Verve

Pumpkin helped brush the last of the muck from Tempest’s tail, the quiet Unicorn blushing at the soft, supple affection she gave. The attention to detail wasn’t missed, as Tempest soon turned back to face the little mare with warmth in those ocean-green irises. Their gaze held for several moments, now sparkling clean and tended to.

Perhaps to prove a point, Tempest lifted her right hoof towards their sheltered tent - aiming at Pumpkin’s newly refined hat. She furrowed her brows in concentration, channeling her innate bond with solar magics to embrace it in a thin, wispy orange. Steadily, the lightweight hat began to hover through the air, the delighted duo watching its progress.

And just like that, it faltered and fell into the water, two thirds the way across.

“You did amazing, Tempest!” Pumpkin chimed, as Tempest scooped up the hat in her hooves. “M-Much better than I could have ever hoped for, after a week of practice. It took me months to lift a feather…”

“It helps that I understand magic instinctually. It’s… difficult to focus more on the ambient auras around me, but with a little practice, I might even surpass my mentor.” She smiled, using a hoof to clean off excess droplets from the brim. She tilted the hat forward, spotting the familiar leather strap Pumpkin used so many times to bind or lash something together floating near the top. Her hoof plucked it from the mare’s hat, much to the confusion of the ‘Small-fry’.

“Er… do you need that for something, Hon?” Pumpkin questioned, her sparkling emerald irises trailing the strap innocently.

“...I’m thinking about it. We both share a similar interest in… literature. Correct?” Her hoof tightened over the belt, a thought coming to her mind. One that floated along her ideas before, but had little time to embrace.

At that, Pumpkin blushed. “W-Well, um… y-yes.”

“You’ve mentioned the other day that you thought that I was… ‘dominant’. Or am I mistaken?” By now, she hovered ever closer to her prey, stepping through the inch deep water to circle the little mare. A pony who was now blushing furiously, her tail peaking an inch higher than she’d intended.

Tempest pressed to her side, whispering softly into her ear. “You were right, Pet. I am… extremely dominant.”

She circled the strap around the smaller mare’s neck in a solid tug, Pumpkin’s tail darting up into the air immediately - flagging her submission to the tall Unicorn. Tempest couldn’t help but grin, pulling the makeshift leash hard.

Now chest to chest with the little mare, she peered down into Pumpkin’s soul. Piercing irises seeking to claim her property, a firm, unyielding kiss soon following. The smaller pony whimpered, her muzzle taken - and overwhelmed - in mere moments. The tight bond of her leash forcing their lips to seal, that kiss to grow increasingly more deep and challenging.

By the time it broke, Pumpkin was a panting, mewling, submissive puddle in her hooves, her hindlegs shaking from the sheer intensity of it all.

“...Call me Mistress, behind closed doors,” Tempest declared, her plaything shaking with excitement.

“Y-Yes Mistress,” Pumpkin whispered to meet her expectations. Tempest’s smile was more than enough of a reward, as she led her by the leash towards the tent.

“From now on, you obey any and all of my commands without hesitation. If I demand your attention - you will give it, no matter the circumstance. You are my pet, and you will give me the respect I deserve. Understood?”

Pumpkin shuddered, dripping with need at the mere thought of submitting to the powerful mare. Those beautiful eyes struck every fiber of her soul, and left her basking in her presence. “Yes Mistress, I-I am meant to serve you, a-and only you,” she whispered, much to the delight of her Owner.

“Good girl,” came the reply - leading her into the tent. The soft ground beneath the heavy blankets and sheets were perfect for what she intended - cutting slack on the leash, the dominant Unicorn laid across their bedding. Posing for her property, letting Pumpkin’s soft eyes soak in her beauty. Tempest shifted, laying across her side with authority.

“Join me, Pet,” she stated, and Pumpkin quickly did just that - shuffling into the sheets while pressing her chest to her Owner’s, the firm tug of the leash instantly seizing her in another mouth-claiming kiss.

Even when laying like this, Tempest towered over her, so much so that the tiny witch’s heart nearly stopped in its chest - fluttering in submissive bliss.

For some reason, when she dreamed of this day - she thought of it with a stallion, never another mare. But… Stars above, it felt so right. Tempest’s spare hoof trailed over her body, touching, teasing, and stroking her soft, freshly cleaned fur. Taking every bit of her smaller form for granted - as the kiss soon failed to meet her demands.

