Nightmare Night

Chapters

Chapter 1 - Their First Time
Chapter 3 - Trixie's Place
Chapter 4 - Careful What You Wish For
Chapter 5 - Punishment and Reward
Chapter 6 - Practise Makes Perfect
Chapter 2 - Love in the Library

Chapter 1 - Their First Time

Author's Note

This chapter features F/f sex, Fem Dom, BDSM, Costume, Roleplay, Loss of Virginity, Toys and lots of love and snuggles.

This is Sparkler and Stonecutter's first time being alone together since returning from the Badlands. Will it be a night to remember?

Chapter 1 - Their First Time

“Nervous?”

Stonecutter glanced to her left and saw the question in Sparkler’s beautiful green eyes as she felt the Friendship Express begin to slow down. Nervous? Nervous didn’t even come close to how she felt at that moment. “I'm about to meet your mother, why in Equestria would I be nervous?” she answered. Her tone was light, but inside she felt like she did when she had one last hammer stroke to finish one of her sculptures.

As the brightly coloured steam train slowed on its way into Ponyville, Cloudburst, who was stood on her best friend’s right, spoke up, “You want another round with the tatzlwurm?”

“Uh huh…” Stonecutter stared resolutely forwards at the closed door of the steam train, watching the landscape move past outside changing from countryside to the outlaying buildings of the small town.

“I doubt the tatzlwurm wants another round with you,” Sparkler grinned and playfully nudged her much larger marefriend in her chubby side, “She's my mom. She won’t bite. But, even if she looks sexy, please don't tell me you think she looks sexy.”

“You have my word, Mistress,” eventually, Stonecutter looked across to her best friend and for the hundredth time that day, she rolled her eyes at the pale grey pegasus, “CB, are you really gonna wear just my shirt?”

Cloudburst turned the most innocent look she could manage to her taller friend. “No,” she said with a wide smile on her face, “I have my collar and horseshoes on too!” the little pegasus – whose head just came up to Stonecutter’s shoulders – performed a twirl, which sent the long dark grey tee shirt, the logo of which stated that ‘Rocks Rock’, rising up her body.

Sparkler gave Cloudburst an appreciative glance. She had to admit that her marefriend’s tee shirt did look good on her lithe athletic body. On Stonecutter it was a standard shirt. On Cloudburst it was a baggy nightdress that came down to her knees. “That twirl she just did confirmed that that’s all she has on.”

“I swear I'm going to Tartarus…” Stonecutter shook her head and giggled as the mighty steam train came to a stop at Ponyville station two minutes early. “I feel overdressed in this dress,” she hefted her bag on her shoulder and she smoothed out the long yellow sundress of wrinkles that weren’t really there. She was grateful that her red wagon would be delivered safely to her home by the station staff, it meant she didn’t have to pull it.

“You can underdress when we get to my place…” Sparkler’s wiggling eyebrows spoke volumes.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

On the crowded Ponyville station, Corona self-consciously pulled her long black leather coat around herself, just to make sure that nopony could see what she was ‘wearing’ underneath. The tall orange unicorn turned to the rather handsome turquoise hippogriff who had been standing by her side for the past hour, “Who are you waiting for?” she asked, just to make conversation.

Seafoam, who was not a small hippogriff by any means, still had to look upwards to meet the attractive older unicorn’s eyes. Yes, he was with Cloudburst, but there was no harm in looking, and the mare was very easy on the eyes. Especially as he was imagining what was under her long coat. “I’m waiting for my - I'm happy she is still alive, pet - Cloudburst. You're Sparky’s mom, correct?”

“I am, I’m Corona,” she extended her hand to the hippogriff and smiled, for she placed a name to his face thanks to his question, “Sparkler's told me about you and Cloudburst. You must be Seafoam.” The fact that he had said ‘pet’ hadn’t bothered her in the slightest.

Seafoam, who looked smart in his black jeans and white shirt, smirked, “Stoney too, I assume?” He liked this mare. She hadn’t flinched when he had mentioned Cloudburst was his pet. That alone placed her high up in his estimations.

“Oh yes,” Corona’s smile not only remained in place, it got wider, “I'm waiting to finally meet the pony who my daughter's fallen for.”

“I think they have fallen for each other,” Seafoam observed as he saw the Friendship Express slowly steam around the corner, “Stonecutter is a good find.”

“So, I've been told. It's still my motherly duty to embarrass them both,” Corona grinned like a mischievous overgrown filly at the sight of the approaching train, “And here's my chance!”

Seafoam laughed out loud, “Ma’am, I think my pet can out embarrass you.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Corona asked curiously. Then, when the train stopped in front of them and the doors opened, she got her answer as Cloudburst, carrying her bag on her shoulder and wearing the long knee length shirt, yelled ‘Master!’ at the top of her lungs and jumped from the train carriage straight into Seafoam’s arms. “I see what you mean.”

Stepping off the train behind the enthusiastic pegasus, Sparkler was just in time to see the long shirt billow up then fall back down around her thin body as she wrapped her legs around the hippogriff’s waist. “Well,” she stage whispered, “I knew I'd see that ass again…” Louder, she greeted her mother, “Mom, you made it!” Sparkler paid no mind to her mother’s suspiciously long black coat, because she knew what was underneath it.

“Of course, I made it sweetie,” Corona beamed and hugged her daughter, “It's Nightmare Night, Filthy let me out early.”

Sparkler looked her mother up and down with a critical eye. ‘That explains the coat’, she thought to herself, ‘That means she’s got the maid’s dress on underneath…’ “Just don't flash Stoney, I don't want to lose her to you.” Both Stonecutter and Corona gave Sparkler a very loud eyeroll.

“As if I would,” Corona smiled sweetly. While she did consider it her parental duty to embarrass her daughter, there was no way in Celestia’s, Luna’s or Cadance’s universes that she would remove her coat on the train station surrounded by all the ponies, griffons, changelings and hippogriffs milling around. “So, do you have time to come home for a bit? I got the costume you wanted for tonight.”

Affectionately, Sparkler squeezed Stonecutter’s hand and, standing on the tips of her hooves, she nuzzled the earth pony’s cheek, “I hope it’s as Moooving as Stoney's costume.”

Stonecutter blushed so hard that her slate grey fur was tinged with red and right then, she wished she could teleport herself off of the train station. “CB, we'll catch up with you later…never mind,” she gave up on trying to talk to her best friend when she saw that the pegasus was doing her absolute best to kiss Seafoam’s face off. Instead, she addressed Corona, “Ma'am, I'm Stonecutter.”

Corona shook Stonecutter’s hand, immediately noting how strong a grip the large earth pony mare had, “Corona, it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“I’m happy too,” Sparkler gripped Stonecutter’s hand tighter, “So let's take her home so I can show off my costume!” she hopped excitedly on her hooves. She had pointed out to her mother a couple of weeks ago the Princess Celestia costume she wanted. It was amazing and it would be amazing!

Without another word to Seafoam, which would have been pointless given he was stood kissing cloudburst like they had been apart for years, Corona turned and she led the way off the train station to her house. As they walked through Ponyville, they saw that the town was already decorated for upcoming Nightmare Night celebrations.

Applebloom and Big Mac had set out the apple bobbing stall and the pumpkin toss respectively, while above the spider fling and hoop toss stall, Lyra and Bon Bon were helping set the streamers and balloons. Muffins worked with Roseluck and Lily Valley to set up the jack-o-lanterns all along main street. “So, Sparkler,” Corona started as she used her magic to help lift up a heavy string of fairy lights into place, “How was the Badlands? Strange thing, I thought you were camping out with your friends...”

Sparkler blushed so hard it seemed she had a flame inside her head like the pumpkin lanterns they walked past, “It all worked out in the end…”

“Is that why Seafoam said he was happy his marefriend was alive?” There was no recrimination in Corona’s voice, but she was pleased that Sparkler had the decency to at least rub the back of her head and look ashamed.

“Well, you see, ma'am,” Stonecutter tried valiantly to come to her lover’s rescue, “We did technically go camping.”

“If counsellor Starlight hadn't told me earlier that you three were coming back,” despite her misgivings – and there were a few – she couldn’t yell at her daughter too much. From what she had been told, the journey alone had been hard punishment enough for them going, “I'd never have known you had gone to the Badlands in the first place.”

“It started out simple, mom, then the whole statuette thing just snowballed,” Sparkler was just relieved that her mother wasn’t dressing her down more than she was in front of her marefriend. “We got some bumps and bruises. In the end though, we made a new friend and the bad guys lost. Plus, I'm improving my jokes with a dragon!”

When they reached Corona’s house, the orange unicorn spun around to face both the younger mares, a deadly serious look on her face, “Alright, are you a changeling? Who are you and where’s Sparkler? I haven't heard you complain about your allergies or the dirt once on the way here. Where are you hiding her and how much is the ransom?” she saw the bemused look on Sparkler’s face and, when her daughter raised her eyebrow, she lost it and giggled, “I'm proud of you sweetie.”

“She did say she would wait till it was over,” Stonecutter said, trying not to wilt under Corona’s gaze or show herself up in front of her Mistress’s mother.

“They had a nice shower on the train,” Sparkler replied with a smile, for she had unapologetically made use of that shower in the first-class cabin for almost an hour on the way back. Like Cloudburst had said, Princess Twilight had paid for it, they may as well get their money’s worth out of it, “And Stoney has promised me an all-day spa date tomorrow.”

Grinning, Corona opened her door and let them in behind her. “Word of warning, you'd better deliver on the spa date, Stonecutter, my daughter loves to be clean,” as soon as she was inside, Corona shed her long black coat. “That's better!” Following the older mare inside, Stonecutter didn’t hear anything after ‘loves to be clean’, because she was staring open mouthed at the very small skimpy black and white maid's dress that Corona was wearing and she turned bright red.

Seeing Stonecutter’s reaction, Sparkler leant against her pet and, knowing what came next, she whispered, “Wait for it…”

‘It’ happened to be Corona bending over at the waist so she could remove the black high heeled horseshoes. “Mmmm, much better!” she sighed as she flexed her aching hooves on the cold hard wood flooring. Sweet Celestia if that didn’t feel good after working them all morning long!

“Gaaaaaaaah...wh-wha...” Stonecutter simply stared openly at the sight of Corona’s round upturned ass for a full five seconds. The miniskirt of the maid’s dress did nothing to hide it and the black stockings that came to her thighs just directed her eyes to those perfect round globes of flesh.

“Oh...” Corona said as she turned around and saw the unblinking slack jawed stare from Stonecutter, “Is she okay?”

“Yeah,” Sparkler gave her mother a deadpan smirk and waved her hand in front of Stonecutter’s face, “I don't think a that flash of yours did her in. Still with me, Stoney?”

Slowly, Stonecutter shook her head to force her brain to work. She silently offered a prayer to Cadance that she wore a loose dress and not tight pants, or she was sure the wet patch between her legs would have shown through. “Uuuh...yeah, I’m sorry, I ah, was distracted.” There was no point trying to hide it.

“Oh yeah!” Corona shook her ass and danced around her kitchen in a very good imitation of something the eighteen-year-old Cloudburst would do, not a forty-five-year-old mare, “I still got it! I still got it! Whooo!”

After Sparkler had tolerated her mother’s dance for a well-mannered amount of time, she coughed noisily, getting Corona’s attention in mid ass shake, because Stonecutter was starting to drool. “My turn, where’s my Celestia costume?”

“Oh right!” Corona, still in an exceptionally good mood, performed a little dance that shook everything, breasts and ass, over to the couch in the living room, where her daughter’s costume lay still in the packaging, “Here it is!” she then lit her horn and she levitated it over to the waiting Sparkler.

“All right!” Sparkler took the costume from her mother in her glowing green magical field as she undressed down to her panties and bra. “I've been looking forward to this for ages!” it was her first Nightmare Night in Ponyville but, excited as she was, she still folded up her white dress first before she took the costume out of the bag. When she looked at it, her enthusiasm leeched out of her like somepony had drenched her in cold water. “Um, mom, what is this?”

Poor Stonecutter didn’t know who to stare at most, seeing as how both unicorns were essentially in their underwear. She just wished she had underwear on, because she could feel her wet arousal leaking down her inner thighs. “It's your costume of course!” Corona stated like it was obvious, making the earth pony focus on her, “It's the one you wanted, right?”

“This isn't Celestia…” Sparkler didn’t know what the costume was. Sure, it was white, but there didn’t seem to be enough material present to form a whole costume. She turned it over in her magic, looking for a tag.

“Oh, well...it's close enough, isn't it?” Corona waved her hand dismissively in the air.

Sparkler’s search for a tag bore fruit after moment. “MiAC?” her eyes went wide. MiAC, as everypony knew full well, was the name of the chain of adult stores across Equestria run from the Crystal Empire by none other than Princess Cadance. Every city and most towns had a MiAC, some had two – Manehatten had four – of the stores that bore the Princess’s initials. “MiAC! I...I can’t wear this...I...”

Seeing her marefriend flounder and start to shut down, Stonecutter again tried to come to her aid. “I think you should put it on, but your underwear is good look too.”

“Fine…” Sparkler pouted as she did her best to pull up the costume and fit it on her body. By Luna it was tight!

Corona though, thanks to many years of exposure, was immune to her daughter’s pouting and her tantrums. “Well, Sparkler, come now, it's Nightmare Night! You told me four days ago you needed a costume! Everywhere was sold out.” She watched her daughter squeeze herself into the costume, the sides of the skirt were slit all the way up to her hip, and the bodice was a slingshot type. The only thing that was not ‘adult’ in nature were the fake wings, “MiAC was the only place that still had costumes!”

Stonecutter certainly was not complaining. In fact, she was sure she had a nosebleed at the sight that greeted her. “Oh. My. Celestia...I mean, Daybreaker...” reverently she dropped to her knee in a deep respectful bow.

Sparkler wanted to cry, so much so that she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. But, when she saw Stonecutter drop to her knee and bow, bow to her, she felt a surge of confidence and self-assurance she certainly hadn’t felt a moment before. She placed the stylised burning tiara on her head and took the fake flaming sword from the packaging and she felt a wave of power wash over her. “Well my subject, you may rise. As for you,” she looked at her mother, “This will do.”

“Well,” Corona grinned, though inwardly she was relieved that Stonecutter had done what she had done and cut off Sparkler’s tantrum before it had chance to fully develop. They weren’t pretty to endure. “I'm pleased you think so, your highness. Anyway, I'm going out later. I'll need to avoid the colts and fillies knocking for candy.”

Now she was happy, Sparkler skipped across the living room and hugged Corona tight, “I’m sorry for freaking out there. I...I guess I'm up to wearing your line of clothing now.”

“My,” Corona squeezed Sparkler in the hug, “I see my filly really is all grown up. I'm going out to Trixie's Place; they have a Dom & Sub night on and I’m hoping to get lucky. Don't wait up.”

“You look good in that, Mistress,” Stonecutter said as she at last stood up, “Are you going to wear it out there?” she pointed to the closed front door, “We need to head over to my place for my costume.”

Separating from her mother, Sparkler gyrated exaggeratedly in the costume to make sure she stayed in it and she didn’t spill out of it. She needn’t have worried. It was like a second skin now it was on. “Okay, I need to lose the bra as it looks stupid. So, ah, mom, you got a clean thong I can borrow?”

Watching, Stonecutter was very much enjoying the gyrating performance, saving that sight in her mind for her fantasies later when she was alone. Corona giggled, “Yes I do have a clean thong, you know where they are, though I'm surprised I haven't been lectured about going to Trixie's Place.”

“Now that I know I have needs, I can better understand that you do to. Just, be careful and don't bring something home that will...” Sparkler blushed at the tone in her voice, “Well, just be careful.”

“Yes 'mom',” Corona kissed Sparkler and she nuzzled Stonecutter, “I'll be careful. Trixie's Place does have security. Now you go have fun, I need to get ready to meet a hugely well-endowed stallion.”

“Ma'am...you have one damn sexy daughter,” Stonecutter stated the blatantly obvious as she watched Sparkler slip off her plain white panties before she skipped off up the stairs to get the skimpier pair from her mother’s bedroom.

As soon as Sparkler was out of the living room, Corona wasted no time at all in placing a firm hand on Stonecutter's shoulder. “I see you wearing a yellow collar. I know you will do what you will do, and I'm sure you have no reason to make my daughter cry. Just remember I’m a fully trained and capable battle mage and I know a lot of fire magic. You've officially had the 'mom' talk. Have fun and do what you've been doing.” Before Stonecutter could even think of a response to that, Corona walked up the stairs so she could get ready for her night out at Trixie’s Place.

“Ready, Mistress?” Stonecutter asked Sparkler when she re-emerged in the living room looking resplendent in her costume. She was thankful that her composure recovered rather neatly following the rather unnerving ‘mom’ talk.

“I am ready, ready to meet your parents.” Sparkler giggled as she did a perfect twirl in front of her lover, “I hope they don’t faint in awe of my mighty majestic power!” Then, Sparkler became quite serious, “Just so you know, once you become a regular here, she often adheres to the hippogriff clothing options.”

Stonecutter knew what that meant. “I'm doomed,” was all she had to say to that as she followed Sparkler out of the house. “So uh, the maid’s dress, she wears that when she works for Filthy Rich?”

“Yeah,” Sparkler rolled her eyes. She had been expecting questions regarding her mother’s work clothes and her job in general, “But all Rich does is look, a lot. She’s his maid, that’s it. As I say, he just gets off on looking. I...I love her and she is doing what she can to support me, Filthy pays very good money. I love you, but I don't want you to support me.”

“I get it, Sparks,” Stonecutter held her marefriend’s hand on the way through Ponyville to her house. Last minute preparations for the Nightmare Night celebrations were being put into place, so nopony really noticed what Sparkler was nearly wearing. “I'm just jealous,” she added playfully, “He gets to enjoy that view all day!”

It was a good thing that Stonecutter was ready to duck, because Sparkler used her flaming plastic sword to 'smite' her playfully upside the head. “I guess you'll have to dump me then. Because I know she will show off her goods every chance she gets. I’m waiting for her to tell me she was hired to stay at Trixie's Place.”

“Oh no, I have been smitten...um, smote?” Stonecutter laughed and she kissed Sparkler’s lips, “And I wouldn't dump you even if I could. I belong to you, Mistress, remember?”

“I know that in here,” Sparkler touched a hand to her chest, “But this,” she tapped her head, “Needs to catch up. Us nerds are strange like that.”

“Well, here's my place,” Stonecutter blushed and then she silently prayed to all the deities that may or may not be listening for her parents to be out, “But you know that...um...let's see if mom and dad are back from barrel riding Neighagara Falls. I um...they're very protective ponies...not that I'm sheltered! Oh...I'll shut up now…”

When the very red Stonecutter opened the door to her house, Sparkler pushed past her and she shouted out “Hello!” at the top of her lungs.

Fortunately for Stonecutter, it seemed that her prayer had been answered for there was no reply, but there was a small mountain of post cards on the other side of the door, all with pictures of an earth pony mare and stallion in various holiday locations across the country. On the top of the pile was one of them on the wild blue yonder rollercoaster in Las Pegasus, then another had them zip lining, a third showed them barrel riding Neighagara Falls, and so they continued. “Looks like it's just us, Mistress.”

Looking at the huge pile of post cards, and around at the silent dark house, Sparkler had a worried look on her face, “This isn't a Cloudy thing, is it?”

“A Cloudy thing?” Stonecutter raised her eyebrow at that and she wondered what she meant. However, when she saw the genuinely worried look on the unicorn’s face, she broke character. “No, Sparks. My folks are still off on their latest adventure holiday is all. Two weeks every six months they let off steam and do all these crazy things.”

Relieved and reassured, Sparkler nodded now she was safe that she wasn’t about to be pranked. “Okay. Well, you got a bit of a tour of my place before we went to the Badlands. Not a lot there, so I want a tour of your place. Start with your bedroom, please.”

Happy that Sparkler was okay, Stonecutter smiled and again resumed her submissive character. “Yes ma'am!” she led the way up the stairs, swaying her ass all the way up to her bedroom on the third floor. “You've already seen my workshop,” she said, thinking back to the day they had the picnic outside Fluttershy’s cottage before Spike had appeared before them all battered and bruised.

In the bedroom, Sparkler’s opinion was that it was very ‘Stonecutter’, that was to say it was minimalist in the extreme. The exposed floorboards were painted in alternating dark and light green, the wood panels on the walls again alternating dark and lime green. The furniture, Sparkler assumed, was a set, because the vanity, wardrobe and the four-poster bed were all fuchsia with dark purple highlights. The bookcases looked rough-hewn and hand made, and there was an old tv in her room, along with a whole stack of vhs tapes. “Okay,” the unicorn mused, “So the inner girly mare is not hiding in your bedroom.”

Walking past her wardrobe, Stonecutter opened up her closet. Inside on the wall was a Post Crush poster and large Equestria's Most Wanted band picture, along with an exceptionally pink 'Cadance' style Princess dress as well as her usual functional clothes. Looking inside, Sparkler was immediately drawn to the very pink dress. “I could totally daybreak Cadance, but I know you have your heart set on moooving me this evening.”

Stonecutter giggled nervously as she took out a large brown package marked with her name in a very scruffy handwriting that screamed ‘Cloudburst’. “That's my cutecinera dress. This is my costume. I asked CB to get it for me the other week while I was work...ing…. oh no!” her eyes widened in horror when she realised what she had said.

Cloudburst had got her the costume. It could literally be anything.

Thinking the same thing, Sparkler backed away several steps in case the package exploded and showered them in gunge. “My mom got me my Celestia costume as you can see. Afraid CB got you a goat outfit?”

“No,” Stonecutter shook her head, “I'm afraid she got this from the same place your mom got yours,” with that, she opened it up and dropped it on the bed. At first glance it was a cow costume like she had requested but, sure enough, the details soon became apparent. It was made of super stretchy skin tight latex, decorated white with black splotches, with removable patches for the nipples and crotch so they could be exposed.

As soon as she saw the outfit and all it’s very adult additions, Sparkler lost it in a fit of giggles. “MiAC for the win! I will let you wear the child friendly version when we go out. Maybe it will be that way when we come back in later…”

For what felt like the millionth time that day alone, Stonecutter coloured up in a huge blush as she stripped off the dress she was wearing, to stand naked in her room. It wasn’t being naked with Sparkler that worried her, they had been naked together before, it was the thought of wearing ‘that’ outside! “Oh, there was this in here too, I think Seafoam left it,” bending over in her closet in much the same way that Corona had done – and it got the same response from Sparkler – she took out and placed the bag that contained the yellow 'starter BDSM kit’ Seafoam bought them. “They have a key to this place.”

After she had recovered from the glorious sight of her marefriend’s bent over beautiful wide ass, Sparkler looked in the bag and smiled, she remembered the rope tutorial that Seafoam had given her last week. “I think I'll keep the rope if I have to do a bit of rodeo with my lovely bovine.”

Stonecutter looked down at the latex outfit and she was about to cry, then, on the verge of tears, she remembered that Sparkler had been about to do the same, but she still got dressed. “Yes Mistress,” though she was blushing heavily, she started to get dressed in the very tight outfit. By the time she had it on, it did not leave anything to any imagination whatsoever.

Sparkler gazed upon her marefriend, amazed and open jawed. The cow outfit accented every single curve and showed off every chubby roll she possessed. Thighs, breasts, love handles, her crotch, everything was on display. She loved it. “Have I told you that you are udderly beautiful?”

