Black & White Stallion Love 2: Hotel Rendezvous
It’s late into the night in the city of Dodge–a hodgepodge of reinforced pre-war buildings and new post-war construction–as a group of wasteland travelers slowly trudge away from the large military compound in the center of the city. The group, consisting of two kirin, two earth ponies, a unicorn and a young pegasus, trot their way through the quiet streets towards a nice-looking pre-war hotel which had been lovingly restored. To the tired travelers, the hotel’s warm light is a beacon of calm after a storm of politics and interrogation.
As they step into the lobby, one of the earth ponies, a white stallion with a red mane, takes off his helmet with sigh. “I hate politics. Politicians too, for that matter.”
“Heh, tell me about it, Firework,” yawns one of the kirins, a mare with a white coat and a red and black striped mane. “At least this place is still staffed.”
Firework nods and looks over to the front desk where a very familiar unicorn stallion with a black coat and purple mane is standing, chatting with the receptionist. In an instant, Firework bounds over to the stallion and gives him a big hug.
“Oh hey, Sweetie! Nice seeing you here,” he says, petting Firework’s mane for a moment as he returns the hug. “I thought you would have already come and gone by now.”
“We just arrived a few hours ago; we kind of took the long way ‘round,” he says as he leans into Black Onyx, giving him a nuzzle “I didn’t expect to see you here, Onyx.”
"Yeah..." Onyx kind of trails off, before noticing the rest of the group. He gives them a nod as he nuzzles Firework back. "So, since you're helping Ditzy out, why don't you let me put you up for the night?" He turns back to the receptionist and puts a bag of caps on the counter. “Three extra rooms, please.”
The receptionist nods and fishes out three more keys for the rest of the group, offering the keys to them and letting them sort out who’s in which room. Meanwhile, Firework continues to nuzzle Onyx, enjoying the way the dominant stallion holds him.
“Thank you, Onyx,” the other earth pony–a mare with a purple coat and a dark blue mane–says as she ushers the young light cream-coated pegasus colt off towards a room.
The two kirin nod to Onyx and head off toward their own room while the unicorn, a mare with a light grey coat and crimson mane, takes her key and sets off to find herself a bar.
With the group dispersed, Onyx smiles down at Firework. “I take it you missed me?”
“Yes, Master,” Firework nods. “Can we talk in the morning, after I’ve had a chance to sleep?”
"Sure, I don't mind letting you have a couple of minutes of sleep," Onyx whispers into Firework's ear, prompting a blush from the white stallion as he turns and starts up the stairs. “Come along, pet…”
Firework quickly follows along, his eyes never leaving his Master as he all but floats after him.
Their room is towards the back of the hotel's second floor. Inside is a single large bed, a table with a couple of nicely-restored chairs, a large dresser, a radio, and a closed door to a small bathroom. As Firework takes a moment to look over the room, Onyx removes his traveling gear, starting with his cloak and saddlebags before working the pre-war shirt he's wearing.
As Onyx is undressing, Firework's attention turns to his Master and he quickly starts undoing his own gear. First, he sets aside the security helmet, the face guard sliding up as he places it on the table. Then comes his thigh guards, the pauldron on his left shoulder, and as the ceramic chestplate separates from his body, his collar becomes visible, prompting a smile from Onyx as he watches Firework intently.
Seeing his Master watching him, Firework makes a show of it, running his hooves around his belt and swinging his codpiece as it comes loose, then stripping his stablesuit off of his body, going slow as he slips each hoof out of the jumpsuit.
When Firework is done slipping his stable jumpsuit off, he does a slow little spin, showing off his ass to Onyx. The only thing still on his body is his collar, which he shows off proudly as he completes his spin. As his eyes catch his Master’s, he bows his head again out of respect.
In the upper peripheral of his vision, he spots his Master climbing onto the bed, propping himself up with the pillows, and spreading his legs to show off his impressive package. After a couple moments, Onyx beckons Firework to join him.
