Zephyr Part 23

 

Master, for his part, has never seemed more committed to his product. Besides doting on Sunflower with a mix of the same odd kindness he has for all of his ponies once they embrace it and the same attitude adults give particularly cute kids, you can tell that he's always got an eye on her a bit more pointedly when they're in the same room. Perhaps he's concerned for her well being, or perhaps he still worries it might be an extremely well-played act, but you're convinced he doesn't want to give an unstable pet to one of his supposedly good friends. Never mind that odd professional pride he has in his human mutation and trafficking business, but if Opal had been half as fucking crazy as Sunflower she'd have never left here at all, and that's with a pony who could reasonably have been returned to him as too much of a handful. If Sunflower proves to be majorly problematic for her owner and adoptive pet-parents, as much as you hate thinking of them as such for the uncomfortable thoughts regarding hereditary slavery they bring up, taking her back would be heartbreaking for absolutely everyone involved.

 

It very quickly became a nightly ritual of him retreating upstairs with Sunflower for an hour or so a night to give her a thorough checkup of the same kind as her first major incident. You watched him give one yourself, mesmerized as he stuck her with a small needle after bribing her with a piece of hard candy and watching the array of machines thus deployed feed information wirelessly to his laptop. You had wondered how he was able to confirm that there was nothing physically wrong with her brain, and now you knew that he didn't need some enormous imaging device like a hospital would have to do so. The answer, as you should have guessed, was more tiny robots. After she'd been allowed to scamper back off to Autumn you tried to ask why Master hadn't shared the nanomachines with the world, now more than ever convinced that they could change modern medicine, but his only reply was a cryptic comment about his former employers. You suppose it's for the best as far as you're concerned, a wealthy hero of modern science probably wouldn't be able to keep the likes of you and Autumn secret for very long.

 

Still, after a week and a half of this routine Master seems satisfied enough that the problem is in recession and she's weathered the storm intact. You know something is up as soon as Master sends you off to keep an eye on Sunflower and holds Autumn back for a moment on the way in from a morning walk, but a command is a command so you end up playing "pattycake" with your forehooves for a bit while they have a talk. The look on her face when she follows him into the living room is just as devastated as it was during Sunflower's biggest episode, with your Master looking downright guilty as he starts assembling lunch. Sunflower dashes off to Autumn's side at once, and you feel pangs of empathy as you watch your friend struggle to bury whatever's plaguing her and put on a smile for her favorite friend. You're pretty sure you know what's happening, but for sureness' sake you slip off to ask Master while Autumn strains her face to produce a not-smile while she hugs the living daylights outta Sunflower.

 

"Ah, Master? Is Autumn okay?"

 

"Not really, sweetheart. I knew letting her get so attached wasn't a good idea, but neither of us would have been so good with her, right?"

 

"So Sunflower is leaving?"

 

"Ann doesn't want to wait any longer, and I can't think of a good reason to keep her here. Even if she has the occasional little outburst, Ann's almost as much of a recluse as I am and she's got a fenced yard."

 

"When is she coming?"

 

"The day after tomorrow. She was willing to come tomorrow, but I think Autumn might need the time. We'll tell Sunflower after dinner."

 

The lunch in question is very powerfully uncomfortable for just about everyone. Autumn is still visibly morose, your Master seems to actually be nervous for once, and you're not quite sure where you stand on this. Sunflower seems to understand that something is wrong, the same tiny frown and downcast gaze you recall having every time your parents had a fight. The lot of you get through about half of your meal like that, everyone just quietly, dutifully munching away at the salad and refusing to make eye contact. Master being this uncomfortable really bothers you, it's just so unlike him. Then again, he's worried about hurting Autumn, his rock in an otherwise very, very insane life. You suppose you might occupy a similar place in his heart someday, but Autumn came first, something you've accepted as part of the status quo from here on. Still, you can take this as further proof, more than all his actions up to now that he really does love her. At least enough to worry about somehow damaging the relationship.

 

The awkwardness rolls right on when you hear him clear his throat from above you and announce in as gentle a voice as possible that Sunflower's family will be coming to take her home very soon. You expect tears, tears above all else from the little thing, but the whoops of excitement are stunning enough to give you a kind of emotional whiplash. Sure enough, the little thing is jumping up and down on her hooves asking if he really means it. Autumn, sitting just behind her, seems to have gone catatonic save for her eyes, still locked on Sunflower and threatening to burst at any moment with visibly accumulating tears. Master seems floored, Autumn seems like she might have died inside... necessity forces your voice into a low croak.

 

"Sunflower, sweetie, do you know what that means?"

 

"Yeah! That I get a mom and a dad and a new lady's gonna take care of us!"

 

"Y-yeah, Sun, but just you and your new family."

 

"Huh?"

 

"Autumn and I aren't coming with you. You'll leave and we'll stay."

 

"B-but... But you're the ones I met first!"

 

There's not much left that you really think you can say to her to make it any better for her now that you've reminded her of the obvious truth, especially after a weak nod from your Master confirms your dire revelation. The tears you had been ready for finally make their appearance, coupled with half-intelligible complaints about leaving here. Before you or Master can muster up the resolve to step and comfort her Autumn moves in for it, out of her little misery-coma with a vengeance as soon as Sunflower needs her to be. All motherly comfort, all assurances that her new family will take good care of her, and even all assurances that they'll meet again someday don't quite seem to be enough to calm her down.

