Coming to a halt outside Coco’s shop, Maple took a moment to lean over and inspect his reflection in the boutique’s front window. The clashing cobalt and cerulean of his braided mane and tail complemented the turquoise of his eye and his azure coat, yet it was the wary smile splitting his muzzle that drew his attention. Though he’d spoken with Ms. Pommel more times than he cared to count, usually on his way to work in the mornings, this was the first time he would have given her more than a congenial hello.
Nodding at his reflection, he knocked on the door. “Coco? It’s me, Maple.”
His ears twitched and he held his breath for a tense moment before a reply came. “Come in, it should be open.”
As he turned the doorknob and stepped inside, he was greeted by the dimly lit interior of her boutique. The place had closed nearly two hours ago, giving the vacant, quiet interior a somewhat unsettling air, but he tried not to let it get to him. His eyes adjusted and settled on a light coming from the back, giving him some clue as to where his host was lurking.
“Thanks again for agreeing to meet me,” he called, weaving past mannequins and display racks.
“No need to thank me -” Coco called back, her voice unmistakable, “besides, it’s not like you won’t be helping me yourself!”
He shook his head and suppressed an anxious chuckle while he pressed deeper into the shop. The entire reason he’d come to see her was because he needed - genuinely needed her assistance with a project. While he was decent with a needle and thread, his skill wasn’t nearly at the level he needed to complete his little pet-project. It may have been silly for him to want a convincing Power Ponies costume, but he wasn’t going to attend the upcoming comic convention without it.
Peeking through an open doorway labeled Employees Only, he spotted Coco standing over a drafting table. Simply seeing cyan mane, creamy coat, and signature collared dress put his mind at ease. She was, in his opinion, one of the friendliest ponies he saw on a regular basis, and he was immeasurably grateful that she hadn’t laughed at his somewhat childish request for help with his impending cosplay. Trotting up behind her, he cleared his throat to announce himself.
She looked in his direction and smirked. “Did you bring the materials?”
“Mmmhmm,” he hummed, lifting a bag of the fabric he’d purchased earlier that week. “I think I have everything we’ll need.”
“Just give me one second to finish this up,” she noted, carefully sewing two pieces of what appeared to be rubber together.
More than a little curious, he drifted closer and quirked a brow. “What’re you working on?”
“It’s - uh - well…” she falteringly began as her cheeks darkened. Gradually coming to a halt, she placed her needle down and turned to face him. “Listen, can you keep a secret?”
He chuckled and dismissively waved a hand at her question. “I mean, it’s not like I didn’t come here wanting you to help me make a Mistress Mare-velous costume! As long as you keep my project under wraps, I won’t say a peep about whatever it is you’re doing…”
Glancing his shoulder, she trotted past him to the exit. “So what happens in the workshop stays in the workshop?”
“That works for me,” he replied, watching her shut the door and rush over to a nearby window. “I’m guessing this is some sort of top-secret outfit you’re putting together?”
“Something like that,” she murmured, pulling the blinds and moving to the next window. Proceeding to the fire escape and ensuring it was locked, she peeked back at him. “I just have one more question before we get started.”
Setting the bag of materials down, he gave a small bow. “Go for it.”
“How comfortable would you be modeling something for me?” she inquired, unwilling or unable to look him in the eye.
His muzzle split in a broad, excited grin. “I’d love to model something for you! Will this be a public debut or a private endeavor?”
With her face going an even deeper shade of crimson, she anxiously brushed a lock of mane away from her face. “P…private for now. The whole reason I asked you to come here was because you’re exactly what this ensemble needs. Short, cute as a button, and with those juicy flanks of yours - you’ll be just perfect for this.”
He inched back as his heart skipped a beat. Juicy flanks ~ was she hitting on him?! It was one thing to casually chat with her, but he would never have expected her to outright flatter his looks. Suddenly emboldened, he inched closer to her. She may not have known it, but he liked her for more than her cheerful and supportive demeanor.
“Well sign me up, especially if it means we’ll be spending more time together,” he confidently remarked.
“Oh that’s wonderful,” she chirped, charging over and giving him a hug. “Ok, I think I have everything just about ready for you. I just need you to strip down so I can get your measurements and make any final adjustments.”
