> Classy's Dashie
>  by Storm butt
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> A New Toy
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The world was dark and quiet as Dashie awoke to a world of pitch black and muffled sounds. The aqua pegasus felt grogginess in their head that only came when they were pulled out of a deep sleep. If it weren’t for the fact that upon opening their eyes they were greeted with the sight of nothing at all they likely would have simply turned over and gone back to sleep. The lack of sight was only the first clue Dashie had that something was amiss. A blindfold was enough to make the pegasus’ heart skip a beat and for them to grow alert in an instant.

“Mmmph…” A noise came out of Dashie’s mouth but was blocked partially by something round stuffed into it. A strap went around their head and squeezed, keeping their mouth clamped shut by whatever was in it. Not only that but a pair of earplugs were clamped over their ears preventing any sort of sound from entering. The best Dashie could hear were their whines of protest.

The longer Dashie was conscious the more aware they came to be of their situation. Trying to move resulted in the realization that their arms were bound to their side. Not just that, but trapped behind their back with the rope going from their wrists up to their elbows. Trying to flutter their wings resulted in the realization that they too were trapped, though they felt like they were encased in something that molded perfectly around the structure and kept them as still as a statue.

Dashie’s knees were bent and bound as well with a belt wrapping around their thighs and their shins.

“Mmmph!” Dashie whined again as they shook their head. The result of this was the sudden sensation of the world drifting slightly. It was only then that Dashie realized there was no weight on their knees. Instead, the weight of their body was kept hanging from the tight harness wrapped around their body. They were suspended in the air, unsure of just how far away the ground was given their lack of sight.

Dashie began to struggle, but it was a pointless endeavor. The ropes were too tight and the latex too strong to do anything but tug on. Their heart quickened and began to pound in their chest like the steady beat of a drum. More noises of protest escaped through Dashie’s gag as they whined loudly.

The last thing Dashie expected to feel was the sensation of another pony, which is why the moment they felt fingers touch their face they let out a shriek of panic through their gag.

“MMMMPH!”

Dashie’s whole body jerked as fingers delicately trailed the underside of their jaw before firmly gripping around it. It was the sort of touch that commanded power and obedience without saying a single word, and Dashie found themselves freezing in place as the fingers toyed with their neck.

The next thing Dashie felt was a second-hand touch along their abdomen. The middle part of their body from their belly to their thighs was the only part not encased in latex and rope. All that hand had to do was travel down to grab the base of the flaccid cock that Dashie had been trying to ignore hanging. Slowly that hand ran the length of their cock up and down a few times until unwillingly the pegasus began to stiffen up. Their balls were fondled slowly with that same delicate yet firm touch that made the poor pegasus want to whimper.

Soon the hand on Dashie’s chin traveled up the side of their face to the plug blocking their sound. It was pulled away ever so slightly, and suddenly Dashie could hear again. The first sound the pegasus heard was a devious-sounding chuckle. An all too familiar chuckle at that.

“Hehehe, poor little Dashie,” A familiar voice said.

Classy Straps. Dashie should have known. There wasn’t a pony that they knew who would devise something so restricting yet exposing all at once. Dashie’s memories were a hazy mess, yet somewhere in that muddled recollection, they did manage to place the stallion. Though how they had arrived in this situation of all places was still a mystery, though not one that seemed as though it was in any hurry to get solved.

The hand fondling their balls continued to squeeze. They even began to lightly stroke with the vague sensation of tickling which caused Dashie to squirm and writhe anew in their bindings. The tormenting giggles of Classy were suddenly the only thing Dashie could hear aside from their own muffled whines.

Regardless of their confusion, Dashie had to admit that Classy Straps had a magical touch. The pegasus’ cock was half hard from little more than a bit of fondling as well as the knowledge that they were utterly trapped and at the mercy of such a kinky pony. Classy gripped their cock and ran their hand up to the head before ever so lightly fondling the end. They squeezed the cockhead just enough to blur the line between pleasure and overstimulation. Another whining cry came out of Dashie’s gag and with it the slightest bit of drool from how loud they had gotten.

