Sadochismo

by Kink-182

Rating: mature
Tags: Drama, Cloudkicker, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Profanity, Thunderlane, Spitfire
Length: 4836

Lucky Doo and Spitfire look to shake things up in the bedroom after several years of marriage.

A commission for Doomgooey

Lucky Doo and Spitfire have been married for three fantastic years. That being said, one night after a long day, they decide to shake things up. A little power play here, some ballbusting there, maybe some vanilla moves to round out the night. But, who knows how far they'll take their little game of sexual exploration?

Fetish Warning: Ballbusting, Cheating, Sadism, Lactation, Pregnancy

Cover art by Tomatocoup

Edited and Preread by: Thy Kink is Murder, Not Enough Coffee, and Muggony

Published 2020-10-31 03:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-10-31 03:40:01 UTC

Something New

Author's Note

Hey everyone! This is my first story on this account and I hope that if you're here, you might find something you enjoy throughout the course this story will take.

Thanks again to Doomgooey for commissioning me. I truly appreciate it!

Something New

It was a long day at work for Spitfire. It was one of those days where the slightest inconvenience or unwelcome noise could become a world-ending annoyance. So, of course, the first thing she wanted to hear when she got home was that sweet welcome that always rang out of her husband’s mouth when she walked through the door.

“Hey, babe!”

Lucky Doo, perched upon the living room loveseat, turned his head toward the front door as it swung open, revealing a very worn out Spitfire. The mare in question stumbled through the doorway and immediately flung the sunglasses on her forehead onto the nearest coffee table. They, of course, landed in sliding motion and fell right off the other side, clattering to the floor. This was a perfect demonstration of how her day had gone so far. Figures.

“Hey,” she croaked.

Lucky cocked a brow. “Rough day at the office, I take it?”

“You have no idea…” Spitfire let out a mighty yawn and slid over to the nearest open seat on the couch. “A batch of new recruits start tomorrow. Had to get all the paperwork done today and believe me when I tell you… there was a lot of it.”

“Oh man, I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied, turning his full attention to her. “But, I guess that’s the tradeoff you make when you’re the leader of the Wonderbolts. You get all the praise, glory, and fame in the world, but you also have to deal with all the small print and details. Can’t say I envy you.”

Spitfire released yet another sigh and stretched out her forelegs. “Yep. It’s how it’s always been and how it always will be until they finally find somepony else fit to do the job. Until then, somepony’s gotta keep those jokers in line.”

Lucky chuckled at her sentiment. “Yeah well, at least you get paid well enough. I mean, between the two of us we’re actually able to afford this nice house, right? So that’s worth it, I’d say.”

He took a moment to look at his surroundings and take it all in. They lived in a mid-upper class home made completely of wood. They had their own space as the house was situated just outside of Ponyville near the Everfree forest. It was a quiet and peaceful residence, and both of them preferred it that way. It meant having more time to bond with each other throughout their marriage, and as well give them the privacy they needed for some of their more… adult-oriented fun and games.

The living room itself was outfitted with a loveseat and a sofa, making up a half-square on the living room floor. There was also a beautiful fireplace at the end of the room and the walls were decorated with pictures of family and friends taken over the years. It was a very simple yet satisfying decor and that’s just the way Lucky Doo liked it. Spitfire felt the same. She was always a pony more concerned with functionality over visuals. So, long story short, they were both very happy with the life they had together. It wasn’t anything to write home about from an outsider’s perspective, but it was perfect for them.

They had been together for several years now since the incident that made them soulmates. Lucky had tried out for the Wonderbolts and was a talented enough pegasus when it came to flying, so he figured he had a shot. Unfortunately, on only the second day of training, an out of control tornado saw fit to ruin his day and break not only one of his wings, but a back leg and part of his ribcage in the process. Just like that, his dreams of being a Wonderbolt ended. Having felt partially responsible for the accident, Spitfire visited him at the hospital almost every day to check up on him. Despite what common sense would dictate, they became fast friends and in time, they became even closer. Now they’ve been happily married for three years and saw no end in sight.

Lucky smiled and hummed to himself as he recalled the origins of their relationships. He considered himself incredibly fortunate to wind up with a mare like Spitfire. His bright pink coat and blonde mane never really made him feel like the most attractive stallion out there, but it didn’t matter to Spitfire. She loved him the way he was and he felt exactly the same for her.

“Heyo, sweets, you there?” Spitfire waved her hoof to get his attention.

“Huh?” He shook his head to snap himself out of the trip down memory lane. “Oh yeah, sorry about that. I was just thinking back to how we met. Sometimes the universe can be pretty cool, huh?”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Spitfire replied with a smirk. “You traded your flight speed for me. Can’t really say that you came out the victor in that trade, but I don’t mind how it went.”