Firework obediently walks over to the bed and climbs onto the soft mattress. Once on the mattress he scoots closer to Onyx and buries his nuzzle in Onyx's big balls, gently suckling one of them while he brings a hoof up to fondle the other.
Onyx’s hoof finds its way to the back of Firework’s head, pressing him firmly against them. Firework takes a deep breath and lets out an intoxicated moan around the orb in his mouth as his Master’s musk fogs his mind. “That’s a good slut, breathe in your Master’s scent,” Onyx smiles as he pets Firework’s mane.
Firework switches testicles, his hoof moving to massage the recently soaked one while soaking the other orb in his saliva. As he works, his Master’s cock slowly swells to a semi-erect state, drawing his vision and making his attention drift from his current task.
After a couple of moments of staring, a hard object swats his ass, making it sting. “Focus on your current work, slut, and not what you’ll be working on later,” Onyx commands, waving a paddle in front of his cock before pointing down at the tip of Firework’s muzzle.
Firework takes the hint and goes back to work, pulling his muzzle off of the ball he's working on to fondle both of them as he licks and kisses them. His tongue traces up to the top of Onyx's ballsack, licking around the base of his cock for a moment before moving back down. His tongue moves all the way down to the bottom of his Master's balls, lapping at the muskiest part of his crotch with horny gusto.
"That's a good whore," Onyx groans softly. "I think you put in enough work down there."
Firework withdraws his muzzle from his Master's balls and scoots forward to wrap his lips around his Master's semi-erect cock. He lavishes the tip of the musky rod with licks, savoring the taste of his Master. After a couple moments, he slips his Master's rod into his mouth and then down his throat, sucking and swallowing to please his Master.
Onyx's hoof finds its way to the back of his head, pushing him all the way down to his base. Firework lets out a lustful groan around his Master's cock, which quickly swells to its full size inside of him. Firework moans and swallows around the shaft in his mouth as he brings his hooves up to fondle his Master's sack.
As Firework's hooves gently play with his Master's balls, he bobs his head up and down, his tongue running along the underside of the cock his mouth. As he works his Master's shaft, he swallows as best he can, trying to coax a moan out of his rather stoic Master. He keeps his eyes focused on his Master's belly as he works, not wanting to look up at his Master and be punished. Not yet, anyway.
Onyx lets out a soft grunt as Firework works, his hoof slowly wandering up to his sub's mane, before grabbing it and holding him part way down his cock. "If you want your prize, you're going to have to work for it."
Firework lets out a grunt of determination, trying to fight against his Master's hold, but Onyx's grip is stunningly strong. Try as he might, he can't move his head further down his Master's cock. He pauses, lapping at the underside of the musky shaft for a few moments as a splash of clarity ripples across the pool of lust that is his mind. He pulls further up his Master's cock before trying to push his way further down. This time he does a bit better, catching Onyx off guard for a moment, but not enough to break free from his grip.
"Very good, slut,” his Master says, looking down at him. “Not many ponies have thought of doing that to break my grip, but you'll have to do better than that."
Firework pulls his hooves away from his Master's sack, using them to brace himself as he looks Onyx dead in the eyes. His eyes glow as a blue magical aura engulfs his head, and with a mighty push, he brings his lips all the way down to his Master's crotch. The second Firework's lips touch the base of his Master's cock, the blue glow vanishes and a moment later the paddle slaps his ass, once, twice, thrice.
"I am surprised–and a bit shocked–but… subs don't look their Masters in the eyes," Onyx says sternly as he smacks Firework's ass three more times.
Firework casts his eyes down and mumbles something around the cock in his throat that vaguely sounds like "Yes, Master."
"Good pet. Now, back to work."
Firework goes back to work with amazing vigor, repeatedly deepthroating his Master's cock while humming and swallowing the best he can. Even with regular gagging and pauses for breath, Firework spends more time with his Master's cock down his throat than not. It leaks precum down his throat and onto his tongue when he pulls back for breath. The incredible taste spurs Firework to work harder, wanting the salty treat brewing in his Master's balls.