“So messy,” Classy said as he wiped away the streak of liquid from Dashie’s cheek. “It’s a little too early to be a senseless drooling horny mess, don’t you think?”

Dashie’s heart skipped a beat yet again. The hand on their cock pulled away and for a split moment, Dashie had to fight the urge to whine for it to come back. Their silent prayers however were answered as they heard Classy grunt as though lifting something. A new sensation pushed right up to the cockhead of the hanging pegasus before pushing down. Suddenly their cock was encased in something that squeezed right around the base and right underneath the head. That sensation too was familiar. It had to be a milking device, which was one of Classy’s favorite tools.

Classy knocked right on the glass of the milker and chuckled when Dashie gasped through their gag. Their hand returned to the still-exposed balls and fondled them slowly before leaning in and pressing their muzzle right next to Dashie’s ear.

“You’ll be a good little kitty and squirm for me lots and lots, won’t you?” Classy asked.

“Mmmph…” Dashie whined softly. They were getting harder by the moment as hot breath ran along their ear. The glass tube around their cock seemed to force them to stay hard what with its length and the way it squeezed around the member.

Classy got down onto his knees and grabbed the cock by the tube. With his other hand, he stroked down the head of the cock, and was rewarded with a dribble of pre as well as a quiet whimpering moan escaping from Dashie’s gag. The poor pegasus was already close, but of course, Classy wasn’t going to be satisfied with just this level of pleasure.

The next thing Dashie felt was something press right against their cockhead. A sounding rod. As it pushed into the hole in the cockhead Dashie’s body tightened and pulled on the latex restraints and leather straps holding their body in place. Their head cocked back the best they could as a long-winded whine escaped their gag. They could feel the rod go deeper into them before eventually, their cockhead swallowed a small spherical bead along the rod, followed by another. Once it was fully in them every little movement and whine caused new sensations of pleasure on top of the old ones to send electric pleasure through Dashie’s body. Under the gag, the pegasus’ eyes rolled back slightly, and more drool leaked from their mouth.

“I think we’re almost ready,” Classy said before reaching under and giving Dashie’s balls one final fondle. “Might wanna savor this moment. I don’t think these balls will ever be as full again as they are right now, Kitty.”

“Mmmph…” Dashie whined softly. The poor pegasus was starting to become blinded by pleasure.

That was when Classy activated the device, and the milking tube holding Dashie’s cock began to stir to life. The first thing Dashie felt was a sucking sensation as if all the air inside the tube had been pulled out only for a sudden release and the feeling went back to normal. A moment later the tube sucked again, and it felt like Dashie’s whole cock was being rubbed. This rhythm kept up for some time of squeezing and releasing in a slow yet tormenting pattern.

Classy’s hand returned to Dashie’s chin where he was quick to grab the pegasus.

“These might be your last few moments of lucid thought,” Classy said. “That milker’s pretty special, you know. It has a ton of speed and suction settings so you’ll never quite get used to it. I know how my adorable little kitty gets when they’re forced to feel pleasure again and again, so if you have anything to say you might want to do it before your brain becomes lovely mush~”

The way Classy spoke with such a delighted tone of voice despite his words made Dashie whine softly. They let out a little moan into their gag along with a pitiful sounding whimper as their cock was squeezed and more pre-cum leaned dribbling along the sounding bar and down onto the floor.

“Mmmph…” Dashie whined into their gag.

“No comments?” Classy asked teasingly. “Okay then!”

The sucking sensation returned. It felt much like an intense blowjob, though one that covered every inch of their cock at once. The speed of the sucking was getting faster and faster, and Dashie’s member was stiffer than it had ever been. Classy would reach his hand down and teasingly run his finger along the cockhead around the sounding rod’s entrance, and this would make Dashie cry into their gag in a mixture of moans and protests they couldn’t control.

