Reared up on his hind legs, Wing leaned against the wall directly opposite the entrance to the submissives’ locker room. His canvas saddlebag had been plopped on the floor between his hooves, and he peered through his mask at a couple of ponies who giggled at him before they ducked into the facility and out of sight.

“That’s at least two dozen,” he commented quietly as his feathers ruffled. A slow sigh crept through his nose. During his time serving as Midnight’s maid, a surprising number of creatures had seen the pegasus getting paraded around by the batpony – and then managed to recognize that he was said maid.

The mask affixed to his face offered little reprieve to the physicist, but it also meant that he was well within his rights to unleash his vengeance upon the gorgeous mare for her transgressions. Mischief slithered across his countenance with an impish coil, and his heart raced when he caught sight of Midnight trotting down the hall. Wing pushed himself off the marble, scooped up his saddlebag, and marched forward to intercept his sub.

When Midnight spotted the stallion, she smirked and pressed closer. “Copying my playbook?” she snickered while giving Wing an affectionate, reciprocated nuzzle.

“Kinda,” he admitted, shifting to sneak a kiss on her cheek while his forehoof lightly brushed her neck. “I won’t put you on your knees here, but you gave me quite the special accessory last time. I plan on repaying that kindness. You also won’t be needing the prep room. I have everything for tonight’s session already packed. I hope you don’t mind. I selected a bit of a formal affair.”

The mare’s ears perked. Her tail flicked, and her leathery wings fluttered at this mysterious revelation. “Formal, hm? Well, doesn’t that mean I’m underdressed for the occasion?”

Wing responded with a thoughtful hum. Moving his hoof to rub the underside of her chin, he formed a beaming smile and explained, “Oh, I can assure you that there is nothing to worry about on that front. I’ve got it all taken care of.” Not wanting to delay their fun any longer, he pivoted to stand at Midnight’s side and draped his feathers over her back.

The batpony grinned at the nerd’s smooth manoeuvre. “My my, Master is being extra bold.” She purred upon feeling his wing squeeze her side and locked her stride to his pace. When the pair ventured into the extravagant main entryway, Midnight didn’t bat an eye, but once Wing turned to escort her up the enormous stairwell, she briefly pursed her lips thanks to her rising curiosity.

Unlike the ground level, the upper floor kept the lavish decor even beyond the archways. Gleaming, glossy marble greeted ponies from every direction, and the elegant banners and tapestries injected some color. Connected to the corridor through a carved, wooden archway, a dimly lit expanse awaited Wing and Midnight. He slowed to a stop before crossing the threshold and gestured toward an easel that sat in the middle of the path.

Midnight flinched when she read the words printed on the mounted, gilded placard.

~Clocktower Art Gallery~
Debut Special Exhibit
Wing’s Whisper

For the first time since Wing painted the lashes over her cutie mark, Midnight felt the rising swell of anxiety. An undercurrent of arousal stirred the emotional torrent, and she fired off her question in a short huff that made the stallion chuckle. “What are we doing here?”

Stepping forward, Wing positioned himself in front of the taller mare before he rummaged through his saddlebag. He pulled out a white collar that matched the one the batpony usually wore. However, just like the upgrade Midnight had given her maid, Wing produced a new collar that was stamped with his atomic-orbital cutie mark – along with a golden padlock that bore the same etching.

Middy shivered as the strap wrapped around her neck, and she glanced down at the dominant pegasus while he made sure that the new accessory was snugly fit. Smiling when the lock clicked shut, Wing rubbed her cheek with his hoof and explained, “You did tell me that you were looking forward to my revenge. This is it. Come along now, Priceless. I have quite a lot of work to get done before the main event, and you’re the star of the show.”

He gently tugged on the collar’s metal fitting, slung his saddlebag onto his back, and pivoted around to step into the gallery. One by one, the overhead lights turned on, illuminating a long corridor – a constructed canyon – with walls of floor-to-ceiling windows that provided views of the public dungeon areas on the lower level.

