Thunderstruckby DamagedChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 1Losing herself, Spitfire had found, was the secret to finding equilibrium. Sex with an unending parade of stallions had done not one thing for her, but this—this gave her relief. Relief from not just the harsh things in life, but also the things she enjoyed. Too much of a good thing was just about as bad as not enough. Yelling at newbie fliers to get them into shape, seeing them soar through the skies as they learned their wings the right way, and flying with her fellow Wonderbolts in a perfect formation—all things she loved doing, but none of them gave her this level of relief. "Just focus on the swinging watch. Feel yourself growing more and more drowsy. Your wings are light, spread them for me." Rainbow Dash's voice was calm and carefully neutral. She watched Spitfire slowly, almost sensually unfold her wings while she sat on the couch. When they were fully spread, Rainbow continued. "You feel weightless, the air around you barely touching your feathers, yet you can feel yourself spiraling upward. Higher. Higher. Higher still." With her eyes closed, Spitfire let Rainbow's words guide her thoughts. She could feel the slightest breezes under and around her wings, she could feel the warm sun on her body, and above all she felt the slight lightheadedness of flying too high—this wasn't the first time Rainbow had used this induction on her, and there was good reason why. "You're feeling lightheaded. The air is thinner the higher you go, pushing thoughts and worries from you head. You can feel it, can't you. Tell me, use some more precious oxygen and tell me how you feel." "Light—" Spitfire's breath came in a shallow gasp. The air was so thin she barely had oxygen to think straight. Talking made it even worse, and she knew it. "Can't th—" "Lightheaded? Can't think? That's okay, I'll take care of that for you. You're still spiraling up and up, and like the air your head is getting thinner and thinner. But now it's time. You know what time it is? Tell me." Opening her mouth, Spitfire struggled to say a single, solitary word, but all the action did was waste her air and empty her a little more. "All gone? Good girl." The praise did wonders for Spitfire. It was something her empty mind could grasp. So intent on Rainbow's voice was she, she didn't hear the front door open and close, nor did she hear hoofsteps of somepony approaching. They just didn't fit in her empty head. Rainbow glared at Thunderlane and lifted one of her wings up and made a zipping motion across her lips. Schooling herself into ignoring the surprised stallion for the moment, she turned to look at Spitfire. "Feisty Flame is your name. You're the fillyfriend of Blitz—you know Blitz, right?" Feisty Flame wanted to reply in the affirmative, but her head was empty, and the moment she tried to form the words to say yes, they escaped from her mind. She barely managed the most slight of nods. "He's the biggest, hunkiest stallion, and he has it for you bad, Feisty. But you know what else he has today? He's brought home a new pet—a doggy." Rainbow's eyes slid to the side and she turned her head just enough to catch Thunderlane's surprised expression in her peripheral vision. "He's a big doggy, and he's really affectionate. It'd be wild to let him play with you a bit." Feisty Flame felt the words seem to fill the void inside her. Somehow they always remained, even when her own couldn't hold together. A small smile pulled at her lips at the thought of her hunk of a stallion—a Wonderbolt no less—bringing home a pet for her to "play" with. In the back of Feisty's mind, where the mare known as Spitfire sat silent and peaceful, a hint of excitement jolted around. She could never feel scared in this place, not when she had her word. Everything was new and exciting, and safe. With a glare at Thunderlane, Rainbow nodded toward a shelf where a series of dog collars sat. As he stood up and walked over to the shelf, Rainbow Dash smirked. "Feisty, are you still flying high?" When Spitfire nodded, just a little, Rainbow smiled more warmly. "I want you to level out and then look down. Blitz is below you, Feisty, I'm below you." Rainbow watched as Feisty's wings tipped forward a little. "There you go. Come down to me, Feisty. The wind starts rushing past your face as you pull into a full dive." Waiting for Feisty's wings to angle back a little more, Rainbow continued. "You start to feel air filling you again, filling out Feisty Flame with warmth and thought. Can you feel it?" "Y-Yes." Feisty's voice felt dry, obviously due to how long she'd been without breath for. "I can feel it, and I can see you, Blitz." "Down, down, down you dive, Feisty. Your thoughts fill out again and you can think properly again. You remember your promise to meet me at our front door." Rainbow built the scenario for Feisty to live. She programmed her lover and let her fabricated reality flood into the mare's head. "At the last second you pull up, Feisty, slamming your wings out and halting on a dime before me." Feisty Flame's eyes snapped open and she leaned forward to kiss her coltfriend. Thunderlane's wings fumbled with the collar as he watched his commander and his mistress make out. This wasn't his normal day, but he'd come by in the hope Rainbow could work her magic on him. The collar went around his neck, however, and her magic started. It had taken Thunderlane months before he was comfortable relaxing and being Rainbow's pet. All the troubles and issues of work and mares slid away—they were unimportant to pets. Collaring himself for her was easy now, as was allowing himself to slip into that bestial state. Just an animal. No language skills other than what he'd been trained to understand. No words of his own. He was a dog. Her libido stirring up, particularly at the thought of having two of her submissives with her at once, Rainbow deepened the kiss to the point where she had a wing around Feisty's neck, holding her close. A rhythmic thumping sound broke Feisty from the kiss before her normal stamina would have. She kissed Blitz's cheek and looked to the side. A tiny part of Feisty's brain registered that there was a pegasus stallion wearing a dog collar standing behind and to the side of Blitz, but that part only had one thing it could do, and she didn't feel like saying her safe word until she knew what was going on. "Like him? Picked him up at the pound. They said his last owner was kind, but she had to move away. His name's Pound. Isn't that right, boy?" ~~Rainbow~~ Blitz (she realized ~~she~~ he needed to get into character) reached out her hoof to Pound and offered his snout a little rub. The smell of clouds and a little dirt reached Pound's nose. Nuzzling into the hoof, he snaked his tongue out and was careful to lick only the edge of Blitz's hoof—he'd learned that lesson well. Feisty Flame smiled at Pound. She liked him right away on account of his friendly personality, but there was something in the back of her head that conjured up images of the dog on her back, pounding her for all he was worth. Blushing up a storm, she held a hoof out to him. "Good doggy…" "He normally is, the guy said, but apparently Pound here has been a bit of a bad dog today. Interrupting all kinds of things." Blitz's tone was laying sarcasm on thick. "But I'm sure if he can learn to behave, there's going to be all kinds of rewards for him." The threat and offer were obvious to Pound. Being a good boy was something that came instinctively now, but apparently he'd done something wrong. Wagging his tail, he gave a little whine as he licked Feisty's hoof—when she didn't object, he started bouncing in place excitedly and licking even more. "That's enough. Don't want to get him too excited, Feisty. Besides, your stallion has his own desires of you." Moving quickly, Blitz tackled Feisty and pushed her back on the bed. Feisty's slit was on full display to him, though there was no sign of arousal yet. Feisty knew her stallion was easily excitable, and she was thankful he knew what he was doing when it came to her body. She rocked to her back and wiggled her hips invitingly. Pound whined at the sight before him. His mistress and her latest pet were having all the fun, and he was sure Blitz was making a point of waving his ass Pound's way, but he had been trained well enough to know he wasn't allowed to play yet. Blitz dipped his head down behind Feisty and looked along her body to her face. "You look so hot like this, Feisty. On fire." Waiting for Feisty to try to say something, Blitz moved in to lick along her slit before she could do more than open her mouth. Feisty squeezed her eyes closed and squealed in delight. No stallion in her life had made her feel as pure and feminine as Blitz. He was perfect for her, and she wouldn't accept another stallion. Though, as she squirmed and whimpered, she caught sight of Pound standing to the side. The big dog's eyes were locked not on Feisty's eyes, but the part of her Blitz was lapping at. Feisty, for just a moment, imagined Pound licking her. He wasn't a stallion or a pony, so it wouldn't be cheating after all. Biting at her lower lip, Feisty fixated on the image of Pound doing all kinds of wild things to her. Blitz, or rather Rainbow Dash, knew a lot about mares. Being one helped, but the most experienced mares in all Equestria wouldn't be great at eating out another mare if they were straight. Rainbow wasn't straight—she wasn't even close. Hovering firmly around pansexual, she was an equal-opportunity domme. Having had experience with Feisty in particular meant Rainbow already knew all the little places that made her twitch, moan, and squirm all the way to orgasm. But, today wasn't going to be Feisty's day to get eaten to