A low, mechanical rumble echoed throughout the cave Midnight patrolled. Although she wasn’t quite sure where the ambient noise was coming from, she didn’t really care. The batpony had a job to do down here – deep in one of the lower parts of the dungeon where she could thrive. Stalking through what looked like a mineshaft, Midnight silently pursued a pair of mares who now found themselves at a junction in the dimly lit corridor.

“You're sure it's left?” the unicorn whispered to her partner about their next move. Concern and caution muted her volume as anxiety scrunched her expression. Her horn still bore a magic-suppressing ring that the masters had undoubtedly placed there to mitigate any unwanted spells, and a silver-studded, standard red collar sat around her neck, showing the pony’s willingness to be used freely within Clocktower’s walls. “If it’s a dead end, we'll… You know what they’ll do, right?”

Not wanting to attract attention either, the earthpony companion hissed her reply in a harsh, yet restrained voice. “Right is just going closer to the masters again! Do you want to go in their direction?” An identical collar clung to the second mare of the duo. The studs weren't a surprise around these parts. In fact, they were mandatory for those who wished to enter the Lower Mines.

Unfortunately for the escapees, their quiet deliberations had not been quiet enough. Midnight’s bat ears heard every word, and she was not roaming the mines as a submissive. She was here as part of the scene, and that scene called for a creature of the night. Black paint surrounded her eyes, and a cloth-covered chain wrapped around her foreleg. The preparations kindled her primal instincts and ensured that her tool made no sound when carried.

“N-No!” the unicorn snapped at the rhetorical suggestion.

The earthpony’s eyes widened, and she swiftly replied with a sharp “Shhh!”

The panicked notes tumbled off the rock walls, which made their sources jitter in terror. The collared mares looked around nervously after making such a commotion, checking to see if they had alerted any chasers.

Midnight froze. She became only another shadow in the darkness while the runaways continued to scan the path. They noticed nothing. Midnight may have been a large pony, but this abyss was a batpony’s element. As long as the light was dim enough, no sunpony would ever catch her.

They are prey, and you are the hunter.

Having decided on their best option, the mares soon turned to the left side of the fork. Little did they know that it was already too late. A whoosh of displaced air yanked at their manes and coats as Midnight landed in between the couple. Piercing screams of terror bombarded the stone corridors before the scraping sounds of scrambling hooves joined the score. The batpony would not afford the fugitives a single scrap of freedom.

With one smooth motion, Midnight uncoiled the chain from her limb. She slammed the first end clasp around the heart-shaped ring embedded in the unicorn’s collar, forcefully binding the frightened mage to the dooming links. The targeting order bought the earthpony an extra second to contemplate her getaway, but she hadn’t created enough distance. Midnight strategically placed her hoof to make the deserter stumble, and the brief moment of imbalance provided the window needed to clasp the other end of the chain to the mare’s collar.

The manoeuvre held no room for error. If Midnight had missed the heart-shaped rings, the earthpony could have prolonged the escape. While one recess of the hunter’s brain found playing with the prey appealing, tracking down parties all night grew tiring, and extending the assignment with a captive in tow would have been a pain in the ass. Thankfully, she didn’t miss.

“Where do you two think you’re going? Down!” Standing on the chain, the batpony smirked as she watched the shocked mares lower themselves to the ground. Midnight tilted her head toward the unicorn when she didn’t receive a prompt answer. “I asked a question, slave.”

“P-Please! D-Don’t take us back there.” The unicorn cowered, letting out a few pathetic mewls, but she was unable to hide the look of raw need in her eyes.

Midnight showed a fanged smile and gently brushed a hoof over her captive’s cheek. “And what will you offer for me to do so?” she asked gleefully, having already heard this speech more than once tonight. With all the previous encounters, she had just given her prey menacing stares or rebuttals, but the temptation to abuse those silver studs grew with each outing.

“I, uhh, well…”

“Don’t do it, Glitter!”

Midnight was upon the earthpony within a fraction of a second to press the defiant mare’s head into the dirt. “Were you given permission to speak?” she growled while using the sub’s hair to gain additional purchase. “Perhaps I should teach you a lesson before returning you to your masters.”