Stonecutter groaned and her head shaking at the awful joke turned the 'about to cry blush' into a tension breaking laugh, “Thank you Sparks. By the way, I got you a Nightmare Night present, if you'd like it?”

“What?” Sparkler pointed at her pet, “You mean you're not it?”

“I'm part of it.”

“I rather like all of your parts.”

Still blushing, something that was threatening to become permanent, Stonecutter turned back to her closet again she bent over at the waist, though this time Sparkler’s enjoyment of the act was greatly increased by the latex that stretched over her huge ass and her crotch. “Here it is...” She turned to show the bright pink MiAC bag clutched in her hands.

Taking the bag in her hands, Sparkler looked inside and saw something that almost made her drop it in shock. It was more than just a strap on dildo, it was an extra-large bright yellow strap on dildo. She looked it over very carefully, studying each moulded vein and the medial ring before giving it back. “Are you sure?”

“I am sure when I'm with you, Sparkler. And I bought that. Not CB, just so you know.”

The significance of that and what it meant was not lost on the bright yellow unicorn. “Leave it on the centre of your bed. I'm staying here tonight.”

“Yes Mistress,” Stonecutter placed the sex toy almost reverently in the exact centre of the bed.

Watching, Sparkler appreciated the way her pet placed the toy. It pleased her OCD no end to see it placed so perfectly. To show just how much she appreciated it, she walked over and, as soon as she was close enough, she removed the cover over Stonecutter’s left breast and she sucked hard on the nipple. “Not sure what I'd do if I actually got milk from you,” she giggled and replaced the cover.

“Aaaaaaahn...” Stonecutter gasped as she felt her nipple harden in Sparkler’s mouth, “Probably strap me into a milking machine like a good cow?”

“Please tell me you have one of those?”

“Down in my workshop under a tarp.”

Not expecting that as an answer, Sparkler froze and blinked her eyes once then twice. Anypony else, and she would have thought they were messing with her, but she knew her marefriend was absolutely honest as the day she was born. “Okay, that was unexpected. Not unwanted, but wow. I mean…wow! How long have you had that, Stoney?”

“Since momma was going to throw it out. She was a milk mare till just recently, as well as an architect. I uh, I made the frame to rest in, after I got to know Seafoam, he leant me some videos.”

Affectionately, Sparkler kissed Stonecutter’s lips again and again. “Outside of our little role play,” she said softly, peppering her lover’s muzzle with kisses, “I have never thought of you as a cow. Then, I didn't know your mom was a milk mare either. I'll use it as long as we are doing it together.”

Stonecutter closed her eyes and she allowed the kisses to wash over her, soothing her like a cool hand would sooth a fevered brow, “I know it sounds dumb, but I just couldn't throw it away. Then I saw the kinky milk mare videos, and I made the frame to copy it, sometimes when carving and sculpting gets too stressful, I get in it for a little time. It…calms me.”

“I'm getting wet just thinking about it,” to show her lover just how wet she was getting, Sparkler took Stonecutter’s hand and she placed it between her legs. Then, she placed her hand between Stonecutter’s thick thighs and they gently caressed each other’s sopping wet marehoods. “Come pet, before we get too carried away, we have some Nightmare Night stuff to do.”

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“That was fun!” Stonecutter walked hand in hand with Sparkler along Mane Street back towards her house. After spending three hours going around every single stall and attraction on offer, the celebrations were at last winding down. The earth pony mare then nudged the plush parakeet that Sparkler held in her arms. “Did you enjoy your first Ponyville Nightmare Night?”

“I did, it was a lot more fun and a lot less stuffy than in Canterlot. Well, except for Petey here,” Sparkler giggled and she proudly held up her carnival toy that her marefriend had won for her on the pumpkin toss.

“You asked for a parakeet, and you got a parakeet...after several attempts.” Stonecutter had wanted to win her marefriend something on the test of strength stall, but both the stallholder and Sparkler had refused to let her play on the grounds that she would break the game. They were right, but it would have been easier than tossing pumpkins.

Giggling, Sparkler waved her prize around like it was talking, “I think you, brave pony, for releasing me from my prison.”

Stonecutter couldn’t help but snicker, “At least you’ll have one thing in your room that isn't pink.”

Looking down at her rather daring costume, Sparkler provocatively wiggled her eyebrows, “I just don't have my eyeliner with me.”

As they walked along the dark, slightly chilly street – it was almost nine at night – Stonecutter had a thought. It was a thought she’d had a few times since she had met Sparkler, but other things had happened, like having to recover the lost pets and travelling to the Badlands to distract her. “Hey, you know your talent's fireworks?”

“Yeah, it is,” Sparkler gave her marefriend a curious look, wondering where this was going, “Why do you ask?”

“Could you show me some?” Stonecutter asked eagerly. She loved a good fireworks show, who didn’t? There had even been a display outside the Castle of Friendship to start off the Nightmare Night festivities. “I know you've cast them before, but that was in daylight. I'd like to see them in the dark, please

“So, like, that’s okay?” Sparkler asked disbelievingly, “You need a permit in Canterlot.”

Laughing brightly, Stonecutter kissed the very tip of Sparkler’s yellow nose. “You said it yourself. Less stuffy than Canterlot.”

“Okay, hold Petey for me, and make sure she can see the show,” Sparkler giggled as she handed over the stuffed animal, “I think some orange ones with a mix white thunder booms. Stonecutter was happy to see anything, regardless of what it was. She held the parakeet like it was made of gold, and as she waited for her own private show, she saw Trixie Lulamoon over the road doing some close up street magic to entertain what few revellers remained at this time.

Stepping away to give herself some space, Sparkler stood in the middle of the road and she licked her lips. Concentrating on her standard pattern of fireworks, Sparkler lit her horn and Stonecutter could barely see a faint streak of light from it go up into the sky. A second later and a huge orange pumpkin shape with black eyes and a mouth burst out, lighting up the dark night sky. That was quickly followed up by two loud white flashes that were so powerful that Stonecutter could feel the sound conclusion. Sparkler ended her impromptu display by firing off several orange, yellow and white candy corns.

“Whoooop!” Stonecutter enthusiastically cheered and applauded, clapping her hands together until they started to feel sore.

“Bravo!” As it happened, Stonecutter wasn’t the only one who had been watching the display. Trixie Lulamoon hadn’t just watched, she had captivated and enthralled by the skill on show. “The great and powerful Trixie has heard of your skill in the Badlands and now she can see it for herself, and as a performer, Trixie appreciates skill.”

“How do you know about that?” Stonecutter asked as she watched Trixie effortlessly close the distance between them. The older unicorn looked like she was putting on a show, what with her tight white leggings and her very tight corset under her trademark long cape and hat, “We 've only been back five hours!”

Trixie snorted dismissively, “The obedient and submissive Starlight tells the loving and dominant Trixie everything. Anyway,” and now she addressed Sparkler directly, “Trixie would like to offer you a job creating fireworks in her magic show.”

“You, you want me to work for you?”

Trixie shot Sparkler a nonplussed look, “Yes, did Trixie not make that clear?” she wondered if she should have been clearer, “It would be mostly weekend work. That's when Trixie performs her stage act. You would be required to set your impressive fireworks off on cue, and to be the great and powerful Trixie's sexy and attractive assistant.”

Sparkler blushed a bright red that was even visible in the dark, “Well, I can do fireworks of any colour and pattern you want. My marefriend is the sexy one, though.”

Like she was looking at Stonecutter for the first time, Trixie noticed the chubby earth pony mare and looked her over with an appraising eye. She was admittedly pretty, if her body shape was a little unconventional, with a ‘rustic’ charm that the latex suit she was wearing showed off to a tee. “Hmmm yes, Trixie sees what you mean, but you do set the Daybreaker costume off very well.” She snapped her fingers and made her mind up on the spot, “You're both hired! Trixie can at last do her body swap illusion! Or is it the head swap illusion? Oh well, it's one or the other.”

Full of pride, Sparkler straightened and stood a little taller, “It is so good of you to notice. I will ensure your performance is great and powerful, Trixie. Thank you for this chance!”

“It is Trixie that thanks you, both of you. There's a show in two weeks. We'll consider it a trial, see how that goes, and sort out a contract afterwards.”

As soon as Trixie was out of sight, Sparkler performed a happy hoof dance right there in the middle of the closed off street, “I got a job! We got a job!”

“Yes you did!” Stonecutter delightedly hugged Sparkler so close that the unicorn struggled to breathe, “We got jobs! Although, I had no idea that counsellor Starlight was Trixie's pet, Mistress.” That had, admittedly, been something of a revelation.

Sparkler snorted out a laugh, “You didn't? Like, you really didn’t? If you had the choice of sleeping in a very comfortable castle or a tiny cramped wagon, where would you sleep?”

“I don't think I'd fit in Trixie's wagon, Mistress, to be honest,” as they spoke, Sparkler began to steer them in the direction of her marefriend’s home, and the earth pony thought on it some more. “Is that why Starlight always wears those blue earrings?”

“Maaaaaaybe,” Sparkler giggled, for not every submissive wore a collar. She knew enough that some wore earrings, some even wore tattoos, as long as it suited the couple, then it was fine. “And why she is grumpy some mornings after a tight fit sleep.”

Stonecutter couldn’t help herself. She burst out laughing so hard that she almost dropped Petey. “This calls for a celebration, Mistress!”

“Your place?”

“My place,” Stonecutter winked, because the fact that Sparkler had been attempting to lead her back to her house had not gone unnoticed. “We did leave that new yellow toy in the middle of our bed.”

The fact that Stonecutter had referred to her bed as ‘our’ bed instantly made Sparkler incredibly hot for the sexy slate grey pony. Had she been considerably braver, and had somepony scooped out all her insecurities from her head, she might have pushed her against the wall and took her then and there, it wasn’t like anypony was watching them. But, she refrained. “The Day shall break you, my fine cow.”

“Well...if you think you can.”

“Challenge accepted.”

“I mean, I'll try and lie in the exact middle of the bed so I don't upset your OCD,” Stonecutter giggled on the way back to her home. She was channelling what she had learnt from Seafoam and Cloudburst, and being naughty in a good way.

Sparkler placed her hand over her mouth to stop any laughter, which was a good thing, and once she was under control, she said, “My Overzealous Centred Discipline will overcome your off centred approach.” With that, she followed as her pet led her through a couple of back streets, going the quick way, to her house. Once they were there, Sparkler entered in front of the earth pony like she owned the place. As soon as they were in and Stonecutter closed the door, Sparkler pushed her marefriend back against the door and kissed her firmly on the lips.

“Mmmmmm!” Stonecutter held Sparkler and she squished the bright yellow unicorn into those big hefty fleshy breasts that she liked so much.

Moments later, Sparkler released the kiss, having proved her point and claimed her pet’s mouth, she was eager to claim the rest of her body. “Hands to your sides, pet. I'm running this rodeo.”

‘That's a very new, very dominant tone...I like it…’ Stonecutter thought and with a “Y-Yes ma'am,” she obediently lowered her arms to her sides.

Again, Sparkler kissed Stonecutter’s lips firmly, passionately, claiming her lips and dominating her mouth until she pulled away and whispered, “Silence.” With the simple order hanging in the air, Sparkler grasped the zipper on the front of Stonecutter’s costume and she slid it down to just past her breasts and then she took her time pulling each of the large mammaries out by the hard nipples before releasing them and letting them drop down.

How Stonecutter remained silent was a mystery to her. All she thought was ‘Oooooh sweet Celestia!’ and then, when the unicorn started to suckle upon her erect nipples, she inhaled sharply, making a small gasping sound as her nipples hardened up even further. Sparkler was careful to give equal attention to the other breast before she put a finger in her pet's collar and pulled her along to the bedroom. ‘Oh my...’ Stonecutter allowed herself to be led along, her breathing hitching with every clopping step of her hooves.

In the bedroom, the first thing that Sparkler did was to finish undressing Stonecutter, using her magic to telekinetically remove the latex cow suit – and paying way too much attention than was strictly necessary to the earth pony’s already sopping crotch, “I do love the costume, but I want nothing between you and my hands.” Once she was completely undressed, Sparkler pushed Stonecutter onto the bed with the palm of her hand.

Stonecutter, who was about to answer, just in time remembered the silence order, closed her mouth and nodded her head. Though she could normally have easily resisted the unicorn’s push, right then, a light breeze would have blown her over. ‘It...it's really going to happen!’ she thought, swallowing nervously as she laid on her back on her bed.

As soon as she was on the bed with her, Sparkler explored Stonecutter's body with both hands and some tongue. She was taking her time, in no rush whatsoever. “Aaaaaah...” try as she might, and she did try, the earth pony couldn't stop the long low moan escaping her lips when she felt Sparkler’s tongue meet her collar bone and her hands caressed her belly.

Above her, Sparkler had to stifle a giggle, “Such a naughty mare you are,” with a flash of inspiration, she got up, leaving her pet on the bed as she went to look in her closet to see what she had to play with besides the dildo on the bed.

Her search was rewarded almost instantly by the discovery of the bag of yellow MiAC stuff that Cloudburst had left on her last visit, which included ropes of varying lengths, a blindfold, ball gag, extendable spreader bar, handcuffs and bullet vibrators. All, she noted, coloured yellow. “You are a very naughty mare.”

When Stonecutter saw Sparkler return from the closet with the bag of goodies held in her magic, she panicked. “It's not all mine!” she squeaked without thinking, “CB and Seafoam stay over sometimes...oops...”

Sparkler shook her head, “I don’t think you need to prove how naughty you are,” she then levitated out the ball gag from the bag, “But his will slow down your path to naughty land.” She giggled, and if it was possible, Stonecutter got even wetter as she opened her mouth to accept the round ball of the gag. Concentrating hard, the unicorn floated the ball into place before she secured the strap around her pet’s head. Then, she pulled out the rope. “If I'm hurting you in any way, I want you to nod your head rapidly.

Sparkler used her magic to roll her pet onto her front, then she used her hands to tie the earth pony’s arms in a box tie behind her back. Not that she didn’t trust her magic, far from it. She wanted to feel the rope in her hands and for them both to know that she had rendered her lover helpless.

Still on her front, Stonecutter nodded once, slowly, to show she understood and then a smile appeared on her face, ‘Dear Celestia, it's finally happening!’ she thought as she felt Sparkler bend her legs at the knees and wrap some more rope around, tying her hooves to her chunky thighs. To keep them apart, she then added short spreader bar between Stonecutter’s ankles and extended it until she moaned, “Mmmmm!”

Happy that her pet was comfortably uncomfortable, Sparkler used her magic to lift Sc to a kneeling position in the centre of the bed then, she moved the strap on dildo so it was in front of the bound pony, resting between her legs. Stonecutter 'struggled' in her bonds, testing them. If she really tried, she knew she could break them, but she was fully in the moment, like Cloudburst had been with the roc.

Sparkler then walked over and took a seat on a pouffe next to the bed, in front of the vanity to watch the show. “You do jiggle nicely when you squirm. You may nod or shake your head. Did you like my little light show?”

Quickly, Stonecutter nodded her head, for she enjoyed it a lot. Smirking at her pet’s response, Sparkler decided to put on another light show by lighting her horn and creating a spectral flame in her hand and then she passed it back and forth between her hands like it was a softball. “I bring you the day, and I…” without warning, she tossed the ball of magical fire at Stonecutter, “Break it!”

When it reached Stonecutter, the ball of fire evaporated harmlessly, though that didn’t stop the earth pony mare squeak through her gag in genuine fear. Sparkler’s grin turned evil at her pet’s reaction to that, and to enjoy it again, she created another of a different colour, glowing fire of ethereal green. “I'm not called Daybreaker,” she said as she tossed the ball of green flame with perfect aim, “For nothing!”

Just like the first, the second ball of fire poofed harmlessly against Stonecutter’s huge breasts, though this time there was a warmth from it that flowed across her heaving chest. “Eeeeeeek!” she squeaked adorably when the slightly warm flame touched her body, well and truly in her submissive role.

Sparkler stood up from the pouffe and she was pleasantly surprised to discover her inner thighs wet with her arousal. “Shall I break you, my pretty, pretty mare?” As soon as the question had left her lips, Stonecutter nodded her head, sending drool from the gag spattering onto her vast chest. Finally, Sparkler picked up the strap on and rubbed it all over her pet’s breasts, covering it in the copious amounts of drool, and then she rubbed it back and forth between Stonecutter's legs. “This is my sword.”

Stonecutter trembled in anticipation of what was to come, which became a shiver when the wide veiny toy touched her tight virgin slit, then she nodded her head to show she wanted it. “I may just split you in half with it,” Sparkler commented as she lifted up the well lubricated toy in her magic and she removed the lower part of her dress. “A mighty weapon I have!” the unicorn declared once it was strapped in place.

Wielding the long, wide, strap on, Sparkler got up onto the bed and, standing in front of her pet, she slapped it across her face. Stonecutter blushed bright red, and she got redder and wetter with each slap to her face. Any nervousness she had was gone, given way to pure arousal and need. “Eeaath Ithreeth...” she begged for her owner’s cock, drooling onto her already wet chest.

Standing over her bound lover, Sparkler adjusted herself so she could shove the phallus between Stonecutter's breasts which, thanks to the amount of drool that had landed on them, were well lubricated. “I do love these, almost as much as I love you.”

When they both moaned together, looking longingly into each other’s eyes, Sparkler moved behind her pet and shoved her face first onto the bed. “The spreader bar has to go…” she removed that and, leaving her arms and legs tied as they were, the unicorn lined herself up behind Stonecutter's raised ass. “Are you really ready my pretty, pretty mare?”

Stonecutter had a fraction of a second’s pause then she nodded her head enthusiastically but not too quickly, she didn’t want her Mistress to think she wanted out, she was so wet she was actually dripping onto her bed. Permission given, Sparkler adjusted the tip of the fake cock and, in one smooth thrust, she entered her marefriend’s vagina all the way up to the hilt, medial ring and all.

“AAAAAAAAAH! AAaaaAAAAAH aaaAAAAAH!” Stonecutter let out a series of loud pained and pleasured screams as she felt the huge toy enter her, split her and spread her muscular tunnel apart for the very first time. When the medial ring was forced into her, another scream left her as her hymen popped in an instant.

Behind her, Sparkler failed to notice the thin trickle of blood that seeped from her lover’s stretched marehood. All she felt was the end of the toy in her rub against her clit. Once she was inside her, Sparkler gripped onto the earth pony’s wide hips and pulled back, almost withdrawing from her completely before thrusting back in to the hilt, her hips slapping Stonecutter’s ass a lot harder than she had done before.

With the force of the hard thrust, Stonecutter’s body lunged forwards on the bed and she spread her legs for balance, “Give it to me, Mistress!” she screamed, though what came out through the ball gag was little more than unintelligible nonsense. Thankfully, Sparkler seemed to get the gist of it. Spurred on by her lover’s encouragement, she withdrew midway and then she thrust forwards a third and fourth times, picking up her speed with every buck of her hips.

“AaaaAAAAAAHN! OOooooOOOOH!” Sparkler moaned, and she snorted like a stallion trying to breed his mare in the midst of her heat. She gripped Stonecutter’s yellow tail and pulled hard, earning herself a very lewd groan from her pet.

“EEeeeeEEETH! UUuuUUUUCK eeeEEEEE!” Stonecutter screamed in time with each hard stiff thrust of the toy into her depths. She could feel each vein and the medial ring force her tunnel apart, moulding her around its length. Every time the cock plowed into her, it sent her further and further into heaven, into heights of pleasure she had never experienced before.

Sparkler had lost count of the times she had bucked her hips and the toy into Stonecutter’s marehood. The bedroom echoed to the sounds of sex, of flesh slapping against flesh, of wet schlicking sounds as the phallus entered and withdrew at almost breakneck speed. Still, the unicorn did not slow her pace. If anything, she sped up. Grunting loudly, she plunged into her pet the hardest and roughest yet, mashing her hips into Stonecutter’s rear end.

“EEEEETH! EeeeEEEETH AAAH AAAANT IIIIIT!” Stonecutter screamed through the gag, begging for more. The initial pain was long forgotten now, washed away by a tidal wave of pleasure as her eyes rolled in her head and she felt her orgasm rising in her core.

“Scream then, you pretty mare!” Sparkler ordered as she leant forwards over her pet’s back and bit down hard on her left ear, all the time roughly driving the toy in and out of her pussy.

Stonecutter did indeed scream, pushed as she was to the very edge of her climax, then, with an ear shattering “OOoooOOHHH! GAaaaAAAAAAAH!” she came, and when she did, she came hard, squirting her juices all over Sparkler’s crotch and thighs.

As she gave a particularly hard and brutal thrust, Sparkler could feel the force of Stonecutter’s orgasm underneath her. “Scream my name!” she ordered, and she was immediately rewarded by her pet. That sent the sweating unicorn over her own edge, and she hilted one last time, as deep as she could, and held it there as she rode out her own climax. Still inside her, Sparkler lowered herself over Stonecutter’s broad back. She reached under her to fondle her pet’s hefty breasts. “That was wonderful my very, very, pretty, pretty mare.”

“Uh huh...” Stonecutter slurred, spikes of pleasure rippling through her when delicate fingers groped her, “Aaah ooove oou...”

After a few moments, when their collective highs had started to fade, Sparkler pulled out and that was when she noticed two things. One was her marefriend’s vagina was adorable when it gaped like that, and two, she noted the blood. “Thank you for letting me be your first, Stoney. I love you so much!” With as much care as she could muster, she untied the ropes around Stonecutter’s legs and then she removed the ropes holding her arms behind her back. Gently, she rolled her onto her back, where she kissed her, removed the ball gag and kissed her again.

“Th-That...was...amazing, Sparks...”

“You are amazing, Stoney,” Sparkler kissed her lover’s lips, “Thank you for letting me in.”

“You can come in anytime you like,” Stonecutter giggled and leant up, planting a soft kiss on Sparkler’s nose, “That was the most amazing and scary and wonderful thing ever!”

Sparkler knelt up on the bed, “Did my fireballs give you a fright?”

“I...y-yeah, they did, I think I was lost in the moment, y'know?”

“You sound like Cloudy when she was in her sub space moment.”

Even though the unicorn had giggled, Stonecutter could tell she wasn’t ridiculing her. “Well...um...I think I found my sub space moment.”

Affectionately, Sparkler petted Stonecutter’s breasts, “I'm happy for you,” she followed that up with another kiss, “And for me.”

“I'm happy for you and me too,” Stonecutter giggled and she rolled back on the bed, her breathing just about coming back to normal, “I love you so much!”

“I love you, enough to let you change the bedsheets so we can sleep,” with a last kiss, Sparkler rolled off the bed and, standing on her hooves, she carefully removed the rest of her costume. Setting it aside, she resolved to keep it for when they played next.

“Yes ma'am!” quickly, Stonecutter whipped off the bedsheets and after bundling them in the laundry basket, she got a set of dry ones from her closet. “So...You were like, way dominant back there, I never heard that tone from you before. It was very hot.”

“Keep that thought in mind,” Sparkler walked out naked in search of dessert. In the kitchen, she was pleased to discover that the freezer was well stocked with all manner of ice creams. She selected the triple choc chip, two bowls, red wine and soda water. She carried all that in her glowing green aura and made her way back up the stairs, where she found Stonecutter laid out sexy style on the clean bedding, blowing her a kiss.

