Spike At Your Service

Spike blushed while he definitely observed the antics between others.

Tempest had been chatting with the dog lady for a few minutes now while everyone else had moved to mingle. Almost immediately a pretty submissive from the Twins had been allowed over to see the crow-skull mistress's singular lavender stallion, tackling him with a kiss the second they got into range. Spike blushed a little more when the lavender stallion immediately took control and pushed the Twin's submissive down, and saw the nice skirted dress they wore was lewdly tenting, giving him the answer as to the sex.

Looking elsewhere as the heat in his middle grew he focused on other seating areas to find he couldn't escape similar situations where submissives from other parties met with those they knew, and mostly became entangled. He did note there was seemingly no actual sex, oral or otherwise, at least not yet. Perhaps that wasn't allowed at this juncture. Glancing up at Tempest he saw she was still conversing with the dog lady, as if the spectacle was completely standard fare, and then turned his view to Aurora, jolting a little as he met her annoyed gaze from the other side of Tempest's throne.

She was clearly peeved that she wasn't being allowed to mingle the same as the others. Spike gave her a meek smile in some way of apology anyway, even though she'd brought her punishment upon herself in the first place. It was unfortunate, but she was stuck here until he was allowed to explore, if he wanted to, that was. Of course that was only after a half-hour of observation had passed, which he suspected was partly to build up his excitement and mostly as a general exercise of Tempest's will.

Time dragged on almost cruelly as he watched numerous scenes play out, he was quite erect from the lewdity on display and found himself rather embarrassed, quite glad that his kneeling meant it wasn't too visible. The wonderous outfit he wore exacerbated what was naturally large, and that extended to the contents of his underwear. The fitted thong was tauter than it was before yet still accommodated him perfectly, and he knew the enchanted faleath was overly presenting his endowment, making him very self conscious.

He looked elsewhere as another of the Twin's pale androgynous submissives, a pegasus, had already flown over to the silvery gryphoness laying at the throne of the imposing war-like gryphon Dominant. The gryphoness had swiftly engaged, hiking up pegasus' skirt to reveal that she was a mare with some hefty teats, of which were promptly fondled. The giggling and laughter from the both told Spike that this was probably a common occurrence for them, the gryphon Dominant certainly didn't seem to mind the show.

There wasn't anywhere he could look without seeing something overbearingly erotic. Instead, he simply decided to look at the floor and listen to conversations, if indeed he could hear anything over the giggles and blushes many were making between it all. Spike felt a poke in his side almost immediately, glancing at the dissipating teal magic and up to see Tempest playfully regarding him with a knowing eye.

Right, observation, so, no looking away then...

"Sorry, Mistress."

Tempest grinned wolfishly. "If it happens again I'll make you stand up and whip your weapon out."

"Y-yes, Mistress," he stammered.

Spike was pretty sure he didn't want that level of attention, mostly. Tempest didn't want him engaging with others in a sexual manner by himself, but if they started coming over for a personal chat after he was made to show off... he had no disillusions that she'd quite enjoy if some of the males ─the prettier ones especially─ also wanted to play a little while she oversaw it.

And he wasn't sure he'd be able to say no, like Tempest had predicted. Not even out of a wish to make others happy, just in that he was curious after all. It was probably best not to set off that particular landmine just yet, at least, not this early into things. Maybe.

Compelled, his eyes wandered again, glancing over two groups further out that had merged and who were thankfully a little less wanton in their actions. They were still very close and affectionate, however it seemed there wasn't anything explicit happening beyond kisses. He found himself intrigued as one of the group's Dominants and its submissives were kirin, and he'd never seen many of them around as their homeland lay to the far east of Equestria. The whole merger consisted primarily of ponies, but he saw a gryphon or two in there as well as a zebra, another rarity of a species around Canterlot especially.

He felt he could be happy to simply watch that congregation for a majority of his time, and some fair amount had passed so he might get there, though that wasn't apparently on the menu as he felt himself tapped again. A small surge of worry shot up that he'd done something else wrong, though he looked back to see Tempest smiling and indicating elsewhere.

Turning his head forward again, he saw Chit standing off to one side.

Oh! He'd been tunnel-visioning. Spike couldn't speak first, so he simply gave her a genial smile instead. Chit returned it, her pretty cyan compound eyes scanning over him with a slight coy pout then adorning her features before she looked at Tempest.

"Miss Spitfire, would you mind if I was to sit with Ruby? I would so love to spend some time with him if you would allow it." Chit asked politely. "And if he wants."

Tempest's expression became almost conspiratorial. "I don't mind at all, and I'm sure he doesn't either, be gentle won't you?"

Spike felt a rise of emotion as Chit then snapped her attention onto him with a predatory look he was more accustomed to seeing on Tempest. She was correct, he really didn't mind one bit. Chit stepped towards him gracefully with a gentle flutter of her gossamer wings. Her gait was positioned in such a way that her hefty teats were visible with every swing of her hips, her form entirely hypnotic. Chit was almost dancing, came the prevailing thought in Spike's mind as she deftly spun on the spot, Spike's face burning as her spread vulva came into view rather suddenly. Fascinated eyes gladly took in the mouth-watering sight along with the wonderful bounce of her heavy teats before she then sat down into his lap just as fast as she'd turned.

His chest fluttered as her comfortable weight was perfectly positioned, so that her sex rested upon his tenting erection, almost teasing in. Chit was so wet that within a moment his faleath thong was slick with her feminine arousal, it was a very pleasant scent to his nose. Apparently, female changelings smelled very different to ponies. Her wings settled as she snuggled back into his chest, just small enough that she could look up, and he could look down into her eyes.

"Hello, Ruby. You are so very lovely, I just had to get closer to you." Chit murmured, wiggling her plump bottom. Spike was just a little lost for words as the pleasurable movement of her vulva against his rigid length made him involuntarily throb. He could feel what was undoubtedly the presence of her puffy ponut squishing below his navel, her short tail now unpinned was positioned to the side. "Aha, you are happy to see me."

"You're... very forward." Spike managed with a flush.

Chit's response was to giggle and rest her head inward against his shoulder. "Yes. Would you hold me, Ruby?"

There was only a slight hesitancy from the surprise he felt. Slowly raising his arms and sliding them under her forelegs, he was quite awed at just how soft she was to the touch. Spike would have believed changelings were rather firm and unyielding, yet the pliability of her backside and the delicateness of her skin said very differently. In a way he actually supposed changelings were similar to dragons in regards to their bodies, chitin too, as the shiny defensive plates and Chit's skin were as velvety as his scales were. A slight variation of their texture perhaps, yet it was all perfectly malleable and yielding. It was an odd thing to not have a coat of fur, at least for a pony, and somehow still be silky smooth like there was a very fine coat present. The smoky chitin plates were both at once firm and supple, like some kind of resin, though he suspected that they were probably nearly as tough as his scales.

Spike carefully rested his hands just below her chest at her flanks, her sizable teats barely an inch lower at the cusp of her barrel. His heart ticked up as he looked over her shoulder, eyes falling upon them in their sparse white faleath fit, the flesh barely secure and gently bulging around the material, the subtle light-green of her areola peeking out from either side and her thick nipples straining their wish to be free. Flicking his eyes back up as he heard her hum in amusement, he met her gaze with a teasing smirk formed on her muzzle.

"I do not mind if you would like to touch me," she whispered softly, her breath tickling his neck as she nuzzled under his chin. "I would encourage it, and enjoy it."

He wasn't used to being given such a free reign, he was much more used to serving. Being given such attention from a mare that wasn't Tempest was also rather novel, bizarre, and interesting. It was also very nice to be desired as he didn't much feel that it happened all that often. Sure, he got groped at work sometimes, and Button Up and Gaillerdet had a habit of insinuating things alongside their groping, and he did get touched by mares and stallions too, but did that really mean... hmm. Maybe it did happen more often than he considered.

Spike figured he was a bit too strange for most others as he certainly never used to get this from anypony at all, he wasn't really in the mindset of being, what, alluring? Was he really that attractive to people? The workplace was just often tense for his co-workers, being affectionate and hooves-on was simply a way to relax and ease that tension, him being a sort of office stress-reliever. Was that what a true sort of desire was? He didn't quite feel it the same as how Tempest often desired him.

