Say Meow
Sunset and Aria's Pet Playdate
By Dewdrops on the Grass
Aria’s heartbeat quickened as she raised her hand to knock. Her breaths accelerated, her stomach twisting as she glanced about for anyone watching. But at eleven at night, on the dimly lit city street in downtown Canterlot, no one was there to witness her. She took her other hand, the one holding the bag of goodies, and used it to smooth her hair, adjusting a few that had fallen out of place. “I can do this,” she said to herself. “It’s not the first time I’ve been here.”
But it would be the first time like... like this. With all her desires laid bare, no room left for doubt as to how she wanted – nay, needed to be treated.
Trepidation froze her hand, an urge to flee rising in her hindbrain. Yet even as she felt it appear, her nose wrinkled in disgust. “What’s wrong with me?” she hissed. “I am a siren, not a sniveling little human.”
Besides, Adagio was coming by in the morning to check on her. Just to make sure that she didn’t abuse the power Aria was about to hand to her.
So using her raised hand, she knocked thrice. The door swiftly opened, revealing a sight that caused Aria’s heart to skip a beat.
Just inside, lit by the cheery, bright lightning of the brownstone apartment, stood Sunset Shimmer. She’d eschewed her usual leather jacket, jeans, and slip in favor of a red leather corset and a black oversized ruffled skirt that commanded attention. She’d tied her hair up in a Prench roll, and in one hand she carried a black leather riding crop. A cocky, smug smirk decorated her face as she openly looked Aria up and down.
“Ah, there you are, my pet,” she said with a low chuckle. She gestured behind her with her crop. “Get in.”
Aria, swift to obey, rushed inside, and halted next to the stairs leading up to Sunset’s bedroom.
Sunset shut the door, locked it, then pivoted on her red leather flats, her smirk still in place. “Mm, it’s good to see you,” she said, the husky quality of her voice sending tingles all up and down Aria’s spine. She eyed Aria for a moment, one corner of her mouth twitching downward. Then she thrust the crop forward to poke Aria in the belly. “Stand up straight. Push your chest out.”
Aria did as commanded, pulling back her arms behind her so her breasts rose more prominently through her sheer shirt. She’d worn a mere slip of a white dress, short enough it threatened to expose her crotch every time she walked, while her equally white lacy bra and plain, unadorned panties underneath left little to the imagination. It was shockingly revealing, entirely unlike her usual preference for jackets, jeans, and plenty of belts. But this was what Sunset wanted, so this was how Aria dressed tonight. She’d even tied her hair differently, in one single ponytail rather than the twin ones she favored.
Sunset traced the crop up along Aria’s belly and circled around her breasts, nodding. “Better… you’re so perky. I can see your nipples through the slip… it’s...er, it’s…”
Sunset blew out a sigh, her posture slumping from the cool, cocky confidence to the friendlier, warmer Sunset Aria was familiar with. “Hey, so, I know you said you wanted to dive right in, but… I just want to make sure this is all okay. I know we went to that BDSM club together, but I only ever watched… I never actually did anything.”
Aria found a trace of her own snide coldness coming to light. “Yes, Sunset. I’m sure. You’re doing a good job. So far.”
A relieved smile came to Sunset’s face. “Phew. Uh, not that I was worried, haha!” She scratched at the back of her head as her face stretched into a sheepish smile. “You, you do remember the safe words we agreed to, right?”
“Yes, Sunset!” Aria retorted, trying not to growl at her. “Yes. I remember.”
“Good. Okay. Good.” Sunset bit her lip and looked away for a moment, her hesitation irritating Aria to no end. “I, uh, well, let’s…”
Aria dropped her arms to her sides, her eyes flashing with ire. “For fuck’s sake, Sunset, would you stop acting like a scared little brat and get on with it?”
Sunset winced at those words, but only momentarily. Then her head raised, her eyes locked onto Aria, and she slapped Aria across the face. “I’m sorry, what was that, pet?” she said, a threatening smile spreading on her face. “Because I thought I heard you talking back to me just now.”