Carefully, Sparkler set the tray down on the bed and laid out the ice cream and the wine. “Try not to make yourself change the sheets again, my love,” she lifted her wine glass in a toast.

“I'll do my best, Sparks,” Stonecutter lifted her glass and clinked it to Sparkler's.

“From friendship, to love, to us.”

“To us,” the two mares then intertwined their hands and glasses and they drank from each other’s glass.

Chapter 3 - Trixie's Place

Trixie’s Place was an impressive building. At least, Corona thought so. Six storeys high and every one catered to almost every fetish and kink one could imagine. The façade of the club was always lit up in so much neon that Corona was sure it could be seen from space but tonight she noticed, as she walked up to the wide main entrance, it was, like every other building in Ponyville, decorated for Nightmare Night.

Corona giggled to herself as the simply massive stallion at the door – whom she heard tell one pony trying to get in that security was an art and couldn’t be rushed – let her in and she drank in the atmosphere on the ground floor. At least in here, with the Coloratura tribute act and on the stage and the pole dancers entertaining the tables scattered around the main dance floor, she was unlikely to be harassed by foals hunting for candy.

The forty-five-year-old unicorn adjusted her low cut tiny black dress to properly show off her chest and she strode over to an empty booth, her heeled horseshoes clacking as she walked and the high cut on her thighs purposefully showing off her long legs.

She was looking for some candy of her own.

Fortunately for her, the orange unicorn’s entrance into the night club had not gone unnoticed. A mountain of a yak in casual dress of blue jeans and a white shirt was stood by the bar and immediately the mare’s killer black dress caught his attention. He offered up a silent prayer of thanks to the Yakyakistan minister for sending him on assignment to Ponyville. One just didn’t get this talent back home. “Bartender,” he addressed the earth pony who had been serving him all night, “Do you know that mare?”

With a sigh, the earth pony looked over to where his customer was pointing and he nodded, because everypony knew everypony in Ponyville. It was just that kind of place. “That’s Corona. My coltfriend runs a stall in the Marketplace. She buys groceries from him all the time. She’s a good mare.”

The immense yak turned his horned head back to the barpony after drinking in the mare’s beauty for a good few minutes. “She looks like a good mare,” he rumbled in a voice so deep it could start earthquakes, “Do you know if she shares my kinks?”

“I know she’s not as delicate as she looks,” the stallion replied with a smile as he started to pour two drinks without being asked, “You have more chance with her than the other two I saw you strike out with earlier. See where she’s sat?”

He looked over at the unicorn and his hopes were lifted when he noticed she was sat in the section marked for submissives seeking dominants, and the earring she wore said she was looking for a male. He was about to ask the barpony what her drink was when he saw he had already poured a double whiskey and a pint of beer. The whiskey was not for him.

Sat alone at her table, Corona glanced around at the other creatures enjoying Trixie’s Place that night. Almost all of them looked at least ten to twenty years younger than her and she couldn’t help but think she should have just stayed at home. After a few minutes though, Corona saw out of the corner of her green eyes the large yak walking over in her general direction holding two drinks in his spade like hands. ‘Please Cadance let him be coming to me!’

While Corona had never been with a yak before, she did have a thing for very tall, very well built – and hopefully well endowed – stallions and he fit two of her three requirements right off the bat. She was distracted from the dancing ponies on the stages when he stopped by her table. She had to crane her neck backwards as she looked up at the huge mountain of a yak. “My...aren't you huge?”

“Very perceptive, and I still have my clothes on,” he gave her his best deep rumbling voice as he set the double whiskey down in front of her and sat opposite her with his pint in his hand. “Yak best at drink delivery.”

“So I see,” Corona smiles and gave him her very best salacious wink, “How clever of you to know that I like Dalwhinny whiskey.” Her smiler grew wider when she saw him make himself comfortable in the seat opposite hers. ‘Seems my prayer to Cadance worked!’ she thought to herself with glee, ‘I wonder what mountain he was carved from?’ Out loud though, she said, “Why don't you join me?”

“You look so well built, I doubt you're falling apart,” he gave her an appreciative look over now he was up close, his gaze lingering long and hard on her generous breasts that were barely contained by the little black dress she wore and he tapped his glass to hers, “But I'll be happy to catch you if you do.”

“And I'd be happy to be caught by you,” Corona said with that ever so sweet smile and as she took a sip of her drink she added, in her mind ‘amongst other things you can do to me…’ She didn’t say that out loud though. Instead, she offered him her hand. “I'm Corona. And you are?”

He took her delicate hand in his, dwarfing it in the process and he kissed the back of her hand. “I'm Tundra,” he rumbled and released her hand. “This is my first time to the Ponyville Trixie's Place. I was chatting with the bartender on prospects, and he seemed to know everypony. Even you.”

Giggling, Corona wondered if he was as big between his legs as he was everywhere else, and she nodded over to the bartender. “Highball knows everypony. Then again, everypony knows everypony in Ponyville. “I’m guessing, if you’ve been checking out prospects, you’ve struck out. Not what you're looking for?”

“More like 'you're huge' wasn't a compliment,” Tundra replied, taking a long drink of his ale, “They were not looking for a yak.”

Corona gave him her very best smouldering bedroom eyes and she ran one of her long legs slowly up and down Tundra's shin. She was quite pleased he had been rejected. It meant she had a chance. “I'm not complaining. The bigger the better. What are you, seven foot?”

“You're quite perceptive,” Tundra felt his crotch respond to the feel of the unicorn’s leg on his, “I’m just an inch over that. You're a D cup and one hundred forty two pounds.”

Delicately sipping her whiskey, Corona smiled, “Now who's the perceptive one? Yes I am, to both,” she continued to rub her hoof higher up his leg, venturing as far as his thigh, and she took a larger gulp for courage, for she knew he had been checking her rack out. “Want a better look?”

Tundra downed his pint in one gulp and, standing up, he held out his hand. Although the tiny black dress was leaving nothing to his imagination, he did indeed want a better look, and who was he to refuse such a generous offer? “I wonder if the second-floor lounge has as good a bartender as Highball?”

“Well, lets' find out, shall we?” Corona necked the rest of her whiskey and as she stood and placed her hand in his, the Coloratura tribute started up another song, but the orange unicorn only had eyes and ears for Tundra. She wasn’t small, at six foot, but he was a clear twelve inches taller than her and it excited her no end.

As they walked up the stairs to the second floor – where the kinky stuff that Trixie’s Place was famous for began – Tundra was content to just hold his partner’s hand as they moved out on to the lounge. Like the lower floor, there was a dance floor and a stage, as well as dancing poles scattered around the tables, but here the dancers were naked and the routines more erotic in nature. “I’ve never been up onto the second floor before,” she coughed and quickly corrected herself, “In Ponyville I mean.”

“At least Trixie is consistent,” Tundra eyed the dancers and the other patrons who were sat wearing an enticing mix of leather, chains and latex and, in the case of some submissives, nothing at all. “Yakyakistan, Manehatten, and Canterlot. I can't see this one as any different than the others.”

Corona walked over to an empty booth, pointedly not looking across to her left where a pegasi dominant was using her earth pony submissive as a seat, or to her right, where a unicorn sub in moulded Dalmatian attire drank from a water bowl under his Master’s table. And this was only the second floor. Higher up, it got worse. Or better, depending what one was into. “I imagine the same goes for the other cities as well.”

“Make yourself 'very' comfortable while I get you a fresh drink,” Tundra said in his deep rumbling voice, pointing to the semi-circular seat that ran around the table. It wasn’t a request.

“Yes sir,” Corona recognised that dominant authoritative tone in the titanic yak’s voice. It was a tone she hadn’t heard since her divorce from her husband over a year ago. As soon as he had turned his back and gone to the bar, she lit her horn and magically unzipped her dress partway down her back, enough that she could pull it down and expose her generous bosom.

In no time at all, Tundra returned to the table with the two drinks, again a double whiskey and a dark ale. “Less talkative, but she can still can pour whiskey.” This time when he sat down, yak sat next to her rather than opposite and he set their drinks on the table. “Trust, but need to verify.” With one strong arm wrapped around Corona’s waist, he cupped each of her breasts in his hand. “D for delightful.”

Skilfully, Corona turned her ‘eek’ into a ‘hmmm’. The way he handled her, so self-assured and dominatingly confident, was such an alluring turn on for her. “I trust you're not disappointed, Tundra?”

Tundra gave his partner a warm, generous smile. “Disappointed is the last thing I'd be when you let me sit down, Corona. Now, time to get a feeling,” he removed his arm from around her and he openly groped her big round breasts with both hands, uncaring of whom might be watching, “For you.”

“Oooooh...” Corona moaned as her nipples hardened into dark orange nubs that stuck out from her chest, “It's been way too long since anypony had a feeling for me.” And she really liked the way he was getting a feel of her.

“Share your drink with me. My hands are busy.

“Yes sir,” Corona was quick to obey and, while Tundra was busy caressing her breasts in his hands, she lifted up her glass in her glowing green magical aura and she took a big sip. Then, with the liquid pleasantly burning her mouth, she kissed the tall yak on the lips, transferring the drink with her tongue. Without breaking the kiss, Tundra swallowed the drink and then he extended the kiss, becoming more forceful. “MMmmmmmm!” Corona submitted to the kiss then she pushed back with her tongue. Tundra easily dominated the unicorn’s mouth, curious to see if she could open her throat to his tongue. After making a little show of 'fighting' him, Corona duly opened up her throat, while at the same time blindly groping for the crotch of his jeans.

Demonstrating just how strong and dominant he was, Tundra pressed on with his tongue until it successfully pushed past her uvula, and only when he had fully claimed her throat did he withdraw to break the kiss. He looked down at her hands fumbling with his belt and smiled at her. “Your turn to verify?”

Corona, in a little breathless daze from the hard-forceful kiss, blushed red like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Oh wow...” she breathed, the sexiness from the couples all around them was just white noise as she finally managed to unfasten his belt and opened up his jeans. “I should see if you're as big here as the rest of you,” she said, though she could already see and feel a very noticeable bulge.

Smirking, Tundra continued to fondle Corona's breasts in his huge shovel like hands. “I can say it is bigger than my tongue.”

Concentrating, Corona used her magic to tug Tundra’s jeans and his briefs down around his thighs and at last she got the chance to hold his member in her hand. Even semi hard she had to use both her hands. “Sweet Cadance...” she started to stroke it up and down and she felt it harden up in her grasp. Just then, gripping her breasts, Tundra pulled Corona down by her breasts so she could get a closer look at what he was packing. Corona took a good long sniff of his rod, the musky sweaty scent hitting the back of her nose and, as she bravely licked from the base of it all the way up to the tip, she felt herself get wet with her own arousal.

Sighing happily, Tundra moved his drinking hand to take hold of the mug of ale. He kept the other hand loosely on Corona's breast, but he did allow Corona to have her way with him. He was curious to see what she could do, if she could pleasure something of his size.

On her knees, Corona smirked, lighting her horn so she could massage his heavy swollen balls and she took the top few inches in her mouth, slathering her tongue all over his flat head. As she felt his cock throb and twitch, Corona let her lips close oh so slowly around the clock presented to her. Relishing it. Revelling in its presence. Its scent. The taste of it and the one who owned it. She gurgled giddily as she tasted that bead of glistening pre, salty and rich. Even the feel of it, the firmness in her muzzle, the way it twitched against her tongue, its warmth was all so addictively delicious.

It had been way too long since she had pleasured a stallion, particularly one this huge. If she had to guess, Tundra was at least fourteen inches now he was fully erect. Heaven. Utter heaven.

While Corona worked her magic, literally and figuratively, on his cock and balls, Tundra kept an eye out for security in case they might want them to move. Still, she was hidden by the table and he had stamina. While he casually took a drink of his pint, she hungrily and greedily bobbed her head back and forth, working the five inches of his length in her mouth with her lips and her tongue. After some time of her blowing him, Corona decided to up her game by taking him past her uvula and into her throat in much the same way as she did his tongue.

Tundra’s hand fondled the large breast as he let the pleasure of her efforts carry him away. 'I bet she can’t swallow it all…’ he thought to himself and, almost on cue, Corona both amazed and impressed him by doing just that! The orange unicorn pushed on past her well trained gag reflex and she took his whole fourteen inches into her throat until her nose touched his belly. Her hot breath came through her nose as she swallowed and contracted her throat muscles around his shaft in time with each deep throat she gave him.

She was a cocksucker at heart and she was damn good at it.

Panting softly, Tundra felt his balls tighten up as they were skilfully massaged in Corona’s magic. He was about to explode from the masterful blowjob he was being treated to. Under the table, Corona felt the cock in her maw announcing its own imminent release. Never mind that she could hear the yak’s ragged gasps and muffled, desperately happy cursing. She didn't need to hear them announce it to know what it meant when she felt the cock in her maw strained and pulsed more rapidly, and tasted more and more rich, salty pre-cum flooding her tongue with increasing volume and regularity. ‘This mare is a fresh breeze in the warm climes of Equestria!’ he thought to himself as he gave her breasts a squeeze.

Feeling the signs, and Tundra’s hands, Corona kept on sucking until she heard a loud haggard moan and then, a second later, she felt him, that unmistakable feeling of a cock in her muzzle, throbbing, twitching, letting loose all of the hot cum its body had to offer. The taste. Oh by Cadance, the taste! The heat. The rich, sticky thickness of that white essence being gifted to her without reservation. It was the ultimate delight and she made sure to swallow it all.

Corona took pride in swallowing it all, in milking the monster cock in her maw and throat for all it could give her.

Tundra had his eyes closed when he came. They were still closed moments later and as such he did not see the earth pony waitress approach him until she tapped him on the shoulder. “Sir,” she said politely, “I appreciate this is the second floor, but you should really be in a private room to do that,” she waved her hand to the table and to Corona under it, still sucking on his shaft.

When Corona finally pulled off of his member, slowly so that her lips and his head were connected by a thick line of drool and semen, Tundra gestured to it. “I understand, miss, I can be intimidating to ponies.”

Daisy Lace, the waitress, stared open mouthed in awed wonder at the third leg presented to her. “Wow...holy sh…”

“I know, right?” Corona grinned unashamedly up at the earth pony mare from under the table and, as she came out and stood up, she addressed her partner. “Would you like to get a private room, Tundra? We don't want to embarrass the stallions.”

“Good idea, Corona.” Tundra stood up to his full seven foot eight, easily towering over the waitress. He didn't bother to put his semi erect cock away or to zip up, instead he used a hand to hold Corona's hand and the other to hold up his jeans. “Could you please direct us to a room, Daisy Lace?”

“Yes of course, sir, ma’am,” Daisy nodded to each of them in turn, though she would have happily offered up her pay check for the week to swap places with the unicorn. “Do you have a preference?”

Corona did have a preference. “Aah...you do have fire proof rooms, yes?” the Trixie’s Place in Canterlot had element proof rooms, but it was a good idea to ask first.

“Yes ma'am,” Daisy Lace replied with a practised smile, “The element proof private rooms are up on the fourth floor, just make sure you check in with Firebrand at the front desk, okay?”

Tundra shrugged his immense shoulders. “Lady's choice,” he stated simply. In truth he was intensely curious as to why she would want or need a fire proof room. He was secretly hoping it was because she would fight him. He was a yak. He liked it rough, the rougher the better and if she put up a good fight, he could properly smash her.

“Fourth floor it is,” Corona blushed bright red when Daisy Lace turned and left them both alone, “I tend to get...fiery, when I'm really horny.” And by Cadance’s bouncing bosom, was she horny right then!

Tundra said nothing to that as they made their way all the way up to the fourth floor. He was silently contemplating how far he could go with this pony. He watched like a statue when she spoke with Firebrand at the fourth-floor front desk and booked them a room. Yes, Highball had said she wasn’t as delicate as she appeared, but could she really take him? All of him? “I'll have to see if I can ignite a conflagration within you,” he stated finally when they were inside the room. Without warning, he shoved her hard onto the bed that took up half of the room’s space, “I like to smash things, and I don't mind being smashed. Are you a weak little pony?” he asked with a sneer as he advanced on her, clear intent etched on his face.

Corona rolled backwards when she hit the bed, using the momentum from Tundra’s firm shove to come to rest on her knees, as she shot him a wicked grin. Lighting her horn with an intense green glow, she prepared to show him why she was a fully qualified battle mage. Casting her spell, two bright yellow fireballs appeared in her hands and she threw them with unerring aim at the oncoming yak. “I’m not weak.” Two more fireballs materialised in her hands and they were sent towards their target, “Are you a strong yak?”

The first two fireballs impacted on Tundra’s huge muscular chest. He was impressed with the unicorn’s power, for while they weren’t hot enough to burn him, he felt them nonetheless, especially when they forced him back two steps. The second volley, he backhanded them away from him, feeling the sting of the flames on his hands. “Think you're too hot to handle, pony?”

“I know I am,” Corona stood and kept her horn lit. This time she altered the spell and she created a ring of intense fire around Tundra that reached all the way up to his knees. For a split second he was frozen in place by the ring of fire that surrounded him. He was again impressed by the skill and mastery on display. He was in no doubt if she really wanted to, she could do him serious damage. Smirking, he released his jeans so they dropped to the floor. A mighty leap later and he was over the ring and onto the bed. He swiped Corona’s legs from under her and quickly he grabbed her by a fetlock and raised her up so she had an erection in her face.

Of all the things Tundra could have done, Corona was not expecting him to just leap over the flames she had created. Caught completely by surprise, the flames vanish with a loud, ‘Oooof!’ as she was hoisted upside down into the air by his shovel like hand gripping her leg. Quickly, the yak followed up his attack by grabbing her other fetlock and he split her legs like he was about to make a wish. With both legs seized and held firmly, he lifted her up higher and went in muzzle first into her sopping wet crotch.

“FuuUUUUUCK!” Corona moaned as her black dress fell down around her body. The sheer physical strength on display was quite intoxicating, as was the musky scent of his cock that was shoved firmly in her face. As he roughly licked at her slit, she reached around and grabbed his ass, steadying herself so she could lick his shaft.

Holding his prey tight, Tundra pulled her legs wider apart until she was in a dancer's split. Upside down, Corona was thankful for the fact that she was as flexible as she was. Snickering, she dragged her wet tongue up the whole length of his cock from his balls to his tip as her magic once again massaged his balls.

Encouraged by his partner’s actions, Tundra used his teeth as he licked and nipped from front to back covering both holes. He made sure to bite his way all over her labia, the mewling moans and dripping wet pussy telling him she could take a little pain. “Oooooh yeeeessss…” she breathed around his member as she felt his teeth bite at her folds. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. When his tongue circled her butthole and probed it, she let out a pleasured ‘eeek’ and deep throated his dick to let him know that was a good move.

As much as he enjoyed her oral skills – and he enjoyed them a lot – Tundra wanted something else from his mare this time. Effortlessly he lifted her higher and off of him. Higher and higher she went up his body, spit and drool from the interrupted blowjob leaking from her maw. When she was high enough that her head cleared the bed, he tossed her like a ragdoll and she landed like one on her back. Before she could recover, he was on her. He easily bent her long legs back and over her head so that she was fully exposed with her knees by her ears.

Standing on his hooves above her, Tundra took a moment to savour the view he was treated to. He had a choice of holes to fuck and both were equally inviting for his rock-hard tool. He was rewarded for his moment of frozen indecision by a magical slap from his ‘victim’ that landed hard enough across his face to leave a dull mark in its wake.

Literally slapped back to the here and now, Tundra wasted no further time. He lined up his head with Corona’s entrance and in one hard, stiff motion, he entered her all the way to the hilt. He could tell she was no maiden, but by Rutherford’s horns was she tight! Now he was inside her, he let go of the unicorn’s left leg so he could deliver a solid slap with his right hand on her firm upturned ass.

“AAaaAAAAAH YEEES!” Corona, who was by no means a virgin, still screamed out at the top of her lungs at the sudden, impactful insertion of Tundra’s full fourteen inches. She felt it inside her, spreading her, every vein, ridge and bump stretching her tunnel like never before. “AAaaAAAAH! HHNNNNGGGG!” she grunted and tried to give him another slap across the face to show she was no pushover, but, unable to concentrate on anything other than the heady mixture pain and pleasure in her marehood, her magic faltered. So, now her left leg was freed, she used that to aim a kick at his jaw.

Tundra though saw the hoof coming and he adjusted himself so that Corona’s kick impacted harmlessly off of his right-side horn. When it connected he pulled out halfway and in retribution for the attack he buried himself deep inside her once more, then he followed that up with another solid spank to her ass.

“GAAaaaAAAAH! OoooOOOOW ooooOOOOW!” Corona didn’t know what to scream at first, the massive cock piledriving her into the bed like a jackhammer or the shovel like hand that was tenderising her rear. Both were equally painful and pleasurable at the same time. Now he was building up a powerful rhythm, all thought of fighting him off fled from her mind. Her body knew what it wanted and she wanted it too. “Fuck meeee!”

“That I can do,” Tundra replied, grunting out snorts of breath through his nose punctuating every word. Highball was right. She was not as delicate as she seemed. His right hand grabbed her leg so that he could use his left to deliver a loud stinging blow to Corona's other ass cheek. It was important they matched, after all.

“Ow oooow!” Corona yelped in pain from the force of the slap she had been given. It been too long, way too long, since she’d had this kind of fun. It was utter bliss, being rutted by Tundra and his huge rod. “H-Harder! Pl-Please, harder!”

Tundra was a considerate yak. When he heard her beg like that for him to fuck her even harder than what he was currently doing, there was only one thing he could do. He let go of her legs so he could hold her tightly at the waist and he pulled her off as he pulled back and rammed her back on his cock with the down stroke.

Over the next few minutes and dozens of impalements like that, Corona’s screams of pleasure quickly dissolved into lots of mewls and whimpers and they in turn became one long lewd moan until she reached her first climax. Tundra though continued to ram her hard, each deep powerful thrust grazing her cervix. When he finally came, he sat on her upturned ass as he watched his shaft pump her full of his seed.

Corona achieved her fourth climax while he was still ejaculating deep inside her. In her imagination he was filling her womb with his torrent of semen. It wasn’t much of a stretch, because she watched her belly swell slightly with the sheer amount of the jizz dumped inside her. “Oh...oh w-wow...” she panted; her eyes crossed.

“You are a good pony to ride,” Tundra said when he finally pulled out of Corona. He took a moment to admire her gaping marehood and appreciate the fact that he had made it that way. When he saw his seed seeping out of her hole, he laughed and used her tail to mop up the excess.

“Free rides here!” Corona giggled sillily and after three attempts she managed to sit up, though she groaned at the sudden soreness between her legs. She wouldn’t have traded it for anything, though. She hugged his waist and breathed in his sweaty musky scent. “Yaks really are best!”

“Yaks beast at many things,” Tundra stated in his deep rumbling voice as he took his softening member and wiped it off on her mane, further marking her with his seed and making sure that she would carry his musky scent with her so that everycreature they passed would know who she belonged to, “But ponies like you do bring out our best.” He then lifted her up by the waist to show her that yaks were also best at kissing.

During the intense passionate kissing, Corona’s belly rumbled loudly. “Are yaks best at finding dinner, too?”

Smirking, Tundra placed his hand on Corona’s slightly cum-swollen belly, “The appetizer has worn off already?” his smirk became a laugh when she playfully stuck out her tongue and him and slapped his chest just as playfully. “Not all Trixie’s are best at food. Not eaten in this one, and I have only eaten at home or the hayburger here in Ponyville. Home cooking?”