It would be very odd to suddenly believe himself to be desirable to that degree, if indeed a tad narcissistic. The idea of having that kind of ego rubbed him wrong, it would be similar to the type of vain pony that Shadowmane was and it didn't suit him in the slightest. At most, he might let it settle as a sort of afterthought.

"Chit..." Spike began, wondering how it might sound before he asked. "Am I... sexy to you?"

Chit's muzzle coyly edged up. "Incredibly so."

He blinked. "Why?"

"What do you mean?" Chit blinked in return, just as puzzled. "Look at you, nouvelle."

"I do. I'm not anything special."

"If you think that, you are very silly," she giggled, her lips gently pressing against his cheek for a brief moment. "Miss Spitfire would not adore just anyone. My Master also likes you, I can see, and he does not like what is not interesting. You are glorious to watch."

Spike swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, he wasn't sure if having the attention of their host was a good thing or not. That aside, he was honestly certain that being singled out by Tempest had been more luck than anything else. Aurora was certainly special in her own way, he knew a little about her from his conversations with both her and Tempest and he could see why she had been chosen, once being distant and anti-social before having been softened up a bit. He couldn't imagine what she must have been like before given her attitude now, yet she was definitely unique in how she was with Tempest.

On the subject of himself, he could agree that a dragon was vastly different from the ponies that Tempest was commonly surrounded by, so in that regard he could see himself as unique enough to warrant some initial interest. Tempest did like him, and he liked her, there was a very mutual attraction and that was lovely, their dynamic worked well. Though, to say that he was special or unique in terms of attractiveness though, being exotic and alluring to catch the eye of powerful mares like Tempest...

Again, it felt oddly haughty and vain.

However, a compliment was a compliment.

"Thank you, Chit." Spike replied in her ear, brow gently pinched in careful acceptance.

Moving his thoughts away from the subject of himself, he directed his attention to the obvious beauty of the mare in his lap. There was no argument to be had on that front, Chit was as sexually pleasing as the most renowned of supermodels. A lightness in his chest, he carefully let his hands begin to massage the muscle of her flanks as they flared into her hips, gently running them down her croup towards her lovely rump. She gave a content hum as he teased the svelte flesh, almost growling her agreement as his hands squeezed at the musculature of her buttocks.

She was wonderfully curvaceous, almost more so than she'd looked earlier. He also felt that she was heavier than he had initially thought as she'd properly settled into his lap. She wasn't quite at Aurora's impressive level of ampleness, but that mattered little when his hands were so nicely full that he had to work to reach all of her equally. He highly appreciated a mare with foal-bearing hips, and Chit boasted quite the pelvis, so adding onto that general body shape was positively wonderful.

As he teased her body his cock strained again reflexively, brought on by a gentle bump pushing against him briefly, in haphazard sequence as her lower lips sought to clench at him despite the apparatus keeping her splayed. Spike couldn't help but smile as she giggled into neck, realising she was winking from the sensations he was giving her. Chit repositioned to find a more comfortable way to sit, though she could also have just been trying to tease him. Given that she was slowly rocking her hips and he could feel the partial parting and recontact of that thick ponut pushing against his lower abdomen, he'd certainly think that was the case.

Emboldened by her opinion of him, his soft digits ventured around from her bottom and caressed their way to her front, across her sleek navel and brushing over the apex of her weighty teats. She nosed at his chin and he glanced down, only for her to push her pillowy velvet lips to his and just as quickly invade his mouth with her long snaking tongue. Only caught off-guard for a brief moment before returning the kiss, he closed his eyes in enjoyment as he moved both hands down and somewhat under her large mammaries. Carefully, he kneaded and massaged the burgeoning orbs, Chit's minor elicitations tickling through their liplock.

Spike broke the kiss after a queer thought occurred, looking down at her wonderous teats and finding himself again pondering why they were much bigger than he'd first believed them to be. At the same time he came to realise that Chit once more felt a little heavier and her backend was larger in his lap, the warmth of her vulva and ponut on his scales covering more of an area than they had previously.

"Chit, are you... getting bigger?"

Chit knowingly grinned in response. "You are feeding me your love, Ruby."

Oh, right.

Tempest had said when they'd arrived that she would be happy to see Chit gain an excess, and of course changelings fed on emotions... Well, lust was certainly a form of love, he would agree. That gave him the curious wonder of just how curvy Chit could become if they kept this up. Despite his appearance Spike was still a dragon, lifting heavy things came as naturally to him as it did to earthen, if not more so. While certainly heavier, Chit was not unpleasant to hold in his lap, and it seemed that like him she did not gain weight in what would be considered bad places. Changeling and dragon magic were both strange and extremely beneficial.

Chit's thighs up to her gaskins had become thicker around, her croup, rump, and buttocks were all far larger, and her teats too by a greater amount. Her legs, chest, and barrel had all gained a light level of padding to compensate for her backside, making her appear fractionally more robust without lending to obesity at all. These areas had all become more defined, giving her the look of a very well-endowed athlete that had focused on greater calorie intake for building bodily endurance.

While Chit didn't rank upwards of Tempest's appearance on strength, and certainly not that of Applejack's, she certainly reminded him of Rainbow Dash's limber build that had been given some extra on the side. If Rainbow Dash was this bottom heavy. There was a lull as he stopped himself from laughing. She'd despise being so curvy for the sheer loss of speed and performance that was currently afforded to her, especially if her teats were this big.

Spike kissed Chit's neck while continuing his fondling of her size-expanded teats, managing to slip his hands under the taut faleath strips and catching the fat nipples contained within between his index and thumb. He carefully rolled them with a gentle pressure applied to coax more noise from Chit, and succeeded in making her quiver while she softly crooned into another kiss. His dick jumped and pushed into the open precipice of her slit, her continuous winking having made his lap a mess of her arousal. The only thing guarding her vulva from penetration was her vulgar metal device and his faleath thong.

"Hmm, I wonder how deeply you know your way around a mare?" Chit whispered after pulling back from their embrace, making his head spin with the implication. "I am sadly not allowed to experience you in that way, and I have to admit that you are the first male in a long time that is not my Master to make me feel like that."

Spike had a sudden flush of alarm. "I-I don't want to step on any hooves, least of all Master Nightfall's."

"Oh no, do not worry, my Master let me see you. It is simply that when it comes to having other males he has to have had them first, and I think he would like to have you if Miss Spitfire allows and you consent." Chit giggled, kissing him on the cheek as he burned at the salacious idea. "You are so very lovely, I just wanted to inform you of it and play a little, that I am allowed to do. You know I have never seen a boy dragon that looks as if he is a girl, it amazes me that it is possible."

"P-princess Twilight thinks it might be due to me being raised around mares all my life, and dragons take on traits of their surroundings," Spike quickly took the out he saw, shrugging as he calmed himself. He was grateful she moved on from the notion of being taken by Nightfall. "At least it's a leading theory, there's not much research into the topic."

"Well I am so very glad you are a boy, and have this," she said as her horn flared into a pale green hue, feeling his member being caringly gripped and squeezed. "It would be such a shame if you did not."

Chit fondled for a few seconds and teased some gasps from him, her magic smoothing under his foreskin and gliding across his glans, easy to do with him leaking pre. Stifling a moan as her corona held his compact purse of a scrotum and massaged, he was startled when she stroked over his backdoor as well. She released him from bondage after a short while of playing around, making his mighty cock throb almost painfully with need.

"Not yet, Ruby." Chit whispered, then turning her attention towards Tempest and talking at a normal volume. "Miss Spitfire, your nouvelle is so well behaved and polite. I am going to be very happy to call him kindred when he is ready."

Tempest idly lounged with a grin, having been observing the entire time. "Thank you, I don't think he has much longer to go in the grand scheme of things. If it's in the cards as well, then you'll find he really does deeply know his way around a mare."

The insinuation was quite apparent.