Aria grunted, the stinging bite of the pain working its way across her skin filling her with satisfaction. She bowed her head at once. “Nothing, mistress.”
Sunset grabbed her forcibly by the arm and pulled her forward just enough to swat Aria on the bottom with her other hand once. “Good.” Releasing her, Sunset took the bag from Aria’s hand and opened up, smiling at the contents. “Perfect. You brought everything we needed. Just like a good pet. Now, I’ll need to prepare a couple of things here.” She pointed a finger at the floor.
“Down.”
Aria obliged, dropping to her hands and knees. Thanks to her sheer slip, her breasts threatened to spill out the front, her nipples brushing against the material in a way that brought a hitch to her breath.
Sunset bent down, snatched a handful of Aria’s hair, and pulled her up enough to give her a quick kiss. Then she let her loose and ruffled Aria’s head. “Good pet. Wait here. I’ll be right back.” She rushed off to the bathroom.
While Aria had a moment, she took in the place, noting a few changed details. While still just as cheerily lit as always, complete with her favorite string of fairy lights on the banister, Sunset had taken the opportunity to dress the place up a bit. She’d brought out a leather couch she usually kept in storage and placed it next to her normal couch, which had a few towels laid over it. In place of the coffee table, there was a carved wooden bench with a white towel for comfort, large enough for Aria to lay upon, with a few bolted pieces of metal attached, enough to allow for every one of her limbs to be strapped down. A few bundles of coiled rope laid nearby, along with a set of emergency cutting shears and a first aid kit. There was also a power strip, plugged into an extension cord into the wall, ready for whatever electricity hungry goodies Aria brought with her.
Just thinking about it brought fresh tingles of excitement surging through her body.
As she sat back on her haunches, still waiting patiently for Sunset to prepare, she thought back to where this all started.
She’d never meant to fall in love, least of all with a pony-turned human. She remembered the first time she cast her eyes upon Sunset Shimmer, given the duty of escorting her and her sisters around Canterlot High. Of course, Adagio struck her usual “I’m so fucking evil!” posture right off the bat, eliciting Sunset’s suspicions, but like her sisters Aria didn’t care. It’s not like Sunset, or anyone else at this stupid school stood a chance against them.
The Spectral Alicorn at the Battle of the Bands proved how wrong she was about that.
Afterwards, when she and her sisters fled, she spent weeks cursing Sunset Shimmers’ name. Oh, she hated all of them. Especially Rainbow Dash, with that smug, cocksure attitude that made Aria want to slap her silly and beat her into the ground. They’d taken away her magic, her livelihood.
But as they always did, the Dazzlings survived. They found a new way to press on and make money, enough to keep a van running and a three bedroom townhouse in a low-income complex part of Canterlot. Far and away from any influence by those insipid Rainbooms. At least until they saw Sunset again, at the Starswirled Music Festival, yammering on nonsense about the days repeating themselves, about how the lyrics in their latest auto-tuned vocal-processed to hell song proved they were the ones messing with time.
All Aria remembered saying was a brief quip about calling dibs on Equestrian magic, but she didn’t believe Sunset’s words for a moment, and laughed when Adagio called Sunset out on the way she acted towards Pinkie.
She next saw Sunset two years later, fresh into Sunset’s second year at college. Like her fellow Rainbooms, Sunset attended Canterlot University, where Aria and the other Dazzlings put on a show one night. They’d come much further with their vocal processing techniques, to the point of eliminating any possible evidence of it in their music to all but the most dedicated audiophiles.
Despite the initial flashes of anger passing between both the Rainbooms in the audience and the Dazzlings up on stage, Aria and her sisters pushed past it like professionals to perform their production. Soon enough the Rainbooms relaxed and enjoyed the music, dancing along to the sensual beats and allowing the rising and falling notes to fill them with delight and appreciation.
