"Radish." When Flash stared at her in confusion, Rainbow elaborated. "My safeword. We tried things like slowpoke and nerd, but it's too much fun to be called those things."

Batting his eyes a few times in surprise, Flash followed Rainbow into the clubhouse. "L-Luna's a bit old fashioned. Red light is mine."

"Cool, so if you want some advice, resist Sour just a little. Let her push and then let her pretend to punish you. She's sooooo good at that." Rainbow tugged at each side of her shirt, pulling the garment up and over her head without so much as asking Flash if he was fine with casual nudity.

Looking down, Flash stared at the floor. In doing so, however, he watched Rainbow acting completely normally. She just picked up her stuff and started looking for something. When he dared lift his head, he saw she was removing her hairband. "S-Sorry. Not used to—" But he was, and that brought him up short. Luna had never once avoided disrobing if he were present. "Well, I might be, but not with s-someone else but—"

"Flash, look up."

The words pulled at his chin. Her tone was almost a command, and Flash followed commands. It had also used his actual name. His eyes spotted the underside of Rainbow's bra first, but as they got higher he blinked in shock and looked back down. "Where are your—?"

"They're small, I know. Apparently a big pair of sweater puppies just aren't in my DNA." Reaching behind her back, Rainbow paused. "Take your shirt off, Flash. Time to compare."

Blushing, Flash held onto his top for nearly ten seconds until he realized that there wasn't anything he should feel ashamed about. But that made him focus on the fact that he was feeling nervous and even anxious about it.

The weight of someone sitting down behind him surprised Flash, and he opened eyes he hadn't remembered closing. "What are you—?"

Rainbow had circled and was sitting directly behind him. "Since you're so worked up about not showing me, how about we show each other without showing?"

When Rainbow leaned against his back, Flash for a moment wondered if she had braced her own back against him. Then he realized it was her front. By the time he thought to even say anything she'd leaned back from him.

"Okay, now you do the same against my back."

Running through Flash's head, though, was the thought that Rainbow might be like him. Her chest was almost completely flat except for a slight bit of push that might have just been pectoral muscles. Turning, unable to comprehend what he was doing, Flash realized there was a heady smell in the locker room that had been hidden to him until he focused on it—sweating humans with a hint of sports deodorant under it.

Shimmying forward, blushing all the while, Flash leaned against Rainbow's back and was almost overcome at the feel and aroma assaulting him. His skin, always more sensitive than it had any right to be, was tingling at the contact between him and Rainbow, while his olfactory was almost completely overcome by sweat and feminine body spray.

"What do we have here?"

Flash's head jerked up at the sound of Sour's voice. He was pressed firmly to Rainbow's back, his head spinning in clouds formed by overly energetic women. All that spilled from his mouth was a panicked, "Eeep—"

"Just comparing. We're about the same." Rainbow tilted to the side and looked back over her shoulder at Flash. "Fleurette was a little nervous, so I figured front-to-back was the best way to do it. Also, I wanted you"—she swung her head back around to look at Sour—"to have a welcome view when you came in."

Flash practically hid behind Rainbow, though he watched over her shoulder as Sour walked in and reached toward her chest. Still touching Rainbow, he felt when she tensed and then a moment later when she let out a sigh.

Luna entered just behind Sour, but rather than approach she drifted to a corner, a little smile on her lips.

"You're a good girl, Rainbow, but I'm still going to punish someone." Sour did something Flash couldn't see, but he definitely heard Rainbow gasp and then felt her rush to stand up. "Luna tells me she's been training Fleur in all kinds of things, but he hasn't been eating out box as good as she'd like."

Looking up at Sour, Flash could see why Rainbow had moved so fast—Sour Sweet had a firm grip on one of Rainbow's nipples and had used that as incentive to move her. "M-Me?" he asked.

"Yeah. You. Get on your knees, Fleur."

Sour's tone was rough, commanding, and Flash felt himself moving just from the dominance she projected. He was still wearing all his clothes, and from the upward angle he now had, he could see that both women still had panties on under their skirts. "Y-You're wearing—"

"Pull them down, little angel. Use your teeth and don't ruin them—or I'll get rough." Sour's friendly and encouraging tone flipped for the last words, carrying all the threat her words promised.

It wasn't hard for Flash to decide who to start with—he wanted Sour happy, and the best way he knew to make her happy was to do what she said. That's when he remembered what Rainbow had told him. Squeezing his eyes closed, Flash reached up with his hands and took a grip of Sour's panties and pulled them down.

