Flash stumbled through the front door, slammed the front door behind him. The clatter of the slamming door shook the walls, made him groan as he sank down, held his head in his hands. Was he crying? He hurriedly wiped away the tears and stood. His parents were off. Date night. They wouldn't be back until morning. Not that he minded. As much as he loved his mom and dad, he needed alone time right now. He collapsed into his dad's easy chair, leaned back. The day had been good until it went bad.
The images flashed through his mind, something from out of the legends his ancestors told about some other world called Equestria. Twilight-that girl he liked-he'd watched her transform into a winged being with horse ears and tail. Then he'd watched his ex transform into a demon. His heart had clenched as he'd watched her be slammed into the ground.
Why had he reacted like that? He hated her and had every right to. So why had he breathed a sigh of relief when he'd watched her crawl out of the ground and was alright? She had been broken, weeping. He had no idea what happened to her, but he hadn't been able to resist the twinge of pity at the crying girl begging forgiveness. He'd wanted to embrace her, hold her in his arms.
He'd wanted to kick her and slap her. Make her see how it felt.
He'd wanted to dry her tears.
He held his head in his hands. He wanted to make her hurt. He wanted to help her. He wanted to do so many things to her. There were very dark places in his mind where he wanted to...
No. No, he wouldn't allow his mind to down that road. No matter how terrible Sunset was, she was a lady and men didn't treat ladies like that. He stood up, still tugging at the mop of blue hair atop his head, running his hands through the spikes. Tried not to think about the hardness between his legs. Something about seeing her that vulnerable had unleashed some feelings he decided he definitely shouldn't be having.
He walked around a few times, pulled off his shoes and then his socks, rested his feet on the soft carpet. He walked through the halls and into his room. His guitar was calling out to him. Stopping, memories flooded him of Sunset's soft body leaning into his chest, guiding her hands over his strings.
Forget sex. For a musician, nothing could be more intimate than sharing one's instrument.
The tears were coming on again. He had loved her.
He hurried away from his bedroom. (Now that he thought about it, the sex wasn't half-bad, despite her strange insistence on being take from behind. And he could've sworn she'd nickered once or twice.)
He rushed into the kitchen, threw open the refrigerator door. His dad could metaphorically-or-literally-whip his butt over it later, but he needed a drink. He reached into the refrigerator, pulled out a Guinness, stared at it. Was he really going to do this? Trembling, he pulled a blue cup out of the cabinet, snapped the cap off the bottle like he'd seen his dad do and poured it into the cup.
(His dad was going to kill him, but that was future Flash's problem.) He sipped the brew, nearly falling down at the strong, rich taste.
...
Sunset Shimmer wrung her hands while she walked down the familiar street. Her eyes were still blurred with tears, making it even harder for her to wind her way through the night-shrouded neighborhood. She kept looking up at the stars, not sure why. She wasn't sure of a lot of things, only stumbling towards one place that-despite everything-she associated with warmth and safety.
She couldn't be alone right now. Her breath hitched as a wave of nausea overwhelmed her, revulsion at the things she had done. The images played over and over in her mind, the rainbow slamming into her, burning away her sins. And she had a multitude of those. Without them, she felt strangely empty. She crossed her arms over her chest, as if she needed to hold herself up.
The only thing she felt was empty. Emptiness that threatened to swallow her up. She wanted to be punished, needed it.
She was going to a male adolescent's house and asking for punishment.
Sunset was a very smart lady. She knew where this was going and she wanted it if only so she could feel alive. Hurrying through the night, her footsteps were as loud as gunshots. A few night birds sang and Sunset jumped at the slamming of a door and someone yelling. Deep instinct made her run. When she stopped her mad gallop, she was at Flash's house. She started to wring her hands again, wondered what she was doing. Taking several deep breaths, she lifted up her hand, did not knock on the door.
Coward.
