“Raid!”
Air Raid stared at her black coffee. She looked at it but she didn’t see it. The black coffee had gone cold ten minutes ago, but the lime green mare either didn’t notice or she didn’t care. If she was honest, it was probably a bit of both. Like her mug of coffee, Air Raid didn’t hear when her name had been called out.
“Raid!”
Like a marionette being controlled by a very clumsy operator, Air Raid reached for her stone cold mug of coffee. She was at the café. Their café. Café Diem. Ponies drank coffee at cafés. Not really seeing or hearing, she lifted the cold liquid to her lips and took a sip. ‘Cold…’ the thought crossed her mind. It wasn’t hot. Wasn’t coffee supposed to be hot? She didn’t really care. Then again, she didn’t care about most things these days. ‘Not since Darkie’s…since Darkie’s…since what happened to Darkie…’
She didn’t care about the late spring sun on her back. She didn’t care about the several ponies seeking her autograph who had gone away disappointed. She didn’t care about her rivals or her slipping position in the championship tables.
She just didn’t care. Not anymore.
“Air Raid!” For the third time, the pink stallion sat on his seating pad opposite his friend at their outdoor table, called out her name, this time punctuating each syllable with a crash of his hoof on the table top that rattled both mugs on their respective saucers.
Slowly, very slowly, like a drunk pony trying really hard to process a complex thought through an alcohol induced haze, Air Raid looked up from the café’s table top at with a considerable effort forced her grey eyes to focus on her friend. It took a moment, but finally she saw Slingshot. “What?” She asked dully. Her voice sounded strange in her ears, like she hadn’t used it in a long time.
She hadn’t. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d spoken to Darkstar. Despite what Aqua Splash had said about coma patients being able to hear, she didn’t see the point in talking to a pony who wasn’t talking back.
“Oh, finally!” Slingshot sat himself back on his seating pad and, looking – properly looking – at his friend, he couldn’t help but feel a huge pang of sympathy for her. Since Darkstar’s viciously brutal attack and subsequent hospitalisation in a coma, the lime green mare had let herself go.
‘Actually,’ he thought with a grim smile, ‘letting herself go would be a step up from where she is now…’ looking at the state of her this much was certainly true. Her blue mane was tangled and matted, with dirty greasy streaks in it. Her lime green fur was dirty in patches. Her hooves were cracked and uncared for. Her wings were a mess. Feathers out of alignment, broken secondaries rubbed up against bent primaries. Feather mites had caused several tertiary feathers to simply fall out. There were bags under her bloodshot grey eyes you could carry a week’s groceries home in. Worse than all that however was the scent. Weeks old stale body odour and bed sweat combined with her overall appearance to produce a mare who seemed homeless rather than one of Equestria’s most successful racing drivers.
“What?” Air Raid asked again, her voice sounding as cracked and hoarse as before.
Slingshot took a deep breath and a sip of his own milky coffee to steady himself for the storm to come. “I’m worried about you.” Indeed he was. She hadn’t been out of Canterlot Royal hospital in over two months, and it had been three months since her last win.
“Why?”
“Because you’re my friend!” He exclaimed. “We have a tournament coming up over in Whinnyapolis next week and…”
“I don’t care.” Air Raid interrupted her co-driver and reached again for her cold coffee. She had to try three times but eventually she got it and, sipping it, wondered if coffee was supposed to be hot. Then she wondered if she’d had that thought before.
“You’ve done no training for it and it’s a ranking tournament…” Slingshot trailed off to silence. The pink earth pony just couldn’t believe what he was hearing from his teammate, from his sister, for want of a better term. “You…you what!?”
“I don’t care.”
“You…you don’t care…” the three words felt like a death sentence to Slingshot. He never ever thought he’d hear them come from Air Raid’s lips. “You don’t care.”
“No. I don’t care.”
“Raid…Raid the Whinnyapolis five hundred is a big ranking event!” A note of passionate desperation entered his voice then. “You need the ranking points! Raid, you’ve raced just four times in the last three months. Three of those were D.N.F’s and the last one was a DQ for not following a flag command!”
“Yeah, so?” Air Raid wasn’t really listening. She reached for her coffee just to find out it was empty. She wondered who had drank her coffee.
“So? So?” Slingshot was at the end of his rope. “What do you mean, ‘yeah so,’ Raid?” He rubbed the bridge of his nose with a forehoof, counting up to ten then on to twenty as he brushed his other hoof through his white mane to calm down. “If you don’t race, and don’t place in those races, then the sponsor’s pull out!”
“And?”
Snarling and raging internally, Slingshot drained the remnants of his milky coffee before slamming his mug down on its saucer. “Raid, you’ve already lost two of your four sponsors! Donut Joe’s are only just hanging on and I don’t know about the Canterlot Times, but carry on like this and they’ll leave too!” He had tried his best to keep Saffron Masala and Sassy Saddles on side, but with no results to show for their money he could hardly blame them for jumping ship to other drivers. ‘Speaking of jumping ship…’ once more he thought of Windcharger.
Air Raid sighed a very deep sigh. Slingshot didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. She’d lost everything that mattered to her: Wildfire, her Wily, was who knows where, Dusky had retreated to his royal hideaway with Vocal Chord, Brightstar was determined to stay in Fillydelphia, Darkstar was in her coma and now Cyclone had left her too. Winning races just didn’t matter anymore. “I don’t…”
“Don’t tell me you don’t care!” Slingshot yelled at her. “Don’t you bucking dare, Raid! No racing means no points. No points means no championship wins. No wins means no sponsors. No sponsors means no money!”
“So that’s it.” Air Raid said quietly.
“Huh, what’s ‘it’?”
“You aren’t worried about me.” Air Raid’s voice was somewhat deadened, her grey eyes dull. “You’re worried about your bank balance. Nopony buying your salt lick for you? No stallion paying your bar tabs? Need the Bank of Air Raid to line your pockets?”
“What!?” To say Slingshot was stunned was an understatement indeed. Had it been able to do so, his jaw would have hit the table top.
“You heard me.” Air Raid looked her friend, a pony she counted as a brother, straight in the eyes as she spoke. She knew she was skating on very thin ice, a realisation reinforced by Java’s sudden appearance at the raised voices, but she was well past caring. She shouldn’t even be here. She should be in the hospital, with Darkstar.
“How. Dare. You!” He reared up, thrusting himself to his hind hooves and pulled his forehoof back as if to land a punch.
“Hey! Hey! What’s going on here you two?” Java, the cream coated earth pony, came running out of his café, ready to get between two of his best customers if need be.
“N-Nothing Java,” Slingshot took several deep breaths and sat himself back down. “Two more coffees please, on me.”
Air Raid never moved, never flinched nor attempted to protect herself in any way. She watched Java take the empty mugs away before she spoke. “On you?” She asked, a trace of a sneer on her lime green face, “On me you mean. You wouldn’t have anything if it wasn’t for me.”
“Raid…I’m not getting into that with you.” He took another breath and decided to try a different tack. “Look, sis, I know the last few months have been hard but…”
“Stop.” Air Raid slammed her hoof down on the table. “Stop right there. You don’t know anything, Bro.” She spat the last word like it was an accusation rather than a term of endearment.
“Don’t I?” Slingshot countered. Oh he knew plenty alright, he’d just chosen to keep quiet about it all. Not anymore. “I know I’ve had your back against the entire racing circuit since day one. I know I’ve fought for you when the first sponsor left and then the second. I know I begged Donut Joe to stay with you until the end of the Whinnyapolis five hundred!” The pink earth pony stallion stomped his hoof on the floor and brushed away his white mane. “I know I stood by you over Wildfire! I know I supported you over Dusk! I know I let you cry on my shoulder when Brightstar decided to stay in Filly!”
“What do you want, ‘Shot?” Air Raid asked, too lost in her depressed fugue state to get annoyed or show any passion whatsoever, even at the mention of Wildfire’s name. “A medal? Perhaps Celestia will give you the Celestia Star for services rendered…”
‘Buck you, Air Raid!’ Slingshot thought, grinding his teeth together in an effort to remain calm. He bit his tongue for a few moments while Java bought the refills over on a tray and laid them down on the table, a mix of revulsion at Air Raid’s physical state and a look of begging desperation to the pink stallion. Slingshot merely nodded. Thankfully, the café owner got the message.
“Raid…sis…you know it’s not about the money,” Slingshot tried a different approach. “We need to race. You need to race. Yeah, shit’s happened but you, we, need to carry on!” He sighed, and took a mouthful of his milky coffee. Again, his partner merely stared at her mug, and the steam rising from it.
“Carry on.” Air Raid mulled the two words around as if she were testing them out for use. “Carry on. Hmm…how, Slingshot? How do I carry on, when Darkie needs me?”
