Ire and ice
Blue crept forward along the dimly lit alley as silently as one could with hooves on cobblestone. He approached the side of a window and cautiously peered inside, seeing three reindeer chatting casually around a small table with wooden mugs on it. The deer each had an odd little blue anthropoid creature floating next to them, like fairies with large solid midnight blue eyes, wearing heavy hats and coats. They were the ice sprites that most reindeer had at least one of, Blue had learned. They kind of had a symbiotic relationship with the reindeer, pampering them and gifting them their magic. In return... well, he wasn't sure what they offered in return other than companionship.
Close enough to make out voices, the dark blue earth pony pulled a lock of sky blue mane away from his ear and listened.
"Oh, yeah, real wild," said one, a male, with a tan coat and chocolate brown antlers.
"I still can't believe you and Velvet..." another male trailed off. His coat was an ashy gray, with small darker gray antlers.
"Best delivery job I ever took, I can tell you that much. She's a goddess," Tan Coat replied.
"Ugh. Lucky bastard," the third replied, a female. She was a light blue, like snow under bright moonlight. Her antlers were a deep glacial cerulean, and sparkled like an ice sculpture in the room's candlelight.
Blue made a mental note to pay special attention to this delivery stag, as he now had a new lead on seeking his next objective. Velvet, a widely renowned (almost worshipped) citizen of Rein, was exactly the one he was looking for. Despite her popularity, she was surprisingly hard to find. Most of the reindeer he had asked had said she often just kind of... showed up in places. Wherever she lived, it likely wasn't in town. Then he heard rumors of one, Vicks, who had been claiming to have had a roll in the snow with Velvet herself. Such claims, Blue found, were surprisingly not all that uncommon (including some raunchy, very public incidents), but Vicks' in particular was interesting, as it apparently took place in Velvet's own chambers. This tan braggart seemed to be him.
"By the way," the female said, "did she explain the accent?"
"Nope, I think she just thinks it sounds sexy. And we all know how much she loves to hear herself talk. Not that I blame her. I love everything about her," Vicks said. The other two nodded.
"What I wouldn't give for a night with her," the gray one said, earning another agreeing nod from the doe.
"Honestly, whatever you did give, it'd be worth it. The only bad thing I can say about it is that I'll probably never get to do it again," Vicks said with an almost sad, wistful smile.
"Y'know what? Screw it. Let's get sloshed. I don't wanna think of could-have-beens," the doe said, grabbing her mug and taking a long swig. "Vicks, you can drink to celebrate, and we'll drink to forget."
As the three drank and chatted merrily, Blue shivered in the cold. Light snow was beginning to fall around him. He returned to the nearby inn where he had already rented a room and trotted inside where it was warm. Removing a pen and notebook from his saddlebag, he scribbled notes about what he had found out. The pages were full of information he had been collecting since he first came to Fœnum.
Princess Celestia herself had sent him there on a mission to gather information about a potentially dangerous unicorn named Oleander. The unicorns of Fœnum were not like those of Equestria, having longer and more slender horns. Their hooves were also oddly cloven, meaning they were likely not directly related to ponies. And while they could perform certain feats of magic, it was not all innate and channeled through their horns like a pony's, but often more ritualistic in nature. Oleander was different, however. She was somehow powerful, able to do things others of her kind could not. She was also distinctly darker than them, as if she had embraced some kind of forbidden power that changed her. Rumors said her source of power was a mysterious black grimoire that she carried with her. Either way, she had some kind of connection to otherworldly powers, which was where Blue came in.
He was an investigator of the paranormal. A skeptic with a keen eye for detail and an affinity for the more perilous and exotic kinds of supernatural phenomena. His cutie mark, a black flashlight, signified not only his love of investigating the unknown, but also shining a light on it, and bringing out the truth. He intended to do just that with Oleander.
