I can't believe I actually wrote this.
Fear gripped Big Macintosh when he opened his eyes to see nothing but a hazy red glow. He could feel his eyes lids rub up against a scratchy fabric, which made blinking uncomfortable to do. The crimson stallion tried to move his limbs, but his efforts were cut short by tight leather binds that bit into his flesh. He could feel that his legs were spread and couldn't help a brief shot of embarrassment that his stallionhood was exposed for anypony’s view. Not that the size was anything to be ashamed about, but for the modest farmer he felt very vulnerable and that whoever happened to walk in would cause an incredibly awkward scene.
He tried to moisten his lips with a swipe of his tongue, but it did little good. His mouth felt as dry as Equestria’s most sun-baked gorge. Frustration nipped at him as the minutes ticked by agonizingly slow. He wished that he could at least see where he was.
His thoughts were interrupted by a slow creak as what he guessed was a door opened up. He heard soft hoof-steps enter the room and the slam of the door, followed by a soft click as the lock turned. The sounds came closer and stopped beside the table he lay on. He could hear the soft wisp of air flowing as his captor swirled their tail.
Scared to make a sound, he lay as still as possible, wishing that he had the ability to stop the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. His breath caught in his throat as he felt a gentle hoof rest on his stomach, just a couple of inches above the head of his dick, which was limp against his body. The hoof moved in a small pattern of vertical strokes on his stomach, the very tip of it gently brushing his pride each time, causing it to rise a bit much to its owner’s dismay.
“Macintosh, you’re probably wondering why you’re here, aren’t you?” The voice shocked him. It was feminine and soft, but yet that didn't rob it of authority. It was seductive and honey-sweetness dripped off of every word.
A teasing huff came from above him, and he made a small gasp as the base of her hoof found its way to the head of his erection, caressing gently. “That question requires an answer, sweetie.” She purred.
“Yes.”
“Yes, I imagined that much.” She said pointedly before removing her hoof. “I also imagine you’d like to know my name. Well I’m not going to tell you because you won’t need it. The only name you’re ever to call me by is ‘Mistress. Understand?”
Mac nodded hesitantly. “Why am Ah here?”
Mistress smiled. “Good question. You’re here because I’ve been curious. I’ve seen you working hard on that farm, your muscles glistening with sweat in the sunshine. It was a real turn on. Many times I’ve wondered how you were in bed. And now I’m going to find out.” While she had been talking, she’d been steadily moving to the other side of the table, her mouth turning up in a wicked smile as she admired his body. Her eyes started at his sweaty forehead, to his muscular shoulders, lingering a bit at his impressive member, then to his back legs. Her eyes snapped back to his face with a glint of hunger in them. “Whether you like it or not!”
Mac gulped and chuckled nervously. “Um, ma’am that’s uh… flattering… for you to say but Ah’m married.”
Mistress scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I know your wife. A weak little slut called ‘Fluttershy’. Bah.”
Mac growled. “She’s no slut; she’s a beautiful kind mare that a sick mare like you could never measure up to.”
A stinging smack on his left cheek stopped Mac’s words. Mistress’ left hoof was raised threateningly, a scowl on her face. “I don’t care if she’s Princess Fucking Celestia.” She put her hoof back down. “She’s a whore, a filthy slut. And you better forget about her because,” She leaned close to his ear and hissed into it. “You’re never seeing her again.”
All anger drained from Mac’s mind to be replaced with intense sadness. The idea of never seeing his beloved again sank deep into his mind and he felt his lip quiver. He bit down on it and shut his eyes, refusing to look at his blindfold any longer. He swallowed his feelings of despair. I will see her again.
Mistress opened her wings and floated over the table and set herself down gently, legs spread to where they were on each side of his broad shoulders. She leaned back on her front hooves and smiled. “Let’s begin shall we?”
Mac grunted at the sudden weight on his chest and he felt his erection throb unwillingly at a scent that hit his nose. It was a warm, flavorful scent that wafted over his scent glands, and he knew it was his captor’s excitement. His face was so close he could feel the heat coming from it. As much as he didn’t want it to, it turned him on.
Mistress moved her hips forward a bit until the lips of her damp pussy brushed against his mouth, and then moved back. “I’m waiting, slave.”