Chit got up to her hooves, and Spike couldn't keep his eyes from fixing upon the far thicker nub of flesh that flexed from her spread vulva as she winked. She smelled divine and he really wanted to bury his tongue inside of her, she likely tasted different to ponies too. A flick of her short tail and a glimpse of her engorged ponut, and she merrily trotted away with her differing gait back over towards Master Nightfall. Spike saw her take her place at Nightfall's side, and immediately engaged in a low conversation that he couldn't hear from where he was.

Was that bad or not? There was little time to ponder it as Tempest was commanding his attention again with a tap on his shoulder. She pointed her hoof when he glanced at her, and his head turned, eyes immediately snapping to the dog lady that was intently observing him through the crystal visor of her rounded helm as she leant over the armrest of her throne and looked down at him. Spike quickly looked up at Tempest for support.

Tempest offered him a smile. "She won't break you. Spike, this is Mistress Bougainvillaea. In case you hadn't guessed, she's a bush dog."

Spike had not guessed, actually. There were different types of... dog? Canine?

"Go on, you know how to say hello." Tempest whispered in his ear.

He took in a calming breath and got to his feet, willing his tail not to betray the miniscule level of agitation he felt, and swiftly stepped over until he stood before Bougainvillaea so he could set himself on the pillow in front of her throne. In all fairness, he was just as excited as he was fearful, he just didn't want to disappoint.

Bougainvillaea repositioned slightly and sat forward as he knelt down, her leather outfit creaking as she lifted the visor up with a gloved paw. With the way the clawed digits moved he'd not hesitate to think they were almost like hands as with dragons and minosan. Golden eyes pierced into Spike with a gaze that told him he was either going to be entertainment, or be dinner. He couldn't really make out much of Bougainvillaea's face beyond the eyes and snout, but her fur was sandy in hue, varying in shade slightly in different places across her body where it could be seen.

Much closer now, the scent of her outfit became readily apparent, and it really was proper leather. It lacked a certain chemical aspect that added a sharpness to the material for it to be faleath. Instead, the outfit carried an essence that had been present on a majority of ancient tomes from Twilight's library, mixed with oil balm for careful maintenance. It was unnerving as it didn't smell bad, in fact, it smelled quite nicer than faleath, and he really felt it shouldn't do. At the very least it was challenged by the aroma of desert roses, which seemed to be what he could perceive as coming from her, and it rather suited her leather-bound look.

Worrying clothing materials aside though, he liked her style. It was all quite tight around a very shapely and muscular form, and almost looked sprayed on with how it moulded to her body. He didn't let his eyes rest on her most obviously burgeoning aspect, though the jacket did appear as though it might burst open at any moment. A lot of the zips and belts he could see were probably superficial too, as he was fairly certain the buckles and plating on the boots didn't serve any practical purpose beyond heavy styling.

Bougainvillaea then stunned him by grasping the zip of her leather jacket and edging it down. He couldn't even blink before the metal link almost shot down by itself and her heaving breasts tumbled free. If he'd been crouching right before her, he probably would have been concussed by the force of them hitting his face. Reddening as his eyes fell upon the giant globes barely hidden by the jacket as they wobbled to rest, he tried to maintain his composure as his dick flexed within his thong, and she was certainly aware of it. She was wearing something underneath but it hardly mattered, the loose top was rather sheer and her broad areola were visible across each mighty breast even with the jacket covering them. They were a nice shade of dusky pink.

"How ya goin', Ruby?" Bougainvillaea grinned inside the helm, quite pleased with herself.

"I... uh..."

Bougainvillaea laughed, lightly reaching and tapping Tempest. "Nah, definitely broke 'im."

Spike recovered quickly, looking up at her face. "I-I'm fine, Miss. I hope you're well."

"Goin' alright, yeah," she nodded, leaning back on her throne again. "How's all this treatin' ya?"

The question was a very extensive one, he thought. "There's a lot I don't understand, and a lot I'm still learning, but I'm happy with my place in it, Miss."

"Good on ya, as long as you're learnin' an' havin' fun that's the main thing, aint it?" she said as she got comfortable again. "Even Dommies are still learnin' things, mate. Ain't like we're experts, unless we've been in the game for years."

Tempest spoke up with a smile. "Even then, no one is perfect."

Bougainvillaea nodded, suddenly snapping her digits and startling Spike. He was only confused for a moment, before one of Nightfall's many bodysuit-clad attendants, a tawny gryphoness, came over with a silver tray in her hands that held drinks. Bougainvillaea snatched a glass of something pale and fizzy that he could smell was alcoholic, and as the gryphoness went to walk away, gave the hen's bottom a gentle slap with the other paw.

Spike laughed as the gryphoness only wiggled her hips in response as she left.

"Spitfire, get Cinder over here, would ya?"

His finned ears raised at hearing Aurora's pseudonym, turning his head towards her as she too perked up from her observations at the mention of her chosen name. Aurora quickly rose without needing Tempest to prompt it ─she was apparently behaving for now─ and stepped around Tempest's throne, and Spike shuffled himself to one side as she moved beside him and stood before Bougainvillaea.

Being mute, Aurora bowed her head in way of greeting.

"Oh?" Bougainvillaea immediately noticed. "Cinder, you've been punished."

Aurora could only nod, a slight pink in her cheeks.

Bougainvillaea glanced at Tempest briefly. "Y'mind if I...?"

Tempest idly waved a hoof.

"Good stuff. Cinder, turn an' look at Master Ferngully over the way."

There was only a brief hesitation before Aurora complied, stepping around to face out towards the group that Spike had been paying attention to. He assumed Master Ferngully must have been the kirin, given where she was looking. As soon as Aurora had fully faced away, Bougainvillaea reached out with a great swoop and smacked Aurora upon her immense backside, both weighty cheeks and her faleath fit rippling as the impact caused everything to dance. Spike jumped at the sudden move being so close, and though the sound of the impact was somewhat lost in the general din of light music and conversation further out, it did turn heads from those closest. The Dominants from the dais and their submissives found much amusement in it, many submissives around them simply giggling to themselves as they rested in their places. Even the Twins who looked so composed and statuesque were smiling into their hooves.

Spike could see Aurora was shocked and mortified, her expression reddening in anger as she cried out from the embarrassment of being seen by so many others. He could sympathise quite a bit as he certainly wouldn't want to be punished in front of everyone like this. He reached out and placed a hand on her flank to comfort her, and she looked at him, with a strangely bewildered stare as if what he was doing was unnecessary. That struck him as mightily confusing. Aurora's face scrunched up then as Bougainvillaea levelled another heavy slap on the opposite cheek and she loosed a quiet gasp of pain, gently biting her bottom lip with tears threatening the edges of her vision. Bougainvillaea laughed as she gave the slowly reddening areas a gentle pat before resting back in her throne.

Perhaps it was a bit too excessive, and Spike glanced at Tempest as she sat back thinking she might have thought the same, though instead she was serenely smiling at Aurora. When she caught Spike's concerned expression, she smiled at him too.

"Don't worry, Ruby, Cinder's handled much more than this." Tempest assured.

Well... if Tempest said so?

Spike knew she'd never do anything to cause harm to them both. He understood Aurora was obviously fiery tempered, and knew that she was quick to remove herself from situations she disliked around the office before she ended up fighting with others. Yet, she was still standing there dutifully, her bodacious rear trembling slightly as she breathed to keep her composure, so he supposed it was at least partly consensual. They had safewords for a reason, after all.

"Hm. Think she's been punished enough for now, Tee?" Bougainvillaea said to Tempest, who frowned under her mask at Bougainvillaea for the apparent nickname. "You were sayin' how these two aint really been together in these sorts of situations, right? Maybe they should do some bonding, eh?"

Tempest almost immediately moved past the close use of her real name as she sat up a little straighter. "I did consider it, yes. Though I do think these things should be done between submissives at their own pace."

"No harm in givin' 'em a bit of a push, I say." Bougainvillaea grinned.

