Cobalt sighed as he trudged through the dark Manehattan streets. He was clad in some of his every day clothes; a blue hoodie, and matching trousers with his cutie mark on the pockets. While usually the dead of night would be his normal guard shift, tonight the thestral was on a personal patrol through the abandoned residential section of town. A friend of his, a deer named Laurits had gone missing, and had last been seen walking with purpose into the abandoned area a couple days ago. The place was usually quiet, but some of the few remaining residents of the old, soon to be demolished row of apartment blocks had complained of strange sounds and smells, and so he’d decided he needed to give the place a look, to see if he could find where his friend had vanished to.
His foots steps seemed loud in the dark, empty streets, though perhaps that was due to his tail ears. His emerald green eyes made seeing in the moonlight easy, so the absence of streetlights didn’t bother him too much. The prospect of breaking into some of the abandoned apartment blocks made him uneasy, however. There were rumors of chemical spills, but while he doubted they were much more than that, there was something in the dark that was making his fur stand on end.
Shaking himself, Cobalt sharply reminding himself that he needed to do a more thorough search, check in a few buildings, the like. Laurits wouldn’t just be sitting in the street, he’d likely be in shelter. He was a smart deer after all. This was easy stuff, and he was well trained. As he turned down a street corner though, he felt a… pressure, in his chest. A warm heat, which he couldn’t quite place.
Cobalt left the sidewalk, flapping over and gently pressing his back against the gray, towering concrete walls of some nameless apartment building. He took short breaths, trying to make himself quiet and still as possible. Cobalt took an experimental sniff, his tall, fluffy ears flicking as he tried to detect any sounds. His instincts were rarely wrong, but this time felt, strange. The heat that had started in his chest had started to shift lower, and as his nose twitched, he detected the faintest hint of… rubber?
Above the oblivious bat, a tall figure looked down. He tugged gently on his black, latex glove, his smile wide as he stared down at his new target. The deer hadn’t been lying, the bat was a cute one, and he could just feel the submissiveness radiating from him, waiting to be brought out by the proper stallion. With a quiet chuckle, the pegasus pulled away. Tonight was going to be fun.
Cobalt looked up, the scent vanishing as a light breeze ruffled his blue fur. He could’ve sworn he had heard someone. He held his breath, squinting to try to see any hint of movement, any left over signs that he was being watched, but there was nothing but concrete and quiet. He sent a chirp through the air, wincing as the attempt at echolocation immediately slapped his ear drums. He whined and rubbed the long fluffy things, huffing to himself.
“Stupid bat, all these reflective surfaces, and you think it’s gonna be that easy?”
With another huff at himself, Cobalt peeled away from the wall and continued down the street, keeping his eyes narrowed and his wings tight against his body. His throat felt dry as the heat trickled down, centering between his thighs. He increased his pace, rubbing his suddenly tight pants and trying to focus his brain on why he was here.
‘Come on you, you’re looking for your missing friend. Now is no time for horny! Just think about Laurits. His cute, squishable face, his smooth, slender waist, his thick, fuckable… gah!’
Cobalt flapped forward a few paces, his cheeks flushed crimson. He jammed his hands in his pockets and scanned the apartment blocks, unsure why he was suddenly so horny. His nose twitched, and he again detected the scent of rubber, but he ignored it this time, instead focusing on what he could see and hear.
He was immediately rewarded as a loud groan filled the air. His ears turned toward his right, and his head followed. He’d ignored the apartment, thinking it looked in too good of shape to be broken into, but as he left the sidewalk and pressed his ear against the ramshackle wooden door that had replaced the main entrance, he heard another loud, somewhat familiar groan.
Cobalt took a step back, eyeing the door up and down. He wanted to be quiet, getting the drop on whoever was trapping Laurits was important if he wanted to successfully escape with the deer. His first though was the hinges, but checking those, he found them in good shape, barely worn with age. Next he looked to the lock, and found that it was shiny, and looked brand new. His muzzle curling, Cobalt checked around him before darting around the side of the building, scanning for a broken window. While there was nothing on the first floor, there was one on the second that was completely blown out. Cobalt flapped his wings and dove inside, landing carefully. Luckily, the floors were made of stone, and with his sneakers, it was easy to move without a sound.
Cobalt crept out of the gutted apartment and into the hallway, glancing left, then right. With a squint, the bat could make out a staircase leading down. A muffled groan crept up the staircase, so Cobalt took off with quick steps, eager to track the sound before Laurits’ kidnappers silenced him further. He jumped down the center of the staircase, flapping his wings once to halt his fall. It wasn’t a perfect landing, however, and he grunted, stumbling slightly and falling to one knee.
He froze, his ears twitching as he listened for any sounds of alarm. After a moment of quiet, he was met by another soft moan, and he let out a sigh of relief, getting to his feet and creeping into the first floor hallways. Had he looked up he would have seen the tall pegasus peering down, his eyes a glow and his hand over his muzzle, suppressing a giggle. The bat was a clever little thing, if sloppy in his execution. As he crept down after him to get into position he wondered faintly if the bat would put up a fight.
Cobalt held his breath and paused as he turned a corner. A beam of light poked out from a solitary window, the door next to it also a-glow in a soft orange light. Even from a distance, Cobalt could tell that both the door and window were out of place. While the rest of the building was dusty and visibly torn through by scrappers, this door and window were miraculously intact. Much like the lock, they looked brand-new, and Cobalt faintly wondered if the two were somehow connected. The longer he stood in place, however, the more the rubbery scent filled his nostrils, flooding his senses with its delectable taste. He swayed in place, sure that he could taste rubber on his tongue, and what was worse was the heat in his groin returning with gusto, the heat radiating to fill his body, and cloud his brain.
