Encounter at North Park

“Just how long were you going to string me along about your moms?” Brush Stroke asked Dusk on the sidewalk outside of Stripes’ Cup of Java. For once, the artist wasn’t concerned with the party they were leaving behind. For once, he was more concerned with his future.

Dusk too wasn’t thinking about his mother or his mom, or the Open Mic night that his friends were enjoying back inside. He wasn’t, as they walked along, seemingly without a destination, bothered about the chilly Manehatten night. “Until I was sure about you, Oils.” The midnight blue pegasus answered truthfully. “I wanted to be sure you wanted me for me, not who I was connected to. Plus I kinda wanted to see how you'd react.” He nuzzled the earth pony’s cheek. “Forgive me?”

‘That’s an interesting question…’ Brush Stroke thought to himself. He took a deep breath, a moment to think about his next words. “Thinking about it, I never realized the movers and shakers that went to that event. Baron is one of the many ponies I owe a commission to. The only reason I think he said nothing was because I was with you.”

“Hmhmm.” Now it was Dusk’s turn to consider what his companion had said. As a royal, of course, he was accustomed to attending high end events with influential and connected ponies. By now it was nothing unusual. “You were quite right you know. Ponies would happily pay thousands to watch my mum and Serenity together like that. What painting did Baron request?” he asked curiously.

“His rooftop garden with his wife, Snowfall, in it. Still, with you from Canterlot, I wasn't expecting to meet the parents on the first date.”

“That was frightfully naughty of me, wasn’t it?” Dusk giggled a very mare-ish giggle behind his hoof. “I suppose I didn't want to scare you away.”

Brush Stroke paused on the sidewalk a few dozen feet away from the coffee shop they had just left and let out a deep sigh. For once, the bright neon lights of Manehatten had no effect on him. For once, he listened to the music of the traffic in the city. It was nice, with Dusk. “I'm thinking the same thing.” He decided to take a chance and go downtown. “There is a place not far from here over on forty-forth called Trixie's.”

“Trixie's Place?” Dusk’s ears perked up at that. “I know the one in Canterlot quite well.” He draped his powerful wing over Brush Stroke’s body. “I apologise for not telling you I was a prince sooner,” he said with a giggle, allowing himself to be led along, though Brush Stroke kept to his thought as they walked, seemingly content to let Dusk ramble until they arrived.

And, ramble Dusk did. Sheer nervousness wouldn’t allow the young royal to keep quiet. “Still,” he said quickly as they turned onto one street after another, passing many neon-lit bars and clubs on the way, “There's nothing like having Wily as a best friend to get all my secrets out. She's a bit like immersion therapy…” he realised he was rambling on and at last, he went quiet, enjoying the nighttime stroll.

Once they had arrived at Trixie’s Place, and safely navigated the slabs of muscle that were the security at the door – a far cry from Old Cinch’s place – Brush Stroke, without comment, led his partner up to the first floor bar, which was a quiet zone away from the dance floors and the playrooms. “I'll have a double whiskey,” he said to the bartender, “and whatever my friend wants.”

Dusk scanned the menu and his eyes finally alighted on a safe option. He was still recovering, after all. “I'll have a Nyx Zero, please.”

That surprised Brush Stroke somewhat, when Dusk chose a non-alcoholic beer. 'I guess what happened in that café wasn't an act, then…’ the artist thought as he led the way, with his shot glass in hoof, over to a nearby empty table. “Nice safe neutral place,” he started, his tone solemn, “If you want to run, I won't stop you.”

“Oils, why would I want to run?” Dusk was understandably confused as he sat down on the empty seating pad opposite his date. He supposed this was technically still a date, given that they had been to the Open Mic just moments before. “I'm having a great time with you.” And he was, too. He hadn’t thought about Vocal Chord since earlier at the coffee shop, with Caffeinated.

“You are the Prince,” Brush Stroke sighed once more, his hoof stroking his glass, “and I am the rogue.”