"Oh, now you've done it, Fleur. There was a reason I told you to use your teeth. It was a test to see how much I can trust you. Clearly you are severely lacking in training." Her voice trilling with the earlier hint of hunger, Sour reached a hand down into Flash's hair and closed her fingers together to get a good grip. "Time to fix that."

Flash had barely a moment's notice before his mouth was pressed firmly against Sour's body—an intimate part of her body. For a moment he panicked, but after a shallow breath he realized she'd done it in a way that let him breathe still, and a more analytic part of his mind noted that Luna hadn't moved to stop her—it was part of the game.

The strong scent of her nethers, combined with that of a female who'd been doing work, made Flash a little light-headed. Still, he wouldn't have wasted a single breath of the heady musk and repeatedly inhaled as deep as he could without hyperventilating.

Tentatively, he poked his tongue out to find his lips and her vulva were in direct contact, and like that his tongue poked pressed firmly between her welcoming labia. Memories of lessons with Luna came back and he started to lick.

"Fuck yeah. Little slut just needed some pushing to get her motor running. Hey, Luna, you gotta show her who's boss, I think. Just hold her face on you and tell her she doesn't get free until you get off."

The words burned in Flash's ears. She was talking about him as if he wasn't there, but the moisture that started meeting his lips told him she was enjoying his efforts.

After a little time of licking, Flash felt the death-grip on his hair relax, then more, and finally Sour was actually stroking his head while he worked. It surprised him when she dug her fingers back in and pulled him back.

A little whine left his lips as the smell he'd practically bathed his nose in faded away to just the sexual musk staining his lips.

"Okay, my little slut-for-a-day, you got my motor running. Now it's her turn." Sour turned Flash's head to face Rainbow's skirt. "And if you don't use your teeth this time, I'm gonna drag you home, chain you up, and fuck you for a month with the biggest strap-on I own."

It was a joke—a threat she couldn't possibly carry out—or so Flash hoped. Luna still hadn't done a single thing to stop the encounter, but he could feel her presence nearby. Facing an uncertain threat for not behaving this time, Flash reached behind his back with his hands and leaned forward a little to duck his head under Rainbow's skirt.

And that's where he met an almost-literal brick wall.

"What? You expected me to be pure sweetness with my naughty little girl? Either you get her worked up without bypassing her chastity belt, or I smother your face." Sour's expressive face switched from joyous smile to sexually dominant smirk in the blink of an eye. "Now get on that bench on your back, Fleur."

The way she'd spoken his new name made a shiver start at the back of Flash's neck before it rushed down his spine—sending tickling fuzzy tingles to all his limbs—before it rushed back up again and sent a burst of serotonin into his head. Just hearing it was its own reward for Flash and with a small smile he moved to comply with her command.

Sitting down on the bench, Flash was aware of how smooth the wood was. It had likely been edged and lacquered to within an inch of its life originally, of course, but there was a silky feeling to every edge that he could well imagine had been worn into it by years of tired women setting their toned, naked rumps on it.

"Like a completely different girl when you know the cost of misbehaving, but we can't have all these wrappings. Rainy, don't be shy with the new girl, strip him—her—off and have some fun about it." Sour reached one manicured finger out and booped Flash on the nose. "Alright, I gotta admit, she's a cute one. I wasn't sure if I could do this, but I think your little slut is worth it. So, the deal is on?"

"You know my price," Luna said.

Flash gasped as Rainbow reached her fingers down the front of his skirt. She distracted him completely from the smiling, vibing dommes deciding their fates. "W-What do you want me to do?" He asked her, having a moment where Sour was distracted.

"My thighs are really sensitive. I could probably get off just grinding them along you, but my belt would probably scratch you up a bit, so that's out. Get your hands on me and listen for my voice—I'll try to be vocal," Rainbow said as she stripped her skirt and panties off.

The sight of the dull metal and rubber-edged device wrapped around Rainbow's hips and between her legs made Flash shiver. Sitting up a bit, he let her pull his skirt and panties down to reveal the cage that kept the remnants of his masculinity locked away.

"It's so small." The words that spilled from Rainbow had seemed to burrow right down into Flash's Id and made him shiver. "Not," Rainbow continued, "that it's bad. I mean, I don't really like guys too much, anyway."

"As friends?" Flash asked.

