By the time Rainbow Dash reached Spicy Hot's shop and home, she'd managed to cool herself down to just wings and ears—normal. Heading up the stairs, she poked her head in the shop first. Spicy Hot was serving a customer. "Lavender?"
Lavender Lace was buying her third vibrator. That is, the third she had purchased—she still had the one Rarity had dropped off. "R-Rainbow Dash? What are you doing here?" She didn't want to sound accusatory, but she was in a sex toy shop and she'd just met someone she knew from high school.
"She's my girl!" Leaning into a heavier-than-usual-gay-accent, Spicy Hot reached across the counter and crooked a finger through the front of Rainbow Dash's collar. He pulled her so that she had to lean across, and then he kissed her on the cheek.
Rainbow Dash's heart sped up, and she felt a heat ignite in her belly—she loved rough possessiveness in Spicy. "That's me. So what are you doing here?"
"I was just buying some—some things for a friend!" It was the worst lie ever and Lavender Lace knew it. "Yup! Just—uh—a friend. She needed some—um—vibrators! Can't go without her vibrators."
Noticing the slightest of nods from Spicy Hot, Rainbow Dash took that as a sign to have a little fun. Reaching out a hand she peeked in the top of Lavender's bag. "Oh! That one! Your friend is going to love that. I know it's meant for the little nub at the end to rub your clit, but I turn it around and let it work on my—" She turned her head back to a grinning Spicy Hot. "What's the bit called between your pussy and your ass?"
"Perineum." Spicy Hot knew full well Rainbow Dash's sharp mind wouldn't have forgotten that word—they'd been talking about it the previous night. "And it is a really sensitive stretch that a lot of people forget about." He turned to look at Lavender. "You should listen to her, she's got more experience with this stuff."
"And you need lots of lube. The nubby bits on that can get really pinchy if you aren't either sopping wet or use a ton of good lube. You should—I mean your friend should—totally get everything really wet down there first." As she spoke, Rainbow Dash could see Lavender blushing, but she could sense something else.
Little did Rainbow Dash know that the former parasite—that was now part of her—had sharpened her sense of smell with regard to not only normal human sexual fluids, but in particular a human with a parasite in them.
The truth was Lavender Lace was hanging on Rainbow Dash's words and she was clenching her pelvic floor muscles in the fervent desire to have something inside her. "I-I-I'll tell my friend!" She didn't exactly push past Rainbow Dash, but she got around Rainbow and Lavender was racing down the stairs in her need to get home and get off.
"For someone who isn't into girls, Rainbow Dash, you are certainly excellent at teasing lesbians." Spicy Hot kept his silly accent on just to mess with Rainbow.
Rainbow Dash let Spicy's finger pull her close again and they kissed properly, firmly, and with him shoving his tongue so far into her mouth she thought he would taste her breakfast. By the time he pulled back she was gasping in excitement. "Wait. Hold on. Lavender's a lesbian?"
"Please! Of course she is. I was flashing my butt to her and there was no response. You walk in and her temperature hits two hundred, and she practically orgasms at the counter from you saying 'clit'." Spicy Hot gave a curt nod. "She's gay as a rainbow."
"So what you're saying is I not only pull hot, gay guys, but I turn women into lesbians?" Rainbow Dash's ego had achieved liftoff and was experiencing maximum dynamic pressure—everything looked good for orbit. "Yup! Sporty girls have the hottest bods."
"Well, sporty girl, tonight you're going to be a sporty boy-toy. You're going to be on the end of my leash and everybody will beg me to have you." Giving Rainbow Dash's collar another little tug, Spicy Hot let her go. "You brought what I asked you to?"
"Of course, Master." Reaching over her shoulder, Rainbow Dash pulled out her rubber shirt and the hardware needed to fit the D ring back on her collar, cuffs, and ankle straps. She had to go back to grab the panties. "Is that all?"
"You're going to pony up, let's admit it." Spicy Hot took the first of the rings and walked toward the back of the store. "Bring the latex things."
Scooping up the two garments she had worn during their first time playing together, Rainbow Dash followed Spicy Hot with a spring in her step. "You know I can't help that. It's not even getting horny that does it, it's when you take control."
"Which means you are probably going to be hooves, wings, and fur for most of the night. So I have some ideas around it." When he reached his workbench, Spicy Hot wound the bench vice out a little bit. "Come over here so I can get this back on."