“She doesn’t need you, Raid.” Slingshot said very carefully, breathing deeply through his nose. He was losing it, he could feel it coming.
“Darkie needs m…”
“Darkstar doesn’t need you!” Slingshot interrupted her and raised himself up again on his hind hooves. “She has a team of doctors and nurses! I need you! The team needs you! Luna damn you Air Raid!” At the completely blank look he received from his partner, something snapped in Slingshot’s brain. “You wanna know something, Raid? Dusk was right.” Now, the lime green mare did look up at him. Her blue eyes twitched.
“You wanna be blamed? You wanna be a martyr? Fine! Guess what, Raid? It is your fault, all of it!” Slingshot yelled in her face. “Dusk had it right! You dumped Wily in the hospital! You shoved Dusk away! You didn’t watch Cy when she was under the influence of those potions! You were too obsessed with Darkie to go with your marefriend to that summit in Las Pegasus and Darkie…Darkie…”
Slingshot paused. He knew he’d crossed a line. By the look on Air Raid’s face he could tell he’d gone too far.
“Oh no, please,” Air Raid said quietly, dangerously. “Don’t stop on my account. Please tell me how Darkie is my fault as well.” The dishevelled pegasus leant forward and rested her chin on her forehooves. “I’m all ears. Bro.”
“My opinion? You’re using Darkie to compensate for Wily and Cy. That won’t bring either of them back.” He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Raid, look…I-I’m sorry alright?” Slingshot tried to back himself up. However it was too late. What had been said had been said. “I ah, I shouldn’t have said all that.”
Again, Air Raid’s eye twitched. “No. No, you absolutely should. This has obviously been bothering you for a while, hasn’t it? What else has been bothering you?” She paused to let her question sink in. She knew her partner was upset with her. She’d known for a long time. All those messages from Windcharger and Cliffjumper that Slingshot didn’t know she knew about, her rivals trying to poach her partner from her were nothing new, but this…she had no idea he was this upset with her.
“I ah, I don’t know what you mean, Raid.” Suddenly defensive, he took a sip of his coffee, wishing he hadn’t said anything to begin with.
Now Air Raid sighed. “Then…then I’ll make it easy for you, shall I?” She looked him dead in the eyes. “I know Windcharger’s been after you. I know she isn’t the only one. Cliffjumper too.”
“W-What…h-how’d you know about that?”
Air Raid actually laughed. “You’re serious, right?” With her cracked and dirty hoof she lifted up her mug and drained her coffee. “You never thought that Windcharger didn’t send me a copy of every text and email she ever sent you?”
Slingshot’s heart skipped a beat.
“Or that she never sent me copies of your replies?” She actually smirked at his mute wide eyed look of shock. That told her everything. His silence literally speaking volumes. “I don’t like you Windcharger but you get results at least and you don’t have Raid’s extra crap on your shoulders…” Air Raid let that hang in the air for a few moments. “Is that how you feel?”
“Look, Raid…we’re a quarter of the way through the season and you’re way off Windcharger…”
“Is. That. How. You. Feel?”
“Yes.” The pink earth pony stallion made the admission with a very heavy heart indeed. “Darkie is nothing but a transparent attempt to make up for you abandoning Wildfire…and you’re throwing away both of our careers.”
“Then go to Windcharger.”
“Raid, wait, let’s talk this through!” Slingshot couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Air Raid, his partner, friend, sister, was telling him to leave. It was clear she’d made her choice.
“What’s to talk about, Slingshot? You want me to race and to win. I’m not leaving Darkie’s side.” She couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I’ll say it again. I don’t care if you think I’m overcompensating. I. Am. Not. Leaving. Darkstar. I can’t be any clearer, ‘Shot. If you wanna go race, do it with another driver.”
“Fine.” Slingshot didn’t raise his voice. In his heart this decision had been made a long time ago. The writing had been on the wall for a while, since Fillydelphia. Bottom line was he needed to earn money. He stood up and reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a fifty bit note. “For the drinks. Get yourself another and get yourself cleaned up.” He dropped the note on the table. “Mind how you go, sis.” It sounded hollow when he said it, but he turned his back on the openly sobbing wreck of a mare and walked away without looking back.
If he looked back, he doubted he’d have the resolve to keep on walking.
“Slingshot…” Air Raid whimpered as she wept tears down her already tear stained face, making fresh tear tracks on the lime green fur of her cheeks, “D-Don’t go…please…” it was too late though. Slingshot’s white tail had already disappeared around the corner, leaving her sat alone outside Café Diem in the late afternoon sun.
The slight breeze picked up and blew the fifty bit note off the table. Air Raid didn’t care. She watched it blow away like Slingshot had blown away. The last bastion of support she had left had just walked out of her life and like a damn fool she had let him. Like he had said. It was all her fault. Rather rudely, her phone chose that moment to ring, interrupting her lousy mood. Reaching into her own bag, Air Raid pulled out her phone and, seeing it was Brightstar, answered it by the second ring. “Uh…wh-what’s up, Bright?” She asked, her voice heavy with weariness like she hadn’t slept in days and a distinct sniffle that betrayed a hastily recovered bout of tears.
“No, what’s up with you Raid?” He asked, his left ear perked up at his friend’s tone. “You sound like you’ve driven through Tartarus the long way round. Twice.”
Air Raid sniffled and choked back a few barely held tears. “I’m fine. Totally absolutely fine.”
“Bullshit Raid. Tell me what’s up or I’ll get Moony to come and spank you again.”
Air Raid had to admit that prospect was tempting. A griffon’s spanking was like being flailed by several tiny knives, sharp enough to make you bleed but not too sharp that they caused lasting damage and, under any other circumstances the lime green mare would’ve jumped at the opportunity. “Oh…it’s, it’s nothing really, I’ve just had a falling out with Slingshot that’s all.”
Brightstar almost dropped his phone. ‘A falling out with Slingshot?’ He thought incredulously. “No Raid, that’s not ‘nothing’. What happened?”
“Um…well, ‘Shot, he um, paid a visit earlier; wanted to know why I haven’t been racing when we’re only a quarter way through the season. He was pissed we’d missed eight races off the Canterlot circuit, said the sponsors were gonna drop us, well me, if we didn’t start entering some. I said there was no way I was leaving Darkie’s bedside. We uh…had a ‘disagreement’. He said Darkie was nothing but a transparent attempt to make up for abandoning Wildfire. I um…I yelled at him to get out, and he did. He just left.”
“Oh Raid…Raid I’m sorry,” Brightstar comforted, “Hey, it’s Wednesday now, how about we drop Athena with her nan and come up on Friday for the weekend, give you a bit of a break?”
“I don’t need a break. I need to be here for Darkie.” Came the ever stubborn reply.
“Raid…I’m willing to bet you haven’t been out of that hospital in three months.” Brightstar asserted firmly. “At least Darkie doesn’t have to endure the food. We’re coming up on Friday, you’re going to go home and rest, even if Moony has to hoof-cuff you to your bed.”
"Bright I…thanks Bright.” Air Raid’s stubborn defence crumbled before the weight of her tears, like a worn out old dam struggling to hold back the weight of the water behind it.
“Get some rest Air Raid, before they put you in a bed next to my sister.” Brightstar said kindly as he hung up. “We’ll see you soon hun.”
~ ~ ~
Slingshot sighed as he trotted into Trixie’s Place. He liked this club. Of the many bars and clubs all along Canterlot’s Central Strip, the pink earth pony stallion preferred this one. The Bass-ment club was okay, but he wasn’t in the mood for mindless noise blasted at almost unbearable decibels. No, this evening he was more in the mood for a quiet drink – or several quiet drinks, for that matter – and possibly some ‘fun’ in the upstairs afterwards.
Seating himself at the bar, Slingshot was quickly served with a bottle of his favourite lager, Abbott’s Ale, which thankfully the barmaid knew he liked and he settled in for an evening of his second favourite pastime. Stallion watching.
Seated at the other end of the long bar Windcharger took her half empty bottle of beer in her green aura and drained it before dumping it unceremoniously on the bar. The pale grey unicorn lifted up her hoof to stop the barkeep from replacing it with another and a thought flashed through her head.
A thought relating to Slingshot. It seemed most of her thoughts these days were about him, frustrating thoughts as no matter what she offered him, he simply refused to join her team. Smiling, she reached into her saddlebag and pulled out her cell phone. It had been a good several hours since she had last contacted him, and she didn’t want the prized acquisition to think she’d forgotten him.
Without knowing the stallion she so desperately sought was seated just a few feet away from her, Windcharger wrote out her text to him. One more attempt couldn’t hurt, after all.
Over at the other end of the bar, Slingshot had just lifted his bottle to his lips when he heard his cell beep, alerting him to the receipt of a message. Putting his beer down on the bar he reached for his phone with a grunt and a sigh. His first thought was that it was Air Raid. A small part of him wanted it to be Air Raid. Looking at his screen he smiled when he saw who the message was from. ‘You again, huh ‘Charger?’ he thought ruefully.
