Author's Note

Written by Axolu (Sepia), the Society's authority on all things latex and cuttlefish, as well as one of CTS' lore developers. I will one day coax her to write a CTS story so be sure to go visit her page and give her a follow to make sure you don't miss it!

Contains: Masturbation, Bondage

Writing with Scarlet, by Axolu (Masturbation, Bondage)

Harmony trailed her hooves along her keyboard, her ears flicking to the click-clack-click of her keys as she stared at the screen, the window—her story.

Her cheeks tinted red, the always needy mare breathed out with a shudder that led her hooves to type line after line, wonderful idea after terribly wonderful idea. Her hind legs shifted over her seat, spreading her arousal across its warm, soft padding. Harmony gazed at her words again, then blushed warmer, slipping one of her hooves along the fur of her thighs. A little stroke down, a little stroke up. Another stroke down, harder. She could type with one hoof… Just, slower.

If only Mistress were here to watch her. The mare shook her head, huffing. She just had to focus.

Somepony behind her softly gasped, like the gasp of a filly that just found her favorite doll. “There you are, my little plaything,” Mistress said, her hoofsteps faint on the carpet. Harmony jumped in her seat, forcing her hoof to press against her wet folds—this forced a moan to press against her lips. Harmony tightened her legs around the edge of her seat, trying to keep Mistress from noticing her arousal dripping down onto the floor. She needed to write. She needed Mistress. She needed both.

“Y-yes, Mistress. Your slave is,” she paused to let out another breath, ”writing the next chapter, Mistress.”

But Mistress, ever knowing, slid a hoof down her toy’s side, down, down to her slick foalhole. Harmony clenched her thighs together and bit her lip, folding her ears back. “Hmmm, this looks like more than writing the next chapter,” she said—her plaything knew Mistress was smirking wide without even needing to look back.

“I… yes, Mistress. Your slave was en… enjoying its own writing.” Harmony turned her head towards Mistress. Mistress pressed a hoof firmly to her little slave’s cheek, keeping her from looking back any further.

“Oh, no, keep writing. I have just the thing for you…” Mistress rubbed her cheek. Harmony didn’t dare look back, her eyes locked on her screen even as she heard Mistress’ hoofsteps leading from the room. She sped through her next paragraph, then halfway through another. Mistress never told her to stop making her creative juices flow. The little slave bit her lip, a little harder as she wrote the next line. She closed her eyes tight and opened her mouth to let out a longing moan, then closed her mouth down on—she snapped open her eyes, resting her mouth on a firm rubber tube, large enough to fit one of Mistress’ favored toys.

Mistress’ favorite toy leaned forwards, slipping her tongue through the tube and sliding on until her muzzle fit snugly into the pad at the end. She swiveled her ears towards Mistress, who firmly tugged the straps of the gag around Harmony’s head.

“Test your bell.”

One ring, clear as a clocktower’s bell, filled the room.

Mistress spread her slave’s hooves apart, gently tying a thick band from each of her cuffs to rings bolted to the table. “ ’ahstress?” Harmony whimpered through her gag. Her hooves tugged against the rings, testing them, not struggling. Then Mistress slid her hoof down again, where another hoof was before, and stroked her slave, deliberately slow, barely brushing her soaked lips. Harmony shuddered.

“I love seeing you write, so tonight I want to savor it.” Mistress poked something against her little plaything’s tongue—a closed pen. “That means you’re typing with this.” Mistress teased her plaything’s desperate little clit and twisted hard, just like she knew she loved, forcing out a scream—like a siren’s call, to her. The needy slave, drooling in her pleasure, quickly pressed her tongue up, trapping the pen between it and the tube’s ceiling. “And if you drop it, or stop writing…” Her cruel Mistress pulled her hoof away. Harmony clenched down on nothing and whined through her gag.

Mistress pressed her hoof back. “Write well, my little plaything.”