The self-incrimination came from somewhere deep inside of her. To her terror, the voice inside of her sounded downright demonic. She wiped away her tears. The only thing she wanted was to feel something, things she did not deserve. The feeling of his skin against hers. How she longed for it! Even if she knew Flash would probably make it...less than pleasant for her.
That didn't matter. She'd done wrong. Punishment was her deserved fate and whatever Flash chose for her would not be less than what she deserved.
She chuckled. It would serve her right if he made her clean his bathroom or something. He was such a damned chivalrous knight-practically a candidate for the Royal Guard- it would serve her right if he went with a punishment that was not at all what she expected.
Standing there, she felt frozen by indecision. She might have read him entirely wrong-she had hurt him. Devastated him. Used him. And she'd been outed as something otherworldly. His reaction might be to cast her out onto the street.
She set aside the fears and knocked on the door. After a few moments, she got no reply. She sighed, turned to go.
"Sunset?"
She froze, turned. Flash swayed, unsteady on his feet. "What are you doing here?"
Sunset turned, avoided his gaze, stared down at her feet. "I came to apologize."
He snorted. "Alright. Go ahead."
She forced herself to raise her head. "I'm sorry."
"You should be."
She flinched as of struck then stepped closer. "Flash, I-I know you're mad."
He clapped. "Always knew you were smart."
She shook her head. "So, go ahead. Punish me. Anyway you want to. Spank me or...or bend me over the couch. I don't care. Whatever you want to do to me."
He stared at her. Alcohol reeked on his breath. "Are you fucking serious?"
She nodded. "Yeah. I am."
He smirked. "Alright. Fine then, get your cute little ass in here." He grabbed her arm, yanking her inside the house. Sunset gasped as she was dragged over the thresh hold. She'd never known Flash to be this aggressive. A little thrill of fear-and excitement-moved through her core. Flash released her, stepped over to the white leather couch, where he wordlessly sat down. "Drop your panties, bend across my knee." He patted his lap.
Sunset gulped.
Flash shook his head. "Go on. If you're so sorry, do it."
Sunset hooked her fingers into her pink panties, and slid them down to her feet. The fabric was warm, caressing her legs. Then she slipped off her boots, lifted her leg and pulled off her sock, lifted it up her other leg and slipped that one off as well before she pulled down her skirt. The air was cool against her bare bottom. She stepped across the carpet to where Flash was waiting, a stern expression on his face.
She bent across his lap, her stomach resting on his knees. He shifted, keeping one hand on her back while he moved his leg so that she found herself trapped between them, her backside sticking out over his left knee. He grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms to her back. His voice was rough, making her squirm, but whether it was fear or arousal she couldn't be certain. With his other hand, he caressed her bottom. "I always squirmed when I was being spanked as a kid, so this is something my dad did."
His fingers played across her backside, kneading her flesh. "Sunset? Whatever else I do tonight, you got the option to say no. Except this. You're gonna take this spanking, understand? Tomorrow, you won't be sitting down."
Sunset whimpered her understanding as he rubbed circles in her bottom. The hardness of his manhood was poking against her stomach. "Alright." The raw dominance of his voice made her tremble just a bit. His hold was strong, it'd take all of her strength to break it. She wasn't sure she could.
Nor was she sure she wanted to.
He rubbed her rump. "You ready? No going back once I start."
"J-just do it!"
SMACK! His hand came clapping down onto her bottom with a loud slap. She yelped as the sting rippled her bottom. A second spank came, this one somehow harder. He hesitated for a few seconds, then landed a third, the slap across her rear loudly resounding. She tried to kick or squirm as heat built up in her bottom, but his grip held fast.
He brought back his hand, clapped her rear.Pink marks were beginning to appear all over her butt, each sharp slap coloring her bottom a deeper shade of pink. "I want you to think Sunset." Each word was punctuated with a spank. "About everyone you hurt." The spanks were now coming in a quick cadence, one that was making her whimper and cry out. Tears ran down her face as the spanking continued, each spank stoking flames on her rear end.