heaven. When Rainbow felt Feisty getting close, she slowed down and leaned forward a bit more to lick slowly at Feisty's teats. "Did you hear that?" Feisty wasn't just on cloud nine, she was several clouds higher than nine. "W-What, Blitz?" "I can hear Captain Soarin calling. Look, I'll be right back in a flash, okay? You just—just keep thinking sexy things." Standing up, Rainbow turned and looked at Pound. "And you be a good boy and do everything Feisty tells you, okay?" She gave him a wink. Rather than the front door, Rainbow turned for the door that led to her play room and pretended it was the front door, slamming it behind her with a sigh. Feisty lay on her back, on the couch, and looked over at Pound. Her eyes traced his form and saw only the dog she'd been told to see. What immediately came to her attention, though, was the raging erection he sported. Her heart thudding in her chest, Feisty fought with her desire for seconds before she lost. If, she thought, I had half the resolve of a Wonderbolt like Blitz, I'd be able to not invite that hunk of a dog over to fuck me. Biting her lip, Feisty looked again at the door Blitz had left through. "Y-You're a good boy, right?" Pound's tail started wagging like crazy. Despite how much every nerve was telling him he needed to fuck the mare before him, he kept telling himself he was a good boy and good boys do what they're— "Come on, Pound." Feisty held out her hoof. "I-I can think of a fun game we can play. Blitz should be a while, after all…" Author's Note Support me on Patreon or fuel my writing on Ko-Fi! Join me on Discord. Warning, said chat may contain NSFW material and should be considered adult in nature. Awesome ponies who are already helping to keep me in keyboards and rum: A.P.O.N.I. Canary in the Coal Mine Daremo Dio-Drogynous Ender Voidwalker KFS Crimson Sirion123 Vi Watch And special thanks to the following, for careful eyes and friendly words: Lab Chapter 2Thunderlane was a little worried about the situation. He ran through events in his head trying to sort everything out in a way that he could play and not hurt anypony. His role was that of a dog, which meant no talking and only acting as a dog would. A dog wouldn't ask Feisty Flame for her safe word, and he didn't want to break the scene if he didn't have to—not given the setup had involved hypnosis. When Rainbow Dash had left, she'd winked at him as she'd said something. Thunderlane focused on what she'd said: "You be a good boy and do everything Feisty tells you." It all became clear. No safe word was needed if he was only a good boy for Feisty. Wagging his tail like the clever doggy he felt himself to be, Pound walked over to Feisty and licked the offered hoof with affection. Nuzzling and rubbing his cheeks against the offered hoof, Pound followed it as its owner drew it back to herself. "You're such a good boy, aren't you?" Feisty asked. Pound drew his face back from Feisty's hoof and barked excitedly. Another bark and he rushed in and licked at Feisty's face. Feisty tried to curl up and hide her face from the onslaught, laughing and giggling at Pound's enthusiasm. She enjoyed laughing and being happy, and her overenthusiastic new pet definitely encouraged her. But, there was something Feisty wanted from him. "Good boy! Good boy!" Using one hoof, Feisty took hold of Pound's snout and brought it to her belly. An invitation to nuzzle a mare's belly was not something Pound would turn down, nor would Thunderlane, either. Licking the soft hair of Feisty's lower barrel, he nuzzled around to find her belly button and gave that a special few licks. Losing control again, Feisty Flame started laughing her head off as Pound licked her belly. All attempt at control was lost as she squirmed and writhed while her tummy was licked and nuzzled. The game was one Pound knew. A slippery slope designed for his snout from her belly to her vulva laid out before him. Nuzzling further back from her belly, he set down repeated course licks over each of Feisty's teats. Thunderlane would never have done this with his commander, and he rather suspected that she wouldn't have done it with him (she had a type she preferred), but Pound and Feisty were both completely comfortable with what was happening. Laughter had turned to panting as Feisty's libido started to ramp up again. She widened her back legs slightly to let Pound have better access. "Tha-That's it. Good boy. Just a—a little further…" Pound didn't need much more urging. He'd heard his mistress use those words often enough to know more was what this mare was saying. Nuzzling along the soft, hairless flesh between her legs, he circled his body around so he could get a good look at what was normally hidden by her tail. Licking his lips in anticipation, Pound nuzzled at the most sensitive flesh a mare had and started licking. "Pound!" Feisty's shout echoed in the room on the heels of the first lick. She whined when she realized he'd stopped, looked along her body at him and smiled. "S-Sorry, boy, just a little sensitive there. Good boy. Keep g-going." Pressing his lips firmly against Feisty's vulva, Pound snaked his tongue through the gap in each and pushed it into her before quickly pulling back. The motion not just spread her, but worked saliva into her entrance and tested her own readiness. Pound had plans. Feisty's head lolled back and she stared up at the ceiling. She was getting eaten out by her new doggy, and she loved every second of it. His tongue dove in and out, over and over, so that it felt a little like he was already on top of her—already fucking her. The fantasy of Pound on her distracted Feisty so much that she failed to realize when he pulled away and started shoving at her flank until he overbalanced enough of her and she fell off the couch. "P-Pound! What are you doing?" Gathering her hooves under her, Feisty stood up, only to feel her insatiable pet's snout under her tail. "Pound…" Hearing his name dragged out into a moan encouraged Pound. Under his belly, his shaft was rock hard and ready to claim his new mistress. But first he wanted her distracted and ready for him, so he licked and slurped and nuzzled her until the cascade of her voice filled the room. For a moment Feisty feared that she'd be left on the edge of her release again. It felt to her like Pound had stopped and pulled away. Looking back over her shoulder, she let out a little whine and managed to put into just one word how much she wanted the dog to continue, "Please…" Pound took that as all the encouragement and approval he needed. Jumping up and forward, he heard the tag on his collar rattle around as he landed on Feisty's croup. Humping wildly, he let there be no question about how much he wanted to shove himself into the mare as his shaft banged against her rump cheeks again and again. For a moment Feisty Flame started to question her sanity. Her pleasure was starting to ease back from the precipice and the humping felt a little odd—like the dog wasn't very experienced. But, after a close thud of his broad-tipped shaft right beside her vulva, everything sank in at once. He wasn't inexperienced, he was just very horny. What sank in, of course, was Pound's shaft. Feisty closed her eyes as just the penetration was enough to shove her over the edge into the orgasm her boyfriend had denied her. Arching her spine, she was completely unprepared for Pound's followup that shoved his stifles against her rump and his shaft all the way into her. Feisty had never been taken so fast and so fully before. The extra stimulation shoved her orgasm from a garden variety, though quite enjoyable, one, into a mind-shattering rush of pure pleasure that she'd scarcely felt before in her life. Feisty's forelegs buckled under her and she fell to the floor while the dog on her back dove into motion. Ignoring Feisty's state—as doggies are wont to do—Pound lived up to his namesake and stood over the prostrate mare and humped at the only part of her still raised up. Fortunately for both of them, that was her rump. It had been almost a week for Thunderlane. He'd been so pent up and needy, not just for physical release but also mental, that he could scarcely control himself. He—as Pound the dog—slammed himself into Spitfire over and over, slaking his physical need on her body amidst the moans and cries from her mouth. Rainbow Dash was, of course, keeping an eye on the pair from her room. She was laying out the bits and pieces she'd need to follow up the great fucking she knew both her submissives had needed. The trick, she knew, was that sometimes you just had to set two ponies into their deepest fantasy and step back to give them room. The core of Feisty—Spitfire—couldn't believe how good it was to be driven to the floor by pleasure and rutted like a bitch in heat. Feisty might have been cooing and egging on her new puppy, but Spitfire knew that Thunderlane was hammering her body—she loved the feel of him inside her almost as much as she loved the games Rainbow played. Pound shouldn't have had the stamina he was displaying. He should have blown himself far sooner, but there was something about the scenario that made him want to extend things. Grunting in effort, he didn't hold back on his thrusts despite his desire to drag out the rutting. Feisty felt like her mental faculties had turned to goo and dribbled out her ears. She was barely aware of anything save for Pound still slamming himself into her. Her pleasure seemed to plateau after her orgasm, but the longer Pound rode her, the more she became aroused again. Peeking around the door frame, Rainbow watched as Thunderlane's efforts became more and more erratic. He was doing a lot more grinding than humping. Hefting the gear she'd gathered, Rainbow was waiting for the right moment to strike. Seemingly