Taking a step back to admire his hoofwork, Arcane Gear couldn’t help but smile at his creation.
Teleportation was a simple enough spell—or at least it was for any unicorn with a penchant for magic. A magical sensor wasn’t too difficult either, and even a teenager could handle attaching a trigger. The pride was to be found in the precision of it all. There were so many different parts involved, all of which had to properly pop into place and fasten to the appropriate harnesses just so as to ensure the weight was distributed evenly. Tying each of the little spells together into one interlocking whole had been quite the challenge.
Hiding all of the latex in the kitchen without arousing suspicion had been significantly more difficult.
But the trap was set, and that was all in the past now. With one last glance at the clock—Neon Winds should be waking up any minute now—Arcane turned, stepped gingerly around his carefully cloaked arcane trigger, and settled down onto the living room sofa with an accomplished sigh. There was nothing more to do but wait.
Wait a minute, he thought to himself, his brow furrowing. Wouldn’t it have been easier to teleport Neon into the outfit, instead of teleporting the outfit onto her?
Several seconds passed, and he leaned back into the seat with a muffled groan. Hours of good sleep sacrificed for nothing!
His ears shot up at the click of the bedroom door opening, and Arcane jumped to replace the dismay on his face with a warm smile far more appropriate for greeting his partner.
Neon Winds was in the middle of a yawn when she stepped out of their bedroom, her feathery wings fluttering out beside her even as her long mane and tail hung almost low enough to brush the floor. Her sky blue coat was tinted darker on her hooves and wingtips, but his eyes were more focused on the streaks of color in her dark purple mane. Her wavy highlights of pale blue, yellow, and orange were entrancing in the shimmering dawn light filtering through the windows, and by the time she finished yawning and opened her eyes, his smile had grown as genuine as it ever was.
She returned the smile with a sultry grin of her own, eyes still lidded with the last vestiges of drowsiness. Arcane Gear wasn’t quite as colorful as she was, with a plain blue coat and trim green mane, but he was hers, and seeing him at the start of every day always put a smile on her face. She closed the distance between them in a few steps, reaching a hoof up to pull his muzzle into the soft blue fluff of her chest.
“Morning, handsome,” she said.
Arcane took in a deep draw of her scent before looking up, his turquoise eyes meeting her deep blue ones. “Morning, gorgeous. You sleep well?”
She dipped in, touching her lips to his in a quick kiss before pulling back. “I did, until I noticed the bed was a little cold. Another can’t-wait idea strike you in the middle of the night?”
Arcane grinned. “Well, you know me.”
“I do know you.” Neon winked as she pulled out of their embrace and started towards the kitchen. “I know you so well that I’m certain you prepared your darling marefriend a delicious breakfast to make up for leaving her to wake up cold and alone.” She paused just a step away from the open threshold, turning to face Arcane with a coy smirk. “Right?”
“Your breakfast is waiting for you on the table,” Arcane said, his eyes lingering on the orange-banded black collar tied snug around her neck. A padlock hung from the front, shaped into a star-and-gear like his cutie mark, marking her as his to any who might see. “It’s actually what I’ve been working on all morning.”
“Ooh, now that is interesting.” Neon turned back to the kitchen with playful contemplation on her face. “Arcane Gear gets out of bed hours before dawn, slaves away over some trinket for hours, and claims it’s waiting for me in the kitchen.” She paused with an exaggerated cock of her head. “And yet I don’t smell any food!”
Arcane rose from his seat, coming up behind her with a soft kiss between her wings. “Well, why don’t you investigate further?”
“Mm, I don’t know.” Neon looked back, meeting his eyes. “This isn’t another one of your practical jokes, is it?”
Ah, I’ve been found out, Arcane thought. Externally, however, his only answer was a shrug and a shove.
Neon stumbled through the threshold with a shrill yelp, directly into his snare. With several rapid turquoise flashes and the crackling of magic, the latex bondage gear that Arcane had stashed away in cupboards and cabinets all around the kitchen teleported into place.
