Light Shines in the Night

After a solid hour spent cleaning Nightflyer’s dungeon playroom, Lightshine reemerged from the basement to the classical sounds of Frederick Horseshoepin coming from her Master’s antique gramophone. With thirty minutes to go until the game, the grey bat pony mare entered the kitchen. Her mane was a little matted – though she still had the dye all over it - she had the bucket full of dirty water in her mouth, and the pet bed she had found complete with empty bowls on her back.

With a satisfied sigh of a job well done, Lightshine dropped the bucket and its dirty water in the kitchen and she walked on through to the living room where Nightflyer was reclining on his couch. “That goes there.” She said without any preamble at all, dropping the pet bed beside the couch, the feed bowls inside the bed.

Nightflyer didn’t get up. Nor did he open his eyes. “No, it does not.”

Lightshine though, would not be refused. “My pet bed, I want it there. In fussing range.”

Now, Nightflyer did open one eye and confirmed the problem with the location she had chosen. “No.”

“Aw, c'mon, why not?”

Nightflyer shook his head as he sat up and turned off the gramophone. He would have to teach his pet to be quiet when it was playing, in future. Lessons would come though, in time. “It goes at that end of the couch,” he pointed his hoof to the location he preferred. “It will impede traffic through the room if you put it there.”

Realisation dawned on the smaller bat pony that he wasn’t just being difficult. “Oh...I hadn't thought of that. Here, I'll move it.” Pulling the pet bed, Lightshine instead chose to place it a bit more central to the room, by the brand new bulky black and white television set. As she moved, her dark blue tail was up high and there was a flash of red visible under her tail. “Better?”

“A much better location.” Nightflyer smiled. He liked the tone in his partner’s voice. It wasn’t a submissive tone. What it was, was sassy. “Not that I don't trust you, Twinkle,” he said when he caught the flash of red, “But I should inspect for both cleanliness and to ensure nothing, other than the bed and bowls have gone missing.”

“Meow!” Knowing she had been found out, Lightshine lowered her forelegs and she raised her ass up high. Revealed under dark blue tail was the base of a medium one and a half inch wide plug placed deep in her butt.

Nightflyer snickered, “Not a thief, are you, Twinkle?”

“No Master,” Lightshine, her ass still high in the air, answered truthfully. She knew it was pointless to lie to her partner, he could tell her falsehoods a mile away. “I was just testing it for fit, that's all. I um, I thought you'd like it…”

All the bat pony stallion could do was smile at his partner. He appreciated her honesty. To show it, he caressed her raised flanks with his hoof. “I do remember you like your tail hole filled. I wouldn't own it if I didn't like it. Now for the inspection. Follow.” Without another word, he turned and walked down to his basement.

“Yes, Master.” Suddenly realising that he wasn’t stood behind her, Lightshine raised herself up and followed at a respectful distance until she was stood beside him in the dungeon playroom.

Very quickly, upon inspecting the cleaning job, Nightflyer noted that while yes, it and everything in it was clean and shining, there were a few things out of place. "You should only clean one item at a time." He took a few moments to rearrange the canes in the right size order, as well as the bridles back in the colour order they should have been in. “Everything has a place. That was your only warning.” That said, he took down the one dark blue collar from the wall and approached her with it. “You may only remove this if you're in uniform. When you get out of uniform you will put it back on. I have no plans to remove it myself.”

“Oh, Master I apologise, see, I took down a few of the canes, then I couldn't remember which order they went back up in…” she trailed off to silence when Nightflyer quietly buckled the collar around her neck, tight but not too tight as to be uncomfortable. “Sorry.”

Looking at her, the dominant stallion noted the pleasured shudder his new pet made when the collar went on. “Twinkle. What would you do if I told you to clean that butt plug with your mouth?”

When Lightshine shuddered a second time, it wasn’t from pleasure. “Well, I am clean back there, but I'd still rather not lick it clean.”

Nightflyer caught the hint of distaste in her voice and he smile warmly. “After you sassed me upstairs over a pet bed, I was worried I could push you too far. Good pet.” As a reward, he ruffled her dye stained mane with his hoof. “Now, it is almost time for the game.” Gazing around the walls of his playroom, he selected a bright yellow bridle and rein set from the spikes. “Team colours, of course.” He explained, carefully placing the straps of the bridle on her head in such a way as to not pinch the skin.