Cobalt panted and shook his head, trying to ward off all of the intoxicating thoughts suddenly filling his head.
Submit… Boss…
With a huff, Cobalt thought about Laurits, picturing the deer in his mind. For some reason the slender deer was clad in a tight red, rubbery suit that showed off his every curve, but it was enough to put Cobalt back on track. Rubbing his pants and trying to will his trapped erection down, he snuck forward, hugging the wall as he neared the window. Staying as low as he could, Cobalt gripped the edge of the windowsill and slowly eased himself up, keeping his ears pinned back so make sure he didn’t cast a shadow. He squinted, his eyes adjusting to the warm light quickly. As soon as he could see, his jaw dropped, and his pants grew instantly tight once again.
The room was incredibly clean, with every surface shining in the orange light. Cobalt felt his tail lash as his eyes combed over the room’s contents, however. A rack on one wall held a wealth of different sex toys and restraints, with a large bed sitting in the center of the room, it’s sheets just as shiny as the rest of the room. As he stared and drool started to fill his mouth, he realized that his nose was filled with the scent of rubber. Everything, the furniture, the sheets, the walls themselves, everything was made of latex. He stared long and hard at the restraints, his mind fantasizing about a tall, strong pegasus, clad in rubber, strapping him down and using him any way he…
A moan broke the bat from his fantasy, and his eyes flicked to the corner of the room. His mouth grew dry, and his eyes widened, with alarm, with envy, he wasn’t sure. In the corner of the room, sitting in a tall, black, rubbery chair, was a purple unicorn stallion. A tight, red suit clung to his body, and Cobalt inched up, trying to get a better view. He squinted, noticing that the purple unicorn seemed to be covered in rubber, even his hair seemed to shine. A soft ‘plap’ sound caused his ears to flick, and Cobalt’s attention drifted to the deer bouncing in the stallion’s lap.
Laurits wore the same red suit and black gloves as the unicorn, his exposed fur similarly shined like the room around him, likely from sweat, as he bounced up and down on a cock as thick as his arm. Cobalt swallowed dryly as he watched the lithe deer pant as he pulled up, the cock dripping with juices, before slamming himself down with a soft moan, his belly distending outward. The purple stallion adjusted his glasses and chuckled, one hand bracing Laurits’ rump, while the other caressed the deer’s cheek.
“Good boy, enjoying my cock are you?”
Laurits bobbed his head, slamming himself down on the stallion again. The purple stallion clicked his tongue and gave the deer’s rump a firm grope, taking a handful of ass-meat and squeezing it with a squeak that seemed to echo in Cobalt’s ears, making the bat flinch and let out a quiet, envy filled moan.
“Use your tongue, Mirage, I haven’t fucked that out of you yet.”
“Y-yes!” Laurits gasped, his pace not slowing for a second. “I’m enjoying your cock, Boss!”
The purple stallion grinned, and as Laurits started to drop again, he gave a thrust upward, making the deer squeal with delight.
“Good boy. You’d better love the dicking I’m rewarding you with.”
He rubbed at his crotch, biting his lip as he watched the lecherous scene. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a little voice screamed that he needed to be diving in, snatching Laurits away to safety from this mysterious… kidnapper? Had Laurits actually been kidnapped? If the show he was watching was any indication, he wasn’t so sure, especially since a large part of him would do anything to trade places with the deer…
Laurits let out a particularly loud cry and a spurt of shiny purple liquid dribbled down his cock. The purple stallion chuckled again and used his finger to catch the stuff, forcing the soaked fingers into Laurits’ waiting mouth. The deer eagerly sucked and licked the stallion’s fingers as he hummed with delight, a wicked smirk on his face.
“We’re going to have to train you to cum only on command, sweet little slave. I won’t have you making a mess of things, I already have to deal with Slipstream cumming all over the place while I fuck him. Speaking of…”
Cobalt ducked down as the stallion’s eyes locked with his. He covered his muzzle with his hand, even as the stallion spoke.
“It seems our Slipstream is going to be making quite the mess with our uninvited guest. Come in little bat, there’s no place to hide, not with all of that submissiveness clogging up the air.”
Cobalt felt a wave of horniness overcome him. He panted softly, a hand sneaking into his pants to gently stroke his cock. Deep in his chest he felt a need to obey his boss, to simply strip bare and follow any orders he was given. Perhaps it was the fear still managing to cling on now that he was discovered, or perhaps it was the displeased click of the tongue that let him know he was on thin ice, but the bat managed to rip his hands free and he rolled away from the window and to his feet, sprinting down the hallway.
He briefly considered the stairwell, but decided against it, bolting straight for the front door. He was already discovered, noise wouldn’t matter now, and while he wasn’t some muscular dominant hulk, breaking through doors was included in his guard training, and he was sure he could break down the flimsy wooden thing.
Cobalt skidded as he turned a corner, and he slammed into the wall, stumbling and falling to his knees a few steps down the hall. Panting hard, he took deep breaths through his nose, trying to recover enough to keep moving. He… he just had to get out. Get to a guard post, bring back a squad. Then they’d rescue Laurits, and question the strange purple stallion about his rubbery lair. Maybe even ask him if he did appointments…
Cobalt shook that last thought away and looked up, smiling as he spotted the door just down the hall. A noise at his back put fresh panic into him, and he crawled forward on all fours, too panicked to realize getting up and running would certainly be faster.