Neon was only vaguely aware of the tingle of magic around her, and the next thing she knew her every motion was restrained, her vision blocked by a smooth black fabric that only allowed the slightest bit of light through, leaving her alone with the rushing of her blood in her ears. After a few seconds of open-mouthed shock, she gathered her thoughts enough to realize what was going on: her coltfriend had set up a bondage trap in their kitchen.
“Arcane!” It was easy for her to force the outrage into her voice, but she had considerably more trouble hiding her excited smile. Hopefully he wasn’t looking at her yet! “Let me go!”
Arcane let out a low chuckle as he circled his latex-bound marefriend, watching as she tested the tightness of her restraints. She was suspended with all four legs spread wide, her body supported by a set of hooks he’d set into the ceiling just hours ago. Almost every part of her was covered in glossy black latex, with belts and buckles around her joints and barrel serving to both keep the suit skintight and prevent anything but the slightest movement. Her ears were held down flat under the hood, her eyes were covered by the mask, and even her wings were bound tight against her sides. Aside from a narrow opening for her mane to hang free, the only exposed parts were her rear—tail pinned back to reveal an already glistening slit—and her muzzle.
“Arcane!” she repeated. “Babe, I just woke up! I’m not in the mood!”
Arcane frowned. That wasn’t right. Had he forgotten something? She’d tripped the trigger, the pieces of the suit had all arranged themselves properly, and—Ah, yes. He gave a bemused shake of his head as he opened the cabinet under the sink and peered inside.
“Are you even listening?” Neon grunted in exertion as she strained against her bonds, the heat under her tail growing stronger. Could he see her getting wet already? “I said no!”
“What’s wrong, Neon? I thought you were hungry?” Arcane straightened up once more, a small metal ring and strap suspended in his magic. “I told you, I worked on this all night!”
“Yes, very impressive. I’m very proud,” Neon deadpanned. “Now let me go! I haven’t even had breakfast yet!”
Arcane grinned as he stepped up to her front end. “Well, we can fix that.”
Horn glowing, he wrapped his magic around Neon’s jaw and began to pull. She resisted, teeth clenched tight and lips twisted into a scowl, but she was no match for his telekinesis. She gasped as he pulled her muzzle open, the corners of her lips twitching upwards as he slipped the ring gag into place and fastened the strap behind her head.
“There we go.” Arcane raised a hoof and landed a light slap on her cheek, drawing a squeak from her, before running the hoof down along her neck. “Better. Any complaints?”
Neon could only flex against her constraints and let out a wordless growl. The growl turned to a whine as she pushed harder and found herself unable to move more than an inch in any direction. Luckily for her, it was much easier to put up a show of resisting when the gag was in place—a grin and a grimace were more or less indistinguishable with her lips forced into a gaping circle—and so she threw herself whole-heartedly into trying to break free.
The suit was unyielding. If she put all her effort into it, she could very slightly contract her body, bringing her hooves perhaps an inch closer to the ground, but the instant she relaxed her limbs were snapped back into place, the rubbery squeal of the material echoed by her own pleasured titters.
Arcane came around to her rear, grinning at the sight of Neon’s exposed bud. No matter how hard she might fight, she couldn’t hide her arousal. He leaned closer, drawing in the scent of her excitement before releasing a hot breath over her sex. A shuddering moan escaped her, and her wings fluttered vainly within the suit as she tried to push herself back against him.
“Oh, did you want something?” Arcane asked. “I thought you weren’t in the mood.”
She gurgled out something unintelligible, but the angry tone was clear enough. She was either demanding to be let go or demanding to be rutted. Her exposed pussy winked at him, lending its own voice.
Without warning he brought his lips to hers, his tongue sliding up between her velvet folds before teasing around her clit, and she clenched down around him, a fresh wave of flavor splashing over him.
He reached both hooves down to tug at his stiffening shaft, drawing it further out of its sheath just as he drew Neon’s voice from her throat. Her scent was intoxicating, and it wasn’t long before his cock was pulsing in his hooves, eager to sink into his mare. By the time he pulled back, strands of wetness tying his open mouth to Neon’s swollen pussy, he could barely think straight.
