Risk Aware Consensual Pony
Twilight arrives at the Boutique at eight o'clock sharp. Rarity opens the door a second before she knocks on it. They're both mares of habit. Obsessively so, in fact.
Their greetings are rushed and awkward, not of embarrassment but of anticipation. They've been having these sessions for months now, but there's still a nervous, giggly thrill every time they're about to start.
Twilight shuts the door behind her, and follows Rarity straight up to her bedroom. There's a black bag next to the luxurious, silk-sheeted bed. Just seeing that bag makes Twilight shiver with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
They both hop on to the bed. On the bedside table is a bottle of red zinfandel and a bar of rich, dark chocolate. Rarity pours two small glasses of wine, and passes one over to her lover. They sip and nibble for a minute, then the negotiations begin.
"So..." Rarity has an easy smile on her lips, and is stroking a hoof through Twilight's mane.
"So!" Twilight nips forward and plants a peck on a white cheek, smirking as she does.
Rarity lets out a little giggle. "What are we to do tonight, my darling lover?"
A blush graces Twilight's cheeks. Although she fell in love with the idea of pre-negotiation the moment she discovered it, the words don't always come easily.
"Beating," she blurts out, after a few moments of hesitation.
"Oh?"
"Yes," she says, firmly. "It's been far too long since I've last been beaten."
Rarity rolls her eyes. "It's been eight days, love."
Twilight flashes a smile, eyes lidded. "Yep! Far. Too. Long."
"Well, I certainly think I can manage that." Rarity takes a bite of chocolate, and washes it down with a mouthful of red. "How would you like it? Flogger? Crop? Bare-hooved spanking?"
Her purple friend, lover and submissive looks thoughtful for a moment. "I was thinking mostly the crop and your hooves, but warm up with the cane maybe? Thighs, breasts and hooves are all good targets. And if you could smack me around in the face and stuff, that'd be... Well, I'd like that." She gives Rarity an adorable little smile.
"Mmhmm. Verbal abuse?"
"Um, same as usual? No bitch, no references to any of our family and friends, no Celestia."
"So slut, cunt, filthy prostitute, whore, worthless spastic, worthless filthy spastic slutty whore's cunt are all permissible?"
Twilight smiles and shakes her head. "You ask every time Rarity; they're all fine."
"Just checking, just checking... Shall we play our usual game? I beat you until you say mercy, then sex?"
"Fine by me, Rares."
"And the sex?"
"No backdoor sex and no massive toys. A little hitting is fine; I'll say the mercy word if it gets too much. Lots of verbal abuse, please. Y'know, the usual."
"Splendid. One last thing, I had this fantastic idea today while I was hanging out my washing..." Rarity explains her idea, and Twilight bites her lip without even realising it. It's the best idea she's heard all day.
The wine and chocolate are put to one side, and a bottle of water is put in their place. Twilight pulls Rarity into a deep, sensual kiss, then stares deeply into her eyes.
Rarity giggles, and plants a little kiss just under her horn. She leans in close to the librarian's ear, and whispers, “So, are you ready to begin, my little toy?”
She smiles and gives her friend a quick kiss on the lips, then looks down and almost shrinks under her friend's gaze. “Yes, Mistress Rarity.”
“Good. Assume the position.”
Twilight rolls over and lies down on her back. She tucks her front legs into her chest, spreads her back legs wide, and opens her mouth. Rarity smirks at the sight of her sub, meekly displaying her neat little sex for her mistress. “No gag tonight, I want to hear you scream and moan.”
“Yes, Mistress Rarity.”
Rarity stops cold, trots over to Twilight and slaps her hard across the face, hard enough to make Twilight grunt, and probably hard enough to leave a mark. I'll have to fix that with some makeup later, even if she does look dashing with a black-eye. “I didn't tell you to speak, you stupid whore,” she says, opening up her black equipment bag. She takes out a cane, a black riding crop with a strap for hoof-handling, a roll of twine and a bag of clothespins.
Rarity gets on the bed, straddles her sub and stares, half-lidded, into her eyes. Twilight is warm and soft under her, breathing a little faster and harder than usual. “I'd tell you I'm going to punish you for that, but we both know I'm going to beat the shit out of you anyway, and you'll beg for more like the pain-craving cunt you are.”
Twilight can't stop herself from biting her lip at that, and a white hoof snakes under her chin and pushes upwards, making her bite down much harder. She whines at the pain. Rarity relents before clipping her on the ear with a hoof, almost as hard as the earlier slap. Her purple face flushes red, and her breathing becomes shakier and faster. Rarity can't help but grin at the sight.
