Author's Note

Summary: Sunburst looks good in a suit, a little too good, in Starlight's opinion. He should know better than to tease his Mistress.

Warnings: Light bondage, Femdom, a tad bit of roleplay

Notes: Probably the most in character I've written Starlight. Hope you like it!

The Mistress and The Stallion

She knows it’s his birthday. And everything that she does should be for his benefit, but damn it, he looks good in a suit. He should know better than that.

Starlight could understand the need for formality today. Twilight and the rest of their friends decided to throw Sunburst a party, not just because he turned thirty, but because his achievements in the field of magic are finally being recognized, and now he’s a wizard in more than just name. He isn’t showing it, but he’s happier than he’s ever been, and a little prouder than he feels he should be, but Starlight disagrees. He earned this, his place among the great and the wise, and she’s incredibly proud of him.

This is why she should let him lead—let him take her and use her—because today is his day.

But then he comes out of his room wearing the suit.

This get-together is considered formal, but that’s never stopped him before—never stopped him from wearing his dorky capes and plain glasses—but he comes out in a full suit, blue shirt challenging his eyes to outshine the color, and his eyes winning. His posture is corrected, leaving him at his tallest, and the muscles of his chest press against the fabric of his dress shirt. The jacket only seems to bring attention to how broad his withers are, the muscles in his frame more noticeable in this get-up than when he’s naked. His hair, always disagreeable, does not disappoint, it flies wherever it sees fit, giving this put-together-looking stallion the sense of obliviousness that is so intrinsically Sunburst that her heart skyrockets underneath the black dress that decks her body, her eyes brimming with desire when she looks at him. His glasses flash when their eyes meet, and the pearly-white grin that follows tells her all that she needs to know.

He did this on purpose.

“You smug, infuriating, jerk.” She snarls and she leaps up from the couch, crossing the room in a few strides.

She grips the lapels of his jacket with her magic and pulls his mouth over hers. She’s unyielding, unrelenting in her familiar exploration of his mouth, passing the gates of his teeth, meeting his tongue with urgency. She’s already past the teasing; he’s done most of the work at this point. Her pink tongue rubs against his slowly, refusing to let him enter her mouth. Her hoof reaches out and grips a handful of his wild mane, tugging his head back.

He pulled away from her mouth with a hiss, his glasses askew, snarky blue eyes drowning in lust, his girlfriend knew his every button like the back of her hoof. Starlight smiles, licking her lips slowly, plans formulating in her head and the spark of mischief in her eyes glows brighter the more she meditates. Her magic curls around the silky black tie and she pulls him until he’s slouching again, and her lips can reach his ear.

“You really want to play this game with me?” She hisses, nipping the shell of his ear, and he shudders, trying to hide his reaction from her, but it’s impossible. She sees everything. Sunburst tries to answer, but the words die in his mouth, smothered by the choked moan that escapes when her teeth discover the skin of his neck, and she bites down into her Stallion. Her teeth may not be sharp, but she refuses to let go until she leaves a mark.

When she finally releases his skin and studies the angry red welt that would be impossible to hide, Starlight grins quite maliciously. She pulls his mane once more so that his mouth is back on hers, and his hoof slides over her withers, through the lacy black dress she’s wearing. She presses her body against his, feeling the muscle that’s outlined by his tailor suit as their bodies mold together, his tongue insistent on breaking past her barriers, to gain entry into her mouth.

She denies him, and Sunburst groans against her lips, he realizes that this would not be the last time she will deny him tonight. But it was his fault; he knew what he was getting into when he put on that suit.

Starlight pulls away abruptly, and yanks him towards the room, using his tie as a bridle. Sunburst follows her, every cell in his body screaming to do whatever she asks, he is too far gone, he relinquished control long ago.

Dimly he questions why she picked her room. For the most part, anytime they fooled around, it was in his room. It’s bigger, and it seemed that she preferred his bed over hers. He’s confused by the sudden switch up until she pulls him, slams the door behind her, places her hooves flat on his chest, and pushes him onto her bed. It’s smaller than his, and he miscalculated, slamming his head against the headboard.

Ow.

Starlight isn’t fucking around tonight.

She drapes her body over his before he has a chance to reconsider what he’s gotten himself into. She’s heat, a ball of searing fire when her lips press against his skin, where her thighs spread against his hips, where she exhales against his neck, where her tongue trails his collarbone. His hooves grip her hips, where she was paying careful attention to swivel her hips in just the right way that stole the air of his lungs and his reason.

Then the heat was gone, her body disappeared, and he whimpered, unsure of what happened. Standing by her dresser, Starlight giggles at the sound of his whimpers, her eyes scanning the wood of her bureau until she finds what she’s looking for among her clothes and toiletries. She pulled the fabric and held it behind her, so he could see.

The scoff that escapes him is almost endearing. “I thought you were the one supposed to be wearing it tonight.” His words are searing with snark, but he sounds breathless, the knowledge of what she had planned makes him painfully hard, and the grin she throws over her shoulder doesn’t help matters.