 

Eventually, tearfully, the whole thing gets worked out between the two of them, with you and Master squarely on the sidelines for the whole affair. You're quite content with that arrangement, being Sunflower's second-favorite aunt out of two is a far less demanding position. When all is said and done and Sunflower is set down on a pillow for a late afternoon nap Autumn actually seems much better for having been through the whole thing, still a little unhappy but by no means despondent over the latest turn of events.You suppose it must help to know she'll be missed, but in the end you and Autumn only have a couple of options for emotional support when times are tough, so it is no surprise when Autumn flops her head down on Master's lap. There's even a frustrated little nuzzle into his belly when no hand is immediately forthcoming to pet her, and while you can hear Master mutter "brat" under his breath in a less-than-serious tone he still dutifully starts petting your very worn-out life mate. You scoot your way over the couch to her, intending to comfort her as best you can, but once you're within hoof range it's her who latches on to you, pulling you in for use as a kind of teddy bear. You do a bit of nuzzling, but she seems primarily focused on having someone to hug for a while, so you set you head down beside hers on Master's thigh and zone out for a bit. You, and Master, for that matter, had been afraid that Autumn would begrudge him for doing what he'd already agreed to do, but thankfully it seems she's applying a year of experience in letting other ponies go along elsewhere. The reassurance that maybe you'll all come out of this just fine is enough to let you drift off to sleep in Autumn's embrace.

 

You wake up to a hoof tapping your side repeatedly, blearily opening an eye to find Autumn very excitedly trying to wake you up. It takes a few embarrassing seconds of sleep-muddled thinking to work out that Autumn is off the couch, you're lightly tangled in a blanket and that Master and Sunflower are nowhere to be found. Your processing power seems to be at an all-time low just now, so your cheery, inquisitive "What's going on?" really comes out more like "Whas hap?"

 

"C'mon, get up! Master's upstairs with Sunflower so we've gotta get a move on!"

 

"Move on...? For what, Autumn?"

 

"The plan sweetie! I begged Master to let me spend tonight downstairs with Sunflower, so you two will be all alone up in the bed! We've got to get you ready, though."

 

"Ready? Autumn, ready how?"

 

"C'mon, you'll see when we're upstairs!"

 

The thought of what "the plan" actually entails is enough to get you off the sofa, and Autumn's enthusiasm is downright contagious as you plod your way up the stairs and begin to shake off the lingering sleepy confusion. Slow, careful steps carry you by the door to Master's work space, Sunflower's laughter audible from within as you pass, and once you're safely in the bedroom Autumn starts talking so fast you can't fully comprehend what's being said. On sight of the bed, though, you lose track of everything else in the room for a second, Autumn included, as the reality of the situation catches up to you.

 

You're gonna give yourself to him right there. On that bed you'll be moaning and squirming and begging him for more. Right there, tonight. He's... gonna want to, right? He hasn't initiated anything... what if he rejects you?

 

Pfffffffahaha, yeah right! If he didn't want you, he certainly wouldn't have kept you unless he were particularly cruel. Still, the first time you got put down on this bed it was so he could explain that he was gonna break you and sell you... now he's gonna put the final nail in the coffin for your masculinity, or ever letting go of you, in the same place. Not that you'd like to preserve either thing in favor of finally getting your cherry popped. Female cherry, at least, and you suppose this'll be new enough in your experience to count as a "first time". Still, this whole time you've been pondering Autumn's been talking.

 

"So come on, I've got everything right here, just hop on up!"

 

"I'm sorry, you're got everything...?"

 

"Were you even listening?"

 

"Kinda... having a daydream about later tonight. Sorry." You reply as sheepishly as possible. You don't think Autumn would ever really lose patience with you, but damned if you weren't pushing it.

 

"I know you're excited, Zephyr, and you've got plenty of really, really good reasons to be, but we don't have much time before he gets done giving Sunflower her checkup. Just hop on up and I'll explain as we go, okay?" Her reply is fraught with little, knowing giggles, so you don't feel too bad about daydreaming earlier, but you do wish you'd paid attention when she slides a small box out from under the bed and slowly heaves it up onto the bed with both hooves. You didn't realize Autumn had such an elaborate production in mind that supplies were important, but you were too busy spacing out to listen when she was trying to explain the plan, and now you're going into this blind.

 

Oh well, It's not like Autumn could go anywhere particularly weird with this, right?

 

You let yourself be guided to the center of the bed and made to roll over in the center, belly up and splayed out with pillows holding you just slightly upright, the clearest visual invitation you can possibly offer provided your tail isn't being used as cover. Autumn begins rooting through the box in question, and you're surprised when she empties the whole thing on to the edge of the bed for easier access. It looks to be strips of colored fabric... and a really large bow?

 

"Extra ribbons from Master's sewing supplies. Sometimes the ponies Master gives his toys to have their manes tied back or something, so he keeps a lot of them."

 

"You're sure he won't mind?"

 

"Not when he sees you, that's for sure."

 

You're still not quite sure what the plan is when Autumn starts awkwardly looping some of the lace and ribbons into shapes, but you're happy to lend her a hoof, or your mouth, to get the job done. Once she's got them the way she wants them it starts to make more sense, as one of the loops is gently pulled taut around one of your rear hooves, and the remaining length wrapped in a parted spiral the whole way up your rear leg, the stark bands of lacy blue ribbon looking crisp against the white of your fur, eventually being tied off near your hips. You get it now, you're being gift-wrapped like a present! Autumn's an absolute genius, using what little she could get her hooves on without being noticed to make you a lovely kind of makeshift lingerie. Your gratitude compels you to kiss her, and while she returns it in kind there is an impatient little noise coming from her throat reminding you that she'd like to keep wrapping you up.

 

And so Autumn does, painstakingly wrapping all four of your legs and running a lovely criss-cross pattern up your abdomen that gets tied off on your collar. You'd think that Autumn's work would be done by now, you're wonderfully trussed up and just about at the limit for knot-tying with hooves and teeth, but there's still a ton of ribbon and lace left and Autumn is still busying herself about.

 

"Okay, hold your forehooves together behind your head for a second."

 

"Didn't we already wrap my forehooves up?" You query, complying all the same pointing your forelegs toward the headboard, itself just a set of horizontal steel bars. It would be seriously uncomfortable if not for the support the pillows offer your neck, and you've no desire to hold this pose for long as Autumn awkwardly climbs over you to get to your forehooves, positioned squarely over you with her neck taking up most of your field of vision, with one of the loops you made clutched between her teeth.