It wasn’t magic, but it was close. And it was… nice. Especially at the end, as the whole crowd applauded, cheered, and begged for an encore. Of course they politely refused, but nevertheless Aria and her sisters left that stage much happier than they had been when they set foot on it. They’d finally found their footing again, if this performance was anything to go by.
At least until the Rainbooms cornered them backstage, Sunset leading the pack like always. A staredown ensued, with the Dazzlings prepared to fight back with whatever little meager magic they had left to conjure against the Rainboom’s powers.
And then Sunset waved her friends back, stepped forward, and put out a hand. “Hey. You girls did pretty great tonight. I’d love the chance to play some music with you sometime, if you want.”
Of course this upset Sunset’s friends. Rainbow Dash barked protests, Applejack cast uncertain glances their way while holding Rainbow back by the arm, while Fluttershy shrank inward, mewling in fear. Twilight Sparkle stared in confusion, since she hadn’t witnessed the original battle. Rarity seemed intrigued, and said as much, stepping forward to join Sunset. “After all, we did perform that music video with the Shadowbolts, did we not?”
“Yeah!” Pinkie Pie cheered, bouncing forward to join Rarity. “I’d love to play the drums for the Dazzlings. You heard the way they used their voices. They don’t seem evil anymore to me!”
Despite that, the other four weren’t swayed, leaving Sunset, Rarity, and Pinkie alone to try and set up a time to play music together. Had it been up to Aria, she’d have refused and spat in Sunset’s face, but Adagio chose to accept, shaking Sunset’s hand. “Fine. Better you than some of those humans we have to deal with.”
They met a few times over the next few weeks, practicing in the music studio on the university campus. Sunset’s guitar and Pinkie’s drums melded perfectly with the Dazzlings’ harmonizing voices. Rarity’s keytar, not quite as much at first, but they found a way to meld it in, eventually.
By the third play session, Aria found herself gazing, more than once, at Sunset’s hands as they danced about the guitar strings. The surety, the confidence, the ease by which she played her guitar like a classic rocker intrigued Aria, in more ways than one. And Sunset… was actually pretty funny. She had a confidence about her, like Adagio, but with a softer edge, none of the sharp corners and blunt beatdowns that Adagio was so fond of.
By the fourth, Aria couldn’t stop staring. She’d moved on from Sunset’s hands, admiring her hair, the way the reds and yellows danced together, catching the light every time it streamed through the studio’s windows. She admired Sunset’s face, the contours of her cheeks, her nose, her beautiful aqua eyes. And of course, being a siren, Aria couldn’t help but admire some of Sunset’s other qualities, like the way her breasts bounced during her more exuberant play of the guitar, or the way she shook her butt as she sang along to the beat of whatever pop-rock-romantic song the Rainbooms brought out next. They had dozens of the things, Aria swore.
And by the fifth, Aria took Sunset aside, and asked her out on a dinner date. Sunset, taken aback, didn’t seem to know how to react at first. She begged away for a few minutes and went to whisper in the corner with Rarity, whose eyes sparkled more and more by each passing second until she was pushing Sunset back towards Aria. “I… uh, how does Saturday at seven sound?”
Aria agreed, and this led to the first of many dates, both dinner and otherwise. Aria had softened since losing her gem. The longer she lived without it, the more she’d begun to realize that continuously consuming the negative emotions left an impact on her, leaving her cold-hearted, cruel, and vindictive. Without its constant influence, she’d grown more open and accepting. Oh she was still snarky, to the point of being mean. She still looked upon much of the world with the jaded boredom of a long-lived being far older than her appearance would suggest. But, she’d softened nevertheless.
And with each passing date with Sunset, Aria found herself further and further entranced by the Equestrian. It took only four dates for their first kiss. Six until the first time spent over at Sunset’s apartment, writhing in delight as Sunset put her tongue to good use. Happiness, real happiness filled Aria’s heart as she and Sunset spent hours talking about music or going on walks or watching movies or any number of other fun things.