Onyx's hoof finds its way back to the back of Firework's head, holding him in place with his lips pressed against his crotch. Onyx smirks down at Firework as he chokes on his cock. "I really do love that look on you."
Firework makes muffled groans that might have sounded like "Thank you, Master," if not for the cock lodged in his throat. After a couple of more moments, Onyx physically pulls him off of his cock, letting him catch his breath. As he fills his lungs with air, and coughs a bit, his Master strokes his cock, which is leaking precum like a sieve.
Firework struggles against his Master's grip to go back to his glorious fuck pole. His first try draws his Master's ire as he simply struggles against the hoof holding him by his mane.
"You're going to have to do better than–"
Before his Master can finish that sentence, Firework tilts his head to the side as he pulls again and slips free of his Master's grip. He moves his head back to Onyx's cock, eagerly lapping up the leaking precum, starting at the base of the shaft and working his way up to the tip. His lips engulf it, slathering the head with saliva from lick after lick as he greedily laps up every drop of precum leaking from his Master's cock.
Firework drags his tongue across every ridge on the tip of his Master's cock, running it across the nubbed crown of the flare, giving each bump a little attention before looping around to the side of the flare. His tongue rubs along the thicker part of the cock flesh, spending a moment to find the little valley hidden behind it to rub the tip of his tongue against before trailing down to the bottom of the flare. His tongue spends time lapping at the ridge at the bottom of his Master's flare, teasing it with gentle licks before moving his tongue up to tease his Master's urethra.
All of a sudden, his Master's magic grabs his head and pushes him down on his cock. The sudden push is accompanied by the mass in his mouth pulsing and firing a blast of spunk down his throat.
Firework swallows as best he can as his Master floods his throat with jizz, but after a few seconds, some goes down the wrong pipe and he starts to choke.
Firework wrenches himself out of his Master's magic, pulling off the still-spurting cock as he coughs up a storm, as well as the cum that he was choking on. The last of his Master's load plasters his mane and face as he catches his breath.
"Sorry I couldn't take it all, Master," Firework whimpers, casting his eyes down.
"You'll do better next time," Onyx assures as he uses his magic to stroke Firework's mane before pushing him back towards his cock. "Still, you need to clean me up."
Firework nods and begins licking up the mess he made of his Master’s dick and crotch. His tongue dances around the base of his Master’s cock as he diligently laps up every single drop of spilled spunk he can find.
“Good slut,” Onyx smiles as he pats Firework’s head. “Now, fetch me a blue potion from my bag.”
Firework nods and quickly trots over to his Master’s bag, digging around and quickly finding the aforementioned potion, trotting back over proudly with it. Onyx takes the bottle from Firework and downs it, and after a couple of moments, his cock is back to full mast.
“Climb onto the bed and present your ass to me, Slut,” Onyx commands as he slips off of the bed.
Firework obeys and quickly climbs most of the way onto the bed, planting his hind hooves on the ground as his belly rests on the mattress, his tail swishing out of the way to show off his ass. Firework shakes his hips a little, his hard cock swinging below him like a small pendulum, nowhere near as big as his Master’s. Onyx’s dick sways slightly as he approaches and mounts Firework.
Onyx’s hooves come down on either side of Firework’s back as his Master prods his ass with that massive cock. Firework’s drool provides just enough lubrication to make the first push less painful as Onyx buries himself in his slut. Firework lets out a gasp as his Master hilts him in his ass with one powerful thrust.
Onyx’s cock spreads Firework’s ass wide as he pulls back and slams into him again. He shows no mercy in hammering his slut’s ass, his cock brutally grinding against Firework’s prostate. The rough fucking has Firework’s cock dripping precum onto the floor in cap-sized globs, as his cock throbs needily.
Onyx's powerful thrusting is joined by his hoof slapping Firework's ass, adding to the redness from the earlier paddling. The rough fucking and ass smacking quickly sends Firework over the edge. His ass clenches hard on his Master's cock as his own flares to its maximum size, twitching and throbbing as it deposits shot after shot of spunk onto the floor. All throughout Firework's intense orgasm, Onyx continues pounding his ass.