She wanted so badly to kick or squirm, but she couldn't. The most she could do was jerk slightly when his hand fell upon her rump. He paused, clutched her punished, pink bum. "You hurt a lot of people. You hurt me."
SMACK! This spank hurt more than the others, sent her rear end jiggling from the force of it. "You bullied Fluttershy and Rarity."
As he rattled off all the terrible things that she had done, his hand fell faster on her bottom. She twisted, but was unable to escape the blows falling down on her butt no matter how hard she tried. She was completely trapped, his legs squeezing her legs, keeping her rump propped up in a perfect position for the smacks to be delivered.
Whines and cries sprang from her lips. He slapped her pink butt, watched as it slowly turned red beneath his palm. Her tushy was only dark pink now, but he slapped again and the cheeks turned an even darker shade. Despite, or maybe because of the flames now burning on her backside, Sunset felt liquid dripping down her leg. He stopped. "You're enjoying this."
She squeezed back tears, sobbed. "I-I'm sorry."
"Not yet you're not."
Three sharp spanks fell down on the upturned semiglobes of her reddened rear, the slaps falling in rapid succession. She jumped each time a spank fell onto her sit spot.
"N-no, Flash I am sorry!" Tears trickled down her cheeks, but the spanks would not stop coming, his hand slapping against her sit spots, then moving up to her upper things.
He paused. "How about this? Would you enjoy this?"
She gasped as she felt his finger go up her backside, the pressure of it nearly unbearable.
"Trust me, this isn't the only thing that's going to go up your ass tonight." He slid the finger out and gave a sharp, solid spank to her derriere, following it up with two spanks to each side of her butt. The promise of further punishment to her tender bottom should have made her afraid, but with each firm clap against her now cherry red behind, she felt a corresponding pang deep in her womanhood.
He caressed her bottom, immediately followed it up with a slap, then another. She squeaked and moaned when each slap made contact with her burning butt. She wasn't sure how much more she could possibly take, but just as she was at her breaking point, it stopped.
"Get on your knees."
She obeyed without thinking, was greeted by the sight of his throbbing cock. It bumped against her nose, the musky aroma filling her nostrils. He yanked her hair and she yelped as his fingers clutched her locks. "You hurt a lot of people with this mouth of yours." He pulled her down the shaft and she choked as his cock filled her mouth. He gasped as her lips enveloped him, pleasure racing up his core. "So now, your mouth is getting punished. That fair?"
The intruding orifice rubbed against her cheeks. The hands in her hair yanked her down, forced her to take it even further in her mouth, the skin tickling her lips and very tip of it pressing against her throat. Hot tears still split down her cheeks and his eyes widened. He drew his hand away and she coughed. "Oh God, Sunset...I-I'm so sorry! I don't know what came ohhhhh...."
His apologies were cut off as she licked the tip of his head. He gasped and she looked up at him. "No, Flash. It's alright. I came here knowing there was going to be punishment. If I have to work for my forgiveness, so be it."
He nodded, leaned back in the seat, laid his hand on her messy, red hair, drawing her further down his shaft. The cock throbbed in her her mouth, tickled the roof of her mouth. The musky smell overpowered her senses, pressed down against her tongue. She ran her tongue along the flat end, was rewarded with a throaty moan from her lover.
It gave her a strangely warm feeling in her heart. He ran his fingers through her hair, no longer forcing her, though when Sunset slowed her pace, he pulled her down again. Any slowing or pause was chastised in the same way, a firm yank down his cock. His hard manhood rubbed the roof of her mouth, plunged down her throat.
She choked, the cock cutting off her air supply, gagged and sputtered as it went even further down her throat. Sensing that he'd gone too far, he released her. She drew away and then slowly went down again. The warm, wet sensation made his mind go blank with white hot joy. Suddenly, he pulled away. "I...I'm close."
"I'll drink it if you want."
