Chapter 1 - A Wish for More Than Fantasy
Lightshine was many things. She was; a friend, a daughter, a member of Princess Luna’s elite personal guard – one of only eleven ponies on the squad – member of the Equestrian Horticultural Society and, most important of all, a crazy mad fan of the Ponyville Rockets Buckball team.
Right now though, on this very ‘autumnal’ Saturday morning in mid-October, what the twenty-seven year old bat pony mare was most, was scared, excited, nervous, worried and happy, all those emotions roiled inside one antsy little grey-furred bundle.
The train ride from Canterlot to Ponyville hadn’t helped, not in the slightest. Though it was sunny, it was chilly. Lightshine didn’t really care though. She was home, for the first time in a month, she was home. While she loved the barracks in the royal palace up the mountain, she loved her own bed even more. As soon as she was off the Friendship Express and off the station, she had spread her dark blue leathery wings and was flying as fast as she could towards her house.
As much as she loved Canterlot – she adored being a royal guard more than her next breath, she loved her house. Situated in the outskirts of the suburban town, her house, for her, was perfect. It was away from the centre, so she avoided crowds and loud ‘Pinkie Pie’ noises, she hated crowds and sudden unexpected ‘Pinkie Pie’ noises, and it was close enough to the amenities like the train station and market to be convenient. Plus, it was her refuge from the world, her escape from being an elite royal guard.
Right now, as she flew through the town, past Roseluck’s flower stall, Big Mac at the Apple stall, past Quills and Sofas – seriously, why? – and Mr. Breezy’s furniture shop, she reflected on just why she was scared, excited, nervous, worried and happy all at once. The answer was simple, really. ‘Well,’ she thought, turning a corner in a tight banking manoeuvre that almost emptied her saddlebags into the dirt street below, ‘It’s Nightflyer, isn’t it?’
It was Nightflyer. Big, strong, muscular, tough, sexy and with hindquarters chiselled from granite that she just wanted to eat dinner from all day long, Nightflyer. Her colleague in the elite Lunar guard, he was half a head taller than her and five years older. He was also her date, she had a date, a real date, a going out on a date, date, with Nightflyer. Thankfully, as she levelled off and sped up to go home, they were going to a Buckball game later than day where two things would happen; the Ponyville Rockets would utterly crush the Cloudsdale Eagles and, in the celebration, she would finally kiss her crush.
So, why was she so nervous and scared? It was her standing in the guard. She had worked damn hard to get where she was. It was unheard of for one as young as her to be inducted into the royal guard, let alone the Lunar guard. What if it went wrong? What if he rejected her? What if she bucked it all up?
Lightshine asked herself these questions and many more besides as she flew to her house, waving to a few of her friends along the way. Lily Valley and Daisy, she particularly waved to, making a note to get together with them at some point and discuss the care of her new cactus. That thought alone made her blush. Her cactus, now named ‘Fred’, was a gift from Princess Luna herself, a memento of her now complete month’s worth of punishment duty. She’d had to guard the cactus and its bright red flower pot for a whole month. She’d endured a month of half-looks and barely hidden sniggers from the rest of the guard, as well as the palace staff.
‘I deserved it, though,’ she thought, trotting up to her one storey house and getting her keys from her bag. It wasn’t much, white painted stone walls, black support beams, yellow thatched roof, flower beds and snack flowers outside, but it was hers. Entering and kicking the door closed behind her, she was pleased it was clean. Lacquered wooden floors had been swept, the flowers on her windowsill had been watered and cared for and there was a fire ready and made in her hearth. All she had to do was light it. ‘I must thank Daisy for looking after the place…’ she thought, thinking of her best friend.
First thing she did upon entering was set ‘Fred’ down in pride of place on her living room table. Second thing was a much-needed toilet break. Third was an even much more needed coffee infusion. Nothing helped. She was still nervous, scared, excited and all the rest. She glanced at her wind-up clock, kept to time again by Daisy, and saw she had four hours till the Buckball game later that day.
She could do ‘it’.
She had the time, to do ‘it’.
The thought of doing ‘it’ made Lightshine smile and relax almost instantly, a calmness washed over her like gentle waves lapping at a beach, soothing her worries. First though, before she could do it, she had to take precautions. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her cell phone and texted Daisy. ‘I’m going to play. It’s eleven now, come get me in two hours if I don’t text you first.’
Daisy’s reply was almost immediate. ‘Don’t forget the rope’.
Lightshine smiled as she put her empty coffee mug down on her kitchenette work surface and she made her way down to her basement via the steps in the kitchen. No matter how many times she played, Daisy always reminded her of the safety rope. ‘My best friend has a point, ‘course…’ she thought, unlocking her playroom door at the base of the stairs.
Her basement was just a single room, her playroom. There was a bed, which was not for sleeping. There was an upright X frame with hoof cuffs at each end, an A frame and a table. In the corner of the stone walled room was a large and well stocked toy chest. Inside was her toys, vibrators, plugs, blindfolds, gags, tail raisers and bridles. Pensively, with lower lip bitten, she looked around her playroom. Indecision tore at her. ‘What to use…what to do…’ then it hit her. “Aha!” she declared to the empty room, her voice echoing off the bare stone walls. “The plank!” The plank was just what she needed, right then.
Reaching under the bed-that-was-not-for-sleeping in, she dragged the plank from underneath and set it up so that it was positioned lengthways in front of the bed in the middle of the room. The plank was her most favourite toy down here to play with. Made of thick oak, it was just a bit longer and wider than a pony, with spring loaded hoof cuffs situated at each corner. It really was what simple. She was careful though, as she set it up under the rope and pulley in the middle of the room, to set up the escape rope so that it ran through each cuff.
One sharp tug of the rope would release the four hoof cuffs. It would also release the penalty, which she was setting up now. The penalty in question being a two litre paint tin full of yellow fur dye which was also attached to the pulley and positioned so that it hung over her head.
“Damn you, Daisy, that had been a good idea…” she said out loud, now rummaging through her toy box. Daisy, her very, very best friend, was the only one who knew about her needs and means of escapism. Only because she had walked in on her that one time several months ago when she had planked and forgotten to attach the escape rope. Thankfully, when her best friend had found her, the lilac earth pony mare had been nothing but supportive and encouraging, even agreeing to be her regular emergency backup.
Emerging from the toy box, she had four things in her hooves. A nine inch vibrator, a medium sized vibrating butt plug, lube and, most important, a battery powered timer that she wired up to the spring loaded hoof cuffs. She set the timer for ninety minutes and, after generously applying the lube, she worked the toys inside her. Stepping onto the plank, she took a moment to check everything one last time. Her saddlebags were on the bed. She had the escape rope set, yellow dye set, the release timer set, currently ticking onto 89:49.
Only one last thing to do. She set the toys inside her to medium / high and stepped her back right leg into the hoof cuff, stamping hard to the pressure pad beneath her sole. Instantly, there was a mechanical ‘snapping’ sound and the spring loaded cuff tightened around her leg. A tentative wiggle proved the limb was reassuringly immobilised. Smiling, due to the calming feelings and the vibrations running through her, she repeated this with her other remaining limbs. By the time the timer read 89:01, Lightshine was planked, and, for the next eighty-nine minutes, wholly immobile and vulnerable, unless she wanted to wear yellow fur dye for the rest of the weekend.
“Mmmmm M-Master…mmmm puuuunish me pleeeeease! I’ve been such a baaaaad filly!” she whimpered pathetically, struggling uselessly against the cuffs that held her tight to the oak plank. Struggle all she might, she knew she was going nowhere.
“What have to done, to deserve punishment, pet?” Lightshine spoke for her imaginary Master, her owner to whom she belonged, the vibrations in her hindquarters adding to the illusion.