Before he attached the reins, he placed a foreleg band high on his right leg and looped his end of the reins through a metal ring. He then attached them to the bridle fitted snugly around his pet’s head. “If things really go wrong, you can pull away with a hard jerk and the ring will separate to free you from me. Don't stumble and do that. I'd be very disappointed.”

“Hmhmm!” Lightshine murmured, enjoying the feeling of the weight of the straps and buckles, how they all fit together. She was aware her Master had chosen a bridle without a bit, though from her cleaning she knew he had ones with wide bits, narrow bits, even O rings. “Wow...it feels...I dunno, but I like how it feels! I should've picked the yellow plug,” she giggled, “But then, everypony would see that.” She had a thought as she tested the reins. “May I ask a question?”

“Yes, you may ask questions, Twinkle. I have not forbidden you from speaking, this time.”

Lightshine caught that, the ‘this time’ part of that last sentence. The fact that her Master was prepared to take away her speech made her shiver again. Still, she had to ask what she wanted to. “Why did you ask me out? I mean I'm glad you did, cos I've fancied you for ages, I um, just wondered.”

Curiously, Nightflyer tilted his head. “I asked you out to the game because I have season passes, and we both like the Rockets.” He snickered, “I like working with you, and after our punishment duty, I thought we could use a break.” He then waved a hoof around the room. “This is something I never thought you'd see.” The stallion then walked up and nuzzled her cheek, feeling the straps of the bridle. “I wanted to maintain a professional relationship with you. Since neither of us are superior to the other, we can take it further, now I know your feelings for me. I only see one possible problem in the future.”

Blushing a very deep red, almost as red as the plug in her ass, Lightshine squeaked, “A problem? Wh-What? I don't want problems! I want this,” she waved her hoof around the playroom, “all of this, and you!”

“If one of us becomes Captain of the Lunar guard, then they would have to refuse it, or the other resign.” Nightflyer said seriously. “The last option is we both resign, and I don't want to disappoint the one we protect.”

“I don't want to be Captain, besides, Moonscar loves bossing us about too much.” Lightshine replied quickly and honestly. “It's an honour to protect her Highness at all.”

“He is close to my age, so if he did retire, somepony like you would most likely replace him. If that happened, I would be happy to retire too.”

Lightshine snickered. She knew she shouldn’t, right now she was supposed to be a pet and the submissive in this situation, but she just couldn’t help it. “You're both olden ponies!” she giggled playfully. “Anything else, before we head on out?”

Nightflyer wanted to punish her for her impudence, but it was endearing, the way she gave back to him. “Yes, follow.” He ordered and, taking up the reins, he led her back up the stairs to the kitchen and he checked that his pet had both emptied and cleaned the bucket under the sink.

‘Oh fudge! The bucket!’ Lightshine trembled the moment she saw where he was looking. She trembled because she suddenly remembered that she had not emptied it out, it still had dirty stinky water in it.

“You are a naughty pet!” Nightflyer did not raise his voice, but he still said it firmly and with authority. “No biscuit for you. Remove and clean the plug and set it next to the sink. The bucket will have to wait.”

As she was admonished, Lightshine had her ears slicked well back, like it really mattered to her, which of course it did. She didn’t know why it mattered to her so much, but it did. She had disappointed her partner and it upset her. “So-Sorry Master...” with a whimper, she carefully removed the inch and a half wide tapered butt plug and, after giving it a rinse in the sink, she set it aside on the worktop next to the sink.

All the while she did this, Nightflyer kept hold of the reins. “Now to the game.” He said simply, leading his new pet out of his house. Of the three ways to get to the stadium, he chose the longest way, which lead through the middle of the market place. As it was ten minutes to three on Saturday, he knew it would be busy, and he knew the flower stand would still be open.

Lightshine got many, many different reactions when she stepped out of Nightflyer’s house that Saturday afternoon. Some ponies stopped and stared at her – she didn’t care about those. As a bat pony, she was used to being stared at. What she hadn’t been expecting was the nature of the stares. Some looked in awe, while some looked at her covetously while others simply turned away. When she saw exactly where they were going, she froze a little bit. ‘Oh my...Roseluck's tending the stand!’ She was a teeny bit panicked, especially as it was from Roseluck that she had borrowed the BDSM books.