 

At first you're a bit surprised to feel the loop draw itself taut over the "knuckle" area just above your hooves, not quite comprehending where Autumn aims to go with this until your attempt to pull them back and get a good look is stopped by Autumn tugging the end around one of the bars on the headstand.

 

"W-wait, Autumn, what's going on?"

 

Your friend and chief role model only giggles in response, letting her legs relax and pinning you beneath her lest you struggle and ruin her efforts. You can see her neck moving and feel her forehoof movement rocking the bed slightly, but it isn't until she makes a satisfied humming noise and leans back to inspect her work that you're able to confirm that she's tied the other end of the loop to the bedframe, leaving your forehooves uselessly strapped behind your head.

 

"A-autumn, I don't really know if this is necessary... Won't he be happy enough with what we already did?" Your voice is audibly nervous, bondage certainly wasn't what you'd envisioned when you imagined your first night with him.

 

"Oh hush you." Autumn chirps in reply "What better way to flatter our Master than for you to offer yourself up totally helpless? Ooh, it's gonna be so steamy I wish I'd thought of it for my first time!"

 

"Wait! Autumn, I really don't think we need to do thi-MMMPH!" Your complaint is stuffed back down by the over sized gift bow from the box being jammed into your muzzle by Autumn's forehooves as she pins you back down with her body and quickly works the hanging ends of it around your head to tie them off at one side. You're not completely gagged, but your shouts are certainly muffled enough that short of an outright scream you're not getting anyone's attention from outside of the room.

 

"Shhhh, Zephyr! Shout now and you could spoil the surprise!" He voice is as chipper as ever, but Autumn's got that same half-wild look she had when she "helped" you in the cage all those months ago. Autumn plants a tender kiss on your forehead, completely ignoring the pleading look you're trying to give her, and gets back up to finish the task of gift-wrapping a helpless little mare for her owner. You don't realize she's going to give your hind legs the same treatment until one of them is already strung taut toward the right corner of the bed, but when she appears beside lefty you start kicking like a madwoman and jerkily flapping your wings about in the hope of getting her to relent a bit and compromise with you, but Autumn's indignant expression when you resist doesn't give you a whole lot of hope.

 

There certainly isn't much left when she practically sings about "calming you down" and lays a hoof on your very exposed marehood. Your kicking ends abruptly, more out of a creeping sense of dread about what you're sure is coming next than any kind of calm, and sure enough Autumn starts rubbing in small circles, visibly enjoying herself as you try to wiggle your way out of the bonds around your forehooves.

 

Autumn is nothing if not skilled, however, and before long a familiar itch begins to develop in your nethers, accompanied by a small sensation of wetness.

 

"See, Zephyr, nothing to worry about. If you're already having a good time with me, just imagine what he can do for you."

 

The mere mention of your impending encounter with your Master's best feature is enough that you moan softly into the bow still occupying your mouth, and Autumn takes that as her cue to loop and tie your left hind leg, leaving you completely helpless. Knowing that you're now completely at the mercy of your Master, whenever he happens to arrive is hardly the source of anxiety Autumn tying you up was, the heat she helped to kick=start in your loins now thoroughly self-sustaining. You're very acutely aware of Autumn repeatedly looping a long piece of ribbon around the base of your tail until she's rigidly tied off the first two or three inches into a long tube of fabric before looping the loose end around the foot of the bed just like your hind legs, robbing you even of the ability to hide your thoroughly wet femininity.

 

It certainly isn't what you had in mind when you asked Autumn for help, but it feels quite right from here. Another long, low moan catches on your makeshift gag, and Autumn giggles at you as though you've told a funny joke.

 

"I knew you'd love it! Not that I blame you for worrying, of course, but you should really keep in mind that your big sister Autumn always knows best! Hmm... You know, Master shouldn't be done for another few minutes... How about I warm you up?"

 

As much as you'd like to keep chastising yourself for forgetting how strange Autumn gets about submission, that sounds heavenly. Without words, free limbs or even a lip to bite down on, you do your best to give her a "come hither" look with only your eyes, though should that hint fail you'd hope that rolling your hips toward her for easy access would get the message across.

 

She seems rather pleased with herself at your reaction, and the energy behind her eyes, while hardly her usual seductive glance, prove just as erotic as any half-lidded look of love when her tongue meets your slit. She dives in with an enthusiasm you've never felt before, running her tongue up and down your nethers lightning quick. Moans try desperately to break through your gag, only ascending further in pitch as Autumn works you over faster and harder than anyone else ever has before, repeated quick shots of electric pleasure as she licks in and out and up and down and round and round and round! Oh, god, she's been h-holding out on you this whole time, those heavy syrupy s-sweet play sessions were her going e-e-easy, ah, on the new girl!

 

You've been through it so many times up to now that when her tongue stops and you feel her sit back up there's no confusion, only desperate, panicked mewling for her not to do what you know she's about to do. Your muffled begging and pleading eyes don't get her back down to finish you off, though, instead getting a laugh and a smile as you begin to thrash about against your bonds.

 

"Oh, sweetie, I thought you'd like that, too. Now, I know you're probably pretty upset with me right now, but please remember how much I love you. I promise that by the time Master is done with you tonight, you'll want to thank me. You wanted a special first time, remember?"

 

She crawls back over you, a big, big smile on her face as she kisses you on the forehead, the aroma of your own privates still on her breath, and then clambers down off the bed with the now empty box in tow. Amid a chorus of pleading moans and twitchy struggling you hear Autumn's final thought for the night as she stands by the door.

 

"If you're still mad afterwards, I promise to let you do the same to me... though I think that'll happen soon enough anyway, once you're part of our games. It's going to be amazing for you, though. Master is -very- generous, you know, and that certainly doesn't stop between the sheets. See you tomorrow!"