Maybe six months into dating Sunset, Aria said she loved Sunset for the first time. It didn’t take long for Sunset to respond in kind. Sunset listened to Aria. She cared. She heard out everything Aria had to say, without the snide judgement of Adagio or the feckless idiocy of Sonata. Aria trusted Sunset, and that wasn’t something she’d say about anyone else.
So eventually, she managed to explain a few of her fantasies. How she’d spent so long on top of the world, dominating it in one way or another, being able to let go, to relax, to let someone else take control for once. She wanted to be… not used, but made to obey, to submit. To be a pet, or a plaything. She wanted to give Sunset power over her, and let Sunset take the reins.
Sunset, of course, took this all seriously, and performed plenty of research before she did anything to get into this. Though she’d never considered BDSM before, a few of her friends practiced it. Rarity took Sunset to a few meetings at a local club, allowing Sunset to witness many things first hand. Sunset liked what she saw, or so she told Aria. Then she agreed.
They worked out what each of them was okay with, and what they weren’t. They’d had sex before, but this would be more than simple touching and fingering and licking. They needed to take this slowly and carefully, so no one would get hurt.
Last thing Aria wanted was to lose the first love she’d ever found.
Eventually they settled upon a plan. Upon the safe words, the scene they’d go with, and a date and time. Aria hoped it would be just the first in a series of many such experiences to come.
“I’m back,” Sunset said, drawing Aria’s attention back to the present. Aria curled up her hands and leaned forward on them, resting like a dog or a cat would. She watched as Sunset approached, carrying a few things.
First, a leather collar, which she affixed around Aria’s neck, complete with a dangling nameplate engraved with Aria’s name. Then Sunset attached a leash to the ring on the collar, laying that down for the moment. Next came a headband with a pair of furred feline ears, one Sunset had poured just a little bit of magic into, enough to keep it in place regardless of any vigorous motions.
And then she brought up the real toy that caused Aria to squirm. A long, bushy cat tail, ending in a plug designed to go only one place.
“Lean forward,” Sunset ordered, pointing at the floor. “Face down. Ass up.”
Aria murmured, “yes mistress,” then did as commanded. She trembled as Sunset’s hand pulled back the slip and ran her fingers along Aria’s rear. The warmth brought a shiver of pleasure as she touched it.
Then Sunset brought up the other object she’d brought with her, a pair of strong scissors. “Hope you won’t miss these,” she said with a low, menacing chuckle as she took the scissors to Aria’s underwear and with several quick, smooth strokes had them snipped in two, tearing them off Aria’s body, leaving her sex open to the air. She tossed the ruined pair away, far away, landing right in an open trash bin. “Mmm, I do like your ass, my pet,” Sunset said as she stroked a finger down the curve of Aria’s bare bottom.
Aria’s eyes involuntarily squeezed shut. “I-I’m glad you like it, mistress,” she mumbled.
Sunset shifted until she was entirely behind Aria, leaned down, her face dangerously close to burying itself in Aria’s snatch. “Whatever I do next, pet, don’t make a sound. Understood?” Once Aria nodded, Sunset reached out with a hand, running her finger around Aria’s outer labia, already slick and dripping with her arousal. “Well that didn’t take you long, did it?”
Aria started to speak, only to have her ass smacked hard with the back of Sunset’s hand. “I told you not to make a sound,” Sunset snarled, before smacking the other cheek just as hard. Aria, cringing, biting her lips to keep her cries of pain from escaping, managed to raise her head and nod a few times.
“Good. Keep it that way.” Sunset resumed her gentle caress of Aria’s outer folds, before wriggling a single finger just barely inside, coming away with a large droplet of moisture on it. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Wet. Exposed. What would your sisters say if they saw you like this?”
This time Aria didn’t fall for it, merely shaking her head. Sunset chuckled, a menacing, dangerous low laugh. “Very good. Now, I think we’ve wasted enough time. You need to have your tail put in. Better relax now.”