Circling around, Rainbow Dash could see where Spicy was gesturing: the floor at his feet. "What do you mean, around it?" she asked.
Positioning Rainbow Dash just right, Spicy Hot slipped the back of her collar into the soft jaws of the vice and closed it. She was stuck in place. "I already had some horse-play things, but I think we can do better than that. You're going to make a great colt."
Tilting her chin up, Rainbow Dash made sure Spicy Hot had room to screw the ring-plate back on the front of her collar. Sure he could have just removed the collar to do it, but she honestly enjoyed this way more.
Just as he got the last screw started the door chimed. "I'll be right back."
Rainbow Dash's eyes widened—she was locked in place. Part of her wanted to panic, while another part wanted to squirm, but the last part sat in complete obedience. She waited until she felt two weights settle on each side of her head, then she gasped. Sonata's face—upside down—looked over Rainbow Dash's head.
"Hi Rainbow. Spicy's helping someone. He said I should keep an eye on you and not let you get hurt." Not pulling back an inch, Sonata was perfectly happy letting her breasts press to Rainbow Dash's head in an excellent real-life example of a boob-hat. "How's things?"
So far in their interactions, Sonata had completely failed to trigger Rainbow Dash to use her safe word. Not a single command or attempt to dominate had come from the siren. It had left her in a peaceful and slightly naughty place with Sonata. Rainbow Dash was almost always bottoming when they were together, but Sonata's level reactions were refreshing. "Oh, you know, normal day held in a vice to the table while Master does his work."
"Want me to help you get off or anything?" Sonata Dusk asked.
"I'm not really that distracted yet. Sorry, Sonata." The vague sound of chatter ended as the register beeped from the other end of the shop.
Sonata straightened up and walked around the bench only to sit in the chair before Rainbow Dash. It was impossible to deny the sense of control Sonata felt, though she knew it was a leash she must not pull without permission. "Have you ever eaten a girl out?"
Rainbow Dash almost choked for a second before she realized the game. She tried to shake her head, but forgot the vice holding her still. "No. Not really my thing."
Glancing up to make sure no one was watching, Sonata reached to the front of her shirt. "You can say no and I'll stop, but would you like to see what you're missing?"
"I don't have to do anything?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"Nope." Sonata Dusk loved the idea of flashing a straight girl, although Rainbow Dash wasn't as straight as Sonata had initially thought—things kinda change like that when you get a girlfriend. When Rainbow slowly nodded (only a little, her collar was still trapped), Sonata lifted her skirt higher and pulled her panties down.
It didn't look completely like her own, but Rainbow Dash could definitely identify the sleek folds and slightly puffy entrance as being a vulva. A little nub of arctic-blue flesh sat at the top, and Rainbow Dash had to admit that Sonata did a good job of keeping herself looking appealing.
"Any closer and you'd be gay, too," Spicy Hot said from right beside Rainbow Dash's ear.
"You did that on purpose!" Rainbow Dash didn't jerk too hard—she liked her collar—but she did test the grip of the vice.
Pushing the lewd, ancient mythological monster from his seat, Spicy Hot tutted at Rainbow Dash. "Hold still and I'll get this done up." With only a few quick twists, Spicy had the D-ring firmly attached. "There."
The feel of the vice letting go as Spicy twisted it was Rainbow Dash's signal to jump up and chase Sonata, but she didn't move. She couldn't fault Sonata for what had happened, and Rainbow had even given permission. "Thank you, Master."
"Go and clean up and put these on. Come back out when you're ready." Spicy Hot clipped a leash he'd brought back with him to her collar, and neatly drew it up so that it hung about a foot in length from her collar. "And Pet? Make sure not to show your ass off too much. Remember, there's nothing covering that hole."
"W-What about something to go in me?" Now that Rainbow Dash had been given a close-up look of a vulva, her own felt empty.
"Not tonight. If I put anything in there, you'll feel more girly. I want the opposite of that," Spicy Hot said.
Sonata Dusk let out a deep sigh. "She has a nice ass." Trudging out, she walked up behind the counter and started doing a count on the register. As she counted, her eyes flickered up to Spicy Hot as he selected things off the shelf. Then it hit her—he was selecting stuff for Rainbow Dash to wear. Counting money was now way less interesting than seeing the bridle Spicy Hot had in his hands.