"Fleur, I mean as partners. The other relationships I've had—with girls—I was kinda the tough one in the pair. Butch, you know?" When Flash nodded a little, Rainbow continued. "I didn't really like it, it just seemed like what everyone expected." A new smile pulled at the corners of Rainbow's mouth and she turned her head a little with a red glow in her cheeks. "Sour said I can be whatever I want."

"A-And you want to be more—?"

"Yes!" Rainbow's hand rushed up to cover her mouth and hide her smile, but it only took a glance for her to realize Sour was watching them. "S-Sorry."

Flash felt as Sour's hand touched his shoulder, curving lightly along the soft flesh. He shivered again, but not with the intensity before. Luna was okay with this and was standing nearby, so if he felt uncomfortable he could always say his safe words—not that anything had made him that concerned yet. Sour was far more vocal about punishments and put-downs, but Flash was learning that she was at least fair. "I-It's not her fault. We got talking and—"

Sour leaned down and pressed her soft lips to Flash's ear. At first all he could hear from her was slow and steady breathing, but finally she told him, "Lay back on the bench, Fleur, and keep one hand on my hip. If you let go, I'll rise—so hold-on tight."

The hands that held Flash's shoulders were strong and supported his weight as he let Sour lay him down on the bench. As he descended, Flash closed his eyes at how comfortable and cozy he felt. Even as his head was oh-so-gently set on the smooth wooden surface, he was completely relaxed.

Sour took Flash's right hand in hers and lifted it to her hip. For a moment he puzzled this, not wanting to ruin the fun by opening his eyes, he remembered something about "hold-on tight", so he did.

The scent of physical exertion flooded over him just a moment before it was joined by the scent of arousal. The mix was startling enough that Flash opened his eyes just in time to see Sour Sweet's thighs blind him while her vulva pressed down to his nose and mouth.

For a moment she sat there, pressing weight down on him while she adjusted herself. The warning about his grip being his safety now made much more sense as her thighs pinched at his nose.

He was paralyzed by the realization that she was in control of his breathing. Gulping and inadvertently working his lips against her, Flash felt Sour part her thighs briefly. In that single moment he tried to exhale and inhale again, but it was too short an instant. The game clicked into place, though. Extending his tongue a little, Flash started to eat Sour out.

A rush of fresh air poured into his lungs as he serviced the woman sitting on his face. He had time to think, and part of that was spent reflecting on him not panicking when she'd sat on him. The origin of that calm acceptance of the situation was obvious—Luna.

All the games he and Luna had played (none of them quite like the situation he was "forced" into at the moment) allowed him to accept being toyed with. He could just let himself be tied up, pinched, teased, and much more just because Luna was there, and he was safe with her.

He was so focused on pleasing Sour and continuing his supply of air that he had forgotten Rainbow until she ran a hand up the inside of his left thigh. The touch, so intimate, made him moan in surprise—something that Sour apparently enjoyed.

His multitasking, Flash realized, was going to be tested. He had to keep one hand on Sour's hip and somehow get Rainbow worked up. The memory of her hips clad in the chastity belt came back to the fore and again he realized how much like his own cage it was. Just thinking of himself trapped within the hard confines of the device had him growing into its wonderful embrace.

Just the merest reminder of the thing had Flash squirming, so much so that he couldn't help but liken his situation to Rainbow's more—and give him an idea. She'd told him her thighs were sensitive and that she'd make some noise to let him know how he was doing.

She moved. Rainbow climbed up and over him, straddling Flash's belly and keeping up and high on her knees. Reaching between her legs, Flash heard Rainbow's gasp as he made-out with Sour's swollen labia.

"Is he doing it for you, Rainy?" Sour asked.

Flash's ears burned at the question. He could hear Rainbow breathing heavy, and all he'd done so far was to play with her chastity belt. Just shifting the thing, reminding her that she was stuck in it and it wasn't coming off.

"Y-Y-Ye—" Rainbow's stutter, cut short by a groan, was all the answer she seemed able to give.

Flash walked his fingers up the front of the belt and felt a little moisture around the edges. As he played with the device, he explored it. Hinges, latch, soft and cushioning rubber—he even let his fingers stray to her belly and thighs as he traced it out.

What this distraction did, however, was draw his attention away from Sour's very intimate embrace of his face that once more involved her pinching his nose closed with her thighs. Flash had to adjust his priorities back to ensuring he pleased Sour less she took away his air supply again.

It was an effective lesson—though Sour Sweet wanted him to play with Rainbow Dash, his first priority must always be to the dominant of the pair. Armed with this knowledge, Flash kept up a steady oral assault on Sour while his fingers traced and tickled at Rainbow's belt until the former was grunting and groaning in pleasure and the latter started to whine in need.

