Hearth's Warming had finally arrived, and Andante and North were spending the day together. The rock star had just come home a few days before from a long winter tour, so the break was well needed. Now she sat on the couch, curled up under a blanket beside her husband. In her hands was a long yet slender black box, tied closed with a white ribbon. “For you,” she remarked with a soft grin.
One of the stallion's eyebrows arched, but he had no look of confusion on his face as smirked back, taking the box from her. “I'm surprised. You actually went out of your way to get me a gift instead of just giving me something you got from one of your fans.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she scoffed. “Just open it, you dolt.”
He did so, smiling at what he retrieved from it. It was at antique pocket watch, suspended from a long golden chain. Its shiny face glistened as the glow from the Christmas tree lights danced on it. He held it up to his ear, hearing the faint ticking sound as the watch’s second hand moved in a never-ending circle. “It's beautiful. Thank you, love.”
Her smile grew brighter for a second, then her eyes shifted to the side as she twiddled her thumbs shyly. “So, um...I was wondering if... maybe…” She trailed off, obviously too embarrassed to ask what she wanted to.
He placed a hand onto her shoulder out of sympathy. “It's ok, Anne. You can tell me.”
Glancing up at him, some of her confidence returned. “I was wondering if maybe we could spend the night a bit... differently.”
The eyebrow raised once again, and North leaned forward, letting his eyes lock onto her’s as his voice lowered slightly. “What do you have in mind?”
“I don't know...why don't you decide?”
At this, the unicorn could practically hear his alter ego scratching relentlessly at the box he was encased in. “Mmm, I think Orion has something planned already. But, that's only if you think you can handle it…”
The pegasus nodded once. “ 'Handle’ is a loose term. I think can tolerate whatever his devious little mind can come up with.”
North felt himself getting pulled into the depths of his mind, drawing ever so closer to the metal crate that held said ego. His mental projection snorted before yanking off the chains that kept the box shut. “I don't know what you're up to, and I’ll only tell you once not to hurt her. I know how aggressive you can get.”
The other smirked slyly. “Please. The only thing I’ll be hurting is her tight snatch when I'm pounding into her while she's begging me to fill her. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
North’s eyes rolled, yet he moved past Orion to place himself into the box, ducking quickly before the heavy lid were to crash onto his head. He sighed softly, curling up as the other took over his body.
A light lit up the large space as the pair entered the basement. Orion hadn't lost his grin as he led the mare to a stool that was behind a mirror. After gesturing for her to sit, he went over to a nearby table, reaching under it to retrieve a few items. “Go ahead and strip for me, unless you want me to do it for you.” The mental image made her blush, yet she didn't hesitate in obliging, taking off her sweater first. She could feel his gaze on her back as she pulled her pants down, flagging her tail in the process. She began to remove her black bra when she gasped as something was suddenly wrapped around her neck, hearing a click behind her head.
Looking into the mirror, her eyes widened at the sight of Orion standing behind her, red eyes gleaming as they admired the new accessory that she was wearing: a black collar, set with numerous silver spikes. “It suits you, mi corazon.” His lips trickled down to her right shoulder blade, biting and sucking at the tanned skin until it left a mark. Pulling her lace panties off, he then ground his hips roughly against her rear, the thick fabric of his jeans scratching at her sensitive flesh. All the while, a finger pumped itself in and out of her folds, setting her loins into a needy blaze. The pegasus planted her hooves on either side of the stool, trying not to fall off of it the unicorn continued his movements. Suddenly he stopped, causing her to whine in desperation. He paid her no mind, however, instead pulling her up to a standing position and having her stand on top of said stool.
Her eyes widened once again as he retrieved a pair of handcuffs and a lasso of rope from the table, clicking the cuffs around her wrists and tying one end of the rope to its chain. The rest of the rope was thrown over a metal pipe, to which he wrapped it around a few times before trying a few knots at the other end. Putting the stool aside, he stepped back to examine the mare suspended in the air like a piece of meat on a hook. “Hmm...so many things to play with… what should I do first?”
His thoughts were interrupted by a faint tapping at the basement's only window. Using his magic to pull it open, Anne gasped at who she saw come through.
“P-Princess Evening?,” she stammered, extending her wings to quickly cover as much of her body as she could from the princess of the stars. When she got a better look at the other mare though, said wings began to throb without her control. A black bodysuit clung to the bat pony's curves, the cups of the bra piece defining her amethyst colored breasts. Fishnet stockings adorned her thighs, squeezing them tightly. She had a collar of her own around her neck, her’s blue in color. Her golden eyes only seemed to twinkle as she grinned.