Cleaning herself out was always important, particularly when Spicy asked her to. Rainbow Dash had quickly learned to love anal play, and wanted to encourage him to partake in it as much as he wanted. Once the cool water was out, and coming out clean, she dried off and pulled up the rubber panties.
The top proved more effort, but Rainbow Dash had been given a nice example of how to put it on by Spicy Hot. Rolling the rubbed down, she felt it squeeze over her chest and belly, the hem of it touching her panties and making her look like her body had been dipped in black rubber. Stuffing her clothes back in the dirty-side of her gym bag, Rainbow Dash flushed and opened the door.
There was two people she didn't know at the counter talking to Sonata about butt plugs, but she spied Spicy Hot nearby. She looked between the people and Spicy, but it was too late—they'd seen her. Walking slowly toward Spicy Hot, Rainbow Dash tried to not look at the couple, but they did their best to do the same with her.
"Pet, do you have something to say?" Spicy Hot asked.
It was an offer, Rainbow Dash realized. She could simply say her safeword and Spicy wouldn't hold her to any of their game. But the game was important to her. These people didn't even know her. "No, Master." She walked proudly toward Spicy Hot, the leash swinging slowly at her chest while she could practically feel the hole in her panties let a breeze blow over her anus.
"Hold it in. Don't change yet." Spicy Hot held up a rubber hood with eye and mouth holes, one for a neck, and another for hair to be worked through. "I've seen what happens when you change: your clothing changes too. I'm going to put things on that suit your human self, so when you become more pony, they still fit."
With that, Spicy Hot pulled the mask over Rainbow Dash's head. The world went dark, and Rainbow Dash focused on slowing her breathing, not getting too into the fun. Being watched no longer entered into her thoughts at all.
There wasn't as much to Rainbow Dash's hair as, say, Rarity's, but it still took a bit for Spicy to get all of it through the hole. Once he did, and he pulled the hood down Rainbow Dash's face, he stared into her eyes. "That looks great on you."
"What's next, Master?" Rainbow Dash tried to ignore the feeling of her ears being compressed, but she hoped that would be fixed when she eventually ponied up—more.
Spicy pulled the bridle over Rainbow Dash's head next. The soft leather wasn't bulky, or cheap-looking like most such things, instead being more for show than for control—it resembled an actual equine bridle closely, except there was no bit.
"There's some boots, too. I'm hoping you don't ruin these." Spicy Hot reached to the side and pulled out the very boots he meant. They were long, thigh-high boots that ended in equine-shaped hooves.
Rainbow Dash couldn't hold back giggles at the fact that she actually had hooves, yet was going to be wearing these. She tried to take one from Spicy, but he tutted at her.
"Down the back and sit up on the bench," Spicy Hot said.
Letting out an excited giggle, Rainbow Dash almost lost her control and changed before she climbed up on the bench. Turning around in place, however, she saw the two people were gone, but two more had taken their place: Derpy Hooves and Flash Sentry. She froze in place, eyes meeting Derpy's.
"Rainbow Dash?" Derpy asked. It was obviously her friend, despite the fetish gear. Rainbow hair was rare enough, but she recognized Rainbow's eyes. "That is you, isn't it?"
"Ah-hem!" Sonata Dusk banged a hand on the front desk to get Derpy and Flash's attention. "She is not Rainbow Dash right now, please don't call her that unless she—"
"Slowpoke!" a male voice said.
Rainbow Dash stared at Spicy Hot. "Why'd you say that?" she asked.
"Because it's obvious they're your friends. Talk to them if you want, I bet they're curious." As he lifted up one of Rainbow Dash's legs and started slipping the long boot up it, Spicy Hot lowered his voice and said, "They're both newbies, but they're kinky."
Feeling more herself, Rainbow Dash let out a sigh. "Hiya Derps, Flash. What's up?"
Seeing her friend at least acting normal now, Derpy felt more at ease. She walked down the rows of fetish gear until she stood just behind Spicy Hot. "Just ordering a new corset, and getting Flash his next present."
"H-Hi Rainbow Dash." Not doing quite as well at handling the seeing-a-friend-in-bondage-gear scenario as Derpy was, Flash Sentry tried not to look at Rainbow's chest, but when he did look he was a little confused.
Derpy booped Flash on the nose. "Her eyes, Flashy."
"It's alright." Rainbow Dash couldn't believe what she was saying, but she was saying it. "I wear this to get reactions, and because Spicy says so."