Tempest's eyes flicked between Spike and Aurora for a second or two, Spike feeling a little tremour pass through his inguine as he caught onto what was being proposed. No matter the level, intimacy was intimacy, and he hadn't actually touched Aurora before this moment, not in that way. He would pass things to her, and she'd taken them via her magic. Until coming here to the party, he and Aurora hadn't ever even been mostly naked like this in front of one another either. When they had worked together on things for Tempest there was brief conversation sometimes and a sort of working rapport, but she always gave him intense looks of scrutiny that made him feel judged. He liked her well enough regardless of it, though he had always assumed that his activities and her activities with Tempest were going to pretty much remain indefinitely separate.

He supposed that might be about to change. It was good but it worried him a bit.

"Cinder," Tempest began. Aurora's attention snapping to their Mistress immediately as she looked over her shoulder. "Why don't you get comfortable next to Ruby, just comfortable. I know you're still feeling out of sorts with the general shift, however, it's more than possible to build rapport."

Spike wasn't sure what that meant at all, was Aurora... unhappy that he was with Tempest too? Aurora didn't comply at first, and Tempest frowned at her. It was enough that Aurora turned forward and fixed him with a look from within the dark crystal surround of her mask that he couldn't help but wither under, and almost as fast she snapped around back to Tempest. Unable to speak, she only gestured in an annoyed manner.

"Yes, I know, yet there's only so much I can impart without affecting the dynamic between the two of you," Tempest sighed. "This is a bridge you will need to cross, I won't force it."

They shared a dynamic? What?

Aurora stood still and pouted before breathing out and nodding, and she stepped around on her hooves until she was positioned towards Bougainvillaea, then sitting down on the pillow beneath her. Her massive bottom squished out on the silk while her tail positioned behind her, the reddish parts where she'd been slapped already beginning to fade a little, though they were still noticeable given her current lack of cutie markings. He glanced at her and their eyes met as she turned his way. Spike didn't flinch too heavily this time as her glare wasn't as intense, it didn't mean of course that his worry wasn't present. He wanted to interact and clearly that must have been her goal, however it was hard when he was sure Aurora probably wanted to punch him. She was still scrutinising him for some reason he couldn't really discern, and he wanted to ask directly, but... it wouldn't be polite to quarrel, not in front of Tempest.

Instead, he gently lowered his head and focused his attention towards Bougainvillaea.

"Don't look at me, mate," Bougainvillaea scoffed. "There's a lovely mare next to ya that's obviously wantin-"

"Attention, please."

The words were loud and clear, sounding across the ballroom. Bougainvillaea swiftly quieted and her focus switched to Nightfall, as did everyone else's. Spike turned his head to look at their host upon his throne. The band's instruments ceased as bows lowered from cellos and talons rested on strings, while conversations hushed and silence fell.

"Wonderful." Nightfall smiled, his faceless geometrically patterned mask glinting as he sat up from resting. "I hope you've all settled rather comfortably, perhaps enjoyed a drink? I've no doubt that the nouveau are wondering what comes next," he paused as there came a few chuckles and laughs from those in the know. "Well, I'm not one for keeping too much suspense. I've taken the liberty of reaching out to upcoming talent as most know I'm wont to do, and I have found what might just be a mainstay for our future get togethers. Personally I prefer something more traditional, but I'm not averse to the contemporary. Let's see what everyone else makes of them, shall we?"

Spike's vision was pulled towards the stage, shuffling himself around as the members with their many instruments disappeared in another theatrical flash, and the lighting of the ballroom subtly lowered as from the rising dusky smoke, several hooves stepped forward. The crystal light around the stage took on a moody appearance as the smoke began to disperse, and a low synthesised beat began to fade in and tick up as a troupe of dancers started to perform. They were a mix of ponies, earthen, unicorn, and pegasi alike, all donning tight silky purple bodysuits that were almost akin to a Wonderbolt's uniform, if a tad more risqué and partly translucent to show off their fit bodies underneath.

It went slowly at first, their movements sweeping calmly with the soft wave of sound that was modulated to rise and fall. The beat in the background was amping up as the main synth did, and they danced in an established choreograph until it reached a peak. There was a split-second of pause as they froze while the music tapered off and the lights flashed, until Spike grinned as the much heavier back-beat came into play in an instant, and their synchronised dance grew almost wild as the tune turned into something he'd expect would be right at home in a nightclub, along with the accompanying light show that followed.

This thrumming synthwave was the sort of thing he really liked listening to on his long shifts to put a kick in his step. His flared hips were gently bumping with the music, his tail likewise tapping at the spade.

He felt himself nudged, and he tore his gaze away from the impressive display to see Aurora looking at him with a hint of a relaxed smile, even if it seemed a bit strained. A smile at him was uncharacteristic for her, it threw him off with a gentle flutter through his chest though he gave her one back quite happily, it was a nice change to being glared at. What he didn't further anticipate was her shuffling a little closer to him, which made his nerves jitter with their proximity. Spike did his best to focus on the show, though there was an element of confusion as he wasn't sure what Aurora's intentions were. Extending an olive branch? Or was this simply because Tempest ordered her to get closer? In any case, it wasn't something to snub.

Moving gently, he let his thick tail reposition so it rested just around Aurora at her haunches, slipping it under her tail so that it wasn't pinned. He was quite mindful not to let it push up too far against her marely bits that were precariously contained in her wonderfully tight faleath fit, he wasn't wanting to give her the wrong idea. Some part of his mind wondered if it would actually be the right idea, though that thought was quickly squashed. He gave her a gentle squeeze with the appendage on her other side to imply that her getting closer was appreciated, and returned his attention to the dance troupe.

Spike side-glanced her every now and then, slightly curious as to what Aurora would do, but she seemed content to be as close as she was. He didn't feel like he was overstepping any boundaries either, as she hadn't glared at him for where his tail was resting and her tail had actually moved and wrapped around his. He couldn't help but keep stealing glances, she really was very pretty. Spike had always found that it was actually rather difficult to find an unattractive mare, almost seeming as if they only had slightly differing levels of just how beautiful they could look.

Unlike Tempest with her almost alicornic features, Aurora had a partially more rounded muzzle and jaw just as the girls might have, though her nose was almost pointed like he'd seen on a few Canterlot nobles. It seemed to him that it was inherently the upper class that possessed sharper features, which for Aurora was an interesting contrast to the rest of her body which was all luscious curvature. Then again, the Princesses both had divine curves and they were as noble as it got.

As he and Aurora had never really spoken on such subjects, he wasn't sure about her background to that degree. He supposed it was entirely possible. Going by conversations with Tempest, Aurora had lived here in Canterlot before either she or Spike had come to stay. He shouldn't let his imagination get away from him, though, it wasn't as if sharper features automatically lent to nobility.

Spike blinked as he was poked by a hoof, Aurora giving him a questioning glower, and he realised he'd been staring at her like an idiot. Lately he was far too often getting lost in his own head.

"S-sorry, just thinking." Spike whispered, turning back to watching the show.

The performance was wrapping up, the beat winding down into longer pulses of synth that almost flowed into a drone, tapering off with the dancers' slower movements. Spike joined in with the heavy applause that followed as they all took a bow, hands and paws clapping and hooves gently stomping. He'd really liked that, feeling he might need to keep an ear out if that track ever hit the shops, it could certainly join the collection on his gem-player.

As the applause quietened down, Nightfall spoke up.

"I would say that was received very well," he smiled, giving a nod to the stage. "My praises to the choreography especially. Now then..."

Quickly breathing from their exertion, the dancers positively glowed at the welcome reception before they disappeared in another flash and cloud of hazy smoke, and the stage then suddenly became... interesting. Spike blinked as he saw a long bundle of silks lower in place that he wanted to say had been done purposely so they could be sat in. The trailing material vanished into the ceiling into what he thought might be a body of water, it shimmered like one and was rather lovely, making light reflect through the crystal around his peripherals. There was a low level of amused laughter through the room at the sudden appearance of the hanging silks while the smoke on the stage fully dispersed, a slow tempo of piano and violin gently playing in the background.

"...Most will recognise this, of course, new faces will not. For those brave enough amongst them, the nouveau should introduce themselves properly, as a bit of fun." Nightfall grinned charmingly. "Sit down, and we'll play a small game."

