friend's pony pie. His tongue coaxed it, groaning in success as he lapped it out with his tongue. He took it into his muzzle, running his tongue of the nugget of shit while pungent flavor and aroma overtook his senses of taste and smell.
Keeper suddenly found his dominance, even if it was a bit late, as he turned and grinned at Gilded Shield as he savored the dirty little apple. "Eat it, you filthy buck."
Gilded Shield blushed hotly. Once satisfied, he chewed it up and swallowed the mess like a good little colt, "That was good, but I could... certainly go for something to wash it down," Gilded hinted to Keeper with an unnecessary wink.
Keeper laughs, "Well, just so happens I have just the thing, get down and wrap your lips around my cock."
Gilded Shield, furiously red now, crouched to the ground and moved to Keeper's side where he'd have the best access. He saw his friend's flaccid cock sliding out once again, to which he took the tip between his lips as if it were a straw.
Keeper just relaxed now, sighing contently as his bladder did the rest of the work. Soon enough, Keeper felt the liquid warmth of pee rushing through his soft member, which emptied into Gilded Shield's muzzle.
Gilded Shield was a little surprised as the hot piss hit the back of his throat. Like a good dirty stud, Gilded swallowed practically mouthfuls of his friend's extremely potent yellow piss. Even when it was becoming too much, leaking out the creases of his lips, he continued to gulp down what he could. It was only when he started to choke a little that he gave up. He pulled his head away, supporting Keeper's cock with a hoof so that the rest of it doused his face. He closed his eyes, moaning as the hot liquid warmth ran down his face till at last it was just a few little spurts. By the end of it, he was absolutely drenched.
As both of them were in a reverie, it was then the pony whom had been spying on them revealed herself. A tall and beautifully sculpted alicorn of white, with a multi-colored mane and lavender eyes that seemed to regard both Gilded Shield and Keeper with more than just a mild interest and curiosity. "Hello, my little ponies," her motherly voice addressed them. By the looks of it, they were both in absolute shock. There was no misidentifying this pony, it was none other than Princess Celestia!
"I must say, publicly rutting is high on the list of rules of things you shouldn't do," the princess said as she circled around their still and frightened forms. "Also, while I appreciate the efforts... fertilizer doesn't do any good if you don't put it in the right place," she addressed a hoof toward the pile of cum glazed dung. "As a Princess of Equestria, I see to many things as is required by my station. So happens... corporal punishment is one of them," the white alicorn seemed more than happy as she informed this of this tidbit. Using her magic, she manifested a two long black crops, the ends which were used for striking decorated with her Cutie Mark. "All right, gentlecolts, please be so kind as to present yourselves for your punishment."
Both stallions eyed each other, then sulked as they hung their heads low. They offered nothing in their defense as they slowly turned away from the Princess. They lowered their front end low to the ground, their hind legs spreading as they offered their rumps to the Princess as they were commanded. There seemed to be an exchange of murmurs, perhaps as to whose fault this was, though both knew it didn't matter at this point.
As she had done a thousand or same times before, Celestia exercised precision and potency as she enchanted both crops with an animation spell. The weaving of such a spell was quick and soon the crops took a life of their own as they zipped over to the stallions' upturned derrieres. Celestia smiled with satisfaction, this allowed her to free up her horn for another matter as the instruments would not need her constant feeding of magic. An aura of gold once again flared up over her horn as she began to weave a silent manifestation spell. The air behind her ignited with a few gold sparks before the object she was conjuring took corporeal form. It was long and thick disembodied cock. She licked her lips and pushed it's flared tip into her heavily damp and winking marehood as the crops started their predesignated command.
Crack, crack, crack, crack! The sounds of the crops in their fast tempo and the melodious whimpers, whines and yelps of the two stallions was beautiful music to the alicorn's ears. Her eyes feasted on the sight of those rumps as they jiggled with each lick delivered, the pink bruising getting darker and darker along with the prickly stinging heat as the crops made sure not an inch of their bottoms went unpunished. Faster and faster, she felt herself nearing an orgasm. She paid no mind to noisy slurping sounds that now joined the air with the cries of the two stallions and the crops still raining down their punishment on their hindquarters.
"Aah... haa," Celestia's entire body trembled as an immense wave of pleasure crashed over her loins then flooded into the rest of her body. Her tail moved, her back arching as there was a sudden eruption of thick yellowish liquid that poured out and further dirtied the cobblestone beneath her. Five minutes, the duration of the animation spell ran it's course and the crops themselves dissolved into a golden glitter as they fell. She eyed her Royal Guards' hindquarters... both were reddened and extremely sore, much to her satisfaction. Her magic ceased, the toy in her loins vanishing as quickly as she had constructed it. Her marehood was still dribbling and winking heavily.