Derpy Hooves gasped in sudden realization. "You are his sub? Like in Fif—"
"If you say that word while I'm dressing up my pet I'm going to… I don't know what I'm going to do, but don't believe a word of that tripe." Spicy Hot pulled the long boot up Rainbow Dash's leg and started the process of lacing it up.
"But you sell them over there," Flash Sentry said, pointing to a shelf of books.
"I sell them to housewives who want a little fantasy to titillate them while they have missionary sex. This is real—" Spicy Hot let out a sigh. "Rainbow, what are you doing tomorrow night?"
"Uh, I was going to be meeting—uh—a friend. Why?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"I think I might need your help to teach another class. This is all your fault, you know. If you hadn't led half your school in here to buy expensive BDSM equipment, I wouldn't be obliged to teach them how to use it properly." Spicy Hot looked up and between Derpy and Flash. "How about it? One night, and I'll teach you enough that you won't screw something up and end up hating yourselves and bondage for the rest of your lives."
"Tomorrow night?" Derpy Hooves' mind raced. "Uh, I don't think we had anything more interesting planned." She looked at Flash, who shrugged at her. "You're on!"
"Maybe this should have been part of the school curriculum?" Tapping her chin, Rainbow Dash thought of the silliest way to name such a thing. "Wait, it could be a whole range of classes. One for ropes, one for rubber, and one for discipline!"
"Wouldn't she look more feminine if you put a corset on her?" Derpy Hooves asked.
"That's not the effect I want." Finally getting the first boot laced all the way up to Rainbow Dash's mid-thigh, Spicy Hot moved to the other. "Besides, that's your shtick. I'm surprised Flash there isn't in a hot little strumpet-corset. Something to push his chest up a little."
"He was reluctant at first, but he loves wearing the cage I got him. You should see how worked up he got after that first week. I took it off him and he made me walk funny for two days!" Derpy said.
Flash, mortified, barely managed to recover in time to deliver a joke (joking was his way of deflecting, of course). "You always walk funny, Derpy-do." And, having made a joke about it, it felt okay to talk about. He leaned in and kissed Derpy's cheek.
Rainbow Dash bit her lip, but she had to know. "Are you wearing it now?"
Like a deer caught in headlights, Flash Sentry realized he had to be honest with a girl sitting before him dressed in a BDSM rubber suit. "Y-Yeah."
"Can I see it?" Licking between her lips, Rainbow Dash couldn't believe how horny the idea of a guy in a chastity cage made her. Though, when she actually thought on it, she just wanted to see his penis.
Looking back over his shoulder, Flash Sentry could only see Sonata Dusk in the store. He reached for his jeans' fly and unfastened it, then his belt. Pulling his jeans and boxers down, he revealed the hard plastic casing locked behind his balls, hiding his trapped penis within.
"That's pretty hot. I'm not going to lie," Rainbow Dash said.
"Does it get nice and tight?" Spicy Hot was lost in looking now, but then he tilted his head up to look at Flash right in the eyes. "Do you lay on your bed and squirm?"
Flash Sentry couldn't stop himself from nodding.
"Doesn't it feel great to know someone has that key, someone has control?" As he spoke, Spicy Hot could see the plastic toy jump a little—it was the only answer he actually needed.
"Pull your pants up, Flashy." Derpy Hooves booped her boyfriend on the nose. She turned back to Spicy and Rainbow. "We should probably be going. What time tomorrow?"
"Come around for dinner if you want. I have a feeling we'll be having burritos," Spicy Hot said.
"Got it." Flash made certain to adjust himself as he pulled his boxers and jeans back up. Once he had his pants secured, there was no sign he should be hard as a rock. As it was, his penis ached to get fully hard, trapped as it was in the plastic prison. "Come on, Derpy-do, we have a movie to see."
As Flash turned around to leave, he felt Derpy grab him from behind and wrap one arm around his belly and grab his groin with the other. This was normally behavior she showed at home, but the store was starting to feel oddly comfortable as a place to let loose—he had just pulled out his junk after all. "Derpy I—"
"Love you, Flashy." Kissing Flash Sentry's cheek, Derpy Hooves let go of his groin and walked with him to the door.
Watching the couple walk outside, Sonata Dusk sighed and slumped her head down with a wide smile. "I wish I could feed off love." She made a happy giggle.