The glass funneled entrants toward the centerpiece exhibit, and with every step, Wing drew Midnight closer to her fate. Polished steel tubes rose from the floor and bent inward at their tops to create an abstract cage. A wider gap in the tube spacing faced the entrance of the gallery – perfect for guiding the batpony inside and garnering future views.

Every so often, the mare’s focus wandered to peek through the glass panes, but she’d inevitably catch her reflection and swivel her head to face Wing again. He hadn’t bothered with a leash this time around, and yet, she followed him without resistance. When he walked beneath the shimmering construct, he stepped to the side and cast a mischievous expression her way.

“Take a look around. I had this built just for you, Midnight. Every beam, every grommet forged into the sturdy frame, every ring”—his hoof pointed in numerous directions, highlighting the smooth holes and anchors evenly spaced up the length of each bar—“and the spotlights!” On cue, a set of six crystals fastened to the metal surfaces bathed the center of the cage in a serene glow. “Your wingpony will make sure you shine.”

The batpony’s breathing quickened as her keen gaze devoured the details. Her heart thumped and her muzzle reddened after his words sank in. “Wha.. When the fuck did you even do this? How did you even convince the managers to let you build this? Wing, this is—”

Thundering forward, the stallion hurled a commanding stare at Midnight, clutched her collar, and yanked her into a kiss. He growled as their lips met, and his hoof meandered from the band around her neck to her mane. He held her there for a moment, closing his eyes and waiting until the affection made her melt just a bit. “I’ve been too lenient if my sub is questioning her master already. Move to the center of the circle. Orient your body so your broadside is facing the opening, and assume the Down position.”

“Y-Yes, sir,” Midnight stammered after succumbing to the grit that usurped his voice whenever he got serious. She shuffled to the middle of the cage, peered at the gap so she could face the proper direction, and lowered her body to the floor. Wing’s saddlebag plopped to the ground beside her flank, and she grunted when the pegasus suddenly straddled her back and slid forward so his knees ducked under her leathery appendages.

He grabbed a small trinket from the canvas sack and dove into her gorgeous mane with his forelegs. Within seconds, Wing began braiding her hair with an astounding degree of familiarity. His hooves worked deftly, pulling happy hums from Midnight that accompanied the soft motions, and when he finished styling her mane, he secured the end of the braid with an elastic tie.

“I have a little sister,” he answered the unspoken question before the mare even opened her mouth. Wing scoured his bag of equipment while the response drew a quiet chuckle from Midnight. He plucked long bundles of thick purple cord from the container and tossed the strands in various directions.

Each pattering of twine hitting the floor made the batpony’s ears perk and turn. Her head pitched several times as her slitted eyes examined as many threads as she could before Wing firmly gripped her braided hair and tied one of the cords to it. He grinned at the way she shuddered beneath him, and he swiftly snatched another bundle of rope.

Utilizing the metal rings on Midnight’s collar as starting points, Wing began to weave a crisscrossing harness around the mare’s chest. His hooves explored her fur and extracted a fresh round of purrs that persisted while the physicist proceeded with his plan. He carefully pushed the long strands beneath her barrel, and he was happy to receive some added assistance from Midnight, who lifted herself off the ground just enough for him to make the process much easier.

The stallion, being a natural flier, paid close attention to how the ropes formed diamond patterns around the bases of her wings. He made sure that there were no pressure snags that would cause an issue in the near future, and he continued looping the cords until the motif extended all the way to Midnight’s dock.

His forehooves raked her thighs, and he snickered at how the mare was already dripping with need. “Mmhh, we’re going to have to take care of that,” he teased, completing the first phase of the binding by winding the cords around her inner thighs and over her haunches. Wing gave her plot a playful slap once he finished tying a few knots. “Good thing I came prepared. How does the ropework feel so far?”