‘If you're tired of sitting in the stands, we can use you on our racing team.’
Again he smiled, marvelling at Windcharger’s timing, seeing as how Air Raid had just given him free reign to go and do as he wished not an hour previous. Part of him wanted to say no, and indeed he had started typing out his refusal, when he paused. Why shouldn’t he work? He was a damn good co-driver, one of the best, and sat in the stands he was wasting himself. With a reluctant sigh, he began to type out a new, different reply.
'Still trying to get me huh? I'm at Trixie's Place. Get me a beer and we'll talk’
Windcharger almost fell off of her seating pad at the bar. This was all her Heaths Warmings come all in one go. She didn’t dare to hope…could it be that finally she’d get her wish? Her hooves were shaking so much she used her green magic to type out her response.
‘In Canterlot?’
‘Yup, I’m propping up the bar as we type.’
Windcharger didn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe it. He was here, at the same bar as her, and willing to talk shop! Hurriedly she cleaned her blue rimmed glasses and at her end of the bar she stood up on her hind legs in order to look over the heads of the intervening ponies for the frankly very easy to find pink pony. She spotted his shockingly white mane amid the sea of bodies. Smirking, she typed out a reply to his text. ‘If you want a beer so bad you could at least come over and sit next to me.’
Slingshot looked at this latest text. So Windcharger was in the bar. ‘Alright, you got a deal.’ He hastily typed out the response and pressed the send button before standing up from his seating pad and, looking around at the other ponies propping up the bar, saw the grey unicorn’s jet black mane. She was still stood on her hind legs or he doubted he’d see her so easily. Walking over he again doubted his decision. He had no particular love for her, but he had none for an empty wallet either. “Windcharger…” he greeted her as politely as he could.
“Nice to see you, Slingshot.” She returned the greeting with an easy reassuring smile and moved her bags to make room for him at the bar. To the bartender, Windcharger said, “A beer for this fine stallion, please.” While the stallion there reached into the fridge under the bar, the grey unicorn turned her attention back to Slingshot. “So, what brings you to the club?”
Nodding his head at the rather attractive stallion who served him, Slingshot took the now vacant seating pad next to her at the bar. “Blowing off steam, looking for something new.” He answered truthfully, then he looked her dead in the eyes. “Looking for you, amongst other things.”
“Sorry for me saying this,” Windcharger said as she took another sip of her beer, “but it seems things have slid even further downhill between you and Raid.” This wasn’t really ‘news’ any more than ‘Oh hey, Celestia raises the sun everyday’, was news. Everypony on the racing circuit knew of the recent fractious nature of Slingshot and Air Raid’s relationship. Something she was eager to capitalise on.
Slingshot sighed. He was frankly sick of sighing and he really wished he’d stop it. Still, it suited his mood. “There is no 'me and Raid'.” He said quietly, the admission practically killing him to say out loud. “Not anymore.”
Windcharger took a moment to sip her drink and steady herself. She didn’t want to appear too eager, not after literally months and months of chasing her prize. And here he was, almost in her hooves. “So…room for you and me?”
Slingshot nodded. “That's why I'm looking for you.” As much as he hated it, and as much as it seemed like he was sleeping with the enemy…he shook his head and lifted his beer to his lips, reminding himself this was business.
“The Trottingham Series is in two weeks, will you be ready by then?” Windcharger asked, all business, she knew from the circuit that Air Raid was supposed to be entering the Whinnyapolis five hundred, and that track was nothing like Trottingham’s raceway.
“I'll be ready,” Slingshot performed his best eye roll. As one of the best co-driver’s on the circuit to date – a fact, not self-aggrandisement or ego – he knew all of Equestria’s tracks backwards. “You don't need to worry about me.”
“If you're on the team I get to worry.” Windcharger lifted her glass and paused, gauging his reaction to that little statement before she swallowed her mouthful of beer. “Text me your requirements and I'll have a contract for you by the end of the week.”
“Thank you, 'Charger.” Slingshot smiled. ‘Uh…I guess that pretty much seals it, doesn’t it?’ Strangely, it didn’t feel as ‘wrong’ as he thought it would. Still, there was one thing he wanted to attend to before they went any further. One last thing he could do for Air Raid. “I have a favour to ask, if you don't mind.”
Windcharger shrugged. “I'm open to favours.”
“I know you've been e-mailing Raid our conversations thus far.” Slingshot spoke straight and to the point, as was his way. “That stops.” The way he said it gave no way for negotiation. At all. “You've read the newspapers, seen the news. You know about Darkie. Raid's in a shitty place right now and I don't want you gloating.” While he was no longer her partner, and this was business, Air Raid was still very dear to him, and this was the least he could do.
‘Aw…Air Raid baiting is my favourite sport!’ Still, after a short pause she cleaned her glasses and nodded. Leaving her hated rival alone was a small price to pay for securing Slingshot, and besides it was no fun if she never answered her taunting e-mails. “I can do that. You're the one I want, not her. Life can suck, but it doesn't have to suck for you.”
Sipping his beer, the pink stallion smiled. “You're right on that.”
Satisfied she’d gotten what she finally wanted for so very long, Windcharger took her bottle in her glowing green aura and upended her drink before paying the bartender with a bag of bits that included buying a second one for her new partner. “Time to go. Things to set in motion.” Standing up from her seating pad she raised her hoof for a hoof bump. “Welcome to the team.”
Smiling, Slingshot bumped Windcharger’s hoof. “I'll be around your place the day after tomorrow. I wanna feel how you drive. Partner.”
“Cool.” The grey unicorn nodded. “With you I feel I can let loose.” Feeling like she could grow wings and fly, she headed off to exit the bar for the burgeoning night. There were things to do. Now.
“Hmmm...we'll see.” Slingshot thought out loud and drained his bottle of beer and had a thought. He was of course familiar with Windcharger’s driving style, but he’d only ever saw it from the outside. He had no idea if she short shifted or snatched her gears. “Driving as fast as you can go is different to driving as fast as the car will go...”
~ ~ ~
Once Slingshot had drunk the second beer that Windcharger had bought for him, he sat back on his seating pad and thought. The pink earth pony thought and smiled as he reflected on the day’s events. He closed his hazel eyes and let the background noise of the ground floor bar wash over him like a cleansing balm to soothe his spirits.
It certainly had been a day and a half. In the space of a few short hours he’d seen his long standing partnership with Air Raid come to an end. He had joined Windcharger of all ponies. He laughed at that. He never thought he’d be riding with ‘Charger’s team.
‘Ah well…everything changes, and we must change with it lest we get left behind…’ he thought to himself with a wry smile as he opened his eyes. He wasn’t really sorry about parting with Air Raid. If he was honest with himself their partnership had ended a long time past, they just hadn’t done anything about it. Like a loved one dying of an incurable illness.
‘Time to see who's here!’ With that thought in his mind, the pink stallion ran his hoof through his pure white mane and trotted off up the nearby staircase to the 'Stallion's Floor’ to see what talent was in tonight. Like Windcharger had said, life sucked, but it didn’t have to suck for him. ‘No sense moping’, he thought as he pulled his white satin socks from his saddlebag and slid them one at a time up his legs. ‘The past is in the past, and that’s that’. He reached into his bag and took out his panties.
After pulling up his white satin panties over his balls and sheath, Slingshot dropped his saddlebag in at the little lobby area and he entered the main part of the floor, walking over to an empty table. Taking the seating pad there the pink stallion got himself comfy and took a few moments to look around, sizing up the various talent on display.
One of Vocal Chord’s songs was being played over the music system, he didn’t pay that any mind however as his keen eyes scanned over the twenty or so stallions dancing on the dance floor. Some were bare, a few were wearing suits, a few like himself were wearing socks while a rare one or two were in full mare’s dresses. All of them however were with a partner or in threes.
A cursory glance around the sides though revealed a rather familiar lone pegasus stallion nursing a beer bottle a couple of tables away looking his way. ‘Hmm…I know him…I’m sure’, Slingshot thought as he sized up the very handsome pony and, deciding he just might have a chance, gave him a wink.
Over at the other table, and suddenly aware he was being watched, the white coated pegasus looked up just in time to catch the wink and he smiled and, liking what he saw in return, gave the pink earth pony a modest little nod. Downing what was left of his drink, he set the empty bottle back on his table.
Seeing his opportunity hoofed to him on a plate, Slingshot got up and trotted over to the Stallion’s Floor bar. One quick purchase later and the pink earth pony returned with two beers on a tray balanced on his back. “Thank you.” The white pegasus nodded as he took the offered drink from the tray when Slingshot laid it on the table. “You are a cute one, and I don't think I've seen you in here before.”