“A sexy rogue, if I may say.” Dusk was amazed at himself for saying that. He put it down to all those brave pills he had taken during the day. It also helped that Wildfire, Celestia bless her hide, had spilled absolutely everything about him at the Open Mic. “Still, I think rogue is a bit strong, Oils.”

Brush Stroke was looking intently at his whiskey. He could virtually taste it on his tongue. “I know you are not after my fame and fortune,” he said, still studying his shot glass, “I'm too busy squandering that away myself.” He held a hoof up to stop the Prince from speaking. He had to get this out. “When I found out who you were, I saw my ticket to easy street.”

Dusk, his beer bottle held to his lips, narrowed his pink eyes, just a little. “Go on.”

The mid blue artist smiled, though it wasn’t a smile that reached his green eyes. “While you were off powdering your nose in the coffee shop, I had a nice and friendly chat with Princess Luna and Lady Octavia, and the both of them love you very much. They hoped I would be a good influence for you, and my thoughts of using you waned.”

Dusk Melody didn’t really know what to make of that. He was grateful, if anything, for the artist’s honesty. Honesty he could work with. “I'm glad to hear it,” he replied with a far more genuine smile, taking a sip of his beer, “because I'd very much like to have your influence on me.”

“It doesn't end there.” Brush Stroke continued, determined to start any possible relationship with a clean slate. “While you were showing your talent with that violin, that scary zebra friend of yours cornered me. He seemed to know all about me. I blame Geneve for that, who speaks better Equestrian than I do. After that chat I realized just how much I would hurt you if I wasn't up front with who I am. Funny how threatened you can feel when ponies, who never threaten you, talk to you.”

“Plus there's mom,” Dusk said with a playful giggle, “Don’t forget her. She'd banish you to the sun in a heartbeat if my mum didn't get you with her cello first.” He could see though, that his attempt at humour wasn’t going down very well. “May I ask why you thought of using me? You obviously have your own money and fame, you don’t need me.”

Brush Stroke laughed at that, though still the humour didn’t seem able to reach his whole face. “You were too busy starring at my flank earlier to hear what I said at the beginning. The more I put off my commissions the more my fame disappears. What money I don't send home I squander on booze, salt lick, and prostitutes. Not necessarily in that order.”

“Proper Playcolt, huh?” Dusk laughed, though what his partner had said sunk in and he connected a few dots in his head. “Am I to assume the money sent home is for your parents?”

The earth pony nodded. “My dad is a war hero from the bug wars.” He said by way of explanation, referring of course to the Changeling Invasion of Canterlot. “Why the place I have is affordable. Still, his current medical needs aren't being met, so he needs assistance.”

Dusk reached over the table and he had his hoof on Brush Stroke’s foreleg. Now it all rather made sense, and the Prince found he wasn’t mad, not in the slightest. “That's not such a bad thing to use me for, if you ask me.” he winked, “Now. I have a thing to ask you.”

“I'm in confession mode, so ask away.”

“Did you mean it, back at the coffee shop, when you called me your mare?” Dusk asked nervously, biting his lip. “The way you were at the Open Mic, it was dominant, like you were when you were posing me in your apartment. I um, I liked it.”

Brush Stroke moved a little and placed both his forehooves on Dusk’s own, looking him straight in the eyes. “To be honest, my head wasn't on straight at that moment. It is now. If you'll have me as your stallion, I'd be honoured if you'll be my mare.” He could see then, the effeminate stallion would make a beautiful, pretty mare.

Dusk leant his head down and he kissed the part of his partner’s foreleg just above the hoof. “I'd be honoured indeed to be your mare and, even more honoured if you'll be my dominant strong stallion.”

Brush Stroke blinked several times, his mind processing the fact that here he was, sat opposite a stunning pony who was giving himself to him, willing and eager to not only be his coltfriend but so much more than that. And it wasn’t even his birthday. “Is the zebra expecting you back tonight?” he asked hopefully.