As it turns out, being an outcast makes one difficult to track down. Oleander didn't exactly have a street address, after all. His tireless search paid off, however, when he heard this Velvet had multiple run-ins with the dangerous unicorn. This brought him to the frozen north end of Fœnum, where the beautiful city of Rein lay nestled at the foot of icy mountains, next to an ocean inlet. The enormous wooden ships Blue had seen moored at the docks, some lined with decorative shields with tall masts and large red sails, were impressive. They were intimidating, seemingly ready for war, but as far as he knew, peace presently reigned here.
If he could find Velvet, he was sure tracking down Oleander would not be an issue. In the back of his mind, he knew that if those two had met on unfavorable terms and both survived, Velvet could be just as dangerous as the unicorn herself if he wasn't careful. He was certainly no fighter. He would have to hope that having a mutual enemy would be enough to convince her to help him.
First thing was first, though. He needed to talk to Vicks and find out where Velvet lived. He had considered waiting outside to follow Vicks home, but with how civilized and similar to Equestrian cities Rein seemed, he figured finding his address would be trivial.
Closing his notebook, Blue yawned. He put it into his saddlebag and crawled into the large comfy bed where he slept quite soundly.
Blue spent the morning tracking down Vicks. As expected, it wasn't hard. The city had a pretty comprehensive mailing system, which made it even more surprising that Velvet herself was not easier to find. It was no matter, though, as he was used to this kind of work.
His efforts brought him to a row of buildings with no space between them, differentiated only by their various colors. He located number four and, finding a large, ornate metal knocker on the wooden door, used it to knock loudly three times. He thought he heard an annoyed and pained groan from inside, but waited patiently for the reindeer to answer.
When Vicks opened the door, eyes squinting in the harsh light of day, he looked at Blue with confusion and a tilt of his head. "What're you?" he asked.
"Name's Blue, paranormal detective," Blue said automatically, before realizing just how Vicks had phrased his question. "I'm a pony. From Equestria."
The reindeer looked disgusted. "Pony? Equestria? Eugh..."
"Look. I'm just looking for Velvet, and I heard you know where she is. I'm here on orders from Princess Celestia herself to track down a dangerous unicorn, and I think Velvet knows where she is," Blue said.
Vicks' eyes widened a bit despite his likely hangover. "Oleander? Ah, hell..." he trailed off, then took a lengthy pause before continuing. "Okay, I'll tell you where to find Velvet. If there's one thing she talks about as much as herself, it's that damn unicorn Oleander. She might just hate her as much as she loves herself. I think she'll want to meet you. Anyway, she said she'd kill me if I ever told anyone where she lives, so you didn't hear it from me, got it?"
Blue nodded. "Of course," he said.
Vicks gave him directions that, unsurprisingly, started with leaving town. Velvet was apparently living in the ice caves of a nearby mountain. Blue thanked him and set out immediately, collecting his things from the inn and checking out.
The trek to the mountain was difficult, but luckily, the snow was not deep. Following a small branch off of the main road out of town, it was only about an hour before he found a landmark Vicks had mentioned. A large boulder leaned against what looked like a sheer wall of ice and rock. Any passerby would see nothing out of the ordinary, but this part of the directions was very clear; the wall would be illusory. Blue raised a hoof and poked at the icy wall. Even though he had been told about it, seeing the end of his hoof disappear into it still surprised him. Eyes wide in wonder, he slowly stepped forward into the hidden entrance.
What he saw inside made him audibly gasp. The cave was short but wide, stretching back and curving out of sight. Along both sides, doors were built into the walls, presumably leading to hollowed out rooms with purposes Blue could only guess at. Strings of small white lights were strung across the top of each wall, and also ran down the middle of the ceiling, lighting the cave with a cheerful warm glow. Small evergreen trees were planted along the center as well, spaced evenly, forming a neat row. Small colorful decorations hung from the branches, from round glass baubles to dainty little figurines. Several ice sprites floated about, taking no notice of the pony, or just not caring. They seemed to be performing general maintenance, picking up fallen pine needles or straightening ornaments.
Just as Blue took a small step forward, he heard something behind him that froze the blood in his veins.
"And just vhat do ve have here, hmm?" came a singsong feminine voice with what sounded like a strong Scandineighvian accent. She did not sound pleased, and Blue froze, afraid to even move. "A little... intruder? No, no, no. Zat von't do, von't do at all."