Having brought a few items if the opportunity arose, the batpony tossed her saddlebag to the floor and moved to rummage through her equipment.

It was at this point that the unicorn noticed something she probably should have left unsaid. “Y-You have lashes! P-Please! You know what it’s like—”

“SILENCE!” Midnight snarled. She spun around and glared at the mage as a biting edge usurped her voice. A serious timbre bled through as well, which the hunter hadn’t intended to reveal, and the impact drove the unicorn to cower even more.

“S-Staircase,” she stuttered through the confusion that was etched onto her pleading greyscale eyes and frowning face.

Immediately reeling herself in, Midnight took a deep breath to compose herself. The safeword was meant to slow a dom down if a scene was getting a little too intense – something the batpony now chastised herself for. She hadn’t meant to expose her insecurity about the marks on her flank, but it came out regardless.

“Up, both of you,” Midnight commanded, making sure she toned down her body language to not push either of the two over the line again. The saddlebag was swiftly strapped back around her barrel, and she pulled the pair through the tunnel system. The chains lightly rattled each time the trio passed another junction, indicating that the escapees didn’t quite recognize their route. Midnight knew exactly where they were going and exactly where the slaves belonged. After all, this was hardly the first time she’d been down here. She was absolutely made for the role of a menacing hunter in the dark, and the missions made easy money that would help fund her own Clocktower escapades.

Soon, they arrived at a large central cavern where more ponies milled about. Some pulled carts, while others had been locked in cramped cages. All of the busy submissives were kept under the watchful eyes of supervising dominants, who ensured their slaves behaved beneath the artificial, magical lights. Midnight hoofed off her catch to a new handler, and the pegasus flashed a grin that made it clear he planned to subject the caught, chained runaways to some delicious, punishing work.

“Back already, huh?” commented the sturdy stallion dom who oversaw the mining pit’s operations. His purplish-grey eyes locked onto the mare’s frame, and he swatted some dirt from his bronze-coloured coat. “You usually play with your prey before dragging them back here—”

“Shut it, Steel. I told you the last time to just get on with it. You owe me a brand and three lashes.” Midnight ground her teeth as she tried, once again, to pry her payment from the stallion without a fuss.

“Want me to add it to your flank?” he teased, receiving a cutting scowl for his efforts. Steel defensively held out his hooves when Midnight stomped closer, and he quickly waved his master phaser to assuage the mercenary. “Point taken. Point taken!”

Halting her stride, Midnight eyed Steel as he added the promised charge to her balance, which clocked the hunter’s account at a healthy eighty-eight and put her close to the tool’s maximum charge. Accounting for the brand and lashes she had stored on Wing’s body, the batpony’s Clocktower finances were looking strong, and that restored a proud smile to the mare’s face. “See? That wasn’t hard at all. Thank you.”

With that, Midnight turned to leave, but Steel halted her in her tracks. “Hey, Midnight! Before you go”—he absentmindedly brushed his dark brown mane—“try to remember that you’re not the only switch in the society. Despite my ribbin’, there’s nothing to be too ashamed about. Quite the opposite, if you’ve found a pony who can fluster a girl like you, then he must be something. Maybe there should be some introductions. Either way, you shouldn’t let it get to ya. For what it’s worth, if ya plan to listen to anything I’ve said, my top advice is to unwind with a massage.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll think about it,” Midnight sighed, her shoulders sagging under the weight of the stallion’s sensible points. She gave him a nonchalant wave with one of her wings and started walking. “See you around, Steel.”

“Sure thing! Pleasure doing business,” he called out while she made a beeline for the concealed staff elevator.

The exit was the only true way out of the shafts, and its existence was shrouded in a veil of secrecy. Protected by optical and barrier enchantments to blend into the rock wall, the door required either an encoded mask or a special badge to operate. The coordinators only moved slaves through that were sedated or sensory deprived, and the result was that all the subs believed there was a way out of the Lower Mines through the labyrinth of tunnels when there had never been one.