Spike looked back at Tempest with a hint of worry through the continued merriment from Nightfall's statement, and she waved a hoof to placate him. Thankfully he wasn't getting thrown into the deep end, at least not yet. Though as Aurora followed suit and turned with him to see why he'd done so, Tempest's expression became intent.

"Ruby, come here, next to me."

His eyes flicking to Aurora for a moment, Spike got up and repositioned. Tempest shifted her gaze from him as he settled onto his first pillow beside her throne between her and Bougainvillaea, and back to Aurora, who was starting to squirm as Tempest continued to focus on her.

"And Cinder," she addressed with a smirk. "Wait right there."

With a brief flash of her horn, she cleared her throat in a polite manner, the sound having been heightened in volume much the way Nightfall's voice was. Spike shrunk inward and was rather glad his ornate mask made him slightly more hidden as all eyes turned towards the dais and Tempest herself, while Nightfall gave an amused hum.

"Spitfire? You have something to add?"

Tempest's smirk became playful. "Just that I believe the nouveau could use an example of what to expect from this particular game. Cinder has volunteered to show them."

Aurora flushed at being put on the spot. She didn't speak a word of course, but her embarrassment was palpable, fidgeting as many eyes switched from Tempest and onto her instead. Her tail twitched in agitation as there came a wolf whistle and a few pleased cheers from further out in the other seating areas.

"Go on, Cinder. Go play." Tempest purred, chuckling to herself when her horn stopped glowing.

Spike watched as Aurora twitched in annoyance, looking as if she was on the verge of exploding at their Mistress, her eyes wide, but she shuddered with a breathy nod and faced about. Slowly standing up, she began to walk towards the stage as the cheers increased over the low music, and Spike couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

It was all the more odd that Tempest was grinning so much.

"M-mistress?" Spike spoke up, Tempest looking down at his concerned voice. "I don't, uh... She's not..."

Tempest knew why he was worried. "Don't fret, she's more than happy to do it. If I told you to go up on stage, would you do it too?"

"Yes, Mistress." Spike nodded immediately.

She tilted her head slightly. "Oh? You'd be happy with that?"

"N-not fully, but..." he kept her gaze. "I would obey you, Mistress."

Tempest chuckled, a caring smile on her muzzle. "You're both quite similar in that regard, though you do certainly take it a step further. I've already told you, I will not push you to do things you aren't comfortable with, though. That's not what a good Dominant is meant to do with their submissives." She leant down a little further to his finned ear, whispering. "I might still be feeling out just where your limits lie with these situations, but Aurora, on the other hoof, I know is very comfortable in her discomfort."

Spike wasn't sure what to make of that as he looked towards the stage again, Aurora swiftly trotting up its side stairs and towards the trailing lengths awaiting her at the stage's centre with a noticeable tensity in her step. There came a small amount of applause, and Spike politely joined it as he saw Tempest tapping a hoof too, still unsure about what was going to happen.

There were another few cheers from somewhere in the outer seating as Aurora walked up to the 'seat' and managed to sit in it, the soft music continuing. It was like a tree swing, in a way, Spike mused. Her lovely bodacious backside was further squished beyond her faleath fit in the silken material as each strip ran taut around her haunches and thighs as she got comfortable. The lengths soon quivered, as from the ceiling the shimmering pool that they ran up into flickered, and they almost lashed like a rein as they sprung to life.

Then Aurora was ensnared. Like a living, coiling snake, the various strips immediately wrapped themselves around her. Her haunches and croup were seized first, followed by both her fore and hindlegs around the cannons, and in a second she gave a squeak as she was flipped upside down. Spike joined the fleeting dash of laughter that came from everyone else, but his amusement waned into gentle surprise. His face warmed as one of the enchanted silk sections had wrapped around Aurora's tail and hoisted it up from hiding her tightly covered vulva and ponut, her substantial teats in their lacy bra weightily resting down against her lower barrel. The smoky silk coat-tails of her fit framed the area as they slowly came to rest around her backside, it was almost purposeful in the design.

She squeaked again as her tail was pulled a little tighter than Spike knew most ponies could handle. He knew that Applejack continuously stopped Dash from flying off and doing stupid things by grabbing her tail, and Dash had complained about how much of a pain in the dock that it was. Aurora shuddered from being subjected to it, before one or two of the snaking lengths rested under her head to prop her up and keep her a little more comfortable.

"This is called the 'Love Seat'." Nightfall announced, his voice carrying. "Using it, we can do many different things, and now we shall play a fun little game wherein one must tell the truth, or face... punishment."

The way that Nightfall said 'punishment' made Spike think it wasn't going to be very serious considering he'd mentioned something about introductions, and seeing as many of the enchanted lengths were poised and gently weaving around her, with one of those living strips getting awfully close to wrapping around Aurora's teats... He had an idea of just how the punishment might be dished out.

"As Cinder has so kindly volunteered to show you all, we'll start with something simple." Nightfall promised. "We'll start very innocently. Cinder, why don't you tell us all... your favourite colour?"

A general trill of chuckles followed the inane question, and an expected silence fell while everyone awaited the reply, though there came an undercurrent of confusion and whispers as Aurora remained silent amidst the gentle music. Nightfall seemed to immediately catch on to the situation.

"Don't you want to answer, Cinder?" He smiled. "Or might it be... that you can't?"

Over the low chatter that followed, Tempest's voice piped up again, empowered. "I'll release you from being mute, Cinder. For the duration of this game. I could have done so already but seeing you struggle is very fun."

After a brief hum, Nightfall continued. "So then, Cinder, your answer?"

"...Red."

Hanging there, Aurora quivered as the flowing silks keeping her suspended from the floor moved a little more rapidly into a new configuration, but didn't do anything unexpected. If anything, it seemed that they had, well... Spike supposed she was being rewarded? It was rather nice that two of the lengths had slid over her covered vulva and ponut, gently circling around her flared croup in a continuous motion and causing her to twitch every so often. Another silk strip joined the two and wrapped around the thick nub of her dock without yanking on it, and she jerked, almost as if she'd been zapped by a cloud full of lightning. Going by her trembling, Spike could only assume she was torn between the embarrassment of being watched and the general pleasure of being touched in such an erotic manner.

"See? A very simple game. Answer truthfully and good things happen." Nightfall grinned as he relaxed back, making a slight show of tapping a hoof to his chin in thought. "Hmm... what to ask properly, I wonder? Perhaps I should ask Spitfire to pose a question?"

Spike had to smile a little as he saw Aurora squirm in the enchanted silks, he could see her annoyance at Nightfall's purposeful dallying as clear as day. Maybe it wasn't terrible to find amusement in it, if Tempest said that Aurora wasn't upset by what was happening despite her... well, no, she definitely looked unhappy, more distressed than anything. Spike really didn't understand, but Tempest did say that it was alright.

Nightfall gently waved a hoof with false epiphany after a couple more seconds of dragging out Aurora's situation. "I've certainly thought of something fun to ask. Spitfire has shared with me many anecdotes regarding you, Cinder. Your initial training, how impenitent you can be, and your interests. Things that simply pop up in general conversation over the occasional drink. However, I was privy to learn that you have a certain interest in something that Spitfire has in her possession. You're not forbidden to play with that item, yet you haven't when many an opportunity has presented itself."

His charismatic smile widened just a little further. "Would you care to inform us of this item?"

Aurora squirmed in the enchanted bundle of silk as she stayed silent to Nightfall's question, which slowly tightened in response to her refusing to answer, causing her to gasp as she was constricted as the seconds ticked by. She grunted in annoyance as she glared at their host upon his throne, looking away and huffing before taking in a deep breath and closing her eyes, apparently accepting that she was going to be punished.

While Spike wasn't sure why Aurora didn't want to answer the pretty innocent question, he did admire that she'd face the heat for not doing so. Tempest did have a few toys that she sometimes used with him, the most interesting of which had probably been the vibrating magic sphere that she'd let him tease her ponut with while he'd had sex with her, making her inner walls clench around his member at random intervals. He couldn't really think of any of her items that she wouldn't let Aurora use either... Maybe he'd have to mull over that after this event if it was that embarrassing. Asking Tempest directly also might upset Aurora, so it was probably a good idea to figure it out by himself by process of elimination on what Tempest owned and played with.

