Thunderlane 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."

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