at the end of his stamina, Pound's strokes pushed Feisty into a repeat performance of her earlier orgasm. Just as she felt a hot rush of sensation deep inside, she noticed Blitz storming into the room. Try as she might, Feisty couldn't bring her throat to make a sound more coherent than a moan. "Honestly. I leave you to look after him for a few minutes and you let him pin you down? Bad dog!" Dropping most of the gear, Rainbow attached the heavy leash she carried to Pound's collar and pulled hard on it. "Get off her you bad dog!" Pound whined as he heard the bad words that no doggy wanted to hear. What was worse was he was sure he wanted to keep humping the bitch under him. What neither Pound nor Thunderlane could argue with, however, was how strong Rainbow Dash was. With a choked cry, Pound was dragged off Feisty—and out of her. Feisty collapsed completely—her rump hitting the floor. She watched as Blitz tied Pound up to a ring-bolt set into the wall. "H-He was only doing what I asked him to." Rainbow finished tying Pound to the wall and slipped her Blitz persona on firmly. "You what? You encouraged him?" Stomping over to where Feisty lay in a puddle of confused and happy pegasus, Blitz cupped Feisty's jaw with one wing. "You are a dirty girl, Feisty Flame." Feisty's ears managed to flick forward to listen to her boyfriend's words. She looked up into Blitz's eyes and saw fire kindled there—hunger. "I-I needed it so bad. I couldn't—couldn't wait." Pulling Feisty upright far enough to kiss her, Blitz gave her cheek a little nuzzle extra. "It's okay, Feisty, I totally understand how it was. But, I'm going to have to teach you both a lesson, regardless. But first, Feisty, I got you a little something special." Struggling to get her hooves under her and stand up, Feisty froze when Blitz revealed one of the things he'd brought in. A fire-red set of lacy underwear. It was not the kind of thing a mare wore in public—ever—but rather the thing she took off for her special somepony. "It's beautiful…" Unbuttoning the back of the frilly teddy made exactly for Spitfire's build, Blitz walked around Feisty and started putting it on her. "Not as beautiful as the mare who'll be wearing it." Blitz meant the words. Even as Rainbow Dash she'd admired Spitfire as her commander and an amazing flier. As his special somepony, Blitz could fawn over Feisty's beauty. Fastening the nightwear over Feisty's shapely and muscled form, Blitz kissed here and there with a happy sigh. "You're going to have to teach that dog a lesson though, Feisty. If you let him keep doing that kind of thing, well, you won't be his mistress, you'll be his bitch." Feisty didn't mind the thought of that, but at the same time she liked being Blitz's pretty mare. "I-I'll try. He's terribly willful." "There's a trick to handling willful pups." Blitz finished fastening Feisty's underwear up and walked over to Pound to reveal something from under her wing. "Roll over, boy." Pound wouldn't have recognized the device Blitz was holding, but Thunderlane recognized a chastity cage easily enough. It was a sign he wouldn't be getting any more mare today, but it was also one of his favorite punishments. With a whine, he rolled to his back and wiggled his hips. "Come over here, Feisty, and show him you control his freedom." Walking over, her eyes flicking between Pound's shaft and the strapped toy Blitz held, Feisty felt the desire to bend down and clean up his mess instead—though she fought that. "Does it hurt him?" Curling his head up, Pound licked at Feisty's hoof. "Nah. But he'll know he's been bad while he's wearing it. You slip it over him, then lock this bit behind his balls, then secure these straps on." Blitz passed Feisty the tack and watched as she fastened it onto Pound. The look on Pound's face told Blitz all he needed to know—he adored that toy. The cage filled quickly once it was on—it always did. For a few moments Thunderlane forgot his role in the scene and just squirmed as he grew tighter and tighter inside the chastity belt's grip. He closed his eyes in bliss and focused on his recent pleasure specifically to arouse himself as much as he could—so it would feel better when he couldn't get hard. "He—He really likes that." Feisty herself could feel her body gripped, though her binding was a simple red garment of lace that hugged her all over. When she moved, she felt it pulling slightly, guiding her stride into something more feminine. "I-I love this, Blitzy, thank you so much." Blitz kissed Feisty quickly and reached out to her with a wing. "Come on, I got you some other things, too." Author's Note Support me on Patreon or fuel my writing on Ko-Fi! Join me on Discord. Warning, said chat may contain NSFW material and should be considered adult in nature. Awesome ponies who are already helping to keep me in keyboards and rum: A.P.O.N.I. Canary in the Coal Mine Daremo Dio-Drogynous Ender Voidwalker KFS Crimson Sirion123 Vi Watch And special thanks to the following, for careful eyes and friendly words: Lab Chapter 3Watching Rainbow lead Spitfire from the room, Thunderlane had a moment to reflect on how good it had been to be somepony else's pet for a bit. The role had felt natural to him, even being a "bad dog" and doing what ~~Spit~~—Feisty wanted had been such a relief from the mundanity of daily life. On his own and with his leash tied to the wall, ~~Thunderlane~~ Pound lifted one back leg up, bent his head down, and started licking his caged shaft. Each stroke of his tongue was a profound torture that made him shiver all over. The smell of sex clung to Feisty all the way into the bathroom, where she found the simple set of makeup normally on the shelf much expanded. She stared at all the delicate little bottles, brushes, combs, and powders, and felt girlish glee rise up inside. "You got this for me?" "'Course I did. Only the best for my girl." Rainbow didn't have to work hard to put a masculine swagger into her normal style to play Blitz, she was already mostly there just being her dominant self. "Let's get you done up just right." Feisty looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She looked a bit of a mess what with how disheveled she'd gotten from the day's activities. While she watched, however, Blitz worked with brush and comb, styling Feisty's mane so that it swished back over her neck with a cute fringe hanging forward. Rainbow would have loved to have the hours she'd spent practicing makeup and hair-styling back, but putting in the time for her subs was part of making the scene perfect. For Thunderlane it had meant she needed to learn how to keep and train a dog, for Spitfire it meant learning a lot more fru-fru things than she ever thought she would. The look in Feisty's eyes as the style took shape, however, made every minute of practice worth it. Her smile widening, Feisty Flame watched with rapt attention as Blitz shaped and styled her hair into something much more feminine than she normally wore. "W-When did you get so good at styling manes?" Blitz let out a laugh and kissed Feisty's ear. "I was just thinking about that. You see, I know my fillyfriend likes getting dressed up, so I figured spending a little time learning how to make her look her best would be a good idea." Feisty spun around so quick and hugged Blitz so swiftly that she got a few kisses in before he responded. "You're the best, Blitzy!" Giving up on makeup for the moment, Blitz hugged Feisty back and kissed her soundly, forcing her back a little and into his tight grip a little more. Before she got too focused on the kissing, however, he broke the touch. "Turn around and let me do your makeup." The tone of Blitz's voice sent a shiver down Feisty's spine. Commanding and demanding, it echoed around her head and spun her around before she even realized it. Letting out a soft purr, she held still while Blitz started to work. Rainbow deployed all her specific knowledge—specific, that is, to learning how to apply particular shades to somepony with the right colors. In short order she had Spitfire done up in what Aloe and Lotus Blossom had taught her was the height of fashion. "How's that?" Not actually knowing high fashion from casual makeup application, Feisty stared at herself in delight. "It's amazing! Where did you learn to do this?" Turning her head side to side, Feisty tried to flutter her lashes at the mirror. Leaning down so his head was beside Feisty's, Blitz looked at her in the mirror and smirked. "Damn you look sexy. C'mon, I'm gonna teach you why a dog is no substitute for a stallion." The role-play, even pretending she was a stallion, was within what Rainbow could keep up. Rather than ruin the makeup work she'd just done, she used a wing over Spitfire's withers to pull her to the door and out into the hallway. Trying to kiss Blitz again, Feisty laughed as she was pulled out into the living room. She'd almost forgotten Pound, but the doggy was sitting on his rump and licking between his back legs. She would have frozen if not for Blitz guiding her to the same spot Pound had mounted her. "Hey! You! Pound! This is my bitch, got it? Not yours." Blitz smirked at the innocent look Pound gave him before reaching for some rope. Comparing the rope Blitz owned to the regular kind would be like comparing a hayburger to a gourmet dinner in Canterlot. Soft as silk and made to be gentle on the flesh, the stuff was the tool of a master of bondage. Slipping a complex-looking loop over Feisty's forelegs, Blitz pulled on one of the tails of rope to tighten it before she tied it off. "You're not going anywhere, my pretty filly, until I'm done with you." Thunderlane didn't have to lick himself anymore, to feel the trapped sensation of the cage. He stared in rapt delight as Rainbow bound Spitfire up. Her