“Attend to my needs. Do well, and you will be rewarded.” Her Mistress smirked, after breaking from the soul-claiming liplock. Pumpkin struggled to catch her breath, but was more than eager to obey.

“Y-Yes Mistress! T-Thank you, Mistress.”

Tempest shuffled her back against the pillows to rest on her flanks, her unyielding gaze captivating the submissive mare. Pumpkin ladled on the affection with sweet, tender, body tracing kisses. The Unicorn’s legs spread wide as the lil’ witch dipped ever lower, exposing her soft, supple lips. She was gushing lust nearly as much - if not more than her Toy. A very welcome sight, for the tiny virgin mare.

A soft hoof from above cupped her autumn-colored mane, dragging her nose into her slick, wet cleft. Immediately, Pumpkin’s hips gave a tiny buck - breathing in her scent. Sweet like wild berries, and hints of sour, shocking tingles that made her own sex drool down her thighs. She dug her tongue in deep, curling within her Owner’s insides with absolute desperation.

The Pet wanted to taste her, to feel her - to give every bit of pent up affection welling in her chest to her Owner. Eyes sliding shut, she trailed her soft tongue over the stern pony’s insides with gentle care.

Tempest couldn’t hold back the moan building within her, resting her hindlegs over Pumpkin’s back and shoulders. The witch was more than eager to burrow her muzzle in deep, and drink her lust - twirling her tongue fluently over her slick, soaking folds. As inexperienced as she was, she had years of knowledge to work with.

Finally, all of her ‘recreational reading’ could pay off - the small mare pulling back an inch to grind her tongue firmly into Tempest’s soft, winking button. The response was immediate; the warrior’s hoof tugged hard at her mane, forcing her snout right back inside of her thick cleft.

“Now now, Pet. Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, or I will smother you.” The unicorn cracked an ocean-green eye to gaze down at her Toy, who wiggled her flagging tail in delight at the mere thought.

“...You’d like that, wouldn’t you? What a slutty fuckdoll you are,” Tempest growled, “very well then, my Toy. You asked for it.”

With a powerful kick of her legs, she spun over - taking Pumpkin’s cute face with her as the mare’s heavy weight sunk across her muzzle. Pinned beneath her Mistress, the smaller pony had no choice but to hook her legs onto Tempest’s hips, and set to work.

“Make me cum, and I’ll let you breathe,” the Commander warned, stroking a hoof through her Pet’s mane. Shuddering beneath her, her property accepted her place - diving her tongue into Tempest’s sweltering hot folds, drinking in her slick flavor with soft, gentle lashes of her tongue. She mumbled happily below, circling her taste buds along the width of her Owner’s insides. When there was a chance to gasp for air, she greedily took it - her body fighting against her lungs for more fresh oxygen.

And just when her soft, deep slashes of her tongue would relent, Tempest would shift her weight just enough to force air into Pumpkin’s lungs, the Unicorn’s legs shuddering and twitching with budding lust.

“Come… on… almost…” Her voice grew strained and pitched, her hoof mashing the little mare into her cunt, panting breath hitching as her orgasm built to a fever pitch. “Y-You… a-adorable… slut!”

With a cry and a buck from her legs, the dominating pony came hard - shaking and rocking her hips above the drowning mare, who finally used her Owner’s orgasm as a chance to seize her button between her lips. The effect was immediate; Tempest nickered and whinied, horn cackling with sparks that quickly diffused into the air, a foreleg stomping the floor around her Pet’s lust-soaked face.

The body-wide orgasm left her shaking, coming down from the high with hoarse huffs and snorts, pulling her quaking weight off of Pumpkin with a moan.

The little witch basked in the flavor, taking deep, desperate draws of air. Hindlegs twitching, heart hammering, and oh so horny, the earth pony squeaked as a firm tug of her leash dragged her body into Tempest’s hooves.

“You did… admirable. Worthy of a reward, I believe.” She whispered into her Toy’s ear, their hot breath mingling together in this magic moment; Tempest considered the best way to please her Pet.

If only there was a ‘toy’ store nearby, to pick up on some much needed ‘equipment’ for the job.

“I don’t suppose of all the things you keep in that hat of yours, a ‘strapon’ isn’t out of the question?” Tempest smirked, dropping the act for a moment just to tease the little witch.

“W-Well…”

Tempest blinked. “...Do you seriously carry a strapon with you everywhere you go? For what purpose? Why?”

