Black & White Stallion Love
The early afternoon sun shines down upon the wasteland town of New Appleloosa. Ponies and various other creatures trot throughout the town running errands, heading back to work after lunch, or visiting friends. Various travelers move to-and-fro about the town with various bits of business to attend to.
One pony, an earth pony stallion with a white coat and red mane, is dressed in stable security armor and sporting a rather full pack that clanks with every step as he walks along the streets of the town. Slowly, he weaves his way through the streets, slipping out of the crowded main thoroughfare and onto the side road leading him to his destination.
His clanking pack rattles a bit as he comes to a stop in front of a wooden door stained with walnut. On either side are planter boxes filled with blue, purple and white flowers. The stallion swallows nervously as he knocks on the door.
A few moments later, a unicorn stallion with a black coat and purple mane answers the door. “Yes, how can I help you?”
“You’re Black Onyx, right?” the white stallion asks.
“That’s right,” Onyx nods as he looks the white stallion over. “Who’s asking?”
“I-uh, my name’s Firework and I heard from someone that you might uh…” He clears his throat sheepishly. “So, I brought this. I was told it was your favourite?” He held up a bottle of Appleoosan Tequila.
Onyx takes the bottle and nods. “It is. What’s the occasion?”
Firework swallows hard. “I like leather and rope, and I heard you do, too, and that you might swing my way?”
Onyx looks around. “Who told you that?”
Sweat pours down the stallion’s face. “L-Level Headed?”
Seeing that nopony seems to have heard anything, Onyx furrows his brow. "That’s very forward of you. We’ve only just met.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean to… I’ll just–”
“You’ll come in.”
Black Onyx ushers Firework into his home, shutting the door behind him before leading him to the living room. A couple of books sit out on a side table, a few from a pony named Coin Flip, and one book from Littlepip. On the coffee table, which sits in front of a rather nice-looking couch, is a book about a stallion of some kind, as well as a few of Onyx’s own works.
Firework swallows nervously as he pulls out the book that he’d been given. “Level Headed also asked me to have you sign this for her.”
Onyx’s eyes trace Firework’s form like a predator waiting to strike his prey. “Heh, cute. Put it on the table, I'll deal with it later. While I do enjoy her company and patronage, I don't want to be thinking of mares right now, you know what I mean?" Onyx gestures to the larger table to their right before walking over to the couch. He doesn’t sit down, just standing next to it.
“Yeah, I understand,” Firework smiles as he obediently places the book on the table.
"So, you like the thought of ropes and leather?” Onyx asks, continuing to look him over. “What else makes that cute little anus of yours clench and quiver in excitement?"
Firework nods emphatically. “I also like to serve, and I'm not opposed to being spanked, either," he replies, turning back to Onyx.
"Hmmm? How willing are you to serve?” His horn glows, giving his voice a more commanding tone. “Drop to your knees and come here, and stay on your knees once you arrive."
Firework obeys, lowering onto his knees and waddling over to Onyx with his tail held high. His motions are slow and wobbly, but he eventually makes it to Onyx who looks down at him with an appraising leer.
"Very good." He floats over two shot glasses. "Now, pour me a glass, and then another for yourself,” he says, walking around Fire, sizing him up for a couple of toys.
Firework struggles a little to serve the Appleloosan Tequila, wavering just a bit and spilling a couple of drops, but pouring most of it in the glasses. Onyx slowly drinks the shot as he walks around behind him.
"What about humiliation?" He asks, his hooves grabbing Firework's ass cheeks and spreading them to see how wide the stallion was. “What about pain?”
"Yes, Sir, both." Firework’s face flushes red as Onyx spreads his ass. He fumbles with his shot a little but takes a sip and a deep breath to steady his nerves.
"Whatever was suggested to you by Level, do it. I'll be right back." Onyx lets go of Firework’s ass and trots off into another room.
Firework strips out of his stable suit and removes his pack before fumbling around with it, and pulling out a vial of Med-X and a tin of Mint-als. He takes one of the Mint-als from the tin and tosses it into his mouth, chewing it as he puts the tin back into its designated pocket. Next comes the Med-X, stabbing it into his right leg and pressing down on the plunger on the syringe.
As he puts away the syringe, Onyx comes back with a large paddle, a chastity cage, a leather collar with a braided leather leash, a collection of three riding crops, and a large coil of rope. He also has a small box with a few unmarked syringes.