 

With that, you're alone in the bedroom, trembling against surprisingly firm bonds and on the verge of a titanic orgasm. A severe haze of arousal clouds most of your thoughts beyond impatiently wondering what was taking your Master so long to get in here and fuck you brainless, but you do find yourself reminiscing about the denial game that broke you in for him in the first place. You were in a cage then, tied up with simple rope and still desperately ashamed of all the new feelings this body came with. Now here you are, gift-wrapped for your Master to come and play with at his leisure. How long has it been? How long will it take for him to get here?

 

Sure, you're plenty embarrassed to be in this situation, but at this rate you'll accept any level of humiliation if someone will just do something about this godawful itch you just can't scratch! For such a quick, powerful rush to arousal under Autumn's practiced touch it sure isn't relenting nearly as quickly, and you're quite sure there will be a stain on the bedsheets before he even gets up here. You spend what feels like hours spread-eagled on the bed, letting cool air and lingering arousal tease at you while you listen to muffled voices and sounds elsewhere in the house. It's maddening, knowing that he could be up here right this second if you could only spoil the surprise. Soon, though, Zephyr, just be patient. He'll get up here, hands and all, and give you the best ride of your entire life.

 

Soon you're lost in elaborate fantasies about what exactly is going to happen when he walks through that door. Will he untie you, or will he leave you all trussed up and just use you as-is? Will he bother with foreplay? Maybe he'll just get right down to fucking you without any preamble, like you're just his little sex toy. Ooh, you're not sure what would be better! Will he play rough or will... or will he be gentle?

 

This... this is really about to happen, isn't it? He's gonna get up here, see his little pet all laid out and ready for him and then join you in bed. Master came into your home and kidnapped you, and now you're excited for a good, hard fucking from him to consummate your relationship and be his forever... this is not how you ever would have guessed life would turn out when you found that package in your mailbox. What's bad, though, is how much he's gonna make fun of you for letting yourself end up like this, and it's not even what you wanted at all. You wanted to be proactive, to shake your stuff for him and convince him it's time to go, not to get laid out like a buffet and left for him whenever he happens on by... as hot as this really is...

 

Are you really gonna do this?

 

You're still feeling quite hot and bothered when your ears perk up to detect approaching footsteps on the stairs, but the feeling that overtakes you is one of sheer panic. You're not ready for this! Christ on a cracker, it's only been like three months with him you can't possibly be ready to go all the way-

 

"Zephyr?"

 

You freeze the second you hear his voice, at once embarrassed, ashamed, and aroused by being found like this. Lifting your head as slowly as you can to take a look, your embarrassment surges as you realize he's starting, mouth agape, at your exposed slit. You're still embarrassed, but his mouth bending up into a smile and his eyes traveling oh-so-slowly up your bound form sends the most wonderful shivers down your spine. When his eyes meet yours, though... he's happy, you can tell that, but there's no small amount of hunger there either. He wants you! You strain your neck a bit to peek further down, and upon discovering that the bulge in his pants is already evident let your head fall back onto the pillows amid a rush of equal parts embarrassment and giddy joy. You almost thought this was a mistake? Bad Girl! Letting your nerves get the better of you like that is hardly the smart thing to do, especially when you're still trying to assert masculinity at this late stage in the game and in such a compromising position. You're Master's fun little pegasus mare, just the way you and he like it, and it's definitley been long enough to go all the way as far as you're concerned.

 

"Well, looks like someone left me a present... just what I wanted, too."

 

The thrilled little squeal you make is involuntary, and you're quite certain he heard it through your gag. You can't stop yourself from wiggling around on the bed, though now breaking your bonds is hardly the first thing on your mind; You just hope it looks as sexy to him as it feels to you. His look of approval touches you in ways you didn't know were possible, your eyes close as you enjoy a brilliant shudder and gasping moan. Your eyes reopen hurriedly when a sudden flash is visible even through your closed lids, and embarrassment surges back to the fore when you find your Master at the foot of the bed, camera in hand.

 

"That one probably won't be going up on my wall, I'd never get anything done."

 

Oh god, you're just like one of those little amateur tarts all over the internet... though if these "private" pictures happened to get out they would only appeal to a very particular audience. Granted, the idea of bronies beating it to pictures of you is tremendously unsettling, but you do stifle a giggle at the thought of being mistaken for a particularly good photoshop. A couple more photos have you blushing so hard you're sure it's visible through your fur. Your eyes are locked on his hands as they gently put the camera down on the nightstand, then you slowly look up to his face, taking a nervous gulp as you realize he's already done a bit of joking at your expense and even took a photo left to remember the occasion by... nothing left now but the, uh, 'main event'.

 

"Aw, someone's feeling bashful." He says in mock concern, still wearing a very genuine looking smile and resting a hand on one of your rear hooves. "Now what could my sweet little thing be feeling so embarrassed about?" He queries, still leaning over you as he stands astride the bed, even as his fingers begin to slowly follow the curve of your leg down towards that most important meeting place. He doesn't crack any more jokes at you, leaning in close to look you in the eyes when his hand brushes your soaked, sensitive nethers and forcing another shuddering moan out through your gag. He doesn't probe your slit even a little, instead grinding his cupped hand over it in small circular motions and visibly trying to hide a small grin as you squeal and squirm, otherwise helpless.

 

"You're making the cutest little faces right now... It's gonna be hard to stop myself." he murmurs, sliding his other hand behind your head and renewing his attentions at a higher tempo, his face seemingly caught between adoration for the noises and expressions you're making and outright lust for your little pony body, his to claim whenever he chooses. Wracking spasms and heaving breaths stretch your bonds to their absolute limit as you approach a long-awaited climax under his touch. Finally getting near to release, getting off is all you can focus on, with occasional thoughts spared to the debauchery to follow afterwards. You're sure he thinks he's being funny, maybe even asserting control when he suddenly stops, grinning at you like he just made some terrible pun.