The two stallions were sobbing heavily as they turned around to face their Princess, but she seemed to be offering them no comfort by her expression. Though they both noted how strangely exhausted she looked, but failed to see the mess she had made after pleasuring herself to their punishment. They waited to see if there would be further punishment.
Celestia, a bit weak, moved a hoof to the still quite fresh pony pie, "I want you to each take a mouthful, no swallowing till I say so."
Gilded and Keeper both regarded each other in shock. Surely it was a joke, their princess wouldn't make them do such a thing, even if it a turn on for Gilded Shield. Then again, she had just witnessed their dirty deed. Plus, neither seemed interesting in challenging the status quo today. Obediently, they both moved over and leaned their head down. Each of them took one of the thicker sour apples into their muzzles and held it there as commanded as they moved back to in front of Celestia.
"What I'm about to do is a secret between us. Anypony finds out, I'll have you both drawn and quartered," Celestia warned them with a stern scowl. "However, if you manage to keep your muzzles shut, maybe next time I'll let you both the royal muzzle as a toilet," she flashed a wicked grin much to the intense confusion. She moved to Gilded first, leaning down and squeezing her lips against his. Her tongue pushed into the clot of dung, meeting with his and dancing with it. She could see his eyes, filled with shock and awe, as she pulled the shit from his mouth and into her own all the while her tongue courted with his. She only pulled away, leaving only a few crumbs and an extremely confused, but equally aroused stallion.
Keeper was busy trying to keep from gagging. This was perhaps a turn-on for his friend, but not so much for himself. Though he completely forgot about that as he watched the Princess Celestia literally eat his shit from Gilded Shield's muzzle. His stomach churned, but his cock was hard once again. The mixed feelings were only amplified as now Celestia overshadowed him. She licked her lips, half-lidded eyes staring into hers as she met his lips with her own. Like Gilded, Keeper found his tongue doing a tango with Celestia's tongue. Her tongue sometimes pulling away as she pulled some of the dung into her own muzzle eagerly. By the time it was over, he was fully erected again, but without all the vigor since he had just spent himself earlier.
Celestia seemed to savor the taste before swallowing every manageable nugget, eyeing their shocked faces with some amusement. "You've both did very well in handling your punishment," she congratulated them as she invoked her magic once more, erasing all evidence of what had taken place. "You both have my permission to retire for the rest of the day, I'll send another Royal Guard to take this spot." With wings open, she stepped away and was about to take off before her head turned and regarded them both with a single eye, "And remember, you tell anypony and you'll be wishing for death by the time I'm done with you," she laughed warmly and winked before taking off into the sky.
Tired, confused, aroused, exhausted, and anything but hungry, both Gilded Shield and Keeper returned to the barracks. No doubt they'd be replaying this in their heads for days. They talked about if Celestia would actually keep her promise before both drifting off to sleep while cuddled up to each other.
Author's Note
Starring Octavia and Vinyl Scratch! Includes scat, rimming, spanking, cunninglus and watersports.
The Brown Note
"An absolutely fabulous show you put on tonight, dear!"
Both Vinyl Scratch and Octavia had just returned to their home in Ponyville after a five hour set at a nightclub in Canterlot. There was a bit of recklessness in their movements, the side effects of intoxication.
"I.. I think we had too much to drink... and I know you took more than just one of those... mints. Party Time, no doubt," she said as she eyed her beloved record scratching musician. The colors of the room felt vibrant, but fuzzy.... the world around her swirled as she tried to walk further into their house. She was managing pretty well, till she found herself tipping over. She suddenly found herself braced against the couch in the middle of their living room.
"Just three," Vinyl slid off her glasses and revealed her bloodshot magenta eyes. She handled her alcohol just a little bit better, but her brain was going through an exhilarating rush of ecstasy! Everything felt just awesome. The air, the floor beneath her hooves... the still lingering sourness of having thrown up just before they came inside, it all felt great under the high of Pinkie Pie's concoction.
"I... I need to shit, are... are you feeling... in the mood," Vinyl Scratch asked as she trotted up to Octavia. Her balance was fairing far better than Octavia's, but she still felt like her legs could easily give out within a moment's notice.
"You never could be a bit more subtle about what you want," Octavia muttered as she gave Vinyl a scrutinizing glare. While she was a cultured mare in high society, Octavia had a filthy secret to which only Vinyl was privy to knowing about. Pushing herself up off the couch, she tackled Octavia and both ponies went tumbling to the ground.
Immediately their lips met and locked together, their tongues pushing into each other passionately as their forehooves wandered up and down each other's body. Both were clearly lost in their love for one another and a desire to express that love!
"Before you soil my face with your excrement, I'm going to punish you for those awful drugs," Octavia gave Vinyl a sly wink as she rolled off the mare. She moved over and grabbed a bow that had long ceased being utilized for it's original purpose. Though usually she'd just throw it away, she had purposely tailored this one for a new use.