Bold as brass, like he was not leading around a mare by bright yellow reins attached to an equally yellow bridle, like it was the most natural thing in the world, Nightflyer stepped up and greeted the flower seller. “Greetings Roseluck, on this fine October day. I’m looking for the following; Marigold, Black Eyed Susan, and Buttercup flowers, please.”

“Oh, hey Nighty!” Roseluck beamed from behind the counter of her flower stand. When the earth pony caught sight of the bridled and heavily blushing Lightshine, she didn’t miss a beat. Daisy had, of course, filled her in on everything that had happened after she had burst into the bat pony mare’s house on her ‘rescue mission’. “Those flowers are on the counter in these pots,” she waved to each one in turn.

“Excellent, I'd like one of each for my pet to keep her in the team spirit and go with the colours of the lovely dye and bridle.” When Roseluck passed over the flowers he had requested, Nightflyer made sure to pay double the bits and he put a Marigold through the bridle behind his pet’s left ear, the Buttercup through the bridle behind her right ear, and he used a few tail hairs to fasten the Susan at the base of her tail. “She looks pretty, don't you agree, Roseluck?”

Roseluck, familiar with Nightflyer and his ‘habits’, nodded enthusiastically. “You got yourself a new pet?” She could tell, as she made her way around the side of her stall, that her friend was about to say something. However, she cut her off when she followed up with, “You did check her over for fleas, right? You never know with these strange and exotic pets!” She giggled, both at the look of self-assured authority on the stallion’s face and the outrage on Lightshine’s. It was a look that screamed ‘Rosie! I know you!’ Still, Roseluck knew, one spoke to the owner, not the pet. “Please, can I pet her pretty mane?”

Nightflyer, well in his role now, ignored the look on Lightshine’s face. “Of course, but it is a bit stiff with the dye. I'll have her shampooed later and bring her by for another petting session.”

Roseluck simply giggled when Lightshine's blush deepened as she stroked her mane like an actual pet. “You do that! Awww, she's such a cute kitty, listen, she's purring! She loves it!” to her shame, the ‘kitty’ discovered she was purring. Like a cat. In public. “Oooh, who’s a cute kitty! You are! Yes, you are, aren’t you?”

Nightflyer was eminently proud of how well his kitten took being out in public. She was doing so very well for her first time. “I should invite you girls over for tea, maybe tomorrow after you all close up shop. For now I must make my way to the game. I just hope they don't have a ‘no pets’ policy at the stadium.”

“We'd love to come over, Nighty.” Roseluck had that beaming smile still in place, it showed no sign of waning. “Just drop Daisy a text, we'll be there.” When he turned and led his pet away from her stand, Roseluck waved them both off. In her opinion there was nothing more adorable than a happy contented couple together, and they were certainly that. She only hoped Lily would play nicely with Nightflyer’s kitten. Then, she shook her head and grinned. Her puppy was a good girl.

As she was led through Ponyville from the market place to the stadium, Lightshine’s purr became a little meow, a quite embarrassed meow when one mare did stop to point and laugh. Those that were mean though were few and far between. Far more common – and surprising – was those that were admiring her. ‘They're looking,’ she thought with an aroused whimper, ‘and it's hot, I'm his pet, and it's bucking hot!’

On the way to the stadium, Nightflyer only paused once more, and that was to buy some apple fritters from Applejack at the Apple farm stand for them to snack on during the game. By the time they arrived at the stadium, the teams, the Ponyville Rockets and the Cloudsdale Eagles, were being led out by their respective mascots. No sooner had they taken their seats in the capacity crowd than the game had started.

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Just over two hours later, with the score line reading 95 to the Ponyville Rockets and 70 to the Cloudsdale Eagles, the referee blew the final whistle that drew the game to a close. The home crowd were justly ecstatic, but none were more so than a certain grey bat pony. “Wohooooo!” Lightshine cheered as enthusiastically now as she had done with every other point her team had scored. She didn’t give a damn that most of her cheers caused those nearby to look at her and her strange attire. “Gooooo Rockets! Go!” she was that thrilled that she turned to Nightflyer and, forelegs around his neck, peppered his muzzle with kisses, landing a passionate one directly on his lips.