Slipping through the camouflage with her credentials, Midnight boarded the elevator and began her ascent. She leaned against the rear panel of the car and adjusted to the bright interior lighting while her mind wandered. You know he’s right. You’re letting this get to you, which doesn’t even make any sense. Wing already gave you an out. You chose not to take it.

She sighed. Images of their last session flooded her memories. After getting put in nearly every humiliating position possible – after getting teased and whipped – she still owed the pegasus some devious payback. Then again, he had also shown her genuine care and kindness in those final moments, so perhaps she would delay unleashing her most diabolical scheme for now.

Another idea took shape. Soothing in its own way, the new plan would require delivering a new set of instructions to Wing, and it made good on Steel’s advice. Perhaps something relaxing is in order.

Waiting on the Clocktower side of the submissives’ portal, Midnight prepared to retrieve Wing the moment he entered the society. She hummed a tune as she looked over the arriving mares and stallions, each of them giving the masked batpony plenty of space as they carried out their own plans. Midnight had gotten there extremely early, knowing her target’s habits when things pertained to their rendezvous and tardiness. He would never risk being late, and that meant she had to stop him from slipping into the prep room before she got her hooves on him.

Besides, if anypony is going to dress him up, then it shall be me.

Wing staggered through the open, crimson-glowing gate and shook off the brief disorientation that came with portal travel. Midnight smiled as she watched her pegasus, and she quickly stood up to make her way over. The lavender-hued flier didn’t even notice the approach. He didn’t catch the soft rattle of the collar she had prepared, either. Instead, Wing nearly jumped out of his feathers the instant Midnight draped one of her leathery appendages across his back.

“Good evening, cutie~”

“Midnight?” Wing’s eyes darted to the source of the serene voice before he glanced at one of the clocks hanging from the wall. He sighed in relief when he confirmed that he hadn’t messed up his arrival time, which drew a giggle from the towering batpony.

“Just making sure I caught you before you got ready. I have something special in mind for you today.” Midnight smirked, pulling Wing aside to present the collar. It matched the one he had worn when he played her pet – with the notable addition of the mare’s winged-dagger cutie mark stamped into the leather. “I’m sure you’ll remember this command… Kneel.”

Wing shuddered, splayed his hind legs wide, and dropped onto his hocks right there in the entrance hall. He planted his forelegs in front of his chastity cage and bared his neck, which allowed Midnight to wrap the collar around her obedient boy. The fact that he had moved swiftly even in the presence of others only amplified her grin, and she bolstered her joy by securing her gift with a padlock and by snapping a leash onto the collar’s ring.

“Stand,” Midnight demanded. Wing promptly followed the order, getting up from the awkward sitting position and lowering his head. He followed his mistress as she pulled the pegasus to a nearby prep room that had been reserved at the batpony’s request. Inside, a chest had been stocked with all of the items the mare needed, and she bit her lower lip in anticipation of exposing the stallion to her extensive choices.

“Mistress?” Wing asked curiously after Midnight put him right at the center of the room. His tail flicked and his hind legs twitched as the sequence of surprises stoked senses of eagerness and urgency in the corralled Shadowbolt. “What is it you wanted to do today?”

“Patience, my dear. Down.” She smirked when Wing obediently followed the command and dropped to the floor without a single show of defiance. He even lowered his head while she turned around to investigate the stack of drawers. A maid outfit was the first thing she produced, and it was quickly placed in front of the pegasus. A corset, bridle, cuffs, and wingbinders followed – which progressively drove Wing’s fiery blush to more embarrassing levels. “Be a good girl for Mistress. Put on the dress.”

Wing shivered again, and he huffed as he felt his caged cock revolt against the plastic. He shuffled onto his forehooves and replied with a timid “yes, ma’am” before he slipped into the dress. The frilly fabric slid over his body, and he carefully navigated a series of manoeuvres that pushed his legs through the puffy sleeves, worked the material around his new collar, and punched his namesakes through the appropriate slits.

