Spicy looked back over his shoulder at Braeburn standing proud while Rainbow lifted out a clean pair of chaps. Both cheeks felt like they were on fire, but Spicy knew that his reddish skin wouldn't show such marks easily.
While Rainbow pulled the leather, crotchless chaps up his legs, Braeburn pulled his shirt off. "Feel free to undress if you want, little filly, I want him aching for a piece of you." He thought about it some more. "Actually, would you mind kindly taking your pants off and climbing up on the bed in front of him. Make sure he can see your ass."
Walking around Spicy, Braeburn took hold of one of his hands and worked a safe loop around his wrist, threaded the rope through the D ring on the bedpost, then took up all the slack and tied his other wrist there. "Look at her. Don't you want to plow that yearlin' like yer her first stallion?"
With his wrists secured, Spicy could think of nothing but testing the rope. Pulling at the knots did nothing, neither tightening them nor giving him any slack. He lost track of Braeburn for a minute, but when a loud crack sounded above his head, Spicy Hot almost melted.
Another crack, lower this time, and Braeburn had the feel of his old whip. He could have snapped a fly out of the air with it, but instead he made the tip lick carefully across Spicy's rump before it sped up and cracked again.
The line of fire that just drew along Spicy's rear made him groan. He knew his limit, and the line Braeburn had drawn on him was getting close—but it wasn't over it. Turning, Spicy looked back just in time to see Braeburn bringing the whip around again. He quickly turned his head to look at Rainbow again.
Braeburn didn't bring the whip forward until Spicy had looked away, but then brought the tip along Spicy's other cheek. "You know you'll remember this every time you move for the next week, right?"
"Y-Yes, Master," Spicy said.
Another swing, and another crack of the whip, though this time Braeburn didn't let it connect with Spicy, and put it down right away. Pumping a bottle that was half hanging out of his gear bag, Braeburn brought the handful of lube to his shaft and started massaging it. It wasn't hard to get hard, not with a submissive that enjoyed his games as much as Spicy seemed to be.
The first thing Spicy knew of what was coming was Braeburn pressing his shaft into the crevice of Spicy's rear so that he was hot-dogged. He made a hungry, whining sound, only to feel a hand press to one of the lines of fire. Spicy's right thigh burned hotter, but combined with the arousal of the hefty dick pressed to his ass, it felt good.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Braeburn brought his hand away from Spicy's sore thigh. Watching Spicy's wings flutter weakly, Braeburn wasn't surprised at the hungry sounds his submissive partner was making. "Well?"
"Too long, Master. Please?"
"Please what, colt?" Braeburn pressed his hips forward a little, giving a playful shove to Spicy's rear.
"Please fuck me, Master!"
"No." Braeburn pulled back from Spicy and left him waiting. "You're not ready yet. I could fuck you, like you ask, but you won't get the most from it."
Spicy's eyes flew open when he felt a hand close around his dick and start stroking. There was plenty of lube in Braeburn's palm, and the work soon had him lifted from hard and horny to exploding with pleasure. And then, without any warning, Spicy Hot unloaded onto the floor. His body shuddered, and it felt like lightning flashed around his groin. He felt used in a way that only worked for him when he was submissive.
"Good colt. Is that all of it?" Braeburn ignored Spicy's nodding and gave him a few more strokes for good measure. "All better?"
Trembling, Spicy nodded. He was completely out of control. Braeburn showed him with every action that the only thing Spicy could do for himself was breathe. "Y-Yes, Master."
Pressing his hips down to Spicy's rump, Braeburn made sure he could feel the shaft sliding between his lubed cheeks. With each rocking action, Spicy made another hungry little sound. "I don't want you climaxing while I'm fucking you, colt. You got that? When master's taking his fun, you don't get yours."
"Yes, Master." Spicy Hot knew what kind of command that was—it was one meant to be broken and punished for. That wouldn't stop him from trying to restrain himself, but Spicy knew that if Braeburn screwed him, he wouldn't be able to take it.
"Just so as we're clear, there are punishments for being a bad colt. Bad colts don't get to fuck their girlfriend for a week." Feeling Spicy tense under him, Braeburn looked up at Rainbow and winked at her. "What say you, colt? Are you ready to hold back for your master?"
Spicy grit his teeth and nodded. He barely had a moment to think about accepting the deal before Braeburn was in motion. The big guy slid himself back in a smooth cycle, then pushed forward. When the tip of Braeburn's shaft kissed Spicy's anus, his submissive instinct caused part of his sphincter to relax completely, but Braeburn had to push past the rest of it.
"You're tight, colt. You need to let your girl wear a strap-on once in a while. Let her plow that ass of yours." Pushing forward until he felt he was almost halfway in, Braeburn paused. "If you cum down there, that's all the action you'll get from her for a week. Got it? Your dick stays out of her until it's well-behaved."
A mixture of amazement and mirth threatened to overwhelm Rainbow Dash. She was watching her boyfriend get reamed by another guy, get given commands, and licks of a whip, and Spicy Hot loved it. In her heart, that's all that mattered to Rainbow. Spicy's love of the rough play was obvious, and to her it made him beautiful in a new way.
Spicy stared at Rainbow's ass as it swayed before him—he had to hold onto his pleasure. When Braeburn next pushed, Spicy returned with a rolling motion that saw his butt swallow up Braeburn's shaft all the way to the base. For just a moment Spicy felt amazingly full and hot—with Braeburn's crotch pressed firmly to his ass cheeks—but when the other guy pulled back, it stole Spicy's breath.
Taking his time, like any good show, Braeburn didn't start to push back into Spicy until he whined. Thrusting felt like he was clearing the way for the first time again—Braeburn grabbed Spicy's shoulders and pulled him back firmly. "So tight. Someone's going to have to start plowin' this field on regular basis."