“You're welcome,” Slingshot took the empty seating pad opposite the familiar pegasus, “and thank you…” he tried and failed completely to hide the definite blush colouring his pink cheeks.
“Very pretty indeed.” The white stallion said again as he took a sip of his new beer. “I'm Sliver…”
“Silver Chord!” Slingshot blurted out, very thankful indeed that the noise of the music meant his exclamation didn’t carry further than their table. He took his drink in his hoof to cover up his more intense blush. “I'm ah, I’m Slingshot.”
“My, but that is a fast paced name.” Silver smiled at him sympathetically.
Slingshot nodded. “I'm a race driver...aaaah I mean I’m a co, co-driver…” he amended himself as quickly as he could, but he couldn’t hide the slip. ‘DAMN!’ The pink stallion silently cursed himself, ‘Real nice and smooth...idiot!’
“Ah,” Silver smiled and took another slug from his bottle. “So, you've stopped by to take me for a spin, or maybe for a test drive?”
“Perhaps even in a car?” Slingshot wanted so very much to kill himself. ‘I should stop. Now.’ When Silver Chord merely snickered at his predicament, Slingshot mumbled, “I'm ah...rubbish at this, sorry.” Quickly he decided to change the subject. “You come here often, then?”
“I do,” Silver Chord nodded, his mid length messy silver mane wafting in front of his electric blue eyes. “To enjoy the eye candy, and the drinks here aren't too expensive.”
“You are a cute looking stallion.” Slingshot said, thankfully starting to sound more like himself.
“No.” Silver Chord playfully shook his head, again sending his messy mane over his eyes. “I'm handsome, you are cute.”
Slingshot lifted his white sock covered hoof and with a giggle he tentatively brushed that cute mane from those very, very blue eyes. “Oh, yes you are…”
Silver Chord extended a hoof across the table and caressed Slingshot’s with his own. “Are you just checking out the scenery or looking for a bit of action?” He asked seductively, his eyes half lidded.
“Action.” Lowering his foreleg, Slingshot answered without hesitation. He had never been one to hesitate. Again he reached over the table and touched the messy maned stallion’s hoof. “Action. Definitely. With you.”
“Good choice.” Silver breathed an inward sigh of relief. This pink pony was rather cute, after all. “You like music?”
Slingshot took a sip of his beer. Purely for nerve. “I like your music.”
“Ah,” Silver Chord smiled. ‘Another groupie fan…’ was his first thought, but then he banished it quickly. This cute pink pony didn’t seem the typical simpering fan. “So you know of me and my music?”
“I do,” Slingshot nodded eagerly. He had followed the guitarist’s career for the past few years, both as a solo artist and as a supporter for Vocal Chord’s band. “And I love you...Ugh...it, I mean it!”
Silver Chord simply laughed. “You can love my music, but it is far too early to love me.” Again he caressed the earth pony’s sock clad hoof. “After all you don't even know me outside my music.” At that he gave Slingshot a wink. “Still, I think I'll give you a chance.”
Slingshot laughed and relaxed a little, helped by the presence of the handsome stallion’s hoof on his own. “Oh...I must seem like Equestria's biggest fancolt right now.” He let out a cute giggle when the white pegasus nodded. “I'm sorry, Silver. But thank you, for the try out.”
“A little bit of rehearsal never hurt anypony.” When Slingshot gave him a half lidded look of his own, Silver Chord ran his hoof up and down the sock. “Are you local to the area, or visiting?”
“Mmmm...l-local…”
Silver Chord nodded. “Your place, my place, or somewhere neutral like right here?” He asked during a break in the seemingly incessant music.
Slingshot didn’t even have to think about it. “Your place works for me.” Sure it might seem risky, but faint heart never won handsome stallion.
“Now I'm curious.” Silver raised his eyebrow up into his messy silver mane. “Second date will be your place. Got a ride?”
“I sure do,” Slingshot replied with a smile. “A sweet little thing parked outside.”
“Good, as I'm not sure you can keep up with my flying.” Silver Chord snickered and, after he had finished his drink he stood up from the seating pad he’d been sat on.
Snickering in turn, Slingshot quickly finished the beer he had left barely a moment later. “Ready, handsome pony?”
“Oh yes I am, my pretty.” Silver Chord ruffled his feathers and pointed with a wingtip at the entrance to the Stallion’s Floor and the lobby beyond. “Lead the way while I follow those sexy panties.”
“Hmm yes sir!” Slingshot blew his date a kiss and the pink earth pony sauntered out with an exaggerated sway to his hips and his white tail hiked up so that his satin panties, stretched over his balls, showed of his undercarriage. Walking out he stopped in the lobby just long enough to pick up his saddlebag from where he’d dropped it off earlier. Silver Chord, who had just his waist pouch, just followed him out.
Once they were both outside – Slingshot having led his date through the rest of the club with his tail hiked up all the way - was the pink stallion’s gleaming white corvette stingray with its stylised golden eagle on the hood. Trotting over to his pride and joy, Slingshot opened the passenger door ready for Silver to get in. Silver Chord, for his part, gave an appreciative whistle as he drank in the beautiful looking car. “I can see you aren't after me for my money.” Getting inside he grinned, “Maybe you can be my sugar daddy.”
Smiling, Slingshot shut the door and trotted around to the driver’s side and got in, his right sock clad hoof resting rather high up on his date’s left thigh. “I do alright at what I do.”
‘So I see, this is a beauty of a car…’ Silver Chord thought as with his seat belt on he gave his designated driver his address. Slingshot nodded. Turned out the white pegasus lived over in the Upper South Quarter of the Residential District where Mane Street met Bridle Way. He knew where that was. Firing up the car he stepped on the gas and took off. As Slingshot drove, Silver Chord took the time to study him instead of the surroundings as he drove. He drove perfectly, not too fast, if anything a little slow. His hazel eyes never left the road, he never missed a shift.
Silver let his hoof stray slowly over to Slingshot’s hind leg. “With you behind the wheel I feel safe enough to catch a nap,” he said with a smile, “But I'm enjoying the scenery.”
“Best at what I do, handsome.” Slingshot returned the smile. “See anything you like?”
“Only the whole package.”
“Sweet talker as well as good looking.” Slingshot blushed a little as he drove along the thankfully empty roads. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Silver was just watching him drive, almost as if he were sizing him up. The pink stallion had a hunch he was waiting till they got to his place, which as it turned out wasn’t to be that long a wait as presently he pulled onto Bridle Way and parked outside Silver Chord’s house. “Here we are.”
“Sweet talker as well as good looking.” Slingshot blushed a little as he drove along the thankfully empty roads. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Silver was just watching him drive, almost as if he were sizing him up. The pink stallion had a hunch he was waiting till they got to his place, which as it turned out wasn’t to be that long a wait as presently he pulled onto Bridle Way and parked outside Silver Chord’s house. “Here we are.”
“Thank you, for the ride, Slingshot.” Silver Chord patted the pink stallion’s upper thigh before getting out of the white Corvette. When his date whistled in appreciation of his house he smiled. “I like to keep a place that I can keep if I go through a career change.” He smiled as he led the way up to the stylishly modern two story house and opened the door.
Slingshot was at once taken aback with the décor. White walls, glass shelves and glass coffee table, faux leather couches and seating pads and oh sweet Celestia underfloor heating! “Oooh, very modern.”
“Gotta stay with the times in this ever changing world we live in.” Silver Chord snickered as he led the way into the living room proper.
“It’s funny,” Slingshot giggled hard behind his sock clad hoof. “I said that same thing to Windcharger earlier.”
The white pegasus raised an eyebrow up into his messy silver mane as he sat on the largest couch and patted the seat next to him. “Windcharger?”
Hesitantly, Slingshot took the seat – though there was a clear foot of space between them – and looked at the look he was being given. “She’s a driver I signed with at Trixie's Place, handsome. My new partner.” All of a sudden now he was here with his date, his first date with a stallion, he was so unsure of himself.
“Ah, yes,” Silver smiled, scooting a little bit closer to the obviously nervous stallion. “I can't say I follow the racing circuit. Too many bands to keep track of.”
“And, that's fine…” Slingshot tensed a little when he noticed his date scoot closer. Immediately he felt foalish, after all this was why he was here, right? “Means I can leave business at the track.” Saying that, he gathered all of his nerve and leant in close to Silver and gave him a kiss on his lips.
‘Oh, hello!’ Silver Chord received the kiss, but conspicuously he didn't return it nor did he back away from it. He waited until the pink earth pony stallion had parted. “Oh, does somepony want to take charge?” He asked with a supremely confident smile.
“N-No...not at all!” Slingshot blushed, his pink cheeks turning bright red. “I just thought we should and um, I wanted to ah...kiss a stallion…” his voice went quitter and quieter until he was silent and looking down at the carpet.