“Your hubby's ego over there asked me to do him a favor. I couldn't resist.”
Orion, in the middle of the short conversation, had stripped down to his boxers, picking up other object and running a hand along it. It was a signal whip, its black handle smooth against his fingers. Glaring at Evening, he cracked it in her direction, then again behind the other mare. The princess bowed her head, going to the spot she was ordered to without a word. Anne began to ask what was going on, but was silenced as a metal bit was pushed into her mouth, the ends hooking around her collar. This caused her to have to keep her head straight, as the slightest turn would shove the bit in deeper.
“Now you are going to do everything I say, or no rewards for either of you. Am I clear?,” the stallion inquired, glancing between them.
“Yes, Sir,” Evening said curtly and with an ounce of confidence, wincing as the whip snapped again, this time grazing her ankle.
“Let’s try that again. I said, 'Am I clear?’,” Orion growled, coming in closer until their bodies nearly touched.
The mare whimpered submissively. “Y-Yes. Sir.”
“Good. Now remove her bra, slowly.”
She did so, reaching up to pinch at Anne's now exposed nipples once it was off. The female grunted, trying to writhe out of the other's grip, only to have the sensitive nubs be pinched harder. She whined, finally letting her body go slack. Evening's soft hands cupped the warm breasts, kneading into them as if they were pieces of dough. Her eyes shifted to the male as he moved to stand in front of her. He poked around her opening lower lips with the handle of the whip, making her squirm. Backing up a step, the whip was cracked, and the princess removed her hands from where they groped and fondled. “I think she's ready, don't you? Prep her for me.”
“As you wish, Sir.” She didn't hesitate to plunge her tongue into the other, swirling it around as she tasted her. Anne’s muffled cry escaped as her tail thrashed around, her legs closing around the bat pony's head as she pushed her hips forward. She was on the brink of climaxing when Orion pulled her teaser off, replacing the warm tongue with a cold metal plug, shocking her body into relaxing as she clenched down around it. He then proceeded to shed his boxers, revealing the hard on that had been pitching a tent in them earlier. Ushering Evening over, he spun her around, unzipping her bodysuit.
“You’ve been a good girl, Evening. Do you want your reward?”
She could only nod, as she was panting at the feeling of his length rubbing against the small of her back. His horn glowed, slowly pulling out the plug from the hanging pegasus before inserting it into the bat pony's backside, ignoring her cries of pain and soon, pleasure. His aura shone a bit brighter as he conjured a pair of transparent hands, using one to pull her damp folds open, and the other to slowly push into her. She turned into a trembling, moaning mess, her body slumping onto the floor and her wings fluttering uncontrollably. He pulled her up to a sitting position, forcing the plug in deeper. She gripped his arms as her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opening in a soundless scream as her body convulsed, her excretions soaking the bottom half of the bodysuit, trickling down her thighs before settling on the floor underneath her. Anne couldn't help but become aroused at the display, stroking herself with her tail. Orion noticed, however, and after setting the other mare down, went over to her. Yelping as her tail was yanked back, she shuddered as he growled.
“Did I say you could touch yourself? No I did not. Maybe I should punish you for that. Do you think you should be punished?”
Slightly frightened, she nodded with as little movement as she could muster, as the bit in her mouth dug into her tongue. He snorted before thrusting up into her rear, causing tears to spring into her eyes as he stretched out its walls. It hurt, but she couldn't ignore the slightest bit of satisfaction as her winking clit repeatedly slammed against his lower stomach, her legs shaking. His pace sped up, and his fingers seized her hips to hold her steady while his kept moving. The mare’s head lowered as her eyes gleamed, her wings tensing as she heat she held was discharged, her fingers curling into fists as he followed soon after, each spurt deposited directly into her tract. Pulling out slowly, he reached up to open the cuffs, catching her as she fell limply forward. “Easy now. You did good, mi flora bonita.” The pegasus nodded tiredly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he undid the collar and removed the bit. Nuzzling him affectionately, she mumbled something that he didn't quite catch. “Come again?”
“I…asked if we could do this again sometime. I liked it more than I care to admit…”
The stallion put on his signature smirk, glancing over at Evening while leaning forward to kiss her forehead. The princess was out like a light, her tail twitching occasionally as the silvery end of the plug still protruded from her body. “Only if she's interested.”