Mac narrowed his eyes, taken aback by the offensive name. He opened them fully, staring once again at the red fabric over his eyes. He opened his mouth to let out a stinging reply, only to have it instead filled with wet mare treasure. Mistress had thrust her hips forward and now her mount was firmly planted in the stallion’s mouth.
Unwillingly letting his instincts take over, he stuck out his tongue, parting the lips slowly, which earned a soft moan to escape the lips of his captor. The flavor that struck his taste buds was overwhelmingly delicious, and he found himself wriggling his tongue around, trying to find more of the amazing taste.
Mistress was finding it difficult to hold herself up with her hooves, and finally she let them give way, laying back all the way, her head resting on her slave’s stallionhood. She moaned long and low as she felt his experienced tongue explore the outer part of her pussy. He massaged the lips with his tongue and nipped gently at them, each tiny movement sending her into an even deeper coma of ecstasy. A spasm of pleasure shot through her nerves as his tongue found her clit. She closed her eyes and threw her head back and opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to loll out. “Oh... sweet Celesita!” She yelled her pleasure to the ceiling.
Mac felt shame building up in his heart as he ate out Mistress, but he couldn’t stop his steadily rising dick. He could sense that she was getting close to the edge, and Mac decided to use one last trick to push her over. Parting the lips fully with his lips he found the entrance with his tongue and forcefully rammed it inside of her.
Screams and pleasured curses answered him and he wriggled his tongue around as hard and as fast as he could, hoping that she would let him go if he got her off. Her hips bucked into his mouth and she gave a scream as she finally came. The gush of juices rushed into Mac’s mouth before he could stop them and he spat it out onto his chest. Her orgasm continued for a few more seconds before she was spent, her legs limp by his head and tiny streams of juices leaked from her pussy.
She lay there panting for a moment longer before getting up and flipping onto her stomach. She gave a longing look at Mac’s erection before giving it a quick stroke, prompting Mac to moan. She laughed cruelly before giving it another stroke, this one much slower. Her hoof stopped at the tip of the head and pointed her hoof downward, letting the tip gently poke the small slit. “Does my slave like being tortured like this?” She laughed again before jerking her head sideways, allowing her long her hair to tickle his dick. She lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the head, licking off the salty precum. She moaned, making her mouth vibrate, which added to Macintosh’s pleasure. He moaned out his approval quietly.
Taking her mouth off, she leaned back and pressed a button on the side of the table, which freed Mac’s forelegs. “Keep the blindfold on, slave. Your hooves are free only for my pleasing.” She leaned down again and licked the head of the red dick, and smiled as she felt a strong hoof on each of her flanks. She twirled her tongue across the slit and all around the tip teasingly, relishing the loud moans that came from her captive.
She sqeaked in surprise as Mac’s hips suddenly thrust upward, shoving the dick to the back of her throat. "Oh, fuck!" Mac yelled as the tip reached the end of her mouth. He thrust again and again, grunting with each movement.
Mistress closed her eyes and held her head still with her opened mouth growing wider, allowing more of him to slip inside her. She moaned in pleasure as the hooves on her flanks moved upward and began to rub her wings with painful force. She removed her mouth and floated off of his body, standing next to the table on shaky legs. Mac groaned in frustration. “My slave is not to cum until I say he can do so.” She proclaimed. She walked to the edge of the room and pulled out a chair, scraping it along the floor. She stopped in front of the table and walked back, pressing the button to allow her slave’s hind legs to move around freely.
“My dear, get off of the table.” She said sweetly.
Carefully, the blind stallion stepped off the table and stood still, not knowing what to expect. Mistress carried the chair to where Mac was facing and sat down, crossing her legs and smiling. “Tell me, did you ever clop to your wife before the first time you had sex with her?”
Mac scoffed. “What?!”
“Answer the question truthfully. Did you or did you not clop to your wife before the first time you had sex with her?”
Mac gulped and blushed before answering. “Y-yes.”
Mistress smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Interesting. Was it from fantasies or pictures?”
Mac stood, dumbfounded for a second. Mistress leaned forward and grabbed his face roughly in her hooves, making him stumble forward. “Answer me, you dirty whelp!”
“Fantasies.” He answered. He looked away from her, even though his vision was being stopped with cloth.
Mistress let him go and leaned back. “And what was she doing to you in those fantasies? Was she blowing you? Was she fucking another mare? Was she your personal cumrag?”