He thought of that suggestion, smirked. "I told you I was gonna put it up your ass and that's exactly what I intend to do. Just need to take a breath."
She waited, still on her knees. His cock was as hard as a stone, bobbing up and down. He reached down, petted her hair, was surprised to feel her nuzzle into his hand. "Though if you don't want to do that, it's okay."
Once more, she was gently drawn towards his rod, not resisting as it slipped into her mouth. She started suckling it and tasted salty precum. Breathy moans escaped from his lips while she bobbed up and down. His hold on her hair relaxed, shudder passing through him. She felt a thrill of pleasure herself as he gently stroked her neck.
"S-Sunset...I'm gonna...s-stop."
She pulled away, panting. "You really wanna finish in my butt?"
He nodded. "You said you wanted punishment and you're gonna get it."
Despite the words, he couldn't keep the playful tinge from his voice or the smirk. He pulled off his shirt to reveal his perfectly sculpted abs, a few wisps of blue hair clinging to it. She looked up at him, took in every inch of his hard muscles, his strong, powerful body sculpted by countless hours of military exercises. His erect manhood stood straight up, still a few inches from her nose.
He stood. "Strip."
The order was obeyed without question, the commanding, dominant tone in the powerful, male voice activating some primal instinct to submit. Standing up, she pulled off her jacket, flinging it to the floor. Deciding there was no reason not to have a little fun with it, she slowly unhooked her bra, pleased by the expression on his face as he gazed at her full, round breasts. She stepped out of her skirt and panties which were around her ankles, her rump still pink and stinging.
He smiled and reached out, running his fingers along her breasts. She shivered at the tingles of sensation. "Sunset, before I give you the rest of your..." He paused. "Punishment, I have a question."
"W-what?" She leaned into his touch, cried out at a jolt when his other hand brushed against her clit.
"You never got revenge when I dumped you. No matter how much of a bitch you were to me, you never tried to get any revenge. Why was that?"
She was wiggling now, this time from the opposite of pain, as he played with her holy regions. "I-I don't know."
He stopped, her hips grinding as she tried to recapture the feeling. "I think you do know."
"Can we just get the rest of this over with?"
"You're so eager. Is this really a punishment for you?"
She looked away. He wrapped his arms around her and she leaned into him, filled her senses with the scent of him. "I just wanted to feel wanted. God, what's wrong with me?"
"A lot, but there's something wrong with all of us."
He smelled of beer and sweat. She pressed her head into the crook of his neck. "I love you. I always did. And the worst mistake I ever made was letting you go-was driving you off."
He held her so tight. "I forgive you. We don't have to..."
"N-no. Punish me."
"Alright. Hands against the wall, get that cute red butt of yours in the air."
She strode over to the wall, pressed her hands to it, arched her back His footfalls were soft as he tread across the carpet. He placed his hands on either side of her, holding her up, his hardness poking at the entrance to her bottom. Gently, he pressed inside of her, the pressure eliciting a squeak. "This is where bad girls like you get it, Sunset. Maybe if you're good one of these days, I'll put it in your pussy, but you've been too naughty for that."
He pushed inside further, his hips slapping the back of her legs. She whimpered as the hardness entered her tailhole. He brought down his hands, clapped both sides of her still heated ass. She whimpered more as he thrust faster inside of her, her cheeks spreading even further as he went further up her butt. Sunset's own spit acted as lube, allowing his girth to slide in and out of her. Each thrust up her rump became easier though the pressure remained uncomfortable as her bottom was filled with his length.
"I want it to be a little painful." He thrust hard into her and she yelped as her hole took it. "But not unbearable. If it's too much, just tell me to stop."
She gasped and panted as he kept up the thrusting, a rhythmic cycle in and out of her, a sudden loosening of pressure, then being filled all over again. She drummed her feet at the fullness making it feel like her butthole was about to explode. Yet, even as he thrusted again and again, her cavity was beginning to open up to his fullness.