Aria tried her best to relax, watching Sunset out the corner of her eye, a small part of her gratefully sighing with relief as Sunset responsibly brought out the lube, rubbing a generous portion around Aria’s ass before using more to lubricate the inside. The cool, even cold sensation of the lube entering her caused Aria’s legs to buckle momentarily before she got used to it.
“Okay, looks like you’re ready for it. Here it comes.”
Aria let out a sigh as the plug of the tail slipped inside, easily passing through thanks to the lube. Pushed all the way into the flared base that would keep it in place, Aria took a moment to savor the sudden feeling of fullness that wouldn’t go away for the rest of the night. Then she wriggled her ass for good measure. “Oh, look at that. Wagging your tail already. And here I thought you were a cat, not a dog.”
Aria’s whole face bloomed as she looked away, strangely embarrassed now. The words “sorry mistress” begged to spill forth from her lips, but she kept them back.
Sunset stood up and came around to face Aria’s front, taking the leash in hand. “Well, now that you’re all good and ready, let’s walk you around a bit, shall we? You can make noise now, pet. But no words. A cat doesn’t speak, after all.”
Shows what you know, ran through Aria’s mind before she squashed the rebellious thought under her heel. Instead, her cheeks burning a florid red, she opened her mouth and murmured, “Mrow.”
Sunset snorted with laughter, almost losing her domineering composure before she wrestled it back into place. “That’s a good kitty. Now, come along.”
The small size of Sunset’s brownstone apartment proved a mild frustration as she led Aria in circles, up and down the stairs, down and around the floor. She walked slowly, giving Aria plenty of time to get used to walking on hands and knees. After a while however, she sped up, forcing Aria to move faster, and faster, until the constant shaking motion freed her breasts entirely from their lacy prison.
“Oh, look what we have here,” Sunset said, stopping at once when she saw Aria’s breasts swinging freely. She bent over enough to take one in hand, squeezing and pinching at the nipple, then lazily backhanded the other a few times, just hard enough to sting a bit. “Silly me. I forgot you were still wearing some clothes. That just won’t do. Get up, two legs, arms raised.”
Aria hopped up at once, raising her hands up in the air as if she was surrendering. Or waving for help. Sunset sauntered forward and wrapped an arm around Aria’s shoulder, bringing the other one up to circle on Aria’s belly. “You’re so beautiful,” Sunset said, complete sincerity in her voice. Shooting forward she stole a long, tongue-fueled kiss from Aria, while all Aria could do was writhe in pleasure from it.
Then Sunset stepped back, and momentarily took the leash off. Setting it down, she took both hands and with a quick deft movement lifted Aria’s slip up and off her, leaving her with just her breasts hanging out of her lacy bra. She tossed the slip aside, then deftly leaned in, unhooked the bra, and tossed that aside too. “Better. Much better. Much more like a pet should be. Naked. Nothing to hide.”
“Mmm...mrooow,” Aria mumbled, once more feeling the flush of embarrassment heat her face.
Sunset winked at her, then reattached the leash, and retrieved the riding crop for good measure. “Well, I think we’ve had enough of a walk. Why don’t we make things a bit more interesting, hmm?”
She tugged on the leash and led Aria over to the bench. “Lay down, flat on your stomach.”
Aria, quick to obey, did as ordered, finding the bench wasn’t as long as she first thought. Her breasts hung off the edge, forcing her to hold her head up. Sunset knelt down, taking up the first of the bundles of rope, and prepared to tie Aria’s arms down to the bench. But she paused. “Hey there,” she said, her smile shaking. “Everything good?”
“M...good, mrow,” Aria said at once. She felt touched, and a little relieved, that Sunset remembered the right word used to check in on her. It was a strange one, but they'd decided on it since she knew in advance that she wouldn't be allowed to talk normally, and it avoided disrupting the atmosphere of the scene.
Hopefully they wouldn't have to use the word that ended the scene… they'd only just gotten started.