“No. I'm all yours.”

“Please come home with me.” Brush Stroke said, the dominant part of him starting to stir. “I have a painting to finish and a new hope for tomorrow.”

“I'd love to,” Dusk leant over the table and breathed the word 'Master' in the earth pony’s ear, before kissing the outer edge and nipping it hard enough to make him flick it.

When Brush Stroke stood up to leave, kissing Dusk on the way up, the midnight blue pegasus noticed that the artist never once touched his drink while they had been talking. “Was the drink for if the conversation didn't go well?” Dusk asked with a gentle smile.

Brush Stroke nodded, leaving the full shot glass untouched on the table behind him. “It’s a drink called loneliness…”

As they left Trixie’s Place, Dusk Melody draped his wing over Brush Stroke’s back. “Then I'm glad you didn't need it.”

~ ~ ~

On the way back to Brush Stroke’s apartment overlooking North Park, a relatively short journey of no more than twenty five minutes that felt like hours to the newly submissive pegasus, the earth pony artist didn’t say a word. He was lost in his thoughts of how he was going to be the Master that his mare deserved. He deeply wished the MiAC store was still open. There was no better feeling than leading a collared pet along on a leash. He had to remind himself there was always tomorrow. Inside, once they had survived the harrowing elevator ride and were back in the apartment, the dominant stallion led Dusk silently through the living room area and over to the main bedroom. Only when they were both stood by the large bed did the earth pony finally speak. “Did you enjoy your date, my pretty mare?”

Dusk Melody blushed so hard that the red tinge showed through his dark blue fur. Partly because of the dominant, confident tone in the earth pony’s voice and partly because said dominant tone had both his wings and his modest stallionhood at half-mast already. “Yes Master,” he replied, his cheeks burning at being called a pretty mare.

‘Oh he is so adorable!’ Brush Stroke thought, smirking at the decent sized member that was slipping out of its sheath between the pegasus’s hind legs. The artist patted the bed with his hoof. “Up!” He ordered simply.

“Yes Master!” Dusk answered straightaway, his wings fluttering with arousal as he hopped up onto the bed.

“Roll over to your back.” Brush Stroke ordered once he saw that Dusk was laid on his belly. That wouldn’t do, to have all the fun stuff hidden away. Immediately, Dusk rolled over onto his back with his head facing the foot of the bed. Using his hooves, the mid blue stallion moved him a tiny bit so that he was centred on the bed. Trotting over to his closet, he came back armed with a set of yellow socks.

These socks in hoof, Brush Stroke worked quickly and efficiently to tie each forehoof to the corresponding bedpost. As he worked, Dusk Melody looked at each bedpost as Brush Stroke tied the hoof to it. Once he was done, the earth pony placed a tender kiss on his new sub’s muzzle. The last thing he wanted to do was freak him out. That said, he had wanted a dominant stallion. He could do that. “Check in, pretty mare.”

Testing his bonds, Dusk gave a brief little struggle and, finding that he was securely tied to the bed, nodded his head. “I’m okay, Master.” He confirmed, pleased to no end that Brush Stroke had been considerate enough to check in and ask how he was.

Given the ‘green’ signal, Brush Stroke smiled and began to move his way slowly down his sub’s chin, gently kissing and nibbling his neck and snuffling his way down to his fluffy midnight blue chest fur. Dusk squeezed his eyes closed to prevent him from murmuring in pleasure, his swelling cock back at a more than semi erect state.

When Brush Stroke eventually reached Dusk’s cock, he used his right forehoof to press it flat against his belly and then smirked as he watched it spring back up when he let go. “MmMmm!” the midnight blue stallion moaned as he squirmed, his shaft rock hard.