Mistress’ smile faded as the stallion remained silent. “That’s all she is to you, isn’t she? A dirty bitch that you can fuck whenever you feel like it, hm?”
“No! She’s my wife and Ah love her.” He insisted. It was true, the first time they’d made love had been special to him, but not as special as the first time he kissed her or the “I do’s” at their wedding.
Mistress narrowed her eyes and got up from her chair and walked around to behind him. She stood on her backlegs and mounted him, before sliding a hoof over his back leg and caressed his ball sack gently.
Mac moaned from the gentle touch and closed his eyes. “Is this what she did for you? Did she caress you lovingly?” She massaged the orbs as she spoke, prompting more moans to tumble from the stallion’s mouth.
“Is that what got you off when you clopped?” She got back down onto all fours and went back to her chair, sitting down with her legs spread. “Show me.”
Mac panted, trying to recover. “S-show you what?”
“Show me how you clopped to her.” She leaned back and put a hoof on her thigh.
Mac sat down slowly and spread his legs, letting his erection bounce.
Mistress waited for a moment. “Well? Clop for me!” She growled at him.
Hesitantly, Mac put a hoof to his member and gently stroked it, biting his lip. Mistress allowed her hoof to slip between her legs, resting it on her dampening pussy. Mac retained the slow speed as he stroked it, making her sigh.
“Faster, I wanna see you clop as you did when imagining your wife.” She barked.
Sighing, Mac increased his speed and gradually succumbed to the feeling. His hood slid up and down along his shaft quickly, and before long Mac was panting.
Mistress began running her hoof up and down her slit and pushed gently into the folds and hummed contentedly as she watched her slave jerk off to her command. She pushed deeper into the folds of her pussy and aligned the tip of her hoof with her clit and began rubbing with slow, forced moves. She moaned quietly and kept her gaze fixed on Mac, who’s hoof was nearly a blur as he clopped.
Mac had long forgotten that he was being watched and was now in sexual heaven. In his mind he saw Fluttershy’s cyan eyes looking up at him as her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, smiling up at him with love in her eyes. He moaned long and low as he felt a heat building up in his nethers and increased his speed again.
His moan jolted Mistress out of her ecstasy-induced coma and stopped her own masturbation. She leapt forward and removed his hoof, silencing Mac’s angered groan with a smack on his cheek. “If you’re gonna cum anywhere, it’s gonna be inside of me.” She demanded.
She faced Mac as she straddled him and gently lowered her dripping cunt onto his erection. She screamed as his full length entered her, and she sat there on him, panting and letting herself adjust to him. Unfurling her wings, she lifted herself up and back down onto him, half moaning, half yelling as she kept herself moving.
Loud slaps echoed in the room as their skin impacted each other. She bucked her hips in awkward, quick thrusts, sending Mac into deep spasms of pleasure as he felt her walls clutching at him. Spittle flew through the air as she spat insults and curses at him.
Mac placed both hooves on her flanks and pumped into her quickly, moaning with her.
Fluttershy screamed and got off him. “Hazelnut, hazelnut!”
Mac removed the blindfold and got to his hooves, urgently moving the gray slat off of his bed and reaching for the mare behind him. He lay her on the bed and spread her legs before straddling her.
"Please honey, hurry." She moaned. Heat was building up inside her and he could tell she was close, it wuldn't take long for her to climax for the second time tonight.
Never one to keep a lady waiting, he pumped into her hard and fast, relishing the hot feeling of his dick being engulfed by his wife. He bottomed out one more time before he released. "Fluttershy, fuck!" He yelled his wife’s name to the lust-filled atmosphere as he came long gushes into her.
Fluttershy came as well, screaming her pleasure into the air. Both lay there for awhile, panting quickly, sticky with sweat. She moved her head and looked into her husband’s green eyes, smiling weakly. “Sorry, but there was no way I could’ve kept in character with you fucking me like that.”
Mac smiled and kissed her gently. There was no dancing of tongue, just a simple sweet kiss. He broke it and looked into her eyes. “It’s alright, Shy.” He moved, slipping out of her with a wet pop and lay down beside her, wrapping her in his forelegs. She snuggled under his chin and smiled.
“Ah love you.”
“I love you too, sweetie.”