"How late can you stay here?" he asked, grabbing two ice cubes from his glass and rubbing them against Fireworks testicles and sheath to make them shrink.
Firework shivers at the touch of the ice and lets out an eep. "I have to be somewhere an hour before sundown, but it's not far from here."
“Good,” he says as he locks Fireworks dick and balls in a chastity cage. Once the click rings out, he grabs his paddle and rubs Fire's ass with it.
"All of Equestria is going to read about how I made you beg me to fuck your brains into pudding, like a horny little virgin. So tell me, before we begin, do you want to beg like a dog or a whore in heat?" His voice is low and smooth like honeyed milk.
"Like a whore in heat, Sir," Firework replies with a soft whimper and shudder as the paddle rubs against his ass.
“Good Colt,” he whispers as he leans in and jabs a syringe into the same foreleg as the Med-X and presses the plunger down, sending the drug into his system. "I want you to imagine everypony you know watching you, as you descend from what you once were to a drooling, begging bitch, wanting nothing but a dick. After all, they're all going to read about it."
Firework nods, shuddering with anticipation.
“The safeword is quill,” Onyx says as he pulls back. The paddle hits Firework’s ass with a thwack as the drug begins to take hold of his toy’s mind.
Firework whimpers and lets out a moan as the paddle strikes his ass. His body shudders and his breathing becomes ragged as the drug works its magic. The strikes continue until his ass glows red with pain. All the while, Firework whimpers and moans, his cock struggling against the cage around it.
"Thats a good start. Now…” he walks over too the couch and sits down. “Bring me the ropes, collar, and leash.”
His command digs into Firework’s brain as he looks around the room, spotting the ropes, collar and leash sitting on the table he had set the book on earlier. He waddles over to the table, remembering that he has not yet been given leave to stand up, and collects the ordered items. He slips the rope over his head and grabs the leash and collar in his mouth before returning to the couch. He presents them to Onyx, who takes the items with his magic and begins to work.
In no time at all, he has Firework’s legs tied up so that he can only walk on his knees. He then puts the loose-fitting collar on his neck and ties his tail to his back so that he’s forced to show off his caged cock and balls.
Once his work is done, Onyx spreads his legs, revealing that his cock is already out of its sheath. Its full twelve inches lay flaccid, waiting for attention. "There's a reason that collar is loose.” Onyx explains as he strokes Firework’s chin with the paddle. “Every order I have to give you is three paddlings; every misstep you make is five."
Firework wastes no time in scooting forward on his knees and wrapping his lips around Onyx's cock, suckling on the tip for a moment before slipping it further into his mouth, swirling his tongue along the bottom as he looks up into Onyx's eyes. Onyx gazes back down at him. He grabs a ridding crop and floats it over to rest on Firework's dock. Never once breaking eye contact, his face seems to be an unreadable map.
Firework sucks and bobs his head on Onyx's cock, working it a little further into his mouth until it hits the back of his throat and he has to pull back slightly. As he does, Onyx leans forward, looking down at him. "What makes you think you can lock eyes with me? The sub is to be submissive and is not supposed to challenge their dom." The crop whips Fire's dock five times as Onyx leans back and continues to stare down at him.
Firework whimpers around the cock and quickly looks down, making sure not to stare up at his dom as he continues to work on Onyx's cock. As the pain lingers in his ass, he tries once more to take the cock into his throat, only to have to pull back again.
Onyx sets the crop down on the coffee table and picks up a dildo. A hoof goes to Firework's head and he begins petting his cheek. "You’re a quick learner. That's good. Quick learners are rewarded." He pulls Firework’s mouth off of his still mostly flaccid cock and wiggles the toy in his face. "Lube this up and then go back to work."
The nine inch dildo is pushed against Firework's lips. He wastes no time in wrapping his tongue around the tip of it, suckling on it for a moment before bobbing his head to slip it further into his mouth. His eyes close in the happy bliss of submission. Despite having his cock in a cage, he can feel something pinching and rubbing the tip of his dick drawing a gasp of pleasure from around the dildo in his mouth.
“Good." Onyx pushes the dildo all the way in, making him deepthroat it once or twice before pulling it out. "Now, my dick’s growing cold."
Firework coughs as soon as the dildo is pulled from his mouth. However, he doesn't let that stop him from taking Onyx's cock back in, even as he still lets out a cough or two when he starts working on it again. As he does so, Onyx starts to push the dildo into his ass, turning on the vibration. Firework moans around Onyx’s cock as his ass is slowly parted.
