Author's Note

~~I totally didn't forget to put this chapter out because I was playing Runescape~~

Contains: Kittygirl Maid Lightning Dust, different kinds of musk, Rainbow Blitz being malicious, Imminent gangbang, and locker room nonsense

Day 29 - Master/Pet (Rainbow Blitz/Lightning Dust)

“Gosh I hate this, Meowster! When this is over I’m, like, totally gonna strangle you!”

Lightning Dust’s words didn’t match his loud, chipper voice or wide, forced smile at all. And especially not the outfit he was wearing, a nice lacey pink maid uniform and a pair of adorable cat ears.

But, to Rainbow Blitz’s delight, the uniform and words also didn’t match the large, throbbing erection stretched past the hem of Lightning Dust’s skirt. And he knew that, no matter how much Lightning wanted to cover himself up, his hands wouldn’t be moving from lifting that hem to show it off.

But still, Rainbow Blitz still shook his head at the outburst as he walked around behind his maid, clicking his tongue. “Now that isn’t very Neko Maid of you, is it Dusty?”

Rainbow Blitz’s words sent a jolt through Lightning Dust’s body, the stallion feeling himself automatically forced into an embarrassed catgirl-esque pose. “Of course not, Meowster!” He blurted, his voice growing even more sickly sweet than before. “Dusty-wusty is so vewy sowwy~”

It took several seconds before Lightning Dust was given back control, slamming his hands down to his sizes and working his mouth as if he was trying to get a bad flavor out of it.

Rainbow Blitz just laughed. “Thaaat’s a good kitty.” He grinned as he pat Lightning Dust on the head, an act that the stallion bashfully leaned into despite himself. “But how about we actually put you to work?”

The very mention of working for his master sent another jolt through Lightning Dust, his body once again adjusting itself though this time to a ready, obedient pose. He held one hand in a sturdy salute, though his other hand teased along his still erect shaft.

“Let's start with something easy!” Rainbow Blitz grinned, kicking up a jockstrap from the floor and tossing it over to Lightning Dust. “Just clean the locker room of all the Bolts’ jockstraps, and you’ll get a treat!”

Despite himself, Lightning Dust smiled as he immediately got to work. It was such an easy task, there were only a few Wonderbolts after all, and he’d already cleared Rainbow Blitz’s jockstrap off the list. That treat was his, whatever it may have been, and all he had to do was find the rest of the… decidedly musky and sticky underwear.

And as Lightning Dust continued to collect, reaching under benches and into lockers, his nose continued to be assaulted by a tantalizing musk that only grew with each jockstrap he threw onto the pile. After a while he held over a dozen jockstraps in his arms, each shedding a slightly different kind of smell to be sniffed, from Soarin’s light and airy musk to a truly pungent odor from Silver Zoom.

But the last pair of underwear made Lightning Dust drop the collection he’d made. Just by the entrance of the shower room lay a fiery red jockstrap, still warm and glistening with cum. Unable to stop himself, Lightning Dust shoved his snout into the cup and inhaled, breathing in a spicy, earthy scent that got his shaft throbbing to an achingly full erection.

Walking up behind him, Rainbow Blitz snickered. “Looks like you found your treat~” He said with a large, beaming grin. “That’s Spitfire’s jockstrap, if you couldn’t tell. He heard you’d be swingin’ by, so he made sure to pump a load or two into it.”

Still huffing the discarded but well used underwear, Lightning Dust breathed out a moan.

“Smells good, huh? Trust me, it’s better from the source.” Rainbow Blitz waggled his eyebrows, a cocky grin sliding across his face. “For your next task, why don’t you wear that jockstrap on your face and jerk off while telling me how much you love the Wonderbolts?”

Lightning Dust moaned out again as he slipped the jockstrap fully around his head, breathing in deeply as his hands found themselves wrapped around his shaft and started stroking feverishly. “I’m such a Wonderslut! I can’t stop jerking off to my Wonderbolts masters! I love how much more studly they are than any of those sissy Washout losers!”

Reaching around Lightning Dust from behind, Rainbow Blitz wrapped his own hands around the sissy stallion’s erect shaft and stroked it along with him. “What do you think you’d do if you were in a room full of these sexy Wonderbolts, Dusty?”

Lightning Dust shuddered from just the thought, his cock jumping from both that and the feeling of Rainbow Blitz’s rough hands. “I-I’d worship e-every single one! Esssspecially meowster Blitz and Spitfire!”

With a smirk, Rainbow Blitz broke away from Lightning Dust briefly, instead moving to tug the sissy maid along by his collar as he slowly exited the locker room.

“Today’s your lucky day, loser.” Rainbow Blitz said as he dragged the musk drunk sissy down the hallway. “You’re about to get exactly what that little cock of yours craves~”

The two broached the doorway at the other end of the hallway, entering into the Wonderbolts’ state-of-the-art weight room. There the two stallions were greeted by the watchful eyes of almost a dozen Wonderbolts, all clothed but with bulges that strained their flight suits and ached for freedom.

All but one.

Spitfire stood proudly in the center, completely naked with erect shaft arching powerfully into the air. His hands rested on his hips, a cocky smirk on his face as he swayed those hips and watched Lightning Dust’s eyes follow his cock as it shifted back and forth.

While Lightning Dust was distracted by cock, a now naked Rainbow Blitz sauntered up behind him and pressed his own erection along the stallion’s back. “Dusty, now you’re gonna get your wish. Your next task is to service every single stud in this room, startin’ with me and Spitfire~”

And Lightning Dust’s mouth began to water. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than Spitfire’s crotch pressed into his nose as the stud fucked his face.