While it was fair to say that Nightflyer wasn’t expecting the sudden display of affection, he wasn’t about to refuse it. He kept his mare in the kiss for as long as he could. The watching crowd were starting to disperse a bit, though some, those sat nearest to the bat pony couple, were cheering at the kiss now as much as the result of the game. After what felt like many minutes, Lightshine broke away, her wings quite erect. “Oh wow! Um...was that okay, I mean, I kissed you...”

“Not sure,” Nightflyer snickered as the fans who were still watching them cheered him on. “Let's try again.” This time, he instigated the kiss, a kiss as hot as the one she had given him.

‘Oh sweet Luna!’ was all Lightshine could process as her world, Ponyville, the stadium, the few remaining fans, the bridle she wore, everything dissolved away into fireworks and rainbows with the power of the kiss. She only pulled her lips away from her stallion’s own when she needed air. “Th-That was definitely okay!”

The dark blue stallion couldn’t resist teasing her. She was cute when she was cross-eyed like that. “I'm so happy I rate 'okay' by your standards. I wasn't aware you had been practicing kissing with somepony else.”

“I meant...” Lightshine gasped as her vision reasserted itself and she blushed hard. “Oh hush, you know what I meant, it was the best kiss ever!” This assertion was only cemented when a couple in the row behind them who had hung around were cheering the kiss like it was the winning goal.

Nightflyer snickered. “We shall celebrate this victory at Berry’s Bar with some Sweet Apple cider.”

“I wanna celebrate! Right now!” Lightshine squealed as she kissed and licked her stallion’s ear. There were few things in Equestria than the Rockets winning at Buckball. Sweet Apple cider was one of them.

Taking up his pet’s yellow reins, Nightflyer led his charge out of the now empty stadium and through the almost empty suburban town to the bar. It never ceased to amaze him how Ponyville seemed to close up shop after five p.m. Fortunately, Berry Punch and her bar could be counted on to be lively well into the night. “Just so you know, you can have all the water you want, or you can dance for me and have cider.”

“Dance? For you?” Lightshine took a look through the open bar doors and shuddered. There was already a crowd in, mostly regulars – everypony in town was a regular – and those either celebrating or commiserating the game’s result. ‘I hate dancing!’ As soon as she said that to herself, a part woke up. A part that loved the dominant way he’d said it. ‘Yeah, but for him, for our coltfriend and Master, I'll dance...’ she gulped. “O-Okay, I'll dance.”

Inside, the bar was even noisier than it was on the outside. Nightflyer lead his pet over the sawdust covered floor past the crowd to a miraculously empty seat that was close to the dancefloor. Sitting down, he waited for a song to start playing before he disconnected the yellow reins from his band and tucked them into her bridle. “Dance for me, pet.”

“Y-Yes Master…” Lightshine hated her Master right then. Still, when she got up on the dancefloor with the other patrons, she saw him wave over a waitress and buy two bottles of hard cider. So she couldn’t hate him that much. ‘I hate you Night, you know I hate this...yeah...but damn this is hot as all Tartarus...’ She danced though, as bad as she was, and in spite of the loud noises, she danced. She reared up and danced on her hind legs, as sexily as she could manage.

Nightflyer was of course well aware of how Lightshine danced. She danced in a very similar style to the Element of Magic and town librarian. As such, he was genuinely amazed she had got up and danced at all. Wisely, he chose not laugh at her ‘skills’. He did however, enjoy the others making their own comments and he did nothing to stop them. The first song finished and, as a stallion made a jibe, Lightshine blushed and sat down, panting a little. Embarrassed but worked up. “Phew...” she wiped her brow, “I’m glad that's over.”

Smirking, Nightflyer pushed the bottle of cider to her. “If all you want is one, then it is over for dancing. At least dancing alone.”

Lightshine took the offered cider in her hoof and she looked at the heaving dancefloor before taking a long hard sip and licking her lips. “I'll give you one more, Master.”

“Such a generous pet you are. I should take you by Lady Rarity's for a gift of some sort.”

Purely to enhance her nerve, Lightshine downed her cider and got up. “Yes I am, and yes you will. Master.” With that, she winked and started dancing, ignoring the rather loud catcalls from the other dancers as she did so.

While his pet was busy entertaining him, Nightflyer obligingly bought her a second cider. As he watched her frankly awful dancing, he sipped his own drink and reflected on her. He found he was liking her spirit, he liked the way she played back. She was not a submissive, but she was an equal that had willingly given up control. It was a real turn on, as he hadn't had a playmate like her before.