Gently, tenderly, Silver Chord reached with his right foreleg and lifted Slingshot’s head up with his hoof, his head tilted slightly when their eyes met. “Am I your first?”
Slingshot nodded meekly. “It's a…bit of a story.” He chuckled a nervous chuckle. ‘A bit of a story’ rather glossed over the time at Dusk’s suite in the palace when Darkstar, the mare he thought he loved had loved, he thought he had wanted, had done that pole dance. Up until then he hadn’t thought about stallions. Until Darkstar had done that dance, along with that spell. That Desire spell. Everypony there had seen something different. He had seen Darkstar, but as a stallion, and he had been so very aroused.
Silver Chord however quieted these thoughts and moved forward with a full on kiss, include sliding his tongue dominantly into the pink stallion’s mouth. “Mmmm!” Somewhat taken aback by the suddenness of the kiss, he didn't pull away, instead he stroked the invading tongue with his own.
After a few moments of intense tongue-wrestling, Silver Chord broke the kiss, leaving a little strand of saliva between them. “You're dressed so sexy I thought you were in the scene. So, you practice kissing your sister?” He asked with a devilish smile, “You are rather good at it.”
“I am...I mean um, I like stallions!” Slingshot blushed again, mildly stunned from the intensity of his first proper kiss with another stallion. “Um, well maybe once or twice.”
Silver Chord barked out a laugh. “You are so cute!” The white pegasus affectionately kissed his date’s nose. “Well, how far do you want to take this today?”
“Um…” Slingshot cutely scrunched up his nose. “All the way.”
“I don't think I've ever had a virgin.” Silver thought out loud, tapping his chin in apparent thought, which made Slingshot blush ever harder. “You said in the car here something about ropes. Have you ever done that before?”
Under Silver’s scrutiny Slingshot found he couldn’t blush any more intensely than he was already doing, lest he combust. “I ah, I've watched, a few times…” then for some reason he started babbling. “My old partner and her marefriend were into it and I've watched at Trixie's Place when I've been brave enough after I finally got up the nerve to the Stallion's Floor and...”
Silver Chord gave Slingshot another kiss on the nose, effectively silencing the babbling stallion. “Before you backed out.” He finished the sentence for him, knowing where this was going. “So, sexy, what pushed you to go all the way today?”
Silenced by the kiss, Slingshot just looked at the white pegasus for a few moments while he gathered his thoughts. “Well ah, I finally realised I wasn't going to get anywhere sat on my own hiding in the corner.”
“Well, I think this is my lucky day.” Silver had his hoof rather high on the pink stallion’s thigh. “I might have to compose a song about this.”
“It’s only taken me eight months to get this far.”
Silver Chord leaned in close and whispered in his ear. “I promise to not leave you pregnant.”
Slingshot giggled and, turning his head, stole a little kiss, his sheath twitching in his panties. “I believe you.”
‘Oh I want you so much!’ Silver thought to himself, but he managed to control that thought. “Would you like a drink first?”
Slingshot nodded. “I'd love one, please.”
Since he didn’t have a liquor cabinet or a wine cellar, the pegasus instead got up from the faux leather couch and led his date through to the kitchen that was as modern as the rest of the house, all polished white marble and stainless steel. “I’ve got beer, whisky, lemon and lime soda. Oh and water too, of course.”
“Light beer I think, please.” Slingshot rubbed his left foreleg with his right. “I don't want to pass out on your couch.”
As he didn’t have any light beers Silver Chord instead got him a regular bottle of his favourite brand, Abbott’s Ale, from the fridge and passed it to him. “If you're sleeping on the couch it is too late,” he said with a wry grin as he pulled out a bottle for himself.
“I’d prefer your bed,” Slingshot accepted the offered beer with a smile, “or ah...anything else you had in mind.”
“My bed is for sleeping.” Silver Chord took a deep swig from his bottle, his attitude shifting a little now that the conversation had shifted to the bedroom, “but my spare bedroom is for playing.”
Slingshot seated himself in the sparkling clean kitchen and swigged his beer. “Your spare room sounds fun.”
“Can be a lot of fun,” Silver Chord nodded, “but it is a point of view. So, other than watching, what do you know about the BDSM scene?”
Slingshot took another drink of his beer and thought about that. “I know it's nothing like that Luna-awful movie they bought out based on those three horse-apple books.”
“Some idiots have fallen for that hook, line, and sinker.” Silver Chord snickered. “What is it like then?” He asked curiously, wondering just how much his date knew, and just how far he wanted to play.
“Well ah...I'll admit I don't know a great deal, but what I watched involved a lot of love and trust, on both sides...and um...” he stopped and thought for a moment. “I know it's ah, not just physical stuff, there's other stuff you can do.” He had to admit, he rather liked the idea of being spoken to and treated like a complete slut…being called a bitch and slapped…the very thought made his sheath twitch again.
“You are right about trust.” Silver said, his calm definite tone bringing the pink stallion back from his little daydream. “The one that gives up control is the one in control. It will be uncomfortable and may involve pain. Real pain.”
Slingshot actually smiled a comfortable smile at that. “Pain is just pain. I've been in enough car wrecks to know pain.”
“Slingshot, you have no idea.” Silver drained his bottle and placed it on the gleaming marble worktop. “Between the two of us, who is in control?”
“Hmm, I guess not.” Slingshot went quiet as he had a think. It certainly seemed like right now in his house, Silver was the one in charge, but he knew from what he’d watched that he had his control too. He really wanted Silver to have that. “I'd like to give up the control I have, to you.”
“Okay, and that makes who in control?” Silver Chord asked with a smile. “Didn't think there would be a quiz, did you?”
“Me.” Slingshot answered, more assuredly now. “I'm in control because I'm choosing to surrender it to you.”
Approvingly, Silver Chord nodded. “How do you take control back?”
“By using the safe word, that's right, right?”
“So you been reading up on this in your spare time?” Silver laughed, “That's right, what is your safe word?”
Slingshot looked down at the tiled floor. “I've ah, had more spare time than usual lately, so yeah, yes I have.” He thought for a moment before looking up. “Satin. I'll use that.”
“Just to ask, is that a word you use in common conversation?”
“Only when I go to Sassy and buy some new lingerie.”
“Hmm…” Silver thought carefully, circling the top of his empty beer bottle with the toe of his hoof. “Since this is your first go, I'd like to do things a bit different. A lot safer.” He paused before explaining what he meant. “If you use Satin, then it is game over. We end the session. If you want to keep playing, but you are in a spot you need real help just say yellow, and I'll stop and we'll talk and fix the problem. I will ask you 'check in' time to time, and you can answer with green or yellow. Green is for me to keep going, yellow is for us to talk and fix it.”
“Like traffic lights?” Slingshot smiled and nodded. He’d seen that system used at Trixie’s Place before. “I understand, Silver.”
Silver Chord nodded. “I highly recommend you use the bathroom before we start. Out the kitchen and to the right, first door on the right. I will be very displeased if you crap or piss on my spare bed.”
Draining what was left of the beer in his bottle, Slingshot got up from the pad he had been sat on. “I wouldn't dream of it, but thank you.” With a bit of a nervous sway to his hips he gave Silver a view of his black and white chequered flag cutie mark and turned to the right to the bathroom.
Crystal blue eyes firmly locked on the retreating pink flank, Silver Chord watched Slingshot walk out, paying very close attention on those white satin panties stretched tantalisingly tight over his balls, sheath and his virgin plot. It was only by an act of pure willpower his wings didn’t shoot out.
After a short – and much needed, after all the beer he had imbibed – toilet break, Slingshot returned with a sheepish look on his pink face. “I'm ready, Silver.”
With but a glance, the dominant pegasus noted his potential sub still has panties and socks on. “Then, we’ll have a short tour and we will get started.”
In the doorway from the kitchen, Slingshot saw where Silver was looking. “I um, I just wanted to look pretty.”
“You look very pretty indeed, which is why I responded to you at the bar.” Silver Chord smiled as he fluttered his white wings and stood on his hooves. “The kitchen and bathroom you know. My study is just past that on the right. On the left is my recording studio. Main room for lounging, watching the tele, and eating pizza. Now, up the stairs.” It was said in such a way, a demand, rather than a request.
“Yes, upstairs.” Slingshot rather liked that authoritative tone in Silver’s voice. “Let's go upstairs.” He barely managed to keep his breathing even, but his cheeks were flushed with excited anticipation.
Silver Chord got to the upstairs hallway first. “First room is the spare bedroom, we'll check that out in a bit. Next is the bathroom, then my master bedroom, we'll check that out some time later. Last is my gaming room. Do you do DDR?”
Slingshot was about to ask what DDR was, when he remembered Darkstar had insisted that Dusk get one for their parties at his suite. While he had taken part in the game, he had never been very good at it. “Oh yes, I play that.”