Dashie’s body couldn’t hold out for very long before the pleasure eventually consumed them. The milking and teasing and inability to properly move hit all of their buttons at once, and within three minutes they could feel the steadily building orgasm barrel forward at full speed. The poor pegasus barely had enough time to let out a moan before they came hard enough for their entire body to tense up. At that moment though, Classy shut off the milker. It left poor Dashie right on the door to release but stopped them the moment it felt like there was a point of no return. Bits of semen that weren’t blocked by the sounding rod spurted out and made a mess inside of Classy’s hand as he was still teasing the cockhead. Dashie could feel their fingers and toes curl as the high of the orgasm flooded their mind. It faded slowly with Dashie gaining the feeling of restraint back quickly.

The pleasure of being milked only lasted a moment before the denial hit. Classy had no intention of stopping. The unicorn lifted a hand and pulled the blindfold over Dashie’s eyes up. The pegasus was blinded by the sudden flood of light only for their vision to adjust a moment later. The walls of the room they were in were entirely white and padded. This wasn’t just any place, but a cell of some kind. As soon as Dashie had taken in where they were their eyes turned to Classy who was watching them with a cocky sort of grin. The unicorn was holding up a remote, and when Dashie’s eyes fell on it Classy pressed a button.

That was when the speed of the milker changed. It began to squeeze rapidly as if a head was bobbing up and down as fast as it could while also sucking with full intensity. Dashie’s eyes flew open. Given the pegasus had just been edged their cock was hypersensitive, and to be squeezed and sucked with such vigor moments after release brought an overwhelming stimulation.

“MMMMPH!” Dashie whined loudly and began to tug on the bindings once more. Their cock throbbed with waves of sensations so powerful they could do little but cry out. Their head went back and their eyes rolled slightly. Classy’s hand was on their cheek stroking softly before Classy’s muzzle was quick to follow. With a gentle touch, Classy kissed Dashie right along her jaw and began to pepper their neck in light kisses as their body was wracked with overstimulation.

“Shhh, good kitty,” Classy said. “That’s right, just let it happen…”

Soon the discomfort faded back into pleasure, and Dashie stopped fighting as hard. Their body relaxed once more and even their head tilted into the deceptively warm kindness of Classy’s lips still running along their neck.

Then Classy bit down, and Dashie whined loudly. It was a playful sort of bite, though still surprising for the poor pegasus already struggling to form coherent thoughts anymore. They whined softly as their neck ached yet their cock throbbed. Any discomfort from before was gone and replaced entirely with pleasure.

“Hehe, poor Dashie,” Classy said before lowering his free hand down to Dashie’s exposed abdomen. He ran his hand around there as though Dashie were a pet being given belly rubs. “This pump has so many settings, I just don’t know how we’re ever going to get through all of them! We might be here for hours. Days, even.”

Classy’s words were getting harder and harder for Dashie to listen to. All the pegasus could keep track of was the building pleasure in their cock. Their eyes glazed over as they stared at the white padded walls while at the same time not being able to focus properly. They let out little gasping cries into their gag at each pump of the milker, and those cries turned whinier and more full of desperation the closer they grew once again to climax.

Once more the milker shut off. Dashie let out a groan of frustration like a child who didn’t get their way and writhed helplessly in their bondage. Before time before Dashie even had a chance to mentally recover from being denied yet again, Classy had already changed the settings on the milker.

“Let’s make this easier on both of us, Kitten,” Classy said.

A moment later something was wrapped around Dashie’s neck. A collar, but not just your typical sort. The sensation Dashie felt made it abundantly clear that this wasn’t just your average kinky sort of collar, but something magically imbued. Their cock began to throb with each breath they took lingering on that sensation of the edge of orgasm yet never quite going through with it. Though the milker continued to squeeze and suck and their cock leaked seemingly endless pre-cum the orgasm never seemed to tip over the edge.