"Isn't it kinda strange how—like—every second or so of my friends turns out to have some kind of kink?" Rainbow Dash flexed both her legs as soon as Spicy Hot had the second limb secured in a boot.
Spicy Hot stood up and looked at Rainbow Dash. "Everyone has kinks, Pet. All most people do is keep theirs quiet. So—boring! Sharing your ideas for fun with trusted friends is a great way to experience them, and find new ones you never realized could be fun."
From the boots that covered her legs from toe to mid-thigh there was a thin band—barely a hand-width—of blue flesh before her rubber panties. The shirt met the panties, giving a boyish figure all the way up to Rainbow Dash's hood. There was a band of blue flesh at her neck, bisected by her collar, and Rainbow Dash's eyes, nose, and mouth had clear access. Her wings were pinned to her back by the tight shurt, and her long hair was fed through a hole in the top of the rubber hood. Of course, the bridle still wrapped around her head, ensuring the hood would be on until that was removed first.
"What next, Master?" Rainbow Dash loved using the title, but she felt herself getting turned on. Spicy had warned her not to pony up, but at this rate she was going to get much hornier, and there wouldn't be anything she could do about it.
"Next? I want to see my pony boy in all his glory." As he spoke, Spicy Hot leaned forward and pulled Rainbow Dash against him. "I want to feel as you change."
The bulge in Spicy Hot's pants pressed to Rainbow Dash's belly, and that was suddenly enough. Power flooded through her, and the magic within Rainbow spread through her body. Her torso changed first, fur growing under the rubber garments, and her wings pushed through the rubber on her back and flared wide—large.
More magic rushed along Rainbow Dash's body, growing a tail behind her, changing what lived between her legs—hidden as it was now—and modifying her legs. As she changed, her clothes did too. The boots shifted from being fake-hoof boots to actually fitting Rainbow Dash's pony legs perfectly, and the hood over her head pushed forward with her muzzle, accommodated her ears, and pulled perfectly tight over her changed features. Even the bridle stretched, becoming more like an equine accessory and less like a human toy.
Rainbow Dash hugged Spicy tighter to her, using her wings and arms to pin him in place and smooch against his lips. Everything felt better as a pony girl, and Rainbow Dash was as much a pony girl as ever. I wish I could hold this form longer, she thought, Just lock it in place for a day or so, feel more awesome for longer.
For any normal person even the most fervent longing would have little mental effect, but the part of Rainbow Dash that used to be a parasite in her head—now firmly part of her—could take things much further than just longing.
"Just one more thing, Pet." Spicy Hot had to almost shove Rainbow Dash back, though he didn't want to. He reached to the side of the bench and grabbed a single strap from a pile. "Turn around and fold your wings closed."
The strap seemed ominous, but Rainbow Dash was a little too far into the rabbit hole to back out until she at least saw everything. Turning around, she focused on closing her wings. The first touch to her wing was a shock, and Rainbow jumped, but it was Spicy Hot, and while he handled her wing, he did so with firm touches to her back.
Feeling the rubber strap around her wing, Rainbow Dash's first instinct was to spread the limb and break the binding—but it held. A shiver of joy ran down Rainbow Dash's spine, and she let out a little sigh of delight.
"This is a little further than we've gone before, Pet. Are you still okay with this?" As he spoke, Spicy Hot took up another strap from the pile. "Just say the word and we can go with your wings free."
"Oh heck no—Master. Just takes some getting used to." Rolling her shoulders, shifting her wing muscles, Rainbow Dash couldn't dislodge the first strap, and when Spicy Hot added the second to the other wing, that either. "More?"
"More. Though I don't think you'll break these on their own, I want my little stallion well restrained. Can't have you getting—flighty," Spicy Hot said.
"Fuckin' Slowpoke. That pun was bad." Though Rainbow Dash had used her safeword, she didn't want the fun to stop. "C-Can you keep going—without the puns?"
"I cannot promise there will be no more puns, though there will be more straps." As he spoke, Spicy Hot added another strap to each wing, and at the end was reaching for more.
"N-Need to get you your own top. A g-gag would be a good start." By now Rainbow Dash's wings were completely restrained. She could shift the muscles in her back to move them about, but her wings would not open. Turning her head, she watched as Spicy fit a third strap to one wing, then turned the other way to see what seemed to be the last strap applied. "What about my tail?"
"I'm terrible with braids, but with your permission, there's someone here who can help," Spicy Hot said.