He popped back up to his hooves, ignoring the whining thrashes of Neon, and circled back around to her front. She couldn’t see much, but even with the latex mask covering her eyes she could detect his shadow falling over her, and she let out a plaintive, begging moan. The time for pretense was over. Right now, Neon wanted nothing more than her master’s cock inside her.
“Open wide,” Arcane teased, rearing up and resting his hooves on her head. His dick bobbed up and down just an inch from her gaping muzzle, a bead of pre already dripping down the head. Perhaps she could smell it—if the way her tongue began to loll out was any indication—but Arcane didn’t care either way. He lined himself up, resting the head on her drooling tongue, and thrust himself all the way back into her throat in one smooth motion.
Neon gagged, her throat massaging all along the shaft as her skin swelled out against the collar wrapped around her neck. Arcane let out a breathy groan as he remained sheathed within her, relishing the squeezing of her throat, the wet heat of her muzzle, and the tingle of her extended tongue lapping at his balls, and watched her wings flexing in vain on her back. Full seconds later, he finally pulled out.
Neon gasped in a breath, coughing as saliva dripped down to the kitchen tiles. The suit resisted her as she tried to suck in big heaving gulps of fresh air, and even with the ring gag holding her mouth open the corners of her lips turned up into a dopey grin.
Arcane was just about to plunge back in when the sound of a door opening caught his ear. He looked up, ears perked, and locked eyes with his other roommate.
Camomille had a teacup suspended in her magic, the amber glow around the ceramic matching the glow of her antlers and the sparkling in her eyes. She gave a polite wave with one yellow-furred hoof, her long, fiery tail dragging on the ground behind her as she closed the distance.
“Hey, guys,” she said, eyes flicking down to the gleaming trail dripping down Neon’s hind legs. “You two look like you’re having fun.”
Arcane answered with a shrug, otherwise staying in place. “Well, she said she was hungry.”
Neon moaned. Her tongue lapped at the tip of his shaft hanging out in front of her.
“Right, yeah.” Camomille gave a few slow nods as she stepped past the couple, her eyes scanning the kitchen. “Say, do you know if we ate the last of the chips last night?”
“We?” Arcane echoed. “Last I saw of the bag was you vanishing it into your room.”
“Oh. Huh.” Camomille narrowed her eyes as she began sorting through the cupboards, mumbling under her breath. “Coulda sworn I brought that bag back…”
Neon let out a frustrated whine. She strained her neck, hooves flexing at her sides, and managed to close her lips around the tip of Arcane’s cock.
“Oh, hey!” Camomille clapped her hooves together in glee, her teacup floating down to rest on the counter before a new item flew out of a cupboard to take its place. “I’ve been looking for this thing!”
Arcane cocked his head, narrowing his eyes at the object floating in front of the hybrid’s face. “You…left your strap-on in the kitchen?”
Camomille scoffed, shooting him a sideways look. “So what if I did, Mr. Sets-Latex-Traps-In-The-Kitchen?”
“Hey, look, I was just asking.” Arcane turned back around, pushing his dick back into Neon’s muzzle and earning a content sigh from her. “Just a little odd is all.”
“Y’know what I think about your little odd?” Camomille shot back, trotting around to Neon’s winking pussy. She lifted a hoof, slipping the tip inside before raising it to her tongue and biting her lip. Arcane blinked as he realized she was now wearing the strap-on. “Oh, yeah. I’m gonna fuck this.”
Neon let out a happy squeal as she felt Camomille rearing up and mounting her, and the squeal turned into a guttural groan as her lower lips gave way to the silicone toy. Camomille shoved it in all at once, her teeth digging into her lower lip as the shock of the impact sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine.
Arcane, not to be outdone, thrust himself back into Neon’s muzzle. She was more than ready this time, and instead of a gag there was only the wet sound of her throat swallowing around his cock and her tongue playing along the underside of his shaft. He pulled back and thrust again, falling into a steady, rapid rhythm, forcing her to catch her breath in the scant moments between thrusts when her muzzle wasn’t stuffed full.