She dismounts, lifts the cane telekinetically and gently rubs the tip against Twilight's nipples, rubbing one then the other until they're both pink and perky. Then she traces a line from Twilight's left nipple to her left knee, dragging the point of the cane across her friend's inner thigh, enjoying the sight of her sub trying not to squirm at the ticklish sensation.
“Now, I think I'll give you, oh, twelve strokes, six on each thigh? Yes, I think that will do quite nicely...”
Rarity picks the spot she's going to strike, and rubs the cane along it. Twilight's breathing becomes shallow, in nervous anticipation of that first delicious hit.
*Thwip*
The cane sings through the air and hits its mark, making Twilight inhale sharply. She keeps her legs splayed out and her front legs tucked to her chest. It stings, but it's not painful. Not yet. The cane moves up her thigh, closer to her marehood, and rubs a circle in preparation for the next blow.
*Thwapp*
Rarity swings harder this time, hard enough to make Twilight gasp and grimace. The first twelve strokes are only teasing, giving Twilight mere tastes of what she wants, until every neuron in her brain is screaming for Rarity to cut loose and utterly thrash her. Rarity knows this, and every iota of control she has over her friend, every single stroke of the cane or strike of the hoof that she alone has the power to give or withhold, is utterly delicious.
The cane moves over to Twilight's slit, teasing it, parting its lips, pressing into her button. She's moist, but not sopping wet. Being beaten isn't a turn on, as such. A session of play almost always leads to sex, but it's not why she loves it
*Thwapp*
Rarity strikes the exact same spot she landed the first blow on, eliciting another gasp. She moves the cane to where she placed the second strike.
*Thwapp* “Ah.” *Thwapp* “Ah!” *Thwapp* “AH!” Twilight cries out as three blows land in quick succession on the same spot.
Twilight is a scientist and a nerd. She loves to test things and learn things. Hypotheses. Experiences. Limits. When she discovers an interesting phenomenon, she investigates it. Physical pain is one such phenomenon; between hydras, chaos gods, vengeful doors and Rainbow Dash's inexplicable inability to land safely, it's one she's seen a lot of.
Rarity moves the cane to Twilight's right thigh. She's sitting on her haunches, with a white hoof between her thighs, rubbing herself slowly. Dominating her friend excites her like nothing else and she's drenched, sopping-sloppy wet down there. She can't wait until Twilight gives in.
“The next six strokes will come in quick succession, all in this spot here.” She taps the cane on the soft coat of her lover's inner thigh, gazing up in her eyes. Twilight looks at her with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.
*Thwipp* “Nh.” *Thwipp* “Ah.” *Thwipp* “Ahh!” *Thwipp* “Aahhh!” *Thwipp* “AHHH!” *Thwipp* “AHHH! FUCK!”
Rarity leaps up on top of her sub and backhoofs her across the cheek, hard enough for a hollow 'clop' to ring out from her open mouth. Coppery blood dances over Twilight's tongue. Rarity pushes her hoof down on Twilight's throat, making her gag, and stares at her in contempt. “A dirty mouth on a dirty cunt. We'll see about putting that mouth to use soon.”
She rolls off Twilight and levitates the bag of clothespins onto the bed. She hadn't been able to think of much else since the idea struck. In an instant, twenty pegs are hovering in place, in pairs, just above where she's going to place them.
The first two pegs go either side of Twilight's belly button. She doesn't make a sound. They don't hurt when they go on.
The next two go slightly above the belly button, then another two slightly below. The fourth pair goes on her nipples. She winces at this, then shivers in anticipation of what they'll feel like when they come off.
Rarity spreads her lover's slit with her magic, and attaches two more pairs of pegs to the wet, pink lips. Twilight whimpers ever-so-softly as she does. The final four pairs go along Twilight's inner thighs, from the edge of her mound up to her knees.
To complete the set up, two lengths of twine go through the eye holes of the pegs, one length for each side of the pairs. Rarity ties off both ends of the twine, then steps back to admire her work. Oh, she looks simply marvellous like this! She then lifts up the crop, and taps it against her hoof a few times to test the weight.
Then she starts beating the everloving snot out of Twilight.
The crop comes crashing down, again and again, anywhere she feels like placing it. The sensitive frogs of her lover's hooves, the sides of her breasts, all over her thighs, right on top of the pegs, wherever she pleases. Twilight's whimpers turn into moans which turn to yelps and sobs. Her legs spasm frantically as she tries to stay in position. She doesn't want the pain to end, not yet.
Something clicks inside Rarity's head when she's like this. Seeing her toy writhe and squirm and cry, turning her from a smart, sarcastic mare into a quivering, submissive heap, it makes her feel...
Excited isn't quite the word for it, nor is turned-on. For a pony so obsessive and fussy, being given near-total control over her lover like this is simply sublime. She barely feels like Rarity. She is the Dom, and she is disciplining her sub.