"A-are you V-V-Velvet?" Blue asked, suddenly shivering as the cold and fear worked together to overwhelm his self-control.
"Mm. It's usually good to meet a fan. Under better circumstances, I might have let you kiss my hoof," she said, stepping daintily in front of him. The reindeer he saw had a light brown coat on her back and sides. A beige coloration started from the underside of her tail and ran under her, covering her underbelly and chest. Her chest itself had an enormous puff of soft fluff covering it; all the reindeer had them, but hers was just... glorious. Her antlers were a beautiful sparkly teal, glittering in the gentle light. Her tiny cloven hooves were a matching teal, fragile little things that seemed to belie her power. "Unfortunately, you've come to ze wrong place, and I can't let you leave here alive."
An icicle, sharp as a spear tip, rose from the ground in front of him menacingly, pointed just below his face at either his throat or heart, he couldn't tell. "Wait!" he said, panicked. He had to get on her good side, and quick. "I'm here to help you find Oleander!"
Velvet's confident smug attitude fell away immediately, and her face twisted into an enraged sneer. "Vhat did you just say?" she hissed angrily. Blue felt as if his next words would either save his life or end it, so he chose them carefully.
"I-I was sent here to track her down. I want to help you find her and keep her in check," he said, hoping she would buy his mostly true excuse.
Velvet narrowed her icy blue eyes, as she presumably considered thrusting the icicle into him. Her anger seemed to deepen as the silence stretched on, making Blue expect a horribly sharp pain any second. Then, suddenly, the frozen shard slid neatly back into the ground and Velvet was again wearing her smug smile as if she hadn't even been angry in the first place.
"Very vell," she said. "Come vis me. And tell me everysing you know about... her."
Blue walked beside her, keeping a careful distance, as she did not seem the type to take kindly to being bumped into. He told her everything he knew about Oleander, which was worryingly little. She simply nodded, however, seemingly not deeming him useless to her. He feared the consequences of being in her way rather than useful to her. Once he finished, she said nothing while she mentally chewed on the (hopefully new) information. They passed many more of the ice sprites during their walk, and he wondered just how many she had there. When she did finally speak, it was to change the subject.
"You know, I vould ask how you found me, but I sink I already know," she said with a shake of her head. "It vas zat damn delivery buck, vasn't it?"
Blue felt bad about betraying Vicks, but keeping his life was more important than keeping his word. He nodded. "Vicks wasn't going to say anything at first. He only told me because I mentioned Oleander. He thought you'd want to meet me," he said, hoping she'd go easy on the poor stag.
"I suppose I von't kill him, zen. Yet," she said deviously. Blue assumed it was a joke. Hoped it was, anyway.
After a lengthy trot, the two were in a deep blue cavernous room, hollowed out from pure glacial ice. The ceiling bristled with stalactites, more of the strings of lights adorning them. In the center of the room was a fancy four poster bed with a large flat downward-facing mirror mounted to the four posts. A very thin white veil hung around the edge, doing almost nothing to obstruct the view inside. A thick comforter covered the bed, colored a lovely cerulean that matched the room's glacial walls, with lighter cyan pillows propped against the headboard.
Velvet walked right up to her bed and, with a small wave of a hoof, flicked aside the veil with a small telekinetic spell. She turned around and sat on the bed in an odd manner, her rump on the bed with her body upright and rear legs on the floor. She leaned back slightly and propped her upper body up with her forelegs behind her. It was a manner of sitting he had seen bipedal creatures do, but rarely ponies or other four legged creatures.
"Okay," she said, "you may kiss my hoof now."
Blue just stared, processing what she said. "W-what?" he said, confused.
"Vhat? Did you sink I vas joking earlier? Kiss my hoof," she said. It was difficult to tell for sure, but he sensed that the patience she was showing was fragile at best. He did not want to test that idea.
"O-okay," he said and approached the bed. As he started moving closer to try to reach the hooves planted on the bed, a U-shaped icicle appeared in front of him and hooked his neck, preventing him from moving forward. To relieve pressure and keep from choking on it, he had to take a step backward. Velvet giggled, entertained by his mistake.