Going wide-eyed, he balked. “Strip?”
It wasn’t that he minded stripping for anyone - heck, it wasn’t uncommon for him to put on burlesque shows for the swim team at school, but her request threw him off guard. While he hadn’t anticipated her being so forward, he wasn’t about to complain - in fact, he was thrilled to show himself off a bit. If she wanted to see what he was packing, that’s exactly what she was going to get.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve lost track of how many ponies I’ve gotten measurements for,” she reassuringly stated, stepping over and plucking a length of tape from her table. “It will only take a few seconds, I promise.”
Smiling all the broader, he reached up and unzipped his jacket. Piece by piece, he removed his apparel and placed them on a vacant stool next to himself. He stared down at the floor the entire time, fearful of what Coco’s reaction would be to seeing his bare chest, legs, and abdomen, but he knew he couldn’t avoid looking at her forever. As he stepped out of his pants, leaving him standing in his briefs, he released a shuddering thigh.
“Ta-da,” he stammered, extending his arms to his sides. “I hope you’re not -”
“The underwear,” she interrupted.
With his jaw nearly hitting the floor, he lifted his gaze up to her in shock. “Excuse me?”
“Your underwear,” she repeated. “You forgot to take those off.”
He froze the moment he set eyes on her. Though he wouldn’t have minded being in the buff, presuming she wanted him to keep his undies on, what she was doing instantly derailed his thoughts. Leaning against her table and gnawing her bottom lip, she eyed him like he was a prime cut of meat - worse still, she wasn’t just content with looking. One of her hands had disappeared down the front of her skirt and quite possibly her panties as well.
Tearing his eyes off her loins, having ultimately realized she was rubbing herself, he stared up at her face and waggled his eyebrows. “You want to see it, don’t you…?”
She eagerly nodded and went so far as to cup one of her breasts in her free hand. “Yeah…”
It was at that moment that he realized his evening was going to be far from wholesome. He’d spent time with a good number of mares over the years, both in and outside of school, but not one of them had the raging libido of his host. Coco hadn’t just asked him to strip, she’d gotten off to his little exhibition.
Damned if he could say where things were going from here, but he felt confident that he’d be doing more than just getting a costume made before the night was out. Lowering a hand to fondle the growing bulge in his briefs, he savored the delighted expression she bore. Regardless of whether she was in heat or not, she wanted it - she wanted it bad.
Filled with a level of confidence he didn’t know he had, he hooked his thumbs over the waistband of his underwear, turned in place, and drew the garment down his legs. Buck it - if she wanted to get a look at his goods, he wasn’t about to stop her - not for the least of which reasons being she’d more than likely return the favor. As the undergarment fell around his ankles, he straightened up and summoned every ounce of his courage.
“I hope…” he trailed off as soon as he shifted to face her.
Not only was she continuing to masturbate to him, but she’d opened her blouse and exposed her tits. Sweet, merciful Celestia - it was the hottest thing he’d seen in a long, long time! His length throbbed in tune with his rapidly beating heart, hardening in an instant, while she withdrew her slickened hand from her skirt, reached over, and grabbed the project she’d been working on from off the table.
Offering him the article while shamelessly tweaking her nipple, she smirked. “Now put this on.”
“Sure…” he countered, taking the proffered garment.
She nodded, prompting him to shift his focus to what he’d just been handed. The outfit he held wasn’t like anything he’d ever encountered before, seemingly a jumpsuit of some kind, and it was adorned with metal eyelets and clasps. The piece had to be fetishistic in nature, given the material and the obscene direction things were taking, though that gave him little insight as to what its true purpose was.
“There’s a zipper on the back,” she instructed. “It should fit you, but it’s going to be snug.”
Turning the garment in his hands and finding the zipper, he scrunched his snout. While she claimed it would fit him, he had his doubts. For starters, it looked to be far too small for a stallion, especially one who was as bottom-heavy as himself, and the material, while yielding and pliable, only had so much give. He peeked back up at her one last time, ensuring she was still enthused, and leaned forward.