Right as Wing finished putting on the dress, Midnight came in and wrapped the corset around his barrel. She snapped the parts together and pulled the laces on the garment as tight as they would go, acts which drew a flustered squeak from the stallion. The batpony took full advantage of his shock, giving him a quick nuzzle that intensified his rosy hue just in time to have a bridle strapped onto his head.

She advanced her line of attack by cuffing his legs just above his hooves, and she grabbed the wingbinder next. This particular model was more of a wide lace, which needed to be looped around and threaded through a pegasus’ wings before it got tied in a nice, big bow atop a poor pony’s back – a perfect look for good maids.

“There, you look adorkable!” Midnight grinned. She took the leash off the collar and connected it to the bridle while Wing maintained his proper, submissive stance. “Now, I’ve been pent up all week, and – after the day I’ve had – you’re going to help me relax.”

Wing fixed his gaze up at Midnight. His cheeks kept their riled shade of red, and a slight, sheepish smile touched his lips. “Of course, Mistress. A-Anything to please.” He fidgeted for a moment and panted at the feel of the feminine fabrics brushing and squeezing his figure. The embarrassment only mounted, but – Wing’s sights loitered on Middy’s lashed cutie mark – he would do it for her.

After packing some extra gear she had requested into her saddlebag, the batpony led Wing out of the prep room and into the grand hall. Midnight held her head high and snickered in triumph as she paraded her maid down the steps and trotted past numerous creatures, many of whom made it a point to gawk at Wing. That attention only built once she guided the dress-wearing stallion out of the main building and onto the cobblestone streets.

A soft giggle snuck out of Midnight’s muzzle when she felt the leash jerk ever-so-slightly. Have I already got him on edge? We haven’t even reached the first shop…

While the journey had been short to the mare, Wing found it increasingly more difficult to maintain his stride and keep his stare set on his mistress. The weight of the stares and coos coaxed the maid to wiggle his ears, and each brief interaction simply added fuel to the raging inferno that kept his face flushed. After fighting with his emotions for what seemed like an eternity, the duo turned into one of Clocktower’s numerous stores.

A small bell rang as the door swung open, and various aromas hit the pair’s noses as they stepped across the threshold. Rows of shelves carried bottles that spanned the spectra of shape, size, and colour; but all of them possessed an extremely ornate quality.

“Welcome to Le Parfum, where scents are spun. May I assist you, or has your search just begun?” a zebra greeted her new customers. Similar to Midnight, she was wearing both a collar and mask. Though, instead of white, hers was matte black.

“I’ll just browse for now. There are sample bottles for each of the fragrances, if I remember correctly, right?” Midnight asked, getting a nod in acknowledgement.

"Yes, there are indeed, along with paper strips to heed. Simply apply each scent, and test how much you need." The zebra held up one of the small pieces of paper she had behind the counter before turning her attention to some nearby brews and letting Midnight do her thing.

“If it’s your wish, I would gladly assist you with finding the right perfumes,” Wing proposed meekly while sharing a sweet smile with Midnight, who gave the notion some thought.

“A good enough idea. If you find one I like, then perhaps I’ll figure out a reward for you later,” Midnight eventually decided in a singsong voice. Wing silently bowed once Midnight unclipped the leash, and he quickly disappeared into another aisle to start his new quest.

As Midnight meandered through the store, she came to grips with the enormous selection. It wouldn’t have surprised the mare if the zebra running the place told her that they carried every aroma on the market. From scents as simple as the standard rose to one as complex as the bat flower, the options were endless, amusing, and mildly ironic. She didn’t particularly like the smell of her kindred choice, but it marked a noteworthy oddity she’d remember.

Rounding the bend to peruse the next row, Midnight suddenly came to a halt. Her muscles twitched, and her hair stood on end when the faintest tendrils of a familiar fruit yanked her focus directly to Wing. “Not that one!” she barked, her ears flicking as her dilated eyes homed in on his sprayed test strip.

The stallion jolted in surprise, and he popped his head up as high as he could before turning to his mistress. Without delay, he chucked the mango-enriched paper into the nearest scent-neutralising bin, replied with a wide-eyed, profuse apology, and ducked back down to resume his search.