While his right hoof was stroking Dusk Melody’s hard member, Brush Stroke’s other hoof was now busy rolling his adorably heavy balls around, pressing on them just slightly. “Mmm!” Dusk grunted. ‘Oh wow...’ he thought, not daring to believe he was the one being dominated for a change. ‘Oh my! I love this!’ After a few moments of this treatment however, Brush Stroke interrupted his thoughts when he began lapping long slow licks of his hot wet tongue up and down his hard throbbing rod while his hoof moved down to his tail hole. Dusk didn’t even try to stop his whimpers and moans. ‘Ooooh...th-that’s his hoof...right there!’

Smirking at how aroused his new pet was, Brush Stroke decided to move up onto the bed proper and, spinning around, he straddled the effeminate stallion, going into a sixty nine position but making sure to keep his rear end elevated up as high as he could as he went down to take the cock into his mouth. “MmMmmMMM!” Dusk let out the longest loudest most mare-like moan yet when he felt for the hot wet mouth close around his stallionhood. Involuntarily at these sensations, he bucked his hips a little as Brush Stroke expertly lifted his head up before going back down again to his medial ring.

Moving with a deliberate, torturous slowness, Brush Stroke bobbed his head up and down his sub’s now glistening rod. It wasn’t all that hard a task, given the size of Dusk’s equipment – his shaft just reached into his throat. While he'd had larger, his 'mare' was more than adequate, for a pegasus. After a few deep bobs he pulled off of it and ran his tongue down his shaft from the flat head down to his tightened balls and began to suckle on one of them for a moment before starting to gently suck on the shaft again.

“AAaaaaAAN...” Dusk Melody moaned loudly as he gave up on trying to reach the ass situated temptingly above him and he slumped back to the bed. Brush Stroke continued to work in this way, alternating between sucking on his clit of a cock and suckling on his balls right up until he sensed his pet was close. Dusk was a moaning sweaty mess by the time a few drops of pre cum was leaking from the head of his shaft.

The very instant he tasted the pre cum on Dusk’s head, Brush Stroke stood up and hopped up off of the bed, a delicious idea in his head. “Well, that sure has made me thirsty.” Turning his back to his new sub he went over to the closet and he got out some short ropes then he returned to the bed and proceeded to tie the pink stallion’s hind legs to the other two bed posts. “Be back in a moment.” He gave him a serious look. “Check in.”

‘What...he's leaving now?’ Dusk thought through his pleasure addled mind and gave a pitiful, futile struggle. ‘I-Its ok...I'm in control, I can end this...but, I wanted this…he's doing this for me...’ with that thought in his mind he finally nodded his sweat covered head to let his dominant partner know he was good.

Brush Stroke simply smiled and nodded when he got the ‘green’ signal and without further comment he walked out of his master bedroom. As he made his way through to his living room, he smirked, knowing full well that when there’s no clock and you’re left waiting, time creeps in a torture all its own. He got himself a beer from the fridge and took the time to check out Canterlot’s classical music channel on the TV. Sipping the beer he imagined the torment his new lover was in, knowing that minutes felt like hours felt like weeks and months. He had fun imagining dragging his different sized paintbrushes all over Dusk’s hooves and feathers.

Back in the bedroom all alone and frustrated, left right on the verge of a wonderful orgasm, Dusk Melody couldn’t believe it when he heard cello music of all things drifting in from the living room. The effeminate stallion fidgeted on the bed only to discover what he already knew. He was completely immobile, and by the state of his little member, very aroused. ‘Music...hey what?’ He thought as he gave another fruitless struggle before giving up. He just wanted to get a hoof to his erect stallionhood. Stood hard like that it was taunting him.

On his couch, Brush Stroke gave it just long enough for him to chug the light beer he had gotten from the fridge. He judged it had been ten minutes before he put away the empty in the recycling bin and he decided it was time to go back to the bedroom. But, before he did so, he made sure to leave the music on to cover his hoof-steps on the hardwood floor and when he was outside the bedroom he stole a sneaky peek to see if his pretty little mare’s clit was still hard.