As he crawled closer, he heard a low chuckle start from the end of the hall, causing him to freeze. An orange light flicked on just before the door, and a tall, shiny figure smiled in the low light. Uncrossing his arms, the figure peeled away from the wall where he’d been leaning and stood before the door to freedom with his hands on his hips. The low lamplight reflected off the stallion’s shiny, red suit, and Cobalt gulped, crossing his legs to prevent his member from doing anything to betray him further. His flight had done nothing to quell his erection, and now on his hands and knees before a muscular, tall, imposing pegasus clad in rubber that filled the bat’s senses, he couldn’t quite figure out his options, wasn’t truly sure why he’d been running in the first place.
The stallion let out a snort, his teal eyes meeting Cobalt’s scared green gaze.
“Come on cutie, is that anyway to treat our boss? Disobeying orders, peeping on the boss’s buisness?” He took a step forward, his large wings sending a palpitation through Cobalt’s heart. “At least you’ve remembered your position. Bass will like that.”
“P-position?” Cobalt squeaked.
The stallion chuckled and he moved forward another step, then another, the rubber of his suit squeaking his he moved. Cobalt remained frozen in place as the tall pegasus moved, slowly approaching him. His member screamed to be let out, straining his pants for all its worth, and more and more, Cobalt wanted to let it.
“On your hands and knees, before your master, of course,” the pegasus said, his smile shining in the orange light. “The only position really, for a cutie like you. Aside from on your back with cocks rammed in both ends of course.”
Cobalt squeaked again, his brain misfiring as he grew flush. The last remaining resistance in his body managed to seize hold of his tongue, and he blurted;
“Y-you need to move aside! I-I’m a royal guard, a-and I need to call this in!”
The stallion tilted his head, his rubbery wings flapping lightly as he continued forward, the distance between them no more than a more steps.
“Are you sure? Because I think I know what you actually need. Would you like to hear what that is, my cute little bat?”
Cobalt continued to quiver, his rump hitting the floor as his hands covered his crotch. Why wasn’t he doing anything? He needed to run, to get help for Laurits! It was the pegasus! He was just, too hot! That powerful stride, those wide, rubbery wings, the crimson suit that covered every muscle of his chiseled, sexy body. He… he couldn’t focus. Why was he even here? He’d… he’d been…
He felt a rubber clad hand under his chin, and he felt any resistance melt as his eyes were guided up. He was met by a swirling gaze, where he fully lost himself as the pegasus smiled. It was the smile of a stallion that knew he’d already won, and as Cobalt huffed in the stallion’s delicious scent, as his hands fell limply to his sides, and he opened his mouth, panting lightly, wondering and wishing about what the stallion would do to him, he knew that the pegasus was right. Any fight in his body was gone, he… he just wanted the pegasus to tell him what to do next.
The stallion above him was happy to oblige.
“I think you need to lick my boots, don’t you cutie?”
Cobalt’s head tilted slightly in confusion. Boots? Not his thick, rubbery covered cock? As he continued to stare into the stallion’s eyes, however, his confusion and questions faded. Boots… yes, that was right. Anything the pegasus told him was right. Who was he to question. He bobbed his head slowly, swaying in place.
“Y-yes… I need to lick your boots…”
The stallion chuckled, and he released Cobalt’s chin.
“Well?”
Cobalt gave another nodded before bending over. His eyes were locked on the pegasus’ thick, black rubber boot, and he pressed his nose against it, willingly drinking in its delicious scent. He let out a happy sigh as the smell seemed to finally relax his body, the tension flowing away as it filled him from ear tip to tail. Drool dripped onto the pegasus’ boot just before his tongue ran across its smooth surface, slowly climbing up until he paused, looking up at the stallion. The pegasus’ smile was warm as he gave Cobalt an approving nod.
“Go on, make sure they really shine. I know you like the taste of master’s boot.”
Cobalt hummed, finding himself in complete agreement as he again stooped, dragging his tongue up and across the wonderful rubbery boot again and again, his tongue learning to properly worship the rubbery flavor that threatened to overwhelm his tastebuds. He heard a chuckle as he continued to lick and slobber on the pegasus’ boots.
“You don’t even know my name, yet here you are, licking my boots. You’re going to be a fun one cutie, and while the boss calls me Slipstream, you will call me Master, am I clear?”
Cobalt gave Slipstream’s boot one last lick before looking up, bobbing his head.
“Y-yes, Master Slipstream. I- I’m Co-”
A finger pressed against his muzzle, and Cobalt squeaked. Slipstream’s smile took on a mildly vicious glean as he twirled his finger.
“Lesson one, cutie. Turn around.”
Cobalt crawled in a short circle, looking up over his shoulder at his new master. He then let out a loud yelp as the pegasus’ rubbery hand smacked his plush rump.
“Slaves do not ask questions. Slaves obey. Is that clear cutie?”
Cobalt bobbed his head again, his cheeks flush and his member rock hard.
“Y-yes, Master. B-but-”
Cobalt moaned as a second spank hit his rump again, and he heard a chuckle. Warm, smooth fingers wrapped gently around his throat as Slipstream draped himself over his body, pressing down against his back.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Cobalt moaned as the pegasus nibbled his ear, his other hand groping at his crotch, fondling his cock.
“Y-yes, Master.”