“Hmpfff, such a tease,” Midnight softly grumbled in the wake of the single spank. Heat spread over her cheeks, and she tilted her muzzle in a feeble attempt to keep her embarrassment hidden from her master. The magnitude of the setup seemed to inhibit the bat’s typically feisty quips, and she answered Wing’s question with a surprisingly shy timbre. “Snug, but comfy.”

“Perfect. Now, do be a good girl and fold one of your forelegs, whichever one you think will be the most comfortable for the long haul.” The pegasus prepared another length of rope as he gave the instruction. He watched Midnight bend one of her limbs, and he promptly shifted to that side so he could roll her over just a smidge.

Once again, Wing made use of the fittings in the standard Clocktower apparel. A strapped cuff served as leverage to bind the bent appendage. Wing rapidly strung the loose ends of the cord through the woven harness, pulled the lines taut, and looped the strands between Midnight’s wrist and upper leg. After applying six more windings to tighten the connection between the cuff and shoulder, Wing tied some more knots to the main harness to ensure that Middy wouldn’t be getting any use out of that leg for the duration of their session.

He retrieved three more items from his saddlebag and turned his attention to Midnight’s hind legs. Thick cuffs were locked around her ankles, and a steel rod was clipped into the cuff rings to serve as a spreader bar. The stallion took hold of another rope, coiled the cord around the bolt, and tossed the ends toward the beams.

Wing hummed as he eyed the mare’s wings. He had a few options tumbling around in his brain for addressing the pesky limbs, but several of those solutions could have generated safety concerns that he didn’t want to take. Eventually, he folded the appendages and wound cords around both of them with just enough tightness to achieve a suitable restraint. The dominant scientist anchored the rope ends by integrating the strands into the diamond weave, and when the step was finished, Midnight’s ability to fly had been thoroughly stolen.

Quivering from the ropes squeezing against her figure, Midnight quietly moaned. Her hind limbs wiggled in a preliminary exploration of the spreader bar that kept her ankles apart, and she grunted as a fresh wave of arousal lit a fire between her legs.

“Don’t worry. I have something extra special prepared for you that I’m sure will make you very excited.” A giddy giggle burst from his muzzle when Wing started rummaging through his pack again. A joyful note emerged when he found what he was after, and he slid in front of the batpony before holding up a bottle with his namesake. “This is Wing’s Whisper.”

He shook the container side to side once Midnight’s gaze fell upon the frothy, latte-coloured liquid. When Wing popped the cap, the elixir fizzed, and the mare’s flared nostrils were immediately bombarded with the aromas of chocolate and cinnamon. “I’ve been working on this little gem since I got back from camp. It’s my very own Clocktail, and I think you’ll find the effects very well suited for a roped-up bat destined to be on display. Time to open up.”

Staring at the glass bottle drawing closer to her muzzle, Midnight fashioned a nervous smile. “You made a Clocktail, hm? Wh-What exactly does this one do?” Her voice carried a timid intonation, which reflected Wing successfully pushing her comfort zone. Though, the inquiry itself succinctly conveyed the batpony’s knowledge of the society’s special beverages.

“Things you’ll probably hate and then love,” Wing replied in a singsong, teasing manner that instantly made Midnight pout. “I can’t give away everything upfront. That would ruin the surprise. Also, I don’t recall getting any advance insight about a certain mare’s shopping spree. What I will say is that my concoction is a bit feisty and sweet – just like you.”

Despite sustaining her displeasure at the compliment, the mare could not contain the blush that swept over her cheeks and ears. A subdued snort served some dwindling defiance before she opened her mouth to accept the drink. At first, it reminded her of a cream soda. Even in her prone pose, Midnight found that the beverage went down easy – with the cinnamon kicks providing the main flavour of resistance.

Wing dropped the bottle into his saddlebag the second after it was emptied, and he resumed his work with a renewed sense of urgency that the mare definitely spotted. From the same pack, the pegasus plucked a polished metal toroid that matched the look of the towering cage. Requiring several passes, the stallion tossed multiple strands of thick cord through the loop and tied the opposite ends to various points along Midnight’s harness.