To Tartarus with it - if wearing something a little strange meant was what it took to watch her rub one out, that was a small price to pay. Placing one foot then the other into the article, he rose up and pulled the attire up his legs. He’d been in for several surprises in the short time since he’d arrived, but he’d been right about one thing - the outfit was extremely tight. With the odd piece of apparel drawn up to his thighs, he slipped his arms into the sleeves and wiggled his shoulders.
“Let me help,” she whispered, racing around behind him.
As she hauled on the suit and closed the zipper, a cool sensation on his nethers made his blood run cold. The attire covered him from his neck down to his toes, concealing every part of his figure - every part save one. He hadn’t noticed it at the time, too caught up with the goings on to see it, but the garment lacked a crotch of any kind.
Gazing down at his stallionhood and balls, he shivered when he felt the open air on his ass. “I think you forgot a spot…”
“It’s supposed to be like that, silly,” she giggled, strutting around him while looking him up and down. “If that part had been covered, I couldn’t do this.”
His eyelids fluttered and his heart skipped a beat as she nonchalantly reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock. With the exception of his coltfriend, nobody had ever touched his junk before. The sudden stimulation, feeling her soft digits against the tender flesh of his shaft, was enough to make his hips buck purely from reflex.
Tightening her grip, she snickered harder. “Looks like someone’s just as worked up as I am.”
Before he could reply or excuse himself, she brought her free hand to his muzzle. The scent of her marehood was intoxicating, as good as - no, better than he’d dreamed it would be. He may have had a coltfriend, but their open relationship meant he’d be able to have as much fun as he wanted. There’d been times when he’d considered being completely monogamous, but moments like these made him glad he hadn’t given it much thought.
“So,” she continued, shrugging her shoulders and letting her blouse fall to the floor, “do you still want to help with my little project?”
Her breath was hot against his face, he was so hard that it hurt, and he could already feel a bead of pre-cum forming at the head of his cock. He’d heard of stories like this, of supposedly virtuous young mares who harbored a deeply lecherous side, but never in a thousand years would he have thought he’d find himself in one! Staring into her eyes, he started when she leaned in, locked lips with him, and drove her tongue into his snout.
It only took him a split second to retaliate, taken aback by the impassioned gesture, he gave her what she wanted. Grabbing her backside with one hand, he pulled her close and closed his eyes. This was going to make one heck of a story for later, even if he only shared it with his coltfriend. As the tips of his fingers drifted into the cleft of her ass, feeling her warmth through the thin material, he caressed her pucker.
She pulled away from him in an instant and playfully pawed at his chest. “If you’re interested in that, I’d be more than happy to let you get a closer look.”
Without saying another word, she stepped forward, bent over, and threw her arms back. As she lifted her shirt and prized her buns apart, revealing an utter lack of panties, his mouth began to water. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen a bare ass before, and it likely wouldn’t be the last, but the view of her glistening pucker and slavering marehood was a thing of beauty.
Falling to his knees, he cautiously shuffled over to her. He’d heard through the rumor mill that Coco had a penchant for anal, supposedly preferring to get her ass hammered above anything else, and it sure as heck looked like the stories were true. The slickened ring of her backdoor was markedly pronounced and lubricated, leaving no room for doubt - she’d lured him to her shop with anything but pure motives.
He came to a halt mere inches from her tush. The delicate aroma of her marehood and musk of her rear, paired with the sight of her winking pucker, chipped away at what few reservations he had. She’d made no move to stop him, having gone so far as to present herself while smirking back at him, so it was as plain as day that she wasn’t bothered by the attention - if anything, she yearned for it. Casting his inhibitions to the wind, he grabbed her hips, shot forward, and sank his tongue into her backside.
The flavor of fruit dancing over his palate affirmed his suspicions. The flavored lube in her ass and her actions thus far confirmed reeked of a mare who wanted help with more than just a tailoring project - regardless, he was happy to oblige her. Clutching and languidly stroking his dick, he feasted on her tush like it was his final meal.
She shifted and groaned above him, bucking back against his face as if to mutely begging him to give her more. While he easily could have stood up and started plowing her, he bided his time. A lover, be it a stallion or a mare, best enjoyed after they’d been teased a bit. As he ran one hand around her thigh and to her nethers, she gasped when his fingers graced her clit.