After her second 'dance', Lightshine walked back over to their table. “Thank you for the cider, Master.” She lifted it up and saluted him before taking a long sip from it. “You know, that stallion and mare there on the dancefloor were both quite hoovesy with their dance. Touched my ass a couple of times.” She sipped her cider and winked to her date.

“Pretty pets should be petted, Twinkle.”

Quietly, Lightshine downed her second cider. She chose not to disclose the fact that the stallion’s hooves had been quite low on her ass, and the mare’s had ‘accidentally’ been high on her thighs. She could not, however, quite hide the look of distaste on her face when she looked at them. “I'd rather not dance again, if it pleases you, Master.” She’d hate to have to knock them both out.

Ever the attentive Master, Nightflyer caught the sour look on his partner’s face. He knew she could handle herself, and part of him wanted to see what would happen. Another part though didn’t want their date ruined by a pair of arseholes. “It does not.” He said once he had finished his first cider. When a slow song started, he took her hoof and led her on to the dancefloor.

As she was led in the slow dance, Lightshine let out a loud embarrassed meeping sound. Thankfully, as she was with her stallion and not on her own, the ‘hoovesy’ pair kept their hooves to themselves. Cheeks burning bright red, she leant in close to him and whispered, “I love how you make me feel like this…”

“The feeling is mutual.” Nightflyer agreed as they danced together as one pony. “You are a part of my life I've missed, and I want to keep this part in my life.”

“Nighty...Master, I love you, I want to be yours in all ways.” The admission didn’t surprise her. If she was honest, she had felt this way about him for a long time.

The slow dance seemed to go on for an eternity. Nightflyer lead her, and Lightshine wasn’t as bad as she was solo. He returned the affection she gave him, nuzzling her cheek and neck until, after the dance’s conclusion, they left the crowded dancefloor. “So, my pretty, pretty pet. Would you like to continue to celebrate here, or shall we go to my house, or maybe your house?”

Lightshine didn’t have to think about her answer. Not one bit. “Your house, Master. I want you to take me to your house, pet me and then rut me into tomorrow.”

‘She knows what she wants, I’ll give her that much…’ Nightflyer was again quite turned on as he took back the reins from her bridle and led her from the noisy rowdy bar. “Planking will have to wait for another day then. Come along pet. It will be a shorter parade this time.”

The sun was on its way down from the sky when Master and pet left Berry Punch’s bar. The chill evening air bit at their coats, but somehow, Lightshine didn’t feel it. Nothing really existed for her beyond her reins, her Master’s tail and the view she had of her Master’s swinging balls. She walked with her head held very high indeed, she even lifted her tail up, swaying it high as she herself was quite aroused.

Nightflyer was quiet all the way back to his house. Were he questioned on it, he would have completely denied that he was more than a little nervous about what he was planning to do. Ten months was a long time, after all. When he got to his front door he paused and turned to face his partner. “Twinkle, Lightshine, you can still back out and go home, no questions, and I'll see you tomorrow.” He had to give her the choice.

Lightshine frowned. “And do what? Plank myself and masturbate ‘till I’m too sore to move tomorrow ‘cos I'm so horny?” She walked up to him and kissed his lips. Not a passionate kiss, not a chaste kiss. It was a meeting of lips that carried love with it. “You said I couldn't do that to myself anymore. I want this, Nighty.”

“I want this too.” He did return the kiss, so very pleased that she hadn’t backed out. Without another word, he tugged her reins and led her through his house to his basement play room.

“If I was gonna leg it, I would've when you first showed me this,” Lightshine waved her hoof at all the bondage equipment hanging on the spikes all around the walls. Equipment that she had gotten quite familiar with when she was cleaning every piece. “I'm still here, love.”

“There’s a big difference to looking and using. I have something other than planking in mind.” With that, the dark blue stallion disconnected the reins from her bridle and returned them to their spot on the wall. “Stand there.” He pointed to a spot on the floor beneath the ceiling hooks.

The moment he said ‘stand there’, Lightshine caught the shift in Nightflyer’s tone, a subtle change from friendly to Master. She shuddered. She liked that tone in his voice. “Yes Master.”