If Neon wasn’t wearing a mask, the others might have seen the way her eyes rolled back in bliss as she gave herself over entirely to her masters. Every part of her was constrained by the latex suit, every part of her covered buther holes being pounded from both ends. She twitched and spasmed under the barrage of pleasure, each thrust sending a lightning bolt up her spine that bounced back upon her as her convulsing limbs were held still.
Her head began to tingle as the fucking continued, her mind losing focus as the extended length without a full breath muddied her sense of time passing. Arcane had stopped pulling all the way out, leaving her no other option but to steal quick, sharp breaths in through her nose. Her mind went blank, caught between the twin pressures of her limited oxygen flow and the ceaseless pleasure coursing through her entire body, and before long she was completely lost in the sensation. There was just her body, the two cocks plunging into her on either side, and the mounting rapture spreading out from her core and into every limb, wrapping around her as tight as the latex that held her in place like the warm embrace of a lover, and she loved it back with all of her being.
Camomille was getting into it as well, in her own way. Her quiet moans turned into ragged grunts, and her gentle grip on Neon’s soft flanks turned into a vice-like clutch as she pulled the mare back into her every thrust harder and harder. “Fuck, yeah,” she groaned, bending over Neon’s rear and throwing her entire body weight into every shove. “Fuck, that pussy’s tight! C’mere, Arcane!”
She reached out with her magic, dragging Arcane’s lips forwards to meet hers, and he threw himself into the kiss without reserve. He groaned into Camomille’s mouth as Neon’s throat contracted and relaxed around him, each swallow and moan from the mare sending a ripple of pleasure through his body that added to the growing pressure at the base of his shaft. He opened his mouth for Camomille’s probing tongue as he began to lose his rhythm, the once-steady pounding drifting into a wild, desperate assault on Neon’s body.
Neon knew when her stallion was about to finish, and she pushed a happy moan out past his cock as she threw herself into pleasuring him, her lips flush around his shaft and her throat swallowing around him with every thrust. She wanted to feel the pride of knowing she’d pleased him. He never stood a chance.
Arcane hilted himself up to his balls in Neon’s muzzle, his hooves pressing her face into his crotch as he moaned into Camomille’s mouth and pumped a deluge of cum down Neon’s throat. The feel of his cock pulsing in her mouth and the hot seed coursing down to settle in her gut drove Neon over the brink, and she screamed her pleasure to the world as her muscles clenched down around the toy inside her pussy, the heat that had spread throughout her body exploding into waves of tingling bliss.
Camomille kept pounding, pulling out of her kiss with Arcane and focused on rutting the mare underneath her as she too approached the edge. “Oh, no you don’t,” she growled, grunting with the exertion of every wild thrust. “I’m not done yet. We don’t fucking stop till I get off!”
Seconds later, as Arcane was just beginning to get his bearings, with Neon still convulsing in orgasm, Camomille came. “Ah, fuck, yeah!” she moaned, her legs going weak. She hilted herself in Neon’s passage, grinding their clits together through the material of the strap-on, and rode the pleasure out.
By the time Camomille had pulled out, collapsing against the nearest wall with her chest heaving, Arcane was already pulling the mask and gag free from Neon.
She blinked up at him, squinting in the bright light after so long blindfolded, and let out a quiet giggle. “Hey, you.”
Arcane snorted, smiling back at her as he caressed her cheek with a hoof. “Hey.”
Neon strained her neck, making a big show of puckering her lips and closing her eyes, and Arcane grinned as he released the straps around her, allowing her to bring her lips to his. The two shared a quick kiss, passionate despite its brevity, before pulling apart and looking into each other’s eyes.
“You alright?” Arcane asked.
Neon nodded. “I love you, baby.”
Arcane dipped in to deliver a quick peck to her cheek. “And I love you, too. Now let’s get you out.”
His horn glowed, setting off another pre-cast spell designed for just that purpose. With a flash of magic, Neon was free once more, the suit neatly stowed in the toy chest in their bedroom closet.