Spicy's tongue snaked its way out of the side of his mouth, and there it stayed while Braeburn worked his hips. He didn't care that his mouth hung open, or that he whined each time Braeburn pulled back, not when each thrust into him made his whole body tingle with pleasure. He rocked not with his own movement, but because Braeburn was pulling and pushing him.
Turning around when she noticed Spicy not looking at her butt anymore, Rainbow crawled to the edge of the bed and got a little closer to the action. "A strap-on? I hadn't actually thought of that before."
Braeburn was surprised by Rainbow's closeness, but the topic was something he could warm to. "He might be topping you, but he'll remember what I'm doin' right now." Dirty-talk was part and parcel of Braeburn's game-plan, particularly since Spicy had been reacting to it so far. "Hear that, colt? When your girlfriend's ramming this ass, you'll think back to how big I was inside you."
Spicy already knew that, but to be taunted with it was something else. He lifted his chin and looked up at Rainbow. Biting his lip, he stared into her eyes while Braeburn pounded him. He tried to imagine Rainbow doing it, doing him, but he couldn't picture his submissive girlfriend getting into this at all, and his thoughts kept straying back to the stud currently serving him.
"Hold it back. You know the deal," Braeburn said.
Just mention of the bargain was a chink in Spicy's armor—that and the hefty penis brushing his prostate every time its own shoves against him. Each thrust caused his shaft to tingle and twitch a little more. As the sex continued—and as Braeburn kept up a litany of degrading words for him—Spicy started to struggle to hold back his climax.
"Little colt? You're not getting close, are ya?" Braeburn liked the cute fuzzy ears Spicy sported—they were perfect for whispering naughty things into. He nipped at the one nearest his mouth, put a little pressure down, then released. "Because I'm not even halfway there yet."
Screwing his eyes closed, Spicy tried to focus on things other than the thick cock railing him. He had no clue if Braeburn were telling the truth about his endurance, but it didn't matter. He could feel himself getting closer and closer, and he had to screw his eyes closed and try to just go with the butt-reaming. Just don't think of how hot this is. You can do it, Spicy. Yup, it's just another normal day with the hottest guy ever pile-driving me—NO! Spicy thought.
"Hey. You alright down there? Little colt?" When Braeburn got no reply from Spicy, he reached under his submissive and closed his hand around his cock. "Going to answer me now?"
Spicy Hot's eyes flew open. The hand around his hard shaft might not be moving, but just the tension was enough. Enough to push him toward the very edge of climax. "P-P-Please, Master, I'm going to—"
Before Spicy could say another word, however, he felt a rush of heat in his rump. An explosion of pleasure both purely physical and mental—from his submission—did its job and Spicy was shoved into his own climax as he felt Braeburn fill him with hot seed.
For Braeburn, the moment of climax was just about perfect. He felt himself tense like a clock-spring, and only when he went over the edge did he feel wetness in his hand—the hand holding Spicy's cock. Like a brutish stallion, Braeburn bucked and slammed himself against Spicy's rump again and again, plowing his seed into his colt's rear. He couldn't believe how good it felt to top someone so completely.
Spicy slumped, his rear seeming to pulse and squeeze at Braeburn—milking him and giving his master as satisfying orgasm as it could. He felt on the urge of blackout, his heart thudding in his ears and his dick throbbing in Braeburn's hand.
Spicy managed to prize open his eyes and look up. Rainbow Dash was so close they could almost kiss. He couldn't help his goofy smile, but Rainbow wasn't looking back at him. As his giddy, submissive mind struggled to make sense of her expression, Spicy felt another thrust and gush inside him.
"I won't lie, that's really hot, but you know you got pony ears out of it, right?" Rainbow Dash looked right at Braeburn, and studied his fuzzy little ears on top of his head. "I think there's something about this town."
Braeburn, now he knew he had them, couldn't fail to notice his ears. They flicked about at the slightest hint of sound, and—Smiling, Braeburn leaned back and let go of Spicy's shaft. "Well, Ah'd think it's more accurate that there's somethin' about you two. What's the score with all this?"
"Score? Didn't you hear me? You're turning into a pony like the rest of us!" Rainbow Dash said.
Blowing out a slow breath and examining Spicy's wings, Braeburn cocked his best smile. "An' what makes ya think I don't like the idea of bein' a big, burly stallion?" Just saying his fantasy made Braeburn start to get hard again. "Come on. Have you seen a horse cock? They are practically built for sensation."
Rainbow had to smile at the look of excitement Braeburn held. "That explains why you were willing to go through with this, given how I looked and everything."
Leaning forward, Braeburn pushed Spicy off balance and reached out a hand to Rainbow's jaw. He looked into her eyes and grinned. "Seeing your ass, with that perfect—plush—ring… If you were a little less girly, I'd fuck you too."
Spicy couldn't speak, couldn't think, and when Braeburn gave him a few small humps, he lost what self-control he had managed to pull together. He was a mess, lying in a mess, and he couldn't be happier. His ears twitched as he heard Rainbow and Braeburn—his master—talking. The conversation seemed like it might be important, but all that mattered to him was the growing cock in his rear. A hand found Spicy's ear, and he couldn't help but lean his head into the touch and make happy noises.
"Wow. He's really under." Rainbow kept rubbing the fuzzy ear. "So, these strap-on things. How do they work for a girl?"
"Colt?"
Braeburn's voice invoking that word yanked at Spicy's mind as if it were a leash. He groaned and looked up.
Braeburn could see when he had Spicy's attention. It tickled his dominant side to know he could pull the man from a stupor just with a command. "You need to teach your girl about using a strap-on."