"Good whore. Tell me, do you know what VONNOPS is? What it does?" Onyx asks, his magic shoving the dildo as far into his sub’s sphincter as it can go. “Two licks for yes, four licks for no.”
Firework moans as the dildo is shoved deep into his ass. It takes him a moment, but he manages to do four quick licks in a row.
"It increases a stallion's neediness to be equal to that of a mare in heat." He pulls out three more syringes. "Most stallions snap after two doses, but I think you would look cute as a panting, drooling, dripping, whore. Wouldn't you like that? Having all the world read how your mind melted into desperate mush?"
Firework’s eyes go wide as he considers it. Everypony would know. Every single one of them. Could he really stomach that?
"Ten licks for yes, fifty licks for no." Onyx gives Fire a devious little smirk, the first time his poker face has cracked since they started.
Firework smiles around the cock in his mouth and gives ten, long, slow, licks to Onyx's cock before pausing and waiting for a response. He never fully looks up at his dom, but relishes in the smirk that he can see.
"What will your stable say when they read this?" he asks, injecting three more doses into Firework’s thigh. "Will they be surprised, or is it a known fact that you're just a little whore?"
Onyx’s dick begins to stiffen in Firework’s mouth and the taste suddenly becomes amazing. Firework sucks harder on the musky stallionhood as he works it deeper into his mouth and then into his throat.
As he pushes it deeper and deeper, Onyx shoves the dildo the rest of the way into his ass. The pain is quickly washed away by the pleasure of it vibrating against his prostate. The vibration makes Firework moan around Onyx’s cock as he takes it deeper into his throat.
Onyx ‘helps’ by grabbing a hooffull of his mane and shoving him down on his cock, thrusting his hips up until his balls slap against Firework’s chin, his throat bulging into the collar, making him choke on the cock.
"Look at me!" Onyx orders.
Firework struggles, trying to swallow, as he looks up at Onyx. The first tears of pain form in his eyes as he stares up at his dom.
"Chocking on cock is a great look for you," he says, leaning down and licking the tears away. He keeps Firework there for a few more seconds before yanking on his mane pulling him off his cock. "So, whore, did you enjoy the taste?"
He pants hard, nodding and gasping out, "Yes Sir! I loved it!"
“Then you have my permission to struggle to get back to it," he grins, keeping a firm grip on Firework’s mane as he slowly jerks himself off. His magic leaves Firework’s caged balls and dick alone, going back to the crop and giving him a thwack every five seconds.
Firework struggles against the grip as he tries to move forward towards his prize, putting all of his meager strength into reaching the glorious cock in front of him.
Onyx yanks Firework's head back hard. "I'm starting to think you don't want to lick up all my sweet, salty cum."
There’s a hard thwack against his soft underbelly as Firework struggles even harder to reach for his prize. He redoubles his effort to touch the glorious spire of fuck meat, his eyes narrowing as he lets out a primal growl of lust, putting his all into it like never before. That monumental effort is enough to slip free from Onyx’s grip and reach the cock.
Salty precum smears across his lips and tongue as the tip slips back into his mouth. He suckles on the cock, savoring the flavor of it, moaning around the shaft in his mouth.
Onyx’s magic works the crop to strike Firework over and over, slowly turning his white coat red as he smirks down at his toy. The strikes make Firework whimper and moan around Onyx’s cock.
More spurts of precum splatter into his mouth as he works. The crop pauses as Onyx’s magic moves to Firework’s crotch, teasing his caged cock and balls before the tool resumes its work, moving to his side and turning that red as well. “Good whore,” he sighs as Firework slips the cock back into his throat.
Firework focuses on working the shaft further and further into his throat until his lips press against the base of Onyx’s cock. The collar strains against his throat, choking him as he bobs his head up and down along the lowest inch of his dom’s dick. He pulls back up for a breath of air before plunging down again, choking on the cock once more.
"Oh, that's good," Onyx groans, squeezing Firework's balls in his magic.
The squeezing makes him squeal around the cock in his mouth. He slowly pulls his head back to take in a breath before going back down to the base, enjoying the feeling of the girth cutting off his breathing as it throbs in his throat.
"You know, slut… I think I liked it when your back was white,” Onyx says as he strokes Firework’s mane. “Start working harder so I can paint you."