The dominant mid blue earth pony stallion was very pleased to see Dusk was laying there where he had left him, his mottled dark and light blue cock still nice and hard. “Now, that is staying power.” He smirked quietly as he trotted back into the bedroom around the bed and into Dusk’s field of vision. “One way to avoid punishment anyway.” He moved in onto the bed and licked his sub from his tail-hole up to his ball sack, grinning when the midnight blue stallion stiffened up and let out a loud moan, drooling profusely as he did so.

Deciding he’d teased him quite enough, Brush Stroke once more trotted over to the closet and picked out a tube of his favourite cherry flavoured lube. Walking back to the bed he settled on his knees between Dusk’s bound open hind legs and he used the toe of his hoof to liberally apply the cold substance to the tight ring of his anus.

The moment the cold cherry lube touched his sphincter, Dusk let out a cute little squeak that any mare would be proud of. That sissy squeak alone was enough to make the earth pony hard – if he wasn’t already. Brush Stroke reared up so that the royal stallion could see that he was indeed quite hard. Hard, and considerably bigger by a good few inches than he was. Lowering himself, he pressed the flat head of his cock against his tail-hole. “Check in.”

Dusk Melody trembled and shivered underneath his lover. ‘Oh, this is happening!’ He couldn’t believe it was finally happening. He trembled again, at the same time wanting it to happen and scared of it happening. He knew full well if he shook his head that Brush Stroke wouldn’t do it. He knew he was in control. He was in control. Nervously, as it was the first time with a stallion who wasn’t Vocal Chord, he nodded his head. After all, they had come this far, right?

When he got the ‘green’ signal for a third time, Brush Stroke blew his pretty mare a kiss and gently he pushed forward, spreading the midnight blue stallion’s anus open very slowly as he continued to push forward and enter him. “Hmm…nice and tight.” He commented when he paused at his medial ring.

“MMmmmm!” Dusk drooled even more, moaning like a mare in heat, it pooling around his face as he willed his lover to go deeper. He was very surprised. With a cock as large as the one that was currently buried halfway in his asshole, he had expected it to hurt, a lot, and the initial insertion did sting but nowhere near as bad as he had expected. Soon, after just five gentle thrusts, it had felt wonderful.

On the sixth thrust, Brush Stroke leant in and passionately kissed Dusk’s lips. Partly because he wanted so much to claim those pretty lips and partly to distract his mare from the seventh thrust. Bucking his hips harder, he forced himself in past his medial ring.

“MMmmMMMM!” Dusk’s squeal was muffled by the kiss, and once the ring was inside him he moaned even louder when Brush Stroke began to pump in and out of his tail-hole. “Yeeeeees! Buuuuuck me yes!”

Although Dusk’s words had been slurred and muffled by the intense kiss, there was no guess work needed to know what he had said – or screamed – and with another loving kiss, Brush Stroke picked up the speed of his thrusts for his own pleasure as he used the royal stallion’s sissy hole like he was rutting a pussy.

Full of lust and need, Dusk Melody moaned as Brush Stroke rutted him hard and fast. The artist carried on rutting him hard until, with an erratic thrust, the mid blue stallion hilted himself deep inside his mare’s anal cavity and emptied his balls, filling his bowels with his hot sticky seed. “AAaAH!” Both stallion’s screamed at the same time. ‘He just...in me...so hot!’

After staying inside him for a few moments, Brush Stroke’s ejaculate had diminished and, leaving Dusk with a rounded cum inflated belly, the earth pony slowly pulled out and reached for a towel to clean himself off. “Does my pretty little mare need her relief now?”

Immediately, Dusk Melody nodded very vigorously indeed, he almost came from being called a pretty little mare in that tone of voice. Smirking, Brush Stroke threw the towel on the bed. “You are so pretty begging me like that.” Dusk just blushed intensely and nodded even harder. He really wanted his relief now.