“I…I ah…uh…I um…”
“Speak up!” Lightshine knew her Master hated indecision, hated her halting and hesitating. He showed this displeasure with a short sharp smack to her ass cheeks.
“Ah!” the bound bat pony squealed, having used her own free wings to reach back and swat her ass just as the toys began to get really interesting. It wasn’t painful, but the illusion of being spanked was complete in her mind. That was all she wanted. “I w-was guarding the Pr-Princess, and…and I f-failed, Master! I allowed a pony to get close, MMMmmm Master!”
“Were you punished for your failure, pet?”
Lightshine cried, tears leaking from her eyes. Saying it out loud, even to herself and an empty room, was humiliating enough. It added to her already aroused state and was delicious. “Y-Yes Master!” she shrieked, toys buzzing away as she swatted her ass once more. “I w-was pu-punished by Captain Moonscar, Master!”
“Then I will not punish you further.” The fact that her Master, in her head, spoke with Nightflyer’s voice was neither here nor there.
“M-Master please!” Lightshine begged, she needed this, she needed to submit, to be owned, and used, and toyed with, to forget the pressures of being a Lunar guardspony and just be a pet.
“I will not punish you twice!” Her Master replied, followed by another swat to her ass that in her mind was delivered by a well-aimed crop as opposed to her own wings. Do not make me repeat myself, pet. Now, you are to be rewarded.”
“Re-Rewarded? Hmmm aaaAAAH w-why, Master?”
Another two swats landed, this time on her gas lamp cutie marks. Hard, painful slaps. Slaps that stung just as the toys buzzed her to the edge of her first climax. “Do not question me, pet!” her Master-who-totally-didn’t-sound-like Nightflyer admonished her. Then, after the slaps, he added a gentle caress of a leathery wing to the reddened cutie mark. “I said you are not to be punished, but rewarded.”
Her Master gently caressed her flanks with his wing, earning a pleasured whine as the toys did their work. “You are a good guard, you protect your Princess well, and you took Captain Moonscar’s punishment with your head held high.” Master again caressed her sides, “Your Master is proud of you, and as a reward, while you are planked, you may have as many orgasms as you wish. Cum now, pet.”
“Th-Thaaaaaaank you!” Lightshine screamed, not having to worry about her voice carrying as she was underground in her stone walled basement, she gave full voice to the climax that coursed through her body, the first of many she would endure for her Master-that-wasn’t-Nightflyer over the following eighty some-odd minutes. Glancing down, she saw the timer read 84:35, and knew it would be a long session, as the toys built her up again.
“You honour me by being an obedient and loyal pet,” Nightflyer’s voice echoed around Lightshine’s basement. A basement that now smelled heavily of arousal, musk and cum that had squirted from herself to the plank, spattering up her hind legs. Her Master offered her one last caress at the eighty minute mark. “I’m leaving you now, pet. You’ll clean up, when I return.”
“Nightflyer!” Lightshine squealed as her own wing left her flank and sprang outwards, her leathery wings driven out of her control, upright and stiff by the buzzing toys. She didn’t realise she had said her colleague and date’s name instead of ‘Master’ until it had passed her lips. ‘Why…NGGGGGGH…why shouldn’t I say his name?’ she thought, almost arguing with herself. ‘He’s cute, hot and huge, why wouldn’t I want him planking me, spanking me, mounting me?’
In her mind now, the incessantly buzzing nine inch vibrator wasn’t a blue plastic toy, it was a mottled dark blue shaft, pistoning in and out of her, powerful and strong, bucking her dripping wet marehood like the guide rods that drove the Friendship Express. Of it’s own accord, her tail hiked up and to the side, and she thrust her hips backwards against thin air, all the while mewling out little whines of pleasure. “Mmmmm Ni-Niiiiiiii-Nightflyer, buck me Master, harder!”
Lightshine achieved her second climax at 75:42, her bodily fluids joining those already on the plank between her spread open hind legs, while more slowly seeped on her inner thighs. Her needy marehood clamped down on Nightflyer’s ever hard stallionhood buried deep in her tunnel, and she begged him to buck her again.
Stray thoughts invaded her mind as she imagined Nightflyer pulling out of her snatch and using her own lubrication to enter her tail hole. Her tail hiked up further, her back arched as much as it could when she lowered her forelegs to accommodate her imaginary lover’s entry to her tightest hole. Stray thoughts like ‘Why don’t we do this for real?’ ran through her mind.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. Ever since she had met Nightflyer, years ago when she had been a guard, before her promotion to the Lunar guard, she had wanted him inside her. Every other stallion had wanted to be inside her too. What she didn’t want, just because she was young, and a mare, was to be a notch on every stallion’s bedpost, a story they told in the taverns or the barracks.
Nightflyer was different. He wasn’t leery, or condescending, or snide, or derogatory in any way. He was tall, strong, kind, built like a brick outhouse, with hips she knew could buck her till she couldn’t walk, and forelegs that could keep her safe afterwards. She wanted nothing more than for him to collar her, tie her down and mount her.
Daisy made it seem so simple. “Just ask him,” she said. “The worst that’ll happen is he’ll say no.”
Except it wasn’t, was it? The worst, the ‘horror’, as Daisy would say, was that Nightflyer would reject her, it would get around that she was a deviant, all the stallions would try it on, she’d get fired from the guard…”AAaaaaAAAAH! BUUUUUUCK MEEEEEE!” she let out her loudest scream yet, her pleasure filled asshole overwhelming her worries as she came again. She wanted to sag, to slump and enjoy it, but she couldn’t. Planked as she was, all she could do was endure it, unless she wanted a dyed mane.
Fantasy Nightflyer didn’t offer her a moment’s respite, however. The bat pony stallion roughly yanked her tail up and, with her exposed, he plunged his still-hard cock deep in her well used marehood, ready to plow her again. Her yellow / green eyes rolled in her head, her tongue lolled out past her pointed teeth as another orgasm built up in her core at his merciless pounding thrusts. She was his pet, his toy, his slut to use, and she loved submitting to her Master.
If only this was real, and not in her head. If only he had had a real bridle on her head, her leash in his hooves, leading her around the market place, toy-filled holes on display with her tail tied up…if only…
If only, if only…
If only her phone would stop ringing!
‘Wait…oh buck, my phone’s ringing!’ With that realisation, she glanced down and saw the timer had just ticked onto 59:00 exactly. Still her phone rang, and rang. She was tempted, for a moment, to pull the escape rope. At the last moment, she stopped herself, mouth poised around it. ‘It might be important!’ she yelled at herself, the ringing going a long way to calming her burning loins.
Whomever it was, rang off, leaving the basement in silence, but for the buzzing of the dildos buried in Lightshine’s sopping holes. Then, it rang again. Still, she allowed it to ring off. “Wh-Who ev-ever it is…they’ll ring b-back,” she told herself, pulling back from her rope. She was sure that whomever it was, short of the Princesses, it wasn’t worth a dyed mane. She was sure it wasn’t Daisy. Her best friend knew not to call while she was playing, until Lightshine texted her. If she didn’t, then she would come and release her. She knew it couldn’t be Nightflyer, he was at home in Ponyville. Getting ready, for their date. Whomever it was, they could wait. Thankfully, they didn’t try calling her again.
57:26, and Lightshine was once more allowing her fantasy lover to plow her silly, thoughts of her phone very far from her mind.
~ ~ ~
Nightflyer sighed. Relaxing in a bath that was big enough for three ponies, the thirty-two year old bat pony sighed, inhaling the raspberry and lemon scent coming from the hot water. He felt it seep into his tired aching muscles, literally easing his sore limbs under his dark blue fur.