“Well, I must admit I'm rather good at it.” Silver Chord walked past the pink earth pony stallion, making sure to caress his flank and his barrel with his wing as he did so. “Care to challenge me?”
“S-Sure…” the touch of the feathers felt like little electric shocks all down his side. He’d never been touched like that before, ever. “I'll ah, I’ll give you a game.”
“Very good.” Silver Chord walked first into the game room, which was as modern as the rest of the house, it held a couple of pinball machines, guitar hero for two, a pool table, and the Dance Dance Revolution game set up for up to four players.
Slingshot gave a loving stroke of the pool table and looked at it longingly before going over to the DDR machine with his rather dominant date. His sexy handsome dominant date. As it turned out, over the space of three games, Silver Chord was really very good at the game as, he took the time to explain while he was busy destroying his competition, it was his exercise routine.
Slingshot on the other hoof, was displaying what the earth pony stallion already knew, that he was a hopeless dancer with four left hooves. Still, he gave it his best shot, but after three games and three wins on ‘intermediate’ level, Silver Chord took mercy on the sweating, panting stallion and turned the machine off. “Thank you for humouring me.” Unlike Slingshot he wasn’t at all out of breath. “Judging by the flight path of your panties, I'd say pool is more your game.”
Panting out of breath, the pink stallion supported himself on the safety rail. More than a little sweaty. “N-No...no problem...Silver.”
Checking between his legs, the white pegasus was rather enjoying how the sweat had made the panties that Slingshot was wearing a bit translucent. For his part, Slingshot was unaware just how translucent he now was, his balls and the tight muscular ring of his untouched plothole clearly appearing beneath the satin gusset of the panties. “You could always turn the difficulty up, if you were being mean.”
Silver Chord just winked at him. “This isn't the right location for mean. Let's explore my spare bedroom. You remember where? Please lead the way.”
Slingshot leant in and kissed Silver’s nose. “Of course I do, Silver.” Oh how he wanted so very much to be made to call him ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’…his sweaty sheath twitched in his panties at the thought of what he would do if he got it wrong. ‘Perhaps he’ll use these panties as a gag!’ He thought hopefully as he led the way back down the hallway to the first bedroom, swaying his hips as he walked.
Breathing in the sharp musky scent of the pink earth pony’s sweat as he walked, Silver Chord smiled. ‘Hmm, very translucent indeed…’ he snickered as he followed, his muzzle inches away from those balls he had admired since the club. “My play room for pony games,” the aroused white stallion commented as Slingshot stepped inside and looked at the large four poster bed. “You are so cute when you’re wet.”
Silver Chord hung back from the pink earth pony as he watched him look around his plainly decorated play room with its lacquered hardwood floor and simple white painted walls and centre his attention on the bed. “Like what you see so far?” He asked and, without waiting for a reply, said, “Open the closet and you'll find a foal's toy chest and a canvas bag.”
Nodding, unsure of what to expect, Slingshot walked over to the closet – the only other piece of furniture in the room - and upon opening it inspected both the chest and the bag. In the foal’s chest was a wide variety of sex toys including: hoof cuffs, tubes of different flavoured lube, butt plugs of varying sizes, sheath locks and vibrating eggs. The canvas bag held a variety of restraints such as: different coloured ropes, blindfolds, ball gags, ring gags and hoods. “Wow...this butt plug is huge!” He reached into the chest and held it up with a smile. “I recognise the paddle and crop,” he commented, indicating the floggers, crops, paddles and the tawse hanging from the walls. “I watched a show at Trixie's with those.”
Silver Chord walked confidently into the play room behind his date. “There is a big difference between watching and participating.”
“Yes there is.” Slingshot smiled, his cheeks though were very flushed. “I'm looking forward to it, participating, I mean.”
Quietly, the white pegasus stallion moved up right behind Slingshot as he was distracted by the wondrous contents of his closet and, lifting up a forehoof, proceeded to run it along the translucent white satin panties going from base of his sheath up over his heavy balls and coming to rest under his white tail. “Oooh!” Slingshot let out an involuntary little yelp at the touch of the dominant stallion’s hoof, his sheath reacting with a noticeable twitch. “D-Do that again...”
Leaning forward over Slingshot’s back, Silver Chord nipped his right ear just hard enough to elicit a gasp of pain. “What, you want to be in charge again?” He breathed into the ear he just bit.
“Mmm!” Without thinking he parted his hind legs. “N-No...I mean please, Silver, please do that again!”
Smirking behind the earth pony’s back, Silver Chord affected a fake yawn which he covered with his white hoof. “Oh, I'll think about it.”
Slingshot let out a very desperate, very needy whine. “Please! It felt really good!”
Silver Chord barked out a laugh. “It was meant to. I'm going to hazard a guess that you're ready to begin?”
“I’m ready!” In a tiny show of frustration, Slingshot flicked his hind hoof at the hardwood floor. “Silver, I'm ready.”
“We have already talked about safety.” Silver’s tone took on a harder, more commanding tone. A tone that said he would stand for no nonsense. “You will address me as Sir.” He moved to stand in front of his submissive partner and continued to lay out the rules. “You will speak only when I ask a question, do a check in, or if you want to use your safe word. Do you understand?”
Nodding, with a bite of his lip, the pink stallion answered, “Y-Yes Sir.”
Satisfied for the moment, Silver Chord decided a test was in order. “Lift your tail and do a slow spin.”
Slingshot’s cheeks flushed even harder when Silver held a hoof along his side and nudged him to start the spin. ‘Oh my…I’m actually doing this! He’s ordering me and I’m doing it, because I want to!’ As he started to spin, he hiked up his short white tail to show off his crotch, all the time his Dom’s hoof was there on his ass and then his chest until the spin was completed.
‘He is gorgeous!’ Silver thought as he stopped spinning when he faced him again. “You have soft fur as pretty as you.”
“Thank you…”
‘They all fall for that,’ Smirking at the newbie’s trap, Silver Chord lightly landed a back hoofed slap across Slingshot’s jaw. “Did I ask you a question?”
‘Ugh! Stupid!’ Slingshot cursed himself. While the slap wasn’t hard enough to physically hurt, it hurt that he had messed up so soon. “N-No Sir…”
Silver Chord caught his new sub looking down at the floor and used his forehoof to gently lift his chin back up. “Learn my pretty, and learn fast.” The dominant pegasus then walked around him, snuffling him all over with his nose pressed to his pink fur and giving him an occasional nibble on his ball sack under the panties.
“Mmm...MMM!” Slingshot stifled a loud whimper as the panties he was wearing grew very tight under his partner’s ministrations.
Silver noticed at once when his stallion’s sheath swelled. “Are your panties a little tight?” He asked slyly.
“Hmm…Y-Yes Sir!”
Smirking, Silver Chord used his teeth to open the tail fastener of the panties and he slowly slid them down just enough to inspect the cleanliness of Slingshot’s tail-hole. ‘Oh Luna he's inspecting me!’ The thought ran through the earth pony’s head when he felt the muzzle pressed against the ring of his anus. Nervously, he again flicked his hind leg, thankful he'd cleaned himself prior to going to the club.
Using his forehoof now, he pushed down Slingshot’s panties and slide it tantalisingly slowly over the tightening balls and along the twitching swelling sheath to where his mottled dark pink shaft was poking out. “Aaaah!” Slingshot couldn’t help but sigh at the heavenly touch as he started to emerge, a thought ran over and over through his head. ‘A stallion's touching me! Oh wow!’
“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” was all the comment Silver Chord made as he pulled the panties down all all the way, lifting up each hind leg to remove them completely.
‘Oh no...Sir said don't speak!’ That realisation came a fraction of a second too late however when he felt his hind legs being lifted and the panties slid off. He opened his mouth to say sorry but quickly closes it again.
Leaving the soaking wet panties where they lay on the floor, Silver Chord then slowly pulled down the socks that his sub wore on his hind legs and, taking the panties and socks with him, he moved around to his front and gave him a light kiss. “Such a chatty pretty you are. Open your mouth.”
When Slingshot returned the kiss and opened his mouth, ostensibly to slide in his tongue, Silver Chord pulled back a step and quickly stuffed the wet, musky panties into his mouth and, before he had chance to react, closed it with a hoof. He then quickly used one of the white satin socks around the pink stallion’s muzzle to keep it shut and completed it with a pretty bow underneath his chin. “Hmm…” Silver made a show of admiring his hoofiwork. “Very pretty. Green is now a nod of your head, yellow is a shake of your head, and if you shout it will be your safe word. Check in.”
‘I can taste me!’ Slingshot swayed on his hooves for a moment and he took a brief moment in which to breath in and taste the thick musky scent of his own crotch, which was now standing semi erect between his hind legs. ‘This is so cool!’ Realising that his Sir was awaiting his response, he nodded his head.