"Get your derriere across the arm of the couch, dear," Octavia commanded. She delivered a sharp unexpected lick across the center of Vinyl's backside as she struggled to get up!
"I'm going, I'm going," Vinyl Scratch said after yelping loudly as Octavia's bow found her delicate slender shaped rear! It was enough to leave a faint red stripe beneath her white fur. Whenever Octavia got like this, she never did to hold back any of the strength behind any of her blows. Vinyl propped herself up on her hind legs then pulled herself up until she was comfortably resting draped over the couch's arm. Her rump now a clear target as she moved her tail to the side.
Octavia chortled, flexing the cello bow between her hooves as she eyed her lover's posterior before drunkenly making her way over. She looked amused as she rubbed the shaft of wood between those petite cheeks. She watched as the faintly cold smooth rod stroked over that naturally puckered black hole which she could see was making her lover shiver in delight!
"Mhm, now... don't, move," Octavia murmured, pretty much emphasis on those last two words, "My... my aim probably isn't it's best," she related as she drew the bow back. Her sight was still quite fuzzy and her hind legs wavered as she balanced herself on her back hooves so that she was resting in a reared up position. She drew the bow down, tapping it gently across the center of Vinyl's dainty little derriere.
"You'll... I'll... it'll be fine," Vinyl incoherently assured. She relaxed, closing her eyes as she felt Octavia's bow gently rap against her exposed rump. Once, twice and then a third time. She swallowed the anxiousness in her throat just as a mighty crack pierced through the silence! Vinyl howled out in much distress as a band of immense pain shot through her perky rear which wiggled furiously as she fidgeted about!
"I'll.. I'll teach you," Octavia smirked. The first lick was like the first wave of a conductor's wand as he began to lead an orchestra. The rest were as if she was playing her cello, she kept herself poised and made sure to never miss a note. In this case, it was making her bow never struck the same place. The sounds of the wooden bow meeting with Vinyl's upturned rear no different from when she used a bow to produce music from her cello, both were beautiful in their own right. The cries of her love, those sweet whimpers of pain quickly joined in. It was absolutely cacophonous, her marehood was quickly saturated with arousal.
Vinyl dug into her bottom lip as her eyes clinched shut. Octavia was merciless and spared no expense when she was punishing her. Her body lurched forward with every explosion of pain that dispersed through her back end as the cello bow met with her fleshy cheeks. She could feel the hot reddened welts as they throbbed. She was especially vocal about her agony whenever a blow struck made contact with one of the many raised red stripes painting her white furred rump.
Twenty, thirty, forty, forty-five, fifty! Octavia might've been drunk, but her muddled mind still found enough clarity to keep count as she delivered the final stroke. Breathing heavily, her mind drunk now with the adrenaline coursing through her, she stepped back to admire her masterpiece. She smiled with much satisfaction.
"Mhmm, you look beautiful, dear," Octavia rubbed a hoof over her lover's sore welt covered butt.
"Ah... ow... no rubbing, you sadistic masochist," Vinyl slid off the arm of the couch, almost falling to the floor as she trotted to the full body mirror. She turned herself around to see the damage.
"Damn, that's... that's going to linger for a while," Vinyl murmured as she looked over the damages. She blushed as she saw her moist marehood give a few winks at her.
Octavia giggled, moving over to her lover's side and comforting her with a hug!
"You did very well, my dear... I think the alcohol actually helps your pain threshold. Then again, maybe it's the drugs," Octavia quipped. She moved behind Vinyl, her muzzle pushed past her tail as her graciously plunged into her lover's wet winking marehood! She was swift, her tongue quickly finding that fat round protrusion that was her lover's clitoris and besieging it with a passionate storm of licks, swirls and flicks of her tongue!
"No, gah, stop it," Vinyl quivered and gasped as Octavia nonchalantly began to ravage her. Instinctively, Octavia's hind legs stretched apart and her tail lifted high as to offer herself to the cellist's devious intentions! By know, Octavia knew all the tricks to make her orgasm quickly and she was utilizing every one of them. She heaved and moaned loudly as a wave of euphoria erupted in her loins and made her entire body tremble. There was a gush of golden nectar that showered the floor as her marehood quivered ecstatically.
"Not.... fair," Vinyl found herself desperately trying to catch her breath as she looked down at the mess Octavia had caused her to produce.
"You should know by now... that I am anything but fair, my love," Octavia was quick to remind her.
"Ugh... now I'm both exhausted and my ass hurts," Vinyl grumbled. Party Time had long worn off and she was quite sober. Though these was still one thing she needed to do. With that thought in mind, she turned and shot Octavia a grin.