Grinning, but just to hide for now how very proud he was of his new lover, Brush Stroke straddled his bound mare again but this time instead of keeping himself elevated he sat down on his face, grinding his tail-hole onto his midnight blue muzzle as he leant forward and took his throbbing needy clit deep in his mouth.

With his Master’s asshole pressed into his face, Dusk took the hint and immediately he licked and swirled his tongue around his puckered hole as he continued to tease him by sucking and lapping until the whimpering pony was close to the edge again and, threatening to once again leave him. Only when Dusk moaned a begging moan did he go in for the kill to fill up on his seed, not wasting a drop.

As he came, and came very hard, Dusk screamed the loudest scream so far and even through asshole pressed into his muzzle, it was clearly audible. Brush Stroke didn’t pull off of the Prince’s cock until he had drank his fill. Once he had, he climbed off of his bound lover.

Smiling, full of pride at how well he had performed, Brush Stroke carefully untied the ropes around his hind legs and put them away in the closet. “Session is over, my pretty mare,” he smiled lovingly at the quivering pony on his bed. “Care to shower with me?”

“Uuuh...” Dusk didn’t move. Not straight away anyway. He was in a heady post-climax afterglow daze as he slowly came back down to earth. Stars and fireworks were still exploding across his eyes. “Oh wow...O-Oils that was...wow, just, wow!”

“Let's get cleaned up, shall we?” Snickering, Brush Stroke led his lover from the bedroom down the short hallway to the master bath. “You know I was going to push you till I found a limit. Next time, I’ll use my brushes…” He let that hang in the air as he pointed to the wide bathtub and getting together his mane and fur shampoos and conditioners from the shelf. “So, anything you expected and didn't get or got that you weren't expecting?”

As he got into the four stallion wide tub, Dusk giggled a most un-stallionlike giggle. “I wasn't expecting the break when you went to the living room...I was so ready to pop then and there. I was kinda expecting a collar though.”

Smiling, Brush Stroke got the shower going. “Innovation keeps the play interesting. Isolation is a part of the game and it was only ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes?” Dusk couldn’t believe that. “It felt like twenty five...wow...really, ten minutes? I didn't know what you'd do if I went limp.”

“Most likely try to beat a little life into you.”

“Heh...I was a little afraid you'd lock it down, not that that was ever gonna be a problem.” The midnight blue pony kissed Brush Stroke’s lips under the steaming hot water of the shower. “You had me so horny.”

“Lock it down?” Brush Stroke chuckled and playfully swatted his lover’s nose with a hoof. “You've read too many odd books.”

Dusk murmured something incomprehensible under the hot water as he felt the dried drool, sweat and semen be washed away from his dark blue fur and charcoal grey mane and tail. “I've never worn one of those before.”

Brush Stroke got under the hot water and snuggled up very close. “Will there be another time?” he asked hopefully, not bothering to hide how eager he was for this new relationship to work.

‘Now that I've had a taste of that, how can I say no?’ Dusk thought to himself. Having been given a hoof-hold into this marvellous world, he wanted more. A lot more. “I ah, I'd really like there to be another time, and a time after that…”

Dusk trailed off to a happily contented silence as Brush Stroke went to work using his hooves to wash his back, moving in sensuous circles down to his tail. It was so unbelievably nice having somepony wash him down like this. He was a pretty mare being cleaned by his Master. “I do believe I'd like that too, Dusky.”

“Hmhmm…” Dusk murmured blissfully in the hot shower water as he was kissed and he returned the kiss. “Call me your pretty mare again, I kinda liked that.”

Another kiss followed that first one, and Brush Stroke wrapped his forelegs around Dusk’s neck. “Stay the night with me, my pretty, pretty little mare,” he whispered in the effeminate stallion’s ear, “I'd like some cuddles.” Tomorrow, Brush Stroke resolved to take his mare to the MiAC store, where he’d buy her a collar and a few dresses to properly show her off.

Life was good, at last.