Not that he didn’t deserve to be sore, by any means. He was well aware that he had earned the month’s punishment duty. He, along with Lightshine, his colleague and partner in the elite Lunar guard, had failed in their duty to protect the Princess of the Night.
‘Damn you…aaaaah, damn you Moonscar…’ Nightflyer smiled, chuckling so hard he exposed his pointed fangs. It felt good to blame his captain, though he knew deep down he had to punish them. Fortunately, for them, the incident had provided his Princess with a date, a lover and a renewed outlook on life, so it wasn’t all bad. He was aware though, it could’ve been far worse. He considered himself and Lightshine lucky indeed that the ‘attacker’ had proven to be Octavia Melody and not a malcontent.
As he relaxed in his scented bath in his house in Ponyville, Nightflyer soaked up the soothing heat from the water as well as the equally soothing sounds of Horseshoepin coming from his gramophone set beside his bath. This was the first proper bath he had enjoyed in the month of the punishment duty. Not that there wasn’t showers in the guard barracks, of course there were, but this, this was a bath. A bath that he could take his time with and enjoy.
He reflected on the punishment duty. While being made to clean the royal palace top to bottom had not been fun, in the slightest – although it had given him a new appreciation for how hard the maids and cleaning staff worked – he was convinced that Lightshine had it worse than him. Being reduced to a cleaner had been embarrassing, sure, but nothing compared to guarding that ridiculous cactus and its flower pot.
He recalled being outraged on his friend’s behalf. He had marched to Moonscar’s office the day after the detail had been revealed when he saw Twinkle on duty with that cactus. It hadn’t gone well. Moonscar might be his best friend and fellow dominant, but on duty he was his captain first. That encounter had resulted in Nightflyer wearing a maid’s headpiece while he was cleaning.
‘Mmmm…Twinkle…” Nightflyer smiled. He was the only one that Lightshine allowed to call her that, and only because they had been friends for ten years since she had been seventeen. Buckball had been the thing that cemented their friendship. They had met at a game, when the national league was still young and the sport considered ‘fringe’. It helped they were both supporting the Ponyville Rockets.
Thoughts of Lightshine, or Twinkle, soon made part of him hot and bothered, and it was nothing whatsoever to do with the hot water he was trying to relax in. She was a stunningly pretty bat pony mare and, while he had known her for a decade, he had only begun to think of her romantically since she had been selected for the Lunar guard. As his partner, she had proven herself capable, dependable and brave. “Heh…except when faced with a crying earth pony mare and her cello…” he laughed at his own joke.
He had spoken to Moonscar about it, naturally, during their downtime at the tavern in Canterlot. His captain and best friend, older than him by a year, had been typically supportive. “If you want her, tie her down and take her.” Had been his fellow dominant’s advice, adding, helpfully, “She clearly wants you, Night. You just have to see the way she looks at you.” And, he had looked. And, he had seen. Really seen, with eyes wide open. Lightshine had rebuked every attempt to court her in the past by the other members of the guard, but when he caught her looking at him, with those eyes that she only gave him when she thought he wasn’t looking, it made his whole body quiver.
Moonscar had even told him he could bring Lightshine to his parties that he held once every month at his villa in Canterlot. His special adult parties. He had attended them with marefriends he had before, of course, and the very thought of tying Twinkle down, blindfolding her, gagging her and mounting her, filling her with his seed and making her clean him off, were more than enough to have his member emerge from its sheath.
Nightflyer licked his fangs, running his tongue along his teeth he closed his eyes. The bath melted away. Before him stood his newest pet. Twinkle, blindfolded, turned her head this way and that in an attempt to place him from his hoof steps falling on the wooden floor of his dungeon. He smirked. Flapping his leathery wings he took off, earning a whine of confusion from his captive.
Not that she could do much else. She wore a bridle that fitted snugly around her head, except instead of a bit, there was an O gag wedged behind her teeth, forcing her mouth open. Her hooves were cuffed, each cuff linked together by a twelve inch chain that was clipped to a centre ring between her four legs. Reins coming from the bridle were tied to the central ring that the cuffs were linked to, preventing her from moving her head too much. The nipple clamps, pulled taut by a short chain that ran down from them to the ring was a big cherry on his cake. No, the fact that her tail was tied up to the back of her bridle was the cherry.
His whimpering, drooling, helpless pet was the cake.
In his bath, Nightflyer was hard as an iron rod, his left forehoof finding his mottled dark blue shaft. In his mind, he had landed in front of his captive. He knew what she wanted. He knew how to give it to her. Not only had she tried to sit at the table and eat like a pony, she had drooled on his breakfast when she carried it over in her mouth. “You’ve been a naughty pet, haven’t you, Twinkle?”
As he began to slowly stroke his rod, he pictured her mewling, nodding her head, the simple action sending more drool from her open mouth spattering to the floor. A floor she would lick clean, later. “You deserve to be punished, don’t you, Twinkle?”
Again, she nodded. Again, she added to the little pool under her head. She herself was so aroused she was making a second, smaller pool between her hind legs. Taking a step closer, Nightflyer saw himself rear up. Already half a head taller than his pet, he towered over her on his hind legs. Another step, and he carefully slid the tip of his cock into her open maw.
Just the tip. He let it rest on her tongue.
“Walk forwards. Do not stop until your nose touches my fur.” He loved this. Making her impale herself. He would buck her throat, of course, but only when she was in position. ‘Oooooh…ooooh yeeeeah, Twink…sweet Luna above!’ In the bath, his hoof was a blur, water slopping about the tub threatening to splash over the sides onto the hardwood floor of the bathroom.
He looked down and was rewarded by the extremely hot sight of his pet shuffling forwards, every halting step making more of his cock disappear into her wedged open mouth until he felt her nose touch his belly. He pressed forwards, purposely covering her nostrils until, seconds later, he saw her lift her left forehoof up in the air. Three short stomps was the safeword when she couldn’t speak. He held it a second longer before pulling out and thrusting back in her mouth.
It didn’t take him long to cum, both in his mind and in the tub. Nightflyer did not climax in her mouth though, which he knew she wanted. The dominant bat pony hovered over her just slightly and sprayed her blindfolded face and her mane with his hot sticky seed. “You were very naughty today, Twinkle. Naughty pets need a lesson.” He reached down into the drool and smeared a hoof-full of it into her mane, smearing it and it cum all over her before untying the reins from the central ring between her four legs.
“Come, we’re going shopping. It’s market day.” To his very great pleasure, Lightshine did not stomp her hoof, instead she followed obediently the pull of her reins. The sight alone, of his pet trusting and loving him enough to care for her and keep her safe while they played like this made Nightflyer’s heart soar higher than the moon itself.
Coming down from his orgasmic high, Nightflyer opened his green eyes and looked around at the empty bathroom and in particular, at the mess he had made on his dark blue belly fur. ‘Least I’m in the bath…’ he thought ruefully. Standing up, he pulled the drain out and turned on the shower. Hot at first to clean himself, then cold to rid himself of these thoughts. ‘If only she would give herself to me like that!’ the dominant aspect of himself smiled, though it was soon tempered by the rest of him. “She never would. Twinkle’s such a sweet mare, I doubt she even knows what a Sub is…”
‘Just talk to her, you idiot, it’s not like she’s going to hate you!’ Moonscar had said as much, in their ‘guys nights’ in the tavern. He reflected on this as he stepped out of the tub and began drying himself off. His answer, as always, had been, “What if this turns out to be another Stargazer?”
It didn’t matter how many times Moonscar, or the police, or the Princess of the Night herself told him that Stargazer wasn’t his fault, he still carried the blame. Stood in front of the large dryer machine, Nightflyer flicked it on and sighed a very deep sigh. Stargazer wasn’t something he wished to dwell on, but he couldn’t escape it.