Slipstream gripped his cock tightly before pulling back, the tight, rubbery sensation not leaving Cobalt’s throat.
“Crawl. Bass will want to have his fun with you.”
Cobalt felt a tug on his throat, and he looked down to find a black collar around his neck, with a leash leading into Slipstream’s hand. The pegasus grinned down, and his boot gently nudged Cobalt’s butt, motioning him forward. Blushing furiously, Cobalt did as he was bade, crawling through the apartment blocks dark halls, his ears filled with the sounds of Slipstream’s squeaking steps and his own needy panting.
Slipstream made sure the somewhat demeaning crawl took its time, giving Cobalt a tug anytime he tried to move too quickly. Had the apartment building not been abandoned, Cobalt imagined there would be rows of ponies watching him crawl along like the rubber-clad pegasus’ pet. As things were, his cock remained hard, even as a furious blush filled his cheeks.
They stopped before the apartment door, the orange glow still filling the hallway, and the sweet moans still filling Cobalt’s ears. He looked up nervously to Slipstream, who smiled down and patted his head.
“Don’t worry cutie, Bass understands nerves, and he’ll especially understand once he gives you a look over. It’ll probably only be a light punishment.” He winked. “Hopefully the boss is kind enough to let me distribute it.”
Cobalt squeaked, blushing and watching as Slipstream knocked on the door. The bat’s ears flicked as he heard the purple stallion’s voice.
“Come in.”
Slipstream gave Cobalt another grin before opening the door and giving his leash a tug. The bat quickly followed, blushing and staring hard at the floor. He heard a pair of shared chuckles, blushing harder as Slipstream closed the door. He quickly found that blush growing for a different reason. He’d thought having his muzzle buried in Slipstream’s boot had been an enlightening experience, but now that he was in the purple stallion’s rubbery lair… The floor was a rich black, and bent slightly beneath him. The scent of rubber was all around, filling his nose, filtering through his clothes and soaking into his fur. He… He could feel almost as if he was becoming rubber, it was everywhere! He’d thought it was just some sheets laid down, but everything was made of rubber, and as he looked up toward Laurits’ moans, he realized that it wasn’t just the room.
The shine he’d thought was perhaps sweat was instead the deer himself. Laurits was rubber. As was the purple stallion, and a glance back at Slipstream found the teal pegasus much the same, his braided mane made of thick, shining pieces of rubber. Cobalt gulped as Slipstream chuckled and nudged his rump with his boot again.
“I think the new cutie just figured us out, Boss.”
The purple stallion hummed, and he held Laurits’ chin, his eyes glowing a spiraling green.
“How did you enjoy the dream I gave you last night Mirage? Did you enjoy having my thoughts as yours?”
“Your thoughts, our thoughts,” Laurits and Slipstream dutifully replied.
The purple stallion hummed and smiled, patting Laurits’ rump.
“Good boys. Keep going my slutty little deer. The only way you cum is bouncing on my cock.”
Laurits grinned and nodded, his bouncing only increasing in pace as he continued to drip the purple liquid, a puddle already formed on the rubber beneath the chair. Cobalt felt himself stiffen as the purple stallion’s eyes drifted toward him, holding him in place with those piercing, swirling eyes.
“Bring our intruder to me Slipstream. Let me see him.”
Cobalt hesitated as Slipstream gave his collar a tug, but he did crawl forward, stopping at the purple stallion’s feet. A black-clad hand roughly grabbed his chin, and yanked him up, putting his head at level with Laurits’ mad bouncing. Cobalt whined as the purple liquid splashed onto his muzzle. It smelt of rubber, and the purple stallion smiled, tilting his head this way and that.
“My name is Bass Canon, to my boys, I am “boss” or “master”. To you, I am not referred. You have not earned the right to say my name or my titles, and have, in fact, been a very naughty stallion.”
Cobalt felt some part of him wither and shy away at those words, and he could feel tears spring to his eyes. Bass gave him a mildly warm smile and ran his fingers over Cobalt’s eyes, wiping the budding tears away.
“None of that, you have just been a very rude bat. Tonight was about playing with my Mirage, and you’ve spoiled it by interrupting. For that, you will be punished, and harshly. But-” He gently bopped Cobalt’s nose. “-Mirage here tells me that you are friends?”
Laurits bobbed his head, moaning as another glob of liquid rubber flung itself onto Cobalt’s nose.
“F-friend, bat! C-cute… s-soft… breedable” Laurits grinned evilly.
Bass patted Laurits’ head, and the deer continued his bouncing, moaning more and more as he continued fucking himself on the purple stallion’s cock. Cobalt’s nose twitched, and he stared at that glorious member, wondering how it tasted. He felt another stroke of envy as he watched Laurits save that thick length inside his tailhole. Bass Canon chuckled and with a flick on Cobalt’s nose, dragged his attention upward again.
“Mirage calls you friend, that offers a touch of leniency. Slipstream, what are your thoughts on our uninvited guest?”
Slipstream straightened up to attention, his eyes lustfully staring at Cobalt’s rump.
“I think he’d make an excellent slave for you boss. I didn’t even need to hypnotize him and he’s already licking my boots and calling me ‘master’. I think he’d fit in well.” He chuckled. “Or, we’d fit well in him.”
Cobalt squeaked, and Bass laughed, finally releasing his chin.
“He is a cute one, and he does make such noises.” The purple stallion tapped his armrest, staring down at Cobalt appraisingly, then looking to Laurits, his grin widening as he watched the deer fill himself with cockmeat over and over, before finally looking to the eager Slipstream. Bass rolled his eyes and sighed, holding his head.