“Like it?” Classy asked. “My little own denial collar I enchanted myself. Now that pesky cock of yours can’t cum even a little bit! Oh, but you’ll still be a leaky kitten for me.”

Classy pressed a single finger to the end of the sounding rod and teasingly pressed on it to make Dashie let out a groan of blinding pleasure.

Time lingered on feeling more and more meaningless by the second. Each squeeze of their cock was painfully slow, and once the discomfort had passed and pleasure returned Dashie began to truly hate this setting. It gave their cock just enough stimulation for pleasure to build but right when Dashie felt as though they were getting close to a third orgasm it would simply stop, and poor Dashie would whine.

“Aww, c’mon now,” Classy teased Dashie by egging them on. “You can cum! Don’t tell me my kitty is already all milked out?”

Classy giggled as Dashie whined in annoyance at the teasing only for the pegasus to become blinded by the sudden suckling sensation inside the milker. Each time it squeezed Dashie’s hips would involuntarily thrust forward trying desperately to eke out every last sliver of stimulation hoping finally they orgasm, only to fail each and every time. Soon enough their breathing became ragged and full of whimpers at each painfully slow pump of the milker. All the while Classy just stood there smiling with that cocky grin of his that drove Dashie insane.

The milker continued to run despite Dashie’s cock feeling as though it was going to explode at any moment. Coherent thoughts were becoming more and more difficult to think as their mind slowly degraded into a single thought over and over.

“Wanna cum. Need to cum. Please let me cum. Celestia and all is holy just let me cum one time, please!”

	Soon enough every thought inside Dashie’s mind revolved around an orgasm that would never come with Classy’s collar around their neck. Their back arched slightly as they approached the edge once more. Classy had changed the milker back to a pulsating sensation that reminded Dashie of an aggressive mouth sucking them off. They began to once again thrust their hips what little the bindings would allow, but seemingly to punish this Classy brought his hand down and pressed it down to the sounding bar. Any push of their hips meant they were going to also be pushing against the rod inside of them, which made Dashie whine.

“You’re so squirmy,” Classy commented.

The look in Dashie’s eyes was steadily growing more and more distant. The poor pegasus had been on edge for so long now that their mind had simply stopped caring about their surroundings and could focus only on the pleasure, and lack thereof, around their cock.

Classy apparently didn’t want this level of dissonance from them quite yet, because once again their hand fell to Dashie’s massive balls. Instead of a firm touch though, Classy surprised Dashie by instead beginning to lightly stroke his fingers along the hanging sack. His touch was light and flickery with fingertips racing without a care in the world. Dashie’s eyes widened frantically as they realized Classy was actively trying to tickle them.

“MMMMPH!” Dashie whined. “MHMHMMMMPHHH!”

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Classy asked the squirming helpless pegasus. “You just looked so bored, I thought I’d liven you up a little!”

“MHMHMHMMMMPH!” Poor Dashie whined as they shook their head. Their first instinct was to try and hide their balls only to feel the tug of the straps along their body parts keeping them exposed. Their second was to try and block out the tickling sensations, but Classy knew all too well how to make them writhe. When Dashie tried their best to remain quiet and bottle up their feelings the fingers simply moved directly under the balls where the swiping torment continued. The nerves around Dashie’s crotch had been subjected to such intense milking pleasure that the first sign of torment, even a light and playful torment like tickling, drove the poor pegasus wild.

To make matters worse; the entire time Dashie was being tickled the milker didn’t slow down. Now that Classy’s attention had gone elsewhere and the machine was left unattended neither Classy nor his machine seemed to care about the slowly dwindling sanity of poor Dashie. All Classy cared about was hearing the pegasus whine and watching them struggle, and they were doing plenty of that.

“Mhmhmhmmmmph!” Dashie frantically shook their head. It got to the point where even the bondage attachments in the ceiling began to creak and protest just how much the pegasus was moving about. Their body swung from side to side as though they were in a swing and only stopped when Classy FINALLY left his fingers from tickling their crotch and stood up to hold them steady on either side.