Ten months ago, not very long after Princess Luna’s return from the moon, Moonscar had hosted one of his monthly BDSM parties. As usual, Nightflyer had been invited, as had his marefriend and pet at the time, Stargazer. A bright yellow unicorn mare, she had seemed perfect, or so he thought. They had been together several months. He had, at her request, dominated her as he had mares before her. At Moonscar’s party, she had used her safeword and the play had stopped, immediately.
However, that had not been the end of it. Stargazer had gone to the police crying that he had sexually abused her. It was only the witness statements of Moonscar and a number of other guests, many of whom Nightflyer didn’t know very well, as well as a report that surfaced saying that the mare had tried this before in Manehatten and Whinnyapolis that kept him his job and reputation.
Still, that didn’t stop him blaming himself. Nor did the fact that there was no allegations and no charges do anything to stop the rumour mill that swirled about the royal palace and Canterlot as a whole. Again, once he was dry, he sighed and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen. Tea. He needed tea. He passed the locked door that lead to his basement. It had been ten months since he had been down there.
Nightflyer paused at the closed door, his hoof resting on the locked lock. For a moment, the bat pony stallion was tempted to go down, to dust off his collection of bridles, gags, crops and the rest, but he couldn’t bring himself to open the door. “Maybe tomorrow,” he told himself as he turned to the kitchen. Then again, he had told himself that yesterday, and the day before and the day before that…
After drinking his tea, a zebran blend that he had picked up from a coffee shop while on duty in Manehatten – while known for their coffee, zebras also had a winning line in tea as well – Nightflyer found he felt much better about things. Things, as a whole, were pretty good. Punishment duty over, he now was looking forward to his date later that day with Lightshine. They were going to watch a Buckball game at three at the Ponyville stadium where, no doubt, the Rockets would crush the Cloudsdale Eagles, then onto a fine meal at the Hayburger. Then…who knows what?
He glanced at the clock and saw it was only eleven thirty. The game wasn’t due to start till three. Still, bathed, showered and full of tea, there was nothing else for him to do. Not that he minded listening to Horseshoepin’s music. Nightflyer reasoned, justly, that just because the date didn’t start till later, there was nothing stopping him going round to Lightshine’s place a little early.
Getting up, mind made up, he decided he would do just that. ‘Heh…we can hang out, chat, talk about how I want to hoof cuff her, bridle her and rut her silly in her back yard…’ he thought with an ironic smile as he slipped on his second favourite ‘uniform’.
The uniform in question was a very bright, yellow jersey with an equally bright red P R emblazoned on it, on top of a white shooting star. The emblem of the Ponyville Rockets Buckball team. Completing the look was an oversized top hat, ludicrously bigger than his own head, similarly coloured and decorated with a huge P R logo. There was absolutely no doubt who he was supporting, this afternoon. Catching himself in his mirror, he couldn’t help but laugh. The yellow stood out so much against his dark blue fur. ‘And Twinkle wanted to go bowling…’ not that he had anything against Allie Way and the bowling place, he just pointed out that neither of them could play the game. At all.
Nightflyer was halfway to his door when a thought occurred to him. ‘I’m going over early. Perhaps I should call first…’ He knew Lightshine would be home. Where he had flown from Canterlot to Ponyville, his future date had elected to take the train. Her and that damned cactus. He took his phone from his bag and dialled his friend’s number.
It rang. And rang. And rang. After several rings, it cut off. No answer, no voicemail. That worried Nightflyer. Lightshine was usually glued to her cell phone any chance she got. With the hackles raising on the back of his neck, he called her again.
Again, long seconds later, the phone rang off with no answer. Now, he was worried. Coming in on the edge of that worry though was a touch of indignation. A little trickle of his dominant nature crept in. Luckily, on his key chain, was not just the keys to his house, but to his date’s, too. They’d had copies of each other’s keys for years now, so close were they with each other. ‘Ignore me, will she?’ he thought as he galloped from his house, the moment he was clear, the stallion took wing, flying full tilt through the streets of Ponyville. ‘I don’t think so!’
~ ~ ~
In her stone walled basement, locked on her plank, Lightshine was in a whole universe of pleasure, thanks to the large toys that buzzed away in her soaking wet holes. The timer on the plank ticked to 44:21 just as the nine inch vibrator in her marehood once more brought her up to an Equestria-shattering orgasm. The frankly exhausted bat pony mare thrusted back against thin air, completely lost in her fantasy. “Give it to me, Master, please!”
No doubt spurred on by his bound pet’s request, her ‘Master’ withdrew midway and he thrusted forwards a third and fourth times, picking up his speed with each hard buck of his hips. “Oooh…” she moaned as the shaft in her felt like it was her whole world. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes buck me Master pleeeease!” Lightshine screamed in heaven, with each hard thrust giving her more pleasure than the last, “buck me into next week!”
“Want it do you?” Her Master smirked behind her and, obliging his pet, he bucked his hips the roughest yet, getting his iron hard length buried in her sopping pussy right to the hilt. Each withdrawal and thrust dragged his medial ring back and forth, each thrust impaling his helpless mare. Grunting loudly, he pulled back for an even harder thrust which mashed himself into Twinkle’s ass end.
“Yes! Yes I want it!” Lightshine begged as her eyes rolled up in her head, she wasn’t Lightshine anymore, she wasn’t an elite Lunar guard. She was a pet, a Slave, a toy. She was her Master’s toy and she wanted him to use her. “I want it bad!”
“Scream then, you pretty little slut.” Master Nightflyer growled as he ran his hooves over the leading edges of her dark blue leathery wings only to roughly pull her back as he thrust forward hard.
“Oh give it to meeeeee!” Twinkle screamed, pushed as she was to the very edge of her climax, then with an ear shattering “OOooHHHHHH IIIIII GAAHAHHAHHH!” She reached her climax just as a very loud banging noise, as loud as a roll of thunder erupted overhead.
As she felt her Master give her a particularly hard thrust, Lightshine again heard the banging. It was thunder, surely. In her head, she heard her Master shout, “That's it slut, scream my buckin' name!” he demanded of her as the loud banging continued overhead.
“I love you!” Lightshine screamed as she came down from her high after a few moments of sheer bliss. “Oh, that was good, sooooo good!” she panted, sweat matting the grey fur around her head and neck, while her own juices mingled with sweat to matt and smear the fur on her hind legs and inner thighs. It was, as she came down from her high, she became aware that the banging was not thunder, as she first surmised.
“Lightshine!” She heard her name yelled out from above. From her front door, specifically. “Twinkle, are you okay‽” The very sound of his voice at her door made her blood run cold. Her friend, her date, her fantasy, was at her door! “I’m coming in!”
‘Oh crap!’ Lightshine froze in panicked terror. ‘He can’t! He’ll see me! Ohmigoshohmigoshohmigoshohmigosh!’ There was still more than forty minutes left on the timer. Daisy wasn’t due to release her for another thirty minutes on top of that. She was struck. ‘Whatdoido?’ She knew her date had a key. He could catch her, like this!
There was only one thing she could do.
Leaning forwards just slightly, she seized the escape rope in her mouth. A mane full of yellow dye was preferable to being found planked and cumming like a running faucet. Scrunching up her eyes, she tugged hard on the rope. Simultaneously, as she knew they would, two things happened. One, all four spring loaded hoof cuffs released their grip on her legs. Two, before she could move, the paint tin above her upended, sending two litres of bright yellow fur dye splashing over her head, her mane and her back. “EEEEEEW!” she shrieked, for it was cold, and she could feel it going everywhere, in her ears, on her wings, everywhere.