 

He has no way of knowing how your day has gone, but the sense of frustrated agony that overtakes you when he stops to play another denial game is just too much. No no no no no! You've had enough of this, you're here to get screwed, not screwed around with! You've been on edge so long it's started to ache and your just can't take it anymore!That smile of his falters when he sees actual tears run down your face, and hears the pained, pitiful noises you force through your gag. You've never seen him look so openly apologetic for anything before now, a hurried "Okay,okay!" before his hand returns in force with a vigorous, high-tempo version of the same assault as before. Finally, the pleasure you've been looking for! He keeps at it without any attempt at further shenanigans until finally, as you moans ascend and you approach climax his thumb works it's way in and rubs your slippery pearl just so, the straw that finally breaks the pony's back and sends you over the edge.

 

It's hardly Earth-shattering, in fact the long wait and repeated teasing have somewhat reduced the force behind your orgasm as opposed to building it up, but then again, this is just an appetizer for the both of you, the main course still looming on the horizon. Still, your satisfied sigh is his cue to tug loose the knot holding your gag in place, chuckling to himself at how thoroughly soaked the bow is before dropping it in a wastebasket while you work out the kinks in your jaw. He inspects your bonds at various points while his free hand begins to idly, perhaps automatically massage your scalp, though your giggling and nuzzling his hand draws his attention back to you, with the biggest smile you've seen him wear since you woke up on the sofa after your close encounter with the van.

 

"You couldn't have tied these by yourself. Did you get Autumn's help?"

 

"H-help isn't the word I would've picked... being tied up wasn't my idea."

 

"Autumn managed to tie you up against your will? How the hell did that happen?" He forces out between laughter at your expense.

 

"She... well, she had me tie off the loops, but by the time I knew what they were for she already had my forelegs like this! She's bigger than me, you know! Stronger too!" You groan, now doubly ashamed of yourself for having let this happen in the first place. You're so busy feeling dumb that you don't really follow when he chuckles "Silly pony" and leans in close, but his lips meeting yours certainly get the message across. At first it's chaste, but you find yourself pushing up to take it deeper, the first sign of the wonderful romance you'd pictured finally happening as his lips part and you begin to dance your tongue across his. You're still bound, so it's all you can do to kiss back as hard as you can and hope he gets the message. Shifting weight on the bed is a welcome sign, and suddenly he's no longer leaning over you but rather laying with you, using an arm to prop himself up enough not to crush you.

 

He's in the bed! You're in bed together! Not like that hasn't happened almost every night for months now, but not like this! The hand not currently holding him up begins to roam to and fro, sometimes rubbing your neck, sometimes your belly, sometimes stray fingers run up and down the inside of your thighs, all while the two of you continue a fierce makeout. Suddenly being pinched on one of your weird little horse nipples causes you to break the kiss with a high-pitched squeaking sound, recoiling a bit at the new but not-entirely-unpleasant sensation coming from one of the the least explored chunks of your anatomy. It certainly isn't a fluke when it happens again to the other nub, your Master grinning from ear to ear at the discovery that his little pet pony doubles as a squeaky toy. The teasing continues for a bit, to the point that he leans back a bit and employs both hands to the task of cupping, squeezing and pinching a part of you that you'd largely ignored up to now. The pain is nothing compared to tiny electric sensation of his squeezing, and for a few seconds you lie back, bite your lip, and enjoy.

 

Still, this fun bit of foreplay is just that - only foreplay- and he's far too clothed for your liking. His teasing stops as soon as you've got your teeth clenched on the collar of his shirt, tugging insistently until he puts his arms up and lets you disrobe his upper body, flinging the offending cloth off the bed with gusto before kissing him again, the excitement of the moment and his prior attentions already rekindling the fire in your loins. You break the kiss only to move your mouth elsewhere, making your way across his cheek, down his neck, gradually arriving at his chest before starting to work your way back up. He's here, he wants you, he's gonna make you his and you just wanna kiss him all over!

 

"As hot as having you all tied up is, I don't think I wanna restrain your enthusiasm." Your Master says with a chuckle before extending a hand to the loop holding your forelegs in place and tugging it loose. Your giddy noises elevate in volume when you realize that he's willing to forgoe the ultimate submission game because you're already such a good girl, ignoring the soreness in your forelegs as you wrap them around him as quickly as you can, bring you closer, closer, closer still to your beloved. This moment is so perfect, so lovely, that it's simply beyond your power to do anything but close your eyes and focus only on the motion of your tongue as it interacts with his. Just his tongue, his body touching yours, and the sound of your own breathing. Heavenly. You only hope your Master is enjoying this as much as you are.

 

As if in answer to your question his lips move elsewhere, at first to your snout, then forehead, but then down to your neck after a detour to nibble on the tip of your left ear. Every little touch feels magnificent, but his breath is nothing if not ticklish, so you find yourself giggling and squirming as he continues down to... to...

 

Wait, where is he going?

 

You peek up at his receeding head as he works his way down your abdomen, but flinging your head back into the pillows is pretty much involuntary when he gently presses his teeth down onto one of your nipples. It seems as though that was a deliberate move on his part, too, because it means you're unsuspecting and defenseless when his tongue meets your folds.

 

"Ma-master!"

 

He doesn't stop, of course, but he does look back up at you to make eye contact. His tongue feels and moves differently than Autumn's, but you're almost too busy reeling from the surprise of having him down there at all to notice the subtle differences. You're certainly very happy that he is, but it just didn't seem very... dom-y, so you never thought he'd actually service you himself! It's new and definitley unexpected but you could really get used to this! His tongue moves much more slowly and firmly that Autumn's practiced quicksilver licks, but pleasure is pleasure all the same, nevermind the erotic thrill of being serviced by your Master, his breath tickling you in places you never imagined, his stubble rubbing against your inner thighs as he goes to work with gusto. Your arousal begins to boil over as he works his tongue laboriously over the insides of your snatch, your moans and soft grunts occurring more frequently as he tastes you inside and out. This pleasure could go on for ages, and you know it, but the sensations between your legs are making it plain; foreplay just isn't going to cut it anymore.