Rarity is relentless. She gives her lover the briefest of respites from the crop, then twists every peg at once. She gives each inch of flesh just enough time to recover before bearing back down on it. When one of Twilight's legs quivers a little too much, she grabs hold of it and drives her teeth into the frog of Twilight's hoof, hard enough to break the skin.
The beating continues for nearly an hour. Twilight is sobbing, sniffling and occasionally screaming, but she's grinning inwardly. Her brain is flooded with wonderful endorphins, giving her an impossible rush even underneath the pain. More importantly, she feels proud. She knows she'd have folded after fifteen minutes of this a month ago. Before she started, she wouldn't have lasted five.
Discovering her limits through experimentation is what Twilight truly loves about pain play. It stops her from indulging in silly pulp-fiction fantasies that she'd never crack under torture; she knows that with enough pain anypony will beg and squeal and eat pussy for it to stop. She knows she has limits, and more, she knows that limits can be changed and worked around.
Ironically, if you know what your breaking point is, it doesn't break you when you're pushed to it.
A smile must have crept onto Twilight's face, because Rarity stops her beating and drags her lover's head to look her in the eyes. “Do you think you're strong because I haven't decided to crush you yet? You stupid whore, the little taste I've given you is nothing.” She steps back, and takes hold of the twine with her magic. For a second, true fear flashes across Twilight's eyes.
Rarity pulls hard on the twine, and rips every single clothespin off at once.
First, Twilight feels the sharp pain of the pegs being torn off, then the intense burning of the blood flowing back into each pegged spot. Agony lances through her nipples and her slit. Before she can even cry out, Rarity brings the crop down on her clit. She screams, and Rarity brings down the crop again and again, focussing only on her nipples and the top of her venus mound.
After a minute, she can stand no more. “Mistress! Mercy, please, mercy!” she cries, breaking position and tucking her hind legs in to protect herself.
Rarity gets straight in her quivering, tear-soaked face, and softly rubs the end of the crop against the bottom of her toy's sex. “Why should I give you mercy, you spastic slut? Why shouldn't I just tie you down to the bed and beat you until you pass out?”
Twilight shivers at her lover's words. Her haunches are on fire, and her mistress is so warm pressed against her. “Please, mistress, I'll do anything!”
“What will you do for me?”
“Anything! I'll suck your nipples, eat your pussy, worship your hooves, lick your ass, I'll do whatever you want, mistress!”
“Very well. You have three minutes to please me, whore, or you'll beg for the beating I gave you earlier.” Rarity straddles her lover's face, her perfect white flanks either side of Twilight's cheeks and her tail rubbing over Twilight's horn. She then takes one of Twilight's front legs and holds it to her chest, so Twilight can still signal when her mouth is otherwise occupied. Twilight can't see her mistress's sex, but she can feel the heat coming from it, and the smell of her arousal is thick in her nose.
“You may begin.” With that, Rarity bears down on her sub and drops her sex onto Twilight's waiting mouth. Twilight's tongue snakes out into her mistress's slit, greedily lapping at her slick folds. Her mistress has a subtle taste, like water with musk and the slightest hint of honey. Twilight wriggles her face from side to side and moans up into her mistress, eager to please.
Rarity is in rapture. The session has left her dizzyingly aroused, and relief from her toy's talented tongue is simply divine. It won't be long until the first orgasm comes. She shifts to give Twilight better access to her clit, teasing her sub's nipples and mound with the crop as she does.
“Ohh, that's it you fucking whore, lick there, lick right there...”
Twilight laps at her mistress's clit, firm but gentle, and soon her mistress is bucking against her face in orgasm. Rarity is no screamer; that would be unbecoming. She comes with a low, satisfied moan as she humps her little slave's mouth. She grinds down onto her sub's face with a blissful smile on her face; she wants Twilight to be soaked with her juices.
Twilight dutifully tongues her mistress, but soon finds she can't breathe between the thighs clamped tight around her face, the moisture, and her mistress's hot sex on her mouth. She tries to hold on, but soon ends up frantically tapping her raised hoof against her mistress's chest.
Rarity immediately lifts herself up, and Twilight quickly pants out, “Yellow! Can't breathe!” Rarity dismounts completely looking a little bashful. Truth be told, she hadn't intended to smother Twilight like that.
“Are you okay, darling?” she asks, concern apparent in her voice.
Twilight looks up at her, flushed red, a relieved expression on her face. “I'm okay Rares, I just couldn't breath and freaked out is all. Whooo!” she pants, her chest rapidly rising and falling.
“I'm ever so sorry, Twilight, I got a little carried away there...”