Losing himself to the subservience, Flash nuzzled and lapped at Sour for the second time, and though the angle was different, he found plenty of incentive in the position of power over him that Sour had taken.

"Fleurette seems to have you all hot and bothered." Luna's voice was conspicuous more because Sour and Rainbow were both contenting themselves with communicating their enjoyment with words. Flash couldn't see as his dark mistress walked around them, but he could tell she was doing so because the origin of her voice moved.

"I—I already said—I'm fine with the deal. Win, lose, or—"

Hearing Sour lose her focus was only part of what Flash was experiencing. A flood of wetness assaulted his mouth and, with no other way to deal with it, he gulped it down for all he was worth. When she squeezed her thighs together, however, Flash felt his nose pinched shut.

Focused only on accepting the situation without tapping-out, he was careful to not waste his breath while Sour climax atop him.

"I trust that you will. I admit that I was somewhat nervous about agreeing to my part. Fleurette hasn't known another mistress besides myself and my sister, and she's far softer even than myself. You, on the other hand, seem far more firm with your playthings. I would have stopped this in a heartbeat if I hadn't seen all the signs of someone who cares for their partners."

The sound of Sour's moan silenced surprised Flash, and though he knew his place was that of passive acceptance of his current position, he wanted to see if what he thought was happening truly was—he wanted to know if Luna was kissing Sour while she sat on his face.

Finally, though, Sour came down from her peak and relaxed her thighs. Able to breathe again, Flash only gently licked along her outer lips, more focused on making he feel good than continuing lest he incur her wrath again.

Further down, behind Sour, Flash could hear Rainbow's whining. He could tell—from his own experience with chastity equipment—that she was stuck in a spiral of being turned on by her situation but that same situation ensuring she couldn't reach her peak. He flexed his fingers again, dancing them along the outer casing so that muted echoes of his touches would continue to torment her.

At last Sour leaned forward and lifted herself off him with her knees. He let his hand lift up with her hips until she stood aside and dragged herself (figuratively) away from him. "What were you doing to Rainbow? She sounds like you spent the whole time edging her."

"H—She did!" Rainbow pulled back from Flash too, staring down at him with a look of utter surprise. "She wouldn't stop touching the belt. I can barely even think straight."

Flash carefully turned to the side and sat up. He was aware he was naked—except for the dribbling cage between his legs—but Rainbow was equally undressed and it wasn't like he hadn't seen everything Sour or Luna had to offer. Not that any of that knowledge kept him from blushing. "I just figured that when I pay attention to my—my cage—it's like I get caught in a spiral of needing more attention but being un—unable to get more. Keeping your attention on it worked like that?"

Nodding her head, Rainbow slumped back on the bench.

There was no hint of Sour's negative side as she focused on Flash and bent down. "You're a good girl, Fleurette."

The feel of her hand patting him on the head made Flash squirm a little. The attention combined with being called a good girl did things to his libido that made him want to hear it again and again.

"We need to discuss our next steps." Sour stopped patting Flash and made her way toward the shower. "But first, I need to clean off. Miss Luna?"

It was an invitation, Flash could tell. The two dominant women seemed more at ease together now than Flash would have thought. The last he saw of them as they walked into the shower was Luna stripping off her clothes and leaving them by the entrance. "What do you think they're going to talk about?" Flash asked.

"F-Fleur," Rainbow said, voice sounding strained, "I'm kinda trying to deal with the fact that I need to cum so bad that ripping this belt off with my teeth is starting to sound like a good idea. Gimme a bit to stop thinking about the fire between my legs, 'kay?"

Flash giggled at her question, his tone somewhat higher than he intended. "It was—I mean, I had fun."

"It was fun, yeah, but really intense. I've never been able to just—" Rainbow let out a long and low groan. "Even now I'm having trouble coming back from that."

The defenselessness in Rainbow's tone surprised Flash as something he wished he could do. He could give himself over to Luna or Celestia's attentions, but what Rainbow showed was a whole order of magnitude more surrender than he figured he reached.

He knew that what she was going through wasn't a physical thing—Luna had worked him up quite a bit in their sessions together—so it had to be something Sour could teach. He realized he needed to think about it without Rainbow squirming beside him. "I need to use the little girls' room."

Ignoring Rainbow's laugh at his chosen term for the bathroom, Flash slipped out of the change room and almost fell to the floor. With a groan he looked down between his legs and almost reached down to touch the cage.