“Heh, I hope not.” Lucky smiled. “Besides, if it wasn’t for breaking my wing and being forced to drop out, I would have never found my passion for accounting!”

“True, true,” Spitfire nodded. “I’ll never understand how you can have fun just crunching numbers all day, but hey, to each their own. Celestia knows I could never do it.”

He shrugged. “Most ponies can’t and that’s why they pay me the big bucks. That, and I’m pretty good at finding lucky breaks for the company. Who would’ve thought that my cutie mark was related to big business all these years?”

“Hey, take the small victories when you get them.” Spitfire sent a smile in his direction. “The job pays well and you’re doing something you love. You can’t ask for much more than that.” She slouched back onto the sofa. “Anyway, enough about me. How was work down at the office?”

“Eh, had its ups and downs,” Lucky replied. “I finally found that error I mentioned last week.”

“Oh really?” Spitfire asked. “What was it? Was it as crazy as you thought?”

“Heh, not even,” he stated. “Believe it or not, it was literally just that we were reporting our new cleaning service expenditures doubled up with our old ones that were actually cancelled. Literally took me like half an hour to audit the old reports and create the new reports for moving forward. Boss was pretty happy and is tacking on a little bonus to my next check!”

“Sweet!” Spitfire pumped her hoof through the air in celebration. “Maybe we can use it to grab dinner at the new place in Canterlot. Le Petit… something or another.”

Lucky nodded. “Sure, sounds good to me. You know, when we first got together I never pegged you for the buttoned up, fancy eating kind of mare. It still makes me laugh thinking about it, not gonna lie.”

“Psh,” she said, waving a hoof. “Everypony’s got their quirks. I mean, I never pegged you for somepony who likes their hay burgers well-done. I didn’t even know it was possible to have a well-done hay burger, but here we are. Besides, who cares if I like getting fancy every once in a while. Celestia forbid I try something a little different from the captain lifestyle a few times a year.”

“True enough.”

Lucky got up from the loveseat and stretched out his limbs and wings. Trotting over to the sofa, he flopped onto it next to his wife and gently pulled her close., wrapping a wing around her body. He knew she liked it that way.

“Hmm, what’s this all about?” Spitfire asked with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

“Eh,” he smiled. “It’s been a long day. Figured you might like some cuddles.”

Spitfire tried her best to maintain a serious face but broke into a grin with little resistance. She tilted over into his embrace and rested her head against his shoulder. “Yeah, you’re right. This is nice.”

“Mhm, that’s what I thought. Even Equestria’s toughest Wonderbolt likes cuddles.” He slowly stroked her mane with his hoof. “You’ve earned it after the day that you’ve had, though.”

“Yeah, I think so,” she cooed.

The two sat there in complete silence for several minutes, letting the quiet overtake the room and just enjoying each others’ company. It had only been a couple days since their last cuddle session, and they were due for another.

The gentle sound of the clock ticking in the background kept their thoughts at a calm pace, lending itself to a moment of pure relaxation. That was, of course, until Spitfire decided to break the serenity.

“So, I was thinking…” She carefully separated from her husband and looked him in the eyes with a soft stare.

“Yeah?” Lucky responded. “What’s on your mind?”

“You know what I could really use after a day like today?” She cocked her head to the side, still giving him that suspicious yet inviting glare. “I’ll give you three guesses.”

“Hmm,” Lucky thoughtfully rubbed his chin. “You love your desserts, so… a big bowl of ice cream?”

“Nope,” Spitfire inched closer to him. “Strike one.”

“Ah, I got it!” He winked at her. “A beer? No, two beers?”

“Strike two.” Spitfire gently grabbed his free hoof with her own. “One more chance.”

“Oh man,” he replied with a playful smile. “You really got me here. A good book and a cup of hot chocolate?”

“Strike three.” Spitfire took his hoof and placed it against her body, dragging it lower and lower down her chest, eventually leading to her stomach. “I was thinking of something a little more…” She pushed his hoof as far south as it could go, ending up between her hind legs. “Personal.”

Lucky closed his eyes as he ran his hoof over her soft fur. It got softer and more delicate the farther down it travelled until he finally reached the scrumptious folds of her velvet underground. It was already moist as he could tell by the instant, wet sensation that draped over his hoof as she rubbed it back and forth between the walls of her slippery slit.

“I, uh, I see what you mean.” Lucky could feel his stallion meat going from rare to well-done as the strokes continued. It produced a tingling sensation between his legs that couldn’t be ignored, even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t.