forelegs were secured in a web of rope that traveled from her hocks to her elbows. Her back legs had triple-loops of rope tied around them close to her hooves, and each was stretched out a little to innocuous pop-up eyelets in the floor. If he weren't restrained, Thunderlane would be hard as a rock just from watching his mistress work. "There we are, and just one more." Blitz put a few careful loops around Feisty's dock and used the rope to pull her only remaining protection to the side and tied the other end to her forelegs. "You know, Feisty Flame, it's tempting to just let Pound off his leash. I'm sure he'd have a lot of fun with you, but while that'd teach you a lesson, it would only encourage him." Feisty bit her lower lip, smudging her makeup as she felt more helpless and exposed than ever before in her life. The only part of her still under her control was her wings, and she knew what Blitz loved to do to those. The sting of the first piton clamp locking over the tendons of Feisty's left wing made her gasp in shock. She was well acquainted with the sensation from past experiences, but every time her coltfriend stole her wings from her was special to her. When the second sting came in her other wing, Feisty strained in the ropes and flapped her wings. The feeling in the tendons of her left wing was already fading, and while she focused on it, the right started to tingle. Without the use of those muscles she was at Blitz's mercy. Running a single wing over Feisty from her dock all the way to her ears, Blitz let out a satisfied sigh of happiness. While working, he'd put on his "equipment" needed to be Feisty's stallion in deed as well as word. Looking over at Pound, Blitz smirked. "Mine. Not yours." In the act of preparing Feisty, Blitz had checked up on her readiness for more fun. Her vulva was wet still with what Pound had done, but there was a new sheen leaking out—arousal. As Blitz walked around Feisty, he got himself fully in the zone for what would come. Feisty stared at Blitz's lower belly as he stalked past, looking at the large, dark shape hanging beneath her coltfriend's body. It was bigger than what Pound had possessed, not just in length but girth as well, and Feisty gulped at the thought of what her stallion would do with it. There was no bones about it, Blitz intended to make Feisty walk and fly funny for a week, but there was something important to do first. Circling around behind her, eyeing up the mess that was slowly leaking from her vulva, Blitz moved in. Before Rainbow had learned to appreciate fucking mares (and a few stallions) into submission with a strap-on, she'd loved eating them out. The sounds a mare made while she explored, the movement of their muscles as she caressed the most sensitive places with her tongue, and even the eventual squeal of complete surrender to the pleasure she gave was all part of the duet she loved to perform in. With a glance to the side, her dominant glare working over Thunderlane's besotted stare, Rainbow smirked and turned back to her task. A pure note left Feisty's mouth as Blitz firmly pressed his snout against her. She struggled in her bonds, eager to move and push back to encourage Blitz, but the ropes did a perfect job of keeping everything but her wings still. With her wings free, of course, she flapped them weakly but was unable to do anything significant with the piton clamps keeping her tendons from manipulating her feathers properly. The struggles meant the world to Blitz. Watching the strong mare squirm under the ropes had him feeling horny beyond belief. He wanted nothing more than to jump on her back and pound her senseless—so he did. "Time to breed you properly, my pretty filly." Turning her head to the side so she could watch Blitz over her shoulder, Feisty trembled in excitement as he coltfriend dropped his chest on her rump—just like Pound had done—and took a moment to line up with her body. The broad, flat tip of the shaft under Blitz's body lined up and kissed her wet entrance, but unlike the doggy, Blitz took his time with her. The pressure built slowly as Blitz leaned forward more and more. Feisty screwed her beautiful eyes up and squealed as the thick shaft started to spread her. The further it pushed in—and Feisty had no doubts Blitz would push it all the way in—the louder her voice got. It was barely inside her and Feisty was crying out louder than when Pound had been on her. Blitz paused, not pushing any further. Waiting, he soon heard Feisty start to whine softly. "Beg me for it." Feisty took as deep a breath as she could and let out a loud whimper, following it up with a single word, "Please!" "Good girl," Blitz said, and pushed again. Unable to judge how much of Feisty he'd claimed by feel, Blitz instead judged his progress by the sounds she made. Her tone got more frantic and more hungry the further he pushed. "More, more, more, please—" Feisty had managed to find her voice, but she lost it again when Blitz shoved forward. She saw stars as Blitz's groin pressed to her rump, and the most full of her life. The entire length of Blitz's shaft was making her stretch in ways that made her want to shove back against him for more. "You wanted it, you got it, babe. More is coming." With that, Blitz started to buck his hips, setting a fast pace that—despite the ropes—made Feisty rock a little in place. Rainbow Dash was an athlete—one at the top of her game. Her body was toned in ways most ponies wouldn't even understand, but along with that tone she had stamina and strength built from countless workouts. She'd always wanted to be the best, and having attained it, she used everything she had on Spitfire. Thunderlane was in awe of the scene before him. Gone was any sense of himself as he watched Rainbow plowing up Spitfire's body. She was like a machine—they both were—a large piston ramming home into a cylinder again and again with mechanical precision and an utter disregard for fatigue. Like some kind of equine locomotive, Rainbow didn't seem like anything would stop her. It left Thunderlane feeling both weak to his knees and utterly aroused—because he belonged to her. Feisty's entire life became the sexual buildup, peak, and short relief that lasted only until it took Blitz to slam into her again. She'd never been one for repeated orgasms before, but she was now. The path to heaven was a long one, though Blitz drove her along it again and again, until she was just a whimpering, pleading pile of horny-beyond-belief pony—a receptacle for her coltfriend to find his own relief in. As Spitfire seemed to surrender completely to her fate, Rainbow felt more charged with energy than ever. The toy had a little nub on an arm behind it that rubbed across her vulva, but until she knew Spitfire had surrendered completely to pleasure, she wasn't willing to give-in to her own. Finally, with Feisty slumped completely under him, Blitz felt his own excitement start to peak. Grunting, reveling in his dominant energy, Blitz sped up and bucked Feisty through another orgasm of her own before he was finally spent. Feisty couldn't think straight when Blitz delivered his final shove. Her body was like a big wad of cookie dough, and she was perfectly alright with that. Her wings hung weakly at her sides, and she slumped against her joints and the ropes holding her in place. "How was that, honey?" Rainbow Dash asked. The world didn't sink into reality. Not for Spitfire. She could feel herself, vaguely, but the notion of a mare who wasn't Feisty Flame was difficult to grasp. "W-Wha…?" Rainbow's ears perked at the confused tone. "Honey? Your safe word's honey, Spitfire." When there was still no response, Rainbow pulled herself free and started untying the ropes as quickly as she could. Feisty/Spitfire was confused. She couldn't work out why her coltfriend/mistress was acting so strange. The pitons were removed and all her bonds too, and before she knew it she was pulled onto the couch and wrapped in a blanket. "Spitfire? Come on. Time to wake up." Rainbow cursed at not having time to remove the strap-on, but taking care of her sub was far more important. Rubbing at Spitfire's body through the blanket with her wings, she kept repeating her lover's name over and over. Turning her head to the side, Spitfire nuzzled under Rainbow's chin. The repeating of her name was helping, as was the cuddles, but it still felt so strange to not be Feisty. She could see stains of makeup on Rainbow's breast, and could smell sex in the air—this wasn't a place Spitfire would ever be. But then, slowly, something returned to Spitfire—something that defined her. Feeling rushed back into the tendons the pitons had pinched, and Spitfire's eyes flared wide. Gasping, she stretched her wings out of the warm blanket and reached them around Rainbow. "There you are," Rainbow said. "Mmm…" Spitfire inhaled Rainbow's scent. She was doused in musk and the raw, wet smell of sex, but there was something more. Her friend. Her lover. Her mistress. "That was intense." Rainbow didn't speak a word, instead cuddling Spitfire and making sure she could feel all of Rainbow from her thighs to her shoulders. After some time spent cuddling, she let out a sigh. "Yeah it was. You've never been that deep." "What happened?" Spitfire asked. "I couldn't… Feisty Flame was really me." "She's a mask. You're the real mare, but sometimes the mask feels too good to take off. But don't worry, babe, I'll always be here to help you." Still cuddling Spitfire, Rainbow turned her head just enough that she could glance over to Thunderlane. He was licking his trapped cock again. Author's Note Support me on Patreon or fuel my writing on Ko-Fi! Join me on Discord. Warning, said chat may contain NSFW material and should be considered adult in nature. Awesome ponies who are already helping to keep me in keyboards and rum: A.P.O.N.I. 