Working quickly, with a practiced efficiency that he had been worried he had lost over time, Nightflyer selected four padded buckle hoof cuffs, one per leg, and three spreader bars from the wall. He tightly buckled each cuff just above his pet’s hooves, the padding inside protecting her skin from chaffing. Next, he clipped a spreader bar between her front and back legs, holding them just wider than shoulder width apart. Lastly, he placed a spreader bar between the other two in the middle. “Good so far?”

Lightshine had remained silent while he worked, watching him with rapt curiosity. When he asked, she looked down and she tried to wriggle but of course she was absolutely stood firm. It felt like a plank, so it wasn’t totally strange to her, but what was strange was that she had no control over it. This aroused her greatly. So much so, she leaked some juices down her hind legs. “Go-Good, Master.”

Smiling reassuredly, feeling more and more like the Master he used to be, Nightflyer tugged on a rope and lowered a ring on the ceiling till it was a bit above the floor. “Can you guess where this is going?”

The bound mare looked at it and she tried to think on its use. Nothing sprang to mind, however. None of the books she had borrowed from Roseluck mentioned anything like this. “No, Master, um, the spreader bar maybe?”

Nightflyer laughed at that. “Sorry, but you really are new to this. Yes, you have spreader bars between your legs to hold you in position. The same ring that holds the bar front to back will have these chains to the ring. You're a smart pony.” Still chuckling, delighting in the stink-eyed look she shot him in turn, he eased his pet onto her side. He didn’t keep her there very long though as he knew it wasn’t exactly comfortable with the way her legs were spread. Quickly, he added the chains from the ends of the centre spreader bar to the ring from the ceiling.

“Nggggggh...” Lightshine grunted, pain shooting through her left side. Thankfully, as she was about to complain, she was hoisted up just a little bit from the floor. “So what if I'm new...I figured it out…” her eyes went wide when she realised she had cheeked him. Her ears slicked all the way back to her scalp and she remembered her place, on her back with her legs spread apart. “Um, I mean, Master.”

‘She has spirit. I like that.’ Nightflyer just grinned, giving nothing away as he pulled on the rope, raising her up from the hardwood floor just enough so that she couldn’t touch the floor with her nose, but if she leant her head back, her mane would drag on it. “Comfy, pet?”

“Yes, Master.” Lightshine wriggled and squirmed, but she was going nowhere. The realisation that she was powerless to escape from this bondage just made her more and more aroused. ‘Oh Luna this is weird...I'm in the air but I'm not flying!’

Nightflyer could smell just how aroused she was. Still, he had to be sure. Moving around her body, he snuffled his snout into her crotch just above her tail. “Hmm, you’re not in heat, not that it matters. I'm not going to get you pregnant with this session.” With that assessment, he moved a platform with adjustable legs so that it was just underneath her swaying backside, and then he hopped up on it. “Just the right height!”

Hearing the rather clinical assessment of whether she was in heat or not only served to arouse her more, like she was a tool for his pleasure. It was an illusion, maybe, but it was a hot illusion. In spite of herself, Lightshine let out a gulp and wiggled her ass tauntingly. “Please take me, Master!”

“Eager are you?” Nightflyer nickered at the desperation in her voice. He was tempted to make her wait. “Maybe I need some tea to build up my strength.” Grinning, he hopped off the platform back to the floor.

Completely buying the act, Lightshine whined a very audible whine, a whine full of horny desperation. She was as aroused here as she was back in her own room hours before. “No, please! C'mon Master please, rut me!”

For a moment, a very fleeting moment, Nightflyer was sorely tempted to walk towards the door just to hear her make that adorably desperate whine once more. After a second though, he decided against it. This was just her first session. There was time enough for that later. Fully erect at her heartbreaking whines alone, he walked around to stand in front of her and he placed his forehooves on the spreader bar. “I need a lube job, pet. Just so happens your head is at the right height.

Faced with her Master’s erection staring her in the face, Lightshine had an incandescent blush all over her cheeks. She’d never admit to this, but she had never, ever fellated a cock in her life. She’d seen enough videos round at Daisy’s tough to know roughly what to do. Sticking out her tongue, she started to deliver wet licks and kisses all over his flared tip.

Nightflyer’s moans were encouraging and, after a few moments of licking all around the flared flat head and the urethra, she summoned her nerve and took the tip in her mouth, wetting it with her saliva. Instinctively she started to suck on it, swirling her tongue around her Master’s length. ‘Huh...actually doesn't taste bad, I suppose…’

“That's a good pet. Now, to test your gag reflex.” That was all the warning the stallion gave her before he used his forehooves on the spreader bar, moving his bound pet like a pendulum, his rear hooves stayed planted on the floor as he moved her slowly up and down his shaft.