“Home cooking works for me,” Corona, on her knees on the bed, leant in close and she kissed his lips long and hard. “You want to come back to my place? My daughter's out with her marefriend, we'll have the place to ourselves.”

“Daughter?” Tundra returned the kiss with one of his own and he caught the smell of his seed that currently stained her mane. “You wait till second date to show me off?” he asked with a laugh, “Your place is fine as long as you let me help you cook.”

“That’s a deal,” after another kiss, Corona staggered gently on her hooves as her little black dress fell back down around her body. By the fact she could only just walk, she knew she’d had a good time.

Purely to ‘help’ her, Tundra ran his hands along the sides of the unicorn’s dress so that it was pulled down and her D cup breasts were exposed. “I like this look. It suits you.”

Corona looked down at her exposed breasts and, when she caught the scent of him on her matted mane and tail, she giggled to cover her submissive arousal, “I like this look too, Master.” she blushed very, very hard at that, for it had been some time since she had last called anypony by that title.

‘Master?’ Tundra pondered that as he picked up his pants but he didn't put them on. He had never been called ‘Master’ before. He knew what it meant, he just hoped he could give her what she needed. “My car? Can I even fit in yours?”

“Yours,” Corona’s blush deepened into an embarrassed shade of crimson, “I walked.” Her car had been one of the first things she had to sell for bits when she and Sparkler had to move from Canterlot to Ponyville.

Tundra smiled down at her. “Now to see which of us is more distracting,” with his jeans held in his left hand, he took Corona’s left hand in his right and he led her out of the private room. Normally, Corona would not have walked out in front of other creatures with her breasts exposed like that. However, with him by her side, she felt like she could do anything. She walked out carrying her heeled horseshoes in her right hand, feeling rather proud of the looks and whistles they both got from the varying creatures enjoying Trixie’s Place.

They walked together hand in hand like that all the way from the fourth floor through the first and down to the basement parking garage. When they reached his pickup truck, Tundra held the passenger door open for his mare. “Tie?”

Corona assessed the applause, whistles and appreciative calls they had both received on the way down and nodded, “I'd say it was a tie,” she then got in the truck and she didn't bother to adjust her dress when she fastened the seatbelt around her.

Walking around to the other side, Tundra placed his jeans on the driver’s seat and then he sat on them, wearing just his shirt. He drove out and then he stopped at the garage exit. “Yaks not best on guessing directions.”

“You want to go straight on Mane Street, then go around the marketplace back onto Mane Street, then take a left, then a right.” Corona smiled and sighed happily as the powerful truck started up. “So, what brings you to Ponyville?” it seemed strange to ask ‘getting to know you’ questions now, after what they had both done back at Trixie’s, “I'd have asked earlier, but I had my mouth full.”

Considerately, Tundra wound down both door windows so that no glare would block any view from the outside into the car before he answered her. “Diplomacy! Yak best at making friends. The crazy pink pony said so,” he chuckled, “I'm the Yakyakistan Education Liaison, I’m here to see if the School of Friendship is meeting the needs of the yak students.”

“Well, I can't speak for the yak students, but it's done wonders for my daughter since we moved here from Canterlot,” Corona commented as she watched the houses that were all decorated for Nightmare Night go past the windows. Mentioning her daughter made her wonder if she’d had a good time with her marefriend.

“I only spent two days in Canterlot,” Tundra said in reference to the unicorn’s obvious accent, “I spoke with Ambassador Icehoof for briefing on my assignment. Princess Twilight is easy to work with, when she can find time to work with you.”

Corona nodded absent mindedly at that. As it happened, Princess Twilight had been at the train station with Pinkie Pie when she and her daughter had first arrived, so they were the first to greet them. That the station had been decked out with ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ banners still mystified her. “Sometimes I miss it, Canterlot I mean, but we've been here almost a year now. Starting to feel like home.”

“It is warm here,” Tundra said as he steered around the marketplace, the usual stalls moved aside for all the Nightmare Night festival attractions that were now closed down and shut up for the night, “But I’m sure I will get used to it. My assignment is for two years.”

“Really?” Corona asked, her ears perking up at that and she rested her hand high up on his thigh, her intention as clear as Tundra’s had been when he threw her on the bed, “Then let's hope I can make it an interesting two years…”

“I will ask a very personal question.”

“Go on, you will get a very honest answer.”

“Where is your daughter's father?”

That was not the personal question she had been expecting, if she was honest. She breathed a sigh of relief, because the answer was extremely easy. “I honestly don't know, Tundra. I was under the impression we were happily married. He messed around with another – younger - mare, so I asked for a divorce. One day, he just…didn't come home. He left me a note saying he wanted to be with a younger mare, that he'd cleaned out the bank account and he had gone. Just like that.”

As he drove along the dark empty roads through Ponyville, Tundra picked up on the bitter resentful tone in his mare’s voice and so he lowered his hand from the gear stick and squeezed her thigh. “Then,” he said in his kindest voice, “I will not worry about a surprise visit. If he does show up, then the surprise will be on him. He will find that Yak best at smashing things.”

“I dearly wish you could smash him,” Corona was very glad to have Tundra’s hand on her thigh, but that didn’t stop the bitterness or the vengeful thoughts in her head. “He left us with nothing. Absolutely nothing. Tartarus, I had to use a housing charity to get a home for us here!”

Tundra squeezed Corona’s thigh until it hurt and she squealed, then he said, simply, “Life makes one stronger or ends you. You have not ended.”

“I had to be strong for Sparkler,” Corona smiled ruefully as she rubbed the handprint left behind on her thigh, “She is…she has a mental condition…how can I put this? She doesn't do change very well. Sparkler is…everything has to be just so; she has her routine. She took the move very hard.”

“If she has a marefriend, then she hasn't ended either,” Tundra commented as he pulled up and stopped after the left and then the right turn that bought him onto Canter Crescent, which was filled with the same style white walled, black beamed and thatched roof houses as the rest of the small town. “Which house is yours?”

“Twenty-three, the one at the end of the street,” Corona pointed it out, then her green eyes went wide as saucers, “You'll have to excuse the mess, I might have left some of my work clothes lying around.”

“I'm going to your place to eat, not to have a tour.”

Corona laughed at the deadpan smile she was shot and shrugged her shoulders. “Canterlot habits die hard, I'm afraid,” as she said that, she looked at his shirt that covered his massive chest, at the two burn marks she had made with her fireball attack and a teeny bit of guilt crept in. “I didn't burn you in Trixie's, did I?”

“It is always hot this far south,” Tundra set her mind at ease with a shake of his head, “So you just proved it is always hot this far south.”

“I am hot. I'm also a trained and licensed battle mage. Who's hot.”

Chapter 4 - Careful What You Wish For

Tundra smirked and parked up outside Corona’s house and, not even bothering to cover himself up in any way – he didn’t even take his jeans with him - the massive yak got out and walked deliberately around the truck so he could open Corona's door for her. “Lead on, sweet pony.”

“Yes sir,” after a very small pause, Corona made up her mind and she quickly got out of the passenger seat and, as she still had her dress pulled down and her breasts exposed, she was very grateful it was as dark as it was and that the foals had all gone home to their beds, though the evidence of Nightmare Night was strewn all around the road and the sidewalk. She let him in first, and she flicked on the room light, and there were two of her skimpy maid's dresses hanging from the ceiling on hangers.

Tundra marched up the garden path like he owned the whole street, he didn’t even check to see if anycreature was looking. Not that he would have cared a jot if he was being watched. They were not his concern. When he saw the dresses, he gave an appreciative whistle. “You are such a tease, Corona. Oh,” he snapped his fingers like he had just remembered something he had forgotten. “I left my jeans in the car. Get them please.”

Unable to quite mask her smirk, Corona gave Tundra a little respectful curtsey, “Yes Master,” and then she turned around and trotted right back down the garden path and out to the parked truck. While she was gone, Tundra took advantage of her absence and he went straight to Corona’s kitchen to see what there was to cook. To his very great delight, there was all manner of fresh vegetables from the market, as well as haycakes, hayburgers and fries in her cupboards. A glance around the rest of the kitchen at the clearly old and second hand – though spotlessly clean – confirmed his suspicions. “Your jeans, Master!” Corona said brightly in the door way, she had them neatly folded in her magic out of habit.

“I can work with this,” Tundra stood up straight and at seven-foot-tall he almost banged his horned head on the ceiling. In his hands he held several hayburgers, a bunch of fries and a bag of mixed vegetables, “I live in a two-room flat in the diplomatic zone on the outskirts of town. This is a nice place.”

“Thank you,” Corona turned her head away and she hugged her arms around herself, “The charity was very good to us.”

“Take off the dress, I don't want it stained,” Tundra recognised that tone in her voice and instantly he regretted being the one that put it there. Instead, he decided to distract her and cheer her up. With his body. “You have aprons?”

Immediately Corona perked up and she slipped the little black dress up and over her head, the middle-aged orange mare standing nude in her kitchen. Granted, she was almost always nude in her own house, but now she was nude in her kitchen with a massive hunky yak a few feet away! “The aprons are in that cupboard there, I'll get them.”

While she was getting the two aprons – an act that totally required Corona to bend at the waist and remain straight legged – Tundra removed the only item of clothing he still wore, his white shirt. Thankfully, as she passed him the apron, he had enough self-control to not grow hard and erect. “Aprons make best outfits.”

“Uh huh…” Corona stood frozen in place with her hand out staring at his huge muscular body and the long shaggy fur on his back for a rather long time. Way more time than was strictly polite. Rather than stop her staring though, Tundra started posing like he was trying to win first prize at a body building competition. The effect of that was that the horny unicorn drooled from both ends at the same time. “I can't believe anypony would turn you down, but I'm glad those other mares did!”

“They may have no foals,” Tundra pointed out as he got a pan on the cooker to fry the hayburgers and a pot to boil the vegetables, “If you can spit a foal out you can take me in. And we know you can take me.”

Not bothering to hide her smirk of pride, Corona got busy helping with the cooking. The fact that she was helping in her own kitchen made her snicker, for her ex-husband never set hoof in the kitchen. “Can I ask you a question?” she asked as she added oil to the hayburger pan and turned up the heat on the hob.

Tundra shot her a smile as he poured salted water over the mixed vegetables and got them boiling, “Yak best at hearing questions.”

“Do you have a lady yak back home?”

“A career in diplomacy makes for a poor home life,” Tundra’s smile grew wistful, nostalgic, “Stella and I parted on good terms as she had no wish to come south with me. I'm in no hurry to marry.”

“Good,” Corona gave him a kiss that she had to go up onto the tips of her hooves to deliver and she started frying the fries and she flipped the burgers, “Because I don't like sharing. And after everything that’s happened, I'm not bothered about marriage either.” At the point in her life she was at, she’d be happy with a reliable stallion who didn’t treat her like crap. Like Tundra. “Follow up question, have you always been into domination? I ask because you're good at it.”

“Yes,” Tundra replied with a satisfied sigh as the scents of the cooking wafted hit the back of his nose, “But Stella was also into it. Made for rough fun. When you tossed the fireballs at me, I knew you could be fun. Kicking at me just proved it.”

“Like I said, I’m a fully trained battle mage, graduated second in my class at Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns and I trained to fight.” She smiled up at him, “I wasn't always submissive like I am now, but I do enjoy being dominated by a big strong male. Like you.”

“You don't have to be submissive with me. Struggle is good for the heart. Stella and I would bite the other if one of us went too far. She did bite more often than me,” Tundra snickered as he cooked. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the slightly crestfallen look on Corona’s face. “But,” he added, “A little submission now and then can’t do any harm. And I can get used to being called Master.”

“I can do that!” Corona beamed like the sun she was named after at that, “And I don't mind showing myself off. I see you're the same.”

“In Yakyakistan, it is common practise for us to walk naked from the sauna to the lake and back. Here lake is far from sauna, but those lovely mares made me an ice water bath.”

“I do love the spa. It's mine and Sparkler’s once a week treat. Sooooo...” she sidled up and bumped him with her ass, “What else do you like, apart from smashing smoking hot mares?”

“Crossword puzzles,” Tundra replied perfectly deadpan and straight faced. He knew perfectly well what she had meant, but that didn’t stop him teasing her. Yaks were best at teasing, after all, “It helps my Equish. I enjoy swimming, but the lake here is warm. The gym,” he added with a completely absolutely necessary flex of his bicep, “But you may have guessed that one.”

Corona giggled like a giddy filly when he flexed for her, because she loved the way his muscles bulged and rippled like that. It did all manner of very right things for her, “I meant what kinky stuff do you like, but that's good to know too.”

“I know what you meant, pony,” he kissed her nose, “I don't think of nudity as kinky.” Being naked was just something he did, and why not? He had nothing to hide and everything to show off. “Taking you by force is the top end of it. You could take me by force too. I'm not good with knots, and I lack modesty. You seemed to pause getting out of the car with your breasts exposed.”

“It's Nightmare Night,” Corona replied with a loud roll of her eyes levelled straight at him, “I know it's late but there might still be foals about.” She let out a deep heartfelt sigh, “I work as a maid, Tundra. I wear those revealing dresses because my boss likes to look.”

“Your boss has good taste,” Tundra commented after a moment’s consideration. “You are worth looking at.”

“Why thank you, kind sir,” Corona smirked with a blush as she got the plates from a wall cupboard and the cutlery from a drawer now the meal was almost cooked, “Although I do wear my long coat until I get there.” She might have walked from Tundra’s truck to the house with her breasts out, but she still wasn’t all that comfortable walking through the middle of Ponyville to Filthy Rich’s mansion in just her maid’s dress. ‘Maybe with Tundra’s influence, that might change,’ she thought.

“Do you cook for him?” Tundra asked as he served up the freshly cooked hayburgers, fries and vegetables.

“No, it's just cleaning work,” Corona snorted out a laugh as she levitated the two plates of food over to the battered third hand kitchen table. “I say cleaning. What I actually do is jiggle around with a feather duster while he watches me jiggle.”

Once Tundra had filled the plates that Corona set out until they couldn’t hold another vegetable, fry or burger, the tall yak sat at the old rustic kitchen table, “Yak best at home cooked meals,” he stated without a trace of false modesty whatsoever.

Likewise, Corona sat at the table opposite her guest and before she took a bite, she took a deep sniff and savoured the aromas. Her pokey little kitchen really did smell like the hayburger joint. She wondered if the meal tasted as good as it smelled. Taking a bite of her first burger, she was pleasantly surprised! “Yaks best at making stall bought burgers taste of anything, Tundra.”

“It is good that you recognize this talent,” Tundra replied smugly as he took a rather large bite out of his burger.

Corona snickered so much that if she hadn’t swallowed she was sure she would have choked. “Would you like a cold beer to go with this wonderful meal?”

Tundra nodded as he showed no mercy in finishing off the burger he had started. “Pony best at bringing beer.”

“Pony is!” Corona gave him a wink and then she lit her horn. Concentrating on her task, she reached out with her magic and she opened the fridge, floated out two cold bottles of beer to the table and to finish she closed the fridge door, all without looking away from the table.

After she had opened the screw top bottles with her magic, Tundra took a swig. “You have family nearby?”

“No, I don't.” Corona had lifted her opened bottle to her lips but then she set it down again, her mood souring slightly, “My parents lived in Canterlot before they passed. Just me and Sparkler, now.”

Tundra considered that for a moment, specifically why his host’s mood changed. “My parents, my two sisters and my brother with their families in Yakyakistan.”

“That sounds nice,” Corona then took a long drink of her beer, longer than she usually would have, “I lost mine to the Storm King's invasion when he sent Tempest Shadow to Canterlot.” She shuddered when she recalled the memory, because sometimes when she closed her eyes it was like she was back there fighting with the rest of the battle mages and the royal guard against the brutal storm soldiers.

“They never made it to Yakyakistan,” Tundra commented with an understanding nod of his huge head. “Bugs were a problem, once upon a time, but our last real war was with ponies.”

“Now we're friends with everycreature,” Corona almost scoffed as she offered up her bottle in a salute, “Friendship is magic, at least that's what my therapist said.”

“Princess Sparkle says it often,” Tundra laughed and clinked his bottle in the salute, “May we have friendship.”

“We may, and companionship, love, and lots of hot sex,” Corona giggled softly and downed the rest of her beer, “I'm sorry, I didn't intend that to get quite so dark as it did.” And she hadn’t, the conversation had just gone that way.

“Life has not ended you, so you good!” Tundra declared after he sank his own beer, “Good food, good beer, good sex. Makes for a healthy life!”

“It's all good,” Corona smiled a genuine smile and, returning to her meal, she finished off one of her burgers and a fist sized batch of hayfries in short order. Tundra was right, she realised. Life had dealt her one shitty hand after another, but here she was, kicking, screaming and carrying on. “And now we're here together in my kitchen, so it gets better!”

Once he had finished his dinner and cleaned his plate, Tundra looked around the kitchen with an expectant look on his face like he was anticipating the four Princesses to appear out of the cabinets. “Dessert?” he asked finally when no alicorns materialised.

“Do you like chocolate ice cream?”

“I do.”

“Then I have dessert!” Corona said with a clap of her hands. Lighting her horn again, she cleared away the dinner plates into the sink before levitating out the ice cream from the freezer, one big bowl and one spoon from the wall cabinet. It was a good thing that he liked chocolate ice cream, for it was the only flavour her daughter would tolerate in the house. “I trust sharing is okay?” she asked when everything was on the table.

The wide smile on Tundra’s face spoke volumes. “Yak best at sharing!”

“I'm glad to hear it,” Corona opened up the tub and revealed that the ice cream had been removed in a distinct pattern from left to right, up and down, that she continued as she served a large amount into the bowl. Tundra noted the state of the ice cream tub with a raised eyebrow but he said nothing. Instead, he picked up the spoon when she was finished. Corona just smiled, “My daughter's OCD. Have to carry on the pattern,” she explained before putting the ice cream away in exactly the way it was in the freezer.

“You are kind to your daughter.”

“It's...been interesting,” Corona admitted with a very deep sigh, “Learning to live with each other as she's grown older. She has her routines that help with her anxiety.”

Tundra waved the spoon demonstratively around the kitchen, encompassing the house as a whole. “I see your house.” Yes, the furniture and the furnishings were not as new as they could be, yes it was clear that everything had been ‘loved’ by more than one previous owner, but everything and everywhere was also spotlessly clean. “Messy is not the word I would use. I have routines too,” he said, taking a spoon full of ice cream to his mouth, “A good chocolate.”

“Oh, trust me, this is messy. This drives Sparkler insane,” Corona pointed to one of the maid's dresses hanging from the exposed rafter beams, “She has her refuge in her room,” she said as she leant in for a kiss, “I believe I'd like to learn your routines.”

Tundra finished the kiss, using his long dextrous tongue to transfer the chocolate ice cream from his mouth to hers. Then, he took a spoonful of the ice cream and he dabbed the unicorn’s orange nose, the sides of her muzzle and finally her chin. “This national secret,” he said once he was done decorating her face, “Yak not best at spoon delivery.” He followed that up with a very active tongue to clean up the ice cream and he left the spoon in the bowl.

“Mmmmmm!” Corona giggled like a filly when she felt him lick her face clean. “I don't mind you being not best at that…” she didn’t mind at all. Once he was done licking her, she took a mouthful of ice cream, kiss delivered it, then she smeared a generous amount of the chocolate ice cream across his broad barrel like chest. “Ooops, clumsy me!” Corona gave him a wink before she very slowly dragged her tongue over his hardening nipples.

Tundra just smiled as he was adorned with the ice cream, “Nice of you to cool me down with this oppressive pony land heat.”

“My pleasure,” Corona bit her bottom lip and fanned herself with a hand. She could taste him on her tongue, his musky sweaty taste overpowered the chocolate ice cream and it was so effective her tail flagged upwards like she was in heat. “And it was a pleasure. A very…great pleasure.”

Smirking, Tundra lifted up the half empty bowl and he ‘accidentally’ dipped the tip of his horn in the cold dessert. “Oops,” he grinned a wide, wide grin, “Maybe you can clean that too?”

“Yes sir,” Corona obediently stood on her hooves, onto the very tips of her hooves, so she could reach his horn and she dragged her hot wet tongue all the way up its length from the base to the tip.

“Mmmm,” Tundra purred happily, pleased that there was another way she could pleasure him, “This is nice. Pony like her horn licked?”

Corona almost choked on the ice cream she had just licked from the huge yak’s horn, “P-Pony does like her horn licked, very much!”

Tundra loved the deep red blush that covered Corona’s cheeks. Idly he wondered if she really liked her horn licked as much as she was making out she did. Moving the bowl over to her, he decided to find out. “Show incentive to do so.”

Corona shivered nervously as she got a spoonful of the chocolate ice cream and she dripped it on her horn until she had covered the entire length. “Aaaaah!” she squealed, instantly regretting her choice now the cold was spiking directly into her head, “C-Cold!”

Wasting no time, Tundra leant forward like a predator with his prey in his sights. “I like cold…” leaving that hanging in the air, he took the whole length of her horn in his mouth and he worked his tongue over it as his lips met her forehead. Once it was clean, he suckled his way up and off of it.

The effect of the yak’s tongue on her horn was immediate.

“G-GaaaAAAAAH!” as he suckled on her horn like a new born foal at the mother’s teat, Corona lost control of her legs and she stumbled forwards into Tundra's immensely strong and powerful arms, the intense pleasure spiking directly into her brain.

Helpfully, Tundra sat Corona in his lap like she was that new born foal, “You must be cold,” he said in his deep rumbling voice, “Help me finish ice cream and I will get you warm.”

“Ye-Yes sir,” she stammered before she took the spoon in her mouth and again she made use of the kiss delivery system. “Please, lick my horn again.” There was no way in all the land that he was going to refuse such a cute request. Tundra then scooped up some ice cream with his tongue and he moved to take Corona’s horn in his mouth again, this time letting the ice cream melt as he licked before he suckles his way off. “AAaaaaAAH Fuuuuuck!” she moaned, and her horn started to let off magical sparks that grew in intensity as he sucked it.

Tundra, being a yak who had spent most of his life in Yakyakistan and very little of that time in the company of ponies, had no idea if Corona’s horn sparking like that was good or bad so he just continued what he was doing. She did seem to be into it. On his lap, Corona moaned and mewled until twenty minutes later when she eventually climaxed in a shower of magical light that lit up the whole kitchen. “Not as hot as that ball of fire,” Tundra teased, “But it was pretty.”

“W-Wow...oooh wow…” Corona slumped cross eyed and sweaty into Tundra's arms, “That was amazing!”

“Yak!” Tundra said loudly as he stood up from his chair holding the unicorn in his arms like she weighed nothing, “Is still not best at guessing directions. Bedroom?”

“Upstairs, then the third door down the hall,” Corona pointed in the general direction of the stairs.

Very carefully, like he was carrying Rutherford’s Lost Treasure, Tundra carried Corona up the stairs. On the way to the third door he passed one that was violently pink and he assumed, correctly, that was Sparkler’s room. Inside Corona’s room, he found it to his liking. Bare wooden floor, white walls and just enough furniture to be functional. He placed her gently on the bed before removing her apron and laid her down on her back. He then removed his own apron and joined her on the bed, noting that it was barely big enough for him. “I should verify this horn licking.”

“Pl-Please...” Corona looked up at Tundra and she begged with her eyes, “Master please lick my horn again.”