Twilight giggles, still light-headed from endorphins and being smothered. “It's fine,” she says, sitting up and planting a kiss on her lover's cheek. “I actually wouldn't mind trying some breath play some time, as long as I know it's coming. I'm ready to carry on if you are?”
Rarity smiles, and strokes Twilight's mane. “Just say the word, darling.”
Twilight lies back down on her back, letting Rarity see the beautiful criss-cross of red marks over her thighs and breasts once more.. “Green.”
A slim, blue strap-on is levitated from the equipment bag, and fixes around Rarity's haunches. “Well, your servicing was passable, I suppose, but you've been a selfish cunt who lets her mistress do all the work.” She lies down next to Twilight, on her back, and gives her a sultry look. “Now, come ride your mistress, whore.”
Twilight rolls onto her side and prepares to mount Rarity, who clips her ear as she tries to put a leg over. “Face the other way,” she orders. “I don't want to look at your face.”
Her purple lover does as she is told, turning around and gingerly putting a leg across Rarity's midsection to avoid chafing the red welts on her thighs. Rarity smirks and rubs a hoof roughly along Twilight's inner thigh, making the librarian collapse on top of her with a yelp. She then grasps her sub's purple flanks and slips the sleek, six-inch dildo into Twilight's slick sex. Twilight lets out something between a moan and a squeal.
“You're going to be a good whore and ride your mistress until we both come,” purrs Rarity, groping Twilight's firm flanks. “You will not come before your mistress, and you will not come without my permission. Understood?”
“Ohhhhhh, yes mistress.”
“Good. Now ride.
Twilight thrusts up with her back legs, so only the tip of the strap-on is inside her, and then slams her hips back down, burying the blue toy in her slit. This makes the back end of the dildo rub against Rarity's clit, sending waves of pleasure through her mistress's sex. Then she repeats the movement, bringing her hips up before letting them crash down, this time grinding against Rarity's lap to give her mistress more pleasure.
Rarity lets out a satisfied sigh. “You may moan, whore. It pleases your mistress.”
“Hnnaaahhhh, thank you mistress.” Twilight continues to bounce up and down, her flanks rhythmically slapping against her mistress's lap. Her abused thighs burn as they rub against Rarity's sides, and her tail flags wildly across Rarity's stomach. Obeying her orders is difficult; something about being told not to come instantly puts her on the edge of a gigantic, shuddering orgasm.
She won't have to wait long. “Oh fuck, ride that cock you filthy fucking slut! Make your mistress come!” Rarity starts to thrust up into Twilight's downward motions, grinding her sex into the back of the strap-on.
Their thrusting and grinding becomes sloppy and frantic, and the room is thick with the smell of their combined juices. Rarity is the first to come, her hips twitching, head thrown back, frantic moans turning to gibbering profanities that trail off into a low whine.
Twilight doesn't stop, her perfect purple flanks bouncing up and down on the slim blue cock. She's mere seconds away as the burning on her welts mixes with the waves of pleasure coursing through her pussy.
“Mistress, I'm going to come!”
Rarity brings a hoof down hard on her starbust cutie mark. “Not yet! Beg for it!”
“Oh pleeaase mistress, I need it, let me come mistress oh please let me come! Hnaahhh...”
“What are you, slave?”
“I'm a whore, mistress! I'm a worthless fucking cumslut cunt! Mistress, please, let me come mistress please please please! Oh! Oh! Oh!” The words pour from her mouth, her mind on autopilot as she bounces up and down.
Rarity sits up, wraps her forelegs around Twilight and bites the back of her mane, grinding into her. “Come you little whore!” she snarls, through a mouth of navy-blue hair.
Twilight's body locks up as she climaxes, her hips thrashing madly against her mistress's. Tiny, high-pitched squeaks come out of her mouth punctuated by brief, blubbering streams of gratitude. Rarity loves this moment. The feel of Twilight quivering against her in the throes of orgasm is incredible, as good as coming herself.
After nearly a full minute, the orgasm ends, and Twilight collapses on top of Rarity. Her thighs and her sex are still twitching, the welts on her body giving a slow, almost comfortable burn. The blue toy slips out of Twilight.
“Th-that was wonderful, Mistress Rarity...”
“Relax, Twilight. S'my pleasure.” Rarity removes the strap-on, and then cuddles into Twilight. She kisses the purple mare's neck all the way up to her ears, which twitch adorably, before Twilight cranes her neck to kiss her on the lips. It's a short, gentle kiss.
The sheets are on the floor and they need to clear their things away, but that can wait until the morning. Twilight turns towards Rarity, and cradles her head under her lover's chin. She gives a contented sigh as Rarity plants a little kiss at the base of her horn. The lovers quickly fall asleep in each other's hooves.