Sunset smiled back. “Good. Now, hold still.” She took a few moments to tie down Aria’s arms, such that they were strapped to the sides of the bench. She then took an extra rope, wrapped it around the whole bench width-wise, and left it in place while she fetched another object from the bag of goodies, a harness. She affixed one end to Aria’s collar and the other to the rope, keeping Aria’s head pulled back just enough to give it more support, without doing any harm.
Then, bending them up at the knee so they were raised to give access to her feet, she carefully tied Aria’s legs to the bench as well, leaving her ass and vagina completely exposed. “There we are, my pet. Look at you. All tied up. Exposed. Ready for use. I’m tempted to just leave you here. Maybe go get a few others, let them look at you. Let them touch you.”
Aria shook her head as much as her bonds would allow, which wasn’t much, and added a frantic, “Mrrr!” to it.
Sunset laughed in her face, injecting some genuine malice into it. “Oh. You don’t want that? You don’t want me to leave? Okay. I’ll just call ‘em up instead. Let them all come over. I’m sure they’d have some ideas of what to do with you.”
“Mrrrr!” Aria whined, sparks of genuine fear in her. She wouldn’t… would she? Would she really do it?
Sunset beamed at her, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Aww, you sure? Okay. Okay. I guess that just means I get you all to myself then.”
“Mew,” Aria said, trying to convey a sense of appreciation.
“So, let’s see, hmm…” Sunset dug into the bag of goodies once more, and then brought out a pair of Wartenberg wheels, metallic pinwheels with handles. Although these were ostensibly part of an electrical play kit, Aria purchased them more for fun with sensations. They were sharp enough to poke without scratching up her skin, and she trembled with anticipation as the thought of them being used on her. Heat filled her lower body.
“Oh, I can smell that,” Sunset snickered as she stepped around Aria’s bound body and bent over to plant a few kisses along the small of Aria’s back. “I’d take a taste, but you haven’t earned that yet, pet. Not even close. We’ll see if you do after I have some fun with you.”
The twin wheels descended upon Aria’s back, causing her to grunt. Sunset weaved them up and down Aria’s spine, each bit prickling, like being poked by an array of needles all over the place. Then she moved them away, along Aria’s shoulders, down and around her collarbone. As the poking sensation continued to spread across her, Aria’s breath quickened, and she found herself panting, groaning every few seconds.
Then Sunset snapped the two together into one larger twinned piece, and spun it back down Aria’s shoulder into her side, causing the siren to snort from the sudden bit of tickling. “Oh. That makes you laugh, hmm? Let’s try this then.” Sunset instantly moved the wheels over to Aria’s left foot, grinding them into the instep.
“Hahaha!” Aria blurted, unable to resist laughing now. Giggles erupted from her throat as Sunset continued to play the wheel up and down, from instep to arch to heel and back again, faster and faster. “N-nonooo, stoooop!” she cried.
Sunset halted at once, letting out a wordless groan of irritation. “What did I say, pet? I said no. Words.”
Aria gasped, as much from the sudden cessation of sensation as from the burst of fear that ran up and down her spine. “M-m-m-meooow?” she tried, grinning up at her angered mistress.
Sunset scowled. “Oh no. That’s not gonna fly. Wait right here, pet.” She dug back into the bag of goodies, and Aria’s face paled when she saw Sunset bring out the black wooden paddle with holes cut out.
“Mrr! Mr! Mrr!” Aria protested, wishing like crazy she could use her real words. Inside, however, she quivered with desire. She wanted this. If she didn’t, she could end the scene right here with a single safe word. She knew that. She trusted Sunset not to take things too far.
“Nope. You’re not getting out of this,” Sunset vowed. She raised the paddle and then lowered it, slowly, hovering just above Aria’s ass. “Now, when I do this, pet, you're not allowed to scream. You will count each one and meow. Show me you understand.” She smacked Aria’s ass once, lightly.
“One, meow,” Aria answered straight away.
A small smile tugged at Sunset’s mouth. “Good. Here we go.”
She raised the paddle up and brought it down hard.
Aria repressed the squeal that tried to escape her throat, forcing out, “Two, meow!” instead.