"No, not zose vons. Zese vons," she said, lightly wriggling her rear legs.
"O-of course, Velvet. My apologies," Blue said. A seed of worry planted itself inside him, as he felt uncertain about whether any mistake might cost him his life. She had seemed all too willing to do away with him minutes ago. He decided it would be in his best interest to play along and hope she was in a good mood.
"Mistress Velvet," she corrected, pressing threateningly on the ice still hooked around his throat.
"Yes, Mistress Velvet," he said obediently. This was not the turn he had expected this to take, but he was far too deep into it to go back now. The icy collar disappeared, implicit permission for him to try again. He stepped forward then lay down on his belly, the cold ice below him feeling uncomfortable against his sensitive underside. With a small scoot forward, his muzzle was directly in front of the dainty teal hooves of the terrifyingly powerful and short-tempered doe. He leaned forward and kissed one, then the other. The kisses were tender, but applied enough force to be felt, and lingered long enough to show her proper respect.
"Mmm, good," she said, sounding pleased. "But I sink I may have chipped von of zem today. Be a dear and inspect zem a little more closely, vould you?"
Blue knew it wasn't a request. "Yes, Mistress Velvet," he said, bringing his hoof up to lift hers ever so carefully. He looked at them closely, seeing no flaws whatsoever on them, which surprised him. How did she keep them looking so perfect? He inspected the underside of them, tiny tufts of fluff peeking between the small clefts, but not even the slightest dent, even where she walked on them. "They are perfect, Mistress Velvet."
"Mm, yes, I know, but... sometimes ze chip is so small zat you can't see it. You might have to... feel around for it!" she said and suddenly thrust one hoof into his mouth. Blue's heart skipped a beat, but he resisted the urge to pull away or otherwise do something that might offend her. After a tense moment of letting the situation sink in, he pressed his tongue against the small hoof. Just as his visual inspection had concluded, it was perfectly smooth as he ran his slick, sensitive muscle over the ice cold hoof. He explored it, realizing he was very much enjoying it as his stallionhood peeked from his sheath, only to meet the frozen floor. He moaned softly as his tongue pressed into the cleft, feeling nothing but absolute perfection. Hoping he had done what she wanted, he pulled off of her hoof and looked up, realizing he was panting from excitement. Velvet was smiling down at him, and a quick little hungry lick of her lips betrayed her own enjoyment.
"No chips, Mistress Velvet," he said. She nodded as he continued to her other hoof. This time, he took it into his mouth at his own pace, starting with a light kiss of it. She made a soft noise of appreciation, spurring him to continue. The small hoof went into his mouth as he repeated the treatment he had given the other one, running his tongue over her divine and impossibly well-kept ungulae. His member became fully hard beneath him, despite the direct contact with the frigid surface, as he again explored the cleft between her two toes. Then he pulled off of her wet hoof, feeling drunk with desire for her. "Mmh, no chips here either, Mistress Velvet." He suspected she knew they weren't chipped, and simply wanted him to do what he had just done.
"Very good. But look at vhat you made me do," she said with an exaggerated pout, spreading her legs to reveal her wet sex, dribbling onto the bed. "Come here and clean me up."
Blue's heart pounded in his chest with anticipation. He was filled with the desire to please this deer. She radiated confidence and for some reason, the urge to submit to her demands filled his thoughts. His fear of disappointing her was beginning to extend beyond concerns for his own safety. Her approval felt more and more like something he deeply needed.
He nodded in affirmation and stepped forward, almost in a trance. He felt in control of his own faculties, so he didn't think she had hypnotized him in any way. Still, the moment felt surreal, as if his legs moved on their own. As he reached her, she placed a hoof on the back of his head and slowly but firmly pressed him toward her needy nethers. He kissed the fluffy fuzz just above her puffy lips then moved down and kissed them as well, eliciting another approving sound from her. This time, that little moanlike sound made his heart flutter happily. Eager to earn more of those, he pressed in and gave her a long, feathery lick, from her perineum to her clitoris.