She cooed as the fibers coursed through her fur, and her hind legs tried to push against the spreader. Midnight blinked once the pangs of her growing need subsided. The Clocktail didn’t reveal an immediate effect, but she quirked her brow while trying to put a hoof on it.

The hoop quietly rattling on the floor yanked Midnight’s attention from her internal deliberations. She glanced upward to see Wing hauling six more paracords, which he fed through the anchor points in the arches. He tied the top-side strands together with a massive crown knot, which effectively formed a compact shower of manageable loose ends that could be moved as one unit. The other ends fed through the beams and down toward Midnight, and the pegasus methodically guided each one of the six ropes through the polished ring waiting at her side.

Once the lines were drawn through another set of anchor points in the steel beams and secured, the glimmering hoop hovered a couple feet above the sprawling mare. “Gorgeous,” Wing growled as he sauntered to the batpony. He snatched the purple lead attached to her mane, tugged the length through the suspended ring, and thoroughly knotted the twine around the smooth metal such that Midnight’s mane was pulled taut.

Panting as her head was lifted, Midnight moaned again. Another ripple bolted down her spine, and her haunches flexed as her master’s strokes painted the picture of her predicament. She shuddered, and he doubled down – grabbing her tail and braiding it too.

This time, however, he didn’t bring in any additional supplies. Instead, he flapped his namesakes, hovered, and dragged the vibrant blue fibers toward the metal toroid. That braid engulfed an arc of the ring, and after the flier worked the clumps of hair, Midnight’s tail was also upright, taut, and directly tied to the polished metal.

Squeaks and murmurs dribbled past the mare’s fangs as the air nipped at her extremely exposed entrance. It winked, and she snorted in response to the second wave of confusion that assaulted her senses. She should have been dripping more, but she wasn’t—

Wing darted upward and snatched the bundle of ropes just beneath the crown knot. He twisted his body, planting his hind hooves against the top of the cage, and pushed off for the floor with the cluster in tow. The manoeuvre pulled the batpony higher, and by the time Wing reached the base of the cage, Midnight’s three dangling legs were about a foot off the ground.

“M-Master,” Midnight spoke up, shuddering from the feel of the harness squeezing and supporting her frame. The sounds of the cords scraping along the chosen beam drilled into her ears as well, and when Wing appeared in front of her with another rope and cuff in his grasp, it clarified exactly what he had been doing outside of her direct line of sight – given that she was still airborne.

“We’re almost there,” he answered, strapping her unbound foreleg before feeding the line through the cuff’s metal fitting. Wing smirked at Midnight as he carried the twine toward the lowest hole of the beam she faced. Naturally, her appendage straightened until it was pointing downward at a roughly 45-degree angle, and the pegasus promptly yanked the rope through the anchor point and added another tie to his arsenal.

With that, Wing trotted beside his captive. His feathers raked her side, and he reached down to collect the last rope ends he needed to address. This was the purple strand he had wrapped around the spreader bar, and while it was a simple addition, he secretly held it as the pièce de résistance of the exhibit. With steady flaps, he ascended until he was roughly two-thirds up the height of the cage. Each end of the rope went into the nearest hole in adjacent beams, and Wing kept pulling until Midnight’s hind legs formed a line with her outstretched forelimb and body.

After applying the final knots to keep the mare’s limbs held aloft, Wing landed beside her helpless figure and purred at the result. “Exactly as I intended! Like a fierce hunter in the midst of her pounce… and a fierce hunter who is now mine.”

Succumbing to yet another fiery blush, Midnight huffed and struggled in her restraints. Of course, the suspension held firm, only accommodating small wiggles of her appendages and barrel. Her muzzle experienced a little more range of movement, but that induced painful reminders through her mane that subdued further fuss.