Midnight briefly shuddered as a thought lingered in her mind. I love mangos, but having their smell around me constantly would drive me mad. Regaining her composure, she ventured into the aisle with more esoteric perfumes. Gone were the bottles labelled with flowers or fruits. Instead, she read names such as Lover’s Delight or Submissive’s Creed. Periodic warnings also appeared on the shelves, informing customers that certain fragrances contained powerful Zebran magic.

“Mistress?” Wing spoke softly as he trotted toward the batpony.

Midnight pivoted to see her maid holding his base submissive pose. Three bottles had been tucked under the leading edge of his bound namesake, and he gently retrieved and set each option atop the closest available shelf space.

“So, tell me, what is it you have?” Midnight asked as she eyed the orange, pinkish-red, and icy-blue liquids that the stallion had chosen.

Wing gestured to the orange perfume first. “A sweet peach fragrance, definitely fruity, but not as overwhelming as the other scent that shan’t be named.” Wing kept his eyes fixed on the floor while Midnight took the bottle and acquired her own sample. She had to admit that, while similar, the scent was rather pleasant and didn't trigger the immediate bodily response that mango would generate.

“What else did you choose?” Setting the peach scent aside, Midnight further probed her helpful servant. The maid diligently explained his strawberry and spearmint selections, but – when all was said and done – there was only one worthy choice. Strawberry had been a little too sweet for her taste, and the spearmint lacked something that the batpony couldn’t quite put her hoof on. Regardless, peach perfectly fit her plan, and thus, she purchased the bottle from the zebra shopkeep, who took her payment in lashes.

Quickly reclipping the leash to Wing’s bridle, Midnight pulled the stallion out onto the street. It didn’t take long for the timid tremors to travel down the lead again, especially once other creatures set their sights on her eye candy. She slowed to a halt as they gawked, and a mischievous smile spread across her muzzle. “You did well,” she admitted after turning around to plant a blush-inducing kiss on his cheek.

A delighted squeal burst from his lips, and the clever manoeuvre gave Midnight the chance to spritz around his collar with the perfume.

She let the aroma sit for a moment, rubbed her cheek against his, and took a good whiff of her prize. “And now you smell delightful too,” she purred, giggling as his tied feathers fluttered from the attention.

“Th-Thank you, Mistress,” Wing sputtered, finding it impossible to rid himself of the heat that enveloped his countenance. It didn’t help that the affectionate display and new fragrance only increased the number of stares he received from those passing by.

Still not completely satisfied with her maid’s current state of humiliation, Midnight whirled around and crossed the road with Wing in tow. The next establishment the mare wished to visit was a makeup store, and the pair received another polite hello from the owner as soon as they walked past the checkout counter.

The batpony already had an idea of what she wanted to buy, so she confidently led Wing through the aisles until she arrived at the right section. “Bare,” she ordered upon coming to a stop.

Wing grunted when he instinctively fought the restricting binders. His arousal spiked upon receiving the latest command, and that was immediately apparent to his mistress, who got to observe another round of flickering feathers and a suddenly leaky cage. Once again, Wing got down on his hocks and spread out his hind legs. This time, however, he struggled against the frilly maid uniform and creaking corset as he moved his forehooves toward the dock of his tail.

Midnight smirked at the challenge posed by this position. The tight corset definitely made things somewhat uncomfortable for the stallion, but that suited the batpony just fine. “Since you managed to strike the perfect form, I’m sure you won’t mind if I reward you by using your body to test out some of these products, right?”

Caught off guard by the tease-laden praise, Wing replied with a surprisingly enthusiastic, “Never!” Of course, when his mistress applied black lipstick to the pegasus, his reinvigorated blush betrayed the underlying embarrassment. To make it worse, Midnight had purposefully selected a spot directly in front of a mirror so Wing could see his face change with every product his mistress tested.

Soon, eye shadow ringed his eyes in shades of dark purple while his eyelashes had been done. After getting put on his back and ordered into the Box pose, Midnight took advantage of his accessible hooves to apply some deep purple hoof polish, which finalized the maid’s transformation into looking more like a mare.