Without another word, Tundra straddled the unicorn and, with his erection resting on her belly, he once again took her horn into his mouth. As he moved up and down, licking and sucking and dragging his teeth over the ridges, he reflected on the way she called him ‘Master’. Just by hearing her say that word, he was hard and ready to go. He decided he liked it. To reward her, he went slow, but he was methodical as he left no bit of her horn untouched. “Oh...ooooOOOOH yeeeessss!” Corona moaned lewdly, and she had just enough mental ability about her to take hold of his member and stroke it in both hands while he sucked her horn.

If anything, that just made Tundra harder. At his full fourteen-inch length and three-and-a-half-inch girth, his member throbbed obscenely in Corona’s delicate hands. He was determined though to keep up his horn work until she said stop or pushed him off. After her second horngasm, and after she had rode out that high, she eventually – reluctantly - pushed him back. “St-Stop...too much…”

Now that she had pushed him back, Tundra took the opportunity to lay soft and delicate kisses just about everywhere on the unicorn’s orange furred body. Of course he lingered between her legs and on her D cup breasts. “Yak not always have to smash,” he said tenderly. At the last word, he adjusted his position on top of her and pushed his hips more firmly towards her. The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance for a few seconds, the pressure building, and then he slipped inside her. Corona let out a loud gasp, a moan following it as she was slowly filled. The unicorn squirmed and Tundra gripped her tighter, pulling her close as he sunk into her folds. Corona was wet enough from the teasing that he could do so without much trouble, despite his size.

It didn’t take long before the huge yak was as deep as he could go, hilted inside Corona, their crotches pressed tightly together as he held her. For a long few minutes, he didn’t move, simply enjoying the squeezing from the orange unicorn’s sex as it fluttered around his length. The unicorn breathed in and out shakily, muzzle parted slightly as she closed her green eyes.

Corona was glad she wasn’t using her magic at that moment. She couldn’t concentrate on anything except the warm length and how it completely filled her; there wasn’t enough space in her mind to do anything else but think about Tundra’s long thick cock. Above her, Tundra purred and rubbed the end of his muzzle against Corona’s nose as he made a slow, rolling thrust.

Corona arched into the yak with a loud gasp, feeling the cock pull at her walls and leaving her feel achingly empty. She didn’t have to deal with that for long because Tundra pushed back in, his mare shuddering. The unicorn clenched down again, trying to entice him to go a little faster but he didn’t, simply content to stay at his slow pace.

Tundra tightened his grip around Corona again, pushing even deeper into her on the end of the next thrust, making her squirm in the yak’s grip. Each time that she was left even slightly empty, Corona let out a small whine, making him purr until he pushed back in, feeling the tightness around his cock.

Even with the slow pace, the orange mare was beginning to pant slowly, hips squirming as she felt an orgasm begin to build inside. The rippling of her sex got a little less regular, and stronger, Tundra knowing exactly what it meant; he’d felt it often enough. He nipped at her neck and licked with his tongue. “Cum for me,” he purred.

At the same time as she heard the order, Tundra’s length inside her moved in such a way that it pressed firmly against her g-spot. Corona cried out, stiffening in the yak’s hug as she hit her peak. She quivered as her stretched out marehood mirrored the motion, seizing down on the cock filling it. Tundra purred louder as he began to cum himself, his cock jerking and pulsing inside her as pleasure filled both of them.

The feeling of the warm seed filling her didn’t make it easy to come down from her climax; the orgasm was quite prolonged, keeping her firmly milking at Tundra’s shaft for a solid half-minute. He gasped and shifted a little inside her, making Corona shudder as she sunk into a strong afterglow. “I'm happy to have picked today to walk into Trixie's Place,” he murmured, kissing gently at her muzzle before he adjusted his position and laid behind her.

“Mmmmm...I'm glad I decided to hide from Nightmare Night,” Corona replied with a warm smile as she felt his body behind her and his length still inside her. She had to admit, he made an excellent big spoon. But…while the slow sex had been nice and sweet and she had reached an orgasm, she couldn’t help but feel a little unfulfilled.

“Well, we can continue this later. I have work in the morning,” Tundra placed several soft kisses up the back of her neck, “Pleasant dreams,” he whispered in her ear, then he was asleep in under five minutes.

In the yak’s strong arms, Corona laid and stewed, wondering if he was just teasing her and if he would surprise her with a more rougher round two. After ten minutes though, all she was getting was his deep snores. “Tundra…” she said softly, but she got nothing. A little louder, she said, “Tundra,” and still she got nothing. That was when she realised he really had gone to sleep. “Hmph!” frustrated, she slipped from his arms, aimed a solid kick at his midsection, and she let him have it.

With a loud clattering banging sound, Tundra hit the floor hard and in an instant, he leapt up to his hooves and he backed up to a wall as he looked around in a mild panic to see what it was that had dumped him on the floor. He didn’t have to look very far. Corona, stood on her bed with a wide victorious smirk on her face, followed up the kick with a smoking hot fireball to his chest. “Yak’s not always have to smash, but I like it when you smash.”

In a moment, Tundra put two and two together – helped by the bruise and the fireball – and he snorted out an angry breath through his nose. “You seem sure of yourself, pony.”

About to launch a low strength flamethrower spell at him, Corona stopped herself at the last minute when she remembered that her house wasn't fire proof. Instead she used her considerable telekinetic magic to slap his face, first the left then the right cheek. “Sure enough to handle you, anyw…” Whatever she was going to say after that was lost to the ether when Tundra roared like a wild feral beast and he leapt forward over the bed, but he stopped just short of her as he wanted to see her reaction. When he charged at her, Corona fled the bed and let out a wide-eyed squeak of fear because right then he looked a lot like the Storm soldier that haunted her nightmares. When he stopped though, she quickly recovered and flicked his nose with an index finger.

“Brave pony,” even though he was genuinely impressed with her, Tundra roughly grabbed Corona around the waist and he lifted her up like she was little more than a bag of potatoes. “Yak smash!”

“AAAAAH!” Corona screamed out as she was hoisted – way too easily – off of her hooves and into the air. On pure reflex, she kicked out at any part of him she could reach, and she thumped her fists uselessly against his brick wall of a chest. Having none of that, Tundra raised her up so that her back was against the ceiling and he turned away from the bed so the empty floor was in front of him and beneath her.

Wh-Whoa...fuck...” Corona’s face paled in a 'what have I done' moment even as she made an attempt to grab at the shaggy fur at the sides of his head and tugged hard. Tundra though countered that by twisting his massive head to jab the side of his horn, not the sharp point, into her sternum in the hope that she would let go. “HHHNNG!” instantly, she released her grip, after (almost) getting the point, instead she kicked at his face but he easily pinned her thigh in place.

Being so easily, laughably overpowered, a bead of arousal dripped from her marehood and splashed on the hardwood floor.

Growling, Tundra dropped down enough to flip Corona around at the waist and then he pushed her face first up into the ceiling with one hand. Had she been wearing clothes, he was that far gone he would have ripped them from her. “Now I smash pony!”

‘YES!’ was all Corona could think to that. At last she had what she wanted. What she needed. She needed it rough. She needed him to take her, to own her, to smash her. “S-Smash me Master!” even as she said those three words, more of her arousal leaked from her and dripped from her crotch onto the bedroom floor.

With Corona held tight in his arms, Tundra danced his way to the window and he used one of his horns to rip off the curtain. Determined to teach his mare a lesson, he brought her down in a controlled fall so she landed a couple of feet from the window. One hand held her belly as the other pushed down on her upper back so that her face and her breasts were pushed against the window pane and she was on complete display. “Yak smash pony pussy!” Tundra was very aroused by this play and as such, he entered Corona’s vagina in one smooth but forceful motion.

“GAaaaAAAAH yeeeEEEEESSS!” she screamed as he entered her, roughly, right up to the hilt. Right then, with him spreading her apart, she couldn't have cared less who might or might not see her. Tartarus, he could have been breeding her in the marketplace for all she cared. That Celestia-given length and girth stretching her out was all she craved.

Likewise, Tundra cared not that it was dark outside. He kept a firm strong hand on the unicorn’s belly to pull her back as he pounded her on the down stroke, but the other hand grabbed her horn and his thumb rubbed the tip. “NaaaaaAAAH!” Corona moaned and she started to drool against the window, her tongue lolled out and her pussy leaked like a running faucet and those sparks started to shoot from her horn.

Snorting out his arousal, Tundra began flicking his fingernail against the tip of Corona’s horn as he picked up his pounding pace. The unicorn let out a series of ows that quickly became mewling whimpers. After several minutes, he was the only thing holding her up, for her legs had given way after her second climax.

Even though Corona’s muscular walls were clamping onto his thrusting cock, Tundra plowed her ever harder. He fucked her past her third orgasm and he showed no signs of stopping. He was rough. He was wild. He was damn near feral as he pounded her over and over again. The window glass rattled in the frame as she was thrust against it. After her fourth world shattering climax, Corona’s mind shorted out and she passed out a moment later, slumped in a heap up against the glass.

When he felt her body relax, Tundra roughly thrust inside her one more time and he at last let loose his orgasm. He held her there against the window until nature softened and removed his cock from her well used and gaping depths. With his hot sticky seed seeping from her stretched tunnel staining her thighs, Tundra carried her to the bed and again he took up the big spoon position. “You fought well pony,” he said with a smile and, after kissing the back of her head, he returned quickly to sleep.

~ ~ ~

The next morning, Tundra was up at six with the rising of the sun. Moments later, with the shifting of the yak’s weight on her bed, Corona woke slowly from her slumber with a deep groan. Usually it was a groan of having to wake up so early. Today though, the unicorn groaned for an entirely different reason. “Uuuuuugh... oh...” she sniffed the air and almost gagged, “Oh wow…” that was when she realised she was very sticky, very sweaty and she smelled of sex.

“I'm a gracious yak,” Tundra stated as he did his morning stretches beside the bed. He was just as sticky and sweaty as his mare was, and he had no problem whatsoever with the heavy rank smell that permeated everything in the bedroom, “Pony may cook breakfast.”

“Yes Master,” Corona threw off the duvet that covered her and the smell of bed sweat and sex damn near knocked her out. She somehow managed to stand up, though she was tottering on very shaky hooves indeed. A hand placed between her legs told her that her inner thighs were coated in dried fluids that she knew weren’t just hers.

“You are strong,” Tundra complimented his mare’s determination to stand on her own hooves after the savage pounding he had given her the night before. When she staggered out into the hall, he followed her out without getting dressed.

“Last night…” Corona placed a hand on the wall to steady herself, and the other hand on her belly. She giggled slightly when she felt her soft squishy belly and she knew that hours earlier she had been swollen and inflated with his seed. On the naked walk to the kitchen, she flagged her tail up high, rather desperate to be filled by him again. “I have no words to describe last night. Amazing doesn't do it justice.”

Following behind her, Tundra’s eyes zeroed in on Corona’s exposed ass and her goodies that lay below her raised up tail. The evidence of his having used her remained on her inner thighs and the sight gave him an immediate semi. “I hope it was not the 'last' night?”

“Oooh no,” Corona grinned over her shoulder as she reached the kitchen, “Pony gone yak. Not going back.”

As he sat himself down at the table in the same chair he had used a few hours ago the night before, Tundra laughed out loud, for he had never heard that expression before. “Pony best at making play on words.”

At the battered old cooker, Corona snickered as she turned on the hob plates. She knew it took a few moments to properly warm up and to start working properly. “Will my big strong yak have pancakes?”

“Hoof high stack with jelly, please.” Tundra demonstrated just how high he wanted that stack by holding his hand roughly a foot in the air above the level of the table.

“Coming right up, Master,” lighting her horn, Corona used her magic to get the ingredients into the waiting pan. Walking around the kitchen was too much effort when one could simply levitate the milk, flour and eggs over to her. “When do you have to be at work?” she asked as she mixed up the batter and the pan warmed up.

“Eight a.m., you?”

“I don't have to go in today,” Corona replied as she poured some of the freshly mixed batter into the pan, “Filthy Rich gave me the day off.”

Tundra smiled and nodded, then a thought occurred to him. “When do you think your daughter will be home?” he asked, never once taking his eyes off of his mare’s shapely rear end. He did appreciate the way her tail flagged like it did. “I’m not sure if you want her to see me like this.”

“Um...honestly I don't know,” Corona giggled as she flipped the three pancakes she had just made and then she cooked some more. “I expect she'll be home at some point, she'll need clean clothes. And you're probably right. There's only so much her OCD can take.” Although, she had to admit, the thought of being walked in on was a rather amusing one.

Thinking exactly the same thing, Tundra’s smile widened very broadly. “So you have said.”

A moment later, and Corona floated over a stack of the freshly cooked pancakes and a pot of strawberry jelly which she had taken from a wall cupboard as well as a knife and fork from the cutlery drawer. “Breakfast is served!”

Tundra prepped his pancakes with a generous amount of the strawberry jelly, but he waited to eat until his stack was as high as he wanted and until his mare was able to join him. Fortunately, for his belly, when she had done a few for herself, Corona sat with him at the table. Then, and only then, did he take a bite. He wasn’t disappointed. “You cook well. I'm pleased.”

“Thank you, Master.” Corona genuinely perked up and she glowed at the praise. Smiling a very wide smile indeed, she doused her pancakes in what was left of the strawberry jelly. It was so refreshing to just cook and have it appreciated rather than have Sparkler hover over her making sure she was doing it just so. “Do you have plans for later?”

“I was thinking of going to the movies tonight,” Tundra commented thickly around the pancakes he was busy chewing, “Do you like movies?”

“I do,” Corona lifted up a more delicate forkful of her breakfast to her mouth, “There's a new movie out about an ice queen and a frozen kingdom? Chilled, I think it’s called? Sparkler’s been on about it for the past few months, telling me how good it will be and dropping hints she wants to go see it.”

“Ah, that one. Should we make it a family affair? Chance to introduce me.”

“I think that's a good idea,” Corona smiled at the idea and she ate the rest of her pancake, while at the same time she used her magic to get the coffee started. After what she had done last night, she needed a very cold hose to the face, but she supposed coffee would suffice. “You know...” she started somewhat hesitantly, “I know you said I don't have to be submissive with you, but I would like to wear a collar in your colours, if you don’t mind.”

Considering that for a moment, Tundra decided he didn’t mind it at all. “Tan looks good on anypony,” he chuckled and he got busy demolishing his breakfast. A quick glance down at his hardening member told him it thought it was a good idea too.

“Yes it does,” Corona got to eating her breakfast, though she wore a distinct red blush all over her cheeks that remained there even after she levitated over the two mugs of coffee when the machine was done.

Opposite her, Tundra was too busy with eating his massive stack of pancakes and drinking his fresh hot coffee to offer much in the way of conversation. When they were both done, and the empty plates were left on the table, the yak placed his hand on Corona’s before she could clean them away. “So,” he said, looking her straight in the eyes, “What do you think of anal?”

Corona was very thankful she had drank the last of her coffee, else it would have ended up all over her lover. “I like it,” she admitted as a fresh blush coloured her orange cheeks a dark crimson. “Like, I really like it. Even more than vaginal, I mean, and I love that. I thought you were going to go there back at Trixie's Place when you licked my tailhole on the bed.”

“I wasn't sure,” Tundra conceded, “And once you go there you do have to shower before taking on a second hole.” As he said that, he swept the two empty coffee cups to the edge of the table and he moved the two plates next to each other. While they were mostly empty of pancakes, they were still covered in strawberry jelly. “I do like to ask first.” He stated as he grabbed the back of Corona's slender neck in his shovel like hand and he bent her over the table so that her breasts pressed against the plates, the jelly smearing messily into her fur. “Do you say yes?”

“Yes!” Corona cried out almost before he had done asking for permission. She shook her round ass invitingly and then she lifted up her tail as high as it would possibly go, sending her needy scent around the kitchen like she was the worst kind of slut walking the earth. “Yes! I say yes!” Just the mere thought of him fucking her again, let alone in her ass, made her pussy instantly wet to the point it leaked down her already heavily stained inner thighs.

Behind her, Tundra, who was fully erect and ready to go, thanks to the slutty display before him, took a handful of strawberry jelly and spread it liberally around and in her tailhole. Then, with the same hand, he scooped up more and smeared it on his shaft. Then, he probed her sphincter with his thumb to make sure she was ready. It gave way with a welcoming squelch. “So tight.”

Corona took the yak’s thumb without any bother. The only sign that her well-trained asshole had been penetrated at all was a soft little grunt of satisfaction from the slutty submissive unicorn. Dear Celestia, she had missed that feeling! “I have a feeling I won't be quite so tight after this,” she reached back with both hands and held her ass cheeks apart, “Master.”

The way she said that last word made Tundra’s cock react like it had a mind of its own, as if it was drawn magnetically to the open inviting hole. Lining himself up, he entered her in one smooth but very firm motion. When her hands slipped from her ass, he held them both behind her back with his right hand and the other gripped her neck, pinning her to the table.

Tundra finally stopped with just half of his huge cock in his mare’s asshole. He loved the screams and moans she was making as he spread and stretched her back door open, almost as much as he loved the way the formerly tight hole gripped his length like it did. Gripping her wrists and her neck firmly, reinforcing his dominance over her, he proceeded to fuck his slut’s hole.

As he fucked her ass, Corona begged him to go harder, to go faster. He obliged her, only too readily. He cared not for her pleasure. This was for him. He took her at the pace he chose, used her as he saw fit. She had declared she was his, and he took her like she belonged to him. He was pleased that, for her part, she took his cock like the champ she obviously was.

It wasn’t long though, unfortunately, that Tundra, with one last savage thrust into her back door, reached his climax. With a loud snorting grunt, he emptied his balls deep into her bowels. Underneath him, Corona was quite a mess when he came in her, filling her up. When he withdrew, without any warning, her asshole gaped open and his hot seed seeped down her thighs.

Tundra wasn’t finished though. When he pulled out, he was still ejaculating. He sprayed his prodigious load over her back and into her mane. Then, he rolled her onto her back on the table and, with semen still dripping from his member, he wiped himself off on her belly, her face and her mane, leaving a little semen and a lot of strawberry jelly in his wake.

Once he was done decorating his mare, and she was covered in jelly and semen, and smelled of jizz, sex and her own ass, Tundra lifted her from the table, kissed her lips and then set her back in her chair. “You can wait there for a long while. I'll be by at six to pick you up for the movie.” He kissed her again and patted her head for doing such a good job in pleasuring him. “I'm going to use your shower and dress for work.”

In a bit of a daze, Corona was only too happy to sit where he left her, “Y-Yes Master…” she whimpered softly, though he was already up the stairs. She couldn’t get up if she wanted to, because she couldn’t feel her legs. Even if she could get up, she wouldn’t have. She was a good slut and she did as she was told.

Tundra didn’t take very long in the shower. Just long enough to get the evidence of what he had done with his mare off of his body. He knew he had to be out of the house by seven fifteen as he needed to put on something a bit more formal for work. On the way out he stopped by Corona, who was still obediently sat where he had left her, and he gave her another kiss. At the door, he said, “My office is in the School of Friendship Administration Building.”

Almost as soon as he was gone and she was alone, Corona rested her weary cum stained head on the table and took the chance to get a quick nap. “I just need a few minutes…” she muttered to herself as her world went dark with the closing of her eyes. Besides, Sparkler wouldn't be back yet...

Roughly thirty minutes later, Sparkler walked up to her house and she entered by the front door and, unsure if her mother would be awake yet, she made up her mind to go to the fridge and help herself to a granola bar for a morning snack. What she saw, when she walked into the kitchen, made her drop her plastic Daybreaker sword in shock. “What the Tartarus!”

At the loud yell, Corona jerked herself awake. Thanks to the dried semen and the jelly, her mane was stuck out at all angles like she was a popstar from thirty years ago and she literally reeked of sex, sweat and fluids – not all of them her own – and she was covered in the same. Blinking her eyes, she focused on her daughter in her Daybreaker costume from the night before. “H-He-Hey sweetie...”

“What?” Sparkler gestured at the jelly covered table, her eye starting to twitch, “You?” she gestured at the appalling state that was her mother and her eye twitched again, “How?”

Corona was too weary headed to catch the twitching of her daughter’s eye that signalled her OCD was about to blow into overdrive. She blinked once, twice, three times, then she looked down at the table and at herself. “Wow, we really made a mess,” she looked at Sparkler, specifically at the outraged look on Sparkler and the vein throbbing in her forehead, “I got lucky at Trixie's last night.”

“I eat at that table!” Sparkler yelled and she stamped her hoof into the floor, unable to believe the incredibly lewd display in front of her. Her mother naked she could deal with, but looking every bit the town cum dump was new. And she didn’t do new. At least, not until last night. “I would...” she panted hard, “I would...” It was then that she remembered what she did with Stonecutter in her pet's kitchen and she calmed drastically, “Not be asked to clean it up!”

Corona tried to stand up but as her legs were still somewhat uncooperative, she stumbled back into the messy chair with a loud squelch of the jelly under her ass that made Sparkler look away with a blush, “Don't worry. I'll clean it up. After I clean myself up,” she giggled, “His name is Tundra, and he's a big strong yak.”

“Yak?” that made Sparkler’s eye twitch again. “Yak. You and a yak. Okay, I know a few at school, but, are you okay?”

“Oooooh sweetheart,” Corona propped her head up on her hands, her elbows on the table in a way that she knew irked her daughter all the more, “Trust me, I'm more than okay. I needed this so much.” The older mare then grinned and she decided to have some fun now she was fully awake, “He's really sweet, when he isn't smashing my pony pussy and pony ass.”

Sparkler snorted in outrage, “You...I'm not hugging you!” then, when she caught the playful teasing wink her mother shot her way, she dissolved into a fit of giggles and finally she got her granola bar from the fridge. Thankfully the fridge didn’t look like the table. “I love you mom. Me and Stoney had a nice night too. I have to get my books and my school uniform.”

“See, everything else is in its place, just how you like it.” Corona snickered, for a new way to torture her child had presented itself. “So...what did you two get up to? I need all the details, in minute detail, if you please.”

Sparkler placed her best deadpan expression on her face and she pointed a finger at her mother. “We had sex in more than one way. Your imagination can work on that. She isn't as loud as you either.” With that, Sparkler allowed her mother to mull that over as she turned on her hoof and walked up the stairs to get changed into something more decent than her Daybreaker costume and to get her textbooks.

Corona’s gleeful laughter followed Sparkler up the stairs. When she heard the bedroom door slam closed, Corona sighed and heaved herself up, very, very grateful that her daughter wasn’t present to see the wad of semen trickle down her legs. Still, now she was able to stand, she was at last able to clear the table of the plates and coffee cups. Once that was done, she decided it really was time to clean herself up. Carefully, she walked up the stairs. “Going for a shower!”

From her room, Sparkler called out, “Clean that tub when you're done!”

“Yes ma'am!” Corona yelled back with as much sass as she could muster. Fortunately she was shameless, and as soon as she had the steaming hot water running, she was in and under the refreshingly cleansing cascade. “Are you with Stoney today?”

Sparkler didn’t answer straight away. She waited until she was dressed in her plaid skirt, white shirt, blue school sweater, black horseshoes and white socks. One of them had to show some decorum, after all. Outside the bathroom door, she put some high-level sarcasm into her voice, “We are going to school. I need to catch up on what I missed, and so does she. CB is meeting us there.”