Rainbow Dash felt someone press against her blindside. The doorbell hadn't rung, which meant it could be only one person, and she was already kinda okay with Sonata doing little things—she didn't flinch when one of the siren's arms wrapped around her.
"I wore my hair in a braid for around two-hundred years. Redoing it every day for that long gives you time to perfect it, you know?" If Sonata Dusk was completely honest with herself, she was ninety percent submissive, and a tiny bit dominant. The little fun she had with Rainbow scratched that itch. "Only if you cons—"
"Go for it, Sonata," Rainbow Dash said.
"Thank you." Pushing off from the bench Rainbow Dash was leaning on, Sonata moved around behind her and crouched. "You have the ribbon?" While she asked Spicy Hot for the accessory, Sonata's fingers started brushing through Rainbow's tail.
The sensation of hands brushing through her tail was new to Rainbow Dash. At first, she wanted to kick back at Sonata, but she held back that urge and it slowly became less frightening and more relaxing. Calming herself down, Rainbow Dash untensed the muscles of her rear, her legs, and finally almost slumped backwards.
Noticing the way Rainbow Dash relaxed, Sonata Dusk smiled. "You know, if you spent more time like this, I could braid your tail for you each day, Rainbow." She began separating the tail by colors, bringing a third of the rainbow between her fingers at a time.
"That—That might actually be pretty cool. I wouldn't have to worry about it sorta getting all over the place." As Sonata pulled her tail hair tight, Rainbow tensed a little again. More and more the other girl worked, and she felt the liberty of her tail-skirt soon bound up into a single, tight braid.
"Too tight?" Sonata Dusk asked.
Rainbow Dash shook her head. "N-No. Just not used to havin' a tail at all, let alone someone working on it like this." It was then she realized Spicy Hot was missing.
"Okay, now I'm going to secure the braid, then fold it up. I worked in a stable for a while, when the others weren't trying to drag me to take over some town, and I got to spend a while with horses. This is normally used for dressage." Using the ribbon, Sonata Dusk tied off the end of the braid first, then folded the length up and over itself in a Z shape, finally securing it all together into a tight mass that was more an extension of Rainbow Dash's dock than a tail skirt normally was.
"That…" Rainbow Dash focused her attention on swishing her tail, and only felt the slight swing of the bound skirt. "That's pretty good, actually. Thanks, Sonata." She kept trying to wiggle her tail while looking over her shoulder and arching her back to see her butt wiggle a bit as well.
Rainbow Dash felt Sonata's cheek press to the side of her head. She stopped wiggling her butt for a moment to listen.
"Permission to smack you on the butt?" Sonata Dusk's libido was almost squealing with excitement and anticipation.
Biting her lip for a second—then not as she realized it was a bad idea—Rainbow Dash nodded just once. The strike fell on her left buttock and sent a spark of excitement up and down her body. A moan left her throat that she really didn't realize would come out. It was a shock that she could feel something good like that at the hands of another woman.
"So. Spanking is one of my pet's kinks?" Spicy Hot's ears still rang with the exclamation, and now his own hand itched to connect with Rainbow's rear. He walked up behind Rainbow and brought his own hand to where Sonata had smacked.
Her rump was already tender, which made Spicy's rubbing of the same spot a wonderful mix of heat and pressure. Rainbow Dash found herself squirming in place. "Y-Yes, Master."
"Excuse me." Sonata needed to leave. She needed to get away. It wouldn't do to masturbate in the store. In her mind's eye, she replayed the scene again and again, imagined herself spanking Rainbow Dash and earning even more moans.
Rainbow Dash didn't notice Sonata Dusk leave. With her mind sinking deeper into submissive bliss, she pushed her rump back into Spicy Hot's hand.
"I think you broke her," Spicy Hot said.
The words pulled Rainbow Dash up from her stupor. "W-What do you mean, Master?"
"That girl has some needs Rarity isn't quite scratching. I'm pretty sure if you let her smack you like that for an hour or two, she'd make you burritos for a year." With a little pat to Rainbow's rump, Spicy reached up and put his arm around her back, then pulled her into an embrace.
"Really?" Rainbow Dash asked as she snuggled against Spicy Hot.
"This might be hard to figure out, Pet, but some of us aren't completely submissive. I've seen that girl turn into a kitty cat at Rarity's hands, but mark my words, she enjoyed that as much as you did." Offering his other arm—laden with clothes—Spicy kissed Rainbow Dash's rubber-clad cheek.