“Darling, if you don't mind me saying, your servant is looking rather dashing.”

Midnight glanced toward the white unicorn who spoke as the mage approached. The mare’s purple mane flowed in elegant curls, and a master-crafted dress made of layered fabric of a brighter shade cascaded from her figure. The material twinkled under the store’s lights as if it were embedded with fine crystals, and her face, in turn, was covered by an equally ornate black mask, which put the details of almost all others to shame.

“Well, thank you. He's undoubtedly a cutie,” Midnight answered with a smirk before she took note of the immense redness that painted Wing’s cheeks. “And he clearly loves public praise.”

“Those are certainly hard points to disagree with,” the pony chuckled, politely covering her muzzle to hide the smile that formed. She lit her horn with a blue aura that matched the color of her eyes, and she peered at Wing once mischievous intent tugged at the corners of her lips. “Would you mind?”

Midnight grinned wildly at the thought of putting her servant through such an ordeal. She made some space for the mystery mare to work with Wing before offering permission. “Please, do go on.”

In an instant, the unicorn's aura forced the pegasus to look up at her, and her professional evaluation commenced. “Hmm, black works quite well with all coat and mane combinations, but it is best to go all in with it if you pick it.”

Wing’s frozen expression and utterly flushed face left the impression that he wanted to sink into the ground under the weight of the examination. Midnight completely brushed that off and relished her maid’s fate. She couldn’t have scripted it better. The unexpected doting served icing on the cake and would cement her victory—

Undeterred by the frenzy of emotions, the newcomer carried on with her analysis and interrupted Midnight’s internal celebration. “An alternative would be a light blue colour for both the hooves and lipstick – not unlike those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

“You flatter me,” Midnight replied in a hurry as she dismissively waved her hoof.

“Nonsense, darling! You should be proud of your attributes and physique! My own sub is quite the specimen, but you are certainly in her camp too!”

Midnight succumbed to the rosy heat that spread across her cheeks. She shot Wing a warning look the moment she saw the teensiest sign of satisfaction creep onto his muzzle. “You really are too kind, ma'am,” she sheepishly responded, still waving her foreleg up and down at the behest of the compliments.

“Kindness is my friend’s thing. I am more of the generous type.” The unicorn let a small smile slip onto her lips as she magically summoned a business card. “If you ever find yourself in the neighborhood, then do feel free to swing by. But I fear I have to go now. I have another, previous commitment to attend.”

“Of course, don't let us hold you here. It was a pleasure, Miss…”

“Rarity,” she answered, courteously bowing her head. “And the pleasure was absolutely mine. Ta-taa!~” With that, Rarity turned and left the duo to their own kinky devices.

After taking a few seconds to compose herself, Midnight snatched a tube, jar, and bottle of icy-blue cosmetics to add to her purchase pile. “I guess we’ll be buying these too,” she purred in a teasing timbre that made Wing’s ears quiver.

Midnight and her obedient sub made their way to the cashier to pay for the items before they returned to the street. With Wing sporting polished hooves and a dolled-up face, the comments rolled in while the pair travelled toward the next arrangement for the night. Clocktower’s central hub was only a block away from one of the most popular establishments in the district – a regal building with a spa fit for a princess.

Warm lights basked the lobby in a healthy glow that made the marble tile floor shimmer. A matching countertop, with a Clocktower-appropriate crimson trim, served as a desk for the receptionist, who cast her emerald gaze upon the duo as they entered. The cyan-coated earthpony briefly looked down, and the unseen rustling of moving paper soon prodded Midnight’s ears.

With an exuberant smile, the hostess swiftly returned her full attention to the batpony. “Welcome to the Subservient Spa, Miss Dagger! Your room has been readied in accordance with your request. Have you thought of any changes since you registered that you would like us to make before you enjoy your experience?”

“No, everything should still be good,” Midnight replied before she received an acknowledging nod.

“Then, you and your maid may proceed to Room Seven.” The receptionist gestured toward the hallway to her right. “It will be at the end of the corridor on the left. I hope you love your session, and thank you very much for your business.”