“Slippy dear, he must be punished! He has intruded on my games, he denied orders, and he was being a little peeping tom! This aside from the fact that I did not pick him out, nor draw him here. I can’t know if he’s proper slave material, I will not take him.”
Cobalt again wilted, and he felt the motion matched, if much more mildly, in Laurits and Slipstream. The deer’s pace slowed just slightly, and Slipstream let out a slight whine.
“But Boss, he’s so cute! He’s already hopelessly under your spell, and he’s got such a fuckable butt!” He strode forward and grabbed a handful of Cobalt’s rump, drawing a moan from the bat. “Just listen to those noises, and you won’t even have to play with his dick at all! Just lock that up in his bulge and fuck those cute noises out of him!”
Bass Canon’s muzzle dropped to an even look, and his eyes glowed.
“My thoughts are your thoughts.”
Laurits and Slipstream both immediately repeated, with Cobalt mouthing the words, swaying as he stared into the purple stallion’s eyes.
“Your thoughts are our thoughts.”
Bass Canon nodded slowly.
“Good boys. Do not question me.” He trailed off, looking down at Cobalt, who still swayed slightly, watching Laurits as his moans became higher pitched and needier. Bass smiled and let out a light snort, shaking his head. “But… I suppose you have a point Slipstream. But I will not take him tonight. We shall keep an eye on him, and I shall decided if I will take him, is that clear? Mirage here was chosen by me and he had to earn it. Your cutie here does not get to skip my process.”
Slipstream bopped his head, a wide smile on his face.
“Of course Boss! What would you like me to do with him in the meantime?”
Bass looked down at Cobalt and grinned. The bat met his gaze, and gulped, seeing the promise of something incredibly lewd in his immediate future. Bass looked back toward Laurits, bracing the rubbery deer’s flanks and thrusting into him.
“I still want to give my new slave a proper first rutting, but I think he wants to have a say in how his friend’s future turns out, doesn’t he?” Laurits bobbed his head, and Bass chuckled. “Take your pet on the bed, show me those cute noises you’re so enthusiastic about. Fuck him hard and well, and then maybe I’ll consider taking him for my own.”
Cobalt gasped as Slipstream gave a rough tug on his collar, stalking forward and bending over to whisper in his ear.
“Hear that cutie? Hard and well. Now get on the bed, present for me. Think of it like tryouts, you want the boss to claim you, right?”
Cobalt’s eyes flicked between Bass and Laurits, who moaned, nodding his head at Slipstream’s words. Bass cupped the rubbery deer’s chin in his hand and gave his rump a squeeze.
“Focus on me Mirage.” To Cobalt he said; “You’re not impressing me so far bat. Not immediately answering your master? I’d already have punished you.”
Cobalt yelped as Slipstream’s palm smacked his rump. The pegasus chuckled and nudged him toward the bed.
“He’s just nervous, Boss, I mean, who wouldn’t be? He’s kneeling in front of the sexiest rubber stallion in the world, master of our thoughts and bodies.”
Bass rolled his eyes, but Cobalt noticed the purple unicorn smile.
“Flattery won’t get me to take him, performance will.”
“Yes sir!”
Cobalt yelped again as Slipstream’s hand met his ass again, and his body sprang into motion, crawling forward. Just as he started to stand, Bass clicked his tongue.
“Take those dirty things off! I will not have my bed soiled with anything other than his fluids!”
Cobalt squeaked as muscular hands seized him and flipped him over. He shrank, blushing furiously as Slipstream loomed over him. The pegasus stroked his cheek with a rubber hand, making him shudder.
“You’re a little too nervous cutie, don’t be afraid. Just look into master’s eyes.”
Cobalt immediately felt his gaze raise, and he felt relaxation fill his body as Slipstream’s glowing green eyes filled his vision with spirals. Any thoughts of hesitation vanished as he stared deep into the rubbery pegasus’ gaze. Slipstream smiled and patted his cheek.
“Good boy. Now strip for me, slowly.”
Cobalt nodded.
“Yes, Master.”
He got to his feet, and Slipstream removed the collar around his throat. Cobalt faintly missed the tight choker, but he did as instructed, kicking off his shoes and starting with his hoodie. Moving with careful slowness, he tugged the blue hoodie over his head, his face reddening as Slipstream let out a low whistle as his abdomen sat briefly exposed. As he pulled his head free and gave his mane a shake to clear it from his eyes, Slipstream nodded toward a spot on the floor. Dropping his hoodie, Cobalt repeated his motion with his shirt, moving with aching slowness as he pulled it up, and over his head. Another whistle was his reward, as well as a warm, smooth hand on his chest floof. He squeaked, then moaned softly as Slipstream’s hands explored his exposed chest, feeling over every inch.
“He’s got some good tone under all this fur,” Slipstream said, one of his hands gently seizing Cobalt’s neck and pulling them nose to nose.
“Mirage did mention he was a guardspony, not like that was ever going to cause us trouble.” Bass’ eyes roamed up and down the bat. “Continue. He does cut a nice form, but I’m still not impressed.”
Slipstream hummed, staring into Cobalt’s eyes. The blue bat stared back, falling deeper and deeper into the pegasus’ swirling gaze, his mouth opened just slightly as he felt more relaxed. Why wouldn’t he after all? It was natural to be standing half nude with his master. It was right that he was being groped, handled as nothing more than his master’s toy. It was his duty… wasn’t it?