Her legs were weak after so long restrained, and she would’ve fallen over if Arcane hadn’t been there to support her weight. He guided her towards the kitchen table, easing her onto the nearest cushion.
She let out a sigh of relief as she settled into place. “So, how about that breakfast?”
“Wow, talk about a one-track mind,” Arcane teased. “After that ordeal, I would’ve thought you’d need some time to recuperate first.”
Neon blew a loud raspberry up at him. “Arcane, as much as I love getting your load stuffed down my muzzle, it’s hardly very filling!”
Arcane blinked. The first part of that sentence had sent a little twinge down into his groin, but the second part was what got his mind racing. “Well, I could fix that.”
Neon narrowed her eyes. He met her gaze with wide-eyed innocence.
“Or I guess pancakes could work too,” Arcane admitted. Neon’s only answer was a little nod and a smile.
“Dude. That was the greatest happening of my entire existence.” Camomille spoke up from the doorway, having finally stood back up. The strap-on bobbed about obscenely underneath her as she turned to the fridge, her relaxed demeanor in place once more. “What am I supposed to eat if we’re out of chips?”
“Well, how about I make you something?” Arcane offered. “I was gonna make breakfast for Neon and I anyways, so it’s no trouble.”
Camomille looked up, meeting Arcane’s eyes, and gave a single, firm nod. “If you make me food right now, I will literally sing your praise with musical accompaniment. I’ll be in my room with my ears wide open.”
She trotted out without waiting for a response, leaving the couple to exchange an amused glance. Arcane couldn’t resist the temptation to lean in closer, nuzzling against the downy blue fluff of her chest. Neon let out an adorable giggle, wrapping her forelegs and wings alike around Arcane and drawing him into a tight hug.
“Don’t get too cozy in there yet, you.” Neon pushed him away with a warm smile. “I still haven’t had my breakfast.”
“Oh, right!” Arcane turned towards the fridge with a smirk. “And afterwards, maybe a bath?”
“Ooh.” Neon leaned forwards, resting her chin on a hoof as she looked him over. “And will you join me in this bath?”
“Well, obviously,” Arcane said. “It’s more fun that way.”
“Toss in some hot chocolate and you have yourself a deal.”
Arcane grinned. “I can do that.”
Breakfast passed by in a blur, with Arcane preparing a batch of strawberry pancakes with strips of bacon on the side. Camomille left her room only long enough to receive her plate and brew herself some fresh tea, leaving Arcane and Neon to eat together in a satisfied silence broken only by the occasional giggles from the latter. Arcane shook his head in bemusement as he watched his marefriend’s antics; as warm as she normally was in private, she was always doubly cute after getting a little high off their sex.
Now, with the kitchen cleaned—both of dishes and bodily fluids—and the bathtub filled with warm soapy water, Arcane led his marefriend to their bathroom. She was just about bouncing with each step as he closed the bathroom door behind them, and she paused only to give him a quick peck on the cheek before slipping into the fragrant water with a content sigh. She turned to him expectantly, eyebrows raised.
“Yes, and the hot chocolate, too.” Arcane’s horn glowed, and a steaming mug of cocoa floated into sight and down onto a platform built into their tub for that very purpose. Neon let out a squee of glee as she leaned forwards to take the first sip while Arcane joined her in the bath.
The warm water was immensely soothing on Neon’s tired muscles, and she turned to give Arcane a glowing smile as he cuddled up at her side, leaning his head into her neck. He sighed, taking a few moments to appreciate the heat of the water and the mare at his side. His eyes focused on the little replica of his cutie mark hanging from her collar, and the corner of his lips turned up in a small smile.
Neon felt the motion against her fur, and knew without looking what he was thinking of. She brought a wing up out of the water to wrap around him. “Whose am I?”
Arcane tapped a hoof to her collar. “You’re mine.”
She grinned, nuzzling into the top of his head. “I’m yours.”
Author's Note
Cute consensual latex bondage cuddlesex!
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