“I’m sure I will,” Midnight stated in a sultry tone, “especially if my good girl here behaves.” The delivery drew a cheerful giggle from the earthpony and made Wing quiver in embarrassment. Of course, the maid obediently trailed behind his mistress when they began venturing through the building. The ambient temperature and humidity crept higher with each step, and Wing gently brushed his collar as the heat swelled under his uniform.

Upon opening the door to Room Seven, new aromas hit Midnight’s nose and swirled around Wing. The mare led her servant inside, and the pair peered around the adequately sized chamber. In the far right corner, a small hot tub emitted wisps of steam that explained the humidity. A stained-oak cabinet sat adjacent to the bath, and the doors had been opened to reveal towels, washcloths, and bowls of assorted fruits. A massage bench, the star finale for Miss Dagger, occupied the center of the space, but it would have to wait.

“Maid, get a bowl with grapes,” the batpony ordered, setting her saddlebag by the entrance before she made a beeline for the hot tub. After some fiddling with the controls, she got the bubbles and jets to turn on, and by the time she settled into the water and moaned to the sensation of the currents raking her back, Wing appeared at her side with a bowl of grapes in his grasp. She expectantly opened her mouth, and the pegasus silently put one of the berries between her teeth.

The spa had refrigerated the juicy treats for this moment, and the dichotomy of the refreshing chill battling against the relaxing tub sent a pleasured shiver down Middy’s spine. Dominant and submissive repeated the feeding cycle several times before a light rapping on the door pulled Midnight’s focus.

A red-collared earthpony poked her head in, but the muscular chiffon-coloured mare didn’t dare step inside until she received permission. “Are you ready, miss, or should I return a little later?”

“Please come in,” Midnight answered through a toothy smile. She stretched her barrel before hauling herself out of the little pool. “Maid, dry me off.”

“Of course, Mistress!” Wing twirled around, placed the bowl of grapes atop a cabinet shelf, and acquired one of the fluffy towels. He methodically rubbed the water from his owner’s fur, mane, and tail with firm, attentive pats.

Inevitably, Midnight stepped away from her maid and sprawled out on the bench once she was dry. She nonchalantly directed Wing to wait in the corner before she beamed at the masseuse. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

Expert hooves promptly pushed knots out of Midnight’s tired muscles. Loud moans exited her open mouth each time the spa attendant uncovered and unravelled another tight spot. Occasionally, the batpony shot Wing a devious grin as he was forced to watch from the sideline. A symphony of deliberately exasperated purrs, mewls, and squeals followed, and she intended to tease the poor pegasus with every melodic note.

After the masseuse tended to Midnight’s back, wings, haunches, and legs, the mare felt as though she were lying atop the puffiest of clouds. Serenity washed over her mind, and a murmured hum coasted through her parted lips.

“Would you like a happy ending, miss?” The worker asked while sneaking glances at Wing.

To his credit, the stallion maintained his obedient silence, but anypony with two eyes could read between the lines of his rigid stance. He tried and failed to hide his disappointment.

She let the question stew for a few seconds before shaking her head. “Thank you, but no, I’ve got that one covered.”

Retreating from the bench, the staff member nodded and departed the room, leaving the batpony alone with her maid. In the wake of the exit, Wing hadn’t stepped from his spot. His namesakes twitched against their bonds, and he looked intently at his totally relaxed mistress.

“Well? You want to prove yourself, don’t you? Go on then~” Midnight smirked as she encouraged her pegasus and motioned for him to spring into action.

Wing required no further invitation. He launched himself behind the batpony, buried his muzzle between her hind legs, and started to lick her folds. His ears perked when he heard the mix of moans and purrs that brewed in his mistress’ throat, and he felt her forelegs grab the legs of the bench once his tongue pushed inside her depths.

“Fuu—”

The needy breath drove Wing to redouble his efforts. He licked, sucked, and nibbled on Midnight’s clit to unleash waves of pleasure that made her shudder in bliss. The pressure kept building while the maid dutifully served his beloved creature of the night. Moans and gasps transformed into squeals and hurled pants that accompanied increasingly vigorous squirming, and Wing knew from the glistening drips that covered his muzzle that he was close to sending her over the edge.