Pumpkin plucked her hat from the side, blushing as Tempest squeezed her close. She gave a small, nearly invisible zipper on the inside a tug - pulling the toy in question out with a huff. Several inches long, but strangely… not in the shape of a more socially acceptable stallion’s length. It seemed to be more along the lines something ambiguously close to it, with three straps to situate it tightly against one’s lap. It also had an oval shaped bead, that connected to the base of the toy - to help share in the lust the dominant would give to their lesser.

It was… worrying, that she kept something like this on her person at any given time. But not entirely out of character, perhaps, considering the books she read. Tempest may or may not have entertained the thought of keeping something private with her, years ago.

“W-When we were in Silversun, I may have made… a secret request to one of the maids for help. Needless to say, I was given um… this. I-I never thought it would have any use, besides maybe as a weird… souvenir, from the White Tail.”

“Did you really think that highly of me, at the time?” she questioned, her teeth nibbling softly on the mare curled up against her chest. Pumpkin found it hard to speak, cooing from the gentle love.

“I-I… w-well, I’m quick to crush, but… something about you felt different. I knew, I just knew… you’d be the one.” She blushed, as the Unicorn tilted her muzzle to meet her own. A softer, more intimate kiss followed - sharing this feeling with her little Pet.

“I had an inkling since Silversun that we would be a good match, my sweet. But I didn’t know for sure until you kissed me at the Carnival.” The wine-colored mare pecked her nose in a tender smooch, seizing the appendage in her hooves. “I’ve never been attracted to stallions, after all; while we’ve read all the same books, I saw it from a different perspective. Something about you just… caught my eye. My interest. It’s why I agreed to study with you, to spend more time together. It was never about my broken horn. I wanted to know you.”

Her eyes locked to the submissive mare’s gaze, stroking a hoof against her cheek. The admission of love left her speechless, unable to do anything but sniffle and wipe away a tear or two from her cream coat.

“I love you, Tempest,” she whispered, just as her lover finished slipping the toy between her long legs - the soft, magic bead pressing into her slick lips before vanishing inside. Tight and snug, the tall Unicorn shared another kiss with her witchy lover.

“I love you too, Pumpkin. Now, where were we…” she whispered, once again seizing the leash in her hoof. The small mare moaned, feeling the weight of the toy dig into her belly. “Ah yes, your reward.”

Without bothering to restrain herself - Tempest tossed the witch onto her back - towering over her lithe form with a smirk. The toy dangled freely between her legs, as she drank in the autumn mare with uncontained lust. This is exactly what the Unicorn wanted. Full, complete, and total control. And Pumpkin was just oh so willing to give it all to her.

She thought to start things off slow, so as to not overwhelm her little plaything just yet. After all, the fun had only just begun. Her firm nose laced sweet kisses along the mare’s chest, licking curiously along her now well-tended fur. The warmth of her hot breath soaking into her body, the needy pony giving a whiny for more.

Of course, this adorable noise was rightly ignored. She would pleasure her property at her own pace - Tempest would not be swayed by beastial grunts. But, perhaps some pleading was in order.

“Use your voice, Pet. Beg for your Mistress, and I may relent.”

Pumpkin shuddered, her soft hips sawing and bucking at the air, her lust boiling within her. “P-Please Mistress, I-I need t-to cum-”

Tempest yanked hard at the leash, forcing her plaything to squeak as the leather creaked in her iron grasp. “I can’t hear you through your stutter. If you want mercy, then beg properly.”

Her irises burned right through her submissive with sheer, overwhelming dominance - the little mare almost cowering beneath her. Taking a deep breath, and trying her best to settle her shaky, needy legs, she made a second, much more refined attempt.

“Please Mistress, let me feel you, may I please… nn… embrace your touch? Your soft tongue? I want to submit to you, g-give you my body. Let you have me, control me, use me. I… I want to be yours~”

The Unicorn made a show of sliding her hoof along her Lover’s sopping wet folds, Pumpkin’s breath seizing in her chest at the gentle touch. They’ve hardly started, and she was already on edge - just the friction alone was enough to leave her body twitching.

Seeing her squirm in her hooves was enough to finally sway her, her leash bound leg darting down - lifting Pumpkin’s head to watch. Using both hooves, Tempest gingerly spread her Pet’s soft lips, that dominant tongue of hers gliding over her gash at her leisure. But after one swipe, she stopped - perking up.

“My my Pet, you’ve been hiding something from me,” came her whispering voice, biting her lip. “I never thought you’d taste this sweet. Gods above, I couldn’t imagine mares actually tasted close to their namesake. I thought it was all just… some form of rumor gone wild.”