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Chapter 1Losing herself, Spitfire had found, was the secret to finding equilibrium. Sex with an unending parade of stallions had done not one thing for her, but this—this gave her relief. Relief from not just the harsh things in life, but also the things she enjoyed. Too much of a good thing was just about as bad as not enough. Yelling at newbie fliers to get them into shape, seeing them soar through the skies as they learned their wings the right way, and flying with her fellow Wonderbolts in a perfect formation—all things she loved doing, but none of them gave her this level of relief. "Just focus on the swinging watch. Feel yourself growing more and more drowsy. Your wings are light, spread them for me." Rainbow Dash's voice was calm and carefully neutral. She watched Spitfire slowly, almost sensually unfold her wings while she sat on the couch. When they were fully spread, Rainbow continued. "You feel weightless, the air around you barely touching your feathers, yet you can feel yourself spiraling upward. Higher. Higher. Higher still." With her eyes closed, Spitfire let Rainbow's words guide her thoughts. She could feel the slightest breezes under and around her wings, she could feel the warm sun on her body, and above all she felt the slight lightheadedness of flying too high—this wasn't the first time Rainbow had used this induction on her, and there was good reason why. "You're feeling lightheaded. The air is thinner the higher you go, pushing thoughts and worries from you head. You can feel it, can't you. Tell me, use some more precious oxygen and tell me how you feel." "Light—" Spitfire's breath came in a shallow gasp. The air was so thin she barely had oxygen to think straight. Talking made it even worse, and she knew it. "Can't th—" "Lightheaded? Can't think? That's okay, I'll take care of that for you. You're still spiraling up and up, and like the air your head is getting thinner and thinner. But now it's time. You know what time it is? Tell me." Opening her mouth, Spitfire struggled to say a single, solitary word, but all the action did was waste her air and empty her a little more. "All gone? Good girl." The praise did wonders for Spitfire. It was something her empty mind could grasp. So intent on Rainbow's voice was she, she didn't hear the front door open and close, nor did she hear hoofsteps of somepony approaching. They just didn't fit in her empty head. Rainbow glared at Thunderlane and lifted one of her wings up and made a zipping motion across her lips. Schooling herself into ignoring the surprised stallion for the moment, she turned to look at Spitfire. "Feisty Flame is your name. You're the fillyfriend of Blitz—you know Blitz, right?" Feisty Flame wanted to reply in the affirmative, but her head was empty, and the moment she tried to form the words to say yes, they escaped from her mind. She barely managed the most slight of nods. "He's the biggest, hunkiest stallion, and he has it for you bad, Feisty. But you know what else he has today? He's brought home a new pet—a doggy." Rainbow's eyes slid to the side and she turned her head just enough to catch Thunderlane's surprised expression in her peripheral vision. "He's a big doggy, and he's really affectionate. It'd be wild to let him play with you a bit." Feisty Flame felt the words seem to fill the void inside her. Somehow they always remained, even when her own couldn't hold together. A small smile pulled at her lips at the thought of her hunk of a stallion—a Wonderbolt no less—bringing home a pet for her to "play" with. In the back of Feisty's mind, where the mare known as Spitfire sat silent and peaceful, a hint of excitement jolted around. She could never feel scared in this place, not when she had her word. Everything was new and exciting, and safe. With a glare at Thunderlane, Rainbow nodded toward a shelf where a series of dog collars sat. As he stood up and walked over to the shelf, Rainbow Dash smirked. "Feisty, are you still flying high?" When Spitfire nodded, just a little, Rainbow smiled more warmly. "I want you to level out and then look down. Blitz is below you, Feisty, I'm below you." Rainbow watched as Feisty's wings tipped forward a little. "There you go. Come down to me, Feisty. The wind starts rushing past your face as you pull into a full dive." Waiting for Feisty's wings to angle back a little more, Rainbow continued. "You start to feel air filling you again, filling out Feisty Flame with warmth and thought. Can you feel it?" "Y-Yes." Feisty's voice felt dry, obviously due to how long she'd been without breath for. "I can feel it, and I can see you, Blitz." "Down, down, down you dive, Feisty. Your thoughts fill out again and you can think properly again. You remember your promise to meet me at our front door." Rainbow built the scenario for Feisty to live. She programmed her lover and let her fabricated reality flood into the mare's head. "At the last second you pull up, Feisty, slamming your wings out and halting on a dime before me." Feisty Flame's eyes snapped open and she leaned forward to kiss her coltfriend. Thunderlane's wings fumbled with the collar as he watched his commander and his mistress make out. This wasn't his normal day, but he'd come by in the hope Rainbow could work her magic on him. The collar went around his neck, however, and her magic started. It had taken Thunderlane months before he was comfortable relaxing and being Rainbow's pet. All the troubles and issues of work and mares slid away—they were unimportant to pets. Collaring himself for her was easy now, as was allowing himself to slip into that bestial state. Just an animal. No language skills other than what he'd been trained to understand. No words of his own. He was a dog. Her libido stirring up, particularly at the thought of having two of her submissives with her at once, Rainbow deepened the kiss to the point where she had a wing around Feisty's neck, holding her close. A rhythmic thumping sound broke Feisty from the kiss before her normal stamina would have. She kissed Blitz's cheek and looked to the side. A tiny part of Feisty's brain registered that there was a pegasus stallion wearing a dog collar standing behind and to the side of Blitz, but that part only had one thing it could do, and she didn't feel like saying her safe word until she knew what was going on. "Like him? Picked him up at the pound. They said his last owner was kind, but she had to move away. His name's Pound. Isn't that right, boy?" ~~Rainbow~~ Blitz (she realized ~~she~~ he needed to get into character) reached out her hoof to Pound and offered his snout a little rub. The smell of clouds and a little dirt reached Pound's nose. Nuzzling into the hoof, he snaked his tongue out and was careful to lick only the edge of Blitz's hoof—he'd learned that lesson well. Feisty Flame smiled at Pound. She liked him right away on account of his friendly personality, but there was something in the back of her head that conjured up images of the dog on her back, pounding her for all he was worth. Blushing up a storm, she held a hoof out to him. "Good doggy…" "He normally is, the guy said, but apparently Pound here has been a bit of a bad dog today. Interrupting all kinds of things." Blitz's tone was laying sarcasm on thick. "But I'm sure if he can learn to behave, there's going to be all kinds of rewards for him." The threat and offer were obvious to Pound. Being a good boy was something that came instinctively now, but apparently he'd done something wrong. Wagging his tail, he gave a little whine as he licked Feisty's hoof—when she didn't object, he started bouncing in place excitedly and licking even more. "That's enough. Don't want to get him too excited, Feisty. Besides, your stallion has his own desires of you." Moving quickly, Blitz tackled Feisty and pushed her back on the bed. Feisty's slit was on full display to him, though there was no sign of arousal yet. Feisty knew her stallion was easily excitable, and she was thankful he knew what he was doing when it came to her body. She rocked to her back and wiggled her hips invitingly. Pound whined at the sight before him. His mistress and her latest pet were having all the fun, and he was sure Blitz was making a point of waving his ass Pound's way, but he had been trained well enough to know he wasn't allowed to play yet. Blitz dipped his head down behind Feisty and looked along her body to her face. "You look so hot like this, Feisty. On fire." Waiting for Feisty to try to say something, Blitz moved in to lick along her slit before she could do more than open her mouth. Feisty squeezed her eyes closed and squealed in delight. No stallion in her life had made her feel as pure and feminine as Blitz. He was perfect for her, and she wouldn't accept another stallion. Though, as she squirmed and whimpered, she caught sight of Pound standing to the side. The big dog's eyes were locked not on Feisty's eyes, but the part of her Blitz was lapping at. Feisty, for just a moment, imagined Pound licking her. He wasn't a stallion or a pony, so it wouldn't be cheating after all. Biting at her lower lip, Feisty fixated on the image of Pound doing all kinds of wild things to her. Blitz, or rather Rainbow Dash, knew a lot about mares. Being one helped, but the most experienced mares in all Equestria wouldn't be great at eating out another mare if they were straight. Rainbow wasn't straight—she wasn't even close. Hovering firmly around pansexual, she was an equal-opportunity domme. Having had experience with Feisty in particular meant Rainbow already knew all the little places that made her twitch, moan, and squirm all the way to orgasm. But, today