Wing grinned at the sight of the batpony’s writhing. The signs of a well-designed setup were plastered on her face. Every twitch in her cheek or bite of her lip displayed her devotion. Her body fared no better, for each cord-creaking jerk she produced through her plight betrayed just how riled he had made his beloved bat. However, the job wasn’t quite done.

He briefly turned his attention to his saddlebag to retrieve a clippable safety bell and a purple ball gag. “Tying your tail runs afoul of safety-bell restrictions, but I’m afforded the opportunity to test another CTRL product.” He started hovering next to Midnight’s pierced left ear and attached the bell to one of her studs.

A pulse of light flashed across the eye holes in Wing’s mask, and he quietly snorted in scientific satisfaction. “Give it a ring with a flick of your ear, please.”

Once the command was heeded and an audible note cut through the gallery, Wing drifted to Midnight’s muzzle to push the soft silicone gag into place. He worked the buckle with his hooves while he peered into her blue eyes, and a giddy smile swept across his countenance. His forehooves slowly shifted toward her collar, and his forehead lightly pressed against hers after he closed the gap between them.

“Before I show everyone else how priceless you are, there’s something important that I want you to know. You’re incredibly special to me, and”—Wing moved his lips to her ear and unleashed a hungry whisper—“I want you.”

An adorable, embarrassed “mmf” rammed into the gag’s surface while Midnight’s entire figure quivered from the stallion’s stunning declaration. For a few seconds, she fought against the ropes with renewed vigour before settling on nuzzling his chest to the best of her ability.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he added quietly and returned to his saddlebag. He rummaged through its contents again and retrieved a vibrating wand, which was held aloft to ensure the mare saw it. “In case it still isn’t clear what my elixir does, I believe this will clarify everything.”

The batpony sharply inhaled when the toy and pegasus disappeared from view, and her ears swivelled the moment the buzz reached them. She bit her lower lip in anticipation and suppressed the squeal that emerged when the wand’s head pressed against her clit. Her muscles tensed against the ropes, and she attempted to thrash as the waves of pleasure wrecked her nerves.

Midnight barely moved amidst the fuss, but her marehood winked with an insatiable need that devoured the vibe’s tip. Heated breaths assailed the surface of the gag, and every gasp carried a note that grew in volume. Once the stallion turned up the toy’s intensity, the batpony fully grasped what he had done. Her thigh should have been a damp mess. Her pussy should have been drenched. Neither met the mark. Every signal was firing that her mind should be drowning in the depths of a brewing orgasm, but all the rounds were blanks instead. She was stuck…

“I’d say this is fair. Wouldn’t you agree, Middy?” Wing teased, pressing the stem of the toy into the weaves of the shibari harness such that the bulb remained jammed against his pet’s vulnerable entrance. “After taunting me with this damn cage, I’ve invented a special one just for you. Don’t worry too much, though. I set the dosage to be something far more forgiving. You just have to survive until the gallery closes.”

Moans shot from the mare’s muzzle as Wing controlled the vibe from his mask and silently set it into a pulsing mode. The overhead lights suddenly shifted to a warmer temperature – a sign for other Clocktower members that the gallery was now open for general admittance. All Midnight could do was gasp, grunt, and squirm as the incessant bombardment continued.

Waiting for guests to arrive, the pegasus approached the glimmering beam directly in Midnight’s sightline and leaned against the steel. A smug expression invaded his smile as he watched the batpony struggle to keep him in focus. Each rumbling crescendo yanked another melodic note from her lungs, and her pupils wandered at the behest of the torment that kept her perpetually pressed against her denied climax.

For minutes, the pair basked in this cycle with Wing never shifting his gaze. Even when the murmur of visitors stroked Midnight’s senses, the stallion kept his chocolatey eyes trained on his mare. He watched while she futilely tried to swallow her moans and escape the attention. The pointless attempt only fueled his grin, and after a brief flicker swirled around his mask, the vibe’s pulses spiked in intensity.