Again, the paddle came down, harder than the last. “T-three, meow!”
Then Sunset struck the other butt cheek, the smack echoing in the apartment. Aria’s eyes squeezed shut as her breathing sped up rapidly, trying not to scream. “F-four, meow!”
Two more blows struck in rapid succession, so fast Aria writhed in her bonds, the ropes burning against her skin. “F-five, meow!”
“Keep up faster, pet!” Sunset barked as she smacked Aria twice more.
Aria blurted, “Six, meow! Seven, meow! E-eight, meow!”
On and on it went. Sunset pummeled Aria’s ass mercilessly, letting it turn a deep dark shade of red as tears flowed from Aria’s eyes, the effort of repressing her screams growing harder with every spoken number. Finally, at “twenty, m-meow!” Sunset stopped. She set the paddle down, and brought her hand over instead.
Aria groaned, hissing from the pain as Sunset’s hand rubbed her down gently, till the pain slowly began to fade. “That’s it. There you go, my pet. What a good girl. You took that like a champ.” Sunset leaned down, planted a kiss on both butt cheeks, then came around to look Aria in the eye. “I’m proud of you. You did good.”
Aria sniffled, wishing she could wipe away her tears, but she nodded. “G-good, mrrow,” she stammered after a moment.
Sunset let out a small sigh of relief before she stepped away, returning quickly with a cool washcloth. “Here, let me clean that up, since you can’t,” she said as she wiped down Aria’s face, washing away all the shed tears. “There. Better?”
Aria nodded, and edged forward, trying to nuzzle Sunset’s hand. Sunset giggled at that and obliged, running her thumb along Aria’s cheek, then stroking her head a few times. “Such a good girl you are.”
Flushing, a surge of happiness bloomed in Aria’s chest. She liked hearing that. It made her feel warm and tingly inside.
“Now, you were enjoying the tickling earlier, right?” Sunset said, her smile turning mischievous. “Why don’t we go back to that, but first…” She rummaged through the bag of goodies and brought out a large blindfold. “It’s not like you need to see while you’re tied up, right?”
Aria’s lips contorted into a pout, even though inside she squealed with delight. Tickling plus blindfold? She could hardly wait.
Not waiting for an answer, Sunset wrapped the blindfold around Aria’s face, cutting off her sight. Plunged into darkness, Aria felt her heart quail, anxiety brimming. Her siren instincts didn’t like this. But that’s what made it fun.
She heard Sunset step away for a bit, then heard her return, nearing Aria’s rear. Hands clapped down on her heels, causing Aria to squeal in surprise. “Now, remember, pet, no words. Laugh all you like, but if I hear a single word, it’s back to spanking, got it?”
“Mrroooow,” Aria murmured. She didn’t think she could take another bout of spanking. That’d be too much.
“Good girl.” Then something soft and fuzzy lowered on Aria’s feet, instantly eliciting snickers. They were feathers. Large, fluffy feathers, but still feathers. Child’s play.
Sunset ran the feathers up and down Aria’s feet, in between her toes, fast like the wind, but despite the quick speed she barely got more than a few giggles out. “Hmm. Okay. Let’s try this then.” Aria heard several shuffling noises, then gasped as several dozen bristles hit her left foot at once. A hairbrush.
That got her laughing. As Sunset ran the bristles slowly along Aria’s instep, the siren erupted into a giggling fit, one that only rose higher and more fever pitched the faster Sunset rubbed it along. Once it got into her toes, Aria wriggled, desperately trying to pull away despite her bonds holding fast. “Hahahahaha!”
Sunset laughed along with her. “That’s it! Let’s hear you really make some noise!”
A second brush descended upon Aria’s right foot, causing her to scream her laughter out. “Hahahahaha! HAHAHAHA!!!” It was intense, so intense, her stomach ached. Her vision wavered as she felt lightheaded, unable to resist the laughter.