"Oh my, guess you didn't forget, huh," Octavia feigned a sigh of disappointment. "Very well, but we're going to do in the bathroom this time," Octavia said sternly. "I had to throw away our second best set of bed sheets last time cause the stains nor the smell would come out," she went on to explain as she trotted off toward the bathroom.
"Hey, it was free taco night, I didn't think it'd go through me so quickly," Vinyl replied apologetically. She then laughed, "I do recall you spending literally hours of brushing your teeth and using the whole bottle of mouth wash though."
Octavia gave her a rather expressionless stare as they entered the bathroom, "But of course... I'd prefer not having the taste of mare diarrhea and my breath smelling of it." She carefully climbed into the white porcelain tub, then pushed the shower curtain out of the way completely.
Vinyl quickly followed, licking her lips as she turned to face away from Octavia and presented her ass for what was the second time tonight. It was a rosy red with even redder welts running across the entirety of it.
Octavia relaxed herself, taking a few deep breaths before she leaned in and nuzzled into Vinyl's tail hole affectionately. She gave it a sniff, inhaling the light aroma of sweat and pony shit that she so often associated with this particular orifice. Her lover's anus did not disappointment. "You should wipe better," she murmured before digging her tongue into Vinyl's dirty derriere. It was an acquired taste to be sure, one which she had indeed acquired and so relished the taste of earthly musky pony shit as her tongue explored her lover's anus. Her efforts were rewarded with a short and dense expulsion of gas as Vinyl decided to cut a dry fart. The usually flat tone sputtered as it was squeezed out against her tongue.
Octavia only doubled her efforts, finding her lover's pucker just a little looser after squeezing out that bit of wind. Her tongue didn't have long to explore before she felt something warm and only slightly mushy. The taste of it left her buds feeling bitter and her stomach slightly churned.
Vinyl grinned, suddenly pushing back and causing Octavia to lose balance and fall so that she was on her back. She managed to keep up, now pinning her beloved cellist beneath her with her rump planted against her face. "Mhmm... for the record, I've been holding this one in for two days," Vinyl warned her, but knew there was little Octavia could do to avoid what was about to come.
Octavia moaned softly as she felt the thick clump of pony excrement as it pushed out toward her awaiting muzzle. Like a good toilet she was, Octavia pressed her gaping muzzle against her lover's backside just as one of the many thick moist clumps of dung slowly squeezed out. She nearly gagged on the smell, her eyes tearing her lover's anus expelled the big fat shit nugget right into her muzzle. She wasted no time as she chewed into it, making short work of it's solid, but soft exterior and even softer core. Though it was still not quick enough as she found herself overwhelmed quickly as several thick clots of moist warm pony stool.
She simply relaxed and kept her muzzle wide as her lover emptied the contents of her bowels. By the end of it, she found her savoring a fat chunk that had landed in her muzzle while the rest had rolled down along the sides of her face and landed in her hair. She definitely was going to need to clean her hair more than once afterwards. The finale came as Vinyl pinned her nose against her now black and shit stained brown anus. Octavia felt another blast of hot rancid air being forced up her nose, the aroma so horrendous that her mind briefly fluttered on the borderline of unconsciousness. Though it ended quickly enough, allowing Octavia to draw her first real breath of somewhat fresh air.
"Oh hold on... one more thing," Vinyl squatted back down, making sure her marehood was directly above Octavia's face.
"Vinyl, no," Octavia quickly protested, but it was too late! A stream of hot yellowish piss began filling her partially muzzle as she was in the middle of objecting. Octavia gagged and coughed, more so because she was surprised then disgusted. She recovered quickly enough, leaning up now and lapping almost hungrily at the torrent of piss. She smiled with satisfaction, eyes closed as she pushed her face underneath the stream and allowed it to shower her. By the end of it, she was absolutely drenched in her lover's pee.
"We're both going to need... very long showers," Vinyl spoke up as the last little dribbles of urine ran down her loins.
"No, I'm going to need five or six showers, two bottles of my shampoo and conditioner and a lot of air deodorizer," Octavia was quick to correct her. "I'm the one doused in your pee and poo, after all."
Vinyl giggled, blushing very red as an aura of magic flickered around her horn. There was a bright flash that subsided quickly enough, revealing a now extremely squeaky clean tub that had just before been soiled with her excrement.
"Ugh, I'd still be more satisfied if you wiped it down with sanitizing cleaner," Octavia used her hoofs to adjust the shower knobs according. She ushered Vinyl out just as a steamy downpour of clean water began washing over her.
"Don't use all the hot water," Vinyl asked, but only drew the response of Octavia letting out a *Hmmph* before Octavia suddenly d rew the curtain close. Vinyl grinned, "All that high society sass, even after all that... that's precisely why I married you," laughed and made her way to the bedroom to probably pass out.