Slipstream chuckled.
“Just a little resistance in there. Good, that makes it more fun.” He held up the collar, letting it dangle from his fingers. “Now slave, would you like your collar back?”
Cobalt bobbed his head and opened his mouth to reply, only to be pushed backward onto the bed. He grunted as his wings naturally flared out, softening his landing onto the crimson rubber sheets. Slipstream’s fingers worked the collar around his neck, and he gasped as the pegasus gave his leash a yank.
“The answer is, “whatever my master wishes”. I could tell you were about to say your opinion, but you don’t have any opinion. My thoughts are your thoughts, am I clear?”
Cobalt nodded, squirming in place.
“Y-yes Master! Your thoughts are my thoughts.”
Immediately Cobalt felt more at home, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed both Laur… Mirage and Bass nodding their heads, the latter grinning and rolling his eyes. Slipstream loosened his pull on the leash.
“Good boy. Now, let’s get these off of you.”
Cobalt let out another squeak as Slipstream’s fingers seized the waistband of his pants. A chuckle sounded from his right, and he looked toward Bass, who shook his head, tapping his fingers on the side of his head as he stared back.
“You squeak more than all my boys combined, and you aren’t even being plowed yet.” He hummed appreciatively. “Perhaps that could be your duty, my loyal boot polisher. Permanently on your knees, making sure we all squeak just as much as you.”
“He’s already got practice with my boots.” Slipstream slowly pulled Cobalt’s pants and underwear down. As he exposed his crotch, Cobalt’s cock sprang free, standing like a tall, throbbing and needy flag pole, earning yet another squeak from the blue bat. Slipstream tugged Cobalt’s pants free from his legs and stood back, his hands on his hips as he appraised the nude bat pony. “He’s not quite as thick as you, Boss, but…”
“”It is a mildly impressive length,” Bass sighed, sounding almost bored, though Cobalt could’ve sworn he heard the slightest hint of envy. “I should put that in a nulge just to make sure you don’t have the temptation to ride it. Your ass is mine to fuck Slipstream.”
Slipstream chuckled and nodded, his rubbery cheeks showing the first blush Cobalt had seen.
“Yes sir, yes it is.”
He rubbed his crotch, and Cobalt’s eyes widened as a thick cock easily thicker than his own sprang out from his crimson suit. Slipstream grabbed Cobalt’s legs and pushed them up, exposing his tight, and already flexing asshole. Cobalt squirmed as the pegasus stared at his taut blue tailhole, then squirmed even more as Slipstream’s lust-filled gaze met his. His grin was broad as he spoke.
“This, however, is going to be mine for today.”
Bass hummed in agreement.
“Indeed. You may begin.”
Cobalt gasped as a pair of slick fingers suddenly slid into his ass. He let out a low whine as Slipstream wiggled his fingers around, loosening and slickening him up. He supposed he should’ve seen the warm up coming, but some part of him still hoped that the rubber covered pegasus would simply just ram his rod into his tailhole, stretching him out, making him submit properly to his master.
He didn’t have to wait too long.
Taking only a few precious moments to make sure Cobalt’s hole was ready, Slipstream withdrew his fingers and seized Cobalt’s hips, guiding his thick cock into place and steadily applying pressure. Cobalt continued to squirm, his whines shifting to moans as his tailhole strained to accept Slipstream’s cock. The moment stretched as the pegasus pressed and pressed until all at once, several inches of cockmeat slipped deep into Cobalt’s body.
The bat let out a cry of pleasure as his stomach bulged and his cock twitched, the first bead of pre-cum leaking out, showing clearly just how far Slipstream had managed to penetrate. The pegasus chuckled and his hand traced the bulge on his stomach.
“Not bad cutie, but if you think one thrust was good, wait until you feel the second.”
“How does he feel Slipstream?” Bass asked, forcing Mirage down onto his lap, letting him take a breather and watch.
“Tight.” Slipstream gritted his teeth and wiggled his hips, making Cobalt moan as the cock shifted inside him. “He’s still making those adorable noises though.”
“Loosen him up for me, give me an orchestra to plow my deer to.”
Slipstream let out an affirmative grunt, and Cobalt felt his fingers instinctively curl around the rubber sheets, moaning and gasping as the pegasus said a steady, firm pace, slowly easing more of his thick member into the bat’s tailhole with each thrust. Every third so he would let out a high pitched squeak, earning a smile from the pegasus filling him, and making him blush. One hand left its grip on the sheets as he tried to cover his muzzle, but Slipstream stopped him, guiding the hand back to its former resting place. The pegasus loomed in Cobalt’s face and he planted a gentle on the bat’s muzzle before tugging his collar, making him gasp.
“Don’t you dare stop those noises pet,” Slipstream growled. “In fact, just because you dared tried to hide them, I’m going to fuck you even harder.”
With a wolfish grin, he pulled away, and Cobalt immediately curled his fingers tighter, his tailhole flexing around the pega’s member. Slipstream withdrew until his massive cockhead pulled against Cobalt’s tailhole. Cobalt’s head shot back and he squealed as the pegasus suddenly rammed his full length into the bat’s ass, bulging out his belly and making a jet of pre-cum spurt from the bat’s ignored member. Slipstream chuckled and resumed his previous pace, this time deep-dicking the bat with each thrust. Cobalt’s tail gave him the perfect handle to yank himself deeper into the bat, their hips meeting with a loud squelch.