‘Wait, test what, now‽’ Lightshine barely heard what he said, she had no time to process it before she felt herself moved back and forth along the hard fourteen inch length in her mouth. Predictably, it didn't take long for her to choke the first time, almost as soon as the flare hit the back of her mouth. “PPHHBBTT! MmmMMMMPH!” she coughed and choked, sending drool and slobber out of her mouth that dripped downwards ‘up’ her face into her nose and forcing her eyes shut.

“MmmMMMMPPPBT!” She kept on sucking, five times, ten, twenty, she lost count how many times he used her own weight and momentum to impale her mouth on his cock. As it was her first time, she was as sloppy as it was possible to be, coughing and gagging, but by the last time, she did take it in her throat once.

While Nightflyer was enjoying moving her about, especially the beautiful sounds of her gags and chokes, as well as her whimpers and moans, it was not a professional job at all. After she took him into her throat without gagging, he decided it was enough. “Okay, I think I'm lubed up enough.” Stepping back, he took a moment to admire the mess he had made of her face. Drool and spit covered her muzzle, matting her fur, gumming her eyes shut and even dripping into her mane.

He almost came just from the sight alone. Composing himself, he moved around and he hopped up on the platform. Just to make sure she was adequately lubed up, he stuck his muzzle deep into her slit and licked for all he was worth. With her own essence on his tongue, he then spread the wetness down over her perineum to her tail hole. “MMmMMMM!” Lightshine let out a happy little murmur the moment she felt his muzzle where it was.

Seconds later, once he had swirled his tongue all around the muscular ring of her anus, Nightflyer moved so that his chest was resting against the spreader bar that was holding her hind legs apart. His forehooves held on to the centre bar. “AAAH!” Lightshine gasped when she felt a push against her ring. “Oooh yes Master please! I need it right there, please!”

Smirking, Nightflyer applied just a hint of pressure and, to his great pleasure but not surprise, he found her asshole opened up easily and he slid smoothly inside her. Once more, he used her like a pendulum, using her own weight to slowly fill her accommodating butt. Idly he wondered if she could take the larger plugs in his collection.

The slow rocking motion soon had Lightshine purring and mewling, the pendulum action impaling herself deep on her Master’s cock with each swing. As he neared his inevitable climax, he moved her faster and faster until he finally exploded inside her. During the hot sex, she had orgasmed twice, last as her anal cavity was splashed with his hot sticky seed.

As he rode out his climax, Nightflyer slowed down the swing in order to just watch her body twitch and squirm as he moved her back and forth on his rod. He could virtually feel his heart melt. Still inside her, he used his forehoof to affectionately pet her cum-swollen belly and teats. “Happy, kitten?”

“Yeeeeees!” Lightshine moaned, the contact with her teats almost making her cum for a third time. “Oooh Master yes!”

“How are you doing?”

Lightshine squirmed, and it had nothing to do with the length buried in her ass this time. She had been suspended twenty minutes now, and her weight was pulling at her shoulders and upper legs. “I aaah, I could get down, I'm good, but my shoulders ache a little, Master.”

Pulling out of her, Nightflyer hopped off the platform and he moved it out of the way. He then slowly lowered his pet to the floor, taking care so as not to bang her head on the hardwood floorboards. When there was a fair amount of slack in the chain, he then unfastens the spreader bars, but he left the cuffs buckled around her legs.

That done, he walked over to the tiled shower area and took a moment to quickly wash and dry the spreader bars. He rested them on the dresser. They could be put away later. Bringing a towel back with him, he very, very carefully wiped away all the drool and slobber matting up her face and keeping her eyes shut. That done, he helped her back to her hooves followed by a very deep kiss. “Tha-Thank you, Master!” Lightshine gasped, getting up, she was shaky but she leant into the kiss.

“Your first session,” Nightflyer said as he returned the towel to its place, “I'm happy enough with it. What is your critique on your performance?”

Lightshine rubbed her throat and coughed just a little. She knew where she had been less than great. “My blowjob was subpar, Master, for which I apologise. Your kitten needs practice to improve.”

“Does kitten only want to practice on me?”