Guttural cries erupted from Midnight’s muzzle. The gathering crowd remained pin-drop silent for the symphony of wails and strings. Frustration built around the batpony’s furrowing brow and cutely bared fangs. A high-pitched squeal raced past the beams after Wing upped the frequency of the vibrator, and he continued to stare at his writhing prize until her eyes went wide and she unleashed a desperate scream.

The pegasus made the most of the moment. He pushed himself forward, trotted to the opening of the abstract cage, and calmly began to address the growing audience. “Good evening. Ladies, gentlecolts, and kind creatures the world over, I welcome you to the special exhibit of Wing’s Whisper. Behind me, I have ensnared an exquisite hunter. Practically caught mid-leap, this brilliant, priceless bat is a tantalising tease who has charmed me with her beauty and frustrated me to no end with her unrelenting brattiness.”

Wing paused for dramatic effect, forcing Midnight to endure the echo of his words and allowing the crowd to aww at her reddened face. “Some of you might have even seen how she’s kept me under her cute, thorny wing thumbs. However, M-0117 is mine, and as a Distinguished Scientist with CTRL, I have developed the perfect counterattack to deal with strong, stubborn switches.

“Wing’s Whisper is the ultimate edger. Designed to inhibit right before the gates of climax, this new Clocktail will ensure that your pet, no matter the sex, has zero chance of achieving release until the dosage runs its course. Or, for those of you wearing collars out there, it ensures that your owner will have you mewling for as long as they damn well please.”

Cheekily setting the vibe to its maximum setting, Wing held his tongue until Midnight’s pleas and screams slammed into the gag’s silicone. He turned around to look at his catch, and he slid closer to drag a forehoof along her roped barrel. “See? Take it from a pony who knows. Her thighs should be soaked right now, and yet, they’re bone dry. Kept as a pristine, priceless piece of art – my cherished property – until my will lets her have bliss.”

Wing brushed her curled foreleg as violent shudders conquered his pretty mare. “Now you know exactly what it’s like, Priceless.” With that, the pegasus gestured toward the visitors with his namesake and wrapped up his introduction. “The drink will be showing up in the CTS bars tomorrow. Until then, enjoy the spectacle of my gorgeous pet and her struggle. Just remember, no touching. It breaks the gallery rules, and she’s mine.”

Midnight panted as Wing’s hoof and feathers raked her coat. The oscillating pattern resumed, and each jolt pushed another embarrassing note from her lungs. He went as far as to walk beneath her suspended frame and rub his tail and coat against her barrel. When he popped out in front of the batpony, she couldn’t avoid his scent either. If she had been free, she would have pounced on him right there. She would have fucked him into the ground, and not a single pony could have pried him from her grasp. Instead, all she could do was moan, wail, and whimper while he went back to smugly leaning against the beam.

“I knew it. I could never forget a face! Darling, you look dashing with a mask, too.” Rarity’s voice made Wing’s ears twitch and Midnight’s blush deepen. “Now I’m even happier that I accepted this invitation. Such bold lines, an excellent physique, and fantastic rope work to boot!”

Wing glanced at the white unicorn and smiled. Rarity stood in the opening of the abstract cage, and while her focus had centered on the conversation with the pegasus, another flier stood beside the fashion designer and struggled to keep her light-blue wings folded.

Each time the mare’s magenta eyes devoured Midnight’s predicament, the appendages pomfed again. “Fuck, that’s hot,” she whispered just loud enough for Rarity to cast a sidelong glance of disapproval at her eternity-collared submissive.

“Dear,” Rarity interjected, “if you continue to be crass, I will not go out of my way to put you in a similar position.”

The blunt delivery made Rainbow Dash snap her muzzle shut. However, her eyes kept darting from rope to rope as she ogled the suspended batpony.