wasn't going to be Feisty's day to get eaten to heaven. When Rainbow felt Feisty getting close, she slowed down and leaned forward a bit more to lick slowly at Feisty's teats. "Did you hear that?" Feisty wasn't just on cloud nine, she was several clouds higher than nine. "W-What, Blitz?" "I can hear Captain Soarin calling. Look, I'll be right back in a flash, okay? You just—just keep thinking sexy things." Standing up, Rainbow turned and looked at Pound. "And you be a good boy and do everything Feisty tells you, okay?" She gave him a wink. Rather than the front door, Rainbow turned for the door that led to her play room and pretended it was the front door, slamming it behind her with a sigh. Feisty lay on her back, on the couch, and looked over at Pound. Her eyes traced his form and saw only the dog she'd been told to see. What immediately came to her attention, though, was the raging erection he sported. Her heart thudding in her chest, Feisty fought with her desire for seconds before she lost. If, she thought, I had half the resolve of a Wonderbolt like Blitz, I'd be able to not invite that hunk of a dog over to fuck me. Biting her lip, Feisty looked again at the door Blitz had left through. "Y-You're a good boy, right?" Pound's tail started wagging like crazy. Despite how much every nerve was telling him he needed to fuck the mare before him, he kept telling himself he was a good boy and good boys do what they're— "Come on, Pound." Feisty held out her hoof. "I-I can think of a fun game we can play. Blitz should be a while, after all…" Author's Note Support me on Patreon or fuel my writing on Ko-Fi! Join me on Discord. 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Chapter 2Thunderlane was a little worried about the situation. He ran through events in his head trying to sort everything out in a way that he could play and not hurt anypony. His role was that of a dog, which meant no talking and only acting as a dog would. A dog wouldn't ask Feisty Flame for her safe word, and he didn't want to break the scene if he didn't have to—not given the setup had involved hypnosis. When Rainbow Dash had left, she'd winked at him as she'd said something. Thunderlane focused on what she'd said: "You be a good boy and do everything Feisty tells you." It all became clear. No safe word was needed if he was only a good boy for Feisty. Wagging his tail like the clever doggy he felt himself to be, Pound walked over to Feisty and licked the offered hoof with affection. Nuzzling and rubbing his cheeks against the offered hoof, Pound followed it as its owner drew it back to herself. "You're such a good boy, aren't you?" Feisty asked. Pound drew his face back from Feisty's hoof and barked excitedly. Another bark and he rushed in and licked at Feisty's face. Feisty tried to curl up and hide her face from the onslaught, laughing and giggling at Pound's enthusiasm. She enjoyed laughing and being happy, and her overenthusiastic new pet definitely encouraged her. But, there was something Feisty wanted from him. "Good boy! Good boy!" Using one hoof, Feisty took hold of Pound's snout and brought it to her belly. An invitation to nuzzle a mare's belly was not something Pound would turn down, nor would Thunderlane, either. Licking the soft hair of Feisty's lower barrel, he nuzzled around to find her belly button and gave that a special few licks. Losing control again, Feisty Flame started laughing her head off as Pound licked her belly. All attempt at control was lost as she squirmed and writhed while her tummy was licked and nuzzled. The game was one Pound knew. A slippery slope designed for his snout from her belly to her vulva laid out before him. Nuzzling further back from her belly, he set down repeated course licks over each of Feisty's teats. Thunderlane would never have done this with his commander, and he rather suspected that she wouldn't have done it with him (she had a type she preferred), but Pound and Feisty were both completely comfortable with what was happening. Laughter had turned to panting as Feisty's libido started to ramp up again. She widened her back legs slightly to let Pound have better access. "Tha-That's it. Good boy. Just a—a little further…" Pound didn't need much more urging. He'd heard his mistress use those words often enough to know more was what this mare was saying. Nuzzling along the soft, hairless flesh between her legs, he circled his body around so he could get a good look at what was normally hidden by her tail. Licking his lips in anticipation, Pound nuzzled at the most sensitive flesh a mare had and started licking. "Pound!" Feisty's shout echoed in the room on the heels of the first lick. She whined when she realized he'd stopped, looked along her body at him and smiled. "S-Sorry, boy, just a little sensitive there. Good boy. Keep g-going." Pressing his lips firmly against Feisty's vulva, Pound snaked his tongue through the gap in each and pushed it into her before quickly pulling back. The motion not just spread her, but worked saliva into her entrance and tested her own readiness. Pound had plans. Feisty's head lolled back and she stared up at the ceiling. She was getting eaten out by her new doggy, and she loved every second of it. His tongue dove in and out, over and over, so that it felt a little like he was already on top of her—already fucking her. The fantasy of Pound on her distracted Feisty so much that she failed to realize when he pulled away and started shoving at her flank until he overbalanced enough of her and she fell off the couch. "P-Pound! What are you doing?" Gathering her hooves under her, Feisty stood up, only to feel her insatiable pet's snout under her tail. "Pound…" Hearing his name dragged out into a moan encouraged Pound. Under his belly, his shaft was rock hard and ready to claim his new mistress. But first he wanted her distracted and ready for him, so he licked and slurped and nuzzled her until the cascade of her voice filled the room. For a moment Feisty feared that she'd be left on the edge of her release again. It felt to her like Pound had stopped and pulled away. Looking back over her shoulder, she let out a little whine and managed to put into just one word how much she wanted the dog to continue, "Please…" Pound took that as all the encouragement and approval he needed. Jumping up and forward, he heard the tag on his collar rattle around as he landed on Feisty's croup. Humping wildly, he let there be no question about how much he wanted to shove himself into the mare as his shaft banged against her rump cheeks again and again. For a moment Feisty Flame started to question her sanity. Her pleasure was starting to ease back from the precipice and the humping felt a little odd—like the dog wasn't very experienced. But, after a close thud of his broad-tipped shaft right beside her vulva, everything sank in at once. He wasn't inexperienced, he was just very horny. What sank in, of course, was Pound's shaft. Feisty closed her eyes as just the penetration was enough to shove her over the edge into the orgasm her boyfriend had denied her. Arching her spine, she was completely unprepared for Pound's followup that shoved his stifles against her rump and his shaft all the way into her. Feisty had never been taken so fast and so fully before. The extra stimulation shoved her orgasm from a garden variety, though quite enjoyable, one, into a mind-shattering rush of pure pleasure that she'd scarcely felt before in her life. Feisty's forelegs buckled under her and she fell to the floor while the dog on her back dove into motion. Ignoring Feisty's state—as doggies are wont to do—Pound lived up to his namesake and stood over the prostrate mare and humped at the only part of her still raised up. Fortunately for both of them, that was her rump. It had been almost a week for Thunderlane. He'd been so pent up and needy, not just for physical release but also mental, that he could scarcely control himself. He—as Pound the dog—slammed himself into Spitfire over and over, slaking his physical need on her body amidst the moans and cries from her mouth. Rainbow Dash was, of course, keeping an eye on the pair from her room. She was laying out the bits and pieces she'd need to follow up the great fucking she knew both her submissives had needed. The trick, she knew, was that sometimes you just had to set two ponies into their deepest fantasy and step back to give them room. The core of Feisty—Spitfire—couldn't believe how good it was to be driven to the floor by pleasure and rutted like a bitch in heat. Feisty might have been cooing and egging on her new puppy, but Spitfire knew that Thunderlane was hammering her body—she loved the feel of him inside her almost as much as she loved the games Rainbow played. Pound shouldn't have had the stamina he was displaying. He should have blown himself far sooner, but there was something about the scenario that made him want to extend things. Grunting in effort, he didn't hold back on his thrusts despite his desire to drag out the rutting. Feisty felt like her mental faculties had turned to goo and dribbled out her ears. She was barely aware of anything save for Pound still slamming himself into her. Her pleasure seemed to plateau after her orgasm, but the longer Pound rode her, the more she became aroused again. Peeking around the door frame, Rainbow watched as Thunderlane's efforts became more and more erratic. He was doing a lot more grinding than humping. Hefting the gear she'd gathered, Rainbow was waiting for the right moment to strike. Seemingly at the end of his stamina, Pound's strokes pushed Feisty into a repeat performance of her earlier orgasm. Just as she felt a hot rush of sensation deep inside, she noticed Blitz storming into the room. Try as she might, Feisty