“Yeah,” Spitfire said, her brow furrowing. “You want this, don’t you?”

He instinctively licked his lips as the smell of her wet seduction junction reached his nostrils, spinning around in his olfactory cavity like a tornado of blustering arousal. It sent his mind into a sexual frenzy and before he knew it, his warrior was giving a full salute.

He decided to forsake his vocabulary, which would be spotty at best with the twists and turns his brain was dealing with at the moment and instead wrapped her into a deep embrace by planting his lips against hers. He used the strength of his jaw to pry hers open and thrust his tongue into her mouth, a gift which she gladly accepted.

It danced around, waltzing over her teeth before leaping to the roof of her cavern, balancing over the ridges and sampling all the textures it had to offer. As always, it provided a sweet and warm taste, one that only she could provide, born from the love they shared. It was relaxing yet brought his hair to stand on edge. He loved the feeling. He wanted more.

He needed more.

After a few more moments of kissing, they finally broke the bond and leaned back. They looked each other in the eyes, each knowing what the other wanted. No verbal communication was necessary, but Spitfire decided to speak up first.

“C’mon,” she said, rising to her hooves. “Let’s hit up the bedroom.”

Without even waiting for his response, she practically galloped off down the hall to where their bedroom was located, a trail of her work clothes being torn off and left in her wake. Lucky was at full sail at this point and he didn’t want to wait any longer either. He rose up and galloped off as well.

As he entered the room and flipped the light on, he was met with a sight that made him stop in his tracks. He had to blink a few times and do a double-take just to ensure his eyes weren’t deceiving him in regards to the beautiful view he was looking upon.

“Alright babe, how do we wanna do it tonight?” Spitfire asked.

She was splayed out on the bed, lying on her back and hind legs separated, perfectly framing her glistening pussy for him to see. He could practically taste the stench in the air from where he stood.

“Well, I… uh…” he had trouble forming words. He opened his mouth but they didn't seem to form appropriately on the tip of his tongue like he wanted. “So, I was thinking…”

“Yeah? What were you thinking?”

He gulped. Normally in their sex life it had been an equal exchange of power between the two, no one pony really taking the lead. But after doing some thinking, he kind of wanted to try something a bit different. Something exciting.

“So,” he began. “I was thinking that maybe this time around, you could take the lead.”

Spitfire cocked her head to the side. “Me?”

“Yeah,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “Kind of like you do with the new recruits at work. I was thinking it might be kind of, you know, exciting! A bit of a variation from the usual stuff we do. Just to try it out, you know?”

“Hmm…” Spitfire rubbed her chin. “Yeah, I think we can come to an arrangement here.” She giggled and sat up a bit further on the bed. “But, you have to agree to do whatever I ask. Bend to my every whim. Think you can handle that?”

Lucky’s eyes widened. “Everything?”

“Eeyup. I get to take control the whole way through and you better not bitch or moan about it. You understand?”

He nodded vigorously. “Yeah, for sure.” He could feel his already firm lance growing even further, stiffening with pleasure. “Should we uhh, come up with a safe word or something?”

“I guess we should,” Spitfire said. “How about… poptart?”

“Got it. Poptart.”

“Alright then,” Spitfire said, the words rolling off her tongue with a sultry sound. “Get over here.”

She scooted back enough to lean against the headboard and spread her hind legs apart, revealing her soaking wet pussy. The smell once again wafted through the air, sending Lucky’s head into sweet oblivion. He licked his lips, wanting to dive forward into it, but holding back, waiting for Spitfire’s command.

“Get over here and clean me up.” She pointed a hoof at her marehood and gently rubbed it, beckoning for her husband to relieve the primal hunger she was feeling. “Clean it, with your tongue. Now.”

Lucky needed no further invitation and practically dove onto the bed. He bounced on the mattress upon impact and crawled forward toward her, the smell getting stronger by the inch. He finally reached his target and just stared for a moment. It was the perfect shade of burnt orange that glistened in the light with excitement like a sunspot. It was so beautiful and inviting. Despite the fact he had seen it and been inside many times, it never got old. Plus, with this trial run they were attempting, it added a new dimension as if it was the first time all over again.

He couldn't contain himself any longer and stretched his tongue out, giving it a quick lick, starting from the bottom and circling around the right edge of the vagina. The taste was so sultry and warm. It had a delicate aroma to it that blended the saltiness of her sweat from the long day she had with the mild strength and tang of her fluids. He felt light headed as the juice was lapped into his mouth, coating his tongue and roof before slithering down his throat.

Right as he was about to start on the other side, he was interrupted by a hoof being placed behind his head.