Situated as he was, quite literally having his face buried in her backside, he couldn’t see much of anything but the twin globes of her ass - not that that was a bad thing. The way he saw it, only one thing was going to happen - he was going to edge her until she was begging him for his dick. Humming into her hole, he played her like a fiddle.
“R…right there,” she sputtered, broadening her stance.
He gradually ramped up the intensity of his motions while paying little mind to his own pleasure. There was no way he wasn’t going to get his rocks off before leaving, so he saw little point in jacking off and blowing his load. On and on he went, easing up whenever he sensed her nearing her limit, until his prediction came true.
Stepping away from him and resting her hands on the drafting table, she flicked her tail up and peeked back at him. “W…well…”
Her eyes rested squarely on his stallionhood, telling him just what he needed to know. Pushing himself up and stepping behind her, he rested one hand on her hip while holding the base of his length. If she’d loved having her ass eaten half as much as he thought she had, he couldn’t wait to see how she reacted to getting dicked-down.
As he slipped into her hot, silken depths, his silence clashed with her blissful whimper. Her pucker was, in a word, perfect - being neither too loose nor too tight. Steadily plunging deeper, he relished the sensation of her quivering hole until he bottomed out. She probably wouldn’t have minded if he started screwing her immediately, but waiting for her to ask for it would be the icing on the cake.
Sure enough, after no more than a second or two passed, she glanced back at him with a pleading look in her eyes. “Is…is there a problem?”
“No,” he coolly responded. “You ready?”
“Yes,” she breathed, averting her gaze. “Fuck me and - Mmmmph!”
He cut her off with a thrust, withdrawing and hammering his hips against her backside, but he was far from finished with her. His initial plunge was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until he was rutting her at a leisurely pace. Judging from her guttural moans, quaking legs, and the way she started pushing back against him, synchronizing her movements to his, she was loving every second of it.
Filling the air with the steady Plap Plap Plap of their colliding bodies, he gradually picked up speed. As much as he would have liked to take his time and draw things out, the sudden and completely unexpected lewd turn of events robbed him of some of his stamina - that and had come to see her for a purpose. Seeing her tail flick back and forth, he grabbed her dock and gave it a tug.
He would have guessed that she’d yelp from having her tail pulled, but her response was so, so much better than he’d hoped for. Her entire body tensed, her backdoor clamped down around his pistoning length, and she howled in ecstasy. The display was so bombastic that he momentarily thought she may have faked it, yet the ferocity of her climax and the spray of her marish juices over his thighs told him that she wasn’t acting in the slightest.
More aroused than ever, he pulled out all the stops and fucked her with everything he had. Now that she’d cum, and from anal no less, he was free to paint her insides with his essence. He draped himself over her back, wrapped his arms around her torso, and fondled her swaying tits as he pushed himself closer and closer to his limit.
His breaths grew ragged, his heart thundered in his chest, and his rhythm grew downright frantic while he closed his eyes and set his jaw. Had he known his evening would end up like this, he would have come prepared, possibly having blown a load earlier to increase his stamina - sadly, that wasn’t the case. Giving a final, brutal thrust, he hilted himself and reached his threshold.
His climax was enough to give her a second orgasm, making her mewl incomprehensibly as his throbbing stallionhood flooded her depths. With a silly smirk creeping across his face, he fell still and basked in the afterglow. There was no way to tell if this was going to be a one-time thing or the first of many such trysts with her, but he kept his fingers crossed that it wouldn’t be the last time he ended up rutting her.
“H…hey,” she croaked, drawing his eye, “c…can I - um…”
“Suck me clean?” he joked.
To his shock, she nodded. “Yes please. If you sit down, I’d love to tidy you up.”
Oh heck yeah - she was even freakier than he could have dreamed she’d be. Shuffling back and unsheathing his softening shaft, he eased himself down and leaned back. She unsteadily turned to face him, supporting herself on the table all the while, before falling to her knees between his outstretched legs.
“Just try to relax,” she sighed, rubbing his ankles.
He waved at his crotch and chuckled, amused that she felt the need to tell him something he was obviously doing already. “Trust me, I’m - Gah?!”