couldn't bring her throat to make a sound more coherent than a moan. "Honestly. I leave you to look after him for a few minutes and you let him pin you down? Bad dog!" Dropping most of the gear, Rainbow attached the heavy leash she carried to Pound's collar and pulled hard on it. "Get off her you bad dog!" Pound whined as he heard the bad words that no doggy wanted to hear. What was worse was he was sure he wanted to keep humping the bitch under him. What neither Pound nor Thunderlane could argue with, however, was how strong Rainbow Dash was. With a choked cry, Pound was dragged off Feisty—and out of her. Feisty collapsed completely—her rump hitting the floor. She watched as Blitz tied Pound up to a ring-bolt set into the wall. "H-He was only doing what I asked him to." Rainbow finished tying Pound to the wall and slipped her Blitz persona on firmly. "You what? You encouraged him?" Stomping over to where Feisty lay in a puddle of confused and happy pegasus, Blitz cupped Feisty's jaw with one wing. "You are a dirty girl, Feisty Flame." Feisty's ears managed to flick forward to listen to her boyfriend's words. She looked up into Blitz's eyes and saw fire kindled there—hunger. "I-I needed it so bad. I couldn't—couldn't wait." Pulling Feisty upright far enough to kiss her, Blitz gave her cheek a little nuzzle extra. "It's okay, Feisty, I totally understand how it was. But, I'm going to have to teach you both a lesson, regardless. But first, Feisty, I got you a little something special." Struggling to get her hooves under her and stand up, Feisty froze when Blitz revealed one of the things he'd brought in. A fire-red set of lacy underwear. It was not the kind of thing a mare wore in public—ever—but rather the thing she took off for her special somepony. "It's beautiful…" Unbuttoning the back of the frilly teddy made exactly for Spitfire's build, Blitz walked around Feisty and started putting it on her. "Not as beautiful as the mare who'll be wearing it." Blitz meant the words. Even as Rainbow Dash she'd admired Spitfire as her commander and an amazing flier. As his special somepony, Blitz could fawn over Feisty's beauty. Fastening the nightwear over Feisty's shapely and muscled form, Blitz kissed here and there with a happy sigh. "You're going to have to teach that dog a lesson though, Feisty. If you let him keep doing that kind of thing, well, you won't be his mistress, you'll be his bitch." Feisty didn't mind the thought of that, but at the same time she liked being Blitz's pretty mare. "I-I'll try. He's terribly willful." "There's a trick to handling willful pups." Blitz finished fastening Feisty's underwear up and walked over to Pound to reveal something from under her wing. "Roll over, boy." Pound wouldn't have recognized the device Blitz was holding, but Thunderlane recognized a chastity cage easily enough. It was a sign he wouldn't be getting any more mare today, but it was also one of his favorite punishments. With a whine, he rolled to his back and wiggled his hips. "Come over here, Feisty, and show him you control his freedom." Walking over, her eyes flicking between Pound's shaft and the strapped toy Blitz held, Feisty felt the desire to bend down and clean up his mess instead—though she fought that. "Does it hurt him?" Curling his head up, Pound licked at Feisty's hoof. "Nah. But he'll know he's been bad while he's wearing it. You slip it over him, then lock this bit behind his balls, then secure these straps on." Blitz passed Feisty the tack and watched as she fastened it onto Pound. The look on Pound's face told Blitz all he needed to know—he adored that toy. The cage filled quickly once it was on—it always did. For a few moments Thunderlane forgot his role in the scene and just squirmed as he grew tighter and tighter inside the chastity belt's grip. He closed his eyes in bliss and focused on his recent pleasure specifically to arouse himself as much as he could—so it would feel better when he couldn't get hard. "He—He really likes that." Feisty herself could feel her body gripped, though her binding was a simple red garment of lace that hugged her all over. When she moved, she felt it pulling slightly, guiding her stride into something more feminine. "I-I love this, Blitzy, thank you so much." Blitz kissed Feisty quickly and reached out to her with a wing. "Come on, I got you some other things, too." Author's Note Support me on Patreon or fuel my writing on Ko-Fi! Join me on Discord. Warning, said chat may contain NSFW material and should be considered adult in nature. Awesome ponies who are already helping to keep me in keyboards and rum: A.P.O.N.I. Canary in the Coal Mine Daremo Dio-Drogynous Ender Voidwalker KFS Crimson Sirion123 Vi Watch And special thanks to the following, for careful eyes and friendly words: Lab
Chapter 3Watching Rainbow lead Spitfire from the room, Thunderlane had a moment to reflect on how good it had been to be somepony else's pet for a bit. The role had felt natural to him, even being a "bad dog" and doing what ~~Spit~~—Feisty wanted had been such a relief from the mundanity of daily life. On his own and with his leash tied to the wall, ~~Thunderlane~~ Pound lifted one back leg up, bent his head down, and started licking his caged shaft. Each stroke of his tongue was a profound torture that made him shiver all over. The smell of sex clung to Feisty all the way into the bathroom, where she found the simple set of makeup normally on the shelf much expanded. She stared at all the delicate little bottles, brushes, combs, and powders, and felt girlish glee rise up inside. "You got this for me?" "'Course I did. Only the best for my girl." Rainbow didn't have to work hard to put a masculine swagger into her normal style to play Blitz, she was already mostly there just being her dominant self. "Let's get you done up just right." Feisty looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She looked a bit of a mess what with how disheveled she'd gotten from the day's activities. While she watched, however, Blitz worked with brush and comb, styling Feisty's mane so that it swished back over her neck with a cute fringe hanging forward. Rainbow would have loved to have the hours she'd spent practicing makeup and hair-styling back, but putting in the time for her subs was part of making the scene perfect. For Thunderlane it had meant she needed to learn how to keep and train a dog, for Spitfire it meant learning a lot more fru-fru things than she ever thought she would. The look in Feisty's eyes as the style took shape, however, made every minute of practice worth it. Her smile widening, Feisty Flame watched with rapt attention as Blitz shaped and styled her hair into something much more feminine than she normally wore. "W-When did you get so good at styling manes?" Blitz let out a laugh and kissed Feisty's ear. "I was just thinking about that. You see, I know my fillyfriend likes getting dressed up, so I figured spending a little time learning how to make her look her best would be a good idea." Feisty spun around so quick and hugged Blitz so swiftly that she got a few kisses in before he responded. "You're the best, Blitzy!" Giving up on makeup for the moment, Blitz hugged Feisty back and kissed her soundly, forcing her back a little and into his tight grip a little more. Before she got too focused on the kissing, however, he broke the touch. "Turn around and let me do your makeup." The tone of Blitz's voice sent a shiver down Feisty's spine. Commanding and demanding, it echoed around her head and spun her around before she even realized it. Letting out a soft purr, she held still while Blitz started to work. Rainbow deployed all her specific knowledge—specific, that is, to learning how to apply particular shades to somepony with the right colors. In short order she had Spitfire done up in what Aloe and Lotus Blossom had taught her was the height of fashion. "How's that?" Not actually knowing high fashion from casual makeup application, Feisty stared at herself in delight. "It's amazing! Where did you learn to do this?" Turning her head side to side, Feisty tried to flutter her lashes at the mirror. Leaning down so his head was beside Feisty's, Blitz looked at her in the mirror and smirked. "Damn you look sexy. C'mon, I'm gonna teach you why a dog is no substitute for a stallion." The role-play, even pretending she was a stallion, was within what Rainbow could keep up. Rather than ruin the makeup work she'd just done, she used a wing over Spitfire's withers to pull her to the door and out into the hallway. Trying to kiss Blitz again, Feisty laughed as she was pulled out into the living room. She'd almost forgotten Pound, but the doggy was sitting on his rump and licking between his back legs. She would have frozen if not for Blitz guiding her to the same spot Pound had mounted her. "Hey! You! Pound! This is my bitch, got it? Not yours." Blitz smirked at the innocent look Pound gave him before reaching for some rope. Comparing the rope Blitz owned to the regular kind would be like comparing a hayburger to a gourmet dinner in Canterlot. Soft as silk and made to be gentle on the flesh, the stuff was the tool of a master of bondage. Slipping a complex-looking loop over Feisty's forelegs, Blitz pulled on one of the tails of rope to tighten it before she tied it off. "You're not going anywhere, my pretty filly, until I'm done with you." Thunderlane didn't have to lick himself anymore, to feel the trapped sensation of the cage. He stared in rapt delight as Rainbow bound Spitfire up. Her forelegs were secured in a web of rope that traveled from her hocks to her elbows. Her back legs had triple-loops of rope tied around them close to her hooves, and each was stretched out a little to innocuous pop-up eyelets in the floor. If