Holding off the blistering inferno burning between her hind legs, Midnight scrambled from the bench and snapped her head around to face Wing. “Mm, wait right there, maid,” she pushed out through ragged breaths before scurrying to her saddlebag. The echoes of her growing need rapidly yanked the batpony to the stallion’s side. Upon fishing a strap-on, suction-cup dildo, and buttplug from the sack, she stared at her servant with a downright impish expression.

Stunned by the shift, Wing opened his mouth to speak, but Midnight shushed him with a preemptive kiss. In its wake, the pegasus found the bulk of the sanitised metal buttplug shoved into his muzzle, its gem-set base loitering just beyond his lips.

“Hold that,” his mistress demanded. She flipped the frills of the maid dress aside and secured the strap-on just above Wing’s caged cock – all while the temporarily gagged flier stood there in aroused shock. Before he could truly register the sensation of the girthy toy taunting his imprisoned member, Wing watched Midnight douse the dildo in lube and jam the suction cup to the floor.

“Bare,” the mare’s order drilled into the sub’s ears, “and don’t even think about pretending not to know where to place yourself. You’re too fucking smart for that.”

Wing shuddered as he fell victim to another saucy smirk. He shuffled over to the spot, trembled as his blush intensified, and slowly descended onto the dildo. He moaned loudly as the object pressed into his ass, and huffs shot through his flaring nostrils as he splayed his hind legs and pinned his wrists to his dock.

Satisfied with the sight of her struggling pega, Midnight turned and presented her own plot. “Now, hurry and push in the plug.”

Wing, thoroughly filled and still huffing, momentarily manoeuvred a foreleg to carefully extract the toy from his muzzle and push the plug into place. His shaft surged against the cage once he set the gem onto his mistress’ flawless figure, and he bit his lower lip as the pressure within him built. “P-Please use your maid, Mistress.”

“Oh, I intend to. I very much intend to~” Midnight purred. Fluid dripped from her winking slit as the buttplug ground against her insides. She pressed against her maid’s chest, roughly rubbed against his frame, and guided more and more of the strap-on’s length into her pussy until she was straddling Wing’s flanks.

“Now, rut me!” she wailed, flexing her hind legs enough to bounce on the toy and drive Wing’s plot down on the dildo.

Leaning back on his straightened forelimbs, Wing obeyed. He rocked his hind legs and groaned as Midnight’s lustful movements made him submit to the brunt of the dildo’s stretching onslaught. His cage looked like a broken faucet as his pent-up, insatiable arousal produced a string of desperate whimpers.

The batpony moaned and wailed in response. Wing’s thrusts, and her rocking, stoked the fires within her heart. His efforts elevated her notes into emphatic cries. She wrapped her legs around him and squealed as she reached her climax. Her gushing release coated the slicked toy and poured over her maid’s leaking nub.

Midnight did not stop riding, at least, not yet. She clung to Wing and bombarded his neck and shoulder with panted breaths that spurred another round of helpless groans. Still, Wing did not stop thrusting into his mistress, either. He kept pushing until a pool gathered beneath them and she slunk down on the strap-on with an elated sigh.

After a few moments, Midnight staggered to her hooves. “You… can get… up now,” she gasped, listening while Wing let out a sigh of his own.

He struggled to get off the dildo, and his legs wobbled from enduring the entire ride in the Bare position. Nevertheless, he tried to quickly overpower the weakness so he could support Midnight. The obedient servant gently nuzzled his mistress, and a sheepish smile gradually formed. “You might have overdone it,” he whispered, drawing a chuckle from the giddy mare.

She draped one of her wings over his withers as a reward and flashed a cheeky grin. “I thought you'd enjoy fucking me silly, in a manner of speaking. I hope that cage isn't getting too tight~” Another snort escaped the amused batpony once the flustered Wing looked away. She planted a kiss on his cheek and melodically mused, “I will look forward to your revenge, but, for now, I think I’m going to take my sweet time parading you around~”

Author's Note

"Wing's definitely the best girl~"

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