Faster than he could think, she lifted his legs and sent him toppling back. In his euphoric state, he’d forgotten all about one small fact - she was an earth pony. Balancing on his shoulders and staring up at the ceiling in disbelief, he tried and failed to wrap his head around what was happening.
She gave him no time to recover, jacking him off while rimming him. He’d heard about the rusty trombone before, the somewhat rare sexual maneuver he found himself in, but he’d never been crazy or lucky enough to have it performed on him before. Stifling a whimper, he fidgeted and squirmed as she overpowered him.
Normally speaking, it would take him at least a few minutes to recuperate from a climax - that being said, the situation was far from normal. Growing hard in an instant, his hyper-sensitive stallionhood leaked a cocktail of pre-cum and jizz onto his face. Between her impressive strength, zeal, and the fact that he was getting his ass eaten, a rare treat, he was terrified to realize he wasn’t going to be able to withstand her amorous onslaught for long.
Though he was somewhat annoyed by the development, he quickly threw in the towel and stopped his squirming. She obviously wanted to milk another load out of him for some reason or another ~ so why shouldn’t he just cut loose and enjoy himself? With his pulse racing, he welcomed his impending release with open arms and a smile plastered on his snout.
It may have been a bit unceremonious to give himself a facial, but it didn’t bother him in the slightest. He quietly grunted and opened his mouth, doing what he could to catch his seed in his maw, while she gradually relented. As she shuffled back and eased his legs down, he swallowed his load and peered down at her.
“Happy?” he rasped.
“I just have one more thing to complete your outfit,” she noted, rising up to her full height.
Slipping his hands behind his head, he contentedly sighed and closed his eyes. While it was a little weird that she’d immediately go back to focusing on the latex suit he was trying out, she was free to do as she liked. They’d both cum at least once, he didn’t have to worry about cleaning any of the mess, and he’d hopefully be leaving with his costume completed.
The sensation of something cool and unyielding snapping around his coin purse and semi-flaccid length tore him from his reverie in the blink of an eye. Struggling to sit up, he looked down his chest and watched as she locked a chastity cage on his package. He’d thought they were finished with the depravity, but he’d been wrong - very, very wrong.
She ignored his face as she bent his legs and clipped his ankles to the back of his thighs. The buckles on the suit, the ones he’d assumed were purely for decoration, made their purpose known. Attempting to roll onto his side, she stepped over, took him by the wrist, and clasped his wrist to an anchor at his shoulder.
As he went to protest, she sweetly pressed a finger to his lips. “Sssssssssh - just relax…”
“Relax?!” he croaked. “How am I supposed to relax if -”
“Trust me,” she interrupted, “you’re gonna have fun.”
She gave him a pat on the head before finishing up, securing all of his limbs and ensuring he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Though he could still technically move, the most he’d be able to manage would be to walk around on his elbows and knees. The good news was that he wasn’t that uncomfortable, having extra padding on the exterior joints of the attire - the bad news was the revelation that he was stuck in the bitch suit.
“There you go,” she mused, standing up and strutting around him. “You comfy?”
“Kinda?” he groused, twisting his head to get a better look at himself.
She smiled down at him, she pulled up a chair and seated herself. “Such a good little colt. If you behave, I might have a reward for you…”
The mention of a reward piqued his interest, but not as much as the sight of her marehood. Leaned back and with her legs spread, she beckoned him over to her slavering pussy. Seeing as how he was essentially trapped in the suit, had a cage locked on his junk, and was with a mare he’d egregiously underestimated, it only made sense to see how deep the rabbit hole of her perversions went - at least that’s what he told himself.
Moving one arm and then the opposite leg, he awkwardly walked over to her. Her ass was still leaking his jizz, but her pussy, with the exception of his fingers, hadn’t gotten nearly as much attention as it deserved. He glanced up to her face and winced, feeling his chastity resist his hardening dick, while he crept closer to her loins.
“Good colt,” she purred, running her fingers through his mane. “It’s time for your meal.”
She guided his muzzle down while she lifted and placed her legs on his shoulders. He should have been angry and quite possibly concerned, yet his arousal clouded his judgment. There’d been very few times when someone - anyone had knocked him down a peg and taken away his control, but be darned if she hadn’t done so with style. Keeping his eyes on her face, he opened his mouth and drew his tongue between her meaty lower lips.