“Deeper,” Spitfire moaned out. Using her hoof to press his head further into her crotch, he was greeted with an even stronger taste than before. He launched his tongue directly into her love tunnel and began lapping up the plentiful juices in circular fashion, following the textures with his tongue. It was so good, so sweet. He inhaled deeply, gathering the full aroma she was producing, causing his member to quiver with excitement, waiting for its turn to penetrate her soft folds. He needed it so bad.

“Mmm…” Spitfire hummed in pure bliss. “Hold… hold on just a second.” She pushed his head back with her hoof. “I think we need to take this up a notch.” She scooted over on the bed, leaving enough space for him to lay out. “Lay down on your back right here. Now.”

Lucky looked up at her and nodded obediently. He immediately crawled forward to the empty space left on the bed and laid on his back as he was commanded to do. “What are we trying?” He asked. “Are we going to sixty-nine?”

“Not quite.” She gave him a soft chuckle. “I’m going to sit on your face, and I want you to go to town on my pussy. Is that clear?”

Lucky’s eyes widened with excitement and he vigorously nodded his head. He was loving every moment of this. Having her take command was turning him on beyond belief and he wanted more!

Without even a warning, Spitfire saddled over him, one leg on each side of his face. He kept his eyes open and got a quick glimpse of her beautiful marehood, sopping wet at this point and drenched with arousal, perched above him before it came crashing down right over his snout.

He knew better than to waste time. There was a direct order to follow. The way she was positioned, his mouth was buried into her pussy while her rump was situated just below his eyes. He couldn’t resist looking at her luscious body as he began his tongue strokes and immediately went to work lapping up the juices the best he could. He turned his tongue clockwise, counter-clockwise, up and down and side to side, wanting to make sure that not a single bit was left unaccounted for.

He relished in not only the taste that he was privileged to enjoy but the sounds his wife made as he continued. She moaned and groaned aloud without hesitation. Every few laps his tongue took around her marehood he’d make sure to flick it against her clit, causing her to reach an even louder volume. They had been together long enough he knew exactly where her most sensitive spot was and he took full advantage of that knowledge.

He took only a moment to breathe, enjoying the full smell of her body and the feel of her weight pressed against him. Between that, the taste, the sound and the view of her plump ass right on top of him, he was turned on beyond belief. He was standing at full sail, barely able to contain himself. All five of his senses were being stimulated at the same time. It must’ve been an interesting sight for her, his hardened cock reaching toward the ceiling right in her viewing path, but he didn’t care. They had seen each other in awkward positions before and this was no different.

Actually, strike that. This was different in the best possible way.

“You… you know?” Spitfire grunted between moans. “I think it’s time you get some, too. You better be grateful for this, you understand?”

“Yes.” Lucky could barely contain his glee. “Yes ma’am.”

Spitfire leaned forward, still doing her best to keep her nether regions in position over him. She began quickly stroking his cock with both hooves, starting at the bottom and working her way to the top. The feel of finally getting some measure of relief was intoxicating to him. He had to pause his oral ministrations just to flex his hips and get the full sensation.

“Hey!” Spitfire called back to him. “I didn’t give you permission to stop. Keep going!”

He had messed up and he knew it. He steeled his resolve and began again, licking up the fresh bath of liquid that had soaked her crotch once more.

They continued like this for some time. Lucky could feel his cock about to explode. He wanted to release his seed all over her, the bed, even himself. But no, he hasn't received the order to do so yet. He had to put up a mental block to avoid cumming. It would be his turn soon enough. Hopefully.

“Alright,” Spitfire said after a few more moments of rubbing his shaft. “Let’s finish this the old-fashion way. I shouldn’t have to explain that to you, right?”

“No ma’am!” Lucky shouted out, his voice slightly muffled by his positioning.

Spitfire slowly and shakily rose her haunches up in the air so she could change positions. “But if you think for a second you’re moving from that spot, you better think again. I”m still going to be in control here.”

Lucky took a full, deep breath now that he wasn’t being enjoyably suffocated beneath her. He nodded obediently once more. “Of course. You’re in charge, babe.”

Spitfire’s body was still a bit weak after having such a detailed ‘cleaning’ like she just experienced but wasn’t going to wait any longer. She had cum multiple times during his oral obedience, but he didn’t need to know that. It was his turn, though.

As she swung her body around to have her vagina facing over his dick, she misjudged her positioning and her hoof came crashing right into his cock, at the base of it no less, partially hitting his testicles as well.

The pain immediately sent a shockwave sensation through Lucky’s body, from his shaft to his balls, through his stomach and up his spine. He shook uncontrollably for but a moment as it overtook him, but another sensation came barreling in right afterward.