“I changed my mind,” is the only response she gives him before she slides out of her dress, the concoction of lace and silk pooling on the floor by her hooves, leaving her in her underwear.

His eyes travel up and down her body, memorizing and cataloging every inch of her skin like he’s never seen it before. Her desire surges forward at the unguarded want he displays on his usually shy features. Sunburst’s mouth is parted slightly, his breathing puffs out between his teeth, and his eyes don’t move from her body since she led him here. He wants her; the request is written all over his face. It was up to her to take what was hers.

She comes back to him, pulling him up by his tie until he’s sitting across from her. She says nothing, but he takes off his jacket and tosses it aside, his eyes never leaving hers. He starts undoing the buttons on his shirt, and Starlight puts a hoof on his chest to stop him. Leave it, she commands with the way her magic brushes his own aside, how her eyes change from blue to liquid sapphire, and the way her teeth scrape across her bottom lip, and Sunburst knows he’ll never be able to deny her anything. Ever.

He holds his hooves out to her, fetlocks crossed, his eyes placating, a small smirk on his face. She almost can’t believe, how easily he agrees, how underneath the lust in his eyes, there’s trust. More trust than she believes she deserves, or could even possibly understand, but there he is, the way he always is, with his hooves offered to her, a smile on his face. Her teeth dig back into the skin of her lip as she brings the silk scarf to his fetlocks, winding it around until it’s tightened, and she holds both his hooves in her own, her mouth meeting his quickly, pushing Sunburst onto his back.

He lays flat while she crawls on top of him, her hips already grinding against his, leading his bound hooves to the top of her headboard, hooking them there. She pauses and leans back to straddle her Stallion, taking the sight before her. His hooves are suspended in the air, bound by the white fabric that’s both delicate and strong, the white fabric that held her Stallion at her mercy, the sight of him so open and thrusting underneath her only served to increase the desire underneath her tail. A moan slips past her lips, and her Stallion smiles, a grin somewhat sweet and lecherous at the same time.

Her body leans over his again, kissing the mark she had bestowed earlier, following up with her tongue. Sunburst exhales slowly, his eyes screwed shut, his hips pressing against hers, unable to hold back his arousal, his need for her triumphant over his patience. Her hooves caress over the first button on his shirt, and she pops it off deftly with her magic, repeating the process until his shirt is open, and his chest is exposed to her. Her hooves splay across the golden fur, her manicured hooves dragging down his stomach slowly. Sunburst releases a breathy moan, muscles spasm under her keratin, body yielding to her just as completely as his spirit has.

Starlight trails her hooves over the white marks on his chest, spots of white fur that he keeps hidden with his cloak, they remind her of constellations, dotting his fur in seemingly random patterns, more noticeable where his heart is. She watches as his eyes screw shut and his mouth drops open, body quivering and hips grinding with much more insistence. She smirks before she repeats the action, but this time with her mouth. A true moan escapes the prison of his teeth, and his back arches from the bed, gibberish spilling from his lips, but the plea echoes in the silence. He’s begging her, pleading, he wants her so badly that it hurts.

But he can’t touch her.

He can’t touch his Mistress.

And it’s driving him insane.

She drags her body slowly downwards, coming to rest on his hips. She smirks against the fur of his barrel, petting him as she looks up at him. Sunburst’s eyes are lowered, hellbent on keeping his eyes on hers, lust pooling in his irises and darkening them. His mouth hangs open as he gasps for more air, trying to remember how to breathe as Starlight's breath brushes over his hardness.

The pace she sets is slow, her lips just barely brushing over his need, enjoying the euphoria that spills from his lips for the contact he so desperately craves. It makes her smile, the way he’s so hard for her, it makes her hot, knowing that he felt this for her, and only her. She turns away and makes a grand show of putting his coat and her dress away, folding them properly, taking off her jewelry, and tying her mane so it’s out of the way. They did have a party to attend after this, and she didn’t want the guest of honor showing up looking like he had been mauled by a manticore.

Too much.

Once the clothes and the jewelry are safely tucked away by her desk chair, she turns her attention back to her needy Stallion bound on her bed, nearly sobbing her name, too aroused to think straight. She decides that she’s tortured him enough, that the little stunt he pulled with the suit has been forgiven, and she was feeling merciful tonight. Not to mention that heat underneath her tail had grown into molten desire without her Stallion’s touch. She wants him, wants to touch him, wants him to touch her, but she doesn’t set him free. She’s making a point.

She’s the Mistress, he’s the Stallion.

He doesn’t lead her.

She settles herself over his legs, her hooves resting on his hips. She kisses his length with gentle touches, and he strains against the headboard, groaning through his clenched teeth, eyes shut tightly as he praises his Mistress, praises her tongue, her touch, her existence. She grins against his length, and she flattens her tongue against the head of his cock, licking the pearls of pre-cum beading down the head. Her Stallion chokes as she toys with him.

“Fuck, f-fuck Starlight,” he pants, forelegs strained against the wood of her headboard. “Your tongue, your tongue, fuck!”