Dashie’s wide and frantic eyes met Classy’s cool and mischievous ones. It was at that point that Classy reached forward and undid the strap of the gag that had silenced Dashie up until this point. It fell to the floor and the moment it landed Dashie let out a gasp for air. Their tongue hung from their mouth as they took the first proper breath of fresh air in what felt like forever.

“Nnngh… Mmmph! W-Wanna cum…” Dashie whined softly.

“Aww, let’s not start with that,” Classy said as he stroked the side of Dashie’s face with a loving graze of fingers. “You’re a good kitten who doesn’t need to cum, ever, aren’t you?”

“Mmmph…” Dashie continued to whimper. “I’m a… I just wanna…”

Even words were getting more and more difficult for Dashie to process. Though they finally had the freedom to plead and demand Classy stop the right words just never found their mouth. Every time they came close to having a coherent thought their cock would simply throb and they would be dragged back to that state of mind where they could think about how good they felt and nothing else. Their eyes must have started to glaze over again because at that moment Classy hit yet another button on his remote and the milker sped up to speeds Dashie didn’t even know possible.

“Ahhh!” Dashie cried out, but the moment they opened their mouth a pair of fingers were forced into them.

“I didn’t take off the gag so you could whimper like a pup,” Classy said. “We’re going to do something useful with that mouth of yours, understood?”

Classy then pulled his hand from behind his back and revealed a large pink dildo. It was massive and larger than any ponies cock Dashie had ever seen. Suddenly Dashie’s jaw was gripped firmly with one hand and squeezed until their mouth was forced open, and the head of the dildo was forced into their mouth.

“Mmmph!” Dashie cried out, but it was too late to protest as the cock was forced down their throat. Their jaw suddenly ached from how wide they had to open it just to make it fit, but Classy wasn’t giving them much of a choice.

“Good kitty,” Classy said as he kept pressing the dildo deeper until it was practically showing a visible lump in Dashie’s throat. The poor pegasus’ eyes watered as they struggled not to gag. Classy pulled the dildo out halfway before forcing it down again, and as the fake cock moved their cock seemed to be pumped in perfect sync. Every suck of the milker meant Dashie had to take the cock as deep as they could yet again in a nonstop cycle.

“You’re suckling on it like it’s the real thing,” Classy commented with another devious grin.

Dashie realized he wasn’t lying. They really couldn’t help themselves from sucking on the dildo and using their tongue like they knew a stallion would adore. They were so lost in the endless waves of sensations and pleasures that their mouth simply worked through the motions of a proper blowjob. Even being told this was happening they struggled to stop, and then their cock would throb as the constantly taunting orgasm approached and they would forget all about it and simply go back to suckling happily.

Classy moved the dildo in and out with one hand while running his fingers through Dashie’s mane with the other. He leaned his head in until his lips were right up against Dashie’s ears so he could whisper.

“You’re never going to cum again,” Classy said softly. “You’re going to be on the edge forever. Any hope of cumming was long gone the second you let yourself get bound up like that, you silly kitty.”

Dashie moaned softly and their entire body tingled. Seemingly just to prove Classy’s words the next orgasm rose yet was stopped yet again by the collar. Such intense pleasure right there, yet stolen from Dashie yet again. The poor pegasus could only let out a whimper that became lost in the sounds of the cock running along their tongue.

How long had this been going on? An hour? A day? Dashie had lost all sense of time. Even without the gag this room was all padding and had no windows. The longer they were subjected to never-ending pleasure without release the less Dashie cared. Perhaps they had always been here being edged and milked. Perhaps this is where they would remain forever.

Eventually, the dildo was forced deep into their mouth until their lips touched the base of it. At that point, Classy chuckled and walked behind Dashie out of sight.

“Mmmph!” Dashie whined.