Paying attention to Aurora, the silken straps loosed momentarily to reposition her as Nightfall laughed.

"Now, now, Cinder; you know that not answering is punishable," he tutted, giving a slight sigh as if dismayed. "What are we going to do with you?" Nightfall posed as Aurora grunted at him from her place on the stage, before grinning and fanning out his forelegs. "Clearly, you need a good lesson of when you need to respond to your betters, and seeing as it's you, Cinder, I think we can use a much better instrument of discipline."

As he finished the sentence, an object Spike had only seen in one of Rarity's fetish magazines appeared in a flourish of magic. It was flat with holes in it and almost looked like a shortened oar, but beyond its handle it seemed to be made of rubber, at least going by the shine it held against the lighting. Tempest had used a peculiar implement on him before that ponies often employed called a 'riding crop', and he could only assume that by the way the object quickly moved to hover above Aurora's backside likely meant it was going to fulfil the same niche.

It was bemusing that the Twins and their submissives, and the funereal Mistress Heorte and her submissive Dream all stamped their hooves in applause a little more excitedly than everyone else, as others further out in the crowd cheered on the spectacle. Spike glanced at Tempest's peers and saw that they were very composed otherwise, at least, this was probably the most animated he'd seen the Twins so far. While the other Dominants present certainly seemed amused at Nightfall's grandstanding and flourish, they weren't as flashy in their participation. Well, except for Bougainvillaea, she was laughing up a storm and was infectious with her jubilation, making Tempest smirk into a hoof in several instances. Being between the two was a bit of a distraction. Spike had his lovely Mistress on one side giving him intermittent glances that made his heart throb, and an equally powerful and pretty lady with barely contained massive breasts on the other.

A hearty slapping sound and a sharp cry pulled him away from the possible concern that he'd managed to hold an erection now for several hours without barely softening up at all, and back to Aurora who was currently spasming in pain from the rubber implement that had just thwacked her across one of the huge cheeks of her bottom. Spike saw tears in her eyes as she jostled in the magical silks while they kept her in place at the better angle she'd been moved into, and tugged on her tail after a second swift smack followed the first right onto the other cheek. Her lovely rump wobbled from the impact while she yelled out again, the pale coat of her backside reddening quite a bit from the poor treatment. Spike winced as she trembled in the secure suspension, and sympathised greatly. Aurora's muzzle was scrunched up as if holding back her pain, her eyes clenched shut behind her mask.

What took Spike completely by surprise and what stumped him utterly though, was when she released the tension, falling partly limp with half-lidded eyes and a keening sound that sounded an awful lot like a deep moan of pleasure, which was completely opposite to the exclamation of what he believed was pain beforehand.

He blinked, quite confused, as he glanced back up at Tempest.

Tempest simply shrugged down at him. "Comfortable in discomfort."

Spike blinked again, looking back at the stage at Aurora and taking specific note of the light wetness that had built around her vulva, and was starting to run down her fat teats and inner thighs. She shuddered and cut off a gasp as her tail was pulled on further, and it seemed to him that she actually... rather enjoyed it. He realised he really didn't understand Aurora or her kinks very well at all, and he thought he'd been learning quite a lot about her.

"You know, I'd thought that perhaps when you'd called her a brat back in the limo, that you'd caught on to how she likes doing things," Tempest said, smirking gently with a certain level of mirth. "Apparently not, but do you understand a little better now?"

"N-not really?" Spike shook his head. "Sorry, Mistress."

Tempest hummed, gently moving a hoof through his head spines. "That's alright, I suppose it has been a while since we went over general details about the lifestyle. Balancing training and teaching with work hasn't been easy, has it? That's why I like these parties, they're nice to wind down with and have some fun, and it's a good learning experience for you." A pause while she glanced at the stage, another smack of Aurora's bottom echoing to several happy onlookers. "Like you, when it comes to wanting to serve she takes it a little further, but Aurora still mostly falls into being an archetypical Brat. Do you remember me explaining how most see the general archetypes?"

Spike frowned, mostly at himself. "I'm sorry, Mistress... I should know them all, but, I think I've been focusing more on my office work and other things."

"You'll learn it all eventually." Tempest forgave. "Tell me; what is a Brat?"

He did recall going over archetypes along with other basic terminology that was commonly used, but everything wasn't as clear as other aspects that he knew much better. Princesses were a type that wanted pampering and being adored, but the care aspect that was inherent also extended to nearly all other archetypes unless it was specifically removed, they just wanted to be treated like royalty. Slaves gave over all control to their Dominant to be commanded as that Dominant saw fit, obviously with consent, and the slave could be made to do anything within all the limits set down, which could be as innocent as serving tea and conforming to a rigid schedule or being used as a sexual object and left alone for extended periods of time until the next sex act. Other archetypes readily came to mind, but Brats were a tad foggy though...

"Brats push boundaries, Mistress." Spike said, meeting her eyes. It was a half-answer.

Tempest tilted her head with consideration. "Sufficient enough. Brats push their Dominant to do more. They do push boundaries, but they actively seek to ensure their Dominant is kept on the tips of their hooves. A typical D/s relationship, at least in these circles, has many of us Dominants holding the reigns and dictating actions as we see fit. You, for example, within the hard limits given, are happy to let me tell you what you should do, and you follow my orders to the best of your ability. Brats will often disobey because they want to have their Dominant be more active than that. Usually it's a bit more playful, but with Cinder she doesn't exactly come across as mischievous, more like she's simply refusing to listen." Tempest smirked again as another smack sounded along with a yelp. "I've no doubt you perhaps thought she was just being blatantly disrespectful towards me before we arrived?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but Tempest continued.

"In a sense, she was, but it wasn't malicious. Other Dominants don't commonly enjoy a submissive that won't listen, but I like it, the constant resistance works because Aurora does listen when she's made to." Tempest smiled, her head inclining toward the stage. "It's not just about keeping a Dominant attentive, it's rebelling for the sake of receiving attention and punishment. Did you not notice the way she blushed back in the limo when I disciplined her? I thought she was going to have an orgasm then and there."

As Tempest chuckled at the incident, Spike's brow pinched slightly, thinking of how Aurora had reacted when Bougainvillaea had smacked her. "So... she also likes pain, Mistress?"

"Not as such." Tempest corrected. "She just likes being spanked or having her tail pulled, and she has an exhibitionist streak so that's certainly doing her wonders."

Bougainvillaea barked a laugh loudly beside Spike, making him jump. She seemed to have a knack for that. "Yeah, doing us all wonders. Beauty."

"She is." Tempest warmly agreed.

Spike felt a little flustered, looking at Tempest. "Mistress, you said that you like a submissive that actively defies you... Um, should I-"

"No," she quickly chided him with a marginally amused expression and a scoff, making him blush as Bougainvillaea laughed at the immediate dismissal. Her voice was softer as she continued. "That's not what you're like, don't be silly. Tell me; if I wanted you to insult me in front of Bougainvillaea here, would you happily do it?"

He almost nodded as he tried for defiance on his features. Yet, he had to stop himself because... could he actually do that and be happy about it?

Given pause by the question, Tempest didn't keep speaking as she let him think about it for a moment. Spike definitely could, but... he had just automatically stopped himself from even staring at Tempest in a difficult manner. That action aside, if he tried to push away the bubbling worry that the thought of insulting her created in his chest then he probably could do it. He couldn't really ignore that however, as could wasn't in question. He knew that it would probably make him feel bad after he did it, and the thought of insulting her in front of her peers especially... It almost made his head spin at the idea.

Spike shook his head slowly. "I wouldn't, Mistress."

Tempest moved to rest a gentle hoof under his chin, raising his head up and looking at him properly through their masks. Her eyes were warm. "Of course you wouldn't, you hold me in too much regard to want to do so. I know you well enough to know that you like making other people's lives easier even when it's an inconvenience as you enjoy the feeling their contentment gives you." She stopped for a moment to just gaze at him, it made his body weak. "Actively insulting me by refusing to address me by my title, by simply refusing orders, or any bratty sort of action wouldn't be how you actually are. You shouldn't feel like you need to act like Cinder does, because I want you to act like you, Ruby."