 

You need him inside of you. Right this instant.

 

You never thought you'd be so assertive as to place your forehooves on either side of his head to tug him up toward you, but he goes right along without missing a beat, instead letting momentum carry him back to your mouth, where you experience the taste of your own slick arousal on his tongue. The taste and the thoughts that come with it drive you wild, and you pull yourself against him, grinding your marehood against his still-clothed crotch, enjoying his grunt of approval as you locate and begin to tease at the obvious, hefty bulge beneath. Undoing the leg and tail straps that still held you in place on the bed is a prelude to him kissing harder and elevating your own grinding motions to a mutual affair, with his hips moving with yours and, to your distinct pleasure, his arms moving you around as you grind. You're grinding, and kissing, of course, but the idea worms it's way into your head that even if you weren't, he could still derive pleasure just by rubbing you back and forth like now with his arms, as though you were a living, breathing, thinking sex toy. It's, it's just... oooh, that's quite an interesting feeling all by itself. A-ah. This is new!

 

You fight to compose yourself, even just a little, before swallowing your pride one last time and whispering in his ear.

 

"P-please, Master... I... I want it."

 

The first thing he does is plant a hand firmly on one of your buttocks and give a firm squeeze, but after you've had your second to gasp and shudder, he's right back into it.

 

"I'm sorry, you'll have to be a little clearer, pet. I want you to say it."

 

The grope was just him getting you off balance for this, you're sure of it, but there's no alternative to playing his games now, not when you're so close, and not if it's as good as you think it will be. All the same, though... are you really about to do this?

 

"Please... my wonderful Master, I want you to make me yours... I want you inside of me! Please!"

 

Well, there it is. You've gone and begged him to seal the deal. Memories of your old life crash down on you in a sudden torrent. Your first time with a girl, that satisfied, conquering feeling it gave you... is that what you'll give him? You used to kinda cool in a dickish sort of way, you'll never be cool again! Just cute and sweet and stuffed to bursting with his di-

 

Your flashback ends pretty abruptly when a pair of pants being tossed directly into as wall catches your attention. Your nervousness increases about tenfold as you watch them flop uselessly to floor and realize that when you look back at him there's only gonna be a pair o-

 

Nope, there those go too.

 

His hands settle on either side of your face and slowly turn you back to face him, now totally naked and kneeling on the bed if front of you. A quick glance down gives you an eyeful, and you're caught between visible excitement and nervous jitters when you realize that his member, already standing at full attention, is only inches away from touching you... there. This is really gonna happen. His hands guide your gaze back up to his eyes, And there's this fondness in them and that wonderful smile that just makes you wanna melt.

 

"Are you okay? We don't have to do this if you're not sure, you know."

 

"I'm s-sure... Just a little nervous, Master."

 

"And what is there to be nervous about, Zephyr?" He chides, moving in close to kiss you on the forehead. If he notices that leaning in to be that close to you had left his manhood rubbing your slick pussy lengthwise he certainly doesn't show it as he resumes speaking. "I promise I'll take it easy on you..."

 

No, no he definitely knew what he was doing by leaning in so close, as he begins to move his hips back and forth just enough that his package moves with it, sliding up and down your folds. You can't properly contain yourself, biting down on your lower lip as your wings twitch involuntarily. You swear you can feel the blood pumping through his cock as he moves, and it's intoxicating in ways you would never have expected. He's messing with you, and you know it, but it always feels so good when he has his fun! All the playing around in the world won't get you off, though. He is very, very surprised when you buck your hips just so, moving yourself up a few inches and positioning him exactly where you'd like him to be- pressing very lightly on your slit, not enough to part your lips and enter but just enough to for you, and him, to feel the pressure.

 

Now you've got his attention quite completely. "Please, Master... I'm yours to enjoy."

 

He leans in close once again, laying you back onto the bed. Safely beneath him and just the tiniest push away from being penetrated, your Master whispers "Good girl", before roughly, passionately kissing you. As your tongues dance, though, you feel the pressure building on your nethers as your lips part and he begins to push himself inside. This man... this man spied on you, and... and kidnapped you. He changed your body and imprisoned you. You were tormented and frightened and... and... This man changed your mind. He gave you such wonderful pleasure with just a simple scratch on the head and fed you good meals and... and... held you in his arms at night when you were scared.

 

This man loves you. You're sure of it. It's love that feels so impossibly good when he pushes just a bit more, even through the pain as your body tries to accommodate his girth. You're forced to break the kiss and instead latch onto him with your forehooves, burying your face in his shoulder as you desperately try to spread your hind legs further still. Every centimeter he moves is another wracking wave of unfamiliar pleasure, and as much as you'd love to tell him as much you're currently only capable of choking gasps for air and occasional high-pitched yelps as he reaches new depths within you. Good god, when does he end?! He just keeps pushing and pushing and probing until finally, after what could have been hours for all you'd know, he stops pushing to ask if you're alright.

 

You're still reeling from the sensations coming from between your legs, but this reprieve from any new assault gives you a second to flop back onto the bed and catch your breath. You take an excited peek down and stare enraptured at the sight of your snatch being stuffed full of him. You're also somewhat baffled to find a full inch and a half of his cock is still not inside of you yet. All the effort of squeezing him into yourself and he hasn't even hilted yet! Ugh, you'd think that if a guy used crazed super-science to design you a vagina and rebuild himself, cock included, you'll assume, that at least he'd design them to go together!

