Wind rushed through Soarin’s mane as he glided through the air, up here he always felt free. He took a deep inhale of the crisp, cold air into his lungs and let the worries of the day drift behind him like the jetstream trailing behind him. He thought back to the unusual request of captain Spitfire a few hours earlier, a potential, and very wealthy private sponsor asked to speak to him by name before signing on any of their bits over to the team. He certainly wasn’t star studded like Rainbow Dash, but he had his admirers and fans, and clearly somepony was clearly enamored by him. Soarin’ wasn’t told the specifics of the deal, but it must’ve been substantial enough to make Spitfire send him off to Canterlot for a private meeting to seal the deal.
He dove just under a flock of noisy geese, narrowly missing them with his head so far in the clouds. The mountains beneath him came into view, at which point, he began to dive down, cutting through clouds like a hot knife through butter. The pristine alabaster walls of Canterlot came closer into view as he spread his wings elegantly to break his dive. Effortlessly he soared through the traffic of every creature coming and going around the city, the hum and smell of the industrious city assaulted his senses. Ever since Twilight had taken her place as ruler of Equestria, Canterlot had become a global hub for trade and traffic, the city swelling in density.
Weaving through the web of buildings, powerlines, and flying creatures to and fro, Soarin navigated the busy streets to the garden district. Separated from the rest of the city were large manors on walled plots of land, each a distinct architectural and cultural wonder from all across Equestria. At the end the road he was on was a large saddle-arabian sandstone mansion, with tall emerald hedges bordering it on all ends. Out of his jumpsuit he pulled out a business card, looking it over in his hoof, it was bright gold, with black letters adorning the front. ‘Sensational Stoneworks’ simply said, no other information was given except the street address of the impressive estate he was now at.
Walking up to the front of the estate, he saw various statues of every kind of creature standing on ornate plinths, an unmatched pair dotting the trail to the front doors every dozen paces or so. They were of excellent make and quality, life size in scale, and finely detailed down to the minutest details. He caught himself looking at a Unicorn mare statue by the door, that looked ahead confidently, adorned in ancient armor, holding a spear at the ready. He turned his attention to the heavy, redwood doors before him, easily 20 feet tall, he grabbed the gold knocker on the door, giving the door a few resounding knocks.
A Few moments passed before the door crept open, A Grey pegasus mare with long flowing white hair greeted him with a glassy idle stare. Adorned with stockings and a maid dress the young servant mare spoke with a gentle, calm tone in her voice.
”Master Soarin’” She said. ”The Mistress of the house is expecting you, allow me to take you to her.”
She bowed to him ever so slowly and gently, though something seemed a tad off about her to Soarin’ like she was tired or spaced out. He took one last look over his shoulder, out in to the garden path and bright skies behind him, before looking back at the maid as she stood up properly.
“Oh thank you miss, that’s very nice of you.”
He gave her a smirk as he stepped past the threshold, the cool air of the manor rushing across his fur as he zipped down his jumpsuit to get some air. The inside of the manor was lit warmly, gold shimmering lit bounced across the polished white marble walls, magical candles floated about the mansion giving every nook a cozy, magical haze. Gold trimmed art, and exotic plants of every hue crowded the hall he followed the maid into, it was a truly decadent miasma of excess wealth on display. Each step of her heeled hooves echoed in the massive, arched hall as they passed between two curving staircases up to a set of black double doors adorned with gold polished so brightly, Soarin’ could see himself in it. The Maid opened the doors, to reveal a dining room ready and set with silverware for at least 50 ponies, Soarin’ was beginning to realize the sponsor must’ve thrown some absurd figure at Spitfire to warrant this kind of private meeting. The Maid guided him to the end of the table, pulling out an ornately carved chair for him, which he gladly sat down in, sinking into the heavenly silk covered cushion.
“The Mistress of the house will be here shortly, Master Soarin” The maid took her place, standing beside the head of the table.
“Err…. You can just call me Soarin’ if that’s okay.” He said, giving her a warm smile, hoping to get her to warm up.
She idly blinked a few times, her golden eyes focusing on nothing in particular, which did not in fact, make Soarin’ feel any better about this.
“Right…. That’s…. Normal.” He muttered quietly, trailing off.