“That’s better cutie. Go on, sing for the boss.”
Cobalt moaned, panted, squeaked and squealed, his cock leaking furiously as Slipstream’s hips met his plump ass, rocking his thighs with each loud plap. With each thrust, Cobalt felt himself loving it more and more, his nose drinking in the scent of rubber mixed with his fluids. His previous existence, all his memories, his job, it all meant nothing as he was plowed by the tall rubber stud. This was his true purpose, and as the rough rutting continued, he grew louder, trying to clench his tailhole with the pegasus’ thrusts to give him a more pleasurable experience. He was after all, Slipstream’s slave. How could he not try to look after his master’s pleasure? He looked to his left, and found Mirage doing the much the same. The deer was once again steadily bouncing on Bass Canon’s cock, moaning almost in time with the blue bat being plowed beside him. Mirage stared into Bass’ eyes, a green glow passing between the pair as the deer moved.
Slipstream grunted with appreciation, and in one smooth motion, he scooped Cobalt up to his chest. Pulling out the bat, Cobalt squeaked as he was flipped over, then cried out as the pegasus’ massive cock was unceremoniously rammed back into its new home. Slipstream put him back on the bed face down, then laid over his prostrate cocksleeve, holding tight as he used the new position to drive his member in even deeper, pounding the bat’s prostate.
“Look at you, finally in your proper place,” Slipstream huffed. Cobalt tried to shake his head in an act of defiance by the last resistant portion of his mind, but Slipstream grabbed his cheeks, forcing his gaze up into Slipstream’s glowing eyes. He melted as the pegasus grinned. “Oh yes cutie, you can’t deny it. You’re in your proper place now, with my cock balls deep in your ass. You’re proper place is my cocksleeve. I can see your thoughts dear.” Cobalt shivered as Slipstream nibbled his ear. “You came here looking for our lovely deer boy, but it took you no time at all to fall to your knees and submit to the boss’s will. You were meant to be here, are meant to be beneath me, serving. Say it.”
Cobalt bit his lip, hesitating, but with another firm thrust and a harsh smack on his ass, he bleated out; “Yes! I’m meant to serve, it feels so good! Please don’t stop master, I need your cock, I need to be filled!”
Slipstream hummed at his words.
“And you’d do anything to keep being my cocksleeve, wouldn’t you? Give up your career, your freedom, your very name, all the thoughts in that cute head of yours? You’d bow to our boss, knowing you would be nothing but a submissive, rubbery slave?”
His mind held no more resistance. The combination of the rubber beneath him, the strong, rubbery pegasus above him, and the thick, rubbery cock pounding his insides, shaping them to make the perfect cocksleeve, it was all too much.
“Yes, yes, yes! I’d give anything, everything to be your rubber slave! Take it all, I’m yours. Just please don’t stop!”
Jeday grabbed his ass, roughly groping it.
“Good boy.”
Cobalt moaned, his eyes seeing nothing but a haze. Rubber fingers grasped his neck, while another hand started wrapping around his cock. He heard a yelp of surprise from Slipstream, however, and he looked back to find Bass groping the pegasus’ rubber ass.
“Bad Slipstream, our intruder cums only from serving, don’t you dare treat him any better. Rewards like that are earned, and he hasn’t even touched two of us.”
Cobalt felt something warm slip beneath him as Slipstream’s hand retreated, and looking down he found Mirage, the lithe rubbery deer giving his chin a lick before grinding his tailhole against Cobalt’s member. The bat moaned, his cockhead poking at Mirage’s tailhole with each of Slipstream’s thrusts, but the deer kept just out of reach, smirking and teasing him, never letting him sink into his target. As a particularly firm thrust pushed Cobalt’s hips forward, Mirage caught the errant cock between his cheeks, giving the bat a gentle squeeze, milking out more pre-cum.
“Slipstream will fuck that load out of you soon Cobalt, now look up. The boss is giving you a chance.”
Cobalt’s gaze turned up and he moaned as a musky, juice soaked cock landed on his muzzle with a thwap. His mouth opened instinctively, his tongue darting out and combing over the thick piece of cockmeat, licking and gently sucking on its rubbery length. Not a thought occurred in his hazy brain other than ‘serve’. Fingers touched his chin, guiding his eyes above the glorious cock and into Bass’ glowing gaze. The purple stallion stared down at him with a smile, his rubber-clad fingers gently stroking Cobalt’s cheek.
“Slipstream was right, you are exactly where you should be. You are a slutty, subservient bat that belongs with his muzzle buried firmly in my balls, so I will give you one and one chance only bat. I am going to fuck your throat until I cum. If you try to stop, or even slow me down, I will let my boys finish, and then you will never see us again. Am I clear?”
Alarm fired through Cobalt’s sex-addled brain, and he moaned, swaying as he stared into the stallion’s spiraling eyes. Bass snorted and tapped the bat’s nose before taking hold of his mane.
“Open, slut.”
Cobalt opened his maw, a string of drool linking the roof of his mouth to his tongue. Bass tilted his head, cooing softly.
“That’s a pretty sight, watch those fangs slut. If you bite me, you’re going to wish we just vanish.”
Without a moment’s more hesitation, Blass plunged the full length of his cock into Cobalt’s waiting throat. The bat gagged slightly at the rough penetration, but with tears in his eyes, he pushed forward, trying to fill his throat fully with Bass’ member. The unicorn let him gag and choke for a moment, letting him struggle before slowly pulling him back. Drool dribbled free of Cobalt’s mouth as Bass pulled out, letting his cock drip.