With each thrust, there was a shock of pain, but behind that, a secret sensation which was almost pleasant. Flash grunted as he felt bliss move up his core. "You're so tight."
He roughly jammed his hard length all the way up her butt and she cried out, but even she wasn't sure if it was from pain or pleasure. Her mind was going hazy with sensation, drowning out all her thoughts except the feeling of Flash's cock moving in and out of her. He pulled out, then went up her butt again. She drummed her feet on the ground, spread her legs and ass cheeks even further, welcoming him inside of her.
Their grunts went in sync with each other, each slide up her bottom bringing out a release of air from between her lips. Rational thought was gone now. He kissed her neck. "Sunset, I don't think all you deserve tonight is punishment."
She soon discovered what she meant when he reached between her legs and gently stroked the dripping petals of her flower. This time the moan that came from between her lips was one of pure joy. He slowed the thrusting and her bottom was flooded with a sticky wetness as he collapsed onto her back, holding her stomach with one arm to keep holding her up. The warmth of his stomach on her back felt so right.
His fingers explored her womanhood, gently stroking and circling her clit, sheer bliss going up her core, she moved into his touch as he pressed her love button. Jolts of happy sensations ran their way up her spine, the delightful feelings running up her core as he stroked her. Suddenly, she reached her peak, ecstasy surging throughout her very soul, her whole body tingling. She would have collapsed to the ground had he not still been holding her. He scooped her up effortlessly, as if she were light as a feather while she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He pushed open the door to his bedroom, carried her over the thresh hold and laid her on the bed, sliding onto the sheets with her. She reached for him, curled herself around him while he cuddled her as close as he could. As if she she couldn't get close enough to him, she snuggled up to his chest so there wasn't even an inch between their bodies. His hands played through her hair after he flipped on a lamp. "Was that alright?"
She nodded against his chest. "That was, that was something I needed. You really forgive me?"
He moved down his hand, rested it on the small of her back. "I do. I don't know what's changed in you, but I do forgive you."
She reached up, captured his lips with her own. He squeezed her tight, drank in the taste of her lips. "I love you."
Sunset rested her head beneath his neck, nuzzled him, stopped just short so a phantom horn would not pierce him. "I love you too. Can we...can we start over?"
Flash was silent, but caressed her sore bottom. "Lay on your stomach."
"Flash?" Confusion was evident in her voice, but trusting her lover, she rolled over. He stood. She suppressed an instinctive nicker at his absence, watched him as he went into his bathroom, stepped out a few moments later, holding a white bottle of lotion. Kneeling, he pressed his hands onto her bottom, rubbed in the lotion. Thee feeling of him rubbing the lotion onto her derriere cooled the heated flesh. She rested her head on a pillow, sighed in satisfaction at his ministrations.
"Did I take advantage of you?" He kneaded his hands into her flesh, rubbing away the lingering soreness.
"What? No, of course not."
"Will you still feel that way in the morning?"
"Yes."
He leaned down, buried his lips in the nape of her neck. "I broke up with you and then I missed you. What the hell is wrong with me?"
She wanted to return the affection, but he moved away, placed his hands back on her backside, pressed the lotion into her skin. "I don't know how to answer that question right now."
"Alright." She rested on the pillow. "I can live with that. Can I stay the night?" She lowered her voice to nearly a whisper. "Please?"
He answered by sliding up to her, cradling her in his arms. "Don't know what the morning's gonna bring, but of course you can." He chuckled. "My mom's big on hospitality. Expect pancakes. And awkward questions."
She giggled, snuggled up to him. He pulled the covers over them, turned off the lamp. Soon, they were asleep in each other's arms.
Author's Note
Happy Valentine's Day!
Fun trivia-horses nicker when they're seeking closeness with others.
Sunset's instinctive mind loved Flash more than she realized.
(And then they got married because I'm the author of this and I'm incapable of writing couples having sex without them getting married. But since I probably won't continue the story that far, just know that's what happens.)