He didn't need to touch it, though, to feel it around him. Focusing on his breathing, Flash managed to eventually get back to his feet. Walking to the mirror, he looked at his face and couldn't help but be reminded of how he'd been used.

Sour's fluids hadn't been "leaking copiously", but he definitely had a high-tide mark around his cheeks and there was some in his hair, too.

Water from the sink and a little diluted hand-soap took care of most of Flash's face, but he knew that Celestia would be upset with him if he washed his hair with soap, so he rinsed it out as best he could and dried off with paper towels.

Reaching up to touch his cheeks, Flash felt the softness his skin possessed but realized it had been robbed of some of its freshness by the harsh soap. Squinting a little, he ran his hands down to his shoulders and chest. Soft, smooth flesh stretched over his pectoral muscles, though there was a little softness just under the skin that he knew had come from Celestia's requests upon his cooking skills.

"Too much cake." Even as he said it, Flash knew that it wasn't exactly a bad thing to have a little softness. Smiling, content that he was at least presentable above the waist, he took the time to look down at the cage.

Just noticing what he was wearing made it seem to tighten around him again. "She's so much like me," he said to the empty bathroom. Working quickly, he used a damp paper towel to quickly wipe most of the mess away from his crotch and then used another to dry it. The problem was the more attention he paid to the cage the more he ached within its grip.

Rallying his willpower, Flash tossed all the paper towels into the bin, straightened up, and walked out of the bathroom.

"… tomorrow, then?" Sour asked, though Flash had missed the start of whatever she'd said.

"I believe tomorrow would be good"—Luna turned to look at Flash, a smile pulling at one corner of her mouth—"for both of us. Today has been quite stimulating indeed."

What had most of Flash's attention, of course, was the deep blue expanse of flesh and curves that was Luna. Beside her, Sour had apparently already dressed.

Sour, looking over at Flash's arrival, walked directly toward him and stopped within his personal bubble—too close for normal social interactions, far too close. She seemed to loom and even look down at him from just above his eye level. "You're such a sweet little thing that I could gobble you up." Her eyes passed his and looked further down. "But as talented as that mouth of yours is, I have to say—I didn't realize penises came in girl sizes."

The switch from her cute side to snarky had been so fast Flash had missed it. He blushed from the core of his being, but deep inside he realized he enjoyed what she'd said. It was demeaning, but it was playful. Already she'd walked off, not waiting for Flash to acknowledge her in any way.

He was blushing again and about to ask what had happened when Rainbow blindsided him.

"Thanks, Fla—Fleur. I had a great time, but now we gotta go. See you tomorrow, apparently." When he looked at her, Rainbow was biting her lower lip. She spun on the spot and raced off for the door just a moment after Sour had left.

Staring after her for a moment, Flash wondered if things could get any stranger. He looked back toward Luna just in time to catch her kissing his cheek.

"You were amazing, Fleurette. I bet you have questions." Luna ran one hand down his back, slowly, gliding over the soft flesh until she reached his rump. Her hand squeezed, earning a short and sharp squeal from Flash. "Ask them."

It felt like Luna was leading him into another game. Flash nodded slowly, trying to ignore the hand that wouldn't stop massaging his rear. "W-What's going to happen tomorrow?"

"Well, Sour and myself are going to have lunch and chat about this and that. But don't worry, Fleurette, we have arranged for you and her Rainbow to have a play date. Do you think you'll enjoy that?" Luna timed a long, firm squeeze of Flash's rump with her question.

Flash couldn't help himself. Luna definitely wouldn't complain, and her squeezing had become entirely too enjoyable for him to halt the gasp that erupted.

"I thought so. You and her seem to share a lot of things in common. Sour and myself both agree that you will be good for each other. If you don't have any more questions, why don't we get dressed and make our way home?"

With a blush, Flash nodded and walked to where his clothes had been. He picked through them, expecting to find a bit of a mess when he got to the panties. On his third attempt to locate said item, however, he realized that they weren't there. "Uh, L-Luna?"

Holding up the things she'd tossed off when she'd walked into the shower, Luna seemed to have discovered the same problem that Flash had. "She took our underwear. Did you leave Rainbow alone?" When Flash nodded, Luna let loose a laugh. "Well, she did tell me she'd take a second prize. I guess we have a breezy trip home."

Flash's eyes widened as he realized what Luna was implying.

"And, Fleurette, don't make a mess on my seats."

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