As Firework pants and moans loudly, his Master pulls out a ball gag and stuffs it in his mouth, muffling the sound coming from it. Though muffled, Firework continues to moan and groan as his Master ruts him. As Onyx hammers his pet’s ass, he continues to smack his hind end, turning his pet’s white coat red. Each hit makes Firework cry out into the gag.
“That’s it, slut. Moan for me as I smack your ass!” Onyx commands, giving it another strike.
Firework moans loudly into his gag over and over again as his Master slaps his ass while his Master's shaft grinds against his prostate. The depths of his ass are stretched and hammered like hot metal.
All good things must come to an end though, and his Master's cock starts flaring. The expanding shaft within him adds to the bliss that floods his body. With a powerful moan, Black Onyx slams into Firework's ass one last time and unloads his seed deep within his sub.
He holds himself there as spurt after spurt of spunk fills up Firework's ass, until his balls have fully drained. When he's finally done, he pulls out of Firework, leaving his sub panting into the gag with his pucker gaping slightly.
Using his magic, Onyx lifts Firework from the bed and takes a seat on the bed while popping the latch on the ball gag. "Clean me."
As soon as his Master sets him down, Firework is on his cock in an instant, lapping, kissing and sucking the remnants of his Master's spunk and his ass juices off of the shaft. After a minute or so of licking his Master's cock, Firework moves down to his Master's balls to clean them too.
Eventually, his Master is satisfied and commands Firework to stop, rising from the bed he leads his pet over to the bathroom where the two of them hop in the big shower. Firework quickly sets to work washing his Master, making sure to scrub every inch on his coat, though paying special attention to his Master's cock and balls. After a bit, Onyx uses his magic to start washing Firework too, scrubbing him and cleaning him up with the warm water.
At that point, both of them are too tired to really do much other than finish rinsing and drying off before going to bed. Firework is put into the role of the smaller spoon as his lover tosses him onto the bed and climbs in after him.
Firework snuggles into Onyx's embrace. "You're really warm, Master."
Onyx pulls Firework into a hug, nuzzling the back of his neck. "You know, if you keep calling me "Master," I'm just going to fuck your brain to mush again. If you're not wearing your collar, just "Onyx" is fine."
"Okay Mas-- Onyx." He shivers. "It feels weird to call you that."
"Well, it would feel a bit weird to have you call me "Master" all the time, too. Let's save that just for the games, hm? It'll be all the more special, that way."
"Okay, Onyx." Firework reaches over and grabs Onyx's hoof. "I'm glad you're here. It made my night… Why are you here, by the way?"
Onyx rubs his neck. "I wasn't planning to be. I was going after one of my... co-workers... She decided to go off and live in the Tyranny. I was trying to stop her."
"Oh." Firework shrinks down. "I didn't mean..."
"Don't worry about it," breathes Onyx, squeezing tighter. "If it bothers you, just know that she's one hell of a flier. Still..."
The room is silent for a moment before Firework speaks up again. "Do you mind if I ask you something else?"
"Go ahead, sweetheart," smiles Onyx, playing with a small tuft of fur on Firework's chest.
"I wanted to ask about... us. I'm kind of new to this whole "relationship" thing. What are we, exactly?"
Onyx chuckles. "You're cute when you're nervous, you know that?"
Firework fidgets with his hooves and blushes.
"Let's not go diving headfirst into a big label-making frenzy. Let's just start with "coltfriends" and see if that leads us anywhere, hm?"
Firework nods. "Okay." He wiggles around a bit giddily. "I can't believe my coltfriend is a well-known erotic novelist."
Onyx leans forward. "You know I write other stories, right?"
"You do?"
With a light chuckle, Onyx picks up a black book from the nightstand that he'd brought with him. He opens it up to the first page. "Chapter one. Lunar Herald looked around at the rooftops, then back down at his instructions. "I know it was around here somewhere," he said, flipping the map around..."
As Onyx continues to read, Firework snuggles up to his chest to listen to the story. It was going to be a good night.