“Oh. Right, school.” Truth be told, Corona wasn’t even sure what day of the week it was, let alone if it was a school day or not. “Can you be back for five forty-five? Tundra's picking us up at six to go to the movies in town.”

“Can Stoney come?” Sparkler asked straightaway, her thought process being that if she was out with her marefriend and sub, it would at the very least distract her from her mother’s antics with this ‘Tundra’.

“Of course she can!” Corona answered, the relief from the hot water soothing her muscles evident in her voice, “We can double date!”

“What movie?”

“Um....the new one, Chilled, the one with the ice queen. The one you said looked good.”

“Okay!” Sparkler fist pumped the air in celebration, because she had been pestering her mother to go see Chilled ever since she had seen the very first trailer a few months ago. “We’ll be back before that. I'm off. Take care mom, and if your yak gets frisky with somecreature other than you, I'll have Stoney smash yak. She did kick a Tatzlwurm’s ass in the Badlands.”

“Thank you, sweetie!”

Chapter 5 - Punishment and Reward

Silence.

But for the ticking of the clock on the wall, silence pervaded the office. For a long time, none of the three occupants said anything. Not that Starlight Glimmer minded all that much. She could play this game. Casually, ignoring the two students sat opposite her, she watered her beloved pot plant, Phyllis, with a spray bottle and she adjusted her papers on her desk.

Still, the silence continued.

Blackbeak, who was sat to the guidance counsellor’s right, was happy to look anywhere other than at the unicorn behind the desk and the pegasus to his left. The tall muscular griffon opened and closed his beak – which was black as his name suggested – in time with his breathing and found the map of Equestria on the right wall very interesting indeed.

On Blackbeak’s left, Cloudy Skies sat in silence. Unlike the griffon’s awkward silence though, hers was quite comfortable. The sky-blue mare sat with her hands in her lap, not making a crease in the long pastel pink dress she wore. The reason for her silence though was the black leash that matched the black collar she wore around her slender neck and which was folded on itself and which she held in her mouth.

Eventually, after hearing her clock ticking away for another ten minutes, Starlight Glimmer became bored. She had work to see and Trixie to do. Shuffling her papers one last time, she turned her attention to the dark brown griffon sat to her left. “So, Mr. Blackbeak,” she let his name hang in the air for just a moment, “I hear the Nightmare Night celebrations in the gymnasium were a success?” A noncommittal shrug from the powerfully built griffon greeted her somewhat rhetorical question, “However, a Miss…Cloudburst, has filed a complaint. Directed at the both of you.”

For a second time, Blackbeak shrugged, “I'm not surprised,” he said as he looked down at the stonewashed denim shorts he wore, “She's still upset that my Cloudy has bigger boobs than she does.” He cast a glance at his mare and took a moment to appreciate her perky C cup breasts hidden by the thin material of the dress.

Laughing suddenly, Cloudy Skies spat out her leash, “The ironing board in our dorm room has bigger boobs than CB!” the laughing mare ignored the look she got from Blackbeak. Yes, she had spoken without permission – that was the whole point he had made her carry the leash in her mouth – but the opportunity to have a laugh at her good friend’s expense was too good to pass up. Plus, she knew her Master liked it when she was naughty.

“Okay,” Starlight took a moment to rub the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, “So who told her that rubbing the 'special' punch on them would make them grow?”

Again, Blackbeak glanced over at Cloudy Skies, but this time the sky blue mare looked around at the walls in an attempt to avoid the griffon’s piercing green eyes and the counsellor’s scrutinous gaze like she was trying to see who they were looking at, then she giggled, unable to keep up the charade for much longer. “Seafoam was helping Starry Sky to her dorm,” she explained, “CB was on her own. I told her it was enchanted breast cream.”

It had been the finest Griffonstone tequila, so she hadn’t been far off the mark.

“I'm not sure what had her more upset,” Starlight said with a deep sigh. It was too early in the morning to be dealing with teenagers and teenage pranks. “That the 'cream' didn't work or that nocreature reported her topless…” the unicorn then prepared her trap and aimed it squarely at Blackbeak. He had form, after all. “Or that the tequila you used was a cheap brand.”

“Cheap?” Blackbeak blustered, finally looking Starlight Glimmer in the eyes, “Cheap? I spent fifty bits on that bottle!”

Starlight treated the griffon to her very best smug grin. The kind of smug grin she gave Mistress Trixie when she wanted to be a naughty Glimmy. “You are so busted.”

Too late, Blackbeak realised his mistake. “Shit...”

“Master, you are sooooooo busted,” Cloudy Skies giggled, more so at the way her dominant griffon facepalmed into his clawed hand and the way he had been busted than at the fact he was guilty in the first place, “I think CB was more upset about the first two of those, Counsellor Starlight, then again, she was upset again when Seafoam came back and caught her drinking.” She did feel guilty herself about the last bit, especially now she knew her friend was pregnant.

“Now for the penalty phase,” Starlight announced with no small amount of satisfaction in her voice, “I'm thinking one month of keeping the school library clean. Starting today. Especially those pesky stains some students leave in the furniture.” She paused to savour the moment of victory as she watched Blackbeak run both of his palms down his feathered face. “Oh, and Miss Skies may observe you clean, but h…she cannot help.”

Starlight breathed a sigh, for she had almost committed a rather severe and unforgivable social faux pas.

“Bwaaaaah hahaha!” Cloudy Skies burst out laughing in her seat because she knew for a fact that her Master would have to clean up Seafoam's jizz stains. Instantly, she saw an opportunity to be even more naughty than before. She was going to take it, now that it presented itself.

“Can I at least stop...”

“The library is open to all students,” Starlight cut across Blackbeak, interrupting him before he could finish his sentence, “I'm sure what they are doing is studying, and nothing else. Now, that being said, you can keep ponies and others out during non-standard hours. While you clean those bookcases. And those stained seats.”

Seizing her chance with both hands, Cloudy Skies looked over at Blackbeak and she grinned, “I must remind CB to do lots and lots of studying over the next month, Celestia knows she needs it…”

Even before his marefriend had stopped speaking, Blackbeak gave the sky blue pegasus the universal 'you're in so much trouble' look, a look he had perfected in his time as her dominant. Starlight, who was not ignorant of that ‘look’, having received one like it from Trixie many times, decided to fuel the fire. As a fellow submissive, it was the least she could do. “It’s good that you encourage others to study, Miss Skies. Don't forget to help your Master to study in the library, too.”

“Thank you, Counsellor Starlight,” Cloudy Skies returned the look with the most innocent smile she could muster, “I'll make sure he gets some hard study time.” She made sure to place a heavy emphasis on the word ‘hard’. “Um, was there anything else?”

Starlight had to try very hard to keep from snickering at the eighteen-year-old mare’s dirty joke. She just succeeded. “Next time you want to spike the punch, do it at Sugarcube Corner, but make sure Pinkie hasn't done it already,” she giggled, “Or not.”

“I'll make sure my Master remembers,” Cloudy Skies stood up to leave, at the same time smoothing out her pastel pink dress and holding the leash in her delicate hands, “By the way, I love those earrings Miss Trixie got you.”

“Sure thing, Counsellor,” Blackbeak stood up, and he seemed to fill the whole office with his muscular six-foot six frame, “Of course, you could...”

Starlight Glimmer levelled her very best no-nonsense glare at the tall powerfully built griffon, “No, the no alcohol rule is not being lifted. Anywhere on campus.”

“Not even in your desk?” Blackbeak asked impertinently, causing the unicorn’s eyes to narrow dangerously to slits, a sign that even he could read that he had gone too far. “Yeah, I best be going.”

As they left her office, Starlight gave both of the students a wave, though it was directed mostly at the pegasus. “Thank you, Miss Skies,” her hand that wasn’t waving found its way to the three earrings she wore in her right ear. Trixie preferred them over a collar for her. “Have fun with your punishment, Mr. Blackbeak.”

Outside in the thankfully empty hallway, Cloudy Skies turned on her lover as soon as she had closed the office door behind her, “Well, that could have gone a lot worse.”

“Worse?” Blackbeak groused, “Worse? I got a month of cleaning up Foamy and CB’s cum stains!” when he saw the very serious glint in his pet’s blue eyes though, he sighed in defeat, “Yeah, expulsion would have been bad.”

“Expulsion would mean you getting sent back to Griffonstone,” she said, before lifting herself up on the very tips of her hooves so she could kiss his black beak. “I don't want that.”

Though he smiled down at her, he went to the side and affectionately nipped her ear, “You're still in trouble, pet.”

“Fun trouble, I hope?” Cloudy Skies asked, handing him back the handle of her leash, “Or the kind of trouble that CB's in after Seafoam caught her drinking the punch last night?”

“Double fun trouble,” Blackbeak affirmed as he slipped the handle over his clawed hand and gripped it tightly, “First is what you're hoping for. Second is sitting in those library chairs before I clean them.”

“Poor Cloudburst,” Cloudy Skies sighed, “I do hope she learns at some point.” Despite what she said, she highly doubted her friend would actually learn. Deciding to not think about that for the moment, she slid her hand into the griffon’s much larger scaly claw. “You know...” her voice turned sultry, “If you're feeling generous, you could always unlock me…”

Smirking, Blackbeak led his pet by the hand and by the leash through the school until they were stood by the fountain in the front courtyard. “You sure you want me to unlock you?”

Cloudy Skies shot a quick look down her front, picturing the metal lock that was secured tightly around her sheath that was hidden from view by her thin white panties and her dress, “It has been a month, Master.”

Blackbeak’s smirk only got wider when he saw her trying her puppy dog eyes on him. He had been with her long enough to be immune to them by now. “Okay then, just lift up your dress do I can get to it.”

“O-Out h-here?” Cloudy Skies stuttered, and the transitioning pegasus was suddenly and very acutely aware of all the students milling around in the fountain square. Earth ponies, unicorns, changelings, hippogriffs and yaks, the courtyard was instantly full of them and it seemed like they were all staring intently at her!

Stood before his mare, Blackbeak tapped his foot ‘impatiently’ on the cobbled floor to hurry her along. The griffon was well aware of the illusion she wished to keep up, and he wasn’t above using her stallionhood against her. “You did say now,” he said, looking at his watch, “But, if you want to wait…”

The poor pegasus actually did think about it. It had been a month since her Master had locked her cock away, and she did want release, but not stood by the fountain! She had been his pet long enough to know he would do it too. But then everycreature would know, wouldn’t they? “I um...I believe I'll wait Master, please, until the next time you feel generous.”

Smirking in his victory, Blackbeak took his mare's hand and turned his back on the fountain, signifying her chance was past. “Don't know when that will be, pet. Could be a few days or maybe even next month...” he left that hanging in the air as he led her back through the school.

Walking alongside her lover and Master, Cloudy Skies decided it was a good idea to keep her mouth shut. She could tell by the way they were taking that they were headed back to their dorm room, and while she was quiet, she maintained a healthy blush all the way there. She hated the way Blackbeak could play her like that, as much as she loved him. At the door to their dorm, she paused and glanced down the hall to Seafoam and Cloudburst’s closed door. “Master,” she said finally, “Do you mind if I just check on CB real quick?”

The griffon didn’t mind at all. The couple were his oldest friends this side of Griffonstone, after all. “Open up.”

“Yes Master,” obediently, Cloudy Skies opened her mouth.

Slipping the handle of the leash from his hand, Blackbeak bundled it up and placed the leash in his mare's mouth. “Close.” When she closed her mouth, he shooed her off with his hands while he turned to enter their room.

Smiling around the black leash in her mouth, Cloudy Skies trotted off down the hallway to Seafoam and Cloudburst’s room. On the way she waved at a couple of shocked students who gave her wary looks, not that she cared about them, and she knocked politely on the door. “Who is it?” came Seafoam’s voice a moment later.

“It's Cloudy!” was what she wanted to say, though what came out around the leash was nothing but a loud muffled noise.

“Come in,” the hippogriff called through the door, “And be quick to close the door behind you.”

Cloudy Skies opened the door and she quickly entered the dorm room. The first thing that greeted her was the smell of sex and arousal that hung heavy in the air like a physical being. The second thing she noticed was Cloudburst laid naked on the bed, naked but for the collar and blindfold she wore, spread eagle on her belly. The third thing, related to the second, was Seafoam sat at the foot of the bed using his wingtips to mercilessly tease the bound pegasus between her open legs. “Oh.” The sight made Cloudy’s wings stand up fully erect, “Oh my goodness!”

“Where’s the leash holder?” asked Seafoam, not stopping what he was doing with the tips of his primary feathers. He did so love the little whimpers and mewls his bound pet was making.

“Master Blackbeak is waiting for me in our dorm,” Cloudy Skies replied, though she didn’t take her eyes off of the clearly frustrated mare on the bed. She guessed, correctly, that this was her punishment for the night before.

“What brings you here?” Seafoam asked with a smile, as he used his left wingtip to stroke soft circles around Cloudburst’s anus and his right made torturously slow and delicate motions up and down her sopping wet labia, “Need to tickle Cloudy, Cloudy?”

“I uh...” Cloudy Skies shuffled uncomfortably from hoof to hoof as the submissive pegasus drank in the scene before her eyes. The part of her that had been locked up for the past month was straining hard against its tight metal cage. “I wanted to make sure we were still cool, Seafoam. You…”

“Master pleeeeeease!” Cloudburst interrupted her friend with a scream as she squirmed and writhed desperately on the bed, helpless as hooked worm, “I said I was sooooorry!”

“You were in a really bad mood when you dragged CB out the gym last night,” Cloudy Skies finished her sentence like she had never been interrupted.

“Has Counsellor Starlight sorted it out?”

“She has,” she confirmed, toying with the leash in her hands in an attempt to distract herself from the very sexy scene, “Blacky has got to clean the seats in the library for the next month. I get to help by making sure they need cleaning!”

“Maybe we can assist you in that. As for this one,” Seafoam paused while he ran the tip of his largest feather agonisingly slowly up the centre of his pet’s dripping wet slit, all the while being careful not to get her off just yet, “She isn't supposed to show off the girls without my permission.”

Cloudy Skies wrung her hands together so hard she almost tied herself up in the leash, “I do feel kinda bad about that, Foamy, I didn't know she was expecting when I offered her the punch.”

Cloudburst bucked her hips upwards in a vain fruitless attempt to get her lover’s feather inside her wet tunnel as she added to the growing puddle of her juices that spread out under her legs, “Master pleeeease, I neeeeed to cum! Please!”

“By the way...how long have you been punishing her?”

“Pfft,” Seafoam shrugged and used both wingtips to ever so gently caress Cloudburst’s labia, which were bloated and puffy from the extended period of teasing and denial, “Not long,” he glanced up at clock, “About seventy two minutes now.”

“What's her record before this?”

“Eighty-nine minutes. I'm going for ninety today,” Seafoam said, though his voice was drowned out by the loud frustrated moan that came from his mare. Idly he wondered if he should have gagged her as well as blindfolding her.

“You’re going for a new set of bedsheets too, by the looks of it,” Cloudy Skies giggled, “So...are we good?”

“Yeah, we're good. It's okay if you let Beaky know CB here will be doing some 'time outs' in a variety of library chairs.”

“Oh good,” Cloudy Skies wafted herself with her free hand and dearly wished her stallionhood wasn’t locked up, “I was going to suggest that. CB does need to study,” she took a step closer to the bound pegasus writhing desperately on the bed, “Can I have a quick tickle before I go?”

“Sure,” Seafoam moved aside to give his submissive friend some room, “I won't even fault you if you set her off. I can try for the record another day, I'm sure she'll give me cause.”

Extending her wings, Cloudy Skies used her right wingtip to gently stroke Cloudburst's hooves and the left wingtip to stroke figure of eights around her asshole and her marehood. In a second, the ever so delicate motions made Cloudburst whine and moan. While she would have loved to carry on, Cloudy Skies knew it was unlikely her friend would be able to last with both her slit and her hooves in play. “I’m sorry CB,” she said as she ever so gently caressed her friend’s hooves for a few more seconds before backing away, “But I must be going.”

“Blacky got you locked up again?” Seafoam asked with a knowing smile as he slid back into his position at the foot of the bed.

“For a month now,” Cloudy Skies replied with a pained expression on her face. She had practically forgotten what an erection felt like. “Master was going to unlock me, but outside, at the fountain. I uh...well, you guys are the exhibitionists, not me.”

Returning his attention, and his feathers, to torturing his pet’s hard exposed clitoris, Seafoam snickered at the equally desperate mare stood by the door, “I think that was just a test of your desperation. Just like this one here is acting all desperate.”

“You might be right. Anyway, I should be going. Good luck, CB.”

~ ~ ~

Blackbeak was ready and waiting when Cloudy Skies entered their dorm room. The griffon was sat in his black leather reclining chair sipping at a glass of cold water, wearing just his denim shorts. The white tee was folded neatly on the table. “How are CB and Foamy doing?”

Cloudy Skies had her leash hanging loose from her mouth when she walked in, sure that her boyfriend had noticed, though he gave no sign of it. “Seafoam is cool with us; CB is just about holding on. I'd give her about fifteen minutes or so.”

“Holding on, wha…” Blackbeak asked, and as soon as he did, the answer came to him almost immediately, “Oh, Foamy is teasing her. Again.” He laughed, for he had witnessed the way the hippogriff was able to keep Cloudburst on the edge of orgasm for so long. “Your blush at the fountain was really cute, by the way.”

On cue, Cloudy Skies blushed again, so much so that the sky-blue mare seemed to blend in with her pink dress. “You do that every time, Master!” she pouted, albeit playfully.

As much as he loved the colour of his mare’s cheeks, he needed her for something else right then. “I need some ‘in me time’,” he stated as he beckoned her over to him with his index finger, “Strip.”

“Yes Master,” over by the bed, Cloudy Skies quickly slipped her pastel pink dress over her head and at the same time she slid her hooves out of her heeled horseshoes. Clad in just her white stockings, her collar and sheath lock, she bent over and made an exaggerated show of rolling her stockings down her slender legs one at a time.

By the time his mare was out of her clothes, Blackbeak had shed his shorts and his boxers. “The collar stays but come here so I can remove the lock.”

“Thank you, Master!” Cloudy Skies saw the key on the table next to her lover and it was all she could do to not run right over there. But, she was a lady. She swayed her hips all sexy on the walk over, her breasts jiggling with each step she took. When she was in front of him, she stood with her legs apart and her hands behind her back.

Blackbeak started slow, with a tender kiss, before he moved down with his hands to fondle Cloudy Skies’ breasts. He took a moment to appreciate her natural C cups with his talons and his beak as his hands moved ever lower down her slender feminine body. Once he reached the metal lock, he had it undone in seconds and his beak went swiftly south. “I know you want to go all the way, my love, and I support you in this, but a toy will never compare to this…”

“Aaaaaahn…” Cloudy Skies moaned in sheer pleasure. She didn’t know what felt better, being released from her month-long captivity or growing erect in her Master’s beak. She had her hands on the dark brown feathers at the back of his head, and she felt her rapidly stiffening member getting harder in the griffon’s beak until it reached its full seven-inch length, which was small even for a pegasus. “I...I know you doooOOOO!” she blushed again, this time because Blackbeak was one of the few that did support her, certainly her parents did not.

Blackbeak moved his beak slowly over his lady’s cock, at the same time cupping her atrophied balls in his hand. As he bobbed his head back and forth, he slathered his tongue all over her modest shaft.

Cloudy Skies was in heaven. After so long being locked away, she gripped the back of his head and she even thrust her hips into his face. The fact that her cock was so small it barely even touched the back of the griffon’s mouth didn’t stop her.

Sat in his chair, Blackbeak didn’t mind her fucking his face. He knew when she was close, by the way her shaft flared like that. When he felt her dick throb in his mouth, he simply gripped her base and held it tight until it subsided. When he heard her frustrated whimpers, he released her cock and started to fellate her once more.

When he had bought her to the edge of her orgasm two more times and he had her begging to cum, Blackbeak let go of her jewels and he moved over the bed, where he laid on his front. “You know where the lube is, pet.” He said, not bothering to look over his shoulder.

“I do, Master,” painfully hard and erect, Cloudy Skies staggered over to the bed and from the bedside cabinet, she retrieved the tube of cherry lube from the bottom drawer.

“Don't go easy on me,” Blackbeak teasingly wiggled his toned ass and he even lifted up his leonine tail to present himself to his lady, “I did try to get you to let me remove the lock at the fountain.”

As if he needed to remind her. “Oh,” she grinned as she lubed herself up and liberally applied a very generous amount to her lover’s anus via her tongue, “I'm keeping that in mind, Master.”

“Keep in mind, I'm going to rut you like the dirty slut you are,” Blackbeak said with a sultry look over his shoulder, “And your performance now may affect that.”

“Noted, my love.” Once she was satisfied that both of them were adequately lubricated, Cloudy Skies got into position on her knees behind her partner and she lined her tip up with Blackbeak's waiting ass and inserted just her flat head. Then, she grabbed the bases of his strong wings in her hands and she pulled back hard at the same time she thrusted the rest of her length inside.

Blackbeak let out a very un-dominant squawk of pleasure when he felt his lady’s medial ring thrust inside his anal cavity. That was a feeling he would never get tired of. “Ride me like you want me to ride you!” Upon hearing that, the sky blue pegasus let out an animalistic snort of pleasure and she got into a firm pace, each rough thrust hilting inside his tight hole.

Needing no further incentive, Cloudy Skies leant forward over the griffon’s broad back and she bit hard into the tufty ear feathers. She knew he liked it rough, and his moan of pleasure was music to her ears. “Hmmmm…” she added little kisses and licks to his bitten ear as she quickened her rough pace until her small balls slapped against his ass.

Underneath her, Blackbeak clenched and unclenched his anal ring, determined to make her work for it. Cloudy Skies felt the clenching and she knew how to counter that. She moved her hands up his wings until they were about halfway and she squeezed the leading edges. When he chirped, she took that as a cue to bite at the ear tufts again.

Blackbeak quickly lost his focus with the wing play and he was chirping lightly at the bites. All this gave Cloudy Skies easier access into his asshole. He adored the way the pegasus moved her skilled fingers back down and under his wings, applying just the right amount of pressure to the erogenous zones, while at the same time she bit the feathers at the back of his head, pulling back as she thrusted harder, snorting through her nose.

“Fa...Fiii...Fill me!” the strong griffon chirped and, several hard, deep, rough thrusts later, the sky-blue mare came with a loud pleasured scream, emptying her balls into his ass. “Sweet Sun and Moon!” he screeched, “Lay on me and be my blanket for a bit.”

Spent, Cloudy Skies was only too happy to obey and, as she laid forwards, she rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his muscular chest. “I love you Blackie.”

“I love you, my pretty Sky.”

She was content to stay where she was, and all too happy to allow nature to remove her from his ass, “I do love it when you call me that.”

Blackbeak laughed lightly, because he only called her that when their dom / sub playtime was at an end. “I called you pretty when we first met, and you've only grown prettier over time, Sky.”

“Sweet talker,” she smiled, and kissed her way all around Blackbeak's left ear feathers. “As I recall, at the Spring Fling, you said to Seafoam, ‘I'm having that mare’, and you demanded a dance with me.”

“The best eight months of my life,” he said as he reached back and he ran a hand over her hip, “And the best mare I've ever met.”