"Mmm, very good," she said. He licked again, and again. His tongue ran up along one lip, then down the other, then thrust between them, parting her folds to taste her more intimately. She moaned and twitched, unable to completely keep her own composure. Emboldened, Blue flicked his wide and flat pony tongue in and out of her depths, feeling more confident with every pleased sound he heard from her. As he pressed his muzzle against her and pushed his tongue as deep into her as he could, he ran it along the upper ridges of her tunnel. He felt her walls convulse as she cried out lewdly, suddenly leaking a small splash of doecum onto his tongue and into his mouth. He swallowed it eagerly and her hoof left the back of his head then instead pressed just above his eyes. He stopped himself from protesting as he was pushed away from her perfect pussy.
"Mmm, zat vas good. I sink you've earned a revard," she said. She patted the bed with a hoof. "Up here, pet."
Blue reacted instantly, hopping up onto the comfortable bed. He had a dopey smile that he just couldn't get rid of.
"Now, lay on your back," she said. He complied, his dark blue erection now in full view. A small hint of shyness tugged at the back of his lustful mind, but was not enough to stop him from letting his legs fall apart. He was staring at her intently, waiting to see what she planned to do. She climbed onto the bed, head between his legs, and inspected his cock closely. "Mm, never seen von like zis before." She gave it an exploratory lick, causing Blue to gasp and twitch. She hooked her fetlock around his shaft and smiled an unsettlingly predatory smile. She shuffled closer as he panted in overwhelming anticipation of what she planned. Her chest fluff touched his stallionhood, one of the softest things he had ever felt. She scooted forward more, pressing against him with it, and he watched his member sink pleasantly into the cloudlike fuzz. He moaned aloud at the feel of it.
"Mm, yes, everyvon loves ze floof. It is ze best, no?" she said teasingly, pressing further still. She moved her chest up and down slowly, letting the wispy hair massage his cock. He trembled in pleasure as he already felt himself approaching an orgasm, pent up as he was. "Oh, and you better not cum on it. If you ruin my floof, I vill kill you." Her words came casually, almost careless despite the serious-sounding threat. His heart sank to the pit of his stomach in terror and he forced his orgasm down.
The fluffy assault on his erection continued, however. He tried to lessen the pleasure by looking up, only to remember just above him there was a giant mirror. He choked on a gasp of surprise that threatened to become a moan, as the new perspective only aroused him further. He could see his own cheeks burning brightly in his reflection, and Velvet's subtle motions over his lower body.
"V-Velvet," he said desperately, "I can't... nnh, can't keep it in!"
"Vell, if you do cum, and ruin my perfect floof, zere vill be hell to pay. So you'd better try harder," she said, picking up her pace.
Blue whimpered in mixed pleasure and terror as his orgasm crept ever closer. He was already leaking pre on her floof, which she didn't seem to mind as she focused on moving her upper body against him, as if trying to milk him.
"N-no! Velvet... mmnh... s-stop, I really can't! C-can't hold it in. G-gonna cum if you keep... mmf," he struggled, fought to keep her pristine fluff from being ruined. For some reason, she only moved faster.
"I'm varning you, keep it in or ve vill have problems," she said with a growl, panting a bit, but somehow looking like she was enjoying it. In desperation, he reached a hoof forward to try to press her back, but she smacked it away expertly. "No touchy!"
There was a distinct fluttery sensation deep in his belly as the point of no return came. He wanted to cry out in distress yet moan in pleasure as his orgasm boiled up inside him, impossible to stop. "V-Velvet! I can't..." was all he managed when the first spurt erupted from his twitching member. It splashed against her floof, matting it, yet her smug smile never went away. She even continued pumping his cock as several more spurts painted her beige fluff white, soaking deep into it. His lust-addled mind couldn't be sure, but he thought her smile actually widened a bit.
Once his cumming slowed to a trickle, he was left panting and on the verge of panic. Velvet's voice made him jump, worried about what she was going to say.
"Oh, vould you look at zat. Vhat a shame. Now I'm going to have to punish you," she said with a wicked grin.