Still, the sound of her door opening meant she couldn’t dwell on that. The millisecond she was free, she galloped up her basement stairs. In so much of a rush was she that she not only left her playroom door wide open, she left her phone on the bed that was not for sleeping in and the toys deep inside her.
At his date’s door, Nightflyer heard the sound of an approaching mare at full gallop. He knew Lightshine long enough to know it was her. He stepped back just as she appeared in her doorway. “Twink…” whatever he was going to say in greeting – and he had several things planned, like “Why are you ignoring me?” Why didn’t you answer your phone?” “Are you okay?” – all went out of his head like water down a drain when he saw her.
“Nightflyer!” Lightshine gasped, breathless, her wings fully erect and her tail flagging high on her back behind her, “You…You’re early!”
A number of things screamed out at Nightflyer as he stood on his date’s doorstep. Chief among these things were Lightshine’s erect wings, her flagging tail and the smell that came off of her, emanating from her hindquarters. However, these paled in comparison to what his eyes were telling him. ‘Yellow dye…she’s covered in yellow dye…’ this seemed to dull his other senses. “Um…Twinkle, ah, why?”
For a moment, thanks to the adrenalin coursing through her body, Lightshine’s brain locked up and all she could think of to ask was, “Why…what?”
“Why do you have bright yellow dye in your mane, and over your back, and on your wings?”
Lightshine’s eyes went very, very wide. Her muzzle scrunched up and the universe around her melted away. All there was in existence was her house, her date – who was dressed in the Ponyville Rockets colours – and her, covered in yellow dye with sex toys buried in her. “Ah…um…well, ah, you see, it’s ah, well it’s…” as her brain fished in the ether for an excuse, she saw the yellow on her date’s shirt and hat. “It’s for the game! Yes! That’s it! It’s for the Buckball game! Yay, go, Rockets!” she cheered, pulling a suitable pose.
Nightflyer was no fool. He had known his friend and date long enough to know when she was lying. Frankly she was terrible at it. She had never, ever been able to lie to him in the ten years he had known her. He was pretty sure she was the worst liar alive. She always scrunched up her muzzle when she lied, and it was scrunching now. ‘Oh…if you were mine, I’d spank you so hard for that, you wouldn’t sit down for two days!’ he thought. What he said was, “Hmm, well, okay then. Can I come in?”
“No!” she shrieked, her eyes still wide. “Ah, I mean, yes! Yes, of course, come on…in me…ah! I mean, in the house, come in, yes…” Blushing like she could burst into flames at any moment, Lightshine turned on her hooves and walked back into her house.
‘Why is she acting so weird?’ Nightflyer thought, worried for a split second that she had changed her mind about their date. This thought, however, and many more besides, were erased from the dark blue stallion’s mind the instant Lightshine turned around. Not only was his nose assailed by the unmistakable scent of ‘mare’, his eyes were greeted to the sight of a flagging tail, which revealed the base of a blue butt plug and vibrator buried in his date’s holes.
‘Sweet Luna’s fetlock!’ he thought, exercising every ounce of willpower he had not to slip out of his sheath then and there. Slowly, stunned by the sight that was more wondrous than a new moon on the Lunar Festival Night, he followed her inside, where the heady, musky scent of ‘mare’ was overpowering.
“I’m going for a shower, make yourself at home, Night.”
Nightflyer nodded lamely. He barely heard what his friend had said, so strong was the smell of, well, ‘her’. He had been in Lightshine’s one-storey house countless times in the past, and he more than knew his way around. He was sure, in fact, that he had cooked more in her kitchen than she had. He took a right into the living room, where there was a hallway that lead to the bathroom and one bedroom. He sniffed, and while the scent was still strong, it wasn’t as strong here as in the kitchen. Left on his own, he walked back to the left of the front door. In the kitchen, the smell was definitely stronger. Then, he noticed the stairs. He’d never been in Lightshine’s basement. She had told him it was a utility room.
Still, the smell was clearly strongest down there. Curiosity, and the intense mare scent, had him descending the steps before he could stop himself. ‘Twinkle, what have you been doing down here?’ he thought. There were two rooms at the bottom of the stairs. The first was indeed a utility room, which he passed without interest. The second, however, had him rooted to the spot.
He had been expecting something related to flowers, given she was a member of the Horticultural Society. Instead, what greeted him was a stone walled dungeon. He didn’t go inside, he just stood at the open door. He took in what he saw. The A frame, the upright X frame, the plank – the floor around the plank splattered in bright yellow dye – the puddle of fluids on said plank, the open toy box… Nightflyer saw it, took it all in, and mentally he connected several dots. When he did so, and he arrived at the only conclusion possible, the realisation hit him hard as a mountain.
“She’s a Sub…oh sweet Luna’s mane, she’s a Sub!” he barely whispered to himself, convinced that each and every one of his Hearth Warmings had come at once. That thought in mind, he turned and left the basement. He knew from experience that Lightshine wouldn’t be long in the shower and, after what he had just seen, he needed a cup of tea.
Thankfully, back up in the kitchen, he knew that there was a tub of the zebran tea he liked. While he was at it, he made a cup of coffee too. He and his date had a lot to talk about, it seemed. Upon reflection though, as he made his way through with the drinks to the couch in the living room, he was rather pleased he had come early. There was a chance, by the end of the day, that his friend would not only be his marefriend but so much more.
“Oh…you’re um, you’re still here…” Lightshine said five minutes later when she had emerged, still a little damp around the edges, from her shower. While the scent of ‘mare’ had largely gone, replaced with her favourite cinnamon shampoo, the bright yellow fur dye remained all over her.
“Twinkle,” said Nightflyer, summoning that dominant aspect of himself that he now suspected his date desired, “We need to talk…” he trailed off and gestured a hoof towards the couch seat next to him, as well as the freshly prepared coffee. Oh boy did they need to talk.
“Talk?” Lightshine couldn’t help but feel extremely worried at that. She pensively bit her lip, which exposed her fangs just a little. She was sure she looked as nervous and worried as she felt. “About what?” she asked, though she had a feeling what it was they needed to talk about. It simultaneously excited and scared her. “You've changed your mind. You don't want to go on the date, do you?” Still, when Nightflyer patted the seat of the couch, she scooted to it and sat down, readying herself for the rejection that was surely coming. “Coffee is your way of letting me down, isn't it?”
Reaching for his tea, Nightflyer snorted. Inhaling the scent of cinnamon rather than ‘mare’, he guessed her shower was a success. “Letting you down would be me not being here after your shower.” He smiled, showing plenty of fang. She did look damn cute, her dark blue mane covered in dye like it was. “I can see you wearing the team colours, but that is the worse dye job I've ever seen.”
“Hahaha...ha...ha...go, Rockets?” Lightshine laughed, possibly the most unconvincing laugh of her life, and that included Roseluck and her awful jokes. The little bat pony just counted herself very lucky indeed that the dye she used in the paint tin had been yellow. That was a total fluke. To try and cover herself, she reached for and sipped her coffee. “I'm um, glad you're still here, Night.” And, she was, but now she was confronted with her long-time friend, date, and what he might’ve seen.
Nightflyer of course didn’t buy the frankly unconvincing laugh. He knew what he had seen, alright, and what he had worked out. Now, it was just a matter of communication. Simple, really. “Where else would I be?” he asked rhetorically. Thankfully, as a dominant, he knew how to use confidence as a weapon. “Sure, I'm a bit early because somepony decided my phone calls weren't worth answering.”
“That was you‽” Lightshine looked stunned, all wide eyed and small-pupils. Dots connected in her head. Excuses and white lies floated round those dots in an attempt to talk her way out of this embarrassing situation. “I um...I couldn't get to my phone? I was tied up, with something, sorry.”