She giggled softly into his ear, “It’s a good thing you weren't put off by the surprise I was packing when you romantically took me out of the dance and into the empty classroom…”

“While I wasn't expecting the whole package,” Blackbeak said with a snicker, “I said package. I was happy with the whole package,” he paused to laugh, “There, I said it again!”

Cloudy Skies’ giggles turned into a laugh, then she returned to playfully kissing his ear feathers, “Blackie, before we continue,” she said, knowing she was still to be punished for being naughty in Starlight's office, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh my, that sounds like your serious voice.” Blackbeak recognised that tone. It wasn’t one she used very often. Since she was at last out of his ass, the griffon turned under her so that they were chest to chest. “Ask.”

Squishing her breasts to his chest, the sky blue mare sighed, “I know it's still a couple of months away, but I wondered if you had plans for Hearths Warming?” she asked hesitantly, “If you were going home to Griffonstone for the holiday, um...could I come?”

Knowing that her family lived in Ponyville and that she still had to board at the School of Friendship spoke volumes to the non-existent state of the relations that his mare shared with her family, Blackbeak smiled, “Didn't you just come?” he asked, kissing her cheek, “I would be honoured to introduce you to my parents. There will be no hidden truths between me and them.”

Cloudy Skies stuck her tongue out, raspberried him and then she kissed the tip of his beak. “Thank you! No offense to CB, but I feel like a spare part spending the holiday with them.”

“You know Cloudy and Foamy would never complain,” if he knew anything about his friends, he knew they were a very accepting bunch. “It would be nice if Cloudy could have her parents for a holiday. I know mine will love you, because I love you.”

Again, the pegasus kissed her griffon’s beak, “From what CB told me last night before I gave her the punch, things might be looking up in that regard. Foamy managed to get her parents in the dorm when she came back.”

“I must be on Foamy's naughty list. He didn't tell me,” he said with a deep frown before he planted a firm kiss on his mare’s cheek, “Good thing I have an excellent spy like you.”

Playfully, she booped his beak with her index finger, “Last night, you were too busy making sure half the student body were badly hungover this morning to pay any attention to anything anycreature said to you, and you know it.”

“By Celestia, I swear it was quality tequila!” Blackbeak exclaimed, earning himself a delightful little chuckle from the pony on top of him, “Ugh, I did, didn't I?”

“By Celestia you did!” Cloudy Skies kissed her lover, “Am I making a pony of my big strong griffon?”

Blushing, Blackbeak shrugged, “I can't think of a griffon ruler I'd want to swear by. Unless I'm going to start to go against this ‘Friendship is Mandatory’ stuff.”

“You mean, ‘Magic’?” when Blackbeak shrugged again, the pegasus made like she was mulling it over in her head, “Um...no, he started the first griffon war...no, she started the second griffon war...okay, you have a good point, sweetie.”

“I do,” he said modestly as he tapped the end of his beak. Obediently, she planted a delicate kiss on the tip of his beak just as he wiggled his hips. “I love the feel of you against me, but I think it is my turn.”

“I believe it is, Master,” she kissed him again, “I do also believe some griffon said it would be uncomfortable to sit on the library chairs for the foreseeable future?”

Blackbeak had played this game with his mare long enough to know when she was taunting him. He loved the fact that even though she played the lady, at heart she was nothing but a dirty slut.

His dirty slut.

He grabbed her carefully but firmly by her waist and, adjusting his position, he guided her across his lap until she was laid with her head down on the bedsheets and her ass up in the air. With force, his right and then his left hand came down on her bare ass cheeks, making her yelp in surprise rather than pain. “Really, slut? I guess it’s good I have you where I want you.”

Blackbeak started off slow as he repeated the spanks. He took his time between each smack to let the initial pain fade and the first tingles of heat begin to build within his mare, as he knew they would. The only sounds in the dorm room for a while were the loud smacks of the griffon’s open palm meeting the pegasus’s bouncy bottom, and the sounds of her reaction to each one of those impacts.

Slow and steady, the spanks rained down on her posterior. Each one bringing with it a stinging impact, followed by a warmth that was starting to build into small flames. With every smack, Cloudy Skies sucked in a breath, biting through the pain. She wished he would hurry up and get it over with. But he kept up that agonisingly slow pace. Building the flames into a real fire. And as the heat began to spread further, she started to pant lightly.

The heat in her ass soon became a wildfire. The pegasus’s derriere wasn’t the only thing on fire though. Her blue eyes burned with tears she was fighting to keep back, but it was a fight the humiliated pony was losing. The next couple of smacks, firmer than the rest, tipped her over the edge when they landed on her reddened posterior with a meaty thwack that echoed through the room. “GAaaaAAAAH! OOoooOOOW! AAaaAAH!” Cloudy Skies screamed out loud as the tips of the talons bit into her tenderised behind.

Though the pegasus cried, begged and pleaded, still Blackbeak did not relent. She squirmed and bucked; twisted and turned, all the while kicking her legs. None of it helped. The spanks just kept coming. Finally, after Celestia-knew how long, she had no fight left in her, slumping bonelessly over his lap, sobbing quietly as he peppered her backside with spank after spank.

That moment when she gave up fighting and accepted that there was no escape, where she completely surrendered herself to the situation, that was what the griffon had been waiting for. He kept going for about a minute more, even going so far as to hoist up her tail with his free hand to allow him a better target. Then, without warning, with a final slap across the middle of her butt, it was over. Reaching over to the same tube of cherry lube she had used on him earlier, Blackbeak slapped a generous handful of it on her now scarlet ass. “Seems I need to pin you down to stop your squirming!”

Thanks to the intense tanning of her hide, Cloudy Skies was too exhausted to offer anything other than an ‘Eeeeek!’ and a half-hearted defeated little squirm as the cold lube hit between her sore ass cheeks. Hard beyond belief from the spanking session, Blackbeak mounted his slut and he entered her asshole without ceremony.

Not satisfied with stuffing her like the slut she was, Blackbeak used his hands on each up stroke, peppering her already deep red ass until he had delivered ten to each cheek. “AAaaAAH oooow aaAAH! MaaaaAAAAAASTER!” Cloudy Skies screamed out into her pillow as she came under herself from the pain in her ass that felt like she had been branded and from the friction of moving back and forth with the force of each firm thrust. “Th-Tha-Thank you Master!”

With that, Blackbeak gripped her hips tightly in his clawed hands and forced her tight asshole until it held his plunging member like a vice. In short order, he too empties his load into her bowels. “I love you!” he screeched even as he painted her insides with his hot sticky seed.

“I-I…I l-lo-love you…” she panted before slumping headfirst into the bed, her ass as red as a baboon and her mascara running from all her tears. In short, it was just what she needed.

Similarly spent, Blackbeak laid across the panting pegasus’s back. Casually, he slipped his hands under her so he could grope her boobs. “Totally worth it.”

“Uh huh...” Cloudy Skies couldn’t make up her mind if he meant spiking the punch, getting caught, or the soundproofing spell they had paid for on their dorm room. Then, she decided, she didn’t care. Instead of thinking, she savoured the moment of having his weight on her back keeping her pinned on the bed. “Totally worth it.”

Blackbeak licked all the way up his mare’s ear he groped her breasts, “I think I'm going to let you wear a thong pantie for the week. No lock.” Underneath him, Cloudy Skies let out a little whimper, knowing full well that the sitting on the firm chairs will have her hard, and she'll have to hide her erection. Feeling and hearing the whimper, the griffon smirked, “Especially when I have you wear those short shorts, or your yoga pants. Skirts hide way too much.”

When he licked her ears for a second time, the pegasus’s whimper became a defeated moan of submission, the slutty mare utterly powerless under her much stronger dominant griffon. “Y-Yes Master,” she agreed meekly, “Th-they do hide too much.”

Her defeated little moan made him twitch and throb inside her anal cavity, and he showed his appreciation by licking the insides of her ears, “I didn't say what kind of panties you could wear. You may want to buy some really tight ones.”

Though he laughed mockingly in her ear, Cloudy Skies had to admit that was a really good idea, if only he would allow her to buy some really tight thong panties. He probably would, but at what cost? Her dignity, if she had any guess. “M-May I please h-have some bits Master?”

“Oh no, it won't be that easy. I do have to come with you to Lamps & Lingerie to see you try them on. I think a set of seven or more if they have a special would be good. You should get matching bras too.”

‘Of course, he wants to see me try them on...’ Cloudy Skies thought to herself, a smile playing over her muzzle, ‘You knew he wasn’t going to make it easy…’ “I - I'm sure the store has a special on, Master.”

From behind, Blackbeak gently nuzzled his lady’s cheek, “You may wear a dress of your choosing when we go shopping. After a shower.”

When he was out of her, and she was able to turn over onto her back, she pressed her groped breasts into his chest and kissed his beak. It was then that she noticed for the first time the stink of sex and sweat that hung heavy in the room. At least they could air it out while they showered.

“Thank you for your small mercies, Master.”

Chapter 6 - Practise Makes Perfect

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Chapter 2 - Love in the Library

“Nervous?”

As the brightly coloured steam train slowed on its way into Ponyville, Cloudburst, who was stood on her best friend’s right, spoke up, “You want another round with the tatzlwurm?”

“You can underdress when we get to my place…” Sparkler’s wiggling eyebrows spoke volumes.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Oh yes,” Corona’s smile not only remained in place, it got wider, “I'm waiting to finally meet the pony who my daughter's fallen for.”

“I think they have fallen for each other,” Seafoam observed as he saw the Friendship Express slowly steam around the corner, “Stonecutter is a good find.”

“So, I've been told. It's still my motherly duty to embarrass them both,” Corona grinned like a mischievous overgrown filly at the sight of the approaching train, “And here's my chance!”

Seafoam laughed out loud, “Ma’am, I think my pet can out embarrass you.”

“Hey!” Cloudburst dropped down from Seafoam’s arms, an action that caused an updraft that again lifted up the shirt and exposed the pegasus’s body for anypony who might have been looking, and grinned, “I have an excellent ass!” After she had said that, Cloudburst busied herself with the very important business of kissing her handsome lover’s face off. So occupied was she with that task, that neither she nor Seafoam noticed when Sparkler, Stonecutter and Corona left the platform. “Hey, do you wanna fly Master?” she asked when she had to break the kiss in order to breathe, “I've been cooped up on that train for ages!”

Seafoam didn’t have the heart to deny his pet. He could read her signs, then again, with the hopping from hoof to hoof, the rustling of her wings and the hopeful little glances she kept shooting up to the sky combined with her claustrophobia, she wasn’t hard to read. That was one of the things he loved about her. She made being her dominant so easy. “Take the lead, pet.”

“Yes sir!” needing no further order or encouragement, Cloudburst spread her powerful pale grey wings and took off, leaving more than a few ponies looking upwards as she launched herself up into the air.

Seafoam was only a heartbeat behind his beloved marefriend. He had a smirk plastered all over his face as he looked up the long grey shirt she wore. Even if her flat chest might suggest otherwise, from the view he – and those on the ground - were getting, there was absolutely no doubting she was a mare. “Come along,” he said when he caught up with her, “There’s something waiting us on our bed.” He then dropped back a few feet so he could enjoy the view up the billowing shirt. He could only think on how good she would look in a few months’ time when her pregnancy began to show.

“What is it Master?” Cloudburst asked over her shoulder, “Have you got me a surprise?”

“You've been gone for a while,” Seafoam stared resolutely forwards as he flew along behind her, straight up at her bare marehood between her legs – the idea that all those they flew over were being treated to the same view aroused him no end, “So I thought a welcome home gift would be in order.”

As she flew along from the train station towards the School of Friendship, Cloudburst rolled over onto her back, an act that caused the long baggy tee shirt to hang down and give the populace a view of her toned ass. “What is it, a new crop...No wait, nipple clamps...Ooh body piercings at the spa?”

All of those sounded like excellent options, and Seafoam made a mental note of each one with a smile that grew wider and wider the more he watched Cloudburst tie herself up in knots. “Play your twenty questions, as I'm not answering.” He knew that would wind her up far more effectively than if he whipped her for half an hour.

“Fine,” Cloudburst snorted through her nose, “You don't even crack when I tickle you. So,” she decided to go on a different tack, because asking about the surprise would be pointless, “What's happened here while we've been gone?”

“I think you gave me a grey feather or two,” Seafoam answered sarcastically, “The school was weird with Starlight and Trixie running things. Also, I didn't poison myself with my own cooking.”

Cloudburst slowed down so that Seafoam was flying above her, and then she wrapped her slender arms around him in a tight hug. “Seafoam,” she said in a very serious tone as she flapped her wings in the well-practised manoeuvre, “I…I'm really sorry I worried you. I didn't realise how dangerous it would be. I mean, I'd still have gone along, but...a few times, I was really scared out there.”

Seafoam flapped his wings in sync with Cloudburst’s, making sure his wings didn't foul the complicated docking, “I know love,” he smiled down at her and affectionately he nibbled at her neck with his beak. It was hard to be angry with her, particularly when she was speaking honestly like she was then, “And your two friends didn't tattle on you. You were good enough to do that to yourself.”

“It's thanks to them I'm still here…”

Kissing Cloudburst’s lips, Seafoam knew it to be true. He separated from the hug because he saw the school not that far away, “I'll have to thank them later.” He said, rubbing their foreheads together.

“I thought it'd be a laugh, y'know?” Cloudburst rolled back over onto her front and she held her Master’s hand in hers, giving it a squeeze like she didn’t want him to fly away from her, “I didn't think there'd be diamond dog bandits out there,” she shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself, only too aware that she had been seconds away from being a diamond dog’s personal slave.

Flapping his wings, Seafoam surged ahead into the lead, flicking the pegasus’s nose with his tail when he passed her, “Let's get you someplace safe so I can wrap you up in a hug.”

“Hey!” Cloudburst, caught napping by the unexpected move, flapped her wings harder and in a few seconds, she caught up with a grin on her face, she did so like a good chase and, as much affection as she had for Sparkler and Stonecutter, they couldn’t hope to give her a chase. “So...what do you think about Sea Poppy for a name?”

“I like it.” Seafoam only mulled it over for a few moments before he made up his mind on the subject, “I was going to wait, but that sounds like a great name.”

Cloudburst blushed, because she hadn’t expected it to go that quickly. “I had a dream about us and her in the back of Stonecutter's wagon. It was her first day of school on Mount Aris. You were snoring like a demented chainsaw.”

Seafoam rolled his eyes rather noisily at his marefriend, “And?”

“And...” when he made a gesture for her to carry on, Cloudburst continued, “It was cute. I never thought I'd be into all that family stuff, y’know, given my parents, but...it was nice, just holding her hand and taking her to school. And I was pregnant again, with a colt I think. You worked in Novo's guard, and I was a weather pony.”

“Hold onto that dream, because I want to live it with you,” Seafoam reached over and, laughing, he squeezed her hand in his. It was a rare thing for Cloudburst to lower her defences and talk like this, even to him, and they’d been together now for a few years, so he wanted to make the most of it. “Did you tell your friends about our dress code?”

“I did. Even Sparky's up for it,” Cloudburst kissed her Master’s hand and she started her descent towards the large school building just up ahead of them. “We are moving soon, right?” she hoped they were, because she couldn’t wait to be on Mount Aris, to not have to worry about silly things like wearing clothes, and to live among a community of like-minded creatures.

“When do you graduate?”

“Um...” Cloudburst thought on that as she landed on her hooves in the forecourt of the School of Friendship with the borrowed long shirt billowing up. As it settled back down around her thighs, she bowed to the generous applause given to her from the few students that were milling around in the school grounds. She lifted her shirt and did a little dance for them, and they generously applauded a little louder. She was proud of her body – mostly – and she liked showing it off, “I think it’s like, five or six months. Something like that.”

“Then our foal will be born at Mount Aris,” Seafoam licked his beak in anticipation of that, because it meant for the later stages of her pregnancy, she would be sans clothing among the hippogriffs, “As I plan on moving the day after you graduate.”

“Awesome!” Cloudburst cried in sheer glee as she skipped her way up to the school's large front doors amid the smattering of applause that was slowly petering out. Walking with her, Seafoam stayed by her side as Cloudburst waved and said hello to the students they passed in the corridors on the way until they get to their dorm room. He wanted her to enter first and see the ‘surprise’ he had planned for her. “At least it'll be clean, because I haven't been in it for five days!”

“You go first in case there’s a dangerous dust bunny lurking under the bed,” Seafoam gave her a little shove in the back with his clawed hand. Another reason he wanted her to go first was if she was in front of him, she couldn’t zap him with a lightning bolt, something he didn’t trust her not to do, not when she saw who was inside.

Cloudburst rolled her eyes and bowed, “Yes,” she opened the door, “Mast...” the moment she entered the dorm room though, her voice died on her lips and her eyes went wide as saucers as she saw the two pegasi sat waiting for them on the couch by their bed, “M-Mom…D-Dad…Wh-What...”

Seafoam winked to Misty Fly and Wave Chill, then he whispered in Cloudburst's ear, “Surprise!”

“No way...” Cloudburst was rooted to the spot as effectively as if a cockatrice had petrified her.

“Cloudburst!” Misty Fly sprang to her hooves and the pale-yellow mare hugged her daughter as tightly as she could, though Cloudburst remained perfectly still, even when the Wonderbolt peppered her with motherly kisses, “My brave filly!”

Cloudburst remained unmoved and, when Misty Fly eventually took a step backwards, she finally spoke, addressing her mother in front of her and her father sat on her couch, “I get it. Very funny, funny joke. Arista, Delilah, you can change back now.”

Seeing the older ponies’ confused looks, Seafoam came to their rescue with an explanation, “Our changeling classmates.”

“Guys...” Cloudburst couldn’t – wouldn’t – accept what her eyes were telling her. “This isn't bucking funny!” tears began to leak from her eyes as she stamped her hooves into the carpeted floor, “Change back, right now!”

“Honey, we aren't...” Wave Chill finally spoke up from the couch, but the sky-blue stallion was interrupted before he could say another word.

“Nononono,” Cloudburst shook her head in an effort to get the visions out of her head, “Don't you dare, don't you be you!”

If Misty Fly was taken aback by her daughter’s reaction to their obviously unexpected presence, she gave no sign of it. “Cloudy, sweetie, I get that you're upset,” she said in that motherly tone that all mothers use, the one they use on petulant foals, no matter how old those foals happen to be, “We came when Seafoam called.”

From behind, Seafoam hugged his understandably angry marefriend tightly around her waist, “It's real love, and I made sure that they know everything.”

Cloudburst forced herself to breathe through her nose, temporarily calming herself, though her wings bristled angrily, “You came when Seafoam called?”

“Of course, we did,” Wave Chill stood up from the couch and walked over, “We were overjoyed when he told us your splendid news!”

“So...my Master calls once, and here you are,” Cloudburst felt her anger rising again with every word she spoke, so much so that her wings flared and broke Seafoam’s hug. A nimbus of crackling electrical energy shimmered into existence around each of her clenched fists. “I call hundreds of times and I get buck all!?”

Misty Fly, who had never seen her daughter in such an angry state, stepped backwards, “Cloudburst, sweetie, I know we have no excuse...”

Seeing that things were quickly going south, Seafoam decided it was time that his marefriend’s Master take charge. The last thing he wanted, as he tellingly squeezed Cloudburst’s arm, was for her parents to not come for another three years. He would deal with the fallout later after they had gone. “Now is not the time to argue, my pet, but to rejoice in the life you carry. For me.”

That did it. When Seafoam spoke in his ‘Master’ voice, Cloudburst was compelled to obey the one she was utterly devoted to. She scrunched up her eyes and counted to ten, three times. “You're right, Master,” she said evenly and at last she hugged her mother tight, until Misty Fly was in danger of choking from lack of air, “I've missed you!”

The conversation that followed was far freer flowing and civilised than it had been. Seafoam was supportive of Cloudburst, but he refused to allow her to fall into incrimination of her parents who, to their credit, did not object to him ordering their daughter to kneel on her cushion by the armchair he sat on. The more they talked, the more it became a love in of hugs, support, promises to be more involved, financial help to move to Mount Aris and to help with the wedding.

Before they knew it, two and a half hours had passed in what felt like thirty minutes and it was time for Misty Fly and Wave Chill to return to the Wonderbolts Academy to prepare for the upcoming show they had. As soon as they stood up, Seafoam was quick to get in his hugs with his lover’s parents. “Thank you for stopping in, and I will expect to see you again before we move.”

Wave Chill shook the dominant hippogriff’s hand and was pleased to feel his grip was as steely as the glint in his eyes, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Seafoam.”

“You picked a good one there, Cloudy,” Misty Fly beamed once Seafoam had released his hug, “A very good one.”

“He’s the best, mom!” Cloudburst squealed as she hugged both of her parents as hard as she could, like she was scared she’d never see them again, in spite of the things they had said during their conversation.

After they had left, Seafoam pulled his marefriend up from her cushion so she sat by his side squeezed into his armchair, “Are you mad at me?”

“Yes.” Cloudburst answered simply and she even treated him to her most devastating – albeit playful – pout. “No...” she admitted, “I’m not really mad, least of all at you, it was just a shock, seeing them both sat there, that's all.”

“That’s why I didn't tell you,” Seafoam explained as he stroked up and down her back with his left hand, from between her wings to the base of her spine while his other hand caressed her flat belly, “I didn't want you to be the one to back out. Now,” he kissed her softly and smiled, “You need to get out of Stoney's shirt. I don't want it stained.”

“Yes Master,” Cloudburst sighed contentedly as she pulled off the large dark grey "Rocks Rock" shirt and tossed it into a pile on their bed. After so many countless times she had said those words, they still made her marehood tingle in that way only he could make it, “It was a very cool thing you did. Thank you.”

“Because I'm cool!” he hovered over their bed and swooped into a hug, pressing himself into her naked body, “You know, I think you'd look cool in your superhero outfit. No panties.”

When Cloudburst kissed all the way up Seafoam's shoulder and neck, she happened to glance over his back to the bed, where she saw two costumes already laid out ready. “You mean the Zap one you bought me last year?” It wasn’t Captain Celaeno, but it would suffice.

“That's the one. Oh,” he demonstrated an incredible lack of acting skill when he turned and pointed to the other costume, a dark red pants and top combination with a large V on the front, “Look, my costume is here too!”

Cloudburst suddenly realised why her coltfriend had bought the Vulture costume a month ago now. She giggled, for she had totally bought the story about suddenly being into the Power Ponies and their lesser known villain. “I do love that one on you, Master. It makes your arms look all sexy and muscly.” She started to dress herself in the tight black outfit, loving the fact that it had a miniskirt with lightning bolts on it instead of the more traditional black leggings. “Master?”

Seafoam paused in dressing himself and glanced over at her wearing just the top of her Zap outfit and he silently thanked Queen Novo that he had a semblance of control over his stallionhood or he’d be making a tent in the spandex by now, “Yes, love?”

Pulling up the miniskirt, Cloudburst loved the way the lightning bolts on the front and back pointed to her ass and pussy, things that the skimpy garment only barely covered, “I know you said for Sparks to watch out for us out there, but um...well...after the past few days, I think I'd like to just do something fun with you in the school, if you don't mind.”

The smile on Seafoam’s face grew wider and wider, “How are your studies doing?” he asked with a most salacious wink.

“Just fine, Master,” Cloudburst answered automatically, “You know I passed Professor Dash's last loyalty exam...” then, it hit her what her Master had meant and finally she caught on, “Ooh, aah, I think I could to with some more study time. I only just passed.”