“Don’t worry,” Classy said. “We’re just gonna put you away for safekeeping for a little bit. Sound good, Kitty?”

Poor Dashie’s mind was so far gone by this point lost in endless pleasure and torment that they couldn’t even reply with so much as a nod. A moment later Dashie heard the crank of something, and suddenly the pegasus was being lowered to the ground. Their knees still wrapped in latex hit the ground followed by the rest of their body. They didn’t even attempt to squirm or writhe and simply sat there accepting whatever Classy was going to do next.

Dashie then heard the creak of a door, though it wasn’t the one in front of them that they could only assume Classy had come in via. They glanced over their shoulder to see that part of the padded wall had pulled open revealing a secret compartment. It was a small box of a room with stuffed padding bulging out the sides.

Classy stepped forward and grabbed Dashie by the harness that kept the latex covering their wings sealed and dragged them back with a surprising show of strength. Suddenly the pegasus was thrust right into the small room. Classy got down on his knees to properly push Dashie deeper and deeper into the chamber. The padded walls felt closer and closer until they were pressing up against their body from all directions save for the very front.

“Now don’t worry, I won’t forget about you in here,” Classy said before putting on a mischievous sort of smirk. “Hopefully. After all, I’m pretty busy. Don’t know when I can find the time to check on you.”

“Mmmph!” Dashie whined though the dildo in their mouth made it so hardly any noise came out. They tugged and pulled at the latex holding them hostage and found that it was even harder to move with the added padding surrounding them.

“Bye-bye, Kitty,” Classy said before leaning in and giving Dashie one final peck on her nose. “Have a good rest~”

With that last comment, the door to the secret chamber was swung shut. What freedom Dashie thought they might have in the hole was instantly gone as the padding on the inside of the door pressed right up to their body. 

Not only that, but the walls began to inflate. They grew pressing up to Dashie’s body from all sides. It squeezed at their sides and face and body and even wrapped firmly around the milker still sucking endlessly. Moving was now impossible. There was only enough give in the room for the pegasus to breathe in and out as their heart raced with thoughts of just how long they would be stuck here. The sounds on the other side of the wall were so muffled and quiet that they had no idea if they could even be heard even if they cried their absolute loudest.

Then the milker picked up speed. The wire connecting it to the remote slipped under the secret door, and Classy had hit the maximum setting as soon as Dashie became sealed. The stimulation was instant, and a quiet moan of pleasure managed to eek itself out of Dashie’s mouth.

Instantly Dashie was on edge. The milker felt amazing. So good. Any moment now they’d cum and it would feel amazing. Yet that moment of relief never came, and instead, Dashie was painfully reminded of the enchanted collar around their neck.

With the remote unguarded and running at full speed, Dashie would be kept at the absolute edge of orgasm for who knows how long. It was maddening enough to drive the mentally strongest pony insane, and poor Dashie had already been pushed to their limits long before being sealed away.

Regardless if it cost them their sanity or not Dashie no longer had any say in the matter. They couldn’t move, could hardly whine, and Classy would be gone for hours if not days. From now on they would be forced to sit here still as a statue in the dark experiencing nothing but intense edging and the false promise of relief. The thought of being stuck here for an unknown amount of time might have frightened Dashie if the poor pegasus hadn’t already begun to slip into a daze of absolute pleasure. Their mind felt like mush and all they could think about was the sensation of a building orgasm that would never burst.

The longer Dashie would stay here the less they would even think of the concept of freedom. They were too tired to even whine anymore. They were forced to submit to the unending pleasure of the milker as their cock continued to dribble endless amounts of pre without hope of that final push for relief.

A dull daze overtook Dashie as they settled into the padding. Their fate was sealed, and for all, they knew they’d be trapped here forever unable to move ever again. The edging was their only stimulation, and it was all Dashie would ever need to feel ever again. As their mind slipped further and further into endless pleasure they lost all sense of urgency or fear for their predicament. After all; a milking toy had no use for pesky things like that.