Hearts and Hooves Day · 1:36pm February 14th
Okay.
So I still don't have the next New Nose chapter done yet. (Ten thousand words? BAH! It must be longer!)
But while I keep working on that and questioning my own sanity, I do have a spicy nugget to share with you for Hearts and Hooves Day, and I do mean spicy. (Well, spicy for what I write, anyway. It's not M rated, but it wouldn't take much to get it there.)
Anyway, enjoy!
Celestia took a moment to look over the items that Trixie had provided. The Eternal Princess of Day had heard whispers about ponies who would wear this so-called “tack” as a way to add a layer of spice to their love lives, but she had never looked into the details. What she had heard was mostly from walking in on bits of private conversations unintentionally, so that left her little to work with.
But Bean had been trying so hard to lift her spirits, and she wanted to show her gratitude in a special, unique, and unforgettable way.
Celestia’s magic picked up the ebony saddle first, and she looked it over as she considered what she did know. There was supposed to be a dominant player and a submissive player in this game, if she understood the rules properly, and the submissive one was to acquiesce to any demand of the dominant, no matter how peculiar or humiliating.
Celestia was not comfortable with the idea of being the dominant one, thus leading to her selection of items intended for the submissive pony. The bridle and bit she could understand—they had been used by tyrants and warlords in the past to control enslaved ponies, forcing them to bend and obey. Saddles, on the other hoof, were one of those high fashion items that seemed to be in demand for a season, then outdated, then back again as a “retro” look.
The Princess drew in a breath, steeled her nerves, and unbuckled the billet strap. She was going to do this for her beloved Bean. She just needed to remember that, despite her anxious desire to drop the whole thing.
The saddle slid on easily, and she had no problems tightening the straps. The small silver bells along the edges began to jingle softly with her movements, providing soft tones that she hoped would be alluring. Once she felt it was secure and centered, Celestia took a moment to look herself over in the mirror, and to make some minor adjustments to the skirt.
The next part would be far more difficult. Celestia winced as her magic picked up the bridle, the silver bells along the cheekpieces matching in tone with the ones on the saddle. With a hard swallow, the princess forced the bit into her mouth, pulled the bridle up and over her ears, and worked her jaw to set the bit in place as she buckled and secured the straps.
Celestia felt rather foolish, and the feeling intensified as she again looked in the mirror. To her eye, she looked ridiculous, and it took some considerable willpower to keep herself from yanking everything off.
“You're doing this for Bean,” she said, her words mushed and slurred slightly by the metal in her mouth. She forced her thoughts to her husband as she moved to a nearby vanity, and she plucked a tube of glossy black lipstick quickly from the selection of cosmetics. It was a bit hard to apply evenly with the obstruction in her mouth, but she somehow managed to get an even application.
The socks were not so bad. Most ponies enjoyed wearing them during the cold winter months, and they felt smooth and soft against her legs. Their allure came from the individual’s preference, and she was sure she’d heard Bean say he liked how she looked with them.
Then there were the black ribbons. Celestia had thought about dying her mane black, to match everything else, but had ultimately decided against it. If Bean thought it would enhance the look she was going for, then she would do so for a future session, but for now, the ribbons would be sufficient. It only took a few moments to weave the strips of fabric into her mane and tail, and with that, she was as ready as she ever would be.
Celestia then jingled to the pile of cushions in the corner of the room, her every step setting the bells on her outfit to ringing. She lit the few candles around her, snuffed the rest in the room, and wiggled to position herself in the most alluring pose possible.
She settled on a stretched out pose, her wings spread out on the cushions in the traditional pegasus mating display. Bean wouldn't know that, of course, but it was mostly to get herself in the mood.
And to get her heart to quit thumping loudly in her throat.
Celestia wasn’t sure how long she would have to wait, and with every passing moment, her anxiety soared higher and higher. She worried about how she looked, what her little ponies would think if they saw her wearing the tack, and above all else, how Bean would react.
After an eternity of waiting—and just a few moments before her nerves convinced her to give up on this ridiculous idea—Celestia heard the doorknob slowly turning. She swallowed hard again as Bean’s tail slowly entered the room, and it sounded like he was telling Wysteria something about tomorrow's meetings.
Bean then entered the room, shut the door, and began to turn. Celestia fought down the near heart attack she was feeling, and tried to give her husband a sultry look.
“Celly?” Bean called out. He finally turned to face her.
And then he completely froze.
“Good evening, my beloved.” Celestia’s words were as smooth as silk, and she tossed her head back slightly, making the little bells ring. “I've been expecting you.”
Bean's eyes grew as wide as dinner plates, but otherwise, he remained motionless.
Celestia slowly rose, making sure to be as seductive as possible. “I hope you're ready for an unforgettable night, my dear Bean. Until the break of dawn, I am yours to command.”
“Uh… huh?” Bean offered with a squeak.
“I am your slave for this night, my Master,” she cooed while slinking towards him. “I only desire to satisfy your every whim. Command me, and it will be done.”
Bean whimpered, and his rear legs gave out on him. “A-anything?” he weakly stammered, his voice trembling.
“Anything at all,” Celestia said in a husky tone, and she flicked her reins at him.
Bean didn't move for several long moments. Celestia wondered how badly she'd damaged their relationship.
But then slowly, Bean's hoof reached out. He took the reins with a soft touch, and he slowly pulled her head down until they were eye to eye.
“Um… I don't know if… um…” he swallowed hard. “You really want me to do this? To me your… what? Some sort of master?”
Celestia answered his question by giving him a passionate kiss. True, the bit in her mouth did hamper her efforts, but based on the shudders that overtook Bean's body, the end result was still acceptable.
His lips were stained with her lipstick when she pulled back, his gaze unfocused and dreamy. He clearly had enjoyed that.
This just might end up with a NEW new nose…
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Or another Bean Sprout...
More 😂