“You t-taste like tingling wild berries,” Pumpkin offered, panting. Now curious to her own flavor.

“And you taste like… I can’t believe it, but pumpkin pie. I honestly never knew it would be this… accurate.”

...Was Tempest a virgin, too? Actually, with her attitude, military history, and scarred disposition, this wasn’t really much of a shock. But it seemed so… natural for her to be dominant, like she’s done this a thousand times over.

Before Pumpkin could even think about breaking their little roleplay any farther, Tempest locked her muzzle fully to her slick, wet folds - tongue burrowing deep to really sample her flavor. The leashed mare nearly rolled her eyes back into her head - her hips buckling in a desperate, mewling whimper. “M-Mistress!” she called, the little forehooves originally curled to her chest darting to the sheets below, knotting them in her grasp with mewling, desperate, intimate whines. “B-Buck! M-Mistress!”

Tempest only tugged harder on her Toy’s leash, her own slit drooling down the length of her strapon. The oval bead within her cunt vibrated softly at the sensation, and a hungry urge built up within her loins. She pulled her tongue roughly from her Toy’s supple folds, flicking it against her winking button as the panting, mewling, desperate mare pleaded for more.

“Moan for your Mistress, Pet. I want to feel you seizing with every inch,” she demanded, her hips shuffling forward to guide the oddly shaped tool against her Pet’s quivering cunt. “Gods above, you look absolutely adorable beneath me. This is where you belong, Pet. Under me. As my little fuckdoll.”

“H-Ha! Yes Mistress! I-I’m your slave, y-your toy - you own me! B-Buck me, please! I-I beg you!” Her hips strained, the soft slick hug of her inner walls suckling at the dildo’s strange head, until Tempest finally related.

In one deep slam, they both seized - the Unicorn above closing her eyes as the strange ovular bead within her began to shake and vibrate intensely. Like she herself had been penetrated, almost. Her lips met her Pet’s, as they both shared in this groundbreaking moment. Within seconds, Tempest worked her hips up into a steady, rugged rhythm, fully stretching her fuckdoll with every lunging thrust.

That already deep kiss became overwhelming, as Tempest sought to fully claim her pent up pet - her tongue burrowing so deep inside of her mouth, she could hardly make an effort to fight back. She balled up her Toy’s makeshift leash, forcing her little fuckdoll deeper into the claiming kiss. Her hips sawing and rutting firmly into that slick, sopping wet cunt she now owned.

When the kiss broke, Pumpkin was a timid, mewling mess - a rope of saliva snapping between them.

“You’re mine, Toy. My property. From now on, every night that I demand it - you will be my plaything. Do you understand?” she growled, hips bucking so hard into the little mare that her voice could only come between needy gasps.

“Y-Yes Mistress!”

“Who owns you, Pet? Say my name!” Her spare leg roughly slammed into Pumpkin’s bare flank, before seizing her waist - helping force every lunging, body claiming slam into her dominated cunt.

“T-Tempest Shadow! H-Haaa!~ Tempest Shadow owns me! I-I’m Tempest’s property! I-I’m her toy!” she screamed, as every hoof, every limb they had to spare - darted around each other. A duo of cries definitely broke through the waterfall’s heavy crashing waters outside, as both ponies came - hard.

Tempest was unabashed with her teeth, seizing her Property’s shoulder in a dominating bite. Pumpkin’s tiny voice cracking into the most adorable, sweet, brain-rattled mewls, as she submitted her very soul to the unicorn above her, who drove the last three inches of that length into her belly again and again. Their hips buckling and slamming roughly together, lust dripping and drooling across the blankets and mares as endless tides of pleasure shot through their cores. Desperate, air sucking gasps soon followed, as it took several seconds for the nearly mind melting bliss to slowly fade, and the lunging, womb-kissing ruts to finally stop.

Tempest simply gazed down at her little lover, who slowly recovered enough to settle her sights on the Unicorn above. Their breath mingling, sharing in this newfound light.

“...The moment we seize victory in Canterlot, I’m buying you a permanent collar,” Tempest confirmed, much to the joy of her timid plaything.

“O-Only if it’s enchanted to n-never come off,” she whispered back.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Pet. But I, too, like to live dangerously. I’ll consider it.”

“P-Promise?” Pumpkin asked with hope, her emerald eyes gleaming like stars into the oceans of love above.

“Promise.”