Firework works his way up and down Onyx's cock a lot faster, deep throating his dom as best he can, making sure to flick his tongue out when he reaches the base to lick his balls. Over and over, he brings his head down to the base of Onyx’s cock, choking on the glorious shaft, eager for the promised repainting.
"Ah yeah, a lot better than the twins,” Onyx groans. “I don't know what whore experiment you went through, but I'm starting to think your stable wouldn't be at all shocked to see you like this."
Firework smirks as he works the shaft in his mouth with gusto, swallowing as best he can to try and pleasure Onyx even more. His lips smack against the base of Onyx’s cock, choking on it for a few moments before pulling back up.
"Oh, yes!" Onyx grabs him by the mane and yanks him off, tossing him to the ground. He jerks himself off the rest of the way, and hot splashes of cum rain down on Firework’s back. Each one feels like a splash of lava against his whipped hide. He whimpers in pleasure as the last of the droplets splatter against his shoulders..
"You can drink the leftovers, whore," Onyx says, putting the tip of his flare to Fire's mouth as he drinks a strange potion that he pulls from beneath the end table. After a few swallows, he’s instantly hard again and fully erect.
Firework suckles the last bits of cum from Onyx’s cock, taking his time to lick up every last drop. He worships the rod in his mouth, lavishing it with licks as the salty goodness of the spunk smears across his tongue. His heavy breathing fills his muzzle with Onyx’s musky scent, sending him into a blissful state.
"Good colt. Now, pull off and present your colt cunt," Onyx says, stroking Fire's mane.
Firework slowly pulls off of his cock, his tongue trailing up to the head, giving it a kiss before pulling back from it. He wobbles, his forelegs still bound and forcing him to remain on his knees, as he turns around and presents his ass to his dom, giving it a little shake.
"I want you to beg for me to ram you, whore," he orders as he yanks the dildo out of Firework’s ass with a loud pop.
"Please! Rail my ass like the whore I am! Make me scream as you wreck my ass! Please Sir! I need it!" Firework begs as he raises his ass and shakes it a bit more.
"I don't think you really want it though," he sighs. "If you don't want it, I guess I’ll just have to send you away."
"Please, Master! Make me yours! I want to be your whore!" Firework begs bowing as low as he can while raising his ass as high as he can.
"Will you be mine, though? I must admit I like you more than most." He drops the leash down for Firework. "Put it on, and I'll breed you like a horny bitch in heat. I'll let everyone know what a filthy whore you are, unfit for anything but taking dick.”
Firework quickly fumbles for the leash, struggling with it for a moment before he hooks it into the collar around his neck like a good whore. The second he has it hooked in correctly, the foot-long cock is rammed into his ass. His master pulls on his hips, grunting and struggling to fit his cock past Firework’s pucker.
"Fuck, you’re tight, but damn, you don't have any depth! I will cram… every inch… IN!" His horn lights up and a mirror is rolled over so Firework can watch as his ass is fucked. "I want you to tell yourself what you are until you believe it, bitch! If you stop talking, I stop thrusting!"
"I'm your whore, Master! Your slutty, worthless fuck toy! I'm your cocksleeve, Master!" Firework shouts and moans as he watches his master ram his ass hard in the mirror. The more Fire denigrates himself, the harder his Onyx pushes. His master is able to slip ten inches of his footlong into his ass, but no further.
"You're so tight. I'll need to call Breaker to fix this cunt of yours. Damn, you stupid bitch! What are you!? I can't– unf– hear you!" Onyx grabs Firework’s hips as he pistons his cock into him.
"I AM YOUR WHORE, MASTER!!" Firework screams at the top of his lungs as Onyx crams his ass full of cock.
"Don't tell me, tell yourself! Look yourself in the eye and say it so I can hear you!"
Fire's ass spreads wider as Onyx's flare flicks his prostate. His horn lights up and his magic envelops Fire's caged cock and balls, teasing and tantalizing them as the crop whips Firework five times.
Firework looks directly into his own eyes as he lets out a loud moan from each strike of the crop. As soon as he has the breath, he shouts, "He is my master! I am his toy, his whore! His pleasure comes first!"
Onyx’s magic overloads Fire’s head with lust and orgasmic pleasure. The last thing he hears is his self-degradation and his master's groan before his ass is filled with hot spunk that feels like liquid fire. His world goes blank as the magic fries his mind. All he can do is moan and try to repeat the demeaning words.