Seafoam’s smile widened to the point his face was almost split in half, “Never change, my love. Never, ever change. To our secret superhero lair, the library!”

“To the den of the nerds!” Cloudburst declared as she struck a very heroic pose that the Power Ponies themselves would have been proud of. If they wore scandalously short outfits, no underwear and were XXX rated.

“Do put a bit more hip sway in that pose, pet,” Seafoam snickered, “Your skirt barely bared you.”

“Yes Master,” obediently and without question, Cloudburst cocked a hip hard, flicking up the skirt until she felt the hem of it lift up past her ass. When the leering hippogriff nodded approvingly, she then skipped over to the door, letting the momentum carry it up her ass on the way.

“Don't let anycreature ever tell you that skinny isn't sexy,” Seafoam said as he followed Cloudburst out of their room and into the hallway, playfully slapping her ass to get her moving in the right direction.

Cloudburst giggled at the little love tap that had landed on her butt as she bounced on her hooves to get more lift from the skirt, “I won't be skinny for very much longer, you know that, right?”

Seafoam did know that. He couldn’t wait for her belly to start swelling with his foal. “That’ll just more of you to love, then, my love.”

After a few steps, Cloudburst suddenly stopped and lifted up the top of her Zap costume. Once she had them exposed, the pale grey pegasus groped her own flat chest, not caring in the slightest when two students, a yak and a griffon, in their costumes, passed them and got a good long look at her. “I bet these won't grow though…”

Seafoam snickered and shared a finger gun showdown with the students who were openly appreciating his pet’s body. He loved other creatures looking, because he was the only one who got to touch what they were ogling. “You're not hatching an egg, so they will fill out a bit, and that is more than enough for me.”

“If I get any kind of curve, I'll be happy,” Cloudburst skipped all the way through the school to the library – she would have willingly crawled there naked on her hands and knees if her Master had so ordered her to do so - where there were a few of the more studious students studying rather than partying in the big dance hall. Cloudburst didn’t pay them any mind. Who in their right mind would be in there studying when they could attend one of Blackbeak’s parties in the hall?

Following closely behind his marefriend, Seafoam immediately started looking for a semi-secluded spot that they could play in, and he was prepared to steer her that way, but Cloudburst had played this game a few times, and she knew where to go. She could have made her way to their spot behind a few bookcases with her eyes closed.

Seafoam walked up to their spot behind the bookcases and underneath the mezzanine floor above and he saw there was an earth pony stallion in who looked to be in an alcoholic coma and he gave him a little shake. “Hey, Star Chaser, are you okay?”

The tan stallion slowly opened his groggy bloodshot eyes, “Uuuugh...I had Blackbeak's punch in the dance hall...” he slurred, unable to focus on much beyond a few feet in front of him, “Where am I? This isn't my dorm...”

“I was worried about you, Star,” Seafoam felt a great degree of sympathy for the poor earth pony, even though he should have known better than to drink anything that Blackbeak gave him, “Nocreature sleeps in the library, so I was afraid you were ill.”

“Well...he is, kinda, if he's drank griffon ale,” Cloudburst offered in her not very helpful way, then her eyes lit up, “Wait...he’s smuggled in griffon ale? How many did you have?”

Star Chaser tried to think, but that just made his brain hurt as it tried to work through the haze of griffon ale he had consumed, “Um...three glasses I think…Uuuugh, I'm gonna go sleepy now...”

“In your room,” Seafoam tried to lift up the semi-comatose stallion.

“Y-Yeah... I'm my room...thanks Foam…” he staggered on his hooves and wobbled into the hippogriffs’s arms, “I love yooooooou!”

Cloudburst couldn't help but burst out into a fit of giggles while Seafoam did the responsible thing and searched the library for one of Star Chaser's dorm mates. As Cloudburst was clutching her sides laughing on the floor, Seafoam found his target, a stallion stood over by some books trying without success to find the adult stuff. “Make sure Star doesn't pass out,” he walked over to Compass Point and he pulled the 'Live Model' art book off the shelf, “Your dorm mate needs some help to his room, Compass. Griffon ale emergency.”

Compass Point followed where Seafoam was pointing and he saw his sweetheart all but unconscious in the chair, “Oh, my poor love,” he giggled, “I told him not to drink so much of Blackbeak's stash. Don't worry, Foam, I'll get him home.”

“Try to not fall asleep reading the book,” Seafoam passed his friend the book he had taken down, “I've only read the articles.”

“Will do,” Compass Point snickered and he helped Star Chaser stagger out of the library like he was manoeuvring an unresponsive sack of potatoes alongside him, “Come on babe, let's get you to bed, you’ll feel better in the morning. Or, at least, alive. Ish.”

Cloudburst, who had finally stopped laughing, stood and waved the couple out of the library as Seafoam immediately took up residence in the vacated armchair. Now he was ready to have some fun. “You should get a book and read to me.”

It wasn’t a request.

“Yes Master!” Cloudburst flapped her wings and she flew over to the history section to find what had quickly become her favourite book – that wasn’t a Power Ponies comic, at any rate. Thankfully, nopony else had rented it out. “Aha!” she snatched up ‘Hippogriffs, A History’, and flew back to her dominant lover over the heads of the few ponies who were actually studying.

“Your favourite light reading, I see. I approve.” Seafoam smirked and patted his lap. “Face me.”

“Yes sir,” Cloudburst fluttered her wings and, hovering over her coltfriend, she landed herself on his lap right where he had indicated, sitting with her legs spread and her hooves hanging off the arms of the chair.

With his pet in position, Seafoam undid the front of his pants and allowed his semi hard cock to slip out. Not that he was bothered, he knew her short skirt would hide most things they were about to do from casual observation. “Read. I want you to start with the period just before the Storm King.”

“Yes Master,” without having to look at the page numbers, Cloudburst opened up the book right at the third chapter and she started to read in her ‘I’ve been called on by the teacher to read in class’ voice. “The Hippogriffs enjoyed their biggest period of peace and expansion fifty years ago, trading with the Abyssinians...”

Seafoam made his pet pause in her reading when he placed his clawed hands on her ass and in one movement, he placed over his stallionhood and slowly moved her back and forth as he slowly hardened underneath her. “You have a very beautiful reading voice,” he grinned, because he knew she could feel his stiffening member. He looked past her to see if anycreature was focused on them, and none were paying them the slightest attention, yet. “Continue.”

“Thank you, Master,” Cloudburst moaned softly as she felt him get hard between her dripping wet legs. “Unfortunately, this Hmmmm...” she tried her best to concentrate on the history book, but it was hard – just like Seafoam’s dick – to focus on words when she could feel that under her, “Th-this trading bought the hippogriffs to the attention of less savoury forces, notably the storm King and his army, lead by the formidable Tempest Shadow.”

Once Seafoam was hard and ready, he lifted Cloudburst slightly which did expose her bare ass to the room and, with the tip of his cock in position at the entrance to his mare’s sopping wet tunnel, he slid her down onto the full length of his shaft. “Let me help you focus, pet.”

As Seafoam’s not inconsiderable length slipped inside her, Cloudburst had to bite the edge of the book to keep from moaning out too loudly as he hilted inside her in one movement that stretched her marehood around his girth. At a nearby desk, a nerdy violet unicorn mare wearing exceptionally thick glasses looked up at that moment of entry. Though she saw everything, she said nothing but she was content to watch. “Hmhmmmm b-by Novo...”

Seafoam caught the voyeur out of the corner of his eye. Knowing they were being watched just made him harder and, as he lifted Cloudburst up just far enough to let the watching pony glimpse what was happening, his rod throbbed with arousal. He didn't repeat that, he was curious to see what both his pet and the voyeur would do.

The watching violet mare blushed and she sneaked a hand into her skirt and then into her panties. Cloudburst was so focused on the book and her Master’s cock that she didn’t pay the watching mare any heed, she just used her toned thighs to rise up to the same height as before and enthusiastically she rode her lover, lifting her tail for good measure.

Seafoam was happy to allow Cloudburst to fuck him as long as she kept reading, but for the unicorn’s benefit, he did lift up her skirt a lot to show her off. “Aah…” she moaned, “Wh-when the storm King invaded, Th-The AAaaaaah-attack was swift and brutal, but...but...” she stopped reading and she started to pant in utter pleasure, not even trying to keep her voice down, not that the watching mare biting her lip and fingering herself with three fingers was about to object.

Hearing his pet stop reading, Seafoam gripped her ass in his talons and held her still so she couldn't bounce on him any longer. “One must study to learn. Read and I'll let you move.”

Cloudburst pouted adorably, then after a whimper when she realised, he was deadly serious, she started to read, “But the hippogriffs rallied just as swiftly, with General Swift Wing leading the counterattack that gave Queen Novo the opportunity to retreat her people to safety underwater.”

True to his word, Seafoam released Cloudburst's ass, though he did slid a taloned finger around so he could play with her tail hole. “GaaaAAH buuuuck...” the pegasus quickly read from the book while the watching mare openly groped at a breast and rubbed herself. “F-For the first time in her reign...Hmmmm! Qu-queen Novo used the Pearl of Transformation and she evacuated her people to the safety of Seaquestria.”

Again, Seafoam scanned their section of the library to see who else might be looking at them. He saw a male changeling that he didn’t know that well over by a bookcase watching them, he was alternating watching them and watching the mare who was masturbating at the desk. He was trying to not be obvious but he was obvious. Smirking, Seafoam helped Cloudburst on the up stroke to give their audience a good show. She was unaware they were being watched; she was trying to concentrate on reading as she leaked her juices all over Seafoam's crotch. “Un-Unfortunately while the populace escaped, General Swift Wing and his troops did not make it.”

Sensing Cloudburst’s body start to tense up under the force of her mounting orgasm, Seafoam slowed down a little, because he wanted the unicorn who was doing herself to cum first. “You do have such a beautiful voice, pet…” he said with a grin. After several more moments, the unicorn arched her back in her seat and a large wet patch appeared on the front of her skirt and she slumped in her seat, her eyes crossed from her orgasm.

Seafoam was most impressed with the mare’s silence. He then picked up the speed of their fucking as it was now time to get Cloudburst off. She had been such a good pet and she deserved her reward. “Hhhhnnngg!” Cloudburst whimpered and groaned into Seafoam's ear, “M-Master...c-can I cum, please?”

The hippogriff knew that at the speed they were rutting on the chair, she would orgasm in a few seconds whether he allowed it or not, so he whispered in her war, “You may, but one did before you and you cannot be noisier that she was…” he then lifted her miniskirt all the way, fully exposed Cloudburst’s backside and himself to the two that were watching and slid a finger into her asshole.

“Oh shit...” Cloudburst moaned quietly as she bounced up and down on her Master’s cock with his finger thrusting in and out of her back door, she had to thrust a hand in her mouth as she came and squirted all over his crotch with a muffled, “Aaaaaaah!”

Allowing the skirt to drop over her ass, Seafoam withdrew his finger from her puckered hole and he rested his claws on Cloudburst's ass. He was content to let nature take its course for his withdrawal from her marehood that he had just filled with his hot fertile seed. “Please skip ahead to the Queen’s return.”

“Wh-What...Ooh...re-reading...” Cloudburst found it incredibly hard to focus on the words, seeing as how she was riding the high of her very intense climax. Still, she did as she was ordered, lest she incur a punishment for disobedience. “Um...following the intervention of Princess Twilight Sparkle and the others, Queen Novo decided it was time to leave the isolation of the depths and return the hippogriffs to the surface once more.”

Listening intently, Seafoam looked around the library. Both the unicorn and the changeling politely clapped, both having appreciated the show they had been treated to and then both of them decided to go to their dorms so they could properly appreciate what they had seen. As soon as they had gone, Seafoam pulled Cloudburst forward so he could kiss her. “I think that is more than enough study for one night. How about we go for some ice cream?”

“Uh huh...ice cream sounds awesome!” Cloudburst giggled into Seafoam's ear, “I thought you said on the station I was getting punished, this was amazing!”

“The ones watching us thought you were amazing too,” Seafoam replied with a proud smile, because he was proud of his mare, “Not all punishments have to hurt, and you do have a soothing voice.” He then slid her back just a little so he could do up the pants of his Vulture costume. “I bet Sugarcube Corner is open.”

Cloudburst gave her coltfriend a deadpan look, “It's Nightmare Night. I bet Mrs. Cake will be open all night long, Master,” she planted kisses all over his beak, “That was the best punishment ever,” she kissed him again, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Seafoam stood up and cast a proud look at the armchair and the stain they had both left, “Before we go, get a towel and clean this seat.”

~ ~ ~

Cloudburst’s prediction had turned out to be entirely correct. Sugarcube Corner was not only open at nine o’clock in the evening, it was packed out by colts and fillies of all species wearing all manner of costumes celebrating Nightmare Night under the care of their respective parents. It was a noisy, chaotic place – not that it wasn’t usually noisy or chaotic, given that Pinkie Pie worked there – even more so than usual.

Seafoam usually avoided such a crowded and raucous environment like the plague. Tonight though, as he tried to concentrate on eating his ice cream, he was glad to have the distractions of twenty or thirty screaming children. It meant that virtually nopony was looking at him or the booth he was sat in. Nor were they taking notice of the fact that Cloudburst was strangely absent.

Seafoam was also glad that the table had a very long, very thick, floor length tablecloth.

Underneath said tablecloth, hidden from the partying colts and fillies, Cloudburst shifted around on her knees as she deftly unfastened her Master’s pants and coaxed his stallionhood from its spandex prison. She giggled softly to herself and took a few moments to admire Seafoam’s rod, taking it in from several angles. It was a truly impressive tool, and it got more and more impressive when it hardened in her hand.

After the pale grey pegasus had given it a few glancing passes, she leaned in and inhaled. Her warm breath made the turquoise hippogriff visibly shiver and in return she took in his masculine musk. It was delicious, smelling faintly of his sweat and his aftershave, not to mention their combined juices from the scene in the library.

Cloudburst was even more satisfied to think that all the time she was appreciating her Master’s rock-hard cock under the table, on the other side, he had to just sit there and eat the ice cream he had ordered for them both. It both amused her and aroused her as she gave him a long playful lick, dragging her hot wet tongue all the way from his flare to the base of his erection. She imagined he was doing the same to the spoon in his beak.

This had two purposes. First, it allowed Cloudburst to sample Seafoam’s taste, which she adored, which was absolutely amazing, being a nice mixture of his body wash and their combined essences. Second, and more impishly, she knew it was sheer torture for him. And, it made the hippogriff’s erection throb and it made him let out a choked moan of arousal that she was able to hear even over the rampaging youngsters just a few feet away.

Cloudburst loved that.

She loved the idea that she had been the cause of that low pleasured moan.

Determined to drag more of those moans from her coltfriend, Cloudburst followed up the first lick she had delivered by a second, and then a third, each time she dragged her tongue along the hippogriff’s cock, she purposefully explored a different angle of his erection, feeling every bump and vein while at the same time she drew a line of slick salvia along it.

By the end of the third lick, she was ready to begin.

By the end of the third lick, Seafoam was more than ready for her to begin. It was only by an act of sheer willpower that, when he felt her return her attention to his tip, taking it between her lips and suckling tenderly upon the highly sensitive flesh, that he didn’t drop the spoonful of ice cream all over the table. The turquoise hippogriff gasped and bucked his hips forwards under the table.

“You sure do like that ice cream, don’t you, dear?” Mrs. Cake asked in passing when she heard the lewd, guttural moan come from Seafoam.

“Y-Ye-Yes ma’aaaaam…” he barely managed to answer her and to not choke on the ice cream he had just swallowed. This was because at that moment, Cloudburst had begun to bob her head along his shaft, gliding along the first few inches of his not inconsiderable cock in smooth little motions. As she started to suck him off, her talented tongue rolled around his flare, intent on exploring every little nook and detail of his proud erection.

Under the table, Cloudburst was in her element. Ever the exhibitionist, the thought of getting caught fellating her Master in public like that was enough to get her dripping her own arousal onto the floor of the café as she breathed in and smelled him for a second time. By now, the whole space under the table stank of Seafoam’s musk. It was a good thing the thick tablecloth didn’t allow the scents to travel or they’d be caught in a heartbeat.

Once she had her Master’s tip well-lubricated with her saliva, Cloudburst began to press a little deeper, allowing the hippogriff’s flare to press against her palate and go deeper into her mouth. As he moved further within her, she continued to slather her tongue eagerly all around him as she suckled away.

Above her, Seafoam was certainly enjoying himself once he had gotten over the initial, ‘you are really doing this here’ moment he had gone through when she had disappeared under the table with a wink. As he felt her lips encompass his shaft, he did his best to control his breathing that came out upon hurried and frantic breaths. It was the knowledge that she controlled this that aroused him all the more, added to the fact that both of them just knew he would be punishing her for this later, just made the experience all the more delectable.

Cloudburst slurped lewdly, enjoying the combined flavour of her saliva and her Master’s pre that leaked from his tip. The sexy cocktail was very much an acquired taste but one which the pale grey mare savoured whenever she had the chance. She didn’t always get the chance to indulge in oral, because more often than not Seafoam’s cock was buried in one of her other holes.

Overall, not a bad thing to be upset about. After all, nopony got to heaven saying “Jeez, I wish I hadn’t fucked so much”.

As she heard the cheering of the party starting to wind down in the café – odd because her world was entirely the space under the tablecloth – Cloudburst’s bobbing grew further emboldened and she soon pressed forcefully forward, allowing her Master to enter into her throat. It was time to finish what she had started. Fortunately, she was well trained in pleasing her Master, and she had defeated her gag reflex a few months after being Seafoam’s pet.

Once her lips touched the base of the hippogriff’s cock, she at last used her skilled hands to massage and knead his balls. She was amazed to feel how heavy and full they were, given how much semen he had dumped in her back in the school library. When she felt her jaw begin to ache, she drew back just a little. As she withdrew, her hands were there to pick up the slack and ensure his pleasure.

Letting out an extremely lewd moan that was thankfully eclipsed by a loud party popper going off, Seafoam didn’t know whether to reward or punish his pet. She had certainly earned both in equal measure. As he tried to keep up the appearance that he was enjoying his ice cream, he felt his cock leave Cloudburst’s warm wet throat and he made a very undignified whimper that he was sure she heard.

Cloudburst’s flat chest rose once, then twice, sucking in the much-needed oxygen before she dove back in. The impatient thrusts of her Master’s hips against empty air told her that she needed to get back to her work. Her hot lips hugged him tightly, sucking as hard as she could in a determined effort to milk him of every last drop. She wasn’t going to be satisfied until he had to fly back to the school.

Above her, Seafoam moaned so gutturally, muttering a cascade of muffled expletives that were fortunately muffled by the background noise of the foals. As her bobbing grew more and more vigorous, her lips and mouth gilding along a generous portion of his erection in rapid succession, Cloudburst fantasised she was in a cheap pornographic movie and this was a gloryhole and she was chained to it, forced to pleasure and endless stream of cocks.

It would never happen, though, not in real life. Even if they could get into Trixie’s Place, there was no way under Celestia’s sun or Luna’s moon that her Master would allow her to work a stall. She belonged to him. She was his, and he did not share.

Still, it was a nice fantasy.

She was enjoying herself so much that her tongue never waned and it only grew more emboldened, rolling around frantically with a certain zealous energy. Cloudburst’s worship of her Master’s cock did not go unappreciated and, with his free hand, he reached under the table and lovingly caressed her right ear. Along with his moans and grunts, the submissive mare was having the time of her life. Stepping it up a notch, Cloudburst at last started to deep throat her lover like the proper little cock sucker she was. She went all the way up until he was practically out of her and then she went all the way down. She knew she was doing it right because he squeezed her ear, pulling her down harder and faster with each repetition.

A masculine growl rumbled from Seafoam, he was unable to prevent it and as he was treated to one of the best blowjobs he had ever had, he slammed his right fist onto the table. Mrs. Cake looked over and shrugged her shoulders, just assuming it was a bad case of brain freeze. He had after all ate a whole ice cream for two by himself. At the booth, Seafoam was past caring a flying feather who saw what his marefriend was doing to him as he felt his pet’s well-trained throat coax another dollop of pre from him.

Still, despite her enthusiasm, Cloudburst was eventually forced to draw back and give her throat a break. At which point, the pale grey pegasus’s pace not only resumed, but it quickened further, her muzzle moving at such intensity that her head was practically a blur. She travelled the hefty dark green length every couple of seconds, allowing her tight lips to embrace and cradle every inch of his flesh.

Cloudburst had thoroughly enjoyed her sample, but she wanted everything he had. She wanted him to paint her mouth with his seed, to fill her gullet with his batter. All she could hear above her was her Master’s laboured breathing, interrupted only every so often by him swearing and groaning under his breath.

Cloudburst then drove all the way forward again, not slowing until the hippogriff was pressed against the back of her throat. Yet, she continued forward, allowing him to return to where he belonged, nestled snugly in her vitally important airway. Once more, Seafoam found himself buried deep into his pet’s throat.

The pegasus’s throat flexed around her lover’s cock and a series of pathetic little gags erupted from her. Spit and drool leaked from her mouth and pooled on the floor, mixing with her own arousal that had dripped from her marehood. Seafoam’s hips drew back and for a split second, she was worried he’d put himself away and end the scene but, instead, he afforded himself a few inches to thrust back in, directly into her maw, placing his cock where it belonged.

Cloudburst’s sharp ears caught just how far along her Master really was. If his haggard breathing was to be believed, it wouldn’t be too much longer before she had her prize. As such, the pegasus thrust forwards and sucked hard upon his dick, determined to milk him like a champ. Seafoam’s hips continued their thrusting, by some miracle he managed to not pull the tablecloth clean off the table. Her tongue was eager, circling around the shaft of the cock swiftly and surely. His breathing did not abate and, for the slightest moment, she was concerned that it would not be enough.

However, in short order, the turquoise hippogriff eventually let out a final breath of contentment and his cock gave a tell-tale throb. Catching the warning sign, Cloudburst pulled off and she opened her mouth wide, readying herself for her reward. The first rope of her Master’s cum shot forth and, expertly, she caught it in her ready mouth.

The second shot of semen was nowhere near as potent. She had to adjust herself to catch that in her mouth, though a fair amount did land on her pale grey muzzle. She didn’t mind that so much, though she wasn’t thinking ahead to them having to leave Sugarcube Corner with her face painted. Seafoam continued to ejaculate, a good load of his seed hitting her tongue and filling her mouth.

When he was finished and he felt himself be tucked back into the spandex pants of his Nightmare Night costume, Seafoam at last, cautiously, lifted up the tablecloth to see Cloudburst grinning at him with her open mouth full of his cum. “Swallow,” he ordered, and obediently she did, in one loud gulp.

Nopony noticed when Cloudburst re-emerged from under the table and she sat in the seat across from her lover. Seafoam held her in a steely eyed gaze. “While I appreciate your oral skills,” he said as he slid over what was left of the ice cream to her, “Don’t think you aren’t going to get punished, pet.” Smirking, he reached over and smeared one of the lines of his cum into her fur before making her lick his finger clean, “You’re wearing your new make up all the way home, and once we get out of here, you will remove that nice little outfit.”

“Yes Master,” Cloudburst had no problem with that whatsoever. In fact, as she scooped up the remnants of their ice cream, she resolved to be even naughtier in the future, if that was the ‘punishment’ she would receive. She grinned and gave him a wink. Life was good, and so was she.

Sometimes.