That little revelation had Nightflyer snorting his tea and facehooving, hard. “Sorry,” he managed to say once he had stopped laughing, “I shouldn't laugh when you tell the truth, Twinkle.”
Some, not all, of the tension she felt leaked out of her when her old friend laughed. She liked Nightflyer’s laugh. It was confident and strong, like him. She in turn let out a little giggle as she sipped her coffee. “Thank you, for this, you know how I like it made....hey, what d'you mean, when I tell the truth? I was tied up with something!” she mentally facehooved very hard, “But I would've been free soon!”
Calmly, as confidently as he could, Nightflyer sipped his tea and said, “I might not have freed you.”
“Oh no, see I have a timer, and a rope, and Daisy...” Lightshine, who hadn’t realised what she was saying, suddenly froze when her brain at last caught up with her mouth. As she processed the mounting horror – as Daisy would’ve put it – her ears wilted back to her head. “Oh fudge!”
“Daisy,” Nightflyer smiled, “as in Daisy, Lily Valley and Roseluck's Flowers for all Occasions, Daisy?” He was pleased the cat was out of the bag, now to address the elephant in the room.
Convinced her life was over, Lightshine nodded quietly, her eyes still wide and ears still slicked back. “My best friend, Daisy.” While she said that, and she sipped hot coffee, all she could think was, ‘My life is ruined! He'll laugh, he'll tell the guard, oh fudge!’
Nightflyer of course knew Daisy, though mostly through his partner sat in front of him and, like everypony else in Ponyville, being a customer of her flower shop. “Hmm, I would have never guessed she would be into that.” That said, he once more channeled the dominant aspect of himself as he looked straight at Lightshine. “Still say I wouldn't have freed you.”
“Night, um...” Lightshine trailed off, and she shifted just a little under his gaze. In all the years she had known him, she had never, ever seen him look at her like he was looking at her now. There was dominance in that stare, a need for control of a pony, almost a hunger that she hadn’t seen before. “Wh-What would you have done?”
The dark blue stallion didn’t answer straightaway. Instead, Nightflyer chose to take some time, unneeded time to let Lightshine stew as he sipped the rest of his tea. During the ten minutes of silence, she did try to speak up, but he swiftly silenced that with a raised hoof. It was only when they had both drank their respective drinks, and he had looked all around her living room – including at the damned cactus that was now on her big table – that he spoke again. “I noticed, as you went to take your shower, how you like to be filled.” He couldn’t really miss it, the base of the toys were huge. “So, do you prefer the top or bottom hole?”
“You noticed?” Lightshine squeaked, very glad she had finished her coffee, otherwise her future date would be wearing it now, ‘Of course he noticed, ooooh…fudge!’ she slumped a little, resigned to the fact that there was no getting away from it now. “Um, I really like my tail hole filled, I love the ‘full’ feeling.” She couldn’t believe she was talking about anal sex so casually.
“Noted.” Nightflyer was very suddenly filled with thoughts of tying up Lightshine and plowing her grey little ass with his hard cock until she couldn’t walk. It took all his considerable willpower to not slip from his sheath. “First,” he said, keeping his voice level, “how much have you heard about me through the rumour mill?”
“Night!” Lightshine scoffed. It was well known that Canterlot had a very healthy and extremely well supplied rumour mill. What might be less well known is there is an even more extensive rumour mill in Equestria, one that lived in the royal palace itself. If one lived or worked in or around the palace, one heard many, many things about many ponies. “You know I don't listen to gossip!”
Nightflyer saw Lightshine’s scrunched up face. It was the face she always made when she lied, which was why she was so bad at it and why she didn’t play poker. The dominant stallion, aware of what ponies whispered about him behind his back, shook his head. “Listen or not, you hear it. Before I can do any corrective action, I need to know where I really stand in your pretty little mind.”
Lightshine sighed, she wanted to damn her own scrunching face, but she was aware he had called her pretty. “Well, um, I heard about Stargazer, and why you don't see her anymore. I heard...” once she started it was hard to stop. “I heard you tied her up, like, kinky bondage stuff and I heard you were arrested. Um...I heard you lead mares on bridles and that Moonscar helps you get slave mares...” under his stern gaze, she trailed off to silence.
“You've heard a lot for not listening, Twinkle.” Still, Nightflyer didn’t look away from her. He held her gaze and decided to front it all out. After all, if what they both wanted to happen might happen, it was best to be honest from the start, wasn’t it? “All of that is true. Stargazer turned out to be a serial 'fake' abused pony. I haven't led a mare around in a bridle since her though.”
Lightshine processed that thought. Stargazer had been ten months ago. “You...you actually...it's...it's true? A-All of it?” Try as she might, she struggled to formulate that in her head. “She, it was...fake, well, I knew it was fudge! You'd never do that!”
“Never do what?”
“Abuse Stargazer. Do what she accused you of, you know, the R word...” Lightshine found she was studying the floor intently like it might wrong her at any moment. Loyalty to her friend and colleague was one thing, but she couldn’t bring herself to say that word. It was a distasteful word and she hated it. “You'd not do that.”
“I wouldn't do that without consent,” Nightflyer said gently but firmly, “then it isn't rape or abuse if you have consent, is it?”
Lightshine lifted her up her head and she shook it determinedly. “No, it isn't. I've known you long enough to know you wouldn't do that unless you had consent, Night.” When she took a deep breath in order to ask what she has been wanting to ask for months now, she couldn’t believe the words left her mouth. “So...you really do all that, um, bondage stuff, with mares? Like what I heard?”
Nightflyer nodded solemnly, loving the way the simple gesture made her wings lift up in arousal. “I prefer to do that with mares, now I just need to find a mare I could trust.” Now, he found his mouth went very dry indeed. He knew he was on a precipice. A precipice he hadn’t stood on for ten months. Very deep down, he was scared to death. He licked his lips and took the plunge. “Know any?”
‘Me!’ she thought, almost hopping up and down like an over-excited school filly, ‘Me! Say me! Me!’ When she opened her mouth to answer, a little squeak came out. “Me?” she offered, her voice only just audible. Here she was on the verge of realising her fantasy! “You could do it, with me?”
As much as he wanted to, and he really, really did want to, Nightflyer had to be sure this was what his friend wanted. It had to be her conscious, consensual choice. “I don't know, I'm running out of hooves to count how many times you've lied to me, just today…”
“But! But, um...Night,” Lightshine paused for a breath to steady herself. She could see the edge of the precipice, and decided to jump off. “I've fantasised about you doing that to me for months!”
Hearing that admission, Nightflyer had to really work very hard to control himself and not give away any outward signs that he was really, really aroused by that. “Only months?” he asked, unable to resist the tease, in spite of the danger of being introduced to the spikes on her new cactus, “But you've known me for years. I'm sooooo disappointed, Twinkle.”
“I um...I've dreamed about being tied up for years, I've dreamed about you doing it to me for months.” Now she had that out in the open, she found it was rather easy to say what she had wanted to say when Nightflyer had finally asked her out on the date to the Buckball game. “I want to give myself to you! For you to plank me and mount me, to spank me and plow me till I can't walk!”
The moment she said that, the dark blue stallion glanced up at the battered old clock on Lightshine’s wall – like everything in her small house it was clean, old, been through several owners, but was working just fine – and did a quick time check. It was only one in the afternoon, the game didn’t start till three. The mare continued. “I um...I want to be one of those mares, to be lead around on reins…”
Nightflyer held up a hoof and cut her off before Lightshine could build up a proper head of steam. Unleashed, there was no stopping her. While usually he liked the way she talked too much, she still talked too much. Now, she had to listen. “Let's say I was leading you around by your reins. How would I know you no longer wanted to be led around?”
“Um...” she cocked her head innocently to the side. “Couldn't I just tell you to stop?”