Working quickly, while his new Sub was occupied with tasting his own scent on the pantie gag, Silver Chord used the other white sock and tied it around his neck so that it is a rudimentary collar with its own short leash and he proceeded to parade him around the play room. “High steps please.” He said curtly and Slingshot hastened to obey.
‘He's got a collar on me! Oh jeez I'm collared!’ As he high stepped around the bed in the centre of the room, Slingshot’s thoughts ran away from him, the slight amount of drool leaking from the corners of his mouth and the improvised collar making his member stand very hard and very erect.
Satisfied that his Sub was able to walk how he wanted, Silver Chord then led him wordlessly out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the front door. He opened it with a flick of his hoof to the darkness of the now late evening. “Check in.”
Slingshot was stunned. Whatever he may have been expecting, it certainly wasn’t that so soon. ‘Good Luna! O-Outs-side...we’re going outside!’ He thought, slightly panicked and he paused for just a moment, his pink cheeks a very bright red. It was obvious what his Sir wanted of him. ‘But...I can't let him down...I can do this, I can…’ after a moment Slingshot gathered his nerve and nodded his head. While he was going through this internal struggle, Silver Chord paused and he watched him carefully, reading his body language before he tugged on the improvised leash and led him out of the door and to the left down the street.
‘Where are we going?’ Slingshot wondered to himself as he followed behind the white pegasus. He walked, making sure to keep up the high stepping gait as he allowed himself to be led down the sidewalk, the only illumination the gas street lights spaced at regular intervals.
‘Is it hot? Jeez…is it always this hot at night?’ Slingshot thought, no, the heat he was feeling was probably more to do with the gag he was wearing and the satin collar around his neck. And the huge erection between his legs hitting his belly with every high step. And how much he enjoyed every second.
Slingshot wasn’t paying attention to where they were going, just the sensations he was feeling. At least there was nopony else around to see him like this. Crossing over the street however, that changed in an instant when a straw yellow unicorn mare in her mid-forties was walking towards them. “Mr. Chord,” she said in a typically haughty Canterlot manner as she surveyed the two stallions, “are such public displays really necessary?”
“Well, Ms Wheel,” Silver Chord simply smiled with a polite nod of his head, “they do make things less drab.”
The straw yellow unicorn just sniffed and with her nose planted firmly in the air, she moved on down the street from where they had come. ‘Oooh...’ Slingshot’s blush was almost incandescent. ‘S-She saw...she knows...’
Silver Chord merely snickered and led his charge onwards until they crossed over another street and carried on walking in silence until the pink stallion saw a convenience store around the corner and, to his extreme mortification, Slingshot noticed Silver head straight for the door. Thankfully, he stopped a few feet from the well-lit store and turned to face his Sub. “Check in.”
For a fleeting moment Slingshot was tempted to nod his head and give the ‘green’ signal, when he saw there were ponies in the store! ‘There’s ponies in there! Oh Luna!’ He froze, indecision paralysing him. He wanted to turn and run, but he didn’t want to let Silver down…he didn’t know what to do. This was all too much. Way too much. On the verge of a panic attack and about to scream, instead he shook his head. At once, as soon as the ‘yellow’ signal had been given, Silver Chord gave a curt nod of understanding and at once he turned around and led him back to the house without another word. Breathing considerably easier now that the terrifying store was behind them, Slingshot walked along behind the white pegasus, hoping that his partner wouldn’t be too upset that he’d stopped the game.
On the way back to the house – a short journey of minutes that felt like hours to the submissive pink earth pony – they both failed to catch up with Ms. Wheel as she had continued on her way past Silver Chord's house. Inside, the dominant stallion led Slingshot silently through the living room and up the stairs to the spare bedroom. Only when they were both stood in the playroom did the white pegasus speak. “Did you enjoy your exercise, my pretty?”
Slingshot blushed. Partly because Silver didn’t sound upset in the slightest and that fear had proven silly and false, and partly because he was still gagged. “Eeth Thir!” He answered as best he could with his musky sweaty panties pressing his tongue down onto the floor of his mouth.
‘Oh he’s adorable!’ Silver Chord smirked at the drool that leaked from his Sub’s mouth as he tried to answer him before leading him over to the bed and patting the top. “Up!” He ordered simply.
“Eeth Thir!” Carried away in the moment, Slingshot carelessly answered as he hopped up onto the bed.
Giving an exaggerated shake of his head that shook his mid length messy silver mane, the white pegasus promptly whapped Slingshot across the muzzle with the tail end of the sock tied around his neck. “That was a command, not a question.”
Feeling very silly for not remembering that very first rule, Slingshot gave a cute little whimper and laid down on the bed facing where Silver was watching. Quietly, Silver Chord leant in and carefully used his teeth to remove the white satin socks that were on his forelegs. ‘Oh my...h-here we go...’
“Roll to your back.” Silver Chord ordered once the two white socks were removed. Not wanting to earn another punishment – however light the slaps had been – Slingshot immediately rolled over onto his back with his head facing the foot of the bed. Using his hooves and wings, the white stallion moved him a tiny bit so that he was centred on the bed and he could use the socks he had just removed to tie each forehoof to the corresponding bedpost. As he worked, Slingshot looked at each bedpost as Silver tied the hoof to it. Once he was done, Silver placed a tender kiss on his Sub’s bound muzzle. “Check in.”
Testing his bonds, Slingshot gave a brief little struggle and, finding that he was securely tied to the bed, nodded his head. Given the ‘green’ signal, Silver Chord smiled and began to move his way slowly down his Sub’s chin, gently kissing and nibbling his neck and snuffling his way down to his fluffy pink chest fur. Slingshot squeezed his eyes closed to prevent him from murmuring in pleasure, his cock back at a semi erect state.
When Silver Chord eventually reached Slingshot’s cock, he uses his right forehoof to press it flat against his belly and then smirked as he watched it spring back up when he let go. “MmMmm!” In spite of his efforts, the pink stallion moaned around his gag as he squirmed, his shaft rock hard.
While his right hoof was stroking Slingshot’s hard member, Silver Chord's other hoof was now busy rolling his heavy balls around, pressing on the just slightly. “Mmm!” Slingshot grunted. ‘Oh wow...a stallion's doing this! Oh my! I love this!’ After a few moments of this treatment however, Silver interrupted his thoughts when he began lapping long slow licks of his hot wet tongue up and down his hard throbbing rod while his hoof moved down to his tail hole. Slingshot didn’t even try to stop his whimpers and moans. ‘Ooooh...th-that’s his hoof...right there!’
Smirking at how aroused his new Pet was, Silver Chord decided to move up onto the bed proper and, spinning around, he straddled the bound stallion, going into a sixty nine position but making sure to keep his rear end elevated up as high as he could as he went down to take the stiff cock into his mouth. “MmMmmMMM!” Slingshot let out the longest loudest moan yet when he felt for the first time the hot wet mouth close around his stallionhood. Involuntarily at these new sensations, he bucked his hips a little as Silver expertly lifted his head up before going back down again to his medial ring.
Slingshot was in a whole new universe of sensations. He’d been blown before by mares but nothing ever felt like this. As the wondrous feelings of pleasure washed over him he reacted more or less on automatic, leaning his head upwards in a vain attempt to get his pink muzzle up and into the crotch that was tantalisingly close over his head. However he quickly realised he didn’t have a chance as he was bound to the bedposts.
Moving with a deliberate, torturous slowness, Silver Chord bobbed his head up and down his Sub’s now glistening rod. After a few deep bobs he pulled off of it and ran his tongue down his shaft from the flat head down to his tightened balls and began to suckle on one of them for a moment before starting to gently suck on the shaft again.
“AAaaaaAAN...” Slingshot moaned loudly through his gag as he gave up on trying to reach the ass temptingly above him and he slumped back to the bed. Silver Chord continued to work in this way, alternating between sucking on his cock and suckling on his balls right up until he sensed his Pet was close. Slingshot was a moaning sweaty mess by the time a few drops of pre cum was leaking from the head of his shaft.
The very instant he tasted the pre cum on Slingshot’s head, Silver Chord stood up and hopped up off of the bed, a delicious idea in his head. “Well, that sure has made me thirsty.” Turning his back to his new Sub he went over to the closet and he got out some short ropes then he returned to the bed and proceeded to tie the pink stallion’s hind legs to the other two bed posts. “Be back in a moment.” He gave him a serious look. “Check in.”
‘What...he's leaving now?’ Slingshot thought through his pleasure addled mind and gave a futile struggle. ‘I-Its ok...I'm in control, I can end this...but, I wanted this…he's doing this for me...’ with that thought in his mind he finally nodded his sweat covered head.