 

He's still waiting on your reply, though, and with a tiny nod of the head and a firm kiss on his lips you give him the go-ahead. Your Master is gentle, at first, working in and out very slowly and by the look of things delighting in your moans. Unbelievable! incredible! Every nerve in your body is singing in joy as it finally fulfills it's purpose as you get fucked. After a minute or two he picks up the pace, leaving you squirming and squealing beneath him as your pussy loosens up to accommodate more and more of him.

 

Now he's really into it and you're... you're... you're absolutely loving it! He's inside you! He's grunting and even starting to sweat just a bit, he must be enjoying it too! Oh, he'd better like it! More than like it, even, he needs to think you're the best lay he's ever kidnapped! It's those thoughts that push you into more active participation, rather than lying there and taking it like some crude plush facsimile of the real thing. Pressing your hind legs into his sides to keep him close and raising your forehooves back above your head to brace yourself against the headboard gives him some much needed leverage to begin really using those muscles to the fullest, now pumping in and out of you at full speed. You try to call out "Master" but you and he both break into giggles at how silly it sounds, your voice audibly rising and falling with every thrust. The usual rush of embarrassment every time he laughs at you isn't there now. So you're a bit silly, whatever, if you're comfortable with him inside you being comfortable with the odd laugh at your expense shouldn't be a problem.

 

It's a joyous, exhilarating moment when a new thought crosses your mind, an urge you're hardly able to understand or resist, but he seems quite enthused when you lean up to whisper into his ear:

 

"I... I want you to mount me... from behind..."

 

The growl that emanates from his throat is exhilarating, to say the least, and he approves by way of kissing you fiercely while enjoying a few hard strokes into you, with long pauses in between to enjoy your moans. It's with a pleased groan that he slides his way out of you, more erect that ever before, as you learn to abhor the feeling of emptiness that it leaves you with. You're quick to roll over, but rising to your hooves is more of a challenge than you thought it would be, your rear legs simply won't stop trembling as you push yourself up onto them.

 

"Having fun, little Zephyr?"

 

"M-more than I ever thought I would... this little pony is very grateful for your love, sir."

 

"No need to be so formal, pet." He coos, "But I'm glad you like it.", as he runs his hands up and down your back while you finally manage to stretch your hind legs out, spreading them into a V-shape and giving him an eyeful of your gaping, soaked hole as you flick your tail from side to side, spreading your wings halfway open and looking back at him sideways, hoping you look half as sexy as you feel right this second. With as much

 

It's sultriest, neediest tone voice you can possibly muster, feminine in ways you still weren't sure you could be, that comes out of your mouth as you beg him."Come on, stallion, this mare needs a good fucking!"

 

The look in his eyes when you said that is enough to send shivers down your spine again, as he leans over you, rubbing your slit with the throbbing head of his cock as he does, to whisper into your ear. "You little minx. Every second of waiting was worth it, you've aged like fine wine!"

 

You swear you were about to retort when he entered you, this time much more easily and much more forcefully. The sudden bump took you by surprise, your moan harsh and sudden, and quickly followed up by another. His voice rings in your ears on his next thrust, simply the word "Tight!". Your forelegs give out as you spread your hind ones as far as you can, loving the feeling of his hands gripping your hips as he continues to long-cock you, hard and deep. Another major impact, another moan, another cry from your Master, this time "Hot!" It's practically reflex when your hips start moving in time with his, and word's fail you utterly when your rythms match just so that he finally hilts in you, filling you up completely and drawing a harsh, ragged moan. You draw the first real moan out of him at the same instant, your vaginal walls clenching down on his member as you both take on a new ferocity in your lovemaking. A final call of "Eager!" is the last discernible word you get out of him, but knowing that he's praising your performance gives you all the more reason to keep going. Your moans ascend to a fevered pitch as he continues to stuff you full of cock, but you're driven to a new height when one of his hands runs up the length of your spine all the way to your mane, grabbing a handful near the base of your scalp and using it as leverage to keep fucking. The tugging sensation, though deliberately spread across a lot of hair and still very soft relative to the treatment you're getting downstairs, is more than you'd bargained for, your cries now simple "Ah!"s on indefinite repeat as the building pressure of your own approaching orgasm becomes absolutely titanic.

 

For a second, the constant, hard penetration you'd been enjoying softens just a bit as his free hand leaves your hips to your dismay. Until your ears detect the sound of whooshing air and then, suddenly, impact.

 

The "Crack!" sound of his hand spanking your rear barely even registers to you over the sound of you loud, long cry of "Master!" as the rush overwhelms every fiber of you. Still moving, still fucking, still reaming you for all you're worth, his hand descends for another before you've even had time to catch your breath from the first one.

 

*Crack!*

 

Oh god, this is it! Every muscle in your body begins to spasm with a force you'd never imagined as your breath catches in your throat and a strangled squeal escapes your throat.

 

*Crack!*

 

For a second you swear the world goes black as your rear legs give out, dropping you onto the bed as the built-up pressure of arousal finally explodes into orgasm. You're dimly aware of your strange little squealing noise building up into a full-blown scream, but the only thing you're sure of is your vag clenching down onto his member so hard you swear you can feel every throbbing vein and fold of skin. You honestly didn't believe that any single thing would ever feel as good as that first fingering on the sofa, with Autumn using you for her own satisfaction, but now you understand that was nothing. Foreplay at best, a simple, pleasant exchange between the three of you at least. The feeling of emptiness when you feel him pull out is still there, but it's hardly the problem that it was previously. Not when your body is still convulsing in the aftershocks of that glorious event.

 

His hand touching your face is the first thing to pull you out of an outright catatonic bliss on the bed, his face swimming into view through somewhat unfocused eyes in a mixture of amusement, concern, and no small amount of pride.

 

"Zephyr? Zephyr sweetie, are you okay? Was that too much?"

 

"In... credible..."

 

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself, my little pet."