One of pure, uncontainable pleasure.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, realizing what had happened. “I’m sor—”

As the pain set in, he felt his orgasm coming closer. Closer than it had the entire time that she spent giving him a hoof job. He felt loaded and ready to go. He was so close to the edge that the pain he felt didn’t even matter anymore. The sexual tension and buildup was all he could think about.

He needed more and Spitfire noticed.

“So, did you like that?” She asked with a cheeky grin, standing over him at his point.

Lucky could barely formulate words, much less explain how it felt to her at this point. So all he did was nod rapidly and thrust his hips up. He couldn’t help it: he needed more and needed it quickly!

“Well, allow me to oblige. Do you want it soft?” She briefly turned her body around and lightly flung a forehoof at his member, sending a mild but still pleasurable wave of arousal through him. “Or…” She turned back around to face him. “Do you want it rough?” This time, no expense was spared. She gathered up what strength she had and kicked one of her back legs right into dick, causing it to bend forward before connecting with his balls and crushing them against the bed.

What would normally cause immense amounts of pain was instead met with extreme pleasure from Lucky. The radiating heat that flowed from his pulsating dick shot up through the rest of his body and it begged for even more torment. He had never felt anything like this before and his body demanded more. He was so close to release, surely one more would do the trick. He needed it here and now.

“Again,” was the only word he could muster as it squeaked out past his lips. He could feel his cock and balls swelling at the pure anticipation. He needed it so bad.

“Alright,” Spitfire said with a devilish smile. “You’re gonna get it this time though.”

She immediately flung her back hoof again, but this time ensured that her full strength and weight went into it. Instead of doing a mere kick however, she stomped the base of his dick and testicles down as hard as she could, causing both to slam against the bed, the force passing through the mattress and causing a reverberation from the bed frame.

It was pain for pleasure and this time he couldn’t hold it in. He had passed the point of no return as the newest wave hit him and his load shot right up his shaft and erupted into a cascade of cum. It shot into the air while also dribbling down the sides of his fifth leg. Some of it landed on the bedroom floor and mattress, but the bulk of it made its way right onto Spitfire’s face as she had ensured a bird’s eye view of the proceedings. The remainder collected in a pool at the base of his now softened cock.

All he could do was breathe as rapidly as possible, trying to regain some semblance of the world around him. The orgasm he experienced was so powerful that he simply had to hold his breath and witness nothing but a flash flood of color amidst explosions of light as his entire body convulsed. It was pure euphoria.

Spitfire wasted no time in cleaning up. She licked what she could reach with her tongue off of her face while using a hoof to gather the rest of it and gave it the same treatment.

“Good job,” she stated, licking her lips one final time to ensure she got the full essence of what he had to offer. “Did you really like it that much? I haven’t seen you like that since the first time I let you cum inside me.”

Lucky was still trying to catch his breath, but he was now able to turn to her and nod. “Yeah. That was… I just… wow. That was amazing!”

Spitfire was honestly taken a bit aback by this sudden revelation he was having. Their entire relationship had been pretty vanilla up until this point but this brought things to a new level she couldn’t have ever even fathomed of. That being said, she decided it was probably best to just play it off casually so as not to embarrass him. After all, she had her own kinks, too.

“Huh.” Spitfire shrugged. “Didn’t take you for the pain and pleasure type. But I guess we learn something new every day, don’t we?”

Lucky nodded once more and smiled. “Thanks for that. I didn’t know either. I guess we can blame it on a happy accident, huh?”

“Very true,” she replied. “But anyway, let’s hop in the shower and get cleaned up. I don’t know about you, but I’m getting exhausted just standing here.”

Lucky took a moment to gather his emotions and consciousness back in full swing and the amount of exhaustion that built up finally hit him like a ton of bricks. The only caveat to cumming that hard is the amount of energy that spills out of you when it happens.

He got up and his legs immediately began to shake. Now that he had his release, the pain was beginning to set in a bit more. He had a strong soreness not just in his own nether regions, but in his lower stomach as well. He briefly clutched his stomach as he made his way to the bathroom. He was dribbling bits of cum onto the floor as he walked over to the bathroom where Spitfire was already waiting for him. He felt slightly embarrassed by it, but that’s just the way it goes sometimes.

“Oh great, looks like you’ll need to mop all that up,” she said with a playful grin. “But it can wait until tomorrow. Let’s hop in.”

She took but a moment to adjust the water just right and the two climbed into the tub, shutting the curtain. This wasn’t anything sexual to either of them at this stage in their relationship and instead shower time was usually where their deep conversations would happen. But, this time, all Lucky could do was just stop and contemplate what happened and what he experienced.

He wanted more...