Nightflyer shook his head. For twenty-seven, and a guard – elite guard – she was adorably naïve. In the back of his mind he wondered about the O gag and a bridle, wanting to see her talk through that. “So, just how much to you know about the bondage scene, Lightshine?”
That stumped Lightshine, good and proper. “Well, not much, really. I didn't want to ask about it at work, y'know, you know what the stallions in the guard are like.”
The bat pony stallion smiled at that. He knew perfectly well from past experience exactly what the other members of the guard were like. He’d overheard his captain and best friend warning several of them from ‘bothering’ Lightshine. Some of their courting techniques were bordering on harassment. “Other than myself and Moonscar, they are rumour mongers with no clue.” That however, bought him onto something he had wanted to ask her since he had seen it in the basement. “This planking you do, how often do you do that to yourself?”
“Normally when I'm tense, or nervous, or wound up.” Lightshine admitted, strangely she felt more calm and confident talking about this now that they were talking about it. “The last time I did it was a month ago, before we had to guard Lady Octavia. And today...obviously.”
Nightflyer reached over and caressed Lightshine’s shoulder. “You sure you want me in that part of your life?”
“Yes!”
The way she answered so eagerly and so innocently almost made Nightflyer’s heart melt on the spot. He was glad, secretly, he had listened to Moonscar’s advice and asked her out. “Here is your first rule. You can no longer plank yourself. You can ask me to plank you.”
Lightshine made no attempt to hide the fact that her wigs were raised up in a picture perfect wingboner. She was having a hard time remembering when she had been this aroused before. “I understand, Night. You'll really do that, um, be um, my ah, my Master?”
Nightflyer so wanted to declare yes, like she had done to him, but there was still an important question to ask. Still an important stipulation to set, one that would dictate their burgeoning relationship and one that couldn’t be overlooked. “What would I be the master of? What role do you want to play to my Master?”
Lightshine had an idea of what she wanted. She had read enough literature on the subject, supplied by Daisy and Roseluck to have a good idea. While she enjoyed them all, the stories about sex slaves didn’t really excite her. She liked the ones where the Submissive was kept as a pet to the Master. She’d always wanted a pet, like a kitten, but as a guardspony, she couldn’t. That’s what she wanted. “You'd be the master of me,” she replied confidently, “I want to be your pet, your kitten, as well as your marefriend.”
That suited Nightflyer just fine. “Pet it is!” The hoof that had been caressing her grey shoulder now worked its way up the side of her face and petted her dark blue mane. “You is a good mare, when you tell the truth.”
“Mmmmmmm!” About to say something, Lightshine found that what she was going to say never made it out of her throat. What did get out was a pleasured little purr. She was amazed at how good this felt, having the strong stallion’s hoof stroking her mane. It was minutes before she could speak at all. “That’s only because you can tell when I'm lying…”
Nightflyer had learned long ago each and every one of Lightshine’s ‘tells’, and he was looking forward to using them against his new kitten. “Something I don't expect you to correct,” he said with a smile not only on his face but in his voice. The hoof that had been stroking her mane found its way under her jaw, very delicately he rubbed her chin. “Your face gets all silly when you lie.”
“Mmmm! Mmm! Mmmm!” Purring like an overgrown kitten, she lifted her chin up so he could get better access to her sweet spot. She closed her eyes and lifted her tail and wings. This was utter heaven! She wondered why she had waited so long to do this. “HMmmHmmmmm!”
“I think my pet would like some belly rubs, wouldn't she?” Nightflyer asked, emboldened and further encouraged to get back on the bike from the heartwarming reactions he was getting just from scratching her chin. Lightshine looked at him with big kitty eyes and simply wagged her tail. With a mew that revealed her fangs, she rolled over onto her back, exposing herself in the process. As a reward, Nightflyer rubbed his hoof between her rib cage and her teats. “Who's the happy kitty? Twinkles is the happy kitty, yes she is! She’s a good kitty, yes she is!”
‘Twinkles?’ Lightshine thought, though she was pretty far from actual speech, given the quality of the belly rubs she was being given. ‘That's my pet name! I have a pet name! I have a Master! Oooooh fudge!’ As the belly rubs continued, she let out a pleasured contented purr. “AAaaaaaAAAAAAH!” the purr only got louder when her teats were rubbed, her left hind leg even twitching as well.
Unfortunately, in all the excitement of discovering Nightflyer on her doorstep, releasing herself from the bondage and all that had followed after her shower, Lightshine had completely forgotten about her other backup plan. Daisy had been awaiting a text from her best friend to tell her she was free of the plank. When that text did not come, she, as per their arrangement, galloped across Ponyville to release her. “Lightshine!” she cried, bursting through her front door – she didn’t stop to wonder why it was unlocked. “Don't worry hunny, I'll free you I'll...I'll...” Daisy froze in place at the sight of her best friend on her back, and Nightflyer rubbing 'there' and the purring noises she was making. “I'll...”
It was only when the lilac earth pony mare practically exploded her door that Lightshine was reminded of her emergency backup safety plan. And that she had not texted her. “Daisy!” Though she was shocked, she did not try and get up or cover up. She couldn’t, the belly rubs had not stopped.
Nightflyer, back in the saddle as it were as far as his dominant side was concerned, looked the flower seller dead in the eyes while his hoof rubbed in figure of eights around his kitten’s teats, each cycle making her mew in pleasure. “Sorry Daisy, belly rubs by appointment only. Should I pencil you in?”
“I'll ah...see I was supposed to um...come, free her, if the escapes didn't work.” Was all Daisy could think of to say by way of explanation for her sudden entrance. She had expected to find her friend on the plank, not doing what she was doing.
Nightflyer was eminently proud of the fact that his kitten’s purring did not stop. He knew she was really into this. It just spurred him on all the more. “Which escape do you think worked?”
When Lightshine moved her head, Daisy could see the amount of bright yellow dye spattered all over her dark blue mane. “I see she released herself...I'm glad that worked, so is she, Lightshine...” Daisy stopped mid-way through the question when she saw that her best friend was still purring like a contented kitten, fully exposed and eyes closed, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. “I see you're having fun. You look after her, Night.”
The dark blue bat pony stallion caught the unspoken ‘or else’ at the end of that sentence. He nodded solemnly to her. “She did because my kitten didn't want me to play. Such a naughty pet she is. What should I do to this naughty pet, Daisy?”
Now she’d had the few moments to recover her composure, and see that her best friend was literally like the cat who had all the cream, Daisy smirked. She knew how much Lightshine wanted what was currently happening to her. She considered it her duty as BFF to meddle and egg her on. “Naughty pets should be punished, Night. Lucky for you, you have time before the game. There's a plank downstairs she's very fond of.” She gave Nightflyer a wink as the ‘kitty’ let out a pleasured meow.
Nightflyer caught the wink. The dominant stallion also caught the undertones of the wink. The approval, the acceptance of a best friend, one who had cared for his new kitten and colleague meant a lot to him. It was unspoken, perhaps, but it was there. He knew she was placing trust in him, and he wasn’t about to give her cause to take it away. “Daisy, thank you for watching out for her. You have a great day.”
Daisy shrugged and turned around. “What are friends for?” she asked, happy that Nightflyer knew where he stood. Over her shoulder, she blew them both a kiss and sauntered out, leaving the new couple alone to their fun. She did however intend to quiz Lightshine incessantly tomorrow. Sunday was their girly flower catch up day.
As soon as Daisy had left her house, Lightshine snickered upside down on her couch. “Heh, that was funny...her face!”
“My naughty kitten seemed excited by Daisy's idea.” Nightflyer said as he continued to rub very low on her exposed belly, his hoof going first against and then with the grain of her grey fur.