“Your kitten loves you, Master, but I wouldn't be against meeting Moonscar, I've heard you attend his parties.”

“Twinkle,” Nightflyer turned very serious, perhaps the most serious he had been all day. “This is about you, and not about what you think I'd like or dislike.”

“I understand, Nighty, I do. I don't want to ah, 'practice' on everypony in the guard or anything, but you and he are different.” She stood up on the tips of her hooves and kissed his lips. “I'm not trying to say what you want to hear, either.”

Nightflyer took a deep breath. “I've liked you for a long time. We have a lot in common, well except cactus care, but I think I'd like to do more than like you. If you know what I mean.”

Lightshine stomped an indignant hoof onto the recently cleaned floor of the dungeon. “There's nothing wrong with Fred!” she giggled and kissed him again, “Speak clearly, Nighty. I want to be your special somepony. I want to be with you, to be your kitten and your pet. I love you.”

“Good, you said it first.” He leant in and kissed her just below her ear, “I love you as my mare, my pet, and my here after.”

“I'm new to this side of you,” Lightshine once more kissed her stallion, this time on the tip of his nose. “But not to you. I trust you'll guide me, Master? Help me learn and practice?”

“Follow, pet.” With a nod of his head, Nightflyer led the way back upstairs, pausing just long enough to flick of the lights in the basement. “Please make me some tea, and a coffee for yourself.” He left her in the kitchen and walked through to the living room, where he sat on the couch at the end with the pet bed.

In the kitchen, Lightshine rinsed out the mugs she had used before and, grinning at the red butt plug, she made fresh drinks for them both. Like before, she carried them through on a tray held in her mouth and set them on the coffee table. “Your tea, Master.” She even added a little bow.

Nightflyer didn’t look up, instead he reached over and turned on the gramophone. “Did you clean the bucket while you were in there?”

Lightshine pulled her signature scrunchy face, complete with wide eyes. She had completely forgotten about the bucket. “Um...no, Master, I forgot, I’m sorry…” He didn’t shout at her, or punish her, in any way. Instead, he sadly shook his head and just looked at her, saying nothing. “I'll go do it, Master!” she slicked her ears back and walked back to the kitchen. ‘Idiot!’ she scolded herself, ‘that look alone was like getting spanked, hard.’ She hated that disappointed look.

When the bucket had been emptied away and cleaned out, and stored back in its place under the sink, Lightshine walked back into the living room. She hadn’t taken two steps in when she noticed her coffee cup was empty. A heartbeat later and she saw her water bowl by the pet bed had coffee in it. “You may lay down in your bed.” To emphasise his order, Nightflyer tapped the pet bed with a hind hoof.

“Meeeeeow!” Like a light switch being flipped, she was in her ‘kitty’ persona. Like a shot, she covered the distance of the living room between her and her bed. Stepping inside, she felt a strange, happy contentment as she turned around and, once she was comfortable, she laid down. Leaning forward, she took a lick from her bowl. ‘This is so hot!’

As he drank his tea, Nightflyer successfully hid his smile with his cup. She was just the most adorable thing he had ever seen. Now and again he would reach down to scratch between his kitten's ears. His kitten did play her part well. She was purring with each scratch, and she made sure to alternate between licking up her coffee and purring. When it was gone, she intercepted the next scratch attempt with a lick and a nip to the toe of his hoof. “Does my kitten want to sleep in her little bed, or share my big bed?”

Lightshine was actually is conflicted by this decision. The dominant stallion could tell she was obviously really thinking about it. After a few moments of indecision, she finally raised her hoof in a request to speak, to which he nodded she could. “Can I share yours, for tonight? Please?”

Nightflyer exhaled a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. He really wanted her with him, this first night together. “I would like that.”

“Me too!” Cat-like, Lightshine jumped over the side of the couch and delivered a surprise tackle hug that was totally not a surprise. What did catch him unawares was the long lick on his nose that went up between his eyes.

Playfully, Nightflyer fended off his kitten, though each time he did so her licks and kisses became ever more insistent until he fetched her a short sharp boop on her snout. “Will Fred be safe home alone? He isn't some party cactus that will invite friends without telling you, is he?”

“Oh you hush and leave Fred alone!” Giggling, she kissed his lips as passionately as she had done back at the stadium, feeling her heart flutter each time she did it. “Fred will be fine. Now, take me to bed, my love.”