He looked himself up and down quickly in his reflection on the silver platter before him, fiddling with his mane. Part of him felt a tad underdressed or somehow unprepared for this meeting, it didn’t quite sit right with him, but he chalked it up to anxiety as the moments dragged on, the only interruption to his thoughts being the mechanical ticking of a grandfather clock about 20 feet away. He hated being left unstimulated for so long truthfully, if he wasn’t physically in the clouds, he was mentally there, he began to run through his flight patterns and the latest tricks the team was working on.
“It’ssss so nice to meet you in person, Sssssoarin’” A feminine voice said behind him, nearly causing him to jump.
He turned his head to the left and saw a truly odd creature he’d never seen, or imagined existing before. A dark blue earth pony mare, at least waist up, but her midsection gave way to a long trailing snake body coiling under her that she slithered on. Her predatory green eyes were framed perfectly by the sandy blonde bangs of her mane, she was equal parts alluring and terrifying. He realized he was easily staring too long without responding, and he wasn’t about to blow this deal, he extended a hoof with a hearty smile to the mare.
“Oh, you startled me! It’s lovely to meet you, miss..?” He laid on some of his roguish charm, tilting his head up confidently, raising a brow as he looked her over once more.
“Sssserpentia” She said, her forked tongue passing her lips.
She slithered to the head of the table, stopping at her chair.
”Serephina, if you would.” she said with a smile at the Pegasus maid, whom snapped to attention from her daze.
“Of course, mistress.” She said as she pulled out the chair, the long body of the snake coiling around the legs while the mare part sat in the seat.
“I must thank you for coming all this way to meet with me, you see I am quite the adoring fan of you.” Serpentia spoke, leaning in, hooves on the table.
“Oh? Well I’m flattered Miss Serpentia, and I’m very thankful not only for your hospitality, but also your sponsorship of the team.” he said, easing up in the chair.
“ Oh, team? Haha, not quite, I want to ssssponsor You, which is why I asked for you ssssspecifically. I quite enjoy seeing your performances when I’m in the area.”
“Regardless, We all still appreciate it, and I love to meet my fans. I can sign some pictures for you, or any merch you want, or we can just talk about flying, my life, your life, whatever!” Soarin’ said, beaming with excitement.
“Oh I am quite the fan of you, I plan to pay nearly 1,000,000 bits for this visit, and nearly the same for every game where I can get some private time with you.” Her eyes practically undressed him with that last statement.
While stallions were in the minority in Equestria, he’d never quite experienced being…. Well, so objectified, he felt like a piece of meat she was staring at, but crap, what if he was just being a bit prejudiced against the stranger? She was different, and clearly not from around Equestria, maybe he should cut her some slack. Taking a deep breath, he broke eye contact, fighting back a blush, which admittedly felt hard to do at first.
“I’m flattered, really Miss Serpentia… uhmm… “ He trailed off trying to change the topic elsewhere,”I must ask, what does a statue sculpting company want to sponsor me for? All this artsy opulent work doesn't really scream “sports’”
“I enjoy every asssspect of you Sssssoarin’, Sssso much Sssso that I’d pay anything to…. Have you” She stared intently into his eyes.
Words failed to reach his lips, he was flustered, his face hot with a blush, but his mind felt relaxed, a tad hazy, the thought crept into his mind that he might be staring too long at her. For a few quiet moments all he could manage was locking eyes with her in a daze, the longer he looked, the more he became enamored with her exotic beauty, squirming gently in his chair.
“Nnngh…. Have… Me? What do you….mean?” He finally managed to spit out his words, cutting through the static in his mind.
“Mmmmm…. Perapssss it’ssss best I sssshow you, my dear pegasus~” She gave him a devious smile, lazily waving a hoof at Seraphina.
“Service him, Serephina.” She simply stated, while eye fucking Soarin’.
“Yes Mistress” The maid replied as she took a few steps forward, drop to her knees as he hooves unzipped Soarin’s jumpsuit.
Part of him wasn’t quite sure of how this all happened so fast, but he felt frozen, almost as in fear, it felt like his mind was being pinned, any thoughts or actions he wished to take felt stifled under an incomprehensible weight. He knew he very badly wanted to look down at the maid, at least do something, but all he could do was groan as his semi-hard member flopped out of the tight spandex of his suit. Her hot breaths hit his member, making his fur stand on edge, in equal parts fear and delight, her soft lips kissed at his tip mechanically before her wet maw wrapped around the length of his shaft, deep throating it instantly. The intensity of Serpentia’s Jade eyes grew each time the maid bobbed her head down on Soarin’s shaft, every nerve in his mind crackling like lightning as he drooled in thoughtless bliss. Serephina’s throat clenched his cock like a vice, squeezing and expertly milking his medial ring, each clench maddeningly driving him deeper into pleasure as sweat began to coat his fur.