Silver Chord simply smiled and nodded when he got the ‘green’ signal and without further comment he walked out of the play room. As he made his way down the stairs, he smirked, knowing full well that when there’s no clock and you’re left waiting, time creeps in a torture all its own. He got himself a beer from the fridge and took the time to check out Canterlot’s music channel on the TV. Sipping the beer he imagined the torment his lover was in, knowing that minutes felt like hours felt like weeks and months.
Up in the play room all alone and frustrated, Slingshot couldn’t believe it when he heard music drifting up from downstairs. He fidgeted on the bed only to discover what he already knew. He was immobile, and by the state of his member, very aroused. ‘Music...hey what?’ He thought as he gave another fruitless struggle before giving up. He just wanted to get a hoof to his erect stallionhood. Stood hard like that it was taunting him. ‘No...stop it 'Shot, he's not ignoring you...that's stupid!’
Downstairs, Silver Chord gave it just long enough for him to chug the beer he had gotten from the fridge. He judged it had been ten minutes before he put away the empty in the recycling bin and he decided it was time to go back upstairs. But, before he did so, he made sure to leave the music on to cover his hoof-steps on the stairs and when he was outside the play room he stole a sneaky peek to see if his Slingshot was still hard.
The dominant white pegasus stallion was very pleased to see Slingshot was laying there where he had left him, still nice and hard. “Now, that is staying power.” He smirked as he trotted back into the play room around the bed and into Slingshot’s field of vision. “One way to avoid punishment anyway.” He moved in onto the bed and licked his Sub from his tail-hole up to his ball sack, grinning when the pink stallion stiffened up and let out a loud moan, drooling profusely around his gag.
Deciding he’d teased him quite enough, Silver Chord fluttered his wings and hovered his way over to the closet and picked out a tube of his favourite cherry lube. Hovering back to the bed he landed on his knees between Slingshot’s bound open legs and he used the toe of his hoof to liberally apply the cold substance to the tight virgin ring of his anus.
The moment the cold cherry lube touched his sphincter Slingshot squeaked an adorable squeak. The squeak alone was enough to make the pegasus hard – if he wasn’t already - Silver Chord reared up so that the pink stallion could see that he was indeed quite hard. Lowering himself, he pressed the flat head of his cock against his tail-hole. “Check in.”
Slingshot trembled and shivered underneath his lover. ‘Oh, this is happening!’ He couldn’t believe it was finally happening. He trembled again, at the same time wanting it to happen and scared of it happening. He knew full well if he shook his head that Silver wouldn’t do it. He knew he was in control. He was in control. Nervously, he nodded his head. After all, they had come this far, right?
When he got the ‘green’ signal Silver Chord blew his stallion a kiss and gently he pushed forward, spreading the pink stallion’s anus open very slowly as he continued to push forward and enter him. “Hmm…nice and tight.” He commented when he paused at his medial ring.
“MMmmmmppppph!” Slingshot drooled even more around his gag, it pooling around his face as he willed his lover to go deeper. He was very surprised. He had been expecting it to hurt, a lot, and the initial insertion did sting but nowhere near as bad as he had expected. Soon, after just five gentle thrusts, it had felt wonderful.
On the sixth thrust, Silver Chord leant in and passionately kissed Slingshot’s lips. Partly because he wanted so much to claim those pretty lips and partly to distract him from the seventh thrust. Bucking his hips harder, he forced himself in past his medial ring.
“MMmmMMMM!” Slingshot’s squeal was muffled by the kiss, and once the ring was inside him he moaned even louder when Silver Chord began to pump in and out of his tail-hole. “Yeeeeees! Oh Celestia buuuuuck me yes!”
Although Slingshot’s words had been slurred and muffled by the gag, there was no guess work needed to know what he had said – or screamed – and with another loving kiss, Silver Chord picked up the speed of his thrusts for his own pleasure as he used the pink stallion’s no longer virgin hole. Full of lust and need, Slingshot moaned as Silver rutted him hard and fast. Silver Chord carried on rutting him hard until, with an erratic thrust, the white pegasus hilted himself deep inside Slingshot’s anal cavity and emptied his balls, filling his bowels with his hot sticky seed. “AAaAH!” Both stallion’s screamed at the same time. ‘He just...in me...so hot!’
After staying inside him for a few moments, Silver’s ejaculate had diminished and, leaving Slingshot with a rounded cum inflated belly, the white pegasus slowly pulled out and reached for a towel to clean himself off. “Does my pretty stallion need his relief now?”
Immediately, Slingshot nodded very vigorously indeed. Smirking, Silver Chord threw the towel on the bed. “You are so pretty begging me like that.” Slingshot just blushed intensely and nodded even harder. He really wanted his relief.
Grinning, but just to hide for now how very proud he was of his lover, Silver Chord straddled Slingshot again but this time instead of keeping himself elevated he sat down on his face, grinding his tail-hole onto his pink muzzle as he leant forward and took his throbbing needy cock deep in his mouth.
Slingshot couldn’t lick, of course due to his gag, but instead he was nuzzle Silver’s anus as he continued to tease him by sucking and lapping until the whimpering pony was close to the edge again and, threatening to once again leave him. Only when Slingshot moaned a begging moan did he go in for the kill to fill up on your seed, not wasting a drop.
As he came, and came very hard, Slingshot screamed the loudest scream so far and even through the gag, and the ass he was forced into nuzzling, it was clearly audible. Silver Chord didn’t pull off of the pink stallion’s cock until he had drank his fill. Once he had, he climbed off of his bound lover.
Smiling full of pride at how well he had performed, Silver untied the ropes around his hind legs and put them away in the closet. Next he untied the white satin socks holding his forelegs. Next he removed the improvised sock collar and last of all he removed the sock that was tied around Slingshot’s pink muzzle. “I'll let you take out those panties yourself.” He said with a snicker. “Session is over. Care to shower with me?”
“Uuuh...” Slingshot didn’t move. Not straight away anyway. He was in a heady post-climax afterglow daze as he slowly removed the musky panties from his mouth. “Oh wow...S-Silver that was...wow, just, wow!”
“Let's get cleaned up.” Snickering, Silver Chord his lover from the play room down the short upstairs hallway to the master bedroom and through to the adjoining master bath. “You know I was going to push you till I found a limit. I assume public humiliation isn't your thing?” He asked as he pointed to the wide bathtub.
“It was just...ooh I dunno, all sudden,” Slingshot smiled with a definite blush. “But no, that's not really my thing.”
“Over time together we'll narrow down your 'thing'.” He snickered, getting together his mane and fur shampoos and conditioners from the shelf. “So, anything you expected and didn't get or got that you weren't expecting?”
As he got into the four stallion wide tub, Slingshot giggled a most un-stallionlike giggle. “I wasn't expecting the break when you went downstairs...Luna I was so ready to pop then and there. I was kinda expecting a collar, but not the way you made it.”
Smiling, Silver Chord got the shower going. “Innovation keeps the play interesting. Isolation is a part of the game and it was only ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes?” Slingshot couldn’t believe that. “It felt like twenty five...wow...really, ten minutes? I didn't know what you'd do if I went limp.”
“Most likely try to beat a little life into you.”
“Heh...I was a little afraid you'd lock it down, not that that was ever gonna be a problem.” The pink earth pony kissed Silver’s lips under the steaming hot water of the shower. “You had me so horny.”
“Lock it down?” Silver chuckled and playfully swatted his lover’s nose with a wingtip. “You've read too many odd books. Then again I guess you spotted the sheath lock in the toy box.”
“I did, notice it I mean.” He murmured happily under the hot water as he felt the dried drool, sweat and semen be washed away from his pink fur and white mane and tail. “I've never worn one of those before.”
Silver got under the hot water and snuggled up very close. “Will there be another time?”
‘Now that I've had a taste of that, how can I say no?’ Slingshot thought to himself. Having been given a hoof-hold into this marvellous world, he wanted more. A lot more. “I ah, I'd really like there to be another time, and a time after that…”
Slingshot trailed to happily contented silence as Silver Chord went to work using his hooves to wash his back, moving in sensuous circles down to his tail. “I do believe I'd like that too. My schedule is rather hectic though, and I’m guessing yours is too.”
“Yeah,” Slingshot almost purred the scrubbing was just that good. “It’s the circuit schedule. In two days I'm breaking in that new partner I mentioned earlier, then in a couple of weeks I'm in Trottingham for a race series.” When Silver got low enough down, he flicked his tail up for him.
Giving his pink backside a good thorough cleaning, Silver Chord followed that up with a passionate kiss. We can trade schedules then. Spending the night?”
“Hmhmm…” Slingshot returned the kiss. “Call me your Pretty again, I kinda liked that.”
Another kiss followed that first one, and Silver wrapped his forelegs around Slingshot’s neck. “Stay the night with me Pretty,” he whispered in his ear, “I'd like some cuddles.”
