Watching 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.

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