“MMmmmm!” Lightshine, or Twinkles, as she now thought of herself, splayed her hind legs wide open. “Veeeeeeery excited, Master.”
“Pet is going to be disappointed then.”
“Huh?” Lightshine asked, not sounding at all purry and feline, “What?” she cocked her head up on her couch in order to try and look at her Master properly. Those world class belly rubs had put her in the mood. “Why, Night?”
Nightflyer simply smiled, a smile with lots of teeth and bared fangs. He knew he had her in the sole of his hoof, which was where any good pet belonged. “Because I'm the Master and you're the pet.” He did not stop with his belly rubs, but now her teats were his primary target. She had to learn that she would get her pleasure only as and when he decided to give it to her.
“AAaaaAAAaaAAH!” The very moment her teats were rubbed, Lightshine went back to much purring indeed, her nipples rock hard and extremely aroused from the stimulation she was receiving. A thought though did manage to creep its way into her head. A thought connected to the books she had borrowed from Roseluck. “Y-You gonna mmmmm g-get me a c-collar?”
“I don't think I need a collar.” ‘Not yet, anyway,’ Nightflyer thought, very thankful that his journey back into the dominance he so enjoyed had been an easy one thus far. He knew deep down that Lightshine was as far removed from Stargazer as it was possible to get, but confidence, once lost, was hard to regain.
“Oooooo-Okay...” Lightshine was not going to argue, for two reasons. One, she trusted her Master. Two, she was too busy enjoying the dark blue hoof that was having its way with her belly and teats.
Nightflyer let out a snicker. “Needy pet is greedy pet too.” With that, he slowly and gradually moved the hoof that was sensuously rubbing her teats downwards. Now it was slowly rubbing wide circles around the edges of her wet labia.
Lightshine’s reaction to having her marehood touched, even vaguely, after she had been expertly wound up, was immediate. “MmmMMrrrrroooow!” she meowed, bucking her hips up a little bit to meet his hoof, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her moist snatch getting even wetter.
Slowly, Nightflyer stopped his rubbing. As he did so, the thought ran through his mind that it was time to finally unlock that door in his house. That door that had been securely locked for ten months. They were beyond the point of turning back now. He looked at his empty tea cup. “Does my new pet know how to make tea?” he asked in that dominant voice that was starting to feel more and more natural.
At the sudden loss of contact to her most intimate of places, Lightshine let out a big needy desperate whine that threatened to melt Nightflyer’s heart right there. “Aaaah, um, Yes, Master, I do.”
Mind made up, Nightflyer got up off the couch without another word. He strode confidently towards his pet’s front door. “Follow.” He commanded simply. Not looking behind him, the bat pony stallion left the one storey house. He didn’t need to look behind him to know he was being followed.
Pausing just long enough to lock her door behind her, Lightshine trotted along behind her friend, date and Master. She didn’t care that she was out in public covered almost snout to tail in bright yellow fur dye. She didn’t care that Nightflyer was obviously taking the long, scenic way around town to his house so that others could see his and hers team spirit colors.
As Mr. Breezy, Big Mac and a whole load of others stopped and stared, all Lightshine was focused on was the muscular hind quarters and the ass they were attached to walking in front of her. With every step, Nightflyer’s tail swished and she got a glimpse of her Master’s balls. The thought of having them empty inside her while she was planked had her wings all the way up, and her tail flagging more a teeny bit.
“You know where the tea is.” Nightflyer said, speaking only when he reached his house. His mind definitely made up, he was firmly in his dominant role, having resolved to show Lightshine his playroom. This in itself presented issues, namely that all the equipment would no doubt be dusty. He had a plan for that. “You can make yourself a coffee if you wish.” Orders given, he walked over and sat on his couch.
“Yes Master.” Lightshine let out a shudder as she hastened to obey. She did pause however, in the doorway between his living room and kitchen. “So um...do you have a room, like I do, to play in?”
“You are making tea, not asking questions.” Nightflyer didn’t even look at her when he said that. Instead, he leant over the side of his couch and flipped on his gramophone. Seconds later, the relaxing sounds of Horseshoepin filled his house.
Recognising the dismissal, Lightshine blushed very bright red and she got to making the drinks. She rather liked Nightflyer’s kitchen. It was far more modern and new than hers. While hers was battered, well-used and ‘lived in’, his was bright, white and sparkly clean. It was nice, but hers was hers. Moments later, when she had prepared the tea and the coffee, she carried them through on a tray held in her mouth before setting them down on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Your tea, Master.”
Looking at the tray, Nightflyer had to try very, very hard to not laugh. She had chosen the mug she had bought him as a joke birthday present last year, the one with ‘Naughty Nighty’ on it. ‘Trust you, Twinkle!’ he thought, noting that as usual, she had selected the yellow Ponyville Rockets mug she always used in his house. Retaining his role, he imperiously sampled the tea. “I am pleased.”
Lightshine didn’t focus on the fact that she had been ordered to make the drinks. She would’ve done that in any case like she had done thousands of times before. What she heard was, “I am pleased”. The fact that she had pleased him by carrying out his order made her feel squiffy in a way she hadn’t felt before. She liked it. ‘He's pleased! I did that! I pleased him!’ “Um, thank you, Master.”
When Lightshine hopped up onto the couch, no doubt in a quest for more belly rubs as a reward, Nightflyer instead placed his hoof over the mug of coffee to stop her drinking. In response to her puzzled look, he said, “I fear it may be too hot for my pet. While it cools, you'll find a box of rags and a bucket under the sink. Put some soapy water in the bucket and grab a bunch of rags, then bring those out here.”
“Okay, Master.” While she was puzzled as to what he wanted them for, she nonetheless got up off of the couch and, with her tail held up high to give him a good view, she made her way back to the kitchen. Soon, after a little investigation into the cupboard under the kitchen sink, she had the hot soapy water in the bucket and the rags on her back. With the bucket held by the handle in her mouth, she walked back into the living room.
Nightflyer didn’t acknowledge her presence at first. Calmly, he waited until the Horseshoepin piece he was listening to had finished and he set his teacup down on the coffee table. “Follow.” He ordered simply, leading her to the locked door. Summoning all his nerve, he unlocked it and he led her down to his basement and he unlocked a second door. He didn’t go inside. He didn’t want to see it dusty and forgotten. “I want everything. Everything, cleaned in this room. Return to your coffee when you're done.”
“Yes…” Lightshine looked through the open door as Nightflyer walked past her to go back up the stairs. For a moment she was dumbstruck. The dungeon, for that’s what it was, made her own playroom look like a playpen. It was a twenty foot square bare brick walled room, with wooden floorboards. “Oh fudge…” she stepped inside, her hooves leaving prints in the dusty floor.
“Oh wow!” she gasped, almost dropping her bucket of water. To the left of the door she had entered by was a bed big enough for four ponies. Beside the bed was a nightstand and two somethings that excited her greatly. The first was a pony sized pet cage and a pet bed that looked like it was made for a large cat. Or a pony pretending to be a cat. Next to that was a dresser with five drawers marked ‘toys’ – these were labelled; plugs, vibrators, gags and blindfolds - and the last one was marked ‘aftercare’. In the far left corner, standing out from the brick walls was a tiled shower area and bathtub.
All across the right side of the room was what drew her eye. Hundreds of spikes had been hammered into the wall. Hanging from these spikes were; crops, paddles, floggers, canes, bridles, as well as ropes of different lengths, widths and colours. Hanging there were latex hoods, hoods with no eyes, hoods with no eyes or mouth holes. Looking up, she saw large bolts in the ceiling. She couldn’t guess what they were for.
As she started to clean all this equipment, cleaning each and every piece of it from the dust of months, she knew she was going to have a lot of fun in here.