He understood, her words were sincere and lovely, but still... "D-do I not challenge you, Mistress?"

"You don't challenge me actively, you do so passively, and that's why I adore you." Tempest explained, her hoof moving up and stroking through his head spines again. "Both you and Cinder fulfil different roles, but are both engaging in different ways. If you were like Cinder, that balance wouldn't be met. Having her is enough to scratch that itch of having power over somepony that disobeys and needs to be put in their place by force," her hoof then booped him on the nose gently as she smiled at him. "Having you however makes me happy on a completely different level, and scratches the itch of having power over somepony that I never need to worry about keeping in check, and will always listen. You do so implicitly and I know I can rely on you to. I know that you won't push my buttons just to get a rise out of me and are content to let me direct you as I see fit. You are both invaluable specifically because you're not the same as one another."

Tempest chuckled as she rested back again with a content expression. "If I'm stuck then Cinder pushing and you pulling is what moves me, do you understand?"

"I... think so?" Spike murmured.

"Well, even if you don't fully understand, you should understand that I don't want you to be anything other than what you are," she mused. "And what you are is a very lovely, helpful, and polite person. Incredibly attractive, too."

He blushed. "T-thank you, Mistress."

Compliments from Tempest were easier to accept even if he didn't fully agree with them, her praise was always appreciated. As Spike turned his attention back to the stage he saw that Aurora was being lowered now. She was a bit of a mess, her bottom almost angry-looking in hue, and her nethers were soaked with her arousal. The enchanted mass that held her soon shifted and released her legs and tail, slowly turning her back around with a considerate amount of care as she touched down on her hooves. Partially wobbly, she managed to stand tall once she'd properly settled, and applause that Spike quickly joined in with filled the ballroom.

"A riveting demonstration, Cinder." Nightfall said, smiling as the clapping died down. "I hope all nouveau have the courage to follow in her example. Perhaps not the refusal to answer a question... unless you like the idea of punishment, of course."

Following the murmur of laughs after the comment, the soft music that had been playing in the background of the Love Seat's presentation heighted by a tick or two, as Nightfall turned to Chit sitting beside him. It seemed to Spike they were in a sort of intermission as the stage brightened, almost like one might see at the theatre after an act, as people were quietly conversing in polite tones with one another while others were getting up and moving elsewhere.

He watched as Aurora doddered back over to the dais with a number of keen eyes tracking her. The way she carried herself was with surety, her head held high and showing off Tempest's design and the collar at her throat. No doubt that she was going to make someone jealous that she was owned, Spike could imagine that there were a number of Dominants he could see that would enjoy a submissive that liked to be punished. It was a strange thing to even consider as he regarded his situation, being here and thinking these thoughts in this room with these eccentric people.

Shrugging mentally at the notion, he smiled at Aurora as she came over and stood dutifully before Tempest. Aurora caught his eye and gave a subtle quirk of her lips after a moment of looking unsure, swiftly returning her attention back to their Mistress. She must have been quite embarrassed about the unanswered question, or that he'd personally witnessed her embarrassment.

Tempest motioned towards the pillow on the other side of her throne. "Sit."

"So, whaddaya think he's got in store next?" Bougainvillaea posed to Tempest as Aurora quickly took her place. He glanced up and burned seeing those heavily resting globes on her chest as she lent over her armrest with a grin behind her helm. "I wonder if he's gonna bring out the obstacle course again?"

"Luna's moon, no," Tempest scoffed. "That was a nightmare to clean up with all the lubricant, and I threw Cinder into that mess, it took almost a week for her to get the scent of it out of her mane." She rolled her eyes as Aurora nodded along, then glanced at Nightfall on his throne. "You wouldn't believe how much he talked my ear off about the setup. No, I think that one's been put out to pasture."

Bougainvillaea shrugged. "Bugger. Whaddaya reckon, then?"

"I see your probing." Tempest smirked at her. "Regardless of what you might think, I don't sit down with him every week and discuss what he wants to do at his secret parties."

"Ah, keep ya secrets."

Chuckling her off, Tempest shimmied in her throne and got comfortable while the background chatter and music kept on. Spike wondered if he was still supposed to observe as Tempest hadn't told him otherwise, so he decided to glance towards the outer seating areas again. The activities of most were fairly innocent, several people sitting in others laps and talking, a few idly playing. Only a few were really going at their fun with the same excited energy he'd witnessed when Nightfall had initially let them mingle.

While his erection had calmed down, he felt it wake up as he observed that the one zebra mare he'd seen was happily sitting on a stallion's face amidst the collection of pillows and cushions one of the seating circles possessed. She was amicably chatting with somepony else opposite her while occasionally wiggling her plump bottom, her barely-present clothing pulled to one side with the stallion's hooves wrapped around her haunches, and his sizable erection free to the air. Every now and then she idly stroked it with a hoof, but she didn't do much else.

Spike had to wonder just how far things would go in general. He'd gotten very close to simply penetrating Chit, even though she'd just been teasing him the only thing that had been separating them was their delicate clothing. Tempest had informed him that things did get raunchy, though having just observed a zebra mare face-sitting a stallion with his dick out made him curious if it would go further.

"Excuse me, Miss Spitfire."

He looked back, seeing a fairly small unicorn... mare? It was one of the Twin's submissives, her presentable silky black dress and layered skirt all neat and primped, and her stylish shoulder-length mane kept perfect with a felt band. Spike had barely heard her approach even with the long boots she had on her hindlegs, she was quiet and graceful, as was her tone of voice. The submissive's blindfolded face was pointed towards Tempest, and she bowed respectfully.

"Hello, Genma." Tempest greeted.

Another delicate bow. "Miss Spitfire, may I sit with Cinder?"

Tempest calmly shook her head. "I'm afraid not, Genma, she's being punished."

Spike had actually expected that. Aurora looked peeved as she glanced at Genma with a lowly melancholic expression, her eyes going to the floor with frustration. He wondered if Tempest was going to let Aurora off the hook at some point tonight, it would be a shame for her to miss out on the enjoyable fun he'd been getting to participate in.

"I see, Miss," Genma nodded, Spike feeling himself flush as she turned her eyeless gaze on him instead. "Then might I instead sit with, hm, Ruby, was it?"

"While I wouldn't mind that..." Tempest began, her eyes lighting up. "I'm still not entirely sure how Ruby feels about boys, so that's up to him."

Boys?

Spike quickly reassessed Genma, his eyes going over her─him? He blinked, a little taken by storm. The voice hadn't given Genma away, it was almost sing-song in its pitch, reedy and gentle. Genma's form was also ─as with the Twin's other submissives─ slender and slightly willowy, at least with how the formal clothing presented all of them. The pony standing in front of him was apparently male, but altogether wasn't stallion-like in appearance. It was like he was looking at a fantasy character out of Aurora's bizarre Nippone mobile phone game, like the ninja stallion she'd shown him that was pretty in a way that most stallions weren't.

His heart rate ticked up from having calmed and his face warmed, again finding himself subject to the interest of another male. It was very perplexing as he didn't dislike the feeling, it gave him a pleasant tingle in his midsection that travelled through his inguine, down to the tip of his tail. He always felt that when he was positively aroused, but this was also different, it wasn't the same as when Button or Gaillardet moved in on him, and it definitely wasn't the same as when Nightfall had taken command over him. It touched upon the same notes, but was playing a different tune.

"I don't mind, i-if you sit, I mean." Spike quickly amended.

Genma nodded, smiling pleasantly. Moving over, he turned and sat upon the free pillow next to Bougainvillaea. She didn't have any submissives of her own but Spike could assume that the pillows were standard, and there if she wanted to invite someone over. Spike's heartbeat pounded in his ears as Genma scooted closer to him. It was already a bit of a close fit as the space between Tempest's and Bougainvillaea's thrones was limited to roughly the two pillow lengths, and Spike's substantial bottom and thighs managed to take up almost the entirety of his own one.

"It must be said, I do think you are highly enrapturing," Genma said. his mellow voice almost at a murmur. "I wasn't aware male dragons were able to look as you do."