Rarity gestured to Wing with her foreleg. “This is the pretty maid I was telling you about, and I must admit I am greatly intrigued by the reversal of fortunes. White Collars sharing such devoted, mutual displays of affection”—she threw her wrist to her forehead and sighed—“so romantic! I must hear the details, especially after such an introduction. How did you meet? How long have you been members? Will we see you in black collars soon?”

Wing’s feathers fluttered, and he blushed upon being called a pretty maid. The more Rarity pressed, the more flustered he became. Inevitably, he snapped his gaze back to Midnight and released a relieved sigh as he savoured her struggling, aroused figure. He hummed thoughtfully before a giddy smile accompanied his flushed cheeks. “We met several months ago during a Shadowbolt Reservist flight camp. The organisers made us roommates by mistake, but I’d say that ended up being a happy accident.”

The stallion’s chest floof puffed out the instant he detected Rainbow’s intent, curious glare, and he fashioned a subtle smirk. “Yes, RD-001, I know who you are. You’d have to be buried under a rock named Tom not to know that. As for our memberships, I don’t know how long Middy’s been involved with Clocktower, but I’ve been around for long enough to build some of the dark and mysterious places.” Wing’s voice trailed off while he pondered Rarity’s last question. “Darling, that would be spoilers.”

Wing set the vibe on an extremely fast pace and grinned wildly as Midnight’s shrieks and wails of unbridled lust reverberated throughout the gallery. “But we have been on a few dates, and I am extremely devoted to my priceless hunter.”

Ordinarily, the batpony’s unparalleled sense of hearing would have revealed every single word uttered by the trio. But in this instance, she could only make out a few bits and pieces over the sound of her own screams. Midnight shuddered and squirmed as the vibrations kindled a fire in her depths. The agonizing burn drove heavy pants through her throat that accompanied the numerous squeals she hurled toward her guests.

Time lost meaning while she dangled there. In one moment, she could still see Wing blushing as he talked with Rarity and Rainbow. Her eyes rolled back from the surge of need, and – by the time Midnight’s gaze found the pegasus again – the girls were gone. His stupidly smug expression coaxed another round of melodic moans, but all those notes brought were numerous cycles of intense pulsing at shifting frequencies.

Her breathing grew ragged for a stretch, and Midnight allowed the rope tugging her mane to bear the brunt of her sagging head. She lost focus again and let her thoughts drift to an imagined scene in which Wing broke free from his chastity cage and railed his pony. Desperately groaning into the gag at the notion of him destroying her marehood, Midnight found Wing again. The murmurs had vanished. The lights had dimmed, and her stallion stood alone – with that smug grin still etched upon his countenance.

Drips finally flowed down her thigh, and Wing promptly shut off the vibe. He vanished beneath her barrel and removed the toy before his forelegs reached to grip her haunches. The pegasus pulled himself up and planted his muzzle against Midnight’s clit. He licked, nipped, nuzzled, and rubbed while the elixir wore off. His tongue firmly explored her flower, and he held on tight when her entire body quaked from the orgasm that followed.

Midnight battled to snatch those memories. A wave of relief washed away the torment she had endured, but the hours of edging had run their course. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of Wing diligently working. Her consciousness briefly recognized her controlled return to the ground and the relaxing sensation of the cords releasing their holds on her limbs.

When her mind truly caught up, however, her eyes opened to a different, pitch-black room, and she clung to something soft. She breathed in his scent and shifted her muzzle to confirm that she was lying atop Wing. His hooves gently brushed her mane, back, and wings, and she let out a sigh before her fangs grazed his neck and pressed down.

Wing quietly grunted from the bite while he tended to his priceless bat. “Midnight,” he whispered in a quiet voice that pierced her lingering fog, “the white collars aren’t enough for us. They aren’t enough... when I’ve completely fallen for you.”

Author's Note

"I've let Midnight dominate the A.N. for far too long. Please be sure to help me remind her that she is a priceless mare -- and my priceless art exhibit."

Feel free to leave suggestions for adventures for these two, making Middy blush is a great pastime and we writers love our comments!