“Mirage, you may begin.”
Cobalt moaned, leaving his mouth open as the deer finally pressed his tailhole against his cock. With how long he’d spent riding Bass’ cock, it was easy for the slimmer Cobalt to slip deep into him. Mirage chuckled and he timed his back thrusts with Slipstream’s, fully hilting each time. He nibbled Cobalt’s neck, drunk on wicked lust.
“Deep breath cutie.”
Cobalt looked back up to Bass, who stroked his cheek again, nodding. Cobalt took in an audible breath, and then the purple stallion’s cock rammed into his throat again. He again gagged, and tears streamed down his cheeks, but he did his best to focus, tightening his throat and taking what air he could on Bass’ back strokes. The purple unicorn hummed in apparent satisfaction, and he picked up his pace, making the bat slurp and gag, drool pooling beneath them.
Slipstream moaned, slapping the bat’s ass while he yanked on his tail, making Cobalt squeal around Bass’ cock. The purple unicorn huffed quietly, his balls slapping against the bat’s chin as his pace grew faster.
“G-getting close boss.”
Bass didn’t answer for a moment, his eyes closed in concentration as he fucked Cobalt’s throat.
“He is a talented one,” he huffed. “Mirage?”
“H-he’s twitching boss! He’s gonna burst soon.”
Cobalt moaned, his ears bobbing just slightly as Bass’ dick kept his neck straight. The pleasure felt like it had been building forever, but now that the trio was talking about it, he could feel his holes clenching as his balls churned with seed. His legs quivered as he tried to hold on, huffing and licking Bass’ cock as much as he was able, desperately trying to make the purple unicorn cum first. Bass Canon snorted and smiled, stroking his cheek.
“Struggling slut? Don’t you dare cum early, I don’t need Slipstream’s ego stroked. He’s already going to need an extra brain fucking to keep him in line.” The teal pegasus squeaked, earning him a laugh from Bass. “He loves it. Now my dear boys, fuck this bat hard. Show him what being my slave is all about. Cum only on my command.”
“Yes sir!”
Wet squelching filled his ears, and the scent of rubber only continued to pour into his nose, filling his head with its intoxicating scent. Cobalt closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensations as the pair of cocks filled his holes, plunging as deep as they could, while his own filled Mirage’s tight, warm tailhole, the deer expertly clenching, milking the bat’s shaft, coaxing him closer and closer to orgasm. The pressure continued to build, higher and higher, filling his brain mind-washing pleasure. Any semblance of thought was gone, his only focus was on clenching his asshole around Slipstream, and clenching his throat around Bass. Nothing else mattered than the pair of thick, pounding cocks.
Bass let out a few loud huffs before pulling Cobalt’s mane and yanking the bat’s nose to his crotch. Cobalt’s nose filled with the stallion’s rubbery musk, and he felt the cock in his throat pulse, expanding slightly as cum traveled down his throat.
“Cum!” Bass Canon ordered.
The three of them eagerly did as commanded with a shared moan. Slipstream buried his cock in Cobalt’s ass, and the bat squealed as a hot load warmed his insides, his belly quickly distending as rope after rope of rubber painted his ass purple. The cannon shot of cum hammered his prostate, and his own cock unloaded into Mirage, the deer braying as he was similarly filled with hot semen, spurting his own load of hot rubber over the bat’s chest.
In his throat, Cobalt sucked as hard as he could as Bass filled the other end, his cum filling the bat’s stomach with spunk. Bass didn’t let the whole orgasm dump into his belly however, pulling out and rubbing his length, sending some of his load on Cobalt’s tongue first. The bat savored the taste, eagerly holding it on his tongue. The taste of rubber filled his mouth and Bass chuckled, patting his cheek.
“Swallow, slut, and then close. I wish to see something.”
Cobalt swallowed obediently, then closed his muzzle. He closed his eyes as Brass stroked his length, slathering his face in more of the warm, creamy load. Each spurt sounded like raindrops as they spattered onto Cobalt’s face, and the bat found himself in love with the sound, hoping desperately he’d be able to hear it again and again. Bass let out an appreciative hum as he used his magic and smeared the hot rubber cum around into a mask. Cobalt felt the stallion’s load start to sink into his fur, feeling almost as if it was changing his skin into…
“I can imagine this rubbery face pressed into my boot… What do you think Slipstream?”
The pegasus slapped Cobalt’s ass as he caught his breath. “I think he fits right in boss, and we need a fourth if we’re gonna put Mirage in this position.”
“Or you,” Bass countered with a lust-filled grin.
Slipstream blushed, his fingers kneading Cobalt’s plump rump. “Y-yeah boss, o-or me.”
Bass continued grinning at him for a moment, his eyes promising such a fate before he looked back down at Cobalt, the bat still waiting with eyes shut, his face shining and warm. The purple unicorn let his magic fade, and the rubber cum returned to normal, hanging in thick globs from the bat’s fur.
“I’ll need to think on it. Mirage I’m not finished with you.”
Cobalt dared cracked his eyes open, and he immediately found himself captured in Bass’ glowing gaze. The purple unicorn stroked his cheek affectionately with his gloved hand, then whispered;
“As for you, slutty little bat, you may sleep…”
Cobalt moaned softly, and his vision darkened. He collapsed into the pool of fluids beneath him, and he fell asleep, surrounded by the scents and sensations of warm cum and rubber.