"If—" Rainbow Dash gulped. "If that was literally all she wanted, I might be okay with it. But are you?" No sooner did Rainbow finish asking than she got a firm kiss that had her heart fluttering. Getting kissed on a muzzle was a little different than a face. Rainbow Dash had more mouth than before, and her nose was a big part of her face. It was neat to feel Spicy Hot pressed against the whole front of her snout, though.
A stray thought popped into Spicy Hot's head as he contemplated the various advantages and disadvantages of a lover with a snout: she could take literally all of him in her mouth without a need to deep-throat. Just the idea of a lover so obliging made his pants tighter. Breaking the kiss, Spicy looked into Rainbow's eyes and saw a hunger to match his own. "You may let her spank you, and thank you for asking."
Feeling a little dizzy at the intensity of the kiss, Rainbow Dash could only smile and nod. Praise for doing the right thing fed her mood perfectly. She took the clothes and looked through them. No bra, of course. There was boxer shorts and actual shorts, a shirt, and a hoodie. "A little casual, isn't it?"
"With what you're wearing under it? You'll fit in perfectly," Spicy Hot said. "We'll have to give her some time to, uh, finish. Sonata's taking over the store for the night."
"So I owe her one for letting us leave early. I'll talk to her." Mentally, Rainbow Dash added another name to the complicated mental list of who's who in her love-life. She pulled the boxer shorts on first, then the shorts over those. "Do you have my bag?"
Spicy grabbed the backpack from where his pet had left it. "Do you ever get a feeling when something important is about to happen in your life?" Spicy Hot couldn't deny that getting back into the local scene was something he'd wanted to do, but his business had gotten in the way. Now, he was just excited to show off Rainbow Dash and really wanted to watch a cute hunk strip.
"Usually every other week, but that's because something or someone wants to take over the world or something." Picking up her bag, Rainbow Dash grabbed her deodorant out, the masculine one, and gave herself a quick spray with it. Not that she thought she would need it, but that she wanted to smell the part. She grabbed the aftershave and dabbed a little around her wrists and a little dot on the underside of her snout.
"It's probably just nerves. I used to go to Butter's club nearly every week before I realized how much traffic I was losing here. Sonata's been a huge help, and I'd give up more of my apartment if she really asked. It's not like we don't share well, and she cooks great food," Spicy Hot said.
"More of the apartment?" Sonata Dusk was still flush with how had and fast she'd pushed herself, but she'd barely caught the end of the conversation, and what she heard made her smile. "Maybe I should start charging for dinner?"
Pulling the hoodie on, Rainbow Dash shifted her bound wings under it. It was far too late now to pony down and back up to make wing holes. Reaching up, she grabbed the hood and flipped it over her head.
"That is the cutest thing I have ever seen," Spicy Hot said.
The reason for Spicy's statement was that the hood on Rainbow's top had flipped over her ears, and though they both made little peaks in the hood, every time there was a sound the ears twitched the hood.
Ignoring Spicy, Rainbow Dash walked over to Sonata and braced herself. It was a hard thing for her to manage, but it was only hard and not impossible. "You really liked that?"
The question caught Sonata Dusk off-guard. She blinked a few times in confusion until her mind made her remember what had happened between them last. "Th-That?" She bit her lip. "Yeah. I don't really—Not all—This is hard to explain. I like a little dominant play, sometimes, just to scratch an itch." Not in the last four-hundred years had Sonata Dusk blushed so hard.
"Unless you find someone else, I—I kinda liked it," Rainbow Dash said. "I-If you wanted to do it again, maybe a few more times?"
"Just spanking?" Sonata's lips were dry as she asked. Despite her moment of relief, she was horny all over again.
"We can talk about other suggestions later, okay?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"Okay!" Sonata Dusk felt a new fire burn inside that had nothing to do with her immediate lust and everything to do with having found a family of stable friends who didn't want to use and abuse her every chance they got. "Are you both coming back here after the club?"
"Nah. We're heading back to my place. I know I'll want to fuck somebody by then, and while Thunderbolt'd be good on his own, I'm pretty sure I'm worked up enough for them one after the other." As Rainbow Dash spoke, Spicy Hot came up beside her and clipped the leash back to her collar. "Gotta go, Sonata. Master calls."