"P-p-punish?" he said with a worried frown.
"But of course. You ruined my perfect floof. And all after I distinctly told you not to," she said. "But, ze punishment can come later. For now..." She angled her head down and blew, magical icy frost coming from her mouth. The breeze wafted through her chest-fluff and the sticky pony semen seemed to just freeze and fall away in hard pieces, as if it was no longer sticking to her hair. After several seconds, it was as pristine as ever. She quickly clopped her two forehooves together and an ice sprite floated into the room, stopping next to her. It picked up the little frozen bits of his seed from the bed and flew off with them, probably to dispose of them. Blue's mouth opened and closed as if he had something to say, but no words came out.
"Vhat? You didn't sink it vas permanently ruined, did you?" she said with a smirk.
Blue sighed and shook his head. "So, then, there won't be punishment, right?" he asked.
"Oh, zere absolutely vill be. Ve vill see vhat it vill be later. Now, tell me more about vhat you plan to do about zat insufferable unicorn. Oleander," she said finishing with a hateful sneer.
"W-well, I'm just here to gather information about her. I don't plan to actually, uh... do anything, per se," he said with a wince. He hoped she wouldn't remember his earlier lie when he said he would keep her in check.
"You lied to me?!" Velvet said in more disbelief than anger.
"No! Or, kind of? If we deem her dangerous, the royal court will send powerful magicians, or maybe the princesses themselves, to deal with her. So, I won't be doing anything myself other than finding her and reporting back," he said. She listened and nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer.
"I met her several times, you know. Ve fought, her and I. I... don't like to admit zis, but she is very powerful. Not powerful enough to defeat me, of course! But enough to get avay vhen I go after her. It's not zat I need ze help, eizher. But if somevon else vere to defeat her, I vouldn't exactly object," Velvet said. She had shifted to lie on her back, and was looking in the mirror. Blue lay on his back as well, looking at the two of them together on the bed. "She said some unforgivable sings about me. She vill pay, von vay or anozher. So, because of zis, I vill tell you vhat I know about her. You may go look for her or tell your princesses, I don't care. But don't tell anyvon about zis cave, got it?"
Blue nodded. "Right."
"Anysing else is fine. And I do mean anysing," she said, licking her lips and winking. "But ze last sing I need is constant visitors disrupting my beauty sleep. Anyvay, about Oleander. You might vant to write zis down." Before Blue could protest and say he didn't have a pen, Velvet again clopped her hooves together twice, and immediately an ice sprite flew in holding a pen and notepad for him.
"Oh, uh, thanks," he told the ice sprite. With a small nod, it left again.
Velvet filled him in on details she knew about Oleander, often accompanied by angry growls and foalish insults. Blue wrote everything down as she talked, gaining many new tidbits of information. He gained several new leads, and had a much better idea of how her book worked. Apparently some kind of demon lived inside it, named Fred. He did his best to hide his excitement, secretly wishing he could meet this demon, preferably on good terms, unlikely as it seemed. He also learned of several other important leads, others who had fought Oleander on equal terms. Velvet didn't seem to like any of them either, but her deepest hatred still seemed reserved for the unicorn. By the time she finished telling him what she knew, he felt ready to go out and follow up on these leads.
A comfortable silence fell between the two. Blue scribbled some more notes and future plans, while Velvet seemingly fidgeted about, but not in a nervous manner. She kept moving her head and body about as if trying to see them from new angles. He ignored her, just letting her do her own thing, until he heard a quiet moan. Lowering the notepad, he was surprised to see her foreleg buried between her hind legs, hoof rubbing at her clit in little circles. His eyes widened at the casual lewd display, and his cock responded as well, stiffening at what he was witnessing.
"Are you... masturbating?" he asked
"But of course," she said simply, not slowing down.
"Am I really that sexy?" he asked, only mostly joking.
"Vhat? Eugh, no. I'm looking at myself. Pure perfection, am I not?" she said, breathing faster, eyes watching her reflection intently. She writhed and twitched, moaning as she orgasmed.