he weren't restrained, Thunderlane would be hard as a rock just from watching his mistress work. "There we are, and just one more." Blitz put a few careful loops around Feisty's dock and used the rope to pull her only remaining protection to the side and tied the other end to her forelegs. "You know, Feisty Flame, it's tempting to just let Pound off his leash. I'm sure he'd have a lot of fun with you, but while that'd teach you a lesson, it would only encourage him." Feisty bit her lower lip, smudging her makeup as she felt more helpless and exposed than ever before in her life. The only part of her still under her control was her wings, and she knew what Blitz loved to do to those. The sting of the first piton clamp locking over the tendons of Feisty's left wing made her gasp in shock. She was well acquainted with the sensation from past experiences, but every time her coltfriend stole her wings from her was special to her. When the second sting came in her other wing, Feisty strained in the ropes and flapped her wings. The feeling in the tendons of her left wing was already fading, and while she focused on it, the right started to tingle. Without the use of those muscles she was at Blitz's mercy. Running a single wing over Feisty from her dock all the way to her ears, Blitz let out a satisfied sigh of happiness. While working, he'd put on his "equipment" needed to be Feisty's stallion in deed as well as word. Looking over at Pound, Blitz smirked. "Mine. Not yours." In the act of preparing Feisty, Blitz had checked up on her readiness for more fun. Her vulva was wet still with what Pound had done, but there was a new sheen leaking out—arousal. As Blitz walked around Feisty, he got himself fully in the zone for what would come. Feisty stared at Blitz's lower belly as he stalked past, looking at the large, dark shape hanging beneath her coltfriend's body. It was bigger than what Pound had possessed, not just in length but girth as well, and Feisty gulped at the thought of what her stallion would do with it. There was no bones about it, Blitz intended to make Feisty walk and fly funny for a week, but there was something important to do first. Circling around behind her, eyeing up the mess that was slowly leaking from her vulva, Blitz moved in. Before Rainbow had learned to appreciate fucking mares (and a few stallions) into submission with a strap-on, she'd loved eating them out. The sounds a mare made while she explored, the movement of their muscles as she caressed the most sensitive places with her tongue, and even the eventual squeal of complete surrender to the pleasure she gave was all part of the duet she loved to perform in. With a glance to the side, her dominant glare working over Thunderlane's besotted stare, Rainbow smirked and turned back to her task. A pure note left Feisty's mouth as Blitz firmly pressed his snout against her. She struggled in her bonds, eager to move and push back to encourage Blitz, but the ropes did a perfect job of keeping everything but her wings still. With her wings free, of course, she flapped them weakly but was unable to do anything significant with the piton clamps keeping her tendons from manipulating her feathers properly. The struggles meant the world to Blitz. Watching the strong mare squirm under the ropes had him feeling horny beyond belief. He wanted nothing more than to jump on her back and pound her senseless—so he did. "Time to breed you properly, my pretty filly." Turning her head to the side so she could watch Blitz over her shoulder, Feisty trembled in excitement as he coltfriend dropped his chest on her rump—just like Pound had done—and took a moment to line up with her body. The broad, flat tip of the shaft under Blitz's body lined up and kissed her wet entrance, but unlike the doggy, Blitz took his time with her. The pressure built slowly as Blitz leaned forward more and more. Feisty screwed her beautiful eyes up and squealed as the thick shaft started to spread her. The further it pushed in—and Feisty had no doubts Blitz would push it all the way in—the louder her voice got. It was barely inside her and Feisty was crying out louder than when Pound had been on her. Blitz paused, not pushing any further. Waiting, he soon heard Feisty start to whine softly. "Beg me for it." Feisty took as deep a breath as she could and let out a loud whimper, following it up with a single word, "Please!" "Good girl," Blitz said, and pushed again. Unable to judge how much of Feisty he'd claimed by feel, Blitz instead judged his progress by the sounds she made. Her tone got more frantic and more hungry the further he pushed. "More, more, more, please—" Feisty had managed to find her voice, but she lost it again when Blitz shoved forward. She saw stars as Blitz's groin pressed to her rump, and the most full of her life. The entire length of Blitz's shaft was making her stretch in ways that made her want to shove back against him for more. "You wanted it, you got it, babe. More is coming." With that, Blitz started to buck his hips, setting a fast pace that—despite the ropes—made Feisty rock a little in place. Rainbow Dash was an athlete—one at the top of her game. Her body was toned in ways most ponies wouldn't even understand, but along with that tone she had stamina and strength built from countless workouts. She'd always wanted to be the best, and having attained it, she used everything she had on Spitfire. Thunderlane was in awe of the scene before him. Gone was any sense of himself as he watched Rainbow plowing up Spitfire's body. She was like a machine—they both were—a large piston ramming home into a cylinder again and again with mechanical precision and an utter disregard for fatigue. Like some kind of equine locomotive, Rainbow didn't seem like anything would stop her. It left Thunderlane feeling both weak to his knees and utterly aroused—because he belonged to her. Feisty's entire life became the sexual buildup, peak, and short relief that lasted only until it took Blitz to slam into her again. She'd never been one for repeated orgasms before, but she was now. The path to heaven was a long one, though Blitz drove her along it again and again, until she was just a whimpering, pleading pile of horny-beyond-belief pony—a receptacle for her coltfriend to find his own relief in. As Spitfire seemed to surrender completely to her fate, Rainbow felt more charged with energy than ever. The toy had a little nub on an arm behind it that rubbed across her vulva, but until she knew Spitfire had surrendered completely to pleasure, she wasn't willing to give-in to her own. Finally, with Feisty slumped completely under him, Blitz felt his own excitement start to peak. Grunting, reveling in his dominant energy, Blitz sped up and bucked Feisty through another orgasm of her own before he was finally spent. Feisty couldn't think straight when Blitz delivered his final shove. Her body was like a big wad of cookie dough, and she was perfectly alright with that. Her wings hung weakly at her sides, and she slumped against her joints and the ropes holding her in place. "How was that, honey?" Rainbow Dash asked. The world didn't sink into reality. Not for Spitfire. She could feel herself, vaguely, but the notion of a mare who wasn't Feisty Flame was difficult to grasp. "W-Wha…?" Rainbow's ears perked at the confused tone. "Honey? Your safe word's honey, Spitfire." When there was still no response, Rainbow pulled herself free and started untying the ropes as quickly as she could. Feisty/Spitfire was confused. She couldn't work out why her coltfriend/mistress was acting so strange. The pitons were removed and all her bonds too, and before she knew it she was pulled onto the couch and wrapped in a blanket. "Spitfire? Come on. Time to wake up." Rainbow cursed at not having time to remove the strap-on, but taking care of her sub was far more important. Rubbing at Spitfire's body through the blanket with her wings, she kept repeating her lover's name over and over. Turning her head to the side, Spitfire nuzzled under Rainbow's chin. The repeating of her name was helping, as was the cuddles, but it still felt so strange to not be Feisty. She could see stains of makeup on Rainbow's breast, and could smell sex in the air—this wasn't a place Spitfire would ever be. But then, slowly, something returned to Spitfire—something that defined her. Feeling rushed back into the tendons the pitons had pinched, and Spitfire's eyes flared wide. Gasping, she stretched her wings out of the warm blanket and reached them around Rainbow. "There you are," Rainbow said. "Mmm…" Spitfire inhaled Rainbow's scent. She was doused in musk and the raw, wet smell of sex, but there was something more. Her friend. Her lover. Her mistress. "That was intense." Rainbow didn't speak a word, instead cuddling Spitfire and making sure she could feel all of Rainbow from her thighs to her shoulders. After some time spent cuddling, she let out a sigh. "Yeah it was. You've never been that deep." "What happened?" Spitfire asked. "I couldn't… Feisty Flame was really me." "She's a mask. You're the real mare, but sometimes the mask feels too good to take off. But don't worry, babe, I'll always be here to help you." Still cuddling Spitfire, Rainbow turned her head just enough that she could glance over to Thunderlane. He was licking his trapped cock again. Author's Note Support me on Patreon or fuel my writing on Ko-Fi! Join me on Discord. Warning, said chat may contain NSFW material and should be considered adult in nature. Awesome ponies who are already helping to keep me in keyboards and rum: A.P.O.N.I. Canary in the Coal Mine Daremo Dio-Drogynous Ender Voidwalker KFS Crimson Sirion123 Vi Watch And special thanks to the following, for careful eyes and friendly words: Lab