Sunset kept up the brushes, pouring on the speed as Aria squealed and thrashed, so overwhelmed now she couldn’t breathe. She had no sense of the world around her. All she knew was the tickle. The brush, back and forth, as she slowly floated away. Everything dissolved. She couldn’t hear Sunset anymore. Just the brush.
Just the brush.
Then it slowed, and with it, Aria’s senses slowly returned as well. Then the brushes disappeared, and the blindfold came off, allowing her sense of sight to return, painful as it was. “Woah there, Aria,” Sunset said, her words managing to penetrate Aria’s brain fog. “You drifted out there. Time to come back now, okay?”
“Ggg...goog....” Aria mumbled, mush-mouthed and exhausted. “Good…”
Sunset shook her head. “Mm-mm. You need some water. You’re getting dehydrated. Let’s get you untied.”
Aria muttered something unintelligible as Sunset bustled about, untying the knots in a hurry, freeing Aria from her bonds. The stiffness in Aria’s limbs left her unable to stand on her own, so Sunset lifted her up and carefully set her down on the couch.
“I’ll be right back, okay?”
Aria managed to lift a hand to waive in Sunset’s direction. “...kay…”
Sunset rushed over to the kitchen and filled up a glass with some water, stuck a straw in it, then came back over and sat next to Aria. “Here. Lean against me while you drink this, okay?”
“Okay.” Aria nestled herself into Sunset’s embrace, and sipped at the water. It didn’t take long before she was gulping it down, desperate to quench her thirst.
Once she emptied it, Sunset set it aside and tucked her arms underneath Aria’s, pulling her up and against her. “Hey, you did really great there, Aria. I’m proud of you.”
“Coulda gone on for longer,” Aria murmured, mostly recovered now, though her limbs wobbled like jelly.
“Aria, I tickled you for a good half hour,” Sunset gently corrected. “But when you floated away, that worried me a little.”
“It’s just subspace,” Aria replied in a grouchy tone. “It’s not a bad thing.”
“I know,” Sunset said, squeezing Aria tighter. “But I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Aria sighed, then reached up to kiss Sunset on the cheek. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Sunset brought a hand up to stroke Aria’s cheek. “I love you. Of course I’m going to care.”
“Grrr…” Aria rolled her eyes, then a smile came to her face. “Love you too.”
They sat there, cuddling for a while. As she was held, Aria found herself relaxing more and more, especially in her heart. She’d tightened up quite a bit there after the spanking, and came perilously close to breaking into tears. Being held… It helped. A lot.
“You know I didn’t mean anything I said about my friends, right?” Sunset suddenly blurted, her voice shaking. “I-I didn’t mean any of the mean, nasty stuff I said.”
“Calm your tits, Sunset, I know that,” Aria laughed, patting Sunset’s knee.
Sunset squeezed Aria like she was a plush toy. “I… good. I was… I was a little scared.”
Aria pulled out of Sunset’s arms so she could turn around and look up at her. She saw the fear in Sunset’s eyes, the concern that’d gone too far. Aria wouldn’t have any of that shit. So she grabbed Sunset by the front of her corset and kissed her, hard. She did so long enough to wipe that stupid look off Sunset’s face, and only then did she let go. “Sunset, don’t be an idiot. I know you didn’t mean that shit, okay? It’s fine. What you say in the scene, stays in the scene.”
Sunset sighed, then nodded. “R-right. I hear you. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Aria said, shaking her head. “It’s still good for me to hear you say it. It… it helps. Just, just not over and over. Once is enough.” She grinned at her lover. “Seriously, for a first timer? You did an awesome job.”
“R-really?” Sunset’s cheeks flushed pink as she let out a sheepish giggle. “I, uh, I just tried my best.”
“And you did great,” Aria said. Her eyes slid down low as she deliberately lowered a hand down to cup at Sunset’s breast. “You know, now that I’ve cuddled a bit? Had some water? I’m thinking round two. If you want… mistress.”
Sunset eyed Aria for a moment, uncertainty plain on her face. And then her stare hardened. A smile grew, determined and confident. “Round two, my pet? I think I can manage that.”