"Um... yeah. You are," Blue said, unable to look away from the beautiful deer.
She rolled her eyes as if he had just stated that the sky is blue, then smirked when she looked over at him. "Seems your friend zere sinks so too," she said, poking his stiff member with a hoof. He blushed and looked away, biting his lower lip.
"Well... I mean..." he said lamely, not really going anywhere with it.
"Oh, shut up and stay zere," she said and suddenly rolled over, ending up on top of him. He let out a small eep of surprise, but did not protest. Her very warm and wet pussy pressing against his shaft was a rather good reason to just let her do her thing. "You vant to experience perfection? Mm, yes, I can see it in your eyes."
Despite her answering her own question, he nodded anyway, whimpering excitedly at what was obviously coming next. She ground her wet lips against his shaft and slid up and past it, then aligned it with her steaming entrance. She slowly pressed back onto it, moaning approvingly as she felt him enter her, then pressed down swiftly, hilting him inside her. He writhed and groaned, feeling her lovely slick ridged walls clinging to his member.
"Zis is... ze first time I have had von like zis," she panted, smiling as she let herself adjust to the odd shape of pony cock. Blue said nothing below her, simply lost in her velvety folds. She slowly slid up, expertly keeping only his tip inside her, then slid back down, impaling herself on his rigid staff. It twitched and throbbed inside her as Blue's mind clouded with lust. She did it again, pulling herself nearly off, then slipping him back in. She seemed to be testing the feel of him inside her as she gradually picked up speed; it was an exotic shape she hadn't felt before. She was incredibly good at pulling back without letting him slip out, displaying impressive agility. Her slick walls felt amazing to Blue, and had he not cum recently, he would have already been pushed over by now.
Velvet panted and moaned, losing herself to her own pleasure as she rode him, the intimidating and dominating doe forgotten temporarily, replaced by a simple pleasure-drunk deer enjoying being filled. Blue noticed that she was even blushing a bit as she rode his unique cock.
The horny doe's rippling depths eventually became too much for Blue to handle, and he approached his second orgasm of the day. "Mnh, gonna cum," he informed her.
"Yessss, inside me," she cried, picking up her pace. Her slick tunnel convulsed as she came, massaging the hard member filling her. As he neared his climax, his tip flared wide inside her, a sensation that pushed her even further, conscious thought lost to her as she could only twitch and writhe through her powerful orgasm.
Blue moaned aloud as he peaked, pressing up into her, burying his shaft deep inside her where it tickled her cervine cervix, twitching against the barrier. He came hard, spurting a warm jet of cum where some shot directly into her womb. The rest spilled against her clutching walls, painting them, sticking to them. More gushes followed, planting more of his seed deep inside her, with some leaking around his flared tip and out of their lewd union to trickle over his balls.
Both panted, staying together for a few long moments, until Velvet pulled off of him, leaking his seed and her own arousal onto the bed. She didn't seem to mind. Blue assumed the sprites just cleaned everything daily anyway. She collapsed back onto the spot she had occupied before, eyes half lidded in satisfaction.
After a few moments, as Blue was still enjoying his afterglow, he heard Velvet huff. "Something wrong?" he asked.
"You're so lucky," she said, pouting.
"Huh? Why?"
"Because... you got to sleep vis me," she said.
He giggled, earning an annoyed glare from her. That stopped his giggle. Apparently she wasn't joking. "Ah, well, yeah... it was pretty good," he said in an effort to cheer her up.
"You don't need to rub it in," she said. Well, so much for that.
"Well... Anyway... I should probably get out of your mane- er... floof? That is, I think I'll go ahead and go start checking out these leads you gave m-"
"No."
"Um..." he said, unsure how to respond.
"You vill stay ze night here. Varm my bed tonight and I vill forgive you for trespassing. You may leave in ze morning," she said.
"S-sure, I can do that." He was certainly looking forward to more lewd acts with her. He was also happy to note that she had become a little less domineering. Not that he really minded it when she was. It was more that she seemed to have forgotten about the punishment.
"After all, zere is still your punishment ve must deal vis."
Well... buck.