Clamping her thighs to either side of his head, she twisted her nipples as he ate her out. “So good…”
All things considered, in spite of the bewildering circumstances, things could definitely have been worse - sure, he’d been effectively hobbled, his stallionhood strained fruitlessly against its cage, and he was essentially at Coco’s mercy, but he was too turned on to be worried. Never in his life had anyone exerted such control over him, and he loved it. Lapping at her snatch and keeping his eyes on her face, he felt himself leaking pre-cum to the floor.
Hearing her hitched breaths and watching her writhe, he doubled down and fixated on her clit. No matter what was going on in her head, quite possibly getting off to having subjugated him, she was driven to and beyond the brink. As she locked her legs around his head, holding him tight and preventing him from escaping, she baptized his face with her orgasmic spray.
He gulped down what he could, cherishing every drop of her essence, yet it was too much to handle. Struggling to free himself, he coughed and sputtered when she released him. He wasn’t upset, nor was he particularly bothered by being coated in her juices, although her release did make him the slightest bit jealous. Peering up at her with pleading eyes, he crawled back when she stood.
“Awwwwww ~” she cooed, “you want some relief?”
“Y…yeah,” he muttered, feeling more powerless than ever.
Giving him a pat on the head, she crossed to a storage cabinet, reached inside, and fetched a strapon. He knew what the contraption was at a glance, and the sight of it filled him with glee and apprehension in equal measure. When she’d mentioned relief, he’d thought she’d remove the chastity from him and give him another go at her - regrettably, her machinations were far more depraved.
As she casually applied some lube to the silicone length, she crossed to him and knelt down behind him. “Present…”
He obeyed her without question, dipping his chest while raising his hips. What in the hay was going on? He’d gone from fucking her ass to being treated like a bottom-bitch in no time flat - a twist which robbed him of the ability to think clearly. Peeking back at her, he flicked his tail to the side.
She wasted no time whatsoever, slipping the toy into him and plowing him with little restraint - worse still, she pulled on his tail and gave him the periodic slap on the ass while rutting him. Her domineering demeanor, the angle of her plunges, and his helplessness proved a disastrous mix, leaving him to bleat like a bitch and sling pre-cum from his cage. Thrust after thrust, she crushed any resistance he had in the same way that she was crushing his p-spot.
It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before he came. His rapturous, almost marish squeal sounded alien to his ears as he glazed the floor in his spunk - still, she didn’t relent. Changing the angle of her plunges to better demolish his prostate, she fiercely held his hips and jackhammered into him from behind.
She was a beast, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and he was her prey. His first climax was followed shortly after by a second, then a third and a fourth, reducing him to a gibbering mess. His surroundings, that time it was, and his purpose for paying her a visit were lost, while he fully surrendered himself to the unfathomable pleasure of being conquered.
He couldn’t say how long she ended up screwing him, having weaved in and out of consciousness, but he eventually awoke in a puddle of his cooling jizz. Hearing a voice - no, two voices somewhere beside him, he wearily lifted his head and looked over to the side. Standing just a few feet away, chatting as if there wasn’t a suited, cum-slathered, stallion in the room, stood Coco and Bitsy, his coltfriend.
“He’s all yours,” Coco hummed, handing the fluffy-maned pony a leash and a key.
Following the lead, Maple realized that the strip of leather was connected to a collar around his neck. “B…Bitsy?”
Bitsy smirked down at him and tugged on the leash, prompting him to get onto his knees and elbows. “You know, I like this outfit more than the Power Ponies one you were going to get before.”
“Wait ~ really?” he wheezed, drawing a giggle from Coco.
“Sure do - in fact, I think I’ll keep you in it for at least the rest of the night,” Bitsy snickered, turning and trotting to the door. “C’mon!”
Instinctively following after his lover, Maple sensed his pulse quicken. Bitsy was incredible in bed, regardless of whether he was topping or not, and he was absolutely certain that the charming, attractive stud’s stallionhood would feel exponentially better than a cold, lifeless length of silicone. As he wandered behind his paramour, he smirked over at Coco. Yeah, he was definitely going to have to find a way to pay her back someday…