 

Suddenly he's lying beside you, pulling you in close for a long hug while you gasp for air. You're almost ready to call it a wonderful night when you realize that you're being poked in the abdomen by...

 

Oh no way...

 

"Y-you didn't finish?"

 

"Oh, not quite yet, little Zephyr, but I thought it might be best if I gave you a minute or two after that."

 

"N-no! No fair! My Master deserves his pleasure too! Come on, I can keep going!"

 

"Well, I'm awfully tired from all that, Zephy. I'll leave the rest up to you then."

 

For a second you're not quite sure what he means at all until he rolls onto his back, lifting you with both arms before setting you down atop him, sitting only an inch or two further up his abdomen that his still-throbbing erection. Oh! Ohh! Looks like he wants you to be the one riding him this time 'round. There's no hesitation this time, your own embarrassment long since washed out by sheer, overwhelming pleasure and the desire to please him overriding any residual concerns you might have. Your limbs are still pretty shaky, your entire body still trying to recover from the force or your orgasm, but you manage to prop yourself up just a bit, forehooves resting on his chest and your hind legs just barely upright. Still, it's enough to lift your rump over him just barely, his member brushing between your buttocks and nearly coming into contact with a hole you'd rather he didn't explore for a while longer yet. A soft "Eep" from you and a grin from him is all that is exchanged when he nearly probes your little pucker, both of you far too consumed with the task at hand to bother pushing boundaries, it seems.

 

Still quivering but having regained your breath, you do you best to tease him, running the outermost folds of your pussy very lightly across his tip before putting on the most innocent expression you can and asking him with all the sweetness you can muster:

 

"Master, may I?"

 

His smile is sardonic at best, he certainly seems to get that you're trying to mess with him, but the seriousness in his eyes a second later captivates you and wipes the smile from your face preemptively, you know what's next.

 

"Ride it, pet."

 

You can hardly contain yourself, months of day-to-day conditioning coming to the fore as you immediately lower yourself just a bit, letting his head part your folds as you reply with a low, giggling "Mmhmm, Yes Master". Even though he was just inside you minutes ago it still takes a bit of doing to start actually working him into you, slowly savoring the feeling of him filling you up as gravity impales you on him little by little. Suitably situated and encouraged by both his expression and the delicious sensation of being penetrated, you start by simply rocking your hips just a bit, quickly building up a steady tempo and managing to work him even deeper inside. It's not the slow, hard reaming he gave- when you're in command of the pace it seems that speed is the key, as your hips begin to work overtime and you hooves find new purchase on the bed, and his chest, as working yourself up and down on top of him at the same time rewards you with open, uncontrolled moaning from your Master on the bed. You're doing it! You're really gonna make him come if you can keep it up!

 

His hands finding their way to your sides is actually something of a shock. Enough of one that your rear hooves recoil in surprise, bringing your full body weight down on a single point- his cock. You let out a sudden cry as his manhood strikes deeper than it ever has before, your upper body hunching over for a second as he finally reaches the utmost depth of you. Your motions stop as a spasm overtakes you, a wave of pleasure rippling over every inch of your body, but your Master apparently isn't content to wait, those same hands now begin to lift and lower you on their own. You want to feel insulted by the urgency of his pleasure, but there's an erotic thrill in this that you just cant deny. Being held in both hands and "operated" like some breathing sex toy is honestly a little hot in it's own right, and let's be honest; you pretty much are a breathing sex toy at this point. You are a bit unwieldy for this to be a permanent solution, though, so your hip-shaking, booty-quaking human ride begins anew, your own arousal soaring as every little hip bump now fills you all the way back up, his head bumping a point so deep inside you you're surprised you can't taste it.

 

Now his pleasure is all but forgotten, your own arousal hitting a fever pitch and a familiar pressure developing in your abdomen as you build up again. He seems to be close, though, and you're squeezing his cock for everything it's worth downstairs as you ride. New throbbing sensations finally rise up from him, and you put on a final, frenzied bit of effort as you realize he's going to finish.

 

"Please.... Master.... Do it, make me yours! Come inside me!"

 

You assume that's what he wanted to hear, as mere seconds later an alien, fluid warmth races up into your innermost depths as your Master's face becomes one of supreme satisfaction. Your efforts haven't stopped either, though, quite determined to milk every drop from him, like a good pet would, and to desperately race against the clock and finish yourself off again before he goes flaccid. Your Master seems to have considered your needs here as well, running a thumb along his tongue before mashing into your clit, rubbing in furious circles as you continue to fuck him as fast as you can. The sudden rush of new stimulation is like being struck by lighting, your body at once seizing up as a mind-numbing bliss washes over you for the second time tonight. There is no scream or cry for this one, the noise you make is an indescribable, many-pitched exclamation before your forehooves give out and you find yourself splayed out atop him, his mostly firm member still inside you.

 

The two of you stay there like that for quite awhile. Quiet, deep breathing is the most either of you can muster the energy to do, short of one of your Master's hands settling in your mane as he pronounces "Good girl" between heaving breaths. You... you really did it! He's exhausted, totally wiped out! You gave him pleasure, he made you his! Ooh, Autumn's gonna be so proud of you when she hears about this. You're exhausted too, but absolutely satisfied with how your night went, and in a larger scale what your life has become. You could get this treatment a few times a week, you know! Still, you do pause for a second and think through a quick apology letter to the old, male you, as you're certain he's well and truly gone now. You remember being very, very angry with your Master when you met him first, glaring out of your cell at him as he taunted you about your wonderful new body...

 

How things change.

 

Sometime after his member unceremoniously slides out of you with a small, wet popping sound and you feel giddy at the sensation of his seed leaking out of you you're able to muster enough energy to tell him you love him once more before passing out. There's no vocal reply, but you do find his other arm suddenly around your waist, holding you tight against him as the two of you fall asleep thoroughly entangled in one another.