Spike didn't want to sound like a broken record by repeating what he told Chit, so he simply smiled instead. "Thank you, I think you look pretty too."

While Spike couldn't see quite a bit of Genma's face due to the layered blindfold in place, his jaw shape was decidedly effeminate, his nose almost pointed and his muzzle rounded rather than square, and Spike didn't know anypony that didn't have lovely eyes. It was a safe bet that Genma was quite attractive, and giving another a compliment cost nothing. As he did earlier with Aurora, he carefully repositioned his tail to rest just around Genma's haunches, giving the girly stallion a smile.

Uttering a subdued giggle that he raised a hoof over his mouth for, Genma unexpectedly leaned in and gently pecked Spike right on the lips before a reaction could manifest, managing to avoid bumping his horn with the one on Spike's mask. Spike found himself out of sorts as he registered the action, the feedback of touch travelling through and turning into a spreading warmth across his face as he blushed heavily. The thought that came to mind was that Genma's lips were very soft and probably rather perfect for kissing. It was an intrusive thought that he had to file away into the relatively new box being built around male interest as Genma backed off, noticing how rigid Spike had become.

"Apologies, I mistook your hold as a wish to get closer to me." Genma bowed his head.

"It's fine... just, took me by surprise," Spike fidgeted as he recovered, quickly changing the subject. "Uh, I really like your outfit, it's almost like your Master and Mistress wanted you to be presented to the Princesses."

Genma hummed. "Yes, the intent was uniformity and elegance, alongside anonymity."

Spike's slowly heightened state climbed again as Genma appraised him. He wasn't sure why, but being dressed down by a beautiful stallion who could be looking at any part of him, while he was scantily fit in tight faleath that didn't really hide him or his arousal, made him feel incredibly exposed. It was odd because he'd been exposed the entire time he'd stepped out of the limo, yet this felt different somehow.

"Miss Spitfire's design is about presentation and flair," Genma stated, looking up from Spike's body and assumedly at his face. "It's tailor-made to bombard the senses into awed silence, and to leave them wanting."

"It's a wonderful creation." Tempest agreed, leaning down from an armrest as she continued to pay attention. "You know, Genma, I would happily have one made for you if you modelled it alongside Ruby and Cinder."

Bougainvillaea's laughter boomed opposite. "I'd chip in."

Hiding his amusement into his hoof, Genma touched that hoof to his throat, against a rather lovely leather choker lined with dark satin, bearing an silver-filigree engraved golden pendant at its front. "I am owned, Miss."

Tempest grinned wolfishly. "Oh, I never said anything about becoming mine, Genma, just a little dressing up. Interesting to see that's where your mind went to, though."

Spike sensed the comments were both in jest given the smiles. He did have to wonder if Tempest had ever tried to convince Genma to become hers however, given that both he and Genma shared their feminine niche. Spike's cheeks tinged pink as he considered Genma in Tempest's created faleath fit, and given that Spike wasn't able to actually see the girly stallion's body, his imagination did a lot of the busywork and added curvature. Of course, if Genma was made to wear a faleath thong the same as he was, then the resulting bulge would outclass him by a mile, even if Genma happened to be on the smaller side.

Perhaps it was another strange note to file away in the box of male interest that such an imagined thought excited him, as he felt his member twitch. He and Genma sitting together in skimpy faleath, modelling for Tempest, maybe even... hugging? Or...

He blinked as he felt himself kissed again, sparks flying through his mind as Genma's cushiony lips pressed against his own a little more deeply. Spike gasped as he pulled back, moving his tail with a madly reddening face, while Genma daintily retreated with a confused tilt of his head.

"I am... getting mixed signals," Genma remarked with a hint of concern. "The way you leaned in towards me, and your tail was possessively pulling, I believed that you wished for a kiss."

"S-sorry, I..." Spike stammered, tasting apples for some reason as he looked up. "I... this is... new, and weird, and everything tonight is really new and weird, and my tail has a mind of its own sometimes, it can shift on subconscious thought, when I..."

He felt Tempest's hoof on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Mistress." Spike assured her, breathing in and calming down.

"Should I leave you be?" Genma wondered.

Spike quickly shook his head. "N-no, it's fine, really," he closed his eyes and took in another breath, exhaling with a partial scoff. "I just..." he glanced at Genma's blindfold again. "I honestly... kind of enjoyed that, it was different."

"Kinda obvious given the tent you're pitchin', eh?" Bougainvillaea grinned, watching over the two with great interest.

Tempest sighed beside Spike. "You are a terrible instigator."

"A great one, ya mean." Bougainvillaea shrugged back.

Spike giggled at the floor, as Bougainvillaea wasn't wrong. That kiss had brought his erection back to full mast, and he was almost feverish with need. All day he'd been teased, he'd been withheld in Tempest's office, and he'd been surrounded by flesh and skimpiness and lewdity since entering the ballroom. While he wasn't sure about a lot of things, he knew when he wanted something by his innate draconic nature, and when he was simply horny. The pull towards Genma certainly had some aspect of general arousal helping to stoke the fire, but there was an undercurrent arising from this new box in his mind, and quite simply he wanted to see what he felt as he had rather liked that kiss.

Carefully, Spike moved his tail back around Genma while more than a little shyly keeping his focus, letting him scoot closer once he realised it was okay. Spike fidgeted in place to make resting his tail more comfortable as Genma bumped his shoulder again, and he made sure to keep his facial distance while looking into Genma's blindfold. That worked, a baseline of interaction had been established, his face was partly pointed down and away from Genma. He knew how to proceed from here, it should be simple. So, why was his heart going a million miles a minute? Surely kissing a boy properly was the same as kissing a girl?

Genma smiled and his thoughts quivered, it was like when Aurora had genuinely smiled at him, alluring and welcoming. Spike couldn't quite get his head around initiating, yet it seemed Genma a little quicker on the uptake as he cautiously lent forward. Copying the action with a tinged face, Spike moved his head up, a level of tensity in the moment feeling almost like a violin string pulled too taut. All of it was forgotten when they connected, two pairs of pouty soft lips pushing together and tickling into gentle warmth, and Spike melted into it more than he expected he might.

His tail clutched Genma closer as Spike deepened into the kiss, which slowly became explorative as the girly stallion happily reciprocated. Spike felt a jolt of electricity as Genma's tongue touched his own, and soon the two wet organs were wrestling. Genma's cute little moans were making his dick throb, and he moved his hands from his lap to get more comfortable by lightly resting them around Genma's croup. Spike definitely felt some measure of curvature there underneath the regal fittings, and part of him wanted to let his hands travel up under the layered skirt.

He didn't quite get that far as he paused his ministrations, pulling away from Genma to the sound of amused chuckling. Glancing up and blinking, he saw both Tempest and Bougainvillaea were giving one another knowing glances. Even Aurora was peeking with great interest from around Tempest's throne, her eyes glued on the scene.

"Well that was fuckin' nice." Bougainvillaea imparted.

"Enjoying yourself?" Tempest gave him an impish smirk. "Please, don't stop on our account."

Blushing heavily, Spike giggled and backed off from Genma, but only some, Genma doing the same and glancing at the floor like he'd been caught with his hoof in the cookie jar. Spike had apparently established that he did indeed not mind boys with that little makeout session, it hadn't felt wrong or bad. Different, certainly, but in an incredibly pleasant way. He did have to wonder now the frog had jumped out of the box, what if he went back to work after the weekend and was kissed by one of his stronger, far more masculine co-workers?

He was somewhat on equal footing with Genma, both of them were in the same boat even if Genma was slightly more forward with initiation, though people like Button or Gaillardet... he felt positively weak thinking about them doing the same, they were far more aggressive in how they handled him.

A low thrum sounded out, almost like a tuning fork being tapped off a weighted bell, over the smooth music playing which became ever so fractionally quieter. Attention went to the dais, heads shifting towards Nightfall with a palpable excitement. It was as if the energy in the room had just received a heavy boost of power. Spike glanced up at Tempest who was grinning behind her mask, and she turned that grin down to face him.

"The next game beckons," Tempest purred. "This is where the fun begins."