When his master’s orgasm comes to an end, he pulls his cock from Fire’s ass and tugs on the leash. Firework obeys, following his master as he pulls him towards his office. Reaching the desk, Firework is pushed under it before his master takes a seat in the chair. The crop floats under the desktop and strikes Firework’s ass.
"Good whore. Now, what are you?" his master asks.
"Your plaything, Master." Firework replies almost robotically as he follows his master, making whimpering noises as the crop strikes him again.
"And where do you belong?" he asks, looking down at Firework.
"Beneath you, Master, pleasuring your cock," Firework replies, keeping his eyes respectfully downcast.
"Perfect answer, fleshlight." He spreads his legs, revealing his cock. He doesn't give the order, as it is not required, and taps the keys of the typewriter. All the while, Firework sucks on his Master’s cock, cleaning the leftover spunk and juices from his ass. The sour and salty taste is heaven to him, as he works the rod into his throat, cleaning every inch of the precious shaft.
The room begins to glow as the typewriter produces a book, fully typed, edited, and bound between two hard covers, all in the matter of a few minutes. When the book is done, Onyx shows it to Firework. On the cover, it shows a black unicorn and a white pony. The white pony is so thoroughly fucked, his mind has become mush.
His master strokes his mane. “I may have overdone it a bit with that mind assault, but damn, it was just so hot, seeing you break like a bitch.”
Firework moans as his master pets his head, continuing to suck on the cock in his mouth. The attention from his master just adds to the loopiness he feels. It feels like an eternity passes as he sucks, his glorious purpose in life being fulfilled.
"You were worth it, and I'm sure you’ll be okay." He undoes the cage, looking down to see how large Firework is. His cock springs to its full mast of eight inches, fully erect as he works on his master's fuckrod. He licks along the bottom of the shaft as he slips it further and further into his mouth, until the tip slips down his throat.
"Huh. That's so small that it's cute." Onyx starts stroking it with a hind hoof as his magic starts stretching Fireworks ass hole. "I'd love to write a sequel with you."
Firework groans around the cock in his mouth and nods his head the best he can, a dopey look plastered on his face.
"Go fetch the book you brought me so I can sign it. Level deserves that much, after all."
Firework slides slowly off the cock with a pop. "Yes, Master." He wiggles out from under the desk and waddles off to grab the book, bringing it back to him, offering it to his master with a bow.
"Good colt." Onyx pats his head and opens the front cover, signing it. "What is your value in life? What are your goals and dreams?"
"My value is to serve you, Master. My goal is to please you, and my dream is to be the best whore I can for you, Master," Firework replies, keeping his head down in a respectful bow.
"I see… Yeah, the spell was too much," he sighs. "Well, come on… Let's go and see Level Headed.” Onyx starts for the door, but as Fire crawls after, he catches a glimpse of Fire’s cock waggling in the mirror. “Wait a second. You can’t go out looking like that. Let's cage you up, first."
He leads Firework to the kitchen, tugging on the leash as he moves to the freezer. He pulls out a pair of ice cubes and presses them against Firework’s balls to make his cock shrink back down enough to fit in the cage. Once his colt clit is properly locked away, Firework’s master leads him out of the house and through the streets to Calamity Jr’s Bar and Grill.
Onyx walks up to the bar and sits down on a stool. “Level?” he calls.
A green pegasus mare with a light gray mane and tail approaches, seeing the leash first. “Onyx, you know there aren’t any pets allowed in here…”
Firework wriggles his way between Onyx’s legs and begins nuzzling his crotch and kissing his thighs. This draws Level’s attention, and she smacks his nose with a bar towel. “None of that, either!”
Onyx chuckles. “We won’t be long. Not even staying for a pint. I just want to talk.”
Level sneers at the display between his legs at first but on closer inspection… “Is he broken?”
Onyx nods.
“Oh, hells,” she sighs. “I sent him out on an errand, and you go and break him before he can finish… Please tell me you at least talked to him before you broke him?”
Onyx waved his hoof around. “Kinda.”
“Tsk.” Level tosses the towel over her shoulder. “Should have sent somepony else. That way, somepony would have made sure it was done.”
Onyx holds up the book and pops the cover open, revealing his signature. “You mean like this?”
Level takes the book and looks at the signature. “Huh. I guess I owe you one, now…”
Onyx looks down at Firework, who’d sucked one of his balls into his mouth. He rubs his pet’s cheek. “No, I’d say we’re square…”