Starlight only smiles far too innocently before she takes him into her mouth, humming around him. He bites his lip, trying to keep his cries down. He doesn’t want to deal with Trixie’s complaints tomorrow. But she flicks her tongue, and all thoughts of Trixie fly out of his mind, he’ll deal with her later because Starlight moans around his dick and his body begins to quake. “S-Staar. Starlight!” He moans. “Please Starlight, let me fuck you. P-Please. Starlight!” It’s the tone, the small whine at the end that makes her look up, that makes her throb with want, that wants to take the pain from his voice. She wants him to forget every word that isn’t her name.

She releases his dick with a pop, and she runs her tongue over her lips slowly, and Sunburst growls with his eyes screwed tight. “Please, Starlight, please.”

She crawls up to her Stallion and slides out of her underwear, his eyes glued to the skin she reveals. The small, sweet sigh she gives as the cool air meets her sex makes his nostrils flare, catching her scent, and his cock twitches when she smiles at him. “Please, Mistress, please!”

She moans with approval at that, and crawls up to her mate, straddling him quickly. Their hips grind and he howls, words spilling from his mouth, nonsense to those that don’t know him, but Starlight is well versed in this language, making sense of his half moans and choppy words. “So wet, so warm, you’re perfect, you’re beautiful.” She loves it when he talks like that—so open and honest—when he usually spends his time choosing his words slowly, overthinking everything. “I need you, I need to be inside you,” he moans, the silk that binds him to the bed straining against the wood and his skin. She moans and draws herself up on her knees, lining Sunburst’s cock with her entrance before she sinks down on her Stallion.

Instantly, he throws his head back with a cry, his voice raspy as he worships her with his chapped lips. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck Starlight, damn it, fuck.” He moans; he can’t stop talking, never wants to stop talking, to stop telling her how perfect she feels, how she’s wonderful, how warm she feels. “Thank you.” He breathes, as she sheaths into him completely, her own moan spilling from her lips. “Thank you, Mistress.”

His Mistress doesn’t answer, she just starts bouncing on her Stallion, just as desperate to find release, the pleasure building to almost uncomfortable levels, and she wants to see him come undone underneath her. She’s not disappointed. His fetlocks strain against the silk scarf and she hears a tear in the fabric, but it holds. His eyes flash as he stares at her, eyes lock on hers and she can’t look away, not that she wants to, not when he breathes more worship into the air between them. “I love you.”

“Sunburst,” she moans, picking up the pace, feeling the heat in her abdomen ignite, her panting turning into needy moans, and the keratin of her hooves dig into his skin. “You’re mine, Sunburst, do you understand?”

“Only yours,” he agrees, breathing haggard, eyes rolling into his head, her hips swiveling and bouncing frantically. “Always yours.”

“Always mine,” she cries out as her pace becomes less controlled and more frantic, running towards oblivion with him.

“Star, ‘m gonna—” he can barely get the words out, his back arching from the bed. Starlight bounces against him harder, a scream slipping from her throat as she does.

“Come for me, Sunburst!” She whimpers, her own body contorting with pleasure, the fire in her blood searing to its hottest point.

Sunburst’s muscles contract inside her, he throws his head back again and roars, his orgasm hitting him hard, knocking the breath out of him. He tries to keep it down, but it’s impossible, he can’t find the sense to care. His rapture is what sends Starlight over the edge as well, her release spilling over her like a waterfall, her back arching and a violent tremor wracking her body as he fills her. She had never felt this full, this satisfied, this complete, than with him.

The pleasure ebbs away like the tide and Starlight falls onto Sunburst, boneless, a pile of nerves and quivering flesh. Sunburst is not much better, he’s panting, his eyes closed, and his glasses missing, but his satisfied smile shows that he really doesn’t care.

“Star,” he slurs, and her ear twitches at the sound. “L’mme go?” he asks, still completely subservient to his Mistress.

Without raising her head, her horn glows like a dim lightbulb and the silk slips away from his fetlocks, freeing him. The first thing he does with his freedom is wrap his hooves around her, pulling her closer, tracing the curve of her back, the other bringing her mouth to his, trying to make up for the touching he had been unable to do.

His shoulders burned with pain, his fetlocks throbbed, the exhaustion settling into his bones and he wanted nothing more than to crawl under the sheets with Starlight and sleep. But his eyes settle on the clock over her nightstand, realizing he’s already twenty minutes late to the party, Starlight has successfully undone all the grooming and makeup she applied on herself, but Sunburst is too tired to care. Starlight, unfortunately, eyes the clock too, and groans, pulling herself up. “Come on, we got to hurry.”

“If you’re thinking of spending another hour to get ready—”

“I’ll just throw the dress back on,” she winks at her boyfriend. “You, on the other hoof, have to change."

He groans again, the idea of having to watch his girlfriend interacting with her friends like nothing was wrong, while the memory of her riding him into completion still fresh on his mind turned him on more than he thought it would. “I just wanted to wear my suit and look decent for once.”

“Yeah, well, you should know better by now.”