“Sssssee my little pegasus pet, this isn’t ssssso bad, you can just relax into the pleassssure~” Serpentia said with a seductive giggle.
“Nnnnghh…. Not…bad at all…” He managed to reply, it almost felt like the static surrounding his mind cleared enough to allow him to respond.
Serpentia cooed in delight as her hooves began to shamelessly caress her body, a hoof running through her chest fur, down to her scaled, slick sex, teasing it in circles. Soarin’ mind was cleared up enough for him to break eye contact to enjoy the show the Mistress of the house was putting on. Each stroke across her dripping sex made her release a small hiss of delight, Serephina expertly mirroring the pace of her Mistress with each bob of her head down into Soarin’s lap. The scent of both of their musky, sweet arousal filled the air, soaking every one of His senses in the trap of the Serpent Mistress. Serpentia curiously looked him and Serephina up and down cooing curiously as Soarin’ softly bucked into the vice of the maid’s throat letting out a moan escape his lips.
“Mmmmm…. You pleasssure is building so nicely, I can feel it~” She hissed gleefully as her hooves danced up and down her curves hypnotically.
The world felt so heavy and blurry to Soarin’, he could scarcely recall much of anything right now, but he knew he’d never felt anything intensely arousing. His fur and suit soaked in sweat as he drooled and groaned, unable to manage the energy to hump into the maid’s mouth any more.
“Serephina, I will finisssssh thisss~”” The coils of her body unfurled as she commanded the maid.
The hypnotized maid released the stallion’s needy cock with a wet pop, sitting down on her own soaking sex. The saliva-slick member of Soarin’ beat in rhythm with his heart, each pump thundering in his mind like a drum, precum oozing eagerly. Releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding, Soarin’ was offered a moment of partial clarity, dizzy and hazy beyond belief he groaned and tried to move, but his limbs barely managed to lift an inch. The end of Serpentia’s tail slithered up the chair and into his lap, pouncing and wrapping around his aching cock like a predator seizing their prey. She laughed wickedly as the stallion let out a scream of delight, the smooth scales of her coil threatening to send him over the edge as every little bump caressed the sensitive ridge of his tip. Expertly she ever so slowly danced her coils around his generous, slick length, every minute graze of his tender flesh edged him to near insanity, a steady stream of hot milky pre was coaxed from his cock.
“Almost there my dear Pegasussss pet~” Serpentia said seductively to her captive stallion.
“Why don’t you run your hooves across your chest, one at your juicy hips, one in that luscious chest fur?” She commanded the stallion.
Resistance wasn’t even a concept he could imagine as he strained to slowly move his heavy forelegs to his body. His touch felt dulled, his heat dissipated, as all he could feel was a wave of cold rush across his body, his vision clouding up until all he could see was black. Every sense of his body and mind slowly faded until all he could feel was his cock beating in the tight coils of his captor, the pleasure erasing everything from his awareness until in one swift stroke of coils of Serpentia shattered the dam on his release. Cum geysered from his tip as his mind exploded into orgasmic fragments, coating the dazed Serephina in spurt after spurt of his seed. In one last instant, mid ejaculation the last of Soarin’ froze over, what was left of his being was bound to the statue, forever repeating the peak of bliss that was his release.
Serpentia’s tongue dragged across the cum soaked end of her tail, suckling up his seed with a sadistic laugh.
“Serephina, be a dear, peel that jumpsuit off our guest, and clean him up. I want him moved the entrance hall tonight.” Serepentia said, sipping casually a cup of hot tea from the table.
“Of Course, Mistress.” The hypnotized maid replied, licking the hot seed eagerly from the surface of the statue.
From then on, any guest that entered the estate of Serpentia was overcome with uncontrollable lust whenever they gazed at the statue of Soarin’ that stood just beyond the entrance. What was left of Soarin’ was reduced to a useful tool to ensnare new pieces to her ever growing museum for untold decades.
Author's Note
Hey guys thanks for reading, It was really fun to write something different, and for a event, a special thanks to my lovely partner @Omegathyst for inspiring me to participate this year.
